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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 15:55:19 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 12th July 2007
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------
Adrian Flamingo and Ricky Falco vs Jonny Spade and Davey Marvel
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ACW / MLPW Exchange: Rena vs Erick Wilson
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BK London and Thunderkiss vs Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes
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Jake Cheng's Quadrinity Light Heavyweight Challenge
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Wyvern vs. Yoko Satoshi - Non-Title Match
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 15:58:31 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Old Faces, New Places (Credit: Dan)
Meltdown kicks off in high gear; the opening pyro has barely faded when the fans are greeted with the opening to "Hello" by Oasis, not the music they were expecting to hear at the start of Meltdown, and thus, they show what they think of the Commissioner, hailing down boos, jeers and insults as Dan White walks out through the curtain. However he's not with fellow Entourage members on this occasion, instead on his own in a smart suit as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring. His music cuts, as he holds a microphone, waiting for the fans to quieten down.
Dan: Well well well. It's certainly been an eventful past week, hasn't it? I mean after we let you endure such a torrid 2-week break without yours truly entertaining you...
Cheap boo
Dan: ...well, we certainly gave you a good dose of entertainment on Warfare, as "The Welsh Dragon", The Commish, Dan White, joins forces with XS3...
More boos...
Dan: ...Zero...
Even more boos
Dan: ...and THUNDERKISS!
This generates the loudest chorus of boos, but Dan just smirks as they slowly calm down.
Dan: And the Entourage is now the strongest faction, stable, group, whatever you wanna call it, in ACW at the present moment. I mean you look elsewhere and what do you see - a crumbling Senatorial Stable, and the Stable With No Name - well, speaks for itself really. Soon they'll be the Stable With No Credibility. that is of course unless they've reached that stage already!
The fans are getting restless at Dan's boring rant, and Dan realises this, not looking most pleased.
Dan: Oh, so I'm boring you am I? Well what would you say if I made the biggest match this federation has ever seen?
There's a brief pop
Dan: In one corner we shall have Wyvern, Kudo and Starkweather...
Muffled jeers
Dan: And in the other corner, we shall have Scott Andrews, Rattlesnake and the Senator in a Loser-Leaves-ACW match, tonight!
There's a huge pop, but the fans aren't too sure about the stipulation. But their opinions are quickly cut short as Gingerdude's Theme hits, and for the first time in three months, Chairman Gingerdude walks out! There's a pop as the fans see this as possibly a way to shut the Commissioner up.
Gingerdude: Alright, cut the music. Dan, I see you've enjoyed your stint as the Commissioner so far here...
Dan: You're damn right.
Gingerdude: However there are some things I want to make clear. Firstly, you aren't even the official Commissioner! You just took the job because you heard there'd be no authority on the tour!
There's a pop as Dan looks slgihtly embarrassed with himself.
Gingerdude: And secondly, even as the unofficial Commissioner, you have no right whatsoever in performing the actions you took part in last Monday night! Jason Freeman unfairly lost the title and because of that, you pretty much made a mockery of this federation! If anything it ought to be you against Scott, Senator, Rattlesnake, Starkweather, Wyvern AND Kudo in a Loser-Leaves-ACW match!
There's a huge pop, and the shock of the announcement makes Dan fall to the ground, much to the joy of the crowd. But he gets back up, bellowing down the mic.
Dan: Whoa whoa, hang on there. You may have not given anyone the role, but I damn such a damn good job of being stand-in Commissioner that the Board of Directors gave me the job. I still have as much power, if not more, over these people than you'd like to believe. And additionally, as Commissioner, I hereby revoke your ruling and cancel any sort of match occuring tonight! So long as I'm still injured, you aren't allowed to put me in a match by law!
The crowd looks over at Gingerdude, and the expression on his face tells its own story. He knows Dan's right and shrugs his shoulders, the crowd sighing in annoyance. But another thought pops into Ginger's head.
Gingerdude: ...actually Dan, there is one thing I can do. As Chairman, I hold the right to call Entourage responsible for making a mockery of the Main event last week.
Dan: ...your point? That's what Entourage is, a wheeling, dealing, havoc-causing destruction machine!
Gingerdude: Well...it just means that I can punish the Entourage in any way I see fit. And as a result, I am relinquishing Jay Zero of the Entertainment Championship!
There's a huge pop, and Dan looks furious, marchnig around the ring like a lunatic, unable to comprehend what was just said.
Dan: Wha...You can'...You....Ahh!
Gingerdude: Effective immediately! Oh and Dan, have a nice day!
Gingerdude's Theme hits again and there's another pop as Gingerdude turns and exits. The camera then points to Dan as the scene ends, who looks like his head might well pop off. If only he knew what he and the Entourage were in for later tonight...
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:04:29 GMT -5
Segment: Simple Interview. (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene starts up with ACW interviewer Charlotte King, standing in front of the generic back drop for the place where the interviews are done.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time I would like to welcome Jonny Spade.
The crowd pops for Jonny as he walks onto screen with a smile on his face as he can hear the crowd cheering for him.
Charlotte: So Jonny,
Jonny: Yes Charlotte?
Charlotte: What’s the deal with the Global Tag Tournament Of Champions?
Jonny smirks.
Jonny: Honestly I wish I knew what was going on. As soon as Omega Effect had ended, I couldn’t enjoy the after party. As soon as it ended I made the effort of getting on an airplane, not even being able to enjoy the company of my family and friends who were at the show. And then what happens? The boss dude doesn’t even show. So I did all that for nothing. NOTHING!
Charlotte: How awful.
Jonny: You’re damn right Charlotte. It pisses me off that I had to leave family for something that didn’t even happen.
Charlotte: So now what happens? If they were to call you up and say that the tournament was back on would you go?
Jonny: What happens now is exactly what you said. If they contact me and say that its time for the matches, then I will have to pull double duty. As much as Ginger probably wouldn’t like it from me or Gooey; it will get done.
Charlotte: Good to hear Jonny, now onto more local news, you signed up for the Lethal Lottery Tag Tournament –
Jonny: Indeed I did.
Charlotte: - and you ended up getting a former ally of yours Davey Marvel…
Jonny: I’ll stop you there Charlotte I know what you’re getting at. Now Davey was as much of a shock to see as much as anyone in the tournament. However am I disappointed? Not at all, you see it could have been a lot worse than Davey and at least I have teamed up with him before so I know what to expect from him, and I know what his style is like so I can compensate and plan accordingly to his strengths and weakness. My only regret is that he hasn’t been wrestling in the longest time so his ring rust will show.
Charlotte: So have you been training him and getting him into shape?
Jonny: I’ve been training as best as possible with the time constraint that we have since our match is tonight.
Charlotte: Speaking of which what do you think of your opponents for the tournament?
Jonny: They are good competitors, a little on the cocky side of things, but still good competitors. It will be one hell of a match either way.
Charlotte: That’s good. One last question before we wrap things up here
Jonny: Sure thing.
Charlotte: Earlier tonight, Jay Zero was stripped of his Entertainment title belt. What are your thoughts on the situation?
Jonny: Hmm, I didn’t really get a chance to contemplate on the situation. Well… first off it’s a tragic that he had to be stripped of his Entertainment Title. Were there reasons given as to why his belt is being stripped from him?
Charlotte: I’m not exactly sure on the specs of it but as of earlier tonight he was stripped of the title.
Jonny: Hmm. Interesting. Anyways as I said before it’s a tragic that it happened. An—
Just then Davey shows up in the camera shot and puts his hand on Jonny’s shoulder.
Davey: Hey Jonny, you ready to go the match is coming up shortly.
Jonny: Oh, sure thing Dave. Sorry Charlotte duty calls.
Charlotte: I understand.
Jonny and Davey turn and walk off scene as the scene fades to else where.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:05:18 GMT -5
Segment: An interesting offer (Credit: Ricky Falco)
Backstage in an ACW locker room Ricky Falco sits. The camera is zoomed in on Ricky's hands, which he is taping up. He is in his gear stretching, getting pumped up for his match that is coming up. He has a bandage on his forehead from being busted open at Omega Effect. A knock on the door is heard and Ricky gets up and walks over to the door and is expecting someone to interview him. But when he opens the door, he gets a surprise, his father, Sonny Mournings, is standing in front of him. Ricky is relieved that it’s him and not an interviewer.
Ricky: Dad, what are you doing here?
Sonny: Well, I came here to see how you were doing.
Ricky: Listen Dad, I don't need any lectures anymore, I can take care of myself.
Sonny: Like how you took care of Leon ALL by yourself? If I wasn't there that night, you would have lost that match, and you know it.
Ricky: That may be the case, but tonight, I won't need you cause I have a tag-team partner, Adrian Flaming, who must have thought he was real funny with that Amadeus crap. I would be better off changing my name to "Falcon", then listen to that bull.
Sonny: Yeah, you have a tag partner, congratulations, but you are still going to need to actually compete tonight, not only that but look at your competition, Jonny Spade and Davey Marvel. Now I think--
Ricky: DAD! I don't need your help anymore. Like I said, I can take care of myself. I am a professional wrestler now, not some trainee at your school, which is located just outside Chicago, call 867-5309 for more information *cheesy thumbs up to the camera*. But thats not the point, the point is that after tonight, I will be that much closer to becoming a legend in the world of wrestling.
Conveniently, right after he finishes another knock is heard on the door. Now Ricky knows it must be an interviewer so he gets ready to speak his mind. He opens the door and a man wearing a suit is there. He steps into the room uninvited and starts to shake Ricky's hand.
?: Hello there sir, I am Glen Ripley. And I represent American Wrestler Incorporated, a managerial services organization.
Glen hands Ricky a fancy looking card. Ricky looks at the front and back of it then sets it down.
Ricky: Well, Mr. Ripley--
Glen: Please, call me Glen.
Ricky: Alright, Glen, what is it that you want?
Glen: Well, my superiors saw your match at Omega Effect and was impressed by your performance and is thinking about possibly signing you to a contract with us.
Ricky: Listen, that sounds great, but I have a match coming up, but I will get back to you on that alright?
Glen: Alright, the number is on the card, good-bye.
The man exits the room and Ricky picks the card up again, then looks at his father, who is standing there with his arms crossed, shaking his head.
Ricky: What? Whats wrong with you Dad? I mean it seems like a good idea for an up and coming superstar like myself.
Sonny: Nothing, nothing at all.
Sonny opens the door and exits the room. Ricky takes another hard look at the card, then sets it on the table and exits the room. The camera zooms in on the card lying on the table before fading out.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:06:32 GMT -5
Segment: “Welcome Back” Credit: T-Kiss [We see Thunderkiss and his buddy XS3 walking backstage, having the time of their life as they are doing a number on the backstage help - more notably, the refreshment serveing lady. Near the serving table, both men have some Powerade bottles in their hands and are pouring them all over the top of her head, causing her to scream for help. One person nearby who hears her cries for assistance is ACW Interviewer Charlotte, and she is quick to respond. Running, she turns the corner and see’s what’s going on, and becomes sickened by what she sees and immediately calls for it to stop.] Charlotte: STOP! What are you guy’s doing to that poor lady?! XS3: She’s dirty ...Thunderkiss: Yeah, she needs a bath. I can’t believe this raggity ol’ woman is serving US food like this. How DISGUSTING. [The old woman manages to break free of TK’s grip and runs away. TK just looks over at XS3 and laughs like a juvenile delinquent.] Thunderkiss: Well, that will teach her! That scuz!Charlotte: That was just ... words cannot describe what you guys just did. Thunderkiss: Now that would really hurt my soul Charlotte if I even had one, or better yet, even cared. But now that you’re here, pull that microphone out from your snatch woman because I have use of you.[Charlotte takes a couple of steps back as if she plans not to listen to TK’s demands, but as he raises his index finger up and moves it back and forth a few times for “Nuh-Uh”, she decides otherwise. Resentfully, she pulls her microphone from her pockets and calls forth a nearby camera man to assist her. Thunderkiss looks down upon her and smiles, feeling good thinking about the power he holds over her.] Thunderkiss: So they say “what’s old is new again”, and I guess the last few weeks here in ACW have taught us that this saying is worth its weight in gold. Hunter, Yoko Satoshi, and Sarin have made their way back to A.C.W., and there has been rumblings of others on their hands and knees begging our beloved chairman to take them back. Well, while a spiteful man may sit back and become bitter now that more hands are in the pot of opportunity, I, my friends, am no bitter man.Charlotte: You’re not? Thunderkiss: No, I am a kind man, with a kind heart. I am a champion, and as a champion I must be a good will ambassador of Alpha Chumpionship Wrestling! That’s why I wanted to come out here and PERSONALLY welcome back these fine folks! I’d first like to welcome back Hunter, because from what one of my associates told me, the man is a “little” off. And you know what Charlotte?Charlotte: Know what? Thunderkiss: They say I’m a little “off” too, so if that isnt an indicator of a great friendship, I don’t know what is! Now he may be a part of the Senatorial Stable, and I’ll do my best to overlook that, but seriously ... what is he thinking? Anyway, when it comes to “Flower Power”, I’ll address them as a whole. Now one thing Thunderkiss likes is a couple of hot lesbians, so I’ll tell you what girls, anytime you want to just “do your thing”and feel like inviting a third, you know where to find me! In fact ...[Thunderkiss pauses for a moment to “size” Charlotte up from head to toe ..] Charlotte: !? Thunderkiss: You’re looking a little hot yourself tonight mamma. Charlotte *blushing*: Thanks Thunderkiss: Oh yeah, baby got back alright .. And a PRETTY NICE FRONT TOO! Charlotte: You think so? Thunderkiss: No.[Charlotte looks stunned by TK’s answer, and tries to hide her emotions of being embarrassed on live national TV.] Thunderkiss: I’ve seen better faces in care facilities for the mentally retarded... HIT THE ROAD, TOOTS! [Well, so much for that. Charlotte drops the microphone as she covers her face to hold back the tears. Delighted, Thunderkiss reaches down and picks up the microphone.] Thunderkiss: So anyway you fine people of yesteryear .... welcome back, I hope your stay is as pleasant as ever. And if there is anything I can ever do for you, you just feel free to stop on by Club Thunderkiss. Sound good?[Thunderkiss turns around and throws the microphone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. His voice inside laughs, thinking about another expense he has just cost Gingerdude, but the voice doesn’t laugh for long for its interrupted by XS3.] XS3: Hey Kiss.Thunderkiss: Yeah?XS3: You forgot Davey Marvel.Thunderkiss: Who’s that? XS3: He just came back too. Thunderkiss: Well, I never heard of him, but anyway, welcome back Davey Marel, whoever the hell you are. XS3: Were you serious out there Kiss?Thunderkiss: Hah, hell no. The first time any of those burnt out ACW crackerjacks get in my way, I’ll send them back to signing autographs at boat shows.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:12:03 GMT -5
Segment: When I Swim, I Don’t Get Wet (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo sat down alone in his dressing room in his usual barrage of pink, purple, feathers, and sequins that he called his ring attire. Adrian stared at the white tile floor of the locker room and at the reflection it cast of himself. What was so fucking wrong with him? That whole day he felt something eating away at his insides but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It couldn’t have been Jones, he was so used to disowning people that he simply couldn’t have been the case. Loneliness also wasn’t a factor, as that had held his hand throughout all of his life. It wasn’t like him to feel depressed, but there he was, moping before his big return match.
Maybe he was getting too old for this lone gunman bullshit? Nah, he was just 25. Fuck, most people had an inner child, but for the past few weeks, he had had an inner grown man in the midst of a mid-life crisis. Adrian lifted up his chin from the back of the steel folding chair and shook his growing, blond hair from his face. Fucking hell! He wasn’t a Brimstone or a Starkweather! Moping and darkness wasn’t his song and a dance, he was Adrian Flamingo! Big Poppa Flamingo! The Venice Beach Heartthrob! Where was the struttin’ ladies man ACW had known and loved? Adrian stood up from the chair and threw a pair of sunglasses on from his duffle bag. As Adrian turned to primp himself in front of a mirror, an ACW cameraman wandered into the room. Adrian slammed his locker door shut and smiled at the camera.
“Ah… the Lethal Lottery… such a nifty little invention by management. Ya take a list of names from the ACW roster… throw ‘em in a hat, and draw two at a time. Those two are partners and they have to team up against the other makeshift teams. Now, if they’re the last team standing, they have to face off against one another for a title shot at Wyvern. Now, this is my first Lethal Lottery, like some of the other guys in this, so we didn’t know what to expect. It was almost like trick or treating… actually, it was a lot like Charlie Brown’s trick or treating. Now, I want you folks at home to picture this with me. Little Adrian, little TK, little Freeman, and little whoever the fuck else is in this. Right, well, we’re wandering the streets in our cute little costumes. I’m He-Man, Freeman is Barbie, TK is Dora the Explorer, and other people have costumes, but they really aren‘t that interesting. So, we get to the first house, we ring the bell, and Management answers the door and tosses our partners in our bucket. Oh wow, Freeman has the mystery partner! He could be Starkweather… he could be Mister Red… or he could taste like pineapple, no one knows. Oh wowie-zowie, TK has BK London! Wow he’s sooooo lucky! Man, that’s like the equivalent of getting a king sized Snickers bar. Now it’s my turn. I smile at the others, I reach my hand into that cheap plastic pumpkin bucket, and, by the power of Greyskull, I pull out a rock.”
Adrian rolls his eyes in disbelief as he mimes holding up a rock with his right hand. He’s obviously having fun with this and what signs of discontent seem to have disappeared. Adrian mouths out “A rock?” and began pacing back and forth, slowly at first but picked up speed.
“A rock? A fucking rock by the name of Ricky Falco. I don’t know who he is, I don’t know what he does, and I’m not sure if I should even put it in my mouth. If BK London is the equivalent to a king sized Snickers bar, Ricky Falco has to be one of those unwrapped popcorn balls old people give out. So, fuck, I’m stuck there, looking at my rock and wishing management had given me an apple with a razorblade the whole time. Seriously, who are you kid? What are you supposed to do?! How am I supposed to work with a man I’ve never see, met, or didn’t even think existed? So, I suppose I’m the lesson of “Lethal Lottery?” Everyone else gets cool partners and I get fucking Falco. Reaaaaally fucking fair, right? Well, it dawned on me… I have a rock! Are you folks at home aware of what I’m capable of with a rock? I can take my rock and bludgeon someone upside their head when they least expect it. I can take this rock and chuck it at the back of someone’s head as they’re walking away.”
As Adrian went on his rant about candy and rocks, it was very apparent that he was amused with himself. His smirk spread across his stubbly face and his eyes. As usual, Adrian was charming as he not so subtly insulted his own partner, but at the same time admitted he could be a potential threat in the match. However, Adrian’s tone took a darker turn.
“Oh, I can also take this fucking rock and cave your goddamn skull in!”
Adrian whipped his sunglasses off of his face and flung them halfway across the room. He wiped his grin off of his face as his nostrils flared with every deep, shallow breath he took. His eyes focused on the camera with a level of intensity that ACW cameras hadn’t seen from him.
“Marvel… Spade… I don’t know nor care what you two have accomplished here in the past. You two have had your time and now you’re intruding on MY time. I don’t care if I have to beat the shit out of the both of you by myself, I will NOT be made to look like a fool this go around. You hear that, Falco, consider yourself lucky that you get to ride on my coattails in this tournament, but if you blow this for me, well… don’t blow this for me.”
Adrian huffed at the camera and slowly walked away after sharing another cold stare with it.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:12:43 GMT -5
Segment: Conversation (Credit: Stark/Wyv)
Monday, 10pm
To call the two weeks between the pay-per-view and the first show exciting would be a lie of the utmost magnitude. Such a boring time, sitting at the house in Los Angeles with Umeko and William the Conqueror. He hasn't even spoken to Wyvern since the altercation in the ring at the grandest stage of ACW's calendar of events, and aside from Kudo helping him win that match, he hasn't really spoken to either of them in any fashion. However, he finds himself alone for the first time in several weeks. Alone in the house, by himself for the first time in quite a few days, and he decides to make a call. He turns his cellular phone on (unavoidable in the business he has chosen) and clicks up. Wyvern being the last name on his contacts list, making it easy to find.
A handful of rings, but no answer. Wyvern's voicemail comes on.
Wyvern (voicemail): This is Wyvern...whatever.
The good doctor adopts a light smile. So very like him, that is. He waits for the obligatory "beeeeeep" before he starts to speak.
Stark: Wyvern. It's Starkweather. I'm at home. We need to have a discussion, if you'd be so kind. You know how to find the place, yes? I'll put out something for when you get here.
He clicked the disconnect button, setting the phone aside and leaning back to give his German shepherd a light scritch behind his ear, the dull canine lolling his tongue in the humid LA weather.
However, his phone vibrates and plays the theme from “Jaws.“ He quirks his brow, flipping the phone open and noting that his message must have been received. He half-expects Wyvern to call back while eating something and say, "I never answer my own phone." He hits the connect button and brings the phone up to his ear.
Stark: Good evening?
Wyvern: You know me, I never answer my phone. What do you want?
However, there’s no sound of food being consumed.
Starkweather does indeed have to fight back a chuckle at half-guessing. He shrugs back into the chair, waving the dog off to amuse himself for a while while he crosses one leg over the other.
Stark: I want to talk. It seems that you were given bad information by someone whom I would like very much to deal with, but fear that I can't accomplish it myself.
A bit of silence follows.
Wyvern: You had better have a damn good explanation for that. I distinctly recall mentioning for you not to set foot ANYWHERE near the ring. But get to the point; I’ll forget the apology for now, seeing as I how I emerged victorious in the match anyways. I need to get ready for some stupid non-title match I’ve got tonight, so lay it on me.
A pause on his end as he considers how exactly to say what he means to say.
Stark: I have a task that I need to do. But, I can't do said task and play lookout at the same time, and Ms. Saito is indisposed for several more hours as she is doing an interview in San Francisco. So I need a car, I need an extra pair of eyes. This is business that concerns you, or I wouldn't ask, as it concerns your recent stress.
Yet another moment of silence.
Wyvern: Alright, I don’t have it in me to put an adequate effort into tonight’s match, so what am I going to be doing?
Stark: Nothing particularly dangerous or difficult. All it requires is for you to stand there and look imposing for a few minutes while I take care of something, and then we come back. I'll even spring for headphones on the way over.
Wyvern: Sounds heinous, I’ll be over shortly. The phone clicks off.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:14:21 GMT -5
Match 1: Adrian Flamingo and Ricky Falco vs Jonny Spade and Davey Marvel
There’s an electricity about this match from the second the bell rings, and it’s not solely due to the “charge” being generated by Flamingo as he takes the initiative, leading off against Jonny Spade with a series of mighty punches. Spade and Marvel are rusty as a pairing, but Spade is enormously impressive as he absolutely refuses to be intimidated by his opponent and neatly dodges the worst of Flamingo’s assault before replying with a couple of kicks to the gut. This exchange continues for a minute or so until Flamingo changes tack and whips Spade into the ropes; Spade bounces back, and narrowly ducks under a clothesline before performing his KillSwitch (back suplex to spinning sideslam) to a big pop. Never one to refuse a challenge, Flamingo kicks out of the pin and carries out two hip tosses in quick succession to soften Spade up a bit for the Cradle Robber (Hangman’s Neckbreaker). This gets a solid 2 count; Spade kicks strongly, and for another minute or two it’s all about the men in the ring as the match sways back and forth.
Spade, though, is constantly on the lookout for the right time to tag, and his immense experience with tag competition bears fruit as Flamingo makes a slight miscalculation on a whip. Spade flies into the ropes next to him, and tags Davey at the speed of light before hurtling back; Flamingo is caught on the hop and Spade knocks him down powerfully. At once Davey capitalizes, following up with an elbow drop straight into a pin; Flamingo is down for 2.5, and the ever-confident Davey attempts to apply the Garrotte (High-rise Texas Cloverleaf). The crowd roars, but now it’s Ricky Falco’s turn to get involved, and he nips in to break Davey’s hold and allow Flamingo to escape. Slipping back to the apron, Ricky is then tagged in legally by Flamingo, and he and Davey thrill the fans with a solid 90 seconds of brawling which features both the Davey Driver ‘05 and the Falco Buster. This culminates in Davey hitting his famed overdrive mode, “A Fire Inside”; Falco falls back against the ropes, but with Flamingo yelling to get him fired up in response he battles back, and the fans are stunned as the two men almost punch one another out.
A cheesy but classic “agonized crawl to the corner” situation follows; needless to say, the tags are almost simultaneous, and Flamingo and Spade let loose with everything they have. Eventually a crunch point is reached; Flamingo goes for the Ghostbuster at full power, but is blindsided before he can perform the Slingshot Brainbuster by Davey. Flamingo looks to be in terminal trouble as his opponents prepare for a double-team, but the fans roar as he manages to pull off a double clothesline to stymie them. With both men down, Flamingo shows his intelligence and re-tags Falco; neither of his foes see this, and with Falco hanging back, they both target the Astonishing one. Spade triumphantly hits the Silver Spade, but Falco swoops on Davey with the Falco’s Fury (Scoop front piledriver). The referee won’t count Spade’s pin, much to his confusion, and Falco neatly slips in and rolls Spade up from behind before the penny drops. The 3 is given, and Flamingo and Falco advance to the second round.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:15:14 GMT -5
Segment: I’m Sorry For The Lack In Quality; I Have To Pack For My Trip (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Backstage, Kevin Anderson stands with Jake Cheng.
Kevin: Tonight, I’m talking with Light-Heavyweight Champion, Jake Cheng. Jake, before your match, let’s talk about last week.
Jake: Alright, I got time.
Kevin: So, your match last week didn’t go as planned. So much for Noodles N’ Snakes...
Jake: Yeah, it’s too bad. It’s a shame really. It just goes to show you how much XS3 and Senator rely on things like performance enhancing drugs.
Kevin: Ouch. Harsh words or just a poor sport?
Jake: Kevin, you know me. I am never a poor sport.
Kevin: Bullshit
Jake: What was that?
Kevin: I said next question! What do you think about Commissioner Dan White joining the Untouchables?
Jake: Sounds pretty Corporate Alliance to me, which has been done. Twice. Those cocky losers grabbed a equally cocky ex-wrestler who has nothing better to do than screw over all the people who he doesn’t like. And he knows it. Good on him. Just as long as he knows this little stint won’t even compare to the awesomeness that was the Untouchables. Damn, that stable had it all.
Kevin: Ah the good old days. Speaking of your past, what was up with BK’s assault on you?
Jake: BK is just a big baby. He said he was going to win and he didn’t. If you can’t handle the promises you make, then shut the hell up.
Kevin: So you’re not afraid of him?
Jake: No, not at all. Unless he plans to throw me in another flaming dumpster.
Kevin: Haha. Well, I hope that doesn’t happen. Last question, what is this Quadrinity Light-Heavyweight Challenge?
Jake: Heh, you’ll find out soon.
Jake walks away from Kevin toward the ring. Kevin nods to the cameraman.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:17:02 GMT -5
An Unwelcome Development(credit: Jonny Hughes/Dan for his lines)
We return from commercial to a beaming Jonny Hughes, the cocky youngster returned to ACW programming on Monday and is set to make his in-ring return tonight against BK London and Thunderkiss in the Lethal Lottery. He is making his way down a backstage corridor when he is stopped by ACW interviewer Charlotte King.
Charlotte: Mister Hughes I was wondering if I could get a few words with you.
Hughes: Of course you can Miss King, I always have time for my compatriots.
Charlotte: How are you enjoying your second stint in ACW?
Hughes: Even though this stint is still its infancy I’m enjoying it, things are finally on my terms.
Charlotte: What are these terms?
Hughes: Unfortunately for legal reasons I cannot disclose these terms but I think I can say that they’re more than satisfactory.
Charlotte: You seem to be in a good mood tonight Mister Hughes.
Hughes: That’s because I’ve just received some fantastic news Miss King, now can we walk and talk? I have somewhere I need to be.
Before Charlotte can respond Hughes has already embarked on his journey with a hurried pace. Charlotte quickly picks her dress from the floor and begins to hurry after Hughes with the cameraman in close pursuit.
Charlotte: You mentioned that you received some good news earlier, what was this good news?
Hughes: This good news was given to me by one the many faceless members of ACW’s backstage crew. Earlier I was told by this crew member that the new ACW Commissioner wanted to speak with me.
Charlotte: Excuse me for my ignorance but I don’t understand how that is particularly good news for you.
Hughes suddenly stops in his tracks and turns to face Charlotte and the cameraman.
Hughes: In any other circumstances you’d be correct Miss King, but there is on word in that sentence that makes this good news. The word is ‘new’, a new Commissioner means that Gingerdude has gone and this is extremely good news for yours truly.
Hughes once again without warning resumes his rather fast paced journey to the destination we now know as the ACW Commissioner’s office.
Charlotte: Again Mister Hughes I fail to see how that is good news for you.
Hughes: How much clearer can I make it for you Miss King? If Chai- sorry Mister Gingerdude is no longer in ACW then I don’t have to deal with an interfering chairman who doesn’t appreciate my talent.
Hughes has finally reached his destination and has halted his journey. he is just about to open the door when he is interrupted by Charlotte.
Charlotte: Before you go in there I should warn you that you’re probably not going to like the new ACW Commissioner.
Hughes: Why might that be?
The cameraman moves into position so that he can see the front of the door to the ACW Commissioner’s office.
Charlotte: Well there’s a number of reasons why you’d –
Hughes interrupts Charlotte, perhaps for him, before she is able to divulge any reasons.
Hughes: I doubt very much Miss King that I will have as much disdain for this Commissioner that comes anywhere near the amount I had for Gingerdude.
Hughes reaches for the doorknob to the ACW Commissioner’s office and grabs hold of it before turning back to Charlotte.
Hughes: I mean, he couldn’t possibly be any more incompetent than the last Commissioner, could he?
Hughes slowly turns the doorknob to the office as he speaks the final few words of that sentence, he slowly pushes the door open to reveal Dan White sat behind the desk who is currently engaged in a conversation on the phone, Dan smirks as he notices Hughes at the door. Hughes turns from Charlotte and looks into the room before swiftly closing the door.
Hughes: ….I, stand corrected.
Hughes turns back to Charlotte, the smile that was on his face a few moments ago has now faded and a look of disgust has spread across his face.
Hughes: (now speaking with a much more serious tone than before) When did this happen?
Charlotte: Not too long ago, I’m surprised you didn’t already know.
Hughes: The only people I have dealt with since my return are yourself and Jason Freeman.
Charlotte, always one to look for a story, spots an opportunity for an exclusive scoop and begins questioning Hughes.
Charlotte: What are your views on Dan White being the new ACW Commissioner?
Hughes:Please…don’t say his name.
Charlotte: Are you still willing to answer my question?
Hughes looks at his expensive wrist watch and feigns some concern.
Hughes: I’m sorry Miss King but I have an match to prepare for. And now I must retire to my locker room. I bid you good day Miss King.
Hughes quickly turns and paces off in the direction of his locker room leaving Charlotte stood alone outside the office of Dan White. Suddenly the door opens and Dan White’s frame pops out from it.
Dan White: Where did he go?
Charlotte: He went to his locker room, he said something about preparing for his match.
Dan White: Ah balls, I wanted to rub my position in his smug face. I guess I’ll have to pay a visit to his locker room later then.
Dan then looks Charlotte up and down with lustful eyes and is about to say something before he is interrupted by the ringing of a telephone.
Dan White: I don’t have time to waste standing around Charlotte, I have business to attend to.
At that note Dan closes the door to his office leaving Charlotte, once again, on her own, she turns to the cameraman and shrugs as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:19:41 GMT -5
Segment: Back in the ol’ routine (Credit: AK)
Almost everyone has a part of themselves which prefers things to be predictable. There’s something reassuring about doing the same things and seeing the same places, the same people; and that pleasure is always greatest when you’ve just returned from a long trip.
It’s Wednesday afternoon, and Alicia Laureano returns to her dressing room after a workout. She takes out a bottle of water from her bag, and sits on the now rather battered couch, and quietly listens. To the untrained ear, there’s little of note, but Alicia recognises subtle sounds which conjure whole other images. A faint squeak to the door of the general locker room as one of the trainees comes or goes; the slap of trainers on the cool solid floor in the corridors. And then more footsteps, but these are different; the smart, sassy click of a woman’s heels.
Alicia anticipates the knock and opens the door with perfect timing just as Charlotte raises her hand. Charlotte freezes for a fraction of a second, and then smiles; the two ladies embrace lightly.
Charlotte: It feels like an age since we met here. How was your break?
Alicia: Excellent, thanks.
Charlotte: Ok, tell me. How much of the house was left when you got back?
Alicia chuckles.
Alicia: Either my husband and my cat have been possessed by some very neat poltergeists, or the two of them have finally come to some sort of territorial agreement.
Charlotte: Which one did you hug first?
Alicia gives Charlotte a little shove to the shoulderblade.
Charlotte: Hehehe, I get the message. So… we’re back at the fun factory, what are your plans from now on?
Alicia: On the record, or off?
Charlotte: Both.
Alicia: Well, let’s see… the nameless wonders still have the World Title belt due to a sheer fluke, but I don’t see that situation remaining static for very long. Myself, I’m not so interested in titles these days. I’m more interested in, shall we say, trying to understand my competition better…
She looks just a little wistful.
Alicia: I’m not afraid to admit it, these big tours take more out of me than they used to… I definitely get a more acute sense of time passing, these days. But that doesn’t mean I intend to let my skills go downhill; if anything, I’m going to expect far more from every one of my opponents, and make sure that I make the most of every match I’m in. It’s a cruel paradox… the more of something we have, the less we tend to appreciate it. I don’t intend to keep repeating that mistake.
Charlotte: Hmm… I don’t know that you ever did.
Alicia smiles a little at the compliment, and swishes her hair back out of her eyes. Her gaze loses focus a little, into the middle distance.
Alicia: And yet, you know, sometimes I wonder… I have this foolish little wish, Charlie.
Charlotte: …..What is it?
Charlotte has to wait a few seconds for her answer, as Alicia releases a gentle sigh that comes from deep within.
Alicia: Just very occasionally… I yearn for one more real adventure. Something to push me to my limits, mentally, physically… as clichéd as it is, one more taste of a life less ordinary.
Alicia even surprises herself; not five minutes before, she was comforted by the familiarity of her surroundings. But then again, she’s often found herself to be comprised of opposites, in a way.
Alicia: …Of course, barring some fantastical bolt from the blue, I’ll probably settle for spending too much time on the internet and gossiping like a trooper.
Charlotte laughs.
Charlotte: Now you’re talking. Listen, I have to go… I’ll see you later, OK?
Alicia waves her friend off. She’s still a bit thoughtful… but as she hears the excited chatter of a couple of passing fans running into one of their heroes outside the arena, she decides that, for the moment, there’s nowhere she’d rather be than ACW.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:20:18 GMT -5
Segment - Another day, another interview (Credit: VorteX)
The camera pans in to reveal some part of the ACW arena, where Vortex can be seen walking down a rather long hallway. Vortex keeps walking for a little while, and then stops beside a door, in which as if on cue bursts open revealing a panting Kevin Anderson.
Vortex: I see you’ve found me…yet again.
Kevin: You know how many doors I had to run through to make an entrance like that? We reporters try for stealth; it’s the only way to a good story!
Vortex: You sounded like a very intrusive bull in an expensive china shop. Hell, I bet some of the dead across the world are rolling over in their graves from all that noise.
Kevin notably sighs and a look of disappointment crosses his face, he then regains composure and whips out some handy note cards.
Kevin: Well, while you’re here…
Vortex: Somehow, I knew this was coming.
Kevin: Question 1…
Vortex: Is this a game show or something? Well, I definitely don’t want what’s behind door number one…
Vortex looks around where Kevin is standing and notices a shabby broom closet, quite likely it’s one of the janitor’s storage areas.
Kevin: This is not a laughing matter! It is investigative journalism!
Vortex stares at Kevin, who is now adamantly stomping his foot and waving his cards everywhere.
Vortex: Yeah, you’d better stay away from Family Feud.
Kevin: I am NOT A GAMESHOW HOST!!
Kevin looks quite frustrated by this point and looks down at the floor attempting to regain some sort of composure.
Kevin: Now, what I was going to ask you was now that you and Hunter have defeated team number one in the Lottery, what do you feel your chances are of winning the whole thing?
Vortex: First of all, let me say that we didn’t really beat anyone…except Ross maybe. Durden completely chickened out, apparently there isn’t anything lethal about him. You’d think he would pull a nice swerve and beat the crap out of Ross for what he did…but no, Durden just decided to…well run.
Kevin looks at Vortex for a moment then starts thoughtfully scribbling on the back of a note card with a pencil seemingly produced out of nowhere.
Vortex: I take it your not writing down my phone number…at least I hope not. Of course if you’re telepathic…
Kevin: Revenge! What is its nature? Who chooses to participate? Survival of the fittest, or perhaps…
Vortex: A giant moron.
Kevin: What? Oh, yes right. I sort of forgot our interview, sometimes I get ideas and just zone out.
Vortex: I see. Maybe you’d be better suited for an ADD awareness meeting.
Kevin ignores this and looks to ask another question.
Kevin: So you say that you haven’t really beaten anyone yet, which I’m taking to meant that you haven’t really prove that your team is good yet…
Vortex’s arm shoots out and grabs Kevin’s lapel. Vortex then looks Kevin straight in the eye.
Vortex: As I’ve stated before, we don’t need to prove that we’re ‘good’. We are quite possibly the most diverse and talented pair of wrestlers to ever grace the ring.
Vortex sets Kevin down, who appears to now be more than just a little startled. Kevin dusts himself off and looks back at Vortex.
Kevin: I see you’re pretty confident then….but you can’t just rule out some of the bigger teams like BK and…
By this time Vortex has long walked down the hall and almost out of sight. Kevin looks absolutely bewildered for a moment, before getting a devious look in his eye and dashing back through the door…obviously ready to do some more ‘investigative journalism’. The door can be seen shutting, a loud thump is heard followed by a muffled ‘stupid mop!’, and the scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:23:58 GMT -5
Segment: Same shit, different day (Credit: BK London)
As the scene opens up, we immediately cut to the ever beautiful Charlotte King standing by as she awaits her signal for her to begin the interviewing process.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here, and right now, behind me is the locker room of the possibly the most combustible element in ACW at the moment. The man who some say, career has taken somewhat of a turn for the worst since Omega Effect 3, and I'm talking about - BK London. Let's see if we can get a word with him.
Charlotte turns and knocks on the door not too hard, but hard enough for BK London to hear it. She waits a few moments, hoping that he will answer the door as soon as possible but it appears he isn't answering.
Charlotte: Hmm...let's just knock again.
Just as Charlotte is going to knock on the door for a second time, the door opens up and out comes BK London in his wrestling attire, obviously ready for his big tag match later this evening.
Charlotte: Ah, BK here you are. You mind if we get a few questions with you before your match tonight.
BK: Hmmm...alright, what ya got?
Charlotte: Well BK, let's first talk about your match at Omega Effect, even if it was three weeks ago it st-
BK: - that's right Charlotte, it was three weeks ago. It was damn near a month ago, and as far as I am concerned, I'm passed that. I'm putting whatever happened at Omega Effect behind me because all I am concerned about is the present and the future. Now, if you have any questions pertaining those time frames, I'll be glad to answer them.
Charlotte: Ah well, let's just cut to the chase now, tonight you face off against Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes - a possible very formidable team - but what's more shocking about the match is your tag team partner, the ever flamboyant, charasmatic, egotistical, Thunderkiss. What are your thoughts on your partner for the Lethal Lottery Tag Tournament?
BK: Well Charlotte, you know as well as anyone that I love to have gold around my waist. You know as well as anyone for the past three years there have been a number of occasions where you have interviewed me and I've held a championship resting on my shoulder, whether it was the Tag Team Titles, the International Title, Light Heavyweight Title, Entertainment Title, World Title - IT DIDN'T MATTER - but for the better part of the last year, since I lost the ACW Heavyweight Championship - I haven't held any ACW gold at all. But you know as well as I do, that I don't mess up opportunites for the ACW Championship more that once. All I see Thunderkiss as, is a ticket for me to become the No.1 Contender for the belt that I deserve. Nothing more.
Charlotte: Well, now will you address Jake Cheng, who in an interview earlier in the night said he wasn't afraid of you at all. He even went on to say that he can take you anywhere and at anytime. What do you have to say about that?
BK: What is there to say? Really..This is how the whole scenario is going to play out Charlotte..you with me?
Charlotte: Oh I'm with you.
BK: Ok good listen. First thing Jake is going to do, in which he did already, is insult me. Try to kick me when I'm done, just for some shits and giggles. BAM! What's he going to do next, address me in a promo where he insults me, and says he's not afraid of me - BAM!
Charlotte: He did that earlier tonight.
BK: Next thing, he's going to make an attempt to ambush me from behind, and maybe he'll be successful. But then, he is going to challenge me to a match on his little ass kicking high, and before you know it. I'm going to kick his ass going into the PPV, I'm going to kick his ass at the PPV, and he'll be back at square one. It's the same cycle with him over and over, nothing has changed and nothing will. Well you know what Charlotte? I'm going to end this cycle before it continues, and I'm going to do it tonight. Because best believe, I will get my hands on Jake before the night is over and well....well...
Charlotte: ..shit happens?
BK: Exactly. Now I've got a match to continue getting ready for Charlotte if you don't mind.
Charlotte: Oh not at all. Thank you for your time.
BK: It was a pleasure.
BK heads back into his locker room and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:25:43 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW / MLPW Exchange: Rena Matheson vs Erick Wilson (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::MELTDOWN::.. ACW/MLPW INTERPROMOTIONAL MATCH ..::MELTDOWN::..
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Erick Wilson Age: 19 Height: 6'1 Weight: 190 lbs. Hometown: Gloversville, NY
Rena Matheson Age: 21 Height: 5'8 Weight: 153 Hometown: New York, NY "Minerva" by Deftones hits the sound system and out comes Erick Wilson. He has the support of a few daring individuals who made their way to Meltdown tonight to cheer him on. Unfortunately for him, he can barely hear them from all the jeers and boos he is receiving from the ACW crowd! Wilson hits the ring and begins to warm up as the crowd explodes when they hear “Lighters Up” by Lil' Kim. Out comes fan favorite Rena and she is quite the show woman tonight folks. She is playing up to the crowd, blowing them kisses and acting very friendly .... something not completely rare however not completely common either. Interpromotional matches folks, they will do odd things to you. Within moments, Rena is in the ring and both competitors meet up. Seconds later, the bell rings!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ The fans are hyped for this one as everyone is still standing after the match introductions. A few brave MLPW fans have made their way here tonight to cheer for Erick Wilson who will have his hands full *really full if he is lucky* with Rena Matheson tonight! The usual match lock up is what starts our match off tonight, and though Wilson has the power advantage, he doesn’t have the tremendous weight advantage against Rena that her usual opponents have and that will be something to watch tonight. Right out of the gate Wilson nails Rena with a big elbow to the back of her head, and then swings around for a headbutt but Rena quickly ducks under and retaliates with a vicious roundhouse kick to Wilson’s gut followed up by a jawbreaker! Wilson falls back to the mat and Rena hits the opposite ropes for momentum. She hits the mat for a baseball slide but Wilson smartly rolls out of the ring out of harms way. Rena opens the ropes back open for him as she taunts him, but Wilson ignores her and paces the outside of the ring. Maxwell McNally: Great ring presence by Wilson. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Sometimes you just to take that unofficial “time out” to clear your head and rethink your strategy. This kid is showing he has it upstairs. Wilson leaps back inside now and Rena charges, which turns out to be a bad move on her part. Wilson drops down and nails Rena with an elbow through the ropes, stunning her, allowing him time to step into the ring where he nails her with a scoop slam! Immediately Wilson leaps on top of her and begins tossing punches down upon her, a move allowed only so long by the referee! Wilson modifies his attack as he puts Rena in a Tree of Woe and keeps her there hanging for quite some time. As she struggles to break free, the ref asks her if she would like to give up but she continues to say no. She rocks her body back and forth until Wilson loses his grip and then finally breaks free, only to have a dropkick land right on her head. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well that will wake you up! One thing Wilson is about ready to find out though is that Rena is a fighter, and she shows him by taking him down by surprise as he lifts her, with a Lighting Inside Cradle. In just seconds, Wilson’s shoulders are on the mat and the ref is making the count.. ONE!
TWO!!
TH... KICK OUT!!! Wilson kicks out and rolls to the side of the ring where he uses the ropes to pull himself up! Rena is already up and behind him, and she nails him with two Chick Kicks to the side of the head! Wilson is stunned and this allows Rena to bring out her air game as she leaps up to the top rope and jumps off with a top rope bulldog! Wilson gets driven into the mat face first and Rena makes the cover ... ONE!
TWO!!
T... KICK OUT!!! Its Wilson’s turn to kick out now and he makes the most of it. He makes an effort to be up first and in doing so, he completely catches Rena wide open for a DDT! Just like that Rena is driven into the mat and the outcome of this match now goes into Wilson’s favor. He follows up this attack by dropping a series of 5 knees directly across the head of Rena, devastating her with each blow. Wilson then picks up Rena and whips her into the ropes. As she bounces back he leaps up with a huge knee lift and she collides face first with it, and might have been knocked out! Maxwell McNally: This Erick Wilson is DEADLY with his knees Eddie! He should have to get permits to even have them! Wilson picks up Rena for a body slam but Rena, sensing this may be over soon unless she does something, gives it one last fight. She lifts her legs up and slaps them around Wilson’s neck and puts him in a Hanging Headscissors Choke. Wilson is caught and he is caught good as he struggles to break free but is finding no leeway. Rena applies even more pressure, and within moments, Wilson is down on his knees. Rena then pushes him to his side and things are not looking good for Mr. Wilson. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Wow, I don’t know Maxwell... he may be out. The ref comes up to Wilson and raises hand once ... and it falls. He does so again ... to see the same result. He raises it for a third and final time and this time - it doesn’t drop. Wilson puts all his energy into breaking free and he takes his feet and digs them into the mat and begins to scoot over to the ropes. He just barely makes it, but he eventually does causing Rena to break the hold. Wilson is holding his upper torso in pain and it appears that Rena now has a second life in this match. Rena pulls Wilson up by the arm and puts him in an Armwrench ... only to follow by an Axe Kick! NO! Wilson blocks and comes firing back with a CLOTHESLINE! It drops Rena to the mat in no time flat! Maxwell McNally: What an INCREDIBLE COUNTER! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Rena world just got ROCKED! Wilson picks up the pieces of Rena and hooks both of her arms and nails her with the facebuster he calls the Celestial Drop!!! Within seconds he is on top of her and he gets the ... ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: ERICK WILSON! Wilson takes one from ACW tonight as he gets his hand raised within an ACW ring, much to the delight of all those MLPW fans who have traveled here tonight. However, it doesn’t come easy as Rena gave him every she hand and then some. Luckily, this young man knows his strikes and counters, because those two things took him over the top tonight. Congrats Erick Wilson! Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 12, 2007 16:27:08 GMT -5
Segment: Home Again (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
At this moment in time, Yoko and Sarin happen to be in their locker room for the first time in a very long time. And the thing they’re doing first is…
Cleaning it up. Wow, it’s dusty. Yoko is dusting some stuff, and Sarin is replacing the lanterns that went out long, long ago.
Sarin: Yoko, seriously, the chains on the ceiling. What’s with them?
Yoko: We’ve gone over this several times…Why does everyone ask that question?
Sarin: You’re not some tortured emo soul hiding from society, they serve no purpose, and they look very, very tacky.
Yoko: Well, they fit when I was in Pain Inc…
Sarin: You had them two and a half months before you were in Pain Inc, and then you used THEIR locker room instead of yours.
Yoko shudders at the thought of that room. She quickly forces the thought out of her mind.
Yoko: I’m keeping the chains.
Sarin: I’m going to come back here when you’re sleeping and take them down, just you wait.
Yoko: Then I’ll go to sleep after you.
Sarin: Then I’ll wake up before you and do it.
Yoko knocks up a big cloud of dust and blows it toward Sarin, causing her to cough.
Yoko: I can annoy you much worse than that, you know.
Sarin: Fine, fine.
End Segment.
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