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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 14:55:45 GMT -5
Segment: Meeting of Rivals... (Credit: BK/RDK)
As the scene opens up again, a shot at the wild crowd can be seen just before the arena plunges in darkness and "Hold Ya Head" by Notorious B.I.G.can be heard throughout the arena. The only thing illuminating the arena is the video package of BK's theme on the Spring into Hell themed alphatron and finally a giant BOOM! is heard when the pyro burst on the stage. The smoke from the pyros engulf the stage and walking through the smoke is BK London, along with his wife Kiley in hand. The two recieve enormous heat as the strut down to the ring, returning the boos and jeers from the crowd with disrespectful gestures and trash talking.
The Bonnie and Clyde duo step into the ring and they are handed a microphone by Philip. Philip exits the ring but strangely he is watched closely by the duo, they return to staring at the crowd who shows them no remorse and bombards them with boos. Kiley and BK do nothing but smirk as they recieve the "less than warm" reaction.
BK: ........and a hello to you too assholes.
This manages to garner even more heat from the crowd while BK simply smirks.
BK: You know, after about - what? Almost a year and half of being fiercely booed, it has come to my attention that over that past year and half you people......well you people have yet to change. You pay for our shows, and sit your lazy asses in those seats and night in and night out, you continue to boo me. And why? Because I'm the.....
Finger gesture to make quotes.
BK: ......"bad guy."
End finger gesturing quote.
BK: I mean what is "the bad guy" anyway? I don't see myself as a bad guy...oh no no no, but I don't see myself as the good guy either. I have surpsassed the need to be considered affiliated with anything "good" or "bad"...I'm simply BK. Being simply BK transcends what any of you believe what "good or bad" is, because I simply do what I want, when I want, to who I want HOWEVER I want. And tonight, oh tonight I start the crusade...
The crowd hushes, wondering to themselves what crusade could he be talking about.
BK: I'm starting the crusade against all of those who have wronged me in the past, of all of those who have embarrassed me, and make me appear to you more shitty than I actually am. Tonight, you would think the crusade starts with Rattlesnake right? And that's a very logical idea, I mean he has defeated me on two seperate occassions by both pinfall and submissions and finally tonight I get my revenge in a Hardcore Match.....but I have other plans of who to start it with. I plan to start from the root of it all, the man who was always there has been something wrong toward me, I'm talking about that man over there....
BK points off camera and quickly the camera pans to a shot of Philip.
BK: Phillip Jones!
Philip is shocked when he hears his name called, he points to himself even make sure BK's talking about him.
BK: Yes you. There isn't any other Phillip Jones in the arena is there? Now get your ass in this ring so I can speak to your face, man to man.
Philip slowly rises from his seat, there is no doubt that this man is scared about entering the ring with such a loose cannon as BK and his devious wife Kiley. He walks up the steps and reluctantly enters the ring before standing by the ropes.
BK: GET UP HERE!
Philip wastes no time obliging to the order of BK and he steps up to his face.
BK: Now....Phillip. For the past month or so, I have lost numerous matches, correct?
Phillip: That is correct.
BK: And you ARE the person who announces the winner of the match correct?
Phillip: That is also correct.
BK: Now, do you have any idea of how that feels to not hear your name called as the winner of the match? Do you have any idea of how degrading that is? Do you?
Phillip: Well it's my job si--
BK: --Answer the question!
Philip: NO!
BK: Exactly, you apparently don't know what it feels like to be embarrassed by thousands in the middle of the ring. In the place where you believe you have perfected your craft and where you have said that you guarantee victory. I think it's time you feel that embarrassment Philip, I think it's time you feel that pain and grief....
BK walks up closer to Phillip and Phillip starts to back up as he walks closer. He eventually walks backwards and Kiley gets down on all fours behind Phillip and without him seeing, he trips over her. Now Philip is crawling backwards on the ground as the duo edges closer to him. BK picks him up by his collar and raises his fist in the air and at that exact moment "Macho Man" by the Village People blast through the speakers.
Randy: YOU'RE NOT POPPIN' BUBBLY TONIGHT BRUDAH!!! OoOoH Yeaaaah!
RDK speeds down the ramp with his International title in hand as BK lets go of Philip. Philip rolls out as RDK slides in and BK pushes Kiley infront of him to take the blow as he rolls out. RDK catches Kiley in the Macho Slam before dropping her down for the maneuver. London walks around the ring and begins to walk backwards up the ramp...
Randy: Brudah brudah brudah, you haven't forgotten about the one and only, there ain't no udah, have you brudah?
London continues to back off as RDK gestures on the mic being used by Philip before he rolled out...
Randy: Speak up ya jabroni! The Macho Man has gone on long enough watching and listening to you're same rants day in and day out! The Macho Man oughta put you in you're place this instant brudah, beating on announcers, throwing you're wife infront of me! You should be ASHAAAAAYYYYMEEED BRUDAH!
Crowd: ASHAAAAAYYYYMEEED
Randy: OoOoH Yeaah! You better believe dat brudah! Cause if the jackass who cried wolf wants to step into the ring with the legendary mach, hes gonna have to bring his game up a notch! I am the ACW International Champion brudahs! This man, this man is a disgrace and represents everything I am against in the ACW! Brudah, either twiddly twiddly you're ass on outta here, or come fight the macho man, ONE MORE TIME, in the middle of this ring! You're behaviour and attitude will be adjusted if not otherwise in the future brudah! When the mach comes a knockin', you'll wish you had ceased with the talkin'! WHAT'S IT GONNA BE BRUDAH?! NOW OR LATER? MAKE A CHOICE, TAKE A CHANCE AND ROLL THE DICE BRUDAH, THE CLOCK IS TICKIN'!
RDK is explosive and seems to really have some beef with London. London hesitates for a moment...and then decides to slowly walk down the ramp. RDK advances towards the ropes and tells London to bring it...and then London cracks a smile when Predator slides in from behind, coming from out of the crowd, and raises a chair above RDK's head. RDK sees this on the alphatron and gives a mule kick to Predator in the gut. Predator bends over in pain before RDK delivers the Jabroni Buster. BK London has now slid in, and he takes it to RDK with some rights and lefts. RDK takes these hits but retaliates with his own, sending the fight all over the ring until RDK ducks one and goes for the Jabroni Buster, only for London to quickly resume control and go for the Revolver, but RDK pushes London off the ropes midway through the twist and then catches him for the Rock Bottom...LONDON REVERSES INTO THE MOCK BOTTOM! ...AND RDK REVERSES INTO THE MACHO SLAYUM!!!! London is layed out in the middle of the ring, and RDK grabs his title from the mat. He then goes to a turnbuckle and raises his championship to the crowd as camera flashes continue to go out. The rest of the CA run out to go after RDK though, which means he has to high tail it out of there. Dan is intent on catching RDK, but he decides he can wait until his match with him later tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:07:57 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Tag Titles - TLC Match Kings of Satire vs. Flower Power (Credit: Hunter/Yoko) The lights dim as they always do, and the fans cheer happily as Philip enters the ring, mic in hand. He raises the mic to his lips and lets the hint of a grin creep onto his face as some “Philip” chants begin. And then, when these fans quiet down, he does the job that all have come to know and love.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Titles. The first person to retain the titles that hang from the ceiling will win them for their team. Introducing first, they are the current reigning ACW Tag Team Champions, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi…FLOWER POWER! “Flower of Carnage” hits the speakers as the Tag Team Champions walk out from the backstage area, feeling somewhat naked because of the lack of titles being strapped around their waists. They do a few light hand gestures and taunts to get the crowd riled up, but besides that they focus more on entering the ring and being in a good mental state to face their opponents. They look up at the ceiling to where the Tag Team Titles hang and silently stare at them until their music stops.Philip: And the challengers, representing the Senatorial Stable, they are the team of Fallen Souls and Hunter; these are the KINGS OF SATIRE! The theme from Seinfeld hits the speakers as the Kings of Satire run out and quickly disperse onto opposite sides of the stage. They do not follow the same formula as Flower Power, and instead they raise their arms as high as they can and prance around the stage, getting the fans to boo and simultaneously cheer them, maybe due to the high levels of entertainment they’ve brought them over the past few weeks. And when they’re ready, they run down the ramp and slide into the ring in full effect, sliding past the center and almost sliding directly into Flower Power. The Champions, however, are unamused, so Hunter and FSX simply get back on their feet and go to the other side of the ring, calm down, and look around at the wide variety of objects at their disposal. And so it begins…Bell Rings Hunter is the first to act, as most situations have often called for it, and so he springs at Sarin before the second bell can even ring. FSX takes his partner’s lead and quickly springs at Yoko as well, partly because of the fact that less than a week ago she pinned him in the ring. Hunter decides to stick with some well-timed and well placed chops and punches, but this brawling mind-set is too simple for Sarin to be fazed by, and so she is able to dodge most of the punches, eventually getting the opportunity to punch back, and then deliver a swift spinning kick to Hunter’s shin. She attempts to floor him with another spinning kick, but Hunter jumps over it and grabs her leg on the rebound, then holds her close and launches her over him with a capture suplex. FSX tries to go with a rounded kicking arsenal, but Yoko is too fast for him, and so she is able to dodge these kicks and then send herself flying at the turnbuckle, eventually leaping off of it and bringing herself back for a spinning kick to the side of the head. The speed of FSX she did not predict, and so she is taken aback when he ducks the kick and delivers a punch to her midsection, an action that he follows by hitting a rainbow STO on Yoko. FSX turns around and notices Sarin bundled up in the corner. Hunter quickly drops to his knees and hands, and so FSX runs up and jumps off Hunter’s back, launching into Sarin with a dropkick to the face that sends her flying down to the ground. The Kings of Satire high five and pose as the crowd boo, though that does not stop all of them from being extremely surprised at the Kings’ early domination. But it doesn’t last. Yoko regains her composure and slightly smirks at the cleverness of the Kings, and as soon as she sees Sarin rise in the other corner, she knows that it is their chance to strike. Yoko charges in and goes for a kick to FSX, but FSX ducks. One would think Yoko would give up, but one would be terribly wrong. For after this, Yoko stretches out the leg and plants her boot on the back of FSX and launches herself off, then delivers a crunching leg lariat to Hunter’s throat. Yoko takes advantage of her fall and hits a scissors kick on FSX as Hunter flies back into Sarin’s arms. But this temporary break does not last, as Sarin hits Hunter with a swinging neck breaker and directly follows this up with a knee drop to Hunter’s gut. To add to the fun, Hunter is barely staggering up when Yoko hits him with the Scarlet Dreams, and Sarin follows with her Diving Moonsault Legdrop. Yoko and Sarin high five in the middle of the ring as if to taunt the Kings of Satire, and it works, as the fans laugh and cheer while the Kings themselves grunt angrily. FSX kips up and stands ready for an attack, and that is exactly what he receives. Yoko charges him in full effect, but he refuses to simply let her do so, and with that last thought he dodges her attack and gets her with the Launch Kick, which sends her flying into corner. Hunter runs up to FSX and jumps off his arms and over him, connecting with a clothesline to Yoko, which sends both mystically flying over the top rope and to the outside. Sarin sees FSX by himself and charges in for an attack, but FSX moves out of the way and tries for another Launch Kick. Sarin, however, moves out of the way of it and elbows FSX in the side of the head. She then jumps onto the top turnbuckle, points to the sky, and delivers her patented Rinicanrana. On the outside, Hunter slowly opens his eyes and widens them as far as he can, for he must regain his energy. He looks across the floor and sees Yoko attempting to do the same, and then directly before his eyes he sees a long plate of steel…and it is at this moment that he remembers the stipulation of the match. He smirks slyly and quickly gets to his feet, seemingly reenergized because of the sudden presence of steel. He grabs the steel chair before him and quickly sends it flying across at Yoko, who catches it, albeit slightly off guard. But Hunter’s plan is just beginning, and so he jumps up onto the guardrail and runs across, leaps off, and delivers a heel kick to the chair, sending it flying into Yoko’s face. Yoko falls to the ground and drops the chair, and Hunter grabs it and throws it into the ring. FSX catches it and turns around to attempt to slam it into Sarin’s face. Sarin ducks the shot and uppercuts FSX, kicks him in the shin, and then gets him with a quick jawbreaker, which sends him and the chair flying to the ground. Sarin is about to grab the chair, but Hunter sneaks up behind her, grabs her arms, and delivers a swift and painful Dragon Hammer directly onto the chair, forcing many in the audience to cringe. Hunter then grabs the ladder that he took into the ring with him and sets it up. He starts climbing and points to FSX, and then to Yoko, who is slowly getting back to her feet on the outside of the ring. FSX nods, runs up to the ropes, and leaps over them to hit a slightly modified Defiance of Death. Yoko, however, saw this move coming, and so she had enough time to quickly slide into the ring whilst FSX crashed and burned on the floor. Yoko gets to her feet and quickly runs at the ladder, and ascends on the opposite side to Hunter; she leaps off and hits Hunter with the flying guillotine, knocking him down but also hurting herself into the bargain. Running on adrenaline Hunter gets up and climbs again, and this time Yoko acts by knocking it down before Hunter can touch the titles, sending him flying to the outside of the ring and sending the ladder flying down to the ground.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:09:30 GMT -5
Yoko rushes over to Sarin and checks her over, and when she is certain that Sarin is all right she begins to examine her surroundings. FSX is slowly rising on the outside, but Hunter is already quickly on his feet and is actually setting up a table on the outside. Sarin rushes over to the turnbuckle and climbs it, and then gets Yoko to climb onto her back on the turnbuckle. And in one fell swoop, Yoko leaps off and flies down at Hunter for some sort of aerial kick…but Hunter prevents it, and catches Yoko who struggles into a standing position. A few blows are exchanged, and then much to Hunter’s frustration, Yoko hits him with a second Flying Guillotine, crashing them both through the table. FSX is up and he quickly resets a second table; it’s too much for Yoko and Sarin to resist and they try their aerial maneuver once again…
But this time Hunter is even faster to get on top of it and is able to grab her leg and lift her into the air, and deliver a picture perfect Jew Driver through the table! Sarin sees this and instantly gets infuriated, and so she leaps off and hits a spinning dropkick on Hunter, which sends him flying into the much-dreaded announcer’s table. Sarin is about to attack Hunter again, but FSX comes out of nowhere and slams her with a ladder. He then puts it on the announce table and on the apron, and then springs up, flips around, and hits a Frozen Motion splash on Sarin. Hunter is startled by FSX’s sudden arrival, and so he jumps back onto the announcer’s table, taking a brief refuge…and this is his first mistake of the night. Yoko hops up onto the ladder still set up between the table and apron, runs over onto the table, and hits Hunter with a swift THIRD Flying Guillotine directly through the table! FSX turns around, completely in shock at this, and Sarin takes the opportunity to hit FSX with the Rin Spin II, which sends him flying to the ground. And for a moment, it appears the champions have the advantage once more…
…but no advantage ever lasts, if you haven’t figured that out yet. Hunter, fresh off extreme anger from being put through an announce table for a fourth PPV in a row (Fallen Heroes doesn’t count), gets to his feet and grabs Yoko from behind. Sarin stands perfectly still so as to avoid making any wrong moves…but it’s too late, and Hunter instantly throws Yoko back for a dragon suplex. He kips up, but Sarin’s anger has already gotten the best of her and she throws a kick Hunter’s way, which sends him flying down to the ground. She then goes to the apron, jumps up onto the middle rope, and leaps back for a diving moonsault leg drop, which she connects perfectly across Hunter’s throat. FSX sneaks up behind her moments later and hits the Soul Digger onto the ladder on Sarin in a matter of seconds, and then stumbles back to catch a breath of fresh air. And then he looks into the ring and notices the lone ladder…and his mind races. He charges into the ring and grabs the ladder, then sets it up as fast as he physically can. But before he can climb it, Yoko runs in and pushes him away. She whips FSX into the corner, and Sarin comes staggering in to hit FSX with a Rin Spin II, leaving FSX groggily standing in the corner. Yoko calls for help, and she and Sarin lift the ladder up and place it on the turnbuckle sideways, resting on FSX’s shoulders. The crowd shouts, and with perfect precision Yoko and Sarin perform a Rinko Kick on opposite sides of the ladder, scissoring FSX’s head between the pieces in a most unpleasant fashion.
As FSX drops, Yoko resets the ladder under the titles. She starts climbing it herself, but Hunter runs in moments later and pushes her off, then leaps onto the ladder himself. Before he can get halfway up, Sarin grabs his foot, and he is jerked off…the ladder. Sarin starts climbing the ladder herself, but Hunter quickly kicks it and it falls down, bouncing on the ropes a few times as all four competitors lie on the ground motionless.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:09:55 GMT -5
Yoko is the first person to her feet, and she quickly surveys the surroundings before taking any action. She notices the ladder leaning up against the ropes, but before she grabs it she decides to awaken Sarin. Once that task is complete, the two champions together move over to the ladder and begin to lift it off the ropes. However, this task is interrupted once FSX flies at Sarin from one side and Hunter flies at Yoko from another, both of them connecting with lariats to the back of the head. FSX simply throws Sarin out of the ring, but Hunter decides to initiate more pain on the former World Champion, and so he grabs Yoko and slams her down hard onto the ground with a Red Apple Driver! The fans pop for a moment, but only a moment, as they know that Hunter has much more up his sleeve than a simple alternate finisher. He kicks at Yoko and forces her out of the ring, and then looks out of the ring to see the two champions lying on top of cheer other (which, needless to say, gets a few cheers from the crowd). Hunter touches the ladder briefly and sees that it is stable. He looks at FSX and points to him, but FSX shakes his head and points back to Hunter. Hunter shrugs and backs up while FSX grabs a nearby chair and opens it, then puts it on the top of the ladder and holds it firmly in place. Hunter bounces off the ropes and charges full force at the ladder, and he runs up its side, jumps onto the base of the chair, and then leaps off the top of the chair and flies roughly twenty feet in the air, delivering a flip and landing on the tag team champions with an insane flipping senton!!!
The ACW loyal start an extremely loud chant of “holy shit!” as Hunter lies on top of the champions completely dazed. FSX raises his arms triumphantly, confidant that their victory will come now. He grabs the ladder and sets it up, and slowly climbs it. He raises his arms high…but Sarin is much quicker than that. She kicks the ladder out from under him and watches him carefully as he falls down. And then, at just the right moment, she delivers a picture perfect Rinkuza Kick to the head of FSX, knocking him out and sending him flying under the bottom rope and to the outside. She grabs the ladder once more and sets it up, but Hunter refuses to just hand away a victory. He jumps up onto the top rope and springboards himself over to the ladder, landing on it perfectly. He scatters up the ladder so quickly that the ladder actually loses its balance and tips over, sending both Hunter and Sarin sailing down to the mat below. Yoko slides into the ring moments later and completely understands that they are not far enough into the match to simply try to grab the belts. So she sets her eyes on Hunter and quickly lifts him up, then kicks out one of his knees. She runs at the ropes and bounces back, and on her way back sets up for the Pop from Okinawa, a basic Shining Wizard kick. Unfortunately for her, however, she tries this popular move against the Master of the Counter, and he has already thought of a way to change the move to his benefit. He pushes off the ground and Yoko misses the kick, so then Hunter grabs her by the ankles and pulls her legs out from under her. She flies face first into the ladder, but Hunter is far from done. He quickly slides his left leg in between both of hers, smacks her on the sides, and grabs her arms, lifts her up, and crosses her arms. The fans have already figured out what he plans to do, and before you can say “Ridley,” Hunter cross-arm curbstomps Yoko directly into the ladder!
FSX slides into the ring a few moments later with a table and quickly sets it up. Hunter grabs the chair that he has come to love so much in this match and puts it on the table, then drags Sarin over to the table. He lifts her up by her hair, but she refuses to even think about letting him have his way with her. She quickly kicks him below the belt, slightly giggles, and then jumps off the middle ropes and hits Hunter with the Flower of Chaos! FSX widens his eyes and sneaks up behind Sarin, then elbows her in the side of the head and rolls her onto the chair and table. He then approaches the corner of the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He is just about to leap off to connect some sort of aerial maneuver, but Sarin is much too quick for him. She kips up on the table and leaps off of it, landing directly on the top turnbuckle alongside FSX. She lifts him up, attempting a Frankensteiner, but the move is a no go as FSX slides off and lands back on the turnbuckle. He elbows her again, and then once more for good measure, and lifts her up onto his shoulders as if going for…and the fans mark out like crazy. FSX smirks, and leaps up into the air, turning the Death Valley Driver into the emerald fusion as he always does, hitting the Soul Harvest on Sarin onto the chair through the entire table! The audience cringes and simultaneously starts cheers of “holy shit,” and FSX loves every moment of it. But all good things must come to an end, as Yoko sneaks up from behind and nails FSX with the Jaded Memories, which she follows through with by using the ever-deadly Flying Guillotine!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:10:20 GMT -5
Hunter rises from behind her, and when he gets to his feet Yoko turns around. The two of them stare at each other for a moment, taking a brief sideways glance to check on their tag team partners. When they see that both of them are relatively knocked out, they turn back towards each other. Both of them look up at the tag team titles and smirk. No words are needed for such an exchange, and instead they use their fists. They trade punches very rapidly, exerting so much strength and fury that it almost startles the fans. Hunter is the first to actually dodge a punch, and he spins around for a clothesline. Yoko blocks it with her hands and tries to chop him across the chest, but Hunter grabs the hand and punches her in the side. Yoko stumbles back for a moment, but then comes back in full force and jabs her pointer finger forward, a distraction so that she could kick out Hunter’s feet from below him. But Hunter is too quick for this, and he is able to jump over her foot and hit her with a kick of his own. FSX and Sarin both come too and see their friends going at it, and are even, dare one say, scared by the intensity in the atmosphere. So the two of them simply slide out of the ring and grab two tables each, sliding them into the ring and following the tables into the ring as Yoko and Hunter continue exchanging strikes. FSX still feels a tad light-headed because of Yoko’s finisher, so he stumbles back into the corner as they continue. But Sarin’s strength has fully recovered, and Yoko sends her a quick signal. And so she takes it and sneaks up behind Hunter, and together the two follow through with their infamous Rinko Kick!
FSX at this point has realized his error, and so he tries to make up for it by charging the champions. But they quickly overpower him and launch him across the ring, instead making it their duty to set up the tables. They set up two side by side and put two more on them, just in case, as one would say. Yoko grabs the ladder and sets it up, then begins to climb. Sarin runs over to FSX to make sure that he does not attempt to attack, but it is actually Hunter that she should be worrying about. He reawakens at an inhumane rate, likely egged on by the closeness of his beloved tag team titles, and so he kips up and charges up the ladder behind Yoko. Sarin notices this and charges up behind him, grabbing his foot just as he grabs Yoko’s waist to keep her from continuing her ascension. FSX then kips up and charges up the other side of the ladder, getting to the top as quickly as possible. Sarin spins around and grabs Hunter’s legs tight, just as Hunter grabs Yoko’s waist tight. Sarin leaps off the ladder and powerbombs Hunter, but Hunter takes Yoko with him for a german suplex. At the last moment, Yoko grabs FSX and superplexes him off the ladder, causing all four to plunge through the four set up tables all at the same time!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:10:44 GMT -5
Aaaaand everyone is dead. Yoko manages to roll out of the ring, but not because she’s recovered, it was more a reflex. She hits hard against the floor, still unmoving. Sarin is up to her feet before anyone else, having not actually been on the receiving end of a move when going through the tables. She staggers a bit, trying to orient herself, and then grabs the ladder to climb. But before she gets up there, she sees Hunter getting back up. His adrenaline glands are going into overdrive, he’s not staying down until he’s won this. Sarin quickly hops back down and goes for Hunter, but is tripped up by FSX performing a half hearted leg sweep. Hunter helps FSX get to his feet, and they quickly grab Sarin.
Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Yoko has come to. She gets up to her knees and peeks into the ring. Hunter and FSX hit Sarin with a double suplex. Yoko decides enough is enough. It’s time for this to end. It’s time to bring out the big guns.
She reaches underneath the ring canvas and pulls a large, long sack out. A novice might perhaps think it contains a hunting rifle since Yoko tends to be crazy. Their assumption would be half right. Yoko is crazy, but it’s not a hunting rifle. She reaches into the sack and pulls out a familiar gleaming metal tool.
Masamune the weedwacker, last seen in the hands of Ridley.
The extremely loud pops of the crowd mask her re-entry to the ring, Masamune in hand. However, FSX sees her. He immediately flees to the outside by rolling out of the ring. Hunter has no idea what’s going on because his back is still turned to Yoko, but he is confused by FSX suddenly abandoning him.
And then Yoko revs up the engine.
The cheers can’t overcome that, and Hunter spins to face her. She lunges the sawblade toward him as he does so. He dodges with instinct, but not fast enough. The blade tears into his side quite brutally, sending bits of flesh and a lot of blood every which way. He falls, away from it, and rolls to the outside, clutching his gaping wound, trying to stop the blood. FSX runs to his side to help. Sarin is up now, and she takes the opportunity to climb the ladder. Yoko prowls back and forth across the ring like a caged animal staring at Hunter and FSX, Masamune held in the air, still spinning, still slinging droplets of excess blood. Sarin reaches the top and pulls the belts down without trouble.
Bell Rings
Philip: Your winners, and still ACW Tag Team Champions, Flower Power!
Yoko switches Masamune off as Sarin drops the belts to the mat. But…she isn’t climbing down. She climbs up higher and gets up on the ladder. Hunter and FSX aren’t paying attention, they’re more focused with his wound.
Sarin then LEAPS OFF OF THE LADDER, bypassing the ropes, aimed directly at Hunter and FSX. She nails Hunter with the Super Flower of Carnage, kicking FSX in mid spin, and lays there. Yoko scoops up the belts with Masamune under her arms and goes outside to check on Sarin. She’s fine, and Yoko helps her up and hands her her belt. The referee rushes over to hand them their other two belts, to raise their hands in victory, and to check on Hunter and FSX. Flower Power heads back to the locker room, unconcerned.
Fade out to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:11:58 GMT -5
Segment: "Interview with the Snake" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to a "Senatorial Stable" sign the Senatorial Stable locker room. As the camera pans out, Charlotte King comes into view.
Charlotte: Tonight, I hope to get a few words from the rising ACW sensation, Rattlesnake. Let's see if he'll come out.
Charlotte knocks on the door. The door opens and Rattlesnake walks out.
Rattlesnake: Hot pot of coffee! What do you want?
Charlotte: I just wanted to take a few minutes of your time for another short interview.
Rattlesnake looks down at his watch. He turns around, opens the locker door and sticks his head inside.
Rattlesnake: I'm going to be a few minutes. Apparently someone can't get enough the Snake.
Rattlesnake pulls his head from the door and closes it. He turns back to Charlotte and nods.
Rattlesnake: I have a few minutes, so ask whatever you feel you need to.
Charlotte: Ok, first off I have to ask you about your team victory over BK London's team six days ago at Warfare.
Rattlesnake: Well, I want to thank my team for being there for me. In my past, I haven't had the type of support they gave me in that six-man tag match. It was really good to get that kind of support. But that's not all I'm happy about.
Charlotte: What else is there?
Rattlesnake: Well, my loyal Snakelings that have been following my career from the very beginning know something very significant. You see, in my five-year career, I have never gotten a submission victory over anyone. This past Warfare marked another rare accomplishment in my career. The win itself is good, but how I got it is more memorable. I made BK London tap out, but it couldn't have happened without the assistance I got from Hunter and Senator. I owe those guys a lot and I'll say it right here, right now. Rattlesnake tenure in the Senatorial Stable will go on as long as they need me.
Charlotte: I see. Speaking of BK London, you now have two victories over him, a solid Main Eventer. How does it feel to do something like that in only your first three months?
Rattlesnake grins.
Rattlesnake: Charlotte, let me put it like this. Ever since I came here, no one really expected me to amount to anything. They thought I was just another rookie that would start and end his ACW career in Midcard Hell. To those people, I say "screw you."
Rattlesnake pauses and takes a breath.
Rattlesnake: But not only that, I never really gave a crap what the fans thought of me. I came to this place for one person...myself. That has since changed, but I can't completely rely on the Senatorial Stable because one day, they won't be able to back me up. Anyways, to answer your question, it's an amazing feeling. I've beaten some of the best ACW has to offer. I've made impacts from the very beginning. To beat one of it's top wrestlers, BK London, not once but twice, it's something few people would believe to be possible. I'll give the guy his props, he's a hell of a competitor. He just needs to get two things straight. One, the victories I have over him are not flukes. A fluke is something that rarely happens. Take the matches BK London had with Atomic Kitsune for the ACW World Championship and with me since Genocide. That's five losses in five matches right there. Think that's a fluke? I don't. Hell, I technically have a victory over the current ACW World Champion in a non-title match.
Charlotte: That's true. So what about tonight? You face BK London in one of his specialty matches, a Hardcore match.
Rattlesnake: I'm not worried. Truth be told I've gotten the crap kicked out of me time and time again, but I keep coming back for more. Tonight will be the same thing. No matter what BK London does to me, I'm going to keep coming back for more. If he's to beat me, he's going to have to knock me unconcious.
Charlotte: Do you have anything you'd like to say to BK London right now?
Rattlesnake thinks for a second and smirks.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, I actually do.
The camera focuses in on Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake: BK London...tonight, it's you and me in our third-ever match. Sure I have the wins and statistically, you're the one that is going to win this one, but I'm not going to let that happen. You started all this with a simple comment. When the time came, I kicked your ass and thought that was the end. Then not long after that, you bitch about it, calling it a fluke and whatnot and then you come out to the ring while I'm out there and offer me a spot in the Corporate Alliance. You don't even think about what you had said in the past, thinking I had the three-month memory capacity of a wrestling fan. When I declined, you got pissed and attacked me. Then you lose to me at Warfare and that brings us to tonight when we step in the ring one more time. I want you to keep something in mind for after I beat you for a third time. Let me quote to you the First Commandment of Snakeism..."Thou shalt not fucketh with the Snake!" You broke that commandment and so far, you've seen what happens when you do. Maybe next time you'll think before you open your mouth or think before you act.
Charlotte: Anything else?
Rattlesnake: Just one thing. I hereby invite all the Senatorial Stable members to my victory party after my match. I'll be bringing the entertainment in my new DVD box set "The Best of Rattlesnake." It contains some of the best matches in my career and after tonight, the DVD will need to be updated. We've got be-
Just then the Rabid Jackalope runs in from off screen and messes with Rattlesnake's hair. Rattlesnake moves away and turns to look at Jackalope.
Rattlesnake: Just what in the friggin hell do you think you're doing!?
Rabid Jackalope: You won't beat Wyvern at Omega Effect.
Rattlesnake: Is that a fact?
Rabid Jackalope: It's definitely a fact.
Rattlesnake: Well, you want to know another fact?
Rabid Jackalope: What?
Rattlesnake slugs Jackalope with a right hand, knocking Jackalope back. Rattlesnake charges him and hits a massive clothesline that seems to flip Jackalope in the air and inside-out. Rattlesnake picks up Jackalope and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Rattlesnake looks around and walks Jackalope over to a table and hits the Snakebite through it.
Rattlesnake: The fact is just like I'll do to BK London later tonight and just like I'll do to Wyvern at Omega Effect, I just kicked your ass.
Rattlesnake scoffs as he walks back to the Senatorial Stable locker room.
Rattlesnake: Can you believe that moron?
Rattlesnake opens the door to the locker room.
Rattlesnake (mockingly): "You won't beat Wyvern at Omega Effect."
Rattlesnake scoffs again.
Rattlesnake: Jackass.
Rattlesnake walks back into the locker room and closes the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:13:01 GMT -5
Match 7: The Senator vs. The Great KUDA The fans’ heads may be swimming with ideas about Omega Effect after Rattlesnake’s segment, but they don’t have to look that far ahead for stunning competiton. As Philip proves upon re-entering the ring.Philip: This next match is a singles match with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Kyoto, Japan….. The Great KUDA! ”Vampire Killer” blazes into life, and the crowd starts to boo even before KUDA has come out on to the stage. When he does appear, he carries his bloodstained Armada flag, and moves swiftly to the ring; he enters, and waves his flag around in a defiant style before exiting and placing it reverently out of harm’s way, before returning to stand and brood silently.Philip: And his opponent, from Washington, D.C, he is the founder and leader of the Senatorial Stable… Senator Steve Philips! ”Hail to the Chief” has all the fans on their feet at once, and the Senator comes out to a gusty flurry of tickertape and pyro. He takes the time to greet a few of the fans on his way to the ring, savoring the PPV atmosphere, but he can’t afford to do that for long; the man waiting for him demand his full attention, and the Senator’s expression is deadly serious as he enters the ring.
A staredown of almost unbearable intensity develops, and the crowd is practically spellbound until the referee breaks the pair’s gaze, and calls them to attention. He runs over the rules, and then calls for the bell with a flourish. It’s like letting a genie out of a bottle…Bell Rings. KUDA is already on the move even as the referee is calling for the bell, and he rips into the Senator with an incredibly rapid stream of kicks that are almost impossible to defend against. Though his mask hides much of his face, KUDA’s eyes are alight with the desire to inflict serious suffering on his foe, and in the opening period where he is naturally at his strongest the Senator is well aware that he faces a huge challenge simply standing up to the offensive storm that is upon him. Strikes pile upon strikes, too many to accurately count until suddenly KUDA finds a gap and is able to get a grip on the Senator, holding his hair to execute a Bulldog. McNally: Ouch, that looked nasty. Edison: KUDA’s not going to make a single second of this easy, Max… This sets up the first pin, and KUDA gets a 2 count from it; just how much of this is due to the Senator conserving energy is a point for debate, but there’s no time for either man to consider this in detail as KUDA is up again in a flash, and he presses the Senator’s throat with his boot to choke him, much to the referee’s displeasure. KUDA keeps the hold on until the last possible moment, riding his luck, and the crowd boos this behaviour; KUDA however pays them no heed, and continues his relentless pressuring of his foe, returning to his barrage of stiff kicks and sharp elbows. A lesser man would most likely panic under the duress of such a fierce and seemingly endless attack, but the Senator simply continues to use pure defence, and finally after about 3 minutes have passed since the start of the contest KUDA’s flush of energy begins to die down just a fraction. Knowing that he must make every single opportunity count, the Senator manages to get hold of KUDA’s arm as he lashes out and twists him into an armbar, using his own strength to hold KUDA still. Edison: That slowed things down, that’s a smart move. McNally: It looks like the Senator’s going to try and conserve his energy whilst forcing KUDA to burn his. Not that KUDA seems to need any encouragement on that front. Indeed, KUDA is writhing with mounting frustration, and it isn’t long before the Senator has to let him go. Whirling around, KUDA spins a high angled kick toward Senator, but the Senator leans backward to evade it and KUDA handily ends up presenting his back to him. The crowd pops enormously as the Senator commences the Senatorial Series; he completes the Low Angle German suplex, but as he attempts the second suplex in the chain KUDA battles back with a vicious kick to the gut and then applies a blatant choke. The referee makes a 5 count, but KUDA refuses to break, shouting at the referee in Japanese and again testing the official’s patience to the limit.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:13:54 GMT -5
Edison: Wow, I’ve almost never seen KUDA flout the rules so openly. What on earth has got into him?
Only when KUDA judges the referee to be on the point of taking action does he release the choke; the Senator gasps for air, and shoots a glance at his opponent that suggests his own patience is being tested, too. KUDA though is unrepentant and starts to attack the Senator all over again; the Senator responds by using his legendary knife edge chops, both to hurt KUDA and to prevent him from monopolizing the match. KUDA looks practically ready to explode, and his anger boils forth in a flurry of stiff kicks; the Senator tries not to show any weakness but it’s clear that each strike is painful, and KUDA follows this up by gripping the Senator in a headlock and pulling surreptitiously on his opponent’s hair. The Senator thrashes free, and his own temper flares further; KUDA takes advantage and rakes the Senator across the eyes, and the fans are now booing furiously and yelling at the referee to do something about it.
McNally: KUDA’s walking a very thin line here, but I can see what he’s trying to do – if the Senator’s angry he’s more likely to make a mistake, or fail to counter a big move in time.
Edison: That’s as maybe, Max, but one step too far and this match will be over, anyway. The referee doesn’t look pleased.
Sensing that he’s using up the referee’s patience, KUDA returns to an all-out direct assault and batters the Senator with fast blows from his arms and feet. Though his aches are mounting, the Senator is starting to see a pattern developing in KUDA’s attacks and he is able to block a greater proportion of the strikes, and as KUDA’s frustration mounts the Senator watches for another chance to make a comeback. As the crowd watches, KUDA makes a minor error and momentarily leaves himself open to attack; the Senator moves forward at once and grasps KUDA by the arms to prevent him from elbowing himself free, but KUDA has a different plan in mind and instead sneaks in a knee to the groin that the referee does not fully see. The reflex to the Senator’s muscles allows KUDA to slip out, and he runs to the ropes to get a springboard takeoff into his Terrorana.
McNally: Air Strike imminent!
The crowd yells out as the Terrorana connects; KUDA attempts to keep his feet in place and set up the Hangman’s headlock, but the Senator senses this and with a large effort is able to grasp KUDA about the waist as he tries to set up the bridge and sit up into a kneeling position with KUDA balanced on his shoulders with the leg scissors headlock still applied. Quickly the Senator shifts position, and too late KUDA realizes that they’ve ended up close to one of the corners; he lets himself fall forward, and the crowd roars as KUDA is pitched forehead-first against the post.
Edison: Yeow! That had to hurt!
KUDA cannot prevent himself from flinching at the impact – it lacks the speed to be devastating, but it’s enough for the Senator to wrench himself out of the submission. He’s still been oxygen-deprived, however, and KUDA senses a chance to capitalize; as the Senator uses the ropes to pull himself up, KUDA rolls on to the apron and without warning nips around and applies his illegal Hangman’s hell. The referee counts to 5 and then orders the break, but KUDA acts as if he didn’t hear it.
Edison: I don’t agree with the tactics KUDA is using, but they sure as hell are effective.
McNally: True, this constant weakening of the Senator’s neck and upper body is going to compromise him badly if it goes on too long…
The fans boo and jeer as KUDA performs a couple of situps whilst performing the move; the referee, getting more and more annoyed with each second, turns away from KUDA as if to signal the timekeeper’s corner, and only then does KUDA act, trying to use a second Terrorana variation to flip the Senator out of the ring. Being such an established Rumble competitor, however, the Senator is well attuned to any attempts to remove him from the ring and he grips the ropes to resist. Unable to execute the move, KUDA has no choice but to release before he is DQed, for he is determined to secure this victory as his way of gaining vengeance for the “wrongs” he perceives to have been committed. The Senator immediately breaks away from the ropes and grabs a welcome couple of seconds of relief, and as KUDA jumps over the ropes and charges, the Senator flawlessly counters his dash into a Back Ipponzei that sets up a crossarmbar.
McNally: Heh, just when you think you’ve got the Senator on the ropes, literally…
Edison: …he turns the situation on its head. Pure Magic, Max.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:14:52 GMT -5
KUDA shakes his head violently and yells in 100MPH Japanese again, but being a Politician the Senator is well used to putting up with long and incomprehensible tirades, and continues to apply pressure to his opponent. KUDA eventually breaks free and starts to attack with yet more kicks, but this time the Senator is ready, and he catches the highest kick and turns it into a Dragon Screw. As KUDA struggles, the Senator starts to set up the Victory Lock II; neither he nor the referee sees KUDA palming a foreign object from his ringwear, and when the referee is not looking directly at him, KUDA uses the foreign object to strike the Senator hard in the face. The Senator recoils, forced to release his foe, and the fans see with concern that there is a trickle of blood from a small wound to his scalp. As the referee comes to take a look, KUDA quickly discards what appears to be a set of brass knuckles before the referee can confirm his suspicions.
The Senator quickly wipes away any trace of blood from his head, and immediately tries to retake the initiative, hitting KUDA with a few more chops and then trying to bring him to the mat for a fresh submission attempt. KUDA resists, and once again powers back into the match, shutting down the Senator’s plans with his utterly unending punches and kicks. As the Senator tries to back off, KUDA sends him into the ropes and then uses his backdrop suplex; the Senator almost lands badly on his head, and the crowd recoils in alarm.
McNally: Jesus, it’s almost as if KUDA wants to do the Senator a serious injury…
There’s no “almost” about it; KUDA is really stepping up his attacks, and as he throws the Senator shoulder-first against the ring post the wound on the Senator’s head opens up further. KUDA sees the blood before Senator can stem it, and a kind of fever seems to grip him; KUDA practically mauls Senator, ripping at him with his fingers and trying to split the wound even more. With blood now obscuring his vision the Senator is in a lot of difficulty, and KUDA kicks out at his head; the Senator turns to protect himself, so KUDA rushes him from behind and brings him to the ropes where he savagely chokes his opponent. Gasping for air, Senator’s injuries do not make for family viewing, and you’d almost think the pure technician had been in a deathmatch. The referee is on the verge of calling the whole thing off when Senator manages to mule-kick KUDA roughly back, and then hits a desperation Shining Capitol (forward flip heel kick). With the urgency to finish the match growing, the Senator produces one of his rarest moves – the Beltway Buster, a flip backslide pancake that slams KUDA’s face into the mat. With an enormous effort the Senator is able to bridge up and over into a backslide pin, and the crowd goes bonkers as the referee counts, 1….2….
Edison: Awwwww, come on! That was three!
McNally: I’m afraid the referee disagrees…
The crowd boos, but the referee will not be moved, and the Senator feels the pain of fatigue threatening to overwhelm him. KUDA, on the other hand, can’t believe that the Senator is still resisting him; as the referee comes close, KUDA blasts both the referee and the Senator with a Red poison mist. Blinded, the referee flails, and the Senator is scarcely better off; he struggles to clear his vision, and when he succeeds almost wishes he hadn’t.
Edison: What the heck?!
KUDA has grabbed something from under the ring… a lethal-looking sickle. The fans are more than a little worried by this development, and they’re not on the potential receiving end… with the referee down, KUDA slides into the ring and comes toward Senator at a terrifying speed. Drawing on all his wits, the Senator fakes KUDA out and then grabs his wrist with both hands; the pair struggle violently and KUDA makes a small cut on Senator’s arm, but Senator overcomes him by force of will and the sickle goes spinning out across the ring until it drops to the outside. KUDA yells angrily, but has no time to retrieve it; the referee is thankfully back on his feet.
McNally: That was a little too close for comfort….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:15:39 GMT -5
Both men have put a great deal of energy into this match, but the Senator has preserved more and he now senses that the tide could turn; he retakes his defensive stance, and as KUDA throws out more kicks, the Senator catches one and turns it into a spectacular Capture Bomb.
Edison: DDDDAAANNNNGGEERRROOOUSSS!!
McNally: That has to be it!
The Senator pins, and the referee counts, 1…2…thr- kickout by KUDA, and the crowd groans. The Senator’s shoulders sag… perhaps he really is pushing his maturing body too far against a dangerous foe…
As the crowd senses the climax to the match approaching, KUDA tries every trick in the book, and a couple that are only found in the limited edition print run. He gouges, bites, chokes and generally does all he can to ruin the Senator’s day, and the Senator’s defenses seem to slip a little each time. KUDA begins to smirk under his mask, and he gives no warning before going for the Yakuza Knee; the Senator just barely gets his hands up to protect himself, and even so only just manages to kick before the three. KUDA leaps up and paces around, slapping his head and psyching himself up, and the Senator takes a quick glance, reading his foe’s body language.
Edison: You’ve got to wonder at it, Max, it’s as if there’s no end to KUDA’s energy.
McNally: It certainly seems that way…
The crowd is now booing KUDA loudly; KUDA has ignored this all the way though the match, but now it seems to be getting on his nerves. It only serves to make him even more aggressive… but there’s a point when too much aggression makes a man forget the finer issues that really win matches, and it’s that point that the Senator has been holding out for, just by his metaphorical fingertips…
In truth, the only way to surprise a master such as KUDA is to show him something he’s not seen before, and the Senator has just one such card to play. As he seemingly reels from the battering legs of KUDA, the Senator picks his moment, knowing it will be the only one he gets… and as KUDA swings out with a kick, the Senator blocks it and then…
McNally: Holy Cow, look at this!
KUDA finds himself in a facelock; the Senator builds on this with a 3.0 backbreaker, and then slides KUDA into a backbreaker stretch, compressing the spine and hooking his inside back leg with a scissors hold.
Edison: The fabled Victory Lock IV!!!
KUDA roars like nothing on earth, but the Senator has removed almost all his mobility, and the raging beast finds itself caged. Again and again KUDA struggles, but the Senator will not let go, for if he does it’s the end for him. The referee watches, and only after a full minute of agony does KUDA start to run out of energy as the lactic acid bites deep. Though it pains him, the rational part of KUDA’s brain finally gets through to central control, and KUDA seems to go slightly limp; with his eyes shut in frustration, he waves his hand and indicates that he submits.
McNally: That’s it, that’s it!
The referee breathes a huge sigh of relief and the bell rings at his command; the Senator collapses, entirely spent in the final effort. But it was worth it.
Philip: Here is your winner… The Senator!
KUDA has nothing to say as he exits the ring; he takes his Armada flag and leaves, head down and with an unfathomable expression beneath his mask. So many questions… but they must wait for another day.
McNally: Amazing, absolutely amazing… the Senator’s cool head and lateral thinking brought him a famous victory here.
Edison: I’m going to make sure I remember every moment… Steve can’t possibly have many more matches like that left in him.
The Senator stands, and the referee has to steady him as the crowd applauds; the match has taken one heck of a toll, and Phillips knows that there will be medics, as well as a gaggle of stunned Senatorialites, waiting for him when he reaches the Senatorial office. Exhausted, he raises his arms simply to the crowd, and then walks slowly to the back for some very well earned recovery.
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:16:27 GMT -5
Segment: A Golden Opportunity (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)
The cork of a champagne bottle blasts open; a stream of bubbly liquid bursts from within, spilling on the lush rich carpet below. Clutching their belts almost possessively, the merry Flower Power collapse giggling to the floor, sharing sips of their champagne bottle.
Yoko: We are the champions...we are the champions...
Sarin: No time for losers, cuz we are the champions!
Sarin reaches for another sip from the bottle, but Yoko pulls it out of reach.
Yoko: Sarin! As much as I'd like for you to pass out from alcohol consumption, you do have a match still. Remember?
Sarin sighs audibly, rolling away and sitting up once more, the mood turning somewhat sour.
Sarin: My first shot at the championship...
Yoko: Second, actually. Don't you remember?
Sarin: How could I forget? My first match. "Scarlet" versus Yoko, World Title on the line.
Yoko: I hit you with the YKO. I'm sorry.
Sarin: You did what you had to do.
Yoko: If it means anything, I rarely use the YKO. Only on opponents too tough to put out with my normal moves.
Giggling, Sarin hugs Yoko, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Sarin: I feel honored. I think.
Yoko: Okay, we've retained the tag titles. And you have pinned Alicia before. Now it's just a question of how tired your body is feeling.
Sarin: I'm not too sure. I'm sore and aching, but I feel like I could run a mile.
Yoko: That's the adrenaline from winning. It will leave in a few minutes. How will you feel then?
Sarin: Obviously not one-hundred percent. But I don't know if I could win this...
Yoko: I have faith in you.
Sarin: I know. That means a lot...but still. I'm tired, Yoko. The thought of facing five other wrestlers and Alicia is just mind-boggling right now.
Yoko: Sarin, you have a golden opportunity. And like that necklace some sap left on top of the coffee table, you need to take it!
Sarin laughs, rummaging briefly through her pocket before pulling out a small beaded necklace.
Sarin: It's really pretty. I'm glad I found it.
Yoko: I'm surprised you're not feeling morally obligated to find the owner. Isn't there a law in that Koran of yours that forbids stealing?
Sarin: I'm sure Allah will let this one slide. After all, finders keepers losers weepers.
Yoko sighs contentedly, wrapping a comforting arm around Sarin's shoulder.
Yoko: You'll be fine. You know what's funny?
Sarin: Elder abuse?
Yoko: Yes, er, elder abuse. But also how close you are to your goal...you're moments away from realizing your dream and you don't seem too jazzed about it.
Sarin: I just survived a TLC match with Hunter and Fallen Souls. Not only that, I killed them. I don't think I have enough energy left to feel excited.
Yoko: Right. Now, are you ready for this?
Sarin: I think so. Yes, I think I'm ready.
Yoko raises an eyebrow.
Yoko: But a few seconds ago you weren't sure!
Sarin: Hm. You're right. I guess I really am crazy. So, no worries then, right?
Yoko: Exactly. That's the spirit.
Sarin pulls Yoko to her feet, embracing her in a warm hug, before making for the exit.
Sarin: I'll see you right after the match. Don't leave for the hotel without me!
Yoko: Wouldn't dream of it.
Sarin blows her a kiss, before heading towards a potentially rosey future, head held high, Yoko's love encasing her in a warm cocoon of protection and courage.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:17:49 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in a cop car somewhere in town…
The seemingly eternal battle appears to have come to an end. Latino sits, visibly exhausted and possibly relieved for the rest he is about to receive, albeit in a comfortable jail cell. He hopes the cops aren’t foolish enough to lock the two rampaging adversaries in the same cell. In a way though, he’s slightly disappointed by the rather abrupt end to this match that was heading towards being a classic fight. He’s frustrated by the inability to end this long running feud that has stuck in him like a thorn, nagging at him and distracting him from his personal and professional life. He fears that it now may go on, never ending (almost like this match) until he loses everything that he has.
The sweat drips from his forehead down to his lips and mixes bitterly with the taste of blood. He glances up at the officers in the front seats. The cop in the passenger seat barks instructions into his radio. He can’t make out what is being said, he’s far too battered and drained to care. He does wonder, however, the whereabouts of his sparring partner, Torak.
He lethargically twists his body and head in order to peer out of the rear window, his handcuffed arms making it difficult to turn into the hard backrest of the seat. He can see the bright headlights of the car that follows in the slipstream of the one he occupies. Squinting his eyes he manages to make out a set of lights attached to the roof of the vehicle, a distinguishing feature of a police car. He assumes that Torak is also restrained in the backseat of that vehicle on his way to the same location as him.
He turns to face front again; relaxed upon the knowledge that there is a few feet of air and a few inches of bodywork between his foe and himself. He decides to capitalize on the comfortable journey by closing his eyes.
SMASH!
Latino jerks forward and his eyes shoot open by the bone crunching noise. The car swerves and is only rescued by the driver’s quick reflexes. There is a lot of commotion in the front seats which further worries Latino. He looks out of the left window just in time to witness the second police car swerving into them, almost knocking them off the road again. The driver manages to keep it on course but Latino notices the second car going further across the road, winding up for the killer punch. As the car garners some distance Latino notices the man at the wheel, the burly intimidating arms, the greasy matted hair, the recently cut eye above the frightening black and green mask. It’s none other than Torak at the wheel of the vehicle, a very frightening prospect indeed: Torak with the added ‘X’ amount of horse power at his fingertips.
Latino braces himself as the car veers in towards him again, this time shoving the car off the road and crashing into an inconveniently planted tree in the sidewalk. Latino is thrown forward, his shoulders colliding with the headrests of the front seats stop him from flying headfirst through the windscreen. Everything stops dead and only the sound of steam escaping from the engine cuts through the silence. The scene is reminiscent of an insurance advert.
Latino lurches forward, his neck is aching but, due to his restrained arms, cannot massage it. He dazedly inspects the interior of the car, checking on the unconscious police officers hunched in their seats. The radio emits white noise, a crackling that penetrates Latino’s skin and works it’s way along his nerves. He doesn’t feel like moving.
Unfortunately, he isn’t given much choice as the door to his left is suddenly yanked open. Latino instantly knows there is only one person who would be so keen to enter the accident scene. He tries to fend off the reaching grab of Torak’s but due to the handcuffs shackled to his wrists and the minimal space to move in he is rather restricted in his efforts. Torak drags Latino out of the car and out onto the cold hard sidewalk.
It seems, somehow, Torak managed to break free of his restraints, apparently by breaking the chain as the steel cuffs remain around his wrist but remains of the separated chain hang from both, allowing him free movement with both of his arms. He pulls Latino to his feet and drags him away from the wreckage before hurling him into the side of the offensive car that contains two prone, unconscious bodies of policemen in the back seat. Latino hits the door then crumples to the ground beside the car, giving him another taste of the damp concrete. The impact is hard and allows another feeling to accompany pain in it’s infiltration into his body. He senses he is in familiar territory, like he has been here before. He pushes up on his forearms, hoping to get a better view of his surroundings, however, a foot crashing down on his lower back puts an end to that idea.
Torak relentlessly brings another foot crashing down onto his back, sending him face first into the ground again. It would take a foolish man to bet on Latino winning this contest from this point but he struggles on, hopefully trying to get to his feet even though his arms are restrained.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:19:10 GMT -5
Torak pulls him up to his feet and delivers a thunderous elbow across the cheek of his foe, knocking him back into the parked police car which is so cold it takes Latino’s breath away as he rests against it. Finally, Latino is able to distinguish the location...this is the the street near the ACW arena. He realizes that to get out of this predicament then he must head for the safe haven of the arena to receive assitance. However, that doesn’t look likely as Torak closes in to deal more punishment to his helpless opponent.
Another critical blow delivered to the face of Latino puts him in serious jeopardy. In terms of the match, he’s lucky that the referee is nowhere to be seen, he obviously did not leave the scene of the pile-up. In terms of his life, he may very well be treading thin ice as he stands no chance of defending himself. Torak scoops Latino up and slams him down on the hood of the car, putting a Latino shaped dent in it before climbing up onto the vehicle himself. Latino tries to trip Torak with his legs, but Torak stands firm. He is battered and bruised himself, but his hatred for Latino seems to be acting like a sort of adrenaline rush as he sees the end of the match looming very close. With no referee to count a pinfall then maybe he could win by some sort of Fatality™ (or would that be kopyrighted?).
He bends over to pull Latino up to his feet as the car strains under the weight. With the weight focused on one end of the car it’s amazing that it hasn’t tipped like a see-saw. Maybe those two bodies in the back of the car were purposely put there to act as a counterweight.
Latino tries to double hand punch Torak but the handcuffs stop him from getting any momentum into the swing and so he does very little damage. Torak closes in, intent on finishing this now. He scoops Latino up over his shoulder and once again looks to hit the dreaded MediEvil Driver, this time from the elevated position of the hood to the ground below. This will surely put an end to the proceedings. Latino realizes this and has to act fast. He squirms desperately and luckily enough drops down behind Torak. He quickly leaps up and wraps his arms around Torak’s neck, bringing the handcuff chains across his Adam’s apple like a garrote as he attempts to choke the beast out. Torak drops to one knee as his stamina, which has already taken a beating by tonight’s conflict, runs to zero. He has very little left in the tank and is running purely on adrenaline alone. He does manage to use this adrenaline to push himself back up to his feet but it proves to be an unwise move. Latino uses the windscreen to propel himself away from the car, twisting around Torak and bringing him down to the ground below in a reverse DDT.
Torak lands harshly, back-first, on the floor. Latino does not escape unscathed as he takes a bump, stomach first but it was a much needed sacrifice. Now Latino can think about escaping from his handcuffs. He slowly crawls away from the fallen monster, using his elbows to drag himself towards the crash police vehicle that he was recently a passenger in. He eventually reaches it but faces the difficult task of opening the door once he manages to pull himself to his feet.
The door seems reluctant to open at first, stuck closed by the awkward angle of the door frame that was a consequence of the smash. However, his desperate attempts prevail and he manages to pry the door open enough to get his body in between. He rummages through the pockets of the unconscious driver and finds nothing. He reaches around and finds the keys that he is searching for attached to the belt of the officer. He tugs them away from the belt and frantically fumble with them to open the manacles. He glances over towards Torak, who is beginning to stir, before focusing his attention on removing the handcuffs.
Finally he succeeds and swiftly discards the steel cuffs. He takes a moment for a breather and looks up into the distance. He notices the massive ACW arena which stands close by.
He gets a feeling like when you are outside in the icy cold and you look in through a stranger’s window and notice the fire burning warmly in the fireplace, wishing you could be inside right at that moment.
Latino opts to move now before Torak gets to his feet again. He starts to move away from the car but stops as something hits him. He turns to look back inside the vehicle and notices a handgun laying on the dashboard; it probably landed there after impact. He glares at it for a few moments before returning his gaze at Torak, who is now getting to one knee. He reaches in and grabs the handgun, it feels warm in his hand like it had just been fired. He contemplates his actions and judges whether the possible consequences are worth it. He turns to Torak and lifts the gun up, shakily aiming it at his nemesis.
Torak looks up and notices the firearm but seems unperturbed by it’s presence. He gets to his feet before slowly and menacingly approaches Latino, who stands his ground.
A word is not exchanged but Latino’s eyes order Torak to stay back. Torak, surprisingly stops in his tracks and stares into the eyes of his enemy. A chilled silence exists for a brief moment before being forced out by a single noise…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 27, 2006 15:19:52 GMT -5
Click!
The gun is evidently empty…or jammed. Either way it is the perfect opportunity for Torak to attempt to disarm his rival. Latino instantly realizes what has gone wrong, almost as if he knew it would happen. The two rush at each other and go at it. Latino strikes Torak in the temple with the gun and Torak reacts with a backhand to the wrist of Latino, forcing the gun out of his hand and onto the ground. Latino retaliates with his now unarmed hand, striking Torak in his jaw. Torak teeters backwards, inviting another strike from Latino. He strikes him again, knocking him back another step. Latino winds up and rushes at Torak before tackling him to the floor and proceeding to pummel him on the ground.
With Torak suitably pummeled, Latino gets to his feet and begins to wander off in the direction of the ACW arena. He would really like to step foot inside the building right now. Unfortunately, Torak seems intent on delaying his arrival as he comes surging from behind and taking Latino down with a double axe handle smash to the upper back. Latino stumbles forwars first before hitting the dirt.
Torak now notices the building and an idea sparks in his head. If he could get Latino inside and into his room he could torture him and torment him for as long as he wants like he did with the official ACW Latino doll during his absence. He likes this idea and decides that there is no time like the present. He pulls Latino up to his feet and hurls him forward a few feet before stopping to hunch over, desperate for air as the long duration of this contest is beginning to have an affect on him.
Once ready, he rushes over to Latino but finds himself brought down to the ground by a drop toe hold that Latino manages to pull out of nowhere. This gives him time create some distance between himself and his foe. He gets just a few feet away from the building when he hears Torak screaming up from behind again. He turns to see the rampaging beast charging at him with a clothesline. Latino ducks out of harms way and when Torak turns around he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. Latino struggles to lift Torak…but just about manages to lift him overhead with a Northern Lights Suplex, dropping Torak to the ground again. Latino lies prone for a moment to recover before eventually finding the inspiration for continuing on.
He gets to his feet and stumbles across to the door leading into the building. He pulls the handle…but the door doesn’t budge. He tries push but it still doesn’t move. The door is rather sturdy so kicking it in any condition, let alone the exhausted one that Latino is in right now, won’t do much good. He is downhearted but he knows it is important to carry on.
He hears Torak grunting as he starts getting to his feet. He needs to find a way to subdue him again so that he can look for another entry point. Torak rises and seems intent on revenge. He charges at his foe again and another battle erupts. They exchange blows, each one weakening the opponent down further than they have ever gone before. Latino takes a swing and catches Torak in the chin before Torak manages to retaliate with a right hand to the forehead of Latino. Latino stumbles backwards allowing Torak another shot. He hits a merciless punch to the nose which knocks him further back. Torak winds up and charges at him with another clothesline. Latino ducks it again and is now on the offensive. He lifts a stern knee to the midsection of Torak which causes him to double over in pain. Latino feels that this is the right moment. He hooks Torak’s arm and drapes it over his head and locks in a front facelock.
At first is appears that he doesn’t have the energy to lift him but he does eventually manage it…hitting an almost perfect suplex on the hard ground. That’s not all he has in mind either as he twists his hips in a tired fashion but surely enough manages to pull Torak to his feet again. He follows up with another suplex, again not perfectly executed due to the condition of Latino but it is enough to keep Torak subdued. Then comes the hard part…can he go for another one?
He manages to sort-of twist his hips and he heaves Torak up off the ground. He begins to lift Torak, but he’s too heavy. He delivers a hard uppercut to the jaw and tries again, but once more with no luck. He releases the hold and delivers a clean elbow strike to the face of Torak before pulling out all the stops. He sets him up for the third and final suplex to complete The Three Shots…he lifts Torak up into the air, drops backwards and they both come crashing down…THROUGH THE GROUND!
They disappear out of sight through the ground and down onto a level below. It appears that they managed to land on a cellar door that was hard to spot in the darkness of the building’s shadow. Down below, in a basement area of the ACW arena the two fallen warriors lie near each other. They are both motionless and are mostly concealed in the darkness of the room they now occupy.
The scene fades out, still without a conclusion to this match.
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