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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:23:06 GMT -5
Jake’s knees have taken a fair beating after the Mandate of Heaven, as Vortex bravely leaves on his own, refusing medical help. The table debris has been removed, and Durden, slightly battered but ready for battle, puts his hand in a wagging motion, telling Jake to bring it on. Jake slowly heads back into the centre, and the two lock up. Durden throws Jake into the turnbuckle, and Jake bounces out, prompting Durden to turn him around and whip him into the opposite direction, straight into the ladder. Jake clatters into it and falls backwards. Unfortunately for him though, the ladders falls straight onto him, much to the joy of the crowd, who feel the title will change hands tonight.
Durden lifts the ladder off Jake, and picks Jake up. He forces Jake into the corner, and proceeds to chop and punch him in as many ways as possible. His assault reaches up to thirty blows, with referees unable to step in and tell him to stop. Instead, it takes all Jake’s willpower to push Durden away, and Jake escapes to the outside to avoid even more lashings. Durden though just taunts Jake, pointing to the belt above the ring, and Jake quickly gets back into the ring. As he does though, Durden grabs the chair, throwing it in Jake’s direction. Jake catches the belt expertly, only for Durden to then strike the chair with a Spinning Heel Kick, knocking Jake silly. Durden pounces back to his feet, and lifts the ladder up. He tries to pitch it perfectly in the centre, but Jake grabs hold of one end with his feet, despite being a little delirious, and uses his powerful leg muscles to forces the ladder backwards, knocking the wind out of Durden.
Jake manages to scramble to his feet, and gets his second wind. He forces Durden into the corner, and plants him with a monkey flip. Jake then grabs the steel chair, and sets it up in the centre of the ring. He lifts Durden onto it so he’s resting on it by his lower back. Jake then heads towards the turnbuckle, climbing it with ease like a spider would climb down your mouth, into your lungs, eat your alveoli and make babies in your airways and bloodstream. So then when you were cut you would bleed baby spiders and eventually die as all the spiders get hungry and begin to maul you from the inside, leaving nothing but the rubbish parts of your body. Jake then leaps off the turnbuckle in a leg drop, landing on Durden’s neck which cracks backwards due to being levitated off the chair. Jake slowly makes his way to the outside, and sets up a table. Weirdly, he sets up a table on top of it, obviously planning a spot for later on in the match.
He re-enters the ring, and lifts Durden up, who by now is worse for wear. Jake throws him at the ropes, and hits him effortlessly with a clothesline. Durden slumps to the ground, and Jake attempts it again. Only this time, Durden gets his second wind, leaping midair and striking Jake with a knee into the head. Jake flies to the ground, and Durden gets the crowd behind his back. He lifts Jake up, hitting an arm drag, followed by a Spinning Back Kick. He lifts Jake up again, hitting another arm drag and following that up with a sit-out Jawbreaker. With Jake stunned, it allows Durden to get to his feet and plant Jake with a weaker version of the Throwdown. Jake’s on the floor virtually knocked out, but Durden is exhausted to hell, remaining on the ground, with the Light-Heavyweight title dazzling him directly above.
Durden crawls slowly towards the ropes, and manages to grab hold of the bottom rope. He slowly drags himself to his feet, as Jake comes around and also crawls towards the turnbuckle. Durden grabs hold of the ladder, and sets it up in the centre of the ring, and begins to climb up, rung by rung. But Jake manages to get to his feet, and basically falls into the ladder. The ladder remains stood, but Durden stumbles a little. It’s now a race to grab the title, as both Jake and Nick begin to climb, with Nick in the better condition. They both slowly climb, step by step, exchanging blows as they rise up the ladder. With about halfway gone, both heads peer over the top of the ladder, and Durden grabs Jake’s head, throwing a punch. Jake almost falls off, but comes back and headbutts Durden. Durden ducks it though throwing a massive haymaker in Jake’s jaw. Jake flies off the ladder, with the fans cheering loudly for Durden.
Jake falls off, but lands on his feet. The momentum though keeps going through his body and he hits the ropes, firing back, straight into the ladder. The ladder falls sideways, with Durden flying off the top of the ladder, out of the ring and straight into the set of tables Jake set up before! There’s uproar in the arena and the boos wreak out for Jake’s fluke attack, who finally realises what’s happened, and sets the ladder back up. He slowly begins to climb it, with the fans hoping that Durden gets up or that there’s interference from somewhere. Unfortunately, it doesn’t come and Jake slowly but surely makes his way up the ladder, climbing to the top, and grabbing his Light-Heavyweight title.
Phillip: Here is your winner…and STILL Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jake Cheng!
There’s a huge amount of jeers for Cheng, as he falls off the ladder, knowing that he didn’t deserve the belt. But at the end of the day he had luck on his side once again, as he slips out of the ring, holding his belt high for everyone to see. He walks past Durden, snarling at him and continuing to walk up the ramp, confirming that he, behind Dan White, is the second greatest Light-Heavyweight Champeen of all time. He exits the ramp, with his music fading.
Durden meanwhile gets to his feet slowly, with the aid of the ref. The ref offers help, but Durden ignores it, preferring to walk alone to the back which generates a pop. He might not have won the title, but gave Jake a run for his money and maybe next time Jake won’t be so lucky.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:23:39 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): Moving In (Credit: Hunter)
It might be the smell, come to think of it. I mean, why else would someone be so uncomfortable with something so...well, pretty? He has always been open minded when it comes to new things (after all, he opens CD cases and DVD cases and instantly smells them). However, looking around every room of this place, he cannot help but feel somewhat uncomfortable. The new smell theory only goes so far. Or perhaps it's the salesman. He's one of those false cheery types. He hates those. If he had his way, they'd all be gathered up and shot. But thankfully, he does not have his way. He continues to look around the room as the salesman continues to speak about trivial things to him, such as the color of the walls, the size of the room, and the sturdiness of the ceiling (although it can be said that that last part is a wee bit important). When he is finished, the salesman turns to him.
Salesman: Any questions?
Hunter turns to him after a moment and says nothing. The salesman continues to smile politely as Hunter merely takes a deep breath of air, releases it, and groans.
Hunter: Is it expensive?
Salesman: ...well, that's really a matter of---
Hunter: Okay, let's rephrase that...is it in the price range that we discussed earlier?
The salesman takes a moment to recall just exactly what Hunter is talking about, and then brightens up and nods.
Salesman: Yes it is.
Hunter: Closer to the top or the bottom of that range?
Salesman: ...top.
He throws Hunter a sheepish smile, but Hunter pays no mind to it.
Salesman: Uh...may I ask...sir...why are you currently seeking a new place of residence?
Hunter: No.
Pause. The salesman raises an eyebrow.
Salesman: I beg your pardon?
Hunter: You can't ask.
The salesman weakly nods, understanding just exactly what he is dealing with. Hunter continues to look around, pondering various bits and pieces of information in his head. To him, it's merely a house. Or a condo, rather. But still, he doesn't know the details. He just wants a place to watch TV in.
Hunter: You said this place is one of the nicer ones you're selling?
Salesman: Uh...yes.
Hunter: How long has it been on the market?
Salesman: Oh, only a few months.
Hunter: Uh huh.
Hunter's eyes slowly move up to the ceiling, where he spots a rather large chandelier. He looks at it with disdain and turns back to the salesman.
Hunter: Is that thing sturdy?
Salesman: Uh...I'd imagine so...
Hunter: It's not going to fall on me randomly in the night, is it?
Salesman: ...no...
Hunter: Are there any ropes or levers to control its ascent or descent?
Salesman: ...I don't think so.
Hunter nods, continuing his contemplation.
Hunter: How are the neighbors?
Salesman: Oh, I haven't heard any complaints. Everyone is very peaceful, quiet, likes to keep to themselves.
Hunter: Does anyone have any pets?
Salesman: Oh no, there's---
Hunter: Dogs?
Salesman: A strict---
Hunter: Cats?
Salesman: No animal---
Hunter: Mongeese?
Pause. For a very long time, as would be expected.
Salesman: ...policy.
Hunter smiles.
Hunter: Good. Any Satanists among them?
The salesman blinks once.
Salesman: ...I...don't believe so...
Hunter: What about lesb...scratch that, I wouldn't complain, actually.
Salesman: Right then. So...do you want to see the next---
Hunter: No, I'm satisfied.
Salesman: Are you sure? We have many more---
Hunter: I said I'll fucking take it, Christ. Don't you people usually try to get me to sign the paper ASAP instead of selling me something else?
Salesman: Oh...I...I misunderstood...
The salesman chuckles awkwardly as Hunter stands perfectly still and looks at him.
Hunter: Well?
Salesman: ...I...now?
Hunter: Yes.
The salesman is baffled, but soon procures a briefcase from around the corner and pulls out some papers. He hands them to Hunter, who blindly signs his name with a newly found pen. After a few minutes of this goes on, Hunter puts the pen back and walks away, pacing around the room slowly. The salesman looks over the paper, and when satisfied, looks up and smiles.
Salesman: Congratulations, Mr...Hunter. You're the proud owner of a new home.
Hunter nods slowly.
Hunter: ...yeah...
With that simple word, Hunter simply turns away from the salesman, treading silently into another room in his new home. The salesman is confused for a moment, but soon understands that, technically speaking, he's trespassing on private property. He grins nervously, realizing full well that no one is there to see him do this, and then picks up his stuff and walks to the door. When Hunter hears the door slam shut, he takes a deep breath of relief. And suddenly, he's comfortable. Perhaps it wasn't that big of a mystery after all...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:24:04 GMT -5
Segment: Why Don’t We Just Call Him Cliff Richards? (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras open up, Adrian Flamingo is sitting backstage in his black tights, black boots, and a pink t-shirt that bares his name and a black flamingo on the front. Behind him, as per usual, is a large ACW logo, and around his neck, is the studded black leather collar that he was forced to wear for his match. In just a few moments, a 14ft chain would connect his neck to Scott Andrews and he would be in a world of hurt.
One of the many unspoken laws of the dog collar match is that a high-flyer would be screwed. Imagine it, if you will, going up for a springboard clothesline, only to be jerked out of the sky suddenly by your opponent. In two seconds you go from soaring like an eagle to soaring like a penguin. No, if Adrian hoped to survive, he would have to develop a new strategy, but first, he had a camera in his face and millions who wanted to hear what he had to say. Adrian looked into the camera and a grin spread across his face.
“Hello ACW fans, I know that in the past, my actions haven’t really shown that I am quite the intelligent individual. In fact, I’m an honor graduate from Philip Exeter and have very high marks when it comes to English and Literature. Now, I know that you haven’t really gotten to see the calmer, more logical side of me over the year I’ve been here, but I assure you that it’s there. To prove it, I’ll finally give the fans and Scott Andrews the true reason why I’ve made it an absolute objective to piss him off and pick fights with him. You see Scott, there are two types of people in the world: Classical and Romanticist. You and your buddies in the Senatorial Stable are Classical types of people. You all have an order, a hierarchy for how things get done and why they’re done. You have set of boys that head up your posse and everyone else has to answer to them. You never deviate from your plans and you fear the concept of change or diversity of people in the world. To put it simply, Scotty-boy, you’re a Fascist pig. You claim that you aren’t a police officer backstage, yet you continue to harp on and on about how you’re going to show me the consequences of my actions. Now, if that’s not a pig, then I don’t know what is.”
Adrian cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair before slowly exhaling.
“Myself? I’m a Romanticist. I don’t believe it rules or a governing power. I believe in the concept of pure, unadulterated freedom of speech, press, and art. The thought of a higher power or religion is silly to me as we are all equal amongst ourselves. Oh yeah, that’s right, ACW. I’m just as good as your precious Rattlesnakes, Hunters, Senators, and BK Londons. To put it lightly, I’m an anarchist. People like you, hate people like me, because I believe I’m above your silly backstage laws and your “authority” is nothing but a sad joke that gives me a short chuckle in between spoonfuls of Corn Flakes. So, naturally, when I see a man walking around, proclaiming to be a “Vigilante”, it’s an insult to me. How in the hell can you be a vigilante and enforce the laws that your type of people created? Isn’t that a bit hypocritical? After all, this society that we live in praise the Classical and condemn the Romanticists as freaks and weird-os. So, you’re a vigilante and you fight for the people? Well, Scott, I’m a vigilante and fight for the Romanticist’s rights in this world! Oh well, but that was part of a reason, so I’ll move on.”
Adrian slowly paced back and forth across the camera’s shot before stopping suddenly and eyeballing the lens before snapping back into attention.
“The second reason is simple in theory, but has shown to be a little more difficult than I had originally imagined. I believe Ric Flair said that “to be the man, you’ve got to beat the man.” Problem is, the man just doesn’t want to stay down after you’ve beaten him… so, you’ve got to do just a little more damage to ensure that the man doesn’t come back. Sometimes, you’ve got to trick the man into matches that are just as futile for him as they are for you… sound familiar? Oh well, more on that on a later date.”
Adrian reached into the back of his tights and retrieved a small book as he continued smiling at the camera. The book itself was small, tan, and didn’t look to be any thicker than a small pocket sized journal. After briefly thumbing through a few pages, Adrian held the page open.
“Now, before I go, Scott Andrews. I thought I’d let you know what you’re in for tonight. To quote Jean Jacques Rousseau’s Book I of Confessions, “I am a man of very strong passions, and, while I am stirred by them, nothing can equal my impetuosity; I forget all discretion, all feelings of respect, fear and decency; I am cynical, impudent, violent and fearless; no feeling of shame keeps me back, no danger frightens me; with the exception of the single object which occupies my thoughts, the universe is nothing to me.” You hear that Scott, I care nothing for the future. If I have such little regard for myself, what in the world do you think I’ll do to you? Do you know where the power REALLY lies, ACW?”
Adrian slammed his book shut and walked off camera.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:25:01 GMT -5
Segment: "Leadership" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Everyone knows about the power struggle that lies within the Senatorial Stable. Hunter, Senator and Rattlesnake all seem to have a legitimate reason for being the leader. But through constant bickering, a match has emerged. Not just any match. Senatorial Stipulations. However, this time things are much different. Rather than scoring two different falls in a row, you have to get two falls total. With three men, that can be no easy task.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night we've all been waiting for. Tonight, the true leader of the Senatorial Stable gets crowned. No one is liking my chances seeing as how I've never been involved in "Senatorial Stipulations" before. But you know what? That's all well and good. Go ahead. Count me out. That'll make my statement here tonight all that much more impactful.
Rattlesnake stands in an empty hallway somewhere inside of the arena.
Rattlesnake: Hunter. You gave me the leadership status in the Senatorial Stable. You gave it to me and you left. You faked your own death. Then you come strolling back like nothing had ever happened and expected me to give you the leadership back? That just wasn't going to happen. I'll make it crystal clear for you now. No matter what happens in that ring tonight, I'm still the leader. Why? Because like it or not, ACW needs me as the leader.
Needs? Just what could that possibly mean?
Rattlesnake: You see Hunter. You did the one thing a leader should never do. You deserted the Senatorial Stable when we needed you the most. You went off and pranced around in your own little world while we were struggling to maintain our superiority. In my opinion, you turned your back on us and then you expected to be able to come back into open arms and assume the leadership role you once had as if nothing had ever happened. You poor misguided fool.
Poor misguided fool is right. Hunter technically did abandon us. He wanted to come back as the leader as if nothing had happened. Fat chance.
Rattlesnake: And what of Senator? Always busy on the political trail. Sure, you had some hard fought battles there. But while you were gone campaigning and debating and kissing babies, we needed your wisdom. We needed to have someone as inspirational as you by our side through the tough times. But that wasn't the case. You expected Hunter and I to rationally talk this whole thing out...almost like a leader would ask. Deep down you wanted to run things again. Don't bother trying to deny it. It's not something you can disregard like a scandal.
Maybe "scandal" wasn't the right word to use. Then again maybe it was. Truth be told, Rattlesnake had a couple of points.
Rattlesnake: When it came down to it, the Senatorial Stable has only known one true leader over the past year. Someone that has stayed with the stable leadership through all it's turmoil. And that's me. After Hunter left, the stable just dragged on. But it was me that helped push it in the direction it needed to go. If I didn't know any better, I'd say that justifies me as the leader. All the petty squabbling over the past few months has been because you don't trust me to remain the leader, Hunter. The same goes to you Senator. It's all about trust. You both have shown me over the past few months that you just don't trust me with it anymore. That's why tonight's match is happening. And that's why tonight, I'm going to leave Heatwave with the Senatorial Stable leadership. And THAT is nothing...but...reality.
Rattlesnake was fired up. Just a few comments before he goes out to the ring tonight. He was ready. He was ready to take the leadership that he was destined for since joining the Senatorial Stable.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:26:55 GMT -5
Match 8: Dog Collar Match Adrian Flamingo vs Scott Andrews (Credit: Scott)
As the fans settle down from the last match they dig deep into their buttered popcorn containers and take long sips from their bottles of Coke, ready for the rest of Heatwave to unfold.
Philip: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is a Dog Collar Match with the stipulation of Falls Count Anywhere! Both men will have a Dog Collar attached at the neck and will be connected with an 18 foot, chain leash. The first man to pin his opponent or make him tap out will be the winner!...
“Hello” by Rollins Band begins to play as the crowd get into a frenzy of boos. Adrian Flamingo steps out onto the entrance ramp and spreads his arms out to welcome his audiences’ reaction. He smiles and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Philip: Introducing first, from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 199 pounds, Adrian FLAMIIIIINGOOOOOO!!!
The crowd once again boo as his name is mentioned, but Adrian couldn’t care less. He perches himself on a near turnbuckle and raises once arm while soaking in the last remains of the crowds displeasure.
Philip: And his opponent…
The lights go out over the entire arena.
“For My Enemies” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a huge pop from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end.
Philip: From Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 233 pounds, Scott AAAAAANNDREEWWWWSSS!!!
Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet, peering across the ring at a smug looking Flamingo. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his vest.
Both men come face to face, nose to nose, in the middle of the ring. The referee, Carter Donovan, separates them enough to place a collar around each of their necks, securing them and then locking them up with a small padlock. He goes over the rules with each man as the crowd begins a “Scotties Gonna Kill You!” chant.
Once the collars are on and both men are ready the match gets underway as the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
Scott clearly has the size advantage in this match, as well as having a more adept style to this kind of match compared to Mr. Flamingo’s more Junior Heavyweight/Lucha Libre style.
As soon as the bell goes off both men begin a brawl throwing lefts and rights, pummeling each other until Scott gains the upper hand and punches Adrian in the head multiple times before taking him by the head and throwing him through the second and top rope, making sure that there is enough slack as to not choke both himself and Flamingo. He follows his opponent and delivers another couple of nasty rights to the side of his head before ramming it into the crowd barrier. The fans at ring side jump to their feet as the two combatants make their way around the outside of the ring.
Maxwell:[/color] There coming over this way, Eddy!
Scott grabs Flamingo by the hair and pulls him towards the announcers table, but he struggles. He elbows Scott twice in the gut before ramming his head onto the announcers table.
Scott grabs at his face as Adrian scatters Philip away from his seat and folds it up, raising it above his head. He brings it down hard across Scott’s back causing him to fall to his knees. He lifts it again to the same result. Scott yells out as the impact causes him to fall further towards the outside mats. Flamingo chuckles and looks into the crowd.
“This is your hero? Hahaha!”
He drops the chair and grabs Scott by the collar, tossing him back into the ring. Flamingo slides back in and goes for a quick cover, but only gets a two count.
Maxwell: A bit early for a fall I’d say, Eddy.
Eddy: Oh definitely, Max! Scott is a warrior; he’s got a lot of fight in him, that’s for sure.
Adrian gets to one knee after the failed attempt for a pin and winds the chain around his right hand. He strikes Scott three times in the forehead, enough to open him up.
Adrian once again chuckles at the sight of Scott Andrews being demolished by his own hands. He quickly transitions into a choke hold with the chain wrapped around Scott’s neck. Andrews winces and struggles to breathe, the air from his lungs trapped, and his throat unable to clench anymore. He waves his arms around frantically trying to evade the hold, and once he gets a hold of Flamingo’s hair he hits him once, twice, three times with right hands, forcing Adrian’s grip to be broken. Scott thinks fast and nails a Jawbreaker before grabbing Adrian and hitting a Northern Lights Suplex for a two count.
Maxwell: Near fall! Scott almost had him!
Eddy: Close but no cigar, Max.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:27:57 GMT -5
Scott is not too worried about the failed pin attempt and he rolls to the outside, pulling Adrian by the chain with him. He pulls up the ring skirt and reaches under and pulls out a table, much to the fans pleasure. He tosses it into the ring before pulling Adrian around by the turnbuckle post and pulling him straight into it, his head bouncing off the steel post. Scott then stomps on him a few times and lands some mounted punches out of pure anger with Flamingo before rolling him back into the ring.
He gets up and sets up the table as Adrian struggles to get to his feet. He places it perpendicular to the turnbuckle, a decent distance away, but not too far. He grabs a swaggering Flamingo and delivers a couple more right hands before having one countered into a backhand chop from Flamingo. Scott hits his own backhand chop as the famous "WOO!" echoes through the arena. Flamingo hits another, and Scott, another again. Flamingo decides enough is enough and slaps Scott across the face instead. Scott turns away as Adrian chuckles. Andrews pus his hand to his face and adjusts his jaw before putting on his angry face and laying into Flamingo with furious forearm strikes. He then whips him into the ropes and decapitates his opponent with the Lariat of Respect, causing Flamingo to turn inside out. The fans cheer like crazy for the stiff strike. The "Scotties Gonna Kill You" chant starts up again as Scott picks Adrian up and lays him out on the table. Scott then proceeds to go to the top rope, the chain barely giving him enough length to stand. He makes a gun with his hand and puts it to his head before pulling the trigger and launching backwards with the Suisault only to have Adrian roll off the table at the last second. Scott goes crashing through the wood and hits the canvas with a thud as Adrian sits in the lower turnbuckle soaking up some energy before making his next move.
Maxwell: I was sure Scott was going to land that Moonsault, Eddy, I love seeing him do that move nonetheless; such grace as he flies through the air.
Eddy: Too bad he flew right through a table then, huh?!
Scott rolls around on the mat grabbing his stomach, blood still dripping from his forehead. Adrian slowly stands and drags Scott towards the turnbuckle before lifting him to his feet. He then places him on the top turnbuckle, sitting facing the ring. Adrian steps back a little before taking a slight run up and going for a Frankensteiner, but Scott hooks his legs into the ropes and holds Adrian’s legs around his neck. Adrian is suspended in mid air until Scott manages to coil him back up before leaping down with a diving powerbomb. The crowd start a fecal chant as both men are down.
Maxwell: Amazing strength by Scott Andrews to pull Flamingo up like that and then hit a beautiful diving powerbomb! WOW!
Scott slowly crawls over and makes a cover.
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…………………………….NO!
Adrian just kicks out in the knick of time, avoiding a disastrous defeat. Scott, although quite drained begins to reel in anger…his face turns a bright read as his brows turn sour and he bares his teeth. He lets out a mighty yell as he enters his well known “Fury Mode”.
Eddy: FURY MODE ENGAGE!
Scott lifts Adrian and unleashes several rights and lefts, forearms and backhand chops before whipping him hard into the turnbuckle and following up with a stiff Shining Wizard knee strike to the skull of Flamingo, who drops flat on his face after impact, clearly in a state of limited consciousness.
Scott drops to one knee and breathes heavily; he’s exerted quite a lot of energy in a short amount of time, but he isn’t about to let this upper hand opportunity to be wasted. He rolls to the outside and grabs the chair that Flamingo had used on him at the start of the match and looks at it, then to the crowd, who chair him on. His face, drenched in blood, lets a smirk shine through as he then rolls back into the ring, chair in hand. Adrian is on one knee and looks very drowsy. Scott slams the chair down on his back and Adrian slumps back down to the mat. Andrews then drops the chair and grabs Flamingo by the collar, lifting him almost dead weight off the canvas and to his feet. Scott gets him in the pumphandle position and follows through with the “AA” Driver (Pumphandle Inverted Piledriver) right onto the chair. Adrian’s head hits hard and he rolls near the edge of the ring after impact. Scott goes for a cover, surely it’s all over.
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……………………...........…….NO! Foot on the ropes!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:28:49 GMT -5
Adrian shows that he still has some sense in him and he’s still aware of what’s going on as he puts his foot on the bottom rope. Scott seems pissed, but knows he can’t lose his temper again or it could cost him the match. He rolls Adrian to the outside and follows behind him. Adrian’s head has been busted open by the piledriver and Scott proceeds to wrap the chain around his hand and give Adrian some of his own medicine by clobbering him with vicious right hands to the wound. Scott pulls him by the hair towards the guardrail and attempts to slam his head down, but Adrian puts his foot up, stopping the momentum. He then slams Scott’s head down and runs with him, tossing him over the guard rail into an empty section of pure concrete floor. Adrian jumps the barrier and heads towards his opponent.
Maxwell: What are they doing? Someone could get seriously hurt out there! There’s no mats, no protection at all!
Scott gets to his feet and the two begin brawling, Adrian keeping a slight upper hand on the situation. They go through the crowd, punching and chopping as they go. They reach the entrance gates to this certain sector of the arena, with tables leaning up against the walls of the tunnel. Adrian gives Scott a European Uppercut, sending him bumping backwards. He takes this opportunity to set up two tables, one next to the other under the high rise portion of the gate. Scott is up by now and counters an Adrian Flamingo right hand into an arm wrench and then a kick to the face ensues. Scott sees Flamingo’s tables he has set up and decides to use them to his advantage. He picks up two more tables and stacks them on top of the other two, creating a four table stack. He then walks hastily towards Flamingo ramming his fist a couple more times into his forehead. The blood from both competitors’ stains the others body as Scott drags Flamingo up the side of the gate using the stairs. He gets him in position above the tables as the crowd prepare for something insane. He puts Flamingo over the barrier and bends him over the guard pole towards him, putting his head between his legs in a powerbomb position. The crowd ready themselves for the High Street Massacre; a crazy move in itself, but if performed from this height, in this situation would send the fans home happy regardless.
Eddy: OH MY GOD MAX, YOU DON’T THINK…?!
Maxwell: I don’t know! No, wait, look!
Adrian begins to struggle and he eventually maneuvers himself to get Scott over his shoulders as he hits the 1980 Flamingo Special from the balcony through four stacked tables. The crowd are going nuts as he makes the cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
Philip: Here is your winner, ADRIAN FLAMINGO!
It may not be the result the crowd, nor Scott Andrews for that matter would have wanted, but they know for sure that they got one hell of a fight out of it. Neither man looks in good condition as EMT’s rush down to the crowd area to take a look at the two ACW superstars.
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:41:24 GMT -5
Segment: Hey, You're not supposed to be here! Part III (Credit: Latino)
As the camera cuts back to arena the fans are all live wired for the rest of tonight’s show. Various of them are eagerly anticipating what match could be next despite a good portion of the card has already been delivered to them. The camera now points to Phillip, standing in the middle of the ring as he gets ready to announce the next match.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for o-
The crowd erupts in cheers as Latino jumps over the audience barrier. He quickly makes a run for the ring and slides underneath the ropes. The former Spanish Boyz member knows that he doesn’t have much. He quickly gets up and grabs the microphone but Phillip puts up a fight. A few Spanish Obscenities are heard coming from Latino’s mouth and surprisingly Phillip’s as well while the tug of war continues on. A small dual chant starts up from the crowd as they chant “Let’s Go Latino! Let’s Go Phillip!” over and over. Seconds later, boos are heard as the Chairman and a fleet of security come rushing down to the ring.
Ginger: Surround the ring! Surround the damn ring! ….Alright, now get him!
The guards all swarm into the ring like bees at honey. Latino finally pulls the microphone from Phillip as the guards start pulling the unemployed wrestler back. He doesn't go down without a fight as Latino swings lefts and rights. Ginger steps inside the ring as the guards continue trying to contain Latino. He forces the microphone to his mouth as the guards pull him away. Ginger starts yelling out........
Ginger: Cut his microphone! Cut it!
Latino: You don't want me! Fine I’M GOING TO ----- * cut *
Ginger: Get him the hell out of here!! Get him out!
Latino is finally pulled out of the ring as he's dragged down the entranceway. The fans are cheering like crazy as Latino looks back Ginger with a smirk. No one besides Ginger and Latino are sure just what Latino allows to utter out of his mouth. Was it just a drunk statement….or was it from a clear conscience?
Ginger: Go ahead! You go there! Let someone else handle your headaches!
*cut away*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:42:35 GMT -5
Segment: Heartbreak Causes Havoc (Credit: Scott)
Scott’s fist slams heavily into his locker door, the thunderous bang ringing throughout the Senatorial Locker Room.
Scott: DAMN IT!
His ribs are taped and he has a bandage around his head with red patches around his forehead, visible signs of a war waged just recently.
He rests his head on the locker door for a moment in a calm manner before completely unleashing his rage.
Pot plants crash into walls; tables are turned upside down; chairs, clothes, and cashew nuts are all thrown around with only the remnants of a violent outburst remaining. Will Anger pokes his head inside the room.
Will: What the hell are you doing in here?!
Scott obviously did not want to be disturbed in this state, and he lets Will know it by launching a chair his way, almost taking off his head. Will ducks out of there as soon as possible to leave Scott on his own.
He stops for a second, breathing heavily. Scott runs his fingers through his hair as he takes a good look at the havoc he has created within his locker room. You can see by the look on his face he knows he’s done wrong and he knows he wants to do something about it. Silence lingers as he ponders to himself and the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:42:50 GMT -5
Segment: I am… (Credit: ??)
The scene opens onto a dark figure, shown only by a thin beam of light through the window, you can see half of his face but not enough to make out who it is, he’s sat with his head on his hand, looking into the light, his mouth slowly opens.
Emperor of the Ring…
Emperor of the Ring…
Emperor…
Of the Ring…
“The throne, the crown jewel of ACW… the one thing that will solidify my legacy in ACW… the one thing that will prove my worth… I WILL prove myself… all the big names are in there. XS3… Andrew Hunter… The Senator…. Rena Matheson and the Tallest Tower in ACW…. Yoko Satoshi. I will prove that I’m not just ACW’s Joke… I’m not to be pushed around… that I truly am what I say I am… the most brutal… vicious… horrific… evil… dangerous monster in ACW history…”
The figure wipes some of his black locks of hair out of his face, he breathes in deeply.
“Let me take you back a few years to when I was a kid… there was me… Spike… and my sister Clara growing up in Temecula in California... growing up with them was good, I remember one night… back when I was 3… there was my dad David Lambert… my mother, Lisa Lambert… and it turned out my mom was pregnant… with Spike, it shattered my world at the time, I enjoyed having freedom and didn’t want to give it up, like you do when you’re a kid… but as is the case, I was proved wrong, Spike showed incredible skills from an early age and I realized that he could help me out… these were the good times… when me and Spike were in High School we’d randomly go looking for chicks to talk to at break, I taught him everything he knew about school and life.
The figure sighs, and then continues to speak.
“Now, things were going swell for him… he found Charlotte, however things weren’t going as well for me… I used to have a slight crush on one of the popular girls… bad move, she had a great personality, she was beautiful, truly the perfect person… if you know what I mean, her smile, her laugh, I was in love at first sight… but unfortunately, despite her amazing looks, she was incredibly shallow… this in the end came back to bite me as when she found out about my crush… she humiliated me in front of the whole school… she accused me of stalking, of assault and a tonne of other things that I can’t be bothered to remember, I took it on the chin but it slowly began to seep in and cripple me from the inside, being one of the Goth Kids meant you’d be able to not get too ridiculed for it, it’d appear normal for you to do that”.
The figure takes a deep breath before continuing.
“After a good year or so of harassment for her false accusations, I grew a dependency on people around me which in turn caused me to lose friends… I slowly began to sink lower and lower into depression, my grades were getting worse, I was losing friends and becoming hated, I’d lost my drive, my passion, I looked around me at lunch and saw sneering, horrible dirty looks for the way I was… it was a horrible existence and suicide was on my mind… but I fought on, at the end of the Senior Year… there’s the prom then the big party, I skipped the prom, knowing nobody would go with me… went straight to the party, where I wallowed in a corner in self-despair, drinking Southern Comfort until she decided to show up… she who had made my life Hell… she didn’t notice me at all, I just sat in the corner until Spike turned up, he wasn’t a senior but he was considered cool enough to show up, he saw me in the corner, picked me up and gave me the most amazing gift ever… Weed, I smoked a couple of joints and my previous lust for life was renewed… at least for the couple of hours”
The light starts to brighten a little.
“I was drunk and stoned… I was happy for the first time in a year… I drank a tonne, it was about 5 in the morning when the party started winding down, I’d spent most of the time upstairs in a bedroom with Charlotte, Spike, a couple of Spike’s friends and the party host, Bryan McKay, I heard that familiar laughing of her from downstairs, I got up and left the room saying I needed the toilet, I went straight downstairs, to see her… drunk off her face… it was horrible to see how low alcohol can take people, she walked out of the front door with 2 of her friends, I watched as did a tonne of people as she walked out into the night, she walked right into the road as tires screeched… she got whacked by a car, everyone ran out to see her and saw her on the ground, blood all over the place, the car had driven off into the night, tried to not hit her but left anyway, I looked at her lifeless, dead body, I felt no emotion after what she did to me… I cried my eyes out later that night but at the time I was completely cold… after everyone saw the mess, the party was soon shut down and interrogations went under way, naturally most of the others pointed at me as a big suspect… they interrogated me and after giving them nothing, they managed to catch the driver”.
Pause…
“He was just a drunken bum, the girl was wrong time, wrong place, he was put away for murder, my house was being searched by the police, they found nothing as I had nothing to do with it…. But this scarred me, I eventually found myself alone…. Again, feeling no other use I joined the army… I… skip that, I began training to increase my strength, to make sure nobody could screw me around again… It’d happened to me plenty of times, but the one thing that had saved me all these years was right down to my Hunter-like senses… my primal instincts and pure, unrefined luck had saved me on several times, this is what help built the man I am today…. All these things have brought together the future of ACW…”
Pause…
”Although you people don’t know it, deep inside I AM more powerful then Hitman… I AM smarter then Predator or Senator… I AM more hate-fuelled then Torak… I AM quicker-witted then Sarin Rossi, I AM more dangerous then Ridley, more malicious then Hunter and I AM more intense then BK London… I AM the Jigsaw Man… for now I have all the pieces and I control the future, I AM the face of the future… and my name… is Ross… Lambert…”
[Fade]
(OOC: Segment is naturally credited to Ross Lambert.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:43:20 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:45:10 GMT -5
Match 9: Senatorial Stipulations III Hunter vs The Senator vs Rattlesnake (Credit: Senator / Hunter / Rattlesnake)
Philip: The following contest is the Senatorial Stipulations III and it is for the ACW International Championship and it is also for the Leadership of the Senatorial Stable!
"Blind" blares through the arena as Rattlesnake walks out from the back. He walks down the entrance ramp and slides immediately into the ring. Before Philip can even announce his name, Rattlesnake takes the mic away from him.
Rattlesnake: Get the hell out of my ring. You don't get the honor of announcing the names tonight.
The crowd boos, but Rattlesnake doesn't care. In fact, he shows it by giving everyone the finger.
Rattlesnake: And now, tonight's contest is not just any match. It's a match where everything goes on the line. The ACW International Championship...the Senatorial Stable Leadership...it all goes to one person. And that person comes to you from Orlando, Florida. You won't get to hear his weight because quite frankly, you people disgust him.
The crowd boos again at the rip. But, as usual, Rattlesnake doesn't care.
Rattlesnake: He calls himself the "Vision of Greatness" and his name is Raaaaaattttttlllllleeeeesnaaaaaaaaaake.
Rattlesnake raises his arms for a moment and then waits for the next person to come out.
The introduction for Opeth's "The Leper Affinity" hits the speakers, and the lights slowly fade to black. Then, a voice rings through the speakers:
...and Hell followed with him...
Following this, the lights erupt into a crimson color, and some fire appears on either side of the stage. Hunter makes his way out onto said stage, poses briefly, and then walks down the ramp as the song continues to play. He slides into the ring and raises his arms as the lights and the song fade out. He stands across from Rattlesnake and stares at him.
Rattlesnake: Well, well, well. Isn't this a treat? The next person in this match, standing across from me is a pathetic waste of space. When he was the World Champion, he wussed out of a title defense. And he stands absolutely no chance in hell of winning this match or getting laid for the remainder of his miserable life...Hunter!
Hunter gets pissed off and gets right in Rattlesnake's face. Rattlesnake doesn't do anything as the referee pulls Hunter back.
Rattlesnake: Apparently the truth hurts.
"Eye of the Tiger" plays as Senator walks from the back with the International Championship around his waist. He does his trademark pose as the red, white and blue streamers and confetti fly through the air. He walks down the ramp and looks at both Rattlesnake and Hunter. He climbs into the ring and takes off his championship belt.
Rattlesnake: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's a great honor and a pleasure to introduce to you a man that obviously needs no introduction. You've seen him on TV for many years. He even starred in a movie with Arnold Schwarzenegger. He's made us "play the feud" many times...Richard Dawson!
Senator glares at Rattlesnake, but Hunter seems to laugh for a second.
Rattlesnake: Oops. I made a minor mistake. It's not Richard Dawson. He's here next week. Let's see. It's not Pat Sajak. It's not Alex Trebek. It's not Bob Barker or even Drew Darey. Oh wait. I know. It's Howie Mandel. No...no. It's the soon-to-be former ACW International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
The Senator frowns, but does not respond to Snake’s goading as he gets into the ring. The announcers’ voiceover abruptly cuts in.
Maxwell McNally: Are we live now? Yes? At last, thanks to the incompetence of some people backstage, we happen to have been without sound during the introductions for this match.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Yeah, Maxie, someone's gonna get fired!
McNally In the ring, however, all three competitors are ready to go. This match has had quite the story to it, with dissention in the ranks between Andrew Hunter, and Rattlesnake, over many things, most notably, the leadership role in the Senatorial Stable. Steve Phillips tried at first to calm things down, but found himself getting sucked into the entire mess, and now is defending his International Title in the ring. And as you can see, that mess is far from being resolved, it looks like a match is the only way these three are going to see eye to eye.
Edison The rules here are so complex, I don't wanna explain them, but here goes: you need to straight falls, of different types to win, and the guy who gets one fall, negates the fall from someone before, or something like that, but now, the International Title is going to be defended straight up, with the leadership role going to a random drawing between the falls or something, and Maxie, I'm confused, so please help...
McNally: Actually, I think you did a fine job, until the end there, and without further ado, the match is about to begin...
**Bell Rings**
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:45:58 GMT -5
Referee Cliff Mortimer nods to all three competitors, stepping back as the action begins. Snake warily eyes both of his opponents, while the Senator cracks his knuckles, and Hunter casually throws the hair out of his face. A tense moment goes by, where nobody does much of anything, but before the crowd can grow restless, Steve Phillips shakes his head, charging Hunter with a lunging elbow strike. Hunter parries the attack, throwing a punch of his own, which is easily ducked. Before either the Senator or Hunter can do anything, Rattlesnake decides to grab Hunter from behind, putting him in a sleeper. Snake cranks the submission hold on, pulling Hunter into the middle of the ring, while Phillips merely watches in attentive amusement.
Edison: Hey, that's great, I'd do that too! Just watch both opponents annihilate each other! Perfect tactics for an old fart like Phillips!
McNally: Oh, I give up, I truly do...
Rattlesnake further locks in the sleeper hold, as Hunter waves his arms, looking to connect with a back elbow, or a snapmare, but Snake is able to stay out of the obvious counters, putting more pressure in, as he forces Hunter down to his knees, the wild efforts to escape the early submission slowing down. Hunter's arms finally go limp, as referee Cliff Mortimer runs in, examining the situation.
Edison: Hey, this could be the first fall!
Mortimer raises Hunter's arm once...and it drops.
Edison: Hey, this doesn't look good for Hunter, and hey, it's not good for the Senator, either!
Mortimer lifts the arm for a second time, holding it up for a moment....and once again, it drops, limp as a wet noodle.
Edison: Hey, this is going to be bad for Hunter, and I think the Senator's senile for not doing anything here!
McNally: Eddie...cut it out with the "hey" nonsense, and perhaps Phillips sees something here that you do not.
Once again, for the third, and final time, Cliff Mortimer lifts the arm up again...and for the last time, it falls down to Hunter's side...wait...no! Andrew Hunter is still alive at this early stage in the match! Hunter clenches his fist, as he punches the mat, standing up, and forcing Snake to transition into a side headlock. Hunter bounces back into the ropes, and shoves the persistent Snake off...and right into a Washington Lariat from Steve Phillips.
Edison: Lariatoooooo!
McNally: As always...
Hunter, however, gets the advantage, with a running knee, taking Phillips down to the mat, and surveying the carnage, with two downed opponents. He walks over to each man, stomping both competitors a few times, before pulling the Senator over near the turnbuckle, and hopping up to the middle rope. Hunter leans back against the top of the corner for a moment, stretching his arms out for a moment, jumping off, and connecting with a diving leg drop to the throat of his opponent. Hunter, however, knows better than go for a pin at this point, and picks Phillips up into a brainbuster position, taking him to the apex of the move, shifting position on the way down to finish with an elbow to the throat, Final Cut style.
McNally: Hunter calls this move the “Mystery Olives”…
Edison: Uhh, I once ate some of those in the ACW cafeteria, and they gave me a bad case of indigestion…
Andrew Hunter is by no means finished with his current offensive spurt with this, and picks the Senator up, kicking him in the gut, running off the ropes for his classic Dynamite DDT…but before he can get the move off, Phillips lunges out with a double leg takedown, flowing into his Tax Cut vertical half crab hold. Hunter starts to crawl for the ropes, but the effort really was in vain, as Rattlesnake decides to make a timely entry back into the action, kicking Phillips off his opponent, and immediately hitting a lightning fast jumping powerbomb into a sitdown pin…
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Edison: That had to hurt! I think he just busted the Senator’s jaw on the post!
Steve Phillips slumps down from the corner, while Snake ducks under his opponent's feet, standing up straight, and pulls forward, slamming the Senator into the mat with an extremely high angle spinebuster variation, scrambling forward, and hooking a leg for the pin...
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...Hunter breaks up the pinfall attempt! Rattlesnake punches his opponent in the face, which is echoed by Hunter, as the two fight to their feet. Snake gets a momentary advantage with a kick to the gut, but Hunter is able to quickly throw his opponent back, arm dragging Snake away. Rattlesnake rolls to his feet, knocking Hunter down now, with a short range shoulder block. Immediatly, Snake runs off the close ropes, and hits a sliding elbow drop on Hunter, stands up, and goes again off the ropes. Andrew Hunter snaps to his feet, forcing his opponent to adjust, and the veteran grappler does just that, lashing out and clutching Hunter by the throat, hitting him with a quick chokeslam.
McNally: Nobody should ever underestimate the power or the cunning of Rattlesnake, doing so will only lead to trouble, as Hunter just demonstrated.
Snake now turns his attention over to the Senator, still on the mat, nursing his jaw. Snake tries to put the boot to Phillips, but the Senator is ready, catching the foot, and turning it into a Dragon Screw. The Vision of Greatness rolls back back to his feet, only to be met with a harsh knife edge chop. Rattlesnake holds his chest for a moment, and answers with a stiff jab, nearly knocking his opponent straight to the mat. Instead, this time Hunter stands back up, behind Phillips, placing him in position for a backdrop suplex, but now hooks a leg, clutching his grip behind the knee with the opposite hand, and hits what can only be described as a very fast, and even sloppier variation on the Regalplex, dumping the Senator with a horrendous headspike of a move.
Edison: Awww, DAAA...
McNally: Wait now, you don't want to exhaust your quota for this match, just yet, Eddie.
Just as Hunter gets up, Rattlesnake grabs him from behind, placing him in his version of the Dragon Sleeper, the Constrictor! Hunter, having already been put in a lengthy sleeper hold at the start of the contest, tries very hard to get out as fast as possible, grabbing Snake's wrist, and attempting to utilize sheer force to get out of the unfavorable situation. Rattlesnake attempts to drop to his knees, but is not quite able to get enough leverage, as Hunter is able to keep to a vertical base, thus, minimizing the pressure of the hold. Annoyed at seeing a prime situation potentially escaping from his grasp, Snake pounds away with clubbing blows to Hunter's torso, taking him down enough to pull him up off his feet, stalling in a vertical position for a moment, before turning around, and planting Hunter into the mat with a Michinoku Driver variation, covering lazily with a leg across the shoulders...
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Phillip Jones: Rattlesnake has won the first fall of the match! Edison: Oh wow, I don't think I've ever seen that move before from Rattlesnake! Guess you can teach that old dog a new trick or two...Phillips...nah, he's too ancient.
Snake looks on with a new air of confidence, the crowd cheering at the first fall of the match. Both Hunter and Phillips are largely out of it, the latter not even looking to be in shape to continue the match, as he lays, sprawled out on the mat. Snake once again goes after Hunter, slowly picking him back up, going for another Constrictor...but a few elbows and a well placed mule kick prevent that from happening.
McNally: Hunter still is showing life in this match, he's lost a fall, but not the whole contest...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:47:00 GMT -5
Edison: I'd say that Cliff Mortimer lost his glasses, that was a blatant low blow, heck, I'd give the match to Snake right now, if I were ref, that'd be his second fall, with a disqualification!
Snake goes after Hunter again, but once again, Hunter fights off his opponent, this time, with a few well placed punches. Before the former International champion can react, Hunter ducks behind, lifting him up in a backdrop position, holding his opponent in midair for a few seconds, before turning to the inside, and arm slamming Snake into the mat with the Poetic Justice. Steve Phillips, by now, seems to be somewhat recovered from the awful suplex he recieved, and is standing up now. Hunter rectifies this situation, with a kick to the midsection, and a Deja Vu running knee to the side of the head from a few steps back. Andrew Hunter notices that Snake is beginning to recover, and with a brief shrug of the shoulders, sends him back down with another running knee.
Edison: Hunter sure seems fond of that knee strike!
As the Senator rises up, Hunter yet again goes for his knee, seeing how it has already worked two times in a row, but this time, Phillips catches him with a drop toe hold, immediatly crossing the legs, slapping Hunter in the side, and putting him in a crossarm camel clutch to complete the Victory Lock III with startling speed!
McNally: Let me remind everyone out there, nobody has ever escaped this submission hold once it has been fully locked in, and right now, it is fully locked in.
Hunter fights back anyway, never one to succumb to conventional wisdom in any situation, but has a tough go of it, with all his limbs firmly caught in the trap. He tries to squirm to the ropes, but the Senator has enough control over the move to make that option firmly out of play. Seeing no other way to get out, and running out of time, with the crossarm stranglehold cutting off air, Hunter struggles to roll over in the hold, desprately using every muscle in his body to do so. Finally, as Phillips pulls back farther on the crossarm hold, Hunter leans back with it, and the two topple over, although the Victory Lock III is still in place. Referee Cliff Mortimer finds himself in a bad spot, seeing that the Senator's shoulders are indeed touching the mat, he starts the three count...
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Phillips does not let go, even hearing Mortimer slap the mat, knowing that Hunter has to tap out very soon...
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Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a simultaneous pinfall and submission, both Hunter and the Senator now have one score apiece. That means that this will be the last fall of the match!
Hunter and the Senator, both completely exhausted from that last show of physical prowess, lay mostly motionlessly on the mat, attempting to catch their breath. Rattlesnake, on the other hand, is relatively fresh compared to the two of them. He stumbles to his feet and approaches the nearest person to him (who just so happens to be Hunter) and slowly lifts him up, attempting what appears to be the Poisonous Venom. It does not come to be, unfortunately, as Hunter is able to swiftly duck the move and roll Rattlesnake through into a quick grounded ankle lock. The Senator has risen by this time, and when he sees the sight before him, he runs forward and throws a leg down across Hunter's chest, forcing the Master of the Counter to break the hold.
Maxwell McNally: Well at least they're all now wide awake.
Rattlesnake hops up to his feet and rushes at the Senator for a clothesline, but the latter ducks it and throws forward a quick kick, which Rattlesnake ducks...but which ends up nailing a newly arisen Hunter. Hunter falls back as Rattlesnake rushes forward at the Senator and tackles him into the ropes, but the Senator pushes Snake back and kicks him in the midsection a few times before Snake grabs his leg, pounds it down, and puts the Senator's head in between his legs and signals to the fans.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Looks like the Vision of Greatness is going for a powerbomb again!
Snake lifts the Senator up onto his shoulders, but the Senator pounds at him a few times and is able to leap off of his shoulders...onto the shoulders of a once again arisen Hunter. Hunter is clearly surprised, and he (much like the rest of the crowd) is surprised just as equally when the Senator throws him forward with a slow, out of place, but effective hurricanrana. Hunter stumbles up to his feet, watching, as Rattlesnake charges at the Senator for a clothesline, but once again he ducks...and once again Hunter gets hit with someone else's move, and is sent flying over the top rope to the outside.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: It just isn't Hunter's night, apparently...
Snake and the Senator, although both slightly amused at this last series of events, nevertheless continue with the match. Snake turns to the Senator, and at that moment the Senator lifts him up for the Capture Bomb. Snake, a wee bit too aware of his surroundings, quickly headbutts the Senator to escape the move, and then begins his jab combo, finishing it up with a well (and finally) executed clothesline. He goes for the cover, but the Senator pulls him together and rolls him into a quick small package. Snake quickly kicks out of it and hops up to his feet, and seconds later is nailed with the Washington Lariat, which sends him tumbling down to the mat!
Maxwell McNally: The Senator just demonstrated the Art of the Lariat to Rattlesnake, with a resounding impact.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 25, 2007 15:47:28 GMT -5
The Senator does not bother with a cover, and instead lifts Snake up and whips him into the corner, proceeding to execute his devastating knife edge chops. The fans cry "WOO!" as per usual, and cringe just as much. Eventually Snake pushes him back, and then runs at him...only to be kicked in the side of the head by Hunter, who has now made his way back into the ring. Snake crumbles to the ground as Hunter loudly yells out "MOTHERFUCKER," and then is forced to duck a Polarizer attempt from the Senator. Hunter quickly grabs the Senator and lifts him up for a vertical suplex, but by now, Phillips is quite aware of the millions of moves that Hunter can do from his position. The Senator quickly smacks Hunter in the side of the head, causing Hunter to lose his grip on his opponent and drops him. Even in the middle of the fall, the Senator pulls Hunter down, and then, upon hitting the mat, throws him over him for a monkey flip...which sends Hunter flying onto Snake with a senton!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: These guys can pull off counters in their sleep!
The Senator pushes Hunter off of Snake and covers him, but Snake is able to kick out before the two. Hunter rolls back to his feet and looks at the Senator and Snake as they both rise up to their feet. Hunter's eyes widen, and he gets an enormous grin on his face as he takes a deep breath and strikes a pose.
Hunter: SPARTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He throws his leg forward...but the Senator and Rattlesnake both grab it with their respective right and left hands. Hunter is left hanging in the air as the Senator and Snake look at each other...and then simultaneously kick Hunter's chest, sending him flying across the ring into the nearby turnbuckle.
]Maxwell McNally: Finally Hunter gets his just desserts.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: The fans seem to like it too, Max!
Indeed, for the fans are laughing and cheering rather loudly at this recent event. The Senator and Snake also smile as Hunter crumbles down into a seated position in the corner, looking quite dazed. They turn to each other and quickly lock up in a test of strength. Snake seems to win this brief little contest, as he pushes the Senator away and rushes at him for a kick, but the Senator ducks the attack, lifts Snake up, and prepares him for the Liberalizer. Snake breaks the hold, spins the Senator around, and attempts the Poisonous Venom yet again, but the Senator rolls through and waits for Snake to rise, and when he does, he nails him with the Senatorial Series!
Maxwell McNally: Terrific combo by the Senator there, this may very well end the match.
But alas, the Senator does not get his desired pinfall. He lifts Snake up and uppercuts him a couple of times, and then prepares him for the Polarizer...but suddenly Hunter runs in and delivers a Floyd Kick to the Senator's head!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh, that'll sting in the morning!
Snake lands on his feet after the initial shock of the attack wears off, and Hunter instantly charges at him with a barrage of strikes. Soon thereafter, he lifts Snake up for the Volcano Driver, but Snake slides off of Hunter and grabs him from behind, finally and successfully nailing him with the Poisonous Venom!
Maxwell McNally: He's finally hit it, he could have it here...
But NO! Hunter kicks out just before the three, forcing Snake to angrily get to his feet and think out another solution. He lifts Hunter up and attempts to lock in the Constrictor, but Hunter makes use of one of his favorite countering techniques by climbing up the length of the nearby ropes and backflipping over Snake, thereby landing in the exact same position Snake held him in just moments earlier. Knowing he does not have a move from this position, Hunter instead improvises, and thus leaps onto the middle rope and spins around, stomping down on Snake's chest!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Vicious counter by Hunter!
The Senator slowly begins to stir, and while Snake lays on the mat, Hunter decides to use the given opportunity and thus charges at the Senator, clotheslining him over the top rope and out of the ring. As he turns around, he is completely startled by a newly arisen Snake...who is a mere few inches away from him. Hunter attempts to react, but Snake lifts him up quickly and instantly nails the Snakebite!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: THE SNAKEBITE, THE SNAKEBITE! IT'S OVER, RATTLESNAKE IS THE NEW---
But Hunter JUST manages to kick out!
Maxwell McNally: I can't believe this! It was so close, yet so far.
Snake desperately lifts Hunter up and sets him up on his shoulders for yet another Snakebite, but Hunter spins off and lands on his face, back to back with Snake. He then quickly lifts him up, and slams him right back down with his beloved Red Apple Driver!
Maxwell McNally: He could take it here...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: No, wait, he's...is he...?
Hunter lifts Snake up and grins widely, and the fans begin to cheer. He hooks Snake's arm, and then lifts him up into the air and hold him above him.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: He is! He's going for the Shotgun!
Maxwell McNally: Hang on, the Senator's stirring!
Indeed he is, as the Senator rolls into the ring, hops up to his feet, and charges at Hunter. But before Hunter can so much as blink, the Senator nails him directly in the forehead with the Partisan Kick, forcing him to drop Snake awkwardly on his back.
Maxwell McNally: THE PARTISAN KICK!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: WAIT, WAIT, HE'S GOING FOR SOMETHING ELSE!
Just as Hunter staggers up, the Senator grabs him from behind, and before the fans can even begin to cheer, the Senator nails Hunter perfectly with the dead end version of the Filibuster, spiking his opponent straight down onto the top of his head!
Maxwell McNally: FILIBUSTER! The Senator connected with a tremendous Filibuster!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEEEROOOOOOOOOOUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hunter falls, folded over, almost accoridan style, and lays perfectly motionless on the mat as the Senator falls on top, hooking a leg almost by instinct. Snake is still knocked out from the onslaught of attacks he felt from Hunter, and thus is completely unable to stop the final and inevitable pinfall...
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...2
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Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and STILL ACW International Champion.......SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!!!!!!!
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