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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 16:34:37 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 1st March 2007
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------------
England Lad vs The Doctor
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XS3 vs Gary
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Top Draw vs Los Conquistadors
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Nick Durden vs Adrian Flamingo
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Kudo Yasuda vs Starkweather vs Rattlesnake
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Alicia Laureano vs Wyvern
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No fancy intros required: This is Meltdown, and this is how we bring it…word.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:01:24 GMT -5
Segment: Back to the Fray (Credit: Englandlad)
*England Lad and San Juan just rented a room in a cheap hotel in Paris. England Lad is in his bed and San Juan is in his bed. This happens to be a few feet away from each other since they only rented one room after going into debt.*
San Juan: Aren’t we wrestlers?
England lad: Yeah
San Juan: Well aren’t we supposed to wrestle?
England Lad: I guess. I'm going to go to sleep
*England lad trying to sleep now*
San Juan: When are we going to wrestle?
*San Juan then gets off his bed and looks at England Lad*
England Lad: As soon as we get the money to go look for ACW
San Juan: Well they send us money every week to go back to them. Hell they also send us plane tickets.
England Lad: Oh. I always thought that was for something else. I think I’m going to get a drink
*Getting off his bed to get a glass of water*
San Juan: What did you think that was for?
*England Lad drinks the water*
England Lad: So we won’t rat out ACW about BK London and some other wrestlers for using and selling Steroids
*England Lad going back to his bed to try to sleep again*
San Juan: Oh yeah I guess that is what the money is for, but still what about the plane tickets?
*England Lad now on his bed*
England Lad: Ok we go to ACW's next show. Who is in it?
San Juan: By the card it looks like you are in it.
England Lad: for real? *laughing now* I thought they fired us…
San Juan: Why?
England Lad: Cause I gave you some of BK London’s Steroids that I bought.
San Juan: No wonder my balls got smaller.
*San Juan said that as a joke*
*Both laughing*
San Juan: Good joke
England Lad: I'm not joking
San Juan:.....
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:01:51 GMT -5
Segment: "Heart to Heart" (Credit: Nick D)
The scene is a lush green field. The brilliant rays of moonlight raining down through the pristine night sky provide more than enough visibility. Those of you who paid close attention to my debut promos will recognize this place as the gravesite of my parents. I lie sprawled out on the immaculately verdant grass, a six pack of Becks lying to my side. The headstones that mark the graves of my parents tower nobly over me. I stare broodingly up at the stars, as if desperately seeking their guidance. For the longest time, my only companion is the harmonious melody of crickets chirping sweetly, but this state of Zen is eventually broken by a gruff, authoritative voice that booms from out of my field of vision.
“Can I get one of those drinks, sport?”
A look of absolute shock floods my face. I could recognize that voice anywhere, but it surely couldn’t be who I was thinking. I quickly sit up and turn my head to face the speaker, and it indeed is the man I had been suspecting, none other than Carter Durden, my father.
“Holy...shit,” I utter, thoroughly dumbfounded.
“Well, gee, your old man goes through all this trouble to come back down here. What kind of a reception is that?”
“This seriously can’t be happening." I rub my eyes. “I haven’t even started drinking yet, and I’m already seeing things.”
“I’m afraid it’s not a trick,” my dad states as he moves to take a seat next to me. “It’s none other than your pop, here in the ethereal flesh.”
I take a deep breath for the first time in what seems like ages. “Okay...but why did you come? Was Casper off duty or something?”
“You know what?” he replies, somewhat indignantly. “I was this close to beating Gandhi in air hockey for the first time, but nooooo I got word that my dear old son was having a Dan White moment. So I, in all my endless generosity, came down to see if I could help. Now, if you don’t want some divine enlightenment, I could just go back now.”
“Okay, okay, I want you to stay.”
“Good...now gimme one of those beers.”
I gaze at him quizzically. “Dead guys need to drink beer?”
“That’s one of the things they never mention in Mass. There’s no beer in heaven. God is very much a wine type of guy.”
“Ooookaaaaay...” I take a bottle of Becks and hand it to him.
“Becks, eh? Your mother was the Becks fan. I was always a Guinness type of guy myself.”
“Well...next time give me a few hours notice at least.”
Carter takes a deep swig and sighs contentedly before speaking up again. “All right, well, here’s the problem the way I see it. You’re living the dream you’ve had ever since you were a kid, and not only are you just chasing your dreams, you’re coming pretty damn close to achieving them as well. You got money, you got fame, you got respect. Why, then, do you choose to spend a perfectly beautiful night like this loafing around two dead people?”
I let out a heaving sigh. “I guess...” The things that he’s asking him to talk about are those that I’ve been most earnestly trying to keep bottled up over the last month or so. I know it won’t be easy letting all this just suddenly flow. “The truth is, my head is still full of Renix. I just can’t stop thinking about her. I wonder where she is, how she’s doing, and most importantly...if she’s thinking about me.”
“Well, that’s exactly what I don’t understand about this. I know how important Renix is to you. Why are you just giving up?”
I hesitate to answer this. The truth is actually quite simple, but it’s a bit hard for me to admit.
“I’m scared,” I finally admit. “Just scared.” I’m a bit ashamed at my want of better words.
“I can’t blame you,” my dad responds after a sigh of his own. “To be honest, I really had these problems with your mother as well. Looking back on all of it, I kinda feel bad because I should’ve told her that I loved her every day. Because she was perfect every day.” He turns to face me. “Don’t make that same mistake, Nick.”
“How? How do I just tell Renix?”
“I’m afraid that’s not something I can answer for you,” he replies, a bit despondently. “All I can tell you is to take all those words that are burning in your heart, and just let ‘em go. No matter how inarticulate it’s gonna sound, or how foolish you’ll look doing it, just tell her how you feel.”
I take a few moments to let the full message sink in. I doubt I’m able to grasp it all, but eventually, I feel confident that I have enough to resolve this situation.
Turning back to my dad, I offer him a sincere smile. “Thanks.”
“Don’t even mention it.”
I resolutely rise to my feet, my dad following me soon after.
“Oh yeah,” he calls out to me. “Why don’t you leave these beers? I wouldn’t want you driving home drunk and all.”
I can’t help but chuckle. How little things have changed. “Okay.”
As I mount my Aprilia Mille Factory motorcycle and fumble around to put on my helmet, I can’t help but try to satisfy my curiosity. “Hey, is Babe Ruth in heaven. I mean, I know he drank a lot and slept around, but the kids loved him.” I turn to face my dad again. “Right?” But surely enough, he’s vanished, taking my beers with him.
I let out a dismissive scoff. “Dick.”
I start the ignition and feel the vehicle come to life underneath me, just as this last heart to heart with the man I’ve respected the most in my life has helped me come to life once more.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:05:02 GMT -5
Segment: Consulting Time (Credit: The Doctor)
The camera opens up to reveal a huge spacious room, in the centre is a large mirror with the decoration and symmetery of an era long ago, it is surrounded by racks and racks of clothes.
Big clothes, small clothes, colourful clothes, dark clothes, clothes from ancient egypt and clothes from the distant future all hanging there silently waiting for their owner to perhaps choose them for his latest regeneration.
Suddenly a very loud noise can be heard coming from one of the racks as the clothes upon them begin to swing from left to right, the noise is getting louder as suddenly the clothes are very slightly pushed apart and a head pokes its way through them.
It’s a very handsome head, with brown messy hair and eyes that look as though they have seen too much, the man is wearing a smile and looking goofy, if anything.
The Doctor: Ohhhhhhh......you’re here, that is fantastic, I’ll be out in a moment. I’m a bit… (he looks down at his bare chest that can be slightly seen through the clothes he is using to cover himself) indisposed at the moment, just selecting a new outfit to wear during my new regeneration....dreadful business, inhaled pure Tardis energy to save my assistant Rose and it ended up killing me which was a shame really as I only got 13 adventures out of the last body....wont be a moment…
He disappears back behind all the clothes, as the noise continues again, clothes disappear from the rack and just as quickly they are tossed over the top of the racks, until we see a blue pinstripe suit, an old looking brown jacket and a white pair of plimsoles are taken and the discarding of clothes stops, the man walks out from behind the rails and rails of clothes and stands in front of the mirror......he smiles.
The Doctor: Oh Yes..... I like this, gives me a intelligent look with a don’t mess with me attitude. After all I am intelligent....very intelligent in fact, and the last thing anyone wants to do is mess with me...after all I am The Doctor.
He pauses....then spins on the spot towards the camera with an energy and freshness that seems somewhat odd, almost out of place.
The Doctor: Ah, You’re still here are you? Well allow me to introduce myself. I am The Doctor or as some people know me John Smith, I am the newest acquisition to the ACW and I’d like to just inform all the ACW superstars....that Your arrogance is nearly as great as your ignorance. I’ve come to put a stop to that and it will start tonight with EnglandLad who better put up one hell of a fight because I have seen everything, done everything and he will get no second chances....because I’m not that sort of man.
He looks into the camera, a dark and somewhat scary look of intensity on his face suddenly breaks out into that same goofy smile. He turns to continue looking at himself in the mirror before the screen fades to black…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:06:03 GMT -5
Segment: Not The Same (Credit: Senatorial Stable; Rattlesnake for title)
The scene opens to the Senatorial Office. Senator, Jason Freeman, Wyvern, Scott Andrews, Jessie Young, and Rattlesnake sit, discussing the events of Bloody Valentine. Well, almost everyone is involved in the conversation. Rattlesnake just sits off to the side with a distant look on his face.
Senator Steve Phillips looks over at Rattlesnake and sighs. He knows how close Rattlesnake came to bringing the World Championship back to the Senatorial Stable and having it slip through his fingers at the last minute. The rest of the stable looks over at Rattlesnake and then back at Senator.
Freeman: What's wrong with Snake?
The Senator: I have seen this look before. The man is crushed.
Wyvern: He shouldn't be. He had an excellent match Saturday, and barely, just barely fell short.
Senator: That is just it. He was close, but not close enough. It just turned against him. And I can not say that I was able to aid him nearly enough, myself, either.
Scott: So what is he going to do now? Have another crack at it?
Senator: Now that, I do not know. Snake has not always been the most predictable individual, to put it mildly. There's no telling what he's going to do now.
Rattlesnake stirs a little. That distant look remains on his face.
Senator: The man is in a slump and he needs to break out of it, it is that simple. Back when I lost my chances at the title, I, of course was not pleased, but I always knew that it is first and foremost the fight that matters, not the end result thereof.
Rattlesnake: I...lost. Ha-ha-ha-ha. I...lost.
Everyone looks back over at Rattlesnake. His head twitches as he laughs. The distant look seems a bit creepier...almost psychotic now.
Rattlesnake stands up. His head tilted over to the right and continuing to twitch rapidly. His laughs become more and more obvious. It's like he's lost his mind.
Senator: Snake, are you alright?
Rattlesnake: I'm...alright. I lost. Ha-ha-ha-ha. I'm...alright.
Freeman: This doesn't look good.
Scott: Snake? Earth to Snake! Back-up requested immediately in sector C17!...He's not even listening...
Wyvern: Don't tell me he's “seen the light”...we don't need a Bob Backlund running around here. Snake?! Are you alright, buddy?
Rattlesnake walks out of the Senatorial Office. Everyone doesn't know what to do in this situation.
Senator: I was afraid of this. I do not know what in Sam Hill is going through Snake's mind, but I think we should leave him be for the time being. He is still trying to accept what happened, and that is never an easy process this soon after the fact.
Wyvern: It's really odd...I've never seen him like this. I wonder what's going on?
Senator: Have you ever been so sure of taking something that it seemed almost impossible not to? That was how Rattlesnake felt about his title match at Bloody Valentine. You all know what happened.
Wyvern: Yeah, it was Omega Effect 2005. But enough about me, I'm concerned about Snake.
Scott: He's really messed up. I'd have never thought it would have got to him like it has...
Freeman: Hopefully he'll get over it. He'll get another shot at the champ soon enough.
Senator: That is what I'm worried about. He may not try.
Freeman: But he can't give up like that.
Scott: Freeman's right. Perseverance is all he needs. We've got his back, and he knows it. Maybe we just need to give him some time alone.
Senator: Very true. He needs us right now. That is what makes us a true Stable. That is how we survive.
The scene fades out with each guy nodding in agreement.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:07:29 GMT -5
Match 1: England Lad vs The Doctor (Credit: Nick D)
]The slow intro to “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters slowly builds. Once the electric guitar kicks in, England Lad bursts out from the entryway, much to the excitement of those in attendance. He gazes around at the fans for a moment, inciting further chaos before making his march to the ring, swinging his arms excitedly along the way.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Meltdown opening contest, and it is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from London, England...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds...ENGLAND LAAAAAAAAAD!
Eddie Edison: A most warm welcome back to Thursday Night Meltdown. Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Edison here, both of us completely stoked to be calling this first match in the wake of what amounted to be a phenomenal pay-per-view in Bloody Valentine.
Maxwell McNally: Just as many questions as were answered and conflicts resolved at the pay-per-view, so were new questions raised and conflicts renewed. I personally am excited to find out how it will all play out, and I’m sure you folks watching at home are as well, so let’s not waste any more time in getting to our opening contest.
Lad slides into the ring and mounts the near turnbuckle, taunting to the fans as he awaits the arrival of his debuting opponent.
A strange whooshing sound can be heard as the arena falls into darkness, the sound continues getting louder and louder engulfing the centre stage in a strange blue light, until gradually a Victorian style police box appears on stage, the audience gasp in amazement as The Doctor pokes his head out he smiles playfully as he steps out onto the stage and locks the door of the Tardis.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Gallifrey...weighing in at two hundred pounds...THEEEEEEEE DOCTOOOOOOOOOR!
Edison: Amidst all the fallout from Bloody Valentine and the continuing storylines of veteran ACW superstars, there is also the debut of the organization’s newest acquisition, the enigma known only as The Doctor.
McNally: I’ll admit that even an even-keeled man as myself is seriously intrigued by this new mystery man amongst the ACW ranks. Here’s to hoping we can learn more about him, specifically his wrestling skills.
He then begins to walk down the ramp, waving at various fans, he slides under the bottom rope and removes his jacket giving it to a technician at ringside, he jumps up onto the turnbuckle and places both his arms above his head, he takes something out of his pocket and aims it up at the lights they mysteriously come back on a little brighter then before. He hops down as Carter Donovan calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
Lad takes it upon himself to offer a most warm greeting to the newcomer by presenting his hand. Doc gazes down at Lad’s hand with that same mystifying glance of his for a while but eventually decides to take it. Both men turn back to their respective corners and take one final moment to loosen up before officially starting the action. They strafe around the ring for a while before they lunge in for the tie-up. However, with neither of them being proficient grapplers, it isn’t too long before one decides to take a strategy much more suited to his style. Doc grabs hold of Lad’s arm and sidesteps as he twists it behind his back into a hammerlock. Lad quickly swings his arm around trying to behead the Doc, but Doc quickly ducks under. Doc then attempts to flip Lad over in a northern lights suplex, but Lad twists around in midair to so that he might land on his feet behind Doc. Lad runs to the ropes and hops onto the second rope, leaping off to smack the Doc with a forearm strike. Lad immediately hops on for the cover, but Doc shoves him off just as quickly. Both men bound to their feet, but Doc acts first by taking a run at Lad, who places his head under Doc’s armpit and lifts him straight up into the air, eventually dropping Doc crotch-first onto his knee in an inverted atomic drop. Lad spins in place and tries for a discus lariat, but Doc ducks under. When Lad turns to face Doc again, he is in for the rudest of greetings in the form of stiff right fists being buried into his face. After backing Lad up against the ropes, Doc tries to whip him to the opposite ropes, but Lad counters by holding onto the top rope. Lad pulls Doc towards himself and catches him in a back body drop that sends him over the top rope. Doc, however, uses his agility to ensure a safe landing onto the apron. Lad turns to face Doc, who proceeds to bury his shoulder straight into Lad’s gut. Now with Lad adequately stunned, Doc leaps over the top rope and a hunched over Lad to roll him up in a sunset flip.
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Lad rolls backward to regain his footing while Doc kips up. Doc runs for Lad once more, but Lad anticipates it this time and demonstrates the foresight to hop up into the air and plant his feet into Doc’s stomach. Lad then falls backward to toss him over in a monkey flip. Lad kips up this time and runs to the ropes. Meanwhile, Doc rolls over onto his stomach. Lad hurdles over the prone Doc and continues running to the opposite ropes. When Lad bounces back this time, Doc has gotten to his feet and leapfrogs over Lad. Lad yet again runs into the ropes. Doc throws forth a dropkick, but Lad holds onto the top ropes to prevent a meeting with Doc’s feet. Doc crashes back-first onto the mat. Lad runs to Doc’s feet and sticks his head in between his legs. Lad then flips forward to roll Doc up in a jackknife hold.
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KICKOUT
Lad wastes no time in snapping on the chin lock to slow down the pace of the match. However, Doc isn’t interested in playing the rest hold game and quickly twists around to pop his head out from Lad’s grasp. At the same time, Doc grabs hold of Lad’s arm and wrenches it forward. Lad rolls forward to take the pressure off his arm and kips up to his feet. With Doc still holding onto him, Lad pulls him up to his feet and tugs him in towards himself, straight into a toe kick to the abdomen. With Doc hunched over, Lad grabs the back of Doc’s head and jumps straight up before falling into a seated position, thus ramming Doc’s face into the mat in a facebuster! Lad with the cover.
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KICKOUT
Lad swiftly gets to his feet and runs to Doc’s side. Lad then flips backward to try for a standing moonsault, but Doc quickly sticks his knees up to drive them into Lad’s stomach. After Lad pushes himself back to his feet, he stands doubled over and still favoring his stomach. Doc capitalizes by running to the ropes perpendicular to Lad and slaps him across the back of the neck with a scissors kick! Doc covers.
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KICKOUT
Doc lifts Lad to his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulder. Doc makes his way to the corner, perhaps hoping to hit a snake eyes, but as he approaches the turnbuckle, Lad wriggles out of his grasp to land on his feet behind Doc. Lad then shoves Doc from behind sending him charging toward the corner. However, Doc sticks his hands up to grab hold of the top rope and prevent a full-on collision. As Lad runs at him, Doc, still holding onto the top rope, leaps up so that he’s horizontal in the air and catches Lad’s head in between his legs. Doc then pushes off so that both he and Lad spin around to face the ring again. Doc simultaneously tucks his head underneath himself to generate the necessary momentum to flip Lad over in a headscissors takedown! Doc makes his way to the ropes and exits the ring to stand on the apron. Afterward, he hops onto the top rope and comes diving off with a springboard leg drop, only to meet canvas as Lad moves out of the way! Doc rolls over onto his knees, eventually straightening his upper body, but this only leaves him open for Lad to take a run at him and strike with a shining enzuigiri! Lad with the cover.
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Lad gets up and walks over to the corner, mounting the second rope soon afterward. After Doc drags himself to his feet, Lad jumps off with both hands clasped together and raised over his head, anticipating a double axe handle, but in the blink of an eye, Doc hurls a superkick into Lad’s face, effectively sniping him straight out of the sky! Lad crashes and burns like a sack of bricks. Doc soon repositions Lad so that the side of his body is perpendicular to the nearest turnbuckle. Doc then takes to the top rope and soars with leap a graceful Sonic Screwdriver for the cover!
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner...THEEEEEEE DOCTOOOOOOOR!
McNally: What a way to induct yourself into the ACW ranks. While the established competitors put on one heck of a show at Bloody Valentine, it’s new blood like the Doctor here who gives hope for even greater shows in the future.
The Doctor leans against the nearest turnbuckle as he labors to catch his breath. Donovan walks over and raises his hand triumphantly into the air. After regaining enough of his strength. Doc stands on the second rope and taunts to the crowd, driving them into a frenzy once more.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:08:35 GMT -5
Segment: What brought them to the dance… (Credit: BK/Jake)
As the segment opens we immediately cut to a shot of BK London sitting alone in the Top Draw locker room, with not so much of a blank look - but a tiny bit depressed. For the first time in his career, after such a monumental loss, he doesn't quite know where his career will take him now. Sure, BK London has suffered plenty of losses in his career, but this one is different.
Ever since he took a hiatus from the company nearly 4 months ago, and came back two months ago, ACW has drastically changed - for the better or worse is still very debated. New competition has sprung up everywhere, and for the first time - while he doesn't like to admit it - he feels absolutely lost in the shuffle.
Rising up from the rather comfy sofa that he was sinked into, he slowly treads across the locker room to the bathroom area where he heads for the sink and turns on the water. Calming, the only word that can describe the running water gently smacking against the porcelain frame of the sink. He looks up towards the mirror, looking at himself and what he has become. Bags under his eyes, hair all frizzed, a rather grizzly beard as if he didn't take the time over the small time frame between the PPV and Meltdown to pick up a razor. He definitely doesn't seem like the same vibrant, livid BK London that we are used to.
He grabs a handful of the water and smacks it against his face, and as the water gently drips down the side of his cheek he stares into his reflection in the mirror and suddenly the locker room door opens and in comes in his tag team partner, Jake Cheng.
Jake: BK, you there? Hurry up and clean yourself up, I've got exciting news.
BK walks over to the towel rack before drying his rather damp face up before re-entering the locker room area where he plants himself back on the couch.
Jake: Now, I know you're still a bit depressed from the loss at Bloody Valentine. I mean, I was too, but then I thought about how great it would to be on the same sides instead of being on opposite sides of the ring. Since we reformed as a tag team, we've been a force to be reckoned with in ACW and as we continue as a tag team I can see that trend following.
BK: You are right.
Jake: Of course I'm right. When have I ever been wrong?
BK: There was that time you said we coul-
Jake: Shh, it was a rhetorical question. So anyway, over the five day period I took a trip back home and looked in my attic and found something I pretty much thought I would never see again.
BK: Mhmmm, care to tell us what it is?
Jake: Us?
BK: You know, all the ACW fans watching now and myself.
BK points to the camera and the crowd goes absolutely crazy for BK shouting them out. Jake on the other hand seems to be very perplexed, he looks into the camera, searching around but doesn't seem to find anything.
Jake: Fans? I don't see any fans. What are you talking about?
This gets a huge laugh out the crowd, kayfabe for the win.
Jake: But back to business. Tonight I talked with Ginger, and I've scheduled us a tag team match.
BK: Against who?
Jake: I don't know too much about them. He says they're a very formidable tag team and says they've fought all around the globe for almost 20 years.
BK: Hmm...they've got a bit of a veteran's edge on us.
Jake: But they're no match for combined efforts of Top Draw, am I right?
BK rises up from his chair, with a new sense of confidence thanks to his partner Jake and for the first time in this segment we see him smile.
BK: No doubt.
Jake: Excellent, I'll reveal what I have after the match. But now, you might wanna shave because you look horrible. And take a shower while you're at it, you smell like the 3 month old cereal left under my bed.
BK takes a whiff of his underpit and he can't help but wince and the sour smell.
BK: Oooh, maybe you're right. You go get that surprise ready and I'll meet you out by the ring in about 30 minutes.
Jake: Deal.
Jake walks off and so does BK, as the scene fades out leaving the burning question, what does Jake have in surprise for Top Draw?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:09:12 GMT -5
Segment: The value of sacrifice (Credit: Nick D)
INT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD; TAMPA, FL – EARLY AFTERNOON
Fade in with a wide overhead shot. The camera soon begins quickly zooming in on a lone figure pacing along the sidewalk. Eventually we get close enough to recognize this man as none other than Nick Durden. A tight shot of his profile shows his head hung low in reflection. A jumble of words swirl through his head. He would need to find just the right ones for this upcoming episode. Nick eventually comes to a particular quaint ranch-style house and stops in his tracks. He allows himself a final moment to gather his thoughts before walking up to the door and punching the doorbell. A melodious chime rings through the house, and it isn’t too long before the door swings open, revealing Leticia Cline, TNA’s resident number 2 backstage interviewer and Michael Ghail’s longtime sweetheart. Her face lights up at the sight of Nick as she moves in to embrace him genially for a moment.
LETICIA Nick, this is quite a pleasant surprise.
Nick returns the hug, but the expression on his face reveals that he’s got heavier things on his mind.
NICK Thanks, nice to see you too. You look great.
Leticia chuckles warmly.
LETICIA To what do I owe this pleasure?
NICK Um, I need to talk to Mick actually.
LETICIA Oh, sure thing. Come on in, please.
Nick follows Leticia into her home and is eventually led into her living room.
LETICIA He’s out back. I’ll get him in a jiff.
NICK Thanks.
Nick gazes around at the assortment of trendy Ikea furniture adorning the room until a particular photograph seated on the coffee table catches his attention. He takes it into his hands to inspect it further. It’s a picture of Mick holding Leticia up in a fireman’s carry position. Behind the strands of blond hair that cascade disheveled over her face, a most jovial guffaw can be seen. Meanwhile, Mick also smiles warmly back at her. To most this is a heartwarming image, a testimony of youthful exuberance. For Nick, it was only a painful reminder of the way things used to be...and might never be again.
MICK Nick Durden! Son of a gun!
Nick shifts his focus from the photo to the direction of the voice. He is greeted by the sight of Mick rolling himself into the room on his wheelchair, Leticia following close behind. Despite all the turmoil the rest of his body has had to endure, still remaining is that vibrant smile that only puerile vigor could inspire. The two men meet and shake each other’s hands firmly.
MICK Nice to see you finally drop by, man.
Nick replies with a cordial grin, even though a million uneasy thoughts are welling up in his mind.
LETICIA I’ll leave you boys to talk. Anybody need anything?
Nick and Mick shake their heads and bid Leticia an amiable farewell.
MICK Have a seat, man. I certainly have.
Nick forces a bit of a chuckle. He doesn’t seem as comfortable joking about this situation as Mick. Nick takes a seat on the plush leather couch.
MICK So...I’m assuming you didn’t come to play a round of DDR. What’s a humble man like me worth to you these days?
Nick releases a heaving sigh. He’s about to open up to a person in a way he’s rarely done before.
NICK Mick...I first need to let you know that the things I’m about to say don’t do justice to how I’m really feeling. It’s just...
Nick’s face tenses up and he begins to quake as the sobs begin to rise up.
NICK It’s just that I’m so sorry. Goddamn, am I sorry.
He takes a moment to take a few heaving breaths behind the sobs.
NICK I dragged you into this war, this...absolutely depraved battle. I fucking played God with your life. I used you to fight my fight, a fight you never deserved to be exposed to. I...I didn’t even think twice about throwing you to those monsters.
And for that...God, I’m more sorry than you could ever imagine.
Nick can’t hold back anymore as his tears really start to gush. Mick rolls himself up to a bawling Nick and places a hand on his shoulder.
MICK Hey...
Nick raises his head to face Mick.
MICK If you’re thinking that this situation makes me feel angry and tied up in knots… you’d be right. I suspect that anger will be something I’ll have to fight against for the rest of my life. But in spite of that, I’ve got no regrets, man.
Nick is a little confused at how Mick can feel this way.
MICK I mean, those first few days after I got back from the hospital weren’t too pleasant for me obviously. I felt...useless, empty without the one thing that had been my passion, my life for so long.
Mick turns to the window to affectionately gaze out at Leticia, who is painting a still-life of her flower garden in the backyard. After a moment, he turns to face Nick again.
MICK But after a while, after spending some time with Leticia, I came to understand what it was exactly you were fighting for. I understood what you and Renix had. I understood how much it’s worth protecting. And you know what? It was a battle I’m proud to have fought.
What you and Renix have, that’s worth fighting for ‘til the last dying breath. If this is really how I have to leave wrestling, I’m honored to have done it striving for a cause as worthy as this.
These words do wonders to raise Nick’s spirit. A smile finally shines through all the tears that have streamed down his face. Mick lets out a lighthearted chuckle to cut through the last of the tension. The two friends share a jocular laugh. They laugh not only as fighters, but now true friends.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:09:38 GMT -5
Segment: New House, New Home… New Stress? (Credit: AK / Rena)
Tuesday 26th February, 8.00pm
The shot opens up with a pan across a wide front lawn; we are looking at a house somewhere in the suburbs, quite large but not ostentatious. Several cars are pulling up at its driveway, and people dressed in a smart-casual manner are smiling and laughing as they disembark from their transport and walk up the white steps to the front door.
The shot follows one couple inside; it’s pretty packed, and with most people equipped with a drink in hand, there’s little doubting that there’s a party going on. The camera continues to move up the stairs and away from the throng, it is much quieter here and as the shot travels into one of the upstairs rooms, we find Alicia Laureano and Charlotte King sitting on the edge of a large bed; this must be Alicia and Victor’s housewarming party. Alicia is finishing her make-up, and Charlotte sips a gin and tonic as the two ladies chat.
Charlotte: I love the way you’ve dared to keep things very simple. A lot of people go for those bright, loud wallpapers, but I much prefer the plain pastels here.
Alicia: Thanks. I like to hang a lot of pictures, so you can’t have walls that are too loud. It’ll look much better when we finish moving our furniture out of storage, too. I think some people might end up sitting on the floor tonight…
Charlotte giggles.
Charlotte: Just like kindergarten.
Alicia smiles, too. She twists around to collect her necklace from a dresser, and winces; she’s chosen a red silk dress which covers her shoulders and the bruises which are healing up after Bloody Valentine. But she’s determined that nothing will spoil her night tonight.
Alicia: Could you fasten this for me, please?
Charlotte obliges; the necklace is a simple silver heart shape, but sets off the rest of Alicia’s attire very well. Alicia looks at herself in the mirror as Charlotte fiddles with the delicate clasp.
Alicia: Do I look OK? I want to surprise Victor when he arrives….
Charlotte: Arrives? But he’s already here.
Alicia’s eyebrows leap upward and she turns around so quickly that the necklace almost rips.
Alicia: What? When did he arrive?
Charlotte: About half an hour ago, I think. Why-
Alicia doesn’t hear any more. She jumps up, rushes out of the room and skids to a half right at the top of the stairs, performing the 0.1 second composure check that only women seem capable of, before descending the stairway wreathed in smiles. The crowd parts, and Alicia rapidly moves through them, tossing compliments left and right in the hope of not upsetting anyone whilst still pursuing her goal; she reaches the main lounge….
Victor is impossible to miss; dressed in a casual suit with the collar open, he cuts an enormously handsome figure, enhanced by his easy smile. He laughs at a joke from his companion, echoed by those gathered around, and Alicia can’t quite believe what she’s seeing.
The transformation in Rayne is truly amazing; Alicia has only ever seen her dressed in very ordinary, almost cheap clothes, but tonight Rayne has pulled out all the stops. It would be unfair to say her choice of gown is identical to Alicia’s, but it’s mightily close… and without scars to hide, Rayne is able to show off more of her shoulders and bust, to quite some effect. Alicia experiences the mortifying rage which is known only to womankind… arriving second in the same outfit as someone else.
This, however, is fleeting; what really shocks Alicia is how relaxed and comfortable Victor seems in Rayne’s company. It’s perfectly plausible that he intended to come and escort Alicia down to their guests and got sidetracked… but that still hurts Alicia a lot.
The rational side of her nature battles with her wounded, instinctive side, and Alicia just about manages to keep a straight face as she walks up to the pair.
Alicia: Victor, darling! There you are, I’ve missed you so much!
She plants a kiss on his cheek, which is about as subtle as a dog pissing on a fire hydrant, and turns to Rayne with a wide but warmthless smile.
Alicia: Rayne, honey, I would just love a screwdriver, could you possibly get the barman to rustle one up?
Rayne looks a bit surprised, but smiles back innocently.
Rayne: Of course, I’ll be right back.
Rayne eases her way through the throng; Alicia makes sure she’s gone, and then steers Victor over to the corner. She keeps her voice hushed, but it’s impossible to keep any conversation entirely private under such circumstances.
Alicia: Well, thank you so much, Victor, I could have been left up there all night if things were solely up to you!
Latino raises his hands in a placatory gesture, but Alicia’s having none of it.
Alicia: Why didn’t you come upstairs when you arrived? Do you really prefer the company of…. Of…some hanger-on?
Latino frowns, and sees that a couple of nearby conversations have stalled. He puts his hands on her shoulders.
Latino: Alicia…..chula, you know that you’re everything to me.
His words are quiet, but Alicia luxuriates in them nonetheless. It seems as if they’ve spoken so little in recent weeks…
Her reverie, however, is cut short by the return of Rayne. Latino is careful to keep his arm around Alicia, which makes her feel a little more secure, and she smiles at Rayne as she takes the glass.
Alicia: Ah, that’s just the ticket, thanks.
Rayne gives her a strange look for a fraction of a second, but then smiles again before gasping, as if remembering something.
Rayne: Oh, yes! Victor, I hate to bother you but I think the DJ just pulled out the plug on the lighting for your Hispanic Hero wall…
Latino shoots a glance in the general direction Rayne is indicating, sighs and gives Alicia an apologetic look, pushing his way through the guests to sort out the problem. Alicia and Rayne are left together looking like a not-entirely-correct pair of twins, but fortunately before things get awkward, they are joined by Rena and her husband Ryan. Ryan greets both ladies with a small peck on the cheek.
Ryan: Alicia, Rayne, this looks like one heck of a party you’ve come up with.
Rena: Yes, and the house is simply beautiful, another joint design effort between the pair of you? You make such a good combination.
Both Alicia and Rayne smile, though Rayne looks considerably more pleased with the compliment than Alicia does. Feeling suddenly rather constricted, Alicia looks for an escape and sees it as Latino returns, shaking his head a little at having had to deal with technical issues at such an early stage.
Alicia: Oh, here comes Victor, you know he was here during most of the building work, I’m sure he can tell you much more about it than I can. Help yourselves to drinks, there’s plenty of them.
She underlines her point by downing most of her screwdriver in the manner of an accustomed social drinker looking to make early headway. Rena, Ryan and Latino give one another glances.
Alicia: If you’ll all excuse me, there are a lot of people I haven’t said hello to yet, and I’d hate to be rude…
She takes her leave, and Ryan raises his glass slightly.
Ryan: I believe Alicia’s going to be wedded to the vine tightly this evening.
Rena: You can say that again. Think we’ll get philosophy, fireworks, or both?
Rayne looks questioningly at Rena, and Ryan laughs loudly.
Ryan: Oh, it’s part of being one of the Laureano clan, right, Victor?
Latino shrugs, but with a hint of a smile of agreement.
Rena: Remember the Christmas party? Someone got her started on what the best Disney soundtrack of all time is, and we got ten minutes of unbridled hatred of Celine Dion for “stealing” the song from Beauty and the Beast.
Ryan: God, yes, I think my favorite part was when she described Angela Lansbury as “the fucking bomb”.
The assembled group laughs; Rayne, however, looks more than just amused…
Oblivious to all this, Alicia pushes her way politely through the melee and heads for the front door. As she is greeting a woman in her 40s’, the door bell rings, and Alicia opens it with a flourish.
It’s not who she expected. Biff has a slightly loud suit and a bubbly young woman on his arm; Alicia tries to remember if she saw the invite to them going out, she seems to recall asking Rayne to “pass over” the Fallout GM (since she knows that Biff does enjoy stirring things up with a few theatrics given the chance).
Still, ever the good host, Alicia lets them in and exchanges a few pleasantries; as Biff and his beau move into the house a bit, Alicia sees a long black limousine struggling with the curve of the drive. The door opens, and the man who gets out makes Alicia smile as he walks the rest of the way himself.
Ginger (looking back at the car): I knew I shouldn’t have brought the beast, but I do like to make an entrance…
He and Alicia exchange a brief hug.
Alicia: I didn’t know if you’d have time to come, it’s wonderful to see you off-duty.
Ginger smiles.
Ginger: Well, I can’t be tied to the desk all the time… is the bar open yet?
Alicia: Oh, absolutely. Come with me, I could do with a top-up myself…
She and Ginger re-enter the house. As they do so, Biff can be seen clearly pointing out Ginger’s distinctive carrot-top hair to his female compainion…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:10:35 GMT -5
Match 2: XS3 vs. Gary (Credit: XS3)
The sounds of "Loser" fade out as we come back from the break. Gary is in the ring and some members of the crowd cheer for him while others don't really care. Philip is also in the ring with his trusty mic.
Philip: "And his opponent, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 280 lbs, he is XS3!"
"Inhale" by Stone Sour begins to play and the crowd cheers. When the song really kicks in, XS3 makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving the fans he passes. XS3 rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and jumps onto the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. He hops down and throws his shirt into the crowd and hands his skull cap to the referee.
Bell rings.
XS3 and Gary meet in the center of the ring, ready to kick things off. Gary suggests a test of strength to start things off and XS3 agrees. They start off with one hand each and as Gary prepares to go for the other hand, XS3 surprises him by grabbing his head and managing to lock in the Xhilaration.
XS3: "Silly Gary! Wrestling is for athletes!"
As the taunting words penetrate Gary's soul, the poor Fallout wrestler/interviewer has no choice but to tap out.
Bell rings.
Philip: "Um… here is your winner, XS3!"
The crowd is surprised at how fast Gary went down but XS3 isn't surprised. In fact, it's far from surprise: it's disappointment. XS3 goes over to one side of the ring and asks for a mic. Philip hands him one and he begins to speak.
XS3: "Hey, hey, hey, cut the music!"
The music slowly fades out. The fans are starting to sense some stress stemming from XS3.
XS3: "Okay, this is it. I'm sick and tired of being a nobody around here. I've worked my ass off for about seven years now, I've paid my dues, paid my bills and kept food on my family's table and what do I have to show for it? I'm stuck in the midcard being fed pieces of shit like this one right here!"
XS3 points to Gary before looking back towards the crowd.
XS3: "I've tried so hard to keep all of this in me and not let it come out in a bitchy manner. I've tried to be a good guy for so long. But now enough is enough. All I ask for is a shot at the ACW World title one day. It doesn't need to come tonight or next week. It needs to happen eventually. I'm tired of being overlooked while others constantly leapfrog me to get where they are. Right now, my career in ACW is my main focus and nothing's going to stop my drive towards MY destiny. Yeah, that's pretty much it. Anyone wants to come disagree with me, they know where to find me."
XS3 then throws the mic down onto the canvas and leaves the ring. As he heads up the ramp, the crowd is simply speechless at what XS3 just said.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:11:29 GMT -5
Segment “Thunderkiss Idol – Part 1” Credit: T-Kiss Note: Prerecorded Footage.[We are at an undisclosed sound studio, pressumadly in TK’s home down of Los Angeles, California. We see Thunderkiss and his super agent, William Charles Wilcox sitting behind a table with a huge label that reads “Thunderkiss Idol” on the front. The whole set is completely tacky and looks like it was put together by a bunch of third graders. There is a door on the right that is guarded by a security guard, obviously a decision make by the “King of Paranoia” himself, Wilcox. Our scene opens with both men flipping through notes of contestants who have made their way to this location today for a chance to become TK’s new valet. From all across the globe, they have assembled here to live their dreams – dreams consisting of getting sexually, verbally and physically abused by Thunderkiss himself. One may compare this to a “suicide” contest – and be that as it may – it will be a compassion that will not soon be forgotten.] Thunderkiss: So who’s up front brother? Wilcox: Some guy that goes by the name of “Minikiss”… this ought to be interesting. Thunderkiss: Minikiss…? Wilcox: Send him in! [The camera pans to the door and the security guard, who is sporting a neat button that reads “TK Security”, opens the door for the first contestant. To both men’s surprise, in steps a vertically challenged man all decked out in a Thunderkiss wardrobe, right down to the black cowboy books and black tank top. Thunderkiss, proving the critics who say he is nothing more than a child in a grown man’s body, becomes easily amused by the sight.] Thunderkiss: HAHA! Look Wilcox, a TINY MAN! HEY THERE TINY MAN! Wilcox (Putting his hand on his forehead): Oh dear God … Minikiss: Hi! I’m a midget! Thunderkiss: Yes, thank you tiny man. Uh… let me ask you right up front. Why the hell would I need a midget?! Minikiss: The question you should be asking yourself is … “Who doesn’t”?! We are quite popular now! Thunderkiss: Hm… (Thunderkiss raises his fingers to his chin) … Indeed! Well you got me there little man. What talents do you have?! Minikiss: Well, I can do this! [Minikiss leaps into the air and does a 360 circular cartwheel upon landing. The little guy finishes his spin and then takes a knee, ta-da style, and looks into the eyes of a very unimpressed Thunderkiss. To his side, Wilcox tires to hide his laugh …] Thunderkiss: Well, that was just “swell” and all my little friend, but I’m afraid if you did that behind me on my way to the ring I would have to permanantly use soap on the rope in the locker room because I would be officially labled as gay. NE-Minikiss: WAIT! Thunderkiss: What? Minikiss: I have a big penis. Wilcox: Oh so random … Thunderkiss: ?! Can little people have big rods? Wilcox, have you ever heard of a midget with a big penis?! Wilcox: I think I saw something online once … Thunderkiss: Go figure .. – OH DEAR GOD! [During the exchange, the midget has unzipped his pants and is jumping up and down with his massive member flapping in the air. In horror, Thunderkiss tries to cover his eyes but the image is well burnt in his head. Wilcox spins his chair around and screams out for security!] Wilcox: WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE REMOVE THIS MAN?! EW OH MAN – I JUST LOOKED AT IT! Minikiss: Oh come on, its funny … LOOK! *Wiggle Wiggle* [The midget runs behind the judge’s table and begins to flap his penis right next to Wilcox. Wilcox immediately jumps up onto the table screaming like a school aged girl.] Wilcox: OH GOD! GET IT AWAY FROM ME! KISS HELP! Thunderkiss: You’re on your own on this one brother. Holy shit – look at that thing! Its like a tripod! Minikiss: *Wiggle Wiggle* Wilcox: AIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! [Wilcox screams are soon quelled by a rushing security guard who very, very reluctantly grabs a hold of Minikiss and begins to escort him out the door. The crazed little man flails his little arms and legs in the air screaming at the top of his lungs …] Minikiss: This thing is ratings Kiss! You’re going to regret th- ~!~SLAM~!~[Wilcox quickly reaches over and grabs a tissue to wipe the sweat away from his brow. TK looks over at him and begins to laugh at the site of this grown man having a panic attack induced by a overly large midget penis.] Wilcox: G’Damn you Kiss! Why wouldn’t you help me back there?!?! Thunderkiss: Hey brother, I wasn’t about to touch that thing. Wilcox: Son of a bitch! Sometimes I don’t think you’re worth the money TK. Thunderkiss: Oh quit your whining Willy, you know Flamingo has an agent type dude, guy, whatever now? Wilcox: He does?! Thunderkiss: Yup, monkey see, monkey do. And let me tell you, I’d bet he has a penis flapping in his face everyday so be glad you only had to put up with it once. [Wilcox takes a moment to ponder TK’s illogical statement when his thoughts are interrupted by the next contestant pounding on the sound stage door.] Thunderkiss: My, this one sounds eager. Do we have a portfolio or a picture or something of this next contestant? Wilcox: Hmmm.. YEAH! We do, right here. Lets see … …… ohThunderkiss: What?! Wilcox: Yeah, we have a picture alright. [Wilcox reluctantly passes the photo to Thunderkiss. Kiss looks at it and tastes a little throw up in his mouth.] Thunderkiss: ….. This is going to be a long night. [End Part One]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:14:15 GMT -5
Segment: Party Blues (Credit: Rena / AK)
We return to the new Laureano residence; a good couple of hours have passed since Ginger’s arrival, and it sounds as if the DJ never did get the party started. Instead, music of a different kind is heard pouring gently into the main room. It is not a happy tune, and as the camera turns to find Alicia sitting beside the pianist with a martini in her hand which is clearly not her first, the choice of song makes a sort of perverse sense.
Holding her body as if it were dead, Alicia pouts as the gloomy song continues on and on. Charlotte walks up to Alicia with a glass of water, only to find it turned away, placing the toothpick from the martini into the water. The music finally stops, and a lighter tune begins to play. Alicia, at once, stops the player.
Alicia: Play the one before.
Pianist: But I’ve played it five times….
Alicia puts her hand on the pianist’s shoulder.
Alicia: Then this will be the sixth.
As the music gets gloomy again, Latino moves up to Alicia. He’s seen her in “melancholy inebriation” mode before.
Latino: The guests are wondering when they may be permitted to view the body.
Alicia smiles at this, wryly, and gestures with her glass.
Alicia: It hasn’t been embalmed yet. As a matter of fact, you are looking at it. The last remains of Alicia Laureano. Sitting up. I demand to be buried sitting up.
She chuckles, and though it’s not quite right for her, Latino decides to keep trying.
Latino: I always figured it would be taking a bow. But don’t you think the music could be a shade lighter, honey?
Alicia shrugs.
Alicia: Hey, it’s our house, right? No one’s making anyone stay, if people don’t like it, they can leave.
She starts craning her neck, perhaps looking for the next source of alcohol. What she sees, however, is Ginger approaching, looking slightly cut himself.
Gingerdude: Excuse me…
Alicia: What is it, Ginger?
Ginger: I seem to have a headache. Do you have any aspirin?
Alicia: Oh sure, sure, they’re out in the kitchen.
Alicia slyly looks over to where Biff and his female friend are chatting. She’s laughing just a little too loudly at Biff’s jokes.
Alicia: Ginge, it’s that new girl Biff has that’s got you this way. Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you.
Alicia stands up and kisses Ginger on the cheek.
Alicia: I….love you, Gingie. No, really, it’s a beautiful thing, strictly platonic, but still…
With that, Alicia makes her slightly skewed kitchen. Ginger looks at Latino and smiles.
Ginger: With friends like that who need enemies. She loves me like a father, plus she’s loaded.
Latino just nods sagely and starts thinking about another drink of his own.Ginge,r meanwhile, follows Alicia into the kitchen, and soon the cameras are there as well. Alicia hands him the aspirin with a glass of water and leans her body against the counter.
Ginger: Alicia, I have a favor to ask of you.
Alicia: As do I.
Ginger: Ladies first.
Alicia: It’s Rayne. I want you to find a job for her in ACW. As a receptionist or something.
Ginger looks surprised.
Ginger; But she adores you. I could not take her off of your hands, Alicia.
Alicia: Well yeaah, she’s been fun to have around, but three’s a crowd, you know?
Ginger smiles, and takes his aspirin.
Ginger: I’ll do it on one condition.
Alicia: What is that?
Ginger; Saturday I promised that new girl we’d give her a try-out. I want you to come and really test her, see what she’s made of.
Alicia nods; it sounds like a fair deal, even if she’d rather hoped to spend time with Victor on Saturday.
Alicia: What time?
Ginger: Four O’clock.
Alicia: I will be there, as long as you find something for Rayne.
Ginger: I’ll do my best.
Alicia: Oh, you’re a star. Thank you, Ginger.
She moves to hug him affectionately, and Ginger laughs, blocking her with a gentle skill that suggests this is something he’s experienced many times. They both head out of the kitchen to rejoin the party, and the music at last seems to have become more cheerful…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:15:36 GMT -5
Segment: “The Dark Hero Who Overcomes Tragedy: Resolution” (Credit: Nick D)
INT. VENICE BEACH COAST – EARLY AFTERNOON
The scene fades in with a far shot of the lone figure of Nick Durden sitting on the pristine white sand of a beach as the gentle guitar intro to ”Last Song” by Gackt plays. The camera slowly begins zooming in.
Atemonaku hitori samayoi arukitsuzuketa (I continued wandering aimlessly, all alone)
The brilliant blue water shimmers luminously in the sunlight as the tide caresses the shore. A gentle breeze gently caresses the delicate features of his face. No one else can be seen for a long stretch. This is the backyard of Nick’s home, sequestered in a private Venice Beach neighborhood. Despite the beauty of his surroundings, Nick sits there, broodingly musing at the sight of the blank horizon with a sense of loss in his heart.
Wake mo naku namida ga koboreta (Tears overflowed without any reason)
Nick closes his eyes and the scene shifts to a flashback of the first time Nick and Renix met in that hotel lobby before Super Happy Fun Vagina Day Extravaganza. Nick looks on in wonder as Renix imparts words of wisdom on the passage of time. Then we move to a shot of Nick giving Renix her Christmas present of a shina ibu puppy.
Kono karada ga kieru mae ni ima negai ga todoku no nara (Before this body disappears now, if my wish reaches you) Mou ichido tsuyoku dakishimete (Please hold me tight once more)
Later, there is footage of Nick and Renix after their first official date. The couple stands in a subway station and Renix gives Nick a light peck on the cheek. Finally, Renix is shown tenderly embracing a weeping Nick after his match against the Rioters at Bloody Valentine. We then pan out to a wide shot of Nick’s back. Suddenly, a female figure walks into the frame and continues walking toward Nick. When she reaches Nick’s side, the camera zooms in closer to the couple and we see that the female is Renix Williams. She gently takes her seat in the sand next to Nick. She too looks out to the horizon, hoping to find the same thing Nick seems to be looking for as the camera slowly pans around the two. She takes the initiative to break the silence.
RENIX To break up in a place like this seems like a bit of a shame.
NICK Why?
RENIX ‘Cause I’ll have to take several buses to get back to the hotel.
Nick chuckles lightly.
NICK What I meant was, why are we breaking up?
RENIX Because I did something unforgivable...
Renix’s voice breaks a little.
RENIX ...And now you’ll never look at me the same way again.
NICK What a coincidence. I happen to have done something unforgivable as well. I took the love that we had, the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and just threw it away.
Nick pauses and stares down at the sand.
NICK And now I regret it. I can’t ask you to just forget the things I said because I know it’s not that easy.
Nick turns his entire body to face Renix.
NICK All that talk about just forgetting tragedies is shit.
Nick takes both of Renix’s hands into his and looks earnestly into her eyes.
NICK But what I want to tell you is this: no matter what you do...in my eyes, you’ll always be the same. You’ll always be the girl I fell in love with. You’ll never change.
Renix’s face tenses up and her eyes begin fluttering as tears flood her eyes.
NICK We chose each other. I need the comfort of knowing that when I reach out for that small bit of hope, your hand will be there. Otherwise, I’ll lose the courage to move on. So I’ll ask you again. Why are we breaking up?
Fighting through the tears and the uprising sobs, Renix manages a smile.
RENIX Let’s not.
Nick smiles in return. He then slowly leans forward to plant a gentle kiss on Renix. Renix can’t hold back anymore and begins to weep openly. Nick pulls her toward his body and cradles her head next to his chest. Renix’s tears wet his shirt. She takes a fold in Nick’s shirt and blows her nose in it. Nick breaks out laughing.
NICK (teasingly) My, aren’t you very lady-like today?
Renix giggles and playfully hits Nick on the shoulder. The two sit there for a while, laughing, holding each other in a sublime embrace, the mellow rhythm of the tide rushing onto the sand surrounding them. Suddenly, mischievously raucous cackles slice through the harmonious silence. Renix and Nick immediately turn to the direction of the sound. They see a group of children obliterating a sand castle while a smaller boy and girl can only look on in horror. The bigger kids flee chortling triumphantly, leaving the other two to wallow in their misery. Renix and Nick are obviously disgusted.
NICK It’s sad. There are still people out there who will laugh when others cry.
Renix resolutely rises to her feet. She runs to the kids and proceeds to hug them. Nick is taken aback by her maternal nature.
RENIX It’s okay, don’t cry. I’ll help you build an even bigger one. Does that sound good?
The kids wipe the tears from their eyes and nod vigorously.
RENIX Nick, come help!
Nick springs up to his feet and joins the group as “100 Years” by Five for Fighting begins to play.
NICK If we’re gonna build one, let’s make it big!
And I’m just dreaming Counting the ways to where you are
The scene then fast forwards to a little later. The group is seen collecting buckets of sand and dumping it onto a huge mound.
I’m 22 for a moment And she feels better than ever
Then, the castle is beginning to take shape as everyone starts molding the pile of sand into castle form.
There’s never a wish better than this When you only got a hundred years to live
There’s a bit of horseplay afterwards as Nick and Renix hurl sand at each other. Renix tries to dump a handful of sand on top of Nick’s head, but he grabs her by the wrists and takes her to the ground, only to subdue her with furious tickling.
The sun is getting high We’re moving on
After, the group starts handling the finer details as Nick and Renix guide the children’s hands while they smooth down the surfaces and carve out archways and turrets. Finally, by the time the sun is just barely grazing the horizon, their castle is finished. The group stands back and elatedly admires their work. A woman’s voice is heard calling out from the distance.
WOMAN Brian, Melissa! Time to come home!
NICK Time to go, kids.
After giving Renix and Nick some warm hugs, the children return home. Renix and Nick watch as they run back to the loving arms of their mother and become nostalgic for the times when they could so easily run to their parents for comfort. Now they had each other. The scene fast forwards again to where the sun is almost entirely smothered, the sky drowned in the magnificently warm tinges of sunset. Nick and Renix are sitting next to their castle, just staring meditatively out to the infinite reaches of the warm, mysterious sea.
RENIX I don’t think they’ll ever forget today.
NICK Who knows?
RENIX I know they won’t. Even if the castle is washed away, they’ll remember that once, two grown-ups helped them make a huge castle. That memory won’t vanish.
Nick nods in agreement.
RENIX Only...by tomorrow, the castle’s still gonna disappear. No matter how big or how beautiful it once was, there’ll always be a day when it’s destroyed.
Renix stares down somewhat despondently.
NICK Then we’ll build more.
Renix looks up at Nick.
NICK As long as you want to, we’ll keep building. As long as we build them together.
Renix smiles confidently, assured that she’ll always have this strong safety blanket surrounding her. The scene fades out as they gaze back out to the sea, its stretches as infinite as the possibilities for their love.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:16:09 GMT -5
Segment: Act 1, Scene 1 (Credit: Flamingo)
“Beautiful, boys! Absolutely stunning!”
Hot-shot agent to the stars William Epstein stood up from his desk and clapped his hands enthusiastically for the two men who entered the room. “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo and his big, bad, brother from a Eastern European mother, Mister Jones swaggered into Epstein’s office looking like a million bucks. New suits (not in the case of Jones), a fresh shave (also not in the case for Jones), and big smiles (you guessed it! Not Jones). Adrian plopped down on the leather chair in front of Epstein’s desk and Jones took his position at standing behind his flamboyant check-signer.
“Willy, I gotta admit, I had my doubts about you… but the limo rides, the fancy luncheons, and the schnazzy duds reaaaaaaally helped me change my mind, baby!”
Epstein smiled at his latest client and took a seat himself.
“Well, Adrian, I’m glad to hear that you are enjoying your accommodations, but, unfortunately, now’s the time where we gotta do a little work. Now, I’ve been reviewing the latest editions of ACW Meltdown, Warfare, and some of the more recent Pay-Per Views as well, and I have to say, I think I figured out your problem.”
Adrian lowered his sunglasses and glared up at Epstein.
“My problem? What about Jonesy? You’re not just representing me, pal, you’re also representing my main man!”
Epstein flashed a smile that was charming, but not as charming as Adrian’s.
“Adrian, babe! I know that Machismo International is a package deal… but Mister Jones knows his role perfectly. He’s the muscle, he’s the intimidation factor, he’s the insurance policy… but you? You’re the star, Adrian… and in recent months, I have to say that you’re once shining star is losing a bit of it’s luster. Think about it, you’re rivals Thunderkiss and Jason Freeman get booked every month for a Pay-Per View match while you? You hang out at a children’s restaurant with your bodyguard. Adrian Flamingo… you’ve got the looks… you’ve got the talent… and you’ve got the charisma to make it big not only in the ring, but on the big screen! You’re missing something, though, babe…”
Flamingo’s enthusiasm had been zapped when Epstein reminded him of his recent… “inactivity.” The once-smiling superstar, was now a slightly brooding, pissed off man. Epstein had better have some gold under that well tanned noggin of his, or he may just find himself on the wrong end of Mister Jones’ boots.
“You need a blood feud! Those are all the rage, babe! People aren’t tuning in for the three count… they’re tuning in for the anguish, the frustration, the rage… the bloodshed! The people want to see two men who hate each other lock up in the most unconventional, unorthodox ways imaginable! The thing is… we don’t want to risk you getting mutilated TOO bad. After all, Wheaties won’t want a spokesman with a forehead like Abdullah the Butcher. So… what we need to do… is find an opponent for you who’ll agree to go along with this. Someone that we can pay off to make this look as real as possible… but at the same time, be as safe as possible.”
Flamingo jumped out of his seat and got nose to nose with Epstein. His nostrils flared as his face turned bright red. Jones sat back and chuckled at this display
“So, lemme get this straight. You want ME to pay off some fool to fake a blood feud with me… all for the sake of getting a guaranteed spot on the next Pay-Per View card?”
Epstein smiled at Flamingo confidently.
“Exactly.”
Flamingo got a two handfuls of Epstein’s pinstriped suit and breathed heavily in his face.
“That has to be the biggest shortcut I’ve ever heard of in my entire life! You think I’m the kinda guy who’d pull nothing but cheap shots and sucker punches to advance up the card? That I’d take the easiest route possible to achieve my destiny?”
….
“Then you thought right!”
Adrian wrapped his arms around the sleazy agent and gave him the gruffest man-hug on the face of the planet. Jones shook his head and chuckled to himself as Epstein probably was going to drop his undershorts off at the cleaner’s on the way home. Flamingo was perhaps the strangest character Jones had ever encountered… and he had encountered 7 ft tall albino women and manically-depressed attention whores. Anyways, yes, Flamingo was an odd bloke. He was all smiles and pizzazz one minute, but he was a completely different person when he was pissed. Almost like a flamboyant Jekyll and Hyde.
“So… who do you have in mind?”
Epstein reached into his desk and pulled out a VHS tape and inserted it into the TV/VCR behind his desk. He turned back around with a huge smile on his face.
“I have the right man for the job…”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 1, 2007 17:16:35 GMT -5
Match 3: Top Draw vs Los Conquistadors (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring at a combined weight of 427lbs, the team of BK London and Jake Cheng, Top Draw!
Following the moment of complete silence the beginning chords of "The Emperor's Soundtrack" by Lupe Fiasco sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely nuts for Top Draw. As the heavy bass shortly follows and the melodic flow of Lupe Fiasco proceeds, both Jake Cheng and BK London make their way through the curtain onto the top of the stage to a pop of a bigger magnitude. They play towards the crowd, hyping them up on opposite side of the stage before meeting back at the center and making their way down the ramp. They slap the hands of the crowd who are lucky enough to get seats by the ramp before stopping at the mouth of the stage. There BK does his signature 'BK pose' while Jake does his 'Jake pose', and the pyros shoot up behind them back on the stage. The pair enters the ring and hops up on the opposite turnbuckles, playing more towards the crowd as the cameras flash all around the arena. They hop down from the turnbuckle and meet in the center of the ring, waiting for their opponents.
After a long pause, and waiting for their opponents, they are seriously perplexed when they hear a generic spanish theme.
Phillip: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 405 lbs, Conquistador #1 and Conquistador #2, Los Conquistadores!
The pair make their way through the curtain in golden suits to a mild pop from the crowd. They jimmy walk down to the ring before hopping up on the apron and flipping into the ring, meeting face to face with the former Tag Team Champions, and Top Draw can't help but be surprised.
As the bell sounds, both BK London and Jake Cheng waste no time taking it to the Conquistadors. BK lands a swift kick to the gut of Conquistador #1 before sending him soaring over the top rope to the outside, landing very stiff on his upper back. Jake delivers a huge roundhouse kick to Conquistador #2 which swings him around, right into the Shades of Michaels by BK. He then slaps Jake on the shoulder and tells him to head up to the top rope while BK holds Conquistador #2 in the Bearhug Position. Jake comes off the top rope with a Ghetto Stomp in a Double Team Manuever they dub "So a Black Guy and a Chinese Guy Walkin Into a Bar..". The crowd cringes after seeing Conquistador #2 hit the mat and BK stacks him up as Joey Reynolds makes the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winners of this match, Jake Cheng and BK London, Top Draw!
"The Emperor's Soundtrack" sounds throughout the arena and the crowd erupts for another win by Top Draw. Referee Joey Reynolds raises the pair's hand in triumph as they pose for pictures for the crowd. Moments later, Jake tells Reynolds to scurry out the ring. After posing for a few more pictures for the crowd, BK hops off the top rope and turns around - about to walk right into Jake.
Jake stops him in the middle of the ring, and points up to the ceiling and soon enough from the dark area above comes down a long rip cord holding two gold objects. The pair finally reaches down by the tag team, and hanging from the ripcord appear to be two championship belts.
The feeling of anticipation that swept over BK's face is now engulfed by one of surprised as he rips the belt off the rip cord along with his partner Jake. BK looks at the championship belt, staring deeply into it before banging it repeatedly against his forehead and holding it up in the air for the fans to see.
While the fans don't necessarily know what are the belts? who made these belts? and what are they doing with these belts? They can't help for cheer as they see the elation on both BK and Jake's faces, especially after their loss at Bloody Valentine. While we don't know much about these belts, the only thing we can confirm is that embedded on the belts in huge large print are "P-W-B".
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