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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:22:17 GMT -5
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Rena, Carma and Rei vs Kiley, Dixie, and Jessie Hall
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Will Anger vs Rookie - #1 Contender International Title
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Surion vs. Kross
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FSX Vs TNT - International Title
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Wyvern & Jake vs Senator & Hunter
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RDK vs Davey Marvel
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Latino vs. Ridley - Special Ref Ginger
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Bob vs. Bk London - Streetfight for Mr. Floppy
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(OOC: I'm posting this early, since I've got to work by myself tonight, so this is to prevent the show from being late. Enjoy!)
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:22:47 GMT -5
Segment: Holding out for a hero…err Apprentice (Credit: Ginger)
The show opens with an overhead shot of a huge city at night; the shot slowly zooms in, centring on the big arena towards the middle of the shot. It gets closer and closer until the words MEN Arena can be made out on the front and then suddenly cuts away to the arena as the usual flurry of fireworks go off. The shot swings round the crowd as all the British fans lean out and wave their signs in an attempt to get on TV.
The lights come up and Gingers theme hits to a mixed reception, the fans seem to be split as to whether to cheer the man that was born and bred in the city or boo what he has become in recent months. Ginger walks out on to the stage, pausing for a minute to allow Bruce and Tyrone to join him. He stops to soak up his reception and then makes his way slowly to the ring.
Phillip: Please welcome to the ring, the ACW chairman, Mr Gingerdude!
The reaction is clearly positive now as Phillip reads his name out, the fans can’t help but cheer the man they idolised from the moment he debuted in GF WWE, even if it was only because of his nationality. Ginger reaches the ring and slowly makes his way up the steps, stopping on the apron before ducking under the ropes. Bruce and Tyrone join him in the ring as he picks up his microphone.
Ginger: As we pulled into Manchester Wednesday morning, I couldn’t help but think to myself, I’m glad to be home.
This gets a small pop from the crowd.
Ginger: All that time I’ve spent in the wrestling business I’ve always missed home, and it’s just great to bring this great company to you after all this city did for me.
This gets another pop, this time slightly larger.
Ginger: There’s only one thing that bothers me. As I went out to the city centre yesterday I noticed something.
Ginger pauses for a minute, deep in thought.
Ginger: People here aren’t how I remember them. People here used to be smart. They used to behave like people, not Americans. But now, now that’s all changed and I’m trying to work out, is it me? Or is it you?
The crowd go quiet, trying to predict what’s coming next.
Ginger: The conclusion that I came to was this; I used to be just like any of you. I just used to be an average teenager, coming to a WWE show and waving my sign around like a loony trying to get on TV, I used to not be able to form the simplest of plans, I used to get amused by the silliest things, I used to be poor and drive a second hand Metro.
The crowd is going livid as Ginger throws the insults left, right and centre.
Ginger: However that all changed, I got lucky, I got spotted and signed by a GF WWE scout. Then I saw my opportunity and took this company. But without that first GF WWE scout I wouldn’t be stood in front of you today. But instead of going on about this man gave me a chance, I’m going to give one of you a chance.
A silence falls over the crowd as the all try and work out what the hell he’s on about.
Ginger: So what I’m going to do tonight is this, I’m going to take one of you lot under my wing, I’m going to change you from a poor, ignorant, delinquent to one of the best wrestlers and an astute business man.
The crowd whisper amongst themselves, all wondering what comes next.
Ginger: So come on then, stand up, I’m going to find me an apprentice!
The crowd slowly stand up, sceptical of Ginger’s generosity.
Ginger: Ok, I’m going to use an elimination process, first up all the women sit down.
Once again Ginger forces a split reaction with most of the men finding this funny and all the women describing Ginger as a sexist pig to the person on their left.
Ginger: Seriously now, did you really think I’d make a woman my apprentice? Now anyone in the top tier sit down, you obviously didn’t put enough effort in to getting tickets, so you obviously don’t care enough.
The top tier all sit down.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:23:05 GMT -5
Ginger: Now everyone in the first 15 rows sit down, you’ve been lucky enough already getting those tickets, you aren’t winning this as well.
A few people groan in disappointment but all do as they are asked.
Ginger: Right now I want you to be the same age as I was when I got discovered so anyone who is not an 18 year old male sat in the middle tier take a seat.
Those still left standing are starting to get excited.
Ginger: What’s the first thing you notice about me? That’s right, I’m Ginger, so now can I have everyone with any other hair colour other than Ginger sat down.
There are now only a few left standing and Ginger takes a quick head count.
Ginger: Hmmmm, just 4 left.
He looks around thoughtfully and then focuses his attention on a well built young man.
Ginger: Will all the fat shits please sit down.
The man Gingers looking at obviously would not describe himself as this and looks behind him, assuming Gingers talking to someone behind him.
Ginger: Yes tubby, I am talking to you.
The crowd laugh but it appears this is not helping that lads self esteem.
Ginger: Right, three left, lets get you guys to the ring.
The three make their way down to ring level where security helps them over the safety barrier.
Ginger: Get them some chairs! C’mon one of these young men is going to become my apprentice. Show some respect!
Phillip helps pass three chairs into the ring, and as the three men step in they each take a chair and set it up.
Ginger: Ok, each of you is going to get the chance to perform one move, it’s completely up to you what you do but you better make it good as from that I will make my decision.
The three guys don’t look too sure about this, but Ginger takes no notice and ploughs straight on.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:23:26 GMT -5
Ginger: So we are going to need a test subject for this…GARY! GET THE HELL OUT HERE!
Gary’s music hits and Gary scuttles out down the ramp, keen to please Ginger.
Ginger: Stand in the middle of the ring Gary, let them perform a move on you when I say so, got that?
Gary nods obediently.
Ginger: You ( Ginger points to the one sat furthest to the left ), your number 1.
Number 1 stands up and cautiously edges towards Gary, he stops for a minute before getting Gary into the Rock Bottom position and then letting him feel the full force of the move.
Ginger: Hmmm, I guess it could have been worse. Right you ( Points at the lad in the middle )
Number 2 jumps to his feet, he takes no time to think about it simply bouncing off one rope then delivering a flying knee into Gary’s groin area. Gary keels over holding the fore mentioned area as number 2 takes his seat pleased with Gingers smirking reaction.
Ginger: Very nice, come on Gary, get up, there’s one more to come yet.
Gary slowly pulls himself up, obviously he’s in a fair bit of pain and is not very comfortable at all.
Ginger: Right, number 3, you’re up.
The third man gets on to his feet, he seems the least confident of the three and takes the longest to think about his move. He turns back around and in one swift movement picks up the steel chair and delivers a shot to the side of Gary’s head who falls to the ground and remains there, showing no signs of movement.
Ginger: You two ( He points to the first two men ), go and sit down. We have found ourselves a winner.
The two losers get to their feet and slip out of the ring, the winner though still hasn’t moved from when he delivered the chair shot to Gary, Ginger walks up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder, the two men walk to the ropes and step on to the apron as Gingers theme blares out over the speakers. They drop down and make their way to the back, closely followed by Gingers two bodyguards, leaving three chairs and an unconscious Gary in the ring.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:23:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Rena, Carma and Rei vs Kiley, Dixie, and Jessie Hall (Credit: Bladeshadow)
Philip: Tonight’s opening match is a 6 women tag match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn New York….Kiley Johnson!
”Focus” by Ashanti hits, and Kiley receives a loud pop form the crowd as she enters. She is becoming used to their reaction and she waves energetically to the fans as she walks to the ring. She enters the ring Stands in the center awaiting her teammates for the night
Philip: Introducing next, Kiley’s teammate for the match, hailing form from Austin, Texas………. Dixie Clemets!
Dixie walks out and struts her stuff as she walks to the ring, garnering a number of whistles and cat calls from the crowd, as well as a descent pop. After Giving a lucky front row fan the greatest kiss of his life, She jumps into the ring, looks and Kiley, and stands next to her
The music then shifts to Take a Look Around
Philip: And their final teammate, from Cardiff, Wales……..Jessie Hall!
Jessie Walks down the ring looking beautiful, but ready to fight. She Front flips into the ring and cheers the crowd on for a beat with her two teammates before all three make their way to their corner
Philip: And introducing first for Team Number two, making her return to the ring for the first time since coming back from Wrestling school, From New York, New York……. Rena Matheson!!
"Work It" by Missy Elliot hits and the Crowd first begins to boo and hiss at the returning Diva. When she appears however, almost all of these are replaced by numerous wolf whistles as the stunning blonde makes her way to the ring. She is not phased by any crowd reaction however, as she focuses all of her attention on her opponents, sizing them up and she enters the ring.
Philip: And next, from Charlotte NC, the current ACW Diva Champion, Carma Langley!
”Supermodel” hits, and Carma walks out to the ring to a large amount of heat form the crowd. She plays this to her advantage and simply toys with the crowd, teasing a flash or two as she jumps into the ring and stands next to Rena
Philip: And our final competitor for the match, all the way from Okinawa, Japan…..Rei Peacecraft!
"Rawkfist" by Thousand foot Klutch hits and the arena explodes as the beautiful ½ Asian walks out and down the ring. She touches a few hands along the way and works the crowd for a bit before finally jumping in with her teammates. The 3 then go to their opposite corner just as the bell rings
The match starts off and Rena and Dixie start the match off. The two clash and Rena grabs the opposing blonde’s hair and slams her to the mat before jumping of top of her and slapping the cowgirl around an few time, much to the delight of the crowd. Rena then jumps up, and showing her newly achieved wrestling expertise, performs a flawless standing moonsault before making her way to her corner and tagging Carma in. The Diva Champion tries to capitalize and goes for a quick pin, But Dixie has been given enough time to recover and she kicks out at 2. Carma picks Dixie up and goes for a suplex, but the Texan is able to block the move and counters with one of her own. Still slightly dazed form the earlier attack, Dixie hits a bulldog on the champion before making her way as quick as possible to her corner and tags in Kiley. She is on fire as she runs into the ring and hits Carma with a giant spinning heel kick, and then accompanies it with a spinebuster from hell and goes for the pin with a hook of the leg. Carma is the champ for good reason though, and her instincts help her to kick out right before the 3 count hits much to the chagrin of the opposing team. Kiley drags Carma up to her feet by her hair and Carma is able to sweep Kiley to the ground just long enough to Crawl to her corner and tag Rei in.
Rei spring boards off the top rope and dives straight into Kiley, crashing both of them back to the mat. Rei kips up to a quick crowd pop and climbs the top rope. She goes for her version of a Thor’s hammer, but her relative inexperience has caught the better of her and she has given Kiley enough time to recover and she moves out of the way just in time to cause Rei to crash her leg hard into the ring. She releases a loud howl and the Ref checks her to make sure she isn’t injured before allowing the match to continue. Kiley capitalizes and hooks Mrs. Peacecraft up in a single leg crab on the hurt leg, causing Rei to scream in agony. Fortunately the ropes are only a few feet out of reach and Rei has a high fortitude and is able to inch her way to grab the ropes in only a minute, forcing Kiley to release the hold. Kiley is infuriated and she Picks Rei up and ½ pulls, ½ drags Rei to the opposing teams corner before tagging in Jessie.
Kiley and Dixie hold Rei’s arms around the post and out of the view of the ref while Jessie hits a hard super kick to Rei .nearly knocking the diva out cold. Jessie then goes for a pin, 1…..2….NO, Somehow Rei is able to get her arm up just in the nick of time. Jessie is beside herself and quickly hits Rei with a double underhook DDT. Jessie then goes into an armbar submission, But Rei is able to counter into a pin variant. Jessie easily kicks out, however Rei only meant to bide her time as she is able to quickly hop over to her corner for a tag. She goes to reach for Rena, as Carma is still visibly tired from before, but Rena is busy on the outside playing to the crowd and flirting with a very muscular man in the front row. Rei therefore has no choice but to tag in Carma, who glares over at Rena, before being the professional champion that she is and slowly enters the ring. She knows she cant compete with Jessie with her current condition, so she takes a page out of Ric Flair’s book and hit a thumb to the eye before hitting a quick Bulldog and Leg drop combo and makes the pin, trying to catch Jessie off guard, but only gets a quick 2 count. Carma then picks Jessie up and kicks her in the ribs before hitting her signature power bomb. Then, Seeing Rena is finally back up on the apron, gives a quick nod before whipping her, into their corner. She runs up and goes for a bitch slap to the face, but accidentally hits Rena, when Jessie ducks right before contact. Rena is stunned for a second, before looking at Carma with what could only be called the eyes of medusa, before grabbing her by her hair and throwing her completely out of the ring. Raye, still hurt, knows she will be her teams only hope now, and Slaps Rena (knowing she is now the “legal” women, and climbs her way back into the ring. In the meantime Jessie has had time to make it to her corner and tag in the fresher of the 3, Dixie.
Rei knows she wont be any match for Dixie, especially with her leg as it currently is. However, unlike some of the other diva’s Rei is more than just a pretty face and a gorgeous body, she’s also very intelligent, and being a women, knows exactly where to strike. With a burst of energy, Rei run up to Dixie and quickly removes her tight shirt, leaving the well endowed Diva completely topless. Camera flashes go off all the arena in an attempt to capture a good picture of Dixie’s DD’s before she is able to cover herself up. Dixie is mortified and cups her breasts with her hands, which is of course exactly what Rei wanted and She hits a hard Spinning hook kick to Dixie’s unprotected head. She then goes down and hooks Dixie into the Flame Sniper, forcing Dixie to quickly Submit out of sheer embarrassment.
Philip: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE TEAM OF RENA, CARMA, AND REI PEACECRAFT!
"Rawkfist" hits and Rei releases the hold, allowing Dixie to quickly cover her self up and run out of the ring to numerous bat calls form the crowd the whole way. She is followed by Jessie as Rei just sits there for a second to catch her breath and looks over at her teammates. Those 2 however could care less about the match anymore as the entire time they have been fighting on the outside. Rei just rolls her eyes and limps her way to the back area, meanwhile Rena and Carma roll into the ring and claw and slap at each other. Rena is able to grab the upperhand and picks up Carma, slamming an implant DDT. She goes to leave but as she does Kiley, still on the apron, and watching the fight, tries to take advantage and jumps Rena. This is not a smart thing to do as Rena is able to quickly out brawl he and hits the chick Kick to a mixed crowd reaction before finally leaving the ring . Kiley and Carma both slowly rise to their feet and then eye each other before Kiley decides to once again go on the offensive with a clothesline tot he champ. Carma however ducks and gives Kiley and backdrop, laying her out in the middle of the ring, Before Carma simply strides out of the ring, and walks backstage, as the camera fades.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:24:19 GMT -5
Segment: Ginger and Mercer (Credit: Yoko)
Ginger is in his office, discussing things with Mercer Stanton. Stanton and Elias are wandering around the room, looking at various possessions of Ginger's.
Ginger: We've got a red carpet, we've got confetti if you want it, do you want some pyro too?
Mercer: No thank you, pyro is a little much. You know, this is quite a lovely painting you have here.
He admires a painting of a sad crying clown in an iron lung.
Ginger: You like it? It was a gift, it creeps me out personally. You can have it, if you want. No emotional attachment to it for me.
Mercer: Wonderful. Remember to get it after the show, Elias.
Ginger: So what about the confetti?
Mercer: What color?
Ginger: Yellow and blue, like the ACW logo.
Mercer: That's decent enough, but I'd prefer if you had some pink and white also.
Ginger: That can be arranged in a jiffy.
Stanton looks into a small display case, examining some sort of tiny half jewel.
Mercer: Ginger, what is this thing?
Ginger looks to see what he's looking at.
Ginger: Oh, that. That's just a trinket I've had since before I can remember. I used to wear it, but I figured that it'd be safer if it wasn't on me, since promoters tend to get hurt a lot.
Mercer: Astounding. I have one just like it at home.
He looks at it curiously, then turns back to Ginger.
Mercer: So you have all of the preparations, but do you have the contract itself? In my younger years, I once made a crucial mistake by forgetting to bring with me the most important part of a contract signing, the contract.
Ginger reaches into his suit and pulls out a jumble of papers.
Ginger: Right here.
Mercer: Excellent.
End Segment.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:24:42 GMT -5
Segment: Reflection (Credit: Rookie)
The fans are making the most of the short break between matches, chatting, stocking up on beer, that kind of thing. As they’re doing this the lighting in the arena becomes softer and the crowd’s attention returns to the titantron as a video begins to play.
The screen begins to slowly fade in, and the camera shows a forest full of trees clouded by white mist. The camera slowly moves in between them until it stops at a beautiful, blue lake, the lake is somewhat misty because of the fog but what little colour remains can be seen quite clearly.
The camera looks to the right; all that can be seen is the faint outline of trees nearby. The camera pauses for a moment and then turns to the left, again the faint outline of the trees can be seen against the fog but in the middle a tall figure can be seen walking towards the camera, he pauses every so often to throw something into the lake, getting closer and closer until the outline is revealed to be "The Rookie Monster" Danny Richards.
He is wearing an expensive looking jacket which is long and obviously very warm, a necessity in this cold air. He turns to face the lake, picks up a pebble and throws it silently; it doesn’t go very far he looks slightly disappointed at this. Setting aside his stone – throwing, he turns to face the camera.
Danny: I have come here today to make a very important proclamation to the whole of the ACW locker room, and to Will Anger, TNT and Fallen Souls in particular….
He smiles and throws another rock into the lake; this one travels a little further, widening his smile before he continues his address.
Danny: It always helps me concentrate when I come to this place, the water is so calm and peaceful….. it’s the calm before the storm. The slightest agitation disrupts the water, shattering its surface…… do you see? It destroys, which is what I do best, I have faced near enough every superstar on this roster from the most established superstar to the lowest jobber and though I have won only a handful of those matches every person has been changed, fractured by their meeting with me…..
He runs his hand through his hair and wraps the jacket tighter around him.
Danny: You see while my win, loss record might be terrible I have come to realise that losing isn’t of importance, it what’s you learn in the fight that matters. All the superstars I have faced have taught me things I could never of learned by simply destroying them, they have shown me their strengths and their weaknesses, but the time for learning is over.
He regains a focused intent look.
Danny: Like the water, I am calm now, but soon I will begin to destroy everyone who is in my path. I have one goal and that is ACW Gold, you have recently seen the calm before the storm and on Thursday the storm begins with Will Anger, you should feel honoured Will….. your destruction will be the first stepping stone of my future.
He throws a rock into the water this time, it skims for ages before disappearing from sight. The crowd understands that he could have done this with any of the other stones…..he simply chose not to reveal his real ability until now.
Danny: When I take my first stepping stone to ACW Gold, the whole ACW locker room will see that I am 100% focused, 100% intent and 100% determined to become the very best in the ACW, and anyone who steps in the ring with me better realise that with those figures anything short of perfection just ain’t good enough.
He turns his back to the camera.
Danny: When I become International champion, a new era will be ushered into the ACW, an era nobody can stop, an era of perfection, the era of "The Rookie Monster". I’ve been biding my time but soon nobody will be able to stop me and all they can do is…… DEAL WITH IT.
Danny slowly begins to walk off into the mist as the camera slowly fades to black.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:24:57 GMT -5
Segment: Here’s McCarty (Credit: Daredevil)
The camera points at Gingerdude’s office, and opens. What is seen is Jack McCarty with a pen in his hand, and Gingerdude sitting at his desk
Gingerdude: So, Mr. McCarty, it’s going to be a pleasure to finally have you here. May I ask, what have you recently been doing?
McCarty: Numerous stuff. Thinking of ways to improve my large bank account. Thinking of many different ways to torment Daredevil, and I think I may have found it now.
Ginger: Haha. Well, Mr. McCarty, the contract is there, and is it true that I have to sign another contract?
McCarty: Oh yes, of course. Here it is.
McCarty reaches into his pocket and brings out the contract. He places it on the table, unfolds it and waits.
Ginger: So, I have to sign this. Before or after you sign your contract?
McCarty: After. That means the deal is sorted.
Ginger: Right. Oh, and the Genocide Pay per View is coming. Are you going to watch it?
McCarty: I intend to be there, Mr. Gingerdude.
Ginger: Right, of course. Say, that’s a nice suit you have on there.
McCarty: Why are you stalling? Are you waiting for someone? Are you planning Daredevil to jump through the door and hit a Stunt Bomb through this nice table of yours?
Ginger: What? Of course not! It’s just…<br> McCarty: Yeah…<br> Ginger: You’re coming here as a manager, right?
McCarty: Sure am.
Ginger: Who, exactly, are you going to manage?
McCarty frowns, then smiles. He bends over to Gingerdude and whispers something in his ear. Ginger smiles and McCarty sits back.
Ginger: Not bad…not bad at all.
McCarty: So can I sign?
Ginger: Sure. It’s all yours!
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:25:18 GMT -5
McCarty signs the ACW contract, and Gingerdude at the same time signs the 100% ownership contract they then both stand up and shake hands.
Ginger: Nice to have you here, Mr. McCarty.
McCarty: Nice to be here too, Mr. Gingerdude. Oh, and you haven’t seen Gingerdude anywhere, have you?
Ginger: he’s at the hospital I think, still nursing his injuries. Baby.
At that moment, a bang is heard outside and McCarty and Ginger rush to see what it is. Daredevil is picking himself up from falling, and hobbles along the corridor. He gets up to the chairman’s office, and pushes McCarty to the ground.
Daredevil: Did you sign the contract?
McCarty: Well, I err…<br> Daredevil: DID YOU?!?
McCarty: Yes. Yes I did.
Daredevil: YOU BASTARD!!!
DD picks McCarty up, and lifts McCarty onto Gingerdude’s table. He hooks McCarty’s neck and signals for the Stunt Bomb
Ginger: Listen, Daredevil. You don’t wanna do that. He’s you boss, he controls you. You must do anything he says, and by Stunt Bombing him through a table, it’s only going to make things worse.
DD thinks for a moment, and that allows the Senator to run in and hit the Filibuster through on Daredevil, through the table! McCarty looks down on him and smiles.
McCarty: Daredevil, do you know this man? This man is Senator Steve Phillips.
DD holds his neck and looks at both of them, thinking ‘why?’
Senator: Mr. McCarty and I go right back, ever since I began to train to become a wrestler. Last Monday night he said he would sign a contract, and in the back, he asked me if I could help him. Being the person I am, I would never let a friend down, so agreed to help him. And now, I’ve decided that during his time here, I will help through things. You could say that he is now the Senatorial Stable’s manager. And that, my friend, is the truth
Senator and McCarty shake hands over Daredevil’s body, which is too tired and dazed to do anything. Gingerdude smiles in the background, as crewmembers enter the room and begin aiding Daredevil
Fade out.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:25:35 GMT -5
Segment : Anger, always Angry. (Credit: FSX)
The camera fades in in front of the senatorial stable's locker room, some loud discussion seems to be going on inside before Will Anger walks out visibly pissed off.
Will : Damn it, I'm not going to settle down! I can't take this shit! NO ONE takes advantage of me! NO ONE can just take me down and insult me like that...especially not a cooperate bitch!
Anger turns and begins walking off down the hall, the camera seems unsure what to do before rushing behind WillAnger, slowly coming to a stop as Will seems to off stopped to talk to someone.
? : Well what's this? The angry boy that doesn't think for himself? My next step...
Will: Shut the hell up rookie, I'll beat you later...I'm dealing with something else now.
Rookie: Yeah, yeah...right. So what is it your busy with? doing laps? chasing a stick? Trying to find the bathroom? i'd be suprised if your even house broken.
The crowd laughs before seeing Will suddenly push Rookie up against a wall.
Will: Listen you punk..I don't see how you can say any of this crap...if I remember right the last time we fought I won. I destroyed you! JUST like I'm going to again tonight!
Rookie: You beat me once sure..but I'm not gonna make the same mistakes again and i'm not going to do anything but pin you, then pin TNT, and easily win myself my first title here in ACW..
Will : If I remember right i've already held a belt before and I AM going to do it again, and you never win because your not a rookie killer your a rookie! NOTHING MORE!
Rookie : Trust me..I'm going to win. I'm going to be the new International champion.....because..you know...L is for Lose and that's all you know how to do..
The crowd cheers loudly as Will Anger looks about to hit rookie before turning and beginning to walk away, not bothering to waste any energy on him.
Will : I don't have time to waste any energy on you right now..I've got to go and get some revenge on the corporate bitch first.. Show him what it's like to have the great skill of Will Anger knock him out....
The crowd cheers again at the face-like words, quieting down in wait before Will finally reaches TNT's locker room. Anger reaches for the door before hesitating, and picking up a pipe that was on the floor. A loud reaction is heard as he quickly opens the door and rushes in nearly stopping immediately from what he sees.
FSX: Hmm?..What are you doing here Will? I've got some thing's to take care of...
Will: I was about to say the same thing...what are you doing here Souls? shouldn't you be getting ready for your match with TNT?
FSX: ... ....Shouldn't you be getting ready for your match with the rookie scum? And…what's with the pipe?
Will : ...Uh...oh this? Well..I was going to..you know...bust TNT open..
The crowd laughs at the thought ,irritating Will, who then tosses down the pipe before looking back up to Fallen.
Will : Your probably here to do something of the same thing right?
FSX: You could say that.. He needs to know what it's like to not be 100% going into a match, and what better way for him to know.... ..you should probably go finish up your prepare though...your gonna need to be focused for when you get your international title shot and there's no better way then making rookie suffer.
Will: Yeah...I'll go out there and destroy him.. Then come back, help you out with your thing...man.. I can see it now; Will Anger against TNT at Genocide..my moment man, my moment!
The crowd has a mixed reaction at the thought but mostly cheer by how Fallen has become so much more irritated.
FSX: ....Will Anger against.. TNT...? What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
Loud Cheers and Laughs are heard as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:26:26 GMT -5
Match 2: “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards vs Will Anger – #1 contender match for the International Title (Credit: AK)
The crowd is getting noticeably louder; though he’s a heel most of the time, tonight Danny Richards’ fans are thick on the ground and Philip has to wait a few seconds for calm before he can announce the next match.
Philip: This is a singles match set for one fall, and it is to determine the #1 contender for the ACW International Title! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown and representing the Senatorial Stable…..Will Anger!
”Ugly” hits, and the fans boo as Anger strides out into the arena lights. He flips them off a little before resuming his normal cold, focused demeanor; he enters the ring and stands silently, staring at the entrance.
Then, “Lamb of God” hits, and the place goes mental even before Philip can start to speak.
Philip: And his opponent, from Blackpool, “The Rookie Monster” Danny Richards!
Rookie emerges with his usual shedload of attitude, but he can’t conceal his pleasure at the sound of the entire arena shouting “MON – STER! MON – STER! MON – STER!” and throwing Kayfabe firmly out of the window. He walks down the ramp, drawing himself up to his full impressive height and basically owning the whole shooting match, taking his time to mount the turnbuckles and enjoy his moment on home soil.
Anger just ignores all of this, but he can’t ignore the huge uppercut that Danny plants on him, making the crowd cheer again and forcing the ref to holler for the bell before things get totally out of control.
Bell Rings.
Rookie continues to bludgeon Anger, but his opponent only takes a few seconds to compose himself and then the fight becomes far more evenly balanced. Toe to toe, the pair blast one another with immense shots for a good 30 seconds, when Rookie makes a slight error and gives Anger the chance to whip him to the ropes. Rookie runs and builds speed, returning toward Anger like a runaway Eddie Stobart truck; Anger ducks and spins, swinging up a kick that knocks Rookie back a step or two. Anger closes in and suplexes his sizable opponent; the people in the front feel the vibration through their seats, and Anger pins. He almost gets 2, however Rookie kicks out with authority and is the first to rise of the pair. He places Anger in a headlock, slowing down the pace of the match to suit his own preferences, and when he’s ready he falls backward into the Victory Slam, driving Anger’s head into the canvas. Rookie pins and gets a 2 count; taking this information on board he stands back up and then lifts up Anger into a long – hold stalling suplex. The fans are impressed, and they cheer as the move hits; Rookie pins again and this time gets past the 2. Anger, however, isn’t content to simply be fodder for the local lad, and if anyone was expecting a walkover Anger proves them to be grossly mistaken as he rolls away from Rookie and then comes running back, clotheslining him down. Anger is true to his moniker and looks livid as he stamps on Rookie; the fans get behind Rookie and try to cheer him into a response. Anger is able to deliver a textbook Whiplash powerbomb, but it only gets a 2 and as Rookie stands back up he gives a very brief smile, an indication that there’s plenty left in the tank for now.
Undeterred, Anger presses on and exchanges a few more blows before executing a sidewalk slam. He follows up by heading to the ropes and springing into a diving headbutt, but Rookie gets out of there sharpish and Anger comes down on to empty canvas. As Anger lands, Rookie goes to the corner that Anger just left and ascends himself – he waits for Anger to rise and then jumps off into a flying clothesline (The Second Coming) that slams Anger back to the mat. Rookie pins and hooks the leg, the fans yell in anticipation of victory, but…..Anger’s shoulder is up at 2.5 and everyone has to concede that Anger’s drive and determination is indeed impressive. Both men want the title shot that victory will bring, and the match is finely poised as the two powerhouses attempt to wear each other down enough to earn that elusive 3 count. Anger delivers a gutwrench powerbomb and a full nelson suplex – to – pin, but Rookie breaks the cover each time; for his part, Rookie aims for and misses the Rookieline on two occasions, and catches Anger out on a dashing attack with the Rookieboot; he also comes close, but is unable to extract the necessary period of stillness from his opponent. The fans are still behind Rookie, and as their cheering reaches a crescendo Rookie goes for broke and storms toward Anger as his foe’s back is turned. Anger’s trying to launch a dropkick but Rookie’s quicker, and he finally nails the Rookieline to thunderous approval. Rookie drops and pins, 1,2,thr – no! Anger kicks, and Rookie is about to bellow in frustration, but then he gets an entirely different idea, one that is outside his usual tactics. As Anger rolls over, Rookie stretches out and dives to lock in…. a crippler crossface! The fans go bonkers, Anger hasn’t been expecting this at all and his eyes almost bulge; his hand wavers and the referee is standing by, but on instinct Anger throws his weight sideways suddenly, and without warning Rookie’s shoulders are down. The ref counts but Rookie keeps the hold and just as the ref gets to 3, Anger flails and makes a tapping notion, not even aware of the count; the bell rings but no one’s sure who’s won, including the ref.
As Rookie and Anger separate, the referee calls for a video playback. Everyone watches and it shows the simultaneous 3 count and submission; the ref confers with the timekeeper, who has left his seat, and then gives Philip the result of the match.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, after careful consideration the referee has decided that….this match is a draw.
No one’s sure exactly how to react, or who is now #1 contender; what is certain is that neither man can yet be considered out of the running. Rookie and Anger stare a little and then Anger smiles and makes it clear to Rookie that next time, he’ll be victorious; Rookie raise an eyebrow and then makes a swipe at Anger, who has to hurriedly jump to the outside. A few insults are exchanged as Anger leaves, and Rookie enjoys the plaudits from the crowd a little longer before he too makes his exit, having proven to everyone that he is a very serious contender for the International Title indeed.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:26:46 GMT -5
Segment: Antagonizing (Credit: Predator)
As we come back from commercials we see Predator walking down the hallways with Wolf, they seem confident in themselves and kick around empty soda cans that lie about. Predator turns a corner before Wolf and stops dead in his tracks to come face to face with FallenSouls. Predator backs up a bit before Fallen Souls speaks up.
FallenSouls: Predator, Predator, Predator...PREDATOR! Remember that time...
Predator begins to back away, Wolf steps infront of him
FallenSouls: Remember that time I whooped your ass? Oh yeah, that one Monday Night, It sure was great. But you couldn't suck it up like a man? Attacking me and my fellow Senatorial Stable Members at every chance you get! That’s unacceptable! Predator, I suggest...
Before FallenSouls can react Wolf begins to push him. FSX, not going to be pushed around, pushes back and Wolf topples over Predator.
FSX: I suggest you leave if you know what’s good for you...then again, I think I'll take the opportunity to do that task instead...
The scene fades from black as Predator tries to get Wolf off of him. We see FSX laughing while he walks down the hall, gawking at the pathetic antics of Predator and Wolf...
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:27:07 GMT -5
Segment: What She Really Wants.... (Credit: BK London)
As we come back from the commercial TNT is shown exercising in his locker room getting prepared for the next match as he hears some mixed reactions from the crowd. Just then BK London walks in with his wrestling gear on and his ACW Championship over his shoulder along with Floppy in hand.
BK: Hey Champ.
TNT the ceases the exercising and takes a towel to wipe the sweat from his head.
TNT: Hey BK, you still carrying that lame bunny around?
BK: Of course man, I don't want Yoko to get it. Then that just ruins the basis of my plan.
TNT: Oh right....right. What was the plan again?
BK: You know I can't tell anyone. But What I can tell you is that tonight Bob is going down. And down hard later tonight.
TNT: It shouldn't be too hard of a job, I mean I just threw him around the ring a few shows. But this time you have no boundaries because its a streetfight. Your type of match.
BK: I know. I even have a little toy for the match against Bob.
TNT: Oh really? What is it?
BK: Hold on.
BK opens the door and he grabs something and closes the door of the room. And then rises up the same croquet mallet Yoko used on him last week in the torture scene.
BK: Yeah man.
TNT: How did you get that?
BK: Oh I have my ways TNT. I have my ways. All I needed was some crazy glue and this bad boy is ready to go. And I know tonight, you have to face FallenSouls. Need some assistance?
TNT: Nah, I'm good. I can take this guy down by myself. He's just talk, nothing too out of the ordinary than the rest of these losers in ACW.
BK: Oh alright.
TNT: Yoko's definitely gonna want to come after you with this.
BK: Let her come. I know all she wants is Mr. Floppy....
TNT: Oh I think she wants more that that, my friend.
BK: What more could she want?
TNT the looks at the belt and then looks at London. London stares back at him and then down to his title. TNT then picks up his title and he slaps BK on his shoulder.
TNT: Hehe. I've got a match, I'll see you later.
TNT walks out his locker room as BK just stares realizing what TNT said.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:27:41 GMT -5
Match 3: Surion vs. Kross (Credit: Wyvern)
The crowd wonders what is going on here, as this match has been done recently. However, everyone’s having a good time tonight, so no one thinks of the upcoming match as a detriment in any way, rather than an exciting opportunity to see the two talents face off again.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, Kross!
The crowd cheers as “Vater Unser” hits, and the man known as Kross emerges. The fans wonder if he can rebound from his last match against Hunter, where he had a less than favourable performance. He heads down to the ring looking determined to do just that, and he climbs into the ring, awaiting his opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, Surion!
The crowd boos as “Fuel” hits, and Surion comes out from the back, looking to lay a beating on Kross. He runs down the ramp, and slides into the ring, meeting Kross right away with blows, even before the bell rings. The ref has no choice but to ring the bell to get the match underway.
The bell rings.
Surion continues to lay a beating on Kross, nailing him with closed fist lefts and rights, sending the holy one reeling early on in tonight’s match-up. Surion takes Kross, and whips him into the ropes, and charges him off of the rebound, taking him down with a shoulder tackle. Surion picks up Kross, but Kross manages to get a few fists into the midsection of Surion, to make him buckle over temporarily, long enough for Kross to hit a scoopslam and drop Surion down to the canvas. Kross then runs the ropes and hits a running elbow drop. He connects, and goes for a quick cover. 1…2…kick out by Surion. Surion fights his way back up to his feet, and delivers a nice DDT, after a few well-placed fists. Kross staggers back up to his feet, as Surion awaits. Surion charges him for a spear, but Kross side-steps him, and whips him over the ropes, garnering a loud pop from the audience. Surion gets up to his feet, and looks nothing short of annoyed, as he bolts back into the ring, and floors Kross with a running lariat. He moves back to Kross, and grabs his legs, and delivers a low blow. The crowd doesn’t appreciate this very much, but Surion is beyond the point of caring, as he places Kross into the ever-famous Texas Cloverleaf! Kross squirms, trying to fight out of the hold, however Surion has a lot of leverage on him, preventing him from being able to escape with just squirming alone. However, Surion didn’t take into account the ring position when the hold was applied, as Kross makes a valiant stretch to the ropes and manages to grasp the rope, forcing a rope break.
With Kross back up, Surion runs at him, and tries to dropkick him, but the quick and agile Kross has enough mobility left from the Cloverleaf to roll out of the way, and hit a dropkick of his own as Surion gets back to his feet. The impact from the dropkick forces Surion over into a corner. With blazing speed, and complete piece of mind, Kross rushes over to Surion, and spins him around, and hits a Tornado DD…NO! Surion catches it, and turns it into a spinning Northern Lights Suplex! He bridges as well, trying to go for a pin. 1…2…kick out by Kross! Both men get to their feet sluggishly, and Surion makes the first move, going for a kick to the stomach, but no! Kross catches it, and nails an enziguri, nailing Surion right in the head! Surion staggers a bit from the blow, before collapsing to the ground. Kross takes this time to look about the ring, and he notices a turnbuckle not far from where Surion is. He runs to the turnbuckle, and hops up to the middle rope, and sits in wait for Surion to come to. Surion staggers back up to his feet, and is totally unaware of his surroundings, as Kross leaps off the middle rope, and nails the Redeemer! Surion crashes back down to the mat, and Kross makes the cover. 1…2…3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner via pinfall, Kross!
The fans cheer wildly as Kross picks up the win here tonight, proving that last Monday’s match against Hunter wasn’t a fall from grace. He celebrates for a few moments, before heading back to go celebrate with the rest of the Nation of Awesomation. As he leaves the ring, an incensed Surion gets up, completely irate over the results of the match. He storms to the back, frustrated from the loss. The camera fades to commercial.
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Post by Wyvern on Mar 17, 2005 13:28:05 GMT -5
Segment : Making an Impact (Credit: FSX)
The camera fades in to see FSX smirking and shaking his head before turning off a TV that was showing the last match.
FSX : Well who didn't see that coming? Will and Rookie talking serious trash and neither of them able to come up with the victory...ah well. This just makes my work for Genocide alot easier...Though....It would probably be nice if TNT SHOWED UP HERE!
After awhile someone is heard at the door, the crowd begins to cheer as FSX gets up and prepares to hit them over the head with a chair as they enter..
Kevin : this is the room Fallen is supposed to be in-- WOAH
FSX sighs as he misses sitting back down.
Kevin : I'm not TNT....just hear for a interview...
FSX : I realized that before I swung the chair... ... Let's get this over with.
Kevin : Uh, right....How do you feel about Will Anger's match with Rookie? Do you believe they'll both get a shot at TNT at genocide?
FSX : Well, first of all, AT ME AT GENOCIDE, it would be a shot against me because I am going to be beating TNT in a little while so don't think that he's going to have the belt then or that anyone will receive a shot, understand?
Kevin : I understand, but would you really not give one of these fine young athlete's a shot for the display they just put on out there?
The crowd cheers in agreement, wanting to see a big International showdown with someone at Genocide.
FSX : Look, I really don't see why I would bother to give either of them a shot, since I've beat rookie already and I've beat Will twice. It's just not worth my time.
Kevin: That is assuming you actually win the match tonight, your thoughts?
FSX: Well I must already have the mental advantage or he would of showed up here already and defended any honour he has...which isn't really any to begin with, but he hasn't and probably won't...I see nothing in my way.
Kevin : I see........Or he could just not be here yet. Alright then, and lastly, what are your thoughts of your stablemates tag team match tonight against New Breed's best.
FSX : New Breed's best consist of a man trying to outdo his famous role as a junior to the bigger of the corporate whores, and one who may have skill, but must be lacking a brain considering he recruited a man who was left low on talent after falling to Ridley, and a man who pretends to be the nicest guy in the world...yet he's really just a overweight person with nothing better to do. No contest.
The crowd cheer somewhat at the remarks to Anthem, but not really enjoying the other attacks as much.
Kevin : I suppose that's true. Well, I'll leave you to your waiting then.
Kevin turns and leaves the locker room quickly, not waiting to get a shot in the back by Fallen. The crowd seemingly confused seeing Fallen turning to look for something better to hit the next person to enter the room before the camera slowly moves up to the shock of many to see TNT standing there behind FSX.
TNT: A mental advantage is it junior? all you seem to have here is the idiot advantage!
The crowd cheers somewhat as FSX turns to get hit with a quick shot to the head, Things moving quickly before FSX, followed by the camera man, are thrown out of TNT's locker room.
FSX : DAMNIT! DAMNIT! The one moment I turn my head! come on!!
The crowd laughs before Will Anger walks into view holding two chairs, seemingly confused at FSX outside of TNT's locker room.
Will :...hey...I got some chair's....figured we could try a double chair shot...or...break his arms or something. Probably would cheer me up from that match..which I should of won by the way..but...you know....uh...what you doing out here Souls?
FSX: Damn TNT took advantage of me being distracted...damn Kevin...damn him!
Will : Oh..well..right, I just don't really know what to do from here..you know? I didn't make a impact.
FSX sighs and looks up at anger before turning away.
FSX : Never stop trying to make an impact...you'll make one eventually. Just choose an objective, stick to it, and don't get in my way.
Fallen then walks away toward the entrance area as the camera focuses on Will thinking.
Will : Make an impact huh...choose a objective… Hmm….well, I guess I already have one..
Anger drops the chairs he was carrying and walks off in the opposite direction as the camera fades to black.
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