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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:39:00 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 14th June 2007
ACW World Tour III: The Road Less Travelled New Alhambra Arena Philadelphia, U.S.A
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------
James Fenden vs. Mr. Red
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Thunderkiss vs. Nick Durden
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Jason Freeman vs. Jake Cheng
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Jay Zero vs VorteX vs Ross Lambert - ACW Entertainment Title - Hardcore Match
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Wyvern vs BK London
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:45:11 GMT -5
Philadelphia. The location surely needs no introduction… so with that in mind, it’s off to the more opulent-than-usual surroundings backstage… or is it?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:45:36 GMT -5
Segment: Hometown advantage (Credit: BK)
As the scene opens up, immediately the hard hitting sounds of "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z blasts throughout the PA system in the arena and the crowd goes absolutely bananas for the former ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London. BK London steps onto the stage before looking to the left and right, surveying all 1,000 plus fans in the tightly packed New Alhambra Arena.
He makes his way down the ramp to the ring, slapping hands with the diehard ACW fans in the front row and even posing for a picture with one of his female fans. He now hops up on the apron and enters the ring before climbing up to the middle rope and striking the ever popular *BK Pose*. The pose has been catching on all over the country, and apparrently all over Philly as many members of the crowd can be seeing striking the pose as well.
BK hops down from the middle turnbuckle and is handed a microphone by Phillip.
As the crowd dies down, BK London attempts to speak on the mic but it appears it isn't projecting through the speakers. He switches between the on and off button at the bottom of it, but nothing. After a few moments, Phillip throws another mic in the ring - which appears to be working and BK gives a thumbs up which gets a pop from the crowd.
BK: All time high profit from our third World Tour, and we still manage to have shitty equipment. Where the money is going is beyond me.
"LONDON"
"LONDON"
"LONDON"
"LONDON"
The chants continue to circulate through the small arena and it would seem as if he's some cult king over in Philly. He attempts to calm them down one more so he can cut the promo in the ring, but they get riled up one more time. After about 2 more minutes, they finally begin to die down once again.
BK: While Omega Effect III - the highly anticipated biggest PPV ever in ACW History is rapidly approaching, I'm actually not here to talk about that tonight. You see, Omega Effect I'll get to somewhere down the line, I'm more focused on the task at hand tonight. And that's me kicking Wyvern's ass all over Philadelphia!
Cheap pop, but huge pop nonetheless.
BK: For weeks on end, Wyvern has been spouting from the mouth about how he's going to wipe the floor with us at Omega Effect III. Ever since I won the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale in April - Wyvern has seemed to, downplay anything I have every done. He has attempted to spit on and tarnsih my legacy at any golden opportunity he can - once he recieves a mic in his hand. He has overlooked me, and why? Simply because of his track record in one on one matches against me. And you know what? I completely understand that. If I managed to make someone tap out in two different matches - I'd probably brag about it and use it to my advantage as well, but doesn't realize one thing. He doesn't seem to comprehend something that's very from when we last fought...
Dramatic pause.
BK: ... I'm not the same BK as before. This BK London, he..he has matured. No longer am I the reckless kid with the brash mouth who has to TIME and TIME again prove how good I am. It took me three long years in ACW, from when I first won the ACW Entertainment Champion at Heatwave 2004 - to standing in this very ring right now, for people to see me as a legitimate threat. And with that, I gained the respect of many wrestlers from the back whether they like me or not. And those who have continued to overlook me, I have made sure that not only did I defeat them - but I was instrumental in the downfall of their careers.
BK walks around the ring and walks towards the ropes before turning to the camera.
BK: So Wyvern, that brings us to our match tonight. You see, for weeks on end I thought of challenging you - but I had to wait for the right place. And when I heard we we're making a stop in the Old ECW Arena in Philly - I knew there would be no place better.
A HUGE pop from the crowd as BK now begins to exit the ring and makes his way over to the crowd barrier.
BK: These are my people Wyvern. THESE are the fans I have been dying for for years.
BK steps over the barricade and begins to walk through the crowd. The hardcore fans cheers and yell, and even manage to pat BK on the back. He walks all the way up to the steps and turns back towards the crowd.
BK: These people Wyvern, they thrive for competition as do I. Whether it's totally brutal hardcore matches or great technical contests - these people live for it. While we aren't in New York City tonight, I'd say this place feels like home to me. That would sort of mean, I have the hometown advantage - would it not? Tonight Wyvern, I'm going to defeat you one on one and THEN at Omega Effect - I'm taking back what's mine!
"Kingdom Come" blasts through the PA System once again and the crowd goes into a frenzy and chants of "B-K! B-K! B-K B-K!" close off the segment.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:45:59 GMT -5
Segment: Short and Sw—sweet? (Credit: Zero) Jay Zero is the head of the shot as we fade into our next segment of ACW Meltdown. Zero is standing alongside of Charlotte King. [/center] Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time I am joined by the Entertainment Champion, Jay Zero! The boos defiantly make their impact as Jay nods to Charlotte, acknowledging his introduction. [/center] Charlotte: Jay, on Monday you told the world that you were interested in backing up Jason Freeman in his International title defense against Santiago Rivera tonight, any comments? Zero: Heh, Charlotte darling! Didn’t you hear?!? [/color] Charlotte, unaware to the situation shakes her head no. [/center] Zero: Earlier I was on the phone with the Chairman, and after Freeman’s excessive begging and pleading and with my persuasive tone, Ginger decided to OVER TURN Commissioner Dan’s title match up! [/color] The crowd begins to boo as Jay smirks. [/center] Zero: So tonight, Freeman has action in the ring with the Asia Minor Superstar, Jake Cheng! [/color] Mixed reactions from the crowd in attendance. [/center] Zero: --And Santiago Rivera will have the evening off! [/color] Boooooo! [/center] Charlotte: Well…I guess that explains all of that. Now, Jay, ever since you won that Entertainment title, you have failed to defend it yet. Now toni— Zero: Now tonight I have to go out the squared circle and once AGAIN tear apart those nobodies Vertex and the Lamborghini! But this time, Dan has made things a bit interesting because now this beat down won’t be as boring for me!
This time….I get to bring in stop signs, baking sheets, trash cans, steel chairs, table, ladders, you name it and it’ll be in there! Because tonight, the amazing, remarkable, astonishing, MIND BLOWING Jay Zero is going to thrash those two and pound on their skulls like a drum, AAAAALLL throughout the New Alhambra Arena! [/color] This crowd from Philly sure was used to the likes of ECW here and they begin to cheer for Jay Zero and his blood thirsty, conniving attitude which is quite unusual. A “Hard-Core!” chant establishes its way through the crowd. [/center] Zero: So Charlotte you quote me on this! Tonight, I guarantee that Jay Zero is going to show you all the real meaning of hardcore! Tonight, I guarantee that Jay Zero isn’t just going to be a part of the show, but he’s going to start it, he’s going to STEAL IT, and then he’s going to finish it! And finally, tonight…..I guarantee that the Marvelous one that they call Zero will walk out of this arena with blood dripping off his forehead, a smile on his face, and the Entertainment Championship around…His….Waist!
I’ll see you ALL at the show! [/color] Without any more comments in store, Jay stares off into the camera holding up the Entertainment Title, and then he pivots to the side and walks off camera. [/center] Charlotte: Well then…..Jay Zero everybody! He takes on Vortex and Ross Lambert in a Triple Threat Hardcore match tonight! Charlotte flashes a big, beautiful smile to the camera, showing off her pearly whites as the scene fades out. End[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:46:33 GMT -5
Segment: Blargh, I’m Late (credit: Jake and Jonny)
The Never Ending Tour. The next step on the US leg of the third ACW World Tour takes the superstars to BLANK/ The BLANK crowd boos loudly as they watch the Asian Extraordinaire, Jake Cheng enter the BLANK. He carries his usual non-description deserving gym bag, Light-Heavyweight title, and a piece of paper. Cheng traces his finger on the paper, and then points down a hallway.
He finds himself in a long hallway with doors down one side and random equipment down the other. Jake checks all of the doors but none of them are his doors. My pen is running out of ink. I hate final exams. And eventually Jake gets to the end of the hallway so he takes a left to continue his search.
Jake continues his locker room search down a new shorter hallway. His room can’t be down this one though; it doesn’t have any doorways. It doesn’t have much of anything, just a guy resting against a wall reading a newspaper. Jake tries to see whom it is, but doesn’t get a god look at the person. Luckily though, the man looks up and Jake recognizes the face somewhat and thinks it resembles the man known as Gooey Garth’s.
Jake: ...Gooey...?
He doesn’t realize the face of Gooey until he is clear past him. Their eyes meet before Jake continues on.
Another left brings Jake into another long hallway, practically identical to the first hallway. Looking at the nameplate on every door, Jake eventually finds his room. But he doesn’t enter. The Light-Heavyweight Champion stands in front of the door, looking onward down the hall, with a puzzled expression on his face. He turns his head around to look back the way he came.
Jake: Gooey....but....huh?
He looks straightforward again and finds himself face to face with Jonny Spade who is down a ways from Jake. Jake staggers back a step and checks behind him, noticing Gooey stepping around the corner, looking at the two, arms crossed, looking tough. Jonny steps up in close to Jake’s face.
Jake: What the hell? Don’t you two have...
Jonny: Round was delayed. Wouldn’t matter though, I never back down from a challenge.
Jake: Challenge? I wouldn’t call it a challenge. More like a dare. It didn’t matter if you showed up, you can’t fight me because you aren’t on the active roster.
Jonny: Who need a match when I can kick your ass right here?
The crowd cheers and Jake smirks.
Jake: Oh right. And it’s a good thing you got your enforcer here for when the tables turn against you. I mean, when was the last time you beat me one on one? Oh right never.
Jonny: It doesn't matter right now how many times you had pinned me. I am not looking for a match I want a fight.
Jake: Heh heh, what ever you think helps you feel better about yourself.
Jonny turns red in the face and cannot hold back any longer. He lunges at Jake, who tries to step out of the way. Both the men land on the floor, Jonny tries to throw some punches but Jake has himself well guarded. Gooey runs over and tries to pull Jonny off of Jake. Then Stan exits from the locker room to help break up the backstage brawl.
The two groups are separated: Gooey leads Jonny down the hall as Stan helps Jake into the locker room. Once they are out of earshot, they begin to speak.
Gooey: Remember man, stick to the plan.
Jake: All goes according to plan.
Plans galore! I can barely read this now, its just scratches on the paper. Damn cheap ass Staples brand pens. Both sides think they have an ace up their sleeve but who will get the final word.
Neither of them.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:47:41 GMT -5
Match 1: James Fenden vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Hunter)
And here we are once more, ladies and gentlemen, an undercard match that is masterfully summed up by yours truly, the holy Master of the Counter and Twist Whore. Alas, only one of those titles will be exploited, and it isn't everyone's favorite (I'll let you decide which that may be). So let's get down to it, shall we? Fenden. Red. Masters of their domain. The match started off, as any other usually does, with a quick pace, as shown by Fenden's charge into the ring, which turned into a kip up, which turned into an out of nowhere superkick to the face of Red. Fenden posed victoriously for a brief moment, and then proceeded to get Red in a headlock. He then began to punch the everlasting shit out of him, until Red was able to rise to his feet and back drop him. Red didn't both for the quick cover, and instead bothered with the Boston Crab...which just so happened to be broken when Fenden found himself a rope.
The match took an expected turn to the slow side, as by the second paragraph I try to throw in random submissions. That, and I like to rest my fingers and type slowly so as to fit the mood of the match. Well...not really. But you believed me for a second, didn't you? The thing is, really, I just used all of these sentences and phrases and the like to say one very thing: Fenden kicked out at the one. It doesn't matter what Red hit him with, but he kicked out from it. Let's go on from there. Fenden blocked a few punches and kicks before pulling out a surprise headbutt, which he followed with a missile dropkick. When Red recovered, Fenden hit him with a snap suplex, and then locked him into a fujiwara armbar. Red quickly rolled out of it, and when the two kipped up and attempted superkicks...well...we all know what happens when two people kick at each other at the same time. I needn't describe it.
So after about a six count, the two rose to once again attempt to knock the other the fuck out, obviously without the unintended side effect of partaking in the act of getting knocked the fuck out (knockuckis?). So Fenden came up with the brilliant idea of elbowing Red in the face to briefly distract him, and then hitting him with a Fisherman's buster, which, despite a cringe-inducing landing, only gets him a two and a half count. Desperate, the new guy stomps away at Red, until Red is able to roll out of the way, kip up, and throw out a surprising Cincinnati Swing. What's more surprising, however, is the fact that Fenden is actually able to kick out of such a vicious move. Red lifts him up for the Drop of Red, but Fenden is able to elbow him once more, and then push him away. He then hops over the rope onto the apron, and leaps off the second that Red turns around so as to nail him with the Life Wasted, much to the pleasure of the fans. And as they scream their approval, the ref hits the mat three times, finally garnering Fenden his much sought after win.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
Segment: Double or Quits (Credit: Ross Lambert) The scene opens onto the visibly sweating Spike Lambert, dressed up in his jeans, Converses and Metallica Hoodie he’s walks down a corridor with ACW spraypainted on the walls. Spike walks down it at a incredible pace, his normal smug grin completely wiped. Spike uses his hands to brush his hair back, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of water, he squirts it onto his face as he continues to peg down the hall. On reaching the right door, he pulls out a key and opens the door. The room shown is the luxurious office of Ross Lambert. Ross’s face lightens up as Spike storms in. Ross: Ahh my dearest little bro, I assume everything is going to plan. Spike’s face drops and Ross’s face is a look of concern. Spike: Takanashi fucked up… Ross stands up and slams his palms on the table. Ross: WHAT?! Do you know how much shit this is going to get us in?! Spike: Dude… I’ve got it all sorted… simply put we send a second assassin to take them both out. Ross: How the FUCK does that work out?! No doubt Takanashi has told his girlfriend, Renix, and her other boyfriend, Nick Turden… Spike: Apparently not, Ross… Taka squealed… but AFTER Renix put a knife in him. Ross: How do you know this? Spike: ‘cause this countries health service is SHIT! They tell you anything. Ross: And…? Spike: There’s a dock-off stab wound in his bicep. That and Renix hasn’t been seen backstage tonight… he went AWOL on the night of the planned attack. Ross: Bah this is it… no doubt she’ll want revenge. We’re set to be screwed more than Paris Hilton… Spike looks at the camera in awe. Spike: I have an idea but it’s risky, maybe if we challenged Renix to a match at Omega Effect III we will see the end of this year… Ross: Hmm… legally this is a risky business and so a knifing isn’t unexpected, Hell there’s been a lot worse, look back at the late Bryan Pillman? Spike: Don’t… Ross: The way we could end this… she can’t sue me technically as I’ve not done anything but maybe we can compromise this situation to our advantage. Spike: What you thinking bro? Ross has calmed down significantly now, he’s walking around the room pacing, stroking his chin. Ross: What about this… since technically we OWN Takanashi and they’re good friends we can do it like this… at OMEGA EFFECT THREE! There’s a cheap pop from the audience at this. Ross: Maybe we can challenge Renix to a match… but it’d be on my terms. How about this… if I.. Ross Lambert win… Renix quits ACW. The crowd are audibly booing at this. Ross: But if Renix wins… I’ll take full legal responsibility for Taka’s actions, Renix can keep him and well I’ll go to Jail. The crowd let out a THUNDEROUS ovation. Spike: You can’t be serious. Bro… you CAN’T do that. Ross: Oh I can. Spike: You’re insane! If you go to jail… The Republic will fall apart man, you’re the staple, the man on a mission, you’re the tip of the splinter… you’re the most important part bro. Ross: Thanks for the kind words but anything to get rid of that broad is good enough for me… believe me, even if I had to kiss Gingerdude’s ass live on air for the chance to have her deported… Spike: So I best you’d go address your “loyal” fans eh bro? Suddenly, the door opens and in pops ACW’s resident Jesus (died for his sins, came back soon after >_>), Danny Mainer, the crowd boo even louder at this unexpected arrival. Ross: Danny! ‘sup? Danny: Great news… I got some inside scoop… Renix has been seen… Ross: Where? Danny: She’s attending Taka at bedside… the guy’s in a pretty bad way, I left him some flowers… Ross: Care to tell me why? Danny: I liked the guy… he’s one helluva Video Gamer. Ross: DANNY! Don’t be getting buddy buddy with the tools! Danny: Trust me Ross… I found out a lot of deets about Renix from him. Ross: Like what? Danny: No good dirt, just her ickle dweems, it’s hilarious stuff. Ross: Heh we’ll have to discuss that later, no doubt a good listen… OK listen, Danny you’re coming with me, Spike I’d bring you but it’s too many targets in one place… I’d like you to find Kenji though.. he’s coming, you’ve got the job of making sure Mimi and Charlotte don’t rip each other’s throats out down in the green room… Spike’s face lights up at this like a Christmas tree, a big cheesy grin… more cheesy than David Hasselhoff. Spike: I’m heading out to go get Kenji… I think he’s out playing Basketball again. Danny: Y’know, despite the fact he like… totally tripped on getting Renix, he still set us up to get rid of her completely. Spike: Danny have you heard Ross’s crazy idea? Ross: Heh. You’ll love it. Danny: Go on, spill the beans. Ross: Well I’m officially challenging (he looks at the camera as he says this) Renix Williams to a match at Omega Effect THUR-EE. Danny: What’s crazy about that? Ross: Simple, if I, Mr. Ross Lambert win, Renix is fired from ACW. That’s it, bang, done, no more Headliner… Nick Durden is on his no-friends… Danny: What does Ms. Williams get? Ross: The blonde Ms. Williams of ACW will be aloud to keep Takanashi, and I’ll own up to all of the crimes that Mr. Takanashi has committed which include… Breaking and Entering… Attempted Murder and also Stalking. Danny: Stalking?! Ross: Ahh yes, he was spotted around the house, looking for ways in. Danny: But you’re gonna’ go to JAIL MAAAAN! You’re insane. Ross’s smile drops. Danny: … Ross: Ja? Danny: I FUCKIN’ LOVE IT! Dude this is your best idea yet… you’re going to make Renix your ho. What stipulation did you have in mind? Ross: I plan to unveil that on my public address… which will take place as soon as Spike gets Biggie back in here… Danny: Biggie? Ross: You haven’t met Kenji? You poor bastard man… he’s awesome.. he’s like 6’9… he can beat up anyone, Hell he can lift a car above his head… Danny: Ross: Only convertibles and some sedans mind but it’s a helpful talent. He’s a total badass, he can wreck anything and… Suddenly, the door opens and in steps the huge frame of Kenji Zakahashi, Kenji lowers his head so he can fit through the door and walks up to Ross’s desk. Ross: He’s here! Kenji my man, how you doin’? Kenji: Pretty good man… I dropped a car on someone the other day… Danny: Woah… Ross: Nice. Oh! Where are my manners? Kenji… meet Danny Mainer. We go waaaay back. Kenji extends his hand, and Danny goes to shake it, Kenji shakes the hand but as he pulls up, Danny is lifted off the ground out his seat. Danny: WAAAGGGHHH! PUT ME DOWN DUDE! Kenji let’s go and Danny crashes in a heap on the floor. Ross: Now that formalities are over, Kenji, Danny we’re off to take the ring. Ready? Kenji: Sounds cool… Danny: Yeah sounds awesome. The 3 get up and walk out the door, they shut it behind them as Spike reaches into a draw on Ross’s desk and pulls out cards and begins to shuffle them. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:50:03 GMT -5
Segment: Lonely Train (Credit: Michael) Kevin Anderson stands by with a camera as he knocks on the HQ of Nick Durden and crew, which is of course, just a door in the back of the locker rooms where Nick Durden, Kirsten Carter, and Renix Williams play poker, Nick and Kirsten sitting on stools while Renix sits on the couch. All three seem to be in the drinking mood, taking swills and swigs of what seemed like a concoction of Trinidadian Sorrel Shandy and Smirnoff Ice.KIRSTENCome in! Todd opens the door and looks around, taking note of poker chips, alcohol, and then stares at Kirsten.KIRSTENYes? KEVINAren’t you 19? KIRSTENYes, but the legal buying and selling age is 21… People just say legal drinking because I can’t exactly buy it… I can however drink in a private setting. KEVINLook, be that as it may, I’m here, with the fans at home to interview you people. Now if you guys will stop swilling alcohol mixtures, and making bets… I mean, Nick, you say you’re trying to teach kids honor, but how is drinking and gambling anything to do with honor? NICKWell- KEVINI think you’re a sham to be honest. NICKYou know Kev, just because I have yet to whoop your ass like everyone else, doesn’t mean I won’t. Now. For one, samurais of old also drank, and they were all about honor. I mean, kids at home should know, drinks like this is for grown-ups, especially when they’ve had a rough day. KEVINLike having one of the poorest stretches of your career or being the joke of many wrestling columns when being compared to Thunderkiss? Nick maintains a momentary cool, but as soon as Kevin opens his mouth again...his eyes narrow.NICKI’m going to ignore you saying that for your own good, Kevin, so please don’t try my patience, okay? Nick sinks back down into his chair and rubs the bridge of his nose, breathing very slowly as he takes a few more cleansing breaths. He takes a sip of the Shandy, and lets out a deep breath.KEVINAlright, alright uh…well, Nick, you have a match against Thunderkiss, someone who’s been on a true tear as of late. NICKLook partner, it’s as simple as this. I am not worried about Thunderkiss in the leastest. Cite my win/loss record all you want, but I’m still the sickest fucker out there, and I’m still, like, fuckin’ people up and shit. Like, breakin’ em down to like…linguini. With Parmesan. KEVINWell I’m sorry to say, but there are and were a number of competitors who could obviously not only hand a break down to you but crush you… I mean, Scott Andrews, for instance….Jake Cheng, BK London, Starkweather, The Senator, Atomic Kitsune, Wy- NICKSo help me god, Kevin if you complete the next syllables in that sentence… Kevin slowly stares at the camera and gets nervous and decides to quickly switch gears.KEVINAll I’m saying guys is that, well what makes you so special? NICKIt’s a simple matter of the unconventional conventional… There are things in this world that are easily conventional, conventionally easy, unconventionally easy, and easily unconventional, but Nick Durden is unconventionally conventional. I’m something you wouldn’t expect to expect. Like, a cherry in cherry ice cream, or lemonade in a limeade factory. No one knows why or for what reason we’re here, but all that really matters is we’re here and at all sides we’ve got you like...confused. That’s my advantage over everyone else. No one knows I’m here and yet there and yet somewhere there and yet here at the same time ‘cause over there is over here and before you know it, now you’re thinking you’re safe but let’s not get it twisted. You ain’t. KEVINWhat? NICKWhat you mean what? That’s plain English. KEVIN…What? NICKWhat what!? What country you from? KEVINWait, what? NICKWhat ain’t no damn country I ever heard of. Don’t you speak English!? NICKNo no, let’s not do that again. RENIXENGLISH MOTHERFUCKER, DO YOU SPEAK IT!? NICKDamnit, Kevin, now you got them started. Let’s get to playing cards, I’ll deal. Kevin looks kind of thunderstruck for a moment, before he regains his sense of self and looks at Renix.The trio slowly looked at each other, disturbed glances all around… Slowly they tried to get past it, but by the fact that they had all folded their poker hands… KEVINSo this is uh…a busy couple of weeks for you. Nick, what do you think about Wyvern and his concerned rivalries as far the world title goes? NICKI’ve never faced Wyvern before, and he’d probably crush me if I had to face him right now. I can accept that honestly. But you know, I’ve been thinking, and if I’m correct, I might have a method of madness to beat Wyvern. Every wrestler I see going to face Wyvern uses his heart and his soul…and he gets shut down. It’s weird, seeing so many men with so much emotion get shut down. I mean, let’s face it, Wyvern is a thinking man, a very dangerous thinking man. Maybe it’s not so much to beat him with your heart, to show your emotional strength in the ring, but to know him. I haven’t been around enough maybe, to know how many people have challenged Wyvern, and in what ways and strategies they brought to the table but I’m gonna theorize that none of them have used their mind as much as their heart...thought about how exactly to outsmart the Modern Day Judas… Maybe bulldogging him when he gets the Torture Rack applied as a set up…Maybe wearing his arms down so he can’t possibly use his Wings of the Fallen or even his Skipcilian Crab, maybe there are ways to out-counter a guy like Wyvern, who has an answer for every problem…I know for damn sure I’m a little faster then Wyvern, so if I were to fight him, he’d go for my legs…but that’s academic, ‘cause I use my legs for offense… My point is…wrestlers like Wyvern…like... KEVINThunderkiss? Nick slowly closes his eyes, his patience obviously wearing thin…NICKLike Thunderkiss…they have knowledge on how to handle opponents of different character and strengths…but Wyvern takes it just a step farther…he’s equipped for every possible strength, but I think that’s his weakness. Spreads himself too thin maybe. All you need is someone to fight him without heart…without any drop of soul or worth of giving a damn whatsoever. KEVINAnd that’s you? NICKMaybe it’s me, maybe it’s BK, maybe it’s Senator, maybe it’s Starkweather…maybe it’s Scott Andrews, or Jake. AK? Kudo? Anyone on the roster from VorteX to Jay Zero, from Jason Freeman to Rattlesnake. Anyone who isn’t going to use their heart and emotions to drive themselves in that ring and just look at it from a business standpoint, leave the emotions at the fucking door, walk in that ring a machine. If I win, I win, if I lose, I lose. KEVINWell, Nick, although I must say that your idea is…an unconventionally conventional idea…I have to point out that thinking that way, you have lost a vast majority of your recent matches, and it’s plainly obvious that that will not help you beat Thunderkiss, and if you can’t beat a former Entertainment Champion and a current LUE Champion, how in the hell would someone like you expect to beat Wyvern, given the opportunity in your career, though I’m sure one day you’ll do…ahem, something to deserve it. Some day…maybe. NICK… Nick’s hand outstretches and reaches for a cricket bat…Kevin books it but Nick runs after him, kicking the door down and giving chase as the camera falls on Renix and Kirsten…RENIXIts funny, he says to leave emotions at the door, yet he can’t seem to do that. KIRSTENWith titles, it never matters to him. When pride is on the line however…that’s just about his greatest sin. He hasn’t even bothered trying to learn a move or two that Thunderkiss would never expect. He’s slacking honestly. The rate at which he’s going…the smarks are really going to be right about him. Cameras fall on Nick wailing on Kevin, ripping his suit open, his shirt, choking him with his own tie, before smashing his fist into Kevin’s face and sending him down the hall in an Irish whip, then chasing after with a cricket bat and wailing on his back…
A short distance away, Alicia Laureano and Charlotte King are standing at the catering table, talking about nothing of significance.AKMmm, prawn rolls. I love road catering. CharlotteWhy do you brits call them prawns when we call them shrimps? AKBeats me. What I’d like to know is how they get the prawns in the roll in the first place- Her musing is rudely interrupted as Kevin goes flying into a table neighboring the one with the food they’re checking out…AK & CharlotteNick continues to wail on Kevin, not thinking or seeing anyone else but Kevin…Nick screams in frustration, grabbing his cricket bat and blasting away at Kevin’s legs, driving the dull tip into the back of his knees, before grasping a well-deserving, and yet still innocent (slightly) Kevin by the head and raising his fist…
…A manic grin paints Nick’s face, but it soon melts into sorrow as he just stares at Kevin who stares back in a mixture of fear and apprehension, and just a twinge of that feeling you get when you know you mindfucked someone, and cut them right to the soul. Even for a moment, all Kevin could do was smile…Nick just stared, until he felt a hand clasp on his shoulder…
Nick slowly turned to AK looking at her…Nick’s face spelt a story of shame, a river of failure running his mind, both of past, present, and future to come…and depression…AK…Nick…? You okay? NICK…I…Hah…I… Nick bows his head and drops his beloved cricket bat, then silently walks away…AK outstretches her hand, wanting to say something, but not exactly sure what would be the best word for this situation…AK lets her hand drop and looks at Charlotte.AKLooks like the Durden rollercoaster just took another big dip… Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:50:38 GMT -5
Segment: Ain't That a Kick to the Head? (Credit: Senator)
*FROM LAST TUESDAY*
The scene opens, showing "Textbook" Tim Dwight and Senator Steve Phillips walking down a street in a dilapidated inner-city neighborhood, the sun high in the sky, casting long shadows as the camera follows them along.
The Senator: Now, I answered your call last Monday as fast as I could, I do so hate the expectations that modern instant communications has placed upon me, Theodore Roosevelt was able to elude his Secret Service agents on horseback when he felt hemmed in by the office...but he never had to answer his cursed cellular phone! Now, then, I do trust that you had us dropped off in the middle of nowhere for a reason...
Dwight: I have my reasons.
Senator: Are you sure that there is anything here worth my time right now? This is not a season to be fishing for voters, and while I sympathize as much as anyone about the problems that the poor face...
Dwight: Relax, I had the driver let us out here for a reason, you're going to be spending a good deal of time in these parts, and I figured you'd want to have scouted out the territory ahead of time.
Senator: Sure, you know that I always take a good walk around any city I visit, but this...ah, now I see.
The two stop in front of an old, but well maintained building, with the faded sign hanging over the entrance stating "Mr. Nobunaga's Fighting Dojo."
Dwight: Now, before we go in, I think you might need to know a few things. Mr. Nobuhiko Nobunaga was the man once known as the Mysterious Killer back in the Northeastern territories, Royal Conqueror Hirohito in WDW, and by his own name in various other feds.
Senator: The name is vaguely familiar, I must say, but I can not recall anything specific about him, any reason that you picked this fellow, when there are so many others around the world whom I could spend my time focusing with? For that matter, why not just hold some intensive sessions in the good ol' Dwight Gym?
Dwight: I have you training here for a reason. The Dwight Gym may have state of the art facilities, and convenient location, but you are just too familiar with it to gain everything you need. Heck, I'm not the right guy to train you for this, I can and will put together video footage on your opponents, but other than that, there's nothing else I can do.
Senator: You sell yourself short, Tim.
Dwight: Perhaps so, perhaps not, it doesn't matter. See, we're friends from way back, I respect you for your legacy in the ring, I respect you for your integrity out of it, and I respect you for the office you attained. Mr. Nobunaga has respect of no person, once they step into his dojo. He will break you down, and force you to re-evaluate everything you do. I have long considered him my last resort for particularly troublesome students who didn't take well to my approach. Mr. Nobunaga is the living definition of old-school wrestling, and drives people as hard as any of the old guys, Billy Robinson, Verne Gagne, Stu Hart, he's not much unlike them, guy trained a lot with Karl Gotch when he was active in the industry, and he'll be sure to integrate Gotch-ism philosophy both in conditioning and in the near mixed-martial-arts wrestling style.
Senator: Great, so I am going to have to truly head back to square one...I do not have time for this. This is extra time, overtime, the two minute warning has passed, the bottom of the ninth inning, heck, I can go on with sports analogies, but that would be pushing it. The point is, I can not afford to make major changes now, or to waste time going over my basics, if you forgot, Tim, I have been helping you teach those very fundamentals to your Dwight Gym students for the last few months!
Dwight: Hah, Steve, if you think that I'd be stupid enough to kill your last title shot with pointless hoops to jump through, I would be thoroughly disappointed! No, what Mr. Nobunaga will do here, shoot, let him tell you all about it.
Senator: A sound idea, for once, let us see what this "breaker" has to offer...
The two enter the dojo, and close the door behind them, as the camera cuts off...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:51:58 GMT -5
Match 2: Thunderkiss vs. Nick Durden
Understandably, the crowd is unsure how this match is going to play out; anyone expecting a further Durden breakdown is out of luck, however, as Nick enters the match with calm restored. The Ballroom is filled with sound at this classic size vs. speed contest, and TK is the one with all the aggression in the opening, doing all he can to close Durden down and keep him in range long enough to slug him. This is easier said than done, of course, and TK misses with a fair few swinging punches as Durden nips under them or sidesteps. It looks as if he’s following his own good advice-
But one literally thunderous blow causes the Boom to reel back, and the hardcore-orientated crowd is better disposed to TK than a lot of previous audiences as he grabs his opponent and produces the Box Office Smash (Polish Hammer). The crowd bays for the five moves of Doom, but TK instead makes a pin attempt, and gets a 2 count for his efforts. Nick has to withdraw to the corner and TK’s natural attitude leads him to taunt his foe before steaming in for a big boot. Nick, of course, dodges it and TK boots the ring post – with enough force to actually cause it to become slightly bent. The crowd absolutely loves this, and the referee temporarily halts the match while he checks the structural integrity of the ring.
Satisified, the match rages on with some excellent moves by both men. Nick, in tribute to his surroundings, manages to belt TK with the gyroscope kick and then slides out of the ring to grab a chair, signaling the Bombs over Baghdad. Such a move is illegal in a straight match, and Durden is steaming toward an automatic disqualification; but before he can execute the move fully, TK gets up and kicks the chair aside before Nick can grab it in mid-air. Undaunted, Nick still hits Kiss with a mighty moonsault and knocks him down to set up a pin; it gets a solid 2, but that’s all, and Kiss does not look pleased.
Both men do a superb job of keeping the contest live;eventually, Nick comes close to victory with the Blazing Magus (flying thrust kick), but TK dodges it by millimeters, and Nick is left wide open for TK to nail the Heaven’s Door. Nick still has spirit and fight in him, but the count’s not on his side, and TK manages to pick up the three just before Nick kicks out. The fans are split by this result; TK milks it as always, but Nick remains defiant. In his eyes, though, the same questions remain… and this match hasn’t brought anyone closer to any definitive answers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:53:49 GMT -5
Segment: Downsizing (Credit: Scott/AK)
The action switches back to the corridors backstage. We find ourselves looking at a shot of Scott Andrews; he appears to be mulling something over, arms folded, tapping a set of fingers against his upper arm.
As he muses, he notices a movement out of the corner of his eye, someone passing by along the next corridor up from the one he’s in. He hesitates, and then moves quickly forward toward the junction of the halls, the camera following behind him.
He catches up to the person he saw without difficulty. He can’t possibly be out of breath from such a short run, but his breathing is deeper than normal nonetheless.
Scott: Uh, hey! Got a sec?
Alicia turns around; she’s easily recognizable from the back. She gives Scott a smile which is genuine, and slightly hesitant at the same time.
Alicia: Sure.
Scott pauses for a moment, then speaks.
Scott: Great. Well, it’s like this… Jessie came to see me last week. She told me that the two of you spoke…
His mouth dries, but he overcomes it.
Scott: …and I just wanted you to know that the two of us are going to give things another try.
Alicia smiles and nods.
Alicia: That’s wonderful news. The pair of you always just seemed to fit together, I hope your relationship will continue to deepen.
The conversation is on the verge of stalling, but having initiated the exchange, Scott doesn’t want the opportunity to slip away for the question he’s about to ask.
Scott: So do I, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way this time. I’ve thought it over carefully… and I’ve decided to let Butch go. He’s always been a good friend, but three’s a crowd, you know? Not only that ...but, Jessie seems adamant that he's not on the same page as me, and I trust Jessie's judgment, it's never served me wrong before.
Alicia looks a little surprised at this, but also pleased.
Alicia: Well that’s a big step to take. How did he handle the news?
Scott bites his lip and smiles.
Scott: Uh, that’s the tricky part. I haven’t told him yet.
Alicia raises an eyebrow.
Scott: - Oh, but I will, I will, tonight’s the night in fact. Which is really why I wanted to talk to you in the first place.
No going back now. Scott inhales.
Scott: Alicia, these past couple of months… somethings been eating at me from the inside, like something that’s unresolved. I can’t undo what’s already in the past… but I can do something about my future. So…
Another breath.
Scott: …I want to challenge you, to a match at Omega Effect III. Or rather, a re-match. Let’s finish what we started at Spring Into Hell, with no interruptions this time. I'd like to earn back some respect I may have lost over the past few months...
The crowd automatically pops for this idea. Alicia’s eyes light up for a second, but then cloud over with doubt. Scott’s enthusiastic expression also begins to fall flat, but he takes it on the chin.
Scott: It’s OK, you don’t need to say anything, Alicia. I probably wouldn’t trust me in this situation, either. Thanks for hearing me out, anyway.
He’s about to turn to go, shoulders down, but Alicia stops him.
Alicia: Please, Scott, let me explain. It’s not you that’s the problem here.
Scott does stop, slightly confused.
Alicia: You’ve been very honest with me, Scott, so you deserve nothing less yourself. I’d love to have a re-match with you… but I don’t know if I can approach it in the right spirit. Even just hearing about you and Jessie being back together… I’m simultaneously delighted and jealous, angry even. Seeing the pair of you… I don’t know if I’m strong enough yet not to envy that which I’ve lost. And the last thing I want to do is get into a match situation with that still clinging to me… it wouldn’t be good for any of us.
Scott still seems a bit downcast, but he can see Alicia’s point of view. Something sharp inside needles him. But Alicia summons a smile back and holds her head up.
Alicia: Listen… I have a big match this weekend, it’s hard to explain, but I think it might help me resolve quite a few of the things hanging over me. Would you consider waiting until Monday for me to give you a definitive yes-or-no answer?
Scott pauses.
Scott: …I guess so.
Alicia smiles again, this time with warmth.
Alicia: Then I’ll talk to you again then. Thank you, Scott.
She takes her leave, walking with purpose. Scott watches her go, and then sets his own step to be just as firm… he has a task to accomplish. It won’t be pleasant… but it’s just something which has to be done.
But will it be as straightforward as he thinks?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:54:30 GMT -5
Segment: “Who Are You?” (Credit: Kudo)
When ACW cameras start up again, Charlotte King is seen trudging down the halls in her high heels and a brand spanking new red dress. She finally rounds the corner and catches up with her target, and as the camera comes in from behind, it reveals the ever elusive Kudo Yasuda on his way somewhere.
Charlotte: Whew, Kudo may I have a few words with you?
Kudo: I’m afraid you just did Miss King, but I’ll let you have a few more.
Charlotte has a slightly puzzled look on her face, as she catches her breath and continues with her interview.
Charlotte: Well first tell me a little about this alliance you’ve formed with Starkweather, Umeko Saito and Wyvern.
Kudo: There’s nothing to tell. What you see from us is more than any one person can try and explain.
Charlotte: Well from your actions, it looks as though you’ve declared war on just about everyone there is.
Kudo: Miss King, the declaration of war wasn’t started by us. I am merely fighting back on injustices I’ve suffered for way too long. The fact that we’ve banded together in common efforts only strengthens that cause.
Charlotte: Well speaking of banding together, few of us could have predicted such a powerhouse and star studded group to come together having relatively no ties with each other leading up to it. Do you even have a name? What do you guys call yourselves?
Kudo: Us? We have no name. But we are the lighting rod of hate in ACW. In fact, we are not even us. We are me. I mean I am me. *Kudo pauses for a second* See how all this bad drama messes with my head? You have to look at the whole picture Miss King. The big picture.
Charlotte: Well the big picture for you certainly is a stunning turnaround as you’ve won your last 3 matches and have stepped right back into the spotlight that you once embraced in your earlier days in ACW.
Kudo grins and nods.
Kudo: I am like a ghost in this corporate system of professional wrestling. But what eludes me is the fact that not only am I a professional and a wrestler, but I am the premier professional wrestler. I fade in and out of the public’s eyes and management has seen to drop my status on a whim, despite whatever rights to that I am deserving of. But I’ve decided to take my role on and define it the way that I see fit. I’m going to seize the chances I have now. If I have to tear down ACW from the ground up on my way, then I will.
Charlotte: So then we should all be expecting R3’s prodigal son to return soon?
Kudo: You and everyone else are witnesses. Watch and find out.
Kudo continues on his way, out of camera view.
Charlotte: You heard it from the man himself – Kudo Yasuda, everyone.
-Fade Out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:55:13 GMT -5
Match 3: Jason Freeman vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Michael)
As the slow intro of “Ugly” by the Exies builds, the lights dim, and Jason Freeman walks out slowly, and stays near the top of the ramp. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slow, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring...from Long Island, New York...he weighs in at two hundred and thirty pounds...he is the ACW International Champion...JASON...FREEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAAN!
Freeman marches down the ramp and climbs up the steps to enter the ring. He poses dramatically one last time before awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
“4 Words (To Choke Upon)” by Bullet For My Valentine rings throughout the arena, and no sooner does Jake Cheng step out from behind the curtains, wasting no time in ambling to the ring.
Phillip: And his opponent...from Hong Kong, China...weighing in at two hundred pounds...he is the ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...“THE ASIAN EXTRAORDINAIRE”...JAKE...CHEEEEEEEEENG!
Jake slides into the ring and thrusts his own title belt high into the air. Eventually, he sets it down by the corner and waits for the opening bell.
DING, DING, DING!
The match begins with a tie-up. Freeman quickly makes use of his size advantage to back Jake into the corner. After being pried off Jake by Carter Donovan, Freeman backs away to the center of the ring. Freeman chuckles haughtily at Jake, leaving him open just long enough for Jake to strike with a roundhouse kick. Freeman staggers back in a daze, but quickly recovers to charge back at Jake and throw forth a clothesline. However, Jake ducks. Freeman takes another run at Jake, only to get caught in a drop toe hold. While Freeman is getting to his feet, Jake runs to the ropes and bounces off to baseball slide right between Freeman’s legs and to the outside. Freeman immediately follows him to the outside, but Jake quickly hightails it and runs to the opposite side of the ring before sliding back in. While Freeman follows him back into the ring, Jake runs to the ropes and bounces off, straight into a shoulder block! Freeman runs to the ropes, and Jake rolls over into prone position, allowing Freeman to hurdle over him and continue running to the opposite ropes. When Freeman bounces off, Jake hops up and wraps his legs around Freeman’s neck before taking him over in a hurricarana! Freeman pulls himself back up to his feet using the ropes. Jake pops back up to his feet and runs toward Freeman, only to get thrown over the top rope with a back body drop. Jake lands on the apron and slams a forearm strike into the back of Freeman’s head. Freeman stumbles back to the center of the ring and Jake springboards to the top rope before leaping off with a crossbody, but Freeman snipes him right out of the air with a dropkick! Jake rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside in an attempt to recuperate. Freeman exits the ring as well and lifts Jake back up to his feet before ramming his face into the apron. Freeman rolls Jake back into the ring and reenters as well before going for the cover.
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Freeman raises Jake to his feet and viciously whips him into the corner. Jake bounces right off the turnbuckle and slams back down to the mat. Freeman covers.
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Freeman drags Jake over to the corner and seats him against the turnbuckle before unleashing a few stomps. Freeman then plants the sole of his boot into Jake’s throat to choke him. Freeman lets off before the five count and pulls Jake up before whipping him into the opposite corner. Freeman charges after him, but Jake moves out of the way, leaving Freeman to collide with the corner! Freeman stumbles back toward the center of the ring in a daze as Jake climbs to the top rope; however, his attention is taken away from the match as the crowd explodes in vigorous cheers that mark the arrival of none other than Wyldcard. The fans go nuts for the longtime crowd favorites, drawing Jake’s attention to Jonny and Gooey marching down the entrance ramp. Jake hurls forth some inaudible expletives toward his bitter rivals, giving Freeman just enough time to recover and deck him with a thunderous haymaker. Freeman then takes Jake into a front facelock and suplexes him right back into the ring. Wyldcard takes utmost delight in this sight as they march down the ringside to observe the action from there. Freeman covers.
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Freeman raises Jake into seated position and applies a sleeper. Jake eventually fights his way back up to his feet and throws a few elbows back into Freeman’s gut. However, Freeman negates this comeback with a clubbing forearm across Jake’s back. Freeman then whips Jake into the corner. Freeman runs after him, straight into a back elbow strike. Freeman stumbles backward in a daze, but recovers in time to run back toward Jake, though this time Jake retaliates by sticking his boot up into Freeman’s face. As Freeman staggers back, Jake charges at him. Freeman tries to greet him with a clothesline, but Jake ducks. When Freeman turns to face him again, Jake quickly strikes with a Jumping Spinning Leg Lariat! Jake covers.
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Jake and Freeman get to their feet at around the same time, but Jake acts first by running toward Freeman and drilling a dropkick straight into his knee. When Freeman gets to his feet again, Jake runs to the ropes and hops onto the second rope before flipping backward to land on top of Freeman with a moonsault for the cover!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:55:37 GMT -5
KICKOUT
Jake rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet on the apron. Freeman charges toward him, but Jake greets him with a shoulder thrust to the gut. As Freeman staggers back to the center of the ring, Jake springboards to the top rope and leaps off to land a seated senton on Freeman for the cover.
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Jake pops up to his feet and runs to the ropes, but by the time he bounces off, Freeman has recovered just in time to catch Jake in a Spinning Arm Slam Backbreaker! Freeman pulls Jake up and whips him to the corner, but Jake sticks his hands out to prevent a collision with the corner. As Freeman comes charging back after him, Jake hops up so that he’s suspended horizontally in midair. Freeman steps under Jake so that Jake’s abdomen is resting on top of Freeman’s shoulder. Freeman then hauls Jake over to the ropes and drops him neck-first onto the top rope. Jake leans against the ropes as Freeman runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off, only to be greeted by a dropkick to the knee from Jake! Freeman stumbles forward and lands with his upper body draped over the top rope. Jake runs to the opposite ropes and bounces off to drop a seated senton across Freeman’s back. Freeman rolls back to the center of the ring and gets to his feet as Jake exits the ring to stand on the apron. Jake springboards onto the top rope and flies off with a crossbody, but Freeman catches him and holds him up in midair! Freeman continues to hold Jake up in midair in a show of his strength, but he is promptly distracted as Santiago Rivera appears to join the fracas. As soon as he bursts out from behind the curtain, Santi begins shouting directions at Freeman, who now takes his turn at yelling expletives, this time directed at Santi, who continues to make his way down the ramp and stand at ringside as well. Despite this distraction, Freeman is still able to power Jake back to the mat with a fallaway slam! Freeman covers.
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Freeman raises Jake to his feet and rams his face into the top turnbuckle. Freeman then whips Jake into the ropes. When Jake bounces off, Freeman is there to promptly greet him with a thunderous dropkick! Freeman lifts Jake to his feet and gets behind him to haul him up into an Argentine backbreaker rack before falling down into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry Pancake. Jake rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside with Freeman hot on his trail. Jake leans against the barricade as he tries to catch his breath. As Freeman approaches him, Jake throws forth a toe kick, but Freeman catches his foot. Jake then throws another kick with his free foot, but Freeman catches that foot as well. But Jake isn’t out of ideas just yet as he uses his feet to push Freeman back so that he slams back-first into the apron! Jake rolls Freeman back into the ring. Jake reenters as well and pulls Freeman up before whipping him into the corner. Jake continues his assault with some shoulder thrusts into Freeman’s gut. Jake pulls Freeman back to the center of the ring and takes him down with a snapmare before hitting an elbow drop into Freeman’s face. Jake covers.
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Jake raises Freeman to his feet and drills a roundhouse kick into his gut before hitting a neckbreaker. Jake covers.
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Jake hooks his arm around Freeman’s leg and flips him over into a half crab. However, Freeman manages to claw his way to the ropes to break the hold. Jake lifts Freeman to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Freeman bounces off, Jake greets him with a spinning crescent kick. Jake pulls Freeman up, only to ground him again with a snapmare, locking in a sleeper hold while Freeman is still in seated position. Freeman eventually fights his way back up to his feet and fights back by driving a few elbows into Jake’s face. However, Freeman negates Jake’s comeback by grabbing hold of Freeman’s hair and pulling him back down to the mat! Jake covers.
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Freeman is losing control of the match, but his troubles are just beginning as Santi grabs hold of his International Title belt and begins marching his way to the backstage. However, his escape is quickly foiled as Jay Zero pops out from the crowd and clocks Santi with his own Entertainment Title Belt! While Santi is out cold, Zero takes it upon himself to take the International Title into his own care. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Jake tries to take Freeman over with a suplex, but Freeman hooks his leg around Jake’s to block before taking Jake over with a suplex of his own. Jake rolls over into prone position and pushes him up to all fours, leaving himself open as Jake hops onto the second rope and bounces back to drill a stomp into the back of Jake’s head. Freeman lifts Jake to his feet and whips him into the corner. Freeman charges at him to deck him with a clothesline. Freeman takes Jake into a side headlock and runs back toward the center of the ring before dropping down to plant Jake in a bulldog! Freeman covers.
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Freeman raises Jake to his feet and lifts him up into an Argentine backbreaker rack to set up for another Inverted Fireman Carry Pancake, but Jake wriggles out of his grasp to land on his feet behind Freeman facing away from him. Jake hooks his arms under Freeman’s and rolls him up into a backslide pin!
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Freeman rolls backward to end up on his knees, but in the blink of an eye, Jake has taken a shuffle step and throws forth a roundhouse kick to attempt the Second Heartbeat, but Freeman catches his leg! Freeman grabs hold of Jake’s other leg and folds him up into a jackknife pin!
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Phillip: Here is your winner...JASON...FREEEEEEEMAAAAAAN!
Zero slides into the ring and hands the International Title back to its rightful owner. Zero and Freeman exchange sly smirks for a brief moment, but their moment of Zen is all shaken up when Zero clocks Freeman with his Entertainment Title!
The crowd boos as Zero makes good his escape. Jake gets up, looking pissed off… but right there and then, his day goes from bad to worse as Jonny storms the ring and charges for Jake. Instinctively, Jake rushes out of the ring to get away from Jonny but as soon as he does he bumps into Gooey who has his path blocked of with a steel chair in hand. As soon as he turns around Jonny is there blocking the other way of going and now that Jake is blocked he is constantly looking back and forth between Gooey and Jonny. At this point the fans are going beserk because they are hoping Jake gets creamed by G-Unit. Unfortunately though for them and luckly for Jake, Dan White appears on the alphatron in a suit.
Dan: Alright, alright, ALRIGHT! Hold up you two. Before you guys go at it with each other I wanted to say that I have seen you two go back and forth with each other and I like what I see. So much so that at Omega Effect, Jonny; Jake, you both will go one on one with each other.
The crowd pops huge. Jake hoping that the heat is off of him starts to back away slowly from Jonny and Gooey.
Dan: Don't move Jake. On Thursday I will give more details on how the match will go down. Until then, you guys may resume your fight.
The alphatron’s power is cut and the shot returns back to ringside where Jake is still sandwiched between G-Unit. Then unexpectedly Jake turns 180o degrees and hops over the announcer table and escapes through the crowd. He holds up his Light-heavy weight title high to Jonny and Gooey as the scene fades out with G-Unit looking pissed at Jake. Oh and Stan is with Jake too.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 14, 2007 15:59:03 GMT -5
Segment: Strict Warning (Credit: XS3/TK for permission) ----------------------------------------- Maple Creek, SK Tuesday, June 12, 2007 12:45 PM ----------------------------------------- We slowly fade in to see a house, standing solitary in Maple Creek. One soul returned to her home to catch some rest and relaxation. However, she was about to discover that you don't escape the wrath of your enemies that easily.
In the backyard of the Irvine residence, Christine, the wife of ACW wrestler XS3, was sitting in a lawn chair in her backyard. The trees hid her from the rest of the world as she was currently tanning in her yellow and red two-piece bikini. Her sunglasses rested over her eyes as the sun's rays continued to shine down on her. Christine softly closed her eyes and enjoyed her state of silence for now.
She was enjoying it so much; she didn't even hear the vehicle pull into the driveway.
The figure exited the vehicle softly then took gentle footsteps towards the backyard, having spotted her beforehand on the way over. He made sure not to make any sudden movement or noise that would tip her off as to who it was. Finally, he saw Christine in the backyard lying on the chair. He took soft steps once more until he stood in the way of Christine, blocking her sunlight. She looked up and saw only a silhouette of the person who was blocking her path.Christine: "Ken, you're back so soon?" The man, who was assumed as Demon Inc lead guitarist Ken Dante, nodded his head up and down.Christine: "Ah well, could you do me a favor? Could you rub some suntan lotion on my back, please?" The man made a grunting noise as Christine rolled over and picked up the suntan lotion. She handed it to the man, who proceeded to apply some lotion on her back. As he made his way down her back, he stopped at her backside and saw the bottom half of the bikini. He suddenly grabbed it with one finger and snapped it back onto Christine's skin. Christine's eyes went wide as she spun around and saw none other than…Christine: "THUNDERKISS!" She went for an escape but Thunderkiss grabbed her by the arms and threw her down onto the ground. Her sunglasses went flying off as Thunderkiss looked at them and stomped on them, breaking them in half. He then picked up Christine by her neck and looked into her tear-filled eyes.Thunderkiss: "Now listen up, bitch. I know that you've been trying to divert XS3 away from the Entourage…"Christine: "Divert?! What are you talking about?!" Thunderkiss: "You know DAMN WELL what I'm talking about! I helped out your husband when he was down; he was looking for something big so he came to me. Together, us two joined forces with Zero to form the future of ACW. Do you know what this means? DO YOU?!"Christine shook her head, sobbing at Thunderkiss' threats.Thunderkiss: "It means that THERE IS NO TURNING BACK NOW! XS3 made this choice by himself and now he is riding with Zero and me. So I'm here to let you know: XS3 is not going back to the good side in ACW any time soon, no matter what you may tell him."Voice: "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Thunderkiss jerked his head over to see the REAL Ken Dante, XS3's fellow bandmate and friend. He had a very unpleased look on his face at seeing one of his friends in danger. Thunderkiss turned his head back towards Christine and smiled a sick smile.Thunderkiss: "I think for your sake, XS3 is to never find out about this. If he does, someone's gonna pay."Thunderkiss then threw Christine back down on the ground and stood up. Ken had seen enough and he made a bull rush towards Thunderkiss, who decided to hightail it out of the yard. Thunderkiss got into the back of the limo and slammed the door shut. Thunderkiss: "Leeroy, let's get the fuck out of here!"Leeroy: "Yes sir!" Leeroy started up the limo, right before Ken could reach it. The vehicle peeled off before Ken could inflict any harm on Thunderkiss. Frustrated, the guitarist picked up a rock nearby and tossed it at the limo, hitting the bumper before it peeled out.Ken: "YOU SON OF A BITCH! IF YOU EVER SET FOOT ON MY FRIEND'S PROPERTY AGAIN, I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!" Ken then rushed towards the backyard and tended to a still shaken Christine. Her sobbing did not stop as Ken picked her up and held her close.Ken: "It's okay… That bastard is gone." Christine: "K-Ken… h-he was going to… k-k-kill me!" Ken: "I know, I know. Everything will be okay. Let's go inside and talk about this." The two friends then made their way towards the house to discuss the problem. Ken looked back and saw the limo still driving. He shot a glare in the direction before turning back to Christine and helping her out through this emotional dilemma.Fade out.
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