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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:16:25 GMT -5
Segment: You’re hired! (Credit: Senator/Hitman)
As the scene fades in, we are treated to a wide-angle shot of the ACW parking lot. Aside from the vehicles in tow, there is only one single entity roaming around the lot. It is a woman, wearing an orange zip-up hoody, a pair of black spandex pants, a blue mini-skirt and a pair of black boots. Upon closer respection, the woman is revealed to be Christine Irvine, the wife of XS3. In one hand, she holds a clipboard while her other hand rests in her hoody pocket. She walks around, almost as if she's searching for someone.
Christine: "Hello? Anyone?"
Christine stops in her tracks and places her free hand on her hip, searching for the person she is apparently looking for.
Christine: "Well, that's funny. I swore he could've said..."
Voice: "There you are."
The sound of the voice makes Christine jump a little bit as she turns and sees a man in a trenchcoat and a hat. The man has his hands in his pockets until he pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniel's from one of his pockets.
Voice: "I've been... expecting you."
The enigma twists the cap off of the bottle and puts the bottle to his lips. Before he can take a drink, Christine smirks and approaches the man. She diligently pulls off his hat and places it on her head with a sly grin on her face.
Christine: "There's no need to have all that secrecy stuff... Biff."
Indeed, the man is known as Biff Taylor, Fallout's commissioner. He smirks back at Christine and then throws off his trenchcoat to reveal his typical out of ring attire.
Biff: "Eh, sorry bout that. I've been banned from entering the arena and this parking lot is as far as I can go without having Ginger's goon sqaud attacking me. It was either the trench coat, or the Unknown One attire, and those big robes were annoying. Anyway, you got the contract ready?"
Christine nods and holds out the clipboard to Biff, who takes it and reviews it carefully. After reading Christine's signature at the bottom of the page, Biff nods with a small grunt of satisfaction before producing a pen from his pocket and writing down his signature next to Christine's. All Christine can do is smile as Biff puts the pen and contract safely back in his jacket and then extends his hand. Without hesitation, Christine takes the handshake.
Biff: "On behalf of Fallout, I'd like to welcome you to the pinnacle of professional wrestling, and congratulate you for taking the job as our new secretary."
Just then, Christine lets go of Biff's hand and wraps her arms around him, obviously overjoyed at having been taken under Biff's wing. Biff hugs back before the two let go.
Christine: "Thank you so much, Mr. Taylor. This job would mean the world to me."
Biff: "To be honest, Christine, I'm not at all surprised that you got the job. Have you seen some of the people that actually thought they'd have a snowball's chance in Hell at getting this job? All they knew how to do was chew gum, file their nails and look pretty. You, on the other hand, know exactly what to do. You know how to use a phone for strictly business, your social skills are great, you know all about our roster...well, heck, I'm just glad that you wound up marrying a wrestler!"
Christine lets out a small laugh at the mention of this and then looks at Biff with a small glance of determination in her eyes.
Christine: "Well, what can I say? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to maintain business on Fallout and if I have to get beat up to get the job done, so be it."
Biff: "Wait, you want to compete as well? Our womens division was always a highlight of the show, you know."
Christine: "Not entirely, but if the situation were to arise, I'll just get Matt to show me the ropes."
Biff: "That's a good attitude to have... Well, I better get going before Ginger flips his wig at the very sight of me. I'll see you at the office, Christine, and I'll be off cruisin' on the highway."
Christine smiles and waves back to Biff, who returns the gesture and then turns on his heels and walks off to avoid getting caught. Christine also turns to face the other direction, her smile having never left her. It's pretty safe to say that after a year of being stripped by Thunderkiss, hearing her children and brother-in-law die, a tumultous storyline with Nick Durden and being driven into the mat by her own husband, things are finally beginning to look up for Christine Irvine.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:16:50 GMT -5
Segment: Best. Foresight. Ever. (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the break, the fans get a brief pan around the arena, until the camera focuses back on the Alphatron. The large screen flickers on, and a golden name plate appears on it instantly. The fans instantly boo, but the name plate does not budge. A few moments later, however, the camera zooms out, revealing this to be the name plate on Hunter's ACW World Title. The champion stands proudly with the title over his shoulder, dressed in a normal black suit. Although it is obvious he is within the confines of the Senatorial Office, it has been slightly decorated to appear like a set for some sort of news program. Hunter waits for his cue, and when he receives it, he smiles.
Hunter: Ladies...and gentlemen. Let me start off by saying that it is my PLEASURE to stand here tonight before you all as the ACW World Champion. I've held this title for two long years, and I know you've appreciated every second of it.
The fans want to boo him, but they're a bit too confused at the moment. Two years?
Hunter: Oh, I'm sorry, that's right, I forgot to properly introduce myself. You know me as your ACW World Champion, yes. You know me as Andrew Hunter. But what you don't know is that, through the miracle of updated technology and various genies, I am actually coming to you from the year 2009. Yes. The FUTURE.
The fans begin to chatter amongst themselves.
Hunter: No need for the chatter. See? I do know things. Want more proof? Well...
He cracks his fingers.
Hunter: About a year ago, Dennis Kucinich was elected president. Not because he was the right man for the job, but because his wife took her top off on national television and promised to do it every night if her husband won. She has honored that promise. And Lord are we thankful.
Some fans laugh as Hunter continues.
Hunter: Paris Hilton, thankfully, is dead. She was crushed by a rhinoceros when she attempted to brush his teeth for him. He got pissed off. It seems that, in the end, her attempting to do some good ended in her doing the best good of all: fucking dying.
An image appears over his shoulder of Tom Hanks, and now this truly does appear to be some sort of odd, "news of the future" kind of thing.
Hunter: Tom Hanks won his third career Best Actor Oscar, making him the first person to do so. He won for playing a blind, homosexual narcoleptic with an eating disorder who enlisted in the military. The film was called the "Good Soldier," and won Steven Spielberg yet another Oscar for Best Director. It won Best Picture too. I personally disagree with this choice, as I thought that the Edward Norton vehicle "I'm Fucking Pissed Off" was a much more artistic piece, but oh well, what do I know?
Now there is an image of a very elderly Dick Clark.
Hunter: Yes, that's right, Dick Clark is still alive and kicking. Everyone thought he would retire and let Ryan Seacrest host his show, but that crazy old coot told everyone to fuck off, and that he could "do a better job hosting the Emmy's than that fucking fag." Seacrest, infuriated by this, called on Ellen DeGeneres, and together the two crashed the New Year's Eve party and threw him off a five story building. And he survived.
He turns slightly to the left while a picture of Dick Cheney appears above him.
Hunter: Dick Cheney passed away earlier in the week, but not because of a heart attack, as you would assume. Instead, he looked in the mirror and thought that he looked like a quail. He proceeded to shoot himself in the face.
He turns back to the main camera and the American Idol logo appears to his side.
Hunter: Lastly, American Idol was canceled after its tenth or so victor was named. The reason? America stopped giving a shit when Simon Cowell, hopped up on methamphetamines, started comparing people's voices to the voices of angels. Turns out they really DID just watch for him. Can't blame them.
The image disappears, and he looks back into the camera.
Hunter: So this all comes back to what you need to know: two years from now, I'll still be your champion. And that means that tonight I'm going to destroy Atomic Kitsune in as few falls as I need to. And it will be fucking glorious. Don't like it? Then fucking kill yourself or something.
Fitsharris: Isn't that illegal?
Hunter looks away from the camera and looks off to the side.
Hunter: ...SHUT THE FUCK UP, KEVIN!
Kalb: He might be right. Telling people to kill themselves isn't exactly the best---
Hunter: It doesn't fucking matter, we haven't exactly been making the best decisions lately anyways.
Fitsharris: Well we are faking the future---
Hunter: SHUT THE...FUCK YOU, TURN THIS OFF!!!
And the feed cuts out. The fans sit around completely confused, but entertained nonetheless. Perhaps, in one way, Hunter accomplished what he set out to do anyways, regardless of how realistic it may have seemed. Though one might ask why he didn't cut that ending...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:17:36 GMT -5
Segment: “My BFF X” Credit: XS3/T-Kiss
[After a long fought match, XS3 has ventured to the backstage area where he can finally get some rest. As he paces himself towards his locker room, he turns the corner and runs almost smack dab into a very familiar friend.]
Thunderkiss: Hey X!
XS3: "Ah... Hey, TK."
Thunderkiss: Good match out there buddy. Its so great to have you back Matt. Needless to say you are a sight for sore eyes these days.
[XS3 can barely look at TK with a straight face. The urge to laugh at that joke is almost too irresistible. TK picks up on this and displaying a rare sense of humor, laughs along.]
Thunderkiss: Erm, I mean eye. Heh. But seriously, with you back in the fold and me getting back on track ... its almost as if the “family” is back together again. You know?
[XS3 places his hand on TK’s shoulder as a sign of brotherly affection. TK does the same. Both remember a time not so long ago when things seemed less stressful and fun, where the two of them traveled the highways with another who is most notably missing.]
XS3: "Of course, there is the matter of Mister Jay Zero."
[Thunderkiss lowers his head for a moment as his own guilt drives him to avoid the subject. He can only mutter out the following before switching subjects.]
Thunderkiss: ...He’ll come around... Well hey Matt, I have a match to get to!
XS3: Indeed you do. Here's the best of luck to you and give him a Goodnight Kiss on behalf of the entire Entourage, all right?"
Thunderkiss: Thanks X. It’s time for me to find out who Exemplar is, and in the process get revenge for what he’s done to BOTH of us. Both he and that fat bastard ...
XS3: "Their antics have gone on far enough. They will realize who they messed with after tonight, I guarantee it."
[TK nods his head in agreement and begins to walk away. XS3 reaches out and pats him on the back a few times for encouragement. A few steps into his new voyage, Thunderkiss comes to a complete stop as XS3's requests him to do so.]
XS3: "And TK?"
Thunderkiss *turning back around*: Yeah?
XS3: "If things get fucked up out there, you know I’ll be there to back you up."
Thunderkiss: As always.
[He ventures forth towards the ring, determined to end all the turmoil in his life starting with this match. Tonight he makes the ultimate gamble. Some may call him stupid for making such a blunt move, but sometimes to get ahead in life, one must take risks. There is nothing more that can motivate his soul than a fight to keep the one thing that means the most to him. He’s come a long way since his days day dreaming in the desert, and If Seymour desires to take everything he’s worked for away, he’s going to have to journey into hell to do it.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:18:54 GMT -5
14K Triad (Credit: Jake Cheng) Chapter 2: Enter The Triad Part 2: Roommates
Waking up in a strange bed and not knowing where you are can be very surprising for anyone not tired enough to fall back to sleep right away. If you do notice, freaking out about your unknown surroundings is normal. Jake Cheng has been doing it for half a month now, freaking out trying to understand why he is on a couch in a dirty apartment room, why there is plates and cups and empty bags of chips on the floor in one pile and clothes in another. But most of all, why does it smell like eggs and bacon?
?: You’re up!
Jake rubs his eyes and looks into the kitchen area at the man working away at the griddle. Wing Yin, always taller than everyone around him and a closet ACW fan. One of the two people that made his elementary school career a living hell. In the grade above him, Wing still managed to torture Jake on the playground, in the classroom and when even outside of school. But that all stopped a month ago when Wing he helping hold Jake up at gunpoint; he was the Other Guy.
The door on the other side of the apartment opens.
?: Is it ready yet?
Lee Yang, also known as Gun Man, is the second of Jake’s early life torturers and best friends with Wing. Lee is definitely the complete opposite of Wing (note the last names) shorter and stalker, Lee Yang also could have had a career in professional Judo but he got caught up with the Triad instead. He never really liked to talk much and usually only does so to Wing or when he has to.
Wing: Lee, carm down, its armost done.
Jake gets up off the couch, wearing a muscle shirt and shorts, and moves toward the kitchen. Him and Lee sit next to each other at the counter between the kitchen and living space. They look at each other but don’t attempt to start conversation. Wing continues to cook the still liquid eggs as the bacon sits on the other side of the griddle. Lee’s phone vibrates in his pocket but he hates the phone so he just ignores the call. Wing Yin plates the now cooked eggs and bacon onto three separate plates and hands the other two men their breakfasts. They all eat in silence....until Jake breaks it.
Jake: Thank you, guys again for letting me stay here with you. I know I’ve said it everyday since I’ve been here, but it’s true.
Wing: You don’t need to thank us, we owe you.
Lee: Yeah.
Wing: We tried to rob you and you are the son of the boss.
Lee: And were we were kids...
Wing: Yeah...
Jake: Ok fine. So all I need is to owe Wing for making such good food.
Lee: What abourt me?!?
Jake: True...I guess I owe you for not cooking.
Jake laughs and Wing tries to hide his snicker by covering his mouth, but Lee notices and gets red in the face. Jake slides a half full plate over to Lee’s section of the counter and gets up. He puts his shoes on and takes his iPod off the table next the couch that he has temporarily claimed.
Jake: Lee, you can finish my food. I don’t want to train on a full stomach.
Lee grins and swoops down like a vulture onto the food of Jake’s plate.
Wing: You found a gym?
Jake: Yeah, well one with a gym. I’ll talk to you guys later.
Wing: Rater.
Lee burps his goodbye and Jake walks out the door. Wing punches Lee in the arm and even though it made a loud slap noise, Lee doesn’t look up from his food.
Wing *In Chinese*: What was that for?
Lee: What?
His mouth is still half full of bacon.
Wing: Why do you treat him like shit?
Lee: Because he is a punk.
Wing: A punk?
Lee: Yeah. He’s spoiled. He could be living the high life, but he doesn’t.
Wing: How?
Lee: Here in Hong Kong. Just work with us. He would be a higher rank and eventually be boss one day.
Wing: That’s dumb. The kid is smart, he got out. We picked on him when we were little and now look. He is a successful wrestler and we are living in a shitty apartment, doing the bitch work for a Triad group.
Lee: He probably lives in an apartment...
Wing: No, they call those nice apartments lofts. Twice the size, just for him. And probably a girl. Which is another thing we don’t have.
Lee: ...
Wing: Can’t you just give him a chance.
Lee: Can’t you just...
A knocking on the door interrupts Lee. he looks at the door and pretends it never happened. Wing rolls his eyes and walks over to it.
Wing: I didn’t think it was locked...
Wing looks through the peephole and stiffens up. He opens the door with blinding speed and bows to Huang-Fu Cheng. Lee jumps to his feet, joins his friend and bows to the father of the man who he just called a punk.
Huang-Fu: I have a mission for you two. Have you ever seen a wrestling match?
End of Part 2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:20:21 GMT -5
Match 3: Steel Cage Mask vs. Career Match Thunderkiss vs. Exemplar (Credit: TK / Hunter for entrances) Philip reenters the ring as we come back from a break, and the fans begin to cheer loudly for the next match.Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is set to be a Mask vs. Career Match, that being Exemplar's mask versus the career of Thunderkiss. They will be locked inside a steel cage, and the winner will be decided either by pinfall or by escape, depending. That said, introducing first, representing the Entourage, this is the Worldbreaker, THUNDERKISS! The fans boo instantly, but break into chuckles as Strapping Young Lad's "Satan's Ice Cream Truck" hits the speakers. TK goes wide eyed for a moment, but then proceeds to pose as he normally would, as if this is all a part of his plan. The fans can tell otherwise.I'll be back again next week! Bring your friends, we'll have an ice cream treat! Mom don't like it, but he don't give a FUCK! Kids come running...for SATAN'S ICE CREAM TRUUUCK!!!He enters the ring and looks up at the steel cage hanging above the ring, and then looks back at the stage as the lights dim.Philip: And, his opponent, accompanied by Seymour McFadden, this is EXEMPLAR! The two appear on the stage slowly, with McFadden pointing down at Thunderkiss and whispering things into Exemplar's ear. Neither of them seem to notice that they are walking to Arch Enemy's instrumental "Enter the Machine," leading the fans to believe that this is normal. But then again, what with all of the crazy themes that have been popping up, no one would be surprised if they're just no selling. McFadden stops outside the ring and Exemplar enters himself. The cage slowly lowers, and once it is down, the theme fades away.Bell Rings. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ The moment has finally arrived! Thunderkiss Vs. Exemplar one on one and its time to see what the masked man REALLY has in him. Thunderkiss waves him forward to lock up and Exemplar obliges. They lock up and struggle back and forth but its Thunderkiss who comes out on top. He lifts Exemplar's hands up and over and brings him to his knees as he pushes his fingers back as far as they can go. As a desperate attempt to break free, Exemplar takes his head and gives Thunderkiss a headbutt right into his midsection! Thunderkiss lets go of his grip and turns around clutching his stomach in pain. From behind, Exemplar rises and clubs TK right in the back of the neck with a sledgehammer punch! Thunderkiss staggers to the ropes but doesn't fall and from behind the masked Monster rushes Thunderkiss! Hearing his footsteps, TK ducks down and counters Exemplar's attack with a huge back body drop that sends him flying right into the cage mesh! The entire cage shakes under the impact and the Kiss Army leaps up out of their chairs in celebration! Exemplar lands awkwardly between the cage and the ropes and TK takes advantage of his discomfort by wailing on him with vicious stomps! Maxwell McNally: Thunderkiss is really pouring the offense on early in this match up Eddie. "Fast" Eddie Edison: He looks great Max. This is the best he's looked since returning. Without a doubt he's firing on all 8 cylinders out there at the moment! Outside the ring a very deflated Seymour McFadden watches on nervously. Back inside, Thunderkiss grabs Exemplar by his mask and tries to rip it off and the crowd approves! He gets it almost half way off when Exemplar gives TK a big elbow to his ribcage, perhaps cracking a few in the process! Thunderkiss falls back in pain and becomes upset with himself for allowing the open shot. Exemplar rolls and then rises where he catches TK in the face with a big boot! This is comboed into a clothesline and Exemplar has TK prone on the mat for one of the first times during this match up. He leans down and begins to choke Thunderkiss out, a one hundred percent legal move inside the cage! Backing off of TK, he allows the Worldbreaker to stagger to his feet so he can attempt another high impact move. However, this strategy doesn't pay off as Thunderkiss fights off Exemplar's attack with a block/strike combination! Exemplar is rocked by the sheer power of Thunderkiss and his woozy condition gets up close and personal with the steel cage as Thunderkiss rockets his body head first into the wire mesh! Maxwell McNally: Its a good thing Exemplar sports that mask! Otherwise he'd probably be musted open by now. "Fast" Eddie Edison: Nice observation Max. If TK has his way however, that Mask shouldn't be a problem for long! Exemplar staggers back from the cage holding his head in pain! Thunderkiss hits the ropes and comes back at him for a clothesline combo and nails it. Exemplar hits the mat and once again Thunderkiss maintains control of the match up. Not content without using the cage, TK once again puts it into action. He rolls Exemplar over to the cage and begins to spike his body into it like a nail with a few well placed stomps. Exemplar tries to fight his way free from this predicament but Thunderkiss won't give him an inch. Outside the ring the cries of Seymour are as frantic as ever as he continues to watch his "boy" get manhandled by the man he so loathes. Thunderkiss has seen enough. Thus far Exemplar has been all bark and not bite and he's ready to put him down. He picks Exemplar up, however, as he latches onto his head, Exemplar reaches down and grabs TK by the trunks and slingshots him head first into th cage! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Now is Exemplar's moment to capitalize .. and he REALLY needs to Max. Maxwell McNally: I can see you feel the same Eddie. Exemplar thus far has been schooled by Thunderkiss and is far and away from everything Seymour made him out to be.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:21:41 GMT -5
Thus far this match has certainly not been a technical display, however if you were looking for one, you should have been wiser to look somewhere else. Exemplar uses his brief moment in control to rain stomps down upon Thunderkiss, one right after another. This leads into a pick up and another choke, that is soon modified into a slam. TK's back impacts against the mat and Exemplar begins to move towards the cage door. Thunderkiss sees him going out of the corner of his eye and leaps towards his leg and latches onto it. Exemplar is pulled back into the ring unwillingly and tries to fight TK off of him by kicking away. Like a leach TK stays latched on and amazingly transforms this hold into an ankle lock! Exemplar screams out in pain as TK sinks it in, his powerful arms cranking Exemplar's legs in directions it was never meant to go in. Maxwell McNally: Well this is something I didn't expect to see. We finally have a real wrestling hold ... and Thunderkiss is the one who used it! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Even still, I sincerely doubt that Thunderkiss is going to give Jonny Hughes a run for his money as a shooter any time soon! Exemplar struggles towards the ropes but the attempt is futile! Even if he were to reach them, TK is not obligated to break the hold! Once he realizes this minutes later, he rolls his body like a gator and uses his free leg to kick TK off of him, however the damage has already been done. Exemplar tries to rise onto both feet but the pain overwhelms him and he instead falls back to the mat. Thunderkiss is right on top of him and he goes back to the "end all" mindset! He hits Exemplar with a BOX OFFICE SMASH followed shortly by a SCOOP SLAM! Exemplar now lays before his feet and Thunderkiss looks at the crowd. Its been a while and the Kiss Army wants it ... and he is going to deliver. He raises his bicep up into the air and shouts out ... Thunderkiss: THIS is the THUNDER... followed shortly by ... Thunderkiss: And THIS is the KISS! And with that, Thunderkiss drops a huge elbow right across the bridge of Exemplar's nose! The five moves of doom are almost completed as TK picks Exemplar up and attempts a HEAVEN'S DOOR... "Fast" Eddie Edison: Do you possibly believe he is going to be able to get Exemplar up over his head!? Maxwell McNally: Well, we're about ready to find out. Thunderkiss reaches down and grabs the little hair that hangs out of the back of Exemplar's mask. He pulls him up onto his feet and then with both hands tries to lift him over his head. He struggles, but manages to do it. As TK bench presses him for the world to see, Seymour McFadden has seen enough. He puts a plan into motion and begins to act upon it as soon as he hears a loud "thud" coming from the ring, a noise coming from Exemplar's fall. TK dusts off his hands and begins to move towards the cage door. The referee on the outside opens it, and as TK begins to step through, Seymour knocks the referee out of the way and slams the metal door shut right on TK's head! ~!~CRACK~!~ The sound of the door hitting TK's skull echos throughout the arena and it causes quite the stir! "Fast" Eddie Edison: OH! Seymour has just stolen this match away from Thunderkiss! CAN. YOU. BELIEVE. IT?! Maxwell McNally: Eddie, we've been working with ACW now for how long? Of course we can believe it!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:22:02 GMT -5
Thunderkiss has been busted open and now sports a crimson mask. Exemplar is not getting up any time soon so the fans watch on as what seems like minutes pass as the race to rise begins. Recovering first, Exemplar rises just seconds before TK, and this puts him in perfect position to lower a huge side slam on the Worldbreaker! Thunderkiss is down and Exemplar once again makes his way towards the door! Seymour shrieks on the outside for him to hurry up and it seems to work as a sense of urgency now can be seen in Exemplar's walk. As he steps through the ropes and puts his head out the door, he is suddenly jerked back into the ring courtesy of the Thunderman! Seymour reaches into the ring and grabs onto Exemplar's foot in an effort to drag him back! As soon as TK sees this he instantly puts a bullseye on McFaddens head! He headbutt's Exemplar to stun him and then pulls him aside so he can stomp right down upon Seymour's hand! "Fast" Eddie Edison: Things are about ready to get DANNNNGEROUSSSS for McFadden! Maxwell McNally: And I, for one, truly feel he deserves what's coming to him. Seymour pulls his hand back and tries to wiggle out of the cage to no avail. TK is right on top of him and yanks his rather plump body up onto its feet and then latches onto the back of his jacket. With all the power he has in his body, he sends Seymour flying into the side of the cage and it is this sight that produces the largest pop of the night as nearly everyone shoots out of their seats! Thunderkiss: More like ... MC-FAD-DONE! MIRITE?Kiss Army: URRITE! Thunderkiss: OH YEAH! Now that Seymour has been taken out there is only one thing left - Exemplar. Thunderkiss turns his attention towards him just in the nick of time as he was just seconds away from a blindside attack. Thunderkiss ducks under his clothesline .... turns around .... and sees his opening! GOODNIGHT KISS! THE AXEBOMBA nearly takes the mask right off Exemplar's face! The crowd is going wild as TK points towards the door! He begins to walk towards it, each step causing a louder pop! But then ... "Fast" Eddie Edison: What's he doing?! Maxwell McNally: Thunderkiss has suddenly put on the breaks folks. Thunderkiss turns his head back towards Exemplar. This past month was perhaps the most challenging in his entire career. Lost vision, sneak attacks, lost title shots ... you name it. He has been pushed towards a nervous breakdown and by God, tonight he has earned the right to let off a little steam! He turns back around towards Exemplar and is going to do exactly that! He lifts Exemplar's lifeless body up off the canvas and props it up onto the ropes ... and reloads his arm. "Fast" Eddie Edison: This Thanksgiving I hope Exemplar left some room for seconds ... BECAUSE THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE'S GOING TO GET! Thunderkiss puts all his frustration into his arm. Every problem he has been going through is released in the form of a SECOND GOODNIGHT KISS! Exemplar folds up like an old piece of paper and NOW Thunderkiss heads towards the cage's doorway! Random Kiss Army Fan *shouting*: Alright TK! You can do it! You can do it! Thunderkiss ducks his head and moves his body through the ropes. Holding both sides of the cage he looks down and lets out a small sigh of relief. Putting this all behind him, he jumps out and both feet hit the floor... BEST. PPV. EVER. WINNER: THUNDERKISS! The cage begins to rise up once again towards the top of the arena. As it does, a very worn for wear Seymour McFadden rolls to the outside, thriving in pain. "Fast" Eddie Edison: And Thunderkiss has DONE it and in true Worldbreaker type fashion! Maxwell McNally: Hold the phone Edison, now that the dust has settled ... Thunderkiss is returning back to the ring!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:23:21 GMT -5
Segment: Exemplar revealed... (Credit: TK/ ) [Thunderkiss raises his arms in victory, finally defeating the plague known as Exemplar. As the Thundermaniacs are jeering and taunting the fallen Exemplar, Seymour McFadden is blowing a gasket on the outside. He enters the ring, bold as brass, and walks right up to Exemplar with no intimidation.] Seymour: YOU FOOL! YOU HAVE FAILED ME! WHY DON'T YOU JUST KEEP THAT MASK ON TO HIDE YOUR SHAME FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD?! [Thunderkiss leans back in the corner and watches Seymour unload on his own creation, his monster if you will. Finally, Thunderkiss has simply had enough and walks over to Exemplar. He grabs at Exemplar's hair, pulling him up to his knees. Thunderkiss then grabs Exemplar's mask and lightly tugs at it.] Thunderkiss: Time to face me like a man…[And with that, Thunderkiss yanks the mask right off. Exemplar falls down on the canvas, face first, without anyone catching a glimpse of whom he is. The fans looks on at the situation as Seymour is almost livid with pure rage. Finally, Thunderkiss is on his last nerve and he grabs Exemplar's hair once more before dragging him up for the camera to reveal who he is…] Thunderkiss: You’ve got to be kidding me.[It's Demon Inc lead guitarist Ken Dante.] - FLASHBACK ONE - Voice: HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Thunderkiss jerked his head over to see the REAL Ken Dante, XS3's fellow bandmate and friend. He had a very unpleased look on his face at seeing one of his friends in danger. Thunderkiss turned his head back towards Christine and smiled a sick smile.
Thunderkiss: I think for your sake, XS3 is to never find out about this. If he does, someone's gonna pay.
Thunderkiss then threw Christine back down on the ground and stood up. Ken had seen enough and he made a bull rush towards Thunderkiss, who decided to hightail it out of the yard. Thunderkiss got into the back of the limo and slammed the door shut.
Thunderkiss: Leeroy, let's get the fuck out of here!
Leeroy: Yes sir!
Leeroy started up the limo, right before Ken could reach it. The vehicle peeled off before Ken could inflict any harm on Thunderkiss. Frustrated, the guitarist picked up a rock nearby and tossed it at the limo, hitting the bumper before it peeled out.
Ken: YOU SON OF A BITCH! IF YOU EVER SET FOOT ON MY FRIEND'S PROPERTY AGAIN, I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!... .. . [The crowd is actually very confused at this situation as is Seymour himself. Thunderkiss could care less and he picks up Ken by the hair once more.] Thunderkiss: THIS is the guy who’s been hounding me?! Man, I’m almost embarrassed for myself![Thunderkiss then jerks his head towards Seymour, laughing at Seymour's choice for a hired gun.] Thunderkiss: This was the best you could come up with!? Haha! Seriously! Haha! Hasn’t anyone ever told you don’t bring a knife to a gun fight?[As Thunderkiss continues to laugh, Seymour still has a confused look on his face. Ken is shaking his head to clear the cobwebs as Seymour glances over at Ken, almost as if there was a misunderstanding. Seymour then turns back to Thunderkiss.] Seymour: But… I didn't hire this guy to be Exemplar. [And just like that, Thunderkiss' smile soon fades away unto nothingness. Ken then manages to recover in time to give Thunderkiss a big low blow, causing him to double over. Ken then spins Thunderkiss around and pushes him…] .............. ............. ............ ........... .......... ......... ........ ....... ...... ..... .... ... .. . …right into a Shadow Step from XS3.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:23:49 GMT -5
- FLASHBACK TWO - We see a brief flashback of XS3 in a weight room, applying make-up all over his face and body. Now looking like a man who was just put through a House of Mirrors match, XS3 simply lays down on the floor, glancing up at the "Exemplar Is Coming" message painted on the wall. He places his leg in an awkward position just as someone enters the room. That someone turns out to be Jay Zero.
Zero: Hey X, sorry about the wait. Stef and I were just -- !!![/color] Zero looks down and finds XS3 on the ground, apparently out cold. Another man then appears in the doorway. It's Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss *shouting*: LOOK WHO’S BACK!However, Thunderkiss only looks down at XS3 and instantly becomes mortified. Thunderkiss: XS3?! Oh God ... XS3?! TK looks up at Zero who also looks just as horrified. Thunderkiss: ZERO?! What’s going on?!Zero: I –[/color] Jay is at a loss for words, before finally spitting out the rest. Zero: —Don’t know. [/color] Thunderkiss: Go man... go get some help! Hurry!As Thunderkiss frantically looks up at the message, the slowly forming smile that is on XS3's face goes largely unnoticed. When Thunderkiss looks back down at XS3, the smile manages to fade just in the nick of time.[/I] ... .. . Thunderkiss hits the canvas hard as Ken then stands up and delivers a huge kick to Seymour's midsection, forcing him to double over as well. Ken then brings up Seymour, who is frantically begging for mercy. Unfortunately, he gets none as Ken dashes over to one side of the ring and sends Seymour out of the ring with a Jackknife powerbomb. Seymour hits the announcer's table and bounces off of it like a rag doll. Ken then turns back to XS3 and accepts a high-five and an embrace from his bandmate. - FLASHBACK THREE - XS3: "I didn't manage to see who it was… All I know is that the dude was big. He did look kind of familiar…"
TK cocked his head to one side, wondering if his suspicions were to be confirmed. XS3 continued on with the details.
XS3: "Seymour was there too. All I could hear before blacking out was the sound of his measly, pathetic laugh echoing throughout the room. I didn't see him coming nor did I expect him. He just watched as Exemplar beat the crap out of me."
TK: Any idea why he attacked you?
XS3 sighed before turning back to his friend.
XS3: "Why else, TK? Seymour used me as a way of getting his point across: he won't stop until all of ACW is under his regulations. His next victim is you and I would be careful…"... .. . Amazingly enough, the crowd is actually cheering. They're not cheering because Thunderkiss got laid out and they're not cheering because Seymour got what he deserved. They're cheering because they knew they just got swerved and they're respecting the fact that XS3 just chose to reinvent himself thanks to the scheme that occurred all throughout the month. XS3 then stands over Thunderkiss and looks down upon the man who he used to call his friend and simply states these two words: XS3: "Nothing personal."XS3 and Ken then turn on their heels and exit the ring through the first and second ropes. As they walk backwards up the ramp, they survey the damage that has been done to both Thunderkiss and Seymour. The two are aware that they probably haven't heard the last of these two but for now, they don't care. All that matters is that there will certainly be an explanation on Meltdown. And the details may seem unclear but to XS3, they're simply the right reasons. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:26:54 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): Best. Trip. Ever. (Credit: Hunter)
My God. It's like some sort of hazy dream. Except it's clear, and not hazy, but nevertheless dream like in appearance. If I could only hold it and pull it and...would it cease being dreamy? Dream like? Dream...ness? Holy fuck. Holy duck. Quack. God damn it, get a hold of yourself man. They're look at you. Turn away. TURN. AWAY. They stopped looking. But I still couldn't get the sight of that man, tied up all alone on the floor, couldn't get him out of my mind. What the fuck? Why were we in this situation? Hunter looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and Kalb didn't seem to care, as he was finishing up the solo for Hangar 18. Why not 17? Why not eighteen? Oh fuck. That's the same thing. What in the hell? Hunter took a step forward and kicked the little system on the ground. Kalb got pissed. But without the necessary dampness of one's pubic area.
Kalb: What the hell, man?
Hunter: We need to get the next part of this show going.
Kalb: But I was like...three seconds away from finishing it!
Hunter: Yeah, well, I'll owe you three seconds later. Fitsharris!
Fuck. That's me. What the hell did I do to deserve this?
Yeah?
Hunter: Get the bag.
I look down to my left. There's like...five of them. What the fuck?
Hunter: Blue bag.
Three. That shit.
Hunter: Navy blue.
What the fuck is navy blue?
Hunter: THE ONE CLOSEST TO YOU!
I quickly pick up the nearest bag and toss it to him. I don't like it when he yells it me. He has all of the effects of an infuriated chimpanzee. His nostrils flare. His hair stands up on his back. He beats his chest. I tend to be forced to please him before he flings feces my way. He pulls out a small bag and smiles. Excellent. I don't like cleaning up after feces flinging. Too messy. Too lengthy. Too...brown.
Hunter: Take one.
He throws a little square my way and then gives one to Kalb. He approaches Ginger, still tied up on the floor, and pulls off the duct tape from his mouth. Shit. That'll hurt. Or did. Past present tense. What?
Ginger: HELP ME, I---
Hunter grabs his mouth and squeezes tightly.
Hunter: We already told everyone in this area to leave and watch the show. There ain't no one around but us, my friend.
Ginger looks disappointed. I don't blame him. I like the presence of people. Less people, I want to kill stuff. More people, I want to hug stuff. They say I have an ambivalent nature. I say I don't like trees.
Hunter: You're hungry, no doubt?
Ginger: Fuck you, Hunter, this is complete---
Hunter: Simple yes or no question, Ging. Your threats won't work on us.
Ginger: ...slightly, yes.
Hunter tosses him one of those tiny things. Looks exactly like what I just had in my hand. Oh shit, how'd he---?! Never mind, I still have mine. Clever bastard. Watch him. Carefully.
Ginger: What is it?
Hunter: Edible. All you need to know.
He eats his own, and Kalb follows. They look at me and I, with a shrug, swallow the thing too. Mmm. Chicken. Chicken like. More like feathers, actually. With a slight zest to it. Ginger eats his too. Hunter smiles and walks behind Ginger's desk, then sits down in that chair. God I wish I had that chair. It's probably really comfy. Shit. I'll get it next time.
Hunter: So, we took care of the sex and we took care of the rock and roll. What's left?
Oh shit, I know this.
Drugs! Wait. Fuck. I reversed that. They're looking at me again. If they don't look away, I'm gonna urinate in their eye sockets. Wait. What? Don't I need to take their eyes first?
I will!
Fuck, you spoke aloud again. Shit. They're looking...no, wait, they looked away. I'm good.
Kalb: Answer's drugs, I believe.
Hunter nods.
Hunter: Indeed. So...Ginger...you ever try LSD?
Ginger: ...no...
Hunter: Good!
He falls down into the chair. Wait, wasn't he just there?
Hunter: This'll ALL be new to you.
Ginger: Hunter, you little---
Hunter: Shhhhh. It's kicking in.
Hunter looks up at the ceiling and starts laughing, mumbling. Kalb just stands there with a blank look on his face. Ginger's horrified. Me? What am I? Stoned out of my mind apparently. I read about LSD before. It stands for...Lucy Sky Diamond? No, shit! That's a kind of beetle. Or something.
Isn't that a drug?
Hunter raises an eyebrow, and then falls flat on his face onto the table.
Hunter: I do believe that the answer to your question a rather simple and abrasive...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees.
Oh shit.
Oh shit.
That's illegal.
That's illegal.
Stop repeating me, god damn it!
Stop repea---FUCK!
Kalb: Oh man...I am TRIPPING!
Hunter: Ging, you feelin' it? The goodness? The awesomeness? You feelin' it? Feelin'? It? The? Oh yeah!
I suddenly had the urge to nibble on a goat made of cotton candy. No candy farms around. Damn. I'll do it later. Note to self. Cotton candy goat.
Ginger: What...are you talking about?
He doubts us. Fucker needs a dolphin in the abdomen. That'll teach the shit. Hell, I could teach the shit. To shit. Wouldn't that be trippy?
I am Arab.
Hunter: You mean Ahab?
Him too.
Kalb: I am the Walrus.
Hunter: Shut the fuck up, Tony.
Kalb: Who?
Hunter: You.
They had given each other nicknames. What about me? What the fuck gives, man? Fucking swine.
Ginger: What are you three babbling about?
Hunter: The fucking...shit!
He was done for. I could see it in his eyes. Or maybe it had something to do with the polar bear holding an ace of spades to his face. Or the iguana with a .357 Magnum. But something told me he was done for.
Kalb: Guys...I'm tripping so bad.
Diji Hu. Or...Deha Jew. No. Jeda Uv. FUCK! Deja vu! There it goes. Shit. What? Isn't this where---
Hunter: I think I can see Jesus.
---we came in?
What's he like look?
Hunter: A bolt of crimson glory!
Well shit. Doesn't that completely defy an entire millenia of portraits?
Kalb: I think I just shit myself.
That'd be a proper side effect, wouldn't it? I don't know. I can't move enough to even check. I wanna leave now. This isn't cool.
Ginger: What the fuck are you guys doing? These aren't drugs!
There it was. The vast emptiness was filled with a feeling of select calm. Shit, that's poetic. I should carve that into my arm. Or tattoo. Where's downtown NYC when you need it?
Hunter: Oh well, you got us. But it was worth it.
Wait, what the fuck?
I didn't believe him.
Kalb: You're doing that thing again, Fitz.
A nickname! Finally, a shred of respect!
So those weren't drugs?
Hunter: No man. Weren't you paying attention when I told you the plan?
A lot of stuff happened today. Which particular time was he referring to?
When was it?
Hunter: I don't know, I told you around...like...six, maybe?
I remember writing at five. Sky diving at seven. I'm blank in between. Was I sleeping? Dreaming? Waking? Breathing? Fornicating? Damn. Time flies when you're confused about the effects of your own mind. I'm afraid.
Oh yeah. Before the...sky diving.
He looks at me oddly. Shit, urge to kill. Look away. Please. LOOK. AWAY. He does. I'm safe. Ginger's completely confused by now. Hunter's annoyed his plan didn't work. Kalb just doesn't give a shit. Me? I was just trying to survive. There were oodles of oddities in this room. The Rhodesian Falcon in my hand. The dancing Jesus. The aforementioned street punk iguana. This'll be a lengthy night. Some two meters. Three football fields? Whatever's bigger. Man, I've gotta get off of this. Quick. Like a bunny. End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:28:04 GMT -5
Segment: It's all in the family (Credit: Flamingo/??)
It's just about the midpoint of the PPV, and already with the stipulations to each match this has been one hell of a ride thus far. Suddenly, an unfamiliar music hits on the P.A. System, more specifically the sounds of D12's "Fight Music".
Shortly after, through the curtain comes the man of the hour, Mr. Jerome Carter - making his second ACW appearance of the night after the little talk with Chairman Gingerdude earlier in the week. As he treads down the stage with a determined look on his face, he receives a mixed reaction from the crowd. Some know him from his Lion's Road/PWG tenure up in Canada while others boo him simply because he is not BK London.
Without even an introduction by Phillip, he walks up the steel steps and into the ring before asking for a mic. Once he recieves it, he stands in the middle of the ring until both the music and the crowd dies down.
Jerome: Now, I know that I'm not necessarily the person you wanted to see tonight. I know that tonight, you all were anticipating the return of BK London to face Adrian Flamingo tonight.
A huge pop emerges for the mention of BK, a light BK chant circulates throughout the crowd - but it quickly dies down once Jerome begins speaking again.
Jerome: But you see, tonight - that's not going to happen.
And as quick as that, the pop turns into a chorus of boos that only increases in magnitude within seconds.
Jerome: I talked to Uncle BK myself earlier today, and he assured me that he ISN'T going to let Flamingo dictate when he would return. He also told me that he would return to ACW when he's good and ready, whether that time period is 5 days from now, or 5 months from now. But before we said our goodbyes, the one burning question he asked me was, "Why?" Why did I attack Adrian Flamingo show after show after show after show from behind? And you what? I was more than willing to give him an answer. You see, between my indy shows, I make time for ACW and as I watched ACW - I watched as week after week, show after show, segment after segment, Flamingo would insult Uncle BK. And week after week, I would watch as he would LET Flamingo insult him, and do absolutely nothing about it - and I reached to the point where I could not stand it anymore. I had to do something. Family to me is very important, and once you insult someone in my family - oh you better believe it's on. So you know what? I attacked Flamingo show after show from behind, and every show I felt pretty damn good about it. I felt like I was bringing back some dignity to the London name - to the London family that I am apart of. And -
“Hello” by the Rollins Band cuts off Jerome as the previous mixed feelings of the crowd takes a 180 as Adrian Flamingo doesn’t waste any time to step out from the black curtain with a microphone in hand. Flamingo was in his ring gear with a grimace on his face and motioned for his music to be cut.
Flamingo: Alright, I’m going to end this crap right now before I have to sit through a Seventh Heaven fueled rant about how family is important. Jerome, I don’t care why you have made it your prerogative to find new ways to embarrass me every show, because I already know why you did it. You see, I’ve been in your position before, Jerome. Here you are young, hungry, and ready for your spot at the big show, but you’re still main-eventing the small shows. You’re frustrated where you’re at, whether it be with the lack of good competition or that you’re not paid well enough, you’re pissed off either way. So, you see your shot at the big time in a particularly convenient way. You share blood with BK London and he’s been put on the shelf… all you have to do is come out and say that you’re fighting for your family’s name… have a couple of good outings against the scumbag who put him out… and that contract is all but your’s. Thing is Jerome, you picked the wrong person to use to give yourself a shot in the arm with. I perfected the art of using people for my own advantage and you’re still referencing the owner’s manual. So, Jerome, since you want to “be like your brave uncle BK” so much, I’ll be more than glad to help you model your career after his.
Adrian dropped his microphone and made a sprint to the ring towards the waiting Jerome Carter. Adrian’s fists met the side of Jerome’s head with thunderous force, but Carter didn’t back down as he returned his own blows. Adrian, realizing that the kid could brawl all night, tried to take Jerome down with a clothesline, but Jerome ducked and whipped Adrian to the ropes. As Adrian came back, Jerome sent him down to the mat with a big clothesline to the delight of the fans. Before Jerome could take this brawl to his advantage, Adrian met him with a quick thumb to the eye. Jerome clutched his eye and stumbled away from Adrian, but Adrian wouldn’t let him go that easily. After flipping the kid to the ground with a snap mare, Adrian took the heel of his boot and practically embedded it into the back of the kid’s head. Jerome clutched his head and rolled over on his stomach, but, as previously stated, Adrian had no intentions of letting him walk away. After lifting Jerome to his feet and giving him a good chop or two for good measure (and a diss to Senator), Adrian whipped Jerome into the ropes. As Jerome came back towards Adrian, Flamingo dropped him on his head with a high-angle variation of his 1980 Flamingo Special. It was needless to say that the young superstar was folded up like an accordion. Adrian, like an artist gloating over his latest masterpiece, stood proudly over his own masterpiece as he called for a microphone.
Flamingo: Oh no… I’m not done with you yet, Jerome. You want to be famous like your uncle, right? Well get ready for your shot at the big time, kid, because they’re going to replay this beating for weeks to come.
Adrian kicked Jerome in the side of the head for good measure before rolling out of the ring to retrieve a tool. That tool? Your standard, ordinary steel folding chair, and Flamingo was going to make good on his word - he was going to make Jerome famous just like he made his uncle famous. After sliding back into the ring and wrapping the chair around Jerome’s leg, Adrian ascended to the top turnbuckle. In a moment that seemed like a bad flash of deja vue, ACW security appeared from the entranceway and made their way to the ring as ACW fans booed Adrian. Adrian would be damned if they kept him from making good on his promise, and with that, Adrian leapt off of the turnbuckle and planted both feet firmly into the seat part of the chair. Just like a mouse trap, the two separate parts of the chair legs snapped together tightly and snapped Jerome’s leg in the process, causing the youngster to scream out in pain in another moment of deja vue for Adrian. In the last moment of deja vue of the night for Adrian, Flamingo dived out of the ring just as security rolled in. After turning back to admire his handiwork again, Adrian disappeared into the crowd as security surrounded Jerome Carter and called for the EMTs.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:29:51 GMT -5
Segment: I get a kick out of you. (Credit: Rena & Senator.)
Rena: Steven!
She poked her head in the door of the Senatorial Stable's office, smiling towards the Senator after finding him. He looked over at her and fixed his attire before standing up before her. She entered the room gracefully, and brushed her bangs out of her face.
Senator: Why the general exuberance? This should be quick. I am about to have a match.
Rena: Well that's exactly why I've been looking for you. And I'm just not particularly cheery.
He didn't believe her. It was a complete change from the pouting princess he remembered leaving his office last Monday. She was smiling warmly towards him. He wasn't sure what she was doing just yet.
Senator: So, about my match. What exactly is so important?
Rena: Your match has changed.
Senator: Changed? What do you mean, it has changed? Did Flamingo back out? Figures if that is what happened.
Rena: No, no, no. The match has changed. It is now a falls count anywhere match.
Senator: Falls count anywhere, now? Was it not a submission match entering into things here tonight? And before that, it was just your average run of the mill, traditional ACW standard stipulations with the title on the line. I tell you, I keep getting put into these ridiculous gimmick matches...the nerve that management has around here...I have half a mind to find those two Capitalists and get them on the case, and find who the scoundral who booked this at the last moment. Reeks of Ginger, in any case.
Rena: Don't worry about it. I had him change the match.
Senator: You did what? Rena, what in Sam Hill were you thinking?
Rena: I was thinking of getting you back. Shame on you for pushing me off with a lame excuse and then not talking about it again.
Senator: So you meddled in my match because of a petty squabble we had?
Rena: Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, Steven.
Senator: This is beyond ridiculous. I'm calling Ginger-
Rena: I don't think he wants to see or hear from anyone, really. When I called him he sounded all grumpy and kind of sick. He was quick to hang up with me, and he's never quick with anything to do with me. Well, he's quick with something....
Senator: Hmph, falls count anywhere, eh?
Rena: Either way, a match is a match. Your ability to beat Flamingo doesn't change due to your match...it all has to do with you.
Senator: Correct, and I suppose that with these stipulations, Flamingo can hardly just get himself counted out...there were some advantages to this, after all.
Rena: Well, go get 'em, Tiger!
He still was ticked off with Rena for whatever she had done, but for now he had to put it aside. After all, he had a match to get to. Whether it was a submissions match, a falls count anywhere match or a legalized murder match, he would defeat his opponent in any way possible.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:30:38 GMT -5
Match 4: Light Heavyweight Championship – Ladder Match Jay Zero (c) vs Victor “Latino” Laureano (Credit: Jonny Spade / Hunter for entrances)
As final preparations are made for the ladder match the shot focuses up on the two ACW commentators Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison.
Maxwell: Welcome back everybody once again to what is expected to be another high performance match.
Eddie: Indeederoonie. Next up we got Latino going up against Jay Zero for his Light Heavyweight title i---
Maxwell quickly looks over at Eddie.
Maxwell: Indeederoonie? You can’t just go around making new words up around here.
Eddie: And you can’t go around interrupting people as you please....and you say I am the incompetent one around here... ANYWAYS; as I was going to say in a ladder match. We should be in for a treat won’t we Max?
Various technicians are seen around the ring places ladders around it at various spots. Then the scene changes to in the ring where a ring technician is getting the LHW belt raised up into the air on its string.
Maxwell: You certainly got that right Ed. Now the fans at home are seeing the title belt that’s being raised up into the air that will be hanging 20 feet.
Eddie: So Max, what do you think we can be expecting in the ring tonight from these competitors?
Maxwell: I am putting a prediction down that we will be seeing anything and everything possible from these two athletes. Both men are in their physical prime and will pull out all the stops to get the job done and stay champ in Jay’s case or become champion in Latino’s case. Ah, here comes Mr. Jones to get things started…
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a ladder match, and it is for the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship! Entering first, he is the reigning champion, this is Jay Zero!
Of all themes in the world, the one that accompanies Zero down to the ring is Cannibal Corpse's "I Cum Blood." If anyone in attendance understood the vocals, what they would understand is the first few lines of it, and they're the LEAST obscene of all of them.
Swollen with LIQUID Ready to BURST A load of my LYMPH Will quench this dead body's THIRST!!!
To the pleasure of most of the people in attendance, the theme fades out by this point. Zero shakes his head slowly while looking up at his title, which hangs from a wire in the center of the ring.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York City, this is Victor "Latino" Laureano!
What follows Latino's entrance is the chorus to Death's "Spirit Crusher," and it is this, of all things, that starts to give the fans an idea of what is happening...or more specifically, who is behind what is happening.
No! Guilt! It feeds in plain sight! Spirit...CRUUUUUUUUUSHEEEEEEEEEEEER!!! Stay! Strong! And hold on tight! Spirit...CRUUUUUUUUUSHEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!
Latino reaches the ring, but his mind is clearly not on the slow, brooding music that accompanies him, but it is instead focused on the title that hangs above the ring. He gives Zero one last look before the attack.
Bell Rings.
With everything said and done, Latino and Jay are in opposite corners. The bell rings to get everything put into motion.
Bell Rings.
Just as the bell rings the two move quickly to the centre of the ring. Latino reaches up for what looks to be a collarbone tie up but with Latino’s arms in the air Jay gives him a kick to the gut that causes Latino to bend forward holding his gut. Zero gets close to Latino and stands him up vertically, Zero takes one step backwards and then starts to unleash a furry of kicks to the midsection of Latino which can be heard throughout the arena.
Eddie: Wow this match just started and it’s already getting aggressive.
Zero then takes a step backwards and leaps up into the air and onto the shoulders of Latino and goes for what seems to be a hurricanranna but Latino is aware enough to convert it to a sitting powerbomb. Zero’s head hits the mat hard and Latino gets back to his feet and leans against the ropes and holds his side in pain.
As Zero is on the mat holding his head Latino sets out of the ring and heads down to the ground and picks up the first ladder used in this match much to the crowds pleasure.
Maxwell: And Victor has grabbed the first ladder of the match. Things are about to get very interesting now.
Latino slides the ladder into the ring and then goes under the ring and grabs a chair and launches that into the ring and then slides into the ring itself. Once in the ring he lays the ladder into the corner of the ring. As he turns around he spots Jay charging towards Latino and Latino has no time to react and ends up getting speared into the ladder causing it to bend a little. As Jay stands up, he spots the chair that Latino had brought into the ring and sets it up so that the back of the chair is facing Latino, who is still on the ladder. Jay moves back and then runs at the chair, and leaps off of it and attempts a front dropkick to the face of Latino but Latino ducks at the absolute last minute and as result Jay gets his legs caught in between the steps of the ladder. As Latino is catching his breath he notices the situation that Zero is in and sees him squirming to shake himself free from the ladder. This time Latino moves back to the corner and attempts the same move. Zero sits up to try to dodge the attack but Latino connects with Jay square on the back and as Jay falls back, he falls hard onto the ladder hitting his head on it. At that point he falls free from the ladder and falls back down onto the mat.
Eddie: Ouch! That had to hurt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:31:32 GMT -5
Latino stands up and then runs up the turnbuckle and stands it up and stands behind it, closed and him still standing on the turnbuckle. He then jumps and straddles the ladder and rides it down. Luckily for Jay he spots this happening and rolls out of the way just in time to prevent getting squashed under it. As a result he rolls out from under the falling ladder and to outside of the ring where he catches his breath. As Latino is standing up he sees Jay outside of the ring and moves over to the ropes and Latino attempts a plancha to the floor. Jay while thinking quickly grabs hold of a ladder and puts it across the ring apron and the ring barrier and quickly moves out of the way. Latino ends up doing a crossbody onto the ladder causing it to break and crack completely.
Eddie: OH MY GAWD! How painful was that!?!
Maxwell: Quite painful I bet.
Eddie: Way to show emotion Max.
Jay is shocked and amazed by the impact that had caused, and Latino starts to roll around a little bit in pain. Jay steps over him and at that point Latino grabs the leg of Zero and punches him in his right knee joint causing his right knee to buckle making him fall down to the mat face planting the ground. Latino then crawls over to Jay and then puts Jay slowly in a Reverse Bridging Indian Deathlock. Jay starts squirming in pain and after a few moments Latino lets go of the hold and stands up holding his gut. Latino makes his way around the ring and stops and reaches under the ring to take out a table and slides it into the ring; he turns around and grabs another ladder that’s laying outside the ring and slides that into the ring too. He then turns to Jay who is still out on the mats (outside the ring) and decides to take a chance for the belt. He quickly slides into the ring and picks up the ladder and sets it up in the ring.
Eddie: Looks like Latino is making the first moves towards that belt!
As he begins to climb the ladder Zero springs to his feet and climbs up onto the apron. He sees Latino half way up the ladder and not knowing what else to do, he jumps and springboards himself off the top rope for a missile dropkick that connects with Latino sending both men crashing down to the mat. Latino starts rolling around on the mat in pain and Jay stares up at the belt that is hanging which gives him motivation to keep going. He stands up to his feet and starts to climb the ladder and with each step he takes he reaches up to the belt. At this point Latino starts to stir and pulls himself up on the apron using the ropes. He sees Jay climbing the ladder and at that point he looks around quickly to what he has available. He sees nothing in arms reach, at that point he climbs the turnbuckle and when he sees the opportunity he jumps off and lands on the opposite side of the ladder.
Maxwell: What agility and balance we are seeing here by Victor.
Jay has a shocked look on his face. As they both reach higher up on the ladder they begin to exchange punches with each other. Latino gets a burst of energy and climbs up the ladder faster and vaults himself over the ladder and catches Jay in a hurricanranna that sends both men crashing down to the mat once again.
Eddie: OH MY GAWD! THAT HAD TO HURT!! That was crazy Maxwell.
Maxwell: Both men are going to be feeling that in the morning.
After the fall both of them are laid out on the canvas after a few moments both men start to get up to their feet, they both stand at the same time and start to exchange blows with each other. Latino gets the upper hand and forces Jay to move back against the ropes he gives him a few more punches and then whips him off the ropes and then catches him with a hip toss that sends him flying to the standing ladder which crashes down onto the mat on top of Jay. Latino stumbles backwards and gets an idea. He opens the laying ladder and sticks Jay in between it. He moves over to a nearby turnbuckle, climbs it, and then leaps off of it giving it a frosh splash and in the process injuring not only himself but Jay too.
After a few moments of more squirming, Latino leaves the ring and goes to the outside and grabs another ladder and this time he goes under the ring and finds a table and then slides that into the ring. He then climbs into the ring and spots Jay who is starting to stir once more and is out from between the ladder. Instead of attacking Zero, Latino sets up that ladder he brought in under the belt and starts to climb it slowly due to his injuries. In the meantime Zero gets to his feet and uses the same ladder that he was squashed in, and sets that ladder up next to Latino’s that he is climbing and then sets up the table that was brought in by Latino as well on the same side as Latino and then starts to climb the ladder next to Latino. As they get up to the same step they both start to exchange punches with each other and as Jay gets the upper hand in this situation. He knocks Latino groggy and then starts to shift over to Latino’s ladder that he was on. At that point Jay bends down and in one smooth motion he lifts Latino up onto his shoulders and falls to hit his Zero Darkness off the ladder through the table.
Eddie: WOAH DID YOU SEE THAT MAX!?!
Maxwell: Wow that certainly was unbelievable.
As both men lay on the mat replays are shown from various angles of the miraculous move. A few minutes later Latino starts to stir and he begins his climb to the top of the ladder. Moments later, Zero begins to stir and he crawls over to the opposite side of the ladder that Zero is on and begins to climb as well. They both reach the top of the ladder and back and forth throw punches at each other. This time though Latino gets the upper hand in the situation and then grabs hold of the head of Jay and smashes it into the top of the ladder. After awhile of head smashing Latino stops and Jay’s head begins to spin and Latino climbs up a couple more steps and then gives Jay one more head smash for good measure, and then leaps up and flips over Jay for a sunset flip powerbomb sending both men to the mat again.
Maxwell: Latino is giving it all he’s got. Unbelievable endurance.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:32:08 GMT -5
Latino rolls out of the ring and goes back under the ring once more and finds another and sets it up on the outside between the ring and barrier. He then climbs back up onto the apron and pulls Jay over to him and makes him stand up.
Maxwell: What’s Latino going to do now? Latino is going for a suplex. But its countered!
Like Max had said the suplex that Latino was going for was countered and Jay hits a modified Crucifixion on Latino knocking them both down to the mat. Jay gets up to his feet and sees Latino starting to get up to his feet and Jay charges towards the ropes and runs back towards Latino and Latino quickly gets to his feet and as Jay goes for a crossbody on Latino, he catches Jay in mid air. Then after a brief stall, he shifts Jay around for the Machete hitting it spot on.
Eddie: WOW! HE HIT THE MACHETE! LATINO IS GETTING FIRED UP NOW!
Latino starts to do his adrenaline dance and then moves over to the turnbuckle and fans know what to expect from him. As he takes his first step he stops, smiles, and turns to ladder which gets the fans excited all that more.
Maxwell: Latino sure knows how to please the fans.
As Latino just about makes his way to the top of the ladder Stefanie looks on in horror as she knew that if Latino were to make it to the top it would all be over for Jay.
Maxwell: What’s she doing under there?
Eddie: No idea but it can’t be good for Latino....She found a fire extinguisher?! What the hell is she going to do with that?
She quickly scavenges under the ring and comes up with a fire extinguisher. And then slaps Jay in the face a couple of times to wake him up and then hands it to him. He looks at it with groggy eyes and then seconds later starts to smile as he knows now what he is looking at. He springs to life nipping up to his feet and then picks up the extinguisher and starts to spray it at Latino who was just finger tips away from touching the belt hanging.
As Latino begins to look like he is about to lose her balance, drops the fire extinguisher and reaches for the ladder and started to tip the ladder backwards and as a result, Latino lets go of the ladder steps and flies off the ladder and through the table set up by himself earlier in the match up.
Jay moves over to the ropes to check the damage that he had caused and gives an evil smirk as he sees the lifeless Latino among the broken pieces of wood from the table. He shrugs and fixes the ladder the way it was before and then begins to climb the ladder and moments later reaches the top of the ladder with ease and grabs the belt that belongs to him, as referees and officials tended to the fallen Latino. Once Jay grabs hold of the title he sits on top of the ladder and poses for the crowd as they begin to boo him.
Phillip: Here is your winner......and still Light Heavy Weight Champion....JAY ZERO!!!
As Jay’s music begins to start up on the P.A system he continues to pose for the crowd. Stefanie comes into the ring and poses too next to Jay on the ladder. He then climbs back down the ladder and as soon as his feet reach the mat he collapses as more refs and EMT’s make way to him and check him out as the scene ends.
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