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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 16:57:43 GMT -5
Segment: Last Night of Freedom (Credit: Tornado, Omega)
We return from the commercial break to the interior of the VIP lounge of a local club. There is a small party of rowdy gentleman in the centre of the room containing only one exception; ACW Newcomer…Jonny Omega who appears to be drinking Diet Coke with a slice of lemon. A banner hangs off the plush purple walls, trimmed in gold, it reads “Enjoy the honeymoon…it’s downhill after that!”
Jonny Omega: So buddy how you enjoying your last night of freedom?
Bachelor: Itsss grayte, but when’s the wheel action getting here?
At this point one of clubs waitresses enters, she is holding a tray of drinks and heads for the table from which all of the nights noise is coming from.
Bachelor: How bouts you there honey, you gonna give me a special dance?
He pinches the waitresses fine ass and she grins wryly as the group laughs loudly, clearly holding back her real feelings for the sake of her job.
Waitress: Excuse me sir, but another party has arrived and they also have booked the VIP lounge for tonight in the knowledge it would be free, do you mind if they join you?
Bachelor: Not at all, the more the merrier!!!
The other party enters the room; Jonny Omega is mortified to see that a member of this party is ACW Entertainment Champion Tornado, the man who he defeated in his debut in ACW. The party sit at another table in the club.
Drunk Bachelor Party Member: Hey that guys giving you the stare. He says motioning towards Tornado.
Jonny Omega: There’s are a reason for that, he’s the guy who I beat in my debut on Monday night.
Bachelor: Hey buddy he shouts to Tornado I hear my friend here kicked your ass this Monday.
This clearly infuriates Tornado we heads for table.
Tornado: Listen to me you stupid cunt; you better show me respect.
Bachelor: Why the hell should I? You’re nobody…nothing.
This is the last straw for Tornado who tips the table over and punches the bachelor stiffly in the nose, causing a small crimson fountain and instantly, as if on cue, fists and glasses start flying. Jonny is infuriated and flies at Tornado, but his attack is ducked and a surprised look forms on his face as he goes sliding across a table and hits the wall head first. Tornado and his friends laugh as Tornado makes his way across to where Omega is lay in a heap.
Tornado: You didn’t beat me! RAF just decided you did, that’s not a real victory and we both know it.
He clasps his hand round the back of Jonny’s neck and twists his head so he is facing the groom-to-be.
Tornado: Ooooh, I’d get him sorted asap if I was you. Wouldn’t want his big day ruined would we?
Tornado laughs, along with his friends, and drops Jonny’s head and it flops forward.
They then leave as we fade out, leaving the scene of chaos behind.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 16:58:52 GMT -5
Segment: The Verdict (Credit: WeDrag, WCW98)
There is silence as the camera man bundles through a door, bearing a red cross on a white background. The ACW doctor is very much so a dark character, not so much that he has a mysterious background, but rather that wrestlers normally only come to meet up with him during times of crisis. Enter ‘the Welsh Dragon’ Dan White, who sits on the elevated chair, twiddling his fingers. A good looking nurse walks by, and Dan smiles at her, with the nurse noticing him and smiling back. Dan again begins to look concerned though, and places his hands on the chair, leaning back slightly. But he catches the light in his eyes, forcing his face away from that area. He then notices a cabinet, full of medical tools. Dan slowly gets up from his position, and walks over to the cabinet. He looks at the instruments inside, smiling to himself a little. He used to want to become a doctor when he was younger, but obviously chose wrestling over that. He carefully examines the instruments, when the doctor comes through the door. Doctor: Excuse me there, Mr. White.
Dan turns around, greeting the doctor with a handshake.
Dan: Hi doctor. How was the scan?
Dan notices that the doctor is bearing an X-Ray scan in his hand. The doctor looks slightly upbeat, suggesting that there may be good news to come.
Doctor: Well you have complained of sore areas around your head, especially around your temple. Is this correct?
Dan: Yeah, it is.
Doctor: Well then, let’s see here…
He places the scans onto the board, and there appears to be no major damage.
Doctor: Basically, I don’t know what’s happened to you. You appear to have no damage, not to your skull or in the brain. What I am guessing is one of two things. Either A, you took a nasty shot to the head and this is just a delayed pain from the incident. I assume you would have taken some painkillers of sorts for that?
Dan nods silently.
Doctor: The second option, B, is that you’re hurt, up here (points to Dan’s head). You may have suffered some psychological damage somewhere down the line. And I realize you have a match later tonight, but I think that on medical advice, you do not compete.
Dan leaps off his chair, challenging the doctor.
Dan: Now hold up here. I respect you and all for what you do, but I have to wrestle tonight. It’s a big match and I need a victory – I’ve not had one since Bloody Valentine. Is there something – anything – you can do?
The doctor looks a little concerned, but has an idea.
Doctor: Well I can bring in a psychologist to help you track down your problems inside your head. However he’s a specialist doctor, living in the United Kingdom so you’re most likely going to have to wait until Monday or so.
Dan looks disappointed, but the doctor hopes the brighten him up.
Doctor: But I mean look. By all means, go out and wrestle tonight. But take it easy, and if at all possible avoid head shots because you want to be in decent shape for your first meeting. You got that?
Dan: Clear as daylight, Doc.
Dan gets to his feet, and shakes the doctor’s hand again.
Dan: Hey man, thanks a lot for what you’re doing. Hopefully we’ll get to the bottom of this.
Doctor: Hey, I’m only doing what I’m here to do. Now take care.
Dan sets off, out through the doorway and down the hall, presumably to prepare for his match later tonight. The doctor sighs, flipping out a mobile phone and making a phonecall on speed dial. He waits a few seconds for the receiver to pick up, and it does so.
Doctor: Hello, Phil? I need your help. Can I get you into here for Monday?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 16:59:11 GMT -5
ACW Commercial: Bullet Time (Credit: Scott & NBK)
The footage shows a clip of Scott Andrews, he’s wearing a black “CBK” hooded shirt and a pair of AND-1 snap on pants (black with 3 red stripes down the side). He stands out in the rain shadow boxing. Thunder cracks each time he extends his arm, striking at the air.
Man’s voice: Determination, an attribute strongly overlooked.
The footage jumps to a clip of Scott in the ring, his opponent monstrous in size has a sharpshooter locked in. The pain immense, lots of men have tapped out to this move. Scott is able to reverse the move and lock in The Scarlet Fever and his opponent taps out.
Man’s voice: Heart, an attribute a true fighter never underestimates.
The footage now shows Scott Andrews in a stare down with a man twice his size. The big man runs at Scott but Scott is able to quickly hit a drop toe hold. The monstrous man hits the mat, Scott gets to his feet and hits a jumping version of the Head Shot, causing his larger opponent to fall to the mat instantly.
Man’s voice: Speed and intelligence, when combined are a lethal dose of toxicity. Just a couple of the attributes ACW’s resident "Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews has.
The footage shows Scott standing in the ring with his fists clenched and resting on his waist and flexing his chest (superman pose).
Scott Andrews: I’m the Scarlet Assassin and it’s going to take a lot more than size to take me out!
The footage ends abruptly with a loud gun shot, as the words Scott Andrews appear on the Alphatron in red lettering accompanied by several bullet holes. The screen then fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:00:04 GMT -5
Segment: Rawt’s Big Night Out (Part 4) (Credit: Rawt)
We return to the “Magical Mystery Tour” to see Rawt just a few meters away from the bar, with "Imagine" by John Lennon still playing in the background. Rawt swiftly turns around and starts to walk back wards, putting out his thumb to hitch for a ride, but nothing.
Rawt: Why does this have to happen to me god?
Rawt jumps into the middle of the road, kneeling down and praying up into the sky. When all seemed stupid, a light began to beam down on him.
Rawt: God? Is this you God?
With no response, Rawt opens his eyes to see an on coming car coming his way, Rawt, scared shit less, just sits there. Just before the car almost hits him, a random person jumps in and yanks him out of the way.
Rawt: Whoa shit man! Thank you si...
Rawt's eyes widen as he looks into the eyes of his savior. It was a hobo. Their eyes locked, as they both sat there on the curb.
Hobo: Geez, you a dumbass?
Rawt: Would a dumbass do this?
Rawt slaps the hobo across the face with his bare hand, leaving a bright red mark.
Hobo: Yes, yes they would.
Rawt: You know what?
Rawt gets up from the curb and raises his hand. As the hobo gives him a weird look, Rawt fakes the hit and quickly dashes off into the darkness, to wards Jose Locos.
Hobo: Geez, what a loser, doesn't even know what hes doing.
The hobo creeps back into the dark alley, as the street goes silent.
Fade Out.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:01:00 GMT -5
Segment: "The Impending Debut of Greatness" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The camera goes backstage to where Rattlesnake stands. He seen getting himself prepared for his debut match.
Rattlesnake: It's almost time. It's almost time. It's almost time for everyone to finally see the "Vision of Greatness" in action. All the fans sitting in their seats will witness an awe-inspiring sight. They'll see a bunch of flashy moves, but the one thing they will definitely see, which is true greatness, is the Snakebite. Then they'll see how good I really am. I can see it now. They'll have no choice but to chant my name "Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!"
Rattlesnake shakes his head and laughs for a moment.
Rattlesnake: They almost make this shit too easy. I look at most of the people here and in my weaker moments, I almost pity them. The key word is almost. The truth is that I really don't. There may be a face or two here that I recognize. Hell, I know there is. But they are still the same pieces of trash that they were when I last saw them. Nothing has changed.
Rattlesnake thinks back for a second and then shakes his head.
Rattlesnake: But now is not the time for reminiscing. No, tonight I'm going to show everybody that the "Vision of Greatness" is the future of this place. The path will lead me to the ACW World Heavyweight Championship. That may not be for a while, but every future champion has to start their path somewhere. My path starts with Jearus.
Rattlesnake looks into the camera and smirks.
Rattlesnake: Jearus, I want you to walk down to that ring and expect one thing...a loss. I want you to know exactly what's coming. Jearus...tonight you get your claim to fame in the name of the Snakebite. You'll get struck and you'll go down in a blaze of...well, it won't be glory. Perhaps it will be humility. Maybe even irony. But whatever it is, it'll be embarrassing for you.
Rattlesnake takes a few steps towards the stage but stops. He turns back to the camera.
Rattlesnake: One last thing for you and those morons out in the stands to get through those thick skulls is this: all it takes is one Snakebite. You'll get infected with this snake's poisonous venom and you'll be paralyzed. You'll be down for the 1-2-3 and at that point, that very moment out in the ring, you'll have your "Claim to Fame." Then I'll walk to the back and everyone's brush with greatness for tonight will be at it's end.
Rattlesnake holds up one finger, followed by another and then one more.
Rattlesnake: That will mark the start of the streak for the Rattler and like my entrance says, "You don't fear the reaper, you fear...the Rattler."
Rattlesnake walks off, awaiting his debut.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:01:28 GMT -5
Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Jearus
Right on cue, the action returns to the main arena, where Philip is already in the ring.
Philip: Our next match is a singles contest set for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando- what?
A member of the crew is trying to get Philip’s attention. Annoyed, Philip heads to the side of the ring, and the mic in his hand picks up what he says.
Philip: What do you mean, “he’s demanding to come out second?” Oh, very well…
He walks back to the centre of the ring.
Philip: Uh… Introducing first, from somewhere in the Western hemisphere… Jearus!
”Reach for the Sky” hits, and after a moment’s pause Jearus runs out through the curtain, drawing a loud cheer from the fans. He reaches the ring and slides in, raising his arms before waiting over on one side.
Philip pauses again, and waits for the crew member to give him the signal that he should continue. He rolls his eyes, but remains utterly professional.
Philip: And his opponent, from Orlando Florida, making his ACW debut… “the Vision of Greatness”, Rattlesnake!
”Blind” by Silverchair hits, and there is a strong wave of boos as Rattlesnake appears in all his glory, bearing his Snakequaliser with him. He hides his feelings about this, and maintains a confident starlet smile as he walks down to the ring. Philip, seeing him coming and remembering what happened at their previous meeting, scoots out of the ring, but the referee still has to directly ask Snake to truncate his “tour” of the four corners so that the match can start. Rattlesnake gives him a glare, and hands over his baseball bat with bad grace. The referee passes this to the outside, and is finally able to get things rolling.
Bell Rings.
As the crowd settles down to a more sustainable level of noise, Jearus starts to pace in a circular motion. He expects Rattlesnake to follow suit, but instead the “Great” superstar simply watches him with a supremely cocky smirk and folds his arms. Jearus understandably becomes quite angry at this, sensing Snake’s disdain, and runs forward to try and knock his opponent literally off his pedestal. Snake’s as quick as his namesake and counters with an armdrag, making the crowd boo, but Jearus rolls over sideways to a crouching position and then sweeps with an outstretched leg, sending Snake to the canvas. The crowd cheers enthusiastically, and they’re not the only ones who are pleased.
Max McNally: That’s what you call taking someone down a peg or two.
Eddie Edison: Heh, if Rattlesnake was expecting this to be a walkover, he’s made a big mistake! Look at Jearus go!
Jearus is indeed “giving it some”; he stomps Snake a few times and then pulls off a standing moonsault into the pin. The referee counts, 1-
McNally: Kickout by Rattlesnake!
Snake seems just a little surprised at Jearus’s strong start, but he’s far too experienced to be fazed for any length of time. He shoves Jearus off of him and is back on his feet in a second or two, whereupon he methodically starts to work over his opponent’s body with jabs, from the upper body to the abdomen where he switches to a few kicks. Jearus does his best to defend, but Snake places his strikes with a practiced accuracy that reflects his expertise, and then demonstrates to the crowd his famed jabbing combination of four right-handed strikes and then a “snake wave” motion from right to left leading into a powerful clothesline. Jearus is almost flipped 180 degrees by the force, and Snake’s smile gets wider as he casually drops down to make the cover. The referee is there, and starts to count, 1…2-
Edison: ALL RIGHT! Kickout by Jearus. Come on kid, you can take this guy down…
Jearus rolls away from Rattlesnake and pulls himself up quickly using the ropes. He checks for a fresh attack, but Snake is arguing with the referee and claiming that the count was slow. Jearus glances sideways, and sees that he’s close to the corner; taking a chance, he runs over and ascends before leaping forward into a missile dropkick. The crowd’s reaction tips Snake and the referee off, but it’s too late for Snake to counter, and there is a massive cheer as Jearus connects and sends him crashing to the mat. The referee just barely misses being brought down as well, but retains enough sense to make the count as Jearus pins. Everyone watches, 1…2…-
McNally: Shoot! It was so close, too!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:02:12 GMT -5
Jearus looks frustrated as he scrambles back on to his feet – but that’s as nothing compared to the acid expression now etched on to Rattlesnake’s face. There is a definite sense of him switching gears; he advances on Jearus and takes a kick to the gut, but soaks it up and then punches back hard and fast, driving Jearus backward toward the ropes. Snake then whips his opponent into them, and uses a shoulder block against his lightweight foe, sending him to the canvas; Jearus isn’t cowed and nips back up on to his feet, but Snake is prepared and pulls off a powerslam that sends vibrations through the whole floor of the building.
Edison: Jearus looks like he’s in trouble…
McNally: The power of Rattlesnake… it’s really something to behold.
Jearus instinctively rolls sideways to try and prevent a pin, and once again rises; the crowd has to admire his tenacity. Snake though is focused purely on the match now, and moves behind Jearus; he grasps him and hits a German Suplex, and rolls it through into a second, holding for a pin. The referee counts it, 1….2…thr-
McNally: No! Close, but not enough.
Edison: Not bad for a “third rate” superstar, eh Max?
The crowd responds with plenty of cheers and a few taunts of Rattlesnake; both men get back up, and Jearus stares Snake down from under his mask. The crowd is now shouting for something big, and Jearus intends to give it to them – he moves forward and makes to tie up with Rattlesnake, but as their hands meet, Jearus pulls his foe forward and headbutts him. The crowd roars as Jearus goes all-out for the Mercantilist Striker; he leaps up and delivers an enziguri, pivots and hits the – no, wait, Snake drops down to one knee and Jearus’ second kick misses. Jearus ends up facing away from Snake, and turns back just too late to protect himself as Snake lifts him, and executes the Snakebite (F5 into Diamond Cutter).
McNally: My lord…
Edison: What a move! I don’t like the guy, Max, but you have to recognize quality like that.
Rattlesnake makes the pin, and the referee counts, 1….2….3. The crowd erupts with boos as Snake stands back up, his unpleasant smirk returning with a vengeance.
Philip: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake!
”Blind” hits again, and the fans continue to boo as Rattlesnake raises his arms in victory. The crowd’s reaction may not be exactly what he desired, but there’s no doubting that he’s shown he has the strength and skill to back up his extravagant claims. Jearus, however, picks himself up as Rattlesnake is walking to the back and holds up his own arm, showing that he’s ok; the crowd applauds him loudly as the show fades out to a break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:02:51 GMT -5
Segment: Finding me a Bre McKey … (a Spade/McKey Special)
Wandering the halls without a care, Jonny Spade is shown shuffling his feet as he hears a panic and panting scream running down the back of his spine as Bre McKey accidentally pushes him from behind. She runs her hands over her short hair and trails her fingers over her scar and lightly smiles as she stares blankly at Jonny. He stares back with an uneasy glance and laughs a bit.
Jonny Spade "Uh, are you okay? Seemed to have a bit of a tipsy fall there, eh?"
Bre McKey holds her wrist as she tucks herself within her dark cloak as her hair lightly falls over her eyes. Jonny stands up as Bre McKey whimpers a bit, wishing he'd stay a bit more. He smiles warmly towards her as he offers her his hand. Remembering of none help what-so-ever in her last few years with Aleister, he pulls his hand back slowly. Glancing down towards a different door, Jonny Spade puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out something. Bre McKey looks at his hand as she peers closer. She childishly puts her cold hands around Jonny Spade's as she tries to see what he had in his hands. He closes his hand as he smiles.
Jonny Spade "Do you really want to see what I have? I don't think you'd like it."
She wraps both of her hands around his as she attempts to peer open his hand. Her eyes open widely with enthusiasm as she smiles slowly, playing at his little game. Jonny Spade pulls his hands behind his back while grasping tightly on the item.
Jonny Spade "I'll tell you what ... you can have whatever is in my hand as long as you tell me exactly what I want to hear. Tell me your name..."
Bre McKey looks at him innocently as she grunts lightly, wanting whatever was in his hand. He laughs as she growls and attempts to bite his hand. He pulls his hands over his head as she lightly wrapped her arms around his, wanting what was in his hand like a child would ever do to get whatever they wanted. She stepped on his foot as she took off her cloak and screamed.
"Grr <huff huff> ... Bre MC-KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"
His mouth dropped as her greedy hands opened his. Bre McKey took the candy from him and savored the flavor in her mouth as she sat and covered herself within the cloak. She licked her fingers slowly as she glanced at his face.
Bre McKey "... what."
Jonny Spade lifts his mouth as she tilts her head a bit. He pulls out more candy for her as she smiles and gobbles down the sweets greedily. Jonny watches her eat as she grunts and snorts at the fun she was having eating the candy.
Jonny Spade "You know, I'm in this tag team match tonight and I'm meaning to look for a partner, and I was wondering if ... you're probably not interested in that. So, uh ... does Aleis-, er ... I mean, Sir Aleister let you eat stuff like this?"
He sweetly smiles at Bre while she wipes herself clean as he offers her some more candy. She looks at him and shudders from the name of her owner. She eats the sweets and lowers her eyes.
Bre McKey " .. no, Bre ... BRE Bad!"
His eyebrowns come together as she wipes her hands off and pull out some gloves. He notices her body growing colder as she breathes heavier. Jonny wraps one of his arms upon hers as he rubs, making her warmer. Her cheeks lightly glow as he whispers in her ear.
Jonny Spade "Don't you wish ... sometimes you could make your own decisions? I know you do and I know how you want to have your own drive and ambition to do what you want. You don't want some asshole like Aleister telling you what to do all your life do you?"
Bre McKey "No ... you ... you no understand!"
Jonny Spade "Tell me what I don't understand, tell me ... Bre."
Bre McKey "You ... you look for tag team partner?"
Jonny Spade smiles as Bre can be heard crunching away on the candy some more between her teeth. He can't help but just smile and drop the topic and answer what Bre is asking him.
Jonny Spade “Yes, I am looking for a tag partner for a match I am in. You want to help me out?
Jonny Spade looks and then starts whispering in a low, hushed voice. Bre McKey stares at his hands as he pulls out a more colorful coated candy, making her lightly chuckle in delight.
Jonny Spade “If you do help me out….I will give you more……CANDY!”
Bre McKey gasp as her eyes widen with adore toward her new friend but Jonny Spade keeps her quiet by putting a finger on her lips. He's smile grows wider as he chuckles underneath his breath.
Jonny Spade “But you got to keep it quiet because this deal is only for you. If anyone else found out that I made this kind of deal to you then everyone would want to be my partner. So you want to help me out then?”
Bre McKey closes her eyes and gives him a hopeful sigh while the light smile across her face fades into a wide grin. She is then helped up to her feet by Jonny Spade and he puts his hand lightly on her shoulder. She twitches a bit as she nearly leans on her knees. He pulls off and gives her a hug. Her face goes in total shock as she stands still as a rock.
Jonny Spade “Great, I’ll see you in the ring then!"
Jonny walks on happy to get a partner and Bre McKey walks on hiding a bit of candy inside her cloak's pocket. She childishly peeks through the edges of the wall corners as she giggles and runs off, but happy nonetheless as giggles fade slowly with the scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:03:57 GMT -5
Segment: Top of Talent Mountain Part I (Credit: Scott & NBK)
The camera cuts backstage to the CBK locker room, Scott is in full wrestling gear and has a towel over his head, NBK is wearing his custom Italian dress suit. While Scott appears to be in deep thought, NBK seems to be unfazed about the current situation unfolding(Scott vs Torak).
NBK: Hey bro, you are going to make a chump out of that guy Torak!
Scott’s head lifts up for a moment and cautiously nods his head.
NBK: What’s wrong?
Once again Scott lifts his head up.
Scott Andrews: I don’t know what to think…This guy has a lot of damage upstairs, if you know what I mean…
NBK: Listen up. Get rid of any doubt in your mind. You’re Scott “F’n” Andrews, you are a man born with a great technical skill, you can out wrestle that mammoth any day. A truck can’t drive with flat tires, so focus on his legs.
Scott lets out a chuckle, his confidence getting a bit of a needed jumpstart.
Scott Andrews: Yeah, I know that. It’s just I don’t know where he’s coming from half of the time. You saw the footage from Monday right?
NBK: Yeah, all that clip proves is how much of a looney he is…
Scott Andrews: Yeah, but what about that other looney?
NBK: Who?... Angelus?...What a queer name that is, I mean he might as well walk down to the ring wearing a dress!
Both men laugh.
NBK: Okay let’s get a move on it, we have an interview to get through.
Scott Andrews: Alright, lets get out of here.
NBK opens the door and heads into the hallway first, Scott follows and shuts the door behind himself.
NBK: Oh yeah, by the way…
Scott Andrews: What?
NBK: You know I’ve got your back right?
Lex turns to Scott and opens up his jacket suit and reveals his devious plan. The fans can’t see what NBK is hiding but the look on Scott’s face says it all. The two start heading down the hallway.
Little girl: You know, you shouldn’t get involved with things that aren’t your business.
Scott and Lex turn around and see the same little girl they met at Bloody Valentine.
NBK: Go home, little red riding hood.
Scott Andrews: Creepy little kid.
Both men walk away. As the screen cuts to the next part of the show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: Ups and Downs (Credit: Torak)
A feeble body weakens the mind – Jean Jacques Rousseau
An intriguing citation by an influential man. Whether you agree with it or not, it remains significant in the minds of many people. Some people are capable of having that effect on others. Everybody has the potential to be influential with their thoughts, words or actions; whether that influence is used for virtue or sin depends solely on the recipient.
It is easy to influence someone if they have an open mind.
A rousing speech by a captain can influence the team to victory. On the other end of the scale, a preacher fuelled by hate can influence chaos, anarchy and violence.
Others may be influenced in different ways. One may admire someone’s achievements and successes and be influenced to follow in their footsteps with aspirations to be on par with them…or even surpass their accomplishments. Alternatively, one may witness the downfall and failures of another, discouraging them from continuing with their plight.
We live our lives through our influences and in-turn, influence others through our lives.
An another example of how certain people can be influenced that hits closer to home is ACW’s own “Welsh Dragon” Dan White. Recently awarded with a World title shot, rewarded for his ability with an opportunity of prestige and greatness. However, he floundered this opportunity due to the influence of another. Another profound image that remained in his mind, influencing his behaviour from a brief moment. The key moment. The face that haunted him for those few moments, inducing a fit of sheer panic and ineluctably led to his defeat. If one mind can be so easily infiltrated by the influence exuded by one individual, then is any mind on the entire roster of Alpha Championship Wrestling completely secure?
For a brief moment you surmise not, as that very face that inhabited the over-active imagination of Dan White on Monday appears in front of you. The glaring eyes, peering over the brim of the half-mask, stare deeply into your soul, draining your ability to speak, think or even move.
It’s that feeling you get when you thought you heard a movement outside the window late at night. There might have been a shadow cast, but you can’t be sure. The closed curtains do nothing to aid your doubt. You tentatively shuffle over to the window, fearing the worst but truly believing that your imagination is just running wild, as it always does at night…in the dark…alone. Your hand slowly reaches out toward the curtain and your index finger and thumb meet, pinching a tiny bit of the curtain, not wanting to create a noticeable movement in the curtains. You edge closer to the window, the curtains still shielding the view of the scary outside world. You feel the curtain is your last line of defence, your last form of protection from any lurking dangers. You prepare to rip your kevlar vest off in the middle of an empty battlezone knowing that an enemy may possibly be on the horizon.
You inhale, the oxygen serves as a double dose of courage and you finally have the nerve to sharply slide the curtain open, almost tugging it off the rail. The view of the outside floods in… . . . . . THERE’S SOMEBODY AT THE WINDOW! …
His eyes continue to glare. He’s frozen, just as you are, but he has the advantage; he’s not afraid of you. Under the mask it is difficult to tell whether he is frowning or smirking though neither would be a comfort to you.
Finally, he moves, lowering himself toward the floor, but still his eyes remain fixed in front of him. It seems Torak is preparing for his match later tonight by performing squats. It’s amazing how many people forget that Torak is a wrestler.
He stands up straight again with relative ease, but you still feel that he is lifting something other than his own body weight, which is enough in itself for the legs that support it. You can’t see a barbell resting across his shoulders, so that’s out. His arms are also out of view in the current shot so you can’t tell if he’s holding something in his huge hands.
After a few more stoops and raises the glare of Torak forces the camera to retreat cowardly. The objects in either hand become more and more visible as the shot zooms out. The objects are human figures, quite familiar in fact. It's the pair of (ex-)ACW fans making another unconsented appearance, both tied up at the wrists with rope and draped over the shoulders of the exercising beast. Their cries of help are muffled by straps of tape stretched across their mouths.
Torak stoops down once again and returns to verticality with ease. He performs one final squat before deciding enough is enough and promptly drops his makeshift weights to the floor. They slump down onto the concrete and writhe in pain after being stretched for the benefit of Torak's workout. There's even a possibility that they're suffering from vertigo. Torak stands up straight, barely out of breath. The scene fades out with a familiar scene. Torak standing tall over two crumpled bodies. Scott Andrews will have some work to do tonight to avoid being stretched.
OOC from Torak: The ending was slightly rushed due to my computer dieing and me resorting to using my Uncle's laptop to finish it off. Luckily, I uploaded the file to my site for backup before my computer crashed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:06:32 GMT -5
Segment: Teacher-Student Reunion (Credit: BK)
Upon being one of the entrees in the Asylum, BK London has striven for the best in the upcoming weeks. He has enjoyed nearly two months in ACW without ever being pinned or being made to submit, and managing to pick up win after win after win. Tonight he expects no different as for the first time in a very long time, he has a tag team partner he actually wants to team with. While he may not the strongest person in ACW, or the most charasmatic, he can still manage to get the job done.
The segment opens up in the locker room of the self-proclaimed, Sole Survivor. Throughout the entire week he has been searching for a partner up and down the hallways, looking for the biggest, strongest, most dominating superstar in ACW. And since most of the people in ACW currently don't fit that description, he went with the next best thing. We see BK London taping his wrists for the upcoming match and then he rises to his seat and looks to his left.
BK: You’re ready for tonight, right?
We see BK look all the way up, as if he's looking at the ceiling. The crowd expects some huge superstar, the size of Hitman of the Gods or Amo The Great or someone in ACW who is taller than most of the roster. But instead probably one of the shortest superstars, on the roster, standing at 5'11" it's none other than Predator.
BK: Do you really need those balloons in your hand?
The balloons float their way into the scene and BK looks up at them, wondering what the fuck they are for.
Predator: Come on BK, if you know anything about me, you know that the Predator, LOOOVES to party!
Predator puts his arm over the shoulder of BK and brings him closer before gesturing a picture in the air, as if they were looking off into Predator's wild imagination.
Predator: Think about it BK, me delivering The Fresh Kill to Jonny or whoever his partner is - it doesn't really matter - and then you getting the cover of course, to win us the match. The crowd breaks into a frenzy for the reunion of the team BK London and the Junior Heavyweight Champion, Predator - suddenly balloons come flowing down from the ceiling. Confetti showers the people as Philip announces: "And the winners of this match.....Predator and BK London!
BK: *Ahem*
Predator: BK London and Predator I mean, you know I was joking with you right? Don't hurt me.
BK lifts Predator's arm off his shoulder and slaps him on the back.
BK: Relax, I won't kill you. You have too much potential, you see unlike the rest of those pitiful jackasses out there, you actually show some respect for the people who have paved the way for you.
Predator: Whoever doesn't respect BK is a fool, and they will all regret it at Genocide when you become ACW Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOOORRRLLDD!
BK: You've got spunk kid. Now let's do this thing, like only BK and Predator can only do.
BK walks off camera and Predator lifts his Junior Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder, and he walks out, anticipating for teaming with BK London in their match....up next.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:07:28 GMT -5
Segment: Rawt’s Big Night Out (Part 5) (Credit: Rawt) As we come back once again, Rawt is shown knocking on the doors of Jose Locos, begging for Bob to let him in. BANG BANG BANG! ...No answer. Rawt is about to ram right through the door but Bob opens up a little sliding door that allows him to see who is outside. He looks down at Rawt and rolls his eyes.Bob: What the hell do you want, Rawt? Rawt: ...Please! PLEASE LET ME IN! Bob: Why? I kicked you out for the night! Rawt: I have nowhere else to go! Bob: ...Well fuck, I guess you’re screwed than! Bob shuts the little door.Rawt: ...Ma.....Ma.......Maaa........WAAAAAAH!!! Rawt explodes in tears and moans as he smashes his hands into the ground....Bob comes rushing back and opens up the little door...Bob: SHUT UP! Bob throws pocket change at Rawt, he then closes the little door again...
...Rawt sees the cash and stops crying...Rawt: Well fuck, time for a payphone. Rawt proceeds around the corner and looks for a payphone, he sees the hobo that he met earlier snoozing in the booth. Rawt is pissed...Rawt: OUT! Rawt smashes the glass wall with his fist and grabs the Hobo, tossing him out onto the sidewalk...Hobo: .... Rawt: I call the shots, child… Rawt gets into the phone booth and calls for a cab.Rawt: Yes, this is Rawt, an ACW superstar. The next Entertainment Champion. Yeah, pick me up! Rawt hangs up as the taxi magically and instantly pulls up.Rawt: To the arena, I have a bone to pick with Mr. Starr.... Rawt gets into the taxi and sits down. He continues to sit and eventually after about a minute or so, realizes that something is up.Rawt: Hey!.....I thought I ended my segment here? ??: Yes, originally you did. It’s at this point that Rawt looks to his left. AK looks back at him, and smiles.Rawt: What the Fu- AK puts a hand over his marvelously moustached mouth.AK: First, we can live with less of the F word, thank you. Rawt nods, and AK takes her hand away.AK: I know that this may seem strange, and I try not to meddle with other people’s work if at all possible, but it so happens you’ve painted yourself into a metaphorical corner. Rawt just looks confused, so AK points at her watch, and then at the darkness outside.AK: Have you any idea how long this little shindig of yours has taken? The show is over halfway through, and your match has already happened. Rawt: But… I’m here, so how could I- AK: Exactly, my friend. You forgot to properly place this entire sequence in time, and now we’re in a pickle. Which is why I’ve had to take this unusual step to correct things. Rawt: How are you going to do that? AK: Oh, I have my ways. Did you notice what kind of car this is? Rawt looks around him properly. The car is “retro” to say the least, with black plastic and flashing lights everywhere, and distinctive “gull wing” doors…Rawt: Wait… is this a DeLorean? AK: Very good. Now, shall we give this a try? I have no idea if this thing can accelerate to 88 miles per hour before we hit that wall at the end of the alley, so this could be very interesting… With the slightly demented look that she always develops when presented with something containing more than 4 cylinders, AK backs the car up and starts her run, with a stunned looking Rawt staring straight ahead.Rawt: Oh, FUCK- The rest of his sentence is fittingly lost to time itself, as the car hits critical velocity a few metres from disaster. There is a double flash of light, and then just two distinct tracks of flame leading into a stack of rubbish…
Fade out.OOC: I hope Rawt won’t mind my small addition here, as I couldn’t satisfactorily fit in all five of his promos before I needed his match to happen – so I came up with a “creative” way around it. - AK
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:08:58 GMT -5
Segment: Top of Talent Mountain Part II (Credit: Scott & NBK)
The scene opens to show Charlotte backstage with the team of Scott and NBK. She seems rather pleased to be interviewing these two fine young lads, and who wouldn't? Come on. It's the freakin' CBK!
Charlotte: Hello ladies and gentleman, we have a special treat. That’s right, on the eve of Scott VS Torak, we now have both members of The Cold Blooded Killers here. What’s your thoughts on the current “paranormal” state of ACW?
NBK: Paranormal? Are you a 12 year old fruitcake? Do you actually believe in that shit? Listen up, all of you chumps running around backstage playing dress up…This bullshit stops now! You may think you’re scaring people, but in reality your amusing the hell out of our younger viewers. That’s right. Kids from the ages 6 years old, up to 15 years old. What you need to do is look in a mirror - Don’t ask it who the fairest of them all is - just look in that mirror and ask yourself one question…Is this normal? If you say “no”, good there is hope for you yet…Get some help. If you look in the mirror and say “Yes”, you are pretty damaged…GET SOME HELP! Right now, I’m standing next to the REAL man of the hour, the REAL tower of power. The "Scarlet Assassin" Scott Andrews or should I say…THE ONE AND ONLY…GIANT KILLER! That’s right.
Scott Andrews: I couldn’t have said it better myself. Ya see, I have the ability to break down any man, women, and whatever the hell Torak is, with my raw technical ability. And from where I'm standing, that seems like a good plan when taking on bigger opponents, like "Psycho Boy" for instance. Because that's all he is...a big psycho. Hey, I'll admit, I can be a bit crazy at times, but nothing compared to that creep. You're a psycho, Torak. And that's the only thing that allows you to win matches.
NBK: The truth hurts… So Torak, you’re going one on one with The Real Serial Thrillah, a God…It’s a big gamble for you my friend, and I don’t like your odds. He is a giant killer, plain and simple, your ass is grass. I hope you have a gravesite picked out cause your ass is going 6 ft under.
Scott makes a gun gesture and 'shoots' at the screen. He then proceeds with a cut throat gesture and Lex gives a thumbs down.
Scott Andrews: It's over before it's even begun. Because it's my job to assassinate, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Charlotte: Wow, I like a guy with confidence.
Scott: I'll see you after the show...
Charlotte: *Giggles* Now is it true, next week you get a shot at the tag titles?
Scott and NBK look at each other, both hold back a grin.
Scott Andrews: Isn’t it your damn job to know these things?
NBK shakes his head and And Scott laughs
NBK: Wow, somebody earns their paycheck. This is how it’s going down… NBK and Scott Andrews walk to the ring, show off our impressive physique, showcase our dominant wrestling skills, I show the boys what “Hailing to the King” is all about, the catch a bad dose of Scarlet Fever, One Shot Kill and it’s over…ONE…TWO…THREE! We don’t even break a damn sweat, we’ll go backstage get some ladies and show them night they won’t EVER forget! Cause we’re the top of talent mountain baby! We look down at all on comers and spit in their faces!...That’s how we roll.
The fans boo. An obvious after effect.
Scott Andrews: You little bastards can boo all you want, yeah I can hear you out there!...Because the fact remains that we are the most dangerous Tag Team in ACW HISTORY!
The fans boo,...again.
Scott Andrews: So from me, to you, to all of the jackasses who watch Colgate commercials instead of our promos --- The Cold Blooded Killers are BACK - ON - THE - ATTACK! Woo!
Scott walks out of frame as the camera zooms in on NBK, who is glaring menacingly at Charlotte. She cowers behind her microphone as the scene cuts to the next part of the show.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:09:40 GMT -5
Segment: A small surprise (Credit: Santiago)
The camera fades into Santiago walking to the Senatorial Locker Room with the International Title resting over his right shoulder. He enters the room and closes the door behind him.
Santiago: Hey guys.
Kevin: Hey.
Kalb: Yo.
Santiago: Hey Scott, is Hunter here?
Scott: Uhh, yeah hold up. Hunter!
Silence.
Scott: HUNTER!
Still silence.
Scott: HUUUUUNTEEEEEEEEEER!!!
Hunter runs in from the other room.
Hunter: What the hell do you want Scott?!?
Scott: Santi wants you.
Hunter: Oh, okay then, hey man.
Hunter walks over.
Hunter: What’s up?
Santiago: I was just put into a match….
Hunter: What? You’re in the asylum too?!?!
Santiago: No, no, no don’t worry bout that, you know I wouldn’t take the title away from you! Anyways Monday, I’m in a hardcore match, with one of the men that cost us our tag team titles! Here’s a hint, it’s not the one I’m facing tonight.
Hunter: Uh oh…you have RDK in a hardcore match? Ya know he’s pretty pissed.
Santiago: Yeah, but so am I. He cost me my first tag team titles in ACW. This is a gift to me! I’m going to show him that I’m not just a transitional champion. That I’m not a weak coward. This is my time to show RDK an even bigger lesson, never mess with the best.
Hunter: Yeah well good luck with that.
Hunter begins to walk away.
Santiago: Hey hold it! I’m not done here.
Hunter comes back and sits down.
Santiago: Okay, right when I joined ACW, the Senatorial Stable took me under its wings. It’s been bringing me new opportunities to work with some of the best people in this company. The Capitalists, Hitman of the Gaaaawwds, Senator, Cold Blooded Killers, and most importantly the World Champion, Hunter! You see all of you have been so good to me.
NBK: Oh god, don’t tell us you’re leaving now.
Santiago: Let me finish. Anyways I feel that it’s my time to give back to this stable besides the contribution of bringing the International Title. And by the end of this night, I’ll have a great surprise for all of you and may I add, this is BIG, this is opening the doors to new opportunities.
Kalb: What is it?
Santiago: You’ll have to wait.
Hunter: Santiago if you bought a cake with a hot girl inside I don’t think I could accept it. But being the nice man I am, I would anyways.
Santiago:….You could kind of say that it’s a hot girl inside of a cake. But not for you, for us all!
Hunter: What is it?!?
Santiago shrugs his shoulders and walks out of the room. Kalb and Kevin look at each other, CBK do the same then they all get up and run towards the door to catch up with Santiago.
Scene fades as they all spill out of the room.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 9, 2006 17:10:22 GMT -5
Match 5: Torak vs. Scott Andrews
With the fans still wondering what Santiago has up his sleeve for later, the shot is returned to the arena proper. The atmosphere is already changing; people know that what’s coming will not be pretty. Even Philip’s not sure how best to announce it.
Philip: This…match is set for one fall… Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, he is a member of CBK and the Senatorial Stable, the “Scarlet Assassin”, Scott Andrews!
”Stronghold” plays, and there is a mixed reception for the former tag team champion as Scott enters through the curtain. Some of the fans continue to resolutely boo him, but others cheer, respectful of his courage in accepting this match. Scott shows no outward sign of nerves as he walks to the ring and enters it; he is by no means foolish enough to be without fear, but his confidence in himself is great and he believes he has the experience to overcome the odds.
Everyone waits as Scott’s music fades, and then “Broken Man” hits, with a ferocity to reflect that of the man it heralds.
Philip: And his opponent, from the Depths of the ACW arena… Torak!
The reaction of the crowd to Torak’s appearance never deviates much; it’s impossible to fully comprehend his size and power from the TV pictures alone, and so it always comes as a shock to the fans attending a live event when they see him close up. Torak ignores the waves of sound coming from the fans to either side of him, and stares straight at Scott Andrews in the ring ahead of him as he approaches. Scott wisely leaves plenty of room as his foe enters the ring, and with Philip having already beaten a hasty retreat, the referee opts to get the match going without any delay whatsoever.
Bell rings.
Scott has worked hard on his mental preparation for this, and he makes his move right on the bell, rushing in and kicking Torak as hard as he can in the abdomen. Torak flinches for the tiniest of seconds and then swings out an enormous arm; Scott ducks and rolls under it, regaining his feet in a position behind his opponent. He jumps up and clasps his hands around Torak’s neck, and kicks repeatedly at Torak’s lower back while hanging off of him; Torak is surprised by this novel approach, and as he tries to grab Scott the Scarlet Assassin lets go and gets clear, showing that the only truly successful strategy is one with an “exit clause”. The crowd is impressed, and cheers; Scott can’t entirely keep his proud nature in check, and he taunts Torak with a smirking stare.
This is like the proverbial red rag to a bull, and Torak moves with unsuspected and frightening speed to grab hold of Scott by the neck. Enraged, he pulls off one of his rarer 2-handed chokeslams, and Scott’s expression is one of pain as he rolls aside to stop Torak stomping on him. This is pleasing to Torak’s eye, and he lifts Scott up, using a backbreaker to increase the effects. This would be a perfect opportunity for a pin attempt, but as is now customary Torak is not at all interested in ending an excellent opportunity for him to indulge in his preferred pastime of causing hurt and distress. Realising that he’s in a weak position, Scott rolls to the outside of the ring to try and create some space in which he can rethink his position. Some of the crowd boo, but most can see that it’s the only realistic option if Scott wants to avoid being put into an unwinnable situation.
Torak glares at Scott, and then slides himself out of the ring in pursuit. But instead of running, Scott goes on the attack and runs forward, getting on to the apron and then leaping into one of his famed hurricanranas. Torak is thrown into the protective barriers, creating a distinct dent; Scott shouts at his foe and delivers a quick kick to the ribs before backing off. Now Torak’s seriously pissed, and he lunges to grab Scott; Scott though jumps aside and slides back into the ring. The crowd roars as Torak goes after him, and Scott slides out on the other side as Torak re-enters, leading him a merry dance and doing all he can to wear out his larger and slower foe. Torak is no idiot, and cuts the corner to almost block Scott’s path, but Scott just manages to duck under his extended arms and then whips Torak with all his strength toward the steel steps. Torak sees them, and stuns the crowd by jumping over; he glances over his shoulder to see a surprised Scott watching him from within the ring again. Breathing hard, Torak turns, and stares Scott in the face; and Scott knows that it’s not enough to run… he still has to find a way to get the pin.
Scott does not run from Torak this time; he waits for him to step through the ropes, and then closes in to try and bring the big man down. It’s an inherently risky strategy, however; Torak is ready to take advantage of any chance presented to him, and as Scott dodges a swing from one arm Torak grabs him with the other, and then swings him into a hip toss. Scott hits the mat and gets up as fast as he can, but Torak is waiting and hits him with his Heretic Fork (stiff uppercut). Scott staggers but somehow stays on his feet, so Torak follows this with his Diverse Morality III (Front Chickenwing DDT). With the pressure on him building rapidly, Scott finds himself in a cover, and finds the energy to kick just after the 2 count – Torak doesn’t seem surprised by this, and there are signs of him smiling darkly under his mask as he prepares to finish things off in a suitably devastating style…
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