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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:22:36 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 2nd August 2007
Schedule of Matches: -------------------------------------------------
Erick Wilson vs. Nickolas Garrett
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XS3 w/ Dan White vs. VorteX
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Jonny Spade vs. Ricky Falco vs. Ross Lambert
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Nick Durden vs. Jake Cheng
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Adrian Flamingo vs. Alicia Laureano
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Yoko Satoshi vs. Fallen Souls
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:27:08 GMT -5
Wheeeeeeee, another edition of Meltdown begins, and the lunatics are well and truly taking over the asylum tonight as the crowd gives it some for the opening montage. It’s going to be all downhill from here, too, as the dust settles from Seven Deadly Sins… but first, let us join someone who is almost blissfully unaware of the madhouse he’s moved into….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:29:14 GMT -5
Segment: Moving In (Credit: Erick Wilson)
Nothing reminded Erick of when he was a kid more than now. Moving from place to place was common for Erick as a kid. His dad was a businessman crawling up the corporate ladder. Unfortunately, he had to bring his family along with him wherever they had to go. In retrospect it wasn't too bad, since making friends was easy in the first grade. Now, moving from Ontario, Canada where Erick only had the friendship of his mentor Eddie Weiss was very disettling. Now he has to venture into the unknown lands of Alpha Championship Wrestling. This move is very confusing for Erick, as the ACW has a very distinct style. It's almost like culture shock, seeing how these other wrestlers have adapted to this wrestling promotion. Erick has yet to meet somebody that he has anything in common with. Isolated is how he's feeling, and he's almost afraid to try and adapt to this particular style. Will he look like a fool in front of all these experienced guys? Will he be labeled as the new guy, and overlooked for everything he tries to do? Will this affect his success as a wrestler? All these questions flowing through Erick's head... He'd rather just move back home and find something else to do. However, this is the same way he felt going into a certain Canadian promotion, and look how that turned out. He went undefeated, even holding some gold on his way up. Too bad that it shut down before he got his shot at the big one in Florida. It was disappointing to be so close to a top championship title, but watch it slip away. Oh well... Maybe it will work out here. Maybe.
The scene opens up in an empty hallway. The sun shines out the window down towards the end of the hall, but it jsut isn't enough to properly illuminate the dim hallway. The afternoon sun gives it an orange aurora. Walking down the hall is a man carrying a maroon suitcase in his left hand and a black duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. He eclipses the sunlight as he approaches the door. With his free right hand he takes out a jangly object out of his right pocket. It appears to be a key. He approaches the door that the camera is beside. He turns, revealing his profile. He has a smooth babyface, and appears to be in a sullen mood. It's Erick Wilson; ACW's newest wrestler. He inserts the key into the door labeled 3C and twists, unlocking the door. He enters. The apartment is quaint based on first looks. The aroma is that of what can only be described as "new house". Indeed the apartment was just recently built, and Erick happens to be the first occupant of apartment 3C. He enters the apartment and the camera follows behind him. Instantly, you enter the den/kitchen area. The kitchen seperated by a set of counters. Behind the counters is a strip of tile, as well a a pure white refrigerator, an electric stove, a single sink, and some cabinets. The living room is bare, waiting for furniture to be placed. The truck with the stuff from Erick's old apartment should be here tomorrow. To the right is a door leading to the bedroom. It's a small room painted blue with a lone window gazing out upon the city streets, with a simple twin bed nearby. It also holds a bathroom, complete with toilet, shower, sink, and mirror... After inspecting the entire room, Erick steps back out into the den and looks directly at the camera, grinning a bit.
"Hey man, thanks for helping me move in..." Erick says.
"No problem, buddy. That's what I'm here for." Says a gruff voice from beyond the camera.
For those of you unaware, the man beyond the camera is Eddie Weiss... A former wrestler in the Honor Wrestling League. He met up with Erick while he was just starting in MLWA. Eddie has served as a mentor and a friend to Erick since... However, Eddie is a family man, and has since quit wrestling to pursue a job that will keep him at home. However, Eddie knows that he can't stay away from wrestling for long, which is why he has worked with Erick. Eddie himself is a big brute. Tall and solid like a tree trunk... Very different from Erick, who is a skinny kid that relies on technical skills in the ring. Erick looks out the window, stuffing his hands in his tan cargo shorts pockets.
"This sucks, Eddie. These guys seem to be leagues better than the talent in the MLWA. Back there it was just a small pond. ACW is like an ocean. How am I going to survive with these guys? I mean sure, I've faced off and beat some of the talent here... XS3, Rena Matheson... Kudo?"
"I don't think you've ever faced him." Eddie says.
Erick turns from the window, rubbing his chin. He looks down at the tan rug, still talking to Eddie...
"Right... Well, despite that, there's some talent here that goes so far beyond them. I mean guys like BK London, Starkweather, Wyvern, The Senator... And even their female wrestlers look really tough!" Erick said, worriedly.
"Yeah, I wouldn't wanna face off against Atomic Kitsune any time soon..." Eddie remarks.
Erick looks back up at the camera with sincere eyes.
"I know... But what I'm worried most about is fitting in with these guys. A lot of them seem to get along. I wonder if they'll accept me." Erick confesses.
"Well kid, all you've gotta do is work hard and show that you're ACW material. Eventually they'll come to respect you. Whatever you do, don't change who you are, bud." Eddie says.
Erick rubs the back of his head, pondering Eddie's advice.
"I suppose... It's not going to be easy, that's for sure. The only titles within possibility for now are the Lighweight title and the Entertainment title..." Erick says.
"Whoa, slow down. You've got your debut match to think about first... Who are you facing off against this week?" Eddie says sternly.
"Uh... Nickolas Garrett. Kind of a generic fellow. I don't think he's even had a match yet..." Erick says, with a bit of arrogance.
"Well for somebody who's so unsure about 'fitting in' you seem quite confident." Eddie says with a smirk.
"Yeah, I suppose. I guess I'm just more concerned about my next big opportunity... You know?" Erick says.
"With that attitude you're going to get a stiff pop to the jaw from somebody. Take it one match at a time, dude." Eddie says.
Erick nods in agreement.
"Shit..." Eddie exclaims. "What time is it?"
Erick whips his cell phone out of his pocket and flips it open, checking the time for Eddie.
"Six thirty." Erick responds.
"Damn, I've gotta get going, unless I want to get my ass kicked by Katie." Eddie says with a laugh. Erick chuckles as well.
"Yeah, I'll talk to you later. Thanks again for coming." Erick says.
The camera drops down and flicks off. Eddie looks up at Erick and smiles.
"Later dude." Eddie replies.
Eddie exits the room and Erick shuts the door behind him. It's been a long day, but now that Erick's head has been somewhat cleared up, he can finally relax on his couch... That's not here yet. Erick sighs. Now there's nothing to do, and he has to wait until Eddie leaves to get into his car so he can avoid any awkward situations. Suddenly there's a rumbling in his pocket, emerging from his phone. He flips it open once again... It's ESPN Who's Now... 'Text 1 for Tiger Woods or 2 for Lebron James'.
"Phhbbttt..." Erick blows a raspberry. "Tiger, obviously."
Erick enters the number 1 into his phone as he exits his apartment... And the scene fades out to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:29:38 GMT -5
Segment: Stepping Up (Credit: Nickolas Garret)
An instrumental of Revolution Deathsquad by DragonForce is playing in the background as the camera comes into focus. An unknown man stands in a dimly lit hallway. A white light shines from behind him.
Nickolas Garret: My name is Nickolas Garret. I will be starting my new career in ACW tonight, and I will make an impact! All my life people said I would never make it into ACW and here I stand today. I will prove them wrong tonight by defeating my opponent and proving I can make it. I have trained extremely hard for this day.
A montage of Nickolas Garret training is shown.
Garret: I don't fight for the money, I fight because I have a passion for this sport. Every champion should keep an eye on me, or you'll lose.
The light behind Garret flickers a little and then blows out. Nickolas Garret gets right near the camera.
Footage of Garret's best matches from his early days are shown. In the final one he is bloody but the winner.[/u]
Garret: I've been through some of the most gruesome matches a person can have, but I've always come out on top. ACW is the big league and I'm ready to step up. Watch out, because Nickolas Garret has arrived.
The camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:31:00 GMT -5
Segment: An Awkward Moment (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
Just mere days after Seven Deadly Sins, one can't help but wonder just where things go from here. Twists and turns surrounded the latest pay-per-view and a couple of shockers too.
The trickery of BK London and Thunderkiss going onto Heatwave in the Lethal Lottery Finals. Senator getting some revenge in securing the International Championship from Thunderkiss. VorteX picking up the upset of a lifetime over Hunter. Wyvern using the ropes to steal a victory from Rattlesnake. And the apparent break up of Yoko and Sarin because of a secret rendezvous with Rattlesnake.
So what exactly takes place now? There's bound to be some kind of tension in the Senatorial Stable over everything that happened. Some more than others. The few moments can and probably will create some awkward ones as time goes on.
The scene opens to Senator, Hunter, Freeman and Scott in the Senatorial Stable locker room. Senator sits at the preparation table with the International Championship resting in front of him. Hunter merely glances over at the title every few minutes emotionlessly. Scott and Freeman sit in the corner playing Wii Bowling on Kevin Fitsharris's personal Wii, while Fitsharris paces the floor impatiently, and Kalb stands off in a corner.
Freeman: YEAH! Strike!
Scott: Doesn't matter, jackass, you're still two behind me.
Freeman: So? I suck at bowling. This is an achievement for me.
Hunter glances over at Scott and Freeman.
Hunter: Silence, fools! There are better things to do with your time than...false bowling!
Fitsharris: Yeah, like play Metroid Prime Three!
Kalb: You dummy, that's not even out yet...
Freeman: Better things, Hunter? Do you mean pissing and moaning over a loss?
Hunter: I am neither pissing nor moaning. And you watch your mouth. I AM the leader of this here stable, and as long as you're under MY leadership, I possess the ability to toss your ass out.
Freeman: Ooh...scary.
Freeman's sarcasm was beginning to get the best of Hunter. But he ignored it. He turned back to Senator and patted him on the shoulder.
Hunter: And under MY leadership, this man here was the only one who was capable of bringing some gold back to the stable.
Senator: I realize that. 'Tis a shame that the traitor once again found a way to hold onto that horridly customized title of his. I believe that Snake would indeed have been a better champion, and if he keeps up on his current pace, there is no doubt that he will be a superior champ.
Hunter: Too bad he won't win. Come on, I'm the one who will dethrone Wyvern and take back the World Title. Snake's all style, no substance. Oh, and no leader. He's no goddamn leader.
Senator: Hunter, I realize that you and Snake both feel that you have a strong case to be made for the leadership spot in the Stable. That would be fine, if you two would follow the time tested traditions of the group, and settle it out peacefully to some degree...
Scott: But you didn't. Can't you guys work something out between the two of you? Surely two mature gentlemen like yourselves can sort something out? ...Hey what does the turkey mean?
Freeman: Dammit! Now I can't win.
Fitsharris: Oh, come on, that's my system, let me back on it!
Hunter: And we all know what that is. It's Snake. Not only did he not win, but he picked up...that...thing.
Ironically, at that moment, the door opens and Rattlesnake walks in. All eyes gaze upon him for a moment as he looks around. Everyone goes back to doing what they were doing. Rattlesnake turns to someone outside.
Rattlesnake: It'll be just a moment.
Hunter: Hey, look, it's Michael Bay.
Rattlesnake: What? What'd I do?
Hunter: A LIKELY STORY, PEASANT! Do you realize what you've done?
Rattlesnake: I lost my title match because I wasn't careful, I know. You don't have to remind me of that.
Hunter: That's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the other thing that you lost.
Rattlesnake: Other thing? What was the other...? OHHH! The argument. I didn't lose that. I know you feel bad about questioning my leadership. It happens. It's water under the bridge.
By now Hunter is getting pissed off.
Hunter: That's not what I mean either! I'm referring to your SANITY, that's what you've lost.
Rattlesnake: Oh I see what you mean now. You're referring to Sarin.
Freeman: What's up with that? Are you dating a lesbian?
Scott's head perks up.
Scott: Thespian? What the hell?
Rattlesnake: Freeman, Scott. Go back to playing with your Wii. This doesn't concern you two. And don't go blind. And don't lose control of the controller. Any damage to that TV comes out of your paychecks.
Senator: There might be ramifications for the greater whole, seeing that you could be involved with some serious trouble here. While personally, I have no problem with Sarin, I can not blame the others for being interested, or concerned, for that matter, since you might be dealing with more than just Ms. Rossi.
Hunter: I have no idea what he said, but I'll say "what he said" and be done with it. Don't you see the problems that can arise because of you being unable to keep Little Snake hidden?
Rattlesnake: There aren't any as far as I'm concerned.
Hunter: What about having to deal with Yoko showing up at this door every goddamn second, knocking on it wildly and crying for that dyke to take her back?
Fitsharris: Yeah, you don't wanna have the mighty Yokoberg coming in and breaking us all, do you? I mean, Mina would kill me for saying it, but even if that Sarin chick is kinda hot, you might not wanna...
At that point Sarin walks in. She glares at Hunter for a second before addressing the stable as a whole.
Sarin: Let me handle Yoko. I assure you all, her wrath can and will be contained.
Rattlesnake: Are you sure, Sarin? I can handle her you know.
Sarin nods, rubbing the back of her neck and leaning against the wall.
Sarin: In due time, Yoko will understand that love is irrational. It can strike anyone as fast as lightning.
Hunter (under his breath): I wish lightning would hit you, smoldering you to a tiny crisp, and then I could re-burn that crisp, nuke it, toss it out a thirtieth story window, nuke it again, and then nuke it one more time for good measure.
Sarin: Huh?
Pause.
Hunter: CLEAN YOUR EARS, WOMAN!
Sarin: Ooh, I have a q-tip in my purse, thanks!
She busies herself in her Louis Vuitton.
Senator: Well, welcome to our humble abode, Ms. Rossi, make yourself at home, I might have to apologise, though...things are hardly accommodating to a woman as yourself. Kalb! Go fetch her a chair that DOES NOT have cheese crumbs and athletic tape scraps all over it, if you will.
Kalb: Sure, bossman...
Sarin ignores the chair brought before her, instead snapping her purse with a sharp clack.
Sarin: Thank you for the welcome, boys. Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the lady's room.
She inclines her head in a sort of general dismissal, flipping her hair around her shoulder. She stops a few feet from the door. Blushing, she plants a quick kiss on Rattlesnake's lips before leaving as quickly as she entered. Hunter looks at the closed door, and then turns back to the Senator.
Hunter: Do you by any chance have any contact with government assassins?
Senator: Maybe. Why?
Pause.
Hunter: No reason.
Rattlesnake looks at Hunter.
Rattlesnake: Look. If you've got a problem, just say it.
Right before Hunter can say a word, Rattlesnake cuts him off.
Rattlesnake: No. I think you'd best keep quiet in a case like this. I can't exactly take your advice since you died and came back. Taking advice from you in this case would be like asking me to wear a blindfold and walk into oncoming traffic. Better yet, it's like asking Senator to take a long walk off a short dock.
Hunter: What's your problem?
Rattlesnake: My problem? MY problem? MY PROBLEM?!
Suddenly Rattlesnake felt a surge of emotion running through him.
Rattlesnake: My problem is that I got cheated out of what should be my World Championship! I've got Sarin by my side now and the only thing you do is berate her! For once...something good happens to me in my mind and you have to piss all over the goddamn thing!
Hunter takes a step back. No one has seen this kind of emotion from Rattlesnake before.
Rattlesnake: So let me tell you one thing Hunter. Think twice before you open your mouth, especially while I'm in the vicinity. The next time, I won't hesitate to knock the shit out of you.
Rattlesnake turns around and leaves as FSX walks into the room. FSX can see the anger across Rattlesnake's face. Fallen shakes his head a bit, before looking sternly at everyone else in the room.
FSX: What did you guys do now?
Hunter: Nothing! He's just fucking pissing in a barrel over nothing...er....X...
FSX: ...Pissing in a barrel? Huh
Fallen seems to rub his chin a bit well pondering, as the camera now pans to show that he is only wearing a towel.
FSX: I'm not going to bother getting in to your little scuffle, as it's really just an embarrassment. I don't understand why we can't just go back to the old days, when it wasn't the Hunter and Snake show around here! I like feeling important.
Senator: ...That's all fine and well...but where are your clothes?
FSX: Huh..? Oh, I just got out of the shower.
Hunter: And you decided to just wander in here?!
FSX: Yup...Guess I probably should of got dressed...No difference now! Let's just forget about all your little problems, and focus on something more important!
Freeman: Finding you some pants?
There's a look of irritation on Fallen's face, though he decides to just ignore Freeman entirely. It's the hip thing to do!
FSX: I have myself a match tonight, and no one seems to care.
Freeman: We don't.
FSX: ...And of course, I'm not sure how to properly prepare for Yoko, when she's likely bawling over Sarin...which reminds me, where is she?
Hunter: Just missed her, and if your lucky, she'll die!
FSX: What...? Anyway, ideas?
There's a pause as everyone seems to contemplate it for a moment, before Freeman looks away from his bowling again.
Freeman: Learn to lay down and take it?
FSX: I'm no whore.
Freeman: Wh--
Hunter: How about you learn to think like a distressed woman on her period?
FSX: That's just plain old stupid! Why the hell would I do that?! Would that work?! Do you think?! I'll give it a shot!
And just as quickly as he came, Fallen had left the room in a rush, hopefully making a stop along the way to get dressed. Still, those remaining in the room looked at each other and sighed.
Senator: With all this drama, we are bound to be on daytime television soon.
And maybe, just maybe..it will! What will happen next time on All my Stable? Only time will tell!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:33:02 GMT -5
Segment: Another day, another interview (Credit: BK)
As we return from the commercial hyping up the Night of Rematches Show on Warfare next week, we are brought to a beautiful shot outside of the arena with the moon glowing high obove it. The digital sign on the top of the building says "ACW Monday Night Warfare - SOLD OUT" in big bright orange letters, and quickly we cut back to inside where interviewer Charlotte King is standing by. She gets her cue to start the interview and now we begin.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am now standing by the man who seems to be doing it all this year. He won the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, main evented Omega Effect, and now he is the 2007 Winner of the Lethal Lottery Tournament - B-K London!
The camera pulls out to a much bigger shot, and we see BK London standing beside Charlotte in his street clothes. While sporting a bandage over his left eye, probably from his Last Man Standing encounter, he's also sporting a nice smile.
Charlotte: BK, first of call, congratulations on your two wins at Seven Deadly Sins last week Saturday, not a lot of people can say they've won two matches in one night.
BK: That is true.
Charlotte: Which brings us to the reason you are sporting that bandage over your eye? Your match with Jake Cheng last Saturday, Last Man Standing Match, what was most surprising about this encounter besides all of the amazing offense was the end of the match where you and Jake shook hands. What was that all about?
BK: Well you know Charlotte, Jake and I still hate each other's guts. The man has attempted to ruin my life so many times that I'm not sure if we can ever be friends again. But I can't help but respect when someone put on a good performance, I can't help but respect when someone gives there all, and I'll admit a few times in the match he almost had me beat. A few times in the match I just wanted to give up, because I knew that you know, it wasn't wise for me to continue taking such a beating. But you know me, I'm a pugnacious son of a bitch, I fought through the pain and here I am. Well, even though I couldn't get out the bed the next morning, it still feels good to stand here the winner. But back to the point, the handshake was simply out of respect for his in ring efforts. He debuted at Seven Deadly Sins 3 years ago, and you've gotta respect how far he has come from then.
Charlotte: That you do. But now if you mind, I'm going to change the subject and we're going to talk about your Heatwave opponent, Thunderkiss. How do you feel about taking him on with so much on the line?
BK: He doesn't scare me, he doesn't scare me at all. Sure, he's six foot seven. Sure, he's over 350 pounds. But I've beaten men muuuch bigger than him, and come Heatwave he'll be no exception.
Charlotte: He has quite an accomplished list, in just his eight months being here he has already defeated the likes of The Senator and managed to win the Entertainment Championship and International Championship. Doesn't that impress you in the least?
BK: Impressing? Charlotte, you are looking at the man who in 3 months became Entertainment Champion and Tag Team Champion - holding them both at the same time. Your looking at the man who five months later became the ACW Heavyweight Champion by defeating The Macho Man RDK. His resumé in ACW thus far has been...hmm...above average - but to say it's impressing, I'll be the judge of that.
Charlotte: Well tonight you two face off for the first time as non-tag team partners during the Lethal Lottery Award Presenting Ceremony, what do you think will happen?
BK: .......
Charlotte: .....
BK: ...shit happens.
BK walks off camera following that statements and Charlotte stands idly by, watching him as he walks off until the camera fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:34:15 GMT -5
Segment: A few words (Credit: Nickolas Garret)
Nickolas Garret is seen in his locker room before his match. A knock is heard on the door.
Nickolas Garret: Come in!
An interviewer enters the room.
Interviewer: Can I get a couple of words before your match?
Nickolas Garret: Yeah, sure.
Interviewer: How does it feel to be working for one of the top wrestling promotions today?
Nickolas Garret: It is great to be here. I worked all my life to get to this level and I've finally made it.
Interviewer: Do you think you can defeat your opponent later tonight?
Nickolas Garret: I hope I can beat him. From what I've hear he's never lost a match, and if that is true, I could be in trouble, but I'm going to stay positive and think that I can beat him.
Interviewer: If you plan on holding any gold in the future you are going to have to prove yourself tonight, you know that, right?
Nickolas Garret: Yeah, I know. This will be a night to remember. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a match to prepare for.
The camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:35:42 GMT -5
Match 1: Erick Wilson vs. Nickolas Garrett (Credit: Hunter)
Considering that neither man has yet to make an incredibly huge impact on ACW, it is quite obvious that this is an important match for both of them. The fans applauded them politely as they got into the ring and circled each other, and then applauded more when things finally got under way. Wilson got in the first offense by running in and knocking Garret down with a quick shoulder block, which he followed up by attempting to stomp away at Garret. The latter would have none of this, and so he rolled out of the way and got to his feet, and then threw out a quick spinning kick. Wilson grabbed his leg, pulled him closer, and then proceeded to chop his chest viciously, until eventually Garret grabbed him and hit him with a swift headbutt, forcing the two of them to fly back onto opposite sides of the ring.
After this generally strike-tastic start, the men both changed their strategies to something more power orientated. So now that I say that, of course, I must say that Garret began his offense by hitting Wilson with five punches to the head, and then hit him with a back drop. He covered, but Wilson kicked out just before the two. He then slammed Garret in the head with a knee, and finally nailed him with a terrific looking atomic drop/superkick combo. Although he had high hopes for this clever showcase, alas, Garret was able to just kick out. Wilson then attempted a dragon screw, but Garret kicked him away and was able to hit him with a kick to the head. He then grabbed him for a sidewalk slam, but Wilson pulled his weight down and turned it into an impressive arm drag/armbar combination, although Garret was able to break the hold quite quickly.
Approaching the end of the match, both competitors began busting out the most powerful and impressive maneuvers in their move sets. Garret charged at Wilson for a running clothesline, but Wilson ducked, grabbed his head, and hit him with a fisherman DDT, just one of many versions of said move that he can perform. Finding his cover to be unsuccessful, Wilson tries for his Euthanasia finisher, but Garret blocks the first knee strike, lifts Wilson high up into the air, and brings him crashing down with a massive spinebuster. He tries for the cover, but again Wilson kicks out. The latter rises, blocks a few punches, and then tries for the Celestial Drop, but Garret throws him over himself before the move can be completed. When Wilson rises, Garret goes for his ultimate finisher, the Chair, but when he throws Wilson down into the powerbomb position, Wilson grabs his head for a DDT, and thus he DDTs Garret just as Garret powerbombs him. The pendulum could have swung either way, but it favours Wilson, whose counter takes the sting out of Garret’s attack and stuns him long enough for Wilson to pick up the 3 count, and his first win.
Post match, Garret is obviously disappointed, but he’s shown the fans what he’s made of, and their response is positive. Wilson, meanwhile, underlines his excellent credentials; the rest of the roster had better keep their eyes on both these men.
Fade to the break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:36:14 GMT -5
Segment: New beginnings indeed… (Credit: TK / XS3)
As we fade back into the ACW arena, the sounds of “See You At The Show” by Nickelback take hold of the audience. They instantly begin the booing for the cocky stable known only as the Entourage. XS3 and Christine are out first before being joined by Thunderkiss. With Zero still suspended and Commissioner Dan apparently staying in the back for this one, the two members of the Entourage begin their quest down to the ring. Once they enter the ring, they take to their corners and taunt the fans in attendance. The music then dies down and XS3 then gets a mic from a ringside attendant.
XS3: The Entourage is in the house, daddy-o!
The crowd piles on more jeers.
XS3: Haha, indeed, you people aren't happy about the way we dumped on all of you at Seven Deadly Sins. BK and Senator didn't see it coming and quite frankly, no one but us did. To be honest, though, Thunderkiss has the deadliest finger in professional wrestling today and it certainly took its toll on me. But don't worry, I still managed to enter my submission match with Nick Durden.
A pop is heard at the mention of Nick Durden's name.
XS3:But you know what? I may have lost but I sent a message to the entire locker room… No one is to take me lightly within the ring. I re-established myself at Seven Deadly Sins as one of the greatest technical wrestlers to ever grace ACW. I couldn't be any happier now… I have my wife at my side and Nick Durden is a thing of the past. Oh, but I do have one more thing to tell him: If you even had a brain whatsoever Durden, you'd know for damn sure that I am nowhere near as old as… Oh let's say… Steve Philips. color]
More boos.
XS3:So yeah, sorry if you had plans on decorating my walker with streamers and ribbons for the future but maybe next time, you shouldn't let your rage get the best of you sometimes. Kids, don't rely on whiny emo Mormons to be your damn role model. But now that Durden is a thing of the past… I shall now graciously hand over the mic to Thunderkiss.
XS3, finished with what he has to say, then hands off the mic to Thunderkiss, who gets the loudest reaction of the two… and it's not necessarily a positive reaction.
Thunderkiss: I’d bet that you people are really happy about what happened....
Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You DAMN bet they are!
Thunderkiss: Well, you just continue to keep on smiling. That’s right, just smile as hard as you can that the Senator is now the International Champion, because quite frankly, you people DESERVE him. If you want a boring, useless, uncharismatic man to bring joy to your pitiful lives ... so be it! While you both jerk each other off, I’m going to go on to bigger and BETTER things. Things such as the ACW WORLD TITLE. I will gladly show that I can run in the top spot longer than your dear Senator, which shouldn’t be hard to do really, since he only lasted a MONTH as champion!
Suddenly, the crowd begins chanting...
Crowd *chanting*: 19 DAYS! 19 DAYS! 19 DAYS! 19 DAYS! 19 DAYS! 19 DAYS!
Thunderkiss *shouting*: SHUT UP!
Maxwell McNally: Last time I checked TK, a month is longer than ... 19 days!
The crowd roars.
Thunderkiss: Now the way I see it, standing in my way are only TWO men. One: BK London. And two, whomever the champion is when I finally get my shot. London, I’ve been your partner for a whole month. I’ve seen all you got brother and it doesn’t impress me. You’re an instant win, a stepping stone. And the World Champ? It doesnt matter to me if its Wyvern or downwithbush, either way, they are no match against the ULTIMATE MALE!!!
Maxwell McNally: Would you call this “officially” putting your name in the race Eddie?
“Fast” Eddie Edison: It looks that way to me Max.
Thunderkiss: Now then… It's come to my attention that some people don't take us seriously as we believe they should. And I think I know why. We have to get rid of some dead weight here and I think the only person the Entourage needs to ditch is…
Thunderkiss lowers the mic and looks all around the arena. The fans are quietly on the edge of their seats as they see Thunderkiss raise the mic back to his mouth and points at Christine.
Thunderkiss: …you.
Christine's eyes go wide at this as the crowd continues to boo. XS3's eyes are a little wide too.
Thunderkiss: Your voice of reason is enough to drive anyone crazy. You've been a consistent pain in XS3's side since he joined the Entourage and your whole thing with Durden made it worse. So I think the only sensible thing for you to do is get the hell out of our ring NOW!
Christine is slowly beginning to back off from the one man who changed her life for the worse. However, just before Thunderkiss can do anything more, XS3 stands in front of Christine and gets in Thunderkiss' face.
XS3: "Don't talk to my wife like that."
Thunderkiss is surprised at XS3's defiance.
Thunderkiss: X, you have 10 seconds to curb stomp this bitch or I'm going to do it FOR YOU!
XS3: "To you, she may be useless but to me, she is my wife. And I will honor her requests whether you like it or not!"
Christine then goes over to her husband and puts an arm around him. XS3 also does the same and the crowd pops as Thunderkiss looks on in disbelief at the fact that XS3 is choosing to side with his wife. All of a sudden, Thunderkiss cracks a grin and slowly nods to XS3, who suddenly returns the gesture. Christine doesn't know what to think of the two doing this as XS3 slowly turns to Christine.
The two stare into each other's eyes for seemingly one last time before XS3 hoists Christine up on his shoulders in a torture rack style. The crowd cries out as XS3 yells some words not caught by the camera. Christine does not seem to be struggling but at the same time, she almost does not want to accept this fate that she has been dealt.
The last thing Christine sees before blacking out is Thunderkiss laughing at her as XS3 drives her into the canvas with the Burning Cradle.
For half a second, the entire arena is placed under a stunned silence before finally bursting out into large jeers and taunts directed at XS3, who goes over to his Entourage brother and embraces him with a bro hug, signifying that he is indeed rolling with his stable. Together, the two men raise their arms as one fan hurls a bag of popcorn at XS3 with pure venom fueling the throw. The Canadian doesn't give a shit though because right now, he is rolling with the Entourage full-time. XS3 then makes his way over to Christine and kneels down beside her, seemingly mocking her actions at Seven Deadly Sins. He gets closer to her ear and speaks some words that are caught by the camera this time:
XS3: "I should've known that you would try to heal the wounds. But it's already too late. Like my good friend Thunderkiss says… Once a gutter slut… Always a gutter slut."
XS3 then stands up to his full vertical base and turns back to Thunderkiss. He pulls Thunderkiss in for another bro hug before taking his leave with his Entourage brother. Meanwhile, Christine is still down for the count as a couple of the ACW referees tend to her.
The damage has already been done, though, and XS3 would not have it any other way.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:37:31 GMT -5
Segment: Waiter, there's a JJB in my title! (Credit: Josh)
*Panama by Van Halen plays as JJB marches his way to the ring
Maxwell: What's he doing here?
Eddie: I thought he got convicted!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Maxwell: Convicted for what?
Eddie: A lot of stuff.................
Maxwell: Okay Eddie, tell when you're ready to talk.
*JJB grabs a mic.
JJB: Let's give a hand for last Sunday's performances in my fatal four way match.
*The crowd claps
JJB: But let's face it, I stole the show with that crowd pleasing performance.
*The crowd boos
JJB: Oh piss off, I think that you ingrates have been pissing away the ACW talent. Well I for one am sick of it. So beginning next week I'm holding JJB's Jersey Challenge. Anyone who chooses to answer will be obliged with an asskicking.
*JJB throws the mic and leaves.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:38:25 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to Paradise! (Credit: FSX / Hunter)
Monday, July 30th 2007 - The Domain of FSX
Life comes at you fast...are you prepared for when it all hits you at once, causing massive collateral damage, and likely traumatizes your children? I suppose what I'm trying to say is today is move-in day! Despite the fact that Hunter didn't have many belongings with him at the time, Fallen seemed incredibly eager to lead him to his new temporary home. The look on FSX's face was that of a giddy child, who had just gotten what he always wanted, just prior to realizing what he always wanted...sucked. But what were the chances of that occurring with these new living arraignments? I say unlikely! Hunter didn't seem as enthused about the whole idea at this point, however, as he was having a good look at his surroundings as they traveled. The fact they had to walk was bad enough, but the neighborhood was apparently even worse. It was quite a rancid and ugly place to live, one must admit. Homeless people and fecal matter were all that one could see, accompanied and enhanced by graffiti covered buildings, and mimes. No, I don't mean land mines, I literally mean mimes. Those who engage in pantomime. For it appears that the mute street performers take up residence on the streets around here, which is just plain old bizarre. Despite the poor situation, Hunter was already pretty committed to the fact he didn't want to spend his money on a place, and that living here was better then living on the street. Barely.
Their trek to Fallen's abode seemed to be reaching a snag, however, as the path was quickly becoming more and more narrow, shrinking with each passing moment as the buildings grew closer and closer to each other as they continued on, sinking in at a surprising speed. Fallen didn't seem put off by this whatsoever, but Hunter was beginning to become more and more paranoid of their uncomfortable situation, looking between the walls around him quite nervously before coming to a complete stop, stepping in something that was of an odd stank mush as he did. Hunter shuddered at this, before looking down to see that he had only stepped on an elderly homeless man's neck. Thank god it wasn't feces. Watching with interest as the man began to struggle and gag, he decided it was for the best to stop killing him, and just let nature run it's course. With a bit of a smirk, he took a step forward now to stop Fallen and turn him toward him.
Hunter: Uh...hold on a second here, man.
FSX: Hmm? What's up?
Hunter: Well, it's just that we've been walking for a goddamn hour now, and we haven't gotten to your house yet. Now the walls are kinda closing in on us, and I'm just a WEE BIT claustrophobic.
FSX: It's only a bit farther, so you really shouldn't be worrying so much. Don't pay any mind to the neighborhood, it's a nice place, honest. You'll be shocked and amazed! But...wait a second...
Pause.
FSX: Did you say the walls were closing in?
Hunter: Uh...yes. Part of the path?
FSX: Nah, I think they might just be about to topple down on us.
Hunter: You're an idiot, dude, that's impossible.
Hunter laughed a bit at the comment, though Fallen went pale, and began to sprint a bit down the path. Hunter appeared confused at first, before turning back to watch the buildings, seeing that they still were closing in on him at an alarming speed. He didn't pay it any mind at first, before slowly looking down to realize he wasn't moving. With that, his eyes widened and he began to sprint after X, hearing thunderous footsteps behind him, only to look over her shoulder and see a horde of hobos and mimes running as well.
Hunter: OH FUCK ME!!!
They appeared to be closing in faster at every moment, as Hunter saw an opening shrinking in the distance. With a deep breath, he dove forward, sliding through various piles of feces before just escaping the building. He quickly reached back and began to feel around before Fallen rolled his eyes.
FSX: You didn't have a hat!
Hunter acknowledged this, and then quickly pulled back just as a homeless man tumbled out after them, the opening closed, and many cried out in pain. Fallen stood there, staring at Hunter in amazement, before applauding a bit.
FSX: Way to make it out alive, man! But you should lay off the Indiana Jones movies...
Hunter: ...what in the HELL was that?
Hunter leaned over now, breathing heavily as Fallen simply laughed. Why was everything with X such a crazy adventure? The world may never know. Still, Hunter appeared to be at a loss for words at first, before turning to slap FSX upside the head. Fallen's expression immediately changed at this, as he frowned and rubbed his cheek a bit, gesturing forward to the uniquely rectangular house, which happened to have a flashing neon sign that signaled it was Fallen's. In the distance, a main road could be seen, that was directly adjacent to ACW's arena. Hunter seemed to stare in shock, before looking to slap Fallen again.
Hunter: Why didn't we just go the easy way?!
FSX: Less fun.
Pause. Hunter blinks.
Hunter: I will burn down your house.
FSX: Well then you'd be homeless too, wouldn't you?
Hunter blinks again, and then continues on mumbling as he walks up to the door, being stopped momentarily as the sole escaping homeless man stands in front of him, reaching out a hand for his chest.
Homeless Man: KHALIMA......KHAALLIIMA
Hunter: I'm gonna start walking around with a whip and a hat now, I swear...
With that, he closed his eyes for a moment, before stretching back a leg, and shooting it up and forward, nearly kicking off the deranged homeless man's head, and likely crushing his skull. Hooray! Rather then lead a cheering section for Hunter on this occasion, he continues alongside him to his house,
Hunter: Let's do this already!
Finally, after their endless struggles, Hunter has reached PARADISE! Or so Fallen would like him to believe. As he opened the doors to greet him to his humble abode, Hunter was welcomed by a relatively nice, retro home, obviously quite small in size. It was almost as if the prior adventure and it's repercussions were temporarily forgotten, as Hunter walked inside, nearly being tackled upon entering.
Hunter: WHAT IN THE FUCK---
FSX: Take off your fucking shoes! Don't track shit in my house!
Hunter: Oh. Sorry...
Would anyone really want shit covering their floors? Not likely. Following removing his shoes, Fallen sighed and waved for Hunter to follow him, deciding to lead him through his fantastic house.
FSX: I try to keep things mellow at home. You know...to avoid the stress of work.
Hunter: Makes sense.
They enter what looks to be a rather overfilled room, various couches and chairs littered throughout it, facing a large television.There are also quite a few chairs around a long pipe in the corner, which connects to the ceiling and the floor.
FSX: Here's the entertainment room. I have guests from time to time, and everyone generally likes to enjoy themselves. Watch what's on, play some Saturn, the works.
Hunter: ...what's the pole for?
FSX: Strippers.
Pause. Hunter merely shrugs.
Hunter: And why do only have a Sega Saturn? It's lame.
FSX: Yeah...I know...anyway, let's see the rest of the place.
Fallen waves him over as he continues on, motioning toward any obvious kitchen area, that has a surprising number of knives.
Hunter: Oh, let me guess. Kitchen, right?
FSX: Nope. This is what I like to call "emo-central." I have a lot of young, troubled souls come here to cut themselves, and there is this neat suicide cult who comes by every Friday. I have to bury the corpses, but I guess you can help.
Hunter: We should bring Dan by...
FSX: I'm kidding, it's the kitchen. Moving on.
Hunter grins for a moment, shaking his head as Fallen leads him now down an oddly placed staircase, apparently to the basement.
FSX: Your room will be down here.
Hunter: The basement? Who do you think I am, BK London?
Fallen appears a bit confused, opening a door the the huge room, completely equipped with a king-size bed, a large television of it's own, and a chair. There even appears to be someone sleeping in his bed.
FSX: It's the nicest room in the house, I'd say. You have to share it for a while though.
Hunter: What? Fuck that.
The person in the bed seems to stir a bit, sitting up as she pulls the cover over her form. Yup, her. The woman appears to be in her early twenties, a slight blush coming to her face as the two men were standing in the room.
Woman: Oh...hey, X...
FSX: Sleeping in the middle of the day again Andy?
Andy: Eh...yeah...passes the time. Is this the guy who's staying with us for awhile?
FSX: Yup. Meet Hun...er...Andr...well...call him Hunter. This is Andrea, my roommate. Yeah, I know, a bit old to have a roommate, but she's fun.
It appears that Hunter has stopped listening to Fallen at this point, his eyes set on the young woman in the bed. When he speaks, he speaks in a very low whisper.
Hunter: Fuck that indeed...
FSX: What?
Hunter looks up at him innocently.
Hunter: I'm gonna go get my things.
With that, a grinning Hunter left the room, as Fallen and Andy looked on confused. They both turned back to each other, pondering what he could of meant by that.
FSX: Well...at least he likes you.
Andy: Suppose so. As long as he's nice, we'll be fine.
FSX: Yeah. You might not want to sleep naked while he's here...
Andy: Noted.
Pause.
Andy: You probably shouldn't either.
FSX: Nah, I still will.
He smirks at her, before turning to run up the stairs as she rolls her eyes and falls back onto the bed, getting comfortable again. What could possibly come of these crazy living arraignments? Will Hunter get lucky? Does Fallen actually sleep naked? Do we all really want an answer to these questions? Find out next time, as the crazy adventures of the Kings of Satire likely continue!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:39:02 GMT -5
Segment - Just another interview (Credit: Vortex)
The scene fades in to reveal the hallways of ACW, through which Vortex is currently walking. It seems as if Vortex is in no hurry to get where he is going, as he strolls along at a leisurely pace. Although there isn’t much to see of interest in these corridors, Vortex looks around seemingly inspecting every little detail. These actions are not in vain however, as Vortex suddenly stops under a hole in the ceiling, where a light fixture once was. A sneeze can be heard from up above, and then part of the ceiling gives way revealing none other than Kevin Anderson tumbling to the ground from about 12 feet in the air.
Vortex: Somehow, I knew I should be expecting you.
Kevin: Well you know, I like to try new avenues of investigative journalism.
Vortex: You mean new avenues of being annoying?
Kevin does not respond to this, instead he rises to his feet and pulls out a notebook. A split second later a pen is in his hand and he begins taking down notes, then looks up ready to ask a question.
Vortex: It’s amazing; you take notes before I even say anything.
Kevin: I wasn’t note taking yet, just writing a reminder to complain about the weak ceiling.
Vortex: Oh yes, that’s sure to go over well.
Kevin: Anyway, I meant to ask you before…how you feel after beating Hunter.
Vortex: I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Hunter simply underestimated me, and that’s something no one should do.
Kevin: But surely there must be more than that.
Vortex: Nothing more, nothing less. Whatever a person puts their mind to they can achieve. I just happened to be very prepared both mentally and physically, so naturally I had an advantage to start. Don’t get me wrong though, it was a close match…a couple of times there I thought I wouldn’t be getting back up.
Kevin: Yes, how did the Floyd Kick feel?
Vortex: Why don’t you go ask Hunter to demonstrate on you sometime?
Kevin shrugs this response off, and begins taking ‘notes’ again. He begins scribbling faster and faster and ends up breaking his mechanical pencil, cursing, and producing another one as fast as if they just magically appear out of thin air at will.
Kevin: One more question, how do you feel about facing XS3 tonight? Especially if Dan White is going to be with him, you know how numbers work.
Vortex: No Kevin, I don’t. I don’t care if XS3 brings the entire Entourage with him tonight; I’m still going to win. He’s had a lot of problems with his wife lately, and that’s sure to affect him going into this match-up. Emotional ties make our minds go elsewhere, and I have a feeling that his mind will be elsewhere tonight.
Kevin: What about Dan?
Vortex: I could care less about Dan. He’s obviously going to be down there to either distract me or give XS3 an underhanded win. One way or another I’ll have my eye on him. If you’ll excuse me, I have a match to go prepare for now.
With those remarks Vortex walks off leaving Kevin scribble in his notepad. It’s actually quite some time before Kevin realizes Vortex left, and he just shakes his head a little bewildered before running off to find some new way to get the latest scoop on unsuspecting people. As Kevin disappears around the corner the camera fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:39:26 GMT -5
Segment: Cowboy Hats And Lesbians (Credit: Yoko / BK)
That hat.
Why is she wearing that hat.
BK London is peeking around a corner at Yoko, who’s wandering around aimlessly, obviously still very shaken up after the messy breakup with Sarin. Everyone has pretty much noticed her wandering tonight, and they’ve noticed she’s wearing the white cowboy hat that Sarin had bought for Rattlesnake.
As she turns his way, he pulls his head out of view, and waits there. After a few seconds, she passes. She doesn’t notice him and keeps walking. BK begins to walk alongside her, yet still hasn’t gained her attention.
BK: Rematch of the century coming up next week. Bigger than that Yoko/Dr. Phate rematch. Get this; BK vs Yoko…Six? Seven? I lost count.
Yoko: Seven..
BK frowns.
BK: Nice hat.
Yoko: Gift from Sarin…
He frowns again.
BK: Listen, if I beat you, I want you to be in top form. Not crying like a little bitch, Alright? I know breakups are hard, but there are other…fish…in the sea, ok?
Yoko: Yeah…
A final frown and he stops walking with her.
BK: Damnit, where’s the Yoko I know?! Yoko wouldn’t cry and pout. The last two times your heart got broken, you nearly killed the breakers. Hell, one of them was me. So whether you have to murder Sarin, or murder Rattlesnake, you better do it quick because I want to be the one to end your streak while you're in your prime.
Yoko looks back at him, but doesn’t say a thing. She keeps walking. BK sighs and runs up alongside her again.
BK: So, hey…since she went for the ‘Snake, does that mean you’re into cock again too?
She stops walking. Apparently he’s pushed some button within her psyche. She grabs his shoulders with a quickness that shocks him and looks into his eyes. He sees the fiery passion burning in her eyes which were dull and empty moments earlier. It’s…almost as if she’s going to kiss him.
WAM!
She shoves him hard into the wall. BK grabs his right shoulder in pain. Yoko is still staring at him. She looks rather angry. She then lets go of him and storms off, now looking as though she has a destination to get to.
BK smiles.
There she is. There’s my rival.
End Segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:40:26 GMT -5
Match 2: XS3 w/ Dan White vs. VorteX (Credit: FSX)
Justice is something best served cold, with a side of chocolate syrup and a large scoop of victory. That would be what both individuals will be attempting to grasp this evening, but who has the potential to put the other away, before finding themselves defeated? VorteX is easily coming off the biggest win of his career, after miraculously being able to upset Hunter, and prove he has what it takes to defeat a man once proclaimed dead! XS3, however, is coming off a much rougher streak of luck. He may be growing into some sort of time bomb, as he comes off two horrible defeats at Seven Deadly Sins....and one of them was from the Poke of DOOM!! How can you get any more pathetic? Well, the obvious way! XS3 seems to of not learned his lesson from previous poor decisions, and has tonight decided to enlist the aid of Dan White as his manager, rather then his wife. Is Dan truly more appealing to XS3 then his own wife, or is their a sinister plot afoot? I predict the later! MWAHAHA! Either way, both young individuals are hungry to prove they have good month ahead of them, and it appears they will soon get to either prove it to be true, or take a step back in their individual quest.
Bell Rings.
The match looked to start off with a fierce and powerful energy between the two individuals, but it died off almost immediately. The moment after they hooked up in the middle of the ring, they almost on cue dashed back to their individual corners, as they appeared to be going for the exact same maneuver. They both appeared to find this peculiar, and the speed of the match severely dipped as they circled each other, causing the referee to become quite dizzy. This stops a moment later at an inopportune time for XS3 unfortunately, as he fails to notice that Tex has stopped circling the ring, and is nailed with a large roundhouse kick. Stumbling backward, he has little means to defend himself from the following flurry, being hit with several more kicks to the body, eventually to be dropped by a vicious spinning heel kick. They both crash down, though VorteX is fast to his feet, welcomed by an appreciative crowd, very pleased by the display of ability. He takes a moment to bow, and the simple gesture to his fans was enough to infuriate XS3. leading him to quickly roll back to his knees and leap at his opponent from behind, nailing an half nelson slam. Tex snaps back at this, and it becomes a wonderful opening for the entourage member, as he takes advantage with various slams and kicks, hitting a few DDTs and knees to the face in the mix as well. This leads to a generally negative reaction from those in attendance, but a giddy commissioner begins to clap and cheer. The assault continues for a few more moments, before VorteX managed to stop a northern lights suplex from being delivered, and turned it into cross arm breaker throw. There's a smirk on his face as he bounced on the mat, and he quickly rushed to set up and deliver a favorite move of his, the vicious Annihilation Catalyst. The impact is sickening, and worthy of the stunned silence it received.
This failed to lead to the planned result, however, as Tex only managed to receive a two count, much to the relief of Dan. He appeared quite frustrated at first, before deciding to not let it get to him, and moving to lift up XS3 once again. Had he already decided what to do with him, he might of not been caught with the sudden Closing Moment, as XS3 sent his opponent into the turnbuckles behind him. The land was particularly favorable to XS3, as he turned to see his opponent trapped in the tree of woe. Taking a good long look around the arena, he let out a miniature cry, and turned to dash toward the corner, lunging forward to hit the shadow step. The only unfortunate problem with this is that VorteX saw this coming, and pulled himself up just in time to let his opponent run head first into the steel. This leads to him hopping over his opponent and turning, watching as XS3 stumbled out of the corner, notably in pain after slamming his shoulder into the steel. What did he turn into, though? The most obvious tactic in wrestling today, BLACKOUT DROPKICK! And he truly was blacked-out of the match, collapsing in a heap as Dan let out a girlish shriek, which led many to believe Christine was in fact managing him this evening. He let out a troubled sigh at first, before dropping to his knees and hooking a leg, hoping that it would be enough to grab a three count well he had him down. The one came easily, as did the two, but the three seemed to still be on vacation, and refused to come back to work without a raise. How irritating. The frustrated worker returned to his knees, before giving a small nod and moving to now set up the Shades of Gray ( Vertical Inverted Boston Crab, featuring headscissors. Damn.) He failed to pull it off, though, as XS3 still had enough life in him to squirm out of the move, and send VorteX flying into the referee. GENERIC BUMP WARNING! GENERIC BUMP COMPLETE! And with that, the referee was out for a surprisingly coincidental amount of time.
And what happens during this time? Why, the common screw-job, of course!! As Dan made a valiant search to find the proper weapon at ringside, VorteX continued his efforts within the ring, ducking a clothesline and running off the ropes, only to return and nail The WHIRLWIND OF DESTRUCTION! and just as what many would call a tornado of destruction was over, he quickly lifted his opponent back up to his feet...but for what? With an unlikely feet of strength, usually only seen in the amazing likes of Fallen Souls (>.>) and Jake Cheng, he raised his opponent into the air and drilled him with the Psychosurgery. The impact was entertaining, and the outcome was amazing, as XS3 was in shambles and was quickly pinned. But if he was pinned, why was everyone booing? The answer came quickly, and quite sadly for VorteX, as he looked over his shoulder only to feel a hard chair shot to the skull. Seems Dan had picked a weapon he liked. As he quickly crumpled, possibly even unconscious, Dan could only laugh. There was a small trickle of blood flowing from his forehead now, and his eyes had already rolled into the back of his head. After tossing the chair from the ring, Dan quickly rolled the pinfall over, leaving XS3 as the one on top, and nudged the referee. The nudge was enough to awaken him, and Mr. White quickly rolled from the ring and hid, as if he was a kitten who knew he did something wrong, next to the ring steps. As the referee didn't notice the frightened pussy, and DID notice the pin, he was quick to count it. And thus ends another dramatic mat-- wha? VORTEX KICKS OUT!! IT IS A MIRACLE!! THIS IS THE KIND OF STRENGTH THAT ONLY MAIN EVENTERS POSSESS!! HE DESERVES TO BE ON TOP OF THE-- oh..it appears that well I was ranting of his miraculous escape from the pinfall, he had already gotten up and was nailed with the Shadow Step. So much for that miracle...though it sure was impressive at the time. Shortly after hitting his finisher, XS3 hooked both legs and was granted the three count he so desired. A real shame. I blame Dan.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, X-S-THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
There's a loud craze running through those in attendance, as everyone is heard booing at top volume. You can barely even hear "Rough Hands" by Alexisonfire as it begins to play, as XS3 can only look confused as Dan rushes him to the back, likely to explain his mischievous plot at a later time. Still though, Gotta love Tex for putting up a fight! As he slowly raises in the ring, obviously still groggy, he is met by an array of cheers, though he really pays them no mind. Being cheered after defeat is not what he wanted. After victory, however....Maybe next time.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 2, 2007 15:41:51 GMT -5
Segment: Stranger Than Non-Fiction (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights instantly dim, and then the slow, brooding into to Opeth's "The Leper Affinity" hits the speakers. The fans instantly begin to boo, just as the music hits its peak, and that all too familiar message hits.
...and Hell followed with him...
And as is customary, the lights explode into their crimson glory, signaling Hunter's arrival onto the stage. The fans continue to boo as he poses at the top of the stage, and he then slowly makes his way down to the ring, flipping off random fans and yelling back obscenities at them. He rolls into the ring and grabs a mic, and then poses a few more times, waiting for their boos to die down. Eventually they do, and he strikes a brief pose before raising the mic to his lips and loudly clearing his throat. He smirks, and then looks up at the fans.
Hunter: Hi.
The fans do not respond.
Hunter: Fine, be that way. Now then, clearly you've all got one thing on your minds. This is a question all of you have been asking for almost a week now, and this is a question that arose following the events of this year's Seven Deadly Sins. Am I correct?
The fans cheer.
Hunter: And that question IS...
Dramatic pause.
Hunter: "How do I stay that damn sexy?"
And then the entire arena erupts into boos once more.
Hunter: Well, I'll tell you. I generally do two layers of conditioner in the shower, and I usually comb my hair all the way down, which would split the hairs apart, and would also take the conditioner through each separate hair. As for that glorious scent, it's a combination of a bunch of male scents I found at Macy's. I just mix them together. I call it "Erotic Splendor." You like?
The fans continue to boo as Hunter simply chuckles.
Hunter: Now, in all seriousness, you've no doubt guessed why I'm out here: yes, I lost to VorteX.
Cheers. As if you didn't see that one coming.
Hunter: Oh, yes, clever lot, aren't you? He got lucky, we all know this. Was I forced to eat my words? For a bit, yes. But then I promptly shat them all out, didn't I? I know I'm the best, and no upset victory is going to take that away from me. And I proved that with my little Leonidas moment, didn't I?
Recalling the event involving Kevin Anderson, some fans laugh and cheer, while others continue to boo.
Hunter: But let's move on. There's little I can say that you don't already know. Let's instead move over to that little bitch known as Rattlesnake. For some reason he's convinced that he is the leader of the Senatorial Stable, despite the fact that we ALL know it's me, right?
The fans boo, and Hunter stares at them blankly.
Hunter: Fuck you. I know I'm the leader. And I sure as hell am a better leader than he is. I brought in the best members we've ever had, and he brought in some kid who doesn't even do anything, and he brought in a dyke. It's something out of a fucking HBO sitcom. AND NOT A GOOD ONE, MIND YOU.
The fans laugh slightly as he continues.
Hunter: But whatever, I'll soon prove that I am the best and only leader for the Senatorial Stable. How? It doesn't matter. My word is enough. Just know that by the end of the month, I WILL be the official, recognized leader of this here stable. And you'll all like it. Bitches.
He drops the mic as "The Leper Affinity" hits the speakers once again. The fans promptly boo him, but he simply shrugs them off and heads up the ramp, eventually making his way into the backstage area. Clearly he's not the happiest of people at the moment, and something tells the fans that this entire situation won't end well. But then again, when it comes to Hunter, what DOES end well?
Fade Out.
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