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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:00:27 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 2nd February 2006
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------
Nick “The Gambler” Valentino vs. Briant Giant
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ACW Junior Title - Hardcore Match Predator vs. Tornado
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Affirmative Action vs. Ginger and The Bodyguards
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Kudo vs. Davey Marvel
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ACW International Title Match Santiago vs. Rawt
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Rena vs. Red's Only Fan
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Main Event Pt 1: ACW World Title Match Hunter vs. Scott Andrews
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Main Event Pt 2: ACW Tag Title Match - No-DQ AK & RDK vs. Jake Cheng & Jonny Spade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:01:13 GMT -5
Opening Segment: A Marvelous Return (Credit: Davey)
Meltdown begins with its regular display of pyro and shots of happy, expectant fans; swiftly though the Alphatron is pressed into service, and we see a shot of the ever-popular ACW Parking Lot…
Davey Marvel is arriving at the arena, he has his gym bag in tow. He is clean cut and draped in a suit. He is walking with a little extra spring in his step. The fans pop upon the sight of Marvel, however it appears just due to the fact that he is making his return. Charlotte come into frame and it appears she has a few questions for our returning Davey.
Charlotte: Davey...Davey, can I get a word with you?
Davey: Ahhh I guess. What do you want to know? How my rehab went. That figures ya know all you scum interviewers want to do is dig up old painful memories of times long a go. Well let me tell you something honey. It went great I am a knew man. What do you want to ask me now? My dog died when I was 11 ya wanna bring that up? Or how about ask me what I think of the on going situation with my cancer stricken grandmother?
Charlotte looks an odd shade of scared and confused with a dash of digusted thrown in. She is looking for a point to interfere and get her word in, but it seems impossible. Davey just keeps going like the Energizer bunny on speed. Just when you thinke e is done he keeps pn truckin' like Stallone in "Over the Top."
Davey: Did you really think that is what I was going to want to talk about tonight? Huh did ya?
Charlotte: Actually no, um, I was just going to ask you what you think of your match with Kudo tonight?
Davey looks a little taken back.
Davey: Oh.....I'm looking foward to it.
Davey walks off camera and into the building. Charlotte is left behind with mixed feelings and a little dumbfounded.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:01:50 GMT -5
Segment: Love's Loss (Credit: Hunter)
Love is a delicate subject to many, including your beloved narrator. It is difficult to describe love without resorting to cliches or resorting to melodrama. But such a thing can be done. When two people meet and feel a connection, that can be described as love. Not everyone in life has felt, nor will feel, love. Love is a feeling that in this humble narrator's opinion must be mutual to be true. And, for the most part, love must be between people. Because though you may love something with all your heart, you are not TRULY in love unless the feeling is mutual. And inanimate objects rarely display feelings, unless said object is a mood ring. Regardless, in most opinions, an object can be loved. There is no such thing as an object that someone loves so much that it's almost abnormal. If such an object exists, this narrator would personally love to see it.
Oh, wait...there it is. The scene fades in on an object of passion and desire, the object known as the ACW World Title. The camera slowly zooms out and reveals the nameplate reading "Hunter", which instantly causes many in the ACW audience to boo or mock the name. The camera continues on its steady course away from the title, and the audience can see that is is jovially set on a table. Upon further inspection, someone's elbows come into view. Finally, after enough zooming out so that the entire scene can be viewed, the audience sees Hunter (the proprietor of the aforementioned elbows) gently resting on his arms, mere inches away from his title. He stares at it dumbfounded, as if the moments he has with it are just dwindling away at an inhumane rate. And as far as he knows...they are.
?: Ah, Hunter. How's the Champion today?
Hunter recognizes the voice without even having to go into deep thought about it. He'd rather have some privacy with the object of his desire, but he can never deny a paycheck.
Hunter: ...fine.
Chairman Gingerdude wastes no time and instantly comes into view of the camera.
Ginger: How ironic, no? You sacrificed yourself for the good of your own team...and it didn't work out in your favor in both ways. On one hand---
Hunter: Look Ginger, I know what happened. You don't have to gloat. I fucked up, and I'm not what you would call "ecstatic" about it.
Ginger: And why would you be? Your final member was pinned AND retired at the end of the night---
Hunter: I know.
Ginger: And you must now face Atomic Kitsune, of all people! Arguably the strongest---
Hunter: God damn it, Ginger! What's the point of this?
Ginger: Why, you've stated it quite clearly. Gloating's rather fun, is it not?
Hunter: ...fuck off, I have better things to do.
Ginger: Like spend all the precious moments you can with your beloved title?
Hunter: ...yes, exactly.
Ginger: Well, Bloody Valentine is rapidly approaching. I wish you luck.
Hunter: No you don't. Get out of my locker room.
Ginger: Mmm, quite feisty, aren't we?
Hunter: You know, a drastic change in the pitch of your voice would lead many to believe you were---
Ginger: Come now, Hunter. I'm fragile. If you attempt to taunt me, my pen just might accidentally stab through your check when I'm signing it.
He smiles.
Hunter: Look, I get it, I'm crap---
Ginger: On the contrary, you're not. The idea was ingenious in itself, it just happened to fail due to bad luck. But, regardless, what has happened has happened. I wish you---
Hunter: OH FUCK OFF!
Ginger grins once more and turns to walk away. Hunter sits back down in front of the title and stares at it once more. He takes a deep breath---
Ginger: Oh, by the way, we're already making a nameplate for AK.
And holds it in for as long as possible. He hears the door close behind him and eventually is forced to let the breath go. He continues to look at the title and remembers the many good moments he's had with it. If he's lucky, the moments will keep coming. He wishes to continue making his dreams come true. The ball was in his court at first, but he was able to slam it over to the other side successfully. He's close to the end, and the ball suddenly flies over to his side once more...and hits the net. The ball could fall back on the other side and he could get all the luck in the world. Or the ball could fall on his side, and his world will crash down before him. And now we wait.
Match point.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:02:16 GMT -5
Segment: Issues of Taste (Credit: BK/Latino)
As the segment opens up an immediate shot of BK London's promotional photo shoot for ACW is seen to a mixed reaction from the crowd, but the cheers outweigh the boos by just a few. The camera pulls out of the shot and it reveals BK London putting up his framed picture, making sure it's straight and then he takes a step back to admire this, while on the other side of the room Latino stares at him while taping up his wrists.
Latino: Don't you think this is just going a little too far BK?
BK: Too far? Too far?! Do you remember what happened at Ragnarok? I was the last survivor in the Four on Four elimination match, like I told y'all I would be. When you look at this picture, you should look at this for inspiration.
Latino: Yeah, yeah whatever.
BK: So, big match tonight. Handicap Match against Ginger, Bruce, and Tyrone.
Latino: You know, doesn't it seem suspicious that he would put us, the people who over the past year have given this man more black eyes than anyone in a match with him?
BK: That would seem suspicious but then again he has Bulk and Skull in his corner.
Latino: True, True, but something seems fishy. This match isn't rubbing me the right way.
BK: We'll be done with this match in four minutes flat, way before anything that is maybe supposed to happen. Plus we've got bigger things to worry about.
Latino: Like what?
BK: Like which theme we're coming out to?
Latino: Couldn't we come out, y'know, seperately?
BK: Nah, wastes too much time. Then I've gotta wait for you to come out and then you do your shoulder thing *imitates his shoulder shimey*, then you slap hands with the crowd, takes too much time.
Latino: Why don't we just come out to my theme?
BK: That lame bongo theme? Screw that, we're coming out to MY theme. I use pyros.
BK lights up with a cheesy smile and puts his thumbs up but Latino isn't smiling.
Latino: No.
BK: Why the hell not?
Latino: Your theme sucks.
BK: YOUR theme is lame and uninspiring. We don't even have a lowrider. What good is a song about lowriders when you don't even have one?
Latino: Well if someone hadn't blown it up we wouldn't be in this mess.
BK: Oh yeah. Good times, good times. But scratch that, that was like 2 years ago.
Latino: Alright! Alright! I've got a way to decide this. A game of poker..
BK: Poker?
Latino: Poker.
BK: Ok, get the table ready and get your cards out.
The scene fades out and then fades back in the two sitting at the table, watching each other, attempting to stare into each other as if to see what hand the other one has. Finally BK lays down his hand.
BK: Ha! Straigh Flush, all hearts! 5-4-3-2- and a ace. Read 'em and weep.
Latino: I would if I didn't have all hearts in my hand. More like ace, king, queen, jack, and ten. Royal Flush cabron.
BK: FUCK! Fine, pick the damn song.
Latino: And I've got the perfect song.
Latino rises up from his seat.
Latino: Now...I'll meet you out there.
Latino chuckles as he exits the room and BK manages to stay calm but we know deep down inside he is livid. Something then dawns on BK, he looks down at the table and looks in his hand, he sees one ace of hearts in his hand and another ace of hearts in Latino's hand. Knowing there can't be two ace of hearts in one deck he flips over the table in anger, just realizing he has been cheated, Eddie style.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:03:14 GMT -5
Match 1: Nick “The Gambler” Valentino vs. Briant Giant
First up tonight is a match between two new arrivals to ACW. The crowd pops as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: The following is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Nick “The Gambler” Valentino!
”American Idiot” by Green Day plays, and the Gambler gets a reasonable reaction as he comes to the ring. He enters and stretches as he waits for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from New York City…..Briant Giant!
”Last Resort” by Papa Roach hits the P.A., and there are a few expressions of surprise as the 7ft tall Briant emerges on to the stage. He walks slowly to the ring, letting the crowd take in his awesome stature, before entering the ring. The referee checks that all is in order, and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
The fans settle down as the Gambler paces around, being watched by his much larger opponent. Taking on someone with a significant size advantage is always a little daunting, but Gambler gathers his courage and advances, laying down a couple of strong forearm blows to his foe’s chest. Giant shows a little discomfort, and then retaliates with a huge chop that makes Gambler stagger back. Warming to the contest, Giant sets to work with a few more chops, forcing the Gambler back against the ropes; Gambler looks to be trapped, but gets his arms braced on the ropes and then kicks Giant away. He uses the ropes to launch a flying arm smash – it doesn’t get the distance that a lightweight would be capable of, but is effective none the less in sending Giant to the mat. Gambler covers, 1,2 – Giant kicks and literally throws his opponent off of him, underlining his sheer strength and making the fans pop a little. Gambler gets back up on his feet, and does his best to batter his foe as Giant returns to a vertical position; with the crowd continuing to get into the match Gambler hooks up Giant’s arms and attempts a suplex. Giant’s weight, however, defeats him, and Giant shows how it should be done, drawing a loud exclamation from the crowd in echo of the bang upon landing. With a small smirk, Giant presses his bulk against Gambler for the pin, 1,2 – Gambler throws an arm up, and the crowd cheers, much to the annoyance of Giant. He slaps Gambler across the face, drawing a glance from the referee, and then stands up, throwing his opponent into the corner. Gambler hits it hard, and is dazed for a few seconds; in the meantime, Giant starts to stamp his foot and claps, getting the crowd on his side. The fans “wind up” along with Giant, and then roar as he rushes in and performs the Briant Splash into the corner. Gambler slumps, and Giant seems to have the match fully in his control as he drags his foe back toward the centre of the ring.
Fortune, however, is a fickle mistress, and Gambler is not the kind of man to give up easily. He plays possum as Giant starts to lift him up for a Canadian backbreaker, and then revives suddenly, struggling and escaping by dropping back down to his feet behind his opponent. A stiff kick to the lower back makes Giant grimace, and Gambler sets to, attacking his foe’s knee joints until he sinks down into a kneeling position. Gambler, who is a brawler at heart, shows that he can be flexible when the situation demands it, and gets Giant into a sleeperhold. Giant tries his best to wrench Gambler away, but his grip is like steel, and his eyelids become heavy, the lack of oxygen quickly affecting his large frame. The referee moves in closer, and lifts Giant’s arm; it falls back. The crowd is divided, some have been won over by Gambler’s style but others are willing Giant to make a comeback, and it seems that the latter group’s prayers are answered as on the second lift of the arm, Giant’s hand stays elevated, much to the Gambler’s surprise. Giant uses his power to break free of Gambler, turns around and boots his foe in the – no, Gambler avoids it and then knees Giant as low as he dares, before whipping his opponent into the corner. Giant’s size means he picks up speed, and the impact looks painful; Gambler moves in, and climbs up on the ropes, so as to elevate himself above his sizable foe. Giant, however, won’t simply let Gambler do this, and climbs up at the same time; the crowd gets louder and louder as the pair move higher, and Gambler signals, incredibly, for the superplex. Perhaps he’s trying to make a major impression on the fans, but regardless of his motivation, Giant fights back, and they trade great blows with one another. Giant scores a glancing blow, and raises a fist for the Super Chokeslam – but as he tries to grasp Gambler, his opponent kicks backward in desperation, holding Giant around the neck and bringing them both down heavily.
The crowd yells out; the impact is huge, and the two men both suffer its effects. They lie on the mat, dazed and winded, as the referee starts his count. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… Giant sits up, but he seems to have taken a blow to the head, and looks confused. Gambler clutches his back, and looks at the ref, registering the count… 8… 9… Gambler rolls to the ropes and grabs them; he pulls himself up, but his legs won’t co-operate and he slides back down on to his knees. 10.
The bell rings, as the referee moves to check on both men, and Philip announces the result.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, due to a double failure to answer the 10 count, this match is declared to be a draw.
Giant and Gambler slowly regain their feet; the crowd can tell that the result has occurred due to both men wanting to prove themselves in their debuts, and applaud them warmly. Gambler is pragmatic about it; he slides out of the ring and walks slowly to the back, taking heart from the fact that his much larger foe did not overcome him. Giant, meanwhile, raises his fist to the fans once again, and thumps his chest, sending a message to the whole locker room that he’s not to be trifled with.
The first impressions have most certainly been positive, if ultimately inconclusive, and the fans are still cheering as the show cuts to a break.
Important OOC Note: Since neither competitor in this match had submitted anything on which their work could be judged for calculation purposes before the match needed to be written, it was felt that a draw was the only fair outcome. I would like to remind all new arrivals to ACW that they should speak with one of the moderating team if they are at all unsure as to how our writing and match outcome system works; a detailed explanation is also available on the ACW Website.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:06:41 GMT -5
Segment: ‘From London to CHEATING!’ (Credit: Kudo)
Max McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, what an amazing show it’s been so far. Hopefully the rest of the show---
---Suddenly, the definitive opening guitar riffs of “Poison” rock the arena, each chord sending goose bumps across the arms of fans as they are surprised by Kudo’s entrance. The show is still early, and Kudo is not in his familiar in-ring attire as of yet. He has only a black and red track suit on, the gradually official colors of the Armada and the Entertainment Title tickling the floor as Kudo’s jerky movements send the belt flying through the air as he hastily makes his way down the ramp.
Max McNally: Well what I was saying before I was interrupted – “Fast” Eddie Edison: No one is ever interrupted by Kudo’s amazing presence. In fact, maybe you were interrupting him! Max McNally: … “Fast” Eddie Edison: …Sorry. I’m still a little jumpy after all the excitement from Ragnarok… Max McNally: Well going back to what I was going to say, Ragnarok has left us with many questions and hopefully tonight’s show will provide some answers.
Kudo gets up to the ring apron where the thousands of ACW fans hurriedly fumble and grasp onto their cameras to catch a permanent memory of Kudo without his usual wrestling attire. A rare sight indeed. Kudo doesn’t pose long, annoying some fans, as he grabs a mic from the side.
Kudo: Roll the footage please.
On cue, the Alphatron monitor lights up with a short and quick clip of BK London’s school boy pin on Kudo at Ragnarok, pinning for the 1-2-3 while holding onto the ropes. The crowd answers unfavorably to Kudo, cheering each playback and slow motion of the clip as BK London eliminates the man in front of them.
Kudo: When I chose to come to ACW, I figured I’d made the best decision. Being a part of a company where I would partake in numerous respectable contests with other worthy wrestlers. Sadly I was mistaken, because of notorious actions like that of BK London at Ragnarok!
The crowd begins to boo quite loudly at the hypocritical statement.
Max McNally: That compilation of footage conveniently leaves out much of what Kudo did earlier in the match…
Kudo: Much like our last contest together, BK London steals the match in a lucky break, something that he’s been getting on me for quite some time now. Well I came out here not to complain, or to whine. No, I came out here to let the world and more importantly, BK London, that I just came from Ginger’s office and I just had a match made for next week at Warfare. And unlike in our little Ragnarok mishap BK, there will not be any ropes for you to blatantly rob me of a victory. Hell there won’t be any ropes at all. It’s a match you should know quite well, I hear you’ve popularized it here in ACW.
The fans are clenching onto their seats awaiting the news, something many long time fans can already predict.
Max McNally: No don’t tell me… “Fast” Eddie Edison: OH YES! Can it be?!
Kudo: That’s right…No Ropes Barbed Wire match!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAANGERRRRROUSSS!!!!
The fans erupt at the news, creating an scene not seen for quite some time now – Kudo and cheers.
Kudo: Of course I knew you’d primitive barbarians would love to see this. But this situation with myself and BK London has gotten too far to simply defeat him in a match. No, now I have to punish him, make him pay for disrespecting the greatest light heavyweight in this business!
Kudo drops the mic down which causes a big ‘pop’ in the sound system before “Poison” hits the speakers again and Kudo makes his way back up the ramp.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What an announcement! Kudo vs BK London next week in a No Ropes Barbed Wire match!!! Max McNally: Main event status is what Kudo has been pitching for the recent weeks and with this announcement, there’s no doubt all eyes will be on him for the next few events. More Meltdown after this!
-Commercial break-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:07:30 GMT -5
Segment: Trapped in the Closet Pt 1 (Credit: BK)
As Latino is struggling for thoughts, he hears a knock on the door Latino quickly responds with a:
"If your selling anymore cookies, I don't want anymore."
"Do I sound like I'm selling fucking cookies?"
Is what the person on the other side will say And from those words Latino knows it is probably be BK But then Latino gets suspicious because that could be anyone He walks over to the door slowly and then pulls out his switchblade Ready for anyone, especially Torak, or maybe even that traitor Jade He swings open the door and starts thrusting his blade around Without even looking he hears someone's body go down
"I've got you fucker, you thought I wouldn't remember Ragnorak"
But as he opens his eyes he discovers that it indeed is not Torak Infact the person is BK, laying down in the fetal position Latino responds with a:
"Did it hit you BK?
And BK says: "No, don't you listen."
"I'm sorry BK" he apologizes as BK gets off the floor "I thought it was somebody else, like Torak, Jade, or that other fucking whore." "How could it sound like anyone else?" as BK approaches his bed
"It couldn't have been anyone else, I'm like the only black perosn in this fed!"
BK sits on his bed and then the instrumentals of the song continues to play "Who's been playing Trapped in the Closet?!" It's been playing all day I think its Gary or whoever's or that other fucking whore
"It's probably Gary, I saw him with this toy barretta, and he was counting down while pointing to a door."
BK and Latino sit down and BK just recognizes the bandage on his head
"Victor, you sure you can fight after Ragnarok? I think it's best you stay in bed"
"Not a chance, I've got to send a message to Torak that it's gonna take more than that to take me out."
"We sure are going to send a message to that big green Hulk, we'll show him what Affirmative Action's Trash Talkin' and Ass Kickin' is all about."
The two rise up and nod in agreement, ready for some success on Meltdown But unbeknown to them someone was lurking in their closet, admiring what he has found Suddenly the person's cellphone goes off and both Latino and BK wonder what's going on
"Is that your cellphone?" BK asks, "Nah man" Latino responds "I've lost mine, mine's gone!"
They know something suspicious is going on and they look behind the door Under the bed, out the window, they both get quiet and say no more Back in the closet the person is biting his nails Stuck in that hot ass space he's sweating like hell
A motion by the lurker heads them to the closet, lurker pulls out his barretta They're approaching the closet, Who is in the closet? They open the closet Oh shit, look who just came out the closet.....closet.....closet.....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:08:54 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW Junior Title - Hardcore Match Predator vs. Tornado (Credit: Tornado)
Philip walks up the steps and into the ring to loud cheers from the crowd, his usual warm smile across his face.
Philip: The next match is a Hardcore Match and is for the ACW Junior Title! Introducing first…weighing in at 225lbs. He is the challenger…PREDATOR!
’New York, New York’ by Frank Sinatra hits and Predator comes out to a loud pop. He walks quickly down to the ring with a determined look on his face, ignoring the hands hanging over the barrier, and slides straight into the ring. He wastes no time hyping the crowd, who seem hyped up enough, and instead faces up the ramp, waiting for Tornado.
Philip: Introducing his opponent; he is the current reigning and defending ACW Junior Champion…TORNADO!
’Bring Da Rukus’ hits but Tornado doesn’t appear; Predator continues to stare straight up the ramp, poised in a fighting stance. He is concentrating so hard he fails to see Tornado jump over the barrier from the crowd and slide into the ring. He holds the Junior Title in his hands and glances from the title to Predator and back again; a wicked smile forms on his face as a plan formulates in his mind.
At this point the crowd are booing relentlessly and Predator is getting increasingly frustrated as Tornado crouches, preparing to hit Predator with the title. Predator turns as Tornado’s music ends, he has an annoyed look on his face and shouts, “Where the fu--“ but he is cut off as Tornado leaps forward and clocks him on the head with the title, sending him flying through the ropes and out of the ring.
Bell Rings.
Tornado leans over the rope laughing at Predator while pointing at his title. The crowd’s boos reach a deafening level as Predator is taunted with the title. On the outside Predator gets to his knees and shakes his head to clear out the cobwebs. He gets gingerly to his feet but stands proud once he reaches a vertical base. The two men trade insults and Predator challenges Tornado to “Bring it!” As a man incapable of backing down Tornado walks across to the other side of the ring and uses the ropes to propel himself across the ring. As he nears the ropes he performs a corkscrew plancha over the top rope, known as the Suicide Dive. Predator simply smiles and steps out of the way to watch Tornado’s spine make contact with the concrete, unable to believe that he was so easy to goad.
Predator continues to smirk as Tornado writhes in pain and he goes under the ring and pulls out a chair. He places the chair under Tornado’s head and viciously stomps on his temple, causing the crowd to wince and Tornado to let out a howl of pain. Predator crouches to retrieve the chair and mutters into Tornado’s ear, “I’ll get that title, even if I have to kill you to do it!” As Predator turns to throw the chair into the ring Tornado grimaces and performs a kip-up followed by a quick dropkick to Predator’s knee. He follows up with a sort of warcry, evidently hyped up by Predator’s cockiness, and an elevated Elbow Drop which connects with Predator’s face. Tornado smirks and taunts the crowd, prompting a barrage of boos and insults, and drags Predator to the steps and props him up against them. He walks away before turning to face Predator and yelling, “It’s my title bitch, and that’s how it stays!” He then charges and nearly takes off Predator’s head with a front dropkick, completing a vicious and barbaric Shining Black. Tornado follows by hooking the leg…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:09:28 GMT -5
…Tornado kicks out just after the 2 count and Predator claps his hands together, urging the ref to count faster who insists it was only a 2 count. Tornado rolls out of the ring to get his breath back and is followed by Predator whose clothesline attempt is countered by an Armdrag. Predator tries twice more to hit Tornado with a clothesline but both are turned into Armdrags. Tornado taunts Predator before hitting an impressive Standing Corkscrew Moonsault which even the most anti-Tornado members of the crowd are forced to marvel at. Tornado quickly rolls Predator into the ring and leaps onto the apron, turning around to raise his arms as if he has already won which brings another barrage of boo’s down upon him. Tornado smirks, clearly enjoying winding up the fans, but it is quickly wiped off his face as Predator hits him with a Neckbreaker, using the ropes for leverage. Predator looks down at Tornado who is down on the outside of the ring and picks up the Junior Title which is laid in the centre of the ring from Tornado’s attack earlier in the match. He puts the belt on and raises his arms to the obvious delight of the crowd. Clearly Tornado doesn’t agree as he hits Predator in the back of the head with a Top Rope Zerosen Kick before ripping the belt off his waist. Tornado covers…
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…Tornado is denied as Predator places his foot on the bottom rope. Tornado slaps the canvas in a fit of rage, he obviously thought that he had the match wrapped up. Tornado drags Predator into the centre of the ring and lays a chair across his torso before using the middle rope as a springboard to hit a Moonsault which knocks the wind out of Predator who writhes in pain, holding his stomach. Now would be a perfect time to roll Predator up but once again Tornado’s cockiness gets the better of him as he decides to taunt the crowd instead by draping the title over his should and slapping his chest as the crowd boo emphatically. A shocked expression paints itself on Tornado face as he is hit from behind and is flipped over the rope, leaving his title behind in the ring. Refusing to be humiliated Tornado leaps to his feet and slides under the ropes but is rewarded with a chairshot to the back. Predator stands back, a pleased look on his face as Tornado pulls himself to his feet using the ropes and somehow summons the strength to flip backwards and hits the Eye of the Storm out of nowhere as Predator approaches. Tornado smirks and climbs onto the ropes and signals for The Whirlwind. Unseen by Tornado, Predator grabs the Junior Title and brings it up as Tornado leaps into the Corkscrew 360 Splash known as The Whirlwind. The title makes contact with Tornado’s head busting him open before Predator quickly rolls him up…
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Philip: The winner by pinfall and your NEW ACW Junior Champion…PREDATOR!!
The crowd explode into cheers as Predator is handed the title and holds it above his head. The celebrations don’t last long as a scowling Tornado hits Predator from behind with a chairshot to the head. He takes the title and lays it down in the centre of the ring before dragging a near-unconscious Predator to his feet and putting him in the powerbomb/piledriver position. Tornado rolls his fists over each other and flips forward, driving Predator’s head into his newly won Junior Title, completing for the first time in ACW the move known as the ‘Tornado Driver’. ‘Bring Da Rukus’ hits as Tornado rolls out of the ring, a sick smile adorning his face, and EMT’s sprint down to the ring to attend to the unconcious and heavily bleeding Predator.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:10:09 GMT -5
Segment: New Year, New Monicker (Credit: BK London)
As the scene opens we are introduced to a area of the arena where the there is a flat screen with the ACW logo on the screen and the background of the area is filled with vibrant colors and Meltdown themed things. Standing in this area now is ACW Interview Kevin Anderson and standing by him to a huge mixed reaction from the crowd is BK London.
Kevin: Ladies and Gentlemen, we take you away from your regularly scheduled wrestling to conduct an interview with the man of the hour, he managed to deliver a huge - HUGE T-Bone Powerslam to the 450+ pounder, Hitman of the Gods, to secure the victory for his team at Ragnarok, he is The Boy Won-
Suddenly a hand is laid over the lips of Kevin Anderson who is now at the moment wondering what's going on, he looks toward BK and BK closes his eyes before shaking his head side to side.
BK: You know, over our little break from Ragnarok to now, I've been thinking of something. I've had many monickers, alias, nicknames if you choose to call it that. I've been "The Prodigy" BK London, during my early days in ACW. Then I switched over to "The Showstoppah, The Main Eventah, The Headlinah, The Boy Wondah" BK London, this was during my World title era, back when the title meant something. Then after the events of Omega Effect '05, I became known as...
BK puts his arm over the shoulder of Kevin Anderson and points to him as if he's giving him the cue.
Kevin: "The...the Hardcore Legend" BK London?
BK: "The Hardcore Legend" BK London! and then finally I took my old monicker and toned it down a little to just "The Boy Wondah" BK London! But now, now after Ragnarok I think I need to go by a new monicker, I mean "The Boy Wondah" is becoming kinda tired don't ya think?
Kevin: Y-ye-
BK(interrupting very comically): Shut up boy, you’re not paid to think. But yes, it has become tired so from this day on, I will be known as...
BK reaches off camera and pulls up a new red ACW shirt with his logo and the new monicker from in the front. He quickly unfolds this, anxious to unveil this to the crowd and then he holds it up in front of the camera.
BK: ...."The Sole Survivor" BK London..
Kevin: Isn't that a Young Je-
BK: Quiet junior. Anyway, take this shirt. I'll take the money from your wallet later. Now get to the questions.
Kevin: Ah yes, the questions. Well, how do you feel coming out of your big match at Ragnarok?
BK: How do I feel? I feel fucking great. I went into Ragnarok, telling everyone that I would win this one by myself. And while I did get "minor" help from my teammates, I was the deciding factor in this match. And it's great to show the rest of the roster that I've still got it, even after losing the International Title.
Kevin: Speaking of the International Title, Santiago said in a segment at Ragnarok that he wanted to be a great as a title holder as you? How do you take this compliment?
BK: Well I'm very flattered. But it's gonna take more than help from the Macho Man RDK to make you the best International Champion, I've defended against numerous threats and even broke the record for the longest ACW International Title reign in the process. Sure at Ragnarok he defeated Jonny, but just narrowly, if you ask me, he's missing that x-factor and he needs to get it quick or else he can say "bye-bye" to his precious title.
Kevin: I see. Now, Kudo-
BK (butting in): I heard what Kudo said, just like everyone else. And if it was supposed to terrify me, well…
BK snorts derisively.
BK: No dice. Kudo’s just a bad loser, and he’s going to get his in good time. So enough about him – anything else?
Kevin: Just to finish, your thoughts on your match against Ginger and his bodyguards and the possible threat of Torak making another appearance in your match tonight?
BK: Well Ginger and his bodyguards, Bulk and Skull, absolutely have no chance tonight. You know, I have to admit, Ginger is very persitent. After getting his ass basically thrown around by me for nearly an hour at Winter's Discontent, he's coming back for more and Affirmative Action is ready for him. But as far as Torak is concerned, I want him to make an appearance in tonight's match, because Latino and I are eager into personally welcoming him back to ACW with the asskicking of a lifetime. I'm gonna kick him so hard in the groin that he'll have a vagina when he's done with me.
That get's both a WTF and chuckle out of the ACW crowd.
Kevin: Great but odd choosing of closing words. This is Kevin Anderson, signing off.
BK gives Kevin a very hard friendly slap on the back, a slap that sends Kevin on the ground. BK turns to the left and he runs into AK, BK smirks and he turns around and sees the other half of the ACW Tag Team Champions RDK. BK begins to get nervous and he turns between the two and he sees his own tag team partner Latino.
AK: By yourself, eh?
RDK: Minor help, brudah?
Latino: Sole Survivor huh?
BK(nervously): It was just a joke, buddies ol' friend of mine.
The other three look at one another and then laugh, as if in understanding. BK laughs too, looking relieved-
Latino: GET HIS LEGS!
All three of them pick up the superstars and BK thrashes around to try to escape but it's no use. The four walk off camera to some laughter from the crowd and BK can be heard off camera.
BK: NO!! NOT THE TRASH CHUTE!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:11:40 GMT -5
Segment: Return in Review (Credit: Senator)
Coming back from the break, the Senator is seen speaking to Tim Dwight in the Senatorial Office, with clips from his Japan tour, specifically, his match with Masahiro Chono playing on the plasma screen hanging from the ceiling.
Dwight: …so, then, I’ve noticed Steve, that your Partisan Kick has increased several fold in effectiveness since fighting, and training with Chono, the true master of the Kenka kick.
The Senator: Well, yeah, it is hard to be around such a guy, and not learn a few tricks. I think we both benefited from that. I even obtained a new submission hold, which I feel worthy of the Victory Lock line…
Dwight: Not bad at all. I know you were not able to pull out a win at Ragnarok…
Senator: For the second year in a row.
Dwight: And you dropped a fall to the same exact guy you pinned in the first match. Look, I know you’re not getting any younger…
Senator: Thirty nine…funny thing there, I am considered a young gun in the Senate, but here, here, I am the venerable old veteran. I know you have kept yourself in great shape, Tim, but you were not running off the same schedule I have kept for the last few years.
Dwight: You’re correct there, but look at the likes of Ric Flair, and Genichiro Tenryu, us old guys can still get the job done in the ring, as I know you still can.
Senator: Yes, but I am considering a bit of a scaled back schedule. The Stable has lost more than the opportunity to claim dominance at Ragnarok, we lost an exceedingly valuable member, and we lost the momentum. Fortunately, if such a word applies here, we did not lose any titles, but heck, I sometimes just…
Dwight: Steve, I did not tell you during the last month, but I know you knew that I disapproved of your tactics and your overall goal. Have you lost sight of yourself? Last I remember, you could not have cared less about belts, gold, power, but rather, you wanted to come out here, and promote wrestling, real wrestling, the way things used to be, and the way things could be. I admired that, and frankly, I think that ever since last year with your ACW Title run, you lost a bit of that old fire. I noticed that at Ragnarok that you went back to the basics, no elaborate setups, or attempts to destroy the opponents with every move in the book, but you just broke down each person with your knife edge chops, and a very rudimentary offence. I think that until you can truly get yourself back into that same dominant shape that you were in prior to the title chase, you should just keep with that attitude.
Senator: Decent advice. I think that is legit enough, but I must say, until Hunter loses that title, I gave my word to protect his reign, and you know it.
Dwight: A question of honor…
Senator: Right. I may not have enjoyed ambushing people constantly, as you know, I prefer to just face them in the ring, face to face, but at the same time, it was the best way I could protect Hunter’s title, and to keep the potential contenders occupied otherwise. Now that Hitman has taken his leave, I do not think we could keep up that pace. I really do not think we could do that without taking even more drastic measures, which I am not going to take under these circumstances. On that note, next week, I have someone to call out, and I think you know who that is.
Dwight: I think I have a pretty good idea…
Senator: Well, with that, I have some work to do, so if you will excuse me…
Dwight: No problem, I’ve got two more guys to sign to the Dwight Gym here, so I’ll go see if they’ve really finished with their tours, or if they’re ready to sign, see you around.
Dwight walks out of the office, leaving the Senator with a mound of paper work, and the camera with a…
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:12:37 GMT -5
Segment: Business is Still Business (Credit: ??)
Fade in on Ginger in his office. He’s going over some documents with a surprised look on his face.
Ginger: I must say that this is very…impressive. Your claims were not deceptive.
The camera zooms out to reveal the rest of the room and we see Triple A standing there.
Ginger: I’m wondering though, how did you cut back over two thousand dollars in the monthly budget on pyro without it affecting the product?
Mr. Aoyama: You were buying from an archaic company that sold overly expensive products, sir. It was a matter of switching to a newer one, Pyrocorp. It wasn’t a major feat.
Ginger raises an eyebrow, not certain if he’s being mocked or not. He lets it slide.
Ginger: Well this certainly lets a load of stress off my back. Maybe in the future I can let you manage the bank account too.
Mr. Aoyama: Anything you say.
Ginger: Yes…I see that you too, Mr. Ash, have already improved the efficiency of the workplace as well! Banning electronic devices, this says. I personally never found a problem with them.
Mr. Ash: They’re a waste of time. Superstars could be training their bodies or training their minds.
Ginger: We have quite a few stars with game consoles, you know.
Mr. Ash: The entire reason behind the decision. They need to stay in shape and remain focused, not worrying about how many pacmans they can jump on.
Ginger: It does make sense. I’ll grant you the ability to confiscate any electronics that aren’t allowed.
He sets the papers down.
Ginger: There was nothing about you in this report, Ms. Aurelia. You’re doing your job I assume?
Ms. Aurelia: Of course, Mr. Ginger. I’ve got a meeting set up with shareholders so that we may keep them interested in the product, and I’ve got several press conferences scheduled in which to touch base with the fan base about upcoming events, like Bloody Valentine.
Ginger: Wonderful. I can see I’ve hired the right people. I just wanted to check up, you can move along now and get back to your work.
They bow and exit the room. Ginger kicks his feet up on his desk, relaxing for once.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:13:30 GMT -5
Match 3: Affirmative Action vs. Ginger and The Bodyguards (Credit: Latino)
Phillip: This next match is a two on three tag team handicap match! Introducing first from New York City, New York…the team of “The Boy Wonder” BK London and Victor “Latino” Laureano….Affirmative Action!
The fans slowly get quiet as they await the duo. The cameras direct over to the entrance and slowly the rough voice of Ja Rule speaks over the arena as the beat and lyrics to “New York” start to play. BK London is the first to come out as he raises his arms to the crowd around him. The fans give him a nice pop as many hold up signs for the superstar. Latino is next to come out and the fans give out an equally big pop for the superstar. He slaps his chest with both hands and then points up to the sky. Latino jumps forward a couple feet and continues walking down as he tries to catch up with London. BK walks up the steps and Latino slides under the ropes. They both get up and Latino climbs the turnbuckle as BK London is waiting patiently for the opponents tonight.
Phillip: And their opponents at from Manchester, UK….Chairman Ginger…and the Bodyguards!
The Chairman’s bodyguards walk through the curtains and the Chairman is right behind them. Bruce and Tyrone stare at the fans close by and make sure no one gets to close. Ginger walks behind them with a smile. One fan leans over trying to grab the Chairman and Tyrone quickly grabs the fan by the neck and throws him back into the sea of fans. Ginger motions him to calm down and tells them both to get in the ring. The Bodyguards both climb on the apron and then step over the top ropes. Ginger, himself, walks up the steps and then slides himself between the ropes as the bell now rings.
* The Bell Rings *
Tyrone is ready to start off the match as he walks to the middle of the ring. He looks over at the Affirmative Action corner and notices the duo hasn’t picked who will start the match. The camera cuts to them and you suddenly hear….
Latino & BK: ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT!
BK: Rock crushes Scissors with the People’s Elbow! I start the match.
Latino: Dammit!
Latino steps onto the apron and BK quickly runs at Tyrone. He attacks with a clothesline and does little to knock the big man down besides a slight teeter. BK throws a left and a right repeatedly forcing Tyrone to take a few steps back. London, himself, takes a couple steps back and as Tyrone looks forward BK welcomes him with a dropkick to the face. Tyrone falls down to one knee and BK runs towards the ropes. He bounces off and on his way pass Tyrone, grabs his neck and quickly performs a swinging neckbreaker. London rolls backwards and is back on his feet in a blink of an eye. A slow chant starts to break out for BK from the audience but he pays them no mind as he knows he needs to focus on the match. Tyrone starts to get back up after a few seconds have passed by. BK now jumps up and with a swift kick to Tyrone’s gut he elevates himself up once again. This time he nails him in the back of the head finishing off the Leaping Knee Press Guillotine Crusher. Tyrone sways to the right a bit and then back again to the left. BK lands on his feet and looks on as he waits for Tyrone to fall down fully. The audience watches on and just as Tyrone is about to fully come crashing down he throws a punch at BK and nails him in the chin, taking him by surprise. London is knocked down on the mat by the impact from the punch. He gets back up and is about to attack but Tyrone moves in with a clothesline. He holds up BK and then throws him into the nearest corner. Tyrone looks back at his boss and after given the go ahead he charges at BK London with the big boot. London ducks and slides between his legs. London rolls forward and then leaps at his partner. The fans give out a pop as Latino is tagged in. He climbs the turnbuckle and waits as Tyrone turns around and jumps off with a coast to coast Missile Dropkick. Tyrone falls into the corner due to the impact and Latino hits the mat.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:14:16 GMT -5
Latino rolls on the mat and gets up only to get a boot to the face. Tyrone picks up Latino with both arms and then viscously slams him on the mat. He then drags him by the arm across the ring and tags him Bruce. Now with both giants in the ring, the duo stands up Latino and whips him into the ropes. He runs and bounces off the ropes. As they both go for a joint clothesline Latino ducks. London now enters the ring and jumps at them with a crossbody block. Latino quickly gets behind them, on his hands and knees, and as both men catch London then fall over Latino’s back. BK quickly rolls out of the ring and Latino moves to the side as he tries to get back to his feet. The fans are now chanting for Latino as he looks around. He sees Ginger and points over at him. The chairman drastically shakes his head no and before he can do anything else his legs are yanked from under him by BK London. Latino then stands up Tyrone and gives him a few elbow jabs to the face. He then runs across the ring and comes back with a front dropkick. He stumbles back and then falls between the ropes to the outside. Now it’s down to Bruce, whom is now on one knee, and Latino in the ring. Latino moves around the ring with ease and confidence as he seems more than ready for the fight. Latino starts doing his signature Shuffle Jab Combo and then in the blink of an eye attacks with a leaping Lariat. Bruce does not go down so easily as he stands there a bit in a daze. Latino runs across the ring and bounces off the rope as he works to gain some momentum and then attacks once more with a Super Kick. Bruce now falls down to one knee and Latino sees this as his chance. He runs around him and jumps up on the turnbuckle. He gains his balance and waits for Bruce to turn around. Once he does so, Latino jumps off with the Last Night’s Hangover. He nails it directly on Bruce’s face and Latino hits the mat with a barrel row. He sees BK London is back at their corner and does a similar dive that BK did earlier. London quickly enters the ring and does not hesitate with a Super Kick of his own, the Shades of Michaels. Bruce collapses on the mat hard and London is already on his way up top. He steadies himself for a minute or two and then jumps off with the From Brooklyn to London attack. He nails it perfectly and hooks the leg for the pin. Tyrone tries to enter the ring again but Latino is already on it as he dropkicks him back out. Ginger himself tries to get in but Latino goes out of the ring at him with the Pitbull’s Pounce.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Phillip: Here are your winners…BK London and Latino…Affirmative Action!
BK London springs to his feet as the bells ring and “New York once again plays. Latino rushes in and dropkicks Bruce in the face, stopping him from attacking London. Ginger quickly leaves the ring as he does not want to take a chance of what the two could do to him. Latino helps up BK London and the two give a quick glance at one another. Ginger grabs both of his men as he leaves the arena and mutters out a few words. Latino and BK London stare back with a smirk and just watch as they know they got the win tonight, but the war is far from finished.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 2, 2006 17:15:38 GMT -5
Segment: Uncertainties (Credit: Davey)
We are set upon Davey who has approached a door, the door reads Untouchables locker room. He takes a quick deep breath before entering into the unknown. He opens the door to a few familiar sites. Jake is sitting preparing for his match. Jonny is doing the same. They both jump upon realizing that Davey just walked through the door. They greet him with a few hugs and handshakes.
Jake/Jonny: Davey!
Jake: Oh my God man, how have you been?
Jonny: I'll tell you what I was thinking about you man.
Davey: No need to worry I am top notch now. Where's DD and WCW?
Jake: Oh about that....they are both gone.
Davey: WHAT!?!?! Where did they go
Jonny: ...thats a long explanation.
Davey: Well thats okay I guess it will be just us three amigos then.
Jake and Jonny look at each other with eyes of an overwhelmed fate. Jake nods at Jonny as to say I will tell him.
Jake: Again about that we have more members now.
Davey: Thats great!
Jake looks relieved that Davey took that well.
Davey: Who'd ya get....BK? Latino? Oh wait no you guys got RDK? I knew you guys would have a suprise for me when I got back. We have the world champ in ou stable all right. That just what we need.
Jonny: Again Davey RDK isn't the world champ.
Davey: Oh really, who has it then?
Jonny: ummm....That would be Hunter....
Davey: WHA WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!
Jake: Ya thats what I was expecting.
Well who is our new members then?
Just as he asks Tornando and Red walk in the door. Davey is beside himself. he is trying to act curtious but is obvious to everyone involved he is not a happy camper at all.
Jake: Davey meet our new members, Red and Tornado. They are our new Tag Team called Code Red.
Davey: Oh hey...guys whats up?
Code Red: Hey.
Tornando: Nice to meet you finally.
Red: Ya we have heard so much about you. Its nice to finally meet you in person.
They both out stretch their hands to shake Davey's. Davey just acts like he doesn't see it and continues to talk to Jonny and Jake.
Davey: So you guys gonna accompany to to the ring later as a welcome back sort of thing?
Jake: Actually Davey Jonny thought it would be a good idea to have Code Red do it.
Davey looks like he just got asked to prom by the girl with food in her braces.
Davey: Oh he did did he?
Jonny: Ya I think it will be a great way for you guys to get to know and appreciate each other. Ya know how us three do.
Davey: Oh I appreciate you alright. Well I have to get going I have a few matters to discuss with some people around here.
Jake: Why doesn't Cide Red tag along with you.
Davey: Oh they are quite personal matters and I wouldn't feel right subjecting them to that.
Tornando: We don't mind..
Davey cuts him off.
Davey: but I do! So I will be taking off for a bit. I will be back soon.
Davey Walks out the door while Jake and Jonny look at each other with a look of worry.
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