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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:21:55 GMT -5
Match 3: Three-Way Tag Team MatchRioteers vs. Englandlad & San Juan vs. Wyldcard (Credit: Latino) Only three matches in, and the crowd is already engrossed in what is shaping up into a fresh and fine PPV. It’s time for another one of those surprises…Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall and is a Three-Way tag team match-up. The rules of the match are simple. Only two men are allowed in the ring but anyone from either team can be tagged into the match. The first team to score a pinfall will be declared the winner. Now, introducing first....from Miami, Florida and weighing in at a combined weight of 511 lbs.....Reckless and Ruthless....the Rioters!! A catchy low pitched guitar bursts into life through the arena. The lights turn off as blackness is draped everywhere. YEAAA!!!! The guitar springs into more life as The Rioters run out and look pumped. The lights turn on as an array of dark red pyro goes off. They jump around, looking around. Stare in wonder, who's here to bring you down? Find your martyr, I'm sure you've made the crown. They keep looking around and jumping up and down. Reck has a serious face on his look as he finally goes down the ramp. Ruth still is yelling and getting ready.So light a fire under my bones, so when I die for you, at least I'll die alone
Ruth finally gets ready, slaps his face and walks right behind Reck. The two look determined as Reck rolls in the ring. Ruth walking behind making sure there isn't a sneak attack.Ain't nothing for me to end up like this There's no comparing me this time
Ruth finally turns around and walks up the steps. He slowly enters the ring. Reck goes to the top rope and taunts by putting his hands in a club and raising them high. Ruth does the same thing on the other side.All my heroes have now become ghosts Sold their sorrow to the ones who paid the most All my heroes are dead and gone But they're inside of me, they still live on
The tag team then stands in the middle of the ring as they wait for their first of two opponents to enter the ring...Phillip: And their first set of opponents...they weigh at a combined weight of 480 lbs and hail from London, England.....they are the team of Englandlad and San Juan!! "My Hero" by Foo Fighters begins to play as Englandlad comes out to a pop from the crowd along with his manager and tag team partner for tonight, San Juan. The duo both raises their arms to the crowd as they walk down to the ring. The fans at ringside stretch their arms ever so much while the two fan favorites pass on by. A few lucky fans hands are slapped just before the tag team jumps on the ring apron and quickly slide inside the ring. Englandlad points to his opponents and it garners another pop from the crowd. Though...everyone now gets quiet as they wait to hear who the mystery tag team could be.Phillip: And their opponents.......... Phillip doesn't say a word as the lights dim down and now silence encompasses the entire arena. All that is left for these brief few moments are for the thoughts of just who could it be that will emerge through the curtains. The cameras do a quick pan across the sea of fans until it stops at the entrance set. Once it settles comfortably in its spot the camera zooms in slowly until everyone hears…… the last thing they expected. Phillip: They weigh in at a combined weight of 508 lbs....they are the former Four-Time ACW Tag Team Champions of the World...... Even the long-time fans who are ahead of the game don’t react at first; they’re too busy pinching themselves-Philip: …and are the team of Jonny Spade and Gooey Garth...... G-G-G-G-G-UNIT!!!!There have been many, many roars, walls of sound generated by the ACW audience in its time… but this one comes close to topping every single one of them. The fans all explode out of their seats as "Defy You" by the Offspring plays in the background. The multiple champions perfectly time their entrance, letting the already staggering expectation peak before Jonny and Gooey Garth walk through the curtains with arms raised up high. The former tag champs look back at one another with a smile and then slap hands as they then look down at the ring. The fans still are cheering and chanting like there is no tomorrow as the two men walk down ever so confident down to the ring. They slap a few hands as they pass by and then do not hesitate to enter the ring, stepping between the ropes more then ready for tonight's match.
The referee quickly gets things in order, and the fans are only just calming themselves down a bit as the match is ready to go…* The Bell Rings * The match starts with San Juan and Reckless in the ring. Their respective partners and of course G-Unit are in their own corners watching the two men as they circle one another in the middle of the ring. San Juan reaches for an arm but Reckless pulls back instinctively. He then throws a solid right that hits Juan in the temple causing him to stagger a bit. He recoils back though with a stiff shoulderblock that nearly takes the consciousness of his opponent right out of the blocks. Reckless stumbles farther back than San Juan did but then ducks a big boot from his larger opponent. Reckless does not wait as he moves forward and grabs his opponent's arm. He whips him into the ropes and upon his return attacks him with a big dropkick to the face. The fans let out a pop as San Juan slams into the ring mat and Reckless rolls against it back onto his feet. He grabs the ropes for a quick leverage and then runs again. Reckless runs up the turnbuckle then effortlessly dives backwards with a moonsault. He nails it perfectly and nearly bounces back to his feet. He looks at the fans with a smirk and then runs back towards the ropes once again for some added momentum. As Juan sits up he's welcomed to a front face dropkick smack in the face that everyone can hear the impact echo throughout the arena. Reckless rolls back and then grabs his opponent's legs as he front flips over to make the cover. The Referee slides onto the ring mat and makes the count....One.....Two....the pin is broken by Englandlad and Jonny Spade. They both drive an elbow into Reckless’s body and then quickly back off as the Referee discourages them to go to their corners. The fans let out a small "G-UNIT" chant and Gooey acknowledges from the corner. Englandlad is now back in his corner and is stretching is arm for his partner as San Juan starts to get back to his senses. Ruthless is doing the same from his stance and soon the two men in the ring are crawling towards their respective corners. With each passing second, the two men inch closer and their partners practically fall off the top rope as they lean out to the highest degree. Reckless looks back and sees Juan quickly tagging in his partner and knows he has to move quick. He gets up and dives towards his corner, tagging in his partner. The fans let out a big pop as Ruthless steps over the top rope and charges at Englandlad. He nails him with a big clothesline that forces him down onto the mat. Englandlad stands back up though from the attack and as he turns around Ruthless goes for another clothesline. This time the superhero ducks and runs to the ropes. He bounces off of them and Ruthless turns around. The two men stare eye-to-eye for a brief second. Ruthless runs forward again but Englandlad jumps up, grabbing the large man's head. He uses his moment to swing Ruthless around and into the ring mat with a big DDT that causes a large pop from the crowd. Englandlad then rolls off to the side and much to the surprise of everyone tags in Gooey Garth. Gooey looks around with a what the hell? look but England smiles as he looks back at Ruthless. He rolls out of the ring while the Referee yells at Gooey to get inside the ring and fight. He enters the ring with a slight sense of cautiousness. Ruthless stands back up with a look of pure anger. He looks left and right and then sees Gooey right on the train tracks. Ruthless goes for a big boot but Gooey ducks and grabs the leg as he twists it and with that veteran knowledge takes down the big man off his feet. He then jumps up and comes back down with a legdrop to the same leg. Gooey then stands up his opponent on his feet and starts throwing lefts and rights across the face. He then takes a few steps back and nails Ruthless right across the jaw with the Bear claw. Ruthless grabs his jaw while it throbs in pain and Jonny is quickly tagged into the ring. Gooey climbs the turnbuckle and gets on Jonny shoulders. The crowd starts cheering and popping as they all can recognize the Assisted Splash. Gooey takes a few moments to adjust and then once Ruthless turns around he dives off with a big body splash that takes down the big man. Gooey rolls off as Jonny quickly grabs Ruthless by the hair. He's whipped into the ropes and G-Unit gives him a big kick to the gut upon his return. They both wrap an arm around his head and perform a classic double suplex right in the middle of the ring. The fans right now are cheering louder and louder as Gooey and Jonny stand back up. They look at one another with a smile but then stop as Englandlad and Reckless both jump over the top rope. They run in with a clothesline, but the two tag team veterans duck and proceed to give both men a dose of punches and slaps. Gooey grabs Englandlad by the hair and whips him into the corner while Jonny does the same towards the opposite corner with Reckless. Gooey and Jonny look back at one another with a smile and then whip their respective opponents at one another. The two men collide like a train wreck in the middle of the ring. Reckless stumbles around as he is in a daze of his own world. Jonny waits and then lifts him up for a vertical suplex. He holds him up briefly and then slams the man down into the ring mat. San Juan now gets into the ring but Gooey and Jonny do not hesitate to give him a double dropkick to the face that sends him over the top rope. Englandlad is still in the ring and as he turns around he sees both Gooey and Jonny with a big smile on their faces. The fans let out a big pop as the duo are showing just what tag team wrestling is and then point at Englandlad. He backs up but Jonny rushes forward with a forearm to the face. Gooey quickly takes a note of what's going on as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and starts pumping up the crowd. Jonny knees Englandlad in the stomach and lifts him up into a Powerbomb position. He holds him for a few seconds and Gooey launches off the top buckle with a big clothesline right across the chest. Englandlad is slammed into the ring mat as Gooey rolls out of the ring. Jonny falls onto his back but is quickly back on his feet as the fans continue to go wild over the last few quick moments in the match. Jonny runs to the ropes and accidentally bumps into San Juan just as he stands back up onto the ring apron. He flies off onto the outside mats and makes a loud THUD. Jonny doesn't even notice as he bounces off the ropes and then stops in the middle of the ring and pumps his fist up in the air. Spade lets out a loud "YEAAAAAAA" much to the delight of the fans. He turns around and Ruthless is back up on his feet. This time he doesn't waste any time as he nearly spears the life out of Jonny, driving his body into the ring. As Ruthless rolls out of the way, Reckless climbs up on the ring apron and quickly jumps on the top rope. He takes a second to balance himself and leaps off the top with the Heaven Bound that connects directly onto Spade. He rolls off as Ruthless quickly goes for the cover and the Referee makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . .
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:23:32 GMT -5
Kick out by Jonny as the fans let out a big pop. Ruthless can't believe this while he pulls himself and Spade to his feet. He whips him into the ropes but Spade doesn't get far as Englandlad comes out of nowhere on top of him with the Justice Served. He stands up and before the Referee can intervene, Ruthless lunges forward with a strong punch. Englandlad ducks the attack and immediately starts running towards the ropes. He jumps onto the middle rope and dives back at Ruthless with a backend elbow. Ruthless thinks quickly and catches his opponent in mid-air. He waits a second and then quickly lifts him for a big slam but this time Gooey slips inside the ring and comes running at the big man. He nails him with a dropkick to the knee, causing Englandlad to slip away. As Ruthless stumbles backwards, Gooey and Englandlad look at one another. They both give a kick to Ruthless and then finish it off with a double suplex directly in the middle of the ring. Jonny then calls them both from the top turnbuckle and both men can sense what he plans to do. Gooey and Englandlad quickly move towards Spade and once they are there he steps on both of their shoulders. He waits a moment and then dives off with a flying elbow drop that hits his opponent's heart right on the spot. Spade quickly rolls out of the ring and England starts talking to Gooey. He nods and then takes a step back from the turnbuckle. Englandlad looks around with a smirk and then runs towards Garth. Just as the two get close Gooey catches Englandlad's foot and gives him a push up in the air. As he's in mid-air Englandlad performs the Twisting Corkscrew Moonsault and nails it perfectly right on Ruthless, still laid out in the middle of the ring. Gooey then pushes Englandlad off of him and goes for the cover as the Referee slides onto the mat. He makes a one count but Englandlad breaks the cover. Gooey pushes him back but this time Englandlad does some of his own pushing.
It doesn't take long for the two men break out into a battle of lefts and rights as the fans begin chanting "GOOEY'S GONNA KILL YOU!" over and over again. Garth ducks a hit and attacks with a lightning fast thumb to eye. Englandlad stumbles back but Gooey doesn't stop as he attacks with a triple set of headbutts and then with a stiff Mongolian Chop. He spins his opponent around and gives him a strong kick to back of knee that's followed by a rake of the back. Then, to finish it off he pulls the hair into knee strike to head. A random fan yells out "OH GOOEY JUST UNLEASHED THE BEAST ON YOU!!!" as Englandlad rolls out of the ring. Garth just smiles as he tags in his partner and the Jonny now takes over. He walks over to Ruthless but the big man has had too much time to rest. He punches Spade across the face not once or twice but three times. This causes Spade to take a few steps back and then ducks a big left from Ruthless. He watches as the big man spins around and grabs him from behind. Jonny lifts him up and spins around until he slams him down right onto his knee to finish off the Pendulum Backbreaker. Jonny doesn't let go through as he stands him up and spins him around. He puts an arm around him and without hesitation pulls out the S - Drop #3 much to the delight of the fans. Jonny almost goes for the cover but Reckless comes diving from the tope rope with a springboard leg drop right onto the back of the neck of Spade. He then rolls back and gets to his corner before the Referee can say a word. Reckless now starts extending his arm as he yells for his partner to get back up. Gooey does the same from his end of the ring for Jonny. The fans are on their feet cheering loudly for Jonny as he starts getting back up. Ruthless is on his feet as well and he goes for a big boot on Jonny but the fan favorite ducks.
He goes for a tag of his partner but Ruthless is to turn around and pull Spade by the hair. Spade is whiplashes right into the ring mat and then dragged by the hair back towards Ruthless' corner. Reckless is then tagged in and now the two partners start stomping away at Jonny. Gooey tries to get back in the ring but for once the Referee stops him. Reckless stands up Jonny and whips him into the open turnbuckle corner. Ruthless charges into the corner with a body splash of a whale that practically permanently sticks Jonny in between the buckles. He pulls out and Reckless grabs Jonny's arm. He looks back and the whips Spade right in the same direction as his tag partner that's in the middle of the ring. Ruthless goes for a spear, but Jonny does a very impressive leapfrog right over him. He doesn't hit the ground as he flies forward and without any thought tags in Englandlad's partner San Juan. Spade slams into the ring mat and the rolls out under the ropes as Juan gets in the ring. He moves quickly and as Ruthless turns he knees him in the stomach and then displaying much strength gives him a big sidewalk slam. San Juan stands back up moments later but Reckless comes at him with the Reck-Factor to the front side of him. San Juan falls on his back as Ruthless is moved out of the ring. Reckless quickly gets back and runs towards Gooey. He gives him an X-Factor right against the top ropes and then rolls backwards against the mat. Reckless then runs towards Englandlad's corner. He jumps and dropkicks him in stomach, between the top and middle rope, and sends him flying off the ring apron. Reckless then starts climbing the turnbuckle as San Juan slowly gets back to his feet. He turns around and Reckless comes diving off the top with the Endless Misery that practically drives his opponent into the ring mat. He hooks the leg for the cover and the Referee once again goes for the count....ONE....TWO.......THREE!!!
Phillip: Here are you winners....by pinfall....the tag team of Reckless and Ruthless....the Rioters!!
The Rioters quickly roll out of the ring as they hear their names echo throughout the arena. Ruthless is by his partner's side within moments as they team look back in the ring. Gooey and Jonny stare back, not too happy with the last few moments but their attention changes as San Juan is starting to get back up. He looks around unsure what just happened but he smiles as he sees G-Unit helping him a hand up. Englandlad comes by his partner's side and soon the entire arena is cheering for the four men in the ring. They continue on as the Rioters leave the arena, and the show heads to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:25:42 GMT -5
Segment: “Bear Necessities” Pt 2 (Credit: Nick Durden) Nick, wearing jeans and a New York Yankees T-shirt and carrying a copy of Dreaming Pachinko by Isaac Adamson, walks into the coffee shop. He doesn't bother looking around to see if anybody else in the shop, because frankly, he doesn't care very much. He walks up to the counter, where a lady in her 30s was waiting.Cashier: Can I help you? Nick: Yeah, um, I suppose you can. I don't drink coffee very much. What would you suggest? Cashier: You looking for taste or you looking to wake up? Nick: Surprise me. Cashier: One espresso coming up. Nick clunks down a five-dollar bill and is given his change: a dollar and 87 cents. A minute later, he is handed a cup only slightly wider than one of the lenses on his glasses. He looks at the lady with a "Are you ****ing kidding me?" look, then shakes his head and simply sits down at a nearby table. He places the small cup of coffee in front of him, and rests his head on his fists. After staring at his miniscule share of coffee, he sighs and opens up his book. A chair is heard sliding out of its place. We hear footsteps. The body of a woman can be seen sitting down, but the camera positions itself so we can’t see her face.: You're Nick Durden Thinking it’s nothing more than another fan, Nick doesn’t look up from his book as he addresses her.Nick: Actually, right now, what I am is still trying to figure out how they justify charging three bucks for this thing and are able to sleep at night. God knows I can't. : Yeah, me neither. Sleep's been sort of a precious commodity lately. Nick: Amen. So, you watch the ACW, eh? : Yeah, I do. You guys are awesome. Nick: Thanks, I'll pass that along. : Aren’t you facing Leon Chase at Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza? Nick: Keeping up with the news, I like that. : Why aren’t you be resting up? Nick: Uneasy thoughts. : About what? This question seems to make Nick think a little as he looks up from his book for the first time and proceeds to stare into the intricate patterns of lines engraved on the wood of the table.Nick: Getting old. : Well, you're gonna have to get over that soon, man. Nick: Sooner than you think. A little while ago, I pulled a grey hair out from my scalp, and, y'know, I'm only 21. Sure, there have been younger wrestlers and everything, but I don't know, I guess it kinda took its toll. I'm also sort of afraid of...being a fluke. When I won my debut match against a former GFWWE Champion, I was really happy about that. Then I went on to rack up a couple more victories, and it was great, but coming up will be the biggest moment of my career, my ACW pay-per-view debut. If I mess that up, everything preceding is invalidated. And that's not fair. It's not fair to me...and that's not fair to him. And that's not fair to the people who watched and needed a wrestler they could be proud of. Fans like you. Fans who feel a void whenever something isn't right. When the man representing you as the next big thing isn't living up to his expectations, when something just plain isn't right. It's like a void. That same void you feel when you're at your loneliest, your most miserable. That sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that you can't shake. Nick takes a final deep breath.Nick: I feel like I have to beat Chase...to justify that. To justify them. There is a pause, then Nick chuckles and looks down again ever so briefly.Nick: ...To justify me. Another pause, just to let things sink in.Nick: Have you ever felt that? Nick finally looks up to gaze at the person he’s been talking to all this time and is taken by complete surprise when he sees that it is none other than the alluring Renix Williams.Renix: Of course. I think we all fear all the unknowns that come with the passing of time. Getting older can only mean things will change, and sometimes there can be such huge change that it really scares us. Nick is impressed with Renix’s insight.Renix: But the thing to remember is that the only thing we can live for is today. If you look too far into the future, you’ll forget about all the things that are already here. Wonderful things. She pats Nick gently on the shoulder.Renix: So don’t worry about it so much. There are plenty of great things here just waiting for you to seize them. This Saturday, just worry about going out there and wowing a few people. How’s that sound? Nick offers an impish grin.Nick: Sounds pretty good. Renix replies with a warm smile.Renix: Great. Well, I guess I should be getting some sleep now. Don’t stay up too late alright? Nick: Sure thing. Renix walks away. After sitting there for a while to completely digest everything that just went on, Nick rises from his seat. He throws the coffee into a garbage bin on the way to the elevator. The scene fades out as the elevator doors close on him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:26:20 GMT -5
Segment: To thyself be true
The next scene begins in a plainly decorated locker room; as the shot pans the crowd catches sight of the distinctive figure of Leon Chase, and starts to boo. Leon either can’t hear them or is too wrapped up in his thoughts to notice; he is carefully taping his wrists as he prepares for his rapidly approaching match with Nick Durden.
He stares at the wall in front of him, exhaling softly, doing his best to focus. It’s not the easiest task in the world, however, when the other person in the room is trying to make herself heard over a poor quality cellphone connection to the other side of the planet.
AK: I think the signal’s dropped again… Chris? Christopher! Can you hear me?
Alicia paces on one side of the room, looking annoyed with the limitations of technology that is nevertheless costing her an arm and a leg. After a few seconds some unintelligible sounds are heard from the phone and she gives a sigh of relief.
AK: There you are… Oh, I see, you moved outside the building, good thinking. So you were saying your training’s been going ok?
She listens to Bryant and drums her fingers against the wall.
AK: Yeah, I know, if you’re not into sushi the food can get a bit samey. Listen, Leon’s got his match up in the next 10 minutes, I just wanted to wish you luck. Remember what we practiced before you left, your best chance is to keep it smooth and simple. MASAKI’s at home so he’ll be going for a big performance, which means he could well try and show off, and if he does that’s when you can capitalize. As for Freeman, the atmosphere and crowd could throw him as it won’t be what he’s used to, try and tune that out and take advantage of the fact that he’ll still have a match to fight after yours finishes. All right?
Bryant speaks again inaudibly, and Alicia smiles.
AK: Thanks, I’ll let him know. Oh, did you get- Diamond and Pearl? You star, that’ll save me a fortune in import tax. Ok, I’ll let you go. See you next week…
She flips the phone off and pockets it. Leon is still staring at the wall, and Alicia waits for him to move slightly and stretch before speaking to him.
AK: Chris says he wishes you luck tonight, not that you need it.
]Leon smirks for a moment and examines the tape on his hands again.
Leon: I’m glad people have confidence in me.
His eyes show that while he has a great desire to do well in the upcoming contest, he’s far from taking it lightly. He knows as well as anyone that a Streetfight is a risky proposition, and the topic’s been debated all over the net forums since the stipulation was revealed earlier in the week.
AK: It’s obvious you’re on edge… but trust me, for a contest like this, that’s a good thing.
Leon says nothing, but gives her a glance to indicate that he’s listening.
AK: Leon, believe me when I say that you have nothing to prove with regard to whether or not you can cut it against Durden. He’s a tough nut to crack and talented, but you’ve already shown that you can deal with him. He got a touch of luck in your last match, and we both know that you made the smart choice there. Sometimes you have to take a few knocks to avoid bigger ones further down the road.
Leon: I know… It still cuts to have lost like that, though.
AK: Quite right… so tonight is your chance to give your opponent some payback. No one will remember that loss if you win here, Leon, it’s the PPVs that make or break careers. And I absolutely believe that tonight you will walk out of there as the winner, however you choose to achieve it.
Leon smirks again. The crowd knows he’s prepared to take whatever steps are necessary for a win, and they boo loudly. No one is sure if the crowd can be heard backstage, but it’s possible that Alicia can guess what their feelings are, and she moves so that she’s face to face with her fellow Upper Echelon member.
AK: Listen, Leon, you don’t need me to give you some sort of lecture, so I just want to say one thing. However you decide to approach this match and its possibilities, it’s ok to be yourself. You don’t need to present a particular image or pretend you’re something you’re not; the only sure way to be as successful as you deserve is to be true to the style and the philosophy that suits you the best. That means that some people, maybe most people, won’t necessarily like some of your choices… but as long as they are what you believe to be the best for you, that’s all that matters.
A faint sound comes from the tv in one corner of the room; Alicia looks over and sees from the clock that they need to get going. Leon sees it too, and nods.
Leon: That’s good advice… I think it’s time for me to put it into practice.
They say nothing more, and Alicia leads the way out of the room as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:27:21 GMT -5
Segment: Angst (Credit: Scott Andrews)
Kevin stands backstage in front of a PPV promotional cardboard cut-out of Yoko Satoshi and Chance Emmerson with his trusty microphone in hand.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen we are here live for…Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza, and what a night it’s been so far! But accompanying me now is Jessie Young and ACW’s Light Heavyweight Champion, Scott Andrews.
The Senatorial Couple walk into frame as the camera zooms out to allow all three involved to be included in the shot.
Kevin: Scott, I just have to ask you...what happened between - - -
Scott snatches the microphone.
Scott: Kevin - Shut it. I’m here for one reason, and one reason only, and that is to explain my situation. Y’see apparently I’m not good enough to be booked on this PPV…What’s it called again?...…Oh right, the cut-out; Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza?...Are you serious? What the hell? I guess we’re dealing with Yoko, so it’s expected.
Scott clears his throat.
Scott: Moving on…Now, “why isn’t Scott Andrews booked on this PPV?” you ask? Well it’s simple. I’m too good for this PPV.
The crowd boo, as they have thoroughly enjoyed what has happened so far.
Scott: But let’s look at this…Kudo wasn’t booked either. Either he wasn’t booked, or he chose to rest, seeing as he and I will lock up again for the final time, I promise you, at Winters Discontent, that much is certain. The latter is the smart choice. See, I’m not bummed about being left on the sideline for this PPV while three matches are designated for a Round Robin Tournament between three men, no. I’m not upset in the least. Because by not participating, I, like Kudo, can get my much needed rest, because everybody knows I’m one of the hardest working wrestlers in ACW!
Boo!
Scott: You can boo all you want, jackasses, but come Winters Discontent, I’ll be ready to commit another assassination, and Kudo Yasuda…IT’S YOU!
Scott tosses the microphone to Kevin and leaves frame along with Jessie Young as the screen cuts to the next part of the PPV.
CUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:27:58 GMT -5
Segment: Ever-Elusive Pink Floyd Song Title Segment (Credit: Jake Cheng)
In the Top Draw locker room Jake does his typical semi-meditaion preparation for his match, with his massive sound-blocking Bose headphones. Across from him in another sofa chair sits Stan, writing something in a notebook. He looks up to see Jake singing the words to himself and readies a pen for ammo as Jake starts the chorus to “Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd to himself, but can’t hold it in no longer.
Jake: HOW I WISH YOU WERE HERE!
Stan throws the pen and it hits Jake in the forehead.
Jake: Mother!
Jakes takes his headphones off and Stan shrugs his shoulders. Jake rolls his eyes and puts the headphones back on his head. Stan stiffens his back and he looks for something else to throw at Jake, but has used all of his ammo.
Stan: Hey you!
Jake doesn’t seem to here him and keeps moving his head to the music and singing the words to himself.
Stan: Is there anybody out there?
Jake doesn’t respond once again.
Stan: Coming back to life...
Stan gets up and hits Jake in the arm to get his attention. Jake doesn’t take his headphones off, but at least he acknowledges Stan’s existence this time.
Jake: Keep talking.
Stan: Remember a day...
Jake: One of these days?
Stan: High hopes...
Jake shakes his head no.
Jake: Fearless. Comfortably Numb.
Stan looks perplexed on Jake’s mood with his semi-main event match coming up next. Suddenly a knocking a door startles both of the men. Stan yells first/
Stan: Nobody home!
Worker: The show must go on!
Jake: Biding my time.
The worker walks off and Stan walks away from Jake to the fridge. He opens it up and pulls out a piece of cake.
Jake: Get your filthy hands off my desert!
Stan: Have a cigar.
Jake gets up, and sets his headphones down and moves toward the door for his match.
Stan: Don’t leave me now.
Jake: Goodbye cruel world.
Stan: One slip...
Jake: Another brick in the wall.
Stan pauses and Jake looks around for something to say.
Jake:....part two.
They both hold back their laughter and Jake opens the door to leave.
Stan: Run like hell.
Jake: Lost for words.
Jake leaves the locker room and Stan goes back to eating Jake cake, thus ending the ever-elusive Pink Floyd song title segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:30:03 GMT -5
Match 4: Mystery StipulationLeon Chase vs. Nick Durden (Credit: BK) The image cuts swiftly back to the ring, where Philip is ready and waiting to do his job. The ring and its surrounds have been suitably prepared with a variety of weapons and other items.Phillip: This match is a STREETFIGHT, and it is scheduled for one fall...coming to the ring from New York City, weighing in at 240lbs, 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. Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Venice Beach, California, weighing 205 lbs, The Enigmatic Charisma, Nick Durden! The lights cut to black as the drums of the intro to “Down With The Sickness” begin to reverberate throughout the arena.Can you feel that? Oh ****Bright lights in the arena entrance begin to flicker rapidly, and Nick’s enigmatic silhouette can be seen hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself pumped up for his match.Oh wa-ah-ah-ow!A magnificent stream of pyro shoots up from the stage and the lights come back on.*Cough, cough!* *Cough, cough!* *Cough, cough!*With each cough, jets of pyro go off.Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?Nick runs to the both sides of the stage and taunts to the fans, inciting uproarious cheers.Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no, there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in meNick makes his way down the ramp, touching hands with a few fans along the way. With about 10 feet remaining between him and the ring, Nick breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up Come on get down with the sickness You ****** get up Come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to meAs he enters the ring, Nick turns his body to the right so that he now faces the audience to the right side. Now in the center of the ring, he stays in that position, chest facing the mat and balanced on the palms of his hands and on his knees, and looks around at the audience. Nick then walks to all four turnbuckles and climbs onto each of them, taunting to the audience on each respective side. When he dismounts the fourth turnbuckle, he stands in the center of the ring, stretching and loosening up for his opponent.
Referee Joey Reynolds knows that this one could kick off at any second, and wisely calls at once for the bell.*The Bell Rings* As the bell sounds, the two men are very quick in engaging in possibly the final chapter of this feud that has been brewing for nearly a month now. Chase, being the bigger of the two, quickly makes his way towards Durden to put the hurting on him. Chase lands with a right hand that sends Durden staggering backwards just a bit, but Durden now comes back with a right hand of his own on the 240-pounder. The flury of rights from both men continue until it ends with a fatal knee to the abdomen by Chase. Durden drops down to one knee almost instantly and Chase is there to pick him up and irish whips him across the ring into the ropes. Durden comes off the ropes and scouts Chase's clothesline attempt. He quickly ducks under it and bounces off the ropes now on his own accord before hitting a Flying Forearm smash. The attack sends Chase staggering backwards into the ropes before falling through the space between the middle and the top rope to the outside. The crowd is loving the offense by Durden so far in this match while Chase on the outside is the total opposite. Chase looks back in the ring at Durden signaling for more and it infuriates him, he begins kicking the steel steps and pulling the ring skirt in a rage before looking back into the ring. Durden walks towards the ropes and sits on the middle rope, inviting Chase back into the ring and this mindgame only infuriates Chase. Chase rolls back into the ring and makes a b-line for Durden, but Durden ducks under his clothesline attempts and now blasts him in the face with a flurry of forearms. Durden gets Chase on the ropes and now whips him across the ring before dropping him with a back body drop. Durden quickly goes for the cover following that move, but Joey Reynolds only manages to make a two count before Chase kicks out. Durden picks up Chase and brings him to the corner before throwing his arm over the top rope and delivering a knife edge chop to his chest. The crowd responds with a resounding "Woooooooo!" as a homage to Nature Boy Ric Flair, and Durden delivers another. The same crowd reaction follows and now Durden plays toward the crowd, Nature Boy strutting out of the corner to the older fans delight and when he turns around - WHAM - he is leveled with a huge clothesline by Chase himself. Chase wastes no time picking him up and throwing him in the corner forcefully before drilling him with shoulder thrusts into his abdomen. Chase grabs Durden's arm and whips him across the ring with a lot of force behind it and Durden goes back first into the corner before dropping face first down on the mat. Durden holds his back, and wishes he wasn't playing to the crowd while not focusing on the match at this moment, and as he thinks this he is in for a rude awakening once Chase grabs him. Chase picks him up and knees him several times in the abdomen and applies a standing front facelock. Chase grabs the pants of Durden and pulls him up in the air before spinning him around in a 180 before driving him face first into the mat, completing the Spinning Impaler DDT maneuver. Chase wastes no time going for the pin, a nonchalant one at that, simply draping his arm over the chest of Durden but Durden manages to get his shoulder up. How Durden could even have the audacity to kick out of that maneuver infuriates Chase. He picks up Durden and launches him shoulder first into the ring post from inside the ring in which the crowd responds with "Ohhhhhhh!". Now Chase goes to the outside of the ring and he tells the timekeeper to move it before grabbing his chair and folding it. Durden is still motionless with his shoulder still touching the turnbuckle and Chase hits the chair against the ground before winding up and swinging towards Durden's head.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:31:15 GMT -5
Luckily Durden moves at the last second and avoids a possible concussion, but the vibration from the steel on steel contact makes Chase drop the chair immediately. Chase picks up the chair again as he sees Durden now laying motionless on the canvas, and he rolls in the ring. Chase raises the chair high above his head and tries to come down on the skull of Durden, but Durden rolls out of the way. Chase does it again, but with the same result, and again. Durden now rolls out the ring, and when Chase comes towards the ropes he grabs him by his feet and pulls him under the bottom rope to the outside. Durden now starts his offense with a flurry of a punch/kick combination but Chase uses his power advantage to push Durden away back into the ring barrier. Durden's face shows the story of how much pain he is in at the moment and now Chase runs at him, looking for a Crossbody but Durden side steps it and Chase goes flying into the front row into the lap of the fans. Durden is given a moment to recuperate from these attacks by Chase, while Chase is being crowd surfed back in the ringside area. Chase slowly begins to get back up, and the camera cuts to Durden standing with a chair in hand. Chase slowly staggers to his feet, and turns around, walking right into a heinous chairshot by Durden. The sound echoes throughout the arena and Chase drops like a sack of bricks. Durden throws down the chair beside Chase and now goes under the ring skirt to pull out a huge 8 foot ladder. He pulls the 8 foot ladder and drags it towards the announce table, telling both Edison and McNally to step out of the way before placing it a few feet away from the table. He now goes under the ring again, still searching for something else and he pulls out another ladder, but this time it is much bigger than the last - probably a 12 foot and the crowd can hardly wait for what is about to unfold.
He places the 12 foot ladder between the 8 foot ladder and the announce table before grabbing Chase, who is slowly recovering from having his brains scrambled from Durden's chairshot. Durden drags Chase towards the announce tables, but Chase manages to break free of his clutches and kicks Durden repeatedly in the abdomen. He throws Durden over the table towards the announcers and in less than 10 seconds, gains the upper hand in the match. He shakes off the final effects of that chairshot and sees both ladders set up, and now looks to capitalize on Durden's own doing. He throws the protection off the announce table, taking out the television monitors and tossing them aside before looking for Durden. He goes to find Durden, and in a JBL-esque move, Durden rises up from behind the announce table with a chair and nearly smashes his skull in. Chase staggers around a bit before flopping backwards on the announce table. Durden wastes no time running around the announce table and climbing up the 8 foot ladder, managing to balance himself on the top while holding onto the 4 foot ladder. And from a former world champion to the current intercontinental champion, he takes a page out of Jeff Hardy's book and propels himself over the 12 foot ladder and comes crashing down on Chase with a leg drop through the table. Joey Reynolds wastes no time checking on the two combatants in this match, checking their vital signs while a "HO-LY SHIT!" chant breaks out from the crowd.
Both men are motionless for the first 30 seconds, and now Durden begins to make his way to his feet to the support from the crowd. Durden manages to stand on his own two feet, and looks up with a sadistic like smile, proud of what he just did. He now grabs the 8 foot ladder, and throws it over the top rope to inside the ring. Durden grabs Chase, and while Reynolds tries to prevent Chase from receiving any more damage, Durden tosses him into the ring. Durden rolls into the ring himself and pulls the motionless Chase towards corner. He grabs the ladder and sandwiches Chase between the ladder, before ascending to the top rope himself. Durden looks down at Chase before without a doubt going for another one of his daredevil activities. Durden balances on the top rope and jumps off for the 450 on the ladder, but Chase manages to respond at the last minute by pushing the ladder leg up right into the face of Chase as he is coming down. "HOLY SHIT" the crowd chants as Durden gets a jaw full of ladder and he begins to roll on the ground in an insurmountable amount of pain, while Chase removes himself from the ladder and begins to make his way across the ring - slowly towards the ropes. Chase rolls under the bottom rope to the outside and searches under the ring for a weapon of his own and pulls out a large square board of wood embedded with rolls and rolls of barbed wire. The crowd cheers for the introduction of this more hardcore variation of a weapon, and now he jumps up on the apron. Durden, who is staggering up, sees this being pulled out and before Chase can get back in the ring Durden is on him with a forearm to the jaw. The attack sends Chase reeling backwards, reeling over the possibility of a world of pain. Durden continues the assault, until Chase comes back with a shoulder thrust his abdomen. Chase places his head between Durden's legs and rises up and in the process he back body drops Durden over the top rope right onto the barbed wire.
Another HOLY SHIT moment in this streetfight between these two, and Durden screams out loud as the jags from the Barbed Wire rip the flesh in his back. Chase walks to the opposite end of the apron, and looks down at Durden laying motionless on the barbed wire before running forward and deliving a huge body splash onto Durden - further driving the barbed wire into his back. The pain that Durden feels at this point is immense and Chase rises back up, and manages to peel Durden off the barbed wire - making it more painful. His wife beater at this point is totally tattered and ripped from the barbed wire, and now Chase just rips off his T-shirt and begins choking him aggressively with it. Durden doesn't have enough power to put up a fight and Chase just throws him down like a rag doll. Chase throws him into the ring and he follows in right after him, before going for the cover. Reynolds begins to make the count, but right after two Chase picks up Durden's shoulder from the mat. Chase wants to inflict more punishment on his adversary for this match and he simply drops him and goes back to the outside of the ring. Durden goes under the ring and pulls out a ladder to another pop from the crowd, and he begins to hold it up to slide it in the ring but he is in for a rude awakening. Durden has managed to rise to his feet thanks to help from the ropes, and once he sees Chase holding the table up, Durden sprints forwards and dives over the top rope with a Flipping Senton. Durden clutches his back, rolling and writhing in pain, while Chase holds his face because the metal bars beneath the table crushed his face. Durden, still hurt, endures the pain enough to get to his feet and he throws the table off the head of Chase. Blood seems to be flowing profusely from the mouth of Chase after that last spot, and Durden looks to capitalize. Durden throws Chase into the ring, and now grabs two chairs from ringside and tosses them over the top rope into the ring - almost striking the referee.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:31:43 GMT -5
Durden gingerly rolls into the ring, and the camera gets a close up on the patches of blood flowing down his back from the encounter with the barbed wire. Durden picks up Chase and slams him down to the mat with a scoop slam before opening up a steel chair and placing it right beside him. Durden grabs another chair and bounces off the ropes before launching himself off the chair and jumping onto the top rope before hitting a moonsault - smashing the chair in the sternum of Chase. Both Chase and Durden roll around in the ring, writhing in pain, and the crowd begins to applaud the effort by both men. Durden manages to muster up enough energy to cover Chase after that move, but Chase manages to kick out. Durden can't believe it, and now he positions the un-folded chair (in seating position) in the middle of the ring. Durden picks up Chase and whips him into the corner before running at him and leaping at him. Durden attempts a Monkey Flip but Chase catches him in a powerbomb position, and with all of the energy he has left he delivers a running powerbomb right onto the unfolded chair. The impact from the powerbomb mangles the chair, folding it the opposite way it's supposed to fold, and Chase rolls over towards the ropes - trying to recover from the onslaught of attacks by his foe. Durden lays on his stomach, gasping for air, and the ACW crowd chants "THIS - IS - AWESOME!" repeatedly. After about 30 seconds, both opponents begin to show some life and Chase is already on his feet. He grabs Durden and shoves his head between his legs, signalling for the Molotov Cocktail. As Durden is hoisted up on his shoulder, he realizes where he is and slithers his way off his shoulders. Chase turns around and Durden attempts a Spinning Superkick he dubs the Nirvanaclasm, but Chase ducks and scoops him up in the process before hitting the Big Apple Bomb.
Durden is motionless on the mat below and Chase staggers backwards a bit onto the ropes from the sheer impact from the manuever. Chase now bends over and goes into his boot before pulling out a black pipe. He stalks Durden from behind and waits for him to get up, but a pop is heard from the stage when Rena begins to run down to the ring. Rena rolls into the ring and as Durden is about to get a face full of pipe, Rena grabs the pipe away from Chase’s clutches. Chase turns around and Rena winds up before taking down the big man with a pipe shot to the face. The crowd applauds Rena and Durden turns around, and realizes what has happened. Durden smiles at Rena and he approaches Chase to make the cover but Rena, in an unexpected twist, delivers a pipe shot to the throat of Durden. Durden holds his throat, gagging on his blood possibly, and Rena comes down with a final pipe shot to the back of his head. She takes the arm of Chase and places it over Durden's chest before ordering the referee to count. Rena exits the ring, not looking back for a second, but only smiling when she hears the referee's arm coming down for the third time.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Leon Chase!
"Jesus or a Gun" by Fuel sounds through the speakers and the crowd isn't too happy with the result, but they can't doubt that the contest these two put on before the ending was incredible. Never have two members of the lower part of the card put their body on the lines so much. Chase rolls out of the ring, and he falls to the ground from exhaustion while the referee and officials begin to check on Nick Durden in the ring. Rena turns around at the top of the stage and smiles before disappearing through the curtains and the last shot seen before they cut to the next segment is Chase raising his arms in triumph.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:33:00 GMT -5
Segment: "Something Better" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene shifts to Rattlesnake sitting in a bar, drinking a beer. The bartender strolls past his usual customers and come right up to Rattlesnake.
Rattlesnake sets his beer down and looks at the bartender. He knows what the bartender's going to ask. It was going to be the same obligatory question that everyone would be asking around this point in time.
He just sat there, waiting...waiting for the bartender to open his trap, spew his life story, get another beer and go on with his morally depressing life dispensing alcohol to those people that just needed something to relax them after a long, frustrating day at their boring, mundane job.
Bartender: So what brings you here tonight?
Funny. That wasn't what Rattlesnake was expecting. He was looking for the "why are you here when there's an ACW event that you should be at?" That's what he was prepared to answer, but instead he got a different question. To put it mildly, he had been swerved.
That's not to say he couldn't answer that one, he just had to think about it for a second.
What brought him there tonight? Was it the need for a tasty beverage? Did he want to look at the moral decay of society and feel better about himself? Or did he just want to get really drunk and start a bar fight?
Rattlesnake: I needed the beer. I've been through a lot of shit lately and I need this to calm my nerves.
Bartender: Your nerves? From what I've seen, you don't need that.
Rattlesnake: And I suppose you know what I need?
Bartender: A good old fashioned ass kicking.
Rattlesnake thinks about that response for a little bit. The bartender was obviously a cocky son of a bitch. Normally if anyone had said that to him, he would have dropped them like a bad habit. But that wasn't going to happen to this guy.
So how should he respond? He thought a smart ass comment would definitely fit here.
Rattlesnake: A good old fashioned ass kicking. You know, I haven't had one of those in a while and I sure could use one, but not tonight.
Bartender: How come you're not at Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza?
Rattlesnake: Let's face facts here. Someone of my caliber wouldn't degrade themselves by appearing at an event with that name. I mean, come on. If I was the ACW World Champion at this point in time, I would have come up with a more clever and less degrading name.
Bartender: Really?
Rattlesnake: Yeah.
Bartender: Like what?
The bartender thought Rattlesnake was bluffing and tried to call him on it. Of course, he did have a few things in mind, but whether or not they would be considered better is anyone's guess.
Rattlesnake: Well, there's always "Snaketology."
Bartender: That sounds like a rip-off of Scientology or a really bad version of Monopoly.
Rattlesnake grumbles slightly.
Rattlesnake: "Hell in a Handbasket."
Bartender: Boring.
By now, Rattlesnake was fed up with this guy, so his frustrations took over.
Rattlesnake: How about "Shut the Hell Up Before I Rip You FUcking Thorat Out!" How about that one? Does that seem to be any better?
The bartender steps back a few feet and looks startled. He nods and laughs nervously. At that point, he just grabs a beer and places it in front of Rattlesnake.
Bartender: It's on the house.
The bartender then leaves as Rattlesnake scoffs and then looks at the beer.
Rattlesnake: Fucking moron. I hate people like that. But I do appreciate a free beer.
Rattlesnake starts to drink the other beer in front of him and just relaxes while Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza goes on without him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:36:32 GMT -5
Segment: Before I Go (Credit: Hitman)
Just before the crowd can anticipate any further action, “Hellrider” by Judas Priest hits and the crowd cheers as Hitman of the Gods and Serenity Ramirez appear onstage and walk down the ramp, no smiles on their faces. Serenity holds a bunch of clipboards in her hand as they enter the ring and raise their arms to the supportive fans. Hitman asks for a mic as his music dies down.
Hitman: “What’s up, ACW?”
The crowd cheers.
Hitman: “Now I know you wanted to see a Bar Room Brawl tonight with me and Afternoon. But the thing is, I’m numb. Mentally numb. And wrestling is slowly beginning to take it’s toll on me. There’s too much drama and emotion in these storylines not to mention the fact that everywhere I turn, someone’s always right there, thinking they’re going to take me out and become the next big thing. My friends, that is nothing but arrogance. Plain and simple. Those chowderheads in the back don’t show any respect for their family or their friends, they’re always looking out for number one. Well, enough is enough. I’ve had it with them and I feel that now I must do something I should’ve done a long time ago.”
Hitman turns to Serenity.
Hitman: “Serenity, if you please?”
Serenity nods and hands the clipboards over to Hitman, who inspects them for one last time.
Hitman: “I’m not lashing out against you fans but this is something I have to do on my own without anyone telling me otherwise. These, right here, are the contracts of Hitman of the Gods, Serenity Ramirez, XS3 and Christine Leon-Irvine. XS3 and Christine couldn’t make it today so they got me to do it for them.”
However, before Hitman can continue, “Time Bomb” by Godsmack hits and the crowd goes into a booing frenzy as Draco walks down the ramp, garbed in a robe and with a scowl on his face behind his mask. Draco enters the ring and pulls out a clipboard with some paper on it. He tosses it to Hitman and nods to him. Hitman looks down, confused, then shrugs.
Hitman: “Okay, Draco’s contract is added to the pile as well. As of right now, our contracts with ACW/Fallout are officially terminated.”
And with that said, Hitman takes the contracts and snaps them all in half like used toothpicks. The crowd is in disbelief as Serenity approaches Draco, cautiously.
Hitman: “Draco, I want to know why you’ve terminated your contract as well.”
Draco takes the microphone, graciously.
Draco: “Tyler, Serenity, it’s very simple. I chose to get out of this godforsaken company as soon as possible. Management over at Fallout has chose to ignore me and instead concentrate on idiots such as Daniel Ness, Skurai and Wolf. No. Enough is enough and I chose to get out. Furthermore, I wanted to apologize to you.”
The temperature in hell has now dropped to zero below.
Draco: “People, did you honestly buy that whole ‘I kidnapped Kayla to piss off Hitman’ story? I have to admit, Kayla’s quite an actress, Tyler. Oh right, heaven forbid I break kayfabe on a show like this. Well fuck you, management. Fuck you, Fallout. And a big fuck you very much to the fans in this crappy building right now.”
Draco hands the mic back to Hitman then picks up his hand and shakes it before taking his leave over the guardrail and into a sea of pissed off fans. Hitman shrugs as he raises the mic to his mouth once more.
Hitman: “Ooookay then, well, regardless, I want to thank you people for taking me on a 17-month joyride that I hoped would never end until now. Thank you forever and god bless.”
Hitman then gently sets the mic down on the mat and takes Serenity’s hand before exiting the ring. He hops over the guardrail with Serenity and the two soak in the support of the fans for one last time.
Alas, it’s over.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:37:04 GMT -5
Segment: Awake to Find - What I Did (Credit: Hunter)
...my own mind.
The journey to find Lester Jacobson was not an easy one. It's particularly painful and demeaning to me when I realize that I had not yet found him. I worked on it over a year, and just now I had to tell James that he wasn't being found. I'm surprised that I'm still alive, and part of me thinks that James is too. Was it just that I had done so much for him? Maybe he actually has a soul, unlike what I previously thought. Maybe he pitied me. Or maybe (and I'm willing to bet this is what I should stick with) I should just stop asking so many questions and be thankful that I'm currently not being dissected in the morgue.
What was I supposed to get? Damn it, Tom asked me to get something after I saw James...fuck, I should have figured it out before actually coming to the goddamn grocery store to pick up whatever it is. And now I look like I probably want to rob the fucking place. It's one of those small time grocery stores, with a name that you can never quite recall. The cashier is standing behind his counter, one hand idly fiddling about the cash register, the other deeply in thought under the counter. I know what its thinking, and if I don't remember soon, I'll end up a corpse after all. Fuck...what was it?
Cashier: Can I help you?
I turn to him again, and see that now both of his eyes are locked square on me, and both of his arms are hidden underneath the counter. I should approach this slowly. Thankfully, there's no one else around for me to look like a complete retard around.
I wish.
Cashier: Lookin' for somethin' in particular?
Well I was...but I'm afraid I forgot what I was looking for.
Cashier: ...can't say that that happens often.
Yeah, well...listen, could you put your hands on the counter?
He looks at me, puzzled. Play it cool, man.
Cashier: I beg your pardon?
I know you've got a gun under there, and it's making me paranoid that you have both hands on it. I'm not planning on robbing this godforsaken joint, it's just the first grocery store I saw. My friend asked me to pick something up for him, and I currently cannot remember what exactly that "something" is. So unless you consider people with short term memory loss a safety hazard, you won't be needing that shotgun.
He looks over me momentarily, and I'm already prepared to drop to the ground and pull out my pistol if worst comes to worst. But it doesn't, oddly enough. He puts his hands on the counter, and smirks in a friendly manner.
Cashier: Why do you think it's a shotgun?
I scoff.
It's ALWAYS a shotgun.
Cashier: Oh?
I have experience robbing grocery stores.
He widens his eyes, and I start laughing.
I'm kidding, man. Lucky guess.
Cashier: I never said you were right.
We look at each other for a moment, and then our eyes trail off. And then it hits me.
Bagels!
Cashier: I beg your pardon?
My friend, he wanted bagels.
Cashier: Ah. They're in the back over there, behind the chips.
Thanks. I hope you have enough to feed that crazy ol' Jew of a friend I have.
He looks at me yet again, but this time his expression is somewhat perturbed.
Cashier: ...yeah.
Ah, fuck, he's probably a Jew. Just keep walking, man, you'll be fine. It's better to get out of here as soon as humanly possible, so I grab the first bag I see, and return to the counter. I lay it down, he punches in a few numbers, and then begins to bag it.
Cashier: $4.78.
...you're not gonna scan it?
Cashier: We can't afford a scanner.
Ah. Not in the big leagues of the grocery store industry, are you?
He chuckles.
Cashier: Afraid not.
I grab a five dollar bill from my pocket and hand it to him. He gives me the bag, and then takes out the change. He throws me two dimes and two pennies, and I grab them.
Thank you...
I lean in slightly to read his name tag. And there is no way that it's just a coincidence...
...Lester.
He smiles and nods slightly, and I stare at him, befuddled. I don't believe in fate usually, but this is too odd of a coincidence. Could this be him?
Tell me...how old are you?
Cashier: Um...thirty eight. Why?
Age checks out. Make an excuse, make an excuse.
Oh, I have a cousin about your age. She's single and quite a good woman. You seem like a nice guy, I could---
Cashier: Oh, that's all right. I'm married.
That checks out too. But there are many married Lester's in their late thirties, right? I have to be sure. Last name...Jacobson is a Jewish name, and I'm sure he was offended by that joke I made. But how could I find out what his last name is?
Uh...could I possibly know your last name?
I suppose that works. He looks at me, and I can see the hint of fear in his eyes.
Cashier: ...why?
Just in case you get divorced, I could call you and set you up with her anyway.
Cashier: I'm afraid not.
An initial?
Cashier: What?
What's your last initial?
Cashier: How would that help you?
Indulge me.
Cashier: ...J.
The expression on his face tells me that he could be lying. There's a good chance he was lying...but still...there's only a one out of twenty-six chance that he lied...or didn't. Fuck, I don't know. He looks a lot like him. And maybe that's why we couldn't find him, because we didn't expect him to be so close.
...Jacobson?
His expression goes blank, and I can see his hand creep towards the bottom of the counter.
Cashier: Sorry mister, I don't know what you're talking about.
His hand keeps getting closer. Should I do it...I could just grab the bagels and run...but it might be him...and at least this will keep me alive. I have to do it.
Truthfully, I don't know if you're him...
Cashier: Who?
...but I can't take the risk.
My hand is already in my pocket before he can even react.
Cashier: What are you---
I'm sorry.
It's been a while since I've heard a gunshot that loud, and it takes me aback momentarily. The gun is back in my pocket before his body hits the floor, and I can't help but look at him crestfallen. It might not have been him at all. But...I had to do it.
Bad luck, guy.
I hop over the counter and look underneath it to find a relatively large shotgun. I was right after all. And then I hear the sound of a ringing bell. It's a familiar sound, since I heard it not so long ago. It sounds like one of those bells that's used for...doors. I shoot my eyes up, and I see a woman looking over me with her eyes widened.
Woman: Please, I---
I get up slowly and take my hand out of my pocket. I look over the scene carefully, and then grab the bag and hop over the counter again. I step over her bloody body carefully, and then go back into the car. The gunshots weren't very quiet, so the police are likely already on their way. It's time to get out of here. I pull out of the parking lot, and the moment that I'm on the road again my fingers are dialing James' number. I have no idea how he'll respond to this, but I can only hope that calls off whatever hit he has on me. Because I'm sure he has one.
James: Hello?
I did it.
James: Well so did I, but I don't gloat about it. It's about damn time too.
No, I got him.
James: Who?
Lester Jacobson.
James: ...what do you mean you got him?
I killed him.
James: What do you mean you---
I put a bullet in his fucking head and made him dead, Christ.
Tone it down, man, you're trying to stay alive.
James: I find that hard to believe.
Why? You want the address of the grocery store where I got him?
James: No. I don't need it, given I just got off the phone with Boss Hamrick---
Joseph Hamrick, that guy you want to kill?
James: ...yes, don't interrupt. He says his people found Lester Jacobson, killed him, and turned him into my original investor. In so many words, they stole him from us.
...that's impossible.
James: Oh I disagree.
But...no, why would Hamrick tell you this?
James: If you ever lead an organized crime division, and I pray you never do, then you'll know that all of the bosses, no matter how much they hate each other, still keep in touch. He called me to tell me he stole Jacobson from me, and I know he's telling the truth.
How do you know?
James: One, he never lies. Two, it sounds exactly like him. He loves to gloat.
Then...who did I kill?
James: That's not my problem, that's yours. And it's not your only one.
It's not my last either.
James: What do you mean?
There was a woman...
James: What woman?
...you taught us to leave no witnesses.
James: Oh Christ, man.
Please, James, you've got to help me.
James: You've become a nuisance, man.
Come on, James, it was a mistake.
There is a long silence, and for the first time I'm given the opportunity to focus on the road.
James: You know where to go.
So you'll help---
The line dies before I can even complete my sentence. I'll just naturally hope that he IS helping. It won't be all that bad. He'll help me...right? Shit...why'd I have to kill him? I should've just let him be, it would have stayed the same. I turn the car to the left, down one of the darker streets in town. It's rather appropriate, given it's the only road that leads to the hill. I've got to just hope for the best...
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His eyes open slowly, and his mouth hangs open. He could have never believed it if he wasn't so sure it was true...he was a killer. And a killer of innocents and women, at that. He slowly rises and goes over to his bathroom mirror. He looks at his reflection and slowly shakes his head. In the blink of an eye, his fist has flown through the mirror, and his naked arm shakes from the various cuts on it. He takes his arm out and brushes the glass off. He doesn't even have to check his watch to know that it's time for his match. He wipes off the blood and then puts on his nearby trench-coat. But will he be at his best at such a mental state?
I'm lost in...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:37:58 GMT -5
Match 5: Brimstone vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Hunter) The lights slowly dim, and as always, this signals the start of yet another ACW match. The fans rise anxiously, and look at Philip, who stands dead center in the ring.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from parts unknown, "the Angel of Death," Brimstone! "Angel of Death" hits the speakers as Brimstone comes out onto the stage, and looks over the PPV crowd slowly. Their reaction to him is mixed, mostly because they are unsure as to what to think about him. He performs his flame taunt on the stage, and then walks down the ramp and slides into the ring, where he completes the flame taunt. He poses momentarily, and then huddles himself up in a corner.Philip: And his opponent, from Hong Kong, this is "the Trinity," Jake Cheng! "Hero" hits the speakers as Jake comes out. He gets a much larger pop than Brimstone does, more than likely due to his being a familiar face to the crowd. He poses for a few moments, and eventually slides into the ring, and then goes over to his own corner. Brimstone slowly rises and turns around to look at Jake. He takes off his cloak and throws it to the outside of the ring.Maxwell McNally: Okay, let's set the scene for you, ACW fans: Brimstone is one of ACW's newest acquisitions, and he has stated on more than one occasion that he wishes to prove himself as a tough competitor. “Fast” Eddie Edison: And that's what led him to Jake Cheng over here. Jake has accepted his challenge, but I'm thinking if he gets too cocky, he might lose to Brimstone. This guy has shown that he is very talented, and could easily take advantage of any situation. Either way, this will be a good match. Maxwell McNally: You said it, Eddie. And now we're off! Bell Rings. Brimstone and Jake slowly approach each other, and eventually meet up in the center of the ring. Brimstone stares down at Jake, but Jake simply looks up at him with a smirk on his face. He mouths a few words to Brimstone, and Brimstone instantly throws a punch in his direction. Jake dodges, and attempts to sweep Brimstone off his feet, but Brimstone leaps over his legs. On the way down, he stretches out his leg for a heel drop onto Jake's head, but Jake rolls away. Brimstone spins around after his heel hits the mat, and then throws a kick Jake's way, but Jake grabs it, and then smashes his elbow into Brimstone's knee. Brimstone leaps into the air and delivers a snap enziguri to Jake's head, and Jake flies over into the corner as a result of this. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, we're off to a speedy start here. Maxwell McNally: Brimstone's actions right now are quite violent. I'm not sure what he wants to do more: prove himself or kill Jake. Brimstone runs over to the corner and leaps into the air for a dropkick. Seeing it coming, Jake quickly drops down and rolls out of the ring, and then chuckles as Brimstone crashes into the turnbuckle. Jake grabs both of his legs from the outside, and it appears as if he is going to pull him into the turnbuckle corner so as to destroy his...erm..."happy place." “Fast” Eddie Edison: His wife won't be happy about that... Maxwell McNally: I don't think he's married. “Fast” Eddie Edison: His hooker, whatever. While Maxwell begins to scold Eddie, Brimstone thinks of possible ways to escape his painful, testicular fate. The moment Jake begins to pull, Brimstone grabs the ropes, and then pulls himself back. Jake is thrust into the metal pole, and then Brimstone regains his footing, leaps into the top turnbuckle, and hits a corkscrew moonsault, dubbed the Kamikaze Bomb, on a distracted Jake. Maxwell McNally: Oh, what a counter by Brimstone! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I'm surprised they're already brawling on the outside of the ring; that usually doesn't happen this early. Brimstone hits a quick leg drop on Jake, and then lifts him up. He whips Jake into the security barrier, and then hits him with a quick knee to the gut. Jake falls onto one knee, and then Brimstone leaps onto the security barrier behind him. “Fast” Eddie Edison: We've seen this move before, Brimstone's going for the Blade Runner! Brimstone runs across the barrier and leaps into the air when Jake turns around...but Jake catches him and rams him back first into the ring apron. Brimstone lets out a cry of pain, and Jake extends his suffering by ramming an elbow or two into his gut. Brimstone punches Jake hard on the back, and then elbows him in the face. Once he hears the referee yell "EIGHT," he realizes he has to get back into the ring. He slides in, and Jake follows just before the ten count is completed. Maxwell McNally: And now we're taking it back to the ring... Brimstone extends his leg out for a kick, but Jake pushes his leg away and nails him with a spinning side kick to the head. Jake grabs Brimstone's arm, and then wrenches it. He elbows it a few times, and then nails Brimstone with a quick hook kick to the face. Brimstone falls to the ground, and Jake mounts the top turnbuckle. He leaps into the air for what appears to be a senton bomb, but Brimstone is able to roll out of the way. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Ooooh, Jake crashes and burns! Maxwell McNally: Indeed, it is never quite smart to go for an aerial maneuver too early in a match. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well we are almost five minutes in. Maxwell McNally: Yes, but Brimstone isn't showing any signs of weakness. Indeed not, as Brimstone quickly gets up following Jake's crash and burn, and grabs him from the front. He lifts him high into the air in the vertical suplex position...and then drops him down onto his feet, back to him. Maxwell McNally: What is he... He then locks his arms together, and nails Jake with a powerful tiger suplex! Maxwell McNally: Oh my word! That's quite clever on Brimstone's part. Here we all anticipated a suplex, but he instead turns it into a tiger suplex. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Which is still a suplex, technically speaking. Maxwell McNally: ...indeed. Brimstone lifts Jake up into the air again, and then grabs him. He throws him into the air with the belly to back suplex, but Jake is able to roll out of the move, bounce off the ropes, and nail Brimstone with a powerful leg lariat to the throat. Maxwell McNally: What a counter by Jake! Brimstone recovers relatively quickly, and then kicks Jake in the leg, and then the gut. He spins around and leaps onto the middle rope, and then flies back for a spinning elbow. Jake dodges the move, and then grabs Brimstone for an inverted atomic drop, which he hits successfully. He is about to follow this up with a spinning wheel kick, as always, but Brimstone blocks it and headbutts Jake in the chest. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, that's gonna sting in the morning. Maxwell McNally: I think Brimstone's channeling Zinedine Zidane today... Jake recoils from the move, and then dodges a punch and hits Brimstone with a snap suplex. Brimstone instantly rises up from the move, ducks under a kick, grabs Jake, and nails him with a powerful capture suplex. Jake grabs his back in pain, and then Brimstone runs to the ropes, leaps onto the top one, and flips over for the Corpse Grinder…but Jake rolls out of the way. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, it would’ve been all over for Jake right there if he was hit by that move. Maxwell McNally: I still can’t get over its name… Brimstone almost falls backwards due to an awkward landing, and Jake takes advantage of this by charging at him and clotheslining his legs from under him. Brimstone falls flat on his back, and Jake leaps into the air for a flipping leg drop, but Brimstone rolls out of the way. The two rise and stare at each other momentarily, allowing for a brief break in the action. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Have you noticed, Max, that neither of the men has went for a pinfall yet? Maxwell McNally: I picked up on that, yes. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Any particular reason you can think of? Maxwell McNally: Well this appears to be similar to Hunter vs. Dan White at Omega Effect II: these two simply want to destroy the other, not win the match. But given Brimstone wants to prove himself, he’d obviously benefit more by pinning Jake. “Fast” Eddie Edison: So what’s your theory, then? Maxwell McNally: I suppose they simply haven’t gotten an opportunity for a pinfall. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well they better do it soon; they’ve approached the fifteen minute mark already.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:39:52 GMT -5
Jake and Brimstone lock up once again, and after a brief scuffle, Jake gets the upper hand. Naturally, he’s moderately surprised; Brimstone should have theoretically overpowered him. Deciding not to bother with figuring out why, he sets him up for the flatliner…and when his face flies into the mat with Brimstone’s own flatliner, he realizes that he was set up. Brimstone hops over the rope and onto the apron, and then slowly waits for Jake to rise.
Maxwell McNally: Oh, are we about to see the springboard Dragonrana that he calls the Inferno?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s looking like it!
Jake gets to his feet, and Brimstone instantly leaps onto the top rope, and then flies at Jake…but Jake saw it coming, and so he is able to leap into the air and deliver a powerful dropkick directly to Brimstone’s gut!
Maxwell McNally: Jake countered it!
Following this large impact, Brimstone rolls out of the ring, giving him a moment to recover. As soon as he turns around, he gets a baseball slide to the face courtesy of Jake, and then Jake follows this up by leaping over the top rope, landing on Brimstone’s shoulders, and nailing him with a spinning headscissors, throwing Brimstone directly into the announcer’s table!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Brimstone lands hard right in front of us!
Jake lifts Brimstone up, and then proceeds to ram him back first into the announcer’s table. He attempts to do it again, but Brimstone grabs his head and slams it onto the announcer’s table. He then lifts Jake up high into the perfect position for…
Maxwell McNally: The Black Death? We’ve seen this before, but how is it going to help---
Before he can finish his thought, Brimstone hits the Black Death on Jake through the table!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: OH MY GOD, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUS!!!
Maxwell McNally: Jake could die from that!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: His neck just crashed directly through that table!
Maxwell McNally: We need paramedics out here!
But Brimstone does not bother waiting for the paramedics to appear, and instead he lifts Jake up and rolls him back into the ring.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well surely Brimstone will end the match now…
But he does not, and instead Brimstone kicks Jake a few times while he is down. Brimstone then proceeds to leap onto the middle rope, and then the top rope, and finally flips over for the Corpse Grinder…but Jake moves out of the way again!
Maxwell McNally: How could Jake possibly respond after that move?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: And why didn’t Brimstone finish him when he had the chance?
Maxwell McNally: Either way, this match is far from over!
Jake catches Brimstone’s half-angered, half-confused expression out of the corner of his eye, and so he turns to face him. He smirks, and then shrugs, as if to say he doesn’t know how he’s still alive either. Brimstone charges in, and after dodging a few of his punches, Jake is able to grab his throat. He then goes from this position and nails Brimstone with his patented Jakie Drop!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: The Jakie Drop! Haven’t seen that in a while!
Jake runs up to the turnbuckle, leaps onto it, and then does a back flip, which turns into the 540 leg drop he calls the Final Chapter…but Brimstone rolls out of the way. Jake quickly recovers and stands up, but Brimstone hits him with a crucifix bomb that he dubs the Flamethrower before Jake can even register that it happened. Brimstone jumps onto the turnbuckle, and then goes for the Flight of the Valkyries…and for the first time in the whole match, an aerial move actually reaches its target!
Maxwell McNally: Oh, nice move by Brimstone!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Pin him, damn it!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2006 15:41:24 GMT -5
Brimstone does not follow the sound advice of Eddie Edison, and he pays for it when Jake springs up and nails him with the X-Factor that he dubs the Intermission. Jake whips Brimstone into the corner, lifts him up, and places him onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs up with him, and it appears that he is going for the Mandate of Heaven.
Maxwell McNally: If Jake hits the Mandate of Heaven here, the match will be over!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: And we know that because Jake actually has enough sense to pin!
Jake puts Brimstone’s head between his legs, but Brimstone pushes him off. Jake lands hard on his feet, and then Brimstone locks his legs around his head. Brimstone smashes a fist into his face, spins him around so that his back is to the turnbuckle, leaps into the air, and nails a leg drop onto Jake’s head on the turnbuckle, completing the brutal Decapitation!
Maxwell McNally: I think I can now understand why Brimstone calls that move the Decapitation!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: I will hate him forever if he doesn’t end it now; it’s already been 25 minutes, and going by general ACW rules, the match will be ruled a draw if they don’t pin in five minutes!
Jake falls flat on his back, and Brimstone leaps over the top rope to reenter the ring. He lifts Jake up, but Jake hits him with a quick shot to the gut, and then hits him with an out-of-nowhere single Trinity!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Pin Jake, pin!
As if ignoring the announcers is a trend, Jake does so and mounts the top turnbuckle.
Maxwell McNally: Something tells me he won’t hit whatever it is he wants to hit…
The surprise is not that Jake actually hits the move; the surprise is what the move itself was. It resembles D’Lo Brown’s old finisher, the Lo Down.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, I didn’t expect a Lo Down from Jake.
Maxwell McNally: No one did. From what I’m being told at the moment, it’s one of Jake’s new finishers, and he has dubbed it the “Painkiller.”
The moment that Brimstone receives the bulk of the impact, he rolls out of the ring. Jake can sense that the match is coming to an end, and so he quickly leaps through the middle and top rope for a suicide dive…but Brimstone grabs him and nails a slightly modified Immolation. He rolls into the ring and takes a breath of air while Jake recovers on the outside of the ring.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: The end is coming! There are only about three minutes left!
Somehow Brimstone is actually able to hear Edison’s voice, and when he realizes this, he slides out of the ring and grabs Jake, hoping to roll him into the ring. But Jake has other plans, and so he hits Brimstone with an uppercut, and then hits him with a jawbreaker. Brimstone recovers quickly and grabs Jake in the STO position, but Jake battles out and takes control of the grapple. He then takes this opportunity to begin hitting Brimstone with the Optic Blast, a combination of headbutts in the vain of Al Snow.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Why doesn’t Jake roll him back into the ring?
Maxwell McNally: I think…I think Jake is waiting for the time limit to expire!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What? Why?
Maxwell McNally: He’s well aware that it would take him well over two minutes to defeat Brimstone, and so he’s decided to do the next best thing: draw with him. It takes away from Brimstone’s preferred victory, and Jake doesn’t technically lose.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well that’s cheap…
Maxwell McNally: Maybe so, but it’s clever at the same time.
Brimstone can sense that this is what Jake is doing as well, and so he summons some power deep from within himself and powers out of Jake’s grapple. He scoops him up onto his shoulder, and then throws him through the middle and bottom ropes. He quickly gets in and tries to cover him for a pin, but Jake grabs his leg and doesn’t let go, in a relatively comedic sight.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: …well…it’s effective.
Brimstone stomps on Jake’s face, which damages his nose relatively well, and causes it to bleed. Brimstone takes this opportunity to desperately leap onto the top rope for the Corpse Grinder…but Jake rolls out of the way for the third time in the match!
Maxwell McNally: Nobody home! We have less than a minute here, Eddie!
Jake runs at the ropes, and then bounces off of them. On the way back, Brimstone reaches out for him, but Jake slides under his legs and leaps into the air. Before he lands on earth again, he throws a swift kick to Brimstone’s legs, which buckles the Angel of Death. Jake then rolls out of the ring and stands there, looking at Brimstone slyly.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s coming to an end! Jake is actually going to get away with this!
Brimstone rises and sees Jake taunting him on the outside, and he quickly charges at him. He slides under the bottom rope and lunges at Jake, but the Trinity dodges him and begins to run around the ring. Brimstone runs after him…and then stops the moment he hears the bell ring. It takes him a few moments to realize just exactly what happened, and when he does, he hangs his head low.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of an expired time limit, this match is a DRAW!
The fans boo loudly as Jake quickly runs backstage, knowing full well that he is the last person Brimstone wishes to see right now. No music hits the speakers, and instead Brimstone is left alone by the ring, hearing only the boos of the fans. He shares in their sentiments, to say the least.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Jake stole a possible victory away from Brimstone!
Maxwell McNally: Perhaps, but it was still very clever on his part. It’s a shame that such a terrific match had to end in such a way…
Brimstone looks over the interior of the arena slowly, and then takes a deep breath. He turns around and starts to head up the ramp, picking up his pace with each passing step. Though the match is over, Brimstone is far from finished…
Fade Out.
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