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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:41:40 GMT -5
Segment Name: Get ready Chase (This was fun to write...) (Credit: Jason Freeman)
OOC note: This segment is not serious and no offense is intended to anyone mentioned.
The camera focuses on Jason Freeman, sitting in a chair, lounging back and watching the show on a small TV. The crowd gives him a small pop and he begins to talk
Jason Freeman: Well, tonight’s the night, I’ve waited for. The night I’ve been looking forward to. I make my PPV debut. I’ve prepared since Warfare. I’ve studied you Chase, watched your matches, and I’m ready for anything you can throw at me. I’ve also learned the PPV’s name now, but that’s another story.
The crowd laughs, mostly at Freeman, for calling it “Extreme of the Ring” on Warfare. Which by the way, I do apologize for, since you know…it doesn’t make much sense anyways, since Extreme of the Ring would be a really bad PPV title…but yeah, just felt like throwing this in, mostly to laugh at myself, so lets get that over with now. Everyone laugh at Freeman, okay? Done? Good, now on with what was going on.
Freeman: Yeah, anyways, Chase, you will bleed tonight. Simple, end of story. It doesn’t matter that Johnny Hughes managed to pin me on Monday. That was Monday, this is Sunday. Even if I got beat by Upper Echelon on Monday, you guys are losing tonight. I’ll take great satisfaction in seeing a NEW ACW champion tonight for that matter.
The crowd pops at these comments. Freeman grins confidentally. It is obvious that the events of Monday’s show, are not phasing him. He seems to be over the loss, and ready to rack up the wins.
Freeman: I’m over the loss and I’m ready to rack up the wins!
Haha, repetition is fun. I am like…totally going with a new promo style, here, ain’t I? Isn’t it…like…so cool? Like talking to you guys like this, while writing the promo? It’s like…actually just trying to waste space, I mean if this goes on for a long time, it makes me look like I have…WRITING TALENT! *gasp*
Freeman: Chase, remember, weapons are legal here, and this will be the fight of your life. Actually this will be the BEATING of your life.
Yeah, that was corny, I am well aware. BTW, I will not talk in random italics anymore…sorry all.
Freeman: I’m just sitting here watching the show, and I can’t wait until it comes time for MY match.
Freeman smiles, since everyone knows that his match is the most anticipated match of the whole world, at least in my mind as I type this promo, at the last minute of course. Funny story actually. I said “Alright! EOTR is giving me like a week to write a promo!” Of course, that means in real life, as I realized, it gives me a week to PUT OFF writing the promo, and then write it at 10:00 PM Eastern time on Saturday Night…but since half of my promos have been last minute anyways….WHO CARES?! Oh and I said I wont talk in the italics anymore…oops.
Freeman: I see all these new guys, Christopher Bryant…
Yeah, Mr. Don’t vote for Freeman and always vote for Upper Echelon! YOURE GONNA GET SQUASHED TONIGHT BY JAKE IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY BY THE TIME THIS PROMO IS UP AND I WILL NEVER VOTE FOR YOU IN THE PREDICTIONS NEVEEEERRR!!! AND I AM STILL TALKING IN ITALICS TO EVERYBODY BUT NOW I AM ADDING CAPS TO IT! Which is really annoying I admit.
Freeman: MASAKI…OH…on that note. MASAKI, in our match on Monday, when I got pinned? Where the hell were you? Why did you not break up the pin? Because you didn’t care…You acted like you’re so much better than me? Well guess what, I’ve got a lot to say on that matter…anytime, anyplace, I’ll fight you, just say the word.
Yeah, note to self? Never let your tag team partner write your match when your team is losing…
Freeman: I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. THIS PLACE NEEDS REFORM! This place needs ME. Look at the tag team division, Flower Power dominates, is there NO TAG TEAM THAT CAN BEAT THEM?!
Yeah, and guess what…I NEVER READ YOUR RETRO SEGMENTS ANYWAYS! Yeah, I said it…Ill say it AGAIN! Something about seeing “Retro segment #80” turns me off.
Freeman: Yeah, The Entertainment title division, I already talked about how I do not like the Entertainment title, even if I do like Spade. And the International title, good division, still can use me.
Okay, first of all, Spade, you have TOO MANY SIGS! When I tried to make the copyright match joke on my joke chairman of the day card? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO REFRESH MY PAGE! And I know that “I’m making your banner” thing was an excuse not to talk to me in chat…and RDK shouldn’t have won the IC title…since he’s a Hulk Hogan/Rock/Macho man/ Ultimate Warrior hybrid. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MACHO BELL NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT SOUNDS COOL OR RHYMES WITH YOUR PAST SENTENCE! Plus, I could do a The Miz, Tatanka, Sharkboy, and Katie Vick hybrid better than your hybrid. Actually I can’t…you’re good, but a Miz/Tatanka/Sharkboy/Katie Vick hybrid should have been done by now….
Freeman: And last of all, we have Latino…the head Upper Echelon member. The one who wont be the champion tomorrow. BK will destroy you tonight…
Actually Im kinda rooting for Latino…because he doesn’t throw dogs off cliffs…reject my match ideas…or like Libertines (Actually I don’t know about that last part, but I was on a roll)
Freeman: Anyways, you’re probably tired of me talking.
Yeah, right, like that can happen…and anyways, how did this start? One time I make a joke italics, next thing I know Im writing pages of gold here whether you thinks or not! Most likely not! See, I should really get an award “best new user of the year” Keep that in mind. I totally deserve a reward. This promo better be accepted well, because I’m PUTTING MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT! Well not really, but it’s pretty fun to write, and that HAS to count for something. No? Crickets chirping? Okay? MOVING ON!
Freeman: so basically I’m going to close with a few words.
Which at the moment I have no idea what they will be as I write this…lets go on and see how it goes along…um…I think I should say something cool sounding…hmm…like I dunno…um….well anything I say is cool, so it should sound alright.
Freeman: Chase, tonight, you lose, I win, end of the story
Hah! Nice and to the point, I would have wrote “YOU LOSE! GOOD DAY, SIR!” But usually people don’t make random references in promos. Otherwize I would have turned heel by saying “SNAPE KILLS DUMBLEDORE!” but that would be cruel because some people might not know that yet….ooh…wait…um…Go back and don’t read that, and everything will be all fine.The camera fades away from that awesome promo, which was a bit too short, because I could have gone on longer if I wanted to, but…you know…life goes on. I feel like making random references now. “NOOOO! NOOOO NO REFERENCES! Gollum…Gollum…” “BUT THEY LIKES US! THEY LIKES REFERENCES” “REFERENCES ARE BAAAAD” “GO AWAAAAY GO AWAAAAY OR I WILL SAY NII AT YOU!” “NOOOO Gollum Gollum…no NII….” “DON’T YOU START THIS STUFF GOLLUM!” “Smeagol…nobody likes you…” “HEY THAT’S MY PAINTING MAN!” “When did you become Jeff Hardy? Gollum Gollum..” “When-….
OKAY IM NOT FUNNY ANYMORE, GOODBYE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:42:47 GMT -5
Match 4: First Blood Match Jason Freeman vs. Leon Chase (Credit: BK) Once again to the arena, where Philip’s in fine vocal form.Phillip: This match is a First Blood Match, the first person to bleed in this match will be dubbed as the loser, coming to the ring weighing in at 230 lbs, from Long Island, New York, Jason Freeman! In the intro of the song he walks out slowly, with dark lighting, and when the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slow, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 240 lbs, representing The Upper Echelon, Leon Chase. Jesus Or a Gun by Fuel plays over the arena, the crowd lets out a huge "BOO". The lights flash Purple and Gold as Leon walks out with a smirk on his face. He makes his way down to the ring taunting at the people like he is better than them. He walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He goes up to a turnbuckle and smirks as he raises his arms. Instead of locking up in the center ring at the sound of the bell as the traditional way of starting the match, the battle quickly begins with an exchange of blows between both parties. This match will be no technical match, it will be a straight up brawl and the beginning of the match basically set the tone for the whole match. The rights are exchanged between the two until Leon Chase interrupts the series of blows with a knee to the gut and he whips Freeman into the ropes. Freeman comes off the ropes hoping to take down Chase with a shoulder block, and Chase has the same idea - needless to say both men of about the same size are not budged by the other's attack. Chase now runs off the ropes and attempts a shoulder block but Freeman manages to hold his ground. Both now look at each other and simultaneously they bounce off the ropes and attempts a shoulder tackle at the same time but from the impact both men are sent stumbling backwards into the ropes. Chase makes the first move after that and charges toward Freeman but Freeman sends him soaring over the top rope. Chase hops over the top rope and lands on the apron where he grabs him by his hair and slams him down onto the mat from the apron. Freeman clutches the back of his head, rolling around writhing in pain and Leaon sees his opportunity to capitalize. He slingshots himself over the ropes and attempts to land an elbow right in the heart of Freeman, but Freeman rolls out of the way in the last second. Chase holds his elbow in pain and Freeman staggers up to his feet, still holding the back of his head and he picks up Chase. Chase fights off Freeman with a set of rights and lefts to his abdomen, but Freeman brings a halt to his assault with a huge forearm to the back of his neck. Chase drops back down to one knee and Freeman brings him into the corner where he climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and holds his fist in the air. The New York native begins pummeling Leon Chase right in the head with 10 punches, softening him up to make it easier to open him up, but Leon manages to maneuver it into a Powerbomb position. Chase walks around a bit with Freeman on his shoulder to showcase his impressive strength a bit, and then he throws him into the turnbuckle - landing neck first. Freeman groggily staggers out of the corner holding his neck and Chase connects with a huge big boot to the forehead of Freeman. Freeman could be busted open after the sole of Chase's boot connects with his head but as the camera's catch it, he isn't busted open as of yet. Chase, who has managed to gain the upper hand in this match picks up Freeman and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. There is no disqualification in this type of setting, so anything around the ring is legal and you can bet that Chase wants to use that stipulation to his advantage. He steps out of the ring and continues to attack Freeman as he crawls on the outside of the ring. He signals for Edison and McNally to get out of the way before smashing his head right onto the table. Chase picks Freeman's head up again and attempts to send him into the announce table again but Freeman blocks it. He elbows Chase in his abdomen and now the glove is on the other hand, as he takes advantage of this and smashes Chase's head into the table repeatedly until Chase is left on the table a beaten pulp. Freeman walks over to Phillip and tells him to get up as he grabs the steel chair he was once sitting on, and folds it. The fans go absolutely nuts and can't wait for Chase to get busted open. Chase manages to reach to his senses and once he sees Freeman charging at him with the chair, he stops the freight train with a hefty kick to the gut. Freeman drops the chair and Chase shows off his impressive strength again and hoists up Freeman in a Torture Rack/Argentine Backbreaker position. Chase runs backwards until Freeman is rammed back first into the ring post. Freeman's face shows the amount of pain he is in, and now Chase completes the LC Hammer by swinging Freeman from on his shoulders into a neckbreaker. Freeman drops down to the ground below, clutching his back in pain and Chase knows that if Freeman is immobile it will be that much easier to open him up. Chase takes a few more moments to recover from the multiple headshots into the announce table before he mounts over Freeman and goes right at him with stiff right hands. He even goes as far as to bite the head of Freeman. Freeman's arms flail about and finally he gouges Chase in his eyes to get him off. Freeman holds his head, but no blood has emerged to the dismay of Chase. Chase picks up Freeman and tosses him into the ring before lifting up the ring skirt and throwing in two steel chairs. He walks over to the steel steps also and tosses that into the ring along with the steel chairs, and now business has just picked up. Chase rolls into the ring where Freeman is struggling to get to his feet after the vicious attack on his back and now Chase strikes him back to the ground with a boot to the head. Chase drags him over, and rests his upper body on the steel steps platform he threw into the ring and now grabs a steel chair. The crowd boos Chase as he taunts them before raising the chair over his head to crush the cranium of his foe. Chase comes down with the steel chair to a loud THUD, and the fans begins to cheer? Apparently Freeman managed to dodge the hit at the last second and now the vibrations sent through Chase's hand have him drop the chair instantly. Freeman, while on the ground, uses his legs to sweep Chase's legs from under him and Chase goes head first into the steel steps to a thunderous cheer from the crowd. This could be it, and as Chase turns over on his back the crowd can't beleive he isn't busted open after that - but he looks very close. Both men are out in the ring and about 15 seconds later, Freeman is up and he grabs one of the steel chair's thrown in the ring. He sets it up in the middle turnbuckle but what he doesn't realize is that Chase is up right behind him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:43:35 GMT -5
He turns around right into a kick from Chase, and now Chase puts his head between his legs and picks him up for a Piledriver. Freeman kicks around a bit until he manages to free himself from the piledriver and take down Chase with a double leg takedown. He grabs him by both legs and now looks backwards for a bit before turning his head back around and launching Chase head first into the steel chair with a slingshot catapult. The fans go absolutely nuts, as Chase's head goes into the chair making a dent - but no blood as of yet. Freeman is beginning to wonder how can he bust this man open now, and he gets one idea. Freeman heads out of the ring and lifts up the skirt again, but apparently what he is looking for is not under that side of the ring. He walks over to the other side and finds it, a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, surely his key to victory. Freeman rolls into the ring and stalks Chase from behind as he begins to get up. Chase turns around and Freeman takes a huge Jason Giambi like swing, but Chase quickly ducks and grabs him from behind. Before Freeman can attack Chase, Chase delivers a huge German Suplex to Freeman which sends the bat flying out of his hand across the ring. Jason holds the back of his neck and now Chase licks his lips in anticipation as he sees the barbed wire baseball bat across from him. Freeman crawls over to one of the fallen steel chairs and he clutches onto it as he gets up. Both turn around simultaneously and take a swing, but Freeman's is the first to connect. The chair shot sends Chase staggering backwards into the ropes - bouncing off in the process and he musters the strength to connect with the barbed wire baseball bat to the head. Both drop to the ground at the same time and blood now pours out of Freeman's head, the referee checks on Chase and it's the same result. He has no choice but to call for the bell.
*The Bell rings*
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, both men in this match have been busted open, therefore this match has resulted in a Draw.
Boos emerge from the angry crowd for the result of the crowd, and both men couldn't be any more disappointed. Chase and Freeman don’t seem to want to stop their fight, and they continue to brawl, swapping mighty punches; Chase hits a suplex, but Freeman jumps back up and hits him with a string of punches, finishing with a DDT. The ringside security eventually has to break it up; medics check on them and how deep the lacerations are, and both men refuse any medical help. They stare at each other from across the ring, and the officials stand between them to make sure nothing further goes on and from their eyes you can tell this rivalry is FAR from over.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:44:48 GMT -5
Segment: Filling the Void (Credit: Hunter/??)
As we return from the commercial break, we receive a glorifying shot of the backstage hallways at Earls Court, before eventually turning the corner to focus on one particular hallway. And in this particular hallway stands Andrew Hunter, solemn in his self pity, slightly kicking his right foot. His announcement clearly did not go as well as he had hoped, and the look on his face shows his disappointment. He slowly walks to the other side of the hall and punches the wall lightly. This would obviously mean that Hunter is going through some strange personal trauma, and not many people can be experts on how to fix such a problem. But then again, anything can happen.
?: Excuse me, young man…
Hunter slowly lifts his head up to see a somewhat familiar woman, dressed pleasantly, and appearing to be in her late 50's. She speaks with a distinct English accent, and Hunter figures there is no way to escape her, so he might as well briefly help her out.
Hunter: ...erm...yes?
Woman: I’m sorry to trouble you, but do you know this building at all?
Hunter: Loosely.
She smiles warmly.
Woman: Well, that’s more than I know. I wonder if you can help me find...Chairman Gingerdude's office? I was supposed to be met by someone on his staff, but they don’t appear to have remembered me.
Hunter slightly shudders at the name. But he has never been one to disappoint a lady, regardless of maturity.
Hunter: Yeah, sure. I know where it is.
Woman: Oh, wonderful. Thankyou, do lead on.
Hunter turns to face the other side of the hall and slowly begins to walk in that direction, followed closely by the woman. Eventually she walks by his side, and a quick glance at her tells Hunter that he has definitely seen her before. But where? Woman: So what exactly do you do here?
Hunter: I wrestle.
Woman: Oh, really?
Hunter: Indeed.
Woman: And how do you like it?
Hunter: It's all right. It gets me through the day, but clearly there are some drawbacks.
Woman: Such as?
Hunter: ...well getting hit with a chair isn't exactly what I'd call "fun."
Woman: Yes, I see what you mean. That sort of thing never was my cup of tea, in all honesty, I’m not really one for outright violence as entertainment. I much prefer to see the people who jump around and do those spectacular leaps, I find that quite spectacular. You never saw any of that when I was a girl.
Hunter: You watch wrestling?
Woman: On occasion. I know a few names and such. For instance, isn't that the Rock?
Hunter looks behind them to see the Macho Man RDK slowly walk by, not noticing them.
Hunter: Not exactly. But they're similar, I guess.
Woman: Oh, and him……Ketan…Curtain…Kurt something?
Hunter looks down the hall to see BK London, only for a split second.
Hunter: ...well, no, Kurt Angle's not black. That was BK London.
Woman: Oh, how silly of me. Still, he looks so much like him in a funny kind of way. It doesn't make any sense.
Hunter chuckles.
Hunter: No, it definitely doesn't.
They continue to walk, and eventually they pass two backstage workers...but not before hearing their conversation.
Worker #1: Dude, I scored this killer chick last night!
Worker #2: Oh yeah? Was she AWESOME in the sack?
Worker #1: Totally, man, her legs were up to HERE! It was AMAZING.
Worker #2: Did she have them big ol' titties or what?
Worker #1: BIGGER!
Worker #2: FUCK YEAH!
As their voices slowly fade away, Hunter and the woman are left in a sort of awkward silence. Hunter's widened eyes tell the whole story, but the woman's expression is...well...different, to say the least.
Hunter: ...ANYWAYS.
The woman senses his discomfort, and smiles reassuringly.
Woman: In my day we called them melons. There’s no stopping progress though, is there?
This time Hunter laughs out loud.
Hunter: It sounds like you’ve experienced quite a lot of the world in your life, then.
Woman: Yes, I’ve circled the block a few times. So what is it that you want to achieve in your life?
Hunter: ...that's a very forward question.
Woman: Well, you can't expect to simply roam the planet beating people up.
Hunter: But I can try...
The woman shoots him a stern glance, and Hunter quickly looks down at his feet.
Hunter: Sorry.
Woman: It’s all right, your life is your business. But please, tell me. Do you truthfully expect to be a wrestler for your entire life? Like that man, oh what’s his name again, Hagar, Hogie- no, Hogan. Hulk Hogan, I think that’s him, still acting like he’s a young buck when he’s got a grown up family and has to dye his hair and use three gallons of fake tan every day, trying to pretend the clock’s not ticking? Just keep on going until some day you push your luck too far and then that’s it?
Hunter is surprised and a little taken aback to hear the emotion in the woman’s voice; his expression makes the lady realizes how she must be coming across, and she quickly regains her composure.
Woman: I’m sorry, here you are being kind enough to help me, and I’m practically giving you a lecture… it’s just something that I’ve never quite understood.
Hunter: It’s fine...and no. I don't really know what happens after this. My mother always said this was just a phase, and she's probably right. I'm slowly...losing my taste for the business. I need to find something else to do. After I hit around thirty, I'll probably just stop.
Woman: I would assume that that is a while away?
Hunter: Sort of.
Woman: But then what? Don't you have any other interests?
Hunter: Plenty. But I don't know which ones I'm good at, or not, for that matter.
Woman: No one knows that most of the time, my dear. The best you can do is try. Just ask yourself what you'd like to do!
Hunter: With my head, that's impossible.
Woman: Why?
Hunter: Let's just say I had an issue with schizophrenia a while back. I'm not exactly in what you could call a "mental peak." That, and it's nigh impossible for the parts of my head to agree on one thing.
Woman: And you think that’s not the way most people operate? Almost everyone is torn every single day over what they want or what they ought to do. But I'm sure that if you think hard enough, you can easily figure out what it is you really want. I doubt it's completely impossible to not have those parts of you agree eventually. You just have to make them sort of...balance out.
Hunter: I suppose. Or all of these parts could just break the entire scale.
The woman laughs, and Hunter cannot help but chuckle himself. And somehow, this laugh of hers triggers his memory.
Hunter: I knew I recognized you from somewhere! Aren't you-
??: There you are! Eeeellloooo!
They both turn to where the third voice is coming from, and AK comes up at almost a run, beaming from ear to ear. She hugs the woman, and at once the audience is able to make the connection, for they smile and laugh the same way.
Alicia: Hunter, you remember my mum, right?
Hunter: Oh, wow, now I do. It was always in the back of my head. I can't believe I didn't figure it out.
AK: This had better not lead to a lifetime of "your mom" jokes, Hunter.
Hunter slightly grins, but AK's mother simply turns around nonchalantly to face Hunter.
Woman: I want to thank you.
Hunter: ...for what?
Woman: For helping. I would never flinch from supporting either of my children in what they want to do with their lives, but… I just can’t help worrying sometimes.
Hunter: Well if anything, I should thank you.
Woman: Oh nonsense. A mother's work is never done.
AK: Come on, mum, Ginger's office isn't that far away. I don’t know where he is, but I’ll give him a piece of my mind for not arranging for someone to greet you…
AK's mother turns around to face her daughter, and in a matter of seconds they disappear around the corner. Hunter slightly looks at the corner before turning around himself, and he strides down the halls much more confidently than before. He has never really had that good of a relationship with his own mother, so if anything, it was a nice change of pace. He smiles when he thinks of the situation, but then quickly shakes it off. He still has a match to win...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:46:52 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match - Assassin's Playground Vince Hall vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Scott) As the fans continue to enjoy what has already been an extraordinary PPV, they can’t help but feel that extra bit more excited as the finishing touches of the Ultimate X structure is put in place and the belt is hung. Philip enters the ring after getting the go ahead.Philip: The following contest is an Ultimate X Match and it is for the ACW LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! In this match the competitors must use the cables and structure provided to swing across and grab the title belt. Ladders may not be used to aid in the process of grabbing the title …Introducing first… A red tint fills over the arena as the lights go out. The fans know what, or rather who, is about to appear. ”Anasasis (Xenophontis)” blasts the arena and makes the crowd take notice as they begin booing. The song slowly builds up; the chiming guitar and the gradual crescendo of the cymbals building until the bass drum kicks in, announcing the entrance of Scott Andrews. He bursts through the curtains with Jessie following close behind him.Philip: …accompanied to the ring by Jessie Young. The challenger, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 220 pounds, The Scarlet Assassin, Scott AAAAAAANDREWWWWSSS! Jessie scowls at the crowd as they make derogatory comments. Scott stops mid ramp and stares at the structure and smirks as he continues to the ring, not taking much notice of the fans at all. He rolls into the ring. The focus seeps through his facial expressions as he stands and takes in his surroundings. The structure looks intimidating from outside the ring, but in it you see how big it really is. Scott stands next to the turnbuckle, stretching his wrists and staring intently at the entrance ramp.Philip: And his opponent… As “I Want You” blares over the P.A. system, the crowd jump up and begin to cheer for the crowd’s favourite underdog, Vince Hall. He makes his way onto the ramp, sans title, as it hangs above his opponent. His arm flies into the air as he delivers his signature taunt (The Su-Fi).Philip: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 215 pounds, is the current ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Vince HAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL! He continues down the ramp and takes a look at the structure. How will he fare in his first really big match? The nervousness must be kicking in, surely. He makes his way into the ring as the referee reiterates the rules to both competitors. The two look each other in the eyes as the referee backs away and the bell is rung.DING! DING! DING!Scott and Vince goes nose to nose as they exchange smack talk in a very calm manner considering their history. Each waits for the other to throw the first punch as the crowd begin to heat the confrontation. Patience is not one of Scott’s virtues when it comes to smack talking, and he unleashes a clothesline, but Vince is quick and drops backwards with a Matrix bridge. Scott attempts to kick Vince from underneath with a deadly looking soccer ball kick, but Vince uses his agility again as he lifts his legs and flips them over his head to land on them. Now at a standing base, Scott tries to knock his head off with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick, but he ducks. Scott comes back around to face his opponent and tries to strike him with several punches, which are all blocked. He then goes for a low sweep kick, but Vince jumps and delivers a falling front dropkick as he comes down, hitting Scott in the face. Scott flies backwards and seeks refuge in the lower turnbuckle as Vince stands and soaks in the uproar from the crowd.Eddie: WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?! McNally: Folks, you don’t want to blink during this match up! Scott stands up and Vince runs at him, only to be brought down by a Drop Toe Hold and his face slamming against the bottom turnbuckle. He grasps it as Scott claps for himself, along with Jessie. The crowd don’t though, they do the opposite, naturally.McNally: Scott, already resorting to foul tactics. As Vince lies on the mat, Scott lifts him up and places his head through the top and middle ropes, resting his throat across the middle one. He then grabs the top rope and places his knee on the shoulder of Vince and pushes up on the ropes and the opposite direction with his knee as he chokes Vince. The referee can’t do anything about it as Scott continues to damage the neck of his opponent. After a good old strangle, Scott releases his knee and boots Vince through the ropes to the mats.
Vince holds his throat as he sits on the outside. Scott immediately begins ascending the turnbuckle. Vince sees this and gets up. He rolls in the ring, albeit his throat being in a bit of pain, and leaps to grab a hold of Scott who dangles above the ring. He manages to hook a leg as he yanks down with his body weight, forcing the assassin to fall to the canvas.McNally: Scott needs to wear him down a bit more before deciding to go for the title. Eddie: One Headshot is all it’s gonna take, McNally. McNally: …
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:47:38 GMT -5
Both men are down, but only momentarily as they get to their feet with little effort. Scott takes charge as he grapples Vince, ultimately resulting in a release Northern Light Suplex. He rises and psyches himself up almost Angle-esque (YEAH!). The crowd attempt to dampen his spirits, but he shrugs them off, and instead follows up on his opponent. Vince stands against the ropes, and Scott has a plan. He runs back against his ropes and comes flying into Vince with a Spinning Wheel Kick that ends in a Cactus Clothesline predicament.
McNally: Scott takes Vince out as well as himself with that move!
Both men are on the outside; Scott leaning against the apron as Vince lies on the mats. Scott slowly gets his footing before lifting Vince to his feet. He then goes for a Discus Clothesline, but as he spins, Vince hooks him in a Cobra Clutch and sways to increase the damage.
Eddie: He’s got that Cobra Clutch locked in!
McNally: But remember, he can’t win via submission.
Vince stops for a second before launching backwards with an unexpected manoeuvre; a Cobra Clutch Suplex on the outside. The crowd pop for the move as Scott goes head over heels onto his face and top of his head.
Edison: DAAAANGEROOOOOOOOOOUUUSSS!!!
McNally: What a painful manoeuvre! Now he’s gotta capitalise.
Vince wanders over to the apron and pulls a table out from underneath the ring, much to the crowds delight. Jessie moves in, but Vince threatens her with a raised fist and she backs off. He sets it up near the turnbuckle, on an angle. He then goes after Scott, stomping his downed body before lifting him up and tossing him into the ring. Scott rolls in and Vince follows. Scott grabs at his head as Vince uses his hair to make him stand up. He whips Scott into the turnbuckle and follows up with a running dropkick, making Scott flop forward. Vince then sees his chance to go for his belt. He begins climbing the post. Scott begins to get up as Vince steps onto the second turnbuckle. One more step upwards and Scott is right behind Vince. Vince is still facing away from the ring as Scott stands behind him. Scott elbows him in the back and before anyone can realise it, he leaps in the air and pulls a Reverse Ultrarana from the top turnbuckle out of nowhere!
Edison: DAAAAAANGEROOOOOUUUUUUUSS!!!
McNally: What a high risk move! I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before!
Both men are on their backs, the ten count not applicable. They lie there for a good while and begin moving about very slowly. Scott gets to his hands and knees and looks over to Jessie. He asks her for something, as she nods her head. She looks under the ring for something and pulls out a steel chair. She slides it in to Scott, and as Vince stumbles towards him, he unleashes with a bone shattering chair shot directly to the head of Vince. The crowd boos as Vince slowly drops backwards to the mat in an almost reverse Flair Flop.
McNally: I think Vince has been busted open! Yes, he has! That chair shot was brutal, Eddie! BAH GAWD!
Edison: I think the rest of the nation heard that shot, Max!
Scott drops the chair and he makes his way to the turnbuckle to attempt to gain back the Light Heavyweight Title. He climbs to the top and begins to slide across the ropes. The crowd pray that this is not the way it ends. Although Vince is dazed and confused he manages to sit up slowly and find the chair that Scott had used previously. He grabs it and makes his way over to Scott who is alarmed at what he sees below him. Vince swings the chair as Scott brings his legs up to avoid the hit. But he’s not fast enough as Vince clips his foot, and as he tends to his toe injury, hanging by one hand and one leg, Vince swings again, this time connecting with force to his knee and leg. Scott lets go and plummets to the ground with a loud thud as Vince falls to one knee, letting the chair drop. Blood covers most of Vince’s face as he sits up, trying to carry on.
McNally: It looks like Vince might not be able to carry on. He looks disorientated, Eddie, and that’s not a good sign.
Vince has to use the ropes to stand up, and Scott takes his time as well. Once both men are up again the crowd are behind Vince as they start chanting a very original “Let’s Go Vince!” chant, though a very small minority also try to oppose it with a duelling “Let’s Go Scotty!” chant. Very cool.
Scott makes his way over to Vince who stands in the turnbuckle. Scott lifts him into a sitting position on the turnbuckle. Scott then ascends, and he looks as if he’s going for a Frankensteiner. But as Scott is about to hit the move, Vince stands and launches into his own hurricanrana from the top rope, but in all his directional delusion, he hits the move to the outside and through the table!
McNally: THROUGH THE TABLE FROM THE TOP!
Edison: DAAAANGEROOOOOOOUUUUUUSSS!!!...How many times am I gonna have to say that?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:49:08 GMT -5
The outside mats are greeted to a visitation of the two combatants once more, but they are much more worn out by this time, and it shows as neither man can really walk properly, let alone stand on their own. Vince is up first, but not without the assistance of the ring apron. Scott remains grounded as Vince advances towards him. As Vince is about to deliver a stomp, Jessie comes from behind with a chair shot that does nothing but hinder the attack from Vince. He turns and looks at her before putting Jessie on his shoulders in a potato sack hold. She struggles as he begins taking her away from the match, but in his weakened condition he is unable to exert enough energy to take her far.
By this time, Scott is up and elbows Vince in the back of the head as he attempts to man handle his girlfriend. Vince turns and drops Jessie as Scott hits a strong middle kick. Scott slams Vince’s head into the structure, but out of nowhere Vince retaliates by slamming Scott’s head into the same steel pipes, allowing Vince’s spilled blood to stick to Scott’s skin. Scott’s head is rammed one final time before he falls to the ground.
McNally: This is Vince’s prime opportunity! Scott is down on the outside!
Vince begins climbing the structure until he comes to the top turnbuckle. He then transfers around the steel and grabs a hold of the ropes. Scott is seen with blood on his forehead; some of Vince’s, and some of his own as a cut above his eye leaks crimson. Vince dangles above the ring as he uses all the upper body strength he has left to reach the middle. He shuffles as fast as he can go.
Scott gets up and climbs onto the apron. Vince faces Scott as he shuffles sideways and gets about midway from the post to the centre. Scott stands on the apron as he faces his opponent. They look at each other; Vince with a look of panic, and Scott with a smirk.
Scott grabs the top rope and springboards high in the air towards Vince. He unleashes a violent Headshot mid-air as he grabs the cable.
Edison: DAAAAAAANGEEEROOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUSSSS!!!!11!!
McNally: HOLY COW, DID YOU SEE THAT! A SPRINGBOARD HEADSHOT BEFORE GRABBING THE CABLE!!! WHAT AN AMAZING SHOWING OF ATHLETICISM!!!
Vince drops instantly and lies motionless on the canvas. Scott scurries along the cable, grabs the belt, and drops down as the bell rings and the crowd as per usual with Scott, give mixed reactions, but the majority is booing.
McNally: My God what a match!
Edison: I wouldn’t have expected anything less from these two tonight.
Philip: The WINNER of the match and the NEW Light Heavyweight Champion: SCOTT AAAANDREEEEWWWSSS!!!
Jessie rushes into the ring and checks on her mans head wound as the crowd continue to applaud/boo. Scott stands and holds the belt high above his head as Vince still lies, well, still on the canvas. Scott has a smirk on his face, but his look turns sour as an ACW favourite appears on the ramp. The crowd pop as Kudo Yasuda stands under the Alphatron, clapping. Scott doesn’t know what to make of it as he converses to Jessie, who also obviously has no idea why he has shown up. The camera cuts to the next segment as Scott looks up the ramp, befuddled.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:49:59 GMT -5
Segment: The Future's Bright, The Future's Orange (Credit: MASAKI)
A, merry old England. It’s the land of red letter boxes, traditional cobbled roads, and that ol’ Dunkirk “stiff upper lip” spirit.
Sure, if you choose to use stereotypes to express your feelings for a particular place.
The reality is much harsher. Constantly rising taxes, petrol prices, flooding, immigration problems…the list is endless, but there is one shining light; there is one thing that differentiates Britain from any other country in the world.
The camera fades in to the Earl’s Court Arena, in London. A crowd-side camera pans across a section of the fans, and they are going absolutely nuts, cheering loudly with a mix array of chants and cheers, throwing up their signs and spilling pints, et al. The crowd-side camera then cuts to a ringside camera pointing at the Alphatron, as “Silent Revelation” hits the PA system. The fans change their emotions to that of a more angry tone, as the lights fade, and surely enough, MASAKI walks out. He has a smirk on his face, walking down the ramp, as he’s surely not meant to be here as he wasn’t even scheduled on the card. He enters the ring, grabbing a microphone as the lights return to normal.
He stands, smirking and waits for the fans to quieten down before beginning.
MASAKI: Hahaha, this is my first visit to your beautiful country of England! And I must say I am very, very impressed at what I have seen! I mean the drinking limit is 18…
Cue a muffled pop.
MASAKI: And there also happens to be a hooker on every street corner! It’s the perfect package!
Not so friendly, and as predicted, the hostile crowd show what they think of MASAKI with a number of boos and jeers.
MASAKI: But ok, ok, enough of the random cheap chit-chat. I need to discuss something a little more serious, in regards to Jonathan Spade, your Entertainment Champion at this moment in time. Of course, he is champion, and he faces Jonny Hughes tonight…
There’s a huge pop for Jonny’s name, who is obviously a favourite in his home country.
MASAKI: But I want to make something clear with Jonny Spade, or Jonny Hughes. Basically whoever walks out as a champion. You see I think the name of the Entertainment title is a bit of a contradiction. I mean first and foremost, the name is completely and utterly insulting to traditional wrestling. But secondly, if you’re going to be the Entertainment champion, Jonny, at least be entertaining, eh? I haven’t been able to keep my eyes open at either one of you two’s rants or matches, because they simply bore me to death!
There is a lot more booing and jeering occurring here as MASAKI makes his point. He pauses, smirking, and allowing them to finish before continuing.
MASAKI: Ok so I made that point, but there is a quick something I would just like to confirm. My match next Thursday is against Reckless, a man who failed to defeat Jonny Spade for the Entertainment title a couple of weeks ago. But the added stipulation about my match with Reckless, is that whoever manages to win our match on Thursday, will become the Number One Contender for the Entertainment Championship at Samhain! Jonny Spade, Jonny Hughes, you may protest this all you wish, but it’s been signed and confirmed by all relative parties. That’s all I have to say, and remember, no matter who holds the Entertainment title by the end of the night, I’m still the Amazing MASAKI and you’re still just another Prima Donna!
”Silent Revelation” hits again as MASAKI drops the microphone, much to the disgust of the fans. They boo him loudly as he rolls under the ropes, and makes his way up the ramp. With Spade vs. Hughes looming in the background, it’s already been made clear who their next opponent is going to be, as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:50:32 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Entertainment Title Match Jonny Spade vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Latino) Quite how we’re going to fit in everything on tonight’s card is questionable, but the fans are up for a challenge as Philip enters the ring.Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship! Introducing first the challenger….a member of the Upper Echelon and from Hartlepool, England….weighing in at 240 lbs and standing at 6’1”…..Jonny “The Shooter” Hughes! The arena lights cut out and Purple and Yellow lights flash over the arena, out from the curtain steps "The Shooter" Jonny Hughes, as he heads to the ring he taunts the ACW fans at ringside. He climbs into the ring and poses on the second rope in the middle of the ring.Phillip: And his opponent….from Toronto, Ontario, Canada….weighing in at 245 lbs and standing at 6’4”…..the ACW Entertainment Champion…Jonny Spade! The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as Animal I have become By Three Days Grace hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while Jonny can be seen walking through the crowds of people slapping hands with fans (or if angry/determined not paying any attention to any fans). Once he gets to the barrier he jumps on top of it and balances himself on it and leaps across the open space and lands on the apron then hops again over the top rope then once in the ring pyro shoot up and in the ring and Jonny spins around as pyro shower down under him.* The Bell Rings * The match starts off with cheers all directed towards the ACW Entertainment Champion. Spade raises an arm to the fans while Hughes just looks around in near utter disgust. He shakes his head as he walks towards his opponent. The two stare for the most part eye to eye. The fans continue on with their cheers for the champion. Hughes looks around and Spade can’t help but to do the same. Hughes can’t stand hearing the cheers any more as he suddenly lunges forward with a kick to his opponent’s stomach. He then whips him into the ropes and as Spade returns goes for a backbody drop. Spade doesn’t allow this to occur though as he stops himself and then kicks in the face. Hughes stumbles backwards, grabbing his face. Jonny grabs him by the head and throws a solid punch to the face. He stumbles back once again to much of the delight of the fans and as Spade tries to got for a DDT Hughes fights back. He pushes Spade against the ropes and then charges with a stiff shoulderblock. Hughes then knees Spade in the face and drives a harsh forearm to his back. The champion does not go down though as he tries to resist the pain. Hughes slams another forearm to the back once again. Spade drops down to one knee as Hughes runs to the ropes. He bounces off and nails Spade in the face with a front face dropkick. The champion flips on his back as Hughes rolls backwards. He gets up his feet with quickness as he grabs onto Spade’s feet, pulling him towards the ropes. The Shooter runs towards the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up with ease. Not wanting to waste any time Hughes jumps off with a diving Forearm Drop. He then leaps over him as he grabs the legs going for an early pin in the middle of the ring. The Referee hits mat as he slaps the mat for the count but Spade kicks out before there can even be a proper one count. Hughes rolls off to the sound as he uses the ropes as leverage to get back on his feet. Just off to the side of him, Spade takes a few moments to stand himself up. Hughes leans back against the ropes and bounces off as he leaps into the air with a cross body block. Spade ducks leaving Hughes to slam into the ring without much mercy. Spade looks behind himself, down at his opponent, and then back flips right on top of Hughes. Spade then rolls off as the fans are now behind him. They start chanting “JONNY! JONNY! JONNY!” over and over again as he raises an arm up in response.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:51:12 GMT -5
Jonny pulls the challenger up onto his feet and with a firm grasp of his arm whips him into the ropes. Hughes bounces off and before he can gain any control of his own body he’s lifted up and then slammed onto Spade’s knee with a pendulum backbreaker. Spade doesn’t let go though as he lifts his opponent up and then slam him down once again with a more traditional backbreaker. Hughes rolls off onto the ring mat as he grabs his back that is now throbbing in pain. He starts crawling towards the ropes as Spade takes a few steps back and then dives down at his opponent with an elbow drop. Spade rolls over Hughes and goes for a pinfall as the Referee slides onto the mat and makes the count once again. . . . ONE! . . . TW- Hughes kicks out at the two count much to the dismay of the fans and of course the Champion. Spade grabs him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet, and whips him into the corner. He then charges at him with a big clothesline that nearly snaps Hughes’ head off. He stumbles forward a bit now in a daze as Spade waits his turn. The fans are cheering loudly as Hughes turns around and Spade kicks him in the stomach and quickly lifts him up into a powerbomb position. He holds him up for a few seconds and just as he slams him down, Hughes comes out with the Tornado DDT. Spade’s face is slammed into the ring mat as it makes contact.
Both men are laid out on the mat barely able to move a muscle. The fans are chanting “LET’S GO SPADE! LET’S GO SPADE! LET’S GO SPADE!” repeatedly trying to get him back in the game. Hughes on the other hand is starting to come around as he crawls towards the ropes. The Referee starts counting the two men as they still lay against the mat…ONE…….TWO…..THREE….FOUR….FIVE….Hughes grabs onto the ropes as he pulls himself up. Spade just behind him starts to show signs of life as he gets up to one knee. Hughes turns his head and notices Spade. He quickly runs and jumps up into the air. Spade turns just in time to feel the SMACK against his face as his opponent pulls out the Enziguri. Jonny falls onto his side as Hughes lands on his feet. He looks around to all the fans with a smirk on his face. Hughes now grabs Spade and stands him back up onto his feet. He takes a quick step back and then knocks into him with a big lariat attack.
Spade stumbles back, nearly falling, but Hughes grabs him by the shoulders and quickly jumps up in the air. He slams down Spade into the ring mat and then without notice locks on Anaconda Vice. Spade tries to break free but Hughes has the move locked on perfectly. The fans are chanting for Spade once again and he’s fighting his best to try and break free. He shakes to the left and then rocks to the right. Spade does this over and over until both men roll over and Jonny escapes form the Vice. He falls back as Hughes gets to his feet not wanting to waste any time. Hughes waits for Spade to get back up. Once he does so he goes into a fury of his Elbow Frenzy. One elbow hit…two…three…and he goes for the final blow but Spade ducks the advance. He grabs Hughes and using his momentum picks him up in a Rock Bottom like position and swings him around as he slams him down finishing off the Sliver Spade with a big impact. Spade then hooks the leg for the cover as the Referee slides onto the mat for another count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner…by pinfall and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion….Jonny Spade!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:51:31 GMT -5
The Referee raises Jonny’s hands as he stands up and looks around upon hearing his name all over the arena. He walks around now as the realization sets in that he is champion once again. He quickly grabs his title belt, almost cradling it as the fans let out a pop for the defending champion. Spade leaves the ring as the camera settles in on Jonny Hughes.
Hughes is in the middle of the ring in disbelief that he has lost the match and now has to retire. The fans have mixed reactions, some are chanting "Nah Nah Nah NAH...NAH NAH NAH NAH...HEEEEEYYYY...GOOD-BYE" while others are showing Hughes respect for a great last match and all he has done for this business. Hughes climbs to his feet and gives a wave and looks like he is trying to leave but doesn’t want to. He looks around the arena and now seems ready to leave in peace when Seeed's-Lock Down blasts on the speaker. The arena fills with boo's as Logan Locke walks through the entrance and down the ramp. He gets into the ring with a mic. and pats Jonny on the back.
Logan: Ladies and Gentleman please, love him or hate him this man is out of a job, a job that he loved! He gave his heart to this business and I am dam proud to have called him not only my partner, but my friend as well. Can we give him a little appreciation for all he has done.
The fans take into account what Logan says and actually give Hughes a Standing O. Logan raises Hughes hands in the air and gives him a hug.
Logan: I do have one more thing to say though. As members of the Upper Echelon we have different standards than normal people...we expect nothing short of greatness. And all though you tried Jonny, you did not achieve greatness tonight...so me, Chase, Latino, and AK talked about it and they sent me out here to be the bearer of bad news. (Jonny looks at Logan curiously) Consider your membership in the UE....TERMINATED!
Logan nails Hughes with the Rib Cracker (Sling-shot spear) before he knows what hit him. Logan stomps away on Hughes as the fans boo at his appalling actions. He picks up Hughes and then nails a low blow to humiliate him. While he is bent over Logan hits him with the Ace Crusher (RKO) and Jonny is lying unconscious. He goes outside the ring to get a table that he sets up in the middle of the ring. He throws Jonny on the table and Logan does his infamous smile as he climbs the turnbuckle. He flips off the fans right before hitting THE LOCKEDOWN! Locke stands over Hughes and spits on him as his music starts to play. Medics rush to the ring as Logan walks up the ramp without looking back....making it clear to everyone that he has no remorse or respect left for Hughes, as the show cuts swiftly to a break.
OOC Note: Ending credits to Logan/Jonny Hughes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:53:13 GMT -5
Segment: Something’s Missing (Credit: Wyvern)
It’s one thing to make a promise you can’t keep, it’s another when you don’t want to keep it. This is the dilemma that our protagonist, no not really OUR protagonist, that’s subjective and all, but that’s what Wyvern is dealing with right now. As he sits in the confines of the Senatorial Stable locker room, he notes that the situation in the room is quiet…maybe too quiet? Everyone else in the Stable has a match tonight, and it dawns on Wyvern, perhaps he’s quite the inefficient bastard these days? Well, we can’t REALLY tell that he’s thinking this, but seeing as how this omniscient narrator just sprung that nugget of information on all of us, I guess we’re inclined to buy into the provided fact. Wyvern sits up from lying across an arm chair, and moves to the bathroom. Dodging a nearly empty bag of Fritos, left over from Papalov’s tenure in the ACW, Wyvern walks into the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and turns the lights on. A quick delay of fluorescent lighting leaves him in the dark for a figurative millisecond or two, but soon he’s staring face-to-face with himself in the mirror.
Wyvern: What’s going on? I can’t focus on anything anymore. What seemed to be a string of coherent actions, is now a string of random events.
Wyvern splashes some cold tap water onto his face. It doesn’t do much, rather than flush his blood to his face, turning his slightly tan complexion into a temporary reddened shade. He sighs as he flicks the remaining water on his hands into the sink.
Wyvern: Joining the Senatorial Stable made sense, I’m sure of it. After what had happened with Chance and Umeko, I knew I needed to have people be there in the event I couldn’t fend for myself. I know, I know…it was sudden, but the time felt right.
Wyvern sighs once again, his breaths becoming more and more exaggerated as he focuses into the mirror, hoping to gain some insight into his actions.
Wyvern: So what’s my problem here? Biff said I was erratic… I know he’s crazy and all, but I think he struck a nerve of mine.
Wyvern pulls back his shoulder-length black hair, as he looks annoyed. Deep in thought, Wyvern tries to reason with himself.
Wyvern: Since coming back here to the ACW, I’ve made no valid attempt at championships, which isn’t bad, but might be indicative of a lack of desire at the given moment. Perhaps that competitive spark might be good for me, but who knows? Rattlesnake was a great challenge, and I know that he’ll get even better and better from what I witnessed at Omega Effect. Chance and Umeko’s devious acts proved to catch me off-guard, but they were within my ability to compete with. Why do I feel such a lack of inspiration these days?
Wyvern lets his hair back down, as he rests his hands on his head, as he leans against the bathroom sink, continuing to look at himself in the mirror.
Wyvern: I’ve got the accolades, I’ve got the respect. What do I have to prove to myself? Do I have to go after every title to be content? Do I need something to bring me back to a competitive state? What’s causing this?!
In a fit of frustration, Wyvern slams his hands down onto the sink in an angered manner. As he does so, he causes a mini-tremor from the impact of the cold porcelain being struck, which rattles through the wall, and shakes the door. The door, which Wyvern didn’t properly close, wiggles open, and Wyvern turns to the door, and on the floor nearby is a shirt, a t-shirt that reads “Technically Superior”.
And it clicks.
Wyvern quickly grasps the t-shirt and holds it so he can clearly read the shirt. He knows what it says, but bear with this narrator, as he’s spelling it out for everyone.
Wyvern: That’s it. Ever since Sean came around, I’ve been steadily losing my competitive edge. I knew there was something more than just myself.
With that, Wyvern’s demeanor straightens up into an expression of dire seriousness, as he looks to the door leading out to the hallway.
Wyvern: Well, it’s time to remedy this situation.
With that, Wyvern exits out of the locker room, with a redefined sense of purpose. Is this the competitive flame Wyvern has been looking for?
Well, this narrator hopes so.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:53:41 GMT -5
Match 7: Hunter vs. Chance Emmerson With the show just over halfway through, it’s time for an unusual grudge match. Philip enters the ring.Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Rochester New York, he is the current leader of the Senatorial Stable… Andrew Hunter! ”All Hail the New Flesh” hits, and the London crowd boos Hunter loudly whilst simultaneously straining to get a better view. Hunter comes out looking composed and fairly confident; he flips off a few fans before entering the ring and readying himself for the match.Philip: And his opponent, being accompanied by Umeko Saito… the Seventh Tiger, Chance Emmerson! Chance and Umeko get a mixed reception from the fans; Umeko looks as cocksure as ever, while Chance is all business, seemingly just wanting to get this done. He leaves Umeko on the outside and enters the ring, and the referee is not slow to get things underway.Bell Rings. Hunter is extremely alert as he and Chance start to pace the ring. He knows that attack really could come from any angle in this situation, and he is almost tempted to slide out of the ring and go after Umeko before she can cause him any problems, as his anger is truthfully directed at her more than the man before him in the ring. Turning your back on a tiger, however, is a one way street to oblivion, and so Hunter keeps his eyes firmly on Chance, moving forward to meet him until the pair of them tie up. They grapple for several seconds; Hunter seems to get drive, but then Chance expertly reverses this and powerbombs him, showing off his enormous strength. Umeko claps her hands together and shouts to Chance; she wants to see Hunter really suffer, and Chance follows her instructions by hammering Hunter’s ribs with short, snapping kicks as he tries to get on his feet as quickly as possible. The crowd doesn’t exactly favor either of these men, but they certainly want to see them go at it and Chance gets a pop as he comes off of the nearest ropes, rebounding into a charge with his elbow extended and knocking Hunter off his feet a second time. Gritting his teeth, Hunter pulls himself up, and sees Chance dashing at him for a repeat performance. Steadying himself, Hunter waits for Chance to get close and then lifts him up into a backbody drop out of the ring; Chance turns over in the air and lands with great agility, and so as Hunter exits the ring himself, Chance is waiting and appears suddenly from around one corner, kicking Hunter in the gut and lifting him up. The crowd cries out as Chance lifts Hunter way, way up as if for a Gorilla Press slam… but instead of simply slamming him down, Chance tosses Hunter into the steel ring post. The crowd gasps, and Hunter clutches his ribs as he staggers to his feet – he looks to be in a lot of pain, and Umeko smiles, confident that her tiger has given Hunter a severe and lasting handicap in the match. Even as Hunter reels from this, Chance doesn’t let up; he tries to corner Hunter to execute more body blows, but Hunter makes a dash for the relative safety of the ring, forcing Chance to follow him. So far Hunter’s been on the defensive, but with his side aching badly Hunter’s anger peaks and he fights back against Chance, matching him blow for blow as the two men attack one another head on. Hunter, amazingly, starts to have the bigger impact, and then he suddenly lifts Chance up on to his shoulder and hits the Elbow driver. The move hurts him and his ribs almost as much as it does Chance, but Hunter still pins and gets close to a 2 count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:54:45 GMT -5
Looking far from impressed, Umeko shouts at Chance again, telling him to get on with the task in hand. Chance says nothing, but rises and blocks Hunter’s kick before whipping him into the corner and executing the Tiger’s Charge (running big boot). Hunter groans, but stays on his feet; he’s as tough as old leather, and Chance’s frustration at not being able to tie this match up quickly is clearly growing as he gathers momentum, battering away with forearm strikes, elbows and knees. The crowd isn’t entirely what to think of this savage behaviour, and there is some support for Hunter as he tries to battle back. But he’s badly constrained by his rib injury, and Chance’s power is clearly superior; he pushes Hunter back, and as Hunter gets close to the ropes Umeko reaches in and trips him up.
Chance stomps fiercely on Hunter, aiming for the ribs; it might be said that the sensible thing for Hunter to do would be to stay on the mat and just let this one go, but his pride nixes that option entirely. Instead he slowly rolls over to the ropes and stands up; Chance nonchalantly moves forward and performs a backbreaker before trying a fresh pin, but Hunter’s arm comes up at the 2.5 mark even though it makes him wince to raise it. Umeko shouts at Chance again, and the Seventh tiger frowns; Hunter sees this, and gives a small smile of his own. They both stand up, and this time Hunter moves first, grabbing Chance’s arm and whipping him to the ropes. Chance rebounds, and Hunter hits him with a running clothesline coming the other way; Chance hits the mat, and at once Hunter applies the bear trap (Camel Clutch).
Being some way from the ropes, Chance is in trouble – but in fact Hunter looks to be in much greater pain, and after 20 seconds or so he has to release the hold, clearly in agony from that strike to his ribs. Chance heeds Umeko’s orders, and tries to end it with the Tiger Knee; it’s fortunate that Hunter doesn’t have a weakness there, or he would have a busted nose for sure – as it is Hunter’s nose and forehead both gain wounds if not an actual break, and the blood starts to coat his face in little streams. Chance pins, 1…..2….- Hunter kicks and turns the pin over, 1….2…- Umeko’s bawl of anger pricks Chance into kicking furiously, and Hunter groggily gets up, still standing, still not defeated. Enraged, Chance goes directly for the Strike VII; Hunter ducks it, and throws himself into the ropes to go for the Floyd Kick, only for Chance to escape it when Umeko hops up on the apron and raises her knee so that Hunter runs his groin on to it “by accident”. Umeko smirks as Chance collects Hunter and goes for the Tiger’s Heaven (running power bomb); Hunter struggles though and Chance can’t get full power into it. He pins, 1…2…thr- no! Hunter just barely kicks out, and at once Umeko barks another order. As Hunter gets up, Chance grasps him and throws him right into the ref, who is taken down; Chance waits for Hunter to get up, which he eventually does, and with no referee there appears to be a stalemate as both men get up and stare one another down…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:55:18 GMT -5
Hunter and Chance glance at each other momentarily, though Hunter's glance is quickly blinded by the ever increasing amount of blood dripping down his face. He quickly wipes it away, just in time to see Chance's fist a few inches away from his face. He falls to his knees, and then springs back up into the air, catching Chance in the gut with a quick kick. Chance simply shrugs the blow off, and then elbows Hunter in the side of the head. Hunter falls to the ground, awaiting an assault from Chance...but it does not come. Chance instead walks over to Umeko, who slides something into the ring for him to use. He then picks up a nearby chair and waits for Hunter to rise.
Hunter can see that Chance is waiting for him, and something instantly forces him to rise. He slowly approaches Chance...but Chance does not like to bother with slow moving theatrics. He simply throws the chair at Hunter, and Hunter catches it through sheer luck. He looks at it for a second...and then remembers Chance's all-too-deadly weapon finisher, the Tiger's Hammer. Hunter sees the hammer swinging at him, and he quickly drops the chair and falls onto his back. Chance looks at him, displeased, and Hunter starts shaking his head. Within moments, Hunter is out of the ring, muttering a variety of curses. Namely...
Hunter: Oh fuck this!
He starts heading up the ramp while the referee yells at him loudly to return to the ring. Hunter is half expecting Chance to be behind him at this exact moment, and so cautiously he peers over his right shoulder to see...Chance still standing in the center of the ring with his sledgehammer. Umeko slowly enters the ring and stands alongside Chance, and Hunter does not bother to question why. He continues up the ramp...until the figure of Craig Lewis, Ginger’s apprentice and representative on Fallout, appears before him.
Craig: Not so fast, Hunter.
Hunter: Okay, I've got plenty of time. I can just slow down my pace if that's---
Craig: Don't play dumb with me, Hunter. Ginger wants this match finished, and I’m here to make sure you suffer as he’d want.
If Hunter wonders where Ginger is at this point, he gives nothing away.
Hunter: ...not gonna happen.
Craig: Hunter, I---
Without even bothering to speak anymore, Hunter shoves past the chairman’s assistant, and disappears behind the curtain.
Craig: Hunter, get back here! Uhh… Chance, do something!
But Chance does not move, and neither does Umeko, for that matter. The referee, who has recovered in time to see Hunter’s departure, observes the situation for a moment, and then walks over to the timekeeper and Philip. After a few short moments, Philip enters the ring with a microphone.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the unwillingness of either competitor to compete, this match has been declared a draw!
No music hits, and instead the entire arena is silent, save for Craig.
Craig: Oh, hell… where on earth is Ginger? He’s not going to like this one bit…
Craig hurries to the back, and after a while Chance and Umeko slowly head up the ramp to get to the back as well. Not knowing what else to do, the producers simply end the feed.
Fade Out.
OOC: Ending events credit to Hunter.
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