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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:45:14 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 6th April 2006
ACW Caribbean Tour: Onboard the S.S. Minow Johnson
Schedule of Matches: ------------------------------
"Outlaw" Jack Conner Vs Felix Santana Jr.
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Scarlet vs. Jearus
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Open Challenge Dan White vs. Jack of Heartz
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Latino vs. Jonny Spade
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ACW Entertainment Title Match - Fatal Fourway Tornado Red Rattlesnake Rawt
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Yoko Satoshi vs. Santiago Rivera
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ACW World Title Match BK London vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:45:40 GMT -5
Meltdown commences with an opening shot of emerald islands in a sapphire sea; the Caribbean is as warm and welcoming as anyone could wish. A helicopter shot pans over the ocean, until gradually a vessel comes into view…
The ship is immaculately presented; a blue square at the stern end is revealed as a small pool, and there are deckchairs and loungers lined up along the side walkways. The wide, open bow end of the ship is where the ACW ring has been set up, along with flat and lightly tiered seating for the 900 or so extremely lucky fans who have managed to obtain tickets for this rare event. A number of launches are moored alongside the much larger ship, suggesting that it’s anchored not far from the shore of one of the islands, the alighting point for said fans once the show is concluded.
As the pan continues, a couple of familiar voices are heard in voice-over.
Max McNally (VO): Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first date in ACW’s tour of the Caribbean! I’m Maxwell McNally…
“Fast” Eddie Edison (VO):…And I’m Eddie Edison, and boy are we thrilled to be a part of this amazing venture.
The shot switches to some pre-recorded footage of the interior of the ship. Elegance is the word that springs immediately to mind; the furnishings are classy and comfortable, but not overly ostentatious. Combined with the warmth and light of early Caribbean evening, it looks like a most congenial place to spend a few days or weeks.
McNally (VO): The pictures you’re looking at now are of the S.S. Minow Johnson, a luxury cruise liner that has been chartered for the duration of our tour. It normally carries only a select group of passengers, far fewer than the larger commercial liners sailing these waters, so as you may imagine things have been stripped down a little in terms of the backroom boys and girls.
Edison (VO): But don’t worry, because all your favorite ACW superstars are here, and we’ve got some great matches lined up for you tonight.
The footage cuts to a live shot of the commentators at their desk, and then pans around to show the ring and the fans. The crowd cheers and waves their signs; a light wind stirs, but otherwise conditions are perfect. A scaled down version of the Alphatron is positioned above the doors from the inside of the ship, fulfilling the role normally played by the full-scale version in the ACW arena.
McNally: We’ll have our first match up in just a few minutes, but before then, let’s find out what’s going on elsewhere in this fine ship of ours…
The camera pans up to the decks above the open area, and the scene fades…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:47:30 GMT -5
Segment: A New Face (Credit: Scarlet)
As the scene opens, Yoko Satoshi strides confidently down an intricately ornate section of the cruise ship, admiring the paintings and absorbing the new luxury. So used to the monotonous and dull atmosphere of the same arena each week, the novelty of the cruise brings a skip to Yoko's step.
Voice: Yoko! Hey, wait up!
Yoko whirls around, and her face splits into a beaming smile.
Yoko: Sarin!
Giddy with happiness, Scarlet leaps into her lover's open arms, planting a small kiss on her cheek. Yoko sets her down gently and they warmly embrace.
Scarlet: How are you enjoying the new scenery?
Yoko: Lovely, though you just improved it by 100 percent.
Scarlet: I knew there was a reason why I keep you around.
Scarlet grins playfully and pinches Yoko's cheek. The pair hold hands, slowing down the pace of Yoko's stride to a mere stroll.
Yoko: You know, we're lucky to be alive. Stanton can only go down by sheer luck.
Scarlet: Aww, don't say that. Give credit where credit is due! Mainly, my ass-kicking ability--
Yoko: Please, who's the former World Champ here, Scarlet?
Scarlet flinches, as if a bee flew over and stung her. Noticing this, Yoko stops and relinquishes her hold on Scarlet's hand.
Yoko: Huh? What's the matter?
Scarlet pauses, and looks at the floor.
Scarlet: Sorry...I just had a short headache, that's all...
Yoko: You're an exceptionally bad liar.
Scarlet sighs, and closes her eyes. Even at a potentially negative situation, Yoko can't help but notice her deep brown eyes, the way her necklace lightly touches her breastbone, a ringlet of hair, smooth skin, a tongue traveling down her--
Scarlet: Yes, those are my boobs.
Embarrassed, Yoko abruptly looks up, Scarlet crosses her arms over her chest.
Yoko: My bad.
Scarlet: Right. Well, when Stanton trapped us in that creepy room, he...he...he kept on calling me Scarlet. It was so...abusive. Whenever I hear Scarlet, I immediately imagine your arms wrapped around me, the roar of my fans, the beautiful dresses I have in my wardrobe. But now, after Stanton, I can only see his face. His eyes. It...frightens me...
Concerned, Yoko pulls her in for a close hug.
Yoko: You have no reason to be afraid. I'm here for you.
Scarlet smiles, burrowing her face in Yoko's shoulder. Yoko's eyes widen in surprise as she feels a tear soak through her school blazer.
Scarlet: I know, Yoko. And that's why I've decided. I no longer want to be remembered as Scarlet any more. From now on, I'm following in your footsteps, using my real name. Sarin.
Yoko: That's a wise move. We should rebaptize you, or something.
Sarin: I was already thinking of a nick name. The Flower of Chaos. Does it appeal?
Yoko grins, apparently pleased.
Yoko: Very much. Now, Sarin, you have a match to get ready for...
Sarin: Shall we do our traditional prematch "exercises?"
Yoko's grin grows even wider, and she blushes smugly.
Yoko: Of course. They never fail to...warm you up.
Hand in hand, Sarin and Yoko make for their shared cabin.
Yoko: You know, I never really liked the color red.
Sarin: Oh hush.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:50:21 GMT -5
Segment: Opportunity Calls (Credit: Rose) About A Week Ago... [/b][/center] It’s not uncommon for a man to wake up one day and come to the realization that his life has lost its luster. For Jack Conner, every single morning for over 3 months has been this way. Not long ago, he’d see her…hear her…feel her…next to him. Now, he finds himself completely and utterly alone. The sunlight peeking into his room offers him no solace, instead it is a constant reminder that he’s in for yet another day without her…another day alone.
Yes, for Jack Conner, life has indeed lost its luster.
With a forlorn sigh, Jack sits up and gazes out into the distance. He’s not a young man by any means, but he somehow looks a great deal older than one would expect. His eyes look as if they’ve seen to much too much slip away. He hasn’t heard from his estranged son in years, his own daughter and granddaughter rarely visit anymore, and his wife was taken from him by the one thing he couldn’t stop. Never before in his life has he felt so weak…so powerless.
He puts on a worn, faded pair of blue jeans and walks unsteadily towards the adjacent bathroom. When he reaches the sink, he turns on the faucet and casually tosses some water onto his face. Just as he grabs a towel from the nearby rack, the familiar sound of his telephone’s loud ringing sends him off to look for it. He figures that it’s probably a bill collector of some sort, but he’s privately hoping that his little granddaughter is calling a little early today. Maybe it’s her…maybe she’s---Voice: Hey Outlaw, this— Jack is taken aback by the gruff, overly cheerful the voice. For one, he hasn’t heard anybody call him by his gimmick in quite a while. Secondly, this man sounds very familiar… Too familiar… Oh Lord, it’s…Voice: Is Vince McMahon. It’s been a while. The last time Jack saw the younger Vince McMahon, they were both at the beginning stages of their careers. He hasn’t lived under a rock all these years, and is well aware that Vince is now the most powerful man in the business. Conner: Howdy Vinnie. How ya been? Vince McMahon: Eh, I can’t complain. Trying to get into shape for Mania—it’s this Sunday—and looking forward to becoming a grandfather again in a few months, yourself? Conner: Well… I’ve been helluva lot better, to tell ya the truth. I don’t know if you’ve heard or not, but my wife passed away recently. Vince McMahon is probably a good man at heart, but he’s also a man who knows opportunity when he sees it. So, like the master manipulator that he is, he begins to weave his web. Vince McMahon: I’m sorry to hear that. It’s a damn shame, she was a wonderful woman. I wish I could have known her better. Conner: I ain’t got too much to live for now, really. This ranch is so damn lonely and all it does is get me deeper into debt every damn day. It’s just too much sometimes. Vince finally has his opening, and like a pro, he takes it. Vince McMahon: Well Jack, coincidentally, I happen to have a proposition for you. Conner: I reckoned you didn’t call just to say hello… Vince McMahon: The Hall of Fame Ceremony and Wrestlemania 22 are this weekend, and I would be honored if you were to attend. I’ll fly you up to Chicago and you can spend the weekend meeting old friends and considering my second offer. Conner: And what’s your second offer? Vince McMahon: We could use another road agent and, if you’re up to it, we could even have you come in to wrestle on a part-time basis. In fact— BEEP![/b] Conner: Excuse me, somebody is on the other line. I’ll be right back after I get em’ off. Jack switches over to the other line, and prepares to get whoever this is off the line as quick as possible.Conner: Howdy. Voice: Hello. This isn’t The Rock by any chance, is it? Conner: No, I’m sorry, you’ve got the wrong nu— Voice: Listen, don’t try to play this game with me. I know The Rock is a very busy man, but tell him that The Chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling is on the line, and that he is going to an offer that he simply CANNOT refuse. Conner: You’ve got the wrong number. I’m Jack Conner, and I have an important call from Vince McMahon on the other line. I ain’t got time to listen to you yap like a madman. So, just get— Chairman Ginger: Wait wait wait. Vince McMahon, you say? Conner: Yeah, that’d be him. After years of trying, Ginger finally has a chance to get another one-up on Vince McMahon. He doesn’t know who this Conner character is, but he’s now resolved to sign him before Vince does. He hasn’t had a coup this big since the time he got Edge and Lita to kinda…sorta…not really…jump ship.Chairman Ginger: Mr. Conner, have you signed anything at all yet? Conner: Nah, I ain’t signed anything yet. Now, I’m askin’ ya nicely— Chairman Ginger: Whatever he’s offering you, I’ll DOUBLE IT! It goes without saying that Jack is very confused by this point.Conner: Do you even have any idea who I am? I’ve ain’t ever heard of you in my entire life. Ginger decides to do something that he’s actually quite skilled at, and that’s bluff.Chairman Ginger: Of course I do Mr. Conner, I’m a HUGE fan of yours and I think our organization could use somebody like you. Conner: OK. I don’t know what the hell is going on here. I’ve been retired forever, and I ain’t heard a word from hardly anybody until today. I’m gonna put you onto the other line with Vince, and we’re gonna get this straightened out. What’s your number. Chairman Ginger: It’s [This Number Is Edited By Those Damn Fascists At Alpha Championship Wrestling]. Jack switches back over to Vince McMahon.Conner: Vinnie, ya still there? Vince McMahon: Yes. Conner: Sorry that took so long, but a damn lunatic from some Apha Wrestling thing called and wants me to work for him. When Vince McMahon hears this, something about his demeanor begins to change. He starts to become a little more…forceful. Now that he’s aware of his competitors, he starts to act more like the man everybody knows from television. He becomes Mr. McMahon. Mr. McMahon: Oh really? Well, I’ll tell you right now, just hang up on him. Alpha Championship Wrestling is a two-bit organization and all they’re even remotely known for his having childish over-the-top theatrics. They even have a female world champion, for christsakes. Conner: I’ve decided that I’ll just put him on and I’ll let ya’ll both make your offers to me at the same time. It’s only fair. Mr. McMahon: You shouldn’t give that damn fool the time of day! Jack dials Ginger’s number, and in seconds, this semi-historic meeting begins.Chairman Ginger: Hello Vince, it’s good that we finally get to talk. Vince, of course, doesn’t even dignify Ginger by acknowledging his existence.Mr. McMahon: Listen Jack, I want to do you a favor. I know that you’re in a very precarious financial situation right now and I want to give you a job. Chairman Ginger: That’s the difference between me and him, I don’t want to do you a favor. I want to give you an opportunity. He probably wants you to sign one of those legends contracts, maybe work on some of his DVDs, and probably job you out to some up-and-coming heel each year when they pass nearby your hometown. I want to— Mr. McMahon: Jack, are you still listening to this idiot? Conner: As best I can. I think he was getting to the point. Chairman Ginger: You’re very correct, Mr. Conner. I am getting right to the point. If you’re able, I’ll let you be an active member of my roster and you’ll make a lot more than Vince would ever pay you. Furthermore, I’ll let you get going as quick as possible. On the 4th, we’ll be leaving to take a tour of the Caribbean and I want you to come along with us. I’ll book you against somebody so you can shake of your ring rust, and you’ll be able to get a good vacation while you’re at it. Mr. McMahon: That is preposterous. You want to have a wrestling show on a boat? That’s near impossible, and you’re a fool to consider it. To top it off, it’s a considerable waste of money. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, but take some advice from me. If you keep spending money the way that you do, you’re going to end up in the poor house and I’m going to end up with a new footage for my library. Chairman Ginger: Oh please, this is coming from the man who started the World Bodybuilding Federation and XFL. Burn.Mr. McMahon: Listen. I’m Vincent Kennedy McMahon DAMMIT, and if you talk to me that way one more time, then I might be forced to take a second look at your precious ACW. It’s been nothing but a gnat to me, so far, but it’s gnat that you may just force me to squash! Chairman Ginger: Please Vince, do you listen to what you say? That is the silliest thing that— Conner: Could you both calm down for a little bit? I think I’ve come to a decision. Chairman Ginger: Oh? Mr. McMahon: Yes, lets hear it. Conner: Vince, I reckon I’ll come up and watch your Hall of Fame Ceremony and Wrestlemania. Vince laughs that slightly maniacal laugh of his.Chairman Ginger: Why you— Mr. McMahon: Thank you very much. I assure you that you won’t regret it. Oh, and better luck next time Mr.— Conner: And I also want to accept the offer from ACW. I’ll accept both of your offers and make my decision at a latter date. How does that sound? Jack knows better than to burn either of his bridges at this time. He’s maneuvered them into a point where he’ll at least get an interesting week out of the deal, even if he finally decides that he won’t accept either one of their offers.Mr. McMahon: If anything, I prefer your idea Jack. Once you see what kind of degenerate organization ACW is, I have no doubt that you’ll join the WWE family in a heartbeat. Chairman Ginger: I’m perfectly fine with it as well. Oh, and I think he’ll make up his mind once he realizes that you have a champion who doesn’t know a wristlock from a wristwatch. Mr. McMahon: Spare me the clichés! At least our champion isn’t at risk of taking time off for maternal leave! Chairman Ginger: Well, at least our champion… You know what? Alicia Kitsune could take John Cena any day. Mr. McMahon: Don’t make me— Finally, Jack gets to say something again. Conner: Guys, as much as I’d love to stay… I need to make some arrangements. So, I’ll be off. Conner hangs up.Mr. McMahon:… Chairman Ginger:… Mr. McMahon:… Chairman Ginger: Say Vince, could you possibly get the The Rock’s phone number? Mr. McMahon hangs up the phone and Ginger’s quest to sign The Great One is momentarily stalled.Chairman Ginger: Oh well, we have RDK. Fade to black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:54:22 GMT -5
Segment: No time for rest... (Credit: BK)
As the segment opens the camera cuts to the sun shining down on the SS Minow Johnson, the seagulls can be seen flying past over the cruiseboat and there is that great smell of sea breeze in the air, it's almost......refreshing. The camera now pans down and we now see BK London laying on one of many beach chairs on the level just under the upper deck where all the ring action is going on. His attire is different from what you would normally see him wear, his body is all glistened up from the sun tan lotion which further display his defined pecs and abs, complete with a pair of blue and green Hawaiian swimming trunks. He continues to lie, alone, in this tranquil area and soak up the last of the day’s rays, until he is met by his wife Kiley.
Kiley: Hey!
No response by BK London.
Kiley: Honey!
Still no response from BK, he looks to be out like a light. Kiley now begins nudging him but this only makes him turn on his back to get the full body tan.
Kiley: BEEKAAY!
There is no way that BK wouldn't have been woken up from the recent shriek of Kiley. He quickly sits up and removes the sunglasses from his eyes.
BK: Huh? - Hah? - Wha?
Kiley(with an angry base in her voice): BK!
BK: Hey Baby! What's wrong? You don't look too well, you should lighten up baby. We're in paradise, you can get all the martini's and apple colada's you want. It's all on the house courtesy of Ginger I think...
Kiley: I just came back from the orientation tour of this damn cruise ship.
BK: .....and how was it?
Kiley: Oh everything was going fine, just fine. Until I came across something, I came across the champion's cabin.
BK: ....and your point is?
Kiley: My point? MY POINT?! You want to hear my point! My point is that her room is huge, king sized bed, her own refrigerator, satellite television, her own bathroom....BK, we need a room like that.
BK: Baby, our room is fine.
Kiley: Fine?! You call that small, sweaty, shack fine? No, no, no, you promised me the best on this trip BK, and I want the best! You MUST win this match tonight. Now get your ass up and start training...
BK: Kiles - baby - honeybun....relax. I have been extensively training over the entire week, I finally get a few hours to myself and I want to spend them soaking the rays. Trust me, tonight...I got this! The ACW Championship is as good as mine.
Kiley: You said you would win the ACW Championship at Genocide too, and we all saw where that went.
BK chuckles to himself and now he sits up and looks at Kiley.
BK: You just had to go there didn't you....
Kiley: ....oh yeah, I went there.
BK: You know what?
BK now rises up.
BK: If you want me to continue training, and get ready for my match tonight, that is fine by me. But I'm telling you, I've got this match in the bag.
Kiley: Yeah yeah yeah. Now get going...
BK walks off while Kiley takes his spot in the beach chair.
BK(mumbling under his breath): ...god damn bitch...
Kiley(from afar): WHAT WAS THAT?!
BK: I said after the show I think I'll go fish.
Kiley: Ooooh, that should be fun.
BK: Yeah....
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:56:04 GMT -5
Match 1: "Outlaw" Jack Conner Vs Felix Santana Jr. (Credit: Scarlet)
Though devoid of any blockbuster names, the first match on the card at least sparks some interest in the half-crazed ACW fans, for many are anxious to see how this “old timer” can fare against a seasoned youngster of the Fallout roster. Without further ado, Philip enters the ring, acknowledging a screaming Philip groupie with a slight nod, before commencing announcing.
Philip: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from the Dominican Republic, weighing in at 200 pounds, Felix Santana Junior!
“Gasolina” by Daddy Yankee hits, and the young Felix appears on the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Wasting no time, he sprints to ringside and slides in smoothly, before ascending a nearby turnbuckle and raising both fists to the crowd.
Philip: And the opponent, from Midland Texas, weighing in at 278 pounds, the “Outlaw,” Jack Conner!
Harmonica’s theme replaces “Gasolina,” the contrast visible between a rough, Hispanic rap and a classic western theme. Jack Conner makes his presence known nearly immediately after his theme music hits. The fans take to him at once; his charisma radiates off him like a well chosen musk, intoxicating or endearing, or perhaps a combination of the two. He smiles gravely at the people clamoring to catch a closer view of his face. He climbs the stairs to the apron slowly, though enters the ring without difficulty. Santana, impatient, taps his foot rapidly on the mat. Not one to speed things through, Jack patiently climbs a turnbuckle and raises a fist to the crowd. Santana, though, has reached the end of his tether, and strikes before the bell rings. Jumping into the air, the lithe luchador connects a swift snap drop kick to Conner’s exposed back. The older man grunts, looses his balances, and falls backwards, clashing against the mat hard. Felix, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, grins and waits for his foe to arise, expecting an easy victory over a man nearly triple his age.
Bell rings.
Santana, though not the brightest tool in the shed, knows enough about biology to understand the aging process humans go through. Using this to his advantage, Santana starts to dart in and out of Jack’s reach, hoping to exploit the natural slowness of the old. Conner stands his ground, unmoving. Growling, Santana finally stops taunting to lash out with a lightning-fast snap kick to the gut.
McNally: Oh my God! Did you just see that?!
Edison: I think Santana’s about to learn that the old don’t die easy!
Santana stares up at the taller man, in utter shock. Though undoubtedly past his prime, Conner’s reflexes are apparently in fantastic shape. As effortlessly as swatting a fly, he opens one mammoth paw and latches on to Felix’s ankle, a millisecond before his kick connects. Using Felix’s momentum against him, he pulls back, and the diminutive high-flyer eats a giant clothesline. Jack quickly hooks a leg for the early win—
Edison: Looks like Conner’s trying to end this one early!
McNally: Oh! Kick out at two!
Encouraged by his early success, Jack turns to the cheering crowd and raises both hands in the air, pumping the unruly fans up even further. Santana, not one to be outdone, grabs Conner’s ankles and yanks upwards, tripping the Outlaw. Jack’s face kisses the mat hard, as does his fragile left knee. Sensing weakness, Felix latches on to the left leg of Jack, raises it high into the air, and brings the knee smashing down on the canvas. The audience winces, and a yell of agony erupts from Conner’s throat. Grinning wickedly, Santana repeats the knee breaker, earning another scream of pain from Conner.
McNally: Ouch! That’s gotta hurt.
Edison: Especially when you’re pushing like what, 90?
McNally: Actually, Conner injured his left knee some time ago. That injury will definitely play a part in this match up.
Ecstatic from his discovery, Santana bounces off the ropes and rebounds with a rolling wheel kick, landing sharply on the exposed left knee of Conner. Before Jack can even begin to fathom the pain coursing through his body, Felix jumps high into the air, landing viciously with both feet on Jack’s knee. Felix falls to the floor and makes a half-assed cover over his fallen foe.
1!
2!
3—Kick out!
Edison: Whew, that was close.
Santana argues with the ref briefly before making a more dedicated pin attempt, hooking both legs securely. Still, the result is the same, and Jack’s kick out is even stronger than before, pushing Santana off him mightily. The crowd pops in excitement, appreciating the veteran’s durability. Santana, however, is not so happy, and aims a powerful soccer ball styled kick at Conner’s left knee. A resounding whack fills the air, and the Outlaw clutches his knee, backing off from Felix’s assault. Felix has other ideas, and hauls Jack to his feet before Irish whipping the older man to the ropes. Jack rebounds, and Felix spins around once before lashing out with a cruel spinning back kick to Jack’s knee. The crowd groans, and Santana once again covers for the win.
1!
2!
3—Kick out!
Livid with rage, Santana turns to the ref and shoves him, unable to contain his temper. The ref shouts back angrily, standing firm with his decision. Santana continues to insist he picked up the win, but to no avail. While he argues, he fails to notice Conner slowly get to his feet. By the time Conner’s mighty arms are wrapped around his torso, it’s too late. Jack lifts the squealing Santana high into the sky, raising him up in military press fashion. He roars to the crowd, and they respond heartily. Grinning, the Outlaw brings Santana crashing down upon his knee in a spine-shattering back breaker. Felix’s eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, and the crowd winces, almost sympathizing for Santana’s plight. Almost.
Edison: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS!
Jack wastes no time in hooking a leg for the win, though somehow Santana manages to get a shoulder up at 2.8. Somewhat stunned at his opponent’s surprising durability, Conner nevertheless yanks Santana up by his hair and throws him to the ropes. Santana leaps into the air, hoping to connect a running cross body. His efforts are in vain; Jack catches the flying warrior and proceeds to power slam him to the mat, the resulting crash nearly pops Jack’s own eardrums. He covers...
1!
2!
3—Kick out!
The crowd yells obscenities at the ref, but Outlaw doesn’t mind. If anything, he looks pleased. Rolling his eyes, he once again hauls Santana to his feet and throws him to the ropes. Before Santana can get far, Conner closes in on him and lowers his torso, hoping to catch him with an over the back toss. Fortunately for Santana, his reflexes are just as fast, and the luchador flips over the bent over Outlaw and tries to bring him down in a sunset flip. Before he can loose his balance, Conner quickly grabs the ropes, holding on to them for support. Roaring, the mighty brawler jumps high into the air, using the ropes for added spring, and falls heavily on Santa’s chest with his right knee. The air rushes out of Felix’s lungs, though Outlaw makes no pin attempt. Instead, he raises the seriously winded Santana to his feet, rattles up the crowd with another might fist pump, before executing a lethal Texas Piledriver, dubbed The Outlaw’s Hammer.
McNally: What a piledriver!
Edison: He calls that “The Outlaw’s Hammer,” and boy did he sure nail Santana into the mat!
Conner collapses on top of Santana, and has absolutely no trouble in securing the three count. The ref raises Outlaw’s hand in victory, and the crowd cheers, already chanting, “Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!” Philip has to fight to make his voice heard above the crowd and Harmonica’s theme playing in the background.
Philip: Here is your winner, “Outlaw” Jack Conner!
Jack leaves a motionless Santana in the ring and slowly makes his way off the deck, limping from Santana's assault to his left knee. Acknowledging his new fan support with several waves and nods, Conner has endeared himself to the ACW fans in record time. One can only guess what lies ahead for this gruff superstar of old.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:58:29 GMT -5
Segment: ‘Shadow of a Former Self’ (Credit: KUDA) The camera view expands and reveals Tornado opening the door to his locker room. He turns on the light and sets a chair down directly in the middle of the room, taking a seat backwards, staring directly into the camera.Tornado: KUDA, I know you’re listening. And I hope you know where exactly I am. I’m in the middle of my locker room so whatever little smoke games and light failures you have planned can’t get me from here. I told you before that I’m not scared of you or your pathetic attempts to get me riled up, because let me tell you right now, it aint gonna work. Tornado reshifts the chair more comfortably before speaking again.Tornado: Let me tell you something KUDA, I don’t know what game you’re trying to play with this character but you’re only a shadow of what you used to be. Even I’ll admit that as Kudo you were getting it all. Fame, attention, main events, even enjoying a long title reign as Entertainment champ, but now you’ve fallen into some state of mind that thinks you can actually succeed here as this flawed version of your former self. Now let’s take a look at the last match you had before putting that mask on shall we? Tornado stretches the ET belt over in front of the camera.Tornado: That’s right, it was the very match that you lost to me and where I dethroned you from your pedestal of stardom. And if that match had anything to do with causing you to turn into what you are now, I will take full satisfaction in knowing that the great Kudo’s fall was directly contributed to by yours truly. Even your name is an oxymoron. There’s nothing “great” about you. You haven’t even won a match yet since your return. So wherever you are KUDA, whatever rock you’re hiding under, you had better stay there because if you confront me, I’ll end whatever’s left of your dwindling career. Tornado gets back to a standing position and flips the ET belt over his shoulder before heading to the side and opening up another door to his private bathroom. With the camera view tagging closely behind, the ACW fans are anticipating something to take place, and as Tornado flips up the light switch, there is a shattered mirror on the wall that sends Tornado yelling out and pulling back with surprise. The camera sticks with the image though, and before it fades out, the fans see a message in an unknown assailant’s blood, behind the cracks of the mirror: “Pray…”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 15:59:42 GMT -5
Segment: Out of Sequence? What is This, a Tarantino Movie? (Credit: Yoko / Hunter)
Earlier in the week, before the ACW talent boarded the cruise ship.
Yoko is in the ACW Arena, heading to the lounge to get something to drink. Already in the lounge is Hunter.
Hunter: Oh, it's you. Welcome back. Didn’t get to tell you that yet.
Yoko: Thanks.
Yoko fills up a cup of water and takes a sip.
Yoko: Nice world title reign you had.
Hunter: You think so?
Yoko: It’s just too bad that you lost it right before I came back. I could have taken it from you.
Hunter: Heh. You say that like I’m a pushover.
Yoko: I’m not saying you’re a pushover…Just that in my experience, you don’t seem like a threat. I beat you in your debut and then again later when you got a shot at my title. I’m sure others have a lot of trouble though, since you had a great title reign.
Hunter: ...I don't know if that's meant to offend me or not. Regardless, I've greatly improved since our last match. Hell, I'll prove it to you. What say you to a match on Warfare?
Yoko: Fine by me. But I don't want any of your friends interfering.
Hunter: Well I don’t want your little girlfriend involved either. I want this to be just us. So...how about a cage match?
Yoko: …Remember those old cages that had like the metal bars in a grid?
Hunter: Why do you ask?
Yoko: Can we do one of those? Those were funny.
Hunter: …Sure. My first cage match ever...this should be fun.
Yoko: Oh, it will be. See you Monday!
She turns and leaves with her water.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:00:43 GMT -5
Segment: Talk, Talk (Credit: Latino)
As the scene fades in Charlotte is shown standing dressed in her usual stunning attire. She looks to the left and Latino slowly walks into view. This time compared to last Warfare he is in his wrestler attire. His hands are on his waist as he continues to pace around behind Charlotte. His still healing scar on his arm is clearly visible as Latino starts to mutter to himself in Spanish. She looks behind herself and then back at the camera. A little unsure to interrupt Latino, she taps him on his shoulder and he stops at the feel of her finger.
Charlotte: Uhh…Latino I was wondering if it would be alright this interview?
Latino looks back at her for a brief second almost to repeat the words just spoken in his mind.
Latino: ..Yea, sure. What is it?
Charlotte: Well last Warfare you made some strong comments in the ring. Would you care to expand on those words?
Latino: Qué? Expand on what exactly?
Charlotte: Well for instance you said that you have been looked over during your time here in ACW. What do you mean by that?
Latino: Oh that. Sí, sí I can answer that. You see ACW would not stand without this man you are looking at right here. Go get the history books and look at all of your champions. Look at all your top stars that are practically all over ACW to this day.
Latino stops talking once again as if a lightbulb just sprang.
Latino: In fact chula, why don’t you name some of ACW’s top stars today.
Charlotte: Uhh….Hunter….RDK….BK London……
Latino: Alright that’s fine. That’s quite enough. Hunter. RDK. BK London. Three of ACW’s most talented. Three former World Champions of ACW. Three pure main eventers. Now how do you think they got up there?
Charlotte is about to answer this hypothetical question but Latino continues to talk.
Latino: I got them ready. When the Macho Man, OOOOOH YEAH!, was ready to move up who was the one that got him there? Me. When BK “THE BOY WONDER” London was still just an Upper Midcarder just hoping to move up who made him famous by throwing him off a bridge? Me. Wait, wait what about Hunter. I’m sure you’ll say he was already big before I faced him right. I brought attention to that Cage Saga. I brought Hunter to his limits in that Alcatraz match-up.
Hell I can go further. Skurai. TNT. Torak. Ridley. I make stars day in and day out. I get them ready for the main event before they even know it. God if Ted Dibiase and I ever met we’d have nothing to talk about because we both know how it is to make stars and never reach the top of ladder. But where Dibiase failed….I won’t. I’ve made the best that runs ACW today and I can take them down….just like that!
Latino snaps his fingers as he finishes that last sentence. Charlotte looks at Latino and then takes a few seconds to gain her composure again.
Charlotte: Those are some strong words from you Latino. What about your match for tonight against your former rival Jonny Spade?
Latino: Former Rival? No, no, no this is not the WWE. There is no three month rule in this brain. See I haven’t forgot the history between Jonny and I and tonight I plan to just give him a nice reminder of it. Spade is my first stop on the road to the Fallen Heroes Rumble! I’m spending these next weeks to show everyone….and I mean everyone that I am a contender.
Latino walks out of the camera view before Charlotte can ask another question. She looks back at him as he walks away and then back at the camera surprised by the sudden departure.
Charlotte: As I said before, those were strong words from a very strong willed man.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:02:36 GMT -5
Segment: The High Life
The next scene fades in, and reveals one of the internal corridors of the ship. A door on the left of the camera opens up, and the cameraman moves into the room; what the crowd sees next draws a round of admiring “ooooohs” from the fans.
The room is in fact a very nice little suite, with a sitting area directly in the foreground complete with couch, plasma TV and stereo system. To the right through a glass partition door is a bedroom, sumptuously fitted out, and a further door beyond this hints at an en-suite bath and shower room. In the back of the shot, another glass door is slid back, and a small part of a balcony can be seen, along with a sliver of Azure sky.
Quite without warning, an easily recognizable figure stumbles into shot; Gary almost trips over the rug on the floor, but manages to stay upright.
Gary: Wow… this place is great! I wanna be World Champ!
??: Heh… I can’t say I blame you, I love it here too.
The camera pans, and there is a pop from the crowd as Alicia walks in through the door; she is in her training gear, and looks to have been warming up for her match later tonight.
AK: I’m guessing you want an interview, right?
Gary nods enthusiastically, but is then diverted by the sight of something else in the room. He trundles over to a corner, and his fine-tuned senses identify the refrigerator concealed within a wooden façade.
Gary: Oooh, Gatorade!
AK: You can have one if you like. The minibar’s on the company tab.
There is a “pop” as Gary opens up the can, and greedily quaffs half the contents before recalling that he’s supposed to be doing his job. Alicia attends to some discarded clothing on the couch as Gary talks.
Gary: Uhh…Ok. First question is, what’s it like being ACW World Champion?
AK: It’s an honor, one I’ve taken a good long while to earn… but if I do say so, I picked an excellent time to pull it off. Perks notwithstanding, however, I’m just looking forward to wrestling a wide variety of people, and seeing how long I can hold on to the top prize. I don’t expect it to be easy… but in some ways that’s half the fun.
Gary: Ok, cool… so tonight you’re gonna fight BK for the belt. Do you think you can win that match?
Alicia shakes her head and smiles.
AK: I don’t think it, Gaz, I know it. The leopard never changes its spots, and BK is and always will be BK. I’ve beaten him before, and that was without the very strong motivation of this belt – and there is no way I’m going to let it slip away from me so soon after I won it.
Alicia towels her hair off, and listens for the next question, but hears nothing. As looks up, and sees that Gary has wandered over to the balcony door. He opens it up, steps out… and there is a great wave of noise from the fans as Gary looks down and discovers that the balcony overlooks the bow of the ship, and hence this evening the ring.
Gary: Hellloooooo!!
The crowd pops and waves back at Gary; investigating the noise, Alicia steps out to join him, and the fans just make even more of a racket.
Alicia: Hey, this is pretty neat… I feel like Trajan in the Colosseum. Greetings, Plebians!
Since most of the crowd don’t know what “Plebians” are, they simply cheer again. Gary drinks the rest of his Gatorade.
Gary: One more question-thingy… now that you’re the bestest wrestler in the company, who do you want to fight most in the whole wide world?
AK: Oh, that’s easy. David Arquette.
The crowd laughs, but Gary just looks confused. AK smiles and puts a hand on his shoulder.
AK: I haven’t exactly made a list, but off the top of my head… let’s see, Yoko and I have to see how we’ve both progressed since our last meeting…
A big cheer for that thought.
AK: I’d love to take on Jonny one on one, I think he’s highly underrated. Now he’s back, Gooey would be a blast to wrestle as well, and then there’s the enigmatic KUDA, or whatever he’s calling himself these days, I think I ought to demonstrate to him what a real lightweight champion is like. And let’s not forget the up and comers… VorteX shows a great deal of promise, and as for “the Vision of Greatness” Rattlesnake, he and I have some catching up to do…
The crowd buzzes with anticipation at the ideas put forward. Alicia pushes her hair back with another smile.
AK: Now if you don’t mind, I have a match to prepare for. Mr. London is at the head of the line for an arse-pasting, and I don’t wish to disappoint him.
AK goes back inside, and Gary follows her; the ring crew signals to the floor manager that all is ready for the next match, and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:03:37 GMT -5
Match 2: Sarin vs. Jearus (Credit: Latino)
Time for more action up on deck; Philip turns to keep the sun out of his eyes, and begins to speak.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentleman this next match is a set for one fall! Introducing first from…..somewhere in the Western Hemisphere….let’s just say here and weighing in at 195 lbs and standing at a height of 6 feet 2 inches…..Jearus!
The camera pans over to the upper deck as a slightly tamed missile pyro crashes down and explodes. Jearus then walks into view as the smoke clears against the moonlight. He looks around at the new surroundings for tonight’s show and then immediately runs and head first slides into the ring and quickly pops up. He then jumps up on his feet and points around to all the close by fans as they all give out a slight cheer.
Phillip: And his opponent accompanied by Yoko Satoshi…..weighing in at 117 lbs…from Agra, India…..”Scarlet” Sarin Rossi!
Scarlet receives a huge pop from the crowd as she appears at the upperdeck with Yoko Satoshi by her side. The upbeat music of "Lady" plays in the background as the duo walk side by side down the entranceway. She waves happily to her many fans and admirers, slapping the outstretched hands of the people closest. Sarin cheerfully climbs the steps to the apron and enters the ring via a lady-like bend between the bottom ropes. Scarlet continues to pump up the crowd with a skywards finger point, and several more cheerful waves, even dancing a bit to her entrance music.
* The Bell Rings *
As the bell rings, Yoko starts chanting for Scarlet and the two competitors lock up in the middle of the ring. Sarin whips Jearus into the ropes and then follows quickly behind him with a dropkick to the back of the head. He falls forward and into the middle rope. Sarin rolls backward and then crouches down measuring her next attack. Jearus pushes against the ropes and as he turns around Scarlet launches a hook kick directly into his face. He falls down to one knee holding the side of his head in pain. She then grabs his head and goes for a Sitout Facebuster. Jearus grabs her waist and spins her around. He then lifts her up briefly for a second and then swiftly slams her down with a big spinebuster. He snaps back up and stumbles a couple steps behind himself. He smirks to the crowd and then notices as Yoko gets closer. Jearus quickly gets out of the way as he’s smart enough to know what likely damage could occur from the former World Champion. He then grabs Sarin by the hair and drives his fist into the side of her face. He then pulls her back up and then whips her into the ropes. She bounces off the ropes and Jearus goes for a strong superkick. At the last second, Scarlet ducks the attack and follows through with a Drop Toe Hold. Jearus’ face slams into the mat and Sarin then locks on with fine expertise the Scarlet Spider.
She continues to apply more and more pressure as Jearus yells out in pain. The Referee is in Jearus’ face asking him that one question that everyone can say in their sleep. He shakes his head signaling a firm “NO!” and Scarlet applies more pressure as she’s determined to make him tap. Yoko is out in the outside slamming the ring apron as she encourages Scarlet to induce more pain. The fans are giving out a cheer for Scarlet and it increases in volume with each passing second. Jearus still does not submit and now struggles to break free, but Sarin has the submission move locked on tight. The Referee continues to ask and Jearus this tells yells out a loud “HELL NO!” After a brief few more seconds pass, Scarlet releases the hold and then punches Jearus in the right jaw. Jearus falls over to the side and then grabs onto the ropes as he lifts himself up. He leans against the turnbuckle and Sarin quickly comes from the side with a clothesline. Jearus lifts both feet up and nails Sarin in the face. She grabs her face as it throbs in pain and then stumbles back. Jearus then sits himself up on the top turnbuckle and then leaps off with an axe handle smash. Sarin jumps back a few steps and Jearus lands on his feet. She then spins and attacks with the Rin Spin I. Jearus falls back against the turnbuckle and then Scarlet grabs Jearus by his head. She runs with him to the middle of the ring and then with quickness and ease delivers the Flower of Chaos. Jearus’ body stiffens from the attack and then slumps over onto the mat. She then hooks the leg for the cover and the Referee makes the count. . . . ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!
Phillip: Here is your winner…Sarin Rossi!
The referee raises Sain’s arm as she stands up and “Lady” by Lenny Kravitz starts to play once again. Yoko Satoshi slides inside the ring and grabs Sarin’s free arm, raising it up as well. They both look down at Jearus as he slowly gets up and sees the duo above him. He instantly jumps aside and then rolls under the ropes. He knows it’s not safe to be in the ring with both superstars and quickly walks away as all the fans lean over with their arms stretched. Yoko and Sarin look back in victory as the show cuts to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:04:39 GMT -5
Segment: The Silent Man (Credit: Hunter)
Elsewhere in the world walks a simple man, completely unaffected by the goings-on on the ACW cruise boat. His tread is brisk and light, though his conscience is the complete opposite of this. He looks up and down the road in silence, occasionally throwing some glances over at street signs. His hands are hidden in the pockets of a trench-coat, and inside the left pocket his hand fiddles around with a small business card. His eyes are glazed and irritated from such immense darkness, and this same darkness does not allow him the comfort of sight. He goes by pure instinct, attempting to find that which he has been searching for. His silence is impenetrable, and as are his actions. Soon thereafter, he turns to his left and traverses through a messy and uneven alleyway, picking up his pace and hoping that he is much closer to his final destination. And luckily for him, he is; the neon lights of the sign reading "Revelations" illuminate his trail and reel him closer to the door under this sign. His hand shoots forward and grabs the doorknob, turning and pulling it open, and following this action he throws his weight into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Before him is a long hallway, and at its lit end is a staircase rising to God knows where. He continues on this pathway, bumping his shoulders into the walls around him, unable to walk clearly. He gets to the stairs and launches himself up them, flinging his body against the door at the top and gaining entrance to that which he has found.
?: Welcome to Revelations Private Detectives, how may I help you?
Hunter raises his eyes and looks at the man sitting before him, a young man of roughly thirty years of age. His features are delicate and he sits behind a large brown desk, writing something down on a piece of paper, and then erasing something else moments later. Hunter approaches the desk and reaches into his pocket, throwing the card down onto the desk once he has it in his hand.
Hunter: I need to hire you guys.
The man continues writing and erasing at an almost inhuman speed, never looking up at Hunter.
Man: Do you have an appointment?
Hunter: No. The card says to come in person and didn't give a phone number.
Man: Excellent. Wait here for a moment.
The man rises and goes over to a door on his left, knocking on it and opening it moments later.
Man: There is a Mr. Hunter here to see you.
?: Excellent Azzy, we'll be there shortly.
Azzy nods and closes the door, re-seating himself at his desk and continuing with the writing and erasing.
Hunter: ...how did you know my name?
Azzy: Did you not give it?
Hunter: No.
Azzy: I am rather sure you did. Regardless, what does it matter?
Hunter ponders this question as well, and then looks down at the booklet that Azzy is writing in. Azzy writes down something and then moves his hand up, erasing something else just as quickly, repeating this action countless times.
Hunter: What are you doing?
Azzy: Writing.
Hunter: Writing what?
Azzy: Life.
Hunter: And what are you erasing?
The man stops his work and looks up at Hunter with a chilling glance.
Azzy: Life.
His icy stare does not last, and he returns his eyes to his work and continues. Hunter is simply left to ponder what the man means, and is left to observe the room around him. It is darker than the hallway outside, and its walls are hugged by dark paintings, illustrating random things. And then his eyes catch a specific painting, and he approaches it in wonder.
Hunter: ...is that Lucifer?
Azzy: Yes.
Hunter: I've seen this painting before.
Azzy does not answer him. Instead, he puts down his pencil and approaches the door, opening it up and motioning towards Hunter.
Azzy: They are ready for you now.
Hunter looks at Azzy questioningly, and then he looks back at the all-too-familiar painting. But at this point, he does not wish to question the presence of either. Instead, he silently approaches the door and enters the room housing his fate. The door slams shut behind him and he hears Azzy's fading footsteps, followed by the creaking of a chair. It is now time to present his case and his story to his possible saviors.
And what a story he has to tell.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:07:25 GMT -5
Segment: In My Room (Credit: Yoko)
Fade in on a cramped little room. It is Ginger’s temporary boat office, nowhere near as spacious as his usual one. Yoko Satoshi is sitting in front of his much smaller desk, waiting for Ginger to get off of the phone. He then hangs it up.
Yoko: Well?
Ginger: The money’s all transferred over now, no problems.
Yoko: I didn’t mean that. What about Stanton? Did they get him?
Ginger: Still no trace of him.
Yoko: Could he…Could he still be underground?
Ginger: No, they swept the place. They found a few more exits, too. He must have just escaped.
Yoko: We have to find him!
Ginger: If the police can find him, they’ll find him. He got sloppy and messed up. He’s in trouble this time, he didn’t cover all of his tracks like he used to. I know it’s stressful, but please don’t worry about him.
Yoko: What are you going to do about his little henchmen?
Ginger: I already released them from the ACW payroll. Mr. Ash, Mr. Aoyama, Ms. Aurelia, Fancy Dan, Packrat Red, A-1 Capone. Hubert Cumberdale’s in an institution, and Garrett quit after helping US out.
Yoko: That’s good. Um…about Aurelia.
Ginger: Yeah?
Yoko: …Nevermind, not important.
Ginger: Just stop thinking about him. Especially for now. I mean, we’re on a boat. What’s he going to do, helicopter in? You already did that. He won’t copy it, it isn’t like him. I’m confident he’s gone for now.
Yoko: Right…I guess you’re right. I need to get ready for my match then.
Ginger: Good luck.
Yoko: Don’t need it.
Yoko smirks, and exits the room.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:08:19 GMT -5
Segment: ‘It’s My Job’ (Credit: KUDA)
The scene opens up with the beautiful legs of ACW interviewer Charlotte King pacing back and forth in front of a locker room door. As the camera pans up to reveal her face, it also reveals the nameplate on the door: The Great KUDA. A positive fan reaction can be heard upon the sight and Charlotte King finally stops pacing, taking a few deep breaths before knocking on the door. Surprisingly, it swings open quite a bit, having been unlocked and Charlotte’s fist, obviously tense from going into this interview. As the door squeaks eerily open, Charlotte pushes it further, calling out “KUDA?” as she finally opens it all the way. The lights are off and the room is almost pitch black, but Charlotte, having been to Kudo’s locker room several times before, knew exactly where the light was. She flips it on and is about to call out ‘KUDA’ again but instead lets out a slight shriek before covering her mouth to prevent any other unprofessional conduct. It’s hard to keep inside though.
Charlotte: -muffled-
As the camera follows Charlotte in, KUDA is revealed sitting down on a table, in the middle of taping up what appears to be a bloody arm. The sight of a mutilated arm is hard for anyone to behold, but it especially sends chills down King’s body as trickles of blood are still flowing down from KUDA’s arm. KUDA looks up and almost makes the hairs from Charlotte’s head stand up as the two lock eyes. Charlotte, still not believing that this used to be Kudo Yasuda, a common interviewee.
KUDA: Come closer.
Charlotte, still shocked into a trance, something that doesn’t happen often from all that she’s seen in ACW, slowly inches her way closer onto the seat in front of KUDA. KUDA finishes wrapping his arm and wipes the remaining drops of blood from his arm and licks them off his fingers. Charlotte doesn’t make any sudden movements but is urged down in the seat in front of her by KUDA. He grasps her chin gently and brushes a few strands of hair away from her eyes.
KUDA: Whenever you want to begin Ms. King…
Charlotte is visibly shaken up and everything she has prepared has suddenly found a way out of her memory, leaving her silent in front of the KUDA.
KUDA: Come on Ms. King…I’m not a dangerous man…just like old times…right?
KUDA caresses the side of Charlotte’s face and Charlotte King finally builds up the courage to go on with the first interview question.
Charlotte: K..K…Kud…KUDA, I think everyone wants to know, w-what brought on this sudden change in personality?
KUDA takes his hand away from her face and pulls up a seat in front of her.
KUDA: Sudden…change? Charlotte, you and “everyone who wants to know” have obviously misread me. There is no change in personality, I have always had this inside of me. What you saw me as months ago was one hell of a balancing act with my moods. Just ask my teacher, Senzo Sakai. He seems to love telling me all about it…
Charlotte: N-next question is, why do you wipe the blood of your opponents on that new ARMADA flag you have?
KUDA: R-3 isn’t going to be accomplished without spilling a little blood along the way, Charlotte. A lot more people have to devote their sweat and tears before R-3 advances forth. Even blood. Whether or not they do it willingly or I have to draw it out for them is the only technicality. Charlotte, a month ago I lost everything; the Entertainment Championship, the health of my knee, the Armada, my honor… But the one thing I haven’t lost is R-3, and I will mutilate anyone that tries to take that away from me.
KUDA's voice has now risen to an obviously bothered tone, but he calms down and now begins to push back the few strands of hair that have gotten back over Charlotte’s face. A sudden jolt of anger though is captured by the camera perfectly as KUDA clutches Charlotte’s hair in his fist, making her whimper as he brings her face towards his.
KUDA: Would that be all Ms. King?
The tension in KUDA’s arm from the grasp caused his arm wound to start to bleed out more now, visible through the white medical tape. Charlotte closes her eyes slightly and squirms a bit before asking one last question.
Charlotte: W-were you the one that defamed Tornado’s bathroom? And w-was it your b-blood that was used to write that message on his mirror?
KUDA smiles a bit, creating a disturbing look coupled with the normally imposing mask he usually has on.
KUDA: Would you believe me if I said no?
KUDA loosens his hold on Charlotte’s hair and she quickly takes her cue to get up and leave the room. Before she can get all the way out of the door though, KUDA calls out to her.
KUDA: Shut the light on your way out Ms. King…
Charlotte, still in a state of fear and shock, does so, and leaves the room as she entered it – dark and mysterious.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 6, 2006 16:09:11 GMT -5
Match 3: Open Challenge Dan White vs. Jack of Heartz (Credit: WeDrag)
Back up on deck, the wind is rising slightly, and the fans don any light jackets or other garments that they have with them. Philip is characteristically unruffled as he announces the next match.
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and has no time limit!
The fans are confused as to why the match has no time limit, as ’Protect Ya Neck’ by the Wu Tang Clan hits the makeshift sound system, and the fans look a little confused again, discussing this new member of the roster as he walks out through the makeshift titantron, onto the makeshift ramp, looking rather cocky.
Philip: Coming first to the ring, making his ACW debut today, from Newcastle, England…weighing at 260 lbs, Jack of Heartz!
Jack walks down the ramp, looking rather cocky and gaining cheap heat as he taunts and makes fun of some crowd members. He gets down to the bottom of the ramp, stretching his arms out as the fans give him a lot more stick, as he rolls under the bottom rope. He gets up to his feet, but looks like he’s sweating a little under this tropical sun, and that may prove to be a factor as Philip announces the second competitor.
Philip: And from Cardiff, Wales, weighing at 225 lbs…’The Welsh Dragon’ Dan White!
The 900 fans around the ring begin to jeer Dan as the Welsh National Anthem hits, and Dan walks out with WCW 98 behind him, abusing some members of the fans as they make their way down. Dan climbs into the ring and poses for the fans, as WCW 98 stays on the outside, and gives some words of warning towards Jack. Dan is now ready to fight, and waits in the corner as Philip exits the ring.
Bell rings.
Dan and Jack closely go towards each other, and get into a grapple hold. Jack shoves Dan around the ring a little, and forces him into a side headlock. Dan grabs the arm of Jack though and flips in round into a hammerlock. Jack tries to escape, looking over his shoulder a lot, but Dan holds the move in place. Dan then lets go, and dropkicks Jack in the lower back region. Jack flies forwards and hits off the ropes hard, and Dan hits a spinning heel kick to the back of the head. Dan tries to make a cover, but Jack is too quick for him, sliding across the ring and to the outside. Jack spends a couple of moments recovering, and then re-enters the ring. Dan walks up to Jack and delivers two powerful elbow smashes to the side of the head. Jack turns away to recover, and Dan boots him in the gut. He bounces off the ropes behind Jack, trying to hit a Bulldog but Jack plays possum and dives to the ground before the move is hit. Dan appears confused as Jack quickly gets up and traps him in between the arms. Jack delivers several powerful headbutts to Dan’s head, and by the last one, Dan’s left eyebrow has swollen awfully. Jack smirks as he poses towards the fans, then turns around and knees Dan in the face. Dan falls to the ground, and Jack begins stomping Dan in the stomach. Jack then lifts Dan by the leg, and carries him over to the turnbuckle. He leaves the ring, and swings Dan’s leg full pelt into the turnbuckle, and he screams in pain.
Jack repeats the move, and the fans jeer Jack as he continues his offence. Jack stops after the fourth act of assault, and re-enters the ring. He pulls Dan into the centre and makes the cover: 1……2…Kickout by Dan. Jack gets to his feet slowly, and appears unfazed by the roasting sun as he lifts Dan up. He throws Dan towards the ropes, and lifts him up for an elevated spinebuster. But Dan grabs Jack by the head as he lands, and hits a modified DDT. Dan manages to get to his feet, but the pressure on his leg from before sports a toll as he is forced to use the ropes for assistance. Dan looks at Jack, who is slowly getting to his feet, and has an odd, twisted smile upon his face. He picks Jack up and tries to hit the Shellshock A, lifting him from the Double Arm DDT position into the tombstone position, but Jack manages to roll free. It appears as though it was meant to be into a pinfall, but Jack botched it somehow, and won’t be popular with smarks any time soon. Dan and Jack slowly get to their feet, but Jack gets there first, and takes Dan down with a perfectly executed Harlem Sidekick. Jack takes some more time to recover, and wipes his forehead from sweat. He picks Dan up, and places him in the corner. Jack hits a couple of open hand punches, before unleashing a powerful European Uppercut that nearly breaks Dan’s jaw, as he slumps into the corner. Jack picks him up, and throws him into the opposite corner, and follows that up with a back drop suplex.
Jack gets up, and again wipes his brow. The heat is really taking a toll on him, but he takes a drink from one of the crew members at ringside, and appears to look a little better. Dan is slowly at his feet at this point, and he leaps forward at Jack, hitting him with a Roaring Discuss Elbow. Jack appears groggy, and Dan hits a Snapmere into a Sitting position at the ropes. The fans know what’s going to happen next, as Dan winds up his foot. He bounces off the ropes, about to make contact with Jack, in the 75MPH Kick, when Jack moves out the way at the final moment, and Dan ends up tangled in between the ropes. Jack slowly recovers and gets to his feet. He dropkicks Dan, and Dan slowly falls through the ropes, to the outside. Jack quickly follows, and the referee starts a ring-out count. Jack picks Dan up, and whips him into the steel steps. There’s a loud ‘CRASH!’ as Dan connects with the steel steps, and looks pretty banged up. Jack lifts him up, but Dan fights back, and hits the Spinechiller (Double Arm DDT hold into Neckbreaker). Dan slowly gets to his feet, and enters the ring and exits, to restart the count. He waits for Jack to get to his feet, before leaping off the barricade and taking the Geordie down to the floor. The fans pop for this, as Dan slowly gets to his feet, lifting Jack up at the same time, and rolling him into the ring.
Dan makes a cover, but Jack kicks out at two. Dan smirks to himself as he lifts up Jack, and places him in the corner. There, Dan hits a few more elbow smashes, and Jack is almost cut open. But Dan hesitates a smash, and Jack capitalizes by ducking it and throwing Dan into the corner. He attacks Dan with a flourish of punches and elbows and forearms, and then whips Dan hard into the opposite corner. Dan stumbles back into the centre of the ring, and Jack hits him with an Elevated Spinebuster. Jack flies back to his feet with impact, and grabs Dan by the legs. He tries to lock in the Lion Tamer, but Dan struggles as Jack tries to turn Dan over, and Dan eventually manages to get out of the move. As Jack turns back around, Dan picks himself up using the aid of the ropes. Dan runs back at Jack, but Jack takes him down with a Big Boot. Jack appears to be getting the upper hand in the match, as the fans begin to jeer him loudly. He picks Dan up, and shows his strength by lifting the Welshman up into a Military Press. He then drops Dan to his shoulders, and slams him to the ground. Jack makes the cover, but Dan somehow manages to kick out before three. Jack doesn’t hesitate to lift Dan back up. He open hand punches Dan in the face, and whips him at the ropes. Jack tries to hit a clothesline, but Dan ducks the clothesline and bounces off the ropes again, taking Jack down with a flying headbutt. The fans cheer slightly as the referee begins to start the count.
As the referee makes his count, Dan appears to have cut himself open with that headbutt above the left eyebrow. He places his hand on this area, looking at the blood and swearing to himself. He manages to crawl over to the ropes, and lift himself up. He sees Jack also slowly getting to his feet, and Dan smirks as an idea pops into his head. He leaps off the ropes, and catches Jack with the Inside Out (several swings around the head with the leg, before taking the opponent down in a headscissors takedown variation) and leaps back up. Jack slowly gets to his feet, but walks straight into the Stunt Bomb. Dan hits it with full power, and there’s a pop from the small crowd, as Dan hooks the leg:
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Thr-kickout by Jack!
The fans don’t really know what to think. Some are cheering, whilst some are booing, and others are left in total shock. Dan, for one, is pretty shocked, as he lifts Jack up to his feet. He tries throwing Jack towards the ropes, but Jack reverses it. Jack then boots Dan in the gut, and hits a double underhook Backbreaker. Jack then lifts Dan up, and lifts Dan carefully onto an outstretched knee. He then crosses Dan’s legs, and locks in the Geordie Backbreaker (otherwise known as the Schweingatame). Jack applies pressure on the hold, as Dan screams out in pain. The emotion is showing on Jack’s face, as is fatigue, as sweat drips profusely from his face. The move remains locked in, and Dan has no chance of getting out the hold. Until he manages to release a hand, and starts punching Jack in the face. Jack resists the first and second punch, but the third is too much and he releases the hold. Jack and Dan both spend a couple of moments recovering, before the two get to their feet at simultaneous moments. Jack attempts another Harlem Sidekick, but Dan catches the move and hits a Dragon Screw. He then slowly moves himself over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb it, with the crowd cheering him on. He gets to the top, and leaps off, hitting the Welsh Dragon, Flying Colours Corkscrew Moonsault. He lands the move well, but is unable to make a cover as he hurts himself. Instead he rolls to the ropes, and picks himself back to his feet.
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