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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:16:00 GMT -5
Segment: "A Declaration" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The arena lights fade out for a moment. "Don't Fear the Reaper, Fear the Rattler" echoes through the arena followed "Blind" by Silverchair. A green spotlight shines on the top of the entrance ramp where Rattlesnake stands. His face is stained with blood from the incident earlier with the mirror. Instead of walking to the ring, like he would normally do, he stays on the stage.
With a wave of his finger, the arena lights come back on and the spotlight shuts off. Rattlesnake paces on the stage for a second while the crowd begins to get restless.
Rattlesnake: It's finally Genocide. I had my first ACW Pay-Per-View match at this event one year ago. I walked in undefeated and I walked out undefeated. A lot of happened since then. I've gone on to defeat some of the top names in that very ring and, in the process, become one myself.
Rattlesnake laughs for a moment. The sheer thought of comparing himself to some of the ACW greats didn't sit well with a lot of the fans as they let him know what they felt. A surge of boos just seemed to hit Rattlesnake all at once.
Rattlesnake: I see you feel the same way. It doesn't surprise me.
It kind of did actually. He knew he could be compared to any of the ACW greats to ever stand in that ring, but he did wonder why the fans didn't feel that way. After all, despite not caring about them, he always fought to the best of his ability and that was something he knew they all admired.
Rattlesnake: Now I know what you're going to say. I don't have a match tonight...so why am I out here? The answer to that is very simple. I seem to remember the big event that follows Genocide. I seem to have that on my mind right now. You all know what it is. Fallen Heroes.
Some of the fans get fired up. Everyone loves an Over-the-Top Battle Royale as much as the next person. ACW's spectacular event would be coming up soon too.
Rattlesnake: What you may not remember is that last year I came close to winning that Battle Royale. In only my first two full months in ACW, I managed to make it to the final four. If I could do that last year, just think about this year. Just imagine what it would be like to see yours truly win that Battle Royale. Just think about how things would go from there. The World Championship match at Omega Effect III...Rattlesnake vs. the World Champion. Think of how popular that match would be.
Rattlesnake paused for a moment to allow that all to sink in. He grinned and then continues.
Rattlesnake: Now you see how that looks, right?
The crowd shows their distaste with a lot of boos.
Rattlesnake: You can't, can you?
He shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: I didn't think so. But not to worry. You don't have to try and imagine that at all. And the reason is that it'll all become a reality starting next month.
A few Rattlesnake marks start to cheer him on while the rest of the crowd seems to have a mixed reaction. Some of them like the idea and most of them don't.
Rattlesnake: I'm making my declaration here and now. I hereby check myself into the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and after 29 others find themselves outside the ring, I will be the last one standing. I'll take my rightful place in the World Championship match at Omega Effect III and by god I'll take what should have been mine at Bloody Valentine...the World Championship.
But for now, I'll leave you all with that. I'm done with this place tonight. Your brush with greatness has come to it's end.
Rattlesnake grins as he walks backwards and leaves the stage area as the segment fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:16:58 GMT -5
Segment: MA BEBE SHOWER (Credit: BK/Jake)
As we return from a commercial hyping up Fallen Heroes next month, with its special location that will be revealed in the coming weeks, we return to the locker room of Top Draw in which there are plenty of wrapping paper and bags around. We cut to the end of the table with a very disappointed BK sitting at the end of the table. Jake stands next to him, as he passes down the next present but not before looking at the sender.
Jake: ...and let's see who this is from...
Jake winces to further read the name on the card.
Jake: Ah, from your former pupil Daniel Ness from Fallout..that was nice.
Jake places it in front of BK, who doesn't look too thrilled about this whole baby shower thrown by Jake in general. He rips open the package and sees a stuffed monkey with another card written on it.
Jake: Well...read it..
BK: "To BK, from your former mentor and current rival: Since I know you'll be on the road, your child won't be able to see you that much anymore - so as a gift from me, I brought the baby a stuffed animal of you. Hope you enjoy it."....
He looks up at Jake, and Jake just looks back at him nervously.
Jake: Well I mean, that looks nothing like you..the...the ears are all wrong and...umm -
BK: Are we done here yet?
Jake: Just one more...from....Wyldcard?
BK: Wylcard? What the hell could they possibly get?
Jake: Well are you going to open it?
BK: ...might as well, couldn't be worst than all these half assed presents from the roster.
He rips open the package and pulls out two replica Wyldcard titles, before looking at the small letter inside the box as well.
BK: "From Wyldcard: Just reminding you and all the future Londons that come out, who the real tag team champions are. See you tonight."
BK crushes the paper in a rage before flipping over the table with the presents on it and storming out of the room, he can't be too happy with this baby shower or what Wyldcard has pulled - but he knows for sure that he gets his chance at revenge in the tables match tonight.
Jake stands by and looks over at all the guests before saying one thing.
Jake: Well I think that went pretty well, how about you?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:17:27 GMT -5
Match 5: ACW Light-Heavyweight Title - No-DQ Match Victor "Latino" Laureano vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Michael) ] OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!The beats of War's "Lowrider" begins to play as the lights dim down and a spotlight shines at the entrance. The crowd stands up and starts to boo the former World Champion.All my friends know the lowrider The lowrider is a little higherLatino walks through the curtains and looks around with a smirk on his face as he slaps his chest slowly and with much ferocity. Latino walks down the entranceway occasionally looking left and right at the fans in the front row. Some hold out hands while others yell out word that cannot be heard on television.Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship. Now making his way to the ring, he is the challenger...from New York, New York...weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds...VICTOR...“LATINO”...LAUREANOOOOOOOO! Maxwell McNally: Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison here, welcoming you back to Genocide. As expected the action has come fast and strong, and do not expect it to let up the slightest bit, especially when two fast-paced high fliers like Latino and Kudo Yasuda take to the ring. Eddie Edison: There’s gonna be some images flashing across your screen at breakneck speeds, folks, so get that TiVo ready, you’re gonna wanna watch this in slow motion somewhere down the line. He then jumps on the ring apron and holds up an arm, garnering another round of boos from the crowd as he slips inside the ring. He raises his arms high into the air as more boos rain down upon him.The mellow guitar intro to “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi resounds harmoniously throughout the arena while the arena lights dim and suddenly flash periodically.Itsu made mo shinjite-itai Saigo made omoi-tsudzuketai Jibun wa ikiru imi ga aru hazu toThe lights slowly come back on to reveal Kudo Yasuda standing triumphantly atop the entry ramp. He begins to vigorously pump his fist into the air while the crowd goes wild with boos even more fervent than those previously directed at Latino.Sameta me de waraikakete'ru Tamashii wo okasareta yatsu Namida wo nagasu itami wa aru no kai?Kudo makes his way to the ring while shaking his head furiously. He haughtily strokes the championship belt draped elegantly over his shoulder all along the way.Phillip: And his opponent...from Kyoto, Japan...weighing in at two hundred pounds...he is the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...“MISTER K.O.”...KUDO...YAAAAAAASUUUUDAAAAAAAAA! McNally: Going into this match, I’ve asserted that this will be a match of two men with great egos but even greater wills. Both men take tremendous pride in their ability to push their own limits, both physical and mental, and we’re gonna have a hell of a time watching it now. Iitai koto mo ienai konna yo no naka ja Poison Ore wa ore wo damasu koto naku ikite-yuku Oh OhKudo hops onto the apron and enters the ring. He thrusts the belt into the air one more time before handing it over to Keiji Makabe. Makabe holds the belt up to indicate the stakes of this match and calls for the bell.DING, DING, DING!Kudo stays at his corner and hops on his feet a few times to loosen his step while Latino cracks his knuckles and neck to adequately loosen up. Immediately after they’ve made their last minute preparations, the two charge in for a tie-up. Latino quickly tosses Kudo’s arms away, leaving his midsection open for a toe kick. Kudo doesn’t seem to be phased, though, and strikes back with a forearm strike. Latino returns the favor with a trademark fierce right hand punch. This blow stuns Kudo long enough for Latino to back him up against the ropes and whip him across. Latino bounces off the ropes opposite Kudo and as Kudo bounces back to the center of the ring, Latino greets him with a running dropkick. Kudo pushes back to his feet, only to get shoved into the ropes again and whipped to the opposite ropes once more. Latino winds up to deck Kudo with another punch, but upon hitting the ropes, Kudo grabs hold of the top rope to stop his momentum and slithers out of the ring under the bottom rope. Latino immediately follows him and continues his assault with a clubbing forearm across Kudo’s back. Latino then whips Kudo straight into the barricade! Latino rips off the top covering of the announce table and makes his way to Kudo. He takes Kudo back to the table and rams his face straight down into it. Latino tries to grab hold of Kudo to repeat the procedure, but Kudo rips a mini-monitor from the table and decks Latino across the face! Latino flops to the mats like a poorly built soufflé. Kudo walks over to the timekeeper and swipes the bell away from him.Edison: It’s always DAAAAAANGEROOOOOUS when weapons come into play! He slides the bell into the ring, sending Latino in soon afterward. Kudo slides in and grabs hold of the weapon. Once Latino has gotten to his feet, Kudo swings the bell to practically behead Latino! As Latino lies in a dark daze, Kudo mounts the middle rope and poses exultantly to the less than appreciative audience. Latino pushes himself to all fours, and Kudo slaps him across the head. Kudo pulls Latino to his feet and sets him up for a suplex, but before he can lift Latino up, Latino hooks his leg around Kudo’s to block the attempt. Latino then gains enough of a second wind to take Kudo over in a suplex!McNally: And it would certainly seem that Kudo’s excessive premature celebration has cost him now. Latino raises Kudo to his feet and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Kudo counters. As Latino approaches the ropes, he slides underneath the bottom rope to exit the ring. Kudo follows him, but Latino immediately slides back into the ring! Kudo vents his frustration in the form of a stiff toe kick into the barricade as Latino chuckles in the ring. Kudo hops onto the apron and tries to enter the ring again, but Latino hits Kudo with a toe kick as he’s pulling himself in between the top and middle ropes. With Kudo sufficiently stunned, Latino takes Kudo back to the center of the ring and plants him with a snapmare, following up with a dropkick to Kudo’s back immediately afterward. Latino follows up by locking in a grounded sleeper hold. Kudo writhes around feebly as Latino chokes the life out of him. Latino rises to his feet, dragging Kudo along with him, and shifts the hold into a side headlock. Latino releases Kudo to club him across the back of his head with a forearm. Latino tries to whip Kudo into the ropes, but Kudo continues to hold onto Latino’s hand and steps underneath Latino’s arm. Kudo pulls Latino back toward himself and catches him in a front facelock before falling backward to plant him in a DDT! Kudo then unwraps the tape around his wrists and proceeds to choke Latino with it!McNally: It appears that Kudo is taking a page out of Latino’s book. He’s certainly not afraid to turn to brawling tendencies. Kudo releases Latino and moves to the corner, yelling at a few fans who are giving him the thumbs down. However, it would seem that yet again has he indulged too much, as when he focuses his attention back to the action, Latino has sprung to his feet and started to pepper him with some punches. Kuod fights back by raking Latino across the eyes. As Latino stumbles backward, Kudo tries to scoop him up, but Latino wriggles out of Kudo’s grasp to land on his feet behind Kudo. As Kudo is turning to face him, Latino runs to the ropes. When he rebounds, Kudo catches him in a back body drop! Kudo with the cover.1............... KICKOUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:17:47 GMT -5
Kudo pulls Latino up and backs him up against the ropes with some vicious roundhouse kicks. Kudo whips Latino to the opposing ropes, and when Latino bounces back, he slides straight between Kudo’s legs. He pops up to his feet, and once Kudo turns to face him, strikes with three shuffle jabs followed by a discus lariat to complete the Shake, Rattle, Roll combo! Latino moves to the edge of the ring and exits to stand on the apron. As Kudo pulls himself to his feet, Latino hops onto the top rope to set up for some springboard attack, but Kudo shoves Makabe into the ropes, tripping Latino up and causing him to tumble back into the ring! Kudo raises Latino to his feet and throws him into the corner. Kudo then whips him into the opposite turnbuckle and charges toward him again, straight into the raised boot of Latino. Kudo staggers backward, giving Latino enough time to seat himself on the top rope and come soaring off to catch Kudo in a hurricarana! Kudo rolls through the impact to pop back to his feet, but Latino has regained his footing just as quickly and runs toward Kudo to catch him in a spinning jawbreaker. Latino moves to the edge of the ring and hops over the top rope. He then hops onto the top rope just as Kudo moves to his feet and this time successfully lands a thunderous springboard dropkick! Latino covers.
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Latino pulls Kudo up and strikes with some knife-edge chops to back him into the corner. Latino doesn’t stop here, though, and continues to chop Kudo across the chest until Kudo slumps down into a seated position. Latino still isn’t done and unleashes some mudhole stomps onto Kudo. Latino walks to the opposite corner as Kudo pulls himself back up. Latino runs toward Kudo and tries to land a turnbuckle clothesline, but Kudo moves out of the way, and Latino collides with the turnbuckle. Latino bounces back, straight into Kudo, who lifts him into position for a belly to back suplex. Latino, however, uses this momentum to complete a full backflip and land on his feet behind Kudo. When Kudo turns to face him, Latino runs to the ropes. When he bounces back, Kudo tries to land a vicious roundhouse kick, but Latino ducks under and continues running toward the ropes. Latino bounces off again, this time straight into a spiral dropkick from Kudo! Kudo covers.
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Latino rolls out of the ring to find some respite, but Kudo runs to the opposite ropes and rebounds to soar over the top rope and come crashing down on top of Latino with a plancha! The men lie in a heap for a while, but Kudo eventually gets to his feet and rolls Latino back into the ring before making the cover.
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Kudo raises Latino to his feet and traps him in a standing headscissors. He then picks Latino up for a powerbomb, but Latino wriggles out of his grasp and lands on his feet in front of Kudo. Latino runs to the ropes and bounces back to hop up and seat himself on Kudo’s shoulders. Kudo then throws Latino forward to slam him stomach-first onto the mat. Kudo covers.
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Kudo lifts Latino to his feet and sets up for a K.O. Exploder, but when he tosses Latino over, Latino repositions himself in midair to land behind Kudo. Before Kudo can turn to face him, Latino has locked in a cobra clutch. After swinging Kudo around for a few seconds, Latino lifts Kudo up and drops him back-first onto his knee for a La Puta Driver! Latino covers.
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Latino rises up. Once Kudo labors his way up, Latino hops onto Kudo’s shoulders to set up for a tornado DDT, but as he’s swinging around, Kudo tosses him off. Latino lands on his feet and runs toward Kudo again with a clothesline, but Kudo ducks under. When Latino turns to face Kudo again, Kudo has struck with a forearm strike that sends Latino reeling. Kudo runs toward Latino, but Latino greets him by leaping up and catching Kudo’s head in between his legs before taking him over in a hurricarana! Latino lifts Kudo to his feet and clasps hands with him into a test of strength. Latino pushes Kudo down to the mat and attempts to belly flop on top of him, but Kudo sticks his feet into Latino’s stomach and pushes him off and back onto his feet. The momentum of Latino recoiling back to his feet pulls Kudo up, allowing him to leap high into the air and over Latino’s right arm. Immediately upon landing, Kudo backflips over Latino’s arm. When he lands on his feet again, he kicks Latino’s right arm, forcing Latino to release Kudo’s left hand. With his other hand still clasped with Latino’s, Kudo pulls Latino in, catching him with an arm drag. Kudo quickly kips up while Latino bounds to his feet just as quickly. Latino strikes first with a back elbow strike. Kudo stumbles back, and Latino pursues to ground him with a double leg takedown. Latino takes Kudo’s right leg and places it over his right shoulder. Kudo rolls himself over so that his other leg rests on Latino’s other shoulder. Kudo then uses his arms to push himself slightly up into the air and swings his body to the side, back to the center of the ring. Finally, while still in the air, Kudo tucks his body in to generate adequate momentum to flip Latino over in a headscissors takedown! Kudo covers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:18:21 GMT -5
When Latino pulls himself up, Kudo runs to him and hops up to plant his feet into Latino’s stomach and place his hands on Latino’s shoulders. Latino spins around to face the ropes as Kudo is still hanging onto him. Kudo falls backward so that his back bounces off the ropes. This generates the necessary momentum for Kudo to spin himself back toward the center of the ring and toss Latino over in a monkey flip. Kudo gets to his feet and climbs up to the top rope. Once Latino gets to his feet, Kudo leaps off with a crossbody, but Latino catches him and flips him over into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Latino covers.
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Latino raises Kudo to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Latino flips him over, hoping to hit another tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but on his way down, Kudo grabs hold of Latino’s arm and takes his down into a fujiwara armbar! Kudo hooks his other arm around Latino’s and rolls him up into a backslide pin.
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Both men pop to their feet at around the same time, but Kudo acts first by hitting a toe kick that doubles Latino over. Kudo applies a front facelock and drills Latino with some knee lifts as he backs Latino back into the ropes. Kudo then whips Latino to the opposite ropes and tries to land a clothesline as Latino bounces back, but Latino sticks his arms up to block the attempt and grabs hold of Kudo’s arm, wrenching it forward so quickly that Kudo flips over and crashes back-first onto the mat. Latino pulls Kudo to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Latino remains near the opposite ropes, and as Kudo bounces back toward him, Latino hops into the air and plants his feet into Kudo’s stomach. Latino then falls backward and kicks up with so much force that this monkey flip tosses Kudo clear over the top rope! Kudo plummets to the cold outside mats with a sickening thud. Latino continues to lie on his back as he gasps for breath. When Kudo pulls himself up, Latino runs to the opposite ropes, rebounding to dive under the bottom rope with a baseball slide, but Kudo sidesteps and Latino completely slides out of the ring. Latino runs toward Kudo again and hops up. Kudo places his hands underneath Latino’s thighs and tosses him higher into the air. Latino uses his extra elevation to land on the second rope and fly off with a moonsault on Kudo! Latino gets up again and throws Kudo back into the ring. Kudo pulls himself up by the ropes as Latino mounts the top rope. Latino flips forward and catches Kudo’s head between his legs. Latino then flips backward to take Kudo over in the dragonrana, but Kudo uses the momentum to complete an extra flip in midair so that it is Latino who is rolled up in the pinning predicament!
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Phillip: Here is your winner and STILL ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...KUDO...YAAAAAASUUUUUUDAAAAAAA!
Kudo scampers out of the ring as Latino is still incredulous at his means of defeat. Makabe follows him and hands him the belt.
McNally: While I will admit that I haven’t been the biggest fan of Kudo’s attitude as of late, there can’t be any denying that he just plain outmaneuvered Latino to gain this hard-earned title defense.
Kudo backs his way up the entryway while grinning ear to ear. Fade out with a shot of Latino glowering fiercely back at him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:20:59 GMT -5
Segment: Thruture (Credit: Hunter)
Look at him.
I would not consider myself an expert on the human body, or for that matter, the human mind. However, looking at this man, it is incredibly difficult to get over just how...glorious he appears. He has a tall form, with a perfectly trimmed black haircut. Even his suit is impressive, as it appears to have been finely tailored by perhaps the most careful of men. It is all perfect, and I would not be surprised that, were I to engage him in conversation, he would be one of the most interesting and fascinating people I would have ever spoken to. Alas, I am afraid that I did not get this opportunity. But that did not stop me from continuing to pine over his awe-inspiring physique and the overall scent of perfection he seemed to carry. I believe that he is truly a great man...
Which made it quite difficult to thrust my blade into his stomach.
But I did it nonetheless. The main thing that kept my mind in the game was the knowledge that if I were to successfully complete this task, I would be one step closer to the final phase of my plan...and I assure you, I have been awaiting that moment for quite a long time. But I do not want to bore you with details on that, so instead we shall return to the lifeless lump of a man bleeding at (and partially on) my feet. He was the sole guard before Nicky Tughazzi's door, which clearly surprised me, as I expected him to have more. Now, do not misunderstand; he had many, many bodyguards, but we already took care of them. I just would have thought that he would have been more protective of the actual door that kept him barricaded from the dangerous world outside.
Frankie: Anyone else?
And I would naturally assume that answers your question of "who is 'we'?" I look around carefully, and when I am fully content with our surroundings, I nod to him. He approaches from the darkness, clutching his pistol with two firm, shaking hands. He looks down at the bleeding man at my feet.
Frankie: Hey, isn't that---?
I raise my hand to silence him. I make it seem as if I just want to continue on with our mission, but truthfully, I just did not want to know the name of the man. It adds a certain...poetic flavor, if you will. I point him towards the door keeping Tughazzi hidden from us, and the two of us approach it on either side.
Do you want to do it?
Frankie: Wasn't that the whole fucking plan?
I pause for a moment. So much for "appear as intelligent and badass as possible."
Okay then, go for it.
He clutches his pistol even tighter and spins, but I quickly grab his leg before it can kick open the door.
No kicking. Make it as quiet as possible.
Frankie: Why?
So that he does not HEAR you.
Frankie: No shit. But why the fuck would I want that?
If you make it quick, you make it easy for him. Draw it out...make him fear you, and then do it.
He ponders this for a moment, checks the silencer on his pistol, and then slowly opens the door. The second before it shuts I can hear Tughazzi gasp. That naturally means that if Frankie Damage exits that office in five seconds, he did not follow my advice. But to my pleasant surprise, he remains in there for a while. He learns fast...perhaps this is the reason I decided to keep him, not kill him. I look down at the body of the bodyguard once more, and then clean off my knife on the carpet. A bloody knife never really helped anyone NOT get caught, now, did it? I wipe off its handle as well, and then drop it carelessly before the man. I doubt that anyone would think he killed himself, but I can humor the conspiracy theorists, can't I?
Now all I really have to do is wait for Frankie to finish. Which is a good thing, really, since I should catch you up. As is obvious by these events, Frankie Damage, in his gloriously drunken stupor, agreed to my plan. But something tells me that he had sobered up when he agreed...primarily because I could understand the word "yes" when it was emitted from his lips, but not much else. As you very well know, this is all a part of my unnecessarily elaborate but "oh-so-fun" plan. Come to think of it, another of those random phases should have been completed by now. I wonder...oh, never mind. The door opens before me, and Frankie Damage emerges just as simply as he entered. He unscrews the silencer and places it gently into his pocket.
Did you make him feel it?
He slightly motions his head towards the door. I open it and glance inside...as I do not want to explain the specifics to you, I will simply say that he did.
Good. Was it hard?
Frankie: Surprisingly, no.
Excellent. Now we...
I stop instantly. He has an odd look in his eyes, and this look is not directed at me, but slightly over my shoulder. I am just about to spin around, but I suddenly feel a coldness against the back of my neck. I have felt this feeling before, and so it does not take me too long to realize that is the barrel of a gun. It also does not take me too long to raise my hands high enough for its user to see them. I notice Frankie slowly raising his gun, and I shake my head.
?: That's wise of you. Now just drop it.
Frankie Damage complies, and I slowly close my eyes and begin to replay the events of past hour in my head. Who did we miss?
?: Take a few steps back.
Frankie: Me or him?
?: ...you, dipshit.
Frankie humorlessly steps back, and by now I cannot contain myself.
Who are you?
?: That's for me to know and for you to find out.
Frankie scoffs. I can tell by his reaction that the man with the gun shot him a dirty look. After I am finished counting, I reply.
Did you actually survive our attack?
?: No.
Then what are you, a ghost?
?: Something like that.
I groan irritably.
Stop playing games and just put the fucking bullet into me.
There is a brief pause, followed by a chuckle from the man behind me.
?: You never were a patient one, man.
My eyes widen slightly. At least now I know that I can scratch off that phase of the plan. I spin around quickly and shake my head.
You're a dick.
Tom stands humbly before me, his smirk wider than I have ever seen it. Without having to turn around I know that Frankie Damage is looking at us completely flabbergasted. As far as I am concerned, it will stay that way for him...well, for a moment. After all, we have got some catching up to do...
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Brimstone's eyes are somewhat hazy at the moment. He is not completely sure why, nor does he bother trying to figure out why. Instead, he looks over at the clock hanging on his wall, and even amidst that darkness he can make out the positioning of the two hands. He sighs, knowing that his match is slowly approaching. Generally he waits until roughly the last second to go to the ring; now, however, he has decided to leave just a tad early. It won't accomplish anything, he knows that...but he could use the fresh air. And so, without so much as another thought, he grabs his International Title belt, throws it over his shoulder, and leaves the room, gently closing the door behind him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:21:21 GMT -5
Segment: Open Challenge (Credit: Jay Basin)
Unleashed by Saliva plays, and Jay Basin jogs out with Clint Daniels behind him. He jogs to the left side of the stage and removes his aviators. He is dressed in an Armani suit. He puts the aviators in his coat pocket, and looks at the ACW crowd. He turns around and goes to the center of the stage. He walks off the stage and goes down the ramp. He goes up the steel steps and into the ring. He goes to the top turnbuckle by the announce table and raises his arms in the air crossed. Daniels grabs a mic and hands it to Basin as he steps back on the ground.
“………….”
Basin looks at the canvas floor of which he once slammed opponents down, shed blood, sweat, and tears, and pinned opponents. He walks over to the ropes and grabs them. He shakes them. He smiles, and looks at the crowd. His smile vanishes like magic.
“Okay, I’ve had my fun. You know me, and I know you.”
Daniels takes the mic and shakes his head.
“What? They know you? Because last time I checked, they don’t know you. Introduce yourself newbie.”
Daniels gives back the mic to Basin, and Basin is pissed off at Daniels. Basin continues to talk.
“I am Jay Basin. I am a three time World Champion! I am an innovator of brutality! And I am back! Since you don’t know me, I will tell you how business goes, what I’m out here for, just how damn good I am, and when the guys in the back should start to worry.”
“Now you guys are all weak.”
The crowd boos Basin.
“You know why? Because you can’t defend yourself. Like fatty over there, he can’t defend himself, because he’s dependant on someone from the back whose a good guy to be their role model. It’s almost like how babies are dependant on mother’s breast milk. If they’re off of it, they’re not getting any nutrition. You lose one of your, you all believe you’re screwed!”
The crowd boos Basin even more. He rolls his eyes up and then continues.
“Whenever I was the good guy, I always was heartbroken, never coming out a big winner. Always a loser. I decided that independence was the only path to take. Being an icon to so many people was a nuisance, and I found it rather stressing to deal with annoying fans.”
“I am a former three time World Champion! A former three time American Champion! An Earth Champion, Tag Team Champion, X-Division Champion, Hardcore Champion, Xtreme Champion, an owner of a federation, and so much more!"
"If Hardcore were a state, I would be the sole representative of Hardcore. I have created three matches that will break people down. The World Series, Hell’s Paradise, and the Iron Pyramid. I have participated in two, and won in both. I am a mastermind of hardcore wrestling! The match that has made me who I am is the Steel Cage match! I have never, ever lost in a Steel Cage match, in fact I ended CJ Anarchy’s career in the Steel Cage Match in ICW. I won the X-Division Title in a Steel Cage Match. I won the Earth Championship in a Steel Cage Match. I defended my Universe title twice in the Steel Cage Match. I am the greatest Steel Cage fighter ever!”
The crowd gets annoyed with Basin and boo him louder than he expected they would. He's taken by the heat he recieved and loses track for a moment. He gets back on track by shaking his head.
"No... no, no, no! I won't even stop at the greatest cage fighter! I'm the best damn fighter ever! I've beaten the best of the best in every circut I've been in! I've won the top titles! I main evented each show! I am why those circuts, brands, federations, and coorporations are so damn great! Because I am a franchise wrestler, and I am beyond everybody else's league!"
The crowd starts to chant "Over-rated!" Basin shakes his head and says "No."
“This is a message to all the guys in the back. You guys probably would like to know when it’s best to worry, right? Now. Now is the time to worry. Now is panic time. I’ve beaten, annihilated, and mangled poor bastards no matter the physical appearance, size, or strength! I have ended one man's career, and I can do it again. I've injured wrestlers badly and I've made them hurt in the most undesirable ways. When you step into the ring with me, you're not facing a wrestler... you're facing a damn psychopath. So watch out men...”
The crowd boos Basin.
“So I'm calling anybody out for my debut match on Thursday Night Meltdown. I don't care who you are. You can be the ACW World Champion, you can be the ACW International Champion, or you can be without a title. It doesn't matter. You'll still lose. Anybody can answer to this. It’s open up till the curtain call of Monday Night Warfare. I’m not afraid of anybody in the back. If you think that this is just going to be an easy pinfall or submission victory, then think again, because I’m more than just fresh meat.”
Daniels takes the mic.
“So let me ask you boys in the back this… Do you feel lucky? Because it’s gonna be a bitch when Jay pins you.”
Daniels drops the mic and Unleashed plays. The two leave, as the crowd boos the two loudly. Basin smiles, as Daniels looks at the stage entrance.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:22:06 GMT -5
Segment: Real Aces (Credit: Jonny Spade / Gooeygarth)
A camera view shows a brightly lit white brick room with a wooden table and steel chair under a row of humming fluorescent lights. Behind the chair a door opens and Jonny Spade and walks in quietly, closes the door behind him and takes a seat pulling himself up to the table. His face remains constantly distant from any kind of emotion. He places his hands on the table and wraps his fingers together tapping his thumbs. Fiddling around he looks at all four corners of the room and scratches his head as if he was thinking.
Jonny: I’m sitting here alone because Gooey would rather be with his thoughts for a second. He’s always been like this..ever since we were a tag team and we were about to fight that really hard fight, that good one. You know, the one that left you feeling a better man. But, Top Draw, rest assured. Nothing will make us feel better more than watching your tired withered bodies crumple and fold between two splintering pieces a heap all over the place. But he knows that it's time to take this shit for what it's worth.
Jonny smirks and lets out a chuckle.
Jonny: No it’s nothing retarded like some demonic possession and he’s sacrificing a virgin, or something like him turning into a werewolf. Hell, it’s more likely that he wanted to be alone so he can relieve himself in a moment of blissful guilt. Though if I was a betting man I’d be putting my money on that he is telling himself, in his mind, over and over, just how we’re gonna mutilate you. He’s thinking of some crazy strategy to use himself as a weapon. Right now his emotional state matches that of some emo kid that cuts his wrists. And the only thing that he’ll be cutting himself with, is a two edged sword. And guess who’s on the receiving end. You are, YOU ARE. And fundamentally like any good tag-team, we’ll work together. I will wield that blade and use it to sever YOUR weak link, YOUR weak bond. Instead, you can bond with this.
Jonny taps the wooden surface of the table with his knuckles making an audible echo.
Jonny: The mood in this room isn’t right. It just…it’s too gloomy and hateful. Let’s see if I can’t make myself feel better, rid of all the frustrations for now.
Jonny stretches out his arms and leans backwards diagonally from the table, putting his feet up while reaching into his pocket and pulls out a package of playing cards and begins to shuffle them fashionably.
Jonny: Shuffling some playing cards makes me feel a bit better, and hey fun fact about me: did you know that I used to practice card tricks when I was younger? Nothing too much just basic illusions and the such…
Jonny ceases to shuffle and puts his feet back down. He holds the deck of the cards face down, palm faced up in his hand. He slips the card on the top of the deck and throws it on the table, revealing it to be a joker.
Jonny: See you might be on top right now, with your hot streak and all…
Jonny draws another card and seeing as how he shows his detest in picking up a jack of hearts which he didn’t want, he puts the card back on top of the deck and slaps the cards with his hand. Drawing again he shows more delight in his face as he picks up the joker and holds it in place so it stands upright with one hand and places the ace of spaces upright, and on top of the joker. Adding pressure with tense muscles it shows the joker, slowly but surely going down through the table until it is gone through the entire way without leaving a mark finally allowing Jonny to let the ace fall forward flat face down.
Jonny: ….but we always come out on top eventually. Before tonight is over, you will see that you can’t beat the Wyldcard. And when you walk back up that ramp in shame, and when you look back to the battlefield. You will see the true tag-team titles, and they will be held high in the air by…
Suddenly Jonny kicks the bottom of the table which sends two cards into the air where there should’ve been one. After they have fallen, Jonny picks up what is now an ace of spades and an ace of hearts.
Jonny: …the real aces of the tag-team division.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:22:39 GMT -5
Segment: Opportunites and Fanboys (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
The camera fades in to a hallway, to show Jason Freeman. The man is not in a good mood; that’s for sure. He has just lost his title, and his shoulder seems bare without it. He walks moodily down the hallway, hardly believing that this is happening…he seems more in shock then anything else. Thunderkiss has beaten him. Thunderkiss! He was positive he was going to win, and the fans knew it from his attitude for the whole past month. The fans then notice that Freeman has in his hand a couple of letters. Obviously, he’s gotten mail, but hasn’t even bothered to read it. His moodines, slowly begins to turn to anger. How could he have lost??!! All of a sudden, Senator comes from the other direction, causing Freeman to pause and look up at him.
Freeman: I can’t believe this! I came in prepared and I was ready to destroy him. And then next thing I know, he pulls that title down and he’s the champion. This is ridiculous! He’s going to make a mockery of this company and everybody who wrestles in it. How can a man such as him become a champion??!! This is ridiculous! I was positive that I had that match won…
Freeman continues on, constantly repeating himself in his anger. He clenches his fists, almost crushing the letters in them, and Senator, when noticing that Freeman isn’t going to stop ranting any time soon, decides to step in.
The Senator: Hello, Jason, good to see you, even if the circumstances for yourself are not entirely optimal.
Freeman: You know what…? I’m above this. I’m better than this. I’m better than Thunderkiss, and I don’t need a title to prove it. I’m better than that title anyways, and I think it’s time I stepped it up. Next month. April 28. The Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. A lot of people step in that ring, and in the end one is the sole winner. And that person gets a title shot. And it is the perfect time for me to prove exactly how much I deserve to rise in this company…
Senator: I fully support you in that, after all, I have trained for a number of Fallen Heroes matches in my own past, it is a perfect opportunity to raise your rank, and perhaps, even get a title shot.
Freeman: I have an idea. I have a month. And I know that there are going to be some great stars in that match. And for the next month? It’s non stop training session for me. I, Jason Freeman, am going to train myself to be the definite next Fallen Heroes Battle Royal winner. And by the end of the month, I will be so ready for this match, that I won’t possibly be able to lose!
Senator: That is what I want to hear! Put the losses behind you, and the opportunity of the future ahead, for those who look for them, will find them.
Freeman’s eyes brighten with intensity, and his anger about his loss has totally faded. He has moved on already. He looks at the letters he holds in his hands, and decides to open them, cheered up now. He goes through them quickly, leaning against the wall, merely throwing down the ones that don’t interest him…and then he stops. He holds a letter, and reads it. He has a peculiar expression on his face.
Freeman: Well, well, well…you have to see this one. Look here…
Freeman holds the letter up and begins to read it out loud…
Dear Jason Freeman:
Hello! We send you greetings on behalf of the Official Jason Freeman Fan Club! We formed just days after your debut! And ever since then, we have been dedicated to everything concerning you. Every single one of our members must face very rigorous tests to even qualify to have a chance of possibly getting the option of being chosen to be considered to maybe be a member. This test includes your birthday, your favorite color, your favorite foods, what shirt you wore in your first promo ever on ACW television…Those are the easy questions. And then it continues to basic stuff like…you know, where you had your fifth birthday party…the names of your great grandparents…what you got as your math grade in the third quarter of 9th grade…yeah, pretty basic stuff.
That’s not the point however. We are writing to you for a purpose! We have supported you throughout your whole career! Your highs and lows…your good times and bad times. We watched your first ever loss to Jonny Hughes and Leon Chase (Obviously, we all have your entire match history memorized), we watched your first ever WIN defeating Leon Chase. On pay-per-view no less and what a match it was! We started a petition to try to get it considered for a bonus match of the year choice, considering that it was your first win. That takes first priority. Match quality should come second in those things.
We eagerly wore your “Get Jason Freeman to #1 on the Power 15” T-shirts, and petitioned in the streets! We actually tried to march on ACW headquarters, but were eventually stopped. That’s not the point at the moment. After all the dedication that we’ve shown to you, we only ask for one thing. To please, have the option of meeting with you…our idol. Not all of us. But our five main members. The leaders of this whole club. To just show up…and at least meet with you. Is that too much to ask? Please, write back, because we would really love the opportunity to finally be able to talk to you. And we wish you luck against Thunderkiss! I’m sure that you’ll defeat him and regain your honor! Please write back to us, and maybe on Thursday or Monday we can set up that meeting!
Signed, The Freeman Fan Club (FCC)
There’s a bit of a silence, at the strangeness of the letter. Freeman seems to be feeling both flattered and confused at the same time.
Freeman: So what do you make of it? Personally, I think it’s kind of cool. Though slightly creepy…where I had my fifth birthday party? I don’t even remember that one…
Freeman goes back to the letter and rereads it to himself, completely stricken by the obsession that these people apparently have with him.
Senator: I was always a little wary of such people, but you know, support is a good thing to have, even if the givers of it appear to be a bit nutty. Heh, who am I to judge? I'm a fourty year old poltician going for the World Title!
Freeman: Well you know what I think? I’m going to write back and tell them to come on over! Thursday, Monday, it’s all good! Because what I need now more than ever is some motivation. I am bringing these guys in for moral support, and maybe I can pull a few strings, and keep them here for a bit…it could help on my road to glory. They can help me train maybe, who knows?
Freeman shrugs. But then he stops for a second.
Freeman: Oh, and good luck in your match tonight! Sure, I lost my title, but you’re going to take Chance’s. Bring that title to the Senatorial Stable! We all know you can do it. We all know you WILL do it.
Senator: No matter what, Chance Emmerson will recieve the fight of his life. Nothing will prevent me from making this match a show of what these old sinews and bones can still do!
Freeman: Well, I’ve got to be going, but I can’t wait to see you defeat Chance. See you on Thursday, I guess.
Senator: Indeed, start in on that training as soon as you possibly can do!
And with that Freeman turns and walks away, obviously still thinking about the letter, and how he’s going to reply, leaving Senator alone.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:23:25 GMT -5
Match 6: Tag Team Tables Elimination Match Top Draw vs Wyldcard (Credit: BK) Phillip: This match is a Tag Team Tables Match under ELIMINATION rules... A large pop from the crowd, this is one of the matches they have been anticipating all night. And with the build up and hatred between the two teams showcased over the past two weeks, they know they're going to get their money's worth with this match.Phillip: In this match, the rules go as follow: A)There are absolutely no disqualifications, count outs, or pinfalls in this match B)When one of your partners is put through the table, they still may compete until their team member goes through a table aswell. C)The first team to put both teammates through both tables, wins. Simple enough, let's get this show on the road.
"Animal I Have Become" sounds throughout the speakers and the crowd responds with a huge pop for the Canadian pair.Phillip: And the first team in this match, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 508lbs, the team of Jonny Spade and Gooey Garth, Wyldcard! Their theme continues to blast throughout the speaker as the duo make their way onto the stage before walking down the ramp and slapping hands with those fortunate enough to score front row seats. While Jonny runs up the steps and enters the ring, Gooey rolls under the bottom rope before both jump up on the middle turnbuckle and oppose for their fans in the crowd. They jump down and pose on the opposing turnbuckle before meeting at the center of the ring as they wait for their opponents.Phillip: And their opponents, coming to the ring at combined weight of 427lbs, the team of Jake Cheng and BK London, Top Draw! "The Emperor's Soundtrack" by Lupe Fiasco blasts through the PA system and now the former Tag Team Champions in their own right make their way onto the stage before hitting their signature poses as pyro goes off. Jonny and Gooey don't seem to be impressed with the flash and glamour of the Top Draw entrance and before you know it, both teams are in the ring. Neither team has brought their belts down to the ring as they plan to focus on who is the better team.
The bell sounds for the match to commence, and indeed it does.Both teams waste no time blowing past the referee and meeting in the center with an exchange of blows, Jonny going up against BK London and Gooey going up against Jake Cheng. With the huge weight advantage, Gooey manages to get the upper hand and he tosses Jake in the corner before lighting his chest up with a huge chop that echoes throughout the arena. On the other side of the ring, Jonny is holding his own against the former Two Time World Champion but eventually BK turns the tide in his favor with a thumb to the eye. The temporarily blinded Jonny staggers around a bit, and BK grabs him by the back of his tights and rams him shoulder first into the ring post. Jonny slinks out onto the apron and falls to the outside while BK turns his attention to across the ring to help his partner in need. Gooey has Jake trapped in the corner with the sole of his boot driven into his neck, and BK breaks it up with a Double Axehandle to the back of his head. Gooey releases Jake and BK follows up with a hefty knee to his gut before driving him into the ropes with a European Uppercut. BK continues to work over Gooey with a set of right hands and shortly after, Jake accompanies him and hits Gooey with some kicks to his abdomen. Both have the same idea in mind as they simultaneously whip Gooey off the ropes and as Gooey comes off, they send him to the mat with a Double Flapjack. Gooey flops on his back and now they conversate for only a few moments before running outside the ring to retrieve tables from opposite sides of the ring. While BK searches under the ring for tables, Jake simply takes one rested on the outside on the ring barrier and slides it in the ring. Jonny makes his presence felt in the match again by attack BK from behind and bashing his head into the announcer's table. He picks up BK's head and bashes it repeatedly over and over until BK has a Krispy Kreme glaze in his eyes. Jonny continues to battle BK on the outside while back in the ring, Jake sets up the table in the corner before picking up Gooey and resting him on the table. Jake walks with a cocky swagger across the ring before trying to garner the support from the fans, but only getting a fraction of the cheers he used to get once month ago. He backs up and runs full speed at Gooey who is rested on the table, but Gooey manages to evade the manuever and Jake dives in the direction of the table. He smacks the table hard, but it doesn't break and he falls backwards right on his ass before dropping fully on the ground. Gooey shakes his head, trying to return to his senses after having his brain scrambled by the Flapjack earlier. He grabs Jake by his legs and looks back at the table before attempting a slingshot catapult right into the table. Jake thrashes around and manages to kick Gooey backwards right into the table. The back of Gooey's head smacks against the table and Gooey is knocked for a loop. TIIIMBER! as he falls down and to Jake's dismay, headbutts his groin.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:23:52 GMT -5
The expression on Jake's face is absolutley priceless as you can see the water beginning to shed from his eyes, while on the outside Jonny has BK right where he wants him. Jonny attempts to vertical suplex BK through a table, but BK blocks it and begins punching the abdomen of Jonny several times. He then viciously rakes the eyes of Jonny before stepping backwards and delivering a Shades of Michaels to Jonny. Jonny flops over right on the table and now BK looks for an opportunity to turn the tide in his favor. He hops up on the apron and beats his chest to play towards the crowd, before running on the apron and looking for a Shooting Star Press from off the apron. BK manages to turn in mid air, but as he comes down he realizes that no one is home and he goes right through the table. Jonny is on the ground right next to the two broken pieces of the table, trying to catch his breath while smiling. Referee Carter Donovan rushes over and checks on BK, who appears to show signs of life - but he hasn't been eliminated from the match because he wasn't forceably thrown through a table - but definitely not one of his brightest moments.
Jake has managed to suck up the pain back in the ring, holding his groin as he makes his way towards Gooey who is rising up himself. Jake laces Gooey with a kick across the back of his head, sending him staggering towards the ropes and now Jake presses Gooey's neck on the second rope, choking him out in the process. He adds more pressure by standing on the upper back of Gooey while pulling the top rope up, similar to a move done by NWA World Champion Christian Cage. Jonny makes his way into the ring, slowly and still recovering from the onslaught of BK, by rolling under the bottom rope. Jake drops off the back of Gooey and turns around, to see Jonny standing before him. A stare down commences between the former Tag Team Champions, and quickly Jake comes at him with a kick to the gut but Jonny grabs his foot and pulls him toward him before taking his head off with a clothesline. Jake slowly gets back up to his feet and Jonny delivers an Inverted Atomic Drop to him before hoisting him up on his shoulders. It appears he is looking for the Jonormous Slam, but Jake rakes his eyes and slips off his shoulder before pushing him towards the table in the corner.
Jonny manages to stop himself before a head on collision with the table before turning around and looking at Jake. Jake curses to himself a bit before saying "Fuck it" and it appears he's ready to leave the match, and leave his partner high and dry, but as he tries to exit he sees Gooey blocking his way. Jake looks back at Jonny, then back at Gooey, and once again curses to himself before the double team commences. They whip Jake off the ropes before sending him high in the air with a double back body drop. Jake lands on his back and Jonny positions himself in front of Gooey before picking up Jake in a Spinebuster position. Gooey uses his high vertical leap to deliver a earth shattering dropkick to the chest of Jake before Jonny slams Jake down with a Spinebuster, completing their double team manuever called 'Deep Withdrawlment'. Jake is out in the ring and now Jonny slides out of the ring and retrieves another table before entering the ring. The pair sets it up by the corner and throw Jake on the table before Jonny positions himself on the top rope from inside the ring and Gooey heads out on the apron.
Before Gooey can ascend the turnbuckle, a steel chair can be seen coming his way and cracking against his lower back. The shot can be heard throughout the arena and Gooey slumps off the apron to the outside, and is still standing up holding his back in pain. BK then delivers a second shot, this one more devastating than the first as he mangles the chair in the process of crushing it over Gooey's head. Gooey drops like a sack of bricks and Jonny simply watches from inside the ring, and what he doesn't see is Jake sliding off the table. Jonny turns his eyes back on the action in the ring and he is met with a huge punch by Jake, right to his jaw. Jonny reels on the top rope, looking as if he is about to fall off the top rope. Jake now positions Jonny so his back is facing the ring, rather than his front and quickly BK tells him to stop. Jake is certainly perplexed, as most of the crowd is also, and BK goes under the ring and pulls out a huge sack. BK rolls into the ring, very gingerly, still recovering from going through a table earlier and he turns the sack upside down before hundreds of thumbtacks pour from the bag onto the table.
A resounding "OHHHHHHHH" from the crowd follows and now BK positions himself under Jonny, putting him on his shoulders in a Electric Chair Drop position and now Jake grabs Jonny from his head on the top rope and looks for his Super Shiranui (Top Rope Slice Bread #2) and the tag team tandem performs their move dubbed 'From Broke as a Joke, to Rich' and it sends Jonny through the table, and more painfully back first on the thumbtacks. Jonny's eyes bulge out of his head upon going through the table, landing on the thumbtacks, and Phillip stands up from his seat before making the announcement.
Phillip: Jonny Spade has been eliminated.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:24:28 GMT -5
Slowly Jake and BK rise, and both of their attentions turn to the remaining member of Wyldcard - Gooey Garth. Gooey, on the outside just heard the announcement besides a huge ringing in his ears from the chairshot and he looks up inside the ring at Top Draw staring at him. They slide out opposite sides of the ring and now begin to approach Gooey slowly, as he stares at both of them. Gooey runs right at Jake and clocks him with a right, but is derailed with a clothesline from behind by the former World Champion. The tag team begins to assault him with stomps to his back and head before picking him up and throwing him into the ring barricade. Gooey slumps down to the ground below and the pair take their time approaching him and continuing to work on him. BK grabs a table from the side of the ring and begins to set it up on the outside of the ring while Jake continues to pummel the former two time tag team champion. Jake plays towards the crowd a bit and he goes for a huge right hand on Gooey, but Gooey manages to block it and fire back with a right hand of his own that sends Jake reeling. Jake approaches Gooey once again and looks for another right, but he is sent reeling with another haymaker by Gooey. The crowd begins to go crazy for the momentum shift in the match, and now Jake looks for a clothesline but he is met with a big boot from the Gooester.
BK finishes setting up the table and sees Gooey managing to gain a second wind in this match, and he runs over to the former Tag Team Champion but Gooey manages to back body drop him over the barricade into the crowd. Gooey grabs Jake and begins to carry him to the table, but Jake follows up with a rake to the eyes before rolling into the ring. Gooey manages to get his vision back shortly after, and he hops up on the apron only to be thrusted in the gut with Jake's shoulder. Gooey reels over the table on the outside, and the crowd knows full well that if Gooey goes through the table - that this match is over. Gooey holds tightly onto the top rope, hoping not to fall and Jake looks for another shoulder thrust to the abdomen but he recieves a knee to his skull. Jake is knocked for a loop a bit and Gooey looks to capitalize by suplexing the former Light Heavyweight Champion over the top rope and through the table. Gooey has Jake in mid air, but Jake manages to change the momentum a bit before suplexing Gooey in the ring. Gooey holds his back in pain and Jake signals for the end as he stalks Gooey from behind as he slowly staggers to his feet.
Gooey turns around and walks right into a kick by Jake and now Jake looks for his Last Resort (Slice Bread #2), but instead of flipping backwards Gooey manages to hold up Jake on his shoulders before tossing him over the top rope through the table on the outside. A "Holy Shit" chant ensues as Jake lands between the two broken pieces of the table and now Phillip rises up to announce the second elimination.
Phillip: Jake Cheng has been eliminated.
Eliminated alright, maybe from the match as a whole. Jake isn't moving on the outside of the ring as medics race down ringside to check on him but before Gooey can celebrate - he is viciously brought to his knees by a chairshot by BK London. BK raises the chair up once again and sends it crashing on the back of Gooey again, before delivering multiple chair shots to Gooey like a man possesed. Gooey is absolutely motionless on the ground below and BK eyes the table still perched up in the corner before picking up the former GFWWE World Champion and setting him in the opposing corner. BK doesn't bother to look in the direction of the table, and simply whips Gooey at a high velocity across the ring - but before Gooey can have a head on collision with the table - Jonny comes out of nowhere and tackles the big man out of the direction of the table.
A huge surge of cheers rejuvenates the crowd that thought the end was near and BK just watches across the ring in complete shock. Jonny rolls on the mat, still holding his lower back area from the bad trip through the thumbtack table and uses the ropes to help him get up. BK makes his way towards Jonny and begins beating him fiercely with a flury of punches and kicks before getting him on the ropes. BK whips Jonny off the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Jonny ducks under it. BK turns around as Jonny rebounds off the other ropes and comes off with a huge spear to the abdomen. BK lays flat on the mat on his back and the crowd goes wild as this buys Gooey more time to recover. Jonny lies on the mat beside BK, still feeling the sting from the attack earlier in the match by Top Draw. Gooey rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and begins to set up a table on the outside while Jonny picks up the former World Champion and looks to battle him some more, but Jonny grabs him by his tights and sends him sailing out of the ring to the ground below - landing very hard on the mat.
Gooey very gingerly gets up on the apron by the table and BK runs toward him full speed, but Gooey manages to side step it and it sends the former World Champ over the top rope - but he lands on the apron. BK rises up to his feet and Gooey delivers a punch to his jaw which has him reeling, and now the two begin to exchange blows on the apron. Gooey looks for a clothesline but BK ducks under it and he hops up on the back of Gooey, locking him in a sleeper hold with the legs wrapped around his abdomen. Gooey begins to fade as BK has the hold locked in tight, but he manages to gain the crowd support. Gooey falls to the side with BK on his back, and the pair go through the table simultaneously and the bell sounds for the match to end.
The referee doesn't know what exactly has went on and he goes over to Phillip to give him the announcement.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has come to a decision that since both superstars have gone through the table due to one another's move, simultaneously, this match shall result in a draw!
"BULLSHIT!"
"BULLSHIT!"
"BULLSHIT!"
The chants of this fires up the arena as they begin to boo both the result and the referee. The camera continue to close up on both BK and Gooey who lay motionless between the two large pieces of the table, and quickly we cut again to Jake Cheng now showing some signs of life after being put through the table minutes before - and Jonny Spade attempting to rise up from the ground - but collapsing from the pain.
The crowd continues to be unruly towards the result, chanting many other vulgar comments as EMTs and other officials make their way down ringside to attend to the fallen superstars. Many crowd around all four superstars, checking their vital signs as we begin to fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:25:26 GMT -5
Segment: Wit (Credit: Hunter / Stark)
The scene fades in slowly, as it usually does, and once this tedious and repetitive task is out of the way, the ACW fans are treated to a glimpse of the Angel of Death himself, Brimstone, casually parading down the ACW halls. He is more than likely on his way down to the ring for his match, but he does not seem to show any signs of anguish, irritation, or general discomfort, although he surely is not completely pleased, given his stone faced expression. Instead, he walks simply, occasionally throwing a glance over to his left, where his golden ACW International Title hangs loosely on his shoulder. He turns the corner after a few moments, and then stops suddenly.From someone else's perspective, the term "sellout" may be applicable. Yet another dime store wrestler thinking he's the greatest thing since Sliced Bread #2, nothing new. But, seeing as it's Brimstone, it's slightly strange given his previous state of confusion and disarray.
Starkweather, using a rag to polish his tarnished and chipped smiley-face mask while seated on a black metal folding chair, glances up at him as he passes. If this event took place back in January, one of two things would have happened: either one of them would have attacked the other, or Brimstone would have intelligently kept on walking. But instead the International Champion stops, taking a moment to dust off his title, assuming it would disturb Starkweather (obviously, it does not). So to grab his attention, Brimstone chooses much simpler means.
Brimstone: Hello, Doctor.
The expression turned up toward the bald champion is quite apathetic, though he does admit to himself that the sudden surge in confidence is somewhat curious. What exactly would prompt someone to come out of their shell in such a way? Certainly not a mere title.
Stark: Hello. Forgive me for not using your ring name, but whenever I do I feel like I should scrub until skin comes off.
Brimstone chuckles slightly.
Brimstone: I assure you, it's better to have my name than to share one with a serial killer.
Stark: And a conqueror of the world, if you'd like to go that route.
Brimstone nods slightly. Sensing impatience in the air, and himself contributing to it, he decides to change the subject.
Brimstone: Now, knowing you, you likely already know that I'm facing Scott Andrews in roughly five minutes. And also knowing you, you likely couldn't care less, could you?
Stark: I recall beating the both of you. What does that tell you about my level of emotional involvement?
He hefts his mask and adjusts the straps on the back, not even making eye contact at this point. Commonly, Brimstone would retreat. This time, however, he persists.
Brimstone: Care to give any advice to either of us? I bet we'd both appreciate it.
Stark: Stop breathing my air.
Standing up and putting his mask delicately aside, he brushes off his shoulders and cocks his head to the side. Brimstone has developed some semblance of a spine. When did that happen?
Brimstone: Well I see you haven't changed. I'm neither surprised nor do I care. Well I do greatly hope that you enjoyed your time with this title, because unlike you, I plan to hold onto it for a vast amount of time, not simply play the coward and lay it down when I feel good and ready.
A direct challenge is apparently the only thing Brimstone has his mind set on. Starkweather merely chuckles and pats the International Title with a free hand.
Stark: Playing the coward. That's quite good. But I'll assure you, before long you'll be tired of the weight this bestows upon you as well. You'll move on, just as I did... But by that time I'll be exactly where I desire to be and you've already proven you're simply not good enough to unseat me from a barstool, much less the apex of ACW.
Brimstone: I don't quite know where, exactly, you desire to be, but I assure you that I'll be one of the main people keeping you away from that spot. Sure, you laugh now...but have you ever considered that there may be more to what I can do than I've let on? Have you ever considered that what you faced in that ring some two odd months ago was simply a weaker version of a stronger man?
Stark: Stronger men than you have tried to beat me, my good man. And stronger men have failed. Now, are there any other idle threats you'd like to make against me, or should I move out of the way and let you hit me with the chair behind me? It's still warm, and is probably the only chance you'll get to do it again.
Brimstone: Oh I'm sorry, you mistake me for someone who thinks you're worth a damn. Perhaps your cunning intellect is failing you, Doctor...
Starkweather can only smile at the somewhat predictable nature of his taunts.
Stark: My cunning intellect may very well fail me one day, but I doubt it will against someone with as, hm, few mental faculties as yourself. Seeing as you're half there as it is. But when you realize who exactly you are and are able to get a driver's license, apply for a loan or leave the country with a visa, perhaps you'll be able to compete with me.
Brimstone: A man's power does not lie in his social security number, Doctor.
Stark: Perhaps not, but you certainly can't reach your full strength of will with that little doubt in your mind. My conscience is clear, I am aware of what I am and what I do, and that makes me better than you.
Brimstone: Ah, but I can just as easily make myself what I want to be, and I can just as easily do what I want to do. That shifting change could eventually be my saving grace...oh, don't bother thinking of a witty rebuttal, I know you're not worried. But in the end, I'm confident that your lack of security will lead to your painful downfall. And I'm glad to say that I will not only witness it, but take part in it.
Stark: Strong words from a man who even know is worried that I'll be painting my mask in his blood next.
Starkweather glances down at the mask sitting next to him, and grins just a little as he glances back up to the challenging fellow standing before him.
Brimstone: Stronger words from a man who even now is considering that my words may hold some truth. But I think we're done here; I need to go show Scott Andrews just how weak and untrusting he really is.
He turns away to go, but then stops for a moment.
Brimstone: By the way, Doctor...you know how to have your fun.
Starkweather does not bother acknowledging this statement, but Brimstone is rather confident that the Doctor does not know just exactly what he was talking about. And to him that is simply a positive. He smirks slightly, and then continues to walk down the hall, checking his title belt again before readjusting its position on his shoulder. It is finally time to give the fans what they want...hopefully he will also be able to get what he wants. But considering the people he is about to interact with, he doubts that this should be a problem...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:25:55 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW International Title Match Brimstone vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Freeman/Hunter) As we return from the commercial break, Philip is seen already standing in the ring, clutching the microphone in his hand.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, from parts unknown, he is the current ACW International Champion...BRIMSTONE! "Angel of Death" rips through the speakers with utmost power, and following the brief fire-related displays on the stage, Brimstone makes his way out to the arena floor. He looks around briefly while the audience cheers enthusiastically, likely not for him, but for the match. Clearly it is something they have been looking forward to for a while. Brimstone drags his title belt off of his shoulder and begins to carry it in his right hand, and then slides into the ring and lightly raises it for the fans to see, before eventually handing it off to the referee.Philip: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado, this is SCOTT ANDREWS! "Destroy Everything" blasts through the speakers, and without bothering to even build up the suspense, Scott charges from backstage. He looks around briefly before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring. The referee steps before him to prevent him from charging Brimstone, as it is very obvious that he wants to do. After looking around for a few moments, Brimstone notices the obvious absence of Jessie Young by Scott's side. He smirks slightly, prompting Scott to push past the referee. Knowing that their encounter is inevitable, the referee calls for the bell, seconds after Scott has already torn into Brimstone with a barrage of fists.Bell Rings. Scott is furious, and continues to punch Brimstone in the head over and over again. With motivation on his side, Scott takes a clear advantage, continuing to hit Brimstone. Brimstone eventually manages to block a punch, but before he can return with one, Scott hits him hard with a dropkick. Brimstone hits the ground, and falls towards the corner, and Scott charges in. He continues his assault to Brimstone, who is now leaning against the turnbuckle, as punch to punch lands on his head. Brimstone manages to get to his feet however, and shove Scott away. Scott stumbles backwards, not expecting this, and Brimstone charges out with a leg lariat, which makes Scott hit the ground, to the delight of the crowd. Brimstone is up, and almost immediately after, so is Scott. Brimstone goes for a clothesline, but Scott ducks, and shoves Brimstone forward into the ropes. Brimstone however, ready for the possibility of such a counter, leaps up, springboards off of the middle rope, and then spins with an elbow, nailing Scott right in the face. Both men hit the ground and Scott is down in pain. Brimstone stays on the ground for a second so as to regain his breath, and at that moment, Jessie Young begins to come down the ramp. She reaches the apron and watches what’s going on inside the ring. Brimstone sees Scott about to get to his feet, so he rises up. He doesn’t seem particularly worried about losing the match, and he takes a second to allow Scott to rise up. As soon as he does, Brimstone attempts to knee him in the gut, but Scott is still determined to get his revenge, and he grabs his leg, before spinning around with a dragon screw. Brimstone hits the ground, and Scott begins to explode with stomps on the fallen Brimstone. As soon as Brimstone begins to get up, Scott changes from stomps to vicious backhand chops, one after the other, causing Brimstone to lean against the ropes. Even with this Scott continues his assault. The referee steps in, and tries to break it up, but Scott doesn’t even listen to him. The ref begins to start a five count, however, and when he gets to four, Scott stops. He runs to the opposite side of the ring, and comes charging back towards Brimstone, probably for a clothesline, but nobody will ever know for sure, because Brimstone bends down, and uses Scott’s momentum to flip him over the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Scott lands hard on the outside, as the fans cheer. Brimstone looks down at him, and taking his time, walks to the other side of the ring. He waits for Scott to rise, and then with a cocky grin, he charges forward, and dives through the ropes, hitting Scott on the outside. Both men are hurt on the ground, as the referee starts a 10 count, and Jessie looks worried from her position at ringside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 24, 2007 17:26:27 GMT -5
The fans begin to cheer as Brimstone rises to his feet, and the crowd is delighted with the fast pace of the first few minutes of the match, and Brimstone lifts Scott to his feet. Brimstone hits Scott’s head against the apron, and Scott then grabs Brimstone’s head, and hits him into the apron. The two men brawl outside the ring, as the referee is now at 8. Brimstone manages to get Scott into the apron again, before getting into the ring, and exiting again, to reset the count. Unfortunately for Brimstone, the time that it took to do that, has allowed Scott to be ready for him. As soon as Brimstone gets back to the outside, Scott pokes him in the eyes, causing Brimstone to draw back, and Scott quickly gets onto the apron. As soon as Brimstone steps forward again, Scott jumps off and nails him with a spinning wheel kick! Brimstone falls to the ground. Scott stomps on him a few times, and then waits for him to get up. When he does, Scott throws him in the ring and follows him in.
Brimstone gets up, and Scott irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Brimstone leans against it, and Scott charges forward, hitting Brimstone with a shining wizard knee strike to the head. As Brimstone groggily walks forward, Scott hits him with a northern lights suplex, before getting the first pinfall of the matchup…1….2….and Brimstone kicks out, not nearly weak enough. Scott doesn’t seem that frustrated, however, as he wants to punish Brimstone. As Brimstone gets to his feet, Scott kicks him a few times in the gut, causing Brimstone to be in pain. As Brimstone bends down, Scott hooks his arm around his head, and DDTs him down to the mat. Scott has taken control of this matchup. He once again begins stomping on Brimstone, which he’s been doing for most of the match, and tries his best to continue the punishment. Brimstone again reaches his feet, and goes for a punch, but Scott blocks and grabs Brimstone in a pendulum backbreaker position. He holds him up for a second, before hitting him hard with the Reasurring The Kill MKII. He flips Brimstone over and hits the guillotine leg drop, before once again going for a pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . And a kick out from Brimstone at the last second. Scott gets right up and begins once again stomping on Brimstone repeatedly, as the fans boo. Brimstone begins to get to his feet and Scott tries to lift him up into a pendulum backbreaker position again, but Brimstone is not going to go down so easily. As Scott tries to lift him, he escapes from his grip, and hits Scott with some punches, driving him backwards, right up against the turnbuckle. Brimstone backs up, and Scott in his fury charges forward with a clothesline, but Brimstone was preparing for this, and before Scott can connect, Brimstone charges into a Dead Eyes (STO on the bottom turnbuckle) Scott grabs his neck in pain, and Brimstone slowly rolls under the ropes to the apron, moving a bit slowly in his pain. He gets to his feet, as Scott grabs his head, and he reaches over the turnbuckle, under Scott’s head and pulls him up to his feet. He pulls Scott’s head over the turnbuckle, before leaping up into the air, and coming down with the Decapitation! He lands the leg drop on Scott’s throat, and the fans can almost here Scott’s neck crack as it goes into the turnbuckle. Brimstone, having used a lot of energy, falls down onto the apron and lies there. Scott in the ring, lies on his stomach as the fans cheer.
Brimstone eventually manages to get his strength back. He enters the ring, and waits for Scott to groggily stand, before hitting him with an armdrag. He then transitions it right into an armbar as the fans pop. Brimstone holds him hard enough to keep him down, but not hard enough to put too much pain on him, obviously just taunting him. Scott tries to escape, but Brimstone only tightens the pressure. Brimstone knows that at the moment he’s the dominant one in this match, and he wants to make sure Scott knows also. Every time Scott tries to escape more, Brimstone makes it hurt more, obviously enjoying the fury of Scott. But eventually Scott is able to almost rise to his feet, and Brimstone realizing that if he keeps the submission in, it will be countered, just knees Scott in the gut. Brimstone reaches down and lifts him up into an attempt for some kind of powerbomb. Scott however, slips off of Brimstones shoulders and lands on the mat, he clutches his arm for a second in pain, but is able to endure it enough to get Brimstone up in fireman’s carry position, for The Assasination! Brimstone manages to slip off of Scott’s shoulders however and hit a german suplex, and he bridges for the pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . And Scott kicks out at the last second. Scott gets up to his feet clutching his neck, and Brimstone also gets up. Brimstone reaches forward for Scott, but Scott manages to duck behind him. Before Brimstone can turn around, Scott lifts him up for a back suplex. Brimstone flips over him and lands on his feet however, and begins to lift up Scott for the black death! Scott thrashes around on Brimstone’s shoulders and looks around for anything to help him, and sees the apron right next to him. He grabs the ropes and rolls off of Brimstone’s right over the ropes and onto the apron. Brimstone turns around, and Scott punches him in the head. Brimstone backs up holding his head, and Scott climbs the turnbuckle. As soon as Brimstone turns around, Scott dives with a missile dropkick. Brimstone is ready however, and he steps out of the way, making Scott land on his stomach. Then, adding insult to injury, Brimstone lightly stomps on Scott’s neck as the fans cheer loudly.
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