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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:32:56 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 20th April 2006
ACW Caribbean Tour Coliseo de Boxeo Santiago, Dominican Republic
Schedule of Matches:
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Outlaw Jack vs. Vortex
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Jonny Omega vs. The Rabid Jackalope
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Santiago Rivera vs. Rattlesnake
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Hitman vs. Holocaust
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Latino vs. Vladimir Rasputin
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Code Red vs. Flower Power
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BK London vs Dan White
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RDK vs. Senator
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:33:52 GMT -5
Meltdown opens up with a huge red, white, and blue pyro show for the residents of the Dominican Republic. As the camera pans through the Dominican fans there is nothing but pure pandemonium going throughout the arena. As soon as the pyro show finishes and the smoke clears we get a better shot as the Dominican themed entrance way and the cheering of the fans could blow the roof off…..if there was a roof. Now on with the show….
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:34:14 GMT -5
Segment: Taking back what’s mine (Part 1) (Credit: WeDrag)
Despite the beautiful setting on the outside, our camera fades into a dreary office. The ACW Chairman Gingerdude is sitting at his desk, concentrating on some paperwork. There is an awkward ray of light that beams in between the whit blinds, which reflect the light into Gingerdude’s way. Gingerdude groans, as he stands up. There could be some laughter as we notice that Gingerdude is carefully dressed in a white shirt, red tie and black jacket, but in fact he is wearing what looks to be some swimming shorts. As he fixes the blind, he hears a voice that could pierce bullet proof armour. He groans, turning around to see Gary, with bright eyes. But he’s wearing clothes that appear to have been through a garbage disposal, and the smell is clearly bad, as Ginger whiffs the air away from his nose.
Ginger: Gary, what do you want? And why do you smell so bad?
Gary looks at himself, looking a little bemused.
Gary: I um…fell in a dumpster…
Ginger: Gary…how did you fall in a dumpster?
Gary: Well, it’s a long story. You see I was looking for a doughnut shop…
Ginger rolls his eyes.
Gary: …and I found one, and bought a doughnut. But then as I was walking, a seagull came down, swooped out of NOWHERE! And took my microphone. So I-
Ginger: Hang on, Gary. Why were you carrying your microphone around with you?
Gary: Because I’m a number one interviewer! I carry it around like my heart! But anyways, so it got stolen. I tried to get it back, but the bird flew higher! And then I chased it and chased it and chased it, all the way through town. And then some guy with a gun shot the seagull, and it fell in a dumpster. And I went to fish it out, but some other guys threw some stuff in the bin, and that’s why I’m messy. But I’m here now, and I want to get some interviews!
Ginger: Look, Gary…get yourself cleaned up, take a shower, and then I have a special job for you…
Ginger wraps his arm around Gary’s shoulder rather hastily, as he reluctantly touches Gary’s clothing. The two walk out of the room, with no hope what’s to happen as the camera fades into an eternal darkness…or just plain darkness.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:35:06 GMT -5
Segment: A Babbling Brook. (Credit: The Rabid Jackalope)
A video package now takes over the usual camera feed of ACW programming. The video shows an alcove of a forest, where raccoons and squirrels move around merrily in their usual daytime rituals. A babbling brook off to the left is the watering hole for a baby fawn and its mother. In fact, it seems to be quite a menagerie of wild animals roaming about. However, after five minutes what appears to be nothing but an up close and personal view of wildlife, a shadowy figure emerges from the back of the woods, snapping branches and stumbling. Such dissonance causes the wildlife to scurry for their lives. The once busy sight of nature is now host to a deranged freak, stumbling in the woods. The video cuts to a different camera angle, as the humanoid creature stumbles on all fours as it clears the brush. It looks around, and crawls over to the babbling brook. Upon closer inspection, this humanoid is definitely wearing a false skin. It’s “fur” is nothing more than various rabbit pelts stitched together, and a mask that looks to be a luchadore-style mask designed to look like a rabbit. Oddly enough, the mask also has horns protruding from the sides of the mask. As the figure tries to drink from the brook, it realizes it doesn’t naturally drink straight from the water source, as a few failed attempts lead to obvious frustration. The figure starts to cup water in its hands, and finally its thirst can be quenched. A voice-over comes over the video.
Voice-Over: A creature rejected by nature.
The video cuts to the figure heading out of the woods, and into a suburban area somewhere. The location isn’t as important as the action, as cars are pulling over on the side of the road, as pedestrians point and stare at the aberration. It pauses, as a young boy strolls across the field that divides the forest from the road. In spite of the cry of the mother, the child walks up to the intrigued rabbit-like figure. The figure, still frozen in what appears to be fear or confusion, allows the child to pet his patchwork suit of rabbit pelts.
Voice-Over: A creature rejected by society.
The petting continues, until the figure makes an odd screeching noise. All of a sudden, the child’s expression, which was that of joy, disintegrates into a morbid fear. The child flees in panic. Scared by such a reaction, the figure also mimics the boy’s dash to safety, but only in the other direction. People are shown shouting threats at the entity, as it bolts back into the security of the forest.
Voice-Over: A creature with nothing to lose.
The video cuts a shot of the figure stumbling into an open back door at an ACW event, as evidenced by the set of trailers emblazoned with the logo of Alpha Championship Wrestling. It looks around, and crawl/walks down the dimly-lit halls of the backstage area. It continues crawling/walking until it reaches the office of Chairman Ginger.
Voice-Over: A creature with an opportunity.
The creature runs around Ginger’s office. Much to the confusion of the Chairman, the figure exhibits to be in good physical shape. Impressed by the random stranger’s exhibit of physical prowess, Ginger pulls out a contract from his desk. Chuckling to himself, he offers the figure a developmental contract. Confused, the figure stares at Ginger in a matter much akin to a deer in the path of an oncoming vehicle. Ginger demonstrates a motion on a scrap piece of paper that demonstrates a signature. He then offers the pen to the figure, which backs away as if being attacked. Ginger laughs, and makes a comforting gesture to show he means no harm. Eventually, the figure grasps the pen, and almost as if it knew what it was doing all along, it signs the contract with perfect penmanship. The signature reads “The Rabid Jackalope.”
Voice-Over: A creature with an opportunity to prove Darwinism is a load of crap.
The video cuts to a face-on shot of the figure, in a darkened room. One could swear it looks quite deranged in this lighting, as the shadows cast uncertainty across the rabbit-like mask.
Voice-Over: A creature debuting tonight.
The creature’s eyes are the only thing to protrude through the mask, as in its dead-on gaze with the camera, winks.
Voice-Over: Introducing the Rabid Jackalope.
As if on cue, the figure, the Rabid Jackalope raises its hand to its mouth and makes the same loud, shrill screech it made earlier.
Voice-Over: The ACW will never be the same.
The video feed fades away, with the Rabid Jackalope staring straight at the camera.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:38:42 GMT -5
Segment: Highway to Hell (Credit: Hunter)
He stands silently before the airport and looks around without once moving his eyes. To Hunter, the best form of observation is simply by using the senses that one possesses from the beginning of their lives. He has been in New York City more than once, and yet today is somehow different. The mass of shouting individuals around him seem angrier and more violent that before, but this does not affect him as much as it should. He is just as, if not more, dangerous as they are. He finally takes it upon himself to move his eyes, and simultaneously he moves his head up to look at the sign that reads “airport”. He looks at his watch and sees that the minute hand is a few centimeters away from the twelve; he is early. But he can still hope that his apparent saviors will arrive as fast as possible. He looks down at the single black suitcase he brought with him and slightly kicks it, as if to make sure it is safe. He sighs and looks at his watch once more, and the minute hand, he observes, has barely moved. He hears a loud honk before him and quickly looks up with his eyes alight…but he brings them back to darkness once he sees that the car before him is a taxi.
Taxi Driver: Hey amigo, you wanna go somewhere?
Hunter: Uh…no thanks, I’m waiting for someone.
Taxi Driver: All right then.
The taxi speeds off somewhere, and silently Hunter ponders to himself if maybe it would have been better if he had taken the taxi. But alas, it is too late to turn back now. He looks at his watch once more and sees that the minute hand is less than one centimeter away from the twelve. Hunter looks around and starts tapping his foot, an act he is used to given the neurosis he possesses. And then he starts to ponder to himself…what are the odds that he actually succeeds? It could just be the neurosis…but he suddenly has a bad feeling about what will happen today.
But he’s too late.
Cross: Coming, Mr. Hunter?
Hunter’s eyes shoot up and he sees the powerful form of Damien Cross standing before him, his left arm resting on the right side door of a large black van. Hunter looks inside the van and sees Truman at the wheel, with Waters and Grimm sitting silently behind the two of them.
Hunter: Wow…right on the spot.
Cross: We promised we would be here at seven, and we do not break our promises.
Hunter: So have you found her?
Cross: Yes.
Hunter’s eyes light up hopefully and a hint of a smile cross his lips.
Cross: However, I must warn you: you may not like what we have found. You can still turn back---
Hunter: No!
Cross is slightly taken aback by Hunter’s disapproval, as he did not expect it to be so violent.
Hunter: I’m here now…and I will not turn back. I must find her.
Cross: All right…but you have been warned.
Hunter nods as Cross takes a few steps back and opens the third door on the right side of the van and holds it open. Hunter grabs the suitcase to his right, runs up to the door, and throws the suitcase inside. And in a split second, his eyes randomly fall upon Cross’ jacket, and specifically upon its buttons. Now the crossbows are loaded and ready to fire their arrows.
Hunter: …why do your buttons always change?
Cross looks down at his jacket and smirks.
Cross: The world changes, Mr. Hunter…and I change with it.
Hunter nods and climbs into the back of the van, jumping a little bit when Cross forcefully slams the door shut behind him. Hunter makes himself comfortable, for he has the entire back row all to himself. Cross gets back into the van and closes the door.
Cross: Drive.
Truman nods and starts the engine, and then pushes down on the gas and gets the van moving. There is a short silence as the five men look at their surroundings, each one of them approaching the site differently. Truman smirks at the mass of human carnage before him, Cross tells himself that what he sees is good, Waters sees them as an opportunity, and Grimm sees the people on the streets and stares at them coldly, resurrecting his misanthropy at any given opportunity. Hunter, however…he sees what none of them can see: he sees hope and a future. Unfortunately, his vision is the incorrect one, and he is left with that thought before Cross begins to speak once more.
Cross: We have warned you as best as we can, Mr. Hunter. And now we can tell you the---
Grimm: No.
Cross raises an eyebrow and looks at his friend very closely.
Cross: What do you mean?
Grimm: Such a situation is near impossible to simply…explain. He must see it for himself.
Hunter: I have a good imagination, you can tell---
Grimm: No.
His retort is much colder than the first one.
Cross: I suppose you are right. I cannot think of a single good way to explain this. I am sorry, Mr. Hunter…but you must wait.
Hunter: Damn it, why can’t I get a straight answer out of you people!?
Truman: Trust us, the less you know, the better. But it was you who wanted to come along; we could have taken care of this ourselves.
Hunter wishes to argue, but at the same time he cannot help but shake the feeling that somehow Truman is right.
Hunter: Well…how long is the drive?
Cross: It depends.
Hunter: On what?
Cross: Truman.
The driver smirks and slowly looks back at Hunter, his red eyes once again sending shivers down Hunter’s spine.
Truman: I will drive as fast as I can.
Hunter: …well how fast is that?
Waters: Fast enough. Stop asking questions.
Hunter: Well damn it, I have a right to know!
Grimm: The drive should take twenty minutes.
Hunter: Where are we going?
Cross: An area called Tenderloin.
Somewhere Hunter has heard that name…but he cannot figure it out just yet. He sits back and slightly relaxes, content with the answers he has received.
Grimm: Now if you do not mind, Mr. Hunter, we could all use a good twenty-minute silence.
Hunter slightly nods and then turns his attention back to the outside world. He raises an eyebrow as he notices a strange change: the outside world seems much darker than it did a few minutes ago. And as the car continues moving, the world continues getting darker…and darker…and darker. He cannot believe what he sees, but his eyes never lie to him. If he continues along this path for another twenty minutes, then he will surely find himself in a world of pure darkness…
…and of pure evil.
End
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:39:21 GMT -5
Segment: Taking back what’s mine (Part 2) (Credit: WeDrag)
Picture the scene. A bright, sunny day in the Tropical bliss that is the Dominican Republic. Gary is standing, wearing a pair of silver rimmed Oakleys sunglasses, and a blue shirt, with some beige shorts. He’s holding a microphone, as he stands outside of the arena. There are hundreds of Dominican Republicans, locked outside from the stadium, watching on in the streets on the big screen TVs. Gary is walking passed people, trying to get an interview, which was clearly the intentions of Gingerdude: to get Gary as far away from the arena as possible.
Gary: …um…excuse me…Can I get a word?
Nobody seems to take any notice of him, and those that do just utter random Spanish words, and Gary, who struggles to understand the English language, doesn’t have a clue. Gary then appears to talk into a small black object attached to his shirt.
Gary: Nobody wants to talk to me!
Now before you say Gary is going off on another random phase, he is actually talking to Gingerdude through radio and microphone. The voice is crackly, but you can make out Gingerdude’s words.
Gingerdude: Gary…leave it.
Gary: NO! I want to do ACW proud!
He looks around, panicking, and suddenly sees a notice. He walks over to the notice, which is hand drawn, and appears to have some writing on it.
Gary: El…Chupicabra…that must be Caribbean for friends!
Gingerdude: Gary I-
Gary: Taxi!
A taxi pulls up almost immediately, and Gary enters the back, and the taxi speeds off into the distance.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:40:45 GMT -5
Segment: Art of the Kitsune - Part I (Credit: BK)
As we fade from black into the scene the camera gets a good shot of the luminous sun shining over us and slowly it pans down to what appears to be an asian like home. As the camera stops and focuses on the shot, the words " Okinawa, Japan - Tuesday April 18th 2006" appear on the bottom left hand corner of the screen. Suddenly two unidentified men are seen walking into the camera shot towards the front of the house. As the camera moves closer, we now see that these two unidentified men are none other than BK London and Ginger. Now, chances are your thinking that they are going to take a visit to Yoko's humble abode. Nuh-uh. Not this time. They are here on some important business.
BK: You sure we have to go here? I'm pretty sure I can kick her ass on my own.
Ginger: No, no, no. I've already payed for the helicopter ride her from the SS Minow Johnson, we are going to do this. If you want the sure fire way to beat Ms. Kitsune, you have to know here up and down and I think this is the right place.
BK: What is this place anyway?
Ginger: I saw it on an internet ad Mr. Fiji's "Art of the Kitsune". He's supposed to teach you everything you need to know about the Kitsune folklore or something like that.
BK: You sure about this? You sure I shouldn't be home training or something?
Ginger: Bah. You've trained enough. You can defeat her physically but can you get into her mind mentally?
BK: I'm sure I am doing that with the plan I'm formulating at home.
Ginger: BK, Do you want to become ACW Champion again?
BK:*sigh* Yes Ginger.
Ginger: Then you are going to walk in this place with me, and try to learn everything you can about a Kitsune.
BK: Fine. This better be good.
The two now begin to walk up the steps and they stop in front of what appears to be a door, but it doesn't open the same way that BK is usually accustomed to.
BK: What the hell? There isn't any door bell and I can't open this? How am I supposed to get in?
Ginger: I'm stumped.
BK: Maybe we just walk through it or something.
Ginger: It's worth a try.
And with those statements, a huge foot tears through whatever material the door is made out of and now an arm comes bursting through. What appears to be BK's arm just rips through the door, making a hole big enough for himself to step through. He proceeds to walk through the huge gaping hole in the front of the house and now Ginger steps through it also. They look around and see no one for a moment.
Ginger: Anybody here? Hello.
??: I'm coming, I'm coming. Keep your pants on.
A small bald asian man with aged features comes around the bend and turns to see Ginger and BK standing in front of what used to be his door. He drops the two chopsticks in his hand along with his jaw.
Fiji: What did you do to my door?!
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:41:56 GMT -5
Match 1: VorteX vs “Outlaw” Jack Conner (Credit: AK)
In the arena, Philip is already in position to announce the forthcoming contest, and speaks with relish.
Philip: This match is a singles match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from near Death Valley, CA…. VorteX!
”Faint” plays as VorteX emerges, accompanied by a few pyro effects. His usual lighting display can’t be replicated in the tour arena, but his entrance is still highly atmospheric. He sets up his ladder in the ring and sits on it to await his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Midland, Texas… “Outlaw” Jack Conner!
There’s a good sized cheer for Conner as he enters the arena; the fans have become a little more educated as to his history, and as such he gets more respect from them as he walks to the ring, pausing to greet a few crowd members as he goes. He steps through the ropes and regards VorteX thoughtfully; VorteX takes his ladder to the outside and then returns, facing his opponent. The pair watch one another for a few seconds before the referee calls for their attention, and the bell.
Bell Rings.
This is certainly a match of contrasts, with a young rising star taking on an opponent with a breadth and depth of experience that few in ACW can come close to matching. It’s apparent from the start that VorteX’s main strength will be his turn of speed, and he lightly avoids a couple of tentative swings from Conner, slipping in a kick or two to the gut before backing off. Conner’s dealt with this sort of thing before, of course, and when VorteX runs to the ropes to build speed for a running attack, Conner counters it neatly into an armdrag, and twists on his opponent’s lower arm until VorteX breaks away. VorteX stays up on his toes, but has to duck quickly as Conner tries for a clothesline from behind; Conner overshoots, and VorteX clips out Conner’s right knee, sending him to the mat. Fortunately for him, this isn’t the knee of Conner’s which has an inherent weakness from injury, but the trip still creates a chance for VorteX to show off a little of his aerial style and deliver a springboard moonsault on to his opponent. VorteX makes the cover, and gets a 2 count for his efforts, but Conner’s kick is full of determination, and the veteran finds a fresh store of energy, battering his younger and lighter opponent with a stream of forearms and topping it off with a ring-shaking powerslam in the old school style. He pins and gets 2 from the referee; VorteX rolls himself out and back to his feet, and the two men regard one another intensely, as if trying to get inside one another’s head. After a moment or two they rush at one another; VorteX is easily faster, but Conner is stronger and he fakes out a clothesline, switching to a spinebuster at the last second to fool his opponent. Conner pins again and gets an identical 2 count; the fans like both of these superstars, and shouts are heard in support of them from all around the ring.
VorteX keeps a spring in his step; the match has now been going on for about seven minutes at a fair pace, and Conner wants to slow things down a little. This of course is something that VorteX doesn’t intend to allow, and rather than attack he simply keeps moving away from Conner, having learned a little better how to read the mature wrestler’s movements and anticipate him. Conner is led on something of a wild goose chase, and when VorteX senses that he is just starting to tire, he abruptly turns and brings him to earth with a flying headscissors takedown. Conner lands awkwardly and takes a second or two longer than normal to get up, by which time VorteX has reached the turnbuckle; judging that he does not have enough space for the full Blackout dropkick, VorteX instead opts for a simpler missile dropkick and connects with the chest of his foe. Conner pitches over backward, and is subsequently pinned by VorteX to a chorus of yells from the crowd, 1…2…- Conner rallies and kicks out, and the veteran digs deep to surprise VorteX with a turn of speed of his own, using a rushing elbow and then locking a bearhug on to his smaller opponent. There’s still a great deal of strength in Conner’s arms, and VorteX gasps for breath; he struggles, but Conner is able to keep hold of him for a good 40 seconds or so, so that when he does finally release him VorteX staggers and has trouble standing up straight. Knowing his opponent’s powers of recovery are most likely excellent, Conner makes his move; he uses a neckbreaker to down his foe, and then thrills the crowd with a flying kneedrop, taking the majority of the impact on his right knee. This added to the effects of the bearhug leaves VorteX struggling to right himself, and though Conner is also breathing hard from exertion, he is able to lift his lightweight foe and deliver the Outlaw’s Spike (Stalling Brainbuster) with aplomb. The cumulative effect is too great for VorteX to recover from, and Conner pins for the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner… “Outlaw” Jack Conner!
Conner stands, and raises his arms to the crowd looking pleased with his victory. His limbs, meanwhile, are aching and telling him that he’s just been in a serious competitive contest, and he offers a hand to VorteX, helping him back to his feet. VorteX is subdued by the loss, but he’s learned some highly valuable lessons, and the crowd has no hesitation in showing its appreciation as he walks away up the ramp. Conner takes a little longer to enjoy the moment, then follows in his opponent’s footsteps as the show cuts to a break.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:43:44 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #6 (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
October 3rd, 2005
The Satoshi household, Okinawa, Japan
It's a normal bleary Monday at the Satoshi household. Yuki, clad in her sailor school girl outfit, mopes around the house. The weather outside seems to mirror her mood: it's foggy, dull, and somewhat depressing.
Yuki: Argh! Nothing to do, AGAIN.
Voice: I'm sure there's something we could do.
Yuki's head whips around. Sarin stands close by, leaning idly against the wall in a light pink kimono, patterned with cherry blossoms. Yuki gapes at Sarin's attire, thoroughly stunned.
Yuki: Where did you get that?
Sarin: Oh this? It was a present from your sister. Where is she, by the way?
Yuki: She didn't tell you? It’s Monday. She’s in college.
Sarin: Ah, right. Actually, now I remember. Funny how you can forget small details like that...So, why aren't you in school too?
Yuki stares at the ground, mumbling something under her breath. She digs into the carpet with a bright white shoe.
Sarin: Sorry, didn't catch that.
Yuki: I got sent home early today.
Yuki, expecting a reprimand, winces in advance. Sarin's eyes, however, are full of concern.
Sarin: Oh, what happened? Was it bad?
Yuki sniffles and collapses on the sofa. Sarin quickly sits down next to her, and tenderly wraps an arm around her lover's younger sister.
Sarin: Please, Yuki, I'm not mad at you. Tell me what happened?
Yuki sobs openly now, though Sarin makes no objection to the tears soaking her kimono. She holds Yuki close and rubs her back soothingly.
Yuki: T-today at school, a b-boy started calling Yoko n-names, I d-don't remember what they were b-but they were mean… I g-got so angry and the n-next thing I knew--
Sarin: Uh-oh...
Yuki: I hit him with the F-flying Guillotine!
Sarin bites her lip to keep from giggling.
Sarin: I suppose that didn't go down very well with your teacher?
Yuki: No. I think I broke his nose, too.
Sarin gets off the coach and kneels down in front of Yuki, looking her straight in the eye.
Sarin: Yuki, I can't deny that I'm greatly impressed with your ability to dish out some hurt.
Yuki looks up, her tears quickly evaporating.
Yuki: You are?
Sarin: Yes. Did Yoko teach you that?
Yuki: N-no...I don't remember learning it...I watched Yoko on ACW every Monday and Thursday. I guess I did it on instinct...it just felt so right and I knew exactly what I was doing...Does that make sense?
Sarin: I understand. You have great potential, Yuki. Who knows? One day you might face Yoko yourself in the ring.
Yuki's eyes grow wide in astonishment.
Yuki: Really?! Wicked!
Sarin: However, there are few things we must address here. Number one--
Yuki: I shouldn't use violence to solve my problems, I know.
Sarin: That's not exactly what I was going to say, but, er, good guess. Violence, in certain situations, is perfectly acceptable to solve your problems. No, I'm not condoning the senseless beatings of your classmates, but there is a time and a place for everything, including the Flying Guillotine. Understand?
Yuki: Yes, I think so.
Sarin: Secondly, did this boy in class...did he call Yoko a "dyke?"
Yuki: Uh, yeah, I think he did. Yeah, that was it! He kept calling her the Dyke of Carnage.
Sarin, bemused, sadly shakes her head. She continues, more to herself than to Yuki.
Sarin: I thought homosexuality wouldn't be a running joke in Japan...apparently I thought wrong. Yuki, when someone uses that word, that person is trash. There is nothing more disgusting than using that word. It showcases that person's ignorance and bigotry. You're better than those people, and they're not worth executing professional-wrestling attacks on.
Yuki giggles, pleased.
Sarin: Now, did you tell your teacher what the boy said to you?
Yuki: No...should I have told her?
Sarin: Of course! But don't worry. Yoko and I will go down to your school the minute she gets back from college...we'll settle things and make sure you don't wind up with a week's worth of detentions.
Yuki: You'd do that for me?
Sarin: No problem. But, in the mean time...why don't we go out for some mochi ice cream? My treat.
Yuki: Yay! Mochi!
Five minutes later, the pair are dressed and ready for a fun day.
Sarin: And Yuki...I'm sorry about the room situation. I meant it when I said I'll sleep somewhere else--
Yuki: Don't. I realized it's unfair and selfish of me to separate you two. Besides, I don't like that room anymore anyway. Yoko snores.
Sarin: She says you snore too, you know.
Yuki growls and tries to kick Sarin, but she dodges in the nick of time.
Sarin: Race you to the store!
Yuki: Come back here you! I'll YKO you!
They rush out of the house, to have who knows what kind of adventure. But the goal is clear; ice cream.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:45:36 GMT -5
Segment: "Feeling Really Great" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake stands next to Charlotte King, prepared to get interviewed by her.
Charlotte: I'm standing here with Rattlesnake, the man who calls himself the "Vision of Greatness" and thus far has proven to live up to that name. Just last week we saw Rattlesnake eliminate both the International Champion Santiago Rivera and Senator Steve Phillips.
Rattlesnake: Cakewalk.
Charlotte: So Rattlesnake, just how did it feel to go into that Over the Top Rope Elimination Match as the underdog and emerge as the winner?
Rattlesnake thinks for just a moment before he explodes with his answer.
Rattlesnake: IT WAS GRRRRRRRREAT!
Rattlesnake laughs.
Rattlesnake: Seriously though. It's a great feeling. I mean, Santiago and Phillips both put up a valiant effort. Any one of us could have won the match. I offer them both some respect and hope the feeling is mutual.
Charlotte: Wow, has winning that match changed your entire frame of mind?
Rattlesnake busts out laughing.
Rattlesnake: Yeah right. Like I would really respect those guys. Senator Steve Phillips said that I have talent and an even larger ego. He said that I will go somewhere here, but to do that, I'd have to go through him.
Charlotte: He did say that.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, he did. I just find it a little ironic that he would say that though. Not ironic in the sense that it would, to him, seem like a highly difficult task though. It's ironic that I did exactly that. I did the one thing he said I'd have to do.
Charlotte: That's true.
Rattlesnake: Hold up there sweetcakes, I'm not finished with this thought.
Rattlesnake takes a deep breath.
Rattlesnake: The one thing I've done thus far is prove to everyone that I'm not your average rookie. I've been around the ring many times. I've had my ass kicked. I've kicked ass. I've bled and sweat my share and made others bleed. I've paid my dues and I've really paid severely. If being able to go somewhere here means I have to beat someone that not long ago was fighting for the ACW Heavyweight Championship, then I'm going to do what I feel I have to do.
Rattlesnake smirks.
Rattlesnake: Now you may continue.
Charlotte: Ok, you were able to overcome being the huge underdog last week, but what about this week? You have a non-title match with the International Champion, Santiago Rivera. Rumor has it he's not the happiest of people since you and Phillips eliminated him in the match.
Rattlesnake: You know, I really couldn't give a crap about how miffed Santiago is. The truth is he's the one that made the mistake. He's the one that blew his chance in winning. If he's going to be pissed off at someone, it should be himself. I mean, when I make a bonehead move, I blame the right person. But enough about me. It seems the two of us haven't seen eye to eye. The two of us ended up getting in each other's faces at Genocide. I told him to keep the International Championship because I'd be the one to take it from him, not that whackjob RDK, not the Senatorial Stable's intern McCrap or whatever her name is. Those people, while popular here, just aren't great enough to liberate the International Championship.
Charlotte: And you are?
Rattlesnake: Damn woman, I don't know what you've been smoking, but you need to lay off it, it's killing those brain cells. Anyways, of course I am. I'm the Vision of Greatness...in other words, I'm freakin great. But see, when I beat Santiago again, I should be able to qualify myself for a shot at the International Championship. Now that would be great for me, but not Santiago. Don't get me wrong...he's good. But when compared to me, he's living a life of mediocrity.
Charlotte: What makes you say that?
Rattlesnake: It's like this Charlotte. The fool had it made. He was amongst a popular group of guys. They just weren't as popular as me, but I won't fault them there. Anyways, after he and I talked at Genocide, he wasn't the same. Not long after that, he left the Senatorial Stable and now, he's in some Corporate Alliance. No offense, but he seems to go places faster than bottom-dollar hooker.
Charlotte laughs for a moment.
Rattlesnake: That wasn't funny.
Charlotte stops laughing as Rattlesnake starts laughing.
Charlotte: Well, what about tonight?
Rattlesnake: If I were to say cakewalk, I'd jinx myself. If I were to say little chance in hell of winning, I'd jinx myself. So I'll say this.
Rattlesnake clears his throat.
Rattlesnake: I, Rattlesnake, in front of my many Snakelings, do hereby state that I will beat the crap out of Santiago. I will show Santiago that he cannot "take the Snake" and I will, in turn, line myself up for a shot at the International Championship. So, in essence, he's had strike one through last Thursday. When I beat him tonight, that will be strike two. When I beat him for the International Championship...that'll be strike three and he'll be out. He'll be secluded to a newer form of mediocrity, but that's ok. At least he won't completely suck. Now, with that said, you've finished. Run along.
Charlotte walks away disappointed as Rattlesnake turns the other way and walks off.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:46:38 GMT -5
Segment: Taking back what’s mine (Part 3) (Credit: WeDrag)
A taxi pulls up on the outskirts of town. Gary slowly exits the taxi, still holding the piece of paper in front of his face. He blindingly gives the taxi driver a $100 dollar bill.
Driver: Oh, Mucho Gracias!
Gary pays no notice, holding the poster not 3 inches from his face. The camera only catches Gary, purposely not allowing the audience to get a look at the surrounding. Gary continues walking, as he scans the poster numerous times. However he appears to walk into something, and Gary lowers the poster to see himself in the middle of a jungle.
Gary: Hey…where did the road go?
He looks around, as several odd sounds can be heard from inside the bushes. Gary’s radio cackles again, but Ginger’s voice is almost unhearable. Gary is stuck, not knowing where he is. But there’s rustling in the bushes that comes from behind Gary. He swiftly turns around.
Gary: Who was that?
There’s silence, but another rustle from behind Gary happens again. Gary’s clearly scared now, as he slowly edges backwards.
Gary: Please! I’m getting scared!
Gary turns around as he hears another rustle in the bushes, as something jumps out…
Fade out.
Segment: Taking back what’s mine (Part 4) (Credit: WeDrag)
The camera is facing upwards at the now dull sky. It’s a murky colour, not quite navy blue, and not quite grey as the rain pours from the sky. Suddenly a foot can be seen walking passed the camera. The foot is bear, and tattered at the bottom of the trousers. The ‘thing’ walks by, and then disappears from off the camera. Some grunting can be heard, as the thing appears to grab Gary by the collar, and drag him past the camera. Gary is clearly knocked out, and has a small cut on his forehead. The mysterious creature then begins to strip Gary of his clothing as we see from the distance. The thing puts the clothes on, as the camera naturally zooms in, but suddenly blurs. From what we notice, the man comes back to the camera, pulling it upright, and appears to be holding the microphone.
?: Um, is this thing on?
We know this voice all too well, as the man readjusts the camera to see a very messed up Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Ah yes, we’re here, and we’re live in the middle of a Dominican Republic National Park. Now I guess I have some explaining to do, so here I go. Basically when Gary took over as the co-interviewer with Charlotte, it left me with no job. However I still was able to travel around with ACW temporarily. But one day, the cruise ship left me behind in Jamaica. Now for some reason, Jamaican officials ordered me off the island, and I ended up here, in the Dominican Republic. It’s a really nice, peaceful place here, until I was pointed in the head by a gun by guerrilla fighters. What they were doing I do not know. Fortunately, I managed to bribe them with what little cash I had left, and I was left to roam the streets of this god forsaken country alone. So then I remembered that ACW were travelling here in a week’s time, so I was able to get near the arena. However I left some clues with what little objects I had. I used berry juice to make a ‘chupicabra’ poster, which I knew would lead Gary here. And the rustling of the bushes? Well, I can’t explain anything…and Mr. Spielberg, if you’re watching, this story is copyrighted to Kevin Anderson, 2006. I’m accepting offers, but only through ACW.
He slowly turns his back, and notices Gary slowly getting to his feet. He helps Gary to his feet, before shoving the microphone in his face.
Kevin: So Gary, how does it feel to have ruined someone’s life?!
Gary: Kevin! Please, I have something I can do to help you?
Kevin stops, removing the microphone.
Kevin: Oh?
Gary: Well I figured if you really want your job back I’ll give it to you.
Kevin: Well Gary, that would be a noble thing to-
Gary: If you can beat me in a match at Fallen Heroes!
There’s a slight groan that can be heard from Kevin, understandably not wanting to be reminded of the last match the two had. But Kevin, remaining upbeat, gives his answer.
Kevin: All right, Gary. I’ll take up your offer. Now how the hell do we…
Before he can even finish, a helicopter appears from the trees, resulting in the leaves flaying around all over the place. The helicopter lands, and the two can see the official ‘ACW’ logo on the side of the helicopter. Kevin groans again.
Kevin: Oh fuck it. I don’t care. Let’s just go home.
He and Gary walk into the helicopter, climbing inside. The door slams shut, and the helicopter starts ascending again, with fans at home and in the arena only wondering what else can happen tonight.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:46:55 GMT -5
Segment: Affliction (Credit: Hunter)
Twenty minutes can seemingly take forever.
Hunter stretches his legs forward and is careful enough not to kick the back of Grimm’s seat, for he does not wish to speak to that man ever again, though he knows he will have to. He raises his arms high as a part of the stretching and his right fist hits the top of the car. The four men all turn to look at him simultaneously, and then turn back as one cohesive unit. Hunter is clearly startled by this, but he does not wish to ask them what their purpose was for taking such an action. Instead, he simply looks down at the floor of the van and fiddles with his hands. He does not know how much longer he can wait…
Cross: All right…we are almost there.
…lucky for him, it is not that long.
Hunter: Okay, so can I now---
Grimm: No. You learn what you must learn when you must learn it.
Cross: Do not be so harsh, Mr. Grimm. Mr. Hunter is searching for the woman he loves, you too would be very nervous in this situation.
Grimm: I have no woman.
Hunter: …I’m not surprised…
Grimm turns angrily to Hunter.
Grimm: For your information, it is not because I cannot get one. I do not waste my time with such useless and heartless beings…women want nothing but money and love, and both are useless. In life, all that matters is the end and how you approach it.
Hunter: Well we all have our theories. But I personally don’t give a shit what you think, all I want is to find Sar---
Cross: Stop your bickering. As I said, Mr. Hunter, we are almost there. Before I tell you the situation, I must ask you something.
Hunter: What?
Cross turns slowly and looks Hunter directly in the eye.
Cross: …what kind of gun would you like?
He does not flinch whatsoever when he asks this. Hunter looks for some signs of a joke…but he does not receive such. Cross is not kidding.
Hunter: I…I…
Waters: We told you this was going to be dangerous.
Truman: And we gave you the option of not coming along.
Grimm: But it seems you are not an understanding man.
Cross: So I repeat: what kind of gun would you like?
Hunter: …where are we going? Where is Sarah?
Cross sighs and turns around, waiting for Truman to turn to their desired location.
Cross: We have found your woman, Mr. Hunter…we must make sure you do not lose her again.
Hunter: …where is she?
Cross: You have been warned…
Cross slowly raises his arm, lifts a single cold finger, and points it to the left side of the van. Hunter jumps to that side rapidly and slams his palms to the window and looks out.
And there she is.
Sarah Smith stands quietly on the corner of the street, her face pale and dead. The happy emotion that Hunter always saw on her face is completely gone…and that once gorgeous look in her eyes is no more. Hunter’s eyes slightly water as he beholds her appearance in its decrepit form. She wears a small tank top and a short green skirt, nothing like what his Sarah would have worn. But this is not his Sarah…this is not Sarah at all. She looks around blankly as a few more women approach her and start to talk to her, all of them wearing makeup in excess and wearing shorter skirts and overall less clothes than her. They speak and they listen, but Sarah never says anything. Sarah’s eyes travel over the street and fall on the large black van parked in the middle of the street. Hunter looks at her teary-eyed and she simply stares back at him. The women grab her by the arms and start to walk with her. Hunter puts his hand on the handle of the door, but Grimm’s arm shoots across and grabs his coat, pulling him back into the van.
Grimm: Not…yet.
Cross: I warned you, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: What…what…what happened to her?
Cross: We do not really understand it as well as you do, but we have what we can only assume is a valid assumption.
Hunter: And what…is that?
Cross: She escaped from Gehenna unscathed and ran for quite some time, never getting tired because of formidilosus. She did not know anything or anyone and so she just kept running. Eventually she ran here, to New York City. And for whatever reason, she stopped running. And then those people found her and took advantage of her.
Hunter: …who are these people?
Waters: Look around you, Mr. Hunter. Or are you blind?
Hunter looks on either side of him and sees more of these women, all of them wearing practically nothing except for short skirts, long boots, and a large amount of makeup.
Truman: They are whores. And your woman is now one of them.
Hunter: I…I…
Cross: These kinds of people do not care for humans in distress. These people are all sick, and that is why they took control of your woman.
Hunter: I…I don’t…
Waters: Our guess is that she finally got tired of running and collapsed. They found her on the street, more than likely raped her, and then maybe one of those godforsaken pimps had a heart, if even for a moment. He grabbed her and took her back to their brothel, where all the other no good whores gave her their clothes, and they made her stand on the street and do evil and immoral things.
Grimm: And because of the drug, she does not realize what she is doing. To her, this is normal…if she even knows what normal is anymore.
Hunter: …no.
Cross: I am afraid it is true. We must enter their brothel, and we must take her back. And you know these kinds of people, you have seen these movies: they are violent, and all of them have a weapon. We will try to avoid casualties, but we must have weapons to protect ourselves just in case. So I ask you again…what kind of gun would you like?
Hunter looks out the window completely shocked…he is speechless. How can his beloved have turned into such trash…such a horrible person? But it is not her fault. These evil people, all of them, they are responsible and no one else. He now understands Cross’ question, and simultaneously knows the answer.
Hunter: …the smallest one with the biggest bang.
Truman: Orange box behind you. I believe you will find it…perfect.
Hunter turns around and sees the many crates and boxes that have been behind him this entire time. He sees the orange box and he takes off its lid quickly, and then reaches in and pulls out a medium-sized revolver.
Truman: .44 Magnum, one of the most powerful handguns in the world. It is loaded, and there are a few more bullets in the box.
Hunter reaches in and pulls out a handful of bullets, then swiftly thrusts them into his pocket. The other four men reach into their pockets and pull out assorted handguns, which they check over swiftly. Once they are all content, they all put the guns back in their pockets.
Cross: Are you ready, Mr. Hunter?
Hunter: …I have killed only once, and it was an accident.
Cross: Fear not: if you truly want to kill these people, and if you truly have to, your mind will tell you to and you will do it without fail. These are not innocent people, Mr. Hunter…there is nothing to fear.
Hunter: …but---
Grimm: Do not worry: it gets easier with practice.
Grimm smirks and exits the van first, with the other three following closely behind. Hunter takes a deep breath and then slides the van door open, stepping out on the left side. The five men gather together in a group and Cross motions forward to a large building that has roughly four prostitutes and one pimp hanging out outside. They approach this building slowly, as this was the exact building that Sarah and the others entered. Hunter takes another breath as they continue walking down the path. If only he knew where this path led…
…then maybe it would all be different.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:47:20 GMT -5
Match 2: The Rabid Jackalope vs. Jonny Omega (Credit: The Rabid Jackalope)
The feeling in the air can be described of one as sheer wonder, as the video package that just played has not only riled people up for the upcoming match, it also makes about a good half of the crowd reevaluate their faith in humanity. As the people in the crowd scratch their heads and communicate with one another in a vain attempt to make sense of what they have just witnessed, Phillip enters the ring, ready to announce the next match.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall. Introducing first, hailing from Hartlepool, England, standing at 6’1” and weighing 235 pounds, Jonny Omega!
”The Bitter End” hits to a positive reaction, as the fans attention turns from the confusion they witnessed just moments prior, to the young, up-and-coming Jonny Omega. As the theme starts, the arena goes dark, with the exception of two green spotlights that take the shape of the Greek letter Omega. The letters flash about the arena until they focus on the entrance ramp, which Jonny emerges from the entrance right on cue. He walks down to the ring with a confident strut down the ramp, slapping fans hands as he goes by. He then gets on the apron and poses for the fans in the front row, paying some attention to the more attractive females in the front row. He winks at a few of them and enters the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans, while waiting for his opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent, making his…her…its debut in the ACW, hailing from parts unknown, standing at 6’1” and weighing 215 pounds, the Rabid Jackalope?!
The fans filling the arena stand on their feet, as “Dub In Life” by Eiffel 65 comes over the sound system. They stand not in reverence, but in intrigue, at the thing emerging from the entranceway. Like a bat out of hell, a figure dressed in a full body suit comprised of nothing but a patchwork-quilt of rabbit fur rushes out of the entranceway. It gets on the entrance ramp, and starts thrashing wildly, like someone experiencing a vicious seizure. Eventually, it stabilizes itself, and rushes down the ramp alongside one of the guard rails, and the fans in the front row keep their distance, not knowing if the horns on the head of the Jackalope’s mask are indeed real or not. The Jackalope slides into the ring, and starts to crawl around the ring on all fours, much to the bewilderment of the referee, amongst others. With this, the ref calls for the bell.
The bell rings.
Jonny Omega looks to start a form of offense on the Rabid Jackalope, but much to his disfavor, the Jackalope appears to not feel the same. The Jackalope slides to the outside, and runs a few laps around the ring, extending its arms out to the crowd for some run-by hand slapping. The first few laps prove to net Jackalope no love from the crowd, but eventually a few members of the crowd, especially the drunken fraternity kind, respond with a half-genuine hand slap back. Somewhat satisfied, the Jackalope slides into the ring, and walks straight up to Jonny Omega. Omega looks to start an offensive, as he throws a chop at the oncoming Jackalope, but Jack quickly blocks the chop, and starts playing with Omega’s hair by rubbing the short black hair with his furry “paw”. This causes Omega to get creeped out, as he backs away and looks over to the ref, whom shrugs his shoulders. As the Jackalope presses on in its attempt to feel the hair of Jonny Omega, Jonny decides he has had enough, as he levels the Jackalope with a clothesline. Omega moves over to the fallen Jackalope, and pulls him up to his feet, and locks the Jackalope into an armbar. Omega continues to apply pressure, until the Jackalope spins around, breaking the hold. He walks up to Omega’s face and makes a very, very shrill “SCREECH!” This startles Omega, as Jackalope launches into his debut assault, with a flurry of toe kicks and ear slaps. Jackalope works Omega to a turnbuckle, but quickly Omega turns the table after dodging a kick, and pummels Jackalope down, leaving the crazed wrestler lying on the lower turnbuckle. Jonny picks up the Jackalope, and carries him over to mid-ring, where he executes a few knife-edge chops. Jackalope tries to move away, but Omega swings behind him, and unloads a powerful German suplex. Omega gets back up, only to find the Jackalope has landed on its feet. Stunned, Omega falls prey as the Jackalope rushes at him, and spins around Jonny, only to kick his legs out from under him.
The crowd looks on as the Jackalope doesn’t seem to follow up on his attack, as he exits the ring once again. The referee doesn’t seem to bother counting him out either, judging by his sour demeanor towards the new talent. The Jackalope runs around the ring a few more times, before stopping to attempt another shrill screech, but before it can sound off, Jonny cuts him off with a textbook baseball slide. The crowd pops for this, as Jonny quickly makes work of pulling the Jackalope up and throwing him into the ring. Once back into the ring, Jonny lifts the Jackalope up into a stalling suplex, which the Jackalope has no methods of response, as he crashes to the mat. Jonny attempts a cover. 1…2…no! The Jackalope denies the chance for the pinfall by getting its shoulder up off the mat. Jonny attempts to keep the Jackalope down on the mat, trying for a Fish-hook STF, but resorts to a standard cross STF after a little bit of a struggle. All of a sudden, the pain hits the Jackalope, and even though the best course of action would be to stay calm, it thrashes wildly, rocking side to side. This makes Jonny’s attempt at keeping the hold much harder, and eventually the Jackalope grasps the rope, thus breaking the hold.
Jonny tries to pick up the Jackalope, but the Jackalope swings his arms away, and looks to be pumped up! It launches into a few stiff punches, and Irish whips Omega into the ropes, and connects with the Gore, as the crowd gasps in shock. Fortunately, the Jackalope’s horns aren’t made of real animal horn, as evidenced by the Jonny not bleeding from the lower-mid torso. The Jackalope starts prancing, literally, around the ring in joy of knocking Omega to the canvas. All of a sudden, the figure stops dead in its celebration, and covers its mouth, and begins to thrash. At this point, Omega gets back up to his feet, and looks on in confusion. He walks closer, to start attacking the Jackalope, but as he gets within arm range, the Jackalope pulls his hands away, revealing a foaming mouth! Omega doesn’t have any time to respond, as the Jackalope grabs one of Jonny’s arms, pulls him in, and bites, literally BITES, Jonny’s forehead! The crowd pops wildly for this animalistic display, as Jonny hollers, trying to get the crazed person off of him. Eventually the ref manages to exhibit a form of intervention, and manages to pry the Jackalope off of Jonny, but not before Jonny is busted open!
As the blood flows from Jonny’s forehead, he launches into an aggressive assault on the Jackalope, laying into him with stiff kicks and chops. He then kicks the Jackalope in the mid-section, and follows up with a beautiful pendulum back breaker. Omega covers Jackalope again. 1…2…denied! Jackalope gets a shoulder up, and rolls out of the ring in the process. It runs around like usual, but soon Jonny follows, irritated and looking to follow up on his assault. Eventually, the Jackalope gets back into the ring, and surprises Jonny with a quick string of Japanese armdrags. Jonny gets up, somewhat stunned, and the Jackalope swings Jonny down to the ground, and begins to execute the big swing! The Jackalope spins around wildly, as Jonny is helpless to defend himself. The Jackalope soon loses control, and sends both him and Jonny crashing into a turnbuckle, as the crowd looks on in awe. The Jackalope, the lesser of the two in terms of damage from the maneuver, pulls Jonny to mid-ring, and looks to execute a sharpshooter of sorts. It has a nice form, being a somewhat familiar move and all to the ACW fans, but the delay the Jackalope puts on the move allows Jonny to kick his way out. The Jackalope looks on confused, as Jonny quickly runs up, kicks the Jackalope in the midsection, and executes the Omega Factor! The Jackalope is out, as Jonny makes the cover! 1…2…3! The bell rings.
Phillip: And here is your winner, Jonny Omega!
The crowd cheers as “The Bitter End” plays once again. Jonny gets his hand raised by the referee, and it’s apparent he relishes this well-fought victory. Eventually he exits the ring, and heads to the back, but not before the Jackalope springs back up to its feet. It follows Omega, running laps around the victor, and eventually stopping in front of Jonny. At first, Jonny takes a belligerent stand towards such an unusual gesture, until he realizes the Jackalope has extended its hand in congratulations. The two shake, as the crowd pops for this gesture. With that, the Jackalope sprints off to the back, as Jonny laughs, shrugs it off, and heads backstage as well.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:49:59 GMT -5
Segment: "The Santiago Hunter" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to a jungle-esque area in the Dominican Republic. Rattlesnake stand in front of a tree dressed like the Crocodile Hunter. He peers around the tree slowly and quickly moves back. He looks back into the camera and puts his finger over his lips.
Rattlesnake: Shh...be very quiet. I want to welcome you to the show "The Santiago Hunter." I'm your host, Rattlesnake, and I'm looking for the rarest of the rare creatures...the Santiago Rivera. This creature is quite elusive. But today, I'll do what not many people have done. I'll get close to this creature and capture it. Now I'm going to look around this tree and if the coast is clear, we'll slowly advance.
Rattlesnake peers around the tree again. He signals for the camera to follow him. Rattlesnake cautiously pauses and looks to the left and then to the right.
Rattlesnake: It seems the coast is clear, but we have to be careful. If we scare off the Santiago, we'll have a difficult time finding him again.
Rattlesnake looks for a larger grouping of trees and spots one off to the left.
Rattlesnake: Ok, in order to make the Santiago feel more secure, we're going to have to find a place with larger cover. I've spotted a bigger patch of trees off to the left. If we can hide there, we should be to find the Santiago in his natural habitat. Now, a warning for our viewers...the Santiago is very dangerous when it feels threatened, it could potentially attack without provocation. Therefore, only I will approach the Santiago as I know how to approach it.
Rattlesnake checks one more time and then slowly walks around a few trees and stops at the edge. The camera moves around the same trees until it gets right behind Rattlesnake. He turns around.
Rattlesnake: Now here's the tough part. The trees we need to reach are right across the way. There's a good hundred to two-hundred feet of open area where we could be spotted. We're going to have to be fast about this. Let's go.
Rattlesnake and the camera go across the open area and make it safely into the large patch of trees.
Rattlesnake: Ok, now that we've made it across, we stay right here and wait.
Rattlesnake pulls an item out of his pocket. Upon further inspection, it's shown to be a wad of cash.
Rattlesnake: This is ten-thousand dollars. If anything can lure the Santiago out, it's this. I'll toss this out into the open and we'll wait for the Santiago.
Rattlesnake tosses the wad of cash into the open area and begins the long wait.
*30 minutes pass*
Rattlesnake sees no sign of the Santiago.
Rattlesnake: The Santiago must feel safe, it'll probably be another hour or two before it comes out.
Rattlesnake turns back and continues the watch.
*90 more minutes pass*
Rattlesnake peers around a tree and he slowly stands up. He signals for the camera to move slowly towards him. It does so very quietly.
Rattlesnake (whispering): Ok. I've finally spotted the Santiago and it's slowly moving towards the wad of cash. Take a look over there.
The camera pans over to where the money is and in the distance a figure is approaching the cash. As it gets closer, the figure turns out to be a midget dressed up at Santiago. As the midget reaches the money, Rattlesnake jumps out of the patch of trees and confronts the Santiago.
Rattlesnake: So, you're the Santiago.
Midget Santiago: That's right. I'm out here because of you and Senator Steve Phillips. But it's mainly because of you. I should have won that match, not you.
Rattlesnake: Well that's not my fault, now is it?
Midget Santiago: Yeah, it is. But Meltdown will be a night when I will rectify that mistake.
Rattlesnake: Is that a fact?
Midget Santiago: Oh yeah, it is.
Rattlesnake: Well, I've got a fact for you too.
Midget Santiago: And what's that?
Rattlesnake: It's this...
Rattlesnake picks up Midget Santiago, smirks and then plants him with the Snakebite.
Rattlesnake: ...just like what I just did, later tonight, I...WILL...STRIKE. And after that, your brush with greatness will be at it's end and I will be one step closer to the International Championship.
Rattlesnake looks up into the camera.
Rattlesnake: Now that we've captured the Santiago, we have no choice but to let it go. I have a feeling that it's humiliated now and that later on, it'll become even more humiliated. And now we must end the show. I hope you enjoyed this presentation.
The scene fades to black.
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Post by BK London on Apr 20, 2006 15:51:08 GMT -5
Segment: Brudah! (Credit: Santiago)
We open up backstage to see Gary with a look of joy upon his face.
Gary: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing hereby with the Macho Man himself, R-D-K!
"RDK" walks into our point of view and you can clearly see it’s Santiago dressed as RDK however Gary the blow pop is unaware of the situation.
Gary: Macho Man! At Fallen Heroes you will compete with Santiago Rivera for th-
"RDK": BRUDAH! Oh..oh sorry, continue.
Gary: As I was saying, you’ll face Santiago Rivera for the Inter-
"RDK": OoOoOoOoOoOH YEAH!
Gary: International T-
"RDK:" Brudah.
Gary: Titl-
"RDK": MACHO SLAM!
Gary: For the International title. What are your thoughts on that?
"RDK": You see brudah, it’s very simple. The brudah known as Santiago Rivera is going to kick my brudah ass brudah! He will take me to China town, where he will buy me a can of OoOoOoOH YEAH MACHO whup ass and he will open that can all over me brudah! Now let me ask you a question Gary! How do YOU think that I will do brudah?
Gary: Well…I think you’re going to win!
"RDK" So you’re saying that like I’ve done to many others I’ll put the slam bam wham on him like rice pudding on Sunday?
Gary:………….What?
"RDK": I will rock him to next Tuesday where I’ll make sweet love to mah mutha?
Gary::…..huh?
"RDK": I will slimmity blast him into two Fundays ago where he will be crying for mercy in the bubble gum river?
Gary: Are you even saying words anymore?
"RDK": Of course I am, Gary you’re a machomaniac you should understaaaaand me brudah!
Gary: I’m sorry but you’re starting to act very stupid.
"RDK": Brudah just listen brudah. Listen to all my machomaniacs out there. They’re all chanting my name brudah. And damn brudah if that ever stopped I don’t know what I do brudah, ya know what I mean brudah? Now if you all wanna see the MACHO MAAAAAN lose horribly to Santiago Rivera give me an OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAAAAH!!!
The crowd boos and you can hear it backstage.
Gary: Why are these people booing you?
"RDK": Because I’m the best and they’re all just jealous! Santiago Rivera will beat me but for now brudah I’m just gonna walk around saying how he’ll lose! He’s gonna fall to me and I’ll become the new International Champion brudah. I will whip him REAL good OoOoOooOoOoOoooOooOOOOOoOooooooOoOoOOoOOOOOOooooooooOOoOOOOooOoOOooH YEAAAAAHAAASH!
The fake RDK starts panting and his eyes bulge out as he pushes Gary and starts running like a girl down the hallway. The camera turns to find a Santiago Rivera midget with the International Title running down the hall way.
"RDK": OH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH BRUDAH! DON’T HURT ME BRUDAH OoOoOoOoOoOh NOOOO!
The midget tackles "RDK" and puts him into Santi’s Secret and he starts tapping with both hands.
"RDK": OOH HAVE MERCY! SHOW SOME COMPASSION BRUDAH!!!!
Midget Santi: You’re my bitch now!
"RDK": Whatever you say brudah! Please just don’t verbally rape me infront of AAAAALL two of my Macho Maniacs OoOoOoOH NO!
Midget Santi: Yeah well bitch come Fallen Heroes you’ll be looking at me. Me pinning you 1-2-3 and retaining my International Title!
"RDK": Fine, just leave me be brudah! Oooh Brudah let me beeeee!
Midget Santi walks off with the title as Gary hurries over to "RDK".
Gary: Are you okay?!
"RDK": No…he put the wham right into that bam which brought me down like the man named Sam who liked green eggs and ham!
He holds his back.
"RDK": NACHO IS STILL GREATER THAN MACHO OoOoOOoOOOOoOOOoOooooOooooOH YEAAH!
Scene fades as he passes out on the ground and Gary looks concerned.
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