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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:46:26 GMT -5
Cheng being the causer of this dizziness though soon follows it up with a devastating roundhouse kick to the temple but no, Danny ducks and follows with a quick blast of The CQC (Crushingly Quick Combo)! The rapid-fire knees to the stomach and the elbows to the neck suddenly lead into a Superkick right to the chin dropping him mere metres from the corner. Danny who is now suddenly energized and focused goes to round things off to a screeching halt. He heads for the turnbuckle and climbs up quickly not wasting any time with his posturing. He flies off and hits an absolutely PERFECT Guillotine Leg Drop. Cheng’s head is planted into the mat and Mainer smiles as the crowd start to root him on. Edison: That was an excellent shot! I wonder what’s next from The State of the Art, he might be FINALLY getting his redemption!Jake is barely alive after the career shortening impact of that last play by Danny Mainer and as Danny gets up you can tell he’s going to finish it off. Danny dusts himself off as he stands in the centre of the ring. He makes a long, drawn-out cut-throat gesture before doing the Angle pose with his arms out extended letting out a wild roar. He then casts his attention to Jake and he goes towards him using all his strength to lift him off the floor. He drags him to the centre of the ring by Jake who can barely stand after the last impact. He keeps dropping to his knees feeling dizzy and sickly after the shot and he finally thrusts Jakes head between his legs preparing for the end. The crowd pop as Danny goes to hit the famed Thunder Crash but Jake who has a hold of his legs yanks him off his footing before flipping over with a surprise Bridge Pin! McNally: WOAH! Surprise pin! This is it!ONE! TWO! THRE-KICKOUT! Edison: Not quite yet! He’s still got fight left in him.Jake is quickly up to his feet as Danny struggles to find focus after that surprise pin. Throwing caution out the window he immediately climbs up the nearest turnbuckle before blindly flying backwards with an elbow out-stretched which luckily enough slams right into Mr. Mainer’s jaw. Danny hits the deck and he can’t feel anything in his mouth. Jake lifts him up before hitting a violent Flash Kick out of nowhere. Danny again hits the floor like a Muppet and Jake starts to wait for Danny to get to his knees. Danny slowly starts to kneel centre of the ring as Jake stands in the corner. Danny is on all fours and he’s about to stand up but a BOOT flies out at him signalling THE SECOND HEARTBEAT!Edison: BAM! That’s the end of the match! Ring the bell, he’s as good as done!McNally: LOOK OUT!Despite the outbursts from Edison, that ISN’T the end of the match, Danny dives out of the way towards Jake with a fist extended slamming into his stomach. He flies into his grill with repeated fists to the head backing him into the corner as the brutal barrage of knuckles hits him violently in the mouth and nose and forehead. Jake is backed into the corner and a few knee shots to the gut crop-up from Danny who is on somewhat of a second wind now. Danny then flings himself forward for a side-elbow into the poor Jake’s face. He then steps back allowing Jake to drunkenly stumble out and he climbs backwards up the top rope hooking Jake up for The Bladers Sunrise! McNally: That Tornado DDT will put your damn lights out! Anyone who suffers that Bladers Sunrise!Danny is roaring and again he looks ready to finish things off as Jake is planted in the mat. Danny picks him up and pulls him out of a small trenching in the floor made by his facial features. He pulls him up and stands facing the commentary table, centre of the ring before putting him in Piledriver position as the crowd roar their approval. He spreads his arms ready to hit that Thundercrash but Jake has fight in him. He swings a punch to the hips before throwing Danny over his head for a back body drop but using a great deal of agility, Danny lands absolutely perfectly on his other feet. Jake turns around and walks into a blind kick catching him right in the chest with sickening impact. Edison: Woah! That Thundercrash was not going to plan but Jake is about to get finished!Danny heads out through the ropes and onto the apron and Jake stumbles forward into position in agony just about a metre away from the ring ropes. Danny prepares for the slingshot and he bounces up to the top rope about ready to leap and crash down on to Jake but he lunges into action, as Danny is seconds away from slamming him with a Bionic Elbow he throws out his two fingers catching Danny in the eye! Danny yells out and he turns his back to Jake. Jake is in with the roll-up and when the referee isn’t looking he sticks his legs up on the ring-ropes! McNally: What the Hell is this! This is a stolen victory!ONE! TWO! THREE! DING-DING-DING!Edison: Stolen or not, it’s still a victory! Danny is fast but Jake was quicker on the wits and that’s how he picked up this victory.Jones: Here is your winner… The Asian Extraordinaire… JAKE…. CHEEEEEENG!Danny is absolutely livid as Jake gets the Hell out of dodge rolling out the ring, Jake is half-way up the ramp by the time Danny has fully realized what’s happened. He thunders over to the ropes and points to him before pointing to an imaginary watch stating that it’s only a matter of time. Jake smiles cockily as his theme music blares out. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:47:23 GMT -5
Wake Up Cheng! Part 2: The Omega Effect Of Cheating Credit: Jake Cheng Nothing is cooler than Jake Cheng feels right now. After getting a much needed win to break his losing streak, the former Light-Heavyweight Champion struts down the hallways of the Echo Arena undisturbed. But not for long
[suspence] Gingerdude: Cheng! Jake stops and turns on his heels. The ACW Chairman walks towards him and a tad-bit-faster-than-normal pace. Jake takes some steps toward the Chairman so that this description before the dialog wouldn’t drag out if this were to be actually filmed and viewed on a television set. Jake: Ah, it’s the ever elusive Chairman Chingerdude. Congrats on the grandchild. Gingerdude: Enough sucking up Cheng. You’re not good at it at all. Jake: Sorry. Well I do mean it when I say, I’m sorry you have the son in law that you do. Gingerdude: What? Awkward silence.
Gingerdude: Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I enjoyed that little stunt you pulled out there. Jake: Oh, than- Gingerdude: I’m not done. But I’m going to enjoy it much more at Omega Effect. Jake: What’s at Omega Effect? Gingerdude: The rematch between you and Danny Mainer. ”Woooo”, “Sweet”, and “Hell Yeah” are just a few examples of what the members of the audience cry out at Ginger’s announcement. “Shit”, “fuck” and “shitfuck”, and “fucking shitting fucking fuck shit” are a few of the things that comes from Jake’s mouth after hearing Ginger’s announcement. Jake stops stomping around and becomes civilized before he talks back to the Chairman. Jake: This is bullshit! I just beat that little shit and now- Gingerdude: Now you are going to have to do it again. And this time there won’t be any ways for you to pull another win out of your ass. That’s because this match will be a...you know on second thought that would be too much information for one night. Good day sir. That went just the way Chairman Gingerdude had planned it out in his head. That is not the way that Jake had planned his after-match celebration. But now the celebration will have to be even greater after the Yet-To-Be-Named match at Omega Effect vs. Danny Mainer.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:48:49 GMT -5
Segment: Loyalty (Credit: Rattlesnake/Dan White)
The segment fades into Whitesnake’s locker room, and Dan is heavily beaten from the match earlier tonight. He’s obviously had some treatment, as the swelling has died down a little and he looks a bit more refreshed. Opposite him sits Rattlesnake. Both are in casual clothing, so it looks like they’re ready to take off for the night. There seems to be an awkward silence, but Snake break it.
Dan: So…where you heading now?
Rattlesnake: Probably just to the hotel. I’ll have a couple of beers and then hit off home. How about you?
Dan: Well Cardiff is just down the motorway, but I’m going to celebrate my victory tonight, got a couple of mates in the arena and we’re going to drink Liverpool dry. I’ll manage to get to Cardiff by tomorrow though.
Rattlesnake: Do you think you should be having such a heavy night after the beating you’ve had? I mean clubs won’t let you in in your state.
Dan chuckles
Dan: Nah, I’m on the guestlist at most clubs. They know who I am.
Rattlesnake: Ahh okay.
There’s another silence, which is just as awkward. Dan looks at Snake, and it’s obvious there’s something on Snake’s mind, so Dan challenges it.
Dan: Dude, what’s up? You’re acting a bit weird.
Rattlesnake: It’s nothing man. Don’t worry about it.
Dan: If we’re in this tag team, we need to have some form of trust. I don’t want you suddenly attacking me in the middle of a tag match.
Snake sighs.
Rattlesnake: Alright, but I don’t mean to sound like I’m jealous or anything. But you know I have your back, and you know that I have beef with the Senatorial Stable. You coulda just asked and I would have helped you beat off the Capitalists, I mean it’s only fair that I get some action, right? Keeps me in shape.
Dan: Yeah, well you have to understand that this is something kinda different. It’s a grudge between me and The Senator, and believe me you know him as much as The Royles know The Capitalists, but I needed a true equaliser. I mean with all due respect we could knock the three of them out no problem. But if us two were jumped by the three of them, we’d have no chance.
Dan looks to the floor.
Dan: I’ve known The Royles for a very long time, and they’re very loyal to me. It’s not that we don’t have each other’s back, but I mean dude, we’ve been in a tag team for about 3 weeks. It’s not like we’ve formed that trust yet.
Snake glares at Dan, but sees his point.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, gotcha. But as for the tag team goes, well we beat Jay and Libertines the other week, surely we can go the distance.
Dan: I don’t see why not. There’s no other teams that really cause a sting in the tail in the competition.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, anyways I best be going or I’ll miss my taxi.
Dan: Alright, later dude.
Snake gets up and leaves the locker room, as Dan touches a wound on his forehead, wincing a little.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:50:01 GMT -5
Match 7: ACW Entertainment Championship 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper(c) vs. Thunder Train (Credit: AK)
We cut back to the ring to find the entrances just about complete. Showtime is showing off his title, and the ref quickly gets the match underway.
Bell Rings.
“Simple is good” is a phrase many people are quite fond of, and it certainly sums up Thunder Train’s approach to this match. Like any good locomotive, he’s deceptively quick for his bulk, and the double title-holding Cooper is caught out by his run straight off of the bell. The THWACK as Cooper meets the mat makes the crowd cringe, but it doesn’t seem to affect Cooper too badly; he nips up, cocky as ever, and taunts his opponent from across the ring. Tran moves close with some well-advised caution; he swings a couple of punches, which Cooper dodges to get behind his opponent. He kicks Train in the small of the back, and then adds a couple of stiff kicks to the midsection as an irritated Train turns around. Cooper attempts to sidestep out of danger, but goes the wrong way and allows Train to catch hold of him. Train pulls off a body slam and then drops his weight on top of Cooper, setting up a pin and earning him a near two-count.
Cooper rallies, and moves quickly around the ring; Train has to constantly turn to keep pace with him, and after a few moments of this Cooper abruptly goes sideways into the ropes and rebounds, using the extra acceleration to knock Train down. Train’s mat game is not his strongest area, and he finds himself enduring a Kneebar; what he does have, however, is raw power, and at this stage of the match Train has plenty in the boiler to employ in getting free. He recovers to his feet, moves back toward the corner, and when Cooper comes after him, Train whips him around back-first into the turnbuckle and goes to work, beating him about the upper body with various blows. Cooper takes quite a few hits before battling his way out, and gives Train a taste of his own medicine by whipping him hard into the opposite corner; the crowd cheers as Cooper dashes forward, and though Train attempts to stop him with an upheld boot, Cooper jumps right over it and lands on the middle rope, straddling Train and smacking him about the head with punches, before backflipping away and kicking off of Train’s chest for good measure. Train staggers out, dazed, and Cooper DDTs him to the mat to create a pin for a solid two.
There is a momentary lull as both men rise up. Equally tall and quite closely matched in terms of weight, their exchanges of blows cause them to travel back and forth across the ring as each looks for an opening. Cooper spots one first, and as Train tries a lariat, which allows Cooper to use his Cross Armbreaker. Train grimaces, and perhaps sensing that Stan Hansen would not approve of his first attempt, he gathers his energy and breaks out, redeeming himself with a beauty of a move which knocks Cooper down squarely. Rather than go straight for the pin, Train hefts Cooper up, and demonstrates his power with (appropriately enough) a powerbomb of impressive proportions; it is sufficient to earn him a 2 count, and Cooper looks a little riled as he gets up. If he’s taken aback it doesn’t affect his ability to respond, though, and Train comes under a rapid fire of kicks which lead into a Cooper Kick (uppercutting superkick). Train staggers, but does not fall, and instead gestures to Cooper to continue to bring it. The crowd is now paying rapt attention to this match; for all the fun and games leading up to it, business in the ring is serious, and no one can be sure who will emerge on top.
If there’s one thing Cooper likes as much as fantasizing about himself and Echo doing naughty and mildly disturbing things in exotic locations, it’s a decent challenge. With a grin, he advances on Train; the powerhouse throws his weight around, and Cooper nimbly avoids the shots, drawing Train toward the edge of the ring. Once there, he ties up with his opponent and the pair battle to cast one another over the side; Train is the one who succeeds, and as Cooper hits the outside mats, he moves rapidly through the ropes and comes down with an axe handle to his opponent’s back. Cooper grunts – but he has an ulterior motive, and while Train’s guard is down he grasps his wrist and whips him hard into the protective barriers. The fans in the immediate vicinity pull back a little as Cooper steams in and rams Train’s head against the top of the guardrail, and Train is assaulted by both the physical impacts and the sound of multiple shrill scouse accents urging Cooper to “do him over”. Out of the corner of his eye, Train spots the ET belt on the timekeeper’s table, and this inspires him to break away from his opponent; he wants the gold, and he silently plots as he backs away, feigning worse disorientation than he is actually experiencing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:53:52 GMT -5
Cooper comes after him, and the gold also has an effect on him too; it makes him perhaps a little more cocky than is advisable. The crowd eggs him on, and Cooper rushes at Train – which is a big mistake, as Train lifts his opponent into a backdrop which causes him to come down partly on the steel steps. Cooper is very lucky that his head misses them, but his back does not, and he audibly yells in pain; the crowd winces, and Cooper clasps a hand to his lower back as he gets up. He has only a couple of seconds before Train starts pummeling him again; becoming angry, Cooper gives as good as he gets, and when Train over-reaches he is able to extract a measure of revenge by tripping his opponent and using the ring apron to launch his Double Stomp – his facial grimace is all the more authentic as he performs it, and Train grits his teeth in pain as he rolls away. Cooper gets up, and grabs Train around the neck, pushing him back toward the ring; Train does not resist. Neither man wants to concede any further on the outside, and both are now keen to wrap things up.
Train runs at Cooper and knocks him down; Cooper bounces back up, and Train hits the ropes to come back for round 2. This time, Cooper hits his Spin Kick, which halts Train’s attack; hoping to weaken him, Cooper produces a Dragon Suplex and flips over into the cover. 1……2….- Train kicks out, and grasps Cooper around the neck; Cooper struggles to pry himself free as Train gets to his knees and then to his feet. He chokeslams Cooper down with attitude and adds some stomps; Cooper rolls out from under them, and continues to roll under the ropes so that he can stand up on the outside of the apron. Train approaches and tries to knock him off; Cooper counters, gets hold of Train by the back of the neck and runs him face-first into the turnbuckle. As Train staggers backward, Cooper gets up on the post and uses an unusual rendition of his headscissors to fling Train to the mat; he covers, 1….2- but again Train kicks out. The crowd is engrossed in the match, and the more savvy fans are wondering if Train has been benefiting from some stamina training since his move to the Senatorial Stable.
Getting to their feet, Cooper is definitely favouring his back, and Train now attempts to act decisively. He lets Cooper come to him, and as the champion lashes out, Train allows his opponent’s momentum to carry him past, exposing his weakened point. Train kicks Cooper’s back without mercy; Cooper flinches and Train is able to get hold of him, readying for a backbreaker. Sensing the danger, Cooper lets his frustration aid him; he thrashes, and Train has to let him go. With an act of absolute will, Cooper leaps into the Kao Dode; the crowd goes bonkers as Train comes crashing down, and Cooper scrambles to cover, 1…..2…..-
NO! Train somehow got an arm in front of his face, protecting himself from the killer bite of the move; he pushes Cooper off, and now the crowd’s sound is like a living thing. Rising to his feet, Train unleashes all he has; Cooper has strikes rained down on him, and withstands them with a fortitude which would humble even the most experienced of competitors. But that blow on the stairs has been like a ticking bomb, and Train finally detonates it with the Golden Spike (Gutwrench Powerbomb). Pain explodes through Cooper’s body; he is unable to find his inner focus in time, and Train nails his Derailment (Suplex Powerslam) unopposed. The crowd’s collective breath is held as Train pins, 1….2…..3-
Cooper kicks, bravely, but he’s just not quite fast enough. The bell rings as Philip announces the result.
Philip: Here is your winner…. And NEW ACW Entertainment Champion, THE THUNDER TRAIN!
Train looks stunned for a moment; then it sinks in, and he gets up, arms raised to the fans. The crowd is split – some are ecstatic, others highly disappointed. But to his credit, Cooper hauls himself up and shakes hands with the new champion before hobbling from the arena, beaten but with his honour fully intact.
Train holds his new belt, and looks content; he has regained the title he considers to be naturally is, and it will take quite the entertainer to claim it from him.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:55:00 GMT -5
Segment: The Algerian Love Knot (Credit: Sarin)
Wrapped in linen bed sheets with high thread counts, Sarin's ankles crack as she touches floor. She steps over the broken shards of glass on tip toe. The flattering light of a lampshade reveals the light sheen of sweat coating her body and tussled raven hair, falling to her heaving breasts like curled black snakes. She has Merlot still left to drink.
She pours another glass. In need of a fluffy pillow, she arranges herself on the settee like an Egyptian goddess, cupping the glass of wine to bring the edge to her lips. The lack of muffled snores emanating from the bed indicates Rattlesnake's absence. She checks her watch: not long now till showtime. She wishes the room wasn't so quiet.
Suddenly, she feels lonely. She shivers, tightening the linens around her so every curve is snug. She was twenty three years ago. Twenty, and she entered the ring to challenge Yoko Satoshi for the World Championship. Sarin snorts in her wine. Twenty then, twenty and silly. An impetuous bird, attempting the impossible and lamenting subsequent failure.
Twenty-one then, and a poor player, with much strutting and fretting about the stage but heard quite often. Yoko Satoshi is there too, touching feeling tasting licking kissing sucking loving there. Twenty-one then, and happy. A strange experience, and a welcome one, too. She filled her emptiness, anchored her to pleasures unnamable, tangible, and new.
Twenty-two now, and Yoko went back to bed with not much hair left on her head. Sarin cut her hair herself one night. Twenty-two now, and a snake slithers into the woodshed, not wholly unwelcome but not wholly strange. The sun is never more cold. It isn't right; it can't be right. They were just two jerks, playing with fire. She starts to miss her sometimes, three times, often. Twenty-two now, and sad.
Sarin crosses the room like an incorporeal ghost. With trembling hands, she opens her nightstand. Something silver sparkles in her eye. It is a necklace, as silver as the stars, a circular metal knot hanging from the chain. The knot bumps her breastbone; the chain falls into her cleavage. The Algerian Love Knot, the symbol of fidelity. A gift from Yoko.
Hard sobs wrack her body. Her shaking shoulders swing the necklace like a pendulum. Sarin appraises her teary figure in the wall mirror across the room. Her heart beats not for him, but for her, always for her. Everything she has done, every bruise, scrap, kick, lift, dance, everything is for her. She spent the eve of her World Championship Match with the wrong person.
She falls to her knees.
I love you, Yoko Satoshi.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:57:05 GMT -5
Segment: Starve (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo lit up a cigarette in the parking lot of the nearest hospital to the Oddessy Arena in Belfast as he propped his boots up on the dashboard of his small rental car. He didn't bother, nor cared, to learn the name of the hospital, but it was probably something morbid sounding like “Our Lady of the Bleeding Stigmata”. Those Europeans were always into weird morbid shit like that. Regardless, it was a two days after Warfare and things hadn't been so well in the Flamingo Camp.
For one, BK London now had possession of the Russian Chain which didn't put Adrian at any ease whatsoever. BK London had the experience of these matches at his side, but as long as Adrian had the chain he felt that the advantage belonged to him for the simple fact that he had up until the match to modify the chain however he saw fit. The plan, naturally, included an easy escape latch on his shackle but now that plan had gone all to hell. BK was probably fixing up his own shackle right now, and whose fault was that? Mickey's.
Out of the corner of his eye, Adrian saw one of the hospital attendants wheel Mickey out of the building in a wheelchair. Mickey looked incredibly worse for wear. His left eye was still partially swollen shut and the other had a large bandage over it to protect fresh stitches the held a deep laceration shut. Various other parts of Mickey had also been wrapped up, but Adrian didn't particularly care at this point. Mickey, once again, dropped the ball and now he was going to work twice as hard to accomplish their objectives than he would've. So, Mickey shouldn't have really been surprised when Adrian refused to move the car closer to the hospital. Mickey sat there in the parking lot confused but immediately knew what was going on when Adrian threatened to maim the hospital intern if he wheeled the chair any closer to Adrian's car.
Mickey Flamingo: C'mon, Addie! This ain't rite, boy, I'm not in good shape for this!
Adrian Flamingo: I have a couple of days before the pay-per view, Mickey. If you're “too weak” to come to the car then I can wait. Funny that you're just now realizing that you're “too weak” because I always thought that was a forgone conclusion.
Mickey looked down to the ground as he did his best to absorb Adrian's verbal punishment and see just how fair he was going to have to walk to make it to the car. Slowly, but surely, Mickey winced in pain as he slowly pushed his sore arms up off of the chair and forced his groggy legs to stand on his feet. Immediately as both feet were planted firmly, a shot of sharp, hot pain hit his back like a sawed off shotgun that almost caused him to drop to his knees.
Adrian Flamingo: C'mon, Mickey, you're waisting my time here!
Mickey slowly managed to force himself forward with a slow, awkward step and it felt like someone had snuck shards of glass into his shoes while he was asleep. Mickey managed to push forward again, then once more, each step feeling worse than the last one. It was paying off though, he was getting close to the car, but just as he reached the door handle Adrian slammed the car into drive and drove off. Mickey watched Adrian swing the car around in the parking lot before parking the car another twenty yards away.
Adrian Flamingo: Another couple of yards won't be too much for one of Bluefield High's all time rushing greats, hmm?
Mickey finally saw that his nephew was now having fun watching him shuffle his broken body along the pavement, pausing every few inches to catch his breath beside a parked car. However, Mickey never raised his voice, or stood still in protest. He knew why this was happening and there wasn't an argument he could make that would smooth this over with Adrian. He'd simply have to play Addie's game until his nephew decided that his punishment was complete. So, Mickey moved towards Adrian's car but just as he got closer, Adrian moved the car again. This series of moves happened another two times. Finally, Adrian let Mickey step into the car with a disconcerting look and nonchalant tone.
Adrian Flamingo: Glad to see you're back on board, I trust you won't let me down again.
Mickey didn't answer, mainly because he couldn't. He was breathing heavily and his clothes stuck to him with sweat. Adrian turned out of the parking lot and unto the road towards the airport before looking over at Mickey in disgust.
Adrian Flamingo: That's your second strike, Mickey; one more than I'd normally allow someone who associated with me to have. If I were you, I'd be counting my blessings right now and truly reconsider what my role is in our partnership before your third strike comes up.
Once again, Mickey didn't answer, instead he just laid his head back against the headrest of the car and fell asleep. His body was weak and, now, drained but his brain continued thinking at light speed. So, for the first time in what felt like years, Mickey Flamingo sat down in Adrian's car and began to reconsider his role in the scheme of things.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:57:36 GMT -5
Segment: “I Dream of Santa Ana on the Road to Mandalay” Credit: ~Aj & Winter [It’s the night before Spring into Hell and Aiden finds himself retreating to his London hotel for some most required beauty sleep. After all, one must look their best for such an occasion and he wakes up looking haunted far too often thanks to his insomnia. Now standing before the door to his room, he frantically searches deep within his pockets for its key card. His heart misses a few beats as he begins to believe that he has misplaced it; however, before he has to return to the lobby, the door mysteriously pops open by itself.] Aiden Joseph: The hell - ? Winter York: Hello dear brother. [As the door slides open, the light from the hallway vanquishes the shadows of the room. On the other side of the threshold resides Winter York, a woman who eagerly accepted her new role as Aiden’s step sister less than twenty-hour hours ago.] Aiden: How the hell did you get in here? Winter: I have my ways. [Unknown to Aiden is the fact that his “little sister” virtually has this entire city under her spell. There their isn’t a door in this town that this wealthy fashionista can’t open with her influence. He’ll learn her true nature in time.] Aiden: Does your father know you’re here?Winter: Nope. [Winter backs away from the door and Aiden steps inside his temporary quarters. Lifting his cell phone from the right pocket of his Armani suit, Aiden begins to dial the number of his father’s house. With the promise of a fatherly relationship looming in the hereafter, the last thing Mr. Joseph dare do is anger his new parental figure by entertaining his daughter at such late hours of the night.] Aiden: Well, perhaps it’s best you let him know.Winter: Oh don’t be such a spoil sport. [Winter closes in on her brother and snatches his cell phone from his hands. With a mischievous grin, she slides the top half of his phone down succeeding in the termination of his call.] Aiden: Hey!Winter: I’m not a child, Aiden. Now come, I’ll show you the sights. Aiden: Sorry dearest sister, it is time for me to slumber and besides, I’ve seen everything this city has to offer.Winter: Oh, you haven’t seen everything, and “dearest sister?” That’s adorable. Now please, just entertain me here. Aiden: *sigh* Fine. Where do you suggest?Winter: I know this fabulous club that’s very exclusive and makes sure that the “needs” of people like us are taken care of. Aiden: Is it clean?Winter: *scoff* Brother, I’m the farthest thing from “clean” - [Showing off her sass, she pokes him square in the chest before continuing.] Winter: - and so are you. Aiden: No, no. I don’t do that stuff anymore. I left that “game” a long time ago, WinterWinter: Yes, so I’ve heard. Monogamy has changed you, or so the tabloids say! However, taking one look at you, I don’t believe it ... at all. Aiden: If you read the tabloids then you should know that I now have a son, which in turn makes me a father. A responsible father. Winter: That doesn’t mean you can’t cut loose every now and then. Now let’s go, it will be good for you! [Winter grabs him by his shoulder and begins to drag him towards the door. Aiden has every opportunity to say no, but deep inside a part of him yearns for this moment. This fragment of his psyche comes into a life of its own and screams out to him to step through that door. Who is he to argue?] THE NEXT MORNING [He awakes at the bottom of his shower stall. Aching in places he had no clue he could ache in, he pulls himself up only to fall back down again. Three attempts later, Aiden maintains control over his hangover and manages to work his way out of his bathroom. Taking just two steps out of the bathroom he freezes in apprehension. On the room’s couch lies an unconscious Winter with both her legs hanging over its side, her dress pulled up above her waist. Next to her, lines of cocaine flow down the coffee table like those on a the pitch of a football field. Wine bottles and empty glasses litter the floor along with random strangers who have all misplaced their clothing. Unable to bear the sight, Aiden falls backwards into the wall behind him and realizes that for every step forward he took in his life, he just took one major leap backwards.] Aiden: Oh good God, no.[Clutching his head in his hands, Aiden begins to take steps to conceal the truth from his eyes. Over the course of the foreseeable future, this will undoubtedly be a reoccurring scene for on the couch not only lies his blood, but a extremely bad influence. Winter has arrived early this year.] [END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:58:23 GMT -5
Match 8: No. 1 Contender for ACW Championship Fallen Souls vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is the Number One Contender’s Match! The winner of this match will go to the main event at Omega Effect IV!
McNally: Well here were are, effectively this is the first of two semi final matches to determine the Main Event at Omega Effect, with Sarin and Aiden Joseph slugging it out later on. This match will be a cracker. Edison: It certainly will, Max! These two were in the final four of Fallen Heroes, but with Senator crippled and Flamingo fighting BK, it will be between these two for that elusive spot.
Philip: And I have additionally been informed that this match will have a 60 minute time limit!
McNally: Wow, that’s spectacular in the least! Edison: These two are gonna go all the way! I’m calling a time limit draw!
Philip: Coming first to the ring, from Seoul, South Korea, weighing at 192 lbs…Fallen Souls!
”Beast of Blood” by Malice Mizer hits, and the fans go nuts as Fallen Souls walks out through the titantron. He looks calm on the surface, but he knows that this is the biggest match of his life, and he isn’t prepared to give up without the biggest fight he can conjure up. He enters the ring, testing the ropes for bounce and allows referee Joey Reynolds to examine him.
McNally: Well there’s FSX, he made the final two before being eliminated. How do you see him doing? Edison: Could go either way. But he’s appeared quite depressed in the run up, there’s obviously something bugging him and that could damage his chances.
Philip: And his opponent, from Portland, Maine, weighing at 195 lbs…Jay Zero!
The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
McNally: Jay Zero is only 3 pounds heavier than Fallen Souls, and both men weigh in at less than 200 lbs. This makes this match truly a Light-Heavyweight battle. Edison: It’s going to be immense. Both these men want this spot. I don’t know who to choose!
*Bell Rings*
Both these men know that it’s all or nothing; a match which will certainly shape the rest of their career, as they come out of their corners. Zero is quick on the offence, and throws a punch. It’s a rather blind punch though, as FSX quickly dodges and plants Zero with a swift Snap Suplex. Both men are up and Zero is more cautious, already knowing he has made a vital error early on. FSX smirks, but Zero isn’t going to let it affect him and they both lock up again. Zero is flung to the ropes, and FSX doubles over. Zero rolls over FSX’s back and lands on his feet, the motion continuing him to hit the ropes. FSX turns around, and receives a forward Dropkick for his troubles. But it’s not enough to ground him, and surely enough the two men are back on their feet, carefully eying each other.
McNally: It’s been a pretty wobbly start from both men. Perhaps the nerves are getting to them. Edison: Could be!
They lock up again, and Zero breaks the hold. He quickly performs a hip toss to FSX, but FSX gets to his feet immediately, and Zero comes back with a couple of knife edge chops (which, as ever, get a reaction from the crowd). He forces FSX into the turnbuckle, but FSX then manages to turn Zero around and into the corner, performing some knife edge chops of his own. Zero looks pretty worn out, and FSX takes a couple of steps, before aiming a High Knee into Zero’s face. Zero dives out the way, and as FSX’s knee gets tangled in the turnbuckle, Zero uses the opportunity to take FSX down with a Back Drop Suplex. FSX hits the ground badly, and Zero rolls it into a cover:
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Comfortable kickout by FSX.
McNally: Well it was an easy kickout for FSX, but if this match was to be decided by judges, Zero would surely earn points for the first pin attempt.
Zero picks FSX up and throws him at the ropes. Zero then throws a vicious clothesline, but FSX rolls under and out the way. Zero turns around, and FSX plants him between the eyes with a quick jab to the eyes. Zero is temporarily stunned, and FSX uses this to his advantage, leaping up and knocking Zero backwards with a Dropkick. Zero flies into the corner, and FSX runs at him, ready to hit him with a clothesline, but Zero dives out of the way. FSX turns around, and Zero grabs him by his hair, throwing him down to the ground and in the centre of the ring. He picks FSX up and aims to throw him into a turnbuckle, and sends him. He follows, but doesn’t anticipate FSX leaping up and kicking off the turnbuckle, and completing the Launch Kick with a thunderous boot to the back, sending Zero head-first into the buckle!
McNally: Brilliant reversal there by FSX!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:59:27 GMT -5
Zero groggily stumbles out of the turnbuckle, and FSX lifts him onto his shoulders! But he can’t hit the Soul Transfer, as Zero isn’t quite out of it to be taken advantage of that easily. He gets to his feet, boots FSX down below and hits a Snap Suplex of his own. He picks FSX back up and tries to go for a Leaping Neckbreaker, but FSX manages to struggle his way out. Zero turns around and FSX hits him with an Elbow Smash, and tries to follow that up with a Facebuster, but Zero elbows FSX in the gut. He turns around and FSX looks up, only to get a thumb to the eye, rendering him pretty useless for the time being. Zero uses this opportunity to hit “The Head Butt”, planting three quick jabs to the jaw, followed by a kick to the gut and a facebuster to the groin. FSX is pretty out of it now, and Zero makes the cover, hopeful that this is the moment:
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Another kickout by FSX. Zero looks a bit more frustrated now, as he feels he could and should have had it there and then. But the fact remains that he’s not done nearly enough as of yet, as he picks FSX up. He throws him at the ropes and takes him down with a Monkey Flip. FSX lands hard on his back, and looks it quite a bit of pain, as Zero poses for the crowd, the Liverpool fans not digging the scene look, and give him a piece of their mind. Zero laughs it off though, picking FSX up. But FSX fights back with a couple of shots to the stomach, and then shoves Zero away. Zero hits the ropes and FSX takes him down with a Roundhouse Kick. The kick is mightily impressive, but FSX isn’t ready to make a pinfall attempt. Instead, he hits the ropes and comes back with a Senton Splash, hitting Zero with as much of the 192 lbs he carries as he can, and only then does he rolls Zero over:
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Kickout by Zero
McNally: It’s been very evenly matches thus far, as FSX gets his first pinfall attempt of the match! Edison: I honestly have no idea who is going to win! I hope both of them do! In fact I hope this goes to a draw, it’s been great so far! Then we could see another Triple Threat main event at OE…
FSX picks Zero up and whips him at the ropes. He tries a clothesline, but Zero ducks it and continues his run, leaping up at the ropes and returning, grabbing FSX by the arm and throwing him into a Springboard Armdrag. The momentum throws both men up, and FSX keeps running, hitting the ropes and quickly responding to the armdrag with a hurricanrana. Zero’s head spins as he lands in a seated position, as though he was seeing stars, before he slumps to the ground. FSX picks Zero up and throws him at the ropes. FSX tries a clothesline (again!) but once again is unable to hit it, and Zero hits the ropes again. He responds this time, leaping up and planting a Multiple Rotation Satellite Headscissors into Armdrag, and the Liverpool fans are mesmerised by such a move as FSX goes flying. Zero turns around and tries to hit FSX with a Hip Toss, but FSX blocks it and instead hooks Zero, and hits the Rainbow STO! The impact on Zero’s head is huge, and FSX frantically makes a cover:
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Kickout by Jay Zero!
McNally: Reynolds was extremely close there to making it 3! FSX nearly had it!
FSX sighs, as he lifts Zero up and takes him down with a clothesline (aha, hit at last!). He whips Zero at the ropes, but Zero surprises FSX with a Flying Crossbody and pin:
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Kickout by FSX
Zero now sighs as he looks up to the heavens. He picks Zero up and hooks him, landing a Hiptoss into the turnbuckle which hits, with painful results. As FSX is slumped in the corner, Zero holds the ropes and tries to catch his breathe. We’ve not even had a third of this match yet, but the toll is really wearing thin on both men, and when ready, Zero turns around again. He lifts FSX out of his sorry state and clubs him in the jaw with an elbow, sending him to the ground. He picks FSX up again, and hits a couple of stiff kicks to the side of the leg. These kicks are particularly hard, as FSX attempts to limp away, but Zero isn’t feeling merciful tonight. FSX’s back is turned, and Zero sneaks up, catching him into a Crucifix Pin attempt:
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3-Kickout again by FSX!
McNally: A close call, there! Zero is really giving it his all. Edison: Damn…I really thought that was it.
Zero grits his teeth again as he picks FSX up. He locks him up with a suplex, but FSX hits some side punches, forcing Zero to break the hold. The shots to the kidney were obviously effective enough, as Zero hobbles away, turning his back to FSX. This gives FSX a great opportunity, and he takes Zero from behind, lifting him up and planting him with the Soul Digger – a German Suplex into a Powerbomb Pin! Unfortunately, FSX is too knackered to actually keep hold of the pin, and both men lie on the floor, utterly shattered as the referee begins the count.
McNally: Already this match has taken a toll on both men. Edison: True, but I think both men will get their second wind, it’s still all to play for!
The referee reaches about 6, when both men are beginning to get to their feet; FSX having progressed further than Zero. FSX reaches his feet first, but Zero isn’t far behind. FSX throws a punch, and Zero, still on one knee, takes in the punch and throws one back of his own. FSX throws a second punch, and this one effects Zero a lot more than the previous one. He grabs Zero by the arm and whips him into the corner, following it up with a quick Charging Corner High Knee to the chest. It hits with perfect connection, and FSX lifts Zero onto the top turnbuckle. He proceeds to hit the Unseen Future (Top Rope Swinging Neckbreaker, leaving Zero in a very vulnerable position. He climbs to the top rope, and leaps off with the Defiance of Death (Corkscrew Moonsault). He connects, and Zero looks completely down and out as FSX rolls him over and makes the cover:
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TWO…
THR-KICKOUT BY ZERO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 14:59:57 GMT -5
McNally: Zero kicks out! This match isn’t over yet!!
FSX looks at the referee, and then down on Zero. He shakes his head and picks Zero up, whipping him at the ropes. He takes Zero down with a Spinning Wheel Kick, and makes another cover:
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Kickout by Zero again
FSX is getting more angry by the minute, and it shows as he forces Zero to his feet. He again whips him at the ropes, but Zero puts the match in his favour with a leaping neckbreaker drop. Both men are reduced to the floor again, but this time it looks like Zero has gotten his second wind. He manages to climb to his feet, and slowly climbs to the second ropes. FSX joins him in getting to his feet, and clearly has the crowd on his back, albeit to no avail as Zero hits a Rolling Spear, knocking FSX back down to the ground. With Zero now full of energy again, he picks FSX up and whips him into the corner. He lifts FSX onto the top rope, turning him around so he’s seated and his back to the ring. Zero then leaps up, hitting The Plague (Inverted Frankensteiner), and FSX flies back into the ring, and looks pretty much down and out. Zero leaps off the turnbuckle and lifts FSX into a Canadian Backbreaker Rack, and some of the crowd know what’s about to happen.
McNally: Looks like Zero is going for The Crucifixion! Edison: if he hits this, it’s goodnight Fallen Souls!
FSX in unable to reverse it, and Zero plants the Crucifixion, spinning the Backbreaker Rack into an Ace Crusher. Fallen Souls is flat out on the floor, and Zero hooks the leg, and Reynolds makes the count:
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TWO…
Kickout by Fallen Souls!
McNally: He did it! He kicked out!
Zero’s eyes widen; he’s shocked that FSX was able to kick out. He picks FSX up and throws him at the ropes, but FSX knocks him down with a Running Chop Block. Zero gets up again and charges at FSX, but FSX takes him down with a Manhattan Drop. As Zero stumbles around the ring quite groggy, FSX then looks over to the ropes and smiles, and the crowd smile with him.
Edison: Frozen Motion! FSX is gonna win the match!
FSX leaps onto the bottom rope, springing onto the top rope and flinging himself into a Lionsault! The only problem is, Zero catches him in midair! FSX struggles around a bit, but Zero has him firmly in place, and the fans are silent as Zero prepares for the Zero Darkness.
McNally: It’s over! Once Zero hits this the match is done for! Edison: Hang on, FSX has got out of it! SOUL TRANSFER!
And like the duo commentate, FSX does indeed struggle out of the Zero Darkness, and plants Zero with his own finisher, the Soul Transfer (Death Valley Driver into Emerald Fusion). The ring shakes with such force, and FSX slumps on top of Zero, as the crowd counts with Reynolds:
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Philip: Here is your winner…AND THE WORLD TITLE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER…Fallen Souls!
”Beast of Blood” plays again, but it can hardly be heard as the crowd go nuts for FSX, whose arm is raised by Reynolds.
McNally: FSX has just secured his one-way ticket to the Main Event at Omega Effect! The lifelong dream! Four years without having won the big one, and he finally has his chance! Edison: This is incredible! This is insane! What a counter, Zero didn’t see it coming!
The look on FSX’s face says it all. He’s delighted, but more relieved, and it surely won’t set in until much later over the weekend that he will main event Omega Effect IV. He collapses to his feet – the two gave it their all for half an hour, which doesn’t sound much but it was an impressive feat. He rolls out the ring, with his arms proudly raised, as he walks up the ramp. An almost demented smile brushes over his face, pausing on top of the ramp and bowing to the Liverpool crowd, who again applaud and cheer him on. He then exits though the curtain with a distinctly unsteady step – it looks as though he may have sustained a concussion from his efforts, which is just starting to bite.
The music fades, and FSX has gone, and Zero is left in the ring. He’s on his knees, and looks like a broken man. All the time, all the effort, yet all for nothing. He won’t be going to Omega Effect, not in the Main Event anyways. He looks around the arena, before holding his hands in his head, and shaking his head. He looks up again, looking around, before getting to his feet and leaving in a dose of jeers and boos.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:03:18 GMT -5
Segment: I'm Losing Touch and it's Obvious (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras opened up to Adrian in his locker room, preparing for his upcoming match and lacing his boots up. Mickey Flamingo was inconspicuous by his absence, but Adrian seemed to pay it no mind. He was used to be alone because he never had friends, at least not real ones – just like-minded acquaintances who always came unannounced and left the same way. “Friends” simply came and went, just like partners. As Adrian wrapped up tying up his last boot, he looked up at the camera with a smirk.
Adrian Flamingo: So here we are again, BK London. You... me... thousands of fans in attendance and million watching from their television sets. One difference, though, this is the first time that unnecessary violence isn't only allowed... it's encouraged and I suppose we all have you to thank, right?Personally, I find this all really funny because you coudn't beat me in a straight up wrestling match... what in the world would possess you to think that you could win in a match where I'd be allowed to do pretty much anything I want? Were you overcome by your own ego? Maybe passing out from my Flamingo Clutch a few months ago killed a few too many of those brain cells of your's? Regardless, whatever the cause, I now have you in a position where I can end it all tonight. How exciting right? Nope... not now, not anymore. Truth be told, BK, destroying you tonight won't feel a thing different from how it did when I put you out almost a year ago. If I could compare it to anything... it was like when you were a kid and first found out what would happen if you poured salt on a slug.
Adrian giggled to himself for a second, before cuffing his hands and continuing. Some of the more fond memories of his childhood came up that used to horrify the family's maid. At a young age Adrian had learned enough Spanish to understand that she found his fascination with salting slugs could very well lead him down the same path as Ted Bundy or John Wayne Gacy... odd how things turn out, right?
Adrian Flamingo: That was a magical time in life, wasn't it? As you ran to your kitchen for a salt shaker, you felt like a god clutching onto the tiniest thing that could completely annihilate another living thing. So, you got your salt shaker, headed outside and looked for the fattest, nastiest looking slug you could... because if you're going to kill something, you want it to be grand... something you can brag about later. Once you find your slug, you slowly tilted the salt shaker so that just a few grains will fall out and hit the slug which caused it's eye stalks to draw back in it and you swore you saw it tense up. Immediately your eye lit up and a smile etched it's way onto your face as you titled the salt shaker more, causing more of the grains to hit the slug who was now secreting a greenish, yellow liquid to try to get the salt off. Although he would be successful in saving himself, you'd simply turn the shaker up more and restart the whole process. You watched in amazement as this living thing suffered, knowing the full time that if you were being turned inside out like he was... you'd probably scream. Soon, your fascination turned to revoltion and you dumped the rest of the salt on your victim to put him out of his misery.
Adrian's smile at this point was like a child's and his eyes lit up just like one. His wild, curly blond hair fell over his face completing the image of pure innocence and a broken mind.
Adrian Flamingo: A bit graphic and gross I know, but that's what I've been doing this entire time, BK. I'm simply pouring salt on my slug... you. Every time you secret your green mucus and gain a measure of revenge on me... I simply pour more salt on you. Tonight, you walk into this match with an undeserved feeling of confidence, but I'm going to tilt the shaker even more and drown you in salt. Tonight , BK, I finish what I star-
Adrian looked away from the camera as his locker room door opened and a still bandaged Mickey Flamingo calmly walked through the door in his street cloths. Mickey wasn't smiling, nor did he have any of his bags that he kept his ring clothes in. In fact, if he wasn't so heavily bandaged, Adrian wouldn't have mistaken his serious vibe as discomfort. Adrian stood up from the bench and walked over to Mickey's face.
Adrian Flamingo: You're late, Mickey.
Mickey Flamingo: I dun't work here anymore.
Adrian raised an eyebrow to Mickey and placed his hands on his hips.
Adrian Flamingo: Is that right?
Mickey Flamingo: Yeah, I jest came out of Gingadude's office and...
Adrian Flamingo: Did that son of a bitch fire you? I swear to god I'm going to rip off that man's limey ball sack!
Mickey gently placed both his hands on Adrian's shoulders.
Mickey Flamingo: No, Addie, I went to his office and asked for my release.
Adrian's anger with Gingerdude was very quickly replaced by anger towards his uncle as he shoved Mickey off of him and into a cement wall.
Adrian Flamingo: You stupid redneck! Why the hell would you do that?!
Mickey Flamingo: I simply took yer advice, Addie! Yew told me ta rethink my role in AC-dubya and the truth is I dun't serve one anymore! Yew don't need me, yew've told me a dozen times that I jest mess things up! So, I'm gittin' out'cher way so that yew can git things done without ol' Mickey messin' em up! Besides, I'm too old to get beaten up like this anymore, I ain't like yew boy, I can't jest bounce back!
Adrian Flamingo: You know what, Mickey, you're absolutely right! You are worthless, you've always been worthless... get the hell out of my building before I have security throw your inbred ass out! You don't work here anymore, you have no right to be back here!
Mickey sadly looked at his nephew and feigned a smirk to him before turning to the door.
Mickey Flamingo: Addie... thanks for lettin' me live out my dreams. Yer still a good kid, whether you wanna admit it or not. Yer daddy did a hell of a job raisin' yew boy... yew turned out alrite in my book. When all of this is over, I'll see yew on the beaches of California and we can talk all about the times yew let a broken down ol' man live out his dream of bein' a wrasslin' superstar. I love yew, boy... give that no-good dawg BK hell tonite.
Adrian said or did nothing but keep his glare fixed on the back of his uncle's head until he finally opened the door and stepped out. As the door closed, Adrian kicked over a bench before punching a closed locker door with all that he could muster. He left a nice impression of his fist in the blue metal door and his hand quickly turned pink from the blow, but Adrian didn't care. With that, another person who quickly walked into his life suddenly made their exit. First Mr. Jones, then Dr. Starkweather, and now his uncle, “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo. Adrian was alone against the world once again.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:04:22 GMT -5
Segment: Fine Print (Credit: FSX)
About 10 minutes after the end of the previous match….
Just to take a breath and wonder where you are, or what had just happened. How things could have possibly worked out in such a way, without truly knowing just how they had worked out. How the world was so black, but a ray of light constantly attempted to stab through and give you the answers that you desperately were in search of. Did you accomplish all that you had set out too? Did you complete the tasks that you had struggled with so valiantly? Or had you simply failed, and were destined to live in the shadows as deep regret and sadness overcame you? Being unaware might just be the hardest part of all, but as Fallen wobbled slowly into the backstage area it might give off the impression that the hardest thing for him to do at the moment was walk without falling on his face. Hesitating with each step before nearly falling over himself as he took another one, he clutched and leaned against the wall as he panted quite a bit. What was happening...where was he?
FSX: Ugh...did my match start yet?
Flinching a bit as he convulsed just slightly, he grabbed at the sides of his head and blinked quite hard over and over. The sight might be hard to witness if your a huge fan of the man, but otherwise it was almost comical as he seemed to be dealing with some sort of concussion.
FSX: Say...where is everybody? There's an event going on, you know! Big time action...Spring into Hell! What's not to like, right? Riiiiight..? Guys?
Fumbling around a bit as he fell away from the wall slightly, he looked around dazed for another moment before slowly slumping down to the ground and letting out an unpleasant groan. He was beginning to come to an understanding that his match had already come and gone, though not for the devil could he place his finger on what had actually occurred in it. Did he win and allow his dreams to strive forth, to Main Event the show that he has dreamed about for years? Or had he lost...and was his soul so crushed that he chose to forget the event had ever happened. Given his current inebriated state, one could only guess it was unfortunately the latter..
FSX: Oh no...I failed, right? I lost to the man? Damn damn damn..I thought I could of won...I tried really hard, you know? Gave it all my effort and my effort gave it all of itself. I don't know...I guess I failed all of the people again! I suck so much.
Blubbering and mumbling to himself as he seemed to show such a remorse for an event that he could only assume had just occurred, gripping at his hair as he almost appears to curl up into a ball for a moment, before simply leaning over and down to the floor. He was ruined, and he had failed all of those that he tried so very hard to do his best for. It was all over...or at least that was what he believed at the moment. Shaking his head in new found depression, he paid no mind as Ginger marched up to him with a look of clear blind fury.
Ginger: What the hell do you think I'm doing now!? This is the most pitiful celebration that I ever did see! After all of your whining for the chance all you can do now is cry? It's a disgrace!
FSX: Wha...? What do you want? To rub my face in my blatant failure and miserable defeat?
Ginger: What are you talking about? Are you going to make me say it? Is that the point to this little display?! That's just not going to happen Fallen, and you should damn well know I wouldn't sink so low as to praise you after all of this. You got lucky, and that's the end of that.
Wait a second...as his eyes suddenly lit up at what he heard, Fallen couldn't stop but raise his head and have a good look around at all it was he was hearing. If he understood it right, Ginger was telling him that he had...won..? No, that was impossible! He was so sure that he'd lost...after all...why else would he forget such a wonderful feeling? Probably something to do with that concussion.
FSX: Got...lucky? Wait wait...what do you mean? I won...?
Ginger: I told you that I wasn't going to say it, and I have no intent of changing my mind about it now! Congratulations, you stole a match. Good for you. I don't even care anymore...the event can still survive and succeed even if half of the Main Event has to be a pathetic sad sack such as yourself. I can deal with it.
FSX: Really...? Seriously, I actually won?! Wooooah
Suddenly leaping up and raising his arms in victory, Fallen seemed to be in utter shock of what he was realizing! He'd actually won the match that he wanted to so desperately! He'd redeemed himself and earned the opportunity that he so frantically had battled for! Everything had finally worked out...IN HIS FAVOR! Nearly falling onto Ginger as he continued to dance around in gleeful celebration, it was clear that this wasn't what the Chairman had showed up for...
Ginger: Enough! Now you have to be aware that your victory means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things! You'll lose at Omega Effect, and you will be only remembered as a member of the worst Main Event in the history of this company. That will be it, and it will be nothing more. In fact, I've made damn sure of that.
FSX: I have to go and tell everybody! I can't believe I won! This is the best day ever! I'm going to Omega Effect, and you can't stop me!! I'm the best!! Yay!
Ginger: Shut up for a second and lis--
FSX: Taylor! I've gotta rub it in his face, he'll never be able to live this down! I'm going to be a Main Eventer before him! That'll teach him a lesson about his damn ego! I'm the greatest of all time! No one will stop me now, because I'm not about to let them! I'm the next World Champion...ME!
Ginger: Hold on a damn second, I have something to tell you and you’re going to listen!
Stopping in his run as he heard such an angry snarl from the Chairman, Fallen could only gaze back to him bleakly and ponder just what could possibly be so important to delay his celebration? It wasn't as if Ginger was about to reward him with gifts and praises for proving him wrong after all, right? Then again...it was a crazy night! Maybe that's what he intended after all! Stopping for a moment and turning back to face him, he could only grin like an idiot and fidget impatiently for this to be over with.
FSX: What is it?! Hurry up, I've got to go and celebrate like no man has ever celebrated before! How's that you may wonder? Like an insane drunken happy person! Well...you know...thinking about it, alot of people celebrate like that...Oh well!
Ginger: Fine, you can live it up tonight all you like...but just tonight. Because that contract that you signed will be the very end of your career, and I guarantee that. Should you lose your match at Omega Effect and fail at capturing the World Title from WHOMEVER may hold it at the time, you will be forced to retire. There won't be any questions, and there will be no review. If you don't leave that show miraculously as the new world champion, you will NEVER be in another match. There will be absolutely NO exceptions to this. You understand?
FSX: ...Yeah...
Ginger: Good. Now let that sink in for awhile, because you do have the option to just give up the shot entirely and keep your job. Give it some thought, Fallen. It's a good idea...It's your only choice.
Lowering his head for a moment and simply staring to the ground as he thought of all that was said a moment earlier, he only peeked up after a few moments to watch as Ginger walked away with a jump in his step. Did he actually think that he had dampened the spirit of FSX? That's more impossible then anyone could possibly know! He'd just won the biggest match of his career to date, and an even bigger one was just around the corner! Nothing was gonna bring him down now, and he did believe it would be ABSOLUTELY nothing!
FSX: ....I can't believe I actually won! No threat is going to stop me at this point, and I'm never going to give up my chance! This is my one last opportunity to shine in the brightest light there ever was, and I'm going to do everything in my power to succeed and do so!
Seemingly unfazed by the things that Ginger had said to him just a moment earlier, Fallen could only smile quite brightly and show himself as a ray of sunshine to the world! Nothing was about to come up and bite him on the ass about this! Well...at the moment anyway! He could care less about the risk that he had to take in order to earn his reward, as there was no way he would lose this match! He'd trained his entire career for it, and failure simply wasn't an option! But would Sarin or Aiden be so likely to agree with this? They won't just lay down and be pinned after all! Fallen has managed to barely overcome the odds so far, but can he once more? That's yet to be seen...but maybe...just maybe…
Do you believe in miracles?
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:07:02 GMT -5
Match 9: Russian Chain Match BK London vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: BK) Phillip: This following match is a Russian Chain Match... This announcement incites a rather large amount of cheers from the crowd. This is one of the contests that they've been anticipating all night. It's sure to be an absolutely brutal contest, and the blood thirsty Liverpool fans can't wait for this match to get underway.HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYNThe opening acapella gets even more cheers than the announcement of the match as the fans anticipate BK London's arrival.[/i] Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 243 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, BK London! "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z continues to play throughout the arena and the crowd continues to go bananas for the former ACW Champion. BK London steps through the curtain and onto the Spring into Hell theme Alphatron Stage, where he surveys the thousands of fans in attendance before heading down to the ring. The lights continue to flash different colors as BK London makes his way down the ramp, and he's holding that very chain he took from Adrian Flamingo last Monday on Warfare.Edison: There’s that chain he nearly killed Mickey Flamingo with.
McNally: That chain is going to cause some serious punishment in this match tonight. Ladies and Gentlemen, if you have not witnessed a Russian Chain Match – you are in for something brutal.
Edison: It might be a good idea to put the young ones to sleep before this contest starts. He stops at the bottom of the stage and looks at the chain in his hands before now throwing it over his shoulder and rolling into the ring. BK ascends to the middle turnbuckle where he poses with the chain draped over his shoulders, and he acknowledges his fans in the audience tonight.
BK hops off the middle turnbuckle and now awaits his opponent to come down to the ring. Within moments, "In Heaven" by the Pixies blasts through the speakers and the crowd immediately plunges into boos for their disapproval of the next man.Phillip: And his opponent, weighing in at 199lbs, now residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Adrian Flamingo! Very slowly, the antagonist in this storied rivalry appears at the top of the stage and he doesn't quickly make a b-line for the ring. But he stares for a few moments at BK London, who holds his chain in hand. A grimacing expression grows on the face of Adrian Flamingo, and he can't wait to get his hands on BK London, but BK seems to be a little less patient than his counterpart.
BK drops the chain in the center of the ring before racing out like a mad man. Sprinting up the ramp, he meets Flamingo before he can even reach the ring and the two begin going at it to the delight of the fans.McNally: BK London is wasting absolutely no time getting his hands on Flamingo tonight. This fight has already started and neither man has got the chain attached to them as of yet.
Edison: We anticipated this to be a fight, and this is exactly what BK London’s giving to us.An earth shattering right hand connects to the jaw of Flamingo, and Flamingo returns the favor with an equally aggressive haymaker to the jaw. The two exchange lighting quickly blows midway down the ramp, but BK breaks up the flurry with a huge knee to the abdomen. Multiple knees to the abdomen of Flamingo follows, and BK sends the EOTR ’07 competitor rolling down the ramp with a right hand to the temple. BK isn't too far behind Flamingo and now picks him up before throwing him back first into the steel steps to a large pop from the crowd.Edison: BK London is absolutely DOMINATING and the match hasn’t even officially started.
McNally: At some point, he’s going to have to attach the chain onto himself and Flamingo to start this match.Absolutely no wasted motion on the half of BK London as he picks up Flamingo and tosses him into the ring before sliding in himself.[/color] Slowly, the Venice Beach native begins to rise to his feet, and as BK approaches him - he jams his thumb into the former World Champion's eye. With BK London temporarily blinded, Flamingo gets the opportunity to capitalize. The 200 pounder runs off the ropes, hoping to connect with one of his more impactful maneuvers, but he's derailed with a massive boot to the face.[/i] McNally: JESUS!
Edison: I think I saw a few tooth fly out after that kick. BK London is continuing to dominate this match; this could end earlier than we thought McNally.The fans go absolutely wild and BK now begins to get his vision back and eyes the steel chain in the corner of the ring. Attaching one side of a the steel chain to his left wrist, and the other side to Flamingo's left - this match has officially started.McNally: FINALLY! This match is officially underway.
Edison: BK London’s got some mean intentions with that chain Max, Flamingo better watch out.The match begins after such an intense beat down, and BK London isn't finished with Flamingo just as yet. He takes the chain and wraps it around the neck of his opponent, and proceeds to toss him across the ring like a sack of potatoes. Flamingo’s back collides with the canvas, but BK London keeps the chain still wrapped tightly around Flamingo’s neck. Flamingo is picked up against his will once again, and is tossed to the other side of the ring, and the crowd couldn’t be any more delighted at this surprising turn of events. BK London couldn't look any more dominant early into this match, and it appears he's going for the early win as he tags one of the turnbuckles. BK London: 1 Adrian Flamingo: 0 Edison: BK London makes the first attempt to finish up this match.
McNally: And after such a start, it could very well be the ONLY attempt.He walks down the ropes and tags the second turnbuckle. BK London: 2 Adrian Flamingo: 0 [/b] Edison: He’s halfway to victory here McNally. Could he do it?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:07:36 GMT -5
BK heads towards the third turnbuckle, hoping to get to it across the ring, but Flamingo rolls towards the ropes and wraps his legs around the bottom rope. A smart idea indeed, as the chain isn't long enough for BK to reach the third turnbuckle. BK hopes to pull Adrian Flamingo loose from the ropes, but Flamingo's vice grip on the ropes is too strong. He reaches out far, extending his arm as much as he can, but he's still too far from the ropes. With no other choice, he brings an end to the struggle and advances towards Adrian. As BK gets within inches of Flamingo, the crafty wrestler grabs the tights of the ACW veteran and launches him through the middle rope to the outside of the ring - the lights are waved off.
Edison: He absolutely suckered in him there Max. Just another reason why Flamingo’s one of the best in the game so far.
McNally: Not only that, but he manages to stop BK London from tagging the other two turnbuckles, which means that BK London has to start all over again.
Flamingo takes a few moments to catch his breath, before picking himself up and exiting through the middle rope as well. Flamingo grabs BK London and smashes his head onto the hard apron of the ring. BK stumbles backwards into the announce table of Edison and McNally, and now Flamingo grabs BK's head and smashes it into that.
Edison: The action’s getting a little rowdy over here, don’t you think McNally?
McNally: You thinking what I’m thinking?
Edison: Run like the wind?
McNally: Oh yeah.
Fearing the possibility that the action could get too crazy by the announce tables, both Edison and McNally prepare to flee their positions. The grand slam champion slowly picks himself up from the mat as Adrian simply stares at him from a few feet away. London is barely up to two feet when Flamingo rushes towards him for an offensive maneuver. However, with quick thinking, BK manages to deliver a huge back body drop to Flamingo on the thin padded mat on the outside.
Edison: OUCH!
McNally: A backbody drop on the ground below. I don’t have to tell you how thin this padding on the outside is, you can just tell just from the expression on Flamingo’s face.
The camera gets a close up on Flamingo's face, which tells the story of how much pain he is in currently. BK London rolls back into the ring and rolls back out on the adjacent side, a bit of an unorthodox maneuver. With Flamingo slowly rising up, BK London just lies in wait for the perfect opportunity, like a jaguar in the wild. Once Flamingo returns to a vertical base, BK London jerks the chain forward and launches Adrian Flamingo face first into the ring post. This gets a nice pop from the fans in the audience, but BK loves his moment the most.
Edison: Quite an innovative maneuver on the half of BK London.
McNally: That’s why he too is one of the best in the game.
A smile grows across his face - but in that split second - he finds himself jerked forward instantly into the ring post by Adrian Flamingo. BK lands shoulder first on the ring post, and he screams out in pain as a brief smile appears on Adrian's face.
McNally: And just like THAT the tide has changed in this match.
That smile is knocked right off once BK pulls Adrian Flamingo towards the turnbuckle again - but luckily Adrian stops himself from hitting it with his free hand, a smart move indeed.
But Adrian Flamingo doesn't avoid pain for too long, as seconds later a huge boot connect with his face - knocking him over on his ass again. The crowd pops and BK London rolls back into the ring.
Knowing full well he can't touch all four turnbuckles with Adrian still on the outside, he uses the top rope as a pulley. Resting the chain links on the top rope, he pulls himself backwards which forces Adrian Flamingo to get up. Adrian is forced to climb up on the apron, and once he does - BK looks to suplex him into the ring.. BK's plan however does not come to fruition as Adrian manages to slip over his shoulder and lands behind him. In one swift motion, Flamingo scores with a shot with the rail road spike to the back of the head of the former World Champion. BK London's body immediately goes limp and he falls through the ropes and out to the rin gbelow. Using BK London’s own strategy, Flamingo uses the chain as a pulley to pull BK London back into the ring with assist from the top rope. BK manages to grab a nearby steel chair as he inches closer and closer towards the ring. However, BK loses his grip of the hair and drops it on the outside as he is pulled onto the apron. The sadistic Adrian Flamingo wraps the chain around the neck of BK London, and kicks his legs from beneath him. Slipping off the apron, BK London hangs off the apron by his neck, finding it very hard to breathe.
Edison: He’s hanging him!
McNally: The FCC isn’t going to like this image one bit!
Edison: I don’t think the NAACP will either.
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