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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 1:17:19 GMT -5
DARK MATCHES
Match #1: The Royles vs. Radobar and Ken "Shoryuken" Masterson
The early ACW wrestler and Super Street Fighter of Fallout knew that they were in for a thrashing. The Royles were ticked off from the first moment they arrived, both from a recent Cardiff City loss, and from their unfinished brawl from last week. Of course, they took it out on their opponents. Masterson was in first, and somehow managed to get off a decent amount of offence, high kicking both Royles and forcing Biggin to tag out at one point with a Hundred Hand Slap. He did not, though, survive McGroin's Cardiff Kick penalty kick to the face, and was forceably tagged out with a snake-eyes toss into his tag partner. Radobar's record was not all that impressive back in his prime, and he certanly did not stand a chance here, and was almost immediatly finished off when Biggin tagged in, drop toe holded him, and McGroin finished off the Head Hunter with a full steam PK to the temple, for the requsite referee stoppage. The stretcher crew took Radobar away, as the Royles called out the Texan Trio. "Sunrise" played almost immediatly, but before the three could get to ringside, a horde of security cut them off, once again delaying the inevitable confrontation.
Match #2: Anthony Kalb, Kevin Fitsharris, and Will Anger vs. Stan H. Johnston, "Outlaw" Jack Connor, and Duke Cogburn
Two very formidible teams faced off in this preshow match. The former Senatorial Stable members lacked true unity, but they made up for it with their agressive teamwork. Fitsharris and Kalb hearkened back to their Capitalists days, hitting a locomotion double vertical suplex series on Johnston, and effectively trapping him in their corner for the first half of the match. Johnston's normal power was negated by a steady flow of double teams, Anger and Kalb at one point hitting a vicious backdrop/neckbreaker drop combination, Anger only getting a two count, though. Things changed quite a bit, though, when Cogburn lost his temper, leaving his corner, and simply slugging Fitsharris right as he was about to hit the Lightning Leg Lariat on the big man. Johnston managed to tag in a rejuvinated Connor, who cleaned house, hitting a running powerslam on Fitsharris, and even powerbombing Anger over the ropes into Kalb. Kalb, though, tagged himself back in, hitting Connor with the Best Drop Toe Hold in the Business into the ropes, and a huge running lariat for the two count on the Outlaw, before the ring filled with pandemonium again. In that process, Johnston managed to hoist up the hefty Connor all the way to his corner, with Cogburn tagging in to face the freshly tagged in Anger. Will Anger tried to brawl with the old veteran, managing to stun him, and went off the ropes, only to be caught in the Badman Sleeper on his return. Both sides erupted, with Kalb managing to down Connor with a vertical suplex, and Johnston hitting a blockbuster suplex on Fitsharris. That left Johnston and Kalb, who both started brawling in the middle of the ring, which tumbled on out of the ring, while poor Will Anger languished in the Badman Sleeper, his arms falling limp, and after three raises and drops, Duke Cogburn won the fall for his team, in a very hard-fought match.
Match #3: "Textbook" Tim Dwight vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint
Mint once again found himself cheered as he made his entrance. This time, in a ridiculous attempt to turn the crowd against him, Mint took a fan's cola at ringside, and returned it to him, via spitting it in his face. The (idiotic) Fallout Fanatic actually seemed honored, which threw Mint off before the match even started. Dwight arrived to a similar pop, in one of his rare Fallout in ring occasions. Amusingly enough, Dwight did not stick to his usual clean "only as much as needed" style, and wrestled as a full on dastardly heel. He raked Sylvain Mint's eyes, choked him on the ropes(up 'til five), and even used Iris Yoon as a human shield to avoid a dropkick from his opponent. Of course, this only solidified the fanbase behind their determinedly reluctant hero, who actually started to fight back with some effort, dropping Dwight with repeated right hands, and getting a near fall with his Pocket Change ground cobra twist cradle. After a DDT and a running lariat from Mint, Dwight rolled to his feet, in the process, clipping the referee's legs, sending him face first into the turnbuckle. Mint hit a low blow immediatly on Dwight, hitting him with the Magnum Driver for the pin, but of course, no referee was avaliable to count the pinfall. "Pay Day" went over to wake the referee, however, he discounted Dwight's resiliance and newfound trickiness, as he himself was hit with a low blow, Dwight then taking advantage to hit the TTD scoop tombstone driver on his oppponent, covering for two with a forearm across the face, but intentionally broke the pin, instead shifting into his crossarm camel clutch, the Fade to Dwight, getting the submission after a weak effort from Mint to escape. Dwight got up, helped Mint to his feet, before kicking him in the groin after the match, and walked off, to a chorus of boos from the majority of the crowd. In an immediate post match interview, Dwight told Rich Marlowe that he only gave Mint a taste of his own medicine, and did him a favor, further getting the fans on his side.
---- Crossover is coming soon! Prepare yourselves for the final Fallout of the year!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:00:05 GMT -5
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Match #1: Hardcore Match Nick Durden vs. DNA
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Match #2 "My Antagonistic Tag Partner Was Busy or Hurt Match" Kudo Yasuda vs. Jack Jefferson
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Match #3: 2/3 Falls, No Disqualifications Match Wyvern vs. Sean Nichols
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Match #4: Mystery Stipulations Alicia Kitsune vs. Daniel Ness
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Main Event: ACW Mystery Member vs. Fallout Mystery Member
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Halberd II Productions, as always.
The Ultimate Contest begins…now!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:00:43 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
As the show opens up, the skybox is filled, both company representatives and their entourage all filling up the available space, with their fed's respective banners hanging on the back wall. On Biff's side, a sore Sylvain Mint, Jeffery Janson, Tyd, Craig Lewis, Tim Dwight, and Tony Givens all are present, while Ginger's side features six bodyguards, and a personal assistant.
Biff Taylor: Welcome Fallout Fanatics, and you ACW followers, too, 'cause Crossover has begun!
Chairman Gingerdude: Technically, it started on ACW television, with OLYMPIA failing to defeat Adrian Flamingo, and Chance Emmerson thrashing Stan Johnston...
Biff: Funny, since I see things differently there, but oh well, tonight, we got a titanic lineup assembled! First off, Nick Durden from their show faces a true Fallout Warrior, Dangerous Nicholas Alger to open up the show! This should be a mix of high flying and ass kickin!
Ginger: Kudo Yasuda has had an interesting week or so, but he'll cement it with a win over Fallout's Jack Jefferson, in a match that originally was intended to be a tag team contest, before both partners found themselves busy or injured.
Biff: Then, Wyvern and Sean Nichols bring their badass feud to a head! I don’t know about you, Gingey, but this is going to be nothing short of a bloodbath, far as I can tell!
Ginger: Hmph, Wyvern will dispatch that fool in a moment. Just like Alicia Kitsune did with your belt, and will do with your champion.
Biff: Aw, hell, naw! Danny Boy’s gonna run roughshod all over her! And then the main event, well, it’s gonna be something else.
Ginger: I actually have to agree.
Biff: Well, let’s get this show running!
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:02:03 GMT -5
Segment: "Axxess Granted" (Credit: Nick Durden)
We find The Devils Within and Nick Durden standing at a bulletin board. They're reading a pinned up piece of paper that reads in giant letters “ACW/Fallout AXXESS - Different From The WWE One". Below it in big letters, smaller than the giant letters, is the message "Featuring Dangerous Nicholas Alger". Below that is a list of all the superstars appearing. The group stares at it for a long time. Finally, Nick speaks.
Nick: Where are we?
Kira: Maybe that's you.
Kira points at the listing of “Nicholas Alger.” Nick throws Kira an incredulous look.
Nick: Were you dropped on your head when you were a baby?
Kira: Three times, why? Oh hey...
Kira turns to Claire.
Kira: ...there you are. Under the…uh…booth babes list? That’s odd.
Claire: No, that says “Tara Charisma”. I’m Claire Charisma.
Kira just stands there with a thoroughly baffled look on her face.
Claire: What?
Kira: I dunno, something just feels off.
Claire: You know what? You’re right. I sense a disturbance in the force too. Lemme try that again…
Claire clears her throat dramatically.
Claire: ...I’m Claire Charisma.
Kira: Ahh, much better.
Claire: Verily. Now who in the Nine Hells is this Tara person?
Nick: Oh that chick? Pornstar. She's ****in' sick, dude. She's into anal.
The girls all flash Nick disgusted expressions.
Nick: Er, I mean, I've never heard of her. Ever. I only watch porn about ladies who like other ladies.
Mena: Ew.
Claire: You guys are missing the point, this is an outrage!
Kira: Why?
Claire: Why the hell do you think? She’s infringing upon my birthright! She is in violation of various tiers and layers of legalia! Documents and treaties and contracts and ****! Important ones! Ones that say THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE! When people hear the name Charisma, they’re supposed to be thinking about ME, not somebody else! I’m as mad as I’ve ever been!
Mena: You sure are acting suspiciously about this.
Claire: Your face is acting suspiciously about this!
Mena: What?
Claire: I don’t have to explain myself to you! I AM THE ****ING LEADER!
Cassie: She's your sister, isn’t she?
Claire: No she's not! If she were, she wouldn’t be stealing the name, she’d be owning it! And only I own the name Charisma!
Kira: That’s not what the marquee says.
Claire suddenly draws the trusty katana hilted to her back and cuts the poster in half.
Claire: What’s the marquee say now, smartass?
Cassie: Maybe she's your mom. Anyway, if that's not you, then where are you?
Claire: I'M NOT ANYWHERE! WE'RE NOT ON THERE, DUDE! This is a rawk convention and the biggest rawkers of them all aren't on there!
Cassie: Well, I'm sure we're invited.
Claire: We better be, ‘cause we're going anyway. We will not be upstaged by some loser like Nicholas Alger.
Nick: Wait, should we go in-character or not?
Claire: Obviously In. The fans will be confused if we show up as The Devils Within and Nick Durden. They want The Devils Within...and their sidekick.
Nick: Okay, let's get in-character.
All of them pick up their guitars.
Nick: Alright. Let's go.
The team walk towards the arena.
Cassie: Wait, this thing isn't until tomorrow.
Claire: We're going to sit in the bus and wait until it starts.
Nick: Shouldn't we just wait until tomorrow to get in the bus and then drive there immediately?
Claire: Who's the Six String Samurai?
Nick: You.
Claire: Who's the Jukebox Hero?
Nick: You.
Claire: Who came up with this ****in' plan?
Nick: You.
Claire: So stop questioning me and get in the car!
Nick: But I'm Soldier of the Apocalypse.
Claire: Yeah, and if this was the apocalypse, I'd listen to you. But it’s not the ****ing apocalypse.
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:02:28 GMT -5
They get in their tour bus.
Claire: Okay, I'm going to set the alarm clock. Now, we'll sleep in here till tomorrow.
Cassie: Hold on, it's 10:30 AM.
Claire: I SAID WE'RE GOING TO SLEEP! STOP QUESTIONING ME!
Nick: Damn, you sound like me when you bring up my drug problem.
Kira: ...Drug problem?
Nick: None of your business! Get off my back! I don't have a problem!
Suddenly, Nick spots a woman pass by the car who, judging from her amazing figure and nearly nonexistent clothing, is one of the event’s booth babes. Nick clearly takes notice, but the girls haven’t spotted her.
Mena: Hey…so we’ve got some time to kill, right? Show us a skill of rawk you have mastered.
Nick: Um…alright…you know how every Highlander movie has a sex scene with gratuitous nudity and everything, right?
Mena: Yeah, and they always come immediately after Lambert gives the girl a whole speech about his real name and where he was born.
Nick: Check this **** out.
Nick gets out of the bus.
Nick (in the background): I am Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod. I was born in 1518 in the village of Glenfinnan on the shores of Loch Shiel…and I am immortal.
Booth Babe (also in the background): Ooooooh…
Cassie: …No…****ing…way.
The Devils Within logo flashes on screen and a clip of music from their song "Imminent Death Syndrome (Ruined The Band)". We return to the bus the next day. The rest of the girls are stirring from their sleep and filling their cups of coffee. The alarm clock goes off. Eventually, Nick walks up to the bus with his arm wrapped around the woman. After he gives her a smack on the ass as a most intimate goodbye, he enters and shuts off the alarm.
Nick: Ah, that was a nice sleep …after the incredible twelve-hour Gears of War marathon.
Cassie: Wait, you gave her your Connor MacLeod pickup line and you didn’t even sleep with her?
Nick: Oh hell no. Did you see her? She’s obviously a skank.
The girls each flash Nick a Rock-esque eyebrow lift.
Nick: She had an HDTV in her hotel room.
Cassie: So...I guess we'll go to the Axxess event now?
Nick: Let’s ride, ladies. Now and forever!
The group picks up their guitars and walk into the arena. As they enter, they bump into someone familiar.
Nicholas Alger: 'Ey, watch where you're go—oh, hello Nick, ladies. It’s nice to see all of you here. But...why are you in your wrestling gear?
Claire: We always wear this.
Nick: Especially her. I mean, I have more than one wifebeater, but I’ve never even seen her wash those jeans. It’s disturbing.
Alger: Yes, on TV, but here, we're not supposed to be in character here. We're just here for a meet and greet with the fans before the show.
Nick: Oh. Ok.
Everyone throw their guitars away.
Nick: There. Out of character. But don't think we've let our guard down, Alger.
Alger: Somehow, I get the feeling you fools don't realize what out of character means.
Nick: It means “I'm gonna ruin your **** with my kickassery at Crossover. In the face.”
Alger: Nick, you don't... wait... you don't do a gimmick in the ACW, do you?
Nick: Gimmick?
Alger: A gimmick. Your character. Are you dumb in the head? You don't play a character! You're the same ass here that you are on TV! Stop being stupid!
Nick: What you see is what you get. And what you get rawks your ****ing socks off.
Alger: You’re more messed up than Tara Reid was at Octoberfest.
Nick: Hey, **** you dude.
Alger: Look, there are no more spots for anyone but you can prance about and talk to fans or something. Or you can leave. I have to go. Just being around you makes me nuts.
Alger walks away.
Kira: Well, I guess we'll go then.
Nick: Why?
Kira: Alger told us to.
Nick: Nicholas Alger is a ****ing loser. We're gonna stay and we're gonna get a spot on that panel just to spite him.
The Devils Within logo flashes on the screen and a clip from another song, "Spectacle Rawk", then we transition to the group standing behind a curtain leading to the stage. On the stage is a panel of wrestlers. Nick is rigging some wires.
Cassie: Nick, I don't think this is a very good idea.
Nick: You can dictate what is and isn't a good idea once we’re back at the beauty parlor. Right now, my idea is the one we're doing.
Cassie: Ok... You ever regret any of our songs?
Nick: Huh?
Cassie: Well, when it cut to this, it played "Spectacle Rawk", our Legend Of Zelda based 1950's rawk experiment. I just don't think we sounded very good singing about cutting down Moblins to a Bill Haley style song.
Nick: That whole album was a mistake. A concept album based on video game songs set to all different forms of music sounds good on paper but... I don't know... “Super Mario Brothers” put to the beat of a rap song... Awful.
Kira: The only one I can still listen to is "Metal Gear".
Nick: It is the only metal song on the album, after all... GOT IT!
Nick holds up a microphone he rigged into the wiring of the system. He speaks into it.
Nick: Ken Masterson, Gary, and Gooner, come to the back.
Masterson, Gary, and Gooner, looking confused up on stage, get up and come through the curtain.
Cassie: Now what?
Nick: We could jump them and take their place on stage.
Claire: Brilliant.
And so, they do. In slow motion, they unleash a whirlwind of completely excessive karate and murder on Masterson, Gooner, and Gary. With the slo-mo, you can really see and feel the impact of their punches and you can the blood fly from their faces. Even a tooth or two. Finally, they finish. Kira begins to undress the member he knocked out.
Nick: What are you doing?
Kira: We have to dress as them to explain where they went.
Nick: For one thing, nobody will think we're them. We look nothing like them. Secondly, nobody cares about them. The fans won't notice that they're gone. They'll just be happy that we're here. Especially me. Especially the women.
And Nick is right. As they took the stage, the crowd erupted. Sure, it could've been that Daniel Ness stepped on stage at the same time, but it was probably that The Devils Within and Nick Durden were there. And so, they took their seats.
Host: Ok, we're going to open the forum for you fans to ask questions.
One raises his hand.
Host: You, right there.
Fan: This one is for Nick Durden and The Devils Within. Um... where did Ken Masterson, Gooner, and Gary go? Are they coming back?
Nick: They died and they're gone forever. Next question.
Another fan steps up.
Fan: Is there any way I can send condolences to their families?
Nick: No. They didn't have families. They're dead and forgotten. Move on.
The next fan stands up.
Fan: For Claire Charisma, what's with your obsession with Jim Gaffigan and why do you hate Dane Cook so much?
Claire: I don't see how that's any of your business. Next.
Another one stands.
Fan: For Cassie Kai, what's with Claire Charisma's obsession with Jim Gaffigan and why does she hate Dane Cook so much?
Cassie: No idea. She's been at that since before I even met her.
Yet another stands.
Fan: MASAKI, why did Nick Durden disown you as his friend?
MASAKI: As far as I'm concerned, that man is dead to me and he shall suffer for what he has done.
Nick: Hey, I disowned you because you're not fun anymore. You're a jerk nowdays.
MASAKI: I shall write depressing haikus about this.
Nick: SEE?! That's all you do anymore, man!
Another fan stands.
Fan: Nick, what do you plan to do to Nicholas Alger at Crossover?
Nick: That's best expressed in song...
The Devils Within and Nick bum-rush the stage, already equipped with guitars and a drum set for the band that was supposed to perform. Claire starts to play a catchy riff, which Cassie replicates on the bass. Kira backs up Claire on rhythm guitar while Mena raps furiously on the drums.
Nick: Once there was a humble man by the name of Nicholas Alger, He was really ****in' lame. He lost every fight he'd ever been in and never learned the basics. But then I came along and kicked his ass and he knew he'd never be the same!
Cassie: He was Dangerous Nick Alger, in ugly tights he was dressed Whenever he came out, the fans became depressed, But then the rawk came to him, It ripped him apart from rim to rim
Nick: I’ll beat you to within an inch of your life, If you don't mind a little bit. Frankly I don't care what you think, I couldn't give a ****! And once I beat you I could do it all again, And all who say I’m not in his league, I’ll strike you down as well, And send you flying straight to Hell!
The team holds a triumphant pose for a period of time and bows. The crowd is stunned for a few seconds. Then, they erupt in an inferno of applause. MASAKI walks over to the Host.
MASAKI: Tell them they were kickass.
Host: And who should I tell 'em said that?
MASAKI: Tell 'em it was MA—tell em' it was a friend.
MASAKI exits the building, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and exits dramatically into the shadows.
After a few seconds, cut back to the Host inside the building. MASAKI walks back up to him
MASAKI: You know what, you better tell 'em it was MASAKI. They won't know what friend you're talking about.
Host: Oh, ok, sure.
MASAKI: See ya.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:03:02 GMT -5
Segment: “Thunderkiss Burger King Commercial: Take One.” (Credit: Thunderkiss)
[The commercial starts by showing Thunderkiss standing in an A.C.W. ring. The background is all smoky hiding the fact that this has been taped in a studio instead of an actual arena. We hear the sound of a bell dinging followed shortly by the voice of Thunderkiss…]
Thunderkiss: You know what dudes?! After a long night of kicking ass, I need to refuel my body – and nothing refuels it like this triple stacker burger from Burger King!
[Thunderkiss raises the burger into the air and takes a bite out of it. From behind, we see the King crawl into the ring where he begins to “sneak” towards Thunderkiss.]
Thunderkiss: Oh yeah baby, that hits the spot! So next time you want to train the Thunderkiss way, just head down to Burger King and pick one of these bitchin’ sandwiches up!
[By this time, the King is directly behind Thunderkiss! He tries to lock on a chokehold but Thunderkiss quickly spins around and nails the King in the jaw with a hard right hand! The King falls down onto the canvas and Thunderkiss quickly spins around and points into the camera …]
Thunderkiss: Wake up to that, Brudah!
[The screen goes to black where a Burger King logo pops up with another “Ding” sound just seconds later.]
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:03:42 GMT -5
Segment: Interview with the Chairmen (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Rich Marlowe is seen up in the box, and has the attention of both Chairmen.
Marlowe: Rich Marlowe, investigative journalist, standing here in the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium here with both ACW’s Chairman Gingerdude, and Fallout’s Biff Taylor. So, the people are wondering, could you at least give us a clue on this mystery main event?
Gingerdude: Do not worry, it will deliver a pay-per-view quality match.
Biff: Dude, I think he got that right, and I can’t wait to see it! No further comment on that, though.
Marlowe: I hear that the TV Title will not be defended tonight, not even by proxy, is that even possible?
Biff: On Fallout, everything is possible!
Suddenly, Daniel Ness charges into the “skybox,” looking rather ticked.
Marlowe: Mr. Ness, I’m conducting an inter…
Ness: Yeah, well, I have something that I have to say! Look here, Alicia Kitsune, you think you can get away with destroying MY title? You think your little Gingerbread man up here can make that just go away by funding the construction of a new belt? You think that you could get off easy just because you’re a woman? I don’t think so! I’ll tear you limb from limb and break your head straight off, because, when you step in my world, you forfeit your life! And that holds true for Stan H. Johnston, Wolf, Anthony Kalb, or any other inferior moron that Biff’s got hidden backstage!
Biff: Alright, Danny…
Ness: Don’t call me that!
Biff: Out! Go prepare!
Ness: Hmph! I don’t need to prepare for this match! In fact, I’m going to go drive over to McDonalds…
Biff: The ‘ell you are! Do that, and forfeit your title!
Ness: Whatever.
Ness storms back out of the room, muttering bad things to himself.
Marlowe: So then, any news on the stipulations for his match?
Ginger: I am sure that they will be interesting.
Marlowe: You did hear that Bob Di…
Ginger: No comment, other than to say that Di’Las is an obnoxious little wanker. Bob's shenanagans are unacceptable, far as I am concerned.
Rich Marlowe turns to one more person, the massive Tyd.
Marlowe: So, Tyd, how does it feel to be back in the wrestling industry after several years off?
Tyd: Good.
Marlowe: Well, this is Rich Marlowe, back to you, R.J, Dean!
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:04:08 GMT -5
Segment: "Disengage...Rage" (Credit: Nick Durden)
The camera is backstage, in a room of some sort, somewhere. The reason for the confusion is, we can’t actually tell what room this is, because the only thing on-camera is a giant canvas TV set backdrop of a casino with card tables, slot machines, and …though obviously fake because it looks like a 12 year old painted it. Also, the carpet doesn’t even match. Whoever set this whole thing up is dumb. Really dumb. Anyway, the Devils Within enter, flanked by their ACW sidekick, Nick Durden. This must be their locker room. At first, none of the girls seem to notice, and Nick doesn’t say a word, but quickly, Claire Charisma stops in the middle of the room. She turns her head to the left to look at the canvas...She bends over and turns her head right to look into the camera. Then she spins around and looks at Nick. Finally, she opens her mouth.
Claire: What in the Nine Hells is this?!
Nick: It’s a casino! At last, The Gambler reigns supreme!”
Charisma lightly pushes the backdrop. It falls over with a thud.
Nick: Awww.
Cassie: A casino doesn’t fall over. Now drop and give me one!
Nick belly flops to the floor and starts grunting and straining strangely. It looks like he’s trying to do a pushup but his arms are flat at his sides, not moving.
Kira: Come on man, I know you can do it! Just one is all you need!
Nick: Unnnhh…Ngghh…
Mena: Dammit Nick, how are you gonna be ready for the all the groupies you’ll have after you win this match?
Nick: nnn-AAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!
Nick suddenly lifts himself up... but not with any of his extremities. He just levitates. Something is lifting him up…but it's not his arms or legs. Thankfully, the camera does not drop to ground level to show us what.
Claire: Booyah, grandma! You've finally mastered the **** pushup!
Nick rolls over and cries.
Nick: Oh my various rawk gods...I think it's broken! I…I need to see a doctor! Call the paramedics!
Cassie: Well, you can't. This is a big night and we're too busy.
Nick: If we were in a casino, you’d get me a doctor!
Cassie: Does this look like a ****in’ casino to you?!
Nick: It did a minute ago…
Claire: No, it looked stupid a minute ago! Besides, dudes who like chicks don’t let other dudes check out their package.
Nick: I can’t wrestle with a wounded willie!
Mena: Stop alliterating, you sound like a girl! Just think about boobs and it’ll snap back into place.
Nick: What, really?
Cassie: Why wouldn’t it? Now get up, this is important.
Nick springs back up, completely no-selling the wang sprain.
Claire: You have come far, Nick-san. You have passed all of my tests up to this point. You have shown us that you have skill, talent, and most importantly of all, the hunger for the rawk. We’ve taught you everything we know, every technique developed on Earth and in Hell. Deep-knee Rawk-Squats, the Power Slide, **** Pushups… I taught you about Satan, about band history, about groupies…I even taught you the Connor MacLeod pickup line.
Nick: Yeah, and thanks to that, your sister Tara taught me about how she likes to have her ass pounded and pissed in.
Claire: Dude, I keep telling you, I don't even know who that chick is.
Nick: She's your ****ing sister!
Claire: No she's not! She just stole my name, a crime for which the punishment is decapitation followed by a lightning storm where I float through the air surrounded by 80’s music video-style glowing cartoon special effects, screaming “I know everything!”
Nick: You sure are quick to deny this.
Claire: Yeah, cause it's not true.
Nick: Whatever. So what's this about how you taught me everything?
Claire: Oh yeah... where was I? I memorized this speech beforehand and you threw me off. Dick. Umm...oh yeah. I taught you never to challenge me for creative control. I taught you how to rawk Las Vegas. I taught you about drugs…speaking of that, I think you have a problem.
Nick: None of your business! Get off my back! I don't have a problem!
Nick twitches violently.
Claire: ... Okay. Anyway, what I was saying is, you are no longer our apprentice, Nick Durden…but our partner. Now and forever.
Nick: Really?
Kira: Yes. You've finally reached a level of rawking equal to...Jason Freeman.
Nick: What about you?
Kira: Nobody rawks as hard as me. You'll always be second to me. But you're equal to Jason Freeman, and that's what counts. But see, I realized something today after we melted everyone at Axxess’s faces off…I realized, I’ve taught you everything I know…about rawking. But rawking isn’t the problem. The reason you keep losing matches is I never taught you how to fight!
Nick: Yeah, in retrospect, that probably would’ve been more useful in a wrestling match than all those power chords.
Mena: Well there’s no time for that now, so instead, we’re gonna get desperate and crazy and turn to the supernatural.
Nick: Oh god, not Satan again. My ass still hurts from last time!
Cassie: No sir, this time we shall seek to appease a pantheon of Pagan heathen deities…the patron gods of wrestling themselves.
Nick: Vince and Triple H?
Cassie: No, you idiot! The fans! Haven’t you ever noticed that when the crowd is chanting your name, you inexplicably become invincible?
Nick: The uh…the crowd has never chanted for me.
Cassie: Oh. That’s…unfortunate. Well just take my word for it, it works every time. You can crawl to the ropes from a submission no matter where you are in the ring, you can ignore any injury no matter how long you’ve been selling it, and you can power through any opponent like you just got a hot tag. It’s like being the Ultimate Warrior! You have to get the crowd on your side!
Nick: Well how do we do that?
Claire: It's simple: we perform the most rawking song ever written.
Nick: “Stairway?”
Claire shakes her head sadly.
Claire: Couldn’t get the rights.
Nick (sadly): No Stairway? Denied!
Kira: ’Fraid so.
Nick: “Freebird” then?
Mena: Too cliché.
Nick: Well what then?!
Cassie: I don't know, we haven't written it yet. That's why we have to write it now.
Nick: What's it gonna be about?
Kira: Rawking Nicholas Alger's socks off.
Nick: And their heads?
Cassie: Exploding brains for miles! From here, all the way to Zanzibar!
Nick: Umm…okay, cool.
Claire: Decimating the competition and leaving in our wake a blind ambition!! Now come along, Nick, and RAWK! Get it on! …In whatever heinous realm that they squat!
Nick: But the song. We haven't written it yet.
Claire: The song will be written...up there...on stage. Onward, Nick! If you wish to graduate from the School of Rawk, your final test awaits!
Claire points down the hall. They start walking to the entrance way, when suddenly, the group of Nicholas Alger, Mickey Dundee, and Angelo Goldmill walk up, giving the group a slow golf clap.
Nicholas Alger: I have to admit, that song the other day at Axxess... “rawk”ed hard. Bravo. But I’m afraid that's the only “rawk”ing you’re gonna be doing.
Nick: Oh we'll just see about that…Alger.
Alger: Durden.
Nick: Loser.
Alger: I AM NOT A LOSER!
Angelo Goldmill: Disengage, Nicholas. It's not worth it. Save the rage for the ring.
Kira: Disengage... rage... we should use that in the song!
Mickey Dundee: Pfft, even stealing from us won’t make your pitiful lyrics suck any less.
Nick: Yeah, our lyrics suck alright…suck on yo momma so hard she has multiple orgasms!
Dundee: You leave my mother out of this! My mother is a decent woman!
Nick: Not anymore, chief. Now she’s going to Hell because adultery…is FORBIDDEN!
Cassie: Why don't you pompous jerks just get out of here and save it for the match?
Alger: Perhaps we will. Perhaps... we... will. We don't have time to waste away with you imbeciles anyway! You and I will settle this in an all-out brawl!
Alger turns around and stomps away with Dundee and Goldmill. Suddenly, Claire wrings her guitar neck as if she would like nothing better than to smash it over someone’s head, but she restrains herself.
Finally, the Devils Within and Nick Durden step out onto the stage, where nothing has been set up for a concert, but regardless, Claire hits a single, brutally loud chord, the lights lower, flash colors, and spotlight on them perfectly, and the sound of drums starts to pick up in the background as Mena builds the beat.
Nick: This one... is dedicated to Dane Cook.
Claire: The **** it is!
Claire and Cassie begin playing a really catchy riff.
Nick: A sad truth I gotta admit I couldn’t win a match for ****. Don’t take much to promo against these guys
Cassie: Jobbing...is FORBIDDEN!
Nick: But that stick up Alger’s ass was wedged in tight! And then that Jukebox Hero; she come to town. Woo-wee! She done smacked my head around. She said,
Claire: If you pay the **** attention, I’m’a teach you to shine
Nick: And now baby, oh, it’s rawkin’ time! Oh yeah! It’s rawkin’ time! And ladies, If Nick Durden really makes you wet Then you can be the teacher’s pet!
Devils Within: Maybe our rawk got no reason, our rawk got no rhyme But we’re gonna whup us some major ass this time!
Nick: Oh my career was in a deep, dark hole. Lost shot after shot and lost my soul. Raised my fist before I could raaawwwk their minds. I been biting my tongue too many times. Then the Six String Samurai commanded me to obey…uh huh
Claire: Do what samurai do, not what samurai say. Now can I please have the attention of the class? Today's assignment…kick Alger’s ass!
Cassie leads with a bass intro followed by Claire playing a rawking guitar solo with Kira as reinforcement on rhythm guitar.
Nick: And if Nick Durden really makes you wet, Then you can be the teacher’s pet!
Devils Within: Maybe our rawk got no reason, our rawk got no rhyme But we’re gonna whup us some major ass this time!
Nick: And if Nick Durden really make you wet
Devils Within: Then you can be the teacher’s pet!
Nick: I love it when they call me “master.”
Devils Within: Maybe our rawk got no reason, our rawk got no rhyme
Kira: Our lyrics rhyme just fine! ****ing Dundee!
Nick: But I’m gonna win my match this time!
Cassie: You better, or you’re fired!
Nick: Wait, what?!
Claire: Stop interrupting the song!
Nick: So this is my final exam… Now you all know who I am. I might not be that MASAKI chump, But as you well know…there can be only one!
Cassie plays a completely amazing bass solo like something Cliff Burton or Les Claypool or Geezer Butler would play. Claire joins in and they begin to play a rawking outro. Nick proceeds to thrash about the stage savagely.
Claire: Bring out my katana! There’s Nicholas Alger Slice his soul! You take the high road, I’ll take the low There…the Quickening! Feel it! Now and for-ev-errrrrr!!
Then they play a fast, ending riff before setting their guitar down and raising their arms in the air. Nick throws a pick to the crowd, which nobody catches. Cassie then slams her bass on the stage repeatedly, destroying it. Nick dives into the crowd... and is not caught.
Claire: Thank you!
Crowd: WOO!
Nick: Um…I'm gonna need that pick back.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:04:44 GMT -5
Match #1: [A.C.W.] Nick Durden Vs. [Fallout] "Dangerous" Nicholas Alger (Credit: Thunderkiss)
Lights cut to black as the drums of the intro to “Down With The Sickness” begin to reverberate throughout the arena.
Can you feel that? Oh ****
Bright lights in the arena entrance begin to flicker rapidly, and Nick’s enigmatic silhouette can be seen hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself pumped up for his match.
Oh wa-ah-ah-ow!
A magnificent stream of pyro shoots up from the stage and the lights come back on.
*Cough, cough!* *Cough, cough!* *Cough, cough!*
With each cough, jets of pyro go off.
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Broken your servant I kneel Will you give in to me? It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing in me Will you give in to me?
Nick runs to the both sides of the stage and taunts to the fans, inciting uproarious cheers.
Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no, there is no turning back now You've woken up the demon in me
Nick makes his way down the ramp, touching hands with a few fans along the way. With about 10 feet remaining between him and the ring, Nick breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring under the bottom rope.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up Come on get down with the sickness You ****** get up Come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me
As he enters the ring, Nick turns his body to the right so that he now faces the audience to the right side. Now in the center of the ring, he stays in that position, chest facing the mat and balanced on the palms of his hands and on his knees, and looks around at the audience. Nick then walks to all four turnbuckles and climbs onto each of them, taunting to the audience on each respective side. When he dismounts the fourth turnbuckle, he stands in the center of the ring, stretching and loosening up for his opponent. Dean Bardo: Is it common practice for A.C.W wrestlers to take 20 minutes getting to the ring Fisher?
R.J. Fisher (laughing): Apparently …
The lights go out. "Eagleheart" by Stratovarius hits the sound system. A red spotlight focuses on Alger as he enters the arena while other lights spin around the audience area! Behind Alger are a couple of his trainers, carrying some towels, bottles and other important gear. He enters the ring and jogs in place for a few seconds to get his blood flowing while both eyes fixate upon A.C.W’s Nick Durden. Both men then circle each other and the ref calls for the bell!
~!~DING DING DING~!~
As soon as the bell rings both men go at it like rabid wolves! They tackle each other down to the canvas and Alger gets the top position and begins hammering down on Durden with stiff rights and lefts! Durden covers up and uses Algers weight against him as he spins to the right causing him to fall off of him! Durden leaps to his feet and sinks his feet into the canvas! Alger shoots up like a wild beast and runs at Durden full force! Durden leaps up off his feet and shoots back with a spinning back kick! Alger side steps out of the way and grabs Durden around the neck and swings him in an 180 motion and drives him down to the mat with a huge chokeslam! Durden rolls around on the mat in pain as Alger leaps out of the ring and digs underneath the ring for a trash can full of weapons!
Dean Bardo: Its obvious right off the bat that Durden is going to have a hard time matching strength with Alger.
R.J. Fisher: He should be making a move for those weapons Bardo. He is not going to come out on top in an outright brawl with this man.
Alger tosses the trashcan into the ring and shortly joins it. He reaches inside and grabs a baseball bat! The fans look on with wide eyes as Alger sizes Durden up as he smacks the bat into the palm of his hand! Durden is done shaking the chokeslam off and quickly realizes the dire situation at hand! Out of nowhere Durden kicks up knocking the Baseball Bat out of DNA’s hands! It flies up into the air and Durden lays in a few quick strikes knocking Alger off guard! DNA stumbles back a few steps as Durden reaches up and grabs the baseball bat before it falls to the canvas! He swings the bat back and then sends a thunderous blow into the mid section of DNA! DNA falls to both knees and Durden finishes off the combo with a baseball shot to the head of DNA! DNA has been busted open and Durden has taken control of this match up!
R.J.Fisher: Its time for Durden to take DNA out to the ‘OL BALL GAME!
Dean Bardo: He’s was swinging for the fences on that one.
Alger begins to dawn a crimson mask and Durden picks up the trash can and sends it flying into the stunned Alger’s face! DNA is rocked once again as hardcore weapons go flying all over the mat! Durden reaches down and grabs a stop sign! He places it in between Alger’s legs who is resting in the corner! Durden then rushes to the opposite side of the ring and then sprints at DNA with as much speed as he can muster! He goes in for a baseball slide to knock the steel sign into DNA’s DNA maker, but Alger has other plans! In an incredible counter, Alger leaps up into the air with both feet grabbing the stop sign in the process! Durden slides underneath him and looks up to catch a glimpse of DNA slamming the stop sign into his head! Durden covers up in pain and Alger brings the boom again, and again and again! Durden takes 9 shots to the head and Alger spikes the stop sign into the mat in the heat of the battle! Durden looks down at the canvas below and notices small red dots appearing in front of his eyes. His hand reaches for his forehead and it feels moist and the smell of iron fills his nose. He, like DNA, has been cut wide open.
R.J. Fisher: Durden has been cut and cut deep! My God this is a brutal match up!
Durden is lifted up from the canvas by Alger and set in the corner! DNA calls for the Dangerous Kick Combination and Durden’s knee, ribs and head all meet DNA’s size 12 boot! Alger backs up and Durden takes a few steps forward and then collapses knee first onto the mat! The Fallout fans in attendance are going WILD! DNA leaps out of the ring and once again digs underneath it! The fans light up as he pulls out a table and shoves it into the ring! He shortly joins it and begins to set it up directly in the middle of the ring! DNA is quick to lift Durden onto his feet and then shortly onto the table! The fans are suspecting something big and they just might get it … Alger is heading to the top! EVERY FAN IN ATTENDANCE RISES TO THEIR FEET AS THEY WATCH DNA MAKE HIS WAY UP TOP!
Dean Bardo: This is very uncharacteristic for DNA. What on earth is he thinking going to the top...
R.J. Fisher: I have to close my eyes on this … I can’t watch!
DNA sets up and then LEAPS OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A FLYING BODY SPLASH! DURDEN ROLLS OFF THE TABLE JUST MOMENTS BEFORE IMPACT AND DNA GOES FLYING THROUGH THE TABLE! SPINTERS OF WOOD GO FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AND THE CROWD IS GOING BALISTIC!
Crowd (chanting): THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! (Clap – Clap – Clap,Clap,Clap) THIS-IS-AWE-SOME! (Clap – Clap – Clap,Clap,Clap)
R.J. Fisher: WHAT A MOVE! YOU WON’T SEE THAT ANYWHERE ELSE BUT ON FALLOUT FOLKS! Oh wait… Durden’s from…
Dean Bardo: Uh-Hem…
Durden knows now is the time to get things done and regardless of the searing pain in his body, he crawls over to Alger and covers him with one arm. The ref drops down to the make the count!
ONE! TWO!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:05:07 GMT -5
TH….. KICK OUT!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!
Durden rises to his feet and pulls DNA up onto his! He pushes Alger to the back of the ropes and then clotheslines him over the top rope and down to the floor! Durden stands in the ring preparing his next move as DNA flops around on the outside trying to suck the pain down and get the energy back up. He is going to have to wait longer! Durden hits the back ropes and then comes rolling towards Alger as if he is going for the Tumbling Lighting! But how can he hit this when Alger is on the outside!? When Durden gets towards the end of the mat he leaps up into the air, catches both feet onto the top rope and comes down upon Alger with a FREE FALL!
R.J. Fisher: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! A MODFIED TUMBLING LIGHTING INTO A FREE FALL!
Dean Bardo: I’ve never seen anything like this.
Fans (chanting): HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Both men lay down on the concrete thriving in pain. Durden might easily have a three count here but he is too far away and in too much pain to take advantage of this situation! The ref leaps out of the ring and waits for someone to shake it off and restart the action! THIS MAN WILL BE DURDEN! Durden is back on his feet and he steps over to Alger and brings him back up! It appears that he is going for some type of DDT move when ALGER SNAPS AND GETS A SECOND WIND! Alger grabs Durden around his stomach and flings him over the guardrail and into the fans with a belly to belly suplex! Durden crashes into a whole row of fans who do their best to get out of the way! Alger pulls the guardrail out of his way and then looks around and grabs a wrestler’s favorite weapon – A CHAIR! Alger cranks the chair up into the air and DELIVERS THE PAIN TO DURDEN!
~!~CRACK~!~
Durden gets a chair shot to the back of the head and he is hurting! Alger screams out into the arena like a wild injured animal as he lifts Durden back to his feet and sends him head first into the guardrail! The whole guardrail now flips onto its side and is lying there just like Durden, in bad shape! Alger reaches into the ring and pulls out the trash can! He then sends it into the head of Durden who can do nothing but try to roll out of its way! Durden tries to stagger up onto his feet when Alger takes the can and rams it into his head one more time! Durden collapses right near the ring announcer table and Alger picks up the trash can one more time and GOES IN FOR THE KILL! He waits for Durden to rise. Durden does exactly that as he pulls himself up using the announcer’s table. As soon as he is on his feet, DNA tosses the trash can back into Nick’s head! Nick catches the can and sends it back into DNA! DNA catches the trashcan and here comes Durden with a Gyroscope Kick that sends the trash can right into DNA’s face! DNA staggers forward a bit and lands right onto the announce table!
Dead Bardo: Watch out Fisher, move out the way.
R.J. Fisher: That was an incredible counter!
Dean Bardo: Oh man, he is getting blood on everything……
As DNA lays hurt on the announce table! Durden sucks it up and heads back into the ring! He makes his way over to the ring corner and this once again brings the fans onto their feet! He begins to climb up and the pieces start coming together!
Dean Bardo: He isn’t going to do what I think he is … is he, Fisher?
R.J. Fisher: One word Bardo… MOVE!
Both announcers drop their headgear and get the hell out of there! Durden is now perched up onto the top rope. He leaps towards the center of the top rope, maintains excellent balance and then leaps off with a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP THAT SAILS ALL THE WAY OUT OF THE RING AND DOWN UPON DNA BELOW! BOTH MEN CRASH STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!!
R.J. Fisher: ITS LIKE A DAMN TRAIN WRECK OUT HERE! THE CARNAGE IS UNBELIEVEABLE!
Fans (chanting): HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Durden makes the crawl for the pinfall! He reaches over with his right arm and drapes it across the chest of DNA! The ref makes the count!
ONE! TWO! THREE!!!!!!!!!!
YOUR WINNER: NICK DURDEN!
Dean Bardo: Well unfortunately, A.C.W brings home a win thanks to Nick Durden, but you seriously have to tip your hat to DNA, he gave Durden all he could handle and then some.
R.J. Fisher: Indeed. An excellent match all the way around! What a way to kick start this show! I really thought that the mat skills of DNA might overwhelm Durden tonight. Not that Durden couldn’t combat DNA’s ground attack, but the simple fact that Durden had already been through so much at Winter’s Discontent.
Dean Bardo: I totally agree. Talk about going through a gauntlet. Nick Durden, you’ve earned your rest.
Fade Out
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: Contractually Obligated (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
We open to an image of Rich Marlowe facing the camera, a rather large smile adorning his features.
Marlowe: Good evening all, I am happy to report that Mr. Jefferson has kindly agreed to give us an interview.
The camera zooms out to reveal a bored-looking Jack Jefferson stood next to Marlowe.
Jefferson: Well, apparently, I have no choice. Turns out that because I’m TV Champion…
He pauses for a second to pat the title draped over his right shoulder, grinning.
…I’m contractually obligated to deal with you interviewer pricks. Something to do with making a good TV Show or some shit. So I’d appreciate if you hurried the fuck up and let me go prepare, I have a big match tonight.
Marlowe: Speaking of your match with tonight, how do you feel about your proposed tag team partner, Marcus Curtis, pulling out due to injury.
Jefferson: Injury? That’s bullshit, he--
Marlowe: With respect, you did cause his injury.
Jefferson smiles to himself as Rich finishes speaking.
Jefferson: Yeah I did, didn’t I? Anyway, it doesn’t make too much of a difference, I’d have won either way. Only this way I don’t have to watch over my shoulder for that prick Curtis. He’d have just held me back anyway, we’re different calibre athletes and he simply can’t match up to me.
Marlowe: With respect, you seem to be forgetting the calibre of your opponent for tonight. Kudo is a record-breaking ACW Entertainment Title holder and the current LightHeavyweight Champion. Surely--
Jefferson: Jesus Christ, you dumb fuck! I know all about Kudo’s history and I cannot deny that his is a top draw competitor. However, you’re missing one vital factor…I’m better!
Marlowe: Ok, moving on…everyone in this industry watched with interest as you defeated OLYMPIA to win the Fallout TV Title and the controversial finish to that match has created a large amount of buzz. I’d like to get your feelings on that, if you don’t mind.
Jefferson: Controversial my arse, it was controversial for one fucking reason: that twat Curtis running down to the ring, he didn’t seem to injured there either, and trying to stop me winning what was rightfully MINE! Unfortunately for that jumped up prick, he was unable to stop me.
Jefferson grins and glances down at his gold before looking Marlowe up and down before sneering and walking away.
Marlowe: Jack, Jack! I have one more question I’d like to--
Jefferson: Go fuck yourself! I’m a busy man and you’ve taken up enough of my precious time as it is.
On that note, Jefferson simply walks away leaving a red-faced Rich Marlowe to turn and face the camera.
Marlowe: Well, that was Jack Jefferson giving us his feelings on his match tonight and his recently title victory over the enigma that is OLYMPIA.
Fade to Black
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:06:19 GMT -5
Match #2: Jack Jefferson vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Jack Jefferson)
We open to a scene of the rapturous crowd as the camera pans around the arena and “We love Fallout” and “Ay-Cee-Dub” chants go head-to-head, mirroring tonight’s card. Iris climbs up the steel stairs and into the ring, mic in her hand. She stands with her hands behind her back for a second as the male contingent wolf whistle her. When the noise finally begins to subside she raises the mic to make her announcements.
Iris: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Fallout, he is the current Fallout TV Champion…“Jack of all Trades” Jack JEFFERSON!!
The instant Jefferson’s name is announced the fans go crazy, booing as loud as their vocal cords will allow them. “Next Episode” by Dr Dre hits the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks through the curtain, his newly won TV Title around his waist, with a large smirk on his face as the fans continue to boo him profusely.
Dean Bardo: Wow, listen to that reaction. Despite the fact Jefferson is representing Fallout, the fans still aren’t behind him.
R.J Fisher: Pure, unadulterated hatred from the Fallout faithful right there. With Jack’s recent title win over OLYMPIA and the controversy of that ending still fresh in their memory, I’m not totally surprised.
Jefferson swaggers down to the ring, sliding in when he reaches it. He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes and awaits his opponents entrance.
Iris: And his opponent, representing ACW, he is current ACW LightHeavyweight Champion…“Mr. KO” Kudo YASUDA!!
The arena lights dim and then suddenly flash periodically with the opening guitar riffs of “Poison” until the lights slowly come back fully on as the fans go wild. Kudo Yasuda is seen at the top, and begins walking down the aisle.
Bardo: Take note Fisher, here is a man who stands for all that is good in this wonderful sport.
Fisher: No doubt about it Dean, Kudo Yasuda holds integrity and honour in extremely high regard and it shines through in the way he conducts himself in and out of the ring. He is certainly a man Jack Jefferson can learn from.
As Kudo slides into the ring Jack advances on him but is held back by Cliff Mortimer stepping in his way. Kudo climbs onto the turnbuckle to strike a quick pose for the ecstatic fans before hopping down and handing his belt to Mortimer, who hands it to the timekeeper to look after, along with Jefferson’s TV Title.
Bell Rings
Jefferson eyes Kudo, who stands perfectly still, cautiously before advancing on him with his left arm raised in an offer to engage in a test of strength. As soon as he gets in range Kudo delivers a swift kick to his exposed ribs, forcing him to recoil sharply, putting the badmouth on Kudo as he backs away.
Fisher: Ouch, that’s gotta hurt Dean. As we all know, Kudo’s strikes are pretty damn lethal, hence the name “Mr. KO”.
Bardo: You’re not wrong there Fisher. Kudo Yasuda is one of the best strikers in the business today and you simply cannot leave yourself open against someone of his calibre.
Once more Jefferson advances towards Kudo, hurling abuse at him.
Jefferson: Come on you overrated piece of shit! You unable to grapple with me or summit? You scared?! Let’s wrestle, this isn’t Martial Arts you dumb fuck, this is fucking wrestling!
Jefferson and Kudo lock up in the centre of the ring and Kudo uses his pace to avoid numerous attempts by Jefferson to stamp on his feet before driving a swift knee strike just under Jefferson’s ribs, causing him to drop to his knees gasping for air.
Bardo: That is exactly what he deserves for being that disrespectful to such a decorated athlete as Kudo Yasuda. This man was the 2006 Super J Crown Winner, he’s a record holding ACW Entertainment Champion, a GCWA Jr. Heavyweight Tag Team Champion, a GCWA Jr. Heavyweight Champion, and Jefferson would do well not to underestimate him.
Fisher: That sure is a long list of achievements Dean, and at 22 I’m sure there’s a lot in his future.
Bardo: Well many people within ACW believe Kudo to be World Title material and, to be honest, I can’t disagree with them.
Kudo comes back off the ropes and aims at the back of Jefferson’s head with his famed Yakuza Knee. Fortunately for him, Jefferson narrowly avoids the strike, rolling quickly out of the ring and inviting the wrath of the fans, some of who begin hurling empty bottles at him. Kudo complains to the ref, who begins counting…
ONE
Bardo: That was a close call. We nearly saw one of the shortest matches in Fallout history right there. If Kudo had connected with that Knee Strike there would be no way Jefferson was kicking out.
TWO
Fisher: And look at how unpopular he is with the fans for rolling out of the ring right there, he was lucky to avoid some of the garbage they sent his way.
THREE
Bardo: Well, Fisher it’s a classic Jack Jefferson move we’re witnessing right now. I’m sure that man would do just about anything to disrupt his opponents flow and gain any advantage he could muster.
FOUR
Fisher: He clearly isn’t as confident in his abilities as he makes out.
FIVE
Bardo: As much as I hate Jefferson’s tactics I wouldn’t say that Fisher. I think it’s simply a case of him caring more about winning than putting on a good match for the fans.
SIX
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:07:01 GMT -5
Jefferson yell at Mortimer to force Kudo to back up which he does as Jefferson slides into the ring. As Jefferson rises to his feet Kudo charges at him only to be taken down by a Japanese Armdrag courtesy of Jefferson. He holds onto the arm and lock in a Chickenwing Armlock, a large grin painted on his face.[/i]
Bardo: Picture perfect Japanese Armdrag into that Chickenwing Armlock right there from Jack Jefferson. That is exactly what he is capable of.
Unfortunately for Jefferson his small victory is short-lived and the smirk is wiped from his face as Kudo makes it to the ropes and referee, Cliff Mortimer, applies the 5-count. The break isn’t exactly clean as Jefferson releases his hold and drills Kudo in the back of the head with a stuff kick which the fans show their disapproval of with the standard boos.
Bardo: Great in-ring awareness right there from Kudo, he is the sort of wrestler who always seems to know where he is in the ring.
An irate Kudo springs to his feet and stares at Jefferson, who returns the stare as the two men begin to circle each other cautiously. With each revolution, the circle gets tighter until they ultimately lock up. In the blink of an eye, Jefferson has manoeuvred Kudo into a Hammerlock and he applies pressure as Kudo reaches behind with his free hand, breaking Jefferson’s grip and applying a Hammerlock of his own. Jefferson soon repeats the reversal but instead of allowing Kudo to gain control for a second time, he puts pressure on the back of his legs, forcing him to his knees. After a second, Jefferson releases his hold and holds his arms aloft, signaling that he intends to make a clean break, but then drops his arms at the last second and delivers a quick Dropkick to the back of Kudo’s head.
The fans boo loudly as Jefferson smirks, clearly happy with himself, and struts over to the turnbuckle. He climbs onto the turnbuckle, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs as the boos rise in volume.
Fisher: Jefferson exuding confidence at this point in the match.
Bardo: And it is that cockiness that will ultimately lose him, and Fallout, this match. He needs to focus on wrestling and forget about winding up the fans.
As Kudo gets to his feet, Jefferson is still on the turnbuckle, putting the badmouth on the front-row fans. Kudo wastes no time in leaping up and nailing Jefferson in the lower back with a Dropkick which nearly topples him to the outside. Before Jefferson can fully regain his balance Kudo takes him down with an impactful Schoolboy roll-up…
1…
2…
…KICKOUT!
Bardo: First near-fall of the match right there and half of the arena thought that Kudo had this one in the bag.
Fisher: Them and me both Dean, I was shocked that Jefferson got his shoulders up from that one. The impact on the roll-up was no stroll in the park I can tell you that for nothing.
The fans boo loudly as Jefferson gets to his feet and begin cheering as Kudo takes him down with a Roundhouse Kick.
Fisher: Something straight out of the Chuck Norris playbook from Kudo right there Dean.
Bardo: Shut the hell up. I’ve told you…Chuck Norris jokes are simply not funny and neither are you.
Jefferson rises to his feet with renewed vigour, sidestepping a strike attempt from Kudo and knocking him backwards with a European Uppercut, forcing him to stumble to avoid falling. He follows out with a stiff Knife-Edged Chop, Kudo looks instantly indignant and fires back with his own chop, rocking Jefferson. Jack then fires back with his own in an exchange that lasts for a while before Jefferson knocks Kudo to the mat with an Enzugiri Kick to the temple.
Bardo: Great strategy from Jefferson right there, simply draw him in and change it up to take him down. Not sure exchanging strikes with Kudo will be a good strategy for the whole match though, he’ll have to make use of his superior technical ability if he hopes to gain any sort of result.
Jefferson drags Kudo to his feet and whips him off the ropes, drilling him with a Dropkick to the knee as he comes back. He then grabs hold of Kudo and locks in a Rear Chin Lock, placing his knee into the back of Kudo. He then smirks before repeatedly Crossfacing him. He then covers…
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…KICKOUT!
Fisher: How the hell did Jefferson think he was going to keep Kudo’s shoulders pinned to the mat after just that? It’ll take more than that to put him away.
Bardo: Jefferson knew he wouldn’t win from that. I think it was more of a warning to Kudo.
Both me rise simultaneously and eye each other Jefferson drives a boot into the gut of Kudo and hits him with a Double Underhook Backbreaker, followed by another pin attempt…
1…
…KICKOUT! Once again Kudo powers out of Jefferson’s pin attempt. Jefferson rises faster than the increasingly irate Kudo, slapping him as he begins to rise. This angers Kudo who leaps at Jefferson, only to be caught with a Ura-Nage straight into a Backbreaker. He covers for a third successive time…
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:07:21 GMT -5
…KICKOUT! Kudo once more powers out, but takes longer to rise to his feet to ensure he isn’t tricked into acting rashly by Jefferson once more.[/i]
Bardo: Very clever tactics from Jack Jefferson right there, he clearly manages to get inside Kudo’s head and he used his anger to full advantage, scoring a near-fall on the way.
Fisher: Indeed Dean, and that is why Jefferson can be such a tricky opponent to face.
The two men lock up for a third time and Jefferson fires Kudo off the ropes. As Kudo comes back Jefferson jumps into the air, rotating rapidly and lashing his foot out for the Wheel Kick. Unfortunately, Kudo has stopped already and he holds up index finger and shakes it back and forth while shaking head as if to say “Nice try” before knocking Jefferson to the mat with a Headbutt. This humiliating of the man everyone loves to hate draws a huge pop from the fans.
Fisher: Oh man, that is embarrassing! You’ve gotta feel bad for Jefferson there!
Bardo: No denying that Fisher, Kudo showed Jefferson that he won’t be at all easy to defeat right there.
As Jefferson rises, Kudo climbs the turnbuckle and as Jefferson reaches a vertical base and turns to face his opponent Kudo comes of the top, connecting with a Missile Spiral Dropkick, followed by a cover as the fans count along…
“ONE”…
“TWO”…
…KICKOUT! Jefferson kicks out marginally before Mortimer can reach a three-count and the fans groan their disappointment.
Bardo: That was as close as we’ve come to a pinfall thus far Fisher, picture perfect Spiral Dropkick from Kudo wasn’t quite enough to put Jefferson away, however.
Fisher: Exactly Dean, but it can only be a matter of time before Kudo connects with his deadly Yakuza Knee Strike and finishes this one off.
Bardo: Don’t be too confident about that Fisher, I don’t think this match is over just yet.
Kudo looks disappointed as he rises to his feet but smiles as “Kudo” chants break out, Jefferson just looks furious. As he lunges at his opponent, he is met with Stiff Kick to the side of his head and hauled to his feet before he even has chance to register what happened. Kudo then takes Jefferson down with a K.O. Exploder, complete with bridge…
“ONE”…
“TWO”…
“THR…NO!!” Many fans gasp as Jefferson somehow manages to kick out again.
Fisher: OH! So close, I thought that was it for sure!
Bardo: As did many members of this audience, but as it is this match must continue. Jefferson is certainly showing some resilience right here, that’s for sure.
Kudo drags Jefferson to his feet and sets up for the Yin Yang Suplex, however Jefferson is able to fight him off instead hitting his own suplex, a Fisherman Suplex with bridge. Many fans groan as Jefferson is able to reverse Kudo’s attempted suplex as they feel it would have finished him off. Mortimer drops down and begins his count, this time no-one is counting along…
ONE…
TWO…
…KICKOUT! Kudo kicks out, looking mildly annoyed that Jefferson was able to hit him with a suplex.
Bardo: Very nice reversal and possibly a match saving one at that, if Kudo were to connect with his powerful Yin Yang Suplex at this point I don’t think Jefferson would be able to kick out.
Both men lock up again and Kudo whips Jefferson off the ropes. As he comes back at him, Kudo leaps into the air and connects with a powerful Roaringiri. Jefferson forces himself not to fall, stumbling and swaying for five seconds before succumbing and dropping to his knees. Seizing the opportunity, Kudo pumps his fist, drawing a large pop, and then comes off the ropes to drill Jefferson with an ‘Execution Style’ Yakuza Knee Strike, connecting directly on Jefferson’s chin, knocking him out upon contact. Kudo’s cover is merely a formality and the fans count along with enthusiasm…
“ONE”…
“TWO”…
…“THREE!!!”
The arena erupts as Cliff Mortimer strikes the mat for a third time and calls for the bell.
Fisher: Wow…
Bardo: A very rare and extremely successful variation of Kudo’s famous Yakuza Knee right there. Once someone gets his with that they are not getting up.
Iris: The winner of the match, via pinfall, representing ACW…“Mr. KO” Kudo YASUUUUUUUDA!!
The crowd begin cheering loudly as the announcement is made and deafening “Kudo” chants start up all around the arena until everyone in the building is chanting his name. Kudo climbs onto the turnbuckle, after attaching his Light-Heavyweight Title around his waist, and strikes a pose as the fans pop, blowing the roof off the arena.
As Kudo exits the ring and walks up the ramp, EMTs rush past him to revive the unconscious Jack Jefferson, who’s TV Title is draped across his chest. The cameras follow a delighted Kudo up the ramp. We finish with the image of Kudo raising his arms triumphantly, a large smile plastered across his face.
Fade to Black
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Post by The Senator on Dec 18, 2006 13:08:00 GMT -5
Vignette: 1407 As we come back from commercials, the camera gets a brief shot of the crowd - anticipating the next bout on the Crossover card tonight but before they know it the entire arena plunges into darkness. The fans are skeptical as to what is going on, but it will become very apparrent in just a few seconds. All heads are turned towards the Crossover themed Alphatron where four numbers flash on the screen:1407 [/color] What 1407 means remains a mystery to the crowd at the moment but once it flashes off the screen, a pair of words appears.The Return [/color] The fans once again are perplexed at what those two messages actually mean, but as the clip continues the meaning behind it all becomes clear. Quickly, a shot of a rather large black man curling a huge barbell is seen before it cuts off. The fans aren't able to recognize the dark man with that quick of a shot, but a series of shot follows and then the person becomes more noticeable.
He runs up a large stadium stairway, and runs back down.
He then is seen doing multiple pushups, with sweat dripping off his brow and to the padded mat below.
That scene is followed up by him doing pull ups, working on his upper back and shoulder area as a large tattoo with the word "BROOKLYN" printed on his back. With that, the fans almost immediately recognize the wrestler.Bob "The Swerve" Di'Las: Sellout. BK London stiffly punches RDK in the face at OE II.Libertines: Incredible. BK London delivers his "From Brooklyn to London" to Skurai at OE I.Santiago Rivera: Determined. BK London has his Corporate Lock latched in on Kudo Yasuda.Jason Freeman: Inferior. Wyvern has BK London latched in the sharpshooter while he's screaming in pain.Jonny Spade: Asshole. BK kicks Jonny's dog down a flight of stairs.Gooey Garth: Brutal. BK stands over a bloody Skurai at OE IThe Macho Man RDK: Shiny. BK London holds up both the ACW Tag Team Title and Entertainment Title simultaneously.Nick Durden: Dominant. BK tosses Rena over the top rope to win the Chairman of the Day Battle Royal.Starkweather: Egotistical. BK gives his trademark heelish smirk as he walks backwards up the ramp.Mr. Red: Legendary. All the shots quickly pan one after another, until it stops at one final shot of BK London standing at the doorway smiliing sinisterly at the camera. The shot is black and white, and the words used to describe him come flying at the screen before the shot cuts to black once again.BK London returns...January 4th 2007 OOC: Credit to BK London of course.
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