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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:10:38 GMT -5
DeMarc: Mickey told me to make sure I take care of you tonight! You're now considered expendable!
DeMarc grabs Vinnie by the hair and starts to drag him up the ramp. Vinnie is slowly getting his bearings now, and begins to fight out. He trips DeMarc up, and then kips to his feet as the crowd erupt into cheers. Vinnie moves behind DeMarc and goes for the rear naked choke again, but again DeMarc gets in a low blow with a back kick before Vinnie can lock the crippling hold in.
The official is now next to the two men, demanding that they both get back into the ring. DeMarc just stares coolly at the ref and shakes his head. Vinnie explodes to life again, getting back to his feet, some fight still left in him. DeMarc sees him coming, and the two men again starts to trade punches. Once again the official tries to warn both men to get into the ring. Vinnie nails his signature jab and hook combo, knocking DeMarc off his feet. The official is still warning Dulario as Vinnie turns and shoves the referee down to the steel. He points at the official as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction to the heel tactic.
Dulario: STAY OUT OF THIS! YOU DON'T WANT NONE OF THIS!!!
DeMarc is behind Vinnie, and pulls some piano wire. The crowd rise to their feet and boo as DeMarc expertly gets the device around Vinnie's throat. Vinnie claws the wire and gasps for air, but can't get his fingers under the wire. He falls to his knees as the ref calls for the bell.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the result of this match is a NO CONTEST!!!
The official tries to pull DeMarc off of Vinnie, who is having the life slowly strangled from his exhausted body. DeMarc puts a boot to the ref and knocks him away. Rena suddenly dives from nowhere as DeMarc rears back, the wire starting to cut into Vinnie's throat. She has a steel chair from the crowd, and this time nails him square in the head. DeMarc is thrown off Vinnie, and the wire falls to the ground as Vinnie collapses on the steel. Rena is by his side, trying to help Vinnie up.
Officials are now pouring from the back, trying to keep Vinnie and DeMarc separated. Both men are fighting them, clawing at the air as they try to get to each other. Both men fight out of the smaller official's grasps, and once again meet at the top of the stage to a massive approval from the crowd. DeMarc reaches down and pulls a boot knife, but Vinnie catches him in a chicken wing before he is able to utilize the blade. Vinnie forces the knife out of DeMarc's hand, and then goes to stab him in the kidneys. The crowd cringes, but the officials are quick to grab Vinnie's arm before he is able to end the life of DeMarc with one well placed thrust. They pull the knife out of his hand, and the crowd relaxes a bit as the weapon is taken out of play. Vinnie kicks at the officials, and gets some breathing room between them and himself. He quickly spins DeMarc around, and nails a fluid and brutal Dead Enough (Impaler DDT) on the steel stage. The crowd gasp as DeMarc lays still after the maneuver. Officials try to check on DeMarc, but Vinnie fights his way into the throng to get at DeMarc again. The officials try, but can't stop him as he sets DeMarc up for another Dead Enough and nails it. The camera crew get a close up shot of DeMarc. His eyes have rolled up into the back of his head, and spittle is collecting at the corners of his mouth in a slight froth. His neck seems to be bent at an odd, sickening angle.
EMTs make the scene, but Vinnie keeps them away. More officials are coming to the aid of DeMarc, but Vinnie seems intent on keeping everyone away from his prey. He quickly reaches down by his boot, rolling up a pant leg, and pulling a small sidearm. The EMTs and officials all back away slowly as Vinnie keeps a close eye on them. He seems to have snapped, a crazy light shining through his eye. The crowd watch as Vinnie takes one of DeMarc's arms, and starts dragging him away towards the back. The officials don't seem too anxious to follow, and the producer, realizing that it probably isn’t wise to pursue them further, cuts the show to a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:11:46 GMT -5
Segment: Cut (Credit: Hunter)
Before the scene can fade in, Hunter barges through the Senatorial door and then through the door that leads to his own locker room. He looks up at the wall that displays the message and sighs. He then looks at the camera hanging above him and sees that it still works. He smiles and drags a chair under it. He climbs up and puts in the combo, then takes the tape out.
Hunter: (muttering): I'm gonna get you you son-of-a-bitch.
Hunter walks into the Senatorial office and finds a TV and a VCR. He puts the tape in and rewinds it. He then plays it and watches.
Hunter: What the hell?
The camera moves over his shoulder and we see the empty locker room. The frame is paused, and the time at the bottom of the tape reads 11:10:54. Hunter then looks at the remote, and skips ahead to the next frame. On the next frame is written the message. The time displayed in the corner is 11:15:54. Hunter drops the remote and stands up. He starts muttering to himself.
Hunter: I'm the only one with the key...I'm the only one who knows the combination...how did he...five minutes was cut from the tape...how could he have...it makes no sense...
He looks up at the cameraman.
Hunter: Get out.
Cameraman: What?
Hunter: I've got things to think about.
Cameraman: Am I distracting?
Hunter: Yes!
Cameraman: How?
Hunter glares at the cameraman.
Cameraman: Uh...okay...I'm just gonna...yeah.
The cameraman walks backwards out the door and closes it. Before the scene fades out, the unquestionable sound of a chair being thrown across the room can be heard.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:12:33 GMT -5
Segment: Cometh the hour…… (Credit: Angelo)
As the show returns from a commercial break, the ring is being checked following the previous match. “The Way I Am” hits and Angelo walks out to the ring, the arena filling quickly with booing.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome to the ring. Angelo “The Venom” Giovanni.
Angelo slides into the ring and goes over to grab a mic.
Angelo: Cut the music, if I could just get your attention for a moment.
The crowd still boos, overpowering the sound of Angelo.
Angelo: SHUT UP, SHUT UP. All of you! You low lives. I don’t know how you all got the money to buy tickets to this event but anyways here you are. Fallen Heroes, you’re already witnessed some of the best matches of the year here. Rose vs. Ridley, TNT vs. Hunter…. but the best is yet to come, the most anticipated of all according to the ACW Website. The Fallen Heroes Battle Royale. Where legends can be made, and broken. As for me, I will be made into a legend. I shall become victorious and defeat twenty nine other men in the process. Once I do win that match I will have rightfully earned my shot at the ACW World Heavyweight Title at the grandest stage of them all, Omega Effect. I will earn a contract stating I will be main eventing in a match, with the title on the line. This is my time to shine people, and nobody is going to take that away from me. I will be at my best, and fight until I can no longer stand on my own two feet, if that’s what it takes. Senator and RDK will not last. BK London, ha he definitely will not, uh make it. Hahaha. Also in 100 days, of 1000 challenges. 1 will be made that separates legends from champions. Be prepared. Closing this I say, tonight……..all the other contenders will be the Fallen Heroes, and I alone shall stand tall and proud.
Angelo drops the mic and exits the ring to many boos and he just turns around at the top of the stage and does a double chin flick before stalking off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:15:29 GMT -5
Segment: Strange friendship (Credit: Blade / Rose)
The scene opens with Alexandra "The White Rose" Kaesar being shown in the backstage area, stretching and getting herself ready for her match later tonight. The camera then pans over and shows BladeSeika, who happens to be walking in her direction. He nearly walks past her before he stops and turns around to notice her. Rose then tops doing some of her leg stretches and looks him eye to eye. The pair stare for a second before Blade finally speaks up.
Blade: Hey, what’s up?
Rose: I’m just getting ready for my match tonight, you?
Blade: Same, plus I’m checking out the scenery, I forgot how much this place changes whenever we have a PPV, it has been far too long since I was able to enjoy it.
Rose: You’re right, hasn’t it been six months since you were in your right mind?
Blade: Yup, 6 months, and so much has changed since then…<br> Rose: Indeed it has….
There is an awkward pause for a second between the two.
Rose: So….I hear you talked to Ridley about our recent….interaction.
Blade: Yeah, he brought it up, I guess you could say.
Rose: I am sure he was displeased about it?
Blade nods lightly in response to Rose’s question and Rose lets out a light sigh.
Rose: He’s not the only one that-
Blade raises his eyebrow.
Blade: Why, are you tired of me already?
Rose: No, but….. You would still be wise to heed his warnings, as only a fool or one who has lost all care to live would be willing to cross him.
Blade: Why do you cross him then?
Rose: I know what I am getting myself into.
Blade: Well I am far from a fool, and I have no qualms with dealing with Ridley. I admit he is one of the few men whom most think I should fear….But I still have quite a few tricks up my proverbial sleeves, and I believe I could handle any possible physical encounter between us.
Rose: Many have said that before….and they have all fallen.
Blade: Well, I’m not your typical wrestler, you should know that by now.
Rose: Neither is he…<br> Blade: True, but I think I could at least hold my own, my style should give me an advantage over his.
Rose: You are wrong, you are not in Ridley’s league. If he is to ever be stopped, it will be tonight
Blade: Somehow I doubt that, he isn’t the type to let go of things easily, I’d imagine.
Rose: No he is not.
Blade: Look….
Blade goes to put his hand on her shoulder, but Rose turns to her side in order to avoid him. Blade then takes the hint and decides to cross his arms instead.
Blade: Listen Rose, like I said I truly believe that you two are destined to be together.
Rose simply rolls her eyes in response to this.
Blade: AND while my heart tells me to try and keep you two from fighting, my instincts tell me that this may be just what you two need, and to get all this aggression between the two of you our of your system’s so to speak. And know you usual level of aggression, I have a feeling this one ought to become quite violent.
Rose: I’m sure it will……,but I doubt it will have the story book-esque ending you seem to have your heart set on.
Blade: Well, stranger things have happened in the heat of battle.
Rose: You still do not seem to truly understand the depths of our hatred for each other, but I am not surprised, you always were the naïve one around here.
Blade: You would surprised at exactly how much I actually do understand about your hatred for each other. But feelings, either hatred or love, still show an amount of caring, and the fact you have gone to such lengths to torture one another shows that there is still some sort connection between the two of you.
Rose goes to try to argue but instead realizes how pointless it will be and instead decides to keep quiet. Blade meanwhile also realizes that he may have gone too far.
Blade: Hmm…I don’t know, maybe I just want everyone to be as happy as me and Rei are.
Rose: I don’t know what your agenda is, but Ridley and I will never care for one another again.
Blade decides to quickly change the subject.
Blade: Well anyway considering both of your former female teammates are facing off for the ACW World title tonight, which of the 2 do you think will come out on top, Yoko or Alicia?
Rose: In the end it is a foolish battle. A belt is nothing for them to fight over and they both know it.
Blade: I see, well I’m sure the two of them will put on quite a show.
Rose: I won’t be watching.
Blade: Well…I have to be going, good luck in your match tonight, I hope you both can achieve whatever it is each of you want.
Rose: Blade, this may be a game to you, but it is not to me and it would be good for your health to stay out of my business. Also, I don’t need luck in my match tonight, I have Ridley exactly where I want him. I have every advantage imaginable and I there is not much of a chance for me to lose. I do think you have a good chance of winning the rumble tonight. It will be an exhausting match.
Blade: Yeah, it will be probably, but I will do my best, and who knows, I seem to have a decent shot at winning it, and then I will be one step closer toward regaining that world title again.
The two nod and then give their usual goodbye pleasantries, before Blade turns and walks away and Rose goes back to her stretching as the screen goes to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:16:14 GMT -5
Match 3: Latino vs. Ginger (Credit: BK) The fans are already on their feet as Philip returns to carry out the particulars for this match; they’re here to see justice served, and there’s only one name on the crowd’s lips as Philip gets to work.Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring from New York, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds, Victor "Latino" Laureano !! "Lowrider" by War hits and the crowd goes absolutely ballistic for the Latino one as he steps out through the curtain. Latino raises his arms in the air and salutes the crowd as he walks down the ring, Latino feeds off the ovation of the crowd to get him hyped up for this match. Latino hops onto the apron and steps into the ring and then climbs up to the middle rope and raises his arms again to a pop from the crowd. Latino begins smacking his chest with his fist and he steps down and does the same on the opposite turnbuckle in the ring. Latino is now sporting a red, blue, and white tights representing his home country Puerto Rico.Phillip: And his opponent, from Manchester, England, weighing in at an unknown figure, he is the Chairman of ACW, Gingerdude !! "Ginger’s Theme" hits and the once ecstatic crowd becomes unruly, Ginger steps through the curtains wearing a similar wrestling gear to the ones he wore at Seven Deadly Sins and during the times of GFWWE. He receives major heat from the crowd as he walks down the ring, ready to face Latino. Craig Lewis, the Apprentice, is not too far behind Ginger and as they reach ringside the referee rolls out the ring and sends Craig to the back. Craig is shocked and he begins to argue with the referee but Ginger whispers in his air and tells him to go to the back. Craig follows orders and walks up the walk of shame as he is jeered from the crowd. Ginger reluctantly steps in the ring and Latino is waiting in the ring for Ginger to come in, they are at both corners of the ring and the referee checks both Latino and Ginger for illegal weapons. Both superstars are cleared and the referee signals for the match to begin.Ginger and Latino move to the center of the ring and the cameras flash around them as this great event in ACW History is going down. Ginger and Latino begin to lock up in the center of the ring and Ginger quickly applies a Headlock to Latino, before Ginger can lock both of his hands together Latino grabs the arm of Ginger and twists out of the move so Ginger is locked in a Hammerlock. Ginger seems to have a lot of trouble getting out of this move, as it could probably be the ring rust. Finally Ginger bends over and pulls the legs from under Latino and Ginger runs off the ropes to bounce off it. Latino rolls on his stomach and Ginger hops over Latino and continues running to the ropes, Latino then springs up to his feet and goes for the Hip Toss, Ginger sees this as he is coming off the ropes and quickly grabs the ropes and slides out the ring under the bottom rope. Ginger walks around the ring getting some heat from the crowd from escaping the fight with Latino, Ginger begins trash talking with some of the fans in the front and the referee begins to count. Latino has had enough by the count of 4 and he slides out the ring, Ginger sprints around the ring and Latino sprints after him and Ginger finally slides into the ring. Latino slides in the ring right after him and Ginger begins stomping away at Latino, Latino is barely phased by the kicks and Ginger bounces off the ropes and hits Latino with an elbow drop to the back of his head. Ginger aggressively covers Latino but Latino kicks out. Ginger gets up and he picks up Latino but Latino throws the arms of Ginger to the side and begins pummeling him with blows to the face, Latino gets Ginger on the ropes and Latino whips Ginger off the ropes. As Ginger comes off Latino tosses Ginger up in the air and Ginger slams sternum first into the mat with an amazing Flapjack. Ginger begins to get up and Latino kicks him in the abdomen and puts him in Suplex position.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:17:10 GMT -5
Latino begins to hit the Three Shots, Latino hits One Suplex, and the crowd chants "ONNNNNNEEAAAHHHH", Latino hits another and the crowd chants "TWWWOOOOOAAHHHH", Latino goes for the third but Ginger blocks it with his leg and rakes Latino in the eye to some heat from the crowd. Latino is blinded for the moment and he begins throwing punches anywhere, Ginger approaches the Latino One and then kicks him in the abdomen. Ginger puts Latino in Suplex Position and he begins to hit his variation of the Three Shot and he hits all three suplexes to some major heat from the crowd. Ginger rises up and begins taunting the crowd by mocking Latino and the crowd boos Ginger even more. Ginger walks over to the leg of Latino and he extends the right leg of Latino and then drops his knee right into the ankle of Latino. Latino screams in pain and as Ginger's knee is dug into the Ankle of Latino he pulls Latino's foot back putting more pressure on the hold. Latino is in a lot of pain and he slowly shifts over to the bottom rope and he grabs on. Ginger keeps the hold on and the referee administers the five count but Ginger releases the hold by three. Ginger then begins stomping away and the Ankle, Ginger the walks around the ring as he is in full control as Latino grabs his ankle. Latino begins to get up and he uses the ropes to help him up but Ginger kicks him in that knee to send Latino backflipping due to the impact and he lands on the mat. Latino rolls out the ring and holds his knee on the outside as the referee administers the count. The referee is at 4 and Latino begins to slowly get up and by 8 Latino reaches on the apron. Ginger attempts to attack Latino by forearming him off the apron but Latino shoulder thrusts Ginger in the abdomen. Latino then sticks his head between the legs of Latino and Backbody Drops Ginger over the ropes from inside the ring to the outside. Ginger soars into the air and then lands hard on his back and this gives Latino a chance to recover.
Latino looks on the outside and he looks at the crowd, from the apron Latino begins to climb up to the top rope and he smacks his chest with his fist and takes out Ginger on the outside with a beautiful moonsault. Latino lands hard on Ginger and Latino grasps his right knee on the outside and the referee begins to count for the Double Count out. Ginger and Latino begin to stagger to their feet and they slowly make their way into the ring at the same time by the count of nine. Latino begins to stagger to his feet and he picks up Ginger, but Ginger grabs the ankle of Latino and takes him down before locking in the Ankle Lock. Latino screams in pain and the crowd boos the Chairman, Ginger's face shows the amount of aggression he has built up inside of him. Latino is crawling to the ropes but Ginger pulls him back to the center, Latino then quickly maneuvers out of the move by rolling forward launching Ginger into the top turnbuckle. Ginger turns around and Latino hits Ginger with an implant DDT in the center of the ring. Ginger is out cold and so is Latino, the referee begins to count for the double knock out but Latino rises to his feet by 4, Latino goes up to the top rope and he dives off going for the Frog Splash but Ginger rolls out of the way. Latino lands hard on the mat and Ginger tries to capitalize with an Oklahoma Roll but Latino kicks out. Ginger gets up again and he tosses Latino out the ring to the outside. Latino begins to get to his feet and Ginger bounces off the ropes and baseball slides Latino into the announce table.
Latino drops to the ground like a sack of bricks and Ginger rolls out the ring and attacks Latino. Ginger slams Latino's head into the announce table and he begins pounding on his with his forearms and he begins pulling the padding off the ground around the ring. The concrete is revealed and Ginger picks up Latino and goes for a Piledriver but Latino counters it with a backbody drop. The crowd pops for Latino and Latino quickly puts Ginger's head between his legs, Latino raises Ginger over his shoulder and then holds him in a Crucifix Position. Latino then hits the Macana's Blade right onto the concrete. Ginger holds his head in great pain and the referee is at the count of 7, Latino quickly picks up Ginger and tosses him into the ring. Ginger rolls into the middle of the ring still holding the back of his head and Latino rolls in the ring and he is about to make the cover but Craig Lewis runs down to the ring. Craig hops onto the apron and he begins arguing with he referee, Bruce and Tyrone hop over the barricade and they enter the ring taking out Latino with a Double Spinebuster. Latino is out in the center of the ring and Bruce and Tyrone slide out the ring before they are detected by the referee. Craig hops down from the apron and Ginger shifts his weight, still holding the back of his head and covers Latino. The referee counts one, two, th--- but by a miracle Latino kicks out and the Body Guards are seen in the crowd shocked that Latino kicked out. They run back down to the ring and Tyrone slides in first and he goes for a Big Boot but Latino ducks and takes down Bruce who slides in the ring. Tyrone turns around and Latino hits him with the Switchblade Cut, Bruce turns around and suffers the same fate. Tyrone and Bruce are out cold next to each other and Latino climbs to the top rope.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:17:55 GMT -5
Latino hits the Frog Splash hitting both Bruce and Tyrone at the same time and the crowd goes nuts, the Body Guards roll out the ring and Ginger is slowly beginning to get up and Latino stalks Ginger from behind. The crowd is on their feet as the end is near and Craig is screaming at Ginger to watch out, Ginger turns around and Latino goes for the Switchblade Cut but Ginger pushes Latino into the referee. The referee hits the second turnbuckle and is out cold in the corner of the ring, Ginger turns around and Latino superkicks Ginger to the mat. Craig takes off his blazer and rolls up his sleeves before entering the ring with a steel chair and he cracks the chair over the back of Latino. Latino drops to the ground holding his back and Craig is about to finish off Latino with another blow but BK London begins running down to the ring with a pop from the crowd while still wearing a Corporate Alliance Shirt. BK slides into the ring and he grabs the chair from Craig and tosses it on the ground, BK backs Craig into the corner and he asks for his mercy but BK shakes his head and begins letting lose on Craig. BK hammers Craig with some right hands to the face and he gets Craig on the ropes, BK then backs up as Craig is stunned from the assault and he hits the Shades of Michaels knocking Craig over the top rope to the outside. BK sees the chair in the ring and he picks it up, Ginger is seen getting up and he has a devilish smile on his face as the blood from the back of his head drops down his back. Ginger picks up Latino and orders BK to hit him, BK is about to smash the chair over Latino's head but BK stops before he hits the head.
BK thinks about it and he says no to Ginger and drops the chair. Ginger drops Latino and the two begin arguing, BK is about to walk away but Ginger pulls him back and slaps BK in the face. The crowd goes "Ohhhhhh" and BK begins to get increasingly angry. BK looks at Ginger and Ginger realizes what he has done, Ginger tries to run but BK catches him by his tight and pulls him back to the ring before stomping the mess out of Ginger. BK picks up Ginger and then locks him in a Front Facelock, BK the hits Ginger with The Revolver on the steel chair. Ginger is out cold in the center of the ring and now his head is busted open in the front, BK then rips his Corporate Alliance Shirt and the crowd goes nuts. BK leaves the ring and Latino picks up where he left off climbing to the top rope and delivering Last Night's Hangover. Latino covers Ginger and the referee rolls over to the scene and counts one, two, three. The bell rings and the crowd bursts out of their seats.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Victor "Latino" Laureano !!!
"Lowrider" by War hits and the crowd is on their feet applauding for Latino, Latino rises to his feet and the referee raises his arm in triumph. Latino quickly leaves the ring hobbling to the back still suffering from his hurt ankle and heads to the back to get ready for the 30 Man Battle Royale, but he doesn't leave before saluting the fans one more time.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:19:01 GMT -5
Segment: The Numbers Game (Credit: Gooeygarth)
The scene opens with Angelo Giovanni and Jonny sitting on the couch in the G-Unit locker room, Jonny's eyes are glued to the TV screen while he practices his game at Mortal Kombat and Angelo is flipping through the newspaper quietly reading until Gooey comes through the door with a bruise and bump on his face.
Gooey: JUSTICE LEAGUE, ASSSSEMBLE!
Angelo looks up from his newspaper for a brief period before going back to his newspaper and Jonny presses pause.
Jonny: Y'know Gooey, something a little more sane would probably work a lot better than that.
Jonny goes back to playing his game and Gooey shrugs and hangs his head.
Gooey: Fine, whatever. Just get over here, we need to think of something...
Angelo then folds the newspaper in half and gets up to join Gooey and Jonny who already has turned the game off.
Jonny: Alright, that's better, now what is it we need to think of?
Gooey: How to improve our chances at leaving it between us three only in the Battle Royal. Now do have any suggestions, we can't ambush anybody because they're all a bunch of cowards and call for help.
Gooey rubs his face and winces.
Angelo: Well, there is THREE of us, keyword: three.
Gooey: Keyword: Help, as in army, as in gangbang rape. As in using foreign objects to hurt people, people being me.
Angelo: Did you try waiting for them to be alone and secluded?
Gooey: A-.....No, no not really, I got too excited.
Jonny: Okay then, first thing's first, don't listen to Gooey-
Gooey: Gotcha, hey wai-
Jonny: Second of all I think it's best that we pick a target that we think might be the most likely to go for us…<br> Angelo: Well if you're thinking of who I think you're thinking of, then this might be easier than we thought.
At this point all three of the men look down towards the camera man.
Gooey: Sorry, but this is a VIP only discussion. I'm going to have to kindly ask you to SCREW OFF!
Gooey shoves the camera man out the door and slams it shut, after the lock is heard the cameraman dusts himself off and walks away...
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:20:00 GMT -5
Segment: The Real Deal speaks (Credit: TNT)
The camera switches to show a Tattooed Dragon on someone, apparently moving...
The shot zooms out and it’s the back of TNT, as he's pacing back and forth stretching and getting hyped up for his match...
There is a knock on his door, that takes TNT away from his warming up...
He walks to the door and opens it fast, almost scaring Charlotte stiff as she didn't expect such a quick response.
TNT smirks and cocks an eyebrow....Charlotte is still speechless.
TNT: Well...You gonna say something honey? Or should we get to the "main event" now.....
Charlotte: Excuse me?!
TNT snaps out of it.
TNT: Never mind...what the hell do you want?
Charlotte: Well, TNT, I just wanted your opinion, on what you think you're going to do tonight, and what you think of your opponent Hunter…<br> TNT: My opinion, Ok...Let’s see...My opponent, like, I've said before is second class, low rate, frikin Moron, that is obsessed with some "internal demons" He’s not in the right state of mind, and not even worthy, to be trying to wrestle TNT. Lemme tell you something Charlotte, Hunter is about 200 pounds of Nothing...Don't waste your time worrying about him, cause tonight, TNT will annihilate him, and his stupid little remarks. I'm sick and tired of him trying to out talk me, ME!
And as far as what I'm doing tonight? I know I got this match in the bag, it doesn't matter what arsenal I'm going to bust out. Hmm... maybe I will do amateur, freestyle...greco-roman.....It doesn't matter, either way, Hunter's shoulders will be down for 3 seconds only, and that’s all I need, 3 seconds and it'll be over, and Hunter will learn not to mess with the real fuckin’ deal.
He pauses and takes a breath, staring right into the camera.
TNT: So you better watch out for ALL those moves... Chickenwing... Piledriver... Vandaminators... RKOs, Air TNTs, ahhhhh it doesn't matter what moves they are...the only thing that matters is that by the end of the night, that mouth of yours will be full....I'll tell ya what it'll be full of Hunter.....It'll be full of this size 15 boot, you son of a bitch! Then you'll learn. you second rate jackass.....
He turns back to Charlotte.
TNT: Now, what other things you gotta ask me tonight woman?! huh? ask me about my match, my match, my moves, ask me out on a Friday night date to the movies and a dinner?!!?! huh? what?!
The crowd laughs, and Charlotte seems to be blushing.
TNT: Don't worry Doll, it happens to the best of them.....now what else?
Charlotte: Now, we all know that tonight there is a battle royal to determine who will face the World Champion at Omega Effect, and you are entered in this....you must be one of the favorites...
TNT: Heh....Like I've said before, I've damn near done it all, I've won 4 different titles, in this short amount of time that I had just came here, my accomplishments are historical....Only thing left on my list....is the World Heavyweight Champion, So tonight, I'm gonna throw every single one of those punks out of that ring like they were nothing, I'm gonna RKO them, and do anything possible to annihilate them and get my shot at that world title at the grandest stage of them all!! So tonight, I will not only beat Hunter down to a pulp, but win that battle royal and become the number 1 contender....Picture it Charlotte....That gold belt around my chiseled Waist, with that name plate....
The Crowd Says it with him…
TNT: …"T-N-T".
TNT Smirks.
TNT: Sorry baby, but I got to whoop some second rate ass...
TNT puts on his jacket and puts the hood on and the shadow covers his eyes...he walks away as the camera zooms on the back of the jacket which says
"TNT REAL F'N DEAL"
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:21:05 GMT -5
On to the Title (Credit: Latino/Senator)
With TNT heading for the ring, there’s just enough time to check in on the winner of the previous contest. The camera opens up to show Latino back in his locker room, with a towel over his shoulders. He’s pacing back and forth, apparently giving Alicia a play by play rundown of his match, which is odd considering she’s watched the whole thing on the TV already.
Latino: Did you see it mami!? I took Ginger down and finally….FINALLY made him pay. Mira chulita tonight….oh tonight, we are going to celebrate. Because not only are you, my beautiful fiancé, going to go on and beat Yoko but I will win the rumble. I cannot wait for it all.
Atomic smiles as she sees Latino all riled up for the matches. His pacing is making her feel as if she’s watching a bizarre tennis match, though.
Atomic: All right, you relax a bit or you’ll probably pop a vein, you know.
Latino: Yea I know but-
Atomic puts her fingers to Latino’s lips, quieting him down.
Atomic: Shhh, you need to relax you’re going 100 miles per hour right now.
Atomic leans forward for a kiss as Latino realizes what she means. As the couple’s lips get closer, inch by inch, they are interrupted by their locker room door slamming open. Both turn their heads in the direction of the doorway as they are surprised as to who it is.
Senator: Well, well, well. What do we have here? A practical reunion of the original Senatorial Stable! My best amigo, and the future ACW champion! All we need now is Angelo... You know....I remember, there was a time when that look was actually meant towards myself, Alicia, I remember those times, but that is in the past, today...we talk about the present.
Latino looks more than a little miffed at having his moment interrupted.
Latino: Senator, you might want to get out…now. Alicia and I were in the middle of something.
Senator: What, you do not wish to speak with me? Usually we get along so well...do not worry for I shall keep this short and sweet. I noticed that you managed to overcome all the odds and defeat that dreaded monster in the ring named Gingerdude! A stunning accomplishment, indeed! That was nice indeed, but I must say that if you think lightning will strike twice tonight for you, amigo, you are simply fooling yourself.
Latino steps away from Atomic and walks face to face with the Senator.
Latino: What? You think I can’t do it? This is what I worked my ass off for. The training in Puerto Rico. GFWWE and my time jobbing night in and night out. Giving it my all. Giving it my hard-earned work here in ACW. I’ve always been so close to the big one and every time I’ve been denied. You are the one that is dead wrong chico. Tonight is my night. I’m going into that rumble and coming out the winner. This is for me and after tonight that title will just be closer to my grasp.
Senator: If you think that then I jus...
Latino: No, I wasn’t done chico. I just have one bit of advice for you. When we meet eye-to-eye in that ring tonight. You just better hope there are too many men in between us because I will make it my mission to see you go over that top rope.
Senator: You almost got that right, except that you are the one who should be trying to space yourself far away from the Senator, not vice versa. I did not train all that time for this one match for nothing, and the results have been sterling so far, I am undefeated in every over the top elimination match at this point, if you did not already know that! I will give you one generous warning right now, if you want to set a mission, and come after me, the only result will be your arse hitting the floor, and that, my amigo, is nothing...but the truth! And if you will excuse me, I have to prepare for the match, and I suggest you let Alicia do the same for her own match.
The Senator storms away, the look on his face showing that the confrontation has indeed bothered him more than his words let on. Latino for his part also looks quite miffed by the Senator's interruption. He paces around the locker-room speaking bits and pieces of Spanish. Alicia looks at him waiting for the right time to stop him.
Latino: Mamita, esté cabrón…. molestando mí novia y yo…..está noche es mio!
Alicia: Hey! Stop all this over reacting. You don’t want to go in there full of that anger or you’ll make mistakes. Calmase Victor.
Latino stops as he hears Alicia speak Spanish, something she does only very occasionally, and walks over with a smile on his face. The two finally give the kiss that was interrupted earlier. The two keep talking but not much is heard as the camera fades to black getting ready for the next event.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:22:00 GMT -5
Segment: Stanton’s Assistant (Credit: Kiji)
While the fans are waiting for the next match, the Titantron comes to life, and shows a picture of a country house, in darkness. The crowd becomes quieter and watches as the scene unfolds…….
A large manor in rural Virginia. Friday, April 22nd, 11:13 PM EST. The golden eyes of the house's windows peer into the rainy night, the only spots of brightness in a sea of dark.
??: Sorry I'm late, Mr. Stanton.
A man in an impeccably crisp business suit with mousy brown hair steps into Mercer Stanton's office, looking nervously back and forth between the ornate rug beneath his feet and the man behind the desk in front of him. The heavy oak-paneled door shuts with a quiet click.
Stanton: Sit down.
He gestures at a high-backed wooden chair in front of his desk. He opens a polished mahogany snuffbox on his desk and takes out a cigar.
Stanton: Want one?
Man: No thanks, I don't smoke.
Stanton puts the cigar in his mouth and reaches for a lighter, as the man sits down.
Stanton (sparking the cigar to life): My papa always said, “Never trust a man who doesn't drink or smoke.”<br> The man in the business suit stares, then gulps nervously. After a second, Stanton guffaws, a puff of bluish cigar smoke escaping his mouth with along with the laughter
Stanton: I'm just kidding! You need to lighten up. Relax a little.
The man laughs, belatedly.
Stanton takes another long drag on the cigar.
Stanton: Now let's get down to business.
Man (quickly): The shipment arrived from Bogota this morning.
Stanton: And our clients?
Man: There won't be any more... disagreements, Mr. Stanton.
Mercer Stanton chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair.
Stanton: Good, good. You know how to get things done. My thanks.
He positions the cigar on a crystal ashtray and begins to peruse some papers on his desk. Just then, something disturbs him.
Stanton: Excuse me a moment.
He turns his head towards a door at the other end of the room, on his left, and shouts something in Japanese.
A young man with typically Asian features comes out of the door a moment later, dressed in a gray hooded sweatshirt with a Kanji character over the breast pocket, jeans, and sneakers. He looks awkward and timid, almost shuffling across the room to Stanton's desk. The two converse for a moment in rapid Japanese, Stanton tapping at a piece of paper with his index finger, the young man nodding.
Stanton….And take the Mercedes.
Stanton says this to the young man's back as he exits the room. He and the businessman talk at length; the gray heap in the ashtray grows higher.
The clock strikes midnight, and, as if on cue, the young man in the sweatshirt enters the office from a door on Stanton's right. He says something to Stanton, both nod, and the young man continues across the room towards the door he had emerged from previously.
Something catches the businessman's eye, and he looks down at the Asian man's shoes. The substance thickly coating the back of his right sneaker and spattering his pants leg is, unmistakably, blood. The young man continues out of the room and closes the door. When the businessman turns back to Stanton, the man is staring at him.
A silence falls over the room, interrupted only by the faint pattering of the rain on the roof.
Man: S...so. Quite a storm this is….
He is shifting uncomfortably. He arranges his face into a falsely casual expression.
A clap of thunder makes the windows buzz. Stanton glace that way, and smiles.
Stanton: Yes. Quite a storm.
The camera fades out, and the audience begins to talk quietly about what they’ve just seen; the show, meanwhile, takes a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:24:10 GMT -5
Match 4: Hunter vs TNT (Credit: RDK) On return from commercials, Philip’s ready and waiting, and the crowd cheers as they see him pick up his mic.Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Rochester New York...Hunter!!! "Thunderstruck" plays and Hunter comes out. Fire explodes all around him and when it disperses he is holding his hands high. He gets in the ring and taunts the crowd. He is ready for his match against TNT and assures himself he won’t fail...Philip: And his opponent, The Real Fuckin' Deal, A Former ACW International Champion....TNT!!!!! "Never enough" by Papa roach storms through the arena as TNT is barraged with a mixed reaction however slightly more dominated by cheers. He hits his poses while walking down the ramp and taunts Hunter, signifying that he is better then him. TNT slides into the ring and goes to the turnbuckle, taunting to the crowd before getting down and becoming ready for his fight with Hunter. The two stare down as the bell rings.Bell Rings The two competitors grapple up and TNT assumes control. TNT irish whips Hunter into the ropes, sending Hunter to rebound off them and come back towards TNT. TNT catches him in a suplex position rather quickly however Hunter flips over TNT behind and seizes the moment by applying an abdominal stretch pin to TNT. He gets a count of almost two before TNT gets out of the pin and quickly rises to his feet. He and Hunter charge into another grapple, this time Hunter assuming control. Hunter hits a snapmare followed by a low drop kick to the back of the head of TNT. TNT falls over onto his belly and Hunter goes on top of TNT, applying the Bear Trap. TNT squirms around trying to get out of the maneuver however it does not seem likely quite yet. The hold goes for another 15 seconds and TNT still won't tap. The crowd however favors TNT over Hunter, and begins to get behind TNT. Clapping for him. The claps continue to increase in vast sound until finally TNT is able to smack his head backwards into Hunter's head, making Hunter roll back onto his back. TNT slowly gets up and poses to the crowd, getting a good pop before going back to dealing with Hunter. Hunter is quick to recovery though as he tackles TNT's legs once he turns around and starts punching his face. TNT does not let this go on for long however as he pushes Hunter off. TNT now leaps onto Hunter and starts punching the hell out of him. Hunter like TNT, does not let this stand as he rolls out of the ring and holds his face. The crowd boos and TNT however is not discouraged as he runs off the ropes, goes towards where Hunter is and jumps off for a crossbody, hitting Hunter and sending them crumbling down on the outside. The two are down as the referee begins to make a count out. He counts one and even two but there is only some slight movement. After about a four TNT is up and he lifts Hunter to his feet. The two exchange blows. Punches to the face and knees to the stomach. TNT goes for a clothesline however Hunter ducks it. TNT turns around and is hit outta nowhere with a very quickly yet perfectly done Magnum DRIVER! SMACK! Right on the ground! The crowd go ballistic at this move and watch closely as the referee continues his count, now at 8... It appears a double count out is to happen...but that’s not what Hunter wants. As the referee is almost at nine, Hunter gets to his feet, and drags TNT by the head into the ring. He then throws himself onto TNT in the center of the ring for a cover. The referee counts. One Two-Shoulder up! The crowd cheers as TNT puts on a cocky smirk before sitting up and chopping Hunter across the chest. Hunter literally springs back three feet on his ass from the powerful and non expectant hit. He grabs his chest in pain as TNT gets to his feet, holding his back. Hunter looks up at TNT while holding his chest. TNT smirks at him while holding his back. The two look into each other's eyes before their battle resumes. TNT grabs Hunter by the shoulders and Hunter gets to his full height. The two grapple up and TNT is able to irish whip Hunter into the ropes. Hunter goes off the ropes and towards TNT. TNT leapfrogs over Hunter, making Hunter go off the opposite ropes. When TNT turns around though, he is victim to a Killer Spear from the rebounding Hunter. A huge thud is heard on impact on the mat and Hunter covers TNT in hopes of finishing him off with the same move that won him a victory of the Legendary Macho Man RDK. The count begins, the referee says One, Two Thr-BUT A SHOULDER UP BY TNT! The crowd is on their feet, shouting: "T-N-T, OI! HES DYNOMITE! OI! T-N-T! HE WILL WIN THIS FIGHT!" And a simultaneous rhythm based clap ensues. Hunter is pissed by this and gets TNT to his feet, he figures enough is enough and goes for the ShotGun. Midway through the move, when TNT is up in the air, the vertical suplex position, an idea snaps into his head. Hunter is about to bring TNT down for the second part of the Shotgun however TNT quickly and swiftly reverses it and hits and R.K.O! The crowd goes bonkers as TNT rolls over onto Hunter and covers. The referee counts, One, Two Th-And a kick out by Hunter! The crowd let out a big sigh of disappointment as Hunter smirks.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:24:55 GMT -5
The battle continues as the two finally get up to their feet. TNT battles Hunter into a corner and backhands him so hard that the taste in Hunter's mouth disappears momentarily. TNT then European uppercuts Hunter multiple times before irish whipping him to the corner diagonally across. TNT runs into it and knees Hunter in the stomach. He then slaps Hunter, ONE TWO THREE! THWACK THWACK THWACK! Before he irish whips him into the original corner...or so it seems. Hunter is able to gain control and reverse it into his own irish whip, sending TNT toward the corner. Hunter charges for a Killer Spear into TNT within the corner but TNT is quick and uses the ropes for leverage to jump outta the corner and onto the apron. Hunter smacks into the turnbuckle, bouncing off it and falling flat on his back into the middle of the ring. TNT then takes his chance. He runs on the apron with all the speed he can before he flips back into the ring onto Hunter, committing an Out-To-IN Split Leg-ged Moonsault. The move connects well and the referee gets down to count. The count begins. One....Two...Thr-NO. Hunter Kicks out! The crowd begins to really boo Hunter with all their might as he breathes heavily after kicking out of the move. The two men are both Tweeners, but it still appears evident that TNT is Indeed the favorite here. TNT rolls onto his back and breathes heavily, wondering what it is going to take to be able to take Hunter out. The two men lay on their backs as the referee begins to make a knock out count. The referee counts one, a two, and even a three before Hunter stirs up along with TNT. The two trot into each other, assuming another grapple. Hunter is however in control this time around and pushes TNT into the ropes, TNT flips over them however lands on the apron. Hunter pummels TNT with multiple clubs and hits before TNT comebacks with his own. Finally, Hunter makes an error, and TNT blocks his punch. TNT then locks in Hunter and with much strength, hits a fisherman buster on him, sending them both crashing to the outside, having Hunter's shoulder hit the crash barrier.
The two are just out of it out on the outside. The referee makes a count out once again. A one and a two are given. The two do not budge. A three is given and TNT starts to stir. A four is given and Hunter starts to stir. By five, both men are trying to get to their feet. At five, There on their knees and are already assuming a grapple. The two roll into the ring and the match appears to continue. The grapple is still locked and neither man can seem to take control of each other. Eventually however, Hunter irish whips TNT into the ropes and TNT comes back. Hunter goes for a Killer Spear however TNT pulls another one his leap frogs. He goes off the ropes and Hunter does likewise. The two collide once they have both rebounded into a double clothesline. They are both down and the referee makes the knock out count for a few counts until Hunter rolls over on TNT. The referee begins to count...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:26:04 GMT -5
ONE
TWO
THR-
TNT kicks out! Hunter wont stand for this shit to continue again. He gets up, determination in his eyes. Hunter grabs TNT, brings him to his feet and goes off the ropes. He then comes back, nailing the Dynamite! TNT feels the impact and goes off a bit from the move. Hunter moves in to cover. The referee counts.
One
Two
ROPE BREAK!
TNT has put his leg on the rope to delight of the crowd and Hunter is pissed. He takes TNT up to his feet and tells the crowd this is it! He goes for the Shotgun, however TNT tries to reverse it into another R.K.O! But Hunter does not let this happen as he reverses THAT into a reverse DDT. Hunter then covers. He receives a 2.5 for his efforts, still not enough to put TNT away though. So Hunter decides it's time to pull out his secondary finisher that hopefully WONT be reversed into an R.K.O, the Poetic Justice! Hunter does so however TNT reverses the move into a DDT! The crowd gasps as TNT has driven Hunter's head smack into the mat and he goes for another cover.
ONE
TWO
But not a three, oh no. Hunter still has gas in the tank as he shows this by getting to his feet. He cant take it anymore. He goes to a corner and begins to taunt TNT to get up. TNT eventually does get up and sees Hunter charging him for ANOTHER Killer spear, but TNT won't let this spear hit him. He moves, having the referee hit by the full power of the spear. The referee is out cold and Hunter looks at him as he lays limp. Hunter tries to wake up the referee, he is panicking, not having a referee to ref his match could mean bad news for him. However before he can even think another thought, his opponent hits a daring and bold low blow. Hunter oofs and turns around to be hit by and R.K.O by TNT. Hunter is out and TNT rolls on him for the cover. The crowd counts. One Two Three! TNT has won the match! ...But there is no referee. TNT doesn’t look and just hooks Hunter's leg again. The crowd counts, One Two Three! But there is still no referee. TNT tries to revive the referee himself but it is no use. TNT decides to do something he’s good at then, cheating. He goes outside and grabs a chair. He places it on Hunter and then immediately plays possum. The two are down for a bit however the referee won’t budge and Hunter begins to stir, realizing he has a chair.
Hunter gets up with the chair and TNT doesn’t want Hunter to get the advantage so he gets up too. Hunter goes to hit him with the chair but TNT ducks. Hunter turns around and TNT tries to R.K.O him however Hunter pushes him off, as well as throws the chair away. He then tries to hit the Shotgun but as he comes down to hit the Phase two of the move, TNT knees him in the stomach. Hunter does not let this get the better of him however and goes for a bold clothesline. TNT ducks though and nails the Complete Shot out of nowhere! TNT, being opportunistic, locks in the Koji Clutch. Hunter rolls around, helpless, not that he can roll much. TNT savors this as he chokes the life out of Hunter. Hunter squirms and squirms but just loses breath and energy. The minute mark eventually makes way after moments of squirming and Hunter does not believe that there is any where to go, since he is in the middle of the ring. The referee is crawling towards the two groggily to try and still manage and control the match. Hunter is in a no win situation by this point, but still he can not, will not, give in – with a huge effort, he throws himself into a thrashing fit, and a stunned TNT is forced to let him go. Hunter pulls himself up, kicks TNT down, runs to the corner and signals from the top of the post, and goes for a final, match ending splash – but TNT finds a little extra as well, and the crowd goes nuts as TNT catches Hunter and cleanly counters into the RKO. This time there’s no way Hunter can recover in time, and TNT covers to finally earn the 1,2,3.
Philip: Here is your winner......TNT!!!!....
"Never enough" by Papa roach blasts the arena down as the crowd give a good amount of cheers, hell, a HUGE amount of cheers for both competitors and their marvelous performance they put on tonight. TNT does not waste time though. He gets to his feet, has his hand raised, taunts the crowd and slowly walks backstage. Hunter...Hunter gets to his feet a minute after the replays. He just looks at the referee and cannot believe he was beaten. The crowd however respects Hunter for such a great performance and applaud him for the definite show stealing match he’s put on before he gets the courage to finally go to the back...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2005 14:26:45 GMT -5
Downhill (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Out in the backstage area, Jake sits an empty room, with the one hanging light in the middle. Jake doesn’t seem to look up. He sits in a cross-legged position with his back straight and head up.
Jake: Don’t you hate it when you sit like this for a long time and your legs get all weird. I guess sitting like this for 10 hours isn’t too good but whatever.
Jake stands up leaning up against the wall of the empty space.
Jake: The old locker room. This brings back some old memories, mostly of me having to replace the light bulbs but that isn’t the point. Partying with some of the guys after I won the LW title the first time for instance. I would have stayed in the old Top Draw room, if it wasn’t mysteriously set ablaze a week after we split up. Jealous son of a bitches. Anyway, sometimes change is good. Sometimes it seems it is for the best. Ever since Left this room and joined New Breed, I haven't won a single match. That’s a month and a half of losing. We had it all planned out perfectly. We had 2 new members. It was going all as planned. Then Anthem had a match against Ridley. Then Oliver and Primera had some family problems back home and had to leave. Now New Breed is back to three again. And what have we done as a team? Nothing. I lost my title to Daredevil. Wyvern lost his ET title only to have Marvel bring it back to us. Then Wyvern goes and wins the International title. BK and I make our one time return as Top Draw, but still come up short. G-Unit is good, I have to admit. I mean they did beat the greatest tag team of all time. But tonight begins a new era. Tonight I will win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. I will go on to Omega Effect and challenge who ever and I will emerge victorious. I am going to make my comeback. I have to prove it to you all. I have to prove it to myself. This will NOT be the downfall of the Cheng Dynasty.
Jake proceeds to lie back on the floor of his old locker room.
Fade Out.
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