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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 15:51:57 GMT -5
Segment: Arousing Encounter (Credit: Ridley)
The door to the ACW arena swings open with force as Ridley shoves it open, stepping into the hallway with a grim look in his eyes. Since he set his shoulders back into place Saturday, they've healed up slightly. However, he still seems to favor both of them, especially under the weight of his massive cape. This doesn't deter Ridley much as he pushes open the door of the locker room he's recently taken over, now that the Demon Pit is vacant.
The voice stops him cold before he can even turn on the light.
?: About time you got here, sugar....
The lamp clicks on as Ridley turns, revealing Rena, who's leisurely reclining on the couch. The One Man Holocaust raises an eyebrow, then regains his stone expression and gestures to the door.
Ridley: Out.
Rena: Eventually. Aren't you gonna hear me out first?
She suggestively squirms on the couch, rolling onto one side, and Ridley sighs before heading to one end of the room and hanging up his cape. He briefly examines his (unbandaged) shoulders in the mirror; there doesn't seem to be any abnormalities resulting from his injuries.
Ridley: Not really. You have three seconds to remove yourself, or I'll do it for you.
Rena: Oh, COME ON, can't you even---
Crossing the room with another exasperated sigh, Ridley collars Rena, picks her up off the ground, and walks to the door, preparing to throw her headlong into the hallway. She thrashes wildly, attempting to get lose, and finally pushes free, then angrily shoves him back. Ridley, now somewhat bemused, folds both arms as he stands in front of the couch.
Ridley: Well? The door's right there; if you don't want to be forcibly taken out, you can always do it yourself.
Rena: No...I have something better in mind. Y'know, hanging out with the mobsters isn't quite what it's cracked up to be...they don't seem to be able to treat me...y'know...like a woman...
She's up in his face by now, running a finger over his heavily-muscled chest. Ridley, who has a look of amused disbelief on his face, almost laughs at her.
Ridley: You're kidding me, right?
Almost resignedly, he allows her to push him back onto the couch, leaning back as Rena climbs onto his lap, still running her fingers over his torso.
Rena: Nope...
Ridley: You're a daring one, I'll give you that. Not many people would've had the audacity to come---
He's cut off as she kisses him forcefully, and there's a pause before, almost against his will, Ridley responds to it by kissing back and sliding a hand over Rena's stomach. They pull back for a second as Rena chews on his lower lip, keeping eye contact.
Ridley: Hmmm...not bad at all....
He continues his caress as she grinds, and the two fall back onto the sofa's cushions as the camera pulls out.
End segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 15:54:33 GMT -5
Segment: True to Oneself (Credit: Yoko)
The ACW fans are awaiting the next match patiently when OPP by Naughty by Nature begins to play. There are a few cheers in select areas, but no one really knows what's going on. A minute goes by and nothing happens.
Finally, Kross appears and walks out to the beginning of the ramp. He's not dressed in his new attire though, still his gray cloak. He's carrying a microphone in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other. He glances at the paper, and then begins to speak.
Kross: All right, stop. Collaborate and listen.
His theme stops playing. He looks at the paper again.
Kross: Yo, you don't need to be all up in my grill unless you want me to flex you like a skeeza!
He pauses, then crumples the paper in his hand.
Kross: ...Yeah, we're not doing that. I'm sure some of you were expecting a hip hop star named Violent K Krossena, or something like that. I can't do that, it's not me. Rap may be in, but who likes me as I already am?
The crowd cheers very loudly.
Kross: I thought so. Now, my REAL music, please.
Kross chants break out as Vater Unser begins to play. Kross heads to the back.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 15:55:48 GMT -5
Segment: Warning Shot (Credit: Yoko)
As Kross is relaxing in his locker room, there's a knock on the door again. He shows signs of frustration as he answers the door. As soon as he opens it, Stanton and Elias burst into the room.
Kross: I know why you're here, I'm sorry, I just couldn't do it. I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen.
Mercer: It's not whether or not you feel you can do it. You have to listen to what I want you to do, or else.
Kross: Or else w-
Before he finishes, Elias draws his revolver from his waist and points it at Kross.
Elias: Or else I get violent.
Mercer: See, you've gone and upset Mr. Elias here by disobeying me.
Kross: ...I'm still not going to be a rapper. Are you going to shoot me? You can't talk your way out of trouble for that.
Elias pulls the trigger. Kross closes his eyes at the sound of the gunshot. He doesn't feel anything, and opens his eyes.
Elias: Warning shot.
Mercer: ..You know, Elias, Kross is quite right. This isn't how we settle disputes in ACW. How about this, Kross? On monday, you'll face an opponent of my choosing.
Kross: For what?
Mercer: Not for anything. That's it. After the match, let's consider it even between us.
Kross: I can do that, then.
Mercer: And here's a hint so you can prepare better...
Stanton looks at Elias.
Mercer: ...It's one of my top associates.
Elias smiles.
Mercer: We'll leave you now, come Elias. Also, Kross, I apologize for that bullet in your wall. I'll have someone fix it.
Stanton exits the room. Elias spins his gun like a showoff and puts it back in its holster, and follows him out.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:01:44 GMT -5
Segment: reVenge (Credit: Angelo Giovanni)
Scene opens to Angelo walking down the hall.
Angelo: I’m gonna sort thing out right here, right now.
Angelo stops at a door then backs up about 5 steps then runs and Yakuza kicks the door down. Then walks in.
Ginger: ANGELO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?
Angelo: Gee, your smart. I kicked the door down, dumbass.
Ginger: WHERE ARE MY BODYGUARDS?
Angelo: I don’t know, and I simply don’t care. What I want is revenge.
Ginger: With?
Angelo: Atomic Kitsune. She screwed me out of the battle royale and if it wasn’t for her then--.
Angelo is then cut off
Ginger: Angelo that is not my problem. I got better things to worry about. Now I have a broken door too. I also have to see where my bodyguards are because they can’t just be lacking off like this. Now good day Angelo, I’m pretty sure you can find your way out. Oh and one more thing. You wouldn’t have been screwed out of the battle royale if you just stayed home and didn’t come back to ACW like I wanted you to do. Good Day.
Angelo: Ya know Ginger, I think I’ll just go to the better half of ACW about this. Oh and one more thing…<br> Angelo punches Ginger right in the face, sending him backwards in his chair, then on the ground.
Angelo: You really deserved that.
Angelo walks out and goes to the left and then moments later you can here two people talking from outside about to come in.
Bruce: Hey Boss, you should have seen this crazed fan, he was kicking and screaming it was great.
Tyrone: Whoa what happened to the door?
Ginger then slowly pulls himself up and gives a nasty glare to Bruce and Tyrone
Scene fades out
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:03:13 GMT -5
Match 3: Davey Marvel vs. Angelo Giovanni (Credit: Wyvern)
The fans here in attendance await the upcoming contest – it pits the recently returned Angelo against the rising star that is Davey Marvel. The crowd wonders if Angelo’s assault on BK is a sign of things to come, or if the Entertainment title heralds yet another promising talent. Tonight will be a stepping stone for one, while the other will hit a stumbling block. Which one will it be? The crowd waits patiently for the match to begin, as Phillip enters the ring with a mic in hand.
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from New York, New York, Angelo Giovanni!
The crowd boos as “The Way That I Am” hits, as Angelo emerges from the entranceway. Having a surprisingly good run in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, Angelo appears to be greatly improving at an alarming rate. He heads down to the ring with a cocky demeanor, not paying any mind to the heckling of the crowd. He slides into the ring, and taunts the crowd to a negative reaction.
However, the crowd’s reaction shifts violently to the other spectrum, roaring into applause as “Together than Leather” hits.
Phillip: And his opponent, hailing from Ann Arbor, MI, a member of the New Breed, and the current ACW Entertainment Champion, Davey Marvel!
Davey sprints down the ring, slapping hands with his fans along the way. He looks determined to take down Angelo here tonight, and he looks to do so in an expedient manner. He hops over the ropes, and displays his belt to the crowd for a good pop. Angelo stares at him condescendingly, and charges at him just before the bell rings.
The bell rings.
Angelo and Davey are already at it, with Angelo throwing a clothesline that takes down Marvel to the mat. Marvel springs up, and blocks a kick, into a flurry of punches, sending Angelo into the corner. Marvel lays into him a few more times, before whipping him into the opposite corner. Marvel tries for a clothesline into the turnbuckle, but Angelo ducks, and tries to roll up Marvel off of the rebound. 1…2…kick out by Marvel, who springs right back up, nailing Angelo with a flying clothesline. Marvel runs the ropes, and hits an impressive lionsault, and tries to make a pin. 1…2…kick out by Angelo. Marvel takes a small breather, while picking up Angelo, but Angelo makes the best out of this situation, by kicking Davey, which doubles him over into prime DDT position, as Angelo hits the maneuver. Angelo rolls over Davey, and tries to lock in the Glock Lock, but Marvel fights it off violently, managing to get to his feet, and backstepping to the ropes, and dumping Angelo over the ropes. However, he doesn’t realize that Angelo is waiting for him on the apron, as he is pulled into a sleeper. Angelo gets a devious grin, and lifts Davey into the sleeper suplex, angling himself on the descent to avoid hitting the guardrail on the way down, as Davey crashes to the floor. The crowd cheers and boos Angelo at the same time for the vicious maneuver, but it’s predominantly boos. Angelo ignores the crowd, as he picks up the fallen Marvel. He throws Marvel into the ring, as the ref looks relieved that he doesn’t have to initiate the ten count.
Back into the ring, Angelo tries to cover Davey. 1..2…reversed by Marvel! 1…2…reversed by Angelo! 1…2…narrow kick out by Marvel! Angelo looks frustrated, as he springs to his feet. He picks up Marvel, and goes for a Mafia kick, but Marvel rolls with it, and Marvel springs to life. He pulls a dropkick out of nowhere, as he “drops the bomb”, running to the turnbuckle and nailing a moonsault in one fluid motion. Marvel calls Angelo to get up, and as Angelo gets up, Davey rushes at him, throwing an elbow at Angelo, which stuns Angelo enough for Davey to spin around, and nail the IDT (Reverse Gutwrench into sitting tombstone) on Angelo. He makes a cover on Angelo. 1…2…kick out by Angelo. Marvel looks to be slightly irritated by Angelo’s inability to go down, as he picks up Angelo again, and he pulls him in, setting Angelo into the Garotte (Styles clash into high-rise texas cloverleaf). Angelo starts desperately reaching for the ropes, as the maneuver saps his strength. Davey puts all the pressure on Angelo’s back, as Angelo tries for the ropes. However, Marvel underestimates Angelo’s strength, as Angelo crawls to the ropes, fighting Marvel’s hold, and he manages to break the hold. Marvel can’t believe this, but he picks up Angelo, and whips him into the ropes. Marvel goes for the Daver Driver ’04, but Angelo catches himself, and hits the Italian Magician, rolling Marvel in the process! 1…2…3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner, Angelo Giovanni!
The crowd boos Angelo, despite his impressive victory here tonight, slipping his way out of a dangerous situation. He walks over to Marvel, and taunts him, before laughing it off and heading to the back. Marvel gets up slowly, but he is met with a positive reaction as he makes his way to the locker room. Perhaps tonight was just a minor setback for Marvel, but as a saying goes, stumbling blocks are stepping stones in disguise. The camera fades.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:06:51 GMT -5
Segment: Healing Old Wounds (Credit: Angelo Giovanni)
Scene opens up to Angelo walking down the hall again and first see's Jonny and Gooey just sitting around eating some hamburgers and drinking coke.
Angelo: Hey Jonny, I see ya cheaped out on the Coke.
Jonny: Coke is great.
Angelo: Pfft in your dreams, Coke is the crackhead brother of Pepsi.
Jonny: Whatever man.
Angelo keeps walking and then stops. He takes a couple steps backwards and looks at a man who just passed. It was the referee that Angelo claims, "screwed him”. He just stares, trying to control his anger then continues walking forward and finally stops at a doorway.
Angelo: Phhhew. Here we go
Angelo knocks on the door and there is no response for a while, Angelo now begins to just start looking down the hall till the door finally opens.
Angelo: Hello, Is he there?
??: Yes, he's here let me inform in. Ok right this way Mr. Giovanni.
Angelo: Elias, call me Angelo.
Elias nods his head agreeing with the Italian Superstar, Angelo walks in the room and Mercer stands up, the commence to shake hand before Angelo then sits down. But Angelo looks a little uncomfortable.
Angelo: Mercer, you saw the Fallen Heroes battle Royale. Tell me, Did I get screwed? or am I just exaggerating?
Mercer: Listen Angelo, BK eliminated you fair and square..
Angelo: No, no, no, no, it’s not that. Latino was eliminated. That idiot of an announcer should have called it. HE SAW IT. His feet were on the ground but a ref didn't see it. How stupid. Then I get his bitch girlfriend here, Alicia.....and she clocks me with the ACW World Heavyweight Title Belt. And Latino was still outside, just watching, THEN as I pull myself up I just get superkicked out of the ring. Latino was eliminated. That would have changed the whole outcome of the match. Wyvern possibly would NOT be the number one contender.
Angelo kinda fidgets in his chair a little.
Angelo: I want revenge on Alicia and possibly that ref too. As a matter a fact fire him if ya can we don’t need incompetent officials like him around. Haha. As for Alicia, I wanna take care of her myself…. In the ring. Can ya give me this match since Ginger wouldn't help?
Mercer: I'll see what I can do about that Angelo….. is something wrong? You seem a little…what’s the word, Ah, flinchy.
Angelo: Oh it’s just this old Demon Pit. I used to be in here. But Alicia screwed me over AGAIN and then I got kicked out of Pain Inc. Just kinda gives me the chills being back in here....and seeing it all, white and bright…. So yes, please do what you can. I got some other matters to take care of tonight. I'll talk to ya soon Mercer thanks.
Angelo gets up from his chair.
Mercer: Ok, talk to ya soon Angelo and I'll see what I can do about that match.
Elias opens then door for Angelo as he walks out and goes down the hall.
Scene Fades.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:08:48 GMT -5
Segment: Family Affair (Credit: RDK)
Once we come back from commercials, we see RDK punching a punching bag with all fury. He is indeed dissapointed in his loss at Fallen Heroes, so close to becoming the Undisputed winner. He gives the bag a kick for good measure before continuing to punch it. RDK is indeed taking out all his fury upon this bag until he feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns around to see what or who is tapping him...
?: Well Well, if it isn't my boy, Randy.
The camera closes in on the figure, who has gray hair and a black hat. He also is also wearing a tight black shirt as well as white jeans, secured with a leather belt. He looks Randy in the eyes and gives a hint of a smile...
Randy: ....Dad?
Valmont: Yes.
Randy: How?
Valmont: Oh Randy, it's quite simple, but then again, you never WERE that smart, so I will explain it to you. Once we had got rid of yaz, when we had lost our trailer, your brother, Julien, as far as I'm concerned, the only decent child we ever had, was able to get us money. Yes Randy, your big brother Julien, we would be on the streets taking money from people like it was nothing. Your mother loved it, yes Randy, loved it. MORE than she loved you. While you were doing your studies at your aunt's, we were getting cash from anyone Julien could rough up. Eventually, heh, he had gone as a freelance body guard, and soon after he would be a bounty hunter. All for papa. Your mother, bless her wretched soul, had passed away not too long after we had began the life of "thievery". However Randy, look where I am now? I am rich, powerful...and your losing at everything you try to achieve....
RDK just stands there, not able to believe that his father has done such things and is alive after all this time. He shakes his head at the hate he brings before continuing this conversation.
Randy: But...Dad, why...why are you here?
Valmont: Mhmhmhmhmhm, Well, we have seen you on television son, and frankly, we are not impressed.
Randy: ...Whos we, dad?
Valmont points to an area in the gym, and Randy indeed sees his brother Julien. Randy turns back and looks at Valmont.
Randy: ...Your not...
Valmont: OH we are. Later tonight me and Julien will request and negotiate a contract out of your Chairman Gingerdude. And the rest of your life here in ACW will be a living hell, as our life once was. It's payback time Randy.
Randy: I...I never did anything to you.
Valmont: It's not what you did, its what you did not do. Remember the day we sent you away, we demanded you go find a job, you denied, and we beat you?
RDK looks at his shoulder and remembers the deep cut he had recieved from a belt he had been belted with, leaving a scar.
Valmont: Well you denied us a chance to live again, me and your mother were out of work, but you were young and fresh. Randy, YOU HAD POTENTIAL. But you had to blow it all away by denying us. However your brother, Julien...JULIEN!
The camera switches view to see Julien come over and fold his arms beside Valmont.
Julien: Anything for you, Papa.
Valmont pats the tall figure of Julien on the shoulder before turning back to RDK.
Valmont: He did not desert us, HE was loyal. And as I said, revenge will be made Mr. Kanyon...wait, your not even worthy of the name Kanyon. Your not even worthy of the name son. I will call you Failiure. FOR THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE!
And with that, Valmont strides out of the gym with Julien accompanying him before they shut the door and leave RDK alone in the gym, bowing his head down and resting it on his arms, which rest upon his shoulders. A weep can be heard, but only slight as the camera fades out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:09:18 GMT -5
Match 4: Senator vs TNT (Credit: Pre Match Segment: T N T)
The Crowd is pretty fired up like always, and is sitting impatiently waiting for the next match/segment...
Suddenly, the crowd is brought up to their feet, as It goes dark and lights flash off the titantron brilliantly, and slowly, then the speed changes to fast as "Never Enough" By Papa Roach plays...
...TNT soon emerges from the curtain with a focused look on his face, wearing his Ring attire, with accesible Hoodie, and everyone soon to find out...Cocky as ever, as he does his pose and his pyro falls from the arena top.....
.....He Walks down the ramp slowly as he pleases, smirking, and cocking in eyebrow, as he sees some pretty ladies in the fans, screaming for him....
....TNT walks up the steel steps, and onto the apron, and walks down and poses on the apron, raising his arms....as The Cameras Flash in the crowd, and the ACW camera moves around him, he soon gets into the ring and calls for a mic, which is given to him by Phillip and he snatches it...
....He waits for the crowd to calm down, as one half is chanting asshole....asshole....asshole...and the others are cheering their brains off......The Crowd does eventually cool off.
TNT: I know what you all are cheering for...wait, I'll be kind enough tonight, to spell it out for you all....
E - X - C - E - L - L - E - N - C - E
The Crowd Cheers and Boos Simultaneously.
TNT: Thats right! Just 5 days ago, 120 hours ago, however you want to look at it, TNT, the Real F'N Deal, Just beat that lying, fat, can't win, the lightweight title like TNT by himself, Jackass of Monkey, Hunter....
Crowd Boos at Hunter's Name
TNT: Like exactly like I said I would. Hell, I reversed one of his horrible moves, some flying, peice of crap, into the R-K-O, oh thats right! He paid the price for his stupid mouth, and his trying to cheat his way into a title. Trying to Talk his way to beating me... Ah-ah, thats not happening. Then he goes ballistic, and becomes the biggest crybaby in ACW, by eliminating me in the battle royal.....He screwed me out of MY title shot, at Omega Effect. So that big peice of Nothingness, Wyvern won...So Next time you have a tampon shoved up your ass Hunter...warn me, so I can get away as soon as possible...i mean I know its a natural thing for you, but, Everyone else doesn't have to feel your pain..., I mean I'm the most credible wrestler that ACW has to offer, baby, I'm the Real Deal.....!
The Crowd Boo's at TNT's Arrogance
TNT: Oh?! What do you people know?! Huh? You've Never been in the ring....have you?
TNT points to a fan...that is kind of chubby
The Fan Shakes his head no
TNT: I thought so you fat shit, you should think about it though, cause maybe you can take your fat agression out on someone in this ring...forget ATKINS! ahhh, ATKINS approved, I have someone for everyone else in that lockerroom, Hunter, Senator, Whoever Challenges me, or thinks they are better then me.... " Assbeating Approved, Provided by TNT M.D "
ASSHOLE.....ASSHOLE...the crowd chants
TNT: Oh, you don't mean it.....What about you, huh? you right here...
He points to a old Women, she looks confused and looks around
TNT: Yeah, you the old hag...
She Flips him off
TNT: Well, I guess, i know what the answer to that question is...You can't wrestle cause you're a fithy old whore! Speaking of Filthy Old whores....
TNT looks into the camera
TNT: What happen yoko? I mean I won my match....What about you??
BOOOOOOOOOO
TNT: I knew it!! I knew that all you people were nothing, and don't know what I go through...All you people are good for is witnessing, greatness.....excellence, all wrapped in one, and personified into 3 Letters...
TNT raises 3 Fingers,
TNT: T - N - T,
the Crowd, is yet again booing him, and some are surprisingly cheering
TNT: Well thats more like it!! Well, So, tonight i have a match with the allmighty Senator....who gives a crap!! All I know that I've taken one senatorial stable member down, and now its gonna be two, or three, or four, five, six, Ahh, it doesn't matter how many senatorial jackasses, TNT takes out, all i know is that the might senator steve phillips, has something coming to him, and thats Air TNT, or R-K-O to knock him out for the familiar 3 seconds. I mean he should be familiar with 3 seconds, when he gets pinned, 3 seconds of sex for him....ect.
The Crowd Moans to the line TNT just said.
TNT: So...Tonight, each and everyone of you in this crowd will witness history, as TNT vs Senator one occurs, the first time in ACW history, that we have met. Hopefully he won't talk me to death, about his politics and what not. All i know is that i'm kicking your ass, whether you run for president or governor, who cares, all I know is that I am beating you, tonight and you're gonna be checked off my list, of endless accomplishments.
TNT drops the mic, and poses on the turnbuckle as his music hits as he waits for his opponent to reach to the ring.
Phillip: Announcing next, hailing out of Washington D.C, weighing in at an even two-hundred pounds, the Master of the Filibuster, and the leader of the Senatorial Stable, Senator Steve Phillips!
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:09:33 GMT -5
The Senator’s customary tickertape shoots high into the air as he enters, but something seems different, a little off, as he proceeds to the ring. The Senator strikes no less than five victory poses on the way there, as well as shaking the hands of the fans at ringside for almost two whole minutes, his face showing none of its usual intense focus. The Senator finally gets into the squared circle and the bell rings. Phillips goes for a tie-up immediately with his opponent, but the larger TNT shoves him back. The Senator rolls back, immediately charging forward, and throwing a flurry of wild punches at TNT. The former International Champ seems somewhat surprised by the tactic, but not fazed by the punches, managing to cover up. TNT fires back with his own combination of punches, managing to floor the Senator, following up with an elbow drop. Both men get to their feet again, with TNT firmly on the offence now, hitting a series of right hands, backing the Senator into the corner. TNT goes for a corner lariat, but the Senator is able to reverse it, tossing his opponent into the corner, hitting a vicious series of forearm shots and knife edge chops, the latter sounding like gunshots to the Arena crowd, who respond with the usual “Wooo!” for them.
TNT is slumped in the corner, by the attack, with the Senator continuing his savage attacks, stomping on his opponent repeatedly, until the referee backs him down. TNT is able to regain his footing, and as the Senator comes back in, hits a picture perfect dropkick on him, sending Phillips to the mat. TNT goes for a quick cover…1…2…the Senator kicks out! The Real F’n Deal picks his opponent up, and with a taunt, actually appears to be going for the Filibuster! However, TNT does not deliver a uranage, but rather, throws his opponent into his own knee with a huge backbreaker. The Senator seems to be out, and TNT picks him up again, this time going for a rear waistlock. The Senator tries to counter out with back elbows, but TNT avoids them, throwing Phillips into the turnbuckle with a German suplex! TNT wastes no time in continuing his offence, hitting a series of forearm drops on the Senator, picks him up, and hits a deadly Explodaaa! TNT covers with a lazy pin…1…2…the Senator kicks out just in time!
TNT continues his assault, knocking the Senator down with a lariat, and picking him up once again…but the Senator’s had enough at this point, blasting TNT with hard elbow strikes to the head, with TNT returning the favor with right hands. The two trade blows, however, TNT’s just worked the Senator over too much at this point to lose the contest, and knocks his opponent back on the ropes. TNT charges in to lariat the Senator over the top, but receives a kick below the belt for his efforts. The Senator goes behind TNT, going for what looks like a sleeper hold…but TNT reverses it into a RKO out of nowhere! Knowing that his Ace Crusher variation might not be enough to put the Senator away, TNT goes up to the top rope, coming down with the Air TNT, his spectacular frog splash, covering upon impact…1…2…3!
Phillip: And the winner, T-N-T.
TNT seems pleased by his solid victory, posing on the entrance ramp for the fans as he leaves. The Senator for his part, picks himself up, shakes his head, and even chuckles to himself for a moment before heading to the back.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:15:07 GMT -5
Segment: The Single Life Attacker (Credit: Ridley)
Ridley stares at the ceiling, sated but bored, and shifts his head to the side to get Rena's hair out of his eyes. From his position lying on the couch, he puts his hands behind his head and sighs.
Ridley: Y'know...I could get used to the single life---
Abruptly, he stops. Something isn't right; perhaps it's a change in the ambient noise around him, or some kind of sixth sense, but he shuts up and stays very still, listening....until a tiny, almost unnoticeable sound finally catches his attention. It's a faint sound, as faint as a spider's legs scratching on a windowpane...
...the sound of somebody breathing...and it's not Rena.
Ridley: MOVE!!!
The word leaves his mouth before he even places where the breathing's coming from; he shoves the surprised Rena off him and rolls to the side, barely registering the flash of light and tearing fabric as a the blade of a giant machete erupts from the couch, exactly where they'd both been lying. Ridley's up almost before he hits the floor and he's running in full "kill mode" now. A single shove flips the couch over (and the machete with it, revealing a masked attacker underneath. The man doesn't even have time to cover up before Ridley lights into him, slamming the heel of his boot down on his attacker's nose with a CRUNCH.
Ridley: Another one....
He pulls back the mask on the dazed man's face to reveal...a purple bandanna. More Crypt. Ridley seethes, slow-burning with fury, and finally his gaze falls on the machete, which he's about to pick up...but then he turns to the cameraman.
Ridley: Get the camera out of here.
Hesitance.
Ridley: GET IT OUT.
The startled Rena gently pushes the cameraman out of the room and follows along behind, closing the door behind her. The screams are already starting.
Rena: Uh...I'm not sure what to think. Let's get out of here.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:17:32 GMT -5
Segment: Going to the Office (Credit: Hunter)
As the scene fades in, one can see Hunter walking down a familiar hallway. He seems to have a small look of worry on his face, signaling that he was not expecting this meeting. He wipes this worry off instantly, though, and replaces it with a cocky grin and worried eyes. He finally gets to his destination, and then he knocks on the door before him.
??: Come on.
The voice needn't be identified, as it's the unmistakable voice of Chairman Gingerdude. Hunter walks into the office.
Hunter: You wanted to see me?
Ginger: Yes, I did. Have a seat...
Hunter remains standing and folds his arms, seeming to be a little angry at this meeting.
Ginger: ...or not. Well, I just wanted to-
Hunter: Oh come on. I know what you want to say it. I've heard it a million times already.
Ginger: Well, those previous times didn't seem to do anything to you. So maybe me telling you will make a difference.
Hunter: How so?
Ginger: I don't know. Ask yourself.
Hunter: Ooooh. Foreshadowing...
Ginger looks confused. He pays it no mind, though, and continues.
Ginger: You are a valuable asset to this company, and lately, you-
Hunter: -haven't been yourself. You're right, it's a terrible thing. Can I go now?
Ginger: No.
Hunter sighs and frowns.
Ginger: Yes, you haven't been yourself. You've lost the past seven matches that you had-
Hunter: That'll change tonight.
Ginger looks annoyed, but continues anyway.
Ginger: You have many fans, whether you realize it or not. They come to see you win and put on great shows and matches, as you've done in the past. I still remember the glory days of the H&C era.
Hunter's atmosphere becomes darker.
Ginger: You're valuable. I don't want you to screw up everything you have by some silly stalker and-
Hunter: I get it, I get it. Can I go now?
Ginger: No. And if you interrupt me one more time I'll-
Hunter: What? Fire me? You know you wouldn't. You said yourself that I'm valuable. Sure, the show can easily go on without me. But you don't want it that way.
Ginger sighs, knowing that Hunter's right...somehow.
Ginger: Well, I just want you to forget about the stalker business. If you want, I can get you a bodyguard-
Hunter: I don't need a bodyguard. I can guard my body myself.
Ginger (sighing): Fine. In that case, you can leave.
Hunter: Great.
Ginger goes back to his paperwork and Hunter turns to the door. H stops nad turns back around.
Hunter: Actually, as long as I'm here.
He pulls out an enveloped from his pocket and throws it on Ginger's desk.
Hunter: That's my match request for Spring into Hell. I'm going out a little later and I'm announcing it. I assume you have no problem with it?
Ginger opens the envelope.
Ginger: Well, let's see. Okay, the opponent is fine. And-
He stops and looks at Hunter, almost shocked. Hunter smirks.
Hunter: Oh yeah.
Ginger: I...I...can it be done?
Hunter: It can be done.
Ginger: In that case...yes, you can have the match.
Hunter: Great. Are you fine with the stipulation?
Ginger continues reading.
Ginger: Yes, that's fine.
Hunter: Awesome. I'll see you later.
Ginger: Yeah.
Ginger still seems to be a little shocked as Hunter walks out and closes the door.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:19:04 GMT -5
Match 5: Macho Man RDK vs Bladeseika (Credit: AK)
The arena is alive with the buzz of the fans enjoying another quality ACW Show; with a flourish of his mic, Philip regains their attention as he announces the next contest.
Philip: This next match is set for one fall…..introducing first, from Upstate New York……Bladeseika!
“Masahiro Chono” hits, and the fans leap to their feet as the awesome figure of Blade sweeps down to ringside. He enters the ring and walks around it a few times, acknowledging the fans and looking forward to tonight’s challenge.
Then, “Macho Man” hits and the audience’s cheers are just as loud as RDK makes his entrance.
Philip: And his opponent, from Yellowknife, Canada…..the Macho Man, R-D-K!
RDK seems a little subdued at first, evidently still unsettled by the appearance of his kin, but the crowd bring out the best in him, and he clears his mind, slapping hands with eager fans and filling his head with positive thoughts. Blade waits for him, and smiles under his mask as RDK tours the ring. Then the pair shake hands, and the ref gives the all – clear for things to get underway, to loud approval from the fans.
Bell Rings.
RDK and Blade circle, hands raised, each very aware that this will not be an easy battle. They get closer until in a second they’ve locked up, pushing hard against one another and searching for a grip. RDK gets one first and lifts Blade, throwing him on to his back in a display of strength; the crowd pops, and then pops again when Blade kips up. For his quick response RDK bestows a legendary eyebrow upon his opponent, and then whips him to the ropes; Blade rockets across, rebounds and leaps up into a jump right over – no! RDK reads it and jumps too, catching Blade and getting him into position so that they land in a spinebuster; the crowd roars, and RDK pins for a clear 2. The Macho Man’s not in the mood to pull his punches, and Blade responds by launching into a barrage of roundhouse kicks with a speed that RDK just can’t match. After about the 6th kick RDK drops to one knee, and Blade uses it to step up into a swinging kick to the temple. RDK keels over, dizzied by the blow, and Blade covers, hooking the leg. He gets just past 2, and the crowd starts to divide, cheering on their favourites. Attempting to build on his momentum Blade pulls RDK up and hits a neat suplex; this is followed by a vertical version, and another pin. Still RDK kicks at the 2 count, and as he gets up, Blade can sense that he’s been biding his time. Sure enough, as the pair engage in a punching battle, RDK’s strength seems to be rising; his fans get louder and louder as the Macho Man machos up, and finishes his assault with a Jabroni Buster. The impact is extremely forceful, and Blade has to draw on his reserves to break free at 2.5. He stands up straight and tall, however, and the fans’ excitement grows as they try to work out who will come out on top of this clash of the titans……
Blade gets straight to work, returning to his devastating kicks and doing his best to wear RDK down. RDK won’t simply stand there and take it, however; he backs away, forcing Blade to add speed and distance into his aiming calculations. This means that he only achieves a hit rate of about 50%, and as RDK leads him around he chooses his moment carefully, waiting until he’s close to the ropes, ducking, and then executing a back body drop that sends Blade heavily to the outside. With his fans urging him on RDK slides out; Blade is still down and looking dazed, and the showman in RDK means that he can’t resist temptation. He hops up on to the apron, and then moonsaults off, but by now Blade is recovering and he rolls aside so that RDK takes a fall much as Blade did seconds earlier. Grabbing the opportunity with both hands, Blade batters RDK with both punches and kicks before whipping him into the security barriers, startling the fans close by. With the ref’s count continuing, Blade decides to take the action back to the ring – he bundles RDK into it and then pulls off a nice somersault to leg drop before making a cover. Blade’s fans shout out as the ref counts, 1,2 – but RDK gets a shoulder up, and the resident Machomaniacs make themselves heard once again. The pair rise, and RDK pulls out all the stops – even the quicksilver Blade is too slow to avoid getting Rockbottomed at full force, and the crowd erupts as RDK covers…..
….but there is no count, and RDK looks up from the pin to see none other than Valmont and Julien, up on the apron and remonstrating with the referee, who clearly doesn’t want them there. Furious, RDK jumps up and storms over; his relatives immediately jump down, still running their mouths but retreating quickly. RDK glares at them and then turns back toward the ring – straight into the Celestial Dusk from Blade, who hasn’t noticed the extra attendees at all. It’s delivered with devastating effect, and Blade is completely unaware of the interference as he pins and the referee counts the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner….Bladeseika!
Blade picks himself up, and is pleased as the referee raises his hand. He then offers it to RDK, but the Macho Man refuses; Blade is confused, and having been around long enough to ask questions first and get pissed off later, remains calm and quizzes the referee. The ref confirms the “interruption”, and Blade understands; though still angry, RDK quickly realizes Blade’s innocence, and the pair make amends before RDK leaves Blade to finish his celebrations.
The camera stays with RDK as he walks into the back, very tired and exhausted and with his faced etched with simmering emotions. He turns a corner and sees the people he has been looking for, Valmont and Julien. RDK is on good terms with Blade now, but he is still mad about losing his match and having known after seeing the segment backstage a while earlier, that his family have made contracts in the ACW. He looks at them with a glare before Valmont speaks…
Valmont: See you later, failure...
And with that, Valmont commences his signature stride, being followed down the hallway by Julien. Leaving RDK to know that his life in ACW is about to change, perhaps forever....
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:21:38 GMT -5
Segment: A Chat with Questionable Liquids. (Credit: Ridley / Darius)
Ridley's washing a substantial amount of gore off his hands when the door swings open and Darius Silver, fresh from his revelation at Fallen Heroes, enters the locker room. Darius' eyes trail from the crimson swirling in the sink...to the overturned couch with a massive hole in it...to the huge streak of blood trailing across the floor and out the back door.
Darius: Sex with Rena's that rough, huh?
Ridley: Aren't we hilarious. Look, thanks for helping me out lately. You've been indispensable at keeping Wyvern in line.
Darius: But he still won at Fallen Heroes--
Ridley: Don't worry about it. You've accomplished your job of getting in his way constantly. He's learned that if he's so eager to hit me from behind, he'll get repaid in kind a thousand times over. Besides, now he's got bigger worries than doing Alexandra's dirty work; he's got to face my worthless sister at Omega Effect. Here's to hoping they kill each other.
With a flourish, Ridley finishes cleaning off his hands and turns, drying them, to look at Darius.
Darius: How are your shoulders doing?
Ridley: Well enough. I should be back in action by next week if they keep healing at this rate. So what's on your mind?
Darius glances at the mix of blood and water trailing down the sink with a look of curiosity.
Darius: So, How DID you get that blood on your hands?
Ridley: Don't ask, Long story.
Darius shrugs and leans against the door behind him.
Darius: Well, I had a lot of things on my mind lately.
Ridley: Do tell.
Darius: Most of them have nothing to do with ACW or the topic on hand, Except for one.
Ridley: And that is...?
Darius (laughs): How stupid can the New Breed be?! I've thought about it over and over again, Yet I can't figure it out. I mean, I was doing fine work on wrecking Wyvern over the past weeks, Then Marvel and Cheng INVITE me to be Wyvern Bodyguard?! It was all too easy.
Ridley: You played Bodyguard very well, Might I add.
Darius: ...I'll take that as a compliment.
Ridley: Rest assured, It is not over. Still lots and lots to do.
With Ridley's comment, Darius gets an angered/annoyed look on his face that could be compared to Teddy Davis, Jr. in a Crackhouse.
Darius: That's what annoys me about it, But it will pay off in due time...
Darius sighs and puts his hands in the side pockets of his Baggy Jeans.
Darius: If you'll excuse me, I'm tired and really don't feel like explaining my motives to these "Viewers" tonight, At least not yet. So since I'm not booked, I'm leaving.
Ridley: Is it past your bedtime already?
Darius (mocking Ridley): Aren't we hilarious.
With that, Darius leaves through the door behind him. Leaving Ridley in solitude.
FADE OUT...
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:24:33 GMT -5
Match 6: Wyvern vs. Hunter (Credit: Latino/ Post Match: Hunter)
Phillip: Coming to the ring the 1st ever Fallen Heroes Rumble Winner and ACW Internation Champion…..Wyvern!
As Wyvern’s theme plays he comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. He walks out slowly from the curtains holding his title over his shoulder. He raises his arms in the air causing another cheer from the fans. He now makes his way down to the ring, admiring all the fans holding up signs for New Breed and himself. He enters the ring through the middle ropes and holds up his title in the air. The ref takes the title to hand over to the ring keeper as Phillip announces Wyvern’s opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent part of the Senatorial Stable……..Hunter!
As Hunter’s theme starts playing the fans waste no time as they immediately boo him to defeaning levels. Hunter pays none of them any mind as he walks down to the ring never taking his eyes off Wyvern. He knows that after nearly a week ago he needs to create a shift in the momentum that Wyvern has and clearly intends to do so. He slides inside the ring and quickly gets up. Before he can do much more the referee calls for the bell quickly starting the match.
* The Bell Rings *
As the bell rings both men stay a few feet away from one another. The fans start cheering Wyvern’s name louder and louder with each passing second. He looks around with a smile on his and then looks back at Hunter as if to say “I didn’t do it.” Hunter looks around as the anger deep inside keeps growing and with a quick dash locks up with Wyvern. Taken by surprise, Wyvern is pushed back against the ropes as Hunter applies more and more pressure. He Irish Whips Wyvern across to the opposite ropes and follows him. As Wyvern turns around he sees Hunter coming in the fast with a spear. He jumps up quickly and Hunter runs into the ropes and bounces back. As Wyvern lands on the mats with a look of relief he turns around and is welcomed to a big boot by Hunter. He grabs a hold of the Fallen Heroes winner and gives him a piledriver smashing Wyvern’s head on the mats. He gets up and climbs the turnbuckles. The fans are now chanting Wyvern’s name louder and louder. He yells at to a few fans and then jumps off the top with a big elbow drop. Nailing as great as anyone can do he goes for the cover and puts his feet on the ropes. The ref makes the count, unknowingly of Hunter’s leg, One…Two…Thr- kickout by Wyvern as the fans pop loudly once more. Hunter gets up and runs to the opposite ropes. As Wyvern gets up Hunter tries for another spear but Wyvern dives out of the way in the nick time. This time Hunter can’t bounce back as he goes straight out of the ring between the middle ropes and lands hard on the match with a loud THUD! He rolls around on the mats as the fans all close by keep cheering on Wyvern.
Wyvern raises his arm up in the air once more and then quickly runs back to the ropes and as he comes back towards Hunter, whom is now getting up, gives him a baseball slide right in the face. Hunter goes flying back against the outside barriers. Wyvern rolls under the ropes to the outside and immediately starts wailing on Hunter with rights and lefts. Hunter drops down on his knees and punches the champion in the stomach. Willing to take any chance he gets Hunter grabs Wyvern and gives him a scoop slam onto the mats. He rolls in and out of the ring to break the count and starts stomping on Wyvern’s body. Fans from the front row start taunting Hunter more and more. He turns and starts yelling at them and out of the corner of his eye see Wyvern getting up. He instantly turns around and gives him a running lariat knocking the champion back down on the mat. Now with a smile on his face, Hunter grabs Wyvern by the hair and throws him back inside the ring. He slowly starts climbing the turnbuckles and jumps off nailing perfectly the Equinox. He goes for the cover One…Two…- Wyvern gets the shoulder up as the fans rejoice and stand up. Hunter looks around with large shock. He climbs on top of Wyvern, grabbing his head in the same motion, and starts punching him with each passing moment across the face. He stands up, bringing Wyvern along with him and whips him into the corner. He runs at him and kicks him in the gut. Moving up in the air he goes to grab Wyvern’s head but he reverses the Dynamite into a spinebuster. A loud SMACK is heard as the back of Hunter’s head hits the mat from the spinebuster. Wyvern positions himself on the top turnbuckle and back flips with a variation of the Fameasser. Landing perfectly on top of Hunter he quickly goes for the cover as he hooks the leg One….Two….Three!!
Phillip: Here is your winner…..Wyvern!!!!!
Wyvern gets up as the fans are going ecstatic. He grabs a hold of his International Title as he lifts it up smacking it with his other palm. He rolls out of the ring before Hunter can do anything. Hunter then grabs the mic.
Hunter: You've seen me enough for one night, so I'll try to make this quick. I am here to announce the first match for Spring into Hell.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2005 16:24:56 GMT -5
The fans cheer the name of the upcoming PPV.
Hunter: I said earlier tonight that I'm not too sure if I want a rematch with TNT. Well, I changed my mind.
The fans cheer loudly, very happy with the announcement of Hunter/TNT II.
Hunter: Now, I know that most PPV rematches on the next PPV have some weird and unnecessary stipulation. These stipulations usually take away from the pure art of wrestling, and I hate those stipulations. Well, it turns out I'm a hypocrite.
The fans laugh.
Hunter: Why? Because I'm adding a stipulation to our match. At Spring into Hell, you will see Hunter vs. TNT in............HARDCORE HAVEN!!!
The arena explodes into cheers. Most of the fans have to shield their ears at the crazy amount of noise that vibrates the entire arena.
Hunter: Yes, the mysterious person who has been advertising Hardcore Haven is none other than myself. I knew even before Fallen Heroes that I'd eventually use it, but I didn't know when. It was when I challenged TNT that I decided to have it at Spring into Hell. I would've had it at Fallen Heroes, but I still wanted to have enough strength left over for the battle royal. So, does anyone want to know what Hardcore Haven is?
The fans explode into cheers once again.
Hunter: Well, it's quite simple...I think. In the parking lot there's going to be a ring set up. This ring will be wider than a normal ring so that it can fit all that I want it to contain. Scattered in the ring are random weapons, from trash cans to sledgehammers to tables to ladders to chairs to brass knuckles. This ring will also be surrounded by a 30 foot tall cage. The first fifteen feet are wrapped in barbed wire, so getting whiped into it would...hurt. The next fifteen feet is just an ordinary cage wall. At the fifteen foot point is going to be a metal beam that spreads around the inside of the cage and goes out about three feet. These are what's known as "rest areas".
He takes a breath and smiles.
Hunter: The point of the match is to set up one of the ladders, climb up to the rest area, and from there, climb up the cage wall and shimmy across to the middle of the ceiling where you will have to unhook a briefcase. Once one person has it in their possession, the match is over. What's so special about this briefcase? Well, it contains a contract for a future World Title shot!
The fans cheer again.
Hunter: Mind you, this is not a #1 contendership. This is a contract which allows the winner to have a World Title shot whenever they please. They can have it at a normal show or a PPV, as long as it's cleared with the champion. And any of you in the back who don't like it...well, it doesn't matter. I just spoke with Ginger and he allowed it. So, I'll see you all at Spring into Hell!
The fans cheer as "Thunderstruck" hits again. Hunter drops the mic and rolls out of the ring and walks backstage, leaving the audience to talk amongst themselves about this brand new interesting match-up.
Fade Out.
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