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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:29:36 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 30th August 2007
Schedule of Matches: ------------------------
Hangtime vs. Erick Wilson
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EOTR Round 1: Fallen Souls vs. Josh the Jersey Boy
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Ross Lambert vs. DiaVolo
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Adrian Flamingo vs Jason Freeman
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EOTR Round 1: Senator vs. VorteX
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Wyvern vs. Hunter
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:29:55 GMT -5
Opening Segment: And The Leader Is... (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As the opening fireworks of the Meltdown opening die down, the lights instantly brighten to a red, white, and blue aura, and “Hail to the Chief” hits the speakers rather quickly. The fans treat this music in a rather mixed manner, their applause steadily increasing and decreasing as, one by one, the Senator, Hunter, Fallen Souls, and Scott Andrews make their way out onto the stage. They all treat the fans' reactions differently, and soon they all march down to the ring, entering from various sides and then take positions in one of the corners of the ring. In the center of the ring is a table with a large white card on it, and Philip is standing at the top of the table, microphone in hand. The music dies down, and so does the noise of the fans. The four Senatorialites remain perfectly still as they look around, Hunter and the Senator moreso paying attention to the card on the table.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, due to unforeseen circumstances, the leader of the Senatorial Stable was not revealed after the Senatorial Stipulations Match at Heatwave. So ACW management has decided that tonight, and more specifically, right now, the leader will be revealed.
The fans cheer as the Senatorialites all look at Philip now.
Philip: Prior to the match, the three competitors agreed that whoever won the match would be the ACW International Champion.
Philip motions to the Senator, who pats the title on his shoulder as the fans continue cheering.
Philip: But, the leader would be determined by a particular number fall. Rattlesnake won the first fall, Hunter and the Senator both got the second fall, and the Senator got the third fall. Whatever the number on the card is, and whichever fall that corresponds to, that person will be the leader of the stable. Now, since Rattlesnake is no longer a member of the stable, it has been agreed that the number one shall not count, and thereby the position will be nullified, and another number chosen. Is everyone content with this?
The members of the stable nod. Philip nods as well, and then approaches the Senator.
Philip: Senator Phillips, do you have any comments before we proceed?
The Senator stands perfectly still with the mic being held before him, and then takes a deep breath before speaking.
Senator: Excuse me? You really want to know what I think about this? Simple, it is a logical solution, much more than fighting in the ring to determine a position that is not overtly reliant on in ring capability. It can hardly be more random than anything else around this blasted place. No further comments.
Philip nods and walks over to the next person, who just so happens to be FSX.
FSX: Well, this entire situation reminds me of a story I was told as a child, that related to three eager individuals competing for supremacy. Do you mind if I take a moment to tell it for everyone?
Phillip: Err...sure I guess.
FSX: Alright, thank you.
There is a clearly serious look on Fallen's face as he stares off at a section of the crowd, before clearing his throat.
FSX: "Come and knock on our door... WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!!!"
Phillip: Er...wait a minute...
Consecutively, Scott, Hunter, and Senator all turn to stare at Fallen as he continues.
FSX: "Where the kisses are hers AND hers AND his...Three's Com--"
Phillip: That's the theme from Three's Company...
Hunter: God damn it, X...
There's scattered laughs and applauds at the showing of nostalgia, as deja vu shoots through the arena.
FSX: Oh...well, in that case, I'd say that either man would make a suitable leader to this fine stable. Truly any of us have the power to dominate alone, but together under one sole leader, we ARE GODS!!!
Philip now walks over to the third person, this being Scott.
Scott: Well...I couldn't really care less who wins to be honest. Both men have what it takes to lead, they've both proven that already...what if it's the number 5? Can I lead?
Hunter: There won't be a number five you idiot!
Scott: What if there is?
Hunter: THERE CAN'T BE!
Scott looks at Hunter and then at the canvas, hanging his head in disappointment. He mutters under his breath.
Scott: Stupid Hunter and his stupid face...
Hunter whips his head around and peers at Scott.
Hunter: What did you say?!
Scott: Nothing.
Scott smiles innocently, and finally, Philip walks over to Hunter, who leans in the final corner.
Philip: And you, Hunter?
Hunter snatches the microphone from Philip and smirks.
Hunter: Now, see, most of these guys have been talking about “may the best man win” and all that shit. Well quite simply, I AM the best man. No matter what number is on that card, I'll be the leader of the stable. Why? Because this is a democracy, and I'll still be able to submit my ideas to whoever the “leader” may be. And when that person realizes how brilliant my ideas are, they'll just do as I say. It's quite simple, Philip: I AM the Senatorial Stable, regardless of some fucking number. But just for shits and giggles, why don't you go and flip that card and get this stuff over with?
Philip snatches his mic back and angrily walks over to the head of the table. He grabs the card and clears his throat.
Philip: For review: Rattlesnake won the first fall, Hunter and the Senator won the second, and the Senator won the third. And now, the revealing: the number is...
Philip pauses for dramatic effect, until he notices Hunter approaching him out of the corner of his eye. He quickly flips the card and raises it high above his head. He hears various gasps, and looks up at the number himself, raising an eyebrow and almost chuckling himself.
Philip: ...the number is four.
FSX and Scott look rather confused by this situation (with Scott smirking notably), the Senator merely seems amused, but Hunter is down right infuriated, shouting various things at Philip. Philip ignores him and approaches the nearest referee and converses with him as everyone impatiently waits. Eventually, he nods, and returns to the ring.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed that since no one won the fourth fall of the match...
Everyone silences.
Philip: ...then there is NO LEADER OF THE SENATORIAL STABLE!
Now the Senator's look of amusement rises up to the confusion of Scott and FSX's, whereas Hunter becomes so angry that he charges at Philip. FSX quickly tackles him out of the way and pushes him into the corner, telling him to calm down, but Hunter continues to yell loudly at Phillip, who for his own safety quickly slides out of the ring. The Senator and Scott approach each other and begin to silently converse while Hunter continues to attempt to escape FSX's clutches. Seeing no further reason to continue this madness, the man in the booth simply decides to end the scene.
Cut to Commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:31:55 GMT -5
Segment: The Hype Credit: Jay Zero As the scene returns, the ACW hype video plays on the Alphatron and on your television screen at home. The camera then cuts out to the view of the ACW Arena, signaling the excellent display of fireworks and pyro. With smoke engulfing the front rows of the crowd, thousands of fans are on their feet, excited to be on the show just days after the phenomenal ACW presentation of the third annual Heatwave. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Ladies and Gentlemen! Thank you for tuning into Thursday Night Warfare just days after Heatwave!Eddie Edison: Oh and Max, let me tell you! That was a good one! Reminded me of the older days here in ACW!Maxwell McNally: Indeed it did Eddie! We saw the exciting match between the two winners of this years Lethal Lottery, with BK London defeating Thunderkiss and advancing to face Wyvern for the World Title later on in the night!
But—that wasn’t all! Eddie Edison: Later in the evening we saw the shocking ending of Senatorial Stipulations 3 with…well—ANOTHER member leaving the crumbling Senat— No more can be said as “Fast” Eddie Edison is interrupted by the guitar riffs of “Unbroken” [Hotel Baby] by Monster Magnet. There is some jeers and cheers in the crowd as the entire arenas pigment changes to the shade of a royal blue. The Alphatron plays Jay Zero’s entrance video whilst spotlights flicker between the blue and black lights.
Without wasting any more time, Jay Zero pushes past the black curtain and struts out onto the stage. He has a fresh mask of mascara on his eyes and a half can of hairspray holding up the stylish hair. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well pardon the interruption Eddie, but it looks like we’re going to be graced with Jay Zero’s presence.Eddie Edison: Yeah-Yeah, I can see him! With a microphone already grasped in his right fist, he makes his way down the rampway, stopping and slowing down a bit to check out some lovely girls in the front row. After blowing his kisses Jay makes his way to the ring, up the steps and into the squared circle. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms up for a pose, however to his discontent as he feels the after effect of Yoko Satoshi’s rage. He can only manage to stick one arm up as the other is grasping his stomach in pain. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Oh, there you see Jay Zero, holding his abdomen in pain after his match at Heatwave.Eddie Edison: You do got to give this man credit where it’s due though Max! He went head to head with Yoko Satoshi, almost capitalizing for a win a few times! Maxwell McNally: Yeah, but it sure was Yoko that got the last word, finally securing that undefeated streak and introducing Jay to an…..old friend of hers. Jay climbs down from the turnbuckle with his face scrunched up in pain as the music starts to fade down and the normal house lights come back on. The mixed reactions continue to make themselves known as Jay pulls the microphone up. [/center] Zero: Well I’m sure you all are aware of what happened last Saturday at Heatwave! Who beat who—who the champions are! And I bet that you all know who my opponent was….Yoko Satoshi. [/color] The crowd boos at the announcement of her name. [/center] Zero: Now let me tell you people something! I wasn’t even supposed to wrestle Saturday! I was still supposed to be on break to heal my injures, however, I sucked it up and for what? HM? I SUCKED IT UP AND FOUGHT YOKO SATOSHI. I BROKE THAT UNDEFEATED STREAK AND YOOOOU ALLL KNOW IT! [/color] Maxwell McNally: What? The crowd seems a bit confused as Jay gets a bit heated up. Zero: I pinned Yoko Satoshi! I broke that streak! I killed the hype! PLAY THE TAPE! [/color] He points to the AlphaTron and within seconds we are focused in on the seen at Heatwave. [/center] [/center] He hops up while she’s stunned and starts kicking her in the midsection without pause. Around the fourth kick, she grabs his leg to stop the onslaught. He instantly reacts with an enziguiri, which she ducks, still holding his leg so that he falls to the mat. She reaches down and grabs his other leg, contorts them, and turns him over into a form of the Texas Cloverleaf, her Old Ball & Chain submission. Before she can lock it in, Zero pulls free and scrambles away between her legs. He pushes himself up and turns around in time see Yoko had attempted to hold her grip and thus almost ended up going between her own legs. He leaps on her back and pulls her back down with a crucifix pin. 1! . . . . 2! . . . . 3! The referee throws his arms up into the air displaying V signs on both hands, signifying it was a two count, not a three count. The shock nearly causes Zero to faint. Yoko would capitalize if it hadn’t shocked her just as much. [/td][/tr][/table] We return to the shot of Jay Zero in the ring with the crowd now booing, clearing seeing that angle used with Yoko Satoshi clearly not kicking out. [/center] Zero: LOOK! I pinned her 1,2,3! Uno, dos, tres! I know it, you know it, Yoko Satoshi knows it! There was only one factor that made that match continue…..and that factor was fear. [/color] Eddie Edison: What’s he getting at?Maxwell McNally: I—I don’t know.Zero: Referee Joey Reynolds was obviously afraid. He was afraid that if he declared ME the winner that HE would be the target of Yoko’s attack! He had to think quickly and by doing that, he continued the match! The match that I HAD ALREADY WON!
So Joey Reynolds, no more hiding! Get your ass down here NOW! [/color] Maxwell McNally: Oh no, what’s he planning to do? The crowd cheers and helps egg on Referee Joey Reynolds to coming out. Jay looks somewhat irate at the missed opportunity. After a good long 30 seconds, Joey stumbles out slowly onto the stage, looking into the deep abyss which is the ACW fan base. Jay glares on, watching his every move down to the ring. He climbs the steel steps and enters, staying a few feet back of Jay. [/center] Zero: Ah…now! Mr. Reynolds, shall we watch it again?[/color] He points to the Alphatron which projects it once more, however turning into slow motion for the pinfall. 1……..2……….3 No shoulder up. It plays one more time but in another angle, still, nothing.
Joey looks at Jay shaking his head. [/center] Zero: What? What is it Joey? Did you make a mistake?! [/color] The referee looks at the ground, not wanting to acknowledge Jay and the mistake made on purpose that he’s made public. [/center] Zero: C’mon! Tell these people! YOU SCREWED ME! SAY IT! [/color] He holds out the microphone right into Joeys face. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Oh come on, it was just a mistake!Eddie Edison: But think about it! The evidence is clear! Jay would have ended the streak!Zero: ADMIT IT! YOU SCREWED ME OVER REYNOLDS! [/color] Referee Joey Reynolds: I---I.. Zero: SPIT IT OUT! [/color] Referee Joey Reynolds: I screwed you! OKAY? The crowd boos as the man looks utterly embarrassed. Jay smirks a bit before dropping the mic and delivering a hard toe kick to the midsection. [/center] OOPH! [/b][/size] The crowd is split down the middle again when Jay lifts the ref up onto his shoulders and starts pacing around the ring. Joey kicks and kicks but he can’t escape. [/center] Maxwell McNally: NO! Jay runs and drives Reynolds neck hard onto the mat. [/center] BAM! Eddie Edison: ZERO DARKNESS! Joey lays motionless in the ring as Jay grabs the microphone and stands up, hovering over his body. [/center] Zero: It’s people like you that make me sick! You’re an official god dammit! You’re not supposed to be biased! You should have called that match straight down the middle but NO! YOU WERE TOO CONSIDERED ABOUT YOKO SATOSHI K LAYING SOME PAIN DOWN ON YOU!
WELL LOOKS TO ME LIKE YOU GOT WHAT YOU HAD COMING NO MATTER WHAT! NOW TELL ME, ARE YOU GOING TO FORGET THIS REYNOLDS? HUH? CAUSE I WON’T FORGET WHAT HAPPENED TO ME AFTER THAT MATCH AT HEATWAVE! I WON’T FORGET MASAMUNE! [/color] He lifts up his shirt, revealing his heavily taped up ribs. [/center] Maxwell McNally: We need help down here!Zero: But don’t you all worry! Yoko Satoshi isn’t going to get away THAT EASY and without some pay back! [/color] Jay walks around the ring a bit as some boos are heard in the crowd. [/center] Zero: This month….is the annual Emperor of the Ring tournament! I’ve heard the tales of the curse—I’ve heard of it all. However, what’s different this year is that a new King shall be crowned. Better than all those formers nobodies! Jack Fury? Gone! Davey Marvel? Pfft, Burger King! Rattlesnake? Heh, don’t get me started…..
Now in order for your King to actually get to his throne and rightfully claim his crown he has two real threats! One! Sir Adrian Flamingo! [/color] The crowd erupts in boos, enough to take the roof off the building. [/center] Zero: Now-Now, settle down! Before Heatwave when I signed myself up for this tournament—I heard through the grapevine that Mr. Flamingo was also entering. Now, even then I was concerned! Hear me out! I know I’m the real deal, the whole package deal and all! But Adrian IS very impressive and now after the main event at Heatwave, very dangerous as well after breaking BK London’s leg like that…[/color] Jay continues to pace a little bit as Medical assistants begin to rush down to the ring with a stretcher. [/center] Zero: But before I even have to worry about Flamingo, most likely in the finals---I have to finish off what I started. [/color] He walks over and bends down near the fallen referee as the Medical assistants try and help the staff member. [/center] Zero: ---What we started… Ladies and gentlemen, I have to finally end the streak, for once and for all! This time there will be no screw jobs. Right Joey?
Hahaha there won’t be any screwjobs…. There will be no hidden catches! Because Yoko Satoshi, THE HYPE HAS LONG STAYED ITS WELCOME! YOKO SATOSHI, FIIIINAAALLLY YOU WILL TASTE THE UTTER,
EMBARASSING,
FLAVOR, OF……
DEATH! BY! ZERO! [/color] Jay Zero glares into the crowds as they actually start cheering the man—something he didn’t quite expect. However when he looks back down at the referee and steps on him to get to the ropes, they boo the disrespectful act. He drops the mic on Joey Reynolds chest and exits the ring as “Unbroken” [Hotel Baby] begins to play. The medics swarm the ring as Jay makes his way up the entrance ramp.
The scene fades. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:33:30 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Prolog & Acts 1 & 2" Credit: T-Kiss AK’s note:
The issue of what is and is not “canon” in any particular fed can be a thorny issue. As will quickly become apparent, this segment and those to come on later shows are set in the future; it represents just one of a limitless number of potential scenarios. So with that in mind, settle back and enjoy this little joy-ride forward in time…PROLOGUE 2033 Warfare: October 17th We open to a picture of a masked wrestler, his mask wet with his own blood as he coughs it up due to his internal bleeding.Rattlesnake: Magog has Mr. Exotica beaten, BRUISED ... BLOODIED! A large hand reaches down and grabs “Mr. Exotica” around the top of his head and literally lifts him from the canvas straight up into the air ... where he dangles there midair.“Rapid” Rick Edison: The ref needs to step in there right now and end this. Before another person gets injured for life at the hands of this maniac! [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: *screaming*: Let it be known that there is no man or woman alive who can stop me.[/glow] It appears not. At the end of that sentence Magog lifts his hands back while the crowd screams in terror. He shoots forward with a Heart Punch that strikes Mr. Exotica right in the chest. Exotica’s eyes roll back into his head and another one has been claimed. The ref calls for the bell and the medics immediately rush the ring~DING!DING!DING!~Rattlesnake: Dammit! Another man’s life is in jeopardy all thanks to “our” World Champion. “Rapid” Rick Edison: This man is as dangerous as they come Snake. Rattlesnake agrees, but deep in his mind he can only wish times were different. Back when the roster had the guts and determination to stand up to people like Magog and weren’t cowards. Back when people looked out for each other, instead of looking out for their own interests. Back, well, back to “his” day.Rattlesnake: Indeed. Another one has fallen to Magog! I’d ask if there would be anyone out there that could possibly end this mans streak, but let’s be realistic and instead ask if there is anyone out there that can even give his man a challenge ...... We see the snarling face of the ACW World Champion, spew shooting out of his mouth as if he was a wild animal as Snake’s final words echo over and over. We fade to black...... .... ... .. . THUNDERKISS: THE END ACT 1 Time isn’t kind to many - and it certainly hasn’t been kind to him. Much of his fortune has been squandered and this reflects in his current digs. Gone is the mansion and the cars as they have been replaced by a studio apartment and one lone Harley Davidson. The walls are littered with relics of the past: championship belts, posters and pictures of friends long gone. The only thing he still hasn’t lost is his body. Oh sure, its smaller and not as cut, but for a 55 year old man, its pretty damn impressive. He is lonely, though he wouldn’t admit it. He always said he focused only on the future, but never dwelled on the past. He is a hypocrite. He obsesses about it, obsesses about the good times when all was right in his life, when he had everything he always wanted. On Monday's this is even worse for him. He can't help but watch for he hopes they mention his name - just one more time. As Warfare comes to an end, he sadly rises up from his couch and turns it off, wishing he was young again. Suddenly, his phone rings and he heads in that direction, walking slowly for his body now pays the price of battles past. As he reaches down and lifts the phone, he sees a picture of the Entourage: Dan, Zero, XS3, Anna and himself. His thoughts speak aloud...Thunderkiss: Those were the days .... Thunderkiss lifts the receiver.Thunderkiss: Hello?Matt Irvine: Did you see the kid tonight Teeks? Not so shabby huh? He smiles. Though they talk a lot, hearing his voice always brings him back.Thunderkiss: A chip off the shoulder Matt. You must be proud.Matt Irvine: Words can’t describe it Kiss. Christine always made me promise I wouldn’t pressure him or try to make him walk in my shoes, but the kid - he’s a natural. Thunderkiss: I see a lot of him in you Matt. Seriously. Matt Irvine: Well, here’s hoping right? Well, hey Kiss, here’s the big news. Next week at Samhain, Cory is getting a title shot. There is a pause. Not because Thunderkiss is shocked, he is scared. Cory Irvine is all XS3 makes him out to be, but against Magog, TK knows he doesn’t stand a chance. Deep down, he knows the right thing would be to warn XS3, to try to get him to pull his son out of the match - but as a man he cannot. How can you possibly tell another that their seed isn’t strong or capable enough to beat another man? Especially in this business.Matt Irvine: Hello? Teeks? Thunderkiss *acting surprised*: Oh really? That’s fantastic news Matt! Tell your son I am proud of him as well and to go kick Magog’s ass! Matt Irvine: Well... why don’t you tell him yourself. Thunderkiss: Huh?Matt Irvine: Kiss, I’d like you to be there. For him. Well, for me really. Again, another pause. Its been many, many years since he’s been at an ACW function - let alone a PPV. He used to crave the spotlight and would fear the day when it would dim, but he’s gotten accustom to his quiet life ... and is unsure he wants to go back to his past life. But this is XS3, the man who at one time practically sold his whole family down the river to follow him. They have been through it all together and now all Matt wants is a simple favor.Thunderkiss: Consider me there.Matt Irvine: *WHEF*, You had me nervous there for a second TK. Look, I know .... I know its been a long time Thunderkiss and I know you are a man not to look back on the past a lot. Having you there for moral support for us both would be an incredible boost. I cannot thank you enough. Though he appreciates his thankfulness, Thunderkiss has not heard a word XS3 has said. Instead, he is thinking about a friendship - a friendship long lost.Thunderkiss: Did you invite Dan? Silence. This time not by Thunderkiss, but by XS3. Emotions brim inside Thunderkiss as every second passes.XS3 *hesitant*: I’m sorry Teeks. As soon as I said I was inviting you, he declined. It feels as if he has been stabbed through the heart. His hand shakes and the air is sucked out of his lungs. Thunderkiss flashes back, flashes back to a moment in time he wishes to hell he could change.Matt Irvine: Teeks. What happened to Zero ... it wasn’t your fault. Thunderkiss: Yes, yes it was Matt - and don’t think a damn day goes by that I don’t fill my heart with regret.Matt Irvine: Its time to let go TK. Dan needs to do the same. Zero would have wanted it this way - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Alright Matt, I’ll be in touch as soon as I get a flight lined up. Make sure you tell Corey to get ready for the Thunderman. Its been forever since I’ve seen him.Matt Irvine: Sure TK. Again, Thanks. Thunderkiss: No problem Matt.*ClicK*Thunderkiss hangs up the phone and immediately walk to his kitchen, where he pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from the fridge. It’s time to once again kill the pain - like he has been doing every night since he last saw Zero.ACT 2 He reached into his closet and took out a week long change of shirts and then packed them into his suit case. Within a span of 30 minutes he continued to fill his luggage until the job was done. As he went to go close the closet door, he saw it. There, hanging in the back was a black pair of tights and a bandana and underneath it, sky blue boots with his insignia on them. He was drawn in like a magnet and soon he found himself running his fingers down his old embroidered lighting bolts on his tights. What the hell are you thinking old man. Leave it be.......he thought to himself, causing him to turn around and walk out of the closet. But before he could make it all the way out, temptation got the better of him as he reached behind himself and grabbed his old ring gear. “Better to be safe than sorry” - that was his excuse. Deep down, the truth was he was holding on; holding on to any chance that he could possibly have the spotlight shine down upon him just one more time. The next morning he caught a flight out of LAX and he was heading back, back to the place that he could never escape no matter how hard he tried. As he sat there on the plane, all he could think about was that every second he was getting closer and closer back that special place where he lived and experienced the best times in his life. As he drifted off to yesteryear yet again, a voice from the past called out to him. “Odd”, he thought to himself for that voice seemed almost too real. Before he could diagnose himself as insane, he suddenly realized that the voice was coming from behind him, right there on the plane. As he turned his head around he nearly fell out of his seat as he heard ....Mystery Voice: Thunderkiss? Is that YOU?! [END] CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Dan White: Currently has issues with Thunderkiss over Zero’s death. Whereabouts unknown. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Now crippled by Magog. Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps. Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Is retired and cannot let go of the past. Zero: Deceased.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:34:38 GMT -5
Segment: Texas is the Reason (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo hadn’t slept well the past few nights. Hell, he hadn’t really slept at all. His eyes were bloodshot and his body still ached, but it wasn’t anything physical that caused his recent insomnia. Uncomfortably, Adrian stepped out of his Trans Am in the ACW parking lot and jolts of pain shot up his legs and into his ribs which almost doubled him over. His match with Scott Andrews took so much more out of him than he thought, but he tossed his hair back, took a deep breath, and stood back up. How the hell was he supposed to fight like this? No, not physically. The first lesson Buddy Rose taught him was to suck up pain and to use it as extra fuel. Mentally, Adrian felt more lost than he did months ago.
His match tonight was against Jason Freeman, but he could’ve cared less at this moment. Adrian was hurt and he knew that he had further alienated himself from the rest of the roster. He took out everyone’s hero and the rival of many, and he did it in the cheapest way possible. There was no 60 minute classic, there wasn’t even an opening bell… it lasted all of a minute. In the course of a minute, he changed the course of ACW. It was almost funny that guys like the Entourage and Alexander Starkweather and Wyvern spoke about how they were going to change the direction of the show, but Adrian Flamingo actually did it. Adrian Flamingo took out the hero that stood on top of the mountain and stood up to all the evil in the world head on. He crippled Superman and it wasn’t pretty or poetic as the movies made such scenes appear. There wasn’t any slow motion shots of BK screaming in agony, his wife didn’t watch on with tears in her eyes, it wasn’t raining… it was just a flash. If you had blinked, you would’ve missed the whole thing.
As he entered the ACW backstage area, he felt the eyes of every single roster member, management figure, and backstage tech fall upon him. He felt their glares burn holes through the fabric and flesh and into his soul if you’d want to call it that. Adrian paid them no mind and stared at the floor as he slowly shuffled his way down the twisting, turning fluorescently lit hallways like a zombie. Dead on his feet and his attention on his own thoughts, Adrian was alone in ACW, truly alone. Before, he had a following of fans, but after his actions at Heatwave, he doubted any fan would voice their support for him. He doubted any fellow member of the roster would want to speak with him or have anything to say to him outside of threats.
“You’re a pussy, Flamingo!”
Adrian stopped in his tracks when he heard the gruff voice come from behind him and he slowly turned and looked up at his provoker. The man was a little older than he was… fresh shaven. Short, black jelled hair and he stood at about his height. The man sported a black ACW t-shirt and a white headset that laid lazily around his neck. He was a nobody. Just another one of the working class soldiers who helped make sure ACW ran smoothly. Naturally, Adrian paid him no mind and reverted his attention to his future destination. The younger man, however, didn’t want to let up. As Adrian slowly headed back down the hallway, wincing every fourth step from pain, the man continued to shout at him.
“Yeah, keep walking , Flamingo. BK will be back to whip your ass soon enough!”
“If there really is a god…” mumbled Flamingo under his breath. If there really was a god, BK London would do just that, but Adrian was an atheist. Normally, Adrian Flamingo was the type to not take lip from no one, but tonight he was different. Guilty conscience? Injuries from the collar match? He didn’t really know himself, in all honesty, he just felt sick. Well, in an abstract sense if anything. It wasn’t like he had a stomachache or a headache, he just felt wrong. The angry younger man saw that Adrian wasn’t going to respond to him, so he spit on the ground and walked away shaking his head. Adrian looked back to see him walk away and looked back towards Gingerdude’s office almost emotionless.
Here he was, being sent to the principals office for doing something wrong. He had a lot of explaining to do, but how could he explain something if he didn’t know what was wrong with him? Regardless, he cracked his neck, reached for the doorknob, and slowly open it before entering.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:35:07 GMT -5
Match 1: Hangtime vs. Erick Wilson (Credit: FSX)
The night is yet to begin. Many are still on their way to their seats. Some have taken up refuge in the concession stands in an attempt to leap out at unsuspecting individuals, in order to take their lives.....But tonight, the focus won't be on food crazy serial killers. No...tonight, the focus will be on EXPLOSIVE IN RING ACTION!!! After the unbelievable amazing feat that was Heatwave, you have to imagine everything would go down hill from there..but you'd forget that this is ACW, and you'd forget that tonight our first contest pits two newer members of the roster against each other. On one hand you have Erick Wilson. In truth, not much is yet known of the former MLWA star, aside from the fact that he has destroyed ACW veterans, and performs like a vicious smoothie of Wyvern and Senator in the ring. His Yoko-quality resistance, and amazing ring awareness make many opponents wet themselves with the brief thought of battling him, but is Hangtime one of those people? Yes, that's right, I said Hangtime. Aside from the peculiar name, this man seems to be building himself as the future of ACW before even debuting, and many are curious to see if his skill in the ring matches his vibrant colorful mic skill. Already managing to cement himself as one of the smallest wrestlers in ACW history, does he have what it takes? Or will the teenager prove he truly is a phenomenon?
WHO WILL IT BE? Teenage Face, or British Heel? Small man, or Tiny man? Thunderkiss must be cringing at the moment, but he will simply have to deal, as both out competitors are now in the ring, and the contest is about to be underway!
Bell Rings.
The beginning of the match played itself out as a spectacular festival of strikes and running, as both men spent little time judging the others approach, and immediately went on the attack. Quite frankly, more of it was really running back and forth then anything else, as if this was a poorly commentated wrestling game, it would of repeatedly been...into the ropes...off the ropes....into the ropes...off the-- you get it. The constant running and missing each other though seemed to of bored Erick eventually, as he suddenly came to a stop. The match became a sort of ping pong competition soon after this, as Erick took down Hangtime and began to unload his arsenal of attacks, only to be countered and attacked himself consistently. Counters to the left, and an arsenal of attacks to the right..it was like world war 3, except there was only one ring, and people were watching! This series continued for awhile, before it was cancelled..and Erick Wilson debuted a new series of various DDTs on Hangtime. This led to various two counts, and various offers from FOX to make an actual show out of this beat-down!
The creamy center of this contest was more reminiscent to an exciting 'see who can hit their finisher first' competition, as both individuals took it upon themselves to take a good look at the other, and attempt to nail something to make the other stop moving. It continued the trend this match generally appeared to be following however, as both men continued to counter each other successfully, and generally fail to nail any move on one another. Many in attendance were becoming quite confused and in awe as the antics of the two appeared to continue on forever, bouncing back and forth and attempting to connect with a maneuver, only to further wind themselves and use more and more energy on their attack. It almost appeared as if both men were on the defensive at one point as they spinned and turned constantly, only to end in shock!!! The countering came to a close as both men suddenly head butted each other, and collapsed on the mat clutching their skulls...classy
The ending of this contest came quite abruptly, and left many in shock at it's sudden occurrence. The back and forth match had it's high and low points for both men, and had left them quite tired of seeing each others faces..or of perhaps running back and forth in an attempt to gain a solid, consistent advantage. As they both laid on the ground, exhausted, they seemed to suddenly realized they both needed to get up and continue. How? Perhaps it was the referee's count...yes..that was probably what woke them. Still, as the staggering small individuals came to their feet and stared over at each other, it was if they could sense that the end was near, but had no idea how to put it into effect. Perhaps it was a sign of inexperience, or perhaps he was just looking for some dumb luck, but suddenly Erick began to run forward, with little regard for how this left him open for attack. For his credit, Hangtime looked quite bewildered by this move, but kept his composure, and had little problem hitting an STO out of nowhere to counter this. About now, it suddenly became obvious that Hangtime had finally secured the advantage as he quickly moved to nail a few of his signature moves, seeming to dive off the top rope whenever the smallest opening presented itself. Erick seemed unable to react as he was hit repeatedly, though he did manage to kick out time and time again, proving he did have what it took..to be a real man! At this point, inspirational music would play, had Hangtime not exited to the ring apron. As Erick stumbled back to his feet, he turned to see Hangtime springboarding himself off the top and come flying at him for the Hangtime Moment. This was sure to work, if Erick hadn't ducked and let Hangtime roll out in overshot failure. This was his chance!! He could do it!! Erick awaited Hangtime to get up, before locking a front facelock, and going for a DDT!...only to find Hangtime slipping out of the move, and suddenly turning it to nail a DDT of his own. As Hangtime held Erick well following through, he heard a chuckle as they hit the ground, and let out a single gasp as Erick suddenly flipped over to bridge his legs, taking advantage of Hangtime's momentum with the move. Very clever, almost like a Northern Lights....DDT...reverse..amazing..move. Either way, Hangtime was in utter shock when he heard the referee count the three, and the bell ring soon afterward.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, ERICK WILSON!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:37:48 GMT -5
Segment: Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes Part 1. (Credit: Jonny Hughes) Warfare returns from commercial to a message.The following footage is an extract from an upcoming DVD release… These words slowly fade out and another message appears on the screen.ACW Presents….
Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes The words quickly fade and we cut to a nondescript room in what appears to be the backstage area of the ACW Arena, the room has been hastily dressed with a plain beige sofa, behind the sofa there is an ACW Flag pinned against the wall. We then cut to a close up of Jonny Hughes who is now sat on the sofa. Hughes is dressed casually, a site unfamiliar to ACW fans who are accustomed to seeing him in sharp suits, and has a relaxed look on his face. The scene then fades to some more text on the screen…Part One: The Life and Times of Jonny Hughes We cut back to Jonny Hughes who is taking a drink from a bottle of mineral water, he is interrupted by the voice of ACW interviewer Kevin Anderson.Anderson: We’ll start by asking you questions about your life prior to ACW. The first question is Where Did You Grow Up? Hughes: Well as you may be able to tell from my accent I’m not from the United States. I was born and raised in a mining village near Newcastle in the UK. Whilst this little village didn’t have much in the way of stuff to do it was the place I considered my home and I had some good times there. It was a pretty rough area of the country, and although I didn’t realise it at the time there was a lot of drug use going on around me. I was actually living on the same street as a well known drug dealer and when I think back to it that’s a frightening thought. Anderson: That is a frightening thought, so with all the bad things going on around you I’d like to know how they affected you. I guess my next question is, What was Jonny Hughes like as a child? Hughes: Jonny Hughes as a child was a little shit if I’m quite honest. I was on the most intelligent people in my school and I knew it. I would always question what I was told and my teachers hated me for it. I think that’s why I’ve always questioned authority, because my first real authority figures were pathetic excuses for human beings, their knowledge was limited to whatever was in their Teacher’s Guide and if someone questioned the logic behind their reasoning they were punished for being a ‘disruptive influence’. Anderson: So, when did you become interested in wrestling? Hughes: I remember the first time I watched wrestling, it was a WWE Heat broadcast in the early nineties, I even remember the match too, it was Dean Malenko against Scotty 2 Hotty. From that moment I was hooked. I think that match showcased two of the most key elements of pro wrestling, it showcased the performance aspect at its best in Dean Malenko and it showcased the sheer showmanship of Scotty 2 Hotty. Ever since that moment I’ve been obsessed with Dean Malenko, I’ve spent my entire career trying to replicate the man, in fact most of the time I’m trying to better him. Anderson: And when did this interest in watching become an interest in a potential career? Hughes: To be honest it was always a career interest for me, I remember watching those guys go at it in the ring and thinking to myself, ‘I can see myself doing that for a living.’ And you know what? I saw myself being very good at it. And look what happened. Anderson: Yes…Look what happened indeed. Hughes: Are you giving me lip Mister Anderson? Because if you are Mister Anderson I’ll leave this interview right now and bang go your DVD sales. Anderson: No Mister Hughes I am not ‘giving you lip’ Hughes: Good, because I could use the money from the sales of this DVD as much as you could, plus if I say ‘Mister Anderson’ anymore this interview will start sounding like the dialogue between Hugo Weaving and Keanu Reeves in that movie trilogy that promised much but delivered little. At this point Hughes and Anderson start chuckling and we slowly fade out to another message…Tune in next time for more from the upcoming ACW DVD release…
ACW Presents….
Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes Fade to commercial
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:38:19 GMT -5
Segment: Training Day (Credit: Ross Lambert)
The screen opens up to Ross Lambert, who’s panting heavily, breathing deeply in a Vegas gym, sweat is pouring down his forehead as he stands in the corner of a boxing ring, he’s in red boxing trunks with White Stripes and black fingerless gloves as is commonly used by UFC Superstars and The Undertaker, but without the UFC logo on it, he’s got his feet wrapped up exposing only his heels in tape and his hair is all straggly down his back, he’s in a Boxer Pose, as if ready to strike, Ross is breathing audibly loud as he looks around, outside the ring is pine wood floors with Training Equipment scattered around the room, punch bags, treadmills, weight sets, a perfectly equipped gym, there’s only a few people around, most of them sitting on a bench, inside the ring is a man in a tracksuit with a towel around his neck, old and withered with a big bald patch on his head.
Standing on the apron is Danny Mainer in a black “System of a Down” BYOB T-Shirt, with Pentagram wrist bands, black cargo pants and flame pattern boots, a towel around his neck as well, he’s looking at Ross who looks intense, focused and ready to battle, Ross is standing there, ready to go, he looks across the ring at his opponent, a skinny man in white trunks with black stripes, ankle tapes, the fingerless gloves, he has spiky black hair and has a thick black handlebar moustache with quite impressive sideburns, the South Korean flag printed on the ass of his tights, he’s quite well built but about half a foot shorter then Ross, standing in the South Korean man’s corner is a man rather reminiscent of Mr. Fuji, Yokozuna’s ex partner in crime, bald, wearing a upper white, lower black hanbok with a rap-around scarlet belt. Ross looks at Danny.
Danny: Don’t worry Ross… you can do this. I KNOW you can own this little prick.
On the bench consist of mostly Ross’s friends, Spike, Charlotte, Kenji and a random girl who must be there for the other guy. Spike is in a black cKy t-shirt with black cargo pants and big yellow work boots, Charlotte in black Cargo’s and converses, a Ramones t-shirt and Kenji is in a black business suit who looks the most out of place, the random girl is in a bright orange t-shirt and sky blue cargo pants.
Coach/Referee Guy: “Introducing first… from Temecula, California… weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and EIGHTY POUNDS! ROSS “The Ripper!” LAMBERT!”
Everybody on the bench except for the random girl start getting up and cheering, thrusting their arms in the air screaming “YEAH come on Ross!”
Ross: Thank you all! You guys rock!
Ross smiles at the Paragon Ensemble on the bench as the other chick on the bench stays deadly silent.
Coach/Referee Guy: “And from Seoul, South Korea… weighing in at 300 pounds! Keiji Taures!”
The lone girl stands up squealing and starts clapping randomly, hopping up and down on the spot, the Paragon Ensemble just give her weird looks as Keiji Taures smiles at who is no doubt his woman. She eventually stops jumping when she sees the Paragon glaring at her, she slowly sits down while blushing as a rather porky man in a black t-shirt rings the Bell, Ross walks over as the old balding referee instructs the Competitors on the rules.
Coach: Alright, no gouging, no hair-pulling, no low-blows, I wanna see a good clean fight!
Ross & Keiji don’t participate with the normal “touch gloves” boxing formalities and walk back to their respective corners, Danny pats Ross on the back reassuringly as he breathes heavily where as Mr. Fuji likeness barks orders at Taures, Taures does a power-shrug and starts to shadowbox, having gotten up from a solid 7 hours of ACW: The Video Game only an hour or so ago, Ross isn’t in peak shape as he normally is, Ross & Keiji walk towards each other in the ring and start to circle around the ring as the referee spins around and tries to see between them as Ross & Keiji attempt to throw strikes loosely at each other. Ross and Keiji rapidly exchange strikes which are blocked, they’re matched and none have managed to land a strike, Keiji jumps back and tries to hit a swinging shot but Ross ducks low and hits a straight shot to the gut, lunging forward.
Keiji stumbles back his face contorted in pain as Ross sees his opening and attempts to uppercut the head but Keiji is faster and strikes down to hit Ross in the chest, Ross falls onto his back, the ref starts to count out but Ross quickly scrambles to his feet, scuttling up back to his combat stance. Keiji goes to start a flurry but Ross is quick to respond he quickly brings up his head guards as Keiji starts to try and pound on the head but quickly moves to the gut, Ross leaps back and SWING SHOT! CRACK! Ross managed to hit Keiji in the side of the head, Keiji rolls onto his back dead center of the ring, Ross looks down on the ground as the referee starts to count, but somehow, Keiji manages to nip-up off the ground, the referee separates them and they start to spar again, Ross attempts to lay clubbing blows to the head but Keiji brings his guard up. Ross then pulls his left fist back, signalling for a powerful gutshot but Keiji goes to block this falling right into Ross’s trap, UPPERCUT right into the jaw which sends Keiji flying but he manages to backwards roll to his feet, Keiji jogs forward and flies into a rage who tries to hit numerous headshots but Ross’s guard holds up, Keiji continues to strike at Ross’s guard continually trying to find a way in but Ross swerves to the left and decks him with a gut shot.
This lowering his guard, Ross takes the opportunity, a 3-second pullback, he lunges forward striking his mark perfectly, HAYMAKER! Keiji flies onto his back as Ross hits the strike dead on into the face of Keiji, Keiji is out as the referee counts, he doesn’t budge and is completely flat out on the ground near some ropes, The Paragon Ensemble are all cheering and so is the chick that’s there for Keiji, Ross sees this and is mildly confused as sweat drips down his forehead even more, spreading across his chest, Keiji is completely drenched in the stuff as he lies motionless on the ground, Ross poses with his arms in the air as the referee counts 10 and Keiji hasn’t moved a bit, not even a twitch, the referee sprints over to raise Ross’s arm as Ross drops down to a knee. Ross is smiling confidently as he gets to his feet again. Ross is breathing deeply as Danny jumps into the ring with his towel, he throws it to Ross who snatches it up and starts wiping off some sweat, Ross scrambles out of the ring as the Paragon Ensemble scramble around him to talk to him.
Danny: YEAH! Woohoo! Alright you owned him! You had his soul in a jar!
Ross glares at Danny for his blatant video game references.
Ross: I fuckin’ did it! Hey who was that guy anyways?
Danny: No idea. Come on let’s go back to the lockerroom.
{Temp Fade, INT. the lockerroom}
The lockerroom of Ross Lambert, despite his apartment being a filthy sty, his room is clean and clear, with no underpants slung across the back of the couch, or old pizza boxes crammed at haste in the toilet, no, this is a Housewife’s dream, the carpet is black, hard to detect stains but nobody cares, the only chairs in the room are those director style folding chairs, on one side of the room is a wall to wall surface, with a microwave, a blender, a bunch of food condiments like salad cream, tomato ketchup, salt ‘n’ pepper, vinegar and that on a rotary container holder, against the wall opposite of the wall 2 wall surface is a little TV with an Xbox 360 attached, there’s a couple of draws dotted around an a locker where all of Ross’s clothes are kept store, the Paragon Ensemble are scattered around the room. Ross being the main figure, with everybody around him congratulating him.
Danny: Man you really kicked his ass!
Charlotte: Yeah! Ripped him to shreds like the WORM he is…
Ross pushes out of the circle over to his surface where he sits on the edge, with the rabble following him.
Ross: Come on, come on guys, COME ON! Guys, you’re acting like I won the world title… I just beat some Hobo in a Gym.
The rabble suddenly stops, the Paragon look at each other before walking around to do things in the locker-room. Ross shrugs before hopping down, he throws on the official Ross Lambert t-shirt, he then paces around the room when suddenly, there’s a loud knocking on the door, Ross walks over to the door and opens it to see the woman in the sky blue cargo pants.
Woman: My English not good… I speak Japanese, how you say, can I come… in?
Ross: Yeah, come in!
Ross opens the door and lets the woman in before slamming the door shut behind her, there’s a loud crack from the other side of the door and an “OWWWWW”, Ross has a bewildered look on his face, he opens the door again as the Paragon gather around, they see Keiji Taures lying on the ground, blood spewing out of his nose, Ross shrugs before pulling the door to a close, before opening it again.
Ross: DON’T YOU GO BLEEDING ON MY DOOR!
Ross then slams the door again and looks around, Spike gives him a look and Danny stands there with his hands on his hips.
Danny: Ya’think we should help him Ross?
Ross: Spike, you’re the Jesus of good advice, what do we do?
Spike: Throw him in a dumpster, pretend it never happened?
Ross: Nah, too much effort. Now…
Ross turns his attention to the woman. Ross shrugs as if to say “What do we do now?” Ross looks around, Spike shrugs, Charlotte shrugs, Kenji isn’t in the room.
Danny: <Japanese>Hello, I am Danny Mainer, I will translate your message for you.
Girl: <Japanese> Thank you Danny, can you translate this to the tall guy with black hair?
Ross: Hey Danny, I didn’t know you could speak Jappo.
Danny: There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me… Rosso.
Ross: Alright, what is she saying?
Danny: She wants me to translate messages to you <To Girl/Japanese> So what is it?
Girl: <Japanese> I am Kaori Nishidake, I have seen Ross on TV and thought he was cool, I wanted join his Group of Great Evil.
Danny: She says her name is Kaori Nishidake, she thought you were a badass, basically and she wants to join us.
Ross: Kaori Nishidake? Isn’t she that snowboarding chick?
Danny: Yep. What you think Ross?
Ross: Ask her what skills she possesses.
Danny: <Japanese> What skills do you think you can bring to the team?
Kaori: <Japanese>I can bring many of my Snowboarding Allies… I can put on a good show in competition, I can provide a distraction and I can add a new Dimension to the Team and bring you a much needed Japanese fanbase.
Danny: She can bring her little mountain buddies, get us a Japanese fanbase, do fancy tricks, distract and “add new dimensions to the team”.
Ross: Tell her that ACW Officials are planning to axe us if we bring anymore people into the stable but we shall definitely call you should we need you.
Danny: <Japanese>We are currently under fire for our excessive cast in the Paragon of Chaos, however should we need your skills, if you leave your number we will call you on the phone if we need you.
Kaori: <Japanese> Thank you so much… I won’t let you down!
Kaori jumps up and down on the spot in a happy mood.
Ross: What did you say? She seems happy.
Danny: I told her exactly what you told me too…
Ross: Damn man… that’s one hyper chick.
Danny: You’re tellin’ me…
Ross: Alright… we should probably cut off the promo by saying something awesome to the camera… wait I just realized… we never let Charlotte get any time, Charlotte, come say something about Freeman or somebody.
Charlotte pushes her way through the crowd to the front. She glares at the camera.
Charlotte: Umm… Freeman is a really sweet guy?
Ross & Danny both face-palm, they look at Charlotte.
Ross: Something nasty, come on Charlotte this is amateur, you KNOW we’re facing him, are you blonde or something?
Charlotte: OK… umm… JASON FREEMAN! … you better watch out because The Paragon will CRUSH you into the ground like the worm you are… first we’ll take you… then we’ll take the next bunch of chumps… then… to the THRONE… the EMPEROR OF THE RING will be hence known as ROSS… LAMBERT!!!
Ross: That was MUCH better, nice work.
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:38:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Stable Warfare!” (Credit: Thunderkiss, Senator)
[Sometimes there are people you go out of your way to avoid, and then there are some people you’d rather dig your eyes out with a fork than run into. These two fall into the later. Fate has once again brought the Senator and Thunderkiss together as they almost bump shoulders . Both men have a complete look of disgust on their faces as soon as they realize who it is standing in front of them, but this tense moment is suddenly broken by Thunderkiss’ gloating laughter.]
Thunderkiss *laughter*: Say Steve, have you lost anything recently?
The Senator: Have you heard the old adage: "one man's trash is another man's treasure?" That apparently applies in this situation.
Thunderkiss: Aww, you just keep pretending that Freeman’s departure doesn’t ... hwurt your whittle heart Steve-o!
The Senator: You may cease your act, I have not the patience for it. If I wanted to hear such juvenile prattle, I would have gone into kindergarten teaching, instead of the Senate.
[And just like that, the fun and games is sucked right out of Thunderkiss. His mood does a complete 180 as fire now burns in his eyes and his body is engulfed in seriousness. He crooks his head to the side and extends his hands outward as if he was a idol wanting to be worshiped ...]
Thunderkiss: Your stable is through Senator. You are through. I’m bringing everything down, just like I said I would months ago. But I am a benevolent man Senator. When it’s all gone and the only thing left standing is yourself, I will give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. All you have to do is kneel. Kneel before me and you will be spared.
The Senator: And if you think that you can speak to me as you do to the plethora of women who reject you on a constant basis, you are sadly mistaken.
Thunderkiss: Heh, are you sure you’re not mad? Do you not realize who you’re dealing with? I am the WORLDBREAKER Steven.
The Senator: Excuse me? Last I remember, you lost control in our last match, and indeed, you lost the match, itself! What a joke! Worldbreaker? You implied that I am mad? Those are truly the rants of someone who has lost his connection with reality! And face it, you may have your lofty goals, but without a solid foundation to pursue them, they are as transient as a cloud in the sky, or common sense in Washington!
Thunderkiss: Confident aren’t we? Well dear Senator, you should be honored. You will be the first of many former Champions that will fall to me. An example will be made out of you that will scar the minds of all those who have worn the ACW World Title. Already they run scared. After Monday, they will come to the realization and there is no place to run and hopefully will meet their fate head on like a man or woman.
The Senator: And I contend that you might want to head over to ol' Tim Dwight, and actually get a lesson in how to wrestle...
Thunderkiss: Blah, Blah, Blah - old man. See you Monday and please do bring FSX along. We have some unfinished business, that tiny man and I..
[Thunderkiss walks away, almost hoping that the Senator attacks him from behind. Phillips will do no such thing as his brain is already figuring out ways on how to stop the Worldbreaker. Come Monday, he’ll need a plan alright, but if there is one man who can derail the “Worldbreaker” train - its Senator Steve Phillips.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:39:21 GMT -5
Match 2: EOTR Round 1: Fallen Souls vs. Josh the Jersey Boy (Credit: Hitman)
JJB proved he was no slouch in the ring when he shoved FSX down to the canvas upon a collar-and-elbow tie-up. FSX was no Brother Gay or Brother Klingon but one had to wonder if he was feeling fatigued after his Ultimate X match with XS3. Regardless, FSX shook off some of the minor damage taken in this match and took down JJB with a series of arm drags, the last one being the set-up for an armlock. JJB resisted the pain of this hold and whipped FSX off the ropes, taking him down to the canvas with a standing lariat. The pro-FSX crowd encouraged their apparent hero in this match to arise but stomps from JJB would prove to be futile on FSX’s part.
After a thumb to the eye and a swinging neckbreaker, JJB then threw FSX into the corner and backed up, looking for another lariat. At the last second, FSX jumped up and rolled over JJB, pinning him for a two count. FSX then ducked another lariat attempt and leapt up from the corner, nailing the Launch Kick and sending JJB crashing into the turnbuckles before coming down on the mat. FSX wasn’t done yet as he sprung to the top rope and in one fluid motion, leapt off and hit a senton bomb. A two count caused FSX’s frustration meter to slightly rise but that feeling was replaced with pain after being hit with the Pain in E Minor into a backbreaker stretch. FSX got the crowd on his side and fought out with some quick kicks then hit JJB with an Evenflow DDT.
FSX got to his feet first and hit a flurry of toe kicks and a couple of clotheslines. JJB got up only to be whipped off the ropes and dropkicked for yet another two count. FSX whipped JJB into the corner but fell for the clichéd boot to the face counter. FSX didn’t care about that; he was too busy hitting a surprise Rainbow STO for a two count. FSX then decided enough was enough and set up JJB for the Soul Transfer. However, when spinning around to deliver the finishing blow, the referee got in the way and took a boot to the face from JJB, who then slipped off of FSX’s shoulders and hit a low blow, causing the crowd to boo. JJB decided that he would end this match for the sake of his dark lord and set up FSX for the Death Clock. However, FSX managed to slip out and nail JJB with the Soul Transfer! FSX woke the ref up and pinned JJB for the one… two… three.
Winner and advancing to round two: Fallen Souls[/quote]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:39:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Postage Due” Credit: T-Kiss & FSX [It’s been a while since we’ve last seen her and needless to say our last impressions of dear Anna were quite breathtaking. While her situation with Thunderkiss is quiet complex. A couple now? Perhaps. But one thing she is for sure is his employee and duty calls. Earlier today she typed the letter at the request of her boss and now Miss Sommers has come to deliver it. She walks down the hallways of the locker room area, her least favorite place in the whole complex. “Morons” she thinks to herself as she walks past all the roster, though she honestly doesn’t know how lucky she has it. Knowing just who’s “girl” she is, most of the “meatheads” go out of their way to avoid her. She comes to a halt just outside the Senatorial Stable locker room and impatiently knocks on the door.] *Knock,Knock*[Fate has brought FSX to the door tonight - just the man she was looking for. Luck again shines on Anna, for her job just got a little easier.] Anna Sommers: Here.[Anna shoves the envelope into FSX’s hands, making sure she doesn’t damage her nails in the process.] FSX: Oh good! Is this my ritual knife? Anna Sommers: What? No. FSX: Oh..aww...well, what is it then? Anna Sommers: Figure it out yourself. They don’t pay me to teach the idiots.[Anna walks away while FSX takes his index finger and rips open the letter. He reaches inside and pulls it out, unfolding it in the process. As he scans the letter, his face turns red with anger and his hand shakes with hatred.] Dear Tiny Man,
I was EXTREMELY disappointed with your attitude and your actions this past Saturday at Heatwave. I do not understand how you have come to the conclusion that you have the right to insult someone such as myself, but you are very mistaken. Luckily for you, I am a very kind man and believe in second chances. This Monday on Warfare, I will accept your apology directly in the ring while you kneel at my feet. Of course, you may also accept the other alternative and that would be me shoving your teeth down your throat. And even I know you don’t want that. See you Monday, X the second.
-The WorldbreakeR- [Without even thinking about it, he crumples the letter up and throws it into a nearby trash can and slams the door shut.] FSX: I see...well..this will require a lot of thought. [He seems to take a brief moment to ponder the thought, before his face slowly becomes a dark red] FSX: Let's see. I'M supposed to apologize to an oversized idiot who ruined MY car!! SURE, it wasn't new, but it was mine!! That god damn asshole expects me to worship him as the deity he desperately wants to be?!?! What the fuck does he expect?! Who the fuck does he think he is?!?! That bastard should be the one apologizing!! Did I hurt the babies feelings?! Huh?! DID I!?!?... ....Who the fuck am I talking too?!?! GOD DAMNIT!! [We cut away from Fallen Soul’s tirade back to Anna Sommers, who has now returned to Camp Entourage. As she steps into the luxurious digs, she is confronted to Thunderkiss himself who eagerly awaits an update on her progress.] Thunderkiss: Did you deliver the letter?Anna Sommers: No, I just walked across the whole entire complex for the hell of it, moron. Thunderkiss: You know you’re beautiful when you’re angry.Anna Sommers: *Scoff* [Anna walks away, but there is no emotional response by the Thunderman. He is used to it and he’ll take Anna just as she is. Though he’d like to actually attempt to try to take her in other ways right now, there is another important issue on hand - that being the intolerable Fallen Souls, and how he must PAY for his insulting comments. Talking aloud, TK says exactly how he feels.] Thunderkiss: You will kneel for your insult Tiny Man, you WILL kneel![FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:40:46 GMT -5
Segment: Unbridled Rage (Credit: Ross Lambert)
The sound of “Wake the Dead” by Comeback is heard, the opening riff hits as the screen is open on one little boombox, the camera looks around to show Ross Lambert’s lockerroom, Kenji Zakahashi, Danny Mainer, Spike Lambert are all there, Kenji is in black baggy pants and a plain white T with yellow work boots, Danny is in his black cargo pants and System of a Down T-Shirt with converse and Spike is in black cargo’s with a white Frankie says Relax t-shirt, they’re scattered around the room, Kenji is sprawled across the couch, Danny is sat on the wall to wall surface and Spike is in a directors chair, one leg over the other.
Spike: So where the Hell is Ross?
Danny: No clue… he was s’posed to be here a few hours ago.
Kenji: Maybe he got caught up in traffic or something.
Danny: He’ll be here.. he’s got a match tonight against some newbie. DiaVolo.
Spike: Yeah… hey, listen, I have an idea… this is probably warranting death here… but it could just get him here that little bit faster.
Spike gets off of the chair and scans around the room quickly, before heading over to the corner, he picks up a big black Slipknot backpack and hoists it over to the boombox, he unzips it and reaches in before pulling out the contents, a brick, a Magnum, a knife, a Senator action figure, a container of plastic explosives, he finally pulls out a small CD wallet, he opens it up and flips through the CD’s until he pulls out a select single. He turns off the radio and opens the CD drive, carefully putting the CD in, the CD whirls around making grindy noises, Spike squats down to see the interface, he then presses the play button. Spike smiles smugly as Kenji and Danny look at it with anticipation.
Damn all these beautiful girls They only wanna do you dirt They'll have you suicidal, suicidal When they say its over
JR, Sean Kingston!
Kenji & Danny glare at Spike before smiling at him, Spike smiles smugly.
Danny: You are EVIL.
Spike: I know.
You're way too beautiful girl That’s why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When you say it's over Damn, all these beautiful girls They only want to do you dirt They'll have you suicidal, suicidal When they say its over
Kenji: This is sick…
Spike: Any minute now….
See it started at the park used to chill after dark Oh when you took my heart Thats when we fell apart cause we both thought, that love lasts forever (lasts forever) They say we're too young, to get ourselves sprung Ooh we didn't care we made it very clear And they also said that we couldn't last together (last together) See it's very devine, you're one of a kind But you mash up my mind, you haffi get declined Oh lord, my baby is driving me crazy
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Ross Lambert is in a traffic jam, stuck behind a van and in front of a moped, he’s pounding his head on the steering wheel in rage, he’s literally just by the arena parking lot and he can’t get there… when suddenly a sensor goes off in his mind. Something switches on in his brain and he starts breathing heavily… foam starts to seep out of his mouth and his face goes dark, pure anger coursing through his veins, blood rushing to his head, Ross begins to steer his Ford GT out of the way, he mashes on accelerate down the grassy mid-section of the road, speeding past a tonne of vans, Ross continues to thunder down the middle of the road.
Back to Lambert’s locker room again, Danny, Kenji & Spike are still sat there waiting.
Spike: Maybe if we sing the song?
Kenji: Hey yeah that’s a good idea.
Spike, Kenji & Danny all start to join in with the song.
You're way too beautiful girl Thats why it'll never work You'll have me suicidal, suicidal When you say it's over Damn all these beautiful girls They only want to do you dirt They'll have you suicidal, suicidal When they say its over
“Must… Kill” is the thought that’s coursing through Ross’s brain and yet he does not know why, he sees the entrance to the arena parking lot but sees the official entrance is blocked off, so he simply speeds across the road at the end of the traffic jam and cuts across the grass, hurtling to the arena entrance, cutting up the grass behind him he skids his Ford GT into the parking lot, and over to the Private Parking, he despite his fury manages to park perfectly as his car skids across the tarmac, he leaps out of the car with an “Urge to Kill”, he quickly looks around the room and sees that somebody left a mallet out, Ross heads straight over to it and he picks it up in both hands.
It was back in 99 Watching movies all the time Oh, when I went away for doing my first crime And I never thought that we was gonna see each other (see each other) And then I came out Mami moved me down south Oh I'm with my girl Who I thought was my world It came out to be that she wasn't the girl for me (girl for me) See it's very devine, you're one of a kind But you mash up my mind, you haffi get declined Oh lord, my baby is driving me crazy
Spike, Danny & Kenji have turned it up to max and are singing at the top of their lungs, back to Ross again who is hurtling down a corridor, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he breaths in heavily, he walks past technicians who’re working, he sees a guy holding tonnes of paper.
Guy: Hey Ross!
CRACK! Ross swings for the fences, hitting the guy right in the chest, the paper flies everywhere and Ross doesn’t even stop to see the damage done, he heads around the back corridor, hurtling through a set of double doors into the ACW Locker Rooms section, he hurtles past Starkweather’s door, Flower Power’s Door, the Senatorial Stable door, then Wyvern, then Alicia and Latino’s door, Wyvern thunders to the second to last door on the corridor screaming.
Cut back to Spike, Kenji & Danny, Spike is drinking a soda, having given up on singing as has Kenji & Danny, they’re all just chillaxing as the song finishes, suddenly a loud war cry of “NYAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH!” is heard, Spike, & Danny jump out of their skins but Kenji stays cool.
Kenji: Ross is here.
Suddenly, the door is booted open and Ross Lambert flies through the door, Danny & Spike shit bricks again and Kenji jumps back a little, Ross flies through the door screaming raising the mallet above his head, he slams the mallet down repeatedly, breaking the boombox with each shot.
You're way too beautiful girl Thats why it'll never work You'll have me suici… coi… dull…-
That’s about all it can squeeze out as Ross continues to pound on the stereo, shattering it to pieces, Ross then leans on it and throws the remnants of the stereo onto the floor, and like a mad man possessed he puts it as far behind him as he can before swinging forward and literally shattering the stereo into a thousand pieces as the final crushing blow sends shockwaves throughout the room, Ross then leans on the mallet and opens the disk drive, he takes out the Sean Kingston CD and begins to smash it up, he picks up the remnants of the stereo and CD and picks it up, under his arm, he trundles back out of the door which has been nearly knocked off its hinges, he then walks across the lockerroom and dumps it outside of a random locker door which appears to be Josh the Jersey Boys, Ross then does a u-turn back to his own lockerroom, he sees the state of the door, the mallet on the floor, he then looks at Spike and Kenji & Danny who are shocked.
Ross: What the fuck happened here?!
Spike: Holy Shit dude…
Ross: Who fucked up my locker room?!
Spike: You did man.
Ross: How the fuck could I?!
Kenji: You went into a rage when we played Sean Kingston and just kicked the fuckin’ door down, then smashed my boombox.
Danny: Yeah dude… you did.
Ross: Whatever, I’m pissed off… Sean Kingston sucks, I hate him with a passion!
Spike: We never would’ve guessed…
Ross: Aww man I’m hyped up now! Aaagrh!
Spike: Use that in your match with DiaVolo tonight.
Ross: Yeah that sounds super fun. I just wish it was No-DQ! AAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHHH! I wanna break stuff.
Danny: Why don’t you use Kenji as a warm-up…
Ross: I may be angry but I’M NOT dumb.
Kenji: Go relax for a bit? You work better with a cooler mind.
Ross: Really? Thanks.
Kenji: Alright then.
Ross: Gemme a soda… NOW and let us NEVER speak of this again.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:41:17 GMT -5
Segment: “The Welcome Wagon” Credit: Jason Freeman, Dan White, XS3, Jay Zero & T-Kiss We instantly fade into the backstage locker room area of Entourage. Already in progress we find Jay Zero and Thunderkiss exchanging some words with XS3 and Dan idly standing by. [/center] Zero: --I mean come on! [/color] Kiss: Jay I’m NOT telling you again! Just DROP IT! Zero: KISS! WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE POWER GROUP OF ACW! [/color] Kiss: Yeah? And we are!Zero: Not when you throw our reputation out the window like that! [/color] Dan: Bleh it’s really not that bad. Kiss: See, Dan is being a team player, Z! Look you talk about power? How could you not see the greatness in this?! We take a member from the Stable and add him to our ranks, upping our numbers while decreasing theirs at the SAME TIME! You are not thinking about the long run here!Zero: The long run? Jesus, Kiss! We aren’t thinking of the long run, we’re thinking of RIGHT NOW! Entourage isn’t going anywhere unless we think about what we’re doing in short term! And honestly! Out of all the people YOU could have picked---you got the one man who won’t help the ‘Raj in ANY EFFECT! [/color] Kiss: Now Ja—Zero: What were you thinking? Pft…Jason goddamn Freeman. [/color] Kiss rolls his eyes as XS3 looks at the ground. [/center] Zero: The man is worth nothing, Kiss! He’ll do no good to us whatsoever! [/color] XS3: "Jay, you need to settle your ass down."Dan: Yeah, seems to me like you’re still sore after Omega Effect. Jay shoots a deadly look that could kill on site over at Dan. [/center] Zero: Heh…Heh, excuse me? [/color] Dan: You’re still angry that Freeman beat you! XS3: "Jesus Christ..."Zero: He did NOT beat me Dan! HE HANDCUFFED ME TO A CAGE! EXACTLY HOW DID HE BEAT ME? [/color] There’s silence. [/center] Zero: This is bullshit. I mean----I got SUSPENDED and STRIPPED of my Entertainment Title because of that pay back beating we put on Freeman, AS A GROUP! I paid the punishment for you people and this is how I’m paid back?!? [/color] Kiss: ....... You’re right Zero. You have every right to be mad at that. But, look brother. It’s nothing against you-- trust me. I just saw a golden opportunity and I had to take it. This BETTERS us as a stable, as a group. Just learn to ignore it, ok? Zero: Ugh whatever, I’m just saying Kiss, this is a bad idea! He turned on the Senatorial Stable, whose to say he won’t turn on us? You don’t want someone breaking the brotherhood! [/color] Kiss: TRUST ME! That is NOT, going to— Kiss becomes interrupted with the opening of the door. All four men glance over to find Jason Freeman entering the room with a grin from ear to ear. He enters and looks all around the room. [/center] Freeman: Hey guys, Jason Freeman has arrived! Just as Jay is about to say something, Kiss glares over with a look that says “Don’t you dare.” [/center] Kiss: Uh---hey there Freeman! Welcome to the ‘Raj!XS3: "Welcome to the single greatest entity in ACW."Freeman: All I have to say is that when I was in the Senatorial Stable, I was never given the respect I deserved. I'm not going to be pushed out of the spotlight any longer. Zero: *sigh* [/color] Jay pushes past Kiss as if he’s going to confront Freeman to his face. ][/center] Dan: Jay? Zero: I got things to do. [/color] Jay pushes through Freeman with a hard shoulder to his chest. He slams the locker room door behind him, leaving Freeman confused. [/center] Freeman: What’s wrong with him? XS3: "Oh... he's just got something up his ass. Don't worry about it."Freeman: Im assuming it's because I joined this stable? Dan: No, he’s just been a bit…uh, angry cause he’s been losing lately. Freeman:Well, whatever... Thunderkiss: I’m sorry Freeman. There WILL be some growing pains with your addition - I will not lie. But time heals wounds and I’m certain Zero will eventually come around.Freeman: Well, I just want to say that I know that I've had problems with some of you...but...that's over now. I want to thank you all for waking me up and realize what I was doing to my career by being with the Senatorial Stable, and now I'm with Entourage. I'm going to tell you now, to make sure things don't go the same way they did with the Senatorial Stable, that I am not going to allow myself to be pushed around and looked down upon. I'm going to do my best to be a valuable member to this stable, but if any of you have a problem with me joining, let's just settle that right now... [Thunderkiss holds back the laughter and places his right hand on Freeman's shoulder. He then looks around the entire room and proclaims with a voice of authority...] Thunderkiss: Don't worry Freeman, that won't be necessary. Now calm yourself.[Thunderkiss walks away leaving Freeman alone in the locker room with everyone else. A very uncomfortable silence echoes throughout the room until all men leave to do their own thing which translates into Freeman going his own way and the rest of the 'Raj going theirs.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:41:48 GMT -5
Segment: High Tension (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As the show returns from the break, the camera opens up back in the good ol' Senatorial Office, with the Capitalists, Scott Andrews, FSX, and Hunter all standing around, waiting for the last member to show up.
Kevin Fitsharris: I'm getting hungry, and I'm sick and tired of waiting. When's the boss showing up?
Hunter: I'm right here.
Fitsharris: Wha? No...
Kalb: Kev, Hunter means to say, he's the boss, too...
Fitsharris: But, uh, didn't Senator hire us?
Kalb: Ugh, you really are an idiot.
FSX: Oh, come on now Kalb...is that really appropriate?
Fitsharris: Hey, thanks Fall--
FSX: No need to state the obvious.
Scott: So true.
Pause as Fitsharris hangs his head in shame.
Fitsharris: ...aww, come on, I'm not that stupid, am I?
Everyone Else: ...
Soon enough, the door opens up with a bang that nearly takes it off its hinges, as Steve Phillip enters the room in a huff and a hurry. Everyone in the room immediately quiets down as the International Champion sets his belt down on his desk, and turns on the computer.
The Senator: Kalb, Fitsharris, you two are simply insufferable! I told you, two hours, two hours before the show, to draft those letters and send them, but what happens? You blundering blunderbusses decide to waste the entire time playing some wretched video game and now, I have to do it all myself! Oh trust me, you two will rue the day that you decided to do that! Anyway, Hunter, Scott, FSX, it does appear that we have a problem here, does it not?
FSX: Well, of course we do...actually, I've got some--
Senator: Well, you are completely and utterly wrong, and I do not wish to hear any of that sort of defeatism again in this office, or anywhere else, for that matter!
FSX: Well...okay then. Forget MY ideas then. Apparently, I don't know what I'm talking about.
Senator: That's right! For a long time, I was pondering how to go about cutting off the wasteful driftwood from our Stable, but, what do you know, that happened all on its own! Good riddance to Rattlesnake, the washed up former Emperor of the Ring, Jason Freeman, the boy whiner, and Wyvern, that pitiful traitor who gained a belt, but lost his soul! Now that I feel that we have the ideal Stable, I think it is high time we act like one, and we act like the top level elite unit that we deserve to be, that we know we are! I will not tolerate any excuses!
Phillips concludes his last sentence with a violent slamming of his fist upon the desk, and as he turns his head back to the computer, he does so with a groan and a deep set frown, putting a hand to his neck.
Hunter: ...for the first time ever, I've gotta agree with your leadership policies there, Sennie. Although you could take a chill pill and learn from my amazing nonchalance, wherein I share my thoughts on the aforementioned stuff with a grin on my face.
Kalb: Yeah, I think Hunter has a point here, really...or...not?
FSX: I agree with the mighty Capitalist! Margaritas all around!
The Senator merely shakes his head at Fallen Souls' last comment with a slight smirk, but it is clear that his neck is in bad shape, as he clutches it once again.
Fitsharris: You okay there, boss?
Scott: Yeah, you look a little bent out of shape, I think you should call the doctor in here or something, I got some aspirin...
Senator: NO! I do not need a silly little doctor trying to manage my career, I do not need my own stable going off and acting like foolish women, "oh so concerned" about my health, and I do not need your blasted aspirin, I have this fully under control! End of discussion.
FSX: ...you're just an ulcer waiting to happen, aren't you...?
Hunter looks over the Senator's form with a glint of satisfaction, and then loudly clears his throat before addressing the room.
Hunter: It is clear to me that, at the moment, the Senator is in no sane state of mind. Thereby, I will be the acting leader until he has recovered.
Senator: ...have you completely lost it?
Hunter: It's been suggested.
FSX: I find that completely acceptable! I find that Hunter would make a great leader, perhaps only topped by...hey...why is it only you and Senator are ever considered for leader around here?
Hunter: ...excuse me?
Scott: Yeah. I mean...Philip said there was no leader of the Senatorial Stable, and you instantly assume that means you have to take advantage of the Senator. But even if you did that, there's still me and X. We can lead this stable just as well as the two of you.
Pause.
Hunter: And pigs fly.
FSX: They do if you launch them out of a cannon. In fact, there was this one occasion where we shot one through Manhattan just to see if anyone had an epiphany, and if I remember correctly, thousands committed suicide...
Hunter drops his head and slowly wipes his hand across his face.
Hunter: Look, you two never did anything to deserve the position.
Scott: Neither did Snake.
Hunter: Maybe not, but that was an example of me simply handing over my position temporarily.
Scott: And look what happened there. Not the best choice, eh?
Hunter: Fuck off, I didn't know he'd turn into a lesbian fucking pansy!
FSX: Well, technically, if he made a lesbian straight, wouldn't that mean---
Hunter: It means he's a lesbian himself, okay!?
FSX raises an eyebrow slowly as the Senator slowly and coolly rises from behind his desk, his eyes trained on Hunter.
Senator: Now look, Hunter...I know how much this position means to you, but they have a point. Everything that happened in the past has been nullified. This is a fresh slate for us, and so they CAN be considered for the leadership position.
Hunter: Fuck that.
FSX: Hey, it's three against one here. You know I agree with you most of the time...but...well...time to get off the horse. Stop riding into the blue yonder. I mean, you just seem power hungry. Kind of like you just want to boss us around, you know? The old saying goes---
Hunter: ENOUGH ALREADY!!!
Hunter groans loudly as he takes a deep breath.
Hunter: Fine, fuck it, I know I can out lead all of you any day.
Senator: Well, there IS a way to prove it.
The men in the room look at the Senator with raised eyebrows as the Senator looks back at them, a wide grin on his face. They know this look...it's the look the Senator wears when he has an idea...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Aug 30, 2007 15:42:16 GMT -5
Match 3: Ross Lambert vs. DiaVolo (Credit: Ross Lambert)
This was quite an even match, Ross Lambert got massive heat from the crowd, not quite on the level of Cena at ECW One Night Stand 2 but not far off, DiaVolo got quite a boost off the crowd as well with a massive pop, the match itself was pretty decent, 2.5-star rating, the match started off as a Counter-Fest, Ross kept trying to use his strength but DiaVolo managed to swerve and get some swift strikes in, Ross got back the advantage when he feigned going for an Open-Palm shot to the face, expecting DiaVolo to grab it, he used the opportunity to pull DiaVolo into a Clothesline.
The match started to get a bit heavier later on, the action spilled out of the ring when DiaVolo hit a nasty Spinning Heel Kick which sent Ross tumbling over the top rope, DiaVolo then went top rope and hit a Plancha Moonsault which got the fans pumped up, not that they needed it, already they were in high-spirits, DiaVolo tried to throw Ross into the ring but Ross threw a boot out and got caught DiaVolo on the gut, Ross then grabbed DiaVolo’s head and damn near knocked him out cold with a headslam to the steps, Ross then rolled him under the ropes, with his head sticking out, Ross was gonna’ hit a jumping Elbow Drop onto his kneck but Diavolo span his whole body around and kicked Ross in the back of the head.
Back in the ring again, Ross was pushed to the limit when he got Release Dragon Suplex’d, DiaVolo nearly got the pin with the Dragon Suplex but Ross managed to find the strength, DiaVolo cornered Ross and stomped a mudhole in his face before the referee broke it up, later DiaVolo managed to hit (with a rope rebound) a Snap Scoopslam Powerslam Pin, which again Ross was nearly caught with, at one stage, Ross was hunched over the corner, DiaVolo was going to hit a Back Superplex but Ross throw his back boot out, kicking DiaVolo ridiculously hard in the gut, DiaVolo stumbled out to the middle of the ring, when out of nowhere Ross hit The Fifth Freedom, that was it. 1. 2. Thr-Or not, the crowd marked the fuck out when DiaVolo kicked out of the Fifth Freedom and you could tell Ross was pissed off.
DiaVolo managed to resecure his advantage after a massive Fireman’s Carry Backbreaker which despite the weight disadvantage he managed to pull-off, things were really going his way when he hit a Half-Nelson Suplex, Ross tried to come back with a Battery Spinebuster but DiaVolo managed to counter it into a DDT, the crowd were behind him and DiaVolo was just about ready to finish it… he climbed the top-rope, he played to the crowd as Ross climbed to his feet, a huge flying crossbody but no, Ross countered, he then immediately hooked the head and hit a vicious XG K9, which shook the ring to the core, Ross rolled DiaVolo over and pinned him with his legs up on the ropes, one, two, three, Ross had won it… but for Ross & DiaVolo… the night was not over…
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