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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:01:54 GMT -5
Segment: Commercial Maneuvers (Credit: Flamingo/Stark)
The camera re-opens to a somewhat metro office where Adrian sat in a suave leather chair while Jones paced the room observing the various things hung from the walls. In front of the suave brown leather, was a glass-topped desk and another brown leather chair behind it. The figure in the chair had his back turned to Flamingo and Jones for one reason or another. Jones gazed at pictures of various celebrities and wrestling personalities posing with a somewhat sleazy looking guy. Jones through Flamingo a questioning look, but Adrian was all smiles with stars in his eyes.
"Boys boys boys... you know what I said when I saw the both of you in action last week? BOOM! That's what you guys were... you were an explosion on that television screen! Mister Jones, your intimidating image and brute strength shows me that you have what it takes to be the next Governator! And... Adrian... oh, Adrian Flamingo... I think you were spot on when you chose the ring-name "astonishing", because, babe, I couldn't take my eyes off of you! You have the right amount of flair and pizzazz to really become a HUGE figurehead in the United States! You boys have it all... the drive... the skill... the image... but you're missing one thing..."
Adrian smiled at the back of the leather chair and it seemed as if he were about to wet himself.
"What's that?"
The chair quickly spinned to reveal a short-haired man with an almost boyish charm, dressed to the teeth in all the finest materials known to man. I'm talking rolex, egyptian cotton, and the richest cologne that could gag a skunk.
"Me. Boys, you guys have it all... but you don't have someone to lead you down the right path. That's where I come in. See, you guys are on the brink of exploding into the mainstream media with the same force that dismantled Hirsohima and raped Nagasake. You're going to have all sorts of companies coming up to you and asking you to endorse their products because they know that consumers are going to want to gobble up anything that'll have your handsome faces on. Now, I don't mean to belittle you, because I do trust your intelligence, but sometimes we see those dollar signs and become distracted. Don't believe me... Mister Jones, have you ever heard of Brutus Beefcake's Easy-Glide Tampons?"
Jones turned, apparently having not even heard the question being asked.
"Ah knew a bit o'skirt from Nagasaki once. Had 'er three titties like that bitty from Total Recall, 'twas fuckin' freaky as 'ell. Now, Flamingo, why th'ell are we standin' in dis office wit this slimy lil' man in a six 'undred dollar suit talkin' about Booty Man's Stick-'Em-Up crevice stuffers? I could be gettin' fuckin' soused at me favorite pub right now."
Adrian smiled nervously and practically dived out of his chair towards the direction of the big Brit. Adrian rushed Jones to the corner of the room and forced him into a huddle.
"Jones! Are you serious!? This could be our meal ticket! Sure he has a questionable fashion-sense, but we can't fault him for that. I don't know about you, Jonesy, but I'm tired of not getting booked at pay per views and constantly facing Thunderkiss in some manner. Don't you want to actually wrestle once or twice a month?"
Jones glanced at the still-smiling fellow before turning his attention back to Adrian.
"Aye, that'd be nice. An' never wrestlin' that Freeman sod again'd be a perk. Bloody beggars like 'im an' Durden ain't got no business in th'ring wit' gents like us. Outclass 'em at every turn, we does."
Adrian smiked at Jones.
"So, we play by this cat's rules till we get what we want and then we dump him in the trash heap! We'll have the money, the fame, the belts, and the main event status that WE deserve and he gets nothing - everyone's a winner... except him though."
Adrian turned his attention back to the sleaze in the suit and smiled big.
"After consulting with my esteemed colleague over here... we're in. What can you do for us, Mister...?"
"Steinberg... William Steinberg... and welcome aboard. When I get done with you, the names Adrian Flamingo and Geoffry Jones will be household names... right beside Mr. Clean and Mrs. Butterworth."
"Mr. Clean's got nothin' on Mistah Jones, mate."
Cue the slightly toothy grin.
"So, me an' me compadre Adrian Flamingo 'ere are gonna wait for Mistah Magic Fingahs ta get us a gig. I ain't doin' no goddamn underwear commercials, if ya come at me wit one o'dem I'ma grab ya by that twenty-pound 'aircut an' shake ya like a fresh glowstick. Savvy?"
Steinberg smiles at Jones, almost the way someone would at a mildly retarded puppy.
"See, Jones, that's why I like you. You're REAL... besides, you seem the type to go commando anyway. Anyway, gentlemen, I've got a lot of work to do and you boys have a lot of thinking to do about what you want to accomplish. Come back next week and we'll chisle out the details."
Jones nodded, stepping forward and offering a hand. Steinberg accepted, only to immediately regret it as he could literally hear the bones in his hand pop under the grip. Jones just smiled steadily before letting him go.
"All you's gotta remember is that I'm Mistah Jones. An' ye're NOT. G'day, sunshine."
Steinberg held his aching hand and smiled back as the big Brit stepped back for Adrian to step up. Adrian shook Steinberg's other hand and just smiled.
"He's got a lot of spirit..."
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:03:13 GMT -5
Segment: Tell Me My Name (Credit: Hunter)
Knock, Knock
"We are made by our choices," that's what he told me. He makes a valid point, but there is a significant flaw...what if we had no choice to make a particular choice? Is that a bit of irony or am I just over analyzing? Whatever, this isn't the time to be debating the meaning of...whatever the hell. I'm really not in the mood to do anything right now except for...no, I'm not in the mood for anything. I still hate myself for what I have to do, and I'll later go on to hate myself for what I did. That's the kind of pain that never goes away...the kind where you knew you could prevent something from happening, and yet you did not, and so all you do is sit idly by and wonder "what if?" It's a vicious little circle we have, and I'm not to keen on entering it.
So this is it...I guess that it's just like I said, I didn't have much of a choice.. I have to make this as quick and painless as possible, for both our sakes. The less we both suffer, the better. The handgun in the back of my pants is rather cold, and I wish I could adjust it at the moment, but that unfortunately is impossible, as the door bursts wide open, and the decrepit form of Billy the Bull appears over me. He looks at me with almost teary eyes, and then turns around. To say the least, this action surprises me. Why is he so sad? Perhaps I can figure that out at a later time, so instead I grab the doorknob, turn it, and enter his small home in the middle of nowhere...my father's home. I wish I could say that it makes me happy to say that, but it doesn't, especially considering I know what I must do next. Why have I been so forsaken?
So...uh...no shotgun?
He looks up at me with those sad, dark eyes.
Billy: ...what?
Last time I came here, you had a shotgun pointed in my face.
Billy: Yeah, I did.
So why not---
Billy: Because I don't need it anymore.
I nod slightly, and then sit down, my hands behind my back, which, yes, is as awkward as you imagine it is. God, I'm amazed he hasn't figured out what I'm going to do yet...or...wait...?
Billy: So why are you here?
Because I've been forced to put a bullet into your fucking head. But naturally I can't say that. Still...it's odd, he speaks to me as if he already knew the answer to his own question. Only afterwords do I really realize that I was the ignorant one. But, anyways...I need something to say. And I may very well just have the thing.
Why didn't you tell me you were my father?
It's as if his expression got even sadder.
Billy: ...I...it...it was your mother's idea.
What?
Billy: She wasn't stupid, she knew full well what I did and who I was. And yet she loved me just the same, which goes to show you how she's one in a million. But she didn't want her son to fall into the same line of work that I had.
...but I did.
Billy: I'm aware of that. It wasn't my fault either, I never wanted you to fall into all of this. It was around the time when I started to educate you about these things that I realized it wasn't right. I had gone back against her word...
Wait, what the hell are you talking about? If you put me into this situation, then why do you say it's bad?
Billy: It wasn't me. James told me to get you into this.
...of all the things he could have said. The only other man who even came close to be considered a father figure by me was the one who sold me out into a world I was slowly realizing wasn't that amazing anyway, and the other man, who actually was my father, was the one who tried to save me from it.
Billy: You're getting it.
I look up at him oddly...
Billy: You were always easy to read.
I chuckle slightly. So this is what it's like to have a real father. I...I can't do this. I quickly rise out of my chair and nod slightly to him.
Well that's really all I needed to know. Thanks...
And with that, I turn around and leave---
Billy: What the hell are you doing?
...so much for that. I turn around slightly and look down at him, and he looks back up at me with a dark expression on his face.
Billy: Why not just do it?
What are you---
Billy: Don't patronize me. I told you I can read you like a fucking book, and there's a reason I didn't have a shotgun pointed at your face when I opened the door.
He was expecting it, he even told me how he expected James to do this to him soon. And that's why he had tears in his eyes, because he wasn't expecting it to be me.
I...
Billy: Please, just take the gun out, and do it.
I say nothing for a few moments, and instead I stare at him open-mouthed. I reach behind me and take the gun out, and then click the safety off.
Billy: Point it at me and pulling the fucking trigger.
I...I can't do that.
Billy: We are made by our choices, and right now, if you don't make the right one, you could very well be dead.
Why...I...I don't get it...
Billy: Save me the trouble and just do it. Because if you don't, James is going to send people more capable of inflicting pain.
But---
Billy: And then he'll send them on you! Are you so fucking blind that you can't see---
I know that, damn it! He fucking told me that he'd kill me if I didn't---
Billy: Then do it! Stop playing fucking games with me, son, and pull the fucking trigger!
...son. He called me son. This is how it feels...I finally get it.
I...can't...
We both have tears in our eyes at the moment, and I slowly raise the gun to his head while we drown ourselves in our individual sorrow.
Billy: Please, just do it...for yourself...
Just to protect me...that's the only reason he's doing all of this, just to protect me. Why, God...why of all people...?
Please...
Billy: ...do it, Nicholas.
I throw myself into my own weakened state, and I pull the trigger. I didn't miss, and as far as I can tell, he didn't have to suffer. And then it hits me instantly, and I plummet to the ground, weeping, every single nature in myself being completely shaped. There is no way to escape this situation. Why...why me? Why him?
...FUCK!
It's the only useless thing I do all day. I sit there on the floor, tears slowing their descent, and keep my back to his body. I'll have to leave sooner than later, but I just can't...this is as close to him as I'll ever be, and the moment I leave, I'll be gone from him forever. And just then, as if it couldn't get uncomfortable enough, my phone rings. I chuckle slightly, and then pick it up.
...h...hello?
James: Is it done?
Persistent bastard, aren't you?
...yes.
James: Finally. Although it took you some time, you got it done, and that's what matters. Welcome aboard, and congratulations; you're still alive.
All I want to do is put a bullet into his fucking head. But instead I simply clear my throat.
Yeah...
James: Anyways, I have a new assignment for you. Come down to my office and I'll brief you on it.
Who?
James: The target?
Yeah.
There's a slight pause, and I can hear the rustling of paper in the background.
James: His name is Lester Jacobson.
I nod slightly, knowing full well that he cannot see this acknowledgment. And then I hang up, return the phone to my pocket, and pick up my gun. I look at it briefly, sigh, and then place it back into my pants pocket. And I leave just as soon as I came.
Isn't this where---
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He rushes over to the mirror instantly, and without flicking on the light stares deep into his own eyes.
Brimstone: ...Nicholas.
It feels strange to him, but all new things do. He doesn't feel like a Nicholas, but there's no use in arguing with the facts. Now he knows his past much more clearly, and he knows what led him to the events that he first remembered. And he severely hopes that now he will get to know exactly what happened after Tom let him live. But such a hope can be left for the future. Instead, he throws his coat on as always, and then leaves the locker room. "Match time, Nicholas." Yeah, he'll have to get used to it...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:03:54 GMT -5
Match 6: Brimstone vs. Wyvern (Credit: Nick D / Hunter) “Angel of Death” by Slayer hits the speakers as a single flame explodes in the center of the stage and stays alit, and no lights come on. Brimstone walks out before it wearing a large black cloak with the hood on, and he slowly extends his arms over the fire. After a few moments, he widens his arms and the fire separates on either side of him, giving him an opening to walk through. He walks down the ramp with the lights still off, having the entire scene only be lit by the flames behind him. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...from Parts Unknown...”THE ANGEL OF DEATH...BRIIIMSTOOOOOOOOONE! Eddie Edison: A most pleasant greeting to all of you who have chosen to spend your time and money with us here at yet another spectacular ACW pay-per-view. "Fast" Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally completely excited to be calling the action for what is sure to be the true money match of the night as Wyvern faces Brimstone. Maxwell McNally: Time and time again over the last month, these two have stated that there's no need for gimmicks in this conflict of theirs. Now we have the distinct pleasure of seeing their rivalry come to a head in a match that will feature wrestling in its most unadulterated form. Brimstone enters the ring and widens his arms while facing the stage. He slowly closes his hands together, and the flames reemerge into one flame, and then that flame disappears altogether. The lights then slowly turn on, and Brimstone stands off to the side of the ring in deep concentration. As "Trip Like I Do" hits, the lights fade as purple strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp. A slight fog rolls in, casting a silhoutte of Wyvern as he makes his way to the ring, typically at a slow pace.[/i] Phillip: And his opponent, from Tacoma, Washington...weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds...THIS...IIIIIIS WYVEEEEEEEERN! From there, he makes his way onto the ring apron, where he stands, resting against the ropes, awaiting Keiji Makabe to call for the bell DING, DING, DING!The two men take this last moment of respite for any last-minute preparations. A deep breath here, a stretch there, and it’s time to rumble. They start off deliberately, exhibiting the caution that comes with their seasoned experience. Wyvern sticks his hand out, Brimstone locking up in a sort of one-handed test of strength. Brimstone grabs a handful of Wyvern’s hair and pulls him backward so that he crashes into the mat. Wyvern tucks his legs in toward himself and swiftly kicks out to spring back to his feet. Wyvern tries to hit a jumping heel kick, but Brimstone ducks and runs to the ropes. When he bounces back, he tucks and rolls underneath Wyvern, who simultaneously leapfrogs into the air. Brimstone rolls to his feet as Wyvern comes back down. Both men run toward opposite ropes. When they bounce back to meet each other, it’s Brimstone who strikes with a spinning heel kick. When both men roll back to their feet, Brimstone acts first yet again with a dropkick that sends Wyvern tumbling to the outside. However, Wyvern doesn’t intend to linger for long and immediately slides back into the ring. Brimstone runs to the ropes opposite Wyvern and rebounds to land a crossbody on him for the cover. 1.............. KICKOUT Wyvern shoves Brimstone off. Brimstone quickly rolls to the outside and takes a few moments to collect himself once more. He hops onto the apron and enters the ring. Wyvern lunges in for the tie-up. Brimstone quickly sidesteps to end up behind Wyvern and lock his arms around Wyvern’s waist. Wyvern swiftly jerks his body sideways to break Brimstone’s grip and end up behind him. Wyvern then twists Brimstone’s left arm behind his back in a hammerlock. Wyvern then proceeds to really dig the hold in by pushing Brimstone’s arm forward and down. Brimstone turns to his right to wrap his free arm around Wyvern’s left arm and then kicks back with his near leg to sweep out Wyvern’s feet from under him. Wyvern flips forward and crashes back-first into the mat. Once Wyvern rolls to his feet, Brimstone moves in for a tie-up of his own. Wyvern grabs hold of Brimstone’s arm and twists it forward in an arm wrench. To alleviate the pressure of this hold, Brimstone flips forward and lands on his feet. He then grabs hold of Wyvern’s wrist with both hands and swings Wyvern's arm forward, effectively flipping him over so that he slams back-first into the mat. With Wyvern lying on his back, Brimstone bends Wyvern’s wrist backward. Wyvern rolls over onto his knees and eventually pushes himself back to his feet. With his wrist still in Brimstone’s grasp, Wyvern pulls him in and decks him with a stiff European uppercut. A dazed Brimstone staggers backward, and Wyvern pursues with a headbutt and finally a knife edge chop that sends him stumbling to the corner. Wyvern grabs hold of Brimstone’s head and rams his face into the top turnbuckle pad. Wyvern pulls Brimstone back to the center of the ring and buries his knee into Brimstone’s gut before whipping him into the ropes. When Brimstone bounces back, Wyvern is there to greet him with a clothesline. Wyvern pulls Brimstone to his feet, only to ground him again in a snapmare, applying the chin lock soon afterward. Using his deceptive speed, Brimstone twists to the side, popping his head out from Wyvern’s grasp. Brimstone also grabs hold of Wyvern’s near arm and twists it behind his back. Brimstone then pushes Wyvern facedown into the mat to lock in the submission. Despite Brimstone’s most concerted efforts to weigh him down, Wyvern manages to fight his way to his knees and makes a sudden dive for the ropes. He grabs hold of the second rope, forcing Brimstone to break the hold. As Brimstone pulls away, Wyvern drills him with an uppercut to his stomach. Brimstone doubles over, leaving his back exposed to a forearm club. Wyvern whips Brimstone to the ropes and tries to meet him by lifting his knee up for a kitchen sink, but Brimstone slows his momentum enough to lift his knee and block Wyvern’s attempt. Wyvern launches a toe kick, but Brimstone catches his foot and tosses it to the side, causing Wyvern to spin around. Once he turns to face Brimstone again, Brimstone has turned his back to him and applied a three-quarters front facelock. Brimstone then pulls Wyvern over his shoulder to slam him down in a Spinal Surgery! Brimstone tries to land an elbow drop, but Wyvern moves of out the way. Once men are back on their feet, Wyvern hops up and buries both his feet into Brimstone’s stomach. Wyvern then falls back and tries to flip Brimstone over in a monkey toss, but Brimstone manages to generate extra momentum to complete a full front flip and end up on his feet. Once Wyvern has gotten up himself, he runs at Brimstone with a clothesline, but Brimstone ducks. Before Wyvern can turn to face him again, Brimstone has locked his arms around Wyvern’s waist. Wyvern makes yet another dive at the ropes as Brimstone fails to establish an adequate footing. Before completely releasing Wyvern, Brimstone takes the liberty to drill Wyvern in the ribs with a knee. After a stern warning from Makabe, Brimstone backs off and the action starts anew. Brimstone tries for another tie-up, but Wyvern is plenty of steps ahead of him and instead lunges for his legs. After a successful takedown, Wyvern wraps his arm around Brimstone’s leg and flips him over into a half Boston crab. Wyvern attempts to place all his weight down on Brimstone and wrenches his leg back tenaciously, but Brimstone still manages claw his way to the bottom rope. Wyvern releases Brimstone, but wastes no time in lifting him up again and tossing him through the top and middle ropes. Brimstone lands on his feet and stumbles into the barricade. Wyvern exits the ring as well and grabs hold of Brimstone before planting him with a suplex! Wyvern pulls himself up by the barricade and lands a leg drop onto Brimstone’s neck. Wyvern tosses Brimstone back into the ring and covers. 1............ ........2.. KICKOUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:04:18 GMT -5
Wyvern moves over to Brimstone’s head and locks in the neck scissors. Brimstone flails his limbs wildly in an attempt to shake Wyvern off, but soon realizes Wyvern’s grip is just too tight. Therefore, Brimstone takes a much more technical approach. Brimstone rolls over so that the crown of his head is touching the mat, thereby repositioning Wyvern into a seated position. Brimstone hops to his left, and as soon as his feet touch the mat, Wyvern pushes off to the right. This springing motion pops his head out from Wyvern’s grasp. Before Wyvern can rise from the seated position, Brimstone buries the sole of his boot into Wyvern’s cheek. Wyvern scrambles to the ropes and as he pulls himself up, Brimstone whips him into the opposite ropes. As Wyvern bounces back, Wyvern leaps up and wraps his legs around Wyvern’s head before flipping backward to toss him over in a hurricarana! Brimstone moves to Wyvern’s head and applies a neck scissors of his own. Wyvern tries to replicate Brimstone’s counter to this move and rolls over so that the crown of his head is planted into the mat. However, Brimstone would lift him up ever so slightly and quickly drop him headfirst down onto the mat in a piledriver-type move! Brimstone rises to his feet and makes his way to the corner. He mounts the top rope and comes flying off with a Flght of the Valkyries for the cover!
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KICKOUT
Wyvern drags Brimstone up to his feet and snaps on a headlock. Wyvern pushes Brimstone toward the ropes and shoves him to the opposite ropes. Brimstone rebounds to deck Wyvern with a lariat. Brimstone runs to the ropes as Wyvern rolls back onto his feet. When Brimstone bounces back, Wyvern kicks him in the stomach. As Brimstone doubles over, Wyvern places his near leg on top of Brimstone’s head. Wyvern then executes a backflip and drives his knee straight up into Brimstone’s face. Wyvern runs to the ropes and hops onto the second rope, flipping backward to land on Brimstone in a Lionsault!
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KICKOUT!
Wyvern sits up on his knees, slightly incredulous that Brimstone was able to sustain such a furious onslaught. He makes his way to the corner, eventually laboring his way to the top rope. By this time, though, Brimstone has recovered and gotten to his feet. Brimstone then makes a run at Wyvern and hops onto the top rope so that he’s standing along with Wyvern! Brimstone tosses Wyvern’s near arm over his head while wrapping his arm around Wyvern’s neck before falling backward to hurl him over in an Immolation from the top rope! Both men lie in a battered heap in the center of the ring.
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Brimstone is the first one to his feet, and by the time he is in said position, Wyvern is merely on one knee. Brimstone realizes that this is a sort of turning point, and that he should not waste anytime. And so he charges at Wyvern, who looks up from his prone position and reaches out to Brimstone, attempting to stop the possible strike; instead, however, Brimstone charges straight through his arms, and that jumps off the ground and dropkicks Wyvern directly in the face, and then covers just as quickly.
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KICKOUT
He lifts Wyvern up and delivers a few strikes to his gut, and then lifts him up for the Black Death...but Wyvern, in a show of sheer genius, flips over to prevent the attack, and then quickly grabs Brimstone and German suplexes him sharply over his own head! The fans are on their feet, thinking that surely that the match is over. Wyvern crawls over, and after a few long moments is finally able to put his arm over Brimstone's chest.
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KICKOUT!
The fans are ecstatic at how close the match is, and they applaud as both men slowly begin to rise to their feet. Wyvern is first up, and he quickly knocks Brimstone back down, and then grabs his legs as he attempts the Deus Ex Machina. Brimstone knows the move well, and so he kicks Wyvern away, and then springs up, grabs Wyvern, and then sends him sailing face first into the ground with a complete shot. Brimstone covers again!
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KICKOUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:07:44 GMT -5
Clearly he's frustrated by now, and so he rises, runs at the ropes, and leaps off into the lionsault position. The fans know exactly what's coming next, and as Brimstone's feet land on the mat to complete the Corpse Grinder, he realizes something's wrong...Wyvern's not there. And then Wyvern, with his last ounce of strength, grabs Brimstone from behind and rolls him up, dropping all of his weight on him!
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DING, DING, DING!
The second that the referee's hand hits the mat. Brimstone rises swiftly, confident that the match is still going on...that is, until he hears the announcement.
Philip: Here is your winner...WYYYYVEEEEEERN!
"Trip Like I Do" hits the speakers, and Wyvern instantly rolls out of the ring, not even letting the referee raise his hand in victory. He's studied Brimstone well enough to know what his reaction will be to this loss, and just as he thought, Brimstone begins to angrily yell at the referee the moment that Wyvern disappears backstage. The referee turns around after making his case and exits the ring, leaving Brimstone in it by himself. The fans remain on their feet, applauding his effort, but Brimstone scornfully scowls at them, and then leaves the ring. He knows he'll have another chance sooner than later...but how many chances will it take for him to finally be the victor?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:08:19 GMT -5
Segment: A helping hand (Credit: Rena / AK)
Out in the backstage, it’s rather quiet; it’s as if all the chaos that has gone on tonight has left people drained. One person that’s very true of is Alicia Laureano; patched up, she lies with her feet up on her couch, watching a replay of the last few minutes of her own match; she can’t recall anything after she passed out, and a small tear forms at the corner of her eye as the footage ends with Renix and Nick’s emotionally charged reunion.
The camera pans back slightly, to reveal Charlotte is also in the room.
Charlotte: I think that got just about everyone back here, we had people hugging and everything. Did you always know that Nick would come to his senses?
Alicia shakes his head.
Alicia: No, because you should never kid yourself that you know another person’s mind. All that we see are small parts of the whole… but I always believed that Nick had it in him to understand what real strength is. This isn’t an ending, it’s just a beginning for him… but it’s a positive one nonetheless.
She shifts a little in her seat, and winces at the pain from numerous brusies. As she does this, the door opens up and Rayne hurries in, carrying a stack of pillows, and starts to fuss propping Alicia up.
Rayne: There, you need to be comfortable, you’ve been through god knows what tonight. Are you sure you don’t want me to get the medic to check that cut on your head again? Alicia shakes her head, and winces a second time.
Alicia: I’ve had worse, believe me. I appreciate all this, Rayne, but I’ll be fine.
Rayne rolls her eyes and puts a hand on her hip.
Rayne: Well, if you will insist on staying to watch the end of the show rather than letting me drive us home… you’ve got to take care of yourself, or you won’t be able to enjoy Wednesday properly.
Charlotte looks at Alicia. Alicia opens her mouth, but instead Charlotte beats her to it.
Charlotte: That dress really suits you, Rayne. It goes very well with your skin tone.
Rayne smiles; this little comment seems to make her unduly pleased, and she gives Charlotte a considerably friendlier look than normal.
Rayne: Oh, thankyou! Of course it doesn’t look half so good on me as it did on Alicia, I’ve seen her photographs.
Charlotte raises an eyebrow, and Alicia cuts in.
Alicia: It’s one I used to wear when I was seventeen and in the bloom of youth like Rayne. I have too many bits conspiring with gravity against me, now.
Rayne laughs.
Rayne: Don’t be silly!
Alicia: It’s true… my memory’s not what it is, either. I don’t even recall you telling me about the housewarming party you’re organizing, which is so stupid because I know you must have mentioned it at some point…
She and Rayne look at one another. For a fraction of a second, Rayne flushes, but she quickly covers it up.
Rayne: No, no, oh, who ruined the surprise? I shall be so mad at them!
She shoots a look at Charlotte.
Rayne: As soon as you told me the house was nearly done, I decided I just had to do something to thank you for everything, so I’ve been arranging a big party to celebrate you and Victor moving in. He was so pleased when I emailed him and told him how happy we’d be to have him back with us!
Rayne takes Alicia’s hand.
Rayne: Please don’t be mad, I wanted this to be so wonderful for the two of you…
Alicia looks at Rayne, who seems close to tears. She pats her on the hand.
Alicia: It’s fine, really, I’m incredibly flattered that you’d go to all this trouble. Thank you, Rayne, you’re one in a million.
Rayne beams like the sun, and claps her hands together.
Rayne: Oh, this is going to be so great, I promise it’ll be the best party ever! I’m going to go and check with the doctor one more time that everything’s ok, and then we can watch the rest of the show! Won’t be a second…
Rayne waltzes out of the door; Alicia and Charlotte both breathe a sigh of relief.
Alicia: She’s certainly something, that girl.
Charlotte looks thoughtful. Alicia looks at her; her own voice doesn’t sound quite as if she believes herself. She has something she has to ask.
Alicia: Do you like Rayne, Charlotte?
Charlotte: Do you want an answer or an argument?
Alicia: An answer.
Charlotte sighs.
Charlotte: Not really, no.
Alicia: Why?
Charlotte: Now you want an argument!
Alicia: No! I mean….she works hard.
Charlotte nods, but doesn’t let her eyes leave Alicia’s.
Charlotte: Sure does. Day and night.
Alicia: And she thinks only of me.
Charlotte sees an opening, and takes a chance.
Charlotte: Well let's just say she thinks only about you.
Alicia: what exactly do you mean?
Charlotte: It's like she's studying you like a book or a blueprint. How you eat, act, talk. Everything.
Alicia laughs, but it rings a little false.
Alicia: Now, I’m sure you're just getting ahead of yourself…
Charlotte can see that the seed has sprouted, and decides not to push the matter any more tonight. Alicia’s had enough to deal with.
Charlotte: Yeah, you’re probably right. Listen, I have to go… the pair of you look after yourselves, all right? And I’d better get an invite to this party of yours…
Charlotte lets herself out. Alicia is left to think things over, and the more she does think, the more concerned she becomes…
She consoles herself with the knowledge that she and Victor will be back together full-time soon; Rayne will have no reason to stay, and things can become a bit more normal for them both. Surely, then, everything will be fine…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:10:13 GMT -5
Segment: Final Goodbye (Credit: Leon) The scene opens up with the showing of the ACW fans, patiently waiting for what happens next. Then "Hair of the Dog" by Nazareth blasts over the arena. The crowd has a mixed reaction but it is mostly of cheers, yet there are some boos. Leon Chase then steps out from backstage. He is wearing a black T-Shirt that says "The Chef" in red and white lettering on the front, blue jeans and black boots. As he walks down to the ring, he slaps the hands of a few fans then jumps onto the apron and enters the ring. He goes to all four corners of the ring and raises his arms for the crowd. After which he grabs a microphone.Leon: Hello there ACW fans!The fans cheer.Leon: Now, I got some very bad news for all of you people. I, Leon Chase, your Chef, will be retiring from professional wrestling.The crowd boos.Leon: Yes, I know. This does indeed suck. I really wish that I could wrestle more just my already screwed up knee has gotten a lot worse over the past couple of weeks. I have seen 20 doctors over it and they have all said that I will need surgery and I can never enter the squared-circle again. So every body, take your pictures, video tape this, put it on youtube just so you will remember the Chef one last time. But hey, lets have some fun befo--Leon is cut off by the sound of The Teddybears song "Cobrastyle". Out walks an African-American man, wearing black sunglasses, jeans and a basic ACW T-Shirt. He has black cornrows, some facial hair, and a fairly good build. Most of the fans can tell that he is probably a wrestler. Leon however, looks like he has just seen a ghost. The man continues walking down to the ring and eventually gets into the ring. He grabs a microphone and starts talking. Man: Well, well, well, if it isn't my cousin, Leon Chase. Then again, we really aren't cousins, considering I have none of your dumb ass families blood in me.Leon: What are you doing here--Once again, Leon is cut off by the man.Man: Wait a second here pal. Let me introduce myself alright.....Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Jamie Contra. And I have come with a friend to take over ACW, one step at a time.Leon: What, like an nWo invasion thing, is that your plan? And who is the friend you speak of?All of the sudden, a huge monster of a man slides into the ring behind Leon. He is Caucasian, has some brown hair on his head, and facial hair. He looks close to if not, 500 lbs and probably well over 7 feet tall. He is wearing extra sized jeans and an extra size T-Shir. He holds up a hand that looks to be bigger than Leon's head. Jamie: You want to know who the friend is? Leon nods Then look right behind you.Leon turns around to see the massive hand of the man. He picks Leon up with ease, and chokeslams him right on the ground. Meanwhile Jamie goes to the outside of the ring and grabs two steel chairs and a sledge hammer. He throws all of it back into the ring, before getting in himself. Leon looks to be unconscious as he lays in the middle of the ring. Jamie then picks up Leon's right knee and sets one of the chairs under his knee. Then he places the other on top of his knee. He picks up the sledge hammer and gives it to the man standing next to him. In one fell swoop. BAM! The sledge hammer crashes over the knee of Leon. Leon immediately cries in pain over his completely destroyed knee-cap. Jamie then grabs a microphone again. Jamie: Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention once more please. Allow me to introduce the man standing next to me, Biggs McCoy! And we are the Detroit Demolition Crew!Some of the crowd boos, but most are in shock over what has happened. The camera shows some of the fans with tears in their eyes, covering their mouth, hands over their heads. The Detroit Demolition Crew then raises their arms as "Cobrastyle" plays over the arena then they exit the ring. EMTs rush down to the ring and start setting Leon on the stretcher. The camera shows the fans and Leon before fading out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:11:59 GMT -5
Segment: "Tonight's the Night" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
At one point in everybody's life, they have a chance to do something definitive...something to make themselves known for the first time in their lives. For Rattlesnake, he's been here numerous times in the past, but this was the first time for him since joining ACW.
He's been the International Champion and faced some of the best that division has ever had to offer. But like every very few people, he's been able to move on to something better. Tonight he actually has a chance to secure the one title everyone chases after...the one title everyone practically craves. The title that defines your very existence wherever you go.
The ACW World Championship.
Sure it was his first match for that title, but the odds weren't against him technically. He was favored by a lot of the marks. Everyone has been saying that he'd be the one to upset Chance Emmerson. Perhaps they're right. But you have to also consider that they could be wrong.
Such a thought is dangerous though. It leaves room for self-doubt. The chance that he couldn't beat Chance? He made sure this thought never crossed his mind.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night we've all been waiting for. Bloody Valentine...the final event before I cross the one-year mark in ACW. What better way to finish off this first year than with the World Championship in my possession. Everyone has come to see me beat Chance in the middle of that ring.
The camera shifts to Rattlesnake. His forehead is bandaged from being busted open by his own weapon of choice, the Snakequalizer, on the previous Warfare. He ponts to his forehead.
Rattlesnake: You see this Chance? You see what you did? You remember what I was doing afterwards?
In case you were living in a cave on Mars...with your eyes closed and your fngers in your ears, here's the Cliff's Notes version. Rattlesnake grabbed the Snakequalizer after the match, tried to attack Chance and missed, the weapon hit the ground and Chance picked it up. Chance clobbered Rattlesnake across the forehead and then left the ring. Rattlesnake sat up, touched some of the blood on his forehead and just laughed.
Everyone caught up now? Good.
Rattlesnake: You busted me open pretty good. But I was laughing at the whole thing. Care to know why? You helped remind me of what it's like to have my blood spilt. You reminded me of the feel of barbed wire grinding against my forehead, even if for a split-second. And you know what? It felt good. It felt like I was finally a part of ACW. I was smearing my mark all over the ring that night and I'll do it again tonight...just as you will.
He was fired up. Then again...when was he not? Normally he would have been extremely irate at the simple fact that Chance has taken possession of his property and used it on him.
But that wasn't the case. He was overjoyed. But not because of that...he was overjoyed because of something else.
Rattlesnake: But I bet you're wondering why it'll happen to you too Chance. You're probably sitting around, telling your "queen" about how it felt to see me laughing in the ring...how unsure of yourself at what you had done. You could tell her about any other time in your life that means absolutely jack shit for all I care. But tonight...tonight is going to be very interesting.
He grinned. His trademark grin always seems to show up when he was about to drop a bomb on anyone. This time, it was going to drop on Chance once again. The only difference is that this time, it might not be much of a bombshell.
Rattlesnake: I just wanted to let you know that in the Bloody Valentine Main Event, we're going to see a lot of blood spilled. We're going to see pain and suffering like never before. We're going to see things that no one would ever dream possible. And we're going to do it a little differently. I won't spoil the surprise by telling you...so I'll just show you. Here's the contract for our match. It got revised today under permission from Chairman Gingerdude.
The camera focuses in on the contract in Rattlesnake's hand and it states "ACW World Championship...Chance Emmerson vs. Rattlesnake." Nothing out of the ordinary until the camera moves down a little ways.
"No Disqualification" appears in big, bold text.
Rattlesnake: You see Chance...when you hit me on Warfare and busted me open, I got a tremendous idea. I threw it Ginger's way and he couldn't resist. He said it would be good business to go through with it...and so we are.
He laughs, feeling extremely confident about tonight.
Rattlesnake: Tonight, it's No Disqualification. Anything can and probably will happen. But one thing's for sure...tonight will not be for the weak. Anyone that can't deal with extreme violence should just turn away right now. If you've ever wanted to see what a pissed off snake will do, you'll get your chance tonight. See you soon.
Rattlesnake smirks as the scene fades to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:12:31 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW World Title Match Chance “Tiger VII” vs. Rattlesnake Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a No Disqualification Match for the ACW Heavyweight Championship... The main event is upon us and the crowd couldn't be any more pumped up to see the two behemoths go at it.Phillip: ...coming to the ring, weighing in at 287lbs, from Orlando, Florida, being accompanied by Senator Steve Philips, he is the Emperor of the Ring 2006, Rattlesnake! "Blind" by Silverchair sounds throughout the arena and the crowd gives a huge positive reaction to the six foot eight behemoth who won the Emperor of the Ring just a few short months ago. He doesn't acknowledge the fans ringside, or in the crowd holding up Rattlesnake signs but he knows full well what he plans to accomplish. Rattlesnake hops up on the apron and steps over the top rope inside the ring before hoping up on the middle turnbuckle to pose for the fans before hopping down and returning back to his focused mindstate, giving the Senator just a brief nod. Tonight he plans to accomplish what no other person has been able to do in the past three months, take the championship off of Chance Emmerson...Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 295lbs, from Tokyo, Japan, accompanied by Umeko Saito - he is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Chance Emmerson! “This Velvet Glove” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers bursts into life and first Umeko steps through the curtain before being followed by the near 7 foot behemoth, Chance Emmerson. His eyes aren't taken off the Vision of Greatness standing in the ring - and Rattlesnake's eyes to lock off Emmerson's for a second. In the hand of Umeko, she holds onto the ACW World Title - gently stroking it in front of Rattlesnake before ascending the steps and entering the ring. Chance hops up on the apron and steps over the top rope similar to Rattlesnake, and continues to attempt to penetrate him with his evil, cold, stare. RAF asks for the championship from Umeko, and she gives it to him and he holds it up in the air - signaling it is for the title but Rattlesnake grabs it. Chance quickly begins to advance towards Rattlesnake, but Umeko calls him back and allows Rattlesnake to have a glimpse at the title. Knowing full well it will be the only opportunity he gets to look at it.
Rattlesnake hands it back to RAF and RAF gives it to the timekeeper before signaling for the bell.As the bell sounds for the match, the two behemoths of ACW waste no time butting heads in the center of the ring. This match has been brewing for a long time and both Chance and Rattlesnake are as anxious to get their hands on each other as the fans are to watch them. Rattlesnake makes the first strike of the match with a huge slap across of the face of the champion, both disrespecting and infuriating him to no end - leaving some to question his motive behind that. Chance turns his head back towards Rattlesnake’s and bursts at him with a clothesline, but Rattlesnake quickly ducks under it and waits for the champion to turn around. Indeed Chance does, with Rattlesnake as the only thing on his mind but he is quickly sent down to the mat with a Fireman's Carry. Rattlesnake hops back up to his feet and Chance Emmerson rises back up and charges at Rattlesnake again, but this time Rattlesnake knees him in the solar plexus and grabs him with a headlock before taking him down to the mat. Chance slaps the mat in frustration as Rattlesnake pins his shoulders down to the ground, but before RAF can even drop down to his knees Chance picks himself up with Rattlesnake still on. Chance backs up and uses the ropes to help push Rattlesnake off of him, sending the challenger off the opposite ropes. Rattlesnake comes back and Chance looks to take him down with a Shoulder Block but Rattlesnake doesn't even budge. Chance is taken by surprise at this, looking up and down at Rattlesnake who is simply smiling at him and Chance bounces off the ropes to go for a shoulder tackle but he is caught by Rattlesnake who hoists him over his head in a Gorilla Press position. Rattlesnake walks around a bit with Chance hoisted in the air, and even Umeko seems to be taken aback by this display of strength. Rattlesnake tosses Chance forward right on his ass, and now Chance clutches his lower back in pain before rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope. As he reaches the outside, Chance begins to throw a tantrum - tearing the protection of the ring barrier and kicking the steel steps. Umeko wastes no time running over and attending to her Tiger, telling him to calm down, all the time being watched by the Senator who keeps his skilled eye on the situation. Rattlesnake walks up towards the ropes and he sits down on the middle rope, inviting Chance to get back in the ring and the blood pressure of Chance must be skyrocketing at this moment. Chance bursts past Umeko and slides back in the ring, to be met by a flurry of forearms and stomps by the challenger Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake now picks up Chance and whips him into the ropes, but Chance counters and sends the Emperor of the Ring into the ropes before crushing him with a Sidewalk Slam in the center of the ring. Already tired of the games, Chance quickly pounces on Rattlesnake and uses both hands to choke him in the mat. The face of Rattlesnake begins to turn a bright red as RAF watches, unable to count due to the stipulation. Chance finally releases the hold after about 10 seconds, and now he picks up Rattlesnake and tosses him into the corner before delivering some violent elbows to the side of Rattlesnake's head. Rattlesnake is knocked for a loop and now Chance whips his opponent across the ring before charging at him with an amazing speed and connecting with a move he dubs 'Feeding Frenzy'. Edison: BLAOW! What a running double knee strike to the face of the Emperor of the Ring. McNally: A few more attacks like that, and Chance is going to end this one early.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:13:16 GMT -5
Rattlesnake slumps down in the corner with his eyes glazed over, and now Chance bounces off the ropes before connecting with a huge facewash to the jaw of Rattlesnake that sends him dropping through the ropes and out the ring. Rattlesnake absolutely has no idea where he is at at the moment, and that's exactly how Chance and Umeko want it. Chance steps over the top rope to the outside and stalks Rattlesnake from behind as he gets up; the Senator calls a warning and Rattlesnake tries to react, but Chance is quicker and whips him hard into the barricade - shifting it a few inches back. Chance walks a bit backwards to get some distance before slapping his knee, signalling for something big. Umeko cheers on her monster from ringside and orders him to break his jaw, and he runs at Rattlesnake full speed - who is still leaning on the barricade. Before Chance can kick his head off, Rattlesnake manages to dive out the way of the freight train - but luckily for Chance he jumps up on the barricade in the process. Chance balances for a second before Rattlesnake grabs one of his legs, and pulls it from under him - dropping him groin first on the barricade to a large "Ooooooh" from the crowd.
McNally: Nice trip, see you next fall!
Edison: Tiger isn't going to be having any little cubs anytime soon, I'll tell you that.
Rattlesnake measures the champion, taking his time with countouts not being and issue, before delivering a huge Yakuza Kick square to the chest of Chance while he was still on the barricade. Chance falls over on the side of the fans, and now Rattlesnake takes a trip over the barricade himself to further dish out some punishment to the champion with several punches to the jaw. Rattlesnake tosses Chance back over the barricade to the ringside area, before grabbing him and throwing him back in the ring.
Chance slowly begins to get to his feet, and Rattlesnake is there to meet him with a few more earth shattering haymakers to his skull which knock him for a loop right back into the corner. Rattlesnake grabs the arm of Chance and whips him across the ring before looking for a clothesline to decapitate the World Champion. Chance luckily gets his feet up and Rattlesnake runs square into it, knocking him back a few feet. Chance pushes himself up to the middle turnbuckle following the move, a place where he doesn't regularly go, and he connects with a huge Diving Spinning Wheel Kick to the skull of Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake drops down like a sack of bricks and Chance makes his first cover of the match.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Rattlesnake gets his shoulder up right before the three and Chance wastes no time with the referee as other heels would do, and he simply goes back to work on his foe. Chance picks up Rattlesnake before taking him back down with a Snapmare and connecting with an absolutely deadly kick to the spine. Rattlesnake cringes and now Chance bounces off the ropes and connects with a huge Mr. Perfect like Snapping Neckbreaker. Umeko on the outside applauds Chance and demands that he go for the pin, he obliges.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
Umeko smacks the mat in frustration, shouting orders at Chance and now Chance picks up Rattlesnake but Rattlesnakes comes at him with a hefty punch to the abdomen. Chance stumbles back a bit, but goes back to work on Rattlesnake but he is once again the victim of a punch to the abdomen. Chance holds his gut in pain and now Rattlesnake rises up on his own accord and begins taking it to the champion.
McNally: Rattlesnake seems to have caught his second wind in this match.
Edison: Yeah, well Chance is about to knock the wind right out of him in a few seconds, just watch.
Rattlesnake continues to connect with a barrage of punches as Umeko continues to scream at Chance in disapproval of him not firing back. Chance looks absolutely helpless at this moment as Rattlesnake bounces off the ropes to hit another move, but Chance derails him with his deadly 'Strive VII". Rattesnake faces the full power of that kick, but Chance is slow to cover after the assault faced in the match already. Chance stumbles back on the ropes, but once again Umeko gets in his ear and demands him to make the cover and he manages to muster up enough energy to drop himself on the Emperor of the Ring.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:14:01 GMT -5
The Senator slaps both hands on the mat, triggering a reaction from Snake at the critical time. Umeko's is absolutely livid on the outside, as she cannot accept that her Tiger has not put away the challenger who she felt wasn't much "deserving" of the spot in the first place. Umeko runs to the timekeeper, who has the ACW Heavyweight Championship in hand and grabs it from him before tossing it by the ropes. Umeko races back to the other side of the ring and hops up on the apron, to distract RAF; technically she has no need to, but it seems old habits die hard. Chance rises up and grabs the belt by the ropes and stalks Rattlesnake from behind as he rises up. The Senator isn’t about to just stand there and let this happen, and signals to Snake; Rattlesnake turns around, and sees a chunk of gold coming his way but he ducks under it. Rattlesnake grabs the waist of Chance and delivers a huge German Suplex to the champion, and the belt flies right out of his hand and out the ring. With the hands clasped, Rattlesnake rises up and delivers another German Suplex to the champion as Umeko drops off the apron and can be heard shrieking on the outside. 30 seconds later, Chance has to be German Suplex drunk as he is the recipient of his 10th - count'em, TEN - German Suplexes.
Edison: TEN! TEN GERMAN SUPLEXES!
McNally: How does Chance plan to survive that onslaught? It must have taken a lot out of him, but then again it must have taken quite a bit out of Rattlesnake to do that himself.
And it has, both Rattlesnake and Chance are laid out in the center of the ring - motionless and the crowd can be heard willing on the former International Champion Rattlesnake. Slowly Rattlensnake begins to get to his feet, and so does Chance. Rattlesnake stumbles back in the corner, and Chance attempts to shake off the effects of the ten Germans and sprints towards Rattlesnake to attempt another Feeding Frenzy but Rattlesnake side steps the move and Chance goes soaring over the top rope to the outside. Rattlesnake drops down to one knee, to catch his breath once again and Umeko runs over to her Tiger and begins yelling at him to get up. Chance eventually does and he stares at Umeko, shouting at him to get up but he is slow to do it. Rattlesnake bounces off the ropes and delivers a baseball slide into Chance, knocking him back right into Umeko. The crowd erupts in cheers following this, and Chance tries to revive Umeko after what he has done but Rattlesnake meets him on the outside and starts clobbering him with sets of rights and lefts. Rattlesnake smashes Chance's head into the announce table before throwing off the protection and the monitors.
McNally: If I know what Rattlesnake has planned, I think we better head for the hills.
Edison: I'm WAAAAAY ahead of you partner.
Rattlesnake picks up Chance and throws his head between his legs before looking for a Powerbomb, but Chance attempts to block it by getting down on one knee. Rattlesnake follows up with a few more forearms to the back, and tries to lift Chance again but to no use - he's too heavy. Rattlesnake drops Chance and goes to pick up the championship flung out of the ring earlier and looks to strike the champion, but RAF slides out of the ring and grabs the belt. Rattlesnake attempts to pull the belt back, but RAF has a good grip on it and eventually Rattlesnake lets go and RAF goes tumbling backwards on the ground. The Emperor of the Ring turns around and Chance throws a chair at Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake catches the chair, and suddenly - THWACK! - a huge Strike VII into the chair - right into Rattlesnake's face.
Chance picks up the challenger and tosses him in the ring, before telling the ref to enter the ring. Chance rolls inside shortly after and hooks both legs of Rattlesnake as RAF checks his shoulders and begins to count.
ONE . . TWO . . THR- KICK OUT!
A huge eruption of cheers from the crowd follows this, and Chance is absolutely livid. He slams his fists against the mat, kicks the ropes and threatens RAF. Chance turns back towards Rattlesnake, who is bleeding from his forehead, and picks him up before resting him on the ropes and delivering a flurry of punches and kicks his way. Rattlesnake is too worn out to defend himself, so he finds himself taking the shots head on - but RAF pulls Chance off of him, unwilling to allow such a blatantly dangerous action even in a no DQ match. As Chance has the referee's attention, Umeko - out of nowhere - hops up on the apron and low blows Rattlesnake from on the apron before hopping back down. Rattlesnake clutches his groin in pain and Chance grabs Rattlesnake's head and shoves it between his legs before hoisting him up for Tiger's Heaven. Exhausted and all, Chance manages to get Rattlesnake up on his shoulders in an impressive show of strength and he drives him into the mat to deliver the Tiger's Heaven expertly. Rattlesnake rolls towards the edge of the ring and Chance drops on him before making the cover, and the end is near.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-
Rattlesnake’s foot ends up on the bottom rope, largely due to the Senator’s intervention, and Chance thinks he has the match won. In his mind he heard the three come down, but he has yet to realize it isn't true. Chance rises up and holds his arms up in triumph, but the referee pulls his arms down and tells him that his opponent’s leg was on the ropes. Chance, absolutely fed up with this, backs up and takes the head off RAF with a huge boot to the skull. RAF flips backwards in the air due to the impact and lays motionless on the mat as Umeko hobbles over and grabs the Sledgehammer before sliding it into the ring. Chance picks up the Sledgehammer and something vicious is definitely in mind. Rattlesnake slowly begins to climb to his feet, not knowing of anything behind him, and as he turns around - Chance comes at him full speed with the Sledgehammer. Rattlesnake sees the Senator leap on to the apron, whips around to see Chance coming and hoists him up on his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry, and Chance drops the sledgehammer. Umeko hops up on the apron and rolls into the ring before coming at Rattlesnake, hoping to take him off a vertical base - but Rattlesnake winds up and uses the legs of Chance to swing right in Umeko's face.
McNally: AND SHE'S OUTTA HERE!
Edison: Snake seems to be winding up for the Snakebite! And he hits it!
Chance flops over on his back and Rattlesnake covers the champion as the crowd can count the three, but there is no referee up to make the count. Suddenly, Carter Donovan - ACW's newest referee - sprints down to the ring and begins to make the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE- KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:15:40 GMT -5
Chance manages to get his shoulder up and Rattlesnake is just as surprised as Chance was, when he broke out of the pin after Chance's finishing maneuver. Rattlesnake rises up to a vertical base and now in a fit of rage, he decks Carter Donovan and another referee is taken out of this match. Snake, bloody and all, steps out of the ring and looks for his Snakequalizer and he finds it. Rattlesnake rolls back in the ring, looking to use it but as Chance gets up - he sends a fireball Rattlesnake's way and it hits. Rattlesnake drops his Snakequalizer and clutches his eyes, blinded and quickly Chance bounces off the ropes and delivers a High Knee to the Emperor of the ring, continuing on to knock the Senator off of the apron at the same time. Rattlesnake is knocked for a loop and Chance wastes no time scooping him up for Tiger's Heaven and he hits it.
Edison: THE SECOND TIGER'S HEAVEN IN THIS MATCH! DAAAAAANNNGERROUUS!!
McNally: But there's no referee to make the count!
Chance grabs Carter Donovan and pulls him towards the scene before covering Rattlesnake and slowly, the referee makes the count.
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . . THREE!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL ACW Heavyweight Champion, Chance Emmerson!
The fans are in uproar as the match ends; Donovan hands the title belt to Umeko as Chance rolls out of the ring looking fatigued but with the warmth of victory to carry him those last few steps backstage. In the ring, the Senator kneels next to Rattlesnake; his first concern is for his stablemate, not for the outcome of the match. But the crowd is certain that this is not the end of the story, and a chant of “RATT-LE-SNAKE!” defiantly starts up in some quarters.
Chance has prevailed again, and as much as the crowd dislikes the thought, it seems that Umeko may have been right… is there anyone who can dethrone her Tiger?
The show comes to an end, and full of surprises it has been indeed. But the biggest one of all happens when all the fans have gone home, and no cameras are around to witness the last twist in the tale…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 24, 2007 16:16:05 GMT -5
Several hours after the show.
He's been to the EMTs, he's taken the Norman Bates shower that many wrestlers both loathe and love at once, and with a pair of butterfly stitches in his face on the cheekbone and jawline and a sparse handful of stitches high on his forehead. It hurts to blink. His back and front aren't faring much better, with patches of gauze here and there.
The good thing about barbed wire is that it really doesn't leave deep wounds, just a lot of little punctures and slices that heal quickly and leave little scarring at all.
Sufficed to say, his voice is a little scratchy and so is the rest of him. He is in the middle of packing his bag, having another booking for another promotion a hundred or so miles away that he'll get driving to in the morning and arrive at in enough time to get set for the show. He is wearing a simple black button-down shirt and black pants, never really feeling too comfortable in a tee shirt and the like.
As he's packing, the door behind him begins to slowly open. At first, he's completely oblivious to the petite figure that slinks through the door with the swagger of a conqueror. One cannot blame Starkweather for not noticing at first. After all, he's been through hell tonight and even a man with his mental acumen can't be completely alert constantly.
So, with obviously little fanfare, Umeko Saito steps into the light. For just a second, she looks tired and worn. The confidence in which she entered the room dies down when she realizes that her host hasn't the slightest clue she's even entered the room. In this time, we get to see a bit of the Umeko that lies under the mask she tends to put on. However, she allows us only a very brief glimpse. As Starkweather begins to stir...the tired frown is replaced by a devilish smirk. Her defiant posture returns as quickly as it left. She absentmindedly straightens her skirt very quickly; all while methodically unbuttoning her jacket with her freehand. The temperature in the room is rising...
Umeko: I don't know if you've heard the news or not...but my Tiger is still the undisputed World Champion. Doesn't that just make you giddy, Doctor?
Stark: Hm?
Turning, he views her with eyes that can only be called tired. The typical glint isn't in them, only that hardness, he's not in the mood for games and his posture is evidence enough of that fact. He swivels on the ball of his foot toward her and nods, crossing his arms over his chest with a nearly visible grimace. His arms feel like warm, droopy lead.
Stark: Yes, I was able to see that match as I was getting these lovely stitches in my forehead. Congratulations are in order for, well... Him. You too, I suppose, seeing as you always have some influence on his wins or losses. Giddy isn't a word I'd use... Ever... But your point is taken nonetheless.
That simple, honest answer causes Umeko to scrunch up her nose in confusion. Then, seeing an opening, her familiar smirk returns. She doesn't move right away. Instead, she takes off the rest of her business coat and tosses it on a nearby chair. It's not exactly a coat hanger, but it'll do for now.
Umeko: You mean you aren't the least bit...jealous?
An inward sigh. She sees an opening an attacks it like some sort of annoying thing with teeth. Ugh, he can't even think of suitable belittling similes anymore. He needs sleep.
Stark: Jealous? Of him? I'm not sure why. He beats someone more often than they beat him, and has a natural acumen for winning in high-pressure situations. It's a quality he has that he seems to get from you. Why, what do you mean?
Her first response is to lazily let down her hair. It's a swift, simple movement. She's had a long day, and she doesn't feel like restraining herself any longer. Her ravanesque hair normally has quite the bewitching effect, but it's completely meaningless at the moment. Stark's voice is a step above irritated...and she's moving in further. She's trying to be the manipulator.
Umeko: He beat Rattlesnake, who I recall is somebody you've lost too on a number of different occasions. In fact, I seem to recall you hinting to the fact that you consider him your chief rival. You've never been able to garner a win over him. My Tiger has. What I'm trying to say, Doctor, is that...compared to my Tiger...you're an utter fai--
Stark: Failure?
It's practically spat out. Yes, she's managed to get under his skin... But she's in her moment of triumph forgotten what exactly he's like when he's angry.
Stark: Compared to your "tiger," I am anything but. I beat a man that challenged your "tiger" for that very title, I kept him on a string like a marionette for months just because I wanted to. I am an intellectual, while he is nothing more than a slavering throwback to the dark ages. He should be swinging an axe into someone's face on a battlefield and kneeling to a man like me out of fear of what angering him would do. So be more careful about who exactly you use that word in reference to in the future before I make sure that it's Emmerson, not Satoshi, who retires.
He visibly restrains himself after the last sentence escapes him, going as far as to take a step forward before he realizes it and retains his position. The threat in his eyes is all to real, and she above anyone should know he has no moral objection to acting on it. She knows this...and this knowledge does not stop her from losing her temper almost instantly. Her face is a dark read as she takes a few aggressive moves in Starkweather's direction.
Umeko: You think you scare me...you think you can threaten my property...you think you can threaten me? You bastard! I'm sick of you!
In a moment that causes time to stand still...she slaps him across the face...hard. It's a quick, stinging slap that sounds a lot worse than it probably is. Umeko's eyes fill with regret right after impact...especially once she witnesses the look on Starkweather's face. It was a decision that she fears she'll regret rather quickly.
That look, one more than a few people have seen before he did something that could be considered a felony outside of the ring, tones itself down. Of course, his jaw looks tense enough to be able to crack a walnut. He speaks through rather tightly clenched teeth as the bright pink mark of her hand throbs into a deeper shade of red, turning his head down slightly to look her square in the eye.
Stark: Never... Strike me... Again.
The look in his eyes. The defiance...the anger...the raw emotion... Umeko finds that, strangely enough, she can't avert her gaze from his deep brown eyes. In fact, all the breath in her little body seems to leave her for just a second.
Umeko: I--
She knows what she wants to say, but no words will come out. She's shaking...literally shaking. There's an awkward moment of silence as she stares deeply into his eyes...and finds that his eyes stare back just as fiercely. He's so prideful...so strong...so intelligent... She realizes, all too late, that he's also quite addictive. In many ways, he feels the same way she does. She's remarkably intelligent, she's driven, she's quick on her feet and never able to let something as trivial as a heinous attack or kidnapping get her off her game. He'll never admit that he's missed her presence in his house, any presence in his house that isn't he or his dog, especially a feminine one. And the look in her eyes mirrors his own, their gaze simultaneously becoming almost inquisitive. They've both entertained a very animalistic notion, in passing, numerous times in the past few months. Yet...never have the stars aligned in the manner they have on this night. The mutual triumph...the mutual frustration...the mutual admiration...it all reaches its climax.
They kiss.
No flowery words do the moment justice. It's slow at first as they're both not very sure of...well...anything. It just seems like the most natural thing in the entire world. All awkwardness fades, and they both start to enjoy the moment. They share a kind of passion that's hard to accurately describe. Their hands move everywhere quickly as their lips continue to speak in a pure language all their own. Various articles of clothing are thrown aside with little care. Just as Umeko's about to be seen in her complete glory, she pulls away... Starkweather, already bare-chested himself, looks as confused as she feels.
Umeko:--I hate you.
Then, they intertwine again with the same raw lust as before. The kissing...the touching...the undressing... It's all one unorganized, chaotic, and even beautiful mess. Starkweather, in a swift motion, succeeds in unhooking her indigo bra and pulling her in close in the blink of an eye. So fast that one could never say that she was even exposed. She purrs and seductively runs her dainty hands down the length of his spine. The faintest ghost of a smile plays over his lips.
Stark: I know.
With that they sink into the couch together, the exploration beginning in earnest, he realizing offhandedly that he'll probably be late to his show tomorrow…
End of Show.
OOC: Final segment is credited to Stark and Shawn.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 24, 2007 16:17:56 GMT -5
Holy shit. Awesome ending to an awesome show. lol @ the use of the OH NOES kid. EDIT: Thanks for an awesome feud, TK.
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Post by Jake on Feb 24, 2007 16:19:16 GMT -5
Great show. I guess Stark wins 'Hunter Of The Night' award for all his twists.
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