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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:22:21 GMT -5
.....Well, just about. No, it seems that the moments of hesitation and the chance of recovery that Fallen got on the outside of the ring was just enough for him to regain enough sense to barely get a shoulder up in time, and Kudo appears to be in utter awe that this contest is yet to come to a close! Shaking his head as he isn't sure just what needs to be done in order to properly put away Fallen at this point, he slowly reaches down and pulls upon the hair of Fallen in order to return him to his feet. If the Yakuza Knee wasn't enough the first time around he would have no choice but to explore more of his wide arsenal, and to ensure that there was no hope for Fallen's escape! Holding his opponent up for a few moments as he wasn't quite positive just what he should do with him, Kudo smirked then pulled Fallen up close to him, hooking a leg as he suddenly delivers the K.O Exploder! Such an impact without any error causes many in attendance to stand from their seats, cheering quite loud as Fallen was brought down to the mat once again. However, he doesn't stay down for very long. No, if Kudo was to win the match he was going to make sure that there was no more hope that Fallen could possibly escape the pinfall! Holding his opponent up for a moment and staring into his lifeles expression, Kudo was quick to turn him around and take a good hold of him from behind. This can only mean one thing, and just one thing! As he strains back, Kudo uses a good remaining bit of his energy to hit the Yin Yang Suplex, the hybrid causing Fallen to literally bounce off the mat and back into the air, resting in a dreary standed position against the ropes as Kudo can only grin, getting up quickly in order to retrieve him. But there are times when heart just prevails, and when your away from the ring you may just forget about. Eyes suddenly opening as he takes a card from Kudo's playbook and decides to go for a kill, Fallen suddenly drills a knee into Kudo's stomach and hastily lifts him up for the Soul Transfer, almost looking about to collapse under the weight and strain of it all at first he manages to hold on just long enough to deliver the move, sending them both down and out to the mat. The shock of the move was appropriate, as no one seemed to see such a thing coming from Fallen after the beating that he recieved. But now what would happen with them both out? The way that Kudo cracked his head upon the landing would lead one to believe he was out for the time being, and Fallen was simply wrecked. Could this simply be a draw..? No...Fallen may be wrecked, but he had a point to prove about overcoming odds now. Slowly pushing his way up to his feet, it's notable that blood was beginning to surface at many places over his head from the abuse he had taken to this point, perhaps not thinking clearly as he used the last of his will and power, rushing to the ropes and performing the Frozen Motion. If only to prove a point and earn respect, Fallen nails the move and is completely out upon hitting it, simply laying there atop Kudo as the referee drops to count.
.............................ONEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
...................................................TWOOOOOOO!!!!!
..........................................................THREEEEEEEEE!!!!
and that would actually be a three, as many in attendance can't help but return to their feet and roar approval for the match, regardless of result, as the bell rings.
Phillip: ....And the winner of this match, FALLLEN SOOOOOOOULLLS!
As 'Beast of Blood' begins to play once again, many are heard chanting out for both of the men that put more of an effort that any could of expected into their contest, truly putting it all on the line to provide entertainment and nothing more for the fans tonight! As Fallen remains quite immobile in the ring, Kudo begins to awaken and sighs in disappointment at the music he hears, before smiling softly at the loud approval from the both, moving out from beneath Fallen and dragging the victor of this match back to his feet, holding up his opponent and raising his arm as Fallen wouldn't be aware of anything at the moment, perhaps not even conscious as Kudo approved of his spirit, taking a hold of his hand once and shaking it before rolling his way out of the ring alone and slowly making his way up the ramp. This would be when the cheering all ceased, and there would only be a single thing heard through the arena. 'YA-SU-DA! YA-SU-DA! YA-SU-DA!'. There was no doubt that Kudo deserved the praise...and one can only hope that someday he'll return to his fans for good.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:23:45 GMT -5
“Headlines” Credit: Rattlesnake, Kenny [Looking irked and agitated, Rattlesnake is not a man one would want to approach tonight. Many on the staff are picking up on his non verbal cues and are wisely scattering the moment he comes into view. Even our backstage announcers, Charlotte and Kevin, are keeping their distance enough though they would really love to ask him a few questions concerning a scandalous picture that is the talk of the town. Yes, everyone is wisely keeping space between them and the Revolutionarily, well, all but one.] Winter: So, see any good news lately? [The first time he heard this voice he was curious. The second time he was annoyed. This time he is incensed.] Rattlesnake: Oh you little bitch. [His dismay is her delight. Wishing to put more fuel on the fire, Winter lifts a copy of one of the many tabloids that have their lip locking picture on the front cover.] Winter: Do you mind signing this for me? I figured Sarin would just love a framed, autographed copy of put on her wall. [His anger seizes both his body and his mind. Reaching out with his hand he slaps the tabloid out of hers and reciprocates with a shove.] Rattlesnake: Lady, you wanted trouble, you got it! Winter: RAWR! I like it when men play rough. Rattlesnake: Good, because you’re going to like me sister. Winter: Nuh,uh,uh! The only person who gets to call me that is a man that you know as Aiden Joseph. Rattlesnake: Oh really? All the better then! [Just mentioning the name of one of his bitter rivals causes the snake to coil. With a strike outwards in anger, Winter is shoved to the floor.] Rattlesnake: Now do yourself a favor lady and stay the fuck away from me. Next time I won’t hold back. Winter: H-How could you? I am a defenseless woman! [He’d stay and argue the fact but just the sight of her makes his skin crawl. In his efforts to escape Snake makes a terrible mistake and quickly learns one does not turn their back on Winter York. Painting a bulls eye on his knee, Winter shoots out with her foot and drives it in a direction it was never meant to go in.] Rattlesnake: Argh! Winter: Not as defenseless as you would think. Later, lover! [Winter bends down and blows Snake a kiss goodbye. One good favor deserves another and he swats his hand back in retaliation but hits nothing but air. As she walks away, the cackling of her laughter assures him that the gauntlet has indeed been thrown down.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:24:11 GMT -5
Japanese Civility (Ross Lambert Segment) Danny Mainer When the scene opens we're shown into a Japanese hospital with its clean floors and pale blue wallpaper. We're shown from a 45 degree angle the door to "Dr. Kawashima's" office. After a few seconds of delay, the door opens and Ross Lambert walks out in a black King & Allen suit with a light purple tie. His hair tied back in a pony-tail. He is all smiles as he walks out into the sight of the camera, he looks at it and feigns an "Oh! Surprise" lean-back gesture, subtly. He waltzes over to the camera with that cheeky little smile of his. Ross: Oh! Hey fans of ACW! Nice to see you all. I'm Ross Lambert, World Detonator, last week we saw a horrific incident involving James Murphy, Danny Mainer, ANTHRAX and OF COURSE myself. I was physically, emotionally and mentally torn apart last week I was hit at 45 miles an hour by a Mitsubishi, which goes to show that the stereotype of Asians being unable to drive correctly is as true as the rumours of Aiden Joseph being a gay.Ross chuckles, allowing the heat to settle in a little, but then he continues to prattle on about things. Ross: Alas, James Murphy's attacks did not kill me, fuck, they didn't even come within a mile of it. However, I HAVE been diagnosed with bruised ribs by one of Japan's doctors. I stayed here over night and it was absolutely crazy, I was hit by a car and they treated me like a victim of Dresden. It was awesome. The Japanese people are so civil and so kind and aren't malicious in the slight. They don't gorge themselves on Cheeseburgers and Dunkin' Doughnuts, these guys have balanced diets. A life-style which DOES NOT exist in America!The Japanese crowd from their end of the titan-tron cheer the Anti-American powerhouse for his pro-Japan words and some of the more patriotic of them cheer the Anti-America statements. Ross: They also make safe-cars, OK I might have got whacked by a Mitsubishi Lancer but I'm 100% sure that prick ANTHRAX got away unscathed. Their technology is world-class and they have a higher life-expectancy then us Americans which isn't surprising considering one in three of our population is clinically obese. Alas though, I'm here now and I'm feeling great. The doctors treat everyone normal like a God, imagine how they'd treat a world-class athlete like me!Ross pauses and glances at his watch, realizing he's pressed for time he continues with his promo. Ross: But instead of rambling on about the Japanese way of life and how amazing it is. I'll instead tell you this James, I haven't been in the ring for a little while now and I've got rust the size of Arcturus and needless to say I need to get rid of that rust so I can break you in half in 100% graceful style at Omega Effect. So, to all my fans out in the world, in Honolulu, Hawaii, the only place considered remotely livable in the United States, I, Ross Lambert will be making my in-ring return against a mystery opponent.Ross pauses to catch his breath before delivering his final lines in this segment. Ross: So, James, after speaking to Dr. Kawashima, I found out that my bruised ribs WILL be ready for Omega Effect, but I have to take it easy. Albeit, facing a mystery opponent isn't exactly a relaxing lie-down in my Hokkaido penthouse but sacrifices must be made. Just like how I'm going to sacrifice YOU in front of all those New Yorkers. I hope you're happy you hit me with that car dickwad, because I'm going to hit you eight times as hard back. You'll suffer the consequences because I think everyone in the world knows by now, when YOU FUCK with ROSS. LAMBERT... BRUTALITY... IS STANDARD... ISSUE!FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:24:42 GMT -5
Segment: The Pillow, or A Most Strange Continuation of the Street Gutter (Credit: Sarin)
A Memory:
He's lying in a hospital bed. Terminal, the word the doctors used to describe him. Terminal and wasting.
He deserves worse.
Karma, wonderful, beautiful karma, blesses him with the same disease which ended your mother. A rare illness among men, to be sure. You spit on his face. He's not worthy to leave in the same fashion of your mother.
He killed her.
With firm hands, you pluck his pillow out from underneath his head. Outside the sickroom, a passerby would only see a concerned daughter tending to her father in his final moments.
A few struggles, some whimpers, then nothing.
Flatline.
A Dream:
"Where am I?"
You're nowhere.
"How could that be?"
You don't exist.
"Why?"
You wished him dead. You can't exist with only one half.
"That was silly of me."
Unbearably so.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:25:09 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Even Rocky Had a Montage (credit: Hughes, Freeman) Sunday 8th June 2008 Around Midday We fade from our previous scene to a pre-recorded video segment. The setting for this segment is a local gymnasium, set up in the center of the large hall is a fairly rudimentary wrestling ring, sure there are ropes and a canvas but there’s not much in the way of the usual adornments such as ring aprons or turnbuckle covers and even more worrying is the lack of any padding for the ring, stood outside the ring are two familiar figures. Stood on the left in a tight black tank top and a pair of sweat pants is Jason Freeman, stood next to him is Jonny Hughes who is dressed in similar casual attire. Around the edges of the room there are several pockets of local children who are in awe of two of ACW’s young superstars. The gymnasium appears to be unseasonably hot as there are several small fans in the corners of the room and large ceiling fan whirring in a vain attempt to provide some form of air conditioning.Freeman: I know this isn't great, but it's the best I could get...you know, given the time. Hughes: It’s not ideal…but it could be worse. Just as Hughes utters the final word of the sentence the large ceiling fan slowly whirs to a halt, leaving the smaller fans the arduous task of cooling the room. Freeman’s head drops in an ashamed fashion as Hughes shakes his in disbelief at the situation before him.Hughes: Well…I think that’s our cue to begin. Where’s Buddy? As Hughes finishes this question, we see the figure of Buddy Siano enter the shot. Siano is dressed in full ring gear with the exception of a white t-shirt he is wearing which has the slogan ‘I Heart Asian Chicks’ emblazoned upon it. Hughes and Freeman stare at the shirt in plain disbelief as Siano surveys the scene, possibly on the lookout for some of the aforementioned Asian chicks and considering that all of the children in his immediate presence are under the age of consent Hughes decides that it would be in the best interests of everyone present that they do not dwell on any of Buddy’s fantasies and proceed with the scheduled training session.Hughes: Right, I think we best get ourselves warmed up. Hughes and Freeman immediately start performing some vital stretches, Buddy takes off his shirt in an unsavory and suggestive manner before reaching down and pulling a small bottle of baby oil from inside his kneepad, both Hughes and Freeman notice this and look on out of sheer morbid curiosity as Buddy squirts some oil into his hand and starts to rub it into his hideously hairy chest. Hughes moves quickly to stop this disturbing display and snatches the bottle of baby oil from Siano and tosses it to the side of the room.Siano: Hey! I paid good money for that. Hughes: Your frivolous spending habits are not the focus of today’s session in fact, I think it’s time we moved things into the ring. The trio all make their way to the ring in their own unique way, Freeman jogs to the ring and leaps over the top rope with an effortless swagger. Hughes being the most introverted of the group casually strolls over to the ring and slowly climbs inside, making an effort to wipes his feet before he enters. Buddy on the other hand charges towards the ring and slides in through the bottom rope, he quickly ascends the top rope and poses and gestures towards an audience which quite frankly is not there, he even engages in some banter with an imaginary female fan. Once all three are in the ring they gather in a triangle in the center of the ring.Freeman: Well, then, I guess we should get started? Hughes: Yes we should. I suggest we start with some hard hitting action to ease ourselves into things. Siano: That’s what she said! Siano raises his hand for that ever elusive high five but instead only receives glares from both Hughes and Freeman. Suddenly and without warning Hughes delivers a stiff slap to the face of Siano that swiftly moves into some footage of increasingly hard strikes being delivered to Siano by both Hughes and Freeman. Blow after blow is rained in on Siano whose chest is turning a brighter shade of red after every shot. The footage ends after Hughes delivers his trademark Roaring Elbow to Siano, causing him to crumple to the ground out of exhaustion. Hughes and Freeman stand above him as he whimpers and lets out cried of displeasure on the canvas, the pair decide that now is as good a time as any to take a water break considering that the guinea pig seems to be incapacitated. We then fade to some more footage of all three men back in the ring, Freeman and Hughes begin some simple double team moves. Hughes kicks Siano in the gut quickly before both Hughes and Freeman execute Japanese arm drags after which they both roll through to their feet and hit some stereo kicks to the chest of Siano. We then cut to another shot in which Freeman slaps Siano in the face before whipping him off the ropes, Hughes and Freeman take point in the center of the ring and execute a double Back Body Drop on Siano who goes flying through the air and lands hard on the mat before crying out in pain. We then cut to yet another shot, this time Hughes grabs Siano in a front chancery and maneuvers into a Suplex hold, he calls for Freeman to ascend the turnbuckle before hoisting Siano into the air and dropping him with a Suplex, the second Hughes moves away from Siano Freeman hits a quick moonsault on Siano who gasps for air as soon as Freeman hit him. Both Hughes and Freeman slowly get to their feet as Siano rolls on the mat in agony, they look at each other with a slight degree of concern for Siano’s health.Freeman: I think it's time we called it a day... Hughes: Yes, but there’s just one more move I want us to go over. Freeman: You mean…Hypoxia? Siano: *gasping* Please…not Hypoxia… Hughes: This is our big move and we want to make sure we have it as fine tuned as possible. Siano slowly gets to his knees as Hughes and Freeman make a number of hand gestures and talk under their breath, Freeman helps Siano to his feet as they discuss the intriguingly named Hypoxia.Hughes: Are we ready now? Freeman: Not quite. Freeman motions towards the camera.Freeman (to the camera man): If you don’t mind, we’d like to keep an element of secrecy about this move. Both Hughes and Freeman gesture for the camera man to leave, after some hesitation and further gesturing from Hughes and Freeman the cameraman turns away from the action, leaving the viewers with only the audio of the mysterious move.Hughes: Ready? [color=Teal Freeman:[/color] Ready. We hear the sound of Buddy Siano being struck before an ominous moment of silence.Freeman: Now! CRASHSiano: ARRRGHH Another ominous silence fills the room. We hear some movement in the ring and further groans of pain fro Buddy Siano as we fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:27:42 GMT -5
Segment: Modern Retro #2008 (Credit: FSX) Tokyo, Japan 6/9/08 Shortly Prior to Warfare... Sometimes the best of things aren't of your own creation, aren't they? Doesn't it seems that Parody sometimes is the most fulfilling way to deal with any sort of issue that might happen to present itself to you? Perhaps that's not really the case in truth, but it can be in simple possibility of circumstance. As Fallen has dealt with his issues seriously over the past few weeks, and tried with quite a bit of success in truly coming to terms with his deep rooted emotions related to the match that he will soon have with Sarin come Omega Effect IV, there is only so much that he can possibly do consistently in the light of serious. Given the fact that Fallen has expressed about everything that has presented itself to him thus far, and cleared himself of anything but the truth on his palette, it's time that he attempt to enter the mind of Sarin! But what is the best strategy of doing such a thing? By making a mockery of one of the longest storylines to persistently go without an interesting name, of course! But how can Fallen possibly have a proper flashback of occurrence on such short notice? Why, by filming something earlier on in the day of course! It still seems quite dim that he will be able to properly mock someone unrelated to it, however..but who knows. Anything could happen!FSX: Curse those that find themselves so constantly involved in the ways that my life has worked! They can't tell me what to do, or stop me from doing what I think is right for my strong love. Isn't that right, Snarin? Snarin: I don't honestly see the point of this. None of it makes any sense. A hint of irritation growing on his face, Fallen doesn't seem to appreciate the fact that his 'Lesbian Lover' isn't playing along properly to the story! Perhaps it's for the best, because alot of what is currently going down makes no sense whatsoever. One has imagine it's bad enough that Fallen has pulled the outfit of a School girl onto himself, but the fact he has dressed up a random individual as a Lizard in a skirt makes no sense whatsoever!FSX: I don't know what your talking about, my lovely Snarin. We must fight for our love, in sequences that will only come to an end upon our eventual release from the company! Snarin: That's all well and good, in the most idiotic of ways, but why the hell am I dressed up like a giant Lizard? That doesn't make any sense! FSX: Sure it does, my beauty! You are the hybrid of Rattlesnake and Sarin's love, mixed together in a potion of love and happiness, that is filled with underlying woe and depression as Sarin makes it known her love is fading! Snarin: But why am I a Lizard then?! Shouldn't I at least be some kinda Snake? What's this? A valid point from someone wearing a lizard costume AND is cross dressing? This must be a sign of the apocalypse! I suggest everyone quickly flee and search for immediate cover, because if the world doesn't end soon something is seriously wrong! But really, why would he be wearing the costume of a Lizard if he's supposed to be a mix of Rattlesnake and Sarin? Wouldn't that make him some kind of Rattlesarin or something? Either way, one has to guess that Fallen has a explanation for all of this! Take a keen note that I didn't say it would be a logical one...FSX: For your information that's the last costume I could find that looked like a Snake, now shut up and play along or your not getting paid tonight! Snarin: ...Fine, where were we Fallen? FSX: Please, call me Foko Soutoshi! There are only so many limits that a man dressed as a lizard can sink down too, and deeming Fallen as the Fokoberg wasn't about to be one of them. Simply staring on in momentary shock as Fallen takes the time to spin around and strike a bit of an untraditional pose, Snarin eventually shakes his head and makes it well known that such a title just wasn't going to be deemed upon him.Snarin: I'd really rather not....What are we even doing out here? I don't understand what's being proven by doing all of this, and the costume is really itchy! FSX: You fool! We're proving that are love is stronger then any report of drop in ratings at are overwhelming consistent presence, and that our history should live strong for no good reason on television! With that out of the way, let us embrace in our romantic entangle of love! Kiss me, you wonderfully sexy woman! As Fallen closes his eyes, it's quite clear that this simple parody may become something of a cheesy romance novel quite soon. As Fallen slowly and quite blindly makes his way toward the strange individual he happened to hire to assist him in this most bizarre of situations, it's quite clear that Snarin isn't really as interested in loving embrace as Fallen might want him to be. In fact, you might go as far as to say that Snarin doesn't find Foko attractive! Oh no, it's sort of deja vu!Snarin: ...What? No. That wasn't part of the deal or anything! FSX: Oh silence, lover! We will go off and have a Lesbian experience of the lifetime, then constantly hint at doing it on camera! It will be the most wonderful experience of are very sexy lives! Now please, let me feel your clammy lips against mine! What a beautiful sentiment, especially if you want to see two men kiss as they pretend to be two girls. As Fallen continues to actively approach the now disturbed looking Snarin, it's clear he actually intends to go as far as to do something. Such commitment would be praised in most circles, but this doesn't happen to be one of them. Struggling valiantly against the persistent efforts of Fallen, Snarin eventually slaps him right across the face as tears appear in the Lizard's widened eyes. This is quickly growing awkward...as if it wasn't to start with.FSX: Why do you struggle with me so, oh beautiful Snarin? Don't you want to show me affection in front of all my old Japanese classmates? Please, don't leave me in a lonely state! I don't know how I could possibly survive without you! My love is such a powerful thing, after all! Snarin: This is screwed up, Fallen! I don't want to be a part of something so messed up! It does seem that the two of them have grown quite a large crowd by this point, and no one appears to be aware of just what is going on. Perhaps they imagine it's some sort of new foreign television show, as the camera's spread about the area would likely imply that's the case. But how would they react as Fallen continued to show such affection and be hastily rejected by his Lizard Lesbian? Could he deal with the heartbreak of such a situation? One must assume that something so cruel isn't so easily disregarded! As this goes on for a few more moments Fallen eventually comes to a stop, and stares off in the distance with a smile. Preemptive uh-oh. FSX: Shut the hell up for a second, my sweet! It seems that the obese man that wants to come between us has called upon his gang to attack and effectively ruin this wonderful romance that we share! Snarin: Seriously, you didn't mention any of this when you asked me if I'd help you out with something! I assumed you wanted me to help you move some boxes, or find something! Not any of this madness! This misconception that lead to this scene finally described, there was no more reason for delay! As the ground suddenly seemed to shake around them, the crowd was very quick to disperse. Fallen hadn't went ahead and summoned Godzilla to appear, had he?! That quite possibly is the case, as the ground seems to shake more and more as time goes on. Looking around in confusion, Snarin eventually lets out a gasp in shock as he spots the cause of the shaking! A Sumo Wrestler dressed up as a Rabbit and hoping down the street!....Wait, what?!Snarin: ...Is that a sumo wrestler? Wait, why is it dressed as a rabbit? FSX: Oh no! It's Mr. Floppyzuna! Snarin: Wha...? You know, alot of this doesn't even seem all that directed at Sarin. Maybe we should stop before you have something else to deal with. Another good point! Even as the shrieking horror of children and elderly men is heard in the background, Floppyzuna is temporarily forgotten so Fallen can give some thought to the situation. If this went on much longer it was bound to grasp the attention of Yoko, and she was undoubtedly more of a danger in an enraged state then Sarin! This wasn't going to end very well if he wasn't careful....but it was just getting good! How could he stop?FSX: We can't stop now! I paid that guy alot of money to dress up like an idiot and crush you! Besides, I couldn't find alot about Sarin that was all that interesting. Yoko, on the other hand, was really interesting! Not to mention that she was basically with Sarin all of the time, so this automatically counts! Snarin: ...Did you say that the sumo was going to crush me? FSX: Uh....Gotta run! Show will be starting soon, and I should probably wash the shame of wearing this outfit off of me! Have fun with Mr. Floppyzuna! As the hopping sumo grew closer and closer, Fallen was already on a mad dash in the other direction as he tried to do so well holding down his shirt. It was a good argument that he needed to wash away the shame of making such an ass of himself, though the rest of it still didn't make much sense. Just why would Floppyzuna possibly attack Snarin? For dramatic effect, that's why! As the Lizard man comes to the realization that he's suddenly been left alone with the sumo his first reaction is too run for his life, but he quickly trips over his tail and falls to the ground! Oh no!Snarin: Shit!! Wait a second! I definitely didn't agree to th-- Floppyzuna: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BUNNERU BANZAI! Looking up in horror as everything seems to suddenly slow down to a state of very slow motion, there is nothing that Snarin can possibly do at this point. Staring up to the sumo as he flew through the air and was headed down toward him, there was no escape. This was the end of Snarin....but not the end of Fallen's attempt to get Sarin's attention! No, he would keep trying until the champion took time away from her busy schedule to remember she has a duty to recognize him as a challenger! After all, Omega Effect wasn't just a side story..and it's Main Event would never just go unnoticed. Fallen would do anything it took to make this the story of the century, seeing it may very well be his last tale....but only time will tell. With a good bit of time to go, Fallen might not even survive long enough to make it too Omega Effect!
But here's hoping...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:28:32 GMT -5
Segment: Peter Bannatyne (Credit: Dan White)
The camera fades into the arena, and quickly, we're treated to a video on the titantron. We see a middle aged man, who British fans in the crowd and at home would recognise as Peter Bannatyne, the Stirling-based businessman. Ever since his signign got leaked out onto the internet, there have been a number of rumours claiming that Bannatyne is to pitch a stake in ACW, with a view to ultimately take over the company. Whether the rumours will be true or not, we don't yet know.
Banntyne appears in a smart suit, in what looks to be one of his gyms, which are beautifully designed and targetted for the more wealthy fitness freaks among us. He rests his arms on a railing looking over one of the beautiful gardens, where a number of sunbeds are laid out, one of the many facilities at one of his gyms. He looks to the camera, speaking in an accent which is quite a rough Scottish one, similar to a Glaswegian accent.
Bannatyne: Hello, fans of ACW. Yonug and old, male or female. To those that know me, I need no introduction, but I feel many of you won't know me, especially fans situated outside of the United Kingdom. My name is Peter Bannatyne. I'm an entrepeneur, and my assets include a number of well-known retail stores in the United Kingdom, and my own chain of gyms. My extreme business knowledge has enabled me to become one of the wealthiest men in the United Kingdom, and I hope to set upon other countries such as the United States, and indeed Japan.
The scene changes, and he's walking down a hallway leading from the changing rooms to the swimming pool.
Bannatyne: But surely you must be thinking, "what does this man want to do in wrestling"? Well before you assume anything, I'm not signing on here for a publicity stunt. It is not a one time thing. I fully intend to make my ideas work here, and I'm not prepared to be taken lightly. I am an extremely powerful person, and I will let it be known to wrestlers and staff members alike, that I will be joining with intent to revolutionise ACW into a company that no other sport can match in terms of entertainment, merchandise and success.
The next scene sees him sitting in the poolside bar, a non-alcoholic bar of course, as alcohol and pools don't blend well.
Bannatyne: So what are my plans in ACW? Well, I don't want to give away the plot that easily. But my intentions will become clear in the upcoming weeks. Meanwhile, I will be making my in-ring debut on Thursday Night Meltdown, quite fittingly in Honolulu, Hawaii. I'll see you there.
He smirks as the camera slowly pans out, nodding his head once, the camera fading out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:28:55 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 16: The Trade
(Credit: Scott Andrews and ??)
It’s a dark, cold night in Tokyo, and people walk the glowing, flashing streets of the Japans most recognised city trying to get everything done before closing time, eating out at some fancy restaurant, or enjoying a movie; whatever they’re doing, it’s probably not as dodgy as what Scott is doing.
Sitting back in the seat of his Mustang he parks up outside the arena gates in a dark alleyway and awaits a phone call from the mystery man. Chills run down his spine as he becomes more and more nervous about the situation.
He jolts as his phone begins to ring and he puts it to his ear.
Scott:[/b] Hello?
Number Unidentifiable.
??: Hello, Scott. I can see you from where I am. Do you mind if I come and do this deal in your car? It’d be much safer.
Would it? Would it really be much safer in an enclosed environment where Scott can’t run if this guys a maniac?
Scott: Ok...but no funny business, alright?
??: You have my word.
The man hangs up and Scott puts his phone down. He peers through the wind shield and out his windows to try and spot the man who will supposedly rid him of his problem. It’s not long before the passenger door is opened and a man in a black trench coat and black hat and shades plonks himself down next to Scott in a casual yet frighteningly un-noticeable way.
Scott: Holy shit! You scared the crap outta’ me!...
??: My apologies.
The man reaches into his coat and pulls out a small box of Amitriptyline and tosses it onto Scott’s lap.
??: You got the money?
Scott: Yeah...
Scott pulls out his wallet and hands over a wad of cash.
??: Woah! It’s not that expensive, it’s just hard to get a hold of. This will buy you a few more boxes, plus a service charge for me of course.
Scott: Ok, well I guess I’m ahead in my payments then. So how do I take them?
??: Just like any other pill.
Scott: Great. Well that was easy...So can I see your face now Mr. Mystery?
??: You have to promise you won’t tell anybody.
Scott: Deal.
The man slowly takes his hat off to reveal chaotic, green spiky hair before removing his glasses to put the rest of the pieces together; it’s Nick Durden.
Scott: What the fuck?! Nick? I didn’t know you were a dealer, man?
Nick: I’m not...I just got into some bad situations in the past and they still, unfortunately, haven’t gone away.
Scott: Hey, listen: it sucks about your situation with Marv and whoever else is behind all this trafficking, but thanks a lot for getting me this; I’m sure it’ll help me calm down and get back on track.
Nick: Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. That stuff works like a charm.
Nick doesn’t sound entirely sure of himself, but Scott trusts him enough to let it slide.
Scott: Do you want me to drop you off around the other side of the arena?
Nick: That would be much appreciated.
And so Scott turns on the engine and puts the car into gear. He checks the side road carefully before pulling out and driving out of frame.
Fade Out
[PS. ?? = Durden, obviously.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:29:13 GMT -5
Segment: Declaration of Intent (Credit: AK)
The show is utterly packed tonight, as befits such a milestone for ACW. Veteran interviewer Charlotte King has certainly been earning her paycheck, and a lesser woman would be forgiven for starting to lose a little of her vim and vigour; Charlotte, however, just appears to get more competent and engaging as the programme progresses.
Her zip is an intriguing contrast to the young man now standing close by as they await their allotted interview slot. He looks calm, but with a hint of nervousness behind the eyes; Charlotte looks at him, and smiles.
Charlotte: I’ll handle things like the leading and pacing. Don’t feel that you have to try and project some sort of image if that’s not you; the audience never connects with a faker.
Kai Virtanen nods. He’s actually had quite a bit of previous experience with interviews, and he’s never found them enjoyable, not that this is in any way a poor reflection on Miss King. But they come with the territory of both his former and present career…
A red light blinks three times, and then becomes solidly illuminated. The crowd sees her on the Alphatron and pops loudly; Charlotte glides into action.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, while we are awaiting the next match, I’m delighted to introduce you all to one of ACW’s newest signings – Kai Virtanen. Kai, thankyou for giving us a little of your time this evening.
The angle pulls back a bit so that Kai is shown. He looks at the camera lens before turning back to Charlotte; the crowd buzzes a little with noticeable interest. He may only have had one match, and a loss at that, but there’s definitely something about the taciturn Finn which draws the fans’ attention to him.
Kai: It is my pleasure, Miss King.
He does not smile in any meaningful sense, but his demeanor is not overly cold; “measured” would be a good description.
Charlotte: Your arrival in ACW took just about everyone by surprise. How have you managed to adapt to the demands of the federation?
Kai: Training, and patience – I’d say those are crucial to my approach. Right now, I have practically no profile, and I’m just starting to get to know the people around me; just understanding the depth of an organization which has spent four years in the vanguard of the wrestling business will take a little time, yes?
Charlotte nods in agreement. She’s relieved on the inside; Kai is handling things with more ability than she’d given him credit for. She is taken with an urge to delve a little deeper.
Charlotte: Absolutely. So I’m sure the crowd would like to know… what is it which has brought you to wrestling in general, and ACW in particular?
Kai hesitates for a fraction of a second, imperceptible to almost everyone without Charlotte’s keen eye. But he then relaxes a little.
Kai: I would like perhaps to tell you that I have been fascinated with wrestling since I was a little boy, the way many of my fellow roster members have been. But I must confess that my formative years were spent in the company of a different set of athletes. I am from Finland as you know, and there is a fine and long tradition of professional Strongmen in my country. When I was small, I wanted to grow up to be such a giant…
He gestures with his less-than-Goliath-sized arms.
Kai:… but regretfully, I do not have the physique for such endeavors. It is only fairly recently that I have become aware of and involved in wrestling.
Charlotte: I see. And what do you hope to achieve in ACW specifically?
Kai cocks his head slightly to one side.
Kai: Not “hope”, Miss King. “Intend”. There is a world of difference, and that is something I believe far too many people in this company have not grasped.
Charlotte raises an eyebrow, indicating for Kai to continue.
Kai: Hope is a virtue, but on its own it is worthless. Only when Hope is combined with Will does something worthwhile appear, and that is Intent. So you ask me, what exactly do I intend to do here?
He pauses.
Kai:….That is for me to know, and the rest of you to wonder, for now. But I will tell you what I do not intend upon… I am not here to play second fiddle to anyone, regardless of whether they have been here four days or four years. I am not here to promote anyone else’s agenda, or to continue anyone else’s unfinished business. Whilst I respect ACW’s illustrious history, I do not intend to be in thrall to it. I am not concerned with the past… only with the future. He gazes directly into the camera, with those cerulean eyes.
Kai: I am the newest element. I am Sapphire and Steel. I am Kai, the Quicksilver Alchemist. Those who have the courage to face me shall be transformed. I am waiting.
Kai takes Charlotte’s hand, kisses it, and departs from the shot with a fluidity of movement which means no one really sees him go; one minute he is there, the next, gone.
Charlotte: You heard it here first, guys. Back to our team at ringside….
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:29:37 GMT -5
Segment: New York meets a new York. Credit: Rena & Kenny
Winter York was slowly getting accustomed to walking down the endless corridors within the ACW arena, but she had never explored. Already she had got bored and took a sharpie to every poster she could get close to and lip-sticked the entire men’s bathroom twice. Even though she had filled her boredom, she continued to entertain Steven Phillips in her head. She smiled, thinking of him, and continued on her path of boredom. She looked around- this was a place she had never been to. It was a collection of suites tucked gently away from the usual commotion of the arena. As she ran her finger down the walls, she noticed a name she had never heard of before. Standing before her in gold-plated etchings was the name Miss Rena Matheson. Winter checked the door- unlocked! She looked around, and stepped in quickly, closing the door quietly behind her. It was gorgeous- something that you would find in a penthouse suite in a five-star hotel. She had no idea who this woman was- but she had taste.
Winter York: How did this bitch get such a nice office?
Rena: Because I am THE bitch.
Rena’s voice startled Winter, but she contained her composure- as she always does. She kept hold of her clutch and smiled. Rena was still standing at the door, in a beautiful Chanel suit and Manolo Blahnik sling-backs. It was then Winter realized she had better taste in clothing than in decoration- and her décor skills would make Martha go bankrupt.
Winter: Sorry, I was just curious. This is a splendid locker room, though.
Rena: Thank you. I had it designed myself. After I renewed my contract with Ginger-
Winter: So, you’re a wrestler?
Rena: I was. Not much of one now, really. It makes me laugh why Gingie keeps me on payroll. “For morale and overall look of the company” he says. Plus I own stocks of the company.
Winter: What exactly do you do?
Rena: I do a lot of External adventures. My contract allows me to pursue extracurricular activities outside the company. But here, I usually make the rare cameos- a face for the company. I attend press conferences and handle some internal affairs.
Winter: Oh, I see. So this is what you get when you’ve been here long?
Rena: And fuck the right people.
Winter: I’ll keep that in mind.
Rena laughed.
Rena: I’m kidding.
They stood in silence and finally laughed together. Winter sat on the desk and Rena stepped in and took a seat at her leather chair.
Rena: So, what brings you here- ACW, I mean.
Winter: Well my brother works-
Rena: Your brother?
Winter: Yeah. Aiden. Aiden Joseph .
Rena: Aiden Joseph? I don’t-
Winter: Uhh…Thunderkiss?
Rena: OH! That’s right. I almost forgot he goes by his real name now.
Winter: You know him?
Rena: Honey, I know him. I know his ring size…and I don’t mean his fingers.
Winter: *laughing* That’s disgusting!
Rena: Well, ACW has quite the hotties floating around. That why I probably stayed here this long. Have you met BK before?
Winter: No, I haven’t actually.
Rena: Totally fucking orgasmly hot. I blew him once. Or maybe a handjob…I can’t remember- it was years ago.
Winter: And?
Rena: Well, he does have a big shoe.
Winter: Oooo! Nicely done!
Rena: And rattle-
Winter: Ugh, I can’t stand him. The man is a beast.
Rena: Well he’s definitely a beast somewhere…
Winter: But he’s so ick.
Rena: Meh, when you’ve had 21 shots of tequila for your birthday it’s not so bad.
Winter: You know- there is one guy I’ve met.
Rena: Oh, who?
Winter: His name is Steve. Steven-
Rena: Phillips?
Winter: YES! He’s a senator, you know.
Rena: Oh, I know. Steve and I go way back.
Winter: It seems you go way back with everyone. BK, Rattlesnake, my brother-
Rena: This one’s a little different. I was almost engaged to him once. He proposed and I refused it. Actually, I slapped him a good one.
Winter: Well, how’s that for an answer, but he is terribly handsome.
Rena: He is. I’ve worked with him after the whole engagement thing and he’s such a great guy. I almost fell in love with him again.
Winter: Do you still…?
Rena: No..NO…NOO…Him and I are a dried river. Too many tears wasted on it. I’m on to big and better things.
Winter: I bet he’d be savage in the bedroom.
Rena: Well…he does have back problems. And when we were together he refused meds, so it’s was more…starfish-like.
Winter: Really?
Rena: But he might be different now. I bet he’d like a girl like you. He must be about 300 now haha. You could keep him young.
Winter: But I barely know him…
Rena: Honey, you and I both know you never really need to know them.
Winter: How true. ‘Kay so I’ve wanted to say this for like hours… I absolutely fucking love your shoes.
Rena: I just bought them. I need to go buy a purse, do you want to go shopping?
Winter: YES! Take me from this boring hell-hole. Is anything open?
Rena: I run this town- something will be open. Then we can go clubbing tonight!
Winter: Rip up the town, bitch.
And they left together, off for a night on the town- a night of mayhem and of course a night with Mr. Louis Vuitton. And that’s how a bitch met THE bitch- the story of when New York met a new York.
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:30:11 GMT -5
Match 5: Main Event Part 1: ACW Heavyweight Championship Sarin Rossi(c) vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: Sarin)
Main Event Part 1: ACW Heavyweight Championship Sarin Rossi (c) vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: Sarin / Mystery Opponent)
ACW has taken the 47,000 fans in the Tokyo Dome on quite the ride so far tonight, chalk-full of surprises and swerves. The real stunners are yet to come, and it is with mounting excitement that the Japanese rub their bums and settle in for the double main event contests moments away from commencing.
The cheers resume in earnest as Philip enters the ring for the penultimate time, and despite the voice amplifier in his hands, he has to fight to make himself heard.
Philip: The following is an intergender match set for one fall, and it is for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Paris, France, she is the Flower of Chaos and the World Heavyweight Champion, Sarin Rossi!
This grandiose edition of Warfare calls for special tunes, and Franz Ferdinand's "Take Me Out" replaces Sarin's usual "Lady" mix, staccato guitar chords blasting through the audio system. Much loved in Japan and regarded as something as a national hero after her stint as a masked crime fighter, Sarin's appearance on the entrance ramp is marked by deafening cheers.
It's no time to be nervous, she chides herself, walking with no small amount of confidence down to the ringside, glimmering title belt snug over her shoulder. She acknowledges her fans with hearty waves and mounts a turnbuckle to raise her title belt to the sky. She shares a few kind words with referee Keiji Makabe, an obvious hometown favorite.
There's a good deal of speculation as to the identity of the challenger, and the audience shushes itself as the lights in the arena cut off suddenly. The big screen over the ring flickers to life as the throbbing, far-away sounds of the challenger's theme pour from the speakers, and a humanoid form in silhouette rises from the foreground in slow motion as a raspy voice declares "Live or die... Make your choice." The arena erupts into a combination of surprise and delight, a Japanese legend in his own right for the deathmatches he put on in the Orient during his early years heralding his arrival even as much as his title wins during his previous tenure and his widespread infamy he gained as a manipulative psychopath coming to the stage. Strobe lights flicker as the assaulting chords of Lamb of God's "Descending" rocket to life, the shirtless form wearing a Death's Head mask and a plain black ring pants, an elbow pad on his right arm and his hands and wrists done up in black tape. He stalks down the ramp, face unseen, but everyone knows who it is. Philip: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 215 lbs., please welcome the former World Champion, Alexander Starkweather!
He makes it to the ringside area before taking a handful of his mask behind his head with both hands, pulling it off to reveal the lanky black hair, the murderous gray-blue eyes and the ever-so-easygoing smirk. Sarin takes a step backward. His appearances unnerves her, but she isn't about to let him know that. She hands her title belt to Makabe so he can raise it to the sky, signaling for the bell to ring and let the match begin.
Bell rings.
Sarin circles Stark, unable to stand still with such a dangerous adversary in the ring. Stark, however, remains quite still, revolving slowly on the spot as Sarin shifts on the balls of her feet. His stillness gets the better of her, and she strikes him full on with a snapping high kick to the jaw. Stark barely budges as if completely unphased by the kick. Stunned, Sarin can only squeak in protest as he delivers a cruel backhand, knocking her to the mat with the force of one blow. The Japanese crowd urges Sarin to her feet. She scrambles back up, flicking her raven hair out of her face and readjusting her jaw.
Starkweather simply smiles at the kick to the face she snapped off on him, he turning to spit blood to the mat and wipe his lips with the back of his taped hand. He sinks a bit onto his haunches, circling her as she does the same. The match begins in earnest, the Japanese crowd beginning an "Oooohhhh!" noise as they expect the inevitable clash. As they move to lock up Starkweather knees Sarin in the stomach and applies a standing Side Headlock. Sarin raps him in the ribs twice with an open hand and backs into the ropes to try and Irish Whip, but he hits the brake and wrenches back on the Headlock simply to spite her and the crowd who are expecting a high-flying, action-packed match. He wears that same smirk, bloody and all. As she weighs her options, she starts to lay into his side with elbows. He is finally forced to reliquish the hold and she turns to lay him out again with one of her trademark kicks, but he ducks and does unto her with a standing roundhouse of his own that catches her high on the bridge of her nose and brings her to the mat.
The boos from the crowd drown out Sarin's cry of pain. After a quick nose inspection to ensure that there is no permanent damage, she glowers up at Starkweather, her old bubbling rage starting to froth forth. With a short battle yell, she kips back up to her feet and assumes a martial arts stance, beckoning her foe closer with a 'come get some' taunt. Not one to disappoint, Starkweather tries for a discus elbow, which Sarin neatly dodges. Using his forward momentum against him, she executes a fancy Aikido takedown. Staying low, she latches onto his exposed left arm and wrenches back with all her might. Though her arm bar is locked in tight, Starkweather is far from submitting. With vastly superior strength, he gets to one knee and hoists himself--and Sarin--up. His hand finds her throat, and with an abnormally tight grip, he nails a backbreaker variation, driving his knee deep into Sarin's spine. Slung across Starkweather's knee and in desperate need of a quick getaway, Sarin drives a swift elbow into his chin, rolling off his knee and reclaiming a vertical base with some help from the ropes.
The crowd is appreciative of the modified Backbreaker as well as the somewhat uncharacteristic show of brute strength from the good doctor as well as the previous Aikido takedown from the champ. After she rolls away he shakes off the resounding elbow that rocked his head back, he stalking after her and pulling her to her feet to kick her square in the stomach. She shouts in pain and clutches it, allowing him to back up and charge in a with a running Knee Lift that takes her off of her feet once more. She attempts to kip up but the challenger is quick to kick her in the face again when she comes up to try and make it to her feet. She crumples backward and he capitalizes, grabbing a leg and delivering the KneeDT to it before swiveling over before she can even express her pain to lock in an unorthodox side variation of the Single Leg Crab, he seated partially on her thigh and wrenching on her knee with her ankle under his arm.
With her primary offensive weapons in danger of capitulating, Sarin struggles with all her might against the excruciating hold. Should Starkweather manage to hamper her mobility so early on in the match, she would be finished. She beats the mat with her hand, trying to gather enough strength to pull herself to the ropes. But fighting to get out of Starkweather's famed submissions would be like cutting down a redwood tree with a feather. He may be strong, but Sarin has a few tricks he has not yet seen. Firmly telling Makabe she's far from submitting, Sarin summons up her years of Yoga training and whacks Starkweather in the nose with a hooking heel with her free leg. This freakish display of flexibility sends the crowd into a flurry of cheers. Starkweather finally relinquishes his hold, but not without doing some damage to Sarin's leg. Sarin steadies herself and sees Starkweather hot on her heels. She meets him halfway with a no-hands cartwheel, striking him twice in the face as she lands catlike on the mat.
He turns on his heel and finds himself with one knee on the mat, he not quite seeming to comprehend what has just happened. He turns to look at her just as she gets back around to face him, he rushing in but she outmaneuvers him for the first time in the match with an Arm Drag. Another follows as he gets up, she in her excitement attempting a Hip Toss but he stalls it and does one of his own. She turns mid-air and lands on her feet, kicking him in the gut herself and bursting off with some speed to springboard from the nearby ropes and slingshot over him with a Sunset Flip. He rolls out of it and backs into the ropes to attempt a Lightning Leg Lariat, but she sits back and he sails overhead to skid out of the ring while she scrambles to her feet. He tends to his bleeding lip from the start of the match as she sizes him up and then moves to the rope to attempt a Springboard Plancha, but as she moves to jump he drops the act and jumps to the apron to push her legs from the top rope and then catch her head as it comes down to bring it down with a vicious snap into the top rope with a modified Relapse variation! He remains seated on the apron as she springs back and then rolls to and fro clutching her throat, the crowd booing soundly the cheap and opportunistic act.
Sarin's world is a blur of color and pain. She struggles to breathe, coughing to fill her lungs with air. Starkweather takes a moment to catch his own breath outside the ring. In her throes of agony, Sarin makes the mistake of shifting too close to Starkweather's reach. Grabbing onto her exposed calf with both arms, Stark pulls her knee to the turnbuckle and smashes it against the steel pole. Makabe issues a harsh warning to the grinning Starkweather, Sarin's sobs like Beethoven's 9th to his ears. At Makabe's insistance he re-enters the ring, knocking a hobbling Sarin off her feet with a stiff kick to the underside of her thigh. He pounces ontop of her, moments away from locking in a STF, which could potentially cripple Sarin permanently. She does not allow this to happen, catching Starkweather in the face with another jarring elbow. She ignores the screaming pain in her knee and dashes to the ropes, rebounding for a picturesque flying headscissors. Before she can take him down in the 'traditional' way, Sarin drops behind him and rolls him up in a sneaky school boy, for what is surprisingly the first pin attempt of the match. Starkweather's kickout is strong at two. Both combatants get to their feet at opposite ends of the ring, planning their next moves.
The crowd's begun a "Sa-rin! Sa-rin!" chant to try and keep the champ on a winning path, her opponent ignoring the support for his opponent as he shakes his shoulders loose and approaches her once more. He mockingly opens himself up for her to try and kick him, she shaking her head and not falling for his ploy. He glowers and slaps his outer thigh, raising his arms again to egg her on, she finally giving in and kicking with her good leg at him. he takes the blow and then fires back one of his own, she hobbling under the stiff strike. She takes the challenge again, kicking him closer to the knee, he firing back but she blocking it with her relatively stronger knee before she rushes in and rolls him over her shoulder with a Snapmare. She tries to roll through and connect with the side Enzuigiri but he leans forward, hands on his head as her foot grazes his hair, she ending up skidding a bit on the mat as she misses, he pulling himself to one knee and taking her by twin handfuls of hair. Makabe is on him instantly to get off the hair but he ignores him, backing the champion into the ropes and moving as if to Irish Whip her. He instead keeps hold of her arm, turning in a quick circle and nearly dislocating her shoulder as he slams her by the arm into the mat. A Rings of Saturn submission is applied for the Restraint Hold, this time he looking simply to humiliate her as her legs kick so very close to the ropes but also so far away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:30:26 GMT -5
Sarin indeed starts to kick with an almost indecent flurry, her black panties clearly visible to most of the crowd as her skirt flops up. The pain is near indescribable for Sarin, so unused to fighting such a technical sadist. Her flexibility helps her very little in this hold, and every wrench is like a stab to her shoulder joint. Using every last ounce of strength she has, she kicks back mightily, her foot stretching to whack the ropes. Makabe forces Starkweather off her before he can hold on for the full five count. With an arm sore and a leg almost brutalized, it's quite hard for Sarin to stand up again. Starkweather tries to capitalize on her state of vulnerability by charging for another knee lift, but Sarin manages to trip him up with a sneaky drop toe hold. The trip barely phases Starkweather, and he pursues the fleeing Sarin, in relatively much better shape than she is. Sarin, however, dashes to the opposite turnbuckle and jumps, springboarding off the highest buckle and twisting around in midair, making Starkweather see stars with a powerful enzigiri. She collapses on top of him, covering his torso with her entire body weight. Makabe's counts are steady, and Starkweather just kicks out at the cusp of three, much to Sarin's frustration.
He sits up, shaking the cobwebs loose for a second from that stiff kick to the temple that he barely saw coming, she clambering slowly to a vertical base as he does the same. She keeps on the offensive, backing him into the ropes with chops and elbows, shooting him across the ring but missing her jumping Clothesline and rebounding off the ropes as he comes off the opposite side. She tries to jump over his attack, but the running Basement Dropkick catches her on the shin and more or less faceplants her into the mat to roll senselessly to her back with arms and legs spreadeagled. He stumbles up, pulling himself up to the top rope to attempt his Re-Education Double Stomp, the crowd coming to their feet at a possibly match-ending move. As he comes off she uses the last vestiges of adrenaline to roll, he hitting his feet and somersaulting to a standing position near the opposite corner to stall at the turnbuckle and turn... Just in time for Sarin to tear-ass toward him, stepping to her good leg and backhanding him soundly and then turning on her hip and laying him into the turnbuckle with the Rin Spin! Not done yet, she shoves his limp form firstways into the turnbuckle, using leverage and determination to hoist him to a sitting position on the top rope, climbing up using long, looong seconds of time. The crowd starts their expectant "Ooooohhh!~" noise as she hips up, catapulting the challenger a third of the way across the ring square on the back of his head from the top rope with the Rin Roll! Her legs give out halfway, unable to keep the pin applied, she laying crumpled near the corner as he rolls on his shoulder and ends up in a heap in the middle of the ring.
Both Sarin and Starkweather lie prone in the ring, utterly spent from such a heated contest. Sarin's last desperation move took a lot out of her--she's a fairly petite girl, and lifting a grown man up to the top turnbuckle was no easy feat. As both fighters show no signs of rising any time soon, Makabe begins a count. Urged by her supporters, Sarin stirs at the five mark, Starkweather already showing signs of life at four. A double KO is not something the fans (or even Makabe) are remotely interested in seeing, and with a surge of strength, Starkweather launches himself ontop of Sarin, securing her shoulders down for a pin attempt. The crowd groans, Makabe's hand hits one, twice, thri--no! Sarin gets a shoulder up in the nick of time. The entire arena explodes in cheers. Sarin and Starkweather use each other as poles to get to their feet. Far more refreshed now, Sarin lays into Starkweather with a fresh volley of toe kicks. She lifts a leg up high for another roundhouse, but Stark captures her in a sort of bear hug. With a mighty growl, he plants her head into the mat with his signature SchweinDT. She's completely out of it, lying supine on the mat and open to whatever abuse Starkweather is willing to dish out. He's ready to finish her off with a particularly deadly submission, that would target her already wounded leg. He shoves her face first between his thighs and lifts her high in the air and up for a powerbomb. He runs forward to smash her back against the turnbuckle. His fast momentum leaves him open to Sarin's graceful tactics, and she flips backward, keeping a tight hold on his neck with her thighs, and nails a devastating hurricanrana moments before the turnbuckle rips open her spine. The speed and precision of the move leaves Starkweather in la-la land, and Makabe wastes no time counting the 1, 2, 3.
Philip: Here is your winner, and STILL ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Sarin Rossi!
"Take Me Out" once more hits the sound system to tremendous cheers. Given the nature of the win, Sarin skips out of the ring in a jiffy, not wanting to be the victim of any post-match retaliation. Keiji Makabe follows her out and hands her her title, raising her arm while she walks backwards toward the entry ramp. Starkweather gets to his feet, shaking his head a bit but regarding the relieved Sarin with nothing more than a cold stare.
The Japanese audience applauds both the match outcome and the competitors, who put on one heck of a brutal match. Starkweather makes his way up the ramp after Sarin disappears, somewhat of a strange glint in his eye...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:30:46 GMT -5
Segment: Setting in. Retirement: A possibility (Credit: BK London)
The exciting ACW championship match has just come to a close and once again we're greeted with BK London backstage. As he sits on the stairway leading up to the main backstage area, he seems to finally be able to concentrate on his match later this evening. His normal pre-match ritual of hyping himself up is thrown out the window tonight, and he finds himself actually calming himself down.
Within moments, his frame of mind is interrupted by ACW interviewer Charlotte King, who's looking absolutely ravishing tonight.
Charlotte King: BK...BK...
BK London snaps back into reality and looks up at Charlotte who's hovering above him. He stands up shortly after and gives her his undivided attention.
BK London: Hey Charlotte..
Charlotte King: Nice to see you preparing for your match, I didn't break your mindset too much, did I?
BK London: No, not at all.
Yes, totally.
Charlotte King: Good, now, I just wanted to get your final thoughts going into what could be the biggest match of your career. Your thoughts on facing Adrian Flamingo and your thoughts about possibly leaving ACW if you don't win this match. Has it really all set in?
BK London: ..
He's unable to say anything right now. He wants to say that Adrian Flamingo is a worthy opponent that could very well drive him out of ACW tonight in the Tokyo Dome. He wants to say that if he does lose this match, not only will he leave ACW - but he will retire from wrestling altogether. He wants to tell her that he'll give him the match of his life, but he can't.
For the entire night BK London has been busy with other side projects, has been busy making and breaking deals. Has been busy talking to everyone else, so he barely had time to mentally prepare for this match. But as he stands before Charlotte, before the camera, before the ACW fans - it all seems to be rushing towards him. This is the night that he has been waiting for, the night to finally drive Adrian Flamingo out of ACW.
A month or so ago, he told the world that Adrian Flamingo was a virus in ACW and he would be the cure - but at this point, he didn't really want to save ACW anymore. With everything Chairman Gingerdude has said to him, the prospect of losing didn't seem like a total loss on his part - but there was no way in hell he was going to throw the match. He plans to put on a show that hasn't been seen in a long time, and he plans to do it tonight.
He has been standing before Charlotte for almost 30 seconds now, she's saying his name but he has seemed to block her out, but quickly he snaps back into reality.
Charlotte King: BK..are you ok?
BK London: Yeah..yeah, I'm fine.
Charlotte King: Well do you have any thoughts?
BK London: ...no, none at all.
He walks off camera as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:31:19 GMT -5
Segment: I'm Going to Hell for This (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian's stay in Japan was surprisingly pleasant for the severity of his match at ACW's Anniversary show. As soon as Meltdown was over, he immediately boarded a flight for Japan and overnight to the land of the Rising Sun to start his rigorous training for his match with BK London just days later in the Kaientai Dojo. Head trainer TAKA Michinoku oversaw his training as well as Flamingo's old friends MIYAWAKI and Yoshiaki Yago. Their goal was to get Adrian back in touch with his striking and blocking game in hopes of counteracting BK's unpredictable Shades of Michaels superkick. Adrian's stay was actually a lot more pleasant than that would sound.
He felt more at home in Japan and Mexico than he had ever felt anywhere else, and his 3 day stay was rejuvenating for him. After every training session, TAKA and MIYAWAKI would take him out for some traditional Japanese like they would do when he was younger. After dinner, the three would walk around the streets of Tokyo, reflecting on their younger days, and asking TAKA if Triple H was really as much of a douchebag as he was rumored to be – TAKA never liked to gossip. After words, they'd find themselves in some bar surrounded by drunk Japanese businessmen who were one or two more drinks away from singing “Tie a Yellow Ribbon” on the karaoke stage. The good times would always be cut short by any small reminder about Adrian's big match at the ACW Anniversary show.
Of course TAKA would offer Adrian a home at the K-Dojo and promise to help him land a position in All Japan if things didn't turn out like they had planned. MIYAWAKI would respond by drunkenly slapping TAKA and remind him how that they didn't need to worry about it – all in some drunken slur of Japanese and English. Shortly, Adrian would call it a night and head to the little cubby-hole shelf hotels ACW had booked their reservations in. The next day, Adrian would restart the cycle until Monday rolled around.
As the ACW cameras cut on to Adrian Flamingo's locker room in the Tokyo Dome as he looked out to the street below. Adrian, already dressed and prepared for perhaps his last match in ACW, lit up a cigarette as he turned to the camera, ignoring the no smoking sign over his left shoulder. Adrian's hair was wet down and neatly combed back to prevent from getting in his eyes and his demeanor was calm and collected.
Adrian Flamingo: There is a huge difference between a need... and a want. When you want something, you don't really need it to live. Like, you want a new car or a hot girlfriend or some other bullshit. Sure, having those things would probably be nifty, but at the end of the day those things aren't essential to your livelihood. A need, on the other hand, is something you can't live without like air, water, or food. Right now, I'm looking down on this parking lot in the most beautiful city in the world, and I can't find myself appreciating it as much as I should. You see, it's been a long, long time since I've been in Japan, and I'd give anything right now to feel at ease enough to walk the streets of Tokyo and just absorb it all. Right now the very thought of that brings a painful, yet wonderful feeling in my heart, because lord knows I need to have that. I can't do that, however, because tonight I find myself in a situation where I don't want to win a match... I NEED to win the match, and not for the obvious reason for keeping my job either.
Adrian's calm attitude was eerily uncomfortable for the camera crew as they had prepared themselves for the violent outbursts and the short fuse temper of the Ticking Time Bomb. Adrian calmly turned around to look up at the photos of three individuals he had posted up on his locker room wall as inspiration: Dr. Starkweather, Mister Jones, and “Miraculous” Mickey Flamingo. They were the only three people who seemingly gave a damn about Adrian in ACW, and he needed to be reminded that he wasn't out to fight this match alone. BK had his fans... Adrian had his family. Adrian turned back around and took a slow drag off of his cigarette before continuing.
Adrian Flamingo: I've been in this company for almost two years now... what do I have to show for it? Nothing. Not a title win... not a tournament win... nothing. Meanwhile, relative rookies like Thunder Train, Jon Taylor, and Ryan Cooper have or have had championship title reigns. What does that mean? Does the mean that I'm not as good as these guys? Does this mean that I don't have what it takes to wear championship gold in this company? Did I drop the ball? BK London, when this all started way back in August... this was only business. I was going to put you out, get the attention of the higher-ups, and get my opportunity to win the ACW World title. That's not how it worked out though. See, every time I felt like I was coming closer and closer to getting that opportunity... here comes BK London to muck it up. Fallen Heroes, MY time to show the world what I can do... and I don't win it. I was in the match longer than anybody else, and I know it in my bones that I should've won that match if you hadn't have made me the second entrant. So, instead of taking my rightful place in the Omega Effect main event against Yoko Satoshi's glorified side kick... I'm battling for my chance to even stay in the company so that I can even be IN Omega Effect. So, whose fault is it? Adrian Flamingo's for putting BK London out... or BK London for not staying down where he belonged?
Adrian let a small smirk visible around his cigarette, before turning his attention to his old feathered boas and bright purple and pink singlets from his “Astonishing” days in the company. The days that were supposed to be his happier times, but were marred with the dissatisfaction of never claiming gold for himself. Adrian refocused his eyes on the camera before putting out his cigarette on the floor and sighing.
Adrian Flamingo: BK, this has gone on for long enough, hasn't it? We've both bleed, we've both been broken, and we've both lost family members in the process. You lost your wife, your daughter, and Jerome... I lost Mickey. We're tied right now in matches against one another too. I beat you by submission in our first encounter... you beat me at Spring Into Hell. In Mexico, they take these situations very seriously, but I don't even think they'd go this far. Loser Leaves ACW? Pretty impactful, isn't it? Can you imagine a world without BK London? Of course you can, it's the same as a world without Latino, Alicia Kitsune, Hunter, Wyvern, Starkweather, Chance Emmerson, Yoko Satoshi, and so on and so forth. You like to think you're irreplaceable, BK London, but I think deep down you know the truth. You know that you're just as expendable as every other former world champion. Face it, BK, when you walk out of ACW tonight for the last time, there will be other wrestlers who will step up and take your place, and other wrestlers after them and after them, and so on. You've just been too stubborn to look behind you and see the line of future talents that you're holding down for the sake of you wanting to relive the glory days. It's time for you to let go and let me take my rightful place at the top of ACW, and I'll take it from your cold, dead hands if that is what it takes.
Adrian smirked once more, bigger this time. Time was coming back around on his side. He had the momentum in his mind, he had the hunger and the heart, and most importantly, he had a future. What could BK London do? Challenge for the belt AGAIN, have another title reign? Whereas, Flamingo was new, Flamingo was fresh. A whole new world of possibilities were going to be opened when he went on to face whichever undeserving ACW wrestler had the title. No one deserved it more... no one wanted it more.
Adrian Flamingo: Earlier, I said that I needed to beat you tonight not just for my job. BK, I need to beat you tonight to prove to myself, not to anyone else, that I am the future of ACW. I need to prove to myself, that I do deserve the opportunities that have been denied to me since I started in this company. Most importantly, I need to prove to myself, that my doubters have always been wrong. To the wrestlers who do what they can to make sure that they never face me one on one, to the formally retired wrestlers who said that I had no business in the top, or those who said I wasn't ready. I need to prove to myself that I've been right all along. I've been wrestling now since I was 18 years old, and did you know that I've never had a world title shot? Never. I was always considered too small, then I was too much of a comedy act, and now I'm mentally incompetent? Why is it that I'm considered insane, but Dan White gets a shot? Why am I considered too small, but Sarin gets a title shot? Why am I considered a joke, but Nick Durden gets a shot? No matter where I go or what I do, I always have a glass ceiling hanging above my head... and it's about time I break through the damn thing. I've worked too hard, BK, I've sacrificed too much, just to accept defeat and walk away from this company with nothing to show for all I've done. I have no legacy here, BK, I have nothing to loss and everything in this world to gain. You're tired BK... this business hasn't been too kind to either of us lately. Neither of us consider this shit fun anymore, but I'm still resilient enough to fight for it. I know I can be the greatest of all time, BK, and to guarantee my place at the top, I'll have to kill you to do it.
The severity of his words came out very sternly through his calm demeanor. No more yelling, he was too tired of it. He was tired of screaming until his face turned read and his chest hurt, this was going to be the last time he would ever have to deal with BK London, and for that he was happy.
Adrian Flamingo: Tonight, the blood feud dies and we end it the same way I started it... just business. Tell your daughter I'm sorry for what I had to do tonight, and if she ever wants a shot at me when she's older, I'm more than happy to let her have it. Tell her an old, crazy Flamingo will be waiting for her with her daddy's greatest accomplishment wrapped around his waist.
Adrian grinned one last time for the camera and let it fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 10, 2008 16:33:23 GMT -5
Segment: Native Son, Rising Sun (Credit: Senator)
Senator Steve Phillips, now firmly situated in his temporary desk at the Tokyo Dome, is seen working on seemingly important paperwork, intently focusing, perhaps too much so, as the door opens quietly, and a bald, stocky man walks up to the desk, startling the Senator with his greeting.
Mr. Nobunaga: Phillips! Been a long time.
The Senator: Masakatsu, I knew you were in town, but you hardly needed to sneak up on me like that!
Nobunaga: You are lucky that I didn't kick your desk over, as I thought of doing. Leaving your guard open like that is unwise in or out of the ring, especially with enemies lurking about. Do not do so again, or you risk more than a simple leg injury.
Senator: Hey, I will have you know that this is one of, if not the nastiest injury that I have ever incurred...
Nobunaga: Temporary loss of mobility is nothing. I have done worse to my opponents on more than one occasion back in the eighties. You called me for a reason, that other week. I figured that it was convienent to take advantage of ACW travel services to visit old friends in Osaka, and meet you here. You want to train again, do you not? In a very short period of time, otherwise, you would have just asked Dwight.
Senator: You know it.
Nobunaga: I will not let you have an easy go of it. The doctors will not let you fight. The officials will not let you fight.
Senator: Perhaps...but I have a few tricks up my sleeve, as far as the backstage politics go...
Nobunaga: I will tell you this. If you seek revenge on Dan White, and want it at Omega Effect, I can try to get you ready. If your leg gives out, that is unfortunate, but that is life. If not, then you will be able to face him on level terms.
Senator: Well, next week, I will face both Gingerdude and the fans, and perhaps, Mr. White, as well. If you can start my crash course back into the world of wrestling, then...then, in that case, we will simply take things, one step at a time.
Nobunaga: Expect little and recieve nothing. Dan White tried to end your career as a wrestler. Do you have no sense of honor? He took away what realistically was your last chance at regaining your shot at the ACW Title! He took away your dream at winning in the main event of Omega Effect, that last goal I know you had in the back of your head! Do you have no dignity? Are you going to let that bastard stomp your leg into the grass, in a damn soccer match, to boot, and not try to get him back as soon as humanly possible? If so, that is not the Steve Phillips that I remember, and not a man I am interested in working with, not in this capacity.
Senator: Bum leg or not, I will not be addressed in that manner, not in my own locker room!
Nobunaga: So you do get angry...are you willing to channel that?
Senator: In a word, yes...count me in on your crazy rapid recovery scheme...if it does not kill me, it just might allow me to do so for the career of Mr. White. And no better stage than the one that awaits us here soon...besides, when I said I had a few tricks up my sleve, I meant that...and that, my friend, is nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out.
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