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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:16:08 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Spring Into Hell
Saturday 19th May 2007 Wembley Stadium, London
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------
Chuck the Chair Match Ricky Falco vs Skynyrd
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Santiago Rivera vs Jay Zero
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ACW Entertainment Championship - Scaffold Match Thunderkiss(c) vs Rena Matheson
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Iron Man Match Nick Durden vs. “Astonishing” Adrian Flamingo
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Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune vs. Scott Andrews
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Two out of Three Falls Match Jake Cheng vs BK London
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ACW International Championship Jason Freeman(c) vs Brimstone
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ACW Heavyweight Championship - Steel Cage (No Escape) - Special Ref: BK London Wyvern(c) vs The Senator
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:16:31 GMT -5
Wem-ber-leee, wem-ber-leee…
There can few more iconic venues in the sporting world. Seven years, billions of pounds and an age behind schedule, Wembley Stadium is reborn for the 21st century. And such a magnificent place needs a truly spectacular opening to crown it…
So it’s a good job that, following 120 minutes of football mediocrity, tonight Wembley plays host to a clash of an entirely different kind.
The crew have outdone themselves; about three-quarters of the main stadium is filled with spectators, and the ring has been placed off-centre so that everyone can have a decent view. Movable seating has been set out over the hallowed turf; the effect is one resembling a kind of modern colosseum.
Around the ring there is slightly more space than normal, and four tall steel posts are arranged to support the steel cage needed for the main event; it’s easily as high as the roof of any normal arena. This unique stage is therefore set, with a stage area and screens placed in front of one of the tunnels leading to the pitch, for ACW’s most audacious PPV to date…
In the back, two worlds are brushing past one another. Kevin Anderson looks green to the gills as he sees Charlotte grabbing a world exclusive interview with the Special One, while nearby BK London attempts to convince a confused John Motson that he is not in fact a soccer player. There are even rumors flying about that Roman Abramovitch has opened talks with the Senator to take over the managerial job at Stamford Bridge… but such tales are secondary to the main purpose of the evening.
The crowd is settled, and it’s a lovely, if slightly chilly, evening in the Capital as the arch, the new symbol of a sporting nation, arcs above…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:17:34 GMT -5
Segment: Mirror Image (Credit: Zero) The scene opens up to find Jay Zero walking down a hallway with a box in hand, already decked out in his ring attire. He nods his head, saying hello to several crew workers on his way before stopping at Santiago’s locker room. He knocks several times before being let in by Santiago. Upon opening the door, Jay holds up his bottle of hairspray with a smirk on his face. [/center] Zero: Ready to be Zerofied my good sir? [/color] Santiago Umm. Jay walks right in and places the box on the table then claps his hands and looks at Santiago. [/center] Santiago: What’s in the box? Zero: Santi, this box right here….this little cardboard box contains your future. First off, good, I see you’re not dressed yet for our match. Because first…….your new ring attire! Ha-Haaaa! [/color] Out of the box, he pulls up a Pink vest and pink tights. On the vest, “Ironman” is wrote out on the back and just generic white stripes on the tights. Santiago doesn’t know if Jay’s serious or not, so he just stares. [/center] Zero: I want you to wear those bad boys tonight! Hope they fit! [/color] He crossed his fingers as he says this. Santi picks up the tights then throws them on his chair. [/center] Zero: Next off! Hairspray! [/color] He pulls out his can of hairspray and looks at Santi’s head making an “Oh…” motion with his mouth as he sees the bald head. This kind of aggravates Santiago even more. [/center] Zero: Right…..Yeah, nevermind. Anyhoo! Next…. [/color] He pulls out a mirror and holds it up to Santi’s face, so that he can look into it at himself. [/center] Santiago: A mirror? What’s a mirror have to do with my future? Zero: You’d be surprised, young one. Now, don’t doubt me, just pay attention. Santi, when you look in this mirror, what do you see? [/color] Santiago seems to be confused, as he looks into the mirror staring back at himself. [/center] Santiago: Um…..I…I see me. Zero: No, what you see is the washed down version of you. You’ve been washed down by all the expectations people had for you. Santi, take a good look at the watered down version of you. Because starting tonight, your class officially begins, and come Omega Effect, you’re going to be the greatness which will be the artist formally known as Santiago Rivera!
On that note, I’ll leave you to prepare yourself for tonight……. [/color] He drops the mirror on the couch and looks at Santiago very sly like as he slips past him and out of the room. After his departure, Santiago slowly reaches down and picks up the mirror before looking at himself in it. He then begins to look furiously in it before screaming out and throwing the mirror against the wall smashing it. [/center] Santiago: Who the HELL does he think he is.?! I’m not watered down, I’m great! I’m….I’m……..I’m...Santiago Rivera, dammit! He seems to be huffing and puffing at this point. He walks over towards the wall that he threw the mirror at. His boots crunch the glass beneath his feet and he leans against the wall, burying his head in his arms. [/center] Santiago: Lets see whose watered down after I tear you to shreds tonight, Zero! And with this, we slowly begin to fade out leaving the emotional Santiago to prepare himself for his bout with Jay Zero later in the night. Does Santi have Jay’s days of being an egomaniac numbered? Or will Jay shock the world with his special guest tonight? Well let’s keep on reading. Turn the Page. End [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:18:03 GMT -5
Segment: “Do Not Order this PPV” Credit: T-Kiss
[It’s time for just a simple, good ol’ fashioned promo. You know, the ones where the guy’s logo is behind him and he’s standing in front of the camera rambling about this and that? Ok, maybe you don’t know, because that’s the way they used to do them long ago. Anyway I think its cool, so I am going to start a revival right here tonight for your reading pleasure, henceforth, that’s where we find TK. Preparing for the massive anniversary show looming ahead, TK has just been asked about his thoughts on his match, where he takes on a man many say he emulates, the Predator.]
Thunderkiss: The Predator? If I had a dime for every time someone compared me to that no talent crackerjack, I’d have enough money to buy out every street corner in the red light district! But you see, this is where the FUN begins. Now I have a chance to prove that I am not a copy of an overrated Fallout piece of shit, but something much deeper, better and damn ...just better. Predator, I hope you’re watching tonight, because I want you to listen -
W.C.W.: AND LISTEN GOOD!
Thunderkiss *glaring at Wilcox*: .............
W.C.W.: What?
Thunderkiss: Behind me. Go. Now.
[Wilcox grumbles as he walks behind TK and out of the camera shot.]
Thunderkiss: Where was I? Oh yes? Predator you’re so very, very bad. And I’m so very, very good. ALRIGHT! Can we just stop there people? I swear, you guys pay me a million dollars to say the same shit over and over. Why can’t we do something new or cool?
[The ACW producer is at a loss for words as he has lost all control on Thunderkiss.]
Thunderkiss: What, are you worried because I’m not following your script? People want something new. They want something fresh. THEY WANT ME. Now, we have a nice start to please these said people because you chose me to come out here and talk. HOWEVER - I refuse to fuck meritocracy in the ass by following your stupid promo style. Quote that on a piece of paper and shove it straight up Gingerdude’s ass, or better yet, that stupid Commissioner that has been stenching out our locker room during this fucking tour.
[The pro UK/Dan White crowd begins to boo TK, which leads us to the next subject ...]
Thunderkiss: And speaking of this fucking tour, who’s brilliant idea was that?! I mean I am being put in subpar hotels full of people who go BUOAB AOBABA OABALAI ZLZIZIEK! They follow you around all day long, refuse to wear deodorant and smell to high heaven. And the WOMEN... good LORD, don’t get me started on the women. Every time I think I’m going to sink my teeth into some fine overseas cuisine, I end up getting a face full of bush. A RAZOR BLADE LADIES, BUY ONE. Some don’t even shave their armpits Willy! Did you know that?
W.C.W.: Well, I don’t really mind ..
Thunderkiss *shaking head*: I guess some people will take whatever they can get.
W.C.W.: Hey!
Thunderkiss: I’d bet that Predator guy likes ‘em hairy. And probably smelly too. Again, if you’re listening Pred, by all means, please trade me places. Anything to get me back to the U.S. where I can get some tasty poontang and people who actually brush their teeth. So yeah, that’s what I think of this garbage tour of yours ACW. HEY PRODUCER MAN... WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO TALK ABOUT NEXT?!
[The Producer again says nothing for his mouth is too far on the ground. TK becomes irritated by him and walks up to the camera man and rips the camera right out of his hands. The producer looks at him displaying a look containing .001 percent of authority. TK shoots him a look back that is 100% “get the fuck out of here”. Bye, bye Producer. With camera in hand, TK turns the dials up on his rant even more.]
Thunderkiss: Well, now that I am able to concentrate fully on giving you, the fans of ACW what you so rightfully deserve, lets talk about tonights event. IN THE MAIN EVENT, we have a STEEL CAGE match consisting of our beloved Champion, Wyvern Vs. One of the most boring wrestlers to ever grace our sport, Senator Steve. Now speaking of great ideas, who’s idea was it to put Phillips in a steel cage match? What the FUCK is Steve Phillips going to do in a steel cage!?
W.C.W.: He’ll probably try to straighten the bars!
Thunderkiss: 10 Points for you Wilcox! Ok, you can get back into the camera shot now.
[Wilcox, with a smile on his face, returns to your TV set in living color!]
Thunderkiss: I swear, the cage is going to be so bored that it will pick itself up off the ring and collapse in a suicide attempt. And then what else do we have? BK Vs. Jack Cheng again. For like the 2000th time. Maybe next month we’ll get the “Screw in the Lightbulb” match between these two. KIDS, I’M TELLING YA, WHEN I THROW THE BITCH OFF THE SCAFFOLDING TONIGHT, HEAD TOWARDS THE EXITS, BECAUSE THE SHOW IS OVER!
W.C.W.: Hey TK, did you see Flamingo and Durden are going to have an Iron Match tonight?
Thunderkiss: ..... oh FUCK ME! Don’t tell me I have to sit through that??! Please tell me that my match is before so I can get done and get the hell out of here.
W.C.W.: Um, yeah, .... I don’t know, they haven’t finalized the card, maybe…
Thunderkiss: I seriously don’t know why you people watch this shit. I’m going to my locker room Willy, come get me when it’s time for my match. I’m going to go watch some porn or something. Anything but this.
[Thunderkiss retreats to his lions den while W.C.W tags behind. After watching this promo, fans far and wide have two opinions. One: That it was really awesome and they agree with TK. Or, two: everyone who just watched it became a little more stupid. And I wouldn’t doubt for a minute we’ll find out the general consensus next week when TK’s radio program hits the airwaves ...]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:18:37 GMT -5
Match 1: Chuck the Chair Match Ricky Falco vs Skynyrd (Credit: Ricky Falco)
The fans are sitting in there seats awaiting the first bout of the evening. The crowd pops as they see Philip enter the ring ready to introduce the first competitor for this match.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the Chuck the Chair match. Now, in this match there are no disqualifications and no count outs. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission.
"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth blasts over the arena. A boo is heard as Skynyrd steps out from behind the curtain. He seems to be wearing just a T-Shirt and jeans but is holding a chair in his hand.
Philip: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 280 pounds, SKYNYRD!
Skynyrd continues his path down to the ring, fans are booing him and two people in crowd yell "LYNYRD SKYNYRD RIP OFF" Then a little Freebird chant is heard. Skynyrd doesn't care though as the chant quickly dies down and he enters the ring. He looks back at the entrance way and waits for Ricky.
"Animal" by Mudmen is then heard over the arena. The crowd cheers a little but nobody is coming out from behind the curtain.
Philip: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, RICKY FALCO!!!
Ricky then emerges from the crowd behind Skynyrd. He has a chair in hand as well. He slides into the ring and nails Skynyrd in the back with the chair. Skynyrd doesn't fall, so Ricky hits him again, and a third for good measure.
*The Bell Finally Rings*
Ricky goes for a cover immediately, but Skynyrd somehow kicks out at one. Ricky, looking shocked, decides to use the no DQ rule into full effect. He grabs the chair he hit Skynyrd with and starts stabbing at his leg. Skynyrd screams in pain, but Ricky doesn't let up. He throws the chair down after 5 good hits. He then grabs the right leg of Skynyrd and starts stomping at it. He then starts going for the Athletasizer (Modified Texas Cloverleaf), but while he has his back turned to Skynyrd, Skynyrd grabs a chair, sits up and hits Ricky in the back of the head with it. Ricky goes crashing to the mat and Skynyrd attempts to stand up.
He limps over to Ricky and starts giving him some stomps of his own. He picks up Ricky and sets him in a nearby corner. He starts pounding away at Ricky then turns around and grabs the chair that he hit Ricky with. He tosses it right into the head of Ricky, causing a loud "THUD" to be heard. Ricky falls to the mat, then the referee checks on him. Skynyrd then pushes the ref away and rolls Ricky over, already Ricky has been busted open. He covers Ricky. ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout*
At the last second Ricky was able to get his shoulder up. Skynyrd looks angry and stands up. He walks over to the chair that he threw at Ricky and picks it up. Then he starts heading toward Ricky and places the chair under his head. He starts heading toward the turnbuckle and climbs up onto it. Another person in the crowd yells "FREEBIRD!" Which somewhat distracts Skynyrd, causing him to get into a little dispute between himself and the fan. When he turns around though, Ricky chucks the chair into the skull of Skynyrd. He then unfolds the chair and unfolds another one and sets them up a little in front of the turnbuckle. Skynyrd is in no mans land and looks to be knocked out on the top. Ricky then climbs up to the top and grabs Skynyrd. He lifts him up over his head and nails a massive superplex onto the chairs. The chairs break instantly over Skynyrd's back. A little "HOLY SHIT" chant starts, but dies down very quickly. Ricky crawls over to Skynyrd and covers him.
ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . . TH- *Kickout*
Ricky then leans up on his knees and can't believe it. His face looks to be close to a crimson mask now, and only a few parts of his face aren't covered in blood. Skynyrd then rolls out of the ring to try and regain his state of mind. He leans over the announce table then turns around. When he does Ricky does a cross body over the top rope and into Skynyrd. Both men are down for a while then Ricky gets to his feet. He runs over to Skynyrd, but Skynyrd grabs him and swings him around, hitting a Scrapbuster Slam onto the announce table, which doesn't break. Skynyrd then capitalizes on his fallen foe and grabs a chair from underneath the ring. Ricky crawls on the announce table to try and get off, when just his head is sticking out from the table, Skynyrd smashes the chair in his head. Ricky flips off the table and is laying down on the floor. Skynyrd picks him up and rolls him into the ring.
ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . . T-*Kickout*
Skynyrd looks very frustrated and decides to get a bit more physical with Ricky. He picks him up and powerbomb's him. He still holds onto Ricky and nails a second powerbomb, but when he goes for a third, Ricky grabs the chair he broke over Skynyrd's back earlier and nails him in the face with it. Skynyrd goes crashing to the mat. Ricky slowly gets out of the ring and grabs 3 more chairs and throws then into the ring. He sets one under Skynyrd's head and runs into the ropes, when he gets back to Skynyrd he does a really cheesy dance, then yells "BOWLIN'" and does a leg drop on Skynyrd. But instead of covering him he puts Skynyrd in the Chicago Deathlock (Strangle Hold Gamma).
Skynyrd looks like he might tap but then another masked man comes into the ring and tries to hit Ricky with a chair, but Ricky dodges it and clotheslines the man. The man tries to escape the ring but Ricky grabs him and pulls off the mask to reveal, LEON CHASE! Ricky looks shocked and doesn't know what to think but a clubby blow by Skynyrd from behind makes him forget all about it. Leon rolls out of the ring and stays by ringside. Skynyrd picks up Ricky and Irish Whips him into the ropes, when Ricky comes back Skynyrd tries to go for a Scrapbuster Slam again, but Ricky counters. Ricky then picks up Skynyrd and walks to a nearby chair and does the Falco's Fury Piledriver (Drop to knees, scoop slam piledriver) onto the chair. Leon looks a little worried now as Ricky covers while staring at Leon.
ONE! . . . . TWO! . . . . THREE!
*Ding Ding Ding*
Philip: Here is your winner, RICKY FALCO!!!!
Ricky has no time to celebrate as Leon takes off running backstage. Ricky chases after him as the camera watches him run backstage. About 30 seconds go by then a camera catches up with Leon and ACW Interviewer Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Leon! Leon wait! What are your comments about the match here tonight
Leon stops.
Leon: My comments, you and everyone else will have to wait until Meltdown to here my comments.
Leon then rushes off and gets into a car then drives away. Ricky arrives shortly after the car has left.
Ricky: COME BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH! AGH!
Ricky is angered by what had happened and tries to calm down as the camera fades away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:19:07 GMT -5
Segment: "Spring Into...Nothing" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
A year ago, Rattlesnake was in the height of making BK London look like a fool. After an upset victory and a huge 6-man tag victory, BK London had to prove it was a fluke and he managed to beat Rattlesnake, but not without help.
A year goes by and this time, Rattlesnake has nothing. Any chances for greatness are at an all-time low. Hell, no one has heard from him for a little while. No one knows what he's been doing in his absence.
Maybe he was contemplating what has to be done with Cobra. Maybe he was trying to find something to do at Spring Into Hell. Maybe he was just getting pissed drunk and stayed out of the screen because he'd pull a "Sandman" in front of the fans.
Whatever the reason may be, it's about time his silence ended.
Rattlesnake: I know what must be done. I know what I must make Cobra endure to earn my trust. It won't be easy either. It'll be a difficult challenge for even him. Let's see what he'll be able to do.
Just what was on Rattlesnake's mind? He finally knew what Cobra had to do. Granted it wasn't an easy decision to make, especially with Cobra trying to hold onto some leverage, but he finally made it. The question is, would Cobra succeed or would he fail? That all depends upon him and his willingness to earn Rattlesnake's trust.
Then again, it could be some ploy that he's constantly tried to concoct. That was nothing new, but his actions this time around were. Not once has Cobra tried to act sincere. Not once has he asked for anything. Not once has he tried to make a deal with Rattlesnake.
And yet, even though it could be another attempt at trying to take over, it seems like it isn't. For once, Cobra's actions seem genuine. He seems to be willing to comply with whatever Rattlesnake wishes. Maybe this one time is when Cobra and Rattlesnake can finally be on the same page.
Rattlesnake: It's genius really. I wonder if he'll do it.
Cobra: It's about damn time. I've been waiting, trying to be patient, trying to give you time to consider what you'll decide on. You've had your time. I want to know what's up your sleeve.
Rattlesnake: Not so fast. You'll find out in due time. In fact, you'll find out on Thursday. It seems only fair that I spring this up on you so that you'll have little time to prepare for it. After all, we want this to be on my terms and that's it.
Cobra: Fine. I'll accept that decision. But you better hope for your sake that I earn your trust. You don't want my little secret to just up and disappear with me, now do you?
Rattlesnake: Oh that depends on you. You've always tricked me. How am I supposed to know that this isn't a trick either?
Cobra: It's not. I can promise you that.
Rattlesnake: We'll see about that. Now I would like some time to myself.
Cobra: Why? You don't have a match tonight. You have no reason to even be here.
Rattlesnake: You're right. I don't have a match. But you're also wrong. I do have a reason to be here. It's all too clear what I have to do.
Cobra: And that is?
Rattlesnake: Show a little backbone and support Senator tonight.
Cobra: You can't do anything in the back, you know?
Rattlesnake: For once I agree with you. I can't do anything back here. But that doesn't mean I can't be at ringside in support of him.
Cobra: But why would you do that? Where has he been to help you?
Rattlesnake: Senator has helped me many more times than I can count. If there was ever a time where I owed him, it's now. If there was ever a time where I could help him, it's now.
Cobra: You want a piece of Wyvern, don't you?
Rattlesnake: Of course I do.
Cobra: You want to take a shot at him.
Rattlesnake: Of course I want to. You won't find anyone in the Senatorial Stable that doesn't want to.
Cobra: But you do realize that you can't help Senator tonight. There's nothing you can do.
Rattlesnake: Oh we'll see about that. For once, I'm not going to ringside for my own personal gain. This time I'm going to the ring as the leader of the Senatorial Stable with Senator. Tonight I assume the position I was given and there's no way in hell I'm about to let anyone stop me.
Cobra: What about Wyvern's newest associate?
Rattlesnake: I never thought I'd see that happen. Seeing Kudo do what he did. He lost any respect I might have had for him. Not only that, he's made a serious mistake...a mistake that will be hard for him to recover from. That's his fault and he'll see that his choice will have many consequences.
Rattlesnake sighs.
Rattlesnake: Now go away. I don't need you around right now.
Cobra: Fine. I'll be back on Thursday to see what you have in store for me.
Rattlesnake: Fine.
With that, Rattlesnake sits, waiting for the one moment where he would see Wyvern up close and almost personal since his betrayal. Just what will Wyvern do tonight? Just what will Senator do tonight? But what everyone should be asking is what will Rattlesnake do tonight.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:19:44 GMT -5
Segment: No Pun Intended (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
The camera opens up to Adrian Flamingo in ring gear along with his bodyguard, Mister Jones, searching through the corridors of the backstage area down each and every corridor. Doors were opened, rooms were walked into, boxes were turned inside out, and there wasn’t a hidey-hole un-hideyed. Not the thing you’d expect a wrestler to be doing shortly before his huge Iron-man match with long-time foe, Nick Durden, but sometimes priorities have to take precedence.
Oh yes, in the short time that Nathan, or Kid Flamingo, had been under Adrian’s watchful eye, there have been some notable changes in Flamingo’s behavior. For one, he’s actually spending his time looking for the kid who ran off when he had turned his attention to getting dressed for the match. It’s really true what parents say, they get out of your sight for one second and then they’re gone. What could he say, the kid brought out the inner-mother in him. Other changes were making themselves noticed in Adrian’s personality. In fact, ever since an incident in a park that involved Kid Flamingo temporarily blinding a kid with dirt when they were playing, Adrian’s been reconsidering his in-ring tactics. Now, nothing wasn’t officially set in stone, but his trunks were currently brass knuckle free.
Adrian grabbed Jones shoulder and pointed him down a corridor and whispered something into his ear before patting him on the back and sending him on his way. God only knew where Nathan had run off to, but a little tyke with a vivid imagination and a love of wrestling was loose in a pay-per view arena… they were going to have to split up if they hoped to find him. As Adrian opened up another locker room door and slammed it quickly in disappointment, he turned to notice the camera and seemed a little bit annoyed by its presence.
“Now? You want a promo now? Alright, god damn it, but I’m in a hurry! Tonight I’m brought here to take on Nick Durden in an Ironman Match to end our “feud”. Yes, I say “feud” in a mocking tone because this whole thing is childish and one-sided. I was done with Nick Durden back in March when I beat him in his Asgard Ice Coffin match… but apparently he wasn’t done with me. No, Nick, you’ve been flapping your gums the past few weeks talking about how I “stole” things from you. That’s bullshit and you know it, Durden. The truth is, you’re pissed because I beat you at a match that YOU hand-picked after kidnapping my agent and beating him up. You’re pissed because I made you look like a jackass because a throwback wrestler beat a death-defying next generation athlete at his own game. So, what do you do? You moan and you complain and you mope about how Big Poppa Flamingo has made your life hell. The truth though, Durden, the truth? YOU made your life hell! You fucking dwelled on the fact that I beat you two months ago so much that you’ve totally over-looked everything else I’ve done for you.”
Adrian’s demeanor was very similar to that of the last time he was set to face Durden at a pay-per view. The boas, the ring jacket, and the sunglasses had gone the way of the buffalo, as was his cocky smile and swagger. Adrian was tense, serious, but comfortably calm.
“I saved your ass when I got you out of that tank after your stupid ice coffin match… I come back to try to be your tag team partner… and I even try to get just a normal match with you, just to show that I can be a serious competitor. No, forget all of that, you’d just rather try to be a badass and “destroy” me… the thing is, Durden, you can’t be a badass if you cry over a scrapped knee. No, and you know that, that’s why you went to Andrews last week… that’s why you went to MASAKI… to find out what it takes to be a badass. It’s so funny to hear you hold back your tears and your anger with me, Durden, because when it all boils down to it… I didn’t have a problem with you till you started talking about destroying me. I might be over-reacting, but something like that doesn’t sit right with me. So, you’ve got yourself an Ironman match which is perhaps even more ridiculous than the Ice Coffin match, because this match plays to MY strengths. Durden, with all of your high-flying and acrobatics… do you really think you can go an hour? Boy, my moves might not be as impressive as your’s, but a top rope leg drop takes a lot less out of me than a triple back handspring sow-cow with a uranage back twist split. So, Nicky, I’ve been fine with you and all of your empty threats and promises… but you just couldn’t take the loss and go. I’ve gotten my ass kicked quite a number of times here in ACW, but do you see me trying to “destroy” these people? Do you see me going to Yoko Satoshi for advice on how to kill BK London? No, it’s called being an adult and taking it in my stride. Something you should really consider doing sometime, Nick. If you haven’t noticed, this goes abit bigger than just me and you… it goes to all the fans watching us. For once, consider being a positive example for these kids and grow up! If there is any advice I can give you, it’s that life sucks so you better get a helmet. Win or lose, Nick Durden, I’m finished with you… hell, I was finished with you back in March when I beat you at your own game. I’ve let you talk the talk about how you want to destroy me and end my career and my life… well now, Nicky-poo, it’s time for you to walk the walk! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a kid to find.”
Adrian glared at the camera and stormed off calling for Nathan. He had no idea where he went, but he hoped the kid was alright.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:20:12 GMT -5
Match 2: Santiago Rivera vs Jay Zero (Credit: AK, Zero for ending)
The evening may be just getting into its stride, but already the crowd knows it’s in for a very special night. The next match sees a simmering rivalry brought to the boil, and the fans are hoping for a memorable encounter as Philip enters the ring.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a singles match set for one fall. Introducing first, from Syracuse, New York, he is the Iron Man… Santiago Rivera!
"Orgasmatron" by Motorhead hits as lights of all colors flicker and zoom around the stadium, and there is an enormous reaction as Santiago comes out. He looks extremely pleased to be back in the spotlight, and strides with a quiet confidence to the ring to await his opponent.
When Santiago completes the journey, “Simple Man” plays, and the crowd starts to boo, the sound resonating all around.
Philip: And his opponent, from Portland, Maine…. Jay Zero!
Jay walks out as if he owns the place, quite a feat in such a large venue. He makes his way to the ring, pausing to fix his hair with spray before tossing the can into the crowd; upon entering the ring, he and Santiago share a timeless staredown before the referee separates them. Satisfied that all is in order, he calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
The London crowd contains a lot of long-time ACW fans, and so there is considerable anticipation for this match between the young gun and the returning ACW stalwart. Santiago looks right at home with the big crowd, and makes a strong start by blocking Zero’s initial attack and then demonstrating his raw power with a flurry of forearms, leading into a textbook powerslam. Zero jumps up, only to get a big boot to the face from the Iron Man, and the crowd pops a bit for the classic Santiago style.
Zero seems less than impressed by the favour shown to Santiago, and as Santiago moves in to grapple, Zero instead slaps him across the face and then hits him with a kick to the ribs. The crowd doesn’t like Zero’s attitude, and boos; Zero just flips them off, and hits Santiago with a couple of closed-hand punches. The referee frowns, but this seems barely to bother Zero; what does bother him is when Santiago recovers quickly and pulls off a stalling vertical suplex. Santiago pins, but Jay bristles with anger and kicks out well before the 2 count.
Some of the fans in the front start chanting “Santi, Santi” as Santiago winds up for a clobbering haymaker on Zero. Much to their disappointment, Zero evades it and then uses a leg sweep to bring Santiago down to the mat. He attempts to apply the Blinded Faith (Cobra Clutch) from a grounded position, but Santiago is insufficiently worn to be restrained by the smaller man, and is able to get free without too much difficulty. He can’t get up quite as quickly as his opponent, however, and Zero takes advantage of this to lead into the Head Butt, stringing together three jabs and a knee to the groin before delivering a leaping facebuster, driving Santiago’s face into his groin. The solid cup protects Zero, but is extremely painful for Santi; the crowd boos as Jay turns him over and makes the pin. The referee counts, 1…2- Santiago kicks strongly, and gives Zero a look which suggests he’ll repay the younger wrestler for that particular experience before the match is over.
With the first flush of the match now exhausted, both men start to look toward their longer game. No one is quite sure just how much stamina Santiago has; Zero, on the other hand, has no intention of letting this match go on for longer than it pleases him to continue. He evades several swinging punches from Santiago, moving himself steadily toward the ropes, and when Santi gets close enough, Zero jumps on to the second rope and springboards over the top of Santiago, grabbing his arm as he passes to then throw his opponent over his shoulder on landing. There is a bit of a pop for this impressive move, but Zero immediately erodes any budding goodwill toward him by stomping Santiago perilously close to the groin. Santiago recognizes when he’s at risk from Zero’s complete lack of ethics, and rolls the short distance to the edge of the ring to the outside.
Zero sees Santiago, and taunts his opponent with some choice words; Santiago glares, and gets up on the apron, but Zero shoves him back down and stalks the edge of the ring. Santiago sees that Zero is trying to discredit him by getting him counted out; that’s not something Santiago will allow, and this time when he gets on the apron he refuses to be pushed around and a hand-to-hand battle breaks out. With the ropes restraining Santiago’s movement, Zero is able move back and forth, making Santiago waste several shots; with the referee still counting, Santiago has to get back in the ring, and he manages it by taunting Zero himself and then sidestepping as Zero swipes at him. Santi nips back into the ring, and suddenly Zero’s the one in trouble…
Santiago has his foe quite literally on the ropes, and he shows his displeasure with a string of chops and stiff kicks. The crowd cheers as Santi sends Zero over backward with a huge static clothesline; Zero’s reflexes save him, and he holds on to the top rope, recovering to stand on the apron as Santiago walks away with his back to him. Zero barely has the word “Coward” on his lips when Santiago springs the trap; he spins around and thunders across the ring, leaping up in front of a stunned Zero to perform the Dance of Death (Tidal Wave / Springboard Enziguri. Zero tries to avoid it, but only ends up facing away from the ring so that the impact carries him backward; he lands with a crash on the announce table, which somehow is robust enough to take the impact without collapsing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:20:40 GMT -5
Ignoring the protestations of the announcers, Zero rolls off of the table with a pitch-black look at Santiago. The referee has been distracted by the kerfuffle on the outside, and Zero uses this to delve under the ring and pull out a chair. He slides it into the ring; Santiago takes a defensive position, but the referee sees the chair and acts to remove it, picking it up and passing it to an official on the outside. At the same time, Zero appears on the apron with a second chair; the crowd boos as Zero re-enters, and Santiago readies himself for an attack – but instead, Zero throws the chair straight at Santi, forcing him to catch it to protect himself. At once Zero tries to attract the referee’s attention; Santi realizes what’s going on and quickly throws the chair away somewhat wildly, causing a section of the audience to duck (fortunately it hits the protective barrier instead. The referee just barely fails to see Santiago with the “incriminating” evidence, and the crowd jeers Zero for his underhanded tactics as Santiago smirks, and decides that he’s has enough of Zero’s games.
Having failed to get Santiago counted out or disqualified, Zero is running out of options. For his faults, he does not lack skill or guts, and the crowd is captivated as the two men clash in the centre of the ring, each determined to prove themselves by conquering the other. For several minutes, there’s nothing to separate them; they use every inch of the ring, and the crowd is hooked on the intensity of the contest. The next turning point comes when Santiago scores a glancing blow to Zero, and is able to get behind him; he locks in a full nelson, and holds Zero robustly, working over his neck and shoulders with a patience that contrasts heavily with Zero’s anger at finding himself in such a situation. The crowd claps as Santiago lives up to his “Iron Man” name, and only when Zero’s fury bubbles up to its peak is he able to break out. Santiago doesn’t waste a second; he lifts Zero up, aiming to chokeslam him and wreck his neck and back, but Zero shouldn’t be underestimated; he plants his feet on Santiago’s chest and flips backward to break free, causing Santiago to stagger back into the ropes.
With his emotions making him strong, Zero rushes at Santiago and leaps up into his famed satellite headscissors, rotating a full three times before completing his combo with an armdrag as Santi is thrown. Santiago lands hard, jarring his own neck, and seeing him down Zero sidles over and makes a cocky, one handed pin. It’s not the smartest move; the referee nearly hits three, but Zero’s smirk is wiped off his face as Santiago’s hand shoots upward and grabs him around the neck. As Zero struggles, Santiago grasps him by the waistband of his tights, and elevates him over his head in a memorable display of strength as he stands up, finishing with Zero held high and horizontal. With a yell, Santiago shifts Zero in one smooth movement into a vertical position and then hits the Suicide Cutter (vertical suplex to Ace Crusher); the crowd roars, and everyone counts with the ref, 1….2…-
Zero kicks out on a mixture of pure will and pure anger, and no one can deny his tenacity. Even Santiago looks a little impressed, but he’s not about to let Zero off the hook for his previous actions, and he stands up, pulling Zero with him with the intention of finishing the match. The second they are both standing, Zero knees Santiago in the groin; the referee doesn’t see it clearly, but twigs that something underhand is going on and forces the two men apart. Santiago’s own anger is now palpable, and he storms forward, battering Zero with chops and forearms. The fans yell for something big, and Santiago is more than ready to oblige; he lifts a dazed Zero for the Black Pearl Bomb, but once again Zero has a counter at the ready, and twists around to produce a hurricanrana. It lacks pure power, but buys Zero valuable time; Santiago and Zero are sent in opposite directions.
Becoming increasingly frustrated, Zero jumps over the ropes and gets on to the turnbuckle as Santiago runs toward him. Without pausing, Zero leaps into the Plague (Inverted Hurricanrana); this time the move is at full potency, and Santiago slams into the canvas. Zero goes for the cover, 1…..2….- but Santiago kicks, and smiles a little as he sees the look on Zero’s face; Zero clubs him with a fist in the side of the head and pins again, but the referee refuses to count after the illegal strike. Zero loses his cool, and gets in the referee’s face; Santiago stands, and just regards his opponent coolly, as if he’s anticipated this reaction. He moves in behind Zero, causing the crowd to yell out…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:21:17 GMT -5
Zero turns and ducks as Santi aims the Iron Palm at him; smirking, Zero pops up – but to his shock, Santi did not commit any real power to the first strike and has twisted around. The second, real blow comes like a piston, and Zero staggers backward before his legs buckle. He battles to stay upright, and now Santiago is in his element; he stalks Zero, and uses his “bow and arrow” variation to really rub it in. Zero falls, and Santiago is about to cover… but then shakes his head; he wants a really big finish to underline his dominance. Oblivious, Zero struggles back up slowly, the sound all around him adding to his disorientation. Santiago is now stalking to the dazed and confused Zero in the middle of the ring. Zero is looking out into the crowd, trying to comprehend just where he is at the moment before spinning around to be grabbed around the throat by Rivera. Zero starts gagging, gasping for air and in a struggle of defense, with everything he has left tries to kick Santi, but the much bigger man, size wise, grabs the leg. McNally: This could finally be the end of Jay Zero after the long, back and forth battle between these two! Santiago is just taunting his “Teacher” now. He continues to stare into the eyes of his mentor, choking every inch of life out of him before the referee tries to make him release the hold. Instead of doing so, Santiago hikes Jay high up into the air, signaling thousands of camera flashes as he nails Zero with the Black Pearl Bomb. The ring shakes, the ropes bounce, and the crowd goes wild. Jay lays in the middle of the ring, dead, as does Santi. Edison: The Black Pearl Bomb! This has got to be over now, Rivera’s done it!
McNally: But….—Wait! It looks like Santiago has the wind knocked out of him, too! It seems that the Ironman has just ran out of energy! As the crowd eggs Santi on to get up, the referee checks on both of them. He says several things to Jay, but there is no response, he’s out cold. The referee then decides to try Santi who spits out a couple of words which makes the referee shake his head and begin a count. 1…………………….2……………… Jay doesn’t stir a bit. ……………3…………………. Santiago’s legs begin to move a bit….Then his arms. ………..4…………………………………5 He uses his strength to slowly, sloooowly pull himself over to the ropes. ……………………..6…………………………………………7 The crowd is going crazy, cheering Santi on. He grabs the middle rope and pulls it down, using it to lift himself up. ……………..8! The referee doesn’t want to end it this way, obviously staring at Santiago’s every move. But then, there’s an interruption at the top of the stage. ”Santi! Santi, it’s me!”
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:21:40 GMT -5
……………………..9!!! The referee looks up at the point to the stage, somewhat forgetting about Santiago, and this tiny delay is what saves the entire match as Santiago pulls himself fully up, leading to the arena nearly erupting. Yet, their attention becomes divided again. “Santi! Look at me! I’m….I’m here for you!” Edison: Who the hell is that?
McNally: Could that be the “Surprise” Jay was talking about? Santiago, still leaning on the ropes turns over to the stage to see who’s calling him. Then, with a burst of emotion, his face goes from tired and shriveled up, to shock. His eyes enlarge about 3 times their normal size. During this exchange of looks, the crowd is still left in the dust as to who this is. “Santi, I’ve finally arrived! I’m here in ACW! I’m here for YOU, son!” A “What?” is heard in the crowd as the man who is now distinguished as Santiago’s father walks down the rampway. Santiago stumbles over to the ropes that are facing the entrance way. He continues to just stare at his father. McNally: Oh my….
Edison: It’s….It’s Mr. Rivera! He keeps walking towards the ring, leaving Santi still full of shock, thinking he’s sleeping. He starts smacking himself in the head several times as the referee walks past him and exits the ring. During this entire exchange, Jay Zero slowly begins to stir in the ring, noticing the opportunity. Mr. Rivera is stopped by the referee at this point in which the ref begins to tell him that he needs to stay back from the ring and stop causing a distraction to the athletes. The crowd tries to warn Santiago now, but it’s too late as the ever so sneaky Jay Zero uses whatever he has left to crawl over and lay one hell of a low blow on Santiago, making him double over in pain. Zero then falls back to the mat in exhaust. Edison: Low Blow! The crowd erupts in boos, which catches the attention of Santiago’s father. Mr. Rivera then pushes past the referee and runs towards the ring where he is grabbed and yanked back by the ref. He warns him one more time, and then looks in the ring to find Jay slowly making his way to his feet after the cheap tactic. He shakes his head and slides back in. Jay stumbles towards Santiago, bends over, and slowly begins to pull him to his feet. With everything that he has left In him, he yanks him up onto his shoulders, gets a running start and nails Santiago with the Zero Darkness, dead in the center of the ring as the crowd boos more. McNally: Zero Darkness! I hate to say it, but folks, this could be the end of it! Jay slowly drags himself over, laying one hand over the body of Santiago and ref slides down to make his call. 1…………..2…………..3 The referee signals for the bell as Jay just remains laying on top of Santiago. Ding Ding Ding! “Hardcore Superstar” by Simple Man” hits the P.A. and a look of disappointment is in both the eyes of the entire crowd, and Mr. Rivera. Mr. Rivera slides into the ring as Jay slowly rolls off of Santiago. Jay rolls out of the ring where the reality begins to kick in and he laughs. Philip: Here is your winner by pinfall………Jay Zzzzzzzzzzzzeroooo! Jay continues up the rampway, looking back in the ring as the referee meets him and holds up his arm. Jay then pushes the ref away and continues to back track up the ramp, yelling out “Lesson Number 1 has just been taught!” to Santiago who has slowly sat up by now. Jay turns around and continues to gloat to the crowd as he makes his exit. Santiago clenches his fists and punches the mat before pulling himself up very fast, nearly double over from dizziness.
He stops and stares at his father for about 10 seconds and then continues walking, sliding out of the ring and pounding on the apron. Mr. Rivera looks confused as to why his son gave him such evil, dirty looks. He walks over to the ropes as his discouraged, irate son, Santiago stomps up the rampway, having to listen to Jay’s music on the way out.
The scene now slowly starts to fade, about to cut to commercial.End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:22:10 GMT -5
The Desolation Chronicles: Chapter 3 – Trapped (Credit: VorteX)
Lighting flashed. Across the land thunder rolled like tumbleweed blowing through a deserted town. The flashes ripped through the night (was it really night?) sky, scattering the heavy clouds and bending whatever shallow dead trees were left in the land. The rain poured from the sky as if God had turned the proverbial hose on full blast and was showing no signs of turning it off. It splashed to the ground barley making a dent in the land; any crop of value had been long dead and wasn’t coming back.
I remember waking to the sound of methodic tapping. I was lying on the concrete floor of my basement, the hard cold feel of it waking me from my dead sleep. My face clung to the concrete, as I was still sticky from sweat. The tapping continued, I sat upright and looked around the darkness, vague details of furniture and fixtures loomed like monsters in the black void that surrounded me. For a startling moment I had no idea when or why I was put down here, but my fleeting memory soon came full circle. Where was Jed? That’s the only real question that mattered at this moment, that man took my family and could easily kill me at moment’s notice. As If I had asked the question aloud the answer was revealed to me. The basement lights were at once thrown on and the animal was revealed, sitting on the unfinished wood steps that lead upstairs.
Lightning again ripped through the sky, as Jed sat there looking at me. His eyes seemed to pierce through me as if he hated me, but for some reason could not bring himself to finally end this. He started laughing again, little droplets of spit flying from his chapped lips as he laughed in disdain at me. “You’re awake.” Those are the words he said as soon as he came to his wits, well at least as close as that man could come to wits. “You know, I din want to do what I done did. I dun told you before God wasn’t givin’ me no child.” I looked at him not quite sure what to make of this at first, but then the words came. “Why, why did you do this to us? What did we do to you?” Those were the only words I could think of, the only questions that mattered at this point. “What you dun did was be happy. You an yer family sittin over here all high and mighty like yer the good Lord himself.” Back then I didn’t know what that meant, but now that I look back I can see what fueled this whole ordeal…jealousy. “Now, see what I done is real bad. Of course no one round’ these parts gives a damn about that, but if anyone outside of our little ‘town’ here got word, well I’d be put away for a good long time.”
He got up, still brandishing that weapon he had used earlier to enter the house with, and what he was tapping against the stairs when I awoke. He twitched a little, obviously very unstable. “See…see I don’t know what to do with you. On one hand, I think I should raise you right…take you from a little brat to a God fearin’ man. On the other hand…” As this sentence trailed off he raised the weapon and through it at me as hard as he possibly could. If I hadn’t ducked, brain damage was certain as those flying nails of death would have done serious damage. “I COULD KILL YOU!” He started laughing again this time maniacally, shaking and spitting everywhere. His eyes had become very cold, speaking at this point would mean certain death. So quiet I stayed, and very still as he walked past me and picked up his weapon.
He stood behind me for a moment, and then revealed more startling news to me. “I’m thinkin’ I should take you home with me, but then some folks may be too suspectin’. So your going to stay down here, possibly for the rest of yer miserable life.” He walked in front of me and stared directly into my eyes, speaking in a flat tone of voice and dead serious. “You even attempt to leave this here house, and I will personally impale you on this here stick and burn what’s left, you hear?” The obvious impulse was to run, but thankfully I stayed put or who knows if I’d still be living today. “I’m gonna come everyday, and feed you and the like, but your under my control now…no more school, no more friends, and no more books.” I’d been reduced to a prisoner in solitary confinement with one hell of an insane guard. What struck me as odd is that I wasn’t allowed to even read anymore, a simple act as taking in knowledge reduced to a crime punishable by a very unpleasant death. “If you dun don’t listen to any of these laws you know whats gunna happen to you…so imam warn you one last time, heed my authority.” With that he turned and left, shutting the lights off behind him and slamming the door. The lighting still ripped through the sky and the rain still poured, but the world had suddenly become very lonely.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:22:57 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Championship - Scaffold Match Thunderkiss(c) vs Rena Matheson (Credit: Ross Lambert)
As the feed comes back to the main stadium, it can be seen that the crew has erected the scaffold for this match using the struts of the cage-supporting structure as the foundation. It’s a neat and effective solution, and the fans calm down a little as Philip begins the introductions.
Jones: The following contest is scheduled a scaffold match where the winner is claimed after scoring quite literally “One Fall”, the combatants will fight until one combatant plummets from the scaffold and the winner will be crowned ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION!
The crowd pop at this.
I come from Bed-Stuy, niggas either do or they gon' die Gotta keep the ratchet close by Someone murdered, nobody seen, nobody heard it Just another funeral service Niggas will get at you, come through shinin' they yap you In broad day light kidnap you[/I]
Suddenly, out steps Rena to a mixed reaction from the crowd, some clap and cheer while others hiss from cupped mouths despite what Rena has gone through in the past month. Rena walks slowly down to the ring, taking in all of the crowd reaction, slapping hands with the crowd, a look of fear spreads across her face as the scaffold enters her view, she stops to observe the height of the scaffold with her jaw dropping in awe.
Feds get clapped too, police stay on us like tattoos Niggas only grind cause we have to Money is power, sling crack, weed and powder Fiends come through every hour S'all about that dollar and we nuh deal with cowards
She shakes off the shock and continues to the ring, slowly walking around the ring until she reaches a side of the scaffold, she slowly ascends the ladder, solid grip on it.
Weak lambs get devoured by the lion In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble The weak fold and crumble, it's the land of trouble Brooklyn, home of the greatest rappers BIG comes first, then the Queen comes after
Now put ya lighters up Bed Stuy put ya lighters up New York put ya lighters up DC keep puttin' ya lighters up Philadelphia put ya lighters up[/B]
Phillip Jones: Introducing first… from New York City… weighing in at 153 pounds…. RENA…. MATHESOOOONN!!!
McNally: Well the fued between Rena and Thunderkiss has reached boiling point and now it comes to this… a SCAFFOLD match!
Eddison: Oh man, oh man, oh man this is going to be AWESOME!
McNally: Calm down we’ve not even started yet!
Rena turns to the entranceway and quakes in anticipation, this is not going to be an easy win for her.
Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home
*The lights dim and silhouettes from two stripers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway.*
Just an urchin livin' under the street, hard case that's tough to beat I'm your charity case, so buy me somethin' to eat, I'll pay you at another time Take it to the end of the line
*He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring.*
Ragz to richez or so they say, ya gotta-keep pushin' for the fortune and fame It's all a gamble when it's just a game, ya treat it like a capital crime Everybody's doing their time
Phillip Jones: And… from Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 299 pounds…. He is the reigning Entertainment Champion… THUNDER KISS!!!!
*Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the scaffold as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up around the ring. Upon reaching the ladder his huge hands grip the edges and he storms up, Thunderkiss takes command of his half of the scaffold making a statement that THIS is his house."
Take me down to the paradise city Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty Oh, won't you please take me home
The bell rings as TK advances on Rena, mouthing off about Thundering Up and how Rena felt “The Thunder” first hand, Rena backs slowly as TK advances to Rena, TK raises both arms yelling “Come on! Fight me!”
McNally: A barrage of words here by Thunderkiss to try and RILE Rena.
Edison: Who cares what he’s saying McNally, one of these combatants is going to plummet to the ring and all in the name of the Entertainment Championship!
Rena glances back at the scaffold edge to see the ladders have been removed, she stops, takes a deep breath, gulps and runs at TK punching TK into the face, TK stumbles back slightly, before looking at Rena who’s confidence seems to have shifted.
TK: “Come on Rena, start taking your vitamins and Thundering Up every day and maybe you’ll be able to do better than that!”
Rena launches at TK again but with 2 strikes and a knee to the gut, the action now on the center of the scaffold.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:23:22 GMT -5
TK: Face it you dumb bitch… I AM…
TK does a little star jump to spread his legs ready to pose, he flexes both muscles.
TK: The ULTIMATE MA-
Rena throws a swift kick hitting her target head-on, a swift kick to the thing that shook Rena’s life. TK stops posing, he falls to one knee, clutching himself where a man hurts most, Rena’s trademark smile spreads across her face but TK quickly rises with a dark look across his face.
TK: You… you CUMSLUT! How DARE you disgrace “The Thunderjewels” with your slutty ass!
TK’s face turns crimson as he storms for Rena’s throat, he jumps, pins her down and begins cutting out her oxygen, clawing at her throat but Rena, like the panther she is hits devastating kicks to the mid section and begins trying to claw at the face of TK, scratching away at his face, as the breath draws thin Rena becomes all the more rabid, she grabs a hold of his eyes digs her nails in, TK screams out and backs off, he can’t see anything and Rena leaps up before running at TK and hitting a Jumping Forearm to the back of the head.
TK stumbles around before falling on his face, Rena jumps on the back of TK and begins clawing at the back, she sinks her nails in and pulls down very hard before hitting repeated punches to the back. Rena feels a rumbling where she’s sat and suddenly, TK is doing push-ups while Rena is clawing his back, TK pushes himself up to his feet, Rena flying back to her side of the scaffold.
TK turns around and dusts himself off, his face has cooled down and he wipes his eyes, looking at Rena he yells out.
TK: Hey… that was pretty kinky Rena, I never knew you were into the whole “Pain” game.
Rena picks herself up looking at Thunderkiss, Thunderkiss is smiling at this whole thing, Rena runs at TK but stops to think.
Rena: Come on TK! You want me you big headed freak? Come get me!
TK is not one to turn down a challenge and so he jumps at Rena, Rena swerves out the way and kicks TK in the back, TK drops down and his face turns colour to a darker shade. TK gets up and spins around to a kick to the face from Rena, TK falls back to the edge and Rena looks to finish it with a Chick Kick but TK lowers his head before throwing up to Spear Rena down, Rena split leg leaps over TK and TK flies forward onto his face, Rena spins around as smiles as TK gets up, his face going a light pink.
TK goes once again and thunders at Rena, Rena slips through TK’s legs, nip-ups spins around at the same time as TK and BOOM! CHICK KICK! CHICK KICK!
TK is caught head on and he flies to his back, TK rolls onto his side and is near the edge, the crowd pop for the Chick Kick, Rena is dazed from the sheer impact of her own move. She drops to one knee and then thinks to act now but she’s too late as TK sits up, veins popping out of his neck his face crimson red again, TK gets up and thunders at Rena as she looks shocked, Rena goes through the legs again but TK drops down expecting and begins choking the life out of her again, Rena tries to stop the choking but she realises it’s futile and puts her hands in her pockets, she ruffles around looking for something and eventually pulling something out as the crowd pop.
Edison: DAAANGEROUS!
McNally: Wow! She’s not going to… is she?!
Whatever Rena grabbed she throws right into the face of Thunderkiss and TK stumbles back like crazy nearly falling off twice, Rena is holding a Monkey Wrench!
Edison: My God! Rena just smashed him across the face with that Monkey Wrench and this could be it!
Rena nips-up and runs at TK, dropping the spanner, Rena looks for another Chick Kick but TK CATCHES!!
Edison: OH MY GOD! TK has Rena at a critical weakness! What will he do?!
TK pulls Rena in and lifts her up for… THE HEAVENS DOOR!!! Rena is nearly 15 feet high! Rena quickly slips off just in time and is behind TK, she goes to hit a Low-Blow and connects! TK spins around and this time Rena goes yet again for the chick kick but TK runs under and holds her up for the Firemans Carry Position and then once again.. HEAVEN’S DOOR! HEAVEN’S DOOR!
Edison: DAAAANGEROUSSSS!!!!
Rena flies off the scaffold and plummets to the ring below, falling on her stomach she makes a nasty smack across the ring as a Holy Shit chant breaks out! Thunderkiss drops to his knees realizing blood has trickled down his face from the Monkey Wrench shot.
Jones: Here is your winner…. And STILL Entertainment Champion…… THUNDERKISSS!!!!!
McNally: Is Rena still alive?!
Edison: I’m not sure! EMT’s are rushing to the ring after that Heaven’s Door!
EMT’s flock the ring and try to roll Rena out of the ring as TK poses before looking down at the fallen Rena, he spits off the scaffold, the ball of saliva hitting Rena’s back. The ladders are clipped to the scaffold and TK climbs down while Paradise City blares out in the background. TK enters the ring and leaning over the fallen Rena, Rena’s been rolled onto her back, she’s still breathing but her eyes are completely glazed over Rena’s hand reaches up to TK before dropping again and TK is soon pulled away by EMT’s, TK rolls out of the ring and heads out of the arena as the crowd are in stunned silence.
[End]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2007 14:24:56 GMT -5
Segment: “The Explanation and the Instigation” (Credit: Kudo)
A newly remixed version of Takashi Sorimachi’s “Poison” rocks the arena speakers and the London crowd unleashes a grand display of boos and gestures at the prominent light heavyweight. Kudo dons the usual ARMADA flag around his neck and has on a black vest. He is also lacking in the hair department though, as his head has been shaven from a foreign match in the MLWA. Together with his sunglasses, he looks a lot like The Rock, post-era. Kudo steps into the ring with a serious and confident look on his face, something that hasn’t been seen in some time.
The fans continue their boos but there is still the die hard Kudo fan base scattered around the audience with their heads shaved in support. They are in a clear minority. Kudo grabs a mic from the outside and looks out at the foreign crowd as they get louder and louder. A flashback video clip of his betrayal last Warfare played on his way into the ring, and the crowd is now set up and waiting for the explanation.
Kudo: The Rudo has arrived, and I’m bringing a storm of devastation with me.
*Boo!*
Kudo takes off his sunglasses and stares out into the crowd.
Kudo: Look into my eyes and you don’t see the same person of last week, last month, or even last year. I have completely renewed my desire in and out of the ring, and what you saw there on that monitor was just the beginning of the crisis ACW now faces with Starkweather, Wyvern, and myself.
The crowds’ boos mount after each successive name.
Kudo: Oh, but how could I forget Miss Crisis herself…
The fans turn to the entrance ramp, and Umeko Saito stands there and waves playfully at Kudo, jarring the fans into more heat. The crowd builds up in unison and quickly starts up a “YOU’RE A BITCH!!!” chant at Umeko. Kudo merely grins and continues.
Kudo: You’ve been expecting an explanation and now I’m going to give it, granted that you all shut the hell up right now.
*Boo!*
Kudo puts his sunglasses back on and points towards Umeko.
Kudo: You take a look at that lady over there and you may see one thing, but I look at her right now and I see the bridge of opportunity to the Kudo of former, and the reborn Kudo of now. Now Miss Saito, Starkweather and I have had our share of altercations in the recent past, but it took all of that for me to realize her brilliance. It really is amazing the things you begin to see when you open your mind to a little sensibility. You see, Miss Saito opened my eyes and showed me that there was so much for me to gain, and that I don’t have to build up for the future, because I have the means and the goods to take the reigns right here in the present. Confidence is something that I’ve questioned for the first time in my life these past few months, but I’ve realized now that the best place for me is with people that have shown me the light that has been dimmed on me for so long. I’ve decided to take my stand, and I’m doing it right now.
Umeko lets loose a sly smile proud of what has come about. The fans think otherwise and try to start a “YOU STILL SUCK!” chant, but it gets jumbled up early and Kudo cuts them off.
Kudo: Listen to yourselves trying to use the English language and horribly butchering it. Stick to what you know best, your crumpets and tea, which by the way is bland filth compared to the Japanese kind!
*Boo!*
Kudo: Like I said before, I’m bringing a storm with me and we’re going to go through ACW with hammering force!
Random crowd member: You’re bald!
The rest of the audience laughs as cameras and mics catch the stray insult. Kudo takes his sunglasses back off and stares at the heavyset man in the second row. Cameras zoom in on him and as he realizes he’s on TV, throws his arms up and nods his head defiantly.
Kudo: Look at this hippo. Look at the skill with which he manages to wear that Senator Steve Phillips T-shirt without tearing it at the seams. I’m quite impressed.
The crowd can’t help but laugh a bit. The man does look a bit ridiculous with the shirt that appears to be 2 sizes too small.
Kudo: I’ve seen Senator up close, and I’m not quite sure his face is as wide as he is on the surface of your gut right now.
A few more laughs ensue as Kudo is having a field day singling out the fan.
Kudo: And no I’m not bald, my hair is just shaved, and that’s a hint that maybe you should take, as I can see your armpit hair trying to worm its way out of that tight shirt from over here. I thought I was a good wrestler, but I bet you’ve wrestled with that body hair and ridicule all your life. I’m glad I’ve done my part to be involved in some way.
The fan seems ignorant to most of the statements made by Kudo, as he is obviously excited to be singled out, but he sticks his tongue out and shakes his head wildly while flipping the bird to Kudo. Kudo raises his eyebrow and rolls his eyes before pushing his sunglasses back on and turns to Umeko, still standing with a smile.
Kudo: You know Miss Saito, I thought the English were people that had some shred of class and dignity. This place is nothing like Japan is it?
Umeko grins and shakes her head. The crowd boos immensely at the cheap shot. Kudo turns his attention back onto the entire crowd now.
Kudo: Well now that we’ve introduced ourselves to each other I feel that we’ve established a good solid rapport and that you will take my words seriously – All of my words.
Kudo stares for a second at the heavy fan back in the second row to another light set of chuckles.
Kudo: This isn’t a confession of a teenage drama queen, this is the declaration of a reborn light heavyweight, and I do hope that you continue to watch and bear witness to the backlash that is on its way here in ACW – Courtesy of you know who.
The harder and slower “Poison” remix hits again as Kudo drops the mic and makes some threatening gestures to jeering fans in the front row as he approaches up the ramp. He and Umeko leave together and Kudo can’t help but feel successful in this first foray back on the top, controlling the entire situation and leaving with a desperately needed renewed sense of confidence.
-Fade Out-
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