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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:00:49 GMT -5
Segment: Shit. (Credit: Nina)
Nina: I’m fine! Get off of me!
Nina is sitting in a chair, various medical staff surrounding her. Just then, Ginger bursts into the locker room.
Ginger: What in the hell!?
Nina: I fell down some stairs. I’m fine!
Doctor: She can’t perform tonight in the rumble, Ginger.
Nina: Yes I can!
Ginger: Nina, you need your rest. I’ll just have to find a replacement.
Nina: But, Ginger-
Ginger: No, Nina. You are not wrestling.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:01:31 GMT -5
Segment: Down to the wire (Credit: Latino & AK)
The ACW medical crew is always busy, but tonight is particularly hectic; in the small room set aside for private treatment, Alicia and Latino are waiting for the fed’s chief medical officer to arrive. Alicia is already in her ring wear (albeit without the cosmetic coat and other flourishes), and this causes the medical chief to tut a little as he finally enters the room and closes the door, sitting down at his small desk.
Medic: I see that you’ve decided to go ahead and compete in this match. I have to be sure that you understand the risks involved, Mrs. Laureano, and ask you to reconsider.
Alicia nods, although there is some trepidation in her expression. Latino holds her hand.
AK: I believe that I do. At the moment I feel quite comfortable, I don’t have any aches or pains-
Medic:-no, but the treatment that the hospital and the ACW staff have given you over the last few days has only allowed you to recover your short-term energy stores. As soon as you get more than 10 minutes or so into a wrestling match, your body is going to start calling on reserves that your frankly foolish actions in the last few weeks have wiped out.
Alicia looks at the floor; she’s well aware that she’s responsible for the problems that she’s now facing, but it still hurts to be confronted with that fact.
Medic: There’s every possibility that you could black out for a few seconds or longer when put under pressure, just as you did on Monday… so far all the tests we did to ascertain if there was any underlying cause to that have come back as inconclusive. It could be a symptom of something more serious that recent events have brought to light.
AK: But as of this moment, you simply don’t know… is that a fair summary?
The chief medic nods, and Alicia sits back in her chair. She has the ACW title on her lap, and she touches the cool metal and warm leather, a difficult decision before her.
AK:……….Thankyou for being completely honest, sir. I think I’d like to talk to my husband about this, can we have five minutes?
Medic: Of course. I’ll just be outside in the main medical bay, when you’re ready come and tell me your decision and we’ll go from there.
The chief medic gets up, and excuses himself. The little room is very quiet for several seconds, as neither Alicia nor Victor know how to broach the things that are troubling them. Alicia looks at the belt again.
AK: I worked so hard, for so long, to earn the right to wear this…
She bites her lip, trying to control the emotion in her voice.
AK:…but it’s just metal and cowhide really, isn’t it? Can I really go out there without total confidence in my abilities, just for the sake of a wrestling belt? Oh, Victor, I just don’t know what to do… all of this is my own stupid fault.
Her shoulders sag, and she looks at the floor again, until Latino gently puts an arm around her shoulder and turns her to look at him.
Latino: Mami….don’t you even talk like that. You know just as much as I know that is not the woman I love speaking. None of this is your fault. If anything it’s este pendejo London.
He pauses, thinking carefully about what he wants to say next.
Latino: Whatever you decide to do tonight, I couldn’t be more proud of you. Why wouldn’t I? You’re my little chulita and nothing London or anyone else can do will ever change that. I want you to be safe, but more than that… I want you to leave here happy, whether it’s with or without that belt. I know for sure that if you don’t go out and you don’t go face him you will regret it mami. You’ll regret it because you never back down from any fight and this one is no different. Tambien?
Alicia looks into Victor’s eyes, and he looks into hers; for several moments nothing is said. As she gazes, Alicia can see the unspoken fears in her husband’s eyes, and she knows that his deepest instinct would be to take her hand and run far, far away from the troubles and trials that beset them. But because he truly loves her, Victor is prepared to accept Alicia just as she is, and let her take the path that will lead her to the resolution that he understands she must have, whatever the pitfalls along the way.
There is such strength of feeling in Alicia’s heart and mind at that moment that she almost feels as if she will burst with it, and she throws her arms around him, holding on until it seems there is nothing in the entire world but them. Victor holds her too, and the collision of a pure, joyful present with an uncertain, fearful future fills their minds, each emotion made whole and real by the presence of its polar opposite…
After what might have been an eternity, or just a minute or two, they part, and look at one another again. They both now know what it is they must do, and what they are really striving for in the matches that they are about to undertake.
Latino: I believe in you, chulita… you’ll find a way through this.
AK: And I believe in you too, my darling. This is your night to shine.
They do not need to say anything more; Latino stands up, and opens the door for Alicia as she walks through it, to finish her preparations and then rise to meet whatever awaits her… win or lose.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:03:46 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Title Match Macho Man RDK vs. Santiago Rivera (Credit: Dan White/Rena) The cameras face the ramp in different angles as the next match is about to commence. ‘Click click boom’ by Saliva slams into the arena as the lights begin to flicker. Smoke pours from the stage, hiding the dark figure shrouded in the mist. In minutes, Santiago Rivera pushes through the smoke with an over-confident grin across his face as he grips the title belt close to his midsection. Various un-welcoming chants arise from the crowd as Santiago makes his way down the ramp, attempting to ignore his less-than excited entrance.Phillip: This will be a one-fall match for the International Championship! Entering first is the champion from Syracuse, New York… Santiago Rivera! Santiago pushes himself through the ropes and hops up and down like a boxer ready to fight. He stretches his neck quickly by straining his head side to side until he is satisfied. His music slowly blows away with the wind as “Macho Man” by The Village People pop into the arena. Immediately, the crowd stands on their feet to scream and cheer for their Macho Man. RDK struts onto the stage, raising an arm in acknowledgment to his fans. He claps to the beat of the music for a second until he begins to hop down the ramp in face fashion. Phillip: And the challenger, from Yellowknife, NT…’Macho Man’ Randy Dallas Kanyon! As he makes his way down, he kisses a random female in the first row, only to find her blushing beyond compare. He hops through the ropes and raises points out to the crowd, spinning around so that he can point form every angle, randomly shouting out and “OoOoH YeAh!” to much the crowd’s pleasure. His music, like Santi’s, is blown away to leave the two competitors alone. They circle around the ring, their eyes locked on each other as Phillip leaves the ringside.Bell Rings. There is a clear amount of emotion and tension in the air as they continue to circle the ring, eyeing each other like a hawk. With so much having gone on between these two in recent months, this match will perhaps be the final encounter between the two. Santiago takes the first move, throwing several punches into RDK’s face, and forcing him into the corner. He continues the assault, but RDK blocks two simultaneous punches and then throws Santiago into the corner. He begins throwing his Macho Overhand Punches, before allowing Santiago to stagger out of the corner. RDK grabs him around the belly, and hits a belly to belly side suplex. RDK takes a step back and allows Santiago to jump up. Santiago charges towards the Macho Man and former International Champion, but RDK grabs Santiago around the waist and tries to hit a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, however Santiago reverses it into a hurricarana. The fans start to jeer immediately as Santiago waits for RDK to get to his feet. RDK is a little surprised at Santiago’s actions, but doesn’t let it get to his head as he picks himself up, unaware of Santiago lurking in the background. RDK climbs to his feet with assistance of the ropes and stumbles around, where Santiago leaps forward and plants RDK with a huge running Enziguri. RDK flies back to the grounds, but in a positive manner is still awake, and rests onto one arm as he slowly picks himself up. He’s a little shaken by Santiago’s short good spell, but is determined to put an end to that. RDK manages to pick himself up, but before he can apprehend where his opponent is, Santiago leaps forward with a forearm, clubbing RDK in the head. RDK falls to one knee, and Santiago holds RDK’s head and delivers a second forearm, and follows that up with a third. He tries a fourth, but RDK suddenly leaps forward, hooking his arm around Santiago’s neck and hits the Rock Bottom! The fans go completely bonkers as RDK rolls off Santiago, still a little too tired to make a cover. The referee begins to make a count, but RDK rolls to the ropes, reaching up and grabbing one with his hand. A camera pans close up and you can see the intensity in the Macho Man’s eye as he pulls himself up to his feet. He stumbles over across the ring, but manages to stay up on his feet. He feels himself that he won’t be able to defeat Santiago as it is, and so lifts Santiago up instead. He hooks an arm and lifts him up into the air in a stalling vertical suplex. However Santiago manages to put his weight down, and swings RDK into a DDT as they land. The fans wail for the larger part as Santiago has a sick grin on his face. He begins to stomp RDK in the face several times, before he gets a little tired. He then grabs RDK by the leg, and locks him into a Mexican Surfboard Stretch. RDK starts to feel the pain in his lower back, but tries to fight back the howling as Santiago tries to increase pressure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:05:23 GMT -5
Macho Man tries to reach out and grab the ropes, but Santiago makes the angle even tighter, and RDK eventually lets out a howl. He’s almost prepared to tap, but the temptation of winning the International Title is too much to give up. He manages to release a hand, and starts punching at where he’s guessing is Santiago’s face. Some punches hit, but with the move becoming more painful every second, it’s clear that some punches will miss, and therefore hurts his hand. But RDK gets a lucky punch, striking Santiago right in the jaw. Santiago immediately releases the hold, and RDK rolls out of the way and out of the ring to recover. RDK takes his time to catch his breath, as Santiago feels his nose, positive that it has been broken. But it’s not, and there’s not even blood, as RDK rolls back into the ring. RDK runs at Santiago but the champion whips him at the ropes. He tries a dropkick but RDK stays at the ropes and Santiago falls to the floor. He quickly gets up, running at RDK but RDK hits a three-quarter Neckbreaker. RDK kips up to his feet, and the fans cheer again. He picks Santiago up, grabbing him from behind and hitting a Backdrop Suplex. He then smirks, pointing at the ropes and the fans cheer he jumps at the ropes, flipping over in a Lionsault but Santiago manages to lift his knees up at the last moment. RDK hits the knees and the momentum forces him up to his feet. Santiago quickly rolls backwards, landing on his feet, and takes RDK down with the Ten Gallon Kick.
Santiago takes a deep breath, and falls to the floor hooking the leg for what is unbelievably the first cover of the match: 1……2……But RDK kicks out. Santiago glares at the referee as he lifts RDK up to his feet. He clubs RDK a couple of times in the gut, before trying an Irish whip but RDK reverses it. RDK runs also, and clubs Santiago across the chest with a running lariat. Santiago jumps to his feet but RDK take him back down with a shoulder block. Santiago takes longer to recover, but manages to do so. Unfortunately, he only gets to see RDK charging off the ropes, and he plants Santiago with a Lou Thesz Press and Knuckle. The fans got nuts as each one of RDK’s punches crack into Santiago’s head. RDK jumps off, poses in front of the fans which deafens the arena. He turns around, and Santiago is just getting off the floor. RDK lifts him up, throws him at the ropes and hits a Back Body Drop. Santiago hits the canvas and the arena surely thinks that the match is nearly over. RDK gets ready to strike again, and Santiago gets to his feet, only to be lifted into the Macho Slam. But he kicks RDK in the gut on his way down, planting a knee strike. RDK flies up into a standing position, but his head is still stuck in a place three seconds ago. This allows Santiago to hit the Iron Arm Clothesline, and the fans jeer as they notice the match again swinging Santiago’s way.
Santiago grabs RDK by the feet, and begins to lock in the Longhorn (Muta Lock). However as he stretches over to grab RDK’s head, RDK uses his leg strength to roll Santiago into a pinfall, but immediately jumps up, and locks in the Texas Cloverleaf! RDK screams out as he manages to lock the move in, as Santiago screams, with a camera catching the emotion of both men. Santiago tries to squirm over to the ropes, but RDK pulls him back into the center and forces Santiago to try and withstand more pain in his lower back. Santiago holds his hand out, and looks like he’s ready to tap out. However before he slams his hand to the ground, he tries one last effort to get to the ropes. He slowly inches towards them, slowly making his way over with the possibility of still being International champion driving him on. He’s about a foot away from the ropes, but RDK tries to pull him away again. Santiago has a lot to lose, and throws himself forwards, and to his joy and RDK’s (and thousands of Puerto Ricans) displeasure, Santiago grabs the ropes. RDK tries to pull him away, but Santiago’s clutching on with a death grip and the referee forces RDK to release the hold. Santiago breathes a sigh of relief, but still appears to be hurt quite a lot from the move. RDK appears to be discussing something with the referee, about the move but the referee ignores all of RDK’s pleas.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:05:53 GMT -5
RDK turns around and grabs Santiago by the foot. He drags the Mexican into the middle of the ring, but Santiago then kicks RDK in the knee, forcing RDK down to that knee. Santiago quickly leaps up to his feet, grabbing RDK around the back and hitting a spinning back suplex (aka the Killswitch). Santiago climbs off RDK’s body, as the Canadian slowly rises to his feet. Santiago jumps off the ropes and tries to hit a Springboard spinning heel kick, but RDK manages to duck it. Santiago turns around, but RDK kicks him in the gut and hits his trademark move, the Swinging Neckbreaker. The fans cheer as RDK hits the move, and drapes an arm over Santiago’s body:
1…
2…
But Santiago manages to kick out, much to the dismay of the crowd. RDK slowly climbs to his feet, staring at the referee. He turns around swiftly however, and starts to stomp Santiago. RDK looks like he genuinely hates Santiago, as he lies into him with several stomps in the chest and face. In fact the referee is forced to step in as RDK looks to take it too far, as Santiago begins to bleed right below the eye. The fans jeer as RDK is forced off Santiago, but the champion bravely creeps over to the ropes, where the referee decides to allow the match to continue. Santiago gets up to his feet, but RDK throws him into the corner, and begins to punch him as the crowd goes nuts. However Santiago ducks a punch and throws RDK into the corner, and starts punching and elbowing RDK to the jeers of the fans. RDK then dodges an elbow, throwing Santiago into the corner and the fans go nuts as all hell breaks loose. Santiago though ducks another punch, but this time boots RDK in the gut, and the fans boo even louder as he breaks the momentum. He then grabs RDK by the head and delivers the San Antonio Slice (Leg Sweep STO). Santiago beats his chest with his fist, and signals for the end of the match. He lifts RDK up, delivering the Texas Tea, his secondary finisher. He makes a cover:
1…
2…
But the Macho Man kicks out before three! Santiago doesn’t quite know what to think about this, apart from that RDK just took the hate up a notch. Santiago slowly gets off RDK, and then, like earlier on only positions switched, Santiago starts stomping RDK down. He stomps mainly in the face area, trying to bust RDK open but the stomps abruptly end. The camera lowers and we see RDK smiling, holding Santiago’s boot. RDK then flips Santiago to the floor, and locks in the Corporate Ankle Lock! Santiago begins to wail in pain rather quickly as RDK is in a position with a knee on the ground and an outstretched leg. He tries to lock in the heel hook, but Santiago’s struggle doesn’t allow him to do so. He instead is forced to resolve to applying more pressure to the hold, which is still very affective in itself. But Santiago’s struggle towards the ropes appears to be succeeding, and he manages to grab them with both hands. RDK tries to pull him away, but Santiago turns around and boots him in the stomach. As RDK is turned away, Santiago gets to his feet. RDK turns back around and Santiago leaps forward with high velocity, hitting the Big East Spear and knocking 7 bells out of RDK! The move that always haunts RDK strikes again, as Santiago makes the cover:
1…
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THR-AND BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! THE MACHO MAN KICKS OUT! AWL HELL’S GOONA BREAK LOOSE!
Santiago is clearly pissed off at this point, and leaves the ring. He returns bearing a steal chair which he steals off the time keeper, but as he enters the ring, the referee is quick to take the chair off him. But RDK winks to a camera as it zooms up on him, and with the referee’s back turned, he smacks Santiago right between the legs with his fist! But before you can say ‘timber’, RDK wraps his arm around Santiago’s neck, hitting the Macho Slam! The referee turns around just in time to see the leg of Santiago hooked, and the Macho Man hooking the leg with the entire arena chanting along with the ref:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner…AND NEW International Champion, ‘The Macho Man’ Randy Dallas Kanyon!
The arena is still deafened by the noise that the crowd makes as RDK rolls off Santiago’s body. He climbs to his feet, smirks as he grabs the International Title, and climbs the turnbuckle as the lights slightly fade and ‘Macho Man’ plays in the background. RDK then repeats the deal to the other three corners, enjoying every single moment of the start of his second reign for the International title. He leaves the ring, appearing to mouth something to Santiago as he leaves. He walks up the ramp, but as he reaches the top he stops, turns around, and holds his belt up high for the crowd, before turning around again and leaving. A camera then shows Santiago lying in the ring, holding his crotch as the referee comforts him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:07:17 GMT -5
Segment: "Tonight's the Night for Greatness" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake paces around the back. He clutches his hand and sighs deeply. He knows that before the night is over, he could have possession of a guaranteed main event spot at Omega Effect. Then again, it could be taken from him even more quickly.
Rattlesnake: It's almost time. The Fallen Heroes 30-man Battle Royale of which I am a part of.
It's true that he was a rookie in ACW. But that didn't mean he couldn't win. All he had to do was survive.
Rattlesnake: 29 others all vying for the same thing I want...to win the battle royale. It doesn't matter if a title shot is on the line. What matters is stepping into the ring with all those others and pretty much doing what I've done to others up to this point...kick ass.
Rattlesnake stops pacing and thinks for a second. He knows that this battle royale has a lot on the line. He had even heard that the person who won the match got the title shot and didn't win.
Rattlesnake: But what about last year? I'd heard this Wyvern person won the battle royale and went on to lose the title match that they had received. This begs a couple questions...a) do I really want to win this title shot? If I did, I could fall into the same trend that happened last year and fail miserably in my quest for the ACW World Championship.
That kind of turned Rattlesnake away from considering a victory in the battle royale.
Rattlesnake: Then again...b) if I did manage to win, could I beat the odds and win the ACW World Championship in my first opportunity? That could happen. I'm not saying it will because, well, if I wanted it, I could take it. Hell, I could take any title here that I wanted. It doesn't really matter to me.
That kind of motivation seemed to perk him up a bit. Maybe his chances of winning the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale weren't the best and maybe he wasn't an odds-on favorite to win, but he's been able to persevere in situations like these.
Rattlesnake: All I can do right now is going in and concentrate on winning. That's something that could happen. Everybody would hate to see me win, but that means jackshit to me. As far as I'm concerned, they can go sit on the Snakequalizer and rotate because they won't be able to do anything better. That being said, greatness will stand in the ring and greatness will win. That is to say, if it's really wanted. But let's look at it this way: 30 men all going after an opportunity of a lifetime. This opportunity is something everyone wants. Only a handful of those people get the opportunity and only a fraction of them succeed in their quest.
Rattlesnake sighs. It was a situation he had been in before. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he was one of those handfuls of people and ultimately part of that fraction.
Rattlesnake: I've been down that road before. Ever since I debuted in ACW, I've been thinking of really just one thing...the ACW World Championship. A lot of people may not see me as someone that can obtain it, but I'll do it and I'll turn some heads when I do it. And now, on this final appearance in the ring as only a man of 30...I think I'll turn some heads, surprise a few people, pull off an upset that no one would see coming and maybe then, I'll get the respect everyone should be giving me. After all, tonight's the night for greatness and in case anyone forgot, I'm the Vision of Greatness. Everyone that steps into the ring with me will feel just some of that greatness. I'll give them their claim to fame with the Snakebite and I'll give them some greatness on a stick with the Poisonous Venom and maybe I'll be standing in the ring all by myself with the opportunity of a lifetime right in my grasp.
Rattlesnake smirks and walks down the corridor. Maybe he can pull off an upset. He had done it before. Maybe being an underdog gave him the proper motivation to outshine everybody else. Overcoming obstacles is something Rattlesnake is very good at and tonight, he may overcome the biggest obstacle that stands in front of him...the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:08:34 GMT -5
Segment: Kiley's big break (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens up, BK London is sitting in his locker room taping up his wrists. He looks solely focused tonight, but something else seems to be troubling him in his mind. He stops taping his arms and then looks down, and it appears as if something his troubling. BK takes in a deep breath and continues applying his wrist tape until Kiley comes out of the bathroom.
Kiley is attired in her wrestling gear, but for what reason? BK decides to get to the bottom of this.
BK: Kiley, your not accompanying me to the ring tonight. I though we established that.
Kiley: Relax babe, I'm not accompanying you to the ring tonight.
Kiley, wearing a mini-skirt, bends over and quickly the camera angle switches to the dismay of the crowd. She pulls up her knee pads and now as she rises back up, she bumps her head into the upper chest of BK.
BK: The what are you getting ready for?
Kiley: Well...I just came from Ginger's office about.....uh...say 2 hours ago...and he was talking about how he has this free spot in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and no one to give it to.
BK: Mhmmm....what does that have to do with you?
Kiley: BK! I'm entered in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale!
Now right here if BK had water in his mouth, he would surely spit it all over the floor in shock. But since he doesn't he is in complete awe. He stares at Kiley with widened eyes and his jaw nearly drops down to the ground.
BK: WHA-WHA-WHA-WHAT?!
Kiley: What? What's the problem?
BK: You - you can't enter the Battle Royale. Your a girl? More importantly your my wife.
Kiley: Awww, I appreciate that but it's too late, the list has been finalized honey. And look at it this way...if you don't get the job done tonight........I will!
She giggles and skips out the room and BK is still in awe. You can see him thinking of the possibilities of her winning the battle royale. He quickly snaps out of it and sit back down on the chair and continues to wrap his wrists for his match later tonight.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:09:10 GMT -5
Segment: Thoughts. (Credit: Latino)
Latino is in his lockerroom that he of course shares with his lovely wife Atomic Kitsune. She’s not in the room at the moment but he still has his faithful and now very grown dog, Pacino, by his side. Latino rubs his furry head as Pacino’s tongue slobbers left to right. Pacino then jumps on the couch and then lies down against Latino.
Latino: Oh man Pacino. It’s been a long run, eh? Tonight’s the night to show everyone whether I can still go the long one or just not.
Pacino lets out a groan as Latino stops and smiles looking down at him.
Latino: Yea, yea I know chico. I shouldn’t care what they think but honestly how can I not? As much as I try and as much as I think I don’t……I do. Why else would I do all this? I mean yeah it’s important to me. I’ve wanted this ever since GFWWE when I was an inch close to winning and ever since then I’ve been just as close…only centimeters more.
The camera pans around and now it shows that the ACW World Title is directly in front of Latino. It shines in the light and the smell of the leather clearly fills the room. Latino looks at for a few seconds thinking and then continues to have his conversation with Pacino.
Latino: ….And now I’m closer than ever. It’s nearly in my grasp…..but still feels so far away.
Latino gets up and walks slowly towards it. He looks down at it and reaches down feeling the golden metal and then he runs his finger over the leather strap. He holds it in his hands and he feels the leather and gold both now in his hands. He lifts it up and down feeling the weight and then puts it back down.
Latino: So close….yet so far away. Tonight I’ll just be even closer…..
Latino looks back at Pacino as sees that he is already sound asleep on the couch.
Latino: Heh, sleep. I don’t have any time for that.
Latino leaves the shot as he walks in the shower. His shirt is thrown out of the room and the sound of the shower is heard as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:09:58 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge Down By The Fire (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
BK London is seen exiting the Corporate Alliance locker room, as it is about time for the big match. Ginger is seen within as the door is opened
Ginger: Best of luck!
BK doesn’t respond, he knows he’s going to win this. All of his plotting has worked. As he rounds a corner, he sees Sarin Rossi leaning back against a wall. He doesn’t acknowledge her and keeps walking. But as he passes, she sticks her foot out and he trips. He immediately springs back up. No harm was done, but now he’s angry. He turns to face her.
BK: What was that for?!
Sarin: Oops. My foot slipped.
BK: Whatever. You’re lucky I have a match in a moment, or else-
Sarin: Or else what? You’d beat me up? I’d like to see you try.
BK: Maybe I will, I don’t see your little muff diver anywhere around to protect you.
Sarin smirks. BK hears the soft footsteps behind him and turns to see Yoko Satoshi. He’s trapped between the two.
BK: I uh…was just kidding about the muff diver comment.
Yoko: Oh, don’t worry. I’m not offended. I do fit the definition, I suppose.
BK: Well, that’s good then.
Sarin: But, we ARE offended at what you’ve done to poor Alicia. You and Ginger both. That includes using us to get at her.
BK: I had no part in that, I-
He turns to face Sarin, but as he does so, he sees her foot coming at him. It nails him in the face. The single strike wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t also feel Yoko’s foot connecting with the back of his head at the same time. The Rinko Kick shocks his brain and he collapses right there in pain.
Yoko: I told Ginger he’d pay for using us.
Sarin: You sure did.
Yoko reaches down to BK and helps him up, keeping him steady. She then lets go and he balances himself, holding his head to try to keep stable. That’s when he sees the movement.
Another Rinko Kick. He collapses again.
Sarin: That should do it.
Yoko: I agree.
Yoko kneels down at his head.
Yoko: You’re lucky I’m not on my period.
She giggles as he groans and remembers that awful event. She and Sarin exit around the corner as he claws at the wall to pull himself up and get to his match.
As Yoko and Sarin pass the Corporate Alliance locker room, Yoko peeks in.
Ginger: Yoko? What do you want?
Yoko: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to say we’re cool now.
Ginger: What?
She closes the door. She and Sarin continue down the corridor as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:11:17 GMT -5
Match 8: ACW World Title Match BK London vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune The fans are all still chattering in surprise at what’s just happened as they see Philip enter the ring; he has a job to do, regardless of what may be going on elsewhere.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our penultimate match this evening is an intergender singles match, and it is for the ACW World Championship! Now entering the arena, from Brooklyn, New York, he is a member of the Corporate Alliance… BK London! ”Hold Ya Head” hits, and after a short pause BK enters doing exactly that. He looks a little groggy, and extremely pissed off with what’s just transpired; the fans, of course, have zero sympathy, and boo London with extra vigor. BK ignores them and enters the ring, defiantly circling the turnbuckles.
Once things have calmed a little, “Fly” plays, and the crowd jumps up making an equally loud, positive noise in response.Philip: And his opponent, from London, England, she is the defending ACW World Champion…Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune! AK comes out, and walks with her head held high toward the ring, the title belt over her shoulder. She shows no outward sign of being tired or out of condition; how much of this is a carefully constructed façade is open to question. But there is no doubting her resolve.
As she enters the ring, she hands Raymond Allen Fleming the title belt, and also gives him a folded slip of paper, speaking quietly in his ear. RAF looks a little puzzled-
And then Ginger’s Theme hits, sparking all sorts of booing from the fans as the Chairman appears on the stage. BK gives him a slight glare, but does not look surprised to see him.Ginger: Hold up, guys and girls. I won’t keep you long… I just wanted to tell you all that I’ve decided to spice this match up just a tad – by adding a No DQ stipulation! The fans boo as BK smirks; he’s now free to make full use of the CA, and anything else that he and Ginger have planned. RAF scowls at the fact that he wasn’t told about this, and everyone looks to see what Alicia’s reaction is.
She doesn’t look all that bothered. In fact, she smiles, and beckons one of the ringside cameras to zoom in. Its mic picks up what she says as she does this.AK: Raymond… would you mind opening that little note I just gave you, and holding it up to Dave on camera 2? Thankyou. Everyone watches on the Alphatron as RAF unfolds the paper and holds it up. There is a small collective gasp from the fans, and then a cheer.
The paper says, in capital letters, “THE CORPORATE ALLIANCE WILL ATTEMPT TO SWAY THE WORLD TITLE MATCH BY ADDING A NO DQ STIPULATION AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT.”
A flicker of surprise crosses BK’s face, but he quickly regains his composure. AK moves up close behind him as he’s looking at the alphatron, and taps him on the shoulder so that he turns around.AK: I didn’t come here to lose, BK, I came here to repay you for all the shit you’ve put me through in the last month. And if you want to play rough with me, you’d better have the balls for it… And with that, Alicia lets fly with a kick directly to BK’s groin, just as if she were taking a rugby penalty. The crowd roars… and RAF decides that the match is as good as underway, and calls for the bell.Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:12:53 GMT -5
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Here we go!
Max McNally: Yup, I’d say that we’re in for a pretty tough match here, Eddie.
BK’s brain is being flooded with conflicting signals, a mix of acute pain and razor-sharp anger, and for a moment or two this renders him unable to defend himself as AK blasts him with a couple of rib kicks fuelled by her own blazing fury at everything that’s gone on in the lead up to this match. Her emotions are running high and they make her strong; she whips BK to the ropes and aims a low dropkick at his knee as he bounces back, but in her rush to release all her pent-up frustration AK loses her edge with regard to precision, and BK jumps up and over so that AK goes sliding harmlessly along the mat. As strong as his lust for the gold is, BK’s rational side is in control and he moves in behind his opponent, demonstrating his strength with a release German suplex that sends AK flying most of the way across the ring. She lands hard, and winces a little as she nips back on her feet; internally, a conflict rages between the sensible voice that tells her to ease back and concentrate, and the stockpile of rage that has been clawing to get out of her since the episode with BK and the Corporate Alliance began.
McNally: I’ve never seen Atomic so angry in the ring, Eddie.
Edison: Me neither, and that worries me, Max.
BK smirks, and moves in for a head-on attack, using overhand punches mixed in with snide remarks. As long as he can keep on his toes, BK knows that he can exploit AK’s feelings, just as he’s managed to do so effectively in the weeks leading up to the match. Initially he succeeds in his aim, dazing AK with a punch that has RAF scowling even though it’s perfectly legal here, and BK follows this with his backbreaker stretch, a move that puts more pressure on AK’s already strained muscles and has the fans booing loudly. BK just laughs at them, and then adds an impact with a standard backbreaker before making the first pin of the match. 1…- AK kicks out before the 2, and rolls herself out quickly so that BK can’t continue on directly with his attack.
AK backs away from her opponent, adopting a defensive stance; BK stands where he is and laughs derisively, doing all he can to goad his foe into another rash move. Staying calm takes a great deal of effort from AK, and after about 5 seconds or so of circling she makes a break forward and tries to get in close to use one of her high-angled kicks. BK, though, once again keeps his cool and delivers a sharp counter via a hiptoss-to-modified neckbreaker; the fans yell their disapproval, and BK decides to crank this up further by applying his Crown Heights Cloverleaf. AK, however, isn’t about to let BK do this that easily, and rolls herself over backward away from her opponent before lunging forward into a combined shoulder tackle/elbow smash. BK doesn’t see it coming in time and AK finally manages to exert some influence on proceedings, stomping away furiously at BK and releasing some more anger in the process. BK looks just a little less sure of himself for a moment as he flips himself back to his feet. AK lets herself go, and batters BK with a rare barrage of punches that cause the challenger to stagger backward to the ropes; she inwardly knows it’s a risk, but the adrenaline rush feels so good and so cathartic that nothing else matters… But BK is too strong an opponent for anyone to let their guard down against, and he is able to ride out the worst of AK’s attack before abruptly countering in a flash with a huge spinebuster.
Edison: Oooh, I felt that one!
The fans cry out in dismay, and BK exploits the opportunity for all it’s worth, for as AK struggles to get herself back up BK lifts her up with ease and elevates her into a stalling backdrop position, holding this for a good seven or eight seconds to underline his power before completing the Sit-out Wheelbarrow Facebuster. The crowd recoils, and watches in dismay as BK makes the pin, 1…2…- AK throws a shoulder up, but she’s getting into very deep water and has to come up with something at once if she’s not to be defeated in record time.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:14:08 GMT -5
For the next five or six minutes, it’s all about BK; everything AK tries seems to either have little effect or, worse, be countered into one of her opponent’s most powerful moves, so that eventually after a string of three stalling suplexes and a near-three count, even the staunchest of AK’s supporters are starting to become muted and dispirited. Part of AK’s brain is starting to panic, and as she lies on the mat after a particularly brutal Black Tiger Bomb, for a few seconds she can think only of how unfair the situation is. But as she gets back on her feet, the quiet yet strong side to her character comes to her aid in an unusual way by mocking her own self-pity. As corrosive as any hard drug, self-pity is what prevents so many people from achieving all that they might do, and AK herself knows what it’s like to yield to its comforting effects… but she also knows that hiding from your responsibility for your own fate won’t change the reality of the world at large. In that second, AK realizes that much of the anger that is shredding her apart inside is not directed at BK, but at herself….
And when you’re angry at yourself, you have two options. You can beat yourself up, tell yourself you’re a worthless piece of crap and will never succeed… or you can accept your mistakes, forgive yourself for them, and begin anew.
BK, of course, is oblivious to all this, except for the fact that AK seems to be temporarily zoned out and not paying attention to him at all. It’s an opportunity he can’t pass up, and he’s already thinking about the promo he’s going to cut as he holds his title belt up high. He tunes the band, the crowd’s cries drowning out his stomps, and then lunges forward to nail the Shades of Michaels… just as AK ducks down neatly to avoid it. BK ends up passing her, and AK flips herself into her Gamengiri as BK turns around in surprise, knocking him down so that both of them end up sprawled on the mat.
McNally: Where did that come from?!
Edison: Atomic’s coming back into it!
Ak’s not down for long, however; she jumps back up, and seeing BK face down, the next logical step presents itself to her with crystal clarity. The crowd, already cheering, gets much louder as AK grapevines BK’s legs together, gets a hold of his arms, and then delivers a curbstomp that has the fans going crazy. She makes the cover right away, and RAF counts, 1…2…- BK kicks more on instinct than conscious thought, and the match is now right back on track to be the closest of close contests. As BK gets up, he and AK catch one another’s gaze, and it’s as if the slate has been scrubbed clean, and BK is facing a new and different opponent.
No one really expected AK to secure the win at that particular juncture of the match, but it does signal a step change as an extremely angry BK rolls out of the ring and goes straight for the timekeeper’s corner, chasing Philip away from his chair and folding it up. The fans in the front all crane forward for a better view; as BK is getting the chair, AK gauges the distance and then dashes toward the nearest turnbuckle to BK’s position. She jumps up, and performs a modified split-legged moonsault to the outside; BK gets the chair up to defend himself but can’t swing it, and the result is a painful landing for both competitors. Still with the chair in hand, BK has the advantage as he gets up and tries to whack AK across the back; she rolls aside in the nick of time, and feels a moment of dizziness as she rights herself, which lets BK hit her in the chest before she can back away. AK grits her teeth, and pulls herself together mentally; she dives back into the ring and dashes across it while BK is forced to take the longer way around to catch up with her. With only a couple of seconds, AK reaches under the ring, crosses her fingers and pulls out the first thing that her hand alights on-
BK rushes around, intent on delivering a match-turning blow, but skids to a halt when he sees what his opponent is now armed with. The crowd roars once again, and AK gives BK a raised eyebrow before coming at him with the sledgehammer she’s just discovered – it must have been tidied away beneath the ring after Hitman’s match earlier on. There is cheering as BK flees, doing a full circuit of the ring in classic heel style, and the commentary team are as amused as anyone else.
Edison: Hahahaha, London’s not so brave now, is he Max?
McNally: I thought he wanted a No DQ stipulation…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:15:15 GMT -5
Realising that he can’t run indefinitely, BK has to stop and stand his ground, and it sounds for a few seconds like there’s some industrial strength panel beating going on as AK hammers away at BK’s chair, which he uses like a shield. Sensing that this isn’t going to get either of them anywhere, AK delivers a hit hard enough to make BK fall backward, and drops the sledgehammer over the protective barriers where a couple of security guys are standing so that with any luck it can’t be retrieved and used against her. BK hops up and discards his battered weapon; AK comes at him quickly and goes for a spinning wheel kick, but BK sidesteps it and as AK rights herself, he gets her into a headlock and punches her repeatedly in the face. The fans boo loudly, and BK can be seen shouting something, though his words can’t be discerned over the noise, and a couple of seconds later Predator and Kiley come running from the back, to a storm of boos.
McNally: Uh-oh, here comes the corporate cavalry.
Edison: Don’t tell me you’re surprised by that?
McNally: Not in the least, but that still doesn’t mean I have to like it.
The crowd continues to show its disapproval of the situation as Predator helps BK to deliver a double suplex on to the crumpled chair lying on the outside mats. Kiley applauds as AK rolls over, holding her back in pain; the burn in her muscles is starting to get intense, just as the chief medic warned her it would. Looking increasingly confident, BK bundles AK back into the ring, and makes a cover, 1…2- AK kicks, and the crowd cheers as she slaps BK hard across the face before getting back on her feet. With Predator and Kiley stalking around on the outside of the ring, AK can see that she needs to try and stay on the inside, but that’s going to make it harder for her to use the ropes that many of her stronger moves rely on. There’s no denying that BK’s come up with a great strategy, and it will take all of AK’s own mental abilities to survive long in this situation.
There are a few seconds of circling, and then the gap between BK and AK evaporates. They tie up, and BK starts to push AK toward the edge of the ring, but AK toughens her stance, and then summons her anger to try and make it work for her instead of against her. BK isn’t expecting AK to try anything as foolhardy as a power-based move, and neither are the audience – so when with a yell of determination AK manages to lift BK and hit a suplex, everyone is stunned. It’s a costly strategy, however, as AK is down for a good few seconds, and BK takes relatively little damage; as AK gets back up, BK is able to whip her into the ropes, and Kiley pulls them down so that AK tumbles out to the floor, where Predator wastes no time in executing a quick Predigree. BK smiles and encourages his entourage, taking a breather while his lackeys work AK over.
Edison: Look at that… how is anyone supposed to endure that kind of punishment?
McNally: I don’t know, Eddie. Atomic’s made it through some tough situations before, but BK seems to have everything worked out here.
Once he’s taken a short rest, BK tells Predator to put AK back in the ring, and the crowd’s booing is getting incredibly powerful as BK performs a belly-to-belly suplex of his own, and makes the pin. RAF counts it, 1…2…- and AK’s shoulder is up, but she seems to merely be hanging on in the match, with little scope to turn things around. The fans, though, have not given up, and a chant starts that quickly grows to encompass the entire arena. As BK hits AK with a succession of punches, AK covers up to protect herself, and then finds the speed to knee BK in the gut and hit a DDT. It leaves them both down for a few seconds, but AK sees BK and realizes that the impact to his head has had more of an effect than she at first expected. Having not seen the attack on BK directly before the match, AK has not until now picked up on his weakness… but now that she’s aware of it, AK is going to exploit it for all it’s worth.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:17:23 GMT -5
Getting back up, AK checks where Kiley and Predator are, and as BK rises, she grabs his head and runs away from them to the opposite corner, pulling off her Fox Flip. It doesn’t help her occasional dizzy spells, which are still a problem, but neither does it do anything for BK’s condition. AK makes a cover and gets 2; BK decides he needs another break and gets up first, whipping AK to the ropes again. This time, however, when Kiley tries to pull the ropes down, AK goes into a sliding tackle and knocks her clean off of the apron for a big pop.
McNally: Whoa!
Edison: I think Atomic’s reached the end of her patience with all this, Max!
AK is indeed “off on one”; Predator gets a kick to the groin to match the one BK received at the start, and AK proceeds to jump up on the barrier before turning and springing off again into a nasty enziguri as Predator kneels clutching his love spuds. BK, meanwhile, looks as if he’s about to have a fit, and waves his arms furiously, yelling seemingly into thin air…
Santiago and Jake make their entrance at exactly the right time; as Santiago runs down the ramp, Jake emerges from the audience and hits AK from behind with the baseball bat that he’s carrying. BK stomps back and forth at the ropes, issuing commands as a vicious beatdown is carried out by his “troops”.
Edison: This is like some sort of damn lumberjack match!
Taking a glance at the World Title belt on the timekeeper’s table, BK decides that it’s time to finish things off. He shouts to the others to get AK back in the ring, and all the other corporate alliance members enter, forming a circle around AK as she struggles to stand. The fans are livid; no one wants to see the title change hands like this, but BK couldn’t care less. He wants to see the look in his foe’s eyes at the moment she’s finally knocked out, and taking no chances, he has Santiago and Jake, armed with their baseball bats, stand just to either side of her.
McNally: London wants to make absolutely sure of victory, Eddie…
Edison: Yeah, I can’t see how Atomic’s going to get out of this one.
AK finally stands, and sees BK smirking at her. BK laughs, and waits for the end; Santiago and Jake already have their instructions, and BK doesn’t intend to give AK any warning signal of what’s about to happen…
…but here’s a quick science lesson for you. Have you ever tried to sneak a cookie or other treat behind your girlfriend or mom’s back, only for them to somehow know exactly what you were doing? It’s all to do with the fact that men and women have differently configured vision. Men have a narrow line of sight, with the ability to focus sharply on moving objects at a distance, whereas women have a shorter range of sharp vision in a straight line, but a much wider peripheral range.
In making his plan, BK has made a common but fundamental error; he thinks that AK’s vision is the same as his would be, and that she can’t see anything of what’s going on to either side…
Everything happens within the space of about a second or so. As Santiago and Jake nod at one another and start to swing, a fan throws an empty popcorn box at Predator, who is standing close to Jake. Angrily, Predator swings around – and elbows Jake, causing him to swing erroneously high just as AK ducks down. Santiago and Jake both miss their intended target, and instead connect squarely with BK; Santiago clubs him in the chest…
…and it’s fortunate that Jake as a lightweight has a lesser degree of strength in his arms, because he smashes BK right in the forehead. BK collapses, the crowd goes nuts, and the rest of the Corporate Alliance reels in shock.
Edison: DAAAANNNGERROUUSS!!
McNally: Holy moly, was that an accident, or is something else going on here?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 29, 2006 15:18:28 GMT -5
AK sees BK fall and launches herself forward to roll him up; the fans are going mental as RAF counts the cover, 1…2…- and only Kiley’s quick action to break the pin saves her husband from defeat, much to the annoyance of the fans.
All hell breaks loose as Santiago, Jake and Predator all start to point the finger at one another whilst denying any wrongdoing themselves. AK tries to capitalise by hitting a falling star, but BK, fuelled by anger, hits a desperation counter into a piledriver. AK is down, but BK barely notices; his attention is on the bickering crowd in front of him, and as his mounting head trauma starts to bite, he begins to perspire, struggling to decide what to do. Then, he stomps forward, points at the entrance ramp, and yells at the rest of the CA.
BK: That’s IT! All of you, get out of this ring and go to the back! And don’t any of you DARE come back here! I’ll get this done myself!
The fans are stunned by this, as are the rest of the Alliance. But BK’s expression warns them not to argue, and they quickly disperse, leaving BK alone in the ring.
Edison: What on earth is BK doing, Max?
McNally: I think that BK isn’t sure who he can trust now, Eddie. But he’s taking a risk by giving up such a big advantage, especially now he’s not in the best of condition himself…
The crowd can barely contain itself as BK turns back to see that AK has used the ropes to pull herself back up, and is standing unaided. Both of them look badly fatigued, and are now seriously hampered by the effects of the match… but it’s clear that neither is prepared to give up now. The fans are on their feet, chanting and stamping… everything hinges on the next few minutes.
AK and BK move in the same instant and attack one another directly, BK with his fists, AK with her feet. AK mis-times a kick and then finds the world spinning around her for a second or two; BK grabs her and tries to lift her for a vertical suplex, but then his head also refuses to co-operate and AK is able to thrash and force him to drop her. As BK turns he tries to whip AK to the ropes, but AK reverses it into her Spin the Bottle throw, and sends BK into the corner. She charges at him, only for BK to toughen his stance and shoulder block so that she rebounds painfully, and BK follows with his Lungblower while AK is disorientated. He pins, and the crowd holds its breath as RAF counts, 1….2….- AK kicks out just before the 3, and BK thumps the canvas in anger. He has no time to dwell on this, however, as AK gets back up and, seeing the ropes close by, runs at them and hits a quick moonsault from the second rope before BK can get back up. This takes her directly into a cover, 1...2…- BK kicks out too, and the crowd wonders if either of these two can find a way to secure the elusive three…
Getting an edge is precisely what BK is a master of, and with the noise in the arena reaching exceptional levels, he rakes AK across the eyes and rolls himself out of the ring.
McNally: He’s going for the title belt!
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