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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:35:47 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 3rd March 2005 Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------------
Jake Cheng vs “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards
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Surion vs ??
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Diva Fatal Four Way – Carma vs Dixie vs Kiley Vs Jessie Hall
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Davey Marvel vs Wyvern
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TNT vs El Froggy Mask
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RDK vs Hunter
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The Bob and Amo Show + G Unit vs Will Anger, FSX and the Capitalists
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Ridley vs BK London
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:37:10 GMT -5
Opening segment: A mysterious arrival (Credit: Yoko)
Today's Meltdown begins with a sweeping shot of the audience, pumped that the show they're attending is finally beginning. The cameras zoom in on various signs around the arena. One of them in support of El Froggy Mask, saying "Real men do it Froggy style." Another taking a shot at the WWE, reading "The only good McMahon is a dead McMahon." Finally, a very generic "You Suck" sign, applying to anyone and everyone.
Without notice, the cameras cut to the parking lot. A very large white limousine slowly pulls into the arena. It slows down and then stops, but no one emerges.
The scene switches to Ginger, BK London, and TNT in Ginger's office, watching on a monitor.
BK: Who is that?
Ginger: I'm not sure. I didn't get any calls for special guests.
TNT: Want us to...greet, whoever it is?
Ginger: No, it might be someone really important. Let them show themselves first.
BK and TNT nod as Ginger continues to watch the monitor, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:38:22 GMT -5
Segment: Respect (Credit: Jake Cheng)
The next scene begins in a familiar location; Jake sits in his locker room that the ACW fans have gotten used to seeing in the past few weeks. But the room has been changed a bit. Instead of the single light, Jake now has another lamp in the corner, by his new couch. Jake is sitting in his “promo chair” under the single light bulb, making his first promo after losing his LW championship belt to Hunter at Bloody Valentine.
Suddenly Jake begins to clap.
Jake: Hunter, congratulations. You actually got the better of me and Jenero. I am quite surprised you won. But we still have some unfinished business to attend to. I’ll show you what I mean.
Jake shifts his attention to a dark corner of the room, where his new plasma TV comes to life. It shows the ending of the championship match at Bloody Valentine, with Hunter’s use of the Dragon’s breath to pick up the victory.
Jake: Man, it is great getting the championship bonus. Anyway, while you were trying to lose some of your weight, I was training too. Maybe even harder. I PERFECTED the Dragon’s Breath over those couple of weeks. I came to Bloody Valentine ready to debut my new finisher, but what happens, you use my finisher and win the match. I am sorry your finishing moves are so crappy, but you don’t have to take mine. Or Jenero’s for that matter. Even though his isn’t as cool as mine was.
Jake gets up and moves over to his couch, and gets comfortable.
Jake: Hunter, this is a matter of respect. I don’t want that title anymore. I already have the record for the longest reign, and will soon be claimed the greatest ACW LW champion of all time. You got your revenge, now the tables are turned. And for you Rookie….. Get ready to feel The End.
Jake smiles, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:39:25 GMT -5
Match 1: Jake Cheng vs “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards (Credit: Ridley)
The shot returns to ringside where Philip is in the ring and awaiting his cue.
Phillip: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Thursday Night Meltdown! The opening contest is a regular singles match, and it is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 175 pounds...Jake Cheng!
"Encore/Numb" hits and Jake paces down to ringside. He’s pumped up, much in line with the segment that’s just aired, and seems determined to make up for it tonight against his relatively less-seasoned opponent. Jake returns the fans' jeers and taunts with a hearty "SHUT UP" as "Lamb Of God" plays.
Phillip: His opponent, from Blackpool, England, weighing 250 pounds...Danny Richards, the Rookie Monster!
The Rookie Monster takes a minute to pose on the stage, and he receives a fairly impressive ovation on his way to the ring, both from the fans that have taken a liking to him and the fans that simply want to see Jake die.
Bell rings.
Rookie doesn't waste time; he shoots forward and makes a grab for Cheng. Jake's too fast and too small, though, and he dives under Rookie's grasping arms before hitting a dropkick to the back of the knee. This leaves Rookie immobilized, and Jake capitalizes by launching off the ropes and hitting a springboard dropkick. Knocked off balance, but still on his feet, Rookie staggers backwards, half-kneeling, and stands up just in time to spot Jake's crossbody block. He catches the much-lighter Cheng, and to an impressive pop, presses him three times over his head before hurling him across the ring.
Jake ricochets off the mat and almost comes to a standing stop, but he ends up sprawled out in one corner of the ring. From his prone position, he glares at the posing Rookie Monster, then charges again. Rookie simply grabs Cheng and goes for another press slam, but once bitten, twice shy. Jake squirms loose, drops down behind Rookie, and catches him in a sleeper on the way down. Being much shorter, Cheng doesn't even reach the ground; he simply hangs off Rookie's back as he's keeping the sleeper in. Rookie thrashes and twists, trying to throw his adversary off, before backing up into the corner at maximum velocity.
Jake was ready for this kind of counter; he pushes off Rookie's back and throws his weight backwards as the two connect with the post. As a result, he escapes the impact entirely and lands on the top rope. Still holding onto the sleeper, Jake springboards off the turnbuckle and hits an inverted headlock takedown that sends Rookie for quite the ride. Jake stands as Rookie tries to clear the cobwebs, and raises his arms to play to the crowd.
Several seconds later, he's stopped, due to the deafening chants of "Fuck Jake Cheng", and storms to the other side of the ring to take out his frustrations on Rookie. Cheng's gotten just a little too careless, though, and as he tries to pick Rookie up by the head, he receives a fist to the gut. This doubles him over, and Rookie grins as he sets Jake up for a Rookie Bomb. However, it's too early in the match to attempt a victory. As Rookie lifts him up, Jake kicks off his chest and backflips out of the Rookie Bomb, then runs forward and attempts a clothesline.
Dumb, dumb, dumb. Jake kinda bounces off Rookie, for lack of a better way of putting it, and then to add insult to injury, takes a Rookie Line that nearly decapitates him. This would normally be the end of the match (and the crowd's reaction reflects that), but Jake is fortunate enough to land right by the ropes. He makes a smart move by sliding out under the bottom rope and collapsing to the floor to recuperate. Rookie takes a second to play to the crowd before lumbering between the ropes and climbing off the apron to throw Jake back in the ring. He makes a one-handed cover, and the ref counts the one, two---much to the surprise of those in attendance, Jake gets a shoulder up in the nick of time.
Rookie argues with the referee, frustrated with what he deems a "slow count." It seems that if Jake hadn't rolled out and gotten some time to recover, Rookie would've picked up the win right there. As it is, Jake has just enough presence of mind to capitalize on Rookie's distraction, and he rolls the Monster up from behind for the one, two, three.
Phillip: Here is your winner...Jake Cheng!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:40:34 GMT -5
The fans boo, obviously very displeased with the fact that Jake survived, much less won. Rookie leaps up from the mat and starts to charge him, intent on revenge, but Jake dodges it. Rookie turns around for another go and the fans roar…..
Suddenly, "Thunderstruck" hits the speakers as Hunter walks out into the arena. He is wearing a suit and his new sunglasses. He also has his brand new Lightweight Title casually lying over his shoulder. He smiles and looks at Jake, who seems to be a little dumbfounded at Hunter's sudden appearance. Hunter has a mic in his hand, which means he doesn't seem to be finished with his abuse on Jake.
Hunter: Jake. Jakey. Jakie. How are you doing? You look different. Did you get a hair cut? Maybe you lost some weight? New tights? Am I close? You just look...different. Wait, I got it! You don't have a shiny gold belt on your shoulder. But I do.
Hunter raises his title high as the crowd boos him. Rookie leans back on one of the turnbuckles, evidently happy to allow Hunter to have a go at his opponent.
Hunter: Now, Jake, you're talking about respect. You don't want to have this title, you just want your respect back! Well, you lost...to me. Jake, I've got some good news for you. No, I didn't save money on my car insurance...
"Geico" cheers erupt in the arena.
Hunter: ...I have a new lady friend. Yeah, and she's making me a very happy man. Honey, come on out.
Hunter signals towards the backstage area. A sexy, slim Asian woman appears and walks over to Hunter. She is wearing a short, black strapless dress and gets hoots and hollers from all of the men in the arena.
Hunter: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Jessica. She's trying to achieve success as a diva! I saw her, and I instantly asked her out. Without any reluctance, she agreed. It was only later that she told me her last name...Cheng.
Jake has been staring in shock the entire time that the woman has been out here.
Hunter: And, Jake, your sister sure is a mighty fine piece of work.
Jake grabs a microphone.
Jake: Jessica, what the fuck?
Hunter gives her the mic.
Jessica: Well, Jake. I've always liked a winner. And there's none better than Hunter here.
Jake: But he's an asshole!
Jessica: Well, I know that for one, he's definitely got bigger balls than you.
Hunter takes the mic.
Hunter: And she'd know that personally. Man, you guys are going to have the worst family reunion EVER!
Jake erupts in a fury that is uncontainable.
Hunter: Okay, honey, your work here is done. Got to my locker room, and I'll meet you later.
Jessica turns around and walks away, all the while Hunter is staring at her butt.
Hunter: Mmm, that's good cooking. So, Jake. Respect? You've got none left.
Jake can't contain himself anymore. He snaps and jumps out of the ring and runs after Hunter. Hunter drops the mic and runs backstage. Jake quickly follows in pursuit, with the camera closely behind him. He reaches the backstage area.
Jake: Hunter! HUNTER!!! Where the fuck are you?! I'll get you you motherfucker!
Jake throws a random piece of machinery next to him at a wall and walks off. The camera zooms in to the area behind Jake, as Hunter turns the corner and watches Jake leave in the opposite direction. He smiles to himself and walks away.
Fade Out.
OOC Note: Ending events credit to Hunter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:41:27 GMT -5
Segment: Mean Muggin' (Credit: BK)
Just as we come back from the end of the first match Angelo Giovanni, who was injured a month ago, is seen walking out of Chairman Gingerdude's office, still on crutches from the vicious attack laid on him by Yoko. Angelo turns back and continues talking to Ginger.
Angelo: Ok so that’s when I am medically cleared and I will probably return that day too.
Ginger: Alright Angelo, I look forward to see you then. (under breath) Yeah right.
Angelo: What's that?
Ginger: Nothing.
Angelo begins making his way down the hallway, suddenly someone grabs him and places a handkerchief under his nose. The smell from the handkerchief knocks Angelo out and Angelo drops to the ground in an unconscious state. Suddenly Angelo is seen being dragged into the dark area of the hallway.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:43:02 GMT -5
Segment: A Little Bit Testy, Eh? (Credit: Surion)
The camera fades in to Surion, walking down a hallway, in a brisk fashion. As he turns the corner, he bumps into Kevin.
Kevin: Oh, Surion, this is quite a fortunate turn of events. I was actually looking for you. Ginger wanted me to ask you a few questions.
Surion: Really, what would you want to talk to me about? And if you ask anything about what I did to Daredevil last Saturday, I swear I will wring your neck.
Kevin glances around warily. Just as Kevin is about to say something, RDK walks up and inserts himself between Surion and Kevin. Kevin takes the opportunity to take his leave; though he has his hair brushed over it, the scars where surgeons reattached his severed ear can still be seen and Kevin is evidently not going to risk any further confrontation with anyone if he can avoid it.
RDK: Fine, then I’ll ask. Surion, why did you do that to Daredevil? I thought you and him were best friends. I mean, come on bruda, what happened man?
Surion: What happened? WHAT HAPPENED? Do you think that you could stand being with that guy for hours upon end everyday? All he wants to do is play his precious PS2. He is annoying. Anything else you want to know on the subject, just watch the footage from Saturday, you’ll find your answer!
RDK: Yeah, but what about…<br> Surion: Get out of my way, I’m on my way to the ring to take care of something important.
Surion pushes RDK out of the way and walks down the corridor towards the stage.
RDK: What happened to you man, you used to be cool…<br> RDK walks down the hallway to the NoA locker room as the scene ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:45:00 GMT -5
Match 2: Surion vs ?? (Credit: Daredevil; pre match events credit: Surion / Yoko)
The camera returns to ringside. After witnessing what just happened, the crowd is in a state of awe. Philip enters the ring and proceeds to announce the next match.
Philip: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Kelso, Washington. Surion!
“Fuel” by Metallica hits and Surion walks out onto the entrance way. Surion’s once dedicated flock of fans now carries signs such as “Why Surion, Why?” One fan in particular, who is standing just on the other side of the guardrail, is holding a “Surion = Daredevil Lite” sign. Upon seeing this, Surion runs to the fan, grabs the sign, and rips it in half. After a brief stare down with the fan, Surion moves away and walks into the ring. He grabs a mic and addresses the crowd.
Surion: All week I’ve--
Surion is forced to stop speaking, as his voice is drowned out by the massive amount of boos emanating from the crowd.
Surion: OK, now you are just being plain ignorant. It is obvious, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I AM the superior to Mr. White. But that is not why I’m out here tonight. Tonight, for one night only, I am issuing a challenge. A challenge to anyone in the back who has not faced me 1-on-1 in a match. It doesn’t matter who you are. For all I care, it could be Biff, the somewhat deranged owner of Fallout. But whoever you are, come out and bring it!
Surion drops the mic and waits for his opponent. It’s quiet for a moment and the crowd begins to murmur among themselves. Then, as if from the heavens above, the chords of “Vater Unser” by E Nomine are heard, and a blue light fills the arena. A single white spot light shines on a figure standing in the entrance way, holding an ornate staff.
Philip: And introducing, his opponent, hailing from Vatican City, Rome, Michael Kross!
Kross begins a slow, steady walk towards the ring. The spotlight travels along with him, illuminating him in a ghastly light. Walking towards the ring, with his hood drawn, Kross gazes directly at Surion. Only his eyes can be seen, but it is projected clearly Kross has something heavy on his mind. As he reaches the ring, he lifts his staff into the air, and the spotlight extends outwards to engulf the entire arena, returning the arena to the normal lighting. Back in the ring, Surion rolls his eyes slightly and smirks. As Kross walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring, he picks up Surion's discarded microphone, and holds it up to his mouth.
Kross: "And I will execute great vengeance upon them with furious rebukes; and they shall know that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them."
Surion simply blinks at him.
Kross: It should sound familiar, you attempted to quote it at Bloody Valentine. Here's another one for you.
Kross pauses for a moment, and then begins to speak again.
Kross: "For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book. And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book."
Surion looks at Kross like he's gone insane.
Kross: Revelation 22:18-19. Do not add or take away from the Word. You attempted to quote Ezekiel 25:17 at Bloody Valentine, but you only succeeded in quoting Pulp Fiction. In the process, you disobeyed the Word by adding and taking away. I turned my eyes when you were lusting after Yoko Satoshi, but I cannot allow you to sin against God himself. You said to, "Bring it," and so here I am.
Surion is blank for a moment, then laughs. Kross responds by kicking Surion down, and the crowd cheers as the match starts.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:45:29 GMT -5
Surion gets back up and he and Kross glare at each other until Kross turns around, to take off hid cloak. Surion sees this as a perfect opportunity and hits Kross on the back with an axe handle just as Kross disposes of the garment. Surion throws him into the corner, and Kross bounces back off the turnbuckle, and straight into a Sidewalk Slam. Surion tries a ridiculous early pin, but Kross comfortably kicks out of it and retreats to a corner. Surion runs at him, but Kross runs at Surion and hits a strong clothesline, and Surion falls in the centre of the ring, and gets straight back up. Kross smirks at him, and Surion looks very pissed off with Kross, even though it's so early in the match. They lock into a headlock, and Surion manages to get the upper edge, turning Kross into a side headlock. He manages to slowly cause Kross to kneel down, and then grabs Kross's neck with his other hand and flips him with a fireman's carry, before stomping furiously at Kross. Kross looks a little hurt, and ends up having to escape out the ring, and Surion follows. Kross runs away, and Surion follows. Surion turns the corner, and recieves a sutting dropkick from Kross. At this point, the referee has counted to 7, and Kross brings Surion into the ring. He attempts a pin, but Surion kicks out at one, and Kross picks him up and tires to throw him into a corner, but Surion reverses it. He lifts him up to the top rope, and attempts a Superplex, but Kross pushes him off and attempts a flying knee. He jumps, but Surion moves, and Kross lands on his knee in the centre of the ring. He clutches it, feeling the pain in his leg. Surion smiles and sees the perfect opportunity. He lifts Kross up, in attempt of the Surion's Revenge, but Kross gets out of it and hits a Sit-down neckbreaker. He then gets up, and bounces off the ropes. He jumps, and nails a running Senton. 1...2...kickout by Surion.
Surion gets up, holding his neck, and Kross runs at him, hitting another clothesline. Surion goes down, and Kross gets onto the top rope, and attempts the 450! However, Surion jumps up and as Kross is going head-first, Surion is able to hook his neck and hit a hard DDT onto the ring. The crowd pop at this great piece of reversing, but Surion taunts them and the crowd immediately boo at him. He laughs at them, and waits in the corner for Kross to get up. When Kross is up, Surion hits a Spear on him, causing him to go flying a few feet across the ring. Surion attempts a pin, but Kross kicks out after two, and Surion is pissed off, feeling that it was a three-count. He argues with the referee, pressuring him into a corner, and this allows Kross enough time to get up and wait for Surion to turn around. The crowd are excited, and know that when Surion turns around, he'll get a big surprise. Surion, however, doesn't turn around and continues to argue with the referee. Kross gets impatient and resorts to tap Surion on the shoulder. Surion turns around and gets a Spinning Heel Kick! Surion falls to the ground, and Kross picks him up, hitting a Tornado DDT, almost knocking Surion out. Kross is now excited, and climbs onto the top rope, where he tries the 450 for a second time. He hits it, but this time Surion has his knees up and Kross bounces straight up. Surion jumps up, bounces off the ropes and hits a big boot to Kross, who falls slowly like a cut-down tree. Surion then picks Kross up and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf in the ring. Kross howls in pain, but Surion keeps a strong hold on the move, and doesn't allow Kross to struggle free. Kross looks in real pain, and looks certain to tap out, until he manages to struggle, and causes Surion to lose balance. Surion falls, and Kross escapes to the ropes, pleasing the crowd. He gets up, and Surion tries an Echo Driver, but Kross hits a Suplex instead. He gets to the top rope, and successfully hits the 450! He waits in the corner, allowing Surion to get up. Surion stumbles around like a drunk, and falls into the Redeemer! Kross gets the 1…2…3 to win the match as Philip enters the ring
Philip: here is your winner, Kross!
Vater Unser hits again and Kross leaves the ring, celebrating his victory. Surion looks visibly pissed off, and slams the canvas hard several times with his fist is frustration of his loss.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:46:23 GMT -5
Segment: Bloody Valentine Epilogue (Credit: The Senatorial Stable)
The scene fades into a long hallway, where distant voices can be heard approaching the camera. The voices are heard cheering and laughing all the way down the hallway, and when they turn the corner, one can make out the entire Senatorial Stable walking down the hallway. Hunter and Kalb have their golden victories over their shoulders, and with everyone looking at their titles, this seems to be the conversation at hand.
Kalb: Man, gold sure does look nice on us, doesn't it?
Fitsharris: Yeah, it does, I mean look at Hunter there with his big belt, he just snapped on those two scumballs, bet he was ticked off after having to lose all that weight!
Hunter: I told them that he'd lose. Never mess with a pissed off American and his diet.
They all laugh and walk up to the entrance to the Senatorial locker room. Senator opens the door and the men follow him inside. They all go to their respective lockers and prepare for the long night ahead of them.
Senator: That is most certainly the kind of initiative that I have been talking about! We were quite the dominant stable at Bloody Valentine, if I do say so myself. We captured another title, and Fallen won the battle royale.
FSX: And you held your own against Ridley for half an hour. That may not be a win, but you proved your dominance if nothing else.
Senator: Indeed, facing Ridley helped me remember what a true match is, and for that, I thank him. Ridley may appear to be a deranged individual, but he is really at heart a student of the game as I am. Though next time, Ridley will not get off so easy with a time limit draw, whenever that will be!
Hunter: Yeah, and I may have been eliminated first from that battle royale, but I couldn't care less. I was on such a high that not winning was the last thing on my mind.
Will: Speaking of which, FSX, You were totally robbed in that match with TNT. He just came in and picked up scraps.
FSX: Well of course I was robbed! I thought it was pretty obvious that TNT knew that if I was 100%, and ready for his attack, I would have destroyed him. He won't be able to run away forever though. Soon enough I'll be the new International Champion and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
Hunter: Yeah, we'll have much more gold soon enough.
Upon changing, Hunter grabs his title and secures it soundly around his waist.
Hunter: Ah, it feels good to be a champion again. I showed those fuckers who was boss. I told Jake and Jenero to not fuck with me, but they just couldn't listen. I absolutely dominated them in that match, and I even hit both of them with their own finishers! Jake won't let this go, though, so I'm still going to fight him. I showed him that earlier tonight, and I just have to humiliate him one more time before he finally gets the message.
Everyone laughs. The camera is fixated on the LW Title now.
Senator: Will, how are you feeling?
Will: You wanna know how I’m feeling? Pissed off is how I’m feeling. Quite honestly I feel that, with all respect to you FSX, I had that battle royale in the bag. Then in comes the winner over here and pisses me off one step too far. And, again with all respect, I’m sure I would have taken out that chump TNT. Never mind that though. Tomorrow's another day and tomorrow starts today. I’ll start with the tag match tonight, and then I’ll turn my Anger to certain individuals who I feel have rubbed me once too much, the wrong way.
Senator: Well, if anyone can do it Will, you're the one. As for me...I plan to keep looking for more challenges around here. I know RDK would want another shot at the Senator, and after Hunter gives him a sound thrashing, he can get it! If Ridley would ever decide to step into the ring with me again, it would be an honor. As for that idiot aristocrat who was making comments about me in the pre-show, well, to be a "True Champion," you gotta step into the ring, buddy! That guy was an armchair general if I ever saw one, Juliet, Romano, or whatever the heck his name was, I could care less, and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth!
The locker room becomes silent. Everyone looks at each other, still smiling.
Hunter: Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for my match with RDK. I'll see you guys later. Good luck with your match, by the way.
FSX: Thanks, you too.
Hunter nods and walks out the door with his title.
FSX: Well...we should probably head out about now too. Kalb and Kevin need some training if they’re gonna make some good moves in the tag match tonight. We'll catch up with you after the match, Steve.
Fitsharris: You better believe we got some good moves. Those punks don't stand a chance against our awesome power!
Senator: I will look forward to seeing your match. Go out there and show them what the Stable is all about.
Fallen leads everyone out of the door, closing it behind them. The camera moves and focuses on Senator smiling as the camera fades to commercial.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:47:33 GMT -5
Segment - It's Morning Again (Credit: BK London / TNT)
As the ring is being inspected after the last match, "Two Words" by Kanye West hits and the crowd begins to give major heat as the Corporate Alliance makes their way to the ring with all their titles still intact. Pyro begins to fall down from the top of the titantron to directly behind the Corporate Alliance as they strut down the ramp. BK and TNT slide into the ring and Ginger walks up the steps into the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman, making their way to the ring The International Champion, TNT; The ACW Champion, BK London; and the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude; THE CORPORATE ALLIANCE !!!!
TNT and BK step on the middle ropes and they pose for the crowd as the crowd flash pictures with Ginger standing between both TNT and BK applauding them. BK and TNT step down and the music slowly fades from the speakers. Phillip hands the mic to BK and BK has the same smile on his face from the show after he won the ACW Championship. Before BK can put the mic to his mouth the crowd begins to chant "Asshole, Asshole, Asshole".
BK: Chant it all you want people. You cannot deny that I am the greatest ACW Champion to date, I mean come on who else has defeated RDK three times. Who? Who? No one, that’s right. I guaranteed victory at Bloody Valentine and I delivered. Oh...Oh...Look at that sign over there.
BK points to a sign that says "The Corporate Alliance is Immortal" that is waving in the crowd with detailed drawn pictures of each member of the Corporate Alliance.
BK: See, you people can learn a lot from that fan right there. He knows his stuff. Someone give him a BK London T-Shirt. Please.
One of the security guys walks over to the fan with the shirt. The fan is ready to grasp the shirt but BK holds up a hand to stop him.
BK: Hold Up, Hold Up, Hold Up. $24.95.
The fan looks perplexed.
BK: Sir, nothing in life comes free, I had to earn this title I wasn't just awarded it and I'll be damned if my stuff does so either you got 24.95 or you ain't getting this limited edition, once in a lifetime deal.
The fan looks angry and then he tears the Corporate Alliance signs in many pieces and throws it on the ground and he gets a pop from the crowd around him.
BK: Look at that-- Sir that is littering and the Corporate Alliance won't stand for it in this arena. Security please escort this juvenile delinquent out the arena.
Security lifts up the fan and begins escorting him to the back and out the arena.
BK: Littering? See BK loves the environment and that's why he is your champion. Now back to Bloody Valentine, the night of the Corporate Alliance. I defeated your hero RDK, single handedly due to his lack of comprehension skills. He didn't read the fine print about it being in chronological order. Dumbass. And after Yoko's match, OH MAN, I BUURRRNNNNED that bitch. I wish I could see the look on her face, Oh wait... I can, Run the clip:
The Titantron fades to black as the scene from Bloody Valentine plays on the screen.
"BK: Well, see, I was right. I figured you like chocolate, and decided to apologize. I don't know if you still like me or not, because of the Bob thing, but Happy Late Valentine's Day.
He hands over the box to her, smiles, and walks past her.
She stands there for a long while, blushing heavily. She finally comes to her senses, and begins walking again. She opens the box to get a piece of chocolate, but finds it empty except for a small slip of paper. She lifts it and turns it over, and reads the only word written on it.
Sucker.
She immediately drops the box to the ground, and turns around to see if BK is still watching. He's nowhere to be seen. She turns back, and with her head hung low, she walks back to the Demon Pit.
The camera then goes back into the ring where the Corporate Alliance is laughing it up.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:48:15 GMT -5
BK: Man that always gets me. Tonight, after I beat Ridley.. no, wait, retain my ACW Heavyweight Championship against Ridley-
The fans take a second to realize what’s just been said. Then they go mental.
Bk: Yeah, you heard me right, this will be a championship match! I’ll prove to all of you that I can defend my title against anyone….Now where was I? Oh yeah…. When I win, the Corporate Alliance is going to party like it’s 1999.
BK London passes the mic to TNT. The crowd won't even let TNT speak, as they spit their hateful words at him and boo him like no other...besides..BK.
TNT:......Do you worthless, pathetic people really think that you can end the parade of T-N-T, end the parade...of the Corporate Alliance?! Didn't you see?! The triumphant end of Bloody Valentine?! The end where BK London sealed the deal and beat RDK like he said he would. Also, of course, TNT, basically retaining his title when it was in jeopardy from 8 other men. I proved to all of you, that I am the real deal, and that I will hold on to this title, for a very, long time...
The crowd boos as he taunts them with the belt, and points to it.
TNT: Ya, know...I told you, they ALL didn't have what it takes...i mean they let Mr. Fallen Souls…win the damn battle royal...then I had to beat his ass up...I mean, I basically made him my bitch!
TNT is smiling broadly tonight and clearly enjoying himself.
TNT: This is excellence in the ring...Me...BK...and Ginger...the International Champion...The WORLD Champion, and the Chairman. Like that sign, that bald guy was holding up, "Corporate Alliance is Immortal" Basically all the power, is in this ring. I mean who’s left?! Who's really left for T-N-T to woop ass?! is it you ?!
TNT points to a guy with an "El Froggy Pwns J00 Sign"
TNT: yeah you!, the Fat ugly ass guy holdin’ the sign. Do you really think that a jackass like Froggy, a weirdass lucha libre, punk, is gonna beat me?!
TNT looks at BK, and BK laughs back.
TNT: You must be kidding me. I'll tell ya what, I'll make history AND embarass Froggy tonight.... Tonight, I will RIP the mask off of El Froggy Mask. Guaranteed. The mask will come off tonight! Then you'll see the power of Corporate Alliance, as Froggy cries in the middle of the ring...cause his wittle mask got ripped off....bitch!
TNT drops the mic and he and BK shake hands, and smile as they know it'll be another night in the corporate alliance's reign, and the show cuts off for commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:49:51 GMT -5
Match 3: Diva Fatal Four Way – Carma vs Dixie vs Kiley Vs Jessie Hall (Credit: BK London)
As we come back from the break Jessie Hall and Dixie Clements are already in the ring as they came down for the Diva Fatal Four Way Match during the break. Suddenly "Supermodel" by RuPaul hits and the crowd begins booing the former Supermodel and now turned ACW Diva.
Phillip: And the third participant in the Diva Fatal Four Way Match, coming to the ring from Charlotte, North Carolina, Carma.
The ramp has been set up like a walk way during the commercial and Carma struts onto the stage and then begins walking up the steps. She walks down the run way posing and waving to the fans but the fans continue to boo her and she begins harassing and trash talking the fans as some picture guys take pictures of her. She enters the ring and she gets in her corner as the three participants wait for the last diva.
"Focus" by Ashanti blazes through the arena and the crowd begins to give a cheer for the ACW Champ's fiance Kiley.
Phillip: And the final participant, making their way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, Kiley Johnson.
Kiley walks onto the stage and she is hyped up to fight tonight in this match trying to rebound from the match with Cordelia a few weeks ago. Kiley runs down to the ring slapping hands with the crowd and she is loved by the people unlike her fiance BK. Kiley slides into the ring and she climbs up to the middle rope to salute the crowd. All of a sudden Carma attacks Kiley on the middle ropes and knocks her down still continuing the feud from Bloody Valentine. The bell rings and the match begins.
Carma goes on the assault with Kiley hitting her with some hard forearms in the corner. Jessie walks up behind Carma and turns her around only to be smacked in the face by Carma. Carma continues the assault on Kiley as Jessie falls to the ground. Dixie takes advantage and she covers Jessie but Jessie kicks out shortly after one. Both Jessie and Dixie get up and Dixie attempts a clothesline but Jessie ducks and she kicks Dixie in the stomach and hits her with a hard forearm to the face. She gets Dixie on the ropes and begins chopping her in her chest, as she does this the crowd responds with a resounding Ric Flair like "Wooooooooo". Jessie whips Dixie off the ropes and as Dixie bounces back Jessie bends her head for the Back Body Drop but Dixie counters with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Jessie holds her neck and Dixie gets up she picks up Jessie and slaps her down with a slap that echoes around the arena. Back in the corner Carma is choking Kiley with her boot by driving it into her throat. Dixie gets Jessie into the opposite corner as Carma and Dixie screams out to Carma. Her and Carma get the same idea and they set up their opponents in the corner. At the same time they attempt whip both Jessie and Kiley into each other but Kiley and Jessie counter it sending Dixie and Carma crashing head first into the each other. Both knock heads and as Carma turns around Kiley kicks her in the gut and takes her down with a DDT. As Dixie turns around Jessie scoops her up and slams her hard onto the mat. Jessie then bounces off the ropes and capitalizes with a Leg Drop to the throat of Dixie. Jessie covers but Kiley quickly pulls Jessie off Dixie, their double team effort worked earlier but now that the finals of the Diva Tournament is on the line there are no partners. Kiley forearms Jessie in the face and Jessie returns the blow. Kiley kicks Jessie in the abdomen and she goes for a Suplex but Jessie blocks it with her foot and locks in the Small Package but Kiley kicks out. Both Kiley and Jessie gets up and Jessie takes her head off with a clothesline. Kiley rolls out the ring down the mat on the outside.
Carma staggers to her feet and as Jessie turns around she grabs Jessie and hits the Downward Spiral. Jessie is out cold and Carma covers and hooks the leg of Jessie but Kiley quickly pulls Carma out the ring and then thrusts Carma back first into the ring apron. Carma holds her back and falls to the ground on the outside. As Kiley gets up Dixie baseball slides Kiley back to the ground. Dixie gets up and she talks trash to Kiley on the outside, Dixie then turns around and she sees Jessie layed out in the middle of the ring. Dixie covers Jessie for the second time in this match but Jessie kicks out. Dixie can't believe it and she hooks the leg again but Dixie kicks out. Dixie picks up Jessie and Dixie bounces off the ropes only to recieve a desperation Powerslam from Jessie. Both Jessie and Dixie are out in the middle of the ring and the referee begins to count, the crowd begins to get behind Jessie and she begins to stagger to her feet and so does Dixie. Jessie gets up and she clotheslines Dixie, Dixie gets up and gets clotheslined again. Jessie goes for the third clothesline but Carma pulls her legs as she bounces off the ropes to send Jessie face first into the mat. Jessie holds her face and as she begins to get up Dixie hits her with a Bulldog. Carma climbs onto the apron and then onto the top rope, Carma attempts the Swanton Bomb on Jessie but Jessie quickly moves out of the way. Carma holds her lower back again in pain and Dixie capitalizes with a Bridge Pin on Carma but Kiley interrupts it.
Kiley picks up Dixie and begins punching her in the face, Dixie rakes the eyes of Kiley and Dixie attempts a clothesline but Kiley does the Matrix and as Dixie turns around she it taken down with a Headscissors. Dixie holds her lower back and gets up, and so does Jessie. Kiley goes for the Drop it Like Its Hot(Stratusfaction) on Dixie and as Kiley turns around she grabs the back of Jessie's head and brings them both down face first onto the mat. Both Dixie and Jessie rolls out the ring to the outside. Kiley gets up and from behind Carma locks in a Dragon Sleeper and then she locks the legs around the abdomen of Kiley. Kiley begins to scream in pain but she is locked in the center of the ring. Kiley slowly crawls toward the ropes and she grabs on but Carma doesn't let go. She utlizes the five count and the referee reaches to five but she still doesn't let go.
Announcer: The winner of this match is, Kiley Johnson.
Carma continues to lock onto the hold even after the bell sounds. Carma keeps in the hold and Kiley begins to pass out. Carma clinches the body scissors and blood begins to rush from the mouth of Kiley due to internal bleeding. Carma finally releases the hold and she smiles as Kiley is being attended to.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:51:23 GMT -5
Segment: Time to Stop (Credit: Ridley)
In the arena the fans are awaiting the next match. Instead however the arena darkens and the Titantron is brought into service. The fans become quiet as the video begins……
The pale morning sunlight illuminates the grass as the segment opens. A pair of familiar black boots, meticulously shined and emblazoned with arcane signs across the side, are walking through this grass, slowly, deliberately.
As the figure comes to a stop, the camera pulls back, and we can see Ridley, adorned in his huge cape, standing in the middle of a large, well-kept cemetery. He's staring at a freshly-covered grave, and the camera follows his gaze to the headstone:
Monique DeAngelo 1980-2005 Almost An Angel
Just like their last conversation, a long moment passes...time seems to stretch out and warp again, torturously long....until Ridley speaks.
Ridley: Only the good die early...I suppose it's true after all. Hard to believe...it seems like only yesterday, we were in the slums shooting it out with the rest of the boys. Even Monday, when I hadn't seen you for years, and you were facing a more withering opponent than I ever had...you were so vibrant. So young, so full of life, so innocent....
He allows himself to sink to a knee next to the tombstone, and leans his head on it, continuing in an almost-monotone. It's clear that Ridley has in no way recovered from the revelation at Bloody Valentine.
Ridley: .....why? Why you, of all people? All the rest of us, we're drenched in iniquity, we did things that no decent human being could stand to hear of, and yet you stayed above everything somehow...almost like a child. Curious, inquisitive, naive...you were everything, I think, that each of us wished we could go back to being, but our hands were too thoroughly bloodsoaked for us to ever dream of it...so why you?
He grits his teeth, and his lungs heave again slightly, forcing a short sob of breath out of his lungs before he continues.
Ridley: Bizarre.....I want to cry hysterically, to sob my eyes out of my body....but I can't. Nothing comes; I'm so far gone I can't even remember what it was like to be human....I don't have any idea what I'm supposed to do now, I can't even focus on whatever it is that's going on, what’s supposed to happen tonight...
Somewhat abruptly, Ridley grabs his composure by the throat and clutches the top of the headstone one-handed as he slowly raises his head.
Ridley: No...I will move on. Even if every remnant of the past is gone from me, even if I'm left a man without a purpose, without anything left to live for....I'll keep going. I don't know how, but I WILL endure, I WILL continue, because I don't need a purpose. I don't need anyone else to be here to validate my existence. Frost...wherever you are....I think I'm happier for you than I've ever been, now that I can reflect on it. You're free, you've moved on past the grief, the ache, the impending blackness...you can stop now.
As he stands, Ridley pulls the ankh from around his neck and drops it on the grave, right in front of Frost's head stone.
Ridley: But I....I have to go on. Such is my doom. Rest in peace, my angel....you're in a place I can never hold.
He turns, the breeze picking up his cape, and begins to exit the graveyard, head down, resigned to his fate.
A voice stops him.
?: I suggest you wait, Malachi. The show isn't over yet.
Ridley doesn't have to turn to know who it is. The camera shifts slightly, and we can now see over his shoulder. Maledict's appeared behind the headstone, and he was apparently calling to Ridley, whose eyes are wider now, more alert, with the realization of what's about to happen to him clear.
Ridley: ...........no. It's not happening.
Maledict: It must happen...it is the way. Only one can lead.
He reaches under his trenchcoat and produces a huge Khukri knife, twirling it in his fingers. Ridley grits his teeth as he turns, glaring at Maledict.
Ridley: There's no one left to lead; with Frost gone, there are only two of us.
Maledict slashes the air with a quick gesture from the knife, producing another one from his trenchcoat.
Maledict: No...we both carry the Inner City Angels with us. A collective consciousness, if you will, forged in the crucible of hellfire that was the ghettos of Alabama. Even before that, most of us were taken straight from the orphanage...it was a trial by fire that made us all one.
Ridley: So...what now? You wish to lead, or you wish to join the consciousness in its fullest?
A single half-smile quickly reveals Maledict's intent as he catches the knife in his right hand by the blade.
Maledict: Fate shall determine that.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 3, 2005 16:54:29 GMT -5
Ridley barely sees it coming in time. He drops over backwards in a second as the Kukhri knife screams through the air directly for his throat, and it slices a crimson gash down the side of his jaw, races over the rest of him, and rams itself into the tombstone behind him, staying embedded there. Ridley's back up to a half-sitting position in an instant as he stares at Maledict, who's got the other knife at the ready.
Ridley: This doesn't have to happen.
Maledict: Oh, but it does. Either you'll send me to be with our sister, and I'll know you're guiltless...or I'll have my revenge for your hand in her demise.
That's it. Ridley's eyes flash with hate like we've only seen rarely before. Not even AK's gotten this kind of utter loathing before; it's a look that's usually reserved for Asmodeus, Fury, and Skurai. Slowly...deliberately...Ridley's forked tongue extends out of his mouth and licks down the knife slash.
Ridley: Then COME ON.
His eyes lighting up with glee, Maledict is on top of the headstone in front of him in an instant and vaults off it with full intent of finishing Ridley off immediately. Ridley anticipates his move easily and rolls to the side, grabbing the other Khukri knife out of the tombstone on his way. Maledict crashes down next to him, knife first, then stabs down at Ridley again. The Lord of Darkness, moving like his life depends on it, rolls to the left, then back to the right, dodging the stabs that rain down in his direction, and kicks Maledict hard in the back, sending him rolling over his head, before kipping up (throwing off his huge cape in midair) and catching his knife.
Ridley barely has time to turn around before Maledict's swipe comes straight at his throat. He jerks backwards, dodging it by an inch, and stabs out for the solar plexus, but his adversary parries it and attempts a leg sweep. Ridley backflips over the sweep and flicks his knife up just in time to take an oncoming thrust from Maledict. The two blades scrape down each other's lengths, sending sparks flying up, and the blade-clinch breaks as Ridley spins out of it, runs half way up a large memorial headstone, and twirls out into a spinning heel kick that Maledict ducks just in time. As Ridley comes up, he's caught from behind, and the knife whips around his torso, directly towards his throat.
Thinking fast, Ridley jams his own knife in between the two, and there's a brief spasm of motion between both men before Ridley drops his weight and shoves hard, flipping Maledict over him. The bigger man kicks off another large tomb marker, turning his front flip into a backflip, and lands on his feet as he and Ridley assume defensive stances once more. Ridley takes a brief second to examine the cut across his shoulder that Maledict had managed to inflict on him during their exchange. He shakes his head.
Maledict: You look confident for a bleeding man.
Ridley smirks.
Ridley: So do you.
Maledict's attention jerks down to Ridley's gaze, and sure enough, there's a huge gash running up his ribs. He's actually bleeding rather badly; Ridley must've raked his torso with the knife as he spun out of the hold. Maledict's eyes are significantly wider now, and he snarls with fury as he lunges forward to attack again.
Maledict: DIE!!!
The slash comes almost too fast for Ridley to counter it; within a second, Maledict's blade flashes in the sunlight and arcs down right for his skull. Ridley jukes sideways and hits the ground, kicking Maledict's right leg out from under him and bringing him down to a kneeling position. Leaping back up, Ridley plants a roundhouse kick right in the back of his enemy's head, almost knocking him over forwards, then spins around forwards for a kick to the face. Nobody's home, as Maledict matrixes backwards, then jerks back to a standing position in time to strike at Ridley with a backhand slash.
Ridley catches the slash with his knife and hits a circle parry on it before planting a knee in Maledict's stomach, doubling him over. He snaps up a front kick to knock him over, but Maledict jerks up and catches it, shoving the leg upwards. Ridley goes with the flow and backflips, ducks a stab when he lands, sweeps both legs, and rams his knife down toward Maledict's chest with every ounce of force left in him. It stops short barely millimeters from its target as Maledict sacrifices his knife to catch Ridley's wrist with both hands.
The silence around the combatants is almost deafening, the tension so thick you'd need a chainsaw to cut it, as the sheer power of both men's exertions shake the knife in midair. However, after a second, it becomes clear who's gaining the upper hand. Ridley is forcing the knife down....slowly....deliberately....agonizingly....despite all the force being applied upwards. His eyes are almost glowing with hatred and fury as the point of the blade digs just barely into the skin of Maledict's breast area, and not showing any signs of wavering. A trickle of blood runs down his side as Maledict, staring in awe at the way Ridley's completely lost control, nods and accepts what's happened.
Maledict: Ridley...I see now. It seems you did the right thing after all...perhaps it was better if Frost didn't linger in her suffering....
The point digs deeper, and now it's almost a quarter-inch into Maledict's chest. He spits out a rivulet of blood, which is now starting to thoroughly flow from his mouth, as the inexorable Ridley continues to force the knife downwards.
Maledict: Yes....I can stop now, as well....but you...you must go on again....to leave a trail of blood and misery behind you, as you always have...yes...and now I go to join Frost....
Ridley slowly stops....his eyes darting around in recognition...and he stands, looking down at Maledict clutching the knife that protrudes from his chest. The latter's eyes stare up at him, never breaking the eye contact they hold with Ridley, as for the final time, the concept of time itself stretches out....waiting....longing....
Maledict: .....thank you.
It happens too fast to register; Ridley's leg is 180 to the rest of his body in half a second, and then it slams down, heel-first, onto the hilt of the Kukhri knife. Maledict's head jerks back for an instant, and he exhales his last breath in relief before his eyes roll back and he goes still.
Ridley drops to both knees almost instantly, overcome with what's just happened, apparently off the adrenaline rush. There's a second of silence except for his heavy breathing before he's able to drag himself to his feet and pick up his cape. He hooks it into his collarbone and stands, walking away.
As the Lord of Darkness exits through the arches of the cemetery, the wind billows through the graves, picking up his cape once more....he turns his head for a final look.
The body is gone; only the disheveled grass and a single knife, stuck in the ground, remain. And one final sentence runs through his head...
I can stop now, as well...but you...you must go on...
Ridley: Goodbye, Maledict.
He turns, and walks away as the camera fades out, the weight of all the Angels weighing down his shoulders.
End segment.
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