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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 14:59:07 GMT -5
Segment: Jay’s Zero Hour (Credit: Jay Zero) The scene opens up to Jay Zero sitting in an area with a black screen behind him and lights shining on him, but not too brightly. He has the Entertainment Title across his lap and decides to get things going. [/center] Zero: Hi, as you all probably know my name is Jay Zero and I am the Alpha Championship Wrestling Entertainment Champion. And tonight, is the biggest event of the year; not only for this company but most importantly for me. [/color] Jay stares straight into the camera. [/center] Zero: Tonight could be my night to prove myself….tonight could be the night that I show the entire world what I’m capable of, even if I’m locked inside a steel cage. People you need to wake up! You boo who you hate and cheer who you like, but when it comes down to it, every time you boo me, you take me down a notch!
Your constant booing of me does nothing but make me tune it out and continue to do the things that I do! And quite frankly, the person that you are booing is one of the most athletically gifted wrestlers to ever graduate from wrestling school while going through college, make himself known in the undergrounds such at Portland Pro Wrestling, and then shoot his way into the big leagues like A-C-W! [/color] He pauses for a moment. [/center] Zero: People, you are booing what the future looks like. Not just for Alpha Championship Wrestling, but for the entire wrestling business itself! Tomorrow marks the one month anniversary from the day that I was in a triple threat match with my two good buddies of Entourage, Thunderkiss and XS3.
On that day, I made the name “Zero” mean a lot more than what it seems! I showed you all that I meant business, winning this Entertainment Championship Title from the man who tonight will simply DOMINATE the “Macho Man” RDK, Thunderkiss!
Ever since, I’ve been faced with no competition, no struggles, no classic battles, NOTHING! So tonight I’m taking this seriously! Tonight, I have the opportunity to win the International Title and further propel myself up the ladder of success! People, tonight it’s not about business, it’s not about respect! This is a personal matter…
Tonight I’m going to go out to that ring in front of the 53,000 plus fans that have filled this Rogers Center here tonight, and I am going to face Santiago Rivera and Jason Freeman, not in a brawl, not in a street fight, but inside a steel cage where there is no escape, no submissions, no mercy.
And I’m going to go into that Jail Cell match, and win that championship title. Not for my family. Not for my fans.
I’m going to walk out of this arena tonight with this Entertainment Championship and that International Championship for nobody, but--- myself! Tonight is the night….where I put everything aside for my goals because I’m going to have my guardian looking over me….
My heart is thriving for success, and my hearts courage, is the soul’s guardian…. [/color] The scene starts to fade as it seems Jay has said everything he needed to say. Who will come out on top tonight in the Jail Cell match? Will Jay walk out bald? Will Santiago be fired? Or will Jason Freeman lose the International Title that’s been in his possession? We’ll have to wait and find out…… End. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 14:59:59 GMT -5
Segment: "Challenge Unanswered" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake stands in the back, still waiting for the answer he wants. And yet, he still doesn't get it. How much longer is he going to have to wait to get the answer he wants? There's no telling, but when it comes down to it, he knows that no one will accept. He said it before and he'll say it again. No one has the balls to accept. No one will grow a pair and step into the ring with him.
Rattlesnake: It still remains unanswered. I can't say I'm surprised though. I know that no one will even think about accepting. And why should they? Why should they try and prove me wrong? They're just afraid to step into the ring with me. When it comes down to it, cowardice is the only word that comes to mind.
Cowardice is a pretty strong word. But that can't be the word he's thinking of. It can't be the word that's describing anyone in ACW because they are far from it.
Rattlesnake: Bunch of cowards. They see me snap, injure a few morons, and then run and hide under their beds at the simple thought of me issuing an open challenge. Why does it have to be like this? We obviously have some people in ACW whose ego would have made them accept. We have some people in ACW who lack the common sense to go head-first into anything, not caring of the repercussions. And yet, despite all of that, nothing. Not a simple "I accept." Not a simple "You're on." Not a simple "I'm going to take the Snake." Nothing and it makes me sick. Sick to think that I wasted my time on these scrubs. Sick to come to the realization that no one here could ever grow a set of balls that equal the "Vision of Greatness." What's even sadder is that the women of ACW have bigger balls than the men.
His intensity was fueled by the lack of acceptance from anyone. Maybe he was right. Maybe they all are cowards. Maybe they all should run home and hide under their mother's dress. Maybe they should cower in a corner and piss their pants at the sheer thought of what could happen. Whatever it was that Rattlesnake had, no one else wanted a piece of it. Truth be told, it was upsetting. Extremely upsetting.
Rattlesnake: So what do I do now? Do I go home? Do I stay? Do I come up with some kind of incentive that will lure someone out of the abyss known as the locker room area? Or do I press on with the hope that someone, anyone, proves that they've got a pair? Decisions, decisions.
It was obvious what he had to do. He knew what it was. But he wanted something different. He wanted to leave...turn his back on any competition that might sit in his way and go elsewhere. He could find some cozy little place, tear everyone a new asshole, and look back at ACW as a turning point. It could be the point in his life when nothing else mattered except for the competition. After all, that's what anyone wants. They want the sense that someone will always be on the hunt, chasing them, trying to take them down and either succeeding or failing.
His choice was obvious. Everyone would make the same choice. They would hold onto the hope that somewhere, someone could change their views. This would be the choice Rattlesnake would have to make.
Rattlesnake: As much I would rather depart and not look back, I want to see the disappointment of everyone. I want to see them cry in agony as no one comes out. I want to see them suffer like nobody else ever has. I want to look out at the little kids and see the look of shock on their faces when no hero steps up to confront the villain. I want to feed off their pain and anguish. It'll be quite the feeling and none of them can avoid it.
Feed off their pain and anguish? This doesn't sound like the same Rattlesnake as before. Be that as it may, he seems more determined to prove that no one wants a piece of him. By going out to the ring and waiting, he'll see first-hand what he thinks...that no one will accept. That's not really his fault though. If no one accepts, he's not to blame. He'll find assurance in it. He'll know for a fact that what he believes is true and that nothing can change his views.
Rattlesnake: So tonight, when I go out to the ring, I'll wait patiently. I'll give anyone enough time to muster the courage to walk out to the ring. I'll even give them a sporting chance to try and beat me. But it will all be for naught. Their feeble attempt at trying to sway me into thinking that someone actually gives a damn will fail...just like they will. It won't be my fault. But it won't convince me otherwise.
He was more focused than anything. No one could dispute that. But was he really prepared to go through with his feelings after his point was proven?
Rattlesnake: It's fitting that tonight is Omega Effect. Some say it marks a new beginning. I think it marks the end...the end of all things that matter. Everything that happens tonight and each night that passes will be a consequence of someone's actions. I just hope that someone doesn't make a mistake and awaken something that they don't truly want to face.
He goes through his bag and grabs some of his ring gear. He walks off to get ready to go to the ring. Will his challenge be answered? Will someone prove him wrong? We'll just have to wait and see what transpires later on.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:00:52 GMT -5
Match 6: “No gimmick required” Match Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs Scott Andrews The shot returns to the arena, where an extended promotional music video has been playing for the past five minutes. ACW management has found over time that it needs to schedule in these periods of respite for the crowd at its PPVs; unlike many feds, there’s no such thing as a “piss break” match here, and the fans know it.
Philip enters the ring, and pauses for around 30 seconds as the crew at ringside do a cable check; those people who have left the main arena during the unofficial intermission can now be clearly seen hurrying back to their seats. Not that they’ll be using them for the next few minutes…
Given the all-clear, Philip raises his mic and casts an eye over the crowd before speaking.Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is an intergender match set for one fall with no time limit! Introducing first, from London, England… Alicia “ Atomic” Kitsune! The crowd presses the barriers and is already cheering as the grind of the bassline of AK’s theme makes the floor vibrate beneath them. You can’t beat the classics…Taxi ride, going downtown Me and my girls, going out Counting down to detonation 10 to zero, mushroom cloud
Little angel, I've been too good Ditch the halo for a while Dressed to kill, I'll be causing Mass destruction, so shield your eyes-
I'm all steamed up, and ready to blow Pressure max, meter red overload To get release, I gotta explode, explode-AK appears through the curtains with impeccable timing, causing the fans to go into overdrive along with the chorus as she proceeds to the ring with some effective though not ostentatious pyro flourishes.I'm a bomb, can you hear me tick? Beware if you turn me on, There is no safety switch I'm a bomb, use only steady hands To mess with me You must be a brave man!Jumping agilely over the ropes, AK enters the ring and gets on the turnbuckles briefly before removing her extraneous ringwear.
As her music fades, the lights are extinguished, and then a red light bathes the entire arena in its glow…Philip: And introducing her opponent, from Denver, Colorado, he is a member of the Senatorial Stable… the Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews! “A NEW LIFE BEGINS!”“Destroy Everything” begins to play across the audio system, and the crowd reacts with incredible fire.Destroy everything Obliterate what makes us weak Destroy everything Decimate what threatens me
Cleanse this world with flame End this, cleanse this Rebuild and start again Obliterate what makes us weak
End this and embrace the destruction End this and embrace new life NEW LIFE!There is a truly powerful atmosphere in the arena now; Scott’s theme, which once represented nothing but selfish desire, is now transformed into a celebration of regeneration. The noise just gets bigger as Scott himself appears on the ramp, and he is not alone; Jessie comes with him, and she holds Scott’s arm up with the sweetest of smiles before exiting to the back. Scott air-punches, hyping the fans even further, before going forward alone.
The crush at the barriers requires all the arena staffs’ crowd control skills to manage, and Scott wisely does not linger on the ramp but moves swiftly to the ring. He enters, and hails the crowd on the turnbuckle before dismounting and coming back to the centre.
Referee Joey Reynolds is ready to call this one down the middle, and Philip exits as Alicia and Scott regard one another. They don’t need to say anything; there may be no title on the line, no seething feud to be settled, but the seriousness with which they are both approaching this match is crystal clear.
All those who aspire to greatness share the same unspoken bond; a quest for the one, the rival, the person who can withstand the withering heat of the struggle and unlock the very best another has to give. Such encounters are rare, but when they happen, they are magical…
Is this one of those times? There’s only one way to find out.Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:01:39 GMT -5
There’s no preliminary staredown or hesitation as the match commences; it’s almost as if someone has unpaused a film, with AK and Scott both coming forward off of their marks and getting straight into the thick of things. They trade a couple of kicks before moving back; Scott pivots around on one foot and gets behind AK, pulling off a release german suplex at speed and sending his opponent nearly halfway across the ring. AK kicks as she lands and, despite taking the hit to her back, flips herself over and back to her feet in record time. She throws herself at the ropes and comes charging back at Scott, with enough velocity to clothesline her foe before he can firm up his stance. The crowd yells as AK hurtles to the other side of the ring and rebounds a second time; Scott kips up and counters her charge with a back drop. Still at a frenetic pace, AK lands on her feet and ducks as Scott goes for a roundhouse kick, before grabbing him and executing a neckbreaker leading into the first pin attempt. Scott kicks out before Reynolds can give the 1, and the fans cheer for the exhilarating exchange.
Maxwell McNally: 30 seconds in, and already this match is delivering. What do you think these two are going to come up with tonight, Eddie?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: No idea, Max, but I bet it’s going to be good!
Scott’s no slouch when it comes to speed, but he’s smart enough to know that trying to match AK over an extended period is a recipe for trouble. Instead, he moves to close his opponent down into one of the corners, and strikes repeatedly with middle kicks; AK defends, and then jumps up on to the middle rope behind her. Quick as a flash, Scott does the same thing and delivers a rapid suplex; it lacks the power to be a full superplex, but it still drops AK on to her back, and Scott follows up as AK rolls over with a knee drop to the base of her spine, making the crowd wince.
Edison: Scott’s clearly had his thinking cap on, Max. A lot of wrestlers try to tackle fast opponents by targeting the legs, but those tactics are old hat.
McNally: Are you being sponsored by a milliners firm tonight or something?
Edison:…..what?
McNally: Oh, never mind – here comes Atomic, Scott’s not going to have all this his own way by the looks of things…
Scott is indeed having to deal with a resurgent AK, who counters an attempted grapple into a whip to the ropes and then runs forward to meet Scott with a flying headscissors. The abrupt change in Scott’s direction of travel wrenches the muscles in his neck, and Scott can be seen rubbing the back of it as he picks himself up. Wanting to keep the momentum up, AK runs forward, only for Scott to neatly counter with a lift which sends AK over the top rope. She clings on, but has to let go when Scott once again tries to strike her while she hands with her back to him.
The fans whoop and cheer, urging both parties on, and AK moves around the ring with Scott watching her intently. She jumps up on the apron, and at once Scott moves to block her from re-entering.
Edison: It looks like Scott is trying to force a count-out… so much for fair play.
McNally: Don’t be so quick to judge, Eddie. This is more about territory than anything else.
McNally’s assertion appears to be correct; Scott does not try to force AK off of the apron, but he steadfastly refuses to let her back in the ring without a fight, defending his space both physically and psychologically. Finding she can’t duck past him, AK realizes that she has to go head on, and steeling herself she throws a rare punch. Scott blocks it, but then can’t defend against AK’s knee to the gut; he grunts and stumbles back a little way, and with the crowd yelling AK jumps on to the rope and springboards into a beautiful Sunset Flip. Scott’s in a pin before he knows it, and the noise surges as Reynolds counts, 1….2-
McNally: 2 and a kickout!
Edison: Heh, ropes and Atomic are always a volatile combination.
AK gets up quickly, and Scott is equally fast to rise. Their opening hands played, the two circle for a few seconds, and the fans watch closely, trying to guess who will move first. In the event it’s a tie, as they advance at the same time; Scott is marginally quicker and lets fly with a series of vicious backhand chops. The crowd indulges itself in a few “WHOOO!” noises; AK reels back, but counteracts by getting in very close so Scott can’t get the arm swing for greatest effect, and slips around behind Scott, getting her arms up underneath Scott’s and interlacing her fingers underneath his chin to pull back.
Edison: Oooh, a neat little choke there, Reynolds is examining it to see if it’s legal…
Scott isn’t able to elbow his way free, but he has greater inherent strength than AK and writhes from side to side for a few seconds until her grip falters. Breaking free, Scott twists around; AK goes for a high kick to the head, but Scott knows exactly what to do and the crowd pops massively for the Reload (Dragon Whip).
McNally: Beautiful counter, and here’s the cover, 1…2-
AK rolls her shoulder up at the 2 mark, and pushes Scott away as she rises. After a slight ebb the match is now firmly back into a period of flow, and the fans get noisy, hoping for some more big moves. The two competitors circle, and instinctively allow the crowd to get pumped up; shouts are coming from all sides and pockets of loudly vehement support can be heard for both participants. Gauging it perfectly, Scott and AK allow the tension to maximize before lunging forward; they both lash out with screeching kicks, and succeed in knocking one another back momentarily before coming back at one another. Scott’s natural, voluble temper is rising, and AK looks vulnerable for several seconds as he lands a number of strong hits; but his energy can also work against him, and one mis-timed strike allows AK to hook him up deliver a swift DDT. It’s nowhere near enough to set a pin, but that’s not what AK is aiming for; instead, she moves to Scott’s feet and applies the Catch-22 for a huge crowd-pleasing pop.
McNally: Ankle Lock in the centre of the ring, and this spells trouble for Scott with a capital T!
Edison: It’s crunch time for Andrews, he has to get out of this fast or his entire gameplan could be wrecked!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:02:24 GMT -5
The fans go nuts as AK cranks in the hold. She doesn’t have the sheer strength possessed by most of those who favor the technique, but she does have willpower, and Scott knows instantly that this is where he has to step up or step down. He grips the mat, and drives forward with his feet foot, moving toward the ropes; AK can’t hold him still, but she’s not beaten yet and swings herself around as Scott relaxes momentarily after the initial effort. She scoops up his other foot, and transitions the hold into a sharpshooter variant, pulling Scott’s ankles as close together as she can.
McNally: The pressure’s really on Scott now, can he make it to the ropes?
Reynolds monitors Scott, who grits his teeth and sinks his nails into the canvas. AK strains in the opposite direction, and the result appears to be a stalemate; the crowd yells out, and that just rouses the pair of them to even greater efforts. Scott’s face is turning red with the effort; pain must be building in his muscles… but his strength, and perhaps his will, is the greater, and to an enormous reaction he manages to haul himself forward and get a hand to the bottom rope.
AK gets the signal from the referee and releases; seeing Scott still sprawled on the mat, she runs diagonally at the ropes and jumps to the outside of the apron, hurrying to the turnbuckle. The crowd roars as she ascends…
Edison: We have incoming! Scott needs to evacuate or this could be over right here!
Cameras flash all over the place as AK chooses speed over power and goes for a moonsault. Scott has barely a second or so to react, but manages to roll over sideways, causing AK to smack into the unforgiving ring surface hard.
McNally: Yeouch, that had to hurt in a major fashion. Both competitors down…
Edison: They’re really taking this fight to each other, we know they’re both used to dealing with stamina drain, but this intensity has got to be wearing them out.
The fans are now glued to the match as AK and Scott pull themselves together, and separate a little as they pick themselves off of the mat. Scott paces backward a little, and discomfort is evident on his face; AK, meanwhile, is breathing with noticeable effort, having expended a lot of energy in her efforts to hamper Scott’s mobility. No one is sure quite how much either of them has left in the tank, but Scott doesn’t appear to want to risk running on empty. Gathering his strength, he moves back toward AK, sensing that she is suffering an energy trough.
AK has no option but to go on the defensive, as Scott pushes her back to the ropes. Blows are traded until suddenly Scott leans on to one foot as if readying for a massive strike with the other; AK prepares to block what she believes may be the Head Shot, but instead Scott double-bluffs and clobbers her with a simple forearm smash to the forehead. AK’s sense of balance is sent haywire and she tumbles over backward and out of the ring.
The fans are already cheering as Scott backs up; he takes a breath and then thunders forward, leaping into a tremendous Corkscrew Plancha and bringing AK down heavily on the outside almost the same second that she manages to rise.
McNally: Amazing fusion of power and grace from the Scarlet Assassin!
The fans crowd at ringside to watch as Scott rallies with supreme confidence and delivers a snap suplex, following up with one of his famed running power lariats. The crowd audibly winces as AK gets turned over by the sheer force of the move.
Edison: We don’t normally see that move unless someone has severely ticked Scott off. But I think it has a different significance here.
McNally: I quite agree, I believe that Scott doesn’t think anything less will earn him the victory here. And we all know that Atomic will exploit any chance she gets to turn the tide…
Ever the phophetic type, McNally has barely got his words out when the papers on the announce desk are blown up in the air by the gust trailing Scott as he gets whipped into the security barrier back first. The fans have to back up quickly as AK fights her way back into contention with a Liger Kick on the outside; Scott stumbles, and AK deftly halts the 10 count by pulling her opponent back to the ring and pushing him inside before entering herself. The fans are really up now, and AK and Scott stare holes into one another, not with hate but with the sheer power of their desire to win.
Edison: Things are about to seriously heat up, Max…
McNally: I know, I know, and the crowd can’t get enough of it! Just listen to these Canadian fans!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:02:44 GMT -5
The sound filling the arena is about as intense as it gets. AK and Scott are surrounded by it, but in their heads it hardly figures. They’ve fought one another on numerous occasions, but every time until now, something has been lacking. Perhaps it’s because they know that if cross the line now in front of them, there can only be one winner. For Scott, it’s a gamble unlike those which have previously plagued him, and a very real one. If he falls short now, his dreams of ever being counted amongst the true ACW elite could be over for good. And for Alicia, she has to face the possibility that the old order may be changing, that her own tenure in the top flight may be reaching its end…
AK takes a fighting stance, and gives Scott the smallest of nods. As much as she admires Scott for all he’s achieved, he still has one thing, the most important thing, left to prove, and she will be the harshest of inquisitors. Scott inwardly feels his stomach knot… and draws off of that energy.
The place erupts as Scott comes screaming forward, and AK surges to meet him. They smash one another backward and forward with kicks; both take damage, but Scott gets the critical hit in first, and AK is momentarily stunned. Scott capitalizes with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex, and covers, 1….2…
McNally: 2.5, Alicia gets the shoulder up!
AK rolls to her feet and moves like lightning to grab Scott; she runs him into the corner, going for her Fox Flip, but Scott twists as she takes off and turns it into a modified neckbreaker, sending the force back against his opponent. Another pin, 1…2…- and again AK kicks out.
Edison: Still no cigar, and Scott looks like he’s starting to get frustrated…
Scott is indeed becoming more agitated in his movements; AK is dazed, but she won’t be kept down, and does not retreat as Scott moves in. The Scarlet Assassin has to batter away at her defences before he finds a gap, and goes for broke with a huge half-nelson suplex, sending the fans wild.
McNally: What a hit, this could be all over, 1…..2….-
The look on Scott’s face is one of complete incomprehension as AK throws her arm up on the very cusp of the three. The fans just go ballistic, and now the atmosphere in the arena is practically indistinguishable from that at the climax of any other PPV. There is nothing in the crowd’s mind except this moment, this battle… and they roar in unison as Scott slowly stands, a familiar, heart-stopping intensity blazing into his eyes and spreading across his countenance.
McNally: Oh my giddy aunt, could it possibly be….?
Edison: OOOOOH, YES IT CAN!
Scott lets out what can only be described as a roar which would make a Spartan quail.
Edison: FUUUUUUUURY MODE ENGAGED!!!
The motion on screen almost blurs as Scott lets rip with a stunning sequence of fury strikes. AK attempts to defend, but nothing can hold back Scott’s unrestrained power. The entire crowd loses track of the number of strikes, so that the irish whip comes out of the blue; AK’s muscles flex as she knows what’s next, but Scott is simply too quick to avoid as he blasts forward and nails a brutal Shining Wizard. AK’s eye glaze, and her knees buckle as she falls.
Edison: DDAAAANNNGEROUS! It’s over, it’s over, IT-IS- NOOOOOO, SWEET MOTHER OF PETE!!!
The arena goes completely berserk as AK somehow gets her shoulder up from Scott’s pin. Scott’s brain seems to stop for a couple of seconds, which gives AK a critical chance to get up; she rolls to the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, Scott doing the same practically on autopilot. Both are now visibly shaky, but AK is calm… it’s the calm before the inevitable storm.
The entire situation flips one eighty as AK seemingly resurrects herself and attacks Scott’s fire with her own. Now doubly vulnerable after expending precious energy on his all-out charge, Scott tries to fall back – but AK will not let him evade her interrogation. She dropkicks him into the ropes, and as Scott bounces off and stumbles forward, AK follows his path and hits the ropes to rebound into a tremendous enziguri. Scott pitches forward and slams face-first into the mat, and AK comes toward him and turns him over for the pin. 1….2….-
McNally: Kickout, just in time, and both these superstars must be suffering for their art now.
Edison: I don’t know how much more of this I can take, never mind them!
The crowd is probably going to need throat lozenges en masse after this match; Scott groggily tries to get up, but AK is already in front of him. As he forces himself on to his hands and knees, AK hooks him under his arms and sets her stance, before jumping into the Falling Star (Pedigree).
Edison: That has to be it, surely…
McNally: Alicia doesn’t seem to think so, Eddie.
The crowd expects a pin, but instead AK gets up; she holds on to her back, the effects of the match taking their toll, and moves toward the corner. She climbs up, and the place is electrified as she signals the Ground Zero (450 splash).
Edison: No way, no way can Scott come back from this one!
She knows she has to commit everything; the match hangs on this moment, and everyone knows it. Gathering her strength, AK spreads her arms, and then takes flight, the air holding her for a single, precious second before she comes plunging down….
Scott senses her shadow. He has to move, he has to… but his body just won’t comply, and the crowd goes mental as AK connects. Reynolds slides in for the count, and steadily performs his final task,
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:03:08 GMT -5
McNally:………………………
Edison:……………………….
Scott opens his eyes very slowly. AK is not looking at him; she’s looking at Joey Reynolds… who is looking as Scott’s raised arm. Reynolds pauses for what seems like an age… and then shakes his head.
The crowd goes utterly crazy, and AK shakes her head in genuine amazement as Scott rolls away from her. They both slowly stand up, facing away from one another, and then simultaneously turn around.
Scott moves a fraction ahead of AK, and so when they collide, he gets the drive and pushes her back into the corner. AK immediately climbs up, and Scott follows; it’s as if there’s some kind of magnetic attraction. The camera zooms in, and the crowd practically shouts its lungs out as the pair exchange weary blows poised on the top.
McNally: This…… this is it, Eddie. I can sense it.
Edison: I hear you, Max. And I think I know what they both have in mind…
The strikes slow down, until eventually they stop altogether; Scott and AK grapple, barely able to balance, now at the very edge of their endurance. They simultaneously struggle and lean on one another for support; the battle hinges on sheer willpower, and slowly, AK seems to find that little bit extra. She gets her head down next to Scott’s chest, and then with a supreme effort moves to lift him on to her shoulders.
Edison: By all the stars, she’s really going to do it… the Kitsune-Tsuki Driver!
McNally: This WILL end it, and I don’t know if Scott has anything which can save him now…
The fans watch awestruck as AK pools every last bit of energy she has, and bends her knees. Scott clutches the top rope, but his grip is too weak; the second it fails, AK flexes-
-but she does not take off fully, for Scott slips from her hold and gets his feet on to the top turnbuckle. AK drops down to the second rope and stops herself, and turns around to block Scott’s impending attack…
She has no time to act as Scott slips his arms under hers, and with stupendous courage commits every last iota of strength to his leap. He flips over, and brings AK down with definitive force on to her head and shoulders…
McNally: I don’t believe it! The HIGH STREET MASSACRE!!
Edison: WHOOOOOOAAAAA, THAT IS INCREDIBLE, MAX!!
The insanely powerful move (a top rope double underhook sunset flip piledriver) gets a completely insane reaction from the crowd. No one moves in the ring after impact; Reynolds, who looks as shocked as anyone, looks at both competitors. He is about to stop the match, but before he can do so, Scott stirs, rolls over, and drapes an arm over AK. Reynolds does a double-take, and then drops and makes the count.
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….3!
In truth, no one is surprised, but the crowd still explodes into tumultuous cheers as the bell rings, and Philip makes the announcement.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner…. Scott Andrews!
Scott can do nothing for several seconds except lie still. His synapses don’t have enough capacity for all the pain messages being generated by his body to reach his brain, which is probably a good thing. He slowly regenerates enough energy to sit up, and sees Jessie running down the ramp toward him
Jessie slides into the ring, and helps Scott up. Scott can’t take his eyes off her for a while; it’s hard for him to conceive of a happier moment. Jessie holds his hand up as she did at the beginning of the match, but this time it means far, far more.
AK comes around in her own time as Joey Reynolds checks on her. She waves away any suggestion of medics, and looks at Scott for a moment. It’s a very bittersweet feeling… which is something she’s finding is becoming a habit at Omega Effect.
She rolls herself toward the ring edge, not wanting to intrude on Scott’s victorious moment, but as she puts her feet to the floor and stands, Scott calls to her. He walks over to the edge of the ring, and extends his hand; AK takes it, and the crowd pops loudly for the gesture of respect, a pop which Scott himself encourages as AK makes her way to the back.
The crowd are still in awe at the spectacular performance put on by both competitors, and as Scott Andrews soaks in his hard fought victory he notices a second familiar face appear at the entrance way, and there is a sudden and unexpected roar of boos from the crowd as the cameraman and Scott Andrews turn their attention to the top of the ramp. A stoic image of Kudo Yasuda standing and clapping his hands at Scott Andrews, who is still a bit weary inside the ring, now leaves him weary as well as confused in the ring with a stirring sensation of deja vu. The moment doesn’t last long and Kudo slowly strolls back out of view as Scott remains puzzled in the ring. The crowd are left to ponder what all this means as we cut to the next portion of the biggest event of the year.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:04:42 GMT -5
Segment: “R-3? Hardly” (Credit: Kudo)
Kudo is shown in the back and a cameraman catches up with him after his puzzling applause for Scott Andrews moments earlier. Kudo turns to the camera and addresses it without reserve.
Kudo: I heard you Scott. Last Warfare, I heard what you had to say. More to the point, I saw what you had to say. I saw this, clutched inside your fist.
Kudo reaches below and holds up his own R-3 bandana similar to the one Scott showed on Warfare.
Kudo: You say you carry my R-3 bandana, yes MY R-3 bandana not because of me, but because of what you feel your duty as a light heavyweight ambassador means, but you don’t realize that they are one in the same! I am what represents R-3 in its fullest definition, and to wear my colors is to take upon yourself, the responsibilities that come with it. You want to talk about me not proving what I preach? I don’t know what show you’ve been watching Scott, but I’m just about ready to take over once again. I’ve put my foot down and walked all over anyone that stood in my way, and this time I’m not afraid to use any means necessary to do it.
*Boo*
Kudo: Scott, you called me a coward who couldn’t think on my own. Well I’ll tell you my mind was fully clicking when I drove me knee across your skull and your back, events that took place recently enough for even you to remember. But what I seem to remember is last year at Winter’s Discontent, the two of us sharing a handshake and being serenaded in praise from the fans.
Now look at us Scott! We are both stuck in the same place we’ve been for the past couple of years. Nothing’s changed. We’re still dominating those beneath us and we’re still being held down by those above us. We’ve been sandwiched for too long, and I’m going to do whatever I have to in order to change things. Now that is what my R-3 is about. I can preach about light heavyweight determination, and how much we deserve our medium to shine, but in the end all that really matters is the effort and drive to take it all the way.
And that’s where you and I differ Scott.
I have every right in my mind to steal back that R-3 band from out of your hands, because the top of the Armada and bearers of that band are only big enough to include those willing to do whatever it takes, whatever it takes… to get ahead.
Kudo leaves with a serious and determined look on his face as the screen fades out.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:06:00 GMT -5
Segment: Origins (Credit: VorteX)
The camera fades in to reveal the inside of the Rogers Centre once again, all 53,000 ACW fans making a ruckus so loud one would think the end of the world was near. The arena is filled with posters and strung with banners all announcing that the biggest PPV of the year is here. No doubt this one will be felt long after it’s over. Suddenly, the arena is cast into the familiar monochrome glow and “Out of the Ashes” hits. The arena explodes with sound, eager to see what VorteX has in store for them this time. Vortex walks out onto the entrance ramp and surveys the masses a little taken aback by the sheer number of fans that came to witness this event. Vortex walks down the ramp slowly as the music continues to play, and enters the ring. He sets his ladder down in one corner, and goes over to the side of the ring to grab a microphone. The lights come back on and Vortex raises the microphone, ready to speak.
Vortex: Stay a while…and listen.
The fans begin to cheer once again, the volume in the arena bringing a larger than life feel to the event. Vortex stands still for a moment and waits for the noise to die down before speaking again.
Vortex: Sorry, I don’t have some elaborate entrance for you to witness, or…hell even a match.
The fans begin to boo at this, protesting the fact that Vortex isn’t anywhere to be found on the card.
Vortex: You know me though; I wouldn’t just walk down here to complain about my lack of competition tonight. In fact, I figured since I don’t have an opponent, I may as well show you some of my earlier wrestling.
The fans are unsure of this, and Vortex receives a mixed response from the crowd. Half of the crowd is interested to see what exactly Vortex is talking about; the other half just wants to get to the next part of the show.
Vortex: Don’t get me wrong, I assure you this won’t be boring. Some of you may still doubt my ability and my hardcore nature, even though I’ve had some chances to show the contrary. What I’m about to show you is some footage from one of the first feds I competed in, namely the match where I invented one of my maneuvers….the Exclamation Point.
This gets a larger reaction from the crowd, seeing how they’ve never got to actually witness this move.
Vortex: First however, a brief history is in order. The federation I wrestled in was run by two brothers, Bobby and Al Bingham. Last year, you may remember their failed attempt at jumping me when I was coming out of a diner. Anyway, that event occurred because of the match I’m about to show you. I won’t say much more except I was facing a man named Ruckus for the chance to wrestle under a prestigious Alliance known as the Waltham Wrestling Alliance, along with a nice hundred thousand dollar check provided by the Alliance. You may be wondering why such an organization would be willing to fund a potentially brain dead reject from a low life underground fed. The answer to that is they got a kickback for every wrestler admitted to their school. Not just anyone could enter however; they were looking only for underground feds…for reasons still unknown to me. Before I bore you to sleep with my stories of long past and potentially dreary history, let me roll the footage.
The lights dim as the titantron screen lights up to reveal a wrestling ring in the middle of what looks like the desert. Dented metal bleachers surround the ring, along with some rusty metal things that appear to be makeshift guardrails. About 50 people sit in the bleachers, half of them passed out the other half just looking to fight someone. The notable exception to this is a stout man dressed in a shining white tuxedo, holding a briefcase. The Tuxedo doesn’t stay white for very long as the man behind the briefcase holding man spills his beer everywhere. This doesn’t seem to faze the man holding the briefcase very much, as he just produces a cotton rag and begins to wipe the excess beer off of his suit.
Before long another man comes out of the backstage area down a makeshift metal ‘ramp’ (which was really just a bunch of conjoined rusted out truck beds), and steps into the ring. As he enters the ring emits an audible squeak, settled dust flying everywhere off of the ropes. The man walks into the middle of the stained ring mat and starts yelling at the top of his lungs.
Announcer: Gentlemen and what I think is a lady, welcome to the Bingham Brothers Down Home Wrestling School for Wrestlin’ Folk!
This gets the crowd riled up as they start throwing beer cans at each other and yelling.
Announcer: My name is Bobby, and I will be yer host tonight…
??: BOBBY! Dis’ ain’t no damn high class restaurant! Get ooooon with it!
Bobby: Ay hem, lets get yer engines started…I mean get ready to witness the most spayctacular show ever to….
Suddenly Al comes out wielding a monkey wrench. Al backs up a bit and whips the wrench at Bobby, it striking the man a little below the shoulders in the middle of the back.
Bobby: JUMPIN’ BABY MOSES!
Al enters the ring and shoves Bobby aside, and starts shouting. The crowd is well into this by now, most of them not realizing the wrestling hasn’t begun yet.
Al: Bring out the materials!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:06:53 GMT -5
Four or five men come down the ‘ramp’ all carrying something different. One man is carrying several splintering tables which look to be stolen from a nearby elementary school. Another man is carrying some already dented folding chairs, which probably were lifted from a bazaar as they had the church logo emblazoned on them. Yet another man was carrying a giant box full of everything from barbed wire to what appeared to be a power drill (this box was later found to be known as the Hodge box as it had EVERYTHING in it). The final two men were carrying spools and spools of barbed wire probably stolen from a farmer…well most definitely stolen from a farmer as one of the crowd members stood up and starting yelling ‘you let my chickens out’. The men placed these items around the ring before returning to the back.
Al: Contestants! You get yer asses out here now! And you better not be no showing me, or I WILL hunt you doooown!
The first man to emerge is a fairly large man with long hair, a scraggly goatee and build like a tank (OOC: Think Rhyno). The man is wearing a flannel shirt overlaid with a heavy blue jean jacket with words on the back. He also sports extremely tattered jeans and black work boots. The man charges down to the ring hitting it at full force, causing the entire thing to shake.
Al: Do NOT destroy my ring you ingrate!
The man ignores Al and goes over to the giant Hodge box and picks out a barbed wire baseball bat, raising it high in the air. As the man gets in the ring with it a large name can be seen on the back of his outfit…Ruckus. Ruckus goes to stand next to Al and waits for his adversary. The man in white stirs a bit now, as he seems to be interested at whoever is coming next. A couple of seconds later Vortex can be seen at the top of the ‘ramp’ dressed in a plain black tee-shirt and blue jeans. He also is wearing fingerless gloves and white sneakers. Vortex walks down to the ring expressionless, staring down Ruckus. Vortex enters the ring, turns towards Al and starts laughing.
Al: Hey…what the hell man! This is a SERIOUS ORGAN-I-ZATION! Now you quit smirkin at me like a giddy school girl!
This causes Vortex to erupt in laughter. The crowd obviously isn’t behind him as they start whipping odds and ends at him, thinking that’s what any crowd of a ‘respectable’ organization should do.
Vortex: Al…you’re an idiot.
This causes Al to become infuriated, and he takes a wild swing with the monkey wrench. This is exactly what Vortex was aiming for as he ducks the swing and watches as momentum forces Al to backswing and connects directly with Ruckus’s midsection. Ruckus doubles over, grunts, and forcibly throws Al out of the ring to the dirt below. The crowd roars at this, obviously over ready for some real action. Ruckus and Vortex have a momentary staredown before Ruckus charges swinging the bat in a high arc. Vortex dodges to the left, locking Ruckus in a makeshift German Suplex. Vortex whips backwards and connects with the move, Ruckus landing on his neck, dropping the bat in the process. This stuns Ruckus for a moment and allows Vortex to pick up the bat and gets a swing in, connecting with Ruckus’s leg. Ruckus is infuriated at seeing his lacerated leg, and jumps up oblivious to pain. He charges Vortex sending him into the opposite corner, when the men hit the corner Ruckus starts to pound away with his fists. Vortex is taking many blows, the only thing saving him is a loose beer bottle connecting and shattering on Ruckus’s head. Vortex is dazed and falls to a sitting position in the corner; out of nowhere his ‘fan’ enters the ring. The man jumps on top of Ruckus and is quickly thrown off, and kicked out of the ring where he is intercepted by Al and Bobby. This momentary distraction is enough, and it allows Vortex to charge Ruckus and spear him out of the side of the ring onto the ground. Both men are stunned, and roll apart from each other.
Vortex is the first one to rise, and grabs a nearby table attempting to set it up. A scream from Ruckus causes Vortex to turn, which is indeed a huge mistake. Ruckus charges the table causing it to explode in a shower of splinters, his momentum forcing both men into one of the guard rails. Ruckus lifts Vortex to a power bomb position, and brings him down back first onto the metal rail an audible crack being heard. Of course the crowd cheers at this, Vortex slumping to the ground. Ruckus walks over to the opposite side of the ring and grabs a chair. He squats for a moment before running full tilt at the downed Vortex, intending to bludgeon him. Vortex somehow stands and albeit being a little off balance connects with a sidekick, causing metal to meet head. Ruckus falls to a sitting position still holding the chair; Vortex gets on top of one of the guard rails and performs his Blackout Dropkick causing Ruckus to fly backwards. Both men are again down, as the crowd is going wild sounding as if there are ten times the numbers of people in attendance.
Vortex is the first man to rise, obviously looking to end this quick. He tries to drag Ruckus over towards the entrance but is met with a clubbing blow to the head along the way. Vortex falls near the Hodge box, and Ruckus sees this as an opportunity to use its contents again. He pulls out a sledgehammer, and swings high a blow that could of ended Vortex’s career had he not rolled out of the way and let gravity take it’s toll on Ruckus, who connects with one of the entrance ‘ramps’. The resulting noise is extremely loud and no doubt caused many in attendance to lose hearing. Vortex regains his feet and looks to perform a running bulldog on the ramp but is met with an elbow to the chest. Ruckus picks Vortex up into a fireman’s carry position and performs a Death Valley Driver onto the ramp. Vortex grunts in pain and slumps again, the crowd going nuts. The man in white looks miffed, as it appears his new ‘opportunity’ has just been splattered everywhere. Ruckus goes to ringside and picks up one of the barbed wire spools, coming near Vortex, kicking him out of the way, and lining the ramp with barbed wire. Ruckus doesn’t immediately try to impale Vortex, as he walks over to ringside and grabs a ladder from under the ring. Ladder in one hand, Vortex in another, Ruckus walks up the ramp causing the wire to crunch under his feet; aiming for the garage Bobby and Al use for a backstage area. Ruckus hefts the ladder up on top of the garage and goes to drag Vortex up also. Vortex has other plans, as he smashes Ruckus’s head into the side of the metal garage leaving a small dent. Ruckus falls backwards, and Vortex limps down the ramp and retrieves a chair. Vortex limps back up the ramp and attempts to finish off Ruckus with a series of chair shots, but is halted with a boot to the midsection. Ruckus places Vortex in a bear hug, applying much pressure in an attempt to stun him. This works as Vortex slumps just enough to allow Ruckus to again use the garage as a weapon, slamming Vortex into it. Ruckus succeeds in his goal of dragging Vortex up the ladder and onto the roof, throwing him into the center. Ruckus then looks down at the crowd now about 15 feet below them, and pounds his chest. This causes the crowd to roar again knowing that Ruckus is about to attempt his finishing move, the Blind Faith (crucifix powerbomb). Ruckus sets up the ladder, and drags Vortex up to the top of it, lifting him into position.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:07:11 GMT -5
Thankfully for Vortex, Ruckus stalls for enough time, allowing him to use the ladder as a weapon and bounce Ruckus’s head off the top causing both men to fall backwards onto the roof. Vortex is beyond exhausted at this point, and looks to immediately end this match, picking up the chair and smashing it against Ruckus’s head. Other than the thump not much is different after the attack, as both men are already bleeding profusely. Vortex stumbles backwards, perilously close to falling off of the edge, and at this moment Ruckus’s adrenaline kicks in, and he charges Vortex. Vortex drops to the ground, causing Ruckus to fly overhead and sail off of the edge hitting nothing but metal and barbed wire below. A roar of the crowd, throwing of objects, and a lot of swearing from Ruckus results. The man in white rises, and begins clapping loudly, and is quickly seated by the man behind him as he was blocking the man’s view. Vortex knows he’s already won; as there is no way Ruckus can be standing after what just happened to him. Despite this fact, Vortex grabs the chair, and climbs up onto the ladder.
The crowd explodes, knowing there is yet one big move to be had before this day is over. Vortex stumbles around wobbling on the ladder as he puts his back towards the crowd as he clutches the chair out in front of him. Vortex looks down, notes the downed Ruckus’s position and leaps off the edge in a stunning back flip. Time seems to stop as the crowd goes dead silent, and only the crunching of metal and bodies can be heard and seen as Vortex bounces off of Ruckus with high impact, landing somewhere nearby. The crowd regains there composure and storms the barricades, leaping over and surrounding the two downed men. The man in white pushes through the rowdy crowd and stands next to Vortex.
Man: Dimitrius…I’d like to welcome you to the Wilhelm Wrestling Alliance.
The man helps Vortex to his feet, and offers him the briefcase full of money (after knocking a few greedy bystanders out of the way).
Vortex: No…way…in…hell. If…you couldn’t see my talent…before I went to hell and back with this…animal, then you can’t see it now.
The man looks absolutely stunned. He retracts the briefcase, and glares at Vortex.
Man: You’re telling me you don’t want this chance? That you don’t want this money?
Vortex: That’s…exactly what I’m telling you. I’m done with this place…done with backyard feds. I’m going for something bigger…and it sure isn’t going to be with you. I wrestle for honor, not for some damn paycheck!
Al comes running over to Vortex and grabs him, looking directly into his eyes.
Al: You can’t leave. Never. I done told you yer here FOR LIFE. You hear me? We OWN you!
Vortex: You ‘own’ me?
Vortex turns away from Al, before connecting with a huge right hand knocking Al to the ground and walks away, camera fading to black. The scene returns to the Rogers Centre which is now also exploding with energy. All 53,000 fans are on their feet, cheering for Vortex, obviously appreciating his little video.
Vortex: I told you…even if I’m not on the card I’ll still bring the house down. Because…I AM the exception!
Vortex drops the microphone, retrieves his ladder and leaves the ring. As he walks to the back the noise increases in volume, the fans knowing that this is just a small taste of what is still to come tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:07:45 GMT -5
Segment: “30 Minute Advertisement” (Credit: Kudo)
Kudo Yasuda, a wrestler who has recently become a fan favorite to hate, steps into camera view backstage in the area just before the arena donning full wrestling gear and his R-3 headband tied just below his knee.
Kudo: Time is closing in on the 30 minute gathering that’s scheduled for tonight. The 30 minutes bit courtesy of me. Of course that’s a win-lose situation, because on one hand you get a guaranteed 30 minutes of certified Kudo Yasuda action, and on the other hand you will be force fed garbage like Nick Durden for 30 minutes straight. But don’t worry, it’s only natural that wrestlers look like garbage when they take me on. I have that effect on people.
The crowd boos as Kudo takes a more direct approach to making fun of his opponent.
Kudo: You know Durden, if I knock your ass out in the first 10 minutes, I think I’m going to pin you about 100 times before I let the referee stop the fight. Who knows, maybe I’ll spend the last 20 minutes dancing the tango with your carcass, but if there’s one thing that I guarantee, it’s that you will be embarrassed.
*Boo*
Kudo: I hear the boos now, but you should reserve them for when Nick waltzes in to the arena, because there’s no doubt that he’ll be going over the top on his Hollywood pretty boy entrance. But this is his first Omega Effect and perhaps I should cut him some slack because he doesn’t know better. He doesn’t know that at the biggest ACW show of the year, you can be as showy as you want, but at the same time it becomes even more important that you back it up. It is after all the biggest show - and the biggest venue for screwing up.
And before anyone asks, no I will not need to have Wyvern, Stark or even Miss Saito anywhere around in my corner, because as far as I’m concerned, this is an R-3 affair, involving 2 light heavyweights, regardless of the difference in skill.
Call it the explosion of youth, a light heavyweight sextravaganza as Thunderkiss might say, or whatever you want. But with what I’ve seen and done in the ring, this is more like a veteran training a rookie. Nick Durden is going to learn and it will be a painful 30 minute lesson with no bells or bathroom breaks.
So it goes, and so it will be.
These 30 minutes is going to be like an extended commercial. And what’s being presented and sold to the fans is something that they all need and want: More Kudo, and the rise of their Armada leader.
*Boo*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:08:16 GMT -5
Segment: Man of Iron, Soul of Steel (Credit: Santiago)
The scene opens up to Santiago Rivera standing by a worn concrete wall with cracks and bruises in it.
Santiago: So here we are again, ACW. The third edition in our series, Omega Effect! This year there’s that special little feeling everybody gets. That shiver that runs up and down your spine, thinking of the moment you step up the stairs to the stage, and you walk out into the light, having over 50,000 screaming, obsessed fans staring at you.
It’s a moment that some dream about, a moment that some dread. But for me, it’s a moment that I cherish. Because, that very moment is a remainder of how much I’ve accomplished in such a small amount of time. It makes me glance back to the very day that I started wrestling, not only here, but in Mexico. It shows how much I’ve improved.
Now tonight could be my last here, or it could be the start of another reign. No matter what happens I’m still going to go out there and show you all that the Iron Man hasn’t rusted. I’m going to show you all just how much I love this business and my job!
But no matter what, my fate is also going to be decided in this one fall match up. So if I get pinned tonight, ACW, I just want to say—thank you. I’ve faced the best and the brightest here and this was a real stepping stone to help me improve myself as a whole. I’ve learned so much from my time here and I dedicated my life for it.
So what if I was only here maybe only a year and two-thirds, but people, look what I’ve accomplished in that time! I was a former International Champion for 114 days! A tag team champion DURING that International Title reign, and a Light Heavyweight Champion. Many people only dream of doing that much in under 2 years.
Yet down the road, I’ve only accomplished this much because of those who’ve taught me. So right now, I’d like to thank these people. First off, the people who took me in from the rain at the very beginning, the Senatorial Stable…
Senator, you were my role model and I will never, ever forget that. All I wanted was to come out of this business with was the knowledge that you gave to me, and I will. I wish you good luck in the Main Event tonight!
Hunter, god bless his soul wherever he may be, I didn’t get along with you from the start but we learned to put differences aside and become the best of friends. I’ll never forget you.
And everyone else who was there for me I don’t have much time so thank you for the memories that have helped me over my career. Next, RDK….you were my mentor and after I turned on you for the sake of the Stable, we had a bitter rivalry. However, that time is when I learned most. I learned more in the ring and backstage than ever before, so thank you and please, take out Thunderkiss tonight!
Everyone else who’ve been there, the fans, the workers, everybody…thank you! You all have made this a wonderful time for me. And Alpha Championship Wrestling, you will never be forgotten by me…..
ACW, thank you, because without you…there’d be no “Iron Man” So tonight, I’m going to try my hardest and keep the power going, but if I do lose my job tonight, I just want to know that the spirit and life of the Iron Man won’t die as long as it’s in your hearts and memories!
Ladies and gentlemen……tonight is do or die for me so let’s go out there and have some fun with it.[/color]
Santiago smiles and this could very be the last time that he speaks on ACW television. Could this be Santiago’s last “Supper?” Stay tuned…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:08:51 GMT -5
Match 7: 30 Minute Iron Man Match Nick Durden vs Kudo Yasuda ] Lights cut to dark. The intro to “What I Want” by Daughtry kicks into gear as blinding white lights chaotically flicker near the entryway, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself psyched up for the impending match.It always seemed that I was sorry for the things that I did But never did a thing about it 'til I let you inThe lights return as Nick steps out from the entryway. He flashes a quick look to both sides of the audience before running to the left side of the stage and taunting enthusiastically, inciting uproarious cheers.It's kinda funny about the time that I was falling apart You came and put me back together nowNick runs to the opposite side of the stage and repeats, receiving a similar ovation.'Cause what I want And what I need Has now become the same thing you’ve been offeringNick returns to the center of the stage and begins his march to the ring.Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a thirty-minute Iron Man match! Making his way to the ring...from Venice Beach, California...weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...“THE SUBMISSION MAGICIAN”....NICK...DUUUUUUUUURDEEEEEEEEEEEN! With about ten feet remaining between himself and the ring, he breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring. He flashes a quick look to the audience before rising up to his feet.As days go by I’ve finally become what you want me to beNick walks to one turnbuckle and mounts the second rope, taunting to the audience once more. He dismounts and walks to the other turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he tosses away his trench coat and begins stretching out.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 fervent boos.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.Phillip: And his opponent...from Kyoto, Japan...weighing in at two hundred pounds...“MISTER K.O.”...KUDO...YAAAAAAASUUUUDAAAAAAAAA! 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 shakes loose his limbs as a final preparation for the match before Raymond Allen Fleming calls for the bell.DING, DING, DING!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 23, 2007 15:10:02 GMT -5
The two start the match by assuming the shoot stance. Kudo acts first with a forward thrust kick, but Nick parries it away. Nick then tries for a kick to Kudo’s knee, but Kudo retracts the targeted leg just in time to pull it out of Nick’s range. Nick hurls forth a right cross, but Kudo pulls his head back just in time to watch Nick’s fist sail right past his face. Before Nick can anticipate the next move, Kudo has drilled a roundhouse into Nick’s knee. Nick throws a knife-edge chop, but Kudo ducks and grabs hold of Nick’s legs before sweeping them out from under him in a double leg takedown. Kudo then mounts Nick and unloads a stiff punch straight into his face. Nick fights back with a slap.
PUNCH!...SLAP!...PUNCH!...SLAP!...PUNCH!...SLAP!... PUNCH!...SLAP!...PUNCH!...SLAP!...PUNCH!...SLAP!
Nick rolls to the side so that he ends up mounted on Kudo before unleashing a series of headbutts.
HEADBUTT!........HEADBUTT!.......HEADBUTT!
Kudo hooks his arms under Nick’s, leaving him unable to protect his face as Kudo counters with some trapping headbutts of his own.
HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT! HEADBUTT!
As soon as Kudo releases Nick’s arms, Nick puts them to good use as he rains some forearm strikes down on Kudo.
FOREARM!...FOREARM!...FOREARM!...FOREARM!...FOREARM!... FOREARM!...FOREARM!...FOREARM!...FOREARM!
Kudo takes hold of Nick’s arm and traps it across his shoulder. Kudo then throws his legs up and wraps them around Nick’s arm to take Nick into an armbar. Nick gets to his feet and jerks his arm out of Kudo’s grasp. Immediately after, Nick wraps his arm around Kudo’s leg and flips him over into a half crab. Despite Nick’s earnest efforts to weigh him down, Kudo manages to claw his way to the ropes. Nick releases Kudo and rises to his feet. As soon as Kudo gets back up, Nick strikes with a swift open-handed slap to Kudo’s face. Kudo responds with a slap of his own.
SLAP!..........SLAP!..........SLAP!.........SLAP!.......SLAP!........SLAP!........SLAP!......... SLAP!.........CHOP!...CHOP!...CHOP!....KICK!..........KICK!.........KICK!
Nick whips Kudo to the corner. Nick charges after him and tries for a Yakuza kick, but Kudo gets out of the way. While Nick’s leg is still draped over the top rope, Kudo chops Nick across the back.
CHOP!............CHOP!......CHOP!.....KICK!................CHOP!
Kudo concludes the combo with a gamengiri to Nick’s face! Nick staggers back to the center of the ring, and Kudo pursues with a rolling koppou kick! Kudo covers.
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KICKOUT
Kudo pulls Nick up to his knees and boxes him in the ears with a Mongolian chop. However, Nick merely shakes out the cobwebs and pops right back up to get face to face with Kudo, who responds with another Mongolian chop, which causes Nick to double over, leaving himself open to a toe kick straight into the chest. Kudo runs to the ropes and when he bounces off, Nick buries a spinning back heel kick into his gut. Nick slaps Kudo across the face again and runs to the ropes, bouncing off to floor Kudo with a Misawa-style elbow strike! Nick covers.
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