|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:03:10 GMT -5
Match 5: Latino vs Surion (Credit: Wyvern)
As tonight's show progresses, it appears that the fans are chomping at the bit more and more, as the action picks up. The next match looks to be a promising match, as documented by multiple signs in the audience, with signs like "Surion > Latino" and "Hispanics make better lovers". The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Phillip enters the ring, the same way as always, to announce the contestants for the next match.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Kelso, Washington, Surion!
The crowd cheers as "Fuel" hits, and the man known as Surion emerges from the entrance. He appears ready to take on the Latino one, as he makes his way to the ring. He finds the time on the way to the ring, to slap hands with some of the luckier ACW fans who buy their tickets early, as he makes his way to ringside. He steps into the ring, and salutes the crowd, resulting in a cheer.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from New York, New York, Victor "Latino" Laureano!
"Lowrider" hits to a standing ovation from nearly everyone in the audience as Latino emerges, the only people who don't stand are seen wearing Corporate Alliance-related merchandise. Those who do not like Latino attempt to voice their opinions, but their comments fall on deaf ears thanks to the decibel level of the supportive crowd. Latino steps into the ring, and acknowledges his fans. After a few moments of cheering, he turns back to await the bell.
The bell rings.
Latino and Surion analyze each other as the match begins, scrutinizing each other's movements, and looking for any signs of weakness. Surion gives the first sign of weakness, as he stumbles a little bit as he circles around the ring. Latino takes this to his advantage, and locks up with Surion. He forces Surion into a suplex, and sends him crashing down to the mat. Latino awaits Surion to get back up, and sends him back down with a running clothesline. Latino moves over to Surion, and attempts to pick him up, but Surion flips Latino over his back. Surion locks Latino in a chinlock, hoping to keep Latino down for a little bit. Latino manages to slip out of the hold, and slides behind Surion, and tries to go for the Switchblade Cut, but Surion is aware of what's going on, as he back pedals, leaving Latino to crash down to the mat alone. Latino steps right back up to his feet, but Surion is already there, with a kick to the midsection of Latino. He pulls Latino in, and hits a piledriver. Surion rolls Latino over, and attempts to get a cover. 1....2...kick out by Latino. Surion picks up Latino, and hits a quick snap suplex on Latino. Surion moves over to Latino, and applies an ankle lock on Latino. Latino appears to be struggling with the hold, and Surion applies more pressure upon seeing Latino's reaction. Surion drops to his knees to add more pressure to the hold, which Latino sees a golden opportunity to kick Surion away. As Surion stumbles, Latino rushes him and hits a cross-body block, which sends both of them over the rope, as Surion stumbled towards the rope prior to the maneuver. Latino is the first to get up, and he steps inside the ring. Surion struggles to get up to his feet, only to be rewarded from Latino with a suicide dive, to a large pop from the crowd.
Both Surion and Latino lie outside the ring exhausted, and the ref begins a countout, which to the fans seems like an eternity, but to Latino and Surion, it feels like seconds. Latino slides in at the five count, while Surion gets in by the eight count. Latino moves over to Surion, and he throws a hard right, which Surion blocks, and he grabs Latino, and pulls him into a DDT. Surion picks Latino up, and whips him into the ropes, and hits a back body drop as Latino returns, launching Latino high into the air. Surion goes for a cover. 1....2....a last instant kick out by Latino, as Surion stares on in disbelief. Latino staggers up the same way he does when he awakes from passing out from a heavy night of drinking, and he starts going to town on Surion, landing a flurry of blows and chops to Surion, backing him into a corner. He whips Surion to the opposite turnbuckle, and charges Surion, but Surion slides out of the way, and slides Latino in a backslide pin. 1....2...another kick out by Latino! Surion picks up Latino, and whips him into the ropes. Surion goes for a standing clothesline, but Latino ducks, and hits him in the midsection as he runs by. Latino bounces off the ropes, and hits a running Switchblade Cut on the hunched over Surion! It's not over yet though, as Latino scales the top rope, and the fans are going nuts. He is taking his time, and he leaps off the turnbuckle, and nails the Last Night's Hangover onto Surion! The crowd erupts in applause as Latino covers for the pin. 1...2...3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner via pinfall, Latino!
The crowd cheers loudly for Latino, who seems to have had a good time in the ring tonight, given his problems with the Corporate Alliance as of late. The ref raises his arm in victory, and as he celebrates, he notices a dejected Surion exiting the ring. Not one to leave a good person hanging, Latino stops Surion from exiting, and he raises Surion's arm in a congratulatory manner, to the delight of the crowd. It appears this matchup didn't have the good guy/bad guy in-ring chemistry, but nevertheless a quality match by two quality competitors. The camera fades with Latino and Surion walking up the ramp together.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:04:14 GMT -5
Segment: I Haven't Forgotten.... (Credit: BK London)
Backstage, Gary is seen working out in the gym of the ACW Arena getting prepared for his match against Felix Santana Jr. on Fallout this Saturday. He begins lifting weights and he then he moves over to running on the treadmill. Suddenly Carma enters the Gym, still looking fabulous after her Diva match.
Carma: Hey Gary. How are you?
Gary presses a button halting the movement of the Treadmill.
Gary: Hi Carma, I'm fine. I am training for my match against Felix on Saturday.
Carma: Oh yeah, he's one tough cook--- AHHHH!
Carma runs out of the gym and from behind BK London nails Gary with a 25 pound steel dumbell to the back of his head. Gary falls to the ground and holds the back of his head in pain and BK picks him up and rams him into the wall repeatedly. Gary falls to the ground and is already bleeding from the front and back of his head.
BK: You like trying to make a name off me eh Gary !!!
BK quickly makes his way to the other side of the room and he picks up a steel chair and folds it.
BK: Well I have not forgotten. and you will pay for what you cost me!
Gary begins to get up by the wall and BK smashes Gary's head with the chair and into the wall leaving a dent. Gary slowly slides down the wall leaving a trail of blood.
BK: Oh Gary, see your gonna go for a little ride. You like throwing me out the ring huh, HUH !!
Gary can barely respond before London tosses him through the gym window leaving him lying down in the hallway in a pile of shattered glass. BK looks at Gary from inside the gym's broken window and leaves. Carma runs up by Gary and she attends to him as she calls for help.
Fade out.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:04:55 GMT -5
Segment: A “Love Match” (Credit: Yoko)
Bob staggers all the way to Ginger's office after receiving his chair shot, and knocks on his door. He enters after Ginger tells him to. Ginger is on the phone, and motions for Bob to sit down and be quiet.
Ginger: Yes. Yes sir. It's all in order like you wanted. I'm glad you've come to this decision. Yes, I'll keep it in mind. Yes. Thanks again, goodbye.
He hangs up the phone.
Bob: Seemed like an important call.
Ginger: Just a business associate. One of a few guys I respect in this world. ...I don't know why I told you that, what did you want?
Bob: I had a...Conflict, with Surion. I would like a match on Warfare.
Ginger: Doesn't sound like it could do any harm. I'll get the paperwork together right now.
Bob: I'd like a stipulation.
Ginger: Oh? Something...Hardcore, right? Why does it all have to be so hardcore these days?
Bob: Actually, no. We're kind of fighting over Yoko. I'd like it to be a match where the loser can't try to woo her over anymore.
Ginger: ...What is woo?
Bob: Uhh. The loser can't try to get her to date him anymore.
Ginger: I see. I'm in a good mood at this moment, so you can have your match. I just don't know why you would be FIGHTING over YOKO. She's kind of crazy nowadays. That bunny of hers gives me the creeps.
Bob: Did you know it has a crush on Drew Barrymore?
Ginger looks at Bob for a second, then points at the door.
Ginger: Out.
Bob complies, realizing he needs to get to his match anyway, and the scene fades to black.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:10:01 GMT -5
Segment: Chairman Who? (Credit: Amo)
The scene opens on a man, seemingly one of the security staff, running down a hallway backstage at the arena. As he is about to open the double doors at the end, they fly open and knock him backwards onto the floor. As he quickly picks himself up, he realizes that it was Amo who had nonchalantly booted the doors open.
Amo: You work for Ginger?
The man nods, then opens his mouth to repeat the orders he was given.
Security: Mr. Chairman said to inform you that he is waiting in his office, and that-
Amo (Picking up the security guy by the collar) : Listen buddy, I don't care if the fucking Pope wanted to talk to me on his deathbed right now, the only thing I care about is going out there, wrestling my match, and getting the fuck out of here. The only reason I am even here is that I need to get paid, and not working means not getting paid. You tell that worthless piece of shit Chairman of yours that whatever he is planning, he can shove it up his ass. I may not be in much agreement with RDK and the Nation right now, but I will never stoop to being Ginger's pawn in some fucked-up mind game of his.
Amo places the security guard back down on his feet and glares at him. The man runs off down the hall toward Ginger's office as Amo is seen making his way to the entrance ramp while the screen fades out.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:10:52 GMT -5
Match 6: RDK vs Bob vs. Amo - #1 Contender for ACW World Title
Philip is ready and waiting in the ring for his cue; seeing the end of the last segment on the Titantron, he moves smoothly into the introductions for the controversial match.
Philip: This next match is set for one fall, and it is to determine the #1 contender for the ACW World Championship! Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles California………Amo the Great!
”The Magnificent Seven” hits, and Amo arrives right on time, walking out into the light of the arena. He does not stop for any of his usual posing or showing off; instead, he heads straight to the ring, heeding neither those cheering his name or those giving him a hard time. Upon entering the ring he stretches a little – his manner is cool, neither friendly nor hostile to anyone around him.
Next, “Stomp it to my Beat” hits, and Bob gets an altogether warmer reception.
Philip: The second contender, also from Los Angeles California……..Bob Di’Las!
Bob kicks out a few dance steps on the stage before heading to ringside. When he gets close to the ring, he stops, unsure how Amo will react to him. Amo does not ignore Bob; he gives a simple nod, acknowledging him, but there’s none of the camaraderie we’ve seen so often before. Realising that this is as good as it’s going to get, Bob rolls into the ring and takes up a position a little way away.
Finally, “Macho Man” hits, and the fans respond in rapture to the arrival of one of their biggest heroes.
Philip: And the third contender, from Yellowknife Canada…….the Macho Man, RDK!
RDK looks his normal cheerful self as he wanders back and forth in a sort of zig zag pattern toward the ring, greeting fans and pausing to admire a sign or two. When he finally makes it to the ring, he greets Bob in the normal way, and Amo gives him the same nod that Bob received.
Now that all three men are in the ring, the referee’s keen to get things underway, and he gestures to the timekeeper for the bell.
Bell rings.
There’s a pause before the action begins, but it’s only brief; all three men want to win, and Amo makes the first move by throwing a punch at Bob. Bob ducks it but then gets a knee to the face which topples him over backwards; Amo spins around, correctly anticipating an attack from RDK, and the pair exchange earth – shaking blows until RDK changes his plan and boots Amo hard in the gut. Amo doubles over, and Bob takes advantage of this to use Amo as a step – up platform, delivering a sort of missile dropkick to RDK. The Macho man falls, and Bob dives on top of his for a cover – he gets a 2 count, but this is broken as Amo grabs Bob, lifts him up and delivers a Military press straight down on RDK before he can get up. Amo pins both his rivals, in a stack, and the count is halted well before 2 as both RDK and Bob kick hard. The dogpile disintegrates, and RDK moves into full attack mode – he whips Bob into the corner and then sends Amo after him; Bob has to jump up on to the turnbuckle to avoid being flattened. Amo slams into the turnbuckle, and Bob drops on to Amo’s shoulders; he hammers away at Amo’s head as Amo backs out of the corner. RDK coolly clips Amo in the back of the knee – being top heavy, Amo overbalances and both he and Bob come down hard. Bob lands so that he’s in fact pinning Amo’s shoulders, and RDK has to act quickly to drag Bob away. He DDTs Bob and then returns his attention to Amo, trying to prevent him from getting up with some stomps on the mat; but Amo’s having none of this, and he gets up before suplexing RDK, his own height adding to the impact of the move. RDK responds in kind – he rolls to his feet and then produces a Fisherman’s suplex, making a cover and earning a 2 count.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:12:06 GMT -5
Bob’s still down on the mat; RDK’s a touch suspicious, and his suspicions are confirmed as when he approaches for a closer look, Bob springs to life and uses his B – Boy sweep to bring RDK down to ground level. A bit of struggle on the mat ensues, and Bob gets RDK into a Ankle lock; this doesn’t last long, however, as Amo has quietly headed over to the corner, and both RDK and Bob have to bail out to avoid being utterly crushed by a top rope leg drop from Amo. As Amo recovers and starts to get up, both RDK and Bob rush in to try and take advantage; they both deliver punches and kicks, but Amo drives them back with his own piston – punching action. Not prepared to be brow – beaten, Bob rushes forward and goes for a baseball slide; but Amo shifts his feet, and as Bob slides beneath him Amo drops to his knees, landing right on Bob’s chest. Bob gasps as the air is pushed out of him; Amo presses down and pins Bob’s shoulders, his weight too much for Bob to move this time. The referee counts, 1….2… - but Amo is so intent watching the count tha he doesn’t see RDK rushing in. Using a move no one’s seen from him before, RDK nails Amo with a Shining Wizard while his head is in range. Amo collapses, thus breaking the pin; RDK makes a cover of his own, only for Bob to break it at the last second. Bob stands back as RDK gets up; he yells “The Party is Over!” but this gives him away to RDK. In a flash the Macho man is next to Bob, and he lifts him and delivers a Macho Slam. The ring shakes a little, and RDK instinctively reaches behind him, catching a charging Amo’s arm and whipping him to the ropes. Amo flies back, and RDK uses the extra momentum to lift his mighty opponent for the Jabroni Buster. RDK stays down for the pin, and this time neither Bob nor Amo can respond in time to stop him getting the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner……..the Macho Man RDK!
The fans are ecstatic; RDK stands up, raising his hands in victory. Bob has recovered too, and though he looks disappointed he shakes RDK’s hand. As Amo rises, RDK holds out his hand to him too; Amo, however, just looks at it. RDK’s music dies away, and the fans are confused; Amo’s expression is hard to read.
Voice: Amo! Bob! Are you going to let RDK walk over you AGAIN?
Everyone turns, to see BK London on the way down the ramp with a mic. He halts close to the ring.
BK: I don’t believe you two. RDK doesn’t give a damn about either of you – so why don’t you show him how you really feel? If you ever want a chance at this fine title belt of mine, you have to start looking after #1. So what are you going to do?
RDK looks at Amo and Bob, who are both looking at him. He’s about to say something – but is cut off as Amo grabs him around the neck, paces over to the edge of the ring, and chokeslams RDK to the outside. The fans are horrified; Bob slides out of the ring and proceeds to kick RDK as Amo follows him. RDK rolls and finds his feet, and squares off nose to nose with Amo, while Bob stands a little way back behind his tag partner. BK’s mic picks up the next few words.
RDK: I’ve had all I can take of this, bruda.
Amo: So have I, RDK, so have I. So let’s finish this……..
The crowd’s booing almost drowns out BK’s mirthful laughter. The smirking World Champ, however, loses the smile as he sees RDK and Amo look at one another, then at him….and produce smiles of their own.
BK is hit with simultaneous punches from Amo and RDK; he staggers back, and then Amo drops to a knee so that Bob can use him to launch into a flying crossbody. BK is sent crashing to the ground, and as he sits up he discovers that the Nation is closing ranks against him. RDK retrieves his dropped microphone.
RDK: So the Chairman thought we’d fall apart over some title shot, did he? Well you can go back there and tell him that this isn’t just some passing fad; the Nation’s here to stay. We may disagree from time to time, but that doesn’t mean we don’t support one another or care what’s going on. So you’d better be ready, BK – I’m going to strip your jabroni ass of that title at Bloody Valentine, and if anyone tries to screw me, or ANY of the other members of the Nation, over again they’ll have to answer to all of us. Now scram, before we decide to teach you a REAL lesson! OOOOOOOH YEAH!
The crowd is over the moon; they shout out their support for the NoA and jeer BK as he backs off, unwilling to compromise himself before his own title match. RDK once again offers his hand to Amo, and this time he takes it; the three men congratulate one another on a great match before heading to the back, their objective for the evening achieved.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:15:17 GMT -5
Segment: Latino’s challenge (Credit: Torak)
The fans need a few minutes to recover from the high drama of the #1 contender’s match, but it seems that someone else has different ideas. Out of the blue, “Lowrider” hits for the second time this evening, and Latino strides out, heading for the ring with a mic in his hand and fire in his eyes. He does not stop to greet any of the crowd, but instead slides directly into the ring. The crowd doesn’t have to wait long to discover what he wants.
Latino: Orale! I don’t like to make big speeches, so I’ll get right to the point of why I’m out here. I just had a great match, and now I’m in the mood to take care of some other business. So……Torak, I’m not going to wait for Ginger to decide it’s time for us to meet, I know you’re not a crawling ass – kisser to him like some other people here. I’m challenging you to come out here, right now, and we can settle this grudge you have against me. I’m waiting, ese!
All the heads in the arena turn toward the entrance, their eyes fixed on the curtain, patient in expectation. For a few moments. . . nothing. The tolerance levels of the spectators begins to decrease and before long small group of fans instigate a “Torak sucks” chant, in hope that it will coax him out. All of a sudden the lights dim and the electrical jolts blurt out of the speakers and Powerman 5000s’ “Nobody’s Real” begins to blare across the arena. The crowd leap to their feet in cheers, not for the immanent arrival of the green behemoth but for the potential slug-fest that they could be about to witness. However, a disapointed sigh echoes around the arena as one figure appears on the stage. The dainty, slim figure of the captious Cordelia arrives on the scene to an almighty chorus of boos, with a mic in her hand and a smirk on her face. She waits for the crowd response to die down before attempting to address them and the man in the ring. If it was up to her the crowd would have to observe silence whenever she wishes to speak. As it is though she is instead greeted with a “slut” chant. She sports an unimpressed look on her face then shrugs off their jibe.
Cordelia: Oh Latino! Look at you now. The sterotypical tempestuous drunken hispanic. You really should be ashamed of yourself showing your face in a public place whilst intoxicated, you really should learn how to conduct yourself.
Latino glares, since he’s clearly perfectly sober tonight, before hollering something in his primary language. She laughs at him.
Cordelia: Oh but I understand you see. I understand why you would need to drink, why you require some dutch courage when your intentions are to challenge someone of a stature such as Torak’s.
Latino is now more than a little peeved; he watches on as Cordelia continues to run her mouth.
Cordelia: But I must ask you, don’t you ever reach that point where you realize you’ve had too much? When you realize that enough is enough for one session and it’s time to stop and sober up. I mean, look at you! You are showing all the typical signs of somebody well under the influence. You seem to have a false sense of confidence. You are slurring your words and generally speaking in an incoherent inarticulate manner. Your logical process is incapable of acknowledging rational thought. And above all you seem to be slightly confused. You seem to be questioning the chairman’s motives for targeting you and can’t seem to understand why or how. Now, if you exercised sobriety more often you would have seen it all coming. But you, along with all these changelings here tonight just couldn’t put two and two together.
The cheap heat draw pays off and the crowd respond to the insult with a plethora of boos. Latino points at Cordelia and laughs but she expected it from the fans and so ignores it. They eventually calm down, allowing Cordelia to continue.
Cordelia: Think back, I know it’s difficult for you to think at all, but just cast your mind back to November when Torak here made his debut in the ACW. After purposely getting himself disqualified against RDK he was summoned to the office of the chairman. Here the chairman proceeded to demean Toraks’ ability, claiming to believe that Torak was not capable of making anything of himself here in the ACW! To think that somebody could actually believe that is inconceivable. The truth turned out to be the chairman’s intentions was to encourage Torak to refute his claims. . . prove the impact that Torak was really capable of achieving, and of course, he did. The following week you witnessed Torak take apart half of the ACWs’ respectable roster and you thought that it was merely a coincidence. However it was a clever ploy by the chairman, knowing full well that Torak would in turn cause the match to come to an end thus creating the 6 person title match. . . inevitably getting the ratings. Pure genius!
Cordelia stops and allows a response from the crowd and they present her with more boos as Latino is now losing patience in the ring.
Cordelia: Whilst on the subject of ratings it was apparent to all that Latino as International Champion was disastrously bad for ratings. . .
Cordelia is cut off by the fans who react instantly with boos. Latino holds his arms up and nods his approval. A chant breaks out and spreads through the entire arena, with everyone present now chanting “Latino rules! Latino rules!”. Cordelia is for once in this segment aggravated as she scrunches up her lips and taps the mic impatiently against her leg. Latino mounts the turnbuckle in an attempt to raise the volume, stirring Cordelia’s blood even more. In the end she decides to shout over the boisterous fans.
Cordelia: But his reign of terrible ratings was ended at Ragnarok when Torak altered the ratings, taking out Latino and costing him the title!
The boos are resurrected by this reminder and once again Cordelia is in control of the crowd. Latino’s attention returns to her.
Cordelia: And now here we are, with you Latino, now with no title around your waist, no dignity, clutching at straws in attempt to redeem yourself whilst drinking yourself into a hole, drowning in a pool of your own self pity.
[]iCordelia pauses for a second, smirking wickedly as if setting up for something.[/i]
Cordelia: I guess any merciful soul would just let you be and look on sympathetically and silently root for you.. .
Cordelia looks up at Latino and adopts a very evil expression as Latino looks on in bemusement.
Cordelia: But I guess we’re not that merciful. . .
Latino looks on in confusion before he is struck from behind with a powerful clothesline to the back of the neck. Latino hits the canvas holding his neck in pain as Torak continues to lay the boots into him. Cordelia quickly makes her way down the ramp and enters the ring. She laughs and shouts orders to her fiancé. Torak pulls Latino up and underhooks his arms and places his head in Latinos’ chest. He lifts Latino up and drops back, landing Latino on the back of his head, a move commonly known as Mu-ken. Cordelia applauds as Torak pushes himself to his feet and glares down at the prone Latino. Cordelia stands over Latino and talks trash as Torak looks on. The crowd suddenly come alive in an almighty pop. Their reason…Atomic Kitsune is sprinting full pelt at the ring, and she isn’t interested in giving Cordelia a verbal hiding. She slides in and grabs Cordelia by the hair from behind, taking her by complete surprise. Torak is shocked too and he doesn’t react immediately. Kitsune warns Cordelia before delivering a hard right hand to her pretty face. Cordelia quickly rolls out of the ring, holding her face as AK watches on, brushing off her hands, receiving a loud cheer for removing the ring of Cordelia. However, as AK turns she walks right into a big clothesline by Torak, knocking her down onto her back. This doesn’t go down well with the crowd and they start throwing cups and balls of paper into the ring. This only prompts Torak to pull Kitsune to her feet then haul her onto his shoulder. He just holds her there for a few seconds, draped over his massive shoulder before dropping her head first with the MediEvil Driver, obviously having no qualms of harming a female. He gets to his feet and is bombarded with more junk tossed by the furious crowd. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Latino stirring and takes this as his cue to leave. He climbs out of the ring where he is joined by Cordelia, still holding her face from the previous blow. They quickly take their leave, retreating up the ramp past the insults directed at them by the fans at the front row. They reach the tip of the ramp and look back into the ring, and Cordelia smirks…. but her expression turns to one of shock as Alicia sits up, looking a little dazed but conscious none-the-less. She snaps her head toward the pair on the stage, and the look of pure fury she gives her rival frightens Cordelia enough to cause her to scarper, exiting the arena without looking back. Torak however remains on the spot, glaring down with sheer curiosity. AK glares back at him and they exchange glances until Latino, who is now on his knees, arrives at Alicia’s side. She looks into his eyes and they express their concern for each others’ condition. When they return their glance to the entrance Torak is gone. AK and Latino help each other to their feet as the scene fades.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:16:13 GMT -5
Segment: A chance of a life time (Credit: JonnyG)
The scene starts up with a shot of the G-Unit locker room and inside the room it shows Jonny in front of a mirror trying to psyche himself up for his match that he has with BK later in the night. Gooey is there with him sitting on the sofa talking to him.
Gooey:……You sure you want this to go down?
Jonny: Yes I do, I know that there is a good chance that I am going to lose but if someone doesn’t go for it then who knows what his next move would be.
Gooey: Yah, that’s true but you do know what will happen if you lose don’t you?
Jonny: Yes I do, but you do know what I get if I win?
Gooey: … yes….
Jonny turns and looks over to Gooey.
Jonny: I get the ACW Heavyweight Championship. The biggest prize in this company. What every single superstar in this company aims to have around their waist, and you know as much as I do this will probably be my only shot at the title that I get in a long time…..and I would appreciate it if, when I go out there tonight to that ring, if I get into any trouble or TNT decides to come out and try to interfere in the match that you come out and have my back and if worst comes to worst get me DQ’d so we keep the titles. Could you do that?
Gooey (sighs): Sure man, I got your back.
Jonny: Thanks, and don’t worry about it, I got a plan that if I lose the match tonight….and on that note I have to leave and finish my preparations in the weight room.
Gooey: Alright, good luck and I got your back.
As Gooey finishes speaking Jonny reaches the door; Jonny just gives Gooey the popular thumbs up and exits the room. Gooey sighs again, clearly not as confident as his partner, and returns to watching some tv.
Fade out.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:21:44 GMT -5
Match 7: TNT vs. “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards – ACW International Title Match (Credit: BK London)
The crowd’s divided over Jonny’s decision; however, before its wisdom is tested another belt is due to be defended.
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the International Championship, coming to the ring, from Blackpool, England, "The Rookie Monster" Danny Richards !!!
"Lamb of God" by Marylin Manson is heard all around the arena as the Rookie Monster makes his way towards the stage. As he reaches the stage he looks to both sides and continues walking down to the ring ignoring the crowd that is booing him heavily. Tonight he is going up against one of the toughest people in ACW to date and a member of the Corporate Alliance. Can he win the International Championship or did he bite off more than he can chew once again? Rookie slides into the ring and he goes in the corner and waits for his opponent.
Phillip: And the challenger, coming to the ring from Chicago, Illinois, he is the ACW International Champion, T-N-T !!!
"Away" by Mercy Drive hits and the crowd's number one enemy makes his way to the stage to a great amount of boos. He walks down the ramp cockily and he does his signature smirk to Danny who waits in the ring awaiting the battle. TNT slides into the ring and he climbs up to the middle rope and takes the International Championship off his waist and raises it to the crowd. TNT turns around and watches Danny and Danny watches him and no words are said. TNT hops off the middle rope and turns around giving his belt to the referee. The referee then raises the International Championship in the air signaling it is for the belt. The referee hands off the belt to the Timekeeper and he signals for the bell and the match commences.
Danny and TNT walk around the ring trying to get a feel of in the ring again, then the two charge toward each other locking up the two try to push each other down but it is a stalemate even with Danny's size advantage. Danny then knees TNT in the abdomen and hammers him down to the mat with a might forearm, Danny picks up TNT and knees him in the abdomen again and punches him in the face. TNT reels back and then he fires back with a punch of his own, Danny reels and comes back with a punch. Before you know it the Rookie Monster and TNT are exchanging powerful blows, Rookie gets the upper hand and he whips TNT into the ropes. TNT bounces back and Rookie goes for a clothesline but TNT ducks and wraps his arm around the neck of Rookie and takes him out with a Modified Backbreaker. Rookie falls to the mat holding his back and TNT capitalizes with a pin but Rookie kicks out. TNT picks up Rookie and tosses him into the corner, TNT then fires with some hard knees to the abdomen of Rookie and then follows up with some elbows to the jaw. TNT attempts to whip Rookie into the opposite corner but as TNT throws Rookie, Rookie pulls TNT towards him and raises him over his head for a Gorilla Press. Rookie then brings TNT by the ropes and drops him down sternum first into the ropes sending TNT chest first into the top rope. TNT bounces off the top rope sending him halfway across the ring. TNT holds his chest in pain and Rookie bounces off the ropes and hits TNT with a High Impact Leg Drop. Rookie then covers TNT but before the referee can reach his hand down for three TNT kicks out. Rookie becomes frustrated and he picks up TNT but TNT skillfully rakes him in the eyes. Rookie is blinded for the moment and TNT takes Rookie down with a Roundhouse Kick.
Rookie falls to the mat and TNT turns Rookie on his stomach and starts kneeing him on his back. Rookie screams in pain and TNT begins to apply the Bow and Arrow Lock on Rookie. Rookie screams in pain and the referee looks closely to see if TNT's shoulders touch the mat. The referee counts one, two, th-- but TNT releases the hold. TNT drops his knee into the back of Rookie and then picks up Rookie. TNT whips Rookie hard into the turnbuckle and Rookie Ricochets out the corner and falls to the mat. TNT picks up Rookie and Rookie begins to fight back. He hits TNT with a set of blows to the face and then rakes him in the eyes. Rookie bounces off the ropes and he goes for the Rookieline but TNT ducks and takes Rookie down with a Back Suplex. Rookie holds his back in pain and TNT signals that the end is near, he picks up Rookie's leg and locks in the Edgeucator (Modified Sharpshooter). Rookie screams in pain and he begins to writhe in pain as TNT has a very aggressive look on his face. Rookie's back is in pain and he begins to crawl to the ropes, after 15 seconds Rookie finally makes it to the ropes and TNT releases the hold. TNT picks up Rookie so that he is on one knee and he bounces off the ropes, just then TNT is leveled with a Desperation Rookieboot. Rookie falls to the mat as TNT is knocked out stupid, the referee begins to count 1....2.....3.....4.....5, Rookie begins to stagger to his feet and he is up by 8. Rookie picks up TNT and he raises him up in the air in Suplex Position, Rookie stalls and then after 10 seconds brings TNT to the ground. Rookie gets up and he signals for the 'I'm Better than You'. As TNT gets up Rookie grabs him by the throat, Rookie throws the arm of TNT over him and attempts the chokeslam but TNT wrenches the arm of Rookie, pulls him toward him, and hits the RKO. TNT hooks the leg of Rookie and picks up the win with the 1-2-3.
Announcer: The winner of this match and still International Champion, T-N-T.
TNT gets up to his feet and the referee gives him back his International Championship, the referee goes to check on Rookie but TNT pulls him aside and tells him to raise his arm. The referee, afraid of being hurt, raises the arm of TNT and TNT smirks with a sense of pride and triumph. TNT then rolls out the ring and makes his way to the back with his International Title on his shoulder; but in the backgrounf Rookie stands up, pinned but not defeated, and having once again proven his ability to mix with the major players of ACW.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:22:25 GMT -5
Segment: Preparing... (Credit: BK London)
In BK's Locker Room BK is showing lacing his boots for his upcoming match with JonnyG for the ACW Championship and the Tag Team Championships. BK ties his lace then black shiny shoes appear in front of him and he looks up, BK gets up and it is revealed to be Ginger.
BK: What's up Ginger?
Ginger: Hey BK, you know what, that was a great idea for a match earlier tonight.
BK: Thanks, I figured to myself, Why have one title when I can have the benefits of having two?
Ginger: That has to be one of the greatest ideas in the world, I can picture it now.
Ginger looks up and gestures his arms in a certain way.
Ginger: BK London, The ACW Heavyweight Champion; TNT, the International Champion; Both Tag Team Champions of the world.
BK: I had the same idea. The Corporate Alliance will not just be any other stable, it will be a dynasty.
Ginger: Absolutely. And it just so happens that I had an idea of my own to make sure nothing goes wrong tonight.
BK: Come on, tell me.
Ginger: Ok. On Meltdown Jonny got away with the titles by disqualifying himself. Well not this week, for you see tonight's match will not only be for the ACW Championship and the Tag Team Championship, but it will be a No Disqualification match.
BK: That is awesome, G-Unit will have no way to worm their way out of this one. And the Corporate Alliance will be the most powerful stable in all of wrestling.
BK and Ginger laugh, now confident of victory, and the scene fades out.
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:24:16 GMT -5
Match 8: BK London vs. JonnyG - ACW World Title / Tag Team Title Match
The fans have once again experienced a top quality night of action on Meltdown, and anticipation is peaking for the final match of the night. The crowd pops one last time for Philip as he undertakes the necessary introductions.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the main event tonight is the first ever 2 – 1 ACW title match! Introducing first, the challenger and one half of the defending Tag Team Champions…..from Toronto Canada, JonnyG!
”In The End” hits, and Jonny walks out to the ring; he has two belts, but instead of his Junior title he is carrying both the tag team belts as the match stipulations require. The fans give an enormous pop; Jonny holds up one arm in recognition, but he looks a little nervous; Gooey’s words have obviously sunk in a bit, and he now knows that the DQ trick won’t work this time around. He enters the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckles before handing over both belts to the referee, who holds them up before passing them to the outside.
Then, “Two Words” blares into the arena, and the fans start booing like mad as BK London enters, with a confident smile upon his face.
Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York – he is the defending ACW World Champion, BK London!
BK strides to the ring, ignoring the cascade of disapproval from the fans; he enters, and gets right into Jonny’s face before taking his turn at the corners, seemingly immune to all the heat flowing from the crowd. The referee takes the World Title and also holds this in the air to confirm the match’s double significance, and with the noise levels rising to almost uncomfortable levels, the referee waves his hand to signify that all is in readiness for the contest to start.
Bell Rings.
Jonny and BK move forward; closely matched in terms of height and weight, the two men lock up and test one another, each trying to make some early ground on their opponent. BK has marginally better technique and forces Jonny back to the ropes; he then switches tack and whips Jonny toward the opposite side of the ring, waiting until he’s half way across before beginning to make a run – in himself, and thus meeting Jonny on the rebound to smash him to the mat with a powerful clothesline. Jonny rubs his chin as he stands back up; he ducks a punch from BK and as BK’s own motion makes him lean forward, Jonny stands back up, scooping BK on to his shoulders as he does so. With great strength Jonny slams BK down on to his back, making the ring shudder, and goes for the first pin of the match, getting a count of somewhere around 1.5. BK looks slightly annoyed, but he keeps his cool; some more straight punches are exchanged before BK gets in a blow that makes Jonny stagger back a little. Spotting the opportunity, BK hits the ropes for some speed and then pulls off his impressive running Headscissors takedown, so that even the partisan fans give a small pop in response. BK wastes no time in pinning, and gets a 2 count – but the kick is strong, and shows that this match is far from a one – sided affair. Not about to give Jonny any breaks, BK jumps back to his feet and immediately plants Jonny again with his Trip Around the World (Angle Slam); Jonny winces from the impact, but this time bails out to the outside of the ring by rolling before BK can consider a second pin attempt. BK doesn’t follow him – he stands in the ring, shouting at Jonny and taunting him for his retreat. This makes Jonny more angry; he leaps back up to the apron, ready to re – enter the ring –
- But then the crowd boos furiously, and Jonny feels someone grab him from behind. It’s TNT, who’s ready to superplex Jonny, but then the crowd’s tine changes again and TNT himself finds that he’s the subject of an attack – Gooey’s been as good as his word, and he wrenches TNT away, making the International Champion land awkwardly on the outer mats. Jonny smiles at Gooey, who shouts a warning – Jonny turns just in time to see BK charging to knock him off the apron. Jonny has only a couple of seconds to prepare, but as BK comes in range Jonny hooks his extended arm and armdrags BK over the top rope; TNT has to use his formidable reflexes to dive out of the way and avoid being crushed by the falling World Champion. TNT’s somewhere near boiling point; he hits Gooey with an RKO from nowhere, and then hurtles into the ring while Jonny’s watching a recovering BK on the outside. TNT german suplexes Jonny, and buys time for BK to recover to the ring; the pair stomp Jonny for a few moments, and then TNT exits to keep an eye on Gooeygarth as the two main match participants resume their one – on – one battle. BK makes a swift pin attempt and gets a further 2 count from it; evidently time was too short for TNT to make a match – winning difference this time around. But the attack has sparked something off inside of JonnyG; as he returns to a vertical base he glares at BK, then looks briefly to the crowd before drawing a finger across his throat. The crowd goes nuts, and BK and Jonny slowly close the distance between them. Jonny throws the first punch, and the noise is incredible as now both men start to look for that killer hit that could win them everything……
|
|
|
Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 10, 2005 17:24:57 GMT -5
For almost 10 minutes, the battle balances on a razor’s edge; the two foes work through almost their entire movesets, looking for the one blow that will make the difference. Jonny is working harder than he ever has before – he hits BK with not one, but two Jonormous slams; the first time BK kicks just before 3, and the second TNT gives Gooey the slip to break the count. BK, for his part, returns fire with all he’s got – he nails Jonny with a massively powerful Revolver, and everyone’s convinced it’s over, but incredibly Jonny gets his shoulder up milliseconds before 3, leaving the fans and BK amazed. By now both men are showing signs of fatigue; Jonny tries for the Deep Impact, but BK breaks away before Jonny can complete the move and then as Jonny finds his feet, BK adds one of his own with the Yakuza Kick from Hell. Jonny falls backward, stiff as a board, and the fans become extremely loud as BK heads to the top rope for his famous finisher. He’s in position, but Gooey belts round and grabs his foot, stopping him from taking flight – TNT tackles him away, but the brief distraction is enough for Jonny to kip up, rush over and knock BK down to a sitting position on the turnbuckle. The crowd goes mental as Jonny delivers his Top Rope Spike DDT; exhausted, he pins, 1…2… - but BK gets a foot to the bottom rope, and everyone groans with disappointment. TNT’s had enough; he dashes around and grabs the World Title belt, jumping up to the apron. Jonny is standing back up – he blocks TNT’s shot and grabs the International Champion’s hair, but TNT is not put off and this time he cracks it over Jonny’s head. Jonny collapses, and as the camera moves it shows BK is back at the corner, ready for a second try at the SSP. Jonny’s not moving this time, and BK performs the move with exceptional precision. The ref drops for the count, and TNT smirks – but then he realizes that he’s forgotten about Gooey. The tag champ is making a dash from the other side; dropping everything, TNT charges around as Gooey slides into the ring. He makes a dive as the ref counts 2 – but TNT grabs his ankles, arresting Gooey’s forward motion. Gooey crashes to the mat, and lying face down he sees the referee’s hand strike for 3 just inches away from him. The bell rings, and the fans scream abuse and yell at TNT and BK as the pair of them catch one another’s eye.
Philip: Here is your winner, still ACW World Champion, BK London……and your NEW tag team champions, BK London and TNT!
The fans are beside themselves with anger; BK rolls out of the ring, and TNT walks around to meet him. They look at one another, and as the referee hands them the tag belts, they break out into cocky grins, slapping one another on the back as the fans shout and generally show their displeasure at the match result.
In the ring, Gooey helps JonnyG to his feet. Jonny can’t even look at Gooey for a moment; the impact of losing the tag titles is clearly a heavy one. As BK and TNT head off, Jonny and Gooey watch from the ring; they seem dejected, but then out of nowhere a massive “G – UNIT” chant starts up. BK and TNT ignore it at first, but it gets louder and louder until they can’t stand it any longer. Reaching the stage, BK and TNT taunt the crowd with their double belts, but it makes no difference, and Jonny and Gooey just look at the fans and smile, more grateful now than ever for their support. Jonny whispers something in Gooey’s ear, and Gooey grins; the fans, and the audience, is left to wonder if G Unit might actually have something up their sleeves to smile about after all……
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
|
|
|
Post by The Feature Presentation on Feb 10, 2005 17:25:42 GMT -5
|
|
|
Post by Davey Marvel on Feb 10, 2005 17:26:21 GMT -5
I am bummed for G-Unit, but good show!
|
|
|
Post by scrawn on Feb 10, 2005 17:26:23 GMT -5
Great show. TNT & BK remind me of Stone Cold & HHH back in the day...
|
|