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Post by Latino on Aug 16, 2006 16:01:58 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: HeatwaveSaturday 26th August 2006 Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------------------------- Tag Team Turmoil V-3 & Vanity Jane vs. The Santanas ------------------------------------------------- Triple Threat Match Hitman of the Gods vs. Rena vs. D. Mainer ------------------------------------------------- Dan White vs. Alexander Starkweather ------------------------------------------------- ACW Entertainment Title Match The Only Reds Fan vs. Jonny Spade ------------------------------------------------- Papylov the Explorer vs. Richard Parker ------------------------------------------------- ACW Light-HeavyWeight Title Match Scott Andrews vs. Vince Hall – ------------------------------------------------- Kudo Yasuda vs. Jake Cheng ------------------------------------------------- Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson vs. Wyvern ------------------------------------------------- ACW Tag Team Title Match Flower Power vs. Weapons of Mass Destruction ------------------------------------------------- ACW International Championship - Iron Man Match Rattlesnake vs. Santiago Rivera ------------------------------------------------- ACW World Title - Ladder Match BK London vs. Victor “Latino” Laureano
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 13:55:54 GMT -5
The opening shot of Heatwave 2006 fades in slowly; it is an outside shot of the ACW arena, with the evening light gently dissipating. There is just a hint of the Fall to come, but for tonight, there is one last chance to enjoy the summer warmth.
The shot shifts to the main arena, and as soon as the crowd sees themselves on the alphatron, they burst into life, shouting, waving and making as much noise as they can. The cameras pan around, capturing the best of the signs and banners, before the alphatron cuts out, and the first scene of the evening begins…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:13:03 GMT -5
Title: The Earth Says Hello (Credit: Starkweather)
Another day, another sunny Los Angeles morning. He’d arrived at his office and was taking his coffee, black, while sitting at his desk and looking out his window at the finches pecking away at the ants in the grass. His first patient wasn’t for roughly half an hour, as they generally didn’t file in until after eight a.m., so he was afforded some small amount of time to collect his thoughts for the day.
He had six patients for the day, which equaled out to, oh… Seven, eight hundred dollars total. Yes, psychology did pay quite a bit. It had to. Considering how much he had to spend on school to become one. He’d opened his practice in his twenties, about 6 or 7 years ago, and Ms. Merriweather had been his secretary for two years now. His previous secretary had moved to San Francisco and Ms. Merriweather moved from a rival to him since he was paying her quite a bit more for the same services. The prim, pressed woman was very businesslike when the occasion called for it but was generally a kind person.
Almost on cue, his intercom beeped lowly and he pressed the button to respond.
“Yes, Ms. Merriweather?”
“Dr. Starkweather, your nine o’clock called t’say ‘e’ll bit a bit late.”
“Very good. Thank you, Ms. Merriweater.”
“Somethin’ th’matter??”
“No, no. Nothing. I’m fine. If you could, could you have the deli down the street send a boy over with a bag of bagels? I’m feeling a bit peckish.”
“I’ll get right to it, Doctor.”
The intercom clicked off and he took another sip of the bitter black liquid. He never did like the taste of coffee much, he might switch to tea if the compunction struck him. Mind drifting toward other things, he stared blankly out the window at nothing in particular.
His match with a certain Dan White was foremost in his thoughts, a Falls Count Anywhere match to be precise. Somewhat sudden booking, yes, but the premise of being able to go anywhere while still being able to pin the opponent was an interesting one. He’d never wrestled the man before, however, so rose from his chair and started across his office to open the top drawer of a nearby steel-blue filing cabinet.
“Chance Emmerson… Crisis… Ah.”
He removed the dossier on Dan White, he returning to his desk and reclining back while looking at a handful of pictures. Two promotional and three action, namely he doing his more common finishing maneuvers. Under those pictures was a short data sheet on him, which was then picked up and given a once-over.
“Dan White. Nicknames is The Welsh Dragon, goes without saying that he is from Wales. Interesting style comes out of that area… Twenty-one championships from various organizations, two King of the Death Match tournaments won, and only 25... Hm. Not that much accomplished in ACW, sadly, two midcard titles in his tenure. Quite a few shots at titles, though… Perhaps he chokes under pressure..”
He flipped the page to the match tactics and unique moves are of the sheet, the second page filled with shorthand in Starkweather’s handwriting.
“Hm… This one has quite the moves list. Stunt Bomb: Stalling Uranage Lift into Sit-Out Slam. Easily countered with an arm submission. Shellshock seems dangerous, even if he lifted the name from Alex Shelley. 75 Mile-Per-Hour Kick… Simple enough, move out of the way. Same sees to go for the rest of the striking moves. At least he doesn‘t use a Shining Wizard.”
He paused to sip his coffee and grimace once again at the taste.
“Dragon’s Flare is another matter altogether. Avoid that.”
He sat back once more, tossing the two stapled-together pages back into the folder before closing it. Ms. Merriweather’s blue Tiburon was pulling back into the parking lot so he stood up to greet her. Just as he turned to the door something caught his eye, the glint of the sun off of the glass of a framed picture sitting on his desk. He paused and picked it up. A woman, perhaps in her late twenties, smiled back at him. She wore a dark sweater and had shoulder-length dark hair, and a bright smile.
Maria.
Fade…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:14:26 GMT -5
Segment: Monkey Sex and Go-Go Girls by Vanity Jane (edits made by Sae)
"Let's just get this over with .."
Vanity Jane is shown in a dark interviewing room with a pair of thick sunglasses on and an interviewer in front of her. (It’s not Kevin or Charlotte, perhaps ACW is giving work experience placements now). This is an exclusive ACW interview. Fans cheer excitedly as Vanity Jane is shown not as catty as she usually is. She pulls out a mirror as she smiles in it and looks back at the interviewer as he offers her some water.
Vanity Jane "No, thanks. How is it that you're just sitting there and not asking questions? Just gawking at my beautiful self ... it's just not right. But then again, you're the ones who are paying me."
Interviewer "Sorry, Ms. Jane. I am sure everyone would like to know ... what are your needs or intentions of coming back to the Alpha Championship Wrestling arena, not as your exclusive past name 'Jade' but as Vanity Jane?"
Vanity Jane "You've got to start it like this, and it's you they're looking to. They look to you for the answers. They look to you for the final decision on to go on or stay and cry. Is this what you want or is this what I want? Sometimes, people are here to make others happy and sometimes people are here just to be happy. Most of the time, we can't make everyone happy, so why do we try? Why do we try to make people happy when you KNOW they will never be satisfied with what they have. They want more. They HUNGER more. They will never be happy. Is this because they don't know... what is what? They don't know what they want? What do they want? They want to be like you and me. They want to be happy."
Interviewer "I don't see where you're going with this."
Vanity Jane "You never see where I go with anything. No one has. I've always played that nice person. That person who everyone wanted to be 'friends' with. You know, its hard being me. Dealing with lesbians wanting every inch of my body. You know ... this body wasn't built for a woman! No woman could handle being Jaded nor Headlined. This body wasn't made for a man either. I haven't met a man who could hold up his self when he was in need. No man asks for help nor asks for anything. Men are egotistical little perverts who need attention without actually asking for it. Women are manipulative little whores who make you give them attention without even asking. Why would you want to be with those kinds of people? You know what good people are? GOOD people are like me .. me and my TAG partner, Sae. Sae has always been there for me. When I was drunk, Sae was there. Where was Yoko when I was down, drinking myself to sleep? She was out ... at lesbian clubs or whatever, moping about how I dislike her or how I won't sleep with her. Ya know, I can't get in everyone's pants!"
Both share a laugh as Vanity Jane takes the bottled water. She slightly sips on the water as the interviewer jots down a few notes. A spark of interest pulls out as he stops writing and smiles at Vanity Jane.
Interviewer "You brought up Ms. Satoshi, am I correct?"
Vanity Jane "Hey, you're the interviewer ... didn't you hear me say YO-KO?"
Interviewer "Well, could you tell me what happened between your relations of Yoko Satoshi? What are your thoughts upon her current girlfriend and tag partner Sarin?"
Vanity Jane "Sarin? Who the hell is that? My replacement? Heh, lately I've seen Yoko Satoshi with her. That little she devil has Yoko wrapped around her little finger. Even had Yoko do the unthinkable and kiss her between the legs. I'm sure Yoko would do just about anything for the one they loved except let them job 'er. Can you imagine that? Amazing."
Suddenly, *BLAM!!* the front door to the interviewing room was kicked open as a strong manly voice was heard.
"What the HELL is going on? VJ, what are you talking about?"
Vanity Jane "Oh, shit!"
Camera man turns the camera up to the person who kicked open the door as Vanity Jane begins to laugh hysterically. She stands up and gives the person a hug as they both sit down with the interviewer.
Vanity Jane "Look at this here … we've got a double threat for ya here. Instead of getting one amazing superstar, you get TWO from A-C-W. Uh, son! How you like that!? You like that? I know you do!"
Interviewer "Well, I indeed do like it and I see, who is this may I ask?"
This awesome guy grabs the interviewer's recorder and speaks with his deep, smooth voice as the tension in the room grows.
"I am .. not V-3. *In a deep voice* I am God... *clears throat* I mean erm, I am now known as Sae, who will be one of the greatest wrest-"
Vanity Jane interrupts her "uber buff and sex-ay and suave and just play cool to a Fonz like level" partner in crime as she smirks at the stupid interviewer.
Vanity Jane "Note that he IS the greatest wrestler of ACW."
Sae "Thank you, Jane but now us as a tag team ... how can anyone NOT see us as a threat. A double threat as a matter a fact."
Vanity Jane "That's right, we're gonna make ALL see that Sae and VJ are such the team. I don't know what is more genius of an idea... Sae and VJ or VJ and Sae. Who gives a damn because really we are just that better than most ‘tag teams’ in ACW! "
Interviewer "So, what do you believe your outcome of tonight's match is going to be then?"
Vanity Jane "What the FUCK kind of question is THAT?! DIDN'T YOU SEE ME KICK THEIR ASS OVER THE DAMN BORDER FROM FUCKING-"
Sae "Ok, as much as I usually find racism funny, this is well, erm, not funny? Well, either way, chill ya grill there Jane. We`ll win. And VJ here -wow, its kinda on callin someone else V-something- erm, she can do it single handedly, again. We as a team have yet to lose but the only way we've lost it is cause of ... well ..."
Vanity Jane "CAUSE OF STUPID, SHITTY RULES! THE MAN KEEPS TRYIN TO KEEP US DOWN, MAN!"
Interviewer "The Man?"
Sae "Oh great, here comes "The MAN" speech again."
Vanity Jane " .. yeah, man. The MAN. He's always tryin' to keep us down like we don't know shit, when we really know what the hell's going on. That's the ting. I am just too much for the Man. So much he knows... oh, he fucking knows that if I ever get the chance to actually move past this or even Sae going past through the 'Lower Card'. What the hell is for the 'Lower Card'? Most-"
Sae "Ok, cue the ACW anagram speech..."
Vanity Jane "-of it is already played talent that has NOTHING of talent or entertainment for that matter in ACW. Do you even know what the hell that stands for?"
Sae "Told ya it was comin`."
Interviewer "A .. C... W...?"
Vanity Jane "Yeah! The damn wrestlin’ company who asked you to do this Vanity Jane interview! ALPHA ... CHAMPIONSHIP ... WRASSLIN'! This ain't about BK London or Latino! This ain't even about those damn Hippie Lesbians 'Flower Power'. Note even the Senatorial Stable is about this. THIS IS ABOUT ACW! As far as I know, until you get your damn facts straight, THIS interview is over!"
Fans cheer as Vanity Jane stands up with Sae right behind her. Sae trying to console his tag partner as she goes off in a rampage, cursing like a pirate, an angry pirate, a gay pirate, with eyeliner, kinda like a cross between Jack Sparrow and Davey Jones *cheap PotC:DMC plug*.
Vanity Jane "Man, I ain't got no time for this shit. I am so sick and tired of them tryin' to get me an interview with some idiot who doesn't even know who the hell I am nor what the hell professional wrestling is... who the hell set this up?!"
Scene fades as Vanity Jane and Sae are shown walking down the halls as Vanity Jane continues to run her motor of a mouth. I mean, this girl can talk am I right? I'm a horrible narrator.
Fade out.
Sae "WAIT!!! I haven't sung a song yet!"
Un-fade out...
Sae "*Clears throat* Ahem, "Fuck tha police comin straight from the underground, young nigga got bad cuz I'm brown. and not the other color so police think, they think they have the authority to kill a minority." Ok, fade out now guy."
Fade out... finally.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:15:55 GMT -5
Segment: A New Beginning (Credit: Dan Mainer)
OOC: This segment covers all of my fed ongoings, the same segment is being posted in GWF and ACW who will all be getting the same references as you are.
The camera flicks on and you can see the Vegas skyline. It’s a cold and dark Tuesday night but it’s not raining. There’s a buzz of activity down in the streets below as you can see hundreds among thousands of people all flocking to a new building.
The camera zooms into to an 8 floor building which seems almost palacial, the cream walls littered with golden lights, it could blind. The lights crisscross all around the building, the building is about half a mile in width/height from a topdown view. The building is nothing short of huge.
The people are all chattering, waiting for it to open. Suddenly fireworks fire off into the sky sending red, white and blue sparks a mile high. The fireworks are soon accompanied by a laser show getting “Ooh’s and Aaah’s” from the Vegas crowd.
There are people of all kinds here, male and female, rich and poor, black and white, young and old, politicians, avid gamblers, police officers, workers and every kind of person imaginable. The fireworks show continues for a few minute until finally the show reaches it’s peak with rapid fire fireworks spelling out “Vegas”.
There’s a blue/red buzzing neon sign at the top of the building spelling out “Casino Mainer”. On a balcony on the top floor, a man steps out wearing black suit pants, a white shirt and a pinstripe sleeveless jacket that exposes most of the chest is holding a microphone.
Mainer: WHAT’S UP VEGAS!!!
The crowd roar loudly in cheers. They’ve all showed up for the opening of this casino.
Mainer: I’m 8 floors up! I can’t hear you!!
The crowd roar REALLY loudly, deafeningly loud.
Mainer: I STILL. CAN’T HERE YOU!!!!
The crowd cheer so loudly that you can probably hear it 3 planets down the solar system. The cheering is bouncing everywhere giving a truly electric atmosphere.
Mainer: ALRIGHT! THIS CASINO IS NOW OPEN, FOR ENTERTAINMENT BABY! WOOO!!!!
The doors burst open as the avid gamblers or hotel stayers storm in by the hundreds. Early 20’s and Old Men go to the bar/dance area.
Some of the richer people go to play the big money games like “Wheel of Fortune” while some Soccermom’s who haven’t managed to run their kids well have gone to play on the slot machines. The casino floor is a hive of activity.
Mainer puts his hands on the balcony edge and looks down below watching the crowds flock and give up all their money for the fun of it. Mainer then spins on his heels and walks inside, into a beautiful hotel room. Asian style wall panelling with 3 sliding doors, one leading to a bathroom, one leading to a bedroom, one leading outside, a wide screen TV with a couch, and there’s laminate flooring.
Mainer walks through the hotel room and opens the slide door to the exit. He steps out into another room with the same Asian theme. He slides the door shuts and pulls out a keycard from his jacket pocket. He slides it into a slot and the door clicks shut. He walks down the corridor with the same theme as the hotel room, the entire floor is an Asian theme.
He walks down the corridor and gets the choice of going left or right. He quickly darts right and then left and gets to the elevator corridor. There are 2 armed guards (with .45 Pistols) standing by the elevators. He walks over but the guard quickly draws his gun and points it at Mainer.
Guard: WHO ARE YOU! What are you doing up here?!?!
The guard stares dead straight faced at Dan but soon his face gives way and he cracks up into laughter.
Guard: HAHAHAHAHA! Your face then, that was freakin’ hilarious man!
Mainer: Yeah OK whatever. Stand aside…
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:17:48 GMT -5
Match 1: Tag Team Turmoil V-3 & Vanity Jane vs. The Santanas (Credit: Jack Jefferson) As the cameras return to the ring Philip is climbing up the steps and entering the ring via the middle rope. He reaches mid-ring as the fan noise begins to die down, they know that if they want the action to continue they will have to let Philip make his announcements.Philip: Introducing first, the team of Diego ‘Cool Flame’ Santana and Felix Santana Jr, they are The Santanas!! ‘Gasolina’ by Daddy Yankee hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild. Diego and Felix step out through the curtains and strike a quick pose before sprinting down to the ring and sliding quickly in. Each member of the team takes up a position on an opposite turnbuckle and raises their arms, their faces a picture of confidence.Philip: And their opponents…firstly, weighing in at 127lbs and standing at 5’7” tall… Vanity Jane!! Cameras starts flashing for pictures of Vanity Jane in heavy black eye wear as the lights dim down. Vanity Jane comes from the back with a mirror in one hand, wearing her "Vanity is Jealous" tank top with a black tie over her neck, a pair of regular black boyshorts, and a pair of black boots with the signature VJ at the tips of the toes. Camera man zooms into her face as she has the million dollar grin across her face. She kisses herself in the mirror and hands it off to the camera man while her lip prints are shown off on the mirror. She walks seductively torwards the ring as fans make as much noise as possible to distract her focus. She struts down into the ring with a bit of a runway look to add to the conceited attitude. She primps her hair a bit and sneers at her opponents with a bit of a snobby smile. She puts her arms in the air as she slides into the ring and points at the fulfilled VJ fans in the arena. She takes off her tie in a stripper like style as she circles around the ring, watching her opponent with her dark, cat-like eyes.Philip: And her partner…weighing in at 220lbs and standing at 6’1” tall… Sae!! ‘The Sound of Revenge (Intro)’ by Chamillionaire hits the speakers and Sae struts out onto the ramp looking hyped. He grins as he poses mid-way down the ramp, much to the discontent of the fans. He struts down to the ring, but instead of climbing into the squared circle he lifts the apron and pulls out a chair from underneath the ring. At this point the referee looks extremely anxious and warns Sae not to even think about using the chair. Sae simply laughs and opens the chair, sitting down on it, as Jane flies at Felix Santana, catching him off guard.Bell Rings. Jane proceeds to rain down blows upon Felix Santana until the ref reaches the 5-count and forces her to relent. She drags Felix over to the ropes and begins choking him with the bottom rope until the referee once again forces her to stop. She drags a gagging Felix to his feet and sends him tumbling out of the ring via a picture-perfect dropkick, prompting Diego to enter the ring and hit Jane with a clubbing blow from behind. This distracts the referee which allows Sae to attack Felix using the chord for one of the cameras, choking him while the crowd boo loudly. The referee turns around as Sae lets go of Felix, holds his hands in the air to protest his innocence and sits back down on his chair, leaving Felix gurgling on the floor as Jane slips out of the ring. She throws Felix back into the ring and covers him but only manages a 2 count. She slaps the mat in frustration and screams. This allows Felix to crawl over to the ropes and tags in Diego who charges into the ring, planting a boot on the back of Jane’s head which causes Jane to yelp in pain. Whilst she is lay on the mat Diego attempts to lock in a Headscissors Submission but Jane manages to roll out of it, leaping to her feet and delivering a kick to Diego’s temple. Diego rolls onto his back and Jane hits him with a Devious Drop, followed by a cover, but once again Jane can only manage a 2-count and once again this obviously frustrates her, however this time she avoids letting her opponent get a tag, instead dragging him to his feet by pulling his hair. Jane follows this by driving her thumb into the right eye of Diego, which is clearly a way to show that she is in complete contempt of him and has no respect for him at all. As he recoils in pain she hooks his head under her arm and hits him with a Snap Suplex which achieves another 2-count for her. Once again she shows her frustration, motioning for Sae to enter the ring. He climbs onto the apron and accepts the tag, climbing into the ring looking pumped up. He rushes at Diego, who is slowly dragging himself towards Felix, and delivers a vicious dropkick to the back of Diego’s skull which very nearly knocks him out. Sae poses for a moment, while the fans boo him, before dragging a groggy Diego to his feet. Sae bounces of the rope and rushes at Diego, who is limp and helpless at this point, hitting him with a combination of punches, kicks and elbows known as the Platinum Allstar. If Diego wasn’t knocked out after the dropkick he is now and Sae tosses his limp body in the direction of Felix, who reaches out and tags himself in. Unfortunately for Felix he runs straight into Sae’s boot. Sae swiftly manoeuvres himself around to Felix’s head and pulls him to his feet. Sae grins mercilessly as he sets Felix up for a Double-Underhook Piledriver, bouncing Felix’s head off the mat. His work done, Sae tags Jane back in. She slowly pulls Felix to a vertical base, clearly enjoying herself. She spits in his face, the saliva is followed swiftly by a loud slap which causes the fans to boo; they can see Jane is just toying with Felix before she finishes him off. The end follows abruptly as Jane hits Felix with the C-4 known as The Headliner. The 1, 2, 3 is elementary. Philip: And your winners, by way of pinfall… Vanity Jane and Sae!! The fans shower the winning pair with boos as they celebrate mid-ring. Kicking out the near unconscious Santanas as they do so.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:19:04 GMT -5
Segment: Messages (Credit: Dan Mainer)
Back to Mr. Mainer backstage. The guard gets out of the way, Mainer does a 360 spin on his heels then points out his finger and pushes the button. The elevator counter shows it’s on the third floor. It quickly sails up to first and a bundle of people flock out of the lifts all going to their hotel rooms. People of all ages. Mainer walks in and turns around, he presses the 9th button and almost as soon as it starts it stops.
The door opens out into a crispy Vegas night again. The roof is empty as of now. There’s a 20 metre by 20 metre box at the top, which is a building. Mainer walks over to the door and sticks a key in it. It clicks open and Mainer steps through into a secretary’s office.
Mainer: Hey babe. Any new messages?
Laura Manson: Yeah. We’ve already made 1,000 dollars. The party is a huge success and what else… Oh yeah! Zane Landers rang. He said your facing Hunter Harry in the first round.
Mainer’s face description from each word.
Zane = WOO! Landers= Double WOO! Rang= Still WOO He, said, your and facing = OH MY GOD!!! Hunter Harry= Ah crap.
Mainer: I have to face that loser?
Laura: Yeah. But don’t worry, the contest is easier and Harry will be NOTHING more than a warm up for the truly great stars in that contest. And soon you’ll prove to yourself that you’re the greatest superstar in not just Vegas, but the ENTIRE. WORLD.
Mainer: Yeah true, Hunter is a pushover. It’s only because that idiot Splash has been literally holding the title around his waist. Hunter’s the kind of guy who jacks off to the Janet Jackson expose.
Laura: Yeah true. Oh and that moron Daniels obviously hasn’t heard there’s a challenge waiting for him, for a Number 1. Contenders match. Oh and a parcel came through for you, it’s on your desk.
Mainer: OK thanks Laura. Anything else?
Laura: You’re facing Rena and HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTMAAAAAN!!!! At Heatwave in ACW.
Mainer: Cool, anything else Laura?
Laura: Your T-Shirt making business is booming, we’ve got demands for a Underbaker and Freako t-shirts already.
Mainer: Wow, I didn’t know they were that popular. Oh well I got stuff to do. Cya later Laura.
Laura: Cya later Dan.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:20:46 GMT -5
Segment: The Syndicate Cubed (Credit: Jake and BK)
When we come back from a short commercial break endorsing the new Best of Fallout DVD Vol.1 , the crowd eagerly waits for what is to come next during this pay-per-view extravaganza, when suddenly they heard two words that might possibly make their night.
OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH LAAAAATINOOOOOOOOOOOO
The crowd cheers and out walks....BK Latino? Then behind him comes RK (Rawt Kitsune for all of the thick-headed), holding his cat, Peter Parker. They wait at the ramp as “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi hits and the Judo Chesuda. The three meet up on the stage before walking down to the ring. As Judo enters the ring, BK Latino shimmies his way up the ring steps and into the ring as the fans in the front row shimmy in unison. RK hikes up his dress, and steps over the top rope to enter the ring with his porcelain cat, Peter Parker.
BK Latino: Orale ese vatos, Mi casa es su casa! Papas Fritas con bicicleta! This is the newest stable in ACW, THE SYNDICATE CUBED!
The crowd boos at the obvious parody of their World Champion. Jake...er Judo grabs the mic from BK Latino and begins to tell his story to the crowd, who is already booing him.
Judo: I am Judo, the savior of the light-heavyweights, and after all the savioring I do, and this is how you treat me? I mean look at the light-heavyweight division now, and look it a month ago when I set out to purify it. IT’S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT! There are all new contenders and people are actual interested in it.
One member of the audience yells “Light Heavyweight champions sucks.” Judo, breaking character, attempts to jump at the guy, but RK nods and Jake stops.
Judo: Ahem, sorry about that. I tend to snap sometimes. I have an alter ego, the Great JUDA. And yes, that is all capitalized. Don’t ask me why, it just is. But sometimes he just comes out and doesn’t go away for a month or so, then I’m Judo again. R3 REPRESENT!!
Judo does the Rey Mysterio taunt, for the lack of a better name, and raises his arms in the air before giving the microphone over to BK Latino.
Latino: BAILAMOS...let the rhythm take you over BAILAMOS! Orale vatos, tonight ME - el worldo campeon - defends his title against that mal vato, BK London!
More boos surge from the crowd.
Latino: Now let me tell you somethin about this BK London, the man may be a former world campeon, a former international campeon, a former entertainment campeon, a former tag team campeon, a former light heavyweight campeon....
BK Latino takes a paper out of his pocket and puts on his glasses..
Latino: ....grand slam champeon, triple crown campeon, best heel of 2005, recipient of the best match of 2004...
BK Latino crumples up the paper and throws it aside.
BK Latino:...ok, the point is that he may be the most accomplished superstar in ACW history, but there is one thing he doesn't have. And that's the world championship! And the most beautiful wife in the world!
RK raises up his hand as BK Latino points to him and now BK Latino moves in closer. He grabs RK by the cheeks and looks at him.
BK Latino: RK? You've got a little rugged haven't you. Bulging muscles, dress that don't fit, not to mention a Chuck Norris beard. But that's ok, I still love you chula! And I'm definitely sure that Peter Parker over there will decimate Dora The Explorer tonight. So let Heatwave begin...and let's get the biggest party of the year started!
Judo whispers into BK Latino's ear.
BK: What do you mean that was last week?!
“Oye” by Pitbull sounds through the speakers suddenly and the three look around, they didn't cue for music or were finished with what they were about to say. But ah well, the three head out of the ring and up the ramp to a roar of boos from the crowd as we fade out into the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:22:12 GMT -5
Title: Retro Segments Are For Trend Whores (Credit: Starkweather)
The fifth anniversary was coming up next month.
He remembered that day in particular more vividly than he cared to remember it. He and she had been married for 3 years, she having divorced once prior, and they had the kind of relationship that was rather normal by any means of measurement. They were well-off as one could expect, he having met her at a conference in their chosen field. They shared a house and a German Shepherd named William The Conqueror. Y’know. The American Dream. They quarreled as much as any married couple did (though with bigger words) but were generally happy.
They’d met almost by accident and had hit it odd immediately, they both found one another fascinating. More than one night of the convention was spent simply talking in the hotel room about their profession and one another. This, of course, led to phone numbers being exchanged, and after a few months she made the transfer to LA so they could begin dating in earnest. Roughly one year later they moved in together, and in another half a year they were married.
He was at his office when it happened, that much he remembered.
It was raining outside, approaching nightfall, and he was just getting done with a patient when the current secretary informed him he had an urgent phone call. He shook hands before sending the patient on her way before picking up.
“Doctor Alexander Starkweather?”
“Speaking.”
“Sir, this is Doctor Tenanbaum at the Good Samaritan Hospital. I’m calling to inform you that your wife has been in a car accident. Complications arose, so the more quickly you can arrive the better.”
“Oh!… Oh, yes. I will be there as soon as I can.”
He charged out of his office, forgetting his coat and umbrella and informed the secretary to hold his calls and reschedule his appointments for the day. He practically sprinted toward his car and broke 80 down the turnpike, pulling in to the hospital’s parking lot and hurrying (soaking wet at this point) to the emergency wing. He was told what room she was in and nearly slipped and fell twice on the way there. He was stopped by the very same doctor who had called him earlier, he looking anxiously over the smaller and tired-looking fellow’s shoulder as he spoke.
“Mr. Starkweather, your wife was involved in a high-speed accident about an hour ago. By the early reports a car hydroplaned into her and sent her into the guardrail, she rebounded off of it to turn sideways. Upon hitting the car again, her vehicle was sent into a roll. The other driver swerved into a concrete barrier and was pronounced dead at the scene, but she had her seat belt on and the paramedics had to use the jaws of life to remove her from the vehicle. She sustained several internal injuries and lacerations, and we’re working on her as we speak. She’s in the OR, and I have to ask you to stay out here until we can see what exactly we have to do.”
Alexander agreed and stood back, he catching a glimpse of a group of men and women in scrubs working feverishly. He sat down, hands clasped between his knees, simply watching the clock as his legs worked up and down on the front soles of his feet.
Almost an hour passed.
He stood up again, wiping his eyes, as a dejected and noticeably scrubs-free Doctor Tenanbaum once again emerged from the Operating Room. He had taken off his gloves already and looked haggard, not entirely making eye contact with the man opposite him as he spoke again.
“We did all we could, but… Complications arose. She simply had too much head and spinal trauma, we couldn’t do anything about it on top of the other injuries she sustained.”
“Wait.”
The hardened eyes fixed themselves on the physician’s for a moment, then drifted over his shoulder to the now-quiet insides of the doorway from whence he came.
“…What’re you saying?”
“…I’m saying she’s dead, Doctor Starkweather. We did everything we could, but it couldn‘t be stopped.”
He sank back into the chair as Tenanbaum apologized once more and retreated, the scope of what had just happened suddenly crashing down on him.
Maria Starkweather, his wife, the only woman he had ever truly understood and the only woman who ever truly understood him, was pronounced dead at 8:47 pm.
The rain on the windows continued to slowly erode the world, uncaring.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:23:13 GMT -5
Segment: Interview (Credit: Dan Mainer)
Dan walks over to Laura and hugs her over the desk, then walks through to his office. He sees a package on the desk. He opens the parcel quickly and dumps out the contents. A headless Shelton Splash figure.
Mainer: HAHAHAHAHAHA! This is hilarious!!!
Suddenly, a buzzer appears and a communication system comes to life on the desk.
Laura: Dan, Mr. Hawk the interviewer is here. Shall I send him here?
Mainer: Go for it.
The door opens and a young nerdy type walks in. He’s wearing a coat, blue jeans and nike shoes, he’s got black hair which is slicked back and he’s extremely skinny.
Mainer: Sit down man.
The nerd sits down and pulls a notepad out.
Nerd: So, what are your plans for ACW?
Mainer: Well, if Flower Power don’t want me as a manager, then I guess I’ll continue in singles competition, I’m facing Miss Rena and Hitman at the Pay Per View.
Nerd: OK. And what about GWF?
Mainer: I plan to take Splash to hell and back in that Vegas Bloodhouse and take that Intercontinental title off of him and not any member of the Deadly Alliance can take it off me.
Nerd: And the Landers tournament?
Mainer: Hunter, you’ve got no respect and I’m going to kick a hole in your head and snap your arms in half.
Nerd: Finally, have you got anything else you’d like to say?
Mainer: Yeah, be it GWF, ACW or the Landers tournament, I’m damn sure going to stir it up. My message for GWF, when I walk out the Bloodhouse with that gold, ACW, I’ll pin either Rena or Hitman for a definite 1.2.3 and as for Hunter Harry, you better put those Janet Jackson pictures away because it’s gonna be all seriousness when I kick your ass and advance through the tournament.
Nerd: Thank you for your time Mr. Mainer.
Mainer: Any time.
The nerd gets up and a pocket gets caught on the desk, the pocket falls open and pictures fall out.
Mainer picks up the photos for the nerd and looks at them, they’re pictures of Laura Manson outside of her home.
Mainer: Oh it’s awwwnnnn.
Mainer kicks the nerd in the gut and hits a DDT. He then takes him into Manson’s office.
Manson: What’re you doing with him?
Mainer: Take your best shot, he’s been taking photos of you outside your home. Stalker.
Manson’s face turns to rage as she leaps over her desk and kicks the nerd in the balls, Mainer hoists up Nerd in an Electric Chair Drop position and Manson gets up on the desk. Manson launches forward hitting “The Doomsday Device”. The 2 take the notepad with all of the nerds notes off him and throw him out the door.
The camera switches around to the door which slams shut behind the nerd, the nerd picks himself up and leaves.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:24:24 GMT -5
Match 2: Triple Threat Match Hitman of the Gods vs. Rena vs. D. Mainer (Credit: HEEEEEEEEEEEETMAHN) Philip now enters the ring. (Straightforward, isn't it?) Philip: "The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York City, this is Rena Matheson!" "Beep" by the Pussycat Dolls is the first song that enters the arena and the male fans stand up from their seats. Rena appears onstage and walks down the ramp and boy howdy, let me tell you something, the janitor's going to have a hard time cleaning up that drool from the ground, dag burn it… Anyways, enough talking like a country boy. Rena enters the ring and raises her arms to the fans. Philip: "Introducing next, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 lbs, this is Danny "The Bladesman" Mainer!" "Vegas" by Jesper Kyd hits and the crowd pops nicely for the newcomer. In only his second match thus far in ACW, he hopes to make an even bigger impact. He goes down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans, before entering the ring. He stares down Rena, obviously showing no intimidation towards the competition. Philip: "And finally, from The New Masterpiece, weighing in at 453 lbs, he is accompanied to the ring by Serenity Ramirez, this is Hitman of the Gods!" The lights dim to black while we hear the opening keyboards of "Solitaire Unraveling" by Mushroomhead. Once the song fully kicks in, red lights begin to resonate throughout the arena. The crowd leaps to their feet with cheering. Hitman of the Gods steps through the curtain with Serenity at his side and makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans he passes by. Once the two reach the ring, Hitman gives a kiss to Serenity then steps onto the apron and slowly raises his arms. He tosses them down and lightning strikes the four ring posts. The lights come back to normal and Hitman steps over the top rope. As he approaches the center of the ring, the song fades and Hitman looks towards Rena and Mainer, daring them to bring it on. Bell rings. Now normally in a situation like this, it would be either every man for himself (or in Rena's case, herself) or gang up to take down the bigger man. That's not the case tonight. Rena approaches Mainer and connects with a spinning heel kick to his midsection, forcing him to double over. Rena then Irish whips Mainer into a waiting Hitman who nearly knocks Mainer out of his boots with a big clothesline. Mainer rolls himself out of the ring and the crowd is cheering the staredown between Rena and Hitman. These two obviously have no love lost after the events of Ragnarok 2006. Rena's chance at vengeance finally comes and she wasters no time in doling out kicks to her former boyfriend. Hitman simply shoves Rena off of him then shoulder blocks her down to the canvas for a one count. Hitman then advances towards Rena, who is sitting in the corner. Mainer leaps up from out of nowhere and jumps onto Hitman's back, trying to bring him down to his level with a sleeper hold. The big man doesn't really feel the effects and he tosses Mainer over his shoulder, causing him to sit in the corner in front of Rena. The crowd begins to cheer as Hitman pumps them up, possibly signaling for a newer move of his arsenal. Hitman stomps both Mainer and Rena then backs up. Rena manages to get out of dodge but Mainer isn't quite so lucky and he feels the wrath of The Good Ol' Squashing Boots. Hitman pins but surprisingly, Mainer is able to kick out before three. Mainer is brought up to his feet and is whipped off the ropes by Hitman. Rena manages to save the young man's career from a boot by pulling down the top rope. Mainer falls to the outside but manages to land on his feet, much to the delight of his fanbase. Hitman goes over to confront them but Rena and Mainer both grab Hitman's head and drop him neck-first against the ropes. The giant is temporarily stunned and Rena uses the opportunity to head to the top rope. She flies off into a crossbody but is caught by Hitman. Mainer then heads up to the top rope and launches off with a clothesline that brings the giant down. Rena puts teamwork aside and catches Mainer with the Lightning Inside Cradle, producing a two count. Both are up to their feet as Rena tries for her Chick Kick. Mainer manages to avoid the kick then counters a slap with a hammerlock. Rena is forced down to the canvas and Mainer lunges up and drops his knee onto the diva. Mainer rolls over Rena but only gets a two count for his efforts. The crowd applauds Mainer's style of offense and he responds to their support with a swinging neckbreaker for yet another two count. Mainer picks up Rena once again but is rocked with punches to the midsection followed by a jawbreaker. Hitman is still getting to his feet, obviously having taken the clothesline the wrong way. Mainer and Rena notice the big man and wonder if they should take him out of the picture altogether. They agree to do so and they both charge at the big man, looking for a double clothesline. Hitman isn't finished quite yet as he grabs the throats of both competitors. He brings them up into the air and connects with a double Raging Titan. On the outside, Serenity cheers on her giant boyfriend. Hitman gets the crowd behind him and charges at Mainer, knocking him down to the canvas with a clothesline. Rena becomes the recipient of a shoulder block before Mainer is propped up into the turnbuckle. Hitman looks at the fans and brings an overhand chop crashing down onto Mainer's chest. The crowd shudders at the chop as Rena gets up jumps onto Hitman's back, trying to cinch in her Fade to Black. Hitman doesn't feel the effects and he counters the attempt with a sidewalk slam. Rena slowly rolls out of the ring as Hitman sees Mainer standing. He reels in the newcomer and brings him up with a Canadian backbreaker hold. The fans are cheering and Hitman nods to them and brings Mainer crashing down to the canvas with the Silver Bullet. It looks like Hitman will pick up the win until… THUMP!The noise gets Hitman's attention and he turns around to see Serenity lying against the steel steps. Hitman grows concerned and he exits the ring to check up on his girl. The match is the last thing on his mind and he doesn't notice Rena, sneaking into the ring. Rena hooks a leg of Mainer and picks up the 1-2-3. Philip: "Here is your winner, Rena Matheson!" The crowd is split 50/50, some cheering Rena for picking up the win and others booing for her questionable tactics. She leaves the ring and walks backwards up the ramp, raising her arms to the fans. Hitman holds Serenity in his arms as the viewers at home are treated to a replay, which shows Rena whipping Serenity into the steps. Serenity looks up at Hitman and apologizes for costing him the match. Hitman reassures her then turns back to the ring and sees Mainer beginning to get to his feet. Hitman sets Serenity down for a second then re-enters the ring. He goes over to Mainer and helps him up. He then shakes his hand and tells him that he's got a bright future in ACW. Mainer smiles and leaves the ring to a very nice applause from the fans. Hitman then exits the ring and picks up Serenity in his arms, heading to the back with the fans cheering him on. Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:25:09 GMT -5
Title: Dragon Slayer (Credit: Starkweather)
Billowing steam covered up the night-vision filter on the camera for a moment as it clicked on. It seemed to be situated on a tripod or some stable surface, as it was unmoving and still aside from the drifting wisps of bioluminescent vapor.
“All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when we are far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out bait to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him. If he is secure at all points, be prepared for him. If he is superior in strength, evade him. If your opponent is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him. Pretend to be weak, that he may grow arrogant. If he is taking his ease, give him no rest. If his forces are united, separate them. Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.”
A figure, spattered with some unknown substance, leaned into camera range. He wore no mask but held it in his hands, almost as if contemplating it.
“Sun Tzu was a wise man. A great general. A true hero for his country. There is a distinct difference between a hero and a patriot, Dan White.”
His eyes glanced up at the lens of the camera, the barest hint of a smile crossing his face.
“Patriotism is simply an archaic form of bigotry. A “My country is better than yours” mindset that leads to things such as the current troubles in the middle east, eastern Europe and parts of Africa. To be a hero for your country is one thing, a noble thing, but to be a patriot, draping yourself in your native land’s flag, that is simply foolish pride.”
He turned and leaned against one of the machines of the boiler room, which was where he seemed to be.
“I am not a patriot. I am not a hero. I am a villain. And the villain is always more important than the hero, Dan White. Without the villain, there is no reason for heroes. And I am…”
He looked down at the brilliant (in the night vision filter anyway) mask in his hands, the dark outline of “PLEASE STOP ME” clearly visible on the deranged smiley face resting in his hands.
“Very good at playing the part. Your football tackles may work on a man who actually concerns himself with physical pain. I can assure you that you’re going to need to break something very important to keep me on my back for three seconds. You are the Dragon and I am the Slayer, Dan White.”
He slipped the mask on, adjusting it before turning to the camera once more. His posture was slouched, his hands clenched and unclenched rhythmically.
“And I will drive the lance into your heart despite your efforts.”
He turned and slunk off, taking a right and ending up off-camera. He had preparations to make.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:27:00 GMT -5
Segment: Hype of the Century (There Seems To Be A Pattern...) (Credit: Hunter / AK)
The lights die down in a matter of moments as the fans relax from the previously viewed scene. The Alphatron flickers on, and all of the fans instantly turn their attention to its majestic and haunting image in a matter of moments. And the first image that they see is a dark jungle, whose interior is not for the feint of heart. And inside the fans find the glimpse of a small, fury, and gray creature crawling up a tree. The creature turns around and reveals itself to be Papylov the Explorer.
A DANGEROUS BEAST FROM THE WILD AND UNHOLY DEPTHS OF AUSTRALIA!
Cut to the image of a shadowy figure stalking through the halls of ACW. It leaps out of the shadows and the image freezes.
THE FEARED AND CUNNING MASTERMIND!
Back to the jungle, where Papylov the Explorer starts a frantic run out of the jungle.
THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME...
Once he comes to the line between the jungle and a normal field, he stops.
...WILL HE TAKE IT?
Papylov takes a deep breath in...and the picture cuts to Richard Parker charging through the halls at an eerie speed.
A CAT...
He pauses before a door and looks up at it thoughtfully.
...IN A HAT!
Cut back to Papylov, who steps over the boundary set forth before him. A multitude of wild beasts instantly surround him.
ONE CAN DEFEAT IMPOSSIBLE ODDS!
Papylov proceeds to spin kick the hell out of a nearby cheetah, and then he head-butts a wild boar. Cut back to Parker, who continues to sit before the door. It opens, and Latino appears above him.
THE OTHER CAN WITHSTAND LATINO!
Latino lunges at him in a drunk manner, but the cat quickly leaps up and scurries over him. Cut back to Papylov, who stands nonchalantly on top of a pile of dead animals. He then proceeds to crack open a beer and gulp it down as Hunter appears above him, and the scenery becomes dark.
THE MASTER OF PERPETUAL DARKNESS!
Parker leaps over a few random obstacles and eventually lands in AK's lap.
THE FELINE OF INFINITE DESTRUCTION!
Papylov begins to run to the screen at the beat of "Down Under” by Men at Work.
PAPYLOV THE EXPLORER!
Parker also runs toward the screen, though this time to the beat of Ted Nugent's "Cat Scratch Fever."
RICHARD PARKER!
The two animals now are seen running towards each other.
THE FIRST EVER HARDCORE INFERNO CATAPULT TABLES LADDERS CHAIRS CAGE IN A CELL WITH LEMON JUICE AND TOMATO SAUCE ELECTRIC HELLFIRE IRON MAIDEN CHEESE ROLLING GUILLOTINE LIGHT-TUBES SHIN KICKING THUMBTACKS ILLEGAL BORDER CROSSING ROCK PAPER SCISSORS BOG SNORKELING SINGAPORE CANE BADMINTON SOCCER DICTIONARY CHAINS IN ALICE ARK OF THE COVENANT PASS THE PARCEL EXPLODING BOMBS TORNADO ERUPTION SEISMIC EARTHQUAKE HEAD IN A BOX DEATHMATCH!
Just before they collide, the picture freezes, and the ominous forms of Hunter and AK appear over their respective pets. The music stops, and a single word appears over this image:
TONIGHT!
And with that, the video cuts out, and then cut back in backstage, where certain events are just about to take place...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:28:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Dan White vs. Alexander Starkweather (Credit: Dan) The fans have quietened down after the previous match, but this one should generate just as much noise as the last as Philip enters the ring.Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere match! The crowd pop.McNally: Well this match, despite being only the second one of the card, proves to be an exciting encounter, despite the fact that these two haven’t even uttered word to each other prior to this match. Edison: Well whatever the Chairman was up to, these two men have had a lot of experience with blood and guts in the past, so if you like to live life to the extreme, this is your type of match! Philip: Coming first to the ring, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 225 lbs…”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White! The lights fade as “I Wanna Be Adored” hits, and a spotlight focuses on the top of the ramp. Dan walks out, with the Welsh flag on his back (like how the British Bulldog used to do back in the day). He slowly walks down to the ring, with the spotlight following but as it reaches the bottom of the ramp, the spotlight turns off and red and green lights flash around the arena. Dan then drops the flag and climbs the steps, climbing into the ring and then onto two turnbuckles. He jumps down, and the lights go back to normal.McNally: The Welsh Dragon has been in his prime over the passed few weeks, and looks to be making the final push he craves in order to get near the World title contenders. Edison: Yeah, six wins on the spin is impressive, but Starkweather won’t be an easy opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing at 200 lbs…Alexander Starkweather!
The far-away sounds of Starkweather’s entrance, “Medicated” by downwithsun, are accompanied by the silhouette of a figure cast onto the jumbo-tron. Static and noise take over he screen until the twenty-second mark, and various action shots are shown rapid-fire like a strobe like to the beat of the drums. At roughly the 35-second mark as the song begins in earnest Starkweather makes his way to the ring He walks down the ramp, and slowly enters the ring as the fans show what they think of the man as he’s pelted for jeers and insults. But Starkweather chooses to ignore them as the lights turn back to normal, and we see the haunting stare of the man, looking straight into Dan’s eyes as Philip exits the ring.
McNally: And that stare show exactly what this match is going to mean to Starkweather. Just look at the intimidation there. Edison: The psychology right here can determine the match already. And I’m going for Starkweather on this one. McNally: Well Philip’s exited the ring, and this match is about to begin!
Bell rings
Starkweather and Dan leap towards each other, locking up. Starkweather manages to whip Dan at the ropes and catches him in a side headlock, but Dan pushes Starkweather towards the turnbuckle, and manages to break free. Not content with just that, Dan waits for Starkweather to turn around before attempting a Roundhouse kick. Starkweather however ducks the kick and Dan gets his foot stuck on the turnbuckle. As he attempts to get it down, Starkweather hits him with a thunderous snap suplex. Both men get to their feet rather rapidly, and Starkweather delivers a stiff kick to Dan’s side. Dan smirks, before delivering an even more powerful kick to Starkweather’s thigh. Starkweather hobbles backwards a little, allowing Dan to take him to the floor with a dropkick. Dan makes a quick cover:
1…… …… 2…… …Kickout by Starkweather.
McNally: Close call there by the Welsh Dragon Edison: It’s certainly been an explosive start to this match.
Dan lifts Starkweather to his feet, and plants a couple of forearms into his face, resting him at the ropes. Dan then walks backwards, before rushing forwards. His intention is to clothesline Starkweather over the ropes, but he couldn’t have been more wrong as Starkweather grabs Dan by the legs and hurls him over the ropes. But luckily for Dan, he connects with Starkweather enough to topple him over the ropes as well. Both men land outside the ring on the protective mats, and begin to brawl around on the floor. The referee soon breaks them up, and the two men climb to their feet, clearly showing their intent to win this match. They lock up, and Starkweather manages to out-muscle Dan, throwing his head onto the ringside apron. Dan though elbows Starkweather in the midsection and doing so breaks away. He then rushes towards Starkweather, hitting a running DDT. The fans pop a little as Dan rolls back over and onto his feet.
McNally: Interesting, the slightly different style of wrestling Dan is using in this match. It feels like he’s going to end up flying into the air. Edison: I think it’s also interesting to note how Starkweather seems to not be getting any offence into the match at all!
Dan lifts Starkweather to his feet, and elbows him twice in the face. He then doubles over Starkweather, and attempts to hit some form of double arm suplex. But Starkweather has other plans, flipping Dan over his head and Dan lands awkwardly over the steel steps. Starkweather climbs to his face with a slight smirk brimming, as he lifts Dan up. He throws Dan over the protective barricade and into the fans, and they start to get noisy as Starkweather climbs over the barrier and the two begin to make their way through the crowd. Starkweather is dominating, as he throws Dan across the floor, as the fans chant and jeer both wrestlers. Starkweather allows Dan to stumble to his feet, before knocking him back to the floor with a knee lift to the face.
McNally: Christ, these two could end up anywhere! Edison: Well it is just that, a Falls Count Anywhere match, Max…
The fans want a piece of the action, but the security guards do their job well and refrain them from interfering. Dan slowly gets to his feet, but is greeted by the demented grin of Starkweather, who lifts Dan into the air, and lifts him into the air, hitting a belly-to-belly drop. He attempts a pinfall, but with the crowd getting in the way, it’s difficult for the referee to work out what is a pinfall attempt and what isn’t. So instead, Starkweather reluctantly lifts Dan up, and they make their way through a set of double doors, leading to the backstage area. Starkweather attempts to throw Dan into a wall, but Dan’s having none of it, and instead back-elbows Starkweather in the face. As Starkweather is temporarily stunned, Dan grabs a wooden board, and cracks it over Starkweather’s head. There’s a pop from the crowd as the board breaks in two, and Starkweather slumps to the floor.
McNally: What a shot from Dan White there!! Edison: Starkweather appears knocked out! The match is over surely!
But Dan’s not interested in making a pinfall attempt. Instead, he lifts Starkweather to his feet, and the two make their way down the hallway, and towards the locker room areas. They’re going at it hammer and tongs, throwing, ducking, missing and connecting punches, and the match has quickly turned into a real brawl. Starkweather pins Dan against a wall and headbutts him, almost knocking him out. He attempts a punch, but Dan gets out the way and Starkweather whimpers in pain as fist meets brick. Dan throws him against a door and attempts an Enziguri, but Starkweather gets out the way, and Dan hits the door open. Dan falls through, and it’s clear that the two are in the locker room of Mr. Red. The clues? Well, the room is plastered wall-to-wall in Cincinnati Reds flags, scarves, posters and memorabilia. Starkweather and Dan are still rolling around on the floor, arms around each other’s necks when they hear the toilet flushing.
Red: What the fuck are you two in-breds doing in my locker room?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 26, 2006 14:29:20 GMT -5
Dan and Starkweather look up, to see an irate Only Reds Fan – recently having lost his Entertainment title – and holding a baseball bat over his shoulder. Needless to say, he’s not please to see two wrestlers scrapping at his doorstep, and he swings the bat down hard; Dan and Starkweather only narrowly manage to get out the way, and quickly escape the locker room before either of the two are assaulted. After they rush down the hallway a little, out of Red’s reach, they realise their original task, and begin to fight once again. Dan throws a punch at Starkweather – Starkweather throws one back, as they exit the locker room area and into the parking lot.
McNally: Oh god, not the parking lot…who knows what they’re going to be able to do in there?! Edison: The Parking Lot is like a brawlster’s playground…who knows what either of these men are capable of doing there!
Starkweather throws Dan through the doors and into the parking lot, but Dan immediately responds with a right elbow to the face. Dan follows with another couple of elbows, before finishing off with a Russian Legsweep onto the concrete ramp. Dan quickly climbs to his feet, and climbs up a 4-foot tall railing structure. He leaps off, striking a leg drop over Starkweather’s chest. This generates a small pop from the fans, as Dan makes another cover:
1…… ……. 2…… ……. Kickout by Starkweather.
The frustration can be shown in Dan’s face as he leaps up, questioning the referee’s abilities to do his job. But the ref remains strong mentally, forcing Dan away. Dan shakes his head in disgust as he lifts Starkweather to his feet. He grapples with him, before sending him into the side of car. Starkweather hurtles towards it so fast that as he stumbles back to his feet, a dent can be seen in the side of the car. He stumbles straight back towards Dan, who hits a scoop slam onto the hood of the limousine. Dan climbs onto the top of the limo, lifting Starkweather alongside. Dan kicks Starkweather in the gut, and locks him into a Double-Arm DDT hold, lifting him up, meaning the Shellshock is nigh. But Starkweather has different thoughts. He manages to hook his legs around Dan’s neck, flipping him over into a modified Headscissors. Dan lands on the car bonnet, but quickly turns and runs towards Starkweather. Starkweather smirks as he knocks Dan to the ground with a clothesline. He turns Dan onto his front grabs the arms…
McNally: Oh dear God on….He’s not going for a Curbstomp through the sunroof is he?! Edison: Oh my…This could be…
Starkweather lamps his foot hard on the back of Dan’s head. Dan’s head, actually nose, crashes through the sun roof, and a million voices can be heard screaming “DANGEROUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!” as blood can almost instantly be seen. Starkweather smirks as he rolls Dan over into a cover:
1…… …….. 2…… ……..
Edison: DAN WHITE KICKS OUT!!!
Eddie’s words are indeed correct, as Dan powerfully kicks out of the move. Starkweather is totally stunned; even the referee appears shocked as he holds up only two fingers. But for Dan, it’s an even more incredible shock, as he rolls off the limo roof and falls to the floor. Starkweather has had enough of things; he drops down off the car roof, lifting Dan to his feet, and flings him through the doors of the parking lot, into the backstage area. He lifts Dan up and twats him back to the floor with a European Uppercut. Dan’s extremely groggy, with blood pouring out of his mouth and nose, as Starkweather looks to finish the match off. He lifts Dan to his feet, and hits a scoop slam. He flips Dan onto his front, grabbing the legs and tries to lock him into the Frontal Lobotomy. But Dan puts up a force of resistance, and manages to escape out of the way. Starkweather looks around for Dan, and turns only to receive a powerful lariat to the jaw. Starkweather stumbles backwards, and Dan lifts him up, managing to hit the Shellshock onto a wooden crate!
McNally: The Shellshock! This match is over!
1…… …….. 2……. …….. KICKOUT BY STARKWEATHER!
There’s a clear pop from the fans and the commentators. Despite the move only being used occasionally, it’s the first ever case of it actually being kicked out of. Dan’s confused, shocked, and extremely angry as he again harasses the referee, who again stands strong. Dan gives up his pleas, and instead sits on top of Starkweather’s chest. He grabs Starkweather’s head in one hand, and with the other, begins to furiously pound at it with his left fist. He hits Starkweather a total of eleven times, cutting Starkweather open over the left eyebrow, before climbing off of his opponent. He smirks to the camera before lifting Starkweather up again, and walking at a steady pace before smacking his head off a door. Dan then goes through the door, taking Starkweather with him, and they re-emerge in the crowd area to a thunderous pop. They’re exchanging blows, but the Shellshock certainly took a lot out of Starkweather, whilst Dan has somewhat recovered from the Curbstomp, and has a more successful rate with his punching. Starkweather’s wound is flowing more and more with blood each time, and he looks a cause for concern as they make their way to an entranceway.
McNally: Well Dan looks to have the upper edge here, and it looks like this might be the end for Starkweather. Edison: It just depends on whether or not he has the willpower to win it.
Dan kicks Starkweather down below, and attempts to hit the Stunt Bomb. But Starkweather elbows his way out of the move and instead hits a stiff kick to the side. As Dan limps a little, Starkweather plants him with a Single Arm DDT. He gets to his feet and grabs Dan by the legs. The fans start to go nuts as he gets Dan into the Frontal Lobotomy position, and manages to hit the move!
McNally: Frontal Lobotomy! Frontal Lobotomy! Edison: Starkweather has stolen the match!!!
Starkweather slowly rolls Dan over, making the count:
1…… ……. 2…… ……. THR-and oddly, and strangely, Starkweather gets up off of Dan’s body before three.
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