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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:38:16 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 29th March 2007
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------------
Jason Freeman vs VorteX
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Rattlesnake vs Rayne Iwashita
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Jay Basin vs Renix Williams w/Kubbyd
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Champion vs Champion Brimstone vs Thunderkiss
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Wyvern vs Starkweather
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Steel Cage Match - Escape Only Wyldcard vs Top Draw
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:38:53 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Champion at Last (Credit: Senator)
The show opens up with a flourish, and a crowd which is already extremely hyped up before so much as a word has been uttered. Speaking of which…the shot crosses to ACW’s faithful commentary team.
Maxwell McNally: Welcome one and all to ACW Meltdown, we're going to have a heck of a show here coming off the aftermath of the startling results of Genocide!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Awwww yeah! Genocide was the bomb and then some, Maxie! ACW's never going to be the same now! We have a ton of new champions here, and we had some incredible moments there!
McNally: Indeed we did, Mr. Edison, speaking of which...
"Hail to the Chief" plays over the PA, and is followed immediately by a huge burst of tickertape that not only shoots up from the entranceway, but also drops from the very ceiling, making for what will have to be quite the cleaning job later on. A ring of red, white, and blue fireworks shoots off next, at the apex of the Arena ceiling, as Steve Phillips steps out onto the entranceway, large bandage on his forehead, wearing one of his finely tailored suits, ACW World Heavyweight Title held proudly over the right shoulder. The crowd gives him the expected standing ovation as he walks down the ramp, clasping random hands, with a large grin on his face. Phillips steps into the ring, brushes some tickertape out of his hair, and takes the microphone from Phillip Jones. He tries to speak, raising the mike up for a moment, but waits for the cheers to subside before talking.
The Senator: Well, well, well...I do believe this is the finest entrance you people have given me since I first set foot in this Arena. Alright, where do I start? It has been so long that I can hardly believe that I am standing here, with this strap of leather and gold over my shoulder. Until a little under a month ago, I really did think that this was unattainable, out of my reach for good. But, then again, fate sure does have a strange way of working. When I signed up for Biff Taylor's Fallout promotion, I wanted to help that company soar to the top. But instead, my time on Fallout helped me regain that key ingredient that I had thrown to the wind when I retired, it gave me that spark, that, if you'll excuse the corniness, that eye of the tiger.
Phillips chuckles to himself for a moment before speaking again.
Senator: Perhaps experience truly does pay off. Abraham Lincoln lost many elections before attaining the highest office in the land, and achieving a factor of greatness no president before or since has been able to match. Ulysses S. Grant was a failure and a drunk before he was selected to lead the Army of the Potomac, leading the Union to victory over the Confederate States. Do excuse me for my history lesson of sorts, for it does hold relevance here. Plus, I consider it my privilege as your champion to go on longwinded, boring rants to open the show! Is that not something of a tradition at this point? I jest, I jest…partially, at least. Anyway, the point I was meaning to get to, is that it very well might have taken those previous losses, losing to Yoko Satoshi, losing to Alicia Kitsune, losing to any champion who ever was placed in a title match with me, I do believe that I would never be able to stand here today, and declare to you that I am the Fifteenth ACW World Heavyweight Champion, without those fortifying defeats! My goal here was always, first and foremost, not to go directly for the gold, but to put on the very best matches that I could push this body to produce, to enlighten you people on the superiority of fighting spirit, and on the beauty of the technician's style.
The Senator pauses for a moment, adjusting his collar before getting back to his speech.
Senator: I know, I know, I am coming perilously close to overstaying my welcome here, if I have not already accomplished that feat! So then, I have but a few more things to say before I close out. This quest for the title has not been without consequences. My body STILL feels as if it is going to fall apart on me, after Chance Emmerson about killed me in the ring! Various news outlets covered my win, which proves false the old adage that "there's no news that's bad news." Already, my constituents back home have complained that I risked my career in politics and my ability to serve Illinois by foolishly stepping into the ring against a coldhearted seven foot killer. Hmph! They knew what they were getting into when they elected this crazy old man! Finally, I must say, this has not been a one man mission. I have countless people to thank for sustaining me to this point. "Textbook" Tim Dwight is the best trainer in the business, bar none, and his film has been invaluable. Working alongside him has only improved me. The Senatorial Stable, every single member, past, present, and Fallout have been the best allies possible. Hunter, God rest his soul, may have been difficult at times, but he made me a better leader for it. Rena, you have yourself a great life, even if you betrayed me, it was yet another lesson for me to learn. Kalb, Fitsharris, you two are indeed loyal to an insane degree. Never let it be said that you two are second rate fighters, or that you work for a second rate promotion. Finally, Wyvern, if you had not been so selfless in your decision to allow me to take the opportunity at Emmerson, it would have ended there. Rest assured, you WILL get your time in the sun, and such things WILL be rewarded...and that, one and all, has been nothing...but...
Crowd: The Truth!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:40:04 GMT -5
Segment: And so it continues...(Credit: Jake/BK/Jonny/Gooey)
The show returns after a rapid commercial placement; the next sound the audience gets to hear is “The Emperor’s Soundtrack” by Lupe Fiasco, and out steps Top Draw. Due to the deal Top Draw made with Chairman Gingerdude, Top Draw can no longer carry around the PWB Tag Team Titles, but they know they are the champions. They walk down to the ring and climb on in. BK does his signature BK pose for a crowd and Jake grabs a pair of microphones. He tosses one to BK. It hit BK in the back of the head with a loud KLACK as BK still poses. BK looks and Jake shrugs and laughs.
Jake: Oh man. But we have to put all laughing aside. Tonight you, the fans, will be given a pay-per-view quality match right here on Meltdown. And no, it will not be against Jay Zero.
The crowd gives Jake a giant “WHO?” which makes him as happy as a little schoolgirl.
Jake: That’s right. You will be given Genocide Part Two. A Steel Cage match between the best two tag teams in ACW today. On one side, the winning side, Top Draw! And the other side its....umm....damnit. BK, who are we facing again?
BK leans to Jake and has to bend over a bit to whisper in Jake’s ear.
Jake: Mhmm...yes.....I see....WHAT!
Jake staggers back and has to use the ropes to catch his balance.
Jake: We have to face them! That’s going to be impossible!
BK: Jake, what’s the matter?
Jake: How can we beat G-Unit! I mean come on, Fiftys been shot God knows how many times and he is still living, much to the disappointment of music lovers. And...who else is in that group.
BK sighs and takes over the mic.
BK: Poor Jake, you and your memory lapse. But on a serious note, I have something to say. You know, all over - in the back, at signings at malls, at Target at 12AM - I have been approached by many people who have all basically said one thing "Man, Wyldcard took you guys to the limit at Genocide, eh?". You see, Wyldcard is a very formidable team. They're, dare I say, "impressive". Sure, they don't have flash, glitz, glamour, and the good looks that we possess, but they manage to get the job done. But to consider, that they took us to the limit at Genocide - to consider for one second that Wyldcard is in the same league as the legendary Top Draw - that is where you are mistaken my friend.
Wyldcard, sure, they have their little accolades. But we're the most successful tag team and most accomplished tag team to ever grace ACW. Between us, 17 different title reigns. Between us, hundreds of wins over the ACW roster. Between us, two World Championships. I want you to find a tag team who has done what we have, I want you to find a tag team who can even compare themselves to us. That's right, you can't. So to even attempt to compare Wyld-
meow: -card to Top Draw, because quite frankly, it's insulting to imply that Top Draw is even in our league.
BK looks freshly annoyed as he knows that he was interrupted by Wyldcard who reveals themselves at the entrance both holding mics.
BK: Garth, I'd appreciate you to NOT come down during our time so you can-
Gooey: -Interrupt you and finish your sentences?
BK: Dammit, Garth. I'm not here to play your childish games. We're here to make a stateme-
Jonny: -nt about how you can no longer hide your undeniable love for each other.
Jake: Hey hey hey, woah woah woah! We are just partners. You got that?
Gooey and Jonny both raise and eyebrow.
Jake: No! Not like that! What I meant was that we're partners, like, in a tag-team! Let's try to get our minds out of the gutter people.
BK: Listen you two, you're childish antics are not going to bother us tonight, because we are going to kick both of-
Gooey: -YOUR asses in one hell of a bloody, brutal match inside a solid steel cage!
Jonny: At Genocide, I'm sure we surprised a lot of people. Hell, I think we might of actually impressed ourselves. And, Top Draw, we may of impressed you. But you two sure as hell didn't impress us. For two guys who just came out here to brag about their history and flaunt their title records, you didn't exactly live up to the expectations one would hold against a couple of people with such careers like your own. If we pushed you guys to your limit at Genocide then Gooey and I just might be a little bored, because tonight we are bringing it a step further. We're both prepared to go up and well beyond the limit and really, as far as we're concerned, there is NO limit to how far we will go to prove that we are better than you.
Gooey: But Jonny, how can you be so sure about that. I mean, how can we possibly win? It is escape only. Who knows how fast these guys can run away from us. I fear the match could end before it even begins, what will happen to all the fun?
BK: Nuh-uh, you can both stop right there. If you come into this ring tonight expecting a good time Garth, you couldn't be more wrong. Look above you. Take a good look at that cage. That isn’t some fun house, for tonight that is going to be your personal hell. And also, when the time comes, there isn’t going to be any running away escaping. It’s going to be us leaving after we felt we have done ourselves a satisfactory job of dragging your carcass around. At Genocide you have impressed us, but you haven’t done shit to prove to us that you’re anything more than crash test dummies.
BK London takes one step forward into the face of Gooey Garth, standing a mere 2 inches from him. Jake steps forward too and steps up to Jonny and trash talking seems to commence between all four of them. The unexplainable sound of the mic hitting the mat from BK's hands follows and it looks like an all out war is going to escalate - even before the tag match begins.
But before any blows can be thrown, the sounds of "Ginger's Theme" rocks the arena to a wave of boos.
Ginger: Whoa Whoa Whoa! Hold up a minute! I will not jeoporadize a the main event I have promoted tonight. The billed match is Wyldcard vs Top Draw in a Steel Cage, and I'll be DAMNED if my main event is going to go up in smokes for some argument. So until the cage match tonight, I don't want to see neither team for the rest of the night, got it? Good. Now get the hell out of my ring.
"Ginger's theme" restarts as he steps back through the curtains, leaving the two teams staring down each other intensely. BK gives the signal to Jake, and Top Draw are the ones to exit the ring - walking backwards to not take their eyes off their opponents for later in the night.
A tag team battle this fierce and epic hasn't been seen in ACW in a while, and it all concludes...tonight inside of the 15 foot walls of unforgiving steel.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:41:04 GMT -5
Segment Name: Meeting with the fan club (Credit: Jason Freeman) The camera zooms in onto Jason Freeman. He is sitting in a chair, in some random hallway. It seems that he’s got a spot all reserved for himself for his meeting. He sits and awaits his fan club. Now of course, normally, he’d be creeped out about the fact that these guys were so obsessed with him…but at the moment he just needs some support. Plus he has some other plans, assuming that this works out. Anyways, he sits there seeming a bit bored…when all of a sudden a door begins to open.’
Freeman waits and in comes a man who’s appearance seems to be a bit different than what Freeman expected. In walks a man who is relatively short with brownish hair, who seems to be beginning to bald a bit. He has glasses and looks like…well…a nerd…and Freeman seems surprised for a second. But no words can describe the expression on the man’s face. His eyes widen, seeing his hero up close and in purpose! He doesn’t know what to do…he begins to run towards Freeman but then stops in front of him. : It…is…an…HONOR….to meet you…Jason Freeman… He stands still for a second before quickly bowing, taking Freeman aback. Freeman just kind of nods his head with a slight smile on his face, for lack of a better thing to do… Freeman: So…uh…I thought there were going to be more of you guys… : THERE IS! There are five of us. The five leaders of this club. We meant to get here at the same time, but we chose to go separately…we need our distance while mourning. Freeman:…er…mourning…eh?....What happened….uh…a member die or something? The man looks at him in shock… :You…don’t know…? We were mourning the loss of your title to Thunderkiss…HOW DARE HE BEAT YOU??!! YOU’RE JASON FREEMAN! THE CHAMPION!!!!! The man looks almost reduced to tears, taking Freeman aback…Freeman figures he should say something, but can’t think of anything, so he merely puts his hand out for a handshake. Freeman: So uh…what’s your….name….? : My name is Jack Francis! He grabs Freeman’s hand with both of his and squeezes it. On every syllable of his next sentence he shakes it up and down. Jack: You. Have. No. Idea. How. Much. This. Means. To Me. Freeman gives an awkward smile and merely shrugs…and then decides to try to start up some kind of conversation. Freeman: So uh….how…um….well…Jack Francis, huh? Jack: Yes…well…it’s not my REAL name. You see, I wanted my name to have the initials JF, just like you…so I had to think of a name… Freeman: And you picked Jack Francis? At these words, Jack frowns, and seems a bit sad. Freeman looks at him quizzically. Jack: …Jack Fury was taken…. His frowns deepens, and Freeman decides to just continue talking
Freeman: So…there…ARE four more of you right? Jack: Yeah, I already told you. But I’m the leader. Freeman: You’re the leader? I could have sworn that the letter said leaders…as in the plural…I figured that you were all equal…. Jack: Well we’re all equal, but some are more equal than others. Like in that book…Animal Farm…about the communist animals. Freeman: You…read that…? Jack: Competition. Fan Club event. Take a random book, that you draw out of a hat, and write a 500 page essay finding a way to compare it to your life. Freeman: That’s….whatever…. Freeman decides that it’s just best to ignore the creepiness of the obsession, and just roll with it. That’s great advice for life by the way. Freeman: So when…is everybody…like…getting here…? Jack: Well…any second now…but… And then the door begins to open again, making Freeman feel relieved that he no longer has to talk to solely Jack…but as soon as the door opens he begins to regret these feelings…the person who walks in is easily the scariest person he’s ever seen in his life…the guy’s bald, but it’s his attire that is the scary part….and…well…a picture is worth a thousand words. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey….. Jack: Hey! Freeman, that’s Ryan. He’s a little…well…you know… Freeman looks at Ryan again, and then looks back at Jack, who shrugs.Ryan: OMG….it’s SOO fabulous to be here! Freeman: Yeah…um…it’s…um…so fabulous to meet you then…. Ryan: I looooooooove your hair. Freeman: Erm….yeah…I get that a lot Jack: Oh, just leave him alone, Ryan. He doesn’t like you. He likes me so much better. Freeman: Honestly I have no preference. Ryan: Oh come on…Im the best looking! And I have the beeeeest fashion sense. Freeman seems more awkward now then he was before…and he struggles to think of what to say, but then decides to just repeat himself.Freeman: Honestly, I have no preference. And then the door opens again, and Freeman seems thrilled…as the person who walks in seems at least semi normal…Though when he gets inside all of the way, Freeman notices a wine bottle in his hand. The man constantly keeps going to the bottle and drinking from it. Freeman eyes it a bit confused.Jack: That’s Tom…he’s…well…he used to be on some stuff…and…now…he’s not…but… Tom:Jason Freeman! My god! It’s greeeeeeeeeeeeat to see ya…. As Tom talks he noticeably slurs some of his words…and Freeman notices it.Freeman: I can’t help but notice the fact that you seem kind of… Tom: Look man, I was on some illegal stuff…but…now…I’m clean. Jack: Yeah…we figured that it’s a lot safer to put him on alcohol instead of drugs…because he was addicted. Now he’s too drunk to notice, AND…he’s off the drugs, and it’s great! Tom: Yeah…but…ah man, is this room spinning….? Ryan: One time…I got drunk…then…the next thing I know me and this guy named… Jack: SHUT UP! Nobody wants to hear this story! From the look no Freeman’s face he doesn’t want to hear this story either…and he decides to take up a conversation with Tom. At least he seems like he’d be semi normal when sober…if he ever is.Freeman: So how’d you get here? Tom: Whaddaya mean…same way everyone else did…. Tom takes a step forward and attempts to shake Freeman’s hand, but ends up stumbling and falling to the ground. He gets up and takes another swig of the bottle. Freeman’s eyes widen in sudden realization.Freeman: You didn’t….drive…here did you? Tom: What do you mean I… “didn’t drive here, did I?”…of course I did…it was a nice ride…though I don’t remember most of it…. Freeman: Well…um…maybe you shouldn’t have… Jack: Well, it’s okay. Once one of us offered to drive him and then he was annoying, because he was so drunk. So now we let him drive himself. Plus, he’s not nearly as big a fan of you as I am. When we were in mourning, he was too busy DRINKING! And Jack instantly spins around and glares at Tom, and it seems that there is some kind of rivalry among the group…as Freeman watches in confusion. There is a bit of an awkward silence, as Jack waits for Tom’s response, but Tom is too busy drinking to respond. Ryan makes a few short shuffles towards Freeman, and Freeman takes two long steps away from him…adding to the silence. From the look on Freeman’s face he’s wondering what he got himself into.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:42:28 GMT -5
Clocks (Credit: Jay Basin) As we return, the ring is filled with clocks of various sizes. They range from digital clocks to grandfather clocks. Some make noise, some don’t. People at home hear the noise “Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,” while the people at the arena can only hear themselves think why there are clocks out in the ring. Jay Basin walks out in a black Armani suit and stays focused on his watch as he walks down the ramp. He goes to the steel steps and goes up on them. He goes on the end apron and accidentally takes his eyes off of the watch. He worries a bit, but he is relieved, as he sees there is a huge clock on the Titantron telling him the time. He smiles and goes in the ring. He looks at the clocks that surround him and then back at his watch. He crouches down, still looking at his watch, and receives the microphone from the crewman. Feeling safe, Basin puts down his arm with the watch. He stares at the Titantron clock.“………”Basin goes to one of the mechanichal clocks and puts the microphone next to it. The clock goes “Tick…Tick…Tick…” He pulls the microphone away and stands back up.“These clocks have just as much as a reason as I do of being out here, so shut up!”The crowd boos Basin.“They’re very important in the world. They tell time. They tell us when it’s 4:30. They tell us when we have to get up and get ready for work. They tell us when something is on, dinner is ready, when it’s time for bed, when it’s time for your period, in which, by the way, every person here is late on for some reason, and when it’s time for an appointment. Time is so essential, that one named their magazine TIME Magazine, considering how much happens within our time span.”Basin walks over to a digital clock and crouches over. He places the microphone next to the clock, and the clock starts a high-pitched buzzing noise. He pulls the microphone away and stands back up.“Most clocks, if not all have an alarm. The alarm is what wakes people’s mind’s up. It stimulates the brain and triggers it to wake up. It’s a bitch if you’re in a deep sleep, but it works.”Basin goes back to the digital clock and pushes the snooze button. The alarm turns off.“Now just like these mechanical clocks, time is ticking. Ticking for what? My debut. At Genocide, I came out to the ring and announced that I would be issuing an open challenge that is open until the end of Monday Night Warfare. Unbeknownst to my knowledge, there was no Warfare this week, so I extended the deadline to tonight. I don’t know if your clock is the same one you have had since the night of Genocide, but I know that I have gone past four, maybe five clocks already, waiting for the damn person to accept my challenge, yet nobody has accepted it yet.”Basin is visibly frustrated, and he even looks at the entrance, hoping someone will come out. He turns his head around and continues.“I know that there will be someone up to the challenge tonight. He will feel like he has the guts, the bravery, the courage, the determination. He will walk out with his theme music blazing. You will cheer him. He will say how I have talked the talk, but have yet to walk the walk, and he will prove it tonight. Well if that’s what he’s gonna say, good, because I want to make him look even more foolish. He doesn’t know what he’ll be dealing with.”Basin looks at the clocks, as the crowd boos him. He goes to the grandfather clock and touches it. The wooden, polished feeling some reason calms Basin. He looks back at his watch and then at the Titantron Clock. Then he looks at the entrance, still in hopes of someone coming out. Nobody.“As every clock has an alarm, I too have an alarm. My alarm will come very shortly. My alarm will send a message to whoever my opponent is. Alarms stimulate the brain, and they can also startle people. My alarm will stress the brain and scare the opponent.”Basin leaves the ring and goes under the apron. He pulls out a sledgehammer and goes back in the ring. The crowd begins to make noise.“Are you ready? It’s about eight seconds until the alarm goes-”Basin drops the mic and swings the sledgehammer at the grandfather clock! Basin continues swinging the sledgehammer at these clocks, breaking them, dollars worth of clocks destroyed by Basin! Basin drops the sledgehammer and picks up the microphone.“There’s your alarm! Imagine you though, as those clocks! EVERY, SINGLE, ONE OF THEM!”The crowd boos Basin.“I’ve managed to save time… The clock is still ticking…”Basin drops the mic and he leaves with Unleashed playing, and the camera views the clock on the Titantron.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:44:00 GMT -5
Segment: Final words. (Credit: Jonny Spade, GooeyGarth)
The scene opens up to Jonny who is just sitting at the round table in the Wyldcard locker room. He has his feet up on the table with his hands up on his knees.
Jonny: Since last Saturday, people were impressed that I was able to do the magic I did and insisted that I keep it up because it made it more interesting. Well here is a special for you all.
Jonny takes his feet off the table and sits down properly on the chair. He puts his hands on top of the table and grabs a deck of playing cards and opens the deck up to get two cards out of it.
Jonny: Ok, so we have BK and Jake – Top Draw – that say that they are the best of the best and are at the top of the hill. So I shall use two Kings to represent them.
Jonny takes out the King of clubs and the King of Diamonds.
Jonny: Yeah these are two good ones. So we have them here…
Jonny puts the two cards at the bottom of the deck.
Jonny: …and just like that…
Jonny snaps his fingers. He then flips the top two cards over revealing the two Kings again.
Jonny: they claim to be on top of the hill. The big shots. The big money makers. Main Eventers. Etc. etc. I could go on but I don't want to waist time. So while they are on top they feel that nothing can stop them. Touch them…
Jonny then grabs two jokers and puts them on top of the Kings.
Jonny: But then, when the Wyldcards, Gooey and I, show up…
Jonny snaps his fingers once more and then flips over the two jokers to show the Ace of Spades and Ace of Hearts on top.
Jonny: They feel threatened that now that they have challengers for their “Reign as Kings”. So then they start to try to get in between us…well I shouldn’t say “they” it was really BK only.
Jonny takes the King of Diamonds out and puts it on top of the deck to represent BK.
Jonny: So when BK attempted to “hurt” us by taking Gooey’s pet bird Holly the end result ended up making himself look like a joke.
Jonny snaps his fingers and then flips over the card to show that the King of Diamonds has turned into a joker like before.
Jonny: To speed up this story of mine, I’ll take the next chapter to Genocide. The tables’ match we had was brutal. Sure my back is a little sore, but we still accomplished what I had said we were going to do earlier that night, which was show you boys up and give you a run for your money. And so, maybe we didn’t exactly come out on top that night with the victory of the match but if anything we at least should have made you watch the words that you say. Which brings us to tonight, you might still think that you are on top of the tag team division…
Jonny gets the two Kings and places them together on the top of the desk to symbolize BK and Jake on top of the division.
Jonny: …But not only are you guys NOT but we will show everyone that we will rise up…
Jonny rises his hand up next to the deck as he’s is talking.
Jonny: …to beat you both but we will rise up and out of the cage as champions…
Jonny flips over the top two cards to show the two aces (Spades and Hearts) that are at the top of the deck.
Jonny: …of the tag team division, and to show everyone not to count out the Wyldcard.
Jonny puts the cards back down on the table he was sitting at and puts his feet up on the table as the scene fades out with him staring at the camera.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:45:22 GMT -5
Segment Name: Meeting with the Fan Club Part 2 (Credit: Jason Freeman) The camera fades back to Freeman, and he seems to be in much the same situation he was before…Tom is trying to get over to him, but is too busy falling down and stumbling. He’s walked into the walls at least three times. Ryan is trying to compliment Freeman’s shoes, and Jack is trying to get Freeman to quiz him, which Freeman has no interest in doing…and then the door opens again…and Freeman looks at the door…without much hope.
The man who looks back at Freeman, is not what Freeman expected.Jack:Oh yeah, Mike’s here! the man who is apparently called Mike, goes up to Jack and gives him a huge high five, which transitions into what looks to be some kind of weird secret hand shake.…as Jack laughs. Freeman looks on in confusion, but assumes it must be some club ritualMike:Hey, guys! Sorry Im late Freeman…I can’t believe Im really looking at you! I was going to be hear earlier, but I saw a McDonalds and I was like… “Hey, McDonalds!” And I went in and got myself a cheeseburger, some fries, some mcnuggets, some ice cream and the works…then I bought a few more burgers for the road and I went back out and was almost here but then I saw a taco bell and was like “Hey, Taco Bell!” So I went in and I got myself a few tacos…you know, the works, and I was eating them and stuff when I said “Hey, Im supposed to meet Freeman!” And I went here and I was just about here and then I was like “Hey, Im late!” But now I’m here….so…Hey! Freeman’s eyes widen at both the guys constant talking, and the guys apparently constant appetite. Jack looks angrily at Mike, and eventually cuts in.Jack: Hey, shut up! He isn’t here to listen to you talk, and he doesn’t want to! Ryan: I loooooove to listen to you talk, Mike! Tom:And I HATE it! Do you have any idea what it’s like to have a huge hangover and you won’t shut UP! Freeman: Look, I…I mean…I don’t mind really….I…. Mike: You guys, are jerks…I remember once I was talking to you guys and you guys were like “Hey, shut up!” And I was like “Hey, I don’t care!” And you know what Freeman? These guys think they’re so great but really Im the real reason that we got this meeting. I was the one who wrote the letter you know. They were like “Hey, we’re gonna write him!” And I was like “Hey, I can do it!” So I got myself a few donuts, pulled up a pencil and paper and started writing…then I was like “Hey, Im done!” And we sent it! Jack: Idiot, I took that letter and threw it out and wrote my own because Im the most obsessed out of all of us! Mike: But…but…but…I like…put my heart and soul in that thing! Jack: It was going on and on like every one of your sentences! He never would have reached the end! Mike:….true…. Freeman: Isn’t there a fifth one of you also? And at those words the door opens for the last time, and standing before them, is a man who makes Freeman smile…because he looks totally normal. Slightly indimitating, but slightly awesome. Freeman is happy that at least one of his fans is cool, and as soon as the guy walks in, Freeman knows that his first assessment of him was right. The guy is the embodiment of awesomeness.Jack: Oh…hey…that’s Jacob…he doesn’t talk much…but… Jacob:….. Freeman: Hey, what’s up…? Jacob:…Hey…. Freeman reaches out to shake Jacob’s hand, and does so…and cringes slightly at his strength.Freeman: So guys, now that you’re all here…Jack was telling me about how he’s the leader and… Jack:…Um…well…sorta leader….I…. Jacob turns towards Jack and gives him glare that would scare anybody…Jacob:… Jack: Okay…Okay…we’re kinda…all the leaders…equal…but…I….I AM The most obsessed. Ryan: What! Oh no you di’nt! I’m more obsessed than you’ll EVER be! Freeman: Guys, be quiet! Honestly that doesn’t matter to me. What does matter is why I let you guys come here. I need some support…Ive been losing lately. Moral support you know? Tonight I have a match…let’s go out there and you guys just cheer me on…okay? Jack: We will do that! And we will do that better than anybody has ever given anybody moral support ever! We will give you five star moral support! Freeman: Well that’s really it for now…my match is next so let’s go to the ring… With that Freeman turns away followed by his fan club…towards the ring. Freeman is obviously wondering what he’s gotten himself into, but his focus is on the match at hand. Who knows…maybe the club will help.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:47:52 GMT -5
Match 1: Jason Freeman vs VorteX (Credit: Freeman)
The match starts out with Vortex charging at Freeman, showing off his speed. He takes down the former champ with a few well placed punches to the face, followed by a dropkick. As Freeman gets up again, he is taken out right away with a flying head scissors. Vortex goes to the top rope, and as Freeman gets up, he is planted down with a cross body. The Freeman Fan Club outside the ring tries to cheer on their idol, but Vortex goes for a pin. He only gets a two count however. He waits for Freeman to get up and goes behind him and tries to hit a german suplex. Freeman however, elbows him in the face. Vortex backs up and charges forward to hit Freeman with some kind of running attack, but Freeman dodges. Vortex comes back for the rebound off of the ropes, but Freeman hits him with a leg lariat.
Freeman manages to take a bit of control with some mat skills, using a few well utilized rest holds to tire out Vortex. As Vortex manages to fight back however, Freeman tosses him towards the turnbuckle. Freeman goes for a charging attack, but Vortex elbows him in the face. Then as Vortex runs forward, Freeman manages to hit him with a spinning arm backbreaker. Vortex is hurt, and Freeman pins but is only able to manage two. As Vortex gets up again, Freeman gets from behind and this him with an inverted fireman’s carry pancake. Freeman goes to the outside of the ring on the apron, and then hits a springboard stomp onto Vortex’s head. Freeman pins and once again only manages two.
The match continues with Freeman getting mostly domination in for a bit, but then Vortex finally starts to show some life. Freeman tries to set up for the Glory Driver, but Vortex escapes with an elbow to the head. Freeman clutches his head in pain, and Vortex knees him in the gut, capitalizing with a huge powerbomb. He covers but only gets two. Vortex awaits Freeman to get up, and when he does he plants him with a lariat. Freeman rolls onto his stomach, and Vortex goes over to him. Freeman pokes him in the eyes, and Vortex is groggy. Freeman gets up to his feet, and advances, but Vortex with insane speed spins around nailing a tornado DDT! Freeman hits the ground hard, and Vortex goes to the top turnbuckle!
Vortex begins to set up for the Blackout Dropkick, and he waits for Freeman to get up, but Freeman rolls over and grabs the referee, causing the ref to be distracted, when but out of nowhere Jack from the Freeman Fan Club gets right onto the apron and hits Vortex in the back of the head. Vortex loses his balance, and Freeman continues to distract the ref from the corner. Jacob enters the ring, and without any expression on his face, yanks Vortex by the hair, causing him to flip back into the ring. Freeman rushes forward, yanks Vortex to his feet, and hits him with the Glory Driver! Freeman pins… 1 . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Jason Freeman!
Freeman gets a huge grin on his face and escapes to the outside of the ring and him and the Freeman Fan Club slip backstage. Freeman is obviously happy that they are around, as they have just stolen him this victory. Vortex gets up, and is obviously not happy with the result.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:48:30 GMT -5
Segment: "The Game's Afoot" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The little arrangement that Rattlesnake and Cobra had made at Genocide seemed almost too good to be true...for Cobra. Little did Rattlesnake know that Cobra's intentions would be more cryptic than he thought. This whole battle of the two personalities had been escalating for some time now. But it's only a matter of time before either one would make the final blow, ending the war that rages inside Rattlesnake. The question that should be on everyone's mind is just who will make that blow and just who will emerge victorious.
But enough of that for now. That part will come later...much, much later. Genocide is over and Meltdown is finally here...that means two things. A new champion and the Road to Omega Effect III has finally begun. Everyone has their own goal for Omega Effect and they all want to win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. Thing of it is...only one person will. 30 men...one battle...one title shot. Chaos will run rampant in the ring until one is left standing.
That's Rattlesnake's goal. He wants to be the one standing in the ring victorious. He wants to be awarded the title shot and place himself in the Omega Effect Main Event for the ACW World Championship. Only 3 people lasted longer than he did last year. This year...that'll be another story. Rattlesnake has seen some of the best ACW has had to offer since that day...and he's beaten them in the ring. He really likes his chances this time.
Rattlesnake: Genocide was an interesting event. The Senatorial Stable started off on the wrong foot, but by the end of the night, we were on top of the world. We've secured our rightful place in ACW. With Senator holding the World Championship, our ascent will not stop. The sky is the limit.
Cobra: That's what you think.
Rattlesnake: And what the hell do you want?
Cobra: Oh nothing. I just wanted to make myself known. I figured you might have forgotten about me.
Rattlesnake: I've tried, but you tend to make that just a little difficult.
Cobra: You have to give me some credit. I can be persistent.
Rattlesnake: You aren't persistent. You're a virus. A virus I plan to eradicate when I get the chance.
Cobra: A virus? How can you be so cold to yourself? I can't be a virus.
Rattlesnake: Let's see. You make me sick. You infect me. You won't go away easily. I'd say that makes you a virus.
Cobra: I see how it is. I'll step away for the time being. But you better believe me when I say that the game is on.
Rattlesnake: Ooh...the game's afoot now. Big deal. You can't possibly win this one. I won't let it happen.
Cobra: We'll see about that.
Cobra's presence disappears, but Rattlesnake doesn't care. He knows that Cobra will always come back until the point when he can do away with him forever. Cobra was right about one thing though...the game is on. The game for sole control of Rattlesnake has begun.
Rattlesnake just tries to relax though. Cobra's gone for now. He can focus on his match.
Rattlesnake: Tonight is the night where I begin my run to the World Championship again. I may have had that attempt halted just over a month ago, but I'm not about to let it out of my sight. I came close and next time, it'll be mine. All I need to do is win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale and I can headline Omega Effect III. I'd practically be the odds on favorite to win. After all, my time to shine is on the horizon.
It wasn't even Fallen Heroes and he was already planning for himself to take part in the Omega Effect Main Event. Sure, it was fairly cocky of him to do so, but when he did something like that, he was almost assured it would happen. After all, it did at Emperor of the Ring.
Rattlesnake: But in order to kick-start it all, I have to go rain on Rayne's parade.
Rattlesnake continues to relax, but he's still unnerved about Cobra. Nothing could possibly relieve him at the moment. Absolutely nothing...which was what Rattlesnake wanted to turn Cobra into. The question that remains is will he? Will he be successful in Cobra's little game?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:48:59 GMT -5
Segment: What I Want (Credit: Michael)
“'Cause what I want And what I need Has now become the same thing You've been offering. As days go by, I've finally become what you want me to be.”
- “What I Want” by Daughtry
A rooftop, lit by the full moon in its splendor, its light shining upon the Earth below it, lighting the path of those who are able to see it from the East to the West, from North to South. Lit by this light are two certain people sat on the rooftop, lying down against the cold, maroon-colored bricks as the night breeze ensures their relaxation. One of them has a pair of black jeans, brown shoes, and a white t-shirt with the words “No Tengo Dinero” sewn onto the chest area. With striking green hair haphazardly tousled about and piercing eyes now in their natural ice blue color without the contacts, he was none other than ACW wrestler Nick Durden. With a sigh to the breeze, he brought his head back up, keeping his eyes closed.
“I wonder how he’s doing...”
The other person chuckled, as her pale blue eyes opened to look upon Nick Durden and what she considered him being foolish. Her hands were around her head, as she bore a white tank top, a pair of black shorts, gray flip flops and the same white headband around her forehead. She smiled kindly at Nick.
“Nick, you’re being foolish again.”
Nick turns his head around and opens his eyes, which stare right upon her, a small look of surprise within his pupils.
“Come again, Renix?”
She can’t help but to force a smile, trying to find the words to describe how she really feels that her comrade, her confidante, and most importantly, her friend, is being foolish.
“This entire war you’ve taken upon yourself to carry against the Adrian Flamingo...it’s made you more grim, thoughtful and miserable than any other man or woman I’ve seen. It’s got to stop...for your own sake.”
A small smile surpasses Nick’ lips, before he lies himself back down on the bricks, his eyes staring at the full moon above them.
For about twenty seconds, there’s nothing but silence around the two, which gives them time to hear the soft breeze’s small roar as it rushes through, taking some small leaves with them while giving its breathers a rush of fresh air. Nick finally seems to have an answer.
“That’s why I’m finished...finished with wrestling.”
Renix’s pale blue eyes open a bit wide, as she can’t help but to be surprised at Nick’s coldness and his delivery of the words. As if he had never even cared for wrestling. She slid a little closer to him…
“Look, I know you’ve been worried about Flamingo after that match...but Nick, he tried to destroy everything you ever gave value to. Your friends, your trust in others, you sense of security. Everything!”
“And yet...in the end, I became a puppet after all. Just like him...”
Nick pauses for another second, blushing...ashamed of himself, and ashamed of what he may have done.
“Here I thought I was back to my senses and that I was coming to bring Adrian Flamingo back with me. But truth be told...I became Adrian Flamingo. I became the vile, cruel-blooded bastard he is the moment I decided to use his weak point against him and twisted it until I couldn’t twist any further.
Now...with all the terrible things he’s said and done, he’s lost all the people he could call friends, he’s lost the entire company’s trust and hell, he’s lost himself. It was me who caused him to commit those atrocities, to become the villain he is today. And the sad thing is, while I can bounce back and say all is peachy...he downward spirals himself all the way to the eventual grave earlier than the rest of us!”
Nick’s eyes are beginning to water, his fists clenched and his body shaking, as his shame, frustration and anger slowly combine together. He sobs, almost uncontrollably as Renix watches him with amazement in her eyes, never thinking of him as capable of such emotions.
He sobs yet again, no tears being seen on his face yet, but he’s coming damn close to it, as he pounds both his fists onto the bricks below him in frustration.
“I’m a monster...”
“That’s not tr-”
But Renix’s words are interrupted by Nick’s voice, an angry voice that can’t help itself but to display its frustration, sorrow and shame to the nearest person before him.
“Really? Then, damnit, tell me Renix...what the fuck am I?”
For a moment, Renix bit her lower lip, not knowing exactly what to say or to do. However, as she slowly began to find the words within her, she clasped her hands on both of Nick’s shoulders; her eyes wide open with the same look as of a hawk locking onto its prey. That look got Nick’s attention, whose eyes kept the tears to itself.
“What are you? You are someone who has given years of your life to bring smiles to others’ faces with each and every match you competed in. You are a true athlete, no matter what anyone says about you or the sport we compete in.”
The clasp on Nick’s shoulders became harder and harder, all while he did nothing but stare onto her eyes, which were still glaring at him.
“You are the best and most loyal friend anyone could ask for in this Earth. But most importantly...you are the man I love.”
Not knowing what to say, Nick simply catches her wrists with both hands and brings them off his shoulders, joining both his hands with hers, still showing the same remorse as he did before. A sniffle could be heard from Renix, as she began talking again.
“You are the beacon of hope that rescued people from the darkness. Nick, you are a good man...and no matter what you did to Adrian Flamingo, your good outweighs the bad.
So stop telling yourself that you are a monster! Because that is the last damn thing you are!”
At that point, Renix couldn’t bring her emotions under control, as she flings herself across Nick’s chest and begins sobbing. Seeing this, Nick embraces her like a fatherly figure would do, closing his eyes and only concentrating on the moment before him. After a few seconds of sobbing on Renix’s part, Nick finally spoke.
“Thanks.” A slight chuckle actually managed to make its way through his heaving sobs. When he finally does look at Renix again, his smile has managed to creep its way back to his tear-stained visage. She can’t help but offer up an impish grin of her own before pulling Nick more tightly toward her.
“Listen,” Renix said, yet again carrying that soothing, nurturing tone, “I can understand if you want to take some time off, but don’t even think about leaving for good. Half my wins have come in tag matches with you, you know!”
Nick snickered. “Yeah, I can’t wait to come back and carry your ass again.”
Renix playfully slapped Nick on the shoulder as she planted a warm kiss on his cheek.
All throughout Nick’s head ran a million other questions about his future as both a wrestler and a man, but they weren’t important at this time. Even if the ring wouldn’t welcome him back, the embrace of a certain special someone would, and for now, that was enough.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:49:26 GMT -5
Segment: “THE CHAMP IS HE – … Ah Screw It” Credit: T-Kiss [As the fans settle into their seats as they filter into the arena, the lights suddenly flicker and the following is heard over the PA, spoken in a child’s voice …] On the 6th year past the new millennium
The depths of hell will open upon the Earth
And from these depths shall come the harbinger
Bringing forth the end of man and all he has created
The Earth and Heavens will shake uncontrollably with his wicked laughter
As he strikes them all down with pleasure
With their heavy hearts, the Alpha will become the Omega
Together, they will proclaim with their last breath …
“And ‘lo, his name was THUNDERKISS!”
Thunderkiss: … Don’t you think that was a little .. oh, I don’t know – much?!
Wilcox: Oh come on, the kids love that stuff! Smoke and mirrors baby!
Thunderkiss: What are you going to have me do next? Dress up like the crow and come down from the rafters?!
Wilcox: If it sells a few more thousand T-Shirts, hell yes!
Thunderkiss: Humph, Don’t count on it Willy.
[Wilcox climbs up the steps into the ring where he once again holds the belt over his head and turns in all four directions to ensure nobody misses a glimpse. Eager to take control of his prize, Thunderkiss reaches over and takes the belt from Wilcox and raises up by one strap as he spits the following into the microphone …]
Thunderkiss: Well, I know this sight pisses a few people off!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Thunderkiss: But you know screw them, I’m the champ – BABY!
[More boos filter from the crowd.]
Thunderkiss: Now Freeman, I’d like to give you your props and say you were a fine champion and the rest of that crap – but the fact is you are an embarrassment to this company and last night I showed you the difference between a champ and a CHUMP.
Thunderkiss: And while I’m in the mood to give out some acknowledgements, let me do something different for times such as these and actually NOT thank some people who quite frankly need to know they suck. I would not like to NOT thank The Senatorial Stable for consisting of the biggest piles of shit that the anus of wrestling has ever spewed out. Yeah Senator, I saw what you did last night …. BIG DEAL. You really think you deserve that title Senator? The fact is you got LUCKY. You caught Emmerson on a bad night and reaped your rewards like a vulture swooping in. You, just like Jason Freeman, are a SHAM. A FRAUD. Your whole stable is a fraud and will always be like yourself – classless. How can you carry ACW when you can’t even carry FALLOUT?! EMMERSON GOT SCREWED, EVERYONE KNOWS IT AND THAT … IS NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH!!!!!
Crowd *chanting*: SEN-A-TOR! SEN-A-TOR! SEN-A-TOR! SEN-A-TOR! SEN-A-TOR!
Thunderkiss: Another person I would not like to thank tonight is you, Biff Taylor. You see, after my victory you had the gall to send me an invitation to visit you on Fallout so I can witness first hand the “Fastest Hour on Television”. I answer your invitation with a question of my own Taylor… where were you six months ago? You see, I got offers from all over the wrestling world after I departed from the G.W.F., however, zero came from your direction. Now all of a sudden, I am a World Champion in one up and coming promotion and an Entertainment Champion in another – which happens to be a rival of your own promotion, might I add – and NOW I hear from you? Biff, you can take your tickets, your promotion and your entire roster of SUCK and shove them right into your abnormally loose rectum where they belong – TK is staying put! Gingerdude may be as incompetent as they come, but at least he knows value when he sees it!
Crowd *Chanting*: FALL-OUT-SUCKS! FALL-OUT-SUCKS! FALL-OUT-SUCKS!
Thunderkiss: And finally …
Crowd: THANK GOD!
Thunderkiss: ………… You all think you’re funny little shits don’t you?
[Crowd applauds, Thunderkiss interrupts their moment of joy.]
Thunderkiss: FINALLY, tonight I am booked to go up against …. What’s that guy’s name again Willy?
Wilcox: Brimstone. His name is Brimstone.
Thunderkiss: Yeah – that dude – in a CHAMPION VS. CHAMPION match! OoOoOoOoOOh! Now I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again – a belt is valued only as much as the man who carries it. In this case, this A.C.W Entertainment Title is, without a doubt, the most valued belt in Alpha Championship Wrestling right now. So Flintstone, I don’t care if you’re the Intercontinental Champion –
Wilcox: International Champion.
Thunderkiss: What?
Wilcox: Its called the “International Championship Title” Kiss.
Thunderkiss: Inter-? OH WHO GIVES A SHIT?! See, this shows just how much I care about the guy or his belt. All I know is from what I’ve seen of him, he looks like another whiney piece of emo trash, one that needs a foot up his ass. If can manage to get himself from partaking in secret cutting in his locker room long enough and come down to the ring – that’s exactly what he’ll get brother! Now come on Willy, the world awaits its’ Champion!
[TK and Wilcox leave the ring leaving the fans with one major question: Are we ready for the Era of Thunderkiss?]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:50:02 GMT -5
Discovery (Credit: Jay Basin Jay Basin and Clint Daniels are walking backstage. Both have cigars in their mouths, and are laughing as they walk down the backstage. They pass some of the experienced veterans, who give Basin the dirty eye, but Basin ignores them as he walks on with Daniels. They spot a puddle of vomit and a bottle of vodka. Basin links this to Chet Walton. He runs towards his locker room.“Hey Clint, hurry up!”Clint, too old to really run can only jog at the most, so he half-asses it to the room. Basin arrives inside the room, seeing Chet Walton watching another episode of The Jefferson’s. Jay wipes his forehead and is relieved that Chet is alright and not wasted.“Oh Chet, thank god you’re alright! I thought you were drinking…”Chet looks over his shoulder to Basin. He gives him an irate look.“Oh, so every time there’s a puddle of vomit, you assume that I’ve been drinking? Great friend indeed Jay…”Jay feels guilty of accusing him now and scratches the back of his head.“Well, I mean…”Chet turns off the TV and turns fully around.“I mean I’ve told you… I’m making the effort to quit drinking. Why is there no trust in you?”Daniels opens the door with a sheet of paper in his hand.“Jay, I got a note from Chairman Gingerdude. It’s about your opponent.”Jay turns to Daniels, ecstatic.“I have an opponent? Good. Who is he?”Daniels bites his lip.“She…”Basin soon loses the excitement and is angry.“She is Renix Williams, yes, a woman.”Basin is literally growling and snarling. He is pissed as hell.“She also has a manager, so I’m going out too.”Basin nods his head.“GOOD…… I WOULD HAVE WANTED YOU EITHER WAY…. Both of you… get… OUT….”Daniels and Walton scurry out of the room, and they leave Basin alone. The door is shut behind them, so nothing is seen. A mass amount of noise and shouting is heard from Basin’s room. A minute later, Basin opens the door, and the room is broken-down, as if a tornado hit the place.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:51:01 GMT -5
Match 2: Rattlesnake vs Rayne Iwashita (Credit: Hunter)
Needless to say, Snake was very cocky going into this match, for a few reasons. The obvious ones are, of course, that he was facing someone who was a foot shorter and over one hundred pounds lighter than him...oh, and that he was facing a woman. But he received a faceful of slap right at the start of the match, followed by a vicious kick to the shin, a knee to the face, and an inverted lungblower, all of which drew strong approval from Rena, monitoring her new protégé from ringside. After kicking out from this attack, Snake found himself on the receiving end of some jeers from the crowd, so of course his fury rose, and he charged at Rayne with a few punches to the gut, followed by a club to the back of the head to keep her down. He taunted briefly, but eventually he was forced to fight again when Rayne rose from his attack (much sooner than he anticipated, one might add).
After this slow and awkward beginning, the match picked up in both speed and intensity, primarily because Snake realized that he actually had something of a challenge. Rayne, however, kept her cool throughout the entire match, never once making it seem as if she was intimidated by his hulking form. Nowhere was this more obvious than when she delivered a few kicks to Snake's gut, directly followed by a step up enziguri to a pin, which gave her a two count. Snake came back quick, however, and following his patented Jab Combo, he nailed Rayne with a terrific pump handle slam, and then put her in a torture rack. Incredibly confident that his victory was approaching, he failed to realize that he was applying most of the pressure to her neck, so she was able to flip over his back and bring his head back for a sort of X Factor slam, which gave her yet another two count.
Slightly disgruntled, but nevertheless careful, Rayne changed her battle plan by lifting Snake up and then hitting him with a DDT. She then proceeded to climb the top turnbuckle and leaped off for a moonsault double foot stomp...but alas, Snake was able to roll out of the way and then instantly nailed her with the Poisonous Venom for one of the closest two counts in recent history. Snake rose, clearly agitated, and then grabbed her and tried to lock her into the Constrictor. This failed when, cleverly, Rayne dropped all of her weight onto the ground (a tactic she likely picked up in self defense classes) and then rolled out of the hold. She then kicked Snake in the face before getting behind him and bending him backwards for a rear facelock backbreaker...alas, Snake was able to see this move coming, and so he threw all of his weight forward, lifting Rayne high up into the air. He was able to catch her midair, and then in one fluid motion nailed a very clever Snakebite, which to no one's surprise gave him the three count.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:52:38 GMT -5
Segment: Gooooood Morning ACW! (Credit: Jay Basin)
Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson is standing backstage with a very angered, intense, and focused Jay Basin. Anderson unlike in their first interview, Anderson is keeping his distance from Basin.
“Ladies and gentle-”
Jay Basin cuts Anderson off after that by taking the microphone. He snatches it and makes a move that sends Anderson running. He turns to the camera and then looks at the teleprompter. Basin is in a white French shirt made of the finest silk, grey suit pants, and aviators. He reads to himself what Anderson was going to ask him, and shakes his head angrily. He looks at the camera.
“Look, my thoughts of this debut match… of facing a woman… I don’t know what’s expected. I haven’t seen her yet. I don’t care either. I said before that I would beat him. That doesn’t change the situation if my opponent is a woman. I said that she would get a wake up call? I’m giving her a wake up call. I’m giving Chairman Gingerdude a wake up call. I’m giving every, single person backstage a wake up call! They made a fatal mistake placing me in the ring with this woman, because if this were a man… this wouldn’t be her night to be crucified.”
Basin looks back at the teleprompter. He reads what’s next, and nods his head. He turns back to the camera.
“Regardless how this match goes, where will I go next? The next pay per view is said to be a big one. This is the one called the Fallen Heroes. There are one or two matches where our circuit’s fiercest and greatest gladiators face off one on one, but the one match that we all know about is what I will participate in, and win. It is the Fallen Heroes Royal Rumble Match. Imagine not two, but 30 gladiators stuck in an over the top Royal Rumble Match. 30 Heroes will rise. But 29 will fall, the darkest of the heroes will be the last one standing. And the darkest hero in this rumble is me goddamnit… And it is with THIS FINGER (flips off the camera) that I herby enter the Fallen Heroes 2007 Royal Rumble Match, and will be the last man standing in the ring.”
A loud, thunderous, gong is heard throughout the arena. Basin looks around, panicked, and then stalls a second. He looks at his watch and then back at the camera.
“Like an alarm clock that tells you when it’s time to wake up, or if it were a loud clock such as Big Ben, they all do the same thing… they tell you the time. I regretfully take these words from an artist… Your Time is Up, My Time is Now, and listen for whom the bell tolls Renix…”
The loud, thunderous, gong is heard again. This time though, Basin doesn’t panic. The camera zooms in on Basin.
“The bell tolls for thee…”
Jay leaves the scene, prepared for his debut match against Renix Williams. The camera fades into black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 29, 2007 15:53:26 GMT -5
Segment: We Have The Day Off? (Credit: Michael)
March 25, 2007 4:16 P.M.
INT. RIGHT OUTSIDE DWIGHT GYM – EARLY MORNING
Kirsten Carter and Nick Durden are standing outside the Dwight Gym doors. It appears that their passage is barred by locked doors.
KIRSTEN So...it’s closed today?
NICK It says it’s closed so Dwight can observe International Waffle Day. Hm, I always figured Dwight to be a straight-edge type of guy. Oh well, nobody’s perfect, I guess.
KIRSTEN So what do we do now?
The two stand there in deep consideration, hands placed on their chins. Suddenly, Nick snaps his fingers.
NICK Got it! I’ve been saving up all these frequent flyer miles. We should take a trip!
KIRSTEN Where to?
NICK Isn’t it obvious? Where else is there to go when you unexpectedly get time off from work? motherfuckin’ Vegas! You and I are gonna rawk Vegas to the ground!
KIRSTEN I have a bad feeling about this.
NICK Yeah, whatever, let’s go.
The two walk off.
NARRATOR Will our heroes truly rawk Vegas? What does that even mean anyway? Will that chick I slept with last night ever call me back? Tune in next time for another exciting installment of—what’s this called again?
Fade
NARRATOR No, it’s not called Fade!
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