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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:49:54 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 7th June 2007
ACW World Tour III: The Road Less Travelled Toyota Center Houston, U.S.A
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------
Ross Lambert vs Ricky Falco
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Marcus Curtis vs. James Fenden
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Scott Andrews vs Kudo Yasuda - No Disqualification
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Mystery Multi-Man Match
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BK London and The Senator vs Wyvern, Starkweather, and Umeko Saito - 2 on 3 Handicap Match
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:51:00 GMT -5
ACW finally returns to the States, and as expected the shows are a veritable scalper’s paradise, with fans desperate to get their hands on tickets. The arena is packed out as the show gets underway, with a new and exciting face to add to the ACW roster…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:51:25 GMT -5
Segment: Introductory Interview (Credit: James Fenden)
*The camera opens up to show James Fenden sitting on the couch with a beat-up guitar and a box of pizza next to him*
James: *sigh* Damn it Dom, why do I have to do this damn interview? You know I hate talking.
Dom (Off Camera): I just thought it'd help you connect more with the fans once you got to ACW.
James: What fans? You expect anything out of my first match? I'm just going to go out there and put on a good match and celebrate by having a couple of beers.
Dom (Off Camera): Dude come on, aren't you even going to try? I mean you dropped your whole damn life to try and make it into wrestling, remember?
James: I guess. So what, am I just going to have to answer a bunch of questions from you? Because if that's the case I want this done soon.
Dom (Off Camera): We'll start off with just you, but I've got guests. We'll go with just you right now. First question. why did you want to start wrestling?
James: Because the band wasn't working out. This damn guitar couldn't bring me any cash, so I thought wrestling would bring a bigger paycheck.
Dom (Off Camera): Okay, but where'd you start watching wrestling?
James: TV of course. I've been stealing my landlord's cable for years. So I got to watching wrestling years ago. I went to the gym and I wanted to be one of the greats, you know? Like Goldberg or Sting.
Dom (Off Camera): So do you think you have a chance of winning your debut?
James: Your god damn right I have a chance. I'm going out into the ring with my head held high and beating the shit out of the unlucky son of a bitch who's my opponent. Their life will be wasted!
Dom (Off Camera): You mean that one move you were working on? Didn't you break your arm the last time you attempted that trick?
James: Trust me, I can do it this time. You'll see.
Dom (Off Camera): Riiiiiiight. So, before we end, any closing statements?
James: Yeah. ACW, show me what you got!
Dom (Off Camera): Alright, ACW watch out. You got the Seattle Stallion James Fenden coming your way. That was James Fenden and this is his buddy, Dom Garricks signing off.
*Fade to black*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:52:30 GMT -5
Segment: Arrival Issues (Credit: Senator)
The Senator: Yes, you two need to get to work as soon as we get in here, Fitsharris, go find Tim Dwight, and tell him I need his help ASAP, Kalb, I want you to go call up the DNC, and get those documents that I requested, I truly can not wait any longer on them.
Anthony Kalb: Yeah, sure Boss.
Kevin Fitsharris: You going to let us have the keys to the office?
Senator: No, not until you can both prove to me that you can handle your regular responsibilities…now, what is this?
Such was the scene that greeted the camera, as Steve Phillips and the Capitalists arrive at the Arena, when a phalanx of security suddenly charged out of the doors before they could enter.
Senator: May I ask what this is about?
Chief Guard: Sir, I have to ask you three to come with us here.
Senator: Is this something to do with Gingerdude? He can hardly ban me from the building when I am scheduled to appear here, and I shall be consigned to the role of a dogcatcher before I bow down to his petty machinations!
Guard: No, Sir, order came from Commissioner White.
Senator: So I see…Ol’ Dan might love to cause trouble on his own time, but when he is placed at the helm, the guy becomes as protective as they come…
Guard: I’m sorry, but I really do need to escort you to your office, Sir.
Kalb: Oh, buzz off, little man, I don’t need you to tell us again!
Guard: I don’t want to do this, ok?
Fitsharris: Sure you don‘t…no, I think you’re itching for a fight, you want to fight, I’ll take on the whole bunch of you! Bring it on!
Kalb: Aww, for Heaven’s sake, Kev, don‘t do this…
Senator: Stand down, Fitsharris! I apologize for his behavior, and we will be on our way.
Kevin Fitsharris still takes a feint punch at the guard, but goes along with the rest of his allies, as they head into the building, the guards accompanying them, every step of the way. Will they be enough to prevent any trouble? Knowing what we all know about ACW, and the competency level of their security staff…likely not.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:54:13 GMT -5
Segment: Deal (Credit: Zero / Freeman) The scene opens up to Jay Zero with a nice black eye with Mr. Rivera standing along side him backstage. The boos begin to spark up, even being heard backstage as Jay adjusts the title around his waist and takes the spotlight. [/center] Zero: I know that you all have questions….I know that you all are wondering the same exact things so if its answers you want, then answers you’ll get. [/color] He licks his lips. [/center] Zero: I was going to answer everything you had to throw at me on Monday. I had an interview set up for inside the ring, but after the brutal match that I won for my team, Santiago Rivera and that….that horrible human being Ares attacked me from behind![/color] The crowd pops and Mr. Rivera looks disgusted. [/center] Zero: I had all the answers for you, but after that cheap move I had a concussion that took me out of the remainder of the show. [/color] Booooo. [/center] Zero: So now that I’m back, with this beautiful faced, bruised, I’ll tell you all, everything! [/color] Mr. Rivera: And Santiago I know you’re listening so you better pay close attention you ungrateful piece of shit! Zero: Santi, I knew what you were planning. From the very start, you had the intentions of befriending me and then at the least expected moment, turn on me and viscously pick away at me. Santi, I read you like a book and if you were smart enough, you’d of taken the opportunity during my ladder match. If you were smart, that would have been your time to “release the ironman.”
But INSTEAD, you didn’t. So last Thursday, I saw you get your International Title opportunity, I listened to every thing you said to me and at the end of the day it was Jay who got the last laugh. You walked out, with no title, no respect, and an arena full of humiliation! [/color] Mr. Rivera: And he deserved every last bit of it! Zero: Santi, you chose your fate at Fallen Heroes, and after your weeks of planning all that’s happened is that gun backfired back in your face and you’re back at Day one. Now, as for attacking me on Monday? Finally, something smart of you. But the thing is, you needed your little buddy Ares to do the dirty work for you. He started it and took me down until you had the chance to end it. Rivera it’s time for you and I to stop staring at each others backs, so tonight, I want you to be a man and meet me out in that ring, comprende?
Now --- Mr. Rivera I believe you were calling your son a piece of shit! [/color] He waves Mr. Rivera on to take the spot light as the boos can be heard from the crowd. [/center] Mr. Rivera: Oh, that’s right. Since you joined this place Santi, all you’ve been doing is building me up as the bastard who never cared. Santi, it’s you that never cared. What you don’t know is that every week that you were in college, I sent you a ---- “Hey Hey, enough of the sappy I loved you crap!” Jason Freeman walks up to the scene with the International Title over his shoulder. [/center] Mr. Rivera: Who the— Zero: J Free, what brings you by? [/color] Freeman: Zero, you and I need to talk! Zero: Well, I’m here, you’re there. I say these are good talking conditions. What d’ya want? [/color] Freeman: Listen to me, I know how much you hate Santiago and—and you too Mr. Rivera! You seem to hate your son too, but so do I. Zero: Hmm. [/color] Freeman: He's been bugging Commisioner Dan for a rematch for MY International Title. The guy won't stop trying to take it from me! Now Jay, let’s do the math. We both don't like him...you want Santi out of the picture, and so do I....so how about you and I just work with each other for a while and make sure that Santi is completely out of the picture; for good! Jay looks over to Mr. Rivera who begins to smirk. Jay bites his upper lip and then finally responds. [/center] Zero: So, you and I just work together and…..get rid of him? [/color] Freeman: It’s as simple as that. What do you say? Zero: Hmphh…well I’m not going to lie, that sounds like a pretty sweet deal. BUT, I also had mixed notions for “saving” you from losing that title last week. [/color] Freeman: Hold on a second...you "saved" me? I wasn't going to lose that match! Zero: Oh cut the bullshit everyone knew Santiago had you numbered! I saved you Freeman, but not because I like you…no. Because that should have been my shot at the title; I beat Santi at Spring into Hell, why should he get rewarded with that title shot? [/color] Freeman: Whoa, whoa, hold on...what exactly are you trying to say here? Zero: I’m saying you have a deal, but once he’s gone, don’t expect me to be on your side and not take that title away from you. [/color] Jay extends his hand and looks at Freeman who’s now questioning the act. He sighs, understanding the compromise and puts his hand out. The two firmly grip hands and shake. [/center] Freeman: Deal. Jay pulls Freeman forward, very close to his face. [/center] Zero: Deal. [/color] Jay pushes Freeman back with his hand on the International Title. He spins around and begins to exit in the opposite direction with Mr. Rivera following him. Freeman stares down the corridors at Jay and begins to smirk whispering a “Rivera has no chance now…”
The scene fades. End.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:54:40 GMT -5
Segment: This is now personal (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The scene opens in one of ACW's many locker rooms. A hand is shown with tape around it and more is being put on it with another hand. The camera then zooms out to show Ricky Falco as the person who is wrapping up his hands with tape, obviously getting ready for his upcoming match. Sitting, next to him is his father, the great, Sonny Mournings.
Sonny: I want to thank you for having my back last week. I didn't mean to get in a fight with that guy, its just....well, he pissed me off. And if there is one thing I hate, its when people piss me off.
Ricky: Hey dad, I understand. I can't wait until Omega Effect when I can kick his ass in the center of that ring. Not only do I get to do it once, I get to do it twice. That is going to be the greatest night of my life, I can feel it right now. And after what happened Monday, this is more then just a match, its personal now.
Sonny: Yeah, but tonight, you need to concentrate on Ross. That guy seems like one hot son-of-a-gun that will be tough to beat.
Ricky: Ahh, don't worry, I got it covered.
Sonny: I know you do, but I want to go out there with you tonight.
Ricky: No, I am not going to let you do that. You need to stay back here, a man of your age might get hurt out there.
Sonny stands up from his chair, picks it up and throws it into the wall.
Sonny: The hell, I'm too old. Last week, I kicked a mans ass that is 20 years younger then me, how can you be worried about me getting hurt out there?!?
Ricky: Dad, calm down. I also asked Mr. White and he said that he would ban Leon from coming to the arena tonight, so you will be safe back here.
Sonny: God dammit, I don't need any protection. What I ne--
Sonny is cut off by a knock on the door. Ricky walks over to answer it and sees a stage crew member standing there.
Stage Crew Member: Mr. Falco, its time for your match.
Ricky: Thanks
The stage crew member walks away from the open doorway.
Ricky: Dad, I'm going to go out there. You stay back here and relax, OK?
Sonny: Bah, who needs to relax? Listen, I'm going to go out to my car and grab something, good luck on your match.
Ricky walks away, then Sonny leaves the room as well. A camera follows Sonny and it shows him going out into the parking lot. He walks over to a white car, unlocks it and starts digging through the back seat to try and find what he is looking for. He mumbles to himself, "It must be in the trunk" and gets out of the back seat. He walks over and opens the trunk, then a blast of something hits Sonny in the face. Sonny starts rolling on the ground, blinded by whatever it was. Out of the trunk comes Leon Chase with a fire extinguisher in his hand. He hits Sonny a few more times with it then grabs the keys to the car.
Leon: Hey, old man. Thanks for the car, and I hope you don't feel to flattened out after this. HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Leon gets in the front seat of the car, turns the car on, and drives forward a little. Then the white lights of a car backing up shine brightly to the camera. He starts going back, looking like he is going to run over Sonny, when a person runs at the car with a crowbar and smashes the windshield. The person is Ricky Falco trying to save his father. Ricky smashes the window and prevents Leon from backing up any further. He continues to hit Leon and does in the head, as Leon gets out the passenger side door and starts running. He then gets into a limousine then the limo speeds off while Ricky is chasing it.
Ricky turns around and walks back to his father. He crouches next to him and starts yelling, "HELP! I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!!!" Some referees and EMTs come and put Sonny on a stretcher before the camera fades out.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:57:30 GMT -5
Match 1: Ross Lambert vs Ricky Falco (Credit: XS3)
Will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 15:59:01 GMT -5
Death of a Show(wo)man… (Credit: ??/Renix)
The camera opens up to the clacking of boots, the scene is a dark room and it’s not light enough to see much except for the vague image of a steel chair in the room. The door opens and the light from the outer corridor vaguely illuminates the room, a figure walks in but you can’t see his face, the light’s not bright enough, the figure glides across the floor silently towards the light-switch and tampers with it. He pushes it in and begins to turn the dial until you can see the walls and most of the room but not specifically his face.
He walks towards a table in the middle of the room and places a briefcase (black, but now visible for the added light), the man walks around with his back to the camera and he opens there’s the “click” of the briefcase and the hood pops open, the briefcase is wider than the frame of the hidden man and you can see things being pulled out of it.
The man walks around the room to a dresser and opens the armoire doors, he throws off his shirt and places it inside the dresser, he’s hidden behind the door as his jeans are replaced with a pair of tight black jeans, he walks out from behind the doors with a black skin-tight shirt and pulls it over his head.
Heading back to his briefcase he pulls out a little frame… a holster of some sort, he begins to tight it around his waist, he fastens it in and slides across the floor to the wardrobe. He leans over to pull some more gear on, he pulls out a pair of socks and slips them over his feet. He then pulls out a pair of leather boots and uses the steel chair in the middle of the room to balance his foot on while he ties the laces.
Man: … how can I take what means so much to me? She’s my only friend… but my freedom rides on it… it’s either myself or her and it pains me to do it… but I have to… I have to take this shot or else… it’s either a serious injury or 2 deaths I… I can’t let that happen, there need not be anymore needless deaths and so I’ve got to do this.
The man has strapped on both boots and is pulling on some gloves and wrist guards. He’s walking back around to his briefcase and he pulls out something that glistens in the moonlight of the window… a steel glint. The light makes out the weapon form… a Winchester Riot Dagger... the figure soon pockets the blade and continues over to his briefcase where he pulls out the final piece… his balaclava.
Man: Life is Fragile but people come and go… she will soon be forgotten and after my freedom is ascertained I shall drift into the shadows as they will forget me too… I’ll take the money from my boss, leave the country and never show my face again…
The man walks over to the table and picks up a bottle, he downs it all in one go and he continues to pull his Balaclava Down, he does some muscle preparation, stretching his arms, legs and back and loosening up his neck, then he drifts across the floor to sit down on the chair in silent thought.
He’s planted in the chair in deep thought until there’s a knock on the door. The door opens quietly as the masked man stands up and spins around, blade out in under a second.
Intruder: Easy there buddy… it’s me. Can I come in or are you busy?
Masked: … I’m fine, come on in and make it quick. I’m already on edge here…
Intruder: I see you downed those relaxants I packed you.
The Intruder walks in and closes the door behind him, taking care not to expose his face.
Masked: Your brother is making me stab my only friend… you do realize that after this ends I’m completely ridden of you and should we bump in the future I will not hesitate to dig your grave…
Intruder: Don’t be making threats at this stage… and hey as far as being ridden of us don’t be so quick to jump the gun… if you pull this off we might have some more jobs for you.
The masked man hacks up his throat before spitting at the feet of the intruder.
Masked: That’s what I think of your jobs.
Intruder: Well your opinion is irrelevant right now… we need your friend out of the picture.
Masked: But why?
Intruder: It starts a chain reaction, she’s out because she’s one of the reasons we’re failing… it’s people like her that stop US getting on TV… sluts like her that can get away with flashing their tits to Chairman Gingerdude and will headline Pay-Per-Views… alternate example? Rena Matheson for a start and then there’s people who used their wives to get a job… XS3 and Christine-Irvine, Hitman and Serenity Ramirez and even the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal winner… BK London and his wife Kiley.
Masked: That’s aload of crap, the women here are good people. They’re not money grabbing sluts…
Intruder: You haven’t seen the Danny Mainer and Mei Feng Vanconnant tape have you?
Masked: No, I don’t think I want to..
Intruder: It’s not nice…
Masked: Gah, but then even if we did take her out what’d you do?
Intruder: Well, simply put we’d take over and reinvent the company… rename… repaint and it’ll be good as new for us to make money and finally get our point across to the world.
Masked: I understand you looking out for your older bro but did these people really do anything to you?
Intruder: Families stick together man… now listen you’d best get to work or else it’ll be dawn.
Masked Man: Alright… listen. I want my cash as soon as I’m finished so I don’t have to deal with you…
Intruder: You’ll have your money… now get out and EARN IT.
The masked man gets up and walks for the door, he cracks open and walks out down the corridor, the prior light that was there before has suddenly gone out and it’s completely dark as the masked man scales along the corridor slowly to a fade.....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:00:43 GMT -5
Segment: The Wrath of the Commish (Credit: Dan)
The scene opens up in the back area, specifically a break area where wrestlers, trainers, and the like can relax before a match is to take place. There are a couple of sofas resting in there. They're green, but that's not really of any relevance. But laying down on one of these sofas is Commissioner Dan, who casually watches TV, sipping coffee as he gazes at the screen, clenching his teeth as the magma-like coffee flows through his mouth. Everything seems calm for once. But then suddenly, the door bursts open and a young fellow bustles through, carrying a large amount of paperwork. He's sweating a little, and clearly is a bit nervous at confronting the Commissioner.
Guy: Um...Commissioner Dan...Sir...
Dan (still uninterested): Whaddaya want, newbie?
Guy: Ok...so I got the ratings for the...the...erm...
Dan tilts his head around, looking slightly ticked off.
Dan: Listen numbnuts, spit it out or I'll make you spit it out.
"Numbnuts": Err...okay...well I got the err, ratings for all of July's shows that you asked for.
Dan clearly looks pissed off now. He storms to his feet, and marches straight up to Numbnuts' face.
Dan: Now listen here Deerinheadlights, I'm a very busy person as you can see and I have no time for silly, pathetic amateur work such as this steaming pile of crap that you have in front of me.
Dan slaps his hand on the paperwork, as Numbnuts remains frozen.
Dan: I specifically requested that I get ratings for the month of June. How the hell am I supposed to try and get shows to match and surpass ratings of June when you've given me the ratings of July? Is this the work of some kind of idiot? Haven't you got it into your little head that this job is a one-time opportunity for you, and that you continuously manage to make that little headache of mine grow, and grow, and grow, and grow, and grow, and grow and grow and grow and grow and grow and growandgrowandgrowandgrowandgrow until, god forbid, it has actually grown to something bigger than my own ego. Now go on, piss off. Maybe I'll do the goddamn work myself.
Despite being told to leave, Numbnuts still remains in the same place. Dan looks at him, squinting his eyes a little.
Dan: Have...have I actually caused you to freeze with pure fear?
Gives a little sarcastic chuckle to himself.
Dan: Oh my god! I've finally found a way to control this nimrods here. But listen here Numbnuts, because this is what you've gotta do. Turn around, run, and run as fast as you can out of my site so I don't summon the devil himself to unleash his ungodly wrath upon you and send you to a firey hell. Got that? GO!
"Numbnuts" turns immediately, and scarpers away. Dan immediately turns, and slouches back on the sofa.
Dan: God, I hate Work Experience folk.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:02:20 GMT -5
Segment: Global Tag Tournament of Champions Update #2 (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to a familiar place which happens to be the first stop of the ACW world tour. What’s in the background is the Tokyo Dome which happens to be the third stop of the Global Tag Team of Championship. The camera then pans over to show Jonny Spade who is sitting on a ledge that is in the parking lot. Once he sees that the camera is pointed in the direction of him his facial expression turns to one of happiness.
Jonny: Hello HOUSTON!
The crowd cheers for the cheep pop.
Jonny: Now I’m sure you all are wondering how G-Unit has done this week on the tournament scene. Well let me be the first to say that Gooey and I were successful in winning the third round here in Tokyo.
Jonny pauses because he knows that the fans will be cheering which they do. After a bit he starts talking again.
Jonny: That’s right. So we are on the next steps to becoming the best of the best known around the world.
More cheers can be heard.
Jonny: So the next you hear from me I will be from London England. See you all then.
End feed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:03:21 GMT -5
Segment: Unwanted Entourage (Credit: BK London)
As the segment opens up, we are immediately brought to the Nurse's office where BK London is sitting on the medical table while his leg is being taped by Nurse Fenty. She has just about finished taping up around the knee area of BK London before placing on his knee pad so he can compete in the match tonight.
Nurse: You know, I don't necessarily advocate going into a match tonight - especially after that battle you had against Jake Cheng on Monday. He nearly broke your leg in two, you should be resting.
BK: Don't worry about it, I'll be fine. I just need to walk on it more a bit to break it in, and I'll be good to go for the match.
Nurse: Alright, but I don't want you doing any reckless moves like on Monday. That could result in a huge injury that could possibly take you out of the Omega Effect main event.
BK: Nurse Fenty, how long have you known me?
Nurse: About 2, 2 1/2 years now.
BK: I'm a smart wrestler, trust me. Don't worry about it. I won't do anything too reckless.
BK slides off the medical table and drops down to the floor before doing a few squats, getting the hang of walking with the tape around his knee.
BK: Now if you will excuse me, I have to introduce a special friend of mine to Wyvern.
BK makes his way out of the Nurse's office and there he sees about 8 members of security surrounding him. He looks around puzzled for a bit and attempts to walk through the big crowd, but they don't seem to be budging.
BK: And what exactly do I owe the presence of Memphis' finest?
One security guard from the pack steps up to speak.
Security: We have been ordered by Commissioner Dan White to make sure you don't get anywhere near Wyvern tonight until the actual main event in order not to ruin his main event for both tonight and at Omega Effect.
BK: ...what?
Security: We hav-
BK: No no no, I heard what you said. This is just great, that Dan just loves getting on my nerves doesn't he?
BK looks around and counts the amount of security guards.
BK: Well, it appears you guys are my entourage for the night. Are you ready to head out? Let's go.
BK makes his way down the corridor with each and every member of security behind him as the segment fades out, not a good start to BK's Meltdown.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:05:16 GMT -5
Segment: “Revisited” (Credit: Kudo)
ACW returns on screen and Kudo is already waiting by his lonesome in front of the camera in the ring. The Houston crowd starts out with quite a few cheers, as expected from a foreign crowd seeing ACW live, but it quickly succumbs to the familiar boos Kudo has heard as of late. Kudo stares into the camera with sunglasses and ARMADA flag at hand.
Kudo: In the wrestling world these days, there are too many draws, and too many no contests. It’s not because everyone’s skill level is the same, no I don’t believe that at all. But nevertheless, matches are always being cut off prematurely, and I’m happy to say that tonight it will not happen with my match. No disqualifications means there will be a conclusive result at the end of this match, and there will be an obvious difference in skill level.
The fans boo but Kudo is seemingly unphased by it, being very receptive to only what he wants to hear.
Kudo(condescendingly): Now I know Scott Andrews is angry after he took the knee felt round the world last week. And it really is a mark of accomplishment when I see Scott’s taped up forehead and knowing that I…contributed to his fall from the top.
Random Loud Fan: Go to hell!
Kudo: Hell can wait, because I’ve got unfinished business to take care of! After I took the Light Heavyweight title from Scott last year, our paths have been deviating in two different directions. Scott Andrews is here competing for the World championship and I’ve been left to watch from beneath his shadow. But now I have my chance to show the world just what I am capable of at this level, and to redirect the path that has been laid out for me.
The crowd does little in changing their demeanor as they unleash an even louder array of boos.
Kudo: Scott Andrews and I have a lot of history, and there’s no question that we’ve been in wars leading up to tonight. But at the same time, there is no question or doubt at all that we left his battered body unconscious on the ground…and a pint of blood on Mexican soil.
*Boo*
Kudo: We didn’t just send him a message, but we used him as the message for the rest of ACW. But this isn’t about the rest of ACW tonight. Because tonight! We revisit Scott Andrews vs. Kudo Yasuda, and bring history back up to date…
“Poison” hits the speakers as several cheers start up, hyped for the match. Kudo seems content with what he’s done, and treads back up the ramp with a smirk on his face.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:05:44 GMT -5
Match 2: Marcus Curtis vs. James Fenden (Credit: Hunter)
Oh come now, what can you truly expect when reading a match summarized by myself? In fact, I doubt CLOTHESLINE any of you are reading this, except maybe AK to make sure that I don't make anyone look FAST like a fool. And PILEDRIVER I haven't, so I assume she'll skip the rest much like all of you. So let me take this opportunity to say CAMEL CLUTCH that I wish smallpox upon all small rodents. Also, I wish SUPLEX to visit Sweden because I hear it's a cool country. And if I could play guitar really KICK OUT fast, I'd so use my skills to cause tornados. That is LEG LARIAT all.
But seriously. Fenden started off the match with a quick hurracanrana, and then rose to his feet and delivered a kick to Curtis' head. Before he could even think about covering, however, Curtis is back on his feet and trips up Fenden, throwing on a leg lock. Fenden is able to throw Curtis off, and then tries to attack him once more, but Curtis sends him crashing back down with a Torture Rack Backbreaker. This truly turns the tide in his favor as he stomps away at one of ACW's newest recruits, giving him what most people would call "a violent welcome." Curtis is just about to put him into the Sharpshooter when suddenly the new guy is able to kick him back into the ropes, and then pulls him back down for a small package pin, which Curtis is able to escape out of, albeit he comes very close to losing.
The match went more back and forth in the middle of it, until eventually Fenden got the brief upperhand after delivering a vicious superkick to Curtis' head, gaining him a two count. In the final few minutes of the match, the men just continuously exchanged moves and got incredibly close to three counts...but never could quite get them. Fenden delivered an enormous powerslam, but Curtis kicked out and instantly threw him into the Warrior Hold. Fenden was able to get a foot under the ropes, and then when he crawled up, Curtis delivered a quick kick to his face. He then lifted him up and tried for the Harambee, but Fenden quickly pulled himself down and threw Curtis down with the DOA. He then went onto the apron and prepared for the Life Wasted, and the moment that Curtis rose, he leapt off for it...but Curtis moves out of the way at the last second and covers him after he crashes down to the mat. Unfortunately for the new guy, he is able to kick out just a millisecond after the three count, giving Curtis the official win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:06:57 GMT -5
The Segment with No Title (Credit: Jake Cheng) Somewhere in the Toyota Center, a man plots his revenge. After being humiliated at the hands of his nemesis, he creates the perfect plan to one-up the man who wronged him so. He lets out an evil laugh that could be heard across the world. Finally....finally..... And in other news, Jake Cheng is being interviewed. Cheng, of course, is carrying his Light-Heavyweight title over his shoulder. But other than that, Jake doesn’t seem like his normal self. Not currently cleared to wrestling, Jake is dressed casually: jeans, an ACW t-shirt and slide on sandals. He wears large sunglasses over his eyes too. His dreadlocks are tied back so that the bandage can wrap around his head. A ling also restricts the movement in his right arm.
But that wasn’t just it. Jake doesn’t look physically different, but mentally too. The Light-Heavyweight Champion looks around nervously as he stands next to Kevin Anderson. An object behind him falls onto the concrete floor and creates a sharp ping; it was an empty can. Jake jumps and nearly falls over. He looks around again hoping no one saw him.Kevin: Jake, you alright? Jake: Yeah, I’m just... Kevin raises his arm and cuts Jake off. A red light can be seen reflecting off of the Jake’s lenses. Recording.Kevin: Today I’m here with the Light-Heavyweight Champion Jake Cheng who suffered only minor injures after he was dropped through a flaming table during his I Quit match during the ACW Third Anniversary show on Monday. Jake, you look like a wreck? How are you felling just a mere three days after quitting to BK London? Jake: How does it look like I’m feeling? These head bandages and sling doesn’t really scream perfect health. I mean, the fact that that I’m not even medically cleared to wrestle...you get it. Kevin: Right. So can I ask you why you quit to London after making it clear you wouldn’t? Jake: Are you dumb? Did you eat paint chips as a child? I was being hung over a flaming table and the only thing keeping me safe was Jame. I didn’t really quit, it was more of a yeah whatever, don’t drop me. I’m not saying I didn’t lose fair and square, I’m just saying I didn’t quit. Kevin: So what does this mean for you and BK now? Jake: Jame and I are even. I had his wife taken before Spring Into Hell and he dropped me into Hell. And to be honest, I don’t know what to do next. I mean, Jame does have a big title shot coming up at Omega Effect. He can’t be bothered with a little tiff with his ex-best friend or something. Jake smirks to himself, he just loves being a clever son of a bitch. Well, mildly clever. And he makes himself laugh.Kevin: Enough about London. Jake: Amen to that. Kevin: What about Flower Power spraying you and B.. Jake: Kevin, I’m going to be honest here. It’s great they got their little minutes of spotlight. This means they can just go back to Japan, fight crime, retired perfectly valid titles and screw....well each other. Kevin: Ain’t that the truth.....I mean uhh speaking of the tag teams, what do you think about G-Unit competing at Global Tag Team Tournament Of Champions? Jake: Waste of time. That tournament is shot And G-Unit.....man, those guys sure know how to live in the past. I don’t know what the hell Jonny is doing still teaming with the “Nachoman” Gooey Garth. Sure, they were great during the Tag Team Golden Years with teams like the Bob and Amo Show, Hunter and Cage, and Top Draw of course. But not anymore. They won’t make their comeback during this tournament. Jonny Spade will come back here to forever be in midcard hell and Gooey will come back and.....eat food. Kevin: So are you saying, for example, the team of you and Jonny back during the Untouchable days is better than G-Unit.? Jake removes his sunglasses to reveal a bruise just under his right eye, around his cheek bone.Jake: Yes. Yes I am.Without warning, Jake walks down the corridor and turns away. Kevin makes a motion to shut the camera off and the cameraman does so. The Top Draw feud....finished? Was verbally attacking G-Unit a smart move?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 7, 2007 16:07:28 GMT -5
Segment: Somewhere Between Heaven And Hell (Credit: Scott)
The camera’s cut backstage to reveal a very nervous looking Jessie Young; and while she may look nervous, she also looks completely stunning as always, dressed in a red, sleeveless, Scarlet Assassin t-shirt, and some black pants. She paces back and forth in a small area of the corridor of the arena, biting her nails and staring into nothingness as she does so. All this stops however as Scott Andrews happens to walk by and notice his ex-girlfriend standing by the wall. He looks puzzled, but at the same time a sort of glow comes over him. He’s obviously happy to see her; maybe she can help him out of this rut.
He walks over to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She turns and smiles, seeing Scott looking her in the eyes for the first time in a long time.
Scott: Jessie? I can’t believe it…you flew all the way out here to see me?
Jessie: Yes, Scott, I did…I’ve been thinking about things for a while, and I think our split was hasty and irrational. I still love you Scott, and I think you still love me too.
Scott tries not to blush, but he can’t hold it in. It’s no secret these two were never meant to part ways in the way they did, if at all. Their chemistry is amazing.
Scott: I do, Jessie, you know I do, and I’m sorry I treated you the way I did. You know how I get in those situations…I lose my mind, my focus; and that night I lost you. Truth is, I really need you right now. I’m going through some tough stuff with AK and Butch, I just don’t know who to trust and it’s tearing me apart, because the decision on who’s side to take is so important.
Jessie: That’s another thing I wanted to talk to you about…I talked to Alicia - - -
Scott: Wait, what?! When?!
Jessie: Warfare.
Scott: I was at Warfare, why didn’t you come and see me then?
Jessie: I guess I was a little hesitant, but then I talked to Alicia and she helped me build up some courage to come and talk to you.
Scott: She - - - she helped you? After everything I did to her and Victor?
Jessie: Yes, she did. She’s wonderful, Scott, and that gargantuan, weasel who you refer to as Butch is a big waste of your time and money. He’s got his own agenda, Scott, trust me.
If there’s one thing Scott can do its trust Jessie. This decision either just became even harder, or really, really easy. Scott’s brain must be reeling in confusion at this point, as he can’t just turn his back on the man who he spent a lot of time with before ACW; he knows Butch; or does he?
Scott: Look, Butch may be a bit on the daft side, but he’s loyal to me. I pay him his money and he does what I tell him; a simple process really. Butch would never betray me, not after all we’ve been through together in the past…
Scott doesn’t sound all too sure of himself, yet he still speaks with sincerity.
Jessie: Look, Scott, people change; look at you. You’ve changed haven’t you? ...Butch has changed too, Scott, I talked to Alicia - - -
Scott: Alicia is telling you what she wants you to hear! I know Butch better than her, and I know he wouldn’t stoop that low…
Jessie: When did you become so naïve, Scott? You used to be so smart, so forward thinking…Look at the bigger picture: what does Butch have to gain from being your lackey? He doesn’t need you at all; he’s using you to get your money. That’s all he cares about. Where was he when you were getting a vicious beating after your match? That’s right; he walked out on you just like he’s going to keep doing, so long as you keep letting him. All I ask of you Scott is that you keep a look out and be wary of that man. I don’t want you to get hurt again, Scott…
Scott looks at the ground. He knows everything Jessie says is valid, yet his stubbornness chooses to ignore her words and not even think about the possibility that one of his old friends could do something so vile, so selfish; but then, what’s stopped Scott from doing so in the past? Tis’ all quite a confusing ordeal for Mr. Andrews.
Jessie: Look, I have to go, Scott, but I’ll get in touch with you soon. I’m running late.
She leans in and gives him a quick peck on the cheek before walking away.
Jessie: Bye…
There’s a look in Scott’s eyes that says he doesn’t want her to leave, but maybe it’s best that he think about what’s been said before coming to any kind of conclusions on the matter. As the scene draws to a close, Scott turns and walks the other way and we zoom out slowly to reveal the conniving Butch Townsend hiding behind the back corner of the corridor; he’s heard everything, and now he’s not even sure how long he can keep Scott on his side. Jessie’s influence on Scott is strong, there’s no denying that, but Scott is still unsure if Alicia’s motives are of revenge or if she truly wants to help him no thanks to the venomous words that seep through Butch’s lips. These four have unresolved issues that are escalating at an alarming rate. How long will it be before Scott bursts; or will Jessie’s presence and partnership be enough to stop his world from coming down around him?
FADE OUT.
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