Thursday Night Meltdown 17th March 2005

[Wyvern]

Match 6: Davey vs. RDK (Credit: Latino)

Phillip: Coming to the ring at a weight of 221 lbs. and part of New Breed…..Davey Marvel!

“Judith” by A Perfect Circle starts playing as Davey comes out from the back. He is welcomed by a not so happy response as the fans truly show how they really feel about him. Davey pays them no mind as he continues his walk down the ramp and slides inside the ring. He gives a few unneeded comments towards the ref as RDK is announced.

Phillip: And his opponent weighing in at 245 lbs and part of the Nation of Awesomation…..R..D..K!

RDK comes out to a huge pop as the fans get to their feet cheering and holding many signs such as “RDK” and one long row of fans that spell out “OOOOOoohh Yeaaa!” RDK smiles seeing the amount of applause he has received and then turns his attention to Davey as he nears the ring inch by inch. He steps through the ropes and looks squarely at Davey as the ref does his job explaining the rules.

The Bell Rings.

The match comes to a big start as Davey kicks RDK and gives him the Davey DDT. He immediately starts punching RDK repeatedly across the face until the ref pulls Davey off of him. Davey yells out a quick insult to the ref and gives RDK a kick to the face knocking RDK outside the ring as he rolls underneath the ropes. Davey drops to the mat and follows his opponent with an evil smile. He grabs RDK by the hair running straight towards the steel steps. RDK reaches behind him and picks up Davey sending him straight into the steel turnbuckle. Davey falls on his back hitting hard against the outside mats. RDK starts playing off to the crowd as they chant his name “RDK! RDK! RDK!” He stands up Davey and gives him a strong right to the face sending him over the steel steps. As RDK walks around the steps Davey gets up quickly and with exact precision gives RDK the T-Bone suplex. He stands up RDK putting him in position for the Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex but RDK blocks it standing still. He starts headbutting Davey in true Al Snow fashion until Davey breaks the hold. Davey takes a few steps back and RDK tries for a clothesline but it’s reversed into a backbody drop. RDK is rolled back into the ring and Davey climbs the apron. Waiting for RDK to get up and into the position Davey comes springboarding off the top turnbuckle and gives his opponent the Nightmare, but RDK falls back in the nick of time leaving Davey to land square on his ass in pain. RDK notices the window of opportunity and locks on the Sharpshooter. Davey writhes in pain as he struggles to get to the ropes. The ref asks if he quits and Davey tells the ref to “Fuck Off!” RDK leans down applying as much pressure as he can but Davey finally makes it to the ropes hugging them for deal life. The ref forces RDK to break the hold as Davey tries to get up. Davey is Irish Whipped towards the ropes and RDK runs the opposite. As both men come together to collide Davey ducks and pulls the back of RDK’s head slamming it into the mat. Davey walks back to the outside apron as RDK lays motionless on the mat. He springboards once more this time for the Marvel. Finally, Davey nails it perfectly and goes for the cover. The ref slides onto the mat for the One…Two…Thre- kick out just barely by RDK. The look on Davey is obviously one that no one would want to receive. He starts yelling at the ref that it was a three count but the ref says two. Davey grabs hold of the ref arguing with him trying to force him to agree. He throws the ref against the mat who gets back up not wanting to lay down for anyone. He pushes Davey but Davey grabs him by the face and gives him The Davey DDT. The ref crawls close to the timekeeper and calls for the bell. Davey looks again as if he has fallen into the 5th level of anger as he here’s the announcement from Phil.

Phillip: Here is your winner out of disqualification…RDK!

As RDK gets back up Davey turns his attention to him determined to feel some satisfaction. RDK uses the turnbuckle for support but Davey comes crashing against RDK with a shoulder block. He repeats this action over and over as RDK’s look of pain increases with each passing second. He starts wailing on the back of RDK as more and more ACW officials comes running from the back. Davey throws two or three aside and gives RDK a big kick to the back. He finally stops and leaves the ring somewhat content as words can be heard from RDK mentioning his back.

[Wyvern]

Segment: Fallout Commercial (Credit: Senator)

Anthony Kalb. ACW Junior Champion.

Beau James. SSW World Champion.

Two titles, two champions, one match, one show: Fallout. Tune into Fallout this Saturday to see Anthony Kalb of the Senatorial Stable defend his hard earned ACW Junior title against Beau James' unsanctioned SSW World Title. Will Anthony manage to overcome the esoteric rules of the SSW Title to be a double champ, or will the King of Kingsport find the determination within himself to obtain his very first ACW title? There's only one way to find out, and that's by watching Saturday Night Fallout this very week, come for the titles, stay for the entertainment!

Fade out.

[Wyvern]

Match 7: Ridley vs. Latino – Special Referee Ginger (Credit: Wyvern)

The fans in the audience here tonight are on edge for the following match, which has two men facing off against each other with the person both men probably want to kill as their special guest referee. There are signs in the crowd that say things like “Orange Darkness > Corporate Alliance” and “Latino + St. Patrick’s Day = Drunken Victory”. Fans discuss amongst themselves whom they think will win this contest, and how the special guest referee will play a part in tonight’s match. Phillip enters the ring to get things underway.

Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, hailing from New York, New York, Latino!

”Lowrider” hits, and a very large pop ensues, as the fan favorite Latino enters the arena floor, looking ready to roll. He strolls down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans, and very eager to get this match underway. The fans wonder how Ginger will react to him, stemming from the incident earlier tonight. Latino climbs into the ring, and awaits his opponent, and even more importantly, the ref in this match. However, the lights begin to fail…<br>
GONG…<br>
GONG…<br>
GONG…<br>
“Puritania” kicks up over the P.A., and everyone still stands on their feet as the Lord of Hardcore, Ridley, approaches the entranceway.

Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Birmingham, Alabama, the Lord of Hardcore, Ridley!

Ridley finally emerges, wearing his trademark cape, and strolling down to ringside with an ever-menacing gaze. He drags his Tag Team title belt with him, as he heads to ringside. Looking as if he’s ready to tear Latino completely apart, he stands on the ring apron, and the lights come back to their full force. Ridley drops his Tag Team title belt on the apron, and enters the ring, removing his cape while still staring down Latino, waiting for Ginger.

Phillip: And the special guest referee for tonight’s match-up, he is the Chairman of the ACW, Chairman Ginger!

A very loud torrent of boos welcome the Chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling as he makes his way down to the ring. Many fans loathe him now, due to his obvious favoritism towards the two champs that are BK and TNT, forging the Corporate Alliance. He wears a standard referee shirt, and looks to have even more authority then usual. He enters the ring, and immediately the gaze between BK and Ridley turns into both men staring Ginger directly in the eyes. Ginger explains to them that he is the authority in this match, more importantly in the ACW, and that he’s going to be impartial and so forth, but Latino cuts him off by piefacing him, causing Ginger to fall over, as the Chairman calls for the bell.

The bell rings.

Ridley and Latino lock up right away at mid-ring, which Ridley gets an advantage and does a double leg takedown, and starts to lay into Latino, until Latino swings it over and does the same. Trying to avoid an all-out fistfight, Ginger breaks it up, receiving a few “accidental” swings by Latino and Ridley in the process. He brings them both back to their respective corners, with both men causing him grief, as he brings Ridley back to his corner, but when he tries to bring Latino back, Ridley is right beside him again, and vice versa. Ginger gives up trying to separate the two, and they go at it again, and this time Latino gets the upperhand, as he places Ridley in an armbar, but Ridley quickly grabs Latino and hits a well-executed snapmare reversal. He then soccer-style kicks Latino in the back, but oddly enough, the trademark snap isn’t as pronounced. Ginger moves over to Ridley and starts getting in his face about the lack of violence Ridley has displayed in the match as of so far. Ridley scoffs as Latino gets back up to his feet. Ridley charges Latino, looking to connect with a Yakuza kick, but Latino catches him and slams him to the ground. He grabs Ridley’s legs, and nails a low blow onto Ridley. This incenses Ginger, who pulls Latino aside, and threatens to disqualify him. Latino starts to argue back with him, and the crowd begins to boo as it looks to be a trademark Ginger distraction, as Ridley sneaks up on Latino, and spins him around and…puts an arm around his shoulder, and talks to him for a little bit. The two seem to be communicating something to each other about the match, and Ginger’s starting to get really pissed off. He walks up to the two of them, and threatens to fire them if they don’t wrestle right here, right now.

[Wyvern]

Ridley and Latino stare at each other, then at Ginger, and nod. All of a sudden, it appears time has slowed down in the ring, oh wait, it’s just Ridley and Latino, who move towards each other as fast as Dusty Rhodes in a moshpit. They reach each other at mid-ring and SLOWLY grapple. Ridley “manages” to win the epic fifteen second grapple, by putting Latino into a very loose headlock. He takes Latino, and backs into the ropes ever so slowly, and Latino shoves him into an Irish whip. Ridley WALKS to the ropes, and when he reaches them, he stops, and turns around, and walks back, shouting “Lariato!” on the way. Ridley comes back with his arm extended. Latino inclines his head to duck the thing and gives Ridley a "roaring" forearm that's more like a "whimpering forearm," knocking him back, and walks toward him for a shoulderblock. The crowd laughs hysterically, much to the ire of Ginger. Ginger starts to freak out, screaming and cussing at the two contestants. Seeing this, Latino notices Ridley is slowly recovering from the “shoulderblock” and it’s almost too late, as Ridley goes for a Yakuza kick, but Latino catches it, and slow-mo dragonscrews Ridley down to the mat, so slow that the thud sounds much like dropping a pillow onto the ground. Ridley slowly gets up to one knee, as Latino screams out in Engrish “OH YEAH, SHIIINING WIZAAAAHD” and “rushes” at Ridley. He jumps up on Ridley’s knee, but he’s too slow to connect, as he falls back down to the mat, causing Ginger’s face to turn a deep red. He screams even more, as the crowd starts to heckle him and his failing attempt at having a real match. Ridley and Latino get back up to their feet, and grapple once again. Latino gets Ridley into a waistlock, but Ridley kicks him in the groin. Ginger laughs at Latino, as Ridley places him in a waistlock, and as if things couldn’t get any crazier, Latino back kicks Ridley in the groin, and seeing how this is completely obvious what they are doing, Ginger goes to pull them apart, but Latino “accidentally” nails Ginger as Ridley staggers away, and this kick actually has a lot of force to it. Ginger crumples to the ground.

The two men stand around and laugh at Ginger for a moment, before returning to the match. Ridley grapples Latino again, but Latino manages to snapmare Ridley to the ground, and he goes for one of Ridley’s trademark soccer kicks! It connects, but Ridley just laughs, calling the move “weak”. Not moving from the position, Latino kicks two more times, yet still garnering the same effect. Ridley finally steps up, and snapmares Latino down to the mat. He hits a kick, but very quickly mentions something.

Ridley: Wait…you can’t see it from there…hang on.

Ginger stirs back to his feet, as Ridley turns around, and Ridley snapmares Ginger, with Latino looking on. He nails a soccer kick with full force, the snap sound made echoing throughout the arena. Latino moves over behind Ginger, as Ridley speaks.

Ridley: Like that.

Latino: Like this? *KICK*

Ridley: Put the hip into it, more like this. *KICK*

Latino: OK, so...*KICK*

Ridley: Yeah, getting better.... *KICK*

Ginger flails about, as he is probably going to be pissing blood for the next couple of days, as the two men laugh hysterically at him. Ginger then calls for the bell, seemingly having enough of this nonsense.

Phillip: The match has been declared a no-contest, due to a double-disqualification.

The crowd boos somewhat at Ginger’s action, but Ridley and Latino don’t seem to mind the announcement at all. Ginger gets irritated even further by the two men’s reactions, and shoves both of them simultaneously, which proves to be a big mistake. Ridley kicks Ginger, and spins him around in the Curbstomp position, as Latino takes his cue and leaps to the top rope. Ridley and Latino execute the Curbstomp and the Last Night’s Hangover with a fluidity rarely seen in the ACW, leaving Ginger motionless on the ground. They begin to talk smack and kick the fallen Ginger, to the delight of the crowd. Eventually, they head backstage to a thunderous response, as the camera fades to commercial.

[Wyvern]

Match 8: BK London vs. Bob – Streetfight for Mr. Floppy (Credit: AK)

The fans in Manchester have seen ACW up close and personal, and they have enjoyed every minute of it. Philip smiles at their enthusiasm as he enters the ring to announce one of the key matches of the night, as they are back from their final commercial break.

Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a singles match to be fought under streetfight rules. Introducing first, from Los Angeles California…….Bob Di’Las!

”Crowdpleaser” bursts into life and the fans are on their feet as Bob comes out on to the entrance ramp; he has his arms held high, and he pauses to appraise some of the local female talent before heading to the ring. He slides in and climbs the turnbuckles, then moves back to the centre mindful of what is riding on the outcome of this match.

Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn New York, the current ACW World Champion…….BK London!

”Two Words” sends the crowd into a frenzy of booing, and this only increases as BK walks down to the ring with his title in one hand, and Floppy in the other.[/i]

BK enters the ring and stares Bob down. Bob stares right back.

Bob: ………you’re gonna give Floppy back, BK, because you’re about to get…..

Crowd: SWERVED!!

BK raises an eyebrow and then without warning kicks Bob to the mat. The crowd boos as the referee calls for the bell.

Bell rings.

As Bob gets up BK hands his belt over to a ringside official and props Floppy up in a corner to watch the match. He returns quickly and goes straight for his Yakuza kick from hell, however Bob ducks it without difficulty and BK turns around to be smashed with a powerful blow to the face from a fired – up Bob. The fans yell approval as Bob lights into BK, driving him back toward the corner; once there Bob jumps up on to the first rope for some extra height before delivering a counted 10 – punch. With BK reeling Bob backs off a few feet to use his Bobert Flip, however BK is ready for this and he steps forward, catching Bob in the air and converting the move into a sitout powerbomb. BK holds Bob to the mat as the referee slides in for the count, 1,2 – Bob thrusts an arm in the air and the pair part, neither looking ready to concede an inch to his opponent. They move in close and engage in some more hand to hand fighting; BK’s blows are stronger but Bob’s connect more regularly until both men are becoming a little fatigued. Seeing that BK’s reactions have slowed a bit, Bob uses a simple DDT to further hamper him and then runs to the corner to get some elevation for his frankensteiner. Again, though, BK has thought ahead; he forces himself up and rushes after Bob so that the pair clash balanced on the turnbuckle. BK hits Bob with a dizzying punch and then makes the crowd gasp as he shows off his “Vintage London” from the top rope; the ring shakes violently on impact and BK hooks both legs, not interested in putting on a display but keen to humiliate Bob with as fast a win as possible. Bob, of course, has no intention of complying – he kicks strongly, and there’s a momentary flicker of concern on BK’s face before he brings his focus back to the match.

Bob gets up quickly, and BK glowers darkly at him; Bob’s keen to strike back right away, however perhaps he’s a little too keen, and his charge gets translated into a flapjack. Even before Bob hits the canvas, BK is putting the next phase of his plan into action – he heads to the nearest turnbuckle and rips off the protective padding. Due to the angle, Bob doesn’t see what BK has done; he attacks, trying for his Bodyscissor to Bulldog combination, but this just gives BK the opportunity he needs to punt Bob head first into the exposed turnbuckle. The crowd audibly winces and there’s a small amount of blood on Bob’s hand as he turns around, holding his nose; before he can fully appraise the situation BK completes his ricochet from the opposite ropes and delivers a mighty spear. Bob gets a further small injury on his back from the impact with the exposed metal, but as BK pulls him clear of the ropes and pins Bob’s fuse is about to expire. He not only kicks before 2 but actually throws BK off of him; surging with energy, Bob yells at BK and tricks him into another fast charge. Bob rolls backward to the ropes and holds the middle one down so that BK plunges to the outside, landing with a heavy THUMP; Bob slides out after him and he’s ready to take full advantage of the streetfight rules. Philip seems to have chosen this particular moment to stand up and stretch his legs, which “conveniently” provides an empty chair for Bob to make use of. The crowd screams with delight as Bob goes postal on BK, battering him with the chair until he scores a direct hit to BK’s forehead that makes him start to bleed profusely. BK curls up into a ball to protect himself, and Bob taunts him again, but he gets a little too close and BK springs back to life, grabbing the chair from Bob who has to make a speedy retreat back into the ring.

[Wyvern]

BK is right behind Bob, and now he has the chair in his hand. He pursues Bob about, but Bob won’t be intimidated – he stops, turns around, ducks a swing from BK and then drops to the canvas, using his B Boy sweep to take BK off of his feet. Kicking the chair a few feet away, Bob stomps BK until he rolls over on to his chest in his attempt to get up, and then with lightning speed somersaults into the Dancing Camel. Bob applies as much force as he can; BK’s pain is apparent but with BK now also becoming seriously angry, his own strength is increasing and he makes a dive for the ropes which Bob can’t prevent. Bob realises the hold won’t work, and as BK recovers himself he races to the near corner and climbs it, raising his arms to signal for “This Party is Over”. BK sees it with about a second to impact – there’s no time to counter but he is able to duck, and Bob lands safely on his feet with impressive agility. The geography’s against Bob, however; BK has seen the chair at his feet and he snatches it up before throwing it to Bob. Bob catches it…..and then takes a thunderous Shades of Michaels, which drives the chair right into his face; it almost KO’s Bob on the spot, and he falls backward, the chair still over his face. Eyes alight with cruel intent, BK starts kicking and stamping his opponent so that even the violence – loving crowd starts to sound uncomfortable; when BK picks up the chair to start hitting Bob with it, Bob has a crimson mask across his face which is a mirror of the one he has given to BK. The referee, fearing for the safety of BK’s opponent, tries to get BK to back off so that he can judge whether Bob is able to continue and BK does seem to hear him after a minute or so. He backs away, smirking…… but the crowd goes nuts as Bob staggers back up to his feet, extremely dazed but unwilling to concede even under these circumstances. BK glares and then slides silently out of the ring; he grasps something from beneath it and the crowd shouts in alarm as they see…. a croquet mallet, very similar to the kind favoured by Yoko. Bob tries to defend himself but is too weak; in almost a carbon copy of the Flower of Carnage herself, BK strikes Bob in the abdomen and concludes with a skull – splitting blow to his head. No amount of spirit can overcome such an assault, and Bob lies still as BK covers for the 1,2,3.

Philip: Here is your winner…….BK London!

The crowd boos furiously as BK stands over Bob, smirking nastily; the noise, however, changes in tone and BK turns just in time to see Yoko rushing to the ring from the crowd to snatch Mr. Floppy back. BK slides out of the ring and grabs Floppy; he thunders up the ramp and disappears into the back, with Yoko hot on his heels……

[Wyvern]

BK London sprints down the various hallways in the arena in an attempt to shake off Yoko, but she is not letting her eyes off of him like on Warfare. However, she can't seem to catch up to him.

After a long chase, BK plows around a corner and ducks into the ACW boiler room, hoping Yoko will run by, still in pursuit. She does.

BK: Whew.

Mr. Floppy: Hey!

BK clenches his teeth, having not expected the doll to talk. He ducks behind some pipes and waits to see if Yoko heard. She appears at the door and enters.

Yoko: You can hide BK, but you can't....Hide!

Mr. Floppy: Over here.

BK swears to himself and hits the doll against one of the pipes, and decides to step out and face her. They confront each other.

Yoko: Give him back, BK.

BK: Bob lost, I get to keep him!

She steps toward BK, causing him to step back.

Mr. Floppy: You know she's going to hurt you if you don't let me go, right?

BK: She's going to pay big time for torturing me, I swear it.

BK backs into the wall, looks to his left, and smiles. He's next to the boiler. He quickly turns some valves and opens the gate as the flames ignite. Yoko stops in her tracks.

BK: Back away or he's torched.

Yoko: ...Don't even think about it.

She steps forward again and reaches out. BK moves Mr. Floppy closer to the boiler.

BK: Do you want him to burn or something? How about you, Mr. Floppy? Do you want to burn?

Mr. Floppy hangs limp in BK's hand, not answering.

Yoko: BK...You should know, I-

She cuts off her own sentence and lunges for Mr. Floppy, having just talked as a distraction. BK reacts fast though, and simply tosses him into the flames, slamming the gate shut after. Yoko pauses and her jaw drops.

Silence passes between her and BK as they watch the burning, and then Yoko suddenly collapses, fainting. BK smirks, and turns off the fire. He gives her a nice kick to the gut while she's out of it, and exits.

After a few moments, she wakes up and looks around the empty room. She quickly remembers what happened, and scrambles toward the boiler. She opens the gate and pulls out Mr. Floppy...or what's left of him.

She examines him all over, he's in extremely bad shape. His fur is burnt off, his stitching is crispy and black. One of his eyes is in the process of melting, but the cooling hardened it before it got too bad. The other eye was not so lucky, it melted and spread over the entire right side of his head before cooling.

She shakes him a few times, he remains limp. Tears begin to form in her eyes. She shakes him again, and gets the same response. She sits down on the floor of the boiler room and clutches him close to her chest, and begins to cry.

As the camera fades, questions arise:

Will Ginger get his revenge on Ridley and Latino?

Will Rose live up to her promise to Wyvern?

Will Yoko avenge Mr. Floppy?

These questions, and many more wait to be answered. However, only time will reveal the true conclusions of these mortal contests. Genocide awaits, only nine days away! Tune in on Monday to see the final actions made before the PPV!

Fade to Black.

End of Show.


(OOC: Post match segment credited to Yoko.)

[Latino]

Great job Wyvern putting the show together. As usual the show itself was great and thanks for everyone doing their part.

[Davey Marvel]

Great Job....

[Fallen Souls]

ok..my match was pretty screwed up ;D great show

[Santiago Rivera]

lol..ridley said nobody reads the matches so he was gonna put wierd stuff in. LoL *the stripper hits and fsx comes out*

THE FROZEN TUNA!


great show..NOT FLOPPY!!!!

[Shawn]

Great Show

Ridley's match owns you

[The Senator]

"This gets a huge pop and a "Mortal Kombat" chant as Fallen crouches down and makes a Rhyno-esque "come on" gesture at the unsuspecting TNT's back. He turns around, and that proves to be his immediate undoing, as FSX charges forward and screams "GORO RUUUUUUUUUUUUSH" before GORE GORE GORE-ing TNT to the mat with all four arms."
;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
By far the most hilarious thing I have ever seen in ACW, the Latino/Ridley "match" was close behind, though.

[The Senator]

Anyone who does not read the matches is missing out on some golden stuff there....I am still laughing from the slo-mo-puro, as well as that MK spot ;D

[hunter]

Great Show

And as goes my tradition:

FSX vs. TNT >>> Your Soul