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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:53:17 GMT -5
Segment: Proving A Point (Credit: Jake and Dan)
Jake: You want me to do what!
Jake looks at Dan in complete and utter amazement in the dark corridor of the ACW arena.
Dan: Jake, it's your only option.
Jake: I will not turn on BK.
Dan: It's the right move. He's going to turn on you and you know it. Why not take an advantage?
Jake: Because he won't turn on me and I'll screw myself.
Dan sighs and make the move to walk away and turns back around.
Dan: Jake. Would I lie to you? Bk is a keniving SOB. He will turn on you when he sees the opportunity and not look back.
Jake: Dan, BK isn't like that and I'll prove. I'll show you, you'll see.
Jake storms away once again. Dan shrugs his shoulders and walks the other way. So many possibilites, which one will come true?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:54:23 GMT -5
Segment: Support from afar (Credit: Jay Zero) The scene opens up into a locker room. It’s kept nice and clean, and a black bag is noticeable on the sofa. The camera begins to move forward a bit as a “Pffffffff” noise is heard and Jay Zero busts out of the bathroom with no shirt on and a can of hairspray, letting it go into his stylish hair. He looks in a mirror that’s in the actual locker room part and begins to fix it. Suddenly, a cell phone begins to ring. Zero looks around for it, before spotting it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He puts down the can of hairspray and looks in the mirror once more before smiling and walking over to the phone. He looks at the caller ID and smiles before picking it up. [/center] Zero: Hey babe! Whatcha up to? [/color] The person on the other end is talking just loud enough for the camera to pick it up a bit. [/center] Girl: Hey hun, not much. I saw your match on Monday, you better start doing that more often!Zero: Doing what more often? [/color] Girl: Umm, win. Zero: Oh, babe, you don’t need to worry about that anymore. I’m finally getting comfortable in my boots here and from now on, Zero’s going to be pullin’ in the money! [/color] Girl: Good, cause I’m getting sick of watching you get your ass kicked every week. Ahh, well I gotta go, I have to get back to work.. Just wanted to wish you luck in your match tonight. Zero’s face cringes up and looks at his watch. [/center] Zero: Shit, speaking of which that’s pretty soon. Well, thanks babe. I’ll call you after the show.[/color] Girl: Okay, I love you Jay. Zero: Love you too Kay. Bye. [/color] So it’s now distinguished that the mysterious girl goes by the name Kay, most likely short for Kayla. Jay hangs up his cell phone and grabs his shirt. He quickly puts the shirt on and heads for the door. He grabs the door knob but then pauses. He turns around and walks back over to the counter near the bathroom and picks up the can of hairspray. He then begins to apply, probably a 5th strong layer of it on while checking it out in the mirror. He finally nods his head and places the can down and walks towards the door. He exits the room and the camera begins to fade.
Can Zero keep his promise to Kayla about continuing to win? Well, let’s find out. Jay Zero vs. Rayne vs. Basin is up next. End[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:55:12 GMT -5
Match 3: Jay Basin vs Jay Zero vs Rayne Iwashita (Credit: Jay Zero) The shot opens to the ever so lively ACW arena. Philip Jones stands in the ring dressed up very nicely and pulls the microphone up to release his deep voice and to begin the next match up. [/i][/center] Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following triple threat is scheduled for one fall! As he pulls the mic down, “Loyalty” by American Head Change hits the P.A. The heavily cut Jay Basin then makes his way out onto the stage, taunting the thousands who are all booing him. [/center] Philip: First, making his way to the ring from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 325 pounds, Jaaaaaaaaaay Basin! Basin walks down the entrance ramp, paying no attention to the horrible chants in the arena. He then stops at the ring apron and pauses for a moment before leaping up, causing explosions of pyro from each turnbuckle. Basin steps into the ring and gives the crowd the Basin sign as the music fades. [/center] Philip: Next, about to make his way to the ring…. The boos still haven’t died down, but some of the tide shifts as “Simple Man” by Hardcore Superstar blasts the sound system. Many cheers are heard, but some of the boos are still in tact. Jay Zero busts out through the black curtain shaking his head, going wild. His tongue is sticking out as he starts pointing out into the crowd. His boas are waving all around as he begins to strut down the rampway. [/center] Philip: From Portland, Maine, weighing in at 195 pounds, he is, Jay Zzzzzzzzeeeerooooooooo! Jay begins a slow run before sprinting and sliding into the ring. Jay hops up and looks at Basin before walking by and whipping his black and white boa into his face. Basin pushes the boa as he reels back, disgusted. Zero has a big smirk on his face as he climbs up onto the second rope and poses. He pulls off the boa and tosses it into the crowd before hopping off and going to the opposite corner as Basin as the cheer calm down a bit and the music fades. [/center] Philip: And finally, currently residing in San Francisco, California, she is “The Empress” Raaaaaaayne Iwashita! “Devil Inside” by Utada hits and the mixed reactions fill the nearly sold out arena once again. Rayne makes her way out and totally ignores the crowd. She looks right into the ring at Jay Basin, who’s eyeing Zero, who’s eyeing Rayne. Philip is just exiting the ring as Rayne continues to walk down to the ring. Rayne goes up the steel steps as Jay Zero meets her at the ropes to pull them up, allowing her to enter. She just looks at Jay and cautiously takes it. Rayne walks towards on side of the ropes as Zero smirks cockily. The referee then signals for the opening bell. [/center] Ding Ding. All three circle inside the ring as the ref stays clear of them. A stalemate occurs as they all just keep looking back and forth. Basin starts staring Rayne down and Zero takes an opportunity by just lunging forward and pulling himself back. Basin catches this in the corner of his eye and thinks Zero’s attacking and lunges towards him right into a knee to the gut. There’s a significant weight difference between the two so Zero begins to pound on the back of Jay Basin while he’s hunched over. Rayne just watches on, being very cautious. Basin then releases a big elbow right into the gut of Zero which makes him stumble back, right into a forearm by Rayne. Zero turns around again and gets lifted up by Jay Basin with a scoop slam. He hits the mat hard and Rayne has an idea, going to the side of Zero and hitting an impact-full flipping leg drop. She covers, 1…..2…..but before Zero can kick out, Basin wraps his arms around her and yanks her up, breaking the cover. Edison: Jeez, Zero can’t catch a break early in this match up!
McNally: This double teaming sure is a weird strategy in the early start of this triple threat. Oh but wait, look at Basin just launching Rayne up! Rayne kick all around in the air before Basin throws her. It’s as if she was a cat, landing on her feet. Rayne then spins around, glaring at Basin. The two circle as Zero rolls out of the way, and under the ropes. The two lunge for a tie up, but the clever Rayne side steps and hits a spinning leg sweep, sending Basin to the ground. Rayne immediately jumps on top, pounding several fists, which the referee warns her about right into Jay Basins face. Edison: Look at Rayne’s strategy! Take the big man down, take away his power. She gets up, and Basin slowly gets up a few moments later. Rayne meets Basin with a spinning round house kick, sending him stumbling back, but not taking him off his feet. Zero is slowly getting up on the apron opposite to Basin. He looks healed already, but he’s timing something. Rayne walks over to Basin who delivers a toe kick to the midsection. Zero is now fully up and Basin pulls Rayne towards the middle of the ring. He notices Zero up and whips Rayne into the ropes that Zero’s at. Jay Zero leaps up onto the top rope and springboards off, right over Rayne and catches Basin with a hurricarana, sending him forward, colliding with the rebounding Rayne. The two hit the ground hard, both holding their heads as the crowd goes wild. Edison:Holy!
McNally: What a springboard hurricarana by Jay Zero but…..are Basin and Rayne okay?
Edison: I don’t know, they collided pretty hard right there….wait! Zero’s taking advantage of the situation! Zero hurries over and covers Basin. 1…..2….kickout. Zero then tries to cover Rayne, 1…….2………kickout. Zero debates the count with the referee, but he doesn’t catch a break. Zero gets up and pulls Rayne to her feet. He hits a couple of forearms to the side of the head before whipping her into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Zero takes a few steps forward. Not noticing Basin who’s getting up behind him. Basin is still holding his head from the collision. Rayne rebounds off the ropes and Zero leaps right over the oncoming opponent, sending Rayne into a huge spinebuster that shakes the entire ring by Basin. Rayne lays on the ground, clutching her fists with her chest up in the air before rolling over and holding her back. Zero turns around and barely ducks under a clothesline. He tries running towards the ropes by Basin gets a hold of Zero’s hair and yanks him down to the mat very hard. Zero bounces back up into a sitting position, holding his head. Basin walks over to the ropes and begins to taunt the crowd, leading in a chorus of boos. Zero rolls over and pulls himself up and begins to argue with the referee about the hair pulling. The referee just says he’ll give Basin a warning, and Zero is left frustrated. He notices Basin not paying attention and creeps behind him. He jumps high into the air and connects with a dropkick to the back on the neck, sending Basin over the top rope and crashing on the mats below. McNally: Very nicely executed dropkick by Jay Zero on Jay Basin. Could this be a preview of the 30 man Fallen Heroes Battle Royale coming up soon? Zero hops up to his feet, filled with intensity taunting the crowd. The crowd is very lively, half cheering for Zero, half for Rayne, and several in the front row all yelling at Basin to get up. Jay Zero turns around and sees Rayne just getting to her feet. He walks over to her but falls forward with a drop toe hold and Rayne puts him in a painful Indian Deathlock. Zero begins to yell in pain, reaching for the ropes. McNally: Rayne has been using a nice strategy in this match, now trying to take out the legs of the fast paced style, Jay Zero. The camera gets a good angle of Zero’s face, and Jay Basin pulling himself up in the background. Basin slides in, but before he can get over to break the hold, Zero hits a forearm to the side of Rayne’s face. She takes the blow yet keeps the hold on until Zero hits her two more times and she finally releases the hold. She stumbles and catches herself before she falls. Jay Basin is now back on his feet and looks at both of his opponents. He sees Rayne by the ropes and Zero on the ground holding his legs. Basin runs over and clotheslines Rayne over the top, sending her to the outside. He looks at Rayne for a moment, then turns his attention over to Zero, who’s catching his breath still on the ground. Basin walks over and “Assists” him in standing by grabbing a hand full of his hair and pulling him up. The referee yells at Basin, telling him to let go of the hair.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:55:33 GMT -5
Basin whips Zero into the ropes and slowly jogs behind him. Zero comes off the ropes, and is nailed with a yakuza kick that sounds like lightning just struck, sending an “Oooooh” through the arena. Instead of pinning the nearly lifeless Zero, Basin pulls him to his feet. He hooks the arm of Zero and lifts him up for a suplex. He walks over to the ropes without Zero resisting at all and drops Zero stomach first right on the ropes that bounce up and down with the weight of Zero on them. Zero coughs from the sudden loss of breathe and he slowly falls forward, off the ropes and into the ring. He rolls over, holding his stomach and begins to cough more. Basin gives the Basin Sign to the crowd and signals for the end. He pulls Zero for what looks to be the last time and hikes him up, over his shoulders, looking for the Basin Slam. He stalls for about 3 seconds which in the long run, he’s going to regret. Rayne slides into the ring, and out of nowhere chop blocks Basin right in the back of the knee. Basin buckles under and Zero lands on his feet, but stumbles forward and collapses. Rayne gets up and looks to take advantage of the situation. She tries to pull up the fairly big Basin, but to no avail, so instead she looks at the top turnbuckle. She walks over and starts to climb up, and Basin notices. He tries to get up, but his knee buckles once again and remains laid out on his back. Rayne gets to the top and taunts the crowd a bit before leaping off with a moonsault double stomp right into the chest of Basin, knocking the wind out of him. Rayne falls back against the mat pretty hard afterwards, but it looks to have done its job on Basin. Edison: Whoa! Did you see that Max?
McNally: I sure did my friend, a very nicely executed moonsault stomp by Rayne! [/color] Rayne holds her head from the effect of the fall but slowly pulls herself up. She shakes her head, trying to rid herself of the pain. Zero is starting to shake a bit, pulling his arms forward to try and pull himself up, but Rayne doesn’t have a clue. Rayne walks over to Basin who keeps coughing, trying to catch a breath and tries to pull him up once more. Her plan obviously isn’t working so she sees Zero getting up. She walks over and grabs his by the air and assists in him standing. She knees him in the mid-section and gets him in a suplex position. She lifts him up in a cross leg hook and slams him down in a Michinoku Driver II. The crowd “Ooooh’s” at this as Rayne takes the cover, but doesn’t hook the leg. 1…………….2…………………….KICKOUT by Zero! Rayne looks devastated, wondering how the lifeless Zero could kick out of that. She starts yelling at the referee for a good 10 seconds. Jay Zero is still out on the mat, yet Jay Basin is slowly making his way to his feet, behind Rayne. She turns around and sees this, and runs at him with a HUGE step up enzuigiri that makes a loud slapping sound. Rayne covers the fallen Basin 1………………..2…………………….KICKOUT by Basin! Edison: Oh my GOD! Rayne is giving this her all, but the two Jay’s just won’t go down! What is it going to take?! The entire arena is going wild for this match, and it looks like Rayne isn’t even going to argue a slow count or anything. She just holds her head in between her knees, wondering what else it will take. Zero is starting to stir, as is Basin. Rayne figures to take out the big man so she hops to her feet and goes to the nearest turnbuckle. Step by step, Basin stands up even more until she reaches the top. She stalls for a moment, waiting for Basin to fully stand, and right when he does, she dives off with a cross body, only to be caught by Basin! The crowd boos as Basins tumbles back, with a kicking Rayne in his hands. But wait! Look at Zero! Basin turns around, gloating to the crowd, only to find Jay Zero at the other turnbuckle, diving off with a crossbody of his own! He crashes into Rayne, and Basin can’t support the weight, going down with a combined weight of 348 pounds coming down on it. The crowd goes wild but that may be all she wrote for Jay Zero. It looks like that took the rest out of it, as he rolls over to the side. Basin is rolling back and forth in the ring, trying to stand up, and Rayne is slowly getting to her feet. The two stand but Rayne is the first to draw as she runs and jumps up, laying a headscissors on Basin, and pulling his arm into an hammerlock! Edison:Exodus! Exodus! This could be it, she’s choking Basin out!
McNally: It looks like Basin’s going down! This move is draining whatever’s left in the big man! She continues to apply pressure, and it looks as if Basins about to go down. The referee looks on closely, but nobody pays attention to Jay Zero, who seems to have been playing possum, just containing his energy. He hops up and runs up, grabbing Rayne’s neck and slamming her down with a big neckbreaker, breaking the submission hold on Basin. The crowd is full of mixed reactions, since some were looking forward to Basin getting knocked out. A lifeless Basin remains on the ground as Zero gets up and starts to pull Rayne up. He whips her into a turnbuckle and backs a bit before taunting. He runs up and crashes into her with a body splash, sending her to a seated position in the corner. Zero then begins to back up to the opposite turnbuckle and throws his arms up in the air. McNally:Well, it looks as if Zero has been containing his energy throughout the entire match, and right now, it doesn’t look good for Rayne Iwashita. [/color] Zero yells out and runs forward, diving with a BroncoBlaster that has a whiplash effect on Rayne. The heavy duty cup that Zero wears looks to have put Rayne away. He gets up and starts to pose for the crowd. He pulls Rayne out of the corner and yikes her up to his shoulders. He stalls for about 5 seconds before slamming the lightweight opponent down hard to the mat with a viscous Zero Darkness. The cocky Zero doesn’t pin however, but he walks over to Jay Basin and slowly drags him side by side to the also lifeless Rayne. The two are laying shoulder to shoulder as Zero walks over and slides under the bottom rope then stands up on the apron. He grabs a hold of the top rope and springboards up, before pulling a 180 degree turn in mid-air and hitting the Zero Gravity on both of his opponents, mostly hitting Basin though. He then covers Basin and hooks both legs, not putting up a fight. Rayne can’t do anything either, being in a stunned state. The referee slides down to make the count. 1………….2……………3 Ding Ding Ding The bell rings at this and Zero releases the legs of Jay Basin. He pulls himself to his feet with his tongue sticking out and motioning, 1,2,3 with his fingers to the crowd. Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall, Jay Zzzzzzzzzzerroooooooo! “Simple Man” hits and the referee walks over and raises Jay’s hand up high into the air. Jay holds his head for a moment as a recurring pain from the yakuza kick and Michinoku Driver sit in. The referee goes to check on Jay Basin who still remains lifeless, yet who put up a good fight all throughout. Rayne is starting to stir though, rolling over and holding her neck. Zero slides under the bottom rope and starts to walk up the rampway backwards, with his right arm in the air, and left hand holding his head. At the top of the stage he stops and taunts everyone once more as Rayne pulls herself up and stares at Zero from inside the ring as Basin starts to slowly sit up, with the help of the referee.
The scene starts to fade as Zero walks to the back.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:56:19 GMT -5
Segment: “You wanted the best? YOU GOT THE BEST!” (Credit: Thunderkiss & Your World Champion, Senator Steve Phillips) [“Hail to the Chief” hits the sound system and this sends a signal to the fans that its time to get up and cheer for their world champion – SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS! Phillips comes walks out of the entranceway with the victory signal raised high in the air causing the crowd to come unhinged! As he walks to the ring you can tell a lot is on his mind, from everything to Starkweather to Thunderkiss. He is a marked man with that gold plated belt on his shoulder, and he knows it! Once inside the ring, his ticket tape begins to fall from the rafters and the flashbulbs pop creating a very illumines scene. As much as Phillips appreciates the fan response, he quickly cuts them off so he can get something very important off his chest …] The Senator: Last week, in this very ring... [Suddenly and without warning, The Senator’s mic is cut off by the image of THUNDERKISS on the Alpha Tron! All sorts of commotion comes from the crowd as the Senator looks up at the big screen with a scowl on his face. Living this moment up to its fullest, Thunderkiss has a grin that stretches from ear to ear as he sits inside one of the production trucks set up behind the arena. Behind him is some very nervous ACW staffers, obviously not wanting to be a part of this, but must undoubtedly forced into it.] Thunderkiss: Hey what’s up you bunch tardos!? I’m sure you wont mind me interrupting Steve Phillips and saving your mental well beings from having to listen to one of his speeches! Now lets get something straight, I don’t you like and you don’t like me … but this Sunday I will be representing ACW Pride as I go into the lion’s den and face their paper champion – Daniel Ness! Like I told Flintstone, I like kicking people who are down and I cant wait to add Fallout to my list! So what I want all of you in the Kiss Army to do is order The Battle in Seattle on PPV this Sunday and watch me give Ness the busi-NESS brothers! [At the conclusion of that noise, the camera darts to the production truck’s door where ACW’s very own chairman, Gingerdude, stands red faced and petrified at the same time! He looks over at Thunderkiss and says the following in a very shaky but determined voice …] Chairman Gingerdude: Don’t do it! It's only going to allow Fallout to survive longer and he’s not telling you that he is going to make a HUGE cut of the profits! I do not endorse this horrid advertisement in any way, and nor does Alpha Championship Wrestling. [Meanwhile out in the ring, Phillips does something very uncharateristic and pulls a cell phone out from his pocket and places a phone call? Back on the screen, Thunderkiss responds to Gingerdude’s demands in true TK fashion.] Thunderkiss: Nobody invited YOU Ginger DUDE! Chairman Gingerdude: This is enough! Shut this down. Shut this all down right now! [Knowing that his time is coming to an end, Thunderkiss quickly pulls the camera back to his direction, almost making the camera man fall in the process and attempts to get even more buy rates for his special PPV!] Thunderkiss: Now I’ve beaten Freeman and that big boring lump of crap in the ring the Senator … all that stands in my way is Daniel Ness in my tour of showing people just WHO THE BEST CHAMPION IS! [Before TK can get another word out, the signal is finally cut and it appears order has been restored – for the moment. Back in the ring, Phillips clears his throat and FINALLY responds to the man who has showed him as much disrespect in a single week as he has received during his entire career!] The Senator: Ahem, I do believe that a "pot calling kettle black" statement is in order after hearing the Jose Conseco of professional wrestling call me a "big boring lump of crap in the ring." Thunderkiss: EXCUSE ME, I WASN’T FINISHED YET!!!! [You honestly didn’t think it was going to end there, did you? Not taking “no” as an answer, Thunderkiss has made his way from outside to ringside hellbent on getting free advertising from ACW – all at the expense of the Senator. Coincidence or planned? Read on ...] Thunderkiss: AS I WAS SAYING! This Sunday... The Senator: This Sunday, Daniel Ness will take you to the mat, and make a fool out of your pompous, overblown self. [Thunderkiss jerks back in a highly exaggerated manner and then cuffs his hear, Hogan style, to the Senator as he replies …] Thunderkiss: Excuse me?! Listen up Phillips, your mic time will go over mine when the day comes that you beat me! Until then, learn to shut your God dammed mouth! Now don’t make me come all the way down there and make a man out of you again, you sorry excuse for a champion. You know, since I was made familiar with you Phillips, I just didn’t like you. It’s the way you carry yourself, the way you think you’re better than anyone else because you dance around like a gay acrobat with a dildo up his ass in the ring. You are the epitome of everything I hate about this business rolled into one person. Add in the fact that you’re a politician and that you are behind the biggest bunch of overrated losers to ever group themselves together, that puts you pretty high on my shit list Steve-o. The Senator: I do believe that your vulgar, if admittingly rather colorful speech might have been composed of a great deal of sound and fury. However, in the end, it simply made absolutely no sense. Heck, if you tried to make an argument with such little support in either truth or reason on the Senate floor, you would have been eaten alive! Now, you say that I "dance around," eh? I would protest that my mat grounded style has nothing to do with acrobatics, and I have indeed not climbed up to the top rope in a year or so, but then again, when compared to your sluggish punch and kick style, perhaps I do seem a bit nimble on my feet. Thunderkiss: Well, now .. you might actually have me there, but that’s a big “might” considering I PROVED YOUR STYLE CANNOT OUTDUE PURE POWER AND STRENGTH! You keep practicing your little arm bars Senator – I’ll be at the gym putting more THUNDAH into my arms lifting those weights. Next time we meet, we’ll see how good your arm bar will do when I knock you out with ONE PUNCH! The Senator: All you proved is that your vaunted five move combo could not keep me down, that your strength was not able to cleanly keep this two hundred pound fighter pinned to the mat, and that you took advantage of a young woman to secure your victory, instead of that mighty "Thundah" that you worked oh-so-hard to build up through endless hours in the gym...or perhaps, I mean to say, the pharmaceutical office. The audience in the ACW Arena laughs loudly at the last line, while TK merely flexes his biceps in an exaggerated manner. Senator: Face it, when it comes down to a straight up wrestling match, with all distractions removed from ringside, with no harmless people for you to harass and bully, you stand little to no chance against a pure wrestler. Thunderkiss: Well fine then, lets not wait crackerjack! [Thunderkiss begins to make his way down the rampway, the fans growing louder and louder with every step. Phillips begins to take his jacket off as he continues to try to get under Thunderkiss’ skin] Senator: Yes, Mister, well, Mister Thunderkiss, you might be able to bench press more than me, but can you escape a completed Victory Lock III? You might beat me in squats, but how does that help you when I kick out your knee? You try to utilize dirty tactics...well, really, you should watch your back...I truly mean it... The crowd starts making noise as Thunderkiss speaks again on his way to the ring, more of a hushed excitement than the boos he already has received. Thunderkiss: You seem to forget “Champ”, I broke all your holds on Monday with ease. You couldn’t keep me down when you were fresh! You can put me in your Victory Lock three, four and FIVE. Tonight, you’re not getting out of this ALIVE! ~!~WHAM~!~ Maxwell McNally: It’s Daniel Ness again! “Fast” Eddie Edison: It appears someone let him in the door again, and this time, I think I have a good idea on who! [Ness completely blindsides Thunderkiss with a chair, knocking him out COLD! Its now apparent just who Phillips was on the phone with – his old Fallout “buddy” NESS! The hunter has now become the hunted as for the second time in one week, Daniel Ness has made his way on ACW programming to prove a point! He stands over his soon to be opponent with a look of jubilation as he raises the chair into the air with one arm while he screams …] Daniel Ness: You fold faster than this chair, Thunderkiss! [Ness spikes the chair into the ground as he turns around and looks at a applauding Senator in the ring. Since Ness is not on the payroll, he is immediately confronted and escorted out of the arena by “Gingerdude” troops a.k.a security. Thunderkiss remains on the ground motionless, as we cut to a commercial break.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:57:40 GMT -5
Segment: Agitated/Agitator
The camera fades in to a deceptively simple scene. Alicia Laureano is sitting on the couch in the locker room she shares with her husband, watching a TV which is displaying the matches as they take place. It seems as if Latino has already left to go to his match, and so Alicia has a little time to herself.
She is relatively calm on the outside, but inside she is thinking about the opponent Latino has to face tonight. As is often the case with this particular individual, Alicia finds herself experiencing a mixture of emotional reactions to Dr. Starkweather and his recent declarations.
There’s no doubting Starkweather’s mental and physical capabilities, and this creates in Alicia an odd sort of dualistic response. On the one hand, she is attracted to the idea of sparring with such a talented man; on the other, his apparent disinterest in and near-contempt for a good 95% of the human race is a total turn-off, in every sense of the word.
She expresses a little of this by kicking a cushion off the couch, and then counsels herself back to a more level-headed disposition. Vividly, a memory from when she was very young surfaces…
She was always a perfectionist, expecting nothing but the best from herself and from others. And boy, did that make her unpopular at first… she chuckles, a little red-faced, at the mortified look of a fellow six-year old whom she had asked in an exasperated voice, “Are you THICK or something?!” when said child had failed for the fifth time in a row to solve a simple word game they were attempting to play. It was not surprising in the least that she found herself left out of their games.
But she was fortunate enough to have a mother who was not blind to her daughter’s less pleasant traits. “You’ve done very well,” her mother would say as she looked over another excellent piece of work, “but remember, for everything you do in life, there is someone out there, somewhere, who is better at it.” Alicia had found this a bizarre and worrying concept… and yet as she got older, she began to understand…
The revelation occurred when she was eleven; plucked out of a humdrum school and fast-tracked into a specialist facility, she had suddenly come up against a whole slew of people who were just as talented as her in many things, and in every subject there was indeed someone who was naturally better at it than her. Some children might have been crushed at this realization… but for Alicia, it suddenly laid bare for her just how her previous actions to her friends must have come across. Deciding that she did not want to be that kind of supercilious person, Alicia learned about humility. She learned to sometimes come second… she learned to fail.
And it was only when she learned how to fail with dignity that she also grasped how to be victorious with grace, and without generating resentment…
Alicia’s consciousness returns to the present, and the matter at hand. She shrugs slightly; she has the ability to accept that, at the present time, she has no real idea of what Dr. Starkweather and his new associate Umeko are planning, which in turn allows her to keep an open mind. All she can be sure of is that it will bear little to no resemblance to the “destruction” that those in their profession routinely speak of… and, though it takes a little swallowing of her pride, she refuses to immediately assume in the absolute negative. All she can really do is pay attention, and wait…
As she is musing these things, there is a knock at the door, and then it opens without the person on the other side waiting for an invitation. Charlotte King enters, looking more than a little pissed off over the events from earlier in the night.
Charlotte: Aaaaaaagh! So much for ACW being an equal opportunities federation…
Alicia gestures to the couch, and Charlotte flops on to it.
Alicia: I know, I think you were pretty unlucky to get a double dose of bullshit in one night.
Charlotte sighs.
Charlotte: Perhaps… I don’t know. Ali, whatever happened to the way this fed used to be?
Alicia furrows her brow.
Alicia: What do you mean by that, exactly?
Charlotte slumps back in her seat.
Charlotte: You know… back in the day, this place was an honestly open and equal environment. No one ever tried to rip on someone else because of their gender or their ethnicity, it was just assumed by everyone that this fed was better than that. For all the new talent we’re attracting, it seems we’re also getting a load of Neanderthal attitudes to boot…
She gestures tiredly with her hand. Alicia considers this, and sees at once that she has two choices. She can merely sympathise and let things go on their way… or she can stir things up.
With a smile on her face, she decides that it’s time for her to give the new guys an ACW history lesson…
Alicia: Well then, it seems that what these fine gentlemen need is some re-education. And I believe I know the ideal venue for such a “class”… the Fallen Heroes Rumble match!
At once the crowd is paying full attention. Charlotte looks surprised.
Charlotte: What? You never told me you’d entered that. You’ve never participated before, so why now?
Alicia: Simple… it’s a great way for me to observe most of the fed’s top talent in one place, and test some of these motormouthed guys out. Who knows, I may even have an outside shot of winning… and even if I’m eliminated, I’ll have clued myself up about the competition with fresh eyes. You can’t turn down a chance like that.
Charlotte grins.
Charlotte: So you’re going to kick some ass and take names?
Alicia laughs.
Alicia: You might say that. But mostly, I’m just going to enjoy myself, and hopefully the fans will do the same.
The fans pop a little at this, and Alicia and Charlotte continue to talk strategy as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 15:58:55 GMT -5
Segment: Durdens Do Vegas, Conclusion Pt. 4 (Credit: Michael)
We cut to a shady warehouse at the docks where a man we all recognize as OTR is standing in the shadows. Marty Pantagolis walks past to his boat. Suddenly, several black cars drive up to OTR. Three men step out. The cartel leader and his two bodyguards. The cartel leader steps forward to OTR, carrying a cooler.
CARTEL LEADER Here's the five kidneys, two hearts, three livers, and six retinas you ordered.
JOETR Here's your money.
CARTEL LEADER What do you plan to do with those?
JOETR That's really none of your business.
CARTEL MEMBER I've heard he does sick things with them, then sells them to his patients.
JOETR I'm an unlicensed organ-and-drug dealing doctor, what the hell do I care what you think?
CARTEL LEADER Easy now. I won't count the money ‘cause I trust you. Plus, I know where you live. I find anything missing and I kill you.
Suddenly, another car pulls up. Two people jump out. It's Sophia Wylde and her husband, Tad Wylde.
Sophia and Tad each pull out guns. Sophia slowly walks towards the cartel and JoeTR.
SOPHIA Hand over the liver and the money and nobody dies!
CARTEL LEADER What are you talking about, crazy woman? There's no organ/money exchange going on here!
SOPHIA Don't fuck with me, you Columbian bastard! My ex-husband's kidney is in that case and I intend to get it to him!
CARTEL LEADER Hold on, I think I know what's going on. We lost that liver to Nick Durden last night. He beat our asses with flaming fists. So we don't have a liver for him, ok?
SOPHIA Oh. Damn. So we missed it huh?
CARTEL LEADER Yeah. So, this has nothing to do with that.
SOPHIA Oh... Well um... this is awkward. Hi, Joe.
JOETR Have we...met?
SOPHIA Tad's been following Kirsten to keep an eye on her. He saw everything. He lost track of Kirsten last night because he's an idiot. Right, Tad?
TAD Yes, I'm very stupid.
SOPHIA Come, Tad, we have much to do.
Sophia and Tad get back in the car and start to drive away.
Suddenly, a gun is fired off screen. The Cartel Leader flies into the wall, having taken the full force of it in his chest. His bodyguards draw their guns but meet the same fate. OTR tries to run but gets a shot in the leg. We pan over to reveal...
Marty Pantagolis, somehow having taped the gun to his peg arm, fires at the fleeing cars. They escape. However, we cut away from him and then back to him reveal that in those few seconds the camera was off of him, he had taped a phone to his other peg arm. Unfortunately, without an elbow, it doesn't reach anywhere near his ear so the camera pans away again. It goes back to show that now Marty has the phone taped to his ear, calling the police.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:02:02 GMT -5
Match 4: Starkweather vs Latino (Credit: Jason Freeman)
As soon as the bell rings, Latino charges forward with a few quick punches to Starkweather, but Stark shoves him away and hits a swift stiff kick to the gut. Latino bends over, and Stark tries to lock a headlock in, but Latino hits him away with a few elbows, before hitting a dropkick, which sends Stark to the ground. Latino tries to advance, but Stark is up quickly, and Latino goes for a shoulderblock. Before he hits Stark however, Stark jumps and hits Latino with an enzuiguri. Latino hits the ground, and Stark goes for a pin. He only gets a one count, however, as Latino kicks out. Latino gets back to his feet, and Stark knees him in the ribs. Stark goes for a snap suplex, but as he lifts up Latino, Latino manages to go over Stark’s shoulder and land on his feet. As soon as Stark turns around, Latino hits a hurricanrana. Stark lands on the ground and Latino gets to the top of the turnbuckle. Stark gets to his feet groggily, and Latino nails a moonsault, taking Stark back down. Latino pins but only gets two.
Latino waits until Stark gets to his feet, and then begins to hit him with the shake, rattle, roll, but as Latino goes for the discus lariat, Stark ducks, and Latino spins around. Stark spins at the same time and hits a huge Falling pendulum clothesline. Latino hits the mat hard, and Stark turns him over and locks in an STF. Latino is in pain, but he is too close to the ropes, so he grabs them. Stark is forced to break the hold. Stark drags Latino to his feet, and then hits him hard with the ScheinDT! Stark goes for the Sensory Deprivation, but Latino is again to close to the ropes, and grabs them before the move is fully applied. Latino uses the ropes to get to his feet and Stark charges forward, but Latino manages to flip him over the ropes onto the floor. Stark begins to get up and Latino charges for the Pitbull’s Pounce, but Stark moves and shoves Latino forward, making him charge straight into the guard rail. The crowd groans at the impact, and Stark rolls Latino back into the ring and covers….1…..2……and Latino kicks out.
Stark begins to dominate the match with a few chain submissions, and he manages to keep Latino down. He works on the neck of Latino for a while, and then eventually decides to try to end it. He puts Latino up in suplex position, and brings him over to the ropes. He rests Latino’s legs on the ropes, and turns around, grabbing his head, going for the Relapse…but Latino is able to shove Stark away and slip backwards onto the apron. Stark moves forward, but Latino ducks, and darts his shoulder through the ropes to hit Stark in the midsection, before using the ropes to flip over them into a sunset flip pin….1….2…and Stark kicks out at the last second.
Latino gets up, as does Stark, but Stark is rising slower. Latino goes forward, and puts Stark in suplex position, and hits a suplex, but instead of letting go he swings his hips and brings both of them back to their feet…and he then hits another suplex, swinging his hips and rising again. He then hits a third suplex completing the Three Shots. Latino begins to pose for the crowd, before climbing the turnbuckle to attempt the frog splash! He poses one more time, but that costs him, as Stark recovers and quickly, dives from the ground and takes out the feet of Latino. Latino falls, and lands crotched on the turnbuckle. Stark turns around, grabs Latino’s head, and hits the relapse! Latino hits hard…and Stark drags him into the middle of the ring. Stark applies the sensory deprivation, and now Latino has nowhere to go. He has no choice but to tap.
Phillip: Here is your winner, by submission…Starkweather!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:02:23 GMT -5
Segment: Questions...questions (Credit: BK/Jake)
As we return from commercials, we are immediately brought to a shot of Jake walking through the corridor. As he walks, with his head hung low he looks terribly conflicted within himself. On one hand, if he asks BK about his motives going into Fallen Heroes that could jeoporadize how far he gets in the FH, being that they're working as a team, or more importantly their friendship.
On the other hand, if he doesn't ask the quesiton - it will be stuck in the back of his mind until Fallen Heroes, which could be a potentially rough situation with both him and BK if he goes in, thinking those thoughts. He reaches to the Top Draw locker room and stops for a second before taking a deep breath. He turns the knob and enters the locker room and there he is, his partner BK - talking on the phone with Kiley once again.
He seems a bit reluctant to ask him, but he gathers up the courage and steps forward into the room.
BK: ...yeah Kiley, I'll talk to you later, here he comes.
BK shuts off his phone.
Jake: BK, we need to talk. I've got something to ask you.
BK: Oh how great, me too. Let me go first..
Jake: But -
BK: Ok ok, you see, I was talking to Kiley about the baby, which appears to be coming soon, and figured out that if anything happened to me or Kiley, there would be no one to take care of our kids. Soo...Jake, on behalf of Kiley and myself, would you be the godfather of my kids?
Jake: Me..me..me?
BK: Yeah, I mean, you're my best friend here. We've been up and down the roads with each other for about 3 years together and there is no one that I would trust more with my kids than you.
Jake: Really?
BK: Yeah bro. So, will you be the godfather to my kids?
Jake: Umm...umm...yeah.
BK: Really?! Thanks man, you have no idea how much it means to me.
A surprise hug out of nowhere, not many times will you see BK hug anyone but he is so grateful for having a friend like Jake. Jake doesn't know how to respond, he feels a bit guilty of having this question in his head during this whole moment. He lightly pats his partner on the back and now BK releases him from the hug.
BK: So, brand new godfather, what is it that you wanted to ask me?
Jake: I wanted to ask you...ummm.....when are we going to address the crowd? It's getting pretty late.
BK looks at his cellphone to see the digital clock.
BK: Oh shit, you're right. Let's get out there right now man. You got your nunchucks? Cause I got my shillelagh.
Jake: Umm...yeah, they're in my bag.
BK: Great, go whip them out and I'll meet you by the stage.
BK picks up his shillelagh and flips it in the air before catching it in his hand and leaving the door, more happier than usual. Jake, on the other hand, is going through a variety of feelings, sadness, guilt, among others. He grabs his nunchucks and heads out the locker room door as the camera closes up to the picture in the locker room of BK and Jake winning the tag team championships nearly 3 years ago. Dan has definitely made his way into the head of Jake, but the question is - is this a ploy just to split them apart or does the normally untrustable Dan have an interest in Jake's well-being?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:02:59 GMT -5
Segment: Durdens Do Vegas, Conclusion Pt. 5 (Credit: Michael)
We cut to the car in which Sophia and Tad were driving off in. Sophia is driving extremely erratically. More erratic than a woman usually drives. Am I right, men?
SOPHIA So Nick got to him first, eh?
TAD Sophia, why are we driving so fast? Where are we going?
SOPHIA We're in a hurry and we're going to the Excelsior Hotel.
TAD Why?
SOPHIA Because that's where Nick and Kirsten are going to be. We'll head them off there.
TAD But wasn't our mission to get the liver to Kirsten?
SOPHIA Yes.
TAD And Nick got the liver to Kirsten?
SOPHIA Yes.
TAD Then wasn't our mission accomplished?
SOPHIA NO! We were supposed to get her that liver! Nick stole our thunder, damn it! And we're gonna get our revenge!
TAD What do you mean?
SOPHIA We're going to kill Nick!
TAD Oh lord...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:03:34 GMT -5
Segment: My Weight on My Shoulders (Credit: Wyvern)
Standing in the hallway, Wyvern is waiting outside of the door of the Senatorial Stable locker room. Dressed up for his match with fellow stablemate Jason Freeman, Wyvern looks to be deep in thought as he stands outside the door.
”Alright…Senator’s in there. Do I ask him for a title shot? Is that too much to ask for?”
Wyvern begins to pace for a little bit. Clearly, he’s deliberating the notion non-verbally as he is mentally, judging by his fidgeting. His match is almost up, but Wyvern clearly has been racking his brains with this thought.
”I mean…I did let him go for the title. I also protected him from Umeko at Genocide, which helped him attain the title. I’m not doing anything wrong, am I? I mean, I am the number one contender.”
Wyvern still paces around the locker room door. He slumps down a bit against the wall, exerting a sigh as he does so.
?: Whatcha doin’?
Wyvern spins around to the comment.
”Damn it…not him.”
It’s Sean Nichols, who as of recently, has questioned Wyvern’s motives. Nichols stands by Wyvern, smirking at the veteran, while continuing what he has to say.
Nichols: When are you going to ask him for your shot?
Wyvern: What? How did you know that?
Nichols: Heh. Come on, Wyvern, it’s clear to everyone you’ve been using Senator as your pipeline to the ACW World Title. I mean—
With this, Wyvern drags Sean away from the door, and down and around the corner.
Wyvern: You’ve got it all wrong.
Nichols: Is that so? I distinctly recall you were gunning for the title less than a month ago. Odd. You know what I think? I think you are using the Senator.
Wyvern: How so?
Nichols: Either, you were going to have him win the title, and be unable to defend it against you, which most people already know you’re due for a title shot. He owes you, and you know it. The other option was to let him weaken up Chance at Genocide, so that Chance would be easy pickings this month when you got your shot. You’re a parasite, Wyvern…leeching off the work of everyone around you.
Wyvern: Listen. I keep having to explain myself, and it’s getting on my nerves. I’m not out to use Senator. That’s not how I roll. I know it’s my time to challenge for a title shot, that’s all. I didn’t get to sign up for Fallen Heroes this year, and I’m going to see if I can—
Nichols: By the way, why didn’t you sign up?
Wyvern: Did you see the line of newcomers spamming that list? Yikes. Everyone wants to be a part of it, and for good reason, might I add. I didn’t get to the arena as quickly as I had wanted to, the night of the signups.
Nichols: Anyways, I believe you’re going to be running late for your match, aren’t you?
Wyvern looks down at his watch, then towards the entranceway.
Wyvern: Shit…anyways, let me say this to you. If you want concrete proof that I have not used the Senator, I promise he will offer me a title shot out of gratitude and through being the number one contender. This isn’t being pretentious, as I know he’s appreciated what I’ve helped him achieve. People like you and Starkweather need to get a life and get off my back.
With that, Wyvern storms off to get to his match, leaving Nichols shaking his head, smirking.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:05:27 GMT -5
Segment: The Final Phase (Credit: Hunter)
I tell you...it's always more difficult when you're thinking it up. Well...no, difficult is a bad word. It's always more...hmm...heart pounding? Nauseating? Something like that, anyways. Regardless, when I planned all of these little "phases" out in advance, I didn't expect many of them to work. Hell, the simple fact that I don't currently have a bullet in my head is beyond me. But I'm not one to complain. The various phases worked out in their own odd little ways, and some even worked out at the same time. The point is, I'm down to the final phase, as you have no doubt guessed by now. It's so much easier thinking about how to do something than to actually do it...but I already said that. Sorry, I'm still a bit groggy from the realization that...oh, fuck it. Let's carry on.
Currently we're back up in that little room where Petey the Arm originally overheard our "threatening" conversation. And by we, I naturally mean myself, Tom, and Frankie Damage. This time, however, we learned our lesson, which is why all of the holes in the room have been sealed up. We all stand around a table in the center of the room...and I'm not quite sure why. The table is completely empty, so we don't have anything to read or look over. And there are chairs behind us, yet we don't sit on them. My guess is dramatic effect, but who knows? Anyways, it's been a few days since we did that raid on the Pulcinni's place. The after effects are simple: given the loss of their leader, they pretty much disappeared for a while. Likely, they'll be back. But not for a while, or so my colleagues seem to say. Because of my epic success on that little mission, I've been named the unofficial boss of the Tughazzi family...or what's left of it, anyways. Because some people left the moment Nicky died, and I can't really blame them. The point is, I'm the boss. And that just makes planning anything so much easier.
Tom: So what'll it be, "Boss?"
He always did have a slightly sarcastic tinge to his words, but now it's a tad bigger. I don't quite care to know why, so instead I simply smirk and begin.
As I said to you earlier, I only have one phase left in my little plan before we pretty much own this city. The first part of it is going to be taken care of by Frankie here.
Frankie looks at me with some surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
I'm afraid you can't disagree with me, boyo.
Frankie: ...I wasn't going to.
I blink.
Good. Anyways, you're going to be leading these...I don't really know what a good word for them would be, actually. But you're going to pretty much do my job for me while we're gone.
Frankie: ...gone?
Yes.
Frankie: Gone where?
I'm getting to that.
Frankie: How long will you be gone?
The boy lacks patience...
Okay, fine, if you must now, it'll likely be no longer than...a month or so.
His eyes do not light up with fear or joy. This is a good sign. If it was fear, I would know that I had the wrong man. If it was joy, I would know that I still need to work on him a little bit. So in other words, I made the right choice with him.
Frankie: Fine. What, specifically, do you want me to do?
I ponder this question for a few moments, particularly because it's a valid one. The reason it's difficult to answer is because I have yet to actually do this job, so telling him to do what I do wouldn't work...because that's nothing so far. But eventually I come up with an answer that suits both of us.
Make them forget that I'm gone.
He pauses momentarily, and then nods slightly. I chuckle, and then turn to Tom, who looks at me as if I have lost my mind. Needless to say, he has given me this look before.
Tom: So where are we going?
California.
I shake slightly. To tell you the truth, I didn't even notice I said it until I looked into his eyes. He's not happy, to say the least.
Tom: Why? What's in California?
I don't answer him. This is because it has finally hit me. I've been thinking it for so long, and this is the first time I've actually gotten to say it.
Tom: Tell me...what are we going to do?
I smirk slightly. I think I've gotten over the initial shock, and now I can focus on it a tad more. So when I finally say it, I say it very coolly.
We're going to kill James Foster.
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He's on the floor before his eyes are open. It's a bit ironic, really: just when he began to think that his memories weren't effecting him as much as he originally perceived...well, they do. As always, he knows that this situation will not end in his death, for otherwise he would not currently be fretting over the situation. But he wonders...is it possible? Could he have actually killed James as he had wanted all this time? He shakes his head slightly. An aspirin will not cure him of this massive pain. So he throws on his cloak and steps outside. A breath of fresh air could be what he needs...or it may end up leading to some unintended side effects. Naturally it's the latter.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:05:47 GMT -5
Segment: Friend?/Take This Message To Your King (Credit: Scott)
As the camera fades in we see Scott Andrews walking casually through the ACW corridors. He holds the now mysterious briefcase in one hand and a cell phone in the other. His shades hide his eyes, but that the audience can see he is in a much better mood than usual as he bears a huge cheesy grin from cheek to cheek. He is in the middle of a conversation it seems.
Scott: - - - yeah, I did, I totally did…So you’re contract has been signed? …Great news, pal, great news. Latino’s gonna wish he never interfered in the Scarlet Assassin’s business, haha…
He keeps walking. All seems ok until one false move by a certain Gary causes everything to go wrong. He walks straight into Scott and spills his entire slushie all over Scott’s suit. Scott stops in his tracks.
Scott: - - - I’ll call you back.
Scott slips his phone into his pocket and grabs Gary by the neck of his shirt. He pushes him against the wall of the corridor and lifts him off his feet. Gary struggles but it does no good; not much can help when you put Scott in a foul mood.
Scott: Did you do that on purpose, asshole? Huh?! What the hell is wrong with you?!
Gary: I...have small nipples…
Scott gives him an extremely weird look before proceeding with his tirade.
Scott: …Well…look, just get the hell out of here before I sock you in the mouth!
Scott drops Gary and continues walking, shaking and wiping down his suit as goes. He flicks excess slushie from his hands before wiping them on the walls or nearest surface area. It’s not long before Scott gets another reason to blow off at someone. From the left of the screen, Gooner bumps into Scott with a chocolate cake, spilling it onto Scott’s jacket, further making a mess of the situation. Scott looks down at his suit before slowly raising his head. His face reveals nothing less than pure anger.
Gooner: That was for my mom!
Scott: You’re mother will be sending you a cake when you’re lying in a hospital bed!
Scott grabs Gooner and delivers a nasty Headshot sending him around 3 feet through a catering table and creating a giant mess of pudding, fruit salads, ice cream and other desserts. Gooner lies motionless as Scott approaches him. He kneels down by Gooner’s head.
Scott: I’ve got a job for you. When you wake up you will go and tell Latino to get ready. You will tell him that he has no chance, and you will tell him that Scott Andrews is the better man, hands down, no doubt. Oh, and enjoy your dessert, young man. I’ll cya round.
Gooner is in no state to process any information, let alone move. He lies as still as a sack of spuds while Scott stands and walks out of frame. The camera slowly zooms in on Gooner’s face as it fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:06:34 GMT -5
Segment: The Zero Factor (Credit: Zero) We open up backstage to Kevin Anderson standing in front of Jay Zero’s locker room with a microphone in hand. Kevin: Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson here, and I’m looking to get a few words from Jay Zero, who was victorious in tonight’s triple threat match. Kevin knocks on the door and waits, but……no answer. So, he knocks again………..nothing. Suddenly, Jay Zero walks onto the scene, still in his ring attire and stands behind Kevin. Frustrated, Kevin turns around and runs straight into Zero, stumbling back a bit. [/center] Kevin: Ahh! Zero: Can I help you, Kev? [/color] Kevin: Jesus, you scared me. Zero: No, actually, I’m Jay Zero, the Pure Perfection that now graces ACW. I know, I do look like him, but hey, I’m even better than the original! [/color] Kevin shakes his head and rubs a drop of sweat off of his forehead. [/center] Kevin: Anyways…Jay, you had a very impressive performance tonight, h- - Zero: Yeah, I know. [/color] Kevin: …..How do you feel about that? Zero: What are you, my shrink? I feel great Kev, how else would I be, sad cause I won? [/color] Kevin: Well, I don’t know, I’m not a wrestler and I don’t know what you feel during matches. Zero: Yeah, exactly Kevin, so maybe I should just take this from here. [/color] Kevin: But…I’m. He pushes Kevin out of the view and looks into the camera. [/center] Zero: For you all who still doubt me, take a good at this! [/color] He puts his arms out and poses. [/center] Zero: ‘Cause soon, I’m going to be the biggest thing to hit ACW. Soon, this body’s going to be shown everywhere. I’m just getting comfortable here, and once I fully adjust to this place, I’m gonna spring up the ladder of success. At Fallen Heroes, all of you that doubt me watch closely. The Zero Factor, will make an impact. [/color] He turns around and goes into his locker room. The door slams and the camera gets a good shot of his name plate on the door. The camera begins to cut to commercial.
Will Jay Zero be the success he’s hyping himself up for? Will this “Zero Factor” really play a big role in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale? Let’s wait and see…….. End.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 12, 2007 16:10:00 GMT -5
Match 5: Jason Freeman vs Wyvern (Credit: Hunter)
The match started relatively well, with the ACW fans proudly displaying their love for the two superstars with a pair of standing ovations during their entrances. The two stable mates then shook hands to make it clear that they are in a friendly contest here, and then the match got underway with a few traded arm drags, followed by a nice scoop slam/chin lock combo from Wyvern. Freeman was able to escape this, however, and battled back up to his feet before charging at the ropes, bouncing off, and nailing Wyvern with a powerful shining leg lariat. He covered, but Wyvern was able to kick out, but not without grabbing his face in slight pain. Freeman shrugged slightly when Wyvern gave him a dirty look, and then Wyvern brought him down to the mat instantly with a Fireman's Carry followed by an armbar.
The former Entertainment Champion, current International Champion, was able to grab the rope to escape the vicious armbar. The two rose slowly and exchanged glances of "I know that hurt, so I'll apologize later." Then they locked up again and began trading various low key strikes, and then various grapples such as a bulldog from Wyvern and a kneeling jump facebuster from Freeman, which got quite a surprising pop from the crowd. Freeman then followed this up by going to the apron and waiting for Wyvern to rise. When Wyvern began to do so, Freeman hopped onto the ropes and leaped off for a head stomp...but Wyvern was able to just roll out of the way, causing Freeman to land awkwardly. Then Wyvern snuck up in front of him before he could fall down, and then nailed him with his slightly modified Fameasser, which, alas, only got him a two and a half count.
Approaching the end of the match, both men began busting out their more vicious moves, hoping to end the match with as little damage to themselves as possible...but clearly it would take more than that to keep the other down, and this they knew. Wyvern was able to knock Freeman down with a snap suplex, but when he went for a lionsault, Freeman was able to raise his knees up. Freeman then got himself up into the air and grabbed Wyvern, then nailed him with a sick-looking Glory Driver. The International Champion covered the former International Champion, but Wyvern was able to kick out mere milliseconds before the three count. Wyvern was able to duck a clothesline when he returned to his feet, and then tried for the Wings of the Fallen...but alas, Freeman was able to throw him over. The fans began wondering if Freeman could actually defeat the obviously more experienced Wyvern, particularly when Freeman lifted him up into the crucifix powerbomb position for his Journey's End move...but then, in an extremely creative way, Wyvern was able to roll back, and it seemed like he got Freeman into a sort of rolling clutch pin...until he pushed Freeman away, grabbed his legs, and locked him into the Deus Ex Machina. Freeman struggled for a while, but he was unable to cope with the pain so far away from the ring ropes, and thus he tapped. The fans applauded the match, and eventually a tired Wyvern was able to return the International Title to Freeman, and then raised Freeman's hand in a sign of respect as the audience continued to applaud.
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