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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:06:49 GMT -5
Nearly 90 pounds heavier, gravity does its damage, crushing Yoko Satoshi upon landing. The excited crowd cheers as Referee Joey Reynolds runs right over to the ropes, in attempt to end this one.
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Yoko begins to pull herself up with help from the security barrier as the crash landing may have done a bigger effect on the body of Zero.
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Zero is now pushing himself back up off the floor. Unfortunately for him, Yoko delivers a running kick to his stomach while he’s on all fours, forcing him to roll away, winded. Yoko then slides back into the ring and retreats to the opposing side, perfectly content with a countout.
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Zero is aware of how far along the count is and is trying his hardest to get back into the ring. He manages to roll back in at the moment the referee is calling out nine.
Yoko approaches immediately before he gets up, but this time, he wards her off with a kick to the face while he’s laying there. He hops up while she’s stunned and starts kicking her in the midsection without pause. Around the fourth kick, she grabs his leg to stop the onslaught. He instantly reacts with an enziguiri, which she ducks, still holding his leg so that he falls to the mat. She reaches down and grabs his other leg, contorts them, and turns him over into a form of the Texas Cloverleaf, her Old Ball & Chain submission.
Before she can lock it in, Zero pulls free and scrambles away between her legs. He pushes himself up and turns around in time see Yoko had attempted to hold her grip and thus almost ended up going between her own legs. He leaps on her back and pulls her back down with a crucifix pin.
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The referee throws his arms up into the air displaying V signs on both hands, signifying it was a two count, not a three count. The shock nearly causes Zero to faint. Yoko would capitalize if it hadn’t shocked her just as much.
As Zero heads in to attack, he sees Yoko spin for her cheap shot to the groin. He doesn’t dodge, he can take it. But the kick misses its mark and hits him right in the stomach…perhaps it was the true mark. It’s prone position for the Flying Guillotine as Zero doubles over, and Yoko knows it and leaps gracefully into the air.
But when the back of her leg lands on his head, he doesn’t go down. He stands his ground, unbalancing Yoko, and rises up, leg still on his head. She ends up in semi Fireman’s Carry position, and Zero doesn’t hesitate to drop her with his finisher, Zero Darkness, no matter how sloppy the position. He covers.
1! . . . . 2! . . . Kickout. The unevenness of the setup dropped her on her shoulder rather than head. In a fit of frustration, he grabs her hair with both hands and gives a large yank, causing her to scream, and causing the referee to pull him away for a little yelling. When that’s over, he walks back to the fallen Yoko. As he bends down to pick her up, a yellow substance spews from her mouth, blinding him. She gets up as he clutches his eyes in pain, and kicks him in the stomach again. No Flying Guillotine this time, she’s uneasy about it. Instead, she pulls him into a double underhook. But instead of the usual positioning, his head is pulled to the side, under her arm. Yoko immediately drops with a Double Arm DDT.
A small but still fairly large percentage of the audience gasps rather than boo; the reference clicked in their heads. That wasn’t a normal double arm DDT, that was Alexandra Kaeser’s Mark of the Rose.
Without hesitation, Yoko runs toward the ropes, jumps, and comes back with a Quebrada onto Zero’s back. She stands and holds her hands up as if celebrating some unknown victory.
Again with the gasps; that wasn’t a normal Quebrada. Following the Mark of the Rose, it could only be Ridley’s Quebrada. The yellow poison mist from earlier dribbles down her chin in a sickening way as she lifts Zero back up.
Yoko sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip…or that was the intention. Zero took a lot of damage and knew he had to derail her or it’d be over very soon, so he immediately countered and whipped her instead. On her way back, he prepares to grab her, but stumbles in his attempt when she suddenly stops and runs at a ninety degree angle into the other ropes. She jumps and springboards back with her Kriss Kross kick, Michael Kross’ finisher The Redeemer.
However, Zero ducks it. While Yoko regains her footing the best she can, he pulls her back into his Blinded Faith cobra clutch. They struggle for a moment, but he keeps it locked in. She kicks backwards to no effect; Zero wears a sturdy cup. Without warning, he flips back, suplexing her and dropping her right on her head quite brutally. He pins.
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He slams the mat in frustration and slugs her right in the face, and pins again.
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He’s had enough. Zero grabs her leg and turns her for a surfboard stretch, likely into his Zero Chance submission. That’s when Yoko pushes herself up as if she were doing a pushup, and rolls forward, dragging Zero with her foot. He goes flying into the ropes as she bounces off the opposite ropes about a full second after he does.
He sees the leap, the leg, the flash of purple panties. He feels the back of her knee on his face. He feels his downward momentum. He feels the slam. He’ll remember the YKO forever.
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Philip: The winner by pinfall, Yoko Satoshi!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:08:41 GMT -5
Close. Very close. He came very close to ending the reign of terror, closer than anyone in a very long time. If he’d just DVD’d her correctly…No, he won’t beat himself up over it. Zero slowly stirs.
Meanwhile, Yoko has exited the ring and gone under the ring in search of something. She resurfaces with a very long leather sack with unknown contents. Everyone is afraid of what’s next, they have a pretty good idea. She slides it into the ring and then slides in herself. She unloosens the rope and opens the sack. Out comes the tree trimmer. The famed Masamune. She revs it up, instantly getting Zero’s attention. He holds his arms up, pleading for her to not do it.
She grins, thinking of Stark’s words, and edges the moving blade closer to Zero. She’ll make Stark proud.
But then…Sarin. She thinks of Sarin and what she said. She doesn’t have to do this to have friends...Sarin can help her. Right?
That’s when she sees Sarin standing at the entrance ramp with eyes that seem to say “Yoko, stop.”
A decision must be made.
Blood spews into the air as she jams Masamune into Zero’s side for a couple of seconds before removing it. Several personal trainers, security guards, and medics rush out to aid him, and to block off Yoko before she can do more harm.
Yoko exits the ring, staring at Sarin with a smirk. Sarin is covering her mouth and looks to be near tears.
The saw flinging droplets of blood all over Yoko, the yellow mist all over her chin, the evil in her eyes…That isn’t Yoko. That’s a monster.
Sarin turns and flees, it’s clear what decision Yoko has chosen. Yoko lowers the saw and turns it off, looking back at the ring. Zero is being patched up; the injury isn’t nearly as bad as intended. Yoko goes to nab her mallet and belts, and leaves.
End Match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:09:28 GMT -5
Segment: Nick Durden (Credit: Jake Cheng)
By far the weirdest place on the journey so far. And seeing as this is the last opponent, you start to worry how much for more free time Jake has to write all these segments. Speaking of Jake, still in his new office chair, is now spinning around in circles. It’s appropriate, I guess. No? A grown man shouldn’t spin in rolling chairs? Is it even not allowed in asylums? That’s what I thought. Jake’s chair sits still in a white padded room. Jake stops spinning to focus into the camera to begin his final opponent’s verbal beatdown.
Jake: Man, that’s fun. See, Durden, I don’t see what the big deal is. Why can’t you just admit you need to be here? We won’t judge you, we don’t know what kinds of things you went through during childhood. All we know is that they affected you greatly and you should be in this room. I even got you a little name plate to go on the door so Renix can come and visit you during visiting hours. And Alicia too.
Jake attempts to get up but he falls back down into the chair, still far to dizzy to stand up. Trying to hide his vulnerability, he resumes talking.
Jake: You honestly think that having Alicia watch tapes with you will help you win the match. She can’t do shit for you once the four of us are in that ring. Sure she can tell you that you have whatever it takes to win, but just because she says something, it doesn’t means its true. (OOC: We all know that’s not true, it just sounds good for segment purposes) Durden, buddy, it will be ok. It’s just one match. One loss isn’t going to kill you. It could send you here, but it won’t kill you. Alright? Good. Now let’s see...
Jake tries to stand up against. Nope, still to dizzy to make it across the room. Must find something else to say.
Jake: And yes, my will DID get me through those matches. But fortunately, I’m not going to need will or heart to get through this one. All I need is my wrestling talent. See none of my opponents have that, so it should be the only thing necessary. Durden, I’m sorry, you just won’t win this one.
This time Jake doesn’t try to get up. He just makes a motion to Stan and the pictures fades from the white padded room. Bring on the match.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:09:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Proof (Credit: Stark / Yoko)
Yellow mist, red blood, golden belts. The things that cover Yoko Satoshi after her match. In one hand is her croquet mallet, and in the other, Masamune, draped over her shoulder for support.
She’s headed back to her locker room to clean up. Along the way, she sees Starkweather standing against the wall with his arms crossed, in the corridor that her room belongs to. As Yoko passes him, she stops to look at him.
He nods at her, causing her to beam a smile at him. She’d hug him if her arms weren’t full.
Instead, she keeps smiling and nods back at him, moving on. Before she reaches her room, he speaks.
Stark: Stop carrying those worthless belts around, and don’t refer to that thing as Masamune ever again. Got it?
Yoko: Yes.
Stark: Great.
With that, he turns and heads off in the opposite direction.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:10:37 GMT -5
Segment: (OTA) Free At Last: Part 2 (Credit: Freeman/Thunderkiss) Saturday, July 28th, 2007. Some time during Seven Deadly Sins…
Over a week had passed, and still Freeman had yet to get his thoughts straight, as he hoped he would. He couldn’t help but admit it. He had failed in doing what he had tried to do. He had hoped to be ready by now…but he wasn’t. He was in no mental state to go back. He thought it would be easy. Restart. Bury the old thoughts. Go forward. It wasn’t as easy as it seemed. And Thunderkiss hadn’t helped much either. He kept playing their one-sided conversation from last Thursday in his mind. Once again, he heard Thunderkiss’s words echoing in his head…and there was no getting them out.
NO! Thunderkiss WANTED this reaction. He wanted Freeman to doubt his stable, and he wanted Freeman’s loyalty for his stable to crumble. But he wasn’t going to get what he wanted. Freeman couldn’t help but think however, that he hadn’t reacted so well to the first time Thunderkiss had said similar things, as demonstrated by what he said to his stable on Meltdown. He wasn’t sure that he could stop Thunderkiss from getting the reaction he wanted, no matter how many times he said otherwise.
Freeman was in the middle of watching Seven Deadly Sins…the hotel got PPV, luckily. He was looking at the screen yet not really watching it. He couldn’t help but notice the Lethal Lottery finals though. The way that even though they were on opposite teams, the Entourage had worked together. They had stuck together and prevailed. Just like when Freeman lost his title. The Entourage worked together. And they got the title. They won again…but no, he couldn’t think like that. Senatorial Stable worked together too…sometimes…but no, they didn’t. They couldn’t even decide on a leader…a spot which Freeman wasn’t even considered for….NO…he couldn’t keep thinking like this! Obviously he wasn’t going to be considered as a leader. He was new, as opposed to the other members of his stable, who had all had much more success than he had.
Freeman couldn’t help it…he had to watch it…he walked over to the TV, and inserted a tape into the VCR. Up came a video. Freeman had just lost his international title, and then all of a sudden, he was assaulted by Entourage…then Thunderkiss got the mic….
Thunderkiss *shouting in Freeman’s ear*: Where is your Stable Freeman?! Where are your friends?! I don’t see them?! You know why they aren’t here?! Because they could care less about YOU. Each and every one of them.
Freeman rewound the tape a bit, a glare on his face….
Because they could care less about YOU. Each and every one of them.
Freeman breathed heavily, once again rewinding the tape. One last time…
Because they could care less about YOU.
SMASH!
Freeman smashed the VCR with his fist in anger…and he calmed down as the TV went to static. Man, that was going to cost him a lot…and he went and sat back down on the bed, and shook his head…Yeah, he needed to rest…he lay back and sighed…hoping that tomorrow, his head would be clearer.
Ring! Ring!
Freeman groaned and sat up…who would be calling him? And why? Ah, who cared…he lay back down, knowing that it would stop…but there are few things more annoying than a phone ringing in your ear repeatedly. Especially when the caller calls back three times in a row…eventually Freeman couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up quickly, grabbed the phone, and yelled into it.
Freeman: WHAT??!!
A brief pause…
Thunderkiss: Is this how you welcome people into your home Freeman? You should be ashamed of yourself ....
Freeman groaned again. This was definitely not what he needed right now…
Freeman: …what do you want?
Thunderkiss: Ah, the direct approach. Perhaps some of me is finally rubbing off on you! Now quit being a rude little bitch and listen. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you around. Don’t tell me you’re still having “issues”....
Freeman: I’ve had…a lot of…things to deal with…now what do you want?
There’s a pause, as Thunderkiss seems to be amused on the other line…as Freeman waits impatiently, not sure why he isn’t hanging up right now.
Thunderkiss: I’d like to talk to you about our little conversation the other day. I am here to offer you the opportunity of a lifetime. It is time to release yourself of Phillips chain’s and be free of him - once and for all. Join us Freeman. Join the party. Everything you always wanted and deserve will be yours for the taking. Fame. Money. Power. Women. EVERYTHING. But most importantly, you will have a crew behind you ... and crew that will NEVER ditch you. A crew that will ALWAYS respect you ... and finally, a crew that is FOR LIFE.
There’s a pause. Freeman wants to say no. To just hang up and just close Thunderkiss out. But…at the same time…he is thinking. Joining Entourage…a group that sticks together…a group that WOULD care if he had a title match...a group…no…no…why is he even considering this? This is ridiculous…no.
Freeman: I...I…I don’t…
Thunderkiss: Drop the stuttering act Freeman! I can tell you want it. Why be loyal to the old man? What has he EVER done for you? Nothing! That’s what. Do you know WHY Phillips took you in? He did so to hold YOU down Jason, just like how he holds down the rest of them. Don’t be a fool Freeman, open your eyes and see!
Freeman: Look, TK, I don’t know if you get this, and you probably don’t care, but I’m not really doing so well right now. Look, I…
Thunderkiss *laughing*: I don’t think you understand Freeman. This is not an offer you say “no” too.... do you understand? You have one month from the time I hang up this phone. You answer incorrectly ... may Heaven help your soul.
*ClicK*
There is silence. Thunderkiss has hung up. Freeman slams the phone down hard, and then lies back down. He isn’t going to desert his stable…but would they even care? Freeman once again pushed the thought of Entourage out of his mind. He wasn’t going to join…and yet…once again, Thunderkiss’s words would not stop echoing in his head….
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Freeman continued to walk down the hallways. What a card there was tonight. A lot of interesting matches. Thunderkiss or BK would have a title shot…but which one? Freeman couldn’t help but be interested. After all, the world title would be his next goal would it not? The year started and he won the Entertainment Title. Next the International Title. It would make sense to follow up with the world title. And who was stopping him now? He had nobody’s shadow over him to prevent him from getting into his place any more. No limits. However, he couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t mind another International Title shot as well…oh, that’s right…the International Title. That title was being defended as well tonight, was it not? Freeman shrugged to his own thought. Who cared? Honestly, as he had said, the leader of the Senatorial Stable no longer had any bearing on Freeman.
Freeman grinned. He would skip that match. He would just not watch it. There was no reason to. Who cares who the International Champ is? If Freeman decided that he wanted the title, he would just face whoever the champion was, and he’d beat him. Either way, he’d be showing his stable. When he spit in Senator’s face…wow…he had been another person. It had meant so many things…there were so many reasons he did what he did. He had been at an intensity he could never remember reaching, but he knew that it was still in him. Ready to strike. He couldn’t help but wish that he could get another chance to confront Senator. It had reached Senator. The spitting. He had gotten a reaction, and Senator had gone insane on him. It felt great, despite the pain...Freeman thought once again to the spitting.
For one, he was spitting in Senator’s face. Senator himself. The guy who refused to trust Freeman, and refused to allow him any chances. For a whole month, Senator had been paranoid of him. Well, he had shown him in the end. Senator was old and senile, and probably should have been retired long ago. Freeman was young. He was talented. Why should Senator steal his spotlight? It was time for him to step down, and if he refused, than Freeman would have to shove him. He knew that it wasn’t over between him and Senator.
But that wasn’t all he was spitting on. Senator basically represents the Senatorial Stable. Whether he is the leader or not, he still represents it. Freeman had been in turn, spitting at the whole stable. Whether it was Hunter, with his blatant showing of disrespect, or just every single person who received a world title shot when Freeman did not. The stable held him down, and he showed them.
There was also the fact that for months, Freeman had felt like he was being looked down upon. Again, from his stable…but at the same time from basically everybody. By spitting in Senator’s face, Freeman was now saying “I’m looking down on YOU!” Freeman, was now being the one that shows the disrespect. However it looked to anybody else…Freeman, at least, for that moment, felt on top. Freeman walked down the hallway, and finally, he arrived at his locker room door. Finally his own locker room again…he opened the door, and walked inside.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:11:09 GMT -5
Match 6: Ultimate X Match XS3 vs Fallen Souls (Credit: XS3/FSX)
There are few things in life that are simple, yet even fewer problems that can be solved without war. Despite the fact that man is meant to be born innocent, only to be corrupted by the evil and hatred that has bred in this world, it appears to now consume us soon after birth. It manifests in our beings, and exploits our inner most desires...simply wanting us to achieve greatness at the cost of everyone and everything around us. However, today it is seen that those that have avoided initial corruption..can not avoid the war... This truly is the purpose of Heatwave this year after all, as even the most friendly of rivalries has become a battle for supremacy. The closest of allies have become the bitterest of enemies. Some, even, have made it their sole goal to battle for a cause many would find unworthy. That battle is coming up next, and it will be a great one. This all seemingly began when XS3 displayed jealousy to Fallen Souls, and openly mocked his ability. Fallen could of been the bigger man right then and there, but as the mocking persisted..he decided he'd rather kick ass then sit on his. The war of words persisted, though it quickly evolved into a physical encounter..much more personal than it should of been. Being that they fight for a living, the only way they could see this all coming to an end was in a match..and that's exactly what appears to be going down. XS3, the believed realist and incredibly talented performer...FSX, the believed....realist..and..incredibly..hmn..they sure do have alot in common. Anyway, ULTIMATE X IS UPON US!! Many are heard ecstatically cheering as the X is now being placed above the ring, hanging from what many could call the ropes of destiny. Soon, the battle that everyone in the sold-out arena has been waiting for will be upon us. Will Fallen Souls be able to prove that he deserves the respect he implies he deserves, or will XS3 prove that everyone should mock another untalented schmuck? We will find out soon enough, as Phillip is now making his way into the ring! Phillip: Ladies...Gentlemen...Esteemed members of the RING ANNOUNCERS ASSOCIATION!! Phillip appears to wink at a few confused members of the audience, before recomposing himself and continuing. Phillip: The following contest is an ULTIMATE X MATCH!! This is more along the lines of what the crowd wanted to here, as they are heard cheering quite loudly as Phillip motions up to the X hanging above the ring. It sure is impressive that ACW made the scaffold look uncluttered with the four-sided ring! Phillip: The rules of this match are quite simple. Anything is allowed, there is no disqualification. No count out. This match will only come to an end when one of the competitors has secured the X hanging overhead! There are a few more scattered cheers, before conversation takes over many in attendance. What will the X represent? Will it be FSX or XS3? Phillip: Let's get things underway!! Introducing first... A loud string of boos is quickly stringed together as "Constant Motion" by Dream Theater begins to play. Despite the fact that there is usually the odd supporter of XS3 in the crowd, it appears that tonight many would rather see him suffer for some of the things he's said recently. XS3 seems to care little about this, however, as he simply shakes his head as he makes his way onto the entrance ramp. Phillip: Hailing from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, CANADA. He is a member of the Entourage. Recently proclaiming himself 'The True X' of ACW, and 'Mr. Marmalade' of Vegas...he is EXXXXXXXXX ESSSSSSSSS THREEEEEEEEEE!
Despite a general confusion drifting through those in attendance over why exactly XS3 was being recognized at 'Mr. Marmalade', many were still sure to boo him quite thunderously as he made his way into the ring. As he slides in, he seems quick to run over and leap onto the second turnbuckle, simply surveying those in attendance, before briefly peering up at the X. A small smirk crosses his face for a moment, before he drops back into the ring and sighs, leaning back in his corner. The match hadn't even started yet, but there seemed to be this cool, confident aura around XS3. In his mind, he really couldn't lose. Phillip: ...And his opponent! There is a surprisingly long period of silence after Phillip says this, as many in attendance appear confused, before the lights fall dim. Phillip: Hmm..? Eerie. Anyway...Hailing from Seoul, South Korea. He is a member of the Senatorial Stable-- With that, 'Bel Air' by Malice Mizer finally began to play and everyone erupted in cheers, as the very pro-FSX crowd was finally blessed with his entrance theme. Only a moment later, Fallen Souls quickly made his way out onto the entrance ramp, his eyes never moving off XS3 as he looks quite irritated. Getting hit by a swift Shadow Step tended to be just the kind of thing that put him in a foul mood, and he must of still been in said mood since Warfare. Phillip: A man who many declare 'The TRUE X' of ACW, FALLLEN SOOOOOOOOOOOULS!! If only this had been an episode of Soul Train, everyone would of been happy..but instead there was a bitter taste of hatred and resentment in the air as Fallen quickly slid into the ring, stopping there at the ropes as he glared over at XS3. For his credit, however, XS3 seemed unfazed by the glance, simply shaking his head and smiling as Fallen slowly gazed up at the X. Exciting, isn't it? Soon, the battle for it would begin. Perhaps sooner then anyone could expect, as a moment after Phillip left the ring, XS3 suddenly ran forward and delivered a quick FLYING FOREARM SMASH!!! How menacing!! Fallen didn't see it coming at all, as he was still busy looking up at the X, and nearly flipped over the ropes and out of the ring from the impact. What happens next? Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:11:52 GMT -5
Even though the match has started only a few seconds ago, just looking at that flying forearm smash means one thing..THIS MEANS BUSINESS!! Why such a bold word used to explain it? XS3 nearly flew over the top rope just to hit the move. He had more control over his body, however, so the two men were simply tangled in the ropes. Still, this all will likely work out for the best. How so? The initial mind games and sizing up of the opponent has been thrown completely out the window. They had no need to assume the others first move. To predict a weakness in their plan. No, XS3 had simply decided he wanted to be in initial control, and that he wanted to teach Fallen a lesson. XS3, plain and simple, was going to beat some respect into the much smaller opponent. Lifting his form from the mat quite quickly, XS swiftly nailed a few more forearm smashes to the back of FSX's neck, apparently quite intent on keeping his opponent in a stunned state. It worked with authority, of course, as all Fallen could focus on was the pain to his neck. Such a discomfort and distraction allowed XS3 to seamlessly move into delivering spinning side kick. That's right, this match is basically like Street Fighter 2 thus far! XS3 continued to play the role of M. Bison, as he followed up his spin kick with a glowing fist to the face. Well, his hand wasn't glowing, but you get it. Shortly following this, he made a swift move to hit a double arm DDT!...Did Bison do that? Hmm..Perhaps this isn't Street Fighter after all... Suffice to say, XS3 was in complete control early on. The only time FSX managed to get up was to get thrown down with a kick or a clothesline. For someone trying to prove a point, this sure was embarrassing. For XS3 though, it was just plain old fun. After a few moments of simply tossing FSX around with various kicks and clotheslines, XS3 again seemed to stalk out and await for Fallen to return to his feet. It really wasn't a choice for him to just lie down and wait for more of a beating after all, though he did seem precariously as he lifted himself off the mat once again. XS3 simply scoffed as he did, slowly making his way behind Fallen and quickly moving to lock in a sleeper! He really had to bend down for it, but once it was locked, he had no problem torquing himself out and generally morphing the move into a blatant choke out.
This went on for a few moments as Fallen could simply be seen gagging and struggling with the maneuver, many in attendance quite negative on the immediate strategy of simply cutting off the air to his brain...but what could those in the crowd really do to stop XS3? The loud boos they let out constantly only seemed to make him die, and when they began to start a steady 'F-S-X' chant it didn't appear to help at all, as he only faded faster and faster. Before long, he was simply hanging there, nearly motionless in XS3's arms as he was still shook around for awhile. Simply pitiful how one-sided this contest had been so far. XS3 looked to be growing bored by the minute as he simply had FSX hung up and successfully choked out, loosening his grip as he had a good look at a section in the crowd, before beginning to position his weight to deliver the Sleeper hold SLAM! The only problem with this strategy was that Fallen had somewhat revived as the hold had been loosened, though he obviously had little clue of where he was, or what was going on. As feeling returned to his body, he must of simply been acting on instinct as he shot a foot back, swiftly nailing XS3's, how do you say, balls. Yup. A swift kick to the balls to save the day. XS seemed to be notably gagging and shaking as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, immediately releasing FSX and collapsing into the fetal position as thunderous cheers returned to the arena. Unfortunately, Fallen must of still not been quite aware of what was occurring, as he simply dropped to his knees and held his head, remaining there as he tried to regain his wits. For a somewhat insane individual, however, regaining your wits takes much longer, and the time allowed XS3 to recover. How unfortunate. Many seemed disappointed as Fallen finally realized what was going on. How did he realize it. XS3 had gotten up and stood behind him menacingly, shaking his head slowly. As Fallen stood, he had a look of confidence on his face. As Fallen turned, he had a look of bewilderment and fear on his face, as he turned directly a Northern Lights suplex.
What was so special about the suplex which usually led to a pin? Since XS3 was well aware that he couldn't win by a pin, he simply rolled to the side and pulled himself back to his feet, still holding Fallen in the position. The dazed Korean star had little means to defend as he was lifted up again, this time instead of being driven for another Northern Lights Suplex however..he was turned into a COMPLETE SHOT! Well, it looked more incomplete as it was delivered, though still highly effective. Fallen's body simply springed and bounced off the mat, leading Fallen to actually return to a standing position for a moment, where he turned to glance dazed at XS3, only to flop to the ground again. Nice. With a smirk on his face, XS seemed to realize that now was definitely the perfect time to go for the X!! But instead, he went to deliver more punishment to the FSX. Slowly dragging the helpless form to it's feet again, he whipped FSX into the ropes, turning his back to him as he came off the ropes. Why would he turn his back to him? So he could bend down and catch Fallen in the Torture Rack position. That sure was lucky. As everything seems to be falling into place for XS3, everything seems to be progressively falling apart for FSX. The man who seemed set to teach a lesson here has been on the defensive basically the entire match thus far, and it didn't appear likely to change anytime soon. Why not? As XS3 had Fallen in the torture rack position, he goal was simple. After giving a bit of a sadistic laugh, he quickly delivered a Burning Cradle, leaving FSX once again to be a convulsing mass on the mat. Such violent success. Such unflawed brilliance. XS couldn't help but be quite giddy with his dominance at this point, so much so that he seemed to have little worry rolling out of the ring.
What could he want outside of the ring, however? Last I checked, the wonderful X was hanging above it. Ohh..right..no disqualification..It was weapon time. He pulls out various things from under the ring, as he doesn't even appear to once look under it. No, he just reaches and pulls, reaches and pulls. He does this perhaps half a dozen times, before he had his proper tools before him. Two cheap tables, a Chair, a very larger ladder, and a bottle of vodka. The vodka appeared to be a surprise to him as well, as he simply stared at it before slowly tucking it away with the ring keeper for later. He'll need a drink to celebrate with, of course. With a confident smile, XS3 now makes his own trek around the ring, setting up the two tables at opposite sides of it, before slowly pushing the ladder and chair inside of it. After he was done getting out all of the hardware, and returned to reality, he realized that Fallen was slowly pulling himself up the turnbuckles. Pitiful. Did he really intend on going for the X already?It sure appeared to be so, as He was weakly reaching up to take hold of the Scaffold. This whole attempt was bound for failure though, as XS3 simply shook his head and slid back into the ring. He watched Fallen's desperate attempt to climb for a few moments before moving to pick up his chair. Time to break him open! Just like a pinata, except with no candy. Probably. As XS approached to slam the chair into Fallen's back, FSX suddenly turned and grinned, surprising XS3 for just long enough to dive off the top rope and nail a missile dropkick into the chair, driving it back into XS3's face. The crowd was stunned. XS3 was stunned. Even FSX was stunned that something he tried had finally worked as he let out a sigh of relief..perhaps this wasn't over after all.
Ah, and finally it appears that Fallen will have a turn as the man in control of the match. After nailing the missile dropkick, and generally launching XS3 back into the ropes, he was sure to be quick to his feet. There was a wide grin apparent on his face as he noticed the single move had managed to bust XS open, even if just a bit, as a small trickle of blood fell from his forehead. Soon after this, Fallen took a sprint toward XS3 and hit him with a Spin Wheel Kick as he returned to his feet, immediately knocking the man back on his ass. Not about to allow his opponent the opportunity to recuperate from the small opening he had been rewarded, he repeatedly hit him with stiff kicks as the man consistently sat up, trying to keep him lieing on his back as he nailed him again and again. It looked very effective at first, before XS3 finally rose an arm to block the kick, and effectively grab his foot. Startled by this, Fallen was unable to react when XS3 tripped him up, and quickly rolled back to his feet. Woah...was Fallen's advantage already gone? It appeared so, as XS3 was quick to nail a large boot to Fallen's head himself, a smile of satisfaction returning to his bloodied face as his foot cracked the smaller man's skull. The look of FSX falling in a heap of himself was even more satisfying and rewarding for XS3, as the large man grinned and walked over to the turnbuckle, climbing it slowly. he finally going for the X? It sure looked like it, as XS lept off the top turnbuckle and took a hold of one of the ropes, pulling himself across it as he dangled there, a smile on his face. As he neared the X, however, instead of reaching for it, he simply hung there and waited. What was there to wait for, though? Victory was in his grasp! It became apparent right away, as Fallen groggily began to raise again, shaking his head a bit as his back was turned to XS3. What exactly was happening here..? As Fallen finally returned to his feet, XS3 suddenly swung back and forth a bit, before letting go of the rope and flying forward a bit. The show of agility and athleticism was impressive enough, but the fact that he dove forward and delivered a variation of the Ralph Klein special left some in the crowd simply giddy! The bulldog connected with a vengeance, as Fallen was smashed into the mat once again. Ah yes, the domination of XS3 looked to continue on once again!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:12:36 GMT -5
There may have been no love for him from those in attendance. He may have a broken marriage. He may very well just be a puppet of Thunderkiss. But NONE of those things mean that XS3 isn't an amazing wrestler, and he was proving it here tonight. Beginning to pant and heave himself at this point from the amount of time he'd spent running around and destroying his opponent, he seemed slow to his feet. There was a notable bit of sweat on his brow as he whipped it away, before lifting Fallen to his feet once again. This time around, he slowly lifted him up for a vertical suplex. He stalled, however, not driving the man to the mat, and instead beginning to run around the ring with him up high. Oh no, you know what this means! Yes, after doing a few laps around the inside of the ring he suddenly lept up and turned the move into a vicious powerslam, delivering a sort of stalled Final Fate. It sure was a pretty move to see, however, even if Fallen crumpled in agony to the mat, and XS looked exhausted from delivering it. Still, he was by far the fresher man, and he slowly returned to his feet. Was it finally time for him to go for the prize? To get the X, and finally prove to the world he was the true X? No..not yet..he hadn't used his tools just yet. The two lonely tables on the outside must of been cold at this point, as they had sat set up for awhile. With a smirk, XS slowly dragged the form of FSX to the ropes and tossed him over, probably expecting him to simply crash through the table. Were he a bigger man this likely would of been the case, but since he wasn't, he simply fell on top of it, still motionless. Looking quite frustrated by the fact Fallen was using his wonderful table as a place to rest he began to judge the distance between the ring and the table before backing up a bit. If he wasn't going through the table naturally, he would by force! With a deep breath, XS3 began a stampeding rush from the other side of the ring and sprang himself over the ropes without even touching them, looking to hit the Phoenix Pounce! The only problem with this was that he didn't have a view of FSX after he had walked to the other side of the ring. If he did, he would of noticed that Fallen had stirred and rolled off the table. He did notice though, as he was in the air. There was a brief look of his eyes widening before he shot through the table like a torpedo, decimated in the mess.
Despite the fact he looked quite exhausted, Fallen didn't appear very willing of giving up one of the only advantages he had been blessed with all match, swiftly moving to lift up the broken and beaten XS3. He stared at him for a moment, judging he unlikely had the strength right now to simply throw him around, so he began to hit various DDT's and dropkicks. He must of felt out of the 80s, following up a Tornado DDT with a flipping dropkick. That's the intense 80s, anyway. This continued for a few moments before he decided to go for an Evenflow DDT onto the scrap, jagged pieces of the table. It looked as if he would pull it off at first, before he felt a stiff jab to the gut. Usually it would take more then a single jab, but he was very worn out at this point, and it looked as if all the air was knocked out of him with it. As his grip loosened, XS3 quickly slipped from the hold and hugged onto him, sort of. As he hugged him, he seemed to dance and walk backwards. Why would he do that? Perhaps he fancies Fallen? No, that obviously wasn't it. As he grew closer and closer to the ring, he suddenly turned and delivered the Closing Moment. The overhead belly-to-belly suplex seemed to launch him into next week, but in reality it just launched him head first into the scaffold, and left him mangled. This is where blood finally began to flow from a convulsing Fallen Souls forehead, as he shook back and forth well hanging onto the Scaffold.
Would XS3 further enjoy himself with FSX misery? No, apparently he was tired of it. He was tired of beating a man who desperately wanted respect, and he was tired of proving a point over and over again. He simply wanted this match to come to it's predictable close. With a short sigh, he shook his head at the broken form of Fallen before rolling back into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. It was time for a finish. Coincidentally, he happened to be able to look down at the nearly dead form of his opponent well climbing the Scaffold as well! How convenient! He stared down at his opponents motionless form a few times as he climbed the Scaffold, before turning his attention to the X. The immediate moment that XS turned his head, Fallen Souls must of shot into survival mode. The end was obviously near if he didn't manage to do anything, so he pulled his agonized form from the Scaffold and rolled back into the ring with some effort. XS3 was already climbing across the rope Armed Forces style as he clutched onto it and watched only his prize, eliminating FSX from the picture for the time being. How would Fallen manage to stop him? How would FSX feasibly get back into this contest? Fallen seemed to be thinking of all these things as he watched XS3 climbing closer and closer to the prize. He knew trying to jump up at him and chase him to the X likely wouldn't work, as he was quite a bit slowed down at the moment, due to the pain he'd already endured. There must be a solution, and fast! Soon enough, XS3 was right next to the X, and Fallen needed to react immediantly!!..and that's when he remembered. With a wide grin, he quickly ran over to the chair that still laid on the mat of the ring, and turned to see XS3 attempting to dislodge the X. With a few more milliseconds, he would of won! Unfortunately, instead of dislodging the X, he suddenly dropped from the ropes as a chair slammed into his back. The pain must of returned him to reality as he dropped, and the X nearly fell with him, though didn't. Lucky! Fallen let off a sigh of relief as he watched XS3 arch his back in agony...before realizing he could be winning the match right now!
With a newfound burst of speed, Fallen tossed the chair to the side and smiled brightly, running over to climb the turnbuckle. As soon as he made his ascent, he leaped off the top ropes to take hold of the ropes up ahead; now was the time. He may of been severely weakened, and slowed down quite a bit, but with the prize in reach he suddenly had a second wind! With a determined look on his face, he clutched onto the rope and pulled his way along, dangling for the moment as he approached the X. Perhaps if he had climbed along it the way that XS3 had moments earlier, he would of reached the X much faster..and without as much vulnerability. Around the time he was in reach of the big, hanging X in the sky, XS3 had managed to recovered. There was a violent look in his eyes, as he stared at Fallen. He could of simply pulled FSX off the ropes overhead and down to the mat, but that would just be too simple..no. He had better plans. With a smirk, he ran off the ropes, beginning to charge back at FSX. As he was close, he jumped up with the intent of bringing Fallen back to the mat with a Shadow Step!! Fallen wasn't about to stand for that though, as he pulled his body up as XS3 jumped and instead delivered an odd variation of the Launch Kick, springing himself off XS3's back and past the X, landing in a painful way on one of the ropes which hang from the scaffold. He notably shuddered and let out a cry, nearly falling off the high rope before taking a good hold of it. He may of been in pain, but he was in a better position now! XS3, on the other hand, likely got the better of the launch kick, actually being pushed to sprint up the turnbuckle. It sure was lucky, and it was luck that XS3 wasn't about to give up.
The serious turning point and climax of the match could be felt in the air, as both men were in position to take a shot at the X at this point. Fallen, despite being beaten down for a heavy majority of the match had the best chance at this point, as XS3 quickly climbed the scaffold to get on top of a rope as well. Soon enough, Fallen turned himself back in the direction of the X, and was greeted to stare down XS3. It was now that both men tuned in to the crowd once again, as everyone was cheering loudly, the arena perhaps shaking due to the reaction, or perhaps it was an earthquake. The world may never know. Both men, though, seemed quite pleased that they had at least succeeded in proving their worth as performers, though the win was really what they both came for. At this point, they both had two options...A) To drag their asses along like dogs and meet over the X, for a battle of supremacy. Or B) To treat the Rope as a balance beam and stand up, in order to perhaps move faster. XS3 seemed happy with option A, before realizing that FSX had went with B. Yes, Fallen was standing a good twenty five feet above the ring as he tried to keep his balance on the ropes, slowly walking along them toward the X. At this rate, he was sure to win! No..XS3 couldn't have that..it was unacceptable after all he had worked for! With a grunt, and almost a nervous cry, XS3 slowly also reached his feet, staring over blankly as Fallen continued to walk along the rope carefully. Even now, it looked quite a bit as if Fallen would reach it first and retrieve the X for the win. What could XS3 possibly do though? Fallen was notably closer to the X, and it wasn't as if he could keep his balance well- OH MY! Suddenly, with a burst of speed and surprising balance, XS3 sprinted forward suddenly and spring boarded off the rope to deliver an INCREDIBLE Shadow Step, driving Fallen and XS3 all the way from the top, down through the table on the outside!!! Now, I know I don't write with announcers, but this must be said. DANNNNNNNNNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOUS!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:13:04 GMT -5
Simply put, both men lay broken upon a pile of debris. Courtesy of XS3's devastating finishing move, the crowd has been left to do nothing but chant "Holy shit!" XS3 takes his time to shake his head and clear the cobwebs out of his head. What more is there left to be done to the Fallen One? Is the only thing left to do is to go into the ring and go for the X? XS3 slowly pushes himself up from the ground, using his hands, before slowly staggering towards the ring. With the crowd cheering on both men for putting on a great performance, XS3 rolls under the bottom rope and crawls towards the structure. Finally, The Failed Artist begins ascending the structure and eventually gets to the top. XS3 grasps at the cables, almost missing, then makes his way towards the X.
But as he pauses to catch his breath, FSX is slowly arising from the rubble and gets to his wobbly feet. His veteran instinct tells him to move towards the ring, which he does. FSX also slides under the bottom rope and climbs up another structure. XS3 sees FSX and reaches for the X. It is literally within his grasp… but fatigue overcomes him and like a fallen angel, XS3 lets go of the ropes and plummets to the canvas below. His back hits the canvas and he begins breathing hard, trying to regain some stamina. FSX takes the opportunity to climb up to the top and inch his way towards the X. FSX makes his way across the cables and finally approaches the X. FSX pauses to stare intently at XS3 on the canvas before unhooking the X from the cables and falling to the canvas, landing on his feet.
Bell rings.
Philip: "And the winner of the match, FALLEN SOULS!!"
The crowd's cheers can't possibly louder as FSX actually stumbles through the ring ropes with the X, landing on his feet. FSX holds up the letter proudly for all of his fans to see…
Meanwhile, XS3 slowly regains his stamina and stands up from the canvas. XS3 sighs and looks on at the crowd, humble as always. However, something about him is different. Having been taken to hell and back courtesy of FSX must have been a learning experience for Canadian. Is it the angered gleam in XS3’s eyes? XS3 heads over to one side of the ring and requests a microphone. He receives one then brings his eyes towards the fans and guides the mic to his mouth.
XS3: “The letter X…”
The reaction of the fans is none other than “WTF?”
XS3: “That single solitary letter… this is the reason why this pointless feud even got started in the first place. I once again challenged myself to go all out with this match against Fallen Souls.”
XS3 points at the entrance ramp and more specifically, Fallen Souls. FSX, who had gotten up earlier, just shrugs him off and disappears behind the curtain.
XS3: “Well, that’s what I get for taking a week off from wrestling, eh? Oh well, life goes on… But before I go, I have one more thing to say… this is a response to some comments made by our ‘glorious World Champion’.”
Now XS3 has the crowd anticipating his words. What could he have against Wyvern?
XS3: “You see, he seems to think me taking the Fingerpoke of Doom would seem to de-value my career. Yeah well sorry if I have a brain, crackerjack. I did it to dupe Senator into believing that I would be a trustworthy partner. BK London? I couldn’t care less if he had a match on the card tonight let alone a world title match. As for Thunderkiss, people want to talk down on him. That’s fine. It doesn’t faze me because deep down, those people who run their mouths about him know that they will never be like him.”
Some fans boo, some fans cheer, others are mixed on XS3’s current feelings.
XS3: “So Wyvern, if you somehow manage to walk out with your world title after tonight, you might as well shove it up your ass. It’ll more than likely remove some of the disgust from having to actually defend your title, you whiny little bitch. Face it, you’re a sellout… And you will be put in your place after tonight.”
XS3 then drops the mic and listens to the sounds of “Constant Motion” entering the arena. The Canadian then exits the ring without a care and begins his trek to the back, listening to the fan’s reaction to his tirade. Did XS3 mean to cause controversy or did he just speak what was on his mind? The outspoken Canadian then disappears behind the curtain as we cut to the next segment.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:13:50 GMT -5
Segment: “Thunderstock 07" Credit: T-Kiss [Its apparent that Heatwave has lived up to its name because this PPV has been HOT all night, but its about ready to go nuclear! Unknown to most inside the arena, a gathering has assembled outside all because of one man - THUNDERKISS! After being escorted out of the arena, his new found fans followed him straight to the parking lot where they made a makeshift throne for their king! For the last hour or so, he has been rallying the new members of his Kiss Army to fight against his match result tonight, which he deems an injustice. More and more people come by the minute and the story is so newsworthy that even ACW cannot try to deny it’s existence. Finally receiving this info, Maxwell McNally shares the news with the live television audience ...] Maxwell McNally: Folks, we are getting reports of a full scale riot breaking out just outside the arena?! Could this be true? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Stand by Max, we have Charlotte at the scene. [Cut to a live camera shot of Charlotte] Charlotte: Its true Max! Ever since TK has been escorted out of the building tonight, hundreds have flocked outside the arena to be with him and even many more who didn’t have tickets tonight have actually driven here to partake in this rally for Thunderkiss! I can’t really explain the scene here in words, you have to take a look at it to believe it! [The camera pans over to a huge crowd, over 1500 strong who are all chanting “NO JUSTICE, NO PEACE”. Standing on top of a makeshift platform is Thunderkiss himself, megaphone in hand inciting the crowd to do his will.] Thunderkiss *on megaphone*: NO JUSTICE ... NO PEACE! NO JUSTICE .... NO PEACE!Maxwell McNally *facepalming*: Oh good Lord .... Charlotte: Now I’m certain some are wondering just what on Earth is the mindset of some of these people so I decided to ask one of them myself. Standing next to me is a man who identifies himself as “Crash Lightnin”. [The camera shifts to Charlotte’s right, where we see an image of a man dressed in all black sporting glasses and a goatee. Its “Kayfabe Corner’s” very own resident TK fan - Crash_Lightnin! He fits the roll alright ... for he looks very “internet savvy” ... if you know what I mean!] Crash_Lightnin: Heeyyyyyyyyy its Charlotte! Bitchin’! Charlotte: Crash, what made you leave the PPV tonight just so you could attend this rally for Thunderkiss? Crash_Lightnin: Hey man, that show was OVER after the first match! The rest of the card is the ultimate piss break and I’d rather be out here with the MAN! Charlotte: And there you have it! "Thundermania" is sweeping Heatwave tonight - Crash_Lightnin *interrupting*: And I’d just like to say LordofHardcore SUCKS DICK! Charlotte: That’s great.... Back to you Maxwell! [The image of Charlotte cuts away to a live shot of our two announcers.] Maxwell McNally: What can you possibly say about that? I’m speechless! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Look at them all Max! They are all leaving!? [Fan upon fan begins to filter out of the arena after watching Charlottes broadcast on the Alpha Tron. A stunned Edison can only mutter the following as he watches the “Thunderkiss Movement”.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: I’ve never seen anything like this at a major PPV production! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:15:42 GMT -5
Segment; Hey, You're not supposed to be here! Part II (Credit: Latino)
The cameras shoot back to backstage area as it shows the two security guards from earlier in the show speaking to the Chairman of ACW. They both have an ice pack on their heads as they are clearly explaining the situation that Ginger does not want to deal with especially on a night such as this.
Security Guard 1: ....He was fast like lightning! I mean he came out of nowhere boss.
Security Guard 2: Yea, yea lightning!
Security Guard 1: And I pulled out my gun but you know......I have family to think about. So, I didn’t try to shoot.
Security Guard 2: Yea, he has family to think about.
Ginger is already irritated that Latino has gotten this far. He cuts both men off with a fury of orders for the rest of the night. It's clear that he wants this settled as fast as he can before Latino's appearance has the chance of ruining any portion of the show.
Ginger: Enough!! I don't bloody want to hear anymore of your excuses, I’ve already got a damn illegal rave in the parking lot, it’s idiots inside and out! As for Latino, he is in the building now and I want full security looking out for him. Whoever finds him will get a bonus, raise, whatever the hell they want! I want Victor Laureano out of this building and put behind bars TONIGHT!
Security Guard 1 & 2: Yes sir, we'll be right on it.
Both men leave the Chairman's sight in a flash as the camera centers on his face, full red with anger just as the scene fades away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:17:04 GMT -5
Segment: Interview on the hoof (Credit: AK)
The camera cuts to a different part of the arena altogether; it picks up ACW interviewer extraordinaire, Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson, pacing the hallways and looking irritated – Ginger isn’t the only person having problems locating a member of the Laureano family.
Kevin: Damnit, where is she? She promised she’d be here…
Just as Kevin is grumbling, a very familiar figure rounds the corner, and there is a bit of a pop as Alicia walks into view. Kevin hurries up to her, mic at the ready.
Kevin: Whew, I thought you weren’t going to show for a minute…
Alicia pats Kevin on the back.
Alicia: As if I’d do that, Kev.
She continues walking, and Kevin falls into step, deciding that this is a more “artistic” way of interviewing instead of just standing around in front of the traditional backdrop.
Kevin: Alicia, first of all let me ask you… how have your preparations been going for tonight’s matchup?
Alicia: It’s been a long process, I can tell you that much. But thanks to the support of my family and friends, I’m about as ready as I’ll ever be.
Kevin. Uh huh. So tell me, how do you rate your opponent? A lot sure has gone on between the two of you.
Alicia smiles a fraction.
Alicia: That’s just about understatement of the month. Well, what can I say? We finally got to see a little of what’s inside that enigmatic head of the doctor’s, and it wasn’t particularly attractive. Starkweather is massively skilled, has few significant weaknesses, and wants to use me as a brutal example of what happens to anyone who crosses him. If you’re not at least a little concerned about going up against someone of that caliber, you probably already need a psychiatrist.
Kevin: I couldn’t agree more. What’s your strategy going to be in this match, then?
She gives him a sideways look.
Alicia: I can’t be specific before the event, I’m afraid. But I will say this; this is a match about two things, power and control. The battle will be decided by the person who can marry those two together most effectively under supreme pressure.
Kevin scratches his head, not entirely sure what Alicia means, but decides to let it pass.
Kevin: Ok. What’s your take on the actions of the rest of Starkweather’s group? Particularly Wyvern and Yoko Satoshi?
Alicia ponders this for a moment.
Alicia: Wyvern… I think is starting to suspect what some of us have known for a while now; if he retains his title tonight, things are going to get very interesting for him, and not necessarily in a pleasant manner. As for Yoko…
She pauses before speaking.
Alicia: …Yoko Satoshi is a grown woman, highly intelligent and one of, if not the greatest competitor ACW has ever known. She has made choices which many people won’t or can’t approve of, and now she has to deal with the consequences of those choices. The problem as I see it is that you almost never know precisely what the consequences will be where Starkweather and his associates are concerned. I just hope she realizes what she’s dealing with, or the results won’t be for the faint of heart.
Kevin nods. Alicia reaches the door to the main gym; she is carrying her bag, presumably to do some warm ups before getting ready for the match itself.
Alicia: I really ought to be getting on with my preparations.
Kevin: Sure, I understand. Thanks for giving us your time this-
Kevin is interrupted by loud sounds of cheering and yelling; it’s coming from a window just across the hall. Peeved, Kevin strides over and opens it; the window looks out over the parking lot, where Thundermania is most demonstrably running wild.
Kevin (shouting): PUT A SOCK IN IT, YOU REPROBATES!
Several expletives are heard in the general jeering; a beer bottle gets thrown at the first-floor window, causing Kevin to duck to avoid glass shards. Cheering and laughter ensues; Alicia sticks her head out of the window to see what’s going on, and a few wolf-whistles float up from the mass.
Random Fan: ALL HAIL THUNDERKISS!
Random Fan #2: HAIL THE GOD OF THUNDER!
Alicia nobly resists temptation… for about 3 seconds.
Alicia (shouting): HE’S NOT THE GOD OF THUNDER, HE’S A VERY NAUGHTY BOY!
She ducks back inside and shuts the window before the mob finds anything else to chuck. Kevin bravely gives them a V-sign from the inside, and turns back looking smug.
Kevin: Alicia, best of luck tonight.
Alicia smiles.
Alicia: Thankyou, Kevin. By the way, that looks awfully like your car out there…
She heads into the gym as Kevin looks out of the window and turns ashen-faced as he seems a group of beered-up fans surrounding his set of wheels with spray paint and crowbars.
Kevin: Oh, Thundercrap….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:18:43 GMT -5
Segment – In case you’ve forgotten… (Credit: VorteX)
As we return to the ACW arena fans are going absolutely nuts in their seats. From what they have seen already and the anticipation of things to come drives them to an electric frenzy. This frenzy only grows when the lights go out and the titantron lights up to a white screen with a white background. In black lettering:
In case you’ve forgotten…
“The Serpent’s Kiss” by Symphony X begins to play. Even though fans don’t immediately recognize the connection they do when Vortex appears onscreen chair in hand. Vortex throws the chair at an unnamed opponent, apparently an earlier rival. The rival catches the chair and an instant later is laid out by a vicious roundhouse.
The screen flashes to another match where Vortex leaps stands atop a 15ft ladder looking down at a prone opponent lying on a table, situated in a roaring crowd. Vortex leaps off of the ladder in a stunning moonsault, clearing the ring and the barrier and crashing down through the table.
Again the screen changes to show various moments of destruction from Vortex and Ruckus’s match seen earlier at Omega Effect. The final shot from this match is of Vortex performing the “Edge of Obscurity” off of the garage roof and onto a prone ruckus lying in a sea of barbed wire below.
The scene changes once more to Genocide 2006 where Vortex fought Rawt in a no-DQ match. The first screen capture is of Vortex performing an Annihilation Catalyst off of a ladder and connecting with Rawt who lies outside the ring. Another screen capture is of Vortex smacking Rawt with a steel chair. A few more brutal moments follow and the screen flicks to another match.
The montage ends with one of Vortex’s last underground matches. It was originally supposed to be a TLC but ended up including all sorts of other weapons including but not limited to: barbed wire, thumb tacks, a lead pipe, a beer bottle, a fan (yes a fan), some nails, a couple light tubes, and a lighter. The match was for nothing but money and the scenes shown here are enough to convince anyone that underground wrestling is dangerous. The first scene is a sick bump that took place as Vortex’s opponent went for the case that held the money, and Vortex ran up an adjacent ladder and speared his opponent off of the first ladder outside and into two stacked tables with tacks sandwiched in-between. A few close ups are shown at the aftermath and on to the next shot. The next shot is of Vortex performing an Annihilation Catalyst on his opponent who was hanging from the metal barrier with a barbed wire wrapped chair on their face. The second to last shot is of Vortex performing a Blackout Dropkick on his opponent which sends them over the ropes and onto shattered light tube glass. The last shot is of Vortex standing atop at least a 20ft ladder holding a match. He flicks the match down to a prone opponent lying on four gasoline soaked tables. The tables catch ablaze (as does the opponent), and Vortex quickly leaps off of the ladder performing a stunning “Edge of Obscurity”. The song ends as does the montage which before fading to black reads:
Just a little reminder.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:19:35 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Light Heavyweight Championship Fatal Fourway Tables / Ladders and Chairs Match Jake Cheng vs Nick Durden vs Dan White vs VorteX (Credit: Dan)
Phillip: The following match is a Tables THEN Ladders and Chairs match! The rules are that all four men will enter the ring, and once two men have been put through a table, the remaining two fight in a TLC-rules match for the LIGHT-HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers. They like shiny things.
Phillip: Now, coming first to the ring, from near Death Valley, weighing at 200 lbs…VorteX!
In the house of my master Beyond the chains there is a bed of snakes where evil lays Oh, I hear laughter I forged the iron bars that someday will imprison me
The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights.
Ooh, mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way
Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst).
I've been beaten with his words and whipped whith his lies He will not break me down no matter how hard he tries Pray for my lost soul Out of control the storm inside me rages on and on and on
Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on.
Mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way
Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.
Phillip: And from Venice Beach, California, weighing at 205 lbs…”Henshin Hero” Nick Durden!
Lights cut to dark.
Henshin a go go, baby!
The intro to “What I Want” by Daughtry kicks into gear as blinding white lights chaotically flicker near the entryway, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself psyched up for the impending match.
It always seemed that I was sorry for the things that I did But never did a thing about it 'til I let you in
The lights return as Nick steps out from the entryway. He flashes a quick look to both sides of the audience before running to the left side of the stage and taunting enthusiastically, inciting uproarious cheers.
It's kinda funny about the time that I was falling apart You came and put me back together now
Nick runs to the opposite side of the stage and repeats, receiving a similar ovation.
'Cause what I want And what I need Has now become the same thing you’ve been offering
Nick returns to the center of the stage and begins his march to the ring. With about ten feet remaining between himself and the ring, he breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring. He flashes a quick look to the audience before rising up to his feet.
As days go by I’ve finally become what you want me to be
Nick walks to one turnbuckle and mounts the second rope, taunting to the audience once more. He dismounts and walks to the other turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he tosses away his trench coat and begins stretching out.
Phillip: And from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 230 lbs…”Welsh Dragon” Dan White!
There’s a whole load of jeers for the Entourage member, but oddly, neither “Hello” by Oasis or Dan even makes an appearance.
Phillip: …Dan White!
Again, there’s still silence, and muffling occurs in the crowd to the potential whereabouts of Dan. Frustrated, Phillip continues.
Philip: Okay then…instead, let’s go to the Light-Heavyweight Champion, from Hong Kong, China, weighing at 200 lbs…Jake Cheng!
"4 Words (To Choke Upon)" by Bullet For My Valentine sounds through the speakers, and to an immense amount of heat comes the Light Heavyweight Champion himself, Jake Cheng. Nick and VorteX lock eyes with the champion as he makes his way on the stage, and Jake doesn't keep his eyes off His opponents. Slowly Jake makes his way down to the ring before rolling in and giving one last glance to his opponents as he removes his belt, and Phillip takes it.
Bell rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:20:41 GMT -5
The bell rings without Dan having made his way down to the ring, and a confused Vortex, Jake and Nick get it on. Nick is assaulted by Vortex and Jake, who force him into a corner. The two whip Nick into the opposite corner, and Vortex follows up, running and leaping into Nick. But Nick manages to dart out of the way, and Vortex’s head bounces off the turnbuckle. Jake then runs forward and plants a groggy Vortex with a jumping spinning leg lariat. Vortex rolls out of the ring, injured, as Jake gets up and confronts Nick. He and Nick square off, and Jake hurls Nick at the ropes. He attempts a dropkick, but Nick remains hold of the ropes, allowing Jake to fall. Jake picks himself up, but falls victim to an Implant DDT. Nick rolls off Jake, looking at Vortex, and then looks to the outside.
Nick: Should I?!
The crowd shout “YEAH!” and Nick rolls out of the ring. He looks under the ring apron for a table, but Vortex attacks him from behind with a club to the back. Nick falls to one knee, and Vortex continues clubbing him. Vortex then lifts him to his feet, and forces Nick, with the aid of a drop-toe hold, face first into the steel steps. Nick bashes them quite soundly, and a nasty “ooh” echoes around the arena. Vortex looks smug with himself, but turns to see Jake leaping over the ropes, crashing into Vortex. This gets a pop from the crowd, despite the champion’s orientation. Jake smirks at them, lifting up the apron and pulling out a table, which generates another pop. He pushes it into the ring, and lifts Vortex up, throwing him back into the ring. He then lifts Durden up, and puts him back into the ring. He re-enters the ring, and begins to set the table up in a corner when Vortex attacks him from behind.
Vortex turns Jake around and begins to throw a couple of punches. Jake evades one of them, and tosses Vortex into the ropes. Jake however is surprised at Vortex’s agility, as he plants Jake with a missile dropkick, sending him out of the ring and to the outside. Vortex turns around, and Durden begins to beat on him. Nick lifts Vortex up and hits him with a huge Arn Anderson-style Spinebuster, shaking the ring. The crowd begins to cheer, as Nick then properly sets the table up horizontal-wise, and lifts Vortex up. He lifts Vortex into a Powerbomb, but Vortex manages to reverse it into a hurricanrana away from the table. Suddenly though, There’s a voice heard on the microphone.
?: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
The camera turns to reveal Dan White, with a cast on his left leg, and a crutch holding him up. He also has bandages around his head, very hastily put on, however.
Dan: Now, bitchcakes, I know that you wanted to see Your Personal Hero compete in that ring tonight, but like I told ol’ redhead the other week, I’m simply not ready to compete! My head injury is at its absolute worst, and to make matters worse, I was hit by a train on my way to the arena!
Durden and Vortex, both on their feet at this point, look at each other in a “I’m not buying it” way
Dan: So unfortunately, that is indeed why I am unable to compete. So long and farewell, my fans!
The fans jeer loudly, but they turn to cheers as Dan turns his back, and Nick and Vortex quickly slide out the ring, chasing Dan up the ramp. Dan however is unaware of the two, but they both grab him as though he was a mental patient, dragging him back towards the ring Dan screams loudly, pleading to be let go, but drops his crutch, meaning he has no weapon to attack the two with. Vortex throws him into the ring, and the two get into the ring. Nick then lifts Dan up, and he and Vortex lift Dan into a powerbomb position. They take him over to the table, and pause for a moment, with the crowd shouting at them to smash him through the table.
Dan: Don’t do it! Please! I can give you money, power, fame-AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Nick and vortex ignore Dan, throwing him straight into the table, much to the crowd’s relief. Phillip leaps off his chair, promptly making the announcement.
Phillip: Umm…despite not even being in the match in the first place…Dan White is eliminated!
There’s a cheer as Dan’s elimination is confirmed, as a medical team rush out to take him away. Jake rejoins the other two in the ring and they watch as Dan is taken away on a stretcher. Once Dan is taken from the ringside, Jake attacks both men with a fist to the back of the head. They both fall to their knees, as Jake takes initiative. He lifts Vortex back to his feet, but Vortex fights back with a powerful right hook, knocking Jake to the ground. Jake looks shocked at Vortex, as Vortex begins to get his groove on. He lifts Jake back up, clubbing him a couple of times in the face, and proceeding to hit him with a roundhouse kick. Jake flies to the ground, and Vortex smirks, but not for long as Durden attempts to tackle him. But Vortex spins Durden around into a neckbreaker, setting him up in conjunction with the turnbuckle. Vortex gets up, climbing the turnbuckle, and there’s a loud cheer as he leaps off in a Catch 22 (corkscrew flipping leg drop), landing perfectly on Durden.
The fans continue cheering, as Vortex comfortably gets to his feet. Jake also gets up, charging at Vortex, but Vortex simply swivels his body around and hits a superkick-styled kick into Jake’s head. Being on the receiving end of several Shades of Michaels, Jake is unfamiliar to the utter pain that this move can cause, and sinks to the ground the like a puppet whose strings have been cut. Or a Thunderbird character. Anyways, Vortex gets up, and slides out the ring, throwing open the apron. There’s a brief cheer, but it gets much louder as he pulls out a ladder. He slides it into the ring, and picks it up. Durden sluggishly gets to his feet, and Vortex rams it into Durden, who falls straight back to the floor.
Vortex then sets the ladder up, and then exits the ring once again. He picks up a table from the ringside next to a barricade, sliding it into the ring. He then picks up a chair, and slides that into the ring. He gets back in, and sets the table up close to the ladder. He then lifts Durden up, and hits him with a swift and surprising Psychosurgery, knocking the Henshin Hero flat. Vortex picks him up, and places him onto the table. Vortex then begins to climb the ladder, with the fans in hope of seeing a major high spot in the ranks. Vortex edges closer to the top, stalling a little after the bash on his head off the turnbuckle from before gives him a few problems.
He then has an even bigger problem, as Jake gets to his feet. He grabs the chair, whacking Vortex on the back. This stalls Vortex incredibly, and Jake begins to climb the other side of the ladder, away from the table. He manages to get to the top, and drags Vortex up with him. Jake then incredibly places Vortex’s head in between his legs (the norm), and sensationally plants a Mandate of Heaven (Pepsi Plunge) off the ladder and into the table!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Fortunately for Nick, he was able to roll off the table before being hit, but regardless, the arena is still in uproar and the incredibly dangerous move.
Phillip: Vortex has now been eliminated! Now, the Light-Heavyweight Championship will be on the line between Nick Durden and Jake Cheng! The title will be raised 15 feet above the ring, and well shall now have Tables, Ladders and Chairs rules!
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