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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:55:47 GMT -5
BIG mistake; BK draws his foot clear at the last second, grabs Flamingo’s ankle, and kips up, literally pulling Flamingo off of his feet and pivoting around straight into the Corporate Lock. This time, Flamingo is further from the ropes; as Mickey yells, Adrian bucks and writhes, lashing out with his free foot. He gets lucky, and connects squarely with BK’s wounded lower limb; the muscle spasm is fleeting but involuntary, and Flamingo times his escape to perfection, wrenching his foot free and scrambling to the ropes again. Mickey turns the air bluer than blue, cussing at both BK and Reynolds; BK’s patience, such as it is, is wearing perilously thin, and he shoots Mickey a look which would curdle milk. BK’s fan base is just as incensed; they howl for payback, for blood even, and BK looks dead set on giving it to them.
Edison: Heh, that’s what I call teamwork.
McNally:Hmph, that’s what I call cheating.
The self-proclaimed ticking time-bomb, to be fair, does not shy away from the confrontation; his own pupils seem to glitter with a sinister blackness as the pair let rip at one another once again. More fists are rammed home, at lord knows what physical and emotional cost; seething, BK manages to apply a headlock to his foe, and nearly wrings the Flamingo’s neck with the force in his arms. Only a rapid series of blows to BK’s gut allows Flamingo to break free; switching his attack, he ducks past BK and uses the ropes to speed up for a headscissors takedown, dumping BK on the canvas. BK’s fans yell out as BK visibly clutches at his leg, seemingly having taken a heavy fall; Flamingo approaches, and kicks BK hard in the small of the back. The crowd by now is getting very vocal, and Flamingo smirks as he drags BK to his feet – but once again, proximity conspires to screw with Flamingo in royal style, as BK headbutts him straight in the face, and then unleashes a record-breakingly fast DDT. By now everyone knows what’s next; Flamingo’s eyes snap open as BK applies the Corporate Lock, and this time he means business. The ropes are out of reach, and for the first time Reynolds drops to a knee to monitor Flamingo’s condition; with no sly way out, Flamingo has to summon all his strength. He resists bitterly for about 20 seconds; the BK fan contingent at the front taunts him, and their jeers call out the raw power of Flamingo’s twisted will. With all his might he claws the canvas and lunges at the ropes; the force takes BK by surprise, jarring his weak leg, and though he tries to hold on BK cannot prevent Flamingo from reaching the ropes with a second effort. The break is called, and the sound is immense as the pressure is relieved, at least momentarily; BK backs off just a pace or two, but the sweat on his brow is unmistakable. Even an anger as deeply rooted as his can’t hold off the effects of this match indefinitely, and as Mickey urgently counsels Adrian, who is using the ropes to rise again, he decides there’s only one way to go from here.
The next few seconds turn on a razor’s edge. Flamingo’s rage is burning more fiercely than ever; he sees only BK, and the urge to cause him suffering is overwhelming. He strides across the ring, mocking BK with his own mobility; BK’s limp is now totally obvious, and he falls back into the corner holding up his arms in defense. Flamingo wails on him, beating him until those arms must be bruised; BK’s guard wavers, and then suddenly slips from fatigue. Eyes blazing, Flamingo is less than a second away from a literal K.O. blow…
…but before he can deliver it, BK grasps the ropes on either side of him, and with a huge effort pulls his legs up and kicks outward and up, right into his opponent’s face. The fans go nuts as Flamingo flails for a second or two before collapsing; BK moves over as fast as he can, grabs the foot of his nemesis, and the drops straight to the mat himself.
Edison: A FOURTH Corporate Lock! And this time it’s the Grapevined version!
McNally: That must have been what London was building to all the time… look at him! And look at Flamingo! Those expressions…
The place goes ballistic; and if you could only see the faces of the two men in the ring at that moment, it would be difficult to tell who was on the receiving end of the submission hold. Flamingo cannot conceal his agony this time; the pain factor has been multiplied to a huge degree. BK’s concentration is total; he is fighting not only his opponent but his own body, his injured leg shrieking in pain as he coerces it into keeping the grapevine applied. Flamingo stretches for the ropes, and tries to once again drag himself there – but this time BK is dead weight, and each inch comes at far too high a price. Permanent disability and the wheelchair hang over Adrian now like executioner’s axe…
Focus. Adrian clutches the mat, and scans the area around him; he’s not all that far away from where he needs to be. Reynolds, meanwhile, tries to ask Flamingo if he submits, but Flamingo appears not to hear him; in concern, Reynolds leans close.
Too close, at least from BK’s perspective. Adrian grabs Reynolds by the collar, and this gives Mickey the chance he has been waiting the whole match for. Lunging into the ring, he rakes BK across his eyes and then grabs for his foot; realizing that he’s a sitting duck, BK has no choice other than to let Adrian go. The crowd, hooked on the titanic struggle, is livid at Mickey’s interference; their protests, however, are useless since Reynolds hasn’t seen a moment of his intervention. Adrian releases the ref and grabs the ropes, and is able to slowly pull himself back to his feet. BK, meanwhile, is hit with all the pain he’s been holding back, and can only lie on the mat while this is taking place. The sound of the crowd helps him to rally a little… but he knows now that this is going to be far harder than even he had bargained for.
With little short of murder in his eyes, Flamingo waits for BK stand, gathering his own strength and wits about him once more. The tide is turning, he can feel it, and with a look of loathing he advances on the two-time champion, with Mickey wickedly urging his nephew on to deeper depths of heartlessness. BK is ready to defend himself, and for nearly a minute Flamingo’s attempts to gain an upper hand are fruitless; but then BK over-exerts himself, trying to perform his fireman’s carry to double knee gutbuster – but his leg gives out, and Flamingo easily slips out of the carry as BK drops to one knee. In a clear case of “an eye for an eye” (or perhaps a nose for a nose), Flamingo knees BK between the eyes, and finally get sight of the target he’s really been after the whole time; BK sprawls, and Flamingo unleashes all his fury on BK’s leg, stamping it over and over so that the pain makes it hard for BK to keep track of where he is, let alone come up with a counterattack. This is just the start, however, as Flamingo presses a boot down on BK’s knee and then proceeds to twist and bend the rest of the leg every which way, making BK’s eyes visibly water. Finally, deciding that he’s softened his opponent enough, Flamingo moves into position and locks in an Indian Deathlock, all the more effective for being a technique he has rarely if ever used previously in an ACW ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:56:16 GMT -5
BK is in all sorts of trouble; the intensity of the pain in his compromised limb would make most people surrender in an instant… but few people, few wrestlers even, are as resilient as Mr. London. He can see the ropes, and even though he is sure Mickey is lurking, they’re his best shot; slowly he moves toward them, dragging Flamingo along, and with Reynolds monitoring the situation, for once Mickey is hamstrung. The crowd leaps out of their seats as BK makes it; Mickey kicks the announce table in anger, and Adrian remonstrates with Reynolds as BK tries to get himself back to the vertical.
McNally: It looks as if Adrian has changed his tune, now that the boot’s on the other foot.
Edison: It also looks as if BK’s injuries are really taking their toll, Max. I can’t remember the last time I saw this – I don’t think London can actually get up!
McNally: No, I – wait, you’re right… my god, this could be horrific…
It’s not exactly blood that Adrian Flamingo smells, but he pushes the referee aside as he sees that Mickey is alerting him to BK’s dire straits. The next 90 seconds or so are some of the tensest ever witnessed; Flamingo is determined to rip BK apart, and BK is forced to clutch the ropes and push back his opponent with a fist, a foot, anything he can. Eventually BK can only go backward into one of the corner; the crowd cries out, and Flamingo rushes at him, leaping into the A.D.H. Knee; but as he commits, BK finds just enough strength in his injured limb to push off into a surprise version of his Shades of Michaels (Superkick), connecting with Flamingo’s chest. Both men smash into the canvas, falling hard. The crowd and Mickey are all yelling, and Flamingo digs deep, driven by sheer hate to apply a Figure Four leglock. BK spasms from the fresh shock of pain, and has nowhere to go; now becoming fatigued, he can’t hope to reach the ropes, and Reynolds kneels down close by, respectfully but firmly asking BK if he submits. Twice BK shakes his head; then the pain ramps up again, and BK knows that he’s seconds away from losing either his career or his honour…
Flamingo can’t see any of this, of course – and BK can’t see what everyone except he and Reynolds is looking at; the sound in the arena is turning ugly. Almost as ugly as the smirk on Mickey Flamingo’s face as he holds on to Adrian’s wrists, helping him to brace illegally and maximize the pressure on London.
McNally: This… this is appalling. Neither of these men have covered themselves in glory, but London doesn’t deserve to be beaten like this. Where on earth has Reynolds’ ring-sense gone?!
Such a question is clearly vexing more than a few of the fans, and those in the front start shouting at the ref, who of course by tradition is deaf to such things. Their frustration seems to greatly amuse Mickey Flamingo; unable to resist, he shouts out an unbroadcastable (and unprintable) expletive at the BK crew. But this turns out to be a stonking error; unable to ignore such an outburst, Reynolds looks up – and catches both the Flamingos red-handed.
It’s near chaos as Reynolds jumps up, and in a rare show of bravado, tears a strip off of Mickey Flamingo, pointing to the back and telling him to take a walk. The Flamingos can’t believe it; Mickey blows his top, denying everything, the figure four is broken, and Adrian’s own quick temper now causes him to lose sight of the bigger picture. He berates the referee, but for once Reynolds won’t be moved, and flatly threatens to stop the entire match if Mickey doesn’t comply. Left with no option, a scowling Mickey Flamingo has to retreat, and is jeered all the way up the ramp by the assembled audience.
Still furious, it takes Adrian Flamingo a good few moments to realize that he’s just given BK a golden opportunity to get back into the match. He whirls around, and sees that BK has crawled to the ropes and is trying to use them to help himself up; near-blinded by rage at being so close, Flamingo charges his foe down, only for BK to let himself go limp at the critical moment, his weight pulling the ropes down so that Flamingo soars clear over the top. Adrian has to rely on his own wits alone to save himself, and he gets his feet to the apron in the nick of time; now standing, BK limps toward his opponent, only to receive yet another blow to the face for his troubles. The pair grapple, and Flamingo tries to suplex BK over the top. After a couple of attempts, Flamingo does elevate BK, but can’t finish the move and BK is able to land on the apron next to his foe; a veritable storm of blows follows, and in the end it’s BK who gets lucky first. A kick to the gut from his good leg stuns Flamingo, and then…..
Edison: REVOLVER ON THE APRON! DAAAANGEROUUSS!
Such is the reaction of the fans that even Edison’s ebullient exclamation is almost drowned out. The power of the blow is massive, and Flamingo is well and truly out of it, slumping off of the apron as BK groggily rolls back into the ring. With no sign of movement on the outside, Reynolds begins his count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:56:47 GMT -5
1…
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Flamingo stirs, but his eyes remain closed. BK leans over the middle rope, kneeling, watching Flamingo with an unreadable expression.
7…
8…
Reynolds is about to give the “9”, but is stopped as BK suddenly rises, and presses a finger to his lips. This surprises the ref enough to stop the count, and BK wastes no time rolling to the outside. As BK begins to manhandle Flamingo, all the time struggling with his injuries, his intent becomes clear.
Edison: Is he… doing what I think he’s doing?
McNally: I believe so, Eddie… and if he is, he’s a foolish man. Darn it, London, isn’t the victory enough for you?
Max McNally is somber in tone as he watches events unfold. The crowd doesn’t know what to make of it at first, and then there’s a mixed reaction; a majority of the fans cheer, seeing that BK intends for the match to continue, but others are less certain; BK looks to be badly fatigued, and it hardly looks as if either man is in much of a condition to endure more. The match is just passing the 30 minute mark, and it’s doubtful that it can last another 30…
With fire in his eyes, BK kicks Flamingo, goading him back into wakefulness. Flamingo responds, and rolls back to his feet; he and BK stare at one another, the first real staredown which has taken place, and the air crackles with ill-feeling. A smirk sidles its way on to Flamingo’s face – and then he moves with frightening speed, releasing a hail of pent-up anger in the form of punches to his foe, interspersed with slaps and a kick or two. BK retaliates in kind, and for a few moments it’s a tit-for-tat exchange; but Flamingo has clearly been recollecting himself for the past couple of minutes, and has not only recovered from the Revolver, but gained a little energy to boot. “To Boot” is in fact an appropriate description as Flamingo once again batters BK’s weak point; he lands a blow or two and then moves back, taking satisfaction as he sees that BK is struggling to keep up. BK’s knee is now howling internally; and that leer of Flamingo’s hurts just as much – but BK can see that every so often Flamingo pauses momentarily, as if dizzy. It might only take a little more to end this the way he wants it.
Thus fired up, BK moves close to the ropes, playing up his injury. Flamingo is cautious – but his desire to harm his foe is poisonous to rational thought, and he moves in, spotting an opportunity. As BK raises his arms for a grapple, Flamingo gets close – and with massive speed grabs his foe and launches into the 1979 Flamingo Special (Somersault STO pin). BK has only a split second to act, or it’s over – and fate smiles on him, as his hand finds the rope. The effect is that Flamingo slams down face first into the mat; the crowd goes wild, and BK pulls Flamingo clear of the ropes before applying the Corporate Lock for what must be a record 5th time.
Edison: Dammit, BK’s got a one track mind tonight, and that track is the sound of ankles getting broken!
BK puts everything he has into the hold; he twists at Flamingo’s joint, determined to either make Flamingo tap or leave him with a permanent memento of their bitter rivalry. Flamingo’s rage boils inside him like oil; no one treats him like this. NO ONE.
BK is just about to switch into his Koji version of the hold when Flamingo makes his move; he pulls his foot back sharply, causing it to slip out of BK’s sweaty grip, and kips up with a touch of his old flamboyance. BK is out of options as Flamingo whips him, and then executes the Ghostbuster (Slingshot Brainbuster) to a loud pop from the fans. Disorientated, BK doesn’t see the knee stomp coming, and the crowd winces as Flamingo savages it; this though is just a prelude as Flamingo drags BK to the corner.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:57:28 GMT -5
McNally: What’s Flamingo doing?
Edison: I think he’s putting London into a Tree of Woe… yup, he is. This is not going to be pleasant, Max.
Backing up, Flamingo’s world includes nothing but BK and the ring; even so, tiredness is becoming a very real threat, so much so that he has to take a few breaths before charging forward into a running shoulder tackle. Those moments make all the difference, as BK pulls his uppoer body clear, sending Flamingo shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. Flamingo yells, and struggles to free himself; as he does so, BK gathers his energy, and rights himself, getting up on the top turnbuckle. Just as Flamingo gets clear, BK launches himself into a moonsault; Flamingo dodges, and though BK lands on his feet, his knee is badly jarred. Pain causes a momentary white-out, and BK is totally open; Flamingo stalks him, and then coldly scoops up his foe and-
Edison: 1980 FLAMINGO SPECIAL!!
McNally: The side death valley driver… that has got to be it. If London has any sense left, he’ll stay down – here’s the cover –
Reynolds is in, and slaps the mat. 1…..2…..-
Edison: Kickout at the last breath! Amaaaazing!
The crowd is ecstatic, Flamingo incredulous; BK pushes him off, and slowly, slowly, tries to get on to his knees. Everything hurts, and his knee like nothing else; but he cannot surrender, cannot give in. It’s who he is, the very essence of him.
Flamingo looks at BK, and sees that this is the truth, the way of this particular world. He nods, almost imperceptibly… and then comes off of his mark, and kicks BK in the chest, rolling him over.
Again and again, Flamingo kicks BK, no longer aiming precisely for one spot, but instead trying to unload all his negativity on to his foe. BK tries to defend himself, but his limbs are weak, and Flamingo is able to circle round and reach the limb which the whole match has swung on.
With gritted teeth and no hint of mercy, Flamingo applies the Flamingo stretch, dead centre in the ring. He closes his eyes, does not look at the referee, the fans, the alphatron. All he needs are his ears.
BK struggles, struggles for all he is worth; and he comes close, oh-so-close to breaking out. But Flamingo’s grip is solid, and BK’s thrashing dies back; he is trapped. At his side, Reynolds watches, and quietly asks the question; he knows the answer, even if by this point BK has no energy left even to vocalize it. His fans continue to call for him, encourage him, but after everything which has occurred even they cannot override the tsunami of pain which is bearing down on the twice-champion.
The worst thing for BK is that he feels it coming, even to the point of his skin becoming cold and clammy as his body approaches a state of medical shock. Finally, it hits, and sucks him under into darkness.
Reynolds raises BK’s limp arm once, and seeing its pallor and chill, uses his discretion to dispense with the rest of the formalities. He calls for the bell, and Philip completes the process.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner due to a TKO… Adrian Flamingo!
”Hello” hits, and Flamingo releases the hold, standing up slowly and taking a few moments to survey the damage. It’s not the same as physically breaking a bone, but to Adrian it comes with a grim satisfaction all of its own.
London’s fans boo and make their feelings known in typical fashion; the rest of the crowd can only watch, chilled themselves by the savagery of the match, and the eventual manner of Flamingo’s victory. Mickey Flamingo returns, jubilant at his nephew’s success; Adrian Flamingo simply stares at BK, ingraining the image on his mind, and only then allows that familiar look to spread across his features.
Edison: Well, you’ve got to hand it to Flamingo; he got the job done. And I guess London didn’t tap out either…
McNally: Indeed, Eddie. Which in my book means there are no real winners here…
McNally pauses.
McNally: I don’t know if this is over. But I doubt that we’ll see the BK London who walked into that ring tonight for a while… if he recovers, it will be a different London who comes back from whatever black place the man’s been sent to. Whether that London will be a blessing or a curse on us all… we’ll just have to wait and see.
EMTs come to the ring as the Flamingos make their way out, and the show moves to its final commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 15:59:12 GMT -5
Segment: "Invasion of Love - FINALE” (Credit: FSX) Dungeon of SUFFERING?! 3/4/08 The stench of evil fills the air alot lately, doesn't it? In fact, one could say that it simple reeks of horror that is yet to happen. After all, why wouldn't it? Though failure may have been pretty much inevitable when Fallen began his quest to find a random virgin someone to love, many had to believe that everything would at least end up ok. Instead, things have gone from insane to deranged! After the last dramatic events took place and it appeared as if Tim was finally finding his way into Sheena's heart, things have gotten quite weird. For one, it seems as if they disappeared off the face of the earth in a magical flash of light due to a Castlevania 2 reference. Is that the segway to the promised Invasion part of this tale of mystery? Perhaps...but really, can the events even be broadcast at this point? The cameraman dropped his camera the last time around! That means it's over and we'll just have to imagine what happened to them following their mysterious disappearance. I'd like to believe they opened up some sort of Casino about cats. Long Cats, Happy Cats, Red Cats, Blue Cats....But no Angry Cats. Anyway, I suppose the mystical adventurers of our wayward hero have to come to pre-mature ejaculation......I mean end.
....BUT WAIT! There is always hope! And with the level of amazing technology that was provided to the particular camera man that was following the two around, it's obvious he had another camera strapped to his chest! Yay! Getting back into the action now that we can, it's time we finally discover where they ended up! Is FSX even there with them? I wonder..Tim: ...Ugh...what the hell..? Look, yonder camera man! Through the darkness it appears that our hero Tim is strapped to a wall! He's alive! Yay! But wait, he seems to have no idea where he is or how long he's been unconscious. That means he must of been drugged! Beginning to realize where he was as he struggled weakly in his bonds, his eyes widened in horror! He's clearly not used to such a sensitive and S&M related situation. Upon realizing he was in a dungeon of some sort, that was clearly designed for torture, Tim did the first thing that came to mind!Tim: WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY PANTS?! It sure is convenient that the camera guy isn't zooming in on Tim's unmentionable area, because we don't need to see such a pornographic horror show. Besides, I'm sure someone has already done one earlier on during Genocide. With a shiver running through him, Tim begins to panic....finally...as he isn't sure what he can do to escape whoever has captured him! After a few moments of silent sobbing, it also appears to dawn on him that Sheena is missing as well! Trying his best to get a hold of his emotions, he looks up the the low, leaking roof of the dark room and glares toward it. It seems he knows where he is...which I guess means it's some kind of erotic massage parlor for masochists.Tim: So the Aliens have taken Sheena to their secret probing palace, where my pants must be the fuel used to power the great probing machine...I see...IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW! But I'll save her! Then she'll fall in love with me! And I'll get to use my own home made probing machine on her! Home made probing machine? I sure hope that was some kind of sexual innuendo...Begining to struggle with more of a passion against his restraints now, it almost looks as if he is making some progress after a few moments...before footsteps are heard echoing in the distance! Startled by the sudden sound, Tim could only freeze in his place as his breathe quickened. Were the Aliens ready to probe him now? Oh god no! Petrified at the thought of being used as cattle, he leans back against the wall and closes his eyes tightly, muttering something under his breathe.Tim: I'm in Jamaica, relaxing in the sun...all of my sexy companions are hanging around. We're playing Dungeons and Dragons, and I get to be the Dungeon Master today...yeah. It seems that cute elf girl number one has encountered an ogre, with the intent to rape her! Oh no....oh yeah..mmmm. Mystery Person: .....What the hell are you talking about?! Jumping at the sound of the voice, Tim opened up an eye to peek at whoever it was that was standing their before him. Upon realizing who it was, he could only gasp and jump up and down in joy!Tim: Sheena! You escaped the Aliens! Did Tom Cruise help you? They say he's the only one that can help, you know! Sheena: What? No, I just woke up in the other room and decided I'd take a look around. Seems we got kidnapped. Tim: So this isn't some kind of Scientology thing then? Good, I don't have my mask with me anyway. Sheena: Wait a second, do you support them or not? Tim: Well, I'm an Anon spy! They both fall into a silence as Tim appears to be quite proud of himself, before Sheena slowly allows her eyes to drop down and takes a step back from Tim.Sheena: Your even creepier when your not wearing pants, you know. Tim: I am? Well, it's not as if I'm going to do anything to you well I'm chained up to this wall though! Sheena: True, and it's not like you had a choice. Still, it must be incredibly cold in here or something...It's so...you know... Tim: Feel like warming me up? There is another brief pause between the two, before Sheena slowly begins to shake her head and turns away from him, seeming keen on just leaving him there to whatever fate may be awaiting him at this point. As she began to walk off the way she came, another thunderous sound is heard in the distance. The only true difference from before is that this one is a cry, and it's consistent sound only gets louder and louder. Growing generally paranoid and freaked out of the situation, Sheena is quick to move back to the wall in the barren and generally empty room, remaining close to Tim as he almost seems to try and comfort her...or hump her...either way.Sheena: What the hell is that?! Tim: Couldn't tell you unless you came a bit closer to me and bent over. Sheena: What? Tim: I think it's the Aliens!! That's what I said! Nothing perverse and kinky! Sheena: I wonder if I'm better off taking a chance with the moving crying sound... Tim: Wouldn't doubt it. Though their bickering may of helped them get over the initial fear of the situation the fact that the ear shattering cries were growing closer and closer didn't bode well for either of them, and they would soon discover what it was. With another flash of bright light and another loud scream, all would be revealed!!!!...At next months Fallen Heroes PPV! What will become of our heroes? Only time will tell! Fade out.
...Nah, I'm just messing with you. The light would soon die down, and both Tim and Sheena simultaneously gasped at the horrific sight that their eyes now feasted on, so perplexing and wrong that it went against everything they knew to make sense.5!Tim: It can't be! 4!Sheena: Now that just doesn't make any sense! 3!Tim: Maybe it's some kinda bad joke! 2!Sheena: Bad jokes don't blink at you!! 1!With that a huge ray fired forth through the room toward them as they both let out a scream! Oh no! There doom--wait, what kind of ray is also a rainbow? Does that mean that Teddy Davis is an alien? No, it couldn't be that simple! Looking to the door way, everything finally made perfect sense as an army of Care Bears stood with a look of sadistic happiness on their faces. Yup, Care Bears.Tim: Why are we being attacked by Care Bears?! What kind of a lame ass alien is that? Sheena: A soft and cuddly one I guess, which already gives them more intrigue then you. Tim: This isn't the time to be life shatteringly harsh with me, you know! Sheena: I can't help it anymore. It just comes naturally to the tongue. Recognizing this as no time to be debating over very pointless issues, they turned their attention back to the odd race of caring aliens that seems to have captured them. They were motionless there for a moment, aside from a bright rainbow of colors shooting out of one of their stomachs, before beginning to giggle in unison and slowly make their way toward them.Tim: What do you think they want from us? Tenderheart Bear : We're going to eat you. Tim: Well, that sure seems sensible. Why is the fucking bear talking to me?! Stupid greeting card company is trying to kill us! Sheena: Oh god..we're doomed. Friend Bear: Actually, we're just here to eat the guy. You can go if you want. Sheena: Oh..alright. Sheena wastes no time making her way past the constantly growing army of Care Bears to get out of there, leaving a struggling Tim to himself as he cries out after them. What an evil twist for the unlucky virgin!Tim: Why is this happening to me? I just wanted to lose my virginity! Sexual Harassment Bear: That can still be arranged. Tenderheart Bear: Yeah, we have a bear for everything now! But either way we have to eat you so the media cares about us again! Tim: I'm not about to be raped and devoured by a bunch of insane stuffed animals! I'll just close my eyes and not believe in you! Closing his eyes and shaking his head back and forth repeatedly, Tim tried desperately to escape the reality of what was going on. Was he really going to be used by stuffed animals?! How is that even possible?! It seems he will never know, as it was too late for him to get any answers...BECAUSE HE WAS BEING SAVED!Tenderheart Bear: Is that who I think it is? Friend Bear: It couldn't be! Grumpy Bear: He'll kill us all! Run! RUN!!! With cries of fear, many of the Care Bears can be heard scuttling around to escape whoever it is that has come to save him, many explosions of fluff being heard from time to time as Tim was suddenly released from the wall, opening his eyes to look up at his hero!Tim: Woah...is that you, Jesus? Rick: I go by the name Rick now. RICKROLL!Tim: Wait, why are you helping me? Shouldn't you be saving the world with your voice? Rick: A friend of mine asked me for a favor. Tim: A friend..? But who could that possibly be? Perhaps Thunderkiss really is a secret friend of Tim after all! But could that really be it? No, it's probably someone more relevant..As Tim ponders just who would save him from the bizarre alien bears intent on his demise, A simple smile from Rick's face seems to answer all his questions. It must of been an angel! Anyway, one has to wonder just what he's been asked to do by this angel...Tim: So what happens now, Rick? Rick: Let's go find that girl who was here earlier. You'll be getting laid tonight. Tim: You mean....? Wow! Good things really do happen to bad people! With that, our pant-less hero finally stood up with a broad smile on his face and high fived the man who saved him, walking with him casually as they made their way through the remains of the evil alien Care Bears and began their look for Sheena. It seems that Fallen has succeeded in getting him laid, after all! That's right, there is really no doubt at this point that Tim can't fail! But still, does that mean that we've reached the end of our adventure? Perhaps we're owed a scene of sexual intensity and truly see the 'Invasion' of Love. But no, it appears that would just be too much to be allowed. So I suppose it's all over...
Well, almost...!FSX: We're no strangers to love...I'm so glad that pop superstars will always help me out for free. Next month, Seal! Or something different...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:00:06 GMT -5
"See What I Did" (Credit: Anonymous)
It seems that brains really do beat brawn. Are you surprised? I'm not. I easily took down everyone's favorite Rattlesnake. It was a plan that only a genius could come up with. It was perfect. Everything fell together like I thought it would.
But as good as that plan was, the one I'm working on now is even better. Once again, it's a plan that no one will see coming.
This is only the beginning. You just have to wait a little while longer to see what I'll do next. I will say this, I intend to shake things up. I will topple the hierarchy that exists in ACW. Unlike Rattlesnake, I can and will make an impact.
After what happened tonight, the more I think about it, the more I want to stand in that ring before Fallen Heroes and bask in my own personal glory. And I intend to do just that.
When? Try this Thursday on Meltdown. I'll be standing in the middle of the ring as ACW's guest of honor.
The time for fun and games is over. Everyone will have a price to pay now.
Ante up, fuckers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:00:39 GMT -5
Match 11: Main Event #2 - Submission Match ACW World Heavyweight Championship: Thunderkiss vs Jonny Hughes vs Nick Durden (Credit: Thunderkiss / Michael) ..::GENOCIDE::.. MAIN EVENT: SUBMISSION MOVES ONLY ..::2008::..
Time limit: None Referee: Raymond Allen Fleming
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Dalton Easy Bake Oven – It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake! If the way is crazy! *-
Jonny Hughes Age: 21 Height: 6'1" Weight: 220 lbs. Hometown: Hartlepool, England
Nick Durden Age: 27 Height: 6'2" Weight: 205 lbs. Hometown: Venice Beach, California
Thunderkiss Age: 30 Height: 6'7 Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the night is upon us and it is for the ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Introducing first, from Hartlepool England and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the SHOOTER - JONNY HUGHES! The murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by a quote from Malcolm X, alerting the fans to the incoming presence of Jonny Hughes
". . . And during the few moments that we have left, I want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."
The fans in the arena begin a loud chorus of boos as the guitar riff kicks in, the boo is sustained for a few seconds until the drumming kicks in and the lights either side of the AlphaTron flash in perfect timing with the drum beats. Suddenly the drumming is interrupted by the opening lyrics of the song.
Look into my eyes, what do you see? Cult of Personality
The booing becomes increasingly louder as Jonny Hughes steps onto the stage. Hughes makes his way to the edge of the stage before cockily throwing his hand towel in the air and catching it as it drops and striking a pose in perfect timing with a white burst of pyrotechnics from the AlphaTron. Hughes then makes his way straight to the ring, paying no heed to the fans who are hurling all kinds of abuse at him. He slides into the ring and heads for the nearest turnbuckle to pose for the less than appreciative fans at ringside before dropping from the turnbuckle and removing his jacket and hanging the towel on the turnbuckle as he waits for the start of the match. Phillip: And his opponent. Hailing from San Fernando California and weighing in at 353 pounds, he is the WORLDBREAKER, MR. 500% AND THE CURRENT ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION - THUNDERKISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I was born on Olympus To my father a son I was raised by the demons Trained to reign as the one ...
*The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen dancing on the side Alpha Tron screens. Thunderkiss' video plays on the center one as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.*
God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul
*He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring.*
I am the lord of the wastelands A modern day man of steel I gather darkness to please me And I command thee to kneel Before the ...
*Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.*
God of thunder and rock and roll The spell you're under Will slowly rob you of your virgin soul Raymond Allen Fleming: Gentlemen, the rules of the match are simple. There is to be no striking, only pure grappling and submission moves. If either one of you violates this, you will be disqualified from the match up. Thunderkiss, your disqualification will hold dire consequences for you will be forced to relinquish the world title to Mr. Hughes. Do you both understand tonight’s rules? Thunderkiss: I do. RAF: And Mr. Hughes? Jonny Hughes: Indeed. RAF: Then let’s have a clean match. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, it appears that the match will go on without Nick Durden! What a terrible shame, you know this has to be just devastating for Durden who has waited his entire career for an opportunity like this! Maxwell McNally: It is indeed an extremely unfortunate situation, but something tells me we haven’t seen the last of Nick Durden! The bell sounds and the world watches on in great anticipation to see how and if the World Champion will survive this match up. We start off with nothing too fancy by either competitor, just a standard grapple in the middle of the ring. From his position, TK is able to slap on a headlock and actually manages to strike first blood, or grapple if you will, much to the surprise of both his opponent and the crowd. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Did Thunderkiss actually put Hughes in a grappling move first? Maxwell McNally: Your old eyes do not deceive you my comrade! Upset over the fact he got showed up first, Hughes feels like driving the side of his elbows into TK’s side out of sheer instinct but then quickly remembers the rules of this match up. His mind quickly devises a move to counter his opponent’s, and it comes in the form of a body drop head twist. Allowing his body to drop the canvas, he is able to jerk his head straight out of TK’s arms, completely freeing himself from the headlock. Stunned, TK falls victim to the same move as Hughes leaps up into the air and wraps his arms around the massive head of the Champion. Now its TK’s turn to fight his instincts. Wishing to lift Hughes up and drop him down with a back body drop, he has to put on the breaks mid way and rely and his strength to help him out of this situation. Using both hands to latch onto Hughes’ arms, he lifts up and painfully lifts his head out of the move. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Ugh, that looks as painful as trying to break your head free after getting it stuck in the toilet. Maxwell McNally: And you would know this how? “Fast” Eddie Edison: I’ve had some wild nights Max. Hughes then begins to circle around Thunderkiss, looking for one of his legs. He darts at him twice to see if he can take one from him but both times Thunderkiss pulls back and Hughes comes away with nothing. They say the third time is the charm and that is exactly what happens. Latching on to one of TK’s legs and yanking it out from underneath him, he puts the Thunderman on his back long enough to slap on a knee lock. Hughes really puts the pressure on and Thunderkiss struggles to break free but finally manages to do so after twisting his body around to his stomach. Unfortunately for the Champ, this leaves him wide open for another submission move and it comes in the form of a chin lock. Hughes locks it on tight and pulls back as hard as he can. It is TK’s strength that brought him to the dance and its going to save him once again. Lifting his body straight up, he is able to lift Hughes up off the canvas and he now dangles onto Thunderkiss’ back like he was hanging from a cliff. Here, Hughes’ smarts kick in as he pulls himself up and wraps his entire arms around TK’s head for a sleeper hold! Maxwell McNally: Quick thinking from Hughes! Now lets see if he can just hold on! “Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s not going to be easy! He’s in for a wild ride! Indeed he is. Thunderkiss knows he is in trouble and quickly starts to back his body up into the corner in the hopes Hughes will break the hold. While indeed he is actually driving Hughes into the corner with great impact, this does not count as a strike for he is not using his hands or legs. After one huge smash Hughes’ grip weakens but he manages to hold on for dear life. TK stomps forward and prepares to do it again! This time Hughes is not so lucky as his body being smashed into the corner forces his arms from TK’s head. Hughes crumbles to the mat and his legs fall directly in front of TK. An idea hits the champ, one so crazy and desperate he would never think about trying it under normal circumstances. However, this is not a normal match by any means and he goes for it. Grabbing one of Hughes’ leg, he quickly works his own leg around it and then reaches down and grabs Hughes’ other leg and begins to twist it... Maxwell McNally: You have got to be kidding me ... “Fast” Eddie Edison: A figure four?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:01:33 GMT -5
Finally, TK drops his body down in perhaps one of the worst figure four leg locks the wrestling world has ever beared witness to. Though it looks like a train wreck, it is still effective and Hughes is feeling the pressure of the move. This was an incredible risk by TK, but he is totally out of his element in this match and Hughes is about to show him just HOW far out of his element he is. With just a snap of his body, Hughes is able to flip the figure four around and reverse the pressure onto TK’s legs. Not only that, he is able to increase the pressure of the hold by locking his legs around TK’s even tighter than TK’s attempt. TK cries out in agony and searches for a rope to grab, but there is none anywhere close to him. He is going to have to crawl to break free and thus begins his journey. He knows he can reach the ropes before the pain overwhelm him, but it’s an exhausting effort that could put him in jeopardy of falling behind in this match up. Dragging your entire body 7 feet with another man attached to you is not an easy ordeal, believe me. It takes close to a minute and a half but with the help of the crowd, TK finally reaches his destination. Maxwell McNally: What an exhausting effort, and with his determination, TK keeps his hopes of retaining the title alive! Though he reaches the ropes, Hughes isn’t breaking the figure four. It takes a standing five count by RAF to finally make him release his legs from TK’s and he does so very begrudgingly. Pulling TK with a handful of hair, he plots his next move and it comes in the form of a full nelson! However, TK’s arms are way too big and Hughes cannot get it locked on properly! All it takes for TK to break free is to simply drop his arms down and Hughes is beside himself in anger! Reaching down he manages to take control of one of TK’s legs once again and flip him to his back. There, he slaps on TEXAS CLOVERLEAF and the Champion finds himself in trouble once again! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I am not liking TK’s chances here tonight! Every time Hughes slaps something on him he strength continues to get sapped from his body! Even men who claim to be 500% above an average man can only take so much! Thunderkiss tries to twist and turn his way out to no avail. His only way out appears to be the ropes once again, and considering that he’s back in the middle of the ring, its going to be another painful few minutes. As he begins to crawl towards freedom, Hughes resists his efforts more than ever as he uses his own strength to try to push TK back into the center of the ring. Its like a tug of war battle and TK’s back and legs are the rope. Even in his weakened condition Thunderkiss is still a bit stronger than Hughes and he makes some leeway towards his goal. Now just inches away from the bottom rope, he stretches out with his shaky hand and tries to grab it. Hughes tries to pull him back, but TK scrifices the well being of his legs and back by thrusting his body forward! He is able to latch onto the bottom rope and he lets out a small sigh of relief! The crowd approves as they finally sit back down, satisfied with their efforts to help their Champion during one of his most dire moments. Maxwell McNally: The crowd continues to throw their weight behind Thunderkiss, but if you take a look around Edison, you can clearly tell by their faces that they are gravely concerned about how this one might turn out! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I was just thinking that myself McNally! As long as the Kiss Army has been a factor in this arena, I don’t think I’ve ever felt a feeling of desperation from them like the one I’m feeling tonight Max! In tremendous pain, Thunderkiss rises to his feet. He knows he cannot continue to go on like this and it will be only a matter of time before Hughes finally puts his lights out for good. At this moment he knows its time to finally pull the ace he has in his sleeve, or rather wrist band in this case. As Hughes approaches, he reaches down towards his waist and grabs him around the trunks, acting as if he is going to put him in a abdominal stretch! Now with a handful of tights, TK drops to the mat and slingshots him directly into RAF! The collision knocks down the senior referee and the crowd rises and gasps in horror over what they fear might turn out to be a disqualification! Unknown to them that a slingshot is actually NOT a striking move, and yes TK has gone to great lengths to research this for purposes that will be extremely clear in a moment. Maxwell McNally: Fleming goes down! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Accident or master plan Maxwell!? Maxwell McNally: Consider that’s Thunderkiss in there, I’m going with the later! As Hughes looks down at the fallen referee, he quickly realizes that this was NO mistake. Unfortunately for the challenger, before he can put himself on the defensive TK is already on him and sends him to dreamland with a GOODNIGHT KISS! Hughes gets folded inside out and the crowd leaps to their feet and begins to shake the roof right off the arena with their support! With Hughes down for the count, TK huffs a deep, ragged breath. He manages to regain his composure in relatively little time, but just as he moves in for the kill... HENSHIN
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:02:02 GMT -5
The crowd erupts into a chorus of maniacal cheers as “What I Want” by Daughtry blares throughout the arena. To TK’s dismay, marching down the entryway in a menacing ire is indeed the last man TK expected to see, none other than Nick Durden! Forced to use an underarm crutch in place of his injured leg, which is hindered further by a knee brace, Nick hobbles feebly toward the ring, but make no mistake about it, he’s come to fight. The sheer intensity radiating from him is enough to send chills down a man’s spine. Maxwell McNally: And that, folks, is a man who will not be kept down! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Thunderkiss thought he could take Nick Durden out of the contest by beating him into submission, but it would seem that his fighting spirit could never be negated! Maxwell McNally: That’s completely correct, Eddie. Durden’s been waiting his entire career for a shot at the coveted ACW World Championship, there’s no way he would let anything, not even the most severe physical injuries, keep him from competing. Nick finally manages to labor to the ring. He struggles mightily merely to pull himself up to the apron, but you have to believe the frantic energy of the crowd as they frantically cheer him on is enough to will him into combat. Finally, Nick manages to enter the ring. The crowd has descended into complete bedlam now as they expect a crash that will be heard around the world as these two titans clash. HEN-SHIN-HER-O!
*clap, clap, clapclapclap*
HEN-SHIN-HER-O!
*clap, clap, clapclapclap* Nick takes a deep breath and prepares for a personal descent into hell. Still using one arm to lean on the crutch, he raises his free fist to ready himself for combat, all the while continuing to stare daggers into TK. TK, on the other hand, finds it thoroughly hilarious that a man in Durden’s physical condition is even fathoming stepping into the ring with Mr. 500% and bellows with throaty roars of laughter. “Fast” Eddie Edison: And you have to believe that Thunderkiss is the only man in this arena who isn’t respecting Nick Durden’s tenacity. Maxwell McNally: I’ve had the pleasure of watching many incredible matches during my tenure with ACW, and during all of those matches have I seen the look that is so firmly engraved upon Nick Durden’s face now. It is a look that says “I will do anything to beat you,” and it has never been so convincing as it is now upon the visage of Henshin Hero. HEN-SHIN-HER-O!
*clap, clap, clapclapclap*
HEN-SHIN-HER-O!
*clap, clap, clapclapclap* Any man of reasonable faculty would never pick Nick Durden to topple the colossus that is Thunderkiss, but for this brief moment only, everyone in the arena seems to have truly gone mad as they continue to shower Nick with heartfelt support. Thunderkiss arrogantly juts out his face within arm’s reach of Nick, practically inviting him to take the first blow. Meanwhile, lost in the preceding mayhem, Jonny Hughes seems to be coming to and eventually manages to rise to his feet. Nick rears back his sternly clenched fist and gets ready to finally strike the very man that has tormented him for so long, to finally get the sweet payback he had been craving for so long. Nick pulls back... CRACK! ....and swings his crutch straight into Jonny Hughes’ head! A deathly silence falls over all...except for one. “Fast” Eddie Edison: GREAT SCOTT! WHAT IN THE SCIENCE HAVE WE JUST SEEN HERE?! The force from Nick’s blow was so mighty that it snapped the wooden crutch straight in two. Nick looks down proudly at his work for a moment, then quickly shifts his attention toward Thunderkiss. In a complete transformation of demeanor, Nick grins slyly at TK. Nick casually slips off his knee brace and flings it to the side. Just for good measure, Nick pirouettes gracefully to confirm the terrible truth that there is indeed nothing wrong with his leg, the previous “attack” by Thunderkiss, just a fraud. Maxwell McNally: Folks, there’s no doubt in my mind that what we’ve just witnessed is nothing short of travesty. One of the most highly-anticipated World Heavyweight Championship bouts in recent memory has just been ruined by sabotage and deceit! As if there was any more doubt of a collusion between TK and Nick, the two enthusiastically high-five to squash any further qualms. And just like clockwork, executing their heinous scheme with a precision that could come only from long, meticulous planning, Nick moves over to the still incapacitated Raymond Allen Fleming while TK hoists Hughes up into an Argentine backbreaker rack to lock in the Appetite for Destruction! “Fast” Eddie Edison: No! Not like this! For god’s sake, not like this! Nick manages to knock some sense back into RAF, who awakens to the horrific image of TK manhandling the still lifeless Jonny Hughes. Sensing no ability in Hughes to fight back, RAF has no choice but to call for the bell! ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to referee stoppage, your winner and STILL ACW World Champion...THUNDEEEEERKIIIIIIIIIIIISS! Phillip drives the final nail in the coffin with his official announcement, and reality has fully set in for the fans at ACW arena. In a current sign of the times, a torrent of cheers rain down on the two men who committed a crime that was nothing short of robbery on one of pro wrestling’s grandest stages, not that they themselves could care any. RAF hands the title belt back to TK, and Nick triumphantly thrusts TK’s arm into the air so there can be no doubt of the victor.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:02:50 GMT -5
Post Match Segment: “GOTCHA!” Credit: Black & White / Nick Durden / T-Kiss [Immediately after being declared the victory of tonight’s main event, Thunderkiss breaks away from Nick and acquires Phillip’s microphone with a simple wave of his fingers.] Thunderkiss: First, I would like to apologize to tonight’s viewing audience for wrestling the most boring match in my career. My God, people actually like watching others circle around the ring while tugging at another’s arms and legs? LAME. I’ve said it since the start of my career and I will continue saying it till the day I retire: at the end of my arms I have two things that will put a man on his back for three seconds faster than any stupid body appendage twist. To ignore that fact and prance around the ring like the rest of these glorified Greco-Roman wrestling wannabes would be a discredit to you fans who come here each and every Monday and Thursday to be entertained! Our industry is overflowing with so many wrestlers that sell out to the internet fan boys to make themselves look cool and alternative that in turn NONE of them are actually cool NOR alternative.
TK: Steve Phillips, you and your protege both now have something else in common besides being pretentious assholes, and that is you’ve both gone down in flames at my hands. While I know this all must be very disheartening to you, I’m afraid to say that life is going to continue to get worse for you Steve. You are a desperate man, Senator. Two weeks ago I smelled the stench of panic all over you when you tried to break the unbreakable. You look around and see that the crowd has changed, the roster has changed and the face of wrestling has changed. No matter how much you resent this old man, you must either learn to accept it or move on.
Fans *chanting*: The Stable Isn’t AB-LE! *clap,clap clapclapclap* The Stable Isn’t AB-LE! *clap,clap clapclapclap* The Stable Isn’t AB-LE! *clap,clap clapclapclap*
TK: Now to make up for that horrible wrestling match you just witnessed, I’m going to make sure you guys get what you payed for tonight! Now HIT MY MUSIC, DADDY’S GONNA POSE!
[TK stands in the middle of the ring and prepares for some post match flexing. Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone standing in the corner, and that’s when he suddenly realizes that he has totally forgotten about Nick Durden!]
TK: Whoa, Whoa! No! No! Cut the music! Hold on for a second!
[The Champ walks over to Durden with an amused look on his face and pats him on the shoulder as a way to apologize for his egocentric ways. Durden responds with a laugh of his own for he fully understands that this just status quo for good ‘ol TK. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to him by the Thunderman and it most certainly won’t be the last time, as both he and TK will soon explain.]
TK: Ladies and gentlemen, in my post match euphoria I almost forgot one “slight” detail.
Nick Durden: Hey, hey, easy on the "slight" business, pal.
TK: Ehrm. Sorry. My bad. Let me rephrase that. Ladies and gentlemen, in my post match euphoria I almost forgot one “massive and uberly cool” detail. Better?
Nick: Eh...work on it.
TK: Nick ...
[TK extends his hand outward.]
TK: Welcome to the Entourage.
Nick: Where the party never stops.
[Durden meets TK’s hand with his and the moment they touch the crowd explodes in a frenzy.]
TK: We put on a pretty good show this month, didn’t we!?
Nick: Oscar worthy! Fuck Daniel Day-Lewis!
TK: Don’t go that far, perhaps Golden Globes. Anyway .... That’s right folks, sorry for the smoke and mirrors but what you saw this month between Nick and I was all fabricated from the START! We’ve been friends the moment I joined the roster and that’s still the case! Now I do hate trickery, but it needed to be done to prove ANOTHER point tonight. One may “think” they are smart in the ring, but tonight I showed that tactical smarts go over ring smarts any day of the week. Mr. Hughes can now attest to that. Can’t you Jonny?
[Both TK and Durden have a nice hearty laugh before he continues.]
Nick: You see, folks, for the last coupla months, I was sitting at home, feeling sorry for myself because some straw-haired bimbo didn't have enough sense to realize just what a catch I truly was...
[The females in the audience go particularly bonkers at this point. Even a few panties are seen flying through the air.]
Nick: And I'll admit, it was foolish of me to go all Dan White on you folks and let a simple emotional letdown stop my train to superstardom, but I'm proud to say that everyone's friendly neighborhood Thunderman stuck out that massive paw of his, reached deep down into the nether regions of hell where I was residing, and forcefully yanked me out of my funk!
[The entire crowd now descends into a frenzied chaos. The very thought of such an alliance between these two is enough to make underwear wet.]
Nick: And with that, he shined light on the places where there used to be darkness. He showed me that the world still had marvelous bounties in store for me, and that he and Entourage had my one-way ticket to there!
[Another gigantic pop. It would seem that the crowd can hardly disagree with that statement.]
Nick: Now unfortunately, for those of you who had your hearts sent on seeing me back in the ring, as much as I hate to burst bubbles, I have to announce that Nick Durden the wrestler is officially died.
[As quickly as the crowd had been ignited into a frenzy, its demeanor quickly changes to one of utter disappointment.]
Nick: Yeah, yeah, I know it's disappointing to a lot of you folks, but you know what this past month of scheming and planning had taught me?
[The crowd unleashes a massive "WHAT?" usually reserved for Stone Cold Steve Austin promos.]
Nick: It taught me that my ultimate skills are those of a strategist, a wingman, a manager! Like Paul Bearer to the Undertaker, Jim Cornette to the Midnight Express, Jimmy Hart to Hulk Hogan, I will help to usher in a new era of ACW, that of the Entourage!
[The audience roars their approval of a Raj-centric ACW.]
Nick: BELIEVE IT! 'Cause it's JUST...THAT...SIMPLE!
TK:Now that I think we have everything covered, lets get down to the moment you all have been waiting for. That’s right folks, put those impatient looks away and get ready for my POST MATCH POSE FEST! Hey Durden, want to join me?
Nick: Uh, I'll take a pass on this one, champ. There's already been too much strain on this beautiful body of mine.
TK: Suit yourself! NOW HIT MY MUSIC.... AGAIN!
[He stands in the middle of the ring waiting for the sweet beats of “God of Thunder” to play so he can bulge his rippling muscles. Seconds pass and yet he continues to wait. Just when he has had enough and is about ready to call out the technicians in frustration, a pyrotechnic explosion rocks the rafters of the arena.]
~!~KABOOM~!~
TK: The HELL?!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:03:15 GMT -5
[Sparks begin to rain down into the ring causing both Nick and TK to take cover on the outside in fear of being singed by their heat. It is here that both men lift their heads upwards and see that this is not just an abnormal display of fireworks, but rather something far more sinister. Above them glows the word “Congratulations,” set a fire . Now you might be asking yourself, how could a word of appreciation be so sinister? Well my friends, its not so much the message that sinister, it’s the messenger ...]
Voice: Like my gift Thunderkiss?
TK: ...You.
[He recognizes the voice even though he’s never heard it before. The tone, the pitch and the emphasis on his name - it can only be one person, and as he turns toward the Alpha Tron, his suspicions are confirmed.]
Black & White: I hope you do, I went all kinds of trouble to see it through.
[The big screen displays the image of a man shrouded in darkness, only his silhouette can be seen. Upon first glace TK becomes uncomfortable and it feels as if his skin is about to crawl right off his body.]
Black & White: Anyway, congratulations indeed on another fine title defense champ. Earlier you said that you thought the whole match was lame. Well let me tell you dear, to me it was anything but. Watching you out there getting so sweaty and yanking on Hughes’ body parts made me pretty excited, if you know what I mean.
[Black and White lets out a small moan that causes the sensation of illness to sweep over the champion’s body. Instead of falling into panic, TK clears his head long enough to realize that if B&W has been able to put his image up on the big screen, that he had to jack in somewhere in the stadium. He is somewhere near, he can feel it, and then it hits him - ]
TK: The production truck! Get to the production truck!
[Thunderkiss and Durden run full speed up the rampway and begin to navigate themselves through the arena’s maze like hallways. Immediately the image of B&W on the Alpha Tron cuts to static, a sign that perhaps TK was right and this was indeed a live broadcast coming from somewhere in the arena. The jerky camera shot begins to fall behind the Champ and Durden as they outrun the cameraman, but eventually catches up the moment they arrive at their destination. Rushing into the truck like a bat out of hell, TK quickly reverses his direction as he realizes that they are too late.]
TK: Dammit! We almost had him!
Nick: He was definitely here, though.
TK: Yeah, he left behind another gift.
[Winded, TK takes a seat on the truck’s steps and holds up one his plushies and points to the doll’s crotch where a lipstick stain resides. Durden immediately turns away in disgust and TK tosses it as far away into the darkness of night hoping to never see it again.]
Nick: Relax, buddy. He can't run forever. Not from us.
[Indeed he can’t Nick, but something tells me that this may be all part of Black and White’s plan. With each passing month his actions have become more brazen, and now he lies in the shadows, only a few steps away from his target. Its most likely just a matter of time before his elusiveness stops and the real game begins ...]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 22, 2008 16:04:04 GMT -5
Closing Segment (OTA): All Good Things... - Redux (Credit: Hunter)
He sighs. Despite the fact that the show has been over for quite some time, he is still feeling the after-effects of his match. The bandages on his hand are fairly damp, which does not surprise him, but he has never been one to complain about blood. After all, in this business, that is essentially the only thing one can have. He moves down the hall at a medium pace, occasionally being forced to drag his leg behind him. His match, although having been the third to last on the card and having ended more than an hour and a half ago, took a lot out of him, and his opponent did moreso. His leg still hurts, although in fact most of his body is aching. He takes a deep breath before stopping at an all-too-familiar door, and then slowly pushes it open. The door bounces off the wall and comes to a rest as the Senator looks into his Senatorial Office. It is not empty.
Senator: Fancy seeing you here...
Andrew Hunter slightly moves his eyes to the right to see the Senator enter the room, and then moves them back to their original position. He continues to lean back in the Senator's chair, turned sideways, staring up at the ceiling, saying nothing. The Senator chuckles slightly as he approaches the elevated area housing his desk.
Senator: Quite a fight you put up, Hunter, I must say. We have wrestled many times, and although you have pushed me to my limit all of those times, I must say that this was quite possibly the furthest you have ever pushed...
His voice trails off. He is now standing a few inches before the desk, and his face suddenly becomes worried. He stares at Hunter, who has now closed his eyes, and he stutters for a moment.
Senator: Are...are you all right?
Hunter continues his steady, calm breaths, but he also keeps his eyes shut. He sighs before answering.
Hunter: Peachy.
The Senator wants to chuckle, but he cannot do so. Something troubles him.
Senator: Are...are you sure?
He groans to himself, knowing that this is the incorrect question to ask to someone of Hunter's nature.
Senator: What I mean to say is, is there anything troubling you? You look...uh...troubled...
Hunter does not respond. He takes a deep breath again and lets it out.
Hunter: I'm just trying to remember all of this.
Senator: Oh? Why would you need to do that, it is not as if you are leaving, is it?
Hunter does not respond, and the Senator's voice drops.
Senator: Hunter, what---?
Hunter's eyes shoot open, and the Senator quickly stops. The former pushes his way out of the chair and walks past the Senator, briefly entering the Senatorial Locker Room. After a few awkward and silent moments, he reemerges, holding his dufflebag.
Senator: Done already? What about the post-show party?
Hunter: I'm not going.
Senator: Oh? Did the match just take a lot out of you as well, or---?
Hunter: I'm leaving and I'm not coming back.
The Senator does not respond. Hunter stands perfectly still, holding his bag, looking back at the Senator, waiting for a response that never comes. Hunter drops the bag and approaches the Senator, and then takes a small brown envelope out of his pocket, and then hands it to the Senator.
Senator: What is this---?
Hunter: Read it.
Hunter does not turn around as he says this, and instead he picks up his bag again and walks over to the couch, dropping it there and putting his arms on his hips, looking down solemnly at the couch. The Senator unfolds the envelope and pulls out a small yellow piece of paper. His eyes look over the paper, and after he finishes reading it, he back in the envelope, and then on the other side of the paper. He finds nothing, and his eyes move back over to Hunter.
Senator: ...Hunter, I---
Hunter: I appreciate everything you've done for me, you know that. We've been working together for over three years now, and there was hardly a moment that I regretted, regardless of our past arguments. Everything you have done for me has turned me into a better person as far as I'm concerned, and I will never forget your lessons.
Senator: Please, listen---
Hunter: I can't keep doing this, Steve.
The Senator does not reply. He does not once recall Hunter ever calling him by his Christian name, and it sort of startles him. Hunter pays it no mind, and simply continues staring down at the couch.
Hunter: I'm 26 years old, Steve, this isn't what I should focus my life on. And that proves it. I have other things to attend to.
Senator: But you cannot just dump everything you have worked so hard for---
Hunter: Can you blame me?
Silence.
Hunter: I wish there was some other way, but there just isn't. This is something I have to do.
Senator: But...what if something happens?
Hunter: Something already has, and I'm certain it will multiple times again. Don't make this any more a difficult decision than it has to be.
Senator: ...I'm so sorry...
Hunter: Don't be. It has nothing to do with you.
There is another silence.
Hunter: Thanks for everything.
The Senator puts the envelope and the piece of paper together and crumbles them together, holding them firmly in his fist. Hunter breaks his stillness and moves towards him, and the two men silently embrace. Neither of them speak a word because neither of them have to. And after a few painful moments, the embrace is broken, and Hunter turns away from his teacher, his mentor, and his friend, grabs his bag, and quickly opens up the door, disappearing into the darkness on the other side of it.
Senator: Good b---
The slamming of the door silences his words, and he quietly sighs.
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Hunter can hear his own footsteps much more loudly than he can hear anything else, but he does not try to silence them. He simply increases the sound and continues to rush through the strangely dark hallways, hoping for any sign of light. But he does not find it. He bursts through a door and finds himself outside, where the rain that has been beating against the arena for the last few hours has now reached its climax. The door slams shut behind him, and he turns around briefly, considering opening it again. But he knows it is locked. He turns away from it and takes a few steps forward...and he loses his balance and crumbles to the ground.
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The Senator turns away from the closed door, having looked at it for a few moments, and approaches the kitchen area, and then takes the envelope and the note and holds them aloft. He pulls out a lighter from one of the cupboards, and then flicks it on, suspending the papers above the flame. The flame leaps onto the paper and makes its way to his fingers in a matter of seconds, and, startled, he quickly drops it. It continues to burn on the tile floor, and he watches it for a long time, completely hypnotized by the dance of the flames. It never seems to end. He turns away from it and looks out the window at the increasing darkness, wondering if one of the many dancing shapes is his friend. But he will never know.
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Hunter keeps his face lowered and he stares at the ground, his eyes shut tightly. He pounds the ground a few times as the rain continues to envelop him, and after a few moments he is able to pull himself back up to his feet. He holds back his emotions and stares up at the sky, the rain crushing him and washing away every thing he wanted to leave behind. He takes his bag again and walks to the parking lot, and in a few seconds he enters his car, tossing the bag into the backseat. He sits there, staring out of the window into the nothingness before him. No new rain comes because of his newfound shelter, but the old rain does not flow off of his body very easily. He attempts to look back at the arena, but he cannot seem to turn his neck, no matter how slightly. And after a few more silent moments, he turns on his car and backs up, turning on the street. He closes his eyes, and after a prolonged sigh, he gradually finds himself moving forward into the unknown shadows of a strange new and endless darkness.
End of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Mar 22, 2008 16:06:38 GMT -5
Hunter.....leaving......CHRISTMAS?!
Awesome show, two title changes! Woo!
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Post by Lass Sarin on Mar 22, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
Hunter.....leaving......CHRISTMAS?! Whoa, deja vu. But Hunter, your exit was beautiful and gracious. The unknown letter was quite touching. I imagined it to be a sexual ode of devotion to Senator--but I'm probably way off course. ^.^ Great show everyone! <3
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Post by rosslambert on Mar 22, 2008 16:12:25 GMT -5
Not read the entire show yet, but YAY for being champ.
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