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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:42:48 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 19th July 2007
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------
Scott Levi vs Jonny Spade
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Josh The Jersey Boy vs Rena Matheson
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Hunter vs Kudo Yasuda
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Fallen Souls vs Jake Cheng
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Rattlesnake vs Starkweather
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BK London and Thunderkiss vs Adrian Flamingo and Ricky Falco
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:43:11 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Happy Face (credit: Jonny Hughes)
Meltdown roars into life with gusto this evening; the pyro seems that little bit brighter, the crowd that little bit louder, and everyone is sure they’re in for a great night of entertainment. Once the fans have had the chance to do a bit of preliminary shouting and playing to the camera, the Alphatron is brought to life, leading us once again into the inner sanctum of ACW.
The image cuts to a pre-recorded interview that took place earlier this very evening. The camera takes us to the door of the locker room that belongs to one Jonny Hughes, the plaque that Rena had forcefully removed from the door a week before has since been replaced with a higher quality and more expensive plaque which has ornate gold lettering carved into a rich black marble. The camera pans out to show ACW interviewer Charlotte King who is preparing herself ready to give an interview, she takes a deep breath and sharply exhales before rapping her knuckles against the door. The door slowly opens and the head of Jonny Hughes pokes out of the doorway.
Hughes: Can I help you Miss King?
Charlotte: I was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time?
Hughes: Yes of course, please, do come in.
Hughes’ head disappears behind the door as he opens it to let Charlotte in, the cameraman closely follows her into the room. Hughes’ locker room, on first appearance, is not carrying any of the damage that Rena caused the week before, in fact it appears as though the décor and upkeep of the room have drastically improved since the cameras last set foot inside it. The walls are no longer covered in the profanities that Rena had adorned on them with spray paint. The broken lockers have been replaced with a large wooden storage cupboard that contains all of Hughes’ ring gear and street clothes. The floor of the locker room is now covered in a wooden laminate that sets off the room nicely. Charlotte takes time to take in the new décor as her host closes the door behind the cameraman. He moves into shot and motions for Charlotte to take a seat on the leather couch located in the centre of the room. Charlotte obliges and calmly takes a seat as Hughes grabs a bottle of water from the small refrigerator that is located next to the armchair that Hughes sits on.
Hughes: Now Miss King, how can I help you today?
Charlotte: I was hoping to get your thoughts on your victory on Monday Night Warfare, I tried to get an interview with you at that time but you were unavailable.
Hughes: Ah I see, well I had pressing matters to attend to and left the building almost immediately after my match.
Charlotte: What were these pressing matters?
Hughes: You’re actually bearing witness to the immediate effects Miss King. You see, after Miss Matheson decided she would do a spot of ‘redecorating’ I came to the conclusion that my locker room did not meet my needs so I hired actual decorators to give my room the once over. What do you think?
Charlotte: It’s nice. So, are you saying that Rena actually helped you?
Hughes: In a way. In fact I would like to take this opportunity to address Miss Matheson.
Hughes grabs the camera and forces the cameraman to get a close up of him and him only.
Hughes: Miss Matheson…I don’t think you knew exactly what you were doing when you decided to interject into my business. I don’t think you were fully aware of the consequences of your actions. And most importantly, I think you may have underestimated the kind of things that I can do.
And so I am giving the chance to simply walk away, now this is not an opportunity that I extend to many people so I urge you to seriously consider my offer and I urge you to think long and hard about the potential consequences of turning down my offer before you make your decision.
Well Miss King, I think this is interview is over.
Hughes gets to his feet and ushers Charlotte and the cameraman out of his locker room. He gets them out of the room and is about to close the door.
Charlotte: Wait! You didn’t give me your feelings on your win on Monday.
Hughes: Oh my apologies, where are my manners? Ask away.
Charlotte: What are your feelings on your win against Davey Marvel?
Hughes: Well, obviously I’m happy and for future reference Miss King, this is my happy face.
At this point Hughes points at his face which does not move an inch.
Hughes: Thank you Miss King and I hope you have a good evening.
At this point Hughes closes the door to his locker room and we fade to commercial.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:43:55 GMT -5
Segment: Beauty and the beasts (Credit: JJB)
*JJB is backstage and is talking to Kevin Anderson about his upcoming match against Rena Matherson
Kevin: How do you feel about wrestling Rena tonight?
JJB: I feel slighted against because Rena is an attractive women and I can't imagine what I'll do to that pretty face of hers.
Kevin: About MNM, how do you feel that some of the fans are saying that your match on MNM was a joke.
JJB: Who are those fans to doubt Simba Mufasa.
Kevin: But he was a skinny pasty African dude.
JJB: You want an ass kicking? Simba Mufasa was the African Wrestling Champion!!!
Kevin: Well JJB good luck in your match tonight.
JJB: Yeah Kevin have a nice night.
(JJB pauses…)
Oh wait hold on Kevin. You said Simba isn't a good competitor? Well tell him yourself. Sick him Simba!!!!
*Simba Mufasa jumps out of nowhere and chases Kevin around until, Simba hits a pole.*
JJB: DAMN!!!
*Even Kevin can’t believe that someone dumber than him has shown up, as the scene fades.*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:44:36 GMT -5
Segment: Strong words… and a stronger purpose (Credit: XS3)
Our scene is set in a locker room. Sitting on the bench is a man who is known in the wrestling community as XS3, who's been placed into a Tap-Out Submission Match at Seven Deadly Sins against Nick Durden, an opponent he'd like to forget, in honest reality. XS3 is seen wearing a black bucket hat, a black sleeveless shirt, a pair of dirty blue jeans, elbow pads, taped wrists and sneakers, which at the moment he is tying up. He notices a camera in the room and looks into it, his eyes telling a deep story. He looks back down at his sneakers and resumes tying them while speaking to the viewers.
XS3: "We all have a secret fear hidden deep within our souls, unwilling to come out and let itself be known to the real world. Some people fear heights, some people fear water. My only fear... is failure. The failure of letting my wife down. The failure of letting all those around me down. I simply cannot allow that."
XS3 has finished tying his sneakers and now his focus shifts over to a duffel bag sitting on a bench. He opens the bag and rummages around through it. The first item pulled out is a title belt. Fans recognize this as a replica of the KWA Transcontinental Championship. XS3 holds it up to the camera.
XS3: "Nick Durden, I want you to take a look at this. It's the KWA Transcontinental title. Indeed, my reign only lasted for a few days but that's only because KWA shut down, unable to keep up with the struggles of reality. The reality being that eventually all good things must come to an end. I bet you'd like to compare to my un-submitted streak, eh? I'll be damned if I have to sit here and simply slip away into the darkness of failure. That is simply not an option."
The Destined One turns back to the duffel bag and gently places the replica title back in the bag before he reaches in and pulls another object out. It's a picture: a picture of him and his first wife.
XS3: "What you see here is a picture of me and Kelly, just a couple weeks before her addictions began to take the better of her. I was probably happier than I ever would've been. But now all that is gone. Taken away from me from the demons of drugs."
XS3 shakes his head with a pang of sorrow and puts the picture back in his duffel bag before pulling out yet another picture. XS3 is shown in the picture with his arms around another woman.
XS3: "Me and my second wife, Kirsten. We had so many good times together. We met on October 22, 2004 and we got married on January 4, 2005. She really helped me overcome an alcohol problem I had when things were looking bleak. Then, two years ago, she was murdered. Taken away from me from the blades of fate."
This sordid scene is put to rest for now as XS3 pulls out one last picture: a picture of him and his current wife, Christine.
XS3: "Look at this, Nick! Can you see her innocence? Of course you can't. You're blinded by your lost fantasies, a dream that never was and never will be. You'll never know what true happiness is until you've met a woman like Christine. I've always regretted leaving her side to go on the road in the past. That's the reason I took her with me to ACW. She is the reason why I continue to wrestle. If I let her down at Seven Deadly Sins, then I know that I will be the world's biggest loser. It's like I said, Nick, I'm not going to allow failure to be my only option."
XS3 puts the picture back into the duffel bag then places his hands on his forehead, frustration beginning to show for the Canadian native. He shakes his head... then begins chuckling. Have his emotions got the better of him? He looks up towards the camera and smiles.
XS3: "Nick Durden... you think you've got this whole match figured out. You think that I'm merely a joke because according to some people, I'm not the best challenge available. WELL FUCK IT! I've tired of being a doormat to undeserving, dishonorable pieces of trash! I'm not going to hide in the shadows anymore. You want a fight? Oh I'll give you a fight. I'll put you through the worst pain you've ever experienced in your young life, Nick."
XS3, his bullshit meter obviously hitting critical, stands up from his bench and tosses his duffel bag over his shoulder. His eyes are no longer fun and fancy-free. His eyes are bringing a game face rarely seen by XS3.
XS3: "The show's called... Seven Deadly Sins. How appropriate... because when the time comes, Nick... You will feel my wrath… And I will take pride in watching you tap out. But for now, enjoy the time you have now. I'm not going to lay down for you and I refuse to let Christine down."
XS3 then pushes his way past the cameraman and heads out of the locker room, cementing his message in a firm but strong way.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:45:42 GMT -5
Segment: Big Business (Credit: Ross Lambert)
The scene shows a big set, there’s a big set with 2 chicks in Thongs and Bra’s and that’s about it, blonde girls posing holding a bottle of cologne. There’s a quiet scene as the 2 pose, they giggle to the camera seductively and we flick to a shot of the fat-ass director, he’s smiling to no end, suddenly, there’s a huge disruption as the door bursts open as in walks Ross Lambert with a black leather overcoat and black KoRn shirt and black cargo pants.
Ross: You want me to say WHAT?! I’m not fucking saying that. This whole script is a bunch of BULLSHIT! If you think I’m saying in this advert “I get all the guys with new La Poison Cologne”, I’m not doing that in a million years.
A nerdy guy with a clipboard runs up to his side.
Nerd: Come on Ross we need you to do this role you’re making good money.
Ross: I could pull a better script out of your dead grandma’s fatass, kid.
Nerd: Mr. Lambert, Mr. Lambert! Please this is our company’s last chance at an advert, we need you to…
Ross spins around and grabs the Nerd by his throat, he throws him to the side.
Ross: I will save your company, Mr. Montigue! Director, you’re being replaced by a creative genius, right I need a field available for location and a large plastic statue, girls, get some towels as you’re going to need them, talent agency I want you to find two guys willing to stand shirtless in the rain for this shooting, don’t question me, I’ve seen enough Emporio Armani Cologne adverts to know exactly what should be contained in one. Now get all this shit sorted and we’ll start raking in cash, after I receive my cheque you nerds are on your own.
[Fade]
The screen fades, it then returns to a fading shot, a screen shows a man in a business suit, he’s standing on a cobbled street and then he looks at the sky and sees a cloud shaped like an Angel, he gawps at this angel as an Angelic statue is shown in the middle of the field, delicate violin music playing in the background, a black and white image of 2 blonde women sprinting across the grass is prominent as they thunder across in slow-motion, their bodies heaving up and down simultaneously as they run towards the statue in the middle.
Back in the town, the shot of a man standing in nothing but jeans in the rain is shown, gawping at the angel cloud, when a second shirtless man joins him, rain splashes off their shoulders as they sprint off into the distance, eventually the clip changes back to the field and the 2 men are sprinting across it to go and meet the statue, thunder crashes onto the statue as the rain continues to pour down.
The men eventually meet the women at the statue and begin to neck for the camera, when suddenly, the colour turns normal and Ross walks in front of the screen in blue robes holding a small bottle of cologne. He’s smiling eloquently, wearing circle wire frame blue tint glasses.
Ross: Le Poison… let your emotions run wild.
Green goo drips down and begins to drip until the word “Poison” is written on it, Ross smiles in the back ground as the 2 couples continue to neck in the background, the violin music dies down as the words “Paragon of Passion” rain down on the camera, the camera then fades as the tape stops rolling.
[Back into the Studio]
Ross is shown standing his regular suit, he’s got a briefcase, standing around waiting for a paycheck, Ross looks around as the 2 chicks from before (now dressed) wave and smile at Ross, in a flirty way, Ross then looks over to see the guys standing at the rain who then walk over to him.
Guy 1: Dude… that was rad, you’re awesome at production, you ever thought of doing it full time?
Guy 2: Yeah, I loved my job, I got to give tongues to a hot naked chick in a rainy, field while you stood and watched, man this is totally awesome, later bro.
Ross nods and smiles as the 2 guys walk off backstage when suddenly, a fat man waddles over to Ross, the director. The Director has a notebook stretched out and Ross looks at him. The Director is wearing a stupid baseball cap. He continues to sprint and then eventually he gets to Ross, Ross looks down at the smaller director.
Director: Ross! I’ve got some great news!
Ross: Money?
Director: Dude don’t you wanna hear the news?
Ross: No, I said that once I’d got my paycheck, you guys were out on your asses to fend for yourself.
Director: Listen bro, hear me out, I sent the tape over to Paragon of Passion and they absolutely loved it, so much in fact that they want you to take over this studio and do adverts, but they want me to stay your producer.
Ross: Nah thanks, I’m happy with my current profession.
Director: Woah woah woah, this could be your chance to get your message across Ross, I watch GWF and I know how you feel about this Nation and to be honest I feel the same way, I’m sick and tired of being screwed over by our over-corp, Paragon of Passion, why do you think I put out such piss poor adverts?
Ross: I thought it was because you had a lacklustre imagination but yeah that suits. Anyways I’m happy with my job, kicking ass and taking names is getting my name across pretty well thanks anyways Rich.
Director: Look, Ross, listen, this is more then just getting your message across, you can put ANYTHING out to these people and they’ll snap it up, plus you make a Helluva lot of money as a director, Hell you can probably hire someone to wrestle for you if you really wanted, there’s girls, money and fame to be cashed in on here and I for one am NOT going to let you lose this opportunity, you’re a better director then me and I want you to take over here at “Cheap-O-Flicks Studios”.
Ross: Alright, I’ll think about it but we’re changing the God-Damn name and redecorating, and for God’s sake maybe even rebuilding, there’s cockroaches in the toilet for crying out loud!
Director: That’s a good man, now you keep the money rolling in and we’ll see about you getting your message across to the world, what you say?
Ross: Alright I’m in.
The Director and Ross look at each other before shaking hands but a light-set crashes to the floor behind them, shattering instantly.
Director: Did I forget to mention this place needs a lot of repairs? Heheheh, heh…
Director looks worried as Ross shoots him a look that even the devil may cry as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:46:20 GMT -5
Segment: What's up Doc? (Credit: BK/TK)
The scene starts with BK London making his way down the corridor once again, and he pops right into the Doctor's office where Dr. Gibson is usually there to check on the status of wrestlers. BK sits himself down on the medical table as he sees, or at least he thinks he sees Dr. Gibson over by the sink washing his hands.
BK: Doc, you know going into my tag team match with Thunderkiss I think we're going to need to replace the bandage on my head. It's getting a bit old, worn, and a bit torn if you ask me. So, could you just quickly bandage me up so I can continue preparing for my match.
??: Certainly!
The doctor turns around from the sink and slaps on some rubbergloves, and the crowd laughs when they see Thunderkiss in the entire doctor get up.
Dr. Thunderkiss: First we must check your reflexes!
BK finally turns around and sees Thunderkiss, and quickly he hops off the table and nearly knocks down all the medical stuff on the counter next to him.
BK: Thunderkiss! What the hell are you doing here?!
Thunderkiss: What? I'm your doctor. I can't be a doctor?
BK: NO!!!
Dr. Thunderkiss: Why not? When I was a kid, thats all I did was play doctor with all the neighbor girls. And afterall, I've got a Ph.D. ya know .... A pretty huge di-
BK: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Now where'd Dr. Gibson go?
Dr. Thunderkiss: He stepped out so I decided to fill in for him. Now to be honest, I was really hoping Kitsune, Satoshi or Sarin would stop by for a vaginal exam, but the good doctor must fulfill his medical obligations. And I couldn't imagine a better way to do this than by making sure my partner is good to go for our match tonight! Now come on, let me get the bandages!
BK: Get away from me you...you sick freak!
BK quickly scurries out the doctor's office, leaving Thunderkiss with a stethescope in hand.
Dr. Thunderkiss: Hmmm... what's his problem? Oh well, suit yourself.
Before we fade out, we see Thunderkiss grab a piece of paper and write "Free Breast Examines" on it and place it on the medical room's door.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:46:57 GMT -5
Segment: Lucky S.O.B. That’s all he is. (Credit: Jonny Spade)
The scene opens up to show Kevin Anderson who is standing in front of a locker room door with his microphone in hand.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen at this time I am going to try to get word from Jonny Spade on the comments made by Ricky Falco towards him.
Kevin turns to knock on Jonny’s door but just as he’s about to lay the first knock on it, Jonny opens the door and Kevin falls forward landing on Jonny and Jonny says nothing towards him but just looks at him with a “What the hell are you doing?” look.
Jonny: Excuse me?
Kevin: Uh…I came to ask you some questions.
Jonny motions with a little figure gesture that signals for Kevin to follow him.
Jonny: Shoot.
Kevin: Moments ago we heard word from Ricky Falco that straight up said that he’s better than you. Comments?
Jonny stops.
Jonny: Is that so?
Kevin: Yes.
Jonny: Hmm…
Jonny starts walking and Kevin follows closely.
Jonny: He got lucky. That’s all. He was just one lucky S.O.B. who had gotten lucky and pulled a “Santino Marella” on me as I believe will be the new term to describe Ricky’s carrer.
The crowd laughs and lets out a cheer.
Jonny: As much as I am pissed that I let him pin me in that match. I am quite pleased at who hes facing.
Kevin: Whys that Mr. Spade?
Jonny: Because from first hand I know that BK is one hell of a competitor. Him and I have had our history of matches and I know that he’s one hell’uv a wrestler. So watching that match and seeing him get hurt in the process will bring a tear of joy into my eye and show what ACW is all about.
Kevin: Hmm, I see … Any last words Jonny?
Jonny’s hears an announcement telling him his match is in 3 minutes
Jonny: Yes. Ricky you may have gotten me on my shoulders for a three count but like I said before it was a lucky chance that you had gotten. You took advantage though of it and that’s good that you did. But come next Saturday you will have no partners, no ally in your corner that you can rely on. Now that’s when your true colours will come out and shine and its moments like those that can prove to others that you’re the best of the best.
Jonny leaves and continues to walk to his match as this scene here ends.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:48:29 GMT -5
Match 1: Scott Levi vs Jonny Spade (Credit: Hunter)
Unless I'm completely insane, then this is Levi's debut match, thereby he has quite a lot to prove. However, Jonny has been rather...invisible (alas, not invincible) lately, so he has to prove he still has it. So now that the little mental aspect of the match has been established, go ahead and skip to the last sentence. That's all you people ever care about. I work and slave over a hot keyboard for you for half an hour, and this is how you repay me? You bastards. I hate you all. But...not really. Oh, right, this is a match. Suplex. Bada bing, bada boom. Clothesline. Moves. Taunt. Pin. Broken. Submission. Broken. This is the William Shatner wrestling commentary. He...lifts him up...and...he...hits him...with a move...and why not a move...what is the meaning...of a move? Why is it...a move...at all? All this and more on some random episode of Star Trek. Okay, I'm rambling. Assume that you just read the first paragraph of a match. Even though you didn't. So we're in the middle of a match. Even though we're not.
Following the attempted pin, Jonny rolls off of Levi and briefly plays up the reactions of the crowd. He then lifts Levi up for the first powerbomb of what can only be assumed is the Double Powerbomb to Samoan Driver combination, but Levi slams him in the head and drops back to his feet. He then instantly throws his leg forward for the big boot, but Jonny ducks it and grabs his leg. He tries to flip him over, but Levi grabs his head and headbutts him, and then pushes him away and finally connects with the big boot. He tries for the pin, but Jonny kicks him away. Jonny then gets up to his feet and grabs him for the S-Drop #1, but Levi pushes him into the ropes, and when Jonny comes flying back at him, Levi grabs him and hits him with the sit-out Black Hole Slam. The crowd applauds such an impressive move, and then applauds once more when Jonny kicks out of said impressive move.
Levi lifts Jonny up and sets him up for an STO, but Jonny elbows him in the side of the head and then lifts him up onto his shoulder. The fans cheer loudly, knowing that the Jonormous Slam follows this set up, but Levi is able to roll forward into a pin, which is relatively surprising considering his size. Nonetheless, Jonny kicks out, and then throws forward a leg at Levi when he gets up. Levi ducks the move, but then Jonny instantly grabs him and nails him with the S-Drop #5. He doesn't bother for the cover, and instead lifts Levi up and goes for the Dragon Fly. Levi pushes him back and puts him in between his legs for the Final Draw. He lifts him up onto his back and is just about to hit said move, but Jonny pulls himself down and lands on his feet. When Levi spins around, Jonny lifts him up and instantly nails him with the Sliver Spade out of nowhere. He covers, and finally gets the successful pinfall. Ha, now you have to read the second to last sentence too.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:50:00 GMT -5
Segment: Final Training (Credit: Ricky Falco) The scene opens in a gym. There is a black and white effect on what the viewers see as the camera pans around to see punching bags and work out machines and a ring. The camera stops at the ring and shows one, Ricky Falco standing in one of the corners of the ring with his hands on the turnbuckle. He knows that later tonight will be one of the biggest nights of his life. Soon behind him his father, Sonny Mournings stands with two people standing next to him. Ricky turns around and stretches a little before he starts talking.Ricky: So Dad, why did you call me down here today? I need to get to the arena for my match. Sonny: Ricky, I know you have all the training in the world, but before you have your match later, I feel you need more training. Ricky: More training? Dad, I've already told you, I have all the training I need to win tonight. Why can't you realize this also? Sonny: That may be true, but I have some people here who can help you. Ricky this is Todd Slippy. The man on his left steps forward. And this is Peppy O'Hare. The man on his right steps forward. Now these two are going to train with you if you don't mind. The two men step out of the ring and start warming up. Ricky gets a look of disgust in his face. Almost shocked at what his father said.Ricky: No Dad, I do mind. I told you I don't need any more training. And after I sign that contract that Glen offered, I don't think I'm going to need you anymore either. I'll have some of the best people in the world helping my career. Ricky gets ready to say something else but a crashing sound is heard. Both Sonny and Ricky look to see Todd with a barbell over his chest.Slippy: HELP ME FOX!! Ricky: FOX CAN'T HEAR YOUR SCREAMS! Peppy: DO A BARREL ROLL! Ricky: SHUT UP! HOWS HE GOING TO BARREL ROLL? HES GOT A FRICKEN BARBELL ON HIM! THIS IS CRAZY I'M OUT OF HERE. Sonny: Wait! You need more training. Ricky: NO! I DON'T! LATER! Ricky storms out of the gym. Sonny tries to go after him but Todd is still suffering from the barbell on his chest. Sonny shakes his head walks over and helps him.Slippy: Thanks Fox. Sonny: ? The camera then shows Ricky getting into his car and speeding off. The camera shows the street before fading.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:51:43 GMT -5
Segment: Every mistake comes with a punishment… (Credit: Andrew Williams/Ross Lambert for his lines)
The scene opens up to the image of Andrew Williams, wearing a light grey hoodie and white shorts coupled with running shoes, jogging down one of ACW’s many corridors. A small white headphone is protruding from each ear as Williams allows the beat to spur him on, intensifying his cardio workout.
Suddenly Williams sprawls forward, as if he’s been shot by some unseen gunman. The camera pans around to reveal that Williams has, in fact, just received a brutal chairshot to his cranium from man mountain Kenji Zakahashi. Ross and Spike Lambert materialize shortly afterwards, large grins on their faces as they see the crimson mass that Williams’ head has become. Ross nods to Spike, signalling for him and Kenji to begin stomping ruthlessly on Williams, who vainly attempts to cover himself. After around a minute of the assault Ross calls a halt to it, ordering Kenji and Spike to haul him to his feet.
Williams attempts to fight off his attackers, swaying uncertainly as he does so, only to have Kenji tighten his grip to prevent him from moving. Ross nods approvingly to Kenji, a smile forming on his face…a smile which quickly turns sour as he turns his attention back to Williams.
Ross: I FUCKING TOLD YOU you’d regret turning me down Andy! Nobody turns ME down… nobody fucks around with Ross Lambert… NOBODY!!
Ross paces back and forth, breathing heavily as he attempts to keep his temper in check.
Ross: You could have had it ALL Andy, but you tossed that opportunity down the drain. Luckily for you I’m a generous man, so I’m going to ask you, nay…TELL you, once more to join The Republic.
Ross glares at Williams, whose head has lolled forward, and waits for a response. When he doesn’t get one he barks an order at Kenji.
Ross: LIFT HIS HEAD UP! NO-ONE fucking ignores ME, not this you, not this sonnuva bitch, not even the fucking PRESIDENT!!
Kenji grabs a handful of Williams’ hair, forcing him to wince visibly, and forces him to face Ross Lambert.
Ross: Cradling the chair in his hands. WELL?! You’ve got ONE… ONE MORE SHOT at greatness, Mr. Williams, what’s it gonna’ be?! WHAT’S IT GOING TO BE?!
Williams glares straight into the irate Lambert’s eyes but continues his silence. This turns Lambert a violent shade of purple as he finally snaps, drilling Williams with the chair and leaving him limp in Spike and Kenji’s arms.
Ross: Drop him!
Spike and Kenji instantly let Williams flop onto the concrete floor and Lambert stoops down, taking a handful of Williams’ blood-matted hair, and spits out one final diatribe, dripping with venom.
Ross: Everyone action has it’s consequences Mr. Williams, and every mistake has it’s punishments, and when you make mistakes with me… the consequences are dire, you’d do well to remember this Mr. Williams, if you can HEAR me that is, when you screw with Ross Lambert… BRUTALITY… IS STANDARD… FUCKING… ISSUE!!!
Ross then stands and turns to his stable-mates, taking care to crush Williams’ iPod under foot before walking away, leaving Williams in an ever-growing pool of his own blood.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:52:39 GMT -5
Segment: JJB getting cold feet? (Credit: JJB)
We return to ringside, and the ACW commentators.
Eddie: Well it's put up or shut up time for JJB as he goes up against an elite superstar in Rena Matherson.
Maxwell: Ugh, not this moron again. I can't wait to see him get his behind kicked.
*MVP's theme blares as JJB heads for the ring.
Maxwell: Honestly, what a cu-
Eddie: Max! You can't say that on TV!
Maxwell: - mbersome clod he is! What? Oh… anyway, I believe JJB should prepare to get his behind kicked, as I previously stated.
Eddie: What happened to fair and balanced commentary?
*JJB grabs a mic and begins to talk.
Eddie: Oh no, more rambling.
JJB: Hello fans, I have one question! Do you guys know what piss tastes like?
*The fans say "What?"
JJB: You know, piss, because you all are ignorant to the piss poor wrestling that's goes on in this ring. Actually if you give me a minute I'd like to show you something.
*JJB gets paper out of his pocket writing the words ACW on the paper we cannot make out what he's writing after that though.
JJB: I'll tell you what ACW stands for!!!
All Crappy Wrestlers
*JJB begins laughing as the crowd boos and hisses at him.
JJB: I refuse to wrestle this bitch I'm being put up against. Because quite frankly I don't hit girls.
*JJB prepares to leave the ring when suddenly Commissioner Dan shows on the screen.
Dan: JJB, you weren't leaving were you? You will wrestle now or you'll be fired! How’s that?
JJB: Well if you put it that way….
JJB smirks, but stays where he is and awaits his opponent.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:53:20 GMT -5
Match 2: Josh The Jersey Boy vs Rena Matheson (Credit: FSX)
This bout is one that many have their own personal opinions on, and no one appeared to have a high expectation of. Based on those in it alone, many naturally assume it to be an all out ego war. On the other hand however, we could still be shocked by the contest, stranger things have happened. Could this be match of the night? I wonder.
I must admit now, that this match perhaps had the strangest beginning in ACW history. The second that both competitors entered the ring, this appeared to be more of a debate then a wrestling contest; and a bizarre debate at that. They traded insults for a few moments, before JJB remarked 'Fuck you!'. Rena looked a bit taken back upon hearing this at first, before a wide smile came to her face and she happily replied 'Anytime you want.' JJB appeared to be flustered and confused quite quickly, which gave Rena the key opening to amount an opening offense. The size advantage would have many other smaller competitors in fear, but Rena seemed to believe she had the raw strength to toss her opponent around. Quickly, she began nailing rights and lefts, occasionally hitting a few stiff kicks as well. JJB appeared irritated and distracted, trying to cover up at first and even dropping to the mat to be stomped on. The referee appeared to consider calling for the bell at this point, before realizing that a stoppage would get him killed. Rena continued this for a few more moments, before bringing JJB to his feet and attempting to hit some big suplexs. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't seem to lift him. She quickly went though, to just attempt a sleeper. unfortunately, the beast within JJB had apparently awakened at this point, and he quickly through her off.
It appeared that the 'animal' had been unleashed inside him, as he ran to hit her from behind with a lariat. He immediately flipped off the crowd, before lifting her up and nailing a roundhouse kick to the back of the head. With that, he seemed to want a quick pin, only managing a two however. Irritated, he decided against stopping his assault, attacking her with various slams and back breakers, causing Rena to wither in pain, but refuse to give the pin. With this, you could say a murderous intent was seen in his eyes, as he went to the top rope and did a cutthroat taunt, apparently imitating recently deceased murderer Chris Benoit, before diving off the top to a chorus of boos, and nailing the head butt. Taking his time, he slowly rolled her over and hooked the leg, again only managing a two count. Clearly becoming irritated, he lifted her up and seemed to set her up for the Jersey Driver, only to fail to follow through, and simply flip himself into the ropes and over her back. Shocked at being in a seated position suddenly, he had no way of defending Rena as she a seated variation of the Fade to Black in, slapping him upside the face every chance she got as well.
As JJB struggled, and his cheek eventually swelled up, he eventually lifted her up in the move, causing her utter shock as he dropped her on her head, and immediately dropped to lock in the Jersey Krush. He pulled as hard as he could on her, but Rena was showing no signs or surrendering to this weakened version of the KILLER CROSSFACE! A minute or two later, however, she seemed to be re considering, edging herself closer to the ropes, before taking a deep breath, and rolling him over, ending up in a pinning predicament. JJB appeared to be too shocked to react, as the referee counted the three before he could break the hold, Rena tapping soon after. JJB began to curse loudly as he got up and shook his head, apparently in disbelief.
Phillip: And the winner of this match.....The EMPRESSS, RENA MATHESON!
Rena gasped and coughed for a few moments, sitting kneeling in the ring before raising an arm to her adoring public. She stood up and prepared to leave, before being spun around by an irate JJB. She smiled a bit uncomfortably, and offered him a handshake, only to be nailed by the Jersey Driver (Flipping Piledriver). Everyone in attendance booed him loudly, as he laughed to himself, kneeling over her convulsing form as he flipped off the crowd, believing he had gotten the morale victory tonight... Perhaps though, he has gotten the asshole victory.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:54:17 GMT -5
Segment: Hatepromo (Credit: Hunter / Vortex)
As the scene slowly fades in, we find the tall, lone form of Andrew Hunter carelessly traversing the hallways of the ACW backstage area, as has apparently become customary per show. This time, however, he is not greedily feasting on whatever edible item he can find; instead, he walks empty-handed...and empty-hearted, at that. His eyes are just as dead as they were the last time he was on ACW television, and the fans can recognize the part of the arena that he is walking in. They know what is about to happen, and the moments leading up to this are quite gripping. Hunter stops before an all-too-familiar door, and then grabs the doorknob and turns it slowly. The door slowly opens, and soon Hunter lets it rest beside the wall. Vortex slowly raises his head from within the room and smiles.
Vortex: Ah, Hunter. It’s Nice to see you.
Hunter does not return this sentiment. Instead, he stares blankly at Vortex, rarely even blinking.
Vortex: Uh...no treat this time, I see. Finish it on your way over here?
Once again he receives no reply.
Vortex: Oh come off it, Hunter, it's just a match. We can re-team against those guys later…Symph Onyx is far from dead. Besides, this kind of crap happens all of the time; you can’t let a simple loss affect you like this.
Silence once more, but this is only temporary. Soon Hunter blinks a few times, and then opens his mouth to speak.
Hunter: That's where you're wrong. This unit died the moment you failed its name.
Vortex raises an eyebrow.
Vortex: Failed? I’m not the only one who wasn’t thinking that night.
Hunter: You failed. Because of your shittiness, we lost that match, and there's nothing we can say or do that will bring it back.
Vortex: True, but you know that our loss is your fault just as much as it is mine. Sure, I may have refused a tag or two, but you did tag me in when I was in a much weakened state…you should have known what would come of that.
Hunter: I was not at fault. At all. It was you. All you. You got pinned. You lost that match for us. We won't team again. Ever. And normally, this is where we would part ways and say our goodbyes and all that stupid shit. But no. This is different.
Vortex: This is no different, you’re overreacting.
Hunter continues on, as if not hearing a single word that Vortex says.
Hunter: We could have won. Nay. I could have one. I would have been the winner of the Lethal Lottery Tournament for the second year in a row. But no. I had to be stuck with you. You. Of all people.
Vortex: Here we go…
Hunter: You ruined me.
Vortex says nothing, but slowly takes guard. Something is not right.
Hunter: YOU RUINED MY LEGACY!
But his defenses are not as quick as Hunter is. Hunter charges into him with a shoulder block, but as Vortex falls, Hunter grabs him and throws him into the wall. He bashes his head into the wall a few times, and then pulls him back, letting go of him, causing him to crash through the small wooden table in the center of the room. Hunter raises his leg high and throws his heel down at Vortex's head, but the latter is able to quickly roll out of the way. He gets to his feet and collapses over the couch, but Hunter leaps over that and tackles Vortex down to the ground. He tries to pin him to the ground and he tries to hit him a few times, but Vortex quickly headbutts Hunter and throws him off. Hunter gets to his feet, his forehead slightly bleeding, but simply charges back at Vortex.
He grabs his neck and squeezes as tightly as he can, and then launches Vortex out of the room and into the wall of the hallway. Hunter exits the room and sees a nearby steel chair, and so he quickly picks it up, folds it up, and throws it down viciously onto Vortex's head. He stomps him a few times, but then suddenly he is surrounded by a group of large men, who grab his arms and pull him back, making sure that he does not move. A few medics rush over to Vortex and start to help him up, but Hunter is unable to stick around and watch this scene. The large group of men begin to drag him away as he flails around, trying to hit everyone and everything around him. But alas, it is to no avail. However, it is apparent that he has done the necessary damage. For now.
The medics tend to Vortex, attempting to hold his head still. Despite the pain and warnings, Vortex sits up blood running down his face. Vortex begins laughing, and attempts to stand, but the medics push him back down and try to wrap his head. Vortex pushes up again, insisting he is fine even though it is clear that he is in no condition to be moving. Vortex pulls himself to his feet, wobbles, and falls against a nearby wall. The medics rush to steady a rapidly fading Vortex, but as he loses consciousness one last thing can be heard:
Vortex: This isn’t over Hunter…your going to have to kick my ass a lot better than that if you want to keep me down…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:55:32 GMT -5
Title: Come Into My Parlor... (Credit: Stark/AK)
A door is not an especially threatening object in most circumstances. Its role is passive, its fate to simply swing back and forth, occasionally to be slammed, and that’s about it. Tonight, however, Alicia Laureano feels the cold trickle along her spine as she walks toward one particular, nondescript door. She pauses for several seconds before pulling herself together, and raising her hand to knock-
The door opens just before she makes contact with the wood, and she jumps back a fraction. Whether it’s the surprise or the man on the other side which is responsible, no one can immediately say.
The man on the other side is just as surprised, it seems, he stepping back and tilting his torso back, too shocked to close the door immediately. That surprise on his face is quickly masked by a cold sort of indifference, the very faintest beginnings of a ghost of a smirk finding his dark features. He opens the door and leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms.
Starkweather: Oh, hello. I was just going to see about catching up to you.
Alicia composes her own features just as swiftly. She judges that a smile would be obviously forged, so adopts a neutral sort of expression, neither passive nor aggressive.
Alicia: Oh, that’s ok, you came around to me last time, I think. Could I have a word in private, or have I caught you at a bad time?
He issues something approaching a genuine smile and a mocking leer. He steps back into the room and gestures widely... The room itself is rather nice for a dressing room. A finely upholstered couch sits at one end with a television on the left side, a mini-fridge on the other and a row of lockers, one containing a black bag and the other containing a pressed black dress, obviously Umeko's.
Starkweather: Not at all. Come in, we have much to discuss.
Inwardly, he's absolutely seething. He expected something much more violent than this, especially considering what has transpired.
Stepping across the threshold, Alicia takes in her surroundings, and inhales a little as she looks around.
Alicia: Now this is lovely. It makes my locker room look like a horde of barbarians have been camping out.
The good doctor simply smiles, that mask perfectly attuned to his particular mood. He turns and closes the door before stepping off to one side.
Starkweather: Yes, yes. I tend to like things in a particular order. Makes me feel more at home when traveling abroad. Now... What exactly was it you cam to my door to discuss? I daresay I've been more popular in the last week around the locker room than ever before.
Alicia considers her choice of words carefully. She’s acutely aware that Starkweather is not about to give anything away.
Alicia: I don’t think we need to waste any time going over recent events. Clearly, we are approaching our involvement in ACW from very different perspectives, and with different motivations. Now, I know a man such as yourself can read my motivations quite easily… I was with this federation from the start, and as barmy as its roster may be, I hope to see it continue to prosper for many years yet. That much, I’m sure, is blindingly obvious.
Starkweather slips around her as she speaks, settling down on the right side of the couch and leaning back, crossing one leg over the other. Still visibly tense, yes, but rather good at not making it seems as if she is the reason.
Starkweather: Blindingly, yes. And you, being, well... You... Would be intelligent enough to have deciphered at least a portion of what I'm attempting to accomplish. You don't have things such as hubris and overconfidence to cloud your view of what is really happening.
She turns around, slowly, wanting to watch for any infintessimal flicker of a reaction to her reply.
Alicia: I think that you perhaps flatter me with more expertise in this area than I possess, Dr. Starkweather. What precisely is it that you are striving for? What impact, would you say, does the average ACW fan feel from your actions to date?
He leans back a little, hands slipping behind his head. Interesting enough question...
Starkweather: ACW fans, by and large, haven't the faintest idea of what they want. They're so very used to big talk and little action. Men who'd rather band together to assure a victory.
He raises a hand just as she turns to say something.
Starkweather: My particular group has a purpose all it's own. It's more a defense mechanism than anything.
Alicia nods, considering this. She makes very sure not to let the amusement she feels inside show in the slightest.
Alicia: A defense mechanism, eh? I’d describe it more along the lines of mutually assured destruction.
She pushes her hair back with her hands and examines her nails, half absent-mindedly.
Alicia: I really don’t know you all that well, doctor, but I’m sure that you expected some sort of reaction from me given the actions you recently took. And I don’t deny the fact that your plan was extremely well planned, well executed, and caused me considerable distress at the time.
She paces a little, deliberately not looking at him now, forcing him to rely on her words.
Alicia: What you need to bear in mind is that I learned a very painful lesson a long time ago; there is no point to becoming angry, or swearing vengeance upon those that wrong you, however much one might want to indulge that base side of one’s nature. I know very well that you are an expert in triggering that response, and capitalising on it in the most devastating fashion. But I’m afraid that I just won’t be led down that path. So all I really wanted was to do you the courtesy of telling you this before you and your stable expend valuable time on that kind of endeavour.
He watches her as she paces, carefully forming her words. He's already got a response before she's even halfway done, someone trying very hard not to simply revert to a brutish caveman can be spotted a mile away.
Starkweather: The lesson learned is not always followed, especially in times of duress. I've read the file, Mrs. Laureano, I know a few things about you that have not been brought to light in recent times. Where you live, for example. Where you grew up. What you're afraid of. Everyone is afraid of something, Mrs. Laureano, and you successfully managed to stave off the panic that losing your privacy typically leads to. What exactly was it that you wished to say when you came to my door? That I haven't scared you?...
Alicia stops, and looks at him, tilting her head on one side.
Alicia: Scared? I would be a fool indeed if I wasn’t scared of a man like you, Dr. Starkweather. Someone who freely chooses to act as you do should always be feared.
She folds her arms with a sigh.
Alicia: You think that I’m merely spouting words to try and look bigger, or braver, or stronger than I am. Maybe that’s true to some extent… after all, there’s always a gap between our self-image and our actual capabilities.
Her arms drop to her sides and she shakes her head.
Alicia: I don’t know why I’m even still talking. You hold this federation and most of the people in it in contempt, and there’s certainly nothing I can say that will change your mind. You’re so deeply entrenched in your own intrigues and deceptions that there’s no point in my engaging any further with you. You want to know why I came here? I genuinely wanted to find out more about you, because there was that hint of something interesting… but there’s absolutely nothing original about you when it comes right down to it. You’re just another…pointlessly unpleasant person.
Alicia shrugs, and waits for Stark’s inevitable parting shot. After all, it’s rude to walk out before the other person has had their final say.
Starkweather simply smiles at what is designed to be a goad into saying something egotistical. He merely shrugs and makes a sweeping gesture.
Starkweather: You know that I enjoy having my fressing room in order, so don't call it a complete loss.
He leans over, flicking the door to the minifridge open. Out comes a canned Sprite beverage, he waggling another in offering to the female in front of him.
Starkweather: I'm not that bad a person, at heart. I just.. How to say, have a flare for the theatrical. I find that it makes the actual match easier when the opponent is off of their game to begin with. My unpleasantness has a point, dear Mrs. Laureano. You just haven't discovered what it is yet, I'm afraid.
Alicia takes the can, and smiles for the first time. Starkweather’s last comment is at least vaguely interesting.
Alicia: I'm sure it does, and I wish I could say I was that bothered what it is, but to be honest I'm not. Whatever works for you, doc, that's my take on things.
She could expand further, but doesn’t feel so inclined. Whatever else the doctor has planned, if anything, she’s not going to find out more about it in this environment.
Alicia: Well, thanks for this… and thanks for your time. I’ll see you around, perhaps.
The door is only a short distance, and she moves over to it, opening it up but pausing in case the doctor has any more pearls of wisdom to impart. She only hears the “Kr-pfssssh-cack!” of a can opening, he sitting back and taking a drink of his beverage.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jul 19, 2007 15:57:54 GMT -5
Segment: Lucky Escape (Credit: Scott)
It hasn’t been an easy week for Scott Andrews. Sure, he enforced his actions with a win over Adrian Flamingo, but it’s his situation with Kudo Yasuda that has him really on edge. He had offered Kudo a chance to redeem himself in Scott’s eyes, but Kudo ignored it. He stuck his nose up at Scott and proved that he was just as disrespectful and off path as Scott had predicted; and Scott Andrews doesn’t take shit from anybody.
He walks the backstage area after exiting the Senatorial Locker Room, dressed in black work pants and a white button up dress shirt, and makes his way towards a large notice board. Something on the board catches his eye; a derogatory depiction of Head Trainer, Tim Dwight pinned to the top left corner. The badly drawn caricature is ripped from the board and Scott turns to see Franchi$e and X-Treme Kid laughing to themselves a little ways down the corridor. Scott looks over to them before looking back at the picture. He notices a dollar sign scribbled in pen on the back of the paper, obviously Franchi$e should have thought about leaving any proof available for someone as militant about this kind of thing as Scott.
He walks over to the two Fallout mishaps and pats Franchi$e solidly on the shoulder. Both of them stop laughing and Franchi$e turns slowly to see an irate Scott Andrews standing before him. He slowly backs away, seemingly unsure of why Scott has approached him.
Franchi$e: Yo, hOmiE! WhY R u sTepPinG 2 mE?
Scott: You didn’t happen to draw this did you?
Scott extends his hand holding the drawing. Franchi$e looks at it and gulps, but plays it off.
Franchi$e: NaH mAn I hAd nUffIn’ 2 dO wiT iT!
Scott: Well there’s a big dollar sign scribbled on the back of this, your trademark symbol. I see you two clowns standing metres away chuckling to yourselves when you see me approach the picture. Now all the evidence is against you, and you can’t man up to what you’ve done? Tim Dwight is a good man he doesn’t deserve this kind of humiliation. He only trains you hard so you become the best you can be, and THIS is how you repay him?! I should strike you down where you stand, but I’m not going to do that. Y’know why? Because you’re not worth it you piece of slime… You’re both degenerates with no sense of respect or honour. You want to make it in ACW while Scott Andrews is around you better shape up quick smart, because if I catch either of you pulling shit like this again, I promise I will personally beat the living shit out of you. Good day.
Scott rams the piece of paper into Franchi$e’s chest before walking past him, almost winding him in the process. Lucky for them that’s the only thing he did and his temper was kept in tact this time round. Incidents like this are Russian Roulette when Scott Andrews is involved. Maybe he’s saving his anger for someone else…
FADE OUT.
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