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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:01:12 GMT -5
Peter: Don’t move….
AK: Or what? You’ve already said you’re going to kill him, so we’re left both figuratively and physically with nowhere to go.
Peter almost laughs, but it is a strained noise.
Peter: Look… look at them.
He gestures with his free hand to the ground below. People are running around, some angry, some terrified. The smell of burning wafts up to them.
Peter: I was brought here as a small child... Mr. Smith made sure another family took me in after my own parents died shortly after we arrived here. He used to laugh, and joke, and be full of life, and all he ever wanted to do was share that with all of us. He found people who had suffered terribly at the hands of others, people with “untreatable” phobias, people who just wanted to raise their children away from the cruelty of the rest of the human race, and promised them that here they could start again. They were being destroyed by their fears… but we put that fear to sleep. And all I have ever wanted to do with my life is to protect these people, and to carry on the work that Mr. Smith started.
Peter’s shoulders are sagging a little, but his voice remains strong.
Peter: It was perfect, and it would have stayed perfect if not for you, Eric. Why did you have to run so far? And why, WHY, did you have to lead Sarah to that Neanderthal man Hunter? His return I can understand, at least. But you…
He looks at Alicia, and shakes his head with a half smile.
Peter:…I don’t even know your name.
Alicia remains still; she is looking at the blade in Peter’s hand, and there is something about it which she knows is incredibly important- and then she sees what she is looking for. She takes a deep breath, for she knows that what she is about to try is a pure gamble, the only option left open to her.
AK: They have called me by many names. You cannot do this, Peter.
Peter raises an eyebrow.
Peter: I assure you, I can.
He flexes his grip on the blade.
AK: And yet so far, you have not. Just as you couldn’t kill Hunter.
She moves a fraction closer.
Peter: That was a different man, a weaker man.
AK: No, it was a stronger man. A man you can be again.
Another inch closer. Peter’s expression is still cool, but the tiny lines on his forehead show that he is starting to struggle inwardly.
AK: This town was a good place… but it could always have been a good place, even without the use of formidilosus. These people were kind, and gentle, and desired to live in harmony… they were selected because of their innate goodness and their belief in the possibility of peaceful existence. And you are among the best of them, Peter, because you thought not only of yourself but of all those around you.
Another tiny step, and Peter’s expression is starting to falter.
AK: Formidilosus is the problem, Peter, not the solution. Fight it, reject its influence, and be the hero you have always wanted to be… let this insanity end.
She moves within striking distance; Peter is quivering, the sword shakes in his hand. Alicia swallows hard, and then slowly removes her gloves, one after the other, letting them fall to the ground.
AK: I don’t want to hurt you or anyone else, Peter, and so I choose to lay down my arms. It is your decision as to what happens now…
Time seems to stretch and then stop altogether; the moment of choice seems eternal- and then Peter swings the blade, not down at Eric but sideways straight at AK’s neck. Alicia has time only to look upward at the stars, wanting her last sight to be something other than the horror all around…
…and she feels a sharp but superficial pain as the force of the blade cuts a nick into her neck. Crimson blood trickles… but her head is still very much attached. Peter’s look of cold, dead satisfaction is swamped by incomprehension, and he is still paralyzed by disbelief as Alicia wrenches the blade out of his hand and casts it over them all, sending it spiraling down to the concrete below.
Eric:…..wha….what happened?
Peter is still open mouthed; he starts to sink to his knees, but Alicia grasps him under the chin and holds him up, forcing him to look at her.
AK: That katana has what is known as a reverse blade. It would have been carried by a samurai who had renounced killing, and would fight only to defend himself or others. It’s almost impossible to kill someone with it.
The wind whips around the three of them, making Alicia’s coat tails fly in the moonlight. One or two people down below think they have seen something that should not and cannot exist…
AK: All the weapons in Mr. Smith’s house were false-edged or blunt… I know no more of his past than you do, but maybe he kept them with the intention of installing chivalry and honor into the young people of the town. So many very good intentions and grand plans…
She lets Peter go, and he slumps to his knees.
AK: …but in the end, he was found wanting. As were you.
She turns and gently takes hold of Eric’s hand, and starts to descend the sloping roof. Peter’s voice is no more than a whisper…
Peter:……what….are….you?
Alicia closes her eyes; the moonlight glints off her fox-ear headband.
AK: It depends on what mirror you look in. But tonight… I’m the answer to an unspoken prayer.
She opens her eyes, and is herself again, continuing down the roof. Eric looks back over his shoulder, but Peter does not look back at him, and then they reach the edge. Carefully Alicia swings herself over to a drainpipe and starts to climb down it, and Eric follows. But there is one more surprise; as Alicia climbs down, she comes to something scratched into the metal… the letters “J+A”. She is struck by an image of a mischievous child shimmying down the pipe to escape a grounding...
Alicia: I wonder… if Hunter and his family left, someone would have been brought in to replace them… and so the wheel turns full circle…
Eric: Pardon?
AK: Oh, nothing, I was just talking to myself.
They reach the ground, and walk around the front of the house, which is by now well alight. Alicia picks up her dropped gloves, and looks at Eric.
AK: Should we try and retrieve the bodies?
Eric looks at the burning house, and shakes his head. He takes something out of his pocket – an old photograph of his family. Carefully he puts in into his breast pocket, and touches it.
Eric: No… I have all I want to take away from this town right here.
Alicia nods, and they turn and walk away from the house for the last time. They do not turn back, and so do not see a lonely figure on the roof peering downward, and seeing where the fallen Katana has landed and wedged in the cracked flagstone of the yard, point upward.
Peter looks one more time at the town, his town; he sees it burn… and then shame overcomes him in a black tide, shattering at last the influence of formidilous. He watches until AK and Eric are out of sight, and then stands on the very edge of the roof, pausing for a moment before letting himself fall backward.
As much as we might wish it, not every story has a happy ending…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:02:25 GMT -5
Segment: I Disappear (Credit: ??)
Ash: Where were you guys during that travesty?!
The scene fades in on Triple A’s locker room, the only member in there being Mr. Ash. Fancy Dan, Packrat Red, and A-1 Capone are sitting in there as well. Ash is yelling at them.
Dan: I’m sorry, I was meeting with the boss man earlier. I only got to see it on TV. And as far as I’m concerned, he outranks you.
Red: Capone’n I were shaking down some crew guys, we seemed to have found some illegal substances on them and they had no idea where it came from.
Ash: So none of you were able to aid in the press conference deal. You could have pulled them out of there. Some security guards you guys are!
Dan: Like we’re supposed to know when to play security for ACW and when to play goons to you guys. You need to specify!
Capone nervously takes a sip from his steak sauce bottle as Aoyama enters the room.
Ash: How’d it go?
Aoyama: He finally agreed.
Ash: Thank goodness. As least the plan didn’t totally fail. You three, scramble. And if you see Aurelia when she gets back, tell her the good news.
The scene fades as the three “security” guys exit the room.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:03:05 GMT -5
Segment: Revelations. (Credit: Nina / ??)
‘Birthday Eve’ by Koda Kumi hits the speakers, as Nina glides out to the ring. She grabs a microphone, and laughs into it.
Nina: "Hey everyone! I know you’ll all be wondering why I’m so happy after I just lost my match. Well, I have a huge announcement. After only a few weeks with ACW, I have decided to move from single wrestling to a different competition."
The fans wonder what Nina speaks of.
Nina: "Yes, tag teams. A few weeks ago, someone dressed in all black decided to come out and assist me on my match. He will continue to be in my matches, but in my corner as my partner. And who is he, you might ask? Let’s just find out, shall we?"
The fans nod and cheer in approval... and then the lights fade out. Only a few wonder if management forgot to pay the bills but Nina's confident demeanor proves otherwise. Just then... we hear a voice... It speaks to us...
"You cannot kill... what you did not... create..."
And just then, we hear the voice of Corey Taylor from Slipknot singing.
"I push my fingers into my eyes It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache But it's made of all the things I have to take"
The instant "take" is sung, blue strobe lights flash onstage and smoke clouds up on the ramp.
"Jesus, it never ends; it works its way inside If the pain goes on..."
Before the true guitar kicks in, we see a name on the screen...
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HITMAN HELSING!
The fans go absolutely berserk as they see a figure approach the stage. Garbed in a robe and a face mask, it is evidently clear who he is once he removes the mask. It is Hitman Helsing. The new improved monster that no one has seen since Ragnarok.
The noise is deafening. Hitman nods to all of the fans cheering as Nina claps on her new monster partner. After going down the ramp, he gets into the ring and stands on the bottom turnbuckle. He raises his left arm in the air before setting down on the ring and approaching Nina. The two share a handshake signifying their new alliance as Hitman gets a mic. The music dies down as chants of "Hitman" are heard.
Hitman: "Holy hell... I F***ING LOVE YOU GUYS!"
The fans go berserk as Hitman continues.
Hitman: "Now yours truly admits that he quit... The Senatorial Stable. The guy I told must've screwed up cause he thought I quit ACW. Friggin drunk."
The audience laughs at this and so does Nina.
Hitman: "But then I told myself, 'Hey this will be a perfect time to train!' So I trained and I trained and then one day, I showed up on Warfare to say someone was returning... which was me, of course... but then I saw her. Nina. Kicking the crap out of that punk Red. I smiled and thought 'Now this is someone I gotta talk to.' so I did and here we are."
Nina nods with a smirk of confidence residing on her face.
Hitman: "So take a good look at ACW's new tag team... A combination of... Big... and Beautiful... BECAUSE THAT'S..."
Wait for it...
Hitman: "How I squash. Thank you very much."[/i]
Nina applauds her newfound partner as the two now share a small embrace before leaving the ring together not as strangers but as partners in the years to come...
End segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:03:52 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW International Title - Ultimate X Match Macho Man RDK vs. Santiago Rivera As the shot returns to the arena, the crew have been busy; the Ultimate X frame has been erected around the ring, and in the centre of the X sits the International title. Philip enters the ring and goes to work.Philip: This match is an Ultimate X match for the ACW International Title… the winner will be the person who retrieves the title place from where it is secured. Introducing first, from Yellowknife, Canada, the challenger – the Macho Man, RDK! ”Macho Man” hits, and everyone is on their feet as RDK comes out, throwing his arms in the air and getting the crowd hyped up. He proceeds smartly to the ring and slides in, looking carefully at the belt and the structure holding it, before going to the corners and hailing the fans once again.
As he is doing this, his music is cut and replaced with “Nymphetamine”; the crowd immediately starts to boo energetically.Philip: And his opponent, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable and defending ACW International Champion… from Syracuse, New York, Santiago Rivera! Santiago wastes no time getting to the ring; it’s fortunate that the referee is alert, as Santiago and RDK try to get at one another the second they are close enough. The ref keeps them apart, cautions them both, and then completes his checks as Philip is exiting the ring. Only when he is happy that everything is in order does he call for the bell.Bell rings. The fans are still trying to visualize how this match will play out; neither RDK nor Santiago are classic high-flyers. A very different match is in prospect, but it starts out normally enough, with Santiago and RDK exchanging punches in the middle of the ring. This gives way to a grapple, and Santiago tries to kick RDK’s knees from under him, but RDK fights back, pushing Santiago to the ropes and then stamping his authority on the match by throwing Santiago over the ropes to the outside. The crowd cheers RDK runs to the nearest of the four supporting poles, and gets up on the turnbuckle post; he is able to jump up and grab the crossrope of the X, but as he does this Santiago jumps back up on the apron, and slips back into the ring. He moves in on RDK and grabs his legs; RDK tries to hang on to the crossrope, but Santiago pulls him off and both men drop to the mat. Max McNally: A very even start between these two men… “Fast” Eddie Edison: Yeah, and I think we’re going to see an awful lot of drops like that one, Max. Santiago is the first to get back on his feet; he stands and then kicks RDK in the ribs as he is getting up. The crowd boos, and RDK doesn’t look all that pleased either; he immediately whips Santiago to the edge of the ring and Santiago rebounds, ducking under RDK’s clothesline attempt. He rebounds a second time and speed up, going for a crossbody, but RDK steps forward and counters into one of his famed Samoan drops. The crowd yells its approval as RDK once again looks in the direction of the corner posts, but Santiago is alert and grabs RDK’s ankle, tripping him up. At once Santiago leaps up and runs past RDK; he hops on to the corner post and then turns, starting to use a hand over hand motion to travel along the crossrope. The structure, however, flexes a little under his weight, and RDK is able to grasp his dangling legs; he tries to pull Santiago off, but Santiago resists. So RDK claws his way up, forcing Santiago to hold their combined weight; it’s a situation that can’t last, and Santiago is forced to let go and drop back on to the canvas. Edison: Nice try Santiago, but you need to be able to keep RDK on the floor if you want to reach that belt! McNally: I think that’s precisely his plan, Eddie. Both men quickly get up, and a few more blows are traded until Santiago whips RDK into one of the corners. RDK hits the post, but rebounds as Santiago rushes in and the result is a painful-looking collision. It dazes the pair momentarily, and RDK recovers marginally faster to deliver a suplex to Santiago. RDK stands and attempts to repeat this, but Santiago resists, shoves RDK back and then gets behind him applying a Full Nelson. RDK grimaces, and the fans can see that Santiago is cleverly trying to weaken RDK’s arms so that he will find it tough to support his weight on the X; RDK struggles and breaks free, but the look on his face shows that Santiago’s plan may well be a good one. Santiago smirks and taunts RDK; RDK runs at him and Santiago goes for a big boot, but RDK slams on the brakes and Santiago misses. He is left open to a swift powerbomb, and this gives RDK another chance to make a break for the corner. McNally: Sheer determination from RDK here!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:05:06 GMT -5
RDK reaches the corner and climbs up on to the post; he grabs the crossrope and starts to shimmy across. However, Santiago is doing the same thing, and doing it faster; as the pair draw closer, approaching the centre, Santiago pulls up his feet and then hangs by them from the crossrope.
Edison: What’s Santiago doing?
As RDK draws level with him, Santiago swings his body up between RDK’s legs, grabs hold of him, and then lets go with his feet. The weight pulls RDK off the crossrope and the pair drop, with Santiago flipping RDK over into a powerbomb landing. The noise of the thump echoes around the arena, and the fans are stunned.
Edison: Did you see that? Extraordinary!
McNally: Absolutely, Eddie, it’s as if we’re seeing a whole new side to Santiago here!
The referee checks on both men as they slowly roll on to their knees, and from there rise to their feet. Such an impact is not to be taken lightly, and impressive as it is both Santiago and RDK know that they can’t endure too many of those. The pressure is on for them to do some real damage to their opponent, and they re-engage in the centre of the ring, exchanging forearms, chops and kicks in a frenzy of activity. The fans start to chant for RDK, and the Macho Man responds, increasing his strike rate until Santiago is having real problems with his defense. A sudden switch into a snap suplex takes Santiago off his guard, and as the defending champion tries to clear his head, RDK moves in close and applies a sleeperhold.
McNally; Ah, this is smart. Santiago needs to escape quickly, or he may end up losing this match by default…
Santiago struggles against RDK; the fans urge the Macho Man on, but Santiago is not prepared to be defeated like this and summons his strength to elbow his way free. It’s as if someone has flicked an internal switch; Santiago launches into a blaze of massive chops, drawing “Wooo!” sounds from the fans, and then whips RDK into the nearby ropes, using his own momentum against him to deliver a Syracuse Slam (headdrop Angle Slam variant). RDK holds his head, and Santiago nips up, stamping mercilessly on RDK’s wrists and arms and drawing loud boos from the fans. RDK rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up; he boots Santiago back as his opponent charges at him, but Santiago is only temporarily put off and he comes forward again, elbowing RDK in the sternum and then lifting him into a fireman’s carry. He walks to the centre of the ring, but RDK thrashes and drops down behind Santiago. He gives Santiago a forearm to the face and tries to lift him; Santiago counters with a whip, but RDK reverses it. Santiago goes hurtling… and crashes directly into the referee, bringing both men down. The referee holds his face, and continues to lie on the mat as Santiago rolls to the outside…
Edison: Where’s Santiago going now?
McNally: I have no idea- oh, no, wait! Look there…
The cameras pick up Santiago reaching under the ring; he pulls something out, jumps on to the apron, and as RDK runs over Santiago swings the object into him. RDK staggers back looking dazed, and drops to a sitting position as his legs go to jelly; Santiago smirks, and starts to climb up on to the X frame. The cameras get a closeup, revealing the mystery object as-
McNally:…A COWBELL?
Edison: Funny how some things become fads, isn’t it Max?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:05:34 GMT -5
Fad or not, the heavy cowbell is most effective as a weapon, and Santiago isn’t done with it yet. He carries the Cowbell, which is now seen to be attached to a length of rope, with him as he works his way along the crossrope. As he arrives above the dazed RDK, Santiago carefully pulls himself up into a sitting position, carefully balancing himself on his precarious perch.
Edison: This looks interesting…
As RDK is standing back up, Santiago swings the cowbell down and nails him in the stomach with it. RDK grunts and doubles over, and as the cowbell dangles, Santiago deftly balances it on RDK’s back and loops the loose rope around his neck.
McNally: Oh, don’t say he’s going to-
Too late, he already has. Santiago lets himself fall backward and flips on to his feet to land; as he drops, his weight counterbalances RDK, and the fans cry out as the Macho Man is strung up. Santiago smirk cruelly as RDK writhes, choking and gasping for air…
…but 10 seconds or so in, Santiago suddenly sees that the referee is pulling himself back to his feet. Forced to cut his “fun” short, Santiago lets RDK drop back to the mat, pulls away the bell and throws it to the outside. The “clang” as it lands makes the referee look around in confusion, but the timekeeper shakes his head and the referee thinks no more of it.
McNally: Santiago can be a nasty piece of work, you know.
Edison: I sure do Max… and it looks like he’s about to get his in return! Check out RDK!
Santiago’s smirk fades from his face as he sees RDK’s expression; it is rare to see the Macho Man quite so angry. RDK moves with frightening speed, and lays into Santiago with a venom quite alien to his usual style; the fans meanwhile have no sympathy for Santiago, and cheer for every blow he receives. Santiago staggers as RDK delivers a string of headbutts, and then follows that with a swinging neckbreaker; the fans cheer loudly, and RDK starts to pound his chest, beginning to fully “Macho up”-
But Santiago sees the imminent danger, and rushes in to counteract this with a burst of strong punches of his own. He executes a fierce suicide cutter, and then runs to the ropes, hoping to catch out RDK with his speed. Becoming more confident on the crossropes, Santiago is quickly up on them once again, but RDK too rises, and he rushes to the ring ropes close by. Santiago has eyes only for the golden prize ahead of him, and so does not see RDK climbing on to the turnbuckle-
Edison: Incoming!!
Cameras fire off a barrage of shots as RDK jumps into a huge missile dropkick. He connects crushingly with Santiago’s leg, and Santiago yells in pain. He tries to hang on, but his grip fails and in his attempt to get his feet up instead, he ends up flipping a full 630 degrees as he falls like a stone. The fans cry out as Santiago plummets, and there is a loud, deep CRASH-
McNally: Oh my sweet lord…
Edison: The ring! Max, look at the ring!
As Santiago rolls aside groggily, there is a clear dent in the canvas showing that the ring has sustained damage. Santiago moves only slowly, and the fans become genuinely concerned.
Edison: Geez, I hope he hasn’t injured himself.
McNally: He’s getting up, Eddie… thank heaven, it looks like he’s still in one piece…
There comes a kayfabe-bending pop as Santiago stands back up, and he has the grace to raise an arm to prove he’s OK. Then normal service is resumed, and the fans roar as RDK and Santiago clash once again with even greater intensity. Santiago gets the better of the exchange, using a swift DDT and elbow drop, and then goes once more for the corner and the X structure. He reaches the post and starts to climb, but RDK comes after him and executes a german superplex to bring them both down to earth. The two men scrap for a few seconds on the mat, punches are thrown, and they rise locked in a grapple with one another.
McNally: This is really heating up now. How much more can these men take?
The strain is clear to see on both men’s faces as they struggle for supremacy. Santiago slowly gets traction, and drives RDK back to the ropes, but then RDK reverses things and lifts Santiago into a backdrop right out of the ring. The crowd roars once again, and RDK hurries to the corner and climbs up. Getting his hands to the crossrope, he swings himself out and then pulls up his legs, so that he is able to start shuffling commando-style along it. The fans continue to cheer, but Santiago wants to spoil the party; he gets back on the apron, moves to the corner and starts to violently shake the supporting post. RDK tries to hang on but loses his grip with his hands and ends up dangling by his feet; the fans shout even louder, sensing something big, and Santiago raises his arms as he gets on the top turnbuckle, leap forward, and catches RDK by the neck…
Edison: MEXICAN DESTROYER OFF THE STRUCTURE! DAAAAANNNGERROOOUUSS!!
A minor shockwave is sent through the floor as the pair land, and the crowd goes nuts. The referee urgently checks both men; they have both taken a very hard landing. They very slowly start to move, and then begin to crawl in opposite directions…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:06:18 GMT -5
McNally: Hold up, could this be…
Edison: It’s crunch time Max, they’re both going for broke!
It’s evident now that this match has sorely tested the capabilities of its participants; but still they keep moving, foot by foot, and RDK is a little way ahead as he reaches the corner. He pulls himself up and breathes deeply before starting to climb. Santiago carries straight on, but he winces occasionally, showing that he’s now fighting both pain and fatigue. They get their hands to the ropes, and RDK again opts to use both hands and feet to hold on, while Santiago travels hand over hand. The fans shout and yell as the pair approach from opposite directions; RDK has a headstart, but Santiago travels more quickly, and it becomes clear that they’re going to reach the centre at the same time…
Edison: This one’s going down to the wire!
RDK grapevines his legs around the crossrope and starts to pull at the title belt; Santiago tries to kick RDK in the back and force him to let go, but RDK will not give in now and Santiago becomes frustrated. He too shifts forward and grabs the belt as it starts to come loose; RDK pulls, and the vibrations make the X ropes shake violently. Both competitors almost look motion-sick, and Santiago makes one final attempt to get rid of his foe; he kicks him again, and this combined with the motion makes RDK let go with his legs. Both men dangle, holding the belt, and Santiago kicks RDK one more time; RDK’s hands slip, and as his weight is removed the belt finally is freed. Santiago yells in victory, but in the fraction of the second before the drop, RDK reaches under the ropes and grabs the belt again. The pair fall and land on their backs, and the referee looks totally confused as he sees that both of them are holding the title.
McNally: Well, I’ll be… what does this mean?
The bell rings, but the referee calls the timekeeper over, and an urgent discussion takes place. As Santiago starts to move and tries to take the belt from RDK, the referee hurries over and attempts to takes it away from both of them.
Philip: Um… Ladies and Gentlemen, due to both competitors recovering the belt simultaneously, we have a very unusual situation. I believe it’s a draw…
The referee rips the International title away from Santiago and he throws a fit, wanting his gold.
McNally: This is bull, we don’t even have a clear winner!
RDK is on both knees now as he sees what’s going on. In a fit of rage Santiago delivers a cheap shot right to the face of RDK and he goes down. Santiago slides out of the ring with the chorus of boos and begins walking to the back. He turns around and begins to walk up backwards staring down at RDK who using the ropes to assist him, stands. RDK wants him to come back down and fight but he just shakes his head. RDK is waving him down but the coward keeps walking before getting hit in the back of the head. He falls and begins rolling down the ramp way. The crowd cheers as the camera turns to get a better view.
Edison: What the? That’s…that’s…
McNally: That’s Angelus Kincaid!
Edison: Yeah but what’s he doing out here?
Santiago starts crawling away but Angelus catches him. He lifts him up and whips him into the steel steps. The top part comes disconnected as Santiago kind of flips over it and holds his shoulder in pain. Angelus lifts Santiago onto his shoulders and throws him over the top rope into the ring.
McNally: Look at the strength!
RDK looks cautious but then rolls out of the ring and starts to make his exit, watching what’s happening closely. Santiago gets to his feet and gets a shot into Angelus but its no use, just getting a large knee to the stomach. He lifts Santi into the powerbomb position and walks around the ring with him up there. He lifts Santi over into the crucifix position then ends up by the part of the ring with the dent in it. He lifts him high into the air then throws him down into the Gravedigger with much force. Upon impact, Santiago goes right through the ring and Angelus falls to his knees from the shaking of the ring. The whole crowd goes bananas at this point.
Edison: OH MY-
McNally:-GOD!
Edison: That…was…..DAAAAAAAAAANGERROUUS MY FRIEND!
Angelus looks down into the deep hole at the fallen Santiago and then at RDK who is smiling and laughing.
McNally: Angelus Kincaid literally just dug Santiago Rivera’s own grave. But why, why would he send another message after facing CBK earlier tonight?
Edison: And who’s the International Champion?!?
Answers there are none; it appears the crowd will have to wait for this to be resolved. The scene begins to fade with Angelus staring with a sick, sadist look…
OOC: Ending events credit to Santiago, with creative help from Angelus.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:07:25 GMT -5
Segment: Showdown (Credit: Hunter)
Hunter moves his legs as quickly as possible, hoping to catch up with the shrill form of Mr. Smith ahead of him. After the intense usage of his legs in the fight that transpired mere minutes ago, Hunter’s leg wound has reopened and the blood gushes down the side of his pant leg at an alarming pace. But he pays it no mind, and instead fights through the pain as best as he can. He looks ahead once more and sees that Mr. Smith has stopped in front of a building that Hunter recognizes as the town hall. Mr. Smith looks back at Hunter, smiles, and waves, and then proceeds to run into the building clutching Sarah by her wrist. Hunter runs up to the building moments later and instantly throws the door open, charging into the building at full speed. His quick eyes do not detect anything out of the ordinary around him, so he then ascends the staircase in the center of the room, leading to the second floor. He hears another noise to his left and he turns his head just in time to see a door slam. He runs at this door at full speed and launches his bleeding foot into it, throwing the door off its hinges and launching it into the wall across the room.
Sarah: No, it’s---
Hunter turns his attention to the angel sitting on the floor with a worried look on her face…and he too late realizes what she was warning him about. From out of the darkness comes the large fist of a man, a man who has lost everything and no longer fears anything, or so he thinks. This fist connects with Hunter’s jaw, and our protagonist falls to the ground flat on his back, as the malevolent form of Mr. Smith stands above him, smirking. He grabs his daughter by the wrist once more and drags her over to a nearby cabinet, and then points at her.
Mr. Smith: You stay right there!
Mr. Smith reaches into the cabinet and pulls out a large revolver. Sarah attempts to scream, but a rapid glance from her father silences her forever. Mr. Smith flings open the chamber and sees the single bullet in there, and then flings it back in place. This time there will be no click.
Mr. Smith: Well here we are once more, Mr. Hunter! My daughter was generous enough to bring me back this gun, which should have long executed you by now. But it seems she corrupted Peter’s mind and made him put down his weapon. But once more, here we are, and here is the gun. It is loaded, and it will take a mere flick of my finger to kill you. It is as I said before, Mr. Hunter: this bullet is meant for you.
Hunter rises to his feet clutching his jaw, cracking it back into place as Mr. Smith looks on. Mr. Smith raises the gun high and points it directly at Hunter’s chest, and Hunter awaits the end. Hunter’s clever mind thinks fast, and he attempts to create a scenario that could keep him alive longer.
Hunter: You want to kill me, don’t you?
Mr. Smith: Of course I do, and I will! You wrecked everything! You wrecked this perfect world and the people who live in it!
Hunter: It is not perfect. Besides, it would have happened sooner or later.
Mr. Smith: YOU are the true monster, Mr. Hunter!
Hunter: Do you like stories, Mr. Smith?
Mr. Smith: Humph. Of course I do.
Hunter: Would you like to hear one?
Mr. Smith: Enlighten me.
Hunter: There was once a man, roughly your age. One day he woke up, looked around, and thought to himself, “I am a miserable and crazy old fuck.” So then for ten years, even more, he traveled the globe in search of the meaning of life. But along the way, he created some sort of crazy dream and aspiration, and he decided that instead of finding the meaning, he would make the meaning. So he held people prisoner against their will in a town that they all hated. But they stayed, because he drugged them and made them as crazy as himself. And then one day came a younger man, whom the older man tried to intimidate. And a few weeks later, the older man was killed by the younger man.
Mr. Smith: And what is the moral of the story?
Hunter: Well there is no moral, really. I’m just catching you up on the events that have led us here.
Mr. Smith: And yet you have not killed me.
Hunter: But I will.
Mr. Smith: And how do you plan on doing that?
Hunter: I’ll think of something.
Mr. Smith smirks and walks up to Hunter, bringing his eyes level with Hunter’s and speaking in a cold-hearted tone.
Mr. Smith: You will never think of anything. Why? Because as I said, this bullet is meant for you. And I have no intention of not pulling the trigger.
Hunter: Then do it. Pull this fucking trigger you crazy fucking maniac.
Mr. Smith grins once more and lifts the gun, bringing it crashing against Hunter’s cheek, reddening it up and causing Sarah to scream in terror. Hunter grabs his jaw and starts to consider the possibility that maybe challenging him would be the wrong thing to do. And then Mr. Smith steps over him and holds the gun firmly in hand, pointing it at Hunter’s face.
Mr. Smith: Any last words, Mr. Hunter?
Hunter: …it’s better to burn out than to fade away.
Mr. Smith: Touching. Now goodbye.
Mr. Smith moves his left hand away from the gun and points it at Hunter solely with his right. He slowly squeezes the trigger, and time slows for a moment. Hunter’s breaths become shorter and slower, as do the breaths of Mr. Smith and his offspring. They each wait for a bang, a crack, and blood, but these things never come. Mr. Smith’s eyes turn from bloody lust to confused innocence. And at that moment, Hunter puts in the last piece of the puzzle.
Hunter: …you’re not using formidilosus.
Mr. Smith: …what are you talking about?
Hunter: All of this time you were preaching the beauties and perfection of your world, and of formidilosus. But you have never been under its influence, and you have never been converted. You lied…to everyone.
Mr. Smith: I…I do not know what you are talking about.
Hunter: Yes you do. You are still a true human being. You still have your humanity, or lack thereof in some other fields of your life. But you cannot do what a true human being cannot do: kill.
Mr. Smith: Silence! I can kill.
Hunter: Then do it.
Hunter grabs the gun’s barrel with his right hand and brings it to his chest, an action that eerily echoes the actions of his brother merely three months earlier.
Hunter: You’re only killing a man.
Mr. Smith: I…I…
Hunter: If you were under formidilosus, you would have done this in a heartbeat. After all, you would have no fear. But you do have fear. You fear me, and you also fear what would happen if you were to get rid of me. You have never killed before, and you never expected to. You are just a walking contradiction.
Mr. Smith: Shut up! None of this is true; I will kill you right now!
Hunter: THEN DO IT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:10:02 GMT -5
Mr. Smith tries to squeeze down on the trigger, but his finger is frozen in place. Hunter pushes the gun away from his chest and scoffs.
Hunter: You’re just a pathetic human being, as I thought.
Mr. Smith: No…no…I will NOT allow you to do this to me! I will not allow you, of all people, to destroy what I have worked for all of these years!
Mr. Smith, in his truly painful moment, rushes over to the cabinet and throws the doors open, discarding of useless items inside. And then he pulls out a crystal syringe, putting it to the back of his neck.
Mr. Smith: I’ll show you! I’ll take it right now, watch!
Hunter stands solemnly, folding his arms amusingly as Mr. Smith attempts to inject himself with his own hideous creation. Be he cannot, this Hunter knows fully. Hunter slowly walks towards him as Mr. Smith continues panicking, pointing the gun at Hunter again.
Hunter: Just give me the gun and---
But then Mr. Smith swings the gun across Hunter’s cheek again, launching Hunter over to the other side of the room. Mr. Smith puts down the syringe and clears his throat, walking over to Hunter.
Mr. Smith: I do not need formidilosus, and I will prove it to you. As you were able to destroy those others by yourself earlier today, I will do so with you. You convinced yourself that they were not innocent…well you are not innocent. And you shall be judged, and you shall lose your life at my hand.
Hunter: Whatever you say, man. I’ll be here all night.
Mr. Smith raises his foot and stomps down onto Hunter’s right arm angrily, causing Hunter to scream out in tremendous pain. Sarah does the same, and at that point she realizes her father is serious about this murder. And it is at that moment that Sarah understands what she must do: she grabs the crystal syringe and rises to her feet, cowardly calling over to her father.
Sarah: Don’t…do it.
Mr. Smith: Sit down and shut up! No one will tell me anything anymore!
Sarah: I…don’t want to hurt you…I don’t want to stop you…but I will if I have to.
Mr. Smith turns to her in an annoyed manner.
Mr. Smith: Sit down or you’ll just make it worse!
Hunter looks at his angel with some terror in his eyes. And then his eyes flicker over to the left, just for a moment. And in the corner of the room he sees the black figure once more, facing away from him. No, instead this black figure stares directly at Mr. Smith, slowly raising its arm to come and claim him…and then it disappears. Hunter turns back towards Sarah and he sees as she raises the syringe and brings it to the back of her neck. His eyes widen, and he is not alone in that action.
Mr. Smith: …what are you doing?
Hunter: No!
And those are the last words she will ever hear. She stabs the needle into the back of her neck and pushes down on the syringe, injecting the fluids into her veins in an instant.
Mr. Smith: …that…that amount…it’s enough to kill her…
But she does not get so lucky. She stands still for a moment, and then screams out in pain and flails around, clutching her head as the eternal agony hits her steely nerves. Moments later, her terror is over…but the true terror is just beginning. She looks up at her father fearlessly, a cold and dead look in her eyes, as if they were the eyes of the angel of death. Mr. Smith opens his mouth to speak, but she launches before his lips can depart, bringing her fist crashing into her father’s jaw.
Hunter: Sarah!
Mr. Smith drops the gun and it flies over beside Hunter, but Hunter does not pay attention to it at all. Instead, he watches in horror as Sarah swings her fists against her father’s face, bringing him closer to the ground with each strike and sending pieces of bone, skin, and blood flying across the floor. Mr. Smith’s body hits the floor long after his spirit has left it, but Sarah continues her merciless attack on his face, if you can even call it that. Two minutes into it, and she continues swinging her fists, by now simply punching the wooden floorboards covered in brain and skull, the entire area sprayed with blood. And for whatever reason, she then stops and rises, breathing heavily as Hunter looks at the demon before him.
Hunter: …Sarah…
The name registers something in her memory, but she does not respond as a normal being would. For now she is not Sarah, and no one is quite sure who she is. She looks at the bloody remains of her father’s head and grins, and then instantly runs to the window and leaps through, landing hard on the outside. Hunter scrambles to his feet but is able to get to it just in time…to see Sarah leap over the white picket fence and charge into the shadows where she truly belongs. And that is when the realization hits him.
Hunter: …she’s gone.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:12:03 GMT -5
He hangs his head painfully, standing in eternal anguish. Whoever said there is no eternity seemingly told the truth, as moments later Hunter snaps out of it as he hears a loud crash from the first floor of the town hall. There is a throng of echoing footsteps that come closer and closer to him, and so he runs over to the corner and grabs the gun, raising it to the empty corridor. And before he can even get the opportunity to steady his aim, the townspeople appear in front of him and stare at him with a bloody-thirsty malice in their eyes.
Man: …we want him.
Hunter looks down at the headless torso of Mr. Smith and slightly chuckles, despite the circumstances.
Hunter: There’s not much left.
Man: Then you will have to do.
Hunter’s eyes widen as the townspeople approach him with their arms outstretched. He points the gun into the crowd and is just about to pull the trigger, when suddenly from behind him he hears a loud car horn. At this point, he simply hopes for the best.
Hunter: This bullet is not meant for you.
And with those last words, he takes a leap of faith and flies out of the open window with the gun, landing safely into the back of a flatbed truck. The truck instantly starts driving away as Hunter looks back up at the window and sees the townspeople lift the body of Mr. Smith and all take turns stabbing at it with assorted items. Hunter turns away before his virgin eyes can take no more, and he takes this chance to move past the children in the back of the truck and come up to the passenger’s seat. AK takes her eyes off the road for a moment and looks at him, and then at the back of the truck.
AK: Where’s Sarah?
If only Hunter knew. He slowly turns away from AK and looks directly at the road, sending a clear signal to his partner in crime. She says nothing and focuses back on trying to drive the unfamiliar vehicle as Hunter looks at the town once more, a dark fire erupting from its center. The paradise has been lost, and Hunter knows it. And with that last thought, Hunter’s view of the town is obscured by the hill that the truck rides over, and he is left to linger with this thought for as long as he can allow himself to think.
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Hunter: For fifteen hours we drove in that car, and none of us ever said a word. And in my eyes, that is the only thing that is eternal: silence.
Ginger reclines back in his chair and slowly rubs his chin, attempting to take in the gravity of this situation. But it proves too difficult, as the size and substance of this story is too much for one person to take. AK and Hunter sit silently and let the thought sink in; they themselves cannot believe that it happened.
Ginger: I…I don’t know what to say.
AK: You’re not alone.
Ginger: …I’m so sorry, Hunter. For everything.
Hunter: Don’t be. Our actions can never be undone, and neither can any events, whether we hate them or like them.
Ginger nods his understanding, and his eyes slowly travel around the room, finally stopping on the clock.
Ginger: Oh my God, we’ve been in here almost all night! The Asylum is coming up! You two need to get changed.
Hunter: Of course.
They rise without another word and walk out of the room. Safe in the room that surrounds him, Ginger ponders how much his clients truly went through. Though he may be free of the fear and the pain, he can only feel for AK and Hunter, and all of the people involved with them during this tale. But he is able to relax, as he always goes by his life’s theory for every situation:
No matter how hard life may be, our spirits will always carry on.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:13:01 GMT -5
Segment: Put it in Your Pocket For Later. Seeecreeet Eaaatiiings. (Credit: ??)
Fresh coffee. Everyone likes fresh coffee, including the chairman of ACW, Ginger. But to get it at its absolute freshest, you have to get it yourself. Which is precisely what he does. Ginger is returning to his office after getting some coffee from the lounge; he needs it after all that he’s heard this evening. Upon entering, he stumbles upon a guest. Packrat Red is peeking into a drawer.
Ginger: Important files are in the other drawer.
Red jumps up, startled.
Red: I was just…looking around. Wait, this isn’t our locker room! Silly me! I’ll be going!
Red darts for the door, but Ginger grabs his arm as he passes.
Ginger: What’d you take?
Red: I didn’t take nothing!
Ginger: Exactly. You didn’t take nothing. You took something. What was it?
Red: I think I hear Fancy Dan calling me, I have to go before he gets angry.
Ginger lets him go, and he rushes out of the room.
Ginger: Couldn’t have been anything of value anyway.
Ginger continues to his desk and sits down with his coffee, preparing to watch the main event.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:13:45 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW World Title - 8-Person Asylum Match (Credit: AK/Hunter) Once again, ACW has produced a top-notch show for its faithful fans, but as the scene is revealed the audience at home knows at once that they are about to witness something exceptional, even by their high standards.
The ACW technical crews have outdone themselves, for what was once a humble parking lot has been transformed into an entire outdoor arena. On its four sides, banks of tiered seating have been set up, and about a quarter of the indoor arena’s occupants have been selected via a random draw to move outside. The rest remain in their seats indoors to watch on the alphatron. Floodlighting is set up behind the seats to illuminate the scene, and there are screens at each corner so that the fans outside can see what the TV audience at home is seeing.
On one side of this temporary arena, the timekeeper’s corner and the commentary desks have been relocated lock, stock and barrel. There is also a dedicated area for the many referees and officials who will be required for the match, and here Raymond Allen Fleming is briefing the rest of his team on what awaits them.
All this is quite before the crowd considers the Asylum itself. Five rings have been arranged in a diamond pattern with one in the centre, and each has been prepared according to the specifications set by the defending champion on Warfare. Firstly, they are all surrounded by walls of plexiglass; there is only an inch or two between the ring ropes and the walls, meaning that exiting the ring is impossible except through one of the doors. There are four of these to each chamber, one on each side; the four outer rings have an external door leading to the outside of the Asylum, 2 doors that lead to covered plexiglass connecting tunnels to the adjacent outer rings, and one door which opens on to a tunnel leading to the central, final ring. The outer rings are open to the sky, but the tunnels and final ring are roofed over with yet more glass. In the upper corners, cameras have been mounted to provide clear views of the action that complement the manned cameras on the outside.
Then, there are the rings’ contents. The Northern ring contains four folded tables, standing against the ropes and walls. The Eastern ring is filled with a variety of hardcore weapons, among them planks, lighttubes, Kendo sticks and a steel chair. The Southern ring is empty, requiring no special equipment for its submission stipulation, and the Western Ring has had its ropes replaced on its inner side with a barbed wire-covered wall. An outline of a door neatly set into this is just about visible. Finally, the central ring contains the classic trinity of Tables, Ladders, and Chairs, and the gold of the World Title belt can just about be see glimmering as it hangs suspended from the ceiling.
Because both walls and doors are made of Plexiglass, it is possible to see the locking mechanisms set into them. Strong-looking bolts hold the various doors shut, with the exception of the external doors that are currently standing open.
Everyone is bundled up against the cold wind, with the exception of Philip Jones. He is determined to keep up a professional front, and so is seen still in his smart tuxedo as the camera switches to him standing in front of the Asylum itself.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen… we thank you for your patience, and are now proud to present our main event for this evening… the ACW Asylum match, for the ACW World Title!Another shot is given of the title belt, and the crowd pops loudly.Philip: As you can see, this twisted structure has been built to test and break any who dare enter it. In addition to the individual ring stipulations, there is a No Disqualification rule which will cover the entire duration of this contest. Philip gestures to the structure again.Philip: The match will progress as follows… two contestants will be placed into each ring before the match starts. All the chamber doors will be locked, and then the bell will sound. The participants will fight until someone is eliminated; at that point the losing man or woman must leave the Asylum, and the doors to the adjacent outer rings will be released, allowing the victor to move on. There is a click as the connecting doors are unlocked, demonstrating this.Philip: Participants cannot leave a ring until they have defeated all the other people in it, and eliminations will continue until such time as only two contenders remain. At that point, the doors to the final chamber will be released, and the match will end when one of those two people claims the World Title from where it hangs. The crowd chatters a little, taking in all the details as the locks on the chambers are reset. Philip turns, and indicates where head referee RAF is standing.Philip: Mr. Raymond Fleming, as head referee, will place the participants in their starting rings. So, let’s get this match underway!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:14:28 GMT -5
A burst of pyro goes off, and attention turns to where a makeshift walkway ramp has been set up, leading from the interior of the building. There is a pause, and then “Power Struggle” by Sunna hits, setting off a wave of shouts and cheers…
Philip: First, from Hartford, CT, being accompanied by Seth Cowell, he is the ACW Fallout Openweight Title holder…Holocaust!
An improvised curtain is thrust aside and Holocaust strides out. Accompanied by his manager, he cuts a harsh figure; his gaze makes some of the fans shudder. He walks down and emerges through the gap in the seating to where RAF is waiting, and RAF looks him up and down before leading the way around to the West ring. Holocaust gives a grim smile, and walks up the steps, passing through the door and the ropes. He stands and looks at the barbed wire wall as RAF cautions Cowell to remain on the outside, and takes the Fallout belt for safekeeping.
There is a brief gap as Holocaust’s music fades, and then “Blood Brothers” by Papa Roach hits, drawing a loud mix of boos and cheers.
Philip: From Chicago, Illinois,,, the human highlight reel and the real F’n deal, T-N-T!
TNT walks out into the gaze of the fans, looking as confident as he ever has; the fans are constantly amazed at his self-belief. RAF has a choice of the four outer rings, and it takes him only a moment to settle on the East one. TNT smirks, and enters the ring without commenting – hardcore suits him to the ground.
Philip: The third contestant, from Toronto, Ontario, he is a member of the Untouchables… Jonny Spade!
”Bodies” hits, and there is a great cheer from the fans as Jonny comes out from the main building at a run. He holds his arms up, saluting the crowd, and the crowd responds loudly; TNT just folds his arms and continues to smirk, while Holocaust barely seems to notice anything outside his own sealed world.
RAF takes a look around; the same four choices are available, and RAF considers for a few moments before pointing to the North ring. Jonny nods, and walks around to its external door; he’s ready for whatever this match might throw at him, and enters without any ceremony or fuss.
There is a slight pause, and then “Hail to the Chief” hits, bringing the fans once again to their feet. The entranceway is scattered with tickertape as a familiar silhouette appears…
Philip: The fourth participant… from Washington, D.C., he is founder and member of the Senatorial Stable, Senator Steve Philips!
The Senator’s expression is ambiguous as he walks out into the floodlights. This was not a match he ever wanted to be a part of, but now that the time is here, no one is expecting him to give less than 100%. RAF knows exactly where he wishes to place him, and indicates the submission chamber, drawing a loud pop from the fans. The Senator, who is known for his dislike of violent stipulations, seems pleased with this and gives RAF a nod of acknowledgement before heading around to the south side. He calmly enters the ring, and performs a few stretches as he waits for the match preparations to be completed.
The production booth is getting into its stride now, so “I’m a Bomb” is smoothly cued in, sending the fans off on another bout of cheers and whoops.
Philip: The fifth challenger, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
AK strides out into the floodlights, and lets the sound of the crowd wash over her. She lets them remind her why she does this, and puts aside everything else that has been crowding her head; she owes it to herself to give this match her all.
She reaches RAF, who takes a look at the four rings; all are now occupied, and he still has all available to choose from. The fans start to make their thoughts known, with shouts of “WE WANT TABLES!”, “DEATHMATCH REMATCH!” and “SUBMISSIONS RULE!”; RAF thinks carefully, and then with the poise of an Emperor commanding his Coliseum he points to the South ring. The crowd cheers like crazy; Alicia nods and heads in that direction, but it’s clear that she’s nervous, for submissions are not an area she specializes in. Up against an acknowledged master of such, she’s got a serious uphill battle on her hands, and she and the Senator acknowledge one another with a glance as she enters the ring. She is flanked by the ring’s referee, and the South door is closed and locked.
Philip, meanwhile, keeps things rolling along.
Philip: Next, the sixth participant… from Brooklyn, New York, the “Sole Survivor” BK London!
”Hold Ya Head” hits and there is a mighty surge of boos as BK comes out. BK thumps his chest, immensely fired up; as one of the favorites for the match the crowd is expecting something special from him. RAF is waiting, and BK taps his foot with an annoyed expression. RAF won’t be hurried, however; this decision will largely set the final form of the four rings, and so when he finally points at the East ring, BK smirks, and he and TNT immediately lock eyes. They maintain eye contact as BK walks around the Asylum and enters via the eastern external door; a referee enters with him to keep order while the last two participants are introduced.
Philip: And now… Introducing from Winnipeg Manitoba… Predator!
”Can’t Get Enough of your Love” hits the P.A., and there is an extraordinary amount of shouting and booing as Predator emerges. Even without a title, he has the pride of a peacock, and insists on walking all around the Asylum, taunting the other participants. When he reaches BK’s ring, however, he gives his mentor a thumbs-up gesture, and then bobs up and down in a Wayne’s World “We’re not worthy!” style. The crowd just boos this blantant sycophancy even more, and RAF shadows Predator, shepherding him to the West Ring. Holocaust, who has been eerily quiet until now, stares a hole into Predator and the referee for the ring hurriedly enters to stop things kicking off there and then…
It’s been a mammoth set of introductions, but finally the end is in sight. The floodlights darken, and “Ex Nihilo” swirls around the whole complex.
Philip: From Rochester, New York, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable, and the defending ACW World Champion… Andrew Hunter!
There is a momentary pause, and then Hunter appears. His expression is stern, he is here to take care of business. What else is going on beneath that icy exterior can only be guessed at…
RAF gestures to the North ring, and Hunter heads there without a word. He leaves his trenchcoat on the outside, and steps through the ropes to face Jonny; the door is closed, and the referee for the North ring remains on watch on the outside so as to maximize the space available (after all, he is not required to count pins or call submissions here).
With everything at last prepared, RAF takes up a position from which he can monitor all the proceedings. His subordinates indicate in turn that they are ready, and with a flourish RAF signals to the timekeeper…
And it’s all systems go.
Bell rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:15:58 GMT -5
Ooh, look, graphics and everything! There is an enormous yell from the assembled fans as things kick off in the four rings. Keeping track of everything is going to be quite a task, and so the crowd and commentators are far more dependant than normal on the skills of the ACW production crew. Seated at their relocated announce table, Max McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison attempt to watch both their monitors and the four rings. McNally: Here we go ladies and gentlemen, one of ACW’s toughest matches is finally underway. And from what I can see, no-one’s shying away from the job in hand…The cameras show the four rings in turn, to give the audience a taste of what’s to come. In the North Ring, Hunter and Jonny are exchanging punches; Hunter takes Jonny down with a discus lariat, but Jonny kicks Hunter in the calf making the defending champion wince and giving Jonny enough time to get back up. The fans on this side of structure cheer as Jonny suplexes Hunter, sending him into one of the folded tables which is propped against the ropes and plexiglass wall. Hunter smacks into it, but rolls back on to his feet and prepares to meet his advancing foe. The shot switches to the East ring, and reveals that BK and TNT are already making full use of the hardcore materials provided. TNT is in the middle of bashing BK with a 2 by 4 plank, but he overdoes a swing and BK rolls under it, grabs a handily placed piece of metal pipe and whacks TNT in the knee. TNT grits his teeth in pain as BK gets back to basics, using his fists to punch his opponent rapidly and repeatedly in the gut; he finishes with a powerful uppercut and sends TNT backward on to a road sign lying on the mat. BK makes a cover, 1….2- TNT kicks out strongly and elbows BK in the throat, buying himself some vital time to get back on his feet and take control- Another switch, this time to the West ring, and if anything the fighting here is even more intense. This, however, doesn’t come as a surprise to many people, since Predator wants revenge for his earlier title defeat. Kept on the outside by the plexiglass walls, Seth Cowell jumps up and down, waving his arms and conveying to Holocaust the importance of this encounter, a fact that is certainly not lost on the biggest man in the match. He’s positively taking Predator to bits, and the crowd gasps as Holocaust executes his Military Press/Chokebreaker combination. Putting on an epic match is of no concern to Holocaust – he has the Fallout belt, and he wants the grand prize as well, a fact which is clearly reflected in the intensity of his expression as he pins Predator, 1…2- Predator gets a shoulder up and blatantly pokes his foe in the eyes, making him roar with pain. As Predator pulls himself up, he eyes the barbed wire wall with a nasty smirk… Meanwhile in the South ring, one heck of a clash is developing between the Senator and AK. The submission ring is a dream draw for Senator, and he’s made a strong start by using his famed middle kicks and chops to negate any first flush of energy from his opponent. A Back Ipponzei throw has AK stuck in a crossarmbar, but she twists and turns so that the Senator loses his grip on her (relatively) slender arm. As soon as she has regained her freedom of movement, AK sets out to thwart the Senator’s aim of keeping the match at a snail’s pace and targets his thighs and knee joints with rapid fire kicks; Senator strikes back with a couple of knife chops, only for AK to grab his extended arm on the third and turn away from him, kicking out directly behind her into her opponent’s midsection. Senator grimaces and stumbles back a step or two; AK comes at him again with another high kick which Senator counters into a Dragon screw- Edison: Whoa, hold up! Just look at Predator and Holocaust!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 25, 2006 16:17:41 GMT -5
Edison’s sharp eyes pick up what’s happening in the West ring and the cameras jump quickly to show what’s going on. Predator is fighting a losing battle against Holocaust, who is relentlessly pushing him back toward the wire wall; with a vicious expression Holocaust shoves Predator against it, and Predator yells in pain, drawing a cry in turn from the fans. Holocaust elbows Predator and then takes a few steps backward; he runs in, going for what would be a horrific splash, but Predator dives sideways, scraping cuts into his back as he does so, and Holocaust runs right on to the wire.
McNally: YEEOW! That was one hell of an error from Holocaust there. Is he ok?
The crowd yells again, but their yell is eclipsed by that of Holocaust, who wrenches himself back with several small puncture wounds in his skin including a nasty one to his cheek. Both men are now bleeding, and this is likely to be only the start of the bloodletting in this sadistic construction.
With both Predator and Holocaust temporarily recovering from their injuries, the shot jumps back to BK and TNT. The pair are grappling, and neither is prepared to concede ground willingly – but a trashcan left in the ring trips BK as TNT pushes him back and both men fall to the mat in disarray. Thumbtacks are scattered everywhere from a box in the can, and TNT smirks, getting up quickly. BK isn’t quite so quick, and the crowd yells out as TNT gets BK into the required hold for his “straightjacket” German Suplexes. The noise is incredible as TNT hits one, two, three chained germans, studding both men with tacks; at the end he goes for the pin and hooks the leg, 1…2…- BK kicks out at 2.5, and glares angrily at TNT who is enjoying the match immensely. BK’s response is roll to his feet, dodge TNT’s punch and then lift him up high before slamming him down on top of the trash can, flattening it. TNT rolls off, so BK grabs the flattened trashcan and smashes it into his face; TNT keels over and BK pins once again, 1….2….- TNT’s kick is filled with venom, and the camera zooms in to show that the trashcan has made a cut to his head. He punches BK while he’s still on the floor, snatches up the metal road sign from earlier, and holds it to his chest with one hand as he runs to the ropes. Jumping first to the second rope and then to the top, TNT stuns everyone watching by pulling off the Best Moonsault Ever whilst holding the sign and crushing BK before he can get up. TNT stay down for the cover, 1…2..thr- no! BK kicks, but it’s exceptionally close, and TNT swears as he comes within a fraction of a second of causing a huge upset…
Down South the tension is increasing; the action returns to the submission ring as AK sweeps Senator’s legs from under him and applies a kneebar, managing to hold it for 10 seconds or so before Senator frees himself. Keen to keep up the momentum, AK hops back on her feet and whips Senator into one of the corners, and then charges into a stunning Liger Kick before he can extract himself. Dazed, Senator has to hold the ropes to prevent himself sliding down as AK lashes out with a mighty Guillotine kick, but as she lands Senator counters into an atomic drop (appropriately enough), and shifts from that straight into a superb capture bomb. Even as the crowd is cheering that, Senator transitions it into his Tax Cut, leaving AK in all sorts of trouble.
McNally: This is classic work from the Senator, Eddie. This one could be all over…
Edison: It must be hurting like hell, but Atomic’s not the type to quit easily. I think-
The commentators are blocked out for a moment by a roar from the fans; the Senator hasn’t positioned himself dead centre, and AK somehow manages to struggle into range of the ropes. The referee forces the break-
-and the shot immediately jumps over to Predator and Holocaust, now that the possibility of an imminent elimination has passed. Predator is getting extreme amounts of heel heat as he batters Holocaust and tries to whip him into the barbed wire wall, but one has to admire his tenacity – unless, of course, you’re his foe. Holocaust’s temper has always been fragile, and as Predator tries to rake him across the eyes the big man snaps. He throws Predator up in the air and kicks him with such force as he comes down that Predator covers about three feet horizontally and is sent into the wire wall; he falls, and is shown gasping for breath as Holocaust storms over toward him. Holocaust shows no mercy whatsoever as, egged on by Seth, he commences with the War Machine II.
Edison: Daaanngerous! I think Predator’s going out…
He powerbombs Predator once, twice, three times, and then lifts him on to his shoulders for the concluding F5 – but somehow Predator rallies, struggles free and drops down behind Holocaust. He clips him in the knee, bringing him down to a strikeable level, and then delivers a crushing dropkick to the back of his foe’s head. Holocaust hits the mat, and Predator covers, 1…2…thr- a shoulder is up, and the color drains from Predator’s face. Seth continues to smirk on the outside as the monster arises…
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