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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 15:56:13 GMT -5
Segment: An Answer (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The fans of New Zealand are sitting in their seats. Waiting for the next moment of exciting ACW action, when "Animal" by Mudmen plays over the arena. Out walks Ricky Mournings (Name change) with Leon Chase. Both are wearing jeans and T-shirts, but Ricky is wearing a jacket also. Ricky looks to be in a very angry mood as he walks slowly down to the ring, to allow Leon, who is still on crutches, to keep up with him. The fans try to get a high-five, but Ricky doesn't seem to care, as he is there for one thing and one thing only, to get an answer. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone.
Ricky: Listen, fans. I realize that you guys want to see some great ACW matches right now, but I need to get something off of my chest. At Fallen Heroes, I competed in the 30 man over the top rope battle royal. Where the winner had a guaren-damn-teed spot at Omega Effect. I entered number 26, a pretty good spot to enter at. Then, some asshole that came out of pretty NOWHERE, jumps me and blows my shot for a title match at Omega Effect in the water. So, I want to know who the hell you are and why you did this, so come down to this ring right now and answer me.
Ricky waits and stares down the ramp. He yells "Come on!" a few times before the same masked man jumps him from behind again. This time he has a steel chair in hand and nails Ricky in the back with it. Leon falls down and gets out of the ring, because he doesn't want to get injured any more then he is. The man turns over Ricky, who is busted open, and starts punching him in the face before grabbing a microphone.
Man: You want to know who I am? Well, my name is Skynyrd, and I love to end careers. I was hired by someone to take you out of ACW, before you career could even get off the ground. And I plan to finish that RIGHT NOW!
Skynyrd drops the microphone and picks Ricky up. Ricky is barely standing and gets him with a hard chair shot. The crowd boos as he hits Ricky three more times while he is on the ground. He then picks him up AGAIN and Irish Whips him into the ropes, then on the rebound, grabs Ricky, spins him and nails a Scrape buster slam onto the chair. Now security and referees are coming down to the ring to clear the mess. Eventually Skynyrd backs off and his handcuffed by security and taken away. Ricky, now a crimson mess, is being taken care of by referees and medical help that has come down. Leon also gets back into the ring and checks on him as well. The medical team then straps Ricky onto a stretcher and wheel him up the ramp.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 15:58:24 GMT -5
Segment: Everyone Appreciates BK (Credit: Jake Cheng)
As the segment fades in, Jake stands across from Kevin the interviewer, today, willingly giving an interview. Jake smiles and Kevin prepares the first question.
Kevin: Now Jake, after a stellar performance at Fallen Heroes, what do you think about BK London’s win in the battle royale?
Jake: Thanks, well I know I tried my har.....wait, what?
Jake is shocked and Kevin looks like nothing is wrong.
Kevin: What do you mean? What do you think about BK’s win?
Jake: I think it’s great and I’m proud for him. But don’t...
Kevin: Do you think he’ll be able to beat Wyvern at Omega Effect?
Jake: Umm, of course. Any other questions on BK or can...
Kevin: Now, have you seen your Godchild yet?
Jake stomps on the ground and Kevin flinches.
Jake: Kevin, I asked for this interview. Why don’t you ask me about my second place finish in the royal or the main event tonight where I become the first four time Light Heavyweight Championship?
Kevin opens his mouth, but then an alarm goes off and Kevin looks down at his watch. He mouths something to Jake and runs off. Jake is pissed off and it becomes obvious when he knocks over random backstage items. Is the appriciation for BK a bit too much? Jake is one step closer to the end. Is he about to break?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 15:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Hey Senator – Suck on This!” Credit: T-Kiss [We begin our coolest promo of the night with TK’s agent, William Wilcox standing in the ring with a microphone.] William Charles Wilcox: AUSTRAAAAAAAAAALIAAAAAAAAAA! Crowd: ………………… ?!?! Maxwell McNally: Oh dear God. William Charles Wilcox: PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR …… THUNDERKISS! [TK’s theme hits the sound system and the fans look right and left but don’t see the big man. Finally, someone spots them as they turn their heads upward and see a giant helicopter flying into view.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Thunderkiss is arriving to Meltdown in a HELICOPTER! Don’t you think that’s a little – Maxwell McNally: DANGEROUS?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: EXACTLY! [Perhaps it is, but it looks COOL AS FUCK! Thunderkiss drops a rope into the ring and then begins his decent downward! Within a few seconds he slides down, unties his harness and drops it to the mat, allowing him to free his arms and hold his ACW Entertainment title into the air! The New Zealand crowd quickly forgets W.C.W’s botch and cheers for the ULTIMATE MALE! The helicopter flies off into the sunset, TK gets the most out of his pops, and when they die down, he grabs the stick and WORKS IT LIKE NO ONE ELSE CAN!] Thunderkiss: Well, Saturday was a pretty good day for me. I didn’t win the “big” one, but I told everyone else they better have their health insurance paid up … and I was RIGHT! I caused four heroes to fall, including YOU Brimstone! Like I told you all along Mr. Emo, I’m a CHAMP and you’re a CHUMP! But being the nice guy as I am, I decided to help you on your quest to find yourself. After throwing your ass over the top rope at Fallen Heroes, I have determined that your name is Mr. Sucky McSuck from the land of Jobberville! Return home soon! [The crowd laughs a bit and applauds a bit at the end. New Zealand is FULL of KISS ARMY members tonight!] Thunderkiss: But one of the better parts of Fallen Heroes was sitting back, watching my old favorite politician botch it – HARDCORE! Now before I just rip on him all night and make fun of him, I decided to go the more “responsible” route, and actually let him tell his side of the story. SO REPRESENTIVE FROM ILLINOIS – COME ON DOWN! YOU’RE THE NEXT CONTESTANT ON THE THUNDERKISS IS RIGHT! [All eyes bat towards the entranceway in anticipation of Senator Steve Phillips, but what they get is much, MUCH worse!] Maxwell McNally: You don’t think…? “Fast” Eddie Edison: Of course not! [Max and Eddie are right, as out from the back comes a man dressed up exactly like Senator Steve Phillips! He has two clowns spilling buckets full of ticker tape on him as he walks to the ring sporting the “victory” finger point. He climbs up to the ring and steps between the ropes and is immediately confronted by the Kiss!] Thunderkiss: Why hello there Congressman Sam Peters. Welcome to my show, Thursday Meltdown. Now Congressman … can you just tell us – WHAT HAPPENED?! The Congressman: Well you see, Well you see … YEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Well you see I just didn’t have it in me last Saturday TK, you strange feller you … YEEEEEEEEAHAHAHAAAA! Thunderkiss: That’s putting it mildly. You looked like a whore beat within the inch of her life after giving an improper blow job. The Congressman: Did someone say whore? I’m not on any D.C. madams list, I’ll tell you what! Thunderkiss: Yeah, well, you’re for sure on the list of suck ass, overrated wrestlers. The Congressman: Well you see, well you see … don’t get me mad you damn varmint! I’m from ILL-A-NOISE. And us ILL-A-NOISIANS don’t take kindly to city folk like you! Thunderkiss: Don’t go ripping us city folk. At least we have bathrooms with running water. The Congressman: Well you see! Well you see! We ILL-A-NOISIANS don’t need running water, we think all think green like AL GORE! We just use our hands instead of toilet paper. More eco friendly – well how about that now city slicker!?! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAHHHHHHHH!Thunderkiss: I think all we need is Hillbilly Jim and Uncle Elmer and we can restart the Hillbillies.The Congressman: Well that’s IT! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHAHH![The Congressman lets out his best Howard Dean impression and charges TK! TK steps back and the comes forth with the GOODNIGHT KISS, blasting The Congressman off his feet and onto his back! He rolls over on his stomach holding his head in pain while the crowd erupts in approval!] Thunderkiss: Remember that folks, ONE GOODNIGHT KISS is the perfect remedy for ANY politician! Maxwell McNally: Somewhere you KNOW Phillips has to be FUMING! Thunderkiss: Now Last week I got offered a huge amount of money to start up a radio program for XM Satellite Radio. Tonight, I am ecstatic to let the world know – I accepted. In one week, Radio Thunderkiss will be broadcast down from the Heavens onto the Earth and no man, woman or child shall be able to escape it. [The camera pans to W.C.W outside the ring, raising a “Radio Thunderkiss” T-Shirt in front of the camera for free publicity!] Thunderkiss: Now just because this show is usually like watching paint dry, and I love YOU people of New Zealand, I decided to spend the next 5 minutes of this scheduled promo celebrating my new radio deal by shaking my ass off with the one and only … ANDREW W.K.! “Fast” Eddie Edison: What the hell…..? [Suddenly, two cages containing dancing girls drop from the makeshift lighting frame hanging over the ring. Out from the entrance comes Andrew W.K., singing at the top of his lungs his most famous of songs “Party Party Party”!] Andrew W.K.: PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! I WANT TO HAVE A PARTY! I NEED TO HAVE A PARTY! YOU BETTER HAVE A PARTY!*TK dances* Andrew W.K.: PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! YOU GOT TO PARTY HARDY! I’M GOING TO HAVE A PARTY! Thunderkiss: Come on down girls! Show The Congressman how we have a good time!![The dancing cages lower all the way to the ring where their doors open. Out steps two girls wearing nothing but G-Strings and pasties who soon make their way above the fallen Congressman and begin to grin their vagoos in his face!] Thunderkiss: SHOW THEM HOW THE STABLE GETS DOWN GIRLZ! Andrew W.K.: PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! THE PARTY IS GONNA STARTY! I KNOW WHAT KIND OF PARTY!Thunderkiss: COME ON NEW ZEALAND … SHOW ME YOUR TITS! SHOW ME YOUR TITS!Maxwell McNally: Good time to cut to a commercial? “Fast” Eddie Edison: INDEED! [Meltdown goes to commercial as TK and WK continue to rock the house …]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:00:26 GMT -5
Segment: On Chaos and the Dark (Credit: Hunter)
"And we are now men...advancing on chaos and the dark." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Excitement generally takes precedence over danger, I think. So if I am presented with a situation that could have incredibly dangerous outcomes (like my death, for example), chances are I'll go for it anyway, just because it's exciting. I'm like a horny school girl who bangs the guy in the middle of school just for the sheer thrill of ALMOST getting caught. Now, before you complain, I'll apologize in advance for all of my sexual metaphors: I'm sorry. Now that that's taken care of, shall we continue? Because naturally you know I've gotten myself into some sort of dangerous situation, as otherwise I wouldn't have a hook for this tale such as the one printed above. So, if I have your attention, I may be able to begin...not that I haven't already, because...oh damn it, you've got me rambling. You really should just stop me ahead of time.
Tom and I had just gotten back from Los Angeles, and at this exact moment we are slowly ascending the staircase in that old bar leading up to the room where myself, Tom, and Frankie Damage originally made up our obscenely evil plan to kill Petey the Arm. What I find odd is how the entire bar is virtually empty, sans us. Given Tom's silence, I can tell that he, too, is nervous about this. We have completely opposite reactions to the non-ordinary, but I'll humor him and remain quiet as well. When we get to the actual door, we stand before it, both of us doing our best to remember which pocket is currently holding our pistols. Once satisfied, I grab the doorknob, slowly turn it, and open it. The first thing that I see is a large newspaper, which is virtually thrust into my face by Frankie Damage, always the exhibitionist.
Frankie: Killing James Foster?
I pause slightly, and then back up slightly so as I can briefly absorb the entire room before me. My eyes then focus back on Frankie's somewhat angry face.
What?
Frankie: That was your reason for going to L.A.?
...what, we don't get a "welcome back?"
Frankie: Do you know how much attention you've brought to yourself now?
Yes.
Pause.
None.
Frankie scoffs, and then I notice the headline of the newspaper he has in his hands.
"Police Still Seeking Mob Boss' Killer." Now tell me, exactly, how that's bringing attention to myself.
Frankie: They'll know you had a connection with him.
How would you know if I had a connection with him?
Frankie: Well it's pretty fucking obvious if you go to L.A., and then a week later James Foster winds up dead, and then suddenly you're back. I know you're from L.A., Mikey, I just didn't know what you did to end up here.
I assure you, you have nothing to worry about.
Frankie: And why is that?
I chuckle slightly.
I'm dead. Mikey Lewis isn't my real name, and I'm technically pronounced dead under my real one. So relax...we're safe.
He's just about to retort when my eyes move over to the left and I see a young man standing solemnly in the corner. Frankie notices me looking at him, and even though he's already prepared to answer my question, I ask it anyway.
Who's that?
Frankie: Rob.
I raise an eyebrow.
That simple? Why the hell is here?
Frankie: Well, you remember how you told me that, after you leave, I'm to gather up the entire group and make your...command, shall we say, official?
Yeah...
Frankie: And you remember how you told me to say, "if you don't want to be here, you can leave?"
Yeah...
Frankie: He's the only one who stayed.
Silence. Complete and total silence for what seems like ages. Eventually this is broken up by the lone sound of Tom laughing hysterically behind me. He walks into the room, grabs the newspaper from Frankie's stiff hand, and plops down onto the couch, still laughing. The only other three people in the room remain on their feet, yet all of us are startled.
But...I...inspired them.
Tom: To leave, apparently.
Fuck you!
Tom continues to laugh as I sigh and walk off to one of the chairs, and sit down quickly. I rub my face with my hands as Tom reads the article, and the other two stand perfectly still, unsure of what to say.
Tom: Ah man, I hope that when I die, I don't get this kind of bullshit press treatment. A simple obituary will suit me fine.
Well that's all fine and dandy, but---
Frankie: Hang on, what's your real name, then?
All of our minds are literally in different places...except for Rob's, as his blank expression seems to imply that it has stayed in the exact same place this entire time.
Nicholas. Enjoy it, and now you won't have to call me "Mikey" anymore.
Frankie: What's your last name?
That's---
Rob: Nicholas?
There's a pause as all of us look up at the new kid. He's slightly taken aback by this sudden interest in him, but he clears his throat and continues anyway.
Rob: I...I have a package for you.
From the corner of my eye I can see Tom put his hand in the pocket where his gun is. We don't respond too well to the word "package."
Oh?
Rob: Some old guy came up to me a few days ago on the street, gave me a big yellow envelope, and told me to not open it myself. It just says "To Nicholas" on it.
Tom and I look at each other, and he nods.
Show me.
He grabs a bag on the other side of the room and opens it up, and then begins to look through it. Eventually, however, he pulls out a large yellow envelope with the words "To Nicholas" written on it, just as he described. All of us approach the table that he puts it on, and Tom and I look at it with a small amount of interest.
Tom: Well, it's not heavy enough for a bomb.
And obviously the kid couldn't have known my real name.
Tom: But there could still be...like...anthrax, or something.
Pause. We both look at Frankie, smile, and throw it to him.
Open it.
Frankie: Fuck---
Tom: Do it.
He wants to retort, but our stern looks seem to change his mind on that. He grabs the edge of the envelope and rips it open, and then pours its contents onto the table. Tom and I step back just in case it is anthrax, but when we see two sheets of paper, we step closer again.
Frankie: "June 5 - 10:00 PM - Sharp. Come alone."
That's what the first one said, which landed face up. Tom grabs the other one and looks at it with an odd expression.
Tom: It's directions.
To what?
Tom: I'm not sure. But it starts from this building.
Pause.
Oh that's fucked up.
Rob: Are you gonna go?
Tom: I know you're the new kid and all that, but that's not an excuse to be a complete fucking MORON. Of COURSE he's not---
Don't yell at him, you don't know if I'll say no or not.
He looks at me with a raised eyebrow, and I look down at the two pieces of paper silently.
Frankie: So?
Well, I did say that excitement takes precedence over danger...and a lack of logic, for that matter. I smirk slightly, and breathe out slowly.
Looks like I've got myself a secret meeting to attend.
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"I hope that when I die, I don't get this kind of bullshit press treatment." These words trigger something inside of him, and he charges at the right side of his locker room, and begins to throw various things out of his suitcase. He throws on the lights for the first time in a long time, and then begins to look through a small folder of newspaper clippings. He finds one that reads "Mystery Man's Killer Still at Large" and skims it briefly. He then grabs the telephone, picks it up, and is just about to dial a number when he notices the time out of the corner of his eye.
Brimstone: ...shit.
He throws the phone back down, and then closes up the folder and puts it under the couch he was sitting on. He throws his cloak on as per usual, and then grabs the doorknob and throws the door open. It is difficult to wrestle a match with so much on one's mind...but it's not impossible. He has done it before, and with great results as well. All that he can hope for now is that same luck. He needs a victory. Any kind at all.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:00:55 GMT -5
Segment: One Hero Down, The Rest To Follow (Credit: Scott/AK)
Fresh off of Fallen Heroes the fans are ready for more post-PPV action, and as Meltdown returns from a commercial break we cut to the arena. We get a large shot of the Alpha-Tron as “Destroy Everything” by Hatebreed begins to blast over the arena speakers, and the fans instantly begin to boo their hearts out.
Scott Andrews makes his way onto the entrance ramp with Butch following behind him; Scott looking cocky and pleased with himself while Butch sports an intense and focused glare as he looks around the arena.
The music and booing continues as the pair make their way to the ring. Scott stops by the apron and plays to the fans, laughing at a kid with a “Latino” sign and then heading up the steps into the ring. Butch climbs onto the apron and steps over the ropes into the ring. He removes his black towel from his head and raises both arms as Scott takes a bow. The music dies down only to amplify the fans cry of displeasure. Scott reaches for a microphone and is given one by Philip.
Scott: At Fallen Heroes, yours truly ended the career of a true ACW Legend!
The jeers intensify and loud fans begin cursing and swearing at Scott.
Scott: And in doing that I further implemented my reputation as a rising star in ACW, only trapped by the metaphorical glass ceiling that stops guys like me getting to the very top! But I, Scott FREAKIN’ Andrews is going to break that glass ceiling someday folks, I guarantee it! And sending Latino to the unemployment line is just another step towards that goal!
The fans are getting very distraught. How could a man be proud of ending someone’s career, let alone the circumstances that it happened under?
Scott: Latino was one of many casualties that I personally have in mind to decimate in order to prove that I am the future! Not only will I beat those who are considered the top stars, but I will also attempt to end their worthless careers as well!
BOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...!
Scott: I will personally see that - - -
Scott is rudely interrupted by the tune of “I’m a Bomb” as the crowd get to their feet and begin to cheer at the top of their lungs. Alicia Kitsune walks onto the ramp, microphone in hand, and paces back and forth as the crowd continue to cheer.
After milking the crowd for a little longer, Alicia begins to speak.
AK: Ok, ok, settle down guys. Firstly, because I’m dying to know… how many people here were in “Lord of the Rings”?
There’s a laugh and a few hands go up. Alicia becomes wide-eyed.
Alicia: Really? I thought that was just an urban myth, New Zealand is clearly even more awesome than I thought. It’s a real shame that Victor isn’t here to see this…
The booing threatens to start up again, but Alicia holds her hand up.
Alicia: Whoa, hold your horses, people. I have to say, I think you’re all over-reacting to this whole situation.
That sure as heck wasn’t what anyone was expecting to hear, least of all Scott Andrews. His smirk fades a little as Alicia gets into her stride verbally.
Alicia: Let’s get one thing quite clear about this whole episode, here and now. The match between Latino and Scott was not requested by either man, and neither of them had a choice about competing in it. Given what was at stake, I am not surprised in the least about the way in which the man before us all now chose to face the situation he was confronted with.
The crowd murmurs, still not sure how to take this. Alicia pauses for a moment, then stares straight down the entranceway at Scott, who doesn’t flinch.
Alicia: That doesn’t do anything to alter the fact that, far from proving your credibility, Scott, you simply demonstrated that you’re a carbon copy of an increasing number of this company’s roster. You did what you had to do and held on by your fingernails, nothing more, nothing special, and absolutely nothing worthy of the respect that you claim you deserve! But…that is not why I’m angry when I look at you there in that ring.
The crowd, which has been getting ready for a good bout of jeering at Scott, is cut off. Scott folds his arms as if he’s unimpressed, but the observant can tell that he’s still listening to everything which Alicia is saying. Alicia’s tone starts to become louder, and harsher.
Alicia: What makes me boil inside, Scott Andrews, is that having damn near worn yourself out fighting to maintain your seemingly limitless ego, you then threw yourself into ACW’s most grueling contest and put on an incredible performance! There were flashes of unmitigated brilliance in you during that match, the kind of stuff that marks out the champions from the also-rans. How can you stand there and be content when you know, you know, that had you not engaged in your pointless war against Latino, you could and maybe even should have won that Rumble match? THINK about it, Scott! Main - eventing Omega Effect! Holding that belt above you! Do you really, truly want to ascend to those heights… or will you continue to hide behind the false claims that someone other than you is holding you back?
The camera zooms in on to Scott; he’s visibly shaking with a rising anger of his own. Alicia calms down; she hopes that the anger is a sign that at least some of her words have wormed their way into Scott’s brain, rather than it just being an expression of his general irritation and arrogance.
Alicia: Scott… If you can’t face up to your own mistakes, and do it quickly, you will not only have robbed my husband of the career he loved… you will squander your own as well. I simply refuse to let that happen… if I have any say in the matter, the next time we meet in that ring, I’ll force you to find your true strength… the strength you were too cowardly to find when you treated the man I love so despicably, and which then failed you just when it could have carried you all the way to the top.
Scott leans over the ropes with the microphone.
Scott: Oh, yeah? Well let me tell you something, honey, if I ever get another chance to whip your ass in the ring, I’m gonna make sure I end your career as well!
More booing erupts at the mention of a possible AK departure. AK, however, scratches her forehead, as if digging mentally for some piece of information.
AK: Obviously originality still eludes you, Mr. Andrews. I’ve heard that kind of threat many times, now who was the last? Oh yes, another brash fellow, I think you might just remember him… he went by the name of LaRocha. Lex, I believe… though he preferred to be called NBK. Does that ring any bells with you?
Scott’s expression is now pitch black. There’s a rising sound from the crowd; they remember all too well Scott’s former tag team partner and his contractual demise… at Alicia’s own hands.
Alicia simply gives Scott a pointed look before turning and walking out. Scott smirks and takes no notice of AK’s warning, but maybe he should. She is not one to take lightly...
FADE OUT.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:02:26 GMT -5
Match 4: Rattlesnake vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Jason Freeman)
Both Rattlesnake and Thunderkiss obviously want a win in this match, and it shows right away. The crowd is already into this one before it even starts. This will be a battle of power, and Rattlesnake tries to make the first move. He charges forward and hits rapid punches, trying to get an early advantage, but Thunderkiss doesn’t seem very hurt. TK returns Rattlesnake’s punches with his own, and neither man seems to be getting a clear advantage. TK eventually catches one of Rattlesnake’s fist, and capitalizes by hitting a clothesline, which manages to get Rattlesnake off of his feet. Rattlesnake tries to get back up quickly, before TK can really capitalize, but TK instantly takes advantage of his fallen opponent with stomps. Snake manages to fight up to his feet, and backs into the corner for a second, so as to get away from TK’s range. TK looks at Snake, and flexes his muscles, to try to show him who’s stronger. But Snake takes advantage of this, and charges forward with a clothesline. TK doesn’t fall right away, but Snake follows it up with a huge boot, and TK hits the ground. Snake goes for the pin, and only gets a one count.
For about five minutes, TK and Snake brawl for dominance, neither one doing many wrestling moves, and both striking. They knock each other down many times, and eventually, they both end up on their feet again. TK goes for a punch, but Snake is able to duck under it, and hit a punch. TK falls back a bit and hits the ropes, and as he comes back forward, Snake attempts to lift him up for the snakebite! But TK isn’t nearly weak enough, and he manages to stay on his feet. He clubs Snake in the back, and then hits a sideslam. He goes for the pin, and Snake kicks out. TK then goes slowly onto the second rope and awaits Snake to get up. Snake does, and TK jumps off, and manages to hit an axehandle smash. He goes for the pin and only gets two.
TK manages to get a bit of dominance for a few minutes, hitting some power moves here and there, and keeps Snake down. This goes on for another five minutes or so. TK then waits for Snake to get up, and begins to taunt, and the fans know that he’s going to go for his five moves of doom! Snake gets up, and he apparently senses it also, because as soon as TK, begins to go for the Box Office Smash, Snake ducks. TK turns around, and Snake begins to hit him with his jab combo! He hits four lefts, and then nails a clothesline! TK hits the ground, and instantly tries to get up, and Snake gets behind him. TK backs up, not knowing where he is, and Snake hits a german suplex, and then gets back up and hits another one, going into a pin! 1….2…and TK kicks out.
The finish comes, after TK has been roughed up a bit. Snake manages to stay on top of things for a while, but TK does make some signs as a comeback. Snake decides he has to end it soon. He irish whips TK into the corner, and TK hits hard. Snake runs forward for a yakuza kick, but TK ducks and Snake keeps going into the turnbuckle. He gets hurt, and backs up, and TK sizes him up. TK goes for a clothesline, but Snake grabs his arm and lifts him up for the Snakebite! He begins to spin him around, but TK gets off his shoulders, after hitting him with a punch while on his shoulders. Snake drops him, and then TK lifts him up! The crowd gives a mixed reaction as TK hits the heaven’s door! TK pins….1….2…..3!
Phillip: Here is your winner…Thunderkiss!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:03:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Desolation Chronicles (Credit: VorteX)
What you are about to read are the chronicles of a man named Dimitrius, born to a family in the small town of Desolation (or Annihilation as the preacher would have it). Located in the Midwest down that stretch of dirt path one would rather avoid, and a little past the threshold that separates the insane from the sane lies Desolation.
Tourists don't visit it much, and for a very good reason. The residents of Desolation are here to stay, as the motto goes. Once you enter, you never leave, or at least leave alive anyway. The town is quiet and so are the residents, unless some fresh blood comes near...which is when things get real interesting.
Dimitrius was born unto the Osbourne family, to an actual loving mother and father amidst complete vermin. The only real quirk in the family is grandma Agnis, who can really be described best as a bible beating old wench. For a while, things seemed peaceful around the Osbourne residence...that is until the abductions.
Chapter 1 – The Beginning
The day of the abductions will forever be known to me as the day things turned completely upside down, the day life as a normal boy ended. The memories of this day remain vague, as something as traumatic as what is about to be told doesn’t stay in the mind of an eight year old very long…well at least most of it anyway.
The day was a quiet one, remembered to be a hot one too. Not the nice type of hot that makes you want to lay out in it and bask for a while, rather the sticky type of hot that makes a person real irritable. I was anything but irritable on this day, as it was a day of many chores and much allowance money; I had finally saved up enough money to buy a new bike. Not just any bike, a shiny new dirt bike…one I could rip up the terrain with, if only I had the chance. It was getting dark, and my dad really didn’t want to go off of our property after dark, besides the trek to actually find a bike store was a vast one, literally hours down dirt roads just to find some semblance of a real civilization.
Desolation is not a nice place after dark, especially on a night as dark as this one was. Dark being a light term to use here, brooding is more of a proper word on recollection. The same stiff air still hung around; minus the light that keeps everything together. No wind blew, and the only sounds that could be heard were a few stray cats attempting to find a meal…or maybe it was the cats being hunted, one never can tell around Desolation. I had went to lay up in bed, mom was downstairs cooking what smelled like an apple pie, and my dad went over to feed the neighbors dog Brutus, they had been gone for weeks. The neighbors didn’t tell us they were going anywhere of course, whenever they left we just fed Brutus and hoped they never came back. Grandma had also went on vacation, she was due back from her monthly Bible seminar soon…sure to bring some not so wonderful lectures home with her about sweets, hellfire, and damnation.
I was laying in my bed, covers thrown askew, fan blowing sticky muck around the room in a vain effort to find comfort. The thing must have been struggling horribly, as I remember a horrible clicking noise every rotation, a noise so annoying it can only be likened to a dentist’s drill. Hah, if only we had dentists around those parts…but that’s really beside the point. What really matters is what happened next.
I went to go open up the window to give the dying fan some sense of relief, as well as to keep from suffocating in that mess of air. Anyway, I got close to the window, close enough to put my hands on the plaster…then the lights went out. Lights are something absolutely essential in Desolation, perhaps even more essential than air. Without light, anything could…and eventually would happen. The air became still, and very heavy, the blackness was so thick you’d need a machete to begin to cut through it. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, before the sound of glass breaking rung throughout our house. This sound sent a wave of panic up through my brain, literally freezing me to the ground as if I were buried under a rockslide. A scuffle could be heard downstairs, my mother’s panicked screams and my father’s defiance of the inevitable. A crack like thunder, and wailing…I knew I had to get somewhere, and fast. Where does one go when an uncountable number of assailants break in and start terrorizing the family? The first logical reaction is, go somewhere that isn’t in the open. Of course, that’s the only reaction for an eight year old boy scared witless…too bad I couldn’t move. Still frozen in fear, I stood there like a deer in the headlights, the house became very quiet.
Thankfully our stairs were wooden, the creak and pop of the worn steps were a sure sign someone was coming. I finally found the wits to move again, tripping over some blunt object that happened to be lying in my way, seemingly mocking my efforts to secure a safe haven. I tripped, fell and rolled, the wind temporarily knocked out of me. It was then the door creaked. I froze, as someone, something entered the room. The silence was immense, so immense that I heard breathing…shallow, in, out, in…and then the smashing of glass. The remains of what had been my bedside lamp had just come raining down upon me like tiny shards of death. Of course the madman at my bedside wasn’t done, and began to smash wildly in the darkness…then started shouting, in a voice that sounded to be anything but human. As I recall the words went something along the lines of: “You ain’t got no family no more, I know yer in here!” Whether I still have family is unknown to me, I’ve never seen or heard from them since that fateful day. What I do remember very clearly is that my bed was flipped over onto me, like a giant boulder. I could hardly breathe at this point, and to make matters worse the unknown madman started beating the living hell out of the topside of the bed, screaming in what sounded now to be a mix between Latin and gibberish, leaning heavily toward the gibberish side. It seemed uncanny to me that this thing could see in the dark…that was until it fell over. Well at least I think it fell over, I only remember a very loud thump, some swearing, and a faint smell of salt, which quickly became stronger. It seems as if the madman had cut himself on something in the process of trying to kill me, regardless it picked itself up off of the floor and lumbered out the door.
I must have laid there for hours, stifled under bedding, wood, metal and glass…with a spattering of blood for good measure. The night proved to be a very long one, besides being paralyzed and traumatized, I didn’t dare think to move…for all I knew every bone in my body could be broken. And even if it wasn’t, crawling out from under all of the wreckage was going to be a feat. These worries subsided however, as I soon lost consciousness…drifting into a deep, black, dreamless sleep.
To be continued…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:03:42 GMT -5
Segment: “In Confidence” (Credit: Kudo) The Alphatron monitor set up in the beautiful New Zealand outdoor setting begins to flicker and play a piece of untelevised footage from last week back in Tokyo, Japan. Last Week
Fallen Heroes: Tokyo, Japan --- Kudo Yasuda, ACW’s Light Heavyweight champion, is shown seated on a large box of equipment in a more or less quiet hallway, just one path leading up to the arena floor where 30 men are about to collide. Several chants of “KU-DO” begin and can be heard from the hometown crowd outside, as Kudo stretches for the upcoming rumble. The camera focuses in as Kudo brings himself down and grabs the tip of his foot, when suddenly a woman’s leg in high heels steps in front of him. Kudo slowly inches back up and the camera follows as Umeko Saito is revealed standing next to him. Some scattered cheers echo through as two Japanese representatives of ACW’s roster appear on the Alphatron screen. Umeko listens to the crowd and steps closer to Kudo who sits back down and stares at her, all while chewing a piece of gum rather intensely. Umeko(semi-whispering by Kudo’s ear): My how I love being back home in Japan. At times I am painfully homesick in ACW, but then there are times like this tour that satisfy my desire to set foot in my native Japan – in our, native Japan. Kudo, I’m sure you quite remember the last time you were here on an ACW tour. Oh that’s right you probably wouldn’t, because you never actually made an appearance the last time we were in Japan, am I right? Kudo’s eyes wander off as it’s clear he’s remembering his absence at the event.Umeko: Oh but I’m sure the fans will still be on your side even though you let them all down at the last tour. Just listen to them now – Umeko lifts her head up, and a faint hint of boos can be heard from the arena. It is hard to tell whether it is targeted towards Umeko or Kudo. Nevertheless, Kudo tries to turn away and ignore everything around him, especially Umeko Saito.Umeko(who’s voice gets more serious and conniving): You hear that don’t you? You realize that no one, not even yourself, believes in your ability right now. You haven’t won a match in weeks; the championship belt you wish to elevate to the highest status is withering away with you and even when you get an unearned rematch to prove yourself against Starkweather this past Warfare, you continue to end up as nothing but a huge disappointment. The boos get louder and Kudo’s brows can’t help but droop as he begins to take the atmosphere of hate personally targeted towards himself. Umeko then irritatingly tugs on the ARMADA flag draped over Kudo’s shoulders. Umeko: You wear this flag trying to represent something as big as the junior heavyweight division, but who would ever think to follow you as their leader? You haven’t shown anyone that you can handle such a responsibility and you now think that you’re still their fearless leader? You’re crazy! You look like a silly boy trying to be superman with that flag and you’ve been complaining about deserving to be in the main event? Ha! The main event is for those who have the skill and awareness to know that they belong there, not little boys who can’t be sure they’re even in the right place. Kudo breathes in deeply, either getting very angry or seriously believing in his own misfortune. Whichever the case, Umeko knows she has psychologically struck a nerve within him. Her voice begins to soften as she whispers slowly into Kudo’s ear in English:Umeko: Good luck, Mr. Yasuda… Umeko lets out a grin before slowly heading down the hallway, her footsteps ringing about until she finally makes it out of view. The camera zooms in at Kudo, but for a man who was silent and motionless throughout that whole ordeal, he quickly spits out his gum on the floor and pushes the camera off as he hastily walks the opposite end of the hall.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:04:18 GMT -5
Match 5: Brimstone vs. Scott Andrews
Will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:04:48 GMT -5
Segment: "Tough Decision" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The thought of Cobra's promise seemed almost too good to be true. Perhaps it was. He was never one to be completely truthful. If he was, it would only be to his advantage and even then he wouldn't reveal anything that would be considered helpful.
So what exactly is his motivation for this? He saw what happened. He knows that he has very little to gain from this action if he keeps his word. So why? Why does he make an offer like this? Why does he make a promise that would be so easy to break?
Maybe it's the sheer thought that for once he's being completely honest. Maybe what he saw take place wasn't very favorable to him. Maybe he's finally decided to finally let Rattlesnake live his life without any threatening intervention.
Then again, maybe this is just another ruse in the many he's pulled in the last few years.
Rattlesnake: I can't help but think that maybe I should agree to that. It does seem to be something I should consider.
Considering it is one logical thing to do. It seems as if Rattlesnake will get what he wants whether or not Cobra makes good on his promise. If Cobra succeeds, no more fighting for control with him, which is a big plus since it's become something everyone seems to expect.
But if Cobra doesn't succeed, he goes away just like Rattlesnake wants. Either way, Rattlesnake will get something he wants out of this. It just depends on how things turn out.
Rattlesnake: On the other hand, he is sneaky. The guy is completely underhanded. He could change things at the last minute and then what would I do? I'd be screwed for sure. He is a liar and this could be one of those times.
Uncertainty seems to be the one key factor that needs to be resolved. If there was a way to find out if this is legit or not, maybe then he could come to a decision. Maybe he needs a little reassurance that this deal with Cobra is on the up and up.
But how to go about that? You don't just go and ask if it's legit or not. You need a test to see if they can stay true to their word. But what could be used?
Rattlesnake: I don't know about this. I need to talk to him.
As if suddenly beckoned, Cobra's presence appears.
Cobra: Have you made a decision?
Rattlesnake: Not exactly.
Cobra: And why is that? This won't last long if you try to take your time.
Rattlesnake: It's not that.
Cobra: Oh? And just what pray tell is holding off your decision?
Rattlesnake: Well, I want to see some proof that you'll uphold your end no matter what happens.
Cobra: I see. You don't trust me. That's fine. I can see why you'd think that.
Rattlesnake: Yeah. That being said, I'm going to need to come up with something to pretty much test you.
Cobra: Test me? You want to test me?
Rattlesnake: I want to see what you'll do, that's all.
Cobra: You want to see what I'll do?
Rattlesnake: That'll determine if I can trust you. If you do the right thing, that is.
Cobra: And just what is it?
Rattlesnake: Oh I can't tell you that.
Cobra: I mean the task you have in mind. What is it?
Rattlesnake: Now that I'll need to decide on. Give me a few days and I'll have your answer.
Cobra: Ok. Let's do this.
Rattlesnake: You'll find out your task soon. For now, go think about what you'll need to do to earn my trust.
Cobra leaves without any other words. It's not obvious that he's uncertain about this little agreement, but he is. Unbeknownst to him though, Rattlesnake has a general idea of what he can test Cobra with. Cobra's actions will dictate what Rattlesnake will decide on. If he takes the right course of action, the deal is on. If not, the battle that seems to be long and drawn out already will restart.
Soon everyone will know just what Rattlesnake has on his mind. And for his sake, it better be something good.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:05:25 GMT -5
Segment: “Freefall” (Credit: Kudo)
Takashi Sorimachi’s “Poison” blares from the speakers and Kudo goes through the motions of his entrance, though visibly less enthusiastic than he normally is. Kudo rolls into the ring and grabs a mic.
This is the first trip to New Zealand for essentially every wrestler on the ACW roster, including Kudo Yasuda, but the beauty of the outdoor setting is not enough to lighten Kudo’s mood this night.
Kudo waits for the theme music to die down, and as usual he gets some cheers from worldwide fans that are just appreciative to see their favorite wrestlers live. There are however, those that enjoy booing the Light Heavyweight champion, but Kudo merely smirks in response before bringing the mic up to his mouth.
Kudo: You know, I’ve seen and been through a lot in my career here at Alpha Championship Wrestling, but nothing like these past few months.
A scattered mixed reaction ensues. Kudo: I’ve experienced the elevated heights of success from the start, and I’ve also witnessed the crushing depths of failure. I never thought that I’d experience it for myself though. Not so soon at least.
Kudo paces around the ring as cheers start up from the crowd, some of support, and some agreeing with Kudo’s vision of failure. Kudo removes the ACW Light Heavyweight belt from his waist and hoists it into the air.
Kudo: I stand here before you holding this Light Heavyweight title belt in my hand as the longest reigning champion this company has seen, but never have I felt so close to the realm of obscurity as I do now. These past few months have put me through the toughest match ups and I’ve come out empty in all of them. I’m defending my title tonight against Jake Cheng, the 3 time ACW Light Heavyweight champion and former record holder – a man who came runner up at the Fallen Heroes battle royale and has also convincingly defeated me just a few weeks ago. Now who’s the favorite coming in?
The ACW cameras pan around the crowd, revealing some fans with mocking posters of Kudo, all portraying the same thing: a picture of Kudo Yasuda as a king with the ARMADA flag down on his knees with big letters under it – “Dethroned” and an old picture of Jake Cheng raising the Light Heavyweight belt in triumph.
Kudo: But putting Jake aside, there’s one person out there that has repeatedly taken it upon himself to show me up recently, and that’s Starkweather. I don’t know what his agenda is, but he’s outmatched me at every corner and I’m getting sick of it! Everywhere I turn I’m somehow getting caught up in a mess with him. The man is a doctor and he’s bringing me nothing but pain and headaches and I’ve just about had enough of it!
The crowd eats up the self admittance of frustration by the rudo.
Kudo: First match, win; second match; win; Fallen Heroes, elimination. That man and the witch by his side have been the thorns in my ass for the past month and it’s sickening how they can keep getting away with it!
Kudo’s frustration makes for good theater as the crowd is all smiles and cheers as he vents his anger of the recent months.
Kudo: But I will not lay down for Starkweather, or anyone for that matter, and I especially refuse to give up my title belt here tonight in New Zealand without bringing someone else the pain and frustration that I’m feeling right now. Prepare yourself!!!
The crowd cheers in anticipation as Kudo sends a message to the fans, Starkweather, Jake Cheng and even himself, trying to pump himself up for the main event title defense that he might still have doubts of coming out of successfully.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:06:02 GMT -5
Segment: Sincerity (Credit: Freeman / Hunter)
The camera fades in and the fans begin to boo as it shows Jason Freeman, the International Champion. Freeman doesn’t seem to be in a particularly good mood, which is understandable, as he did not accomplish his goal at Fallen Heroes. It appears that it’s time for an ego boost, and so he searches the hallways. The fans have a pretty good idea about who he may be looking for, and sure enough his eyes brighten, and the camera zooms out to show him approaching a rather exhausted Brimstone. At the sight of Brimstone, Freeman mockingly sighs and shakes his head, and as Brimstone looks up and sees Freeman, he likewise sighs and shakes his head, but not in a mocking manner.
Brimstone: Look, Freeman, I'm rather tired from my match, so if you don't mind, I'd rather just skip the foreplay and say it right now: no. Go home.
Freeman: Hey, hey, hey, don’t take that tone, I’ve got something very important to say and it’s really serious.
Freeman sighs once again, and seems to be upset. Brimstone waits for Freeman to just say whatever he’s going to say, because he knows that there's not much he can do to prevent it.
Freeman: Now I’ll admit that I did not accomplish my goal and win the Fallen Heroes match. You were right. However, neither did you. And I feel responsible for that. Because it was me who ran into the ropes - completely by accident of course - and ended up costing you the match as TK threw you over.
Brimstone says nothing and does not bother to react as Freeman continues to mock sadness.
Brimstone: Like I said, I don't want to play any of your little games right now. Just fuck off and leave me be. I'm aware that you caused my elimination, technically speaking, but it's not something that really concerns me. So if that's the best you can do---
Freeman: No, listen, I really feel like I must apologize. I know how much it meant to you. I would never do this on purpose. If I couldn’t win, then you should have. So to show my apologies for causing you to lose this match, I’ve got you a little card. It is from the deepest depths of my heart, and I promise you that.
Freeman reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a card, and the camera zooms in on it. The front of the card reads “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Freeman: I know that it might not be exactly what the card meant, but it was the closest thing I could find.
Freeman opens it and hands it to Brimstone, and the camera shows what’s written inside. It reads:
Dear Brimstone:
I am honestly sorry that I did that to you. I know how much you wanted to beat TK. I know how much you wanted to go to Omega Effect. I mean, sure, I lost, but I have a title reign to fall back on. What have you got? You must be at a low point in your career. It seems that against everybody you go to war with, you end up victorious. And now you have been pretty much defeated. No title, no win, and what do you do now? Have I caused this sad state? Possibly so. I am very apologetic for my actions, and I want you to know that I hope we can still maintain a good relationship.
Love, Your Friend, Sincerely, Jason Freeman (The International Champion.)
Freeman can’t conceal a grin as Brimstone finishes the card, but then he quickly gets rid of that expression for one that shows sadness. He looks up at Brimstone with eyes just begging for forgiveness.
Freeman:: Now, can you please forgive me?
Freeman looks up into Brimstone’s eyes, looking for an angry reaction, which he has obviously been searching for in their last encounters. Once again, however, Brimstone doesn’t give in. Freeman is definitely taken aback now. He was sure that he had finally got on his nerves, but Brimstone looks at him calmly. Freeman can no longer keep up his charade, and so his face transitions into one of anger.
Freeman:: Okay, fine, I see. You’re in a nice calm mood. Cool, that’s great. But I’ll have you know that right now, I’m in a higher position in the company then you. I was in the final four of the battle royal. I tied for most eliminations. I am the International Champion. You have nothing. You ARE nothing.
Freeman looks up once again, and even this has not got much of a reaction out of Brimstone. Brimstone seems a bit annoyed, but not nearly to the level Freeman was hoping for. Freeman calms himself again.
Freeman:: Well, enjoy yourself, okay? I’m going now. I need to go out and address the crowd.
And Freeman turns away, but then turns around, and slaps Brimstone. It isn’t hard, and not enough to hurt. Just enough to show disrespect. Freeman once again looks up into Brimstone’s eyes, Freeman looking triumphant, but Brimstone’s reaction takes him by complete surprise. Brimstone, instead of getting angry, slowly begins to go into what looks like a grin, and Freeman’s eyes narrow, trying to read him. Brimstone suddenly begins to laugh, and just turns and walks away, without saying another word. Freeman looks at him, and the camera focuses on Freeman’s face. Freeman has a mixture of emotions there, but above all, he is perplexed. Of all reactions...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:06:37 GMT -5
Segment Name: Adressing the Crowd (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera zooms around the ACW arena, showing various fans, when all of a sudden “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers, and the fans boo, knowing who’s coming out. Jason Freeman, the International Champion steps through the curtains, and doesn’t even seem to notice the boos. He walks slowly down the ramp, and looks into the crowd, intense, before eventually making his way to the ring. He takes a microphone and enters through the ropes. The fans continue showing their dissaproval, but he cuts them off.
Freeman: Yeah, I get it. I didn’t win. I lost. I thought I would win, and I didn’t. I’m sure you guys are very happy about that, huh?
The fans cheer in response, and Freeman smirks
Freeman: Well that’s okay, because I’m still the International Champion, am I not? I made it to the final four, did I not? I tied for most eliminations. Four people were eliminated because of me. I did way better than anybody thought I would. Yet that is not enough…I should have gone further. I could have. But I did my best, and I’m satisfied with that.
The fans seem a bit surprised, as he seems to have gotten over his loss. He seems amused by their reaction, and he explains himself.
Freeman: Yeah, I’m okay with that. Sure, my fan club hasn’t even approached me since I lost. They think that I’m blaming them. I’ll see them again on Monday though. They’re wrong. I don’t blame them. I know that it wasn’t their fault. Even if their training didn’t give me the win, it’s not their fault. I blame myself.
The fans again seem surprised, as Freeman takes full responsibility for his loss. But Freeman obviously has more to say, and it obviously goes deeper than that. He waves his hand for the crowd to be quiet, and continues.
Freeman: Yes, I blame myself for the bad circumstances, but also the good. It is my fault that I believed that the stupid training from my fan club could actually help me in that match. It is also my fault that I was able to make an impact and tie for most eliminations. Fun fact: I also tied for second most eliminations ever. The most ever was 5. I had 4.
Freeman smirks and nods his head, obviously proud of his acchievemenst.
Freeman: It is my fault, I will admit, that Scott Andrews, my fellow Senatorial Stable member was eliminated…and I’m sorry for that. I got carried away. It however, is also my fault that AK, somebody who has defeated me recently, and who many people thought had a shot, was also eliminated. I ended her chance, just as Scott Andrews ended her husband’s career earlier in the night. So that means Senatorial Stable- 2, Latino and AK- 0.
Freeman is getting boos now, as the fans show him how they feel about all of this. Freeman mocks being insulted about being cut off, and he continues to speak over the boos.
Freeman: It is my fault that I have unfortunately most likely helped to inflate Thunderkiss’s ego even more, as I assisted him, unintentionally, of course, in eliminating Brimstone when I ran into the ropes. It is also my fault though, that Brimstone was put in his place, and realized hopefully that he isn’t nearly as great as he thought he was.
Freeman obviously took great delight in his achievement here, despite how he pretended to be sorry about it earlier. The fans are still booing him, as he continues trying to talk. He still pays them no notice, but instead of stopping, they continue louder.
Freeman: And it’s my fault that I have not yet defended this title that I hold. Many people may say that that makes me a bad champion. But boy, am I going to prove those people wrong…
Freeman grins at this, and this time instead of continuing over the boos, he waits for them to silence a little. He has something important to say. The fans realize this, and they quiet down, not because they like him any more, but just because they want to see what he is about to say.
Freeman: I realize that I should have defended this belt by now, so next Monday…get this…on Warfare…it will be…
Freeman pauses for dramatic effect, and raises his arm. With each word, he moves his arm to the side, as if these words are a headline of some sort.
Freeman: Jason Freeman’s First Ever International Title Defense!
The fans don’t seem to care that much, but Freeman smirks. The fans await to find out who the opponent is, however, as they are curious.
Freeman: And the opponent will be…well…we will find out soon. It is somebody who has beaten me before. Somebody who will now get another chance to do it again, where it counts. And this match will finally solidify me as a deserving champion. Now, for all of you doubters, just watch on Monday. Be prepared to respect me, and everything I’ve done.
And with these words, Freeman abruptly leaves the ring, as his music blasts, to renewed boos from the crowd, as Freeman doesn’t announce the competitor. Sure, Freeman didn’t win the battle royal, but his title reign is just beginning. Sure, he hasn’t won a match since winning the title, but things can change. Maybe if he can defend the title, things will turn around…Freeman walks backstage, with one last smirk, as the crowd continues booing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:07:19 GMT -5
Segment: Road to Victory (Credit: BK/Writers of FH BR) Fallen Heroes 2007 [/center] Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is the Fallen Heroes over-the-top 30 Man Battle Royal! The match will start with two competitors... A quick shot of Jay Zero and Jack Jefferson making with their respective entrances, making their way down to the ring.Phillip: ...and two minutes after that a new participant will be called down. Quick shots of other superstars such as Gary, Jay Basin, Vortex, Kudo, Nick Durden, Renix, Rena Matheson among others are shown racing down to the ring during this time.Phillip:: This will continue until all 30 competitors have been called out! The winner of this match will be the last person still standing in the ring and he or she will receive a World Title shot at Omega Effect III! Jay Basin sends Gary flying over the top rope.Edison: And there goes Gary! Jay Zero dropkicks Santiago Rivera over the top rope.McNally: WHOA! Santiago never saw that one coming. *KLAXON*
“Kingdom Come” by Jay-Z roars to life as BK London, his trusty shillelagh in hand, is revealed to be the number seventeen entrant.McNally: Here comes BK London, and he looks like he means business with his shillelagh in hand. Edison:: And he's cleaning house! A shillelagh shot to Basin.
Then one to Curtis.
Starkweather is next.
Rena isn't spared either.
BK screams out in intensity, just as if he were his counterpart Kurt Angle as he nearly clears out the entire ring.The Final Four McNally: We've seen 26 competitors go over the top rope... Brimstone dumps XS3 go over the top rope.
Starkweather is pummeled out of the ring by Freeman, Rattlesnake, and Scott Andrews.
Jonny shows impressive strength and literally tosses Snake over the rope to the outside.
Thunderkiss delivers the Heavean's Door to Jonny Spade, eliminating him in the process.
McNally: ...and now it is down to the final four.
A very aggressive struggles is shown between all four men before Jake and BK London both eliminate Thunderkiss and Jason Freeman in the process.
Edison: IT'S TOP DRAW, ITS TOP DRAW!
The heart pulsating intense music comes to an end and we can only hear the raucous crowd in the background, split over who to cheer.
McNally:The Final Two, ladies and gentlemen. Only one of these men can walk out of here tonight as the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale winner! And regardless of partnership or friendship, I’m sure that that’s exactly what both men want to be!
Jake wrenches backward; BK punches Jake in the ribs with his free arm, but Jake just sucks it up and leans back even further. BK’s struggling begins to become more violent and slightly more panicked, and Jake decides to give it everything; he kicks off and throws himself off the apron, hanging on to BK for all he’s worth-
Edison: This is it, this is IT!
-And BK is upended over the top rope and for a split second finds himself staring at the cold floor beneath the ring. Instinct kicks in and he hooks on to the middle rope with his feet; Jake dangles for a second as his movement is arrested, then has to concede and lets go, dropping to the floor on the outside and leaving BK bent over the ropes, half inside the ring and half outside it.
McNally: So close! And Jake hasn’t given up yet!
We now switch to another shot in which BK moves to meet him, and then gathering his strength he whips Jake at short range into the ropes he’s just left. Jake rebounds and BK throws him upward; the place explodes as BK puts everything into the Guillotine Shades of Michaels…
…but if anyone knows BK London, it’s Jake Cheng, and even as he falls he ducks and covers his head so that BK’s foot grazes off of his temple as he drops. BK slides past Jake, and as Jake hits the mat, crouched, he kicks into what can only be described as a handstand, connecting both his feet beneath BK’s chin with incredible force. BK is thrust upwards and outwards, and pitches over the top rope in a full 360 degree spin…
McNally: SWEET LORD!!
Edison: No, NO, this can’t be happening!
The noise blots out almost everything for Jake, who is by now so fatigued that he’s losing track of the passage of time. He listens for the bell, but that sweet sound eludes him. He doesn’t need to look behind him to know what’s going on.
BK clutches the top rope with a look of true pain; his eyes are almost glazed, and he can barely support himself. Time seems to slow to a crawl as he hauls himself up; he sees Jake stand, turn on one foot, needing only to deliver one hit of sufficient force to extinguish BK’s last ounce of resistance.
The next few seconds are destined to be re-played in slow motion by fans for a long time to come. As Jake rushes at the ropes, BK grabs the top rope and gets his feet to the apron. He leaps up on to the rope and takes flight, passing right over the top of Jake. The crowd is seemingly shocked into complete silence for the split second that BK twists and connects the modified Air Force One to the back of Jake’s skull.
Jake doesn’t remember anything about the fall… and neither does BK. The crowd goes utterly berserk as Jake pitches forward and slams face-first into the outside mats, and BK is out for the count as he collapses inside the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner, earning himself the right to challenge for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect III… BK LONDON!!
McNally: HE HAS DONE IT! HE HAS DONE IT!
Edison: BK LONDON HAS WON THE FALLEN HEROES BATTLE ROYAL, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY...HE IS HEADING TO OMEGA EFFECT!
A final shot is shown of BK and Jake making their way up the ramp as the crowd continues to tear the roof off the Tokyo Dome, and we close with BK London bowing alongside his best friend, Jake Cheng.
And speaking of Jake… it’s time for him to take a tilt at a title of his own…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 3, 2007 16:08:05 GMT -5
Match 6: ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship Kudo Yasuda vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Michael)
]“Hero” by Divinefire begins to roar as Jake Cheng emerges from behind the curtains.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Meltdown feature contest, and it is for the ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship! Now making his way to the ring, he is the challenger...weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-six pounds...from Hong Kong, China...“THE TRINITY”...JAKE...CHENG!
Jake makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, completely ready to end the longest Light-Heavyweight Title reign and begin one of his own.
The mellow guitar intro to “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi resounds harmoniously throughout the arena while the arena lights dim and suddenly flash periodically. The lights slowly come back on to reveal Kudo Yasuda standing triumphantly atop the entry ramp. He begins to vigorously pump his fist into the air while the crowd goes wild with boos. Kudo makes his way to the ring while shaking his head furiously. He haughtily strokes the championship belt draped elegantly over his shoulder all along the way.
Phillip: And the opponent...from Kyoto, Japan...he weighs in at two hundred pounds...he is the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...“MISTER K.O.”...KUDO...YAAAAAAASUUUUUUDAAAAAAA!
Kudo hops onto the apron and enters the ring. He thrusts the belt into the air one more time before handing it over to Raymond Allen Fleming. RAF holds the belt up to indicate the stakes of this match and calls for the bell.
DING, DING, DING!
The two slowly close in on each other. Jake eventually sees an opening he likes and brings Kudo to the mat with a double leg takedown, quickly hopping over to Kudo’s side and applying a side headlock afterward. Kudo throws up his legs and wraps them around Jake’s head into a headscissors. Jake tucks in his legs and kips up to pop his head out from Kudo’s grasp. Kudo bounds to his feet soon afterward. Both back off into their respective corners for a short break.
When the action resets, the two move in for the tie-up. Jake manages to shove Kudo back up against the ropes. After some beckoning from RAF, Jake releases Kudo and backs away from him to the other side of the ring. Kudo moves away from the ropes. He and Jake begin strafing around the ring before tying up again. Kudo grabs hold of Jake’s arm and wrenches it forward and behind his back to apply the hammerlock. Jake bends forward and steps behind Kudo, wrenching his arm behind his back to apply a hammerlock of his own. Kudo jerks his trapped arm free while wrapping his free arm around Jake’s head to trap him in a side headlock. Jake lifts Kudo up into belly to back suplex position and backs up into the ropes, earning himself escape from the submission. Kudo releases him and backs away to the other side of the ring.
Jake moves in to engage Kudo and the two lock hands into a test of strength. Jake uses his leg to sweep Kudo’s feet out from under him. Still clasping hands with Kudo, Jake follows him to the mat and pushes down on Kudo’s hands to force his shoulders down into the mat.
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Kudo bridges his body upward to lift his shoulders off the mat. Jake pulls Kudo up to his feet. Kudo sticks his head under Jake’s arm and tosses him over in a northern lights suplex!
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KICKOUT
Jake rolls backward to mount Kudo and pushes Kudo’s hands down to yet again pin his shoulders to the mat.
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Kudo throws his entire body sideways to lift his shoulder off the mat. Jake unclasps his hands with Kudo’s and quickly takes him into a front facelock. Jake lifts Kudo to his feet, but Kudo powers his way to the ropes, forcing Jake to release him. Jake backs away to the center of the ring, and Kudo moves to meet him. Kudo lunges at Jake for the tie-up, but Jake ducks and sidesteps to end up behind Kudo before locking arms around his waist. Kudo jerks his body to the side to break Jake’s grip and spins around to end up behind Jake, locking arms around his waist afterward. Kudo then tries to toss Jake over in a German suplex, but Jake generates just enough extra momentum to complete a full backflip and land on his feet. Kudo gets to his feet and runs at Jake, but Jake takes him into a side headlock. But before Jake can fully cinch in the hold, Kudo pulls his head out from Jake’s grasp and applies a side headlock of his own. Jake shoves Kudo into the ropes, effectively popping his head out from Kudo’s grasp. When Kudo bounces off, Jake catches him in an arm drag. Placing his knee on the side of Kudo’s head so that he lies sideways on the mat, Jake hooks his near arm around Kudo’s arm and wrenches it backward. Kudo manages to roll his body to the side so that he’s lying on the mat on his back. Kudo throws his legs up to wrap them around Jake’s head and uses them to throw Jake forward. Both men pop up to their feet. Jake takes a charge at Kudo, but Kudo merely leapfrogs over him. Kudo runs to the ropes and bounces off, and Jake leapfrogs over him. Kudo continues running to the ropes. When he bounces off, Jake falls into a prone position, allowing Kudo to hurdle over him. By the time Kudo bounced back, Jake has gotten to his feet and manages to deck Kudo with a dropkick!
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