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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 15:56:13 GMT -5
MASAKI rests on his knees, hands on hips. Freeman gets back to his feet however, putting MASAKI under some more pressure. Freeman leaps towards MASAKI, but MASAKI locks him into a Small Package. Freeman gets out of that, but MASAKI quickly locks in the Half Boston Crab. He immediately applies pressure to the hold, and Freeman screams in pain, but is determined not to lose yet another fall and virtually be out of this contest. He reaches for the ropes, but MASAKI quickly steps back into the centre of the ring. However as he does this, he releases some pressure, and Freeman is able to elbow MASAKI hard in the lower back, proving to be the pressure point for MASAKI. MASAKI loses the hold, and Freeman promptly rolls MASAKI into a cover: 1… …2… ….3! McNally: And Freeman scores the points! MASAKI is pinned once again! Edison: He’s certainly struggling here, especially with the condition of his back. But you cannot take away the brilliant reversal by the Freemanator! McNally: …Freemanator? That’s a new one. Edison: Oh hush, let Philip do the announcement. Philip: Jason Freeman has scored a pinfall on MASAKI! This means the score stands as this: The scorecard again pops up on the Alphatron.Christopher Bryant: 2 Points Jason Freeman: 1 Point MASAKI: -1 Point Philip: …There are 12 minutes to go! The rest period goes ahead, and all three men are on their feet. MASAKI watches both, knowing that he must make a cover and that he must go after Bryant over everybody in order to get back on level terms, but Freeman also looks to go for the win. But Bryant and MASAKI immediately rush over towards Freeman, cornering him and as a result Freeman has nowhere to go. MASAKI throws an elbow, whilst Bryant throws a Polish Hammer, and Freeman gets knocked up pretty badly as this assault continues. Bryant then throws Freeman out of the corner, and Freeman hits the opposite turnbuckle harshly, stumbling back. Bryant then grabs him, hooking his arms around Freeman, so they’re behind Freeman, and lifting him off the ground. As Freeman is locked in this hold, MASAKI bounces off the turnbuckle and strikes a powerful Roundhouse kick into the face of Freeman. McNally: Well I don’t see what has gotten into these two characters, but Bryant and MASAKI have suddenly decided to team up against Freeman! Edison: Yeah, you’d think they’d both go after Bryant, I mean he does have all the points… Bryant lifts Freeman up and locks him into a Bearhug, and MASAKI leaps off the ropes, managing to jump over Bryant’s head, and flipping Freeman into a magnificent Sunset Flip. But MASAKI rolls Freeman over and into a seated position, before letting Bryant grab MASAKI’s legs, flip him over and MASAKI plants Freeman with a dropkick as he lands. MASAKI kips up and turns, looking at Bryant, and the fans leap to their feet, applauding MASAKI’s agility. But MASAKI isn’t yet done with Freeman. He tells Bryant to go to the top rope, and MASAKI lifts Freeman up, and then lifting him onto Bryant’s shoulders. There’s a huge cry from the fans, but it’s a positive one rather than a negative one… ?:…AHHHHHHH!!! HELP ME!!! The camera points over to the entrance ramp, and we see Bob running down the ramp, with two security guards bundling down, attempting to catch him. McNally: What the…BOB?! Edison: What’s he doing here again?! Bob rushes down the ramp and into the ring. MASAKI looks confused, but is soon grounded as Bob plants him with a clothesline! He then hits the ropes, and Bryant hits himself on the turnbuckle! Bob then climbs the turnbuckle, and with Freeman, they hit an unbelievable Superplex, causing Bryant to fall several feet down to the ring! However Bob is quickly thwarted by the two security guards, who bombard the ring, and Bob quickly slides out, running into the crowd to a huge cheer as the guards follow. McNally: Well…that was certainly an interesting turn of events in this match… Edison: …It is, but it’s given Freeman a huge hand in this match, as Bryant looks down and out… Bryant is indeed down and out, but Freeman is also completely shattered from the events preceding the Superplex. This allows MASAKI to quickly crawl over, and make the cover of Bryant: 1… 2… 3! McNally: hang on, MASAKI has just scored a pinfall over Bryant! Edison: This means we’re all level! Oh my god this is amazing!! Philip: MASAKI has scored a pinfall on Bryant! This means the score stands as this: The scorecard pops up once more on the Alphatron.Christopher Bryant: 1 Point Jason Freeman: 1 Point MASAKI: 1 Point Philip: …There are 5 minutes to go! The rest period is over, and all three men get to their feet, knowing that a pinfall or submission now would certainly win the match. Bryant grapples with Freeman, but MASAKI then interferes, this time on Freeman’s behalf. MASAKI kicks Bryant in the gut, and the two whip the large man at the ropes. They attempt a double clothesline, but Bryant ducks it. Bryant then attempts a clothesline of his own, but both MASAKI and Freeman leap over his outstretched arms, turning him around and both doubling him over, before hitting a double DDT to the cheers of the fans. MASAKI and Freeman then get to their feet, and watch each other’s movements closely. Freeman throws a punch but MASAKI manages to sidestep him, and attempts an elbow, but Freeman reverses it into a hammerlock. MASAKI kicks Freeman in the shin, and breaks the hold. MASAKI quickly turns around, and attempts a snap suplex, but Freeman lands on his feet. MASAKI turns around but only to be kick in the gut, but lifts Freeman over him and Freeman lands on the floor. McNally: This match is reaching the final moments, and it’s only a matter of time before we get our true Puro Champion. Edison: And it looks to be MASAKI here. He’s the only one on his feet… MASAKI lifts Freeman up and gets him at the ropes. He tries to lift him out the ring, but Freeman puts up some resistance. Freeman manages to lift MASAKI over the ropes, but MASAKI lands on the ring apron. MASAKI then punches Freeman in the jaw and does the same, but Freeman also lands on the ring apron. The two then engage in a punching contest, with MASAKI throwing a punch, then Freeman, then MASAKI, then Freeman. Unfortunately for the two, Bryant gets to his feet and looks mightily pissed off at the two. He runs forwards, unbeknownst to Freeman and MASAKI, and hits an unbelievable double clothesline and all three men land on the ring floor on the outside, all beaten, battered and bruised. McNally: Well remember folks if any three of these men suffer a countout, then they lose a point in this match… All three men slowly manage to climb to their feet, as the referee begins his count. Bryant is up first, and whips MASAKI into the steel steps, causing an almighty crash to echo around the arena. Bryant then turns to Freeman, but Freeman kicks him in the gut, only for Bryant to spear Freeman to the ground… Referee: …TWO……THREE……FOUR…Bryant slowly gets to his feet, but he turns around, and MASAKI darts forwards and hits a spinning heel kick into Bryant. It’s the perfect connection, and Bryant stumbles onto Freeman’s body, trapping him wedged in between the barricade and Bryant’s body, as MASAKI falls to the ground in exhaustion. Referee: …FIVE……SIX……SEVEN…Freeman is awake, but cannot shift the mass that Bryant contains. He frantically tries to move the Model of Excellence but with little energy lift in his body, it’s too much of a job, as MASAKI slowly crawls towards the ring. Referee: …EIGHT……NINE…Freeman manages to shift Bryant away, and frantically tries to grab hold of MASAKI’s foot, who is almost in the ring. But his efforts are thwarted, and with just a minute left of this match, MASAKI managers to get himself into the ring. Referee: …TEN! Ring the bell!McNally: Hang on a second…MASAKI has just managed to take the lead with seconds remaining! Edison: Oh my God! Oh my Allah! Oh my Buddha! Philip: Bryant and Freeman have been counted out, meaning the score is this: The scorecard lights up again.MASAKI: 1 Christopher Bryant: 0 Jason Freeman: 0 Philip: There is just 40 seconds to go in this match! The rest period is over, and the match heads into the final few seconds. Freeman looks desperate to win, but Bryant looks too dazed to have much effect on the match. Freeman goes after the big man, taking him down with a fireman’s carry, but MASAKI grabs Freeman from behind and whips him at the ropes. MASAKI attempts an elbow, but Freeman ducks it and looks in a Cobra Clutch Crossface Hold, much to the cheering of the crowd. McNally: There it is! Surely MASAKI cannot hold out for much longer! Edison: But there’s only 25 seconds to go, can he hold out?! Freeman has tears in his eyes from exhaustion as he applies pressure to the hold, but he can feel the seconds ticking away. For MASAKI on the other hand each second feels like an eternity, with Bryant laid out in the other corner of the ring. Freeman screams out in a vain attempt, showing pure emotion as a countdown appears on the Alphatron, showing 15 seconds. McNally: Is MASAKI going to tap?! Is Freeman going to win the Puro title?! Edison: 15 seconds to go! Come on MASAKI! The count slowly goes down, as Freeman applies more pressure. We get to the final ten seconds and the crowd are making an unbelievable atmosphere, cheering and edging Freeman on to get to win: 10… …9… …8… Freeman applies more pressure… …7… …6… Freeman screams with emotion again, desperate to grab victory… …5… …4… …3… …2… …MASAKI raises his hand, ready to tap… …1… …0 – MASAKI taps!!! McNally: MASAKI survived! MASAKI survived! He didn’t tap until the match was over! Edison: Oh my Jesus!! He tapped nanoseconds after the match was over!!! In the ring, Freeman releases the hold. Sweat pours down his face and he falls onto his back, as MASAKI rolls out of the ring, holding his back with sheer pain, but clutching the Puro Championship.Philip: At the end of the match, at a score of 1 point to 0 points successively, the winner of this match…and STILL Puro Champion…MASAKI! The fans are quick to jeer loudly as “Silent Revelation” hits the PA System, and MASAKI clutches the Puro championship very close to his chest, as the referee throws his arms in the air. MASAKI quickly leaves though, smirking as he walks backwards up the ramp, glaring through his mask at the downed Bryant and Freeman, who watches MASAKI closely through the ropes, adamant that this quest for the Entertainment title isn’t yet over.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 15:56:42 GMT -5
Segment: Who The Fuck Taught You Snaps? (Credit: Scott + Kudo) Scott pulls his Glock from his front pocket and aims it at the ground as he treads cautiously through the backend of the ACW arena.BANG! Scott jumps behind the nearest corner.BANG! His heart races as sweat trickles down his forehead. He focuses and allows the footsteps to get closer and closer.
Louder. Louder still.NOW!Scott jumps out and points his gun at the man from behind.Scott: Put the gun down! The man, adorned in a hooded cloak, turns to reveal a cold glare. He lifts his gun and points it at Scott.Scott: I said drop it! Man: You don’t have the balls to shoot me. Go on, do it ya’ gutless wonder! His voice isn’t familiar at all…Scott: …Who are you? And how the hell’d you find me in this maze of a place? Man: What’s it ta’ you? You’ll be dead soon. As for how I found you… The man reveals his pocket locater device and smirks. Scott lifts his gun, but the man shoots it clean out of his hand. Scott shakes his wrist at the pain of whiplash. The man slowly raises his gun back up and points it at Scott’s head. The most effective shot to finish off ones adversary; the Headshot.Man: I hope you’re ready to spend eternity in hell. BANG! The sound of knee against skull coupled with a gun shot is what one might call, loud. Kudo Yasuda lands on his feet as the man lies unconscious in the middle of the hallway. He rushes over to Scott and sees a bullet hole in his shirt. He quickly unbuttons his shirt to tend to the wound, but instead finds a bullet proof vest. Scott sits against the wall shocked at what just happened, and looks at Kudo.Scott: You...you risked your life to save mine…why? Kudo stands in front of him.Kudo: Just call it a natural reaction. I can't just stand back and watch you, a light heavyweight and the light heavyweight champion, get caught up in this mess. Scott: But I was such a jerk to you… Kudo: That doesn't matter anymore. I've sat back and seen this go far enough. Besides, if you died, I wouldn’t have gotten my Light Heavyweight Title shot, would I? Kudo smirks as he says his sarcastic comment, and even in the heat of the situation the two are able to share a light chuckle.Scott: …Wait…how did you find me…? Kudo, straight face and all, pulls out his own locating device, an exact replica of the ones used by the previous gun men/women. Scott looks shocked, but before he can say anything from the left of the screen a dozen SWAT officers rush towards Scott and Kudo.SWAT #1: We were called about gunshots. Is everybody in this part of the arena ok? Scott: Yeah, except for him. Scott points to the man on the ground. He lets out a gentle groan and rolls his head over.SWAT #1: We’ll secure the area, gentlemen. Don’t worry, we’ll get your girlfriend as well, Mr Andrews. Scott: But how did you guys know - - - SWAT #1: Ok, let’s move out team! SWAT# 2: Johnson, Bennett, you come with me. Samson, Young, you go with Sgt. Harper. The rest of the squad let their superiors know they have the message and each group go their separate ways.Kudo: It is almost time for our match, Scott. I hope that now the only thing that will be on your mind tonight is defending that title against me tonight. I would be utterly disappointed if it happened any other way. Scott begins to pick himself back up, still leaning against the wall and still a bit in shock, things running through his mind at supersonic speed as Kudo begins to walk away. Scott places his hand on his shoulder, stopping him.Scott: Kudo… Kudo turns around.Scott: I just...want to thank you again… Kudo: Don’t mention - - - Scott: - - - and…I’m sorry… Scott extends his hand and it is met almost instantaneously by Kudo’s as they shake out of pure respect, something the fans would of never thought could happen.Scott: No more running... Scott stares intently into Kudo's eyes. Kudo nods in approval.Kudo: No more running. I'll see you in the ring, and may the best man win. Kudo turns once more and walks down the corridor. Scott’s only option is to try and phase out the fact that his girlfriend is missing, and most probably being held captive by that bastard, Ivan Carter. By all means, he can do it, but it’s going to be hard. Not that facing Kudo Yasuda isn’t…FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 15:58:53 GMT -5
Segment: Bread molds, people die…wrester break kayfabe. (Credit: Rena)
The screen goes black as “pre-recorded message from Rena Matheson” fades in with white lettering. It soon fades to Rena Matheson, in what seems to be her elegant living room. Her legs are swept up with her, in a most candid and vulnerable feel about the air as she look out of frame from the camera.
Rena: are we on? Okay. Hey, everyone.
She squishes herself back up as her knees falls shortly away from her chest. Her outfit does not contain any elaborate costuming, only an extra-long baseball jersey and nothing else.
Rena: Well there’s been a lot of rumors around everywhere about my retirement from ACW. I’ll have to admit they knew before I did, but after much thought I decided maybe my time is up In Alpha Championship. If I could hear you all in the crowd, you’d all be cheering. Really, you all kept me going every time I was on the road and going through a real shitty time. To everyone who has worked with me, thanks for all the good times. I have hand-picked the very woman to take my place as ACW’s number one Diva, and I hope you’ll be pleased after her fallout debut. Thanks….
[fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:00:44 GMT -5
Segment: Cooking up trouble (Credit: Leon)
The scene opens up in what looks like a kitchen. You can see white cabinets, and white counters. Along with a stove and an island in the center of the kitchen. The camera then moves to a spinning frying pan. The fans seem confused, but then the camera zooms out to show, Leon Chase. He is standing there with the frying pan in his hands, and a tall chef hat on his head. The crowd cheers at the site of what they have been wanting for a long time. Next to Leon is his wife Kelsey, both have a serious face on. Then Leon relaxes his face and seems less serious.
Leon: Hey, ACW fans. Are you ready to see the Chef, return to action tonight?
Crowd cheers
Leon: Well, thats too bad. Crowd boos. I didn't do this for you ACW fans, alright? I did this for me and my wife. Nick, this has become personal. I never wanted Kelsey to be involved in this. But you made it this way. And after tonight, you will know that you are messing with the wrong son of a bitch. Let's go.
Leon takes off the hat and sets on the counter, the camera zooms into that before fading out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:01:26 GMT -5
Match 5: Ladder and Weapon Match Nick Durden and Renix vs. Leon Chase and Kelsey Chase The show has just passed the halfway mark, and the crowd, already thrilled by what they’ve seen so far, is becoming ever more hyped as they see four different weapons being brought to the ring. One is placed at each corner – Kendo Stick, Garbage Can, Steel Chair and Frying Pan…
… and a pair of ladders, each just tall enough to allow a person standing at the top to reach the smooth, simple form of a lead pip suspended directly above the ring, and directly above where Philip Jones now stands.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is a special tornado tag contest; the object of the match is to retrieve the lead pipe hanging above the ring, and use it on your opponent or opponents to secure victory! Around the ring you will also see four other weapons, and the competitors may each use two of these as determined by their four previous encounters, in any way they deem necessary. The crowd knows what that means, violence and lots of it. The opening of “Down with the Sickness” is playing…Philip: Introducing first, from Vencie Beach California and Gresham, Oregon… the team of Nick Durden and Renix Williams! Renix and Nick come out together and go to opposite sides of the stage, getting the crowd pumped as pyro blazes. They then join up and walk down the ramp side by side; the crowd presses to see them, and as they enter the ring a great cheer goes up. Nick’s eyes are bright; the young daredevil lives for matches such as these. As for Renix, she’s more pensive, aware that this won’t be an easy or comfortable match for any of them…
As their music fades, “Jesus or a Gun” replaces it and the crowd immediately begins to boo.Philip: And their opponents, from New York City and Flint, Michigan…. The team of Leon and Kelsey Chase! The Chases do nothing to court the audience’s favor; they simply proceed directly to the ring, noting the position of the items on the outside before entering. The booing continues and Nick and Chase stare one another down; Philip leaves and the referee prepares to start the match. After a little consultation, both women agree to start the match on the apron, ready to enter when the advantage is theirs, and the men are set to begin as the referee calls for the bell.Bell Rings. They’ve had plenty of time to prepare for this moment, and as the bell sounds not even wild horses could hold Chase and Nick back as they storm toward one another, with Kelsey and Renix both shouting encouragement from the ropes. Nick is up on his toes and he batters at Chase with an opening salvo of forearm blows; Chase defends with upheld arms, and Nick spots an opportunity to land a mighty kick to the gut. The crowd cheers loudly as Chase grunts and stumbles back; Nick advances, but from the apron Kelsey proves she’s got brains as well as beauty and snatches up Chase’s frying pan from its position close to her corner, tossing it neatly to him as he draws close. Chase catches it in one hand, and swings it in a single movement so that Nick has no time to duck – it connects with his shoulder and the crowd winces, whilst simultaneously cheering a bit for the reappearance of the pan in competition. Nick drops and rolls to avoid Chase’s second swing; the impact of having the ladies involved in the match comes into play a second time, with Renix sliding a ladder into the ring across the floor just as Nick rolls toward her. With a flash of a smile, Nick lifts up the ladder and blocks Chase with it; the vibration of metal on metal makes a clear ringing sound, and Nick drops the ladder into a standing position before diving through the gap between the two halves and taking the fight right back to his opponent. As the two men exchange blows, Renix is already in the ring; she climbs the ladder with a great turn of speed, and Kelsey rushes into the fray, narrowly avoiding being struck by a swinging blow from her own husband as she makes for the ladder. With her light frame she is able to ascend quickly, and Renix has no time to reach the lead pipe before Kelsey reaches the top and slaps her to a loud “Oooh!” from the crowd. Renix looks furious, and acting on instinct she gets a foot to the top of the ladder and pushes off, tackling Kelsey with her. The crowd, most of whom hadn’t expected the ladies to take these sort of risks, cries out and this alerts Chase and Nick, who both break off of attacking one another and manage to break the worst of the fall for their partners. This leaves everyone in a heap but none the worse for wear, and the ladder is still tantalizingly positioned close to the centre of the ring… Renix scrambles for the ladder again – after her rather rapid descent she is aware that things could rapidly get very dangerous in this match, and she wants it over with as quickly as possible. She doesn’t get very far this time, however, as Chase is up on his feet (having been able to recover more quickly from the “save”, and he grasps her from behind and lifts her up high before flipping her over and performing a strong powerbomb. The fans cry out, and Kelsey tries to take advantage of the numbers game – but Nick is up, and with his now-famed agility he runs to the ropes closest to the side Kelsey wants to climb and springs off of them, landing about a third of the way up the ladder above her. The crowd roars as Nick jumps off into a moonsault and knocks Kelsey flat; both ladies are now down and lying on the sides of the ring, and Nick stands up only to discover Chase charging at him from a rope rebound and looking rather pissed off. Nick dives to the side and Chase knocks the ladder over, causing it to fold up; it tips so that the top end slides to the outside of the ring and the bottom just barely catches on the second rope, forming an impromptu ramp. With no way of reaching the lead pipe for now, Chase and Nick engage in a bit of toe to toe fighting; it’s evenly balanced for several seconds until Chase finds an opening in Nick’s defence and lifts Nick up into a Fireman’s carry position to deliver the Diamond Driver (The Prophecy). The fans boo, and Leon just smirks as he picks up the end of the ladder and starts to pull it back into the ring; he gets it just about half-way in before Nick is up, and he drops the ladder to defend himself as Nick rushes forward and attempts a leg lariat. Chase dodges it and flips Nick off, but he hasn’t realized where Nick is going; and as Nick reaches the ropes next to the ladder he jumps up and springs off of the ropes to the outside… straight on to the extended part of the ladder balanced up on them. The bottom end of the ladder shoots up due to the “see-saw” effect and crunchingly connects with Chase’s chin; Nick tumbles to the outside as Chase’s legs buckle, and now everyone looks as if this match is going to take a significant toll before it’s over.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:02:09 GMT -5
With a few aches in his muscles starting to make themselves felt, Nick looks for something to help him create and maintain an advantage, and he finds it in the crowd pleasing form of a Kendo stick which is waiting next to his home corner as promised. Nick holds it up and re-enters the ring; Chase is still down next to the ladder which has see-sawed back to its original position. Moving closer, Nick is choosing where to strike when he himself is struck from behind; Kelsey has staggered to her feet, and with Chase’s pan in hand, she belts Nick hard across the back of the head. Nick collapses, and Kelsey just laughs as the crowd boos… but the booing becomes cries of encouragement as they see that Renix is on her feet, and she does not look at all pleased. Kelsey beckons her to come forward, waving the pan, however Renix is not intimidated and she sidesteps when Kelsey swipes, gets behind her and pulls off a beautiful german suplex. The pan skitters from Kelsey’s hand and Renix jumps to her feet, runs at the ropes and pulls off the Devious Drop (a no-hands lionsault). The crowd cheers with great enthusiasm and, with a few moments to herself Renix pulls back the tipped ladder and rights it, once again opening up a path to victory. She’s only just got it into position, however, when she’s confronted with the imposing figure of Leon Chase; Chase hits her with a clubbing forearm and tries to take Renix permanently out of the match with the Molotov Cocktail. He elevates her, and the crowd yells in alarm – but Chase is foiled as Nick leaps to his feet and runs forward to hit a low dropkick to his opponent’s knee. Chase drops Renix, and Nick shouts to her as she rolls to the outside of the ring. To everyone’s surprise, Renix grabs another ladder and pushes it to Nick; Chase tries to shoulder-block his opponent but is met instead by an arm drag, and Nick swiftly snatches the Kendo stick from where it fell earlier and hits Chase across the side of his head.
Chase falls, and the crowd pops, but in the midst of the action neither Renix nor Nick have spotted Kelsey trying to climb the standing ladder without being spotted. The crowd alerts Nick, who rushes over; he grabs the ladder, and gives Kelsey a glare before shoving it hard. Kelsey jumps off and rolls out of the ring as it falls, straight on top of Chase; with the fans now riveted to the match, Nick can’t resist a bit of high flying, and he nips over to the ropes, signals with a raised arm, and then performs a springboard leg drop to Chase with the ladder still on top of it. The crowd loves it, but the impact on to the metal hurts Nick as well as his opponent, and the fans aren’t sure if he might be pushing himself too hard as he rolls off of the ladder gripping the underside of his thigh in what looks like pain….
Meanwhile, the ring is now cluttered with two fallen ladders as well as weaponry, and as both Nick and Chase try to get themselves back to their feet, Kelsey and Renix are on the outside and they catch sight of one another. They both have enough sense to realize that they stand an excellent chance of victory if they can take their rival out of the match, and there is no hesitation as they move toward one another. Renix looks confident, and certainly has the stronger striking power as she forces Kelsey against the side of the ring, but Kelsey is sly and as Renix’s attack becomes more vigorous, she sticks out a foot and twists, causing Renix to slip and fall hard against the steel ring steps. The crowd is alarmed, and Renix cries out in shock and pain; Nick, who is up on one knee, gets up and moves quickly toward her, not seeing that Kelsey has grabbed the trashcan which is standing in the corner awaiting Chase’s attentions. With great timing, she jumps on to the apron and stuffs the trash can over Nick’s head; Nick staggers back, and before he can get rid of it Chase is on his feet, pan in hand. The sound of pan on can fills the arena as Chase lets rip with a series of blows, which looks slightly comical but is also extremely damaging to the person on the wrong end; Nick manages to get the can off, but all the vibration has left him completely disorientated and Chase takes full advantage, lifting his foe and executing the rare Gold Rush (Quakendriver II). The fans boo angrily, but there’s no denying the class Chase and his wife have shown working as a team, and now there remains only the simple matter of climbing a little ladder…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:03:47 GMT -5
Kelsey urges Chase on as he sets one of the two ladders up and begins to ascend; Nick stirs, but Kelsey is watching him closely and she kicks him in the ribs, determined not to let him interfere. She thinks she has everything under control, but a portion of the crowd knows different and excitement spreads as Renix, with a look of pure rage, drags herself into the ring and creeps up on Kelsey. With his eyes on the pipe Chase doesn’t see her, and hence Kelsey is oblivious until Renix tackles her from behind and right out of the ring. A catfight of epic proportions breaks out, and the crowd watches as Nick pulls himself up and starts to climb the ladder doggedly after Chase; the two battles are different but equally intense, and there is a pop as Renix produces a lovely snap suplex. She shouts at Kelsey, who is fuming as she rises; the pair literally and figuratively have their claws out, and it’s about to spark off again when-
??: Coming THROUGH!
Yes, Bob is still giving security the runaround, and he nips between the two stunned ladies and then circles the ring. The crowd laughs as the guards trip over the trash can that’s rolled to the outside; Bb comes back to the two women and, with a 24-carat smile, gives Renix a peck on the cheek. Renix blushes deeply; Bob turns to Kelsey, who tries to look aloof whilst also quietly anticipating the kiss…
Bob: ……Nah, I do have standards you know. Catch you later…
And he’s off, once again leading his own noisy parade as he escapes through a different section of the crowd. Renix smiles, and Kelsey looks even more sour than before. She stamps on Renix’s foot-
-but at that precise second everyone’s attention is drawn to the top of the ladder where Chase and Nick have been struggling, unaware of the shenanigans below. For a second it looks like Nick will fall, but then he comes back with a roaring elbow to Chase’s temple, and Chase grips the ladder, badly disorientated. Nick turns him around so he is sitting, descends a step or two, and then gets him rested on his shoulders in a kind of crucifix position. The crowd rises to its feet… and Nick completes the Jesus Christ Pose (flipping slam), sending Chase and himself off of the ladder and down to the mat to a huge surge of sound from the fans.
Kelsey and Renix are both in the ring like a shot, concern scarred across their faces. It’s obvious now that both men are being pushed to their physical limits – Nick may be the instigator of much of the action, but his high-risk strategy is coming at a great cost, and Chase gently but firmly pushes Kelsey back, knowing that now is the time he has to dig deep and capitalize. As Renix tries to help Nick up, Chase directs Kelsey and they make sure that both ladders are set up next to one another, and then both starting to climb. Renix, sensing the urgency, hurries to the ladder Kelsey is on and grabs her ankles; the two women struggle and Renix manages to pull her opponent down, her lack of weight counting against her this time. Chase continues unopposed, and Nick gets to the second, now vacant ladder; he grabs his trusty Kendo stick and climbs as quickly as his tired legs will carry him.
Chase is also getting very fatigued and climbs much more slowly than at the start of the match, with the result being that the two men arrive at about the same time. Balanced precariously, Chase goes for broke and grabs the pipe; Nick takes a deep breath, and then with the crowd watching agog he borrows a leaf from the Sandman’s book… and performs a Russian Leg Sweep with the Kendo Stick to knock Chase and himself down yet again! The crowd goes mental, no one can quite believe that this match is still going on and the referee assigned to monitor the match enters the ring and checks on both men. There is concern as the referee takes his time, but both Chase and Nick are fighting back to their feet, neither of them wants this match to end here and the crowd erupts in spontaneous respect for both men. The referee gives the all-clear to succeed, and as Nick looks at Chase he sees something out of the corner of his eye…
It’s all happening within less than a second; the gauntlet has been thrown down one last time, and the fans yell and chant and shout at a peak of excitement as they sense that this match is now in its final enthralling stages. Chase and Nick give it everything they have, with Nick delivering the Gyroscope Kick and then following directly with the Tumbling Lightning (Rolling Thunder); Chase somehow endures this and grabs Nick’s ankle to trip him before he can get to one of the ladders, pulls himself up and then busts out the Big Apple Bomb (Texan Tower Bomb). Kelsey and Renix are also fighting bitterly, and it’s this confrontation that turns out to be pivotal as Renix succeeds in performing the Shining Wizard; she picks up the steel chair, the one as yet unused weapon in the match, and smashes Chase across the back with it before he can capitalize on Nick’s weakness. Nick forces himself back to his feet, looks at Renix, the chair and the ladder; with a huge grin, he sets up the chair in front of the ladder, and as Renix gets clear he rushes at the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. The crowd goes berserk as Nick leaps over the prone Chase, jumps on the chair to the ladder and then moonsaults, chair in hand, to crush Chase and complete the Bombs over Baghdad, one of his most special and rarely seen techniques. The fans are blown away, and they think it’s all over… but even as Nick is getting himself to the ladder, Kelsey makes a wild and rash charge at him and knocks him back. Unsteady from all the punishment he’s taken, Nick drops to his knees; Kelsey tries to kick him only to be blocked by Renix, and the ladies fight furiously next to the ropes as Nick half-crawls back to the ladder. A few feet away, Chase is heading for the other, and they slowly climb, each only half aware of the other and of the extraordinary sound the crowd is making. When they finally get to the top, there is a moment of pause as they face off; it ends here, tonight, one way or the other…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:04:09 GMT -5
Leon and Nick trade vicious blows while each stands on the second highest rung of their respective ladders. Eventually, Nick is able to get the upper hand and unload a furious flurry of left fists to Leon’s jaw and temple. Once Leon is sufficiently stunned, Nick turns around and uses his arms to trap Leon’s upper body. Then Nick, with his arms still locked around Leon, leaps forward, driving him backward to the mat with a brutal Throwdown off the top of the ladder! Meanwhile, Kelsey lifts Renix in a fireman’s carry, but Renix wriggles out of her grasp to land behind her. Renix quickly wraps her right arm around Kelsey’s head and drops down in a reverse DDT! By this time, Nick has regained just enough strength to lock in the Clincher on Leon! Seeing that both of her opponents are subdued, Renix begins climbing the ladder. Fatigue weighs down every fiber in her body, but she slowly drags her weary limbs up each rung. Spurred on by chants of “R-N-X!” from the crowd, Renix makes a last burst near the top of the ladder and plucks down the lead pipe!
Edison: The pipe is down! Things can only get uglier from here!
Renix drops from the ladder and lithely lands on her feet. As Kelsey struggles to pull herself up by the corner, Renix anxiously pounds the lead pipe on the ground in anticipation. As soon as Kelsey gets back to her feet, Renix swings the pipe and smacks her straight in the ass!
DING, DING, DING!
Jones: Here are your winners...RENIX WILLIAMS...and NICK DURDEN!
The pipe shot to her behind immediately shakes Kelsey out of her woozy haze, and she hastily hightails it out of the ring. Hearing the sweet melody of the bell that signifies his victory, Nick releases Leon, who rolls out of the ring just as speedily as his wife. The ring is only for the victors. As Leon and Kelsey dejectedly make the walk of shame back up the entryway, Nick and Renix haughtily taunt them while “Girlfight” blares over the PA. Nick and Renix then shift their attention to the fans and then take bows to thank them for their applause. Finally, Nick and Renix turn to face each other. Now eye to eye, they high five in acknowledgement of each other’s stellar effort. They seem to linger for just a split second, and Nick takes this opportunity to plant a soft kiss on Renix! Renix seems to be in total shock at this. Seemingly completely unsure of how to react, she can only slowly walk backward while wearing an expression of confusion. She exits the ring and precipitately runs to the safety of backstage.
McNally: Well, Nick Durden managed to close out his year with a victory, but he’s not so lucky in the romance department. Tough break for a nice kid.
Nick is as dumbfounded as Renix and is left in the middle of the ring, gazing down disconsolately at the mat and shaking his head in frustration as the show goes to a break.
OOC: Ending events credit to Nick D.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:05:16 GMT -5
Segment: Identity...ytitnedI :tnemgeS (Credit: Hunter).........(retnuH :tiderC)
"Inherit nothing but the weak From the black bird's long old beak One lost haven, for naught I care Five dead souls will take me there."
Why must these initiations take so damn long? One would think that an ultra violent, power hungry mobster would live with killing one person in a day, right? Well...no, likely not. But despite the NOW apparent obviousness of the situation, I am still not pleased. After all, I just went through with my very first kill today, and to say that I'm confident is...well, it's bullshit, really. And yet here I am, atop yet another roof, looking through the same godforsaken scope, awaiting another godforsaken victim. To my...moderate pleasure, Tom is by my side, following suit. I suppose he's there for...wait...why is he there?
Tom: Because there's quite a crowd coming, and I need to pick off anyone you miss.
...he can read my mind?
Tom: Yeah.
I say absolutely nothing, and he turns to me and chuckles.
Tom: You're so easily readable.
I doubt that that was a compliment.
Tom: Oh indeed it was not. Fantastic observational skills you have there.
Sarcasm.
He chuckles and looks back through the scope. I follow suit, if to simply prevent him from looking at my face again. There's something about that little..."skill" of his that I don't like. But you can't really blame me, can you?
So tell me...why in the hell are we here?
He pauses for a moment, as if trying to figure out the answer himself.
Tom: Well, James asked us to be here.
Technically, no, he asked me. You randomly appeared and decided to tag along.
He opens his mouth, and then abruptly shuts it. What's that about?
Tom: ...yeah. Regardless, a word of advice: no matter how much you may not like doing what James tell you to do, you ALWAYS do it. That is, unless your Christmas wish is to wake up at the bottom of a river with a concrete brick strapped to your legs.
Assuming a wake up at all.
Tom: Exactly. But shut up, I can hear them coming.
How---?
Tom: Doesn't matter. Get ready to take all of the shots. Don't make me fire my gun, because I don't want to.
Why not?
Tom: Too much unnecessary effort on my part.
I chuckle, and then look through the scope again. And just like magic, I see the form of Mr. Mayamashi appear before me, leading a large duo of who I can only assume are fellow Yakuza. He looks a bit older than I imagined, but given the picture I received was taken a few years ago, that makes perfect sense.
Why would the Yakuza---?
Tom: Shut up!
I stop talking instantly, but the thought remains in my head. Why would the Yakuza decided to do a simple drug deal, and why in the hell would they do it in the states? I know I'm not technically supposed to ask any questions, or try to get to know my victims or anything, but...it's still interesting. But before I can continue on my mental quest, I see another man appear below me, lead by a tall, dark man in a white suit. The man stops before Mr. Mayamashi, looks him over, and then sidesteps, allowing Mr. Hoffmann to step up to him. They casually nod to each other, and then begin to speak about what I can only assume are drugs.
Tom: Okay, go for it.
Wait a second...
I aim the rifle at Mr. Mayamashi's chest, and I leave it perfectly aimed for a few moments, never pulling on the trigger. I can feel Tom's eyes hovering over me, and yet I remain perfectly still, trying to take deep, measured breaths.
Tom: Man, it's time!
Wait!
I can do it...I can do it...I can do it...
Tom: For fuck's sake, you killed a guy an hour ago. The second one is always the easiest!
He's right, and I know it. And yet...I can't do it. Why is the second one so hard?
Tom: Fuck this, I'm taking it---
I can feel him jump slightly as I pull down on the trigger. There's a brief break as I watch the remaining four men turn around and look directly at me, all before Mayamashi hits the ground. Feeling a sudden surge of power, I pull down on the trigger four more times, eyes completely closed. I slowly open them, and I see four more men fall down beside Mayamashi, and the pool of blood coming from them spreads at a seemingly eternal pace. I rise up quickly, and Tom looks at me with eyes widened.
What?
Tom: ...how...you...you got each of them with one bullet!
Isn't that the point?
Tom: I've never seen anyone take out five guys with one bullet each in...what was it...five seconds?
Something like that.
He notices I'm standing, and then snaps out of his little "disbelief" phase.
Tom: Where the hell are you going?
Well, theoretically, doesn't one flee the scene of the crime after the crime has been committed?
Tom: News flash, hot shot: drug deals are made in abandoned areas, and if you look around, you'll see that we are, indeed, in an abandoned area. The only people within a two mile radius here are you, me, and five dead guys. I think we're safe.
What do you propose?
Tom: I propose you sit the hell down and relax.
I was never one for disobeying a higher authority. I drop down next to him, and nonchalantly light his cigarette for him. We sit side by side and look out at the pool of blood as if it were a beautiful, peaceful sight.
Tom: It's still beyond me how you could have done that.
Luck?
Tom: Maybe. I cannot wait to see the look on James'---
No no no no no no. Do NOT tell James.
Tom: Why the hell not?
Because he'll give me more jobs.
Tom: So?
Killing six people every day is not my idea of fun.
Tom: Five.
Six. You forgot McAvoy back about an hour ago.
Tom: Five.
He looks at me sternly, and I slowly raise my eyebrow. I know what he's getting at before he even says anything.
...that was you?
He smiles and peacefully flexes his eyebrows.
Tom: It's part of the procedure, kid. James does this for everyone.
And what, exactly, is "this?"
Tom: He sends a veteran to make sure the new guy doesn't fuck it up.
So you killed McAvoy?
Tom: Yeah.
That means I fucked up?
Tom: At the time. You sort of made up for it now.
How so?
He looks at me as if I asked the dumbest question in the world, and then slowly points his finger to the five body heap before me.
...right. Sorry.
There is a brief pause, and then I ask him the only question I can think of asking, just to break the awkward silence.
Did you fuck up?
Tom: What, my first time?
Yeah.
Tom: Of course. To start with, I couldn't properly get it up, and then the phone ringed in the middle of it, and I was dumb enough to stop and pick up. It didn't help that it took me like...five minutes just to figure out how to thrust properly. The girl didn't like it that much, I think that was the last time we---
I mean the first time you killed someone.
Tom: I know. I was fucking with you.
Pause.
Tom: But, yeah, I messed up too.
Who was your "wing man?"
Tom: ...interesting way of putting it.
Thanks.
Tom: It was James himself.
Really? Wow, you guys must go way back.
Tom: ...not...really. I've been with him for three or so years, and he's had the business for a bit more than that.
But I thought---
Tom: Look, it's best not to ask questions. Sometimes not having answers is much safer than knowing everything.
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It speaks to him, in a way. He can't help but feel as if all of these dreams, and their flowing into his real world...he can't help but think it's more than a coincidence. His eyes are perfectly still in the darkness, and he stares ahead into nothingness, attempting to gather his memories. Perhaps he should start keeping a journal? That would easily help him keep track of everything that is going on. But he can't do that now, because it's almost time for his match. And so he leaves the room and walks down the hall to Ginger's Office, where Ginger called him for a brief private meeting. And the only things that are in his head throughout his entire trip are the words that he heard from the one man who he can call a friend...the one man he cannot even remember.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:05:56 GMT -5
Match 6: Panopticon Match Brimstone vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: BK / Hunter) The lights dim and the Alphatron flickers on the moment that we return from the commercial break. Philip slowly enters the ring, and begins to speak.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is the Panopticon Match! The fans cheer enthusiastically as he pauses, then continues.Philip: Both competitors will be locked inside the Panopticon structure you see outside. The fans turn to the Alphatron and see the large cage in the parking lot, and they all gaze at its immense magnificence.Philip: Their aim is to use a ladder to get out of the structure through the hole at the top of the cage. The winner will be the first person to land on the mats on the outside of the cage. And now, introducing first, from parts unknown, the "Angel of Death," BRIMSTONE! "Angel of Death" hits the speakers, and the fans watch as Brimstone is led blindfolded to the structure, his hands handcuffed behind him. The crane outside slowly lifts the cage up, and the workers bring Brimstone inside, then uncuff him and whisper something in his ear. He is still wearing the blindfold, but the fans can tell that he does not need it at all, given his eyes are locked shut in concentration.Philip: And his opponent, from Hong Kong, this is "The Trinity," JAKE CHENG! "Hero" hits the speakers, and the fans cheer a bit more as Jake appears from the other side of the screen and is led to the cage. He enters slowly, and the workers do exactly what they did for him as they did for Brimstone. Jake is left standing perfectly still in the darkness, still wearing his blindfold. Both men can feel the cage lower down around them, and when they hear it snap shut around them, they both remove their blindfolds and stare holes into each other's foreheads.Jake: Chilly, ain't it? Bell Rings. Jake wastes absolutely no time taking it to Brimstone with a flurry of forearms to his face. He then follows up with a stiff kick in the abdomen before tossing him into one of the unforgiving steel walls of the Panopticon structure. With Brimstone down, still recovering from the assault - Jake pulls the ladder to the center of the ring from the corner it was rested upon and sets it up aligned with the opening at the top. Quickly, Jake makes his way up the ladder and looks to be ending this match early but Brimstone grabs him by his tights and throws him down to the mat rather aggressively. Brimstone looks at the ladder set up in the ring, and knows full well that he has the opportunity to escape this prison - but instead he kicks the ladder down and now approaches Jake. He picks up Jake and sets him up in the rather dark corner before laying into his chest with a knife edge chop. The chop makes Jake howl, creating some sort of an echo in this prism like environment and the effect follows again after Brimstone delivers another chop to the chest. Brimstone manages to Irish whip Jake across the ring with a lot of force, making him ricochet off the turnbuckles. Brimstone charges at Jake with a great amount of velocity, looking to take his head off with a lariat but Jake rolls out of the way. Jake reaches out for the ladder, hoping to grab it before Brimstone can grab him but his attempt is futile as Brimstone locks in a rear waist lock before delivering a high and tight Belly to Back Suplex to the former Light Heavyweight Champion. Jake rolls back onto his stomach from the sheer drop from the German Suplex and holds the back of his neck in pain as the people in the arena cringe and go "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" at the very site of this move inside the Panopticon Prison. Jake rolls over on his back, still recovering from the German and now Brimstone grabs the ladder on the other side of the ring and smiles while holding it. He turns it upside down, so the top step of the ladder is pointing towards the ground, and begins to fiercely drive it into the abdomen of Jake. Jake screams out in pain with every shot he receives from the huge 15 foot ladder, and Brimstone delivers a final huge blow which nearly knocks the wind out of the former Entertainment Champion. Jake clutches his abdomen, writhing in pain on the canvas and now Brimstone tosses the ladder aside - not even thinking for a second to set it up in the middle of the ring - and picks up Jake. He pulls Jake towards him, and lifts him up for the Black Death. Within the bit of a stall, Jake shows some signs of life and flips out of the maneuver before dropping to his knees and delivering a huge low blow to Brimstone. Brimstone's eyes widen in a cartoonish like fashion and even water a bit before he keeling over in insurmountable pain. Jake staggers up to his feet quickly and tosses Brimstone head first into the walls of the panopticon structure. The shot into the wall leaves Brimstone a bit groggy but Jake delivers a final shot to him with an Evenflow DDT - planting him into the ground. Chances are if this match were contested under pinfall rules, Jake would be really close to winning, but now Jake has to go through the trouble of setting up the ladder. Still holding his abdomen from the several shots by Brimstone, Jake grabs the ladder and now carries it into the corner. For sure the fans thought that Jake would look to win this match very quickly, but it looks like the Trinity would like to dish out some punishment of his own. Jake sets up the ladder in the corner horizontally so it rests on the top turnbuckle with the upper step facing the ring. Jake walks over to Brimstone and picks him up before pounding on him a few times with some stiff rights. He pushes Brimstone in the corner to get the greatest impact possible and whips him across the ring. Brimstone looks to counter the irish whip to send Jake into the corner, but Jake counters that himself and sends Brimstone jaw first into the top of the ladder. Brimstone drops right under the ladder, holding his mouth in pain and Jake smiles - proud of the pain he is dishing out at this moment. Jake stalks Brimstone from behind, waiting for him to rise to his feet so he can dish out another move and Brimstone eventually does get to a vertical base. Brimstone turns around and Jake delivers a kick to his abdomen before hitting an Inverted Unprettier on the ring canvas, working more on his head area. Brimstone looks totally out of it, with his eyes glazed over, and in the glaze Jake sees his prime opportunity exit this hell on earth. Jake pulls the ladder from the top turnbuckle and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He looks at Brimstone totally out of it on the mat, and now chuckles himself before climbing the ladder. Jake takes his sweet time getting up the ladder but as he reaches the fourth step, he sees Brimstone showing signs of life for a bit and this angers him. Jake, in an incredibly bold - could be debated as stupid - move, decides to climb down the ladder and waits for the so called "Angel of Death" to rise to his feet. Once he sees that it's taking too much time to wait, he looks to lift up Brimstone himself but Brimstone musters up some strength to strike back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:08:56 GMT -5
Brimstone breaks through Jake's arms to rise up and he begins taking it to him with several hard punches to the jaw. Jake begins to reel in the center of the ring and now Brimstone whips him into the ropes, but Jake counters it and sends Brimstone into the ropes. Brimstone comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Jake, and as Jake turns around - he is stricken with a Running Dropkick. The dropkick sends Jake flipping backwards, and as soon as he gets up he is taken down with a stiff clothesline. Jake manages to get up again for more punishment and this time is the recipient of a Spinning Wheel Kick to his head. Jake clutches his forehead while staggering up to his feet, stumbling around while Brimstone stalks him from behind. Jake turns around and Brimstone hooks him before driving him down to the mat with a considerable amount of force with the Immolation. The trademark move leaves the former three time Light Heavyweight Champion immobilized in the ring and Brimstone is free to take advantage. Brimstone, in a sadistic fashion grabs a ladder and sandwiches Jake between the two legs. Several times he raises up one of the legs and sends it crashing into the body of Jake, punishing him with each blow. He finally stops and now ascends to the top rope from inside the ring, he looks down on Jake and now leaps off - delivering and absolutely majestic Flight of the Valkyries. Brimstone rolls around the ring, writhing in pain, holding his abdomen in that extremely risky maneuver and across the ring Jake is doing the same thing. From the arena, we can hear the HOLY SHIT chants circulating throughout the crowds and quickly Brimstone rolls to the ropes in order to help himself get up. Jake rolls to the ropes also, but continues to writhe in pain while Brimstone begins to get to his feet and makes his way toward the ladder.
Brimstone picks it up to a vertical base and opens it before setting it down on the mat. With one hand on his abdomen and the other on the ladder, he pulls it to the center of the ring and starts climbing it. Slowly but surely, Brimstone gets his foot on the bottom step and begins to make his way up the ladder. He finds it harder and harder to climb the ladder with the assault his body has taken in this match, but sure enough he is halfway. Jake, who begins to see Brimstone nearly towards the top throws himself on the bottom of the ladder and begins climbing himself. Brimstone is nearly there, but Jake manages to give him a huge punch to the groin through one of the spaces in the ladder. Brimstone holds his groin while he rests his head on the top of the ladder and Jake begins to make his way up the ladder. Jake sees the opening at the top and reaches his hand through it, touching it. He then gets his other arm out and now looks to pull himself out but he can't quite get through. On the bottom half, Brimstone is clutching both of his legs and he pulls him back down a few steps. Brimstone punches Jake on the top of the ladder and makes him reel - while holding onto the top step. Jake fights back with a few forearms of his own, and even grabs both of Brimstone's arms - trapping him - and delivering his Optic Blast maneuver. Brimstone's head has taken a lot of punishment in this match thus far, and looks like it can't take anymore in this situation. Jake looks to land a Superplex from off the ladder, but Brimstone finds his way out of the move and he begins smashing Jake's head against the top of the ladder before striking him with a direct elbow to his face. Jake drops off the ladder, but luckily lands on his feet. Buckling down soon after from the impact on his knees, he holds his nose from the elbow shot while Brimstone steps over to the other side of the ladder and turns towards Jake - looking for a big move.
Jake gets up to a vertical base and as he looks up, Brimstone comes off the ladder with the Inferno. As Brimstone flips in the air and lands on Jake' s shoulders, it looks like he comes down with the rest of the move but Jake plants him into the ground with a powerbomb in one fluid motion. Jake staggers back from the sheer force behind the clothesline, and Brimstone lays motionless on the mat below. Without even thinking twice, he quickly heads to the ladder and begins climbing and it looks like he will win the match. Brimstone, still groggy from the powerbomb and laying on the ground, sees Jake reaching closer and closer to the top and he kicks the ladder from underneath him. Jake quickly jumps towards the opening and his palms manages to grab the opening. He holds on to the top, with his legs dangling and the ladder rests reclined on one of the walls. Brimstone rises up and in a Shelton Benjamin esque fashion runs up the ladder and makes a complete 180, diving from off the ladder as it collapses under him and he takes Jake down with a spear like maneuver. Both men are sent crashing to the mat in a violent fashion and another HOLY SHIT chant ensues.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:10:58 GMT -5
Brimstone is the first one up, given that he had the fortune of landing on Jake, and not on the floor. He slowly looks around, not quite himself, and attempts to formulate a new plan. He can see that Jake is down, and to him, it would be no fun to attack Jake in such a position. He looks down at the fallen ladder, somewhat damaged over the course of the entire match, and sighs. He grabs it slowly and sets it up directly under the hole. He notices that the other side is not properly even, and so he walks over to it and pushes it down...and then bounces his throat off it rather violently. He falls to the ground, coughing and grabbing his throat roughly, as Jake looks down at him coldly. Jake grabs onto the ladder and throws his leg onto one of the bottom rungs. He rushes up the ladder as if completely not hurt by the large drop they took a few minutes ago, and Brimstone's eyes widen. He realizes that this may very well be the end, and so he fights through the pain in his throat and leaps onto his feet, grabbing onto the ladder with all of his might. He rushes up the ladder, seeing Jake ahead of him the entire time. He sees Jake grab the opening, and he slowly begins to pull himself through. Brimstone realizes that if he continues to climb, he won't reach him in time, and so he risks everything by leaping into the air and grabbing the opening. To his pleasure, he grabs onto it successfully; to his displeasure, Jake is already through the hole. Not wasting any time, Brimstone pulls himself through as well.
He is on his feet in no time, and he has a brief opportunity to look around the cold night sky, some twenty feet above the ground level. The backstage workers have all gotten on their feet in anticipation, and though he cannot see it, the fans in the arena have as well. Jake slowly walks over to the edge of the cage, and Brimstone leaps at him as fast as he can, and he grabs him and drops him down on top of the cage. He attempts to hit him with a leg drop, but Jake rolls out of the way. Jake is seconds away from rolling off the cage, but Brimstone grabs his arms and starts to pull on him. When he is back on top of the cage, Brimstone quickly locks in a sort of rear naked choke submission. Jake is chuckling visibly, although Brimstone does not react to this.
Jake: You suck at chokes.
Brimstone: It's not a choke.
Jake: Then what's the point of it?
Brimstone: The point is to keep you from winning.
Jake: Will we be here all night?
Brimstone: Perhaps.
Jake: Wasn't your original aim to beat me?
Brimstone: It still is.
Jake: So how will you do that if we're stuck up here?
Brimstone: ...I'm working on that.
Jake throws his head back just far enough to hit Brimstone in the nose. The sudden impact forces Brimstone to drop his hold, and Jake leaps into the air, and it is clear that he is off the cage and falling closer to the mats...but at the last second his leg is grabbed by Brimstone, and Jake slams against the cage before Brimstone pulls him up again.
Brimstone: Don't you get it, Cheng? You can't get rid of me!
Jake ponders these words, and sighs, knowing exactly what he must do. It is the only way he can end this. He kicks Brimstone away from him, rushes to another side of the cage, and stands there for a moment. He bends his knees slightly to prepare for the jump, and the moment he hears Brimstone run up behind him, he leaps out of the way, and slightly smiles when Brimstone falls down to the mats below. Brimstone lands hard on his back, and both the fans and the workers are shocked at this. Philip, realizing he has to do his work as soon as possible, raises the mic to his lips.
Philip: Well...due to escape...here is your winner, BRIMSTONE!!!
"Angel of Death" blasts inside the arena, and somehow Brimstone is able to pick it up from outside. He slowly gets up as the workers reach for him, but he bats their hands away and tries to regain his mental composure. He only now realizes what has transpired, and so he rises and looks up at Jake, who looks down at him with a grin on his face.
Jake: Can't I?
Brimstone's mouth is agape...and then it closes and forms itself into a deep grin. Brimstone slightly turns his head and nods at Jake, and then turns around and walks away, disappearing behind the production trucks after a few moments. And Jake smiles as well, because he knows exactly what those few physical motions from Brimstone mean; they mean that as far as he is concerned, they are done. It means that Jake no longer has to worry about Brimstone trying to kill him or force him into a match. It means he is content. But Jake is not as content, for he is not pleased with the concept of having to basically hand over the victory. Something small and cold lands gently on his cheek, and he looks up into the sky to see that the first snow of the evening is calmly coming down. And he simply stands there, looking up at the peaceful sky.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:12:18 GMT -5
Segment: A darker shade of justice (Credit: Vlad)
It's a cold and snowy night on the streets outside the ACW arena. So many are on the inside, watching the spectacle that is Winter's Discontent. It is getting late, but the show is far from over, those who wish to remain hidden will find it easy at this time. One such individual is Vladimir Rasputin, in his dark red robes, looking sullen and crestfallen as ever over his two straight losses. He had been so convinced that he was right, so convinced that he was doing the work of justice and right. He knew he was right, but how could he be, when he couldn't punish those who have trespassed? He opted out of tonight's grand show to reflect upon himself, what he was doing. Also, to avoid any who may recognize him, his shame a powerful thing right now. His thoughts raced as he tried to make heads or tails of his quest.
The seed of doubt had been planted into his unfathomable faith in himself, and his crusade. If he couldn't beat one who was so undoubtedly guilty, who could he bring to justice? Vlad's heart had begun to waver, and he wondered if he was truly the one to do this work. Surely there are others who would replace me, those more capable who could carry on as he found a new direction for his life, yet believed all the same. Sure, he could keep his faith and ideals, but he could not be the one to deliver light to those in the dark. No, it can't be.
As Vlad stood deep in thought, he peered out from the alley he was in, unto the hustle and bustle of the city. The road was salty and wet in some places, perilously icy in others. It was a dangerous time, not just due to weather, but the time was prime for the darkest of humanity to rear its ugly head. Vlad stood observing the happy little ones holding their parent's hands, careful not to slip. Vlad breathed a heavy sigh and wondered more about his life, weighing heavily on the path he had chosen. He realised that he had chosen it for himself, not the other way around, and his heart became quite heavy, and he moved deeper into the shadows.
As he continued down the alley, into the unshovelled and unmelted snow, he listened intently to the sounds of the city, of humanity. "It wasn't so bad" he thought of society. In his deep listening, he heard discording sounds, of a struggle, someone must be in trouble. He hurried his way towards the noise, sure-footed as ever, not missing a step in the thick white stuff. Deep in the alley, under the light of a porch Vlad saw the source of the sounds. A lowly shopkeep stood outside the back of his butchery, cowering in fear, confronted by two burly men in well-tailored suits, menacing themselves on him.
"You've had plenty of time to get us the money, and we need it now."
"I swear, j-just gimme two more weeks, and I'll have it, I'll even throw some interest in, just two more weeks I promise"
"Look pal, as much as I hate to do this, it's my job, and the boss has been more than patient with yous, so we gotta teach you a lesson"
Just as one of them put his hand on the owner, Vlad spoke up
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
The two thugs looked over in surprise, then a sick sense of joy crept over their collective faces.
"Looks like you get to watch"
They turned back to the victim and prepared to wreck the small man, but never was able to lower his ham-sized fist. Silent as death, but quick as a fox, Vlad had drawn what looked to be a shining katana and neutralized the cronies. As the shopkeep looked up from the bodies he opened his mouth to thank Vlad, but no sound came out as Vlad has disappeared quietly as he had come. He let out an "Oh my" at the now pink snow and ran inside to get additional help.
Vlad sat on top of a nearby building katana stowed away, and he smiled, rejuvenated in spirit. He thought to himself, "I didn't choose to be so good at this, no one can do what I do." With more conviction than ever in his heart, Vlad hurried back to the ACW arena, he had just a bit of business to take care of.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:13:37 GMT -5
Segment: Uncertainty (Credit: Shawn)
Umeko Saito is many things, and most of those things aren’t very pleasant. She has very, very few good qualities…and those rarely have a chance to shine through. All and all, while she’s not a person entirely unworthy of redemption…she has been, in many cases, very terrible human being. As such, she’s reviled by almost all of her peers..
Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson, of course, is one of those exceptions.
It wouldn’t be hyperbolic to say that she is his Goddess. He worships her like one, after all. He hangs on her every word, follows her every command, and relishes every moment he’s allowed in her presence. He is her obedient tiger… and her avenging sword. Her leadership has given him a sense of purpose that he never had in the past. Her celestial hands have molded him into her idea of a perfect man. He’s as strong and as cunning as his namesake…but he’s also as obedient as a pet. He’s her greatest creation.
The only question that remains is if she actually cares for him at all…or if he’s as expendable in her mind as his six predecessors. It’s a question that we may night know the true answer to for quite a while. It’s still possible that Umeko’s not very sure herself…
After all… Goddesses work in mysterious ways.
Umeko:…
She’s quiet tonight…not speechless by any means…just strangely quiet. Her divine lips are devoid of color, and she shivers lightly as her breath dances through the crisp night air.
She’s looks very worried…even afraid.
Chance: You look troubled.
Chance states the obvious. His voice doesn’t rise above a whisper as he walks over towards the bench that she’s sitting on. They’re just outside the ACW Arena, and they’d both tell you that they’re focusing on the night ahead.
The truth of the matter is they’re not on the same page.
Chance is focusing firmly on the match ahead. He’s tried to prepare himself for whatever his twisted opponent could dish out. Finally, at some point, he came to the conclusion that there are some things that a man can’t prepare himself for.
Umeko, on the other hand, has become oddly nostalgic. Although tonight’s match looms ominously in the back of her mind…she tries not to concentrate on it. She’s afraid of what it will bring. As she thinks about the days when she was certain of the future…she tries not to focus on what tonight could bring… She’s smart enough to know that tonight could be the end of everything.
Umeko: I’m…worried.
Chance misinterprets this almost entirely and tries to comfort her in his own unique way.
Chance: Don’t trouble yourself, my Queen. I won’t fail you. There isn’t even a way for him to get near you with the way things are. I doubt he’ll even be able to walk from the ring when I’m finished with him.
Umeko sighs quietly for a few seconds. Then she rapidly rubs her palms together for heat, all while lightly biting her lower lip in thought. Despite her deep thought…she can’t seem to find the words she’s searching for.
Umeko: I know you’re right, my Tiger… Don’t pay any heed to my worries…you’ve got bigger things to worry about… You should get back inside. You don’t want this weather to have any effect on you before the match tonight. We’ve both seen all of his tapes… You know as well as I do that you’re not going to come out of tonight unscarred.
Chance: Neither will he.
Chance walks off-screen. He’s headed back inside for now. As the camera zooms in on Umeko’s resting place…she finally seems to find the words.
Umeko: I’m worried about you, my Tiger… I’m afraid.
The scene ends somberly as the scene fades unto black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 16, 2006 16:14:39 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match Scott Andrews vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Nick Durden) The lights go out and red tint fills the entire arena as the screeching guitar intro to “Anasasis” by Parkway Drive roars from the PA. When the crash of the bass drums kicks in, Scott Andrews and Jessie Young, vigorously applauding her boyfriend, appear in the entryway and are greeted by a chorus of deafening boos.Your warm embrace has been replaced by cold And those defiant eyes have fallen Broken by the Floor Another rain-streaked face Left alone to drown in malice And your bleeding heart can only heal so much We can’t weather this storm of longer And water cannot cleanse the blood from our past Can you hear your crying wish? Because your prayers remain... answerer lessBefore making his way to the ring, something atypical transpires: after giving Scott a kiss for good luck, Jessie returns to the back. It appears as though Scott wants to give his opponent a straight up mano e mano match. Scott strolls down the entry ramp with a huge grin on his face and wipes his chin with his thumb a couple of times, ala Val Venis. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp with a confident smile, he performs a “gun” taunt, which he “waves” at the audience.Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the second leg of your triple-header main event, and it is for the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship. Now making his way to the ring...from Denver, Colorado...weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...he is the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...”The Scarlet Assassin”...SCOTT...AAAAAAAAAAAAANDREEEEEEEEEWS! Maxwell McNally: We welcome you back to Winter’s Discontent and we have been waiting with bated breath for this next matchup. Two men who have put on some of the most spectacular matches in the illustrious history of the ACW will finally meet up again to revive what has been a most epic rivalry. Eddie Edison: The last time we saw these two face off was in a Pure Rules match at Samhain almost two long months ago, and I think it’s safe to say both are just itching to prove their dominance over the other once again. Your prayers remain In sweet decay Your prayers remain In this sweet decay Your Love failed meScott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously “psyche up” comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his prized jacket and waiting for his opponent.The mellow guitar intro to “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi resounds harmoniously throughout the arena while the arena lights dim and suddenly flash periodically.Itsu made mo shinjite-itai Saigo made omoi-tsudzuketai Jibun wa ikiru imi ga aru hazu toThe lights slowly come back on to reveal Kudo Yasuda standing triumphantly atop the entry ramp. He begins to vigorously pump his fist into the air while the crowd goes wild with chants of “KUUUUUUUUUUDOOOOO, KUUUUUUUUUUUUDOOOOO.”Sameta me de waraikakete'ru Tamashii wo okasareta yatsu Namida wo nagasu itami wa aru no kai? Iitai koto mo ienai konna yo no naka ja Poison Ore wa ore wo damasu koto naku ikite-yuku Oh OhKudo makes his way down the ramp while shaking his head furiously.Jones: And the challenger...from Kyoto, Japan...weighing in at two hundred pounds...”Mister K.O.”...KUDO...YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSUUUUUUDAAAAAAAA! Edison: You can see it in his face. Kudo Yasuda is determined to win that Light Heavyweight belt which has eluded him for so long. McNally: I know it’s often said that Scott Andrews has Kudo’s number, but both of them are so unpredictable, you can throw any past statistic out the window. Each time they meet up, you never know what they’re gonna pull out of their sleeves. Anything can happen and, therefore, anybody can win. Massugu mukiau ima ni Hokori wo motsu tame ni Tatakau koto mo hitsuyou na no saKudo slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring. He pops back up onto his feet and gives his Kip taunt to receive a huge ovation from the audience before turning his full and undivided attention on Scott.DING, DING, DING!The two men start off by circling each other in the ring. When the crowd breaks out into a thundering chant of “YA-SU-DA! YA-SU-DA!” Kudo can’t help but acknowledge the audience and pumps his fist to match the cadence of the chant. However, Scott supporters aren’t about to be one-upped and, therefore, respond with a rowdy serenade of “AAAAAAAANDREEEEWS, AAAAAAAANDREEEEEWS.” Scott also shows his love for the fans by pointing to various parts of the audience. Once the deafening roar settles down to frenzied chaos, the two begin circling each other yet again, both occasionally feinting, hoping that the other would overcommit to a counter and surrender an early opening. It soon becomes clear that both men are way too familiar with each other to fall for any of these elementary tricks.Edison: By now, these two know each other like an Asian kid does his unit circle. McNally: Old tricks won’t work tonight. The winner will be the one who can pull out something truly innovative from his arsenal. Kudo then opts to start off with all guns blazing as he throws a stiff roundhouse kick aimed right for Scott’s face. Scott has seen this too many times before to be taken off guard and subsequently ducks under. Swinging his arm in a sweeping motion, Scott knocks Kudo’s feet out from under him and quickly jumps on top. Before the ref can even count to one, however, Kudo immediately pushes Scott off and springs back to his feet just a split second sooner than Scott. When Scott bounds up again, Kudo is there to catch him in an arm drag. Of course, such a move is hardly enough to ground Scott even for a second and he immediately hops back up, but Kudo has anticipated this and after grabbing Scott’s arm, wrenches it behind him to quickly apply a hammerlock. Kudo doesn’t keep the submission applied for long, though, and instead quickly pushes Scott so that he ends up on all fours. Kudo then leapfrogs over the prostrate Scott. Kudo tries to throw a spinning kick aimed straight at Scott’s head, but Scott just barely manages to bend backward Matrix-style to watch Kudo’s foot sail across his face. Kudo doesn’t leave himself open for long and as soon as his foot makes contact with the ground again, pushes off to throw a stiff roundhouse kick Scott’s abdomen. This time, Scott can’t act quickly enough, and gets stunned by the blow. Kudo quickly capitalizes by grabbing hold of Scott’ss head and taking him down in a snapmare into a seated position. Kudo then slaps his foot straight across Scott’s back. As Scott flops to the mat clutching his back in pain, Kudo runs to the ropes. By the time he rebounds, Scott belly flops to the mat, allowing Kudo to hop over him and run to the ropes on the opposite side. When Kudo bounces back, Scott meets him by hooking his arm under Kudo’s. Scott then lifts Kudo up so that he’s horizontal in the air and slams him down in a half nelson facebuster! Scott follows that up by swiftly jerking Kudo’s near arm backward into arm bar. He only keeps the hold applied for a split second and soon thereafter nimbly rolls over Kudo’s back to land on his other side and snap on a side headlock. As soon as he has his arm wrapped around Kudo’s neck, Scott rises to his feet, taking Kudo, still in the headlock, up with him. Scott then follows that up by quickly dropping straight down, slamming Kudo’s face into the mat with a bulldog. As Kudo lifts himself up to all fours, Scott runs to the ropes and rebounds to smack him in the face with a dropkick! Scott with the cover.
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