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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:36:31 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 4th May 2006
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------
Tornado vs. OnlyRedsFan
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Cold Blooded Killers vs. Angelus Kincaid
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Dr. Doom vs. Fallen Souls
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Cage Match Dan White vs. Jake Cheng
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Yoko Satoshi vs. Hitman
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BK London vs. Rattlesnake
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Shot at World Title for Omega Effect Latino vs. Hunter
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ACW World Title Match The Senator vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:37:29 GMT -5
It’s great to travel, but it’s always nice to come home, and there is a happy vibe in the air as the audience settles itself back into the ACW arena for Meltdown. After the success of the Fallen Heroes tour, the fed is riding high… but not everyone is able to share in the positive ambience. And as the crowd is about to find out, a return to the arena also brings with it a return of some old problems for certain members of the roster…
The full size alphatron is fired up, and after the crowd has had a chance to get themselves on TV, the first segment of the night begins…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:39:04 GMT -5
Segment: Turn of Events (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The scene fades into a backstage corridor. We see Scott Andrews walking confidently down towards the camera. He stops at a door; Gingerdudes’ Office. He knocks, and goes in without acknowledgement. Ginger, as usual, is at work with paperwork and the like, and is upset at this disturbance. But Ginger knows why Scott is here, and he knows what to do.
Ginger: I know why you’re here, Scott.
Scott looks at the chairman in a state of confusion.
Scott: You do?
Ginger: Yes. You wish to settle your dispute with Angelus.
Scott: …I guess it was pretty obvious huh? In any case, yes, that’s exactly what I planned on talking to you about. Angelus broke the verbal agreement, and since me and NBK are no longer ---
Ginger: Well you see, Scott, when I mentioned that verbal contract between Angelus, NBK, and yourself, I said that if Angelus broke the agreement, you would be booked in a Hardcore Match. I guess he likes to break rules, and bones. It’s obvious why he broke the agreement. He wanted to punish you two. But since you and NBK are no longer a team, and you two seem to need to settle your dispute, I’ve decided to change the booked match to a Triple Threat Hardcore Match! How do you like the idea of that?!
Scott doesn’t seem too pleased, but the crowd do as they let out a cheer. He thought he would be able to get out of this Angelus match because the CBK were broken up. Or maybe NBK could have fought Angelus by himself. But alas, he is not going to let this decision change his mindset…Well, maybe just a little…
Scott: *Sigh* Well then…I guess I’ll go get ready.
Ginger: On your way, lad.
Scott exits the office and firmly shuts the door as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:40:48 GMT -5
Segment: Vital Signs (Credit: Hunter)
-TWO DAYS AGO-
Beep...
Such random and even slightly annoying sounds can upset the cosmic balance and order of life for certain people, depending on their individual reactions to these sounds. But for others, seemingly random sounds can literally mean the difference between life and death.
Beep...
Hunter opens his eyes slowly and looks around the glossy ivory-colored walls of the room, unaware of specifically where he is. The two beeps were apparently the things that awoke him, and given his general paranoia in any given situation on any given day, he is very happy that he is awake.
Beep...
He looks over to his right and sees a large black monitor with a large black screen. Every few seconds, a large red line travels from the left to the right, and with the line comes the beeps that awoke Hunter. Hunter may not have been here often, but he is rather sure that he knows where he is.
Beep...
Maybe this is his third time in a hospital overall, but he still cannot feel very good about being here, given he has never liked hospitals to begin with. Sure they may have saved his life on numerous occasions...but something about the stench of death does not quite please him.
Beep...
The door opens quickly, but not quick enough, as Hunter has shot a forward glance to the door and is already on guard. Through the door walks a tall man with short brown hair and thin glasses. He wears a white robe and scribbles on a clipboard with a black pen, never once eying Hunter. He then approaches Hunter's bed and looks up.
Doctor: Holy shit!
Hunter: Oh, don't act like you've never seen a feminine-haired man before.
The doctor slightly chuckles as Hunter cautiously leans back, temporarily feeling safe due to the doctor's badge attached to the man's jacket.
Doctor: Sorry, but I didn't think you were awake. In fact, none of the doctors thought that you would wake up anytime soon, I think the earliest bet was a week from now.
Hunter: ...you bet on my health?
Doctor: ...ummm...no.
Hunter shoots the doctor a nasty look, and so the doctor quickly walks over to the machines monitoring Hunter's health, and he begins furiously scribbling in his notes.
Hunter: So why is it so surprising that I'm alive?
Doctor: Oh know, your life was almost inevitable. None of us thought you'd awake from your sleep so soon.
Hunter: I was in a coma?
Doctor: To an extent. You suffered quite immense damage to the lower back, and though the strikes did not break anything, there was a chance of paralysis, because impact was mostly on the lower spine. However, you're perfectly healthy. All that was left to see was how soon you could wake up.
Hunter: Which was soon, I take it?
Doctor: Three days. That may be a record.
Hunter chuckles once more as he looks at the wires connecting to his arms.
Hunter: So when can I leave?
Doctor: Tomorrow would be best, I think.
Hunter: Can I wrestle?
Doctor: ...you just suffered extensive damage to your spine and you were this close to paralysis.
Pause.
Doctor: And yet, knowing you, that won't stop you.
Hunter: Knowing me?
Doctor: I'm a big fan, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter: Thanks, Doctor---
Doctor: Johanson.
Hunter: Dr. Johanson. So you think that I'll be okay?
Doctor: Well, you can just hope that not many people attack your lower back.
Hunter: Most people will, what with the injury.
Doctor: Well...let's just say that it's your choice and no one else's. If you die, you can't hold me responsible.
Hunter: Oh I won't.
Doctor: Good, no worries then.
Both men chuckle, and soon after the doctor puts his pen away and walks over to the door. He slowly opens it and just moments before it is meant to slam behind him, he stops it with his hand and leans back into the room.
Doctor: Oh, I almost forgot!
He puts the clipboard down on a nearby desk and reaches for something in the hall. He then walks in carry a large basket of flowers and places it on Hunter's lap.
Doctor: It's for you.
Hunter: That I could gather.
Doctor: There's a card somewhere in there.
Hunter: Is this the only one?
Doctor: No, the others are by the window. This is just the only one that was not delivered in person, so we had to be careful with it.
Hunter: ...and that's why you just gave it to me?
Doctor: No, we search it first.
Hunter: Ah.
The doctor nods and turns around, then finally exits the room. Once the door shuts behind him, Hunter breathes a sigh of relief and slowly looks over at the window to his left, which has a desk before it on which sit many baskets of flowers. Hunter smiles, and then looks down at the basket of flowers before him, flowers which he instantly recognizes as red roses. He reaches inside to pluck one, but then quickly pulls his hand back and sticks his thumb in his mouth.
Hunter: Ah, fucking thorns!
He looks at his thumb, which has a rather painless cut in its center. Hunter looks into the basket and sees a card, and so methodically he reaches in and pulls it out. He slightly chuckles at the thought of someone sending him roses with thorns, and then opens the card.
Its message is as follows:
Get well soon, Mr. Hunter. Emotional pain is so much worse than physical pain.
Remember that.
Under these words is a strange emblem, which can be described as the picture of an eagle with a venomous snake wrapped tightly around it. Around this picture is a star, and around that is a circle that appears to be on fire. There is no name, and at this point Hunter remembers the doctor's words.
Hunter: ...I'll get you fucking bastards. One of these days...
He crumbles the card open and clenches it in his fist, and then throws it into the nearby trash can. He puts the flowers down next to him, and then slides them under the bed. He looks at his cut once more, and then simply slides his thumb under the covers. He looks at the clock and remembers the date, and then breathes a sigh of relief when he realizes that he is not at all late for Meltdown, nor will he be. As the doctor said, nothing will stop him from wrestling, the one thing he has always wanted to do in his life. But now he has a new goal, and not even he knows how he will achieve it. All he does know, however, is that he will get his revenge by any means necessary.
Even if it means giving up the last thing he loves...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:42:17 GMT -5
Segment: Missing In Action (Credit: Jake Cheng, BK London, Santiago Rivera)
Live from the ACW Arena, the place where most of ACW calls home, and back from this commercial break, we finally get a glimpse of the Alphatron and the stage before “Remember The Name” pounds through the speakers and the shots of various members of the Corporate Alliance appear on the screen. Boos bombarded the group before it even comes out and sure enough, first through the curtain is the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude. Predator, and the only member of the stable to have a championship still intact, Jake Cheng, soon follows him. The three strut down towards the ring and now the crowd wonders where is the rest of the Corporate Alliance. Where is Santiago? Where is Kiley? And most of all, where is their leader BK London? As Jake Cheng grabs a mic from Philip, the crowd wonders if they will get an answer to these questions.
Jake Cheng: Ladies and Gentlemen, us - the members of the Corporate Alliance - have an announcement concerning the missing Corporate Alliance members in the ring, so we would appreciate it if you shut your damn mouths!
Jake, hoping the reaction from the crowd is in for a harsh surprises now the reaction from the crowd flares up with tremendous amounts of boos. Ginger briefly takes the mic away from Jake Cheng and now with an angered face he addresses the crowd.
Ginger: Listen you slack jawed hicks! You don't see us rolling up in your local Wendy’s or McDonalds whatever minimum wage sweatshop of a job and booing you or throwing objects. Have some damn respect, he's the Light-Heavyweight Champion for pete sakes!
Jake holds up his Light Heavyweight Championship in the air, flaunting his trophy to the crowd and while the other members of the CA applaud him, everyone else in the building begins to harshly boo him. Jake flips the belt over his shoulder and now accepts the mic back from Ginger.
Jake: Thank you Ginger, but now to discuss the matter at hand! There are significantly less Corporate Alliance members in the ring then there should be. First off, our leader, BK London. You all know he had a six star match with Alicia last Saturday at Fallen Heroes, but there is a small problem. BK is suffering from some concussions he obtained during that match and is a little off his element. He’s out back with Kiley, and we just didn’t think he was good enough to do anything tonight. Let’s just say he’s more confused that George Bush at a press conference.
While the democratic population of the crowd laugh, the other side isn’t too happy and boo Jake heavier than before. But that is nothing compared to what is about to come next...
Jake: And because BK isn’t feeling well, I am taking a temporary leadership position.
The ceiling nearly blows off due to the noise made by the booing of the crowd. Jake simply adjusts the title on his shoulder and goes back to talking.
Jake: Then there is the matter of former International Champion, Santiago Rivera. Now I know, yes I eliminated Santiago from the Battle Royale, but I was doing Santiago a favor. He has five losses in a row, he needs a break for a bit. And that’s what I gave him. Now sure, I didn’t mean to INJURE him the way I did, but no worry, he’ll be back soon enough. He isn’t too badly damaged, but Predator and I agreed that he was too beaten up to come out with us. The doctors are checking him out as we speak. Let’s pray that he recovers soon.
Jake smirks a bit, but regains composure quickly
Jake: So Pred, am I forgetting anything?
Predator shrugs, but then something hits him
Predator: What about your match with Dan White?
Jake: Ah yes, that match. Sure, I may never have beaten Dan before, but tonight I believe is the night. I mean, I got farther than Dan did in the royal, and eliminated more people. He’s just jealous that he knows that I am better then him now, so he covers it up by making it a cage match. A match where my true style cannot show, unless I want to pull an land-flat-on-my-face-Anglesault. But that’s what makes him and I different. I am a champion; I can overcome anything he throws at me. I am unto.......err, damn. What I meant to say was I am unbeatable, The Corporate Alliance, unbeatable.
Jake drops the mic to a ear-splitting crackle before getting on a turnbuckle and holding his Light-Heavyweight Title high above his head. Predator gets on another before doing his signature slap-chest taunt while Ginger just stands there, not knowing what pose to use. The Corporate Alliance still stands strong, even with half of its members gone.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:43:49 GMT -5
Match 1: Tornado vs. OnlyRedsFan (Credit: BK)
Time to get this party started… Philip enters the ring.
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing 220 lbs from Manchester, UK, Tornado!
All lights go out, Diary of a Madman by Gravediggaz, a pyro goes off and the lights come on. Tornado appears and raises his arms above his head then sprints down to the ring. He leaps onto the apron and, using the top ropes, flips forward into the ring. As his feet hit the canvas a small pyro bursts out of each turnbuckle. Tornado then stands on a turnbuckle, raises his arms above his head and flips backwards, landing on his feet. He then repeats this on the opposite turnbuckle and waits for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent weighing in at 200lbs from Columbus, Ohio, Mr. Red!
The Reptile Track from Mortal Kombat sounds through the arena and Mr. Red walks out onto the stage to a good ovation from the ACW fans. He beats his chest at the top of the stage before walking down, slapping hands with his fellow Reds fans. He slides into the ring and stares across at his former tag team partner. Tornado stares at him also and now both walk to the center of the ring, in a high tension stare off. Referee Keiji signals for the bell for the match to commence.
As the bell sounds the two superstars quickly burst out of the box with some quick offense attacks. Both men are now exchanging forearms in the center of the ring and the crowd cofirms fromt his that it will be a heated and explosive matches with these two combustible elements. Red begins to get the upperhand and now he starts pummeling his former Tag Team Partner with viciously blows until he gets him into the corner. He now attempts to send him strong into the opposite corner but Tornado has other intentions, countering his irish whip into an irish whip of his own. Red is sent the turnbuckle at a high velocity and his back ricochet's off the turnbuckle. Tornado backs up and charges at the Only Red's Fan with some sort of high impact attack but Red manages to get his feet up and he boots the former Entertainment Champion in his jaw. Tornado recoils and Red pushes himself up to the middle rope and dives off with a Double Axe Handle, lucky for Tornado he scouts this and is able to catch Red in Inverted Atomic Drop as he comes down. Red holds his groin area and now Tornado capitalizes by blasting Tornado in the head with a Spinning Wheel Kick right to the temple. Red is sent staggering backwards from the attack onto the ropes and now Tornado takes this chance to capitalize with a crossbody block that sends both of them over the top rope. Tornado falls to the outside and one would expect Red to follow shortly but he apparently has gotten his wrist inside the tightly wrapped ropes. He screams in pain and now Referee Keiji runs over and with all his strength he manages to set Red free from the ropes. Red holds his wrist in pain and the second he gets up he is nearly knocked silly with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of his head. Red drops down on the thinly padded mat below and now Tornado picks him up from his baseball jersey and brings him over to the announce table.
McNally and Edison look like they're ready to move at any time and Tornado smashes his former tag team partner's head onto the top of the announce table. Tornado picks his head up and smashes him into the announce table again. He continues to get boos and jeers from the crowd but he simply shows them what he thinks of them by flipping off a fan in the front row. Tornado returns to business and picks up Red's head to send him into the table for a third time but Red manages to elbow him in his abdomen to a huge pop from the crowd. Red, despite his injured wrist, begins to fight back with one hand with a series of chop and punch combos. Tornado is beginning to reel and now Red attempts to take him down with a clothesline but he ducks. As Red turns around he is caught with a Standing Hook Kick which sends him down to the mat. Tornado picks up Red and tosses him back in the ring and slides back in right at the eight count. Tornado picks up Red and sets him up in the corner before ripping off his Cincinatti Reds Jersey. Tornado fires at him with several stiff chops to the chest and the crowd begins to boo him fiercely. Tornado picks up the tattered remains of the Red's Jersey and starts wiping his nose with it and even going as far as to wipe his ass. Red manages to come to his senses and he sees this disrespecftul act towards his favorite team and that produces a fire in his eyes. Tornado turns towards Red and now Red burst out the corner with a leaping lariat, the crowd is on their feet for Red and he starts pummeling Tornado with right hands and smashing the back of his head against the mat. Keiji pulls the furious Red off Tornado and now Tornado scurries over towards the ropes. Red charges at Tornado but meets a swift kick to the gut. Tornado puts his head between his legs and is surely going for the Cyclone Driver, but not on Red's watch. Red takes him down with a Double Leg Takedown and catapults him over the top rope onto the apron.
Tornado pulls himself up onto the apron and now Red backs up before taking himself and Tornado out with a Suicide Spear through the middle ropes to the outside. A huge "Holy Shit" chant emerges from the crowd and the two continue fighting. The fists are becoming stiffer and stiffer as the brawl goes on. They continue fighting up the ramp and now the bell rings as we hear Keiji reach the 10 count.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match has resulted in a double countout.
The fans really don't care about the result of the match they just want to see these two go at it. Several times Red get's the upperhand in the brawl but Tornado finds a way to cut off his momentum. The two continue brawling through the curtain and disappear backstage, one can only hope they get a camera backstage to capture the rest of the action......
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:45:02 GMT -5
Segment: Still Life (Credit: Hunter / FSX)
As the scene fades in, we find everyone's beloved long-haired, hippie music-loving, film-obsessed, grammatically-anal, and storyline-complicated superstar traveling down the ACW hallways, looking around casually as he heads back to the Senatorial Locker Room, more than likely because he wishes to get ready for his rapidly approaching match. He looks down at his boots and notices that the laces are untied, and in a much clichéd fashion he quickly bends over to tie them up. And in a furtherly clichéd fashion, when he rises to return to his walking, before him stands a dark figure, a figure that is slightly shorter than him, though that does not at all stop it from startling Hunter. Hunter jumps back ready for a fight, but when he sees who the figure is, he relaxes and sighs. The figure steps forward into the light and reveals itself to be the form of Fallen Souls, a figure not seen in ACW for quite some time.
Hunter: ...Jesus Christ, you scared me.
FSX: Actually, the name's Fallen Souls now. I had to legally change it a while back. You know...issues of blasphemy and such.
The two smile and approach each other, ending the journey from one side of the hall to the other with a friendly embrace. They break it a moment later and rest easily.
Hunter: So how've you been in the past...what, four months we haven't spoken?
FSX: Fine, fine. Yourself?
Hunter: So-so. I had the World Title.
FSX: So I saw---
Hunter: Fell in love.
FSX: Well that's how you have fun---
Hunter: Watched her die in front of my eyes.
FSX: ...I...see---
Hunter: And am apparently being fucked with by a group of insane people whose sole purpose in life is to watch my misery.
FSX: ...pleasant.
Hunter: Otherwise, been a cheery kind of four months.
FSX: Uh...huh.
Hunter: But don't let me get you down! You're finally back!
FSX: We can only hope for good.
Hunter: So...any specific plans?
FSX: Well, of course. It may have been awhile since my last appearence in the ring, but I've already worked that all out... Later on tonight I'm going to head over to the gym and work out. You know, to destroy unneccesary rust before I decimate the good doctor... I'm not really sure what to do from there, I'd probably just linger for awhile before setting my sights on a particular...Macho Mayun.
Hunter: Good, good. So, you know, I've been thinking...
FSX: ...oh damn it.
Hunter: No, it's a good thing. I want to get back into the tag team scene for a little bit. It's how I learned to wrestle, and I'd love to go back to my roots. So how about you and I tag together?
FSX: Hmmm...I tried that once with Will...didn't go off as well as I had hoped...but it would give me something to do for awhile..
Hunter: Exactly! Besides, I'm a good tag team wrestler and you know it.
FSX: Your right...if I ever wanted to become a solid tag team star, there's no one better to approach about it than you.
Hunter: Oh, excellent. So do you want to go kill some random jobber team on Monday?
FSX: Sure.
Hunter: Good, because I signed us up for a match with Jake and Predator.
FSX: Ooooh, I like it. Upsetting Pred-Heads has always been a hobby of mine.
Hunter: No worries then.
FSX: What would you have done if I said no?
Hunter: ...beaten them anyway by myself.
The two laugh and put their arms around each others shoulders, and then walk down the hallway in a very sitcom style. The light slightly flickers as the two turn to the right and continue walking along the path to the Senatorial Office. A friendship has been reborn from the ashes of one that has seemingly been dead for four months. But now it is rekindled, and all are happy. However, this begs the question...
...couldn't they have just used a phone?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:46:03 GMT -5
Segment: Pointless Arguments (Credit: Jake Cheng, Dan White)
Somewhere in the ACW Arena
As the scene opens up, we see two ACW superstars talking. But these aren’t just any two superstars, they happen to be the best two Light-Heavyweights in the federation, and both made it to the final 7 in the Fallen Heroes battle royal. You obviously know who these two men are, mainly because their names are in parenthesis next to the segment title. Dan White stands on the left side of the picture, facing his opponent for the night, LW Champion, Jake Cheng.
Dan: Mother Fucker!
Jake: Douchebag!
Dan: Queer Boy!
Jake: Sheep Shagger!
And, as it would appear, they are arguing about very unimportant matters.
Jake: Well, at least my own fucking stable mate in the battle royal didn’t eliminate me.
Dan: At least I didn’t eliminate my own stable mate.
Jake smirks, knowing something that Dan obviously doesn’t.
Dan: But no, it doesn’t end there, you almost cost BK London his title shot, even though he just messed it up himself.
It is obvious that Jake is getting angry, his face turning red as a brick.
Dan: And then Ginger puts you in a match against myself, a cage match. Against someone you have never beat, someone who took your title from you 5 days after getting it back from Hunter and goes on to have the longest reign in ACW history. You’re lucky that our match isn’t for the title.
Jake goes to say something, but Dan walks away
Jake: Pfft, the joke's on you! Even if I'm not able to defeat you cleanly, which is highly unlikely, well are you able to handle the Predator, BK London and Santiago Rivera?
Dan emotionlessly stares at Jake like he's a diseased piece of chicken.
Dan: Are you fucking dense? We are in a cage, for fuck's sake. Do you think that your little four-bit stable are going to be able to get away with invading the cage?
Jake: B-b-b-b-
Dan: "b-b-b-b" SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Dan smirks as he shoves passed Jake, leaving him alone with his title.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:47:32 GMT -5
Segment: A change in perspective
As the next scene opens, the crowd is treated to a view of one of the ACW corridors. It’s unusually quiet for a show day, and as a figure rounds the corner, the crowd recognizes them as Alicia Kitsune. She still looks a little pale, but otherwise in good shape considering what she’s endured in the last week or so; as she approaches the camera’s position she pushes open a door, and the fans can see at once that she’s entering the chairman’s office.
The bright sunlight streaming through the windows is not what one would expect to see even on a summer evening, and the fans work out that this must have taken place much earlier in the day. The office is empty, and as Alicia stands and waits for Ginger to come back, she reflects a little on what she’s about to do.
She’s well aware that the crew are working overtime to get things ready for tonight’s broadcast, but then no one could have foreseen the delays that were created by endless Puerto Rican police paperwork. You don’t simply up and leave the scene of a crime. especially that of an attempted and a successful murder.
AK thinks to herself that Ginger handled things very well; at one point it seemed possible that they’d never be allowed to leave in time for Meltdown. She also agrees with the complete media clampdown surrounding the situation; speculation won’t help anyone, after all.
None of this, however, can assist Alicia in dealing with her own feelings that have been triggered in waves by the events of Saturday night. Such things are the stuff of her worst nightmares, and even dipping a toe into the murky waters of such possibility is enough to make her recoil, and awaken from sleep in a cold sweat. In her mind during the first day or two after the show, she found herself circling endlessly… how on earth do you even continue to breathe, let alone function as a human being, after something so horrific? She finds herself half choking on her own philosophy of vengeance solving nothing, for what else can possibly endure such a poison?
Gradually, of course, time serves to create detachment, and with that a comforting ability to refocus. A period of reflection then dawns, and with it Alicia has found herself appreciating her many blessings with fresh eyes; the intersection of effort and fortune in which she currently basks seems almost too precious to be real, or to be able to withstand the pressures of the world…
All things worldly begin, and so all things worldly must end. It’s a truth that Alicia has returned to many times in the last few days, and she thinks about it now as she stands in a room that she knows incredibly well; she could probably walk safely around it with her eyes closed. She’s half inclined to test this theory out, when the office door opens and Ginger enters.
Ginger: Ah, Alicia, the secretary told me you were waiting. Have a seat.
Alicia sits down and watches as Ginger does the same in his own, bigger chair.
Ginger: So, what can I do for you?
He sounds a little wary, which is understandable given his current allegiance to the CA. But AK doesn’t look as if she came here for a fight.
AK: If it’s possible, I’d like a match on Meltdown this evening, and I’d like it to be a title defense.
Ginger, who has been re-arranging a few papers whilst listening, now gives her his full attention.
Ginger: A match? A title match, no less? People normally come in here asking for shots, not asking to give them.
AK: I know, and if it’s not possible then I understand. It’s simply that, well… I spent most of last month jealously guarding the belt as if it were some priceless object, to the point where I lost contact with reality. I don’t want to do that any more… I value the belt, but I don’t want to come to the stage again where I ever value it too much, beyond the things that are really important. So I figured that the best thing I can do is have great matches until such time as I lose one, and the title moves on… for all I know, that might be tonight. The point is, when my reign does end, I want to walk away from the belt a better wrestler than I was when I got it.
Ginger listens to this with a slightly confused expression, but shrugs his shoulders.
Ginger: Well, I’m not sure I’m into the philosophy, but I’m sure I can find you an opponent. Let me check who’s available, and I’ll send you a message.
AK: That’s all I ask… thanks, Ginger.
She smiles and stands up, letting herself out of the room looking considerably happier than when she came in. Ginger sits and thinks; he’s half-tempted to pull BK from his match with Rattlesnake, but with a frown decides that he’s better sticking to his currently brewing plan with regard to London and the World Title. He scan across the card on the table before him, and then at the names of the superstars who have said that they will be in attendance at the show… and his finger stops over a name. He smiles to himself… a ratings booster if ever he saw one. He presses a button on his speakerphone.
Ginger: Hi. Can you get me Senator Steve Phillips’ cellphone number?
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:48:47 GMT -5
Segment: Concussion Complications (Credit: BK)
??: Alright, now just follow the light.
Upon coming from the last segment the camera shot is engulfed by a blinding light which makes the people in the crowd wince involuntary. Slowly the white light moves from side to side multiple times before it is shut off. Now another camera shot reveals the bigger situation as BK London is lying on the medical table in the nurse's office with Kiley and Ginger standing by.
Ginger: So what's the situation doc?
Nurse: Well, while examining his vital signs, it appears that he was reacting very slowly when I passed the light over his eyes.
Ginger: So that isn't a good sign?
Nurse: Well it looks like he is still suffering from the numerous concussions he suffered from his match at Fallen Heroes and everything past after that.
BK rises up from the stable, Kane/Undertaker style, and removes the velcro blood pressure machine from his arm. Still he portrays that frustrated and fierce look in his eyes that he has had since losing the World Title match. Kiley rushes to his side and attempts to calm him down but he pulls his arm away from her.
Kiley: BK, honey calm down.
Nurse: Your wife is right Mr London, calming down would be the sensible thing to do. I've just checked your blood pressure and it's through the roof....
The nurse turns back towards Ginger.
Nurse: Mr. Gingerdude sir, this man is in no condition to wrestle tonight. Wrestling tonight, or getting involved in any match in any form of capacity would end in horrible results.
BK: Nonsense.
Nurse: I would strongly reconsider your decision Mr. London.
Ginger: He's right BK, I'll set you up to face Rattlesnake another ti-
BK: NO!!!
BK hops off the medical table and walks up, face to face with both Ginger and the Nurse. He stares at both of them, showcasing more rage than ever before.
BK: I am going to go out there, and I'm going to fight tonight. That's final.
Pushing through both of them he makes his way towards and out the door. Back in the room Ginger and the Nurse look at each other very perplexed.
Ginger: What's his problem?
Kiley: He's still a little angry from what occurred at Fallen Heroes. Losing that match kind of destroyed his pride, he's seeking to regain it back tonight against Rattlesnake. On behalf of him, I'm sorry Nurse. I'm gonna go catch up to him...
Kiley races out the door behind her husband and now we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:49:53 GMT -5
Match 2: Scott Andrews vs. Lex De LaRocha vs. Angelus Kincaid (Credit: Scott Andrews)
As ACW comes back from commercials the fans are still pumped and ready for what promises to be an explosive match. Philip is in the ring to announce the participants in this heated rivalry.
Philip: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat Hardcore Match, and Falls Count Anywhere! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the “Scarlet Assassin” Scott ANDREWS!
As Philip announces his name, “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” plays across the speakers. The crowd are a little quieter, perhaps due to confusion. But once the Cold Blooded Killer steps out from behind the curtains, wielding his trusty baseball bat, the crowd are back in full swing, with a chorus of both boos and cheers a like. It seems the crowd still can’t make up their minds. Scott seems a little tense as he scours the arena, looking out for any signs of an ambushing Angelus. He cautiously makes his way to the ring and jumps on the apron. He is without his usual behaviours and just stands in the turnbuckle awaiting his opponents.
Philip: And the opponents. First, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 272 pounds, he is the Natural Born Killer, Lex De LaROCHA!
The crowd boo as “Dope Bitch” plays over the P.A. system. The usually cocky superstar now seems to just be plain pissed as he eyeballs Scott from the get go. He makes his way to the ring at a fast pace, and slides under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and immediately lunges for Scott. Scott lifts ‘Lucy’ above his head, ready to strike. Lex backs down for the time being, allowing Angelus to head to the ring before he’d try anything. Suddenly, the lights flicker, then go out. The crowd go quiet as the sound of thunder blasts the arena into anticipation.
Philip: And the final participant, from New Jersey’s “Pine Barrens”, weighing in at 340 pounds, Angelus KINCAID!
12 Figures appear on the Alphatron chanting around a gravestone as “Progenies of the Great Apocalypse” plays over the arena. The lights begin flickering as mist pours from the entrance ramp. Angelus steps out from behind the curtains. The crowd boo, but are still in awe of this entrance. He walks as the lightning flashes. Once at the apron, Scott and Lex back up to allow the giant to step over the rope and enter the ring.
The bell rings to start the match.
All three men stand in a triangle, awaiting the first move. Angelus looks the most calm out of the three, standing tall with his arms folded. He laughs. This sets off something in Scott as he rushes at him and jumps with a clothesline attempt. Angelus moves a little, but doesn’t fall. He instead lets out another low pitched chuckle. Lex looks at Scott and yells “This is how it’s done!”. He then hits Angelus with a clothesline of his own, which like Scotts, fails to bring Angelus down. Angelus continues his mocking by increasing the volume of his laughter. No-one likes to be laughed at, so Lex and Scott, in an unexpected but well worth it show of team work, both hit a clothesline simultaneously to take him off his feet. *Swerve* The crowd pop, but their outburst turn to boos as Scott immediately nails a middle kick to Lex, causing him to double over. No swerve for you. Scott runs back against the ropes as he heads towards Lex, but a large black boot comes in from the side and hits Scott square in the temple, causing him to head over the ropes to the outside. Angelus then moves over to Lex, who in an effort to save himself from the hands of the monster, pokes Angelus in the eyes. Angelus holds his eyes as Lex rolls to the outside. He stands and tries to regain his composure, but as he turns around he is met with a chair to the temple as Scott strikes his former partner down. Scott smirks as he assesses the damage done. He holds the chair up high and faces the audience who boo with a passion. But all Scotts fun is cut short as a large hand lowers itself from inside the ring and lifts Scott by the head onto the ring apron. Scott struggles to release Angelus’ grip, but to no avail. Angelus then clubs Scott in the back with a stiff lariat, causing him to fly into the guard rail.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: The Scarlet Assassin can fly!
Maxwell McNally: And it looks as though Angelus could take control of the match-up here.
Angelus lowers his monstrous frame over the ropes and to the mats. He grabs Scott and lifts him over his head in a Guerrilla Press. However, before Scott is dropped onto the guardrail, Lex comes from behind with the chair and whacks Angelus hard enough to allow Scott to fall backwards to the mats. Angelus turns around slowly, much to Lex’s surprise, and grabs him by the hair. He tosses Lex over the guardrail and into the crowd. The security pushes the excited crowd back as the two men (or maybe one man, one monster) begin to brawl on the outside. Much to the crowds delight, Scott is up and on the crowd barrier. He lifts an arm in the air and yells as he runs along the barrier and performs a flipping senton right into his opponents. All men lay scattered on the ground as the crowd begin what promises to be one of many faecal chants.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: All three men are laid out in the crowd! And where the hell did Scott pull that from?!
Maxwell McNally: He’s known for pulling out moves that aren’t usually in his arsenal, and tonight’s no different.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:51:36 GMT -5
The competitors have began moving again. Scott gets up and rolls himself over the barricade, back onto the mats. Lex follows as Angelus gets to one knee. The Scarlet Assassin makes his way around the ring as he looks under the ring for something. He pulls out a ladder, which allows a cheer to emanate from within the crowd. He begins to put it in through the second rope, which it teeters on. Angelus is now in the ring with Lex, who is approaching the ladder. Angelus goes up behind him and spins him around. He strikes him in the stomach which allows Angelus to lifts him onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Scott is on the apron, and he leans over the ladder to push it in, but Angelus drops Lex in a powerbomb onto the ladder, which causes it to ricochet off Scotts face. He tumbles to the mats as Lex grasps his back. Angelus goes for the cover.
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A close fall, but not the full three Angelus was hoping for. He lifts Lex to his feet and whips him against the ropes, as he tries to regain his momentum. Lex rebounds and is hit with a running lariat, which nearly takes his head off. The crowd wince as Lex lies motionless and Angelus attempts another cover.
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Not even a decapitating clothesline was enough to keep NBK down. Angelus seems miffed as to why Lex will not stay down even after two consecutive punishing moves. But none the less, he stands; no doubt ready to deliver another powerful one. But from the top turnbuckle, Scott dives and lands on Angelus’ back. He locks in a sleeper hold as he locks his legs around Angelus’ waist. Angelus sways from side to side to rid himself of this nuisance. But Scott manages to bring him down to one knee, slowly. Lex, on the other side of the ring, runs in from no where and nails a dropkick to Scotts face, causing him to break the hold and fall backwards. He then regains his footing and nails the hunched over Angelus with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Both Angelus and Lex are down, as Scott uses the ropes to get himself to his feet. He looks over and sees both Angelus and Lex are down, so he exits the ring by dropping and rolling out. He goes back around to the ladder he attempted to bring in earlier. It is still unfolded and on the ground. He picks it up and drags it around to the side in which the announce tables are located. He sets it up and climbs back into the ring. Both his opponents are now up. They trade punches in the middle of the ring. Scott runs back against the ropes. He then heads in their direction and jumps with a crossbody, but they turn to see him just in time. He lands in their arms, and they hurl him over the ropes to the floor. He lands hard, and another faecal chant is started.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: That’s gonna leave a bruise! Whoooeee!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:53:06 GMT -5
Angelus then immediately turns to Lex and grabs him by the hair. He pulls him to the side of the ring where Scott had entered previously. He tosses him over the top rope, and follows by climbing over the ropes and jumping to the ground. He bashes Lex’ head into the announce table as Eddie and Maxwell move their chairs back to avoid being in the action; they’d prefer to ‘call’ it. As Angelus pounds Lex’ head into the announce table for the second time, Scott’s head appears from the other side of the ring. He climbs into the ring and hobbles over to the other side where Angelus and Lex are. He climbs through the ropes and stands on the apron facing away from the two. He looks behind him to double check, and then he hoists his legs onto the ropes and flies backwards with a Thighsault. He lands on both Angelus and Lex who tumble over. Scott is certainly living up to his reputation for being opportunistic. He pins Lex.
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Scott rolls over to Angelus.
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He gets back to his feet, disappointed with not getting the pin, and pulls Lex up. He smacks Lex’ already battered head into the announce table, and then rolls him onto it. But before he can begin ascending the ladder, Angelus comes from behind with a chair shot to the face. Scott curls over, and drops to the mats. Angelus then turns his attention to Lex, who has now rolled off the table. Angelus drops the chair, but as he does this Lex gives him a nasty low blow. Angelus drops to one knee, and is nailed by a chair shot from Lex. Angelus drops even further; to the ground. Lex lifts the chair up in the air, almost mocking Scott from earlier in the match. The crowd boo, but once again their opinion changes as Scott comes from behind, now with red ‘face paint’ to match his attire, with ‘Lucy’, and nails Lex across the back. As the two other men lie on the ground, Scott reaches under the ring again and pulls out a table. He sets it up, albeit with a little bit of trouble adjusting the legs, but he gets there in the end. The fatigue is obvious at this point as Scott sways as he walks. He goes back to Lex and smashes his head against the ring post. Lex drops backwards and clutches his head. Red liquid begins dripping down the side of his face as Scott rolls him into the ring. Angelus is back on steady ground now, although he too looks a little beaten up, which is expected. Scott, now in the ring, makes his way to a rising NBK. He lifts him the rest of the way up and hits a slow Northern Lights Suplex Pin.
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…………………Angelus breaks up the pin.
Angelus lifts Scott up and tosses him into the turnbuckle. He hits a stiff strike, and another, although with sluggish motion. He then sits Scott onto the top turnbuckle. Lex comes from behind, but Angelus elbows him in the head, and he falls backwards. The monster then climbs the turnbuckle and Scott climbs right on top of ring post. Angelus is up high as well, and suddenly he grabs Scott by the throat. The crowd begin to cheer in excitement as they realise the table is still on the outside, and the position the two are in looks like a pretty good chance of it breaking. Angelus tightens his grip on Scotts neck and begins yelling at him through the mask. He then lifts him high in the air and drops him a good nine feet to the table on the outside, which shatters from force. Scott’s eyes glaze over as the crowd start yet another ‘Holy Shit’ chant. Angelus lets out a sort of war cry as he raises his hand. Lex is up again and he sets out to end the match. He gets the chair that was used at the start of the match and drops it on the ground in the middle of the ring. He goes over and picks up a seriously groggy Lex and hoists him over his shoulders in a crucifix position. The crowd know what’s coming, and he drives Lex onto the chair with a Gravedigger (Standing Crucifix Powerbomb).
“Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAAANGEEEROOOOOOOOUSSS!!!!!!11!122!21~
The crowd are sick of their faecal chants and so start a “This is awesome!” chant; a tribute to the hard work shown by all three of these individuals tonight. Angelus, still standing, looks over in amazement as an almost dead Scott Andrews jumps from the top of the ladder on the outside, all the way into the ring to absolutely obliterate the side of Angelus’ head with a leaping, mid-air Head Shot (Shin Saikyou High Kick). The crowd are in awe and begin going absolutely nuts as Scott rolls over Angelus.
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The crowd show their appreciation by clapping for the three men. The referee tries to raise Scotts hand in victory, but he is in no shape to stand. The EMT’s rush down to ringside to attend to each of the men involved in that action packed match. ACW cuts to a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:54:18 GMT -5
Segment: Bold words, Unforeseen Circumstances. (Credit: FSX)
As ACW returns from the most bizarre commercial related too a particular BBQ sauce, there is not a moment of silence in the arena as the alphatron lights up, and the grinning appearance of everyone's favorite Asian sensation, who is not residing in Japan, is seen walking down a hallway backstage. Fallen Souls return has more than likely effected quite a few people, but mostly it seems to have effected the number of wrestler's who's ego can give a steady competition to BK London himself on occasion. Surprisingly enough, there was actually a list..but this was all irrelevant to tonight.
What really appeared to be on his mind was his return to singles in-ring action. It having been a long few months since he'd actually fought a man one-on-one in the ring, it appeared that he was making his way to the dojo in the belly of ACW's labyrinth. After all, ring rust was not the proper way to go into a match with a Marvel super-villian...
?? : Hey! Fallen! Wait up!
Unfortunately, a minor distraction was bound to show up at sometime...and on this occasion, it happened to be a very familiar distraction. As Fallen turned to a slight bit of surprise, it only magnified a hundred times over when WILL ANGER, of all people, came into view. Loud cheers rang through the building, whilst somewhere a man who only goes to fallout is crying on his missed opportunity.
FSX: ...What....the...hell...? Will?....A-a-a-a-anger even...?
Anger: The one and only,man! The one and only! How have you been? I haven't really seen you around in so long!
FSX: ...Well, things have been good and all..but why are you here? I thought you were off conquering the Indy scene...have a match tonight?
Anger: Nope!
FSX: Then why are you?
Anger: To be honest, Biff contacted me over the weekend to come in and do a spot for the supershow Monday, but I wasn't able to make it.. So a few people pulled some strings so I'd end up running into you backstage! Then it was expected we'd catch up on old times, or something along those lines..
FSX:.....Uh....were you supposed to tell me this?
Anger: Tell you?..Oh DAMN! They'll deduct my pay for this!
As Will sobs in disbelief of how oblivious he'd just been, Fallen can only shake his head and grin, giving Anger a bit of a round of applauds.
FSX: Your a real work of art Will....Honestly...
Anger: Ah well, some things never change!..So, want to get a beer or something?
FSX: Sure, I don't see any problem with that....beside the fact that I'm booked for tonight and I haven't had it that. Oh, not to mention the fact I was about to go and train with Dwight. Oh, and the fact that I haven't drank since I thought I was a four-armed Mortal Kombat character..Oh, and the fact--
Anger: OK! OK! I get it...you could of stopped before you started, I mean..seriously....anyway, how about I come and train with you? Show off how good I've gotten!
Will begins on his way down the hallway toward the Dwight dojo, well Fallen stands there dumbfounded for a moment, before grinning and following him.
FSX: Why not? I'd love to watch Dwight actually kick someone's ass tonight.
He smirked to himself for a moment, before being hurried along by an overly-excited Will Anger. What else was to happen tonight? There'd already been one surprise appearence...would there be more? All these questions and more are to be answered, apparently, later on tonight, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 4, 2006 15:55:33 GMT -5
Segment: Introducing Nicholas (Credit: Nicholas Storm)
The camera opens on a moderate sized, well furnished room. While books can be seen lining a number of shelves and various notebooks and paper can be found on the large oaken desk only two chairs, and the men that occupy them, catch immediate attention. In one sits an older looking gentleman, dressed in suit and tie and holding in one hand a clip board which he writes on. In other sits a younger man, dressed in more casual street clothing and looks around with an expression of obvious day dreaming. The style of chairs make it clear the room is a psychiatrists office, and the two men are doctor and patient. After a moment of continued silence the older gentleman speaks.
Doctor: State your name please.
Patient: Hm? But you already kno-
Doctor: This is our first official appointment. It's is a good way to start.
Patient: Oh... right. I uh, don't remember.
Doctor: You don't remember your actual name, but you've been calling yourself...
Patient: Nicholas! Nicholas Storm.
Doctor: And where did you get this name from?
Nicholas: I dunno... made it up randomly.
The doctor silently writes down everything that's being said without looking up.
Doctor: Randomly. And how long have-
Nicholas: You didn't introduce yourself.
The doctor looks up from his clip board for the first time, revealing a short whitened beard, making his age more evident.
Doctor: I beg your pardon?
Nicholas: Well if we're pretending we don't know each other to make things official, you should share your name too.
Doctor: Oh. I'm Dr. Meadows.
Nicholas (Giving his best "professional" voice.): First name please Mr. Meadows. This IS official you know.
The old man gives a small laugh and smiles to his patient before doing as told.
Meadows: Ah, ofcourse. I am Doctor Daniel Meadows, psychiatrist here at the Westin Hills Sanitarium.
Nicholas: Seeeee, that wasn't hard at all. Ok, you can keep going now.
Meadows: Oh? I have your permission? Well then, Nicholas, what can you tell me about yourself?
Nicholas: Not much.
Meadows: And why is that?
Nicholas: Can't remember anything. Well, nothing before the coma anyway.
Meadows: Alright, then tell me about your coma.
Nicholas: Not much to say there either. Just know I woke up here one morning. Or afternoon, something like that. Anyway, the doctors that came in told me some stuff. Said I had been there in a completely comatose state for a few months. Apparently I was dumped off anonymously by someone when I was already out cold. No clue who I was before that, or what I did, or where I came from, or...
Nicholas continues to list of a series of things he can't remember, as Dr. Meadows continues writing onto his notepad until his patients ramblings begin to get more ridiculous.
Nicholas: Or my favorite seasoning on oriental prepared chicken or my favorite sexual posi-
Meadows: Nicholas... that's enough.
Nicholas: Ya sure? Because I think I can remember some more of things I don't remember.
Meadows laughs softly again.
Meadows: No no, that will do for now.
End Segment.
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