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Post by Latino on Aug 18, 2007 17:28:43 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: HeatwaveSaturday 25th August 2007 Schedule of Matches: --------------------------- BK London vs Thunderkiss – ACW World Title No.1 Contender Match -------------------------- Echo vs Jonny Hughes -------------------------- DiaVolo vs Irie - Last Man Standing Match -------------------------- Ricky Falcon vs Jonny Spade – ACW Entertainment Championship -------------------------- Jay Zero vs Yoko Satoshi -------------------------- XS3 vs Fallen Souls - Ultimate X -------------------------- Jake Cheng vs Nick Durden vs Dan White vs VorteX - Light-Heavyweight Championship: Fatal Fourway Tables / Ladders and Chairs Match -------------------------- Adrian Flamingo vs Scott Andrews - Dog Collar Match -------------------------- Hunter vs The Senator vs Rattlesnake - Senatorial Stipulations III -------------------------- Alicia Kitsune vs Starkweather - Hell in a Cell -------------------------- Wyvern vs [Winner of No.1 Contender Match] - ACW World Championship --------------------------
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:29:59 GMT -5
Heatwave commences with a packed house; the summer has indeed been a golden one for ACW, and tonight sees several key rivalries and feuds come to a head. Tickets are rarer than condoms in the Vatican, and those who have secured their seats are all present and correct.
3…2….1…Ignition!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:34:03 GMT -5
OTA Segment: [This segment title has been deleted at the request of Alicia Kitsune and will be modded with a loss of 3 Karma] (Credit: Hitman)
In the back, Chairman Gingerdude, dressed in his best as per usual, paces around frantically before hearing the door open. It's none other than Rich Marlowe, Fallout's backstage interviewer. Rich looks around nervously and approaches Ginger.
Rich: "You wanted to see me, sir?"
Ginger: "Damn right I did, Rich. Heatwave has gotten underway and I haven't seen XS3 in sight. I'm depending on his match tonight to pull in more buyrates and more money for me. The last I heard, he was staying at a nearby motel."
Rich gulps nervously.
Rich: "W-well, what do you want me to do about it?!"
Ginger: "Simple, Rich. Go find him and get him over to the arena. Charlotte and Kevin are both pre-occupied with their interviews tonight and I had to find someone on short notice to go bring him to the arena. Now either you go find him or else I'll can your ass and leave with you without a job, understand me?"
Ginger stares at Rich in a furious manner, not wanting to let a couple dollars escape him that easily. Rich sighs, admitting defeat.
Rich: "Yes sir, I'll go get him."
The chairman's look then turns into a smile as he sees Rich leave the office and shut the door behind him. Ginger sits down at his desk and shakes his head.
Ginger: "It's tough finding good help nowadays."
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:35:36 GMT -5
Segment: “1988 - Finale” Credit: T-Kiss As my plane touched down in Japan, I kept thinking to myself, “what the hell am I doing here?”. I had no roof over my head and no job. All I had were a few names of promoters scribbled onto a piece of paper in my pocket that Dwight had given me. I was lost in a foreign land, but I wouldn’t let that effect my persistence. I wondered around, looking for these people but having no luck due to the language barrier. It wasn’t until days later I finally struck some luck, all thanks to one of those little translator books.Aj *In Japanese*: Hello. My name is Aiden Joseph, a wrestler from America. I have come to Japan so that I may train and learn your techniques. I humbly request entry into your company. That was the “line” I gave to every person I found on my list. I said it so many times I had it memorized. Luckily with its’ assistance, I hit pay dirt and was welcomed into a very low level federation. Immediately the promoters noticed my power. They knew the fans would clamor onto a man who could press people over his head with ease and thus it didn’t take me long to find work. I started working for smaller wrestling companies, spending a few weeks at each one until the next bigger offer came around. During this time I wrestled under my legal name because I simply couldn’t think of anything better. It wasn’t until I finally landed at my last stop that my first persona came to be. It was Hustle founder Nobuhiko Takada that planted the seeds of what eventually would come to be as he saw me working with some of his wrestlers one day ...Yuji Shimata: His punches ... they are like Thunder. Nobuhiko Takada: Then that will be his name. And just like that, I was now called “Super T” for “Super Thunder”. You know the Japanese, they always put some adjective in front of names like “Ultra” or “Neo”. I didn’t mind though, not one bit. I actually liked it and thought it fit me very well. Luckily for me, the fans seemed to agree for I became one of the company’s hottest draws. I was booked against some of their major hitters such as Monster Buzzsaw, The Esperanza and Genichiro Tenryu. I ended up finding myself on the wrong end of the three count most often but no matter what, my credibility with the fans seemed to always stick.“We Love You” ...Is what the girls would always shout out at me in Japanese while they blew me a kiss. So many of them did it that it soon became one of my trademarks. In order to push some of my merchandise, two lips were plastered all over my trunks and my name was altered to “Thunderlips” - all because of a silly fan gesture. But somewhere “lost in translation” my name got altered during the beginning of one match to “Thunderkiss” and that one finally stuck. That inner voice that I had come to know during the most troubled times in my life seemed to like it, for in some bizarre way I heard it laughing inside my head the first time I was called it.Hahahahahhahahahaaha I started to become famous, and with that, came all the benefits of being known. It was a non stop fuckfest. Girls crawled out from God knows where to have sex with me. There was an endless supply of drugs. When I’d get done snorting as much cocaine as possible, another line would just appear as if it were magic. People wanted me. People loved me. They’d do anything to get near me. And that’s when I knew I was never going back. Aiden was a weakling, a loser; an empty shell of a man. Thunderkiss was everything I always wanted to be, and everything the world wanted. He was always there, just waiting to come out and I had denied him far too long. Aiden Joseph was dead - long live THUNDERKISS! When I returned home to the states after my tour in Japan, I legally changed my name to Thunderkiss. That’s right, that’s my real name because that’s who *I* am. From there, I gathered notoriety in the indys and then landed my first big gig in the GWF which set up my eventual debut here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. You know the rest of the story from there. But you see, I’m not a man to dwell much on the past. As far as I’m concerned, my life started as soon as I was given my born again name. The future is where my legacy shall be written. I have one goal in mind - to become CHAMPION of the WORLD. If you decide to step in the way of my ambitions, I hope you take the time to read my little tale here. You’ll find I don’t take kindly to people who keep me from things I want.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:36:29 GMT -5
Segment: Shattered Dreams (Credit: Ross Lambert)
A Black Screen… nothing more… nothing less when BOOM… a battlefield… or better known as a wrestling ring… the ACW logo is on the rings, the jumbo-tron is all set up… commentary tables and everything. In the center of the ring is Wyvern, bloody and battered, lying defeated on the ground as Ross Lambert poses over Wyvern’s limp, sweat-drenched, lifeless body clutching the ACW World Heavyweight Title.
Eddison: Oh My God! New Champion! New Champion and what a hard-fought match as this superstar pulled out the victory!
McNally: I know… this superstar REALLY raised the bar! He’s won the title here… right now… at Heatwave… that was BRUTAL… there’s only the matter of time to say how this superstar’s title reign will take off.
Eddison: Man… I can’t get over it… he just beat the Holy Hell out of Wyvern and Wyvern came back with some incredible offense but he just-
PSHOOOooooooo… Fyip. Is the best way to describe the sound, the screen pans out to show Ross in his boxer shorts with hears on it, a black loose vest and random grey socks with a black ring staring at the TV screen in horror, clutching an Xbox 360 Controller, Ross’s jaw drops before he glares at the man behind the TV… Danny Mainer in an orange “King o’ Vegas” shirt and his Blades/Dragon tights, sweat is pouring down Ross’s forehead as Danny looks chilled out, the lights are quite dim in the room which is an absolute trash-hole, pizza boxes, dirty laundry, unwashed dishes but amazingly, Ross has an appearance to match, he has a heavy stubble, his eyes have massive black bags and Ross is extremely pale.
Ross: Danny… don’t you EVER pull the plug on my video gameses AGAIN! Whaddya want anyways kid?
Ross grunts the again. He glares at Mainer through cold dead eyes, sweat drips down the bridge of his nose as Danny puts his hands on his waist, he looks around the room, eyeing up the horrendous state of Ross Lambert’s apartment. Ross glares at Danny who’s acting like his dad. Ross totally ignores this, he starts to feel his stubble and realizes he needs to shave, he looks around and pushes himself or rather peels himself off the couch, milkshake cups fly everywhere as Ross springs to his feet, Ross gets up, feeling like he might be sick and all numb inside, he raises his right arm which takes a mammoth effort to run his fingers through his hair, which locks of his hair stick together, causing him great discomfort as he tries to run his fingers right through, wincing in pain he glares at Danny, waiting for an answer.
Danny: Well Ross… it’s time to train.
Ross: Train?! Train for what? I’ve not been booked in like 3 weeks!
Danny: Well Ross… you DO have a match.
Ross: WHY DON’T PEOPLE CALL ME ABOUT THESE THINGS ANYMORE!
Ross spins around in a rage, near a big pine wooden shelf, he knocks tonnes of half-full cups of Milkshake all over the floor which leak out the hole in the top, the straws and some lids flying all over the pace, Ross looks at his arm which is dripping milkshakes. He ignores this before dropping to his one knee, Ross suddenly starts to choke as Danny looks slightly concerned, Ross continues to splutter and choke, more sweat dripping from his head and some spit flying out of his mouth, he eventually reaches down deep and coughs up what appears to be a massive hairball on the ground, Danny pulls a “What the Fuck?” face as Ross continues to spit up his own hair. Ross looks at Danny, gives him a cold glare and continues spitting up hair.
Danny: Uhh dude what have you been eating for the past few weeks?
Ross thinks he’s hacked it all up and gets to his feet, wiping more sweat off his forehead.
Ross: Umm… Domino’s Pizza and McDonalds Milkshake…
Danny: Where the fuck did the hair come from?
Ross: Well I ran out of money so I started CHEHOOeugh…
Ross jumps down and starts coughing up his own hair again, a massive clump drops to the floor, covered in saliva, the sickening scene going on through everyone’s TV sets, Ross ignores the clump of hair on the floor and stares at Danny again.
Ross: I ran out of money so I started to chew my own hair…
Danny: How long have you not been eating?!
Ross: Since about yesterday actually. I never knew how delicious my own hair could be… now I know how Hannibal Lecter got his kicks…
Danny: Dude you’ve been EATING YOUR OWN FREAKING HAIR!
Ross: Whaaaaateevveeeer. Nobody cares, stop being such a negative vibe.
Ross sways around the room before oafishly falling on his face, drunkenly landing on the floor, he starts chewing on the carpet making “OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!” sounds as he continues to chew the floor.
Danny: Are you turning Satoshi on us Ross?!
Ross looks up and glares, his back arched upwards, he looks straight at Danny before pushing himself up to his feet using all of his strength. Ross wobbles to his feet and Danny secures him and pulls him up.
Ross: No.. no… some internet nerds on Xbox Live told me that this is where Yoko gets her super-powers.
Danny: Wow you’re totally wasted…
Ross: No… no… I’ve just been eating my own hair for like a snack euuggh… sick!
Danny: Ross… I need to ask, why is it that when you walk, your shoes stick to the floor?
Danny walks around, peeling his boots off the ground with each step and spreading his arms out, giving looks to Ross who’s wiping more sweat off his forehead, Ross shrugs it off as he looks around.
Ross: It stops the children running about!
Danny: What children?!
Ross: The Magical Pixie Children who live with that gay guy… Johnny!
Danny: Come on… we got training to do… now…
Ross stands still… his body form starts hulking up and down and he starts breathing in deeply… he suddenly explodes with rage.
Ross: WHO AM I FACING?!
Danny leaps backwards making clawing motions in self-defense, Danny looks at Ross, Ross is breathing heavily. Ross looks around and sees the awkward silence, Danny then looks at Ross.
Danny: Jason Freeman…
Ross: Who?
Danny: The guy who bugged out on Senator last week?
Ross: I know Senator, he’s a prick… but who’s this Freeman guy?
Danny: The guy who talks about Freeman Flakes all the time?
Ross: Ringing no bells…
Danny: OK… what does the name BK London mean to you Ross?
Ross: It means two major cities in 2 different parts of the world…
Danny: Fuck… this is gonna’ be tough to get you back in fighting shape.
Ross: Fighting Shape?! Who am I fighting?
Danny: JASON FREEMAN! Come on Ross! LET’S GO.
Danny grabs Ross by his arm and throws him into his bedroom, Danny slams the door shut yelling “GET DRESSED!”, he leans against the wall, whistling as the sound of ruffling is heard behind the door, suddenly there’s a loud thud accompanied by an “AAAAH shit!”. Suddenly the door opens again and Ross springs through in jeans and a black pinstripe shirt, Ross stumbles over to his front door, Danny following, Ross takes his right foot and sticks it into his boots which are lying by the door. Suddenly… there’s a loud squidgey sound and Ross stops dead in his tracks, Ross grabs the boot, takes his foot out and tips it upside down… pink stuff with blue string all over it slops out the boot, Danny grosses out and Ross looks at him.
Danny: What the Hell is that?
Ross: Scrambled Eggs…
Danny: Why…?
Ross: About 2 weeks into my no-action… my maid quit ‘cause I wasn’t paying her so my dishes weren’t getting done… so I started eating from a shoe Danny.
Danny looks around for an alternative and quickly sees Danny’s black converse trainers.
Danny: Throw those on…
Ross: OK!
Ross quickly throws the boots on as Danny opens up the front door, Ross quickly pulls his laces but doesn’t do them as Ross & Danny head out the door, they head out onto the corridor as we draw to a fade.
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:37:28 GMT -5
Segment: "Meltdown Gets Impacted" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
A small ad for Meltdown gets aired.
Voiceover: Everyone has been talking about the events leading to Heatwave. Everyone will be talking about the events after Heatwave. This Thursday night, prepare to have a recap of Heatwave as we all cool down into Emperor of the Ring.
Rattlesnake's face appears on the screen followed by 8/30/2007.
Voiceover: The "Impact" returns on Meltdown. Are you ready to feel the impact? Do you think you can handle the impact after Heatwave? We'll see about that.
Rattlesnake: Snake's Impact on Meltdown will be the biggest one ever. I personally guarantee that. I already have my guest lined up for it. I'm going to talk to that person about Heatwave. I'm going to find out just how gratifying it was to them. You all will enjoy it. I guarantee it.
The ad fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:38:26 GMT -5
Match 1: BK London vs Thunderkiss - No.1 Contender Match (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::HEATWAVE: NUMBER 1 CONTENDERS MATCH..::HEATWAVE::..
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Viagra! Even the Best Politician Experiences a Lack of Inflation! – Keeps Even the Oldest Senator Up!*-
Thunderkiss Age: 29 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 Hometowns: Los Angeles, CA
BK London Age: 23 Height: 6'2 Weight: 237 Hometown: Brooklyn, NY Normally, Phillip would be in the ring for the start of the match, waiting for his cue to announce the participants for the opening bout. But we see that the stage is is littered with music equipment (instruments, speakers, and etc). The lights in the arena completely shut off and the suddenly green lasers shoot from the stage and onto the ceiling saying:HARDER
BETTER
FASTER
STRONGER The crowd goes absolutely nuts as the four words continue to appear consecutively, going faster and faster until the stage lightens up and we get the original "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" by Daft Punk.
The pair appear on the stage in their signature robotic suits, complete with helmets and the fans of the 2001 single begin to go nuts in their seats. As the song goes, you can hear the chorus slowly becoming the sample from the most current version. The original song begins to fade out and now "Stronger" by Kanye West kicks in and he bursts onto the stage with the first verse:Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a f**k what they all say right? Awesome, the christian and and Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness Cause right now thou has forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead go nuts go ape shit Especially on my best stand on my bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New gospel homey, take six, and take this, haters [/b] The chorus from Daft Punk's single kicks in and Kanye continues to play towards the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring. And once he reaches there, he points to the stage.Kanye West: Ladies and Gentlemen, BK London! BK bursts onto the stage with a mic in his hand and he's ready to rock the world with the performance of the Stronger RemixBaby girl am I your sign You want yours, Im just trynna get mine If bein beautiful was be a crime girl id make sure you'd be standin in line
Put you to bed like holiday Everyday moment with you, would be like a holiday Dont listen to your friends, dont care what ya momma say i aint trynna be rude, but that other dude is kinda gay
You'd have the best of this season You aint conceited, but now you got a reason Huge rock on ya finger, Nah I'm just teasin No more carpool, '07 Nissan
You should be my girl like sammy We could spend the summer in miami Ice around your wrist, oh gladly Have your other friends jealous, wishin’ that they had me
Haters
N- n- now th- that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now Cause I can't get much wronger Man I've been waitin' all night now That's how long I've been on ya The performance ends with both men standing in the ring and pyro shooting off from all four corners. A standing ovation from this performance by both BK London and Kanye West as the two embrace with a pound and a hug. BK salutes Daft Punk on the stage and they return the gesture before heading to the back. Quickly the equipment is taken off so BK's opponent may enter.BK has made his grand entrance and now its time for Thunderkiss to make his. London paces back and forth in the ring as the lights go dim.... I was born on Olympus To my father a son I was raised by the demons Trained to reign as the one ...*The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.* God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul *He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring.* I am the lord of the wastelands A modern day man of steel I gather darkness to please me And I command thee to kneel Before the ...*Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.* God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soulThunderkiss enters the ring and the lights return to normal. He looks into BK’s eyes and vice versa ... and neither man flinched. They now come chest to chest and face to face! The crowd is HOT and ready to go as they begin to chant for their man, and within a short amount of time, they will either be elated or disappointed!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:39:15 GMT -5
This is IT! BK London and Thunderkiss ..... TWO MONTHS IN THE MAKING! Both men start the match off with a stair down, allowing the fans to get into it and to build the tension in the ring. London begins to jaw at Thunderkiss and TK returns the favor! BK decides to send a strong message right here, right now, but shoving TK right in the chest. TK falls back, looks down, and laughs! He decides to come forward at BK with a big roundhouse, but BK leans back and watches TK whiff his punch, leaving him wide open for a big arm drag takedown! The crowd goes NUTS as they see BK pop TK down to the mat... but those cheers quickly turn into horror as TK lifts his body straight up, BK still attached to his arm! What POWER! BK’s eyes are wide as he realizes what just happened, and that look turns into “OH SHIT” as TK grabs him around the neck and slides his fingers upward ... FOR THE COUNTDOWN TO EXTINCTION! Thunderkiss: Brudah Man said hit you hard as possible early.... DO YOU THINK I’M DOING A GOOD JOB MR. LONDON?!?!!? HAHAHAHAH!BK struggles to break free and one thing he has going for him is that he is too heavy for TK to lift with one hand. Using this advantage, he rocks his body in different directions to loosen TK’s grip and is successful! London drops out of his hand, but is still stunned by having his face crushed! TK rushes at him with a huge clothesline that takes him back onto the top of his head like nothing! BK lays prone on the mat and TK starts to drop a few power elbows on him for good measure! As an added insult, TK picks London up by the torso and tosses him over the top rope down to the floor below! The fans rise and boo Thunderkiss, causing him to laugh at their dismay! He then rolls under the bottom rope to the floor below where he stalks London! He pushes him into the guardrail, back first ... dropping him down in pain! TK then shoots several knees into the upper body of London and only stops when the ref leaps out of the ring and physically pulls him off! TK rolls back into the ring to break the count and then rolls right back outside where he picks London up and lifts him high up into the air! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He’s going to drop him across the guardrail! London can sense the pain and his body does what it does best - react! He counters this by shifting his weight and dropping down off TK’s hands, hooking his head for the perfect counter! DDT! TK gets DDT’ed down into the padded concrete floor! The fans explode out of their seats at the sight of this and BK London has new life in this match up! London picks himself up and TK too, and the two of them roll back into the ring! Thunderkiss is put in a Camel Crossface! TK struggles there for a few moments and BK sinks it in deeper ... hoping his efforts put away the big man! Unfortunately for London, TK still has a LOT of fuel in the tank, and it doesnt take long for the Thunderman to rise to his feet, taking BK with him. London results to brute force now, shooting a few European Uppercuts TK’s way. They stagger TK, but don’t bring him down completely. BK goes to the ropes, and in a very unorthadox move, bounces off and comes back at TK with a flying shoulder block! This move ends in utter failure as TK backs up a few steps and hooks London’s head for a DDT Counter of his own! The crowd looks on STUNNED that TK has landed a DDT! Maxwell McNally: We are seeing an arsenal of moves never displayed before by BOTH men. Talk about pulling out all the stops! Thunderkiss rolls London over onto his back and makes the first cover of the match up! ONE!
TWO!!
T .... KICKOUT!!! BK kicks out at two and TK lifts him up onto his feet and puts him in a bear hug! He sinks it in as hard as he can, trying to take the life right out of his former tag team partner! He’s caught and caught good and soon he begins to fade! Thunderkiss applies the presser on even tighter as the ref comes over and checks BK’s hand! He lifts it up once and it drops! He lifts it up again ... and we have the same result! “Fast” Eddie Edison: One more time and that’s it for BK! Indeed it will be unless he can find some way to escape! Before the ref can grab his arm again, London struggles left and right to break free and his own strength is now going directly against Thunderkiss’. Though he cannot overcome it completely, its enough to loosen TK’s grip. Thunderkiss becomes distracted and BK London sends a huge heatbutt flying into TK’s face for the breaker! TK uses his hands to cover his face and spins around while doing so ... leaving him wide open for attack! London seizes the moment and leaps up onto Thunderkiss and hooks him for a Lungblower! TK goes down and BK hooks the leg! ONE!
TWO!!
T .... KICKOUT!!! It’s TK’s turn to kick out and two now as he bench presses BK right off of him. Both men rise at the same time and lock up in the middle of the ring. Thunderkiss Irish whips BK into the ropes and London bounces back directly into a Thunderkiss attack. But like any seasoned vet, he sees it coming and ducks under the clothesline ... hits the back ropes and comes back with an AIR LONDON! It nails TK directly in the face and the Thunderman drops down to the middle of the ring. BK looks up to the crowd and signals for “Fast” Eddie Edison: We are about ready to go .... BALLLLLLLIN! BK hits the ropes and comes back directly over Thunderkiss and does the “Ballin” taunt before leaping up and coming down across his face with a huge knee drop .. Known as the BALLLING OUT OF CONTROL! TK cranks his body up in pain, but BK sends him back down with a standing shooting star press that hits right on target! BK reaches down and makes another cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THR .... KICKOUT!!! TK survives the onslaught but is quickly thrown into another one as BK picks him up and gives him a big snap suplex that rocks his world! Thunderkiss rolls out of the ring for a “time out” but BK is not going to give him time to reccoperate! London goes to the top rope and perches himself on top as he waits for Thunderkiss to walk below him. As soon as he does, he leaps off and comes down on Thunderkiss for a big body splash! Both men collapse onto the arena floor, hurting and in pain. The ref stands in the ring and begins to make the count! 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! At the six count, both men show signs of life as they begin to stir. 7! 8! BK is now on the ring apron and he pulls himself into the ring, breaking the count for himself. TK joins him a second later and both men avoid being counted out! Maxwell McNally: What would have happened if we had a countout Eddie?! Who would Wyvern face tonight? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Your guess is as good as mine Max!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:39:55 GMT -5
London decides not to go fancy for his next plan of attack as he just hammers down on TK’s back with big rights and lefts. Thunderkiss rises up through this onslaught and takes BK and grabs him by the back of the head and slams into the nearest turnbuckle! He sends BK’s face in nine times, but for the tenth, London puts on the breaks and shoots a big back elbow into TK’s face ... stunning him! TK spins back defensively and London leaps onto his back and brings out the big guns. It’s the LONDON PLEX! Thunderkiss is taken UP... OVER AND DOWN! London shoots up with a whole new life and takes down his straps causing the crowd to go WILD! He moves behind TK, and breaks out something from the past ... the CORPORATE LOCK! He slaps it on good and Thunderkiss is caught and caught bad! His energy level has been decreasing throughout this match up and he may not be able to rely upon it anymore! Maxwell McNally: What a great move by BK! Take the big man’s feet from out from underneath him! Thunderkiss claws his way to the ropes, inch by damn inch. Just as it appears that Thunderkiss is about to reach them, BK lifts up and drags him back into the center of the ring! There have been very few times that Thunderkiss has been in a desperate situation such as this where he has to reach into whatever he has left and put it all on the line. But now is ONE OF THOSE TIMES! He once again claws towards the ropes and showing the utmost determination he finally makes it far enough where he can stretch out and grab the bottom one! He does ... and BK is forced to break the hold! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He wants it Max, you can see it in him! Thunderkiss wants it BAD! BK pulls Thunderkiss up and it can easily be seen that TK is struggling with his right leg. Smelling the blood, BK executes a PERFECT AIR FORCE ONE off the ropes opposite Thunderkiss! TK crumples onto the mat ... and BK calls for it! “Fast” Eddie Edison: We just might be standing in the shade ... of MICHAELS! Indeed we are! As soon as TK reaches his feet again ... London shoots forward with it! But now its TK’s turn to show his ring awareness isn’t that bad either! He ducks, causing London’s leg to sail directly over his head and collide into the shoulder of the ref! The ref goes down and London cannot believe it! Maxwell McNally: The ref just got blasted! London leaps over to the ref and stands over him ... trying to wake him. Thunderkiss is also aware the ref is down, and seizes the moment by taking his arm and racking BK London with it as his back is turned. Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! London drops to the mat, a look of pain on his face so deep one cannot describe it. Deciding its now time to execute plan “B”, Thunderkiss waves to the back and out comes XS3 from the entranceway! The crowd watching makes a huge commotion! Yelling, screaming, you name it - they are doing it as the former Entertainment Champion runs down to the ring Maxwell McNally: Dammit! Here comes XS3 ... I knew it would be only a matter of time before this outstanding match got tainted with outside interference! In COMES XS3! XS3 hits the ring and he slides underneath the bottom rope and clips BK’s knee out from behind him! BK hits the mat clutching his knee in pain ... leaving him WIDE OPEN for an attack by Thunderkiss! Once his job is done, XS3 slides back out of the ring and reaches over the guardrail and pulls a chair away from a nearby fan! Things don’t look for BK as XS3 tosses the chair into TK’s hands and then leaves the ringside area, only stopping to scream out encouragement to his friend! Thunderkiss then takes the chair and raises it into the air to show everyone watching that he holds BK’s fate directly in his own hands! “Fast” Eddie Edison: BK is about ready to get a heavy metal work over! TK takes the chair and begins to bring it down upon London like rain from hell! ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ ~!~CRACK~!~ SEVEN chair shots are driven into the back, side and legs of London and in TK’s mind that should be enough! Thunderkiss takes the chair and punts it out into the crowd, making someone a little bit richer all thanks to eBay. He then grabs the ref and drags him over to where BK is and slaps him around to wake him up. As soon as the ref begins to stir ... Thunderkiss makes the cover! The ref comes around ... and smack the mat very, VERY slowly! ONE!
TWO!!
THRE..... KICK OUT!!! Thunderkiss: NO!Maxwell McNally: BK London will not go down tonight! A stunned Thunderkiss rolls off of BK and holds his hands to his face, wondering what he has to do next to take him down. He pulls him off the mat by his trunks and London falls back down ... showing fatigue and wear. Thunderkiss laughs at this and with little effort, pulls London back up again and whips him into the corner where he hits hard. Thunderkiss comes running in for a big shoulder tackle BUT BK STEPS OUT OF THE WAY .. AND DODGES IT LAST SECOND! Thunderkiss’ shoulder collides against the steel ring post between the 3rd and 2nd turnbuckles and he falls back in pain! London leaps on top of him for the cover .... but PUTS BOTH LEGS ON THE ROPES FOR ADDED LEVERAGE! The ref completely misses this and registers the count! “Fast” Eddie Edison: BK Has his feet up on the ropes! HE HAS HIS FEET UP ON THE ROPES! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! HEATWAVE WINNER: BK LONDON! NO! - is the only word on Thunderkiss’ mind as he realizes that his dream for tonight has just gone up in smoke! YES! - is the only word on BK’s mind as his third reign is now inches away! Both men go in completely opposite directions. BK celebrates on the top rope as TK stays on the mat in disbelief. But disbelief soon turns into anger as Thunderkiss looks up onto the Alpha Tron and watches the replay! He sees BK’s feet up on the ropes and GOES OFF! He completely ignores London, who is celebrating like only he can and makes his way over to the ref where he winds up ... and UNLOADS A GOODNIGHT KISS ONTO HIM... TURNING HIM INSIDE OUT! “Fast” Eddie Edison: THUNDERKISS HAS JUST GOODNIGHT KISSED THE REF! London drops down from the turnbuckle to go try to take it upon himself to get Thunderkiss out of the ring but that will not be needed. Thunderkiss completely ignores him and rushes out of the ring, sprinting down the isle to an unknown location. Maxwell McNally: Where is Thunderkiss going?! Already cameras are hurrying to catch up with TK, and the crowd can only wait and wonder…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:40:42 GMT -5
Segment: It Ends Tonight (Credit: DiaVolo) DiaVolo is in the back taping his wrists and getting geared up for his match tonight. His mind races around the events of the last few weeks. From getting signed to ACW and being ecstatic, to confronting his fathers slaughterer, to tonight where only one man will walk out of that ring. However, that is the only way is it not? This was the last option he had to that would allow him to avenge his father, destroy this monster and move one with his life. Time for games has ended and this had to be the last stop. If sacrificing himself is what he had to do than he was fine with that. Think of all the hope he will bring to people, think of the message he is sending, “Never back down from a noble cause”. DiaVolo picked up an armband he had not looked at in years. It was the armband is father had worn the night he died. The letters “AJ” on the front and back he decided he would wear it into battle today like a mystical shield. Like the great Spartan warriors, he would come back with he shield or on it. As he slipped it on two smooth hands grazed his shoulders and slipped down to his chest. He looked down to see to hands with a dark purple nail polish sliding back up to his shoulders. He turned to his left and smile jumped onto his face. DiaVolo: Hey Raven! He looks up at her beautiful face. Her metallic blue eyes staring right back at, her sensual lips with a lip-gloss that shines off her face. She has her lip pierced on the bottom left side with a hoop, and a stud piercing above the top right. Her voluptuous chest a little above eye level and her tight six pack stomach. And, you cannot forget the smell, with a light scent of perfume that out satisfies any other scent in the world. When he went to save her last week, he had intended to save her and send her home with no further contact. He did save her for the glory or the girl; he did because it was the right thing to do. However, that night she begged him to let her take him to dinner to thank him, so he did. They spent most of the night talking, something DiaVolo hasn’t done with most girls. Next thing he knew they were at his place have the most exciting, romantic, sensual sex he had ever had in his life. Fate had brought her to him and he could not, WOULD not, miss a good twist of fate.Raven: Hey babe, you ready for your match tonight? I am not going to lie to you, I am extremely worried and I wish you would cancel the match. DiaVolo: I can’t do that Rav. Sweetie; you saw first hand how evil Irie really is. It is time somebody stopped him. Raven: I know but that’s what your father tried to do and I am just so scared that you will end up like that. DiaVolo: And my father would not want me to run away now. Even if something goes wrong, the more people who stand up for what is pure and right, the less evil there will be. Besides, (taps the bag to his right) I have a plan that will make this THE shortest Last Man Standing Match in the HISTORY of LMS matches. Raven: I hope you know what you’re doing. He puts his hand gently on the right side of her face and she does likewise on the other side. As their eyes meet they both move forward gently touching lips at first and then DiaVolo dips her down and they passionately kiss. The camera turns to the corner where Irie is seen in the shadows with an evil smirk as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:41:22 GMT -5
Segment: “Times Are A Changin’” Credit: T-Kiss
[The shot switches to the corridors, where the roving cameras have finally found Thunderkiss. He’s tired, he’s been through hell, but none of that matters. The only thing that does is getting redemption from the lone man who can make things right - Chairman Gingerdude. Instead of taking that long losing walk to the back after his match with BK London, he sprinted out of the ring, looking for him in every corner, hallway and office. Its taken a while, but like a wolf hunting his prey, he’s finally found him. Gingerdude looks up and sees him coming, and tries to sneak out of the room before he thinks TK can see him. Big mistake.]
Thunderkiss: NO... DON’T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!
[Thunderkiss lunges out and grabs Gingerdude by the shoulder, yanking him back into the room. A look of anger and frustration can be seen on the Chairman’s face as he responds to his treatment by the Thunderman.]
Chairman Gingerdude: Watch your tone and REMOVE your hand from me.
Thunderkiss: He cheated! What are you ... BLIND?! I demand an apology from this company and I want a rematch right NOW!
Chairman Gingerdude: The decision stands. You brought your own interference into the match first Thunderkiss. Fair is fair.
Thunderkiss: WHAT A SHIT LOAD OF FUCK!
Chairman Gingerdude: I’m sorry TK.
Thunderkiss: You know what? That’s fine then. That’s just fine. I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I’ll have to go and shut down this whole FUCKING show.
Chairman Gingerdude: You will do no such thing!
Thunderkiss: Yeah? Watch me! Believe me, millions are shutting off their TV sets right now anyway because of that HORSE SHIT in the ring just a few minutes ago. Anyone who doesn’t deserve to watch anyway!
Chairman Gingerdude: STOP HIM!
[Thunderkiss begins running full sprint towards the production truck, located just outside the arena’s parking facility. The camera’s follow him as he runs full blast towards it, Chairman Gingerdude’s cries echoing in the background. As soon as he stands in front of it, he climbs up the stairs and kicks open the door. Knowing he was coming based on the video feed, the crew had tried to barricade it to no avail. The door goes flying open and bodies scatter out of the way in fear of TK’s wrath!]
Thunderkiss: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEE’S JOHNNY!
[Thunderkiss grabs a nearby chair and throws it DIRECTLY into a full wall of monitors, popping 4 of them upon impact! Sparks begin to fly from the equipment and the PPV picture blurs for a second, before refocusing. Thunderkiss continues on his rampage as he looks for the next thing to smash, however, the Chairman has finally caught up to him and has brought some “friends”.]
Chairman Gingerdude: I WANT HIM ESCORTED OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: THUNDERKISS HAS BEEN EJECTED FROM THE BUILDING!
[Security 10 fold charge the production truck and Thunderkiss goes to battle! He starts laying punches into each of them, staggering them back down the truck’s steps where they roll to the feet of Gingerdude! The Chairman is about ready to explode in a panic and in a bizarre moment, the fans watching on the Alpha Tron actually start cheering for Thunderkiss!]
Maxwell McNally: Are these people actually CHEERING for Thunderkiss?!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, they say there is a first time for everything, but even I couldn’t have imagined THIS!
Fans *chanting*: THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS!
Random Fan *shouting*: FUCK YEAH TK! BRING IT DOWN!
[And that’s what the big man is about ready to do! He has just destroyed all 10 of Gingerdude’s security guards and has now turned his attention back to the broadcasting equipment. But just before he can go at it, he is interrupted AGAIN! Three squad cars pull in front of the truck, lights blazing! The police get out of their cars and confront TK, mace and tazers at their side.]
Police Officers: Out of the truck ... NOW!
Thunderkiss: So this is how the police spend their time?! All these murders and psychos out there ... and I’m your biggest priority!? Isn’t there some black people you can go an harass your bunch of racist fucks?!
Police Officer: You keep talking and you’ll find yourself behind some bars.
[As TK slowly steps down from the truck, he replies as he extends his hands out and points to both sides of him. There, a large group of people have formed to watch this chaos ... ALL of them cheering for Thunderkiss!?!?!]
Thunderkiss: Do I think I care piggy?! Do you hear that?! I’M THE PEOPLE’S CHAMPION!
[No need to fight, his point has been made. With no fear he walks right through the police. Gingerdude holds them back for even through all this, he doesn’t want one of his biggest stars arrested. TK stops his walk right in front of the Chairman and a very foreboding look comes over his face as he bends down and breaths the following into Gingerdude’s face...]
Thunderkiss: If you only knew what you started Gingersnap, you’d wish I’d be back in that building wrestling BK in my rematch. Look around you .... time’s are changing around here.
[Gingerdude looks around him, fans pumping in the air, chanting Thunderkiss’ name. He swallows nervously as he begins to understand what Thunderkiss is implying.]
Thunderkiss: And you better change with them.
[Thunderkiss walks away, heading into the crowd that has had suddenly and without warning leaped aboard the TK bandwagon. They erupt in joy at the arrival of their champion, a man who lifts them out of their mundane and pitiful lives. His night in the ring is over, but the party has just got underway.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:42:25 GMT -5
Segment: I hope we don't get a lawsuit (Credit: JJB)
* The lights begin to flicker on and off. The arena is turned into darkness as fire engulfs the sides of the ring.
Eddie: What the hell was that!!!!!!!!
Maxwell: I have no idea Eddie.
*The fire dissolves and out of the fire are monks with candles they begin to chant.
Eddie: Oh it's JJB.
Maxwell: Umm yeah.
*The prophets come out and they both have mics.
Prophet 1: We are here tonight to prove the sinners wrong, why your gift to sin endlessly is our curse.
Prophet 2: Why are we here? Many of you ask, but that task is left better unsaid then stated because our intellect will make your heads explode.
Prophet 1: Anyway without futher querie here he is JJB!!!!!!!!
Monks (In latin): RISE RISE RISE, make the men bleed and the children cry!!!!!
*The lights go off, and when it's back on JJB is in the middle of the ring.
Prophet 1: Your opponents tonight are some of the toughest men we've found so here they are.
*Generic Jobber music plays
Prophet 1: Your opponents tonight JJB are BROTHER GAY and BROTHER KLINGON!!!!!
*A man dressed up like a woman comes out with a black dude who looks Worf from Star Trek comes out. As they make their way to the ring the Prophets get out of the ring and shoves both of them to JJB.
As Gay and Klingon look scared JJB knocks them both out with a standing lariat. He proceeds to stomp on them with out mercy. as he lifts Gay up, he also lifts Kilngon up. He pokes Gays eyes and throws him into Klingon. JJB then begins to gouge Gays eye outs as gay is shouting in agony. JJB releases his gouge and turns his attention to Klingon. JJB leaps on Klingon and bites him furiously. JJB then throat slashes both of them, and lifts both up to receive more pain.
Eddie: Wow these guys are strong.
Maxwell: This is pretty pathetic.
JJB Death Clocks Klingon and JJB then Purges of Darkness Gay. JJB put both of them on top of each other as he covers them. Prophet 1 makes the count.
Prophet 1: 1 2 3
*Prophet 2 makes an announcement.
Prophet 2: Your winner the master of pain JJB!!!!!!!!!!!
*The lights go off and on. And when the lights go back on everyone in the Dark Lord's group disappears.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:42:54 GMT -5
Segment: (OTA) Free At Last: Part 1 (Credit: Freeman/Thunderkiss)
Thursday, July 29, 2007
Man, what you can say when your mind is clouded by anger…Jason Freeman sighed as he began to leave the arena, moments after he had lost control of himself and yelled at his whole stable…yes, he had lost control. He had been angry, but he should have known that that was in his head. He should have realized that it was all just bitter thoughts after losing his title…he really needed to take some time off. If he didn’t get his head straight, who knew what he would do? He was prepared to just drive away from the arena, take a bit of time, and relax, and get his thoughts straight. He had to let go of the anger, he had to forget about what Thunderkiss had said…in fact…forget him all together. Thunderkiss’s words had made a huge impression on him, as much as he hated to admit it…they had repeated in his head for so long.
Sure, TK was wrong. It wasn’t that his stable didn’t want to help him…they DID all have important matches that night. They were all preoccupied. And that was fine. But yet he couldn’t quite convince himself. The only thing to do was to forget Thunderkiss altogether. Just forget him. Relax, that’s all. Come back, better than ever…and don’t think of his words again. But how do you forget somebody that’s standing right in front of you? Freeman groaned, as he saw that walking in his direction from the other side of the hallway, was Thunderkiss. Freeman didn’t know where TK was going, but what mattered was that he just happened to be passing Freeman. Freeman averted his eyes, not ready to get into a discussion now, and hoping that Thunderkiss would be too preoccupied by the Lethal Lottery tournament to say anything…no such luck.
[“Ahhh” Thunderkiss thought to himself. There he was, Mr. Jason Freeman exiting the arena shortly after his tirade directed at his own stable. What many would see as a routine moment, Thunderkiss saw as a moment of opportunity. He heard all of Freeman’s rant for he wasn’t that far away, right down the hall. Freeman is RIPE for the taking, or so thinks Thunderkiss. If he could steal one away from the old man, wow, what a victory that would be. Not only would the Entourage gain a member, but at the same time the Stable would grow weaker by one. Of course, this is Freeman he’s thinking about, the man whom he has taken two titles from and the man who’s career he tried to ruin. It would be a tough sell, but with a heart filled with hate, anything is possible...]
Thunderkiss *smirking & patting the IN title*: Well, how’s life been treating you Mr. Freeman?!
Freeman:] Look, TK, I am really not in the mood for this right now, and I don’t know what you want me to do, but I’m assuming it’s that you want me to get angry or something. That’s not going to happen, and I’m going to leave now, so if you could just keep walking…
Thunderkiss: Hah, walking away from your problems again I see. Yelling and bitching does nothing Freeman. Only REAL men act on their problems instead of whining about them.
Freeman: What? Wait, you mean…
Thunderkiss: I know everything Freeman. You forget that the walls in this place are paper thin and there are ears everywhere, including my own.
Freeman sighed and decided that the best approach was to say nothing. Just leave. Ignore him. He shook his head and looked down, and then began to walk away, but TK wouldn’t let it end there…he was enjoying himself.
Thunderkiss: You need to take the next step Freeman. The whole group is nothing more than the Senator’s kiss ass club, and let me tell you something brother, you could do *SO* much better. I’ve been in the ring with you long enough to know you have more talent in your pinky that the rest of the group combined ... including the old man. They are a relic of yesteryear. They have no meaning - no cause to call their own. An entertaining man like yourself needs not the weight of them to drag him down.
Freeman pauses, and closes his eyes…and then he keeps walking. It’s obvious that he’s trying his best to block TK out, but it doesn’t seem to be working. While he shows no other reaction, it is obvious from his face that he heard everything Thunderkiss said, and that he was thinking about his words. Thunderkiss senses this, and while he gets no external reaction out of Freeman, he senses the internal one. Freeman keeps walking, almost at the door. Freeman takes a deep breath. He definitely didn’t enjoy that confrontation, but at least he could get out of there now. He opened the door, and stepped out of the arena, but not without hearing one last sentence from Thunderkiss, said almost in passing.
Thunderkiss: The Entourage NEVER abandons their own. Remember that Freeman.
Freeman shakes his bitterly, and slams the arena door behind him….
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The arena door opens, and Jason Freeman walks in. His face is grim, and focused, deep in thought, and while it doesn’t seem happy, there is something in the expression that shows euphoria. Freeman is happier than he can ever remember. Finally, he is indeed a Free man (…sorry, couldn’t resist >_> ). He had been replaying events in his head a lot the past month, and it had done nothing but give him turmoil. In this case however, he replays happier events. The moment he spit in Senator’s face. Of course, he bears some bruises from the beating afterwards (many, in fact), but it didn’t matter to him. A worthy sacrifice for what he received in return.
No more being held down. NO more playing second fiddle to a group who couldn’t care less about him. Wow. This is what freedom felt like. He hadn’t felt it in months. He could literally feel it. He felt ready to smash somebody’s head in, and get a win on his record. It was time. Emperor of the Ring was coming up. Now. He was going to win it. He could feel it. He knew it. Who did he have to go through? It didn’t matter. Hell, they could throw Yoko in front of him. Right now, he was ready. He walked down the hallway, and now his face finally gave in to his happiness…as a grin widens across.
Thunderkiss had been right. Freeman didn’t personally like him but he had to give him his due, he had been correct. Everything he said had been right. If only Freeman had listened sooner. This was perfect, and why did he have to cling to his stable loyalty for so long? It was proven useless now. And then, Freeman thought of Thunderkiss’s words…"The Entourage NEVER abandons their own.". Freeman paused, for a second, deep in thought, but that thought broke as he started walking forward again, and passed the Senatorial locker room. He stopped and almost turned to go in…
Wait, no…he wasn’t in it anymore…and then suddenly, Freeman began to laugh...he felt light. No more chains. He took a deep breath, and walked down the hallway. He had his OWN locker room again. Freedom just keeps getting better.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:43:46 GMT -5
Segment: Letting go (Credit: Echo)
It had been a month since my first appearance on ACW television, ironically enough on a pay-per-view as well, and now it was time to admit, I told myself, that I had accomplished essentially nothing since then, on a variety of levels.
I hadn’t made people stand up and notice me. I hadn’t, god forbid, gotten a raise after the first thirty days (and I was a month behind on rent). I hadn’t won anything big, done anything noticeable, or gotten any kind of accolades. My relationship with Joachim, who was watching TV on the other side of the dressing room, continued to completely confound me. And finally, though it didn‘t surprise me at all at this point, I was absolutely no closer to what I was looking for about myself.
The one constant was Alicia, and I wasn’t even going to begin to address that, given how much I managed to confuse myself whenever I seriously tried to analyze it.
“Distracted again, I see,” came a lilting call from the other side of the couch. I gritted my teeth. How did he always know? Was I just that transparent?
“I’m not quite so infatuated with you,” I replied rather wearily, “that I’m going to just roll over and admit you’re right on everything.”
The scrape of chair legs on tile warned me in advance that he was standing up, and I figured what passed for a Joachimian motivational speech was about to ensue, but as he passed most of me by and went to the head of the couch, I didn’t bother saying anything about it. At least, not until he reached over and turned off the stereo. That was more than enough to draw some protest.
“Um. ‘Chim, you step on Sunn O))) like that again and we’re gonna have a ground-and-pound on our han--”
He surprised me then, pleasantly for once, with a kiss; it was the light, affectionate kind, not our usual forceful insinuations, and I found that any urge I’d felt to snap at him was pretty much gone (not that I’d have been able to; it’s difficult to kiss open-mouthed while someone’s upside down from you, but we were resourceful). By the time it finished, when he pulled back slightly, staring down into my eyes with those delightfully pale-blue irises of his, I was more than eager to listen.
“What I want you to do is this,” Joachim murmured to me, idly running a finger over the side of my neck. “You’ve been miles away for the last few weeks. Even last week, when you came back pleased at being victorious, I could tell it was still bothering you.”
“Mm.”
“Let it go. Just for once, tonight. I promise you you’ll feel better if you go out there and just let it all out. Don’t worry about me, or you, or now, or whatever it is that’s been on your mind. Go out there and give up any control you have, and I guarantee you they’ll take notice.”
Reaching a hand up myself, I ran the back of my knuckles lightly over his cheek. “Odd advice, coming from you.”
“You don’t have to treat it like it was from me,” he answered. “Do it for yourself, not for anyone else. I think it’ll be good for you.”
I nodded, slowly, and stole another kiss, enjoying these last few moments before I headed out, whispering “I love you” in his ear. And I meant it.
And because I meant it, because I believed what he’d told me, I’d shake everything off, go out there, make them notice. Just this once, I’d let myself lose control.
Just this once.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:45:27 GMT -5
Match 2: Echo vs Jonny Hughes (Credit: JJB / AK)
(AK’s note: Following the feedback from Warfare, I’ve reviewed JJB’s match writeup for Heatwave, and augmented it with some additional detail and characterization.)
We scoot rapidly back to the arena just as Perish by Moi dix Mois begins to play. Blue lights fill the arena to the ring as Phillip Jones begins the introductions.
Jones: This is an intergender singles match, set for one fall. From Mogadishu, Somalia she weighs in tonight at 115 lbs… She is… Echo!!!!!
The fans at the barriers lean forward, but Echo is single-minded as she steps through the curtains, and moves quickly to the ring. She stretches and paces, like a caged creature which knows the bars which contain it are weak and rusted.
Philip: And her opponent, from Hartlepool, England… weighing in at 220lbs, he is “The Shooter” Jonny Hughes!
”Their Law” pounds the air in the arena; Echo is still psyching herself up, controlling her urges just enough to stay on the right side of the referee, but this leads her to have her back to the entranceway – and Hughes spots it the second he comes out of the curtain. Ever the opportunist, he hurtles down the ramp, slides into the ring, and launches into a ferocious attack as Philip scrambles out of the way.
Edison: A sneak attack?!
McNally: Yes, that’s what it looks like, Eddie.
Bell Rings.
Jonny attacks Echo from behind as ref Kenji Makabe signals the start of the bout; he knocks her down, but she is back up again in a blink of the eye, and Hughes is smashed by a bow wave of aggression which drives him backward a few paces.
McNally: Hughes’ cheap shot may have got him the first strike, but that’s about all. Look at the way Echo’s opening up on her opponent.
Edison: Not the smartest of moves after all by the looks of things, but Hughes doesn’t look like the type to stand around and get battered out of the match, Max.
Having taken numerous strikes, Jonny once again exerts himself, lifts Echo up and gives her a neckbreaker, segueing into multiple forearm strikes on the ground. Kenji gives Jonny a sharp glance warning him not to overstep the mark, and Jonny eventually decides he’s done enough direct damage; he lifts Echo up afresh and puts Echo in a dragon sleeper. Echo's hands are twitching as Jonny puts pressure on the hold; she draws together her strength, and then releases it in a surge as she lashes at Jonny’s gut without any form of restraint. Jonny grunts, and has to release the hold; this simply provokes Echo’s fury further, and she uranges Jonny to the ground with a power which belies her physical stature. Transferring into a butterfly lock, Echo ups the ante significantly, and Jonny is just barely able to twist around and grab the ropes before they are beyond his reach.
McNally: Very well played by Jonny, I couldn't have thought of a better way to counter it.
Edison: To be fair, Max, you’ve never wrestled professionally, so counters aren’t your speciality.
McNally: This coming from a man who is excited by an average lariat?
Edison: Yeah, yeah…. Heads up, Amy and Blake are at it again!
As Echo lets go of the lock, Jonny gets up and gives Echo a stiff clothesline to the throat, a prelude to a smart series of suplexes. He tops these off with the Showpiece (Swinging backbreaker to STO) and covers-
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Echo kicks out, literally, and kips up in fine style as Jonny is still on his knees; she smashes him with alternating knees to the temple until he rolls out of the way, anger beginning to show itself. Jonny’s frustration is evident as he begins to pound Echo's face with elbow strikes; Echo takes a couple before covering up, and Kenji again warns Jonny away from overstepping the mark with the stiffness of his blows. Jonny glares, but taking his eye off of his foe even for a millisecond is madness; Echo is a mass of barely-contained raw energy masquerading as a wrestler, and she sropkicks Jonny’s knees out from under him before nipping up and stomping furiously at her foe’s torso. The fans are entranced by the ballet-like brutality; Jonny grimaces, but finds the will to get back into what is becoming an extremely competitive match, and Echo’s passion causes her to be that little bit less careful than normal, allowing Jonny to stand and then slide in an uppercut of sufficient strength to knock Echo down. Jonny is about to drop for the cover, but then changes his mind and begins to wrap her legs into Texas Cloverleaf position. Sensing the danger, Echo reverses it, and Jonny immediately grabs the ropes again; Echo looks less than impressed at this, and Jonny’s smirk as they both stand eats up another portion of her dangerously short fuse.
Jonny initiates a grapple; Echo is stronger than an inexperienced person might expect, but still at quite a disadvantage, and after about 20 seconds of struggle, Jonny finds the footing to hoist her up in the air for a fisherman’s suplex. The fans sit up (or in some cases jump up) as Jonny commences with the Perfect Series; he chains three fisherman suplexes before delivering a fishermans’ buster. The crowd boos this a bit as Jonny smugly pins,
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Echo kicks, and rakes Jonny across the eyes; Kenji gives her a look, but Echo is already capitalizing, showing her opponent that she’s still well and truly in this fight despite having endured a powerful series of moves. Jonny takes another mighty flurry of blows, and a stiff kick to the midsection sets the scene for the Gleaming Magus (high angle shining wizard) as Echo steps up off of Jonny’s knee and gets great air before slamming her knee down into the back of Hughes’ head. The crowd is riveted as Echo pins, but before Makabe can initiate the count, Hughes smartly counters into a Camel Clutch, both putting pressure on Echo and giving him a few seconds to collect his thoughts.
McNally: You have to remember fans, the force of pressure being applied is greater because of the weight differential between the two.
Eddie: Thank you, Professor Maxwell.
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