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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:21:22 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Ragnarok 2008
Saturday 26th January 2008 Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Mr. Red vs. Fallen Souls
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Demon Inc. vs. The Southern Smashers
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Jon Taylor vs. The Libertines
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Street Fight Jin vs. Silencio
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Hell's Kitchen II Alicia “Atomic Kitsune” vs. “The Chef” Leon Chase
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Stable War Games(Washington Rules, Elimination Style) The Entourage vs. The Senatorial Stable
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Snake Pit Match Thunderkiss vs. Rattlesnake
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BK London vs Mickey Flamingo
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ACW World Championship - Seek and Destroy Match Hunter vs. Jake Cheng
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:22:15 GMT -5
Ragnarok. The great Norse myth of the end of the world has been cited as one of the finest tales of combat ever written… so any mere PPV that dares to bear the name had better be able to live up to its illustrious heritage.
And as the ACW crowd assembles, eagerly awaiting the start of the show, they have good reason to be in high spirits. For tonight, men and giants shall indeed clash in a war without equal… a god of Thunder faces a terrible serpent… and a couple of Jewish guys fight over a piece of brass and cowhide. Even I couldn’t shoehorn that one into this analogy. But it’ll be awesome, and that’s all that matters.
So let us away to our modern day plain of Vigrid – the Gjallerhorn sounds, and the warriors are gathering…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:23:09 GMT -5
Segment: Uh Oh!!! It's The WRESTLINGS! (Credit: FSX)
Welcome my friend, to the best day you'll ever have! I thought for days and days the proper fashion that such an epic second installment to a series of promo's that's playing off as a series of Luchadore's moving out of the safety of Mexico and into the big blue horizon, well living in the ACW Arena for comic results but I just couldn't come up with anything! After much Soap Opera related thought, and a consistent belief that none of these crazy guys would fit in at an actual ACW PPV event, in this case Ragnarok, flashback city seems to be the way to go! Why am I saying this? Why, what better interlude for something that will rock your world and what a better way to really get the show off the a taste of diversity! Deep down, you will thank me for all of this at a later date when Meet The Wrestling's spreads like Thunderkiss' muscular back acne!
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...IT'S TIME ONCE AGAIN FOR THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH NOT TO INVOLVE DANCING LESBIANS AND A BIONIC HIPPOPOTAMUS WHO CLAIMS TO BE THE COUSIN OF MR. ROGERS AND CHUCK NORRIS COMBINED KILLING ZOMBIES.......This....is...Meet. The. Wrestlings!
That similar catchy tune that has the lifespan of a fish singing opera tunes starts up once again as the previously seen opening portion of ACW's favorite (and only) Soap Opera, Sitcom, Reality show starts up once again! The previously seen wonders of all our luchadore-and-related companions go through their routine as they all appear one by one in front of that waving Mexican flag, doing their hypnotizing laugh and raising their right hand in the air that almost looks anti-semitic, before they do their fantastic spinning to brainwash you all into buying products you have no need for and watching their crappy program. FALLEN'S ROLLS. FALLEN'S ROLLS. FALLEN'S ROLLS. FALL-- let's just get on with the show, shall we?
IT'S TIME ONCE AGAIN FOR YOU ALL TO SPEND AN UNDISCLOSED AMOUNT OF TIME WITH THE BEST IMPORT TO ACW EVER. Prepare yourselves! IT BEGINS NOW!
How sweet it truly is to exploit the innocent who will watched this filmed mayhem at Ragnarok, and how sweet it is to know that someone decided this concept was worth picking up for a full season of undisclosed length! The show is starting......Right now? Yay!
EPISODE TWO SLEEPER HIT OF EPIC DAMAGE!
Rather then break directly into the show on this occasion, however, the screen seems to fade to a watermark background at first as a little man walks out into view. He seems almost to be a poorly animated version of Will Anger back when he was a masked wrestler for a short period during his ACW tenure, though with a fabulous mustache. He simply stands their for a few moments, before a chalkboard falls from the heavens and reads out 'LAST TIME ON MEET. THE. WRESTLING'S.'
?: Master Anger of Ceremonies here, and I'll be breaking down what occurred on the last heart wrenching episode of Meet the Wrestling's for you.
The animated man seems to clear his throat, before pulling out a ruler and pointing at the chalkboard again and again as various images flash over it. AT RAPID SPEEDS!
MAC: The Wrestling's moved into a house. Or at least they thought it was a house. A one-room house, anyway. Guess those exist in Mexico. Anyway, after settling down some Fallen Souls appeared. He was in a towel. Nearly exposed himself to children. Seems that the Wrestling's house was his locker room. The family of wrestlers moved into an arena? Coincidence! After some troubling talking about what should occur, Fallen was accused of sleeping with Mrs. Wrestling! As he left in a fuss, the question lingered. Did he? Is he the baby daddy? Is this truly the most drama related to sexual intercourse on ACW television since the debacle involving XS3 and Nick Durden in that love triangle? Drama! Will we get any answers? Suppose we will, probably right now!
As the ranting and ravings of the clearly out of breathe animated Will Anger rip-off come to an end, he seems to burst into flames as everything becomes a shallow black once again, and the same familiar message that appeared last time does once again....though slightly different.
Meet the Wrestling's is live in front of a filmed studio audience...filmed at a previous date. NOW IN COLOR!
Monday, January 21st 2008 -- IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING WARFARE
Patience is virtue, kids! Now that you've sat through the tedious opening sequence and credits once again, your blessed to see your favorite wrestling family up close and in action. But what do they happen to be up too this time around? Something exciting I bet! Something intense and thrilling! As the scene opens in the locker room that has become a house for the wrestling's, quite a bit of creaking is heard as the room seems to be dark. That's odd... A few moments later some passionate moaning and growls of affection are heard and a dim light can see something..oh my...THEY DO THIS WITH THE CHILDREN IN THE ROOM?!
Mrs. Wrestling: Oh. Oh yes. Mmhm. Is this enough proof that I didn't do anything with anyone else?
Mr. Wrestling: LAAAAARIAAAATTOOOO!!! DAAAAANGEROUSSSSS!!!! DOWN. AND. OUUUUT!
Mrs. Wrestling: ....Right...Wrestling moaning. Clever.
That's about enough of this TV friendly love making, if you ask me! As the scene fades out from such a gruesome scene of carnage and passion, it opens up once again this time to find a dazed Mr. Wrestling re-adjusting his mask as he makes his way briskly down a backstage hallway. He doesn't appear to have any real location or destination in mind as he looks around blindly, before noticing someone in the distance and sprinting in their direction. But of who? Why, Fallen Souls, of course! FSX is seen quite beaten and battered still from his earlier war with Jay Zero as he holds ice to his head, his eyes closed well he mutters obscenities silently of his disappointment in himself for failing earlier on to beat a man who will likely set legendary records with his title reign, before opening his eyes to see Mr. Wrestling fast approaching! Looking quite distraught and frantic as the sight of the man charging toward him, FSX looks around for a place to hide, though fails to find anything as Mr. Wrestling reaches him.
FSX: Oh lord..I didn't sleep with your wife, damnit! I'm married myself! Why would I sleep with someone so hideously deformed they have to wear a mask at all times?!
Mr. Wrestling: Wait! I know you didn't sleep with her, we had a deep and hard and long discussion about the matter. In fact, we talked about it over and over again. Mmm...
FSX: ...What?! Well, alright. Then please, if you could just leave me the fuck alone that would be great.
Fallen appears to make a move to leave before Mr. Wrestling reaches out and takes a hold of his arm, a determined and stern look glowing in his eyes as he holds him there.
Mr. Wrestling: Wait, Brother!
FSX: ...I'm not your Brother..
Mr. Wrestling: I must properly apologize to you for the horrific accusations that I have placed on you! My brother, I am ashamed to even be seen by you after the things I have said.
FSX: Well, in that case you can always just go awa--
Mr. Wrestling suddenly moves a hand and basically shoves it into Fallen's mouth as he tries to silence him, leading to an awkward silence as FSX takes a few steps back.
FSX: The hell was that about..?
Mr. Wrestling: I've decided to assist you in your contest against the man known as Mr. Red. It is my understanding he holds the name of a luchadore, but is from the land of Ohio.
FSX: I don't really want your....why is everything getting so blurry?
Mr. Wrestling: I assumed you would not be very willing to my desire to help you, so I had no choice but to drug you. I apologize brother, but my friend in Mexico shall assist you when you arrive! Without a doubt you will be victorious over this Red!
FSX: What the...fuck would you do that for?! Is this why you...shoved your hand in my mouth? Just to...slip..a pill..? The...hell..
Mr. Wrestling: Good luck, my brother! May you be victorious!
FSX: Damn...you...Wrestling's....
As Fallen gives a seemingly stern look to his 'Brother' it isn't a moment later that he collapses to the ground in a heap as the drug takes a full effect and he is rendered for the moment unconscious. Mr. Wrestling seems quite pleased with himself as he waves for a few people to come over and assist him with the fallen form of FSX, and as two men come and help him move the lifeless body...one must wonder just what zany things Mr. Wrestling has in store! What will become of Fallen Souls when he awakens? Why didn't the Wrestling children appear in this episode? Is Mr. Wrestling simply "Fast" Eddie Edison's evil twin? Likely we'll get some of these answers..and perhaps a few answers to unasked questions, on the next exciting and brain numbing episode of EVERYONE'S FAVORITE SITCOM, SOAP OPERA, REALITY SHOW -- MEET. THE. WRESTLING'S!!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:23:58 GMT -5
Segment: 'Access Denied' Credit: Mo-Jo The scene opens and we see the backstage entrance to the ACW Arena, hordes of screaming fans are penned in on either side of the entrance by thick metal barriers, each one of the fans struggling to try and push forwards to the front of the crowd and catch a glimpse of their favorite superstar making their way backstage. A mini-cab pulls up and Mo Kincain gets out, looking rather excited and grinning ear-to-ear, he pays the cab driver whilst his younger brother Jo manages to squeeze himself out of the cab and shuts the door closed behind him. The taxi takes off and Mo and Jo head down the path towards the entrance, Mo waves to the crowd and goes to shake some hands and sign some autographs, only for the fans he approaches to reel back with various versions of confused looks upon their faces due to most of them not actually knowing who he is. (How dare they not!) Mo ignores this and continues to walk confidently towards the Arena entrance, with his brother Jo in tow just behind.
Mo goes to walk straight inside, only to come head-to-chest with a rather burly looking security officer. [/i] Officer: "Can I help you gentlemen?" Mo: "No thanks, We're just going back to watch the Ragnarok event, but thanks for the offer" Mo tries to sidestep the officer, only to have the officer mirror his movements, whilst managing to keep a completely neutral expression on his face, completely devoid of any emotion. A look of frustration appears on Mo's face as he continues to try and outwit the officer, side-stepping from side-to-side only to have the officer mirror his exact movements, after a few attempts of trying to get past, Mo gives up.Mo: "What's the deal man!? I need to go inside, stop getting in my way!" Officer: "I'm sorry, sir, nobody goes backstage without a staff ID pass...and as you obviously don't have one, you'll have to join the queue and buy a ticket like everyone else" Mo: " ACTUALLY, I work here, and I DO have a staff ID pass....Jo has it, right Jo?" (In your face!)Mo puffs out his chest and arches his back in an attempt to make himself seem bigger than he really is, after a second or so of this bravado, he turns to his brother, waiting for him to give him an affirmative response. A confused Jo looks down at his brother before reaching into his trousers pockets and turning them inside out revealing nothing more than an old, crusty looking, half chewed lollipop (Strawberry flavor, naturally)....which a pleased looking Jo then proceeds to finish off.[/i] Mo: "Okay, well, he forgot the passes, but I work here...honestly...just stop messing around, I need to see the show man" Officer: "Sorry, no pass, no entrance" Mo: "Dude, I work here, I'm the biggest superstar in this whole damned place, stop messing around and let me in!" Officer: "With all due respect, every fan I turn away from here reckons that they work here...and guess what, most of them couldn't even get a job as a janitor here...so like I said, no pass, no entrance" A frustrated looking Mo tries to sidestep the officer a few times again, only to have his movements mirrored again, he gives up....again and approaches a nearby, screaming fan.Mo: "Hey there, excuse me, I'll sign your autograph book in a minute, but can you tell this moron who I am please!?" The fan looks at Mo confused for a few seconds before brushing him aside and joining in with the rest of the crowd who are chanting "We want Thunderkiss!" (Some people obviously have no taste...)Mo turns back to the security officer to adress him.Mo: "Well, he's obviously a moron, but I DO work here, I mean don't you watch the damned show!? I was the highlight of the show on Monday for crying out loud!" The security officer chuckles, much to Mo's dismay (*Gasp*! It's allllliiiiiiive!!)Officer: "Oh really? Funny you should say that, that guy over there said the same thing just ten minutes before you arrived" The officer (AKA Moron) points to a rotund looking ACW fan, who wears a black T-Shirt with "I am Thunderkiss" on the front in white, he has a drawn on beard/goatee and is being escorted away from the backstage area by two other burly looking security officers.Mo: "Yeah well, he obviously isn't Thunderkiss....I mean he looks like he weighs twice as much and is probably four feet too short to be Thunderkiss....and that facial hair is just all wrong, I mean he should have used a thinner marker pen.....plus he looks like he'd be more at home in a Dunkin' Donuts than inside the ring....but c'mon, listen man, whoever told you to play this joke on me, (I reckon it was that B.K. fella....he never liked me really, always saying I was asking too many questions, well damn him, damn him indeed!) very funny. I'm laughing. Really I am. What was this? Wind up the new-guy? Well, anyway you can stop messing around and let me in now..." The officer doesn't budge whilst Mo continues to try and walk through him.Mo: "COME ON MAN! The show's gonna start and I'm gonna miss it!" Officer: "Well, if you're quick I'm sure you can still get some tickets for the back row...because you ain't getting in here without an ID pass" Mo: "Har Har." Mo feigns to sidestep one way then quickly switches direction and goes to rush through the door, only to bump into another burly looking security officer who was standing just inside the doorway.Officer 2: "Can I help you?" Mo backs away from the two Security officers, who stand side-by-side, hands clasped infront of them, their faces bear almost identical completely neutral expressions and both appear completely devoid of any emotion. (What the heck is this!? The Securi-nator: Rise of the Machines!?)Mo: "LISTEN! I don't want to have to get physical with anyone here, know what I'm saying? I'm a dangerous man to piss off....I wouldn't wanna be responsible for leaving your families without a father...or brother...or nephew (Or emotionless machine thingies) or whatever!" The officers don't even appear to acknowledge Mo's comment. (But really, they're shitting it. I can tell.)Mo: "Serious now guys, I'm gonna go through THAT door, and if you get in my way, well...just don't!" Mo walks confidently back towards the door (Oh yeah, I'm going through this time!) and tries to barge past the two security officers, who simply do not move, repelling him backwards, Mo tries again a few more times, only to be met with the same level of success as he was inititally. None. (They're both lucky that I don't wanna mess up my shirt...else there'd be blood and bits of brains and stuff everywhere!) A black stretch Limo pulls up behind him and Chairman Gingerdude steps out in a neatly pressed suit.[/i] Mo: "Oh yeah, you guys are in trouble now, the Chairman is gonna be PISSED when he sees you treating his top talent like this....hell, you're gonna be lucky if you can even get a job in the Mall after he's done with you punks!" Upon leaving the Limo, the Chairman is instantly crowded by a group of secruity officers who usher him down the path towards the backstage entrance, Mo turns to the chairman and tries to grab his attention.Mo: "Hey! Ginger! Excuse me, Mr Ginger!" Mo jumps up and down to try and grab the Chairman's attention, but the group of security officers block Ginger's view and he fails to notice him, Mo tries to push past the security officers and break through the wall of flesh they have locked around him, but it's to no avail as he is crowded by at least four security officers, all of whom are at least 2 feet taller than Mo and about 200lbs heavier, Mo begins to get frustrated and squeezes an arm between them to try and tap Ginger on the shoulder, he just manages to get his arm inbetween two of them (Success!) and is about to yank on the Chairman's shoulder when he is roughly tackled to the ground by yet another security officer. (What the crap!? Don't touch what you can't afford!)Officer 3: "Hands off the Chairman!" A brief struggle breaks out as Mo tries to get himself to his feet, but he is unable to as the lumbering security officer continues to hold him down, the Chairman is quickly ushered inside the backstage entrance, leaving a dismayed Mo, arm outstretched, clutching at the air (Like a hero, in an action movie, when he tries to save some hot-looking lady from falling off a cliff, or something equally heroic!) as the chairman just goes out of sight. The officer then gets himself up off the ground leaving a furious Mo to pick himself up from the ground and dust himself down, he taps his younger brother Jo on the side, Jo bends down and Mo whispers something in his ear. Both men then face the security officers before Mo addresses them, yelling out as he and his brother walk sheepishly away.Mo: "You punks will be sorry, YOU'RE ALL GONNA BE FIRED!" (And shot at dawn....if the Chairman will allow it!)The security officers don't acknowledge Mo, again, (But again, they're definitely shitting it. I mean, I can even smell something funny and Jo showered last night so...) which only appears to add to his anger.Mo: "OH YEAH!? IGNORE ME HUH!? YOU WONT IGNORE ME WHEN IM IN THE CHAIRMAN'S OFFICE AND YOU'RE ALL BEING FIRED. FIRED! THAT'S RIGHT, WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'LL ALL BE....SAD...AND STUFF!" Both Mo and Jo then turn away from the entrance and appear to begin walking away, the third security officer disappears inside sensing that the problem has passed, this prompts Mo to nod at his brother Jo, who then turns and charges at the two security officers on the door. Jo easily knocks them both to the ground, receiving a huge pop (A cheer of truly epic proportions, I assure you) from the crowd, as Mo following shortly after his brother pushes him inside and disappears round the corner followed by a horde of pursuing security officers![/left] Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:24:41 GMT -5
*reserved for FSX's second segment*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:25:00 GMT -5
Match 1: Mr. Red vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: FSX)
Time is of the essence, some people like to say. Others like to say that time is something of no importance. But the impatient masses who are eagerly quivering and begging for Ragnarok to get underway sooner then it truly should, just want others to shut their mouths and get to fighting. It appears that mostly the latter crowd has arrived for the show tonight, as many impatient groans are heard from all the smack and all the talk that has already taken place tonight. It seems there is a real blood lust merrily being spread around through those in attendance, as it almost seems as if they are beginning to light torches and ravage the village that is ACW's central hub-arena. Before they can go on an insane rampage, however, they notice that Phillip is finally making his way out to the ring from the back! Why, that means matches will be starting soon! Now if someone reliable happens to of done the planning for such an encounter, it is bound to no more delays and will likely begin in a mere matter of moments! Huzzah! But wait..I've prepared it. Oh mercy, that means I need to do my customary pre-match breakdown!
Yes, that's right, I do a pre-match breakdown. Though this may not be a classic KissHun summary encounter, it will be just as incredible as an opener with little pre-PPV build up usually is. For this monumental opening encounter, we will see two foe's meet that have a pure vendetta for one another. First of all we have Fallen Souls, this mild mannered newspaper columnist may not be superman, or a newspaper columnist, or mild mannered for that matter, but he does know what he likes. His journey over the past month has been quite an uneventful one, only truly accounted for his return and his encounter with a family of luchadore's. Speaking of said family, after they sent him on an escapade that ended with him chased by a bull and debating the ghost of Jim Varney, their is likely some unfinished business between the two parties. FSX, however, still enters this match on a losing streak. How sad. On the other side of the ring this evening stands a true Cincinnati hero. Mr. Red has decided after an endless hiatus that he too would like to return to ACW, possibly in the footsteps of FSX's billionth return..though not likely. Though Red is known for brief, sporadic appearances in the past..he seems to be bigger and better then ever. No, this isn't to imply he's doing steroids or anything. He probably isn't...Anyway, Red seems very confident going in to this match that he can dominate! Can he? CAN HE?!
Well, it's not for me to decide. I'll let you! But before you do, you should probably watch the match! And seeing that Phillip is finally making his way into the ring, you won't have to wait any longer. Yay.
Phillip: Everyone...welcome to Ragnarok!
There is a brief period of cheers as Phillip almost seems to be soaking them up, before he shakes his head and continues.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be our opening contest! Entering first...straight out of Seoul, South Korea, and Star of ACW reality-sitcom, Meet The Wrestlings,....FALLEN SOULS!
Many look around confused as "Bel Air" by Malice Mizer hits after a few moments, and a quite flustered FSX makes his way down to the ring. Fallen gives a consistent glare of incoming death in the direction of Phillip for his comments, as the ring announcer simply points at the card he was given. Fallen can only shake his head sadly as he rolls into the ring and gives a pose for a few of his fans, smirking for just a moment at the impulse of cheers he received simply for being the first introduced competitor of the night. What could be better then given-cheers?
Phillip: And his opponent....
It is only a moment after Fallen's theme fades out that "Reds fan" by Freekbass hits and many in attendance explode in a fevered amount of cheers! It seems that almost everyone has been waiting for this moment, even Phillip as he shows signs of being anxious well he continues with the introduction.
Phillip: Hailing from Columbus, Ohio, and making his TRIUMPHANT RETURN to ACW competition tonight....Mr. Red!
After a few more moments of nerve-wracking wait, Red finally makes his way out from the back and smiles to himself as he raises a baseball bat he had with him to the sky. Many seem very positive about the return of Red to the ring tonight, as many seem to hold the belief that he will be around for quite some time with this return...a belief they don't appear to share for FSX. As Fallen looks to those in attendance and tries to attract their attention hopelessly, he hardly notices as Red makes his way to the ring and tosses his baseball bat to the crowd, something that is actually rather reckless to be doing as a few fans cry out as he does this. Red seems to wince and shrug a moment later from doing this, before staring over at Fallen Souls as he watches him intently. Looks like it's finally time for things to get underway! The beginning of the greatest match to ever take place on Ragnarok in 2008 as an opener is finally about to begin...as the
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:26:00 GMT -5
And both men take little time letting the competitive emotions take over and rushing directly at each other. The epic charge by each man is something not usually seen immediately in a match, but both men want to prove they have what it takes to get an early advantage..and properly take control of the contest! But who would get too? As they both finally reached each other, FSX was first to make a move in this struggle as he attempted to nail a Spin Wheel Kick. It looks to be a clean enough move, but perhaps just a bit too fancy to be hit this early on in the match as Red has little trouble ducking the maneuver. Fallen shows an initial look of surprise from this as he turns to face Red again, only to be met by a truly vicious poke to the eye! The kind of eye poke then can set a man reeling into a spiral of anger!! Mr. Red seems to just laugh to himself shortly after hitting the move, before quickly following it up with a knee to Fallen's gut and an forearm to his face. This swift concession of the moves sends FSX back a few steps, and allows Red to run forward and hit a quick LEAPING LARIAT! The move entails such a vertical leap that Red nearly found himself diving over the top rope and to the outside, though he was able to stop himself before he actually made such a foolish mistake. Clutching onto the ropes and stopping himself, he looked over his shoulder to see a groggy FSX returning to his feet, and did the first thing that came to mind...but what would that be?
Springboard Moonsault, of course! After double-taking to make sure he'd be able to get the proper spin to take Fallen back down to the ground he took hold of the top rope and pulled himself up with it to spring off the second rope and flip in mid-air! To, of course, be welcomed by nothing as Fallen had walked over to the other side of the ring and took a moment to pose for those in attendance as he felt so smart from dodging the move. Gallivanting around for those around the arena, he paid little attention as Red managed to land on his feet, and ended up gallivanting himself right into a front back breaker! FSX couldn't comprehend his situation properly as he only seemed to manage a shocked gaze before Red lifted him up and dropped him over his knee, holding him there for a few moments as he hit a few swift, lightning fast knife-edge chops to his chest. The echoing sound of the chops through the arena must of made people really desire to do the wave, as it seemed they did as Red landed more and more chops to Fallen's now scarlet red chest, before pushing his opponent to the mat and kicking him quickly in the ribs. Fallen only has a moment to deal with the pain of the swift kick before Red decides to knee Fallen in the back a few more times and attempt a Boston Crab, only to be a bit too loose with the set up and kicked away as Fallen scurried to the other side of the ring like a squirrel and seated himself in the corner, staring back at Red as he clearly had expected his opponent to demonstrate more ring rust then he was, clearly quite upset with how the match was going so far.
Taking a few deep breathes, this seems to be where Fallen realizes he's going to have to buckle down and actually focus in this match should he regain any momentum, as Red waves at him to get back to his feet. It seems as if Mr. Red desires Fallen to get up with the intent of beating him back to the ground like a man...though it's hard to question whether that's nice or new-age cruelty. Seeing their was no real choice in the matter, Fallen pauses just another moment before returning to his feet and slowly approaching Red, watching him carefully as he didn't want something similar to occur this time around. Both men seem to stare death at the other, before Fallen takes a bit of initiative and attempts a kick to the midsection. He has no success, however, as Red grabs his leg and pulls him into a clothesline. FSX is quicker on this occasion, however, managing to duck the clothesline and turn Red into a quick sleeper hold. Gasp. Fallen actually has locked something in! A sense of satisfaction clear on his face, Fallen wrenches and tries to shake Red about as he desperately wants to put his opponent to sleep. It almost appears to work at first, before those in attendance get involved. Everyone knows that someone being cheered on can't be put to sleep! Looking around frantically and shaking his head, Fallen tries his best to put more pressure on the hold as Red seems to be 'coloring up', as he begins to recover and struggle in the hold. Realizing it was only mere moments before it was inevitably broken up, Fallen torques his body and uses the momentum of falling back to hit a sloppy Sleeper Hold Slam, putting all the power he could behind it as Red's head knocks into the mat and Fallen seems to pant for a moment, before rushing over to his opponent's fallen form and going for the Pin:
ONEEEE!!!!!!!!
.......TWOOOOOOOO!!!
And that's about that. Barely a two count. Red shoots an arm up with ease as Fallen has done nothing worthy of getting the pin, and quickly returns to his feet as FSX stumbles back to his own, in a moment of surprise as Red hits a swinging DDT quite quickly, not wasting any time on this occasion as he quickly lifted up the form of Fallen, almost he even hit the mat, and lept up to hitting a jumping arm-breaker. It seems that the jolt of snapping pain in his arm was enough to revitalize him for a moment, as FSX groaned and bounced around on the mat, clutching his arm as Red rushed over to the ropes and sprang off them for the second time so far tonight, this time around choosing to go for a cannonball-esq senton splash. He likely would of nailed it, too, if Fallen's pain hadn't taken over and allowed him to subconsciously roll out of the way and into safety as he dealt with the jolting pain for a few more moments, only beginning to calm down as he noticed that Red had crashed and burned a moment earlier. Deciding it was best to not think about the possibilities and what could happen, he simply used his instincts and got up, only to run over and quickly hit a senton bomb on the downed Red. Realizing this was his chance, FSX was quickly to grab a handful of Red's hair and drag him up off the mat, getting a few sneers from those in attendance as he brushed them off and delivered a quick Claw Slam, laughing as he drove his hand into Red's face and slammed him back into the ground, before hitting a few stiff jabs the abdomen. It may not be the cleanest fashion to get results, but it worked! A clear smile on Fallen's face now, the Senatorial veteran decided that this match was in a desperate need of more submission attempts, as he made a quick move to lock in the Souls of Insanity, and even succeeded!...albiet for only about a second before Red squirmed and kicked his way out of it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:27:05 GMT -5
Seeing this match was so far in no way to either man's advantage, one might assume that desperation moves would start taking a better stand and grander role in it. But no, these guys were smart. If FSX and Mr. Red weren't two patient guys, I'm not quite sure I know what patient is. With saying that out of the way, I should get back to the intense action! Moments after Fallen failed to secure proper leverage and lock in the Souls of Insanity successfully, Red looked as if a burning rage had entered his eyes as his booted Fallen in the face the moment he returned to his feet. After such a long period of inactivity, both men were not accustomed to such little success for the moves that had won them matches and titles in the past, and the pressure to put on a fabulous show and prove their worth to the fans was apparently beginning to grow for each of them as Red was quick to stomp and swiftly kick at the fallen form of...Fallen...moments after he collapsed back to the mat. Making a move to grab both of his legs, one might assume he was planning on going for another Boston Crab attempt. One might be wrong. With a cry he spread the legs and suddenly hit a leg drop to the groin. This seems almost like a particularly dirty maneuver for someone such as Red to be performing, but based off the reaction of the fans to watching FSX constantly tease curling up in the fetal position one wouldn't think so. Taking only a brief moment to look at his work, Red was quickly on the attack once again as he lifted FSX to a seated position. So distraught for what had happened to his love area only moment ago, he hardly noticed he was being set up for something, and only appeared to become aware as Red was already running back toward him from the ropes and nailing a Dropkick to the back of his head. Snapping into a folded position that almost looked, and sounded, like an accordion Fallen moved with notably less vigor on this occasion as he fell back to the mat, and Red went for the pinfall:
ONEE!!!!!
.....TWWWWWOOOOO!!!
......THRR-- Not quite.
Slamming a fist down to the mat, Red stared over at the referee in a fury as he clearly couldn't believe that someone as lowly as FSX had kicked out of his awesome dropkick to the back of the head. Distraught, yet not quite forgetting his plan so far, Red dragged the weakened form of Fallen back up to his feet as he made a signal to his fans that something or other was about to occur, before lifting Fallen up and hitting a scoop slam. As many in attendance seemed to wonder just why Red would signal for something as lowly as a Scoop Slam, they got their answer without even having to ask as he ran to the ropes, and came running back only to hit a baseball slide to the side of Fallen's head. FSX barely gets a moment to convulse in pain and suffering of having his head snap to the side before Red was prepared to deliver even more punishment. Further proving that things just were not meant to be easy for Fallen tonight, the returning hero of Ohio dragged the aching body of the Korean guy off the mat and seemed to signal something, before lifting him up again for what almost appeared to be a scoop slam once again, only to hit him with an inverted DDT. He calls it the British Fall DDT, for reasons that many from Britain would likely despise, but it didn't change the fact the move was effective. A look of confidence now seeming to radiate off the face of Red, he quickly pushed the limp form of FSX onto his back and hooked a leg, intent on getting the three and ending this match peacefully.
ONE!!!!
...TWOOO!!!!!
........THREEE!!!!!!!
And that would be that. Without any shadow of a doubt, Red had done absolutely everything right tonight, and had definitely proved..without a shadow of a doubt..that he was back and just as good, if not better, then last remembered! But..shouldn't Phillip be announcing his victory right about now? What gives? Wait, what?! Fallen kicked out? No way! But apparently so. Just as the referee's hand smacked the mat for the three, he noticed that FSX's shoulder had lifted for a brief moment instinctively off the mat, though he couldn't stop the momentum of his hand and he had no choice but to count it as if it was the end of the match. As Red was already busily celebrating on a nearby turnbuckle with some of his adoring, imported fans as the referee fearlessly informed him that the count was only a two. A look of rage seemingly appearing in Red's eyes now, he looked almost ready to smash the referee repeatedly in the face before he turned to see Fallen groggily recovering. Intent on not letting his opponent recover and regain any sense of what was going on, even if he was furious, Red quickly dashed over and delivered yet another baseball slide to the face. This one was clearly less effective then the last, though enough to distract Fallen and cause him to cover his face. This allowed Red just enough time to return to his feet and await for Fallen to blindly return to his feet well rubbing and holding his face for the moment. This seems like the perfect set-up for Red to go for the kill, and he quickly seems to set up FSX for the CODE RED!!! It's a shock in and of itself a move so painful isn't already considered a finisher by the Cincinnati star, but as he goes for the move on Fallen he only seems to succeed in going for a sunset flip, something he also doesn't succeed in doing as Fallen drops to his knees and reaches back to hook a leg, trying to use the momentum of surprise to steal the match right then and there!
ONEEE!!!!!!!!.........
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
....That's about that.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:28:08 GMT -5
Seeing he was trying to use Red's own momentum against him, and the fact that Red was already a writhing mess of anger, Fallen barely managed to hold on for the Two before being pushed off of him. It seems as if he just doesn't have the strength required to steal the match at this point, having been beaten down for a huge portion of it. Still, it seems very clear that FSX is not about to give up on this match and simply allow Red to rampage his way back into the fast lane, especially if it happened to be of the torn and tattered remains of his career. No. It was time to X up!...Yes, X up! With hope in his eyes, and a surprising burst of new adrenaline FSX stood and rushed over to Red as he awaited, coming to a complete stop just as he approaches him and stomping on his foot. Everyone in the arena seems a bit taken back by this as Red hops around for a moment holding his foot, before being nailed with a knee to the gut and quickly hit with a Brainbuster DDT! There seems to be a silence in the arena for a moment, everyone not quite sure how to feel about this sudden change in momentum, before they all begin to cheer quite vocally as Fallen poses for them once again, allowing Red a moment to feel the after effect of his head snapping into the canvas and nearly cracking his neck, Fallen strutting around for a few more moments before moving to drag Mr. Red back up to a standing position, holding him there as he seemed just a bit wobbly and shaken from the move that had rocked him a few moments earlier, getting a nice pat on the back from his opponent before FSX hit the Rainbow STO, getting less of an arch then he usually does with the lift though clearly managing to make sure Red landed on the back of his head and folded down on the mat, giving FSX something to finally get excited about with this match. Looking from side to side frantically as he seemed to ponder just what he should do, he eventually simply shrugged and pulled Red up from the mat once again, holding him in place before kneeing him several times in the midsection and rushing into the ropes as he finally leaned over and clutched at his ribs, Fallen bouncing off the ropes quite quickly and hitting the Silence Scissor Kick, definitely silencing Red for the moment as he collapsed in a heap down to the ground and gave FSX the chance to go for the pin for once, hooking the leg
One.......
Two.................
Thre-----
But just NOT enough! Still, regardless of everything that has happened so far in this match neither man has succeeded in putting the other away, and this turns out to be no different as Red's arm shoots up at the last second. Many can only gasp in attendance as they clearly believed that Pinfall to be the last one of this contest, as Fallen can only shake his head in disgust well wondering just what he had to do to end this already. Seeming to be quite exhausted himself by this point FSX is slow to pull Red to his feet as they both stand at this point, hitting him with a few lazy jabs as he ponders just what to do with him, constantly striking him in the forehead before he finds himself being blocked again and again and again. It seems as if Fallen has been thinking about just what he had to do for too long a period, and Red has managed to recover during this time. Continuing to jab at him with no success a few times, Fallen looks Red in the eyes and simply shakes his head, seeming to laugh a bit as he looks up to his opponent, seeming to have developed some respect for him throughout the match as he gives him a little tap on the cheek...only to crank back and slap him across the face. Red could only stare in shock as FSX pointed to him and laughed, before anger boiled within him again and he attempted a lariat, being ducked quite easily as Fallen went running toward a corner of the ring. Red, showing an immense amount of fury at the show of disrespect he was just given a moment earlier, seems to throw caution to the wind as he sprints and cries out at Fallen well chasing him toward the turnbuckle, paying little mind as he seemed to run up it, though attempting to come to a stop as he became well aware of just what FSX was planning, though it was too late when he noticed and he found himself launched into the top turnbuckle, his face smashing off the pad as Fallen seems to roll on the ground and up to his feet. The moment that he returns to a standing base, and notices that Red is stumbling backward from the corner he seems to believe it's his golden opportunity for victory.
But just how would he go about achieving said victory? Would he go for a series of german suplex, then go on an insane rampage? Would he attempt to hit Red with absolutely everything he had in him before hooking both legs and really using all of his strength in a pin? Would he look for the easiest way out? Seeing how long this match had already gone on for an opener, looking for the easiest escape seemed the ideal plan. Considering that fact that Red was stumbling and falling backward as it was already anyway, it also seemed like it would be no trouble for FSX to simply grab Red around the waist and go for the SOUL DIGGER! Just as he got Red's feet off the ground an inch, however, he suddenly received an elbow to the face. Stopping for a moment as FSX appeared to wonder just what hit him another elbow shot back and nailed him in the nose as a blood began to run from his nose quite continuously, leading Fallen to let go of his grip on Red and turn away for a moment to try and stop the profuse bleeding from his nose, only to feel himself grabbed from behind and pulled to the ground the second he turned away. Without any real knowledge of what was going on, it didn't take Red much effort to lock in the Red-Eye out of nowhere. Fallen's eyes seemed to bug in his head as he was suddenly locked in the choke, and he hardly managed to struggle at all before he began to succumb to it's pressure and constrictive control over his body. Continuing to fight and struggle with it for as long as possible, Fallen began to fade in the hold and the referee took a closer look at the situation to ensure that FSX was still conscious. Seeing that he appeared to be drifting off fast, the referee had no choice but to test and ensure he was awake the old fashioned way. The sleeperhold way! Taking a good look at the situation, the referee took a hold of Fallen's free arm and raised it up, before allowing it to drop limply to his side. Awaiting another moment, he does just what he had a moment earlier and raises Fallen's arm up, allowing it to drop limply to his side once again. Many have fallen silent as the referee signaled 'two' and raised up FSX's arm for what could possibly be the final time, letting it go as Fallen stops it just before it falls, beginning to struggle and squirm in the hold once more as his eyes suddenly open wide and he battles to escape it, struggling and rolling from side to side as he attempted to get Red to turn, eventually succeeding as he rolled the both of them closer to the ropes, just barely stretching to hook his foot on the bottom rope as the referee calls for the submission to be broken, eventually getting what he wanted as Red cranked it for a few moments, just to push FSX away and quickly return to his feet.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:29:15 GMT -5
Many in the crowd tonight are on their feet already and applauding the two for giving it their all, despite the fact the match is basically an impromptu one in order to open the show. Many simply had believed it to be a match for everyone to warm up in their seats and maybe get ready for later excitement, but both men seem to have something to prove here tonight! As Red rests himself against the ropes for the moment, as Fallen slowly begins to pull himself back up to his feet, both men stare off into the crowd as they hear the applauds and cheers for what has occurred so far. Despite the fact the match is not over yet, the cheers seem to put an additional pressure now on each men as they both look quite wary of the praise they are receiving so soon, staring back at each other as neither of them can imagine losing with such a stake of acclaim and fame for the evening now on the line. With a deep breathe, both men turn to face each other and make a similar sprint at each other that they had at the beginning of the contest, letting out what seemed to be battle cries as they attempted to hit each other with a defining, finishing blow. Red seems almost over-zealous as he quickly goes for the Cincinnati Swing and doesn't manage to hit Fallen with it, narrowly missing nailing the maneuver as FSX quickly lifts up Red in position for the Soul Transfer as he rises up and turns back to him, Fallen clearly not intent on show boating this time around as he quickly nails the move flawlessly and shoves over the fallen form of Red onto his back, breathing heavily as he limply lays over his broken opponent and attempts the pin. Is it finally all over?
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wait, Thre? KICKOUT!!! My lordy lord, Red has kicked out AGAIN! Everyone is heard Roaring as Fallen sits up and shakes his head, unsure just what had to be done to put an end to this contest as he slowly moves back to his feet, gasping and shaking as he held onto himself and stumbled over to the corner, sitting on the second turnbuckle as he watched carefully for Red to slowly return to his feet. Based off the look in his eye, and the position he happened to be in at the moment, one would be right to assume that FSX was about to take a move out of Hunter's play list and go for the Killer Spear. Would it work, however? We were soon to find out as Fallen sprinted forward with the last of his energy and looked intent on hitting the spear, only to end up providing the running portion of the Cincinnati Swing for Red as he leaps in midair and miraculously hits the enzuigiri. Everyone appears to be in shock as Fallen is heard groaning and collapsing in a heap on the mat next to Red, both men not really making a move. In fact, if I didn't know better I'd say both of them were finally out of energy. Was this the end? Could this contest possibly end up a draw? Oh...wait..nevermind. The referee only managed to get to a four count before both men began to stir, and against all odds, both men manage to return to their feet before any serious disaster..such as them both being counted as out of it! Standing on wobbly legs and barely able to hold themselves up under their own power, they stare to each other in seamless shock as Fallen's eyes seem to roll in the back of his head and he collapses into Red's arms. Clearly confused by the situation, but not one to let an opportunity go to waste, Mr. Red is quick to signal for Drop of Red and attempt to nail his finisher and be done with the night. As he lifts up FSX to deliver the move, he quickly realizes he doesn't quite have enough energy to hit it and simply holds Fallen with the double-underhook, trying to brace himself to have enough energy and lift up FSX. Before he kind find the power within, however, Fallen suddenly pushes him back and grabs Red, looking around quickly before hitting a modified edition of the Evenflow DDT, Red's skull bouncing on the mat as both men fall to the ground once again. Could this be it?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:30:00 GMT -5
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Perhaps it would of been. Perhaps Fallen would of managed to bring up enough energy and hook the leg of Red for the win. But now we will never truly know. Whys that? Because the reality of the situation just became a mess! Suddenly, as the end of this classic encounter seemed to rapidly be approaching, screams and cries of horror are heard from those in a certain portion of the crowd as some blood is seen splattering in the air. Confused security guards go rushing in the direction of all of the commotion as more cries of terror are heard echoing through the entire building, and more attention seems to be brought to the situation. Hard, audible clunks of steal on face are heard over and over again as a sick laughter is suddenly heard echoing through the arena and someone is seen leaping over the barrier and rushing into the ring. At this point, the match between Fallen Souls and Mr. Red seems to have taken a back seat to the situation at hand as an insane man with a baseball bat has entered the ring. In fact, this fan looks familliar....is he dressed like Sting?! A fan dressed as Sting has made his way into the ring so suddenly? In a shock, Fallen and Red look at each other as both return to their feet, seemingly magically better from their previous injuries as the fan points the baseball bat menacingly in the direction of Red....in fact....it looks ALOT like the baseball bat that Red had previously tossed into the crowd before the match! Drama! With a cry, Sting Fan suddenly rushes toward Red well swinging the baseball bat violently, and eventually connects hard with skull. FSX's skull. How's that? Why, Red decided that using him as a shield was the best way to avoid being clubbed in the face with a baseball bat. Immediately after being struck across the face with the bat, Fallen seems to lose touch with reality for a moment and dance around the ring like a ballerina, only to leap backward over the top rope and crash to the outside. Oddly coreographed...but somehow serious.
As attention is returned to the ring, it appears that Sting Fan believes Red needs to see another example of his awesome baseball bat swinging abilities, as he suddenly turns and swings for the fences at the Referee's face. Though he managed to let out a cry of 'NOOOOOOOOO', he failed to duck out of the way and his face contorted seemingly around the bat as he lifted roughly a foot into the air and collapsed down to the bat, appearing as if he severed his spine as a pool of blood quickly formed around him. Red stared on in awe as many in attendance began to sob and cry out at the scene of perceived murder in the ring, Sting Fan simply laughing as he once again pointed the baseball bat at Red and grinned sadistically from ear to ear. Red cowered for a moment, before looking to his left and seeing that another baseball bat had miraculously appeared in the ring. Taking in a deep breathe, and looking to the skies for inspiration, he knew what he had to do. He had to duel with this Sting Fan to the death, in order to save ACW! With a glare of anger, and a raise of his bat into the sky, he decided to use all his outs..and summon his true power!
Red: BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULL....I HAVE THE POWEEEEEERRRRRR!!
With his mighty cry it appeared as if lightning struck through the rooftops and hit the tip of the baseball bat, Red seeming to contort and change into an odd, savage outfit and have a metal chest-plate that looked oddly like a bra on as his muscled seemed to grow three sizes that day, radiating power as Sting Fan simply laughed and charged at him with the baseball bat. With no fear in his eyes, Sting Fan made his ruthless attack on the good man Red, as Red-Man countered and blocked his baseball bat strikes with his own, trying to take control of the situation as he dodged and blocked every ferocious and powerful strike that Sting Fan attempted, a sickening laugh emitting from his foe as he slowly backed Red up, causing the hero of ACW to retreat from the ring as they both slowly made their way up the entrance ramp, stopping to battle at the middle of it as they clashed baseball bats epically. Who would win this final war of supremacy? Would Red manage to fend off Sting Fan, and save ACW from the demise of baseball-related death? Or what Sting Fan manage to destroy He-man, and capture Castle Grayskull? ....uhm..I mean...Red...and ACW. Of course. As they continued to battle in place for a few moments, a groggy FSX seemed to awake from the previous shot he took at the hands of Sting Fan, and slowly got to his feet between the dueling two.
FSX: Huh...What's going on? Can't we all just get along?
Red: NEVER!!!!
Both Red and Sting Fan seem to work together for a moment as they smash Fallen's head from each side with a baseball bat, hitting a sort of Baseball-variation of the conchairto on him as Fallen stood in place for a moment, before shaking and spasming. Fallen seemed to look to the left for a second, then to the right, before blood began to pour from every hole feasible on his head and he collapsed in a lump between the two battling warriors. Ouch. Taking a moment to admire their handy work, both Sting Fan and Red quickly give each other a high five before continuing their battle for supremacy! You can never forget a good battle for supremacy! With epic war cries being heard every few moments now the two of them continued to work their way up the entrance ramp and teased going backstage for a moment, before Red was backed up the the tower next to the Alphatron and was forced to climb up it slowly, holding his bat with a hand as he climbed up backward with the other as he did his best to fend off the efforts of Sting Fan, quickly retreating as he was stalked up to the top of the Alphatron and forced to battle his way to atop the alphatron now, simply trying to defend himself as both men were thirty feet in the air and dueling with baseball bats, fans crying out as they teetered and nearly fell off it on many occasions as they fought. Think of it like Joust from American Gladiators, but thirty feet in the air and with baseball bats.
As they both teetered back and forth atop the tron, and nearly knocked one another off on many occasions, it seemed as if Sting Fan finally gained a consistent advantage and began to work Red off with a few successful blows to his breas--chest-plate and side, knocking him down in such a fashion that he ends up clutching off the side of the alphatron and hanging for dear life. Just as it looks like Sting Fan has won, however, you must remember that Red is a hero! Quickly moving to place his bat between his legs for a moment, Red seems to reach in his pocket and pull something out as Sting Fan menacingly raised the bat above his head and laughed manically, preparing to drop Red to his death. Just before he can, however, Red suddenly uses a hand to taser Sting Fan! He had a taser but he waited until now to use it? With a shocked gasp Sting Fan spasms a few times and accidentally tosses his bat from the top of the tron, it flying to smack a slowly recovering FSX in the face to ensure he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Realizing that Sting Fan is defenseless and in a state of shock, Red quickly pulls himself safely back up onto the Tron as he raises his own baseball bat above his head now, it appearing to sparkle for a moment before Red drove the bat down and slammed it into the back of Sting Fan's head, sending his nemesis plummeting down to his death as fans cried out in excitement, cheering Red's name over and over as he posed for them atop the Alphatron, basking in the wonder it was to be a true hero! What a way to end the opener of Ragnarok!! What could possibly-One-happen-Two-next-Three?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:30:39 GMT -5
Back in the real world, the match was over. Confused? Why, let me explain! Following having his head bounce of the mat and be driven into it quite ruthlessly, Red went into a state of blinded shock as his eyes glazed over and he appeared to see things not how they were, but in a bizarre, He-man esq fashion. During this period of time, he swung around violently at Fallen Souls, and nailed him with a ridiculous amount of blows, before leaving FSX an opening and allowing him to swiftly hit the Drop of Blood. As he hit the vicious, sheer-head drop catatonic rock bottom for only the third time ever, it seemed to jostle Red back into reality...but unfortunately...
ONE!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The match was finally over.
Phillip: ...Wow...er..And the winner of this match....FALLEN SOULS!!
Fallen seems to be unable to believe that he finally managed to put away Red as he sits on his knees and shakes his head, blood smeared over his face from earlier as he raises a single arm in victory. Mr. Red, however, seems to still be in a state of confusion as he looks around aimlessly, wondering just what happened while the referee holds up Fallen's arm in victory. Realizing after a few moments that he'd actually lost the match after all, Red seems clearly distraught as he shakes his head and gets up -- Everyone crying out cheers for both men regardless of the result as they all immensely enjoyed the match. Could this already be the match of the night...? Just imagine if they saw what Red saw in his concussed state! THAT would of been something, but the match alone was too!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:33:53 GMT -5
Segment: Eye for an eye (credit: Red) As FSX finishes his celebration and exits the ring, Mr. Red staggers to his feet. He looks out at the crowd, who are still cheering for that quite stupendous match, and salutes from each corner of the ring. He starts to leave but stops. Red walks to the other side of the ring and calls for a mic.Red: You know? You guys really are the best there is. This is why I came back. Nothing feels better than returning home for 2008. I have high hopes for the year. The crowd stands and begins cheering for a newer and more confident Mr. Red.Red: I am a former Entertainment Champion. Now I think it is time for me to begin eyeing another title. A much bigger title. The world championship. A “Mr. Red” chant begins to muffle throughout the arena and this cause Red to crack a grin.Red: I am ready to take my game to a whole new level this year. Tonight, I will begin my historic rise to the top of this industry. You know what? Regardless of the result here, I am feeling so confident that I feel like beating both competitors in the Seek and Destroy match later tonight. I feel like becoming world champ toni…… Before Red can finish, the lights in the arena quickly go out. “The End is Near” begins to fill the arena. A message flashes on the Alphatron for Mr. Red.THE PAST IS COMING TO GET YOU. The message soon disappears of the screen and a face appears. It is the face of ACW’s newest acquisition, Gabriel Peters. Gabriel glares down at Mr. Red, who is standing in the ring with a somewhat worried look. Gabriel begins to speak in a smooth, low, and evil sounding voice.Gabriel: You tried to forget me didn’t you, Red. You know exactly what you did. Now you try to act like it never happen. But Red, you know you killed my father. The crowd gasps at learning that Mr. Red is a really a murderer. Mr. Red mouths to the crowd “ it was just an accident.”Gabriel: I bet you thought you would never see me again. Now I have signed a contract with ACW. You know what they say. An eye for an eye. You killed my dad, now I will kill you. Mr. Red drops his mic and stumbles back against the ropes in fear. The crowd begins to boo Peters for making his death threat.Gabriel: Wait! I have a better idea. See Mr. Red, you took something I love. Someone I looked up to. Now in return, I have no problem taking something you love. The camera zooms back and shows Mrs. Red tied to a chair. Her mouth is covered in tape. Mr. Red’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he sees this. His fear quickly turns to anger as he races across the ring and leaps out to the floor. Red begins to race up the ramp but is quickly stopped by the sound of a gun clicking.Gabriel: Not so fast, Scotty! I would not advise you coming any closer. You see, it will only take a second for me to end your precious fiancées life. It will take you all night to find me. Which will happen first. Time is ticking away, Mr. Red. The camera begins to fade out as Mr. Red races up the ramp and disappears backstage.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:34:38 GMT -5
Segment(OTA): A rude awakening Credit: Jon Taylor
It is the morning of Wednesday 23rd January 2008. With only 3 days to go until the latest ACW PPV the competitors are all intensely preparing for their matches, one particular person keen on making sure his prodigy is ready for his PPV match is Bill Wright; Jon Taylor's trainer.
The setting is the home of Jon Taylor - where Bill has also been staying since deciding to stay and help Taylor with his ACW career. The time is unknown, though it is still dark outside. Bill is already up and about, and has his training clothes on; a blue track suit top and bottoms with a white strip down the left hand side, and white trainers with black parts on. The house is fairly well sized; upstairs it has two bedrooms, a bathroom and an office. Downstairs is a living room, Dining room and a kitchen. A garage is attached to the house also. It appears to be about 15-20 years old if the brickwork is anything to judge by. Bill can be seen going up the stairs which connects the two floors together. Immediately facing him is the bathroom, directly adjacent to the bathroom is the guest room which Bill is currently staying in and next to the guest room is Jon's bedroom. Further right is the office. Bill walks up to the door to Jon's bedroom, he carefully opens making sure not to make too much noise. Taylor's bedroom isn't too big though it looks more spacious than it actually is. There is a double bedroom in the centre of the room, a TV in the right corner, a wardrobe built into the left wall and cupboards next to the bed. Taylor is asleep. Bill walks up to the right hand side of the bedroom, he walks up to the curtains which are a blueish colour and opens them. At the same he suddenly shouts "Rise and shine, sunshine!" he has a cheeky grin on his face as he is saying this. Taylor stirs slightly, but appears to be still asleep - or at least half asleep. Bill walks up to the left hand side of the bed where Taylor is, Bill without hesitation slaps Taylor firmly on the side of his head. This time Taylor does wake up. Taylor still not fully awake opens one eye, to see Bob looking at him. Confused and dazed he rubs his eyes and stretches his arms to wake up. Still not really awake Taylor rolls over to the right side of the bed where his alarm clock is. Bill is still on the other side of the room, waiting for Taylor to wake up fully before shouting more instructions at him. Taylor looks at the time. It reads 5:33 am. Taylor immediately looks over to Bill and shouts:
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
What...the...fuck? It is 5:30 am why did you wake me up!
Bill answers Taylor, with a smirk on his face.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Sorry, I meant to wake you at 5 but I overslept by about 20 minutes
Taylor is clearly not impressed by this response.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
I'm not in the mood for any games, Bill.
The expression on Bill's face changes to a serious one.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I have planned your morning work out to start at 7:30 so we need to leave at 6, so I believe 30 minutes is a reasonable amount of time for you to be ready.
Taylor sighs, thinking to himself he should of known this would of related to more training.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
And why are we starting so early today, what is so special about it?
The expression on Bill's face stays the same.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well if you haven't forgotten, you have a Pay Per View match against Libertines on Saturday. And like I have said previously I am here to make sure you can perform the best you can in the ring, and if that means having to wake you up at 5:30 am then im afraid then Im going to have to do that.
Taylor screws his nose up slightly to indicate he isn't too pleased at this rude awakening, still he acknowledges he needs to be as prepared as possible.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Fine. I guess you're right.
Bill responds, with a glint in his eye.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Again.
Taylor's expression shows he isn't amused.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Make sure you're ready to go at 5 to 6, we have a long day ahead us and our first destination is around an hour and a half away.
Bill exits the room, leaving Taylor to get himself ready.
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This time the setting is a large building on the outskirts of a town. The building has a sign on it which reads "The Phoenix Gym - for all your Mixed Martial Art needs" . It is 7:37 am, the car park is fairly full for such an early time, and the gym is illuminated. Every so often people can be seen coming and going. A car enters the car park, it is a white ford. It parks about 6 spaces away from the entrance to the gym. Two men get out of the car; Bill Wright from the drivers' side and Jon Taylor the passenger side. Taylor goes to the boot of the car and gets out a small sports bag. Bill locks the car and indicates to Taylor to make his way to the entrance. Both men enter the gym.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Um, Bill - you do realise this is a gym for Mixed Martial Arts...not Wrestling...right?
Bill replies in a tone indicating he was expecting this question.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Yes, I am fully aware of that fact, Jon. Thank you for reminding me however.
Taylor appears to be frustrated by this response from Bill.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well, what are we doing here?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Today Jon, you are going to be learning the art of Muay Thai
Taylor appears to not know what Muay Thai is.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Muay...what?
Bill sighs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
A form of kickboxing developed by the people of Thailand. Hence the name Muay Thai.
Taylor is still confused.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Um, incase you forgot, I am a wrestler not a cage fighter.
Bill looks to be slightly annoyed by Taylor's response.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Striking is a necessary form of offense and defence present in wrestling as well as "cage fighting" as you describe it. It is something you overlook, and I have seen your opponents take advantage of it.
The expression on Taylor's face shows that he still thinks it doesn't have much to do with wrestling.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
I guess you could accuse me of neglecting that side of wrestling...if you can call it wrestling after all.
Bill rolls his eyes at Taylor, as if to say Taylor should stop being so picky and elitist.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Just follow me, I have managed to use my connections to get you a private session with two of the best instructors in the country.
Taylor follows Bill, though not with much enthusiasm it has to be said. The gym appears to be fairly new, there is a reception on the left as you enter the gym, past the reception is a cafe area and straight ahead are the doors leading to the changing rooms. Bill goes right which leads to the main equipment rooms and a private small room a little further down. This is the room Bill and Jon enter. In the room there is huge heavy bag to the left and mats to the right. There are two men already in there waiting, one has pads on his hands and shins. The other is striking the pads on the first man with his knees, shins hands and elbows. As the two men continue to spar, although aware Bill and Jon have just entered, Jon quietly whispers to bill.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
What..the...fuck?!
Bill has a huge grin on his face.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
This has nothing to do with-
Jon is interrupted as the two men who were previously sparring come over to greet Bill and Jon.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Good morning. My name is Mauricio Silva and this is Joey Venables.
Silva indicates to the man standing on his left as he says Joey's name.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Bill tells me you want a bit of help with your stand up offense; well this is definitely the right place to come. Here you will be able to learn, well at least begin to learn"The Science of Eight Limbs" as we like to call it.
Silva pauses
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Do you have any questions to ask before we begin?
Taylor seems uncertain whether to ask a question or not.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Why is it called "The Science of Eight Limbs"?
As if already expecting this question Silva replies immediately as Taylor finishes the last word in his sentence.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
It is because in Muay Thai Kickboxing we do not make use of only two points of contact such as the fists and feet in traditional Kickboxing but the Shins, Knees, Elbows and Hands. So, are you ready to begin?
Taylor follows Silva over towards the area where the Heavy bag is, as does Venables. Bill also tags along, though keeps his distance.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Ok, first of all I am going to show you how to do a clinch. Watch carefully.
Venables stands opposite Silva and leans forwards, Silva puts his hands together and behind the neck of Venables, making Venables bend down lower.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
This is the basic clinch. You can control your opponent by putting your hands around the back of his neck. It restricts his movements hugely, and it forces him to bend further down. From this position you can either use it to control him and transition into another move or you can use strikes in the clinch. Knees are the most common attack in the clinch as the opponent is already bent over meaning he is in the perfect position.
Silva pauses to give time for Taylor to soak in all this information. Taylor appears to be listening intently.
I will demonstrate the various strikes from the clinch position on the heavy bag.
Silva releases the clinch and walks over to the heavy bag. It is huge, and has no give in it. It looks like a huge block of rock. Silva stands up to the bag in the clinch position and unleashes vicious knees at body and head height. As his limbs make contact with the bag, the bag vibrates from the impact, though it hardly moves. Silva pauses for a moment.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Though the most commonly used, the knees aren't the only strikes available from the clinch. Elbows can be very effective when used rightly, and can cut your opponent wide open blearing their vision.
Silva goes back to the clinch position. He begins unleashing elbows. The speed and accuracy that he is able to hit the bag with is breathtaking. Small dents are viewable in the bag from where Silva has hit the bag. Once Silva stops, but this time walks away and stands next to Taylor.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Ok, now you have a try.
Taylor looks to be shocked at being told to have a go already, he walks up to the bag and tries to remember the clinch position. He attempts the knee attack first. His knees are a lot slower than Silva's, but surprisingly he is able to hit the same height on the bag.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Not bad. Now try the elbows.
Taylor appears to be a bit more confident with the elbows, he is able to strike faster than he could with the knee attacks, though he seems to be using an awkward stance which makes hitting the bag harder.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Your stance is wrong. Change your stance to this.
Silva demonstrates how to elbow in the clinch once again. Taylor attempts to try the correct stance this time, much to his surprise his elbow strike is a lot more accurate. He continues striking the bag, alternating between knee and elbow strikes. Satisfied with Taylor's attempts Silva stops Taylor.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
That was good. Now let’s move onto another part of striking. Now I am going to teach you how to utilize shin kicks, spinning backfists and ordinary punches.
Now fully interested in learning how to use these techniques properly in order to become a fully rounded competitor Taylor listens intently, being careful not to miss a word Silva is saying. Silva begins to demonstrate the new strikes to Taylor by sparring with Venables once again, but this time slower so Taylor can see the techniques clearly.
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It is now two hours later. Instead of Silva, Taylor can now be seen sparring with Venables. Bill can be seen shouting words of encouragement to Jon. Taylor seems to have increased the speed in his knee strikes to the pads a lot more than when he was practicing them on the heavy bag. Obviously being a very strenuous activity Taylor appears to be growing tired, and his shirt and shorts look like he has jumped into a swimming pool whilst still wearing them. Silva observing carefully decides it is time to call it an end for the day.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
Ok, I think that'll do for today.
Taylor breathes a sigh of relief, although enjoying learning new techniques doing this sort of activity for so long is very cardio intensive.
Mauricio Silva | Muay Thai Instructor
You're welcome here anytime, Jon. You show great promise, which is not a surprise considering your athleticism. Good luck in your match on Saturday!
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Thanks, it was great learning something new. I'll make sure to come back as soon as possible.
Taylor picks up his bag on the way out of the room, Bill is in front of Taylor - he has a huge grin on his face as if to say "I told you so". Taylor and Bill make their way back to the car, Bill gestures that he has something to say.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
It wasn't that bad after all now, was it?
Taylor sighs.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Nope, it was actually pretty interesting to do.
Bill's grin grows bigger.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You see, Jon, this why I told you just to go with the flow. Because I know what i'm doing.
Bill chuckles, Taylor looks uneasy.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
With over 37 years in the business I should hope so!
Bill's grin disappears whilst Taylor's expression changes to a cheeky smile.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You outta watch your tongue, Jon - or I might have to armbar you
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Not if I knock your false teeth out of your mouth with my knee first
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Hmmm, i'll think i'll let you save that one for Libertines
Both men chuckle
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 15:35:46 GMT -5
Segment: Discoveries (Credit: Anna)
The show may be just getting started, but already Chairman Gingerdude is a man much in demand.
Anna: Oh Ginger, oh Ginger, come quick! Come quick!
Gingerdude bursts from his private office, wielding a fire extinguisher.
Gingerdude: What?! What?! Fire?!
Anna slaps the crimson cylindrical can away, grasping Ginger's wrists.
Anna: No, silly! The most wonderful thing! Follow me!
His sputtered protests fall on deaf ears. Anna drags her boss to a remote corner of the arena, stopping at a dusty doorway marked "STORAGE."
Gingerdude: Anna! Wh-what are we doing here?
Anna: We couldn't find suitable space anywhere else; it just had to be here! Come on!
She barges past the door, brushing away cobwebs as they descend down eerie, familiar steps...
Gingerdude: Hang on...I know this place! Anna, Mercer Stanton was last seen here; do you have any idea what kind of--oh my.
The storage room knocks the words out of Ginger. Anna beams, eyes reflecting candlelight.
A pentagram, painted with chicken's blood, glimmers on the floor. A black candle rests on each of the star's five points.
Ginger's eyes are hopelessly, irresistibly, compulsively, undeniably drawn to the gripping stare of the woman kneeling in the center of the pentagram, long, spider-like fingers shuffling a deck of Tarot cards with practiced grace.
Gingerdude: Oh my.
Her mouth cracks into a cheek-splitting, manic grin. She sways, limbs swishing through the air like elastic bands. A low, strident tune issues from her throat.
She's a frighteningly pretty woman, Ginger observes. Innocent hip turns, long red nails traveling down grateful cleavage, stroking the crimson dress hugging her flat tummy.
Her tune arrives at an abrupt, violent end. She growls, craning her neck so dark chestnut hair falls over her torso and bumps against her breastbone in small curls.
She runs a tongue along a trail of red-stained teeth. Her shocking emerald eyes lock Ginger in his place.
Woman: Little boy in daddy's clothes. Come to see the stars, you have.
Her voice is light, mellifluous, breathy with a thick Mediterranean accent. A blend...English and Spanish and possibly Italian? She adjusts the black shawl wrapped around bony shoulders.
Anna: Ginger, this is Lucrezia. She's a psychic.
Anna once more adopts the tone of a condescending parent, though the average IQ of the room falls well below the national standard largely due to her presence.
Gingerdude: A what? Anna, this is beyond ridiculous! I'm leaving--
Anna stops him with a restraining arm.
Anna: No, Ginger! Charlotte King told me the only way to find my father was to hire a psychic. Lucrezia's the best, but she needs friends close to the subject in order to discover the truth, and you were my mom's best friend!
Lucrezia cackles, a dangerous, childish laughter that sends shivers racing down Ginger's spine.
Gingerdude: Well, alright then, I suppose.
Anna turns to the 'psychic,' who is already dealing out Tarot cards, staining the backs with the pentagram of chicken's blood.
Lucrezia: The Cards are very pleased with your arrival. Such lovely voices, tasty to the tongue!
Anna eagerly steps forward.
Anna: Yes! What do the cards say? What are they telling you?!
Lucrezia casts Anna an incredulous look, spitting out her next words with unbridled certainty.
Lucrezia: They're cards.
Anna: Oh...
Lucrezia: Such pretty paintings...daisies and cups and...viscera.
She purrs, smacking her lips with relish, before promptly tossing the entire stack over her shoulder. Anna and Ginger hop back, frightened by her speed. Anna whispers in Ginger's ear.
Anna: What is viscera? Is that a cheese?
Gingerdude: Shh!
Anna shh'd. Lucrezia's eyes roll back into the depths of her skull, seeing the otherworldly. She whimpers, clutching the folds of her dress, features contorting with pain.
Lucrezia: Gaaaaaaah! Ladybug in the champagne, ladybug in the champagne! Oo, oo, oo!
Anna: Ladybug in the champagne?! Ginger, what does that mean!
The chairman shifts next to Anna, coughing twice.
Lucrezia: Flowers meant for him, but it's not his birthday!
The candles extinguish, plunging them into total blackness. Anna screams.
Silky fingers embrace Anna's neck, tips moving toward her rapid pulse. The same, mellifluous voice whispers into Anna's ear. Anna expects a clue, an ethereal hint, a task to perform to reveal the final answer.
She receives the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.
Ginger fumbles for his matchbook and lights a matchstick. Just Anna, standing nearby. Lucrezia, he assumes, left under cover of darkness. Anna is standing quite still, but closer inspection reveals her hands to be shaking.
Gingerdude: Anna? What's wrong? Are you--
Anna: It's you.
Gingerdude: M-m-me?!
He takes a step forward. Anna recoils, as if slapped.
Anna: I need to go.
She dashes up the stairs. The flame on Ginger's match disappears. All alone now.
Fade.
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