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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:12:45 GMT -5
Segment: "Round Five" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
With Cobra in full control, he feels pretty confident about tonight. No one can drag that down. No one can change things.
As Cobra walks down the corridor, he glares at a lot of people and wishes to inflict harm, but it takes everything inside to restrain himself. As he enters an empty area, he finds a little surprise.
Cobra: What the hell is this? I thought this was the way to go.
Cobra stands at a dead end. He looks around and is just confused at what is going on.
Rattlesnake: Lost your way?
Cobra: What the hell did you do?
Rattlesnake: Oh I just walked where I wanted to.
Cobra: You were unconscious! You shouldn't have been able to do anything!
Rattlesnake: That's what you think. You're not the only sneaky one around here. I knew you were going to do what you did, so I let you. I let you think I was out.
Cobra: But you fail to realize that you can't get rid of me like you want to. There's nothing you can do except deal with it.
Rattlesnake: Oh yeah? You want to bet on that.
Cobra: Of course!
A lead pipe flies out from nowhere and strikes Cobra across the forehead. He falls down, unconscious. The pipe rests in his own hand.
Rattlesnake: You can see a lot of things happening, but you couldn't tell I had that in my hand. For someone like you, I'm really surprised. You're more observant than a proctologist and you couldn't see that coming. It sucks to be you right now.
Rattlesnake takes back over and stands up. He rubs his forehead where the lead pipe connected and then shakes it off. He tosses the pipe off to the side and then walks away from the dead end.
Rattlesnake: And now I can do what I was going to do earlier...prepare for tonight.
He was mentally ready by this point, but the thing that lied in the back of his mind was if Cobra was out for the rest of the night. We wasn't sure, but he'd know eventually.
Rattlesnake-2 Cobra-2
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:13:32 GMT -5
Segment: The sum of all things (Credit: Latino/AK)
The scene fades in, to one of the many small rooms backstage at the Tokyo Dome. At first glance, it’s impossible to discern anything significant about the space; it is sparse and utilitarian. But even without any visual cues, the audience can already sense the tension within.
The camera pans across. It reveals Alicia Laureano, already dressed in her ringwear, although the rumble match is some time away yet. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, staring ahead at the wall. Her thoughts are a mystery.
Footsteps are heard approaching from off-camera. Victor Laureano has his head back a little as a stream of thoughts run through his mind as he walks across and rests against the wall. He scratches his cheek, and Alicia looks upward a fraction. They catch one another’s eye, and that one glance conveys more than any amount of shouting and flailing at an interviewer’s camera ever could. The discussions, the arguments, the doubts, the fears… all of these have been aired and confronted, undoubtedly painfully, outside of the public gaze.
Victor is calm; in some ways, he has the advantage, for his destiny now is to a large extent in his own hand. Alicia cannot console herself in such a manner…
Alicia:……………Are you sure about this?
Victor exhales sharply, with a hint of a wry smile.
Victor: …Honestly, no, pero you know the reasons for this. This also wasn’t exactly what I had in mind for a great night out…
Alicia sighs, and gives the slightest of nods in response. How many times have they weighed the odds this week, and tried to solve the unsolvable?
In the end, she knew that Victor’s instinct had to be the deciding factor. There was every chance that she could swing the match in her husband’s favor if she went out with him… and every chance too that she could be precisely the leverage Scott and his strange associate were hoping for.
She closes her eyes for a moment. Victor looks at her; he understands how torn she is, but he knows that she’ll abide by the choice they both made. He has no idea if it will help or hinder him in the match… but he does at least know that whatever happens will happen to him alone.
He listens, carefully, trying to hear the sounds of the crowd. He wonders just how much Ginger’s shock announcement has raised the buyrates. He wonders if the sacrifice which ACW’s “high priest” has determined must be offered up by either himself or Scott to the ratings God is truly a fair price to be paid…
There is a knock on the door; the match is almost upon them. Victor looks up, and Alicia looks at him; she stands, and then they embrace and hold one another for a few seconds. It’s as if they don’t want to let one another go… in case this is the last time.
Finally they part, and Victor “Latino” Laureano straightens his back and walks without hesitation to the door. He leaves the room, and Alicia just watches the door close. She is still at a loss as to explain just what the man she loves has done to be placed in such a situation.
She looks around her once more at the unfamiliar room, and thinks to herself with sadness that it’s not simply the venue which is causing her unease. It’s as if the fed she loves is beginning to slip away right in front of her eyes…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:15:29 GMT -5
Segment: Killing James Foster (Credit: Hunter)
Let's skip the foreplay, shall we? I've never been a big fan of it, literally or metaphorically. For the literal part, it's just a way for the woman to feel important...well, that's what one of my ex-girlfriends told me, anyways. I've always felt that it's just their way of getting horny because, let's face it, they're not always horny. And so those...non-horny and non-skanky women always wonder why we guys like the skanky ones. The reason? They don't fuck around with foreplay. Those girls INSTANTLY give it to us, skipping all that sensual "touch my shoulder, rub my feet" bullshit. Foreplay is God's way of saying, "see, women AREN'T flawless." And those who don't engage in it usually have some STD or something, which just heightens my point of "women are not perfect." Wait, shit, I'm rambling...what was I going on about? Oh, right, foreplay. We're skipping it. Why? Because we all know it's a fucking waste of time. Now, I know what you're thinking: why in the fuck are you comparing your situation at the moment to sex? Because it's the easiest metaphor I could think of. But anyways...
I grip the gun tightly in my right hand, and I raise it slowly to about his eye level. We had just gotten through the small army of his bodyguards, and Tom was waiting for me on the other side of the room. I continue to take step after step, bringing myself closer and closer to James' chair. Its back is facing me, and thereby, HIS back is facing me. He glances outside at the darkness through his tall, fragile window, and sighs slowly. My gun is steady, and I stop a couple of feet short of his desk. It's like something out of a James Bond movie. I'm half-expecting him to spin around in his chair, petting a cat, and then nonchalantly remind me of my name. The chair slowly begins to spin around, and when it completes its 180 turn, James' eyes are still focused on the ground. Eventually he looks up...and flies out of his chair.
James: WHAT THE FUCK!?
Well so much for nonchalant. His chair is slightly off to the side of his desk; it apparently had enough logic to realize that this is not a good position for it to be in. He stares at me, completely perplexed, but all the while I still keep my gaze firmly on him, and I keep my gun raised perfectly to his chest.
James: Is this some sort of a fucking joke?
Yes, James. This is a joke. Your front door has been torn off. Your living room is covered in blood. Your bodyguards are dead. And it's all a big fucking joke.
He continues to stare at me, and now my wit has reached its peak. I can't help but have fun with this.
What's the matter, James? You look like you've seen a fucking ghost.
Whoever said cliches aren't amusing was...well...incorrect. Under the right circumstances, they definitely can be.
James: ...FUCK YOU!
It's like something Mamet would write, honestly. I wonder which of us is Pacino...
James: Get the FUCK away from me!
He lunges at one of the drawers in his desk, but I instantly whip his face with my gun, causing him to fly into his window. He grabs his nose, and then stares at his crimson hand with horror.
James: You MOTHERFUCKER! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
With what weapon?
James: I don't need a fucking weapon. I'll strangle you. I'll fucking grab your fucking neck and strangle you to death.
You know, I might be moderately threatened...if it wasn't for the fact that I have the fucking gun.
He begins to breathe very heavily, and he looks around desperately for some sort of advantage. But he can't find it; I made sure of that ages ago.
James: ...f...FUCK YOU!
Yes, you made that clear already. Let's get a bit original here.
James: How the fuck are you still breathing? Huh? You fucking BASTARD!
...seriously, who's the Machine?
Tom didn't kill me. That's probably because he realized the kind of treachery involved in killing your own friends.
James: Because you fucked up!
Once. I killed the wrong man. It's nothing to return the favor over.
James: FUCK YOU, MAN! FUCK YOU!
Christ, what's the point in having fun if all you're going to do is just say "fuck" again and again?
James: You're not going to fucking kill me! Are you fucking kidding me? I'll fucking kill you.
He's like a child, honestly.
I find that hard to believe.
James: You doubt me? YOU FUCKING DOUBT ME? I'll fucking kill---
Yeah, I get that. I mean I find it hard to believe that you don't think I'll kill you.
He backs up slightly, reclining against the window, chuckling nervously.
James: Haha...you fucking...cocksucker. Of course you're not going to kill me. It's been over a year since you've done that.
I raise my eyebrow...visibly.
Oh?
James: Of course. You're a fucking pussy, man, a fucking pussy. You ran away from all of this because you're fucking scared. SCARED of this? You fucking...you're a COWARD!
...seriously, why am I listening to him?
James: Come on, fucker. Try it. TRY IT.
Don't test me, James.
He chuckles slowly, and then this turns into almost a laugh riot.
James: You're fucking hysterical, man. A fucking JOKE. You fucking think you can fuck with me? I'll kill your fucking ass. You fucking coward.
Any last words?
James: Yeah.
Pause.
James: FUCK YOU!
I roll my eyes and groan. It's not going to be fun if this is all that happens. I might as well just finish him off already.
All right, James. I just want you to know one thing before you die: I'm not sorry.
James: Sorry? Sorry about what? FUCK sorry. FUCK YOU. I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!
I raise the gun from his chest to his head.
James: Is that supposed to fucking scare me? FUCK YOU. You don't have the---
Silencers always make the hole smaller. I suppose that's for the better at the moment, really, because I'm getting tired of the headless corpses. He falls back against the window, bleeding all over it...and oddly enough, he's still slightly breathing, even blinking. I grab his desk and rotate it so that the shorter side is facing him, and then I push it forward into him, and lift it up and throw it onto him. All of this leads to the weight of the desk breaking the window and falling down hard to the ground three stories below...but not before taking him with it. Tom instantly charges into the room and sees the desk-less, window-less, James-less room, and then looks at me oddly.
Tom: ...wha---?
He was getting on my fucking nerves. I told you you should have accompanied me.
He says nothing, and instead joins me before the broken window. We look down together, and after I few moments I smile. Tom looks at me oddly yet again, and now I begin to laugh.
So that was it.
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He doesn't really know what to say. Recently his past actions have been catching up to him, and he has been unable to ignore what he had done. And this case is no different. How...how would he do that to James? Or anyone, for that matter? No human being deserves that kind of treatment. He rubs his face in his hands again, and then throws on his cloak and leaves the room hastily. He's only a little late, but even such a tiny lateness can throw off his entire schedule. He doesn't want any unexpected meetings with anyone. He just wants to get ready. But even so, it won't pay off for him...not in the way he thinks, at least.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:16:30 GMT -5
When Things Can Only Get Worse....They Do Part III (Credit: Jake) The nunchuck. That’s kind of the American name given to the nunchaku, or duel-section staff. The origin of this weapon is actually unknown, coming either from China or from the Japanese Island of Okinawa. A nunchaku is two sections of wood connected by a cord or chain, though variants may include additional sections of wood and chain. Chinese nunchaku tend to be rounded, whereas the Japanese version has an octagonal cross-section.
The modern nunchaku can be made from any suitable material: from wood, metal, or almost any plastic or fiberglass material, commonly covered with foam to prevent self-injury or the injury of others. It is not uncommon to see modern nunchaku made from light metals such as aluminum. Modern equivalents of the rope are nylon cord or metal chains on ball bearing joints. Simple nunchaku may be easily constructed from wooden dowels and a short length of chain.And right about now, Jake Cheng is pretty glad the weapon is still around today. Not only will this hopefully help him win the Fallen Heroes battle royale, but it will save his ass as five men of all different sizes, all carrying weapons and wearing matching suits, encircle and close in on him. These Yakuza gang members get closer and closer as Jake presses the Y-button to duel wield his nunchaku and then makes the first move. He whips the left chuck to his left side to take out a man carrying a small knife. A large man carrying a ball and chain lunges forward and throws the ball at Jake’s head. Jake ducks and maneuvers his way up to the man unscathed. The ‘bigger they are, the harder they fall’ rule definitely applies here as Jake throws a hard right kick to the groin. At the same time he is also blocking a man behind him who tried to use his kamas to dig into Jake’s head. A well placed back kick with the same leg that knocked down the big man stuns this next man, and then a chuck to the head will take him out. The numbers game is seriously reduced, going from 5 on 1 down to 2 on 1. The next man to come at Jake carried a long bo staff. The man didn’t need to move forward, he could have hit Jake where he was standing but he did anyway. Then Jake was hit from behind, sending him straight from the bo staff. But he managed to duck to the left and get around behind the carrier. A quick elbow took him out and left him staring at his last opponent. It’s the man he insulted, and also a fellow nunchuck user. The man starts doing a routine with the nunchucks and stops after a flawless routine. That’s Jake’s cue to start his own routine. The two start there own routines to one up each other. I don’t feel like describing it, but it went a lot better than this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=kupjf79N-Rg&mode=related&search=But then the winner is decided when the Yakuza member takes himself out with a shot to the face from his own nunchuck. Jake looks around at the men that he just took out. He puts his nunchucks away and surveys the scene. He wipes his sweaty hands off on his pants and turns to walk away. Unluckily for him there is another man standing there, his fist already flying at Jake. And just like that Jake is out. The man drags him away and throws him into a black van and walking up his friends. Hopefully to be continued....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:18:41 GMT -5
Match 2: Respect vs. Career Match Scott Andrews vs. Victor "Latino" Laureano (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::FALLEN HEROES::.. CAREER VS. RESPECT ..::FALLEN HEROES::..
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Scott Andrews w/Butch Age: 23 Height: 6’0” Weight: 220pds Hometown: Denver, Colorado
Victor “Latino” Laureano Age: 28 Height: 5'9 Weight: 244 lbs Hometown: New York, New York INTRO:
Phillip: This contest is schedualed for one fall and is a CAREER VS. RESPECT MATCH!
The fans pop.
Phillip: First, coming to the ring with Butch, from Denver Colorado weighing in at 220 pounds … this is SCOTT ANDREWS!!!!!!
The lights go out as a red tint fills over the entire arena. “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” begins to play across the audio system. It builds slowly until the bass drum kicks in and Scott Andrews walks out to a chorus of boos. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a huge grin on his face and wipes his chin with his thumb a couple of times (Val Venis style). As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp with a confident smile, he performs a 'gun' taunt, which he 'waves' at the audience. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his prized jacket and waiting for his opponent.
OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!
Phillip: And his opponent, from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 244 pounds. This is the former World Champion – LATINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
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 cheer the former World Champion. Latino 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. He then jumps on the ring apron and holds up an arm, garnering another round of cheers from the crowd as he slips inside the ring. He and Andrews stand nose to nose, toe to toe while the ref calls for the bell!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~AND WE ARE UNDERWAY! Andrews and Latino lock up in the middle of the ring with Andrews putting Latino in a headlock right away. Latino rocks back and then shoots Andrews off of him with his momentum, causing Andrews to hit the ropes and bounce back with great force! Latino braces for a shoulder block, Scott hits and barely moves. Both men look at each other in the eye for a few moments before Scott throws a big punch in Latino’s direction knocking him off base. Latino shoots forward with a punch of his own that also stuns Andrews back. The crowd is getting into this as they take note that both men, at the moment, are equal in the early start of this match. Scott goes back to what has worked thus far, brute force as he swings wildly at Latino. Latino ducks, spins Andrews around and lifts him up and down across his knee for an atomic drop! Andrews shoots up signing soprano and Latino welcomes him to the mat with a Lariat! Andrews hits hard and he’ll find no time to rest as Latino is already on top of him! Maxwell McNally: We are witnessing the fighting spirit of Latino tonight folks! Those strikes are hitting hard and hitting fast! Latino leaps up and heads to the ropes bouncing off of them to gather momentum, setting his sites on Andrew’s back in the process. Scott can almost sense it coming and rolls to his right and fears the air of a running Latino across his back. As he quickly rises to his feet, Latino has already bounced off the opposite ropes and is heading back right towards him. Andrews quickly ducks down and grabs Latinos arm and flips him over his back with an arm drag takeover. Latino lands on his knees and skids out of the ring between the bottom and second rope! Andrews immediately runs towards the ropes, springs off of them for a Moonsault and crashes down upon Latino on the arena floor! “Fast” Eddie Edison: That was a sickening “thud” you just heard folks. I wouldn’t be surprised if Latino has a few broken bones after that collision! Andrews quickly pulls Latino up off the canvas and Irish Whips him into the announce table! Maxwell and Eddie rock back a bit as Latino’s back collides against the wooden frame! He immediately falls to his knees in pain and Andrews walks over toward Edison and pushes him off his chair! “Fast” Eddie Edison: What are you doing Andrews?! What’s the matter with you! Andrews ignores Edison and picks up his chair and heads back toward Latino! The fans rise expecting some chair action approaching! Andrews holds the chair high above his head, leaving his chest and abdomen completely exposed and Latino works that in his favor as he leaps up and nails Andrews with an European uppercut, stunning him! Latino combos with a vicious facebreaker DDT on the padded concrete floor! The fans pop big time and Latino grabs Andrews chair and raises it up into the air. He looks at the crowd to get their reaction and they are behind his every action! Maxwell McNally: It looks like the ref is going to let them go Edison and the crowd gives Latino a huge “Thumbs Up”! Latino swings the chair down upon Andrew’s back and Scott is blasted into next week! Andrews is rolling on the padded concrete in pain thanks to the chair shot, and Latino is making his way up onto the guardrail! The fans watch on in amazement as he leaps up on top of it, spins and puts himself into perfect position for a … “Fast” Eddie Edison: FROGSPLASH!!!!! Latino leaps off and crashes down upon Andrews on the floor! The fans ERUPT at the sight of this and so does Latino himself! He leaps up off of Andrews and displays pure, raw emotion as if his soul was on the line for this match as he pumps his fist into the air, causing the crowd to erupt more! Looking up at the ref in the ring, Latino senses that he wont break the 10 count again, so he quickly picks Andrews up off the concrete and rolls him back into the ring where he shortly joins him. Latino lifts Andrews up off the canvas and slaps on a sleeper hold that he wrenches in tight. Andrews instincts kick in and he tries to struggle his way out of it but Latino cranks it in even harder! Maxwell McNally: Andrews is struggling like a dog caught in a bear trap, but he’s going to have to travel a long way to get to the ropes Eddie! “Fast” Eddie Edison: That right there is how you can tell a vet from a rook, Latino knew exactly where he wanted to put Andrews before locking that sleeper on. PERFECT ring awareness! You can say all you want about Scott Andrews, but the man is a fighter – as Latino is finding out now. Scott manages to pull himself towards the ropes in under a minute and is almost to freedom when Latino decides that his sleeper is futile and releases the hold. His hopes is to quickly gain the advantage once again with another maneuver, but Andrews puts a stop to that thought as he reaches behind and grabs Latino by a handful of trunks. He shoots Latino between the 2nd and 3rd ropes right into the steel ringpost … right onto his shoulder. Latino staggers backward and Andrews pops up and grabs him for a German suplex! Latino hits hard, but his fighting spirit shows again as he pops back up onto his feet, causing a look of dismay to come across Scott’s face! Andrews responds by sending a shoulder block into Latino’s midsection, bending him over and leaving him wide open for Andrews! Scott lifts him up and nails him with a Northern Lights Suplex that hits hard! Andrews cranks his fist in the air knowing he got Latino good with that one, and lifts Victor up off the canvas. He puts him in a grapple, but Latino shows he is not going down anytime soon by reaching down and grabbing Andrew’s leg and flipping him over for a Fisherman’s Suplex pin! ONE!
TWO!!
T…. KICK OUT!!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:19:02 GMT -5
“Fast” Eddie Edison: SUPLEX CITY! Maxwell McNally: Mr. Andrews does NOT look happy! Scott Andrews: It’s time for another assassination. And Latino, unfortunately, it’s you!!! With those words Andrews leaps to his feet and catches a rising Latino with a massive Lariat! Latino falls head first back into the mat and his head actually bounces up off the canvas! The fans see this sickening sight and Andrews quickly capitalizes on this by jumping on Latino and hooking his leg! ONE!
TWO!
THR… KICK OUT!!!! “Fast” Eddie Edison: NO! He cannot get the three count! Andrews rolls off of Latino and slams his fist into the mat in frustration! Though usually Latino has speed on his side against any man, tonight Scott is actually taking Latino off guard by demonstrating his own quickness. This occurs yet again as he beats Latino his feet, leaving Latino wide open for any offensive attack. Andrews goes into his bag of tricks and pulls out the RELOAD! His boot catches all of Latino and the legend is once again finding himself on the mat! Scott KNOWS he has this match in the bag now and attempts another cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THRE… KICK OUT!!!! Andrews rolls off Latino and claps his head as if he had a headache! Scott Andrews: Son of a BITCH! Scott looks over at Butch and gives him a look of “what more do I have to do” and Butch shrugs his shoulders! Andrews is still in the drivers seat and he knows it as he quickly plots his next move. Andrews hits the second rope and springboards to the top rope where he flips around for a Hurricanerana! Latino backs away and Andrews hits the mat hard! Latino quickly reaches down and grabs onto Andrews, and takes him up into the air with a suplex, the start of the Three Shots! He nails the first! BOOM! Swivels his hips, never losing his hold on Andrews as he goes into position for another suplex! BOOM! Here comes the third! Latino swivels up again, but his grip becomes a tad lose and Andrews takes advantage of it! Instead of a third shot, the fans are treated to a WICKED Swinging DDT counter by Andrews! Fans: Boooooooooooooo! The fans are on him like nobodies business as one of their favorite moves does not come to a successful conclusion, but Andrews quite frankly could give a damn. Andrews with a pick up and Irish Whip to the ropes. Immediately he distracts the ref while Butch pulls the rope down from the outside, causing Latino to fall between the ropes and onto the floor! Latino is trying to pull himself up off the canvas as Butch begins to stomp on him. Meanwhile in the ring, Andrews continues to distract the ref, but finally the ref wises up and immediately rushes to the ropes to pull back Butch! Butch is warned and he walks away with his hands up while his man Andrews rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. He grabs a hold of Latino’s arm and goes to whip him into the steel ringpost, but Latino reverses and Scott eats METAL! Andrews bounces back, shell shocked and Latino crawls back into the ring! He heads to the top rope and every fan in the arena rises to their feet! He positions himself for a DRUNK STUMBLE! He leaps off with it and collides onto Andrews body on the floor! Latino rolls off Andrews in pain … for that also took a lot out of him. Maxwell McNally: If only that was done in the middle of the ring, Latino would have this match won! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I totally agree, Latino has to suck this up and get Scott back into the ring somehow! As if Latino could hear them talking, he does exactly that as he musters up enough strength to pick up Andrews and roll him back into the ring. He quickly lays on top of him for the cover! Has Andrews had enough time to recover! ONE!
TWO!!
THR.. KICK OUT!!!! Yes! Scott kicks out and Latino now displays frustration. Knowing that his whole career lies upon this one match, he digs as deep as he can and puts on a display of wrestling that will forever be remembered! He picks Andrews up onto his feet and looks at the crowd. They know what’s coming! Here comes the SHAKE … THE RATTLE… AND THE ROLL! All three punches connect and Andrews is finished off by a huge discus lariat! Andrews finds no time to relax as Latino picks him up and places him on top of the farthermost turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the top as well, sending a few punches into Andrew’s midsection for good measure, and then hooks him belly to belly for the RICAN SENSATION! Where will they land! ONLY TWO MEN KNOW! Maxwell McNally: OUT OF THE WAY EDISON! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh no NOT AGAIN! ~!~CRACK~!~ That is the sound echoing throughout the arena as Latino and Andrews are sent from the top turnbuckle straight through the announcers table down below! Even this subtitle Japanese crowd rises and chants something American crowds are most accustomed to! Crowd *Chanting, translation for Japanese*: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! The ref leaps out of the ring to check on both men. Butch shows his concern by immediately walking towards Andrews and trying to get a response from him. In any normal situation, the ref would call this match a draw after a standing 10 count – but this isn’t any normal situation. Tonight our ref has been instructed by Gingerdude to “let them go” based on the magnitude of the match. Two minutes pass and we finally have a motion from one of the wrestlers – that being Latino. He rolls to the ring and struggles to pull himself up but eventually gets there. He rolls back inside where he keeps one eye focused on Andrews. As Scott rises, he also struggles to make it to the ring but manages to shake enough cobwebs off to get back into this match – for the moment. As he climbs up onto the apron, Latino leaps up for a SUPERKICK! Andrews has different thoughts however, as he takes the ref, who is standing between both men, and shoves him directly into the kick!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:19:31 GMT -5
~!~WHAM~!~ The ref gets KO’ed into NEXT WEEK and Andrews immediately looks over to Butch who sees his “cue”. From the otherside of the ring, Butch slides a chair into the ring and Andrews drops his shoulder into Latino’s stomach from the outside to give him enough time to make it to it. Within seconds, Andrews has the chair and Latino is in trouble! Andrews cranks him with the chair repeatedly, treating Latino like a cow in a slaughterhouse! ~!~BAM~!~
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~!~BAM~!~ Maxwell McNally: We’ll folks, we are back on the air and we apologize for the delay but that’s what happens when you’re this close to the action! Now whats going on in the ring I certainly cannot condone! Once again Andrews can’t put Latino away so he resorts to these tactics! ~!~BAM~!~
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~!~BAM~!~ “Fast” Eddie Edison: We need to get a ref out here Max! I’ve counted at least 8 chair shots already! Indeed it has been eight … but here comes NINE! ~!~BAM~!~ Andrews pummels Latino on the canvas with another chair shot and then hears Butch screaming on the outside “Here comes another ref!” Andrews quickly tosses the chair out of the ring and covers Latino! He looks over at the ref running to the ring and cries out .. Scott Andrews: COUNT, DAMN IT! He gets his wish as the ref slides into the ring and welcomes his hand to the mat! ONE!
TWO!!
THRE……. KICK OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Fans: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! “Fast” Eddie Edison: LATINO KICKS OUT! OH WHAT HEART AND PASSION! Andrews CANNOT believe it. What normal man kicks out of NINE chair shots? LATINO, that’s who! Andrews gets up and immediately walks over to Butch and looks down upon him, screaming out the following. Scott Andrews: That’s IT. I’m putting this bastard AWAY! Andrews turns around and picks up Latino and Irish Whips him into the nearest turnbuckle! Latino bounces off and stumbles out collapsing onto his feet! Andrews hits the ropes and shoots off with great speed and drives everything he has into Latino’s face, nailing him with a shining wizard! Maxwell McNally: I think Latino just spit up a tooth or two! I cant full tell from my angle, but he is most certainly busted open! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Blood is pouring from the mouth of the former World Champion! Indeed it is. Latino is spitting blood and Andrews is delighted with this. He lets out a huge “YES” as he looks over at Butch and proclaims “No more playing around – its over”. Andrews sizes up Latino and as soon as he is in position, he reaches down into his ANGER… and lets loose with a HEADSHOT! However, Scott’s body is so out of control with emotion, that it is a little to the left allowing Latino to escape! This leaves Andrews completely wide open, a perfect time for a SWITCH BLADE CUT! Latino leaps up and hooks Andrews head and just drives it into the canvas! Andrews is HAMMERED and the fans leap to their feet as Latino covers! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: The winner of this match - … what? Suddenly, Phillip is waved off by the ref! It appears as he smacked the mat a final time, he looked up and SAW ANDREW’S LEG ON THE ROPES! How did it get up there so fast? Your answer: BUTCH! Butch reached up and put Scott’s leg on the ropes, saving him at the last second! The crowd is enraged, even for Japanese fans! Phillip: Sorry folks, Andrew’s leg was on the ropes! This match continues! Maxwell McNally: There is no doubt about it, if it wasn’t for Butch, Scott would have lost this match! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Multiple times already! Latino saw what happened from the corner of his eye and decides ENOUGH is ENOUGH! He rolls outside the ring and begins to chase Butch around the ring! They do one full jaunt around the ring before Butch rolls inside causing Latino to follow! However, as Latino rises to his feet … ANDREWS CATCHES HIM WITH A KNEELIFT TO HIS JAW… SENDING HIM DOWN LIKE A TON OF BRICKS! It was a TRAP! Latino clutches his jaw in pain and Andrews looks at Butch who simply responds... Butch: It’s time. Butch leaps up onto the ref, causing him to distract the ref YET AGAIN! Ref: Get out or I’ll eject you! Butch is pleading his case, allowing Andrews to slide out of the ring and where he goes to his briefcase, opening it up and pulling out a .. “Fast” Eddie Edison: A tranquilizer gun?! Oh this is about to get DANGEROUS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:20:40 GMT -5
Andrews leaps back up onto the ring apron with it, and while this has been going on, Latino has recovered enough to get back onto his feet, where he sees Andrews on the outside tinkering with something! As he rushes to take Scott down from behind, Andrews quickly spins around and shoots Latino in the shoulder with a trank at point blank rage! Maxwell McNally: Oh lord now I’ve seen it all. This is despicable! Andrews has resorted to every means to win this match and has not been able to pull it out! So what does he do? He drugs the man – that’s the only way he’s going to win! Latino: ………………. Are Latino’s words, or non words if you will, as he looks at his shoulder with huge eyes and quickly pulls out the dart. He tosses it onto the mat and staggers back, feeling the effects of the trank almost immediately. Latino’s legs begin to wobble. Andrews has a grin on his face that spreads from ear to ear, as he watches the living ACW legend struggle to barely stand. For Scott, its now “play time” and he is going to make the most out of this moment. As Latino wobbles towards Andrews, he swings wildly at him, but Andrews easily backs up and avoids every shot. Finally on a third wild punch, Latino’s momentum takes him right towards his back Maxwell McNally: This has got to STOP! He is making a mockery out of Latino… his career! This is about as low as you can go! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Indeed Max, but what are you going to do? The ref didn’t see it, he has no choice but to allow this match to continue. Maxwell McNally: It’s just sickening to put a man down like this. And with a match of this magnitude! Andrew’s laughs before dropping to his knees and making the cover! Many fans turn away from the ring .. ONE!
TWO!!
THRE… KICK OUT!!!!!!!! Fans: WHAT?! Yes indeed, LATINO HAS KICKED OUT! What soul! Andrews grabs the ref around the color and screams... Andrews: THAT WAS A THREE COUNT! Ref: Sir, if you don’t let go of me, I will disqualify you! Latino staggers up, looking as if he was drunk in the process. He almost falls down a couple of times but manages to stagger behind an arguing Andrews, spin him around and drop him with a SECOND SWITCHBLADE CUT! The fans are going WILD! However, Latino is too dazed, too drugged to make the cover! With SO MUCH HEART, SO MUCH PASSION…. THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION MANAGES TO TAKE HIS ARM AND PLACE IT ACROSS SCOTT’S CHEST! The ref drops down and the world takes a long, deep breath! ONE!
TWO!!
.. KICK OUT! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Andrews STILL cannot put him away! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! Andrews has no emotion left to respond with. He simply rises and watches Latino try to do the same. Almost like he is sleep walking, Latino rises, but cannot do anything else. The trank is set in… too deep, too hard. Its almost a miracle that he is standing on his own effort! Andrews once again looks over to Butch and another plan is executing. Knowing he will either be DQ’ed or ejected for entering the ring again, Andrews this time grabs a hold of the ref, covering his view. From the other side of the ring, Butch once again enters! Latino has no idea he’s there, or where he is for that matter therefore what happens next is totally out of his control! Butch runs up to Latino and absolutely OBLITERATES LATINO WITH A RUNNING KENTA KICK! Butch rolls out of the ring and dusts himself off before looking at the crowd smiling. They boo him from the top of the rafters to the front row! Maxwell McNally: You know as well as I do Eddie, we do NOT comment on the officiating. It’s just professional. But after tonight … *chokes up* Its just not right. Not like this. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Max..? Maxwell McNally: It’s like watching a damn wounded animal! Maxwell begins to choke up as he is running on full emotion having to watch the travesty in the ring. Edison comforts him by patting his back, and both men look away from the ring where Andrews drags Latino into the center. He mocks Latino by shimming left and right, causing the fans to uproar in anger yet again – that is, most of those who decide to watch this. Many fans are openly sobbing, standing up and walking to the exits. Back in the ring, Andrews finally shows Latino mercy. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! And with that, the fire, the passion, the soul … finally goes out. Phillip: And your winner …. SCOTT ANDREWS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:21:14 GMT -5
As the bell sounds echoes throughout the arena everyone in the arena is in utter shock. Despite many of Latino’s past fights and close counters he’s always come out of it and tonight…it looks as if his luck has run out. Scott Andrews quickly rolls out of the ring and the look on his face is too much to describe. The joy and satisfaction running through his body is something that he probably won’t be able to get back. It’s then that the hissing starts, and quickly begins to mount into a surge of anger from the crowd; Scott wisely makes a fast move to the back, though he can’t resist raising an arm to the crowd in mockery. As he goes behind the curtains, Latino finally starts to wake up, and what was threatening to become an extremely ugly scene diffuses into near-quiet once again.
Latino, still prone on the mat, shakes his head a little and looks around the arena. The pieces finally come to together as the last few moments of the match play though his head over and over again.
He can’t believe himself what just happened and even looks at the Referee to tell him his arm was up….or his foot was on the rope. ….Something that would allow for a loophole to get out of this situation. After a few moments, Latino slowly stands up as he runs his fingers through his hair multiple times. He walks unsteadily to the ropes and leans himself against them as the event and moment still hasn’t hit him completely. He looks at a few fans close by and many of them are chanting his name over and over again, a word which the entire Japanese crowd knows as well as their American counterparts….
LATINO! LATINO! LATINO! LATINO!
He wipes a tear from his eye as he steps between the ropes and then looks once again around the arena. Moments later, Latino jumps down from the ring apron but not with the usual energy that he embodies in countless other matches. Latino slaps hands with a few fans and then lets his arm drop down as he slowly walks down toward the entrance. He stops at the entrance as the fans continue to chant his name. The camera pans to the left around Latino and reveals that Alicia has come out on to the stage; ACW’s favorite couple stare at one another as no words need to be said. They meet somewhere in the middle and embrace in a hug that has been seen more times than most people can count…. But this time there is a huge difference and meaning behind it. The fans now change their chant slightly and it gets the attention of Latino that causes him to break his loving embrace…
PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO!
Latino wipes a couple of tears from his eyes as his career seems to run through his mind.
His training in Puerto Rico……..
His arrival in GFWWE…….
His nearly winning of Intercontinental……
His tag teaming with Mayor Quimby…….
His first time meeting the woman that he now calls his wife……………..
His countless battles with BK London…..
His struggle to the top and World Championship win……..
…..His final night……in ACW……
Latino turns around and Alicia does the same. She walks through the curtains first and Latino glances back at the crowd one more time. He raises an arm and then slaps his chest slowly a few times and then takes his final walk through the ACW curtains……..
* fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:22:27 GMT -5
When Things Can Only Get Worse....They Do Part Four (Credit: Mr. Cheng)
As he wakes up, things are still blurry for Jake Cheng, but they eventually with come back into focus. It wouldn’t really matter because there is nothing to focus on since his head is covered with a black bag. Jake moves his arm to remove it so he can see where he is. But he can’t remove it. He can’t even move his arm. ‘Am I paralyzed?’ he thinks. He tries to move his legs but is restricted. He moves his fingers to help disprove his theory.
Then the light. Jake looks around after his pupils adjust to the light. He notices his wrists and ankles tied to the chair he is sitting in. Unfortunately, he is surrounded by five bruised and one unbruised Yakuza members, the one who’s mother he insulted standing in front of him. He prepares to strike Jake and Jake prepares for impact but it doesn’t come. Jake opens one eye to see what’s taking so long and sees the arm being held back by a shorter and larger man, presumably the boss.
Boss: What is going on here?
Insulted Man: This man insulted my mot....
Boss: Do you realize who this man is? This is Jake Cheng!
Jake smiles and very large smile. He struggles a bit and the boss makes a signal to the other man and they start to untie the knots.
Boss: This man is a wrestler.....he is tag team partners with BK London!
Jake’s smile fades as he stands up and grabs his wrists. He stares a hole into the boss.
Boss: Wait....the Fallen Heroes battle royale is starting soon. We need to get him back to the Tokyo Dome, I have a bet on BK London winning.
The boss turns to Jake.
Boss: Is there anything I can do to repay you for my goons kidnapping you?
Jake: Well, could I have my nunchucks back? And a ride to the Tokyo Dome?
Jake looks around while a man gets him his nunchucks back. And then he sees it...
Jake: AND THAT SNICKERS BAR!
Boss: Oh of course. I prefer Milky Way anyway.
Jake: Me too. I just like that...
But before Jake can continue his candy ramble, he is carried away by several men into a black van, this time hopefully bring him to the Tokyo Dome. Mission Accomplished.
There’s Only One More Part...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:23:01 GMT -5
Segment: Mediocrity, No More (Credit: BK)
As we fade in from the last segment, the camera briefly pans throughout the sold out Tokyo Dome with a record setting 61,832 people in attendance tonight. Each fan appears to be anticipating the next contest of the evening, whatever it may be, but they are taken a bit offguard when the arena plunges into darkness. Murmurs from the Japanese fans can be heard circulating throughout the arena as they attempt to figure out what's going on, but suddenly a voice is heard - a very familiar voice.
??: Can you believe that is has been nearly three years? Nearly three years since I first stepped into an ACW ring? On July 1st 2004, BK London made his debut, and sure everyone thought I was just another cocky, arrogant, self-absorbed, son of a bitch. But little did they know - they had no idea what kind of wrestler - no - SUPERSTAR they had on their hands. And now, nearly three years later, April 28th 2007 - I stand before you, the most accomplished superstar in ACW History.
A spotlight shines on the middle of the ring, and sitting there appears to be BK London. BK gets a great applause from the Japanese fans, but he doesn't appear to be in the ring to play towards the crowd tonight. Tonight, he looks to get something off of his chest.
BK: I am the FIRST and ONLY Grand Slam Champion in ACW History, winning the Light Heavyweight, Entertainment, International, Tag Team, and ACW Heavyweight Championship - some on more than one occasion. I have won numerous awards at ACW Awards shows, Best Match, Best Heel, Best Turn among many others - but with all my accomplishments, with all I have gave to ACW throughout all the years, I have yet to do one thing. I have yet to main event the biggest show of them all....Omega Effect.
BK points up to the Omega Effect III sign in the sky, as it hovers over the fans in the Tokyo Dome. The sign is a constant reminder of what the people in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale are fighting for, along with the right to become ACW Heavyweight Champion.
BK: Tonight, tonight I have the opportunity to add another achievement to my list of accolades, Fallen Heroes Battle Royale Winner 2007. But to do that, I have to go through 29 other men. I have to outlast superstars such as, Rattlesnake, Starkweather, Thunderkiss, Scott Andrews, Jay Zero among many others who also vow to be the last man standing in this ring. All of them have the same drive, all of them have the same passion to become No.1, but none of them possess it like I do. You see, the main thing that set asides me, from everyone else in the match is that I am the only former ACW Heavyweight Champion going into the match. I have been to the top of the mountain. I know what it feels to have the gold strapped around your waist. I understand how it is to be the crown jewel of the company. But I also know how it is to be on that amazing high, and have it all taken away in just THREE SECONDS.
BK holds up three fingers.
BK: People argue that the 'insatiable hunger' that everyone else posesses will deny me of that win.
BK chuckles to himself bit.
BK: If you really sucker yourself into believing that, then you will be in for a big surprise tonight. Everyone else is in to prove something, to prove that they are the best, to prove that they are the next big thing. Well let me tell you something, I don't need to prove that. I am the BEST, I am THE BIG THING. For the past three years, superstars have come and gone, and I have continued to stay at the top of my game. Like other veterans, I don't succumb to defeat by the hands of these new nobodies. I meet these new challengers, defeat them, and stand ready for the next one who thinks they can take me off my game.
The camera closes in as BK continues to talk.
BK: Since November, I have stepped away from the ACW World Title scene, but I have not forgotten about it. I have watched as new challengers have stepped up to the plate, and come within seconds of winning the match, but choke at the last very second. I have watched as you fans are lead to believe that these run-of-the-mill contenders are some sort of greatness to be bestowed on ACW. You people are lead to believe that these champions...these CHAMPIONS, that revel in their newfound mediocrity, are of high quality because of these contenders. When I win the ACW Fallen Heroes Battle Royale tonight, I shall show you what a REAL, CREDIBLE contender is. And then at Omega Effect, the dark cloud that has made its way over ACW since November 2nd will be cleared, and it will be morning again...because I WILL become the ACW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:23:44 GMT -5
Segment: Marking (Credit: Freeman / Hunter)
As the scene fades in, the fans are able to make out the shape of a traveling man, as they usually are (unless said man turns out to be a woman; but this is rare). When the fading is complete, the fans can see that said man is Brimstone, and he walks with a light air to him, although there is clearly something on his mind. Brimstone then stops walking after a few steps and looks over slightly to his left. He did not quite expect this, but he does need to do something to get his mind off of his troubles. The camera zooms out, and the person that Brimstone has sighted is revealed: standing before him is the International Champion, Jason Freeman, looking to be in a confident mood. Once he sees Brimstone look at him, he approaches with a smirk on his face.
Freeman: Well, hey, how are you doing? It’s nice to see a former champion, such as yourself. How’s life been treating you? I mean, I’m sure that losing the title must have been a blessing in disguise. It’s a lot of pressure, you know?
Freeman sighs, and continues on, obviously trying to get Brimstone to react. Brimstone, however, looks at Freeman with no expression on his face, as he obviously knows what Freeman is doing. Freeman looks up to see how Brimstone is reacting to his comments, and is visibly disappointed as he isn't rewarded for his efforts. Obviously hoping that he can get Brimstone angry, he continues on, this time trying harder and taking a much more direct approach.
Freeman: I mean, sure, being a champion’s great and all, but it isn’t everything. For example… well, actually, it DOES mean that you are the top of your division. And this title IS the stepping stone to the World Title. It does solidify you on the roster, huh? I mean sure, you've always been impressive, but a title just tells everybody who you are. Especially guys like us. You know...guys who are relatively new. We need to make some kind of lasting impression. For example, I am the third longest reigning Entertainment Champion in history. That’s pretty cool. And I think you may have one of the top 5 shortest International Title reigns in history. That’s a big impact, huh?
Freeman grins and looks up again at Brimstone, and again gets visibly frustrated at Brimstone’s expression (or lack thereof). Freeman merely shrugs.
Freeman: Ah, I see how it’s going to be. Going for the sulking type of silence. Probably thinking right now how much you wish you were wearing this belt that I wear, and that---
And at this point, Brimstone has heard enough. He steps violently in front of Freeman, and Freeman expects that he has finally awoken Brimstone’s temper. Unfortunately for him, however, Brimstone is not infuriated; quite the opposite, actually. When he speaks, he speaks very calmly and in an incredibly deliberate manner.
Brimstone: I've never been one to warn anyone of anything, but I have been one to make threats. However, part of me feels that resorting to mere scare tactics wouldn't accomplish much. So let's go a bit over that, shall we?
Freeman raises an eyebrow with slight interest as Brimstone continues.
Brimstone: You are fucked. Very...very...very fucked. And not because you've irritated me one too many times. Quite the opposite, in fact, you've amused me. Normally I'd ignore your very existence. But I've been sort of...forced into a position where I need to deal with you.
Brimstone takes a slow step back and quickly sizes up Freeman.
Brimstone: Considering what my little "assignment" is, I'd say it's going to be much easier than I expected. The point is, Freeman, you should be watching your back. And often. And, actually, you should also be watching that title of yours. Because if you're not careful, it won't be yours for much longer.
And at Brimstone’s words, Freeman’s expression is instantly changed. It becomes intense, and his eyes go into a glare. It’s not so much what Brimstone has said, but how he has said it. Brimstone is now the one looking into Freeman’s eyes for a reaction, and Freeman is unfortunately not as good at hiding his emotions. His expression goes from one of anger, to one of confusion as he tries to figure out whether Brimstone meant what he seems to have meant. Freeman decides from Brimstone’s tone that he did. His eyes show a brief glimpse of what looks a bit like nervousness, but that is only there for an instant. It is gone, but Brimstone has caught it. And Freeman knows it. Freeman then finishes off going back to a cocky smirk.
Freeman: Heh, well, we’ll see, Brimmy. I’ve got a match to prepare for. I suppose I’ll be seeing you out there, huh? You ready to witness me rise up to the top before your eyes?
Brimstone: No; it's difficult to be ready for something that won't happen. As far as I'm concerned, you'll be the first one thrown out of that ring...and I'll be the one throwing you. And just a few short minutes later, I will be the one standing victorious in the ring. So you actually better start watching your back sooner.
Freeman once again goes into a cocky smirk, and does his best to seem not in the least bit worried; for one, because he is confident in his abilities, and also because he is trying to be purposely annoying.
Freeman: Well, I think you’re the one who needs to watch yourself. I’m sure you’ve thought you could beat me before…
Freeman gives a wide grin, and sighs as he points to his title belt.
Freeman: Remember how that turned out?
And with that, Freeman turns and walks away pretending to try to hold in laughter, before Brimstone even can get a chance to respond. The camera focuses in on Brimstone’s face, and his eyes are staring after Freeman. His expression is again unreadable, but definitely intense. Eventually, however, it breaks into a cautious smirk, and he turns around and begins to walk down the hallway once more.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:24:52 GMT -5
Segment: “Super T Returns Home”! Credit: T-Kiss
You know what plays for you know whom. The familiar Thunderkiss Alpha Tron video plays, accompanied by a round of Japanese cheers. Out comes TK, dressed up like Super T, the man who used to rule the Japanese wrestling world. Its been many years since Super T has been scene and he is ushered back with thousands of flashbulbs belonging to fans who want to get a picture of this moment. Super T makes his way into the ring and is quickly shown respect by the Japanese crowd who become silent as he picks up the microphone.
Fan *translated from Japanese*: LOOK, ITS …. SUPER T!
Thunderkiss: Well, its been a long time now hasn’t it? But I see you people still love me. Now I want you to know something – I STILL LOVE YOU!
*Fans Clapping*
Maxwell McNally: For you folks at home, that was TK’s nickname during his stint here in Japan years ago.
Thunderkiss: Wow, I missed you guys, I really really did. I mean, this country is like heaven to me. I mean, where you can you buy balls that resemble boobs, games where you poke girls in the ass and houses where you can rent where girls dressed as anime characters call you “master”. What’s not to love about that!?! Oh and how could I forget .. HENTAI!
[Several Japanese males are shown applauding in the front row.]
Thunderkiss: Yeah, that’s why I love you all, you’re all a bunch of perverts like me! I love you guys so much, that I’m going to give you EXACTLY what you want. What you came for. Now tonight, you’ll be put through great boredom having to watch Senator Steve wrestle another RASSLIN’ match again, so to take your minds off that horrendous injustice .. I’m going to sing you people a little song!
Fan *translated*: You mean?! Could it be?!
Thunderkiss: That’s right! On one… two… ONE TWO THREE FOUR! *singing* SUNDAY MONDAY TUES-DAY WEDNES-DAY THURRSDAY … THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY …
Fans *translated*: SUNDAY COMES AGAIN!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh Lord!
[Maxwell is laughing uncontrollably put tries to hide it by covering his face with his hand. Meanwhile, the crowd continues to eat it up as TK begins a second verse!]
Thunderkiss: That’s right! ONE MORE TIME!
*Huge Pop*
Thunderkiss & Japanese crowd *singing*: SUNDAY MONDAY TUES-DAY WEDNES-DAY THURRSDAY … THURSDAY FRIDAY SATURDAY … SUNDAY COMES AGAIN!
[At this very moment, a Pokemon standing upon a huge Bigflow air purifier comes riding to the ring! It is followed up by a dozen Japanese school girls with pom-poms and a giant Godzilla spewing sparks out onto the crowd.]
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What the - ?
Thunderkiss: Together, with the power of the Bigflow, SUPER T SHALL WIN THE FALLEN HEROES BATTLE ROYALE TONIGHT! ISN’T THAT RIGHT PIKACHU?!
Giant Pikachu: PIKA!
[Thunderkiss puts his arm around the giant Pikachu and proclaims…]
Thunderkiss: That’s Pokemon for “Thunderkiss is going to win tonight, get drunk and spend the rest of the night in Japanese whore houses where he shall proceed to spill his seed!
[Suddenly, TK removes his arm from the Pikachu and takes a position right in front of it, trying to see inside the wired breathing mesh.]
Thunderkiss: Man person inside that costume, you smell great. And you feel… rather firm in certain areas…I know what’s in there! A SEXY JAPANESE WOMAN!
Giant Pikachu: PIKA! PIKA! PIKA!
Maxwell McNally: What a national embarrassment! Dear Japan, we apologize for TK molesting your Pokemon.
Thunderkiss: Come on Pika… I need to “prepare” for my match!
[Thunderkiss lifts the Giant Pikachu onto his shoulder and heads out of the ring with the full support of the crowd. Tonight Japan is ACW’s bizzaro world, where most of the crowd is definitely behind one of America’s most hated men. As TK gives the crowd a few fist pumps, a struggling Pikachu waves its little stubby hands in the air toward the camera and lets out one final …]
Giant Pikachu: PIKA!
Thunderkiss: Shut up! I’m going to show you what being a pocket monster is all about bitch!
~FADE~
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:29:01 GMT -5
Segment: "One Final Word" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Kevin Anderson stands in front of an ACW backdrop and looks around.
Kevin: He should be here any minute now.
Kevin sees Rattlesnake walking up, still rubbing his forehead from earlier.
Kevin: Ahh, there you are Rattlesnake. Can I ask you a few questions real quick?
Rattlesnake: Uhh...why not. Just make it quick since I have a pounding headache.
Kevin: What happened?
Rattlesnake scoffs.
Rattlesnake: I got pounded by a lead pipe, okay? Now get on with this.
Kevin: Tonight you are competing in your second Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. Any thoughts running through your mind about that?
Rattlesnake: The only thought is winning. Some of my competitors think they can win. I can't allow that to happen.
Kevin: I see.
Rattlesnake: Tonight, the real star with shine. Tonight people like Jay Zero will become "Plain" Zero. People like BK London will come falling down, falling down, falling down. People like Jake Cheng will become victims of natural selection...remember kids, it's only natural...like playing with a lightning rod in a thunderstorm.
Kevin: Interesting way of thinking.
Rattlesnake: Oh it doesn't stop there. Even though Scott Andrews and Jason Freeman are both members of the Senatorial Stable, I won't hesitate to take them out too.
Kevin: Is there a little competitive rivalry going on in the stable?
Rattlesnake: What do you mean by that?
Kevin: Well, all members in the Senatorial Stable besides you have held more than one title. All you've been is the International Champion.
Rattlesnake: And what the hell is that supposed to mean? Do you think that I'm not as good as them? Is that what you're saying?!
Kevin: Absolutely not. I'm just pointing that out.
Rattlesnake: Why don't you point yourself back to the task at hand? Sound like a plan?
Kevin: Sorry.
Rattlesnake crosses his arms impatiently.
Kevin: The only thing I really want to ask is what's going on with you lately?
Rattlesnake: What do you mean?
Kevin: You keep saying that everyone thinks you're psycho.
Rattlesnake slowly turns to look right into Kevin's face. His upper lip twitches in anger.
Rattlesnake: I AM NOT PSYCHO! I AM NOT PSYCHO, OKAY?!
Kevin: W-w-w-w-well what's going on with you then?
Rattlesnake: I not exactly having the best luck lately. In fact, I'm tired of having to deal with fucking morons that seem to want to know what's going on with me.
Kevin: Has the rest of the Senatorial Stable shown any concern?
Rattlesnake: For the record, no. But they know that I'm going to overcome this.
Kevin: Okay. Any final words before the big match tonight?
Rattlesnake: Yeah. Tonight, the Emperor adds another accolade to his list. Tonight, I will add a Fallen Heroes Battle Royale win to my record and I'll make my way to Omega Effect. When I set foot in that main event, I will take the ACW World Championship. And that's because it's finally my time to shine. No one will deny me of that honor. Not those 29 other people in the ring at the same time as me. I'll give every damn one of them their own personal "claim to fame" and show them just why I'm the "Vision of Greatness." And to top it all off, I'll show them just what a "touch of greatness" really is as I stand in that very ring with the Omega Effect World Championship opportunity.
Kevin: Strong words. Good luck tonight.
Rattlesnake: I don't need luck. Everyone else does. But they won't need luck when their brush with greatness ends. Yours ends here.
Rattlesnake walks away.
Kevin: And there you have it. Rattlesnake seems to be extremely confident tonight and focused on winning.
The camera fades to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:29:18 GMT -5
When Things Can Only Get Worse....They Do Part 5 (Credit: Top Draw)
It’s time. BK grabs his shillelagh and makes his way to the backstage area where the superstars will wait to go out into the ring. London grabs the door handle, but it is already turning. Jake opens it on the other side, holding the Snickers bar in one hand and holding himself up with the other hand on the vending machine next to him.
BK: Jake! What are you doing?
Jake takes a deep breath after his sprint from the car and starts talking very fast.
Jake: I got in a car accident, and then some Yakuza guys ambushed and kidnapped me. Then they tried to hold my up for ransom, but I told them I don’t have any family here. So I met their boss and he recognized me. And then he realized he placed a very large bet on you to win the match and you couldn’t win without you so he brought me back here so you could win. And here I am, with your Snickers.
Jake reaches out to BK to give him the Snickers and sweat drips off of his extended arm. BK looks at his partner with a gross look on his face and puts both is hands in the air like the Snickers was a gun.
BK: I’m good. You look like you need it more than I do. Besides, I already got my Snickers bar after you left almost an hour ago. What took you so long? Where were you driving?
Jake: What was I supposed to do, use magic to make one appear?
BK: No, but you could have gotten one out of the vending machine that you’re a leaning on.
Jake looks over to the vending machine, and looks back at BK, and looks back at the vending machine.
Jake:............SHIT!!
Jake fumes around for a second and BK moves out into the hallway. BK calms him down and whispers something in his ear. They both turn around toward the camera.
Jake: Tonight, the life of one person will completely change. The last man, or woman, standing in the ring tonight will be given a free shot at the World Title at Omega Effect III. Last year, I made it to the final five of the match without this man’s help, but with him, well you get it. Sure, BK and I had our differences in the past couple of weeks, but tonight marks the turning point of our careers. We will both fight to keep each other alive so the glory returns to this locker room. To the greatest tag team in ACW history. No tag team has lasted through the struggle we have. Hell, what other tag team is there that is still around?
BK: Wyldcard.
Jake: I meant that could beat us.
BK: Oh right. No one then.
Jake: You know it.
BK: There has been no other tag team in the year that has made the impact we have. We turned a dead division with no titles into the talk of the town. We tore down the house repeatedly with our tag team matches and left the crowd wanting more and more. And your right, this last month has been extremely hard on us as a team. People wanted to question are validity as a team, question our validity as best friends, we showed them that no match can come between the best tag team of all time. Now tonight, we're going to go out there, and give the performance of our lies, and when it's all said and done - when all the dust has cleared - one of us, will be on our way to Fallen Heroes. Are you ready?
Jake: Born ready.
BK: Then let's do this.
The pair make their way out of the locker room, anxious to get this thing underway as the segment comes to a close.
Fade Out.
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