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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:29:18 GMT -5
Segment: So You Think You’re Safe? (Credit: Jack Fury)
The crowd have settled down a little from the last match as ‘This is Now’ hits the speakers completely to the crowd’s surprise, there is a anxious rumble as the music continues to play and the lights dim down, with and explosion of flames on the stage Jack Fury walks out onto the stage. The fans are booing as they are surprised by the sudden and an apparent public address, nowadays rare from the man with the gauntlets. Fury makes his way down to the ring with a purpose throwing the camera man away as he tries to get a close up on the ramp, Fury gets into the ring and demands a mic as the music is cut.
Fury: Well I can tell not a lot of you expected to see me out here now, not a lot of people do hear from me nowadays. To tell you the truth that has suited me fine, you see it is called the calm before the storm, that uncomfortable silence before the ambush, THE DELAY BEFORE I RAIN HELL UPON ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!
The crowd are stunned for a second but soon break into a ‘Who are ya?’ chant. Fury gets angry at first but soon begins to laugh.
Fury: …heh heh…yeah that’s right, who am I? What does Fury do anymore except a few back attacks on some helpless woman? Well apparently I don’t need to do much to catch you sheep off guard. And it has been easy to let Pain Inc. get into their own false sense of security, you see they think they don’t need to worry about me too much, that they can handle me when it is needed. I am nobody’s fool, I know how to trap and snare my enemy, hell I do it for a living now!
The crowd are now getting right into a booing session against Fury,who seems to think he knows all the angles and doesn’t need to put effort into his war with Pain Inc.
Fury: I think it might be about time to show my true power to the world, maybe I’m letting AK, Yoko and dear Alexandra off easy seeing as they are only women.
The crowd boo loudly at the condescending tone in Fury’s voice…
Fury: SHUT UP! Stop kidding yourself that you mean something in all this! This is between Pain Inc, Blade and myself…of coarse there is someone else in here who still has a score to settle but it seems Ridley didn’t wear the pants in Pain Inc. after all, he had to run away from it all. Let me tell you all now, I don’t care if Ridley returns or rots in his self imposed exile for ever… I have the power now, and I have no intention of giving it up to anyone!
Fury’s confidence makes the crowd uncomfortable, but they continue to give him heat. Fury just smiles and goes on with his address.
Fury: I must say, I like your little speech on Monday Rose. You and Alicia are a lot alike…perhaps you would like to have even more in common?
The crowd is confused, and Fury’s smile grows wider and more malicious.
Fury: Rose already knows what it is like to be parted from the man she loves… and after my match tonight, Alicia, you’ll know it too. And all of you parading around under the title of Pain Incorporated will all be the same once this all comes to its final destination. Now I know most of you will dismiss my warning as another trash talking rant, you’ll see, you’ll all see. Not one of you will doubt me by the end of this, I will finally write my name in greatness. But of course, actions speak louder than words so, Pain Inc, I hereby promise you the slaughter you so richly deserve. The nightmare is yet to begin!
With that Fury throws the mic down and lightning shoots down towards the four ring posts, creating a X across the canvas as it all flows into Fury and his gauntlets pulse with energy until everything is black with Fury disappearing as suddenly as he arrived.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:30:29 GMT -5
Segment: A “musical” interlude (Credit: Angelo)
The scene is of a hallway somewhere backstage. No – one is visible in the shot, but as the camera starts to proceed forward the sound of someone howling in pain can be heard, and it gets louder as the camera moves closer.
Person: PLEASE.......oww...STOP!
Another voice is heard, but bizarrely enough, the second person is singing loudly and cheerfully.
Second voice: Everybody was kung - fu fighting……
A strange, buzzing kind of tone fills in the harmony line, accompanied by more yells from the first person. The camera rounds the corner and the source of the noise is finally revealed.
Wolf: Angelo...please…<br> Angelo: Wolf, begging won’t help you....(Sings)They were moving as fast as lightning…….
The odd noise turns out to be Angelo, turning in a virtuoso performance on a kazoo. Next to him, Duke punches Wolf in time with the notes.
Wolf: Please!!!!! You know that Predator and I will repay you for this!
Angelo looks at Duke, smirks a little, and repeats the “dodododo do - do do” line with Duke punching Wolf once more.
Duke: This idea, Angelo, is genius.
Angelo: I know, what could get ya more pumped up for a match then this? (sings again) And in fact it was a little bit frightening…..
More punching.
Wolf: AHHH OOWW STOP!!!!!
Angelo: Oh, all right. Duke, pick him up.
Duke lifts him to his feet as Wolf holds his stomach in pain.
Angelo: You got 3 seconds to get out of my sight.
Wolf just stands there for a second confused as Angelo counts 1......2 then jolts back to consciousness and starts to move.
Angelo: Oops, 3 seconds.
Angelo trips Wolf as he runs and he slides about 5 feet. As he does this Duke picks up a trash can and places it on the ground standing up.
Angelo: Get up....come on, get up!
Wolf pulls himself up and tries running but gets nailed in the side of the head with a Knockout Shot by Duke. Wolf practically does a sideways flip into a pile of boxes.
Angelo: Come on Wolf, get up. Lets get it on. Why don’t you go get Predator and see what happens?
Angelo knocks over a box and the camera finds Wolf, stuck in a box. Duke picks him up and flips him up onto his shoulders, Angelo sees a nearby ladder and brings it over. He climbs up about 1/2 way. He turns around on the ladder and grabs Wolf's neck and brings him down a little. Duke drops him in a powerbomb while Angelo holds on into a crashing reverse DDT.
Duke helps Angelo up and he continues to hold him up and slowly walks away with him as Angelo keeps staring at Wolf, writhing in pain.
Duke: Come on Angelo, don’t want you wastin’ too much energy.
Angelo nods, and the Venom can be heard finishing the tune on his kazoo as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:31:49 GMT -5
Segment: Ever the Optimist (Credit: Davey Marvel)
The camera fades in from black. You see Davey Marvel and his lovely girlfriend Ash, waiting to be interviewed by Kevin Anderson. The crowd cheers in an astounding fashion it appears to be in response to him taking Bladeshadow to the limit just a week prior on Meltdown. It is just moments before Davey is about to go out to the ring to wrestle for the Entertainment Title. The vibe that Davey is giving off is a confident one. Kevin puts the microphone to his mouth and begins the pre-match interview with Davey...
Kevin: Davey it is just moments before you go out to ringside to your very first shot at ACW gold, how are you feeling right now?
Davey: I am feeling like I will be walking out of here the New ACW Entertainment Champion.
Kevin: You’re that confident huh?
Ash (cuts Davey off before he opens his mouth): I ask you this; What reason does he have to not be confident? It certainly is not his opponents, have you took a good look at them? I mean they are some of the least impressive physical specimen we have here in the ACW. The fact that these are the people Davey has to go up against is sad. At least when he wins he will be able to bring the Entertainment Title some much needed prestige and respect.
Kevin: It is obvious what you think of the competition Ash but I am curious as to what Davey thinks of them. So Davey give me your opinion of the rest of the participants in your match tonight?
Davey: Well to be completely honest, they all have earned their shot tonight. They are all well deserving of the match tonight and I hope they all bring their A games. I mean I don't wanna beat them that bad.
Kevin: What is your gameplan tonight in this unorthodox match?
Davey: Just win baby, Just win!
Kevin: Your confidence is abundant, but have you put any thought into what you are going to do if you lose your match tonight?
Davey: Lose the match? I don't get it… what do you mean by that? Lose the match?
Kevin: Never mind...Back to you guys at ringside.
Camera fades to ringside.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:37:29 GMT -5
Match 5: Bob v Angelo v Davey Marvel v 004 – ACW Entertainment Title (Credit: Wyvern)
The crowd waits for the next match, which looks to be a promising match. Phillip enters the ring and gets ready to announce the participants for the match.
Phillip: The following match is a fatal four way match scheduled for one fall, for the ACW Entertainment title! Introducing first, hailing from New York, New York, Angelo Giovanni!
”FBI’s music” hits as Angelo Giovanni emerges to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Although not coming to the ringside with his new partner in crime, The Duke, he makes he way to the ring with confidence, and moves into a corner, eagerly awaiting the challengers for this title match.
Phillip: Introducing next, hailing from San Diego, California, 004!
”Doll-Daga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety Zag” by Marilyn Manson comes over the PA as 004 heads down the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd after his attack on Bob on Warfare. He shows the crowd that he is riding on adrenaline going into this match, as he sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring. He salutes the crowd, and walks to his corner.
Phillip: Introducing the next participant in this match, hailing from Ann Arbor, Michigan, Davey Marvel!
Davey Marvel walks out to a mixture of cheers and jeers as “More Human than Human (NIN Remix)” by White Zombie hits. Without Oliver Black or Wyvern at his side, he seems determined to win the Entertainment title tonight, as he moves down the ramp with purpose, very concentrated on the match. He gets into the ring, and quietly takes his corner, awaiting the champion.
Phillip: And now introducing the ACW Entertainment Champion, Bob “The Swerve” Di’Las!
The crowd erupts as “Stomp it to my Beat” by Bad Boy Bill hits, as Bob emerges from the entranceway, brandishing his Entertainment title. He greets some of the ringside fans, adding to his charismatic image, as he confidently strides up the ring steps and enters the ring. He hands the belt to the ref, and gets into his corner, awaiting the bell.
The bell rings.
Everyone participating in the match gets right to work, with 004 going after Angelo, and Marvel going after Bob. Marvel connects with a clothesline, and 004’s running splash attempt on Angelo is blocked, and turned into a fall away slam. Angelo rises to Marvel kicking him in the midsection and delivering a well-executed DDT. Marvel tries for a quick cover, but Bob baseball slides into Marvel’s face, knocking him away from the pin attempt. 004 sees an opportunity, and hits a dropkick on Bob as soon as he rises. Marvel and Angelo get up, and they lock into a grapple with each other. Angelo wins the grapple, and puts Marvel in an arm lock. While Marvel struggles to get out of the arm lock, both Bob and 004 dropkick Angelo and Marvel, respectively, sending the two back down to the mat once again. Bob and 004 grapple at mid-ring now, and it becomes quite a reversal fest, with 004 reversing a leg sweep via a backflip, and Bob grabs ahold of 004’s leg after an attempt at a superkick, and spins him around, and tries to hit the Dance Breaker, but 004 pushes Bob away, netting a large pop from the crowd from the display the two have put on. During this time, Angelo and Marvel have slowly risen to their feet, and the two quickly go back to work on Bob and 004, with Marvel delivering a German suplex to Bob, while Angelo spears 004 to the ground. Marvel locks in a Texas Cloverleaf while Angelo locks in a single leg crab. Both Bob and 004 look to be in tremendous amounts of pain in the submission holds, and escape looks to be an impossibility, as both men are stuck in their submissions at mid-ring. During Marvel’s hold, he glances and sees Angelo applying more pressure to 004, and quickly releases the hold to break up Angelo’s submission, to avoid the chance of losing.
Bob and 004 struggle to get to their feet, as Angelo and Davey start a frenzy of blows against each other, and the brawl spills to the outside when Marvel clotheslines Angelo to the outside. Inside the ring, 004 gets up a few moments before Bob does, and kicks him in the midsection, and runs the ropes and attempts a running bulldog, but Bob ducks, and 004 can’t control his momentum, and he slides out of the ring through the upper and middle ropes, and lands right on top of the brawl that is occurring between Marvel and Angelo. Bob sees a great opportunity, and hits a cross body block onto the three men outside of the ring, to the roar of the crowd. All four men are very slow to get up afterwards, but Bob manages to get up first, and he picks up 004 and rolls him into the ring. As Marvel and Angelo get up, Angelo continues where they left off with the brawl, and delivers some chops to Marvel, followed up by a hard hitting ear slap. Marvel manages to kick him in the gut, and delivers a gutbuster to Angelo, hunching Angelo over. Marvel climbs through the ropes and into the ring, unaware of Bob, who counters an Phoenix DDT attempt by 004 and delivers a Dance Breaker. Marvel launches himself over the top rope and nails the Midnight onto the hunched over Angelo, as Bob goes for the cover in the ring. Marvel is taking his time outside the ring, temporarily deafened by the ear slap, unable to hear the count. 1,2,3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner via pinfall and STILL ACW Entertainment champion, Bob “The Swerve” Di’Las!
The crowd goes ballistic over the results, with a thunderous chant of “Bob”, as “The Swerve” celebrates in the ring. Marvel finally regains his hearing, and his optimistic demeanor goes right out the window, as he realizes what has happened. He slides into the ring, and confronts Bob, who laughs in his face. Marvel shoves Bob, initiating a shoving match that escalates into a full-out brawl. 004 and Angelo make their way to the back, disappointed by the results, but entertained at Marvel and Bob’s brawl. ACW officials make their way into the ring, and break up the fight between Bob and Marvel. Marvel continues to shout threats at Bob, while Bob remains calm and delivers witty comments that infuriate Marvel to the point where he breaks free of the officials’ grasps and continues the brawl. The ACW officials feverishly try to stop the fight as the camera cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:38:43 GMT -5
Segment: Challenge Accepted! (Credit: TNT)
The audience is really hyped up to find out what will happen next, since the show has been electrifying all night long.
Suddenly...."Lowrider” is heard throughout the arena and the crowd goes wild for their almost superhero, The Latino One, who has a match against Jack Fury later on tonight.....
Latino not only comes out, but he comes out in style, with an extremely LOW Lowrider, painted black and orange...of course, he'll probably come out with a different lowrider when facing Fury...
....Latino brings the Lowrider down to the ramp and has it jump up and down and dances with it, while still standing inside the car, with the International belt around his waist.....
....he stops it and gets out and plays to the crowd, as they cheer loudly for him....he gets in the ring and grabs a mic and waits as the crowd can barely calm down, for The Latino one can certainly talk.
Latino: Orale Holmes!!!! I'm not out here for anything but Business, and that business, is T-N-T!!!
Crowd Boos with hatred towards TNT.
Latino: Whoa, just hold on here, all I want to say, is I sent out a challenge to you vato, and that was you! versus me!!! Ragnorak! in a 60 minute no Dq Iron Man Match, and yet I haven't heard an answer from you. Whats up?! Did you pollo out ese?! huh? I thought TNT was big, and the big man, attacking people from behind, but I was right from the beginning, TNT, ain't nothing but a Pendejo!!
Right at that moment Away by Mercy Drive hits and Latino looks at the Titantron as, the bright blue Lights from the entrance, lights up his face, and Latino has his gameface on, and is ready to fight, he looks behind him to make sure TNT doesn't make a sneak attack
...but TNT comes out from the curtain in his formal attire, surprisingly, and taunts to the crowd...he makes his way down the aisle with a cocky look on his face, and stares at Latino's lowrider, and smirks as he puts his hand on it, playing mind games with Latino....but finally stops and gets into the ring, and grabs a mic...
TNT: Pendejo?! You dare call TNT a Pendejo?! I know, I know, you go on and challenge me to a match at Ragnarok, and of course, you shouldn’t even ask, you should damn know, I'ma take this match, and that Belt away from your grasp, and around my beautiful chiselled waist.....
Latino (laughs): Please.....you didn't do it before, and you certainly couldn't do it if you had 60 minutes...
TNT: Is that so? how bout, I just beat your ass and take it. I mean you're gonna pawn that thing anyway, when the time comes it needs to come into my time, you're nothin’ Latino, I mean sure....back then you were the man, but you don't have what it takes to be a successful International Champion, and you certainly don't have what it takes to be world champion! I mean c'mon, you've had your time, and at ragnarok, I'ma prove that MY time has just only begun.....
Latino: Oh is that so?
TNT: Yeah that’s so! so maybe you can just go hand me the title, like the little bitch that you are!!!
Latino: Yeah......or maybe I have a better idea...
latino slaps the hell outta TNT, and they both start brawling, and punches fly, but TNT gets the uppe rhand and superkicks Latino down, TNT jumps outta the ring for a chair, and gets in, he throws the chair at Latino, planning for the double legged vandaminator, but Latino ducks and Latino goes for the Triple Suplex...and at the second one, TNT reverses and does it himself, but on the second for TNT, Latino reverses and gets out of it, and gives TNT a German suplex, knocking him into position for the frog splash, and when Latino gets on the top rope TNT rolls out of the ring, in a hurry, not waiting for what was about to happen....and they yell some verbal abuse at each other as the screen fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:40:46 GMT -5
Segment: Biding their time (Credit: Torak)
The transition from shot to shot from one section of the arena to another is immediate; demonstrating the high production values prevalent within the ACW. This particular switch whisks the viewing eyes to a brightly lit corridor with solid white doors set in the lush white walls, concealing whatever mysteries lurking behind it. A shadow is cast on the wall, a shadow of a human figure which is currently out of shot, giving the anticipating fans a moment to speculate who, or what, the shadow belongs to. The camera slowly pans across, first revealing a black translucent body-suit which hugs a voluptuous figure tightly. Upon zooming out the figure is revealed to belong to Cordelia who smirks as she looks to her right. There also seems to be another figure next to her. More zooming out unveils it as ACW’s own Kevin Anderson, waiting patiently with a microphone, poised to enquire about Cordelia’s recent activities.
Kevin : Cordelia, whilst Torak has been away himself for the past few weeks there has also been a noticeable absence of yourself in the last week. We’re interested to know, what have you been up to during your absence from ACW.
Kevin diligently aims the mic at her luscious lips as she looks at him with a harried expression. However, she is the type of woman who believes what is on her mind must be broadcasted whenever possible. She quickly lubricates her soft lips with her tongue before responding.
Cordelia : Kevin, do you have a seriously short attention span or are you just so pre-occupied with your own life that you have no concern for other people’s agendas? On Warfare a week ago, if you can recall I invited my brother, Christopher, to spend some time with me while Jack is away, volunteering his services to aid with the Tsunami relief cause. Well, during our conversation, which I gladly allowed to be broadcasted live for everyone to see, my brother suggested that I start to learn how to wrestle. Not only to defend myself in a hostile environment, such as the ACW, but to achieve the satisfaction from involving myself in the greatest aspect of this business.
Cordelia pauses for a second, allowing time to collect her thoughts and for Kevin to take it all in, before continuing.
Cordelia : Now, you always strike me as a perceptive fellow, so surely you can put two and two together and arrive at the conclusion that I have spent the last week or so vigorously learning basic and advanced wrestling manoeuvres and ring psychology. With the assistance of my brother and an old friend of mine I have managed to hold my own in a ring against another fully trained female athlete.
Kevin : I see, so does this mean that not only will the fans be seeing Torak in action, but you, Cordelia as well?
Cordelia : Indeed it does, and I have extra motivation. I am sick and tired of these superficial gimmick matches booked for the divas. . .
Cordelia adopts a scornful look on her face as she utters the word. . .
Cordelia : . . . and it is my aim to assure that we women are taken seriously as competitors and not used purely to gratify horny acne-clad teenagers and sex starved perverts. I can assure you that under no circumstances will I compete in that ring in any kind of lingerie, bikini, swimsuit. . . or whatever perverted fantasy you can muster up. I have total respect for myself, and respect my body and the only person who is allowed to view it in its full glory is my Jack.
Kevin reverts the microphone back to his mouth and takes a moment to think of a way to continue the interview. He swallows hard and stutters out his next question.
Kevin : Whilst on the subject, could you give us any idea when Torak will return to the ACW?
Cordelia actually looks offended by this question, as if she is being demanded to answer. She snatches the microphone from Kevin and sneers at him.
Cordelia : Jack will return when he sees fit. He doesn’t feel the need to conform to your schedules, or fit into your plans. When he is ready to come back you will know, I guarantee he will make his presence felt in such a way that you’ll wish he had stayed away longer.
Cordelia promptly shoves the microphone into Kevin’s chest and he grasps it as she releases her grip. Cordelia storms off, leaving Kevin looking very perplexed and ever so slightly relieved that the interview is over.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:42:05 GMT -5
Match 6: Hunter & Cage v G-Unit – ACW Tag Team Title Match
The crowd is still trying to get its breath back after the previous title match, but they quickly respond as Philip starts to announce the second such match of the night.
Philip: This is a tag team match, set for one fall, and it is for the ACW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers….. from Saskatchewan, Moosejaw, and Toronto, Canada…….Gooeygarth, and the ACW Junior Champion, JonnyG!
The crowd cheers, but the music that begins to play is not what they were expecting. It’s an orchestral piece, somehow familiar – and gradually people recognise it as an arrangement of the main theme from Mortal Kombat. All becomes clear as Jonny and Gooey walk out into the arena – they’re wearing the Sub – Zero and Scorpion costumes that arrived in Gooey’s second package, and the high – quality of their dress does seem to give them a more powerful “aura” (obviously Gooey’s Mom knows where to shop for novelty costumes). It’s still the same G - Unit beneath, though, and they respond to the crowd’s pop with waving, climbing the turnbuckles once in the ring.
Then, “Thunderstruck” hits, and the crowd cheerfully give Hunter and Cage plenty of heat as they head to the ring.
Philip: And their opponents, they are the reigning ACW Tag Team Champions……Hunter and Cage!
Hunter can barely contain his amusement at G – Unit’s choice of attire, and Cage also smirks as they reach the apron and enter the ring. The referee reminds everyone of Ginger’s special stipulation and then holds up the tag belts; Jonny steps forward to start for the challengers, and Cage indicates to Hunter that he’s ready to take up the baton for their team. The referee sends the appropriate people to their corners, and the fans yell in support of G – Unit as Jonny faces down the much larger Cage.
Bell Rings.
Cage stares at the blue and black – clad Jonny; A freeze attack would be very useful to Jonny at this moment, but sadly such powers didn’t come with the suit. Instead, Jonny circles around Cage – he lures his opponent into a rash charge and steps aside to let Cage hurtle into the turnbuckle, except that Cage has other ideas and pulls up short, stopping the collision and spinning around to smash Jonny with an almighty punch. Jonny takes several steps backward, and Cage closes the gap, picking Jonny up and slamming him down to shake the whole ring. Cage drops and pins, but Jonny still has plenty of fighting spirit, and he kicks hard at the 2 count. Unperturbed, Cage lifts Jonny up again and repeats the move – but this time Jonny braces himself, and when Cage tries to drop and cover again Jonny rolls aside and then launches himself on to Cage’s back, locking in a sleeperhold while Cage is in range. Cage kneels, fighting the effects of the move; he slowly gets up, with Jonny holding on to him, and realising that time is critical he backs up hard into the nearest corner, crushing Jonny between himself and the post. The crowd shouts in dismay, but Cage has unwittingly made a big mistake – he has reversed into G - Unit’s corner, and Gooey tags himself in. As Cage walks forward and Jonny slumps down, Gooey climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps up for a missile Dropkick. Hunter yells a warning, but the effect is that Cage turns around and takes the attack right in the face; he falls backward, and Gooey hooks the leg for a pin, 1,2,th – kickout! Hunter’s heart starts beating again, and he shouts at Cage, demanding the tag. Gooey tries to restrain Cage, but Cage is more powerful and Gooey lets him go, to be better prepared for Hunter’s arrival.
Hunter steps through the ropes; he again makes fun of Gooey’s yellow and black ninja costume, which seems to make Gooey rather cross. They move in close and lock up; neither man wants to back down, and it’s several moments before Hunter succeeds in forcing Gooey back to the ropes. Hunter hits Gooey with a string of chops, followed by a textbook suplex; Gooey gets up quickly and immediately brings the fight back to Hunter, running forward and clashing with his opponent in the centre of the ring. They bounce off of one another and then charge again – this time Hunter shoulder – charges Gooey, knocking him to the floor, and he adds a leg drop before pinning. It’s good for a 2 count, but Hunter is just testing the water; he has no intention of losing this match and just wants it over as quickly as possible. He lifts Gooey, preparing for the sphere of death; the crowd cheers to try and get a response from Gooey, but it’s Jonny that makes the move, spearing the whirling pair down so that though Gooey still takes some impact, the pain is shared by Hunter. Cage is infuriated and has one leg through the ropes; seeing what’s about to happen, Jonny grabs Hunter by the arm as he tries to stand up and whips him into Cage. The impact doesn’t knock Cage down, as Jonny had hoped, and Cage enters the ring anyway; but the ref, seeing the pair collide, assumes that a tag has been made. Cage goes for Jonny and Hunter for Gooey; they deliver simultaneous powerbombs, but because of the “tag” the referee refuses to count Hunter’s pin. Hunter is furious, and Cage confused, but as Hunter argues with the referee Jonny and Gooey get up and see that Cage is not watching them. They move in carefully behind him, one on either side, and suddenly Cage is on the receiving end of a double slam. Jonny dives out of the ring so that the ref does not suspect foul play; Hunter, however, saw the attack, and Jonny yells at him from outside the ring. Hunter slides out, determined to stop Jonny interfering any more, and this leaves Cage and Gooey as the legal men on the inside. Cage has suffered a bad impact to his head and neck as a result of the slam, but he still fights against Gooey, and manages to knock him back a few steps. Gooey though is equally unwilling to give up, and he returns, kicks Cage in the gut, rushes to the ropes behind Cage and rebounds to roll over his back, hooking the arms……OPIUM KRUSH! The fans go nuts, and Gooey makes the pin, 1…….2………..3!
Philip: Here are your winners……and NEW ACW Tag Team Champions……G – Unit!
The foundations of the entire building shake as the crowd roar with surprise and delight at the result of the match. Hunter looks to be almost in shock as he sees “his” prized belts handed over, and Jonny has to pinch himself as the referee puts 2 belts into his hands. Cage slowly sits up from the effect of the final blow; he looks at Hunter, and the pair stare at one another…. until wordlessly, Hunter turns away from Cage and rolls out of the ring. Cage’s expression is one of confusion and distress – he follows Hunter, trying to catch up, but he doesn’t manage it before both of them have left the arena. Back in the ring, G – Unit enjoy their moment to the full – it’s taken them 3 gruelling title shots to finally get their hands on the gold, and the crowd’s cheering recognises their dedication and hard work. The cheering goes on as the pair eventually leave the ring, and it echoes down the corridors even as Jonny and Gooey are on their way back to their locker rooms to refresh and celebrate their victory in private.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:43:18 GMT -5
Match 9: Latino vs Jack Fury – ACW International Title Match (Credit: Rose)
No one is sure what the next match will bring; it is one of high significance for many people.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ACW International Championship. Introducing first from New York, New York, please welcome Victor "Latino" Laureano!
"Lowrider” hits and Latino comes out to a simply amazing reaction from the crowd. They begin chanting "Latino! Latino!" before he even makes it to the ring. The fan favorite in this match is evident. He slides in through the bottom rope and anxiously faces the rampway waiting for his opponent, when suddenly------Fury attacks Latino from behind and he clotheslines him with such ferocity and anger that he is nearly knocked unconscious by the opening blow. The crowd begins is so infuriated by Fury’s attack that they begin to jeer loudly and throw things into the ring. The Referee is appalled by this attack and he calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Latino gets to his feet and the Referee is examining him to make sure he was not injured by Fury’s sneak attack. Fury wastes no time and "accidentally" clotheslines them both over the top rope and follows them, all three fall on the outside. This move is eerily reminiscent of the move made famous by Cactus Jack. On the outside both men quickly get to their feet, while The referee remains unconscious. They exchange vicious blows and it is not long before Latino is Scottish Whipped into the steel steps. Fury does not release the arm and then he rams it into the adjacent ring post. Fury turns around and walks towards the timekeepers position and wastes no time in pushing Philip down to the ground and takes his chair. Fury folds the chair up and he hits Latino point blank range over the head splitting his head wide open. Latino falls to the mat with a sickening thud and blood flows freely from his head. A flying beverage from the crowd hits Fury in the head and then in a vicious rage he turns and smacks the nearest fan with a steel chair. A security guard jumps over the protective barrier and tries to confiscate the chair from Fury, but Fury bends the chair over his head. Latino, who is still bleeding very badly, attacks Fury from behind and successfully takes the chair away from him, but when he goes to hit him, Fury deftly dodges. Latino will not be stopped and quickly swings the chair horizontally, hitting Fury in his arm. Fury staggers to the side, but then he looks up at Latino and smiles. He battles back hitting with rights and lefts, each punch causes Latino to stagger backwards, but he rears back and then hits Jack over the head with all his might.
Jack falls to one knee and is visibly shaken by this violent attack; Fury quickly gets to his feet and knocks the chair out of Latino’s hand. The two brawl furiously and they do not pull any punches. Paramedics come out to help the injured fan and security guard, but Fury manages to take out two of them with punches and kicks before Latino can stop him. Fury laughs at the destruction, but Latino, realising now that the whole “match” is nothing more than a setup, strikes back with an eye rake and DDTs Fury on to the bent and battered chair. The crowd cheers, but Fury doesn’t share their enthusiasm – he rises, his face etched with malevolence, and the crowd screams as Bladeshadow comes raging from the back, almost as if summoned, and attacks Latino from behind. The referee, pulling himself up against the apron, sees the continuing chaos and formally confirms what everyone else has already gathered.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, and still ACW International Champion – Latino!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:45:01 GMT -5
Latino struggles to protect himself from the two – pronged assault; he tries to make for the backstage area, sliding into the ring for a shortcut, but Blade moves around the outside to cut off his escape. Still bleeding from his earlier head wound, Latino raises his fists; Fury just laughs again. He nods to Blade, who reaches behind him, and unsheathes his sword, making the crowd scream again. Latino won’t show fear to his opponents, but the tension evident in his muscles shows that he’s taking the threat 100% seriously. Blade makes a lunge forward and Latino jumps aside, but the blade makes a light contact with Latino’s arm, leaving a shallow cut. Latino’s eyes widen a little and takes a step backwards, but now Fury is behind him. Latino turns and glares at Fury.
Latino: You’re a total coward, you know that Fury? Always getting Blade to do your work for you.
Fury does not respond; he simply strikes out with his gauntleted right hand, and Latino just barely stays on his feet.
Fury: Don’t kid yourself, Latino…. I simply can’t be bothered to waste my energy on you. Blade here, however, enjoys crippling unfortunates such as yourself.
Latino clenches his fists again, but as Blade gets closer his situation is looking increasingly grim. Deciding he has only one option left, Latino actually smiles at Blade and beckons him forward. Blade raises an eyebrow, and then lunges; Latino ducks one way – and then suddenly rolls the other, fooling Fury as he tries to restrain him. Latino tumbles out of the ring – he’s still in a daze from the head shots, and lacks speed as he half runs, half staggers up the ramp. Blade is after him in seconds, and the crowd screams as Blade closes the gap –
- but the move everyone’s been trying to second guess finally occurs as AK bursts out from backstage, and charges right towards the pair of them. She throws her arms back as she runs, and then leaps forward; Latino catches her eye and ducks, and as AK brings her arms forward in an arc there’s a SSSCCHINK! sound. Blade has to backflip to avoid AK’s blade slash, and as Latino pulls himself up AK and Blade are facing one another, pointing their weapons at each other and at a standstill. Fury is approaching rapidly, and from his body language it’s clear that more talking is not on his agenda.
AK: Victor, get out of here, I’ll hold these two up.
Latino: Forget it, I’m staying with you.
AK: Look, trust me on this, ok? I promised I wouldn’t let my battles interfere with yours, and you have to defend that title at Ragnarok – there’s no way you can do that if these guys do any more damage. Ridley wasn’t able to actually harm me permanently, and these guys aren’t anywhere near his league.
AK smirks as she says this; Fury seethes, and flexes his gauntlets. AK holds out both arms, one pointing at both her foes, and reluctantly Latino starts to back off. Nobody moves as he disappears backstage, and Fury glowers. AK fixes him with a cool stare.
AK: Well, what are you two waiting for?
Fury and Blade continue to glare; everything holds still for a moment, and then Blade snaps – he comes back to life and moves with incredible speed, slashing out with his sword. AK swipes it aside with her own blades and jumps back; Fury hasn’t moved, and as the camera swings around everyone can see why.
Rose and Yoko are at the front of the stage, less than 10 feet away. They haven’t got involved – they haven’t needed to. For all his proclaimed strength, Fury is still at a disadvantage, numbers – wise, and isn’t about to start a fight he has no guarantee of winning.
Fury: Blade….. cease. We do not need to waste our energy here.
He looks at all the women, and starts to smile.
Fury: Thankyou, ladies…. I now have all the information I need. Next time we meet…. you will beg Blade and I for the release of death.
Blade palms something from his clothes, and as he throws it down there’s a burst of light and smoke. When it clears, both he and Fury have disappeared once more.
AK turns and walks back to the other two women; they do not speak, but silently leave the arena. Their combined strength has won the day…. but they all know that this situation will change, by some means or other, and that a new strategy will be needed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:51:03 GMT -5
Match 9: The Macho Man RDK vs BK London – ACW Word Title Tournament Final
After a night of riveting action, the fans have exhausted themselves with cheering; but they rally and find new energy so that the atmosphere is incredibly charged as Philip comes to introduce the most important Meltdown Main Event for many months.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is finally here…. This is the final and deciding match in the ACW World Title Tournament, and the winner will be crowned ACW World Champion! So are you people ready?!
The fans scream their response, and Philip grins.
Philip: All Right! Then… Introducing first, the winner of the first Semi Final Match, from Brooklyn, New York…. “The Prodigy” BK London!
”Breathe” hits, and the fans explode with enthusiasm as BK enters, fully kitted up and already flushed from being hyped up for this match. He slaps hands with a few fans, but his mind is already in that ring, and it doesn’t take long for his body to join it there.
Then, “Macho Man” booms into the arena, and an equally loud ovation is given to RDK upon his appearance at the stage.
Philip: And the second challenger, advancing from the second Semi Final Match, from Yellowknife, Canada……the Macho Man RDK!
RDK takes off his shades to stare directly at BK; the fans pop again, and he raises his arms to them, stopping to point out an “OoOoOoOoh YEAH!” sign being held up by a group of around 12 people in a line. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckles, pumping up the crowd as much as he can. The noise is phenomenal, but in the ring the ref is satisfied that all is well, and the fans surge again as the match gets underway.
Bell Rings.
BK and RDK circle slowly; there’s too much between them now for either to risk a headlong charge into battle, and they trade verbal shots for a few moments, edging closer, before they finally meet and lock up. Even this most basic of grapples is charged with meaning and intensity, and both men seem riveted in place, their huge efforts cancelling each other out, until finally they break off and take a couple of steps backward. BK breaks first; he runs to the ropes and builds up speed, evidently deciding to go for an all – out attack, and RDK prepares to meet it. The timing is critical, and RDK holds out his arms as if for a lift and toss move, but as BK readies to counter that RDK swings out a foot and BK runs on to it. The impact winds him, and RDK grabs BK for a DDT, staying down for a cover – BK kicks out at 1, which does not surprise RDK in the slightest. Both men find their feet quickly, and now they move around the ring, trading crushing punches and chipping away, little by little. Both know that no one “super move” will win this match, and so they adopt a more cumulative strategy. For at least 10 minutes the pair exchange suplexes, DDTs and slams in a variety of flavours but all with one goal – slowly sapping their opponent’s strength. Everyone realises that the match is shifting up a gear, however, when RDK produces his Macho Slam – even more so when BK kicks from it at 2. BK immediately goes for the Revolver, and he also only gets a 2 count from his finisher. It’s going to take something special to win this match, and the search for that something begins as the match enters a new phase.
BK decides that he needs to apply his strength in a more intelligent manner. He starts to target RDK’s right knee and calf, tripping RDK to the mat and stomping on the joints and muscle as hard as he can. RDK recovers to his feet and a few more bows are swapped, but BK brings RDK down again and repeats the technique. This time when RDK gets up, he winces a little putting pressure on the leg, and BK sees his chance has arrived. He tackles RDK back to the mat, and after a few moments of struggle he emerges from the tangle of limbs, placing RDK into a single leg crab with the pressure all concentrated on the weakened limb. The hold serves a dual purpose – not only does it build up lactic acid in RDK’s leg, but it allows the same acid to be broken down in BK’s body, helping him to recover from the match thus far. RDK knows that he is in trouble, and stuck in the centre of the ring he’s a long way from being able to break the hold. But his fans are still with him, and their encouragement lifts RDK to a new mental level. With a yell of determination, the Macho Man breaks out, and the fans go mental as he stands back up, looks all around him, and starts to “Macho up” in a major fashion. BK comes forward to meet him again, but now it’s RDK who is on a roll; he seemingly can’t miss with his shots, and BK starts to stagger as dizziness overcomes him. RDK whips BK to the corner, and the dazed Brooklyner has enough ring sense to try and divert himself. He does so, and runs into the ropes…. But in doing this he somehow collides with the referee, sending him out over the top rope to land head first on the outside. RDK runs forward, grabs BK, and signals for the Rockbottom. The crowd goes insane as RDK nails it at 110% power, BK is well out of it – but so’s the referee, and there’s no one to count the pin - or is there?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 13, 2005 17:52:10 GMT -5
From the back hurries Chairman Gingerdude; he throws aside his jacket and slides in, directly into a count. 1,2, - BK just kicks in time, thrilling his fans but disappointing RDK’s. With the ref in no state to continue, Ginger stays in the ring as BK and RDK lock up once more. Both men are rapidly tiring now, and a critical hit might swing things either way…… and BK gets it with a second revolver. He drops and pins, and Ginger counts – but again, RDK manages to kick out in the nick of time. With RDK still on the mat, BK jumps up – he shouts angrily at Ginger, accusing him of counting slowly. Ginger strenuously denies this, but the pressure of the match seems to be getting at BK – he slides out of the ring and grabs a folded chair, and Ginger yells at him as BK waves it first at RDK, then at Ginger himself. With the chairman threatening to disqualify BK on the spot, BK finally sees reason and drops the chair in the corner; he returns to RDK, who is just about up on his feet again, and tries for a third revolver – but RDK adds his own momentum to the swing, turns BK over in the air, and makes him take the impact instead. RDK pins, 1…2…thr – no! BK’s shoulder is up, and RDK shakes his head in disbelief. He pulls BK up again and prepares for another Rockbottom, but BK resists, pushes him away and suddenly – diamond cutter! BK drops and rolls RDK up, 1……2…… kickout again! BK screams a torrent of swearwords at Ginger, and has the chair in his hand before anyone realises what’s happening. Ginger grabs on to the chair to protect himself; they struggle,, but BK has greater strength and the crowd screams as he raises the chair, ready to smash it over Ginger’s head. Behind him, RDK is trying to get up and help Ginger; Ginger glares defiantly at BK, who smiles…….
….And then, incredibly, Ginger smiles back. RDK doesn’t stand any chance of evading the chair shot as BK turns around; the crowd yells in amazement as RDK drops to the floor. BK throws the chair aside and runs to the turnbuckle; with the crowd still not quite able to believe it his climbs up, and smirks with huge cockiness before delivering the Brooklyn to London (Cannonball SSP.) BK remains in place for the formality of the pin, and the timekeeper has no choice but to obey Ginger’s order to ring the bell for the end of the match.
Philip: Here is your winner……and NEW ACW World Champion……BK LONDON!
The sound is quite unlike anything ever heard in the arena before….the sound of thousands of fans’ hearts being broken at their hero’s apparent treachery. They boo BK, their disapproval mixed with sadness, but as the camera shifts to show a smirking Gingerdude, the sound gets more angry, the fans recognising the person who orchestrated the piece. Ginger presents the belt to BK, who holds it up; the fans watch to see is reaction as the booing continues, but it doesn’t seem to bother BK in the slightest, and as they realise this the fans’ sadness turns to rage. BK just laughs and puts the belt around his waist, and then seeing Philip close by he snatches his microphone from him.
BK: Oh, you people disapprove? Well screw you! If you want to boo, I’ll give you something to boo!
BK throws down the mic; RDK is just about finding his feet, but BK grabs him and throws him into the corner so that he strikes back – first and slumps down. BK slides out of the ring and grabs something from underneath it – there’s a gleam of metal, and as the camera gets closer, the item is revealed as a pair of handcuffs. BK pulls RDK’s hands behind him and cuffs him so that he’s restrained by the ring post, and Ginger has already picked up the steel chair as BK re – enters….
BK takes the chair, and smirks at the crowd; the camera shows the first head – splitting shot, but as BK’s fury mounts up it has to cut away. The look of utter shock on the faces of the crowd tells the story, and blow after blow is heard – but then the crowd roars, and the rest of the Nation comes rushing out from the back. Ginger, however, is ready for them, with BK’s discarded mic in hand.
Ginger: I suggest that if any of you want to hold on to your jobs, you stay well back from this ring.
BK laughs and lays down 2 or 3 shots in plain sight of Bob, Amo, and Kross, though by now RDK is totally senseless. BK finally throws the chair aside, and everyone watching is sickened by the bloody form of the Macho Man, unable to defend himself from the assault. BK steps out of the ring, and Ginger follows; they pass by the Nation on the ramp, and it’s clear that all of them, even the normally placid Kross, are struggling to contain their anger. BK rubs it in one final time, posing on the ramp as an equally cocky Kiley joins him.
The Nation hurry to RDK’s side as the EMTs are at last able to reach the ring; the final show of the show captures both their anguish, and BK and Ginger’s triumph as they watch from the stage.
ACW has a new champion…. But his manner of victory has cast a dark shadow over the entire federation.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by scrawn on Jan 13, 2005 17:55:25 GMT -5
Gingerdude is evil
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Post by torak on Jan 13, 2005 17:56:31 GMT -5
Good ending. Congrats to BK and also big congrats to The Rookie Monster.
Torak will return soon!
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Jan 13, 2005 17:58:08 GMT -5
> : (
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 13, 2005 18:00:57 GMT -5
Awsome show and its even more awsome that i am a double champion. Again, good show.
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