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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:14:05 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare September 3rd 2007
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------
DiaVolo vs. Jonny Hughes
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EOTR '07 Round 1 Match Jason Freeman vs. Ross Lambert
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Echo vs. Andrew Williams
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Hunter vs. VorteX
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EOTR '07 Round 1 Match Adrian Flamingo vs. Ricky Falcon
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Rattlesnake vs. Scott Andrews
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:15:13 GMT -5
There is no pyro show for the start of the show. Why? Budget? Lack of fireworks? Probably not, but we are sent straight to Chairman Gingerdude’s office in the back where we see the Chairman standing right before the camera.
Ginger: Tonight, ACW goes under a drastic change, tonight begins the first ever ACW Draft. ACW will be split into two rosters, ACW Meltdown and ACW Warfare. With me being the owner of Warfare, this only leaves one possibility for owner of Meltdown.
The camera pulls out and standing beside the Chairman is WCW98, fresh off his yearly trip to France.
Ginger: It’s time to shake things up a b-
Suddenly a stage hand appears on camera and whispers into the ear of the Chairman.
Ginger: …what?......what do you mean it’s not happening?....a joke? WELL WHO MAKES JOKES LIKE THAT?!
A few more moments of whispering before the stagehand steps off camera.
Ginger: …then what is he doing here?
We cut to the stagehand who looks an awful lot like Gelman from Live with Regis and Kelly, who just shrugs. Ginger slowly turns in the direction of WCW98.
Ginger: Get the hell off my show!
WCW98: But…
Ginger: GET THE HELL OUT!
WCW98 scurries off.
Ginger: Just start the show, START THE BLOODY SHOW!
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:17:34 GMT -5
Match 1: DiaVolo vs Jonny Hughes (Credit: Hughes)
This match between the ACW newcomer DiaVolo and ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes started with a blistering pace after DiaVolo embarrassed Hughes by jokingly not accepting Hughes’ offer of handshake, which Hughes took as a personal insult and jumped DiaVolo from behind. The pair exchanged arm drag after arm drag until Hughes took control with a nice transition from a Japanese armdrag into an armlock. Hughes continued to work away at DiaVolo with a series of arm based submissions, intended on weakening his opponent for the Anaconda Vice, before hitting a Snap Suplex.
Hughes continued to work away on DiaVolo until the latter countered a neckbreaker into one of his own. DiaVolo then began a fast-paced assault on Hughes with a Top Rope Cross Body which led to a pinfall..
…One
…Two
.Kickout
DiaVolo kept on top of Hughes with a Spinning Heel Kick, delivered with gusto to the face of his opponent. DiaVolo then pressed his advantage by hitting a Half Nelson Suplex with great ferocity. DiaVolo jumped onto the top rope and hit a Top Rope Moonsault followed by a pinfall.
…One
…Two
..Thr-Kickout
DiaVolo quickly gets to his feet and attempts a Release Dragon Suplex which Hughes slips out of before kneeing DiaVolo in the midsection and hitting The Showpiece. Hughes quickly made his way onto the top rope before hitting The Ode to Dynamite aimed at the shoulder cuff of DiaVolo which draws roars of pain from the fan favourite. Hughes spots his opening and locks in the Cobra Clutch. DiaVolo struggles to break the hold but is unable to due to the immense amount of pain in his entire left arm, he then decides another form of escape is the best option and slowly steps towards the ropes and manages to get a rope break by hooking his foot on the bottom rope. Hughes quickly changed his strategy and tried to whip DiaVolo off the ropes but DiaVolo quickly shifted his weight and sent Hughes against the ropes, DiaVolo threw a lazy clothesline that Hughes easily dodged and followed up with a charging STO that he quickly transitioned into the Anaconda Vice in the centre of the ring. DiaVolo was unable to stand the pain from the hold and succumbed to the submission to give Hughes the win.
Winner: Jonny Hughes by submission.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:19:11 GMT -5
Segment: Overkill (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As we return from the commercial break, we find ourselves once again outside an all too familiar hallway, and before us is a closed door that reads "Senatorial Stable." No further introductions are necessary, really, and after a moment, the cameraman pushes the door open, enters the room, and closes the door behind him, taking a position in the corner of the room. Senator Steve Phillips is working on political business, silently behind his desk as he usually does, Fallen Souls is lying back on the couch reading a magazine, and Hunter is pacing back and forth in the middle of the room, tossing a magic 8 ball to himself. He clearly has a look of anger on his face, but the other two seem to ignore it. Hunter looks down at the ball for a second, and then back at his stablemates.
Hunter: Oh come on, say something!
Both of them look at him, but while FSX returns to his magazine, the Senator continues to look at him.
The Senator: What, precisely, do you want us to say?
Hunter: I don't know...come on, in less than two weeks we went from a group of six---
FSX: Seven if you count the lesbi---
Hunter: SIX. We went from that to a group of three.
Senator: Perhaps, to put it bluntly, it is because you could not stop bickering with myself and Snake, and they were fed up with---
Hunter: No no, I inspired them to stay.
FSX: Nice job with that, by the way.
Hunter: Tha---fuck you.
FSX chuckles to himself, still not looking up from the magazine.
Hunter: I'm just worried that we get severely fucked because of this, and that the Stable goes nowhere and implodes.
Senator: That is not going to happen. Not as long as I can stand, not as long as we have the willpower to keep this thing together. Us three are still a formidable unit on our own, although I am hardly arguing against bolstering the numbers.
Hunter: Oh yeah? Let's see if you're right.
He looks down at the magic 8 ball.
Hunter: Is the Senatorial Stable ever going to reclaim its former glory and defeat the untrue falses of ACW?
He shakes the ball and waits for it to give him a reply.
Hunter: "Concentrate and ask again."
He stares at it for a second, and then angrily throws it through the nearby window. The Senator looks at the gaping hole in the window, and then looks back at Hunter with a dull glare.
Hunter: ...I'll pay for that.
Senator: You want the truth, well, here goes: we ARE better off without all the excess. Yes, it may have hurt, but you know what? Life in general tends to do that! You have to fall down to get back up, and for a long while there, we were on one knee, and were unfortunately comfortable there! No, we needed that last push to renew our ranks, and do it the right way. In a way, we should thank the departed numbers, for they very well may have been the true catalyst for our renewal.
Hunter: Meh. I still think they need to burn in hell.
FSX: Perhaps it doesn't need to be hell.
Hunter: Hmm...are you thinking what I'm thinking?
A sadistic smile slowly forms on both Hunter and Fallen's faces as they take a look at each other, before Senator simply shakes his head.
Senator: No. Not after the last time.
They both seem to sigh as Fallen returns to his magazine, before mumbling something a bit to himself, though clearly audible to the other members of the now-fabulous trio.
FSX: Maybe we should just look for new members then...
The other two look at him oddly, as this is the first time he's been incredibly vocal today. He puts down the magazine and stands up, attempting to hype himself up for a speech of sorts, or perhaps resemble a dead president.
FSX: We can't always just wait for results, after all! Scott and Snake clearly just got big heads and felt important when they were in our presence, but maybe we could train someone else to take their place. You know, someone who actually listens. Kind of like teaching a dog obedience, except with a person.
Hunter: Well, it's worth a tr---
FSX: Though it could be a dog. I mean, it'd be more loyal and all...and we could sic it on our enemies! Steve, can we get a dog?
The Senator simply shakes his head again, as Fallen sulks down in disappointment.
FSX: Aww mannn...well, can my mongoose join up?
Hunter: NO!!!
FSX: Hmm...well, how about just a new member then?
Senator: Well...not a bad idea...too bad you are just a bit late on that brilliant conclusion.
Hunter: ...and how do you propose we do this, anyway?
FSX: Well...we could hold try-outs. Maybe we could like, run commercials or something. "Feeling down? Out of shape? Need something brighter in your life? The Senatorial Stable has all the answers you need, and more! For the simple fee of $48,000 dollars, you could join up too!"
Hunter: ...right...
FSX: Sure! Come on, we can all ask them random questions and choose whoever we like the most! We could make it into some kind of fancy reality show, too! With generic characters, and easy sex!
Senator: I like it, other than the "reality" show part. We are already responsible enough for the degradation of popular culture. The tryouts, however, should bring in people who wish to be a part.
The two of them look at Hunter, who hangs his head slightly and sighs.
Hunter: Knock yourselves out.
Senator: Good. We should post it on the board next to the card.
FSX: I can handle that! I needed to head over their anyway, to write in a hilarious match between Hunter and Richard Simmons.
Hunter: Wait, wha---
But before Hunter could even react, FSX charges out of the room, clearly excited about his own prospects.
Hunter: What about the leadership position?
Senator: What about it?
Hunter: ...who's the goddamn leader!?
Senator: Enough of that! We should put that on hold for the time being. None of us would have much to lead at this point, anyway.
Hunter: But---
The Senator sits back down and resumes his paperwork as Hunter looks at him for a moment, and then back at the door. He sighs and walks over to the window that now has a gaping hole in its bottom. He looks through the hole at the broken magic 8 ball and squirms. For all he knows, though, this may very well be the thing that will most raise his spirits...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:21:05 GMT -5
Segment: Other Side of the World (Credit: Michael)
“Did you ever love me?”
“I guess...never in the way you wanted me to.”
Our scene opens with the soothing guitar intro of “Other Side of the World” by KT Tunstall ringing harmoniously throughout. The scene is a pristine beach, seemingly unadulterated by any kind of human activity. The pearly-white sand, further illuminated by the intense midday sun, serves a pleasant contrast to the vibrant blue water. It doesn’t take too long for a figure to rise up from beyond the horizon. Upon closer inspection, we immediately identify it as Nick Durden. He carries a somber expression on his face and a hefty cardboard box in both arms. The blade end of a shovel juts out from the top of the box. After walking for a while, Nick sets the box down and pulls out the shovel. He jabs the blade into the sand and begins to dig.
Over the sea and far away, she’s waiting like an iceberg waiting to change She’s cold inside, she wants to be like the water
Fast forward a little while later, and Nick has finished his work. He’s seen standing over the freshly-dug hole with a paperback book in his hand. He gazes intently at it for a moment before releasing it and allowing it to drop into the hole. A close-up of the book’s cover reveals it to be Dreaming Pachinko by Isaac Adamson, the same book Nick was reading when he first met Renix in that hotel lobby the night before Super Happy Vagina Day Extravaganza. Nick confided in Renix regarding his pre-match jitters, but Renix told Nick to just have fun with it and everything else will take care of itself.
All the muscles tighten in her face Buries her soul in one embrace They’re one in the same just like water
Fade back to the beach, and Nick drops another object. This time, it’s a mistletoe, the one that hung over the door of Renix’s locker room when Nick tried to deliver her a Christmas present in the form of a Shiba Inu puppy. Nick points up to the mistletoe, signifying that he’s expecting a kiss, but Renix plants one of the puppy instead.
And the fire fades away Most of every day is full of tired excuses But it’s too hard to say
The next item for inspection is a lead pipe. This was the center of attention in the Ladder and Weapons match from Winter’s Discontent 2006. Renix managed to pull it down from the rafters and give Kelsey Chase a solid spanking with it, granting the victory to Nick and herself. During the post-match celebration, Nick got a little too frisky and planted a kiss on Renix. Not surprisingly, Renix was taken aback by the suddenness of it all and left the ring in a hurry.
I wish it were simple, but we give up easily You’re close enough to see that You’re on the other side of the world to me
Next up is a gigantic fluffy baby blue teddy bear. Nick won this for Renix at the carnival they went to during their first date. Renix was carrying it during the couple’s first real kiss. It was near the end of the date, Renix was about to board the subway back to her apartment, and all Nick could do was watch her leave. However, Renix suddenly calls Nick back to her. The two meet at the gate and finally kiss.
Can you help me? Can you let me go? And can you still love me When you can’t see me anymore?
Nick then tosses down an unassuming video cassette tape. It contains the impassioned speech Nick delivered to Renix after she got fired due to her loss to Ross Lambert at Omega Effect 3.
“Renix, I know it’s gonna be tough for you, not having ACW in your life anymore. But believe me when I tell you this: wrestling is what you do, not who you are. You are Renix Williams. You are a good woman. You are a good daughter. You are a good friend. And most importantly, you are the woman that I love. And guess what? You may not wrestle anymore, but you’re still the woman I love.
I know who you are. I know how you cry. I know how you smile. Even if the world denies you, I’ll still be there. In my world, you aren’t a loser. You are the one who gives me strength. The one who gives me happiness. The one I can give my whole heart to.”
And the fire fades away Most of every day is full of tired excuses But it’s too hard to say
Finally, we fade back to Nick at the beach once more. This next item, he clutches most intently, as if there’s something truly special about it, something that makes him unwilling to let it go. An over-the-shoulder shot reveals it to be a crumpled photograph, taken in that carnival photobooth during Nick and Renix’s first date. The image is simple enough: Nick and Renix smiling brightly back at the camera, both of them ever so full of hope for their future together. Nick continues to glare absorbedly at it, contemplating whether or not to keep it. On the one hand, it’s a memento from better times, but on the other, it’s a painful reminder that even though he tried his darnedest, he still couldn’t make it work.
I wish it were simple, but we give up easily You’re close enough to see that You’re on the other side of the world On the other side of the world You’re on the other side of the world To me
Eventually, Nick makes his choice...and hastily shoves the photo back into his pocket. Nick grabs hold of the shovel again and throws the sand over the keepsakes from his first true love, entombing them forever. Fade out as Nick walks away into the sunset and disappears beneath the horizon.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:22:38 GMT -5
Segment: Wyvern = Appalachian State (Credit: Stark / Wyvern)
It's amazing how underrated a world champion can be, but with such a fickle and borderline retarded fanbase that the ACW has, isn't it fitting? The scene fades in with Wyvern talking with his "stablemate" Starkweather, in the privacy of their shiny, sparkling clean locker room...actually, it's more or less filthy, the ACW doesn't play much for custodial duties.
Wyvern: Man, I don't know about this. It's one thing to stand on top of the ACW and claim dominance, but I'm starting to get a little tired of it.
His stablemate indeed is a one Alexander Starkweather, fresh off of a short involuntary vacation until the stitches took hold and the wooziness went away from what was described as an inhuman impact by the people watching the match. He'd shrugged it off a bit faster than expected, but he was still feeling the affects when he got to the arena.
Stark: Tired? I would imagine so, you haven't had a legitimate threat to your title reign yet aside from a few misguided muscleheads and the occasional bout with a misguided hooligan here and there.
Wyvern: I know, I know…It’s more or less just becoming an annoyance holding this title. It’s like the entire population of the world with an IQ of 75 or less are chucking rocks at me all at once. Seriously, I doubt there’s anyone left to challenge for this that would make it worthwhile.
Stark: There's always someone waiting in the wings waiting for you to show them your blind spot, Wyvern. Dropping your guard for any reason, at any time, invites assassins from out of the woodwork to take what is yours.
Wyvern: This isn’t news. Haven’t you noticed how we’ve going through the same motions night after night for months on end now? Shit’s getting ridiculous. This title is exhausting me to no end, and I’m becoming more and more convinced that the ACW, while challenging for the title, are fresh out of anyone in my stratum of talent.
A light smile, almost patronizing but with enough of a genuine inflection to not garner any real amount of annoyance.
Stark: As I said, there is always someone waiting for your guard to drop. And just when you think there's no way you can be dethroned, the barbarians are at the gates calling for blood.
Wyvern: What do you mean about that? I’ve got everyone put away and have kept challengers at bay for months now.
Starkweather sighs, inwardly. Outwardly, he's as joyous and emotional as an Easter Island head.
Stark: There will always be someone to challenge for that title that you hold. They may get lucky, they may catch you by surprise and win by a fluke. Or, as Mrs. Laureano once said to me prior to my unfortunate head injury, there is simply someone whose purpose is to defeat you and continue the circle of life. Well... Championships in this case.
Wyvern: Whatever, this is ridiculous. WHO IN THE HELL IS ACTUALLY GOING TO POSE AS A THREAT?
The good doctor merely shrugs, stands from his seat and pats his stablemate upon the shoulder before he opens the door to head into the arena proper with a good-natured chuckle.
Wyvern: I’ve got to get some new friends…it’s like hanging out with Riddler, for Christ’s sake.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:24:55 GMT -5
Segment - A bid farewell? (Credit: VorteX)
Failure is a large part of human life; however it is never well taken. The interesting thing about failure is it starts to build on a person--- much like a disease---taking them over little by little until nothing remains. To counteract this, a person needs the remedy better known a success. Success is an elusive little devil however, and to obtain it a person must endure numerous defeats, creating a vicious cycle.
In the past few months Vortex has been going through a cycle much like this one. It seems that every since his triumph at Seven Deadly Sins, he has been defeated time and time again. The defeats did not cease after a while, as success never came. In fact, Vortex has only won once since Seven Deadly Sins, but what little momentum that brought was quickly crushed by a myriad of losses.
In all reality, records really mean very little next to performance. Wise men say a good loss is better than an easy win, however men like Vortex find this hard to swallow at times. A good record means a lot to a man like Vortex, as it shows just how skilled you are in plain black and white numbers. All his life Vortex has been a very competitive person, and down to this day a bad loss streak can cause him to question why he even continues to wrestle.
Vortex: I’ve made myself out to be an ass as of late.
Chairman Gingerdude looks up from what he was doing to see Vortex standing in the doorway, packed bags at his sides. For a moment Gingerdude doesn’t seem to realize what’s happening, but when he does he attempts to reason rationally.
Gingerdude: You’ve had a bad streak and your temper got the best of you. I assure you your fellow wrestlers don’t hate you.
Vortex: I see absolutely no point in going on. That EOTR match was the last bit of momentum I had…now I’m nothing.
Gingerdude: I wouldn’t discredit yourself that much, you’ll rebound, trust me.
Vortex doesn’t seem to want to believe this, as he just shakes his head and picks up his bags to leave. Gingerdude rises from his chair in one last attempt to stop Vortex from possibly making a big mistake.
Gingerdude: Vortex!
Vortex: Love me, hate me…I’m out.
Vortex doesn’t get to actually leave however as the sound of two quick silenced gunshots ring through the air. One bullet strikes Vortex in the shoulder, the next hits him in the torso. As he falls backwards, Gingerdude looks on in horror as blood spray hits the doorway and carpet. The gunman is long gone by time Gingerdude gets to the door and starts calling for emergency help.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:25:33 GMT -5
Segment: An End and a Beginning, Part 2 (Credit: Michael)
Our scene opens up in the cabin of an airplane. A quick perusal of the passengers reveals the usual fare: wailing infants, stuffy businessmen, wide-eyed college students turned tourists, grimy hippies with fervent hope of cheap, legal weed in foreign lands where life is not so complicated. Somewhere in the throng is none other than Nick Durden. Seated in the aisle seat, he’s seen furiously scribbling notes on a legal pad while his eyes quickly dart across a thick stack of papers spread out to the side of his tray table.
Nick bends down and pulls out a hefty tome from his backpack. He then turns his attention to the woman seated near the window. “Do you mind?” Nick asks, motioning to the empty seat between himself and the girl.
“No, of course not,” she replies, almost in a startled sort of way, as if she were surprised Nick would be talking to her.
Nick sets his book down in the empty seat, but apparently, not carefully enough as it topples down to the floor with a thunderous boom. After a resounding sigh, Nick reaches down to pick it up...at exactly the same time as the girl...and...well...
THUD!
“Ow!” exclaim the two as their heads meet.
Nick apologizes first, “Sorry...”
“No, it’s okay,” she responds as she chuckles sheepishly.
The two take some time to shake out the cobwebs. The girl takes it upon herself to break the silence. “What are you working on?”
“Oh...this is a book,” Nick explains. “A sort of travelogue thing on Europe. I’ve been planning on it for a while, but, you know, things get, uh....”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Well...that's a cool idea. It totally sounds like something I’d read,” remarks the girl, “because...you know...I can read.”
Closer inspection of the girl’s face reveals a “Oh my god, did I just say that?” type of expression painted across her face. However, Nick chuckles amusedly, so the girl responds with a timid grin.
“So...uh, how long is this flight?” Nick inquires.
“Oh...um, seventeen hours,” she replies, “...plenty of time.”
Nick turns to the camera.
Sly smirk.
An end, and a beginning.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:26:36 GMT -5
Segment: Sizing up the competition (Credit: Zero) From a black screen, we fade in to the backstage area. The camera pans around to show Jay Zero walking down the hallway. All the way out from ringside, the cheers and jeers of the indecisive crowd. Mixed reactions aside—Jay continues down the hall and reaches the Chairman’s office. He stares at the golden name plate for a moment before shaking his head and entering. [/center] Ginger: H-WHAT THE?!? Zero: Giiiiiiiiing! [/color] Ginger: Haven’t you heard of KNOCKING?!? Jay walks in and goes right over to a plump leather chair that lays in front of Gingers desk. Very disrespectfully, he puts his boots up on the Chairman’s desk. [/center] Ginger: Uh.. Zero: Okay, so Ging, here’s the thing—[/color] Ginger: Just wait a minute. Do you mind? Zero: …What…[/color] Ginger points to Jay’s boot, however due to a misunderstanding, Jay sees the cup of tea sitting in front of the Chairman. [/center] Zero: Oh! Oh! Of course not! Go ahead, drink! [/color] Ginger just stares back at the grinning Jay Zero with a blank expression on his face. There’s a long pause of dead, awkward silence between the two. [/center] Ginger:….What the hell do you want? Zero: Alright! So first of all, I just came off of Heatwave strong, basically beating Yoko aaaand for the next two shows after—I’m not booked! What’s up with that? [/color] Ginger: Oh well. With Emperor of the Ring, we’re trying to evenly space things out and make sure everybody’s rested up. Zero: Well I honestly think this lack of Jay Zero in the ring is decreasing the ratings! [/color] Ginger: Are you kidding?! Ratings have never been higher! Jay’s eyes bulge and quickly he comes up with a witty response. [/center] Zero: Oh that’s just because that egotistical horses ass BK London is gone! Ginger, you know that the ‘Raj and Jay Zero are your real sellers! We’re the reason why people even buy tickets to shows! They don’t want to see the Senatorial Stable keep failing! They don’t want to see Josh the Dark Lord Temple boy get taken away by more random ass people! And most importantly, THEY don’t want to see your psychopathic freak of a World Champion, Wyvern have ANOTHER twist of fate when somebody else saves his ass from keeping that World Title and does the dirty work for him! [/color] Ginger: And what would they--- Zero: What THOSE FANS want to see is FSX kneeling down at Thunderkiss’ feet and publicly apologizing to him! Those fans want to see XS3 tear down the roof when he takes out Yoko Satoshi, just like I’ve basically already have done! And MOST importantly! They want to see Jay Zero rock the entire house, and CLEAN SWEEP the Emperor of the Ring tournament, rightfully claiming my crown! [/color] Ginger: So you think you’re gonna go all the way? Zero: Pft! THINK?! I KNOW! I’m gonna RIP through…..through…--wait, who IS my opponent for the first round? [/color] Ginger: Um--- Ginger fiddles with some papers, finding the line up. [/center] Ginger: You are faaaciiing----hm, Andrew Williams it looks like. Silence. [/center] Zero: ………….Who in the BLUE MOON is that no name chump? [/color] Ginger: Well he deb— Zero: Ah that doesn’t matter, I’ll squash him faster than Hitman of the Gods on speed. [/color] Ginger kinds of scoffs at the remark. [/center] Zero: Anyways! I’ll TEAR through that no name punching bag. And assuming the former World Champion, Hunter defeats HIS opponent, and then I will personally make sure that the Senatorial Stable is down ONE MORE! [/color] Ginger: You sure are thinking a little far into the future now aren’t you? Zero: Ging, please! On that left side of the bracket the only real threat is Adrian Flamingo! On my side of the bracket, you got ME! You got XS3! And you got Yoko Satoshi! No matter WHO it is, whether it be my good friend X, or Yoko Satoshi, I’d put friendship aside and go for the gold! Nothing’s stopping me from reaching the finals Ging! NOTHING! [/color] Ginger: Yeeeaaah well I’d worry about the first round and quarterfinals before you even consider the finals. Now if you’ll excuse me—I have a meeting I have to attend to. Zero: Pft, you kidding me, Ging? [/color] Jay stands up and gets near Gingers face. [/center] Zero: Gingy baby, the only thing I got to worry about is if Hunter pulls another fake death during my match. [/color] He pats Ginger on the chest. [/center] Zero: And even then—I don’t really give a shit. Hah. [/color] Jay exits the room as Ginger shakes his head and follows him out the door. The door closes and the shot fades out. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:27:12 GMT -5
Segment: Stan....You’re Fired (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Thursday, August 30th
*Ring*
It’s the telephone, White cordless with giant white buttons for those with bad vision.
*Ring*
It’s five o’clock. The show is going on elsewhere in the ACW arena.
*Ring*
The lights are even on in the locker room. Why doesn’t anyone pick up the phone?
**Ring**
**Click**
A reel inside the phone begins to move.
Generic Robotic-Sounding Answering Machine: You have reached the Alpha Championship Wrestling locker room of...
Jake Cheng’s Robotic Sounding Answering Machine Voice: Jake Cheng and Stan.
Generic Robotic-Sounding Answering Machine: Please leave a message at the sound of the tone.
Since when do ACW locker rooms have phones?
**Tone**
Jake: Hey Stan, it’s Jake. You’re cell phone was off so I figured I would call this number that we never use nor will ever use again. I didn’t really feel like coming to the arena today because I don’t have a match. Stan, I’ve been doing some thinking. Changes are going to have to be made. I really need to focus on my future matches if I want to have a winning record. I feel like I won’t be able to accomplish that if I am fooling around. So Stan...you’re fired. I’m sorry.
**Hang Up**
**Click**
The answering machine stopped. A bright red LED “1” flashes on a small circular screen on the phone. Rotating right, the small kitchen area of the Quadrinity’s locker room. Next to the sink, the mini-fridge is open. Connected to the sink is...Stan. His right hand is down the drain of the sink and he is frozen still, stiff as a board, at what he just heard. Tears well up in his eyes and, in a fit of rage, he furiously tugs at his arm to get it free. But to no avail. It’s no use. He is stuck.
He may even be happy where he is; he is stuck in the room he was just kicked out of for eternity. He can’t be stuck in the sink forever...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:27:37 GMT -5
Segment: Anger Management (Credit: Echo)
Sometimes, when you think you’re finally beginning to understand yourself, it happens that something comes along and kicks you in the ass when you least expect it, and you find out you’re as much of a stranger to you as anyone on the street.
Like a kid in puberty, or me that Monday night.
I hadn’t been in the building for Meltdown. After what’d happened at the big show the whole week had been a blur, holed up in my apartment, sleeping constantly….well, trying to sleep. Mostly I’d been staring at the ceiling, listening to music I couldn’t even remember, wishing I could sleep and running over the events of that Saturday in my mind, over and over and over.
I’d already sent Mr. Hughes an apology, and as far as I knew we were cool. Regardless of that, I had continued to stress over losing control and lashing out like that. I could’ve seriously hurt him with that shot, way more than I was intending to do, and it was just because I got mad? How immature was that? And the sheer amount of blind violence I’d done it with…look, I don’t take any prisoners, and I’m not known for going easy on people by any stretch of the imagination, but I don’t actively hurt people. Not like that.
And this was what went through my mind, as I leaned forward, forehead against the mirror, making eye contact with myself and studying the bloodshot lines spiderwebbing out of my irises and across the whites of my eyes, like some kind of jagged scars. I stared as deep into whatever lay in the mists behind those eyes as I could, trying (and failing, as always) to glimpse some kind of clue, some gnosis, clandestine knowledge that’d lead me to a convenient revelation. It was a ridiculous, stupid hope, a moment of weakness, one in which I wanted more than anything else to just break down in front of the mirror, but I’m only human.
All I really wanted was something concrete, something to hold on to.
“But it felt natural, didn’t it,” he’d whispered in my ear two nights ago. ”You are a weapon, Ayres, a living breathing weapon---”
“I told you not to call me that.”
“Don’t try to divert me here, love, you won’t run away from this one. That strike felt so right. so very true to what you are…what you’ve been searching for, rather. You can’t argue that.”
“…..”
Even now, looking back on it, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched both fists. The memory hurt, even more than my nails digging into my palms or the hot, dull pain that’d pervaded the back of my head for the last week.
”You see? Even you, as ‘normal’ as you’d like to pretend to be, can’t claim that drilling that poor soul in the side of the head wasn’t immensely satisfying on a thousand different levels that this mundane existence couldn’t even hope to fulfill. Starting to sound accurate?”
“…Maybe.”
It’d stung like hell to admit that, and it still did.
”When I told you to let go, I meant to let go---of everything, including these ridiculous inhibitions you have. Regardless of whether you know who you are, you know what you’re good at, what you were meant to do. This is a constant, Ayres. This is what you were looking for.”
God damn you, Joachim. God damn your eyes for this.
Even now, though he’d stepped out for a few minutes, I could feel a burning sensation spreading through my chest: hot, searing anger. It was almost choking in its intensity, racing through my veins till each one of them screamed for mercy in one deafening collective roar…and I very nearly screamed with them, not even feeling my fist pounding onto the counter or my nails gouging deeper into my palms. My whole body shook for a second as I tried to contain the rage building in me, and for a second it seemed like everything was going to be lost again…
…and then it receded, died down faster than it’d come to me. I had it under control.
No. No I didn’t. I was seething inside still, burning somewhere in the very core of my body that I couldn’t quite reach to, where I’d locked whatever it was I was about to be overcome with, and I wasn’t going to go berserk in the locker room, but I had to do something.
I was going out there tonight, and god help whoever I was matched up against, because I had to get rid of this somehow. I couldn’t embrace this rage, regardless of how “natural” people told me it felt. I had a responsibility.
Out there in the ring, I’d take care of it. And then, when I came back, I would be completely, serenely calm.
Completely, serenely calm.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:28:21 GMT -5
Segment: The segment in which Freeman looks at a tournament bracket, and thinks about everybody in the match (Eh, I'm unoriginal with segment names) Credit: Freeman
The camera fades in to Jason Freeman’s locker room. Due to wanting a place where he can go to think things over, Freeman requested to keep it in addition to the Entourage locker room. Now he sits in it, thinking over the Emperor of the Ring tournament. Things were…not…going well…the camera zooms around Freeman’s locker room, showing on the wall a huge poster…and as the camera zooms in, it is revealed to be an Emperor of the Ring tournament bracket, with a few markers by the side. Freeman walks up to it, and sighs to himself, before analyzing the competitors.
Josh the Jersey Boy: Freeman laughs to himself and takes a black marker. He begins to cross out the name. He’s already been eliminated, and he never had a chance in the first place. He had no position in this tournament, as he was just starting out, and the luck of the draw stuck him against a seasoned veteran. Too bad for him. In any case, Freeman didn’t have to give him any more thought.
Fallen Souls: On this one Freeman thinks to himself…Fallen Souls. He had been a member of the Senatorial Stable, but Freeman himself had barely talked to him. Thinking back, however, he remembers a few times where FSX had insulted him, calling him a jobber. He took the red marker, and was about to raise it to FSX’s name, but then he looked…at FSX’s next opponent. He smiled, and took the blue marker instead. He wrote next to FSX’s name…“Senator’s next victim.”
VorteX: Freeman once again took the black marker, and crossed out VorteX’s name. He wasn’t going to matter anymore. He was out, as the luck of the draw unfortunately landed him against Senator. That’s too bad for VorteX, but that’s how a random drawing works. Freeman of course, felt that he would have been able to defeat Senator…but…he didn’t have to. Yet
Senator: Ah, the Senator. Freeman takes the red marker now, and makes a big circle around his name. Freeman was hoping that he would get a chance to face him. This time, he would do anything to win. Freeman wanted to prove to him, once and for all, that he did deserve respect, and that he had come far as a wrestler. He didn’t care when, but he knew that sometime, he would get a match against Senator once again. Oh how convenient it would be, if Freeman got to do it in the tournament, and take away Senator’s shot at the title, before of course…going on to win it himself.
Ross Lambert: Freeman took the blue marker, and picked it up to write something…but he once again changes his mind. He picks up the black marker and crosses out Lambert’s name. He wasn’t worried about this at all.
Adrian Flamingo: Freeman grimaces when he reads the name…he takes up the blue marker, takes a deep breath, and writes next to him “Not going to be easy…” Freeman had defeated Flamingo once, but Freeman had to give Flamingo credit. He’d been on a role lately. After taking BK London out of the game, he had gone on to defeat Freeman one-on-one. If that happened again, Freeman was in trouble…and it looked like it was going to. Could he beat Flamingo? He knew he COULD, he’d beaten him before. But it was going to be tough. He was going to be as ready as possible. If there was one person he was afraid of stopping him, it was Flamingo…Senator would be tough too, assuming he beat FSX, but he felt that he was determined enough to beat Senator to make it happen. He had to get that same determination into him. He had to get that feeling, and use it against Flamingo. It was the only way he stood a chance.
Ricky Falcon: Freeman sighed. The Entertainment Champion. He had never faced him before, but he wasn’t too worried about what would happen if they got in the ring. But, would Falcon be able to beat Flamingo? Freeman took the blue marker and wrote next to Ricky Falcon “Last hope of Flamingo losing…” Freeman had a feeling however that he was going to have to face Flamingo in the end. Falcon was obviously a credible superstar, though his barrel roll thing was kind of strange…and maybe he would pull an upset. He HAD won a number of hard-fought Entertainment title matches at least.
Andrew Williams Freeman looked at the name and squinted his eyes…was he reading this correctly? He took the blue marker and wrote next to Williams… “…who…?”
Jay Zero: Freeman looked at this name, and glared at it for a second. Jay Zero. Freeman without even having to think, took the red marker and circled Zero’s name. He had a feeling that Yoko was going to stand the best chance in the second division, but if there was even a chance of facing Zero in the finals…Freeman really hoped it would come to be.
Jonny Hughes Once again, Freeman glares at a name. He circles Hughes’s name in marker too. He then writes next to his name in blue “The guy who cost me the Lethal Lottery Tournament…I want revenge.” Freeman wasn’t going to forget that it was Hughes that had gotten pinned in their first round match…but Hughes had a tough opponent, and Freeman wasn’t really sure who he wanted to face most…it was a tough decision…
Hunter: Freeman had to think here…who did he want to WIN this match? Hughes and him had some unfinished business…but…man…Hunter. Ever since Hunter came back from the dead, he had had nothing but insults and putdowns to throw at Freeman. He had never taken him seriously as a stable member, and probably didn’t even notice that he was gone. Freeman wanted to show him in the ring what he was capable of. He took the red marker and circled Hunter’s name as well. It was win-win here. Either way, if one of these two got to the finals, Freeman would have fun with that match.
Rena Matheson Hmm…what about her? Freeman hadn’t ever had anything to do with her before…but he didn’t see her as a threat. “Who cares?” he writes next to her name. In any case, she is facing XS3, who has proved that he can be very impressive in the ring.
XS3 Freeman didn’t really have much of an opinion on this man. Sure, they were in Entourage together, and he seemed alright, but Freeman really couldn’t say that he knew him too well. He took the blue marker and wrote next to him “Probably will beat Rena, probably won’t beat Yoko.” That’s how he saw it, anyways. Speaking of Yoko…
Yoko: Freeman looked at the name with a determination in his eyes. What better a way to solidify his legacy than to defeat somebody who hadn’t been defeated in two years. He took the red marker and circled the name. He hoped that he would get a shot at her, and even if he didn’t, he had to remember to get a chance after the tournament. Of course, Yoko could prove near impossible to beat, but every time she wins a match, the stakes get higher. You win that much more by defeating her. Even if he lost, he needed to try.
[Reserved]: Freeman looked at this name and thought. Who could it be…? He took the blue marker and wrote next to it… “…Libertines…?”
Freeman stepped back and looked at the whole chart. It wasn’t going to be an easy road to the title shot, but he was going to do it. He was prepared. He looked at his path again. He nodded his head, his face fixed in a determined glare. It was time to start preparing to put in the effort he had ever put in in his career.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:29:04 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Coming Home Pt 1 (Credit: Scott)
It was a weird feeling leaving the arena after Meltdown. I felt so different, as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulder. I had left the Senatorial Stable after a bitter sweet stay there, and now it was time for me to experience life on my own in ACW.
I had recently been in contact with Jessie that night, telling her I was leaving the stable. She wasn’t surprised; in fact, she encouraged me.
I left the arena, put my duffle bags in the car and head off to Jessie’s parents place in Manhattan. It wasn’t too long a drive to get there, but I was tired and it was getting late. I arrived at the house and parked my Mustang out front, lucky enough to grab a park close by. When the traffic had cleared I exited the car and grabbed my bags from the backseat. I put my keys in my pocket and walked up to the door. It was nice of her parents to let us stay there for a while, they’re such nice people.
My fist hits the door three times; no doorbell unfortunately. Mr. Young answers the door and greets me with a huge smile.
Mr. Young: Scott! Nice to see you, come on in, I’ll take your bags to Jessie’s room.
Jessie didn’t live with her parents, but they had a small spare bedroom where we were staying.[/color]
Scott: Thank you, Charles.
As soon as the door closed, Jessie ran out of the living room and came to meet me. She gave me a tight hug before kissing me.[/color]
Jessie: I missed you so much, Scott! I haven’t seen you for so long, you’re always away with ACW.
Scott: I have to go to work, hun, haha.
Jessie: I know, I just miss you, that’s all.
She gives me another tight squeeze before taking me by the hand.
Jessie:[/color] Come on, my mom’s been waiting to see you.
She pulls on my arm and drags me into the living room where her mom and dad are sitting watching an episode of some poorly made soap opera. I glance at the screen for a second before turning to her mother, who stands up and gives me a hug.[/color]
Mrs. Young: Scott! So nice to see you again! How are you?
Scott: I’m fine, thank you - - -
I lied. I was actually feeling drained and exhausted. I had been all day, but I didn’t want to dampen the mood; they seemed so happy I was there.
Mrs. Young: So how’s everyone in the stable? How’s Steve?
I pause for a moment and look at Jessie. She smiles back at me.[/color]
Scott: Steve’s doing just fine, he’s a little stressed out, but he’s ok. Y’see, the truth is, I actually left the stable tonight.
Jessie’s parents look slightly disappointed and surprised.[/color]
Mr. Young: Why did you do that, Scott? I thought the stable was where you felt at home? Aren’t they your friends?
Scott: Friends? I thought so…until just recently when I had my little revelation or epiphany, whatever. It kinda hit me that they were doing nothing to help me really, after all I did for them; defending the stable name, earning championships in the stables honor. It just seemed like I needed to get away from it all; I left on good terms, don’t worry about that.
Mrs. Young: But they seemed like such nice boys…That Andrew Hunter was a little sarcastic, but he was nice.
I chuckle lightly.
Scott: Hunter sure is a character, but let’s not dwell on the whole thing. I say we enjoy a nice drink and celebrate the family being together here.
Jessie: I’ll go get some glasses and the bottle of Chardonnay.
Scott: Ok. I’m just going to go freshen up and unpack a little bit. Can you call me when it’s all ready to go?
Jessie: Yeah sure I’ll yell out to ya’.
I smile and kiss her on the check before heading down to the bathroom and taking my duffle bag with me. Boy was my head hurting…
FADE OUT.
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:29:50 GMT -5
Match 2: Jason Freeman vs Ross Lambert – EOTR Round 1 (Credit: Hunter)
And we're not off! That's right, I tricked you. Nothing could have prepared you for that one, eh? What if I were to say that there is no match? That I, through my awesome higher power skills, have canceled it? Or maybe (since that's a bit unrealistic) a nuclear bomb went off in the arena, killing both Lambert and Freeman before they even got to the ring, but miraculously saving everyone else. However, this nuclear bomb releases a rare, almost futuristic chemical, wherein those within its range have their minds fucked with so that they believe something that never happened. Oddly enough, it works on everyone, and everyone thinks that they just saw a hell of a match, and that it was a draw, and that now Senator/FSX is a semi-finals match. Everyone is also convinced that two aliens walking around are the real Lambert and Freeman, thereby there is never an actual funeral held so that no one can ever figure out what really happened. Or maybe not. Either way, I now only have to write a two paragraph match.
BAM! BAM! BAM! Freeman throws out those punches like they were baseballs, and each one nails Lambert as if he were...something that gets hit by baseballs. This match has gone on for a staggering ten minutes, and both men have exhausted almost their entire arsenals, so it's no surprise that it takes Lambert a few moments to let the hits sink in before finally powering out of the strikes and nailing Freeman with an implant DDT. He then lifts him back up and tries for the Crippling Losses, but Freeman headbutts him, pushes him back, and nails him with a mule kick. He then grabs him and locks him into the cobra clutch crossface hold, mercilessly pulling at Lambert, keeping him away from the ropes. Eventually, however, Lambert has enough power to lift him up and slam him hard on his back, covering him for an unsuccessful pinfall.
Following what may likely have been the fiftieth pinfall in this epic, grueling match (sure to become legendary, I may unbiasly add), the two men rose and their eyes met, and there was a moment of understanding before they launched at each other, with Lambert getting the upper hand via the Silence of the Lambs. He does not try for the pinfall, and instead nails the Sinners Deal. He would cover Freeman, but Freeman recoils so strongly from the attack that he simply hops back up to his feet, clutching his neck. As Lambert turns to him, Freeman suddenly drops the act and nails him with the Glory Driver. He covers, but Lambert JUST kicks out seconds before...wait...well, you know what I mean. Either way, both men slowly get to their feet, and after blocking a clothesline, Lambert lifts Freeman up for the K-Pax I mean XG-K9...but Freeman spins out of it, kicks Lambert in the gut, and nails him with a vicious Journey's End for the final pinfall, thus advancing in the tournament!
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Post by BK London on Sept 3, 2007 16:31:00 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End: Acts 2 (Cont.) & 3" Credit: T-Kiss Story Recap: A now 55 year old Thunderkiss has received an invite from XS3 to accompany him at Samhain where his son Corey will face ACW Champion Magog for the title. He has accepted the invitation but secretly fears for Corey’s life. As he boards the plane to take him back to ACW arena, he finds he isn’t alone as a familiar voice calls out to him .... ... .. . ACT 2 (Continued) Thunderkiss: JACK?! Jake Cheng: It’s “Jake”. J-A-K-E. After all these years you STILL can’t get it right! Thunderkiss *laughing*: Nah ... I just like watching you get so mad about it! It never gets old! Jake Cheng: Glad to see your inner assholishness is still intact. Thunderkiss: Heh. So how is your school going? I’ve always wanted to stop by but I never find myself with the time.Jake Cheng: It’s going great. Just great. Thunderkiss: Sarcasm noted.Jake Cheng: It’s the new breed today Kiss. They don’t want to work for anything. They used to say WE were bad, but this is rampant all throughout the industry today. I mean, last week I had this guy who said I was holding him back because I felt he wasn’t ready to get in the ring. He practically threw himself down on the floor and pouted about it! So I decided I would fix him really good and let him have his way. I practically had to hold back my laughter as I watched him get his head taken off. He’s damn lucky he still has use of all his limbs, the punk. Thunderkiss: Oh trust me brother, I hear what you’re saying. Every time I take a look at what’s out there anymore ..... I can’t really say I’m impressed.Jake Cheng: Oh you don’t have to tell me twice. Wishing to free his mind of his own troubles, Cheng quickly changes the subject.Jake Cheng: So, where are you heading? Thunderkiss: I’m heading back ...Jake Cheng: To ACW? No kidding? Any special reason? Thunderkiss: Matt’s kid is going for the World Title at the PPV. He wanted me there for moral support.Jake Cheng: World Title you say? Thunderkiss: Yes.Jake Cheng: Oh...“Oh...”, that’s how Jake responds. TK picks up on it instantly and realizes that Cheng feels exactly like he does. “Oh...” translates into: “Sorry you have to witness Cory Irvine get broken in half by Magog.” Cheng’s been around, hell, he’s an instructor now for G’Sakes. He knows nobody can handle Magog, let alone Corey Irvine.
For the next few hours, Cheng and TK come alive as they talk about the past. They get so wrapped up in their old talks that they fail to realize that plane has landed until they are approached by the stewardess to get off the plane. Together they walk down the terminal until life requires them to go in separate directions once again. Before they part ways they exchange their final goodbyes.Thunderkiss: Hey Cheng ..take care. Jake Cheng: Yeah, you too. Again, don’t be a stranger. Oh and TK - Thunderkiss: Yeah?Jake Cheng: I know you well enough to see what you’re thinking right now. Don’t try anything stupid. Thunderkiss: You just worry about your tiny man factory! TK laughs and watches Cheng walk away, flipping him off in the process. Now that it’s appropriate to do so, TK’s limo driver approaches him and directs him to his ride. As midday nears, Thunderkiss hits the road. Countless thoughts pass through his mind as he looks out of his window and sees familiar sights. Stores, parks and even his old apartment come into view, each with a story to tell. The biggest story, however, quickly approaches as his eyes now gaze upon ACW arena.
He is finally home.ACT 3 Its been almost five years since he entered this arena, the last time being for a special anniversary event. If one were to compare this arena now to when TK wrestled the circuit, they would hardly know the place. It is now completely state of the art right down to a retractable roof and a revolving floor. The office complex that is attached has also re-gone massive changes, for it now resembles a skyscraper several floors tall. As he walks through the front doors his mind places images of old on top of the new ones, bringing back a feeling of warm nostalgia. A smile comes across his face as he hears ghosts of the past talk next to him as he makes his way to the Chairman’s office. At this moment, there is only one thing that can snap TK out of his daydreaming and that’s an image of a beautiful woman - and needless to say, he spots one. Walking out of the elevator directly in front of him is the current ACW Woman’s Champion and daughter of his old rival BK London, Princess London. Wishing to make a connection to something of the past, Thunderkiss eagerly approaches her.Thunderkiss: Well, you sure fill out that belt nicely ...Princess London: You know my father always warned me about you. Thunderkiss: That’s because he’s a smart man. Say, how is the old crackerjack doing? Princess London *smiling*: He’s doing really good. Thunderkiss: Passing the time polishing all his World Titles I assume.Princess London *laughing*: Of course! You know my dad! Thunderkiss: Next time you see him, make sure you tell him I still owe him one. Or two... three... maybe four. I lost count to be honest. Princess once again giggles and TK decides to call it a day. As he raises his hand goodbye, he catches one more glance of her, the sight of her causing him to mumble what’s on his mind.Thunderkiss: Ahhhh, to be young again! TK takes the elevator up to the top floor where he’ll come to face with the current ACW Commissioner. Just like many years ago, this is a trip he’d rather not have to take. Word must have spread backstage of his return for last night he received a call from the Commissioner, during which he was informed that he must report to the Chairman’s office before being allowed backstage access. As he approaches the large metal doors, he takes a deep breath before opening. Part of growing old is that one must confront the sins of their past - and for TK - this is a BIG one.Chairman Matheson: Hello Thunderkiss ... please, take a seat. Thunderkiss: I’d rather stand.Chairman Matheson: Suit yourself. Rena steps behind her desk and takes a seat. She has aged, but has aged well. She still carries her elegance and don’t think for a moment TK doesn’t notice.Chairman Matheson: So you’ve decided to come back to us ... interesting. Thunderkiss: As per request of XS- I mean Matt Irvine.Chairman Matheson: So I’ve heard - and you know what Thunderkiss, I have no problems with this at all.... “Oh here it comes”, he thinks to himselfChairman Matheson: As long as you stick to yourself and not cause any problems around here. The last thing I need you doing is coming in and wrecking ACW! Thunderkiss: That’s funny, I was under the impression that you’ve done a good job on wrecking it yourself.Chairman Matheson: Watch your mouth TK. I can have you thrown out of here at anytime! You are now speaking to a woman of power and clout now. Thunderkiss: And just how many men did you have to fuck to get that “power and clout”Chairman Matheson: You prick! ~!~SLAP~!~ Rena leaps out of her chair and slaps TK directly across his face. Unlike the days of old, he doesn’t respond. He just stands there and takes it, perhaps feeling a since of relief as he tries to free his conscious. She goes to strike him again, and is prevented as TK reaches out with his hand and blocks her.Chairman Matheson: Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you did to me. Thunderkiss takes Rena’s hand and moves it down across his chest. She looks up into his eyes as he responds ...Thunderkiss: And don’t think for a moment I haven’t forgotten either.Rena can only watch as Thunderkiss turns his back and walks out of her office. A part of her wants to stop him while another part wants to carve another message in his chest. Struggling internally, she can only retreat to her chair where she opens up the bottom of her desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of wine. Meanwhile, Thunderkiss begins to make his descend down the tower, his mind also filled emotions triggered by the last few minutes. Wishing not to dwell on them, he just focuses on impending meeting between him and Matt that is just moments away.[END] CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):Chairman Matheson: Now the Chairman of ACW, Rena now controls the power. Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Dan White: Currently has issues with Thunderkiss over Zero’s death. Whereabouts unknown. Jake Cheng: Retired. Now runs a training school in Los Angeles. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Now crippled by Magog. Princess London: Daughter of the Legendary BK London. Current ACW Woman’s Champion. Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps. Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Is retired and cannot let go of the past. Zero: Deceased.
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