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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:41:16 GMT -5
Segment: Do or Die (Credit: Scott Andrews)
We cut to the backstage area of the arena to see Scott and NBK standing in a generic looking corridor, surrounded by a few crew members and Fallout Stars who are scattered throughout the shot. But at the forefront are the two Cold Blooded Killers. It seems they are mid conversation.
Lex: Yeah alright.
Scott: No bullshit tonight, ok?
Lex: Yeah, I get it, man. I have to step up, yadda, yadda, yadda…Don’t worry amigo, it’s gonna be smooth sailing tonight.
Scott: And you’re sure of this? Lex, what you fail to realise is that this is a BIG match for us, as a team and as individuals. Failure is not an option at this point. And let’s just say, if there is a slip up, it’ll be the end of an era…
Scott storms off in a rage, while Lex takes a sip of a nearby drink bottle and watches his ‘oh so serious’ partner walk away. Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:41:44 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:43:04 GMT -5
Segment: Pep Talk (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
Two small white shoes pace frantically on the hard surface below. The audience collectively cheers as the camera pans upward, revealing Yoko Satoshi's grim expression. Eyes downcast, the Flower of Carnage quickens her gait, almost galloping across the open area behind the ACW arena.
Voice: Pacing isn't going to help, you know.
Yoko glances up, spotting Sarin just a few feet away.
Yoko: ...How did you get so close without me noticing you?
Sarin: That's immaterial to the subject at hand.
Yoko: Which is?
Sarin: Your self doubt. And anxiety. And your pathetic way of clinging to the past.
Yoko's eyes widen, mouth parting and lips moving, yet the words remain unclear.
Sarin: Hm? Cat got your tongue? Funny how that is...the night of our championship match, and you're a bundle of nerves. Ironic, wouldn't you say, darling?
She raises an elegant, manicured finger, stroking Yoko's cheek softly, slowly, caressing something unseen.
Sarin: Yoko Satoshi. The Flower of Carnage. Record-breaking World Title holder. You've faced more demons than the average person does in five lifetimes. Yet our impending match frightens you. Why is that, darling? I know it's not about it being a tag match like you say it is.
Sarin's finger travels lazily down Yoko's cheek, outlining the young woman's strong jaw, and finally rests beneath her chin, firmly directing Yoko's eyes into her own limpid pools.
Sarin: Perhaps you're feeling a bit...Jaded?
Yoko tenses, and her pupils almost dilate.
Yoko: Please don't mention her.
A flash of anger spreads over Yoko's face. A moment later, Sarin falls clumsily backwards, landing hard on her back. She staggers, raising her head off from the ground, hair draping over her face like theatre curtains hiding the stage.
Sarin: Poor puppy, you're lost, you're confused...you don't know why you're angry...
Yoko: Stop it!
Sarin does not oblige Yoko's request.
Sarin: How long has it been since her, Yoko? How long?
Yoko: Stop it...
Sarin: Yet you're still clinging, still holding on to that regret...that pain...that one day, the twenty-eighth of May, in the year two-thousand and--
Yoko: --five...Mr. Floppy said, but I...I didn't know...
Yoko stares down at her hands, catching a tear drop falling from her eye.
Sarin: You didn't know, Yoko. You couldn't have known.
Sarin grips Yoko's open hands firmly, pulling her to the floor, facing her tear-stained eyes once again.
Sarin: Still, even now, you're too afraid to face it, too afraid to admit, too afraid to accept...
...you lost her. You lost her and she will never return.
Yoko chokes, sobbing now, leaning into Sarin's shoulder. She wraps comforting, slender arms around Yoko's back, crooning soft words.
Yoko: It's not the tag teams that make me nervous...It IS her. Orochi left, but he was just a friend. Jade...She rejected me, she hated me...she left me...
Sarin: But I'm here. I'm here and I will never leave you.
Yoko looks up, gazes into the eyes of the one person in the world willing to give away her very soul for her own safety...
Yoko: I'm sorry. It's not that I still felt for her, I just didn't want you to turn out like her...I love you.
Sarin smiles, crying now too, her nose brushing against Yoko's.
Sarin: You overcame your fear, Yoko. And the best part is...you did it by yourself.
Yoko: You knew, all along, that she was still in the back of my mind...you knew...exactly what to say...you're amazing.
Sarin: You don't need to tell me that twice. C'mon, get up. We have a date with destiny.
She hoists Yoko to her feet. Tears dried, the two women dust themselves off, sniffling slightly due to the aftereffects of a good cry.
Yoko: Thanks for the...er, pep talk.
Sarin: Don't mention it. Are you ready?
Yoko pauses, eyes momentarily ablaze with determination.
Yoko: More than ready. Let's destroy them. Tonight, the tag team titles are ours.
And with that, Flower Power begins the arduous trek to their destiny, hand in hand, together.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:44:34 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Tag Titles Match Flower Power vs. Cold Blooded Killers (Pre/post match events credit: Scott Andrews) The backstage action has the fans well and truly pumped up for the match that is about to commence, as Philip enters the ring.Philip: This next match is a tag team contest, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers… from Okinawa, Japan, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi, known collectively as Flower Power! ”Flower of Carnage” hits to a massive cheer from the assembled fans, and Yoko and Sarin show no sign of nerves as they walk down the ramp, side by side. The music switches into “Lady” as they reach the ring, and the pair enter as Philip politely holds the ropes down for them; they go to the corners and hail the crowd before returning to the centre of the ring.
There is a slight pause, and then “New Noise” begins to play; the crowd starts to boo at once.Philip: And their opponents, from Denver, Colorado and Hollywood, California… they are members of the Senatorial Stable, and defending ACW Tag Team Champions -The Scarlet Assassin Scott Andrews and the Natural Born Killer Lex De LaRocha… the Cold Blooded Killers! As the Cold Blooded Killers make their way down the entrance ramp, the curtain is pushed aside. A large figure, obviously Angelus, makes his way towards Lex, who trails behind Scott. Angelus’ pace quickens with each step. When he reaches the unexpected cocky superstar, who is currently posing in a taunting fashion, he grabs him by the head and bashes it into the crowd barrier. The crowd don’t know what to make of it, with boos and cheers alike emanating from the arena. He then proceeds to lift him in position for the Gravedigger (Tombstone Piledriver). He drops him straight on his head. Lex is motionless as Angelus stands, flicks his hair back and laughs maniacally. Scott, who has no idea what is going on, turns to see Angelus leaving the arena through the curtains and Lex lying in the middle of the entrance ramp. He runs to his aid, lifting him on his shoulders and picking up his tag title. He slowly makes his way (or both of their ways) down to the ring. He puts Lex on the ground and checks on him. He’s groggy but other than being a little off balance, he’s ok. Scott allows him to get himself back together by entering the ring first and handing the tag team titles over to the referee.
The referee holds the belts up, and then passes them to the outside. He calls for the starters, and Yoko steps forward at once as Scott does the same. The others go to their corners and the match can get underway.Bell Rings. With Lex still trying to recover from the brutal gravedigger piledriver, Scott has no choice but to start the match, and he can tell instantly that Yoko’s going for a win in record time as she moves in close and delivers a string of sharp kicks to his lower body. The Scarlet Assassin, however, is not about to surrender his gold so easily, even to as feared a competitor as the Flower of Carnage, and he gives as good as he gets to prove to Yoko that he’s worthy of respect. A snap suplex while Yoko is momentarily distracted underlines his intentions, and the fans’ involvement with the match is already deepening as Scott makes a speculative cover. It doesn’t even reach the 1 count, but the intention comes across loud and clear. Both competitors get back up quickly, and Scott immediately initiates a grapple, understanding that Yoko lacks the raw power to dominate in such a situation. Yoko attempts to kick at Scott’s knees to unbalance him, but Scott switches into a headlock and from there into a judo hip toss. Yoko is quick to roll over, and as Scott tries to use some vicious looking stomps, Yoko nips back to her feet and swings up a high kick to the temple. It doesn’t knock Scott over; rather, it makes him stagger for a second or two that lets Yoko use an irish whip to the closest set of ropes, and Scott rebounds directly into a standing dropkick close to the edge of the ring. As he falls, Yoko uses the ropes to get some extra height on her leg drop, and she makes the pin, 1,2- Scott kicks out, and shoves Yoko away, rolling himself out of the ring. Scott doesn’t hang around on the outside; he hits the outside mats running, and dashes around to his own corner before re-entering. As Yoko hurries to meet him, Lex lashes out with an arm and clobbers Yoko in the head, earning himself a warning from the ref but buying his teammate a critical couple of seconds to return to the vertical. Yoko backs away from the corner to prevent Lex from interfering any further, and as she does this Scott accelerates and delivers a powerful clothesline, knocking the petite Yoko to the mat. The crowd boos as Scott stamps Yoko mercilessly, and Yoko stands back up to be greeted with a toe kick to the stomach and a face slap that has the crowd booing even more. Scott, of course, couldn’t care less about any of this, and follows up with a fisherman’s suplex-to-pin sequence. The referee is not tardy in making the count, 1…2- Yoko kicks out with attitude, and the crowd cheers loudly as Yoko rallies, elbows Scott sharply in the head while they’re both still on the mat, and quickly flips the pin over. The ref counts again, 1…2- Scott busts out, looking angry at almost being caught napping, and then both competitors are up on their feet, moving swiftly around the ring and exchanging kicks with the odd forearm thrown in for good measure. As they track around the space, Sarin shouts to Yoko, who suddenly ducks past Scott and makes the tag before he realizes what’s going on…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:45:29 GMT -5
The fans roar approval as Sarin jumps from her own turnbuckle directly into her Rinicarana before Scott has a chance to defend himself. With the advantage of fresh energy, Sarin goes straight for a cover, and gets a solid 2 count from it. Scott knows that he’s now at a significant disadvantage, he needs to tag out – but it’s still an unknown quantity as to how fit Lex is after the nasty impact he’s taken to the head. As Sarin presses her advantage, hitting Scott with a stream of her notoriously powerful kicks, Scott goes on the defensive and backs himself slowly into a neutral corner. With less experience under her belt than Yoko, Sarin is intent on delivering as much damage as she can, and switches into a counted 10 punch while Scott appears to be literally on the ropes. At the seventh punch, however, Scott springs his trap; he jinks his head to one side so that Sarin misses him, and then headbutts her forcefully so that both are left dazed. Sarin stumbles back, and Scott retains enough focus to leap up on to the turnbuckle and execute one of his own hurricanranas to both bring down and further disorientate his foe. Yoko calls out a warning to her partner, but Sarin can’t prevent Scott from reaching his own corner, and Lex is ready and waiting to accept the tag. The White Lion roars into action, jumping over the ropes and getting close to Sarin as she pulls herself back to her feet. He applies a full nelson hold, and as Sarin struggles to escape, Lex turns this into his famed Full Nelson Reverse Powerbomb. The move is infused with all of Lex’s strength, and the fans cry out in alarm as the supremely cocky superstar makes the pin, 1…2…- but Sarin kicks away at 2.5, making both Yoko and the crowd cheer in relief and delight.
Turning on her natural speed, Sarin knows exactly where to hit Lex; she nails him with a low kick to his forehead before he can get fully upright, and Lex staggers, feeling the pain of his previous headdrop come back for an extended encore. Sarin lashes him with a couple more kicks, but Lex is becoming increasingly angry with the entire situation, and he stops Sarin’s attack dead with a one-two-three chain of punches that leave the lightweight superstar reeling. Though his moveset has a broad base, Lex knows that the quickest way to deal out punishment to his opponent is through sheer strength, and he lunges forward into his Pounce (rising shoulder tackle) while Sarin is not in a position to protect herself. The force of the move sends Sarin to the canvas, and Lex adds insult to further injury with his Hollywood Boulevard elbow, bouncing off of the ropes before delivering consecutive elbow drops to both sternum and throat. The fans make their disapproval loud and clear as Lex pins, the referee counts 1,2,- Sarin gets her shoulder up, and both the fans and Yoko are shouting for a switch-in. Lex, meanwhile, just laughs and takes further advantage of his opponent’s position, quickly applying his Jail Lock figure four (a kneeling figure four variant). Being an acknowledged master of Ju-jitsu, Lex knows how to make his holds particularly effective, and he taunts Sarin mercilessly as she struggles, finding herself stranded and immobile in the centre of the ring. But Lex has forgotten that he’s carrying an extra handicap, and Sarin calms herself before suddenly striking at Lex’s head with her forearm while he’s close enough for her to do so. She lacks the strength to do more than irritate under normal conditions, but here her aggravation of the existing injury makes Lex swear in pain, and momentarily relax his grip involuntarily. With the fans roaring her on, Sarin breaks free of her opponent and makes a diving switch, rolling out of the ring as Yoko enters it.
Yoko rushes toward Lex as fast as she can and jumps into a calf kick, going for the same spot targeted by Sarin moments earlier. No one fools the Natural Born Killer twice, however, and Lex ducks the strike; Yoko lands and carries on to the ropes, but as she is about to bounce off Scott pulls the top rope right down, causing Yoko to tumble awkwardly to the outside. The referee sees Scott go after Yoko and yells at him to stop as Scott sneaks in his Reassuring the Kill Mk II (Pendulum Backbreaker); Scott feigns innocence and bundles Yoko back to the inside of the ring as an infuriated Sarin runs around and gives him a Rin Kick out of anger. The referee is distracted as he shouts at the pair to separate, and Lex takes the chance to use a blatant and illegal choke on Yoko. Only when the referee turns back does Lex make a pin on his compromised opponent; the fans boo loudly, fearing that Flower Power might be about to be screwed out of their chance at the titles… but Lex only gets a 2.5 count before Yoko’s arm is up in the air. The cheer from the massed Puerto Rican crowd sweeps the arena, and gives Yoko fresh drive; she rolls out from beneath Lex, and as he attempts to stay close to prevent her from building momentum into an attack, she twists herself around and uses her Jaded Memories (backward groin kick) to stun him. The fans shout out as Yoko goes for the flying guillotine, only for Lex to shift sideways just in time so that Yoko misses. Scott yells at him, and Lex manages to run over and tag back to his partner just milliseconds before Yoko is able to stop him. Scott jumps on to the ropes and into his Heat Seeker (springboard overcastle) before Yoko sees it coming, and then teams with Lex for a quick double suplex to bring Yoko away from the ropes before he pins. The referee makes the count, 1….2..thr- Sarin dashes in and makes the save, much to the annoyance of the CBK, and she and Lex fight their way out of the ring, both tumbling through the ropes to the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:46:34 GMT -5
Scott pays little heed to what is going on outside the ring; all his attention is on Yoko, and he signals the Head Shot as she gets back on her feet. The fans gasp and cry out; Scott puts enough power into the move to end the match there and then… but Yoko ducks and it misses by the tiniest of margins. Acting on instinct, Yoko pulls off a desperation Evenflow DDT, and heads slowly for her corner; Scott does not expect a tag to be made, as he thinks that Lex and Sarin are still battling on the outside. But a Rin Wheel from Sarin has given Lex another blow to the head, and Sarin scrambles back to her corner just in time to accept the tag. The fans go wild as Sarin leaps into action; she dashes forward, but Scott gathers his wits and counters her running attack into an armdrag, keeping her on the mat by grapevining her limb. Sarin has to fight hard to break away, and at this stage of the match, no one can afford to waste their energy. Both competitors get back on their feet, and they both move forward with caution, acting defensively so that for about 45 seconds no one can score a meaningful hit. Then abruptly Scott slips behind Sarin; Sarin turns quickly, and Scott reads her to have his fist conveniently and “accidentally” in the way. The fans boo as Scott gets behind her once more and delivers a vertical German suplex, taking it straight into a pin; the referee counts, 1…2…- and Sarin breaks out in the nick of time. The fans roar with surprise and pleasure; both tag teams have surpassed themselves in this match, but the non-stop action is taking its toll. Something has to give, and at the moment no one can tell just where that something might occur…
The fans are becoming extremely loud as they urge Sarin on; Sarin shares their desire to achieve victory, and she goes all out into a stunning blaze of kicks and running attacks in an effort to deliver the decisive blow. For a good 90 seconds, the match is all about her, with Scott seemingly just trying to stay in the game; but the Scarlet Assassin knows exactly what he’s doing, and as he has predicted, Sarin starts to run out of short-term energy, the lactic acid buildup in her muscles forcing her to gear down for a few crucial moments. Scott’s retaliation is swift, violent and precise; he whips Sarin to the ropes, and then executes a drop toe hold as she rebounds to set up his Scarlet Fever (roll-through fish stretch cobra hold). The fans all leap up; Sarin is in desperate trouble, and Yoko doesn’t hesitate to rush in and break the hold at once, exiting the ring almost as quickly. Sarin rolls up, and makes a break for her own corner; Scott is right behind her, and he manages to catch hold of an arm and forcefully whip her back into his own corner where Lex is waiting – but in his hurry, he does not see that Sarin tags back to Yoko and is acknowledged as such by the referee. As Scott hits Sarin with a shoulder tackle, Yoko makes eye contact with her partner, and while Scott is hammering an apparently dazed Sarin with punches, Sarin suddenly drops and does the spilts as Yoko throws herself into Scott from behind. Scott and Lex smash their heads together, and the referee judges that sufficient contact has been made for it to count as a legal tag; Scott staggers and falls, becoming tangled in the ring ropes, and Yoko and Sarin pull a badly dazed Lex into the ring. The crowd yells for and gets a beautiful Rinko Kick from the two ladies, and this is the straw that breaks the Lion’s back. Lex is down and out as Yoko makes the pin, and the noise is joyfully thunderous as the referee counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions… Flower Power!
Yoko and Sarin are thrilled by their win, and hug one another as the crowd continues to cheer. The referee hands them their new titles, and they hold these up proudly, exiting the ring and walking slowly up the ramp so that the crowd gets a good chance to see them.
After Scott unties himself from the ropes, he makes his way over to Lex, who is sitting in the middle of the ring holding his head. Scott doesn’t look at all pleased as the tag titles are handed over to Yoko and Sarin, who lift the belts in the air with pride. They embrace each other with a hug and a kiss as the male demographic of the crowd cheer in exhilaration. Flower Power exit the ring and make their way up the ramp. Scott stands above Lex and looks down on him with a glare of disappointment and anger. Lex slowly stands. Scott begins to shout at Lex, the microphone only just being able to pick up the dialogue, until a proper microphone is handed to Scott by an official.
Scott: Lex! You proved tonight that you are not a true Cold Blooded Killer! You cost us the Tag Team Titles! The one thing that separated us from the rest of the Stable and the tag team division as it is! You have let me down, and you have let the stable down! And you know what…I’m staying true to my word…THE COLD BLOODED KILLERS ARE THROUGH!!!
Scott drops the microphone and delivers a swift Head Shot to Lex, as he drops to the ground instantly. The crowd again give mixed reactions. Scott drops to the canvas and locks in the Scarlet Fever. He yanks back on the head of Lex who taps furiously, cries of pain pouring from his usually pompous mouth. He struggles to try and reach the ropes, though this proves futile. A group of officials rush down to ringside, including Tim Dwight and other Road Agents. They eventually get Scott Andrews off Lex and drag him out of the ring. Scott turns to the ring as he is escorted up the ramp. His face reveals a devious grin; the intense Scott Andrews we saw a glimpse of a few months ago is back.
EMT’s and officials cater to the needs of Lex as he is lifted onto a stretcher and a brace is put around his now fragile neck. We cut back to ringside as the stretcher is lifted out of the ring and taken up the ramp.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I never thought I’d see the day those two parted ways, and I certainly didn’t see it happening like that! What a turn of events!
Maxwell McNally: It’s never a nice thing witnessing a superstar wheeled off on a stretcher no matter how much of an arrogant prick they are. I just hope Lex gets better in the coming weeks. Well folks we’ll be right back with more action from ACW Fallen Heroes when we return…
Fade out to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:47:25 GMT -5
Segment: Conflicting Conscience (Credit: BK/Jake Cheng)
The segment opens up in Jake Cheng's own little locker room located in the Coliseo de Puerto Rico. The camera pans over to Jake Cheng who is in a relaxed state on the couch, sleeping with a newspaper over his head. As he snores the newspaper floats up in the air only a few inches and then comes back down. Suddenly something awakens The Chinese Phenom, something which totally throws him off his rocker....and the couch.
??: JAKE! JAAAAAAKE!
Jake falls from the couch onto the floor and quickly rises up. He knows that voice calling out his name, he has heard it many times throughout his years wrestling with him. It's his Corporate Alliance leader BK London.
BK: JAAAAAKE!
Jake knows exactly what he is going to ask him about, he knows exactly what he is going to do to him if he finds him. Quickly Jake scurries around to find a place to hide as the yells become louder and louder. Jake runs over to the lamp post and he takes off the protection and puts it over his head to disguise himself but it's too obvious. Jake rushes over by the plant and tries to hide behind it but he sticks out like a sore thumb. Quickly he rushes inside the closet and shuts the door behind him just as BK reaches the door way.
BK: Come on Jake, I know your in here.
He enters the room, and looks around and sees the ruffled plants and discombobulated lamps and can only know that Jake isn't too far. He searches around the locker room and Jake just watches through the small openings in the closet. All the dust in the closet messes with Jake's sinus', he tries to stop it but the sneeze is inevitable.
Jake: AHHHCHOOOOOOO!
BK: ....gotcha bitch!
BK opens the closet door and pulls out Jake before pinning him against the wall.
BK: Jake, you've been a good friend to me. PLEEEEAASSSEE do not tell me you did what I think you did.
Jake: Well uh...depends what you think I did...
BK: YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID?!
Jake pushes BK off of him and brushes himself off
Jake: BK, I have no idea what you're talking about. If I did, I could give you an answer easily.
BK: Did you tell AK that I read her diary?
Jake: Yes.
BK gets angry blah blah
BK: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
Jake: Because, man, I felt sorry for her.
BK gets madder, blah blah blah.
Jake: Dude, you're freaking BK London. You are one of the greatest wrestlers in this freaking industry, and soon you are going to be ACW World Champion. You don't need to play with AK's head to win, you are better then her. You've been and ACW Grand Slam Champion. You've trained the greatest LW Champion in this fed, and the greatest Entertainment Champion. Hell, we've even been given nicknames to show how well you trained us; BK Lite and BK's Butt Buddy.
BK winces, but nod and agrees with Jake
Jake: But you are allowed to kick AK's ass to no return.
BK smiles and puts his arm around his former tag partner and current CA member
BK: So, one more question. Who calls Pred my butt buddy?
Jake laughs and the two make their way to the door. Jake opes the door and exits his room.
BK: Seriously, who calls Predator my butt buddy?
Fade Out as everyone in the ACW chat room raises their hand to answer the question
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:49:52 GMT -5
Segment: Parallels (Credit: Latino, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, the Senator is seen wearing a Senatorial Stable shirt, and warm-up pants, walking down a street near the arena, looking up at the sky…when he unexpectedly crosses paths with a very familiar figure.
The Senator: Well, well, well, if it ain’t the hometown hero himself…Senor Laureano.
Latino: Yea….maybe it’s not my hometown, exactly…
Senator: So what brings you out here right now? I was just going for my customary walk around town, had time before the big match, and here I am.
Latino: I’ve got mi familia aquí, why do you care?
Senator: Ah, just asking, not that it really matters…you know, this is it.
Latino: Sí, sí, for probably the first time ever, I have to agree with you there.
Senator: Funny thing, it strikes me just how similar the two of us are…
Latino: Yo y tú? Don’t mind me if I don’t see the resemblance.
Senator: No, really, just look at how our careers have paralleled. Both of us could be considered the standard bearers for our particular time honored fighting styles here in ACW, myself, with traditional mat wrestling, and you with your classic brawling. We both are big draws, but neither has held the big title. And let us face the facts, for both of us, this is it. The one last big chance to get a real shot at the title. I am not getting any younger here, and I do not frankly remember a time that you were not suffering from some chronic injury…
Latino: Speak for yourself, mira senor I have pleeeenty of time left. I’m the younger one when it comes between you and me.
Senator: Yes, perhaps so, but that brings me to another parallel. Neither of us need this anymore. I have my politics, and you have your family. Must be nice really, with Alicia and all…never had time for starting a family myself, with wrestling and politics always getting in the way.
Latino: Sí, es verdad pero it has to be good to have that Money…that dinero.
Senator: How is she holding up, anyway? Things looked pretty bad on Monday.
Latino: Don’t worry about her. I know that my chula will be able to handle anything in front of her. I have completely faith in her.
Senator: That is good to hear. I really mean that. You know, now that I realize that I am on my last run, I have discovered that I do not want to embroil myself in any more pointless feuds. If there is one thing that I learned from politics that I could apply here, it is that while you will inevitably make enemies, it is better to limit the number of them, and to try to mend fences while you can.
Latino: Sure, but are you going to be saying that in the battle royal?
Senator: Oh, do not get me wrong, I have every intention of winning that match…but the difference now is that I harbor no harbor no hard feelings towards you, as I did last year.
Latino: That’s nice, but don’t you think I remember last year? Last year when you placed Alicia in your Victory Lock, and when, yeah, you hit me with your Nuclear Option, and nearly paralyzed me? You don’t think that I remember that?
Senator: I would find your memory to be lacking and your mental acuity to be missing if you did not remember those occurrences. I only ask that you remember that we both have nothing to gain from keeping up the old feud. Not to say that we can not, or will not lock horns in competition, oh no, but rather that we do it with a sense of sportsmanship. Heck, our match last year is being remembered as a classic in its own time. I respect you, and I suspect that although you do not say it, the respect is mutual.
Latino: Yea, I’ll say that respect is there too on this side as well….but despite that I still will not take a chance with you around me. So you know what if you’re lucky enough to see me in that ring and our eyes meet from across the ring…..
Latino stops to talk as he looks to the side a bit and then directs his attention back towards Senator.
You better hope, and I DO mean hope, that I don’t get close to you. I have been waiting a year for the right time and place and I will stop at nothing to take you or anyone else out of that ring. Just remember back at GFWWE I took you out with a sledgehammer.
Latino holds his thumb and index finger just nearly together, only leaving enough space for barely a centimeter.
Imagine what I’ll do now when I’m this close to my goal!
Latino doesn’t say another word as he turns around and leaves. Senator looks back at Latino as he turns the corner down the street. He, himself, walks away slowly as he nods his head in approval and the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:50:39 GMT -5
Match 5: Barbed-Wire Steel Cage Match The Great KUDA vs Tornado The buzz of conversation in the arena is replaced by a burst of cheers as the ring side crew start to lower down the cage that they prepared earlier from the ceiling, in readiness for the next match. The camera tracks it, and the crowd can see that the normal cage structure has been “enhanced” with a large amount of barbed wire so that all four walls are most certainly something any sane person would want to avoid contact with. Philip keeps well clear of them as he stands in the ring alongside the match referee, and waits for the leader of the crew to give him his signal that the cage is secure before speaking.Philip: This is a barbed wire cage match, and the stipulations state that victory is to be achieved by Pinfall or Submission only. The crowd murmurs; with escaping not an option for the win, this match promises to be even more hard fought and brutal.Philip: Introducing first, from Manchester, England… Tornado! ”Diary of a Madman” blares, and the fans get up and boo loudly as Tornado stalks out into the spotlights. He regards the structure from the stage with a cold smirk, and then walks calmly to the ring, entering through the open cage door. The fans continue to boo as he inspects the walls at close hand.
Then, the lights dim, and the boos become cheers as “Vampire Killer” blasts into the arena…Philip: And his opponent, from Kyoto, Japan… the Great KUDA! The passions arising from a foe’s dishonorable conduct strike a strong chord with the Rican audience, and they cheer with extra fire as KUDA emerges, his gaze steely beneath his mask. He walks toward the cage at a steady pace, keeping his eyes on Tornado, and then jumps up over the ropes into the cage. The referee senses the tension, and Philip makes a quick exit as the cage door is closed. When everything is secure, the referee wisely allows the match to commence at once.Bell Rings. The camera shot focuses for a moment on the glinting strands of barbed wire that are laced around the chainlink panels of the cage, before zooming in on the two men who are circling within the savage structure. The entire atmosphere inside the cage is shot through with venom, as KUDA and Tornado try to size one another up – after all the tricks and mind games, now they each have to face up to the reality of where this crooked path has led them. KUDA moves first, and makes a sudden thrust toward Tornado, who parries it and then engages his opponent in a grapple. The Puerto Rican fans are well used to seeing the more intense side of the luchadore culture, and though Tornado and KUDA are from very different backgrounds, as KUDA produces a suplex on Tornado and tries to throw him against the barbed walls the setting somehow seems entirely fitting as the stage for the climax of a powerful and passionate feud. Chants and cheers, a mixture of English and Spanish, swirl around the two men as Tornado rolls back to his feet and deflects a charge from KUDA to throw him into one of the corners, and Tornado closes the gap to his foe quickly but carefully before putting plenty of force into a series of shoulder thrusts. KUDA grabs the ropes for support, and then knees Tornado in the gut, pushing him back; the fans become louder and more hyped as KUDA cuffs himself around his masked head, working himself up into a state of extreme agitation and then releasing the energy through a frenzy of kicks and elbows. Tornado does his utmost to defend himself, but can’t prevent KUDA from lifting him off the floor and charging forward to drive his opponent back-first against the cage. The fans yell, their baser instincts aroused by the sight of blood as Tornado practically snarls and then jabs KUDA in the eyes to get free. The wounds to Tornado’s back are mild, but both he and the fans know that KUDA wants a great deal more than that after Tornado’s vicious attack on his mentor. Tornado, for his part, wants nothing less than the total destruction of KUDA in both body and reputation, and spurred by this aim he brings himself right back into the match with a stream of kicks of his own, and then whips KUDA to the ropes on the far side. KUDA hits them and ignores the slight scrapes he picks up in rebounding, building speed as he storms toward his opponent; Tornado picks his moment perfectly, and as KUDA comes in range he lifts and throws him up high in a backdrop-type move that would surely come close to an elimination in an over the top match. With the cage wall there, however, KUDA hits it and slides down, making the crowd cry with alarm and leaving a series of shallow cuts down KUDA’s back, arms and making numerous small rips in his ringwear. Tornado isn’t content to leave it at that, either, and runs in to deliver a sliding tackle while KUDA is lying on the mat next to the bottom of the cage. Aiming for his foe’s head, Tornado’s attack is blocked by KUDA throwing his arms up, but it still leaves KUDA in a daze, and the crowd boos loudly as Tornado gets up and pauses for a moment, smirking at his handiwork. Then Tornado reaches down and pulls KUDA away from the cage; he uses an elbow drop to the throat as a prelude to his pin, and the referee counts, 1….2- KUDA kicks, and rakes Tornado across the eyes so that he is unobstructed as he rolls back up to a standing position.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:51:41 GMT -5
The fans shout and stamp their feet as KUDA jumps around as if his feet were coiled springs, yelling at Tornado and working himself up into a fresh rage. Tornado isn’t slow to get up either, and the two men are positively flaming with anger as they trade strikes, going blow-for-blow in a contest to see who’s toughest. After about 45 seconds of all-out attack they both break off for a few moments; KUDA continues to shout, mainly in machine-gun speed Japanese, while Tornado is quieter but looks no less eager to take his opponent apart. The pause is only fleeting, and then KUDA uses the ropes to launch into a flashback elbow; Tornado ducks it, and KUDA runs to the other side of the ring and rebounds a second time. This time around, Tornado uses an armdrag in an effort to set up one of his favored armbars, but KUDA rolls so that Tornado is dragged over in turn, and creates an unexpected roll-up pin. The ref slides in and counts, 1…2- Tornado thrashes to break it, and then turns the while thing over so that KUDA has his shoulders down instead. The referee counts again, 1…2- but there is no three, for the referee has seen that Tornado is using the ropes for leverage, and insists that he stops. With testosterone flooding his body, Tornado takes umbrage at the referee and gets into his face to argue; KUDA sees a chance to strike, and runs to the corner to get some elevation for his Terrorana. KUDA’s been outsmarted on this occasion, however, for Tornado is only arguing with the ref to make KUDA drop his guard, and he quickly breaks off, rushing to the corner so that as KUDA gets up top and turns, he finds that Tornado is there with him. Tornado smirks again, and then sends the crowd barmy by executing a superplex… except that as he throws KUDA, he presses his legs to the barbed wire cage, and the barbs catch his clothing and prevent him from falling with his opponent. KUDA slams into the mat, and Tornado extracts himself to complete the sequence with a senton splash.
With his chest heaving, Tornado makes the cover, and the referee is not slow to respond and make the count. 1….2…- KUDA thrusts an arm up high and the fans cheer with delight, but even the most inexperienced followers of ACW can tell that KUDA is being worn down at least as fast as Tornado, and what some had confidently predicted should be an environment that would favor the fiery R3 leader is turning out to be more to Tornado’s taste. As he gets up, Tornado takes a quick look at the structure, and thinks about how else he can use it to his advantage; he can see that the rage he managed to generate on Warfare is still alight in KUDA’s eyes, and that means that a single powerful hit could still turn the match on its head. With this in mind, Tornado adopts a slightly more conservative stance, and waits for KUDA to attack; KUDA does not disappoint, and as he runs forward Tornado solidifies his stance, and lifts KUDA into a twisting powerbomb… but KUDA gets his legs around Tornado’s neck, and turns the move into a headscissors flip. The fans cheer, and Tornado rolls across the ring, standing up close to the cage wall without at first realizing where he is; KUDA though is well aware of the geography, and in an instant is in front of his opponent. The fans yell and shout as KUDA embarks on another kicking frenzy, and every strike sends Tornado against the barbed wire; with the pain from multiple small wounds mounting, Tornado snaps, and grabs KUDA by the head, smashing him against the cage wall and then pressing one side of his head on it. KUDA grimaces, and has to elbow his way free, but when he does so the audience and the cameras can see that one side of his mask has tears in it, and there are traces of blood around the rips. It’s a good metaphor for the match as a whole; the two men have inflicted many wounds on one another, and each shown flashes of wrestling brilliance… but now there is a sense that the agenda is changing, for it all means nothing without the ultimate prize of victory…
It doesn’t matter that KUDA’s mask hides most of his face; his body language speaks for him as he lays into Tornado (and roughly translates to a load of Japanese swearing). Tornado also lets his fists do the talking, and the pair repeatedly strike one another until Tornado switches tactics and whips KUDA into one of the corners. He rushes in after him, but KUDA has turned around, and he leaps upward and away from Tornado, climbing up the chainlink cage wall and picking his way between the barbed wire strands. Tornado jumps on to the turnbuckle and grabs KUDA’s leg; he wrenches on it, trying to dislodge his opponent, but KUDA suddenly moves a hand downward, lets himself fall a little way (picking up some cuts to his chest in the process) and then stamps down hard on Tornado’s head, making him collapse off of the turnbuckle. Glancing over his shoulder, KUDA takes a chance and launches himself backward, delivering a rough but effective Roaringiri in mid-air to Tornado as he’s trying to rise. The fans roar their approval as KUDA pins, 1…2…- Tornado kicks out, and KUDA slaps his own head again in frustration.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:55:04 GMT -5
The two men stand back up, and KUDA attempts to return to his favored kicks – but Tornado is now able to read these accurately, and he blocks with one leg whilst grabbing on to KUDA and executing a brainbuster with his arms. The impact looks nasty, and though the resulting pin only gets a 2 count, Tornado can see a way to win; he pulls KUDA close to the turnbuckle, and the fans get loud as they see that he’s preparing for his factor five (a second rope brainbuster into the turnbuckle). KUDA, however, is not yet quite weak enough for Tornado to pull the move off; he struggles free, and as Tornado comes after him, KUDA grabs him and sends his powerfully into the opposite turnbuckle. The crowd goes wild as KUDA executes the “Swoosh” (a triangle enziguri) and makes the cover, 1…2…- Tornado’s arm is up, and for the first time KUDA starts to look worn down and in need of some fresh inspiration…
With a shake of his head, KUDA tries a second pin on Tornado, but again gets just a 2 count for his efforts. Tornado rolls out from beneath his foe, and though the booing of the fans is getting on his nerves, he knows he has to stay focused… he and KUDA have both managed to break down one another’s walls of hype, and now they are both exposed, with only their own skill and strength to call upon. Tornado makes a break for the ropes, and though any kind of full springboard move is difficult and dangerous with the cage walls in place, he uses the second rope to launch himself into the Cyclone Driver (sunset flip piledriver). Without the height it lacks its full power, and KUDA just manages to raise his shoulder before the three; Sweat is pouring from Tornado and mingling with the bloody streaks left by a myriad of small wounds. KUDA gets back up, and sensing weakness in his opponent, is ready to put the final nail in the coffin; he rushes forward and goes straight for the Yakuza Knee, but Tornado ducks it. Spinning on his toes, KUDA hits Tornado with a poison mist that makes the crowd pop enormously; the Yakuza Knee ought now to be a formality, but though blinded, Tornado refuses to be beaten and as KUDA charges at him once again, Tornado takes a desperate gamble and leaps into a dropkick, praying to make contact with any part of his foe. Incredibly, he dropkicks KUDA directly in his upraised knee a split second before the move connects, and KUDA crashes to the mat, holding his knee in pain. Both men are down, and as a pale-looking referee comes to check on them both, the fans have no idea if this match will even reach a proper conclusion.
Slowly, both men start to stir; Tornado flops over and puts an arm over KUDA. The referee counts, and the fans think that this one is over… but KUDA kicks, albeit with far less fire than the crowd is used to. Tornado gets up, wipes the sweat from his eyes, and looks at the top of the cage; the fans are stunned, and as Tornado heads to the wall and starts to climb, they become louder and louder. KUDA gets up and sees Tornado climbing; he pulls himself up and goes after him, managing to get a hold of one of Tornado’s ankles, and with both men hanging on the wall the cage vibrates heavily as KUDA tries to pull Tornado down. But all the vibration has an unexpected effect; KUDA is in fact clinging to the to half of the cage door, and suddenly it swings open, ripping KUDA away from his foe. At once, KUDA sees his chance; ignoring the barbed wire, he jumps to the solid part of the wall and starts to climb up, aiming to beat Tornado to the top of the cage. Tornado responds and climbs too, and the noise is overwhelming as the two men reach the top at about the same moment. They balance there, and the crowd knows now that this is it – if either man is in any condition to pin after the inevitable rapid descent, he will certainly take the win. With the noise buffeting them from all sides, KUDA and Tornado exchange kicks, and the crowd roars as Tornado scores a critical hit, and KUDA wavers. Tornado wants KUDA to fall so that he can execute his Whirlwind (corkscrew 360 splash), and with a grim smile he swings out a kick for the concluding blow… KUDA is struck, and the crowd screams as he falls…
Tornado raises his arms, and closes his eyes for a second, absorbing the sound of his imminent victory. He turns to face the fans, and looks out over them as they boo him to hell… but something is wrong, for they are not booing, but cheering…
KUDA has pulled himself back up from grabbing the edge of the cage as he fell, and with Tornado facing away from him, he sees in a moment of clarity that only by combining the two sides of his nature can he hope to overcome all those who challenge him. It is a most fitting moment as KUDA performs his Yin-Yang suplex from the top of the cage, back into the ring; the crowd goes bonkers, and after a few moments, KUDA summons the energy to drag himself into a cover. The referee counts, 1….2….3, and the fans all rise as one to applaud the stupendous match.
Philip: Here is your winner…. the Great KUDA!
Considering that both these men have to face the FH rumble later in the evening, it’s even more surprising just how much they’ve both put into this match. But for KUDA at least, it was well worth it; he stands up slowly, and raises his arms in a simple but vivid celebration. He does not look back at Tornado as he leaves the ring, the cage rising back up to the ceiling as he does so.
For Tornado, the defeat is bitter indeed, and he refuses the referee’s attempts to help him up. But he may get a chance for revenge this very night, and the fans can tell that KUDA had better watch him back if the pair should end up in the ring together…
The crew come to check things over and prepare for the next match, as the show goes to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:55:55 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #10 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
October 7th, 2005 The Satoshi Household Right after Yoko and Sarin defeated Rika Megumi
Sarin and Yoko have rushed home, eager to avoid police involvement after their incident. Yoko’s parents have already left for work, but Yuki is still getting ready for school. Sarin and Yoko enter the house quietly.
Sarin: That was like something out of a comic book. Turkey as a weapon? A fight in a crowded place? Saving the day? What a rush. Are you sure all you did to her was hit her with the Flying Guillotine?
Yoko: Yes. It’s not my fault that it broke her. Did you see that “I AM RIKA!” stuff? That can’t be my fault, that’s being crazy.
Sarin: Yoko. Turkey. She used turkeys. You hit her with a strong finisher, and now she can’t match clothes, can’t think straight, and throws turkeys. That’s definitely your fault. Who knows what that mallet hit back there did to her, too.
Yoko: Sarin, let’s fight crime.
Sarin: Fight crime? Are you insane?
Yoko: We beat Rika pretty easily, how hard could criminals be?
Sarin: Rika is mentally unstable and can’t fight. Criminals are cunning and have guns. We could get killed!
Yoko: Rika had a gun.
Sarin: That so doesn’t count, it wasn’t a real one. I admit, it was fun. But we can’t seriously consider this. I also think it’s best if we don’t mention this to Yuki.
Yoko: I don’t think Yuki could handle it either.
They enter the living room, where Yuki is eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV.
Yoko: Yuki! Aren’t you going to be late for school?
Yuki: I’m already ready! I’m just watching the news, it’s crazy.
Yoko: What’s going on?
Yuki: They’re freaking out at the mall. Some girl started throwing turkeys at people, and some people bludgeoned her with a hammer or something. The witnesses are all crazy old people, I don’t know the full story. Some of them even claimed they were super heroes.
Sarin: Oh my, a hammer?!
Yoko slowly hides her croquet mallet behind her back.
Yoko: Did they catch them?
Yuki: No, they got away.
Sarin: But they got the turkey fiend, right?
Yuki: Nope, she was nowhere to be found either!
Yoko: They must not have hit her hard enough.
Sarin: Well this certainly explains the police cars we saw during our walk. If we weren’t already nearly back home, we’d have investigated.
Yoko: Yuki, you’re going to be late for school. The news won’t vanish by the time you get back, so hurry on to school!
Yuki: Blah, fine. See you two later.
She sits her half empty bowl of cereal on the table and grabs her backpack, and races out the door.
Yoko: You hear that? We’re super heroes.
Sarin: To a bunch of old timers, maybe. No one’s going to remember this by tomorrow. I think I’m going to take a nice relaxing bath now.
Yoko: Sounds like a great idea, I’ll join you.
Sarin: Wouldn’t be a relaxing bath without you, now would it?
Sarin heads upstairs to the bathroom with Yoko close behind.
To Be Continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:57:12 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Entertainment Title Match Predator vs. Rawt (Credit: BK) The first of three back-to-back title matches is about to begin, and the crowd cheers as they see Philip returning to the ring.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship... The crowd continues to stir in their seats, anxious for the next event.Philip: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 225 pounds from Winnepeg, Manitoba, representing the Corporate Alliance, The Predator! "I'm Too Sexy" blares through the speakers and the crowd wastes no time booing the Corporate Alliance representee. Predator walks through the crowd with the cocky smug look that can be seen regularly on his face in front of the fans. He struts down to the ring and rolls in before hopping up to the middle turnbuckle. He slaps his chest multiple times before pointing to the fans with his two fingers, ala Christian, acknowledging each and every Predhead in the crowd. Predator sson hops down now he waits for his opponent to come to the ring.Philip: And this opponent, weighing in at 300 pounds from Berlin, Germany, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion, Rawt! "Another one bites the Dust" by Queen hits the speakers in the Coliseo de Puerto Rico and the fans burst to their feet for the fan favorite Rawt. Rawt steps onto the stage with the Entertainment Title firmly strapped around his waist. He walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans, before stepping into the ring. As he enters, he too climbs up to the middle rope and acknowledges his fans (which are in much higher numbers than Predheads). Rawt steps down and before he gets the chance to turn around Predator gets in the pre-emptive strike and the bell rings for the match to begin.Predator continues to pound away at Rawt with forearms which eventually bring the big man down in the corner. Predator quickly switches up his type of offense and now starts violently stomping a mudhole into the Entertainment Champion. Predator strips the Entertainment Championship from around Rawt's waist and now walks to the other side of the ring, holding it up in the air as a trophy. Predator: THIS IS MINE! The crowd isn't too happy with Predator's tactics of attacking his opponent before the match and now the referee grabs the belt and disposes of it ringside. Predator turns around and meets a recovered Rawt who charges at him like a freight train and knocks his head off with a clothesline. The crowd bursts out of their seats cheering for the Entertainment Champion as he has taken full control of the match with that very decisive clothesline. Predator is knocked for a loop at the moment and Rawt decides to capitalize on his state of being. He picks up the former two time Entertainment Champion and whips him into the ropes. Predator rebounds off the ropes and now the 300 pounds Rawt tosses Predator up in the air. The theory of "What goes up, must come down" comes into play here as Predator soars a great height over the ring and now comes crashing back down on the mat. Predator grabs his chest in pain upon impact and now decides to switch his strategy as he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Predator continues to clutch his chest as he walks on the outside while inside the squared circle itself Rawt decides he doesn't want to take any chances winning by count out. Rawt steps over the top rope to the outside also and grabs Predator by his hair. He now whips the former Tag Team Champion into the ring barricade but Predator smartly stops himself from colliding with the unforgiven steel. He quickly reacts by turning around and he sees Rawt running at him again. Predator dropkicks his foe in the knee and now Rawt goes head first into the ring barricade. Rawt rises up, holding his nose in pain and now Predator decides to push him head first into the ring post. Rawt drops down like a sack of bricks and Predator rolls back into the ring. Of course Predator wouldn't want to win the match by countout but he knows that it's gonna take more than what he just did to take out Rawt, so it's better to try to recover. By the count of 8 Rawt is back in the ring and now Predator stomps away at him and pummels him with right hands. The two-hundred and twenty five pounder now has to think of a decisive offense against this huge man as he whips him into the ropes. Rawt rebounds off the ropes and Predatr lands a picture perfect Dropkcik to the chest of Rawt. Rawt drops down and Predator hooks his leg for the cover but Rawt kicks out shortly after two. Predator tells the referree it's a three count but Ref Reynolds assures it's only a two count. Frustrated, Predator continues his punching-kicking offense and now sets up Rawt in the corner. He whips Rawt across the ring into the oppostie corner and now he charges at him but drops down to the ground in the process of running. He clutches onto his thigh and now begins to roll around on the mat in dire pain. Rawt is perplexed at this and now Reynolds rushes towards Predator to check on him. Predator: ARRGGH MY QUAD!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:59:03 GMT -5
Predator holds his ACL in pain and the referee signals for more assistance to run down to the ring. Slowly but surely officials and other referees begin to run down to the ring and now check on the status of the former Entertainment Champion. Rawt tries to approach the scene but is told to get away and he obliges. All the officials attention are on the former two time Entertainment Champion and Rawt decides to pick up his Entertainment Championship and go. Rawt walks backwards up the ramp, still looking into the ring and now appearing on the stage is Light-Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng. Jake low blows Rawt unsuspectingly and now kicks him back down the ramp, still no one from the ring sees this as Predator has grabbed all their attention. Jake picks up the fallen Entertainment Championship and stalks Rawt from behind as he gets up ringside. Rawt slowly rises to a vertical base and Jake blasts him over the head with the Entertainment Title before tossing him back in the ring. Jake hops over the apron, disappearing in the crowd to much heat. Back in the ring, Predator kips up to a vertical base to a lot and I mean A LOT of boos from the Puerto Rican crowd.
Predator: It's a miracle! I can walk!
Predator skips merrily towards the fallen Rawt and now covers him in a nonchalant fashion. Referee Joey Reynolds doesn't know what to think now and Predator orders him over to make the count and he does in fear of being physically abused at some point.
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR-
Rawt gets his shoulder up from the mat to much delight from the crowd. Predator is shocked and even starts pulling his own hair out. Rawt slowly stirs in the ring and now Predator grabs the referee by his collar.and calls him out on that count but it appears Reynolds now gets a little verbal. Predator shoves Reynolds and Reynolds responds by shoving him back, knocking him flat on his ass. The laughter of the crowd only enrages Predator and now he backs Reynolds into a corner. Rawt, who is now recovered, races toward Predator and splashes him in the corner but he crushes Reynolds in the process, knocking him out. Predator grabs onto his ribs and turns around to a huge spear by the Entertainment Champion Rawt. Predator is almost knocked out of his boots from the spear and Rawt makes the cover.
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE
And the crowd keeps going on counting but he realizes he knocked the referee out. Rawt rises up from the pin and attempts to wake up the referee but it is no use. On the otherside of the ring Predator pulls something out of his tights, a pair of brass knucks. He places them on his hand and now Rawt appraoches him before picking him up. Rawt sets him up for the "Bomb Drop" and the crowd now wills Rawt not to hit it. Rawt lifts Predator onto his shoulders and WHAM! Rawt falls down on the mat like a tree. Predator disposes of the knucks and now he locks in the Predator Crossface to much dismay from the crowd. Predator wrenches back on Rawt's now bleeding nose and now the referee slowly crawls over to the scene. Rawt looks as if he is about to tap to the unbearable pain but the crowd now starts to will him on with chants of "Rawt! Rawt! Rawt!". Rawt crawls towards the ropes and attempts to grab onto it but Predator pushes the ropes further away with his leg, unseen to Reynolds due to his position. Heavy boos pour in again and Rawt now starts to shake. Slowly Rawt climbs to his feet, with the move sort of still in and he crushes Predator in the corner. Predator holds the back of his neck and now walks groggily out of the corner simultaneously as Rawt is coming off the ropes and crushing him with a second "Rawt Shot". Rawt hooks the leg and slowly the referee coutns one.........two...........three.
Phliip: And the winner of this match, and STILL Entertainment Champion, Rawt!
"Another one bites the dust" sounds and what such a fitting name for Rawt's title defense tonight. Slowly the champion rises up, still holding his bloody nose and he walks out of the ring. He picks up the Entertainment Championship dropped by Jake Cheng earlier and drapes it over his shoulder. The crowd continues to cheer Rawt as he walks up the ramp and towards the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 14:59:52 GMT -5
Segment: Journal (Credit: BK)
Friday April 28th 2006.....the night before Fallen Heroes
The camera fades into the night sky with a full moon illuminating the sky. Slowly the camera pans down towards the reflection of the moon in the water and now the reflection begins to ripple. The SS Minow Johnson approaches the area and now a camera angle is caught from a window on the ship. Inside the area we see BK London, sitting at a desk with a lamp on beside him, writing.
Dear Journal,
Tomorrow's the big day I guess, tomorrow I finally get my first one on one shot for the ACW World Title in over a year. Can you believe that this whole thing was a year in the making? I mean just last year I was on top of the world, there was nothing that could stop me, until I met Yoko Satoshi one on one. From there my world turned upside down, and I knew that the end of my title reign was inevitable - but I could never tell her or the fans that. After that match, more specifically after I lost the title, I felt like an hourglass filled with all my hardwork and dedication had just flipped back over and I had to start over again. Throughout the entire summer and fall I had a great run with the ACW International Championship.
A momentous one which I stood idly by and watched the ACW championship, the championship paraded around by Yoko Satoshi, RDK, and Hunter but instead of rushing into this situation...I decided to stay out for a while. I did my own thing while they did there's but I knew eventually that the ACW Championship wouldn't be able to elude me for much longer. The hourglass portraying my hardwork had been slowly filling and filling through the course of the year and at the beginning of 2006 I knew that it was time for me to get back in the hunt.
I faced some awesome competitors on this road towards the ACW Championship, Senator, Hitman, Kudo, Jonny Spade, RDK, and etc. But during that course of time I had to team with Latino, I felt like my hourglass had been knocked over. This was a real delay in my plans, and I got so caught up in the whole Latino/Torak affair that I forgot my main focus, but I remembered it when the time of Genocide came around. Ah yes, Genocide, just one year ago Yoko Satoshi had vanquished me for the ACW Championship and now I was getting ready to start back my journey as ACW Champion year later. But it would prove to be a hard task with facing 7 other superstars, luckily I persevered and reached the final two after Hunter walked out on the belt. And it was against AK..
The race was on, would the sand in the hourglass finally finish? Sadly not. Once again at the Genocide PPV I was beaten for the title - by a woman of all people. But this was no ordinary woman, she possessed the skills of a warrior and a mind of a sage - a very deadly combination. I knew that I had to throw her off her mindset to win this match, so I devised a plan, an awesome plan at that and it worked. I couldn't believe it. While I share little regrets about it after seeing what happened on Warfare, I can't help but stop thinking that if this is what I need to do to win, then I must do it.
Twenty more hours until the PPV and now each grain of sand is slowly dropping one by one, noting that the time is approaching. If I don't win this match then...then...all that hardwork for the past year + has been for nothing and not only will I have failed myself but I will have to flip that hourglass and start all over again. Losing....losing is not an option for me. I must win, I must.
Sincerely, Jame London
BK shuts the book and now looks off through the window staring at the sun. A let's out a huge sigh and turns off the lamp.
End.
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