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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:40:49 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 6th October 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Lusso vs. Josh The Jersey Boy
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Wayde Russeller vs. XS3
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Henry McKaye and Starkweather vs. The Road Steelers
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Jay Zero vs. Mystery Opponent
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BK London's Go for the Gold Five Man Gauntlet
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:41:58 GMT -5
Opening Segment: The Last Great Emperor Credit: Steele/Train/??/?? The scene opens up as this week‘s Warfare is just kicking off. Fireworks and pyro to go along with the screaming fans who sit in anticipation to see tonight‘s card and whatever else is sure to unfold here tonight. As everything now calms down, we cut to the ring to see stagehands quickly setting up the scenery for our opening ceremony. Upon a closer look, we see that the ring mat has been covered entirely in a red carpet like fabric. On top of that is a gold and black throne with a gold crown placing on the top left of it. With the throne sitting on top of a soapbox like stand, which is placed neatly under the fabric. Beside the throne is a mirror which stands upright, at about the height of the average ACW wrestler. But then as we begin to roam more across the ring, we see a tall black table covered up by a even larger black sheet, clearly hiding what‘s underneath. The stagehands finish up the last touches as they leave the ring. Now the night can officially begin.Eddie Edison - Welcome! To another edition of Monday Night Warfare! Coming off the heels of a truly amazing Main Event between Yoko Satoshi and BK London, we are set for the aftermath of it, which is sure to be tremendous. Maxwell McNally - Maybe that’s what this whole set-up in the ring is about. BK is indeed now the man who has been closest to breaking Yoko’s streak. He may be declare himself as King of ACW. As McNally finishes off his comment, we are now sent back to the ring as Ring Announcer; Phillip Jones stands in the ring with a microphone is his hand, as usual. He looks ahead at the large crowd for tonight as they talk amongst themselves of what this whole thing is about. Phillip smiles as he begins to announce the ‘festivities’.Phillip Jones - Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight is a very special coronation! To celebrate this past Saturday’s accomplishment… to celebrate this past Thursday’s historic match… to celebrate his new reign as International Champion… I now welcome you to the special ceremony of Jake Steele! The fans are confused. The majority of them now begin to boo as last week Steele decided that he didn’t need the acceptance of the fans and from now on everything he did would be for RSX3. He talked about his Dynasty coming to fruition the entire night and after it was all said and done, it did. He may have not done it in a normal fashion, but then again that just wouldn’t be the way Steele works. He bought Yoko Satoshi’s 2007 Emperor of the Ring contract and cashed it in on Jay Zero right in the middle of his match with Henry McKaye, resulting in two losses for the now former International Champion. With the fans knowing this, they start to boo even more when “Dolla” by Fort Minor starts playing over the stereo system, as the fans await their arrival.
COOOOMMEEEE ONNNNN!!!
Attention please, I only need a second To make a mental impression directly on any record so Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry
I'm back with fury, attack quickly Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man You never knew the flow was sick as this Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not So when that mixtape's done and that album drops Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it
The entire verse plays as the fans start to get impatient with the arrival of Thunder Train and Jake Steele. The fans booing begin to fade as they begin to start thinking they won’t show… until Thunder Train steps from behind the curtain with his Tag Title over his shoulder and a mean, mean look on his face. The crowd haven’t seen this man do anything to disrespect them directly, except ending the career of Jonny Spade, but still some in the crowd boo him as he has chosen to stay aligned and closely connected with Jake Steele. He stands at the top of the ramp, clutching his title as he looks out into the crowd. Soon before he gets angry enough to eat anyone, busting through the curtains comes the man himself - Jake Steele. He steps through the curtains with a black bandana in his left pocket, and the rest of his attire being that of a tailor-made suit just like last week, but this time it’s fully buttoned up and looking crisp and clean. He has both titles over each of his shoulders, and he has no shades on so everyone in the arena can see his eyes. He steps beside Train as they take a snapshot moment to pose, staring out into the crowd, before they both head down to the ring.Maxwell McNally[/color] - Now Eddie, I can appreciate this mans in-ring skill, but his attitude, his pure arrogance, it just throws me off. And now he’s drug Thunder Train down with him. Eddie Edison[/color] - Arrogance? I admit he may go over the top at times, but he has more confidence than most men in that locker room today. He’s tired of being pushed to the side and right now he’s doing anything to make sure he stays where he is at. Train makes it to the ring first as he enters the ring, waiting as Steele climbs the apron and enters through the ropes. Now walking to the center ropes and raising both titles into the air. Thunder Train stands beside him, with his Tag Title still placed over his shoulder, watching as his partner in crime draws heat from the fans. Steele then ignores the jeering and he turns around to face his throne. He looks at it for a moment, and he also takes a moment to look at the other things set up for him. He walks over to the black sheeted table and smiles, knowing what is underneath it. He then walks over to the mirror and checks himself, making sure he looks perfect for tonight. After all of the preludes he finally takes a step onto the higher position soapbox which holds up the throne, and he backs up towards it. He stands and raises his titles into the air yet again, letting everyone see one more time just who the fuck he is, and what he represents. This causes even more hate from the fans as Steele takes a deep breath and sits down onto the throne, almost feeling a sigh of relief drop over him as he makes himself comfortable. Thunder Train then makes his way over to the throne, standing next to his partner and the Double Champ, as Phillip Jones hands Steele a microphone and leaves the ring to RS.Steele - I guess sayin’ ‘I told you niggas so’ would be a little bit disrespectful huh? [/color] More hating by the fans. Steele looks back at Train and shakes his head, continuing on.Steele - Well…
I told you niggas so. I gave warnin’s. I tried lettin’ all you be a little ‘informed’ about what was goin’ down. But you thought da boy who cried wolf was just runnin’ his mouth again, right? … Wrong. By night’s end I was not only one half of ya' Tag Champions, but I was da new International Champion. Though... I feel we gettin’ a bit ahead right na’, so I’mma rewind a bit. See… ‘bout two weeks ago, when Yoko Satoshi’s name was startin’ to get brought back up in da game, little did dey know I already was in contact with da chick. And must I say… Don’t let her look fool ya’… she know how ta’ negotiate when it comes to da cash. After some sweat enducin’ meetings, she agreed to let me use her contract as she said she saw ‘potential’ in me. She knew I wasn’t gonna waste it on some small shit, and quite frankly… I don’t think I did. I mean look at me, you can yell and scream and yell some mo’ all ya’ want, but it’s clear dat I could give a shit ‘bout what you suckas think.[/color] Steele sits on his throne, now with his index finger placed under his chin as he slyly smiles at the crowd as they boo the entire time he is quiet. He thrusts his shoulders forward, getting even more comfortable in his seat. He raises the mic back to his mouth and continues.Steele - Jay Zero… Me and da dude had our past problems. We had a little beef befo’, but really he wasn’t even my main target. He was just in da way. Dat’s his main problem, dude just don’t pick his spots properly. Real talk I wasn’t comin’ at dude cause shit we did in da past, it’s cause I wanted dat title… and I don’t care if Jay Zero, Dan White, Jake Cheng, Scott Andrews, or even if Henry McKaye was champ… I would have took any of em’ out. But Zero had MY title, and I took it. Simple as dat. But… since he seemed to not want to give his shit up da propa’ way… I took it. So tonight since I'm feelin' a little 'guilty' befo’ I am traditionally crowned Emperor, I’m gonna honor da’ former Emperor … Train, pull it my nigga.[/color] Train walks up to the sheeted table and pulls off the sheet. When it’s uncovered what’s underneath, it’s clear what Steele is getting at. As the camera scrolls across the table, we see past things that Zero once believed in, or was known to be seen with. We see a can of hairspray, a former trademark of Zero, he used to carry it around everywhere with him but after shaving off most of his hair, it seems to not be of much use. The second item is a Bible, Zero wasn’t seen with one of these before but he once proclaimed that he could talk to God, before claiming that he himself is God. And the third item is… well actually we’re not sure about that one. It’s a briefcase but Zero was never one to carry one of those around. Anyways though, Steele gets up from his throne, leaving his two titles in the seat, as he picks up the can of hairspray. He walks to the mirror and mockingly sprays it over his low-cut hair, before he takes the can and drops it, laughing a bit as he looks out to the crowd who are not appreciating this mocking of Zero at all.Steele - Come oooonn maaannn. Dis nigga paid more attention to his hair den’ one of my bitches! I remember my first night in ACW. I saw a clip of Jay Zero and he cut an entire promo sprayin’ his hair and screamin’ about God dis, God dat. He said he had a 'connection' to God and he had da nigga on speed dial. *Steele shakes his head as grabs the Bible off of the table and looks inside of it, scrolling for a scripture. He doesn't find it, but acts like he was reading before closing the book* Aight… so basically Zero realized dat God didn't exist and he was da only God dat was true, or some shit like dat... Zero... if you God my nigga… then I'm an athiest.
Steele slams the Bible onto the mat and now gets Train to throw him the briefcase. Steele stares at the briefcase for a brief moment before he begins to open it up. He begins to pull out a very special piece of Zero’s history… the former Light Heavyweight Championship. Steele stops and looks at it, looking through it's soul as he places it over his shoulder.Steele - So dis is da title Kudo told me so much about. Dis is what him and Cheng broke dey backs ova'? Man. Dis is clearlah somethin' dat Zero didn't even deserve. Matta' fact, why do I even got dis out? Zero lost dis title to Andrew Starr.[/color] The crowd reels back in a unified "Ohh" which is followed by yet more hate after Steele's cheapshots of Zero's early career. Steele takes the LHW title off of his shoulder, putting it back onto the table as he ends his rundown of Zero’s past and sits back in his throne, placing his titles back over his shoulders and lounging again. Needless to say Steele has drawn a load of heat and the fans are completely enraged at Steele’s antics. He smiles, loving for the fans to show their true sides as he now feels is the perfect time to be crowned. He asks Train to leave the ring and get the crown for him, and he does just that. Train takes his Tag Title and leaves the ring, walking pass the barricade and the booing fans. But what Train doesn’t expect is for one really pissed fan to jump off the barricade and land right on his back! Train drops his title and starts flailing around a bit, trying to get the crazed fan off piggyback position as the fan keeps his grip around Train’s neck locked in tightly. Train gets a idea though as he rams the fan into the ring apron, which shakes the inside of the ring up a bit causing Steele to get up and look back at what’s happening. He starts screaming and asking Train “What da fuck you doin’?” not realizing the same thing that Train has failed to realize yet…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:42:15 GMT -5
That this isn’t just a regular fan. As the 'fan' falls off Train’s back, and grabs his own, Train backs up to the barricade and goes for a running splash but luckily (very luckily) the fan dodges it and he picks up Train’s tag belt as Steele tries to tell Train to turn around. Train doesn’t hear him in time as the fan rams the belt into Train’s face, dazing the very large man and setting up a opening, the fan takes off his ACW hat and as Train stumbles up a bit we now see who this man really is…
SIJWEH!… Anguta to be exact. Jonny Spade’s protégé has finally arrived in ACW and he is already trying to serve his main purpose for entering. Sijweh sees the big man is woozy, so begins laying into Train with hard punches to his face. In a Mayweather like combo Train drops to his knees almost falling fully to the ground but not yet. Sijweh is shocked that his usual KO combo hasn’t fully got Train down yet but still he sees the damage done and he looks around to massive cheers from the fans in approval of his debut, as he smiles and begins to quickly run to the back. Steele looks on with a “WTF?” look on his face, as Train sees his nose is bleeding…Train: !!!Train screams at the top of his huge lungs, deafening a few small children as he runs as fast as his legs can take him to the back. Steele screams for Train to come back, trying to tell him that he needs him to stay in the arena. But Train is long gone by the time Steele is done yelling. Steele looks at the announcer’s table where his crown is and he points to Phillip Jones. He tells him to bring it in. Phillip slowly gets up and heads to the ring, he slowly slides in and Steele sits down onto the throne. Phillip looks nervous and confused as Steele tells him "Crown me bitch!". Jones walks behind the throne and raises the crown into the air, he begins to place it over Steele's head, but is suddenly halted as “What’s Up People?” by Maximum the Hormone begins to play over the stereo system, to even more boos by the crowd and a “Goddamn, why!” look on Steele’s face. This isn’t exactly going how he had planned, but from the jump this was almost certain to have happened. McKaye steps out from behind the curtains with a microphone in his hand and a no-nonsense expression on his face. As he walks down the ramp he begins to talk.Henry McKaye: Excuse me, Mr. Steele. I understand that you're having this little ceremony here to commend yourself for your "amazing" title win last week, but I've been sent out here to rain on your parade. If I could address one thing first, however, I would just like to say that a thank you is in order from you. I think everyone here knows that you couldn't have won the OCW International Title if I hadn't throughly dismantled Jay Zero beforehand. Regardless, I'm out here on the behalf of your co-chairman Stephan Russo to address a matter of business that we now have with you. McKaye now enters the ring as Steele can’t believe what he is hearing from McKaye right now. His audacity! Steele continues to listen though as McKaye definitely has more to say.Henry McKaye: Jake Steele, last week you inserted yourself into Omega Championship Wrestling business with that little publicity stunt of yours. Now, while I did enjoy watching you humiliate and embarass Jay Zero in the middle of the ring in his first and only title defense, I'm afraid you have some things that belongs to OCW. Both of the belts that you have in your posession rightfully belong to OCW and will be returned to us by the end of the night whether you like it or not, Jake. Now the tag belts are something you don't have much of a say in as myself and Dr. Starkweather will take them from you, but you could walk away with a margin of dignity tonight if you play your cards right. The OCW International Championship is a matter between myself and the man who stole it from OCW, Jay Zero, and I sincerely doubt you're dumb enough to want to get involved with our war. So, Jake, I'm giving you an opportunity to hand that belt over to me RIGHT NOW and avoid the thorough and sound beating I would've otherwise given you to take it. So, what do you say, Mr. Steele? For the first time in your life, are you going to act with a measure of dignity and respect? Are you going to act to be a man and do the sensible thing here? After hearing this, Steele gets up from his throne. Now both he and McKaye stand face to face in the ring. Steele has no mic in his hand as he begins to think about the offer. He looks down at his Tag Title, then his International Title, glaring into it’s trapping glow. Steele backs up a bit and picks up the mic he dropped when Train got 3 pieced earlier. He flips the mic upside down, thinking some more about what McKaye is offering, or moreso demanding. Steele looks up at McKaye and nods his head smiling. He grabs his IN Title and slides it off his shoulder, he slowly moves it towards McKaye who grabs it and tries to pull it back - but Steele is having some second thoughts. McKaye looks at Steele, wondering what the fuck is his problem, as Steele yanks his title back and hits McKaye in the head with the mic! McKaye stumbles back onto the ropes, stunned by the sucker punch like shot. This isn’t a setback though as McKaye bounces back and he does a football like tackle to Steele, knocking the champ - and his titles to the ground. McKaye begins rapidly punching Steele, trying to the teach the overly cocky superstar a lesson in sucker shots. Steele pushes McKaye off and gets up, with both men now laying blows into each other; punch after punch. Ref’s, various stagehands and security rush out to separate the two men as this has quickly turned violent.
Security has both men placed back in their respective corners, with McKaye’s forehead trickling a bit of blood from it. McKaye looks like he could rip Steele in half as the Double Champ is handed his titles, and his crown, giving him more than enough of an excuse to leave as he slides under the ring and gets out of dodge. McKaye tells the security to take their hands off of him or he’ll have Russo fire them as he backs up to the ropes opposite of Steele. The security moves to the sides… but just when they make the opening McKaye dashes over and performs a Diving Crossbody onto Steele! The security rushes back outside as McKaye pounds on our new Emperor. It's clear that this entire thing is just out of control, everyone trying their best to break it up but the two men are just beyond raged towards each other.
As everyone is trying to settle things in the ring, we cut to the backstage to see Jay Zero watching all of this from a monitor and smiling at how it turned out. But his smile quickly turns to a frown as the scene fades on that note.
[Fade](OOC: ??/?? Credit goes to Spade & McKaye)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:42:38 GMT -5
An Understanding (Credit: McKaye/Starkweather)
[As the cameras cut back to the OCW locker room moments after Jake Steele's ceremony lost control, a very agitated God of War sat sternly on the soft leather couches in front of Stephan Russo’s office. A man who values professional behavior and carries himself with respect and pride, McKaye certainly did not appreciate being sucker punched by Jake Steele, much less being involved in a pull away brawl. Henry held a small blue icepack to the side of his head where Steele’s microphone had connected and grumbled underneath his breath. Behind his shoulder, Dr. Alexander Starkweather stood, taping his hands up for their upcoming match. Henry took the icepack off of his head and slammed it down on the ground with a loud bang.]
Henry McKaye: This is bullshit! Can you believe the level of disrespect, Dr. Starkweather? That little piece of ghetto garbage had the NERVE to defy a direct order from Mr. Russo, the single most powerful man in this godforsaken company. Worse yet, he dared to lay a hand on me after I practically handed him the OCW International title last week. I swear to you, if I had any hair left the young punks in this company would've turned it grey by now!
Starkweather: Young punks, as they are, seem to be put into this world to make the lives of the superior difficult. Especially the ones who are lucky enough to have the odds fall into their favor more often than not. As it stands, I believe a certain level of equality can be reached later tonight.
Henry McKaye: Hell, it's a given considering who I have as my partner tonight. The Road Steelers do not stand anything resembling a chance with Dr. Starkweather waving the OCW banner beside me in battle! So, if I'm not mistaken, when we defeat the two tonight and earn a title shot against them at a later date, which we will also won... won't that make you a triple crown champion?
[Starkweather nods, he stepping back and walking along the periphery of the room to take in the OCW accommodations. McKaye immediately stood at attention and followed the doctor with his eyes as he paced. BK London and Jake Cheng both put it across that he couldn‘t be trusted…]
Starkweather: Indeed. Though the phrase "Triple Crown" is odd to me, as ACW has had more than three title belts. In any case. To tell the truth, aside from viewing some of the tapes I have acquired of them, I have no idea at all who our opponents are tonight.
Henry McKaye: We're facing Jake Steele and Thunder Train. Together they form the Road Steelers along with XS3. You may recall X and Train from your days here as they were members of Thunderkiss’ Entourage. The trio has been a nuisance in the past for us, especially XS3, but lately Jake Steele has been putting his nose in places where it doesn’t belong.
Starkweather: I understand the Steel portion. But where does Road come from in that title?
[Henry quizzically stared at Dr. Starkweather, realizing that he had been so focused on the team’s name that he didn’t seem to pay attention to any of the factions’ histories. Regardless, Henry had to say that he wasn’t really sure where the “Road” portion of their name came from. A bit embarrassed of this odd little realization, Henry stared at the floor when answering the good doctor.]
Henry McKaye: ... you know... I don't really know. I've never really realized that before...
[That is why Starkweather makes as much as he does. Not only is he inhumanly vicious and disturbingly amoral, but he provides a level on insight that the common man lacks.]
Starkweather: Interesting. And, as I assume, these two and the other whom I assume will be interfering at some point have been giving you and your compatriots some measure of trouble. Just as Mr. Phillips has been giving me some measure of annoyance with his zealous defense of an aging promotion that should have found a place to die months ago.
Henry McKaye: Well, I would assume that a man of your reputation is familiar with the strains of being the top - everyone wants a piece of you. First it was the Senator, then it was NUE, and now it's these jokers. Sooner, rather than later they will realize their place and be put back into by force if need be. By the sound of things though, it appears the Senator isn't satisfied with the position BK London cast him in. Tell me, Dr., how do you plan on cementing the Senator's position in the has been category?
Starkweather: Oh, he has done far better a job of that than I ever could. Coming "back from retirement" loses some measure of effectiveness on the seventh iteration. But I do plan on making sure his old shoulder injury starts to act up again once I am afforded an opportunity to do so.
[Still standing at attention, Henry nodded in agreement. It was true that OCW had had their own problems with the Senator, but Henry had a feeling that there was more to it than OCW’s agenda concerning Starkweather.]
Henry McKaye: I'd suggest another meeting with Mr. Russo would be in order than.
Starkweather: Perhaps, perhaps. But let's look to our match tonight first before we make any more plans. I still need to figure out if I'd like at all to be associated with your cohorts.
Henry McKaye: What exactly do you mean by that, Dr. Starkweather?
[Dr. Starkweather sighed and shook his head as he moved closer to McKaye.]
Starkweather: Calling me Doctor Starkweather is a little offputting. One or the other, if you please. But I have come to help the lot of you put to rest the demons you have brought up, and I have come to finish my own business with people like Mr. Phillips and some certain few who left at a very inopportune point in time.
Henry McKaye: My apologies, Dr., I only mean to speak to you with the utmost of respect. It does, however, disturb me that you're not 100% behind the OCW cause...
[Henry sternly stared at Dr. Starkweather before cautiously patting him on the shoulder. A small smirk escaped the side of McKaye‘s mouth as he nodded his head.]
Henry McKaye: Regardless, soldiers come in many forms and I owe you a measure of gratitude for helping me pin Mr. Phillips. Whatever business you have to deal with, you can feel confident that the God of War will be in your corner. I am curious, however, just what the Senator did to earn your wrath.
[Starkweather simply issues a smile. One that says, at once, "I will rip your arm off if it lingers there" and "We have an agreement." Complying with this nonverbal clue, Henry lowered his arm and folded it behind his back along with its counterpart.]
Starkweather: He made himself a bother, and I do dislike leaving my business unfinished. I am going to make sure that old injury of his comes back to haunt him.
Henry McKaye: Fine. First the Road Steelers tonight... then we can see to it that you get your play date with the Senator. Deal?
Starkweather: ...Very well. I assume that you can convince your associates that I am as trustworthy as they can expect, and then we will have another big, sociopathic family to help me see to matters.
[Ah, memories. More business to see to.]
[Fade.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:42:59 GMT -5
Segment: The consequences of battle (Credit: BK London)
The show is already running hot after such an explosive opening, and we already pan through the sold out crowd of fans who are on their feet and anxious for whatever ACW decides to throw at them next. Suddenly, the one man who they thought would be absent from the show - especially after what happened on Meltdown, makes his way out. As the sounds of "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco pounds throughout the speakers, it's once again the same routine of massive heat for the OCW Heavyweight Champion. However, it's a bit of a while before he makes his way out - and instead of the cocky stride we normally see him sporting, it appears to be a very gingerly walk as he steps through the curtain.
Sporting one of the finest linens, the OCW Champion makes his way to the stage - and he's sporting his signature Dolce and Gabanna glasses - and a massive bandage across his forehead. Slowly, the champion treads down to the ring - with an obvious limp, and he begins to make his way up the steps.
Walking down the apron, he glances over at Phillip - who quickly rushes over and sits on the bottom rope for BK London, so he can enter quite easier. Due to his condition, it's questionable is BK London will still hold his 5 Man Gauntlet tonight as Yoko gave him a battle he never expected on Meltdown.
London stands in the middle of the ring, and the lights return to normal and the music dies down. He removes his sunglasses to show the shiner on his left eye, and simply stares at the crowd.
BK London: ....Last week on Meltdown, I..
But he pauses, when the chants of "YO-KO" fill up the ACW arena, which brings a grimacing expression to the face of the OCW Champion. Rather than expend more energy to shut them up, he simply waits for them to die down - but there looks like no signs of slowing down with this chant.
BK London: ....Last week on Meltdown, I engaged in a match with Yoko Satoshi at the Night of Rematches. A match that while I was more than happy to take on, I was less than happy with the shennanigans that went on throughout the match. The shennanigans of the constant rules created by Yoko Satoshi, from no countouts to no disqualifications to no time limits, all to swing the match in her favor. But like the champion I am, I persevered...
Massive heat.
BK London: Like the champion I am, I went above and beyond the call of battle - and managed to get a bit hardcore when she decided to switch up the rules. When she went for the little stupid Texas Cloverleaf she does, I managed to break free. When she went for the YKO, I countered it. When she attemtped to knock me off the stage, I sent her flying and then followed up with my picture perfect Shooting Star Press. I did what no one else has done in the past three years, and I beat the "Yokoweight Champion" within an inch of her life. But you know what's the most important statistic? The fact that, I am still standing here tonight...
Barely, but standing he is. The camera pans from his feet all the way up to his mangled face, and he continues his promo.
BK London: ...while Yoko is probably somewhere in Okinawa, licking her wounds and feasting on the flesh of young prepubescent girls.
Too much? Probably.
BK London: However, because I am standing tonight - it does not mean that I am exactly 100%. You see...
The blazer of BK London begins to come off, quite slowly at that, and now the champion removes his tie. The fans are wondering why the champion is removing his attire, and a few female audience members are more than ready for the strip show they're recieving. Finally, the white collared shirt of BK London comes off - revealing the large amount of bandages he is sporting.
His right arm is bandaged from the bottom of the tricep to a few inched over his wrist. His ribs and chest have the same treatment and there are probably a bit more bandages across his body from the brutal match.
BK London: ..I right now, look like I just stepped out of King Tut's tomb. The doctors have bandaged me from head to toe, and I spent at LEAST three hours after the match cleaning the wounds and applying the bandages. The doctors have informed me that I am in no condition to battle...so tonight, I am officially announcing that the Five Man Go for the Gold Gauntlet will have to be postponed....
Not a good reaction towards that.
BK London: In fact, I am announcing that for the rest of the month of October - I will not be defending this title or competing in any other matches due to the doctor's orders. Therefore...
"Ginger's Theme" hits and this gets quite the rousing pop from the crowd, and the Co-Chairman makes his way out to the stage with a smirk across his face.
Chairman Gingerdude: Whoa whoa, am I hearing this right? Is the great BK London - the man who spent four years of his career giving his entire body to entertain the fans, actually calling off a match?
BK London: Oh don't patronize me Ginger. You're lucky those fans that got hit in that match aren't suing the pants off you right now! The only reason I am not competing tonight is because of the doctor's, alright? You think I don't want to be in this ring? Kicking ass and taking names of your half assed wrestlers?
Chairman Gingerdude: You know? There's all this doctor's talk - and I have yet to hear from Dr. Makabe about not being cleared to wrestle. Seems a bit farfetched to me...
BK London: You think you're funny huh? Well look at the brain on you. Well I had a feeling you would bring that up Ginger. That's why...
Reaching into his back pocket, BK London pulls out a small piece of paper and unfolds it. Limbing towards the ropes, he holds it towards the stage and shows it to Chairman Gingerdude.
BK London: You see this? This is a doctor's note. It's from my OWN personal doctor - simply because I don't trust the medical quacks here - stating that I am under no condition to wrestle! See the little scribbly thing, that's his signature!
Chairman Gingerdude: BK...BK...BK. How old are you?
BK London: Old enough, what's that to you?
Chairman Gingerdude: You're too old to be using a doctor's note - that's what. This is wrestling! This is the most physical business on earth TODAY! People walk in and out that ring with nagging injuries all of the time, so don't give me that doctor's BS!
Pop for the Chairman!
Chairman Gingerdude: Whether you like it or not, the contract is already signed - and the five men are already picked out for this match. Therefore, the match will go on as planned tonight - and if you manage to survive all five men, you will have no challenger at Samhain and I'll be happy to give you the month off. However, if you lose - you will be facing the man who beat you at Samhain for the "OCW" Heavyweight Championship!
BK London: What?!
London is livid in the ring, but he doesn't get too out of control due to his physical condition.
Chairman Gingerdude: Oh and champ....feel better soon.
"Gingerdude's theme sounds through the speakers and he exits while the OCW Champion is steaming in the ring as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:43:37 GMT -5
Segment: I feel like the energizer bunny (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Man that was exciting.
I have this entire adrenaline running through my body. I can like punch someone out right about now…again. While I continue walking backstage after that surprise attack I gave to Thunder Train I begin to notice that staff backstage point at me and mumble words to other staff. Could this be finally my big break in the business? Perhaps right away people will take me seriously. Who knows, at this rate I could be booked in big matches. At any rate I have Gingerdude to see about my contract. I spot some guys standing around on the side that work here, so it seems to me that they would be ideal in knowing where Gingerdude’s office would be.
Sijweh: Excuse me wo--
Worker: Oh my god! You’re the guy that just took out Train!
Sijweh: Haha, yeah that was me.
Worker: THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Sijweh: Thanks, say would you happen to know where Gingerdude’s office would be would you?
Worker: Oh? Yea definitely. It’s down that hallway.
Sijweh: Thanks buddy.
As I continue my way down the hallway it seems that people continue to begin noticing me. Well it’s a good thing I made a name for myself this quick right? This must be the place “Chairman Gingerdude” it says on the door. As I knock on the door I hear a faint voice from behind it. “COME ON IN” I walk in and see an elderly looking man behind a desk. He looks up at me and has a smirk on his face. I guess he would be the guy.
Gingerdude: Sijweh, come on in.
He reorganized his papers into a pile and I took a seat in the chair in front of his desk.
Gingerdude: I saw what you did earlier tonight. It was fantastic. Surprising Train like by popping out of nowhere; I can see why Jonny recommended you in the first place.
Sijweh: Did you happen to catch my Fallout match this past weekend?
Gingerdude: I did, and because of that, it would be great and a pleasure to have you on my roster. Welcome aboard son.
Son? What does he mean by that? I understand that everyone in ACW is like some big family that argues and bickers at each other, but does he want me to start calling him dad? I give him a half smile as he hands me a pad of paper with size 10 font. I fan through the sheets taking a rough count of the number of pages.
Sijweh: What’s with all these pages?
Gingerdude: It’s for your contract. Did you really expect it to be 1 page?
Sijweh: Actually…yes? I guess I never really had a contract to sign before so I didn’t know what to expect.
Gingerdude: Well then let this be your first and last…job wise of course
He let out a slight chuckle. I didn’t see the humour in it.
Gingerdude: You don’t have to worry about anything now Sijweh. This contract of yours will protect you.
I was a little hesitant to trust him after saying something like that, but I needed the income. But in any case I ended up signing that contract. He then stood up and I did too. He extended his hand out towards me and I did the same to him and shook his hand.
Gingerdude: Welcome aboard.
Sijweh: You mind if I take a copy of the contract? I would like to know what I can and can’t do.
Gingerdude: Not at all, here is a copy of yours.
He gave me an equivalent sized pad of paper and I rolled it up in my hand and headed for the door.
Sijweh: Thanks Mr. Gingerdude.
As I opened up the door to his office I heard a familiar voice barging down the hallway.
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS HUNGRY FOR SOME ESKIMO!
I had re-shut the door and waited for the train to pass this stop. I look over at Gingerdude with a nervous smile and laugh a nervous laugh in the process. He laughs to himself and continues to stand there as I wait. The heavy footsteps that I heard just a few moments ago begin to fade off in the distance and I open the door and peak my head out. Good he’s gone. I look back at him and then make my exit.
End Scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:44:33 GMT -5
Segment: Wayde's World Credit: Wayde Russeller
The fans are watch intriguingly as ACW ring crew sets up for the next part of the show. The crew brings in two old fashioned couches and sets them up across from each other. They also bring in a throw rugs and lay them out in the center of the ring. Next is an old, beat up, wooden TV stand on which they place and TV that looks like it's from the 70's. After they set up they leave the ring and the show looks ready to move on. The TV commercials end and we are back live as the ACW fans go crazy for the camera's. At the height of the excitement, it all turns to boos as "Me Against the World" by Simple Plan blast on the speakers. Wayde comes out to the entrance ramp wearing his cowboy hat, jeans, and white tank top. He has his Entertainment Title on his waist and a smile spread wide across his face. He holds up the Texas hand symbol as gold fireworks explode behind him and create a huge "W" on the stage. After letting the hate from the fans sink in for a little he walks towards the ring and slides in. He looks around at his set and loves it. They set it up to look exactly like Wayde had intended. He goes and grabs two mics. one that he lays on the far couch and one he holds himself.
Wayde: WOOOO! Ya'll look excited tonight. Are you excited tonight? See I already know why your excited tonight. I mean there a lot of things to be excited about here tonight. I mean you have the Road Steelers in a match against OCW's "God of War" and the fresh returning Starkweather!
The fans cheer for the great show they know those four men will put on
Wayde: You have Jay Zero taking on a mystery opponent and we ALL love mysteries!
Fans cheer again in anticipation for who Zero will be taking on.
Wayde: You have BK's number one contender gaunt.....hell that won't be exciting cuz I'm not in it!
The fans cheer not only to let Wayde know they don't care he isn't in it but also in excitement for the next number one contender.
Wayde: You have the match of the night.....Wayde Russeller vs C3PO! Wait that's not his name...
The fans cheer and loudly start chanting "XS3"
Wayde: What was his name again...R2D2?
Fans get even louder with their "XS3" chant
Wayde: Eh, who cares. Any who, that's still not what you guys are excited for, you guys here tonight are excited to witness the FIRST EVER...Wayde's World!
Now the fans boo which Russeller seems to ignore.
Wayde: That's right and here tonight, we start off with PURE ENTERTAINMENT, as our first guest on the soon to be Number One rated television segment, MRS. RED!
"Welcome To The Jungle" comes on the speakers and the fans have mixed reactions for Mrs. Red. Some pity the murder of her husband, while others hate her and think she did it. She comes out wearing a low cut black shirt that shows off her cleavage very nicely. She is also wearing a tight black leather skirt and black heels on her feet. She makes her way to the ring and climbs the steps and into the ring. Wayde hands her the mic and tells her to sit as he sits on the couch opposite her.
Wayde: So, Mrs. Red, I see you came out to your husbands theme music, still trying to get some attention from his popularity?
Mrs Red: Wayde. Now is not a good time for me. I have just lost my husband and you are trying to be an ass about it. I used his theme to pay him the respects he deserves.
Wayde: Wow, that is really sweet. Now the first question everyone would like an answer too is, how are you holding up? How is...life after Red?
Mrs Red: I never expected him to die. She begins to tear up I never got a proper good bye, I...
Wayde: HOLD UP! No one really cares about that crap. That's really sweet and all but this is my first show, and everyone makes mistakes, and I did too. The question that everyone wants an answer to is, how did you do it?
Mrs Red: I don't understand what you mean.
Wayde: Come on, we all know you did it! He impregnated another slut and you got revenge, it cool, we get it, but how did you pull it off?
Mrs. Red: How dare you? Who do you think you are?
Wayde: Your right, I don't know why I would think that? BUT, just for fun, lets ask the fans. Who hear thinks Mrs. Red killed her husband?
90% of the fans seem to cheer in agreement. Wayde laughs as Mrs. Red sheds some tears and is shocked.
Wayde: See? And they hate me! That's the first thing I have said they cheered for in a long time!
Mrs. Red: You are wrong. Everyone is wrong. Yes I was mad and upset to find out that some other girl was pregnant. But I would not go the distance of murdering someone.
Wayde: We're just supposed to blindly believe you wouldn't go that far? That your not that kind of person? I think the tape begs to differ...
Wayde picks up a remote and turns on the TV, the image also appears on the Alphatron. He plays a tape of her turning on Wayde at EOTR. The clip pretty much repeats her betrayal over and over before cutting out.
Wayde: Lies, deceit, betrayal, all stepping stones to murder! You are that kind of person Mrs. Red.
Mrs Red: How hypercritical of you! On SEVERAL occasions you said you wanted to kill him, and even worse than that you almost did! In that street fight you guys had, you tried to crush him in between two dumpsters!
Wayde: Well to be fair I did almost get run over by a car because of him, so we were even. And yes, I said I wanted to, I even tried to! Hell, I wouldn't have minded if he died right in the ring at Emperor of the Ring. However, there is a small difference between me and you, I wanted to kill him, you did.
Mrs. Red jumps up from her seat and slaps Wayde hard across the face. The smile that he had slowly disappears and he gets a serious look on his face. He slowly stands and stares at her as she slinks back in to her seat.
Wayde: Its good that Red is dead now. If the cops didn't rule out suicide I would have thought he killed himself just to escape you! You are nothing but a slutty, piece of shit, dirty little b...
Mrs Red: I WISH YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MURDERED INSTEAD OF HIM!
Wayde smiles once again and leans back. He gestures to the back for someone to come to the ring and the fans don't have to wait long to see who it is as a handful of cops come into the ring.
Mrs Red: What is this! What's going on??
Wayde: You see, you just threatened my life Mrs. Red. And coming from a murder suspect I take that threat very seriously. So these fine men in blue will escort you to the local presinct to be held there for a little while. You should really be more careful what you say.
The cops come in and handcuff Mrs. Red and one reads her her rights. She starts to cry even harder now as the cops pull her out of the ring and everyone watches quietly letting the events that are going on soak in. The ring crew comes in and starts undoing the set for Wayde's World as Wayde himself walks to the back.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:44:55 GMT -5
Segment: I'm Back, and Better Than Ever... (Part 1) (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera fades in to show the door that leads into the ACW arena, as it begins to open. In walks…Jason Freeman. The crowd doesn't even know what to think upon seeing him, because of his actions on Thursday…Above all, his actions made almost no sense. Sure, he had been insulted, and sure there had been an argument, but it wasn't like Freeman to do what he did. He seemingly snapped. What started as argument, had ended up with Dan's head being whacked with a lead pipe. Freeman slowly walks down the hallway inside, the look on his face grim, and almost expressionless. His pace is steady, and slow, with little swagger at all. All of a sudden the voice of Kevin is heard.
Kevin: Hey! Hey!
Freeman continues walking, not even glancing back. He continues on his slow pace, apparently walking towards the ring…as Kevin now runs into view, catching up to Freeman.
Kevin: Last Thursday, you…attacked Dan White, for barely any reason at all…wh---
Despite Kevin’s questions, Freeman doesn’t even turn his head. He walks on, and Kevin calls after him
Kevin: Hey! Freeman!
But he keeps walking. He doesn’t have time for this. He doesn’t have time for any of this. He has one purpose here tonight. He doesn’t have time to grace an interviewer with his presence. Kevin sees something in Freeman’s eyes that suggests he shouldn’t pursue, and he turns away…but as Freeman walks on, somebody comes up that does get his attention. Somebody he DOES have to listen to. It’s (co) Chairman Ginger, and he doesn’t look happy.
Ginger: Freeman, what the HELL got into you?!
Freeman pauses, looks to the ground and doesn't make eye contact with Ginger for a couple seconds.
Ginger: Hey, listen to me when I talk to you! If you don't answer me, I---
Freeman sighs
Freeman: ...You're wasting my time...
Freeman turns and walks off, as Ginger clenches his fist in anger...technically he has the power to make Freeman turn around and answer him, and could punish him if he wanted to, but he has too much on his mind right now to pursue this...he angrily turns away and marches back down the hallway, confused at Freeman's actions more than anything...the fans as well, are still perplexed...but Freeman is walking towards the ring, so these questions will be answered soon enough.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:45:29 GMT -5
Match 1: Lusso vs. Josh The Jersey Boy (Credit: JJB)
“All Along A Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix plays as the arena begins to boo for the entrance of Josh the Jersey Boy. JJB walks out with a smug look on his face as he walks slowly out through the curtains. But as JJB slips his head out of the curtains, he is blind sided with a chair shot from behind. The chair shot came from Lusso who was looking for an upper hand at the beginning of the match. Referee of the match Joey Reynolds is already in for one hell of a night as he sees the two brawling before the bell even rings.
Lusso and JJB do not enter the ring until two minutes later when Lusso throws JJB into the squared circle as the bell begins to ring. Lusso starts the match off in a roaring fashion by nailing many clotheslines and flying forearms knocking JJB off of his feet each time. Lusso then begins to lock JJB into a kumara arm lock which stifles JJB’s right shoulder.
Eddie: These two have shown no lost love for the other, as both have something to prove tonight!
Maxwell: Well Eddie, if you take into consideration what JJB tried on Lusso last week, you can understand why Lusso is infuriated with him.
Eddie: That’s all because Lusso couldn’t keep his damn mouth shut!
JJB begins to break the hold with a couple of stiff elbows to the mouth of Lusso. Lusso releases the hold after JJB hits a devastating elbow to Lusso’s jaw. JJB rises up and begins to taunt Lusso. JJB then whips Lusso into the unforgiving turnbuckle as JJB steps back to the opposite side. JJB then does an unusual move, he begins to charge right at Lusso but instead of hitting Lusso with a move, he stops right at the center of Lusso’s face and flips him off. JJB then pokes the eye of Lusso as an ultimate humiliation technique.
As Lusso becomes enraged with the JJB’s mockery and tricks he is hit with a forward thrust kick that sends Lusso back into the turnbuckles again. JJB trying to attempt the same move again, is this time sent reeling with a side kick from Lusso who had enough of JJB’s clown like antics. Lusso begins to kick JJB’s leg which proves to be effective as JJB begins to clutch his Achilles tendon. Lusso then goes to finish JJB off with a smack to JJB’s chin with an uppercut, but it’s ineffective as JJB blocks the uppercut and throws Lusso down with a krav maga throw.
JJB begins to taunt Lusso to try any other kinds of punches and kicks. Lusso seeing JJB’s arrogance sweeps him off of his feet with a sliding kick to his Achilles tendon. JJB feeling his nerves being pinched immediately falls from the blow. Lusso then ascends the turnbuckle for a stomp kick to the back of the head. JJB clutches his head as Lusso goes for the pin.
Reynolds: 1 2……
No!!! JJB kicks out as Lusso begins to smile.
Maxwell: As you can see the look on Lusso’s face indicates he is enjoying every moment he is hurting JJB.
Eddie: I dunno Maxwell; I think Lusso is just glad he locked his door today!!!
Lusso begins to work on the leg of JJB with a couple of stomps and rest holds to JJBs ankle. JJB is screaming in agony from each hold, as each hold twists his tendons like a knot. Lusso picks JJB up and sets him up for a Face Crash, but it’s blocked by JJB with a couple of elbows to Lusso’s gut. JJB then brawls his way out of Lusso’s grasp and begins to mount an offensive technique that did more damage to JJB, than to Lusso. JJB hits a front lung blower which ended up hurting JJB more because it required leg work from him. JJB falls to the floor and yet again clutches his legs in pain and anguish. Lusso not feeling the effects of the move begins to slowly close in on JJB. JJB who like a scared doe running away from a lion, slowly limps towards the corner of turnbuckle. Lusso who stares at a scared JJB is surprised with a low blow from JJB. Lusso falls to the ground as JJB stands up and begins to dance with both of his legs showing that he was faking his leg pains. Ref Reynolds warns JJB about his actions, but JJB raises his fist up and begins to chase the ref around. He is suddenly hit with a swift kick to the gut by Lusso who then hits a Face Crash. Lusso covers.
1 2 3!!!!!
Maxwell: Lusso has won the match with his Face Crash maneuver.
Eddie: If that idiot ref Reynolds would just let JJB fight this would not have happened.
As Lusso raises his hand in victory, JJB slowly rises up and slides underneath the ring to grab a steel chair. Lusso unaware of JJB’s treachery gets blindsided with a chair shot, that sounds more like a gun shot. Lusso falls down as JJB stares at his unconscious body. As JJB leaves the ring for good, Lusso stands up and begins to laugh disgusting a freaked out JJB.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:46:09 GMT -5
[Segment] The voice of narcissism [Credit] Bryce
Following the conclusion of Lusso and Josh the Jersey Boy the camera switches from ringside to one of the small openings at backstage. In picture is a wall-length mirror and a person can be seen standing in front of it. This person is wearing an attire of dark blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt. It is Bryce. Only the back of Bryce is in view, but you can still see that he is about to speak by the changing of his breathing pattern.
Bryce: Mirror, mirror, on the wall...who is the great superstar of them of all?
Bryce pauses, he does however, turn around. As Bryce turns around he bursts out laughing and continues talking.
Bryce: As if I even need to ask! You see, I, Bryce have only been back in ACW less than week and yet I still have made an impact bigger than the majority of the roster will make in their career. Just like I did in my first tenure, too. It's no secret that I'm not on many ACW superstar Christmas card lists, but when you look as good and have the same level of athleticism as I do, does it really matter? There is however one question that has constantly been asked of me since I returned on the last edition of Meltdown, and that has simply been; where have you been Bryce? It seems the general ACW population is quite the nosey kind, doesn't it? Well, quite frankly it's nobody's business to know, but mine! Though don't be fooled, as with anything to do Bryce, you can rest assured knowing it was something you type of people can only dream of coming into contact with.
As Bryce moves onto his next point his smirk quickly disappears.
Bryce: Tonight, however, there is a more important issue to discuss...and that is what happened at the supposed night of the rematches, last Thursday! As all you people watching at homes have no lives, much less anything better to do than watch yours truly display what a true superstar should able to do against Kudo and Wayde, you would of seen that...you would of seen that Bryce was cheated out of a victory! Yes, that's right; I was cheated! No sooner had I taken out that bumbling oaf Wayde Russeller for the count with The Californication than Kudo pinned me with an illegal pinning manoeuvre! And do you know what the worst thing is, huh? Do you? It's that Kudo goes around preaching how he's some saint or something, yet he still pulls dirty tricks like that! See, despite the fact that good ol' Kudo seems to have brainwashed you halfwits, Bryce can see that Kudo is no better than a fake! And a bad one at that!
Bryce calms himself down as he shakes his head side to side.
Bryce: However! Unlike your simpletons such as BK London, Bryce isn't easily sidetracked. Oh no. See, there will come a time and a place, and I will get that son of a gun back, but tonight Bryce has bigger fish to fry! Oh yes! Forget Wayde or Lusso, Lasso or Losso, I came back to make impact...not play around with jobbers! Fortunately, tonight, instead of having to address you people for any longer, Bryce instead has a spot of urgent business that I need to attend to. So, that means unfortunately (for you) that you're going to be stuck watching the likes of Wayde Russeller...at least for now that is!
As Bryce finishes his speech he typically turns around to gaze at himself in the mirror again. After deciding he's admired himself enough for now, he turns around one last time to say one last thing before heading off.
Bryce: Later, alligator!
A smirk grows on the face of Bryce who immediately heads off, out of camera shot. The camera slowly fades to black focused on the mirror.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:46:43 GMT -5
Segment: I'm Back, and Better Than Ever... (Part 2) (Credit: Jason Freeman)
The camera cuts to the fans in the ACW arena. It zooms around, as various fans hold up their signs and cheer, trying to get shown on TV…when all of a sudden, the opening notes of “Ugly” by The Exies hits the speakers. After a bit of a long wait, Jason Freeman walks out from the back, not even looking to the crowd to acknowledge the confused reaction he receives the instant he appears. He walks relatively slowly…almost annoyingly slowly. He obviously doesn’t seem to be in a rush to go anywhere, and he certainly isn’t going to increase his pace to accommodate himself to fans with attention spans of goldfish. He is going to get to the ring on his own time, and they’ll have to accept that.
He walks down the ramp, and around the ring, grabbing a steel chair and microphone from the outside. He rolls into the ring, sets up the chair and sits down. He faces the camera, sitting in the chair in the middle of the ring, and places the microphone on his lap. He leans back and waits for a couple of seconds, before raising the microphone to his lips. He pauses, before speaking.
Freeman: I must say that it does feel great to be back in an ACW arena again…to be sitting in an ACW ring once more. Now…all of you sitting there look as if you’re a little bit confused. After all, I’m gone for a couple months, I come back, and the next thing you know Dan White has the imprint of a lead pipe in the back of his head. Why would I do that? To be fair, he did insult me, but I obviously came prepared. I had the pipe after all. It could be said in a court of law that that may have been considered…premeditated? I dare say that they may have to declare me guilty, the only PROBLEM with that would be the motive. And, I must have had a very good reason to attack somebody that I’d barely talked to in my life. What WAS that reason?
Some people in the crowd are booing, but Freeman pays no mind
Freeman: Well, to be honest, I didn’t have one!
The crowd is extremely confused…what’s gotten into him? This is not the same Jason Freeman as two months ago obviously.
Freeman: No, no, bare with me, just listen to me for a second. When I say I didn’t have a reason, I mean that…personally, no reason. I don’t dislike Dan White at all…I certainly don’t LIKE him, but I really have no opinion about him…to be honest I don’t care about Dan White at all, but as for why I’d attack him? Now hold on, I’ll get to it in a little bit, but I want to talk about something else first. I just want to say something that I think is crucial to understanding this curious situation which seems to have been thrust upon us. I think the misconception here, is that I’m the same Jason Freeman that I was before I left…
Freeman shakes his head, and smiles. His smile is almost eerie. It’s sickeningly proud…the look of a man who has just done some horrible deed and is immensely satisfied by it. He then pauses…as if thinking of what to say next…he seems to be choosing his words carefully, and when he finally speaks it’s deliberately.
Freeman: How to start…well…In this world…there are many people, and as we learned in first grade, everybody is unique. Every single one of us. We’re all different. Of course, that's not really true at all. Despite all the differences in the world, all human beings have one thing in common. No matter WHO you are, every single person is working in their own best interest. The only thing that CHANGES, is what that best interest may be. Every single action, every thought, every move…it’s all based on one thing. “What can I do to help myself?” Now to some people this is absurd. They have moral standards. There are people that will give money to charity, people that will never lie, people that always look out for others before themselves. These are of course the “good” people. Everybody praises them. Of course, THOSE people are CERTAINLY not in the least self-centered. But, is that really true?
Freeman’s tone before was relatively casual, and explaining, as if he was giving a lecture. As he talks more and more, almost after each sentence, he seems to get a bit less casual, and a bit of anger seems to start to creep into his voice…though he still seems rather calm at this point.
Freeman: Those people do those things, because in their minds, they think that it would be in their self interest to be considered a “good” person. They want people to look at them, and be able to praise their kindness…and they want to be able to look at themselves with a false sense of superiority because they’re GOOD people. Newsflash. It’s the action that counts, not results. They are happy because they gave money to charity. They aren’t happy because people in need are using that money. In fact, if they knew that the money they gave to charity was going to be ripped up and shred, they wouldn’t even care. Because, they don’t CARE. They’re happy because at the end of the day they can look back and say “I did a good thing. I’m a great person.” That’s all it is. They don’t want to help PEOPLE. THE ACTION, not the RESULT is what counts for them.
Freeman is obviously extremely passionate about what he’s saying, but the crowd doesn’t seem to agree. Freeman looks at them darkly…they’re all the same. Every one of them, and he knows it.
Freeman: Oh, what? You guys all think you’re so different? You think this isn’t true?! EVERBODY is selfish! Everybody is looking in their best interest…the most religious men out there? They are pious because they fear hell, and want to guarantee a happy afterlife. WHY exactly should those people be thought more highly of than others. There are some people who will cheat, lie, backstab…do WHATEVER it takes to get what they want…and you know what? They are ALSO acting in their best interest…the only difference…the ONE difference, is that what they WANT is different. Maybe they are a bit more shallow. They see something they want? They’d rather steal it and have the item then to have at the end of the day the ability to look back on themselves as good people. Maybe that’s because they realize the absurdity of it all. If I see something I want, why SHOULDN’T I take it? You know what? I’m working for me! And if everybody’s working in their own self interest, it’s time for ME to do it too!
And here he comes down to the point
Freeman: My whole career has been a load of nothing…I never accomplished anything, and I thought I was trying as hard as I could…but was I really? It all comes down to how…much…I…want…it…and I WANT IT! I MOST DEFINITELY WANT IT! And here’s something. I don’t give a DAMN about the other guy. I give a damn about one man, and that’s Jason Freeman. I will do anything it takes, anything there is. I don’t care what you think of me. I don’t care what ANYONE thinks. I don’t care about ANYONE besides myself. I don’t need team mates, I don’t need anybody. I am DONE with the Senatorial Stable, and I am DONE with other people. Somebody could be perfectly nice to me, but if I see that that somebody is between me and what I want, you can bet that I will turn my back on him in one second, and you know what? No, maybe I won’t be being a good person. Maybe I won’t.
He laughs.
Freeman: GET OFF YOUR MORAL HIGH HORSE PEOPLE! Don’t look down like you’re so high and mighty when we are ALL the same! Stop lying to yourselves, and just throw away these stupid illusions you put for yourself. I’ve done it, and I feel freer than ever! Glory isn’t feeling like a good person. GLORY IS HOLDING A GOLDEN BELT WITH YOUR NAME ON IT, AND BEING DECLARED CHAMPION! You know why all politicians lie? Because they do what they have to! They say the right things, and formulate the right opinions that THEY think will get them THEIR glory…Don’t pretend they aren’t thinking about it, and don’t pretend that they haven’t all changed their minds to fit public opinion…that they aren’t doing EVERYTHING they can to get what they want. AND THAT’S WHY THEY GET IT. Someone tell me what the hell is wrong with that, when everybody else does the exact same thing?! Now for me, that glory, is the top of this federation. Its time that I do everything I can to get that.
And now back to his return…
Freeman: Now…a stubbed toe? Nothing but a rumor! I was out because of what happened to me at Seven Deadly Sins, yes, but it was just general injuries. And I’m happy. Because it gave me time to train. Time to better myself. I have trained for hours, slept, woke up, and trained…is it boring? Hell, yes. But there are trials and tribulations on the path to glory that I am more than willing to go through. To be a champion you have to sacrifice many things…and for me…Im willing to sacrifice my humanity if I have to
He snickers.
Freeman: If it brings me to HELL, Ill do what I have to! And let me tell you something…you have not SEEN what I’m capable of. You have not DREAMED what I can do in a wrestling ring when I am PROPERLY MOTIVATED! NOBODY HAS! EVER!
Freeman’s speech had started calm, but he’s lost all control, and he’s loving it…the anger is good…the fire is good…
Freeman: YOU HAVENT SEEN ME IN A MINDSET I SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN! IF I HAVE TO CRUSH SOMEONE’S SKULL, OR BREAK SOMEONE’S NECK TO GET A WIN, I’LL DO IT! Sounds harsh, but tough! I’m fighting for myself, and if they can’t stand up to that, then they DESERVE what they get. I’m fighting for MYself, and they are fighting for THEIRself. I can’t help it if they lose. And that comes down to my next point. I will be doing everything in my power…whatever I have to…to increase my status in this company, and what better way than to challenge somebody respected…somebody…somebody that a victory against would make me look good! Somebody that would enhance my career! And I need to outwrestle them to prove myself, and so it has to be somebody that is known for being a good wrestler…the better they are, the better I look, and so…I made my choice.
Freeman seems distant…
Freeman: Dan White…I have something to gain by beating him, and so I hit him with a lead pipe…does that sound harsh? Well…too bad…and DAN…I want you in the ring, in case you haven’t noticed. I think right now you’re waiting to show this little punk a lesson right?! That’s what you want?! WELL BRING IT! BRING WHATEVER YOU GOT, THE MORE THE BETTER!
Freeman looks up, and pauses. He has good reasoning for doing what he did, but the crowd might not understand it. That was okay. They didn’t have to. What did it matter…he slowly calms himself down…so he can close off his speech...he takes deep breaths, and leans back in the chair...inhaling...holding it...and exhaling...he breathes heavily, and when he opens his eyes, he is back to the same calm, grim, Jason Freeman, that was seen at the beginning of his speech and upon his entrance to the building.
Freeman: In any case...when I do have my first match back in the ring...I hope I have everybody's attention...
Freeman puts down the microphone, and his theme music plays, signifying that this segment is over...he puts down the mic, and leaves the ring, walking back up the ramp slowly, looking at nobody, and making eye contact with no fans, as he walks backstage, and the camera fades as the fans are wondering what to make of this whole situation...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:48:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Training Begins Credit: Wayde Russeller and Sly Fox Woods Behind Wayde's House-10-4-2008 The scene opens up with Wayde Russeller sitting on a rock in the Indian style position. A mosquito is buzzing around his head as he calmly tries to grab it, missing on several attempts. The camera rotates and shows his new prodigy, Sly Fox start to walk up. He creeps up with a baffled look on his face as to what Wayde is doing. He walks around him trying to figure out what he is doing.Sly: Uh, Wayde, you told me to meet you out here to begin training?Wayde: YesJust a simple answer is all he gives as he continues trying to catch the mosquito. Sly looks even more confused now. Sly: Can I ask what you are doing?Wayde: Trying to catch the mosquitoSly: Wouldn't a fly swatter be easier?Wayde: Man who catch mosquito with chopstick accomplish anything.Sly: Ever catch one?Wayde: Not yet. Sly looks around with a smirk on his face as Wayde stands up off the rock.Sly: I think that's from the Karate Kid.Wayde: What's from the Karate Kid?Sly: That conversation...Wayde: Oh, no, I just made that up.Sly: Are sure cuz...Wayde: Oh I'm pretty sure. Anyway, today, we will start your training. Sly: Is that why we are out here?Wayde: Yes. Today we will start with strength AND stamina. You will climb this tree, all the way to the top!Sly looks up at the tree. It is about 50 feet high, thick, and has no branches or divots to help him climb up until the very top.Sly: Ok, two things brother, first off, I don't do tree's. I'm not a agile dude ya know? And how will this help me wrestle any way? Shouldn't I train for wrestling in a wrestling ring?Wayde: Who is the master of wrestling?Sly: Umm...You?Wayde: So do as I say!Sly: But Wayde I don't think its possible!Wayde steps up to the tree and begins to climb. No branches and his arms not even reaching around the tree he climbs his way up rapidly? He makes it about 30 feet up before stopping and propelling himself off the tree and too the ground landing on his feet. He looks at Sly who is amazed.Sly: How did you do that? How did you do that?Wayde: Don't know. First timeWith that he walks away leaving Sly to attempt to climb the tree. Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:48:31 GMT -5
Match 2: Wayde Russeller vs. XS3 (Credit: XS3/Bryce)
We cut to the ring where Philip is ready to announce the next match.
Philip: This contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Beersheba Springs, Tennessee, accompanied by Diamond Fox, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion Wayde Russler!
"Cowboys From Hell" hits and the ET champ along with Diamond Fox makes his way down to the ring to a rousing chorus of boos. He walks past a sign that says "Quitter" and shoots the fan a glare before entering the ring and holding his title up for the world to see.
Philip: And the opponent, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, representing the Road Steelers, he is XS3!
"Hear This Prayer For Her" then hits and the crowd cheers as XS3 makes his way down the ramp, tagging hands of the fans. He then enters the ring and raises his left arm in the air before turning to face Wayde…
…but then, "I Don't Wanna Stop" hits the arena and the crowd begins booing as Bryce makes his way down to the ring. He raises an eyebrow to Wayde and XS3 in the ring before joining Edison and McNally at the commentary table.
Edison: Well, it appears Bryce is joining us! How are you doing today? Bryce: Well, to be honest, I'm quite embarrassed to even be sitting here about to watch this battle of quitters! McNally: Nonetheless, the match is starting right now!
Bell rings.
Wayde and XS3 circle each other and lock up. XS3 gets a hammerlock in and then turns it into a side headlock. Wayde decides to throw XS3 off of him into the ropes but XS3 ducks under a clothesline and hits a flying forearm smash. The crowd cheers on XS3, who drops an elbow on Wayde before covering for a two count. XS3 picks up Wayde and whips him into the turnbuckle. However, Wayde explodes out of the corner, utilizing a double leg takedown and some stiff punches to get his point across.
Edison: Those punches were DANGEROUS! Bryce: Pleeeease! My mother can throw harder punches than that!
XS3 is then picked up by his hair and set up for a back suplex. However, Wayde is in for a surprise when XS3 shifts his weight onto Wayde and lands on him for a pin. Only getting two, XS3 picks up Wayde again and doubles him over with a spinning side kick. XS3 then hits a double arm DDT and pins for a two count. XS3 waits for Wayde to get back up but once he does, Wayde counters a Closing Moment attempt and plants XS3 with a Manhattan drop. XS3 is then taken down with a clothesline and is covered for a two count.
Bryce: Is this guy having a laugh or what?! He says he wants to teach me respect...he'd have a better chance of that if I didn't feel like I was about to fall asleep in a middle of one of his matches! Hell...even a BK London promo is more entertaining than this! McNally: While you may discredit XS3's abilities, there is no doubt that he has been hoping to regain some momentum after losing in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. I'd watch out if I were you. Bryce: Heh, whatever...
Meanwhile, Wayde has applied a sleeper hold to XS3, who doesn't fall asleep but instead gets to his feet and utilizes a back suplex, pinning Wayde for a two count. Wayde then comes back and delivers a series of overhead elbow strikes before bouncing off the ropes. This time, XS3 successfully hits a snap version of the Closing Moment. Wayde gets back to his feet and XS3 throws a series of punches before whipping Wayde into the corner. Wayde strikes XS3 with his elbow before anything can happen and heads up to the top rope. He attempts a head scissors but XS3 grabs him with a crossbody hold before picking him up and hitting the Burning Cradle. XS3 opts not to pin but instead slaps on the Maple Leaf Vice to a cheering crowd.
Edison: Here it is, the Maple Leaf Vice! McNally: Looks like Wayde isn't going to get a goodbye party from XS3… Hey, wait Bryce!
Bryce stands up from his chair and throws his headset off before grabbing a mic from Philip.
Bryce: Heeeeey Mr. X! What took you so long?
XS3 suddenly stops and releases the hold. He turns to see Bryce, standing from his position at the table.
Bryce: Heh, I'd probably start using my head instead of my heart if I were you...
XS3 gives a "WTF" look as the referee tells Bryce not to interfere. Undetected by the referee, Wayde sneaks in and low blows XS3, then rolls him up as the referee counts 1-2-3!
Bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner, Wayde Russeller!
The crowd is going nuts with boos as Diamond Fox jumps into the ring and celebrates Wayde's "victory" over XS3, who is in a state of disbelief. Bryce simply smirks as XS3 gets back to his feet and looks on at Wayde, with his back turned and holding the belt up high. Once he turns around, XS3 lunges forward and annihilates Wayde with a Shadow Step before turning back to Bryce, who simply smirks and walks off. Diamond helps Wayde out of the ring as XS3 dares Bryce to come back.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:48:56 GMT -5
A Peek Behind the Kayfabe Curtain – Part 1 Alex Richmond
Thursday April 17th 2008 – The last time I was seen on ACW programming. I’d just finished a segment with Peter Resinowitz during which I attacked him in the centre of the ring. The angle was going to be big, I was set to “eliminate” him and then plough head on into a feud with Jonny Hughes where, eventually, my former manager would return thanks to Hughes. He would then expose the family secret I had been trying desperately to hide, in an attempt to ruin me, which would, consequently, kick the feud into overdrive. Obviously, this never happened.
On screen I simply played an exaggerated version of my own persona, with one discernable difference – my character’s wealth gave him control over those around him as well as himself, I had control over nothing. My immense wealth had introduced me to a world of crazy partying where the young, rich and reckless lived their wildest dreams. Alcohol flowed as readily as water, and mountains of white powder perched atop every table. There wasn’t a single person who could claim to be sober within these events; as soon as you passed through the door you would be inebriated as you drank in the atmosphere. I loved this lifestyle – we were too rich for our gatherings to be busted, we were untouchable and took full advantage of it, partying right through the night without a single care in the world. I was a rock star, drinking and getting acquainted with ‘Charlie’ then promptly fucking whichever girl happened to take my fancy that evening; more often than not more than one would catch my eye. During the day, however, Alex Richmond was a totally different persona, confident to the point of arrogance, totally in control, brash and, as a result, loathed by millions around the globe. I was teetering on a knife-edge on a daily basis and the situation itself gave me a buzz comparable to that of performing or, alternatively, snorting nose candy off the ass of a stunning model. Yet, as most people will tell you, you can only stagger along the knife-edge for so long before you lose your footing and slip spectacularly, bringing your entire world crashing down around your ears. That same rule applies to everybody, not a single soul is safe – not even me.
My lifestyle eventually caught up with me at the worst possible moment – when I was scheduled to become involved in my biggest storyline to date. Thus far, I’d been a bit player in the Entourage but the stable’s implosion I’d been left to fend for myself and management had deemed it the perfect time to give me a push. This is when I slipped.
I’d already had a mini feud-within-feud with Jonny Hughes during the Senatorial Stable/Entourage war and management decided they wanted to evolve it into the storyline I detailed earlier. The night before the big “kick of the feud show” I, as I did most nights, went out partying. Most people wouldn’t party on a Sunday but, of course, my friends were no ordinary people – they were rich kids looking for fun and, as a result, they partied every night of the week and I was more than happy to join in. The majority of people would “hit up” three or four parties a week but there was a hardcore fraternity in this group which lived solely to party and would go to a party every single night of the week, as I grew more and more attached to the lifestyle I grew to fit this description. Long story short, I inhaled an inordinate quantity of gutter glitter that evening and promptly blacked out on the floor. I was awoken two days later by my friend Jared pissing on my head – this was at another party, they decided to continue despite the fact I was crashed out on their floor. It slowly dawned on me that something terrible had happened and when I checked my cell my fears were concerned – I had 47 missed calls. The pit fell from my stomach as I listened to the message an exasperated Gingerdude had left on my voicemail. He explained that my lifestyle had become a burden, no idea who’d told him about it, and it was starting to affect my performances which affected the company then promptly relieved me of my duties as a member of the ACW roster, cheerfully noting that because of the circumstances, and through missing a show, I had violated my contract before signing off.
I attempted to change Ginger’s mind, bombarding his secretary with calls until he eventually agreed to a face-to-face meeting. The main problem, however, was I knew this meeting was crucial and that made me nervous so, to calm down, I decided a quick couple of lines of zip would be a good idea – I was wrong. Needless to say, the meeting didn’t go exactly as planned and instead of ending with Ginger offering me my job back it ended with me explaining why he would be wise to “go fuck himself” before launching the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels I was carrying in my pocket through his office door window.
To give ACW credit, they handled the situation a lot more professionally than I did. None of my transgressions were ever brought to light and instead of burying me on screen for being such a dick they “Wished me luck with all my future endeavours.” Regardless, I still hated Ginger for doing it to me.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:49:41 GMT -5
Segment: Target: Glass Ceiling - Mission: Shatter (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London) Returning back from commercial, BK London sits in in the HQ of OCW - alone, while Henry McKaye and Starkweather are off preparing for their match, Jake Cheng not in the building yet to his knowledge, and Stephan Russo is attending to business outside the office. He isn't quite happy with the 5 Man Gauntlet on for the evening, especially with his multiple injuries - and it looks like anything can set off this ticking time bomb.
Enter Jake Cheng. The former International Champion enters the room in his white suit and tie, shades covering his eyes. He is talking on the phone: a generic conversation with his girlfriend Kirsten Carter. Jake puts his bag down and notices BK’s gaze directed at him. He tries to blow it off by turning around but Jake does not get away.
BK London: Jake. The Asian Extraordinaire looks over at BK London, who's glaring a hole right through him, and he sighs shortly before ending his conversation with Kirsten. Jake: Listen babe, I have to go.....I love you too, bye. Click, and just like that - the conversation with his longtime girlfriend is over, and he knows that Kirsten won't exactly be too happy with the phone call ending so abruptly. Turning his attention to BK London, he can see the scowl on his face - so before he can be BK London's lightning rod of hate, he makes a good attempt to cheer the champ up. Jake: Hey BK, sorry - I was talking to Kirsten for just a bit. But wow, you are looking fantastic, are you hitting the gym a few more hours per day? It shows. The cheap compliments and sarcasm wouldn't save Jake Cheng today, but it was well worth the try..
BK London: Sit down Jake. Jake notices the chair opposite BK. Without another word, the Chinese Phenom takes a seat, preparing for the worse. Jake: So what are we talking about tonight huh? Are we going for another run for the tag team titles now you're as fit as a fiddle? Oh, and can I just say that your suit really matches with the shiner around your eyes... BK chuckles to himself a bit, even breaking out a bit of a smile - and Jake thinks he has hit the soft spot of the tempered titan. But when the chuckling comes to an immediate halt, he knows he's back in the deep doo doo he was when he stepped into the room.
BK London: ...you know Jake, that's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. Jake: About what? BK London: About being Mr. Funny, Mr. Haha, being pretty much the clown of this stable - that's what I wanted to talk to you about. You see, whether you realize it or not, it's been quite a while since you've won a match BY YOURSELF in this company. I think you're forgetting that you represent OCW - I think you're getting too comfy with the thought of being a Grand Slam Champion around these parts.. A Grand Slam champion he is, but the laughing is over as BK London stares right into the eyes of Jake Cheng. He is genuinly mad with his Top Draw teammate, and Jake knows that more than anyone.
BK London: Who was the first person that we recruited to take ACW by the very throat, and squeeze, and choke until it was no more? Jake: I was. BK London: That's right, you were - but yet, you seem to have done nothing to help advance this group. You have done nothing to make your name known. Henry McKaye has been working his ass off, and sure he doesn't win all of his matches - but when its all over with - he gets the job DONE! Starkweather is new to the group, but he has quite the history of destroying and dominating within the squared circle. What are you known for? Rap contests and being a transitional champion.. Jake: Excuse me?! BK London: YES, I said it - a TRANSITIONAL champion. You went from being at the top of the ladder at the top of 2008 - to being barely noticed, and the year is not even over yet Jake. Sure, since losing the belt you've kept yourself busy, and what do you have to show for it now? Another transitional title reign with the International Championship - losing it to Jay Zero of all people! And then you go out there Thursday and lose to Jake Steele! You've beaten him before, and you couldn't beat him again? Jake...Jake...Jake - that is NOT how we operate here in OCW. And if you cannot operate the way we operate, you're just going to have to find yourself out on the unemployment line with AC Evans... Jake: You'd fire your tag team partner? Your best friend - You'd fire me? BK London: You've got to realize Jake, that it's all business. And in business, you're only as strong as your weakest link, and the weakest link - is you. But you have the opportunity to change all of that Jake, you have the opportunity to return to the Jake Cheng you used to be. Not the funny Jake Cheng. Not the smart ass Jake Cheng. But the Jake Cheng, who stared me in the face on May 3rd 2007, and beat me down to a bloody pulp in the rain. The man who returned at the beginning of the year, made his goal the ACW Championship - and accomplished that. You need to shed that goofy facade Jake, because you're not here to make friends - you're not here to make people laugh - you're here to dominate. You have pent up anger inside, and in your anger - lies your strength. Only when you truly realize that, you will be free to grow. Free to change. Those words seemed eeriely familiar, and quickly it hit Jake. It was the very date that BK London was talking about, the night he turned on him, the show after Fallen Heroes. It was a conversation with his inner self, that manifested through his reflection. It's exactly what drove the anger beneath Jake Cheng. It was what allowed him to no longer be a doormat for people in this fed - and established his dominance, his mean streak.
BK London: Do you understand Jake? The former International Champion seems to be locked in some sort of trance, and the thoughts of being defeated by Jake Steele and Jay Zero run rampant through his mind. The thought of getting his International Title and World Championship reigns taken from him, before he can even get it off the ground. It definitely angers him, and has him think things through a bit.
BK London: JAKE! ...I said do you understand? Jake: Yes. Yes I do. In the most solemn of moods, the Chinese Phenom rises to his feet, and walks away from the man who has, at the most part, been by his side for the past four years. A blank stare over his face, Jake Cheng leaves the room. BK watches his partner leave, and as soon as he is out of sight, BK returns to his own reality. The reality of facing five men at the end of the night. Fade Out.
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