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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:12:21 GMT -5
Segment: The Scoop Credit: Jay Zero and Rattlesnake [ The backstage corridors of the Tokyo Dome have feels as if the calm before the storm has yet already begun. The emptiness seems to run low as we begin to fade into our next shot. As the live audience around the world returns to the action, they are all once again graced by the presence of a red, irate Jay Zero as he walks down the hall way. The boos can be heard from ringside as the Japanese fans of ACW in attendance don't like what they saw from Jay earlier tonight. However, this doesn't change him at all. He's exactly the same as he was earlier. His face is red, and his hands are shaking. Of course -- we can only guess that pure hatred is what has driven this man off the edge....]
[Jay whips the hair out of his eyes and keeps moving down the hallway, his eyes shooting from left to right in his panoramic view. In the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a person walking by and he shoots his head over, giving them a dirty look on his face with his mouth snarled. Just as he's distracted another person walks up to him on his left and catches him off guard.] Kevin Anderson :: Evening, Mr. Zero. [Jay jumps back, clenching his fists tight and about to strike before stopping himself. Several moments later once he realizes who it is, he's ready so strike again.] Kevin Anderson :: Whoa, whoa, whoa! You wouldn't want to do that. Zero :: Oh. I wouldn't would I? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Nope! See, I have some -- hah, evidence you can say --- against you! Zero *Sarcastically* :: What! Evidence!? Oh no! [/color] [Uh oh! Did Kevin not happen to see what just happened?] Kevin Anderson :: Oh yeah! This shit is good! Zero :: And let met guess. It's something that you're going to try and milk for something good in return, otherwise it's going to ruin my career? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Uh -- well, it is some intense stuff I heard! Zero :: Hmm... So Kevin Anderson is trying to blackmail me? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: I guess you can say that. [Jay doesn't look amused at all, but he decides to play along.] Zero :: Well Kevin, what do you want? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: ....Serious? Zero :: Oh of course! Whatever it is you know, it just CAN'T get out to the media! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Hahaha! Finally! Finally I have one over on you! Oooh how the tables have finally turned on you! This is great! Zero :: But first Kev -- you just have to tell me. What exactly did you hear? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: You sure you want me to say it? Zero :: Well I just asked you, so yes. [/color] [ Kevin looks around first, making sure nobody is around to steal this juicy bit of info from him.] Kevin Anderson :: Well I heard you talking to some guy about a bet involving your tag partner Libertines! Sounds to me like you're using him to make some serious cash! Let me guess, you threw that tag match to make some extra dough, didn't you? Pft, pathetic! [That's enough. Time to rain on his parade.] Zero :: Now that's some mighty fine detective work there Sherlock Holmes, but since you were so caught up earlier on thinking about what you can possibly get out of me, you didn't get to see the part where I ended up turning Libertines into a puddle of his own sweat and tears. [/color] [He is slow to understand...] Kevin Anderson :: What? Zero :: Oh of course you don't know what's going on! You're only one of the head interviewers here in ACW! Hah! See Kev -- what happened was, Libertines held me back way too much. Libertines weighed me down and took me away from the goals that I wanted to accomplish! So -- let's just say I ... liberated myself of him! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: You.... You..!? Zero :: Beat the living shit out of him? Why yes. Yes I did! And I'd do it again if I had the chance! [/color] [Jay smiles and then the look of resentment returns to his face as he begins to walk away from Kevin. His boots click on the cement floor and we hear about five of them before Kevin realizes what's going on.] Kevin Anderson :: But! You used him! You still owe me what I deserve! You were illegally betting on a sport! --On a guy that you pretty much had control over! [Jay swings around with his eyes blazing with intensity.] Zero :: I don't owe you SHIT Anderson! If anything, you're a piece of work for eavesdropping on me like that! Get the hell out of here! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: I'm a piece of work?! You were betting on your own tag team! Zero :: Yeah well it's over now! So screw off dipshit! Face it! You don't have a catch anymore! [/color] [The angered Zero slowly turns around and walks off with his head shaking and his hair flowing in the wind. But what he doesn't realize is that he's also ticked off Kevin.] Kevin Anderson :: ....Yes I do. [Boom. There we are again. Jay Zero stops in the middle of his tracks again but this time -- he's interested in what Kevin has in store.] Zero :: -What did you just say? [/color] [Slowly, he turns around.] Zero :: See, for some reason I thought something crazy ran through my ears, but maybe I'm just mistaken. Did you just say you do have something? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Yup. Zero :: Oh, really? So the one, incompetent man that was somehow accepted into a college for journalism and then accepted for this job finally did a little research and got something that he could possibly use for let's say -- I don't know, his job..?! So Kev, I'm just dying now! What is it! Hm? What does "The Scoop" have for us?! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Hm. Well, uh...Why don't you just turn around and find out for yourself. ---Dipshit. [Kevin smiles confidently at Jay Zero, which only pisses him off more. His upper lip begins to tremble as he contemplates whether or not to to smash in Kevin's face or not. Going against his will now, Jay turns around, as does the camera to see six feet and eight inches of man. Being much, much shorter than the figure, Jay slowly moves his chin up to look into the eyes of Rattlesnake which causes the crowd to explode in cheers. Of all people -- he's the one that has to be there. ] Zero :: You.... You! [/color] Rattlesnake :: Save it! [He looks back at Kevin who has a smile from ear to ear. ] Rattlesnake :: Where do you get off calling Kevin a piece of work? He's right! You're a disgrace to everyone in these locker rooms! Zero :: Why the hell do you care what I do with my life? Screw off! [/color] Rattlesnake :: I care because I'm ONE of those people you disgraced! You had no right to do what you did to him! You need to learn some respect! Zero :: Respect? Fuck respect! That's the kind of attitude that's stopped you from getting to the top Snake! [/color] Rattlesnake :: Pft. Of all people, I never thought it was going to be you to really ruin your own reputation to try and put yourself out there. Did you really think that would work? Zero :: It doesn't matter whether or not it works! I did what I had to do for a friend, so now I'm only doing what's best for me by tossing that ball and chain out the door! You wanna make it big, you gotta stab a few guys in the back to get there! [/color] Rattlesnake :: Oh really? See, I never had to do that Jay. Looks like you're just trying to take a drastic route to get there. Zero :: Pft, you never had to cause your sorry ass never even got there! I mean please, you couldn't even get into tonights International title match! [/color] Rattlesnake :: Yeah well I don't see you in it either. Zero :: Of course you don't because I'm not looking to win the International title! [/color] Rattlesnake :: Hm, true. You seem to be too busy living in the past, still wondering just why your best friend Aiden Joseph would do such a thing to you! Please -- you're a hypocrite. You just did the same exact thing. [Suddenly, it hits Jay again. The blood in his veins begins to boil and the pain is brought back. With one quick motion, Jay swings his arm out, looking to slap Rattlesnake across the face, but with his quick reactions, he grabs Jay's arm and stops it from ever happening. He pushes Jay back, making him stumble until he catches himself. Jays chest is going up and down as he breathes very heavily and his heart pounds a mile a minute. He grits his teeth and stares at Rattlesnake, questioning whether or not to strike back. Slowly --- slowly Jay begins to back away from Rattlesnake. Zero :: ...You...You stay the hell out of my business! [/color] [Jay continues to back away. Is this an act of cowardness? Or merely just a strategy? Either way, Rattlesnake continues to stand tall and proud as he watches Jay Zero scamper off. What does Snake want from him? Respect? As the scene fades out, we are all left wondering.] [FADE OUT]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:12:50 GMT -5
Segment: Post Match Interview (Credit: Dan White)
The International Title match has recently ended, and we're backstage with Kevin Anderson, who looks a wee bit nervous, as he stands next to Dan White. Dan appears in his usual wrestling attire, which is certainly odd, and it seems that "Black & White" won't be appearing here.
Kevin: I'm here with Dan White...Um, Dan, you just lost in the International Title match. Your thoughts?
Dan raises an eyebrow at Kevin.
Dan: You know Kevin, it's your supreme and unmatched journalistic skills, that really set you in a league above the rest.
Kevin doesn't seem to notice the sarcastic comment, and Dan rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Dan: You couldn't have asked a more ridiculous question, Kevin. Sure, you want to know my thoughts, but at least give some structure to the question. I mean Christ, I'm no journalist but I could conjure up a better interview than you could.
Kevin: Um, ok....you just lost the chance to become International Champion, and you seemed to have the match won until Mainer hit that Shining Wizard. What are your thoughts on that?
Dan pauses for a moment, and allows to answer the question.
Dan: Well...it was a mistake. I locked Jake in one of the most painful submission moves on the planet, but I didn't allow myself the vision to take control of Mainer too. In a way, a very unprofessional way, I forgot somewhat that it was a Triple Threat. I mean after all, all Mainer did all match was take advantage of a situation that I had dominated, and reap the rewards that I had earned. But I gotta give credit to the kid. It's exactly the same type of thing I would have done if I had the opportunity.
Kevin: Secondly, the defeat ended a run of 6 successive wins. Do you think you'll be able to pick up form again?
Dan: Well, yeah I do. I mean I lost to Aiden in my first match back, right? But it doesn't matter, I've only lost 3 matches from then to now. I'm in the form of my life. I wasn't even pinned tonight, so technically I didn't win or lose. But I won't let that affect me. The international Title is none of my concern at the moment. I have other duties to take care of.
Kevin: Like Senator?
Dan pauses, silently groaning at the mention of his name.
Dan: Senator is nothing more than an annoying bug. The only problem is that this bug is about 500 feet tall and has harrassed us, nay, practically destroyed us, since his original arrival here. I've said it before and I'll say it again, all Senator has done here is hog the limelight at the expense of others, and it's not a pretty sight. A lot of talent who have fallen under the radar because of him. But I don't care now, because he's gone now. Kaput. I don't expect any thankyous, but the youngsters will know that I did well.
Kevin: And fina-
Dan: No. End of discussion.
Dan simply walks out, leaving Kevin unable to even finish his final question.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:13:14 GMT -5
Segment: Hallowed Be Thy Name (credit: Hughes and Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman and Johnny Hughes in the Senatorial Stable locker room. The two of them seem to each be thinking of their own thing. There's silence, until Freeman attempts to strike up a conversation.
Freeman: You know...our next tournament match is coming up soon...
Hughes: Yes...I know.
Freeman: And it's going to be a very hard match....
Hughes: I think we stand a chance if we continue to train and develop more as a team.
Freeman nods to himself, and seems to be in thought.
Freeman: You know what we need?
Hughes: What's that?
Freeman: A name.
Hughes looks at Freeman as if not quit getting where he's coming from.
Hughes: Why do we need that? I mean we're Team Senatorial, because God knows that "Fashion Express" isn't. That's good enough.
Freeman: No, no, we need something flashier. Something catchier.
Hughes: I’m sure that's something that Aiden Joseph said too.
Freeman: No, nothing over the top...just...you know, something.
Hughes sighs, and looks at Freeman, almost patronising.
Hughes: Well, then, what would you suggest?
Freeman stammers for a second, obviously not realizing that he had to think of a name first...and he fumbles.
Freeman: Uh....um...well...you're...you're the Shooter, so...uh....something catchy...Shooter...and...uh...the Scooter...?
Hughes looks at him as if he's insane, and Freeman shrugs and looks down.
Hughes: Well...are you the Scooter then? Can you tell me what the hell that means?
Freeman thinks about it and shakes his head...in an effort to save himself...he continues on...and stutters through an attempt at thinking up something on the spot, which he unfortunately is not very good at.
Freeman: Nevermind, that was one of the stupidest ideas I've ever had...but, uh...you know, you're uh...you're...you're...you're Jonny Hughes...and...uh...Hughes...Freeman....um....the...Jason...Johnny...both start with J...so...uh...the....the J...Jay....the Blue...Jays?....J....hm....J....things that have J....J....Le...no...J....yl...Jail...Jay-el....Jay-el birds....um...the...or what if...hm...Im...Im....you're....you like....uh....well, I like...we like to win....so...uh....Jay...win....wait...what about...Hughesman...FreeHughes....uh, I dunno...um....wait, you're a technical guy..Im...Im...Im mixed...but Im kinda fast...so...um....speedy...somethin speedy...and technical....wait...you counter....and...you hit people...counter...strike...we counter...and...we strike...and it's a video game...so....counterstrike...or....well...wait, what about...I used to say I was a savior, so....what if....
Hughes: How about The Dynasty?
Freeman pauses...thinks, and then looks up.
Freeman: I could go with that...
And the camera fades...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:13:38 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 15: The Escape
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
Scott and Jessie arrive at the arena in the beautiful city of Tokyo, not on time for the show to start, but neither of them have a match, so they’re not on anyone’s schedule but theirs. Scott parks in the car park and the couple exit the vehicle dressed in semi-formal attire consisting of dress pants and red button up shirt for Scott, and a nice sleeveless, silver halter neck top and black skirt for Jessie, complete with silver high heels.
Scott takes Jessie by the hand and they walk their way up the stairs to the double door entrance to the backstage area.
Jessie: Where was it you said you needed to go tonight?
Scott: To the physician to check my rotator cuff.
Jessie: Oh well I’ll come too - - -
Scott butts in.
Scott: No! ...I mean, no, he doesn’t like other people in the room while he does his thing...
Jessie looks disappointed, and Scott feels guilty as hell for lying straight through his teeth to the one girl who has stuck by him this entire time; but he can’t tell her he’s buying anti-depressants from an underground drug agent.
Jessie: Oh...well I guess I’ll just hang out with some of the girls then.
Scott: Yeah I guess so. I won’t be long hun, and we can hang out when I get back.
Jessie: Ok.
Scott smiles to reassure Jessie.
Scott: Now let’s go and get a glass of wine or something, yeah?
Jessie brushes her hair behind her ear and smiles back at Scott.
Jessie: Sure thing.
And with that, Scott has successfully tricked his girlfriend, or is he just delaying the inevitable truth?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:14:01 GMT -5
Segment: GLAMOR has arrived (Credit: The L.A. Locker) The crowd in the Tokyo Dome is settling in to tonight’s show when the lights dim and the Alphatron lights up with a baby blue background. Lime green lettering pops up saying:What is real beauty?The fans are wondering what this question means as more lettering pops up. Power?The fans cheer.Money?The fans cheer again.Or maybe...The fans are silent...THIS?!I'm too sexy by Right Said Fred bursts out as a red carpet comes into view and photographers crowd round the curtain. Two people strut out and strike poses on the ramp. One has striking blond hair, designer white heels and a sparkling dress, silver and long. The other has black trousers, a black blazer and white shirt along with posh black shoes. They strut down the ramp, smirking at fans but not looking happy that they are there. They climb up the steps and get into the ring. They pose back to back then get handed microphones.Female: HELOOOOOO [insert city name here] and let me tell you we are happy to be here. Male: Yes, me and my amazing partner Crystal Cambel are here in ACW to bring back the style, looks and beauty this industry should have. Instead it is represented by fat slobs and ugly nerds. Crystal: Me and Alex, Alex Gonzalez, are here to start the GLAMOR take over. Our looks are what this show needs. We will be multi-million dollar names... Alex: Because of our style, looks and talent! Nobody in this heap should be allowed out in public, let alone on TV.The fans are booing Alex and Crystal because of their vane and egoistic views. Crystal giggles and flicks her hair.Alex: What, you think your champions and favorites are as good looking as us? Don't make me laugh. I mean, look at BK London!Alex: Can you say bad taste? He looks like a monkey on steroids.Crystal: And dresses like one too! The choice of clothes sucks, the color is so mis-matched it's unbelievable and the hair, what the HELL is that? Alex: Then there's Adrian Flamingo, BK's enemy!Crystal: The hair, the clothes, the looks, the whole package, is MISSING from that man and his slob uncle. He is a classic ACW FAILURE! Alex: And last but not least, Hunter. He may not be here, but his legacy of bad looks lives on!Crystal: Those pants... Alex: That hair...Crystal: That body... Alex & Crystal: THEIR HORRIBLE! The fans boo even more as the two new superstars pose and grin.Alex: But wait, what's this?Crystal: Today, you get the face of ACW. GLAMOR is soon to be alive and running. And Alex is ready for a fight. Alex: Not only am I smart, clever and better then you all, I can fight! The fans start throwing things at GLAMOR and chanting "you suck" but it only eggs them on.Alex: I look better then you, so I AM better then you!With that, I'm too sexy plays again and the duo make their way back up the ramp with their admirers around them. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:14:58 GMT -5
Match 3: Entourage Reunion: One Night Only (Special Guest Referee: Rena Matheson) Aiden Joseph, Thunder Train, and Jason Freeman vs. Jay Zero, Andrew Starr, and XS3 (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a 6-man tag match!
The Entourage reunion gets the crowd on their feet.
Philip: And before the arrival of the members of the match, please welcome the Special Guest referee, Ms. Rena Matheson!
Rena’s theme song hits, and she walks out to a decent reaction from the crowd, making her first appearance since the Chairman for the Day Battle Royale show, of which she won. She wears a modified referee’s shirt, basically just a black and white tiny boob tube. Which pleases the majority of the crowd.
Philip: Ok, and without further adieu, weighing at a combined weight of 830 lbs, representing the Senatorial Stable…Thunder Train, Aiden Joseph and Jason Freeman!
Flashing Lights by Kanye West hits and the trio walk out to a tremendous pop from the crowd. The Senatorial Stable members are led by former World Champion Aiden, who will be looking forward to getting his mitts on the former Entourage members that blasted his disbanding of the stable so much. The three enter the ring and look to be discussing tactics, as the music fades.
Philip: And their opponents, weighing at a combined weight of 715 lbs…Jay Zero, and the returning XS3 and Andy Starr!
There’s a pop for the returnees as Zero’s “Unbroken (Hotel Baby)” by Monster Magnet hits, and the trio walk out. They look eager to seek their revenge on Aiden, who screwed them out of their stable all those months ago. They rush down to the ring, taking the SS by surprise and causing them to exit the ring, before the referee orders the three back. Train then enters the ring, as XS3 and Starr exit, and Zero will begin the match for his team.
Bell rings
Zero quickly gets into Train, with a number of kicks to the gut. He’s not taking this reunion lightly, and clearly is a bit ticked off about something, as he brutally knees Train in the face, sending him flying back into a standing position, but clearly dazed. Zero goes to work on Train’s face, firing a couple of open hand punches, but it doesn’t seem to faze the Entertainment Champion too much. Zero hits the ropes and flies forwards, but Train gives him a reality check with a thunderous Powerslam. The ring shakes as he slams him down, and he looks up, smirking as he lifts Zero up. He plants him with a Bodyslam near his corner, and tags in Freeman. Freeman goes to work on Zero, furiously stomping him and not wanting to allow the only active member of the team in the match. He then lifts Zero up, and hits a Standing Dropkick. Zero stumbles back into an unmarked turnbuckle, and Freeman gets to his feet, firing shots into Zero’s face. With each shot, Zero reacts like he’s been shot, flying backwards. Freeman stalls with each punch, and at one point Zero is able to escape, throwing Freeman into the turnbuckle. He fires a couple of shots, before rushing to his corner and tagging in Andy Starr.
Starr enters the ring to a small pop, and the two lift Freeman out the turnbuckle. They whip him and the ropes, and send him to the floor with a double back elbow. Starr attempts the cover, but Freeman kicks out at two. Train looks like he was ready to interfere, but the referee goes and blocks him off. This gives Freeman the chance to hit a sly low blow, which the fans to take lightly, but Freeman scoffs at them. XS3 and Zero want to get involved to help their friend, but the referee now stops them from entering the ring. Freeman lifts Starr back to his feet, and whips him at the ropes. Freeman Knee Facebuster, and follows it up with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Starr lies flat on the floor, and Freeman smirks as he tags Train in again. Train relishes the opportunity, hitting the ropes and planting Starr with a huge big splash. The cover is unsuccessful though as Starr gets a shoulder up, and XS3 begins clapping, trying to get the crowd to spur him on. Train picks him up and locks him in a bear hug. He only holds it for a few moments, but each squeeze squeezes a bit more out of Starr.
Train lets go, and Starr just slumps to the floor. Train then tags Aiden in, and the fans give a very mixed reaction. Aiden has a grin on his face as he approaches Starr, and begins unleashing powerful boots in. He’s not taking any crap, and wants to dish out as much punishment to the three that relentlessly slammed his decision to join the SS as he can. He picks Starr up, whipping him at the ropes and planting him with a Flying Forearm Smash. Starr flies back down to the ground, and Aiden mocks Zero and XS3. He picks Starr up again, slowly dragging him over to a turnbuckle, and smashing his head over it. Starr has taken some assault here, and falls on his arse. Aiden shakes his head with somewhat disappointment, and knees him in the face. He then makes a cover, but Starr is able to get a shoulder up. Aiden looks almost surprised that Starr kicked out, looking at the ref with a glare as he picks Starr up. He whips Starr at the ropes, but Starr surprises Aiden with a Polish Hammer. Aiden’s temporarily stunned, and Starr quickly goes to tag in XS3.
XS3 enters through the ropes, and is quick to be the equaliser in the match. He throws a couple of heavy punches which both connect with Aiden’s face, and he then whips him at the ropes, hitting a powerful Spinning Spinebuster. He lifts Aiden up again, planting him with a Double underhook DDT. Not content with that, XS3 resumes his part in the match, lifting Aiden into a torture rack. He spins the former World Champ into a Sidewalk Slam, finishing the “Burning Cradle” manoeuvre. Aiden hasn’t been that soundly destroyed in quite some time, and is somewhat lucky to be near his corner, where Freeman is able to make a blind tag. Freeman enters the ring and quickly charges at XS3, whipping him into his own corner. But Starr and Zero hold their arms out, catching XS3 and not allowing him to ruthlessly hit the turnbuckle. He nods his head in appreciation, turning around and hitting a flying forearm smash on Freeman, sending him to the floor. He throws his arms up in the air to the crowd who cheer him back, before tagging Zero back into the match. Zero is fired up and looks like he wants to get the match ended swiftly.
Zero and Freeman meet in the centre of the ring. Zero throws a punch, but Freeman quickly throws one back, catching Zero off-guard. He throws another couple of punches, forcing Zero at the ropes, and then clubs him with a lariat. Zero falls to the ground, and Freeman then pins Aiden, who looks to relish the opportunity to get his hands on Zero. He lifts Zero up, but Zero almost instantly hits a cheap shot – an elbow to the face – and quickly goes to tag in Andrew Starr. Starr climbs into the ring, looking to be more cautious than when he was battered last time, as the two lock up. Aiden whips him at the ropes, but Starr responds with a couple of punches to the chest area. As this happens, Zero oddly jumps off the ring apron. Not paying much attention, Starr attempts a Suplex, but Aiden manages to reverse it using his strength into one of his own. He then hits a Russian Leg Sweep, quickly getting back to his feet. He lifts Starr up, and is about to go for the Sheer Exhilaration (Rude Awakening)…
…When suddenly, Jay Zero returns into the ring, bearing a steel chair! He whacks Aiden in the back, causing the referee to ring the bell instantly for the DQ. Aiden lets go of Starr, and Zero turns his attention to Freeman and Train. He swings the chair at them, but they manage to jump down from the ring apron. Aiden is doubled over in the ring, but realises he’s in a vulnerable position, so slides under the ropes and away from the psychotic Zero, who continues swinging the chair like a madman. XS3 and Starr are wise to stay away from him, as Philip makes the official announcement.
Philip: As a result of a Disqualification, your winners…Aiden Joseph, Jason Freeman and Thunder Train!
The three Senatorial Stable members are seen on the ramp, looking like they’ve just avoided death, as Zero gives them a truly manic look
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:15:40 GMT -5
Segment: Yukinanza (Credit: Sarin)
Backstage workers give Yuki Satoshi a wide berth as she struts down the corridors with a shiny VIP pass swinging from her neck. The legendary sister commands a great deal respect, having crawled out of the same birth canal that produced a wonder-fisted wunderkind. This suits Yuki quite well, and the young teen finishes her gelato with a satisfied smirk before knocking on a locker room door. Sarin's voice calls out from behind the door.
Sarin: Who is it?
Yuki: Me!
It's a voice that never fails to bring a smile to Sarin's lips. She rushes to the door and greets her small friend with a spine-crunching hug. Yuki's cheeks nearly turn blue, and she stammers out meek protest. There's a foreign wet drop on Yuki's cheek, but when she inspects Sarin post-hug, she notices her eyes are quite dry.
Sarin: You look wonderful, Yuki-chan.
Yuki: Thanks! You're not bad yourself.
Sarin giggles with great affection. She guides Yuki to a rented yellow couch.
Yuki: You know, furniture in Japan isn't usually this ugly.
Sarin: I surmised as much. Shall we sit?
Yuki nods and scooches close to Sarin, casting her an appraising scan. She looks tired--all the expensive cover up can't quite shield the tell-tale signs of weariness. However, Yuki would be amiss not to recognize her beauty shining through baggy eyes. Tired but beautiful, sad but happy. It makes Yuki's head hurt.
Sarin: Now, Yuki. How's life?
Yuki: We can chatter about me anytime. You're World Champion!
Sarin sighs, turning to the belt slung over a desk. It's not custom-made like Yoko's was, but the shiny name plate features Sarin's name, embossed in gold. Yuki cocks her head to the side, as if asking for permission, and Sarin nods readily. With great care, Yuki picks up the gold belt and lays it across her lap.
Yuki: Wow. You really did it.
Sarin: Funny, that's just what I said when I won it!
Yuki: And you have to defend it against him tonight...ew...
Sarin: Which is why we'll be leaving the arena right after the match. I don't want you anywhere near him.
Yuki: Awwww, but I can take him!
Yuki pouts, puffing out her cheeks. It's painfully reminiscent of her sister, and Sarin closes her eyes rather than look at Yuki. Fortunately, Yuki mistakes this as reflective contemplation.
Sarin: There are not many who can, Yuki. If you see him, promise me you'll run away?
Yuki: Fine, I promise. But he won't be in any condition to chase me after you're through with him!
Sarin: Here's hoping. I have enough on my plate without worrying about him.
Yuki: You mean like those creepy thin men that are following you around?
Sarin gapes at Yuki.
Sarin: How do you know...?
Yuki: Every ACW wrestler always forgets that the outside world watches the shows! We see everything that happens!
Sarin: Almost everything.
It's out before she can stop herself, and she blushes furiously. Too impatient for an explanation to care at all, Yuki presses on.
Yuki: So who are they? Why are they following you?
Sarin: I...I'm not sure...but if my intuition is right, then I think they're here to punish me....
It's Yuki's turn to gape, and she does so with gusto.
Yuki: 'Punish' you? You're a saint, Iraqi refugees and all.
Sarin: ...I wish.
Tears splash onto her black dress. Yuki scoots even closer, placing a small hand on Sarin's shoulder.
Yuki: Sarin, what's wrong? You can tell me.
Sarin: I-I'll tell y-you, b-but you're not g-going to like it...
Yuki: Trust me. I'm Yuki, remember? You're friend!
Twenty minutes later, Sarin finishes telling Yuki. She doesn't like it.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:16:43 GMT -5
Segment (OTA): As the Lights Slowly Fade - No Alarms and No Surprises (Credit: Hunter)
He sighs. He has few other choices in terms of what he can do, quite honestly. As he quietly sits in the small chair outside the closed doors of the office, he cannot help but slightly slump. He has been waiting for over a few hours now, waiting for these doors to finally fly open, giving him access to the treasures he knows can be found within. He has been on this journey for such a long time, and yet he wants to be patient in this situation. As much as he would love to just burst through the doors before him, he knows that the alarms would be tripped instantly and his journey would be for nothing. So even if he has to sit in this idle chair amid a row of similarly idle chairs, he knows full well that it is worth it. What actually happens when the morning workers arrive? What does he tell them? At the moment that is merely a side thought, he has more important things to worry about. Unless...could he get in otherwise?
Silence and stealth have never been his strengths. He doubts this thought for a moment, and then his hand rubs up against the cold steel of the handgun in his coat pocket, and he quickly changes his mind. He keeps it there and plays with the doors in front of him, trying to pull them open, finding them to almost become more tightly shut the more he pulls. He walks slightly down the hall and stands before the large glass window that overlooks the exterior of New York City. He is fifteen floors up, and regardless of the fact that it is so dark that he can hardly see the ground, he still must turn away from the window to not become sick. Height has always been an issue with him. Just as he is about to resume sitting down in the chair, he hears a noise come from way down the hall. He could have done well without it.
DING
He swallows slightly and puts his hand in his pocket, gripping the cold steel. He hears approaching footsteps from around the corner, and after a moment a gang of six men in black suits appear. All that separates him from them is a long hallway of roughly ten meters in length. He does nothing, but smirks when the five of them take out their own individual handguns.
Hunter: Oh. Goodie.
He rams through the door to his direct left, the same one that he was sitting before earlier, and he takes the entire door with him. He hears them running towards him and promptly throws the door against the doorway, and then runs deep into the room, taking his gun out of his pocket. The room that he presently runs through is an old-fashioned office, with assorted desks and computers and such scattered about. He quickly hops over a desk and hides below it, just as the men enter the room. They stop and look around, and he closes his eyes, whispers something to himself, and then quickly leaps into view and fires off a single, well-aimed shot.
BAM
The top part of the head of the man in the center is blown back, and he crumbles to the ground. Although the other five are surprised by this, Hunter reacts simply to it and proceeds to run down the length of the room. After a moment, a hail of gunfire comes his way, and he is forced to roll through assorted desks and cubicles to avoid it. He grabs a computer monitor and puts the gun down, and the moment a man appears before him he promptly slams it on his head, knocking the man out instantly. He looks at his fingers for a moment, counting.
Hunter: Four. It could be worse.
As if on cue, the four men appear from around another corner, this time all holding machine guns. Hunter's eyes widen as he quickly drops down, keeping himself as low as possible while the entire cubicle that houses him gets annihilated by the gunfire. When he hears them reloading, he gets back up and fires off a few shows, two of which manage to strike one of the men and take him down to the ground. Hunter smiles to himself and continues to run, heading directly for a large office before him, sealed off by a large wooden door. On either side there are glass windows, letting him see the interior. He props himself against the window and peers inside, and when he sees a small black box in the lower corner of the room, he smiles to himself. But just then.
CRASH
The window to his right shatters, and he turns to see one of the men approaching and firing a handgun maniacally towards him. Hunter does not move, and instead he waits until the man's clip runs out. And sure enough, a few moments later, it does. The man looks at the gun with a raised eyebrow while Hunter smiles.
Hunter: God I love firearm negligence.
He raises his gun and fires one shot into the man's forehead, causing him to fly back a few feet and drop dead to the floor. Hunter smirks and goes through the broken window into the now closed office. He approaches the small black box and leans down, attempting to put in the combination to this very badly hidden safe. He struggles for a moment...until he hears a click behind him. He turns his head to see one of the last two men standing before him, gun raised. The man circles him, find his way into the center of the office. He smiles.
Man: Turn around. You won't make it. Just give yourself up.
Hunter: Meh.
He drapes his arm around himself and manages to squeeze off a few shots into the man without even looking at him. The man is thrown back against the large windows overlooking the street outside, and another shot sends him flying through them, sailing fifteen stories to the hard ground below. Hunter attempts to open the safe again...but then he hears something else. He gets up slowly and tips his head back, looking through the broken glass window into the office. And there he sees the final man, a wide grin on his face, holding a large rocket launcher. Hunter looks bewildered.
Hunter: Oh for fuck's rutting sake!
He grabs the safe and runs to the broken window overlooking the fifteen story drop to the street below. He has few options. And just then, he hears the click and all-too-familiar sound of a fired rocket. He closes his eyes, and without another thought, he leaps...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:17:37 GMT -5
...into a soft blue mat about fifteen feet below him. The safe flies out of his hands and shatters once it hits the actual ground, revealing its contents to be nothing. Hunter struggles off the mat and puts his feet down on the ground.
?: CUT, PRINT THAT!
Hunter looks towards the direction of the voice, seeing the short, somewhat fat director approaching him with a smile on his face.
Director: Oh, Mr. Hunter, that was beautiful, a work of art! I couldn't have a better shot of all of that, it's just so...fantastic!
Hunter: I'm certain it comes out great. Although we still don't really have an explanation for where that guy got a damn rocket launcher.
Director: What do you mean?
Hunter: Well...the six of them came in wearing suits and holding pistols. Where the hell did the machine guns and rocket launchers come from?
Director: I...umm...ask Mark, I'm sure he'll know.
Hunter: ...sure thing, boss.
He looks down at the shattered safe.
Hunter: You might also want to do something about that.
Director: Eh, that's Props' problem, not mine. We won't need it for a few days.
Hunter: Are we on break?
Director: No, we're going to focus on filming the underwater base scenes, we just got the import of Swedish bikini models and we only have them for a few days.
Hunter: ...I look forward to it.
The director smiles, incapable of noting Hunter's sarcastic tone, and then turns and walks away. Hunter watches him go, closes his eyes, and begins to whisper to himself.
Hunter: Paycheck, paycheck, paycheck, paycheck, paycheck, paycheck...
He trails off, still quietly mumbling the word to himself as he walks by the large blue mat and through the field of cameras and lighting equipment. He does not need to look back at the large office set specifically constructed for this project, as he has seen it enough over the past week. He's just tired, and thankfully for him, he now has a little time to relax. And so with that final thought, he approaches the door in the back of the warehouse, opens it, and walks outside into the shimmering light of the present day.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:19:22 GMT -5
“When Steve Met Winter” Credit: Senator, Kenny [Tonight, despite making the much awaited return to ACW, has been no different than the last few weeks in the life of Senator Steve Phillips - a struggle. The pain that resides in his body laughs at him after every step and heckles him for even attempting to walk. It should know better than to discourage Phillips; it only helps motivate him. Now in the not so comfy confines of his makeshift locker room, the Senator from Illinois finds himself having trouble completing a routine task which results in a jump of his blood pressure. Angered, he tosses his cane without thinking which only makes things worse as he is now on a one way ticket to the floor. Luckily for Steve, he has a guardian angel looking after him, and with one fell swoop, she catches him.] Winter York: Looks like you could use a hand. Senator: Excuse me? [The Senator turns his head over to his mysterious safety net with a mind riddled with curiosities.] Winter: Well, perhaps a new leg would be more helpful but a hand should suffice for the moment. Senator: Who might this charming lady be? And if would not mind my asking, how exactly did you get in here? Winter: A “you’re welcome” would have been nice, but anyway, you have just been saved from certain floor death by a girl named Winter York! Nice to meet you! [Still in a state of “shock and awe,” (which is normal for anyone who meets Winter for the first time) the Senator’s brain doesn’t even register Winter’s hand latching onto his own for what turns out to be a one person venture. What he fails to realize is that his appearance has done the same to her, only tenfold.] Winter: And my brother told me to wait in here for him. [During his absence he has been in the loop enough to deduce this woman can only be the extended family of only one of his stable mates.] Senator: Hmm, well, a few deductions leave one solution...you are Aiden’s half sister, are you not? Winter: That would be me! Senator: Well, it is most certainly a pleasure to meet you, but if do not mind, I think I can handle this myself. Better that I get used to moving around like this, anyway. Winter: Wow, you are just as proud and overly stubborn as he said you would be. [Not sure whether to be displeased or humored, Senator turns his head at Winter and gives her his most executive look.] Senator: Oh, is that so? Winter: Whoops! [Her gaff exposed, Winter turns a brilliant shade of scarlet and covers her mouth with both her hands.] Senator: In any event, thank you for your assistance, Ms. Winter, but if you will please excuse me, I am very busy, as you can see. The United States Senate is a full time job, mix that with the press circus that wrestling often is, and throw in a nasty injury, and time becomes a precious commodity. Winter: Fine then, let me grab you your long stick. [Her brain leaps in front of her mouth. Now wanting to turn around and rush out the door in embarrassment, her pride anchors her feet into the carpet as she gazes back into an eyebrow-raised look from Senator Phillips.] Senator: Pardon me? Winter: I mean, your cane! Your cane! Senator: Oh... thank you. [Winter grabs Steve’s cane from the floor and places it in his hands. Still feeling abashed, Winter makes haste and puts as much distance as possible between herself and the Senator. Out of countenance she leaves, turning only to say goodbye.] Winter: Nice meeting you! ~!~SMACK~!~ [When it rains, it pours. Not paying attention to where she is going, Winter runs directly into the door fame putting her current levels of discomfort on overload.] Senator: Watch out for that door there...that just might require an icepack, which either Dr. Gibson or Dr. Makabe will be happy to present to you if you seek them out, down the hallway to the left. Winter: Yeah... heh. [She finally escapes. Halfway down the hall, Winter waves air to her face with her flicking hand so she doesn’t pass out. Hail to the chief indeed.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:20:08 GMT -5
Segment: My wife's off limits thank you (Credit: Red/BK London)
Flashing back to last week on Meltdown, we're brought to the scene in which Mrs. Red confesses to Mr. Red that she has been taking some wrestling lessons from BK London in the ring, and while this didn't seem to bother the former two time Entertianment Champion at the time.
Returning back to backstage at the Anniversary show, Mr. Red is watching on one of the monitors in the interview area the tag team match from last week featuring him and his wife.
He watches her take care of business like she was born to do so. He watches her hit the double knee backbreaker and the double knee facebreaker that she said would be her finishers.
Mr. Red stops the tape and begins to make his way back to the locker room. He rounds a corner and nearly gets ran over by another figure going in the opposite direction. Upon looking up, he sees that it's none other than BK London who appears to be in a rush.
BK London: Oh, sorry Red.
BK London rushes off, but Mr. Red isn't exactly done with the former ACW Champion.
Mr. Red: Yo BK - hold up for a second. I have to tell you something.
He doesn't have much time for Red with his match coming up in less than 30 minutes, but he back tracks and turns towards Red.
BK London: What Red? I don't have a lot of time left, my match is starting soon.
Mr. Red: I just want to thank you for teaching Mrs. Red how to wrestle. I never thought of getting or even giving her wrestling lessons.
BK London: It was nothing, really. But I really have to go...
Mr. Red: Just one more thing before you do..
An aggravated sigh comes from BK London.
BK London: What?
Mr. Red: I'd appreciate it if you didn't give my wife any more lessons. Ok? It's not that I don't respect you, it's that I would rather be the one to teach my wife the ways of the ring. Besides, now that you're single I don't really...
BK London: ...you don't really what?
Mr. Red: I don't really trust you around my wife. Thanks anyway for your time, and good luck in your match.
And with that, the bit overprotective Mr. Red walks off camera leaving BK London a bit confused at what just went on. Never has the thought sprang in his head to steal another man's wife, but he wouldn't be able to concentrate on that any longer. His match was rapidly approaching, and he had yet to find any real time for himself to prepare tonight.
He walked off camera and the scene faded out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:20:40 GMT -5
Segment: Foundation of Legacy (Credit: FSX)
Trouble is something that will always present itself when there is a serious battle on the horizon, but as there are two in the clear distance of Fallen Souls, one must imagine that he is having trouble finding focus on one or the other. In one hand there is the man that caused him quite a bit of grief over the years, yet at the same time allowed him to be filled with an undeserved feeling of accomplishment as he watched him move on to stardom! Though he might not of deserved a thing of credit from the time that he spent with Kudo, and the fact that the short lived stable that they formed as a team truly didn't amount to anything notable, he will still live with that sense of satisfaction until the end of time...unless of course Kudo was to beat it out of him tonight. Something that is very possible. On the other hand, there's Sarin. What more can possibly be said of this woman? She is a danger to a career that has spanned more then a decade, and despite paying absolutely no attention to the World Title situation that happens to be at hand is herald as an overwhelming favorite going into Omega Effect. Is there anything that can be done about that, however? Perhaps it's inevitable...but that isn't important for the time being.
FSX: So he managed to have a legacy of his own, did he? That's interesting...I wouldn't of expected it after how he ended his career here.
Fallen seems to be quite busy in the midst of pondering something to himself at the moment as he is seated currently within his own locker room, sighing softly as he seems to be quite prepared for his upcoming match. Well...at least physically. His mind is in a whole other place, but with Fallen involved that isn't exactly anything to be very shocked over. But given the fact that he was so motivated just a few moments earlier on it does seem just a bit strange, as many would at least assume that the similar effect would of happened from Kudo's speech earlier on. As things stand that appears to be anything but the case, and Fallen is slowly sinking back into a state of depression. Again.
FSX: He did his best, and gave it all of his effort..and now all of the sudden he's taking credit for the success of myself. It's not his doing that brought me to the big picture, after all...if anything his message never would of been spread if I hadn't been there to help him! Then again, I could just be exaggerating again..ahh..I don't know. I just don't think that I should be viewed with that sort of pride. I'm not trying to help prove that Junior Heavyweights can overcome the barrier that is placed in front of them at all times, after all...it's bigger then that.
Believing himself to be doing something noble for all might of created a sort of complex for Fallen, though many would likely try to believe that it wasn't the case. He tried so hard for others, after all...a sick self satisfaction that he may take from it all was simply coincidental in the end...wasn't it? He didn't even know for sure anymore, though he did know that the entirety of it disappointed him deeply. Shifting a bit in his seat as he consistently rubbed at his temples for a moment, he seemed to of broke concentration before he looked up once more to the camera. Perhaps this was all too harsh...
FSX: Then again, maybe I really should take it in stride. It's been a long while since anyone has showed me a hint of kindness in this company, and no one appears to be really supporting the struggle I'm dealing with at the moment. I just can't understand that, you know? I figured they would be happy with me...I'm doing this all for them, after all. Instead it seems as if everyone is complaining that someone such as myself is receiving a World Title shot instead of themselves, and not even taking a moment to consider what I've had to sacrifice to get to this place. I mean...I've ostracized myself from those that could support me through this. I've alienated my family, and literally abused my friends. All so I could put my career on the line, for them..all of them.
There seemed to be a glint of anger in Fallen's eyes as he stood up from his seat and began to make his way around the locker room, looking at it's bare and empty walls with disgust as he knew all too well what had brought him to this point...But self sacrifice simply wasn't something that many found reason to appreciate, and this wouldn't change at the tip of a hat. Many were bitter toward the entire situation, and Fallen just couldn't understand what all of the fuss was for. It seemed so unneccesary...Especially given the prospect of this all was to prove that anyone and everyone could make it to the top if they gave it their all.
FSX: But none of them seem to care about the big picture. They just go ahead and deem me unworthy of my quest. Decide that I don't deserve the shot at the title that I've done everything and more to earn, and that they have somehow been robbed by not receiving the chance before me. Since it's not as if I've been trying to get to this point for over a decade or anything. No, it's nothing like that! It's as if they all don't want me to fight for the rights that I think they all deserve, and most of them just won't let me...It's madness. They stand nothing to lose from any of this, yet they'll hinder me at any chance they get. Kudo never had to deal with these problems, so why should I?! I'm only doing all of this because I believe they have what it takes to be at the top!
Smiling for a simple moment, Fallen raised his head and looked around the room now as if it was filled with something. But what? Allies? Pride? Perhaps simply a sort of respect that he could only truly award to himself at this point, but regardless he saw it as full. This was a good step, given circumstance, and if Fallen could become alright with everyone despising him for his mission then he could truly help everyone. Make this place better! But then again...nothing was going to stop it all from being hard, and it would only grow harder as time persisted. He couldn't take being alone for much longer, after all. Talking to himself would get him thrown back in the asylum eventually!
FSX: I just don't know how to deal with all of this sometimes, and that's really my downfall with all of this. I'm not doing it for the praise, I'm doing it for the people. Even if they don't notice my contribution to it all and everything that I have given up for all of this, it will still be there. Even if it's not recognized, it will still be my legacy. That's all I really want...something to tie me to this place, even after it's all over. Win or lose I'll still have that.
Perhaps it was just symbolic, but accomplishment through failure seemed destined for Fallen since he began this mission. Despite the fact that the fateful time has yet to come, many have written this off as a rather one way street. That Sarin will simply win the match and go on to have a reign that is more self-absorbed then it is interesting, and that the World Title would eventually suffer a damage many wouldn't soon forget. Seeing what the title has done to it's passed few champions it's no surprise. Still, however...
FSX: Though it doesn't change the fact that I intend on winning, and that losing isn't really all that much of an option for me. I'm not going to retire yet, and that's just that. Sarin might be the champion right now, but she isn't acting like a proper champion. She's not giving the belt the time it deserves, or considering her challengers worthy of her time. She hasn't even really acknowledged me, and that's considering I'm the one contender she can't avoid. She doesn't need to win nearly as much as I do, and she won't have as much heart as I do...despite what anyone might say, no one wants this more then me. Not for the moment, at least. I just need to go that extra mile and grab it. Just once...
It's almost hard to believe that someone who has been a part of wrestling for so long hasn't received a turn at the top of a promotion, but that was the simple case for Fallen. He'd attempted countless times to reach that pinnacle and only fail in the dying moments, and that would likely continue on into the future. Still, just being crowned a champion of such a stature once would truly make his career complete...kind of ironic, actually.
FSX: I guess I should probably stop talking to myself about now though, right? It'll just look weird in the end, and I do it way too often. Though I suppose having conversations with yourself is just another side effect of alienating yourself from anyone and everyone else. What a great way for me to potentially end my career, alone and delving closer and closer to pure insanity? It's almost funny..in the most depressing way. Ah well...there's really nothing that can be done about all of this now, after all. Thoughts of Sarin can wait, because Kudo is the real task at hand. He's nothing close to a laughing matter...this is going to be painful.
Laughing softly to himself, Fallen rubbed gently to the back of his head and slowly made his way over to the locker room door. He'd head off and sprint around the arena a few times to loosen up! That would help him feel a bit more brisk and pleased with how the night presented itself, right? Kudo would kill him in the ring if he wasn't ready, after all...no time to waste! That said, it seems Fallen has wasted all of his time as a backstage attendant suddenly rushes into the room, clearly in a bit of distress.
FSX: Hmm...? Can't you see I'm busy chatting with myself about all of my troubles well dying a little bit more on the inside? What is it?
Intern: Oh, your match is about to start. I was told to head down here and make sure your ready...uh...do you want to forfeit?
FSX: Why would I? This is a match that I've been waiting impatiently for since the very moment that it was announced, and it should be alot of fun. So if you don't mind, I'll be going down there and giving the people a show! At least they can still appreciate me!
Such an odd question, but what possible purpose could it have? Everyone knows that Fallen is always an unbalanced nut job until he makes his way into the ring, and even then he's usually a bit more off then he naturally should be! Though there really is no point to that now..Nodding just once to the Intern and making his way out of the room, Fallen would be off to face his next challenge on the road to Omega Effect. Some may even say that this is the greatest one of all..and perhaps that is indeed the fact. Whatever the case may be, Fallen is ready to give it his all! But will that be enough against someone such as Kudo? Could be!
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:21:12 GMT -5
Match 4: Blast from the Past #2 Fallen Souls vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: FSX)
There are few things more rare then a prominent star of the past returning after a long abscence, and giving the crowd a performance they've been impatiently awaiting. There are a few exceptions to this rule, but Kudo Yasuda is far from one of them. After taking a rather long sabbatical and effectively being released a few months later, many held tightly onto a burning hope that Kudo would one day return to an ACW ring. This seemed to be more unlikely with each passing day, but the belief remained strong with his faithful group of fans, and those that took the R-3 words to heart. When the Anniversary show was brought up many immediantly jumped to the conclussion that it would be the perfect place for Kudo to return, but the early rumored card had no mention of the Mr. K.O. But as time persisted, and fans sent bombs to the ACW building time and time again, there really was little choice in the matter! It was time for a return, even if just for a day...and who better to oppose him then the man who found himself constantly involved in the life of Kudo in one way or another? Fallen Souls could easily be considered what Kudo will become in a few years time, though there is great chance that the young star will overcome such a point. Regardless, they fight tonight for nothing but Respect, and will hold no friendship in the ring...as Phillip makes his way once more into the squared circle, it's time we begin a match many have long anticipated...
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our second Blast from the Past of the evening!
So many greats have returned to an ACW ring for one single match in the past, and this year none of them were a bigger star then Kudo himself! Many in attendance can't hold in their excitement and a soft Ya-su-da chant begins deep within the arena, though doesn't seem to grow monumentaly just yet as Phillip prepares to introduce are competitiors!
Phillip: Introducing first is the man representing ACW's current roster, and is our Number One Contender for the World Title going into Omega Effect...
Many in the audience fall to a hush as they know all too well who it is, and many may wonder just how they are to react to the man given the Kudo love in the building. Seeing he holds his opponents key values and endorsment, it comes as no real surprise as many begin to cheer when 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer begins to play through the arena, and Fallen slowly emerges from the backstage area once again. He looks out to his individual cheering fans and smiles softly, loving the respect they reward him as he makes his way down to the ring.
Phillip: He hails from Seoul, South Korea and weighs in tonight at 192 pounds....FALLEN SOULS!
Graciously taking a few moments to given some sort of cheesy pose and the like for those that would start a very somber FSX chant in the crowd, Fallen eventually simply rolls into the ring and prepares himself. He knew the man he was facing quite well, but it was a well known fact that he had never defeated the man. Could this be the night that the story changes? Or would the defeaning cheering for Kudo not allow that? As the lights dimmed in the arena, we were clearly about to find out...
Phillip: And his opponent....Hailing from KYOTO, JAPAN!...He weighs in tonight at 200 pounds flat...Representing the illustrious past of ACW, he is KUUUUUUUUDOOOO YAAAAASUUUUDAAA!
As the lights of the arena begin to flash a bit, and 'Poison' by Takashi Sorimachi begins to play, there was no containing the reaction of his fan section. Probably because the entire arena was his fan section. It was an impossible task to find someone that didn't love Kudo, and it was evident by the fact that even the referee began to applaud as Kudo once again made his way out from the back and down toward the ring, draped once more in the ARMADA flag as he was prepared for battle. There was a sign of satisfaction on Kudo's face as he listened to everyone cheer so despratly for him, and the fact everyone would show him praise was something to be respected. Slowly making his way into the ring and waving the ARMADA flag for a brief moment to loud 'R-3!!' cries from many in attendance, he eventually handed it off to an attendant and stared over at Fallen as Phillip got out of the ring. This was it...this was the moment of truth.
Bell Rings.
Thus the match of the century begins once more, and the loud cheers of those in attendance doesn't die down in the slightest. Fallen has a look around the audience for a brief moment as they continued to express their love for the hero of many, he could only shake his head and smile before moving toward Kudo and extending a hand. There was only one way he could see this starting off properly, and that was with a handshake of good will! Unfortunately, it seems that Kudo knows all too well the risks of shaking the hand of a man before the end of a match. Not even giving a moment to reject such an offer, Kudo quickly rushes forth and delivers a stiff kick to the side of Fallen, sending the clearly surprised X back a bit from the sheer force of the strike. Gasping softly as he hadn't expected such a quick start to the contest, Kudo doesn't allow a moment for breathing or realization of just how fast paced he planned on all of this being. Launcing himself forward on a moments notice toward Fallen once again, he was quick to raise a leg up in means to take off the head of Fallen in a swift movement, though things wouldn't be just that simple. Ducking the kick that could of well decapitated him, Fallen still appears to be in a bit of shock as he backs away from his opponent, trying to regain his boundries as he clearly wasn't ready for any of this. Perhaps this was teaching Fallen a valuable lesson that he could take on later, but for the moment it was just teaching him how to accept a beating with open arms. Stalking Fallen down as he tried to back away and avoid the early aggression of Kudo, a swift Forearm strike the side of the face might just be enough to knock some sense back into the number one contender. Shaking his head a bit as he stumbled back from the blow, Fallen seemed to finally comprehend the whole situation and attempt to at least defend himself as Kudo came forward with a sudden Roundhouse Kick, raising his arms in order to block his head only to get booted in the gut, dropping down to a knee from this. The quick feet of Kudo was already proving to be a bit of a problem for him, as he barely managed to look up before recieving a stiff kick to the side of the head and dropping down to the mat in a heap. Kudo could feel himself decimating the way that he had so many times in the past, and it would only fill him with more energy! As Fallen groggily moved around the mat a bit, his opponent was busy working the crowd and jumping from foot to foot, just ready to strike once again!
Rather then allow things to work in the same pattern that they had so easily however, Fallen was quite quick to roll out of the ring and take a single moment to breathe. This was all so much and so fast, and he wasn't quite sure how to get back into this match. This was usually a worry that he would be dealing with quite a bit later on, but that seems to be anything but the case tonight! Panting and trying his best to regain his breathe as he leans back against the ring he wouldn't be paying any mind to just what Kudo was doing within it. Who was he to allow Fallen to rest after all! Taking a good look at the position that Fallen was in as he rested back against the ring, Kudo was quick to run into the ropes and come dashing back toward Fallen with no regard for human life! Leaping up just barely into the air as he approaches the other side of the ring, Kudo takes a hold of the top rope and literally swings himself forward with his momentum, sending his legs between the middle and bottom ropes in order to drill a stiff dropkick to the back of Fallen's head, sending him down to the ground on the outside as Kudo was launched back into the ring safely, many chanting his name already just from watching that single move. Raising an arm to his fans for a moment as Fallen was just plain out of it on the outside the referee decided it time to begin a ten count! Would this match come to a close so soon via count out? One would prefer to think that not the case, despite how likely it seems at the moment! Hearing the count through his disoriented and groggy state, Fallen slowly rolled onto his side and literally seemed to crawl back toward the ring, grabbing desprately at the apron in order to pull himself back into the ring as he seemed to be utterly confused and lost for the time being, sliding under the bottom rope as the count reached 8, only to literally lay there silently for a moment. Perhaps he'd suffered a concussion from the hard kick? Not about to waste a moment to find out if there was something seriously wrong in this contest, Kudo begins to pull together some energy and drag the slumping form of Fallen off the mat. As if he was scrapping a carcus from the sidewalk, Kudo slowly brings Fallen to his feet....only to quickly return him back to the ground with a simple snapmare. Why be so nice? Perhaps to drive Fallen back up to a seated position, as Kudo doesn't waste a moment sending three stiff kicks to the back of Fallen's head. CRACK! SMACK! FRACK! The sounds may vary, but the contact is incredibly evident as Fallen slouches over for a moment, slowly falling over onto his side almost in a little ball. One would imagine that Kudo was engaging a simple jobber based off the appearence of this match so far, and perhaps that's the case after all! Feeling notably accomplished with himself thus far, Kudo would take a moment to rile the crowd up a bit more by simply nudging the broken form of FSX. So brutal...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:21:32 GMT -5
But would it all end up being enough when the end of this match comes? One has to imagine based off how things are looking at the moment, and Kudo slowly drags up the almost motionless form of FSX at this point, feeling the weakness in his legs as he has to hold him up for a few moments. Deciding this was likely more trouble then it was worth at the moment, Kudo wouldn't waste a moment before he nailed a backdrop on Fallen and sent him once more to the ground in a lump, a bit disappointed that his former rival didn't appear to be putting up any sort of a fight at this point. Sighing softly to himself in disappointment, Kudo would slowly walk back over to him and lift up his head for a moment, deciding to drop down and pull his opponent into a front headlock for the moment, before yelling out the the crowd and taking on almost a demonic look upon his face for the moment, leaning back and delivering knee after knee to Fallen's skull. If he wasn't concussed before, he would be now! Rocking the body of his opponent back and forth with each consecutive knee, it seemed quite likely that the referee would soon call for the bell and put an end to this beat down! It actually appears to be the case as the ref suddenly taps on the shoulder of Kudo to break the hold, before pointing out that Fallen had a foot under the bottom rope. A bit irritated by this Kudo began to drag Fallen's body back to the middle of the ring, before suddenly feeling a light jab to his gut. What's this..? Looking down in surprise as Fallen seems to of been temporarily revived from the constant drilling blows to his head, Kudo soon feels jab after jab to his midsection. Smirking slightly at the sign of life, Kudo decides to go ahead and release the hold for the moment, quickly returning to his feet and watching Fallen for a moment as he struggled to get up. This was more what he wanted to see! Waiting paitently for Fallen to slowly and desprately do his best to return to his feet, he began a quick charge as he saw that Fallen had managed to make it up to a knee, grinning sadistically as it almost looked like he would go ahead and nail the Yakuza Knee already! Not about to let this happen however, Fallen suddenly jumps up as Kudo approaches and takes his first real notable offense of the match, bringing Kudo down quickly with an Elbow Smash. Well aware that such a move wouldn't have him down for any notable time, Fallen stumbled up to his feet and tried to get back into things, taking a few empty swings at Kudo as he saw him get back to his feet, and nearly falling over each time that he happened to miss. Deciding this a bit sad for his liking, Kudo took a hold of Fallen and attempted to drop him with a DDT, only to get a stiff collection of knees to the gut and feel FSX suddenly nail him with a Claw Slam, rushing his skull to the mat. Perhaps this would end up a fight after all!
As both men lay down on the mat for a few moments due to the previous manuver, it was notable that regardless of what happened at this point Fallen needed a decent amount of time to truly recover from what he had experienced earlier on in the match. Slowly making his way back up to his feet, many would be quite surprised by Fallen's will to carry on given the beating that he has endured thus far, slowly dragging himself back to a standing position and looking down at Kudo with a grin....only to fall back down to his knees as Kudo quickly got back to his feet. Clearly Kudo still had more stamina then his opponent, though it might not be as overwhelming as it seemed for a good long porition of the contest up to this point. Looking quite irritated to have been brought down so suddenly a few moments earlier, Kudo began to drill FSX with a barrage of blows of all sorts. Many of them appeared as simple rapid fire kicks, though the notable jab and elbow would be thrown in from time to time. Not even initially making an effort to defend himself against such an attack, Fallen could only groan softly as he was brought such pain from blow after blow. Taking a moment to bring a bit of variety to the combo that he was delivering, Kudo moved forward to suddenly drop FSX with the DDT that he attempted earlier. Instead of simply releasing it, however, he would allow Fallen's head to bounce off the mat and use that momentum to sit up once again, only to fall back with another DDT, over and over again. Eventually it came to a point where Fallen just wasn't bouncing anymore, and it was notable that he was down and out once again. Rather then simply risk the chance of a surprising recovery this time around however, Kudo was quick to drag Fallen slowly back up to his feet. No...he wouldn't have any more nonsense from his opponent. Holding him up for just a moment, it wasn't long before Kudo let out a thunderous cry once again and lifted Fallen up into the air, clearly not very used to holding any sort of size and weight advantage he may of overjudged the energy needed to perform the manuver, and found himself leaping into the air as he came down with a BRAAAAAAAAINBUUUUUSTAAAH! Allowing Fallen's skull to clearly bounce off the mat, Kudo smirked and quickly moved atop his opponent. This was his time, and he could just sense victory in the air! As the referee dropped to count the pin, this could very well be it!
ONEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....!?
That simply wouldn't be it, however! Fallen wasn't about to give up fighting yet, even if it made blatant sense to do so! Looking almost in shock at the fact that he hadn't managed to capture the victory. Fallen may very well currently be unaware that he managed to kick out of the attempt in time as well, seeing he makes no effort to get up just yet as Kudo slams a fist into the mat and gets up, clearly wondering just what he would have to do in order to finish all of this if a jumping brainbuster wouldn't be enough. Slowly dragging Fallen back up to his feet, it would be clear that FSX still had the lofty intent of getting back into this match somewhere in his mind, as he didn't seem to waste a moment trying to nail a move on Kudo! As he was being lifted back up, Fallen notably would try to hit some sort of swift DDT in order to change the momentum of things, though he was completely refused. Upon failing there he attempted to leap up and hit what appeared to be a hurricanrana, only to be caught in mid air and held there for the moment by Kudo. Not about to be powerbombed back to the mat after almost losing a moment earlier, Fallen pushed down on the top of Kudo's head in order to effectively launch himself up and over his opponent, stumbling a bit as he landed and tried to recover quickly, knowing that Kudo would always be ready to take him out once again. Turning around it appeared that was already the case, letting out a bit of a gasp as he ducked a swinging roundhouse kick from his opponent and found himself in control of Kudo's back! He wouldn't get a better chance then this at this point! Moving forward and quickly taking a hold of him, it looked almost as if Fallen was attempting a pointless Chickenwing at one point, only to quickly change his mind and nail a sleeperhold slam! Finally something had worked for him! Realizing if he wanted to truly get back into this match that he would have no choice but follow up on everything quite quickly from this point on, Fallen turned around and swiftly dove in the air in order to land a Senton Splash. Looking almost as if Kudo would roll out of the way at first and avoid contact that quickly was proven to not be the case, Fallen notably pleased to of hit the move and quickly returning to his feet. Thinking fast, he would begin to pull Kudo up once again with the obvious intent of bringing him down with another manuver, only to have be grabbed onto himself as Kudo attempted a small package! Not about to let things fall so easily, and trying to think fast on his feet, Fallen quickly grabbed for Kudo in the same fashion and dropped his opponent with the Small Package DDT! Gasping a moment later as he was clearly having a bit of trouble catching his breathe after all of this, Fallen would laze back on the mat as Kudo was out for the moment. Such a workout...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:21:59 GMT -5
Knowing that the match was still far from over, Fallen would slowly drag himself back up to his feet and groan softly at the sound of people trying to rally behind Kudo. That couldn't be good for his chances at this point, and he was well aware of that fact. Slowly trying to lift up the fallen for of Kudo, his eyes shot open as Kudo grabbed a hold of his wrist and suddenly pulled himself up, taking advantage of the suddenly surprise faction and leaping up to hit a Rolling Liger Kick, sending FSX into an obviously dazed state as he stumbled around the ring a bit confused and attempting to regain his boundries. Finding himself resting up against the turnbuckle, it seemed to dawn upon him that this wasn't really the ideal place for him to be in a match against someone who really enjoyed to stab kick after kick into their opponent. Unfortunately he would be a moment too late in realizing this, cursing himself softly as Kudo raced over to him and began to drill him with rapid knee striks and kicks to the midsection, occasionaly jumping up to land a swift kick to the side of Fallen's head and generally attempt to put him in a similarily inhebriated state that nearly had him defeated earlier on in the contest. Taking note that Fallen was beginning to slowly sink down the turnbuckle, Kudo backed away from him for the moment and seemed to run around the ring for the moment. That's usually not a very good sign...As his run was coming close to an end, Fallen began to come too once again. Seeing that Kudo was racing toward him and jumping in the air with the clear intent of driving boots into his face once again, Fallen would quickly push himself away from the corner and allow Kudo to simply land his feet on the bottom turnbuckle, effectively hitting nothing. Not about to let that discourage him, Kudo quickly raced up to the top rope and looked back over his shoulder as he saw FSX returning to his feet, taking in a deep breathe before diving back and spinning midair to hit a variation of the Roaringiri. Talk about painful. His head literally spinning upon contact of the move, Fallen would stumble around just a bit before dropping down to the mat in a heap. Not about to let an obvious chance pass him by, Fallen would quickly rush over to Fallen and go for the pin, the referee already prepared to make the count. Talk about conspiracy!
ONEEEEEEEE.............
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO........
T----
But hark, not a three this time either? It seems that this time around Kudo broke the pin as Fallen looked about to shoot an arm up, quickly taking a hold of that arm as he sees him rise it instinctively and pull Fallen suddenly into a Dragon Sleeper, quickly grabbing the body scissors as well as he stretched back and yelled quite loud and inaudibly into Fallen's ear, knowing he had him trapped this time and that he couldn't simply kick out of a sleeper like this! Wrenching the move all he could and trying his best to put Fallen out, the referee remained in position to call for the bell and allow an ending to this contest! But as he watched closely for Fallen to tap out, or literally pass out under the sheer pressure that the move would put on him, it didn't seem to be the case in any way shape or form just yet. There was a look in his eyes that just screamed of a desire for victory, and he wasn't about to surrender so easily at this point. Burning determination notable within him, many in attendance were heard booing when Fallen began to suddenly struggle against the move and attempt to push his way out of it, shifting and squirming to a point where he managed to escape the bodyscissors that were placed on him and begin to roll his body back. The counter itself looked quite unbelievable in a sense, as Fallen would do his best to roll over his body and literally flip himself well being held in the move, using his small size to drop over and begin dropping knees onto Kudo's head in a desprate attempt to break his way out of the move. Despite wrenching it and doing his best not to simply release him it would eventually become a bit too much, and Kudo had no choice but to let go and roll away from the knees. Looking back and appearing to be almost impressed with the show that Fallen had put on a few moments earlier to escape the hold, he would show him a sign of respect by allowing him a single moment to get out of the ball that he had been left in from countering out of the move and return to his feet. Then again, he may of just been waiting for an opportunity to clearly drive the head right off of Fallen's shoulders! That seemed more and more like the case as Kudo suddenly made a dash forward and attempted to nail the Yakuza Knee once again, Fallen stepping to the side this time and taking a quick hold of Kudo in the air to drop him down with a Rainbow STO and take a single moment to breathe in the madness of the moment, wiping sweat from his head as they both found their way to the mat once again for the moment. This time, it seemed more about who could rise first and take a distinct advantage of the contest...after all, the next person up could very feasibly win the match!
So just who would it be? The dominant and legendary Kudo, or the man who simply will not give up the fight by the name of Fallen Souls? It appears as if either man has what it takes to capture this contest at this point, but neither has made much headway on returning to their feet just yet. The referee looks about to start up a count to get things going before they go ahead and start regardless, Kudo suddenly kipping up and looking almost as if he was filled with as much energy as he was earlier on in the contest, a wide grin on his face as he stares down to the prone form of Fallen and quickly drags his opponent back to his feet as well. He wasn't about to lose this contest, after all, it was his to win! Quickly taking a good hold of Fallen as he rose him back to his feet, Kudo would find himself dropping shot after shot to each side of the number one contender. Blow after blow would land to his sides, and they seemed to be growing stiffer and stiffer as timer persisted on, eventually to the point where Kudo simply pushed Fallen back and hit a Spiral Dropkick. Looking quite impressive upon hitting the move, a reasonably pleased Kudo would watch as Fallen attempted his best to shoot right back up after being nailed with it and return right back into the action, only to tumble back over and cry out softly as he held onto his now notably damaged sides, almost appearing to already be bruised from the very stiff shots that he just recieved. Clearly quite a bit pleased with himself at this point, Kudo would slowly drag Fallen back up to a vertical base and take a hold of his arm, intent on whipping him into the turnbuckle and perhaps rushing toward him with a stiff knee! This seems as if it won't be the case, however, as Fallen suddenly finds the energy to reverse the move and send Kudo flying over into the turnbuckle! Grinning a bit to himself at the temporary advantage, Fallen suddenly looks to the exact same thing that Kudo was planning to do and rushes quickly toward the corner, ready to hit a knee as he sees Kudo move out of harms way a bit early. As he was still running at the time and not already leaping up to attempt the knee, Fallen would take advantage of the time he was given and instead dash up the ropes, pushing himself back quite a bit and nailing Kudo with the acclaimed Launch Kick, however without the impact neccesary to actually send him backward. Quickly falling to the mat in a bit of a crash and burn type situation, Kudo would soon do the same and both men were once again down. Not to be outdone from earlier, Fallen suddenly leans himself back and uses a good bit of energy to kip back up to his feet, clutching onto his stomach as he does so. Looking around for a moment wearily, he spots that Kudo is laid out on the mat and rushes back over to the turnbuckle, doing his best to simply dive up to the top and come back down with a quick Defiance of Death! Though the move didn't look as pretty as Fallen may of liked, it still landed without much issue and he quickly hooked both legs! This was his first chance at a pin in this contest, and the way it was going it may very well be his last! As the referee dropped down, the fated count would begin...
.......................ONEEEEEEE!!!!!!!
...................................TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
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...? It seems that the count has suddenly came to a stop, and as Fallen slowly raises his head to have a look as to just why it would suddenly stop on him like that he immediantly showed a look of disgust at the reason, shaking his head quite a few times as he spotted that Kudo was far too close to the ropes to begin with, and had little trouble getting his foot up onto one before the three. Evidently disappointed with himself, and well aware that he might of just ruined his best chance of winning the match upon not catching Kudo in a better position of the ring, an upset Fallen slowly lifts the fallen form of Kudo off the mat once again and tries to think out to himself just what else can possibly be done in order to obtain victory in this contest. Well he's in the midst of thinking to himself however, Kudo would of course be able to react to the situation and recover! It wasn't as if he was completely out of it, after all! Gasping upon realizing that Kudo was awakened by the notable delay, Fallen attempted to shield himself as a knee suddenly shot up and took nailed him under the chin, and he found himself stumbling backward once again. Realizing that he once again had a good chance to end this match before things grew too insurmountable on his part, Kudo again ran forward with the intent of nailing the Yakuza Knee on Fallen. The only difference this time around was that he had no trouble whatsoever hitting the move, getting all of his body weight behind it as it was a pure thing of beauty! Unfortunately he may of just got too much of the move, and could only stare on in shock as Fallen luckily stumbled backward and fell to the outside of the ring once again through the ropes! Gripping at his hair and shaking his head in utter disgust of what had just happened, Fallen was clearly unconscious on the outside of the ring! At least Kudo will still win this match by count out! But that's clearly not the ending that he was hoping for, and after a moment of hesitation Kudo rolls out of the ring and does his best to lift up the completely motionless form of Fallen Souls, arguously rolling him back into the ring and following. He could still win this match by pinfall if he so pleased, and that was the only acceptable way that he would be happy with a victory this evening! Pulling Fallen's form to the middle of the ring, Kudo dropped down to his knees and laid down over Fallen for the pin, hooking a leg and pulling over it as the referee dropped to make the count. This was just the way things were meant to be...
..........................ONEEE!!!!
.....................................TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
..................................................................THREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
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