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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:10:03 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London vs. Mickey Flamingo (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first - from Bluefield, West Virginia, weighing in at 220lbs, "Miraculous" Mickie Flamingo!
"Bad Company" by Bad Company sounds through the speakers and out from behind the curtains comes once of ACW's newest characters, who has become one of the most hated men in ACW currently. He struts down to the ring with his long feathered pink and black boa, almost dripping off his neck, along with a pair of black and pink shades. But nothing is more noticeable than the black robe, studded with hundreds of rhinestones probably glued in by his mammy with a glue gun - reminiscent to the classic robe of the Nature Boy. He continues to strut down to the ring with a huge smile across his face, and finally enters the ring before playing to the crowd. He raises his arms and acknowledges a few people in the audience before removing his robe and handing it to Phillip.
Still in somewhat decent shape for a man his age, he stands in the middle of the ring, awaiting his opponent.
McNally: I tell you Eddie, this match is going to be one of the most unconventional matches on the card. Here you have in the ring, a man who's approaching his 50's with little to no wrestling experience against a man who's currently in the prime of his career with two World Heavyweight Championships under his belt. This is sure to be an interesting match up and you've got to believe the advantage is on BK London's side.
Edison: I've got to disagree with you there Max! Mickey can easily gain the advantage in this match if he turns this wrestling contest into something he knows best, and that's a fight! Over the years Mickey has been in many bar room brawls and YOU'VE got to believe that he'll be slugging it out with the former World Champion at the first chance he gets!
Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York - weighing in at 243lbs, BK London!
"Hello Brooklyn" blasts into life and suddenly the Triple Crown Champion makes his way through the curtains and onto the stage to a huge pop from the crowd. He steps down to the ring, not taking his eyes of Mickey while Mickey makes sure not to take his eyes off BK London for one second. But as BK London hops up on the apron and enters the ring, Mickey quickly slips out of the ring for his own protection. As the lights flash different colors in the arena, BK hops up on the middle turnbuckle and poses for the fans before staring down below at Mickey Flamingo. BK hops down from the middle turnbuckle and positions himself in the middle of the ring as his music dies down and the lights return to normal.
McNally: BK London looks very confident going into this contest.
Edison: A little too confident is you ask me!
McNally: What's that supposed to mean?
Edison: Well I think he's actually underestimating Mickey Flamingo tonight. A few weeks ago, he underestimated Libertines and look where that got him Max!
McNally: Since when have you become the leader of the Mickey Flamingo fan club?
Edison: Since he treated me to a few drinks after Warfare last week!
Mickey slowly enters the ring and takes his time approaching BK London in the center of the ring, who continues to uphold that confident look on his face. Mickey now begins to take offense to that as he gets closer and closer towards BK, even talking a bit of trash to the former World Champion. BK says nothing, and continues to stare at Mickey with the smug look on his face - only to be met with a huge slap across the cheek.
This quickly sets off the World Champion, and Mickey wastes no time high tailing out of the ring as Joey Reynolds sounds for the bell.
Edison: Look at Mickey go!
McNally: I've never seen a man his age move that fast!
Edison: Must be all that football experience coming into play Max!
Mickey slips under the bottom rope and out of the ring and BK is right behind him, close on his tail. The former Bluefield High School State Champion quickly races around the ring a few times before sliding back in the ring, and BK is right behind him. As Mickey expects BK to slide in the ring after him, he is surprised when instead BK grabs him by his ankles and pulls him out of the ring, both tripping him and pulling him out of the ring. As Mickey rests on the apron, BK clobbers him with a series of right haymakers to the jaw before scoring with an incredibly stiff European Uppercut to the chin. The 48 year old drops down to the ground almost instantly and BK picks him up and tosses him back into the ring before going back in the ring right after him.
McNally: So much for the brawling.
Edison: Don't you worry, Mickey will get the upper hand soon enough.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:13:41 GMT -5
Mickey begins to pick himself up, and as he turns around he meets another fist by the former World Champion. Flamingo is sent staggering over into the corner where he his whipped across the ring at full speed before being crushed in the corner with a huge clothesline. The wiley ol' coot stumbles out of the corner like a drunk before being met with a huge back body drop. The fans are on their feet for BK London, who stalks Mickey Flamingo from behind as he slowly begins to get up, and delivers a huge scoop slam before scoring with the Flying Tailbone Press. Almost immediately after, BK covers the West Virginia native but Mickey manages to kick out right after two. BK picks up Mickey and delivers a few more knees into the abdomen before resting him on the ropes. He whips Mickey across the ring, but Mickey manages to grab onto the ropes to prevent him from falling into the clutches of the ACW veteran. With that, he slips under the bottom rope to the outside to recuperate.
Edison: GENIUS! He's just getting a little breather, that's all.
McNally: Little breather my behind, he looks like he's leaving the match.
Edison: Well you've got to learn when to pick your battles Max.
And indeed Mickey is doing just that, he slowly makes his way up the ramp as Reynolds begins counting and he's recieving huge heel heat from the crowd. As the count reaches four, BK London exits the ring, deciding he doesn't want to win this match by count out. BK races up the ramp and surprises Mickey with a clothesline to the back of his head which gets a roar of approval from the sold out crowd tonight. BK picks up Mickey and drags him down the ramp towards ringside before smashing his head into the steel steps. Mickey stumbles backwards before being dumped back into the ring by the former International Champion.
Mickey rolls across the ring as he sees BK entering behind him and now gets on his knees. London approaches him, but stops once he sees Flamingo on his knees - pleading to show him mercy.
McNally: Is he actually pleading in a wrestling ring....pleading for mercy...against BK LONDON?!
Edison: Well BK should show him mercy, all the mental trauma he has gone through the past week or so since his nephew Adrian Flamingo was injured.
BK doesn't take Mickey too seriously and approaches him, only to be hit with a thumb in the eye. With BK London temporarily blinded, Mickey musters up whatever strength he has left and takes the big man down with a short arm clothesline.
Edison: WOW! DID YOU SEE THAT?! WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!
McNally: Only after Mickey jammed his thumb into BK's eye!
Edison: You're just mad because I said Mickey would gain the advantage, and he has!
As BK is down on the mat, Mickey wastes no time delivering several stomps to his ribs and back before mounting over him and pummeling him with a flury of right hands. As BK begins to feel the blunt force behind the punches, he begins to block and sure enough Reynolds administers the five count - in which Mickey breaks at four. No wasted motion by the Miraculous one as he now drags BK to the corner and begins to stomp a mudhole and walk it dry. Mickey bounces off the opposite ropes and looks to connect with a Mouthwash on BK, and does - but it doesn't appear to be too effective as the ol' coot mannaged to botch the move a bit. Nonetheless, he continues the offense by picking BK up and setting him back down to the mat with a Snapmare. Mickey bounces off the ropes and scores with a sloppy dropkick to the face of BK before making his first cover of the match.
ONE . . TW- KICK OUT!
BK gets his shoulder up rather quickly during after the two, and Mickey goes back on the offensive with more punches to the jaw. He now picks up the Brooklyn Native and slams him down to the mat with a Scoop Slam. Mickey is beginning to feel very confident with his advantage thus far, and picks up BK London again before slamming him down with a second Scoop Slam. Completing the trifecta, he picks up BK once more and delivers a third Scoop Slam to the former ACW Champion before making a cover.
Edison: I THINK HE'S GOT IT HERE! HE MAY HAVE IT! OH!
McNally: A near fall by Mickey Flamingo!
Mickey is a bit furious that BK managed to kick out after those three powerful Scoop Slams, so now he slithers his way over to the corner and awaits BK to rise back to a vertical base. BK slowly, but surely does, and once he turns around he recieves possibly the most hard hitting offensive manuever from Mickey in this match thus far!
Edison: COULD IT BE! COULD IT BE! I THINK IT IS!
McNally: What is it?
Edison: The 1977 Flamingo Special!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:14:39 GMT -5
Or just a really really powerful Shoulder Tackle that sends BK ricocheting off the turnbuckles into the corner and falling back down to the mat below. Massive heat follows this manuever and Mickey wastes no time making the cover, a nonchalant one at that.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-
Mickey raises his arms in the air as he believes he has this match won, but it isn't over yet as Reynold's arm has yet to come down for the three. The 48 year old starts to celebrate in the ring like it was 1999, only for Reynolds to tell him that he hasn't won and BK's leg is on the bottom rope. Furious, he storms over towards BK and picks him up once more before dropping him with a Scoop Slam by the turnbuckles. Now it appears the Uncle of Adrian is heading to the top rope district.
McNally: What the hell does Mickey thing he is doing?
Edison: What does it look like he's doing? He's heading to the top rope! This is going to be big Max, BIG!
Mickey points to his first and plays towards the crowd a bit for some more heat, before diving off. But his plan doesn't come to fruition as BK manages to get his boot up, and it connects with the jaw of Mickey. The crowd bursts out of their seats with BK's counter, and Mickey stumbles backwards until he falls into the corner. As the camera closes in, it appears Mickey's nose is bleeding and Reynolds begins to check on him. With his second wind, BK kips up to his feet to the support from the crowd and bounces off the ropes. As Reynolds sees BK rushing towards him like a freight train, he dives out the way, and Mickey recieves a huge Mouthwash. Mickey's head nearly flies into the second row ringside after that offensive manuever, and BK pulls him towards the center of the ring and looks to pick up a win with the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Mickey managed to kick out of that fierece manuever, and the crowd can't believe it, BK can't believe it, and neither can McNally or Edison.
McNally: How in the HELL did Mickey manage to kick out of that stiff kick by BK London?
Edison: Pugnacity Max. That's going to lead him to winning this match!
BK is a bit puzzled on how this 48 year old managed to kick out of one of his fiercest attacks, but not wasting too much time, he continues the assault and picks up Mickey. Mickey however, playing possum, pushes BK London back into Reynolds. BK squashes Reynolds in the corner due to Mickey's shove, and the Mickster looks to follow up with a clothesline. BK evades the manuever by slipping through the ropes and onto the apron while Mickey decapitates the referee.
McNally: And there goes the referee!
Edison: You might as well throw out the rulebook now in this match!
McNally: Where'd did I hear that from?
Edison: I don't know, but it seems awfully familar.
Now realizing what he's done, he attempts to clock BK off the apron but BK blocks the right hand and scores with a huge fist of his own. Mickey stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring and BK springboards off the ropes and towards his opponent. Mickey flinches however when BK doesn't hit him with an offensive manuever, but simply lands right in front of him. As Mickey is caught by surprise, BK scores with a kick to the abdomen and plants him in the middle of the ring with The Revolver!
Edison: THE REVOLVER! THE REVOLVER!
McNally: And what a way to hit it too, that has to put Mickey out of it, for good.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:17:34 GMT -5
Mickey flops over on his back and BK jumps on him for the cover, but Reynolds is still out cold in the corner of the ring. Once BK doesn't hear the hand of the referee slapping the mat, he rises up and makes his way over to the corner of the ring. Trying any best way he can, he attempts to revive the referee. Shaking him, kicking him, slapping him, it doesn't appear to be doing him any good - or at least it isn't working as fast as he wants it too. The referee begins to come to again, but as BK diverts his attention away from the fallen ref, he turns around and is cold cocked by a right hand from Mickey.
Edison: LOOK AT THAT RIGHT HAND! HE JUST KNOCKED BK OUT COLD!
McNally: You've got that ri- wait a minute! Are those? Yes! Yes they are! Mickey just hit BK with the brass knucks! He's going to steal this one!
Mickey tosses the Brass Knucks out of the ring to ringside before covering BK London, and this gets a chorus of boos from the sold out ACW arena. Slowly, and I mean slowly, Reynolds crawls over to the scene to make sure that the shoulders are down. And once he sees they are indeed down, he makes a very slow count.
ONE . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . THR-KICK OUT!
BK's shoulder shoots up and so does the crowd as they see BK London is still in this match. Mickey goes absolutely nuts, as he can't believe that BK managed to kick out. He starts punching the mat and kicking the ropes in frustration before returning to the corner, looking for another 1977 Flamingo Special. You can see the anger on his face, the frustration, it all tells a story of how determined Mickey is to defeat BK London - not just for him, but for his nephew Adrian Flamingo. BK staggers back to his feet, and turns around and sees Mickey coming at him for another Shouder Tackle but BK ducks under it. Mickey soars over BK London and lands face first on the mat, and as quick as a hiccup, BK grabs the ankle of Mickey and we all know what's going down here!
McNally: He's got it sinched in! The Corporate Lock! The Corporate Lock!
Edison: Hang in there Mickey! Hang in there ol' buddy ol' pal of mine!
McNally: BK's going to snap his ankle just how Adrian snapped his ankle five months ago at Heatwave! Karma is it's name folks!
Mickey screams out in pain as he claws the mat, hoping to get to the ropes as BK continues to apply torque to his ankle. Mickey continues to howl as he reaches ever closer to the ropes, but BK pulls him back towards the center of the ring to a huge pop from the crowd. It looks like tears are about to flow from the eyes of the West Virgina native, and he raises his arm to tap. Reynolds pays close attention to Mickey, and just as Mickey's hand reaches the mat, he is jerked out the ring. Reynolds is outside of the ring and is decked with a very sloppy right hand by...by...Kevin Anderson?
McNally: Kevin?!
Edison: KEVIN?!
Crowd: KEVIN?!
Mickey taps out in the center of the ring, but there is no referee to call for the bell. BK however releases the ankle of Mickey and stares at Kevin who walks around ringside, flipping off BK London and yelling obscenities. Without wasting a moment, BK slips out the ring and chases the young interviewer around the ring to the delight of the crowd and eventually Kevin rolls back into the ring. BK rolls in right after him and Kevin attempts to slip out the other side but BK grabs him by the leg and shakes his head. Pulling him to the center of the ring by his leg, he applies The Corporate Lock to the ACW correspondant, who wildly taps out as if he were beating a bongo drum in the center of the ring. The crowd is loving every minute of it, but the question lies, where is Mickey? But that question is answered soon after as Mickey slides back in the ring, armed with a steel chair, and cracks it over the back of ACW's only Grand Slam Champion. BK crumbles and falls down to the mat, releasing the ankle of Kevin Anderson, who slides out the ring very quickly. Another chairsot to the back follows, and then another, and then another, as if Mickey were a man possessed - in which he probably is.
Edison: ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT! AND ANOTHER!
McNally: Somebody stop this man!
Mickey finally dumps the chair out the ring to ringside, and makes the cover, but once again there is no referee in sight as Reynolds is out cold on the outside by Kevin's attack. Suddenly, Keiji Makabe races down the ramp to ringside before sliding the ring. This could be it for BK London, as Keiji commences the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE-KICK OUT!
BK gets his shoulder up and Mickey is absolutely livid. He gets in the face of Keiji Makabe about his slow count, but Makabe ensures that the count was not slow at all and normally paced. Mickey sees BK London slowly rising up from the mat, and he now gets a fiendish idea and goes out onto the apron. The 48 year old ascends to the top rope, looking to score with a huge move to BK London to end this match. BK is now at the vertical base, and as Mickey dives off the top rope - BK counters in the most painful way he knows how.
McNally: OH MY GOD!
Edison: DAAAAAAAANNNNNGEERROUUSSS!!!
A huge Shades of Michaels brings Mickey's offense to a screeching halt, nearly knocking the teeth out of his mouth as he flew down from the top rope. Mickey's head snaps back upon the foot connecting with his jaw, and he flops backwards on the mat below. BK turns over on his stomach and crawls over to Mickey before covering him, hooking both legs for the inevitable:
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
McNally: And it's over!
Edison: And what a finish to that match! Poor Mickey! He's going to need dentures from now on.
McNally: If he doesn't have any already that is.
Edison: Look who's talking, Mr. Senior Citizen Discount!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, B-K LONDON!
"Hello Brooklyn" sounds through the speakers to the delight of the crowd tonight, and BK manages to sit up as Makabe raises his arm up in triumph. BK looks down at Mickey Flamingo, who is knocked out cold, and simply smirks before climbing back up to his feet. Although he initially thought this match would be a walk in the park, he was actually surprised at Mickey in this match, but through all the interferences and illegal objects, he managed to come out the winner.
He hopes that with defeating Mickey, that his feud with the Flamingo family is over for the moment being, and now he can focus on what he came to ACW for. To become World Champion...
The scene fades out with him posted on the middle turnbuckle, holding his arms up in triumph.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:18:24 GMT -5
Segment: Meditation (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Yin: Has he been there all day?
Yang: Yes, ever since I got here...
The bodyguards simply stare at Cheng as he sits ‘Indian style’ on the floor. Although he looks inactive, his mind is racing. Strategies against Hunter, countering finishers, where the title is hiding, how Hunter slept with his sister, how Jake walked in on that previous thought.
?: NO!
Suddenly Jake is in an empty white room with no walls; it’s almost like someone forgot to draw the background. Jake looks around, trying to find the voice that cleared his thoughts.
Voice: Don’t think about those things. You only need one thing one your mind.
Out of the vast white, the ACW Heavyweight Title floats up to Jake. Jake reaches for it, I mean, it does have his name on it. But he stops before he touches it.
Jake: No. This belt...means nothing.
Voice: It’s true. The belt does mean nothing. It is merely a nametag. A shiny, gold nametag. A champion is meant to wear the nametag.
Jake: But...
Voice: Jake, you are allowed to wear the belt, as long as the belt doesn’t become your obsession. You do it for the title of champion, not for the gold plated strap of leather.
Jake:...sounds good.
Voice: You’ve been hear a long time, shouldn’t you go prepare for the match?
Jake: What do you think I have been doing all day? I know I can beat Hunter physically, that is not the problem. I need to be at the top of my mental game. I’m clearing my head to focus on the things that matter.
Voice: Like the time you walked in...
Jake: Yeah, Hunter needs to pay for that whole month. Cheating on the weight training and the sister fiasco. I’m not just wrestling him to take his championship. This is revenge.
Voice: The ultimate revenge.
Jake: Indeed.
Voice: So...I’m going to let you get back to your mediating.
Jake: Actually, its match time. But thanks for the advise, voice in my head.
Voice: No problem
Jake opens his eyes.
Jake: Let’s go.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:18:58 GMT -5
Match 9: ACW World Championship - Seek and Destroy Match Hunter vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: AK/Hunter)
Seek, and ye shall find… judging by what’s gone on during the last couple of months, both Jake Cheng and Andrew Hunter have been looking for a whole heap of trouble, and got precisely that. Ironically enough, tonight is the night where there is finally nowhere for neither of them to hide any longer…
Philip enters the ring to undertake the last round of introductions of the evening.
Philip:Ladies and Gentlemen, our main event is upon us, and it is a Seek and Destroy match for the ACW World Championship!
The crowd whoops and cheers as Philip takes a breath for dramatic effect.
Philip: The rules of this match are that the ACW Championship belt is hidden somewhere in or around the ACW arena, and the competitor who can first achieve a pinfall or submission anywhere whilst wearing the title belt shall be declared the winner.
There are a few murmurs from the crowd as people speculate on just where the title has been spirited away to, murmurs which are instantly drowned the second that “Second to None” begins to play at top volume.
Philip: Introducing first, the challenger… from Hong Kong, China, he is The Quadrinity, the Asian Extraordinaire… Jake Cheng!
There’s a near crush at the barriers as the fans push forward for a glimpse of Jake, who walks out calmly from the entrance and pauses for just a moment at the head of the ramp before heading to the ring. He looks to the left and right at the crowd, but his degree of focus is evident, and upon entering the ring he simply stands and watches the place he just came from, arms folded. Waiting.
Time has made him a master of patience… will that patience finally be rewarded? Not if the man now haunting the space just behind the curtain has any say in the matter.
Philip: And now his opponent… from Rochester, New York, he is your reigning ACW World Champion…. Andrew Hunter!
”No Sympathy for Fools” assaults the massed eardrums of the audience, and Hunter sweeps through the curtain like a barely contained force of nature. Fixing Jake with a stare he approaches the ring and slides in, before moving around the turnbuckles and posing. Cameras flash everywhere, and Hunter seems to absorb the light and energy, as if storing it up for when he will need it most.
He moves to the centre of the ring, where Philip has left his spot and head referee Raymond Allen Fleming is ready to oversee the parade of violence which is in the offing. Checking with his assistant at ringside that everything is in readiness, he gives the signal to the timekeeper.
The waiting is over…
Bell Rings.
No one’s quite sure what will happen as the bell sounds; theoretically, Jake and Hunter could simply rush off in different directions in their search for the gold. Fortunately for everyone watching, the pair are itching to get to grips with one another in an attempt to buy themselves an advantage, and Hunter is marginally quicker off the mark, driving forward and clotheslining Jake a fraction before he can duck. Jake hits the mat, and Hunter immediately lifts him with the intention of delivering a slam – but Jake’s having none of it, and draws his feet up to kick himself away, flipping over neatly in the process. The fans pop, and continue when Hunter steadies himself and starts laying down some heavy punches to his foe; RAF watches closely with a frown as Hunter pushes the envelope with some closed fists. With Jake slightly dazed, Hunter tops this off with a whip into the ropes which sets up a variant of the Dynamite, and Jake holds his head for a moment as he lies on the mat. Rather than continuing the onslaught, however, Hunter slides out of the ring – and then straight away ducks underneath it, leaving Jake to recover unaccosted.
Maxwell McNally: Hmm… I thought this was “Seek and Destroy”, not Hide and Seek.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well you’re half right, Max – I don’t think Hunter’s hiding, but he is seeking.
A few seconds pass so that Jake is back on his feet. Momentarily confused, he starts to pace around the outside – and then a ruffling of the ring apron gives him the cue he needs. The crowd latches on and gets noisy as Jake measures his run-up by eye and then charges toward the ropes; he leaps off and executes a brilliant vaulting Hurricanrana takedown as Hunter emerges from under the ring. The pair are carried into the barriers by Jake’s momentum, and as they lie on the mat, both instinctively look up at the ceiling.
McNally: Ah, I see… not a bad idea, ruling out the really obvious hiding places first.
Edison: Yeah, neither of these two wants to go running around the entire arena if the belt has been here all along- HEY!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:20:04 GMT -5
Eddie’s crib notes recede into the distance as Hunter drags back the entire announce table, and looks behind it and indeed underneath it. Over in the nearby corner, Philip gets deposed from his seat as Jake scouts out the timekeeping area for the same purpose. But there’s nothing there, and Jake escapes a charging attack from Hunter by milliseconds, by jumping over into the aisle on the other side. This naturally causes all the fans in the vicinity to try and get as close to the action as they can, and Jake takes advantage by quickly retreating and heading for the door out into the external corridors. Satisfied that the belt is not anywhere at ringside, Hunter immediately gives chase and the producer in the booth begins the task of tracking the roaming action via multiple mobile cameras.
Naturally, all the fans are inside the main arena, so Jake and Hunter have the space to themselves, and Jake makes good use of it by jumping up on to one of the banisters of the stairway leading to the upper levels and then attempting to take Hunter down. The pair end up sprawling on the solid floor, and the loud THWACK reminds them both graphically that they can’t afford to expend too much energy before the belt is found. Making a hasty calculation, Hunter is first up, and decides that there has to be a way for him to create an advantage for himself; knowing that Jake won’t be down for long he moves quickly to a set of double doors marked “private” which lead into the main backstage areas. A couple of security guards who are routinely stationed at this point regard him coolly, but the fact that they seem to remain in shot for a long time suggests that they’re quite pleased to have the opportunity to get their faces on TV…
The hallways are deserted as Hunter jogs into familiar territory, then speeds up when he hears Jake coming after him.
Edison: Pretty quiet back there, Max.
McNally: Well, would you want to be walking around with those two fighting for the title? I wonder if either of them has any idea where they should look next…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:20:41 GMT -5
Since inspiration seems to be a bit lacking at present, Hunter abruptly turns around and re-engages with Jake, taking the opportunity to do some more damage while the moment is ripe. Jake, however, remains calm and adopts total defence, parrying Hunter’s strikes and then slipping nimbly behind his foe when Hunter makes a grab for him. Hunter, however, kicks out mule-style and causes Jake to stagger; as Jake reels Hunter shoves him against the wall before hurling him across the corridor into the brick on the other side. The fans wince, and so does Jake; needing to turn the tide he takes a chance and goes for the Flash Kick. He just about manages to pull it off in the confined space, and Hunter is dazed for several seconds; Jake takes this time to throw open the doors to either side, looking in for any clue as to where the title may be. It certainly doesn’t seem to be here – not that this comes as a great surprise since the hallway only houses storage and spare locker rooms.
Watching Hunter closely, Jake’s annoyance begins to rise; “obvious” or not, he’s stumped. He silently curses Ginger for setting such a frustrating stipulation – and then curses himself for missing possibly the most obvious location of all. He abandons Hunter and rushes off; Hunter sees him go and shakes the stars out of his head in order to follow.
Edison: Jake looks as if he’s got an idea of where he wants to go.
McNally: Yes, and judging by where he is, I think I know what his intentions are.
McNally is not the only person to second-guess Jake; several of the more observant fans recognize the hallways adjacent to Ginger’s office. Jake hurries up to the door; the ante-office where Anna works is empty, but the inner office door is shut. Jake shoves at the door, but it’s not just closed – it appears to be locked. More convinced than ever that his hunch is right, Jake kicks the door hard before having to sidestep Hunter, who has caught him up and wants some payback.
As the pair knock one another about, a voice is heard from inside Ginger’s office.
??: I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong! It’s not in here!
Both Hunter and Jake pause. It sounds like Ginger… but neither of them are the trusting type, and at once they abandon hostilities for a few seconds and attack the door together. It doesn’t take much to bring it down, and Ginger has to jump aside as the mobile wrecking party sweeps in and starts taking his office apart.
Ginger: I SAID, it’s not in here! Do you seriously think I’d be stupid enough to hide the belt in my own office?!
Papers and furniture scatter everywhere, but there is indeed no belt to be seen. Jake pushes Ginger’s desk over, just to be sure, but still there is nothing – and Ginger is turning an interesting shade of red. Noticing that Hunter has already slipped out of the room, Jake decides not to hang around and witness the managerial explosion; instead he dashes back into the corridor and looks both ways. But for the first time in the match, it seems that the competitors have parted.
McNally: It looks like Hunter’s opting for strategy over brute force. Maybe he’s had an idea of his own and wants to try and get the belt without having to deal with Jake as well.
Edison: Yeah, well let’s face it, both these guys have dished out and taken quite a bit of punishment already, and neither of them’s any closer to a win. Until the belt turns up, exerting themselves too greatly is a big risk.
The camera is still with Jake, who pauses for a moment before moving quickly and surprisingly quietly along the corridor. He slows up as he approaches a junction, listening, before making the turn with his arms raised. Checking where he is, Jake makes another turn… and finds Hunter standing in the hallway ahead, facing away from him.
Instantly suspicious, Jake moves forward very slowly, as if stalking – but it’s hard to know who’s stalking who in this situation. Jake stops a few feet back, and without saying anything Hunter turns around. The pair stare one another down, and the arena air crackles with electricity…
?: Hunter!
Hunter keeps an eye on his opponent as the Capitalists join him and stand on either side. The Heavyweight Champion smiles at his newfound advantage, but it doesn't last. As if contacted by ESP, Yin and Yang come out of a hallway to join their boss.
Jake: Good job keeping an eye on these two. So Hunter, it seems we have reached an "impasse."
Hunter: Quite. But I thought you said you wouldn't need your bodyguards.
Jake: I don't. Tonight, their job was to keep an eye on those two. Just to make sure you play fair.
Hunter: Well, I'll send them to the Senatorial Office, but you and your goons are blocking the hallway.
Jake: Oh? Are we?
Jake points down the hallway and Hunter nods with the "yes, you fucking moron" face. Jake mouth "oh", and bolts down the hallway; Hunter wastes no time and quickly follows, running right in between Yin and Yang. Ooh, metaphors.
Kalb: Well...that was easy.
Wing: Unfortunetry, it isn't over.
Fitsharris: Oh yeah?
Wing: Yes. Mr. Cheng said we courdn't touch Mr. Hunter. Neeeeever said anything about you two.
The Capitalists look at each other before running down the hallway behind him. The always silent but blood-thirsty Lee Yang smiles and runs off first. But let's ignore that for now. There's a more important fight to get to.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:21:22 GMT -5
The on-off game of cat and mouse continues as a new roving camera picks up Jake as he rounds a corner and darts into the ACW training room. Jake has only a moment to scan the place since Hunter is right on his tail; nothing is immediately obvious, and he slides into the training ring and prepares to meet Hunter head-on.
The crowd is treated to some uncompromising action, as with a proper surface to work on Hunter and Jake can pull out all the stops. Hunter almost kills the mini-match before it can begin with a mighty rendition of the spear; but Jake clubs Hunter in the side of the head with a fist and rolls to his feet, lashing out with a series of incredibly fast kicks which would put most martial artists to shame. Hunter has to use all his wits to duck and dive, and can’t quite avoid the last strike which knocks him down to the mat; Jake rockets to the ropes and pulls off a moonsault for a large pop. Since pinning is futile he attempts to get up and continue his assault – but Hunter grabs his arm and restrains him while he rises, before executing the Elbow Driver. The crowd in the arena gets loud and rowdy as Hunter, now in the ascendant, hoists Jake on his shoulders and lays down the law by throwing him to the outside.
McNally: Ouch, that will have hurt. There’s not much protection around the practice ring.
Edison: No, I – wait! What’s that Jake’s looking at? Can you see it, Max?
Jake is indeed looking intently at something on the floor, protruding from under the practice ring. It’s dark, black… in fact, unmistakably leather. The noise in the arena ramps up again, and Hunter’s attention is alerted just a split second too late, as Jake scrambles forward and grabs the end of the strap. He snaps it around himself as Hunter is already charging across the practice ring, and drops into a baseball slide; Jake gets knocked down and the fans go ballistic as the two men brawl on the floor. Eyes blazing, Jake leaps up like a man possessed, and-
Edison: SHADES OF HELMS! DAAAANGEROUS!
McNally: Hunter’s down, and we have a cover! 1, 2-
Hunter kicks – but RAF’s hand is down for the three, and the noise is incredible. Jake jumps up punching the air; Hunter is also up, shouting, and his anger becomes a smirk as RAF looks at the camera and gives it a thumbs-down. Confusion replaces jubilation in the main arena as the fans try to work out what’s going on.
Edison: That was definitely a three! What gives?
McNally: Honestly, Eddie, I – Hang on…. That belt! Look at it closely, Eddie!
As RAF points to the belt Jake is wearing, both Jake and Hunter realize what’s wrong – the belt is not the ACW World Championship belt. Jake starts taking the belt off – which turns out to be a very smart move, since at that moment something with an attitude entirely disproportionate to its size comes leaping out from under the ring and claws at both the belt and the person holding it. Jake swears and drops the gold, just as its rightful owner finally reappears.
Jon Taylor: There it is… Jeez, Parker, not again!
Jon retrieves his belt and holds it up to prevent Richard Parker being able to latch on to it. Recognition dawns in Hunter’s head, and he smirks.
Hunter: Don’t tell me he’s still got a fetish for the International title.
Jon nods, wearily. Jake looks pissed off, and gives Parker a stare which makes even the feisty feline retreat, before turning his attention back to Hunter.
Jake: That was a preview for the real thing, Hunter.
Hunter: Yeah? Well, I don’t think you’re up to the role, so I’d better handle the final performance.
Hunter practically saunters out of the room; Jake takes a deep breath, refocusing himself, before following. Jon just shrugs as RAF completes the trio… where on earth can this title belt be hidden?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:23:00 GMT -5
With there still being no sign of the World Title belt, both Hunter and Jake have reached something of an awkward point. Out in the corridor, their scrap recommences briefly, with an exchange of kicks which ends in a mutual knockdown; as they get up, Hunter looks at the camera, and then has a flash of either brilliance or madness, depending on how you are inclined to look at it. He walks right up to the camera so that he fills the frame.
Hunter: All right, this is for all of you crew people watching backstage. The first person to find the World Title and bring it to me will receive –
(He counts on his fingers, figuring out his take from the earlier poker game.)
Hunter: - Two hundred dollars.
Behind him, Jake stands up and rolls his eyes.
Jake: Seriously, Hunter, do you think you can bribe people into doing your bidding for a measley amount like-
He is cut off by the sound of fast moving feet; the corridors, which were previously silent, are suddenly full of life. Hunter dodges as one young sound engineer rushes past.
Hunter: You obviously aren’t aware of what appalling rates Ginger pays for off-camera work.
Taking the opportunity presented to him, Hunter abruptly resumes hostilities and he and Jake battle their way down the hall, being passed every so often by a member of the now massively expanded belt-hunt. Jake has to retreat backward, and finds himself up against a wall; Hunter closes in, but then gets knocked aside as one of his “recruits” dashes past, still on the hunt for the belt. Jake drives forward and busts out a range of kicks; the crowd is entranced as the two men pour out all their frustrations on one another until they both have to pause from fatigue. As Jake catches his breath, he sees one of the security guards walking across a corridor junction a little way ahead, talking into a two-way radio.
Guard: Yes, I know it’s pandemonium in here at the moment… just keep the south doors closed, that part of the structure could be dangerous until they recover the car and fill in the hole. Anyone who needs to get to the parking lot will have to take the north route… assuming they can get past tweedledum and tweedledee kicking the shit out of one another…
As the guard disappears, Jake looks to his left and sees the external doors to the north side of the outer parking lot. He begins to smile… and does not even pause to look at Hunter before rushing out. He gets quicker and quicker, not even looking back to see if he’s being followed.
Edison: Is he going where I think he’s going?
Maxwell McNally: Yes. Jake knows how to think, I see. Technically, the parking lot DOES count as part of the arena.
And then Jake stops his sprint dead in his tracks. He sees a circle of cars, conveniently placed around a black car that is very familiar to Jake. It is the same model that Yin and Yang set up on the pier, the same model that the 14K Triad blew up a couple of weeks ago: Hunter's third car. Jake smiles and runs toward the circle, with Hunter not far behind. Hunter stops in Jake's previous spot and tries to take a breath. He then looks up at the familiar black car, which Jake desperately attempts to enter.
Hunter: Hey, that's my...
And then it hits him. Ginger did say that the title is "somewhere obvious." His eyes widen. He instantly takes off while Jake circles the car trying to find a way in. Perhaps he should break the window? Not with bare hands, no. Kick it? Being Asian, naturally he has bare feet. Or... the keys? Hunter ignores Jake, and instantly goes straight to the front left tire. Jake stares in awe as Hunter manages to find the remote to unlock the car.
Jake: You keep your keys on the TIRE?
Hunter: Come on, you think I parked IN THE MIDDLE OF A CIRCLE OF CARS!?
Jake: ...touche.
Hunter stops for a second and looks at the remote in his hands, and then looks inside the car. Jake follows his glance and both of them instantly realize what the other is thinking. There is a lengthy stare down, worthy of a Sergio Leone film, until finally Hunter presses the button and both competitors leap inside as fast as they can.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: And...they're off, I guess!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:23:45 GMT -5
The camera cannot pick up what's happening inside the car, but it does begin to rock back and forth oddly. After a moment, a figure flies through the windshield, and the cameraman approaches the figure to reveal Hunter, covered in glass and cuts, holding the ACW World Championship. But his mind is on something else.
Hunter: I JUST fucking bought that!
Jake leaps out of the car and rolls into a standing position. The moment he sees the title in Hunter's hands, his eyes light up, and he instantly jumps at Hunter.
Maxwell McNally: Hunter's got the title!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: And Jake has his eyes on it!
Hunter rolls out of the way and, finally realizing his situation, he instantly begins trying to fasten the title around him. Jake continues to swing his fists at him, obviously making it difficult for Hunter to do this, and eventually Jake punches him in the elbow, sending the title flying out of his hands onto the top of the car. Jake charges at it, but Hunter grabs his leg and holds him back. He pulls him in and quickly drops him in a makeshift back suplex, and then runs for the title...but stops. Atop the car stands Kevin Fitsharris, holding the title and looking at it curiously.
Fitsharris: Hey, Hunter, I think I found i---
In conceivably the most painful looking move in ACW history, both Yin and Yang leap off one of the cars encircling Hunter's and spear Fitsharris simultaneously, causing him to fly off the car directly into the hard surface below.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ...well that certainly won't just STING in the morning.
Maxwell McNally: RIP Kevin Fitsharris...
The title, however, manages to fall back directly into the position it was in before: atop the car. Hunter runs around and tries to grab the title, but Jake runs up its length, putting in dents, and jumps onto the roof, grabbing the title and causing the roof to cave in.
Hunter: GOD DAMN IT, I SAID IT'S NEW!!!
Jake keeps his fingers on the title, but Kalb appears out of nowhere and snatches it out of them. He tosses it to Hunter, who promptly secures it on his waist. Jake leaps off the car at Hunter, but Hunter extends his leg forward for a kick. Jake ducks the kick, rolls through the fall, and then nails a quick Flash Kick out of nowhere. Hunter flies into the car, shattering the driver's side window, and then turns around to see Jake charging at him again. He ducks, and Jake ends up flying directly into the car!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh Max, I have no idea how this one's going to end. How can either man get weak enough to even get pinned?
Maxwell McNally: I'm not sure, Eddie...but I'm certain it'll happen sooner or later.
Hunter signals to Kalb, who grabs Jake's legs and promptly pulls him out of the car, smacking his front on the cold pavement. Hunter spins him around and covers him, but the pin is delayed when they realize that the referee is still a few feet away.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Heh, you can't get much of a pin without a referee, can you?
Kalb rushes over to the referee and calls him over, but by the time the referee is finally there, Jake has already managed to sneakily unfasten the title from Hunter's waist. The champion leaps up, feeling ticklish, only to see that the title has remained on the ground. He reaches for it, but Jake grabs it and rolls under the car. Just as Hunter gets ready to take the title back, Yin and Yang suddenly appear and hold him back.
Maxwell McNally: Darn it all, the referee has to keep this match controlled. We can't have any more interferences!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well there are no clear rules, Max, everything that's happened so far is perfectly legal.
Pause.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: In the match, anyways.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:24:35 GMT -5
Kalb manages to pull Yang back, and Hunter quickly pushes Yin away and delivers a vicious kick to his head, and then ducks down to look under the car; Jake is gone. He looks back up, and then suddenly feels an arm come under him and pull him down.
Maxwell McNally: Jake's got the pin!
But Hunter quickly kicks out after he hears the nearby referee yell "TWO!" He sees the World Championship around Jake's waist and this infuriates him to the point where he cannot think very clearly. He starts grabbing at the title, but Jake cleverly dodges his grabs. That is, of course, until Hunter grabs something else.
Cue the awkward pause.
Jake: Why Hunter, I didn't know you cared.
Hunter blinks a few times, his breath completely caught. Arguably the strangest thing he does is not removing his hand from that particular region. But then again, that may be part of his genius. Fitsharris, although showing clear signs of a concussion, manages to sneak behind Jake and unhook the title, and Hunter quickly grabs it as it falls and rolls back. The Capitalists grab Jake on either side as Hunter attaches the title, and then Hunter charges in, going for a Floyd Kick...but Jake ducks! Hunter ends up flying over him, and the four of them all fall over in various directions. "Clusterfuck" is not an inappropriate term.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: I'm certain if the referee could count anyone out right now, they'd ALL be out.
Yin and Yang promptly recover and lift Hunter up, pinning him to one of the cars in the large circle. Yin attempts to unhook the title, but Hunter repeatedly jumps up so that Yin's hand can only attach itself to Hunter's crotch. Yin looks at Hunter, fairly infuriated.
Hunter: Uh...I have no witty explanation. But at least you don't have the title.
Kalb pulls Yin back and the two begin to brawl, giving Hunter a free hand to elbow Yang in the face. Getting fairly sick of him, Hunter proceeds to smash his face into one of the nearby cars, and then takes a step back and nails him with the Killer Spear!
Maxwell McNally: Oh my, you can certainly count Yang out of this contest!
Hunter turns around only to run straight into a few fists from Jake, who then promptly nails a jumping spinning leg lariat, sending Hunter flying into one of the cars. Jake quickly unhooks the title and begins to struggle with it, trying to put it on. Hunter tackles Jake, and the title flies off into the air, landing outside the circle of cars.
Hunter: GODDAMNSONUVABITCH!!!
Hunter charges out of the circle, but Jake pulls him back. Hunter then sees Yin charging at him and promptly ducks, only to have Yin knock out the nearby Fitsharris. Yin then spins around only to have Kalb tackle him into a car, and then he spins around only to have Jake viciously headbutt him. Hunter and Jake stand tall and look around, and see that their friends and bodyguards are all laying unconscious around them. Their eyes meet.
Jake: No more interferences, I take it?
Hunter: Seemingly not.
Jake: So...this is it?
Hunter: I hope. Because, Russian or not, I'm freezing my balls off out here.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:25:02 GMT -5
Jake smirks, and then breaks off into a run. Hunter is just behind him as both of them roll over nearby cars and charge out of the circle. They stop for a moment and look around, and then both of them see the title at the same time: it rests atop a large SUV in the proper parking lot, slightly hanging off the edge.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh my, there it is, Max, there it is!
Maxwell McNally: It's coming to an end sooner than later!
They charge at it yet again, but naturally it is Hunter who first comes up with the clever interference. He kicks Jake in the side, causing the latter to roll over himself and fall on his face. Hunter smirks as he climbs on top of the SUV and grabs the title. He tries to secure it around his waist, but Jake manages to climb up to the top after him. Hunter's eyes widen, and he promptly jumps onto the next car. He smiles for a moment as he sees a long line of cars before him, and then instantly breaks into a sprint, jumping from car roof to car roof, Jake trailing behind him!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well...it's clever, if anything.
Maxwell McNally: Something tells me that this show will NOT end without a lawsuit...
Having finally secured the title around his waist, Hunter spins around, getting ready for Jake to come at him...but Jake is not behind him. He raises an eyebrow just as Jake sneaks up behind him and tackles him onto the roof of a nearby car, directly at the edge of this long line of cars. Jake pounds desperately at Hunter, who quickly blocks a strike and kicks Jake off. The two get to their feet and exchange a few more strikes, until Hunter manages to kick Jake in the chest. He hits him in the back a few times as Jake attaches himself to Hunter's waist.
Maxwell McNally: Wait, is Jake doing what I think...
McNally's voice trails off as Hunter smashes Jake in the back one more time, and then finally lifts him up for his beloved finisher.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: OH MY GOD, IT'S THE SHOTGUN! IT'S COMING, MAX, IT'S COMING!!!
Hunter holds Jake there for a moment, but this is conceivably his final mistake. Jake slaps Hunter hard across the back of the head and drops down onto the hood of the car, grabbing the loosened title from Hunter's waist and rolling off onto the pavement. Jake ignores the sickening sound of his flesh hitting the pavement, as well as the stinging sensation that comes with it, and quickly fastens the title around his waist. Hunter is just as quick, and he leaps off the car, flying directly at Jake...
Maxwell McNally: Oh, I think Hunter's going to---
...only to have Jake leap forward and hit Hunter midair with the most vicious looking Second Heartbeat of all time!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maxwell McNally: THAT'S THE SECOND HEARTBEAT! AND JAKE'S GOT THE TITLE!!!
Jake falls over Hunter instinctively and RAF is already in position, having ran around the cars and found a good watch position. He slaps the pavement once, twice...and then a third and final time. And it's all Jake needs.
Maxwell McNally: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: HE'S DONE IT! JAKE CHENG HAS DONE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Philip: Here is your winner...and the NEW ACW WORLD CHAMPION, JAKE CHENG!!!!!!!!!
"Second to None" blasts through the speakers, but Jake can barely hear it outside. He gets to his feet and attempts to hold himself up by balancing on a nearby car. He looks around and does not see Yin or Yang around him, and when he looks at the arena, he can hear his music coming from inside, and he can hear the fans cheering wildly. He looks down at Hunter, lying lifeless on the pavement, and that's the exact moment it hits him. He unhooks the ACW World Championship from his waist and looks at it silently for a few moments. RAF, in a rare moment of non-objectivity, approaches him and pats him on the back.
RAF: You did it, son. Congratulations
Jake exhales slightly, and then gently puts the title against his forehead before raising it high above his head for the cameraman in front of him. A wide smirk crosses his face as he hears the fans' cheers grow louder and louder, but he nevertheless remains perfectly still in his triumphant pose. He wouldn't want to ruin the moment…
Fade to Black…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 26, 2008 16:25:23 GMT -5
Closing Segment (OTA): The Final Solace (Credit: Hunter)
Twenty Minutes Later
His eyes are dark and beady, and he can barely stay on his feet. He stumbles down the hallway, utterly lost, almost completely unable to see where he's going. It is instinct and instinct and instinct alone that keeps him moving through the halls, his feet barely able to keep up his body. After a few moments, he crashes through a door, and to his surprise, it is the door to the Senatorial Office. The room is empty, as he expected it would be, and he peels himself off the floor to continue toward the back of the room, making his way into the kitchen. He eyes the fridge and looks through, and then pulls out a large box. He props it down on the table before him, and despite the darkness of the room, he knows precisely what he holds. He opens the box and glares inside at the large amount of glass bottles of beer, and then pulls out two of them. He looks at them silently for a moment, and then shakes his head.
Hunter: Fuck sobriety.
He slams the tops of both bottles against the edge of the table, and the caps fly off. Ignoring the mess he knows it will make, he lifts both bottles and simultaneously balances them over his mouth, pouring the dark liquid all over him, only half of which makes it inside his system. He tosses the bottles off to the side and takes two more, repeating this as many times as he can. His physical tolerance is surprisingly high. His mental tolerance is something else. He does not blink once, and he continues to pour as if he was a machine. He is blind now, and he is certainly lost. He has nothing except for the large box of bottles before him. He is a broken man. But he will not go out an empty one. He will drown himself now because he must. He does not want it, but he needs it.
It is all he has left.
End of Show.
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Post by hunter on Jan 26, 2008 16:26:22 GMT -5
Sweetness. Congrats to you, champ, you earned it.
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