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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:30:36 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 14th April 2005
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------------
Diva Round - Robin part 1 Carma vs. Jessie Hall
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TNT vs. “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards
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Daredevil vs. Mystery Opponent
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Vinnie Dulario vs. Bladeseika
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Jake Cheng & Davey Marvel vs. G-Unit – ACW Tag Titles
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The Senator vs. RDK - FH Battle Royal Training Match
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Yoko & Jade vs. The Capitalists
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BK London vs. Angelo Giovanni
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:33:27 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Reunited... (Credit: BK)
Meltdown blazes into life with a storm of pyro; the crowd’s on its feet as the camera pans over them, they are fully expecting another night of drama and surprises. The titantron comes to life, and a familiar figure appears; BK London is seen walking down the corridor looking in locker rooms as if he is searching for something. He begins looking into the locker rooms and then he comes upon the Divas Locker room, BK is hesitant before he enters the room. Just then he says to himself, fuck it and he enters the room. As he enters Carma and Jessie, who are just in towels talking to each other begin screaming as they see BK enter the locker room.
BK: Where is she?
Carma: Wher....Where is who?
BK: Kiley....Geez. You’re not as smart as you look are you?
Jessie: Oh um..BK, Kiley is in the back getting her make up touched up.
BK: Thanks Jessie. How are you and DD going?
Jessie: Ok I guess.
BK: Nice rack...
With all the talking Jessie doesn't realize that her towel has dropped lower and it is revealing her Victoria's Secret Lingerie. Jessie pulls back up her towel and blushes as BK heads to the back of the Divas Locker room where Kiley is seen in the make up chair.
BK: Kiley, you ready for tonight?
Kiley: Hell yeah BK.
Kiley is then turned around in the chair revealing a sling on her arm, still from the injury earlier sustained last month at Genocide in the Triple Threat Match. They lock lips in a lustful kiss. The two then release the lip lock.
BK: Listen, I am planning to go out there and have a little talk with the crowd. Maybe stir up some animosity for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. So I do not want you to come to the ring with me at that time because something could happen and I don't want you to re-injure your arm. You’re not even supposed to be here.
Kiley: What?! Come on, I came back to valet with you to the ring...
BK: You will not accompany me to the ring and that is final but I do have a match with Angelo later tonight and it would be great if you joined me ringside at that time. You just stay back here and watch what I do best…<br> Kiley(sighs): Ok, be careful.
BK: Be careful? You must mean for my opponent tonight...
Kiley laughs and the two depart as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:37:25 GMT -5
Segment: Facing the Music Part 1 (Credit: Jake Cheng and Daredevil)
The next scene opens with a shot of a hallway on the far side of the ACW arena. This hallway only has one room, the janitorial closet and as every ACW fan knows this is where “Mr. Fallout” El Froggy Mask resides. Jake Cheng sits alone outside of the janitorial closet, on the floor. Froggy exits the locker room and gives Jake a strange look. Jake doesn’t seem to move and his eyes are closed. Froggy hops around Jake in an attempt to wake him up. After his futile attempts, Froggy goes back into the closet and shuts the door. Jake shakes his head and goes back into his deep meditation.
A door opens at the left side of the hallway, the back entrance. Daredevil pokes his head through the door and enters in his with his gym bag and LW title. Daredevil also gives Jake a weird look but thinks nothing of it and keeps walking. He doesn’t get much farther before a voice is heard.
Jake: That title looks better on me, you know.
Daredevil: How so?
Jake opens his eyes and stands up. The two get in each other’s face as DD drops his gym bag and title. They stare each other down for a bit then begin to laugh.
Jake(starting to calm down): So how ya doing, man? Why are you coming in the back door?
DD: Not so bad meself. I always come in this way. It is closer to my locker room. And I dodge all the paparazzi.
Jake laughs again.
Jake: Paparazzi, that's a good one.
DD: I was being serious.
Jake: Oh....
DD: So what brings you to the dark side of the arena?
Jake: Well I have been kinda avoiding Davey and Wyvern this week. I heard they are pissed at me for the Top Draw thing last week. Froggy said I could crash at his place. But I hope they take me back after the surprise I show them. What about you, man? What is up with that McCarty guy?
DD: Meh. Basically he's just a piece of shit that somehow managed to wander in here, get a contract and do bugger all but torment me.
Jake Cheng: Interesting, well good luck with keeping that title. ACW just signed some new Lightweights who will probably be wanting a shot at that title. Now I have to go face the music.
DD: Hey man, you’ll be ok. I know it can be hard, but at least when he dumped you first time round it never broke your ankle. Have a good one.
Jake Cheng: Thanks, man.
DD walks down the hallway, and out of sight. Jake gets ready, and prepares himself for the worst…….
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:38:25 GMT -5
Segment: A warning of what’s to come (Credit: TNT)
The camera shifts elsewhere backstage, and follows someone in a hood, of course everyone knows it’s TNT. He wore this attire before he teamed with the Corporate alliance, who had a more formal wear, now he’s himself...
The Crowd doesn't seem to know what to do at the sight of TNT, they either Jeer or Cheer, and they do both…<br> ...He seems to be walking somewhere, and he walks a little bit and stops....dead in his tracks, just stops...and does a half stare behind him, which only reveals his mouth, since his hoodie's entrance attire's shadow is covering his eyes...
....Nobody seems to know what his expression is, or what his feelings are…until he starts to speak.
TNT: Hey!, Yo! You! Junior, with the camera....yeah you! Don't point at yourself like you all confused…what the hell do you want? An Interview? I don't see that pansy of a man Anderson anywhere....no Hot Charlotte....what?
TNT goes to the camera man, and takes the camera from him.
TNT: This is how you film REAL Tv...
The camera goes into TNT's Perspective....
...and he kicks the former camera man down and laughs.
TNT: moron....
TNT Throws the camera back on the cameraman, rendering it useless....
..Another Camera is shown on TNT, and he looks at it.
TNT: Hunter, this is your fate, don't ever try to play me over, and this camera man? trying to follow me, like you are trying to follow my accomplishments? Eh EH, not gonna work. Let me tell you something, my accomplishments are forever, they are infinite, then are Endless....nobody can follow them. I've held 4 Different Titles in this Federation, No one’s ever done that before.....I know its hard to believe but people look at me all the time, Not cause of my good looks.....but cause they want to drown in my greatness! They've never felt anything like it....and all the women, have never 'felt, anything like it'!
You can hear the women scream in the background and TNT smirks.
TNT: Rookie, you complete joke of a wrestler, you will be a example, of what I'm going to do to Hunter. Not cause you absolutely suck, but because Hunter....is frikin crazy....and You're gonna be almost close to a...sacrifice...sorry.....don't worry, You'll get your beating by The Real Fucking Deal, TNT, so Don't worry, You'll blend in with the crowd, cause who hasn't lost to me?...Heh.....
TNT smirks once more, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:38:49 GMT -5
Segment: Doctor’s orders (Credit: Wyvern)
The camera fades into the New Breed locker room. Wyvern is currently by himself, getting looked at by a doctor. Wyvern sits on top of a table, as the doctor examines Wyvern's head for any more areas of concern, besides the stitched-up area on his forehead, stemming from the Russian Chain match at Genocide. The doctor stops examining Wyvern, and applies a bandage over the stitches on Wyvern's forehead, in an attempt to keep them from opening up. The doctor then sighs, before speaking.
Doctor: Well...I guess you're cleared for Fallen Heroes.
Wyvern: That's great doc. I was worried this was going to be a problem. Now, I've just got to worry about Hunter this Monday.
Wyvern hops down from the table, forgetting about his injury to his inner-thigh "region", thanks to Ridley's strategically-placed weedwhacker shot. The doctor notices this, and a sense of alarm arises in the doctor's facial expression.
Wyvern: However, I'm sure I'll be...
The doctor cuts him off.
Doctor: Is there something you forgot to mention? We'll have to take a look at that.
Wyvern: No doc... Don't... please.
Doctor: Table. Now.
Wyvern lies on the table, and does the necessary removal of his pants for the doctor to examine the injured region. Wyvern's face is beet red with embarrassment, and he doesn't bother looking as the doctor examines the area.
Doctor: ...If you were wondering Wyvern, I don't do the whole guy-on-guy stuff, so you can relax.
He examines a little bit more, truly being a professional and not George Michael.
Doctor: Well, it appears to be healing, as it only resembles a beaten and lacerated sausage link. You're lucky for that much. It should heal in no time, considering it looks like it's been there for awhile. One quick question though: How did you get the beans above the frank?
Wyvern springs his head up, to examine the area, while the doctor laughs.
Doctor: I was just joking. Anyways, you're still cleared for Fallen Heroes, so you can zip up and be about your business.
Wyvern zips up very promptly, and starts to get up. He hops off the table, and grabs his International title.
Wyvern: Great. That's really good news. Now I've got to get ready for next Monday, so when I face Hunter I...
The doctor cuts him off again.
Doctor: No. You're not going to face anyone before next Saturday. No one. That's why I gave you clearance for Fallen Heroes. Any more aggravations of your head injury could easily place you on the injured reserve of any professional sport, while a shot to the jewels could make your only way for procreation a signature on a federal form. Heed my advice, and don't compete. I've dealt with you enough since you came back to wrestling, and seeing how one time proved to be a work, I don't want to waste my time. Do yourself a favor, and listen to me for once.
Wyvern slowly nods his head in approval, reluctant but understanding of the risks he could be subject to.
Doctor: Very good Wyvern. The best of luck to you at Fallen Heroes, and let's hope I don't have to hear from you! Take care!
The doctor leaves, as Wyvern looks around the room with a disappointed expression. He slings the International Title over his shoulder, and walks towards the door, as the lights flicker. Wyvern springs around. A few seconds later, he sighs and exits the room.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:39:52 GMT -5
Match 1: Diva Round Robin part 1 - Carma vs. Jessie
The crowd’s noisy response as the cameras cut back to the main arena shows that they’re ready for the night’s action to begin. Philip’s ready too, and twirls his mic as he gets down to business.
Philip: Tonight’s first match is part of the “Diva Round Robin” contest. Introducing first, from Charlotte, NC……..Carma Langley!
”Supermodel” hits, and Carma gets a reasonable pop, which increases as the men in the front are treated to a view of her beautiful figure. She strides to the ring and slides in, walking around a little more.
Then “Take a Look Around” hits, and Jessie arrives to a strong positive reaction.
Philip: And her opponent, From Cardiff, Wales…….Jessie Hall!
Jessie smiles and waves to the fans; she’s been having plenty of training, but she lacks pure match experience. Nevertheless she looks determined as she enters the ring. The ref makes a quick final check, then calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Carma and Jessie run at one another; Jessie gets the better of this first exchange, knocking Carma down. Carma though gets up very quickly, and the ladies exchange a few slaps before Carma hits a strong Suplex. She pins, and gets just short of 2; Jessie kips up, and surprises Carma with a mighty kick to the gut. A neckbreaker follows, and Jessie makes a cover of her own, with similar results. The fans start to clap and cheer for both women, and this spurs them on to increase their efforts; they lock up, and Carma tries out her DDT. She pins again and gets 2; not willing to lose her advantage, she pulls Jessie up and whips her into the corner. Jessie looks dazed, and Carma runs forward – but Jessie’s playing possum, and she springs up to the second rope so that Carma strikes her legs. Jessie then reaches down and pulls off a Tornado DDT before Carma can spot the danger, pins, and get just past 2 before Carma kicks out. Carma is now getting a little annoyed at her less experienced opponent’s success, and retaliates with a rake of the eyes. Jessie is delayed as she tries to get up, and Carma rolls to her feet, measuring her next move out carefully. The fans try to shout a warning, but Carma is super – quick and she spears Jessie down, delivering several slaps and hair – pulls while taunting her opponent. Jessie yells in pain, but takes revenge by grabbing Carma and rolling over to pin; Carma has to fight hard, and only breaks out just before the 3 count.
The two women separate, but there’s almost a kind of magnetic attraction between them; they draw close again and trade several slaps and kicks until Jessie whips Carma to the ropes. Carma accelerates and tries to spear Jessie again – but Jessie gets out of the way and Carma ends up diving out of the ring. With the fans cheering, Jessie steps through the ropes and shows what she’s learnt with a moonsault from the apron; it might not be as spectacular as some of the other superstars’ variants, but it’s neatly executed and gets a good pop. Both women lay on the outside a little before Jessie gets up and pulls Carma back to the ring; she rolls in herself and pins, but Carma kicks at 2, and has evidently taken the chance to recover after being hit, letting the less – savvy Jessie haul her back to the ring. Carma now turns on the power, hitting Jessie with a continuous stream of blows and forcing her back toward a corner. Jessie defends, but is being worn down. She steps up to the second rope to try another Tornado DDT, but this time Carma’s ready for it, and she grabs Jessie by the arms, pulling her off of the turnbuckle and back to the centre of the ring. Jessie kicks at her, but Carma slips behind and then dropkicks Jessie in the back. Jessie gets up, still hoping to recover, and ducks Carma’s kick before launching one of her own. It connects, and Jessie lifts Carma up to try for the Stunt Bomb. Carma thrashes, and Jessie can’t complete it, being forced to drop her; Carma runs to the nearby ropes and rushes back to knock Jessie down. She lifts her up, and her greater practice pays off as she delivers the powerbomb. Carma pins, and the ref counts the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner……Carma!
Carma gets up, and then helps Jessie to her feet to a loud pop. The women shake hands, and head to the back; Carma is one step closer to her re match with Rena, but can she keep the momentum going?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:40:42 GMT -5
Segment: Same goal, very different method (Credit: Blade / Ridley)
The scene begins with Blade in the ACW parking lot. He appears to have just arrived as, while he is already wearing his uniform, his is still carrying his sporting bag. He arrives at the entrance to the arena and is about to open the door to the building when a voice from behind calls his name. Blade is startled by this and jumps for a second, before recognizing the voice. He turns around and faces the one man who can somehow stay hidden from Blade’s acute senses, Ridley. He’s a little annoyed, even for his usual temperament, and he strides forward till he is within striking range.
Blade: Hello…<br> Ridley: You know, I was under the impression we were on the same side here.
Blade: Same side? What are you talking about? We have always been on opposite sides, you and I. You have always veered towed the darkness and evil of the world while I strove to venture into that known to be light and good.
Ridley: Blade, don't be an idealist; you know as well as I do the relativity of those pathetic moral platitudes as I do.
Blade: This is somewhat true, however we have still strayed toward opposite of the coin, so to speak.
Ridley: Fine. To appease your deluded mind, I'll acknowledge that our mindsets are indeed vastly different; in fact, they are apart enough to set a balance within the ACW, one between the archaic concepts of "good" and "evil".
Blade: This is true.
Ridley: And so, as a result, one could say that, in a way, a certain....eh....camaraderie exists, both working to keep that balance and having similar goals, thus being on the same side. Our goals have never truly contradicted one another's.
Blade: I think I understand, So why would make you think I was trying to not stay on your “side” and would try to upset this balance?
An exasperated sigh from the One Man Holocaust.
Ridley: You know what you did.
Blade: Actually….I don’t, to be honest.
Ridley: Is a certain ivory-haired whore fresh in your mind?
Blade: oh….OH, so all of this is because I talked to Rose?
Ridey: Bravo. I'd give you a slow clap, but I dare say she'll pull it off first, if you accomplish your goal.
Blade: Hey, I want you two together more than apart, I’m not trying to get Rose, I’m happily married, I’m only trying to help.
Ridley: But I don't NEED your help, so if you'd like me to ask you nicely, you may consider this the moment: do NOT associate with that...that THING.
Blade: NO ONE tells me who I can and can not be friends with.
Blade steps up to be nose to nose with Ridley. Ridley's impressed; not many people can stand up and look him in the eye without backing down, and this gives great testament to Blade's fortitude, both physical and mental. The two look to be about to come to blows when they are interrupted by a third person, Vinnie Dulario, who also appears to have just arrived at the arena. He looks to be in a slightly better mood, perhaps as a result of his two recent victories.
Vinnie: Hey, what’s this I’m overhearing about Alexandra?
Ridley glares over at Vinnie.
Ridley: You have three seconds.
Vinnie: Hey hey, easy there big boy, I was just going to say I can’t wait to meet her. She must be a……. demon in the sack.
The three seconds end two seconds prematurely, as Vinnie's up against the wall with Ridley's forearm pinning him by the throat. The other hand has produced the giant Khukri knife he used to stab Maledict, and Vinnie barely has time to close his eyes and flinch as it shoots toward his head.
He figures it's safe to open them after the THUNK, and sure enough, the knife's embedded in the wall next to him. Blade's hand is on Ridley's wrist; he must have diverted the stab.
Blade: EASY man, he IS new after all, he doesn’t realize what he is saying.
Vinnie: OH, I KNOW what I’m am saying, now run along and go play halloween in your little ninja costume somewhere else. I wouldn’t waste my time with anything EITHER of you two freaks were interested in.
Vinnie steps to the side and foreword, purposely pushing Blade, who some how stays calm. Ridley, however, wasn't in the mood to deal with this already, and this only serves to further anger him. He's about to repeat what just happened, only this time with a more accurate stab, when Blade pushes in front of him.
Blade: ENOUGH!
Blade gives Ridley an “I have a better idea” look and is finally able to get him to reluctantly step back, before continuing.
Blade: I think I have a more civil solution.
Vinnie: Oh?
Blade: Yes, You seem to need to be taught a lesson, so how about a match, one on one, you and me, later tonight?
Vinnie looks up and down at Blade. He’s not blind to his physique, but he’s killed plenty of bigger men before now.
Vinnie: Heh, no problem, I’ve taken down more than my share of costumed freaks in the past, one more won’t be that much harder.
Ridley pushes Blade off him with a shrug of disdain, and the former ACW champion turns around to stare straight at Vinnie with a cold as ice glare.
Blade: I am FAR from a costumed freak, and tonight you’ll know why, BOY.
Blade spins and lands a thunderous tornado kick to Vinnie’s temple, knocking him out cold on the ground. Ridley, dropping Blade the faintest of nods in acknowledgement, barely pays the body any heed; he steps on it as he crosses the hallway and heads off. Blade simply smiles back under his mask at Ridley for a second, before walking into the arena. The scene then pans over Vinnie’s prone body as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:41:16 GMT -5
Segment: A first time for everything (Credit: Yoko)
The camera shot opens inside of Yoko Satoshi's locker room. The lanterns have been relit, and the room has been redecorated with a couch and a coffee table. Mr. Floppy is on the couch with some crayons and paper as Yoko enters the room. She sits on the couch next to him and lays her title belt on the table.
Yoko: I'm glad you like the crayons I got you, what are you drawing?
Mr. Floppy: I got tired of drawing. I'm writing.
Yoko: What are you writing?
Mr. Floppy: An obscene letter to Drew Barrymore. She'll have to like me.
Yoko: I don't think girls like that, Mr. Floppy.
Mr. Floppy: Well they certainly don't like creepy random hugs and subtle hit-ons.
Yoko blushes.
Yoko: Do you think Jade and I can win tonight?
Mr. Floppy: She's new but she can hold her own, and you're the world champion. I think the two of you combined can win. If not, you can always split up. I think you were too hasty in making the decision anyway.
Yoko: Maybe...But I have faith in us. I'd really like to have a successful tag team, you know.
Mr. Floppy lays down his crayon.
Mr. Floppy: There, done. If it works, she'll be all ready for some Floppy loving.
Yoko giggles.
Mr. Floppy: ...I wonder what her address is, though.
Yoko: 9560 Welshire Boulevard, Beverly Hills, California, 90212.
Mr. Floppy looks at Yoko in shock.
Mr. Floppy: ....WHY do you know that?
Yoko shrugs, and goes to get an envelope for him.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:42:41 GMT -5
Segment: Tonight’s Challenge (Credit: DD)
The scene cuts to elsewhere backstage, where DD is sitting in an office, a familiar office, and McCarty is seen sitting down, with a smug grin on his face.
McCarty: Well, congratulations on beating Blade, it was a tough night for you
DD: Let me get this clear. I don’t like cheating to victory, regardless if it was for a title or not. And to do it to somebody I respect McCarty, you’ve gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.
McCarty: Hey, that win puts you in the rumble match at Fallen Heroes, if you’re still fit after tonight.
DD: Hey thanks-wait, what do you mean about tonight?
McCarty: Your match! It’s none title, but it’s against somebody who wasn’t too pleased about not being picked last Monday
DD: …Rose?
McCarty: Nope.
DD…………wait, you don’t mean-?
McCarty: No more clues. Now I’ve got to leave, I’m busy tonight. Have a good one, Hehe.
McCarty walks out of the office with a wide grin on his face.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:44:59 GMT -5
Segment: More than just a match
DD’s once again not the only person in negotiations with management. The scene shifts to Ginger’s office, where the Chairman is pacing back and forth thoughtfully.
Ginger:….. I do see your point. You must understand, though, that we’re generously stocked with talent at the moment.
The camera turns a bit, and we can see Alicia on the other side of the desk.
Alicia: Yes, I know I have a great deal of competition, and I want to make use of it. I’ve been in training constantly, so why haven’t you been booking me more?
Ginger: It’s not solely my decision. Other parties-
Alicia: Other parties? I thought Mr. Stanton was, by his own admission, lacking in knowledge of the business.
Ginger: Well how else is he supposed to rectify that, then?
Alicia huffs, but realizes this argument will get her nowhere.
Alicia: All right, point taken. But if I could cut to the chase, I came here this evening because I had a specific request to make. I’d like to-
She’s cut off as Mercer Stanton and Elias enter the room. Stanton looks around.
Stanton: I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu, Elias.
He looks at Ginger.
Stanton: So, is everything under control? Did you want me to check we have some extra security on hand in case the Blade / Dulario match becomes intense?
Ginger is about to answer, but Alicia beats him to it.
Alicia: What? Dulario’s got BLADE tonight?
Stanton: It seems so. Mr. Dulario’s temper does get him into a few scrapes, doesn’t it?
Alicia turns quickly to Ginger.
Alicia: Ginger, You have to cancel that match. Dulario’s in way over his head here…… he’d need a miracle to win.
Ginger: You’re probably right, and in fact the guy deserves it. I don’t like the way he’s bad – mouthed the fed recently.
Alicia: And neither do I…..but you know as well as I do, if he loses…..the consequences won’t just affect him.
Alicia doesn’t elaborate, but it’s crystal clear that what’s been occurring recently has disturbed her a great deal. Ginger looks at her, and then sighs.
Ginger: Mr Dulario’s private situation……..is no concern of mine.
Alicia’s eyes widen, and then become very angry.
Alicia: I see. Thankyou for clarifying that.
She turns, and leaves the room without another word. Stanton watches, and then moves closer to Ginger’s desk.
Stanton: I trust, Mr. Chairman, that you will be able to ensure that the business of this fed is not disrupted by personal sentimentalities?
Ginger looks confused for a second, but then nods.
Ginger: I can handle that area, Mr. Stanton.
Stanton picks up some papers, satisfied, and leaves the room as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:46:01 GMT -5
Segment: Conference (Credit: Senator / FSX / Hunter)
As the break ends, the camera is seen sneaking into the Senatorial Office, right in the middle of a heated conversation with all members present.
The Senator: As you all are aware, last Monday hurt the Stable, and the pain emanating from that awful day still hangs over us, as evidenced by the weary faces in front of me at the current time.
Fitsharris: Damn right, we're mad as hell.....
Senator: And we are not going to take it any more! Correct! Things are going to change, and heads shall roll! Anthony, you better darn well hold onto that belt, fight for it with everything you have got! You are the only champion once again in the Stable, and as such, you represent us. Kevin, remember that, and do not let him lose that belt, even if you have to get him disqualified.
Kalb: I hear you, I'll do my best to keep this title in the Stable.
Fitsharris: Gotcha, bossman!
Senator: Will Anger...Will Anger, you need wins, and you need them now. I say...face our old buddy, Gary, he should be easy pickings.
Anger: He's nothing, I'll break him in half! Make an example with some grade A-A-A-ANGRY execution damnit!
Fitsharris: Get angry, that's what we need!
Senator: Fallen, you are not feeling too pleased after losing to Wyvern, are you?
Fallen stares at the wall with a dark look on his face.
FSX: ...Are you kidding me?? After I spent two months trying to win the damn belt I lose it! MY International Title! No...oh no...this is not the end! I let myself become a weak piece of shit and tapped out...I actually tapped out...I'll get it back...I promise you...and I'll earn it...I won't screw up again!
Senator: I am sure you will make a prime example of him...I think you were going to do that anyway, though. So, next we have Hunter...
Hunter: What about me?
Senator: Well, first, what the heck is wrong with you? What is your major malfunction?
Fitsharris: Yeah, what is it?
Hunter shakes his head. He walks away from the circle made by his fellow stablemates. He stands by himself in a corner of the room.
Hunter: You want to know what's wrong with me? We've been over this countless amounts of time. YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG!!! I'm on a losing streak, I'm being stalked, and I'm basically questioning life as we know it!
Fitzharris: What, you're going through a mid-life crisis?
Hunter: It's not a crisis. It's more like a fucking war! There have been thoughts in my head that have been brewing around, and I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore! Dammit, I'm basically a failure! I was too slow to break up that count last week! We could've crushed those two teams, but I just couldn't pull through with it. And now I'm going into a match at Fallen Heroes with TNT, the biggest asswipe on the planet, in the middle of all of this! Do you still want to know what's wrong!?
Senator remains silent. A look of worry can be seen in his eyes. He shakes it off and gets back to the previous events.
Senator: No, now that I think of it, I do not want to know what is wrong with you, but rather what would break you out of that funk. I suggest that you go back and try to reclaim the Lightweight Title. These current problems only seem to have occurred after you lost that belt. Work hard, legitimately lose weight, and beat Daredevil. He is certainly tough, but you can beat him.
Hunter: Fuck the LW Title. I'm not doing that anymore. I've got bigger problems.
Senator: Fine, if you do not think you can go back down in weight, then at least take out TNT, and aid me in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. You may not be going for any gold, but you will be fighting for pride, and pride is something you need to regain. You did enter the battle royal, did you not?
Hunter: Yeah, I did.
Senator: Good. The Stable will dominate that match, and you can easily take TNT.
Fitsharris: Yeah, you can take him, he's just a mealy-mouthed punk who could never stand a chance against a member of the Senatorial Stable, you got that right!
Senator: Kevin Fitsharris, I did not ask for your opinion. Please shut that yawning chasm that you call a mouth! As for the last member of the Stable, myself, I have to improve much, much more, and I am going to win at Fallen Heroes, to start things. I also realized that I need to be more of a leader around here, we need to pick our targets, and knock them down, we need to be a cohesive unit, and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth. Now I am out of time here, so please be on your separate ways!
The members of the Stable file out one at a time, but the Senator keeps his eye focused on the cameraman, and the camera is seen to freeze in position.
Senator: Excuse me...pardon me for a moment, if you will, yes, you with the camera, there is currently nobody else in here!
Cameraman: Whadda ya want?
Senator: Just who the heck do you think you are, always barging into my office like this? I did not give you permission to film my meetings!
Cameraman: Name's Rich Marlowe. Kevin Anderson and the rest of the crew call me P.I, 'cause I always capture the private moments, when somethin' happens 'round 'ere, I'm there! That's what Ginger pays me to do. I'm sorta'va investigative reporter, if you catch my drift...
Senator: Well, you very well may make your living that way...but not in MY office. Get your arse out of here, and make it snappy!
The cameraman runs out of the Senator's office, and the jarring effect that occurs makes it clear that the office door did, indeed, hit Marlowe on the way out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:48:12 GMT -5
Match 2: TNT vs. “Rookie Monster” Danny Richards (Credit: Vinnie)
The crowd is on their feet, waiting for the next match of the night as the show comes back from commercials. Phillip is in the ring, ready to announce it.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First, making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, "The Rookie Monster", DANNY RICHARDS!!!
"Lamb of God" plays as Danny Richards steps out onto the ramp. He shows off his impressive physique to the crowd, whose eyes follow the tattoo down his arm. The crowd give him a mixed reaction, and it is quite obvious that he is missing the Entertainment Title tonight. He makes his way to the ring, and heads up the steps as the shot cuts back to the stage area.
Phillip: His opponent, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, "The Real F'n Deal", T!!! N!!! T!!!
"Away" by Mercy Drive hits the arena as TNT steps out to a mixed reaction. He hits a pose for a moment, then heads to the ring. The official sounds the bell.
Both men face each other, with Rookie towering over TNT. Rookie looks down on TNT and laughs a bit as TNT looks angry. TNT scoffs his heels a bit, and invites Rookie to lock up with him. Rookie obliges, and the two step into a collar and elbow tie-up. Rookie forces TNT against the ropes first, but TNT surprises Rookie with a monstrous shove, pushing Rookie back into the ring. Rookie finally flings TNT sideways, and uses the momentum to break the hold and send TNT into the ropes from an Irish whip. TNT bounds back off the ropes, and sees Rookie's clothesline coming from a mile away. He ducks the move, and bounces off the opposite ropes. TNT leaps, but Rookie sidesteps the dropkick, and TNT falls flat, hitting nothing but the mat.
Rookie stomps away at TNT, not letting his opponent up. TNT rolls onto his side and tries to absorb the blows as best as he can. Rookie reaches down and grabs a handful of TNT's hair, and starts to pull him to his feet. He gets a front facelock on TNT, then picks him up into a vertical suplex. He stalls for a bit, showing off his impressive strength as he holds TNT aloft in the air. He yells out to the crowd.
Rookie: You just have to deal with it!!!
He gets a mixed reaction as he drops TNT on the mat. Rookie nips up to his feet, then pulls TNT up beside him. He whips his opponent into the ropes, and nails the Rookie Boot on the return, taking TNT down yet again. Rookie takes the oppurtunity and covers TNT. The official dives to the mat to check the shoulders and makes a count.
1!
2!
TNT kicks out!
Rookie gets to his feet, taking his time as TNT tries to catch his breath from the beating he is recieving. Rookie attempts to pick up TNT yet again, but gets several strong elbows in the gut for it. TNT fights his way to his feet on his own power, and kicks Rookie in the gut. He gets a front facelock on the Monster and goes for a vertical suplex. The crowd roars in approval as Rookie lands on his feet in a bridge! Rookie uses his massive strength to turn both men over, and goes for his own vertical suplex. TNT reverses out of the facelock before Rookie can drop him, and lands behind Rookie.
TNT takes advantage of Rookie's slower speed, and gets in a waistlock. He ducks a desperate elbow from Rookie, and nails a German suplex, then bridges for the cover. The official dives down to make a count, but Rookie powers out of cover before he can. TNT is faster getting to his feet than Rookie, and gauges his opponent. Rookie goes for a powerful clothesline, but TNT ducks it. Rookie turns around, and gets floor with a superkick to the jaw! The crowd cringe at the sound of leather on flesh. Rookie lays on his back, and TNT taunts the crowd for a moment, who feel like he should stop wasting time. TNT runs to the ropes, and comes back with a Rolling Thunder splash. He covers Rookie. The official dives next to Rookie to make a count.
1!
2!
Rookie kicks out!
TNT argues with the official about the count, but the official shakes his head and holds up two fingers to signify that was not a fall. Rookie is on his feet, shaking the cobwebs out. He catches TNT by surprise, and tries to go for the RooKO! The crowd cheer, but TNT knows this move all too well, and counters it. He shoves Rookie off into the corner before he can make the impact. TNT runs and goes for the European Uppercut, but Rookie sees it coming. He grabs TNT by the head, and tosses him into the corner instead. He lands a few lefts and rights, then sets TNT up on top of the turnbuckle. Rookie ascends to the second rope and tries for a superplex, but TNT is fighting him all the way. TNT finally gets the upper hand with a few hard rights to Rookie's head. Rookie seems wobbly on his feet, and TNT uses both legs as a piston to push Rookie off. Rookie lands on his back near the center of the ring. TNT stands and turns, then wows the crowd with a split-legged moonsault! He turns over, and gets nothing but canvas as Rookie rolls out of the way!
Rookie takes a moment to catch his bearings, then heads back and gives TNT a swift kick to the ribs. TNT looks to be in major pain after that missed high-risk maneuver. Rookie has a handful of hair, and drags TNT to his feet. Rookie sends TNT into the ropes with an Irish whip, then hits the spinebuster on the return. Rookie gets on all fours, and yells into TNT's face.
Rookie: NOTHING SHORT OF PERFECTION, TNT, NOTHING SHORT OF PERFECTION!!!
Rookie again forces TNT to get to his feet. The official is keeping a keen eye on the match to make sure nothing suspicious is going on. Rookie locks in a front facelock again, but drops TNT slowly, but hard, in a Perfectly Dangerous DDT! TNT's head strikes the canvas with a dull thud at a sickening angle. Rookie rolls him onto his back, and makes the cover. The official checks the shoulders, then counts.
1!
2!
The official stops the count as he notices that TNT's foot is under the ropes. He points to it, and Rookie looks disgusted with himself for making that amateur mistake.
Rookie gets to his feet, and seems to think for a moment. TNT still isn't stirring much, just taking deep, ragged breaths of air. Rookie heads to the corner, and slowly climbs the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as TNT starts to pull himself to his feet, and Rookie signals for the Leap of Faith. Rookie flies, but TNT somehow dodges the high risk maneuver, hitting Rookie with a reverse heel kick to the gut as he lands! Rookie is sent sprawling into the corner on top of the ref!!! Rookie stumbles out, doubled over in pain, and the ref falls flat on his face on the mat. TNT capitalizes on the situation. He sends Rookie into the ropes, and hits a capture suplex on the return. TNT taunts Rookie now as he slowly gets to his feet. TNT takes advantage of the position, and explodes off the ropes. Rookie dosn't see the RKO coming, and is floored by TNT's finisher. TNT makes a cover and hooks the leg as the crowd counts.
Crowd: One! Two! Three!
TNT looks over and realizes the referee is still out! He releases the cover on Rookie, and heads over to wake the ref. The crowd start to get anxious as Hunter dives into the ring from out of the frame! He must have come through the crowd. Hunter grabs TNT from behind and spins him. The look on TNT's face is priceless as Hunter kicks him in the gut, then nails a quick and fluid Shotgun! The crowd give another mixed reaction, loudly, as Hunter drags Rookie's arm over TNT. Hunter revives the ref, then dives to the outside of the ring and ducks down before the official can see him. The official is groggy, and makes a slow count.
1!
2!
3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, DANNY RICHARDS!!!
Rookie holds up his head, and listens; the crowd is going wild for the amazing end to the match, and he slowly gets up, raising his arms in triumph; Hunter may have assisted, but Rookie’s own skill won him the match. Rookie slides out the ring and heads to the back, not paying much attention to Hunter; TNT, however, can think of nothing else, and he glares furiously at Hunter, who smiles before slipping away. The crowd wonder whether Hunter is returning to his old self, as the show takes a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:48:58 GMT -5
Segment: International Contender (Credit: DD / Wyvern)
The fans are taking a moment to recover from all the excitement so far when Take a Look Around hits, and DD makes his way to the ring, in a suit though, so he isn’t wrestling yet. Nonetheless, the crowd still cheer for him, and he enters the ring. He’s holding a microphone, and waits for the crowd to die down before speaking.
DD: Last Monday night we saw what you could call the night of champions, with 5 titles on the line. Two titles changed: Entertainment, and why I’m out here, International. Well, after my defeat to Fallen Souls not so long ago, it pretty much stopped all hope of me ever having an International shot again. That was until Wyvern became champion. Wyvern, I’m calling you out, for a match at Fallen Heroes for your title!
The crowd cheer, but don’t hear Wyvern’s music, but instead hear Boldly Going Nowhere by Ark Endon. The crowd boo this, and FSX comes down to the ring in full gear, and stares DD down. He takes another microphone.
FSX: After I was cheated out of the International Title last Monday, I think I deserve a rematch for the title. DD, you lost to me last week, proving that you are not worthy of this shot. I should be the one going to Fallen Heroes for the title. Not you.
DD: Oh, is that so? Well I’m sorry, ‘Man from Japan’, but I called it first, thus I get the shot. That’s the rules here.
FSX: However, in my contract it clearly states that I get a rematch to any title that I lose. Besides, you’ve never beaten any International champions. In the past you’ve lost to me, Wyvern, Latino…<br> FSX is cut off when Trip Like I Do hits, and the International champion Wyvern walks out, with the crowd cheering the new champ greatly. However, he isn't completely lively, given the bandage that has covered up his re-opened stitches, from the attacks in the recent weeks. He smiles at both, and walks down to the ring, taking a microphone from a cameraman. He enters the ring, and looks at both wrestlers again.
Wyvern: Hello DD, FSX. I presume this is a burning issue for you two.
DD: …<br> Wyvern: Now as I’m sure you both know, all rematch clauses are now null and void. I’m here to end your childish squabbling, in the fairest way possible. I'm came down to decide who gets the title shot at Fallen Heroes. After hearing both your calls, I've come to a conclusion... It's not going to be on the line next Saturday.
The crowd, DD and FSX are shocked at this. FSX throws a tantrum in the ring, and DD rests at the ropes, pissed off.
Wyvern: My reason being that I want to be in perfect shape for the Battle Royale, as I want to win it, and will win it. However, I consider you two top of the ladder.
FSX: Which ladder?
Wyvern: The International title rank ladder. FSX, you had a short run, but beat DD, so you deserve a shot. DD, on the other hand, beat Blade, be it via DQ, and has performed well recently, winning that title.
DD: So…who’s at the top of this ladder?
Wyvern: I see both of you at the top, level. You’ve proven your point to be at the top, and at Fallen Heroes, I’m suggesting a Number 1 Contender’s match for my title. Daredevil and Fallen, you both in?
DD: Sure.
FSX: Whatever……
Wyvern: Hmm, and the match will decide who’s top of the ladder and the number one contender.
DD: Why are you obsessed with this ladder?
Wyvern: Because to decide who’s top of the ladder, you have to be the best in that match, a ladder match, where you will reach up and grab a briefcase, containing the number one contender contract. Whoever wins gets a title shot at anytime up to, but not including, Spring Into Hell. Now are you two cool with that, or what?
FSX: I’m cool.
DD: Sounds interesting.
Wyvern: With that, I’ll be leaving now. Good luck in that match, it should be a good one…<br> Trip Like I Do hits, and Wyvern leaves the ring. FSX and DD stare down each other, before they both leave.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:49:51 GMT -5
Segment: An Unknown Advisor (Credit: Rose)
The scene opens in a bright hallway with Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar walking down the hallway, but suddenly she hears somebody stalking her from behind and this startles her a bit.
Rose: Who’s there? Show yourself!
A flowing red robed figure quickly moves behind Rose and when she hears its rustling she turns around. Rose scans the area and sees nothing, so she chalks it up to her imagination and turns around. Then she sees him face to face. A red robed figure in the style of the druids stands directly in front of her, his face is hidden in complete shadow.
Rose: Who in the He---
He cuts her off with his harsh and gravely voice.
Executor: Hello Alexandra, you may call me Executor.
Rose: Why are you here? What do you want with me? How do you know my name?
Executor: I know a lot about you Alexandra, probably more than anybody else. I know many things about you and most importantly, I know exactly what you want.
Rose: Give me one reason why I should believe you.
Executor: You couldn’t stand the look in his eyes, could you?
Rose: What? Who?
Executor: That’s what really drove you from Ridley, wasn’t it? You saw Wyvern hanging with his legs kicking back and forth looking for footing, but that is not what caught you eye, was it? No, your eyes met his and you saw one thing----
Rose: Enough, I don’t wand to hear any of this from you! Stop-----
Executor: You saw the forgiveness in his eyes and then you that drove you to abandon all that you knew. You wanted to see him beg and plead for his life, but all you saw was him forgiving you. In that single moment all the horrible things that you have done in your life came rushing back. All the suffering you inflicted out of anger and even out of pleasure. You saw it all and for the first time in your life you felt guilt invade your mind. You also began to realize that this was one problem that Ridley could not help you with.
Rose stares at Executor and her normally pale skin has become a vivid red. She is shaking with anger and it takes all her control not to lash out at this mysterious man. She speaks very slowly with her voice on the verge of being a yell.
Rose: I do not enjoy being a part of this charade. Anybody could have come to that conclusion, you have told me nothing that is not already known. Who are you, really? Show yourself!
Executor ignores her question.
Executor: What about that foolish ninja, Bladesieka? Don’t you think he has been acting a little strangely lately?
Rose: I am growing tired of your questions. I am through talking to----
Executor: Answer my question and it will soon become apparent why I have come.
Rose: Fine. What do you mean by "acting strangely"?
Executor: It almost seems as if he is attracted to you and by the looks of it...
Rose: Blade is married and surely he is just----
Executor: Love is a horrible affliction cured only by marriage.
Rose: I don’t care about his marriage, he would do well to stay away from me anyway.
Executor: So you won’t be hurt?
Rose: So I won’t hurt him.
Executor: Is that the same reason you refuse to ally yourself with Wyvern?
Rose: Yes, it is.
Executor laughs a full and relatively normal laugh.
Executor: Does that bother you so much? Would you be that much happier if you didn’t enjoy their pain?
Rose: Yes.
Executor: You are a liar, Alexandra.
Rose: How dare yo----
Executor: I am only stating the truth. It is a truth that you claim to have abandoned, but it still controls you. You love inflicting pain and no matter how hard you try you can’t stop. No matter what you say and no matter how much it troubles you, there will always be a large part of you that loves every second of it. You cannot fool your own soul.
Rose:……….
Executor: You do realize this?
Rose:………….
Executor: Speak your mind.
Rose: You’re right. I still do have a lust for inflicting pain and I cannot stop it. I will go through the rest of my life with these desires and I am not ashamed of that. I just can’t take this newfound guilt. It is slowly eating away at my sanity.
Executor: Alexandra, you aren’t making any sense.
Rose: What?
Executor: Ridley loves pain just as much as you do. No, he doesn’t just love it, he craves it. Do you honestly expect me to believe that you are actually guilty about that?
Rose: Yes…..yes I do.
Executor: Oh? Explain it to me then? How can something that you both enjoy make you feel guilty?
Rose:…………
Executor: You don’t know anything, do you? You are looking for answers that you will never find.
Rose: That is a possibility, but I will try to find them anyway. Now, why have you come to me and why do you hide your face?
Executor: I have come to help you. I will give you the answers you seek.
Rose: I don’t need your-----
Executor: Spare me the drama, Alexandra, you need my help and I know that I am the only one who can give you the answers you seek.
Rose stands and stares deeply into his shadowy face. She cannot make anything out, but her desire to find the truth and her natural curiosity is starting to take hold.
Rose: Ok, I accept….. what do you know?
Executor: I will answer your questions in all due time. Until next time, Alexandra…..
Executor starts to walk off and Rose just stands and watches him as he walks towards the end of the hallway. Rose then decides to ask one more thing from this enigma.
Rose: Wait!
Executor stops suddenly and then he turns around. It is impossible to tell what his intentions are
Rose: Show me your face. Who are you?
Executor: I will reveal all when the time comes.
The lights flicker for a second then suddenly go completely off. When they turn back on, Executor is nowhere to be seen and Rose is left to her thoughts.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2005 15:54:07 GMT -5
Match 3: Daredevil vs. Mystery Opponent (Credit: DD)
The third match has intrigued the fans in attendance, and there’s a curious buzz as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Firstly, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at 225 lbs, Daredevil!
Take a Look Around hits and DD walks out, having quickly got ready for his match and looking a little nervous at whom his opponent might be. He enters the ring, and stretches on the ropes. The Indiana Jones theme then hits, and Jack McCarty struts down to the ring, McMahon-style, and speaks.
McCarty: Well, DD, here is your big surprise. The wrestler I chose to fight you…<br> GONG…<br> The crowd goes absolutely ballistic……
GONG…<br> DD looks as though he just shat in the ring, but the lights come on, and to everyone’s slight annoyance, it’s not Ridley. The music changes to ‘Loser’ by Beck, and Gary enters! DD looks at McCarty, who’s got a huge grin on him, and DD looks like he’s going to hit him, but doesn’t, and instead allows Gary in the ring.
DD: Hey, Gary. You gonna lose tonight?
Gary: Hopefully not. I’ve been training for this.
DD: Good luck.
DD smiles, and the bell rings.
Both wrestlers go up to each other and engage in a headlock, but with Daredevil being the overwhelmingly stronger opponent, he easily throws Gary at the ropes, and slams him hard on the ground. He goes for a very early pin, but Gary kicks out after two, and both men get back up. Gary tries an Irish Whip, but DD reverses it into his own Irish Whip and this time hits a dropkick to Gary, knocking him over the top rope. DD stops at the opposite ropes, allowing Gary to get back onto his feet and enter the ring. They get in another headlock, and DD again throws Gary at the ropes, and tries another dropkick, but Gary holds onto the ropes and DD falls to the ground. Gary then goes over to DD and locks in a sleeper. It isn’t too successful though, and within seconds DD is on his feet and throws Gary over his shoulders and onto the canvas. He makes the cover, but Gary kicks out again. DD doesn’t become impatient, knowing that he’s hardly used his moveset so far. He lifts Gary up, and places him on the turnbuckle. He then jumps onto Gary’s shoulders, and tries a ’30 Thousand Foot Drop (Frankensteiner), but in a freak accident, Gary slams DD hard onto the ground in some sort of Powerbomb move. Gary looks shocked, and makes the cover, getting a 2 count. Both wrestlers get back to their feet, and Gary hits a low dropkick to DD. This is followed by a DDT, and he makes the cover 1…2…kickout by DD.
DD pretty much throws Gary off his body, and jumps to his feet. H grabs Gary, and Irish Whips him to the turnbuckle. Gary goes head first and in a typically Gary-like way, jumps back and lands square in the middle of the ring. DD shakes his head, and jumps onto the top rope. He goes for the ‘Death-defying Stunt’ (corkscrew Moonsault), and hits it with perfect speed, power and accuracy. He goes for the pin 1…2…and the referee stops, as he notices Gary’s foot hanging off the bottom rope. DD complains to the ref that it was McCarty who put the foot there, but the referee has none of it. DD shakes his head, and lifts Gary back up. He signals for the Stunt Bomb, but Gary kicks him in the shins, and manages to deliver a Piledriver! The crowd erupt in delight and count 1…2…kickout by Daredevil! Gary looks slightly upset, but gets back onto his feet and lifts DD up. He tries an Irish Whip, but DD reverses it into the Stunt Bomb! He goes for the cover 1…2…and again the referee notices Gary’s foot on the ropes. DD is incensed, and goes over to the turnbuckle that McCarty is at. DD points at him, warning him, and fails to realize that Gary made a quick recovery. He jumps over, and rolls DD up in a Schoolboy! 1…2…3!
Philip: Here is your winner…Gary!!!
The crowd erupt in joy, as does Gary, who’s so shocked that he actually hugs DD. DD politely asks him to leave, and is enraged at what McCarty has just done. He leaves the ring, and goes after McCarty, who makes a quick escape backstage. Gary, in the meantime, has gained his first win since beating the Capitalists on the first day of Fallout, and is understandably shocked at the result. He celebrates, hugging Philip and everyone, before finally leaving the ring.
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