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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:33:32 GMT -5
Segment: “Crossroads” Credit: Zero/TK [Zero returns back to his new makeshift locker room to a surprise. As he opens the door and flips on the switch, there stands Thunderkiss, looking as dejected as ever. A look of complete surprise rushes over the face of Zero, not because TK has somehow managed to get into his locker room, but because of the fact that he actually has decided to confront him. Not knowing whether or not he should respond with aggression, he thinks the better of it based upon what he saw earlier tonight. He couldn’t believe his eyes when XS3 was reveled to be Exemplar, and he knows deep down that this has to be killing TK on the inside. Out of the little compassion he has left for the man, he allows TK to remain in his locker room and get whatever he needs to off his chest.] Thunderkiss: So I suppose you saw ... Slowly, Jay steps in the room a bit more and chuckles while a grin appears on his face. He looks at the ground and then up at Thunderkiss with a “Are-You-Really-Here-Right-Now” look on his face. [/center] Zero: … Heh, yeah. Yeah I saw. [/color] [The two don’t discuss XS3's betrayal. As much as they would like to, between them is a huge, impassible wall; One where each brick is mortared together by Zero’s comments earlier in the night and TK’s anticipated reaction towards them.] Thunderkiss: Zero, look man, I’ve been under a lot of stress.Zero: Really? Stress, eh? Well Kiss, let’s take a look at stress. I’m trying to go around, defend this title, and build a legacy with it. Now if it isn’t stressful enough trying to go through opponent after opponent and make sure you keep it long enough to tell the tale of how you retained it the next day, I had to deal with you. Ooooh, yes! You!
Yeah, you don’t have an eye anymore, WE GET IT! I’m SICK and TIRED of hearing the same crap each and every day from you! So let’s look at the stress factor again. While you don’t have to worry about defending a title, I do! Then on top of that, and tons of other little things, I had you, my best friend accuse me of stabbing you in the back. I mean, c’mon, what the hell is that? [/color] Thunderkiss: I realize I messed up, alright? Is that what you want me to say? That I’m wrong?Zero: Sorry? Honestly, I don’t care for a sorry right now. Now sure, you may have acted on a whim, but still. I never knew X was in on that, and the fact that you immediately blamed me just said something. Sorry won’t say anything, your recent actions have spoken enough for you. [/color] Thunderkiss: My recent actions? Oh yeah, lets see how you handle a major injury and being attacked weekly by a Michael Myers lookalike and his psychotic fatass father, who later in the end turns out to be one of your best friends! Zero: Well Kiss, what about me? What have I been dealing with? Hm? Whose psychotic fat ass father is trying to run ME into the ground? What’s possibly going on in the life of Jay Zero? [/color] [Thunderkiss says nothing because he knows not the answer. The truth cuts him like a knife and inflicts greater pain than the injuries he has sustained in the cage tonight.] Zero: That’s right Kiss. You don’t know. See, while you’re running around trying desperately to get revenge or—or find Seymour McFaa-whatever the hell his name is, there ARE other people while problems too y’know. You’re just too caught up in yourself to realize it. [/color] [Thunderkiss is a man who knows not humility, but now he must call upon it. There are few things left in his life that mean a damn to him, but his friendship with this man is one of the. With a deep breath, Thunderkiss sucks it up and let’s his feelings fly.] Thunderkiss: Zero man, you and I, we’re like brothers, and sometimes brothers fight. I don’t want to lose your friendship. I’m sorry I accused you of being Exemplar. At the time I wasn’t thinking right. [Zero nods his head and then turns in the opposite direction, his back facing Thunderkiss for the 2nd time in under a week.] Zero: Yeeeah well I’m pretty sure I was thinking clear. [/color] [Deep inside TK grows a feeling of disappointment. Zero takes one step outside the door .... and then comes to an awkward stop. He lowers his head as it is apparent that he is having a deep apparent struggle. Within seconds, one side has won out over the other and the winner is soon declared.] Zero: But yeah, anyways … is there still an opening in Entourage for a Light Heavyweight Champion? [/color] Thunderkiss: I don’t know, does Latino want to join? [He turns around and reenters the room with his hand extended towards Thunderkiss. Kiss knew the tone of Zero’s voice and he could clearly catch his mood. Gladly taking it, Thunderkiss and Zero both shake on their past, but more importantly towards the future. Two-thirds of the original core unit of the Entourage is now reunited and rededicated under one goal: to dominate ACW and to have a hell of a time while doing it.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:34:06 GMT -5
Segment: Best. Psychological Analysis of a Wounded Psyche. Ever. (Credit: Hunter)
A single drop of sweat falls down onto the table below his face. He looks down at it rather absent-mindedly, and it seems to be crawling away from him. He has had a headache for around half an hour now, and it just doesn't seem to want to go away. He has had such an ache before, and all he can do is remember what he did to cure it the last time...he does not want to go through with that again. Thankfully the rest of them don't know about that. If they had, he'd be alone in this room right now. Even though it feels like he is anyways. The mind is a dangerous place; what else could make its own hell? He can sense them looking at him. Could they know? Do they know? There's only one way to be certain...
Kalb: What?
He knows Hunter's response before it even escapes his lips.
Hunter: ...that's rather abstract, isn't it?
He nods, the sweat still pouring from him.
Kalb: Yeah...heh...yeah.
They're all still looking at him. Ginger with his overall sense of being lost. Fitsharris with that blank look of stupidity. Hunter, ever the founder of the "holier than thou" attitude.
Hunter: You okay?
Everything summed up in a slang-like, non-grammatical way. It confounds him.
Kalb: Peachy.
The walls are closing in slightly. He was always just a little claustrophobic. They're sensing it. He looks down at the letter opener on the desk, glancing over its sharp edges. Who would know?
Hunter: Are you sure you're fine?
His eyes shoot back up at him. What does he know? What does he THINK he knows? Would...could he know?
Kalb: Positive, Hunter. Just...positive.
He shrugs. That self-appreciating prick. When was the last time he ever raised a finger to help him. That letter opener...it's just a few inches away. He may have a good reaction time, but not THAT good. Fitsharris is staring at him. He knows something.
Fitsharris: No, I think Hunter's on to something. You look...sick.
And who isn't nowadays? The blade is moving closer, as if it had little insect legs. It's begging for him.
Fitsharris: Kalb?
Tell them. Confess. Let them know. Let them know your worries. That's all he can think of.
Kalb: What?
Stop dodging the question.
Fitsharris: Are you okay?
Answer him. He deserves it.
Kalb: ...FUCK NO!!!
...bit much, no?
Hunter: What?
Kalb: Don't you realize what's happening, you fucking MORON!?
Ginger's eyes light up. And they would. The freak.
Kalb: We're gonna go to fucking JAIL for this. THIS. IS FUCKING. ILLEGAL!
Hunter scoffs.
Hunter: No it's not.
Fitsharris: Yes it is.
Hunter: And we're not going to jail.
Ginger: Yes you bloody well are!
Hunter: SHUT UP!
He turns back to Kalb, his hand even closer to the blade than before.
Kalb: They're going to lock us up for fucking life! You'll be put on Death Row, Fitsharris will become someone's butt buddy, and I'll probably be fucking stabbed!
Hunter: I doubt we'd get one of those pri---
Kalb: SHUT THE FUCK UP! It's all over for us. IT'S ALL OV---
Hunter: RELAX!
Kalb: FUCK YOU!
He grabs the blade and begins to swing it wildly. Hunter simply stares.
Hunter: ...what are you doing?
He stares into his hand. The blade is gone. Did he just imagine it? The walls are back to their original position. His forehead is dry. No one is smiling. What is it all just a dream?
Kalb: ...what?
Fitsharris: Dude...did you get some of Hunter's schiz on you?
Hunter: Fuck off!
Kalb laughs audibly, prompting the others to look at him. He slumps back into the chair with a smile on his face, and they return it. All is good again. The head ache is gone. The blade is gone. The feelings are gone. At least...for now. He knows that the feelings will return, and that sooner or later, the opportunity will come again. Because nothing disappears forever. Nothing.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:35:44 GMT -5
14K Triad (Credit: Jake Cheng) Chapter 2: Enter The Triad Part 3: The Mission
Yesterday
“It’s colder today,” Jake thought as he stepped off the apartment building steps and onto the streets of Hong Kong. ”And boy am I hungry...” Wing Yin was not around to make breakfast this morning and neither was Lee Yang. But if Lee was around, Jake probably would have passed if Lee tried to cook. “They have been acting very strange lately. They seem...preoccupied.” It’s been a week since Jake found and ever since we went for the first time, his roommates have been acting strange...
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Jake: Where are you guys going?
Wing and Lee are dressed in work out clothing.
Lee: Uhh...for a run.
Jake: Oh. Can I come?
Wing: Probabry be better if you don’t. We have some stuff to take care of on the way.
Jake: Oh.
The former Light Heavyweight Champion knew when the words “stuff” and “take card of” are in the same sentence that he does not want to be involved.
Jake: Maybe I’ll just go to the gym then.
Lee: No!
Silence
Wing: What Ree is saying is that you probabry shourd take the day off. You’ve been working hard. Take a day off.
Jake:....fine. Good idea Wing.
Wing lets out a deep sigh and Lee hits him in the arm and walks out the door.
Wing: See ya.
Jake: Later.
Wing runs off to not be left in the dust as this flashback ends.
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Jake walks into the stereotypical empty gym, for the lack of a better description. It’s dark except for lights above an old boxing ring. Jake moves across the large space, dodging heavy bags and speed bags and then through a sea of chairs to get to the ringside. About twenty feet from the ring, Jake notices a man, definitely not of Chinese decent, sitting in the middle of the ring. Usually the place is empty, maybe there will be a couple of teenage kids lifting weights but usually no one in the ring.
Jake: Umm, hello?
The man lifts his head up probably some kind of meditation and looks around. He looks behind him and probably sees Jake’s silhouette because he stands up and turns around.
?: Sorry, but the ring is going to be reserved for the next hour or so.
Jake: Darn, ok....wait, who is reserving it?
?: Two new local recruits for Alpha Championship Wrestling.
Jake: Tim? Tim Dwight, is that you?
Jake moves up to the apron so that is can be seen in the light. Indeed the man was “Textbook” Tim Dwight, the head trainer in ACW. A smile came across Tim’s face and Jake got into the ring to embrace his colleague.
Tim: So this is where you’ve been on break? And good thing to see you still training.
Jake: Yeah, been working on adding some moves to my repertoire.
Tim: Excellent! Well I’m going to be here the next month or so training a new tag team, but the men are both martial arts so they don’t need tons of help.
Jake: Yeah? Then if they don’t need help, why come all the way to Hong Kong?
Tim: I got paid by a private “investor” Actually here they come now.
Three figures move from the darkness into the light (sounds so corny, I know) and then into the ring. Wing Yin and Lee Yang sit on the ropes so that Huang-Fu Cheng can enter. The Asian Extraordinaire looks shocked as his father walks across the ring, shakes hands with Tim Dwight, hands him an envelope and leaves the ring. Jake’s roommates enter the ring as their boss takes a seat at ringside.
Tim: You two ready to get started? Jake, this is...
Jake: I know, Wing and Lee. And that is my father, who despises all things wrestling.
Tim: Okay....so what were we working on last week?
The voices of the other men in the ring trail away as Jake zones out. What are they doing here? Why is my father paying for their training? Since when were they signed to ACW?
Tim: Jake!
That was the third time Textbook said his name. Jake returned to reality, apologized and left the ring. His father didn’t even acknowledge him as he walked by. Jake stops and takes a chair and places it backwards in front of his father. Jake sits in the chair backward, putting hits folded arms of the back rest.
Jake: What’s going on?
Huang-Fu: You’ve won, my son.
Jake: What did I win?
Huang-Fu: I’ve decided you can go wrestling. You have my approval.
Jake: Really? Than...
Huang-Fu: I’m not finished. There’s one condition. Wing Yin and Lee Yang are coming with you and will be working for you, under me. There are many business opportunities for you within ACW. Protection, gambling possibilities. So you return to wrestle, and Lee and Wing will work the business part, and, of course, be bodyguards for you. All four of us with split the profits evenly. I know I sound like a hypocrite but that is how it’s going to work.
Jake:...you know, this could be the beginning of a great partnership. Dad.
The two men shake hands. 14K Triad, meet Alpha Championship Wrestling.
End Of Chapter 2.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:37:01 GMT -5
Match 5: International Championship The Senator(c) vs Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Senator / Hunter for entrances)
Philip is standing in the ring once again as we return from the break, and the fans know full well what to expect...and boy are they ever happy for what they are about to receive.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a Falls Count Anywhere Match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, he is the defending champion and leader of the Senatorial Stable, this is the Senator!
The fans patiently await the strange music to accompany the Senator, but they are treated by something completely different...but nevertheless strange.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Are the CHAMPIONS! My FRIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEENDS! And weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee'll keep on FIGHTING... ...TILL THE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEND! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAARE THE CHAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOOONS! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAARE THE CHAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOOONS! NOOOOOO TIIIIIIIME FOR LOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEEEERS CAUSE WEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAARE THE CHAAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOOOOOOOONS... ...OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!
The Senator has a good laugh at this as he makes his way down to the ring and rolls inside. He takes off his title and throws it onto his shoulder, and then stares up at the stage.
Philip: And the challenger, from Venice Beach, California, this is Adrian...FLAMINGOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
A loud, sudden, and frightening scream rings through the speakers, which can only signal the beginning of Emperor's "Beyond the Great Vast Forest." Flamingo makes his way out and completely ignores the music, instead choosing to focus his attention on the man before him.
Beyond the Great Vast Forest, Surrounded by majestic mountains, Dark rivers float like tears of sorrow, Frost submerge the holy ring of fire, They shall rise again, For they are of HIM!
Flamingo rolls into the ring, and after giving the International Championship one last look, cracks his neck. The Senator watches him carefully, and the two slowly begin to circle each other.
***The Bell Rings***
Maxwell McNally: The Senator has certainly wanted to take his shot at Adrian Flamingo for some time now, especially after Flamgino's antics in their last PPV encounter. Now, here...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Adrian Flamingo does things on his own time, and tonight, he's gonna show us what he's capable of, specifically, he's going to show us how he can play games with your mind, and beat Old Man Phillips in the ring!
Suddenly, before much can happen in the ring, Rena Matheson makes her way through the audience, stepping over the guard barrier, right in front of the ring, where Flamingo's guards stop her. Rena, although obstructed by Flamingo's bodyguards, blows a kiss to the Senator, catching his eye for just the fraction of a second. That, however, is enough, for Adrian Flamingo, who springs off the ropes with a cross body, taking him down for a pin...
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Phillip: Your winner, and still International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:37:29 GMT -5
Keiji Makabe begins to hand Phillips his belt, but the Senator roughly refuses the gesture, attempting to catch Flamingo, as he rolls out of the ring, and is unable to apprehend his opponent. Flamingo, having barely escaped, backs away from the ring, pointing to his head with a smug look on his face. Phillips waves for a microphone, and instantly gets it from the ring announcer, while Flamingo leaps the security barrier into the front row of the audience, laughing at the Senator as he accepts high fives from the surprised fans surrounding him.
The Senator: Flamingo! This is the second time you have taken the cowardly way out! Get back here, so I can pummel your head to a fine pulp! Get back here, so we can give the fans the match they truly deserve, you dastardly degenerate! I hardly broke a sweat, my warm up took more out of me than that match, heck, my entrance was more taxing on my physique! I will not accept this minimal effort, I will not...
Suddenly...*?*? plays, and the lights go dim, a spotlight focusing on the entranceway, as none other than Jason Freeman steps out, microphone in hand.
Freeman: Senator! I told you I was going to get a match! And this is the time! I'm ready, the people want to see it, and you can't turn me down now!
Senator: This keeps getting better and better! First, Flamingo gives me the easiest win of my career, and now, you show up! Mr. Freeman, to tell the truth, you met me at just the wrong moment...see, after what Flamingo did, I am itching so much for a good, competitive match, that I might just take you up on your offer...but if you lose here, I had better not hear another word from you about a match, ever again, understand?
Freeman: I don't care, I'm gonna win, so that doesn't matter, you better just be ready to pick yourself off the mat.
Senator: Fine, let the games begin...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:38:02 GMT -5
Jason Freeman vs. Senator Steve Phillips: Non Title (Credit: Senator)
Freeman makes his way down to the ring, steps up on the apron, and vaults over the top rope into the ring, and before the bell can even ring, he blasts the Senator in the head with a running elbow!
***Bell Rings***
Maxwell McNally: This was certainly an impromptu decision, but ACW management has told me over the headset that they are all too happy to let this match take place, after the debacle that just occured. Freeman is a man out for respect, and has been determined to get the Senator into the ring over the last month. He may have lost several matches to Phillips in the past, but Freeman has been extremely confident as of late that he has found a way to defeat his former leader.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Yeah, and I bet he found some weakness, some way to beat the old man! Freeman's got him scouted out, and he just took an early advantage with that elbow...
In the ring, Freeman knocks the Senator into the ropes with overhand right hands, and sends his opponent through the ropes with a quick dropkick. Phillips lands on the apron, blocking an attempt for a suplex back into the ring, but instead reverses it, with Freeman landing on the outside floor! The Senator hops off the apron, picking Freeman up, shoving him into the barrier, and slamming a brutal knife-edge chop into his chest. As his opponent stumbles forward, Phillips uses the momentum to throw him back into the ring, and steps back up onto the apron. Freeman, for his part, jumps up to his feet in an instant, and with a quick dropkick, sends the action back to the outside, and the Senator flies into the guard barrier on impact. Referee Keiji Makabe, still around from the last match, does not start the ten count, as Freeman leaves the ring, grabbing the Senator, placing him against the corner post. Like quicksilver, Freeman jumps into the ring, up onto the top turnbuckle, and jumps off, tucking his legs in, and extends them right into the back of the Senator's head as he decends, somersaulting off of the mule kick into a rolling recovery on the concrete floor.
Edison: Amazing, simply amazing! He calls that the Freeflight, and that's one of the craziest moves you'll ever see around here, or anywhere!
As spectacular as the Freeflight was, it is not enough to keep the Senator stunned for long, and as Freeman turns around, Phillips catches him with a vicious Washington Lariat on the Arena floor.
Edison: Lariatooooo! Sorry, Maxie, can't help myself....
At this point, Makabe finds it necessary to get the action back to the ring, and begins the ten count...
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Freeman, holding his head, is the first to his feet, as he walks to the ring.
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Jason Freeman re-enters the ring, just as Phillips shakes off his own cobwebs, and makes his own way over to the edge of the apron. Makabe stops the ten count as the Senator rolls into the ring, and keeps Freeman off for a moment as he recovers. As the referee backs away, Jason Freeman rushes in, going for a kick to the gut, but Phillips catches the boot at the last moment, countering it into a dragon screw. Freeman rolls back to his feet, but the Senator meets him with a hard elbow smash as he does so, repeating the strike several times, and simply snaps, throwing alternating elbows until his opponent drops to a knee, and finishes the sudden barrage with a short knee to the face. Phillips considers pinning for a moment, but instead runs off the ropes, and on the return, leaps into the air, dropping a double knee press on his opponent's head. This time, the Senator does go for the pin...
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McNally: Been a long time since we've seen the original Victory Lock I from Senator Phillips...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:38:41 GMT -5
Jason Freeman struggles in the hold, but it appears that his scouting has paid off, as he pushes off the mat with both feet, flipping forward into a heavily modified jackknife pin...
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Edison: Now that's a REAL referee, he's not going to go for a lame disqualification off of that...Freeman knew that the ref wasn't going to stop the match when he did that!
An aggrivated Senator paces around the ring for a moment, stretching out his groin area, and immediatly heads towards his opponent. Freeman, surprisingly, does not roll out of the ring, but pre-emptively throws a knife-edge chop of his own, and bravely holds out his own chest.
McNally: This is an ill-advised tactic to say the least...
Sure enough, the resulting chop staggers Freeman back, into the ropes, while Phillips motions for his opponent to return the favor, with a borderline cocky look on his face. Freeman, after clenching his beet-red chest, throws a chop back, Phillips asking for another one, which Freeman delivers to little effect. Freeman throws about ten more successive chops, but is unable to so much as knock the Senator back more than a step. Frustrated, and a bit desparate, Jason Freeman rushes forward, hitting a blindingly fast Glory Driver sheer drop STO, spiking the Senator on the top of his head with the delivery of the move.
Edison: Ouch, ouch, ouch! Not the sort of move you want to take when you already have a history of head injuries!
Freeman picks his opponent up, but the Senator catches him with a back elbow on the rise, and hammer throws him into the ropes. Phillips catches his opponent with a go behind side waistlock on the way back, clearly going for his Demon Killer backdrop suplex, but Freeman is not about to be caught by the Senator's newest finisher, and uses a side headlock takedown to prevent the move from being completed. From there, Freeman transfers the headlock into a sleeper hold, standing back up, and begins to swing Phillips around into a neckbreaker drop for his Out of Nowhere...but the Senator now demonstrates his adeeptness at the counter, spinning around at the apex of the transition, hooking his opponents arm, and dropping to the mat, right into a backslide pin...
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McNally: That was very close to being a three count, the backslide pin has finished many people here in ACW, but Freeman escaped it, this time.
The Senator does not allow his opponent to rest, lifting him up, and without warning, goes for his Deadline horizontal chop to the throat, but Freeman ducks under the deadly strike, dropkicking Phillips in the midsection as he returns, and motioning for a "finish," goes to lift him into a powerbomb. The Senator, though, is able to prevent this, and now pulls Freeman up into position for the Polarizer, his version of the Schwein...Freeman, wildly kicking his legs, catches Phillips in the head on the way up with a knee to the head, and is able to fall back, regaining his footing. The former International champion lifts the current champ up onto his shoulders, dropping him back in position for a cross powerbomb...but instead brings his opponent straight over and down into a horrific
Edison: Journey's End!!! DAAAANNNNGEROUSSSSSS!!!!
Freeman rolls the Senator over, into a pin...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:39:43 GMT -5
Edison: I can't hardly believe he kicked out again! Although at this point, I suppose Phillips is so braindead and senile that he'd kick out of a gunshot!
Jason Freeman, amazed at the kickout, runs off the ropes with a burst of momentum, running a knee into the side of the Senator's head on the return. Motioning again, emphatically, for a finish, Freeman picks his opponent up off the mat, and now puts the Senator on the top turnbuckle, facing the corner post. Freeman carefully climbs up the ropes behind his opponent, hitting him in the back of the head with an elbow, and a headbutt to the base of the neck. With Phillips properly stunned, Jason Freeman reaches up hooking one arm, and then the other, completing a full nelson, then pushing up, forcing the Senator to a standing position in the turnbuckles...
McNally: Something very big and very frightful is about to take place here...
Freeman takes one last moment to brace every last muscle, before pushing off the corner, into an avalanche Dragon suplex...but instead of releasing the move, Freeman overshoots, the momentum taking both men into a backflip off the corner, Freeman holding onto the full nelson, as the two plummet towards the mat...
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAANGERRRRRRRRRROUSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Edison's commentary is quite accurate, as the Senator lands chest first onto the ring, Freeman's full nelson driving Phillips' face into the mat, while the weight of Freeman's knees driving into his opponent's back knock the wind out of the International champion.
McNally: I don't believe I have ever seen a move quite like that ever before from Jason Freeman, or really, from anyone, for that matter. Freeman just pancaked the Senator right into the ring, and as tough as the man is, I don't think anyone could escape the loss here.
Freeman rolls to the side, pushing his opponent onto his back, and drops down for a very weary pin...
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Phillip: Your winner, Jason Freeman!
Freeman rolls off of the pin, and slides over into the corner. As he does so, Adrian Flamingo enters the ring, with his two bodyguards, with Flamingo softly clapping as he stands over the fallen Senator.
McNally: This could become a very ugly situation, after Jason Freeman just won the match of his career.
Sure enough, Flamingo kicks the Senator in the ribs, and steps off, letting the two hulking guards continue his work. What none of the three accounted for, however, was the reaction of Jason Freeman. Freeman, tired as he was, grabs the microphone from Phillip Jones, and wallops one of the guards in the back of the head. The second guard has the advantage of seeing the threat, but Freeman is able to deck him with a bicycle kick, and follows up with a knee drop to the back of the head. Flamingo, as this occurs, decides that a timely retreat is at hand, and ducks out of the ring, muttering something, with the camera picking up the words "intellectually stunted idiot," as he walks away. Freeman, after seeing that both guards also exit the ring, stoops over his foe.
Edison: What in the heck is this about? I though he wanted to tear the Senator's head off!
Instead of that, Freeman picks the Senator up off the mat, and helps him to a corner, as he also obtains a second microphone.
Freeman: Was that good enough? Did that earn your respect?
Senator: Umm....I must say, I am not quite with it...yeah, that was a doozy of a move...man, what was...nevermind. Well fought, Mr. Freeman.
The Senator, clearly not in the best state of mind, still has the presence of mind to reach his hand out for a shake, which Freeman accepts. The two nod to each other for a moment, before Phillips drops down, and starts to make his slow journey to the back, refusing medical help, as usual, while Freeman takes this time to celebrate a bit in the ring.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:41:19 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): Best. General Summary of Preceding Events. Ever. (Credit: Hunter)
His mouth is getting dry. It might have something to do with the fact that he was completely unable to open it for around an hour, but he does not feel that it should still be like that, what with the fact that his mouth has been open for a lengthier period of time now. He had enough time to wet it. Well...not really, actually. Maybe he just needs some water? Probably, but he is not going to bother asking; he knows what his captors will tell him, because it's their standard answer for everything: "fuck you." He's getting bored of this, but he knows that there aren't all that many more matches left, meaning the show is almost over. He would be out of this sooner had they inconveniently dropped him next to something sharp. Oh well. At least they didn't tie the ropes too tightly.
Hunter: Can you feel it?
He looks up at his main captor with a sigh.
Ginger: What?
Hunter: The excitement in the arena?
Ginger: What excitement? What are you on about?
Hunter: The main event is coming up. And I'm in it. Which can mean only one thing.
Ginger: And what's that?
He wished he hadn't asked.
Fitsharris: Best.
Kalb: Main Event.
Hunter: Ever.
He admires their organizational skills, if anything.
Ginger: So what are the three falls going to be?
Hunter points to a corner, where the Capitalists are manipulating something which looks like a low-budget version of the Wheel of Fortune. It has lots of glitter, and many small gold envelopes attached to its various segments.
Hunter: Well we have one of those...spinny...things, and the Capitalists will spin it to randomly select an envelope containing a stipulation. There’s a good couple of dozen on there.
Ginger: All of which you're good at?
Hunter: Naturally.
There's a slight pause as Hunter checks his watch. He sighs.
Hunter: Well, we're basically done here. I have my interview with Kevin to "look forward to," and these two need to get the spinny thing finished. I guess we just have to secure you here and be out of your way.
Hunter grabs a roll of duct tape out of Fitsharris' hands and approaches Ginger, stretching out a big piece.
Ginger: WAIT WAIT WAIT!
Hunter stops. He needs to act quickly.
Ginger: Uh...uh...uh...why...umm...
He smiles. He knows what to say.
Ginger: You know, Hunter, you haven't really done anything very harmful to ACW.
Hunter: Oh I'm aware of that.
Ginger: No, I mean, no one got hurt. Okay, you found my secret stash, sure. You changed people's entrance themes. You aired some ridiculous segment. And that's it!
Hunter: I got the Production Truck to show the audience revisionist French cinema in between matches.
Ginger: ...really?
Hunter: Yeah.
Ginger: ...well...that's still not harmful.
Hunter: Depends on the film.
Ginger: My point is that we can put this all behind us! All you have to do is untie my, go wrestle your match, and everything will be as good as new! What do you say?
Hunter stands over Ginger in a very relaxed manner. His fingers toy with the duct tape as the Capitalists look over him. After a moment of silence, he shrugs.
Hunter: Nah.
That said, he pulls the duct tape over Ginger's mouth, much to the chagrin of the latter. He flails around wildly, but the other three men ignore him. Hunter motions to the Capitalists, who unlock the door, look around, and promptly leave the room. Hunter look back down at Ginger and does a quick, toying salute before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. Just like that, they're gone. But that poses an issue. Who will save him now?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:42:09 GMT -5
OTA Segment “Thunderkiss: The Real World. Finale" Credit: T-Kiss [Frantically rushing to the seen of the “incident,” Ken rolls into the parking lot of Cheerleaders with the sound of sirens blaring not far behind. Easily noticing Thunderkiss based on his size and mannerisms, he pulls right up beside him and rolls down his window.] Ken: Quick. Get in. [Ken reaches over to the passenger car door and opens it up. TK leaps in and Ken hits the gas in an attempt to “get the hell out of Dodge.” Though he is happy to find TK, in almost a parent like way, he begins to scold him.] Ken: What an EARTH where you thinking?! Thunderkiss: What, you want me to sit at home all day? Screw that! I need to be among all my peoples. Ken: Look TK, this place isn’t like the ACW world! Doing things like beating people up or inappropriately touching others can get you in BIG trouble! Thunderkiss: Oh come on, who’s going to stop me?Ken: TK, you just don’t understand. We have strict laws ... anarchy doesn’t rule here. If you would have been caught back there, they would have locked you away. Thunderkiss: Ken.Ken: Yes? Thunderkiss: This place sucks.Ken *sighing*: I can’t argue with you Teeks. Not at all. [Ken is a focused driver and his eyes never leave the road. However, after a whole minute of silence, he cannot help but shift his sight over at TK to see what’s going on with him. Sitting still, Thunderkiss realizes his creators attention is focused solely on him, and as a response, he only has the following request to say.] Thunderkiss: Please send me home. [The tension heightens as soon as both men return home. Together they instantly begin pacing their minds into a hole so deep that its quite possible they may not be able to climb out. As Ken dwells over theory upon theory, he becomes agitated by TK’s presence as he keeps hanging over him, as if he was putting “pressure” on him to find an answer.] Ken: I wish you would have made you more patient! Thunderkiss: Oh yeah?! I wish you would have made me with two foot dick!Ken: Hey ... wait a minute. [An idea hits Ken so hard that a virtual lightbulb almost pops up above his head. He turns to his computer and opens up word. His eager fingers can barely keep their focus as they peck the following onto the key board.] Thunderkiss leaped into the air. [At that moment, Thunderkiss leaps up into the air, almost against his own will. As he lands, his mouth jaw drops in both astonishment and confusion.] Thunderkiss: What the hell...?! What did you just do.Ken: Well, I think I figured a way out to send you home big guy. That’s what I just did. [Ken explains the logic to Thunderkiss. Whatever he types on his computer is what happens to Thunderkiss. It has worked this way in the “other” world and apparently it still holds true even though TK has crossed over to his own. If Ken were to “type” Thunderkiss home, it very well may happen. Though both men are ecstatic at this prediction, the revelation that their time together may soon be coming to an end suddenly pops into their minds. Both look at each other with awkwardness, neither knowing just how to convey their feelings. ] Thunderkiss: Well, uh, it’s been nice knowing you god.Ken: ..... Thunderkiss: Sorry. I mean Ken. [Ken just nods. Knowing Thunderkiss better than anyone, this is just as good as a “thank you for making me.” He may be a pain in the ass in real life, but he certainly has a weak spot for the big buffoon and will certainly miss him.] Ken: You as well TK. You as well. But hey, lets not get all “mushy” just yet. This very well may not work. [Ken repositions himself in front of the computer and turns around one last time to look at TK. TK nods his head that he is ready and the experiment begins.] After spending a few days in another reality, Thunderkiss finally returned home to his own. [It is done. Too nervous to look behind him, Ken just lowers his head and waits. Then suddenly -] Thunderkiss *shouting*: It’s working! Yes! It’s working![His voice becomes fainter with each passing word, and amazingly, he becomes more transparent by the second. This continues until just a shade of his reflection remains, just enough of presence left to deliver one final message.] Thunderkiss: Bye Ken! Man, the guys won’t believe this! [Ken watches him fade away back to the reality in which he came from. Turning back around, he cant help but smirk as he adds in one final line.] Ken: No. No they won’t. Once he returned, Thunderkiss remembered nothing about his venture outside the ACW reality. Nothing at all. [END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:43:27 GMT -5
Segment: Best. Interview. Ever. (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the fans are forced to quickly shield their eyes from the bright, golden light that blinds them. And this light, naturally, comes from the brightest of all substances: Hunter's ACW World Championship belt, polished, as always, for hours upon hours by the champion himself. The camera zooms out to show his proud face, albeit showing some signs of distress. Kevin Anderson stands to the champion's right, holding a microphone high, as always. A little red dot appears on his forehead, and although usually one would think that there is a sniper within the general vicinity, all this means is that Kevin is a tad too sweaty for the day. He wipes his forehead briefly and then smiles, beginning his address quickly.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with ACW's World Champion, Andrew Hunter, who in a few moments will go out there and defend his championship belt against Atomic Kitsune in a Two Out of Three Falls Match. Hunter, your thoughts?
Hunter dramatically wipes his hair out of his face and begins.
Hunter: My thoughts are on how much champagne I'll be drinking after my victory, Kevin, not on the match itself.
Kevin: But...don't the stipulations worry you? You're basically wrestling three matches.
Hunter: Way to no sell the two falls concept, Kev. But no, they don't worry me. I know what the falls are, and, to say the least, it will NOT be a challenge for me.
Kevin: Can you tell us the stipulations?
Hunter: I can...
He drifts off slightly.
Hunter: ...but I won't. You'll know in a moment, don't worry.
Kevin: And how do you feel about facing Atomic for likely the tenth or so time in your career?
Hunter: Basically the same answer, my friend: I'm not worried at all, because I know her like the back of my hand. And as much as she'd love to think that she knows me like the back of her hand, she really doesn't. Not my wrestling style, at least. I adapt; that's my biggest skill. I will always change everything about myself to better confuse my opponent. And I'll sure as hell use that to my advantage.
Kevin: Anything else?
Hunter: Well, yeah. I don't suck. In both terms.
Kevin rolls his eyes as Hunter puts on one of his trademark smirks.
Kevin: Just one more question, Hunter. If you're so confident that you'll win, do you have any plans for what you'll do after this show?
Hunter: Cure cancer, bring an end to the writer's strike, write a couple of screenplays, record a technical melodic dragoncore album with jazzy death metal influences, knock out the Pope, and nuke Iran. Anything else?
Kevin shakes his head, and Hunter throws out a little smile before disappearing off camera. Kevin sighs, and the cameraman does not even need the cut throat signal. He knows what to do.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:44:06 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Heavyweight Championship - Two out of Three Falls Match Hunter(c) vs Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune (Credit: Hunter/AK)
As we return from the final break of the evening, the lights dim, and Philip enters the ring, signaling the start of the main event. And oh what a main event it will be.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, we have reached the main event of the evening! This match will be a two out of three falls match, and it will be for the ACW World Championship. Introducing first, accompanied by the Capitalists, he is the defending World Champion, this is...HUNTER!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers to no one's surprise as Hunter makes his way out to the ring, the Capitalists in to. The fans boo loudly as Hunter poses with his title on the stage, not paying any attention to the Capitalists as they fumble with attempting to keep all of the small papers with stipulations inside the spinny thing.
FOOLS! I cast you all aside! Your bullets harm me not! I am HERESY, BLAZING HELL! The embodiment of all you fear! I AM ALL WHICH YOU CAN NEVER BE! A truth revealing...HATE MACHINE!
Hunter makes his way into the ring as the Capitalists position themselves and the spinny thing to the side of the ring. The lights dim again, and his theme fades away.
Philip: And the challenger, from London, England, this is...ATOMIC KITSUNE!
To no one's surprise once again, AK's regular theme does not hit the speakers, and it is instead replaced by, of all things, "Big Bottom" by Spinal Tap.
Big Bottom! Big Bottom! Talk about BUM CAKES, My girl's got 'em! Big Bottom, Drive me OUT OF MY MIND! How could I leave this...BEHIND?
Walking out from the entrance, AK pauses, as if working out precisely what theme she’s been “graced” with, and then nods a little before striding down to the ring. She reaches it with a slight smile on her face and looks across at Hunter, who pats his title a few times and looks at her while shaking his head.
Philip exits the ring as head referee Raymond Allen Fleming enters, and takes Hunter’s belt, passing it to the outside. He eyes the Capitalists with a look which suggests he doesn’t entirely approve of such fripperies, and though he’s not wearing a microphone he is clearly telling the duo to make the spin for the first selection.
Puffing his chest out, Kalb reaches out, and sets the wheel in motion. His hand hovers over it, which leads many of the more skeptical fans to twig at once that he wants to stop it in a particular place… but before he can do so, a critical flaw in the equipment is revealed, and Hunter’s eyes widen as the wheel shimmies forward on its central peg – and promptly falls right off.
Maxwell McNally: Heh, they don’t make those gizmos like they used to…
RAF scowls as envelopes scatter all over the floor, a few drifting into the ring. The Capitalists scramble to try and pick them up, but their careful arrangement has gone totally to pot. Unwilling to hang around and wait for them, RAF scoops up one of the envelopes from the map, kicks the others away, and opens it up. He raises his eyebrows, but pockets the envelope before showing the slip to both competitors. At once Hunter starts to protest, but AK grins, and RAF will brook no argument. He signals for the bell.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:45:31 GMT -5
"Fast" Eddie Edison: So what’s the first stipulation?
Maxwell McNally: I guess we’re supposed to try and work it out for ourselves, Eddie. This should be interesting….
Looking sheepish, the Capitalists start to reassemble the Spinny Thing; Hunter has no time to berate them for their incompetence, as AK goes straight on the attack, not adverse in the least to taking advantage of their bungling. Hunter takes a couple of sharp kicks to the ribs before he gets his head properly into the match, and comes back strongly with a series of powerful forearm blows. AK reels back against the ropes and at once Hunter tries to clothesline her over; AK ducks under it and lashes out behind with a powerful Mule Kick, but she only strikes Hunter in the chest, and he is able to stay upright. AK rolls forward, and Hunter keeps close, so that as AK turns around Hunter is able to execute a neat suplex. The crowd winces as she hits the mat hard, and Hunter puts the boot in a couple of times, following up with an elbow drop. Rather than pinning, however, he gets up quickly, and AK tries to do the same.
Maxwell McNally: Hmm… I don’t think this fall can be won with a pin, else Hunter would surely have tried his luck.
AK rubs her neck, and slips out of Hunter’s grip as he tries to get a hold of her for another throw. He spins around at impressive speed, aiming to knock her down, but AK reads him correctly and dodges, popping up behind him. She snakes her arms up around his into a Full Nelson and pulls backward so that Hunter is bent over; the crowd urges her on as she rams her knee once, twice, three times into the base of Hunter’s spine before his superior strength allows him to break free. AK tops things off by planting a dropkick to Hunter’s back before he can turn around, and Hunter sprawls on to his front; AK grasps his ankle, and twists it, stomping on the back of his knee and thigh as she does so. Once again though, Hunter is able to break away quite easily, and AK does not expend energy trying to keep him in place.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: That would have been a great opportunity to attempt a submission, or at least work toward one. Does that mean we can rule that out, too?
Maxwell McNally: I don’t know, but I think you could be right, Eddie.
Eager to get the match back under his control, Hunter whips AK to the ropes; AK bounces off them and speeds up, but this backfires as Hunter turns her momentum against her and launches her into a back body drop which gets a lot of height. Grimacing as she tries to recover, AK rolls aside as Hunter tries to stamp her again; she gets up, and has to defend at once as Hunter drives her back toward the ropes. The crowd gets noisy as Hunter lays down a stream of fierce strikes; AK has to draw on all her hard-earned resilience, and finally gets a break when Hunter gets just a bit too confident, and over-reaches with a punch. Catching hold of his arm, she ducks under, twisting it, and then pivots around 270 degrees in a variant of her “Spin the Bottle”, sending Hunter careering into the ring post. He hits it chest first, and AK rushes in, going for the Liger Kick – but Hunter nips aside and AK ends up handstanding in the corner. She’s exceptionally lucky that Hunter does not have more room for a run-up to build additional power, as he charges and delivers a short-range version of his spear, driving AK’s back against the post. The crowd yells, and Hunter manages not only to pull this off, but to stand up from it with AK over his right shoulder. This puts him in a great position to deliver the Elbow Driver, which he does with aplomb, and the crowd cheers the reigning Champion with gusto.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Whatever you think of Hunter as a person, that was a superb piece of action, Max!
Maxwell McNally: I agree, Hunter looking every inch the dominant force here at the moment. But what exactly is it he’s trying to accomplish?
AK is by now rather groggy, and this seems to trigger something in Hunter’s gameplan. He waits for her to haul herself up, and then moves forward, trying to knock her clean over the top. AK holds on and skins the cat, and the pair bash one another around a bit on the apron, right in front of the announcers.
Eddie: Wait, I think I get it! It’s an over-the-top fall!
Maxwell McNally: If you’re right, then AK’s in a lot of trouble here…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:46:05 GMT -5
Grasping the top rope, AK jumps up and thrusts her legs though between the top and middle, kicking Hunter square in the chest. Hunter falls on to his back, and AK jumps down on to the floor of her own accord, grabbing on to Hunter’s ankles and pulling him out on to the outside mats.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Shoot, there goes that theory… now I’m really confused.
Hunter is quick to rise, and uses a snap suplex to halt AK’s progress. The fans in the front all crowd around, desperate to see what will happen next; AK scrambles back to her feet and jumps up on to the timekeeper’s desk, before leaping into a hurricanrana attempt; Hunter counters into a powerbomb position… but instead of executing the move, he fights to hold on to AK as she struggles, and staggers pointedly toward the announce desk. McNally and Edison just barely manage to grab their notes out of the way before Hunter dumps AK on top.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Hey, hey, what gives?
Maxwell McNally: …………….oh, no….surely not this again…
"Fast" Eddie Edison: What? What is it, Max?
Maxwell McNally: I think we’d better move out of harm’s way… this table is about to become the epicenter of this match!
With the crowd now yelling almost in his ears, Hunter gets up on the table, and tries to lift AK up. AK gets her feet to the tabletop and resists, but Hunter’s power wins out, and he slams her down hard on to the wood. The table shudders, but holds up; Hunter curses and tries to repeat the process, but this time AK breaks free and counters into her Falling Star (Pedigree). The table again shakes violently, yet withstands the impact, and almost at once Hunter reverses the situation again, drawing a pop with the Dynamite (gut kick-DDT combo). There is a splintering sound, and Hunter senses victory; he hops up and prepares for a straightforward leg drop to add his own weight to the load, but AK somehow rallies, kips up, and-
"Fast" Eddie Edison: SWITCHBLADE CUT!!
Maxwell McNally: Hunter didn’t expect that…. And now what’s AK doing?
With Hunter now properly dazed, AK rolls off of the desk, and gets up on the apron of the ring. Deciding that climbing the turnbuckle will take too long, she instead grasps the top rope, leaps up on to it, and springboards as high as she possibly can into a Senton splash. The impact, back-first, finally overwhelms the structural integrity of the table; it collapses with an almighty crash… and the bell rings.
Philip: Alicia Kitsune secures the first fall by driving her opponent through the announce desk! The score is 1-0 to the challenger!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 24, 2007 15:48:22 GMT -5
As AK pops up and rolls back into the ring, happy as Larry, McNally and Edison look in dismay at their broken table. McNally steps close to the ring and speaks to RAF, who is watching the Capitalists like a hawk.
Maxwell McNally: Mr. Fleming, I have to protest. We should have been told about that fall at the start, we could have been injured if our instincts weren’t so sharp.
RAF nods, and gives Philip a few words; Philip indicates that he understands before addressing the Capitalists directly..
Philip: Gentlemen, Raymond Fleming requests that you read out the next stipulation once it has been drawn, so that everyone can hear it.
The Capitalists look nervous, and so does Hunter; there’s no way that they can now know which stipulations are where, and so Kalb reluctantly spins the wheel. This time it does its job, and the arrow at the top points to a segment. Fitzharris takes the envelope, opens it… and a look of panic bursts on to his face.
Fitzharris (whispering): Shit, this wasn’t supposed to be here!
Kalb: (whispering):What the… that was a sick joke to wind Hunter up when we were plotting this, you told me we’d thrown that out…
RAF gives Philip a look, and the ring announcer takes the initiative, snatching away the paper from the dithering duo. Hunter knows this is bad… but he has no idea just how bad. Philip scans the paper, looks back at RAF, and shakes his head in disbelief, but RAF indicates that he should continue.
Philip: Ahem… according to the selected slip, the next fall goes to…
He coughs.
Philip: …..the person who has the most “Super Happy Fun” vagina.
Maxwell McNally: Ugh, and there I was vainly thinking we might get away without having to hear that particular term, this year…
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Never mind that, Max – could this possibly mean what I think it means?!
The crowd does one of the biggest double-takes in history, totally confused. Hunter turns almost deathly white as he looks at RAF; the grizzled veteran, who so dislikes these kinds of situations, looks sorely tempted to let the fall stand, however perverse it may be. Alicia scratches her head, and then shrugs.
Alicia: Well bugger, Hunter, I guess that one goes to you.
There is sniggering down the front; RAF glances at Alicia, and her expression confirms his thoughts. He takes the paper from Philip, and to Hunter’s immense relief, screws it up, before ordering the Capitalists to re-draw.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Whew… for a minute there, I thought this was over!
Maxwell McNally: That was always highly unlikely Eddie, but I hope that scare has taught Hunter a lesson. Besides, he is still one fall down, and must win the next, whatever it turns out to be.
The wheel is re-spun, and Kalb takes the next envelope. He looks at it with trepidation before opening it… and only when he has done so does he exhale. Philip takes the slip, and looks relieved in turn.
Philip: The winner of the next fall will be the person who causes their opponent to concede a countout!
Alicia watches for Hunter’s reaction; he doesn’t seem overjoyed, but neither does he seem pissed off, either. She gets up on her toes… one simple 10 count, and the title is hers….
Bell Rings.
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