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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:39:02 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 12th January 2005
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------
Jake Cheng vs. Kudo
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N-Sane vs. Jonny Spade
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The Only Reds Fan vs. Scott Andrews
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Snowball Fight Rena vs. Charlotte
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Bre Double T vs. Predator
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Affirmative Action vs. Hunter & Senator
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ACW International Title Match Santiago Rivera vs. Vladimir Rasputin
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Cage Match RDK vs. Hitman of the Gods
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:39:21 GMT -5
Meltdown starts with its usual fanfare and pyro; the fans are all eager to see how the events of Warfare will affect tonight’s show. It’s certain to be a lively one, and the crowd looks well and truly up for it as the alphatron comes to life, to begin the first segment of the night…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:40:18 GMT -5
Segment: Just a 'little' pissed off (credit: Bre)
Bre Double T is walking back and fourth in what appears to be the armada locker room. He is wearing his ring gear, ready for his match with predator that is coming up. Charlotte King enters with a microphone in her hand. Bre greets her the only way he can, the way he is feeling.
Bre: Oh, just the person I was hoping to see, I'm a little pissed off and I need a glorified mic holder.
Charlotte: Actually I..
Bre: I don't care what you got to say. Just hold the damn mic and look pretty.
Bre walks over to a cooler, grabs a beer and pops it open. He walks back to the camera
Bre: Now all the people watchin' at home better turn up the volume on their god damn T.V.'s because the Light Heavyweight champion has got something to say and I'm pretty damn sick and tired of having to repeat myself.
I'm not feeling very chipper right now and their is a good fucking reason for that fact. You see I have a belt that goes around my waist that isn't in my possession right now. Some of you may have forgot that this belt was around my waist but I assure you it was their, and no matter how much beggin' and pleadin' you do to have that belt taken from around my waist, short of the title being stolen from me, well let's just check the list.
Bre pulls out an imaginary list and begins to check it. Bre then gets in Charlotte's face as he does this
Bre: let me see, it says right here that the chance of that belt being taken from me in a 1 on 1 match up is, uh......... NOT FUCKING LIKELY!
As I said before, some of you may have forgotten what that belt was that I wore around my waist. The belt that I wore around my waist was the Light Heavyweight Championship. The ONLY way that belt would be taken from me is if it was stolen, and it was. Jake Cheng took it from me. I knew that Jake was hungry for gold, but I didn't know that he was as hungry for it as Rena is for cock!
The crowd let's out a collective "ooh!"
Bre: Yeah, that's pretty fuckin hungry. So I drove into the arena thinking that I'd see jake, whip his ass and take MY title back. Unfortunately, I didn't see him when I got here and later found out that he wasn't even wrestling tonight! Jake can say that he ain't wrestling for whatever reason he wants, but I know and all the fans know that jake is just another bitch victim trapped in my world. Well that's alright jake, because their are a lot of victims that are trapped in my world, most of them reside in this organization, but Jake I'm gonna see ya again and when I do, If I don't get my belt back, I guarantee that I'll do to you what I do with most other victims that get in my way and that is to give you the biggest ass whippin' of your life. Now, I know that may sound a little cliche' but what the fuck do you want me to do about it? It's an undeniable truth.
Bre takes a drink of his beer
Bre: Now, If I was Predator I'd be real fucking scared right now. Last time I faced off with this jackass he beat me in the center of that ring and I have to give him props because that is something that is very difficult to do.
Here's why he should be scared, I'm really pissed off, haven't had enough beer, and the fact that you beat me is gonna drive me that much more to beat you in the center of the ring 1,2,3. Predator I'm gonna lay an ass whippin' on ya and that's the bottom line... CAUSE STONE COLD-- oh shit that's not it. I'm so pissed I forgot my catch phrase. Oh, wait, I got it, IF YA SMELLLLLLALALALALALALALALALALALA --- no that's not it, I'm just so pissed, know what I mean Charlotte. Okay I know, Because I AM THE GAME AND I AM-- SHIT! that's not it. oh wait how the hell could I forget, It goes something like this................... Predator tonight the one phrase that you'll be hearing after the 1,2,3 will be the same thing that is often repeated after any ACW event, it's something that is repeated by the fans, the announcers, hell even the boys in the back. That phrase is "Oh My God He Just Got Doubled Over!!!"
Bre takes a swig of his beer and walks off camera as he leaves, presumably to prepare for his upcoming match.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:41:26 GMT -5
Match 1: Jake Cheng vs. Kudo (Credit: Tornado, opening events credit: Jake)
We return from a commercial to see Philip is already in the ring.
Philip: The following match is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Kyoto, Japan. Weighing in at 201 lbs…KUDO YASUDA!!
The arena lights dim and then flash periodically with the beat of “Poison” until the lights slowly come back on with Kudo at the top walking the ramp. Kudo walks down to the ring, slides in and waits for his opponent.
Philip: Introducing his opponent…from Hong Kong, China. Weighing in at 196 lbs…JAKE CHENG!!
The fans look expectantly up the ramp but nothing happens. Kudo looks around, confused but suspicious about what trick The Untouchables member is pulling. Philip gets out of the ring to talk frantically to the timekeeper before getting back in.
Philip: From Hong Kong, China…JAKE CHENG!!
Once again nothing happens. Mutterings can be heard going around the crowd and Kudo looks restless. He waits for ten seconds before going over to Philip and saying something that can’t be heard. Philip shrugs his shoulders prompting Kudo to walk towards the ropes.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen due to the failure of Jake Cheng to appear this match has been decl—
The alphatron suddenly comes to life, and a familiar figure appears on screen.
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LW; two letters that would make up a good chunk of Jake’s ACW career. Weather it is competing, winning, losing, gaining back, losing or steal, Jake’s career is that LW title. And Jake knows it. His knows his destiny is to be the best LW champion, even though his ego is telling him he is already the best.
Jake is sitting all by his lonesome in what appears to be some kind of diner or truck stop. He eats a very late breakfast; he drove most of the night and slept most of the day in his car. He has so much food in front of him; you can’t see the plate that the food is on. Eggs, bacon and toast, Jake’s favorite breakfast.
Across from Jake sits Bre’s LW title. I would tell you why Jake is at the truck stop, but I would assume that you know that Jake is hiding so he doesn’t have the give up that title. The title he stares at while he starts to eat. Kind of creepy? You bet.
Jake: I don’t get why people are trying to get me to call you the LHW title. You’re the same title from back before Jade took you and left. I mean, the only ‘h’ on the title is the one in my name.
Wow, he put his name on the belt. The camera zooms in to show the audience the little piece of white paper taped to the title that read ”Jake Cheng.” Pathetic? You bet.
Jake: Yes. I’m pathetic. But Bre is more pathetic. The whole Armada is pathetic. It was four on one. But no, you were too busy checking on each other. Pussies.
Pussies? You’re the one hiding in a diner ten hours from the arena.
Jake: Sure, I’m hiding instead of going to Meltdown, but I deserve a break. I defeated a whole stable single-handedly. Your lucky I didn’t go to Meltdown tonight, or I would have defeated Kudo and taken your ET title too. All I had to do is give him a little paper cut and the rest of the stable would have been down at the ring in a heartbeat checking on him. I would just take the ET title and escape unscathed.
Jake takes a bite of his toast and a sip of his giant glass of orange juice.
Jake: Oh, and speaking of Kudo, you’ll still have a match, do don’t fret. Ginger and I straightened everything out and he said I could get a replacement. So I gave Damien fifty bucks to fight you for me. Have fun you two.
He takes another sip of orange juice and almost spits it out when he remembers something. He swallows it and then remembers what he was going to say.
Jake: Oh yeah. Congratulations to AK, RDK, BK and Latino for taking evasive action last week when the Senatorial Stable attacked you.
Jake laughs before going back to eat his breakfast.
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As the clip ends, out of nowhere Philip is interrupted, the lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as Bodies by Drowning Pool hits the P.A and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while Damien King can be seen walking through the crowds of people not paying any attention to any fans. Once he gets to the barrier he jumps on top of it and balances himself on it and leaps across the open space and lands on the apron then hops again over the top rope then once in the ring pyro shoot up and in the ring and Damien spins around as pyro shower down under him.
Philip walks over to Kudo, conferring with him quietly. After a few seconds Kudo nods his head and squares up to Damien.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, it appears that we have a change of competitor for this matchup. Damien Kind will be competing in the absent Jake Cheng’s place.
Bell Rings
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:42:22 GMT -5
Kudo hits Damien quickly with a clothesline and locks in a Grounded Front Headlock with knee strikes. He then pulls Damien to his feet only to knock him down with a multitude of stiff kicks to his torso, finishing with a powerful kick to the head. Once again Kudo tries to pull Damien to his feet but gets countered with a low-blow. He then hits Kudo with a Vertical Hanging Suplex, following with a cover…Kudo kicks out before the ref can even hit the canvas once. Kudo does a quick Kip Up and instantly gets the upper hand again with a Brainbuster followed by a cover…
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…kickout before the 3 count. Kudo quickly drags Damien up and instantly hits him with the K.O Exploder, obviously going for the quick win. Kudo quickly locks in the Triangle Hold but he makes the mistake of locking it in too near the ropes and Damien manages to get a rope break. Kudo looks far from annoyed at this, he almost looks pleased as he is extremely confident in his ability. He does, however, underestimate Damien’s resilience and is shocked when he gets hit with the Gordbuster. Damien follows this up swiftly with the Driving Forearm Smash, clearly looking to keep on top of his highly regarded opponent. Kudo gets instantly to his feet to be hit by a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam and covered…
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…kickout just after the 2. Kudo seems shocked at his opponents offense and slightly angry with himself for letting himself fall behind. He lets out a bellow as he gets to his feet and almost instantaneously hits Damien with a Headscissors Takedown after which Kudo waits for Damien to rise to his feet. While doing so he pumps his fists and yells, signalling that the end is coming. Damien unfortunately rises with his back to Kudo and has zero time to react as he turns and is flung across the ring with the impact of Kudo’s running Yakuza Knee. The following cover is inevitable, as is the 3 count that follws.
Philip: Your winner by pinfall…KUDO YASUDA!!
Kudo stands over the limp body of Damien and celebrates his victory. He then stands on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the delight of the crowd.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:43:39 GMT -5
Segment: And It All Seems So Clear... (Credit: Hunter)
We return from the commercial break to receive a complimentary pan across the arena floor, where we can make out random people cheering and waving signs, generally being in an all too happy mood.
And then "Ex Nihilo" hits, and all goes to hell. But one generally would not see this coming if it weren't for the events that transpired a few days ago. Hunter walks out with the World Title on his shoulder, sporting a cocky grin and a pair of heel sunglasses. You know the ones I speak of. Every heel is liable in his or her contract to have a pair on hand. Yeah, those. Hunter continues walking down the ramp and then slides into the ring, letting the fans boo him into oblivion. He grabs the mic and finally gets the chance to speak.
Hunter: Hmmm...it's been sometime. Dare I say that I've actually missed being booed. But for once, I can't say that I deserve it.
The fans boo this for whatever reason they choose to.
Hunter: What, you disagree? Well then you're all morons. I do what is in my best interest, and at that time laying waste to arguably the four most dangerous people to my title was in my best interest. And considering that I had the monster known as the Hitman of the Gods and the technical mastermind that is the Senator watching my back, I had good odds to take them out. And guess what? I did.
The fans boo once again.
Hunter: Oh come now. Are you people telling me that you wouldn't take this precaution? If you were in my position, would you honestly let the opportunity pass? I took them out and I did so for the right reason. And now tonight, the Senator and I get to face BK London and Latino, and we get to utterly destroy them and send them into oblivion. What's not to love?
The fans boo once more, but then suddenly Ginger's theme hits the speakers. The fans lighten up minorly, thinking that perhaps the chairman can bring some good to Hunter's evil yet deliciously tactic nature.
Ginger: Indeed, what's not to love? The plan went perfectly. I must indeed thank you for taking my advice, Hunter.
The fans boo both men now, as they see where this is going. Hunter, however, simply smirks.
Hunter: Oh come now, Ginger. You come to me in the back and say, "hey, I want you to destroy those four tonight." But did you honestly think I wouldn't have done it myself?
Ginger: Well, I---
Hunter: No, you nothing. I didn't do any of that for you. It just so happens that what I did affected you in a positive manner.
Ginger: How dare you talk to me like that, I'll---
Hunter: No, you'll nothing. As far as I'm concerned, you can't tell me what to do. I'm the World Champion, baby! And you know that our ratings have drastically increased since I defeat RDK for the title. What's more important to you, money or dignity?
Ginger chuckles.
Ginger: What a stupid---
Hunter: Don't worry, you needn't answer the question. We all know the answer.
He smirks as the fans boo...even though deep inside they can't help but know he's right.
Hunter: But as long as you're out here, make yourself useful. On Monday, Jonny Spade had the AUDACITY to interfere in my match and hit ME with a steel chair. I want a match with him, one-on-one, on Monday.
Ginger: Fair enough. But, as you so kindly pointed out, your title reign has been getting high ratings. Thus I see a great idea on the horizon...Hunter...versus Jonny Spade...for the WORLD TITLE!
The fans cheer the prospect, if only to cause Hunter pain. Hunter simply stands there and looks at Ginger maliciously. Deep inside, he knows it's the only way he can receive his vengeance.
Hunter: All right, it's on. But, tonight, I have more important matters. Tonight, I get to destroy BK London and Latino. Tonight...
He pauses.
Hunter: ...I HUNT!
He drops the mic more aggressively than usual as "Ex Nihilo" hits the speakers. Ginger simply turns away and goes backstage as Hunter follows suit. He doesn't know it yet, but this new, dark path will affect him more than he could ever imagine. Secrets will be told and lies will be obscured. But not yet. For now, he waits.
God I love foreshadowing.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:45:11 GMT -5
Match 2: N-Sane vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Jonny)
Fans get excited as they see Phillip standing in the center of the ring with a mic in hand.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring he is making his ACW debut. He weighs in at 220lbs from St. Louis Missouri…He goes by the name of N-SANE!!!
The fans give an obligatory cheer to N-Sane as he comes down the ring to the music of Sugar, Were going down by Fallout Boy. Even though fans don’t know anything about this guy, the ones at ring side stick their hands out and slaps hands with him as he comes down the isle. He slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to pose to the crowd. He hopes down and waits for his competitor.
Phillip: And his opponent……He weighs in at 245 pounds from Toronto Canada he is JONNY….SPADE!!!
Bodies by Drowning Pool start to play on the PA system being the more well known man of the match the crowd chooses to cheer for him more. Jonny makes his way down to the ring and slides into the ring. However before he can get up N-Sane takes the advantage and starts the assault on Jonny by stomping on him. The ref sees this and starts the match right away.
*bell rings*
N-Sane continues to stomp away at Jonny preventing him anyway of getting up from the mat. Somehow though Jonny is able to get onto one of his knees and N-Sane is surprised to see this though so he starts to throw a lot of left and right hands at him trying to keep him back down on the mat. Unfortunately though it doesn’t work though because Jonny is successful enough to catch one of his punches and holds his fist in his hand and N-Sane looks at the fist caught in Jonny’s hand and gets a huge shock on his face as Jonny starts to stand up and walks closer to N-Sane and gives him a big clothesline to the chest/upper chest area that sends him down to the mat. Jonny stands up and moves over to his legs he lifts them up and tries to apply the Spider’s Web (Boston Crab) but N-Sane is able to squirm out of it and make his way to the bottom rope and slides out onto the apron.
Jonny walks over to the apron and reaches over the ropes and tries to grab N-Sane to pull him up. However, N-Sane grabs him by the head and jumps down off the apron hanging Jonny on the top rope making him bounce back to the center of the ring. N-Sane then climbs back onto the apron and stands up; he sees that Jonny is still relatively close to the ropes. N-Sane decides to take a risk and leaps up onto the top rope and attempts a springboard Tornado DDT but Jonny is able to notice it and catch him as he leaps and slams him down onto the mat to deliver a massive spinebuster to N-Sane and Jonny quickly rolls over to the pin, and the ref counts…
1… … 2… … THR--2.5
The ref gets to 2.5 as N-Sane is able to lift his shoulder up mostly out of instinct. Jonny then stands up quickly and moves over to the head of N-Sane and picks him up by the head. He then gives him a big knee to the gut which in turn, makes N-Sane bend over holding his gut. Jonny grabs him by the head and pulls him between his legs and lifts him up for what it seems like to be a powerbomb. However though N-Sane is still aware enough to counter it into what he was trying to do a few moments ago. N-Sane is successful in readjusting his legs and getting the right momentum to achieve a Tornado DDT.
Both men are down on the mat and the ref starts a 10 count. By the count of 5 Jonny starts to stir and he uses the ropes to gain leverage to stand up and by 7 N-Sane is stirring and starting to get up. Jonny is able to quickly shake the cobwebs out of his body and he runs up behind N-Sane and grabs him at his waist. He lifts him up and at first it appears that he is going to perform a German suplex but he does a move that hasn’t been seen before ever (http://tinyurl.com/dzmm8). Jonny calls the move the Dragon Fly. The move gets the crowd hyped up and makes them cheer for Jonny. The move takes everything out of N-Sane and Jonny makes the cover, and the ref makes the 3 count giving Jonny the win.
Phillip: Here is your winner………Jonny Spade!!
Bodies starts up on the P.A system and Jonny gets up and looks down at N-Sane laying there holding onto his back. Jonny gets close to his face and yells into his face… “Welcome to ACW I hope you enjoy your stay.” He gets up and steps through the ropes and makes his way up the rampway and through the back. The ref then pulls N-Sane under the bottom rope and helps him to the back. The fans give him a cheer though based on his performance. Once he gets to the top of the ramp he poses one last time before he gets to the back so he can recover.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:48:16 GMT -5
Segment: You are not worthy! (Credit: Tornado & Predator)
Philip is in-ring, ready to announce the next match.
Philip: The next match is a single’s match scheduled for one fall--
Philip’s announcement is interrupted when all the lights go out, coming back on when ‘Bring Da Rukus’ by Wu-Tang Clan and a pyro simultaneously hit. The crowd boo on seeing Tornado walk out, mic in hand and belt round waist.
Tornado: Get out of the ring you fat fuck! The match can wait; I’ve got something to say.
Tornado takes his time getting to the ring but when he finally gets there he still flips forward over the ropes in his customary fashion.
Tornado: I was going to defend my title again tonight…
He holds the Junior Title aloft which prompts a mixed reaction; some boo him for being cocky, others cheer for the Title.
Tornado: …but I read the roster list and there is not a single wrestler in this division, other than Red of course but he’s busy tonight, who is worthy of a title shot against me. Take Law for example…
A video from Monday’s Warefare comes on the Alphatron:
Tornado pulls back hard causing a surge of pain to flow through Corporal’s body and he suddenly starts tapping as the Referee calls for the bell.
Phillip: Here is your winner…Tornado!
Tornado: …I’d hardly locked in the Cyclone Hold before he was tapping like a little bitch. If that’s what you call upcoming talent you’re very much mistaken. You want talent? Look no further!
’Stay Together For The Kids’ by Blink 182 hits and Predator walks out to the apparent delight of the fans. He is wearing some slick new jeans and on top only a vest, revealing is now chisseled waist.
Tornado: Woah, woah, woah! Who do you think you are? You have no right to interrupt ME! I-
Predator: Easy now Junior, unless you were dead before you joined ACW you’d know who I am! I am a former 2x Entertainment Title Holder and a former Tag Team Champion! I am the former pro-to-jay, of The Main Eventah, The Showstoppah, The Boy Wondah: Bee-Kay-London baby! He's a freakin' Triple Crown! What does that say? That means that I was considered to be the very best! I've headlined events! I am THE former Entertainment Champion, Kudo Yasuda is keeping it warm for me, I respect that. But before I deal with him, I noticed that you think your a big shot! Why? Cause you beat a fat german? Please, PALEASE! You are yesterday's newspaper, YOU ARE A JOKE! I am the Predator, I am a legend! I am greatness, THE FANS AGREE! When they see you, they just think disgusting.....SO FRANKLY TORNADO, THE PRED HEADS ARE NOT IMPRESSED!
The crowd pops, just merely excited to see Predator back. Tornado shakes his head.
Tornado: ...Former this, former that. Former is nothing in the industry! So what? You did something good once upon a time, big deal! All that matters is here and now! And matter of fact I remember you for the time you were crying in Ginger’s office after getting whupped by my new buddy Jake Cheng. I would show a clip but I didn’t know you were gonna show you’re ugly mug tonight, so do us all a favour and fuck off!
Predator: Excuse me? I WON the Entertainment title from Jake Cheng! Yeah you heard me! That loser had a 1 week reign. A ONE WEEK REIGN! What kind of man is he? My reign was an illustrious one! His wasn't! Besides, just a minute ago you were bitching and whining that you had no contender’s for the Junior Title, well now you got one!
Tornado: You?! Hahahaha! You may be a former champ but all that tells me is that you’re a has-been.
Predator: Has been? Lemme tell you something, I JUST turned TWENTY THREE a month ago bitch! I am still waiting for my freakin' prime! You are a man who got spanked by a main eventer and then used your friend to beat an overweight german gym teacher! Very impressive. If you think I am a has been baby, then lets rumble on Warfare, for the championship!
Tornado: You crack me up. You think I’m gonna give you a shot straight off? No way. You gotta prove that you’re worthy of a title shot. I’ll only give you a title shot if you beat me so…you’re out of luck, no title shot for you bitch!
’Reptile’ hits and Red sprints out to jump Predator from behind, knocking him to the ground ½ way down the ramp. Tornado gets out of the ring and walks over to where Predator is on the floor. The crowd boo.
Tornado: This is as close as you get to this title bitch.
He drops the mic next to Predator’s head. ‘Bring Da Rukus’ hits once more and Tornado and Red leave, but not before Tornado gives Predator a swift kick to the head.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:49:51 GMT -5
Segment: A song for LOVE!? (Credit: Rena)
Rena: There’s nothing on…hmm… “What I love about men…”…might as well watch that.
Woman on TV: And I love it when they sing to me.
Rena: Sing?
Woman: I get all tingly and I just wanna jump his bones and keep him forever. I think musicians are a huge turn-on for females. It shows they have more talent than just good in bed!
Rena shut the TV off and threw the tub of Rocky Road ice cream and the converter off her lap onto the coffee table. She jumped up immediately and looked around.
Rena: That’s it! I’ll write a song for him! But it has to be tonight…so It’ll make a bigger impact if the song is fresh from my heart…yeah…I’ll improvise with my heart! I don’t have an instrument though…hmm...oh!
Rena rushed into a room and rustling began. Boxes flew out and fell into the hallway, and after a few moments of determination, she found it.
Rena: A Ukulele! I gotta tune this thinger up! I haven’t played this since I couldn’t play anything else in music class! My teacher said it was like I was trying to give the clarinet oral sex…I prolly was at that age! Now I’m changed! Rena Matheson, Soldier of love!
Rena pulled the tabs and strings to tune it up, even though she had no idea how. After she strung a few chords with her fingers, she figured it was good enough.
Rena: I think I remember where his house is…I’ll just park my car farther away and walk to his house.
Rena moved quickly out her door, and jumped inside her car. She placed the Ukulele on the passenger side and sped down the road.
Rena: I hope he likes it. It’s just for him. My little love bug!
As she stopped a few steps from his house, and a few bushes also, Rena ran towards his house.
Rena: Good! His window is open, and I can see him! What is he doing? Watching TV? He should be thinking of me all night!!
Hitman was inside, watching a sport of some kind with a few of his friends. They seemed very content, but Rena was determined. She strung her Ukelele and began to sing at the top of her lungs.
((Inside))
Friend: Someone hear something?
Friend2: Yeah it sounds like someone’s strangling cats outside.
Hitman: Whoever it is, it’s annoying…I can’t even hear the TV!
Friend: Go give that thing a piece of your mind!
Friend2: Do it! You won’t!
Hitman strode to the window and poked his head out even before looking.
Hitman: HEY! SHUT THE HELL UP! SOME PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO WATCH TV! FUCK!
Rena’s smiling face turned into horrid fear. She began to cry melodramatically, running as fast as she can down the street. Hitman never got to see her face, as she turned around so quickly to his screaming call.
Hitman: What the…hell?
Rena: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!!
Hitman: Weird girl…
Friend: Who?
Hitman: No one…
((Outside))
Rena: My Plan failed. He didn’t like my song! What am I to do!? Maybe I should throw a rock at his window until he comes back…even if he does yell at me again we’ll have some time together!
Rena moved back to the house, where the men were still sitting, laughing about something. It was obvious he closed the window after the last incident. She dropped down and picked up the only rock she could find. She had only seen this done in movies, and wasn’t sure if it would work. She threw it as far as she could, and it just tipped the window. After a few moments, she noticed it didn’t work.
Rena: Let’s try something bigger…
As she bent down, she found a larger rock, and threw it as hard as she could. As she watched it soar in the air, she smiled as if it were her own heart flying towards Hitman. The heart sunk as the window made a smashing sound, glass flying everywhere.
Hitman (from inside): WHAT THE FUCK!?
Rena: Shit, RUN!
Rena ran as fast as she could to her car before Hitman had a chance to get her.
Rena: Now I know what a criminal feels like!
Instead, Hitman stuck his head out the broken window, and although he couldn’t see anyone, he was sure they were still in ear distance.
Hitman: COME BACK HERE! IF I EVER FIND YOU I’LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!
Rena: Sounds Kinky…NO! I’m not like that anymore! I’m Soldier of Love!
She got into her car, and sped through the streets as if she were on fire and she was driving to the only body of water in the world.
Rena: Two plans foiled in one night! I’m hopeless!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:51:35 GMT -5
Match 3: The Only Reds Fan vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Scott)
As ACW cuts to the arena, Philip is standing in the ring, microphone in hand, as he announces the next match.
Philip: This match is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by the ACW Junior Champion, Tornado, from Columbus, Ohio…The Only Reds Fan!
"Reptile" hits the arena speakers, and Red emerges from the back. Tornado walks casually behind him. They both seem unfazed by the boos from the crowd, and even stir the audience by performing the one finger salute. They make their way down the ramp and get into the ring.
Philip: And his opponent, from Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at 220 pounds, The "Scarlet" Assassin, Scott Andrews!
"Stronghold" blasts the audio system, and Scott makes his way onto the entrance ramp. He smiles arrogantly as the fans jeer and shout remarks at him. Scott shrugs it off, wipes his chin with his thumb, and continues towards the ring. He stops just before the apron and stares at Red, who does the same back. Scott climbs the stairs, as not to be ambushed by climbing under the ropes. The referee calls for the bell as Scott steps between the ropes.
Bell Rings.
Red starts on the offense straight away as he unloads a flurry of lefts and rights. Scott backs into the turnbuckle, still trying to avoid the vicious onslaught. The referee has to step in to stop the closed fists from hitting Scott. Red backs off, and as soon as the ref moves out of the way, Scott hits a perfect Running Spinning Wheel Kick to knock Red down. Red holds his head as Scott moves over and lifts him to his feet. Scott whips Red across the ring into the opposite ropes. On the rebound, Scott delivers a smooth arm drag. Red gets to his feet and immediately delivers his own arm drag to Scott who had rushed at him. Red, however, keeps the grip on Scotts arm, but Scott lifts his legs up and around the neck of Red into a headscissors. Red kips up and escapes the hold. Both men stand and face the other, both in 'fight ready' positions. The smarks in the crowd applaud the skill of the two, along with some of the more casual fans. This causes a chain reaction, and more cheers follow. Scott puts his arm up for a test of strength. Red obliges and extends his arm upward. Bad move. Scott gives Red a solid kick to the guts, and slaps his face as he falls to the ground. Scott stands and poses to the crowd, a grin on his face. The crowd boo the cocky ACW superstar. Unfortunately for Scott he takes too much time taunting and doesn't notice Red behind him, and a quick roll-up catches Scott off guard. Tornado watches anxiously for the count.
1...
2...
Kick Out!
Scott isn't about to taken down by a sneaky move like that. He gets up before Red does and begins stomping on the head and body of his opponent. Scott then lifts Red up to his feet and attempts a Half Nelson Face Buster. He hooks the arm and goes for the drop, but Red lifts him instead and hits a pendulum backbreaker. He goes for the cover, but only gets a one count. Red gets to his knees and then stands. He raises Scott to his feet and performs a Snapmare. Red then runs, bounces off the ropes and delivers a Front Dropkick to his seated opponent. He goes for another cover, but again he comes short with only a two count. Red looks fed up, and he drags Scotts body into the middle of the ring, parallel to the ropes. Red then jumps over Scott, leaps onto the top rope, and flings himself backwards with a Springboard Moonsault, only to land on the elevated knees of Scott Andrews. Red rolls around clutching his stomach, while Scott stands slowly. He waits for Red to stand before kicking him in the guts and hoisting him over his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry Position. Scott signals for the Assassination (Spinning Fireman’s Carry to Diamond Cutter) by nodding and smirking to the crowd. He spins, but Reds legs connect with the temple of the referee who goes down. Scott goes for the cover, but there is no ref. He stands up and goes towards the ref to wake him up. But behind Scott, Tornado appears, with his Junior Title in hand. He slams it across the back of Scotts head, and he falls to the mat. Tornado goes over to Red and lifts him to his feet. They both go over and lift Scott up. Red hooks the neck of Scott while Tornado ascends the turnbuckle. Scott gets lifted into a Stalling Suplex, until Tornado hits a hard Diving Zerosen Kick into the stomach of Andrews, completing the suplex. Tornado dives under the bottom ropes as the referee begins to come to. Red hooks the leg of Andrews and the ref counts the 1...2...3!
Philip: Here is your winner...The Only Reds Fan!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:52:55 GMT -5
The crowd are in a state of confusion of whether to cheer the loss of Scott Andrews, or boo the devious plot of Red and Tornado, and so a mix of both are heard from the fans. Red and Tornado leave the ring and begin walking up the ramp. Scott gets to one knee slowly, clutching his stomach. Tornado and Red are halfway up the ramp when they turn and raise both arms. They continue to walk backwards with their arms still raised and a look of satisfaction on their faces. We then see Scott call for a microphone. He stands in pain and leans against the ropes for stability.
Scott: Red!...You sneaky son of a bitch...I knew you couldn't beat me alone. Therefore, I have decided to arrange a match for next Thursday. A match that both of us will enjoy, because of our passion for 'red'. Ya' see Red, in this match the winner is the first person to make the other see their color of choice drip onto the mat. The first to make the other wear a mask of scarlet liquid. The first to make the other bleed! That's right, Red! A First Blood Match, daddy! Next week on Meltdown!
Red now has a microphone that has been given to him by a backstage worker.
Red: That's fine, Scott. If you wanna continue this pathetic fiasco, then be my guest, but it's you who will be bleeding at the end of the night. Don't you know, Scott? It's a match with the No DQ stipulation. You know what that means? It means, Tornado here can help me out and kick your ass again, hahaha...
Scott: See that's the part I like the most. Funny thing is, Red, Tornado is banned from ringside during the match. Funny, huh?
The crowd give mixed reactions to this statement, still teetering on who's side to take. Red and Tornado do not look at all pleased by the stipulation, stomping and yelling barely audible remarks over the crowds volume, but Red can do nothing about it. He just drops the microphone and walks to the back, shaking his head. Scott sits in the ring and smiles that confident smile, chuckling to himself. Scott knows he has Red alone this time, and that is more than enough to ensure Scott has the mental advantage going into their re-match next week. Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:54:32 GMT -5
Segment: A Politician’s Answer (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, the camera is positioned at the end of a hallway, with Kevin Anderson standing by with a microphone. At the far end, the Senator can be seen speaking to Anthony Kalb, with a handful of letters in his hand, and gesturing wildly.
The Senator: …and really, the reason that this bill should be passed is…
Kevin Anderson: If you have a minute, I have a question, Mr. Phillips!
Senator: Fine, Anthony, take these to the local post office, and get them sent pronto, thanks. Very well then, this better be good, you do realize that you have the audacity, the very nerve to interrupt important business of the United States government, so make it snappy, and make it good!
Anderson: Uh, the question that everyone is asking right now is…
Senator: Ah, I know what you are going to ask! You want to know why exactly I decided to join in on the pre-emptive strike that took place at the end of the last Warfare! Am I right, Mr. Anderson?
Anderson: Uh…
Senator: Of course I am correct, well, Mr. Anderson, the reason is actually twofold, although both parts both have a common overriding theme. First off, if you have not noticed, the Senatorial Stable is host to the top champion in the world, the ACW champion, Hunter. My associate is in possession of the most prized amalgam of leather and gold in the professional wrestling industry, and as the founder and official leader of the Stable, I have a responsibility to my associates. That responsibility includes making sure that all major threats to the title holder become lessened if not terminated. By that logic, then, that main event was a target of opportunity. I saw the four top threats to my associate’s title reign standing right there in the middle of the ring, and realized that if I could eliminate them, or even weaken them, it would be a great advantage for Hunter, and the Stable as a whole. That is why I entered the ring on Warfare.
The Senator cracks his neck, and smirks before continuing.
Senator: Then again, I would not be telling the entire story if I said that was the only reason I hit the ring with the Stable. Ever since returning from my sabbatical from ACW, I have realized one thing. The Stable is, well, stable, but even while we have always been about unlocking potential and watching each other’s back, we never fully were able to realize our potential in the past. By taking out arguably four of the five top current ACW wrestlers, we finally set the agenda. Yes, once again, it was a target of opportunity, but by taking that opportunity, the Stable has become the force that it always should have been! Our voice becomes paramount, and the Stable becomes the preeminent threat to everyone in this humble little federation! I want everyone to take notice, the four people who we attacked, that conglomeration of middling talent that feel that they are “untouchable,” anyone here who thinks that they have a shot at the ACW title, heck, anyone here in this arena that competes in that ring should take notice! The Senatorial Stable is here, it is here to stay, and it is here to wreak havoc…and that, my friends, is nothing…but the truth!
The Senator tosses Anderson’s microphone back to him as he struts off around the corner.
Anderson: Uh…well, that’s the Senator, and hailing from the maze of hallways in the ACW Arena, this is Kevin Anderson, back to you, Max.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:55:53 GMT -5
Segment: Making a meal of things (Credit: Rena)
Every so often, the ladies of ACW like to have a girls’ night in. This is one such night….
Charlotte: I brought Cosmo!
AK: Oh…Joy…
Carma: It’s not that bad! We can see what our best sex positions are!
AK: Just ask Latino, he can tell you.
Rena: Don’t be such a party pooper, AK.
Alicia sighed and placed her head on a pillow, looking up at all the girls with a raised brow. Carma flipped quickly through the magazine as Rena moved to the mirror to play with her hair. Charlotte lay on her side and stared at Carma.
Carma: Found a quiz. What is a man’s favorite food?
AK: That’s easy. The Big Man’s Supreme!
Rena’s ears pricked up as she heard this name. Carma and Charlotte looked at Alicia questionably as Rena ran around for a pen and pencil. Alicia moved upwards and hugged her knees, smiling at them all.
Charlotte: What’s that made of?
Rena stood a distance away from the girls, holding a pen and piece of paper close to her with anticipation.
AK: Well first, Steak. Sirloin or Rib-eye, preferably.
Rena: STEAK!
AK: With black pepper and crème fraiche sauce.
Rena:…..sauce, pepper, uh huh….
AK: and then baby baked potatoes, crispy outside, soft inside.
Rena: …Baked Potatoes!
AK: And usually a vegetable of some sort, to round it off.
Carma: Huh.
Rena: What kind of vegetable?
AK: Oh, they never notice the vegetable. It’s just so they can see you’re making a special effort.
Rena: Ok Alicia, I’ll ask you another question from the quiz.
Rena grabbed the magazine from Carma and looked at the next question. She thought to herself, reading it.
Rena (thinking): How many times do you masturbate a day? That isn’t going to help me at all…
The girls looked at her for the next question.
Rena: Uhm…What is the best thing to say to a man to get his attention?
AK smiles, unable to resist the temptation.
AK: Heh…. “I’ve got crabs.”
Charlotte: What?
Rena: Interesting…
Rena began to write it down quickly to make sure no one noticed her. Charlotte, Carma and Alicia laughed at AK’s own answer, but Rena was under the impression it were a serious answer.
Rena: I’ll be right back, k?
Carma: You’re not staying for girl’s night?
Rena: I’m coming back! I just have some things to take care of…
Rena rushed downstairs, put on her coat, and drove to the supermarket. She bought everything she could and came back, placing it all on the kitchen table.
Rena: ALICIA!
AK: What?
Rena: I don’t know how to cook this!
AK comes into the kitchen.
AK: Ah. You’re cooking this for Hitman?
Rena: Yes…
AK: Well, after Monday……. oh, what the heck. Okay, I’ll help.
Rena: Thank you Alicia!
Rena hugged her, but let her go in order to allow her to cook. AK moved around quickly, obviously knowing what to do. After an hour, AK handed her a basket of the lovely dish.
AK: The most important part is the steak. The potatoes and the vegetable is just the jewelry, the “bling” factor. Got it?
Rena: Yes.
Carma: WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE!?
Rena: MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!
Charlotte: Don’t be all grumpy, Rena!
AK: Hurry up! You’d better go before it gets cold.
Rena: Right. Wish me luck!
AK: Do your best!
Rena jumped inside her car and sped to Hitman’s house. It felt like hours just driving there, her anticipation of his face when he sees it…
Rena: Here you go.
Hitman: Big Man’s Supreme?
Rena: Yes!
Hitman: I LOVE YOU!
Rena: I LOVE YOU TOO!
…This perfect moment was crashed as a car began to beep. Rena swerved and placed herself back on the road.
Rena: Shit. Let’s just hope that really happens. Here we are.
Rena stepped out of her vehicle and ran to his house. She placed her fist on the door and knocked politely twice. She heard rumbling, and finally he stood at the door, gazing down at her without his shirt on. He was much taller than her, and his expression was filled with puzzlement.
Rena: I thought you might be hungry. Here you go.
Hitman: What is it?
Rena: Big Man’s Supreme. Steak, Potatoes, and a vegetable…with sauce!
Hitman: Uhm…thanks…
Rena: I’ve got crabs.
Hitman: WHAT!?
Rena (thinks): It did get his attention! AK you’re the best!
Hitman: Then maybe you should take care of that. I’ll see you later…
Rena: oh…okay…bye.
Hitman closed the door and moved to the kitchen. She peered in through the opened window to listen.
Hitman: I hate steak.
Rena: Oh no…
Rena rushed to her car and threw herself into the driver’s seat. She buckled up and moved her head back in failure.
Rena: I failed again.
As she stepped into her house after driving back, the girls were sitting near the door.
AK: So, how was it?
Rena: He hates steak.
Carma: I’m so sorry honey. Maybe you shouldn’t listen to AK anymore.
AK: Hey!
Charlotte: Rena, don’t worry! You’ll hook him sometime!
AK: What happened?
Rena: I did everything you said. I gave him the basket with food, and he smiled and received it. I even said I had crabs like you said!
AK: I never said that…..
Rena: You said it was to get a man’s attention.
The other girls cracked out laughing, and AK rubbed Rena’s shoulder, chuckling a bit.
AK: Darling, I was joking.
Rena: Oh.
AK: I’m sorry, I had no idea you were taking that seriously. Don’t ever say it again, okay?
Rena: Okay…
Charlotte: God Rena, no wonder you’re not getting any.
Carma: With lines like that no one will want you!
Rena: Shut up!
Rena begins yelling at Charlotte and Carma, with AK grabbing a bottle of Advil.
AK: This is gonna be a long night, I can tell.
((Fade out.))
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 16:59:12 GMT -5
Match 4: Snowball Fight Rena vs. Charlotte (Credit: Scarlet)
The fans do not appreciate having to move outside for the next contest, despite the prospect of seeing Rena and Charlotte roll around in the snow. As they situate themselves on makeshift bleachers outside, the crew commences dumping huge heaps of snow for the match to come. The look is festive; and though it is far past Christmas, merry lights and snowmen decorate the exterior of the ACW arena. Philip, clad in heavy furs to block the cold, only grumbles slightly as he fumbles for his microphone and switches it on.
Philip: This is the first ever ACW snowball fight, with the rule being that the Diva who hits her opponent ten times with snowballs will be declared the winner. Introducing first, she is ACW's lovely backstage interviewer, Charlotte!
Charlotte emerges from the arena and receives a very warm reception from the fans; clearly they are impressed with her performances in prior gimmick matches against Rena and the other Divas of ACW. Wearing a tight purple body suit that fits snugly on her lucious curves, Charlotte does not seem bothered by the cold. Indeed, she falls backwards and starts making a snow angel.
Philip: And from New York City, Rena Matheson!
The fans are shocked at Rena's attire: snow boots, elbow length gloves and a two piece bikini. The males in the crowd pop wild for her, and she acknowledges their praise with a cheery hand wave.
Bell Rings.
Wasting no time, Charlotte immediately hurls a handful of snow in Rena's direction. Still checking to see her breasts are secured underneath the flimsy fabric of her bikini, Rena is caught off guard and yelps as the snow smashes against her shoulder. Charlotte pelts another frosty projectile at the recovering Rena, who evades the attack with a graceful roll to the side. Ducking low behind a mound of snow, Rena waits for Charlotte's next move.
Charlotte hesitates, thinking Rena is setting a trap for her behind the mound of snow. She tentatively takes a step forward, and Rena pops up, takes careful aim and throws her snowball at Charlotte. The backstage interviewer cries out as the snowball whacks her in the chest. The males in the crowd laugh raucously, though Charlotte does not look so amused. Letting out a battle cry, she jumps over the snowpile and spears Rena to the ground.
Rena is starting to feel the effects of the snow on her body; she's shivering openly and her teeth are chattering. Charlotte rolls off her, worried that somehow she's contracting hypothermia, only to be met with a face full of snow. Rena tosses back her hair and laughs at Charlotte's gullibility, before firing three more snowballs at her opponent. One finds its mark, shattering on Charlotte's thigh.
Philip: The score is three to one, in favor of Miss Matheson.
Enraged at Rena's early lead, Charlotte comes up with a new strategy. Instead of worrying about snowballs, she begins to physically assault Rena, attacking her with slaps and a series of generic karate kicks. After delivering a stiff kick to Rena's chin, Charlotte dumps a pile of snow on her face. Rena's screams of anger are muffled by the snow, and Charlotte takes the opportunity to strike her thrice in the pelvis, evening the score to 5-3 before Rena manages to pull herself to her feet and defend herself.
The two circle each other, resting from the strenuous combat, before locking up in a wrestling grapple. Charlotte is no match in this area for the experienced Rena, and ACW's Sexiest Diva applies a headlock to a running bulldog, smashing Charlotte's face in the snow. Charlotte moans but isn't able to do much more as Rena connects two snowballs on her back, tying the game up 5-5. Charlotte snarls and extends her leg, sweeping Rena off her feet. She performs a fancy backflip which earns a decent pop from the crowd before taking refuge behind a snow mound to recover.
Arming herself with two snowballs, Charlotte stands up, expecting a counter attack from Rena, but the Diva is nowhere to be seen. Cautiously, she scans the arena, looking around, but it clearly looks like Rena has vanished. She takes a tentative step out into the open, getting nervous. A strong gust of wind blows past, and Charlotte can't make out the warnings from the crowd. Suddenly, she feels a sharp tug at her ankle, and stares down in amazement: Rena buried herself in the snow! Charlotte trips and falls while Rena pelts her with three snow balls (8-5). Charlotte rolls behind Rena, leaps to her feet, and connects a solid drop kick at Rena's back. Rena falls hard, clutching her hurt back, and her bikini becomes undone in the process. Thousands of camera phones are up and ready, but Rena manages to clasp the straps back on before any serious exposue occurs. Left vulnerable, Rena could not defend herself against three snowballs from Charlotte. The crowd is on its feet: a snowball fight has never been this intense.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 12, 2006 17:00:03 GMT -5
The score even at 8-8, the snow combatants retreat behind separate snow mounds, gathering up snow in preparation for the final assault. Simultaneously, the two Divas leap over their snow mounds, and in midair, fire their snow balls. Charlotte connects one snowball at Rena's thigh, but Rena's aim is true, and she pelts a snowball at Charlotte's shoulder before turning around in midair Matrix-like and firing another one. Charlotte is knocked out of the air and she falls flat on her face, whereas Rena lands catlike on the snow covered ground, ending the game at 10-9.
Philip: Here is your winner by...er...snowball...Rena Matheson!
The applause is generous, and Rena raises Charlotte's arm and they hug, smiling. As Charlotte makes her way back inside, Philip approaches Rena with the microphone.
Philip: Congratulations on winning the snowball fight, Rena. What are you going to do next?
Rena: I'm getting to a fireplace and fast!
The crowd laughs as Rena scampers inside, finally starting to feel the effects of the cold. Eager to return to the arena themselves, the fans pack up whatever possessions they brought out and hurry back to their seats.
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