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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:08:39 GMT -5
Segment: Date for Destruction? (Credit: Zero) As we open up, we find Jay Zero sitting in a plump, comfortable looking leather chair, staring at his cell phone. He just keeps staring at it until he starts to click through it a bit and finds one certain phone number. With a smile on his face, he also looks cautious in his decision before finally clicking send on his phone and pulling it to his ear. Each ring brings a nervous thought that makes Zero want to fall to his knees and back out. Ring…..Ring……Ring. Finally, somebody picks up. [/center] Zero: Hi! - - - - This is an associate of Santiago, you can call me Jay. [/color] On the other end, noises of surprise and satisfaction can be heard as Jay smiles a bit. [/center] Zero: Oh, oh yeah. Santi’s doing fine. - - - Well, right now we’re actually in Munich, Germany. [/color] A “Wow, really?” can be heard from the other line as he continues to go on about how great an opportunity that must be. [/center] Zero: Yeah, this international tour really is great and we should be heading to the states sometime soon again. But besides that, I was just wondering if maaaybe you’d like to fly over London, England for this Saturday. [/color] There is a pause and what sounds to be a “What?!” on the other line? [/center] Zero: Now, now, hear me out first. See, this Saturday is Spring into Hell, and I know it’d be one hell of a surprise for Santi to see you here.
So what d’ya say? I fly you down, saaay Friday and Saturday you’re here for the payperview? - - - - I’ll get you backstage passes and everything, you’ll be treated great, don’t worry!
[/color] There’s a pause until some mumbling is heard on the other line and Jay is seen smiling. [/center] Zero: ----Great…I’ll see you then. Alright….Take care. [/color] Jay hangs up the phone and lets out a big sigh in relief. He then pulls himself forward in his chair, smirking from ear to ear. [/center] Zero: Oh Santi, you’re in for a BIG shock, now. Hahahaaaa! [/color] The scene slowly begins to fade as Jay relaxes back in his chair and closes his eyes, thinking of all the opportunities to come upon. He looks sort of dazed, so laid back at the moment, after accomplishing such a feat. But….what does Jay have in store for Santiago on Saturday? Who can we expect to be there? I guess we’ll have to tune into Spring into Hell just to find out…… End[/center]
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:09:01 GMT -5
Segment: Performance Appraisal (Credit: Scott / AK)
The scene cuts to the back, which is busy with crew going about their business. Scott Andrews has a healthy glow about him as he makes his way back toward the Senatorial locker room; he is about halfway there when a voice from behind stops him mid-stride.
??: Scott! Can I have a quick word?
Scott turns around to see Alicia approaching him. She too is radiating heat after an energetic contest.
Alicia: I won’t keep you long, I just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed that match. Your revised attitude’s paying dividends, at least from my perspective.
Scott raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t seem displeased with the compliment.
Scott: Well thanks. Don’t go getting the idea that I’ve changed my spots too much, though – I’m still in this to prove that I’m the future of this business, not to get into your good books.
Alicia smiles a fraction.
Alicia: Point taken. That being understood… would you be interested in advancing your career with a PPV appearance on Saturday?
Scott looks as if he’d been ready to exit the conversation, but now his interest is re-ignited.
Scott: That depends. What do you have in mind?
Alicia: Oh, nothing fancy, I’m afraid. I can’t offer you a title shot or that sort of incentive… but I’d still like to take you on in a singles match. I’ve been working on several aspects of my technique, and I want to see how I match up to someone who’s on an upward trajectory… that, and Dan’s threatening to put me in some non-event gauntlet to satisfy the “home crowd demand” if I don’t come up with a better alternative. So what do you say?
Scott considers this, and smirks a little.
Scott:…Ok, I guess if you’re happy to lose in front of your hometown audience, I can oblige.
Alicia gives Scott a raised eyebrow of her own.
Alicia: We’ll see about that… I’ll get Dan to sort out the paperwork. I look forward to seeing you on Saturday.
She walks past Scott, and then turns on her heel to look back at him.
Alicia: Oh, and while I remember… I don’t have any problem with you bringing your hired help to the ring, if that’s what you’re thinking. You know my thoughts on that topic already… if I were you, I’d save myself the wads of cash you’re undoubtedly paying. But it’s your call entirely…
Alicia heads off to get showered, leaving Scott in the corridor. He looks thoughtful for several seconds before walking away himself.
In the background of the shot, a shadow is lurking. Butch has been “monitoring” his employer the whole time… and he does not look at all pleased with the direction things are taking.
He is not the kind of man to simply let events unfold without his influence…
Fade.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:12:10 GMT -5
Match 4: Brimstone vs Thunderkiss - No DQ (Credit: Jonny Spade)
*bell rings*
Both men circle the ring looking at each other waiting for someone to make the first move using various taunts and what not to try to intimidate the other. After a while both move to the center of the ring and get into a tie up. This lets Thunderkiss get the upper hand on Brimstone and apply a headlock onto Brimstone. However, Brimstone is quickly there to counter the move into a reverse suplex and that is successful to dropping Thunderkiss onto the back of his neck making him dazed for a little time. Brimstone then crawls over to Thunderkiss and instead of going to the cover he grabs his legs and applies a Half Boston Crab to him which wakes him up of any dazed trance he was in and makes him then start screaming in pain, but he was able to quickly make his way to the ropes and grab hold of the bottom rope which forces Brimstone to break the hold but decides to hold onto the submission until the ref gets to the 3 count. Which he then backs away from TK as the ref gives Brimstone a mini lecture.
Thunderkiss then crawls over to the apron and gets up and then Brimstone makes his way back to the location of where Thunderkiss is. Once face to face Brimstone goes for a punch at TK but he is able to duck under the punch and then grab the head of Brimstone. He then drops down off the apron while still holding onto the head of Brimstone forcing his neck to bounce off the ropes making him slingshot backwards back to the inside of the ring. Once TK though is on the outside he taunts those in the crowd which he gets boos from, although what he doesn’t notice is that since his back is facing the ring, Brimstone didn’t actually fall backwards. He had just stumbled backwards. Since this was the case Brimstone decided to go and take a risk and he runs up the turnbuckle and jumps off to the outside for a Corkscrew Moonsault, better known as the Kamikaze Bomb, which doesn’t get Thunderkiss’ attention until it was too late and causes both men to land on the outside hard.
The crowd starts to cheer for the athleticism of Brimstone and those that had gotten tickets to ringside start to bang on the barricade that has been setup. Brimstone is the first to stand up on his feet and he looks and sees TK who is still knocked out he gets an idea and goes under the ring and grabs himself a steel chair and places it on the apron of the ring. He then moves back to TK who is starting to stir, and gives him a couple of more stomps and punches and then lays him on the steps that lead into the ring. He goes back to get the chair he had gotten earlier and walks back to Thunderkiss who is still laid out on the steps. He lifts the chair high up over his head to get some momentum on the swing, but as he brings it down TK is able to move out of the way at the last moment, causing a big thud to erupt from the two metals colliding together. Thunderkiss, while kneeling down punches the knee joints of Brimstone from behind causing Brimstone’s legs to buckle and then Thunderkiss follows up with grabbing the head of Brimstone and forcing it down hard onto the steel chair making Brimstones head collide with it making him fall over to the opposite side of TK.
While Brimstone has been knocked out, Thunderkiss had taken this opportunity to take a quick breather and then once that’s been taken care of, he too, decides to go under the ring and this time he pulls out something much more devastating to use. He finds a table to that of the crowd’s pleasing and he decides to set that the table is rested on the barricade and apron of the ring. Once that’s been taken care of, TK goes back to the downed Brimstone and drags him over to the set-up table and stands him up on his feet. Unfortunately though for Thunderkiss, Brimstone has gained enough cautiousness to know what’s going on and starts to throw some punches TK’s way which connect all over his body hitting him in his face and stomach. He then turns slightly and sees that there’s a table behind him and then quickly gets an idea and drapes an arm of TK’s over his neck and quickly lifts him up and spins him around and drops backwards for a back suplex causing both bodies to crash through the table to the pleasure of the crowd.
Now the ref has no idea what he should be doing now because of the no disqualification stipulation of this match. So he decides to just stand around and make sure that nobody is injured beyond not being able to compete. After about 10 seconds or so of unconsciousness Brimstone is the first to show some signs of life as he starts to push himself up with his arms and he sits up and looks at the carnage that has been caused by his hand which puts a smile on his face.
He moves over to under the ring once again and takes a minute or two until he comes back for air with a smile on his face. What he finds under the ring is a ladder. The fans have smiles on their faces too and cheer as Brimstone slides the ladder to the inside of the ring. He sees that TK is getting up to his feet and Brimstone quickly slides back into the ring and stands next to the ropes. He waits until Thunderkiss is standing up vertically, and then jumps up onto the top rope and springboards himself down onto the shoulders of TK for “The Inferno” but TK has much more upper body strength and is able to get Brimstone up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and does the Heaven’s Door right onto the outside. TK falls down to his knees from using up the strength for that move and Brimstone is out once again from the move. Thunderkiss then after another moment of catching a breather TK goes over to Brimstone who is getting up to his feet and slides him into the ring and then follows closely behind him. He then stands up Brimstone and whips him into the ropes opposite of him but Brimstone is conscious enough to counter the move and when TK bounces off the ropes and charges back to him Brimstone then jumps up at just the right time to hit a Hurricarana on TK sending him down to the mat once again. Brimstone then goes to the ladder that he had brought in earlier and sets it up in the bottom ropes of the turnbuckle but then while his back is turned to the turnbuckle Jason Freeman sneaks into the ring by going through the crowd and attacks Brimstone from behind, which lays Brimstone on the ropes. Jason though gets an idea and runs off the opposite ropes and charges back to Brimstone but Brimstone is able to at the right time duck and back body drop Jason over the top rope back to the outside. Brimstone then turns his attention back to the entertainment champ who goes for a high power clothesline but Brimstone is able to duck it just in time and catch Thunderkiss for a STO into the ladder in the bottom turnbuckle which is better known as “Dead Eyes”. Thunderkiss’ head hits his head hard and then Brimstone pulls him into the centre of the ring and goes for the one and only pin of the match that makes him successful in winning the match.
Phillip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER……BRIMSTONE!!
Brimstone’s music plays as he makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp way while Jason Freeman goes to attend to Thunderkiss as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:13:10 GMT -5
Segment: Tick (Credit: Hunter / Freeman)
As we return from the commercial break, the first thing that can be seen on screen is the oddly light colored form of Brimstone, who walks down the hallways drenched in sweat. He drags his cloak in his right hand, which explains his unusual pale color that is rarely seen outside of a wrestling ring. He stops to take a quick breath, and then continues walking, looking around intently. What's most surprising about all of this is that he is not as intense as he usually would be in such a situation. Although this thought comes across the minds of most people, they do not question his logic too much. After all, Jason Freeman has been trying to simply get a reaction out of Brimstone for over a month, so giving it to him is not in Brimstone's best interest. Regardless, he turns the corner and instantly sees a vicious looking Freeman standing before him, left hand securely tightened around his International Championship, his general form being in a sort of fight stance.
Freeman: Hey there, Brimmy.
Brimstone looks at Freeman briefly, and then begins to chuckle rather loudly.
Brimstone: The greeting and the stance don't go well together.
Freeman does not want to let this bother him, but it's clear on his face that he still takes some of Brimstone's words to heart. Brimstone smirks at the fact that finally he's getting the reaction, and then folds his arms and continues.
Brimstone: So what was your aim, then? To make me lose a match against Thunderkiss? I assure you, I would have been more upset if I lost without your help than with it. Or do you have some sort of other purpose?
Freeman says nothing, and instead stares directly at Brimstone, even looking somewhat threatening.
Freeman: So...why does Ginger want you to beat me?
Brimstone smirks slightly. Finally he gets something he has wanted from Freeman for quite a long time: a challenge, and one that does not involve any "stupidity" whatsoever.
Brimstone: He thinks you're a bad champion. He thought I was a better one. There isn't much to explain.
The honest and direct approach doesn't always pay off, and this case is no different. Freeman grits his teeth slightly and continues to stare directly at Brimstone.
Freeman: And why is that? Why am I a bad champion?
Brimstone: To him? Because you don't draw well and don't make him as much money as he'd like to have. To me? Because you are a weak wrestler who spends his time losing to other weak wrestlers. You have not made a single serious defense of that title.
Freeman: And you only made one...before you lost to me.
Brimstone: Against Scott Andrews. At least he's an actual competitor, not a joke much like you are.
Freeman: And yet I still beat you.
Brimstone: In a fluke. I've told you this many times before.
Freeman: So what you're saying is...there's not much I can do, is there...I have to face you no matter what?
Brimstone: Yes. And you will have me at one hundred percent, and you will see that it truly was a fluke the first time around.
Freeman: Well...not if you're not at one hundred percent.
Brimstone raises an eyebrow just as Freeman charges at him. Moments before the International Championship connects with the side of Brimstone's head, Brimstone smirks. The only people who ever catch this are the ones who rewatch the scene in slow motion on their TiVo's. Freeman throws his title off to the side after striking Brimstone with it, and then takes him down to the ground with a quick spear. He proceeds to punch him with alternating fists, but after a few successful strikes, Brimstone is able to block the rest, and finally throws Freeman off of him. Just as he begins to rise, Freeman charges at him again and throws him into the wall, where he proceeds to try to pin him up. Brimstone breaks the hold, and then lifts Freeman up, slams him against the wall, and holds them there.
Brimstone: Save it...for the match.
There is only a brief moment of consideration before Freeman viciously headbutts Brimstone, kicks him away, and charges at him once more. Brimstone catches him in a spear and slams down his fists onto his back, and then throws him off to the side. Just as Freeman attempts to lunge at him once more, several security guards appear and hold him back. They appear on Brimstone's side too, but Brimstone looks at them with a "not going to happen" look. He slowly lifts up the International Championship, and then notices the spot of blood in its center. He rubs the side of his head with his hand, and when he looks at it, it is indeed covered in blood. He scoffs, and then throws the title in Freeman's direction, and simply walks away as Freeman continues to be violently withheld from attacking.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:13:31 GMT -5
Segment: Response to Infiltration (Credit: Wyvern)
Backstage is the scene of the crime, as Kevin Anderson is standing by with Wyvern.
Kevin: Wyvern, it’s been awhile since we have talked, and well…things have changed. You are now the ACW World Champion, and may I add, the least favorite person here.
Wyvern: Hah. Leave the dramatics at the door, Kevin. You knew this was coming.
Kevin: Did I? No.
Wyvern: You’re just as blind as the rest of the people who drink the ACW Kool-Aid. If you had paid attention, clearly, you would have seen this coming.
Kevin: Anyways, I guess I should congratulate on being the ACW World Champion. However, may I ask for clarification, on WHY you sided with Alexander Starkweather and Umeko Saito?
Wyvern: Very well. I forged my alliance with Stark and Umeko for a very specific reason, as they are the ONLY two people here who have intellect in sync with mine. We think alike, thus, we are groomed to become the leaders of the ACW, as we will refurbish this crumbling foundation and instill a new order.
Kevin: A new…world order?
Wyvern: No. The ACW is dying – complacency amongst the “talent” has driven the organization to its knees, and now what it needs is a new dawn, a new beginning. No more reliance on the archaic structures of the past, it needs to look forward.
Kevin: Well, whatever. Anyways, what are your thoughts on BK London becoming the guest referee for the steel cage match between you and Senator at Spring Into Hell.
Wyvern: Typical BK London. Always throwing himself into the fray, into the center of attention. However, this will prove to be very detrimental to his health if he even flinches in a way I deem appropriate. He’s an infiltrator – he’s weaseling himself into my encounter with my nemesis. He had better keep his hands clear from the results.
Kevin: What results?
Wyvern: Simply put for simple individuals, if that “boy” even does so much as intercede on either of our behalves, I will grate his face against the steel cage like it was sharp cheddar. I will not, and cannot have MY time interrupted by the next “contender” to MY title.
Kevin: Very well, any closing comments?
Wyvern: BK, you might be thinking to yourself, that tonight you might get the chance to see what your match at Omega Effect III will be like. Don’t fool yourself, you don’t have a prayer when something is actually worth fighting for.
With that, Wyvern storms off, as Kevin looks at the camera, as the feed fades.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:13:50 GMT -5
Segment: On the Brink (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Charlotte King is seen standing in the ring, a microphone in hand as the camera zooms in on her.
Charlotte King: It is my honor to introduce to you a man whom you all are familiar with, the number one contender for Spring Into Hell, Senator Steve Phillips!
Hail to the Chief plays, as the Senator walks down to the ring, clasping a few random hands on the way down, before walking up the steps, and going through the ropes. Charlotte shakes hands with her interviewee, and motions for the crowd to quiet down.
Charlotte: Thank you very much for being kind enough to grant me this special interview, I know your time isn't really plentiful, so I know how much of a privilege this is.
The Senator: No, thank you for being appreciative enough to set this up beforehand, and not constantly annoying me at random moments...I do appreciate that, as I appreciate your other marked advantage over your hapless counterpart, in that you are one of the classiest, and yes, most beautiful women in this industry.
Charlotte: Hey, don't make this girl blush in the middle of the ring! Now, then, you have a very big match coming up here, and I'd just like to know what is going through your mind right now, we've heard a number of things from you before, but this close to the match, I bet that you've got some interesting things to share.
The Senator: Well, I will certainly let you know what I am thinking here. ACW stands now on the brink of two possible outcomes. We can fall to the machinations of a faction which has the goal of discrediting our main title, or we may win back the course of destiny, and regain the credibility of a legacy for a future generation to build upon. Over the last few days, I have come to realize that my situation here is not unlike that which the greatest statesman of the twentieth century, Winston Churchill faced in the onslaught of World War Two. He had to stand with his humble island nation in the path of a juggernaut of terrible proportions. Few expected the British to withstand the Nazi threat. Many Americans of the time, including the ambassador to England at the time, wished nothing more, but to stand out of the way. Churchill realized that his efforts were the last great hope for European Civilization, that it was his duty to take every effort to protect all that he and his people held dear. Yes, my friend, that indeed is largely how I feel at this point.
Charlotte: How so?
Senator: I may be arrogant in stating this, and I might overstate my case many times over. However, that does not prevent me from believing that I am ACW's last, best cause in the defense of its championship division. Wyvern and his friends pose a threat to everything that I have worked so hard to build and maintain, everything that every right thinking ACW wrestler, every ACW employee has labored, shedding sweat, blood, and tears in the defense of, if they manage to maintain their insidious hold on that belt of gold and leather, we lose everything that we have made, we lose the very essence of ACW itself! I shall not let that stand. Wyvern, I WILL pull out all the stops, I WILL use every tactic, every maneuver, every shortcut, every last bit of knowledge, every last bit of energy in my body and soul will go into defeating you here this Sunday! They say that I am too old for this, that I will be out of my element, that I just do not have that which it takes to defeat you in this environment...and I say that the critics can take a running dive off a steep cliff! Only time will tell, and only history will name the true victor in this struggle, and nothing that you say, nothing that you do will change that. If my legacy is going to die in the harsh confines of this steel cage, if ACW's halcyon days are to end inside the very squared circle in which they began, then something else is going to go with them. I fight with the clear goal of unconditional victory in sight, but should that goal not be met, let nobody say that Wyvern escaped the fight without the wounds of war!
Phillips slows down for a moment, speaking now in a deeper tone as he continues with a serious, but almost thoughtful look on his face.
Senator: Yes, this very well may end up being my last battlefield. There is the chance that this is the last time I speak to you people as a proud wrestler for Alpha Championship Wrestling. The stakes are high, but no matter who's arm is raised, the scribes and bards will tell the tale of this fight for those living beyond this fleeting era. This struggle of physical bodies, and intangible ideologies is too important for regret, or second thoughts, I will fight both to preserve all that is right here, and to be able to eventually retire with dignity, knowing that what I did here this Sunday, what occurred in that ring, what I left here was nothing short of my greatest effort. And that, my friends, my constituents, my allies, followers, yes, that, is nothing...but the truth.
Charlotte: He said it, Senator Steve Phillips, the man who will be facing Wyvern in a steel cage match in a rematch for the ACW World Heavyweight Title this Saturday!
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:15:39 GMT -5
In the Land of Warriors Pt. 2 (Credit: Michael)
The camera displays Nick Durden walking through a parking lot towards a fine looking estate. He rings the bell.
"Enter, gaijin friend."
Nick steps inside and we see that he is walking into a wrestling training school. There are students all around, or more accurately, Japanese young boys, who are learning the ropes the hard way. In the ring we see one of them being given a harsh clothesline, sending him into an unwarranted Marty Jannety flipping oversell.
Nick smirks, yelling out "Hey, MASAKI. Kudos, you're teaching these kids to learn from the best, man."
The camera then pans over to the head of the dojo, who is shaking his head. The in-crowd who is watching this pop wildly for a face that they've not seen in a long time.*
"Oh, it's not MASAKI in these halls, Nicky boy. Around here, it's a LARIATOOOOO! Right Bernard?"
Giant Bernard walks into the shot and gets in to the ring. He walks up to a student and lariats the ever loving shit out of him, the dojo head nodding in approval as he turns to Nick.
"Yeah, I didn't know he could even do lariats like that till warm ups earlier. Crazy stuff," remarks MASAKI.
"Sweet. So, how long you got left here before we head out for the meeting?"
"Well, I figured we could have it right here. It's not like it should be formal and we go out to the Olive Garden with our breadsticks and salad and talk about getting into the head of your opponent."
"Where better to learn than in the dojo, eh? Let's get down to some business then."
"Alright Nick...hang on just a moment."
MASAKI turns to all his students, addressing them not in a condescending tone but one that causes respect.
"Alright guys, I gotta talk to the big man for a moment. Uh...hmm...hey Bernard, do you mind teaching them what a full nelson feels like when your 350 pounds?"
"No problem, MASAKI!" bellows Bernard.
MASAKI turns around, and we hear screaming in the background. MASAKI and Nick walk off to another corner of the room, talking all the while.
"Right. So Nick."
The two walk toward a table and sit at opposing ends, as Nick begins to lay out his troubles to his newfound mentor.
"Alright, now you're a sick son of a bitch. And I know it doesn't matter how many times you turn things around, you're still a sick sumbitch. I need to re-learn how to be a sick bastard like that."
“So the mighty Nick Durden needs to learn how to be a sadistic bastard? My goodness. What happened? Did you lay off the alcohol? The women? Someone cancel your subscription to Jugs? Give me the details here."
Nick shrugs his shoulders.
"I haven’t been this worked up for a while. But that match Flamingo stole from me at Genocide has gotten under my skin, for whatever reason. I need to make him feel sorry that the thought that he’s better than me even dared enter his mind. That's why I'm here. Because the man who stands before you now, cannot do that yet."
"Okay...Flamingo stole a match from you and you can't find it in you to become a sadistic bastard who wants to hurt everyone in sight? Wow...we got to find something for you. Let's see, let's see...let me see if I can pull anything out of Puro. Okay, Nick. You ever heard of Team No Respect?"
"Heard of it, yes. But not much more."
MASAKI begins to talk, as Nick tilts his head slightly, taking in new knowledge. He looks not unlike one of the students at the dojo who is being given a history lesson.
"Kodo Fuyuki, Gedo, and Jado. Three of the biggest punks the wrestling industry has ever seen. They're name said it all. They didn't respect anyone or anything in the business. They even went as far as to urinate on one of their opponents in the middle of the damn ring. Now that has never happened anywhere around here, and will never happen on our watch."
"Yeah, can't have us getting thrown off the air because someone wanted to whip out his johnson and piss on where we are."
MASAKI smiles, knowing that Nick is and has always been more of a knowledge upon the American wrestling scenes than the Puro scene.
"Well Brian Pillman was close, but that's another story. Anyways...they're reasoning...to gain power. They wanted to humiliate and embarrass opponents to the point they wouldn't come back, or make them crazy to the point they couldn't think straight while fighting, and that's when they took advantage."
"So...you're saying distraction. Mental distraction. But there's a problem with that. I can't go after anyone around him because there isn't anyone around him. To go after him is fruitless at this time. What, should I find out if he has a dog and kick it? Guess it'd be about the same advice I've already been given once."
"Well no, hang on there man...you see, everyone has a reason to fight. There is incentive to fight for everyone. Competition. Gold. Power. Humiliation. People are in this business for a reason. People get in that ring for a reason. They are in there to gain what they desire. And that is where you come in. Now, Nick...tell me. Why do you want to get into this ring and fight Flamingo? Tell me why."
"Because not only did he call me out, he did it in such an unnecessary way that he pissed me off."
"So wait, so why do you need my help then? Don't you see it! There's your motivation to fucking kick his ass! He’s trying to taint your legacy! He tried to humiliate you on a national televised show in front of the world! He committed a sin that you truly cannot forget!"
"I need your help so that I can break him. The motivation isn't the problem. It's not the getting there. The whole 'journey is part of the destination' thing isn't a factor here. I'm already pissed. I just need to know how to make him dead and not shed a tear."
"Oh Nick, Nick, Nick...let me ask you this question. Why would you shed a tear for a man who tried to blackmail you? Why would you shed a tear for a man who put you out of action for over a month? WHY would you shed a tear for a malicious bastard? Why would you shed tears for beating up this man? He has caused nothing but pain and discomfort over the past few months. Every time you eyeball him, I know there's hate coming out. It's spewing from your soul like a leaky pipe and I know you want to let loose."
"Because thinking of the money to be made keeps creeping in. I never used to think of that. I used to think of nothing but eliminating my foes. But now, the businessman has taken over where the barbarian has waned. I know that physically, I can do it; just so long as mentally I can do it."
MASAKI bows his head almost in shame, shaking it before looking up and answering.
"Money....the mighty green has become a part of you now I see. You're worried about your elimination of Flamingo causing you to lose profits, right?"
"Yes. If I take him out now then he won't be around for the bigger payoff of the rematch later. I can't think like that. That's why I've visited with the sickest bastards I could, because I need to stop that all right now. Get in touch with my inner barbarian again. And anyways, I'm really starting to miss the old barbarian a bit, too."
"Nick...do you remember a certain man who was, how shall we say, Reckless?"
"I do very well."
"Do you remember what that man did to you?"
"Yes. He tormented me mentally and came damn close to breaking me."
"And how did he do it?"
"Burning down my house, kidnapping my girlfriend. What didn’t he do?"
A big smile creeps across the face of MASAKI, as he looks off into the distance a bit.
"Ah yes, thanks for that reminder. Good times... good times..."
They are then interrupted as a trainee runs out to MASAKI. "You gotta stop Bernard! He's killing us!"
"Eh... maybe your right. Enough with the full nelsons...
HEY BERNARD! SHOW THEM WHAT A CHOP FEELS LIKE!"
In the distance, we hear a very loud smack. Nick visually cringes as MASAKI beams like a proud parent.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:16:11 GMT -5
"Damn, now that's a fucking CHOP. I'll be here for the next class, I'm gonna put it to use in the match. Though I'm too Americanized...I may not be able to resist yelling 'Woooo!' afterwards."
"It happens to all of us. Don't worry. Anyways... where were we...ah yes, Reckless. Now don't you see, Nick? You should have seen it the moment I told you. What Reckless did to you was piss you off. And remember what you did to him?"
"I took him out pretty well."
"That damn STK. I'm not saying he won’t wrestle again, but do you think he won't feel that twinge every time I get in there?"
"So he pissed me off, so I put him out. Just like I'm wanting to do to Flamingo. Sorry, but the moral of the story is getting lost on me somewhere."
"He’s paying the price for pissing a man off. Your fury, your vengeance has given him a bit of pain that he'll take to his dying days. For you see...you didn't have the idea of a money making match, or a title, or any of those little things in mind.
"That is the main problem you have, Nick! You are worried about this jackoff Flamingo! You want to kick his ass, but he's MONEY! Well, that's the thing! Look at this federation Nick! You have new stars popping up left and right! Jay Zero, The Prince, Jason Freeman...look at these names. These names are the future of the business. Sooner rather than later, you and I know Flamingo's usefulness is gonna run out. It's getting near that time anyways. It's time for Flamingo to go the way of the dodo. Flamingo is the same sack of shit that can't win the World title if his life depended on it."
"So what you're saying, is that I need to forget about everything except for my hatred. Which is great, but I already said that! The being pissed off isn't a problem here, he's done plenty of that. Maybe I wasn't specific enough before, so let's rephrase this. I need assistance with focusing that hate and turning it into the Picasso painting that Flamingo is going to become when I'm through with him. See, I'm pissed off already. I need to harness that hatred, and I need to be able to not let it consume me but drive me. This is what I've had trouble with. The things I've done out of hatred in the past. I'm finding it hard to rediscover that place of mental tranquility that I used to get into when the thought of violence came around. I’m trying to find that same bastard who lusted for Reckless’ blood. That part of me that thrilled for the violence and couldn't wait to break a new bone on my next opponent. You can help me bring him back, because we did it before."
MASAKI sits there for a moment, thinking about it before he stands up and walks to his seated "student", and says...
"I finally see. You want me to find the psycho inside? You know...I think we can do that. And it starts with this."
*SLAP*
"Hey! What the hell?!"
"Antonio Inoki called this the 'Inoki Fighting Spirit Slap'. I'm calling this the 'MASAKI WAKE THE FUCK UP SLAP.’"
*SLAP*
"Dammit knock it off before I test out my Bernard chop on your ass!"
MASAKI is unrelenting now because he's getting into his point, and begins screaming at Nick.
"THINK OF WHAT FLAMINGO DID TO YOU! THINK OF WHAT HE DID TO YOU AND YOUR LIFE! I can see it deep in your eyes, Nick, you want to tear this man apart. You want to tear out his insides and feed them to the pitbulls at the pound!”
At this point, all the trainees and even Bernard are looking over at this and are thinking "What the hell?", as their mentor is slapping Nick around at will.
"Yes...yes I do."
"NO YOU DON'T. YOU'RE TELLING ME RIGHT NOW YOU’RE TOO BIG OF A PUSSY TO FIGHT HIM. You run away from revenge by claiming about the big budgets. The future of the business. Yada yada yada. You're using excuses to run away from yourself, Nick. YOU WERE FUCKING NICK DURDEN! NOW ALL I SEE IS A BIG FUCKING JACKASS!"
*SLAP*
MASAKI stops for a moment, calming down a bit before continuing.
I hope to God these slaps are getting your attention because I'm not gonna yell when I say this Nick. I'm going to say it low, because I know you can hear me. I know you've been to Scott. He gave me the 411 on that. I know he’s been trying to give you the mental power to fight Flamingo. And I see it worked quite a bit. ‘Cause there is a fire in your eye that I haven't seen in a long time. You just won't release it. Well I want you to think about this long and hard, Nick. If Flamingo can get away with everything he's done to you right now...why can't somebody else get away with it? Why can't somebody else go up to your girlfriend and bitch-slap her? Why can't somebody else just walk up to her right now, kick her in the knee, and slap her head right off the shoulder blades? Why not let Bernard run in and give her the Bernard Driver crushing her neck into the ground? WHY NOT? You're letting Flamingo get away with this! And the Nick I know...the one that I know...wouldn't take this. You know what he would do? First he would do this.”
*SLAP*
“And then he would go to TOWN. And before you know it, that poor opponent looks like a mack truck hit him on it's way to the truck stop. THAT is the Nick Durden I KNOW. FUCK ANYTHING ELSE in your life right now, Nick Durden. Because it is all about the NOW."
Nick takes it all in for a moment as he gets a reprieve from MASAKI's verbal and physical lashing.
“Now. All about now. You're right. Fuck tomorrow, fuck today. Fuck Flamingo. He's going to be a black spot on the back lot."
Nick nods his head, looking back up at MASAKI, who is smiling in approval. Nick smiles weakly, it growing into a big grin.
*SLAP*
"NOT GOOD ENOUGH YET, YOU BITCH. I see your intensity starting to flow, but it isn't enough. It's not enough that you beat his ass, Nick. We know that's a given. But you should make him suffer. The NOW is to make sure he not only loses that match...but he loses any reason to even step back in that ring EVER AGAIN. For you see, this is not about just beating him. This is your honor. Just beating him isn't enough. It's BEATING. HIS. ASS. IN. TO. THE. GROUND."
The trainees are really watching now, as MASAKI has thrown and connected with a harsh slap in between every screaming word. Nick's right cheek has turned a shade of pink, as MASAKI continues talking.
"And let me tell you, Nick...when it's all said and done...when the referee finally stops it and says it's over. You've beaten the man...you keep going. Nick Durden, you keep going and going and going until there is NOTHING left of Flamingo. You keep going and going and going and going like that goddamn Energizer Bunny until Flamingo is nothing but a, now not just a puddle, Nick, I want a FUCKING LAKE OF BLOOD in that ring. Because NOW, this is about you. NOW is your time. NOW is your moment of truth. NOW is the greatest time of your life. NOW...”
*SLAP*
“NOW...”
*SLAP*
“NOW you will destroy Flamingo!”
MASAKI swings out with another SLAP, but this time Nick catches it. He looks toward MASAKI, right in his eyes, with a look very different from when he got to the Snake Pit Dojo: a look of anger...a look of insanity...but a look of focus. He speaks then, but in a different tone. There is no laughter or jovial nature in the voice that escapes the mouth of the retired superstar.
"One more slap, and I'm going to take you into that ring and choke your ass out one more time.... just for the goddamned hell of it. Me and Reckless was a dog biting a postman on the ass compared to what Flamingo is going to get. Because God has risen. May I have no mercy upon his soul."
Nick turns and walks toward the door, turning back around right before walking outside.
"I'll be back to thank you after Flamingo is dead."
The door slams shut.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
Main Event: Wyvern, Starkweather, and Jake Cheng vs BK London, The Senator, and Kudo Yasuda (Credit: BK) Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring - Suddenly the power cuts off and we are brought with this picture.But luckily, our crack staff manages to fix the problem and we return RIGHT as the match starts.The bell sounds for the match to start and both teams have already decided on their opening competitors, BK London and Starkweather. The pair haven't had too many confrontations in the past, but when they did, Starkweather emerged the winner and you can bet BK London is looking to change that tonight. The pair lock up in the center of the ring and quickly BK latches on a side headlock before taking the former International Champion down to the mat. His shoulders appear to be pinned down, but before RAF can even slide over to make the count Starkweather picks his shoulder up from the mat while simultaneously trying to get BK to release the hold. Starkweather uses his legs and manages to capture the Fallen Heroes winner with a Head Scissors. With a vicegrip around his neck, now BK is the one struggling to free himself and he manuevers himself so he manages to flip forward and get a bridge in on Starkweather. RAF slides over and makes the count, but showing his impressive strength, Stark slowly beings to bridge up and he turns to take BK down with a backslide pin and does so. Another count is made by RAF, but BK manages to free himself from Starkweather's clutches and both men simultaneously make it to their feet. They begin walking around the ring again, as the feeling out process is over, and now they nearly butt heads in the center of the ring with a very agressive collar elbow tie up. Starkweather grabs the arm of his foe and wrenches it, but BK rolls forward and manages to kip up before looking to sweep the legs from under Starkweather with his arm. Starkweather jumps, evading the manuever before laying a stiff kick right to the face of the former ACW Champion. BK rolls over towards the ropes, holding his mouth in pain as Starkweather wastes no time advancing towards his opponent. He follows up with several stomps to his sternum before picking him up and resting his head on the middle rope. A choke commences using his knee, driving it into the back of his neck, and the camera man clearly gets a shot of the bleeding mouth of BK due to that kick. RAF makes his way over and begins to count for Starkweather to release the hold, and he does so at four. RAF complains to Starkweather about taking to long with his hold, but Stark ensures him that he had a five count to break it and he broke it at four. He goes back to work on BK, delivering some stiff right hand to the mouth before carrying him over to his corner and tagging in Wyvern. Wyvern enters the ring with a huge smile on his face and picks off where his partner in crime left off, pummeling BK in the corner with stiff right hands before choking him with the sole of his foot. RAF pulls the ACW Heavyweight Champion off the challenger, which starts an argument between the two. Wyvern sees BK rising to his feet while RAF is still trying to speak with him, and he blows past him to deliver a huge Running Knee Lift to the jaw - sending the Grand Slam Champion through the ropes and on the outside of the ring. BK lays motionless on the ground below, and now Wyvern contines his little discussion with the referee - distracting him long enough for Jake Cheng, BK's former partner, to capitalize by dropping him mouth first on the announce table before chucking him back into the ring. Wyvern hooks both legs to cover the champion, and it looks like it's going to be over here, but Senator manages to break up the count. RAF pushes Senator back to his corner, and while he is doing this Jake Cheng enters the ring and the pair of Wyvern and Jake do a number on the former ACW Champion. Jake claps loudly, and RAF instinctively hears a tag being made and now Wyvern returns back to his corner. RAF turns his attention back on the two legal participants at hand, Jake and BK, and asks Jake if he made the tag and the Light Heavyweight Champion assures him he did. The very cocky Jake struts around the ring wildly, stalking BK, waiting for him to get up, and once he does Jake pops him right in the mouth with a few lefts. Then he switches to the right. Then Jake does a little jig in the center of the ring and winds up before going for a huge right hand, but BK ducks under it and picks up the Light Heavyweight Champion. BK sends him crashing into the mat with a Blue Thunder Bomb, and instead of going for the pin he begins to crawl towards his corner. Jake is slowly recovering and now BK dives and tags in the former Light Heavyweight Champion, Kudo Yasuda. Kudo steps through the ropes and meets the rising Jake Cheng with a forearm strike to the jaw. He follows up with several more and now the current Light Heavyweight Champion is reeling before collapsing right onto the ropes. Kudo irish whips him off the ropes, but Jake manages to counter it - sending Kudo bouncing into the ropes. Jake looks for a clothesline to follow up on his reversal, but Kudo ducks under it and rebounds off the ropes with a Flashback Elbow right to Jake's jaw. A huge surge of cheers comes from the German Crowd tonight, and now as Jake gets up Kudo takes him down with a Snapmare before bouncing off the ropes and planting both of his feet into Jake's face. A quick cover follows up this offensive manuever and Jake manages to get his shoulder up right after two. Kudo picks him up and carries him towards the corner before laying into him with a hard knife edge chop to the chest. The chop echoes throughout the arena and it appears even Wyvern feels the pain from the chop from on the apron. Kudo follows up with another one and Jake's eyes nearly bulge out of his head from the pain surging throughout his body. Jake's knees nearly buckle under him, but Kudo makes sure to pick him right back up before whipping him hard across the ring. The longest reigning Entertainment Champion slaps his knee and makes a b-line towards his foe before driving a knee right into his jaw. Jake staggers out of the corner a bit, and stumbles around before falling right on his face - Flair style.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:18:21 GMT -5
Kudo picks up his foe and walks over to his corner before tagging in the former ACW Heavyweight Champion, The Senator who enters the ring to a HUMUNGOUS pop from the German population. He delivers a stiff kick to the abdomen of Jake before picking him up an delivering an Arm Wrench Axe Kick right to his jaw. Jake flops back down to the mat and now The Senator picks him up once again and does something very questionable, he throws Jake to his corner and tells him to tag in Wyvern. Wyvern looks at Jake, and then looks at Senator in disgust and begins mouthing, "You want me motherfucker?". Senator gets in his fighting stance and suddenly, Starkweather reaches over the top rope and tags himself in the match - meeting Senator in the center of the ring. In sort of a rematch from last week Thursday on Metldown, Senator and Starkweather eye each other from their respective corners before darting to the center and start dealing out blows to a huge pop from the crowd. Neither man appears to be getting the hand in this slugfest at the start, but gradually Senator begins to gain most of the offense - getting his opponent on the ropes. He whips Starkweather off the ropes and hopes to capitalize with a back body drop, but the ring general Starkweather is one step ahead of the former World Champion. Starkweather holds onto the ropes and watches a Senator sprints towards him, before side stepping him and sending him flying over. But what Starkweather doesn't see is Senator managing to grab the top rope and pull himself back up on the apron before making his way to the top rope, like a cat.
Senator perches himself on the top rope, waiting for Starkweather to turn to his direction - but Jake takes matters into his own hands and rushes toward Senator on the top rope. For this, he is kicked off and falls to the ground below, to a pop from the crowd - but the distraction is enough for Starkweather to ascend to the top rope in one leap and deliver a huge Double Arm Superplex to The Senator. The Senator clutches his lower back in insurmountable pain and as Starkweather begins to hold his neck in pain aswell. But Starkweather manages to muster up enough strength to barrel roll over to his corner and tag in Wyvern, who quickly enters the ring and covers his opponent for Spring into Hell. RAF slides on over and begins to count, but BK manages to enter the ring and break up the count - infuriating Wyvern to no end. As RAF has his hands full with BK, Wyvern picks up Senator and invites Starkweather into the ring for a little double team action. Starkweather holds up Senator in a back drop position while Wyvern delivers a neckbreaker and he brings him down, and it proves to be effective enough to immobolize the former ACW Champion temporarily. Starkweather returns to his corner and now Wyvern pulls Senator to the center of the ring before delivering a backbreaker before going for another cover. This time, Senator manages to kick out right before three and the ACW Champion is absolutely livid.
He grabs both legs of Senator and now looks for his Deus Ex Machina, but knowing the move so well, Senator thrashes around until he manages to kick Wyvern off of him. Wyvern flies over across the ring and Senator crawls to his corner as BK has his arm extended out for the tag. Senator makes the tag and Starkweather tags in Jake Cheng, and now both superstars make their way into the ring and dart towards one another. BK takes his former partner down with a clothesline to a huge pop from the crowd. Jake gets up again and is taken back down to the mat with another clothesline. One more time the Light Heavyweight Champion rises to his feet and now he is the recipient of a back body drop.
Jake clutches his back as he rises up to his feet and now BK sends him over the top rope with a clothesline. Jake lands on his feet, but staggers backwards and eventually stumbles over on his ass. BK plays towards the crowd, and waits for Jake to re-enter the ring for more, but as Jake gets up that doesn't seem to be the case. He rises back up to his feet, holding his lower back in pain and then calls for something from the back as he heads up the ramp backwards. And the next sight, is a shocking one.
Out comes Kiley Johnson, BK's near 9 month pregnant wife, with Stan The Cameraman not too far behind her. Stan grabs Kiley by her hair to keep her from escaping and a sadistic smile grows over the face of Jake Cheng. Back in the ring, BK's eyes widen as he can't believe what is going on around here. And now the pair pull Kiley behind the curtain to the backstage area, and not thinking twice, BK ditches both of his partners and makes his way to the back.
We manage to get cameras back there and in a rare moment, we have a segment on our hands, inside of a match!
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:18:50 GMT -5
Segment: Hostage Situation (Credit: Jake/BK)
The focus shifts back now to the backstage area of the Olympiahalle where a camera crew has caught up to BK London as he follows the footsteps of Jake Cheng. Fortunately for London, since we are not in the ACW arena, this chase will come to an end. And it does.
A black van drives out of the parking lot, presumably with Stan and Kiley inside. BK slows to a stops and watches the black van peel out and speed off, leaving BK helpless. Now all he can do is look at his former tag partner as he stands across from him in the deserted lot.
Jake: Looks like you just missed them.
BK: Jake, if you...
Jake: If I what London? I really don’t think you are in a position to tell me what to do. I am the one in charge of these negotiations.
BK: What negotiations?
Jake: Do you think I’m dumb, BK? I took her for a reason. And you know that reason is?
BK pauses and thinks. His eyes then narrow as he stares back at Jake.
BK: ....the match.
Jake: Precisely. I’ll call Stan and have him bring Kiley back and you will march right on down to Dan err Commissioner White’s office and sign the contract. Do we have a deal?
BK takes a few moments to contemplate this decision, not because he hates his wife in any way - more to think out ever possible outcome to this.
Jake: TIME IS TICKING BK!
BK: - Fine, fine, yes.
In a flash Jake whips out his cell phone, hits one or two buttons and it already making the call to Stan. Jake taps his foot and holds up one finger to BK and London rolls his eyes. Jake sighs in relief when Stan picks up on the other line.
Jake: Stan?...yeah.....Dan White Loves Chicken......Uh huh.......20 minutes? Ok.
Jake snaps the phone shut.
Jake: My half of the bargain is done. White is going to want that signed soon. The show is almost over.
BK looks at Jake with a look of extreme disgust before nodding in agreement and leaving Jake in the parking lot alone. Or maybe not. A car that was parked on the side turns on its lights and pulls up next to Jake. The window rolls down and Stan's head pops out.
Stan: You think he bought it?
Jake: Yeah. Let’s get the fuck out of here just in case. You got all my stuff in here already right.
Stan gives Jake a thumbs up and he opens the car door and climbs in. You can see Kiley laying in the back of the car. Jake shuts the door and Stan speeds off much like the black van did before hand. Mission accomplished. But did Jake really fool BK? And if he did, was it the right move? Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me...</bad Hell reference>
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on May 14, 2007 15:19:46 GMT -5
Back in the ring, Wyvern comes out of his corner and he pushes Kudo off the apron - sending him down to the ground below before pulling the extremely exhausted Senator into the ring. The Senator attempts to fight back against the ACW Heavyweight Champion, but he is brought back to the ground by a Jumping Heel Kick. Wyvern picks up Senator and now throws his head between his legs before hooking both of the arms. As he holds Senator in this position, he talks some trash with the crowd which garners him some heat from the crowd - but with the distraction, Senator musters up the strength to deliver a back body drop to the ACW Champion. Slowly, Senator rises up to his feet and Wyvern does too and looks to land a huge big boot to his foe's face, but Senator counters with a Capture Bomb right in the center of the ring. The former ACW Champion rolls backwards and right in the nick of time Kudo hops back up on the apron and Senator makes the tag in to his partner.
Kudo enters the ring and takes Starkweather off the apron before going after Wyvern, and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Wyvern gets up to his feet and Kudo delivers a set of kicks to his ribs before following up with a Spinning Heel Kick to his jaw. Starkweather enters the ring, looking for a clothesline, but Kudo ducks under it and hoists the former International Champion up on his shoulders before delivering the Go 2 Sleep - nearly knocking Starkweather out. The Senator rises up and pats Kudo on the shoulder, but Kudo doesn't see who it is before decking the Phillips right in the jaw. It doesn't manage to take the Illinois native off his feet, but it does infuriate him a bit. The pair exchange a few words, and it looks like Kudo is apologizing for his actions. Senator turns around to continue his assault on Starkweather, and now the former Light Heavyweight Champion catches him off guard and delivers a massive roundhouse kick to the head, as a brief hush comes over the crowd.
The Senator’s body goes completely limp as he falls flat on the canvas, laying totally inert as his “tag team partner” stands over him – simply watching him. There is no follow up to that attack, and Kudo doesn’t seem as if he wants to explain his actions any further, not that he could have. A chorus of boos follows this heinous attack and now the former Light Heavyweight Champion takes a few steps backwards, making his way out of this situation but he finds himself bumping into something.
He slowly turns around, and stares eye to eye with the man who he has grown very familiar with over the better part of two months, Alexander Starkweather. In nearly every altercation these two have had, Starkweather has come out the victor, but it doesn’t seem that this time Kudo is ready to succumb to defeat. He stares his foe down right next to the fallen body of the former ACW Heavyweight Champion and what he does next, is something completely unexpected.
A smirk grows across his face as he continues to stare at Starkweather, and Starkweather returns with a grin of his own and slowly the German fans begin to see what is occurring here, but it is confirmed as Starkweather extends his hand and Kudo accepts his gesture and the two complete a handshake. Wyvern rolls into the ring himself, with his ACW Heavyweight Championship in hand, and meets the pair before engaging in a handshake with Kudo himself.
It appears this has ended up more than just a simple meeting in the ring, what we are witnessing is an alliance being formed before our eyes, and it appears Senator has been the first victim of this deadly unit.
What does this alliance have in store for The Senator and the rest of ACW?
What does Jake have planned for BK now that they finally have their match?
Is the end of Flamingo inevitable?
What does Jay Zero have in store for Santiago?
[insert epic tag line which ends with Spring into Hell]
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Post by The Senator on May 14, 2007 15:20:47 GMT -5
Heh, you know I marked out for MASAKI/Bernard, the Toukon Slap, and Team No Respect.
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Post by hunter on May 14, 2007 15:23:06 GMT -5
Wyvern/Stark/Kudo = Bestest Stable in a While
Awesome show, all.
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Post by Rena on May 14, 2007 15:28:27 GMT -5
Good Show ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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