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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:43:35 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 1st February 2006
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------
The Golden Boy vs. Rich Richardson
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XS3 vs. Jeff Cassidy
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Nick Durden vs. The Rioters
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Thunderkiss vs. Conquistador #1
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Jake Cheng vs. Vladimir Rasputin
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Brimstone vs. Atomic Kitsune
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:46:54 GMT -5
Ragnarok is over, but ACW lives on, and the fans can’t wait to see what February will bring. The usual pomp and pyro gives way to the first of many segments….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:48:23 GMT -5
Segment: "Unbelievable"(Credit: Rattlesnake)
It was a concept Rattlesnake had to grasp. For once, he felt empty inside. He fought as best he could at Ragnarok, but it was to no avail. The chance to kick-start the year like he wanted to had fizzled right before his very eyes.
Sure he had experienced defeat before. But this time...this one time it just felt like it would dictate the entire year. It was like losing a match that you just couldn't possibly lose. It was a hard feeling to shake.
But what to do now? Chances are Scott is going for another shot at Chance...after all, BK couldn't leave the title alone until he got it. Scott's not the same as BK, but he has the same drive...the same determination.
Rattlesnake: It's unbelievable. I just can't believe it. I was there. I could have had the match won.
His demeanor just seemed to shift into "depressed mode" at that point. It was uncharacteristic of him. Then again, when he did do other uncharacteristic things over the past month. Things like teaming with AK and Latino...the discussion between him and AK. A lot of uncharacteristic things. The only difference between those times and now is that this one got to him just a little.
Rattlesnake: I don't know what to do now. Things seem to be going well for others. But what about me?
It's true others have had added success in their ACW careers. A lot of people have done a lot in their short careers. Rattlesnake knows that the 1-year mark is inching closer and he's about as close to his main goal as he was months ago. Thing of it is, he's not even ready for the World Championship. If Scott couldn't secure it, what makes Rattlesnake think he could right now?
A lot of doubt riddles his mind. Unsure of many things. A lack of advice seems to be what he gets from everyone he knows.
Rattlesnake: I've always been sure of things. Emperor of the Ring...my shot at the International Championship...my abilities. But I just can't help the one key thing that seems to hang over my shoulder. What to do now?
Some would say for him to take time off. If he's unsure of what he needs to do, he should take some time off and try to find himself...find the one spark that brought him to ACW. In other words, a complete rejuvenation.
Others might say to just go for it all. Use the damn title shot before it goes disappears. Face Chance and take the title from him.
Decisions...decisions. Just trying to think of what he could do didn't seem to help. It left more questions and more doubt than answers and hope.
Rattlesnake: I have to figure this out. I have to figure out what I'm going to do.
You could say that he now lies at a crossroad. Multiple paths lie in front of him, each with good and bad consequences. The one thing he knew he had to do was decide what to do.
Maybe he could approach the guys in the Senatorial Stable. It's not like they'd lie to him. They respect him. They would support him in whatever he did. They would understand what he's going through and they could offer advice.
Rattlesnake: Maybe it's finally time. Maybe it's time I threw in the towel. Maybe I should save my dignity and end it here.
He knew the time would be coming soon. All the pain and agony he had gone through was starting to take it's toll.
Maybe now it was time to do the unimaginable...the unbelievable...the unexpected.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:48:52 GMT -5
Segment: Unfinished busi- (Credit: Jeff Cassidy)
The shot cuts back to ringside, and our favorite announce team.
Edison: Hello everyone, and welcome back to ACW Meltdown. Eddy Edison with Max McNally alongside, and Max, we are going to have a rematch here tonight of something that happened almost 3 weeks ago.
McNally: That's right Eddy, tonight we see "The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy face XS3 in a match which stems from the finish of their triple threat match 2 weeks ago on Warfare, which saw XS3 save Cassidy from a loss, but managed to win the match.
Edison: Now two weeks ago on Meltdown, Cassidy said he wanted to face XS3 in a rematch of a match in which he thought he should have won.
"How do you Like Me Now?!" by Toby Keith hits the speakers, and a loud chorus of boo's begin to fill the arena. "The Enforcer" Jeff Cassidy steps out from behind the curtain, wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt with the words "IT DOESN'T MATTER..." printed across the front.
McNally: Speak of the devil Eddy, look who it is.
Edison: Yep, it's ACW's own Enforcer, Jeff Cassidy.
Cassidy stands in front of the Alphatron, looking around the arena and nodding his head in satisfaction at the loud boos he's recieving. He walks down to the ring in a cocky manner, stopping at the stairs into the ring. He looks around the arena once again, before slowly getting into the ring and proceeding to climb a turnbuckle. He points at a few fans before returning to the ring and asking for a microphone.
Edison: Looks like "The Enforcer" wants to say something.
McNally: What do you think he has to say Eddy.
Edison: I don't know Max, but it probably has something to do with his match against XS3 tonight.
The Enforcer grabs a microphone from one of the ringside crew members. He stands in the center of the ring, and raises the microphone to his mouth...
Cassidy: THE ENFORCER HAS ARRIVED!!!
The boos from the crowd begin to start up again.
Cassidy: Hehehe, now that "The Enforcer" has your attention, I have something to bring to your attention.
Cassidy pauses, while some of the fans start to boo again.
Cassidy: You see, tonight I return to in ring action against XS3. Now lets look at the match card.
Cassidy pulls out a peice of paper from his pants pokcet, which contains the match card for tonight. he begins to run his finger up and down the card looking for his match
Cassidy: Let's see...hmm...oh, there it is. XS3 vs jack Cassidy...
Cassidy gets a very annoyed look on his face.
Cassidy: JACK CASSIDY. JACK CASSIDY. ITS JEFF CASSIDY, for the last time, JEFF CASSIDY. What is so hard about Jeff. Is it because there's two F's in it. Or because theres a F after an E. I don't know what it is. And you know what?
The crowd responds with a loud WHAT?!
Cassidy: I bet not a single one of you fans even noticed. I can't beleive that you people can't even remember my name. But of course, what can I expect from a bunch of pea brains like you...
The crowd begins to boo loudly.
Cassidy: But you people aren't all to blame. ACW are the one's to blame. They can't remember my name, and I'm a FRICKI'N three time World Heavyweight Champion. Yeah that's right, and I bet you people didn't even know that. You know what, just because you people in the back can't seem to remeber my name, and the fan's in attendence can't seem to remember it either, tonight, I'm going to show you just who "The Enforcer" really is. He's one of the best wrestlers on the planet, and he's going to destroy anyone who stands in his path. That includes Jack Nolton, and yes, that even includes you XS3.
The fans cheer loudly at the mention of XS3's name.
Cassidy: ALL OF YOU JUST SHADDUP. What does XS3 have that I don't have. I'll tell you what, luck. Just luck. Plain and simple, that's the only reason he won that match 2 weeks ago. And tonight, I'm going to show him, and every single one of you that "The Enforcer" might have lost the battle, but XS3 your going to lose the war. And tonight will be my first victory in a one-sided war that will be dominated by me. So XS3, you can run, and you can hide, but now matter what...The Enforcer's gonna find you...
Cassidy drops the microphone and walks back to the entrance way, looking servely pissed off from tonights speech.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:49:55 GMT -5
Segment: "The Dark Hero Who Overcomes Tragedy: Disavowal" (Credit: Nick D)
Open with an overhead shot of Nick Durden lying on the couch and clutching a photo in his right hand. His intense glare could burn a hole into the picture. His chest heavily heaves up and down with each fierce breath. Crunched up beer cans and empty pizza boxes litter the floor. The camera descends upon him and spins around to reveal the image imprinted on the photo: Nick and Renix side by side smiling brightly at the camera. It was taken on the night of their first date in the photo booth at the carnival. After gazing intently upon it a while longer, he viciously crunches it up in his right hand and hurls it away to the side. Suddenly, a knocking at the door catches his attention. With an aggravated sigh, Nick rises to his feet and walks over to the door. When he opens it, he’s none too pleased to be greeted by the sight of Renix Williams.
Nick: You got some nerve to be showing up here, you know that?
Renix: Nick, can we please try to talk about this?
Nick: No. Because, see, I’ve already tried to talk to you. When I told you to stay the hell away from my match, remember? That was all I needed to say, and you didn’t seem to be interested in that message, so goodbye.
Renix: Nick, please try to understand. I did it because I was scared for you.
Nick: Do I look like a fucking child to you? You aren’t my mother. My mother is dead. She’s been dead, and she’s lying in a pit of dirt rotting away.
Renix: Look, I know that match was important to you, and you have to believe that it hurt me to do what I did.
Nick lunges forward and viciously grabs hold of Renix’s throat, seeking to choke the life out of her. Renix, unwilling to hurt someone she still cares about, doesn’t fight back.
Nick: What, you mean like this? Did it hurt as much as this?
Renix frantically nods her head, and Nick releases her. Renix staggers backward and as she gasps for air, tears begin streaming down her face. She’s appalled at this side of Nick she couldn’t even imagine existed.
Nick: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE! Everything, ruined because you couldn’t keep your nose out of my business!
Renix grabs her chest and coughs a few times.
Nick: To think how it could’ve been had I never stretched out my hand to take you into my wretched life. How I curse that day.
Renix’s rage suddenly boils up and over the top and with a deluge of tears still flooding her eyes, she launches a stiff slap straight across Nick’s face. Nick is taken slightly by surprise. He too never knew Renix had this side to her, but his shock wears off soon as he reaches to ensnare Renix by the throat again. Renix tries to retaliate this time, but she’s too despondent to do so effectively and only manages to feebly club Nick in the arm a few times. Nick releases her, being sure to shove her backward so she falls to the ground.
Nick: Forget it. You’re not even worth it.
With that, Nick slams the door behind him, leaving Renix a bawling mess to wallow in her own misery.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:51:19 GMT -5
Match 1: The Golden Boy vs. Rich Richardson (Credit: TGB)
A Generic Southern Guitar beat plays on the loud speakers and Rich Richardson comes out to the ring. He is wearing short red tights with the confederate battle flag pattern on the back, and red boots. The fans give a little pop for the ring vet as he races to the ring and stands in the middle giving a little arm raise for one extra pop. When his music dies out the fans are left waiting for his opponent.
Just as the fans get restless the beautiful Bianca Sky walks out on the ramp to the approval of male viewers getting plenty of whistles. One fan is even waving a sign that says “Bianca, I’ll take you to the Sky” She is handed a mic, which she raises to her mouth.
Sky: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, I would now like to introduce to you the opponent tonight. Standing 6 foot 7 inches and weighing in at 300 pounds, hailing from Florida. He is the future of ACW, making his debut tonight! He is your hero envy and your hero. He is my man, he is, THE GOLDEN BOY!!!!
With that smoke fills the ramp and “Beautiful Day” by U2 blasts on the speakers as the lights fade out and spotlights start dancing around the arena. The lyrics kick in and Bianca signals towards the entrance
“You're out of luck And the reason that you had to care The traffic is stuck And you're not moving anywhere You thought you'd found a friend To take you out of this place Someone you could lend a hand In return for grace”
All the spot lights going through the arena stop on the entrance ramp as the fog clears and The Golden Boy is left standing with his arms spread and a smirk on his face.
“It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away”
He starts to saunter down the ramp wearing his black and dark purple robe and his matching colored trunks and boots. He uses the ring steps to slowly ascend to the ring and when he gets in poses for the crowd. Bianca walks in the ring behind him and then seductively removes his robe as TGB poses for the cameras. He then walks over to Richardson and goes to shake his hand but Richardson is smarter than that and shakes him off. TGB goes like his going to leave before turning and smacking Richardson in the mouth.
DING….DING…DING
The bells sounds before Rich can even regain his composure and TGB is on him like a lion on his prey. He grabs Richardson and knees him in the gut not once, not twice, but three times before flooring him with a massive boot to the head. He quickly picks him up and grabs him in a front face lock and lifts him up for an elevated DDT. The crowd boo’s as TGB walks around the ring gloating over his opponent. He picks up Richardson who has recovered enough to nail TGB with back to back European Uppercuts. With his opponent stunned, Richardson bounce of the ropes and hits a diving cross body! Now Richardson climbs the ropes and seems to be going for another one! As TGB gets up he dives off the top rope but is caught by TGB who plants him with a Triple Rib Breaker. As Richardson gets to his feet TGB EXPLODES off the ropes and hits a forearm smash that causes Richardson to flip in the air!
Now TGB knows he has control so he signals for the end. He bends his knees and gets ready to hit his finisher. While Richardson climbs ever so slowly to his feet TGB wait patiently stalking him from behind. Finally Richards is standing and TGB pounces grabbing him and nailing The Golden Glow (Sitout full nelson slam) sending shock waves up Richardsons spine and leaving him motionless and drooling as TGB puts one foot on his chest and the ref slides in……
ONE…TWO…THREE
Bianca grabs the mic and gets in the ring raising TGB’s hand as the music starts to play.
Sky: AND YOUR WINNER……T-----G------B!!
Bianca and TGB share a sloppy kiss in the middle of the ring as the fans fill the arena from top to bottom with boo’s. After they are done kissing ACW’s Golden Couple turn and exit the ring strutting up the ramp and out of sight as medics go to check on Rich Richardson and fans talk amongst themselves about the “match” they just witnessed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:51:55 GMT -5
"Ragnar-rocked" (Credit: Senatorial Stable, Rattlesnake for title)
The scene opens to the Senatorial Office where Senator Steve Phillips sits in his chair. Freeman, Scott, Wyvern, and Rattlesnake all sit in their respective chairs, each with a different look upon their faces.
The Senator looks at each member and feels a bit distraught. But before Senator can say what he wants, Rattlesnake jumps to his feet. All eyes seem to turn and stare at him.
Rattlesnake: Ragnarok wasn't the night we all had hoped for. Disaster came about for three of us. Victory decided to side with Wyvern and his team that night. Jason defended his title as best he could, but Jonny just had his number. I almost had Blood, Guts, and Glory won...but I came up short. Scott was mere seconds away from the World Championship, but it wasn't meant to be.
Freeman and Scott just seemed to get a little irritated at Rattlesnake's minor "assessment" of how their matches turned out. Rattlesnake could see this, so he decides to go about it another way.
Rattlesnake: What I see is that the Senatorial Stable is getting run down by everyone. We were the Best Stable of 2006 and that plaque we have is proof of that. So what's the deal guys? Are we just going to let this all happen or are we going to do something about it?
Freeman: I'll admit that Jonny beat me there...yeah...but don't worry. It's not over. It is definitely not over. I mean...just because he beat me once, does not mean that he's better than me. I know that I can beat him.
Rattlesnake: One thing about you is that you're always fired up. If you can maintain that mentality, you'll regain your title. Bring it back to the Senatorial Stable.
Scott: I can't believe I blew my chance, excuse the pun, to capture the World Title...I've just been worried about Jessie, y'know? She's still in hospital. I know I can't let things like this interfere with business, but it's my wife-to-be we're talking about here. I can't help it. But thanks to Senator I've regained some of that focus I lost that night. The loss only helped remind me to not let anything, no matter how important, to get in the way of a victory.
Rattlesnake: You put up a hell of an effort against the World Champion. You've been in the stable longer than me Scott. You're one of the go-to guys when we need something done. Right now is one of those times. Don't worry about what happened with Chance. I want to see the same spark I saw in you when the Cold Blooded Killers ruled the Tag Team division.
Wyvern: Indeed. Despite the stable's hiccups last Saturday, let's keep it in perspective, that as a collective unit, no one can overcome us. Scott, you came into your own this month. Truth be told, I think you've raised the bar in the World Title scene here in the ACW. Chance hardly got the upperhand, and you held your own against such a destructive force. Freeman, you honored the title well. However, transfigure the disappoint you have into focus, and before you know it, you'll be right back in the title's good graces. And Rattlesnake, you did a great job against Top Draw and Kudo. So what if the victory didn't land? Ragnarok was a stumbling block -- a stepping stone in disguise. Good job, guys.
Rattlesnake: Wyvern, you did well at Ragnarok. You've always impressed me, especially all the way back at Omega Effect II when we went head-to-head. Use what you did to help skyrocket you to what we all are focusing on...the World Championship.
Senator: Indeed. We all have that belt in our sights. Unlike many in ACW, our Stable also has the tools to take it. So long as none of us let the lure of gold allow our foes divide and conquer, it will be ours for the taking. Not without hard work, and a solid plan, mind you...
Rattlesnake: Words of wisdom we should all take to heart. Leave it to Senator here to put things into proper perspective. This is why he is one of the leaders of the Senatorial Stable. I don't consider myself as one since I was never officially named one by Hunter. It was only temporary.
Everyone looks at Rattlesnake as he looks to be a bit rundown. Some concern seems to linger in the room as Rattlesnake starts to pace from wall to wall, thinking about what should be discussed next.
He stops and then looks towards the group. He nods and sighs.
Rattlesnake: There's just one more thing I wanted to talk about.
At that point everyone's hearts seem to stop in unison.
Freeman: You aren't...leaving, are you?
Rattlesnake looks at Freeman.
Rattlesnake: What? NO! This is something I have to discuss with you. Gather round guys. This is something we can't exactly let everyone else know about.
Confused, but compliant, everyone gets up from their chairs and walks over to Rattlesnake where he talks about what he needs to. The sound is inaudible, but the reactions from the rest of the Senatorial Stable seem to be positive.
Wyvern: Gotcha. No, it's quite alright. I support you.
Scott: That's cool, man. Very cool. The Scarlet Assassin has your back.
Freeman: Yeah, I definitely agree.
Senator: Solid plan, and I believe that taking the initiative is the right thing to do.
Rattlesnake: I'm glad you all approve. It shows that it's the right course of action. So, that's all I have to say. Unless Senator has anything to add, I'd say we're done and the time to rebound from our disaster at Ragnarok should begin now.
Senator: Disaster? I saw that, even from the clutches of defeat, we still managed to pull out without being completely swept on the field of battle. Not all of us walked away victorious, but we all emerged a bit wiser, and somewhat more unified. Now, let us not mourn our percieved failures, but instead, I propose that we walk to the future with a vision of strength and unity in mind.
Rattlesnake: As I suspected. Guys, let's show everyone the true greatness of the Senatorial Stable. Let's lead this stable into a golden age! This group needs rejuvenation and we're the ones to do it! So let's go out there and by god, let's get it done!
Everyone agrees emphatically and they just seem to charge out of the Senatorial Office with a mission. Senator and Rattlesnake stand there and shake hands. They both leave the office as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:53:49 GMT -5
Segment: The Uninvited Guest (Credit: Hunter)
Personally, I think that there are three things that link every single person in the world:
1. We all think we are above average drivers.
2. We all think that we are at least moderately superior to everyone else around us.
3. We all have family issues.
But, of course, there are exceptions. In a fit of hysteric irony, I am an exception to the first, as I don't think I can drive worth a damn...which does explain the reason why Tom is always the driver. Of those three, the one that I most identify with is the third. Although legally I'm an adult and I'm supposed to take care of myself, I seem to find that my step-father does it for me...or did, rather. My real father died before I was born. As I understand it, it was a simple car accident, and given that the drivers of both cars did not survive, and there were no witnesses, it was impossible to tell whose fault it was. My mother raised me until she met Billy the Bull, and she married him when I was no more than three, since I cannot recall their wedding (three is when the childhood memories begin). He lovingly helped raise me until eventually my mother died when I was eleven. So now I was in the good care of one of the most important and dangerous hitmen in the mafia. To say that my upbringing was normal is...well...it's a fucking lie.
It should come to no surprise that my step-father is the reason why I'm in this business in the first place. When a member of your family, regardless of relative blood, is in such a dangerous and seductive business, it's virtually impossible for one to pursue any other course. He taught me how to shoot around the age of twelve, and then got me my first job working in James' restaurant around sixteen. Thing is, since I've been so busy with the whole "killing shit" business, I haven't had the proper chance to spend time with a man who I virtually consider to be my father in the first place. And so of course that explains the reason why I'm standing before his door with a grin on my face. I haven't seen him in some three years, despite hearing about his final exploits. He's getting a bit too old right now, I think, and so he might have to retire soon. But then again, no one ever leaves this business.
Billy Billy Bi-Bill-Bill-Bi-Bi-Illy!
The door bursts open and flies directly into my cheek, sending me flying to the dusty surface of his porch, and within a second I have a shotgun pointed in my face. I look up at its carrier, and I smile. Billy the Bull does not return the favor.
Billy: Don't fucking do that to me, kid.
He grabs my arm with his free hand and lifts me up, and then examines my stricken cheek.
Billy: Fuck's sake, you bleed like a woman.
Thanks for that.
He shakes his head and re-enters the house, and I follow suit, closing the door behind me. He puts the shotgun down to the side and then enters the nearby bathroom, and emerges soon after with a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Billy: Hold still.
I close my eyes and let him wipe the cut with a small pad of rubbing alcohol. He closes the bottle and points at a chair, and I sit down quietly.
Billy: What brings you here?
What, I can't visit?
Billy: Well you can, obviously. But I haven't seen you in three years, so naturally I assume there's a reason. Money?
He sits down with a cocked eyebrow, and I smirk.
Definitely not, James has kept my pockets full, I can assure you of that.
James' name makes him twitch slightly, but he presses on with his questions.
Billy: Still working for him, then? I thought you grew out of it.
Killing people?
There's a brief silence.
Billy: Yeah.
You thought it was a phase?
Billy: For you, yes.
But you've been doing it like...forty years!
Billy: I'm aware of that. But I expect more from you.
Well what the hell else can I do? I have no skills or hobbies, I live and breathe for my job.
He puts his face in his hands and then looks up at me again.
Billy: ...I just don't want you to make the same mistakes I made.
What the hell are you talking about? You're one of the best hitmen of all time and you know it. How is that a mistake?
Billy: It wasn't the right choice for me...it just took me almost half a century to realize it.
Billy, man, what are you talking about?
His looks becomes sharper and sterner, and he snaps at me.
Billy: Don't belittle me, kid. Maybe right now you don't get it, but eventually you will. This job isn't as great as you think it is, and unfortunately for you, you'll learn it the hard way. It's worse for me, though, since I'll have to watch you suffer.
This hits a nerve within me, and for whatever reason I decide to shout. I'll regret it for months.
Have you lost your fucking mind? This is the greatest and easiest job in the world, and there isn't a single thing I'd rather do!
Billy: Don't you raise your fucking voice at me!
I instantly fall back into silence. There's a reason why those who know him fear him.
Billy: I killed a guy for James about a month ago, and right after I did it, I felt...terrible. I didn't feel human, and I sure as hell didn't feel good about it like I used to. I was disgusted with myself. But I didn't tell James that, because I know that he wouldn't have been pleased. But now I realize telling him would've been the lesser of two evils.
What do you mean?
Billy: He gave me another guy to bump off a couple of weeks ago...and I couldn't do it. The guy got away, and James has some younger people working on him at the moment.
You're...kidding! Billy the Bull doesn't choke!
I didn't even know it was possible for him to become sterner that he already was.
Billy: I didn't fucking choke...I just didn't want to do it anymore.
He gave up? Billy the motherfucking Bill gave up? I don't believe that for a second.
Billy: The problem is that I know I'll have to suffer the consequences of my actions...and I also know that eventually you'll hit this spot.
Whatever you say.
I get up slowly, and he suddenly springs at me and pins me against the wall. Normally, his head would be on the other side of the room for doing something like that, but I have a bit too much respect for him.
Billy: Do NOT underestimate what I'm telling you...you'll understand that I'm right soon enough. I could've lead a normal life that didn't have any suffering involved...but I chose to take the more exciting life. I don't want you to go through any of this...
I grab him and push him away, then walk over to the door with a sly smirk on my face.
When Mom died, you became responsible for me. When I became an adult, you became a friend and nothing more. And Lord knows I don't listen to the advice of my friends.
He hangs his head, but I'm not too sure why.
See you later, old man.
Before I slam the door shut behind me, I can see him fall back in his chair, completely torn. I think I can label that a job well done. After all, who is he to tell me what is and isn't right?
Knock, Knock
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:54:36 GMT -5
Segment: "Pleasantries Aside" (Credit: BK & Kudo)
The camera pans throughout the crowd, who are anticipating the next segment on the ACW program, they definitely aren't surprised once they hear the sound of "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z. The once again changed theme of BK London sends a jolt of cheers throughout the crowd and stepping onto the stage, to a larger magnitude of cheers, is BK London himself.
Wearing his street clothes and sunglasses, he struts down to the ring and the camera closes on the huge bandage above the lens of the sunglasses, probably concealing the stitches from his match at Ragnarok.
He steps up on the apron and into the ring before getting on the mic and begins to cut on promo.
BK: You know, it feels good to be back in front of an ACW audience without worrying about getting my ass handed to me by anyone tonight. I just came off a big win at Ragnarok, so Ginger decided to give me - the night off. But I knew I wasn't going to just leave the ACW arena without chatting it up with all the BK London fans here tonight!
A roar of cheers emerges from the crowd and camera quickly pan to any BK London/Top Draw signs they can find.
BK: But you know, now that this whole Latino/AK/Rattlesnake ordeal is all over, I should get back to what I came back for - and that's gold. You see, there are some people in ACW who think they're, how can I put this, "too good to hold gold". And as most of you know, I'm basically the total opposite, I LOOOOVE gold around my waist. It, it almost empowers me, so that's why over the weekend I decided to make a challenge to a certain champion, the Light Heavyweight Champion. But I did think of those other champions to you see...I thought of the Entertainment Champion, Jonny Spade. The blandest of the bland. I mean sure, he's a good wrestler - not better than me - but he can hold his own in the ring. But the man has the charisma of a rotten tree stump. Then I thought of, Starkweather...the man who has become one of the most feared men in ACW because, well frankly he's a crazy and vicious son of a bitch. But I couldn't put my finger of who he reminded me of, like someone I've faced before. He strikes fear in the hearts of wrestlers, doesn't really like to wear gold, loves to kick ass and take names, white pasty skin...he reminds me of SOMEONE, but I just can't put my finger on it.
Small chants of Ridley break through the crowd and BK winks at that small section before continuing his promo.
BK: Ah well, best not hurt myself trying to solve this issue. And then I came to the big grand daddy of them all, Vicious Animalistic Big Sexy Chance Emmerson. The man who has destroyed wrestlers left and right in ACW, who has left a trail of broken bodies and dreams behind him on his way to the top. A man who looks absolutely unstoppable at the moment. And then I really thought of it, "Should BK London face his biggest challenge for the ACW Championship ever?".
"BK-Chance" *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap* sounds throughout the arena and BK takes notice.
BK: But then I thought, you know, I just came back after being away for 3 months, I'll deal with him and take his strap in the process down the line. So then came one champion left, one champion I know very well, one champion who I have exchanged wins and losses with like a hot potato, Kudo Yasuda. Out of all the wrestlers in ACW, I have the most respect for him because he truly loves what he does inside the ring. An-
"Poison's" heavy guitar intro interrupts BK in mid phrase as the fans let out scattered cheers for the ACW Light Heavyweight champion, currently making his way down to the ring. BK turns his head and watches Kudo as he heads between the ropes and is handed the mic by BK London.
Kudo: You can stop right there. While I enjoy praise as much as anyone else, I'm afraid that it's a bit out of turn in this situation. It is quite true that both you and I have met here in this ring in the past, hell, even the recent past. But it's been a while since you and I fought against each other, 1 on 1. The last time we did it I seem to remember barbed wire piercing through my skin and lacerating my knee!
The crowd cheers at the memory of that match as BK shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
Kudo: I've accomplished quite a bit in my young career but praise seems...inadequate, doesn't it? I want what words cannot offer me anymore. You respect me, I respect you, respect goes a long way...but it doesn't go the whole way. Pleasantries aside I want what your praise cannot give me, and that is a singles victory over BK London, and I'm going to do it on my terms this time.
Kudo steps in front of BK's face and stares him down. The mood suddenly changes to serious as they both look on.
Kudo: You're going down the list of champions here in ACW looking for a challenge, and you've definitely found it by going after me. I'm no longer the rookie that faced you over a year ago, so you can and better expect the best going after my title...And I know you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Poison" hits again as the fans let out a string of cheers, mixed reactions going for both men but ultimately all positive cheers for the surely PPV quality match set next week for ACW TV. Kudo hands BK back the mic politely and rolls out of the ring as BK watches him head up the ramp and into the back with the Light Heavyweight title sliding with him.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:55:06 GMT -5
Segment: Celebration (Credit: TGB)
The camera switches to the Golden Boys locker room where TGB, Bianca, and the Silent Warriors, Wild Thing and Steele, are whooping and celebrating TGB’s impressive debut victory. The three men pop open champagne bottles letting it spray all over the place. As they excitedly discuss the match Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson appears on camera with a mic.
Anderson: TGB I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time to get some of your thoughts on your impressive debut?
TGB: Thoughts? You want my thoughts? Let me tell you what I think, better yet let me tell you what I know. I know I just went out there and dominated Richardson in my debut match. I know that I am the best that ACW has to offer, and I know that I made everyone take notice of that tonight!
Anderson: It was a pretty impressive victory, how does it feel to pick up your first win in ACW?
TGB: See Kevin, what you don’t seem to realize is I have NEVER lost a match in my whole career. So you ask me how this one feels? It feels like just another day in the spot light. I just expanded my domination territory tonight. 1-0 in ACW and the zero isn’t gonna change.
Anderson: Some say ego is going to be your eventual downfall, what do you say to these skeptics?
TGB: Kev, you make laugh buddy. What you people mistake for “ego” and cockiness is actually mere confidence. And I have EVERY right to be confident. If any of these people had had half the talent and ability that I have they would be confident too. Don’t hate me because I was born good looking, physically fit, and good at what I do. Hate your parents for not having better genes!
Anderson: Bianca, do you feel your prescence at ringside played a significant role in TBG's victory today?
Bianca: I hope so! I would do ANYTHING to make sure my man is successful, and by anything I mean anything. Everyone is always out to screw over beautiful people like us, but I won’t let that happen. Not to my baby!
Anderson: And finally Wild Thing and Steele, what do you guys think about the man you are entrusted with protecting?
Wild Thing and Steele just stare at Anderson, their blank expressions making him feel uncomfortable as he visibly squirms under their hard gaze.
TGB: Umm...Kevvo, pal, they're called the Silent Warriors for a reason.
Anderson: Oooook. Finally, my last question, why do you insist on people calling you TGB instead of your real name, Rick White? What is it that bothers you so much about it?
TGB lunges at Anderson who stumbles backwards, fear taking hold of him. Bianca reacts quickly, grabbing TGB's arm to prevent him from doing anything stupid in the heat of the moment.
TGB: THAT IS NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!
Bianca whispers something to the irate TGB before turning to face the terrified interviewer.
Sky: You should REALLY try not to call him that. It’s a personal thing with him. You clearly didn't see what happened to the last interviewer who used him real name. I don’t want that to be you, you're kinda cute.
Bianca moves in and places her hand on Kevin's chest giving him a slow kiss on the cheek. He smiles for half a second before TGB breaks the champagne bottle over his head! The crowd lets out a uniform “GASP” as he crumbles to the floor. The shock rapidly turns to boos as the Silent Warriors pick up Anderson and hold him while TGB mockingly slaps him in the face whilst the whole group laugh. The Warriors drop Anderson on the ground as TGB grabs Jones’ abandoned mic off the floor before turning to stare down the camera.
TGB: Take notice people, if you didn’t get the point from my utter dominance in my match tonight and you're somehow too stupid to work it out after this then I'll spell it out for you; I do what I want, when I want, and there is NOBODY in ACW who comes even close to HALF my talent. I have never been beaten and I don’t plan on starting now. I am a god among mortals and if you can’t keep up, just follow the trail of gold, cuz I’m moving up and I’m moving fast. The future is here, the future is now, the future is T----G-----B
With that TGB, Bianca, and the Silent Warriors walk out as the medics rush in to attend to the unconcious figure of Kevin Anderson.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:55:44 GMT -5
Match 2: XS3 vs. Jeff Cassidy (Credit: XS3)
This match was made a couple weeks ago when Jeff Cassidy made a challenge to XS3. The match finally took place tonight, much to the delight of the fans. Once the bell rang, both men tried to prove their in-ring superiority to one another from the get-go. XS3 managed to avoid an early attempt at the Torture Bomb as he slipped behind Cassidy and caught him with a pinning back suplex. Cassidy got out before three and was whipped into the corner. However, XS3 underestimated the experience of Cassidy, who stuck his boot up when XS3 charged at him and then took him out with The Charge (Spear). Cassidy hoped that would end the match early but alas, XS3 kicked out just in the nick of time.
Cassidy then took control of the match from here, toying with XS3 at one point before connecting with a headbutt. Christine cheered for her husband to win but Cassidy told her to shut up. XS3 ducked under the Boot from Beyond and sprang off the ropes, knocking Cassidy back towards the ropes with a flying forearm smash. XS3 then tried it again, hoping to knock Cassidy out of the ring but all he got for his efforts was the Memphis Slam (Triple H-style spinebuster) for a 2.9 count. Cassidy became frustrated as he whipped XS3 off the ropes. He attempted a sideslam but XS3 managed to slip out of it and connect with the Closing Moment (Belly to belly overhead suplex). Christine got the crowd on XS3's side by pounding the apron for her man.
XS3 then got up to his feet at the same time Cassidy did and took the fight to him with some stiff-looking knife edge chops followed by a double arm DDT. Cassidy managed to kick out of that move as well as a northern lights suplex, a counter for one of Cassidy's clotheslines. Cassidy managed to get the upper hand once more, however, by connecting with the Full-Impact (three punches and a clothesline) and then going to the top rope, connecting with the Enforcer's Elbow. Instead of going to pin, Cassidy wanted to prove a point so he picked up XS3 and set him up for the Torture Bomb.
Christine had other plans, however, as she grabbed Cassidy's foot, pleading not to connect with the move. Cassidy just smirked and brought his foot forward, dragging Christine into the ring. A rage then awakened inside XS3 once he saw his wife in the ring and he broke free from the torture rack and shoved Cassidy forward. Once Cassidy turned around, XS3 connected with the Shadow Step and scored the 1-2-3. The crowd cheered for XS3 while Cassidy left the ring, pissed off at what just happened.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 16:58:15 GMT -5
Segment: "The Dark Hero Who Overcomes Tragedy: Justice" (Credit: Nick D)
They say life’s not fair. Last time I checked, it seems they were right. One moment, you’re in the top of the mountain, about to have yours and your friend’s name declared the pinnacle of ACW’s tag team division. The next thing I know, I’m within a living nightmare, trying but failing to help him when needed me the most. That night, after the EMT’s took Mick to the hospital, I couldn’t help but to shed tears. I felt so pathetic, so weak…and so helpless…for not having been able to help Mick.
As the cameras go out and Nick Durden holds his hands together in thought near a hospital bed, we can hear Mick snoring…sleeping so innocently, even though his neck is in a cast and he’ll be sidelined. His big debut…only to be marked by another setback.
At that moment, Nick could see the living nightmare, the snake and the rotten fiend huddled together within his mind. There was only one thing left to do…
NICK Life’s pretty screwed up at times, isn’t it?
One moment, you’re at the top of the mountain…the next; you’re helplessly forced to watch your next friend falling down from it. And you can’t help but to blame yourself...
Nick’s head falls lower, as those words echo out of his mouth.
NICK Maybe if the both of us had ignored the Rioters, simply greeted each other and walked away...maybe if I hadn’t opened my big, fat mouth. Maybe if I hadn’t told them the truth...
Maybe then, we both wouldn’t have to be here.
But it did. And with it, as I helped take you to the hospital, I wondered why it was happening. Why? Why now? What did we do to deserve such a fate?
Nick pauses again, using his feet to bring himself and his chair nearer to Mick’s hospital bed.
NICK And then, I get to sit down in that lobby room and wait impatiently, as the doctors work on you. I get to sit down, tap my feet repeatedly against the floor, both hands to my head and it gets to me...what The Rioters have been doing all along. What they play upon...
They play upon the people who seek redemption.
Another pause here, as Nick raises his head a bit higher now.
NICK I am someone who fights to prove I am the very best, a man who’s been having some unlucky streaks as of late.
I...said a lot of things that may have brought me upon this mess. That have brought Mick to this hospital bed. That may have brought the wrath of the Rioters upon my shoulders. And while I feel guilty about each of those things now…I can’t just sit here and cry about it!
Nick stands up to his feet fully, his right hand clenching itself into a fist as he looks upwards onto the ceiling of the hospital.
NICK Throughout my years, I have fought and fought. Sometimes, I fought for acceptance, sometimes to prove a statement, sometimes to win a title. But never in my years, have I truly fought for one thing…
Justice!
Another deep breath is taken in, naturally. His body seems to be used to doing that before making big statements.
NICK Justice can have a lot of meanings...for Muslims, it may mean driving the Americans or any other threat out of their Holy Lands. To the parents of a dead man, it may mean seeing its killer sentenced to life without parole or death.
But, to me, it’s about making things right. It’s about taking what the Rioters did to Michael Ghail and shoving it back in their faces ten times as hard.
And most importantly...it’s about making sure that something like this NEVER happens again! And...
It’s then when we hear a small voice coming from the bed. Mick’s voice…he probably is having some dream…or nightmare.
MICK Get them for me, Nick! Get those sons…of…bitches…and show them…a piece…of my…mind…for…me!
Nick’s emotions seem to burst out from inside him, as he stares upon the cameraman who has so far, not only invaded his privacy...but also given me a moment with the viewers.
NICK Nick...on occasional nights, I’d say you are in for one hell of a beating. I’d give my typical message of how great you were until you went bad…but that shit was thrown out the window when the doctors told me Mick’s status.
They say...he’ll never wrestle again!
Nick’s fingers snap, his eyes tightening down, showing his anger and trying to contain his tears from coming out.
NICK Do you understand what you’ve done? Just like that...you bastards took our pride, our rightful place atop ACW, and you may have just taken my friend’s career away from him! He had just started wrestling...AND YOU TOOK AWAY HIS CAREER!
YOU TOOK AWAY FROM HIM THE ONLY THING HE LOVED TO DO THE MOST!
For doing that, you’ve done the worst thing you could possibly do. You made me notice what’s going on around me. You’ve made me into your worst enemy!
As I walk down that ring, I come with one intention in my mind. To do what I failed to do last Saturday. To eradicate the Rioters from the face of this Earth!
So as you’re in the ring, fellas, wondering what my intentions are and how I’m to handle this match...think of only these words, from a very famous song. They’re rather simple and easy to follow…
“Run to the hills, run for your life!”
Believe it...’cause it’s JUST...THAT...SIMPLE!
Nick puts his hands in his pockets and proceeds to walk out of the door, waving Mick goodbye as he did so. It looks like he won’t be able to see him again for a long time…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 17:00:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Nick Durden vs. The Rioters (Credit: Freeman)
There is a numbers advantage for the Rioters in this match, as it is only a handicapped match, but Nick seems eager to get revenge from Ragnarok. He instantly rushes at them and manages to hold his own with his determination. He knocks them down a few times, but the numbers game is too much. For a few minutes, the match consists of some power moves from Ruthless, and speed moves from Reckless, using their alternating styles to keep Durden from getting revenge. After a while however, Durden was able to recover for just enough time to knock down Ruthless. He capitalized on this, by hitting Reckless with an Irish Screwdriver (Matt Hardy’s Extreme Twist of Fate) and then instantly hits him with a Tumbling Lightning (Rolling Thunder). Reckless rolls out of the ring after kicking out of a two count, which leaves just Durden and Ruthless in the ring together.
Durden is weak, but he is not going to let himself lose the opportunity to weaken one of his opponents. For a few minutes he manages to get Ruthless with a few hard moves. He gets a few two counts, but all of a sudden Reckless springboards off of the apron, and hits Durden from behind. The Rioters hit Durden with a Rioting the Streets. Durden manages to get out at two though. The Rioters and Durden go back and forth for a bit. Reckless gets hit by more moves than Ruthless does however. This goes on evenly for a while.
Near the end, there were some near falls in which the Rioters had both knocked down Durden, but Durden also got some nearfalls when he was able to knock down one of his opponents and pin the other one. Unfortunately, the other opponent would always break up the pin. Ruthless holds up Durden for a move from Reckless, but Durden ducks. Reckless ends up colliding with Ruthless, and Ruthless trips out of the ring. Reckless turns into a Nirvanaclasm! He is down for the count, and Durden gets the 1,2-
No, it looks like Reckless wasn’t quite out after all, and Durden is furious. On the edge of losing it completely, he throws Reckless into the corner and closes in on him as he slumps down…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 17:01:26 GMT -5
With Reckless seated in the corner, Nick begins to bear down upon him with a furious flurry of stiff punches. Seemingly out of nowhere, Ruthless rushes up behind him and in one fluid motion, Ruthless slips one hook around Nick’s left wrist and the other immediately onto the top rope. Once Reckless sees that his assailant has been detained, he takes advantage of the opening by low blowing Nick.
McNally: I knew the numbers advantage of the Rioters was gonna come into play sooner or later!
Reckless rolls out of the ring and spits into Nick’s face before running over to the announce table. Nick then turns his attention to Ruthless, who is hunched over in front of Nick, arrogantly beckoning him to throw a strike at him. Nick hurls his foot forward, lunging out as far as humanly possible, but Ruthless quickly snaps his head back to just barely avoid Nick’s kick. Ruthless guffaws haughtily as Nick continues trying to stretch his appendages beyond the natural limit.
Edison: Talk about adding insult to injury.
Reckless shoves the timekeeper off his seat and snatches up his chair before entering the ring again. Nick is still frantically jerking his body forward in a futile attempt to pull free.
Nick: Let me loose you fucking coward!
The severity of Nick’s words are equaled by the thunderous chair shot that Reckless slams straight over Nick’s head.
McNally: Now that’s enough! It isn’t enough to assault a helpless man?
The shot causes Nick to drop to one knee, but he immediately attempts to push himself back up again. Reckless responds accordingly by raining a barrage of chair shots down upon him. The brutality of this assault permanently disables Nick, and when he again tries to rise up, his legs wobble feebly and quickly give way underneath him again.
McNally: Once against have the Rioters taken advantage of Nick’s wild rage to bring him down.
Reckless throws the now wrecked chair down to the mat before signaling a widely grinning Ruthless to leave. The two march triumphantly back up the entry ramp, leaving Nick a bloody mess behind them.
Fade to commercials.
OOC: Ending events credit to Nick D.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 1, 2007 17:03:31 GMT -5
Segment: A Fistfull Of Dollars (Credit: Freeman, Senator)
Once again, we see Senator Phillips, and Jason Freeman in the Senatorial Office. This time, though, the rest of the Stable is absent, Phillips is typing away on a document while Freeman paces the floor.
Jason Freeman: But really, I just got in a bit of trouble...
The Senator: I already told you, my time is very limited right now, and I can not spare any right now.
Freeman: Aw, man, but I really need this situation taken care of!
Senator: ...ok, look, do you really need my help specifically? Why not ask Snake, or Wyvern?
Freeman: Because you have more cash.
Senator: Yes, I knew it. I knew this would come down to money. Money, or influence, both of which I have vast reserves of...ok, how much do you need?
Freeman: Uhhh...why not give me a blank check! I mean...you probably wouldn't miss the money...and I promise I'd not completely wipe you out!
Senator: No really, if you need cash, I will pay off whatever you need paid off for now, if only you make the promise that this shall not happen again, you got that? I do not wish to know what you are involved in here, what sort of debt you had to pay off, what you lost, but I want you to know that so long as you are in my Stable, you have my support. Ok, I do believe that this here crisp set of one-hundred dollar bills will be enough, I do not ask that you pay me back, just that you do not ask me again for such a show of generosity, without one heck of a good reason. You know, this reminds me of some old times.
Freeman: What do you mean?
Senator: I hate to use scare tactics here so blatantly, but this just brings up old memories of how Hunter used to get himself in questionable situations, all the time, God rest his soul. Do not make his mistakes. You got that?
Freeman: Yeah, thanks, I really appreciate it. And don't worry about it happening again. This will help me get back what was wrongfully taken from me, for sure.
Jason Freeman walks out of the room with a grin on his face, as Phillips re-applies himself to his monitor.
Senator: Good, since I must get back to this little speech here...what was I typing about before that interupption...ugh, monetary policy, of all things...
Fade Out.
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