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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:32:38 GMT -5
Match 4: Yoko Satoshi vs Dr. Phate (Credit: FSX) As should be expected, Seven Deadly Sins has been absolutely nothing to disappoint thus far, and you'd be sadly mistaken to assume it would at any time. You should expect greatness when you attend each and every ACW PPV, and if you don't you are filled with hate. It's the truth, as nine out of ten dentists agree. Anyway, soon enough the loud and overly anxious crowd was silenced by the presence of Phillip in the ring, as our next match appeared to be in the cards to occur shortly.Phillip: Ladies and gentleman, I can honestly not stress enough what a contest we have on our hands shortly… The rematch of the century is upon us! He stops for a moments, to receive a bit of a cheap pop, and smiles as it was what he wanted.Phillip: Introducing first, A man of endless skill, and unbelievable ability....hailing from 'Phatesville', Michigan. He is the Doctor of your Phate. The Icon of...Michigan. The Jolly Green Giant of the Ring. The Laser-eyed champion of champions. The galactic ruler of the underworld. The killer of over seventeen teenagers in 1998. The -- As the sound guy appears to of had enough with Phillip's over exaggerated introduction, "You're The Best" by Joe "Bean" Esposito echoes out, and Dr. Phate appears appears from the curtains. He appears to be quite bewildered, as he barely acknowledges the loudly booing audience, staring at Phillip the entire time. The young star has already made an impressive impact on the followers of ACW, but he seems to have deeply confused and traumatized its ring announcer. Shaking his head a bit, he rolled into the ring and quickly stomped over to the corner, climbing a turnbuckle and generally telling those who are within hearing distance to go fuck themselves, as Phillip twiddles his thumbs and watches him. Phate stares at him for a moment, dropping from the turnbuckle, and resting back in his corner, turning his attention to the entrance ramp as 'Flower of Carnage' hits.Phillip: And this horrible, monster of a man's opponent...Hailing from Okinawa, Japan. She is questionably undefeatable, and without a loss for two years. YOOOKOOOOOO SAATTOOOSHII!!! Many in the audience nearly seem to die of anticipation, and it may be questionable if anyone died or not as she appeared on the ramp, as loud, deafening cheers are heard. She smiles softly herself, giving a quick wave to some of her fans, before looking down to the ring. Both individuals seem to be taking each other quite a bit more serious then they had on their first encounter, and this one looks to not disappoint. As Yoko slowly approaches the ring, Phate seems to want to make a statement, startling her by running up to the ropes. Rather then leaping over them however, he turns and backhands Phillip. There isn't really a negative reaction at this however, as anyone likely would after that ring introduction. As the sniffling ring announcer makes his way out of the ring, Phate takes a few steps back and waves for her to enter the ring, an odd smile on his face. She seems to hesitate at first, but knowing she will have too eventually anyway, she quickly slides into the ring. Both individuals watch each others movements carefully, before taking their individual corners, and awaiting for the bell to ring.
Bell Rings.As if on cue, they both dash to at each other, apparently wanting to get in the first move and take a decisive early advantage. This looks as if it will work for Yoko, as she has the slight speed advantage, before Phate suddenly stops and opens his arms. Unable to stop at this point, but too taken back and confused by the action to make one of her own, she finds herself running right into her arms, and being caught in quite a large hug. Many in attendance seem intrigued at first, expecting a bear hug of sorts, before Yoko pushes him away, flustered. I suppose that's what they call 'hug revenge'. As the unbeatable machine seems to be too far caught up in the sensitive and beautiful moment, she has no time to react as Phate charges yet again, this time apparently with intent to do damage. He hits her with a stiff knee to the gut on the run, and soon elbows her in the back twice. He seems to be planning his moves before he makes them as this point, as he swiftly brings her down with a suplex. Yoko appears to be in a weakened state at this, though the initial shock advantage that Phate had earlier secured seemed to of worn off. Fazed, but not quite lost as to what was occurred, Yoko snapped a few odd lefts and rights into Phate's stomach as he moved to lift her back to his feet, only to hit a quick fury of left jabs himself. Startled by this retaliation, Yokoberg may of just reacted on instinct as she attempts to hit a jawbreaker, but only manages to be grabbed up herself. Despite initially putting up a struggle, she is soon hit with yet another falling vertical suplex. The only difference this time around however was that she was quicker to her feet, surprising the good Doctor. He must of been surprised, at least, as he found it impossible to react at all to the following swinging neckbreaker. Falling to the mat as such, however, didn't serve as much an impact on the larger man, as Yoko really seemed to be having trouble hitting any moves on him with a maximum deal of damage. A tint of anger appeared on her face as Phate was quick to his feet with a smile on his face, and she was ready to him with a dropkick, but he didn't step into it, as was the cliched thing to do. Instead, he waited for her to be in the air, before rushing forward and hitting her with a running senton on her way down. Everyone in attendance could feel that one, as she whiplashed off the mat, and Phate rolled her over for the pin. He likely would of got the three, had her foot not been under the rope. After pulling her to the middle of the ring however, the referee could barely count one before Yoko shot up an arm. Looking notably pissed at this point, Phate wasted no time at all pulling her up into a sleeper hold. She looked to be struggling for her life, or at least attempting with all her might to retain her energy, but she was having so much trouble getting away. Phate may not look it, but he had quite a tight hold on her, and as she looked to even be gaining the slighted bit of freedom, he quickly scissored his legs around her and laid back. She looked almost to be gagging at this point, which some may consider uncommon for a sleeper. But if it wasn't a sleeper, then what could it be? Ohhh..a rear choke! The referee seemed to take some time realizing this however, lifting and dropping her arm twice before taking a better look at the hold, and quickly telling Phate he had to break it. The reply though seems to be only a shaking of the head, though he very well may of spit in his face as well. The ref replies to this the only way he knows how, threatening a disqualification by beginning the five count. One.....Two.....Three...Four.....but that was all the pressure that Phate could take. Believing the damage had been done, he quickly releases the hold. How will Yoko reply to this? She won't. Phate managed to lock in the choke for quite a long time, and the almighty Yokoberg was currently motionless on the mat. Everyone in attendance was speaking their disapproval of the rookies cheap tactics, though they seem to be working quite well. Phate sighs after a moment, before slowly lifting Yoko off the mat, he take a good look around at everyone, before winding up and hitting a huge headbutt. He even appears a bit dizzy at his, rubbing his forehead soon after the two cracked skulls, though immediately looking to see what result it had. It didn't seem to be much at all at first, before a small trickle of blood began to drizzle from Yoko's forehead. Phate didn't even bother watching as he walked over to the turnbuckle and climbed it, as the few fans who's attention remained on Yoko cried out in horror as the small drizzle had grown into a solid flow, some staring in disbelief. Before the referee could move to check on her condition though, Phate had already lept off the top to deliver a diving headbutt, again smacking heads with her. Despite the fact he found himself clutching his forehead, it did Yoko much worse off. A few moments following the maneuver, she her face was covered in blood, and she was convulsing on the mat, which for some reason led one obnoxiously loud member in the audience to chant TEE-NNN-AYY...before someone set him straight, and the chant quickly stopped. Despite the question of if this fan remained conscious was up in the air, everyone was far too engrossed in the contest at hand. Phate was unsure just what to do at this point, following wiping his opponents blood from his forehead. Was it time for him to finish off his opponent? No...he wanted to embarrass the idol of all these fans. Slowly, he dragged up the nearly motionless form of Yoko Satoshi and set up a traditional Texas Piledriver, being sure to drive her skull into the mat. With the sickening thud, there were a few cries in attendance, and even the referee cringed at the site, before Phate rolled over her limp form and placed a finger on her chest. No matter how much damage is done, perhaps this was simply egotistical and foolish....or maybe not, she just got beat down. We'd discover the answer soon enough though, as the referee dropped and began his count. One........ Two................. TH--- Noooo!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:33:35 GMT -5
You must know better then to expect Yoko to go out so simply, as she weakly lifted a shoulder. Frustrated, Phate quickly pulled himself over her and hooked a leg, leading to another count. Though, at this point, there was no difference. Could Yoko be Yoko-ing up? Is Yoko-ing up a thing? Either way, she kicked out twice, and that was always good. Despite the fact she hadn't really stirred through her own kicking out, Phate must of believed she had, as he quickly lifted her up. He held her form there for a moment, not quite positive just what he should do, before setting up for an Evenflow DDT. Signaling to the crowd, he looked to deliver it before receiving a few stiff punches to the abdomen. Taken back, but not letting go of the front headlock, he tried to nail the move anyway, but only ended up falling down himself. The bloody, and still likely dazed Yoko appeared to be working with instinct at this point, as she stumbled over to Phate as he was kneeling and hit a sloppy Pop from Okinawa (Shining Wizard). It may just of taken more energy out of her then it did her opponent, as she flopped to the ground and remained there, even as Phate rolled on his back. Still, with neither individual making a move to return to their feet, the referee decided it was best to begin the 10 count.
One.............
Two........................As Phate already began to stir
Three.............and with that, Phate was up, but Yoko was quite out of it.
Four.......as Phate decides he doesn't like to wait, and quickly lifts Yoko up himself, thus ending that fiasco. Really, imagine this match ending in such a manner. BK and Jake would be pissed. Yoko was at least a bit awake this time when Phate lifted her, and he realized this, kneeing her again in her open wound of a forehead, and hitting a Double Underhook Suplex. The result was effective, and questionably amazing, as Yoko flew across the ring, hitting the ropes, and actually tumbling out of the ring. Phate sighs a bit, a smirk on his face, as he walks back to the ropes. Yoko is holding her head as she stirs on the outside, and just as she stands, Phate comes running, using a miraculous amount of agility to springboard himself off the top rope and dive the outside!! The only problem? As Yoko saw him doing this, she rolled back into the ring quickly, allowing Phate to crash to the outside with a thud. A small smile came to her bloodstained face as she looked to the ropes now, running off them before coming back and using a great deal of agility herself and diving off the top rope, the only difference being that Phate caught her coming down in a lifted powerbomb position, only to be hit by a variation Yokocanrana! Phate once again hits the ground hard and arches his back, as Yokoberg moves to her hands and knees and breathes heavily, trying to return some energy as she shakes her head a few times. The fact she was still going was a testament to her incredible stamina, and her never say die nature, but also to her desire to never lose...ever. Slowly she rose to her feet and lifted the large man up, rolling him back into the ring and quickly sliding in after him, lazing over him and attempting to get the three. Despite all the agony they had both endured up to this point, however, Phate STILL managed to kick out at the two. Many in attendance expressed shock, some possibly pissed themselves, as Yoko herself rose to her knees and shook her head, wondering just what it would take to put him away. Sighing to herself, she slowly rose to her feet, making her way over to the corner and awaiting her opponent to rise. It took a few moments, but Phate slowly began to stir and rise to his feet, as she ran and went to deliver a bunny knee! The problem? The referee was feeling incompetent, and actually accidentally walked in the way of the move. Both Yoko and Phate appeared shocked as the ref was hit with it fiercely, and he fell to the mat in a pretzel. Yoko looked almost to regret the move, taking her eyes off fate for a moment to nudge at the ref, if only to make sure he was still breathing, only to turn around and get smacked by a pair of brass knuckles. Why would our beloved Phate cheat?! Oh...right...he's a heel. Yoko's eyes seemingly roll into the back of her head at the impact as she falls back with a thud to the mat. The good Doctor smiled to himself, throwing the knucks to the crowd before dropping down for the pin, hooking both legs this time.
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Two..................................
Three!!!!!!!!
Four.....?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:34:21 GMT -5
Phate looked confused, as he looked over to the referee, before cursing out loudly upon realizing that he was knocked out just prior to taking the advantage. Looking back down the ramp, he repeatedly waved for another referee to come down. A few moments passed, and one eventually came running down (just as paramedics had removed the unconscious referee.) As Phate turned to pin Yoko again, however, he found himself rolled into an inside cradle, that the ref appeared to have no problem with counting! One...........Two..........Thr!!...Thr? That means kick out! Yoko can be heard groaning as Phate kicks out, and appears quite angry himself. Both quickly return to their feet, moving to stare each other down for a moment. The momentary stare down allowed those in attendance to cheer loudly, as despite all that has occurred, it has been a great contest! They may not know just what they need to do to win, but they both know just what they need to do to win over the crowd. They both smile at each other at this, before Phate poked Yoko in the eye! What an ass? What next? A foot stomp! This match has turned into a three stooges episode somehow! The wise guy prepared to hit a backdrop following this, only to be hit with Jaded Memories....I don't remember any stooge doing that. Phate's eyes bug out of his head following the move, as he collapses to the fetal position, gasping and crying out in agony. He will never have children. With a smirk, Yoko quickly lifts Phate up, and hits The Spinny Thing! You could say she just twisted his PHATE...>.>...<.<...With a sigh, she sat up after hitting this and looked back at him, and for some reason was just sure that it wouldn't be enough. Slowly rising to her feet once again, she lifted him with her and backed up a few steps, looking to put quite a bit of impact in this next move, perhaps even going for the YKO! As she came running forward, however, she was suddenly hit by a big LAAAAARRIIIIATTOOOO~~~~, as Phate revived for just long enough to notice his situation and turn it in his favor. They both collapsed to the mat, though there was notably a bit more impact on Yoko's neck as she hit. They laid there for a moment, before Phate managed to drape an arm over the undefeatable machine, and perhaps end an immortal streak in the process.
One................................
Two....................................................
Three!!!!!!!
Phate himself appears to be stirring in shock, as he hears this, a big smile coming to his face as he returns to his knees and raises an arm in triumph, as Phillip returns to the ring, and everyone in attendance stares on in shock.
Phillip: ...Are...are you serious?! And....the winner of this match!! And officially ending the streak of Yokoberg, 'The Icon' Dr. Phate!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:35:01 GMT -5
Upon hearing these words, and hearing "You're The Best" by Joe "Bean" Esposito hit over the speakers, it all seems to sink in. Doctor Phate, a rookie, has ended the reign of a true legend. He can't help but laugh a bit, raising to his feet and bending over as he shook his head back and forth, still in shock. Had he not noticed the referee chatting with Phillip, however, he may of been more keen to this situation. Soon enough, Phillip was out of the ring and Yoko was up, also in shock.
Phillip: I've been informed that Yoko had, in fact, gotten her shoulder up before the three....therefore, this match will be continued!!
Phate's head shot up as he heard this, followed by the bell ringing. He looked almost like a deer caught in headlights as he looked around in shock, having believed the match was already over.
Before he could actually interpret just what was going on, however, he turned to get kneed in the gut, and hit with a quick Flying Guillotine! Having already been dazed and confused, Phate doesn't react whatsoever to the move, and is slammed to the ground, quickly rolled over for the pin, with the referee already down to count it.
One.......................
Two.................................
Three!!!!!
And this time, there was no question it was over.
Phillip: Alright...are we good this time?
The referee offers a single nod, before walking over to Yoko and raising her hand in victory. She appears to be near tears as blood still covers her, having thought just a short while ago she had lost, quite reassured as 'Flower of Carnage' hits.
Phillip: Ok then...The winner of this match, and STILL undefeated in over two years of competition, YOKOOOOOOOOOOO SATTOOOOSSSHIII!!!!
The building erupts in cheers as they hear this, as Yoko appears to waste no time rolling out of the ring, raising an arm to the audience as she smiles and makes her way to the back, blood stained. She's likely off to celebrate her success the best way possible; Sarin. Remaining in the ring, however, is the winner of this match for roughly thirty odd seconds, Dr. Phate. He appears to be in utter shock as he remains there on his knees, none of this having set in. He can't believe the biggest victory of his career had been taken away just like that. Soon his look of shock changed to a look of fury, however, as he pounded the mat a few times. Someone would have to pay for this travesty...but who? And could anything top this excitement? We'll just have to see, as there is still so much more to be seen!!!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:37:07 GMT -5
Segment: The Segment Where Yoko Proposes To Sarin (Credit: Sarin / Yoko / ??)
Owww, my head.
After that match with Dr. Phate, Yoko is walking very slowly back to her locker room, to avoid staggering. She’s very dizzy from the blow to the head. She keeps checking the spot that’s bleeding to make sure it’s slowing, and it has, significantly. She also keeps checking her nose, and thankfully, it isn’t bleeding. That was a close call.
As she nears her room, she sees that the door is open just a crack, and Sarin’s voice is coming from within.
Finally got here…after my match. Better have a good excuse.
As Yoko gets closer, she hears a second voice. She raises an eyebrow and peeks through the sliver of a door opening, and sees Sarin holding a white box…and standing in front of her is Rattlesnake.
Sarin: …So I had to go back and get it today, it’s so you.
Rattlesnake: You really didn’t have to buy me a hat. Really.
Sarin frowns. Rattlesnake sighs and rolls his eyes.
Rattlesnake: But it’s a nice gesture. I’ll tell you what, I’ll wear it tonight for my match. How's that sound?
Sarin smiles.
Sarin: Good!
Rattlesnake: But hey, I need to go. I shouldn’t be here, Yoko’s probably killed Phate by now. My time's coming up soon.
Sarin: You’re right. Good luck in the match tonight.
Rattlesnake: Thanks. I think I might need it this time around.
Sarin sets down the white box and embraces Snake, kissing him passionately.
Yoko’s jaw drops as her mind goes blank and the energy is drained from her body in an instant. She presses her hand against the door, causing it to creak open slowly. The kiss instantly breaks as they turn toward the noise. There is a long period of silence and stillness as if time had permanently stopped before any word is spoken.
Sarin: …Yoko.
Yoko slowly steps into the room, like a zombie.
Rattlesnake: It isn’t what it looks li-Hell, I guess it is. I don't know what to say aside from I'm sorry.
Sarin: Yoko, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way.
Yoko: When.
Sarin: I was planning to tell you really soon, I swear, really soo-
Yoko: No, when did it start.
Snake and Sarin look at each other and then back at Yoko.
Sarin: Do you remember when you got hospitalized and we got fired, and the roster started visiting you to wish you well?
Yoko: But you never left my side in the hospital…
Sarin: I didn’t, but when Rattlesnake visited you, you were asleep. So we chatted while you slept. There was…a spark. I can’t explain it. When he left, he offered to have dinner with me sometime.
Rattlesnake: With the purest intentions, mind you. She looked beat, Yoko, I just thought she needed to get away from the hospital for a bit. But she never left you. She was always thinking of you.
Sarin: And after you got better, and after we got back from Okinawa and started our contract negotiations, I ran into him briefly at the anniversary show on the way back from the bathroom. That spark was still there, and on impulse, I took his dinner offer.
Yoko: Those times you went out with friends…
Sarin: Yes, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t want to upset you right after your hospital stay.
Yoko: I…I don’t understand. You’re gay…I’m your girlfriend. He isn’t a girl.
Sarin: I can’t explain it Yoko, I just feel something with him. Something I haven’t felt with you in a long time.
Yoko reaches up to the collar of her uniform and unbuttons the top button, then the second, then the third, slowly revealing the white shirt below.
Sarin: What are you doing?
Yoko: It’s because we haven’t had sex since November, I know it. He satisfies your needs.
Sarin: Snake and I haven’t…We haven’t…Yoko, you know that isn’t important to me!
She continues unbuttoning her jacket.
Yoko: Yes it is. I don’t care what my doctor says, I’m going to show you I still love you with all of my heart, just as passionately as the first night we were together.
Sarin: Yoko, stop it!
Rattlesnake: I should…I need to leave and let you two work this out alone.
As he steps out of the room, Sarin looks at him with a yearning for him to stay. Yoko sees the look, and stops unbuttoning her jacket. She looks down. Her hands fall limp at her side. Sarin steps up to her and grabs her hands.
Sarin: Listen, it has nothing to do with sex. I promise.
Yoko looks up at her. Sarin winces as she sees tears rolling down Yoko’s cheeks. Suddenly, Yoko tears her hands from Sarin’s.
Yoko: THEN I DON’T UNDERSTAND!
Sarin jerks back in shock at the sudden yelling. Yoko gets a sudden surge of adrenaline from the anger and that sick feeling you get in your stomach when love goes wrong. She grabs her croquet mallet from the corner of the room. Sarin finally starts to cry as she sees the fire burning in Yoko’s eyes.
Sarin: I’m sorry! I can’t explain it, I can’t! Please don’t hurt-ACK!
Yoko has grabbed her by the hair. Sarin closes her eyes in anticipation of whatever attack is to come. But nothing happens. She slowly opens her eyes, to see Yoko pointing her mallet at the door.
Yoko: I could never hurt you…I love you. I love you more than anything. But if it’s over…
She releases her grip on Sarin’s hair.
Yoko: I want you to leave this room and never come back. Go back to the hotel room, pack your things, and find another place to stay. I don’t ever want to see you again if I don’t have to.
Sarin eases herself to the door, noticeably upset. She reaches down for the white box, her gift to Rattlesnake.
Yoko: I propose you leave it right there.
Sarin: But…It’s…
Yoko: I SAID GET THE HELL OUT!
Sarin immediately rushes out of the room and down the hall in an instant.
Like before, the energy drains from Yoko and she drops her mallet. She walks over to the box and picks it up. She slowly opens it, revealing an expensive white cowboy hat within. She pulls it out, letting the box drop to the floor, and slowly walks over to her couch and sits down. She examines the hat briefly, and then puts it onto her head.
She stares blankly, at nothing, for several minutes.
She then drops her face into her hands and begins to sob. First the sobbing is quiet, but then quickly becomes more intense. As she cries, a large trickle of blood emerges from her nose, running between her fingers without her knowledge.
End Segment.
(OOC: Mystery credit obviously goes to Snake, for his lines.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:40:10 GMT -5
Match 5: Ladder Match Scott Andrews vs Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Ross Lambert) Back to the arena we go, where Philip is ready and waiting to announce the next match.“Ladies and Gentlemen… the following contest is a LADDER MATCH… the winner will be the first man to ascend the ladder and bring down the briefcase hanging above the ring” yells Philip Jones into the traditional ACW microphone as the crowd give him a thunderous ovations, 10 men run out with ladders (1 between 2) which = 5 ladders total, they set 2 on the entrance ramp, and 3 on each side of the ring (except for the commentators table side) and the crowd are still cheering loudly, a distant shot of the ring (from the second tier of fans) shows the briefcase slowly being lowered by the hook, it’s hanging above the ring. McNally: Ladies and Gentlemen there’s so much pride on the line here tonight in the heated rivalry between Mr. Scott Andrews and Mr. Kudo Yasuda, so much anger, this ladder match is going to be great! Eddison: You’ve got that right Nally! This one is going to be explosive, there’s tonnes on the line besides the mysterious briefcase, this is going to be awesome! Ding! Ding Ding! Phillip: Introducing first… from Denver, Colarado…weighing in at 233 pounds… “The Vigilante…. SCOTT ANDREEEEEWWWWSSSS!!” “For My Enemies” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a huge pop from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. 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 vest and waiting for his opponent.As his music dies down, Phillip raises the mic again. Phillip: AAAANDDD…. From Kyoto, Japan… weighing in at 200 pounds…. He is “The R-3 Prodigy”…. “KUDO….. YASUDA!” The arena lights dim and then suddenly flash periodically with the opening guitar riffs of “Poison” until the lights slowly come back fully on. Kudo Yasuda is seen at the top, and he sprints down the aisle, stops to look at a ladder and then he sprints down again into the ring, he slides in and gets to his feet, glaring at his Scott as the crowd boo loudly. Ding! The bell rings and the 2 glare at each other with wide eyes, the 2 walk up to each other and begin to yell at each other, nose to nose, Scott and Kudo yell random things at each other when Kudo puts out his hands and pushes Scott backwards, Kudo shakes his head but Scott comes back with a big punch and sends Kudo back as Scott punches Kudo rapidly in the face ‘till he’s leant against the ropes. Scott runs the opposite way and thunders on the rebound off the ropes at Kudo, he stretches his arms out but Kudo using all his strength hoists Scott up over his head sending Scott outside to the mat, Scott slowly picks himself up and Kudo uses the top rope as a swing to throw his legs through the middle ropes to kick Scott in the face, Kudo then climbs out the ring and lays kicks into the downed Scott, Kudo then heads for the nearest ladder and folds it up and holds it by the side, Kudo hops onto the apron but Scott is up and has grabbed Kudo’s leg while he’s on the apron, Kudo looks down at Scott and brings the end of the ladder onto his head. Scott falls down onto his back but quickly gets up, Kudo stands the ladder up and unfolds it and climbs at a quick pace but Scott is there, Scott grabs Kudo’s pants and punches him in the back, Kudo jumps down and goes to punch Scott in the face but Vigilante swerves out the way and hits a knee to Kudo’s gut, he then hits a Chin Crusher to the delight of the crowd as Kudo falls to the mat. Scott then picks up the ladder and folds it up and cradles it as he waits for Kudo to get up, he levels him with the ladder and Kudo falls right on his back to the delgith of the crowd, Scott puts the ladder on the floor and then grabs Kudo by his head Kudo throws his arms out though which puts Scott off guard, Kudo then back-hands Scott, Scott looks like he’s going to get mad but he calms down, Scott runs at Kudo but Kudo hits the drop toe-hold to the mat to the delight of the crowd. Kudo stalks Scott as he gets up and then he grabs Scott and hits a huge KO Exploder right onto the ladder, Scott rolls around in pain and Kudo puts the ladder into the corner, Scott rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself up off the mat, as Kudo puts his hands on his waist and squats down and stalks Scott who’s literally about to fall over but his grip holds on the rope, he clutches his back and then he spins around to see Kudo… McNally: Shades of Chuck Norris! What a BEAUTIFUL roundhouse kick by Kudo!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:41:54 GMT -5
Scott crumples to the ground after the swift spinning kick to the jaw, about 90% of the crowd cheer for the tribute to God, the other 10 boo because they’re devout Scott Marks, anyway, Kudo grabs Scott and Irish Whips him into the ladder, Scott lands face first and slumps against the ladder and Kudo seeing an opportunity walks to the other corner, he kneels down and waits for Scott to stand up straight, Scott begins to stand up as Kudo yells “AAAAIIYAAAAAAH”, he sprints across the ring full speed at Kudo and looks to hit a DEADLY Yakuza Knee but Scott takes a nose dive and Kudo goes knee first right into the ladder.
Eddison: Oh My God! Kudo just drilled his knee into that ladder! Not only is he going to have difficulty climbing or kicking or even walking for that matter, but McNally, tell me how on God’s Green Earth is he gonna’ climb the ladder?!
McNally: I dunno, but as much as I dislike Kudo, he’s got a whole lot of willpower, if he wants something, sooner or later he’ll get it Eddie. He’ll get it.
Kudo rolls around the ring clutching his knee in sheer agony as Scott stumbles briefly around the ring drunkenly, clutching his head and making sure his jaw isn’t broken, Scott sees Kudo clutching his knee and sees a big opening, Scott instantly capitalizes and lays stamps onto the right knee of Kudo as he does what he can to crawl to the ropes, Kudo reaches the bottom rope and Scott continues to stamp to the delight of the crowd.
Scott rolls outside the ring and grabs another ladder and holds it side-ways as he walks back to the ring, Kudo rather stupidly runs and hits a Baseball Slide into the ladder, sending the ladder crashing into Scott, but this hurts Kudo’s leg and he rolls back into the ring, yelling out in Japanese, Scott meanwhile is trying to peel the ladder off his face and his back off of the crowd barrier, he yanks himself off the barrier and slides the ladder into the ring as Kudo scrambles to his feet, Scott climbs into the ring.
Scott walks over to Kudo and kicks him in the back of the weak leg, taking Kudo right off his feet and onto his back, Scott drags the ladder over to to the turnbuckle, and places it opposite it, Scott then drags Kudo by his weak leg over to the ladder and lifts up one end of the ladder and puts Kudo’s leg inside it, the edge right on the joint, Scott stamps on the ladder to immobilize Kudo and then he climbs top rope.
Scott stands straight on top, facing the crowd, he then turns his fingers into a gun and points it at his temple, he pulls back his thumb and then places the thumb forward as he simulates the recoil, and as he does this he leaps backwards for a massive Suisault, landing smack dab on the ladder, all 233 pounds slamming down onto the ladder, sandwiching Kudo’s leg in the process. The crowd chant loudly as Scott rolls around the ring clutching his stomach as Holy Shit chants break out amongst the crowd.
Kudo is screaming in pain, cursing in Japanese as the crowd are cheering, Scott gets to his feet and grabs the ladder in the corner, planting it in the middle of the ring, setting it up, he climbs up the ladder at a rapid pace, heading for that briefcase which is dangling on a hook, Scott goes to reach it but Kudo is slowly pulling himself back to his feet, Kudo rebounds off the ropes and hits a Spiral Dropkick into the ladder, sending the ladder over, Scott lands on his back and the ladder lands on him, which causes a lot of pain for Scott but also a fair bit for Kudo who yells out while clutching his leg.
Eddison: D-D-D-DAAAAANGEERRROUUUSSSSS! Scott could be freakin’ dead!
McNally: It looks like to me he’s still breathing there Eddie,
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:43:17 GMT -5
Kudo is rolling around as Scott lies motionless on his back, Kudo gets up to his feet and pulls the ladder off of Scott and plants it flat on the ground, Kudo grabs Scott by his head and hooks him in the Suplex by position by the ladder… Kudo hoists up and drops Scott head first on the ladder, DEADLY brainbuster. Scott gets cut up from the ladder ripping into his flesh.
Eddison & McNally: BRAIIIIIINNNBUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!
McNally: What a move! That could be the end for Scott and hey look he’s bleeding all over the place! This is NASTY.
Kudo gets to his feet and clutches his leg in pain, the strain on it with hoisting up Scott being an absolute nightmare, Kudo rolls out of the ring slowly and looks under it for a weapon and he pulls out a steel chair, which he promptly throws into the ring and he also pulls out 2 tables, and slides them in individually as Scott begins to stir, Kudo rolls in and sees Scott stirring, he sets the chair up to sit on and literally waits for Scott to stand up, looking at an invisible watch on his wrist as Scott uses the ropes to pull himself up, he makes it to his feet as the crowd boo loudly, Kudo gets up and goes to hook another brain buster onto the chair but Scott somehow manages to have the self-conscience to bring his knee up into Kudo’s stomach, Scott hits a massive kick to the gut and then hits a flying knee up into the face, Kudo stumbles back but Scott grabs Kudo’s head and hoists him up for a MASSIVE AA Driver and plants him on the chair, bending the seat as Kudo bounces off of it and lands flat-out on the mat as holy shit chants erupt. Kudo’s been busted right open! There’s blood pouring all over his face!
McNally: OH LORD! That’s GOT to hurt!!! Blood is running cold!
Kudo is flat-out on the floor as Scott grabs one of the tables and sets it up in the corner of the ring, he then grabs Kudo by his head and drags him over, he goes to hit a Northern Lights Suplex into the table but Kudo brings up the knee surprisingly, Kudo hits 2 kicks to the thighs and then out of nowhere he hits a Yin-Yang Suplex through the table to the shock of the crowd! The crowd stand on their feet and lights flash everywhere getting photo’s of the massacre.
Eddison: Oh man, oh man, oh man that could be SNAP, Game over for Scott!
Kudo slowly rolls around the ring, searching for his ladder, he finds one and makes it to his feet, he then picks the ladder up off the floor and sets it up in the middle of the ring, he then sets the second table up behind the ladder as the crowd mark out for Scott getting up slowly, Scott heads over to Kudo but Kudo has picked up the second ladder, Kudo ploughs Scott with the ladder by hoisting it on his shoulder and running full speed into Scott, knocking him down, Kudo then heads to the opposite side of the ladder (the other side of the table) and plants the ladder across the first ladder, leaning the second ladder against it.
Kudo goes to get the job done on Scott so he heads over and drags him to that table, Scott being pulled by his hair in sheer pain, blood now dripping all down his face, Kudo picks up Scott and hoists him by the table and goes to hit another KO Exploder but Scott elbows Kudo in the face, he then runs past the ladder ramp, holding Kudo’s head and throws him over the top rope, Kudo crashed outside on the mat, and Scott looks at the ladder ramp before him, he walks to the start of the ramp and looks up at the briefcase, but fear gets to him and he decides to take the safe option and heads around to the upright ladder, he climbs up the ladder slowly but surely, clutching his face, in pain trying to wipe the blood out of his eyes, he slowly but surely climbs his way to the top, as his top half about makes it over the peak of the ladder, Scott slips briefly and ends up halfway down the ladder again, Scott then continues to clime as “Andrews” chants break out, Scott goes back to climbing and he gets to the very top, he clutches his head and realizes he has to stand on the last rung to get it, Scott climbs right up and is literally touching the briefcase when his face turns to fear.
The whole crowd are marking out as Kudo is back in the ring, Kudo sprints up the ladder (despite his cacky knee) and thunders up across the make-shift ramp, Scott’s jaw drops as camera’s flash everywhere and the crowd pops, they’re literally ecstatic as Kudo leaps forward to hit a MASSIVE Yakuza Knee, Scott flies off and crashes back first to the mat, falling through the table on the way down, Kudo is stood on the top of the ladder now and he reaches up, using speed and quickness to quickly grab the briefcase, he unhooks it and climbs down the ladder, he jumps off and lands on the ground as the bell rings and Poison by Takashi Sorimachi hits, the crowd are cheering loudly and whistling, as Scott is completely out on the ground down below, Kudo drops down onto his bad knee clutching the briefcase as the bell rings.
Jones: Here is your winner… The R-3 Prodigy… KUDO YASUUUUUUUUUUUUDAAAAAAAAA!
Scott doesn’t stir at all as Kudo raises the briefcase in the air as the brief moment of respect from the fans go and they cheer again, Kudo rolls out of the ring clutching the briefcase, he shakes his head as he walks up the ramp and as he reaches the curtain, he raises the briefcase with one arm before heading backstage as Scott begins to wake up in the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:47:17 GMT -5
Segment: The Clock Bearer (Credit: Michael)
The scene fades in to the image of Nick Durden sitting on a stool, his back towards a long white backdrop. From this distance, we can see that he's shirtless and that his body is still covered in thick white bandages, dotted in rare areas with an occasional splotch of red puss that has seeped through his healing wounds. As the camera closes in, Nick takes several heavy breaths, his back still turned away from the camera, looking motionlessly into the white abyss of the photo backdrop. Finally, the camera pauses over his shoulder, as Nick sighs loudly and swings around, his eyes emotionless. This is a well-lit room, so we can see multiple deep lines under Nick’s brow where the wear and tear of the past few weeks have dealt their toil on Nick's sleeping patterns. Unlike the many times that we've met up with him before, Nick does not offer us a warm smile or even a sinister smirk. Instead, he is dead set. His mind amiss.
NICK There comes a point in every man's life when something hits the fan so hard that it sends everything else careening out of control. About two weeks ago, I had my time with the fan. Two weeks ago, I was blindly mangled by the man who I, for just a split second, considered a partner, a confidante, and a friend. About two weeks ago, when I was trying to redeem myself for the inequities of my greed, I was dealt a most horrible and undeserved punishment. That punishment was betrayal. No matter the scars that XS3 left, the wounds that he sliced elsewhere will forever be my mark. This?
Nick points to his scarred body as if it were an award.
NICK This is nothing more than a token that shall forever burn within my mind that one man was so overcome, so overran with jealously, that he allowed himself to burn the very last bridge that he could ever cross. This is the symbol that I must walk around with for the remainder of my life that tells me that my previously held fear and overwhelmingly cautious regard of the people that I associate with was well-founded in the first place. These scars are going to wake me up every morning from my dream that this world just might be nothing more than a damn melting pot of corruption, self-interest, and pig-headedness. Their lines shall be the forebearers of my conscience. I shall feel each creg and peak upon my flesh as another sign of when I smiled with ignorance. Of when I thought things could have been getting better. And I'll know never to be so stupid again.
Because I see now all the signs and the warnings and the symbols that came along the way. They warned me that this man who had once tried to end my very life was a changed individual, motivated no longer by personal means but by a philosophy, a more, a reason. I should have known that XS3, a man whose legacy came from the death and the decay that he could harvest, would never bear the fruit of justice. I should have never been so idiotic to believe that something good could be born from something so rotten. I should have seen the dagger long before it ever struck my side. But I didn't.
I had so much good with Renix, and I still do, but I had so much good with her that I thought this quality, this trait, could exist within all people. That this sense of compassion and worldly wisdom would spread across all of God's creatures because it just seemed right. But I guess I was wrong. I guess that some people turn their eyes away from a bigger purpose, a more fulfilling end, simply so they can bask in the temporary fruit of their own selfish success. I was a fool to ever think that all of man could be good and decent and honest and kind and sweet and... and innocent. I was a fool to ever think that the soul which makes men who they are could never turn black.
Nick pauses, a single tear streams down his face. As if realizing that his own arrogance was his downfall.
NICK And now I have my scars to show how silly I was, don't I? I have the wounds to show that mankind really isn't sweet or good or anything of the sort. Instead, mankind is pockets of emotions that range from saintly to scum. Now I realize that not every man can or even wants to have a single iota of decency within them. Instead, they feed off a steady diet of misery and pain. XS3 took his time and took delight in the emotional pain that he dealt to me.
But then, he forgot that a man who is thrown into the deepest of pits can only become stronger when he climbs out. Because he forgot that I am a man who already knows his games and his tricks and his reasons. And I tore every fiber of my body to convince my mind and my heart that I wanted to come back. That I wanted to stare into his face and see him die. Because what doesn't kill you, XS3, can only make you that much stronger. And so I climbed and I became the man that you wanted me to become. And here I am, torn and soiled, but ready.
Ready because I realize that the man whose eyes I stare into aren't the eyes of a fighter, but a derelict. That the man who is going to face me isn't somebody moved by a reason, but moved by the self.
The man that I'm going to see later tonight isn't the same person I saw my first day here in ACW. No, it's nothing more than an empty shell. It's a man who lost everything in the blink of the eye because he can never be the person that he dreams of himself as. Because he is nothing more than a man who can hit somebody with a chair, or set someone on fire, or rant incessantly for fifteen minutes without saying anything of worth. You're an old man, XS3, an old man for this company. Your body is weak, finally catching up to the infirmities of the mind, I suppose. And I shall use that to my advantage. Because you're stopping me from becoming what I should become. You're standing in the way of my legacy.
And so, the scars that you have left me will be the things that make me into you, XS3. For however short, I do become you, I will forever bask in the day that I ended this sick, tortured game. Not the folly that you call the feud between XS3 and Nick Durden. No, I'm talking about a man whose time came long ago and never heard the ringing of the bell. You don't have it anymore, XS3. You did, but you don't any longer. You're not going to walk away as a victor, and you're not going to walk into another opportunity to become a star again afterwards. As your skin and your speed and your quickness fades, so does your star. The time has come.
And I shall be your clock bearer.
Nick lowers his head as there is a snapping sound of lights shutting off and we are enveloped by darkness.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:48:18 GMT -5
Segment: "The One Sin" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
It's Seven Deadly Sins again. Last year's event was a defining moment in Rattlesnake's ACW tenure. He made his mark as someone worthy enough to wield ACW gold...he became a champion.
But where does that take him tonight? Care to find out? No? Tough luck, you're going to anyways.
Rattlesnake stands by himself next to a TV monitor. His trademark grin that he hasn't had for a while finally crosses his face once again.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is a night that many were expecting to see something great. Something...wonderful. You know what you get treated to? A World Championship match.
Rattlesnake hadn't been in the running for a shot at the World Champion since Bloody Valentine where his Emperor of the Ring title shot as used...and lost. Since that point, Rattlesnake was hit with a downward spiral to which he never seemed to recover.
His alter-ego emerged and his viciousness rose...but his slump continued. For the past few months the person that was Emperor, the man called the "New Main Event Killer," the self-proclaimed "Vision of Greatness" was at the epitome of rock bottom. At least, until tonight.
Rattlesnake: Seven Deadly Sins. Last year I violated one sin...greed. But it led me to a defining moment. That moment...well, let's let the clip speak for itself.
Rattlesnake's clip shows. It was the International Championship Ladder match from last year between the International Champion Macho Man RDK and Rattlesnake.
As RDK begins to stir, fans are already cheering wildly in celebration of his victory, as he moves the ladder to the middle of the ring. He begins to climb the ladder, visibly sore from the landing of the moonsault but nevertheless very confident in his efforts here tonight. However, the crowd almost goes silent, as RDK pauses in shock!
McNally: OH…MY…GOD!!!
RDK can’t believe it, as Rattlesnake has made his way back up to his feet, even though he looks extremely shaky, with very little energy left in him. He grasps the ladder, and shakes the ladder once again, not letting up with his attempt. RDK continues to climb, trying to race Rattlesnake, as Rattlesnake doesn’t have much energy to shake the ladder. However, Rattlesnake reaches deep down, and begins to violently shake the ladder, which causes RDK to struggle with the balancing act he’s performing. Eventually, the ladder tips, as RDK falls…no!!! RDK catches one arm on the title…NO! He can’t hold on, as he crashes down to the mat violently, on the upper back region of his body, as he goes out like a light when the energy bill isn’t paid! Rattlesnake pulls the ladder back up, as he very slowly climbs the ladder, nearly falling off quite a few times, as he finally reaches the top! He steps up on the top rung, and reaches for the title, and slips! He rears back, and just barely catches himself, as he lunges for the title! The ladder falls down, as Rattlesnake catches onto the title, as he dangles in mid-air! However, as a nearly unconscious RDK lies in the ring, Rattlesnake uses the very last ounce of strength in his body, as he strips the belt’s button strap, and crashes down to the canvas, with the belt in hand! RAF calls for the bell!
Phillip: And here is your winner, and the NEW ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, RATTLESNAKE!
As the crowd goes into the greatest state of shock they’ve probably been in, in regards to Rattlesnake’s career, one can hardly fathom what has just happened here. RDK begins to stir in the ring, while Rattlesnake lies completely motionless in the middle of the ring, although he can now rest, as the match is over. RDK gets back up to his feet slowly, and looks on in disbelief at Rattlesnake. He did everything he could to put Rattlesnake away, but somehow Rattlesnake came back from everything, defying the odds yet again. As RDK walks to the back in utter disbelief, the crowd cheers loudly for RDK’s efforts, noting that he provided a very valiant effort to be proud of, as they also cheer Rattlesnake’s outstanding performance here tonight. As the officials tend to the unconscious Rattlesnake, one thing is certain, if it wasn’t obvious before, Rattlesnake is definitely one of the ACW’s elite. The officials manage to sit him up, before he is escorted to the back, with his newly won title draped on his shoulders, and a mile wide grin on his face, as the camera cuts away.
Rattlesnake's clip ends.
Rattlesnake: One year ago. What you saw took place directly after RDK hit the Macho Moonsault of a lifetime...and it didn't finish me off. It didn't do the trick and RDK stood beside himself in complete disbelief. The move that guarantees him victory...led him to his bitter defeat. Ironic, is it not? I think so. The same could be said for Wyvern tonight. His Deus Ex Machina could lead to his bitter defeat.
That loss for RDK was bitter. The win for Rattlesnake was bittersweet. Tonight could be a repeat of one year ago. He is, after all, undefeated in title matches at Seven Deadly Sins when he's the challenger. So he's got that advantage going for him.
Rattlesnake: Tonight, Wyvern, the one thing you covet most, the ACW World Championship, goes on the line. You survived as the champ this long and tonight your reign could end. Two things could happen...one of which will. You could win and have the "same shit, different day" reign as you seem to be having...OR...you could go down in a blaze of glory as I ascend to the highest rank in ACW. I could lead ACW into a new golden age.
A new golden age? Not likely. But it could happen. The moment he wins the World Championship, the Rattlesnake Era will begin. The match to determine that takes place in just a little while.
Rattlesnake: Like last year, my greed has brought me to another title match. It shall be my greed that takes me past the one step I need to be the World Champion. My greed takes over tonight.
His greed. It can't be greed. It could be something else. But what?
Lust? Not in this context.
Sloth? Not a chance.
Gluttony? He does hunger the World Championship, but not in the same way.
Envy? No one to envy.
Wrath? Maybe, but not quite.
Pride? Another maybe.
Back to Greed. Maybe it does make more sense.
So it is greed that drives him. Greed is that one sin. So what else is new?
Rattlesnake: I just have one thing left to really say to you Wyvern. I bet you felt real good doing what you did a few months ago. I haven't had the chance to officially pay you back. I'll do that tonight. You best watch yourself. I've always taken the advantage at the right moment. I'll be watching for it and when it arrives...
The camera pans in on Rattlesnake's face.
Rattlesnake: ...I...WILL...STRIKE!
Rattlesnake walks off to finish preparing for his destined match later on with Wyvern.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:49:05 GMT -5
Match 6: Submission Match XS3 vs Nick Durden (Credit: XS3) After weeks of frustration and anger built up by two of ACW's finest athletes, their feud will culminate tonight in which one person much submit with dignity and honor. Philip stands in the ring.Philip: "The following contest is a Submission match, where the only way to win the match is to make your opponent submit! Introducing first, he hails from Venice Beach, California, he stands at 6'2" and weighs in at 205 lbs, he is 'The Henshin Hero' Nick Durden!" Lights cut to dark.Henshin a go go, baby!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. 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.Philip: "And his opponent, he hails from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, he stands at 6'6" and weighs in at 280 lbs, he is 'The Destined One' XS3!" The lights turn blue. The crowd is starting to give off a mixed reaction, boos for this man’s recent actions combined with cheers for his problems that plague his life, as we hear the familiar sounds of “Rough Hands” play throughout the arena. Just then, strobe lights surround some fans as the song reaches the lyrics.Was I left behind? Someone tell me, tell me I survived And don’t look so surprised that I’m home, but just for tonight With rough hands and sore eyes So don’t speak, I am tired Let’s just live through this lieJust then, the crowd’s noise increases as they see XS3 emerge from the stage. Donned in blue camouflage cargo pants, black taped gloves and black elbow pads, a t-shirt covers his upper torso area.She says I swear too much She says a lot of things Well I’d swear every other word if I could For her, I’ll make an attempt Sometimes love isn’t about how much someone suits you But how much you’re willing to change to suit themAs these lyrics play and the Hotel-Trashing Warrior goes down the ramp, XS3’s eyes are burning with determination and desire to one day fulfill his destiny and make it a reality. He acknowledges the fans that cheer with a simple nod before stopping at the ring, wondering what tonight will hold for him.All my bones are dust Two people too damaged too much too late And my heart sealed with rust Two people too damaged too much too late These hands will always be rough Two people too damaged too much too late I know this won’t count for much Two people too damaged too much too lateAs the song continues, XS3 slides under the bottom rope. XS3 stands to his feet and mounts onto the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. The fans give off a mixed reaction once again as he sets down on the ring. The song continues as he removes his shirt and gets ready for his match, passion and determination felt inside his heart.Bell rings. As Durden and XS3 slowly make their way to the center of the ring, the crowd's attention is to the stage where Christine is seen making her way down the ramp. XS3 pauses and sees his wife brushing a strand of hair from her face as she finally approaches ringside. Her eyes telling a story of heartbreak and sorrow, Christine nods to her husband and then to Durden before letting the two start their match. The two rivals circle each other before opting to engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. XS3 moves swiftly and applies a side headlock to his smaller opponent. Nick is no wuss though as he bears with it and shoves XS3 into the ropes. He leapfrogs over the taller XS3 and turns around only to receive a clothesline that sends him careening to the canvas. XS3 then picks up Durden and whips him off the ropes before catching him with a lightning fast arm drag. XS3 keeps his hold on Durden's arm as Christine continues to watch. The crowd wheels the Submission Magician on and he responds by rolling forward to his feet and turning the tables with an arm wrench into a hammerlock on XS3. The Destined One endures the pain of this move and uses the predicament to Irish whip Durden into the corner. XS3 looks at the fans, who give a mixed response, before charging at Durden, who uses his instinct to get his foot up and kick XS3 right in the chin. XS3 stumbles away from the corner and Durden springs up to the second rope, then leaps off and catches XS3 with a flying sleeper drop. The crowd gives Durden a positive response and he takes the time to do his Am I The Only One taunt, gazing at XS3 pensively. Durden picks up XS3 by his hair and brings him to a full vertical base. With momentum on his side, Durden jumps up and applies a rear naked choke on XS3. It's hard for Durden to get his legs wrapped around XS3's waist due to the size of his opponent. XS3 fights out of the hold and moves towards the ropes. With Durden still applying the rear naked choke, XS3 grasps the top rope and jumps over it, landing on the apron. The crowd then gasps as XS3 falls backwards off the apron, driving all of his weight onto the prone Durden.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:49:39 GMT -5
Both men remain on the concrete for a couple of seconds but it is XS3 who gets to his feet first. He is a little wobbly after the rear naked choke from Durden but he regains his composure and enters the ring. XS3 then sees Durden attempting to get back to his feet and springs off the opposite ropes. When Durden gets to his feet, he is greeted to the Phoenix Pounce that once again sends both men down. The crowd lets out a small pop as XS3 tries to pull out all the stops in an attempt to impress Christine, who continues watching the match.
XS3 then gets back to his feet once again then pulls Durden back up to his feet. Durden is rolled back into the ring and is joined by XS3, who wastes no time in delivering a pair of elbows to his smaller foe. XS3 then backs up into the corner and rushes into a jumping headbutt that knocks Durden loopy for a second. XS3 puts the match on hold to deliver Durden's very own You're Too Kind taunt, an obvious way of mocking his fallen opponent. The crowd doesn't really approve of the gesture but XS3 could care less at this point.
The taunting, however, gives Durden enough time to kip up from the canvas and charge at XS3, taking him down to the mat with a leg lariat. Durden gets the crowd back on his side as he leaps up and drives a discus leg drop into XS3's throat. As XS3 holds his throat, Durden decides to head to the apron and ascend to the top rope. He contemplates a 450 splash but XS3 is up in time to push Durden into the turnbuckles, crotching him. As the Henshin Hero's eyes go wide, XS3 climbs to the top rope and grabs Durden by his hair. He looks at the fans with hostile intent and lets loose with a series of headbutts that render Durden as knocked for a loop. XS3 then tosses Durden to the canvas with little to no remorse. As the viewers at home spot the blood beginning to trickle down XS3's face, the Saskatchewan native then nods to the fans before leaping off the rope and connecting with a body splash on Durden.
Christine brushes another strand of hair from her face as Durden is taken to the center of the ring. XS3 then grabs Durden's arm and chooses a triangle choke as the hold that he hopes will end the match. Durden is slowly beginning to fade as the crowd claps for him. The referee asks if Durden is ready to quit but all he gets is a "no". XS3 screams for Durden to submit but his opponent is having none of it as he begins to turn himself over. Durden notices XS3's foot is nearby so using his submission skills, he grabs one of XS3's feet and begins twisting into an ankle lock. XS3 grits his teeth and tries to bear it but in turn, he releases Durden from the triangle choke.
The fans can't get enough of this as Durden gets up to his feet and continues applying pressure on the ankle of XS3, who pushes himself up from the canvas with his hands. He then hops onto his other foot and looks to counter the ankle lock. However, Durden swiftly drops the ankle of XS3 and jumps onto his back, sending him crashing to the canvas. XS3 is then placed in a camel clutch as the fans look on in amazement of Durden's submission swiftness. As XS3 tries to grab the ropes, Durden surprises everyone yet again by applying a sleeper hold to XS3 and rolling over to his side, placing XS3 in a rear naked choke. The crowd is screaming with "Durden" chants as the referee asks XS3 if he chooses to submit.
However, XS3 knows that he can't give up now at a time like this so he thrashes about, trying to escape the death grip Durden has on the Canadian native. Finally, XS3 kicks out and places his foot on the rope. The referee orders Durden to release the hold and he complies with the ref. XS3 feels burnt out after the chain skills that Durden just put out. Christine continues to watch both men pour their souls out in the ring as Durden sees that XS3 is down on the canvas, trying to get back up. Durden nods to the fans before bouncing off the ropes. He rolls forward, looking to hit the Tumbling Lightning but all he receives are two knees to the lower back.
Durden holds his lower back in pain as XS3 uses the ropes to pull himself up. Durden is also getting back to his feet and is slowly stalked by XS3. Once the Henshin Hero is back on his feet, XS3 wraps his arms around Durden's waist before lifting him up and applying pressure on his lower back with a bearhug. Durden is tossed up into the air as he tries to escape the painful hold that XS3 currently has on him. He uses the support of the fans to raise his fist in the air and pound on XS3's head with vicious punches. Durden manages to get XS3 to release the hold and he tries bouncing off the ropes once more. However, XS3 is not fully stunned as he wraps his arms around Durden's waist once more. The crowd gives a mixed pop as Durden is launched into the corner courtesy of the Closing Moment. Durden is tied up in the tree of woe and though he struggles to escape, XS3 is there to pick him up and pound on him with sadistic forearm shots. Durden is then placed on XS3's shoulders in a torture rack then taken to the center of the ring. XS3 screams to the fans that "It's over" before swinging Durden into the Burning Cradle.
The fans cringe at the impact that Durden made to the canvas as XS3 pulls himself up with the ropes once more and leans back in the corner. XS3 then shifts to a crouching position and waits for Durden to rise. If the Shadow Step is hit and a submission is applied, the match possibly may be over with. As Durden gets to his feet, he groggily turns around and sees XS3 come after him. But in a surprising turn of events, Durden surprises the fans and XS3 by leaping over his taller opponent. XS3 stops dead in his tracks as Durden places one of XS3's arms over his shoulder. With incredible strength, he picks up XS3 with a back suplex then spins into the Throwdown. The fans all know what's coming next and XS3 is helpless to prevent the Clincher from being applied.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:50:56 GMT -5
The referee is asking XS3 if he chooses to submit to Durden's devastating submission finisher. Durden continues to apply pressure to the Clincher as Christine watches on, wondering if her husband will submit for the first time in his career. XS3 knows that if he lets Christine down now, all will be lost. He knows that there is pride and love on the line in this match and he does not want to go down that easily. XS3 uses his free arm to push Durden back by his forehead before gradually getting to a full base. XS3 uses his other arm to rock Durden's ribcage with punches before he falls backwards with a complete shot. Durden bounces up from the canvas and remains on his knees. XS3 nods to the people in attendance before bouncing off the ropes and sending himself fully flying at Durden with the Shadow Step, almost knocking Durden out of his shoes.
XS3 then throws his head back and gets all of his hair out of his bloodied face. He then makes his way over to Durden's legs and grabs one of them. XS3 then does a spinning leg crush to Durden before grabbing the legs of his smaller opponent and rolling himself into his old submission finisher, the X-Cavation. The crowd pops for the one night return of this move as XS3 yells at Durden, encouraging him to submit to fight another day. But Durden has come so far in this match and he knows that there is so much on the line in this match. With that in mind, Durden looks up to see the ropes not that far away from his grasp. Literally within arm's reach, Durden slowly brings up an arm. At first, it seems like Durden will tap. However, his heart tells him to move forward and he does so by lunging forward and grasping the bottom rope.
XS3 is then told to release the hold and he does so. Both men lay on the canvas with the fans applauding both for their hard efforts in this match. XS3 is the first to slowly get to his feet followed by Durden pulling himself up to his feet with help from the ropes. He looks at XS3 and tells him to bring it on, defiantly challenging the Canadian native. Not one to back down from a challenge, XS3 moves forward and lands an echoing knife-edge chop on Durden. XS3 then unloads with another chop that turns Durden's chest red. It then looks as if XS3 will Irish whip Durden from the ropes but Durden counters with an arm wrench. He attempts a clothesline but XS3 ducks under and pushes Durden into the corner. However, Durden jumps up to the second rope and attempts the Blazing Magus. XS3 counters by sidestepping his opponent then spins him into a suplex position. XS3 attempts the Final Fate but Durden counters by landing behind XS3 and driving a forearm into the lower back of his bigger opponent. XS3 falls to his knees as Durden unloads on the back of the Canadian native with a killer knife-edge chop.
Durden watches as XS3 drops to all fours. Durden tries to attempt a camel clutch but gets an elbow to the side of his head. Durden stumbles back but from the corner of his eye, he sees XS3 standing up. Durden propels himself into the Gyroscope Kick but XS3 counters with a sidestep of his own and watches Durden crash to the canvas. Durden begins to get to his feet but XS3 is behind him already. He hooks one of Durden's arms and attempts a half nelson slam but Durden lands on his feet, facing XS3. The amazing chain of counters is brought to an end when Durden surprises XS3 out of nowhere with his traditional version of the Throwdown, which is then followed up with another Clincher.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:51:24 GMT -5
The crowd mixes chants of "This is awesome!" with their already present cheers as XS3 attempts to escape the hold once more. It seems impossible as he is placed in the center of the ring with seemingly nowhere to go. Durden arches his back and gets to his tiptoes in order to apply more pressure to XS3, who is frantically trying to escape the hold. He begins to inch his way towards the ropes in an attempt to break the hold…
…but when he does inch towards the ropes, he sees Christine looking on with concern. XS3 wonders why Christine looks so concerned for this match. And then it suddenly dawns on XS3: she wishes for her husband to be safe. She never wanted the whole situation to escalate to his point. All she wanted was for XS3 to love her again and not abandon her full-time for the Entourage. The palpitation of love and concern between XS3 and Christine can almost be felt in the arena and as she continues to look on, XS3 knows what he has to do.
And thus, for the first time in his career, XS3 wisely chooses to tap out to Durden.
Bell rings.
Philip: "And the winner of this match, 'The Henshin Hero' Nick Durden!"
The crowd is in a state of disbelief. To be honest, they feel like hell itself has dropped to minus forty degrees right about now. Durden releases XS3 from the Clincher and slowly begins to stand to his feet. He looks around and pauses to soak in the admiration from the fans in attendance. Durden knows that he had to go a lot to overcome his obstacle but he knows that he did it with a sense of pride and confidence.
XS3 remains laying on the canvas, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to catch his breath. His un-submitted streak is over but inside his heart, he knew he had to do it for Christine. Speaking of whom, she softly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring between the middle and bottom ropes. Christine goes over to her defeated husband and slowly kneels down at his side, checking up on him. XS3 looks up at his wife for the first time in what feels like forever. After looking into her eyes, he smiles softly and caresses his wife's hair, causing her to have a true smile on her face for the first time in weeks.
Durden looks on at the reunited couple as XS3 is helped up to the canvas and met with an embrace from Christine. However, the two do not forget about Durden as XS3 slowly approaches him. The two stare down until XS3 breaks the silence.
XS3: "Durden?"
Durden: "…yeah?"
XS3: "If anyone deserved to end my un-submitted streak, I'm glad it was you."
XS3 kicks kayfabe aside for one moment and extends his hand to Durden, who accepts the handshake to the delight of the fans, who start up the "That was awesome!" chants. XS3 and Christine then leave the ring and walk up the ramp, hand in hand and a renewed relationship with them. Meanwhile, Durden ascends to the second rope and raises his arms to the cheering fans.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:55:51 GMT -5
Segment - As I walk the path of life and death.... (Credit: VorteX)
As I walk the path of life and death…
The scene fades in to reveal a plain white room. No windows, no walls, no fancy lighting…nothing. Vortex stands in the middle of the room dressed all in white, the only out of place element is his raven colored hair. A hood is pulled over his head and the rest of his body is covered entirely in a cloak that reaches to the floor.
Many choices come before me.
Vortex does not move from his position, yet stands still pondering. Many choices do indeed come up in our daily lives, some good and some evil. How we make choices and the effects of said choices govern our lives.
May I not fall into temptation, may my eyes avert from what is evil…
Making a choice is not so simple however, many factors weigh in. And still yet, these factors are influenced by our inherent impulse to do what is evil…to sin.
Let sin not blot my path. Let my light shine…as a beacon in the dark…
Of sin, seven major areas are known. These areas collectively make up the Seven Deadly Sins. First of which, is Envy.
Let me not be Envious of those who shine brighter.
The room around Vortex turns dark green, the color of Envy. As the room changes, so does Vortex, his outfit turns dark green and a strong wind begins to blow. Vortex takes a step backwards, shielding himself from the winds…to no avail. A sudden gust of wind blows him against a wall and the walls turn to images, images of his failure. Crushing defeats, tainted in the very color of Envy start to drive him mad. Vortex screams, and flails at the wind, but is crushed against the wall even further…his cries of frustration lost within the winds of Envy. The success of others can then be seen within these walls, overlapping his defeats, overtaking them…mocking him. Vortex begins to rip at his garments in a fury; he throws himself against the winds, psychotically, in an uncontrollable fit of rage.
Let Wrath not overtake me…let me not hate, let me not speak injurious things.
Vortex begins to tear at his flesh in anger, causing droplets of blood to spill onto the now green floor, which promptly shifts to red. Another of the deadly sins now rears its ugly head, the sin of Wrath. The winds abruptly stop, but Vortex does not. He rips the hood off of his cloak thrusting it across the room in a fit of rage. His face is a mask of blood now, and the very walls seem to be organic, they seem to be bleeding also. This blood, it signifies the very atrocity of Wrath, and what it can do to a man. The room begins to grow very hot; heat waves can be seen shimmering in the air. Vortex screams, and catches fire. The fire burns white hot, threatening to consume him. He drops to the floor, smoke filling the room, clouding all vision.
Let me break these bonds, carefully. Let me not Lust after the required strength…
The room returns to normal, but Vortex is charred and smoking in the middle. Chains fall from the sky, like snakes and they wrap around his body. Vortex struggles to break free of these bonds but cannot. His eyes are wild, the more he struggles the tighter they get…seemingly unbearably tight. Vortex begins to turn blue, on the verge of passing out, suddenly the chains loosen enough to allow Vortex to slip one arm out. The chains start to morph, thousands of locks sprawl all over them and a seemingly infinite amount of keys start raining from the sky.
Let me not be Gluttonous of the freedom that lies just beyond my reach.
Vortex looks around wildly, the very thought of searching through these keys with one arm is maddening. The very desire to be free is overwhelming him, and the more he desires the freedom the more keys rain. Like snowflakes, each individual key is different, and they are drowning him. The taste of metal in his mouth, the stabbing of ridges along his face…they cover him completely. The room is a mound of keys now, and it begins to shift again. The keys suddenly morph to mounds and mounds of money, millions upon millions of dollars lay there. A hand can be seen jutting out of the bottom of the pile, and then the rest of Vortex’s body follows. He stands, his flesh torn, his clothes burnt…completely brutalized by the previous events. But seeing all of this money, things seem to have taken a turn for the best…or have they?
May Greed not overtake me; let me put myself before others…
The piles of money suddenly transform in an instant, venomous snakes now fill the room. Vortex looks on in fright, before being bitten many times over. Immediately taken in by the toxins he falls to the floor choking for air. Vortex turns pail, as the snakes continue to bite. The snakes transform as does the room, everything starts shaking. The snakes turn to weights, and the room starts to collapse, pieces of it falling all over Vortex, crushing him.
Let me have the tenacity to stand for what is right. May I eradicate Sloth…
Vortex looks absolutely worn out after this, and the thousands of pounds of weights upon him seem to kill his resolve even further. Bones can be heard breaking and Vortex looks to be near death…until suddenly a new power fills him. With a mighty roar he throws all of the weights from him, and the room suddenly explodes in a display of sheer willpower. Nothing remains, except blackness and silence. Vortex stands, and overwhelming pride fills is body.
Being careful of the pitfall of Pride as I do so…yes, let me break these bonds.
Vortex starts to laugh, knowing that he overcame sure death. The void surrounding him starts to shift and skeletons rain from nowhere. Dead and decaying corpses fall in a torrent. Yes, the culmination of all sin has finally reared its ugly head.
May I not tread the path of the Devil, may I not fall into Death’s grasp.
These corpses continue to fall, and Vortex himself begins to transform. His limbs turn to sure bone and his eyes rot out.
Dear God, let me break these bonds….
As Vortex literally falls apart, the scene starts to fade out; only whispers can be heard floating throughout this void of Death.
Untie my shackles…
Renew my soul…
Free me from my sins…
Fill me with righteousness…
LET ME BREAK THESE CHAINS OF ENVY!!!
OF GREED!!!
OF GLUTTONY!!!
OF SLOTH!!!
OF LUST!!!
OF WRATH!!!
OF PRIDE!!!
OF DEATH!!!!!!!
With these resounding screams of determination fading, the scene fades also…until nothing remains.
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