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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:50:30 GMT -5
Segment: Limitations (Credit: Zero) Getting straight to business, as we enter our next scene of the evening, Chairman Gingerdude is already backed up in business with a viscous, irate Jay Zero. Zero pounds down on Gingers desk just as the audio kicks in. Zero :: BUT THAT'S THE GODDAMN THING! IT WAS UNSANCTIONED! NOT AT ANY POINT DID YOU AGREE TO IT, AND NOT AT ANY POINT DID RUSSO! [/color][/center] Gingerdude :: I know, we've been over this part... Zero :: WELL THEN WHY ISN'T ANYTHING BEING DONE?! God damn.... THE MOMENT THAT I START HAVING SOME FRIGGIN SUCCESS, SOMEBODY LIKE JAKE STEELE HAS TO STEAL IT AWAY AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO DO SHIT ABOUT IT? [/color][/center] Gingerdude :: Jay, I already told you, I'm doing all that I can at the moment. Right now, all I have is the word of my Referee Officials that had made that match happen. Until I physically have that contract in my hands and read over it, I can't do that much. Rolling his eyes at the unhelpful judgment of the Chairman, Zero turns around saying some "choicey" words underneath his breath. Zero :: Then here's an idea Ginger, you go find that little piece of shit and get me my title back!Instead of just sitting here, go use your pull! You're still half-owner of this place, start acting like it! [/color][/center] Gingerdude :: Alright Zero, listen up. Until I review that contract, there is quite frankly nothing I can do for you anymore! I cannot go and just strip Jake Steele of the International Title with no means or cause! I cannot just decide that he isn't worthy of it and hand it back over to you! I simply cannot do that! Zero, for all we know, Stephan Russo could have written up a new contract himself and handed it to Steele just for pay back. For all we know, this could be some bigger plan just to break you down! Zero :: But Ginger, Russo wouldn't do that! He's smarter than that! He wouldn't practically hand the International title to JAKE STEELE of all people! He'd give it to Henry McKaye! All Russo did was use his executive decision to let McKaye finish the job on me after I was already out of it! All Russo did was take advantage of an already opened opportunity! [/color][/center] Gingerdude :: Yes, but nobody knows for sure. Zero :: Yeah, well you want to know something for sure Ginger? Hm? I know for sure that earlier tonight, Jake Steele made a mockery of me! I know for sure that he spit on my name that I have worked hard to built up! I know -- that if YOU aren't going to do anything about this - then god help me, I'm going to take matters into my own hands tonight! [/color][/center] Zero glares at Ginger, clearly not joking around, however this in return sparks up a swift decision by the Chairman.Gingerdude :: Not quite.. Jay, if you even set foot at ringside for Jake Steele's tag team match, I will not hesitate to suspend you until further notice! I will not compromise the well-being of my Tag Team and now International Champion! Zero, just be patient, you'll have your chance as soon as I get that contract.. Shaking his head, Zero mouths "No." He grits his teeth together, turning to his side and flipping over the chair that lays next to him. The chair bounces over, landing on its side and Zero rampages, throwing a lamp into the wall. He turns back towards Ginger for one final time. Zero :: NOBODY MAKES A JOKE OF JAY ZERO, GINGER! SUSPEND ME, FIRE ME, WHATEVER -- I'M SICK OF BEING WALKED ON! JAKE STEELE IS ABOUT TO GET WHAT HE HAS COMING! [/color][/center] Zero snarls his upper lip and turns, swinging the door to Gingers office open. He slams the door with intensity, rattling some glass items within Gingers office. Ginger shakes his head as he looks over at the mess that Zero has created -- leaving him to wonder what bigger mess he's going to create tonight...
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:50:56 GMT -5
Match 3: Henry McKaye and Starkweather vs. The Road Steelers (Credit: Scott) MATCH Alexander Starkweather and Henry McKaye vs. The Road Steelers (Non-Title) [/size] MATCH START: Train and McKaye decide to start things off and the crowd isn’t on either teams side it would seem. With some attempts to go for the tree trunk legs of Train, Henry is denied each time by the long reach of Thundertrain. He tries again, and this time slides through the legs, comes through on the other side and pulls Trains legs out from underneath him, forcing him to the mat. Being the veteran he is, McKaye goes immediately to work on the legs of the big man, stomping a few times before locking in a single legged crab. He is near enough to his corner to make a quick tag to Starkweather who takes pleasure in delivering quick, stiff kicks to the midsection of Train while McKaye keeps the hold in. The ref tells Henry to leave the ring and Starkweather begins to dissect Train, keeping at his legs with some vicious shining elbow drops followed by locking in a single legged crab as his partner had locked in moments ago. After a few seconds of pain, Train begins struggling towards his corner. His huge strength advantage allows him to pull himself closer and closer to his corner and he makes a hot tag to Steele who jumps over the ropes and hits a bulldog on Stark who is forced to release the hold. Steele gets Train to lift Stark and drop him down on Steele’s outstretched knee in a high drop backbreaker fashion. Stark grabs at his back as Steele makes the cover for a two count. MATCH MIDDLE: Henry is begging for the tag as Steele lifts Stark up and whips him into the turnbuckle. As Steele runs over, Stark ducks and rolls under an attempted leaping corner lariat and the IN Champion flies straight into the corner post. Stark tags in McKaye and Stark whips Steele across the ring as McKaye goes to the apron. Stark gives Steele a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on return and McKaye flies over the ropes with a flipping senton on top of Steele. McKaye covers but only gets a two count. This time it’s Train who is desperate to make the tag and as McKaye lifts Steele to his feet. McKaye goes for the Irish Whip but Steele counters into his own whip but reverses it again into a short arm clothesline, knocking Henry to the mat. Steele scampers over to Train but as he is about to tag, Starkweather is on the scene, grabbing Steele from behind and delivering a lungblower to stop him from getting to his partner. The ref yells at Starkweather and tells him to leave the ring, but as he does this, McKaye is choking Steele violently around his throat. As the ref turns around, McKaye stops and goes for another cover, again only getting a two count. MATCH END: Fed up with the other team’s actions, Train yells at Steele to tag him in, though Steele seems to be in no condition to do so. McKaye drags him to the corner and looks to be going to set him up for something big. He props him up against the turnbuckles and walks back a few steps before running at his opponent. Jake sees it coming and lifts Henry up and over for a Snake Eyes before swaggering over to Train to make the tag. Train rushes over and lifts McKaye up in a Military Press before Stark enters the ring. Train throws McKaye down at Stark, taking both men out and leaving Steele to recuperate in the corner. The OCW men get up and charge at Train, but he takes them both down with a clothesline. Train plays to the crowd for a moment, but that one moment may be his last as Stark rushes in with a precision chop block, taking Train down. McKaye rushes at Steele, clotheslining him over the ropes. The God of War then returns and the two pick Train to his feet before Stark assists McKaye to lift Train up and under for an assisted Contrecoup (Wheelbarrow Driver). McKaye keeps the grapple on to pick up the pinfall victory. WINNERS: McKaye and Starkweather
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:51:18 GMT -5
Segment: Intimidation (Credit: Dan/Freeman)
The scene opens up with Freeman in the backstage. He may not have been in action tonight, but he had powerful words to say. Words that didn't go down too well with the ACW crowd. Anyways, he's got a sports bag flung over one shoulder, and looks to be heading for the exit, going towards the parking lot. He walks past two crew members, who are carrying some equipment down the hallway. One of them accidentally bumps into Freeman, who doesn't treat kindly to being bumped into, shoving one of them to the floor.
Freeman: Watch where you're walking!
Freeman snarls as he turns around, and walks towards the parking lot door, which is shut. He goes to open it, but to his surprise, it's locked. Angry, Freeman thumps the door with his fist, before yelling out.
Freeman: Does SOMEONE know why the hell this door is locked?! I want to know why, NOW!
??: Yeah? Well I know someone who might have.
Freeman recognises that voice, and slowly turns around to see Dan White, who gets pops from the crowd, standing, keeping Freeman cornered. But to add to that, Dan is also bearing his barbed wire tennis racket, stained with the blood of former victims. But he's not done there. Standing to either side of him are Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin, of The Royles, the Fallout Tag Team Champions. Freeman tries to keep his cool and not panic, trying to reason his way out of the situation.
Freeman: Hey, Dan...Look, about last Thur-
Dan: Freeman, shut the fuck up. I've got stitches in the back of my head from the lead pipe shot, dude. That wasn't fucking funny. What's your game, man?
Freeman: As I said...Im doing what's best for me right now. Nothing personal...I want to have you in the ring, and I want to beat you, so---
Dan: Whatever man, fuck it. You want a fight? Well you can deal with me right here, right now, bro.
Freeman: What, three against one? Sorry Dan but I'm not stupid. I can take you on any day, but I know better than to step into a fight with three men and that pathetic weapon you carry.
Dan: Oh, this?
Dan holds up his modified tennis racket.
Dan: Heheh, dude, you know absolutely nothing. But very well, I'd kick your arse from here to fucking Timbuktu.
Dan takes a step closer, his expression turning to a more vengeance-desired look.
Dan: Watch your fucking step, yeah?
He goes to shove Freeman back, but Freeman manages to shove Dan quickly after, taking Dan by surprise. Dan doesn't fall, but stumbles a couple of steps back. He manages to keep his posture, chuckling, as the Royles pose, ready to kick up a fight.
Dan: Freeman, do me a favour and don't push me again. Even you have more sense than to push me, when I have the Fallout tag team champions next to me and a weapon that could very so easily render you a dribbling vegetable. So please, don't. Or you'll pay. Heh.....you'll pay. Big.
Dan smirks and shoves Freeman back again, but Freeman manages to stay on his feet, grimacing at Dan and the Royles, as they turn and leave Freeman with nothing more than a severe intimidation. Freeman rolls his eyes as he goes to open the door, but forgets that it's locked, so makes himself look like a bit of a fool, as he hears Dan's voice again.
Dan: By the way, Freeman. I slashed your tires.
Freeman pauses in what he's doing, with the feeling of the overwhelming desire to cave Dan's head in surely being on his mind, as the segment fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:51:47 GMT -5
Segment: “Where is Mr. K.O.?” (Credit: Kudo)
“This is a little bit weird that you’d be the one calling this meeting together Kudo,” said Alan Albright as he steps into the locker room and drops his files by the chair.
Kudo: I know Albright, but I’ve done some thinking and it’s about time I got serious about where I am and what I’m doing here in ACW.
Albright: You mean we weren’t serious before?
Kudo: …Do you know what I’ve been reading about and hearing people say? They’re asking, “where is Mr. K.O.?” Was it all just a gimmick? Has Kudo lost his touch?
Albright: Well where is he?
Kudo: Maybe he’s just hiding from all of the card games and the Japanese game shows. How can I feel so out of touch when the moment seemed so right to make a comeback?
Albright: You’re just going through a case of a bad run. Everyone has them, even normal folk like me. Just this morning my briefcase opened in the middle of the street and I had to chase down some important documents fluttering with the wind.
Kudo: Come on, we both know you don’t have “important documents” Albright. In any case, that’s not what’s happening. I’ve given enough excuses already. I’ve tried to play down the meaning of my most glaring losses instead of learning from them.
Albright: I’m not sure I understand.
Kudo: How can you? This is a problem that is solely weighing down on me. Don’t you see Albright? I came into ACW with nothing, and about a year ago I left with nothing.
Albright: Nothing? You were the longest reigning Entertainment champion as well as a solid Light Heavyweight champion before the belt was scrapped.
Kudo: Hmph, like I said, I hadn’t accomplished anything. Still to this day, people refer to me as the longest reigning Entertainment champion. Who the hell cares?! Years after the fact, I’m still being referred to by this one accomplishment in my past. I’m 21 freaking years old Albright, and they’re talking like I’ve already reached my prime!
Albright: Kudo prime…I don’t think we’ve quite seen that yet.
Kudo: Hold the flattery Albright, we both know that recently it’s been more like Kudo decline. But the difference now is that I am aware of it and I acknowledge it. If I hadn’t come back to ACW, what would I have been known for? For holding the entertainment title for the longest time? Trivial. If I had left for good Albright, I would have been abandoning my dream of R-3. I would have laid down and admitted defeat. Times change Albright; the Light Heavyweight belt is no more, competitors have come and gone, management has switched hands, and here I am back in ACW caught doing the same thing I’ve always been doing, only it’s not working for me anymore.
Albright: You’re not doing the same thing though. You’ve changed your style to try and extend your wrestling capabilities and durability against injuries. You’re more experienced now too.
Kudo: You told me once before Albright, that in order to move forward sometimes you have to take a step back. And while I’ve tried to maintain my basic skills I’ve realized that I’ve lost touch with who I once was. The old Kudo was brash, hot headed, solitary, confident and a knockout specialist. But most of all, he was a winner. He was a success. He stood in the ring and his mere presence demanded attention. The new Kudo has relinquished his position in the forefront and spends his time in the locker room or trying to promote himself even though he can’t back it up in the ring. But I know what I’ve been doing. By changing so much I’ve compromised what I was once so good at: knocking people out. I yearn for the ability to bring back the ferocity I once had.
Kudo lets out a rather disturbing smirk at Albright.
Kudo: Mr. K.O. is still inside me Albright. Mr. K.O. is talking to me. Mr. K.O. wants to be let out again…
Albright takes a step back.
Albright: I…I think I understand Kudo. But let me help you. You don’t have to do this alone.
Kudo: You haven’t been listening. I’m the only one who can make this happen. Dammit, don’t you understand Albright?! How the hell can I expect people to have the confidence in me to push R-3 through if I don’t even have confidence in myself? There’s not a single person on the roster a year ago that I would have hesitated facing in the ring. And where is that person now? Huh? I’ve already lost Albright, don’t you see? The very second I have the slimmest doubt in my mind I’ve already lost. When BK London confronted me the other day I felt for the first time the difference in ACW hierarchy. There was a clear distinction of prominence as I stood before him. Standing before The Senator, Scott Andrews and FSX, wrestlers who I’ve saved some of my best for at one time, now bring about the same difference in power distance. I don’t match up to these guys like I used to. I don’t have the confidence anymore Albright. Confidence was saved for the Yin-Yang Dragon, for Mr. K.O. I am neither now.
Albright: But what about conditioning and avoiding career ending injuries?
Kudo: If I don’t bring back who I used to be, I won’t have a career worth saving! The future is there for those who can make it now Albright, and right now I’m not in any position to be looking forward to the future. R-3 will wait for no one, especially if its leader is the one lagging behind.
Albright lets out a sigh.
Albright: We’ve been through this before haven’t we? Seven Deadly Sins? You showed that you weren’t the sloth they made you out to be.
Kudo: Mediocre attempts, but all petty strides to veil the fact that I can’t do it like I used to. And I hate to say it Albright, but you’re part of the reason.
Albright: Me?
Kudo: I’ve had too much to deal with recently since you’ve devoted your operations solely on pro wrestling and I’ve started to lose the solitary edge that I once had. I just want some time alone. I need some time alone.
Albright: But what abou—
Kudo: Please, Albright.
Albright has a defeated look on his face as he stares into the completely serious eyes of Kudo Yasuda who is staring into the air. Albright thinks about it, but not for long.
Albright: …Alright.
Albright grabs his things and heads towards the door.
Albright: And when you see Mr. K.O., tell him an old friend said good luck tonight.
Kudo: Luck…when preparation meets opportunity. When that happens you will see Mr. K.O. for yourself…
Kudo prepares himself for tonight by going into a deep meditation as Albright takes one last look at his client, partner, and friend and then steps outside, hearing the door lock behind him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:52:15 GMT -5
Segment: Heat Seeker Locked In; Target: Jake Cheng.
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
As the camera fades into shot we see the first glimpse of the Scarlet Assassin tonight. He paces back and forth hitting ‘Lucy’ into his palm lightly as he goes. After last week’s cowardly assault by Jake Cheng, Scott has lost his temper with OCW and is reaching absolute boiling point. If Jake wants a fight, Scott’s more than willing to bring one to him, because the Scarlet Assassin takes great pleasure in dealing out pain to those who deserve it the most. I guess you could call him ACW’s unofficial vigilante. It’s guys like Cheng who really grind his gears though; people who take short cuts and fight without honor or respect. If Cheng hadn’t have hit Scott with that chair last week, perhaps Scott would have forgotten about the whole OCW thing and moved on, but Jake gave him a reason to keep fighting.
The camera focuses on Scott’s movement and it isn’t long before the Scarlet Assassin opens his mouth to speak.
Scott: Meltdown. Chair. Jake Cheng. We all saw it Jake, and I bet you’re oh so proud of yourself for what you did huh? Hitting someone from behind with a steel chair to prove you’re better than them? That’s really good logic, Jake. Or was it to send me a message? Well I got it loud and clear; you’re a jealous asshole. You and that entire tribe of OCW maggots can continue sucking each other’s dicks for all I care, but Cheng, you’ve made things personal. I could’ve left things alone and focused on other endeavours, but no! You had to stick your nose into Scott Andrews’ business!
Scott puts the bat down and reaches into his duffle bag which sits on a table next to him and pulls out his red spray can.
Scott: See I could tag a portrait of you to show you that I’m gunning for you, but you already know that’s the case. See, Jake when you took the liberty of smacking a steel chair across my back you made yourself my number one target.
He chucks the spray can back in the bag.
Scott: And I have everything I need to take you out. I’ve got my tools and I’ve got my skills; and that’s all I need. Y’see, Jake, I’m thinking that when you decided to make the choice to do what you did, you didn’t think it all the way through...in fact, I think you underestimate my ability and overestimate your own. You’re 5 foot whatever, no meat on your bones, and you expect me to take you as a serious threat? All you are to me is an insignificant annoyance who needs to be shut up and taught a lesson.
Scott takes his glasses off slow and smooth before blurting out his final words.
Scott: So we can play it your way, Jake, and play cat and mouse all over the arena, or perhaps you’d prefer the easy option of me just pounding your skull in with a baseball bat until you realise what a bad idea it was to go after the Scarlet Assassin. If you want some, Jake, if you have a problem with me and what I’m doing I offer you the chance to prove me wrong at any time you please; but we all know how it’s gonna go down; all the fans in the audience know it, everyone sitting at home knows it, Jake you God damn well know it! When you launch an assault on the assassin you better be prepared to duck and take cover, cause this Cold Blooded Killer is gonna rip you limb from limb, tear your bones apart, torture you and make you squeal like a little bitch when I’m done with you!
Scott’s heart rate is up and he breathes heavily as the camera slowly fades to black, gradually obscuring the look of hatred on the face of Scott Andrews. He isn’t playing games with Cheng. If Cheng wants to go balls out from the get go, Scott has no other choice than to match him blow for blow.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:53:48 GMT -5
Title: Next Week...(Vignette #1) Credit: Judas Chishio (Dylan)
And with that being said, we rise back up to the scene of a man wearing a black hoodie. In the background, "Aesthetics of Hate" by Machine Head is heard playing but at a soft level. He stands in front of a brick wall leering into the camera. We see that he has a long beard which has been braided into a single braid. He clears his nose as he smirks a bit. His black hoodie covers his long brown hair and reads "Yngwie Malmsteen's Rising Force" on it in Old English lettering. Obviously a newcomer to ACW, the man begins to speak in a somewhat deep voice.
JUDAS CHISHIO:[/color] Heh. You're thinking that I'm just another fresh face that'll fade away into obscurity within a few months. I'll have a decent match and fade away, right? Wrong. The name is Judas Chishio and I'm here to stay. Chishio means blood… and that's something that I plan on bringing to this place. Blood and pain will be brought to ACW by yours truly. I plan on starting this little quest on mine next week. I'll be making my in-ring debut against an unnamed opponent.
The man we now know to be Judas Chishio clears his throat a bit as the camera zooms out. He is wearing torn up blue jean shorts with a "Slayer" patch sewn on to the bottom of the leg. They cut off and we see a pair of black combat boots laced up tight. He certainly doesn't look like the type of guy you'd want to fight in a dark alley.
JUDAS CHISHIO:[/color] Whomever these corporate idiots decide to book me against, I can guarantee one thing. Blood will be spilt..even if it's mine. I've left gallons of blood all over this world. My blood flowed like a river in Mexico. I've left chunks of skin in Japan and I've left tears in Germany. I've lost years off of my life in Canada. I'm not afraid to fuck somebody up is what I'm trying to say. I really don't care who it is. I'm here to fight. I'm not here to make friends. I'm not here to win some title and prove to the world that I'm the greatest. Those things don't matter to me. I want to fight..plain and simple. Now, if anyone in the back has a problem with that..I fucking dare them to take it up with me.
He scoffs a bit and continues to speak.
JUDAS CHISHIO:[/color]....But I know they won't. Because ACW is filled with a bunch of cowards. They don't want their pretty little faces to get bashed the fuck in. They don't want to break a nail or mess up their perms. Plain and simple..ACW is filled with a bunch of prima-donna faggots. And I dare someone to prove me wrong. Step into the ring with me and show me that ACW has someone with some type of balls. I'd love to proved wrong. So, I leave you with this. Judas Chishio is here..And now..pain is inevitable.
He smirks as he pops his neck. The scene quickly fades to black as Machine Head slowly fades away...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:56:52 GMT -5
Segment: Lights Out, Fight Hard (Credit: Zero / Steele) Just as we return from commercial break, we are brought back to the ACW Arena where the crowd is very hot. This past week has been explosive so far and there's no desire for that to stop. Within moments of returning to our live feed, the lights somewhat die down just as "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet hits the sound system, sending the crowd into an uproar. The blue and white spotlights shimmer down as Jay Zero marches out onto the stage to a bunch of cheering fans. However, just as we saw earlier on tonight, Zero isn't quite in the "Cheering" mood. Unlike earlier though, Zero is now in ring gear for some...odd reason. Not wasting any time with the front row fans that are all reaching for just a simple high five, Zero struts down the entrance ramp in a rush, rolling right into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He pulls a microphone out of the pocket just before quickly tearing off his fur coat and laying it over the top rope. The music fades out as Zero obviously shows signs of wanting to get to business. As he paces around the ring, we're all beginning to sense that feeling again of the old Zero where within any blinking moment, he could snap... Zero :: You all know why I'm here, so let's cut the goddamn bullshit! Jake Steele, get your stankin' ass down here right now! [/color][/center] The crowd cheers for the enthusiasm of Jay Zero as he readies himself for action. He grits his teeth together, continuing to step back and forth. Zero :: C'mon Steele! Let's try taking this like a man for once! Sure, we all know you're not scared to slip in the back when I'm already worn out, so let's see how you fend for yourself when you come at me face to face! Or hey, let me put this into terms you're more familiar with! YO MONEY, WE'RE BOUT TO THROW DOWN! SO GET CH'SELF OUT HERE BEFO' I GOTS TO CHOKE A BITCH... BITCH! [/color][/center] The crowd laughs at the mockery that Jay Zero is making of the double champion Jake Steele. But as time passes, there's still no sign of Jake Steele. Zero :: Aw what's the matter Jakey? Hm? too tired from getting your sorry ass thrown back and forth by OCW?! Too tired to keep on fighting? Well tough luck! I was sure as hell tired after fighting Henry McKaye, but that didn't stop me from still going on to fight Dan White! Sure! I was tired after going back and forth with Henry, but that didn't stop me from still trying to put up a fight against you! And hey - I bet you were tired after fighting Jake Cheng - but once again, that didn't stop you from stealing my International title away from me! [/color][/center] The crowd boos at Steeles actions, and Zero is clearly wanting to get some payback. Zero :: So I'm not going to just stand here and whine about it any longer -- I'm out here to DO something about it! And seeing as how I was banned from coming to ringside for your tag team match, and I had just shown up at the arena so unfortunately couldn't join in on the 'fun' of your "ceremony" , I think it's only fair that you now talk to me face to face! So lets go Steele! Try to make a joke out of me now! Let's put your "money" where your mouth is -- money! Jay Zero vs. Jake Steele, right here! Right now! [/color][/center] The crowd cheers loudly as Zero rips off his black t-shirt, tossing it into the crowd. He faces the stage, sizing up and getting into an athletic position with his hands on his knees, waiting for his opponent. And after giving him enough time, finally, just on cue --MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE!
... I need da' cake nigga ... The arena breaks out into a mixture of both cheers and boos for 1/2 of the ACW Tag Team Champions, and the new International Champion - Jake Steele! Zero grits his teeth together and straightens his back up, standing tall now as he readies himself to take out Steele. Surprisingly, Steele actually walks out onto the stage rather than pulling a sneak attack. With both of his arms occupied with a title over it, he barely has the room to pull a microphone to his lips. As his annoying voice grabs the attention of the entire ACW arena, the music fades out.Steele - Na' Zero... if yo punk ass really thinks I'mma come out thea'... and fight you, den you must be on some shit. Me and Train just worked our asses off fightin' OCW, and honestly I'm 'drained'. So if you thought all ya hootin' and hollerin' was gonna get ya somewhere, den you dead wrong son! I'm MC Hamma' right na'... you can't touch dis.[/color] The crowd boos and Zero shakes his head.Steele - But I'mma tell ya what Zero. Let's cut a deal, since you seem like da type to understand business, well, not really, but let's say you do anyway. Na' if Pablo Lopez can beat me dis week on Fallout, den you got ya title shot! Aight!?[/color] Zero's had enough. Zero :: Heh -- You know what Steele! You actually are pretty funny! [/color][/center] Steele - Funny? Funny? Oh yeah? What's so funny 'bout me nigga?[/color] Zero :: You're real funny! Funny like a clown! [/color][/center] Steele raises an eyebrow at Jay Zero who is now approaching the ropes, as if in a manner to exit the ring. Zero :: Steele, I could stand here and listen to all your hilarious jokes all night long - but y'know, I think I know what will be a whole lot funnier than anything that comes out of your mouth! How about if Jay Zero comes up that ramp, busts your ass to a bloody friggin' pulp, and then snaps your goddamn neck?! HOW FUNNY WOULD THAT BE STEELE?! WELL, LET'S SEE! [/color][/center] Zero drops his microphone and drops down to the mat, rolling underneath the bottom rope as the crowd cheers loudly. Steele finally realizes Zero isn't bluffing...Steele - Aw shit... Ayo! Yo son! Yo! Chill homie! Security! Please get dis crazy cracka away from me![/color] From the back, several referees come running out to help restrain Jay Zero from reaching Jake Steele. But -- did Steele just agree to a match?Steele - Yeah! Keep yo punk ass back! Now you listen to me nigga. I see you is in a fightin' mode right na', so I'll give you a match. You take ya'self back to dat ring and take one of dem refs wit' ya. Cause you will be fightin' tonight, but it won't be against me. Na'... it'll be against a real good friend of mine.[/color] Zero grimaces his face as he stares at Steele with about five referees standing in his way of reaching him. The referees all try talking Zero into just accepting the match by walking him towards the ring. Eventually, Zero shakes his head and turns around, rolling into the ring once more. He hops to his feet, kicking the microphone out of the ring. Steele - So without furtha' adu... I present to you...
F... S... X![/color] Zero's eyes nearly pop out of his head as he turns towards the stage from hearing Steeles announcement. The crowd nearly explodes as well as 'Art of Life' by X Japan music hits the P.A. Could it really be the former World Champion?
Sure enough we find out that it indeed is the King of Satire - Fallen Souls. He steps from behind the curtains as the crowd is completely erupting from the sight of their beloved FSX. He looks down at the ramp as Steele looks at him, then up at Zero, smirking and leaving the stage to let the two men 'catch up'. Fallen stares at Zero, as Zero is stunned and shocked by the last person he would expect to be facing tonight. The same man who he lost to, while on his path to becoming World Champion. FSX begins to walk down the ramp as the fans extend their hands for high fives and X slaps a few of their hands, but he keeps his eyes on Zero as we fade to a very brief commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:57:25 GMT -5
Match 4: Jay Zero vs. FSX (Credit: Jake Steele)
As we return to Warfare, we see that X has gotten adjusted and is back inside of a ACW ring for the first time since Seven Deadly Sins. Jay Zero stands across the ring from him, still a bit shocked. He stares across the ring at the former World Champion, knowing he has history with this man but honestly being confused as to what his involvement with Jake Steele is. X on the other hand has a smile on his face as his fan base is still stronger than ever, as they cheer his name on the night of his surprising return. Only a few boos seep through the massive cheers, as some fans want to know why Steele claimed Fallen to be his “friend”. The tension inside of the ring builds up with every second, the fans wanting this to kick off. The last time these two faced off was at Spring Into Hell this year, with Zero falling to Fallen and ultimately leading to FSX becoming World Champ. That has to be on his mind as X hasn’t strayed away from his smile, and Referee Joey Reynolds signals for the bell to ring to officially begin this match.
Zero and X both walk to the center of the ring, now face to face as the two share a critical staredown. Dueling chants of “Zero, Zero, Zero!” and “X, X, X!” ring as Zero takes a step back to admire the crowd. He raises his arms to his sides as the cheering gets louder. He then lowers his arms and yells out to Fallen.
Jay Zero :: Things sure have changed X...[/color]
Fallen Souls is slightly surprised by the once hated Jay Zero now being loved by all, but it doesn’t affect him as he raises his arm into the air and the fans now scream his name. He now responds to Zero’s comments the only way that X can…
FSX: Oh really?
Zero says fuck it and now charges at Fallen with a clothesline, but he ducks under it. Zero doesn’t get caught off guard though as he turns around and swiftly kicks Fallen in the gut, following that up with a elbow shot to the back of his head. Zero drops another elbow to the back of his head then follows that up with an irish whip into the ropes. On the rebound Zero catches Fallen with a Hip Toss, but the lighter FSX flips out of it and runs back to the ropes, he comes back off of them with a hits Zero with a Running Elbow Smash! Zero drops to the mat but quickly rises back to his feet as FSX looks to be going for another Rope-Rebound move. FSX comes off with a Short-Arm Clothesline but Zero is smarter than to get caught by such a basic move this early in the match. He side-steps it and slides under the bottom rope, lifting himself back up on the apron. As FSX turns himself around, Zero uses the top rope to springboard himself up and onto FSX’s arm with a Armdrag! FSX almost goes flying out of the ring from the impact of it, but he doesn’t, flipping hard onto the mat. He is quick to get back to his feet though, holding his back in pain as Zero kicks X in the gut and hits a Snap Suplex! He covers…
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Kickout!
Zero grabs FSX’s head and brings him back up to a standing position. He irish whips him into the turnbuckle and begins charging at him, leaping into the air and landing on the second rope! He grabs FSX’s head and Monkey Flips him onto the mat! Zero is clearly taking it to the returning mega-star as FSX gets back to his feet using the ropes for a bit of leverage. Zero doesn’t let up, now hitting FSX’s sides with Middle Kicks but here is where Zero makes his first mistake. FSX is vastly trained when it comes to kicks, especially as he wears a R-3 Armada flag on his arm. Zero comes in with more kicks but X catches Zero’s leg and pushes him back, hitting him with a hard Roundhouse Kick to the head, which dazes the former International Champion. FSX then hits Zero with another hard Roundhouse Kick to the head, and he almost falls to the ground, dropping to his knees and swaying back and forth. FSX then stands over Zero and raises his elbow into the air, dropping it onto his forehead with a Bionic Elbow! X makes the cover.
1...
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X hops back to his feet and dashes to the ropes, jumping into air with a Senton Splash! He hits it and covers again, but only gets 2 count. He picks Zero up and sets him up for a Suplex. He goes to lift Zero into the air, but he blocks X from doing so with the use of his leg. Zero begins hitting X in his side, breaking the hold off. Zero then catches FSX with the Standing Zero-Sen Kick. FSX falls back and Zero catches with a Modified Blinded Faith! Zero goes for the cover but only picks up a 2 count. Zero grabs FSX by the shoulders and drags him to the turnbuckle, sitting him up on the third rope on the mat. He walks to corner far opposite of that and looks out to the crowd. Zero charges at full speed and leaps onto the turnbuckle!… and misses the Broncoblaster. FSX safely rolled out of the way just in time as even with the protective cup Zero feels the impact of meeting his groin with the turnbuckle. He rolls back from the impact as FSX is now back to his feet. The fans are loving the back and forth momentum of this match as they now cheer X’s name. Just as Zero rises back to his feet and turns around, he is met by FSX with a Small Package DDT!
FSX has the opportunity to pin Jay, but instead he doesn’t. He sits on the mat for a moment and looks to the turnbuckle, getting a idea. He pulls himself up using the ropes, and gets on the apron. He looks around at the fans as they continue to yell out his name. He takes steps to the top of the turnbuckle and takes another moment at the top to soak in the fans approval of what he is about to do next. He stands fully on the top turnbuckle and begins to flip at least two times in the air. As he corkscrews in the air, the fans can almost sense that this will be the end. He lands in a moonsault position and he hits Zero directly with the Defiance of Death! Joey Reynolds begins to count the pin.
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…..3! No! No!?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:57:46 GMT -5
Joey Reynolds paused at literally 2.9 seconds and saw that somehow, someway Zero got his foot on the rope nearby. FSX thinks he’s won as he rolls off of Zero and raises his arm into the air, but Reynolds walks over to Fallen and tells him that this match is definitely not over. He tells him that Zero got his foot on the rope and Fallen can’t believe it. He gets up to tell him that Zero didn’t move an inch but Reynolds tells him again that he did. Fallen looks agitated now as he walks over to Zero and picks him up. He lifts him into on his shoulders as the fans are about to see a now rare sight… the return of the Soul Transfer! Fallen holds Zero on his shoulders and is about to lift him into the air but Zero begins moving. He wiggles around on Fallen’s shoulders and he slides off and goes behind Fallen. Zero turns him around and lifts him into his shoulders, with his variation of the Death Valley Driver… Zero Darkness!!! Zero is about to pin FSX when suddenly he notices Jake Steele running down to the ring with his International Championship on his shoulder. Zero gets up to his feet and zips over to the ropes, as he springboards off and hit’s a Flying Hurricana! Zero takes out the man who took his International Title from him last week and Zero stands over him, wanting to rip him in half but he knows he has to finish this match first. Zero slides back into the ring and picks Fallen Souls back up, going for another Zero Darkness… but FSX reverses it and kicks Zero in the gut, lifting him back onto his shoulders for a Soul Transfer and he quickly flips Zero off and hits it--… No! Zero uses his agile abilities and flips landing onto his feet, he looks behind himself and grabs Fallen’s neck… ZERO CHANCE. [/CENTER] 1... …2... ……3! Phillip Jones[/color] - Your winner by pinfall… Jay Zero! Zero has sent the message that he wanted to. Steele is down and the surprise return of FSX didn’t go as planned. But even though tonight he beat the odds, Zero still wants his title back. He leaves the ring and acts as if he is about to just past Steele and forget everything that has happened. The fans start chanting for him to rip Steele apart and this causes Zero to pause at the middle of the ramp. He turns around and looks at the laid out International Champion. Zero runs back down the ramp and picks Steele up, laying into him with hard punches to the face to the heavy delight of the fans. Zero throws Steele’s body into the steel steps which causes the champ to yell out for Zero to stop as he holds his arm in pain.
Zero doesn’t pay attention or care for his words and he rolls him into the ring with the downed FSX. Steele begins crawling to the body of FSX, trying to hide behind him - except he’s passed out and can’t do anything to help. Zero laughs at this sight as he grabs Steele by collar and he picks him up. He lifts him onto the shoulders as the crowd is erupting for Zero to get some early revenge. He throws Steele down and hits him with a Zero Darkness! Steele is out as Zero now stands over the ‘Champ’. Everyone in the crowd is on Zero’s side now. He leaves the ring and picks up the IN Title from the outside. He then slides back into the ring and lifts it into the air, signaling that soon it will be back around his waist. FSX has rolled out of the ring as now Zero just stands over Jake Steele raising his title in the air.Jay Zero :: ...Yo money... Do you love me now? [/color][/center] Zero throws the title on Steele, before leaving the ring to monumental cheers as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:58:05 GMT -5
Segment: Opportunity Strikes
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After his rant earlier in the evening, Scott felt he better let off some steam in the gym to loosen his tension. The Scarlet Assassin goes straight for the punching bag, beating the crap out of it with rights, lefts, kicks, elbows, and forearms. The other gym goers look on as Scott becomes more violent with the bag. Dwight has to step in to stop any damage being done.
Dwight: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Scott, calm down!
Scott stares at the punching bag as he slowly comes to a halt.
Dwight: You trying to break the equipment, Scott?
Scott: No.
Dwight: Then what are you doing?
Scott: Venting my frustrations.
Dwight: Beating the holy hell out a punching bag is one way to go about it, but you were dangerously close to popping it off its hook...
Scott grabs his nearby water bottle and unscrews the lid before quenching his thirst with a quick swig.
Dwight: Y’know, I have an idea...
Scott looks over at Tim with a look of intrigue, underlined with both uncertainty and excitement.
Dwight: ...I have a new class of Fallout talent coming through the training program. How would you like to be a trainer, Scott?
Scott ponders it for a moment, weighing up the pro’s and con’s of taking on such a tough task.
Dwight: It’d help keep your mind off Cheng and keep your anger focused on other things so you don’t lose your focus.
Scott: Ok. I’ll do.
Dwight looks thrilled.
Dwight: You will?
Scott: What better excuse to whip some newbies asses than become a trainer? Plus, you’re right about keeping my mind focused on other things. I’m just waiting to explode, and this rate, with Cheng on my case, I probably will.
Dwight: Not if I have anything to do with it. You’ll be a great trainer, Scott, I know you will.
Scott: Thanks, Tim...and I promise I’ll go easy on your equipment from now on.
Scott goes back to punching the bag, yet at a much more relaxed pace. Dwight watches for a moment until turning and walking away. The scene fades as Scott delivers a right hook to the upper regions of the bag.
What does this mean for Scott? Will it help him or distract him from his ACW duties?
And will Jake Cheng continue to creep closer and closer to doomsday after Scott’s warning, or will he finally realize that now’s the time to drop it?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 15:59:28 GMT -5
Go With the Flow (Birth of a God, Book 2: Prelude) (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[They say that Rome wasn’t built in the day, but it only took Johann Kroenen four months to build upon his empire in WXW. Simply put, after his business with Henry had been resolved, Johann’s size advantage proved to be his greatest asset as he practically steam rolled through the WXW rankings towards the top prize - the WXW World Title. Of course, when challenges did present themselves, Casper and Henry were both there to ensure that they were resolved quickly and efficiently. As a team, Kroenen and Henry were beginning to fine tune their actions and come together. The big man, littler man pair-up was a classic form in the wrestling world and they were beginning to get the hang of it. At the request of Kroenen, he and Henry would spend hours working on new variations of double team moves and Henry would also teach Kroenen some of the finer points of counter-wrestling. It seems that Kroenen’s trainers were so convinced with the Death God’s size advantage over opponents that they never bothered to teach him simple reversals or counters. Even though Henry was recruited to be Kroenen’s partner, he realized that he was actually becoming Kroenen’s wrestling mentor.]
[Since joining Kroenen, Henry’s entire image was changed at the request of Casper who was now Kroenen’s second in command. At her demands, Henry’s long blond hair was shaved off and his new gear consisted of red and black variations for a new “uniformed” look. Henry had also been instructed to grow out a beard so that he could look more like Kroenen, which he complied to. Kroenen didn’t seem to care what Casper did as long as it didn’t get in the way of anything he had been working on. In fact, Casper was usually granted free reign over what went on backstage as Kroenen was busy strategizing for the next step in his grand scheme for wrestling domination. So as it stood, Kroenen was the general, Casper was his lieutenant, and Henry was the soldier. Together, the rank-n-file style proved to be unstoppable. In Munich, they terrorized the WXW supershow ScreamFeast by interfering in every match until Kroenen was guaranteed a shot at becoming the number one contender to the WXW title at the next supershow in Berlin. In response, Kroenen and Henry bloodied up the new WXW World Champ, Yuri Von Klempt, moments after capturing his first title win from Ares Klauss (who got beaten down as well). The trio had become a cozy little family in the passing months… or so it seemed.]
[Truth be told, Henry was miserable, and had every right to be. He had been beaten, broken, and then blackmailed into staying longer in Germany. All Henry had wanted to do was have one last match, end Kroenen’s reign of terror before it could begin, and retire from the business to live with his family. As it seemed, Mal Mason and Casper were both correct that Henry’s one “last” match was one too many. He had made the mistake of messing with Kroenen when Kroenen had attempted to wash his hands of him. Now, instead of being home with his wife, Nicole, and daughter, Chrissy, he was trapped in an agreement with Kroenen to stay and serve as his soldier. Worse yet, Kroenen had failed to live up to his promise of sending Henry home for even a day. Every time he would ask Casper about it, she would make up some story why she couldn’t ask him or lie and said she had been asking but received no answer. In fact the only part of the deal that Kroenen had kept was that he didn’t send Nicole the pictures of a drugged Henry and very muchso sober Casper - and he honestly had no proof that Kroenen hadn‘t sent the photos along anyway. All Henry had was Kroenen’s word… and that didn’t have much value coming from the maestro of manipulation.]
[Well, four months had been long enough. Henry was getting an answer, this time directly from Kroenen. Henry entered Kroenen’s lush, Dresden home and moved through the well-decorated interior in a black t-shirt and black slacks. Kroenen’s mother had been a socialite in Germany, but no one but Kroenen knew where she got her money from. As a matter of fact, most of Kroenen’s past was something that only he knew of. As Henry moved up the stairs towards Kroenen’s private study, Casper, wearing a tight fitting black cocktail dress, moved in front of the top of the stairs to block Henry.]
Casper: Just what do you think you’re doing?
Henry McKaye: Get out of my way, Casper. I’m going to speak with Kroenen.
Casper: No. I won’t allow it. Johann is in the midst of strategizing for his number one contender’s match against Klauss. You mustn’t break his concentration. [Normally, Henry would respect the wishes of his commanding officer out of fear of those incriminating photos would be past on to his wife, but what did it matter if he was never going to see his wife anyway? Henry moved closer to Casper until her eyes met the center of his chest.]
Casper: Henry, I defy you to interrupt Johann, that’s an order!
[Henry shoved past Casper and opened the thick oak door that led to Kroenen’s study. The rank-n-file meant nothing to him right now. As Henry entered the room, “Mars the Bringer of War” by Gustav Holtz was playing from a record player in the corner of the lavish office that Kroenen used as a study. Kroenen looked up from a stack of papers on his desk and grinned at the visually pissed off Henry McKaye. Kroenen sported a red velvet smoking robe over a white dress shirt and a pipe hung out the corner of his mouth.]
Kroenen: Henry! Ah, so good to see you, friend. What brings you here?
Henry McKaye: You should know by now, Johann, if Casper has been passing down my questions like she claims.
[Kroenen raised an eyebrow to Henry as he placed his pipe down on his shiny, brown desk.]
Kroenen: I’m sorry, Casper has only reported that you are pleased with what direction our little organization is headed. Ah, I see what’s going on here! Oh, women, they’re always trying to protec-
Henry McKaye: I want to go home.
Kroenen: I’m sorry?
Henry McKaye: Cut the crap, Kroenen, you said I could go home whenever I wanted and now I want to go home. I’ve been away for five months now and I’m tired of the run around I’ve been receiving from someone who I’m supposed to consider as my partner.
[Kroenen stood from the desk and motioned closer to Henry, placing a hand on his shoulder as he spoke to him.]
Kroenen: Well, Henry, I regret to inform you that you returning home is simply not a possibility at this time. We are at a critical point in our operation and if even one of us went missing than we’d have to return to step one.
[Johann nodded his head to the door, nonverbally dismissing Henry from the room. However, as Johann turned his back and headed for the door, Henry didn’t budge from his position.]
Henry McKaye: Bullshit, Kroenen. You have gotten everything you wanted out of this arrangement. You wanted a world title shot, I helped you make an impact that resulted in you getting an opportunity for one! You wanted to learn how to be more well-rounded in the ring and I practically retrained you! Hell, I shaved my fucking head and changed my gear in order to fit your and Casper’s demands. It’s time for me to get my part of the deal or at least a fucking phone call.
[Kroenen kept his back towards Henry, but Henry could tell he was now visually getting agitated.]
Kroenen: No. I can’t even allow that, Henry. If you got into contact with your wife, you’d lose focus in the ring and that’s where I need you most. Maybe after I win the world title from Von Klempt, but not now.
Henry McKaye: Two more months?
[Much like an army sergeant who had felt disrespected, Kroenen turned and stormed towards Henry. Kroenen’s grimace now matched Henry’s as he bent down and got face to face with his God of War.]
Kroenen: Well, Henry, you seem to forget who is in charge around here. I can make it six more months if I choose to do so. Personally, I think two more months at my side is a bit generous of me already, considering everything I’ve given you lately.
[Henry sneered at Johann. If Johann wouldn’t let him go home, just how exactly would he stop him from doing it anyway? Henry gave Kroenen 4 months of service… more than enough to allow him to go home and retire in peace like he wanted to. Kroenen sternly stared into Henry’s eyes.]
Kroenen: Henry, I know that look. If you even attempt to do something rash, I’ll make sure that you regret it for the rest of your life.
[With no more patience to make another retort, Henry sharply turned and head out of the door, slamming it behind him. Casper stood waiting with her arms crossed, as if waiting for an apology, but Henry paid her little to no attention as he moved back downstairs and out the front door. Kroenen owed him a visit home, and he was going to take it whether the Death God wanted him to or not.]
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 16:00:18 GMT -5
Segment: Money to Burn (Credit: Steele/FSX/XS3/Train)
As Warfare comes back to it's live broadcast, we see Jake Steele and FSX coming into the RSX3 locker room, as Steele holds the back of his neck in pain and FSX looks to be in some pain but more annoyed by how all of this went down. Steele walks over to a bench and sits down, putting his head up against a locker door while FSX stands up rolling his neck and staring at Steele.
Steele - Aight... I know it didn't like we had exactly planned but-[/color]
FSX: A deal is a deal. Despite the outcome of the match I came back, shocked the world and took on Zero. Now you own up to your side of the deal.
Steele - Yeah... about dat'... See I don't really have da money on me...[/color]
FSX: What!? Look! You promised me ten million dollars! I don't wrestle for free anymore! I could be in Japan right now performing in exploding death matches of death!
Steele - See, when I had promised you da money, right? See it was like all set and shit. But I me and da niggas kind of had a party last weeken-[/color]
FSX: AND YOU SPENT TEN MILLION DOLLARS ON A PARTY!?!? THIS ISN'T GONNA CUT IT STEELE! YOU KNOW WHAT!? I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL I GET MY MONEY! I WILL FOLLOW YOU, XS3 AND THUNDER TRAIN AROUND EVERYWHERE YOU GO! MENTORING YOU AND TEACHING YOU THE BEST WAYS TO BECOME WORLD CHAMPIONS!
BUT I WON'T LIKE IT! AND I'M ONLY DOING IT UNTIL I GET MY MONEY!
FSX storms out of the locker room pissed off and Steele is just as confused as everyone in attendance is. Shortly after he leaves, XS3 and Thunder Train return from wherever they were at and they have a very confused look on their faces.
Train: Did you pay him the money!?
Steele - Uh, nah... but da dude just said he won't leave us be until he gets it...[/color]
XS3: So basically he's gonna be our free slave?
Steele begins to chuckle a bit at XS3's comment as now the rest of the men begin to laugh. It seems that FSX has joined RSX3... BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE IT!
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 16:01:56 GMT -5
Cracking (Credit: Jake Cheng) The empty hallways of the ACW Arena make perfect getaways for anyone looking to be alone. Jake Cheng walks down a mostly empty hallway, the equipment crates being his only form of company. The blank stare still dawns the former World Champion’s face. He puts his back against a bare spot on the wall inbetween two crates. He slides down and sits on the ground, landing a little harder than he would have liked.
But his facial expression does not change. He continues staring off into space, enjoing a discussion with himself on how to handle his new situation: Jake: I can’t believe him. So I am in a bit of a slump. He wants to fire me. That’s not what friends do. He should have been more supportive. How is yelling and threatening me going to help anything? This is such crap!Cheng put his head in his hands, his pointer fingers in the little crevice where the corners of his eyes met the bridge of his nose. He shifts his position, his hands forming fists that he rests his chin on. Jake: So fucking stupid! What is he thinking? That’s not good leadership, but this isn’t the first time his leadership has been sub par…After sitting still for a moment or two, Jake swing his arm toward the crate next to him, but he stops short of hitting it and runs his hands through his hair. The Chinese Phenom rises to his feet and beginning pacing the hallway. The pacing get progressively faster, and the lone light in the hallway flickers. Jake: Fuck him! I don’t need to prove myself to him. We are practically the same! Both Grand Slam Champions, hell I’ve held more titles than him in the long run. But yet he still controls me! Tells me I’m not good enough tells me that I might be fired if I don’t “step it up.”
Jake reaches out and smacks the wall and the light flickers again. He puts his back on the wall and slides down back to sitting position, running his hands through his air. The phone next to him vibrates wildly and displays a notification:
1 New Text
He picks up his phone to see the name of the sender. BK London. Before reading the message Jake shuts the phone and throws it across the hallway. The phone smashes when it makes contact with the wall. The light above his head is now flickering harder than ever.
In the occasional light, Jake holds his hands in front of his face. He is shaking. His wide eyed face turns to one of satisfaction as his hands shake violently. He stands up and walks over to the remains of his cell phone. As if it wasn’t broken enough, Jake stomps on the phone. Again. And again. Walking to the other side of the hallway, Jake tips over the crate, spilling its contents onto the floor. He yells loudly in what looks like a strobe-lit hallway. Jake Cheng is having his own little rave under the breaking light fixture.
Jake: Bullshit! All of it is bullshit! Fuck BK London, fuck Omega Championship Wrestling! Fuck of all of it! I will show them that they deserve me. That without me they are nothing! They need Jake Cheng. They need me.
The light bulb bulb above Jake’s head breaks and the glass falls around him, and there is a small spark above the head of the former International Champion. In the dim hallway, the outline of the Asian Extraordinaire can still be seen. He looks up at the light bulb and grins from ear to ear again.
Jake: Oh the symbolism.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 6, 2008 16:06:56 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London's Go for the Gold Five Man Gauntlet (Credit: BK)
Upon returning from the break, the guitar immediately kicks in for "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco - and the fans are anxious for the main event and for what's in store for BK London's future.
Phillip: This is a Go for the Gold Five Man Gauntlet, in which the person who pins BK London, will go on to receive a title shot at Samhain on October 25th..
The participants in this match have yet to be revealed, but it appears that five men who have yet to win the World Championship have been gathered at random. Stepping through the curtain, the OCW Champion gingerly makes his way out onto the stage - with most of his body from the waist up bandaged.
Phillip: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 243lbs from Brooklyn, New York, he is the current OCW Heavyweight Champion - representing OCW, B-K London!
The champion continues to make his way down, wearing a scowl on his face as he looks at the fans laughing at him and booing him. He hits the bottom of the ramp at a much slower pace, and now walks up the steel steps. Remembering earlier in the night, Phillip quickly makes his way over to the ropes and sits on it. Stepping into the ring much easier, BK London forgets about going to the top to pose for the fans. Instead, he hands his championship over to the timekepeer and then proceeds to wait in the center of the ring for his first gauntlet opponent.
As the music of BK London dies down, and the lights return to normal - BK London stares towards the stage. There is a brief pause as he waits for the first man in this gauntlet to come down...
The very familiar guitar riffs of “Poison” by Takashi Sorimachi sound through the speakers, and possibly one of the last people BK London wanted to see is making his way to the ring first in this gauntlet. Kudo Yasuda walks through the curtain to quite a pop from the fans, and BK London cusses under his breath once he sees the longest reigning Entertainment Champion at the top of the stage.
Kudo walks down to the ring, taking his sweet time, and simply slides under the bottom rope and rises up right before BK London. Looking at London, face to face, eye to eye - the Kyoto, Japan native lets out a brief smirk. This angers BK London, and with the uninjured arm, he immediately scores with a huge blow to the face of Kudo Yasuda. This starts the match, and RAF signals for the bell.
With Kudo knocked a bit off his feet, BK London follows up with another right hand to the face and then pushes him in the corner. The stomps to the torso follows, which brings the challenger down to the mat - and London preps to stomp a mudhole in Kudo. Backing up, BK London looks to go for a running knee right to his face - but Kudo manages to roll out the way in the nick of time. The champion smashes his knee right into the turnbuckle, and stumbles backwards a bit. Kudo manages to grab BK London and plants him in the mat with a huge German Suplex. Holding the back of his neck in pain, the champion perseveres and rises back up - but with his open opportunity in hand, Kudo Yasuda springs up to his feet and connects with the Yakuza Knee Strike early in the match.
The knee of Kudo strikes BK London in the back of his head, and almost immediately you can see the eyes of the champion glaze over. London drops down to one knee, and then the rest of his body collapses onto the canvas - and he lays there, absolutely motionless. Rather than go for the pin, Kudo stands back as RAF slides on over to check on BK London. London is turned on his back, and is asked to respond to RAF...but nothing.
Kudo approaches the scene, but RAF asks him to step back - and now asks BK London one more time. There is no response, and RAF has no choice but to call for the bell.
The Bell Rings
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner - via knockout, and the NEW...Number One Contender for the OCW Championship...
There is a surge of cheers through the crowd, even before the announcement is finished.
Phillip: ...KUDO YASUDA!
"Poison" hits, and the crowd goes absolutely wild as Kudo Yasuda's hand is raised for the victory. He seems rather perplexed thus far about the way this was won, but all in all, he will accept it any way he can if it means a shot at the title at Samhain.
While genuinely excited, Kudo doesn't show it - instead he looks down at the OCW Championship being brought into the ring for the possibly concussed champion, and now walks out of the ring. Heading up the ramp, he looks back once more - and sees the medics attending to BK London once more, and now he disappears behind the curtain.
And so Warfare goes off air with a new challenger determined and in one of the most unexpected ways...
BK’s desire for a break has become one of his toughest challenges during this reign. Can he withstand a rejuvenated Mr. K.O.?
Has Jake Cheng lost faith with BK and OCW?
And just who does the damn International Title belong to?
Tune in to Meltdown, and you just might find out.
Fade to Black. End of Show.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Oct 6, 2008 16:31:27 GMT -5
Great show. Honourable mentions: @ Jake Cheng. Lol @ BK's gauntlet
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