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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:57:53 GMT -5
Match 7: Hunter vs. VorteX (Credit: Hunter) As we return from the break, the lights slightly dim, and when Philip enters the ring, the fans explode into cheers. The lights slowly come up, and a dark, ominous tune begins to play through the speakers. The fans rise in anticipation just before that final message is spoken through the speakers......and Hell followed with him...The lights explode into their full-on crimson glory, and the sound explodes into the glory of Opeth's "The Leper Affinity," and Hunter makes his way out onto the stage as the fans begin to respectfully applaud him.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds, this is Hunter! Hunter poses a bit on the stage, letting the fans take all the pictures they want. He then slowly makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring before posing atop the turnbuckles. He then makes his way to the far side of the ring and throws his trench coat over the ropes, and throws his sunglasses into the crowd. The intro to "Out of the Ashes" hits the speakers, and Hunter's expression becomes notably darker.Philip: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 pounds, this is VorteX! Symphony X's lush theme continues to play through the speakers as VorteX makes his way out and waves to the fans, and they in turn applaud him. Hunter looks at him scornfully as he continues to walk down the ramp, and when he slides into the ring, Hunter charges at him full force, crashing into him and sending him down to the mat.Bell Rings. Maxwell McNally: And we're off! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Hunter sure doesn't like to waste any time, does he? Hunter pounds at his former tag team partner, but Vortex soon pushes him off and into the ropes. When Hunter recoils back at him, Vortex tries for a big boot, but Hunter pushes his leg away and clotheslines him down to the ground. Hunter spins around and hits him with a spinning senton, a move he had not used for quite a bit. He does not bother with the pinfall, and instead waits for Vortex to rise, and when he does so, Hunter charges in for the Deja Vu knee strike, but Vortex ducks it and grabs Hunter from behind, nailing him with an impressive bridging German Suplex, as well as the first pinfall attempt, albeit an unsuccessful one. "Fast" Eddie Edison: It seems that, so far, Vortex has been able to keep with the blistering attacks of Hunter. Maxwell McNally: Heck, he might be able to pull this one off! Knowing full well that he is the underdog, Vortex realizes just how much is at stake. He gets to his feet, but Hunter quickly kicks his legs out from under him and grabs him when he hits the mat stomach first. He applies the Shock Lock, screaming at Vortex to tap. The Exception has another trick up his sleeve, however, as he quickly pulls his weight forward and tucks his head in, pulling Hunter over him and getting him into a pinfall predicament. Hunter quickly breaks the hold and hops up to his knees, and when Vortex does the same, Hunter delivers a sudden sit-out arm drag, which he turns into an armbar. Maxwell McNally: ARMBAR! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Although it won't get him a victory, it sure is effective. Vortex quickly bats at Hunter's face, and when he finally nails him with a strike to it, Hunter breaks the hold and rolls back up to his feet. Vortex rises likewise, and Hunter instantly charges at him. Unsure of what he plans to do, Vortex simply throws out a random spinning heel kick and, to his surprise, it succeeds in knocking Hunter down. He picks him up and tries for a snap suplex, but Hunter quickly headbutts him and steps over his head, clasping it for the long forgotten APM. Maxwell McNally: Oh, if Hunter hits this, this match will surely be over before it even begins! Alas for Hunter, Vortex has studied enough of his tapes to know what happens with this move. Hunter leaps up, but when he does so, Vortex viciously pushes himself off of the mat, thereby launching himself into the ropes and tripping up Hunter's grip. Hunter lands awkwardly on his knees, but Vortex easily bounces off of the ropes and runs back at Hunter, nailing him with a roundhouse kick to the head! He covers, but Hunter kicks out yet again. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Vortex sure can hang with the best of them, eh? The two kip up simultaneously and exchange a variety of strikes before Hunter ducks a clothesline and elbows Vortex in the side of the head, and then grabs his arm and pulls it back behind him. Finally, he gets a hold of Vortex's other arm, and positions himself for the Dragon Hammer. Vortex, however, bends forward, slightly lifting Hunter up, and then drops him down for the Vertebreaker!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:59:24 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: What a reversal by Vortex!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: It was just a matter of time before someone countered that move that way...
Hunter slowly gets to his feet and shakes his head around a bit, but Vortex does not afford him the opportunity to rest. He charges in at him, but Hunter ducks down and throws Vortex over the nearby rope to the outside. He then runs to the other side of the ring and begins to charge at Vortex, and then fans rise to their feet as Hunter leaps over the top rope and spears Vortex into the ground!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: There's the Hunter we all know and lo...well...enjoy!
Hunter pounds at Vortex a few times before getting to his feet and whipping him into the pole. He then picks him up and begins to bash his head into the pole, finally busting him open.
Maxwell McNally: Oh come on, Hunter, that's just unnecessary!
Hunter grins greedily, and then rolls Vortex into the ring and instantly covers him, but Vortex surprisingly kicks out. As Hunter rises, Vortex presses his hand to his forehead and, upon seeing the blood, throws his fist angrily at Hunter. Hunter dodges the strike, and then kicks Vortex's arm, lifts him up, and nails him with a sudden Elbow Driver. He covers, but Vortex kicks out yet again.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Love him or hate him, you know Hunter's determined.
Maxwell McNally: Love him or hate him, you know Vortex is tough. He has gone through so much during this match...
Hunter lifts Vortex up and whips him into the ropes, and when Vortex comes back at him, Hunter extends his leg...only to have Vortex roll under him and roll him up into a pin. Hunter quickly kicks out, but Vortex is on his feet before he can even recall what had just happened. Vortex throws Hunter into the corner, and then charges at him full force. He connects, and Hunter falls down into a seated position. Vortex then backs up, and charges at Hunter, successfully nailing him with the Exclamat!ion Point!
Maxwell McNally: Oh, that'll leave a mark!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Hunter sure felt that one!
Vortex doesn't bother with the pin, and instead he pulls Hunter back, stands him up, and charges at the ropes. When he comes back, however, Hunter has already recovered, and so he throws Vortex up and nails the Deadwing!
Maxwell McNally: Terrific counter by Hunter there!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well he is the Master of the Counter, Max!
Hunter pulls Vortex back to him, and, clearly agitated, bursts into a flurry of wild kicks to his back and head. He then ceases and pulls Vortex up, lifting him up into a suplex position...
Maxwell McNally: Oh my God, Eddie, this could be it!
...only to have Vortex pull himself down, headbutt Hunter, and nail an out of nowhere and out of place STO. He then grabs Hunter's legs and locks in the Shades of Gray. The fans cheer loudly as Hunter struggles, but eventually Hunter is able to pull himself over to the ropes. The referee forces the breaking of the move, and Hunter pulls himself out of the ring so that he can relax on the outside. Vortex calls for him to return, but Hunter stays on the outside, flipping off anyone who asks him to do otherwise.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well now that's just unfair.
Maxwell McNally: Hunter's not one for rules, is he?
And Vortex isn't one to take it either, apparently. Vortex slowly walks over to the other side of the ring, and then runs to the ropes, leaps over, and nails Hunter with the Catch 22, much to the crowd's amusement! Hunter begins to roll around wildly, clawing for air, until Vortex grabs him and finally rolls him into the ring. To finish this off, he covers Hunter...but the ever versatile former champ kicks Vortex off of him, continuing to gasp for air.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Vortex sure is getting in a lot of offense on the Master of the Counter, isn't he?
Maxwell McNally: I don't think we can call him an underdog anymore...
Vortex climbs up the top turnbuckle as Hunter slowly gets to his feet. Hunter spins around just as Vortex leaps off for the Blackout Dropkick, but Hunter quickly charges forward at the ropes, causing Vortex to land on his feet behind him. Hunter bounces off of the ropes and leaps into the air, nailing a viciously powerful Floyd Kick to Vortex's head!
Maxwell McNally: I take that back, this is it!
One!
Two!
THR---
But Vortex JUST kicks out.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh my goodness, Vortex just kicked out of the Floyd Kick!
Hunter is just as dumbstruck as the rest of the crowd, and he slowly struggles back to his feet as he looks over Vortex's still bleeding body. Hunter lifts him up and punches him in the face a few times, and then cups his hand for the "shining apple" taunt. He then lifts Vortex up for the Red Apple Driver, but Vortex pushes himself off, grabs Hunter from behind, and locks in the Tear in Reality!
Maxwell McNally: Vortex could have him here!
Hunter struggles for a bit, but eventually he is able to throw his weight back, causing Vortex to trip over himself and falls backwards, causing Hunter to land on him. Hunter gets back to his feet and waits for Vortex to rise, and then charges at him and nails the Dynamite DDT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 14:59:52 GMT -5
"Fast" Eddie Edison: OH! DY-NO-MITE!!!
Hunter does not bother with the cover, and instead lifts Vortex up for the Poetic Justice...but Vortex pulls his weight forward and ends up pulling Hunter over him into an odd sort of headlock. He breaks it quickly, realizing it won't do much for him, and then lifts him up for a suplex, which he turns into a quick gutbuster. He covers:
One!
Two!
T---
But Hunter, alas, kicks out. Vortex lifts him up and puts him into the suplex position once more, but something tells Hunter that this time he's going for his finisher, the Psychosurgery. Whether he's right we will never know, for he instantly pulls himself down back to his feet and lifts Vortex up, nailing an out of nowhere Jew Driver!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: OH MY, SHABBAT SHALOM!!!
Maxwell McNally: ...what?
Although the audience gets a good laugh from this little exchange, Hunter ignores it. Instead, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle, signaling for his patented Equinox move. He is just about to leap off, but Vortex suddenly springs up, runs up the turnbuckle, grabs Hunter, and finally nails the completely out of nowhere Bane Grenade!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: OH, THAT'S THE BANE GRENADE! VORTEX MIGHT HAVE IT NOW!
One!
Two!
THRE---
Hunter kicks out milliseconds before the three count, and the entire arena is on its feet by now. Both men have been able to survive their opponents thus far...but neither of them have unleashed their most powerful moves yet. Vortex lifts Hunter up, going for said powerful move, lifting Hunter up in the suplex position for the Psychosurgery. He puts him into the Orange Crush position, but midair Hunter pushes himself forward, causing him to sit down on Vortex's chest.
Maxwell McNally: Terrific counter by Hunter!
He then runs at the ropes as Vortex quickly gets to his feet, and then Hunter throws out the second Floyd Kick in the match...only to have Vortex duck! Vortex then headbutts Hunter and lifts him up for the Psychosurgery yet again, but Hunter pulls himself down, wildly strikes Vortex in the gut, and lifts him up into the suplex position. The fans are on their feet, yelling loudly as Hunter yells back.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh, I've got a feeling it's the Shotgun!
But just before Hunter can begin the move, Vortex pushes himself down behind Hunter, and although he hits the mat hard on his back, he is also able to quickly roll Hunter up.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a pinfall...VORTEX!!!!!!!!
"Out of the Ashes" hits the speakers in a matter of seconds, and Vortex quickly rolls out of the ring, clutching his back as the fans cheer loudly.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH! MY! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!
Maxwell McNally: VORTEX JUST PINNED HUNTER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THIS MAY BE THE BIGGEST UPSET VICTORY IN ACW HISTORY!!!
As the referee raises Vortex's hand in victory, the latter cannot help but look around oddly. He replays the last minute of his life in his head, and when he realizes what happened, he smiles. Proving Hunter wrong is not necessarily a rare and difficult thing to do...but it is most certainly rewarding. Hunter gets up and, also realizing what has happened, simply begins to freak out. He yells violently at Vortex, who simply ignores him and goes backstage. The fans continue to cheer and applaud, but Hunter's eyes are beyond wide at the moment. After the initial shock wears off, he rolls out of the ring and looks around, and then his shocked expression becomes one of pure anger as he marches backstage. He's not quite done yet.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:01:01 GMT -5
Segment: Breaking Ground...Among Other Things (Credit: Hunter)
As we return, we see a fuming Hunter charging through the ACW hallways, ignoring everything around him, crashing into it with full force. He is simply livid, and he looks around at everything with hatred, ranging from coffee cups to steel chairs. He continues to walk until he stops to catch his breath...and then continues to walk angrily. Eventually he hears his name called, and he continues to walk regardless of this. The caller, however, catches up to him, and is revealed to be ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Hunter! Wait, Hunter! HUNTER!
Hunter spins around, causing Kevin to almost run directly into him.
Hunter: WHAT!?!?!?!
Kevin pauses for a moment, and then clears his throat and raises his mic.
Kevin: You just lost clean in a match against VorteX, despite saying that he's one of the weakest wrestlers you've ever encountered. What are your thoughts on this?
Hunter: My thoughts?
Pause.
Hunter: MY THOUGHTS!?
Kevin slowly nods, and the begins to stutter.
Kevin: Uh...yes...
Hunter: My thoughts are...
Hunter gazes at Kevin, looking at him with a sort of dead look in his eye. Kevin raises an eyebrow, unsure of what Hunter is thinking. It is when Hunter gets a smirk on his face that Kevin gets just a bit worried. And within reason. For Hunter only has a single word for him.
Hunter: SPARTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And with that, Hunter does not exactly the "unthinkable," but most definitely the "where the hell did that come from?" He throws his leg forward and kicks Kevin directly in the chest, throwing ACW's favorite interviewer back first into the wall across the hall.
Hunter: YOU'RE FUCKING RIGHT, FUCK YEAH!!!
Hunter begins to walk away as EMTs rush over to Kevin, who lies on the ground gasping for air. Hunter is now somewhat more relaxed, and just before he disappears off camera, the fans can hear him utter a few simple words.
Hunter: ...always wanted to do that.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:03:34 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Holding you in my arms once more… I like how this feels (Credit: XS3)
Finally, after all these weeks of pure hell and agony, I was once again reunited with my wife Christine. Our relationship had been solidified and renewed once more and at the moment, it was stronger than anything anyone could possibly throw at us… Yes, even Flower Power v2. Speaking of whom, I hope they don't make a comeback and annihilate everyone like they did last year… Oops, sorry. ADD kicked in. >_>
Anyway, Christine and I were walking down the halls, heading towards the parking lot instead of the Entourage locker room where I could be normally seen. We never stopped holding hands since we went through the curtain to the back. I looked down at her and paused to smile at her. Christine simply returned the expression before we continued to the parking lot. It seemed like things were beginning to look up once more in my life and that everything that I had to endure to get my wife back were seemingly things of the past.
Finally, we entered the parking lot. Something told me that this moment was going to be magical… Almost like we had never lost touch with each other. Once we approached my car, Christine opened the passenger's side and picked up a CD. It was Avenged Sevenfold's most recent CD, City of Evil. She put the CD into the player and hit a button to set it on "Seize The Day". Christine then cranked up the volume before she took my hands and took me a few feet away from the vehicle.
Christine: "Matt, will you dance with me?"
God, it was great to hear her voice again. I looked deeply into her eyes and placed my arms around her waist. She placed her arms behind my head as we held each other tight.
XS3: "I'd love to."
Together, we softly danced to the song. I inhaled deeply and breathed in the old familiar smell of her hair. It was untouched, it was aromatic, in theory, it was the way things used to be. She then looked up at me and smiled once more. I gently placed one of my hands under her chin. We both leaned in, looking to complete that kiss that never even got started a few weeks ago…
…our lips locked and together, the passion that we felt before was slowly starting to come back. Whether it was in the ring, in the Entourage locker room or all the way back to our house in Maple Creek, it didn't matter. It was the most passion I ever experienced in my life. Hell, this kiss basically evolved beyond passion. It was something else in its entirety. A car pulled up next to ours but we didn't care. All that mattered was that we were reunited.
We released and held each other in our arms for a small while. The car that pulled up to us… Well, I wish I paid more attention to it because the next thing I saw was Fred Larson yanking Christine out of my arms and putting a pistol to her head.
XS3: "CHRISTINE!"
Larson: "DON'T MOVE! Or the girl will pay in blood!"
Christine's whimpers pierced my heart. I couldn't move; not only did I want to compromise my wife's future but I was also paralyzed with rage and fear. The bastard didn't know when to stop so he had to resort to this. Larson looked into my eyes with sadism.
Larson: "I tried to warn you, Mr. Irvine. All you had to do was say 'yes' and you would've been the brightest new star in PEWA. Yet, all you did was constantly ignore me. You didn’t return my calls, you didn't respond to my text messages, you didn't do anything to respond. I could've made you something in PEWA, Mr. Irvine. But instead, all you will be is nothing but a loser."
Without even letting me have a chance to speak, Larson cocked the pistol and placed it to Christine's head. I couldn't believe that my wife was about to suffer the same fate as Kirsten… Murdered.
Larson: "And soon, you will be a loser with no one left to love you."
Larson's finger was ever so close to the trigger that I could feel my wife was ready to leave this world. Christine's tears soaked the sleeve of this sadistic bastard as I tried to lunge forward with a strike. However, we heard a quick "Byu!" sound and Larson suddenly stopped in his tracks. The gun fell from his hand and his grip on Christine loosened long enough for her to escape his grasp. Larson then fell to his knees before finally falling flat on his face, a tranquilizer dart protruding from his neck. Christine rushed into my arms and we looked up to see our unlikely savior holding the gun…
XS3: "I-is that a panda?"
I instantly thought my eyes were deceiving me. Was our savior really just a panda bear? Sure enough, this panda was holding a tranquilizer gun and had a cigarette protruding from his mouth. He took the smoke from out of his mouth and breathed out some smoke before flicking it away. The panda lowered the gun and approached us.
Panda: "What, you were expecting Dick Cheney?"
Now I had really lost my mind. I could not believe our savior was… a friggin' panda. If this were a bizarro show, this guy right here would fit in. The panda patted Christine on the head before tossing the gun down in front of Larson and spitting on his tranquilized carcass.
Panda: "Anyway, I had to come here and stop this sick fuck. The people at PEWA can't stand him and his unusual ways of signing talent. He's threatened more than twenty wrestlers to come join PEWA and of those twenty, only one joined: Hobo Harry."
Christine looked on with a quizzical stare.
Christine: "Why him?"
Panda: "Cause Larson threatened to bet against him in a fight for a steak against his evil twin brother, Hobo Larry."
The two of us collectively went "Ah." The panda looked on with shifty eyes before the sounds of police sirens were approaching the parking lot. The panda then looked around and shook Christine's hand before shaking mine.
Panda: "So yeah, that's about it. I called the cops beforehand and pressed charges before he even made it to the arena. He ain't going to signing anyone for a long time."
The panda then lumbered his way over to a vehicle and opened the driver's side door. He put on a trenchcoat, sunglasses and a hat to help hide his identity. I looked on before he closed the door.
XS3: "Wait! Will we ever see you again?"
The door was already slammed shut but the panda managed to roll down the passenger's window.
Panda: "I don't know. If I could, I'd come here to ACW and prove why I am more than just a FRIGGIN PANDA. See you around, X and Christine."
With those words, he rolled up the window and pushed some buttons, causing his car to jump up and down due to hydraulics before driving out. The police arrived just in time and they placed Larson in handcuffs.
Cop: "He's been arrested for the charges of aggravated stalking and attempted murder. Don't worry, Mr. and Mrs. Irvine. This man isn't going to bug you any longer."
Honestly, the only thing I could do was smile along with Christine. We had just put a small speed bump behind us for the time being and we were ready to carry on with our lives. The cops picked up that fat fuck by his shirt collar and tossed him into the car with no remorse. The rest of the police took off after the car and for now, all was silent, just the way we wanted things to be.
XS3: "So… now that things are back to normal… if you can call them normal… what do you want to do now?"
Christine flashed me another one of her trademark smiles before grabbing my hand.
Christine: "Let's just focus on being ACW's number one couple, okay honey?"
That was the best plan I had heard all day.
XS3: "Now we're talking."
And then I placed a small peck on her lips before we made our way over to our vehicle. We entered the car and held each other's hands, which shifted the car to first gear. We slowly began to drive out of the arena…
…and into the rest of our lives.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:05:06 GMT -5
Pre-match segment: Fraying at the edges (Credit: Stark/AK)
The camera cuts abruptly to the backstage area, and a place which is rarely seen on ACW shows; the little “holding zone” just behind the main stage curtains. The next match is imminent and the crew are whispering, receiving word from ringside as Philip gathers his cribbed notes and prepares for the subsequent round of introductions.
Alicia Laureano arrives with precision timing, and stands with her eyes firmly on the curtains, replaying in her head images of what she hopes will be victory over her tormentor of recent weeks. She breathes steadily, oxygenating her blood; the sights and sounds of ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson being retrieved from where he was kicked into the wall a few minutes previously wash over her, leaving no impression whatsoever.
The voice suddenly next to her ear, in contrast, cuts like a razor.
Stark: Temper temper, Ms. Laureano.
Dr. Starkweather shoulders his way past the corner he was leaning on previously to step forward, bright yellow smiley-face mask obviously devoid of markings, blood or otherwise. Perhaps a portent? That stands to be seen. But, the grin that he wears on his features at this moment is almost a caricature of his usual subdued smile.
Alicia's eye narrow to slits for a second or so. She takes a moment to steel herself for whatever verbal barbs the doctor has prepared. Sticks and stones, she repeats inwardly, before turning around. Seeing his mask, she is almost relieved; she had fully expected him to produce his far more disturbing scarecrow variant. As it is, the grinning yellow disc brings to mind the early 90s rave scene, and she chuckles a little at a mental image of Starkweather tripping his face off on Ecstasy in a field in Devon.
Alicia: I’m glad you’re so happy to see me, doctor. I somehow don’t think you’ll be quite so cheerful at the end of our match, though.
That grins doesn't falter; it seems to grow yet more Cheshire-esque as she looks, threatening to split his face in half before far too long. He seems very much more grotesquely sketched in his appearance than his typical demeanor, he apparently in his "stage persona" for the time being.
Stark: I am always quite cheerful at the end of a match, Mrs. Laureano, whether I win or lose. Due entirely to the comforting knowledge that I have caused my enemy greater pain than they have caused me. Ask Mr. Phillips how his shoulder is faring lately.
The implications are clear, he tracing a finger along the painted-on and somewhat worn smile affixed to the face's front.
Alicia’s eyes flare; she feels both the heat of anger and the frost of fear together, for she is just beginning subconsciously to understand precisely what she has got herself into. Her pride, however, overrules any other feelings which might guide her, and she turns sideways on to him, folding her arms.
Alicia: Oh, spare me the small talk, would you? You’re like a broken record, endlessly claiming to be some sort of authority on the topic of suffering. Well, perhaps you do have some credentials in that line… but believe me when I say that I have heard it all before, and put more eloquently than even your tongue can manage.
Oh, to be able to see the wheels click together in his head to create a perfect litte machine at long last at her words. It'd be like watching some sort of diabolical Rube Goldberg device.
Stark: Put even more eloquently by whom, I wonder?
He allows that sink in, the subtle fading of his smile into a sly smirk allowing her to realize that she may very well have just walked face-first into the other half of his offense. The mental acumen, the ability to dissect an opponent to their basest fears. And one of her fears may very well have just been realized, as she now seems to realize what his message concerning her house's recent unfortunate streak was about.
Stark: A certain someone long removed from sight and mind, well... Perhaps not mind, but someone of great personal relation to my very most esteemed opponent on this night of nights. Perhaps the lady before me is reminded just a smidgen too poignantly of a long-lost someone else.
She cannot speak; the discomfort, the nagging, biting thought which she has tried so hard to bury ever since she first heard Starkweather speak, and saw him wrestle, is now dragged for a few moments into the harsh light of consciousness. The floodgates to an iron sea are threatening to breach… but she cannot let them, not here, not now. That is precisely what her foe wants… and with a massive effort of will she submerges all those ripped and torn memories. She looks at him, and for just a fraction of a second, Starkweather too feels something overshadow his mind; but she cannot hold his gaze, cannot bear all that his eyes threaten to unleash within her. She looks away, and to her immense relief she sees that the stage hand is preparing to cue them both for their entrances.
Starkweather graciously points her toward the entryway first, being as considerate as to set that mask aside to remain unused in the coming bout.
Alicia: Thank you…
Her mind is somewhere else, and old habits fill the vacant space as she walks toward the curtain. The sound of the fans helps to bring her back to some sense of time and place… but she is walking into possibly one of the most dangerous matches she has ever faced. She will in effect be fighting two opponents…
…and that is precisely what Starkweather has been aiming for, the entire time. He feels something rare for him, a real anticipation for what he is about to do, and the ugly truth he is now ready to reveal.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:06:18 GMT -5
Match 8: Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs Dr. Alexander Starkweather (Credit: Stark/AK) The cameras switch smoothly back to ringside, where Philip is in the ring and literally on the verge of speaking. “I’m a Bomb” hits, and the crowd immediately gets up and starts clapping and yelling as AK appears.Philip: This match is an intergender singles match, set for one fall… Introducing first, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune! The calls from the fans cause AK to smile, and she walks as confidently as she can, entering the ring and getting up on the turnbuckles for the crowd to get their photographs. Inwardly, though, she’s tied up in knots, and she’s smart enough to understand the weakness that creates. Taking up a position on one side of the ring, she stretches a little, and watches the entranceway. If Starkweather thinks she’s going to crumble in front of an ACW audience, she decides, he’s got another thing coming…
The opening of “Descending” by Lamb of God causes the atmosphere to change in an instant, and the crowd voices its feelings loudly and coarsely as Starkweather walks out on to the staging.Philip: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California…. Alexander Starkweather! There is a distinct split in the fans’ reaction as Stark walks down to the ring. A large majority boo and jeer, hurling near-insults at the doctor from the apparent safety of the protective barriers and the invisible “shield” which separates the Dream from the World, and vice-versa. Others, fewer in number, regard Stark with a mixture of trepidation and disgust, an almost instinctive reaction. These people are in fact the only ones that Starkweather ever makes eye contact with, and they all shy away rather than look him in the face. It becomes suddenly and chillingly clear that the doctor’s usual habit of wearing a mask is more for the “protection” of the fans than theatrical effect…
Starkweather enters the ring, and AK moves forward a little. Referee Joey Reynolds is taking this one on, and he too looks just a little nervous as he finishes his statutory checks, and calls for the bell.Bell rings. McNally: Interesting match-up, this one. Not one that we’ve never seen before, Laureano and Starkweather have been in that ring before. Starkweather does hold the advantages of height and weight on AK, but she makes up for it with a tolerance to abuse and a striking game that Starkweather quite simply can’t match. It’ll be interesting to see how long they can stay away from one another’s chosen specializations, striking and submission wrestling. The bell rings and the duo circles one another before they lock up. Stark quickly snaps it down into a side headlock, wrenching back on it hard before AK slips out the back of it and slips his head into a headlock of her own. He backs into the ropes and fires her across the ring, she rolling out of the way of a Shoulder Block and coming to her feet. A Heel Kick is ducked by the doctor as he goes to the ropes, coming off with another Shoulder Block that scores a hit this time. She stays on the ground for a second, he simply grinning at her and pointing to the other ropes in a challenge, she coming to her feet and obliging. He comes off the ropes as well but she takes him down with a Drop Toehold that she quickly turns into a Standing Dropkick to the back of Starkweather’s skull as he starts to get back up that sprawls him for a moment before he rolls to one knee and holds the back of his head, giving her a “You’ll get a receipt for that shortly” look. He stands back up, she allowing him very little room before kneeing him in the stomach and attempting a DDT. He pivots away and grabs her arm, locking in an Arm Wringer and tugging her into a Shoulder Charge to hurt the shoulder joint before turning and taking her down with a Hip Toss. He moves to attempt an arm submission but she trips him with her free arm, he landing and relinquishing his hold on her. Edison: That’s awful smart, AK’s gonna need to keep well away from that sort of thing if she wants to outlast this guy. Alicia comes back to her feet quickly, taking up a defensive stance and giving Stark a kick as he approaches, he shrinking back a little bit before returning it in kind. They kick one another, the crowd cheering or booing in turn, Starkweather grabbing her leg on a particular kick and attempting a Dragon Screw. AK powers down away from it and straight-kicks him in the sternum, doubling him over just in time to be on the receiving end of a DDT that she follows quickly with a standing Legdrop. She drags the shaken opponent to his feet but through instinct he sends a pair of forearms into her stomach, rocking her head back with a rising European Uppercut that he quickly capitalizes on with a Step-Up Hurricanrana, one of his less common moves that he does not seem particularly adept at using but it does have the proper effect. AK lands high on her shoulders and tumbles near the ropes, and his charge toward her is interrupted by a hard elbow into the stomach which she in turn capitalizes on with a short springboard that ends with a Rana of her own. McNally: Starkweather seems to be trying AK’s chosen game, and she’s easily outclassing as far as the high-flying goes. He’s simply not built for going through the air and his attempts at one-gunmanship may come back to bite him before long.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:07:44 GMT -5
Alicia pursues the good doctor as he recuperates from the Rana, trying a Somersault Senton but he rolls away. She is quick to her feet of course but not facing the right direction, and as she turns she’s laid flat on her face with a Step-Up Enzuigiri from her opponent which makes the entire crowd wince in sympathy. He quickly sits on her back to attempt yet another submission hold but she is too quick, grabbing him by his hair and Snapmaring him to a sitting position, she kneeing him in the kidney from her position before stumbling back up to her feet and applying a quick Sleeper. Stark is not one to fall so easily, and before his struggles even begin to fade he shoves up to his feet and dropping her with a Jawbreaker. He pops to his feet quickly and drives her face into his knee with a Facebreaker, she tumbling to the side and holding her mouth for a moment. He chooses not to pursue this time, instead simply smiling and stalking behind her as she turns to come to her feet once more. His attack is cut short as she ducks an attempt at a Kneelift, he losing his balance just enough to allow her to come back into the match with a forearm to the back and a modified Flying Headscissors that sends him rolling out of the ring. She pops back up, gesturing to the crowd to get them behind her.
She takes off, bouncing off the opposite ropes, but as she slides under the bottom rope the wily opponent that Starkweather is stops her cold by grabbing her feet. He swivels her around with a push of her feet, she suddenly finding her upper body over the mats. He traps both of her arms and drops straight down and back a little, dropping her onto her head onto the mats with a Double Arm DDT!
McNally: Oh my! Say what you will about Doctor Starkweather, but the man is fully capable of using his technical mastery to turn nearly any situation to his advantage, what a vicious countermove, if she were in the ring that would surely have been a pinfall!
Edison: Here come the big moves, I’m telling ya! That was a hell of a drop on the head for AK.
Starkweather gets back up as AK clutches her head and kicks her feet, he raising his arms to the side with a grin for the front row, many of them openly gesticulating at him with their boos. He picks her up and rolls her into the ring, tugging her head over the apron once more but this time she is on her back, he hopping up onto the apron and dropping a knee across her eyebrow, she holding the injured region and rolling into the ring. He moves as if to slingshot and does so, looking for a Double Stomp. She manages to roll away just before his feet hit, he stalling for a second as he regains his balance, she using a second wind to claw her way back to a vertical base and rush at him to surprise him with a Monkey Flip that sends him to the middle of the canvas. She moves to the ropes and attempts a Springboard Moonsault but he rolls away, she landing on her feet and stumbling for a moment before he gets to one knee and they lock up once more.
She uses an untapped reservoir of energy to surprise him and force him back into the corner, the ref forcing a clean break after a few seconds and Starkweather taking a moment to thumb her in the eye over the ref’s shoulder in a classic attack.
Edison: Shades of the Nature Boy!
McNally: Give it a rest, Eddie.
She takes a step back and Starkweather pushes past the referee, taking a great amount of personal pleasure in being in the driver’s seat once more. He shoves her back into the very corner that he was in previously and knife-edge chops her, the crowd going “Woo!” out of habit. He whips her into the opposite corner but receives a face full of boot for the trouble, she grabbing him with a ¾ Facelock and running up the turnbuckle in an attempt at the Fox Flip. Starkweather of course has such a move scouted, and as she makes him turn to drop him on his face he runs toward the ropes, trying to dump her to the outside. She does not, however, holding on for dear life and giving him a Fox Flip that lands his throat clear on the top turnbuckle, she tumbling to the outside and he bouncing back into the ring. She wastes no time, wanting to cram as many offensive maneuvers into as small a place as she can manage, jumping to the apron once more and jumping to the top rope to spring off and drop him again as he rises with a stiff Missile Dropkick to the face! He drops like a cellular phone call in a tunnel and she comes to her feet, looking to the now-cheering crowd for even more encouragement before she returns to the attack.
McNally: She can put him away right here and right now! All she has to do is pin him for three and she can say that she has beaten Starkweather on a major stage.
She kicks him in the spine and goes for the Shockwave, grabbing his head from behind and calling for it, but as she does he swivels with the motion and ends up holding her in a reverse headlock of his own that he quickly drops into a quick Backbreaker. He lifts her up out of it and shoves her forward before locking in a Cravate that turns in turn to a Snapmare, he sitting her up and going for his Leg Lariat. She has the presence of mind to nip up as he comes off the ropes, jumping and rolling forward over an attempted modified Basement Dropkick, she coming off the ropes with a running Tornado DDT that sends Starkweather reeling into the corner. She comes straight after him after taking a moment to adjust her knee braces, he elbowing her in the gut as she brings him up to his feet. He lifts her bodily into a Crucifix Powerbomb position which he quickly modifies into a double arm breaker drop which he calls Separation Anxiety, it intended to be and very good at hurting the shoulders and biceps upon impact. She rolls to the apron and he pulls her to his feet, climbing up to the top rope and wrapping a leg around her throat to pull back viciously with the illegal and effective I.I.S. maneuver, the referee counting to a long 4 before he relinquishes the hold. He pulls her into the ring, shoving her into the corner and lifting her to settle her into the Tree of Woe. He climbs to the top rope, looking to put her away with a Re-Education Double Stomp, but as he comes off she drops away before his feet make contact and he rolls a short distance away.
McNally: Masterful counter to that maneuver from Laureano!
She somehow unhooks her legs from the Tree of Woe, holding herself upside-down by her arms, he charging in and taking a boot to the face once more as she does a short back somersault to her feet to turn. He charges in once more and she ducks away, he colliding with the top turnbuckle face-first, she using a burst of energy to rebound off the ropes and catching him in the back with her Liger Kick, she rolling him over backwards quickly and the ref counting a long two before he kicks out. The crowd’s on their feet as he touches his lip and glares at her, she looking more confident by the second, he pulling himself back to his feet.
They circle one another once more, she moving to lock up but he having no more of that nonsense and kneeing her hard in the stomach. He goes for his Relapse II but she breaks out of it and steps back, he kicking her as she approaches with a side kick to the gut and dropping her clean on her head with the Snapmare Driver known as the Relapse II. He goes for a cover himself, knowing her head and neck have taken a fair bit of punishment, but she stubbornly refuses to lose by kicking out at two herself. He pulls her up, tossing her into the corner. He grabs her arm and pulls her into the corner to go for a Tornado Armbreaker but she forces him to land on his feet, jumping up and cracking him square in the nose with a high Gamengiri! The crowd’s “OH!” echoes the look in Stark’s eyes as the world goes fuzzy for a second, she capitalizing on his lapse in awareness by taking her right foot and taking him clean out with her EMP Kick! The crowd jumps to their feet as he topples over, she making the cover!
1!
2!
3-NO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:08:26 GMT -5
Stark’s foot is on the bottom rope, she didn’t pull him out of the corner! She’s absolutely stunned, there’s no way he should have had the presence of mind to know to put his foot on the rope! She sets her jaw and gestures that enough is enough, she picking him up and setting him on the top rope, forcing him to sit sideways on the turnbuckle. She climbs up after him and slowly, shakily lifts him up onto her shoulders as she stands on the middle rope.
McNally: Kitsune-Tsuki Driver! This is gonna be it, she’s trying to stop this once and for all!
As AK comes off the ropes she does not at all expect Starkweather to counter the move, but counter it he does, landing on his feet on the way down and not his head as originally intended. AK’s surprised face is soon enough occupied with being struck by a straight kick and that sends her head to collide with the mat, a hard, stiff, concussion-caliber kick that draws the mass ire of the steadily hotter and hotter crowd, he gathering up the now-reeling Kitsune and depositing her over the middle rope, climbing through sheer tenacity to the top turnbuckle and landing a hard Double Stomp to the back of her head! He follows that brutal show of force up with a rebound off the rope, looking for the Relapse III… But AK counters it as well!
McNally: How is that possible? They’ve both countered one another’s most dangerous maneuvers!
Alicia, on the upswing required to bury her head into the canvas properly, wrapped her arms around the top rope and held on, Stark tumbling down to his back unceremoniously. She reels, her hair over her face, and Starkweather seems to have burned through his reserves in the last few minutes because he is notably less animated. Perhaps it’s all the kicks to the face. In any case, he pulls her out onto the apron as he steps out onto it, the referee calling for them to come back into the ring, he attempting a Suplex onto the floor… But AK counters, shoving him up awkwardly and dumping him into the ring on his side. He gets up slowly and she slings herself over the top rope, Starkweather himself ducking just as she sails toward him, the referee not as fortunate and is on the receiving end of a Dropkick!
The crowd, by now, is utterly poisoned by Starkweather’s actions. They writhe and roar with a kind of primitive, mass fury; they demand the justice of the mob. The mounting aches and pains in AK’s body are fighting internally for synapse space, and the sound of the baying crowd is intoxicating. She struggles to rise, but her mind is in disarray; she can’t see a way forward, a way to somehow retrieve a meaningful result from this match. The weapon she discarded with self-righteousness not so long ago is seductively close.
She closes her eyes and tries to drive those thoughts out of her head; of course, blinding herself voluntarily when a man like Starkweather is around is sheer foolishness, and she is quickly floored by a sharp lariat. Starkweather seems to be tiring of the affair; he moves in and hooks up one arm as she pulls herself up, clearly aiming to apply the Sensory Deprivation. AK is not beaten yet, however, and her tenacity flares once again; she twists around and slips free before Starkweather can fully apply the hold, and channels her energy into a series of kicks to the ribs. It feels increasingly good as each strike lands, and Starkweather is forced back to the ropes; with a final, swinging roundhouse, AK knocks him clean over the top to a massive cheer from the fans.
Edison: THAT’S the Atomic we know!
McNally: Starkweather takes a tumble, and Alicia takes control!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:09:10 GMT -5
AK catches her breath as Stark gets up from the fall. The sound of the crowd fills her head, and she cannot resist the urge to fly; Stark is just about on his feet as she charges forward, leaps to the ropes, and sends the fans nuts with a corkscrew moonsault. The angle at which she strikes prevents Stark from countering properly; he tries, but instead of catching her he ends up staggering backwards, and AK’s motion carries her forward on to the announce desk. Paper and other bits and pieces are thrown everywhere as she hits it hard, face first, as McNally and Edison scramble aside. Fortunately, ACW’s technical budget now stretches to wireless headphones and mics.
McNally: Whoa Nelly! That’s a little closer to the action than I ideally wanted to be…
Edison: Hey, that’s ACW for you Max, if you’re not used to it by now-
Edison is abruptly cut off as something hard and unforgiving strikes him in the back of the head. He doesn’t even have time to turn around before Starkweather kicks him in the small of the back, dropping him to his knees just to one side of the announce table.
McNally: What in the blue blazes?! How dare you assault my- oh. Oh… I…
Starkweather coolly knees Edison in the side of the head, and then advances toward McNally. The crowd is shocked, and cries out in protest; McNally tries to back off, but the wires around the announce table are an unseen hazard, and Starkweather gets close enough to grasp his head. There is a howl of anger from the fans as Stark drives McNally’s forehead against the ring edge and lets him drop; he turns quickly and sees that AK is starting to stir.
Swiftly, he bundles her back in the ring, choosing the location carefully, and then climbs back in himself. The feel of the canvas triggers a response in his opponent, as AK prepares to defend herself… and then she sees the situation just in front of her on the outside.
McNally: Never…. Never in all my years as a professional broadcaster… and here, here of all places…
McNally is not badly hurt, but Starkweather’s strike has left him dazed and with a slightly bleeding head wound. Edison is just about back on his feet; as a one-time wrestler he has more of an ability to withstand a hit or two, and when he sees his co-commentator, his temper explodes.
Edison: You… YOU CONNIVING ASSHOLE! WAIT TIL I-
McNally: Oh no, No, don’t do this, Please!-
WHAM. The sound of metal against skull is sickening, and stops everyone in their tracks; only then does Edison realize that McNally wasn’t pleading with him. Starkweather is sent back several feet into the corner by the blow, delivered with all the savage anger the wielder of the weapon has tried so hard to contain. The fans go completely nuts as Stark sags, his arms draped over the corner ropes, eyes momentarily unfocused.
Referee Joey Reynolds has only just come around in the last few seconds; and he awakes to evidence of multiple attacks… but only one which he actually witnessed with his own eyes. Slightly pale, he calls at once for the bell, and the crowd, realizing finally what has occurred, switches in an instant from wild cheering to incredulous booing.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match due to a disqualification… Alexander Starkweather!
Alicia stands in the centre of the ring, looking at the thing in her hands. She lets it drop with a hollow clang, and without meaning to, catches a glimpse of her opponent.
Starkweather is not unconscious; far from it. Instead, his expression is as close as it has ever been to real emotion; he is smiling, almost grinning. And it is the darkest, most vile thing Alicia has seen for a long time, possibly ever.
A thick, cloying blackness descends over her; it is the worst kind of defeat possible. She almost physically cries out at the sensation of self-loathing and shame she feels, and it stems not solely from her actions in the last seconds of the match, reprehensible as they may indeed be.
A single tear wells; she wipes it away quickly, but not before the doctor sees it. His expression barely changes, but the satisfaction he derives from it is immense.
Medics arrive to carry out their duties, and Alicia turns away, quietly exiting the ring. At this precise point in time, she has no idea if she will ever have the courage to set foot in it again…
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:11:05 GMT -5
Segment: The running of the smarks… It's like Jackass but with wrestlers (Credit: XS3)
We fade into the streets of some random town. Today, it seemed like all would be as usual: peaceful and harmonious without anyone to interrupt their state of tranquility. It seemed as if nothing could ruin this fine day, right?
Wrong.
Our focus is taken to nine men all running down the streets. The look of fear is almost set in stone on their faces as we get close ups of the men. One of them clings to his cowboy hat for dear life.
stan h. johnston
The person next to him has a rather big size about him and has a worried look as he continues to run.
beau james
We then get a shot of two men, almost like they were brothers, joining the aforementioned two. It is then revealed that the nine men are all running away from screaming smarks wearing Fallout t-shirts.
wolf
predator
The next man that is shown is decked out in a cool mask and is using his exceptional leg strength to hop away from the smarks.
el froggy mask
The next man is shown with a Canadian flag tied around his neck like a cape and an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's in his hand.
ben drinkin
The last three men shown together are all decked out in snazzy suits. One of the men has a title wrapped around his waist that reads "Fallout Openweight Championship".
colossus rhodes
sylvan mint
daniel ness
Indeed, all of these men hail from a brand of wrestling that was once a force to be reckoned with… Fallout. As the shrieks of the smarks get ever so higher, Froggy quickly opens a car door and leaps inside. He watches as three smarks plow the door off of its base. Froggy pauses to catch his breath.
Froggy: "Froggy see his life flash before his eyes!"
Sylvan is unable to escape in time and is glomped on by the smarks, who continue to cheer him despite his warnings. Colossus plows through a fence and manages to escape for the time being. Ben tries tossing the bottle at the smarks but he too is subdued by their fandom and taken down to the ground. Wolf and Predator then look at each other as they continue to run.
Wolf: "…I'm getting to old for this shit!"
Predator: "…I DON'T WANNA DIE!"
The smarks continue to chase the two until they finally sandwich Wolf and Predator into a wall. Beau gets tackled by two of the smarks, sending both of them crashing into a kid's inflatable pool. Only Johnston and Ness remain as they approach a house and rip open the door, running for their lives. Johnston and Ness continue to run until they approach a living room. Ness decides to bail and dives head-first through one of the windows, sending glass flying everywhere. Johnston stops at a huge window and pauses to look at the camera.
Johnston: "Howdy y'all, the name's Stan H. Johnston and Fallout is coming back! Oh shi--"
BAM! One of the smarks tackle hugs Johnston, sending both through the big window. Three more smarks follow out of the window with glee. The screen then fades to black as we get a glimpse of these three words…
fallout is returning
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:12:07 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW International Championship - Classic Blue Steel Cage The Senator vs Thunderkiss (Credit: Senator) Maxwell McNally: The match we have ahead of ourselves is going to be a very intense affair. After what happened earlier tonight, Senator Phillips will be hunting for some revenge, I would think. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Yeah, for all of ten seconds, after which, Steve Phillips will regret his entire return to the ring! McNally: Now, don't go underestimating Phillips, he may be injured, he may be older, but he is still a former ACW World Heavyweight Champion, one of the craftiest technicians I have seen in my career, and tough as nails. Edison: Yeah, throw a bag of nails on the railroad track when the express is coming through, and all you get is crumpled, flattened metal! Face it, it doesn't matter how good the Senator is as a wrestler, he can't match Thunderkiss in the power category, and in this match, power is what you need to win, not some stupid complex submission hold! McNally: Well, we have our differing opinions here, and I think we'll just let this match prove one or the other right or wrong here. Now, the rules here are a bit different than usual in a cage match. As you can see, the cage itself is not of your typical modern variety, but instead, somehow, someway, our Chairman managed to drag this sturdy old solid blue bar cage out of some federation's storage room. Generally, you could win a tag match by leaving through the door, or going over the top of it. Not here, in fact, if anyone allows their two feet to touch the ground, that will be grounds for a solid defeat...and the International Title will change hands in that occasion, if that's the situation. Edison: I love these new rules, no room to run for Phillips! Instead of Thunderkiss having to act like a pansy and run out of the cage to win, he can beat the other guy in the ring so hard that he leaves...and loses! The classic style cage is just icing on the fine, tasty cake, Maxie! It's got a harder surface to connect with, and maybe could even be easier to do some crazy flying stuff off of...although I don't think we'll see any of that from these two! Soon, Eye of the Tiger plays over the PA system, the lights dim to red, white and blue hues, and the classic tickertape shoots out of the entrance, with Steve Phillips striking his victory pose in the entranceway. The Senator Phillip Jones: Announcing first, from Washington D.C, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is the challenger, Senator Steve Phillips! Not a moment after the Senator gets into the cage, "Paradise City" hits the PA system, as Thunderkiss makes his big entrance, with the International Title draped around his neck. TK poses for a good half minute before walking slowly down to the ring, yelling at random fans along the way, and further showing off his physique to anyone watching. Phillip: Announcing next, the International Champion, weighing in at three hundred and fifty five pounds, hailing from Los Angelus, California, he is the Ultimate Male, Thunderkiss! The cage lowers as soon as TK enters it, and referee Keiji Makabe ensures that everything is secure, including the chain around the door to the cage. Referee Cliff Mortimer, on the outside of the cage, displays the keys, before pocketing them, and giving an OK signal to the timekeeper. **Bell Rings** McNally: If you look at the stances... Edison: Forget that, you're missing the action! And sure enough, if you just listen to the announcers, you would be missing out, as TK wastes no time in rushing at the Senator, aiming his devastating Axe Bomber, the Goodnight Kiss right at his head! Phillips ducks the kill shot at the last moment, turning smoothly into a fighting stance, and unleashing a quick series of right kicks at the knee to his opponent. Thunderkiss stumbles around, only to be caught in the midsection with a second series of kicks, this time, from the left leg. Phillips throws a fourth kick with added emphasis, but this only allows his opponent to absorb the impact, and catch him, right into a big scoop slam accompanied with a yell. Edison: Thunderkiss just showed his power and supremacy there, Maxie! TK looks down, and drops an elbow, connecting solidly with the mat, however. The Senator, after rolling out of the way, steps back, and throws a hard kick into TK's back, steps forward, and shoots a low side kick out into his opponent's face, flattening Thunderkiss down. Phillips goes for a quick pin... ... ...1 ... ...Thunderkiss kicks out, only for the Senator to keep him down on the mat with a keylock.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:16:12 GMT -5
McNally: Phillips wants to make sure that Thunderkiss can't utilize his immense strength to its fullest, and submissions like that are the best way to go in that regard.
Edison: Booooring....
Unfortunatly for Steve Phillips, Thunderkiss decides to show just how strong he is at this moment, getting up to a knee in the keylock, lifting his opponent up, and dropping him with a rather bizarre modification on the basic scoop slam. Instead of following up with an elbow, like before, TK decides to slam a huge double fist axe handle blow into his opponent's chest, stunning him. TK poses for a moment, and then picks the Senator up in a cross body hold, running him straight into the unforgiving steel bars, dropping him between the ropes and the cage.
Edison: That's not boring!
Thunderkiss flexes his muscles, admiring his own superiority, to the boos of the majority of the audience in the ACW Arena, who want no part of the arrogant musclebound gladiator. TK responds with a cocky grin, as the Senator rolls back from under the ropes, pulling himself up. TK helps him up the rest of the way with a giant hand grabbing the former ACW Champion by the top of the head, and nearly unleashes the mother of all haymakers into the Senator's jaw, but Phillips evades it at the last moment, and instead, the International Champion throws his arm through a gap in the bars, right up to his shoulder. The Senator wastes no time in taking advantage of the situation, stepping up on the middle rope, and bringing his heel straight down with a straight axe kick onto his opponent's trapped arm. While perhaps not as fast as he once was, Phillips still possesses above average reflexes, and shows them off with his next move, a leaping enzuigiri, which hits TK in the back of the head, forcing him to slump against the ropes, his arm still caught in the ropes.
McNally: I don't want to speculate too much, but I think that if Phillips can eliminate the threat of the Goodnight Kiss, that horrendously powerful Axe Bomber, he will not have nearly as much to fear, healthwise.
The Senator knows that he must take full advantage early on, or face real trouble later in the match, and as such, takes the drastic step of climbing up the cage, reaching about halfway up, measuring up the situation, and leaps off, dropping a straight elbow down onto TK's shoulder. The "Ultimate Male" yells out as the move connects, slightly bending his arm out of place, and finally manages to get it out of the cage, circling back around the ring, shaking out his damaged limb. As he turns back around, Phillips meets him with one of his infamous knife edge chops. Thunderkiss, though, has already endured the move in the first encounter between the two, and simply walks forward, puffing his chest, out, showing no fear. The Senator seems a bit thrown off by the approach, but still throws more hard chops, turning his opponent's chest more and more red with each connecting strike. Thunderkiss, in a big show of bravado, actually slaps himself hard, on his chest, begging Phillips to chop him one more time. Instead, the Senator jumps up with a big Zero-sen heel kick...and simply bounces off, as the International champ laughs at the futility of the action, putting a boot to his opponent's back, and a clubbing blow to the back of the neck. Phillips covers up, to avoid incurring any more attacks onto his possibly fragile neck, which only makes him easier to lift. TK pulls the Senator up to his feet by the back of his neck, and the seat of his shorts, walks over to the cage, and swings him, head first into the bars. The Senator hits hard, neither his forehead, nor the steel giving way, and the beginning of a cut is apparent as he staggers away.
Edison: There's blood in the water! Thunderkiss is going to be invincible now!
McNally: Come on, we all know that while the Senator would prefer not to be cut up in the ring, he always fights with renewed spirit after he is bloodied.
Edison: Give me a break, Maxie, Wyvern could sure tell you otherwise!
McNally: I can't argue with that, but I just don't see this as being as much of a one sided contest as you do.
Back in the cage, TK stalks the Senator, charging at him once again for the Goodnight Kiss...and once again misses, allowing Phillips to throw another leaping kick, this time, to the arm. The Senator then swings around into an armwringer, pulling Thunderkiss's arm down into a shoulder armbreaker, and repeating the move two more times. TK blocks the move when Phillips goes for it a fourth time, but still ends up worse for wear, as the Senator pulls the arm straight out, extending it enough for him to swing a leg over, flipping his opponent into a cross armbreaker joint lock. The International Champion is able to prevent his arm from being pulled back the entire way, treating the situation as he would a heavy dumbbell at the end of a set of bicep curls, pulling up, far enough to relieve the pressure, and remove his arm from the lock.
Edison: Look at that, now THAT'S power! As much as I might respect the Senator's mat wrestling ability, he can't compete with the sheer might of Thunderkiss!
TK stands up to his feet, pulling the Senator up into position for a vertical suplex, and lifts him effortlessly, walking back, and suplexing his opponent right into the top of the cage door. Somehow, Phillips manages to roll back to his feet off the suplex into the door, but unfortunately, this is one time his training puts him in a dire situation, as Thunderkiss catches the challenger, throwing him head first, right back into the door, the entire cage shuddering with the collision. TK goes for a single foot pin as Phillips falls to the mat...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
...The Senator kicks out! TK goes from being the person in control of the pin to the opposite situation, as Phillips forces the huge foot off his chest, holding onto it long enough to execute a dragon screw, right into a flip over jackknife cradle...
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...TK escapes the pin, shoving the Senator off of him, and at a high enough velocity to actually send him staggering into the ropes in front of the cage door. The International Champion gets up, rushing at his opponent with a mighty shoulder block, which is promptly misdirected at full force, right into the door, shaking the entire structure, and loosening the thin chain keeping the door sealed shut. Phillips rears back, and unleashes a brutal short range Kenka Kick, which blasts the back of his opponent's head into the cage, clanging against the metal.
Edison: Uh, ouch.
Phillips takes a moment to wipe the accumulating blood out of his face, before lunging in, and chopping away yet again at TK, hitting him in the upper part of the chest region as to affect the shoulder. The Senator then locks the already damaged arm into the ropes, pulling TK's wrist far back enough to trap it into the cage again, but this time, Thunderkiss fights back, using his other arm to clubber his way out of the predicament. TK throws his opponent back with one arm, unhooking himself...only to find himself on the receiving end of a gigantic Washington Lariat! The huge lariat actually is able to knock Thunderkiss off of his guard, with Phillips springing back up, and using a lightning fast side headlock takedown to put his massive opponent on his back. The Senator floats over into a top mount, immediately raining down fierce punches, with the International Champion not even being able to get a proper guard up, due to the rapidity of the attack.
McNally: Steve Phillips may be thought of as a pure mat technician, but look at him throw those punches, he's a man possessed with fury!
Edison: I think he just opened up a cut on Thunderkiss! That can't be good for either man!
As Phillips continues his flurry of punches, he mixes in random elbows whenever Thunderkiss is able to put an arm up at a point, and indeed, a cut visibly opens up on the "Ultimate Male's" forehead. TK finally is able to throw a punch of his own, from below...but this is caught by the Senator, who, with a gigantic effort, turns his opponent onto his face, and into a kneeling Fujiwara armbar, pulling the arm nearly out of the socket with reckless abandon!
McNally: Steve Phillips is no stranger to that particular submission, as it tore up his own shoulder not all that long ago.
Thunderkiss, though, is not about to give up, and while not well versed in mat techniques, does know how to wrench his way out of a submission, the hard way, and does just that, not without cost to his own limb, grasping it as he rolls back over. The Senator shows no mercy, kicking the International Champion in the ribs with a sharp boot, stepping over him, dashing off the opposite ropes, and returning. As he approaches his opponent, Phillips leaps high in the air, seemingly almost pausing at the apex of his jump, and brings his knee straight down with a sickening thud onto TK's skull, rolling off of the King Kong knee drop, a splattering of blood appearing both on the Senator's knee pad, and the mat after the big move.
Edison: Oh, snap! The Senator just went all Mortal Kombat like on Thunderkiss and killed him with that knee drop!
McNally: An astoundingly vicious move there...and Eddie, please refrain from ever using that phrase ever again...it also would not hurt to stay far, far away from video game comparisons, too.
Thunderkiss is completely flattened by the move, but the attacks also took a bit out of the Senator as well, and the challenger takes a good amount of time to rest himself, and clean his eyes of blood before going back to cover for a halfhearted pin...
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...Thunderkiss kicks out of the pinfall attempt! Phillips steps slowly back, and braces himself against the ropes, allowing TK to slowly pull himself up to his feet, a large gash in his forehead trickling a crimson stream down onto his chest. As the International Champion gets up to one knee, he is unaware as the Senator dashes in, stepping off the raised knee, hitting his front flip koppou kick, the Shining Capital, glancing off TK's head just hard enough to keep him stunned. Phillips approaches his opponent from behind, and goes for a backdrop suplex...but TK is simply immovable in that fashion, and manages to not only block the lift, but clamp on an Iron Claw hold! The Senator punches away with alternating hook punches to the midsection, but is unable to remove the giant hand from his face. Thunderkiss rears his head back, his eyes enclosed in a bloody mask, but with an unmistakably wild look in them.
Edison: Thunderkiss has snapped! He's going to bring down the house now!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 28, 2007 15:18:23 GMT -5
As Steve Phillips struggles, Thunderkiss slowly directs him over back towards the cage door, and upon reaching his destination, rears back, before using the claw hold to slam the back of the Senator's head into the cage. With his opponent properly out of it, the International Champion hoists him over his shoulder, stepping back a foot or so, before launching Phillips right at the door, lawn dart style. The door bounces back almost as far as the Senator does as the two meet, the chain and the hinges both strain, nearly breaking off. Thunderkiss catches the falling Senator off of the move, this time, lifting him up high above his head, with an impressive military press.
McNally: Oh no, don't let him do this! Steve Phillips is truly in dire straits here!
TK yells triumphantly, an insane open mouthed grin appearing as he faces the door, staring out into the audience...as he hurls his opponent straight through the weakened door of the cage, knocking the door straight off. The Senator nearly flies out to his defeat, but is able to hold onto the bottom rope, while the door hits the floor. The entire side of the cage seems a bit askew, and Phillips is able to roll slightly back into the ring, with the wall of the cage looming over his head.
Edison: I don't, don't think I've ever seen something like that before in my life! Steve Phillips just got decimated!
McNally: I can't believe that he held onto the ropes and managed to keep his hopes alive here.
Edison: I don't think he's very much alive here!
Thunderkiss seems almost caught up in his reverie, before he notices the situation with the cage. TK then motions to the crowd with the classic "lifting up" pose, kicking Phillips under the side of the cage, draped over the apron. The International Champion looks up, and he grasps the bars of the cage, shaking them momentarily, before bracing every muscle in his body...and LIFTING the side of the cage straight out, extending it on a pivot point up top, shoving it out, before letting go, letting the hefty steel structure crash back down...right onto the back of the Senator.
Edison: Uhh...waa....DAAAAAAANGGGEROOOOSSSSSS!!!!!!
Referee Keiji Makabe backs the raving and quite crazy Thunderkiss away, allowing Cliff Mortimer to check on the competitor from the outside. The cage has left a huge welt on the wrestling politician's back, and Mortimer hurriedly tries to force the cage back, only budging it an inch, but that's enough for Phillips to painfully roll back under the ropes, and off the apron.
McNally: It appears that we bought this cage on a bargain, it's hardly as sturdy as it appears to be, especially if Thunderkiss was able to completely break the lower braces holding the walls together on it, before dropping it down at an angle onto the Senator's back. The strengh that such a feat involved is simply unreal.
TK picks his opponent up, points to his arm, calling for the Goodnight Kiss...he dashes off the ropes, running right back at the broken and bloody Senator, right as he unleashes his kill shot, the deadly Axe Bomber...or at least, he would, if Phillips didn't duck the move at the very last moment, reaching back, and somehow pulling Thunderkiss over into a horribly strained backslide pin, barely maintaining the bridge, but somehow doing so anyway...
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Phillip: Your winner, and NEW International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
McNally: I can't believe my eyes, Steve Phillips just pulled off the impossible! And while one could hardly call this a complete upset, I doubt that many were picking Phillips to succeed in this match, not in this situation, not under these conditions. And Eddie...you owe me some money.
Edison: Aww, man...he got lucky, it was a complete fluke!
McNally: Fluke or not, we have a new International Champ in that ring.
The Senator and TK both stand, bloody messes, with splattered chests, facing each other after the pin was broken. Neither man breaks the intense glare, as the cage raises up, and security rushes in, making sure that no further violence takes place.
McNally: Our security has its many faults, but that was one heck of a fast response. Chairman Gingerdude likely offered some overtime pay and then some to get them out here this quick. Likely, he knew that he would have to preserve the order in this sort of a situation, and he also likely wished to make sure that Dan White didn't get the rest of the Entourage involved.
Back in the ring, Phillip Jones hands the Senator his new title, and while the rugged politician seems beyond exhausted from his efforts, he still holds the belt up in the air with pride as the picture fades out.
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