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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:24:04 GMT -5
Segment: Dreams (Credit: Flamingo)
After the systematic dismantling of BK London, Adrian Flamingo didn’t go home. In fact, he did everything but go home and rest that night. While his uncle Mickey and Kevin Anderson left to celebrate that night, Adrian stayed behind to suck in the atmosphere. As he looked up at the night sky, a giant burden had been lifted from his shoulders as he never had to return to that damn wheelchair again. Although it was all part of a scheme to trick BK London into retirement, Adrian never let on that being in that wheelchair made him feel claustrophobic. Like a bird, Adrian Flamingo felt at home in the skies and a wheelchair is the one place every high-flyer fears ending up one day. As most wrestling commentators love to shout “it ain’t called high-risk for nothing”’, and like most risks, some people were burned.
People like Mike Quackenbush who suffered a concussion on the night of one of the biggest tournament wins in his life when his foot got hooked on the top rope as he attempted to dive out of the ring unto an opponent. That one small miscalculation shot Mike headfirst down into the hard floor outside the ring like a lawn dart. People like Mark Briscoe who overshot a shooting star press that resulted in him being folded up like an accordion on the ring mat by his own momentum. People like Dan “Spider” Quirk whose botched attempt at a plancha to an opponent outside of the ring resulted in his own death. Yeah, it was high-risk, but being confined to the ground just didn’t feel natural.
There was those who felt Adrian’s wheelchair stunt was distasteful, especially in a sport where many wrestlers do end up in wheelchairs for the rest of there lives. Adrian could only wish that those people would understand the type of discomfort you get when you have to act out your biggest fear. Whatever, Adrian wasn’t in this business for the approval of others anyway. He wasn’t in the business for money, for power, or even title belts anymore. To be brutally honest, Adrian wasn’t quite sure why he was here anymore.
His black boots scuffed the streets of Philly, a town he was learning to call home since leaving his beach home on the sands of California for the last time. One would expect that leaving his hometown would be a tearful goodbye, but the sunny beaches didn’t represent Adrian anymore. No, he felt more at ease with himself walking the streets of Philladelphia… a city that had been renamed “Killadelphia” due to rising murder rates. Adrian could appreciate the unpredictability of it all… Mickey however missed the beach house.
Mickey: I don’t see why we had to move… it ain’t like BK wuz gunna come git us or anythin’.
Mickey’s scattered, quick steps threw off the soft, melodic tone that Adrian had been setting with his. Adrian glared over at Mickey whose worried face told stories of fear and paranoia.
Adrian: This has nothing to do with BK London. I just feel that I outgrew California and all of its plastic and polish. To tell you the truth, I’ve been sick of the place for months now, I only stuck around because you seemed so attached to it.
Mickey rounded a street corner to the entrance of the apartment complex the duo now called home. It was an old brick building and, by the looks of it, if any of the other tenants found out how much money the Flamingos had they’d be robbed and left for dead – just more of that spontaneity that Adrian craved. With his back pressed firmly against the entranceway, Mickey dug into his black leather coat for the keys to their room so he won’t have to do it in the hallway where anyone and everyone might just see how much money he has on him and shank him. Adrian watched all of this in amusement of course. As they entered the apartment building and maneuvered their way down crowded hallways filled with a putrid smell that burned the nose hairs in each man’s nostrils and noise pollution that made a crowded beach feel like a library.
Mickey: I still don’t like this place. Everybody’s rude and the only bar that play country music is one of dem gay bars. I knew there was something about city life that I hated.
Adrian: Well, Mickey, you’re more than welcome to head back to California, but you might have to kill the family of four that have already moved into the beach house.
Mickey: Don’t tempt me, Addie. I dunno what yer Daddy’d say if he saw this god awful place. This is where crack dealers live, Addie, it ain’t safe!
Mickey continued to bitch and complain as they headed for the stairs (the elevator was broken), but Adrian couldn’t hear a word he was saying. All Adrian could hear was an odd ticking noise in the back of his head. The more he focused on it, the fainter it sounded. Yet when he ignored it, it was like someone was banging a bass drum. The ticking started after he hit the limo and his doctors couldn’t explain it, but Adrian was starting to grow to appreciate his new ticking friend.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:24:43 GMT -5
Detective Work Credit: Jay Zero [/b][/center] As we return from that previous segment, we are quick to open up to a new scene. This time, it stars none other than ACW’s Charlotte King. She is standing in front of a steel display and has a microphone in her hand, all ready to go. She is given the signal and now it’s time for Charlotte to spill her guts about all the info on Nicholas Savich. [/center] Charlotte King: Evening! I’m Charlotte King and as most of you already know, I’ve been a bit interested in the actions of two men lately. Limelight and his manager, Nicholas Savich. The boos can be heard all the way backstage and Charlotte pauses to give them time to die down. [/center] Charlotte King: Since the first day I met them I always have a strange feeling in my stomach. No, it wasn’t so much because of how Limelight doesn’t talk – or, or how like, they’re both so conceited. I was curious about who they were because of Nicholas Savich’s uncanny ability to overheat about the simplest matters. If you say no to the man, he’ll threaten to “break” you. That just isn’t right! Charlotte pauses for a moment, giving herself some time to catch a breather. [/center] Charlotte King: It’s either what he says, or you’re the enemy in his eyes. Who is even safe from him then? I don’t even think the group that he’s aligned himself with which is called the Second Coming is safe from his rage issues! If he gets the wrong referee one of these days, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got thrown out of the ring! The reality is, when you mix a man with a little temper like Nicholas Savich and a goon like Limelight to do the dirty work for him into a business like this, then frankly, nobody is safe! I know I’m certainly not because of what I’ve done and what I’m about to do right now! For a few weeks now I’ve done some research on Nicholas Savich and Limelight. Surprisingly, I could not find a single piece of information on exactly who Limelight is. I just thought that was the strangest thing. It’s like he just randomly showed up one day out of the blue. But as for Nicholas – heh, well. I’ve learned about his past jobs, his past family, everything! And – well, this may explain exactly why he’s this way. Around 13 years ago, Nicholas was a teach--- “AAAAH!” shrieks Charlotte when out of nowhere, something blindsides the camera man. The camera loses focus and hits the ground and all we can hear is Charlotte screaming and the faint voice of Nicholas Savich. “I told you to stay out of my business! Now this is personal, Charlotte!” Within seconds, we can only believe that Limelight has stomped onto the camera because there is a loud thud, and we lose all signal. A few seconds pass of the white noise until the screen turns into a technical difficulties. Please Stand By, We Are Experiencing Some Technical Difficulties[/u] As we are left with no more shot, and no more audio, we are left guessing what has just happened here. The shot cuts out to another location. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:26:20 GMT -5
Match 4: Step into the LIMELIGHT Open Challenge Limelight vs Mystery Opponent (Credit: Jay Zero) We cut from the backstage area into the spacious, wide-open area of the ACW arena. Many fans push and shove in excitement as the camera sweeps by their section. The camera then begins to zoom in towards the ring where Philip Jones is standing idly with a microphone in hand. [/center] Maxwell McNally : Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Genocide! Let's take the action in ring now as we join our veteran ring announcer Philip Jones! [/center] A few seconds later Philip moistens his lips and pulls the wireless microphone up to his lips. [/center] Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contested is scheduled for one fall! He pulls the microphone away from his face and then folds his hands together behind his back. Since the camera is still located in the ring, the viewers watching at home aren’t sure what’s going on yet as the live crowd begins to boo loudly. The camera angles change and we now have a shot at the entrance way where Nicholas Savich has made his way out to. He stands on the stage with both arms held out wide to soak in all of the chants from his “loving fans.” Something that stands out very noticeably is the large hunk of gold that he holds in his right hand that is most likely the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. [/center] Philip Jones: Please welcome to the ring at this time – Nicholas! Saaavich! Nicholas begins to walk down the entrance ramp with an ever-so-confident smile on his face. He pulls the Heavyweight Title close to his chest before whipping the strap over his shoulder. Several fans try to grab his attention but Nicholas just scoffs at them and keeps on going. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. He strolls down the apron for a little bit before stopping to wipe his shoes off. He steps into the ring through the middle and top rope and nods his head at Philip Jones who is now coming back with a second microphone in his hands. He hands the microphone to Nicholas who plans on getting this one started early. [/center] Nicholas Savich: Thank you! Thank you! Please! No more applause! Please! I’m begging you people! I’m starting to blush! Boooooo. [/I][/center] Nicholas Savich: Ahh whatever! Lets get down to business here! You all paid good money to get into this event, and I’m sure that you all want to see some good ole’ wrestling! So you know what --- lets not waste any more time and get this one started! Come on, Lime! Maxwell McNally : Well Nicholas Savich seems very eager to get this one started here tonight. [/center] ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Well whatever this man wants, he seems to get one way or another from his minion, Limelight! So hey, if he wants a match, then let’s just get right down to it! He pulls the microphone away as the lights slowly begin to die down. Stand Tall And Step Into The. . . “Freak” by Silverchair begins to drive out of the speakers but not even the jeers from the crowd can overpower the sound. The intensity in the arena right now of the entire crowd getting into it and the music pumping can send chills down your spine.[/center] Philip Jones: The following contest is the Step Into The Limelight open challenge! Making his way to the ring weighing in at three hundred and twenty two pounds standing at six foot four inches tall! He is the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! LIIIIIIMELIGHT! As normal when the first loud guitar riff enters, then green spotlight shines down. But this time – something is off. Limelight is not alone. The crowd boos nearly twice as loud as other people can’t seem to comprehend how to react. On Limelights shoulder is none other than ACW’s own Charlotte King! The lights in the arena return to normal as Limelight shrieks out into the open. In the ring Nicholas Savich is found laughing while Philip Jones isn’t quite sure what to make of the situation. [/center] Maxwell McNally: What in gods name? Nicholas now begins to yell at Philip, saying to “welcome” Charlotte to the ring. Philip just shakes his head and the conversation can be heard over the two microphones still on. [/center] Philip Jones: Sir, I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but I want no part of it! Nicholas Savich: Just do what you’re told! Philip Jones: I—I won’t. [/size] Limelight begins to walk down the entrance ramp with Charlotte kicking and screaming, trying to let herself free of the grasp of the big man. Back in the ring, Nicholas finally gets irritated and decides to do it himself. He pulls the microphone up to his lips and begins to announce Charlottes entrance. [/center] Nicholas Savich: Fine! Since Philip here can’t even do his own job correctly, allow me! And the challenger! From Cambridge, United Kingdom! She is ACW’s own lovely backstage interviewer! Charlotte King! The crowd cannot believe that he’s actually about to do this. Limelight approaches the ring and places Charlotte on the apron and rolls her in. Before she can stand up and get out of harms way, Limelight slides in under the bottom rope and grabs her again. Philip Jones walks towards Nicholas to plead with him, but can’t get much closer as Limelight is quick to snap at Philip, sending him back in the direction he came from. The music begins to fade and Charlotte tries all she can to stop whatever it about to happen. Nicholas continues to laugh at her misery and then bends over to speak to her. [/center] Nicholas Savich: Charlotte! Remember when I told you that my past does not concern you? Do you remember when I told you to stay out of my way?! HM? DO YOU REMEMBER CHARLOTTE?! CAUSE FOR SOME REASON, I DON’T THINK YOU HEARD ME! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Okay, he may just be going a bit over the line if he really expects this to happen….
Maxwell McNally: May be? Come on Eddie! The poor girl can’t do anything about it! Even Philips trying to talk some sense into that crazed man! Nicholas Savich: Charlotte ---- Maybe this is just the wake-up call you need to make you realize that you’re nothing but an interviewer! All you need to do is ask tiny, obvious questions. You don’t need to be digging up questions that quite frankly, I don’t feel like answering! Ref, get your ass in here and ring the bell! Booooooo!
Philip shakes his head and slowly leaves the ring looking on at Charlotte very sympathetically. The referee continues to stand on the outside of the ring, looking on at Nicholas. [/center] Nicholas Savich: What—Are you deaf?! GET IN THE RING AND CALL THIS MATCH!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:27:05 GMT -5
The referee begins to shake his head before yelling out a simple response. “No.” This takes Nicholas by shock and he can’t believe that an official would have such nerve. [/center] Maxwell McNally : Finally! Somebody is standing up to Nicholas Savich and Limelight! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Yeah! The referee is refusing to enter the ring! [/center] Nicholas Savich: …. No? In the ring, Charlottes eyes dilate as she looks at the referee. She glances back up at Nicholas who is now becoming angrier by the second. [/center] Nicholas Savich: … NO?! … NOBODY SAYS NO TO ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! Within a blink of the eye, Limelights right arm swiftly shoots across and grasps the throat of Charlotte King. The referee begins to shout at Nicholas, begging for him not to do it. Charlotte coughs and gasps for air as she is choked. [/center] Nicholas Savich: YOU’VE DONE THIS TO YOURSELF CHARLOTTE! NOW YOU HAVE TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES! FINISH IT LIME! Just before Limelight can react, the entire arena is set off in shock ---- OoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAAAAAH!The arena completely erupts in cheers, all rapidly rising to their feet to look at the Alphatron. Nobody can quite believe what’s happening. In the ring, Limelight pushes Charlotte back, but not enough to make her leave a vertical base. Nicholas irately looks at the stage and Limelight is quick to follow. [/center] ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: WHAT?!
Maxwell McNally: There’s no way! It can’t be! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: IT HAS TO BE! THAT’S THE SOUND OF ONLY ONE MAN! In the ring, Charlotte notices that the two are both focused on something else and she quickly slips out of the ring under the bottom rope and to safety. While the entire crowd is awaiting who they believe is the Macho Man RDK --- something else follows up that makes them a little disappointed… [/center] ... And once you’ve said Pablo Lopez! YOU’VE SAID IT ALL! [/size][/b][/font] The crowd immediately begins to boo in dissatisfaction as “Free for All” by Ted Nugent begins to blare on the loud system. Nicholas looks slightly confused at first—but then begins to laugh at the man who walks out onto the stage: Pablo Lopez. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well that’s certainly not the man we were expecting! This is only Fallouts own, Pablo Lopez! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison:: Are you kidding me Maxy? ONLY?! This is THE Pablo Lopez we’re talking about here! As Nicholas laughs, he turns around and notices one thing – Charlotte is gone. Back and forth he looks for her before realizing she’s gotten away. He yells out in a distraught manner which catches Limelight attention. [/center] Quickly as he sees his opportunity, Pablo Lopez makes his way out onto the stage and begins to sprint down to the ring. Halfway towards the ring his foot gets caught on something and he does a hard face plant on the steel surface, but he gets up like a real trooper and starts to sprint again. Surprisingly, he makes it down the second half without damaging himself. He successfully slides into the ring and dives onto Limelights back, trying to choke him out with a sleeper! The first quick millisecond catches Limelight off guard, but it doesn’t harm him by any means. Nicholas turns back around, more pissed off than he was before when Charlotte tried pulling her stunt earlier in the night. He sees Pablo on top of Limelight and instructs Limelight to just get rid of him. Limelight reaches back and grabs Pablos left leg and then gets his other free hand around his neck. He twists his body around and then zips back in the other direction, sending Pablo’s body spinning and right into a modified Bosses Choice Option One. His head bounces off the ring mat with intensity and it looks like this one could be over for Pablo already. Maxwell McNally : Well – we have Pablo Lopez quite possibly being today’s hero for Charlotte King … But, he’s sure not getting as much out of it as he may have expected.[/center] Limelight slowly paces over to the squeamish Pablo Lopez. He bends over and grabs Pablo by the collar of his shirt and hoists him up to a vertical base. Waisting no time, he wraps his giant palm around his throat, preparing to do what he was going to do to Charlotte before. He lifts Pablo up nearly 7 feet into the air and slams him down with force that shakes the entire ring and makes Pablo’s body spazz out. The crowd boos as Limelight begins to taunt the defenseless man now. Pablo is most likely out cold with only those two moves. Nicholas now grabs his microphone and yells at Limelight to get him out of the ring. Cooperating with what he says, Limelight picks Pablo up and lifts him high above his head in a gorilla press. He walks over to the ropes and dumps him out. He lands on his feet but the impact sends him crashing backwards and rolling several times. Nicholas Savich: Well there you go people! Once again, all of my plans are ruined because of ONE, stupid little person who thinks they’re tough! So you know what! SCREW YOU! EACH-AND-EVERY-ONE-OF-YOU! THIS ENTIRE COMPANY IS WORTHLESS TO ME! NONE OF YOU MATTER, AND NONE OF YOU SURE AS HELL APPRECIATES REAL TALENT! YOU ALL--- Well—somebody has had enough of this. The lights dim and Nicholas’ mic is cut off. Several moments pass in complete darkness before a faint sound becomes louder—and louder…
REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH![/center][/color][/b][/font]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:27:39 GMT -5
The crowd wonders who it is, and many have their speculations—but al questions are answered when the dark blue lights of only one man shine down on him. It’s none other than Jay Zero kneeling down of the stage, praying up to God with a smirk on his face. “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode blares as the crowd goes insane for the return. Jays smirk grows wider and wider as the scowl on Nicholas Savich’s grows worse. ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison:: OH MY! HE’S BACK!
Maxwell McNally: --He’s not supposed to be here! He wasn’t supposed to be cleared for 6 to 8 weeks and … Well, it’s only been four weeks on today!
‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Who cares Maxy! Jay Zero is back, baby! Jay Zero stands up from his praying position and spins around multiple times, pumping his arms up and down to get the crowd into it. His hair is slightly different now. Instead of being all straight and flared up, it’s not curly all around the edges and he seems to have some facial hair for a very disgruntled look. He has long black socks and long black and white shorts that when put together completely cover up his legs and he has a plain white t-shirt on. After looking into the crowd, he can only look at one man: Limelight. [/center] Philip Jones: And the challenger! From Portland, Maine—weighing in at 195 pounds! Please welcome back! JAAAAAY ZEEEROOOO! Nicholas glares back at Philip who smiles back at him. Nicholas starts yelling out that there’s not going to be a match. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well it looks like Nick Savich isn’t that happy about Philip just announcing this as a match! –But, after all, this is scheduled to be an open challenge! Jay Zero puts it into high gear and sprints towards the ring. Limelight prepares for the battle and gets into an athletic position, hopping up and down to keep the blood flowing. [/center] Ding Ding Ding! Jay hits the ring and quickly gets to his feet as Limelight charges forward. He goes for a big lariat but Jay somersaults underneath it and gets back to a vertical base. Limelight turns around and is quickly met with a dropkick that makes him stumble back just a few steps. The referee that was previously refusing to step into the ring now enters which angers Nicholas to no end. Still in the ring, he starts to shout at Limelight. Jay pushes forward with several forearm shots to his face. He then elbows Limelight and steps back a few feet before charging forward and jumping up high while thrusting Limelights head down straight into his heavy-duty protective cup. Maxwell McNally: Jay Zero hitting the move he likes to call the “Headbutt!” Limelight shakes the blow off and pushes Jay backwards to allow him some time to recuperate. Jay runs towards him again, but Limelight ducks under and flips him up and over the top rope! Quickly Jay twists his body and grabs the top rope, landing on the ring apron. Limelight doesn’t realize and stumbles forward a few steps. Jay jumps up and springboards off the top with a gun-packet missile dropkick that sends Limelight forward, colliding with Nicholas Savich, forcing him out of the ring! Wooo! Let’s Go Zero, Let’s Go! *Clap Clap* Limelight gets up and immediately notices his manager on the outside of the ring holding the back of his neck. This may be a bad choice for the big man as it gives Jay Zero all the more time to recover and catch his breath. Nicholas sees this and through all of his pain waves Limelight to turn around. Cooperating, he turns around already swinging and Jay runs and ducks under it. Limelight spins around from the force behind the blow and is immediately met by Jay Zero who leaps up looking for a hurricanrana! The powerhouse grabs onto Jay while he’s already on the way down. In one quick thrusting motion of his hip, he yanks Jay Zero back up and onto his shoulders and begins to spin around. ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison:: Lime countered and it looks like he’s trying for maybe a spinning powerbomb? Wow! Limelight keeps rotating, possibly trying to drain out the energy of the much faster Jay Zero. But within a blink of the eye, Jay Zero does something that only a few notice at first. He transfers his weight and flips his body over! Maxwell McNally: Wait a minute, Ed! I think Jay just turned that into a satellite head scissors! Around and around they go, when they stop; Jay Zero knows! He flips and forces Limelight’s body forward! He hits the mat with great force and the velocity sends him rolling half way across the ring and underneath the bottom rope where he lands on his feet on the outside, stumbling because of the dizziness. The crowd goes wild as Jay stands up, putting his light-headedness aside and posing for the crowd. [/center][/color] Outside of the ring, Limelight is becoming horribly angry as he slams his fists on the ring apron and attempts to re-enter the ring before his manager Nicholas Savich pulls him back. He makes him back away from the ring and begins to direct him up the rampway. The crowd boos at the cowardly actions while Jay keeps egging Limelight on to come back in the ring. Not caring what happens, the referee begins to make the count. 1.
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10! [/center] “Ring the Bell!” Ding Ding Ding! [/b] Jay Zero just smiles at Nicholas Savich whilst the bell rings and the referee walks over to raise his hand. The thousands of people in attendance are on their feet, cheering for Jay Zero; something he’s not very used to. After the referee raises his hand, Jay walks over and leans on the ropes, staring the two down with a smirk. [/center] Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by count out! JAAAAAY ZEEEROOOOOO! “Personal Jesus” begins to play and as Nicholas and Limelight continue to back up the ramp all they can do is watch on as Jay Zero keeps calling them back on to the ring. Nicholas stops with the PPW Heavyweight Title in his hand and raises it up high for Jay to see and says out loud “This still means we’re better than you!” Jay laughs and steps away from the ropes, raising his hands out to the fans and then reaching towards his neck to grab his cross pendant. He kisses it and holds it up in the air as the scene begins to cut to the back. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:28:21 GMT -5
Segment: “Hidden Secrets” Credit: Lucrezia / T-Kiss [It's that special time of night for the World Champion when he gets to take his boots out and lace them up, a ceremony that actually never gets old for him. One would imagine that the practice would get tedious after a while but after dreaming of doing this for a living for so many years, he feels just the opposite. Those close to him know all about this ritual and fully understand that he should only be interrupted only over a matter of great importance. That said, William Wilcox approaches with such a reason ...] Wilcox: TK, I have to tell you something and you’re probably not going to want to hear it. TK *rolling eyes*: But you are going to tell me anyway I expect. Wilcox: You expect right. Teeks, I’ve noticed that there has been an incredibly long lull in your training. Now I know this has never been an issue - TK *interrupting*: And shouldn’t be now.Wilcox *looking concerned*: I just don’t want to see you fall behind. You’ve always been able to balance your wrestling career with your other business ventures, but now I see you spending a lot more time away from the ring. TK: Well excuse me for wanting to clear my head for a few days! Do you know what my life has been like since I won this? Its like getting on a roller coaster that goes on twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Now do I mind this? No. Am I bitching about this? No. My life right now is like a living a dream, one in which I hope I never wake up from. I have everything I always wanted and then some. HOWEVER, when I do have a couple of days to myself you damn bet I’m going to separate myself from the fast lane just so I can maintain a small amount of sanity in life! Wilcox: I just don’t want to see a premature end to something you’ve worked incredibly hard for Kiss, that’s all. Just like tonight, you are going into a match that heavily favors your opponent and I did not even see you practicing a submission move a week. [TK’s busts out in laughter upon hearing this. A shocked looked is soon plastered on Wilcox’s face as he does not quite understand the reasoning for this reaction.] TK: Is this what this whole is all about? Wilcox: Not my entire concern, no, but a large part of it? Yes. TK: Don’t worry about tonight Wilcox. I have EVERYTHING covered. [Seeing the twinkle in TK’s eye, he knows he speaks the truth. Something is up, but whatever that something is, its going to have to wait. The locker room door quietly opens and on the other side is Anna Sommers, and just like that Wilcox is all but forgotten.] TK: Hey Anna Sommers: Hey Wilcox: I’ll see myself out ... [Wilcox sides steps Anna who dashes straight into TK’s arms. Looking a bit disgruntled, he does exactly what he says he’ll do and leaves the two alone, the first time they have been so since last weekend.] TK: I was afraid you wouldn’t make it.Anna: Your lack of faith in your girl is disturbing, Mr. Joseph. TK: Oh I have plenty of faith in my girl, just not when my schedule conflicts with the Spring/Summer Gucci fashion show.[Before she can object, he dives at her with a kiss. The two embrace one another with their lips locked, and if it wasn’t for the fact that both need oxygen to survive, they would most likely not separate anytime soon..] Anna: Ooooh, that was very clever of you. Perhaps you ARE a lot smarter than you look. [Before he can respond with another wit filled punch line, a knock comes at the door followed by the sounds of Wilcox’s voice requesting his presence. Knowing full well he can’t ignore it (he was just in the room, after all), Thunderkiss has no other choice but to answer the call. With a resentful shuffle in his step, he separates himself from Anna and moves toward the door.] TK: *sigh* Excuse me for a moment dear. Forgive me. [He leaves the room, albeit briefly. Alone, Anna takes a seat on his bench and tosses her Louis Vuitton beside her, accidently knocking over TK’s gym bag in the process. His contents spill onto the floor and she quickly dives down to retrieve them. As she tosses them back to where they belong, her fingers make their way onto a small black box, an object that’s very out of the ordinary in comparison to the other items. Feeling like inquisitive cat, her curiosity grips her and she has no other choice but to open the box. However, unlike a cat, her curiosity will not kill her but WILL come close. Anna flips the lid to the box and what her eyes lay themselves upon almost gives her a mild heart attack out of shock.] Anna: Oh my God. [In her hands rests a diamond engagement ring.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:29:57 GMT -5
Match 5: Tables Match Lucrezia vs Alex Richmond (Credit: Lucrezia) The next match on the card is certain to perpetuate the trend of bountiful carnage in ACW PPVs. Eager to see this bitter feud culminate in a climatic struggle, the crowd shushes as Philip brings his microphone to his lips. Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is an intergender tables match! Introducing first, from Hartford, Conneticut, Alex Richmond! "Money Talks" by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.
Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.Philip: And his opponent, from the Vatican, she is the Anointed One, Lucrezia Damiano! Lucrezia appears on the ramp, her demeanor lowering the temperature of the arena several degrees. Cesare links arms with his taller sister and they step down to ringside in perfect harmony. Lucrezia cackles, swaying like a pendulum to the hypnotic "Strict Machine." Cesare busies himself with a tray of consecrated Communion hosts and a goblet of holy wine. Lucrezia partakes in Holy Communion, smacking her red lips and caressing her tummy, a low purr issuing from her throat. Cesare exits after a quick peck on the cheek, leaving Lucrezia to circle her opponent, spiderlike fingers beckoning Richmond closer.Bell Rings. Anxious to extract some vegeance for his deceased and much treasured automobile, Richmond releases a warrior's bellow and charges at his slender opponent, showing off his background in college football with a diving spear tackle. Lucrezia clucks, sidestepping the move with the speed that would be the envy of any mongoose and slaps the disoriented man on the back of his head as he sails past. Though his body sustained no grievous injuries from his whiffed tackle, Richmond's ego is bruised beyond belief, and he slaps the mat with his palms like a three-year-old who cannot get his way. Lucrezia cackles, running her clawed fingers down her torso, sadistically aroused by his torment. Distracted with her own crazed merriment, she cannot muster up her defenses in time to avoid a dangerous Running Lariat from the powerful and quite peeved Richmond. Lucrezia's back takes the hit and Richmond is on her within seconds, delivering fearsome mounted punches to the temple. Before the referee can intervene, Lucrezia extends her leg fully and delivers a swift kick to the back of his head, forcing him off her in an impressive display of flexibility. With his head throbbing painfully, Richmond approaches with more caution, catching the still rising woman in a grapple hold. Richmond utilizes his superior upper body strength to force Lucrezia to one knee before knocking the wind out of her with a knee to the solar plexus. Doubled over and gasping, Lucrezia is open to a painful stalling vertical suplex, and the cocky Richmond stalls for as long as he possibly can before slamming her back viciously to the unforgiving canvas. As Lucrezia deals with the agonizing pain in her spine, Richmond spits and rolls out of the ring, hoping to get this over with quickly. He procures a long table from underneath the ring and slides it inside. He jumps up to the apron, moments away from entering, when a heavy black combat boot flies into his face and knocks him off the apron. The force of Lucrezia's running big boot sends him crashing into the security barrier, his spine soaking up most of the damage. The crowd starts a rousing "holy shit" chant as Richmond clutches the excruciating pain in his lower back. Lucrezia skips to the outside at Cesare's urgings and grips the struggling Richmond by his oily locks. With a screeching cry, the sadistic woman yanks back violently, driving Richmond's abused back into her pointy knee with her Flagellation backbreaker maneuver. In her primal, instinctive lust for sadism, Lucrezia is not sane enough to remember the rules of a table match, and comically pins Richmond outside the ring amidst a chorus of mocking laughter. Cesare rushes to his sister's side and whispers to her in hurried Italian, reminding her of basic wrestling laws. With a curious expression on her bizarre face, Lucrezia nods and shoves Richmond back inside the ring. However, this momentary confusion granted Richmond enough time to collect his wits. As Lucrezia turns, Richmond scoops her up to connect a wicked looking Running Powerslam. Cesare looks on in concern as Richmond lays into the stunned woman with a series of rough stomps, finishing with a textbook elbow drop to the midsection. Recognizing weakness, Richmond locks in his Breaking the Bank submission, a single leg crab. Of course, Richmond cannot hope to achieve a submission in this tables match, but he applies more pressure to humiliate and degrade the struggling woman, incensing Cesare on the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:30:41 GMT -5
Not satisfied until Lucrezia's screeching wails fill his ears, Richmond finally relinquishes the hold. He adds further insult to injury with a crushing knee drop to Lucrezia's back, leaving her writhing in the center of the ring. Richmond spits and scoops up the abandoned table, leaning it against the turnbuckle so the flat chestnut surface faces the opposite corner of the ring. Yanking Lucrezia up by her roots, he pulls with all his might on her arm, sending her to the tabled-corner in a massive Irish whip. Unable to stop with so much momentum, Lucrezia screams as her jaw meets the table with a sickening crunch. She staggers back, dripping fresh blood from her wounded mouth. The referee rushes in to check on Lucrezia's condition, however the crazed woman is anything but harmed. Indeed, she gathers up the blood juices in her mouth and launches a thick crimson globule, the projectile splattering in the referee's own eyes. He yells in pain, trying desperately to clear his vision. Richmond, overcome with absolute disgust, leaves himself open to a swift boot to the groin. Still trying to wipe the hot blood from his eyes, the referee doesn't see Cesare slide into the ring and knock Richmond over with a lunging roundhouse kick to the temple. He shares a quick blood-stained kiss with his sister before exiting once more to a rousing chorus of boos.
Lucrezia is on her fallen foe within seconds, brutally scratching his face with long sweeping strikes. All thoughts of strategy forgotten, Lucrezia simply yearns to inflict as much pain as she can on the hapless Richmond, now slamming the back of his head repeatedly against the canvas. She never tires and does not dismount her opponent until she devises new methods of torture. Aching to get back at him for his submission hold, Lucrezia returns the favor with an agonizing ankle lock dubbed Penance. Twisting his ankle with all of her might, Lucrezia stomps down hard on the back of Richmond's battered skull to maximize his pain. Richmond is beside himself in utter pain, understanding that tapping is completely fruitless and Lucrezia can simply apply more pressure till his ankle snaps. Refusing to let that terrible thought become a gruesome reality, he thrashes about, finally twisting his body around and connecting a solid boot to Lucrezia's unsuspecting jaw. With another horrible wail of pain, Lucrezia collapses like a sack of bricks, nursing her battered jaw. Her writhings grant Richmond time to get to his feet and nurse his own ankle. With both combatants panting from exertion, the crowd knows this vicious battle is quickly coming to a thrilling conclusion...
Richmond beats Lucrezia on the rise and attacks with a blistering knife-edged chop across her upper chest. She screeches, reeling back from the stinging blow, only to wince in pain a second time as Richmond follows up with a second chop. With Lucrezia's cries firmly in his ears, he whips her to the ropes, and on the rebound, catches her in a powerful Leg Lift Spinebuster. Lucrezia is in ga-ga land, completely sprawled out on the mat with imaginary duckies floating around her head. Before he can turn and set up the table to finish his opponent off, Cesare jumps up to the apron and calls out to the referee, hoping to buy Lucrezia enough time to recover. Having no desire for his victory to be snatched away by the devious Machiavellian youth, Richmond knocks Cesare off the apron with a running shoulder tackle to the gut, partly for the illegal roundhouse kick and mainly for orchestrating the destruction of his precious car. Smirking as Cesare howls from the outside, Richmond turns once more to the table and pulls open the legs, sitting the table a few feet away from the corner, forming a sort of triangle between the ropes, with the table serving as the hypotenuse.
Cesare got his wish, for his distraction bought enough time for Lucrezia to recover from the devastating spine buster she received earlier. As Richmond turns around to haul his opponent up to her feet, he's met with a bone-jarring European uppercut. Lucrezia spits out more blood and connects a wicked spinning backhand slap, pushing Richmond over the table in an awkward backflip. Clearing the table with a graceful leap, she lifts Richmond up and shoulder-rams him into the turnbuckle. Richmond halts another shoulder thrust with a quick snapping headbutt. With Lucrezia stunned, he hoists her up to the second rope, positioning her for the Top Dollar, his ultimate package piledriver finisher that would surely drive her head through the table and end the match. Lucrezia has other ideas, and with a manic grin, chomps down hard on his exposed crotch. Richmond howls, relinquishing his hold on Lucrezia and nursing his bitten crotch sitting on the top turnbuckle. Lucrezia further stuns him with a bony high elbow to his jaw and climbs the turnbuckle herself. Locking in a front facelock, she screams and jumps backward, driving Richmond's head through the table with her famed super DDT, the Final Anointing, putting an ultimate end to the carnage.
Winner: Lucrezia Damiano
"Strict Machine" plays once more throughout the arena as Lucrezia stirs to rise amidst the split table. Before the referee can raise her arm in victory, she twists Richmond's head by the chin, exposing his bare neck flesh. With a sickening manic grin, she opens wide and bites down hard, not stopping till she draws blood. Even more grotesque, Lucrezia readily gulps down blood by the mouthful, consuming as much as she can before the referee gathers his wits and wrenches the bloodied woman off Richmond. He sinks to the floor, and not long after EMTs rush to put him on a stretcher and escort him to the nearest hospital. Lucrezia meets Cesare outside the ring and lifts him up off his feet, carrying him back up the ramp like a new bride. She kisses him deeply, depositing the blood of her fallen nemesis deep into his throat. This obscene sight is the last the grossed out crowd sees before the screen fades to black....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:31:21 GMT -5
"It's Genocide" (Credit: Anonymous)
It's finally Genocide. Not all of the eyes lie on the ACW Championship match though. They lie on me and my appearance tonight. It's the anticipation everyone has. Just who has been doing this? Who is behind all of these threats and promises?
Just who is the person that stole Rattlesnake's prized weapon? Wouldn't you like to know. I don't blame you either. If I was as uninformed as you, I would want to know. But I know everything and that's just what makes this even more enjoyable.
The thing I find humorous is that Rattlesnake thinks he can scare me into our little confrontation tonight. It's not something that can be done as I'm doing this on my own free will. Rattlesnake can try whatever tactics he wants, they just won't work.
Anyways, be thrilled for tonight. I will be staring Rattlesnake in the face soon. If he does something that I don't like, I'm going to crack his skull with my Skullcracker.
A lot of you think of Rattlesnake as the predator tonight and that I'm the prey. But I look at it differently. The hunter is about to become the hunted. This supposed prey is getting backed into a corner and that is when I'm most dangerous.
So come on Rattlesnake. Come see me in the ring. I'm going to give you a reason to stay retired.
You better be prepared to expect the unexpected, but I don't think you'll see this coming.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:33:04 GMT -5
Segment: “NEWSFLASH: NICK DUREN INJURED!” Credit: Nick Durden / T-Kiss [Before we can go onto the next “act” of tonight’s PPV, our show takes a much unexpected detour. Straight from our show’s director, an announcement comes in the headsets of both announcers informing them of a backstage incident of dire importance. Being the trained professionals that they are both men know exactly what to do and its Edison that picks up the ball and runs with it.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Ladies and gentlemen, instead of going to our next scheduled match up, we are going to take you to Charlotte King who is standing by backstage near the scene of an apparent attack. Go ahead Charlotte. [The PPV image switches to a LIVE shot of the backstage arena where we see Charlotte King all set up and ready to break the news.] Charlotte King: We have some major news to pass along that literally changes the complexity of tonight’s main event. I am standing outside the locker room of Nick Durden where an incident occurred just moments ago resulting in injury to the Henshin Hero. Details are sparse at the moment, however witnesses describe seeing a lone assailant enter Durden’s locker room and then quickly exit it . [Although not on camera, Nick certainly makes his presence felt with an animalistic howl of agony. The camera pans down toward him for a moment. Judging by the pack of medics around him trying to apply a brace to his knee, we can safely deduce that's the specific injury in question. I say "trying to apply a brace" because Nick is ferociously swatting them away with one hand, while the other clutches his ailing knee.] Maxwell McNally: Was the weight of the unknown assailant close to 353 pounds?
Charlotte King: I know what you are alluding too Maxwell and believe me, all heads are turning in that direction right now.
Nick Durden: ARE YOU FUCKING DENSE, YOU STUPID TRICK?! There's only one goddamn person who'd want to do this!
[Speak of the devil. The moment that Nick gets carted out of his locker room on a stretcher is the moment that Thunderkiss arrives.]
Nick Durden: MOTHERFUCKER! I'm gonna break you into so many pieces that my grandmother who can complete a 10,000-piece puzzle of blue sky won't be able to put you back together!
[TK doesn't seem to be phased by Nick's blood-curdling threat.]
Thunderkiss *looking concerned*: Oh God, what happened?! Nick! Nick buddy... can you hear me!? HANG IN THERE! By God, do we not have a doctor in the house!?
Nick Durden: You weren't fooling anyone with that ski mask, asshole! You're the only guy who would wear a fucking Asia t-shirt!
[The World Champ leans over Durden’s stretcher looking absolutely grief stricken. It’s a shame that Oscars aren’t given out for wrestling performances because we’d be looking at the 2008 winner right here. Before fake tears can fall from his eyes, Charlotte puts her investigative skills to work and interrupts him in the middle of his acting. A still screeching Nick is hauled away.]
Charlotte: Thunderkiss. Excuse me Thunderkiss! Can you please tell your whereabouts during the last 15 minutes?
TK: Charlotte, do you have NO heart? Can you not see where my concern is right now? I have no time nor patience for your petty questions right now!
Charlotte: The general viewing audience says otherwise.
TK: Are you trying to imply that I had something to do with this? FOR SHAME CHARLOTTE, FOR SHAME! Did you get your journalism degree in a community college for God’s sakes!? Have you never heard about libel?
Charlotte: Yes. What you are describing is slander. In print it's libel.
TK: Whatever! You are assuming! And when one assumes, they make an “ASS” out of “U” and “ME!” Get it?
Charlotte: Yes...
TK: My sixth grade English teacher taught me that one! Now if you’ll excuse me, Miss No Facts! *shouting* HOLD ON NICK! I’M COMING!
[Thunderkiss leaves Charlotte in the dust as he takes off running in Nick’s direction, who has been wheeled far down the hallway by now. Alone in the front of the camera, Charlotte just shrugs her shoulders and ends her broadcast by displaying some of that ol’ Charlotte King humor that we have all grown to love throughout the years.]
Charlotte: Well, If there is no wit I guess one must acquit. Back to you Eddie and Max!
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:34:15 GMT -5
Segment: Freeman's Final Warning. (Credit: Thunder Train)
Walking backstage is one Thunder Train. He is fully geared up in his wrestling stuff ready for his Hardcore Match. However, Charlotte King walks up to him for a final word.
Charlotte: Mr. Train! Mr. Train! Can I please have a final word before you go out there?
Thunder Train: Listen, this ain't no make believe. I'm a very busy man. I don't have a lot of time for things like this. But...I guess I could do one final promo....Freeman! Man, this your final warning. Drop out of our match. I won't think less of you, the fans of ACW won't think less of you. Or if you don't want that, then just lay down when you walk out there. I do think that you cherish the ability to walk Freeman. Or hell, the ability to move period. Because after I'm done with you you won't be able to move at all. Everyone has seen what I can do to you. They saw that at Bloody Valentine. I have the ability Freeman to crush bones. JUST LOOK AT MY STRENGTH!
Thunder Train walks away from the camera then comes back on with a phone book.
Thunder Train: HERE YOU WANT TO SEE MY STRENGTH!?
Just when it looks like he is about to rip the phone book he opens it up and starts flipping through the pages. He finds what he is looking for points to it then the camera.
Thunder Train: Call Dorko Moogal! I snapped him in half! And Freeman they made a big mistake putting me in a Hardcore Match. And after I prove that your a sorry excuse for a wrestler Freeman I think it would be time to move onto bigger and better things like the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal...but I will talk more about that later. For now, Freeman, I would suggest calling your health insurance company before you walk out there just in case you don't make it back. On a side note Freeman, you haven't had too much luck in the winning department have you? Hehe
Charlotte: Don't you think thats a bit of a low blow? I mean you keep interfering in all of his matches!
Thunder Train: Oh my dear, thats just testing Freeman's concentration for his opponents. That was the one time I was actually helping him. It's not my fault he can't tell the difference. Wouldn't you agree?
Charlotte: Well, I think its a no good rotten trick! And you should be ashamed of yourself!
Thunder Train: THE MAN KICKED ME DOWN A SET OF STAIRS! I don't think thats very forgivable! I mean I can understand attacking me during or after a match. Hell, even trying to mess with my head. I like mind games. They prove who the better man is. But pushing me down the stairs is something I can't even fathom to do to another man.
Charlotte: What? I believe that if you had the chance you would push someone down a set of stairs!
Thunder Train: Thats it! You ask me for an interview, I give you one and THIS is how you repay me? Well bitch, I gotta get going.
And with that Thunder Train walks off the camera with a disgusted look on his face.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:37:05 GMT -5
The camera cuts back to ACW as the action is ready to begin again, with the crowd hotly anticipating this rematch. Inside the ring stands Phillip Jones, ready to introduce the next match and the participants.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Hardcore Rules match!! On the way to the ring first, from Long Island, New York, weighing in at 230 pounds, JASON FREEMAN!
Boos fill the arena as "Ugly" by The Exies blasts the arena's speakers. Out onto the stage walks Freeman, with more boos heard. A bandage can be seen on his head from the assault by Thunder Train this past Monday. The chorus of the song blares and pyros light up the sides of the stage. Freeman continues down the ramp, entering the ring and waiting for Thunder Train.
Philip: And his opponent, from The End Of the Tracks, weighing at 360 lbs…THUNDER TRAIN!
”Ice Train” hits and there’s a mixed reaction for Train as he walks down the ramp, the reaction fuelled by those that still hate him, but also those that have become more of a fan of him with TK’s face turn. Anyways, he enters the ring and Freeman is cautious as Thunder Train prepares himself, as Philip exits the ring.
Bell rings
Hardcore matches are a popular favourite in ACW, and everybody expects this to be a proper bloodbath, with the dominating Thunder Train, and the history that Freeman has had in the business. The two walk out from their corners and lock up, with Train exerting his power and throwing Freeman into the corner, and following it up with several punches to the stomach area. He sidesteps and Freeman falls straight out, not the start to the match he had planned. Train then lifts Freeman into a massive Sidewalk Slam, and rounds that off with elbow to the chest. He picks himself up off the ground, and also lifts Freeman up. He stands a groggy Freeman in the centre of the ring, and hits off the ropes, clattering into Freeman in a Rugby Tackle. He then tries to hit a leg drop, but Freeman manages to roll out the way, and Train remains on the ground, having completely blown himself out after such a rapid beginning.
Freeman gets to his feet and rests at the ropes, having already taking a plentiful punishment early on. He takes a gander about and drops to the floor, rolling out the ring. There’s a pop as the weapons begin to appear early, with Freeman grabbing a steel chair, slipping it under the ropes. He then looks around, and grabs the ring bell, also throwing that into the ring. He’s about to enter the ring, but pauses and instead looks under the ring again, and to the cheers of the crowd he pulls a table out, and places that in the ring. He re-enters, and the Thunder Train has already gotten back to his feet, but has still to catch his breath, and his back is turned to Freeman. Freeman grabs the steel chair and approaches Train, but FOR ONCE IN THE ENTIRITY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING Train doesn’t pretend he can’t see the titantron, and manages to duck as Freeman swings. Freeman’s chair hits the ropes, but he’s able to avoid the backlash, dropping to the floor as the chair flies back. Freeman drops the chair, and rises to his feet where he and Train get ready to dance again.
They lock up, and Train uses his extra 100+ lbs of weight to throw Freeman at the ropes. He doubles himself over, but Freeman attempts to hit a Sunset Flip. But Thunder Train grabs Freeman as he flips himself over, lifts him up and fiercely slams him to the ground in a high angled Spinebuster that shakes the ring. It would most certainly be more than enough to keep more wrestlers down, but Train makes the cover only to gain a two count, which shocks him and even most of a crowd who have seen everything in this fed. Train gets to his feet, greatly annoyed, and lifts Freeman up. He grabs the ring bell, and smashes Freeman right in the middle of his face. Freeman flies back to the floor, and Train hurls the bell out of the ring, and proceeds to make the cover:
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Kickout by Freeman!
The anger is showing in Train’s eyes now, as he gets up and prepares the table against one of the corners. He lifts Freeman up, and slams him to the ground in an attempt to cause more injury. He then lifts Freeman up and rests him against the table, and goes towards the other turnbuckle. He then turns, charging full pelt at Freeman, head down….Freeman manages to leap out of the way of what would have been a certain mauling, but turns to see Thunder Train manage to grab the ropes either side of the table and stop himself crashing through. He calms himself down from what was a close shave, but turns around to find that Freeman has grabbed the steel chair, and with as much effort as he possibly can give, forces the chair against Train’s skull, and he flies backwards like an explosion went off, crashing through the table. The crowd are in shock as Freeman drags Train to the centre of the ring and makes the cover:
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3-NO! Kickout by Thunder Train!!
Freeman looks pissed off at the ref, but in fairness his attack in this match has been minimal. He rolls out the ring again, again opening up the apron and taking out some more goodies to play with. Amongst these include a fire extinguisher, a toilet seat and, oddly enough, a stapler. He lifts Train up and plants him with a DDT, and then grabs the toilet seat. He opens it up and places the horseshoe part around Train’s neck, and smashes the seat bit down hard, and it cracks so hard against his face that it actually breaks off. But Train resists his grounds, and keeps on his feet. Even when Freeman takes the stapler to his hand does it only make him madder, and he practically rips the rest of the toilet seat away from his neck, throwing it to the floor and making Freeman even more nervous. But he grabs the fire extinguisher, and begins to spray it into Thunder Train’s face. Train notices this beforehand, and manages to cover his face as it’s sprayed. Freeman laughs like a maniac as the foam covers the entire ring, but stops, only to realise almost none of it affected Train apart from making him look that the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Train lets out a roar of anger, but Freeman silences this with a blow to the head from the fire extinguisher.
Freeman looks around the ring, and goes to the turnbuckle and begins to remove the turnbuckle covering, generating a few jeers for this heelish gesture. But Freeman isn’t done there, and actually manages to take off the entire turnbuckle! This effectively leaves half the ring with no top rope, and he takes it over to the Thunder Train, wrapping it around his neck. Train is pretty much helpless now, as Freeman throws him into the opposite corner and with the momentum and the pressure of the rope on his neck, Train has no option but to follow, and crashes into the turnbuckle. Freeman then lifts him out and over the ropes, pulling hard on the ropes to give the effect that Train is hanging, and this really gets a bad reaction from the crowd! Fortunately though Train manages to stick a foot on the apron, and lift himself back into the ring. But he runs straight into Freeman, who without haste plants him with a double underhook backbreaker. He makes the cover, but Train manages to kick out at two, as unbeknownst to Freeman, but the rope around his neck greatly loosens.
Freeman is greatly annoyed now and pulls the rope to “strangle” Train and get him up, and Train plays along, but keeping a grip on the rope to ensure he’s not strangled again. Freeman kicks him below and attempts to go for the Journey’s End, which would be a massive feat, but Train manages to push Freeman away. Freeman tries to pull on the ropes but Train shows that he’s still got a grip on it, and calmly removes the ropes from his neck. Shocked, Freeman attempts to attack Train, but Train instead lifts him up into the Derailment onto the steel chair! He makes the cover:
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Philip: Here is your winner, THUNDER TRAIN!!!
The fans give a mixed reaction as Ice Train hits and TT holds his hands in the air. He throws his arms in the air as a couple of paramedics rush down the ramp to check up on Freeman, who’s been cut open. TT exits the ring, and walks up the ramp, smug with victory as Freeman bravely manages to get to his feet, wondering just how Train managed to withstand all that assault. A number of crew workers come down to the ring to fix the turnbuckle, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:37:48 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Killing Caitlynn Ep. 6 (Credit: Mainer/T-Kiss)
[PROM NIGHT: The After-Party]
Inside one of Aiden Joseph’s converted bedrooms is an absolutely steamed Jamie Longshaw and Caitlynn Dufraisne. Jamie is in a pair of jeans with a black work shirt over it, degenerating from his prom suit. Caitlynn is in a white flowing dress which she wore to the prom. Caitylnn and Jamie are making out in the bedroom that’s been converted as Jamie is absolutely hammered off of his face. Caitlynn is repulsed as she feels the stinky breath of Jamie clash into her mouth, his tongue pressing violently into the back of her mouth. Caitlynn doesn’t try to resist as she thinks it’s simple making out but this suddenly gets bad. Jamie grabs her by the hips throwing her back into the wall his dirty mind and alcohol starting to take over. Jamie’s back to the door as he reaches out his hands like menacing claws attempting to grab a hold of his girlfriend who’s head hit the wall a little roughly as panic strikes and Caitlynn feels her very life in danger…
Caitlynn: No… don’t!
Jamie: But it’s prom night…
Caitlynn: I said no! You’re drunk and you’re…
Jamie: Relax… I’ve only had a few…
Caitlynn: I said no!
Jamie: Bitch, did I say I was giving you the choice?
Jamie reaches his hands out grabbing handfuls of the beautifully designed white gown ripping it with his muscle-bound hands. His huge frame towering over hers, unable to resist she silently screams for help as she feels the dress start to be torn away as Jamie reaches down trying to cop a feel shoving his tongue down her throat. Caitlynn is powerless to resist as Jamie has his way starting to unbuckle his belt. Jamie’s jeans hit the floor as Caitlynn silently screams again looking for some sort of escape but she finds none as Jamie looms closer and closer as he tugs the dress down with tears streaming down Caitlynn’s face, Jamie only concerned with getting laid as he presses himself closer to Caitlynn making a move that will scar her for life…
~!~CRACK~!~
Jamie collapses in a heap on the floor as a chunk of wooden chair shatters across his back. The tears still stream but a piercing scream is heard as Jamie falls onto Caitlynn but drooping to the floor. Standing as her knight in jeans only is Danny Masterson cradling the shattered remains in his hands. Caitlynn sees the Maine Man before him and without a second thought runs forward trying to push up the torn parts of her dress up to try and cover herself as she embraces her saviour Danny.
Danny: You OK? You hurt?
Danny is panicking because of this as Caitlynn sobs into his shoulder. Danny holds the embrace as Caitlynn cries softly into his shoulder.
Caitlynn: Yeah… I’m fine.
Danny: Come on, let’s get you out of here.
Danny opens the door to the room and the pair walk out. Danny holds Caitlynn’s hand as they walk down the stairs slowly. Danny and Caitlynn then head to the main hall where Danny picks up the phone. He dials the number and waits. The phone rings for a few seconds before the other end picks up.
Danny: Hello? Yeah, I’d like a cab at 24 Avalon Drive… yes the one with the party. ASAP… we need to get out of here. Five minutes? OK thank you.
Danny hangs the phone up and he heads for the front door with Caitlynn watching his every move. Caitlynn follows Danny like a majestic being in the night. Danny then sits down on the porch and Caitlynn sits next to him as they wait for the cab. Danny sighs as Caitlynn shivers next to him.
Danny: You cold?
Caitlynn: Y-y-y-yeaaah…
Danny moves over to Caitlynn putting an arm around her cuddling with her on the porch of Aiden’s house. Danny smiles on Caitlynn as Caitlynn leans her head on his chest. Danny has his hand on her right bicep and starts to stroke it gently. Danny sighs again as this perfectly good night has more or less been spoiled by the actions of one man who now lies KO’d upstairs with splinters in his spine.
Danny: Listen… I’m sorry that had to happen to you.
Caitlynn: It’s OK Danny… you saved me.
Danny: I’m not going to let a jerk like Jamie do something like that to you…
Caitlynn: Danny… I need to be honest with you.
Caitlynn looks up into the sad eyes of Danny Masterson who’s attention is immediately drawn to her.
Danny: It’s OK… you don’t have to say anything.
Caitlynn: N-n-no… I want to say something… ever since that day in the park where you came and talked to me… right up until now I’ve loved you Danny. I… I didn’t want to get with Jamie but I did because I thought you didn’t want me.
Danny: Y’know that day when I came out all banged up? That was the day I was going to ask you out…
Caitlynn gasps as she looks back at the terrible mistake she felt she has made.
Caitlynn: Oh God… I’m so… so…
Danny cuts her off by planting a tongue in her mouth which she tenderly returns. The two kiss on the porch as eyes standing in the door frame watch them silently. The taxi finally pulls up outside the house with and the horn is beeped and the two stand up as Danny ruffles through his pockets to try and find his money. Danny and Caitlynn walk hand in hand towards the taxi as a sad, drunken Aiden Joseph stands in the doorway.
Aiden: Danny! You’re the MAAAAN!
Danny turns around and salutes him for a great party before climbing into the passenger seat of the taxi. We’re left with the sound of music blaring out of the house and the taxi driving away as we draw to a fade bringing us to the end of another episode of Killing Caitlynn.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:38:36 GMT -5
Segment: Close, Close, Close (Credit: Lucrezia)
Lucrezia: Shake, shake, shake the baby! Dash out his brains.
Cesare's eyes flutter open. There is his sister, leering over him, tongue flapping in the proverbial wind. He winces as flecks of spit and blood slap his skin, ushering forth a heightened level of consciousness. Though spread eagled on the cold floor of their private locker room, Cesare feels the strength of *the* blood flow through his veins, infusing him with power. One small step closer to immortality, one giant leap backwards from humanity. For all intents and purposes, Cesare is in far better shape than he ought to be. The recently deceased do not normally hop back to their feet with frightening agility.
Cesare: I feel...everything. And nothing.
Lucrezia: Rum, pum, rum pum pum! Rum, pum, rum pum pum!
Lucrezia mimics the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics of old, walking with her wrists sharply bent, elbows at right angles. She crashes against the wall with a small yelp. Writhing in pain, she paws the air, batting invisible flies. Cesare stares at his whimsical sister with mounting frustration. After two months of ritual and sacrifice, he can not detect a single improvement in her behavior. She remains as hysterical as ever, spewing nonsense with occasional clairvoyant glimpses into the future. His voice even, he turns to the elderly man sitting in an armchair as if it is a throne.
Cesare: The ritual is two-thirds done.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: What an astute observation. Yes. The ritual is now nearly complete.
The elderly patriarch of the Damiano clan gazes at his son through steepled fingertips.
Cesare: Funny. According to your research, participants of the ritual should achieve brilliant mental health by stage two.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: We will wait one week. And we will pray.
Cesare: Hm.
Cesare falls silent, preferring to let Lucrezia's actions speak for him. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, coating her chin with potent spit. She rolls about the oriental rug and scratches her tummy raw. The Cardinal avoids his son's eye. He rummages in the folds of his robes, moments away from procuring his fleshy tool.
Cesare: I don't think so. Leviticus forbids bestiality.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Cesare! This is my right!
Cesare shakes his head, trying his best to conceal the disdain dripping from every syllable.
Cesare: Not like this. When she is healthy, and free to make her own choices, you may proceed all you like. But not like this.
The Cardinal regards his spawn with a mixture of respect and loathing. He huffs, readjusting the folds of his voluminous and decadent robe.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Well then, may we talk strategy? We're not out of the woods yet.
Cesare: Certainly. What does the ritual call for next?
Lucrezia: Lamb's blood.
Father and son stare at Lucrezia, almost startled by her sudden clarity.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Erm, she's quite right, of course. The blood of the lamb. Or, more specifically, the blood of the innocent and pure.
Cesare: And where, pray tell, do we find such a specimen?
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Oh, Lucrezia knows who she is. Don't you, poppet?
The dazed woman gazes up at the ceiling--in her eye, dazzled with stars and constellations, mappings of the past, present, and future--and coos.
Lucrezia: Chaos in her past, brightness in her future. Lips that shame the red, red, rose...
She passes Cesare a photograph. He nods in realization after a quick glance at the Polaroid.
Cesare: She's quite elusive. Capture will prove to be difficult.
The Cardinal coughs, countenance boasting an overbearing smugness. He clasps his hands over his ample belly.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: You underestimate the powers of the Holy See. You will lure her here, Cesare.
Cesare: I don't suppose you're going to tell me how?
Lucrezia: Brother. The moon whispers in my ear...all sorts of dreadful things. She calls to you, and to her...Let me be your guide.
She rises, gliding to her brother with all the grace of a incorporeal ghost, and shields his eyes with her hands from behind.
Lucrezia: Let me be your holy sight.
She has a strange power over the Damiano men. Like his father before him, Cesare moves to adjust his black formal shorts as her soft, tingly breath caresses his most erogenous neck. A few moments pass. The locker room door opens and shuts, signalling the silent exit of the Cardinal.
Cesare: Lu...do you feel better?
Lucrezia: I feel the stars on my skin. Cold. Always cold. I freeze with ice...then burn with fire too soon. I cannot escape. They're everywhere, and I'm nowhere! Always coming, close, close, close! Oooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Her voices rapidly climbs to a hysterical pitch. Her limbs thrash about, knocking over the nearby lamp and plunging the room into darkness. Cesare rushes to her side, restraining her with his pliant, supple body. He shushes her wails, licking the tears falling from her emerald eyes.
Cesare: Shhhhh...Lu, darling. I am here for you. You're safe with me.
Brother and sister sink to the floor. Cesare cradles the weeping woman until painless sleep claims her. He strokes her hair well into the night and then succumbs to sleep himself.
In a light, distant corner of the world, the blood of the lamb stirs, and has yet to reveal itself.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:39:24 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Entertainment Title Match Mr. Red vs Andrew Starr (Credit: Mr. Red) Lights quickly blink out, and the opening chords of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom blare through the Alphatron. Strobe lights blink in time with the bass of the song, primarily in time with the drummers strikes. The first scream from Alexi Laiho rings loud as the primary lights begin to come back on.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
Main lighting flickers on and off along with the guitar riffs as the intro continues for a few seconds longer before leading into the lyrics.
Don't hear, don't deem Drowning before you dive Don't care, commit To your self destruction drive
Several spotlights circle into center stage, where Andrew Starr is standing with his back to the crowd. Ashlei Phen and PJ Mills are on either side of him, the former standin very sultry like and the latter striking a muscle flexed pose. Starrs arms are flung outwards from his body, and head tilted up. Spinning around to face the ring, he taunts opponents and those in attendance as he makes his way to the ring, Ashlei hand in hand and Mills on the other side taunting other crowd members.
I kiss the ground With love beyond forever Flip off the sky With bleeding fingers till I die
Starr and company reaches the ring by now, the two party members standing outside the ring as Starr has rolled in. He crackes the joints in his neck, and jumps back and forth a bit to keep himself moving. The music dies out and Starr settles in ready to wrestle.
"Reds Fan" hits the speakers for the second time tonight as Mr. Red races out and sprints for the ring. He slides under the ropes and as Starr moves in on him, Red hits a double leg takedown on Starr. Before Red can unload a round of punches, Starr pushes him away and rolls out of the ring. Mr. Red slides out of the ring and begins pursuit of Andrew. Andrew slides into the ring and awaits for Red to do the same thing. Mr. Red feigns a slide into the ring and Starr bites by dropping an elbow. Red hops onto the apron and leaps over the ropes to connect with legdrop on Starr. Red tries for a cover but is too close to the ropes. He drags Starr to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Starr bounces off the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Red. He bounces off the ropes again and delivers a clothesline of his own that drops Red to the mat. Starr hits the Falling Star on Red. Red crawls to the corner in pain. Starr sizes up Red and charges the corner and connects with a clothesline in the corner. Red crumbles in the corner as Starr begins to stomp away. The referee begins his count and Starr finally backs away from Red. Mr. Red charges out of the corner and goes for a body scissor on Starr. He turns it into a DDT that plants Starr on his head. Red springboards off the ropes and lands a moonsault on Andrew. Red tries for a cover but Starr easily kicks out. Starr gets back to his feet, where Red is waiting. Red hits a British Fall DDT that places Starr back onto the mat. Red climbs the turnbuckle again and tries for another moonsault. Andrew Starr rolls out of the way as Red lands hard on the mat. Starr begins another offensive assault. He picks Red up and plants him with a series of scoop slams. Starr picks Red up again and punches him to the ropes. He whips Red, who reverses it and sends Starr across the ring. Starr bounces off the ropes and Red rolls through into a Boston Crab. Starr crawls slowly for the ropes. Red lets go but gives a couple of stomps to Starr before walking away. Starr gets up and bounces off the ropes. He tries for the Andrew Starr Lariat but Red ducks it. Red counters by trying for his Drop of Red. Starr reverses it and lifts Red up on his shoulders hoping to connect with Dead On Impact. Red wiggles off the shoulders of Starr. Mr. Red grabs Starr by his legs. He drops Starr and tries for the Red Lock. Starr rolls Red up but only gets a 2 count from the counter. Starr and Red both hobble back to their feet. Starr picks Red up on his shoulders again to go for the Dead On Impact again. Red counters by rolling Starr up. Instead of sticking for the pin, Red locks in the Red Lock. Starr struggles to reach the ropes but is too far away. Andrew Starr taps out after a few moments of struggling. WINNER AND NEW ACW ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION......MR. RED.
Mr. Red lets go of Starr and starts his celebration. He grabs the Entertainment belt from the referee and poses on one of the turnbuckles. Mrs. Red is seen hobbling down to the ring still feeling the effects of her match earlier. She slides into the ring and leaps into Mr. Red's arms as he climbs down from the turnbuckle. They both pose for a while with the championship as Andrew Starr is shown backing up the ramp. He points to Red and shouts that they are not finished. The scene fades with the Reds in the ring celebrating Mr. Red's victory.
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