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    Chapter Six: Hippo Promoted to Detective

    ACW: HIPPO PROMOTED TO DETECTIVE


    ACW Presents it's fourth show Chapter Six: Hippo Promoted to Detective. Branson Younger's win in the history books, his next challenger AJ Winters takes on Chris Kenway before the title fight.

    Vs.

    USA VS. CANADA

    Vs.

    HARD AS AN ELBOW:

    Vs.

    ACW Vs. VIVA Part-Timer:


    THE RECAP:
    AJ Winters faces an obstacle in Chris Kenway, arguably the next one in line for the title who has been dealing with all kinds of troubles since his lavish behavior at chapter 3. Darius Luten debuted in VIVA and showcased the Luten title, declaring himself the technical champion while Tyler Hart is still reeling from Susan Morris, wife of Karl Morris, dressed herself as his deceased girlfriend in spite of Hart ditching Karl during the tournament.
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    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    #Perfect Day by The Constelliations#

    Darius Luten steps out with his Luten Championship held high above his head. Dressed moderately smart in a jacket, shirt and jeans combo as he walks down to the ring to the boos in the crowd from some. Luten bats the fans jeers off with a mild cringe to them as he is handed a microphone.

    DARIUS LUTEN: My name is Darius Luten. Behold, idiots, at what I have upon my shoulder…

    DARIUS LUTEN: Jealousy is indeed all the more flattering. Because I, yes me, Darius Luten, I am the technical ACW Champion whether the Northern hoser AJ Winters is a contender or not, I am the rightful champion…and I have proof.

    Darius directs the fans to the small tron up on the stage, the two small TVs playing ACW's logo sequence on loop now play with audio Chapter 5 where Darius Luten covers Branson and almost gets the three count. Sister Lucille pulls El Ref out of the ring and the crowd boo her before the clip ends.

    DARIUS LUTEN: The way I see it, the way you, therefore, should see it is I am technically this promotion's champion. And I thought, as the champion, I'd welcome you all to Chapter Six: Technical Difficulties.

    #Rocksteady by The Bloody Beetroots#

    Arlen Kavanagh walks out with a brisk pace to the ring already having a live microphone in hand. He looks at Luten the entire walk to the ring frowning with a grin and finally rolls into the ring where he climbs to his feet and gestures to cut off his music.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: You'alright mate?


    ARLEN KAVANAGH: I'm asking you that because you did compete over in California where you showed off that bit of bling you got there. But the thing is, I'm not quite sure we can just let you have the Luten Championship because then AJ's gonna turn up with the Canadian Championship. Kenway with some sort of Million Dollar Title variation, Nick will have some Brooklyn one, Penelope's going to bring out a Unicorn title and Wes, well I don't want to know what title he'd even fathom if I'm honest.

    The crowd begin to laugh along at the list of title variations Arlen comes up with and gradually begin to chant.

    CROWD (CHANTING): Unicorn Title, Unicorn! Unicorn Title, Unicorn!


    DARIUS LUTEN: You think this is funny?

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: A little bit, I mean, it is a lovely title and all that. No one's knocking the craftsmanship or nothing of that sort. But Branson Younger is our champion…

    The crowd boos the notion of Branson.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: However unpopular he may be…and he did beat you fair in the ring since I'd have probably restarted the match up and your babe ended up doing the bloody same thing, mate!

    DARIUS LUTEN: Look. I know that your everyone's friend and you attempt to be the cool boss. But I want to speak to an adult.

    Darius says confronting Arlen face to face, toe to toe. The crowd boos Luten.

    DARIUS LUTEN: You can try and set up Branson vs AJ Winters all you like, we both know since I've reiterated it to you that I am technically the ACW Champion and AJ Winters should be lacing his boots to step in the ring with me. The fact he isn't is poor business management and that's your fault.

    Luten prods Arlen in the chest and makes the Lad in Charge shake his head.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Dunna poke me, mate. How's about some personal space too, yeah?

    #Light & Day by The Polyphonic Spree#

    Wes Futhhais comes walking out of the back in a full white gown with his hair loose but waxed in place. Luten and Kavanagh turn to face the ring as Futhhais comes down to the ring, walking around it to grab himself a mic and steps onto the ring apron.

    WES FUTHHAIS: Fellas…


    WES FUTHHAIS: Lets all take some time to settle this out. Stepping up to the man in charge, balls.

    He clicks his tongue and issues finger guns to Luten with a wink.

    WES FUTHHAIS: But all to get suspended so you don't have to fight The Meshuga of Melee. The Sniper of-

    Darius walks towards Wes with a stop hand signal.

    DARIUS LUTEN: We don't have time to listen to you list out your endless, self-appointed nicknames!

    WES FUTHHAIS: But dude, I added a particularly righteous one…Long Zipper Flippa'

    Luten grits his teeth with an eye roll as Wes removes his gown to show it written on his stomach, the only part he shaved.

    DARIUS LUTEN: Hideous. Laughable, like the extraordinary idea I'd ever need to run from a dead horse like yourself. Trust me when I tell you this, Wes, I am on another level compared to you.

    WES FUTHHAIS: But bro, I just got some XP from listening to you and I just plum levelled up!

    DARIUS LUTEN: Idiot!

    And Luten shoulder checks Wes as he passes him, stepping out of the ring and begins to point at Wes and Arlen; inaudibly repeating what he said in the ring as he gets his title on his shoulder.

    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    Backstage the camera opens to the sparkled dress and a female form; panning up to capture the dark, shoulder length hair and then spots in the mirror Susan Morris.

    TYLER HART (O.S): You!

    She casually looks to the side of the mirror

    SUSAN MORRIS: Please, I'm waiting for my husband…

    SUSAN MORRIS: Who is going to ruin you so badly tonight you'll probably bugger off to some island in the Phillipines forever.

    TYLER HART: Does Karl know what an unfortunate, wicked, insensitive witch he's married to?

    She just stares up at him.

    TYLER HART: No. No-oo of course he doesn't.

    SUSAN MORRIS: Like Ibuki was a perfect angel.

    Tyler grabs the door stop and hurls it towards Susan who covers up. He deliberately misses but causes the mirror to crack as a result of the force.

    TYLER HART: Don't you ever say her name. Don't you ever mock Ikumi's name!

    He darts his eyes as he stares into her, slightly frightened ones. He grows closer to her, tensing his face until Susan visibly swallows and retreats by closing off her shoulders and holding her hands together before her.

    TYLER HART: I don't like you and I wish with every fibre within me that you were in the ring tonight, under contract like Kiz and Penelope are. I'd end your career, know that…yeah?

    Tyler walks off while Susan frantically searches her bag for her phone and dials a contact before bringing it to her ear and mops a tear forming in her eye.

    SUSAN MORRIS (VOICE-BREAKING): Miguel, it's Susan…I need to talk…

    LOCATION: OHAMA NEBRASKA | WOODS HOUSEHOLD
    The home of Penelope Woods.

    The camera opens to Penelope pacing in her bedroom barefoot in a white t-shirt with a dungarees dress.

    PENELOPE: Pick Up. Please pick up...

    AJ WINTERS (ANSWERING MACHINE MESSAGE): This is AJ Winters, I'm busy right now. Please leave your message after.

    The camera cuts to a small rash on her wrist as she scratches it and then back to a headshot of Penelope sitting on her comforter.

    PENELOPE: Um, AJ? Hi, this is Penelope. Merry Christmas and stuff! But, I wanted to, like, tell you. You know you have to fight Chris in January? Um, well, there was an older man who asked me and Chris to bet against your match against Branson. So I couldn't go another, like, second without saying to you that, um, I think you must be careful about the match and stuff. I think they want Branson to win.

    Penelope looks over at her computer, donations were coming in slowly at Christmas but she didn't have the money like Chris Kenway was going to offer.

    PENELOPE: So be careful in your match against Kenway and stuff. And Merry Christmas! And a Happy Happy New Year. Bye!

    She hangs up the phone and sighs in relief, totally feeling weight off her shoulders as her itching becomes nothing. Not a bother as she sets down her phone and then heads to her bedroom door.

    PENELOPE: Daddy! I'm ready to wrap presents now!

    LOCATION: TORONTO ONTARIO CANADA | AJ WINTER'S CHILDHOOD HOME
    The home of Penelope Woods.

    The camera opens to a taxi pulling up to the curb. The door opens up and AJ Winters emerges above the door frame. The camera cuts to the side as it films AJ closing the door; phone in hand as he pulls the phone to his ear.

    PENELOPE (VOICE MAIL): Um, AJ? Hi, this is Penelope. Merry Christmas and stuff! But, I wanted to, like, tell you. You know you have to fight Chris in January? Um, well, there was an older man who asked me and Chris to bet against your match against Branson. So I couldn't go another, like, second without saying to you that, um, I think you must be careful about the match and stuff. I think they want Branson to win.

    AJ is seen smirking.

    PENELOPE (VOICE MAIL): So be careful in your match against Kenway and stuff. And Merry Christmas! And a Happy Happy New Year. Bye!

    The camera pans around AJ to show the house foreclosed by the bank as he begins to walk towards the door.

    LOCATION: TORONTO ONTARIO CANADA | AJ WINTER'S CHILDHOOD HOME | 2016
    The home of Penelope Woods.

    AJ Winters is shown sitting in his room, playing his Xbox One console with a noise cancelling headset on. Under his shirt, the outline of an icepack wrapped around his back can be seen as he continues his recovery. The doorbell can be heard ringing in the house and a female voice calls out, "I'll get it!" as AJ is oblivious to the noise downstairs as his mother, Katie, gets the door. The camera cuts to the open door as the scene downstairs can be seen. Max Wolfe is seen standing in the doorway of the home.

    KATIE WINTERS: Oh, Max! So great to see you, please, come in!

    MAX WOLFE: Thank you, Katie. Nice to see you as well.

    Max steps in and shakes the hand of AJ's father, Paul.

    MAX WOLFE: Nice to see you too, Paul.

    AJ's father nods his head as Max and his parents sit on the couch. The audio of the stream cuts to the sounds from AJ's video game as he shoots at some bad guys. Shooting people left and right until everyone is dispersed of and there's a moment of silence before a scream loud enough to be heard through the headphones comes from downstairs.

    PAUL WINTERS: AJ! Get down here now!

    AJ sighs and takes off the headphones, putting his phone in his pocket and heads down the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks as he sees Max Wolfe sitting across from his parents on the couch. His father looks angry while his mother is showing signs on tearing up. Max on the other hand looks happy and has small smile on his face.

    AJ WINTERS: What the fuck is going on?

    Paul gets up and approaches AJ as he gets to the bottom of his stairs.

    PAUL WINTERS: What the fuck is going on? AJ, I should be asking you the same fucking question. What the fuck is this?

    AJ's dad shoves a piece of paper in his face, the same papers that the dean and Max showed

    PAUL WINTERS: Fucking steroids, AJ? Are you fucking kidding?

    AJ WINTERS: Dad, I can explain, it's fucking Max! He's setting me up.

    AJ looks at his dad in complete disbelief.

    PAUL WINTERS: Fucking bullshit AJ, Max has been helping you this whole time, he's turned you into the greatest prospect in college baseball today. Not anymore AJ! All that hard work is fucking worthless now.

    MAX WOLFE: It's true AJ, I've just been trying to help you. But I can't keep my mouth shut any longer.

    AJ WINTERS: You son of a bitch...

    AJ clenches his fist and pushes past his father and looks to punch Max but is restraint by his father, who holds him against the wall which makes his mother cry.

    KATIE WINTERS: Paul, stop!

    Paul turns to his mother and holds his hand up.

    PAUL WINTERS: Shut it Katie, I'm dealing with this.

    Katie whimpers as he turns back to AJ who struggles as his larger father presses him up against the wall.

    PAUL WINTERS: What the fuck is wrong with you, AJ? You've officially fucked your baseball career. Not to mention all this money you now owe to the University.

    AJ WINTERS: You're actually going to believe this piece of fucking shit over me? Seriously, Dad?

    PAUL WINTERS: How am I supposed to feel knowing that you lied to me. Saying you took a semester off for your injury when in reality you fucking lied! You got suspended by the school. What the fuck else have you been lying to me about?

    AJ shakes his head.

    AJ WINTERS: Nothing, I swear.

    PAUL WINTERS: Bullshit, AJ.

    Paul relieves the pressure on AJ but still stands between him and Max.

    PAUL WINTERS: I want you out AJ. By the time I come back from work tomorrow, I want you gone.

    AJ WINTERS: You can't be serious, Dad? You're kicking me out? Max is fucking lying to you!

    MAX WOLFE: Really. And I guess the dean is lying too?

    AJ leans out behind his father and points at Max.

    AJ WINTERS: You fucking shut it, Max.

    MAX WOLFE: AJ, I gave you time to come clean but you never did. I'm sorry I had to do this.

    AJ catches his father off guard, pushing past his father and punching Max straight across the face, knocking his glasses off.

    AJ WINTERS: Fuck you Max!

    AJ yells as he gets pulled back by his dad and gets pushed into the doorway.

    PAUL WINTERS: Get the fuck out AJ, now! I've had enough of you. Just fucking leave!

    AJ goes to complain but the door is slammed and locked in his face. AJ sighs and walks away, turning back to see a bloodied but smirking Max, standing in the window with a towel to his nose. He simply waves to AJ before Paul closes the curtain.
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    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    P R E - M A T C H



    #3 Doors Down - It's Not My Time#

    Tyler steps out rolling his wrists with a black shirt on and walks out, pointing up to the sky for a moment. He gazes up and mouths something inaudible and then beats his heart twice before walking his way down to the ring. Hart gives a few fans a high five before walking up the steep steps and steps into the ring. He blanks Arlen and waits in the corner closest to the entrance way for his opponent.

    #Just Can't Get Enough By Depeche Mode#

    The crowd claps for Karl to the beat of his music and he emerges without Susan but a nervous state as he walks down to the ring with a put-on brave face. The pants do fall down gradually and Karl keeps pulling them up and adjusting them. He chooses to go around the ring to stay away from Hart and climbs onto the ring apron before stepping in opposite Tyler.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for the one fall. To my left...From Denver, Colorado. The Hybrid, please welcome....Tyler Hart!

    Tyler stares down Karl as he rocks back and forth in the corner, on his feet, while chewing on his cheek.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And his opponent. From Manchester!. The Mongolian Chief of Chops. Karl Morris!

    Karl nervously readjusts his hat and pulls up his tights as he waits for the ring bell.

    R I N G - B E L L

    Tyler Hart starts up by shaking Karl's hand and telling him that he's too good for Susan, who isn't ringside for this match. Karl takes a small issue with it and they lock up with Karl holding a headlock for all but two-seconds. Tyler back suplexes Karl sharply on his neck and stomps on the back of his head before visibly regretting the action. Hart graciously allows Beardy to check on Karl and allow him to get up as the pair wrestle as normal. Tyler's hip toss leave Karl hurting in the corner as Hart delivers a high intensity calf kick and lands on the outside as if he was skinning the cat in a battle royale.

    Karl Morris catches Hart with a Mongolian chop to reverse the double axe handle off the top rope and begins to deliver a series of dropkicks. The crowd count along with him as Karl gets a grand total of twelve back to back dropkicks on Hart before he gets caught under the arms and Hart looks to catapult but Karl pulls himself under the ropes to cause Hart to deliver a decapitator, launching him neck first into the ropes; boos coming in for Tyler who didn't mean the move but the fans saw this with the piledriver to Wes, too many accidents.

    The finale of the match comes with Tyler Hart locking the change of heart on Karl, who immediately taps to avoid the move for too long.

    P O S T - M A T C H



    Tyler apologizes to Morris and rolls out of the ring, heading back holding his head.

    TIC TOC: Tyler Hart's headspace is something I gotta question. The so called good-guy attempting to decapitate Karl Morris.

    TK: Just isn't cool, or right to do that, kids. That's a TK Lesson.



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    LOCATION: TJ's Cafe
    The Café serves a number of hot drinks, cold drinks and hot food. It's owned and operated by TJ and has operated in London since the 2003.

    The camera opens to Arlen and Pete Sheridan in a booth sitting opposite each other; filmed by a fixed camera. Arlen brushes his hair aside and Pete puts his keys from his pants pocket into his hat beside him.

    "POPS" PETE SHERIDAN: So, how do you think this business venture of yours is going?

    Arlen begins to nod with a confident grin.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: I think it's going great. We have a solid, core group of talent, a champ and fucking hungry contenders all around. No one's doddling.

    A snort and then a scoff from Pete. Arlen leans back with a suspected look.

    POPS: And the abduction of your talent, the protestors who fill the crowds, even that awful mismanagement title fight, that's all hunky dory in your eyes?

    Pete helps himself to the coffee beside him to wash down his last bite of a slither of bacon and toast.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Yeah.

    Arlen shrugs and Pete lightly puts the cup down and slaps the table.

    POPS: NO!

    Arlen looks over his shoulder and then back to Pete bemused.

    POPS: That's a big No-no!

    Pete stares down Arlen intensely.

    POPS: That's an unsafe working condition. That's false advertising and that's slandering another business which, kiddo, happens to have a legal team that will be happy to take that cheap Nike jacket off your back.

    Arlen looks down at his zipped up jacket and waves it off.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Some things have happened. We weren't shooting for ethical promotion of the year were we?

    POPS: And this whole thing of Miguel making matches? What's that all about?

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: I don't ideally want to piss off the guy who donates the lights we turn on. So I let him do a little, casual booking.

    Pete's jaw drops for a moment and he looks around startled before holding the table firmly.

    POPS: CASUAL. CASUAL booking. Letting him book two main events back to back, one of them's was a contender match for crying out loud. Where were you?

    Arlen hushes Pete and pats down with his hands.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Don't get your knickers in a twist, but I was casually doing some interviews for prospering talent.

    POPS: Girls?

    Arlen nods to the side.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ring girls.

    POPS: THERE'S NO ROUNDS IN WRESTLING!

    Arlen pats down again. Pete's eyes pop and jaw locks.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: There is. Two out of three falls. I'm booking that for Branson vs. AJ. I've also got Kenners vs. Nick for the next title shot.

    He pauses and Pete huffs. Arlen pops his jacket forward with a cheeky smile.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: I'm on top of things, mate, don't worry. I'm the Lad in Charge and my will be done.

    And he steps out of the booth.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Thanks for brekky.

    Arlen turns his back as Pete wags his finger.

    POPS: Hey, no I didn't agree to that! You come back here and pay for your frittata!

    But the bell rings as the door opens and Arlen heads out into the street with Pete watching him, shaking his head.
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    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    P R E - M A T C H



    #Perfect Day by The Constelliations#

    Darius holds up his title to the crowd as he emerges in ring gear and behind him drops a banner which reads "Technical ACW Champion" Luten holds the pose for a lengthy time to annoy the crowd before walking down slowly to the ring and ignores the crowd unless it is to show off the belt. He gets into the ring and stares down Arlen while raising up his title.

    #Bubble Pop by Hyuna#

    On the same banner appears Wes' anime projection who dances around in full white blazer, shirt, pants and top hat. The banner has a pair of scissors cut open a hole and then Wes rips his way through to appear as the anime come to life before walking down to the ring pysched and tears away the clothes to slide in with his regular ring gear on, albeit less fancy.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for the one fall. To my left...From Bardstown, Kentucky. He's the meshuga of melee, the bobcat of brawls, the furiosa of fights, the sniper of scraps, the swindle of swedges; Wes Futhhais. Hagendas Honcho who's all macho

    Wes then whispers in Arlen's ear.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And he fucking loves streamers!

    Wes calls the fans to cascade crepe paper streamers that flood the arena in red, blue, yellow, green, all varieties of colors.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Please welcome....Wes Futhhais!

    Wes brings his hands together and shakes them either side of his head and then chants "Level Up" to Darius.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And his opponent. From Reseda, California. With an insistence I refer to him as the technical ACW Champion. Darius Luten, everybody!

    Darius raises his Luten Championship above everyone and receives the boos from the crowd but remains straight-faced. Calm, cool and collected as he hands off the title to Chezzah.

    R I N G - B E L L

    The match story was headstrong champion, firmly believing he was the true champion vs the wild and unpredictable Wes. Darius Luten early on has great reactions in avoiding the holds applied by Wes who couldn't land a suplex no matter which one he tried. Luten early on connected with his Domin-oh kick to send Wes out of the ring. Luten refused to go out of the ring as Wes called for streamers to fly again and fans tried to strike Luten. This crepe distraction allowed Wes to hit the suplex he looked for and he paraded outside the ring with the Luten title.

    Of course, this sent Luten out in a rare, unthinkable suicide dive where he added a flurry of punches at Wes. Wes got the better of him on the irish whip and sent Luten into the stairs; immediately following it up with a flying clothesline and Wes lands on his knees celebrating with the fans patting him. Wes calls himself the long zipper flippa' and heads up to the top rope to deliver on just that if Luten hadn't pushed him off, landing Wes on the ropes head first and he snaps back into the ring.

    The fans watch as Luten applies chinlocks to Wes even though he fights to his feet every time, no matter if he was slipped, arm dragged, snapmared or hair pulled. The fifth attempt had the Meshuga of Melee deliver an exceptional back elbow and clocked Luten with a palm strike to his chatterbox chin. Wes gained the full advantage of the fans, taking a split second to wrap a piece of a streamer around him like a noble scarf before delivering a poppa powerbomb and dedicating it to his unborn Jaga Thunderstorm Harken-Futhhais but it was kicked out by Luten.

    Wes took to the top rope to call out the Long Zipper Flippa' and moonsaults into an empty pool as he clutches his chest, Luten landed a running Domin-oh kick to end Wes in the middle of the ring.

    P O S T - M A T C H



    Luten told Wes that he wasn't good enough to be a champion and gets tripped up by Futhhais who quickly applies his Delfin Clutch and counts one, two, three before rolling away as he declares himself Technically the Luten Champion. Darius is wagging his finger but Wes casually ignores it and narrates to himself how great it feels to be technically the champ.

    TIC TOC: I believe Wes Futhhais is using the technicality a little too loosely there but he's in his own world.

    TK: He did pin the champ, though.

    TIC TOC: I'm not going to agree with Luten's whole technical champion lawyering he's trying, likewise I'll say he didn't beat the champion in a scheduled, sanctioned contest, TK. Hypothetically if Luten was a champion, which he's not.



    WRITER: OrigRosebud
    LIVE Match: This match is filmed as on-camera and thus your character will have complete knowledge of what happened here.
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    LOCATION: BACKSTAGE | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino features an Aladdin like character dressed in the prince robes. The doors blue glass and grand in size. The building large in size featuring five floors. A hotel above the casino which houses a number of games and the office and staff area located on a basement level. Lastly an open room which is typically rented out for expos and wedding parties. Owned by Miguel Lorenzo Garcia and opened in 2005 in London. It has a strict policy of banning card counters for life and has been robbed on one occasion, the robbers were apprehended an hour later. Security since the robbery in 2011 has been tightened and overseen by Dante Walker.

    Kizzie shows up with her blonde hair tucked behind her in a quick clip as a tray of drinks passes her by. The pitter-patter of chatter of the punters and gamblers fill the room as Kizzie takes her deep breath and spots on his break ACW Interviewer; Keiran Finney

    KIZZIE PARKS: Hi there.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Kizzie!

    He bellows to her in a slightly slurred tone, teeth filled grin and passes her the pint the bartender just pulled for him.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Here, you have that. Another Stellar for us.

    Not one to refuse a pint, Kizzie reaches for it and graciously gives him a raise of her glass before tasting the pilsner and knocks back a few gulps before setting the glass down on a Baba costa.

    KIZZIE PARKS: Is Arlen around? I want to talk to him about my next match up. I kind of need some dosh now.

    She looks around a little to see if he was by the bar but the front line was filled with nothing more than gamblers in need of wetting their whistle. Keiran shakes his head with a curl of his bottom lip.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Nah, you won't have a chance now because he's out in the ring and he's going to leg it back to his place as soon as the show ends.

    Dejected, Kizzie winces and dips her head.

    KIZZIE PARKS (QUIETLY): Fuck sake.

    Patting his chest with a flat hand; Keiran gives her a strained look.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Hello, I'm his roommate. What do you want as your next match and I'll make sure it happens.

    She scratches her head and after another sip of stellar she calms her nerves. A hand rests on the counter to protect her drink while she uses her other one to move and add to what she's saying.

    KIZZIE PARKS: I want a match to basically get myself into the spotlight. Yeah, I'm still new but I've lost out on pay because of a dickhead so I just want a chance to get out of my overdraft.

    Keiran takes out his wallet and gives the bartender a fiver for their drinks after his staff discount and pays for both. He winks and wags his finger to Kizzie.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: I might have an idea. Earlier this absolute prick, Darius, started flaunting some tatty belt he made. So what I could do is set you up with Penelope and Darius in a triple threat. AJ Winters won one last year and got a title shot. Younger won the title in the match, trust, win a triple and you'll get into the title hunt and I'll see if you can double your pay.

    She sighs with relief and chases it with her drink.

    KIZZIE PARKS: That would be amazing if you could.

    KEIRAN FINNEY: Stick with me, we'll get you sorted.

    WRITER: HPanda
    CANON SEGMENT: This segment is filmed as off-camera and thus your character will have no knowledge of what happened here unless they were involved.



    LOCATION: RING | BONITA BABA CASINO
    The Casino wrestling features black ring ropes encompassing the ring size 18' by 18'. The fans seated around the ring are separated by a small space. There exists no ring steps for the ring and the turnbuckles are made of a full pads with ACW written on each pad. The guard rails around the ring are chained together by security and ring crew.

    P R E - M A T C H



    #Learn Truth By R.A. The Rugged Man (ft. Talib Kweli)#

    Chris Kenway steps out of the back with his fist high in the air and a smug smile on his face. He hands off a stare to the protestors in the crowd waving "Down with the Lion" signs and cringes their way, keeping a distance from them before he heads to the ring and climbs onto the apron. Wiping his feet, he steps through quickly and roars to the crowd with his hand up.

    #Entrance Music#

    AJ Winters steps out from the back and doesn't waste any time in running to the ring as he slides in. He hops to his feet, eager to compete and circles the ring before turning his back but not his head on Kenway as he climbs the corner. El Ref stands between the two as AJ raises his arms up and draws the title on his waist; until his sees in the crowd Max Wolfe sipping on a beer bottle and raises it to AJ. AJ dismounts but keeps his eyes locked on Max.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for the one fall. To my left...From
    Lake Success, New York. The Lion, the money maker. To cool for school, please welcome....Chris Kenway!


    He's generally met with boos from the crowd but has no reaction to them other than his smug as he looks towards AJ.

    ARLEN KAVANAGH: And his opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The All arounder from the great white north. The back-ache-bringer and dream dasher. AJ Winters!

    AJ's met with cheers and he nods to them, holding the ring ropes as he stays alert for Kenway.

    R I N G - B E L L

    The bell sounds as AJ is on his toes staying cautious of Kenway and what he may have been instructed. Kenway cracking his knuckles and aggressing to try and grapple AJ, whom ducks and the Winter whiz kid runs Kenway into the ring ropes and goes for the O'Connor roll up but Kenway kicks him off with ease. AJ's up to his feet alarmingly quicker than Kenway to land a strong style boot into the mush that has Kenway on his back and AJ picking the pin up for a two count before Kenway rolls a shoulder off the mat and clutches his face.

    TIC TOC: AJ with some hot intensity right out of the gate and this man is going to fight for the title at our next show right here in the Bonita Baba Casino.

    TK: Lion taming before our very eyes!


    Kenway gets dragged up by AJ Winters who leads him head first into the top turnbuckle and adds a stiff European uppercut to clean Kenway's clock, or so he thought. Kenway's stronger threshold for pain has AJ struck in the gut by a shoot toe kick and Kenway roaring like the Lion his moniker and company is named; gutwrench suplexes the Canadian into the corner. Fans jump to their feet at the violent landing and impact as Kenway sits up, turning to the camera and asking "Like that, Carlo?", taking any means necessary. AJ rolls onto his back and Kenway runs and sentons on AJ's back as if he were cannonballing into a pool.

    Kenway then mounts AJ and begins to throw some mixed martial arts punches to the back of the head and cheeks before AJ fully covers up. Kenway slips his hands under AJ's chin, clinches the legs and rolls onto his side for the rear naked choke hold. The crowd strongly behind AJ who cheer him on.

    CROWD (CHANTING): Don't tap out! Don't tap out! Don't tap out!

    AJ, whether he listened to the fans or not, refuses to give in and manages to pin Kenway's shoulders to the mat. El Ref gets in position for the pinfall but Kenway pops his shoulders off the mat and allows AJ to land on his other side and get a foot on the rope. Kenway tries to pull the leg off but El Ref at cuatro has Kenway break the hold.

    With AJ at a shortness of breath, Kenway runs in and kneels to drive his knee as strong as he can into AJ's lower back; causing a wince of pain from AJ as he flops onto the outside. Kenway steps out where the crowd begin jeering him and he yells back at them while he stomps down on AJ's lower back. Kenway goes as far as standing on him firmly while arguing with a fan in the front row before he's done with the fan and pulls AJ up; two hand tossing him onto his back. Kenway turns back to the fan and tells him to watch this; running at AJ to land a vicious penalty style kick into AJ's ribs. That is where AJ looks up to the fans and spots Max Wolfe who admires the match.

    TIC TOC: AJ Winters on the receiving end of, you know what, a downright, street style ass kicking.

    TK: If he losses, does Kenway fight Branson?

    TIC TOC: No, but he will be right up there as next in line, especially if AJ does pull out the win, you can bet Kenway will be knocking on the door.


    AJ Winters gets sent back in the ring where Kenway steps inside to not waste any time as he forces Winters up for a back suplex lift and places him on the top rope. Winters is then subjected to Kenway's boxing combinations to his lower back as El Ref orders him to back off. Kenway climbs up to the second rope and looks like he's going for an avalanche back suplex but AJ lands a nasty shot on the nose to back down the lion to the ring canvas; on his feet. Kenway holds the nose as AJ Winters turns around and spots Kenway recovering quickly, leaps off the top rope to try and clear Kenway but mistimed and misjudged it as he lands in Kenway's bicycle kick to leave Winters laid out on the ring mat. Kenway shakes his head and drags the groggy Toronto-born as he lands a straight up T-Bone suplex into the corner and then he picks up the scraps for his finisher. Lifting AJ into his fireman's carry before AJ slips down behind Kenway with a full nelson, lifts the star up while pulling him back into a full nelson double knee backbreaker that leaves both men down.

    AJ and Kenway get back up, Kenway lands a haymaker to AJ; he walks along the ropes to the corner where Kenway connects with a running knee lift and proceeds to whip AJ to the other corner to hit another. Kenway knees an empty corner as AJ runs out of it towards the ring ropes and goes low on the dropkick. Kenway facebusters as his legs are kicked from under him with AJ Winters quickly getting back to his feet and goes for his olympic slam with a strained face from Kenway's 250lbs weight but plants the lion on his back. Kenway rolls over onto his stomach and gets up to his knees where AJ, red faced in anger as he spots Max, runs back into the ring ropes and clocks Kenway with an enziguri to turn his lights out; he flops to the floor. AJ secures the leg and a forearm across the chest, closing his eyes tightly as he looks up to the ceiling but El Ref doesn't count the three with Kenway's burst to life.

    TIC TOC: AJ wanted it, he put everything he had behind that devastating kick but the Mohegan Lion is tough in business, tough in the ring.

    TK: And we're both rich, just saying.


    AJ Winters looks to Max and throws his hand down in a slicing motion to signal the end of it. AJ drags Kenway up from the ring mat and proceeds to get him into a suplex hold, but the lift is difficult after the T-Bone suplex in the corner. Winters tries for it again and has Kenway lift him up and drop him in a powerslam, jackhammer motion with the lateral press; El Ref swoops in to make the count but AJ Winters is able to pop his shoulder up and stay alive.

    Kenway mockingly calls AJ's inability to suplex a choke artist move and taunts him before landing a leg drop on the back of the head. AJ rolls over onto his back holding where his forehead bashed into the mat but Kenway pulls his arm ontop of Kenway as he begins to lock in the modified gogoplata with AJ trying to pull free but the clinch around his head traps him and Kenway yells towards AJ. AJ powers himself onto his feet with Kenway laughing at his try to powerbomb and deadlift Chris' dead weight. But AJ changes strategy and tucks his free arm under the leg and proceeds to roll onto a bridge that wows the crowd and effectively pins Kenway to the mat. El Ref is there for the count and gets the one, the two, Kenway breaks his hold but can't kick AJ off with his legs bent up as the three is counted before AJ rolls out of the ring victorious and Kenway sitting up shocked.

    TIC TOC: Kenway locked in the overdose but what an ingenious, desperate? Lucky move by AJ to turn it into a reverse prawn bridge of some sort.

    TK: That roll up in the start of the match easy enough to kick out of, this one? Not so much.


    P O S T - M A T C H



    Kenway shakes his head, annoyed at the loss as he rolls out of the ring and ambushes the winner, AJ, on the outside with a shove into the steps.

    TIC TOC: Dude, you got beat, what the hell!?

    TK: Into the steel steps with some authority there.


    The crowd boo him for it but he's clearly in the zone with his stomps. Until…

    #Touch the Sky by Julie Fowlis#

    The crowd look to the stage as Penelope comes running out, sporting a new t-shirt which reads "Fight fair when you wrestle in the square." and comes towards Kenway who goes to lariat her. Too quick, fresh as a daisy, Penelope ducks and then dropkicks Kenway in the back of the knee to bring him down. She acts as the separation between them and encourages them to stop. Penelope offers AJ a hand to stand up while Max Wolfe puts his hat on, mildly disgusted at the result and heads out. AJ on his feet looks at Kenway on the other side of the steps now as he heads backstage but points towards Penelope that he did her a favor and now she might regret it.

    TIC TOC: Penelope out here to keep things, as it says on that t-shirt, fair and square.

    TK: She's keeping the contender fresh and unharmed, who gets to fight for the title next chapter. Chapter 7.



    WRITER: Tassler
    LIVE SEGMENT: This match is filmed as on-camera and thus your character will have complete knowledge of what happened here.
    Last edited by OrigRosebud; 03-07-2018 at 04:17 PM.

 

 

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