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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:10:47 GMT -5
Segment: I Remember The Old Days, When I Couldn’t Screw The Rules, Because I Didn’t Have Any Money... (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Alone in the parking garage stands Stan The Cameraman. He hasn’t held a camera for his employer Jake Cheng in months, but when you have a name that rhymes, I guess it sticks. He paces back and forth, occasionally looks down at his watch. Suddenly a red Ferrari speeds down into the ACW parking complex. The car pulls into a skid and stops inches in front of Stan. The back door opens and Jake gets out, reaches back in to get his back.
Jake: Thanks Ronnie.
The car speeds off and Jake walks past Stan without a word. Stan turns around and jogs to catch up to his comrade. Stan doesn’t really notice that Jake isn’t wearing his birdhouse, and doesn’t have any of his nice things with him. Hey, why don’t I have nice things? Cookie for who gets the reference.
Stan: When did you get your own driver? I mean, I know you had money, but damn.
Jake: I don’t have any money.
Stan: What are you talking about? You just won the lot...
Jake: I LOST IT ALL!
Stan staggers back in astonishment.
Stan: How?
Jake: Well, I invested in some stocks...
Stan: Which ones?
Jake: Well, I hired an investor to do it for me because I know shit about them. And he put a lot of the money in a stock called WWE. And today people speculated that it was going to announce bankruptcy, so I lost all my money. But I did keep one thing.
Jake reaches into his bag and of course pulls out the birdhouse.
Stan: Why did you keep it?
Jake: Oh, I’ve got plans for this baby.
Sure, Jake can’t screw the rules anymore but he never played by the rules anyway. What plans could Jake possibly have for his golden birdhouse? Why did anyone in the right mind invest in WWE? Find out tonight at Ragnarok.....in America.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:14:38 GMT -5
Match 3: Hard Ten Tables Match Michael Ghail and Nick Durden vs. The Rioters (Credit: Jason Freeman) The camera zooms around the arena, showing all of the tables that are all over the place for the next match. They surround the ring, and right at the end of the entrance ramps, there are four tables. Two on top of the other two. There is certainly no table shortage, and that is a good thing for this match.Phillip: The following contest is a Hard Ten Tables Match, where the winning team will be the first team that can slam their opponents through a combined 10 tables. Entering the ring first… at a combined weight of 511 pounds, from Miami Florida…Reckless and Ruthless…The Rioters!
A catchy low pitched guitar bursts into life through the arena. The lights turn off as black drapes everywhere.
YEAAA!!!!
[/b] The guitar springs into more life as The Rioters walk out and stretch there arms. The crowd boos as red smoke flows out by them. They march down the ring. Stare in wonder, who's here to bring you down? Find your martyr, I'm sure you've made the crown
[/b] They keep looking around as they stop by the ring and look around. Reck gives a smirk as Ruth remains emotionless. So light a fire under my bones, so when I die for you, at least I'll die alone
Ruth climbs the steps as Reck jumps up to the apron. Ain't nothing for me to end up like this There's no comparing me this time
Ruth walks to the apron right by Reck. The two turn around looking at the titantron. Reck puts his hands in a goggle like way as he puts the rest of his fingers lined up on his forehead. It almost looks like the third eye. Reck jumps in as Ruth goes between the second rope. They walk to the corners and wait. 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
[/i] Phillip: And the opponents… And before he can continue, “Survive” by Rise Against begins to play, and Nick and Mick rush out, running towards the ring right at the rioters. They run around the tables on the entrance ramp, and charge into the ring, Nick a bit ahead. Phillip doesn’t even get to finish his introductions.Nick rushes into the ring, Mick closely behind him. Nick gets to his feet quickly, and as the Rioters come forward, he goes back and forth with punches on both men. As he is punching Reckless though, Ruthless clubs him in the back from behind. Mick by now is in the ring though, and he charges forward and nails Ruthless with many punches. Mick continues punching Ruthless in the corner, and Nick can now worry about Reckless. Nick punches him some more, and then hits him with an armdrag, as Reckless hits the ground hard. Mick gallantly continues to punch Ruthless, but Ruthless has the size advantage, and a hard shove sends Mick backwards, stunning him. Ruthless then runs forward with a hard clothesline. At this same moment, Nick is on the ground on top of Reckless, punching him repeatedly, obviously wanting revenge for what Reckless has done to him recently. Ruthless comes from behind though and gives a hard kick to Nick’s head, which causes him to fall off of Reckless. Ruthless helps Reckless off of the ground, and he points to Nick, obviously wanting to take him out first. Reckless lifts Nick off of the ground, and him and Ruthless together begin punching Nick, until he is leaning against the ropes. Maxwell McNally: This has been more a brawl than a match so far…but the power of Ruthless has turned this match in the Rioters favor. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Either way, we’re gonna see at LEAST ten tables break in this match, so this may get ugly fast. Nick takes a few punches, but it merely makes him angrier, as he begins to return some punches as well. Ruthless gets punched hard, and he turns around, right into a dropkick from Mick, who was recovering. Ruthless falls to the ground, and then Nick and Mick turn to Reckless. Totally in unison they begin hitting kicks to the ribs of Reckless, and some punches. They then both knee Reckless in the gut and hit him with a double vertical suplex. He hits the ground hard, and now as Ruthless gets up he feels himself victim of a double dropkick. Ruthless also hits the ground, and Nick exits the ring, and looks for a table. He doesn’t have to look far…as they are practically surrounding the ring, and he grabs one. He slides it into the ring, and then enters himself. Maxwell McNally:Well, there was some nice teamwork there from Mick and Nick, and now it seems like tables are about to get involved, as early as we are into the match Ruthless and Reckless are both almost on their feet, and Nick quickly sets a table up in the middle of the ring. Nick kicks Ruthless, so he falls back to the ground, before going over to Reckless, and slamming his head against the table. Nick lets his anger get a hold of him as he repeatedly slams Reckless against the table, and then he eventually rolls him onto it. Nick then motions for Mick to go to the top rope. The crowd pops, as Mick looks around, hearing all of the cheering. Mick responds by climbing up to the top. He stands there for a second, and he Is about to jump, when all of a sudden Ruthless, who is now on his feet, hits a hard punch to the face of Mick. Mick, stunned, stays on the top rope, and Ruthless shoves Nick into a different turnbuckle. Nick hits his back against the turnbuckle, and falls down. Ruthless helps Reckless off of the table, and goes over back to Mick, before trying to set him up for the Fold-up! (muscle buster). He walks over, and turns around so his back is to the table, and allows himself to fall backwards!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:15:49 GMT -5
But all of a sudden Nick runs out of the turnbuckle, recovering just in time. He sees Ruthless falling backwards, and knows that he can’t help Mick, but he can help their team. He rushes forward and shoves the table out of the way. Ruthless hits the Fold-up, and the impact is pretty loud, but at least it didn’t go through the table. Ruthless gets to his feet and Nick punches him, and then sets him up for the Throwdown, putting his arm around Ruthless’s upper body, but Ruthless simply knees him and shoves him forward. Nick stumbles, but keeps his balance, and is hit by the Lights Out! (Ruthless hits a big boot, as Reckless hits a chop block from behind). Nick hits the ground hard, and by now Mick is up. He seems hurt, and he rushes forward to hit Ruthless with a clothesline, but Ruthless ducks, and then he and Reckless hit the Flood Zone.
Maxwell McNally: Well the Rioters just totally took control of this match….they just took out both of their opponents.
Ruthless hits a few stomps on Nick, and Reckless bends down with some punches on Mick. Ruthless lifts Nick to his feet, and then plants with him with a spinebuster. Reckless at the same time takes the table that is still in the ring, and puts it in the turnbuckle. Ruthless roughly drags Nick and puts him in front of it, and Reckless goes and waits by the opposite turnbuckle. Ruthless at the same time grabs Mick and tosses him to the outside of the ring. He then follows him outside. Ruthless slams Mick into the steel steps. Reckless waits, and Nick stands up. He leans against the table groggily, and then turns around. Reckless charges out of the corner with the spear halfway across the ring that he calls the speed kills. Nick gets hit hard, and goes flying back through the table!
“Fast” Eddie Edison:DAAAANG… Maxwell McNally:Hey, you better not waste it, because there’s going to be a lot more tables broken here tonight. “Fast” Eddie Edison:…good point… Maxwell McNally: Anyways, this brings the Rioters closer to victory, as they have 1, and Nick and Mick have 0.
The crowd gives a loud “ooh” as Nick goes flying through the table as on the outside of the ring, Ruthless continues to punish Mick, and then sets up two adjacent tables on the outside of the ring. Ruthless looks like he is going to slam Mick through it, but then he decides to torture him a bit more, and he throws him into the ring, motioning for Reckless to go on the attack. At the same time, Ruthless grabs yet another table and throws it into the ring. He keeps the other tables set up on the outside however. Reckless ascends the turnbuckle as Mick gets up, but Nick groggily gets to his feet, and using the most strength he can muster he manages to fall into the ropes. This shakes them, and then Reckless loses his balance and falls into a sitting position on the turnbuckle. Ruthless taunts Nick a bit, and Nick manages to recover some more of his strength and charge forward into Ruthless, taking him to the ground. Mick however, now on his feet, grabs the table in the ring, and sets it up…diagonally near the turnbuckle.
Mick climbs up to the turnbuckle as Reckless sits there. Mick stands on the top rope, as the fans begin to cheer wildly. Mick jumps and hits a hurricanrana, and Reckless goes flying off of the turnbuckle, straight through the table! The crowd cheers, practically on their feet, as Mick gets to his feet as well…obviously thrilled. Reckless lies in the pieces of the table, as Nick continues to punch Ruthless on the ground, but he does turn to look, and seems impressed.
Maxwell McNallyWell that ties it, 1 and 1. Both teams need nine more tables to go.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:16:15 GMT -5
Nick stands up as Ruthless stands up as well. Nick hits him with a hard dropkick, sending him to the ground. Mick, climbs to the turnbuckle, and points to Nick, as Reckless stands. Mick jumps off and hits his own dropkick! Not to be outdone, Nick, waits for both men to stand up, and then runs to the ropes, springboards off of them, and dropkicks both men at once! The crowd pops, as Nick poses, and Mick simply grins. Ruthless is the first one to his feet and Nick and Mick both work together to give Ruthless a double irish whip. Both men bend over for what is apparently about to be a back toss, however Ruthless stops his running, kicks Nick in the face, and hits Mick with a swift powerbomb. Mick rolls out of the ring in pain. It’s now a two on one on Nick, and it looks like the number’s game will be too much.
Ruthless helps Reckless up to his feet and they both take turns clubbing on Nick’s back, as the fans boo. Reckless and Ruthless don’t seem to care however. Ruthless hits a hard side slam on Nick. And Reckless ascends to the turnbuckle. He waits up top, and Ruthless lifts Nick to his feet, but Nick gets a second wind, and he punches Ruthless, before rebounding off of the ropes, and hitting the Nirvanaclasm! Ruthless is big, but Nick had speed, and Ruthless falls. Before Reckless can react, Nick runs up and ascends the turnbuckle also, while clutching his knee. Reckless punches Nick a few times, but Nick punches harder, and Reckless sways a bit, almost falling off. Nick looks down and realizes that the two tables that Ruthless had set up before are still on the outside. Nick quickly wraps his arm around Reckless’s upper body, and Reckless struggles, but Nick jumps, and they go off the turnbuckle to the outside of the ring, as Nick hits the Throwdown through two tables!
Fast” Eddie Edison DID YOU SEE THAT??!!! HE JUST WENT THROUGH TWO TABLES! Maxwell McNally: Well Nick takes himself out to get Reckless through those tables and that will bring the score to 3 to 1…and… Fast” Eddie EdisonHold on a second, you can’t even take your eyes off of the ring for two seconds, look!
And just as he says that, Mick is getting back into ring, after having set up a table on the outside of the ring. Ruthless is still recovering from the Nirvanaclasm, and he gets up, though he is a bit weak. Mick walks forward towards Ruthless and begins punching him. Ruthless is bigger, but at the moment he is weak…and he is leaning against the ropes now, barely able to stand. Mick looks towards the table that is right near the apron on the outside of the ring…on the same side that Ruthless is. Mick runs and rebounds off the ropes, obviously looking to clothesline Ruthless, but out of nowhere, Ruthless bends over, and grabs the leg of Mick, before standing up quickly. Mick was running forward and this move, makes him go flipping over the ropes, and go crashing through the table! Ruthless lies on the ground, this move taking out all the energy of him, but he is probably the person in the best health in this match at the moment. Reckless and Nick are still lying in the pieces of the table they broke, and now Mick is almost totally out…obviously not accustomed to taking such huge bumps.
Maxwell McNally What a match we have here…you can tell how much these guys hate each other, and they’re really bringing it out. In any case, the score has now risen to 3 to 2.
Nick is the first man up, as he stands up from the wreckage. He sees what Ruthless did to Mick however, and he gets angry. He takes a table and slides it into the ring, and he also takes a chair! He enters the ring, and gets up, awaiting Ruthless to recover and stand. Ruthless does so, and turns around, and Nick blasts him in the head with the steel chair, as Ruthless ends up leaning on the table, face down. Nick without wasting any time, goes right onto the turnbuckle. He holds the chair under his legs, and jumps off of the turnbuckle hitting a double legged leg drop with the chair, slamming Ruthless through the table!
Now nobody in the match is up. Everything has been taken out of all the participants at the moment. Reckless shows signs of stirring, and Nick tries to get himself up after that high impact move. Mick shows some signs of life too, but it is obvious that his inexperience is making him out for longer than the other men in this match may have been.
Maxwell McNally: Well now, it’s 4 to 2, and this match is amazingly fast paced! “Fast” Eddie EdisonTABLES ARE BREAKING LEFT AND RIGHT!
Reckless has now managed to use the apron to get himself up. He stands and nearly collapses, but manages to stay up. He looks around for more tables, obviously wanting to catch up the score, since he is behind. He throws two into the ring, and sets another one up outside, near the apron. He then enters the ring slowly…trying to reach his feet. By the time he does though, Nick is up as well. The two trade blows, and as it continues, they each get faster and faster with their punches, as Nicks face gets visibly angrier and angrier. Eventually, Nick manages to avoid the punch of Reckless, and hits him with the Throwdown once again! He then locks in the clincher, as the crowd cheers wildly. Reckless tries in vain to counter the move, but Nick just increases the pressure, with obviously no intention of breaking the hold.
Maxwell McNally: Well, there are no submissions in this match, but it seems that Nick is just intent on getting revenge right now. “Fast” Eddie EdisonWell revenge isn’t going to win him the match. He should be more focused on the purpose of this match.
Nick is obviously only thinking about the pain of Reckless, but this costs him, as Ruthless has managed to get up, using the ropes. Ruthless grabs one of the tables that Reckless brought into the ring and holds it high, as Nick doesn’t even notice he has got to his feet. Ruthless brings it down hard, and the table smashes against Nick’s ribs. Nick instantly breaks the hold, as he falls over in pain. Ruthless sets up the table, and lifts up Reckless, and helps him climb the turnbuckle. Ruthless lifts up Nick and leans him backwards, and Reckless grabs him. Reckless stands up on the turnbuckle, facing Nick’s back…as Nick faces the table. Reckless jumps and hits the Top Rope Blind Spot! The crowd is not rooting for the Rioters, but they can’t help but be impressed, as Nick goes through the table. Reckless takes a minute to recover, but Ruthless helps him up. The two take a minute to take their breath, and they wait. Nick is not getting up for a while, but Mick is starting to stir.
Ruthless goes out and tosses Mick into the ring, and Mick lies on the ground. Reckless sets up a table, and waits a while, thinking Mick will get up, but he doesn’t. Eventually, Reckless simply up Mick and places him on top of the table. Ruthless motions to Reckless, who gets up and stands on the table, and begins to lift up Mick, but out of nowhere Mick hits a punch to the stomach, and Reckless bends over. Ruthless tries to assist, but from on the table, Mick gives a hard kick to Ruthless’s head, and Ruthless falls. Mick lifts up Reckless and hits him with a sitout powerbomb straight through the table! Mick was obviously playing possum!
Maxwell McNally Wow, some nice strategy there by Mick…and that brings us to…5 to 3.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:17:46 GMT -5
Ruthless, gets up and tries to take out Mick, obviously hoping to stop him before he gets too fired up, but Mick has been out of this match for a while and is now trying to come back. Ruthless just goes right into a dropkick, and he stumbles backwards, and trips over Nick, who got on his hands and knees and moved behind Ruthless! Nick is in pain but he is still able to rise to his feet, and he motions to Mick, pointing to more tables outside the ring. Mick and Nick both go out. They bring a few tables into the ring, and they even set one up on the outside. Before working on Ruthless, Mick throws Reckless, through the ropes, and he lands on a table outside the ring, but it doesn’t break. Nick sets a table up in the turnbuckle, and irish whips Ruthless into it.
Ruthless hits the table in the turnbuckle hard, but it is still intact. Nick walks over to him and bangs his head against it a few times, and moves back. He motions for Mick to go in front of him, and Mick grins and gets on his hands and knees in front of Ruthless as the crowd pops! Nick runs forward, and jumps off of Mick’s back, and drives Ruthless through the table with the Blitzkrieg! Reckless now is standing on the table outside of the ring, and Nick rebounds off of the ropes, jumps onto the top rope, and then jumps to the outside of the ring, landing with a DDT onto Reckless that drives him through the table he’s standing on!
“Fast” Eddie Edison:DANGEROOOOOOUSSSSSSSSSS! Did you see that?! Maxwell McNally WOW! That has got to have taken a lot of out of both of those guys. The efforts of Durden right there has just brought the score to 7 to 3! The Rioters are going to have to REALLY catch up here.
In the ring Mick, looks to the outside at the carnage, however he didn’t account for Ruthless. Ruthless, now recovered, runs forward and nails Mick with the Ruthless Aggresion (running elbow to the face) Mick hits the ground hard, and Ruthless looks around, seeing that both of his opponents are weak. This could be his chance to bring the score back in his team’s favor. He instantly goes outside and gets a table. He sets it up near the announcer’s table. He then goes back and grabs Nick. He drags him away from Reckless, and brings him all the way to the announcer’s table and climbs on with him. He lifts him up, and grabs him, before putting him in position for the Fold Up! He holds him up for a few seconds, and he delivers the move off of the announcer’s table and through the table!!!
Ruthless and Nick are both lying on the ground outside the ring. Mick in the ring is showing a tiny bit of life, as is Reckless on the outside. Mick, manages to roll outside of the ring slowly and go under the apron, getting yet another table and sliding it into the ring, and then…much to the fans delight…a ladder as well! The fans cheer wildly as Mick puts the ladder in the ring, and then shifts his attention on Reckless.
Maxwell McNally: Well the score is now 7 to 4, and I suppose that Mick is going to trying to keep the lead for his team, and he may be about to go high risk!
Mick tosses Reckless into the ring, and sets up the table. Mick puts Reckless on top of the table and begins to slowly ascend the ladder! Outside the ring, Nick seems to be getting some life, even though he was just slammed through a table. It seems that Ruthless didn’t land so well, and he’s a bit weak, but both men are showing some life. The fans aren’t watching this however. They watch Mick climb the ladder and he is almost at the top!
With Reckless lying motionless on the table, Mick begins to ascend the ladder.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:18:39 GMT -5
McNally: My god, what’s he thinking about doing now?
Edison: If his previous stunts in this match are any indication, he’s going for something truly DANGEROUS!
As soon as Mick plants his feet at the peak of the ladder, Ruthless slides into the ring, just in time to push the ladder over, causing Mick to crash through the four tables set up on the outside!
McNally: Good lord! I just don’t see the human body surviving that kind of a fall.
Ruthless looks down upon his handiwork with wicked satisfaction, but he’s allowed only a moment of respite as Nick comes charging back into the ring to blindsight him from behind. Nick pounds on Ruthless for a while, but Reckless has recovered by now and low blows Nick!
McNally: Now at the wrong end of a two-on-one situation, things look grim indeed for Durden.
After beating Nick into submission, the Rioters drag him toward the table on which Reckless had been lying. Ruthless bends Mick forward and traps him in standing headscissors position before hoisting him high into the air and powerbombing him through the table! Now with victory only one table break away, the Rioters get right back to work, as always working with deadly diligence. Reckless sets up the ladder yet again while Ruthless goes to the outside and digs up another table from under the ring. As Reckless begins climbing the ladder, Ruthless props up the table and tosses Nick on top. But right when Reckless gives the signal to dive off, Ruthless points toward the entryway. The camera shifts over to show Renix Williams rushing toward the ring with a white towel in hand. She immediately tosses it into the ring and runs over to an unconscious Nick.
Edison: Wait, does that mean...
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by forfeit...THE RIOTERS!
Renix hunches over Nick and desperately beckons for Reckless to stop the match. Reckless looks upon this sight of his fallen opponent with utmost amusement. He finally drops down from the ladder and marches toward Renix. Wearing a most sinister grin, he stares straight into her eyes, almost shooting pure fear into her soul. Suddenly, he leans forward and plants his lips straight on Renix’s.
McNally: That’s just crossing the line. How dare he?!
Renix trembles with rage and her fist clenches tightly. But she realizes any retaliation could result in further violence toward both herself and Nick, so she just stands there and waits for the moment to pass. Once Reckless does break the kiss, he pulls away from Renix with an expression of utmost bliss. His lustful stare lingers for just a second longer as he licks his lips contentedly. Renix wipes her mouth and spits to her side as she glares at Reckless viciously. Finally, Reckless motions to Ruthless and the two exit the ring. Ruthless plants one final stomp on Mick’s motionless corpse before marching up the entryway with his partner. The two laugh haughtily all the way back. A pack of paramedics run in to tend to the defeated. Fade out with a shot of Renix, almost on the verge of tears, helping some medics load Nick onto a stretcher.
OOC: Match ending events credit to Nick D.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:20:09 GMT -5
Segment: A Helping Hand Is Better Than No Hand At All (Credit: Scott/Senator)
Scott Andrews paces back and forth in the busy halls of ACW. His face shows signs of worry and frustration and with what happened to Jessie on Warfare still on his mind he has got to be feeling a need for revenge as well. He decides to take a break and sits down on a nearby fold out chair. His hands cover his face as he silently prepares for his huge match tonight. For him there are so many possibilities. From the right of the screen we see a pair of black suit pants, and very nice black shoes. The camera tilts up slightly to reveal the Senator and the crowd can be heard cheering in the background. He approaches Scott.
Senator: Why are you not preparing for your match, Scott?
Scott: I am preparing; mentally.
Senator: I see. You seemed bothered though, Scott, as if something is taking precedence over what you really should be focused on.
Scott: Jessie is in hospital with two broken ribs, Steve, and even though I should be preparing for my match, it’s all I can think about.
Senator: You know, a long time back, in ACW, I had to face Ridley when someone very special to him had been hospitalized. Ridley, for what everyone might say about him, was a true warrior in the ring when he was facing a worthy opponent. At that point in time, I was just starting to work my way up to the main event level in ACW, but was not there yet. Ridley managed to put the pain behind him, and take me to a thirty minute draw. Now, the point of that story is that no matter what is on your mind, you can temporarily block it out if you really want to. Ridley, I think, might have won that match if he truly wished to, I shall admit it. He wanted a good fight to work out his troubles, though, and we ended up with the draw. Now, if you really desire that title, just forget about everything else, and remember the training, remember all the hard work, and if you still can not forget Jessie, remember that she wants you to win that match, and would not want you to hold back because of her. That is what you need to do to prepare for this contest.
Scott: Thanks, Steve. You’re not a leader for nothing. I guess I can’t dwell on the past. It’s time to get down to business tonight!
Senator smiles.
Senator: Now THAT is the Scott Andrews I know!
Scott stops for a moment and turns to Senator.
Scott: Hey, Steve, I’ve got an idea. Since Jessie isn’t around tonight to be in my corner, how about I take you up on your offer to manage me tonight?
Senator: It would be my pleasure, Scott. I shall get my things ready and meet you in the Senatorial Locker room before we depart to the ring. We can discuss strategy and the like. I will see you there.
Scott speaks as Senator turns and begins walking away.
Scott: OK, Steve, I’ll see you when I get there.
Scott seems a lot more focused on the issue at hand tonight, and a sudden wave of energy comes over him as he jumps from his chair and begins shadow boxing before letting out a loud war cry and leaving frame.
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:21:02 GMT -5
Segment: Suitor #5 (Credit: Yoko)
The Royales’ quest for team members have led them deep under the Arena. They know a certain someone who dwells in this area, and he could be most beneficial in a match. As they round a dark corner, they run into Angelus Kincaid and jump back, startled.
Angelus: You have no business down here.
Pat: We’re looking for The Reaper.
Angelus: What do you need with Reaper?
Pat: We have a tag match but no partners. We need someone with raw power.
Ivor: If it matters, we chose Reaper over Cremator!
Angelus stares at them for a moment.
Pat: If you could maybe tell him we-
Angelus: He’s behind you, you know.
They spin around and stumble back a bit, he is indeed there.
Angelus: You think Cremator would show up if we did?
Pat: The way I’ve seen you guys fight, definitely.
Angelus: The big guy’ll think about it.
Ivor: And will you?
Angelus: I said the big guy will think about it. Not me.
Pat: Right, right…thanks anyway.
The Royales hurry out of there with much haste. Reaper doesn’t say anything, but he begins walking and Angelus walks beside him.
Angelus: It might draw Cremator out, yes, but it also could have a negative impact. There are a lot of big names on the opposing team. You’re practically unstoppable but everyone has a chink in their armor. If anyone could find it, that Senator could.
No answer.
Angelus: Right, you’ll think about it. Right.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:22:07 GMT -5
Segment: Never - Facing the Advent II (Credit: Hunter)
?: Who is it?
Tom sighs, and I slightly chuckle. I've always been amused with our password system, especially since the system is always relatively simple to guess. Tom has expressed his frustration with the system before, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that they didn't listen to him.
Tom: Open the door or I'll bash your fucking head in.
Apparently I was right. The door opens instantly, and we're inside just a few seconds before it closes behind us.
Tom: Bernie, my man, you've gotta change the password. Any cop or crook will say that to get you to open the door.
The bearded man before us smiles slightly and turns away.
Bernie: I'll keep that in mind.
We look ahead of us and see a man of roughly thirty years of age, his face bloodied up, and the skin on his right cheek oddly absent. His hands are tied behind the chair he sits in, and there is now a small pool of blood below him. He looks up at us slightly, and Tom chuckles.
Tom: Cute, aren't you?
Did I mention he had a sense of humor?
Tom: I assume this is the guy?
Clearly. But it's part of the "mind fuck" experience our victims endure. Tom approaches him slowly and rips the duct tape off of his mouth. The momentary pain is seen on his face for exactly that long, and then his eyes are lost in Tom's.
?: Look, guys, I didn't know---
Tom: Ah, ah, ah, hot shot. We don't care.
Well, we do.
Tom: Shut up, man. Yes, we do, but it makes it less fun for us when you tell us why you're here.
?: I---
Tom: So I'll make it very simple for you. You so much as think about telling us about yourself, why you're here, or even your name, I'll put a bullet in a place that I know will hurt you, but won't kill you. Because instant death's are no fun.
The man's expression becomes clearly fearful, but our blank expressions do not change.
?: Please...you don't have to---
On the contrary, yes we do. Because the one thing all four men in this room share in common is that we all are incredibly fucked.
He gazes at me, slightly interested. Now I remember why I do what I do.
The thing is, the three of us will cease to be, shall we say, fucked, if we carry out the desires of our boss, the man that you somehow angered.
?: It wasn't my fault, he---
His left foot disappears in a matter of seconds, and Tom returns to polishing his gun. He yells for a few seconds, but after he feels my fist against his skinless cheek, he silences himself.
Tom: Well played, my friend.
Ball in your court, good sir.
He smiles, and then puts his gun at his side.
Tom: As you can see, I was perfectly serious. Now if you want to keep the other foot, you won't doubt me again.
?: I...I didn't doubt...
Tom: Then you have a mind, it seems. So perhaps you understand that we're not here for shits and giggles?
?: ...what?
Tom: Apparently not.
We're James' best men, and when he truly wishes to fuck someone up, he calls on us. As we said earlier, you won't be telling us why he called on us, and we won't be asking.
Tom: We'll just be theorizing.
Indeed. However, something that James doesn't know all that well about us is that we're somewhat...hmm...human.
Lying is the most fun a guy can have without blowing someone's head off.
We, under the right circumstances, will give you your life.
His eyes open up wide with false hope. He even smiles slightly, and then begins to mouth a few words.
?: Wha...what do...
Tom: I assume you're asking what the circumstances are?
He nods.
Tom: Well, naturally there's the one about how you are to never step foot in this town again.
Also, we have the one where you give us...say...a hundred thousand dollars? Does that seem reasonable?
He nods again.
Tom: For all three of us.
And again. Rich fucker, apparently. And that makes this more enjoyable.
Lastly, we always give every person a special list of demands, and this one varies. For you, I have one in my pocket.
I take out the envelope, and Tom takes it upon himself to cut the rope behind the man so that his arms are free.
Care to read it?
?: Yes...
I hand him the envelope, and Tom quickly reclaims his place by my side. Safeties off, ladies and gentlemen. He looks at the note for a second, and we can both see the exact second when his expression changes from excited to confused. He looks up at both of us...
?: Wha---
The last thing he heard was a gunshot, and the last things he saw were two barrels. But there seemed to be a problem.
Tom: You forgot the silencer!?
I look at my smoking gun, and then instantly notice the significant lack of a silencer, whereas Tom's has one.
...fuck.
Bernie: Shit, we've gotta go.
I grab the note from his hands, and the three of us charge out of the room, leaving our victim's corpse mangled in various parts of the room. I hop over the stairs whilst my older colleagues trail behind, and I start the car before they're even inside of it. We're on the road before anyone even has the opportunity to call the police, and the past events quickly catch up with us.
Bernie: ...I think it goes without saying that we won't be using that room again.
We all burst into fits of laughter. It's good to have Bernie around here every so often, because he really knows how to lighten the mood.
Tom: Honestly, man, how could you forget the silencer?
In my defense, you gave me a time limit to get to your car.
Tom sighs.
Tom: Fair enough. If my theory's correct, then James will be happy either way, even though we lost the room for good.
And if it isn't correct?
Tom: Then I'll get the shovel ready.
There is another chain of laughter, and Tom's curiosity suddenly finds its way back into his head.
Tom: So what'd you put in the note?
I take it out of my pocket and hand it to him, and he cleans off the blood before reading it.
Tom: "We lied, fuck head. Mercy is overrated." Well...creative, if anything.
I thought so too.
There are a few more scattered laughs, and then we all fall into what I call the "Pondering Period." It's when we all look in separate directions and question our existence and our very nature. It's sort of the way that we attempt to answer to ourselves why it was that we just killed a man who we were unfamiliar with. But while Tom and Bernie look out at various sides of the road, I'm too busy trying to use my tongue to pick out the piece of steak stuck in my teeth...
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Is that really the extent to which he went? Could he truly be as terrible as this event in his life makes him seem? Has he no humanity? Apparently not...and for some reason, he does not seem to mind this. He is quite happy that sleep has finally returned to him, but it returned with a price. His mind briefly returns to think about his upcoming match, and it all seems so clear. If he can do these kinds of things, what could he do to the good doctor that awaits him in the ring? There is too much built up anger in him to let the doctor off with a warning. No, he must take action. And then his mind drifts back to the recent memory, and the hardships he had to endure to receive it. He wanted to learn of his past...but when your past is as terrifying as such an event makes it seem, is it really worth learning?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:24:58 GMT -5
Segment: "No Guts, No Glory"(Credit: Rattlesnake)
It's been a few months since Rattlesnake had been involved with an ACW PPV. He returns tonight in a major way. It may not be a World Championship match, but this match has the potential to topple that match as match of the night. Blood, Guts, and Glory.
Nobody knew about the secret alliance that lied between Latino, AK and Rattlesnake. Not Top Draw, not Kudo, not Chairman Gingerdude and not even the Senatorial Stable. No one knew, which made the deal even more sweeter to Rattlesnake. A win tonight could kick-start 2007 for him. After all, he was voted "Most Anticipated for 2007" and he wouldn't want to disappoint all who voted for him.
So what could lie in store for Rattlesnake tonight? Anything really. He could enter the match at any given time whether it be at the beginning or as the last entrant. He could be eliminated or he could survive. But whatever the case may be, there is a score to settle with each member of the opposing team.
BK London...so what if he chose to come back to ACW? He'll just end up where he was prior to winning the ACW World Championship...lost in the mix, where he truly belongs. After the stunt he pulled on the last Meltdown, Rattlesnake will make sure that happens.
Jake Cheng...he only pinned Rattlesnake due to BK's actions. It was tainted by that sole action. But the fact remains Jake did pin Rattlesnake and that's something he can't accept.
Kudo...Mr. R3D8. The history between him and Rattlesnake is nothing short of amazing. Sure Rattlesnake won the cage match, but just barely. He was pushed to the limit and that made Kudo earn Rattlesnake's respect. But despite that, it doesn't mean that Rattlesnake is going to go easy on him tonight. It's business...mixed with a small grudge of Kudo costing them a shot at the Tag Team Championship.
Rattlesnake walks out of the Senatorial Office and looks around at the people moving stuff backstage. Tables...chairs...water coolers...all sorts of stuff being set up.
Rattlesnake: And so it begins. The one night that people have been thirsting after all month long...hell, probably for the last 12 months. Tonight as so much to offer and yet...everyone will be focusing on one match in particular. Which match will that be? Team Stable and Team Leftovers? Not likely. Brimstone and Starkweather? Crash and burn. Freeman and Spade? Doubtful. Thunderkiss and Chase? Nothing fresh there. Emmerson and Andrews? Time for a blackout. XS3 and some random jobbers? Wake me up when it's over. What about Mick and Nick and the Rioters? How about no.
Only only left one match. If you don't know what that is...shame on you, just shame on you.
Rattlesnake: Blood...Guts...and Glory. Tonight I plan on doing whatever the hell I want. I'll let AK and Latino have their way with our sad excuses we call opponents as long as they want. But I will finish it. I will put an end to this and everyone will see just why I am the "Vision of Greatness." I will make the proclamation here and now...2007 will be the Year of the Snake. After tonight, the sky is the limit. Nothing is going to stop me on my quest to become the World Champion. It doesn't matter who I'd have to beat either. It could be Chance Emmerson...it could be Scott Andrews...it could be George Bush...it could be Spudz McKenzie...Mr. Clean...Ronald McDonald...it just doesn't matter. That title is as good as mine when I want to pursue it. Everyone else can just deal with the fact that they'd have to stand up to greatness when they try to go for that title.
Rattlesnake was pumped for the entire year it seems. He had his goal set and was nearly there already. All he was doing was biding his time. He had already made claims of going after it when he wanted. But he was curious as to how tonight's World Championship match will turn out. Could he be fighting a stablemate or someone that he has never beaten or never lost to? Only time would tell on that.
But such thoughts should wait until after his match tonight. After all, he shouldn't lose his focus of the task at hand.
Rattlesnake just continues to walk through the arena.
Rattlesnake: But tonight...all this shit with Top Draw and Kudo...it comes to an end in Blood, Guts, and Glory. This match will be won on the principle of no guts, no glory. If you aren't willing to do what it takes to win, you've lost. It's as simple as that. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to lay everything on the line. I'm going to bleed. BK is going to bleed. Latino is going to bleed. Hell, everyone is going to be bleeding before this night is over.
Blood will flow, bones could break, injuries will be sustained. After tonight, that will all be synonymous with that match. Everyone should expect that too. If they don't...then they are in for a rude awakening.
But it's like Rattlesnake said...no guts...no glory.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:26:07 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match Jason Freeman vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Nick D)
Lights cut to black as the moody guitar intro to “Ugly” by The Exies resounds from the PA. During the mellow first verse, Jason Freeman’s imposing figure appears in the entryway. Once the chorus hits, the lights flash brightly and fire pyro flares up from the stage. Freeman continues to amble down the ramp, stopping to pose dramatically every once in a while.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ACW Entertainment Championship. Making his way to the ring...from Long Island, New York...he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds...the ACW Entertainment Champion...JASON...FREEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAAN!
Maxwell McNally: We’re back to ACW’s long-awaited first pay-per-view of 2007, and what a show it has been so far. Maxwell McNally calling the action with “Fast” Eddie Edison, and both of us are honored that you’ve decided to spend your hard-earned money to be tuning in tonight.
Eddie Edison: Up next will be a battle between two bruisers who do a great impression of Dave Chapelle doing an impression of Rick James, that is to say, two men who hit hard and make no apologies about it, and to add even more spice to the matchup, it will indeed be for the coveted ACW Entertainment Championship.
Freeman climbs up the steps and enters the ring, all the while flashing his million dollar smile proudly. He mounts the second rope and proudly thrusts his prized championship belt high into the air.
The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as “Animal I Have Become” By Three Days Grace hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while Jonny Spade can be seen walking through the crowds of people slapping hands with fans.
Phillip: And the challenger...weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...JONNY...SPAAAADE!
McNally: You have to believe Jonny Spade is entering this match with the definite edge in momentum. With Freeman’s failure to “one-up” Spade in his loss against Brian Carnage, Freeman is surely looking to prove his dominance by any means possible, and that could lead to him making some costly errors in this match.
Once he gets to the barrier he jumps on top of it and balances himself on it and leaps across the open space and lands on the apron then hops again over the top rope then once in the ring pyro shoot up and in the ring and Jonny spins around as pyro shower down under him.
DING, DING, DING!
The two men stand near their respective corners, each taking a completely different demeanor. Spade glares at Freeman intently as he begins to focus his energies. Freeman, on the other hand, grins smugly at Spade as he executes a few dramatic stretches, obviously much more for show than to actually loosen himself up. Once Freeman finally gives the signal that he is done with his ostentatious warm-up routine, the two men begin closing in on each other for a lockup, but right before they actually make contact, Freeman holds up his two hands and beckons for Spade to stop. Spade stops in his tracks and stands there with a completely bemused look on his face. Freeman uses this respite to run his hand smoothly through his hair. The fans, especially female ones, subsequently go wild. Spade is irate at this feckless disturbance, but Keiji Makabe manages to calm him down just slightly to allow Freeman enough time to adequately bathe in his own glory.
McNally: Seriously, this is a title match. Surely, Freeman can take his mind off himself on this occasion.
Edison: Well, I obviously wouldn’t expect normal folk such as yourself to understand the ways of the beautiful.
McNally: Oh yes, Eddie, I notice you practically had to keep the adoring females away with a stick.
The action can’t start again soon enough for Spade as the two move in to lock up again, but Freeman manages to sidestep away from Spade’s lunge to escape his grasp. Before Spade can even pivot his head to look at Freeman again, Freeman launches an open-handed slap to the back of Spade’s head.
McNally: Freeman demonstrating some impressive agility for a man of his size.
Edison: You’ve been hit by...you’ve been hit by....a sm-
McNally: Don’t even start, Eddie.
Freeman lets out a vigorous “whoo!” in celebration of his own cunning. Freeman then begins to trot around the ring in true Shane-O-Mac style, but Spade seeks to cut his celebration short by charging at him with a clothesline, but Freeman ducks under. As Spade continues running toward the ropes, Freeman tries to strike with a dropkick, but Spade manages to hook his arms around the top rope and Freeman’s attack meets only air as he crashes back-first onto the mat. As Freeman rolls onto his feet again, still favoring his back, Spade catches him in a pendulum backbreaker. Freeman rolls away from Spade, but that doesn’t deter him from trying to snap on an armbar. Freeman, however, would prove too quick and manages to grab hold of the bottom rope before Spade can fully establish the hold. Makabe beckons Spade to pull away from Freeman, allowing him to pull himself to the corner. Spade continues his pursuit by running at Freeman again, this time hoping to bury his shoulder into Freeman’s gut, but it would appear that Freeman was merely playing possum and steps out of Spade’s trajectory, causing Spade to meet only the cold steel of the turnbuckle post. Freeman turns Spade around to face him again and climbs up on the second rope before raining a series of punches down on top of Spade’s head. Upon landing one final authoritative punch, Freeman dismounts the turnbuckle and pulls Spade back toward the center of the ring. Freeman traps Spade into a front facelock and tosses Spade’s arm over his head before planting Spade down with a snap suplex. Instead of releasing Spade, Freeman continues to hold on to Spade’s head and rolls over so that both men lie with their stomachs down on the mat. Freeman then proceeds to squeeze the air out of Spade with a grounded front facelock. Freeman plants the full weight of his body down upon Spade to effectively ground him.
McNally: Keeping a powerhouse like Spade restrained like that is a true testament to Freeman’s domineering brute power.
Freeman cannot ground Spade forever, though, and eventually Spade fights back by throwing his elbow upward straight into Freeman’s face. This effort can’t completely break Freeman’s grip, but Spade does manage to lift both himself and Freeman up to their feet and continues to shake Freeman off with a few forearm strikes into Freeman’s gut. This does force Freeman to release Spade and Spade immediately capitalizes with a jawbreaker that sends Freeman reeling. Freeman turns away from Spade, and so Spade wraps his arms around Freeman’s waist and tries to take him over in a German suplex. But Freeman would block by hooking his leg around Spade’s. Freeman then twists his body to the side to break free from Spade and end up behind him to lock his own arms around Spade’s waist. Spade spins around and tries to throw his arm into Freeman’s head, but Freeman manages to duck. However, the evasion of this one move would work to put Freeman in an even more uncompromising position, as Spade uses the momentum of his attack to spin around to face Freeman again, and before Freeman can resume an upright posture, Spade wraps his arm around Freeman’s head and reaches in between Freeman’s legs with his free hand before lifting Freeman up horizontal in the air and dropping him down stomach-first onto his knee in a gutbuster! Spade covers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:26:42 GMT -5
Spade knows better than to allow time for Freeman to recover and so consequently applies a grounded sleeper hold to a seated Freeman. Freeman’s face writhes in vividly visible agony as Spade constricts the passageways of his air supply, but in a display of the same tenacity which made him Entertainment champ in the first place and pushes himself back to his feet, try as Spade might to weigh him down further. Noticing that his head is placed directly underneath Spade’s, Freeman drops down onto his rear again, but this time, he’s sure to drive the crown of his head up against Spade’s chin, and Spade is forced to abandon this endeavor. Spade stumbles backward while tending to his sharply aching jaw, but Freeman is in hot pursuit and plants a dropkick into his chest. Both men roll back to their feet, and Freeman catches Spade in a hip toss. Now with Spade effectively grounded, Freeman takes the time to run into the ropes and rebounds by leaping into the air and dropping his knee into his head. Freeman with the cover.
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KICKOUT
Freeman pulls Spade up to his feet and backs him up against the corner with a series of stiff European uppercuts upside his head. After feeling as though he has sufficiently incapacitated Spade, Freeman whips him to the opposite turnbuckle and Spade collides chest-first with the padding. As Spade reels back Freeman runs to the nearby ropes and rebounds with a clothesline attempt, but Spade ducks under. However, before Spade can turn to face Freeman and launch a counter, Freeman locks his arms around Spade’s waist and rolls him backward into a bridge pin.
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Spade kicks out with so much force that it sends Freeman into the ropes. As he rebounds, Spade rolls backward to get onto his feet just in time to catch Freeman in a huge back body drop!
Edison: Oh wow! Kevin Federline’s rapping career thought that crash was rough!
The sheer impact of the landing causes Freeman to bound back to his feet, which presents Spade with the opportunity to stick his head under Freeman’s arm and lift him up by the back of his leg before falling down with a spinning sideslam to plant him in a Killswitch! Spade covers.
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KICKOUT
Spade pulls Freeman up to his feet again and hoists him up onto his shoulder. Spade then begins making his way to the turnbuckle and is about to toss Freeman face-first onto the top turnbuckle pad with a snake eyes, but Freeman wriggles his way out of his grasp and lands behind Spade to shove him from behind into the corner. Spade, however, puts his hands out in front of himself to stop his movement, but he isn’t quick enough turn around before Freeman buries another dropkick into his back, sending him face-first into the turnbuckle. Freeman peels a dazed Spade away from the corner, pulling him back to the center of the ring, and hauls him up into an Argentine backbreaker rack before falling backward, driving the entire front of Spade’s body into the mat with an Inverted Fireman’s Carry Pancake. This past endeavor seems to have taken its toll on Freeman as well, as he remains lying on his back for a while and is noticeably labored as he pulls himself back to his feet. Finally, Freeman regains enough of his breath to make his way up the turnbuckle. By the time he’s standing on top, Spade has recovered and is staggering around on his feet. Freeman seeks to exploit this moment of weakness by leaping off the top rope with his clasped hands raised high above his head with the hopes of landing a double axe handle, but Spade manages to catch Freeman in midair and plant him in an Arn Anderson-style spinebuster! The crowd goes wild as both men crash to the mat in a thunderous thud, both lying quite winded afterward.
Edison: Spade just rocked the casbah! Whatever that means...
Makabe makes it to the 4 count before Spade summons the strength to pick up one arm and drape it over Freeman’s chest.
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KICKOUT!
Spade struggles to get back to his feet. As he pulls Freeman back up, Freeman tries to fight back by throwing a few punches into Spade’s gut, but Spade manages to quell him with an authoritative club across his back. Spade follows that up by whipping Freeman into the ropes. When Freeman bounces back, Spade steps to his right while executing a quick spin, during which he hooks his right arm around Freeman’s left. Spade then continues his spin and tries to hook Freeman’s other arm, probably with the intention of forcing him into a backslide pin, but Freeman doesn’t allow his free arm to be captured and instead reaches behind his head to grab Spade’s and drop backward down to the mat in a neckbreaker! This time, Freeman is able to get up again more quickly and pulls Spade along. He bends Spade forward in front of him to trap him in standing headscissors position before wrapping his arms around Spade’s waist and, in a truly astonishing display of pure brawn, hoisting him up into the air in crucifix powerbomb position. Spade, however, is able to shimmy out of Freeman’s grasp and land behind him. Spade spins around and buries a knee into Freeman’s ribcage. Spade then bends Freeman over and stands at his side. He pulls Freeman’s near arm in between his legs while hooking his far arm around with his own to get him in pumphandle position. Spade lifts Freeman up onto his shoulder and drops down into a seated position, slamming Freeman down to his side in a Pumphandle Schwein! Surprisingly, even after landing this devastating move, Spade forgoes the pin and instead, looks upon the turnbuckle with a glint in his eye.
McNally: What’s this about the turnbuckle that has suddenly caught Spade’s attention? He certainly has never had a reputation as a high flier.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:27:45 GMT -5
Spade drags himself to the corner and climbs up onto the second rope so that he faces the ring. He sets up a firm footing, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. As a completely disoriented Freeman tries to regain his footing, Spade gestures enthusiastically to the crowd, pulling them over to his side. Once Freeman finally does get up again, his back is facing Spade, and so Spade leaps off, eventually grabbing Freeman by the shoulders and planting his knees against Freeman’s back. Spade then uses the momentum from the rest of his fall to pull Freeman backwards, driving his knees straight into Freeman’s kidneys in a lungblower! Spade goes for the cover!
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner and the NEW ACW Entertainment Champion...JONNY...SPAAAAAADE!
Edison: A truly incredible match, and I have no problem saying that the better man will walk out a champion tonight.
McNally: While I don’t agree with the way Freeman prepared for this match, I’m definitely willing to applaud his effort. This is certainly a fitting way to crown a champion.
As “Animal I Have Become” roars from the PA, Spade clutches the title belt close to him. An expression of ecstasy can be seen from behind the mask of fatigue. Spade rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside. Cut to a close-up of Freeman gasping for breath. Fade out with a shot of Spade raising the belt exultantly as he makes his way backstage again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:30:52 GMT -5
Segment: Unexpected Occurances (Credit: Senator)
Maxwell McNally: This show has surely lived up to expectations so far, right, Eddie?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: You bet your last dollar it has! I think our hard working ACW fans have managed to purchace themselves one top notch wrestling extravagansa here tonight! So, Max, what's on the table next? I heard we're putting off on the next match here for a little time. That sucks.
McNally: I know you can't wait to get back to the action in the squared circle, but we do have...ah, here we go.
The lights dim for a moment, before an interesting theme plays: "Survival of the Sickest,"
Phillip Jones: Announcing now, on their way to the ring, Fallout Openweight Champion, Daniel Ness, and Fallout Chairman, Biff Taylor!
Biff and Ness make their way out to a rather negative recepton, Ness wearing a set of red and blue Addias warmups, holding the Openweight Title over his shoulder.
Edison: What's this doing here? They don't have a match, or a part in the company!
Soon, the two controvercial figures get to the ring, with a microphone in Biff's hand, the crowd knows that whatever is about to happen will not please them, and voice their disapproval quite loudly.
Biff Taylor: Enough, enough, we get the picture, come on! Ok, now...if you'd shut your traps, we'd be gone much faster!
The audience finally emits a majority of cheers.
Biff: Thanks! Anyway, we're here on permission from your beloved Gingerdude, we felt that this great big pay per view even twas just lackin' somethin'...and that was a touch of excellence, namely, Mr. Danny Ness right here, the most presitigious champion in the world today! See, he's got an announcement to make, those of you following the wrestling newswires mighta caught that we couldn't do this on Fallout, an' figgered that if we took this special announcement here to Ragnarok, we'd be more than able to increase buyrates. And being the good neighbors that we've been since the big truce thing we signed, Danny and I decided that we'd make the announcement here!
Daniel Ness: Now, I had to delay this, since the contender for this title has to be more than just your average scrub ring worker. I'm the best on the mat today, and I can't waste my time with losers who don't belong in MY ring in the first place! So, Biff and I searched far and wide for the most deserving, the most powerful, the most skilled challenger possible. And we reached one conclusion.
The Fallout fans in the audience starts up dueling chants for Skurai and Stan Johnston, while a few fans are heard yelling the names of Felix Santana, OLYMPIA, and BK London.
Ness: Skurai, pff, I already beat that wack job. His fragile mind couldn't take another thrashing in the ring from one as superior as I. And Johnston? Hah, he's got a broken arm, and didn't have a chance before that! And BK London's not ever going to get a shot, you fat slob in the second row, so you can stop shouting his name! No, I need to face someone who will actually challenge me, force me to innovate, take my game to the next level...and that man...is...
The Openweight champ pauses for a moment to listen to the crowd, who are largely starting to become a bit annoyed at this point.
Ness: And that man is Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint, a former ACW Champion, former Fallout Television Champion, and one of the true greats of the sport!
Edison: That guy's still around? I forgot he even existed, although that might be wishful thinking! What a horrible champion!
McNally: Yes, Eddie, Mint is still around, wrestling on Fallout, but even worse, he's a member of the same group as Daniel Ness, the Corporate Club.
The audience, especially the Fallout contingent, is about as pleased as Edison with the announcement, even throwing a bit of trash.
McNally: Sylvain Mint might be a cult favorite of sorts on Fallout, but the fans know that they just had their time wasted, and that this will more likely than not be a sham of a "match." Thankfully, ACW does not have paper challengers for their belts, I might add. I respect my Fallout counterparts, as I do for most people in the industry, but this is not a good decision.
Ness: Show your respect! Mint is a seasoned ring veteran, he's paid his dues, and he'll make a better challenger than anyone on Fallout, past, or present! Nobody else even makes me break out a sweat! Nobody can even...
Suddenly, the lights go pitch black.
Edison: Max, help me, I'm scared of the dark!
McNally: For Heaven's sake, Eddie, would you control yourself?
Edison: I can't help it, every time this happens, some weird supernatural acting guy does something, or someone ends up clocked with a chair...and I don't want it to be me!
McNally: Ok, ok, Eddie, if you would please let go of my chair...
And then, the lights slowly come back on...in a deep tint of green, as a classic sound to the ears of ACW and Fallout fans alike resounds throughout the ACW Arena...
*RIBBIT*
The crowd erupts, at the signature opening for the theme of Fallout's all time most popular star...
Scenes of swampland and ponds play over the Alphatron, starting to intersperse with quick shots of a very familiar green mask...
"Green Hornet" hits full decibal levels over the PA system, and the audience goes wild, as none other than El Froggy Mask himself is seen in the entranceway! Wearing his traditional flipper boots, and green singlet, Froggy charges the ring at full blast! McNally: Amazing, El Froggy Mask was put out of action for quite a few months, by a sheer drop powerbomb from none other than Daniel Ness, I bet Ness is surely quaking in his boots at this moment! Perhaps El Froggy Mask wishes to return the favor to the man who nearly paralyzed him!
Froggy rushes the ring, making his always impressive running leap from the floor up to the bottom rope, and flips forward into the ring from there, landing mere inches away from the face of Daniel Ness. Biff Taylor knows when to run when he has to, and abandons his Openweight champion in the ring, rolling out and stumbling over to the guardrail.
Edison: Ok, this could be cool...
Ness and Froggy stare each other down, and it's apparent that the once skinny El Froggy Mask has packed on a few added pounds of upper body muscle in his downtime, Ness starts to back off as Froggy slowly raises a clinched fist...
...And then offers it out in a handshake offer. To near silence, Ness heartily accepts the hand, and vigorusly shakes it.
Edison: What? What the hell just happened? Something's gone insane with the world!
And if things couldn't be confusing enough, El Froggy Mask takes the microphone, before speaking unfamiliar words with the old recognizable voice.
El Froggy Mask: Hola, Senor Ness, and from the bottom of Froggy's heart, I wish to thank you.
McNally: Ok, this is indeed surreal.
Froggy: Yes, you surprised that Froggy now can speak the English? Well, don't be. I have been away for very long time, and seen many things happen. I see Fallout break from ACW, and start big war. I see Senor Ness get the big Openweight Belt. I see wrestling go down the tubes. But you all now wish why El Froggy Mask just thanked Senor Ness. This is a good question. And I have a good answer. A very good answer. Look. El Froggy Mask was once the most exciting wrestler in the world, leaping high off tall things, delivering electric fast luchador styled moves to everyone who dared take me on. But that was then. Senor Ness did me a very, very big favor. He showed me what could happen if I keep trying to please fans in the ring, and not look out for Numero Uno. That is a very, very big mistake. Look. When the doctors showed me what it took to break my neck, I saw the light. I saw that I would need to change. And I did. I lived for me! I moved out of small, smelly janitor closet. I bought big house, with big garage, with big car, with big pool. I knew I needed to stop being stupid when I talked, so I took lessons in English. You all liked how El Froggy Mask talked before, too bad. And then, I saw that I needed to be different if I wrestled again. I worked big time on making arms, chest, back bigger, stronger, strong like my legs have been. I worked on new moves, new ways to win. Better ways to win. I no longer waste my energy on dangerous flippy stuff that fans liked before. I train in infusing the dark poision of the Amazon into my ways, and letting go of the old ways that would have retired me early, for fans' selfish benefit. And now, I thank Senor Ness, and I thank Senor Biff...for letting me into being the newest member of the big time group, the Corporate Club! Gracias, and see you later, suckers!
Froggy, Biff, and Ness walk out together, but have to hurry, as some fans seem betrayed by the words of the former fan favorite, throwing their cups, wrappers, whatever makes for a good projectile, and is not bolted to the floor seems to be fair game, a water bottle narrowly misses Froggy's head as he leaps through the entranceway to the back.
McNally: What an awful shame. I do despise when someone goes wrong like that.
Edison: I dunno, that was kinda cool, I suppose...
McNally: Eddie, there is no hope for you, I know I try at times to turn you around, and make you respectable, as any elder should do for their younger peers, but I simply must say that if you liked that...
Edison: I must be crazy! And now, let's get back to our own stuff, it's about time!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 27, 2007 16:31:58 GMT -5
Segment: Janus’ Portal (Credit: AK)
The shot cuts backstage, to the exterior of a corridor. As the scene begins, a door opens, and Alicia and Victor Laureano walk out, dressed and ready for their match. The crowd gives them a sound booing.
From their cool exteriors, it’s impossible for anyone to spot a single sign of the turmoil that the last few days have brought. With Umeko Saito’s words having hit her hard, Alicia retreated into a sullen silence… one which Victor knew could not be natural. In truth, they’d both been ignoring the elephant in the room for months, but despite their actions on ACW programming, the relationship between the two is still strong. Strong enough for Victor to finally sit his wife down, and persuade her to tell him just what was wrong.
The details of that night will likely remain a private matter between the two; it suffices to say that there were tears, and shouting, and all manner of self recriminations, until mentally exhausted Alicia was able to voice the thing she feared most… that she really had sunk as low as Umeko had painted her. It’s never easy to face up to the parts of ourselves that we don’t like, and half the time what we think is soul-searching is in fact just very clever deception of ourselves. But Alicia has to face facts; all her justifications can’t hide the reality that she does not like the person she has become, and she is terrified that she has lost the part of herself that her husband fell in love with…
As they walk through the corridors toward the backstage area, Alicia trails along her hand close to Victor. He opens his own gently, and takes hers; they glance at one another, and exchange a smile that speaks volumes.
No one knows how his recent run of bad form has affected Victor Laureano, for he has been almost entirely mute on the issue. Maybe he shares some of the feelings that his wife has been enduring far more publicly, maybe not. But had they been there to see him as he held the love of his life close, and whispered of how his belief in her was unbreakable and absolute, no one would possibly have doubted that there is at least a part of the old Latino inside him.
There is no such thing as a perfect love, or a love without trial and conflict. But where it exists then there remains a chance of redemption…
The crewmembers pass the pair of them by, wrapped up in their own affairs. Both Alicia and Victor are tense; they’d be exceedingly foolish to be anything else before a match of this kind. But they go into it knowing that they still have one another, their mutual foundation. And when the foundation’s solid, the rest can be fixed…
As they near the curtain area, Alicia is still unsure about a lot of things. She knows that things have to change… and change is always hard. Worse, she has no idea where that change will take her, and it is still entirely possible that her best days in ACW are behind her. But she knows now that she can no longer delay the journey, wherever she ends up.
What she will find out tonight is if she is capable of the first of a thousand steps…
Fade.
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