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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 14:38:32 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown 6th September 2007
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------------------
Ricky Falcon vs. DiaVolo
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EOTR '07 Round 1 Match Andrew Williams vs. Jay Zero
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Atomic Kitsune vs. Scott Andrews
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EOTR '07 Round 1 Match Jonny Hughes vs. Hunter
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Starkweather vs. Jake Cheng
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The Senator vs. Thunderkiss
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:52:46 GMT -5
You'd think that, knowing me, I'd start this off with some over-the-top, lengthy, pretentious segment involving my posting of this show as a one-off thing. Alas, no such luck. However...
Durden and Vortex are gone, Hurrah! Hurrah!
No more complaining or lyrics, Hurrah! Hurrah!
Unless someone (*cough*Hitman*cough*) posts lyrics anyway, Anti-Hurrah! Anti-Hurrah!
And there might be someone who complains, Anti-Hurrah! Anti-Hurrah!
In which case, we'll kill them, Hurrah! Hurrah!
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:53:20 GMT -5
Segment: The Night of Adjectives. (Credit: Jay Zero) We waste no time here tonight on another special edition of Thursday Night Meltdown. We find ourselves backstage when the scene fades in, finding Jay Zero walking with a purpose here tonight. He has a nice big smile on his face as he finds exactly who he was looking for. [/center] Zero: Hey—you! Anderson! Getoverhere! [/color] The camera pans to find a surprised Kevin Anderson being yanked over by the collar. Jay pulls him over and points him in the direction of the camera. [/center] Kevin: Wait, what’s? Zero: C’mon! Interview me! [/color] Kevin: Wha-but! I’m totally not prepared! Zero: This is your job, Kevin! Just interview me! Aaaaand, GO! [/color] Kevin: Well, um…uhh…Well, Jay. I…I don’t have any questions prepared… Jay stares at Kevin and rolls his eyes. [/center] Zero: *Sigh* Improvise….[/color] Kevin: Oh…Oh, okay! Well, umm. Jay! Tonight you square off with Andrew Williams in your first round match of— Zero: Ah yes! Emperor of the Ring! After tonight’s total embarrassing bout when Andrew faces Death by Zero, I shall go on! I shall go on to dominate the winner of tonight’s BATTLE between Sir Jonnath Hughes and the worthless, boring, lifeless dud representing the Senatorial Un-Stable, Hunter! Then whoever it may be, whether it be Yoko, Rena, XS3, and anonymous! JAY ZERO WILL GO ON AND DOMINATE!
You see, Kevin! It doesn’t matter who they throw at me! No matter the odds stacked against me! I will overcome them! I mean, just look at me Kevin!
I’m the marvelous, amazing, astonishing, breathtaking, extraordinary, miraculous, stunning, hot, provocative, strapping young man who goes by the name; Jay Zero! Nobody…and…I. Mean. Nobody! Is going to throw me off my throne! [/color] Kevin: What makes you so su— Zero: How do I know this Kevin? Because you thought I was impressive before? HM?! Well think again, Kev! [/color] Kevin: I…I don’t understand… Zero: Oh of course you don’t. Ladies and gentlemen! Kevin! Please allow me to introduce my NEW personal assistant! [/color] He signals somebody and Kevin looks over, with a “ ” look upon his face. [/center] Zero: Welcome! STAN THE CAMERA MAN! [/color] Stan jumps out onto the scene. [/center] Stan: Ta-DAAA! Zero: Hahaha! [/color] Kevin: You? You hired….Stan?! Stan: OH! He SURE DID!Zero: And Stan here won’t just be my camera man! Oh no! Listen up ACW, and listen good! Zero here’s got an extra set of eyes and ears now around here! Watch your backs, and watch your mouth! Close your doors and seal the vents ‘cause every thing you say can and WILL be used against you! Stan here’s my personal gossiper and he’s gonna give me ALL the goods on you people! [/color] Stan: Yeah! Like how Jake Cheng uses baking powder to get— Zero: Hey, hey, hey! Save it for later lil' buddy! So ACW, prepare yourselves, cause Zero just got a whole lot deadlier. [/color] He looks at Stan who is scratching his nose. [/center] Zero: Whether you like it….OR NOT! [/color] Jay pushes Kevin aside and walks off the scene, leaving Stan behind. About five seconds later Stan realizes Jay has walked off and he looks at Kevin and then speeds to catch up with him. Kevin looks at the two walking off as the scene fades. [/center]
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:53:59 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Coming Home Pt 2: Premature Assumptions (Credit: Scott)
I’d been staying at the Young’s place since the last Thursday Meltdown tapings. By now I’d gotten used to the place. The squeaky bedroom door, the dripping bathroom sink, the odour in the living room still smelled like their recently deceased dog, “Jasper”; but I was used to it. One thing I wasn’t used to, however, was the throbbing headaches I’d been having lately. I wasn’t quite sure what was causing them, and I’d already taken a few aspirin, which helped. Ah well, I guess I have more important things to worry about, such as beating Alicia Kitsune tonight.
I had already packed my duffle bag; boots, kick pads, tights, water bottle, sports tape…there was something missing…my pills.
I went to the bathroom and grabbed them out of the cabinet and as I closed it, I saw Jessie standing in the doorway. She startled me.[/color]
Scott: Whoa! You scared me, Jess! Don’t sneak up on me like that, haha.
Jessie doesn’t seem amused.[/color]
Jessie: What are those?
I put the pills quickly into my bag.[/color]
Scott: Nothing…
She grabs my arm and pulls it out of the bag. Her concerned and angry demeanor changes as she soon realises that my pills are multi-vitamin tablets.[/color]
Jessie: I’m sorry…I thought…
Scott: You thought they were what?
Jessie: Well, I didn’t truly think you’d take any, but with all the recent goings on with steroid use and - - -
Scott: Wait…you thought I was taking steroids?
Jessie: It could explain your temper? It was only a concern…I don’t want you to have an early grave that’s all.
Jessie always did have the best intentions with everything she did.[/color]
Scott: Look, I wouldn’t take steroids because I know the consequences, and it would make my outbursts worse... I’ve gotta go, Jessie, I’ll see you when I get home.
I kissed her on the forehead and headed out of the bathroom and out the front door into my car. I was going to be late. Damn.[/color]
FADE OUT
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:55:32 GMT -5
Segment: Another One on the List (Credit: Ricky Falcon)
The scene opens backstage in ACW. Kevin Anderson is standing with a microphone in his hand ready to introduce his guest for this time.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, the ACW Entertainment Champion, Ricky Falcon!
A mixed reaction is heard as Ricky steps next to Kevin. He is in his normal ring attire with the Entertainment Championship strapped around his waist. Yet tonight, Ricky doesn't have his normal cocky smirk but rather a more serious look.
Kevin: Now Ricky, you have impressed most of us here in ACW by beating Jay Zero in a Barbed Wire Ropes match and Jonny Spade at Heatwave. But you lost your Emperor of the Ring round 1 match against Adrian Flamingo. Has all this excitement made you lose your focus?
Ricky: What? What kind of crap is that? I let Flamingo win that match. He can go on and win the thing for all I care, I already have gold around my waist. And no, I haven't lost my focus because tonight I am going to beat DiaVolo one, two, three. Now if you don't mind moving your ugly ass self away from the camera I can say a few words.
Kevin shrugs, expecting Ricky to say something like that. Ricky then waves him off before looking back at the camera.
Ricky: Ever since I have won the Entertainment Title people have been calling it a fluke. That I got lucky. That I would lose it in a few weeks. But I became the first person to not lose this title in the month of August. I have beaten Jay Zero in a match that he thought he had an easy win against me in. But no, I beat him, no, I brutalized him. Beat him within an inch of his life. Still, I was called, a "Joke Champion." Then came along Spade, thinking he would win this title once again. But no, I beat him to.
Ricky: Now, DiaVolo, your in the big leagues now man. And I hate to break it to you, but your going to be another win on my list. Cause that "loss" Monday was nothing. RICKY FALCON IS BACK ON TOP BABY WOOOOO!!
Ricky then goes walking off leaving nothing but a blank screen.
Fade to Black.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:56:20 GMT -5
Match 1: Ricky Falco VS DiaVolo (Credit: Lambert)
The Atmosphere was great in the opening contest of this week’s show, DiaVolo who last week suffered a nasty lost plus a post match beat down, verses the Entertainment Champion, Ricky Falco, this match was pretty friggin’ sweet, for a start, Ricky Falco got massive heat on his entrance, plus DiaVolo got a huge pop too, possibly the biggest of his career, in this match, Falco took the early lead with a tonne of headlocks and mat wrestling, after a side headlock takedown, Falco started to head up for mounted punches and harshness like that, but DiaVolo managed to hold his ground and come up with repeated counters for all situations, when the match got serious.
Falco hit an Implant DDT for a one count but that was worthless, back to mat wrestling and DiaVolo was starting to outwrestle Falco which got the crowd marking. Falco appeared to be backed into a corner but threw a stiff kick to DiaVolo’s gut helping him get back the advantage, followed immediately by a Vertical Suplex followed by a massive knee to the face. Falco was starting to rack up an offence by another side headlock take down and repeated punches to the face, Falco whipped DiaVolo off of the ropes but DiaVolo returned with his own Speedy Powerslam Pin, netting a 2 count. This got Falco pretty mad and he started delving into Brawler Style with repeated Elbows and Knees, a sharp knee that he delivered halfway through could knock out the James Bond Villian, Oddjob if delivered to the temple it looked so painful.
This knee attack managed to score Falco another two count, DiaVolo started out wrestling Falco again and this got the crowd going, DiaVolo was also taking moments to rally fans with taunting, DiaVolo really managed to score points with the crowd when he went top rope for a Hurricanrana, netting him a 2.9, towards the end of the match, Falco got visibly madder and madder. The crowd marked out for the Bowlin’ Leg Drop, which DiaVolo made look friggin’ sweet, when he hit the Pancake Driver there was visible cringing in the crowd too, it really did cause Hell with DiaV’s game.
DiaV managed to take things back his way with an epic Release Dragon Suplex out of the ring from the apron, things started to get pretty nasty from this point, with DiaV realizing that a win over the Entertainment Champion could net him a shot at the belt. DiaV got his head mashed into the steel steps a few times which got the crowd booing, back in the ring for the final act was when Ricky hit the Athletic Death Drop and netted another 2 count which pissed him off to the max, the end of the match came when Ricky hoisted up DiaV for the Falcon’s Fury but by some skills, DiaV slided off the back and nailed the Total Eclipse, followed by the Sunset Driver for pure mark outage, 123, DiaVolo picked up the win against the Entertainment Champ leaving fans wondering where DiaV future lies. Winner: DiaVolo.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:57:16 GMT -5
Segment: Hello, baby... remember me? Credit: Unknown
Why wouldn't someone want to dwell in the past? Why not. It's something familiar and something that people would never forget. So many questions unanswered. Too many to not forget. Why not now? Why not here.
Our scene connects to shy cardboard cut out of Yoko Satoshi, sitting in a comfortable chair. The cardboard's expression shows a dreaming Satoshi with her slender neck pulled just right, looking just delicious enough to suck off of and have it tasting like nectar. Her school girl skirt slightly slips up past her knee while cross legged. Those lips lightly frosted with a sweet lick bringing in a shimmer of seduction. Lightly blushing, Whispers past the ears of Yoko Satoshi. She perks a little as she drifts slowly into a deep slumber.
"You will be mine sometime... it probably wasn't earlier but it must be now. Years have past and I still am not satisfied ... it's to a point where I just fucking want you. I just want to get you so fucking w-"
A slight change in the cardboard Yoko Satoshi as teeth are shown, gritting as an uncomfortable look. An angry Satoshi is shown.
"Oh, are you not at ease, Ms. Satoshi? Maybe we should try something more ... pleasurable."
Wicked laughs shout out at the cardboard cut out. The room seemed to grow smaller and claustrophobic to make those breathe deeply.
"No one ever saw it coming. No one ever thought it could happen again. Remember the days when the only thing you would want to jump out of your seat because you marked out for that special wrestler that would end up in debates with your best friend? Remember talking about how AWESOME that pay per view was and it couldn't have been better? Remember when being a lesbian ... were new and oh SO exciting ... remember-"
Thoughts of Yoko Satoshi run through those of a wicked mind. The idea of Yoko Satoshi sitting down, clenching her chest, drove the mind into a new escape and ecstasy. The feeling of her heart pounding furiously as if Yoko were awaken by a horrible dream. The heavy laughs came louder as a vision of Yoko closing her eyes, breathing heavily. So heavily, she is clinging to breathe at a normal rate.
"Shit ... you are so fucking georgous."
Another vision of Yoko slouches a bit, rubbing her forehead. Her vision blurs as the room lightly dims in and out, she notices a figure right in front of her.
"Hello, baby... remember me?"
Quickly, the cardboard Yoko is pulled out of the chair. A pair of hands cover the eyes of Ms. Satoshi. In and out of a craze, the hands begin to feel as if the cardboard Yoko were real. The feeling of warmth is around her body with the aromas of sweet sensations and pure sex sweat surround the atmosphere. The fingers pierce through Yoko's eyes and a tongue is pushes through the mouth. Upon the eyes show through dark, cold stares while a wicked smile goes through the mouth. A tongue flickers through the lips of Yoko Satoshi. Psycho? Definately. Another lover? Or just maybe old acquaintances ... to be continued.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:58:23 GMT -5
Segment: Infiltration! (Credit: Entourage / Senatorial Stable)
[It's been a long evening at the Senatorial Stable tryouts. The three remaining members have seen few people, but they nonetheless have a hell of a joint headache, and there's no one that would be worth considering. The Senator is deep in thought, going over what he has seen and what is yet to come. Hunter is rubbing his head in pain as if he had a headache and just wants to leave. Finally, FSX has both feet up on the table, staring directly into the fluorescent lights. laughing about something to himself ...]
Hunter: This has been the biggest clusterfuck I have EVER seen.
The Senator: You think you want to be here any more than I do? This had better be worth it, so far, this bunch of fools has not impressed me very much.
FSX: Hmmn...? Bunch? Like..the Brady Bunch? You know, I bet we could get them to try out! It'd be fun! What do you say?
The Senator: No. We seem have a group consisting of three men that would not try out separately, only together as a package deal, so to say. Apparently they are part of a well known wrestling family in Mexico.
FSX: Ohh? There here legally and all, right? Well, I guess a little Diversity never hurt anyone.
The Senator *stroking chin*: Diversity, pff. Talent is talent. Kinda strange though, I have never heard of them...and I am well versed on lucha libre.
Hunter: Just send the border jumpers in!
[The Senator signals for Rena to open the door after a momentary glare at Hunter. She ushers in three men dressed in golden outfits all wearing the same golden mask - almost as if they were all cousins of the famous "conquistadors." As they stand side by side you can easily tell them apart. One is a very big man, the other is a very tall man, and the last is a very tiny man.]
The Senator: Welcome.
El Kisso: Bueno! I am El Kiss and these is mi familia...El Exo & El Zeo!
["El Kisso" points motions to his left where his "brothers" stand.]
El Exo & El Zeo: Hola!
The Senator: Well...something is vaguely fishy here, but despite my better judgment, I shall continue.
[The Senator pulls out piece of paper that has some of his notes scribbled upon it and picks out just the right question.]
The Senator: We are looking for only the best, well rounded wrestlers. How would you describe your wrestling style?
El Kisso: Well mi amigo, I'd say I'm pretty flippy and know mucha el tiny man moves.
[The Senator's eyes examine "El Kisso's" huge 350 plus pound frame and sarcastically responds with a simple...]
The Senator: (under his breath) In your dreams... Is that really true? I quite frankly find it difficult to see someone of your frame posessing the capabilities to pull off even the basic moves of the style
El Kisso *nodding head*: Si.
The Senator: Can you demonstrate anything for us today?
El Kisso: No.
Then Senator: And why not?
El Kisso: Too many burritos mi amigo. Very gassy today.
[The Senator just shakes his head and looks over at Hunter in an effort to let him know its his turn.]
Hunter: Oh, what, me? Okay. Simple question: realizing full well that I am the rightful and only leader of the Senatorial Stable, would you followed my orders regardless of how insane or crass you may think they are?
El Exo: ORALE! HEY! MIJO! EL EXO TAKES ORDERS FROM NO ONE ESSE! YOUR EGO IS LIKE THE LEGEND OF CHUPACABRA AMIGO! EL EXO WALKS ALONE LIKE THE BULLS FROM PAMPLONA! ANDELE ANDELE ANDELE YEEPAH YEEPAH YEEEEEPAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[An awkward pause takes place in the whole room before FSX decides to take over.]
FSX: ...So much for diversity. Everyone does like a good dose of Stereotypes though! They always sell well! So...El...Zeo? Do you believe in Aliens? You know, I mean the outer space kind, not the..well..you guys..kind.
El Zeo: Aliens?! Aliens?!? I come here looking for lucha libre y to join-o the Senate Groupah! Y tĂș asking me about alienes?! Por favor, amigo! In front of you stands ze greatest man to ever hit el deporte de lucha libre! Yo soy the magnifico, Zeo!
FSX: ...uh...umm, I assume you said yes! Good for you!
El Zeo: Oh and uh, you know, FSXuh, being the loudest kid on the short bus is NOT something to be proud of, amigo! Hah hah!
FSX: Really? Odd...you seem quite proud of it.
[Huter is heard snickering in the background, before Senator takes a good look at El Zeo]
The Senator: El Zeo, do you consider yourself a team player? I find this to be just as valuable as raw talent.
El Zeo: Jugadore de equipo?! Oh, Meester Senatorale, I see myself even more than joost a team playah! I-uhh, I-uh mean, just look-ah at me! I AM El Equipo! Oh, by the way Sir Senatorale! I once heard from a wise European merchant that things get better with age! Heh! By ze looks of it, jOO're just about approaching magnificent! Hah hah hah!
[Senator sighs as FSX takes over, staring at El Exo.]
FSX: El Exo, you seem to clearly be the most homoerotic member of your troupe, so I ask you this hoping for the best. Do you find me..sexy? It's perfectly fine if you do. Just don't act on it. Ever.
El Exo: MIJO, IF ANYTHING, YOUR FACE IS A DISGRACE TO THE LEGEND OF CHUPACABRA! ANDELE ANDE--
Hunter: ...WE GOT IT THE FIRST TIME.
[El Exo nods to Hunter before randomly doing a Julio Rivera-influenced tap dance and backing off.]
Hunter: Now then...Kisso...what do you think about Thunderkiss, whom we consider to be one of our greatest enemies?
El Kisso: I think he should be el champion of the world-o!
Hunter: Really? Well that makes one of us.
El Kisso: ALRIGHT CRACKERJACK, THAT'S THE LAST TIME YOU INSULT -
[And then it hits him. He let Hunter get under his skin long enough to lose control - and with that - the game comes to an end.]
El Kisso: Awww, SHIT!
Hunter: Honestly, are you THIS stupid?
[From behind the Entourage hears the door lock, courtesy of Rena. As soon as they realize they are locked in, their attention turns toward the Stable, who are now rising out of their seats and folding up their chairs to use as weapons. They say he's the leader - he'd rather not think like that, but right now at this very moment he must become one. Thunderkiss is in charge of his troops and it's his goal to get them all out safely! A plan goes into motion within his mind and it time to put it into action...]
Thunderkiss: So be it! GENTLEMEN...THE GIG IS UP! X...SMOKEBOMB NOW!
[XS3 reaches inside his trunks and pulls out a smoke bomb! He smacks it into the ground and it goes off...filling the room with smoke! The Stable quickly loses sight of the ‘Raj, who are well on their way to the next part of their escape plan!]
Hunter, FSX & The Senator: *coughing*
Zero: *screaming*: TK...THE DOOR!
[It's clobbering time! TK drops his shoulder and LOWERS THE BOOM! The door goes busting off its hinges and knocks Rena down in the process. As all three men follow each other's shadow's out of the room - where they meet up with Dan White & Jason Freeman on the outside.]
Dan White: ...the Hell?! What's going on?! Why'd you borrow my smokebomb, anyway?
XS3: No time to explain! Let's get the fuck out of here!
Zero: Run!
[As XS3 and Zero dart down the hallway, Thunderkiss quickly turns back around and examines the outside wall of the room. It has been spray painted up with such phrases as "Stable SUX," "The Manhole, This Way –>," and "'RAJ, Where the Power Lies!" Thunderkiss looks over at Dan with a pleased look on his face.]
Thunderkiss: Good job Danny!
Freeman: TK! What happened in there?!
Thunderkiss: Not now Freeman!
[TK leans into the door way and screams out his parting message...]
Thunderkiss *screaming*: SUCK ON THAT, OLD MAN!
[Angry voices can be heard coming from the smoke, rapidly approaching the door.]
Thunderkiss: Let's go guys - Gogogogogogogogogo!
[And with that, Thunderkiss takes off running in the same direction as Zero & XS3 with Dan and Freeman shortly behind! Meanwhile back in the Senatorial Office...]
Hunter: ...where the fuck did they get a smoke bomb?
FSX: Well it's actually quite cheap in---
Hunter: Rhetorical question for dramatic effect.
[FSX pauses for a second and blinks.]
FSX: You should really stop doing those.
Hunter: I'd rather die.
FSX: Well, you already did once. Remember?
[Hunter blinks simply.]
Hunter: Fuck off.
[The Senator emerges from the smoke, coughing and waving in front of his face.]
Senator: Those blasted fools, they are worse than the Capitalists, when it comes to juvenile pranks and general ruffianism! I have half a mind to find a way to have them arrested on general principle...or at least audited! You know what kind of a pain that is? In any case, I do believe that I have a prime opportunity to teach the HGH headed beast himself, later on, here.
Hunter: Good plan. I'll take care of the other two...bah, fuck it, I've taken care of them plenty enough.
FSX: Not Zero.
Hunter: Well I'll fight him after I beat Hughes later tonight.
FSX: Well, I suppose that answers--
Hunter: You're goddamn right I am.
FSX: What? I didn't say--
Hunter: I'm the greatest!
FSX: Alright, but is that really releva--
Hunter: Fuck, now isn't the time!
FSX: Right...
Senator: Now then, gentlemen...
Hunter: Yeah, I know. We can clean up later. I don't know about you boys, but I'm done with this shit for the night.
[And with that, Hunter simply leaves through the broken door, not bothering to stop and help Rena to her feet. As the latter does so, she also dusts herself off, and with a simple huff, leaves FSX and the Senator by themselves in the room. The two look at each other, but the only action that is displayed by either of them is a simple shrug from FSX. They've seen odder things. They've done odder things. They've tasted odder things. This is nothing.
Fade Out]
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 15:59:14 GMT -5
Segment: Home Time… Yay! (OTA) (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Date: Tuesday September 4th 2007 Time: 6:45 pm
Noise. There are all types of noise that we know of. Loud noise, soft noise or even no noise at all; however though in this situation there is noise, A LOT of noise, that can be heard otherwise that wouldn’t be a good thing for those in this building.
The building is an airport. Jonny is there getting his plane ride home to be able to see his family. Although not seen on tv, Jonny’s pal Damien is there as he was his ride to the airport.
With a duffle bag in hand, and one in Damien’s too they goes on the small but challenging quest of everyone’s worst nightmare of trying to find the terminal that his airplane is at.
Damien: E…F…G…
Jonny: Geeze this is going to take forever.
Damien: What terminal is your plane at?
Jonny: I have Terminal K.
Damien: Holy Shit. There’s 11 terminals at this place?
Jonny: Probably even more. Maybe there’s some for the whole alphabet.
After a few more minutes of walking and casually talking about how big the airport is they finally get to Terminal K.
Jonny: FINALLY WERE HERE! ….AW SHIT!
Damien: What is it man?
Jonny: Look!
Damien looks up and sees that now that terminal K is subdivided into numbers.
Damien: Wow. This is like some super airport with like everything included in it.
Jonny: But…this doesn’t make any sense, I didn’t see…..
Jonny quickly looks over his plane ticket.
Jonny: …any sub terminal….aw damnit there it is.
Damien: What terminal is it now?
Jonny: K-11. We’re terminal K-11.
Damien: Well its not SO bad. Looks like each side increases by two.
Jonny: Well it looks like we need to start walking.
Just as they begin to start to walk to the terminal a mother and what appears to be her son begin to make their way over to Jonny and Damien. Jonny notices this but tries to avoid it as much as possible so he can make it to the terminal as quickly as possible.
??: EXCUSE ME.
Jonny continues to walk with fingers crossed.
??: Mr. Spade?!
Jonny sighs to himself quickly as he turns around to face the mother and son duo.
Jonny: Hmm? Yes?
The mom gives her son a little nudge as to give him his cue.
Son: Excuse me Mr. Spade would it be so much trouble as to get an autograph? I am a big fan of yours.
Jonny gives a quick look to his watch. The time shows three hairs past the beauty mark. At that moment Jonny forgets that he wasn’t wearing a watch and checks Damien’s to see what the time is. His says 7:15pm. He has 45 minutes until his plane is set to take off. Decisions, decisions
Jonny: …Yeah sure. As long as you’re the only one.
Jonny lets out a little chuckle as he motions for the paper and pen to sign his autograph. Once done he gives it back and pats the boy on his head as they turn and walk off. Jonny then turns and makes his way back to his terminal.
However as luck would have it, just as he turns around he appears to be at K-11, which puts a smile on his face. He says his goodbyes to Damien and then boards his plane.
End.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:00:34 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Williams vs. Jay Zero - EOTR '07 Round 1 Match (Credit: Hunter)
Well, well, well. Here we are yet again. Now the ultimate question must be asked...will I waste a paragraph due to extreme apathy in regards to writing a match...or will I write said match? The answer is...*BAM*! Williams is knocked down by a clothesline from Zero, and Zero instantly leaps into the air for a knee drop...but Williams rolls out of the way, kips up, and grabs Zero for an arm drag/armbar combo, which nails perfectly (amidst cries of "ARMBAR!" from the crowd, of course). Zero rolls out of the move rather quickly, and then hops up and gets to work on Williams with a variety of strikes. He finishes this series off by throwing Williams down with quick hip toss and locking in the Mexican surfboard stretch. Williams struggles in it for a few moments, but is able to throw his weight off slightly, forcing Zero to drop him straight down onto himself.
Their exchange slowed down slightly after this, but after a few minutes, they were right back in each other's faces with a plethora of forceful attacks. Zero led the charge with a three jab combo/knee to gut combination, followed by the Head Butt. He covered quickly, but Williams was able to throw him off. Williams rolled up and let loose repeated strikes to the left knee/thigh, and then followed this up with some knife edge chops. He then threw out various forearm strikes, until Zero was forced to fall back from the vast array of strikes. While Zero was on the ground, Williams locked him into the Dragon Sleeper, but Zero was held in this move for a short time, as he was able to get to his feet, run to the nearby ropes, and hop off, pushing himself into Williams. Both men rose, but Williams got the advantage following the Hangetsu...but it did not procure a three count for him.
Both men slowly rose after this spot, taking deep breaths and quickly thinking up their next moves. Zero was the first person to be able to actually go through with his planned move, as he lifted Williams up and quickly nailed the Crucifixion out of nowhere. He covered...but Williams JUST kicked out! Zero lifted him up and attempted the Blinded Faith, but Williams elbowed him in the face, and then kicked him in the gut and the left knee very quickly, and then ran at the ropes and came back with a shining Yakuza Kick! Instead of attempting for the pinfall, however, Williams sets Zero up for the Kaito Knee Strike. Just as he charges at Zero, however, Zero throws himself back, ducking the move. He then quickly kips up and throws a kick at Williams, but Williams catches it and kicks Zero in the gut. He then puts him between his legs for the Tiger Bomb, lifts him up for said move...but Zero elbows him in the head, drops to his feet, and lifts Williams up and nails him with the Zero Darkness! He quickly covers, and it is no surprise that after this attack, Williams is unable to stop the pinfall...nor is he able to stop Zero's advancement in the tournament.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:01:27 GMT -5
Segment: I just pound the keyboard and magic happens (Credit: Hitman)
Siiiiiigh.
That was the only thing I could do to keep myself in check, both physically and mentally. Something inside my mind kept nagging at me to back out from this match that I had on Monday. There was nothing I could do to silence that constant voice; all I could do was breathe and focus on the task at hand: defeating Rena Matheson and ending the so-called legendary winning streak of Yoko Satoshi.
I remember when she got me twice last year, teaming with her lesbian partner at the time, Sarin Rossi. Ah, how simple it seemed to me to have fantasies about winning the ACW Tag Team Championship and hold tag team gold for the first time in my career. It seemed like anyone could beat Yoko at the time, right?
Well, not exactly. The first time I challenged for those belts, my half-brother Punished Fox fell victim to Sarin Rossi, ultimately getting my ACW in-ring career off to a shaky start. The next time our paths crossed, I teamed with Alicia Kitsune's cat… and still dropped the ball to Yoko. It wasn't the cat that got to me; it was the sense of betrayal from having my supposed partner walk out on me after calling for the match to happen. Was he afraid of Yoko or did he just put me up to the test? I never knew who he was and will most likely never know.
But this time, there was no lesbian to make out with Yoko after the match. There was no partner to look out for during the match. It would be just Yoko and I in the ring, face to face. It felt comforting to know that there was no one holding me back and bringing everything I had to offer. I knew there are people who were legitimately afraid of Yoko Satoshi. I was not. There would be nothing that stopped me from ending her winning streak.
Was this speaking from the side of an arrogant man? No. There is nothing wrong with being confident. Tonight, I was no one's sidekick. I did not need the stable to aid me in my quest of getting the people talking about me again. Yoko would be entering the ring with hopes of remaining undefeated… and I would walk out with the last laugh.
I sat on the couch in the Entourage locker room, still warming up for the match. I remained in my ring attire and a black Mudvayne t-shirt. My head slowly looked down at the ground, wondering if I were to ever receive a match. A knock on the door suddenly interrupted my train of thought, whatever it was. I slowly shook my head, wondering who had the gall to break my concentration. Wondering if it was someone important, I decided to stand up and open the door. Sure enough, it was just Charlotte King. To be honest, she was one of the last people I wanted to see but I shrugged, knowing I had to give my thoughts on… something.
Charlotte: "Um, XS3, I-I was just wondering if I could get an interview."
Yeah, what else is there for you to do? Then again, she wasn't one to brag or do stupid shit like proclaim herself 'the goddess of interviewing'. Plus, I do remember her being linked to Dan in the past so I guess she wasn't that bad of a person.
XS3: "Sure, but please, no questions about people like Fallen Souls. That hack is a thing of the past and I could care less if he decided to cut himself again."
Charlotte nodded nervously, like there was something eating at her ass.
XS3: "Hey, hey, hey, what's got you all riled up? Aren't you supposed to handle this in a professional manner?"
I looked down at her with a hint of annoyance. She returned my glance with one of pure worry.
Charlotte: "W-well, I didn't know if you wanted to be a-approachable after Heatwave…"
XS3: "Oh please, I go off on a tyrant at Heatwave and everyone assumes that I'm The Hulk or something. Yeah, heaven forbid I speak what's on my mind. But don't worry, I'm not here to Shadow Step your pretty little ass into next week. I'll give you an interview if that's what you want. Now settle down."
Uh oh, did I take it too far? Apparently not; she managed to take a deep breath and calm herself. The cameraman made his way over to us with the camera and she got her microphone, ready to conduct this interview.
Charlotte: "Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is XS3."
I could hear the crowd out in the arena; they weren't exactly praising me but I shrugged it off. Let the people think what they want to, I guess.
Charlotte: "XS3, you've been placed in a match on Monday against Rena Matheson. What are your thoughts?"
I looked into the camera and sighed; it's magic time, baby.
XS3: "Oh, you mean the Senatorial She-Devil? It just goes to show how desperate the Stable is for more members. They'll hire anyone on the spot and dear lord, do I mean ANYONE. They flopped miserably with Scott Andrews and Wyvern so who they go and hire in their stead? Rena. Yeah, great way to get the stable going again, guys. Why don't you hire Gooner and Tracy Finn while you're at it? After all, you guys already reeked of jobber so you might as well go ahead and more to your collection of misfits. Regardless, I will silence Rena and close an unfortunate chapter in the book of my career."
Charlotte nodded once more before she took another inhale and asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
Charlotte: "There is a strong possibility that if you defeat Rena, you will then have a second round match against Yoko Satoshi. Are you intent on ending her streak?"
Like the segment title says, I just pound the keyboard and magic happens.
XS3: "Well Charlotte, you're not stupid. You know that Yoko has been on a crushing streak that's lasted for miles long. Yeah, I can see where someone would be afraid of a five-foot schoolgirl. Please, people want to think her streak is going to be unstoppable? Well, let the commoners believe what they want to but I refuse to accept Yoko as some sort of monster. She beat me twice last year but that's fine. I moved on, I got over it. The thing that got me the most about Yoko, though, is that she's always been hyped to the moon. Simple as that, Charlotte; It's never about "Who's the world champion?" It's always about Yoko Satoshi, the killing machine from Japan. But COME ON. Even you know that nothing good lasts forever. Allow me to explain. You see, she fucked up two title reigns because of a lesbian then what does she do? She breaks her nose and runs away with her love partner at her side. Then what happens? She comes back and gets cheated on. It couldn't have happened to a better person, in my opinion. Yoko needed to wake up and realize that everything she had would come crashing down on her. Now she has chosen to hide her past by aligning with the Circus Freaks. Heh, big help they will be. Not even the Amazing Emo Brothers or The Human Kudo-ball can stop me from ending Yoko's undefeated streak. So many people have tried to end it. Some people have come close. But in the end, they failed. They ran away with their tails between their legs. I won't. I refuse to just stand around and watch that title hog steal the show. Failure is NOT an option. And hey, maybe after her crushing loss, she can finally get your career going again. Maybe Yoko can get a personality and win the Entertainment title."
Those words were all I needed to speak about Yoko Satoshi. I'd let my actions do the talking later for our encounter. Charlotte pulled back the mic and issued another question.
Charlotte: "Are you concerned that any potential guesses of the upcoming challengers in Emperor Of The Ring tournament are going to affect your performance on Monday?"
She placed the microphone to my mouth and I was ready to speak my mind once more.
XS3: "Ah, the good ol' EOTR tournament. It's always going to be remembered for its curse, isn't it? You know, like when Jack Fury and Davey Marvel won only to go fuck themselves over in terms of their career? Oh wait, you wouldn't remember because they haven't done anything special. But you know something? This whole 'curse' thing isn't going to affect me at all. Do you know why? Because I shun these pathetic mind games and live for the thrill of it all. There will be many challengers in this tournament. And one by one, I will fight like a caged pitbull and win this tournament… just to prove these superstitious morons wrong."
And just like that, I was done. Charlotte pulled the microphone back towards her and nodded.
Charlotte: "You heard it, folks; strong words from XS3 tonight. Well, thank you for your time."
XS3: "Meh, whatever puts food on your table. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to being outside of the ring… just like I've been doing for the past few weeks now."
Before she could even respond, I stepped backwards into the locker room and gently shut the door. With another interview behind me, I was finally free to get back on the task at hand: winning the EOTR tournament. All I wanted was some alone time; some much needed time away from reality was required if I were to defeat the foes I were to face. All I could do was sit back down on the couch and dip my head back, contemplating my future after Monday.
Would I be victorious?
It was going to have to be a "Yes" or a "No."
And I personally hoped for the former.
Fade out.
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:02:21 GMT -5
Segment: Interruptions Of The Sexual Kind (Credit: Scott)
Scott Andrews recent Draw against Rattlesnake was nothing he wanted. He wanted to win, but to draw against such a great opponent was nothing to scoff at either. Tonight, he didn’t face a 6’8” monster, nor an average joe; tonight he was pitted against a former rival in Alicia Kitsune. Agile, smart, and knowledgeable, she was a formidable opponent. Most would blow her off as “just a woman” who wasn’t worthy of working in the ring, but anyone who’d seen her work knew different; and so did Scott.
He arrived with his duffle bag and begun getting dressed in his very own locker room. No flash oak coffee table, no huge television, just a plain old dressing room.
Scott: Well this is a change…
He continued to empty his bag, pulling out his boots and pads. The vigilant superstar was ready to really start this new journey alone; he’d been craving this opportunity for a long time. He slips on his first boot and begins tying the laces when a female, teenage Scott Andrews fan bursts through the door. Scott stands immediately following the banging of doors and turns to see the excited fan standing with pad and pen in hand, as well as a camera around her neck. He raises one eyebrow, baffled at how anyone could let this girl through security. She wasn’t bad looking either.
Fan: Oh my God! Scott, you are so hot! Can I get your autograph?!
Scott: Umm…ok, but you have to get out of my locker room. You shouldn’t be in here.
She replies in a very sexual tone.
Fan: I’ll do whatever you tell me to do Scottie…
Scott: Ok, yeah, that makes me feel uncomfortable…so here’s your autograph.
He passes back here piece of paper and turns around, allowing her to leave. He waits a few moments, continuing to tie his boot laces, but when he doesn’t hear the door open nor close he stands and turns around and low and behold she is still standing right in the same spot.
Scott: You’ve got what you wanted, now leave, please, I have to get ready. You’re lucky I haven’t already called security.
Fan: Can I at least get a photo with you?!
Scott: If it gets you the hell out of here then sure, why not?
The fan squeals which makes Scott’s face shrivel up as if nails hit a chalkboard, but he goes along with the fans request. She wraps her arm around Scott as he dons a fake smile and pulls the peace sign. The flash goes off and bada-bing; photo done!
Or so Scott thought.
She doesn’t remove her arm, and instead places her hand on Scott’s ass. He jumps and turns around as she only continues to smile, putting her finger on her lip in a playful act of seduction.
Scott: OK! You’re really hot, but I have a girlfriend and I don’t think it would be a appropriate for this to go any further…
Fan: But I can do things your girlfriend can’t…
Scott: Can you cook up a mean Spag-Bol?
Fan: Well…no…
Scott: Then get out…Go on! Get!
Fan: But I wanna stay here with you, Scottie…
Scott: Get the hell out of my dressing room! GOD DAMN IT!
Scott grabs her by the shirt and drags her to the door. He opens it and turns her to face outwards before lightly shoving her just far enough so he could shut the door rapidly, creating a loud bang as he does so.
Scott: Damn broad…ruined my concentration! I gotta get into wrestling mode if I’m gonna beat Alicia tonight...I need a lock on this door.
He goes back to what he was trying to get done in tying his boots as the camera fades out.
FADE OUT
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:02:59 GMT -5
Segment: We Can’t Send in Segments Early Worth a Damn (Credit: Zero / Jake, Hunter for the title) We fade into the scene and find Stan walking alongside Jay Zero with his camera on his shoulder. The two are already in mid conversation with one another. [/center] Zero: Wait, so you’re telling me that BK London would SERIOUSLY do that before a match? [/color] Stan: No lie, I swear! He said it gave him a little extra “uumph!” Zero: Wow…..I will never look at him the same way again. [/color] Stan: Tell me about it! Zero: Okay, so what other good’s you got for me? [/color] Stan: Hm, whatcha wanna know? Zero: Give me the scoop on uhh….Oh! Um, FSX! [/color] Stan: Mentally retarded… Jay pauses in awe. [/center] Zero: Huh…..No kidding.. Oh, look at this! [/color] Stan: What? Jay points slightly to his right as the camera pans over to find an irate Jake Cheng storming towards the two. [/center] Stan: Uh-oh.. Immediately, Stan finds a good angle and turns the camera on. [/center] Zero: Take a good look, Stan! Take a good look at that sorry, pathetic, hopeless loser! You won’t be having to see much of that chink any more! Hah Hah! [/color] Jake: STAAAAAAN! Stan: Uh….oh! We change to Stan’s cameras point of view to find an angry Jake Cheng coming straight towards Stan. [/center] Jake: I fire you and you immediately crawl to…to..to, THIS?!? He’s pointing at Jay Zero who has a wide grin on his face. [/center] Zero: Oh it’s more than you could ever even DREAM of, Chong! [/color] Jake: It’s Cheng! Stan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! Stan: Just like you said! Moving on! You get to focus on your winning record, and I get to focus on my camera and handy man duties! Jay steps in now, looking to help out his new assistant. [/center] Zero: Hey, Ching, what do you even care anyways? [/color] Jake shoots his eyes over. [/center] Jake: Stay out of this. Zero: Why SHOULD I? Hm? Didn’t you just fire Stan in order to pursue a better career? [/color] Stan: YEAH! Zero: You let him for the wolves, Chang, what do you care what he does now?! [/color] Stan: YEAH! Zero: I mean, you aren’t….regretting firing him are you? [/color] Jake Cheng adjusts the Light Heavyweight Title that is around his waist and stays quiet, looking back over at Stan. [/center] Zero: Oh…Oh, what is it, Chung? Is that title too tight for you? Hm? Can’t breath? Here, hand the title over to me; surely it’ll fit the waist of a true Light Heavyweight Champion! [/color] Jake: Oh pipe down you arrogant, egomaniac! Look, Stan. I just came to say congrats. Okay? It’s great you’ve found work already. But if you’re just going to go around blabbing my secrets to people, I won’t second guess it to request a Quadrinity Challenge against you! Zero: Oh, leave the man be, Ching! He’s just a poor camera man! If you wanna act all tough and strong, how about you face ME one on one, in a Zero Opportunity Challenge for that hunk of gold you got there around your waist! [/color] Jake looks back at Jay. [/center] Jake: Zero Opportunity? Zero: Yeah! 15 minutes in the ring with me! If you survive or win a fall over me in the ring, you keep that pretty little title of yours! However, if I beat you…you hand it over! [/color] Jake: You know what....I'll think about it. His eyes bulge out. [/center] Zero: Really? [/color] Jake: Yup......and now I'm done thinking about it. Later. Jake turns away from them, leaving them in his dust.Stan *Yelling*: Coward! Stan smiles as he turns his camera off and hikes it back up onto his shoulder. [/center] Zero: Ahh Stan, I think you’re right on that one. Afraid of a little challenge, Jack? Heh, well I see! I see! Whenever you change your mind, you know where to find me! [/color] Stan*Yelling*: Later asshole! The camera continues to show their faces as the scene fades out.
Fade Out [/center]
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:04:11 GMT -5
Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes Part 3. (Credit: Jonny Hughes) Warfare returns from commercial to a message.[centre] The following footage is an extract from an upcoming DVD release…[/center] These words slowly fade out and another message appears on the screen.ACW Presents….
Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes These words then fade out and we cut back to the same location that we’ve visited on two previous occasions, Hughes is still sat on the sofa in his casual attire and is taking a long drink from his bottle of mineral water. He calmly places the bottle on the table next to him and looks intently at someone behind the camera, presumably Kevin Anderson. We cut from this scene back to a black screen with a familiar message.Part Three: The First Stint The message slowly fades away and we return to the interview.Anderson: You’re a couple of weeks into your second stint in ACW. And you left your first stint in ACW rather abruptly, why did you leave? Hughes: I left ACW for a number of reasons, there were a lot of things that frustrated me during my first stint here. Anderson: Can you go into detail on these reasons? Hughes: One of the main concerns was money. I was only on a short term deal and I wasn’t getting paid a whole lot so when the contract extension talks opened I thought I was in a pretty strong position to get a raise. I was part of the Upper Echelon and I was in the middle of a good feud with Jonny Spade and I thought that ,with all the work I’d been putting in, I’d be getting a pay rise and a long contract but that wasn’t the case. I was told I’d be getting the same pay and that I’d be getting repackaged and I’d need to be off TV for a few months. Anderson: So is that the reason you left? Hughes: Well, not specifically, but that was one of the key reasons. I wasn’t happy with the gimmicks I was being given, I hated being Jonny Omega because the character was so far from how I am in real life that it was difficult for me to play that guy. And then I was given an Italian gimmick which was a waste of time, I’m clearly not Italian and the audience hated it. And I don’t even want to talk about the gimmick they wanted me to have if I re-signed. Anderson: It must’ve been a terrible gimmick. Hughes: I shouldn’t go into detail on what it was just in case they’ve saved it for someone else. And if they have, I really feel bad for whoever is saddled with that gimmick. Anderson: You left ACW after the aforementioned feud with Jonny Spade. What did you do during your time away? Hughes: I worked dates all over the globe. I made my return to All Japan which was great, I got a great response from the fans there. I worked in Mexico a few times which was a new experience, I was asked to work Lucha style which was fun. And then I went to the UK to work a big money event for 1PW and that was when ACW contacted me and I signed a new deal. Anderson: We’ll talk about your current ACW stint a bit later. We fade as Anderson’s final words leave his lips and return to that familiar black screen with a message adorning it…Tune in next time for our final part of our look into the upcoming ACW release…
ACW Presents….
Straight Shootin’ with Jonny Hughes [/center] Fade to commercial
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Post by hunter on Sept 6, 2007 16:05:07 GMT -5
Match 3: Atomic Kitsune vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Andrew Williams)
Atomic Kitsune, a former world champion who has recently fallen from her previous heights but is still a firmly established top-tier star within ACW. Scott Andrews, a man touted by many as a future ACW World Champion. Both undoubtedly have great futures ahead of them, both have a great ambition to sit atop of this industry. This match undoubtedly holds great ramifications for both the winner and loser.
The match started at a slow pace, with both competitors taking a cautious approach to each other. Andrews was the first to take the initiative, taking AK off guard with a Running Spinning Wheel Kick. Unwilling to let AK get any offence in, Andrews swiftly followed up with an exquisite chain of moves consisting of a Chin Crusher, a barrage of Backhand Chops, numerous stiff Middle Kicks, finally finishing the sequence off with a perfectly executed Fisherman Suplex Pin which earned him a two-count. Scott slapped the mat in frustration but refused to let up with his offence, switching his attention to taking away AK’s vertical base by dropping her with a Dragon Screw which he slotted neatly into a Leg Lock with a Grapevine followed by a series of targeted stomps to her right knee.
As Andrews attempted to drag Kitsune to her feet she resisted, hitting him with a powerful Forearm shot which rocked him enough to allow her to spring, albeit gingerly, to her feet and hit an impressive Hurracanrana. Scott rolled straight to his feet but the speed of AK was too much for him as she was able to connect with a Running Enziguri which took Andrews off his feet, allowing her to hit a Springboard Moonsault from the middle rope, earning her a near-fall before Andrews was able to power out.
The match finished swiftly as Andrews attempted to hit his lethal Pumphandle Inverted Piledriver, known simple as The “AA” Driver. Unfortunately for him, AK was able to escape his hold, enabling her to spin at breathtaking speed before connecting with the deadly EMP. As soon as her foot connected with his head both the crowd and AK knew, as she hooked Andrews’ leg, that the three count was inevitable.
Winner, via Pinfall: Atomic Kitsune
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