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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:37:33 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 10th May 2007
ACW World Tour III: The Road Less Travelled Lokomotive Stadion, Moscow
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------
Jay Basin vs Ricky Falco
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Nick Durden and Renix Williams vs Jason Freeman
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Ross Lambert vs Jay Zero
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Alicia Kitsune vs Adrian Flamingo
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Mr. Red vs Jake Cheng
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The Senator vs Starkweather w/Umeko Saito
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:38:18 GMT -5
The ACW rollercoaster thunders into Russia, and its most iconic of cities. Some of the most momentous occasions in history have been played out on these streets… will tonight add another such memory?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:38:43 GMT -5
Segment: The Iceberg King (Credit: Dan White) Moscow is the kingdom of Communism. It is a huge, vile red piece of evilness which devours meagre Capitalists and turns them into the scariest thing in the world. Actually that's all what American propaganda probably tells you if you warp back 20 or 30 years, or maybe even 60. Damn you McCarthy!
Anyways we went off the wrong trail then. Dan White may be the Commish, the big man, the "daddyo" if you will. But he's been a little camera shy. Why maybe? Has he actually been skiving in order to act on another multi-million dollar film? Or is he produced a 13 times platinum-rewarding album? Not this time, the fact is that he's just been a bit tired. In fact let's go see him in live action now.
We open up in a cafeteria in the Locomotive Moscow Arena, where Dan White is sitting, looking quite modest with casual tracksuit bottoms and a Newcastle United top on. He's indulging himself in a "Dan White Special: Lincolnshire Sausages, melted in a baguette with two slices of Leerdhamer Cheese and some good ol' Heinz Salad Cream." It's actually being made by Subway, so watch your local outlet for further details on the Hottest Sarnie To Come Out Of Britain!TM But seriously, the camera pans down on Dan, who smirks, placing his sandwich on the plate.Dan: You know, my life changed ever since I was nearly killed that day at Heatwave sometime last year. I can no longer push hard on the toilet for fear that I'll burst more blood vessels and end up suffering a worser fate than Elvis. But I don't hold grudges, especially against such swineness like that Starkweather fellow. He just better hope that I don't have some crazy General Manager job or Commissioner job. Dan takes a drink from his Irn Bru can. Irn Bru is very popular in Russia, and is in fact more popular than in Britain due to there being a higher population.
He puts the drink down, and continues.Dan: Actually, hang about...I AM the Commissioner! What a fun surprise! Because Ginger couldn't be arsed getting off his chair he has sent me on this tour to do his honourable work. I am the law, I am the sheriff, I am the NKVD or whatever you Russki's called it. But don't worry Starkweather, I'm not going to victimize you or anything. It's like you left a stamp on my head not just literally but metaphorically, like you're Untouchable to me. Buuuuuut let's not have ego's collide. I mean I know you are this evil psycho with a cog or two missing in his head and through this you see the need to rea-he-heally take it out on other people. Well Jenny, I have news for you. I am...pretty much your boss now so if you want to continue being such a girl and spill your emotions onto other people like a depressed little slash girl then, by all means be my guest. But I am not going to be cleaning up the mess. He takes another bite into his sandwich, swallowingDan: And that, my friend, is a right.... He takes a sip...Dan: .....touch. Dan nods his head as the camera pans backwards, sending a message to Starkweather as we fade out.
END.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:39:40 GMT -5
Segment: Mangled and Massacred (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens, we manage to stray away from the Lokomotive Stadion and get a shot at the beautiful Golden Ring Hotel - a mile or two away from the arena. Inside the hotel, the camera manages to get a shot right in front of the elevator on the ground floor - and within moments the doors open and outcomes BK London sporting a suit with his sportsbag draped over his shoulder.
He blows past the few people waiting for the elevator and goes straight out the hotel, where he meets a rather old black man in a suit at the front.
BK: Sinclair, did you manage to check me out the hotel?
Sinclair: Why yes I did sir, but we have one problem.
BK: Well, tell me it on the way to the limo.
BK hurries off, looking at his watch multiple times as he heads towards the parking lot area and now Sinclair, catches up to him and begins speaking.
Sinclair: Sir, that is the problem, you see. When I decided to go check out the limo to get it ready for your departure, I found that the limo is in -
BK stops. His eyes widen while looking off screen, and finally the camera swings around and gets a shot at the mangled vehicle.
Sinclair: - in not exactly in the best condition to drive.
BK: What the hell happened here man?
BK London walks up to the limo, the windshields have been smashed, the tires have been replaced with cinderblocks, the interior has been thrown ripped to pieces.
Sinclair: I believe it was the one you call Mr. Cheng, who did this sir?
BK: That mother - you know what? Sinclair? I want you to take my stuff and get on the next plain to Munich, Germany - I'll meet you there in a few hours. I have a thorn in my side to take care of.
Sinclair: Sir, how do you plan to get to the arena?
BK: I don't know, but I'm going to get there before the night is over.
BK tosses his bags into the arms of Sinclair and begins his journey out the parking lot on foot towards the Stadion as we fade out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:40:10 GMT -5
Segment: The Journey's Just Beginning (Credit: Michael)
March 25, 2007
The docks were suspiciously empty on this gray morning. One lone figure stood, overlooking the murky waters and into the rising sun. Dressed in nothing more than a regular gray t-shirt and slacks, the man burrowed his hands into his pockets. He began to cradle his balance between his heels and his toes.
He found it all rather boring. He also felt tired. He began to explore the surroundings, observing various ships and crates scattered about. The day was just beginning but already he found himself pleading for it to end.
Every day was beginning to feel this way. It felt as though life were becoming more and more stagnant. Ever since that night, staying in bed for the rest of the day seemed like a better option.
He could see the sun. It’s just that he couldn’t feel its warmth.
He could see the horizon. It’s just that he knew he’d never go past it.
His hands trembled as he brought them up to stare at his palms. His eyes flickered with flames of hate, regret, and sorrow. This was it. This was what it had all come down to.
There were no tears. Even if no one were around to drink in the wine of his agony, he did not want to cry. He was doing his best to maintain to only semblance of self-respect he had left.
So he walked away. Leaving behind a fog of gray in his steps, he lowered his head and did the only thing he felt like doing. He retreated. From who, he wasn’t sure. He just didn’t want to stand still any longer.
However, he knew it wasn’t an option for him.
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March 25, 2007
RENIX Hey, Nick? It’s alright.
NICK You’re wrong. It’s not.
RENIX Quit being so down, Nick. You’ll get it next time!
NICK THERE ISN’T GONNA BE A NEXT TIME, GOD DAMMIT! Look at me. You think anyone even wants to see me get there? HUH?! IT WAS ALL A WASTE! IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING!
You walk around acting like there’s always hope! WELL THAT’S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY! You’re talented. You’re respected. What the hell do I have? THAT WAS IT! That was my one chance. That was the brass ring. I am never gonna have another go-around!
RENIX …Well, then what now?
NICK Now, I just wait to quit.
RENIX Come on, Nick. Don’t talk like that.
NICK Shut the hell up. They can take away everything I’ve ever earned and they rape me of my dream, but there’s nobody that can take away my right to leave in peace.
RENIX You don’t mean that.
NICK Get the hell outta here.
RENIX Nick…
NICK GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!
RENIX Why…?
NICK ’Cause you remind me too much of myself. You remind me too much of myself…
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March 25, 2007
The park bench was rickety and unstable. Still, it was the only one that rested under the shade of an oak tree. A man lay sprawled out across the seat. Gray newspapers served as a pitiful blanket. He stared up at the sky. It was a beautiful day. He knew it.
However, he didn’t feel any of that beauty. The singing of the birds sounded like nails on a chalkboard. The gentle breeze felt like a piercing whirlwind of ice. The jovial laughter of the children in the distance seemed as though they were in a mocking tone.
Ironic, he concluded. Still, none of it bothered him. What was there to be bothered about anymore?
He got up and stretched. He began to do a few jumping jacks, earning him some suspicious glances. He didn’t care though. Looking up, he concluded that it must have been noon. With a bitter scoff he trudged away.
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March 26, 2007
RENIX So he’s not there?
MICK No. I haven’t seen him.
RENIX Well if he’s not with me, I assumed he must be with you and Leticia.
MICK So where the hell is he?
RENIX That’s what I’m trying to figure out!
MICK …
RENIX …We got into an argument.
MICK Is that so?
RENIX He was talking like he wanted to quit and that he never wanted to see me again.
MICK I see…
RENIX How can you be so calm?
MICK I need to be. When the whole world around you is falling apart, someone needs to be the pillar of strength.
RENIX You know that I always enjoy your philosophical lessons but now’s not the time for that. If Nick’s not with me and he’s not with you in Florida…I’m really worried.
MICK Tranquilo. Nick will be fine. He just needs some time to himself is all.
RENIX The last time I saw him, he was feeling really down.
MICK Understandably so.
RENIX I’m afraid he might…
MICK Stop right there. Don’t you dare finish whatever it is you were about to say just now. You’re probably the nicest person that I’ve ever met but sometimes, you need to learn that there are some things that you can’t control. There are some things that can’t be healed.
RENIX But-!
MICK Whatever Nick’s going through, let him. If you don’t, then you’re no better than his critics. Believe in him to have the strength to overcome whatever it is he’s going through right now. He may not be in the ring but he’s going through a tough battle right now. And, no matter how much you want to help him, this is one fight that he’ll have to tackle solo.
RENIX …I’m worried about him.
MICK So am I. Just trust him though. For now, all we can do is cheer him from the sidelines.
RENIX Alright. Sorry about calling you so late.
MICK Don’t worry about it.
RENIX Talk to you later.
MICK Bye.
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March 26, 2007
The grass was overgrown. The house was dirty. The foundation was crumbling.
Symbolic?
Perhaps. It really didn’t matter though, he concluded. Standing on the sidewalk across the street, he didn’t bother to come any closer. He was content with just watching from a distance. At the same time, he was afraid.
Of what, he wasn’t sure. Simply looking at the structure was painful enough. He dared not enter inside. Something like this was supposed to spark happy memories. To him though, his memories of this place seemed more like distant nightmares shrouded in a swirl of various emotions that he didn’t care to identify.
Slowly digging into the pocket of his sweatpants, he pulled out a wrinkled old photo. There were no colors. It was gray. Bringing it up to eye level, he saw that very same house but in much better condition. In front of it stood a young boy smiling happily while flashing the victory symbol with his fingers. Beside him stood a much older man with his arm wrapped around the boy and a matching grin.
As he stared at the photo, the frown adorning the man’s face was unwavering. His eyes became downtrodden as he pocketed the picture once more. Taking one last look at the building, he turned on his heel and walked away.
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March 26, 2007
MICK You’re back! Jesus Christ, dude. Leticia, get some clean clothes from my dresser and a blanket.
LETICIA Right.
RENIX Damn it, Nick! Where the hell have you been?
NICK You crying?
RENIX Of course I’m crying, Goddamnit! You had me worried sick!
NICK Sorry ‘bout that. I had to look for something.
RENIX Did you find it?
NICK Nope…I realized it’s been with me all along.
RENIX Goddamnit…
NICK Quit crying.
RENIX …
NICK Don’t feel like talking? It’s all right. I’ll talk. You’ll listen. I’m sorry ‘bout what I said to you last time. I’m not too good with discussing my emotions but that night…that night, there were a lot of emotions that became very clear to me.
I wasn’t right for me to lash out at you like that. And I’m sorry. I was angry. I was angry at myself. I was angry at Flamingo. And hell, I was angry at the entire world. But you stood by me all the way. But it was you who received the brunt of my rage. That’s not right.
I’ve come to the realization that there are some things that just aren’t meant to be. I’m not too good with articulating myself, using fancy words like Mick does but I think I’ve got this one figured out. That’s why I’m here to apologize.
RENIX Heh.
NICK Hey, there’s that smile I haven’t seen in ages! I dunno. I just need to come back to wrestling.
RENIX Think you’ll be okay this time?
NICK Hope so.
RENIX I’m just glad you’re back from your little journey.
NICK That’s where you’re wrong. The journey’s just beginning.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:42:15 GMT -5
Segment: An unlikely request (Credit: Jay Zero) The scene opens up to find Jay Zero walking down a well light corridor, passing several locker rooms and crew workers on the way there. The boos can be heard all the way backstage. He then stops at a door and knocks on it. The camera starts to swing back behind Jay, to get a better angle, revealing the name plate “Santiago Rivera” and the cheers begin to ring in. A good amount of time passes, leaving Jay high and dry. So instead of waiting to be let in, he looks around very sneakily, paying attention to his surroundings. He then decides to turn the knob and walk into the locker room, uninvited. As he opens the door, Santiago is seen in the room on a cell phone, and when the light catches his attention, he looks directly at Jay who looks like he knows something’s going to happen to him know. [/center] Santiago: Uh….hey…Let me get back to you? I have some unexpected company suddenly. - - - - Yeah - - - Okay, I’ll talk to you then. - - - Later. He hangs up the phone, places it on a desk and looks back up at Zero. [/center] Santiago: So, what brings you around here, just happening to stumble upon into my room? Zero: Well, I got a message saying you wanted to see me…….I…I knocked…..and…. Well, you didn’t answer. At first, I thought that you could have been brutally attacked from behind by some crazy person looking for revenge, so I decided to come in and check to see if you were alright. And you are…so…Bye! [/color] Jay turns around, expecting to leave and get off the hook immediately. [/center] Santiago: Nooo, No, No. Come back in here, close the door. Now, I don’t recall calling you down here, but come sit down, let’s have a little chat. Jays face shrivels up and slowly turns around. He closes the door and walks over to a chair, slowly sitting down, trying to keep his guards up, watching every tiny move that Santiago makes. [/center] Santiago: Drink? Santiago walks over to his miny bar and grabs two Pepsis. He looks over at Jay who shakes his head no, and just grabs one. He then walks back over, pops the can open and sits down on the large, leather couch. [/center] Santiago: Jay, I’m actually kind of glad that you came here. Zero: And why’s that? [/color] Santiago: I want your help…. There is a pause in the room before Zero starts to break out in laughter. [/center] Zero: Pfffthahahahahah! You…..You’re not serious, are you? [/color] Santiago nods his head. [/center] Zero: ….Wow! First, you blindside me at Fallen Heroes, now you’re asking for my help? What do you want help with anyways? If it’s what I think you’re thinking, I don’t swiiiing that way, man! [/color] Santiago rolls his eyes and has a sip of his soda. [/center] Santiago : Well, you keep calling me a has been. And, lately I’ve been thinking and maybe I never will be what I used to be. Maybe you were right, Jay. Maybe I am washed up. Zero: And where do I fit into this picture? [/color] Santiago: Since you’re the new guy full with life and energy, I want you to bring me back to the way I used to be. I want to remember how exactly to make the crowd react to me, I want to remember exactly how to be entertaining, I want to remember how to be great. Zero: Hmp’t……..Heh, I don't believe I'm about to do this, but deal. [/color] A loud boo can be heard from all the way out in the ringside area as Jay and Santiago both smile. [/center] Zero: I’ll show you how to make people love you….Heh, yeah….I can see it now! When I’m done with you, you’ll have gold around your waist, girls hanging all over you, and most of all, the experience and knowledge of…..your teacher, Jay Zero!
- - -Haha……this is gonna be good. Y’know, I have a match to go get ready for, but after that I’m going to start making out a list of things to do in order to officially Zerofy you! [/color] Santiagp: Well, good luck in your match tonight, and thank you for deciding to take me under your wing, Jay. I really hope I’ll learn a thing or two. He smiles at Jay as he stands up. [/center] Zero: Wait! I got it, your first task, sit back and relax here and watch my match. Watch the certain techniques in the ring that I do to pull the attention of the crowd. [/color] Santiago: Sounds fair to me. Zero: Okay, great. Well, I really gotta go get ready. I’ll probably just see you Monday at Warfare, or maybe even tonight to discuss some things. Glad I can be of assistance to you, Santi! [/color] Santiago nods his head in a “goodbye” fashion as Jay leaves the room smirking. Santiago then waits a few seconds, making sure he’s gone before grabbing his cell phone and calling someone, probably who he was talking to earlier. The phone rings for a moment before they pick up. [/center] Santiago: Hey… - - Yeah --- Everything went down just like you planned it would. Mmhmm - - Yeah, I got the little bug right in the palm of my hand now……… At the end of this line, the scene slowly starts to fade as he continues to talk on the phone. At this point, we are left with many questions, but it looks like they’ll just have to be answered next time…… End.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:42:40 GMT -5
Segment: You Can Always Get What You Want (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The camera fades in and shows a boot being tied. As the camera zooms out more, Leon Chase is shown. A small cheer is heard that doesn't last long. He is sitting in a leather chair with his crutches next to him and his foot propped up on the table in front of him. Then the door pops open and in steps Ricky Falco. He has a smile on his face, but Leon doesn't look happy. He gets up from the chair, grabs his crutches and walks over to Ricky.
Leon: Where the hell have you been? You've got a match coming up!
Ricky: Hey man, don't worry about it, I was just taking care of some things.
Leon: Like what? I haven't heard from you all day.
Ricky: I was trying to get Commissioner White to book a match for Spring Into Hell.
Leon: A match at Spring Into Hell. Why were you talking to him about that?
Ricky: Has anyone ever told you, you ask a lot of questions? But thats besides the point. The point I'm trying to make is, the Commish said that I can have a match against Skynyrd at Spring Into Hell. But not just any match a --
Leon: Hellz Kitchen Match?!?!?
Ricky: No, a Chuck the Chair match. But hey, that doesn't happen for a little while, so for now, I can relax.
Ricky walks over to the chair Leon was sitting in and sits down. He leans over the side and pulls a soda out thin air pretty much, opens it and starts drinking.
Leon: Relax?!!?!? How can you relax when you've gotta face Jay Basin tonight? I mean, I have seen the guy in the ring and he looks deadly. And what happens if Skynyrd gets to you again? Your lucky he didn't snap you in half a few days ago. AND WHERE IN THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT SODA!!?!?!?!!?!?
Ricky: Again with the questions. You really need to work on that issue. Skynyrd has been banned from the arena tonight. If he enters like a million security guards are going to jump him. And Jay Basin? Yeah, I've seen the guy, but tonight I'm going to prove that what happened Monday was a fluke and I should have beaten Red. 'Cause I'm a fine summer wine that would be divine anytime. Now, lets go.
Ricky stands up and hands the soda to Leon. Leon still looks worried and the noise of a door opening is heard. He sets the soda down and starts walking towards the door.
Leon: But what if-
Ricky's voice is heard through the wall.
Ricky: SHUT UP AND HURRY UP!
Leon shrugs and starts moving towards the door. He opens it up then closes it behind him. The camera then shows the soda before it fades out.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:45:54 GMT -5
Match 1 : Ricky Falco vs Jay Basin (credit: Marcus Curtis)
We cut back to the ring just in time to see Philip preparing to announce the competitors for the following match. As usual he is attired in a finely tailored tuxedo and stands with a smile on his face as he makes the announcement.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing the first competitor…he hails from Columbus Ohio and weighs in at 325 pounds…he is JAY BASSINNNN!!!!
Loyalty by American Head Charge blasts through the arena, and the lights are flashing multiple beams of colors, as the arena has gone dark. A spotlight is focused on the entrance, where Jay Basin walks out. He looks from the left to the right. He looks straight ahead and walks out a bit and whips out the "Basin Sign" (Birdman handsign). He separates his arms apart, as he begins to walk down the ramp. He walks straight ahead with his eyes focused on the ring. At the end of the ramp, he raises his arms and crosses them. He strikes them down, and points ahead. He goes ahead and jumps up onto the ring apron, and red pyro explodes from the four corners of the turnbuckle. Basin goes into the ring, which is when the lights go back to normal, and Basin gives the crowd the "Basin Sign." The crowd boos Basin, but he ignores them.
Philip:And his opponent….from Chicago Illinois…he weighs in at 235 pounds…he is RICKY FALCOOOOO!!!!!
"Animal" by Mudmen hits over the speakers as Ricky Falco bursts through the entrance way to a sizeable pop. He jogs down to ringside slapping hands as he passes the fans. Leon Chase is slowly walking down to the ring behind him. Falco jogs up the ring steps and jumps into the ring before posing for the fans as they show their appreciation for him.
Philip exits the ring as the match official checks both competitors for illegal objects before calling for the bell.
Ding Ding Ding
The competitors begin to slowly circle each other in the centre of the ring, they maintain eye contact as they circle before locking up in the centre of the ring. Basin uses his impressive strength to force Falco into the nearest corner. The match official immediately gets himself between Basin and Falco and forces a clean break. Basin obliges and cockily smirks at Falco who looks to be taken aback by the strength of his opponent who is now stood in front of him flexing his muscles at his opponent. Basin chuckles to himself as Falco slowly makes his way out of the corner. The pair begin circling each other once again, this time when they move to lock up Falco approaches with more caution and manages to swiftly manoeuvre his way behind Basin and locks him a rear waistlock. Basin struggles in an attempt to free himself from the hold. He manages to squeeze his arms in the gap between his waist and Falco’s arms, he then grabs the wrist of Falco and locks him in a wristlock before hitting a clubbing blow to the shoulder of Falco, knocking him down to the mat.
Falco holds his shoulder cuff in pain as Basin stands above him with a huge smirk on his face. Basin picks up Falco by the head and delivers a hard right hand to the face of Falco, he then picks him up for a Scoop Slam but stalls the slam in a show of his impressive strength. Basin then slams Falco down with great velocity and force. He delivers a sharp knee drop to the face of Falco before covering him with a lateral press. ONE
T-Kickout
Basin’s face contorts in anger and frustration at his inability to put Falco away in the manner and timeframe he wanted to. He hastily picks up Falco and positions him for a Vertical Suplex, he hoists Falco up in the air and holds him there in the air in a display of power. He starts to talk trash to Falco as he holds him up in the air. His confidence proves to be misplaced as Falco is able to squirm his way out of the suplex hold and lands behind Basin. Falco then kicks Basin in the back of the knee and hits him with a quick Back Suplex. He then delivers a swift Knee Drop to the head of Basin before locking him in a Boston Crab.
Basin struggles under the pressure of the hold. He tries in vain to reach the ropes as Falco applies greater pressure to the hold. Basin manages to use his impressive leg strength to escape the hold and almost throw Falco across the ring. Both men slowly get to their feet and begin exchanging right hands delivered to the face. Falco uses his greater speed to fire off more rights than basin thus giving him the upper hand, he beats Basin into the nearest corner before firing up the crowd with a loud yell. He then drags Basin out of the corner and delivers a swift Implant DDT. He then springs to his feet and runs to the ropes before doing a little dance followed by a swing of his arm in a bowling motion before yelling, "BOWLLIN'" and hitting a leg drop He then covers Basin
ONE
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Falco picks up Basin without a second thought and hits a quick standing dropkick. He grabs Basin and picks him up again before hitting the Teardrop Suplex. He tries again to cover Basin.
ONE
TWO
THR-Kickout
Falco’s face is coated in disbelief, Basin only just managed to kick out of the Teardrop Suplex and Falco clearly thought he had the match wrapped up. Falco then picks up Basin one more time. He tries to pick up Basin for Falco’s Fury but Basin resists and delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Falco. Basin then kicks Falco in the mid-section and bend him over his back for the TNT. He stands up and holds Falco for the TNT but gets ahead of himself and begins trash talking the fans, in this time Falco manages to worm his way out of the hold and lands behind Basin. Falco then spins Basin round before quickly kicking him in the mid-section and picking him up in a Scoop Slam hold, he then quickly drops to his knees hitting the Falco’s Fury kneeling variation. Falco then hooks the leg of Basin as the referee beings to count.
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THREE The crowd pops as the Three is counted. Falco leaps to his feet in joy and raises his arms in celebration of his hard fought victory.
Philip: Here is your winner by pinfall…Ricky Falcoooo!!!!
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:46:59 GMT -5
Segment Name: Fan Club's Still Here. (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman, the International Champion, walking down a hallway. He doesn’t seem to be in the best mood, yet he keeps walking and eventually turns the corner, and stops. He sighs, and the camera zooms out to reveal the Freeman Fan Club. They are all dressed in black, apparently mourning.
Jack: Freeman! I…I…I’m so sorry that you did not win the match. At Fallen Heroes. Possibly our training was not good enough?
Freeman: Well, no, it wasn’t. But I’m over that. I’ve got other things to worry about. I’ve still got this, at least.
He points to his title belt, and Jack nods.
Tom: When you lost the title, Freeman, I went right out to a bar, and got very, very, very, drunk to mourn.
Freeman: I lost, the match, not my title, but whatever.
Mike: Don’t mind Tom, dude, he’s still really drunk. Like always, but you know, sometimes he is actually sober like once in a blue moon, but this was obviously not one of those times, and for the record, the night you lost I called Tom and he was like “Hey, what happened?” Because you know we had like, a PPV party thing and he never showed up, so I called him to tell him you lost, but he said he was already IN a bar and drinking, and so then he said he would mourn it more.
Ryan: Oh my god, I cried for hours!
Freeman: Look guys, it’s over, I don’t care anymore.
Jack: Good, and now you have other things to worry about. You’ve got your title at least.
Freeman: I…just said that…exact thing. About thirty seconds ago…
Jack: Yes, I know, but I quote you a lot!
Freeman: Well, fine, whatever. Look, but now that I defended this title once.
Jacob: …barely…
Jack: Shut up, Jacob! Stop trying to be cool! Freeman was still the champion after the match, and that’s ALL That matters! ALL! And he’s going to beat Brimstone too!
Freeman: Well…if…I face Brimstone.
Jack: Don’t you want to beat him again?
Freeman: Well, yeah, but…why risk losing my title when I don’t have to? We’ll see what happens.
Freeman smirks, and Jack continues questioning him.
Jack: Why’ve you been talking to him so much, anyways? You keep trying to get him mad…why?
Freeman: Well, it’s always good to know that you’re better than somebody else. Soon, he’ll realize that I’m better than he is. Look, I’ve got a handicapped match to get ready for…who booked THAT?
Jack: Well, you better be careful. You did eliminate Renix at Fallen Heroes. Durden’s pretty mad I bet.
Freeman: Yeah, probably, but for some reason, that doesn’t bother me at all. I’ll crush them both tonight. Now you guys go away. We’ll talk more next week, but right now, I want to go get ready. I’m going to turn around my career soon enough. And you guys are going to help. We’ll talk about that next week. Okay?
With that Freeman turns and leaves, not allowing any member of the club to say another word. He has other things on his mind.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:47:35 GMT -5
Segment: Zero challenge (Credit: Ross Lambert) The scene is set, Ross is walking down the corridor looking most pissed off, he’s in a white silk shirt and blue jeans with white/black converses. He grabs a guy and throws him into a wall. Ross: Get out of my way you cripple! He continues along and Lariats a guy with a camera walking along, he boots the next guy in the face sending paper reports flying everywhere, after pushing his way down the rest of the corridor he ends up at his lockerroom which he boots the door off it’s hinges, inside you can see Ross looking at his allies, Spike and Kenji. Ross: Where the fuck is Charlotte? Spike: Holiday in Tampa. Ross: You’re kidding me? Spike: No. Ross: Crap, OK I’m being MOCKED here, I’m fighting this twitch, Jay Zero tonight and I find that offensive! I am way above his level and I find it disgusting that anyone thinks he is EVEN CLOSE to the level of skill that is mine. Ross walks over to the mini-fridge and opens up the door, pulling out a Budd, he cracks open the top and undoes his top button beginning to drink his bud. Spike: Why’re you drinking before a match? Ross: HA! Jay Zero isn’t even worth being considered a match. Spike: I think you’re selling him short man, he’s got a mind-vice on Gingerdude, God knows what he can pull. Ross’s facial expressions turns blank in a sarcastic “Are you kidding me?” face, his face turns into a look of disgust as he continues. Ross: Seriously Spike, who DOESN’T have some sort of power over Gingerdude? The guy is about as wrecked in the head as you can get, you should see the specially unaired Jackass stunt he did. Spike: Ross: Anyways, Spike, I’ve got nothing to worry about, ACW is a bunch of braindead low-lifes with a history to be ashamed of, almost like a certain country we know… but instead of Mussolini and Hitler, you look at Nick Durden, James Lee, AK and of course, “Commissioner” Dan White. They’re all a nice cold glass of dumbass with Lemon and Loser Twist. Except for one other person here who’s a nice cold glass of dumbass with a side of “Pathetic”, and that’s someone I don’t wish to name but he does name himself after a certain animal with spindly legs and a funny neck, you know who you are! Spike: Umm… Ross? Ross: Yeah? Spike: Flami- Ross: SHUT UP! There’s a deadly silence as Ross has a look of rage on his face. Ross: Y’know, I bet you I could get that sap.. oh God his name eludes me… umm.... Gary! That’s it, he could no doubt beat Zero so why can’t I kick back a few brewski’s before the big… little match. It’s a nice cooldown and one budd isn’t going to waste me alive is it? Kenji: Ross I think you ought to think about your health, imagine how embarrassing it’s going to be getting your ass kicked ‘CAUSE YOU’RE DRUNK! Ross:{/B] Well Kenji it’s not going to happen ‘cause I’m not going to LOSE! I can’t lose, I am the kind of man that Hitler DREAMED of being, one of the most famous historical figures in mankind while Jay Zero wishes he could pay off the rent on his cardboard box!
Kenji: Bu-
Ross: No buts, I’m going to win against Jay, and even the ACW superstars have my back! Both VorteX and that guy I destroyed on Fallout… umm.. oh Christ, Mr. Green that was it. Jonny Spade doesn’t but he’s a pathetic excuse for a superstar.
Ross looks back at the doorway to see that his door is on the floor.
Ross: …. I’ll go get someone else to fix it… maybe that talentless broad, Renix will fix it for a packet of Pork Rinds…
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:50:09 GMT -5
Segment: Durden's Gauntlet (Credit: Michael)
INT. BACKSTAGE – PRE-SHOW
Nick Durden has just arrived in the arena. His demeanor is cordial and relaxed as he affably greets the backstage crew still scrambling around in preparation for the show. All of this changes with a sudden blur of pink and purple as Adrian Flamingo bursts onto the scene.
NICK Oh, lovely, if it isn’t the long-lost sixth member of the Queer Eye gang. What the hell do you want?
FLAMINGO Y’know, Durden, the old Big Poppa Flamingo would’ve locked you in the camel clutch and made you humble for that smart aleck comment, but you see, my little hiatus away from the ring changed me as a man. I’m kinder, more patient, but still just as astonishing, mind you. But that’s neither here nor there. You see, right now, I approach you not to brag about the high quality of my perm or the size of genitals, but to apologize. I know when I’ve made a mistake, and in the past two matches we’ve been teamed together, I’ve made two grave mistakes. So with all that is good and holy, I swear on Momma Flamingo’s grave that I’m sorry.
Flamingo extends a beefy hand.
FLAMINGO Whadya say we just let bygones be bygones and start our trip to the top of ACW anew?
Nick offers up a dismissive scoff.
NICK Flamingo, I’ve always prided myself on being the nice guy, but everybody has their limits, okay? I’ve got no scruples about giving second chances, but third and fourth chances, they just don’t happen. So go away and paint your toenails, put on your blush, or whatever the hell it is you do. Just leave me alone.
As Nick begins to walk away, the anger bubbling up inside of Flamingo is evident. The supposedly reformed Flamingo is no longer able to keep his patience as he points one antagonizing finger at Nick.
FLAMINGO That’s the way you want it to be, Durden? That’s fine with me. We’ll just settle this the way real men, the ones born from the same stock as “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo, settle this: with the blood, sweat, and tears of that ring!
Nick gazes back at Flamingo incredulously and chuckles bemusedly.
NICK You honestly think I’d have any interest in fighting you again? Your little vacation away from the action has left you soft, bucko. That was pretty evident in these last two matches. Back when you actually seemed to give a damn about competition, you were quite a formidable foe, but now you’re just nothing but another over-primped pretty boy who couldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight. When you were off playing thespian, who exactly gave a rat’s ass? The league went on. ACW without Adrian Flamingo is still ACW. But ACW without Nick Durden? That’s just ACW looking for—no, NEEDING—Nick Durden. You’re not at my level anymore, so get whatever fantasies you have about stepping into the ring with Enigmatic Charisma out of your bleached head.
FLAMINGO Oh, really? Not on your level anymore, you say? Well, if it’s one thing “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo has always prided himself upon, it’s proving the doubters wrong. You think I’ve gone soft? Big Poppa Flamingo is still like a rock, baby! You want me to prove it to ya? Line up any group of crackerjacks and Adrian Flamingo will plow through ‘em no questions asked!
Nick contemplates Flamingo’s offer for a second and eventually realizes this could be quite the event.
NICK You’re on. Tonight, you face off against anyone of my choosing. You win, you can have your shot at glory.
FLAMINGO Whoa, hold the phone. No dice, I'm already booked-
NICK So? Surely this is more important? It's now or never. Your choice.
Flamingo pauses... then extends a hand a second time.
FLAMINGO Shake on it, then?
Flamingo keeps his hand held out. Nick clasps it firmly. Fade out with a shot of the two glaring intently at each other.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:51:45 GMT -5
Segment: Blank (Credit: Hunter)
As per usual, I feel we should be skipping the foreplay. I don't think you'd find anything interesting in me telling you how I went to the bank and got my personal documents and such. It's kind of like your average movie. You don't often see them eat or go to the bathroom or sleep or anything like that, but we naturally assume they do these things. Sort of like...the show 24, you know? Jack Bauer is never in the bathroom, but you know that he still takes the time to piss. So all you need to know is that I went to the bank, got my stuff, and now I'm here. And by here, naturally, I mean our newfound headquarters. Although I don't think I can call it that, since it would have to be a sort of...permanent thing. And I'm pretty sure we're going to sell it soon, since we can easily get a better place. That is, unless "The Shadow" doesn't pay as much as he says he does.
We're back in that small room on the second floor where so many other important events in the past year have taken place. Rob, the new guy, sits all by his lonesome in the corner and glares out the window. Tom is on the couch as per usual, reading a newspaper...as per usual. I am the only one standing, and I stand over a large table in the center of the room. Frankie sits off to the side and I can see him eyeballing me angrily. The reason for this is because I've been silently staring at the open briefcase on the table for likely around half an hour now. Inside are the documents that "The Shadow" showed me, as well as the documents that I had just gotten. And naturally, the only thing that is currently on my mind is whether or not to destroy them for a higher paycheck. Eventually, Frankie's irritation gets the best of him, and he throws himself out of his chair and launches himself at the table.
Frankie: Oh for FUCK'S sake, it's not that hard!
Says you. You're not the one dealing with having to completely destroy your identity.
Frankie: If it was me, though, I'd still do it in a fucking heart beat!
I find that hard to believe.
Frankie: The fucker gave you $50,000 for "showing up one time." That means he'll give you a shitload more for the jobs. And that's enough to buy yourself twenty identities.
It still wouldn't be mine.
He looks at me, completely bewildered.
Frankie: What the fuck are you, some angsty teen? You need money more than you need a name. Just burn the fucking things and get it over with.
I...can't.
Frankie: Then give me a fucking match and I'll do it for you!
No. And why the hell do you care so much?
Frankie: Because we're going to be working with you, and I sure as hell want that money.
He didn't say I could work with you.
He blinks quickly, and then scoffs.
Frankie: I'm sure he didn't have to; he knew you'd do it that way regardless.
Tom: The man has a point.
Tom says this without even bothering to look up at me, and Frankie nods slowly with a triumphant gleam in his eye.
Jesus Christ. I doubt he---
Tom: If he knows all of this shit about you, then he surely knows it about us. And if he knows that, then he definitely knows that we're working together. And so if he only asked you to burn your documents, we don't have to worry about shit, and it's still our money.
You're not helping.
Tom: I'm not trying.
I groan slightly and look back down at the briefcase...and suddenly it hits me.
Hide it.
The room fills with silence, and both Rob and Tom turn to look at me, which moderately scares me. Tom folds up his newspaper and rises, and then approaches the table and looks me directly in the eyes.
Tom: This is a man who knows shit about you that you didn't even know yourself. And you think that if you don't burn this stuff, he won't find out?
He...might not.
Tom: Might? MIGHT? We're all risking our lives and everything for some fucking money and you're giving me might!?
I just...can't do it. I can't completely erase my existence. Please...he'd never know.
Tom: Are you out of your---
Please, Tom...
He looks at me and sees the sincerity in my eyes. He sighs and rubs his nose, and then opens his mouth to speak.
Knock, Knock
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Brimstone throws himself at the door and throws it open, only to find himself face to face with a completely frightened stagehand. His expression does not change his feelings, and so he simply explodes at him.
Brimstone: WHAT!? What in the FUCK do you want!?
The stagehand stutters slightly, and eventually forces the words out in fear of more yelling.
Stagehand: Mr. White wants to speak to you.
Brimstone: Who?
Stagehand: Dan...Dan White. The acting comm---
Brimstone pushes the stagehand out of the way and begins to walk violently down the hall, anger virtually pouring out of him. Clearly this built up aggression will explode sooner than later. But just exactly how soon?
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:52:13 GMT -5
Match 2: Ross Lambert vs Jay Zero (Credit: BK)
With about 85 lbs weight difference, it's going to be a challenge for Jay Zero to defeat Ross Lambert, but he is definitely up to it. Jay Zero at the start of the match attempts to evade any offense manuever thrown at him by the bulky Ross Lambert, but his plan comes to a screeching halt when he finds himself leveled by a huge big boot to the face.
Ross Lambert continues the assault on Jay Zero, following up with several manuevers such as a vertical suplex, neckbreaker, and even a very vicious spinning side slam but it's not enough to take out the pugnacious newcomer.
Ross Lamberto looks for a Crucifix Powerbomb on his opponent, but Jay Zero manages to roll him up with a Sunset Flip. Zero gets his feet on the ropes and without detecting it, Referee Keiji Makabe counts the three to give Zero the match.
Zero rolls out of the ring without wasting anytime, and celebrates his win at the top of the stage as Ross Lambert throws a tantrum in the ring over his unfair loss.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:55:34 GMT -5
Segment: Time to Play (Credit: Michael)
Freezing cold rain poured on his body. Slowly evaporating, becoming nil. Existence washed away. Duality. One holds two. Cold.
Nick jerks awake, his eyes quickly scanning the room and breathing in thick gasps of heavy air. His pupils enlarge as sweat glistens upon his forehead. Nick throws himself into a sitting position on the backstage sofa and allows his head to fall into his hands.
“A dream,” he reassures himself, nothing but a dream.
Nevertheless, another voice penetrates his thoughts: the same dream. The cold rain, lying on the cool pavement, feeling yourself evaporate into two conscienceless beings.
“Nonsense,” responds Nick internally, quickly pulling at the drawer of the coffee table and removing a orange plastic pillbox.
Nick cracks his neck and pops the container's top, spilling his head back to allow two blue tablets to slip onto his tongue.
“Be chill, Nick. Be still. You're fine, and you're safe. Just breathe, okay buddy?”
Still, his head pulsates, continues to pound. His thoughts quickly shuffle through a variety of horrifying images. His broken body, mangled amongst metal. Blood, tears, quietly dying. A new form taking over. It's this goddamn place, ruining him. Melting him away into nothingness. Just breathe. Let the pills hit. Then get out there, save yourself, and call it a day. One last show. One last big shot opportunity.
Nick moves from the sofa, trying to stand up, but he clinches his side and sits back down, his sweat even more defined on his forehead. He raises his shirt and looks upon the taped side, remnants of his match with Adrian Flamingo so long ago. Jesus, how can he even compete? Why should he even compete?
Nick nods his head solemnly and sighs deeply, standing up once more so that he can allow himself to move over to a nearby fridge and remove a bottle of mineral water from within. Nick cracks his neck again and pops off the cap, allowing himself to chug the contents within. He tosses the refuge of the empty bottle to his side and stares at himself in the mirror: a black eye and cut lip. What a wonderful image.
A silent chill runs down his spine.
This is what they did on free TV are the words that incapacitate Nick, forcing him to stumble back a few steps and collapse into a chair: a combination of the pain medication taking effect and the inherent understanding. Nick runs his hand across his face, the smooth realization of it all slowly slipping into his veins. This match isn't a friendly competition or even a hellacious battle. No, Nick surmises, licking his lips. It's meant to be a massacre. Another man, sick with his own twisted and horrid thoughts, will lick his lips at the opportunity, will scorn the air if he doesn't get to tear at his flesh. Nick is his prey.
Nick is still, silent. Realizing what he's about to walk into.
Disappear here.
Nick shakes his head, suddenly, allowing himself to be filled with a sudden realization, an even more intense epiphany than before. It will only be a massacre if he allows it. It will only be his end if he allows that. But he won't. He can't. Nick quickly stands up, ignoring the shooting pain that runs across his side. He cracks his neck once more and touches his cheek. May 10 won't be his adieu. May 10 will be the day to kill Nick, but not without his due. Because to survive, he has to kill.
Another sick smile.
Time slowly evaporates as Nick stares at the broken image of himself in the mirror, allowing the cruel and sick thoughts to flow through his vein. There will be a time and a place for Nick to live again, and that will be tomorrow. Tomorrow, he can find her and be free and sip appletinis. Tomorrow, he can be normal. Tonight, though, allow the other side to play. Allow all the horror and the pain and the selfishness to take over.
Nick's eyes change. Nick falls asleep, and the caring man is gone. The man made by Renix Williams. No, for a few hours, he shall be hellfire. He shall be the man who craved every possible encounter because it was his time to show himself exactly what he was capable. Tonight was the time to exercise the demon, allow it to run its course. And Jason Freeman would be his unwilling playmate. Nick allowed a throaty laugh to slip from inside, a laugh that mocked the unseen Management, that unseen force who wanted Nick to leave Meltdown on his back. Wanted him to leave to send a message to everybody else. But this wasn't Management's ball game. No, it was Nick's. Nick cracks his neck once more and punches himself hard in the side, allowing the pain to rush over like a thick euphoria. Nick looks up and smiles and speaks once before leaving for his match:
“Time to play.”
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 10, 2007 15:56:04 GMT -5
Segment: The hasty traveler (Credit: Jay Zero) We cut to the scene of Jay Zero walking down the hallway, still in ring attire. He’s breathing heavily, just having come from his match. He keeps walking, and just when he passes some locker rooms, Santiago runs out from behind and stops him with a few bags in hand. [/center] Santiago: Nice showing you had out there. Zero: Thanks. Personally, I think I showed the Lamborghini a thing or two. Haha. [/color] Santiago: The….The Lamborghini? Zero: Eh, you know, just a nickname! So…. [/color] He looks down at the luggage. [/center] Zero: Where’re you headed off to? [/color] Santiago: My flight back home got bumped forward a bit, so, kind of have to rush down to the airport. Zero: What! Ahhh, come on man! I thought we’d go out and have a night on the town! Get to know each other a bit more, and I was going to show you a valuable lesson on picking up Russian chicks! [/color] Santiago: Sorry man. I’ll take a rain check on that. I gotta go meet up with my manager back in the states and I have some autograph signings set up. He looks down at his watch. [/center] Santiago: Shit! I need to go! Well, congrats on the win, see you in Germany. He grabs his luggage and starts hurrying down the hallway towards the parking garage. Zero looks up at him until he’s out of hearing range. [/center] Zero: Jay you beast, you’ve done it again! I’ve got that sorry son of a bitch right where I want him, now! Hahahah. [/color] As Jay continues to laugh, the scene starts to fade with a shot of Santiago leaving through a door and Zero slowly walking off the camera. What intentions do both of these men have? End.[/center]
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