Monday Night Warfare 15th November 2004

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 6: Predator vs BK London

The crowd is excited about the next match; this is BK’s last chance to test himself and any potential strategies he may have before the ultimate challenge at Hellbound Heart.

Philip: The next match will be a submission match; the winner will be the first person to make their opponent submit or tap out. Introducing first, from Winnipeg….Predator!

”Stay together for the kids” hits, and Predator walks out to a lot of booing from the crowd, who are firmly behind the ever – popular BK. None the less, Predator looks to be collected and concentrating on the job in hand, and he fixes his eyes on the stage as he waits in the ring.

Then “Breathe” hits, and the crowd is on its feet to welcome the World Title challenger.

Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn New York…..BK London!

BK walks out and looks at the throngs of his fans; he still has that detached look on his face, but he gives a brief wave in recognition of them before heading to the ring. Predator is tensed and ready as BK enters, but BK himself takes his time and allows the ref to finish his cursory checks before Philip takes his leave, and the ref signals that they’re good to go.

Bell Rings.

Predator and BK stare at one another before they charge; BK is determined to go forward to Hellbound Heart from a winning position, while Predator will not allow the slight put on him by BK to go unpunished. The crash, when they meet, is massive, and they both reel away from the impact before coming together once more. Predator makes no attempt to disguise his strategy; he lashes out at BK’s legs, trying to soften them up for his preferred sharpshooter hold. BK takes a more flexible approach; he applies an armbar when Predator gives him an opening, which Predator escapes without too much difficulty, and then changes tack by using a Russian legsweep to floor Predator so that he can stamp the merry hell out of his knee joints and calves. Predator reacts by kicking upward, almost connecting with BK’s groin, and the near miss makes BK retreat for just long enough for Predator to get back to his feet. As he does so, however, BK runs in and lifts him up to lock him into a Canadian Backbreaker. Predator grits his teeth, he will not give BK the satisfaction of crying out (at least not yet) and the ref can see no sign that he wants to tap; after about 30 seconds BK tires of supporting Predator’s weight and hurls him to the ground. BK immediately looks to apply a different hold, but Predator bails out of the ring to stop this happening. The crowd boos, and BK fixes Predator with a gaze of contempt; Predator is stung, and he returns the glare before stepping back up to the apron. BK allows him to re – enter the ring, and then the battle kicks off again as the pair move together and tie up once more.

Each man fights to get a solid grip on the other; Predator is ready first and he drops to the mat with BK in a headlock. While BK is down he kicks him hard in the head to stop him getting up, and then finally makes it around the back to set up and lock in his own sharpshooter. BK’s brow wrinkles as he feels the move bite; Predator jacks up the pressure and time ticks past, but BK’s tolerance for pain has grown significantly, slowly being extended as his limits have been tested against the best ACW has to offer. Even so, BK knows that just toughing the move out won’t win him the match, and he starts to claw his way to the ropes; it’s a drawn out affair, as Predator holds him back every inch of the way, but eventually he makes it and pushes the pain out of his mind to turn the tables, kips up and clothesline Predator to the mat so that he can use his Ankle Lock. But he’s closer to the ropes than he realizes, and a concerted effort by Predator means he has to abandon the move. The pair are on their feet again; more blows are exchanged and this time Predator comes off best. He applies a sleeperhold; BK fights, but appears to weaken, and Predator’s hopes are raised….only to be cruelly dashed as BK snaps back to consciousness and elbows his way out before bringing Predator down with the Revolver. With Predator now open for a fresh attack, BK calls on his Full Nelson Camel Clutch; Predator is suffering now, but his spirit still holds and he finds energy deep within himself to get out after about 30 seconds. Knowing he can’t last much longer, Predator summons all he has left and releases a huge wave of blows on BK before executing his Pedigree. With BK face down, he applies the crippler crossface, pouring all his anger from his title loss into the hold, and even the toughened BK can’t completely stifle a cry of pain. But it’s not quite enough; BK knows that if he gives in to Predator, in a sense Rose will have already won, and this fires him up to escape the hold and then DDT Predator to the mat. BK searches his mind quickly for the hold that will give him victory – and a surprising idea enters his head. With Predator down, BK holds his legs in place with his own, and then bends backwards, reaching for Predator’s head; as he locks the Mutoh Sickle into place and rolls over, suspending Predator in the air, Predator roars in agony, and the crowd is immediately reminded of BK’s unsanctioned fight with Ridley many weeks back. BK’s hunch is spot on; like BK’s unfortunate double, Predator can’t tap quickly enough, and BK feels both satisfaction and relief as the bell rings.

Philip: Here is your winner……..BK London!

BK has the victory he wanted, and Predator has given him a useful trial run before the biggest match of his life at Hellbound Heart. As he leaves the ring, BK feels a little more respect for Predator than when he entered it, and though the crowd is very much on BK’s side they acknowledge the excellent match that Predator has put on as he makes his sore way back to the locker rooms.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: PPV Plans (Credit: Yoko)

The scene is the corridor outside the Demon Pit; the door opens, and Yoko is revealed with her laptop under her arm.

Yoko: I'm going outside to work, Rose.

Rose: Okay.

Yoko steps outside of the Demon Pit. Instead of sitting down against the wall, she walks all the way to Rena's locker room and enters it.

Rena: It worked?

Yoko: Yeah.

Rena: I knew it would. Now we can do your homework together. Like some sort of sleepover, without the sleeping.

Yoko sits down and opens her laptop.

Rena: Before we get started, I want to tell you that I was eavesdropping on Kross. He went to Ginger's office and signed your match contract.

Yoko smiles at her.

Yoko: I knew he would.

Rena: ...He also called you a thief for accepting the win against TNT, and said he lost all respect for you.

Yoko stands up quickly, furious.

Yoko: A thief?! I am not a thief! A win is a win!

Rena: Calm down. Save it for Saturday. We'll mess him up bad.

Yoko: Yeah...

Rena puts her hand on Yoko's shoulder.

Rena: We'll make him sorry.

Yoko: We...Need to get this homework done, before Rose checks on me.

She sits back down to her laptop, and Rena sits next to her.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 7: Latino vs Kross

The next match throws up an intriguing question; can Kross maintain his professionalism as a man of the cloth, despite what he knows about his opponent? And just what kind of state of mind is Latino in?

Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall……introducing first, from the Vatican City……Michael Kross!

”Vater Unser” hits, and Kross enters to a loud pop. He bestows his blessings on the “congregation” before he walks to the ring; he leaves his cross and cape on the outside before entering and shaking hands with Philip.

Then “I stand alone” hits, and the crowd reacts with noticeable anger as Latino comes out; understandably, the women in the audience are by far his loudest and most severe critics.

Philip: And his opponent, from New York…….Latino!

Latino comes to the ring without any undue delay; his expression is hard to read, but his own inner turmoil is clearly still weighing him down. Kross knows that he should not let what he has heard from Latino in Confession influence him, but he is in a “crusading” mood, and after Latino’s direct attack on Meltdown Kross is more than ready to do a little smiting of his own. The ref is content that everything is as it should be, and he nods to the timekeeper as Kross and Latino approach one another.

Bell Rings.

Kross leaves Latino in no doubt whatsoever as to his feelings about the attack on Meltdown; Latino has blows rained down upon him by a decidedly peeved Kross and has to use all his agility and wits to protect himself from the worst of the assault. Kross forces Latino back against the ropes and goes for a dropkick to the head, aiming to knock Latino out of the ring, but Latino ducks and rolls eneath Kross while he’s in the air. Kross lands on his feet, but immedately falls victim to a german suplex; as he nips up again Latino is waiting and now he brings his own powerful punches into the fray, ceaselessly pummelling Kross until he is able to knock him down. Latino drops and covers, securing close to a 2 count, but Kross kicks hard and his response is direct and pointed. As Latino tries for another punch Kross whips him to the ropes and runs forward so that Latino is caught almost instantly as he rebounds; Kross yells as he executes a back body drop that sends Latino high in the air before he crashes to the canvas. Kross’ reward is a concrete 2 count; looking for a surprise quick win he lines Latino up for the Redeemer as he gets back up, but Latino has this possibility stored in the back of his mind and he evades the attempt. As Kross lands, Latino tries for one of his own trademarks; he pulls off one vertical suplex, but Kross too has considered potential strategies and he summons a burst of energy to break free from Latino’s grip as he is swinging himself around for the second attack. Thwarted, both men have to think again about how best to tackle teir opponent, and the crowd is engrossed as the two very different superstars reflect for a moment or two before resuming their conflict.

Kross is aware that he’s at a disadvantage in a face to face brawl, so he is cautious about letting Latino get too close to him. This frustrates Latino, who is ticked off at constantly having to pursue Kross all around the ring, and he curses as yet another kick passes through empty air. The profanity seems to trigger Kross’ anger again; fuelled by this he smashes a foot into Latino’s head and lifts him for a slam, but Latino writhes to force Kross to release him and then demonstrates how it should be done with a powerslam of his own. Latino uses a quick leg drop and pin combo, which Kross breaks at 2; Latino elects to continue in the same vein, readying for a superkick, but Kross narrowly avoids it and Latino can’t then block him as Kross grasps his head and runs toward the turnbuckle, halting and releasing Latino at the last second so that he flies forward and jars his shoulder against the unforgiving metal post. With the crowd cheering and shouting, Kross lifts up Latino’s feet and kicks him in the gut while he’s still hung up around the turnbuckle; Latino struggles and Kross lets him go, silently slipping though the ropes so that he can ascend the post that Latino has just managed to extract himself from. With his opponent slightly dazed, Kross gets ready for his dragonrana – he takes flight, but at the moment of connection Latino counters into a kind of sitout powerbomb. Not wasting a second, Latino pins and Kross relies on his instinct to kick in time; but the opportunity is still there to be taken, and now Latino is the one racing against the clock. Latino takes a risk and springs to the corner before jumping into the Housten Hangover; by not looking before leaping he saves a valuable second or two, and Kross doesn’t quite get clear in time. The move connects, and Latino has no major difficulty holding Kross down to earn his 1-2-3.

Philip: Here is your winner……Latino!

Latino stands back up; he has the victory, but he takes little pleasure in it. Kross is obviously disappointed with himself, but Latino surprises many people by assisting Kross to his feet. Latino’s shoulder are sagging slightly as he walks back up the ramp, and Kross can see that the weight on him is a mental burden.

Kross (to himself): Father, grant him…..grant us the courage to do as we ought to, though the way is difficult. Amen.

Taking up his cross once more, Kross ministers to the crowd again as he leaves and the show goes to commercials.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment - Out of Nowhere (Credit: BK London)

The camera shows Rose pacing back and forth in the Demon Pit.

Rose: Hmm…..Yoko never takes this long doing her algebra. I wonder…..

Rose slips open the door; she looks out into the corridor, and her expression darkens as she sees that Yoko is not there. Highly displeased, she stalks down the corridor until she reaches the room she is searching for; a plain sign on the door says simply “Rena”. Rose knocks on the door.

Rose: Yoko, get out here now.

Rose continues to knock on the door, more loudly this time.

Rose: YOKO !!!

Finally Rose gets frustrated and she kicks the locker room door open and she walks inside.

Rose: Yoko, Where are you? Don’t try to hide from me, you know that is impossible.

Voice: Well, if it isn’t the World Champion?

Rose: Who said that?

Suddenly BK walks out from the back and approaches Rose face to face. Rose stares at him coolly.

Rose: I’ll admit it, BK, this is very slightly more imaginative than I had expected from a piece of slime like you. Tell me, are you ready for the biggest asskicking of a life time at Hellbound Heart? Frankly I don't see why Ginger even booked this match - it won't bring in any buyrates, it won't----

BK: Shut up, woman.

The brevity of his remark and his tone of voice stop Rose in her tracks.

Rose: Are you trying to intimidate me, you pathetic excuse of a man?

BK: Don’t make me repeat myself. You heard me. Now-

Out of nowhere BK grabs Rose and he begins to kiss her, after 7 seconds of lips to lips contact and even a little tongue BK backs off and he wipes off his mouth. Rose wipes off her mouth also and she looks up at BK and she starts laughing.

Rose: Haven’t you already hurt your family enough, BK? What would your dear princess say to this?

BK: Your delusions really are tragic, Rose. You think that everyone fears you, that they respect you….well they don’t. I love my fiancée with a depth and passion that your little spiteful brain could never grasp, and she knows very well that I’m just playing with you, that I would never even look twice at a twisted bitch like you. No, this is just a taste..(he runs his tongue around his lip)… of how things will be in our match, Rose. I’m going to strip you of all your pretensions, all your vanity – and when I’m done, I’ll have the belt and you’ll be……no, actually, you won’t be just another victim, Rose…..you’ll be a casualty of war.

BK leaves the room with a cocky smile on his face; as he goes, he takes off the sign that says ”Rena” to reveal under it one that says” BK London's locker room”. After a moment or two, Rose also leaves; she shows little outward emotion, but clearly BK’s stunt has had quite a bit of inward effect. Could BK have found a weakness in her formidable mental defences?

Fade out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: The call (Part 2)

The camera is tracking slowly though the corridors; what is important though is not what is visible, but what is audible.

A telephone is heard ringing, and then there’s a click as it’s picked up.

Hello?

“Hi, Is this Jasmine speaking?”<br>
Yeah, who wants to know?

“Good Evening madam, I’m sorry to trouble you. I’m the company secretary here at Alpha Championship Wrestling……the Chairman, Mr Gingerdude, has asked me to call you on his behalf. I apologize for having to ask you this, but I need to confirm that I’m speaking to the right person. You are currently in a relationship with one of our superstars…..?”<br>
Yes, Victor Laureano. Victor is my long term partner.

“Thankyou, that’s what it says here on his note. Jasmine, I’m pleased to tell you that we’re arranging a special surprise for Victor; he may have a major title opportunity at our forthcoming Pay – Per - View, and we thought in recognition of his service to the firm it might give him a boost if his nearest and dearest were there to support him. So we’ve reserved front row seats for you, the best in the house; would you be interested in attending the show?”<br>
Sure! But I’ve never been to one of these places before….

“Don’t worry about that; we’ll send a car to collect you. All I need is your current address, if that’s all right with you.”<br>
No problem. I’m staying at-

The address given is obscured by static. The camera is now in a darkened, little used part of the building.

“Excellent. Thankyou Jasmine, I’m sure Mr. Laureano will be thrilled…..remember though, it’s a secret so don’t tell him we’ve spoken. Pardon me, but did you say this would be your first visit to a wrestling show?”<br>
That’s right. I’ve always wanted to see Victor wrestle, but it hasn’t been possible before.

“I see. Well I’m sure your visit will be…….enlightening. Thankyou for your time madam, and goodnight.”<br>
OK, bye then.

There is another click as the phone is put down. The camera rounds a final corner….and Alicia flips her own phone closed. She pockets it, and then puts a hand to her neck; she runs her fingers over the lion and dragon pendant, and her eyes flash with a pain that is causing her to teeter on the edge of an infamous genetic psychosis.

AK: Even if I can’t trust Victor any more, I will find out the truth….no matter what it takes to extract it from that…..bitch.

AK walks away into the shadows, and the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 8: Macho Man RDK vs TNT – Boiler Room Match (ACW International Title) (Ending events: Jakie / Latino)

The last match of the evening is also a first; ACW’s first ever boiler room match. The camera shows the inside of the boiler room, deep beneath the arena; inside, Philip is waiting with a referee and a camera crew.

Philip: This is the main event, and it is for the ACW International Title! This is a boiler room match; there is no referee, and the only way to win the match is to be the first person to leave the room, via the only door.

The camera swings to show an ordinary looking fire door.

Philip: Introducing first, the challenger……from Chicago Illinois, the ACW Lightweight Champion, TNT!

In the arena, “Away” hits, and TNT steps through the door into the boiler room. He looks around the dingy space and is not very impressed; he taps his foot and waits impatiently for his opponent.

Philip: And his opponent, the current ACW International Champion…..from Yellowknife, Canada, the Macho Man RDK!

”Macho Man” hits, and the crowd applauds and whoops for RDK as he appears at the door to the boiler room. Even though he obviously can’t see them, he raises an arm to the crowd before walking to the centre of the room. The ref does a quick check for any concealed weapons, and then he holds up the International belt before taking both titles with him as he and Philip leave the room. The door is closed, and in the arena this coincides with a ringing of the bell to confirm that the match has officially begun.

Alone in the cavernous boiler room, RDK and TNT stare at one another. The illumination varies from brightness in the centre of the room to deep shadows at the edges; the boiler itself hums away patiently, going about its business. RDK, being the kind of man not easily phased, makes the first move, and he comes forward to meet his opponent; they lock up and grapple, fighting for every step of ground, until RDK loses his footing slightly on the dusty concrete floor and TNT is able to push him back forcefully against one of the walls. RDK grunts as his back hits the brickwork, and TNT goes to work on his chest and gut, every strike being amplified by the hard wall. But RDK rallies and kicks TNT back before hitting a DDT; the drop to the unforgiving floor hurts both men, and RDK winces a little on impact. TNT is dazed, and RDK has no illusions about hanging around in the dingy confines – he heads for the door, but TNT gathers his wits, jumps up and tackles RDK to the ground a few feet from the exit. For the first time, TNT sees that there are some leftover items from the maintenance crew in the room, and he grins as he snatches up a spare cinderblock and smashes it over RDK’s forehead. But two can play it that way; RDK sticks his hand out with a mouthed appeal to any deity that might be watching, and in a second TNT reels from a strike to the temple with a small hammer. Slowly both men stand up; neither will let the other get away, and they push and pull one another back to the well lit centre of the room. Here, TNT lets rip with a stream of full – on punches, but RDK sucks it up and returns them to centre; the bare lightbulbs shake a little at the vibrations coming from the floor and the moving air, casting eerie shadows around the competing pair as their fierce battle rages.

TNT is getting somewhat wound up by RDK’s seeming ease at coping with the unusual environment; he shifts up a gear and distracts RDK with a throat thrust before booting him hard in the abdomen and then delivering a swift and stylish powerbomb. RDK manages to shift so that he takes most of the impact on his shoulders rather than his head, but TNT also suffers and he takes a major jolt on landing up his spine that considerably slows him as he gets to his feet. RDK is also trying to stand; TNT doesn’t want a repeat of the scuffle by the door, and his eyes alight upon something with considerable potential. Smiling, TNT moves over and picks up the battered – looking shovel; he moves so that he is behind RDK and takes aim, but RDK hasn’t lasted this long in ACW without developing something of a sixth sense for such attacks, and he rolls to evade at the last minute. The shovel rings, steel on cement, and TNT chases after his quarry; RDK puts on a burst of speed and avoids a couple more shots before tripping over a dirty cardboard box. Cornered, RDK manages to get to one knee and block TNT’s shot; they fight for the shovel, but it flies out of TNT’s hands and skitters away into the darkness. TNT moves with lightning speed and lifts RDK up, evidently about to go for a DVD on to the solid floor, but RDK kicks and struggles, causing TNT to lose his balance. The result is an untidy fall that brings both men down on top of the old box; there is a loud sound of shattering glass, and a cloud of noble gases wafts up. As the light – footed camera crew plucks up the courage to get in close, it’s clear that both men have taken a major impact, and the shimmering fragments of glass that make up the remains of the lighttubes have scored numerous cuts and scrapes into the backs and arms of both men. As they slowly rise, it is possible to see the phrase “KOTDM 04 – Leftovers” scrawled in marker pen on the deceased box; bleeding and aching, both men now realize that they have to get out of the room with all haste, lest they handicap themselves for the forthcoming PPV.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Despite the risks, RDK and TNT now produce their well known and powerful moves; TNT takes a Rock – bottom on to the floor, but somehow stands and whips RDK against the boiler itself. RDK staggers away, and TNT uses a northern lights suplex in the hope of putting RDK down permanently. The crowd cries out as RDK hits the ground, but the Macho Man digs deep and just about catches up with TNT as he gets a hand to the doorknob. They exchange punches next to the door, each just inches from success, and the crowd becomes inordinately noisy; TNT delivers a dropkick and snatches at the door, but even as he starts to open it RDK grasps his leg and rolls away, wrenching it as hard as he can. TNT hops backward, trying to free himself and stay on his feet, but RDK stops and pulls harder, causing TNT to be jarred against the floor. Furious, TNT kips up; he is bleeding slightly from his lip which slit a little on impact, but he does not notice. Determined to win, TNT goes all out, looking to get his famous RKO; he tries once, but RDK jinks to one side; TNT rushes back and gets a hold, but RDK throws his weight back to counter TNT’s motion, and both me end up on the floor again. They get up, and RDK tries for the jabroni buster; but TNT resists it, pushes RDK away, and then at the third attempt, TNT finally connects the RKO onto RDK. As the Macho Man’s skull hits the concrete, TNT is already thinking about his escape. TNT struggles to his feet and hobbles toward the door. He reaches for the door knob….but suddenly the door flies open. It is the same man that was on the titantron after TNT’s match on Meltdown.

Jakie: Hey TNT, did you miss me?

TNT: Jak.......AACK-

Before TNT can finish, Jakie grabs TNT by the throat and delivers the second half of his patented Jakie Drop. Jakie knows he needs to make sure that TNT can’t win, and he has just the thing. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs, and looks around for something to handcuff TNT to. RDK starts to stir and gets up off the ground. He sees Jakie with the handcuffs .

RDK: Thanks for the help, Bruda, but don’t do it again. OK?

Jakie: Yeah, sure, just give me a hand here.

RDK picks up TNT and puts him close to metal pipes by the heater. Jakie takes one end and cuffs TNT’s leg onto the metal pipe. RDK walks out of the room through the now open door and is given his Intercontinental Title back by the waiting referee.

Philip: And the winner, and STILL International Champion, Macho Man RDK!!

Back in the boiler room, Jakie speaks to TNT as he starts to wake up.

Jakie: Have a nice nap? That's good. Anyway, I came to tell you, that before I stopped by, I talked to my good friend Gingerdude. I caught up with all the stuff since I was gone. I also was granted a match, a match at Hellbound Heart. A NO ESCAPE, CAGE MATCH. For your LW title!

TNT lunges at Jakie but is stopped short by the handcuffs.

Jakie: Well, that’s why I stopped by, and interrupted your match. Later.

Jakie smiles and walks toward the door; before he gets there, however, there is shouting and crashing in the corridor outside, and Jakie has to dive aside as RDK is thrown back into the room. RDK smacks his head against the concrete, and has little chance to defend himself as Latino barrels into the room, fists flying every which way. The pair fight on the floor, but RDK can only put up a little resistance after his grueling match. Once Latino has him subdued he picks up the International Title belt and holds it in front of RDK’s bloody face.

Latino: Look closely at this belt, RDK, because soon it won’t belong to you any more. I am going to take you apart on Saturday and claim the title that I have deserved all this time, and nothing will stop me!

Latino drops the belt on to RDK, who is barely conscious, and stalks away to leave Philip, the ref and the EMTs to sort everything out. Once he’s well away from the boiler room, he stops, and Angelo emerges from a side hallway.

Latino (through gritted teeth): Does that satisfy you? Enough of a buildup for the match?

Angelo: It’ll do. You’ve been a smart guy to this point, Victor…..make sure you don’t undo all your efforts with one rash act on Saturday. Anyway, I have to go – See you at the PPV.

Angelo walks off, whistling “we’re in the money”. Latino stands still for a moment, thinking over in his head all the events that have led him to this point, before he too makes his way out.

But his is not the only hellbound heart in ACW; and it remains to be seen who will endure the flames, and who will be consumed by them.

Fade to Black.

End of Show.

[ridley]

Yay for plot progression and Yog-Sothoth.

[BK London]

Great Show AK. HBH is gonna rock.

[Latino]

As I already mistakenly said earlier Great show AK as usual.

[tntoholic]

Great Show and love the finish of the match between me and RDK. Maybe the next match between us, will be pretty clean.

[Jake]

great show

I AM BACK

[kain]

I got owned but i get to choose the match ^_^