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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:08:26 GMT -5
Flamingo smiles and the crowd boos in disapproval for the maniac, who eventually pulls BK back onto the apron.. A suplex from the outside of the ring to inside immobilizes the Triple Crown champion for a moment. A follow up with the Flamingo Splash throws a little more salt in his wounds. Perhaps the most sadistic of all the maneuvers though is the submission Flamingo uses for this occasion. Rolling BK on his stomach and trapping his arm through his legs, he wraps the chain around the former ACW Champion’s throat and pulls back – a modified Crossface. BK London taps out, but submissions don’t determine the result of this match, so he’s left tapping until he eventually passes out in the center of the ring. BK London: 0 Adrian Flamingo: 1 After tagging one turnbuckle, he walks down the ropes in a quite confident manner and tags the second one. BK London: 0 Adrian Flamingo: 2 He makes his way down to the other corner and grabs the third turnbuckle, with a 3-0 lead in this match thus far. BK London: 0 Adrian Flamingo: 3 Edison: Flamingo’s almost there! He can feel it!McNally: I think he’s actually about to win this match, he’s so close.[/b] Flamingo looks to make it four in a row, but BK London manages to regain some consciousness, enough to understand what’s going on in the ring. As Flamingo reaches to touch his fourth turnbuckle, BK London rolls to the opposite side of the ring and grabs onto the ropes with one of his arms – while at the same time slowly climbing to his feet. Flamingo's so close from winning this match, and he attempts to pull BK London away from the ropes so he could achieve victory - but it's no use. The pissed Philadelphia resider now approaches BK London from the other side of the ring, but he's in for quite a surprise. THWACK!McNally: SHADES OF MICHAELS!
Edison: ABSOLUTELY OUT OF NOWHERE!A Shades of Michaels connects to the jaw of Adrian Flamingo, knocking him down to the ground and BK London collapses right beside him. The lights are waved off, both men are down are back to square 1. After about 5 seconds, BK London starts to pull himself back up to his feet using the ropes while Adrian Flamingo is showing some signs of life in the middle of the ring. London is the first to get to his feet and he now pulls Adrian Flamingo towards him before decking him in the face. Flamingo would usually fall back, but BK London has a good grip on the chain links, and it leaves him in the vertical position as BK London continues to tee off on him. Flamingo now stands groggily on his own, and BK London winds up and scores with a right hand to the jaw that sends Flamingo on his back. With Flamingo down and out, BK London now makes his way towards the first turnbuckle and tags it. The cheers from the fans begin to grow as he now makes his way down to the second turnbuckle. BK London: 1 Adrian Flamingo: 0 [/b] BK London reaches the second turnbuckle. BK London: 2 Adrian Flamingo: 0 [/b] At this point, Flamingo manages to turn his head to see BK London heading down the ring to his third turnbuckle, and he knows he has absolutely no strength left currently to have a tug of war match with BK London. Thinking quickly on his feet, he rolls over towards the ropes and under the bottom rope to the outside. Edison: Another smart way to stop BK London’s momentum, Flamingo’s really shining in this match.
McNally: Looks like BK London’s going to have to find another opportunity to finish this match off.While this was a smart move on the half of Flamingo, the crowd still doesn't show him any love and continues to boo the mess out of him. BK London is unable to reach the third turnbuckle, and knows full well he won't be able to reach the fourth if Adrian Flamingo is outside the ring. BK London approaches the ropes to pull Flamingo into the ring, but as he sticks his head outside the ring - he meets a cruel fate. CRACK!Edison: OH MY GOD!
McNally: BK London didn’t see that one coming at all! It sounded like a gunshot here in Liverpool.The sickening chair shot floors BK London, dropping him backwards onto the canvas and the magnitude of boos only grows for Flamingo. A smile grows over the face of Flamingo, who takes a few seconds to catch his breath before re-entering the ring with the steel chair in hand. He slowly makes his way towards his feet, and awaits BK London to rise to his feet while holding the chair in hand. The fans all attempt to warn BK London of the upcoming chairshot, but their warnings are blocked out by the loud ringing in his ears. He manages to get back to his feet, and once he turns around he's leveled with another sick chairshot. London drops to the canvas with loud thud, and Flamingo stands over him and surveys the fans in the arena. As he looks around, he looks at each and every member of the crowd who are booing and jeering him, and he smiles. He seems to be feeding off the lack of support from the crowd, with the goal to prove each and every one of them wrong, send every kid home heartbroken. He drops the chair down beside him, and instead of making his way towards the corner, he drags BK London by his wrist and rests him on the bottom turnbuckle in the corner. The more casual ACW fans can predict what's about to occur next, but they don't predict the level of brutality Flamingo's about to take it up to. After a few stiff blows to the jaw, Flamingo walks back towards the center of the ring and grabs the steel chair before making his way back to BK London. He rests the chair on the face of BK London before backing up and slapping his knee. The young viewers in the audience turn their heads into their mother's stomach, not being able to watch this next horrific maneuver. Once Flamingo reaches as far as the chain can go, he mouths something that is inaudible to the fans at home, and runs forward at full speed. It looks like the ADH Knee into the steel chair is going to introduce BK London into a whole new world of pain, but in an unexpected twist BK launches the chair into the face of Flamingo. Edison: What a counter!
McNally: BK London was the one who suckered in Flamingo now, this is one hell of a back and forth match Edison.The chair strikes Flamingo in the face, sending him back a foot or two, but he quickly regains his equilibrium. As he looks towards the corner, he sees BK London coming at him full speed and he has absolutely no time to react. An Edge like spear impales the one formerly known as the Astonishing One, and the crowd shoots up in support. BK London rolls over beside Flamingo and lies next to him for a few moments before kipping up to his feet- HBK style. He heads over to the corner, and with an ode to one of his inspirations – Shawn Michaels – he begins to tune up the bad. STOMP. . STOMP. . STOMP. . STOMP. STOMP. STOMPSTOMPSTOMPSTOMPAnd the crowd is now stomping in unison with the former ACW heavyweight Champion, and Flamingo is slowly climbing to his feet. Flamingo finally turns around and BK London attempts to score with the Shades of Michaels, but Flamingo manages to side step it. The Brooklyn native turns around and is met with a huge kick to the abdomen and now Flamingo looks for a DDT like maneuver, but BK wrenches the arm to counter it. A kick to the gut and a front facelock later, BK looks for The Revolver – but once again Flamingo has it perfectly scouted and he Northern Light Suplexes BK over the top rope. BK keeps a tight hold on the head of Flamingo and manages to bring him over the top rope too, and both take a nasty spill to the outside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:08:54 GMT -5
However, both men are up shortly and BK London decks Flamingo and sends him staggering towards the apron. Flamingo retaliates with a right hand of his own and sits up onto the apron, but BK approaches him and grabs his legs to attempt to pull him off. Flamingo however uses his legs and kicks BK London back first into the barricade. Flamingo stands up on the apron and reels BK in, by pulling his chain and bringing him back towards him. BK climbs onto the apron right beside Flamingo, and now Flamingo begins to climb to the top rope before climbing back down on the other side. Both men are on adjacent aprons, and Flamingo jerks the chain forward – hoping to send BK head first into the ringpost – but London gets his foot up and blocks it. BK pulls Flamingo towards him, and attempts to ram his head into the ringpost but Flamingo stops himself as well. A right hand catches Flamingo in the eye, and now BK London begins to ascend to the middle turnbuckle from the apron and he drags Flamingo up too. A few more punches to the jaw follow and Flamingo looks to be falling off the top rope – but he grabs onto the chain for leverage and nearly brings BK down with him. BK pulls Flamingo back towards him and continues punching him in the jaw, but Flamingo breaks up the flurry with a swift punch to the abdomen. Now BK London begins to reel, but he too holds onto the chain for leverage. Flamingo pulls BK London back towards him, and now coldcocks him with the railroad spike in the center of the chain. BK is on dream street right now and Flamingo looks behind him and sees the announce table. He looks back at BK and decks him a few more times before wrapping the chain around his neck. McNally: He not gonna…
Edison: I think he’s gonna…
McNally: He’s not that cold…
Edison: I think he is, DAAAAAAAAAAAAA---AAAAAAAAH I’M GETTING THE HELL OUT OF HERE!Flamingo ascends up to the middle turnbuckle and now hooks BK’s arm over his shoulder. In one of the more awe-inspiring moves of the night, Flamingo toss/suplexes BK London nearly 14 feet from the top rope down to the announce table below, and goes down with him. The table nearly explodes from that breath taking maneuver and neither man is moving after this. “HO-LY SHIT”
“HO-LY SHIT”
“HO-LY SHIT”
“HO-LY SHIT”
“HO-LY SHIT”[/i] The chant lasts for a few more moments and now referee Keiji Makabe checks on the two wrestlers, and it appears Flamingo is showing some signs of life, but BK London appears to be knocked out cold. Makabe throws up the infamous “X”, and within seconds Dr. Makabe races down to the ring with a stretcher not too far behind him. Edison: BK London is absolutely motionless…
McNally: He fell from who knows how high down through the announce table. There’s no way he can recover from that. No way.They flash a tiny flashlight into the eyes of BK London, and it doesn’t seem to be responding too well to the light. They lower the stretcher down and unlock the shackle around BK’s arm before strapping him into the stretcher. The fans are not too happy with their match ending like this, and neither is another man. Edison: It’s sad we had to see this great, great match end this way.
McNally: Adrian Flamingo pulled one of the most dangerous maneuvers I’ve seen in, in my entire announcing career. Who knows when BK London’s going to recover from this?Adrian Flamingo finally makes his way to his feet and he staggers over onto the apron and looks at what’s going on. He sees BK London being rolled up the ramp, and you can see the rage building in his eyes. Cutting through the ring, he manages to meet the EMTs halfway up the ramp and grabs one by his collar and tosses him aside. He decks another and pushes another off the ramp before grabbing the stretcher with BK London on it, and directing it back towards the ring. McNally: Let go of him! Come on!
Edison: I don’t even condone this, the man’s had a concussion, let him be Flamingo!As they reach ringside, Flamingo takes the chain and attaches it back to BK London and himself. He unstraps his foe and says a few words to him. Adrian Flamingo: I’m going to beat you at your own game BK London. AT YOUR OWN GAME! With that, Flamingo tosses BK London back into the ring, and receives humungous heat from the fans in the arena. He wraps the chain around the neck of BK London, and hangs him over his shoulder in a hangman’s neckbreaker before walking over towards the turnbuckle. Flamingo tags the first turnbuckle, and BK London can hardly breathe, but he manages to tag the first turnbuckle as well. BK London: 1 Adrian Flamingo: 1 Flamingo walks across the ring and tags the 2nd turnbuckle, and he’s still totally oblivious that BK London is tags the 2nd turnbuckle right behind him. BK London: 2 Adrian Flamingo: 2 Edison: I don’t think Flamingo realizes that BK London is tagging each and every turnbuckle he tags.McNally: He must be under the assumption that BK London is out cold.[/b] Flamingo walks across and tags the third turnbuckle, and he can feel the end near, and BK London tags the third turnbuckle as well. BK London: 3 Adrian Flamingo: 3 We’re 3 for 3 here, and the next turnbuckle wins it. BK London knows that Flamingo will no doubt touch it first, so he begins to struggle his way out of it to the support of the crowd and surprise of Flamingo. BK manages to slip off his shoulder, and frees himself from the constricting chain, and positions himself across the ring. It’s a tug of war at the moment, and Flamingo now pulls and attempts to reach the fourth turnbuckle but he’s still too far from even getting a finger tip on it. He continues to tug and BK London tugs for his life as well. The fans are completely chanting BK London, and he tries his best to hold off Flamingo for a few moments longer. No one knows where BK London is getting the strength to hold off Flamingo after that large drop, but he’s proving why he’s one of the best wrestlers in ACW today by doing so. The sweat begins to make its way to the palms of BK London, and the chain begins to slide through his hands. Flamingo can feel himself about to touch the ropes, but BK pulls in a few more chain links to prevent this from happening. Finally after about 30 seconds, the sweat manages to be BK London’s downfall again and he releases the chain in hand. With the resistance of BK London gone, Flamingo falls back from his force that was pulling – but he doesn’t land on the turnbuckle, but instead flat on his ass. It’s BK London who’s launched forward by his wrist, and as he falls forward onto Flamingo, he reaches his arm out and manages to tag the fourth and final turnbuckle. The crowd goes absolutely bananas and the bell rings for the end of the match. *The Bell rings* Phillip: And the winner of this match, BK London! Edison: HE DID IT! HE DID IT!
McNally: BK London managed to do the impossible and come back after what we just saw moments ago.”Hello Brooklyn” by Jay-Z continues to sound through the ACW speakers, and the fans are absolutely ecstatic at BK London’s out of nowhere win this match. BK London rolls to the outside, and lies on the mat below as he looks up at the lights in the arena. Referee’s and EMTs rush ringside to attend to him, and they pick his nearly motionless body up. A huge smile is on the face of the former ACW Champion while a completely opposite expression is on the face of the man in the ring.
Adrian Flamingo is on his knees in the center of the ring, contemplating to himself, how could this happen? How could he lose after what he did to BK London not more than 10 minutes ago? How could it all have gone down that way? As he looks up, he sees BK London being helped up the ramp to the top of the stage where BK asks to be turned around so he can look at Flamingo. He smiles again at Flamingo, before they take him to the back, and this absolutely infuriates the former ACW Champion.
Tick.
Tick.
Boom.
The ticking time bomb explodes in the ring, and he now begins to tear off the turnbuckle pads and kick the steel steps far down to the other side of the ring. An innocent camera man who gets in his way is knocked out with one blow, and Flamingo then proceeds to grab the camera and aggressively hurl to the floor. Breathing hard, he rolls back into the ring and stares at the crowd around him, who’s laughing at his misfortune. Who’s booing him for being, well, Adrian Flamingo In one of the worst nights in his ACW career, Adrian Flamingo disappears to the back, knowing that he isn’t finished with BK London – not yet.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:10:11 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to the Greatest Show on Earth (Credit: AK)
Spring into Hell is almost over; out in the arena, the crowd is anxiously awaiting the final and most important match of the evening. Backstage, another person is also waiting; and though their exterior would not indicate as such, they too are feeling a little apprehensive.
A very blonde, very blue-eyed young man is sitting on a hard plastic chair, inside what passes for the Chairman’s office here in Liverpool. He has spent the afternoon and most of the evening being shunted from pillar to post, constantly being promised that his appointment will be honoured once “a slight situation” has been dealt with. Having seen large parts of the PPV displayed on TVs dotted around the arena, he is rapidly concluding that such “situations” represent normal conditions in ACW.
He glances around the rather bare space, trying to recall what the actual Chairman’s office looks like back at the ACW arena. He imagines photographs, awards, press cuttings… one day, he hopes, he might just feature in one or more of those pictures. But he is, if nothing else, a realist, and there is a long journey still ahead of him in development training before he can start thinking of the more glamorous side of the business.
He is replaying parts of his assessment session down at the Dwight Gym in his mind, frowning at the little errors and mistakes and making a personal list to work on, when the door abruptly opens. His pulse quickens just a fraction as Gingerdude walks in, and he immediately stands up respectfully; Ginger looks quite tired, a combination of a stressful show and an even more stressful time with his family. But he still looks pleased by the young man’s gesture, and indicates for him to sit.
Ginger: Right, then. Mr… Virtanen. Kelavi Virtanen, yes? Have I pronounced that correctly?
Young Man: Yes, sir. Most people call me “Kai”, if you would find that simpler.
Ginger smiles, a tad wearily.
Ginger: Kai it is, then. I’m sorry for having to keep you all this time, but this is simply the way things are around here on show days. I have, however, spoken with Tim a short time ago, and gone over the report he sent in a couple of days back. Solid, I think was the word he used most. You’ll be pleased to hear that he felt your skills were well above average for the amount of time you’ve been training.
Kai nods. His mouth feels dry, but his direct nature asserts itself.
Kai: That is good to know. So… are you able to offer me a developmental contract?
Ginger hesitates for a fraction of a second.
Ginger: No.
The only outward sign of Kai’s reaction to this is a tiny flexing of his eyebrows. Inwardly, his heart sinks; obviously he is not ready, although he had genuinely felt that he was after numerous “false dawns”. He inclines his head again.
Kai: …I understand. Thankyou for your time.
He shifts back in his chair to stand, but Ginger is reaching under his desk for something, and gestures downward.
Ginger: Please, remain seated. I haven’t finished.
As Ginger brings his hand up, Kai sees with considerable surprise that the Chairman is holding a very familiar object; a title belt. The International Title belt, in fact. He places it on the table, and clasps his hands together.
Ginger: I was informed less than an hour ago that one of our brightest up-and-coming talents has resigned from the federation. These things do happen from time to time… for me, it is a major problem, but for you it represents a major opportunity.
He looks Kai in the eyes, and Kai gazes back at him, steadily.
Ginger: I need to maintain the depth of talent on the roster, and at present my options for doing that are limited. You should be aware that in almost all cases I would be extremely loathe to allow someone with almost no match experience into the ranks; all of our “newcomers” usually have extensive CVs from the Indies and smaller promotions. But I am also conscious of the unique references which were provided to me on your behalf.
Ginger reaches to one side of the desk, and picks up a document and a pen. He turns the document around so that Kai can read the front page.
Ginger: Because of your background and the circumstances I find myself in, I am prepared to offer you a full ACW contract. It is on the table now, and now only; if you choose not to sign, you will have to re-apply to the developmental board at the next round of admissions.
Kai picks up the document, and scans over the key points. It is much as he had anticipated. He frowns slightly; his cautious side would much prefer to take the time to read it in full… but sometimes, principles have to be modified for a singular gain. Without further hesitation, he takes the pen and signs his name, with a little flourish at the end. Ginger nods, and smiles.
Ginger: Welcome to Alpha Championship Wrestling, Mr. Virtanen.
He takes the contract back, and adds his own signature on behalf of the board. He picks up the telephone on the desk to call his secretary, but she enters the room of her own accord at that moment.
Secretary: Mr. Chairman, I’m sorry, but that caller is on the line again. He’s insisting that he lives nearby and that the noise from the event is excessive and is disrupting his evening.
Ginger: Oh, Christ. What did you say his name was? Damien? Deshaun?-
Secretary: I think it was “Danny”, sir-
Ginger: Whatever, I’ll soon sort this out. I’ll take it outside. Would you please take a copy of this document and give it to Mr. Virtanen? Oh, and get him the security forms too. Kai, I hope you’re all packed and ready to go, I need you out in Iraq on Thursday. Best of luck…. Now, then, this Denzel chap….
Ginger hustles out of the office, leaving Kai for once at a loss for words. Iraq? Thursday?
Kai: ……………Bloody hell.
Where did that come from? In his Finnish accent, it sounds wrong… and yet kind of right too, and he knows why. A rare hint of a smile crosses his face, and he stands up and stretches.
The adventure is off to a most interesting start…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:10:48 GMT -5
Match 10: ACW Championship: Leather and Lace III Aiden Joseph(c) vs. Sarin Rossi (Credit: AJ) ..::SPRING INTO HELL::.. LEATHER & LACE 3: AIDEN JOSEPH VS. SARIN ROSSI ..::2008::..
WARNING: This match contains graphic and explicit descriptions of a sexual nature. If you prefer not to read this material, please skip to the end.
Time limit: None Referee: Raymond Allen Fleming
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by the KY Jelly! - Because everything in life is better when slippery. *-
Sarin Age: 22 Height: 5'7" Weight: 122 lbs. Hometown: Paris, France
Aiden Joseph [C] Age: 30 Height: 6'3" Weight: 240 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California Four famous guitar chords strum out in rapid succession as Franz Ferdinand's hit song "Take Me Out" fills the arena to tumultuous cheers. Sarin strides out onto the entryway, pausing to allow the enormity of an ACW PPV Main Event Championship Match to sink in. She smiles, letting the strong cries of the fans strengthen her resolve, and raises a finger to the sky. Philip: Introducing the challenger, hailing from Paris, France, she is the Flower of Chaos, Sarin Rossi! All eyes follow Sarin down to the ring, for she has forsaken her usual wrestling attire for a black corset, panties, garter belt, stockings, and black pumps. Not particularly adverse to showing off some skin, Sarin climbs the steps to the apron as confident as ever. After an exceptionally crowd-pleasing low bend through the ropes with much arching of the back, Sarin shakes her raven hair and poses to the delight of the crowd.“The Actor” by Robbie Williams begins to bounce itself off of the arena speakers...Deep down you’re dirty but you try
“I'm a good person”
The truth would break you, so you lie
“I want my work to matter”
It’s in the choices that you make
“I want to inspire”
No talents, just fate
“I give my love to you”
Good from far, but far from good
“All I have my instinct”
You love to act, I wish you would
“It’s not acting, its reacting”
Act like you’re not from out of space
“When I’m on stage I feel alive”
You know ambition isn’t grace
“For me it’s the craft”
Made of sex, Maida Vale
“Would I do better in New York?”
You are the Alpha Male
“I’m just too pretty for that role”
You are the good, you are the great
“The words have power”
Now let me fill you with my hate The lights dim their way to a complete blackout. On the side screens come two letters - “A” & “J.” One would think that the simplicity of this display would not garner much attention but this line of thought is far from the truth. Immediately the crowd turns into a frenzy sea of spectators, practically clamoring over one another to get the perfect view. An explosion heralds the playing of Aiden’s Alpha Tron video. Golden sparks flow down from the top of the big screen onto the stage below - and there he is. Stepping out from the tunnel, he now swims through a sea of gold. Memorized by the experience, he extends his hand outward in front of him and watches the sparks dance upon his skin. Immediately his senses heighten and a euphoria overtakes his body. Calls of “I love you Aiden” emanate from the capacity crowd sounding like a sweet symphony as far as he is concerned. He now stands on top of the ramp way for a few seconds to soak up all the admiration that comes his way. Wanting to touch the thing so many desire, he raises his hand to his mouth and brushes his index finger across his lips. The scene causes mass shrieking from the crowd, loud enough to almost pierce eardrums. He hits the isle with a walk that inserts envy into the hearts of those who despise him. Now ringside, he enters by diving his body underneath the bottom rope. Stopping in the middle of the ring, he drives his groin into the canvas a few times causing another uproar from female fandom. As soon as he rises up from his feet, he turns to the crowd and brushes his hair back to get a better look at them. Fully behind Sarin, he knows he has his work cut out for him tonight as it’s virtually him vs. “the world.”
Dressed in a white suit, his attire is most out of place for a match such as this. What lies underneath is most definitely more suitable and one would imagine it should take little time at all before it is exposed for the world to see. With a free hand he unlatches the gold plating behind his back and then proceeds to the fold the title into his welcoming hands. Rising it to his lips, he gives it a kiss before handing it over to referee Fleming who then raises it high into the air. Signifying this is for all the gold, RAF drops the belt and hands it over to the timekeeper who now rings his bell to start tonight’s proceedings.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:11:46 GMT -5
Aiden and Sarin lock up in the middle of the ring and their hatred of each other can be seen in this very movement. Their arms, tense. Their stance, wide. Their temperament, volatile. Pushing Sarin back, Aiden thinks he has the early command but Sarin dictates otherwise. Putting her foot behind him, she trips him down to the mat with one subtle push. Stumbling to his back, Mr. Joseph has been embarrassed once again by Ms. Rossi and the reminder puts him on edge. Rising to his feet, he strikes back with a wicked right hand that connects onto the side of Sarin’s face. Sarin keels over in pain and Aiden takes advantage of the opportunity with a face plant that has Sarin seeing stars! With a temporary lull in the action, Aiden drops to the mat and rolls underneath the bottom rope and proceeds to the “toy” table that Leather and Lace fans are all too familiar with. His fingers slither over each instrument like a snake until he find’s exactly what he was looking for ... “Fast” Eddie Edison: Aiden has the handcuffs! Maxwell McNally: Well, that didn’t take long! With an expression of delight on his face, Aiden rolls back into the ring and raises the handcuffs into the air for the crowd to see! They sparkle in the arena lights above as he twirls them, though the site is most definitely not calming for those who gaze upon it. His showmanship now over, Aiden turns his attention to Sarin and pulls her up with a handful of hair. Reaching down for her wrists, Aiden gets a huge surprise as the Flower of Chaos nails him with two quick BUTTERFLY KICKS! Aiden stumbles over his own feet and collides against the ropes. It is at this moment that Sarin takes notice of the handcuffs residing in his hand. In a twist of events, Sarin takes the handcuffs and slaps one end to Aiden’s wrist. Before he has a chance to respond, Sarin locks the other end to the top rope and Aiden becomes a victim of his own ploy. He winces as he sees the look of jubilation written on Sarin’s face and begins to pull at the cuffs like a wild animal. Try as he might, he cannot break free. Maxwell McNally: Sarin is excusing herself from the ring and I think I know just where she is going! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Shopping for ... PAIN!Indeed she is! It is now Sarin’s turn to pick an instrument of pleasurable pain, and as her fingers wrap around a S&M whip, they do exactly that! Sarin brings her little friend into the ring with her and Aiden goes into a panic! The handcuffs begin to tear into his skin but he could care less for the alternative is ten times worse. Under the stress they do begin to give way, but not before Sarin strikes him with the whip! Shot after shot, the whip begins to tear away at Aiden’s clothing until his white suit is in complete disarray. Finally reaching his flesh, Sarin shows Aiden no mercy as his back begins to welt up as a result of the painful lashes. He puts every ounce of energy into his forearm, and with one massive tug, he finally frees himself of the handcuffs! His momentum carries him right on top of Sarin and they crash down onto the canvas in a heap of twisted body appendages. After they sort each other out, Aiden finds himself in position to rain down on Sarin’s parade, and with both fists, he begins to do exactly that. Maxwell McNally: Sarin is going to have to dance around Aiden all night long if she hopes to win. In this position, he will make short work of her even in his more fit and healthy condition! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, I’ve heard the scuttlebutt from the back Max. Believe me, though you’d expect his brute force to hurt less now, those who have faced him have come away feeling as if nothing’s changed at all. Seeing Sarin in distress does his heart well. Clutching both arms around her neck, he begins to choke her out which is perfectly legal in this contest. Sarin gasps for air, but with each breath Aiden pushes his thumbs into her larynx making it so none can enter her lungs. With each passing second, this situation becomes more dire for Sarin who is quickly turning red. Knowing it’s now do or die time, she thrusts up as hard as she can with her knee and clips Aiden in his groin. This faithful weak spots frees her from his clutches and with a roll to the ropes, Sarin begins to gasp as hard as she can to get oxygen back into her system. Five feet away, Aiden drops to his knees and proceeds to slip his right hand down his pants. With the tips of his fingers he caresses his thriving testicles hoping that this effort will relieve some of the sting. Maxwell McNally: Wow, we really don’t need a close up of that, thankyouverymuch. Recovered in full, Sarin is now able to examine her surroundings. Seeing that she resides on the side of the ring next to the instrument table, Sarin slips underneath the bottom rope and makes a beeline towards the toys of joy. Aiden watches her from afar and does his best to overcome his testicular pain to join her on the outside. From behind he lurks and Sarin is completely unaware of such as she lusts over the shiny objects placed before her. Like a tiger Aiden strikes, placing his knee right into the small of her back and driving her straight into the steel ring post. Making like a pinball, Sarin bounces off of the immovable object and collides into the padded floor mat head first. Out of pure instinct, Aiden reaches over to the toy table and lifts the first thing his fingers fall upon and no, batteries are *NOT* required! BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ Aiden positions the vibrator right between Sarin’s legs. The vibrations of the tool begin to flutter the side of Sarin’s inner thighs as Aiden is just inches away from her moist love hole that’s covered only by a few millimeters of fabric. As he readies himself for the final thrust, Sarin’s second wind saves her from complete humiliation. Her hand lashes out and grabs him by the wrist, and with one yank upwards, the vibrating dildo finds a new home. Aiden: Humph! Aiden begins to gag on the vibrating dildo shoved in his mouth and does his best to free it from his vessel. Making matters worse for him, a very amused Ms. Rossi places both hands atop his mouth making it difficult for him to wretch out the 12 inches of stainless steel. The ensuing effect is much like the mandible claw and slowly begins to drain Aiden of his consciousness. Dropping to his knees, Aiden’s eyes begin to well up with tears as Sarin twists the steel dildo deep into his mouth cavity. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh my God, Aiden is taking the whole thing! Maxwell McNally: </facepalm> They don’t pay me enough for this. Now lightheaded and fading, Aiden has one last ditch effort in him before he blacks out. Clutching the fingers on his left hand into a fist, he pulls it back as far as it can go and then cuts loose with a wicked punch. It collides right into Sarin’s mid section causing her to keel over in dismay. Aiden wastes not a fraction of a second to spit out the dildo. Aiden *coughing*: -HURK!- ...oh fuck yeah...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:12:37 GMT -5
His trachea now free from intrusion, the World Champion fills his lungs with some much needed H2 0 as his mind contemplates his next move. Knowing Sarin won’t stay staggered for long, he quickly leaps to his feet and almost stumbles back down again due to faintness. Even in his dizzied condition, he is able to turn in Sarin’s direction where he pulls out the BOX OFFICE SMASH! The Polish hammer hits right in between Sarin’s eyes and she drops to the mat like a rag doll. With a longer pause in the action, Aiden completely refills his lungs before making another move. Feeling replenished, the champ then yanks his suit jacket off along with his undershirt much to the delight of the female fans in the audience. Shrill noises escape from their lips as they examine every ripple on his well endowed chest. His hands now motion to his back trouser pocket where he pulls out his wallet. His fingers flip through its contents until they find what they where looking for. Now placed between his middle and forefinger is a condom wrapper and with one tear, Sarin is about ready to get a lesson on safe sex. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Aiden is now providing us all with a very important lesson. If you every engage in any sexual activity, it is extremely important to be protected! Maxwell McNally: Oh will you shut up?! This is completely embarrassing! I turned down a job in the GWF for this! Fingers trembling with rage, Aiden clutches both sides of the enormous condom and pulls it apart as far as he can. Placing it upon Sarin’s head, he is going to give new meaning to the phrase, “safe sex.” Down and down it goes until the latex smothers the entirety of Sarin’s head. The crowd watching on is stunned to say the least, unsure if they are more amazed at the spectacle of Sarin struggling to free herself of a giant condom or the fact they actually make a condom to support such girth. It is times such as these that Aiden can’t help but play the part of the showman. Match be damned, he steps away from Sarin and places his hands in front of him, each one foot apart from the other. Insinuating his penis size for all to see, he begins to cackle uncontrollably. “Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks like Aiden is calling for an official measurement! Random Fan 1: Oh my God, I’d give that a “first down.” Random Fan 2: Mhm!Just as expected, Aiden’s showboating results in Sarin escaping from certain condom death like Houdini. Now standing completely free, Sarin has no trouble sneaking up behind Aiden while he is still in the midst of grabbing attention for his crotch. To garner his awareness, Sarin reaches out and brushes his shoulder with the tips of her fingernails. This most certainly does the trick and as Aiden spins, he gets up close and personal with Sarin’s foot! Her dropkick sends Aiden back into the ropes where he bounces off and returns in her direction with the assistance of his own momentum. Catapulting herself off the corner ropes, Sarin catches him in the middle of the ring with a devastating SPRINGBOARD ENZIGIRI! Aiden almost swallows his tongue as his head snaps back in a direction it was never meant to go. Overcome with pain, he collapses onto the mat and Sarin takes full advantage of this opportunity. She makes haste to the Leather and Lace emporium and takes hold of both a lighter and a candle. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Make a wish Aiden, it’s time for you to blow out the candles! Placing her foot atop his chest, Sarin’s thumb cascades down the lighter’s striker. Fire is born within her hands and is quickly passed onto the candle wick. The flame begins to tickle the tip of the rod with its tongue and blobs of moisture begin to pour forth due to its efforts. Drip after drip falls atop of his chest. As it lands, it sizzles on his skin, causing him to feel unbelievable sensations of both pleasure and pain. Aiden: Ohhh. *Drip*Aiden: Ahhh. *Drip*Aiden: Mmm. He bites his top lip with his teeth as every drop of blood in his body begins to flow between his legs. Raising his index finger to his lip, his body arches upward off the canvas straight into Sarin’s heel. With a push downwards, she drives her opponent back into the canvas and Fleming has no choice but register this very awkward pin. ONE!
TW .. KICK OUT!!! Aiden easily rolls his shoulder and escapes what was never meant to be a serious attempt to beat him. Realizing that he is in the middle of a ring in the United Kingdom and not in a upscale sex party in the states, he quickly diverts his attention back to the task at hand. He reaches out with his arm and yanks Sarin right off her base. She falls hard on her elbow and dislocates it in a turn of unfortunate events. Thriving on the canvas in pain, she realizes she has to reset it herself if she stands a chance to win this match up. Thrusting it upwards into the socket, her eyes dim to black as every nerve in her body feels as if has been stabbed with a needle. Unable to bear anymore of her racket, Aiden reaches outside the ring and takes hold of a ball gag that will certainly quell her anguish from piercing his ears. He then sends his boot into her side causing her to scream in agony for hopefully the last time. With her mouth now open, Aiden shoves the ball gag deep inside of it and ties its straps around the back of her head. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I wonder if that is the flavor kind? Maxwell McNally: They make flavors? “Fast” Eddie Edison *nodding*: Indeed! Actually, they come in - Maxwell McNally *interrupting*: NEVERMIND! I-I changed my mind! Forget I even brought it up. Aiden steps to the ropes and directs the audience to take pictures of Sarin so they can always remember her in this less than flattering moment. In an almost unhuman like fashion, Sarin separates her mind from her pain and reaches back and unlatches the gag’s ties. Seeing her free causes Aiden to distance himself from her fury and both combatants scramble to opposite ends of the ring, taking a momentary breather from the intense battle fought thus far. Sarin in particular is winded, having suffered much both physically and mentally after her experience with a ball gag. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a long black rod of sorts, perhaps a little over two feet in length, with a bright red gripping handle. Sarin recognizes it to be a cattle prod, marketed as both functional in the farm and in a kinky bedroom. Blazing with renewed vigor, Sarin picks up the cattle prod and wields it like a Chinese sword, facing Aiden with an intricate martial arts pose. Far less experienced in the martial realms, Aiden hastes to gather another prod, holding the 'blade' somewhat awkwardly in front of him. Maxwell McNally: It appears as though Sarin just challenged Aiden to a cattle prod sword fight! Indeed, Sarin charges at Aiden with cattle prod brandished. It swooshes through the air as she swings it expertly. Aiden tries his best to parry her frighteningly fast blows, but quickly realizes that mounting a martial arts offense against a renowned expert is ridiculous on many levels. He sidesteps a swing, and fast as lightning, plants a knee shot to Sarin's exposed midsection. She doubles over, winded, and Aiden clubs the back of her neck with the cattle prod handle. He kicks her onto her back, mounts her, and raises his prod to stun her neck. Moments before she's zapped to unconsciousness, Sarin blocks the downward thrust with her prod. They struggle with gritted teeth, caught in a fierce weapon deadlock. Sarin pushes up with all her might, and Aiden strikes himself in the face with the back of his own hand. He stumbles backwards, flopping to the floor. “Fast Eddie Edison: And the sword fight resumes!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:14:11 GMT -5
Sarin kips up to a tremendous pop from the crowd. She meets Aiden on the rise with a snapping high kick to the chin, and follows up with several sweeping strikes of her cattle prod before he can stabilize himself. After a spinning backhand strike to the cheek, Aiden collapses like a sack of bricks. Sarin catches her breath, blocking out her own growing fatigue and switching her cattle prod on to full power. With a small hint of a smirk, she zaps Aiden in his backside, eliciting a yelp of pain from the current champion. He crawls about the ring, trying to stand up and escape Sarin's prods, but the Flower of Chaos gives him no quarter, driving him about like a great big cow. Maxwell McNally: Sarin's getting some payback for her humiliation on Dancing with the Stars! Indeed she is, but even Aiden has his limits in this limitless match. With a sweeping kick backwards, he is able to rid himself of the cattle prod’s torture as it goes sailing out of Sarin’s hands deep into the crowd. One lucky fan will go home with a souvenir that will most likely find its way onto eBay where it will sell for roughly 250 dollars plus 15 dollars shipping. Both Sarin and Aiden are now becoming completely exhausted but the spirit of the battle continues to possess them. This will be a fight till the end as it should be. Tonight’s weapons have certainly been unique, but the last remaining items on the Leather and Lace table have never graced an ACW ring before, not even for this match type. Two giant tubes of KY Jelly yearn to be used, and as both competitors latch onto them, they get their wish. Now freed of their caps, the tubes ejaculate their lubricant onto both Sarin’s and AJ’s bodies until they are both depleted. What transpires next is pure comedy. As Sarin tries to lock up with Aiden, their oily bodies provide zero friction thus she slides right through his arms and collides onto the canvas. Trying his luck, Aiden now attempts to pick Sarin up but she slides right though his slippery fingers. An awkward stall to the match comes next as they both realize nothing can possibly occur until they cleanse themselfs of this product. Frantic, both Sarin and AJ begin to wipe off as much KY Jelly as they possibly can, and with one good flick, Sarin finds the perfect spot to put it, Aiden’s eyes! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Don’t worry Aiden, it’s water soluble! Aiden drops his head and tries to rub the goo out of his eye sockets, but with his hands already full of the fluid, all he does is make matters worse! Sarin has done much better in her efforts to become lubricant free and is in position to take advantage of Aiden’s handicap. Hitting the far ropes, she bounces herself off and comes back strong with a CROSS BODY BLOCK! Her body weight tips Aiden over, and though she slides on his naked flesh, Sarin still manages to remain on top. With both shoulders touching the mat, Mr. Fleming goes to work! ONE!
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THR ..... KICK OUT!!! Aiden pulls his shoulder off the canvas and in doing so, still possesses this industry’s greatest prize. Latching onto Sarin, Aiden then digs his fingernails deep into her skin to ensure she will not be slipping out of his clutches this time. One modified monkey flip later, Sarin lands hard on the outside and Aiden rolls underneath the bottom rope to give her company. Using a nearby electrical cord, Aiden ties Sarin’s hands to the ropes. Now bound, Sarin tugs against her restraints but finds she is stuck like a fly on a spider’s web. What transpires next leaves every pair of eyes watching in astoundment. Aiden leans in with his palm out and blows Ms. Rossi a kiss which repulses her to no end. He then drops to both knees and falls into a position where his face is just inches away from Sarin’s crotch. The distance between her womanhood and his mouth grows shorter as he slowly inches his way inward. His hand trembles in anticipation as he reaches out between her legs - Random Fan: Oh my God.... - and pulls out a block of ice from underneath the ring. The World Champ takes the arctic chunk and gently presses it up against Sarin’s silky smooth skin, freezing her with its touch. She begins to shiver under its extreme temperature as he rolls it down the ample curves of her breast. Now placed before her nipples, the ice causes blood to flow from her inner body to make them firm, erect. Overcome with humiliation, Sarin can’t help but turn her head away adding to Aiden’s already heightened pleasure. Pulling the ice back, he takes a minute to admire his handy work and to give the ice a lick with his flickering tongue. ~!~LICK~!~ Ready to give Sarin another deep chill, he steadies the ice while Sarin does the same with her right leg. With a swift kick upwards, Sarin kicks the block straight out of Aiden’s hands right into his forehead! ~!~CLUNK~!~ Aiden stumbles backwards like a heavyweight boxer knocked unconscious and lands hard into the guardrail that separates the ring from the masses. While he struggles to rise, Sarin shakes off the cold and wriggles through her restraints--in his eagerness to cover her in ice, Aiden forgot to properly secure the electrical cord. She rolls back into the ring with Aiden hot on her heels. The two enemies lean against the ropes, fully aware that their next clash may very well be their last... Sarin bounces off the ropes first, raising a slender leg for a fast roundhouse. Aiden meets her halfway, hooking an arm underneath her thigh and capturing her in a provocative hold before sending her flying over his head in a nice capture suplex. Sarin's back hits the mat hard. Spotting another set of handcuffs lying idly in the corner, Aiden decides it's high time to bring this match full-circle. He grasps Sarin's wrists and locks her in place against the ropes. She struggles in her cuffs, but has no hope of wriggling free this time. Pausing to gather his wits, Aiden pants, a glint of pure malice in his eye. He detests this woman, tied helpless to the ropes and completely at his mercy, and must humiliate her utterly. He slips out and searches under the ring. He procures a pair of gleaming scissors to the gasp of the crowd. As he reenters the ring, the more cynical ACW fans already know what he's about to do. Sarin's eyes widen in shock; she struggles even harder against her bonds. Maxwell McNally: You monster! Get away from her! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I think Sarin's going to expose more than she bargained for tonight! Laughing at Sarin's protests, Aiden snips away at her stockings. Bare-legged and furious, Sarin aims a kick at Aiden's groin, but he anticipates such a move and sidesteps the strike completely. The arena explodes suddenly in deafening screams, though Sarin and Aiden are too embroiled in each other to notice anything else. Moments before Aiden cuts Sarin's corset clean off, something like a black bullet zips through the ring and charges toward Aiden at a frightening velocity. He turns, instinctively throwing the pair of scissors toward the feral figure, but she catches them deftly and tosses them away. In a moment of realization, both Aiden and Sarin mouth the disyllabic name. Sarin finds her voice and screams.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:16:14 GMT -5
Sarin: YOKO!
Aiden takes a step backward, cautiously holding his hands out in front of him. Yoko's white saddle shoe sneaks under his outstretched arms and boots him in the gut. Signaling to the roaring crowd, Yoko leaps into the air and delivers the famed Flying Guillotine. It's lights out for Aiden, who rebounds off the mat and lies in the center of the ring, completely out of it.
Maxwell McNally: Yoko Satoshi! Yoko Satoshi just hit the Flying Guillotine on the current World Champion!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Boy, Sarin sure caught a lucky break.
Maxwell McNally: I wouldn't be so sure. After all, Sarin did leave Yoko for Rattlesnake!
Sarin is at a complete loss for words. Still cuffed and quite vulnerable, she gapes at her former lover. Yoko pulls out a small silver key from her skirt pocket and wordlessly frees Sarin from the handcuffs. After rubbing her wrists, Sarin reaches out to touch Yoko's shoulder, but Yoko only curtly nods and slips out of the ring, walking back up the ramp. Sarin resists the urge to follow her and recenters her focus on an awakening Aiden, fighting to get to his feet. She stands before him; her 5'7 frame belies the volcano of righteous fury bubbling up inside her.
Sarin: Hello, Adriana. I'll be taking that gold off your waist now.
And with that, she twirls around, whacking Aiden's cheek with a vicious backhand slap. As he staggers to his feet, Sarin's foot slams into his jaw, completing the Rin Spin and sending him crashing to the floor. She falls with him, covering his shoulders securely with her entire weight.
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Philip: Here is your winner, and NEW ACW World Champion......Sarin Rossi!
Sarin kneels on the mat as RAF produces the world title belt from the announcer table and hands it to her. As she holds it in her hands, a single scene flashes in her mind - the moment before her big title shot against Atomic Kitsune and, well, everyone else. Yoko promised her she would claim the championship one day. If not *that* day, then one day.
Sarin: I did it...I really did it.
She looks to the entry ramp. Yoko stands at the far end. She nods and slips out of sight.
Sarin: Yoko...
The noise from the crowd reaches epic levels as Sarin gets up. Multicolored confetti rains down overhead. Sarin snorts and blinks out colored paper. Still high on the rush of adrenaline, she ignores her aching joints and climbs a turnbuckle, raising her newly acquired title high in the air. Rattlesnake runs down the ramp, catching her in his arms and engaging her in one of the most passionate kisses she has ever experienced.
Rattlesnake: So how does it feel, champ?
Sarin: I...I can't really answer that. I'm tired, and happy, but...
She tails off. Rattlesnake grins, helping her through the ropes before scooping her up again in his arms to carry her like a princess up the ramp. In her greatest moment, the person Sarin most wants to share it with is not there. It is indeed a bittersweet victory, and tears trickle from her eyes and splash onto the belt once held by so many legends. The more astute fans share her joy...and sadness.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 24, 2008 15:17:59 GMT -5
Closing Segment: “The Earth will Tremble” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, ~Aj [The reign of Aiden Joseph is over. For months upon months he crawled his way towards the pinnacle of this industry, facing adversity like no other before him. Cowardice, secret pacts and cheap tactics, in one form or another he dealt with each and overcame the odds like a true champion. The last ninety or so days have been the most important days in his entire life. During this span of time the love of his life came back to his heart, his baby boy was born into the world and his image became synonymous with both fame and fortune. Indeed, he’ll never EVER forget the past three months in his fabled life and has only to look back upon that fateful day in February to see how this series of events got started. In one fell swoop the kingdom or Mr. Joseph has come crashing down. Truth be told, he has only himself to blame for his current misfortunes though he’d never be one to admit it. Always one to place the blame on others, Aiden will not have a hard time finding someone to pin tonight’s result on. At this very moment, he searches like a hungry predator looking for its prey so he can do just that, and as he draws nearer to a small Asian girl backstage, the moment draws near.] Charlotte King *screaming*: Yoko! Yoko! Yoko! Yoko Satoshi: ...... Charlotte: Yoko! Just a moment of your time, please! [To throw yourself in front of the Flower of Chaos takes a lot of courage, or perhaps stupidity. Be that as it may, there is no way on God’s green Earth that Ms. King is going to allow the biggest story of the year to walk away from her without a fight.] Charlotte: Where have you been? Has Flower Power reunited? [Before Yoko has the opportunity to either answer the questions or ignore them, a demonic voice booms over the interview position as if it came directly from the 7th level of hell.] Aiden Joseph: YOU!! [Charlotte looks up; her instincts tell her this is not good.] Charlotte: Oh shi- Aiden: YOU COST ME MY CHAMPIONSHIP! [Showing NO disregard for his body, Charlotte’s, or anyone else’s for that matter, Aiden hurls himself onto Yoko in an effort to help satisfy his rage. Now residing on top of her, Aiden rains down punches and insults upon the Flower of Chaos showing absolutely no fear of her otherwise very intimidating presence.] Aiden *screaming*: I’m not afraid of you! I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU! [Throwing down hurting bomb upon hurting bomb, Aiden slowly becomes surprised at Yoko’s calmness during this ordeal. After an entire onslaught by the now former World Champion, Yoko remains as still as ever and this in turn fuels his rage even further.] Yoko: Funny, I thought this would hurt more. [Her hands finally come free of their defensive position and clamp themselves onto Aiden’s neck. With a sudden jerk forward, she rids her body of this “pest.” His body goes sailing into a nearby wall where three feet of solid concrete break his fall.] Yoko: I guess not. [Defeated and humbled, Aiden amazingly still has fight left in him. His arms clutch onto the granite floor of the area and thrust his body upwards. Aware that his close combat efforts have failed him, Aiden changes his tactics. Seizing the nearest blunt object (which happens to be a lamp stand), Aiden sets his sights right between Yoko’s eyes and tosses it off his fingers like a javelin. Known for her deadly speed, Yoko does not disappoint as she side steps it ease.] ~!~CRACK~!~ [The lamp stand shatters into countless pieces and nearly misses Charlotte’s head by mere inches.] Charlotte: AIEEEEE! Somebody, we need help back here! [Charlotte abandons her hopes for a Pulitzer Prize and high tails it out of harms way. Aiden and Yoko again engage in mortal combat and there is a strong belief from another that this situation most definitely has turned dire and is in need of the Chairman’s attention. Watching on from afar, Anna Sommers becomes gravely concerned for her already spent boyfriend and places a call to her father.] Anna Sommers: Daddy, you have to do something about this! Chairman Gingerdude: Already on it, sweetheart. [Before the backstage walls can be repainted in their own blood, Aiden and Yoko are swarmed by a sea of arena security guards. Singly, they stand not a chance against the two immense powers that they stand in between of, but in great numbers they are able to fight back their raging storm of hate.] Aiden: You should have never come back Yoko! This is MY show now! I’m going to retire you! This time, for GOOD! Yoko: I’m afraid that won’t be happening, Thunderkiss. This is, and always will be, my show. [Two legendary ACW careers. Two unbeatable warriors. Only one winner. Omega Effect IV. Things will never be the same again.] Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by Thunderkiss on May 24, 2008 15:24:18 GMT -5
*tosses Sarin some gold plated goodness.* Have fun champ, you deserve it and it couldn't have happened to a better person.
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Post by silencio on May 24, 2008 15:25:09 GMT -5
Hooray for Sarin!
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Post by Jonny Spade on May 24, 2008 15:25:48 GMT -5
Yay Sarin! Congrats.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on May 24, 2008 15:27:34 GMT -5
Congrats Sarin.
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Post by BK London on May 24, 2008 15:28:28 GMT -5
Congrats Sarin, Train, and vacant International Title.
Wish you the best in your future Jon Taylor, even if we had our differences and we don't like each other that much.
Spectacular matches on the show from Steele/Freeman, Flamingo/BK, FSX/Zero, and the Main Event. Let's keep this good thing rolling until Omega Effect.
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Post by Lass Sarin on May 24, 2008 15:36:23 GMT -5
Great work everyone. Fantastic show all around. And farewell, Taylor. ^.^
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