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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:45:49 GMT -5
Deciding that he’s done enough, Jonny releases the hold and lifts her up, tossing her in the air for the Whiplash. Echo tries to counter but is not quite fast enough, and Jonny nails the move before switching into a cross kneebar.
Maxwell: He's trying to take her legs out, so she cannot use her devastating lower body arsenal.
Edison: Wow, now that looks painful. Hughes seems prepared to give as good as he gets, and Echo’s a very “giving” person in the ring…
Echo’s face begins to flush as Hughes switches to a leg lock; the scarlet on her skin is the only warning Jonny gets, and unfortunately he doesn’t heed it as he attempts to show off by switching once again into a toe hold. She’s away from him before he even realizes it, and there is no reprieve for Hughes as he gets a momentary look at the sole of Echo’s boot before she kicks him hard and directly in the face; he staggers backward, and Echo erupts mercilessly into a screaming sequence of strikes, allowing her to get in very close and consequently culminating with her Rapid Fire (Jujigatame with bootscrapes). The crowd cheers and simultaneously winces as Echo sets about erasing her opponent’s face; Jonny is left badly dazed, and a sharp word is needed from Kenji to snap Echo back into the present from whatever shadowed place she is siphoning her strength from. She covers, and gets a 2.5 before Jonny gets his shoulder up.
Edison: Ewww, that looked real nasty to me. Hughes did well to respond there.
McNally: We’ve always sensed that essence of danger from this young woman, but it’s never been as pervading as tonight. I’m starting to get concerned as to what will happen if this match drags on too much further…
Echo seems to be momentarily off guard as she gets up; Hughes rises, unsteady but now absolutely seething, and determined to take his opponent down by several pegs. Drawing on all the strength which his superior build can provide, he tackles Echo to the ground; she rolls the pair of them over and launches into a storm of elbows, but Jonny punches straight through her blows and smashes her between the eyes with power born of rage. Echo collapses off of him, her world spinning, and Jonny hauls himself up and hurries to the corner.
McNally: I think the Ode to Dynamite is imminent…
Edison: If he nails that move, it will be lights out for Echo.
Jonny flies off the top rope into the OtD (diving headbutt), but Echo moves in the nick of time and Jonny crashes and burns. He clutches his head, and Echo scrambles in and covers, hooking the leg-
1............
Jonny kicks out with authority sending Echo rolling across the mat; he gets up and nails a stiff elbow strike to Echo, before standing up and taunting both the crowd and his opponent. Echo’s patience, never more than thin, is now practically transparent; Jonny whips her into the ropes, and instantly pays for his arrogance with a vicious rendition of the Take 2 Nap (rebound Yakuza Kick). Jonny holds his mouth and tries to protect himself with his other arm as Echo starts pounding Jonny’s face with stiff elbows and punches. With her opponent now reeling, Echo rolls back to her feet, and chooses the perfect moment to unleash her Abisegiri (Koppou Kick) as Jonny struggles to stand. She covers again, the crowd now on its feet almost to a man.
1…… 2……
The kickout is right on the cusp of 3, and Echo’s surprise is evident in her expression. For a moment she is a little impressed by her opponent, but Jonny negates any positive spin by slapping his opponent clean across her face and shoving her aside as he gets up; he has absolutely no intention of being made to look second best, and it brings out the worst in the Shooter. Echo’s expression darkens… if she’d had any doubts in her head before now about the wisdom of Joachim’s advice, they are all swamped by the rising tide of violence sweeping through her system.
She moves more slowly and more deliberately, coming toward Jonny with the essence of mania in her eyes. Jonny sees it, and a cold chill runs down his spine, but backing down is simply not an option…
Echo’s pent-up frustrations explode into an orgy of elbows and kicks; Jonny puts up his defences, but Echo just attacks them without so much as a pause, and just as Jonny looks as if he might be about to retreat, Echo deprives him of escape by kneeing him in the gut and grabbing his head. Over and over she knees him in the face and temple; Jonny’s legs quiver, and finally buckle. Instantly Echo lets go and rushes away from him to the ropes; she ricochets back, and as Jonny struggles to get up again, anticipating what’s coming, Echo thunders forward – and straight past him. Totally confused, Jonny spins around, trying not to lose sight of his foe again – and he turns straight into the strongest rendition of the Perdition’s Edge (Dynamite Knee) which anyone present has ever seen. Echo’s leg muscles and fury combined carry her high enough to hit Hughes directly in the jaw; it’s an enormous blow, and Hughes staggers, completely disorientated and vulnerable. But that doesn’t stop Echo; even as she lands she pivots, and-
McNally: Oh, my LORD!
Edison: …………..DAAAAAAAAANNNNNGEEROOOUUSSSS!!!
Echo’s roundhouse knee is delivered with every ounce of energy Echo holds within her; it resembles nothing less than a bolt gun to the side of the head, and Jonny has absolutely no way of defending himself. He hits the canvas like a carcass, and lies there with glazed eyes like a fish on ice, twitching very slightly but otherwise still. The sound of the crowd becomes a shriek and then dies.
Echo’s chest is heaving; she turns back around from the motion of the strike, and the colour drains out of her face as she sees her opponent. She has a guaranteed three count, but at heart she is a warrior, not an executioner, and she indicates urgently to Makabe that her opponent may not be fit to continue. Makabe moves at once to examine Hughes, and the whole arena awaits the outcome.
Edison: Now that I didn’t expect… Echo has this match wrapped up, but she wants Hughes checked over first? Makabe could have done that as soon as the match was over.
McNally: I’d say that’s a strong indication of Echo’s priorities, and I must say that I wholeheartedly approve.
Echo stands, looking nervous as Makabe kneels next to Hughes; for her, the seconds seem to drag like hours. But Makabe looks up, and gives a thumbs-up to Echo and the officials at ringside; Hughes’ pupils have come back to life, and he is starting to move, even try to roll over. Echo responds at once, and slides in to make the cover-
*Ding, ding, ding!*
The ring bell catches everyone by surprise, even Kenji Makabe; he looks to the timekeeper for an explanation, and the timekeeper points to his watch. Philip understands as well as the referee does, and makes things official.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlement, the time allotted for this match has expired. Therefore, this match is officially declared as a draw!
The fans are slightly annoyed; a few can be heard calling “Echo was cheated!”. Echo herself does not share this sentiment, however; she moves back and stands as Hughes picks himself up, and feels a sense of relief as he does so.
Hughes holds a hand to the side of his head; he looks at Echo with a mixture of emotions, surprise, a little touch of pride, and a healthy dose of respect. The crowd gives him respect in return as he leaves, and Echo fulfils her duties by getting on the turnbuckles; her celebrations, though, are tinged with a lingering sense of concern at what has taken place. If people in ACW hadn’t really noticed her before, they most certainly will now…
… but was this really the kind of impression Echo wanted to make? Even she doesn’t have a clear answer for that as she heads to the back.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:49:40 GMT -5
OTA Segment: He's the leader of the bunch; you know him well; he's finally back to kick some tail! (Credit: Hitman)
The sound of a vehicle slowly increases in volume as Rich Marlowe approaches the motel in which XS3 is currently staying at. Fallout's backstage interviewer sighs, knowing that he could've had a better night than this. Once Rich parks his vehicle, he exits the vehicle and hears the faint sound of laughing and cheering radiating from particular room. Rich approaches a door with the number "14" clearly visible. The interviewer shakily sighs before knocking on the door. The sounds of footsteps can be heard as the doorknob turns. The door opens slowly and standing in the doorway is a familiar face in ACW: Mr. Yasha, the rhythm guitarist of XS3's band Demon Inc. Rich looks surprised, to say the least.
Rich: "Um… excuse me, I was wondering where I could find XS3, the ACW wrestler."
Mr. Yasha solemnly nods before directing Rich towards a poker table. Gathered around the table is Mr. Yasha's bandmates and friends: Ken Dante, Genecide, Genecide's wife Tiffany, Maximus Dungeon, Punished Fox, Christine Irvine, Ken's girlfriend and former ACW personality Joanna Garland and XS3 himself. Rich looks surprised as he sees three women sitting on a couch watching Heatwave: Maximus' wife Ash, Fox's girlfriend and Christine's sister Amelia and Mr. Yasha's wife Naomi. Everyone stops what they were doing to look at Rich.
Rich: "Um… XS3… I was sent here to tell you that Ginger wants you at the PPV immediately…"
An awkward pause overtakes the room before XS3 throws his cards down and sighs.
XS3: "Typical Ginger. I take a small break from wrestling to have a good time with all of my friends and all he can think about is making a dollar at my expense. Oh well, you can't win every battle. Guys, wish me luck."
The band and friends all give XS3 their best wishes as XS3 stands up from his chair. He leans over and plants a kiss on Christine's lips. Rich looks very surprised.
Rich: "Hey, why are you still with her? Didn't you attack her a few weeks ago?"
XS3 turns back to Rich with an angry look on his face.
XS3: "Obviously, you don't know anything about kayfabe, jackass. This is why you can't trust Ginger's bitches to do anything right."
Rich scrunches up his face in anger.
Rich: "Look XS3, it's been a long night for me and the last thing I need is being insulted. I won't take this from you!"
The Fallout interviewer's stance then shifts from angry to nervous as XS3 makes his way over to him. XS3 looks down at the interviewer then reveals a smirk on his face.
XS3: "Dude, you need to lighten up. It's all in the name of having a good time. Nothing wrong with that, eh?"
XS3 turns back to his friends and gets them all to join in with laughter. Rich nervously begins to laugh along with XS3 until he receives a big ol' fist in his gut. Rich crumples to the ground in pain as XS3 steps over him and turns back to Ken.
XS3: "Hey Ken, call the cleaning lady and tell her there's some trash out here in front of the room."
Ken: "You got it, buddy. Give him hell!"
XS3 grins before shutting the door behind him. He approaches Rich's vehicle and steps inside, turning the key in the ignition sideways and starting it up. Rich slowly gets up and watches as XS3 takes off in the vehicle, heading for the arena and his match against Fallen Souls. Rich stands up and throws his arms down, frustrated.
Rich: "God… dammit…"
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:50:49 GMT -5
Segment: Dan White (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Boxes. So many boxes. It must be a storage room. Light comes in from a window in the back of the room. This light reveals old paperwork and boxes that fill the medium sized storage room. A boxed in desk with more boxes on top sits in the center of the room. And a swivel chair is in front of the desk. Jake Cheng swivels around to face the camera as it takes in the picture of the dark.
Jake: Does anyone know where I am? It really isn’t that difficult. I bet you every single ACW wrestler, manager, stage crew personnel, everybody that has walked though the ACW Arena has seen this room. The viewers at home have seen this room. It was just a little over a week ago that this room had no boxes and people would come and go, requesting and complaining. This was the office of Ex-Commissioner Dan White.
Oh yeah, I see it now. There’s where he sat and…oh man, this guy is clever.
Jake: For a good while, this was Dan’s domain. Of course, we were on World Tour a lot so Dan didn’t have a permanent office, but that isn’t the point. The point is that Dan spent most of his recent months in his office instead of the ring like I have. What was Dan doing when I came second place in the Fallen Heroes battle royale? Getting his Commissioner position. What was Dan doing when I won the Light-Heavyweight Title for a fourth time? Being Commissioner. And odds are, that Dan hasn’t been training. He has been sitting on his butt making enemies in this very office.
Jake stands up out of the comfy office chair. Stan adjusts the camera up to Jake’s face. I guess he hasn’t lost his touch.
Jake: Dan, I know last year at this time, you, Jonny and me were sitting in a locker room planning our assault on Alicia. The Untouchables were born. But this is different, these are different times. In the past, you would wipe the floor with me. But now it’s the exact opposite. And tonight you will be wiped across the floor. Maybe you will be lying in the debris of a smashed table. Maybe you’ll be standing in the ring watching me unstrap my title belt from its hook above the ring. Nonetheless, the result is the same: I win.
The storage room returns to being abandoned as Jake leaves through the only door in the room. Jake shuts down Dan, but he still has two more opponents. Jake enters the room once again, taking the rolling office chair with him and leaves with it. The scene fades to black. For now.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:52:16 GMT -5
Segment: The Test (Credit: Yoko / Stark)
The match…it approaches.
Yoko’s not in the Stable locker room tonight, and she’s not in the old Pain Inc room. Tonight she’s back in hers, preparing herself to take on Jay Zero. She WOULD like to be alone, but a guest has just entered the room. Alexander Starkweather. Yoko smiles at his arrival.
Yoko: You’re here on behalf of everyone to wish me luck. I’m glad.
Stark: That’s not why I’m here, as pleasant as the image of me as an ambassador is. There’s something that has to be said.
Yoko: What is it?
Stark: I’m going to be blunt with you, Ms. Satoshi. I have no earthly idea what Ms. Saito was doing when she brought you into my group.
Yoko: But you all voted to-
Stark: No we did certainly not. Frankly, I don’t want you in this organization. You have not earned your spot, and it was not I who invited you to the fold.
Yoko frowns.
Yoko: Not earned my spot? Have you seen my credentials, my record?!
Stark: That's all rather meaningless. That isn’t what it takes, you should have realized that when you saw the changes that occurred to the world champion. You don’t have the proper attitude. You pine for your lost love who decided an ignorant cowboy was a better bet on the inside, and cling to anyone and everyone that offers solace from your self-imposed torment on the outside. You don't even think enough to realize that your situation at this moment is rather dire.
Yoko: But we’re friends. Friends…friends help friends. I’m making real progress thanks to you guys.
Stark: We’re not… Ugh.
Yoko: Give me a chance to earn my spot, and I’ll earn it.
Stark: Fine. The task I will set down before you is a simple one. Show no mercy tonight. You make that Jay Zero fellow wish he’d never been born. Hurt him so badly they'll talk about it for weeks. You do that, and you can stay. It’s a simple but involving test.
Yoko: I’m going to make you sooo proud, just you wait.
He groans and shakes his head. Rather than continue, he chooses to leave her be. She really devotes herself to her friends, he guesses.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:53:45 GMT -5
Match 3: Last Man Standing Match DiaVolo vs Irie (Credit: Diavolo) Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman the next match is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH! When the fans realize what match is next you can almost feel their anticipation. For the last couple weeks they have watched the amazingly evil Irie torture their hero DiaVolo, but now DiaVolo was risking everything to stand up for what he believed in. The lights go off and strobe lights fill the arena.Announcer: Introducing first, standing 6’2 and weighing in at 220 lbs! Being escorted to the ring by Raven…..he is DIAVOLO! Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN inThe music continues to play as Raven walks out carrying the bag DiaVolo had before and then DiaVolo burst onto the ramp and slides through her legs. She holds his arm and the two walk down the ramp slapping hands with all the eager fans and even sign a few autographs. Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit.He jumps up on the apron and grabs the top rope, flipping himself into the ring. He turns and holds the bottom rope up so Raven can walk through and when he turns and walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up, the fans cover him in cheers. He hops down as the lights go back on and he escorts Raven to ring side who only leaves after he gives her a kiss. She leaves the bag by the right turnbuckle. A dark organ is played around the arena and smoke covers the floor as Irie makes his way to the ring.Announcer: And his opponent standing 7 feet tall IRIE! Irie steps over the top rope and looks at Raven while he licks his lips. He then turns and stares at DiaVolo trying to intimidate him but he does not back down. He steps up to the monster and looks up into his eyes. He winds up and hits him in the face several times making Irie stumble back. Finally Irie grabs DiaVolos’ wrist and twists it around. He leans back and gives DiaVolo a boot to the face. Before DiaVolo can stand up Irie flattens him with a splash. He gets up and roars his enjoyment to the fans who slap him with un-ending boo’s. He goes outside the ring and grabs two chairs and throws them into the ring. He then grabs the steel steps and slides them in. As he gets in DiaVolo grabs the chair and tries to hit Irie who winds up and punches the chair out of DiaVolos’ hands. He then gives him a massive head butt that knocks him to the ground. He picks up the stairs and drops it onto DiaVolos’ ribs hard. He repeats this process several times watching as blood squirts from DiaVolos’ mouth before throwing the stairs on top of him. Irie picks up DiaVolo by his head and yells “NOW I’LL KILL YOU LIKE I DID YOUR FATHER!” He picks up the chair and raises it above his head. Right as he goes to swing Raven yells, “WAIT! What if I give you a kiss?!?!” Irie walks up to her and grabs her by her head. As he does this DiaVolo slowly crawls to the corner and opens the bag to reveasl2 ropes. He painfully crawls back leaving a trail of blood and wraps one rope around Iries’ legs. He realizes what is happing and tries to reach down but Raven knees him in the nuts giving DiaVolo an opportunity to tie the other rope tightly around Iries’ upper body keeping his arms at his side. He then picks up the stairs and drives them into Iries’ head sending him crashing to the ground with a thunderous boom. He then takes the stairs and throws it on top of his head again. He puts one chair under Iries’ head and he takes the other chair and delivers TWO consecutive con-chairtos. He falls back into the turnbuckle and holds himself up with the ropes as the ref starts his count.1…. 2…. 3….. 4…. 5…. 6… Irie starts to realize he is close to losing and tries to get up but with both his hands and feet tied up it is impossible to get to his feet.7… He keeps struggling and is now getting angry8…. 9…. He lets out a roar and uses all his strength to break the ropes he goes to get up but….10!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING DING DING Announcer: YOUR WINNER…….DIAVOLO!! Irie is extremely pissed and he throws the ref from the ring. He turns to attack DiaVolo but he is ready and starts open firing with chair shots to the head sending Irie over the top rope and out of the ring. DiaVolo falls to the ground gripping his side as Raven runs in with a towel to wipe up the blood. Before DiaVolo can get to his feet or Irie can get back in the ring, Gregorian Monk Chants come onto the loud speaker.Eddie: Is that?! Maxwell: It's JJB!!! The monks are slowly walking with candles, DiaVolo has a very odd look on his face.Monks (In Latin): Prepare prepare the weakened feast, send this man to our almighty beast! The monks put the candles on the ground in a circle, the lights flicker for a minute then out of nowhere JJB rises from the ground.Eddie: What's going on here? Two men come out with books in their hands they slowly walk to JJB nodding slightly at him.Maxwell: Who are these guys? JJB: These are the two men who have retooled me into a better man and a bett.............. One of them interruptsProphet 1: Speak only when spoken to!! JJB: Yes my lord! The Prophets approach Irie and Irie drops to his knees. The Prophets began to talk in unison.Prophets: You have failed us Irie. You told us you were the definition of evil. You told us that your history with DiaVolo would allow you to defeat him and force him out of ACW. You could not do that simple task. Now you will receive the fate that the Dark Lord decides for you. Smoke fills the area around Irie and when it clears he is gone.Prophet 2: In the beginning there were two people in this earth, they loved one another until they turned their backs on the Dark Lord. Prophet 1: You, DiaVolo, irk me, you see you look like a decent person, but in our eyes and in the lords eyes you are nothing but glass in our furnace called life. We want you to join us and together we will rule ACW with a fist made of metal and pain. Prophet 2: We're giving you one week to respond, if you don't you will unleash the devil and you will be consumed by fire!!!! The Prophets leave with the monks slowly, JJB stays near ringside walking backwards. JJB then lifts his arms up and fire surrounds the outside of the ring. JJB smiles evilly and leaves.*Scene fades*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:54:50 GMT -5
Segment: VorteX (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Jake: Vortex. What to say about Vortex?
Now the scene takes us to clichéd dark room. The place doesn’t matter its what Jake is going to say that matters. And Jake also couldn’t think of a place to go.
Jake: You little punk. Who the fuck do you think you are? Demanding a title shot from me. Going behind the Commissioner’s back to get another shot. Why? Just because you pinned Hunter? What a way to get an ego, huh? Listen here you little shit. You should be GREATFUL to be in the same ring as me and to be in the same ring as Dan White. Two veterans of ACW. Sure, one is a little washed up, but a legend nonetheless. And you don’t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as us. You are here because I used some shady tactics to win our previous match. And this time around, the result will be the same. You have no chance. You never did.
There isn’t anything left to say.
End Segment
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:57:05 GMT -5
Segment: “Dear Facist Bully-Boy” (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo laid back on the floor of his dressing room, the taste of his own blood still fresh in the corners of his mouth, and stared blankly at the bright light that shown above him. He was just moments out of his match and his noggin was still a bit rattled, but he was conscious and functional. His blond curls lay strayed across the cool linoleum floor and his arms stretched out as far apart as they could. The green and crème checkered tiles made his body tingle as he almost blissfully closed his eyes and felt the artificial light beam down on him as if it were the sun.
The coolness of the floor made the hairs on his arms and back stand on end, but had a special sentimental feeling to them, if anything. As a child, Adrian would develop a virus every year where he would spend around 13 hours running in and out of the bathroom to vomit. Since most of the time it was at night and in the morning, he used to make a makeshift bed in the bathroom floor so he wouldn’t have far to go if he had to puke. He would return to his makeshift bathroom bed when he grew older and learned the consequences of heavy drinking.
You could say the cold linoleum was like a security blanket for Mr. Flamingo. It was always there when he needed it, it always made him feel better, and it helped him clear his mind. Truth of the matter was that he needed his mind as clear as he possibly could get it. The freedom of opening yourself up also overwhelms you with tons of thoughts, previously unknown information, and it makes it incredibly difficult to pick just one way to approach thing. Adrian would like to compare it to being a kid locked inside of a candy store and there were no cameras to monitor him. He could have whatever he wanted, but he just couldn’t pick where to start… which was possibly why he laid on the floor, bleeding from the mouth.
He, in a moment of spontaneity, decided that he would pick a fight with the Senatorial Stable, a group that was considered to contain the elite of ACW. Adrian had grown very accustomed to that belief that you should beat the hell out of the toughest guy you can find in your first day of prison – and that’s exactly what he did. A month ago, guys like Hunter and Senator didn’t have a clue who he was… but now? Adrian had a pinfall victory over Hunter and FSX, and Senator mentioned his name in a recent backstage interview. If that wasn’t process, he didn’t know what was.
Was he doing it all for attention? Who knew in all honesty? Not even Adrian quite knew what the next step was, and that’s what made it that much more exciting. Was it Robert Burns who said that “the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a’glay?” That was the truth, and there was absolutely no refuting it. It’s so easy for a plan to go wrong since you plan it to the most minuet detail, but if you’re just winging it, the possibilities were endless. For all Adrian knew, he could very well die in his match with Scott Andrews, but he didn’t care to talk abut it.
For now, Adrian had himself and his cold floor to concentrate on. He didn’t do a lot of nice things to Scott Andrews earlier that night, and he wasn’t particularly fond of it. The whole deals was more or less a message to the self-proclaimed Vigilante that he wasn’t scared of a dog collar match or hand to hand combat. The truth of the matter is that he full planned on watching Scott Andrews approach his family after Sunday and know that he was responsible for the horrors they would see when they looked into Scott’s face. Was he heartless? Yes. You could go as far to say that he was godless.
In ACW, a world of cliques, stables, and friendships based on respect, Adrian was truly alone. You never saw him chatting it up at the water cooler, rallying the troops backstage, or any of that other malarkey. He sat by himself, he traveled by himself, he dressed by himself, and if you ever saw him communicating with anyone, it wasn’t his style to be frank. So, while others chatted up and anxiously awaited the arrival of Heatwave, Adrian Flamingo laid on the floor while violent images flashed before his eyes.
At Heatwave, Scott Andrews was going to pay. For what? Hell, Adrian didn’t even know anymore… and he preferred it that way.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:57:51 GMT -5
Segment: A Choice (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drops of blood are splattering on the floor as Yoko rushes into her bathroom. It’s another random nosebleed.
As she wipes her nose with toilet paper, a hand reaches around from behind and snags the paper, pressing it firmly against Yoko’s nose, why another hand gently wraps around Yoko’s waist, caressing her.
??: Don’t wipe yet, you always do that. Apply pressure and relax.
The motions of the hand on her stomach are indeed relaxing her.
Yoko: You’re always so good at that, Sarin.
Yoko seems to have forgotten the recent weeks with but a touch…But then it all comes back to her in a flash. In an angry panic, she throws an elbow straight back, which Sarin blocks and uses to push Yoko away a few feet.
Sarin: You tried to hit me!
Yoko: I told you I would if I saw you again!
Sarin: I was trying to help!
Yoko: I’m a big girl, I can handle my own nosebleeds. Now get out of my sight.
Sarin: You moved it, didn’t you?
Yoko: What?
Sarin: That beastly relic or yours. You took it out of storage. I know, because I was just told. We share storage.
Yoko: So what if I did? It’s mine, I can move it.
Sarin: Please don’t do what I think you’re considering, Yoko. You don’t have to please them, they’re not your friends.
Yoko: They’re the only friends I have.
Sarin: I’m your friend, Yoko. Just because we broke up doesn’t mean our connection is gone. I can still help your nosebleeds as we just saw.
Yoko: Do you REALLY think we can still be friends after what you did?
Sarin: Yes. Yes I do, if you let me be your friend. Yoko, those people are using you. It’s just like Pain Inc, don’t you see that?
Yoko: Pain Inc wasn’t so bad.
Sarin: Do you hear yourself talking? Your life nearly ended due to them.
Yoko: And my life DID end due to you. I’m fixing it now.
Sarin: We can fix it together, Yoko, as friends. Just…please don’t do anything crazy tonight, ok? Please? You’re stronger than this, I know it. Don’t let me down.
Yoko: I…I’d like…I do want to be friends. I think I trust you.
Yoko grabs Sarin by the hands and walks her to the door. Without warning, she presses her lips against Sarin’s, shocking her.
Yoko: I just needed that one more time. I really will think about what you’ve said tonight, I promise.
Before Sarin can respond, Yoko closes the door on her.
Yoko: I’m so confused…ugh.
She pulls on her hair in frustration.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:58:49 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW Entertainment Championship Ricky Falco vs Jonny Spade (Credit: Freeman)
Phillip:The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the ACW Entertainment Championship. Entering the ring first, at a weight of 235 pounds, he hails from Chicago, Illinois…Ricky Falcon!
“Animal”, by Mudmen, hits the speakers, and the fans boo, as Ricky Falcon comes through the curtain, holding his title up for everybody to see. He walks down to the ring, confidently. He will do anything to keep this title. He enters the ring, and awaits his opponent, focused.
Phillip: And the challenger…he weighs in at 255 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…Jonny Spade!
The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as The End has Come By Ben Moody hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket and then once the lights come back on, Jonny walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle to pose for the fans and then turns and hops back down and waits for the opponent so the match can begin
Ricky Falcon and Jonny Spade stand at opposite corners of the ring, both waiting for the other to make the first move. Falcon has the most to lose in this match, as if he loses, he loses his coveted Entertainment Champion. Jonny is obviously eager to win the title himself, having won it twice, and obviously looking to make it three. Falcon and Jonny both move towards each other slowly, and Jonny breaks forward making the first move! Jonny explodes with punches to the face of Ricky Falcon, trying to get as many shots in as possible, taking Falcon by surprise. A few good shots are landed, but then Falcon manages to get some in as well. The two men punch at each other, until Falcon manages to duck and get behind Jonny. Falcon tries for a back suplex, but Jonny isn’t going to be lifted up so easily. He manages to get out of Falcon’s grip, and as Falcon tries to hit something else, Jonny manages to nail a dropkick! Falcon hits the ground, and Jonny dives on top with a quick pin, but Falcon kicks out before one. Jonny stands up and waits for Falcon to stand, and as soon as he does, Jonny bounces off of the ropes, and runs forward. Falcon charges forward as well however, and nails Jonny with a heavy clothesline. Jonny hits the ground, and Falcon pins, but Jonny kicks out before one as well.
Both men stand up again. The match started at a relatively quick pace, and you have to wonder who that will suit more. As Jonny approaches again, Falcon manages to lock in a headlock. He keeps it in for a few seconds, until Jonny tries to lift him up for a back suplex. In an amazing move, however, Falcon manages to twist a bit, while he’s being lifted, and nail Jonny in the face with a knee, making Jonny drop him forward. Falcon lands on his feet, and then gets the stunned Jonny up for a vertical suplex, before nailing it. Jonny hits the ground, and Falcon bounces off the ropes, and jumps, hitting a knee drop. Falcon begins to pull Jonny to his feet, but Jonny pushes Falcon’s arms away. Falcon is quick however. He nails Jonny with a toe kick, and when Jonny bends over. Falcon hits him hard with a DDT. It seems that Falcon has taken control of the match. He takes a few seconds to pose, before going back to the down Jonny. Jonny doesn’t seem to be moving, so Falcon tries to lock in a boston crab. Jonny begins to fight him off however, and Falcon can’t get him turned over. Then, Jonny kicks his legs forward, causing Falcon to turn and ram into the turnbuckle. He bounces back, and Jonny leans up and hits a schoolboy rollup. 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out, just in time. Falcon seems surprised, and he gets up to his feet. Jonny is a bit weak, but he gets up as well. Falcon all of a sudden, charges forward, hoping to get Jonny back down, but Jonny doesn’t want to lose the momentum he just started to get. Jonny quickly manages to duck and hit Falcon with a spinebuster! Falcon hits the ground hard, and Jonny leans against the ropes for a second, getting his breath, now evening up the match. Falcon gets onto one knee, and now Spade begins to take advantage of Falcon, who is a bit stunned. Jonny charges to him, and begins to nail him with punches to the face, as Falcon tries to get to a standing base. Falcon goes for a punch, but Jonny hits a hard right, making Falcon lean back into the turnbuckle. Quickly, Jonny goes to the opposite turnbuckle, and then charges forward, hitting Falcon with a clothesline into the turnbuckle. Falcon wobbles forward, and Jonny gets behind him, hitting the Killswitch. Jonny goes for the pin… 1 . . . Kick out! Jonny was able to retake the momentum, and he decides that he better try to get as many big moves in as possible, since Falcon still seems to be a bit stunned by Jonny’s sudden offense. Jonny lifts Falcon up, and puts him in position for a powerbomb, but all of a sudden, in a quick move, Falcon lifts Jonny up, and quickly hits an Alabama slam type maneuver into the turnbuckle, Jonny bounces off, and as he falls, Falcon grabs him and hits the Pancake Driver! Although the fans boo, they can’t help but be impressed by Falcon’s quick recovery. Falcon is winded, and is unable to go for the pin right away, but Jonny seems out, taken completely by surprise. The momentum that Jonny had is killed, but since Falcon is weak, it is hard to set up momentum of his own. He looks to go for the pin, but it had taken him too long to recover from the energy it took to pull off that shift of momentum. He decides to just wait for Jonny to rise, so he can continue the punishment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:59:24 GMT -5
Falcon moves back a little bit, waiting for Jonny to get to his feet. Jonny grabs the ropes, and pulls himself up. That’s when Falcon strikes. He charges forward, but Jonny was given too much time. He manages to duck, and use Falcon’s momentum, to flip him over the ropes. Falcon doesn’t let go of the ropes, trying to stop himself from falling out of the ring, and as a result he ends up falling onto the apron. He quickly spins around just as Jonny is going for a punch. Falcon sees it coming just in time, and manages to dodge it. Falcon hits a hard forearm to Jonny, causing Jonny to fall backwards. Jonny gets to his feet, and Falcon jumps for a springboard dropkick, but Jonny runs out of the way. Falcon lands hard right in the middle of the ring. Jonny quickly climbs the turnbuckle, and jumps for a double knee, but Falcon rolls! Now, Jonny hits the mat hard! Falcon gets to his feet, panting, and as soon as Jonny gets up he walks forward, and attempts to hit a german suplex. Jonny however, quickly spins around, and before Falcon knows it, he’s hit by the S-Drop #3! (Rock Bottom to Backbreaker)! Jonny goes for the pin to deafening cheers. 1 . . . 2 . . . KICK OUT! Falcon just manages to get out. Jonny looks disappointed, but backs up into a corner, setting up Ricky Falcon for a spear. Falcon gets up, and Jonny charges forward, but in a brilliant move, Falcon runs forward as well, jumps and hits a brilliant double knee right to the head of the charging Jonny! Jonny hits the ground hard, the crowd “ooh”s at the impact as a crack sounds out, and Falcon lands on the ground, panting once again, but after another brilliant counter, may have a chance to capitalize. He rolls Jonny over, hoping to get the pin. It’s possible that Jonny could be unconscious. It was a hard shot… ONE . . . TWO . . . THR-NO! At the LAST SECOND, Jonny gets the shoulder up. The referee looks like he doesn’t know whether Jonny made it or not, but he judges that the match will continue! Falcon looks enraged. He nailed that shot in, and he was sure he had knocked Jonny out. But no, Jonny is still in this thing. In any case, he is weak. Falcon is going to capitalize on that. Jonny is lying motionless, so Falcon gets a little cocky. He runs back to the ropes, runs forward, dances, motions his arm like he’s bowling, while shouting “BOWLIN’” and then hitting a leg drop on top of Spade. Falcon begins to stomp on the head of Spade. It is then, that Falcon decides that he is going to end it now. He looks up to the turnbuckle, and back down at Spade, before beginning to slowly climb! The fans know what’s coming, and it seems Falcon is going to hit a moonsault leg drop! He takes the time on the turnbuckle to pose, but what he doesn’t see is that Jonny is beginning to get to his feet. Jonny is groggy, but he wants that title, and he has to use every ounce of energy now, to put Falcon away quickly! Falcon is just about ready to jump, when Jonny manages to jump to the second rope, and release german suplex Falcon off of the turnbuckle! The fans go crazy with cheers, as both men are out now. Jonny was already damaged, and he seems to have taken everything out of him now. Falcon took a hard fall, landing right on his stomach after flipping over, and he is hurt as well. The ref begins the count. ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE . . . FOUR . . . FIVE
Falcon begins to roll over towards the ropes, Jonny begins to stir as well. . . . SIX . . . SEVEN . . . Falcon grabs the ropes, and begins to pull himself up. Jonny begins to try to get onto his knees. . . . EIGHT . . . NINE . . . Falcon finally manages to push himself to his feet, as Jonny manages to get up as well. The fans cheer because the match is going to continue, and Falcon and Jonny groggily advance towards each other. As Falcon goes for some kind of punch, Jonny scoops him up for the Silver Spade! The fans go wild, but Falcon manages to slip out of his grasp, and scoop Jonny up for the Falcon’s Fury! Luckily, Jonny is able to get enough momentum to flip clean over Falcon’s head, and land on his feet behind him. Jonny then quickly manages to get Falcon in pumphandle position, and hit the pumphandle schwein! The fans go crazy, Jonny might have it! The ref counts… ONE . . . TWO . . . KICK OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! Falcon JUST managed to escape the move. Jonny now begins to lose a bit of control. He was sure he was the Entertainment Champion again there, but Falcon managed to kick out. Jonny sighs, and backs up, regaining his energy. Falcon manages to get up in the turnbuckle and lean on it, so Jonny decides his turn to attack, when all of a sudden Falcon shoots out the FALCON PUNCH! But wait, Jonny just managed to dodge it, getting to the side, Jonny tries to hit the S-Drop #5, but Falcon gets out of it. Jonny moves forward, and out of NOWHERE, Falcon hits a chokeslam to backbreaker! Obviously Falcon really wants to hold onto his title, as he is putting a lot of effort into this match. He manages to roll Jonny over slowly, (as he was lying on his stomach), and go into a pin…. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3-NO! Jonny got his foot on the ropes! The fans are all on their feet now. This match is competitive, and close, and neither man wants to give in. It has to be coming to a close though, because both men MUST be close to their limit. Falcon can’t control his anger as well as Jonny could, and as soon as he gets to his feet he goes to yell at the ref! Of course, the ref insists that it was two, but Falcon doesn’t believe it. He refuses to stop arguing, and unfortunately, it costs him. Jonny begins to get to his feet, slowly, but surely, and while Falcon probably could have easily put him back down had he been watching, he is distracted, and so Jonny gets up to his feet. He slowly approaches Falcon, and as Falcon finally turns, Jonny is ready. He gets Falcon up into Fireman’s Carry position, and hits the S-Drop #2! (Fireman’s Carry to backbreaker). He instantly drops down, and hooks the leg… 1 . . . 2 . . .
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 14:59:52 GMT -5
No. Falcon kicked out. Jonny isn’t angry though. He is ready. He is sure that he is about to win the title. Falcon gets up, and Jonny waits. He nods his head, focused, he is going to put Falcon away eventually, no matter how many big moves he has to pull out. Falcon is weak, and so Jonny advances forward, and lifts Falcon up! He hits the S-Drop #1 (Canadian Backbreaker to Backbreaker) and once again, Falcon hits the ground. Jonny once again goes for the pin, and the ref counts. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3-NO. This time it’s Falcon’s turn to get his foot on the ropes. Jonny stands up once again. Once again, he isn’t angry. It doesn’t matter. He is going to put him away. One more big move. Jonny waits once again, for Falcon to get to his feet, which takes a while, and then Jonny gets behind him, and grabs him in a back suplex position, while walking forward. He puts Falcon on the turnbuckle, and climbs onto the apron. He begins to climb up the turnbuckle, ready. He will be the Entertainment Champion. He turns around, and grabs Falcon’s head, facing the same way as him, ready to flip backwards into the Avalanche Shinarui, and the fans go wild. They can’t wait to see Jonny pull it off. Jonny jumps, flipping backwards, and if this wasn’t a title match it might have worked. But Falcon is determined to keep the title at all costs, and obviously sensing that he’s in danger, he gets one last rush of energy. As Jonny flips backwards, Falcon stands up and grabs him, while jumping backwards! Jonny basically put himself in position for the Falcon’s Fury! Falcon NAILS the Falcon’s Fury off the top rope, and the fans, while disappointed, can’t help but get on their feet after that amazing move. Falcon is out as well for a second, but he manages to get his energy together. All he needs to keep his title is pin, and that motivates him to quickly get the cover, using his last bit of energy in his body to hook the leg… 1 . . . 2 . . . 3. It’s over.
“Animal” by Mudmen, hits the speakers, as Falcon lies over Jonny’s body, unable to move. All of his energy is drained. The referee comes and hands Falcon his title however, and Falcon manages to grab it. He slowly moves to the ropes, and manages to get to his feet somehow, leaning on the ropes to support him. He holds his title up, and allows the ref to raise his arm.
Phillip:Here is your winner, and STILL the Entertainment Champion…Ricky Falcon!
Falcon grins, and breathes heavily as he managed to finally put Jonny away. Jonny himself is knocked out cold, but he put all he could into the match. Both men did. The fans aren’t happy with the outcome, but they have to respect both men, and both athletes get a standing ovation for their efforts, as the show fades to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:00:55 GMT -5
Segment: Hey, You're not supposed to be here! (Credit: Latino)
As the last match just finished, the camera cut to the outside of the arena. The air is cool and the mood is tight as everyone around the arena has been under strict orders to report any type of “sightings” tonight. Two security guards are shown patrolling one of the many arena entrances as the audience listens in on their continuing conversation.
Security Guard 1: ….I hear t-t-that he got fired or something and now he can't be on ACW property at all.
Security Guard 2: Oh yea? I hear that he comes from the dark and scares the shyte out of you!
Security Guard 1: Shyte? What the hel-
A series of stumbled footsteps are quickly heard and a loud voice breaks cuts off both men. They both stare off camera in a few seconds of wonder of who this could be. Both guards look shocked as they each take a few steps back.
??: Hey! Hey! Hey! ...........HEY! IIIIII hear..........that he's right here. Yaaaay!
The camera now zooms back to reveal that it is none other than the Hispanic wrestler, Latino. This time though his look is much different than Latino’s clean cut style. His face clearly hasn’t been shaved in days and his clothes are much to be imagined. Fans haven't seen Latino like this in over a year or so. He staggers back with both arms raised up as if he’s in a victory celebration. After a few seconds he leans forward letting his arms drop. He looks at both men with a look of anger as a few seconds of silence now enter the atmosphere.
Latino: Yea....that's right I said it! Neyah.
Latino stumbles back with a six-pack of beer in one hand and a half-empty bottle in the other. The smell coming off of him is clear to be alcohol as it seems Latino has hit the bottle hard the past few days. It's hard for the guards not to recognize him as they quickly move for the former ACW wrestler. They both grab an arm but Latino doesn't hesitate to push them away. He stumbles back against the wall from the brief altercation and then points at both men in a small fit of rage.
Latino: Whoa, whoa..........don't touch me! I............STAND ALONE!
Latino throws the bottle down against the pavement as the glass explodes against it. He takes another glass and immediately starts chugging on it. One guard makes a quick move but Latino quickly spits in his face.
Latino: YOU'RE NOT COOL! ......but you, you, you........
The former champion puts his right arm around the only standing guard that has no idea what in the hell is going on anymore. The former wrestler leans against the guard as he now drops the six-pack and then starts looking at the guard with a perplexed look on his face. Seconds later tears run down his cheeks as Latino makes a “revelation.”
Latino: .....you owe me ten dolllllllars.......dolla, dolla bill yo. What happened chico? Huh?
Security Guard 2: Uhhh....I think I need some backup.
Latino: What!?! I thought we were friends? After everything we've been through..........no, no you know what.
Latino throws the security guard into the wall head first. He leans back in his worse “Smooth Criminal” with alcohol running through his system. Latino then picks up his beer in a short stumble. As the guards slowly move around Latino walks towards the entrance of the building for tonight's pay per view as he yells out...........
Latino: Honey...........I'm home! Aye dios si.
* fade to black *
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:03:37 GMT -5
Segment: This segment has no name (Credit: Zero) The place: Heatwave. The Time: Who Knows. The Character: Jay Zero.
We find ourselves backstage here at Heatwave, in the Entourage locker room it looks like. Back and forth, Jay Zero paces, going through every little thing imaginable upon his head. He inhales the cool air-conditioned air, and exhales slowly, letting all the negative energy out of his system. He looks over at the camera and sighs, taking in one more deep breath before he’s ready to talk. [/center] Zero: I know you’ve all heard the news…Heard the propaganda spreading around town. “ Oooh, Jay’s Zero facing HER? He might as well forfeit now, that nobody doesn’t stand a chance.”
Well I’m---I’m not taking it anymore. This ENTIRE WEEK, I’ve gone through the masses! I’ve gone through the media and everywhere I go, I can’t escape those SELFISH, ARROGENT WORDS…. “You know you can’t do it, right?” [/color] As he continues pacing, it appears as if any second now he’s just going to snap. [/center] Zero: But you know what? I’ve learned that everybody has fallen into it….everybody’s absorbed in the fact; that Yoko Satoshi is unstoppable.
Now, I’ve learned to tune out those ignorant people, constantly telling me that I am going to lose, but what I can’t ignore is what Yoko Satoshi REALLY is. Ladies and gentlemen, the one you call “The Flower of Carnage”, “Yokoberg”, whatever! Etcetera, etcetera….That lesbian that you all believe is invisible, is nothing---but hype. [/color] He stares directly into the camera. [/center] Zero: For the past 3 years or so—Yoko has been nothing but hype and you all know it! She’s been built up to the point where everyone is absorbed into it. It’s like some kind of lie that you’re entire life has been based around where you are so absorbed into it, you make it look like normal life.
For the past two years that Yoko’s been undefeated, the fans have been blind to this, the media has been blind to this, and even the wrestlers that Yoko face have been blind to this. This hype makes Yoko believe she IS unstoppable, and puts that same mindset into her opponents. They think that they know they won’t win—but with that mindset, they never, ever will!
Now tonight Yoko Satoshi you’re about to come to a very, very crude awakening. Because unlike all those other morons that haven’t come close to ending the streak----I’m not in the mindset of Yoko Satoshi’s hype. I’m not a believer, Yoko.
I know that my doctors have constantly told me not to wrestle and to take a short break, but hey, I feel fine! And I KNOW that I’ll come closer than anybody else to doing the unthinkable!
Tonight, the streak comes to a screeching halt.
Tonight, Yoko Satoshi feels the pain of a loss.
Tonight, the HYPE IS OVER!
Tonight…….Yoko Satoshi----Welcome to Club Zero. [/color] Jay takes a deep breath from all the talking and statements he’s made clear to the public right now as he continues to smile into the camera with a giant grin on joy on his face.
Is tonight Jay’s night? Can he possibly end the impressive streak of Yoko Satoshi? Or---even come close for that matter? Stick around and find out…… We fade out…..[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:04:15 GMT -5
Segment: One more thing I have to get off my chest (Credit: Hitman) As we cut to the back, we see XS3 crouched down in the hallways. He rests his head in his clenched fists, almost as if he was praying for forgiveness or understanding for his actions. XS3 wears his ring attire and a black Shadows Fall t-shirt, once again keeping up with his tradition of wearing his favorite band shirts. Just then, the sound of idiotic laughter can be heard. XS3 slowly brings his head up and sees none other than Ken Williams and Jason Daniels. So much has changed since these two were last seen…As seen in the picture above, the two are dressed in snazzy suits, their hair is actually pretty neat and Jason has been growing a small mustache. Sunglasses shroud their eyes as XS3 sees Ken holding a microphone. The Canadian native growls under his breath; do these two dipsticks want an interview or something? XS3 stands to his full 6'6" base and look down at Ken and Jason.XS3: "Sigh… let me guess… Charlotte and Kevin are busy and Rich Marlowe is nowhere to be seen."Idiotic laughter escapes from the mouths of the two nitwits.Jason: "Uhhh, are you, like, a psychic or something?" Ken: "Um, heh, I bet that, um, he can see through women's dresses!" Jason: "Uh-huh-huh-huh! That would rule!" XS3 sighs, annoyed at these two already after being with them for a mere ten seconds. Finally, Ken stops laughing and remembers what he was supposed to do.Ken: "So, um, yeah, Ginger told me to interview you. Heh-heh-heh." An awkward pause then occurs, broken only by a couple of idiotic laughs, before XS3 shrugs and leans against a crate.XS3: "Meh, might as well."Ken and Jason look at each other and nod, all the while laughing like buffoons. Ken then motions for a cameraman to come forward, which he does. Ken then looks to the camera.Ken: "Um, heh, I'm interviewing XS3 at the moment. So, um, XS3, um, heh, how are you going to, um, heh, kick Fallen Souls' ass?" Ken brings the microphone up to XS3's mouth. XS3, looking as humble as ever, shrugs his shoulders.XS3: "There isn't much I have to say about Fallen tonight. I believe that my promos over the past couple of weeks have confirmed what is right about Fallen and if I were to repeat it again tonight, I'd just be beating these people over the head. But there is one thing I forgot to add to the facts: Fallen Souls, you and your stable walk around, thinking you have a right to tell us what to do. Wake up and smell the coffee. None of you guys are gods. You and your friend Hunter walk around with your heads held high, thinking you have some nerve telling people how to think, what kind of music to listen to and how to wrestle. I, for one, am sick of it and I'm pretty sure there's a good portion of the people who I don't care about that agree with what I think of you guys."XS3 then peels his Shadows Fall shirt off, revealing his physique. The shirt is then handed to Jason, who looks at the band logo and starts rocking out for no reason.XS3: "So Fallen. Here is what I am going to do tonight. I am going to go out to that ring and wrestle my ass off to prove that I am no slouch in the ring. And win or lose, I will be done with you after tonight. I don't give a fuck if you want to add anything else to this little feud. It's over after tonight and I will be so glad to have moved on from wrestling a piece of arrogant shit like you."Ken brings the microphone back to him and prepares to speak once more. Jason suddenly snatches it from him and holds his hand out, blocking Ken from attacking him.Jason: "Uhhh, I hope you kick Fallen Souls' ass." XS3 cocks his head to one side.XS3: "Why's that?"Jason: "Cause like, uhhh, he sucks and stuff. Uhhh-huh-huh-huh. Someone needs to kick his ass. Uhhh-huh-huh-huh." Ken pauses from attacking Jason and grins.Ken: "Yeah, you should beat him… and then kick his ass! Heh-heh-heh." Even an act of stupidity like this has to make someone chuckle. XS3 was just the person to give them such a reaction. He split up the two from fighting and took the time to shook their hands.XS3: "Well, thank you for having some faith in my abilities. After all, someone had to. Regardless, Fallen Souls is going to find out the hard way what happens when you pour gasoline on the fire."XS3 then pats them both on the back. Unbeknownst to Ken and Jason though, their backs are now plastered with signs that read "JOBBER". They don't notice this as Ken starts shaking with delight.Ken: "Heh-heh-heh, FIRE! FIRE, FIRE, FIRE!" Jason: "Uhhh-huh-huh-huh. Settle down, Ken." Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:06:16 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs Yoko Satoshi (Credit: Zero / Yoko) The crowd is already pumped up tonight, already witnessing a great match up between two-time ACW World Champion, BK London and the ever-rising star, Thunderkiss. As we cut into the ACW arena after a backstage segment, the air seems somewhat calm however---y’know….that calm before the storm. That’s when it straight up hits you.
“Flower of Carnage” hits the public announcement system and Yoko Satoshi’s custom made video hits the Alphatron as the entire are on their feet, booing the nearly unstoppable “Yokoberg” as she makes her way out onto the Heatwave stage, into the spotlight. [/center] Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! First! Making her way to the ring, from Okinawa, Japan! She is still undefeated for over two years! The “Flower of Carnage”, Yokoooo SAAAATOOOOSHIIIII! Yoko is already walking down the ramp way, sporting that deadly croquet mallet over her right shoulder, smiling and glaring into the crowd that is booing her. She walks to the left side of the ring, stepping up the steel stairs and enter between the bottom and middle rope. Philip and the referee both back up as she swings her body around, flailing that mallet around. She faces one side of the crowd and lifts the mallet up in the air, then covering her mouth and giggling like a little schoolgirl with her left hand.
She walks over and just as she places the mallet on the outside of the ring, “Unbroken [Hotel Baby]” by Monster Magnet interrupts the heavy booing for Yoko Satoshi, and surprisingly, some people actually cheer for the underdog, Jay Zero whose about to make his way out. [/center] Philip: And her opponent! From Portland, Maine, weighing in at 195 pounds! Representing Entourage---Jay….ZEEROOOO! Yoko turns her attention over to the entrance way as the atmosphere shifts gear. The metallic blue lighting fills the arena, spotlights shining all around before all lights dim down and one blue spotlight shines down on Yoko Satoshi. Yoko giggles, finding it amusing and about 20 seconds pass by before another blue spot light shines down on the rampway, revealing Jay Zero holding up an old traditional Japanese lantern.
Seeing this, Yoko immediately goes from giggling to confused. Jay nods his head, continuing to hold up the lantern, mocking Yoko Satoshi. She walks over to the ropes and leans on them, looking utterly shocked at the daring attempt her opponent has just made. Jay begins down the entrance way, the spotlight following him and his opponent, Yoko Satoshi with every step that they take.
Not wanting to get in the ring right where Yoko is standing, he walks around the ring a bit before sliding in on the opposite end of the ring that Yoko is. He cautiously swings around, hopping onto the second rope of the turnbuckle and lifts the lantern up high. After many flashes from light bulbs from the photographers and cameras in the crowd, he hops off, handing the lantern to the referee and tells him to bring it to Yoko. [/center] McNally: Well then, this match is about to get underway—and if I didn’t know any better, it looks like Jay Zero’s trying to play some mind games with Yoko Satoshi!Edison: Oh yeah! I mean…the lantern? That’s Yoko’s trademark technique and it looks like Jay’s telling the ref to give it to her! McNally: Oh and Referee Joey Reynolds doesn’t look grateful at all to be the messenger in this situation… The ref slowly grabs the lantern, and looks at Jay with all the color flushed from his face. He looks over at Yoko and slowly makes his way over, putting it out for Yoko to grab as Jay smiles in the opposite corner of the ring. There’s a long delay as Yoko stares into Jay’s eyes. A few moments later, she grabs the lantern and throws it to the outside, while sprinting forward and diving on top of Jay Zero as the crowd flares up, ready to go. The referee signals for the opening bell as the house lights come back to life. [/center] Bell Rings As the match officially begins, referee Joey Reynolds looks like he’ll be having a hard time maintaining control in this match up as he just cautiously steers back from Yoko as she pounds her fists into Zero’s skull. However the momentum shifts to Jay as he rolls her over, pounding several unprotected forearm shots in. The two roll over several times attempting to get their own shots in, UFC style. Edison: If this match is going to last long at all, that referee needs to grab some control!They keep continuing to try and gain the upper hand, but to no avail. Yoko is the one to break it, getting a knee into Jay’s gut. She quickly rolls to her feet, stomping her foot into Jay’s gut. Going for another, Jay quickly grabs her leg, breaking the impact. He pulls himself up, still holding onto Yoko’s leg. Before allowing Yoko any time to plot, he spins her around, quickly locking in a cobra clutch, looking to catch Yoko off guard and tap. McNally: Whoa! Jay quickly locking in the Blinded Faith on Yoko! But—I don’t think that’s going to take down Yoko this early!He applies more and more pressure, trying to knock out the nearly invisible Yoko Satoshi. Obviously having another idea, Jay pumps himself up and throws Yoko back in a suplex with the clutch still applied, sending her crashing on her neck. Quickly, Jay covers. 1……2….Kick Out! The crowd “Ooh’s” as Jay looked to get that quick win. He pulls Yoko up whose holding her neck and wrenches her arm. He finishes the sequence with an elbow snap on her arm. Yoko stumbles forward and connects with a back elbow as Jay walks towards her. Taking the offense, Yoko knees Jay in the stomach and then whips him into the opposing ropes. Yoko sprints forward and dives, connecting with a flipping heel kick to the rebounding Jay Zero, sending him crashing to the mat, holding his forehead in pain. Yoko returns to a vertical base, pulling Jay up as well. After executing two forearm shots to the temple, Yoko Satoshi pushes Jay back and leaps up with a standing dropkick. It connects and sends Jay reeling back into the ropes. She sprints forward, looking to clothesline him over the top, but the bigger Jay Zero bends down and sends Yoko up into the air. She grabs the top rope, landing on the apron safely. Jay realizes this and jumps up, spinning and hitting a roundhouse kick, sending Yoko flying off the apron and onto the hard safety mats below. The crowd is still kind of split down the middle for Jay as half of them cheer and some boo. He poses as Yoko pulls herself up on the outside. Jay sprints against the ropes and runs right at Yoko, diving over the top rope with a flying plancha! Edison: Ah!
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