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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 13:52:49 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Emperor of the Ring 2006 Sunday 1st October 2006
ACW World Tour II Earl’s Court Arena London, England
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------
No-Holds Barred Boxing Match Libertines vs. Reckless
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Open Challenge The Machine vs. TBA
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Tables Match Jake Cheng vs. Christopher Bryant
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First Blood Match Jason Freeman vs. Leon Chase
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ACW Light-Heavyweight Title Match - Assassin's Playground Vince Hall vs. Scott Andrews
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ACW Entertainment Title Match Jonny Spade vs. Jonny Hughes
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Hunter vs. Chance Emmerson
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Tale of the Lost Tape - ACW Tag Title Match Top Draw vs Flower Power
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Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune vs. Hitman of the Gods
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ACW International Title Match Macho Man RDK vs. TBA
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ACW World Title Match - 3 Strikes Match BK London vs. Latino
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EOTR ‘06 Final Rattlesnake vs. Alexander Starkweather
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 13:53:39 GMT -5
To a country of Kings and Queens, and the court of an Earl… we have come to find our new Emperor.
The show opens with a brief shot of the Earl’s Court arena before cutting back to show the interior; the local London fans are massively hyped and thrilled at the prospect of seeing a major yearly PPV staged here, and others have traveled from all over the isles to experience ACW at its live and loud best.
Once everyone’s had a chance to get their face on TV, we cut backstage as the first scene of the night begins…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:25:13 GMT -5
Segment: Arrival (credit: Paul Kubbyd)
A limo pulls up to the front of Earls Court Arena. It seems as though someone of importance is inside. The driver steps out of the limo and runs around to the back to open the limo door. We are greeted with the grinning face of Paul Kubbyd who steps out of the limo and takes a look around, nodding his head.
Kubbyd: Earls Court Arena. Jolly old England. Get my bags.
Kubbyd tells the driver this, he obliges. Kubbyd reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone. He punches in some numbers and puts the phone up to his ear.
Kubbyd: Ok, bring him in.
Kubbyd hangs up the phone. Presumably, Kubbyd is bringing in the Machine through some other form of transportation. Kubbyd proceeds into the arena. Tonight is important. Tonight is the debut of his Machine.
Fade…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:27:15 GMT -5
Segment: The truth will out (Credit: Shawn)
No. No, you can't get away. From hell's heart, I stab at thee. For hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee. –Khan Noonien Singh.[/i][/color]
Lilly Rouge is a nervous woman by nature, but she’s probably never been quite as nervous as she is tonight. As she waits outside of Chairman Ginger’s office with Sakina Khalida, she can barely tolerate the terrible feeling at the pit of her stomach. She hates being in the same room as Ginger, and she really hates the idea of resigning with ACW. Sure, it would mean she’d get to see some old friends, like Yoko Satoshi and Sarin Rossi, but it would also mean that Ginger would be free to basically feel her up any time he wants.
Lilly looks at Sakina, who’s been very quiet all night, and she wonders why she’s always been so intent to negotiate with ACW. It’s something they’ve never really talked about except for on a few occasions, and even then, Sakina always assured her that they were just keeping their options open.
From Lilly’s point of view, they’re just a little beyond that.
Lilly: Oh Sakina… I don’t want to be here…
Up until now, Sakina had been gazing dreamily at the wall. She’s been waiting very patiently for Ginger to get done with his other meeting. She’s not even noticed how restless Lilly seems. Once she gets on the right train of thought, she tries to calm her young protégé down.
Sakina: This is best. I’ve told you that. All we’re doing is keeping our options open.
There’s quite a stretch of silence after that. Lilly nervously messes with her short black skirt, her hosiery, and even her heels. Her nervousness makes her a little more scatterbrained than usual.
Lilly: If I didn’t want to join ACW…like…would you go without me?
This sentence, in particular, finally motivates Sakina to completely concentrate on Lilly’s feelings.
Sakina: No…
Lilly frowns. Not in the adorable way that is normally her trademark, but in the way of a woman who’s about to say something she really doesn’t want to.
Lilly: Why? Like, you don’t need me to be successful. I’m just holding you back. If you want to join ACW…then I won’t blame you. I don’t want you to miss out on an opportunity just because you feel sorry for me…
Lilly’s little speech causes Sakina to privately beam with pride. It shows to Sakina that Lilly thinks more of Sakina’s career than she does about her own. This means the world to Sakina. She can barely fake her sadness over what Lilly said. Somehow, she manages to respond as if she’s about to cry?
Sakina: You think you’re holding me back? Oh my goodness…
Lilly fidgets with one of the buttons on her jacket in order to avoid eye contact with Sakina. She’s truly ashamed that she’s made Sakina sad.
Lilly: I…I… It’s just that—
Sakina interrupts her with a sad prolonged sigh.
Sakina: Lilly… I’ve led you on about something for too long…
For just a second…time slows down. Lilly is deathly afraid that Sakina’s about to tell her something terrible. She doesn’t really have a clue what it could be, but she does know that it doesn’t sound good. So, with a gulp, she readies braces herself to be shocked.
Lilly: What is it?
Sakina: I didn’t want to worry you about it until the right time…but I’ve waited too long. This is going to be a lot for you to take in…but please just trust me. That’s all I’m asking you to do.
Lilly: I trust you.
Sakina smiles warmly.
Sakina: I lied to you about the reason I scheduled this meeting… The truth is—
With that, the camera zooms out and the scene quickly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:28:28 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome one and welcome all (credit: Jonny Hughes) Earlier today
The camera is slowly panning over the outside of tonight’s venue, the famous Earl’s Court in London, the camera then shows a London tour bus, the camera spots Jonny Hughes stepping off the bus, he is dressed in a black and white striped Newcastle United t-shirt and is wearing a casual pair of ¾ length khaki pants, he spots the cameraman and walks towards him.Hughes: What the bollocks are you doing here? Never mind, come with me. Hughes takes the cameraman round the back entrance of the Earl’s Cort Arena and to the talent entrance, he pauses for a moment and looks at the door.Hughes: You know, a lot of world famous people have stepped through this very door; Elvis Pressley, The Beatles and Frank Sinatra. And now these very halls are about to be graced by an even greater star, a more talented, flawless being, and that being is none other than ACW’s biggest draw ever. “The Shooter” Jonny Hughes. Hughes opens the door and takes the cameraman backstage of Earls’ Court, he leads him through many various corridors that are packed with people preparing the arena for tonight’s event, he then leads the camera through the curtain that tonight’s competitors will be passing through on route to the ring, the main arena is empty with only a few crew members setting up sound systems and pyros for tonight’s event. He steps out onto the entrance stage ramp and steps onto a big ‘X’ that is marked by tape on the ramp; he turns back to the camera and removes his pair of sunglasses and casually tosses them over his shoulder.Hughes: Oh shit, they were expensive. Hughes turns and frantically looks for his glasses; he spots them and rushes over to pick them up. He examines them and gently places them into his trouser pocket.Hughes: You can cut that right? I don’t want to look like a cheap skate on a global TV Broadcast. I’ll leave a pause for you to edit that out. PauseHughes: This arena was one of the many arenas I graced during the early stages of my career. When UK indy bookers hired me they knew I had what it takes to captivate the crowds, and I excelled in this arena in particular. In fact I’ve never lost a match in Earl’s Court; and I’m not gonna start tonight. I’m going to give ACW fans an Entertainment Champion they can be proud of, these mindless people need a hero, a role model, somebody they can look up to, somebody they can aspire to emulate. And I am that person. Tonight, I’m full of confidence; in fact I’ve never been so confident in my life. I am going to stand here and give all you fans a promise, a guarantee that I will walk out of this arena tonight with gold around my finely toned waist. ??: But you see the problem with your guarantees is that they are like you, good for nothing. The camera moves towards the source of this familiar voice and spots ACW’s Chairman Gingerdude walking towards Hughes, Ginger is dressed in clothes that most ACW fans are not used to seeing him in, he is wearing a pair of black sweatpants and an ACW logo t-shirt, fans are so accustomed to seeing Ginger in a suit that the mere sight of him in anything else might force some extremist fans to alter their entire belief system….or not.Ginger: You make a lot of guarantees around here, but you never offer anything to back them up. Hughes: You want me to back up my guarantee? You name it and I’ll do it. Ginger: I overheard you mention that this arena is one of many that you ‘graced’ at the start of your career, and you know what would be funny, if Earl’s Court just happened to be the last arena you grace in your career. Hughes: What are you getting at? Ginger: You said name something to back up your guarantee and I will. So tonight if you lose to Jonny Spade in this very arena, you will not only lose your unbeaten record here but you will lose your career in ACW. Hughes: Is there something I’m not getting here? Ginger: Let me make this crystal clear for you. Tonight you face Jonny Spade in an All Or Nothing Match. On one side if you manage to win you’ll walk out of here with the Entertainment Title. But if you lose tonight you’ll be leaving Earl’s Court with your P45. If you lose tonight….YOU’RE FIRED!!! The camera follows Ginger ,who is heard laughing under his breath, as he heads back to the backstage area of tonight’s venue, the camera then focuses back on Jonny Hughes whose face is frozen in pure shock, he has gone as white as a sheet, his jaw is wide open, so wide in fact that the piece of gum he was chewing on drops out on the floor in front of him. He slowly runs his hand through his short, black hair and stares at the spot where Ginger was stood but a few seconds ago, his face slowly screws up and his eyebrows bunch together, Hughes then notices the camera is focused on him, he angrily pushes the cameraman to the ground and angrily shouts for him to “get that fucking camera out of my fucking face”, whilst on the floor the camera catches Hughes storming backstage in a fit of rage, suddenly a hand passes over the camera lens and the feed is turned off by the floored cameraman…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:29:19 GMT -5
Match 1: No-Holds Barred Boxing Match Libertines vs. Reckless (Credit: Latino) Time for things to get fully underway, and in a most novel fashion. Philip gets a loud, long pop as he makes his first appearance.Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this match is a No-Holds Barred Boxing Match. The rules are simple. Both competitors will take part in Three one-minute rounds and the winner will be declared at the end. Now….introducing first…from Miami, Florida, United States…weighing in at 228 lbs and standing at 6’2”…..John Ruth…The Reckless! "If you feel so used up! So Let down!!" is blared through the speakers as Reckless comes from the curtain looking at the crowd. His normal wrestling attire is not seen as he wears black shorts and a black boxing gloves. He looks around to the fans as they let out a mild response. "Lets Start A Riot! A Riot!" Reckless then looks as he darts into the ring passing everyone in his way. He slides in the ring on his knees. He hops up as he goes to the middle rope and stands on it no handed. He points to the crowd before hopping off.Phillip: And his opponent from…..England and weighing in at 240 lbs while standing at 6’4”…….Libertines! As Libertines’ theme plays throughout the background he walks out dressed in shorts and red boxing gloves. He raises his arms up as the fans let out a mild response as well. It’s clear they are not sure which wrestler to cheer in this situation. He walks up the steel steps and then enters the ring, stepping between the ropes. * The Bell Rings * As the opening round starts off Reckless and Libertines walk to the middle of the ring. The Referee explains the rules as each man nods to each point. The competitors shake hands and then take a few steps back as the match now begins. Both men circle one another around the ring as they put up their fists. The fans are watching intensively as the two men talk a bit of trash and occasionally get closer to one another, only to pull back. Libertines throws in a few jabs but Reck blocks them with skill. He lunges to the side and throws a jab of his own only for his opponent to duck. Both men take a step back as the clock keeps counting down the first round. Libertines moves forward as he throws a strong punch that connects on his opponent’s jaw. Reck leans back but retaliates with a strong punch of his own. Libertines absorbs the blow as he attacks with a bodyshot. Reck stumbles a bit as he’s taken by surprise and Libertines takes this as a sign. He throws another right punch this time aiming directly at Reckless face. He nails it perfectly and then throws another in a rapid succession. Reckless is pushed against the ropes but he doesn’t let this get the better of him as he puts his gloves him trying to block the attacks. He rolls against the ropes and ducks a blow. Libertines doesn’t have enough time to make notice as Reckless gives him a strong uppercut to the chin. He nearly falls back from the blow as Reck moves forward. He throws a punch directed right at the body and then nails him on the other side. Libertines is now the one on the defense as he tries his best to block any advance. Reckless ducks and dodges as Libertines tries to attack. Then, just when his moment is up he nails Libertines once again for the second time with an uppercut. The clock is still counting down until the bell sounds. Everyone looks around and notices that the round is over. Libertines does not wait though as he turns Reckless around and swiftly hits him across the face with a strong right punch. He forces him still as he throws another and another. Reckless isn’t given the chance to block as Libertines keeps throwing lefts and rights at his opponents. The Referee calls for the bell as the timekeeper rings it constantly. Reckless finally moves back and ducks a punch from Libertines. He waits and this time he throws the strong left. Libertines can feel the impact as he falls against the ropes. The fans let out a big pop as Reckless moves forward and repeatedly attacks his opponent. He doesn’t stop now as Libertines tries to put up his fists to block but Reckless pushes them down. He finally lunges back and nails a big right on Libertines face. He feels the pain and instantly hits the ring mat as everyone hears the thud. Reckless looks at the Referee as he stares down at Libertines unconscious on the mat. He makes the call to the timekeeper as the bell is rung…. Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner….by knock out….Reckless! Reckless raises his arm as his theme is played again. He looks down at Libertine that is now seeing stars. Reckless climbs the nearest turnbuckle and points to the fans as they cheer nonstop. He jumps down and pulls off his gloves he drops onto the ring mat and rolls out of the ring. The show cuts to a commercial as Reckless leaves the arena.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:30:06 GMT -5
Segment: Richard Russell (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the cameras pan across the sold out London arena, allowing some of ACW's brightest fans to flash their signs for a few split seconds, like the less-brighter fans. But it's quite fun, so no one would complain. After a moment, the lights dim, and then the all-too-familiar crimson red lights erupt to the fury of Strapping Young Lad's "All Hail the New Flesh." The English fans show their distaste by booing the holy hell out of one of ACW's finest, but the former World Champion pays it no mind. He simply smirks on his way down to the ring, and then rolls in quickly. He grabs a nearby mic and raises it to his lips before speaking.
Hunter: So. England. The country with the highest need for a dental plan.
The fans boo Hunter as he simply chuckles.
Hunter: "Sorry, mates, couldn't resist. And you bloody well know you would do the same. Oh bollocks, I'm wearing the wrong pants." And then a few more stereotypes. You guys riled up yet?
The fans continue to boo loudly.
Hunter: GOOD. And now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's get on with it. I have a match with Chance later tonight, not to mention that NO HOLDS WILL BE BARRED, OH MY GOD! Well I don't particularly give a crap, I'm in too good a mood to have it spoiled by some steroid pumping crackpot who takes orders from some little bitch with a coin.
And, surprisingly, the fans boo this statement.
Hunter: For you see...I WILL kick his ass. But not before I do what I've been waiting to do for a few weeks. And no one will stop me now. So, here we go: back in the 80's, Ginger was just---
"Ginger's Theme" hits momentarily, and the ever-persistent chairman of the board walks out on the stage, and then shortly finds his way down to the ring. Hunter looks at him unpleasantly, but Ginger's look most definitely defeats Hunter's in "disgust."
Ginger: Hunter, I REFUSE to let you tell anyone about this.
Hunter: Well I don't give a flying fuck, and you know it. In his teen years, Ginger met a kid named Richard Russell, and the two of them---
Ginger: Shut it, Hunter. I'm not afraid to terminate your contract right here and now.
Hunter: If you do, it'd just give me more of a reason to tell everyone, don't you think?
Ginger opens his mouth to speak for a moment...but promptly shuts it.
Hunter: That's what I thought. One way or the other, Ging, Richard Russell will be revealed tonight. So then...where was I? Ah, yes: the two tikes met up, and eventually became the best of friends. But behind this friendship there was jealousy, and turmoil. And one simple day...Ginger decided he no longer wanted to be friends with Richard.
Ginger slowly hangs his head as Hunter continues.
Hunter: But Ginger can't simply tell someone to "bugger off," no. Instead he took Richard by the throat...
Hunter looks over at Ginger, smiles a tad, and then continues yet again.
Hunter: ...and threw him into Neverland, where a dragon of epic waist size proceeded to devour his puny soil. A leprechaun attempted to stop this, but Jeff the Unicorn impaled him with his magic horn of might. And then Jarrett made them all job to Shark Boy. The end.
The fans look on in confusion as Hunter smiles, and eventually so does Ginger. Ginger then bursts into full-out laughter, and he puts his arm around Hunter warmly. By now, even Hunter has a hard time keeping a straight face.
Ginger: Wooooo! That was a good one, Hunter.
Hunter: Thank you, thank you. I've been working on it for a while.
Seeing the two men smile and chuckle, the bright English fans figure out exactly what has been happening, and they proceed to boo furiously. But Ginger figures he'll explain to the not-so-enlightened.
Ginger: Oh we had you good. Here you people thought that there was some big controversy that Hunter had on me. But no. This entire time, there had been only one goal: to show ACW's infinite superiority to Fallout! When was the last time you saw Fallout have something so...fascinating, so controversial?
Hunter: I'd say never.
Ginger: Exactly! We raised the buy rates of Emperor of the Ring much higher than originally anticipated, and I'm more than confident that this was because everyone was so anxious to learn our announcement!
The fans boo loudly some more, but Ginger and Hunter simply shrug it off.
Ginger: And the best part is that we were actually able to get away with it. I knew full well that I'd need a big name, like Hunter here. And he agreed, thankfully. And here I am, basking in the glory!
Hunter: Heh, that makes me sound stupid. I only did it because I was promised...well, I'll let Ginger tell you what I'm getting for this.
Ginger: ...about that.
Ginger takes a careful step away from Hunter, for who knows how he will react?
Hunter: ...what?
Ginger: In so many words, you're not getting anything.
Hunter: ...I'm sorry, would you repeat that?
Ginger: You heard me.
Hunter: I...I'm not...
Ginger: No, Hunter. Didn't it strike you as a little odd that I went to you? You know full well I don't like you, and I know you don't like me. But at the same time, I knew you couldn't resist such an offer.
Hunter turns away from Ginger and slightly lowers his head.
Ginger: All of those embarrassing things I had to put you through...all for nothing. Funny how you said you don't want to appear stupid.
Hunter swings around instantly, his fist flying straight into...air. Ginger is on the outside of the ring, and slowly he begins to back up the ramp.
Ginger: I'm a bit too clever for that. Good luck with Chance, Hunter. You'll need it, since I assure you he won't hold anything back.
Hunter stares at Ginger coldly, but the chairman pays him no mind. He disappears backstage momentarily, leaving Hunter all by his lonesome in the ring. Hunter's eyes look almost completely dead...all of that time wasted. Ginger has some things coming to him, and not all of them will be from Hunter. Hunter refuses to ever let anyone else have the last laugh. The question is...how could he possibly have it now?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:33:46 GMT -5
Segment: Anger Managment? (Credit: Christopher Bryant)
The camera goes to the back where it peeks into an unmarked door left a crack open just enough to see Christopher Bryant sitting on a chair. Bryant opens his duffle bag and pulls out an object. He taps the object and then holds it up to look at it and it is now clear he is holding a needle. He looks around the room and when he notices the door open he gets up and closes it blocking the camera from seeing anything further. As this happens Brian Carnage and Evan Dixon are seen walking down the corridor chatting it up. Just as they pass the door the camera was peeking in Christopher Bryant flings it open knocking over Dixon. Bryant laughs at this event and goes to walk away but Carnage pushes him. Bryant gets in his face and starts breathing heavy.
Bryant: Listen punk, I already proved to you that you are nothing and no where NEAR my league so I am giving you a warning that if you EVER touch me again I will make sure it is the last mistake you ever make!
Carnage: I don't know who the hell you think you are but you have been here for less than a week and you are walking around like you own the place. You haven't proven anything yet, one win doesn’t make you a champ around here so you better learn a little respect before someone slaps it into you....like Jake tonight. Maybe he will bring you down a notch.
Bryant chuckles a little and now Dixon is up and looking pissed too.
Dixon: At first, I was mad that our match got cancelled for the PPV but when they told me you were going to face Jake Cheng, I knew it was a guaranteed loss for you and your big ego so I GLADLY gave up the match.
Bryant: You guys don't get it do you? I am the Model of Excellence. And while you guys are old news...I'm the new breed of wrestler. If you took both of your talents and combined it with Jake, it wouldn't be half of what I have. Charisma, Strength, and Intensity! So stop trying to play with big boys and go back to your little homo date you got going on here.
Bryant laughs and goes to leave but Carnage grabs his arm. The crowd explode with cheers as they support Carnage standing up to the new bully. Bryant stops takes a breath and looks at the hand on his arm as if thinking his stare would make it disappear. He turns and nails Carnage with a right hand straight to the head. Dixon tackles Bryant against the wall but Christopher starts pounding forearms into his back. Just as he gets Dixon down Carnage is back and now lands some hard blows to Bryant's face causing him to stumble backwards a few steps. Bryant recovers and kicks Brian in the mid-section. He grabs Brian by the head and throws him into the wall. Dixon runs at Bryant but Christopher grabs him in a Picture Perfect (Bear Hug) and starts violently squeezing and shaking Dixon. Blood starts pouring from his mouth as Bryant drops him on the floor. He grabs Carnagae now and repeats this attack until Carnage is also bleeding from the mouth. Instead of dropping him though he takes Brian to a food table and slams him through. Just as the table breaks security comes and gets in between the fight. Bryant smiles.
Bryant: I told you not to touch me.
Hethen turns and walks away while medics rush to attend to the two injured wrestlers on the ground and the camera fades black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:34:50 GMT -5
Match 2: Open Challenge The Machine vs. TBA (Credit: Paul Kubbyd) The fans are awaiting the second match of the night, and they are not kept waiting long as “Master of Puppets” blasts through the arena. The lights dim to a red, and Paul Kubbyd makes his way to the ring, accompanied by a chorus of boos. Kubbyd bows at the top of the stage. He walks to the ring in glee. Kubbyd is halfway down the ramp when The Machine shows up on the stage. The Machine takes his time moving to the ring, but somewhat stays in pace with Kubbyd. Paul jumps up on the ring apron and steps through the ring ropes. He grabs a mic from his back pocket.Kubbyd: Hello England ACW fans. Now is the time you’ve all been looking forward too. This is the reason you all bought your tickets, because my Machine debuts TONIGHT. Some poor soul is going to walk down that very aisle. Kubbyd points down the aisle.Kubbyd: they are gonna walk through the ring ropes, and they are gonna stand in this very ring toe to toe with the Machine. They will then proceed to be greeted by a kind of pain that is so brutal, it cannot be expressed in words. McNally: Then quit talking and lets see what this thing can do Kubbyd: Whoever it is that has accepted this daunting task, please come to the ring now, and let my Machine execute the inevitable. The fans wait to see just who it might be that answers the challenge.
“I Like it Loud” by KISS hits the P.A. and Freight Train McMichaelson walks down to the ring. The fans seem somewhat disappointed, but Kubbyd is not. Kubbyd just nods his head and quickly gets out of the ring. Freight Train walks up the steps and goes through the ropes. Kubbyd walks over to the announce booth, sits down and puts on a head set.Kubbyd: How are you guys? McNally: Pretty good til’ you showed upKubbyd: You know, I’ve heard what you’ve said about me Max. You are a perfect example of what is wrong with this company. Edison: Hey, kubbyd, no need for a debate at the booth.Kubbyd; You’re right, it’s about time we witness my Machine. *Bell Rings*McMichaelson comes out in a four point stance, looking to fire on all cylinders. Freight Train charges at the Machine, but the machine ducks out of the way and grabs McMichaelson’s arms from behind, placing Freight Train in a straight jacket hold. Machine jumps and pulls McMichaelson back, hitting a nasty lung blower variation. Kubbyd: That is called the Straitjacket. McNally: Freight Train probably wanted to come out with some hot offense but it has already backfired.The Machine picks Freight Train up. The Machine quickly hits a three quarter facelock russian legsweep. Kubbyd: I dubbed that the Hannibalizer. McNally: WOW Great move by the machine.Edison: Impressive so far.The Machine lifts McMichaelson once again and concentrates on the back. He locks in a Cobra Clutch. The Machine brings down Freight Train with a body scissors. Kubbyd: THAT IS RELENTLESS, INHUMAN, PUNISHMENT, R! I! P! McNally: The Machine has it locked, will Freight Train break the hold?Evidently, Freight Train cannot break the hold, as he taps out to the pain of the R.I.P. The Machine lets go of the hold, and stands in the ring indifferently. Paul Kubbyd stands up and takes a bow, as though he won the match. Kubbyd: Thank You very much! McNally: What did you do?Phillip: Here is your winner, by Submission… The MACHINE!Kubbyd takes off the headset and instructs the Machine to exit the ring. Kubbyd raises his arms in victory, jumping up and down. He guides his Machine in front of him.McNally: Incredible debut for the Machine, as much as I dislike his manager.Edison: That R.I.P. is an impressive finisher for sure.McNally: Indeed, I guess Ginger did know what he was doing in actively attempting to sign the KWI group.Paul Kubbyd and his Machine walk through the curtain to a chorus of Jolly old Jeers.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:35:31 GMT -5
Segment: Stage Fright? (Credit: Shawn)
"Only Nixon could go to China."-- Old Vulcan Proverb[/i][/color]
Our scene opens to the clicking sound of footsteps. Umeko Saito is pacing anxiously in the parking lot just outside of the arena. The crisp night air gives every breath of air she takes form and substance. She stops momentarily only to sneeze divinely. Once done, she resumes her nervous march. All the while, Chance stands behind her menacingly.
Chance: Are you thinking about Hunter?
It's an innocent question, but it's one that causes Umeko to almost lash out.
Umeko: Of course not!
Chance: So, you're still worried about the plan, then?
Chance is answered first by a sneeze, and then by a sneer.
Umeko: It's going to go perfectly. I'm not worried about it in the least bit. I'm just...anxious.
She rubs her hands together to keep warm on this surprisingly chilly night. Once she's finished, she asks a seemingly out of place question.
Umeko: You only met her briefly, didn't you, my Tiger?
Chance: Very briefly. You introduced us the last time she visited.
Umeko: Oh yes... I remember now.
Strangely, Umeko doesn't elaborate on why she asked the question in the first place. Instead, she merely keeps pacing.
Chance: How do you want me to deal with Hunter?
Umeko: I could care less. Use your imagination, my Tiger.
Chance:...
Umeko quickly becomes annoyed by Chance's lack of response. It seems as if she has a lot on her mind, and as such, she has shorter fuse than usual.
Umeko: I said use your imagination! Rip him to pieces if you want to. I don't really care. Are we clear?
Unbeknowst to Umeko, her reaction garners half a smile from her Seventh Tiger. It's probably not the kind of response she'd like, but she probably wouldn't be altogether displeased if she saw it.
Chance: Crystal.
With that, Umeko resumes her pacing as the scene fades slowly unto black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:37:27 GMT -5
Segment: Skeletons in the… (Credit: Shawn)
"Superior ability breeds superior ambition."--Spock[/color][/i]
The scene opens inside the London branch of Chairman Ginger’s office. He’s a lot more appreciated in his home country, and as such, his office is very well furnished. He’s sitting behind a large mahogany desk, and he’s talking to half a dozen men in business suits. He must be in the middle of some sort of meeting.
Ginger: --and then I said, “You can take THAT to the bank and cash it!”
The room erupts with what sounds just like forced laughter. These men are apparently trying to stay on Ginger’s good side. After they recover from their boisterous laughter, one of them steps forward and tries to move things further along.
Businessman #1:Your sense of humor is refreshing, Mr. Chairman!
Businessman #2: This is exactly why you should support our new energy drink! You’re “real."
Businessman #3: Very "real." I think our consumers can identify with that.
Businessman #1: If you support our energy drink, then its will help bot—
Finally, with a smiles of satisfaction, Ginger buckles under the unbridled power of flattery.
Ginger: Well, Gentlemen… I think we have ourselves a deal.
A half a dozen handshakes and a contract signing later, Ginger looks on as his guests file out of his office in an orderly fashion. Once they’re gone, he allows himself on victory spin in his chair. Then, he moves along to the next order of business. He looks to his left, and then to his right…it’s at that point he realizes he hasn’t gotten around to hiring a secretary. So, he gives his lungs some exercise with an inviting shout, if such a thing exists.
Ginger: Ms. Rouge! Ms. Khalida! You may come in now!
Like clockwork, two of Fallout’s biggest starts walk in the room. Sakina comes in first dressed in a modest crème pantsuit. She has a briefcase in her left hand, and she looks like she’s prepared for business. Lilly comes in second, and she isn’t dressed as modestly as her mentor; not by a long shot. She’s wearing a jet black suit with what may very well be the shortest skirt in all of creation. She also has a whimsical, almost seductive look on her face. This is in stark contrast to the way she looked a short time ago. Ginger quietly prays that she’s stopping playing “Hard to Get.”
Ginger: Ahh, it’s wonderful to see both of you again. Please take a seat. We’ll start right away.
Lilly pulls up a chair very close to Ginger, so that they’re face to face. As she sits down and begins to cross her legs, Ginger catches just a glimpse of her purple panties. Lilly catches him in the act, but only gives him a seductive wink in retaliation. Sakina seems to be unaware of the flirtation between the two, and she quickly grabs herself a seat right besides Lilly.
Ginger: I’d just like to start of by saying that you both look absolutely stunning tonight.
Ginger never takes his eyes off of Lilly; it’s almost as if Sakina isn’t even in the room. Lilly just blushes and responds cheerfully to the compliment
Lilly: Thank you.
Sakina: Yes, thank yo—
Ginger: Especially you, Lilly! I just don’t know how ACW’s got on without you…
Ginger doesn’t even hear Sakina, so he doesn’t even realize that he rudely interrupted her. He’s too busy figuratively drooling all over Lilly. Being a man, he also has no clue that he insulted her by over complimenting Lilly. Needless to say, he’s not exactly making Sakina very happy. In fact, it appears as she’s on the verge of yelling…
Sakina: Ahem...
Finally, Ginger adverts his gaze from Lilly’s ample bosom to Sakina’s face.
Ginger: Yes, Ms. Khalida?
Sakina: I’m going to have to get this underway myself, I guess. So, I’ll get to the point quickly: Lilly and I aren’t happy on Fallout. Lilly has been an afterthought in Biff’s mind since she started. He wasn’t pleased with her matches, even though he knew she didn’t have any training. Now that she does, we can barely get her booked on the shows.
Ginger: I see…are you unhappy there, Lilly?
Lilly frowns cutely and responds quietly.
Lilly: Yes.
Sakina: I also want to make an return to active competition soon in the near future. Biff is dead-set against this, mostly due to the fact that he prefers homegrown talent like Adrienne and Violet to people, like myself, who made our names in ACW.
The more Sakina speaks, the more and more Ginger’s grin widens. He has little doubt that he’ll be able to “steal” them both right out from under Biff’s nose. He's not even listening as Sakina drones on and on about just how bad Biff has wronged them both in the past…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:38:24 GMT -5
Match 3: Tables Match Jake Cheng vs. Christopher Bryant (Credit: Jake Cheng / Jack Jefferson) The crowd in Earl’s Court Arena is eager for some more ACW action, and they are about to get it. Arena workers set up four tables around the ring and Philip enter the ring to announce the combatants. Philip: First, from California, weighing in at 280 pounds, which is probably a lot of stones, the man that puts Zoolander to shame, The Model Of Excellence, Christopher Bryant! Philip needs to take a deep breath after that long introduction. “Animals” by Nickleback hits and Christopher Bryant walks onto the stage. The crowd boos at the new wrestler to the ACW business as he poses for them while walking down the ramp. He enters the ring and stares at the entrance, ready for his opponent to come down.Philip: And from Hong Kong, The Trinity, Jake Cheng! Getting mixed reactions from the fans, Jake Cheng comes out to the ring while “Petrified” by Fort Minor plays in the background. He takes a full sprint down to the ring, and approaches the table set up. He leaps onto the table and leaps to the ropes, which stop his great forward momentum.
Bell Rings.Christopher runs at Jake, but Jake jumps down from the ropes. Bryant climbs out of the ring and Jake runs around the ring and climbs back in, Bryant not far behind. Bryant and Jake lock up, but Jake breaks it and dropkicks Bryant, not moving him very far. Jake gets back up and Bryant is already attempting a powerbomb. Jake is in the air, but saves himself by throwing a sharp elbow to Bryant’s forehead. Bryant holds his forehead when Jake lands and quickly comes back with an enziguri the side of Bryant’s head, breaking him to the ground. Jake is already breathing hard as he rises to his feet. Bryant looks up at him from the ground, surprised at the athleticism of Cheng. Bryant gets to his feet and walks over the Cheng, extending his right hand. Jake looks up at him and grabs his hand. Bryant pulls him into left clothesline and the crowd boos at the cheap tactic used by Bryant. Christopher exits the ring and grabs one of the tables. He throws it over the top rope while it is still set up and lands on the opposite side of the ring from Jake, who is still down on the ground. Bryant slides into the ring, taking a great deal of time and he rises to his full height whilst flexing his impressive muscles for the unappreciative crowd. He cockily makes his way over to where Jake is lay, standing over his opponent to look as imposing as possible, and flexes his biceps which prompts a fan to yell “You’re not a model anymore; you’re a wrestler…so get on with it!” Bryant glares at the fan and reaches down to pick up Jake, snapping his head forward as he misses, as look of perplexion crossing his face as he realizes Jake isn’t there. As Bryant spins around he is met by the grinning figure of Jake Cheng who promptly takes Bryant off his feet with his trademark Corkscrew Scissors Kick. Bryant is livid as he rises to his feet, hearing the fans jeering him for being stupid enough not to notice Jake getting up. He roars and charges at Jake, leaping through the air in an attempt to hit Jake with a Flying Clothesline, an attempt that fails. The crowd laughs and cheers as Jake holds out his arms, as if he is a bullfighter baiting a bull. Bryant snarls, feeling he deserves more respect, and once more hurtles towards the figure of Jake Cheng. However, instead of lunging into a move Jake can dodge, Bryant comes to a screeching halt as Jake dodges, hitting him with a powerful Big Boot as he stops moving, barely giving him time to realize his mistake. Christopher Bryant raises his arms above his head but is disgusted by the torrent of abuse that washes down upon him. He wastes little time in taking a hold of Jake’s hair and hauling him to his feet. They lock up and Bryant maneuvers himself so he has Jake positioned for a suplex. Naturally, Jake attempts to hit a suplex of his own, but Bryant’s power is overwhelming as he lifts Jake into the air, holding out one arm to demonstrate his power as he keeps Jake elevated for 15 seconds, before driving Jack powerfully to the mat. Bryant rises to his feet and goes over to the table he tossed in earlier, setting it up properly. He then drags Jake over to the table and hoists him up into a powerbomb position. Seeing the danger Jake squirms, managing to turn it into a Hurricanrana. Jake leaps energetically to his feet as Bryant finds his own, the two men watching to see who makes the first move. It is the less-experienced Bryant who stampedes towards Jake, who uses the big man’s momentum against him to toss him to the outside of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. By the time Jake is on the outside, however, the resilient Christopher Bryant is on his feet already, able to counter Jake’s attempted running attack into a Spinebuster. Bryant heaves Jake up above his head and tosses him, almost effortlessly, into the ring. He grasps the top rope, pulling himself onto the apron and steps through the ropes as Jake catapults of the ropes on the opposite side. He reaches Bryant and hits him with Satellite Headscissors, which, unfortunately for him, Bryant halts half way through and counters into a vicious powerbomb. He keeps hold of Jake, lifting him back up to hit him with a second devastating powerbomb. He lifts him again, Jake at his mercy for the third powerbomb of the ‘Photo Shoot’ sequence, but instead he tosses him from a powerbomb position out of the ring towards a table. Fortunately, Jake’s athleticism comes into play as he is able to twist his body so he narrowly misses the table, which infuriates Bryant greatly. Regrettably, Jake pays a high price for missing the table and staying alive in the match; he lands awkwardly on his left leg, his ankle collapsing underneath him as he tries to get to a vertical base. Seeing Jake unable to get to his feet causes a sadistic smirk to cross the face of Bryant, who climbs out of the ring and makes his way over to the position of Jake Cheng.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:38:48 GMT -5
Grinning widely, he grips hold of Jake’s ankle and uses it to drag him back into the ring, taking care to smash it twice off the turnbuckle as he does so. He smirks as he sets up Jake in the centre of the ring, his left leg sticking out, and bounces off the ropes for momentum. He leaps and he reaches Jake, favoring his right knee, which is on course for Jake’s ankle until he rolls out of the way and up to his foot, hitting a stunned Christopher Bryant with an Enziguri. With his opponent down on the canvas Jake crawls over to the corner, using the turnbuckle to haul himself to his foot, and climbs to the top rope. There he points at Bryant as he stumbles to his feet, leaping to hit a Corkscrew Crossbody Moonsault which Bryant sees and avoids by lashing out with his foot, connecting with Jake’s left ankle with a Big Boot. Jake yelps in pain as Bryant’s foot connects with his ankle and the whole crowd wince, imagining the intense pain Jake Cheng must be feeling as he rolls around on the canvas.
Bryant grins another large grin, knowing that this is his time to strike. He sets up a table close to a turnbuckle and moves toward Jake who is being looked at by the referee. Bryant throws the referee out of the way and moves for Jake but the referee shoves Bryant away. The referee is sent flying by the swift right hook by Bryant. He brings Jake to his feet, although he can’t really stand on his left ankle. He lifts Jake over his head and is ready to throw him on the table until Jake is saved by a guardian angel.
And by guardian angel, I mean BK London. He kicks Bryant in the back, dropping Jake behind him. BK brings Bryant down to the ground with The Revolver, and Jake rises to his feet. Jake looks at BK and pushes him. BK looks at him like WTF but then...
Jake: BK, GET THE TABLES!!!!
The crowd pops but BK sill has that look on his face.
BK: There’s one right here.
Jake: *sigh* Fine, then put him on it, then get me on the turnbuckle.
BK: Yes sir.
BK does what he is told and gets Bryant on the table and brings Jake up to the top rope. Jake taunts and is ready to pounce on his opponent. Only he can’t. He grabs his ankle in pain and Bryant beings to stir. Being the good partner he is, BK pushes Jake off the turnbuckle and Jake flips, crashing into Bryant, breaking him through the table in front of the now conscious referee.
Bell Rings.
Philip: And your winner, Jake Cheng!
BK slides into the ring to help us his partner. He helps him backstage to get him checked up on an opposite note from two years ago; Top Draw will be the deadliest tag team in ACW.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:40:00 GMT -5
Segment: Skeletons in the… (Part 2) (Credit: Shawn)
"Love sometimes expresses itself in sacrifice." --Captain James T. Kirk[/i]
Our scene opens back in Chairman Ginger's office, and it appears as if Sakina's finally done with the speech she was in the middle of when last we left.
Ginger: Oh dear… That isn’t the way to do business. Favoritism is ultimately the undoing of…riff-raff…like Biff Taylor.
With her emotions changing far faster than the weather, Lilly begins to look rather sad. She whimpers quietly, and lays her head in her hand.
Lilly: He just doesn’t make me feel appreciated at all… Like, I’ve been working really, really hard!
Ginger puts a comforting hand on Lilly’s shoulder. He’s not legitimately concerned for her happiness, but he sees this as the opening he’s been looking for since he met her.
Lilly: It makes me feel unwanted…
Ginger: There, there… I can’t do anything to influence how you’re booked on Fallout…
He gently puts his hand on her cheek, and brings her face up so that their gazes meet once again. Sakina can be seen rolling her eyes just at the edge of the shot.
Ginger:…but I do have the power to influence how you’re booked on…Warfare…or Meltdown…
Lilly sniffles and a then lets a bright smile break across her face again. Amazingly, she has stopped just short of crying.
Lilly: Like, you’d give me a chance?
Ginger: Yes, I’d give you a chance…
He then turns and makes brief eye contact with Sakina. For once, he includes her in his “plans” for the future.
Ginger: I’d give both of you the chance you deserve. All you need to do is agree to leave that sinking ship and make the move back to the big leagues. You won’t regret it, I promise.
Once Ginger finishes, Sakina scoots her chair in a little closer and cuts to the chase.
Sakina: I only have a few very simple demands for the both of us. First, I want you to pay twice the amount Biff does for our talent.
Ginger: Done.
Sakina raises her eyebrow slightly; she didn’t think it’d be that easy.
Sakina: Second, I want you to make sure that Sakina receives the tapes of every single show her brother appeared on. I’ve asked you before, and you’ve been slow getting it done.
Ginger: There’s been some confusion with that, but I’ll make sure it gets done myself. That’s no trouble at all.
Sakina: Lastly, I want access to a private jet back to the US, and access to the same private jet any time the company goes on tours like this. Air travel is very inconvenient for me, you see… This would make my life a lot easier. Sakina will be traveling with me, of course.
Ginger’s not so quick to agree to this one. People forget that he’s actually a shrewd businessman when he needs to be.
Ginger: I think the rest of the roster would give you a ha—
Sakina: I don’t really care. I know what I want and you’re not going to talk me out of it. If you agree to my demands, then I guarantee you that we’ll both make a lot of money. If you don’t agree…then I suppose I can stomach working on Fallout. Biff will give me what I want soon enough.
In Ginger’s mind, he needs to do something to Fallout to prove a point. He can’t think of anything better at the moment than raiding its talent pool. He doesn’t plan for Sakina or Lilly to be the biggest, because they’re certainly not… However, he does plan for them to be the start of it. As such, he’s willing to make an investment.
Ginger: You’re a tough negotiator, Ms. Khalida… I think we can arrange for that jet rather easily. ACW has money to spend on our talent…unlike some other companies.
Sakina smiles and offers Ginger a warm handshake. He obliges and once he’s finished, he quickly pulls out two contracts. He passes one off to Sakina rather quickly, but he’s sure to take his time when he gives the other one to Lilly. Their hands touch, and they share a moment together. It’s a moment that Ginger feels is broken all too quickly.
Lilly: I don’t know how I can thank you for this opportunity, Gin—e er… Mr. Chairman…
Ginger: Please, call me Ging—
Sakina: Lilly, do you need a pen?
Ginger can barely contain himself as he quickly rummages across his desk for a pen. He knocks a paperweight off of the table, as well as a rather large stack of papers. This doesn’t phase him in his quest, and he quickly hands Lilly a pen. In all of the excitement, she drops it on the floor. This puts the two in a rather memorable position. Rather than be frightened by the memory, Lilly just giggles.
Lilly: I think I know how I can repay you…
Lilly bends over to pick up the slippery pen, and Ginger’s eyes bug out of his head. Due to the shortness of the skirt, he’s able to get a very good look at her purple thong-clad behind. She gives a playful jiggle, and this puts Ginger completely under her spell. As this occurs, Sakina watches on with a sly smile.
Lilly: Oops, I think it must have rolled under the table…don’t worry…I’ll get it.
Ginger remains motionless as Lilly gets down on all fours and crawls seductively under the desk. Once she makes her way under, nothing happens for a while. The only thing noticeable is the fact that Ginger’s sweating buckets. Suddenly, he gasps as he feels her hands running up his leg. His dream is coming true.
Lilly: Oh Gingy…I can’t find it… I like, think I’m getting closer though.
She giggles like a schoolgirl as she gently rubs the inside of his thigh. Ginger starts to realize exactly what she’s planning, and he likes it. He likes it a lot. Lilly coos to him in-between a few quick kisses to the inside of his thigh.
Lilly: I think I’ve found out where it’s hiding…
Ginger closes his eyes as Lilly slowly begins to unzip his pants. He’s quite aroused right now, and really could care less if Sakina watches on while Lilly “expresses her gratitude.” In fact, he wouldn’t mind if she decided to join in as well.
Ginger: Ms. Khalida, if you want to show your gratitude as well… Then, by all means, feel free to join i—
Before he can finish his sentence, Ginger is faces by a rude awakening. Instead of the soft caress of Lilly’s lips, his "equipment" is greeted by the tight squeeze from her dainty little hand. It's hard enough to take the breath right out of his lungs.
His dream is quickly turning into a nightmare.
Before he can scream for help, Sakina’s left hand is firmly around his mouth. She quickly puts him into a headlock with her other hand.
Sakina: I don’t mind if I do!
Sakina looks down towards Lilly, who looks to be very shaken by the whole act. Her lip is quivering and she’s on the verge of tears.
Sakina: You did great Lilly… You’d make a great actress.
Lilly doesn’t really respond, or even acknowledge that Sakina’s talking to her. She just springs up to her feet, and with tears in her eyes, slaps Ginger across the face.
Lilly: That’s for everything you’ve done to me, you creep!
Sakina: Well Mr. Chairman… I guess you could say that we’ll have to respectfully decline your offer.
Sakina drags Ginger, chair and all, over to the nearby closet. She easily tosses him into the closet, and slams the door shut behind him. Then, she props his chair so that it jams the door shut.
Sakina: Lilly… I’m sorry I put you in this position.
As Sakina turns around, she notices that Lilly is busy crying her eyes out.
Lilly: I’m…I’m…just…I’m just glad that it’s over.
Lilly literally collapses into Sakina’s arms. She hugs Sakina as tightly as she can, and for once, Sakina actually returns the hug.
Sakina: Well, it’s almost over. We just need to get out of here before somebody notices what’s going on. Ginger won’t be happy if he gets out.
Sakina tries to get Lilly’s attention, but it’s all for naught. Lilly is too busy hugging to really listen to anything she says. When she finally gets control of herself again, she tries to make a confession to her mentor.
Lilly: I’ve, like, never been able to say this, but I lo—
Since she’s in a bit of a hurry, Sakina interrupts Lilly.
Sakina: We need to find a place to hide. Let’s go!
She holds Lilly by the hand and briskly leads her out the door. The camera zooms into a shot of closet door shaking as Ginger tries to break his way out. As the scene fades to black, it doesn’t look like he’s going to make his way out anytime soon.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 1, 2006 14:40:44 GMT -5
Segment: Minus Blindfold (Credit: Scott)
Tonight has been eventful so far to say the least, and another huge event is about to take place: a promo with Scott Andrews (self promotion 4TW). He sits alone, in the middle of a two seater, white, plush couch, in a room with a large “X” painted in red on the back wall, stretching from corner to corner. In front of the wall hangs an object unable to be recognised as a sheet covers the body of it. Scott’s red attire contrasts with the white walls of the room and as he shifts his body to ready himself to talk, the comforting symmetry is broken as is the silence. The camera slow zooms as Scott speaks.
Scott: Tonight marks a re-birth of the Light Heavyweight Division. No more lies, deceit, or false champions, because ACW deserves better…ACW deserves, Scott Andrews. Y’see I’ve been criticised, hell who hasn’t, right? But I have much too much criticism to share about one Vince Hall. That punk ass bitch took from me what I worked long and hard for; sacrificed my life for! And he took it under controversial circumstances without thinking twice to just vacate it and have a real, true attempt at grasping what he has since tarnished with a luke warm championship reign. Hey, Vince, if you’re gonna accept winning the title due to a screw job then at least defend it against someone worthy to redeem yourself.
Scott stands and moves around the back of the couch. He stands next to the object, but does not reveal it just yet.
Scott: Vince Hall you are a disgrace to this company; a rash on the face of this industry. You do not conduct yourself as a champion should, and definitely not the way a Light Heavyweight Champion should. The false hope you have given to these fans will be realised this evening as I hold that title in my arms once more. The Era of Scott Andrews begins again, tonight, in my chosen battleground; Ultimate X. Now, you’re probably wondering what’s under this sheet? Well, let’s take a look.
Scott rips the sheet away to reveal a crash test dummy complete with a cut out face of Vince Hall plastered on it’s skull.
Scott: Weird? Hardly. I’m using this to make a point. Y’see this body obviously represents, Vince. And I represent myself, of course, because nobody can replicate me…Now as Vince hangs himself with a noose, I move freely and without restraint, but Vince is choking. He’s choking on his words and he’s choking on his actions. Yes, he promised me a re-match, and he delivered. But what has he delivered to the fans? Absolutely nothing besides upset victories over people who are well above his calibre. Vince, you entered this place with the best intentions and the biggest dreams, and even though you hold that title belt, you don’t hold anyone’s respect. And because of this, there’s gonna be an assassination tonight, and Vince, it’s YOU!
Scott steps back before knocking the dummy senseless with a Headshot. It splits at the seams around the head and the filling falls to the ground along with the rest of the body. Scott stares into the screen as the camera fades out.
FADE OUT.
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