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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:19:54 GMT -5
Segment: Stan, More than just a Camera Man (Credit: BK/Jake)
The scene fades in from black and both Jake and Stan appear to be conversating over something, something we cannot hear - and do not get the chance too. Seconds after Stan rises up from his seat to exit the room, the door swings open and there stands BK London - staring a hole right into Stan. Stan realizes what's going on and he tries to run for it but BK grabs him and tosses him up against the wall in a hammerlock like position.
Jake, who doesn't know what the hell is going on, attempts to try to get BK off of Stan - but BK shoves him off right onto the couch.
Jake: BK! What the hell man?
BK: Stay out of it Jake, Stand and I have something to discuss.
Jake: What are you talking about?
BK: It seems Stan here, was the person behind the little video shown earlier tonight.
Jake: Is this true, Stan?
Stan: Well...you see..
BK applies more torque to Stan's arm, having him scream out in agonizing pain.
Stan: Fine! It was me! I did it, let me go!
BK: Not until you tell me why.
Stan: Why the hell should I?
BK: Unless you want to lose this arm tonight, I suggest you get to the talking.
Stan: You know why I played that video? I played that video to show Jake and everyone else why they shouldn't trust you, Why, this nice boy thing you are trying to pull, is just a facade so Jake can let his guard down - so you can get his "trust" so when you do turn on him, it's out of nowhere. Jake is one of my best friends here, just like he's one of yours, and I don't want to see him hurt. I don't want to see him become another victim of yourself, simply because you have some fixation with the World title.
BK: Fixation with the World Title?
Stan: Don't play dumb. Since the first day you have stepped in ACW, your goal has been to become ACW Champion - and you have done that twice already - but that doesn't seem to be enough for you. You don't care about Jake, you care about the World Title. You could care less if he gets hit by a truck tomorrow, since you just consider it as another void in the two hours to fill with one of your nonsensical rants about becoming champion again. At Fallen Heroes...you get your one opportunity to become the No.1 Contender for the ACW Championship again - you get your one opportunity to main event the biggest show in ACW history - Omega Effect III.
BK: But Jake has the same opportunity.
Stan: But Jake will not go out his way to destroy a perfectly good friendship to get what he wants, not like you have in the past. I know what you're going to do to Jake BK, and I won't allow Jake to simply walk right into this trap. While you may put up this front as if you are a nice guy, you heart is as black...black and cold.
BK slowly loosens his grip on the arm of Stan, and finally he releases him from the hammerlock. Stan clutches his shoulder in pain, and he simply stares at Stan before looking in a nearby mirror - staring at himself. Is he really the cold, calculating fiend that Stan has characterized him as?
He stares back at Jake, who doesn't know what to say in this situation. Quickly, BK's expression turns of guilt to rage and he picks up a nearby vase and hurls it right into the mirror - shattering both into hundreds of pieces. He finally turns to Jake once again.
BK: Listen, if you want to believe this fool, do as you please - don't team with me tonight. But if you're going to listen to the man who for the better part of these three years has cherished the bond between you, who has asked you to be the godfather of his kids...then meet me at the ring tonight...I'm out.
BK exits the locker room, no other words are said as this segments going to a close. But questions are flying through the mind of Jake. Can he really trust BK? Or is what Stan saying absolutely right?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:20:23 GMT -5
Segment: “The Supporting Cast” Credit: T-Kiss
[Last night, two old friends met and had a good time together. One of them being Thunderkiss and the other being a few kilos of cocaine. They partied all night long and ended up together here – sprawled out on the floor of Thunderkiss’ locker room. As TK lays motionless on the floor, his agent … and you can say it out loud with me if you know this by now – WILLIAM CHARLES WILCOX, sits in a chair reading a copy of USA Today. For most people, this would be an unusual scene, but in the life of TK, this is business as usual. Wilcox focuses on the paper until he hears the door quietly creek open. He lowers the paper to look up and see TK’s valet, Vivid, enter the room.]
Wilcox: Hey Viv, didn’t see you come in.
[He notices a look of worry on her face as she is hesitant to reply …]
Wilcox: What’s wrong honey? It looks like you have something on your mind.
Vivid: I am going to go through with it. I will be wrestling.
Wilcox: Good, good for you Viv. Honestly, this would get me in huge trouble if he heard, but I totally support you in this. You have the charm and the looks to make it big in this business and let it be known, if you ever decide to go at it on your own, I’d be more than happy to represent you.
Vivid: Yeah, that would get you into big trouble if TK heard you.
Wilcox: Well, thankfully it’s a non issue since the big guy doesn’t look like he’ll be returning from “Happy Land” anytime soon unless I bring him back. And considering he’ll be going up against Freeman in about 3 hours – I’d say its time to wake the sleeping giant.
[Vivid looks down on the floor at her unfaithful, arrogant, sleeping boyfriend.]
Vivid: How long has he been like that?
Wilcox: Since last night. Though he wont admit it, last week took an awful lot out of him. Wrestling The Senator, Brimstone & then Ness in a span of seven days is not a task any sane person would take on. His body is pretty beat up Viv … I hate to see him do this to himself, but if it keeps him down, so be it.
Vivid *sighing*: Yeah, I know …
Wilcox: Why do you put up with it Viv?
Vivid: ?
Wilcox: Oh please. You know damn well what I’m talking about. You should read the things I read … about you not being a strong woman for putting up with the abuse and all that crap. That you’re willing to sell your soul out for a few seconds of TV time each week.
Vivid: …….. its easy to judge people William. They don’t see what I see.
Wilcox: And what could that possibly be?!
Vivid: That there is a good man in there.
Wilcox *laughing*: Ok Princess Amadalia!
Vivid: shut up.
Wilcox: Well, if is *IS* a good man in there, trust me, you won’t see him now. I need to wake him, and considering the news you greeted me with – its best you left the room.
[Vivid nods and leaves the room. Wilcox walks up to TK and slow nudges him to get up. TK begins to groan as Wilcox backs up a little bit, unsure of what TK he’ll get coming out of this sleep. Hopefully for Jason Freeman, it will be the one with a hangover and not the one who wants to rip the flesh off his bones – again]
~FADE~
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:21:07 GMT -5
Segment: Confessions of a Rurouni (Credit: Michael/Renix)
Bzzzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzzt!
The ring of the alarm clock clamors raucously throughout the still silence of the night. Nick’s sharp ice blue eyes dart into the open position, allowing the first beams of morning’s sunlight to flood in. The veins running through the white of his eyes indicate his previous sleep was an uneasy one. With a resigned sigh, Nick punches the “off” button on the clock, restoring order to his bedroom. He looks over at Renix, who has just rolled over away from him, presumably returning to her slumber. Nick throws the sheets off himself and proceeds to the bathroom, going through all the necessary morning rituals to prepare himself for his impending trip to Tokyo. Fallen Heroes was still more than a week away, but Nick had been raring to get back into the ring for the longest time, and staying at home just made him uneasy. He decided to leave home early. After brushing his teeth, washing his face, and shaving, Nick gets dressed and begins gathering his luggage. After everything’s in order, Renix is still asleep. Nick grabs his duffle bag and swings his carry-on backpack over his shoulder as he’s about to exit his bedroom. However, something stops him right at the threshold of his door. He hesitates a moment before making his way back to the bed, right next to Renix, still sound asleep. He lays down his luggage and drops to his knees so that Renix is about eye-level with him. After brushing a loose strand of her wheat gold blonde hair out of her face, he gazes affectionately at her for a while.
“I’m sorry that I haven’t been around as much lately. Life’s been getting more interesting as of late. I’ve got a lot of stuff on my plate, and an appetite voracious enough to devour it all”
Nick lets out a slight laugh. For some reason, even though he knows that Renix can’t hear what he’s saying, he loves talking to her. Nick feels the need to explain himself to her, to validate what he is doing in life. Maybe it’s soothing for him. He hopes that at least the emotion and intent sinks through into her mind.
“I haven’t been the greatest boyfriend in the world. I know this. It’s kind of tough to deal with at times. I always said that I was going to be the best man that I could be when it was my time to be with somebody. I’ve tried my best with you, I really have. But sometimes I reach points where I just don’t know what to do. I’m at a loss for words, or I’m never sure if I’m doing this or that right. It’s scary. It’s absolutely frightening to have to be with you, but it is also the greatest honor ever bestowed upon me to be able to give it my best shot.”
Nick looks down at Renix and smiles so sincerely.
“One day, I hope you understand what I’m doing now. Sometimes in life you have to stand up for what you believe in. No matter how difficult it might be to do so, you have to stay true to yourself. Truth is, I love professional wrestling. It’s about all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life. There are two great loves that I have in this world. You are one of those loves of course. The other is my career. I thank the lord above everyday for how blessed I have been. I might not be the greatest man, though. I hunger for more. I can’t turn the other cheek because I seek revenge and justification.
I hope that I’m not just going through the motions with you. I feel like I really care. It’s just that right now, I have to end things right with my wrestling career. To be the greatest, or just another great...it’s a fine line. I’m going to walk that line. In about a week, I’m going to be fighting again. I’m going up against not one, not two, not even ten of the greatest fighters on the face of the planet. I’m ready to go to war. Cheer for me, okay?
Without you, I’d lose the will to continue in this business so full of hate, anger, betrayal, all the things fundamentally wrong with mankind. But because of you, I’m reassured of man’s good nature. You remind me that underneath all the ugliness that this industry can inspire, every human being has a heart, a caring, understanding heart that cannot be shaken no matter what. You inspire me. You amaze me.”
Nick moves in to give Renix a gentle peck on her cheek.
“And I love you.”
With that, Nick rises to his feet and takes back his luggage. He exits his bedroom, for good this time. Before fading out, the camera focuses back to Renix. A lone tear rolls down her cheek.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:21:56 GMT -5
Match 5: Thunderkiss vs Jason Freeman
You can always tell when rising stars are nearing to that magic point when they become simply stars, pure and simple; it’s a change in the atmosphere at ringside and all around the arena. And that atmosphere was in evidence tonight for both Freeman and Thunderkiss; the crowd was extremely hyped, and both men responded swiftly to this, launching into a classic test of raw, unbridled power against speed and driving passion. Kiss took a minute or so to get accustomed to Freeman’s movement, and in that time the smaller man was able to land several important blows to his opponent, specifically targeting his lower limbs in an attempt to further restrict the big man’s mobility. Kicking Thunderkiss in the shins, however, is something akin to belting a lamp-post; momentarily satisfying but not ultimately all that productive, and Kiss was the first to get a pinning chance with a perfectly timed running clothesline which knocked the wind clean out of Freeman’s sails.
A near-2 count saw the start of a dominant two or three minutes for Kiss, with Freeman finding his pace used against him as Kiss constantly deflected his attacks into the ropes and consequently bashed several shades out of his foe on the rebounds. The crowd began to really get behind Kiss here out of the sheer spirit of the match, and a chain of different slams builds things to the point where Kiss is fired up enough to commence the 5 moves of Doom. He hits the Box Office Smash (Polish Hammer) and Fall Forward Scoop Slam, but Freeman’s endurance has increased a lot in the last few months, and Kiss’ obligatory delay at step 3 with his flexing pose gives time for Freeman to roll aside before Kiss can deliver the elbow drop. Trying to surprise his opponent Freeman attempts a triangle choke, but Kiss is too strong for this and forces Freeman to abandon the attempt quickly. Undeterred, Freeman nips up and uses the nearby ropes to execute a jumping head stomp before Kiss can rise; this flattens Kiss to the mat, and Freeman pins for a solid 2.
The pace doesn’t let up for the remainder of the match; Kiss does exactly what he does best, battering away at Freeman whenever he can keep him sufficiently close. Freeman faces the eternal quandary of the lightweight wrestler, trying to do damage whilst remaining a safe difference from those meaty fists, and the result is that both men slip in some good strikes whilst simultaneously lacking the killer blow. Things come to a head when Kiss is finally able to get a full grip on Freeman, and lock in a bearhug; Freeman struggles hard, and even the mighty Kiss can’t hold him indefinitely – but it costs Freeman a great deal to escape, and he gambles everything on a quick finish as he goes for an absolutely massive dropkick to Kiss’ face in an attempt to knock him out. Kiss takes the full impact, but does not fall and as Freeman hits the deck, Kiss lifts his foe up as high as he can before nailing the Heaven’s Door. The crowd roars… and Kiss drops, the powerful impact catching up to him.
The crowd shouts for both men, but the impacts and the match in general have been particularly grueling in spite of their constrained timespan, and to many peoples’ surprise the 10 count defeats both men, resulting in a tie. Both Freeman and Kiss look slightly perplexed; even so, the crowd shows support for both men in appreciation of an excellent match before the shoe cuts to the commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:22:17 GMT -5
Titles: Cats O'Ninetails and Dogs of War (Credit: Stark/Shawn)
"Well, we seem to be enjoying biding our time, don't we?" Umeko mused as she reclined on a small couch in Starkweather's modest, but refined, home.
Starkweather had until that very moment been stitching a popped seam on his Scarecrow mask. He knew that little jab was coming, and he glanced sidelong at her before returning to his work. "Yes, yes... Patience is a virtue, Ms. Saito. Not one that you have, yes, but it is."
"I lack patience? I prefer to say that I'm a woman of action, my good Doctor," Umeko returned with a hint of irritation as she repositioned herself to watch him as he worked. After she caught a glimpse of what he was doing, she couldn't help but remark snidely, "Sewing? I thought you were too old-fashioned of a man for that."
"I never said I was that old-fashioned, Ms. Saito. Or you'd likely be bearfoot roasting a ham in my kitchen." He said it as straight-faced as ever, but it was a joke. She was familiar enough with his sense of humor to pick it up, and she only smirked as he set his little project aside and regarded her. "Things will come, don't worry. Delicate matters take times, and striking when the time is right."
"I suppose...but how ever shall we occupy ourselves in the meantime?" She wondered, knowing the answer already. Her knowing smirk sent Starkweather a very clear message...one that almost brought a smile to his statuesque face.
"Hm... Perhaps later, we do still have some business to take care of." He stood, popping a join in his shoulder and cracking his neck, she watching in bemusement as he limbered up before stopping to regard her. "...And I suppose you think it's rather clever to be the proverbial snake in the garden of Eden, with your innuendo and your double entendres."
"You should at least pretend to be unaware of my attempts at seduction...that's half the fun in the first place" She purred lightly as she stretched and allowed herself an almost feline yawn.
"I pretend to do very little, and when I do pretend it is for a reason. But, seduction does not work on people with such a, hm, intimate knowledge of how you work, Ms. Saito."
"If it doesn't work, then would you care to explain why you seem to allow yourself to enjoy it? Perhaps the "seduction" doesn't really seduce you, but the effort obviously does."
A faint smile, rare from the good doctor. She was quite the optimist, always trying to end up on top of anything, even something as innocent as wordplay. "Perhaps. But my efforts are a bit more vocally praised, if memory serves."
She clenched her jaw tightly and muttered, "It might have been something like that...but the mind is the first thing to go, or so they say."
"Yes, but a mind is also a terrible thing to waste. So I'd think you'd do much better to further our position before we get to the "brass tacks," so to speak." His tone was quite civil, and his flat look was a bit hard to decipher. He was likely being just a bit chiding of where her mind was at the moment, but not overtly.
"You want to play that way? Well fine," She smiled sarcastically. Then, being a tad playful, she added, "I suppose I'll just leave you to your sewing and go play with William out back. He's obedient...and he's always ready to play. So unlike his master... I think you were born to be a cat person."
Starkweather simply looked at her for a couple of seconds... Before shrugging. "Just try not to pluck his eye out, will you? I rather like him the way he is. As for cats, well... They have little real skills, they are only good to look at, are terrible conversationalists, they're always aloof and disinterested... And you can never teach them tricks. I'm surprised you're not a cat person yourself, Ms. Saito."
Umeko grumbled, "I am a cat person...and I think you pride yourself on being witty far more than you'd ever admit. I should, by all rights, walk over there and slap you right now... You're just lucky that I wouldn't want to mess up that perfect face of yours."
"Take a light-hearted jab when it's given to you, Ms. Saito. Insults are only insulting if you are insulted by them."
"Me? Insulted? Never," She replied lazily, trying to hide her irritation as she walked out the front door. As William the Conquerer playfully nibbled at her pantleg, she couldn't help but smile. She found their games fun...even if she didn't always emerge victorious.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:23:29 GMT -5
Segment: Break Up to Make Up (Credit: Jake/BK)
Jake: BK, wait up!
BK doesn’t listen to him and keeps on truckin’. Jake runs to catch up and spins BK around.
Jake: Dude, we need to...
BK: Excuse me; I need to get ready for my handicap match.
BK tries to turn around but Jake grabs his shoulder once again.
Jake: Excuse me, but the card says Top Draw, not BK London.
BK: Oh, you’re going to be on my side?
Jake: When was I not on your side? The part where I didn’t listen to Dan’s advice, or the part where I fought our match last week before your grand entrance?
BK: The part with that tape earlier tonight.
Jake: If you hadn’t noticed, Stan apparently did that. I had nothing to do with it.
BK: Well...
Jake: And as for what he said, it’s not all true. I know you better than Stan does. BK, we had a plan for one of us to win at Fallen Heroes. As I said before, this wrestling thing will not kill our friendship.
BK: Ok but...
Jake: And if you do try something funny, I’m watching my back. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just you can very unpredictable sometimes.
BK: I see...
Jake: And I think Stan was completely out of line. It’s none of his business.
BK: Are you done yet?
Jake: Yes.
BK takes a deep breath in and Jake looks at BK in suspence.
BK: Do you agree with Stan saying I have a World Title problem?
Jake begins laughing and slaps BK’s back. Jake starts to walk away but BK gives chase.
BK: WAIT, IM SERIOUS!
Jake: You can be a little, obsessed if you know what I mean.
BK: I can't help it, I love gold. And according to my accomplishments in ACW, I must have the Midas touch or something. But anyway, are you ready for the match? - do you have your nunchucks ready?
Jake: Yeah I do, but I just think it would be a better win if we didn't use our weapons tonight. So we could win fairly, make a better impact.
BK: You want a make an impact? You just follow everything I do partner, and we'll be fine. Let's go.
BK walks off screen and Jake doesn't exactly agree with that, but it's too late. The match is moments away, can they actually stay on the same page?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:25:34 GMT -5
Segment: My Cooperation (Credit: Wyvern)
The scene begins with Wyvern getting ready for his match later tonight, as he enters the Senatorial Stable locker room. Tossing his duffel bag down to the ground, Wyvern begins to change into his wrestling garb. He does so in a quick manner, most likely indicating a time conflict, which prevented him from doing it earlier.
”Running late is never good; being late doesn’t allow for adequate preparation. I really hope Senator is ready for tonight, otherwise we’re going to be in trouble, provided Top Draw can work as a team.”
Wyvern slips his boots on, and laces them up with fluidity, as he continues to put together his outfit in a hurry. Sliding his kneepads into position, Wyvern has quickly slapped together his attire, and it almost seems if it was more effective, as in his haste, Wyvern experienced less struggle with the process.
”How am I going to prepare for tonight? I’m not entirely keen on tag team matches with people I haven’t developed strategies with. I know me and Senator will be on the same page, but I still have that restlessness that comes from a lack from preparation.”
Wyvern gets up, and walks over to the mirror in the bathroom. He quickly examines his handiwork, stopping for a brief moment to look over the stubble forming on his face. He quickly turns the faucet on, and splashes water onto his face. He then grabs a towel, and wipes his face off.
”Alright. The match isn’t too far away, so I hope Senator’s in his office or something. Even basic plans are better than no plans at all.
Opening the door of the Senator’s office, Wyvern peers in.
No one.
”Where can he be?”
Wyvern exits the room, where he sees a crewmember nearby, going over notes for the production of Meltdown. Wyvern gets his attention by clearing his throat.
Wyvern: Hey, have you seen the Senator?
Crewmember: Yes.
Wyvern: Can you remember where you last saw him?
Crewmember: He was walking around the hall.
Wyvern: I see…any idea where he’d be now?
Crewmember: Well…
The crewmember checks his sheet, then looks up with a perplexed look.
Crewmember: He’s going to be in a match in a few minutes…as are you. Why aren’t you over near the entrance?
”What?! Damn, my sense of time is way off…hopefully I can work out something before we get to ringside.”
Wyvern: Whoa! Gotta go! Thanks!
With that, Wyvern rushes off to meet with the Senator. Can the duo take on the formidable tag team of Top Draw and succeed?
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:26:40 GMT -5
Segment: Capital Punishment (Credit: Zero) As we enter the ACW Arena again, no time is wasted before “Simple Man” by Hardcore Superstar begins to play. The crowd begins to boo, finally making a decision about the cocky, young superstar. Jay Zero walks out onto the stage with a can of hairspray in one hand and a microphone in the other. He steps out onto the middle of the stage and puts his arms in the air, trying to pump up the crowd. He starts laughing and begins to walk down the ramp way, taunting fans by pretending to spray his hairspray at them. Several fans are rather jumpy, diving and pushing their friends in front of the false attack. Jay is no longer in his Uncle Sam outfit, but in his normal street clothes. He tosses the mic into the ring and slides in.
He hops up and runs over to one of the turnbuckles near the announcers table and starts applying the whole can of hairspray to his head. While doing so, his tongue is sticking out, very obnoxiously and he’s shaking his head profusely. He stops with the hairspray and the light catches the thousands of tiny particles in the air left from the hair spray. Jay then sprays in up in the air, facing the crowd and hops off the turnbuckle. He drops the can on hairspray over in the corner and picks up the microphone. The music begins to fade and the cheers are now much, much clearer. Jay waits a few moments, pacing around the ring, catching his breath maybe, but also waiting for the crowd to die down. [/center] Zero: ……What the hell happened to you people? Earlier tonight when I was out here, you were cheering me like I just pulled your baby from a burning building, now I’m being booed? What is it, that time of the month for all you? Cut the mood swing bullshit out, and listen up! [/color] The way he’s “Sweet talking” this crowd really isn’t helping him out at all as the crowd’s only get louder. [/center] Zero: Earlier, I visited good ol’ Gingyman. When I stepped in his office, he brought it to my attention that because I’m….new he doesn’t want to over work me. Therefore, I don’t have a match on the card here tonight! [/color] Wooo! [/center] Zero: ….And that explains why I’m out here now! [/color] Booo! [/center] Zero: He said if I was so worried about carrying on the momentum I have going, then I should find an alternative way besides a match tonight to keep it lively. So, what is there to do? Train with Dwight? Nah, if anything, that old man brings ME down, but not physically as in a slam, but as in talent wise. [/color] Edison: Pffft….
McNally: Is it Jay’s goal here to make as much enemies as possible? Cause as of late, it seems as if he’s on the right path to doing so. Zero: So, what else is there? An arm wrestling competition? Kick a punching bag? Yeah. Nothing too exciting there to keep me going strong. So I thought to myself, “who’s someone I haven’t dared even try to break? Who is a legend here in ACW that I haven’t proven myself to?” And then I realized, the World Heavyweight Champion, Senator Steve Philips! [/color] McNally Oh this is going to be good. Zero: Ever since I debuted in ACW, I’ve been poking the stick into several of ACW’s finest, but one person that I haven’t even come in touch with, is the one man who is on the top of the mountain here. To keep momentum going, and even shoot it out more, why not take out the holder of ACW’s most prestigious title? Why not take out Senator? [/color] He seems very confident in himself with a big smile on his face. The crowd starts a “We Want Senator!” chant and it doesn’t take a thing away from Jay. [/center] Zero: So Senator, what I’m basically saying right now is, I don’t want a match with you right now, I don’t want a debate, I want a fight! [/color] He backs up a bit, and drops the microphone, turning around towards the announcers table. He walks over to the ropes and yells out “Give me a Chair” to a nearby crew worker. The worker pulls up the ring apron and slides one from underneath the ring and hands it to him. Jay yanks the chair away and picks up the microphone again. [/center] Zero: Let’s go Philips, we don’t have all night! [/color] He walks towards the center of the ring, still holding the chair with one hand. [/center] Zero: You can’t keep your precious Senatorialites out here waiting! [/color] The “Senator” chant just continues to get louder and louder, nearly toning out the voice of Jay Zero on the speakers. About 30 seconds pass and Jay starts to get frustrated. [/center] Zero: Y’know what? This shows a lot of character in your champion! He doesn’t even have the guts to come down here and accept this ass beatin’ for what it is! [/color] Half start booing and the other half remains with the chants. In the ring, Jay continues to lick his lips, before getting angry and opening up the steel chair. He slams it down on the mat. [/center] Zero: Alright, screw the rest of tonight’s card! Until you come out here, I’m not leaving! [/color] He plants himself down in the chair and stares at the Alphatron, waiting with anticipation. The time continues to pass; 10…..20….30 seconds. Zero continues to stare as the crowd begins to get restless. One fan is rather loud and manages to get a yell loud enough to get on camera saying “Get out of the ring, douche bag!”
The insult just bounces off of Zero as he’s concentrated on only the Alphatron and nothing else. Suddenly, “Hail to the Chief” blares loud and clear, along with red, white, and blue lights on the stage. The crowd erupts and Zero starts to smile, inching up in his chair. As the crowd jumps to their feet, awaiting the entrance of the Champion, Zero begins to slowly stand up as well.
A figure steps out from behind the curtain and when the spotlight hits him, it’s clear that it’s not exactly who Jay Zero wanted, but instead one of Steve’s followers, “The Capitalist” Anthony Kalb. [/center] Edison : Hey, wait! That’s not Senator!
McNally: Indeed my friend, that looks to be Anthony Kalb. But, what’s he doing out here? Zero: Whoa, whoa! What the hell is this!? [/color] Kalb walks further out onto the stage with a microphone in hand. He looks out into the thousands of cheering fans with a stern look on his face. He then glares back into the ring at Jay Zero. [/center] Kalb: Cut the music. Zero: Yeah, cut that shit music! Now, listen up junior……………who the hell are you? [/color] Kalb: Me? Boy, you need to catch up on this fed. I’m Anthony Kalb, and don’t you call me junior when I have a good 50 pounds on you. Zero: Yeah whatev….where’s Senator? [/color] Kalb: Ahh, Steve sends his regards, yet at the moment he’s preparing for a big tag team match in tonight’s main event. So, since he didn’t have the time for your non-sense, he sent me out here to take care of the job. Zero: Heh, wait….so, you came out here for a fight? [/color] Kalb: It IS what you were bargaining for, wasn’t it? There’s a pause for a moment and Zero kicks the steel chair behind him. [/center] Zero: Bring it on, pretty boy! [/color] The roof is nearly blown off the crowd as Kalb rips off his suit jacket, drops his mic, and begins to sprint to the ring. Zero backs up and gets in an athletic position, taunting him off. Kalb slides in and like a turkey vulture, Zero dives right on top of him, pounding him with clubs to the back. [/center] McNally: Here we go, Eddie! He continues pounding, but then stops to get to his feet. Once on his feet he bounce back a few steps, lightly jumping on his feet. Kalb stands up and is met with a jab, boom, another! Another! And another! Kalb shakes it off and as Zero comes in for a knee to the gut, Kalb uses his strength to grab a hold of his leg and push him backwards, crashing hard to the mat.
The crowd cheers for Kalb as he holds his head from the shots. Zero rolls to his feet and runs right at Kalb. He attempts a clothesline, but Kalb drops to a knee and delivers a strong blow to the gut, making Zero stumble to the side a bit, before collapsing down.
Kalb holds his arms high in the air, getting a cheer from the crowd as he stands up. Zero lays on the mat coughing and holding his stomach. Kalb walks over and grabs a big handful of Jay’s hair, and yanks him to his feet. Jay screams in pain, but what Kalb doesn’t realize is that Jay has grabbed his can of hair spray that he left in the ring earlier. Jay turns and starts spraying the chemicals straight into Anthony Kalbs eyes as he yells out with the burning sensation.
Jay drops the can as Kalb reels back holding his eyes. He grabs the chair that he kicked backwards and makes sure it’s folded up. He locks on Kalb as the target and holds the chair to the side of him. As Kalb turns, Zero does a big windmill swing with the chair, making a horrifying, brain busting sound, yet Kalb doesn’t go down. He teeter-totters for a moment, just as the pain begins to enter his cranium. Jay backs up, draws the chair back and hits another skull shattering shot! Kalb stumbles back, yet manages to balance himself to stay in a vertical position.
Zero has had enough now and starts to stalk Kalb as he slowly stumbles in the ring, not knowing where he is. Kalb begins to turn around and Jay halts, then steps back a few steps. He brings the chair back and does a pro hop, a move in baseball, putting a lot more momentum in the swing of the chair. This shot is the loudest and hardest of all three and it finally brings Kalb to fall to the mat, bleeding a little. He drops the dented chair and looks for the microphone that he dropped somewhere. He finally finds it, picks it up, and walks over towards Kalb. He is breathing heavily, but still has enough energy to make a point, lifting up Kalbs head. Anthony’s body has gone entirely limp from the vicious chair shots and it looks as if he’s knocked out. [/center] Zero: Ladies and gentlemen, add this poor victim to the list of people who’ve all suffered humiliation by the means of Zeroification. [/color] He lets go of Kalbs head, which immediately crashes back down to the mat. [/center] Zero: Anthony Kalb, you sir, have just been Zerofied. [/color] He drops the microphone and just takes a few steps backwards, looking at the man who has fallen before him. The entire moment seems to be flashing through Jay’s head as he continues to back up, into the ropes. [/center] Edison: Oh…my. We…..we need some help down here!
McNally: It looks as if Anthony Kalb is bleeding from those devastating chair shots from Jay Zero. But at what cost was this for? To make an impact going into a PPV? Zero should be ashamed at himself. Zero steps out onto the ring apron, still looking at Kalb. Referees and medical attentions staff all begin to run down to the ring, but stop in front, not wanting to get in the way of Zero. Jay finally turns around, and ignores Kalb. He hops off the apron and “Simple Man” starts to play. The boos are very clear as Jay makes his way up the rampway. The medical workers all slide in now that Zero has passed them. They immediately rush over to Kalb, attending to the wound in his forehead. Zero walks to the back without ever acknowledging the fans during his exit. The camera begins to then show Kalb being treated by several referees and paramedics.
The shot begins to fade out……… End[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:27:26 GMT -5
Segment: The Vessel (Credit: Hunter)
He opens his eyes slowly and looks around as he usually does. Unfortunately for him, he had just slept, not dreamed as he would have liked to. Instead of the confusion that is created by the illusions or visions of his early life he was treated to a restful and pleasant time. Commonly one would be happy. But not him. He rises slowly and begins to put on his cloak. He knows that he does not have a match, but that is not the reason he is getting dressed. Over the past few months he has been able to pick up a sort of sixth sense for this sort of thing. And by this sort of thing, clearly your omniscient narrator means "an interview." And sure enough, the moment that he opens the door he finds Kevin Anderson standing before him, mic in hand, slightly startled by his newfound ability to sense when he is there. He rubs his forehead with his fingers and then sighs.
Brimstone: Well let's have it then.
Kevin, as can be naturally assumed, is still slightly shaken by Brimstone's odd, slightly supernatural sense. But regardless, he clears his throat and begins.
Kevin: Now, Brimstone, everyone's DYING to know---
Brimstone: Cut the theatrics, I heavily doubt anyone cares that much.
Pause.
Kevin: Right, well, everyone wants to know just exactly what's up with you and Thunderkiss.
Once more a look of disinterest crawls over Brimstone's face, and he exhales very slowly.
Brimstone: What about it? Ask a more specific question...wait, better, actually ASK a question. This is an interview, not a conversation. If it was a conversation, and what's more, if it was a conversation that was optional, you'd be speaking to a door. So please make this just a tad interesting for me.
Kevin: Okay...why are you and Thunderkiss in such a bitter feud?
He scoffs.
Brimstone: Bitter? If it was something even moderately relating to "bitter" he'd be dead by now. And that's not a threat, that's a fact. If anything, he's just a child who I can't help but feel like destroying.
Kevin blinks, and Brimstone stares fixedly ahead.
Brimstone: Anything else?
Kevin: Well...what are your thoughts on his challenge that you have issued to him? This...unofficial challenge of---
Brimstone: I know what the goddamn challenge is, Kevin, I made it. I don't have any specific thoughts about it, really. I'll win, that's the easiest thing I might as well get out of the way.
Kevin: You said that you'd be able to beat him the last two times you faced him, and yet---
Brimstone: I beat him the second time, that's what the majority of you people fail to realize. But I'll let that pass and come back to this "challenge." If it amuses me as much as I think it will, then I won't regret it.
Kevin: And on the off chance that he eliminates you?
Brimstone looks down at Kevin with half of a smile present on his face.
Brimstone: If he wants to come in to the ring after I win the thing, he's all the more welcome. It'll be fun eliminating him twice.
And with that he turns away and begins to head into his locker room, until eventually he hears a voice call his name.
?: Brimstone!
He closes his eyes slowly and then begins to mutter "please not Thunderkiss."
?: Turn off the camera.
Well clearly it can't be him. Brimstone turns around slowly and comes face to face with Chairman Gingerdude. His expression is very neutral, but he lets a smile pass through when he sees Kevin walking away.
Brimstone: So, not calling me down to the office?
Ginger: I wanted to stretch my legs, and I figured I might as well take care of this now.
Brimstone shrugs nonchalantly.
Brimstone: As you wish. What can I help you with?
Ginger: Do you remember when I gave you that International Title Match a while ago, the one that you wanted so you could face Jake Cheng?
Brimstone: Yes.
Ginger: Well, as you may recall, we agreed that one day you'd owe me a favor in return.
His next statement comes through a thick grin.
Brimstone: I don't forget things easily, Ginger.
Ginger: Well, I'd like to cash in that favor.
Brimstone looks at him for a moment, and then slowly nods. He grabs his door and pulls out open.
Brimstone: It's not very clean.
Ginger smiles.
Ginger: I've seen worse.
And with that, he enters Brimstone's locker room, and Brimstone takes a moment to look around the empty hallway before following him inside. His curiosity got the best of him, and nothing more. What could possibly measure up to giving him a title match in his roughly fifth match in the company? Is it as big as he thinks or as small as he wants? Well either way he's about to find out. And it surely wasn't something that he expected...
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:28:04 GMT -5
Match 6: Top Draw vs The Senator & Wyvern (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 427lbs, they are the team of Jake Cheng and BK London, Top Draw!
Following the moment of complete silence the beginning chords of "The Emperor's Soundtrack" by Lupe Fiasco sounds through the speakers and the crowd goes absolutely nuts for Top Draw. As the heavy bass shortly follows and the melodic flow of Lupe Fiasco proceeds, both Jake Cheng and BK London make their way through the curtain onto the top of the stage to a pop of a bigger magnitude. They play towards the crowd, hyping them up on opposite side of the stage before meeting back at the center and making their way down the ramp. They slap the hands of the crowd who are lucky enough to get seats by the ramp before stopping at the mouth of the stage. There BK does his signature 'BK pose' while Jake does his 'Jake pose', and the pyros shoot up behind them back on the stage. The pair enters the ring and hops up on the opposite turnbuckles, playing more towards the crowd as the cameras flash all around the arena. They hop down from the turnbuckle and meet in the center of the ring, waiting for their opponents.
Phillip: And their opponents, coming to the ring weighing in at a combined weight of 405lbs, representing the Senatorial Stable, Wyvern and the ACW Heavyweight Champion, The Senator Steve Phillips!
"Hail to the Chief" sounds throughout the arena and the pair make their way out onto the stage to a huge pop from the fans aswell. They acknowledge their fans from the stage while Senator holding the ACW Heavyweight Champion high over his head - and now they begin making their way down to the ring. They stop ringside and Wyvern whispers something into the ear of the champion before they hop up on the apron simultaneously and enter the ring. Wyvern stretches in the center of the ring as Senator continues to show off his World Championship before giving it to RAF to give it to the time keeper. And finally, the bell sounds for the match to start.
As the bell for the match starts, it appears BK London and Wyvern will be starting off things in this contest. The pair walk around the ring a bit before meeting up at the center and locking up in a rather aggressive collar elbow tie up. BK latches on the first move of the match, locking Wyvern in a rear hammerlock - but Wyvern manages to counter that move into a rear hammerlock of his own. BK looks to trip both legs of Wyvern from under him, but Wyvern's legs are positioned a good distance away. BK grabs Wyvern's head and takes him down with a Snapmare before latching on a side headlock. Wyvern rises up up from the mat with BK, and pushes him into the ropes. As BK comes off, Wyvern looks for a shoulder block and scores with it - taking the former ACW Champion down. Wyvern bounces off the ropes and BK quickly rolls on his stomach to prevent any damage there. Wyvern hops over BK and bounces off the ropes for a second time as BK springs to his feet and looks for a leap frog. Wyvern manages to stop right in front of BK as he lands on the mat, and decks him with a huge right hand. BK stumbles backwards right into his corner from the hefty right hand and he stares at Wyvern, who seems to be fairly confident in this contest. BK rises up from the mat and Jake tags himself into the match, not taking BK's feeling in consideration. Jake makes his way to the center of the ring to meet Wyvern and the pair exchange a few words in the center of the ring. Finally, Jake points over to The Senator across the ring and even Senator is taken back a little by Jake's decision a little. Wyvern returns to his corner and tags in The Senator to a pop from the crowd.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:28:33 GMT -5
The Senator meets Jake at the center of the ring and the two look to lock in a collar elbow tie up, but instead Jake takes another route and meets Senator with several kicks to the abdomen. Jake follows up with a huge forearm right to the jaw of Senator before backing him up into the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Senator comes off the ropes and Jake looks for a clothesline, but The Senator ducks right under it. Jake turns around in the nick of time and The Senator looks for a huge boot to Jake's head - but Jake manages to side step it and grab the ACW Champion from behind. He locks in him a rear waist lock before attempting a German Suplex of the sort, but Senator has it blocked and countered in a few seconds. Senator takes down Jake with a Drop Toe Hold and looks for his Victory Lock III (Cross Arm Cross STF), but before he can fully get it in Jake squirms his way towards the ropes - forcing him to break the hold. While he does so, he wastes no time going back on the offensive - dragging Jake from the ropes and delivering some stiff kicks right to the solar plexus of the former three time Light Heavyweight Champion. He grabs the arm of Jake and wrenches it before setting up for a hook kick, but Jake manages to duck under the kick and scoops up The Senator on his shoulders before his foot can touch the ground and plants him with a Sit Out Powerbomb - a move not seen in Jake's arsenal. Jake rolls backwards and looks for the first cover in this match following this big move.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT
The Senator manages to get his shoulder up right before RAF's arm comes down for a three count, and now Jake picks up Senator and carries him over to his corner where he tags in BK London - who doesn't look too happy with Jake simply tagging himself in earlier in the match. Jake holds up The Senator as BK follows up with a swift kick to his abdomen, sending him back down to the mat and now Jake returns back to his corner. BK picks up Senator and drags him to the corner before delivering a nice knife edge chop across the chest. The Senator clutches his chest in pain and BK sets him up for another, and delivers it - but this one doesn't seem to be phasing the ACW Champion. BK delivers another chop across his chest, and now it's evident that Senator is enduring these shots. Chop after chop after chop connects with Senator's chest, and BK is looking absolutely worried at his moment. He switches up and attempts to deliver a right hand to Mr. Phillips, but Senator ducks and starts delivering knife edge chops of his own to the former ACW Champion. BK screams in pain as the chops connect with his chest and echoes throughout the arena. Senator delivers another chop and BK's knees buckle below him due the extreme amount of pain. He delivers another vicious chop to his chest, completing the trifecta before whipping BK across the ring into the opposite corner. BK ricochets off the turnbuckles, and groggily walks out the corner and there Senator is to meet him with a Washington Lariat that nearly turns BK inside out. Senator drops down to his knees and covers BK, hooking both legs and it looks academic from here and on the apron it doesn't even seem like Jake is going to break the count.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT
BK gets his shoulder up at the last possible moment before the three, and now Senator picks up the Grand Slam Champion and drags him to his corner where he tags in Wyvern. Senator holds BK in a front face lock as Wyvern enters the ring, getting some jabs and kicks in before he decides to take control of BK himself. Wyvern sends BK into the ropes with a couple of right hand, and now he grabs his tights before punching him again. As BK would reel back, Wyvern would pull him back using his tights and deliver another punch, and then another. BK now stands groggily in the center of the ring, not knowing where he is at, and Wyvern bounces off the ropes and delivers a huge clothesline to the former ACW Champion. Wyvern is confident with his upperhand in this match, and knows to go for the cover right after but before the count can even start - Jake decides to make his presence known and he pulls BK out from under Wyvern and out the ring. BK attempts to catch his breath, and he looks right back up at Jake - who doesn't even exchange a glance and returns back to the apron. Wyvern bounces off the ropes and looks for a Baseball Slide on the unsuspecting London, but it appears BK actually had it scouted indeed and side steps it. Wyvern slides right on out the ring and turns toward BK and just like that - Wyvern is taken down with a Shades of Michaels. BK rolls into the ring shortly after that attack, and tells RAF to start the count and he does.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR
Suddenly, Jake hops off the apron and picks up Wyvern before tossing him right back into the ring, shocking BK in the process. BK walks over to Jake and asks him what the hell was that, but it seems Jake wants to get the one-two-three in this match - rather than a bittersweet win with a count out. BK returns to work on Wyvern, but Wyvern - who has recovered rather quickly - trips BK and looks for the Deus Ex Machina. BK thrashes around, not allowing himself to be latched in the manuever that has made him tap out on more than one occassion, and quickly BK kicks Wyvern off - right into Senator. Senator goes flying off the apron and hits the top of the announce table before dropping down to the ground below. Wyvern turns around, seeing what occurred and quickly scrambles to his feet and delivers a Lungblower to the No.1 Contender. Wyvern rolls to the center of the ring, and BK stumbles over to his corner and tags in Jake - who has no problem entering the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 19, 2007 16:30:03 GMT -5
Jake stalks Wyvern from behind as he is rising up to his feet, and once he gets up to one knee, Jake strikes him with the Shade of Helms (Shining Enziguri) - taking him back down to the mat. Jake hooks both legs of Wyvern and looks for the win following this manuever.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
It's not enough to take out the No.1 Contender, but Jake doesn't waste any time arguing with the referee and he pulls Wyvern towards the corner more before ascending to the top rope. Jake soars off, hitting his Bullet with Butterfly Wings (Phoenix Splash), and quickly Jake looks to capitalze on this big time manuever.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-
The Senator comes in and breaks up the count, despite still being a bit loopy from the fall off the apron. The Senator grabs Jake and delivers a groundshaking Filibuster to him, that would take even the strongest man out. He rises back up and turns around and there BK is, waiting for him and delivers a kick to his gut. The Senator is then planted into the mat with a Revolver, right in the center of the ring. Senator rolls out the ring under the bottom rope and BK jumps back to his feet before taunting the ACW Champion. BK turns around and Wyvern trips both of his legs and manages to latch in the Deus Ex Machina. Wyvern pulls back, putting more pressure on BK's back, leaving BK in agonizing pain. BK tries as much as he can not to tap out, he tries to nullify that pain by biting his own thumb - but it's too excruciating and he finds himself tapping out wildly, too bad he's not the legal man. Wyvern is doing this for his own personal pleasure, but what he doesn't see is Jake rising up from the mat. Jake looks for a clothesline from behind on Wyvern, but Wyvern manages to look at the Alphatron and ducks in the nick of time. Jake's clothesline hits another target instead, RAF, and he is sent flying out of the ring. Wyvern releases BK, who rolls to the ropes and now focuses his attention on the Light Heavyweight Champion. Jake comes towards Wyvern again, but Wyvern side steps it once more and Jake manages to take out Senator again who was coming back up on the apron. A stiff kick to Jake's back follows before Wyvern sets him up for the Asphyxiation. Wyvern turns in mid-air, but Jake manages to grab onto the top rope to prevent him from falling back with Wyvern and Wyvern lands backfirst on the mat below.
Wyvern slowly rises up from the mat and now BK grabs him from behind, and holds him, trapping him as he screams at Jake. Jake sees the nunchucks he brought to the ring by his corner and picks it up. He turns towards Wyvern, and BK smiles.
BK: Hit him!
Jake has the nunchucks in his hand, ready to finish of Wyvern - but he pauses and looks at the nunchucks and then looks back at Wyvern. BK can't hold him for much longer and he becomes much more angry now.
BK: HIT HIM!
Jake decides to go all out and charges towards Wyvern with the nunchucks. Wyvern frees himself at the last second and BK gets a face full of the nunchucks, sending him to the mat and rolling out the ring. Wyvern grabs Jake from behind and plants him into the mat with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep. Jake rolls over on his back and Wyvern hooks both legs and looks to pick up the win, but there is no referee in sight. The Senator, who has recovered from being knocked off the apron for the second time, picks up RAF and rolls him into the ring - hoping he will get the cover. RAF realizes the pin and slowly makes the count.
ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR-KICK OUT!
Jake gets his shoulder up at the last possible second, and whether it was instinct or just the slow counting, he manages to last just a bit longer in this match. Wyvern picks up Jake's legs and looks for the Deus Ex Machina and locks it in. The Senator rolls into the ring, and prevents Jake from reaching the ropes by managing to lock in his Victory Lock I simultaneously. There is no escape from this tag team submission tandem, and Jake is forced to scream "I GIVE UP!" as RAF signals for the bell.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, The Senator and Wyvern!
"Trip Like I Do" sounds throughout the arena as both men release their respective holds after they hear the bell sound and themselves announced as the winners. RAF manages to get to his feet and he is handed the belt by Phillip. RAF turns around, looking to hand the belt to Senator but instead bumps into Wyvern. Wyvern looks down at the referee, and more importantly, the championship belt he is holding and simply stares at it - gazing into its gold frame.
Wyvern turns his head, looking behind him at The Senator - who returns the glare back at the No.1 Contender. Wyvern walks over to The Senator, with belt in hand, and delivers it to the champion. He thanks his Senatorial Stablemate and begins to exit the ring, and Wyvern pauses for a few seconds - continuing to stare at Senator before exiting the ring himself. As this is going on, BK rolls in the ring to meet his tag team partner rising up from the mat after that nasty finish.
Jake gets up to his feet and BK London grabs him by his arm before aggressively spinning him around towards him. A very angry BK screams at Jake, most likely for his failure to react quickly to what he told him towards the end of the match.
Jake has had enough of BK's screaming and starts shouting back himself, adding more to the tension already mounting in the ring. The pair get in each other's faces, nose to nose, like two rhino's headbutting each other. The crowd anticipates a brawl between the two before the night is over, but instead BK London storms out the ring and up the ramp to the dismay of the blood thirsty crowd. Jake watches BK leave without turning back even once, and an entire array of emotions flow through him all at once. He kicks the mat in frustation as once again, in one night the Top Draw situation has turned back upside down. Will these two ever be on the same page again? Or will they self destruct right before our eyes….?
It's a question the fans long to know the answer to, but they have a little longer to wait. And there may be other secrets and surprises yet to come before the spectacle of Fallen Heroes...
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by hunter on Apr 19, 2007 16:36:07 GMT -5
Awesome show, as per usual. Sennie/Wyvern FTW.
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Post by chengling on Apr 19, 2007 19:05:52 GMT -5
This seemed like a much shorter show than usual.
I continue to enjoy the Stark/Shawn segments. It really seems as though Starkweather and Umeko have an excellent chemistry.
Zero has to be the star of this show. I've been waiting for that one true breakout moment, and if tonight isn't it, that'll never happen. He committed to a character and his actions seriously generated some waves.
I'm looking forward to seeing how the Scott/Executioner team will work. I've always liked the teams with the menacing, non-speaking monster type and his vociferous, charismatic spokesman.
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Post by BK London on Apr 19, 2007 19:09:41 GMT -5
Just finished the show, loving each and every minute of it - all 15 minutes.
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