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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:07:43 GMT -5
Segment: Long Time No Regrets Credit: Steele/Freeman
As we return from our brief commercial break, we can be sure that something is about to spark off or go down as Jake Steele is coming out of the RSX3 locker room. From the start of the night Steele has been popping up on ACW Television. First saving Kudo from OCW and then having a very heated interview on Wayde's World. Upon stepping out of the room, he looks across the hall and is a bit shocked with who he sees. The first man to ever really try and put Steele in his place... Jason Freeman. Steele makes sure his title is nicely fit over his shoulder as he walks over to his former rival, laughing a bit to himself as Freeman looks up at Steele and knows trouble is about to brew.
Steele - Well if it isn't Freebitch! Haha. I ain't seen you in a minute my dude. Matta' fact... I ain't seen you since I pinned yo' ass at Omega Effect Fo'. Nah wait... I do remember when Train Jacknife powerbombed yo' ass of dat stage... hows ya to-...[/color]
Freeman cuts him off. Yet he doesn't seem to be bothered by Steele's name calling and insults.
Freeman: Well, Steele, it's nice to see you again too. In fact, I was hoping I'd run into you. I wanted to give you a word of thanks.
Steele - Thanks?
Freeman: I wanted to thank you because I think my business with you really opened my eyes to where my career had gone. When I lost to you, I realized how low I had sunk...and it helped motivate me. I hold no grudge at all. Tell Train I'd like to thank him as well.
Steele - Yeah, you should be thankin' Train. You lucky he didn't crack ya spine, shit you lucky you still walkin' around right nah.[/color]
Freeman shrugs, carelessly responding to Steele's comments.
Freeman: Well, I suppose I’m just lucky then - however now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’d like to say that---
Steele is not here to listen to Freeman talk, so he cuts him off instantly.
Steele - Nah nah shut up nigga. I mean I'm confused 'bout why you still in ACW. Afta' da embarassment dat you was last time you came back, and afta' all da ass beat downs I thought yo ass would get da memo.[/color]
Freeman seems a little annoyed now, not at the words, but at being interrupted, and he continues on a little more angrily.
Freeman: If you’d let me speak, I’d just like to say that I DO have a problem with the disrespect you seem to be showing me. Because, you know, it’s really starting to annoy me a little bit. You see, for some reason when somebody disrespects me based on conceptions about who I was before, it gets me---
Steele - Who were you before? You were a bitch before, and ya still a bitch. I'm not eva' going to show you any kind of respect until you take dis title I'm wearing right nah.[/color]
Freeman: Oh don’t think I haven’t thought about the belt you’re wearing. In fact, it’s been on my mind a lot. And after I go through Dan White a week from Saturday, maybe you should start worrying about yourself? Because, Steele, you may be the next person in my path that I have to walk over…and I will have no problem---
Steele begins to laugh when Freeman suggests that he could actually get a title shot. This dude must be crazy.
Steele - Haha. You thought I was serious? Stop kiddin' yaself Freeman. I beat you at two straight pay per views. Plus... I don't defend my belt against non-competitors. You haven't did a damn thing but talk and beat up Dan White, who already has nothin' goin' for himself but gettin' drunk and missin' shows.[/color]
Freeman seems to ponder what's being said to him, before shrugging and nodding his head.
Freeman: Well, all I can tell you is to watch my match at Samhain. I think you might really find it interesting. A bit of foreshadowing perhaps. To your own fate.
Steele - Whatever. When you actually win a match get at me.[/color]
Freeman: Oh, fair enough, fair enough. But Steele? I’m going to warn you a bit about my mindset now. While you’re personal insults may be annoying, I really am not going to put too much thought on them. I’m not one for personal rivalries at the moment. But as for your title? Well…let’s just say that when I want something…I WILL get it. So consider yourself lucky that my eyes aren’t on you right now.
Steele - Oh I'm lucky alright. Lucky I don't have ta' hear ya John Pope II ass speeches. But I do hope you beat dat drunk Dan White. But when you don't... who knows, maybe I'll show up ta' end yo career for good.[/color]
Freeman sighs, and shakes his head. He's done with this conversation. He looks at Steele casually.
Freeman: Fair enough…I guess I'll see you then...
Freeman smirks, looks at Steele’s title belt for a couple seconds, and then walks off down the hallway leaving Steele, looking after him, mumbling to himself as he walks in the opposite direction.
Steele - Dat nigga gon' be gone in da next month.[/color]
[Fade][/b]
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:08:05 GMT -5
“I’m Your Boogyman” Credit: Thunderkiss San Fernando, California. [It’s been a long, exhausting day for Ms. Anna Sommers. Her body has baked underneath the hot, California sun for hours at the poll. She had to drive all the way to the spa so she could have a pedicure. She even had to pick up the kitchen because the live in maid took the day off. Unable to spend another cent of her ex-boyfriend’s money, she has decided to finally call it a day and retreat to the mansion’s inner chamber for some much needed beauty sleep. Her hands enter the darkness of the master bedroom before the rest of her body and frantically search the wall for the light switch. As her fingers glide across it, she doesn’t think twice about lifting it upwards and entering the room, and why should she, is not turning on the lights a normal routine? What harm could possibly come to her for doing an act she has done countless times before? God once said, “let there be light,” after all. Unfortunately for Anna, she shall quickly find out that this night is anything but routine.] Thunderkiss: HONEY!Anna: Oh my - Thunderkiss: I’M HOME![The sight of Thunderkiss before her, an unwelcome guest in “her” home, sends chills down her spine. Before she can turn around and make haste from his presence, he leaps over the bed and quickly takes command of the door. There is no way out now, no escape to be had. With a cracking in her voice she tries to take control of the situation but fails miserably.] Anna: Leave or I call the police. Thunderkiss: Why wait! Go right ahead![With a smirk and a hint of sarcasm in his voice, Thunderkiss grabs the cordless phone from the room’s night stand and tosses it directly into Anna’s hand. Frantically her trembling fingers tap out 9-1-1, but just as fast she realizes this action is futile, the line is dead.] Anna: Aiden, you are frightening me! [He hears the plea for mercy in her voice but ignores it with great pleasure. He has waited for this moment for far too long. Now that it has finally arrived he will now savor it and there shall be NO distractions.] Thunderkiss: Now you listen and you listen well, you damn hussy. Now I will be the first to admit that it was my own shallowness that caused me to fall in love with you, but nevertheless I have awoken from my stupor and you WILL taste some of the dismay you caused me. Since the moment I met you, you made little effort to hide the fact that you are nothing more than a gold diggin’ bitch! Still, you shook your little plastic Hollywood ass in front of me and I bought it, hook, line and sinker. For almost a YEAR you had me under your finger and I changed who *I* was just to make *YOU* happy. I gave up a completely happy relationship with someone because I thought you were the one who would provide me with true love and a family. Unfortunately, the only thing you ever provided me with was your air head and silicone infested breasts. I did something I despise from my own gender - I sold out for some SKIRT! All of this aside, the one thing I can truly never forgive you for is the fact that I even gave my life for yours and in return, you kicked me to the curb. Anna: Aiden - Thunderkiss: DON’T CALL ME THAT![He inches closer causing Anna to pin her body up against the wall in a most uncomfortable position. His face is now close to her own, his breath tickling her skin.] Thunderkiss: I am done speaking to you. you’re dead to me. I never want to look at you ever again. The only reason I am still standing here before you is I have come for my son. Bring him to me.Anna: You will have nothing to do with him, you’re a monster. Thunderkiss: I said bring him to me. I shall not repeat myself.[Tears begin to stream down her face. She is helpless, alone. Terrified, she lashes out with an anger filled tongue.] Anna *screaming*: YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM, HE’S NOT EVEN HERE! HE’S WITH MY FATHER! Thunderkiss: Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood. You shall not keep me from him. Anna *crying*: Get out of here. Leave me alone. Please [He takes a few steps back and proceeds out of the bedroom door. A look of euphoria and surprise mixes on Anna’s face as she watches her former lover finally leave on her command. That was so unexpectedly easy...] Thunderkiss: Oh and Anna.[ ... or was it? With a demonic look on his face, Thunderkiss whips his body around and screams out - ] Thunderkiss: *sniff sniff* Is it just me or do I smell gas? Anna: ! Thunderkiss: Honey, I hope you didn’t leave the stove on again![She smells it too. His cackles give way to the rising of a zippo lighter and she quickly puts two and two together. Exiting the mansion as quick as her legs can carry her, Anna doesn’t look back once. It isn’t until her ears begin to ring in displeasure that she knows the “deed” has been done.] *Click* BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!! Anna: OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod He’s going to GET you He’s going to GET you He’s going to GET you He’s going to GET you
Thunderkiss: I leave you the house and you go and fuck it up! Way to go, Britney!
I’m your boogyman I’m your boogyman I’m your boogyman I’m your boogyman [If he can’t have it, no one will. The symbol of his once incredible fame has been laid to waste but not ALL is lost. In his hands reside a set of keys that belong to his once beloved Porche 911. It has been so long since he has smelled its leather interior and this is one reunion that shall not wait. Now snug in the drivers seat he prepares himself for a long drive cross country but not before delivering one final message.]
Thunderkiss: DON’T FORGET TO CALL DADDY AND TELL HIM I’M COMING!
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:08:34 GMT -5
Segment: The rabbit hole goes even deeper (Credit: JJB)
Our view is the ACW parking lot. Walking across is Josh the Jersey Boy. JJB, seeing the camera man, turns and looks before talking.
JJB: Last week, I got stupid, I let my temper get a hold of me and I got my ass kicked. There is no reason to deny that, but to see me, Josh the Jersey Boy get his ass kicked by some no name chump, well it just sends a lump down my throat. Just thinking about it makes me sick to the stomach.
But tonight I’m going to break my one rule, the one rule I hold dear and near which is: “To settle everything in the ring.” Although I break a creed I adore, it is for the greater good as I eliminate two birds with one stone.
When finished, Josh smirks.
JJB: Well, here's my ride.
Josh turns to the ramp were a black limo pulls up. The gate lifts and the car drives halfway through then starts to rev.
JJB: Come on Carl, stop messing around or your getting fired!
After a few seconds, the passenger door opens and the door drives forward. The limo flies at Josh, who jukes out of the way of the door a few seconds early. However, "Carl" flies out the passenger door, sweeping JJB's legs out. Carl is tied up. JJB pulls the gag out from around his mouth, and Carl utters one word.
Carl: Lusso....
The limo swings around to face JJB on the other side of the lot. The limo flies toward JJB again, about forty MPH.
JJB: Tough break, Carl.
JJB pulls Carl up as the limo flies in and dives over the bonnet, leaping away while causing Carl to get hit by the car and fly about ten feet before crawling away. Yet again the limo flies around, with no windscreen, Lusso can be seen laughing.
Josh: Come get me, freak.
As Lusso complies, JJB strafes to the left, a pillar behind him.
Lusso: COME ONNNNNNNNNNNN!
At the last second, JJB jumps onto the limo and tuck flips forward, landing on his feet then falling back. However, Lusso's limo slams into the pillar, causing the roof above him to collapse onto him. JJB walks forward to the limo as the smoke clears. A bit of fire can be seen on the front engine, JJB then removes a cigarette and uses that same fire to light up his cigarette. Then, JJB opens the drivers door and Lusso's lifeless body drops out. JJB checks Lusso's wrist. JJB smiles and looks at the camera man.
JJB: Destroy the tape. He's alive, but may not remember this.
JJB sprints off just as medical crew and Ginger run in from another entrance.
Ginger: What happened!
Camera man: Here, have the tape.
The camera man puts down the camera and turns it off, fading back to the Meltdown arena.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:10:42 GMT -5
Segment. Dan mad. Dan smash things (Credit: Dan/Freeman)
We return to the backstage and see Dan White. He's not a happy bunny. He's been bundled into this match with Freeman, a match that he made perfectly clear he didn't want to take part in. But nonetheless, Freeman went behind his back and sealed the deal with Russo. Anyways, Dan booms into Ginger's office, less than amused. Ginger looks shocked at this, but was lucky not to be doing any work.
Dan: GINGER!
Ginger: ...Dan.
Dan: Freeman! He booked that match without me! I didn't want that match!
Ginger: Well...there's nothing I can do about it at the minute.
Noooo.
Dan: What?! You're the co-chairman! Veto his decision!
Ginger sighs.
Ginger: Dan, I'd love to....but the agreement is once a decision has been made neither of us can overturn it.
Not the news Dan wanted to hear.
Dan: That's proper gash though! Can't you do anything?
Ginger ponders.
Ginger: I guess I could add a stipulation...
Dan: Yes! Hell in a Cell! Street Fight! Inferno! Anything!
They're interrupted by the swinging open of Ginger's door, and both turn to see who it is.
Freeman: Hey, Ginger I-
Dan: YOU!!
Freeman turns, at the sound of Dan's voice, having not seen him previously.
Freeman: Well, if it isn---
But before Freeman can continue whatever it was he was going to say, Dan comes towards him rapidly and slams him against the wall.
Dan: What the fuck, you little creep! Why did you go and sign this match?!
Ginger: Hey, HEY! Get your hands off him!
Dan looks at Ginger, and reluctantly drops Freeman.
Freeman: Calm down. I don't see what the problem is here. All I want is one match. A single match.
Dan: Fuck you, Freeman, you coward. Didn't get what you want from me so you wimp off and get authority to sign up. You're pathetic.
Ginger: Listen, you two. I don't need this. Get the hell out of my office, and don't you dare touch each other for the rest of the night if you even want to see another event here, let alone fight at Samhain!
Freeman smirks.
Freeman: Well, Dan, before I go, I feel I should tell you that I have a TV title match on Fallout this week. I suggest you watch it.
Freeman exits the room, and Dan looks after him for a second, before leaving angrily.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:11:05 GMT -5
Match 3: AC Evans vs. Lusso (Credit: Bryce) The match starts off with both men locking up in the centre of the ring, Lusso clearly not pleased about his back-to-back losses looks to be much more aggressive tonight. Lusso puts Evans into a headlock and squeezes Evans' head tightly, however Evans manages to wriggle free. As Evans brushes off Lusso's attack he decides to circle around the ring, looking to use his agility against Lusso. Lusso, clearly not the most mobile person on the roster eventually gets caught out as Evans plants him onto the ring canvas with an arm drag. As Lusso tries to scrambles back to his feet he discovers that this was a bad idea as Evans follows up with a dropkick straight to the knees, sending Lusso crashing into the canvas. Evans tries to quickly capitalise, hooking the leg but only gets the 2 count before Lusso is able to get his shoulders up. Evans remains focused as he pulls Lusso to his feet. The crowd seem to be generally disinterested in Lusso at this point, and are cheering on Evans to get rid of the oddball from ACW for good. Evans irish whips Lusso into the ropes, as he rebounds off he drop toe holds Lusso back down onto the canvas. Evans follows it up by rolling Lusso onto his back and positioning Lusso adjacent to the ropes before using the ropes to springboard into the air and connect with an elbow. Evans looks down at Lusso and considers going for the pin fall, but sees a few signs of life and decides to continue his attack instead. He drags Lusso to his feet with his hair and connects with a kick to mid-section, Lusso flails his arms wildly, trying to put Evans off, however Evans just looks down at his opponent. Finally, Evans grabs a firm grip on Lusso before northern lights suplexing Lusso straight into the centre of the ring. As Evans bridges to go for the pin, this must surely be over. Nope, somehow the ever resilent Lusso kicks out. As he sees Lusso somehow struggle to get his shoulders up, Evans has to take a moment or two to keep himself composed. Satisified that he has controlled his frustration he turns his attention to Lusso who is sitting on the ring canvas trying to recover. Evans gets to his feet and blindsides Lusso by connecting with a hard kick straight to the back of his opponent. As Lusso let's out a groan from the pain and meets the canvas once more, Evans decides now is the time to end the match. He pulls his opponent to his feet again, however this time he lets go of Lusso. Lusso looks barely able to stand up and as he stumbles around harmlessly Evans climbs to the second turnbuckle. He waits for Lusso to stumble back slightly before leaping off and connecting with the Open Your Eyes. As Evans hooks the leg of the lifeless Lusso there really could be no other outcome than a returning victory for Evans. ================================================= “Homecoming” Credit: Thunderkiss [On a lonely, deserted highway on the isle of ACW, a lost object awaits its owner. For many months it has been waiting for its master to return, and with each passing second, that special moment draws nearer. Pedal to the floor, Thunderkiss rushes towards his destiny, a destiny he now realizes he cannot run from. Over the noise of gears shifting and pistons thumping his mind flashes back to a point in time where he thought he could.] ~
[He pulls his bandana off his head and unfolds it in his hands. He stares at the “TK” logo in the middle of it and begins to feel repulsed. How many unpleasant things has he done under this banner? How many people has he ruined? Blackmailed? Hurt? Its only natural for the temptations of revenge to creep into one’s heart and now karma has come for him AND his family. He’s willing to pay the price for what he has done, but NOT Anna. He cannot have that, no matter the cost. His eyes return to the piece of cloth that resides in his hands. They begin to tremble under the weight of this evil and he quickly rolls down his window hoping to escape it.]
Anna: What are you doing?
[He crinkles up his bandana and tosses it out the window into the cold night air. The moment it is released from his hands he feels a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders.]
Aiden: Freeing myself.
~ Thunderkiss: There.[The car comes to a screeching halt on the side of the road. His eyes did not deceive him. There it is, still intact even after all these months. While yes, it is torn, tattered and weathered, this bandana is much like himself - a survivor. Carefully TK pulls the cloth away from the weeds and twigs it had called its home for several months and brushes it clean. Like a man reborn, he places it atop of his head and ties it in place. Its snugly hugs his head like an old friend, and with the bandana’s return, all wrongs have finally been righted.] Thunderkiss: Ah, that’s better. [The wind kicks up dust that splatters and cuts into the flesh. Through the pain his eyes do not waiver from the horizon upon which they are fixed. There stands the ACW arena, placed directly into the skyline among the constellations of the gods. It is only fitting that it stands alone side Orion, Zeus and the rest watch over us from high above.] Thunderkiss: Now to get back my belt, my fans and even my bodyguard. But first, I’m going to get back my job. [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:11:33 GMT -5
Segment: No Hard Feelings Credit: Steele/Evans
After his appearance on ‘Wayde’s World’ and an high tension filled encounter with Jason Freeman, Jake Steele seems to be now trying to focus on nothing but his match later on in the evening. As the scene fades in, we see Steele walking down the hallway with his International Title over his shoulder as always. He is most likely headed for his locker room to get a moment of clarity before his big main event match later on in the night. He continues walking down the hall until he notices a once familiar face walking past him…
A.C. Evans.
Steele and Evans walk past each other as you can feel the scene go into slow motion. They lock eyes and Evans glances down at Steele’s title. Steele scoffs at Evans, and shakes his head as he can be heard snickering a bit. The scene goes back into normal motion and Evans stops. Steele continues walking until the voice of Evans calls out to him.
A.C. EVANS: Hm? Have you something to say? [/color]
Steele looks back at Evans and then turns around. He takes a few steps closer to him and responds.
Steele - Do I know y-… hold up, hold up. Ain’t you da emo kid from back way back when?[/color]
A.C. EVANS: Heh. I suppose so. Aren't you that character who flaunts money around and won that very title on false pretenses? [/color]
Steele - False pretenses ah not, I still got what you and ya boy McKaye don't have, and never will have... a title. I don't need to be no 'One Man Militia" fo' dat.[/color]
A.C. EVANS: Firstly, I do not seek titles in ACW. I only seek one thing and that's my revenge. You see, Steele..I'm not like you. Possesions don't matter to me. The only thing I seek inflicting pain on others. The only thing that I want in my career is to hurt people who have hurt me. Mainly OCW. Secondly, McKaye is not "my boy". McKaye is a piece of garbage who can rot in hell for all I care. He betrayed me. He turned his back on me and I looked up to him. You do not need to be to win a title..but you did need to cheat and bribe your way to that title..did you not? [/color]
Steele - I didn't need shit. I did it because I saw Zero runnin' his mouth. I saw him take and hold up what was supposed ta' be mine since Omega Effect Fo'. I saw him beat dat asian mawfucka Cheng, and I saw dat he was tryin' to take my spot. Yeah I bought out Yoko Satoshi, yeah I snuck up on Zero but he deserved dat shit. And he thinks gettin' da upperhand on me... takin' me and Train's tag titles was gonna hold me and RSX3 back? Nah. See just like you I got my own motives hea' in ACW, but unlike you... I got people comin' at my head daily. I'm not huntin' niggas, dey huntin' me. And if you think I ain't prepared to retaliate, watch tonights match. I'll prove yo' ass wrong.[/color]
A.C. EVANS: Your words mean nothing to me, Jake. I've yet to see you win an honest match. You don't impress me with your money or your titles. You impress no one except those who adhere by your hedonistic lifestyle. With my return in ACW, I've been approached by many people..wanting to join me in my cause to end OCW. I've turned them all down. I am a One Man Militia unlike you. Train and XS3 are your buddies and help you win matches. You've only got that title because of your money, your friends and your mouth. Truth hurts a bit..doesn't it? [/color]
At this point Evans is getting into Steele's head. The champ can be seen growing more pissed with each word and he now takes off his Gucci shades, putting them into his pocket. He readjusts his title over his shoulder and he looks into Evans' eyes,
Steele - Pfft. You know man, I love how big a game you talk. For real though. How many times you ever went full on one of yo' big promises? Train beat you when you promised ta' become Entertainment Champ. Kudo took yo' ass out befo' da Seven Deadly Sins match could even get started good. And just when you thought you were gettin' some success... McKaye made you leave ACW. See, I unda'stand why Russo singled you out as da weak link of ACW. It's cause no matta' what you say, or do, you don't have da balls ta' back it up. Me, I got Train and XS3 backin' me up cause dey know I don't quit until I get what da fuck I want. You... mistah 'One Man Militia", haha, I can't wait for someone to take you out of da war, ya dig?[/color]
A.C. EVANS: The weak link? Heh. I was taken out of OCW because of the fact that I was the one who showed to be a threat to BK London's world title. Train beat me...that he did. I respect him for defeating me. He did it in a honest manner which is more than I can say for you. Kudo took me out because he knew that I would eventually win Seven Deadly Sins and take you out as well. If I were you, I'd be thanking Kudo daily for saving you from a beating from A.C. Evans. You want someone to take me out of the war? Why not step up to the plate and do it yourself?
I forgot, though, you never step into the ring with someone who is better than you. You lack something which sets you apart from everyone else. Courage. You stray away from any challengers for that title, because you know you are thin ice as it is with that title. You know that in a matter of seconds..that title will be taken from you... [/color]
Steele - See, I remember a new kid, just like ya'self, same height and everything. He had a message too. He said if I tried fistin' up wit him... I was gonna get 'burnt'. But you know what happened to dat kid? He got beat. Even after various distractions, I still got da pin over him... Wait... Ah shit... I remember his name now. Dat kid was YOU. Yeah, you spoke da same shit and what happened? I became ya first loss.
Face it, you never gon' live up to anything you spit man. You talkin' bout me bein' a coward? Nah, fuck dat. I welcome anyone to try and take what da fuck is mine. I allow it matta' fact. Let it be Zero, let it be McKaye, shit let it be you. Cause those seconds gon' turn into minutes and dats gonna turn into days, and those days gon turn into months... cause I don't plan on losin' dis anytime soon. Bitch I am da truth... let's see you do somethin', den get at me.[/color]
A.C. EVANS: You never cease to make me laugh at your title reign. The fact that you believe you are a plausible champion is something that makes me laugh. You are nothing but a joke, Steele. Do you remember that match? Think back. You defeated me..I'll give you that match. But it goes back to what I was saying earlier..You've never had an honest victory. Think back to the match. I distinctly remember your little buddy, Thundertrain, getting involved in that match...do you? I also remember Freeman jumping on the apron and distrcting the ref. I also recall getting slammed on the head with Train's entertainment title. The fact still remains..that you never beat me. You, Freeman, and Train defeated me that night. So, come down off your high horse, because you'd be one of the elite few to hold a HONEST win over me... [/color]
Evans scoffs as he brushes pass Jake Steele with a grin on his face. Steele watches on, shaking his head and brushing off his title. He then turns around and walks off as the scene fades.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:11:53 GMT -5
"The Croco-Train Hunter" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
After their confrontation on Warfare, it's clear that Rattlesnake isn't done with Thunder Train, not by a long shot.
The scene opens to the parking lot of a Dunkin' Donuts. Rattlesnake walks into view dressed up like the Crocodile Hunter. He even plays off the part with an Austrailian accent.
Rattlesnake: Alright. We're here outside a local donut shop. We're looking for a rare creature, one that should never be seen in public. It's so terrifying that it puts Medusa to shame.
The camera inches toward Rattlesnake. He points in the distance.
Rattlesnake: We're looking for the Thunder Train. It's call is quite dreadful. In fact, if he ever sees you, he'll scream it in your ears. There's nothing more terrifying than that.
Rattlesnake sees a car pull up. He looks carefully.
Rattlesnake: Wait, wait. I think we may have spotted him.
The camera focuses in on the car as hte door shuts.
??: The Train is always hungry!
Rattlesnake: Oh dear, it seems we've found him through sheer luck. Let's hope and pray he doesn't spot us.
Train walks to the trunk of his car and upon closer inspection, it's just a midget dressed up at Thunder Train.
Midget Train: The Train is always hungry...
Rattlesnake: Scary.
Midget Train: ...for some donuts. I need me some donuts bad.
Rattlesnake: I knew it. I knew this would be the perfect place to see him. He always flocks to donuts. Let's be very wary. It could be extremely dangerous if he spots us.
Train looks in Rattlesnake's direction and walks over.
Rattlesnake: Oh shit! He's spotted us. It's all over now.
Midget Train: What the hell is going on over here? Is that a camera? The Train is always hungry for some exposure.
Rattlesnake: Then expose yourself somewhere else. We're filming a show here.
Midget Train: But I love cameras. They always make you famous.
Rattlesnake (under his breath): Or in your case add several hundred pounds.
Midget Train: What was that?
Rattlesnake drops the accent and talks normally now.
Rattlesnake: I didn't say anything.
Midget Train: Snake, please leave me alone. After I saw you on Warfare, I got scared. I left the ring and there was a trail of piss cause you scared it out of me. I can't eat properly. I miss stuffing 8 donuts in my mouth all at once. I just can't do anything right anymore.
Rattlesnake: Maybe next time you won't bring something like this on yourself.
Midget Train: You know, you're right. I was wrong. But I was also right to an extent.
Rattlesnake: And what do you mean by that?
Midget Train: Ending careers. People get so bored in their matches with me that compels them to leave. They leave so they can find a much better opponent to face. I'm a failure as a person and as a wrestler.
Rattlesnake: I won't deny that.
Midget Train: I bet you, please...leave me alone. I can't take it anymore.
Rattlesnake: Run along and get your donuts. You won't see me again.
Midget Train: Oh thank you so much. You're more merciful than I expected.
Midget Train runs off and Rattlesnake looks into the camera.
Rattlesnake: Train, you got lucky on Monday. I was a spilt-second away from dropping you on your ass. You can feel glorified that you got away scot-free this time, but the next time I see you, you won't.
Rattlesnake starts to walk away, but he stops and looks back.
Rattlesnake: You fucked up. You hit the wrong switch and now you're on a collision course with greatness. You want to take pride in ending careers. You want to make that claim? Just for that, I'll give you something to claim. Get ready to have your own claim to fame because after I'm done with you, it's all you're going to have.
Rattlesnake walks off as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:12:27 GMT -5
Segment: “Give It Time” (Credit: Kudo)
Albright walks into the gym as Jess Washington, Haiku Ryu and Ghetto Rob are working on some light training drills.
Albright: Hey come on people, move it move it, this isn’t a sauna but I sure as hell want to see you sweating like you’re in one.
The three men pick up the pace as Albright takes a seat in the bench in front of them.
Albright: Well guys, I just spoke with Kudo.
The trainees immediately stop and crowd around Albright in anticipation.
Washington: And what happened?
Albright: Well amidst all the apologizing and the thanking, mostly on my part, I think we managed to strengthen our bond a little more.
Ghetto Rob: Aight, that’s wassup, so when can we get into the arena again?
Albright: Well we can’t. I said we’d honor his wishes and give him the space he needed. You guys can do the same and watch him on TV.
Ghetto Rob: Man that’s wack. We don’t even get no cable up in this place dog. Man, dis is all cuz you got him walkin’ into a trap on Monday isn’t it?
Albright: My fault? There’s no fault involved in this at all. And speaking of Monday, where the hell were you guys?
Ghetto Rob: Dog, have you ever seen someone try to negotiate prices with a ticket scalper in haiku? It aint pretty.
Haiku Ryu: Don’t blame this on me Haikus are very soothing It was your do-rag.
Ghetto Rob: OH hell naw, he didn’t just say it was cuz of mah do-rag!
The two men look as if they’re about to get into a scrap, but they know better than to do it and get punished later with more chores.
Washington: So that’s it? I say that’s not so bad. Now the rest of us can concentrate on our own business like we should be doing here in this gym.
Albright: Jess is right, get back to work guys. We’ve all got things we have to do, and if you’re going to make a splash on Fallout, I don’t want you to embarrass me or this gym with your lack of training. We’ve got reputations to keep, so get on it.
Ghetto Rob (muttering and walking away): Man, he comin’ up in here and interrupting our trainin’ to tell us to git back to trainin’? Dat’s some ole bullshit.
Rob and Ryu begin walking back to the mat where they began their regimen. Jess Washington lags behind and turns around.
Washington: You know Mr. Albright, we’ve got a long ways to go under the R-3 banner, but I think it’s times like this that make it seem like we’re actually making some progress. I think we’re doing the right thing by letting him go at this alone.
Albright: Yeah me too.
Albright walks Washington over to the mat and they watch Haiku Ryu and Ghetto Rob's self training sessions turn into a wrestling match on the ground, settling their differences the only way they seem to know how.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:12:56 GMT -5
Segment: Training Time 3 Credit: Wayde Russeller and Sly Fox Wayde's Barn-10/14/08 The scene opens with Wayde Russeller and Sly Fox going towards a fenced in area at a barn. Wayde sits up top a pony and is just the same height of his protegee, Sly. Sly: So you own a barn?Wayde: I guess so.Sly: You guess so? You don't know?Wayde: I'm pretty sure. I mean the outside sign said Wayde Russeller's Barn. Sly: How do you forget whether or not you own a barn?Wayde: I used to drink Sly, I used to drink a lot! But enough about that! Lets talk about out debut matches.Sly: 2-0 baby! We going up, up! Wayde: Yeah we did OK. However we beat The Lost Conquistadors basically. Two teams, basically the same, both suck. Hell we weren't in the ring for more than 2 minutes! That is why today we are gonna work on stamina.Sly: Cool, cool. What am I doing? Running some laps around the barn?Wayde: Haha that would be too easy and very unexciting. Sly: SO what then?Wayde walks over to the a cage inside the fenced area and pulls it up as 3 chickens come running out of the cage.Wayde: CATCH THEM!Sly jumps as soon as Wayde yells and starts trying chase the chickens. He runs and dives for one but completely misses and flops in the mud. He gets up and resumes the chase tripping and stumbling while Wayde barks orders from outside the area.
Sly keeps running after them and can't catch any. He slides head first in the mud but misses the chicken and instead keeps sliding head first into a pile of manure. Wayde gets quite and the chickens even stop running as an angered Sly slams the ground jumps to his feet. As he rises it ironically starts to rain hard, adding drama and excitement to the scene. The camera is in slow motion as whips his head around and lets out a roar. The camera shows the string of spit flying out of his mouth, as the chickens start running again and we return to regular speed.
He traps one chicken in the corner and they have stare down. The chicken tries to juke past him but Sly snaps his body to the side and grabs the chicken. He runs and puts it in the cage. He chases another one down and baseball slides past the chicken and grabs him on his way by. He throws him in the cage and turns to get the third one. The third chicken however is scared enough and walks himself into the cage.
Thinking he is done Sly raises his hands in the air in celebration. Wayde laughs and opens another cage and everything gets quite. The sun reappears and a dust ball rolls across the front of Sly as a 25 pound chicken steps into the yard. Sly turns and runs as the chicken starts clambering after him.Sly jumps up the fence and tries to climb over. The chicken lets out a squawk and runs right at the rear end of Sly. He lets out a yell and his face twists in pain as he slides off the fence to the ground.Fade
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:15:29 GMT -5
Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. The Senator (Credit: BK London)
The match starts off rather slow, with Jake Cheng trying to take down The Senator at his own game with quite the maneuvers and chain wrestling moves. However, Senator shows to be the superior technical wrestler - as he manages to foil Cheng's attempt to out wrestle him every time. The Senator looks to hit his Fillibuster move early, but with past battles with the former ACW champion - Cheng sees it coming. Elbowing him in the head several times, Jake frees himself and manages to take The Senator down with a Enziguri to the back of the head. Pummeling Phillips, Jake looks to have gotten the upper hand in this match - but The Senator won't allow him to do so. They two engage in quite the scuffle, with fists thrown and while Carter Donovan attempts to stop it - he is simply pushed off by both men. This results in a double disqualification for both men, leaving it a draw.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:15:47 GMT -5
Segment: Especially For You (Credit: Jake Cheng and Scott Andrews) The bell rings and a bunch of shit happens. And there is no victor, Jake has only one thing left to do – he grabs the microphone from that stooge named Phillip. Jake: Is that good enough for you? Am I on my way back to the top. But you know what, who the fuck am I kidding. I am not going to be good enough for you all. I can kwin, I can lose but I’ll keep getting booed. And I won’t even get my recognition from the superstars back there. I am one of the best here. But they won’t believe that. They’ll learn soon enough. You’ll all learn. Yeah, whatever you say loser. Bring me that Jake Steele shit. Jake: So now for my next trick, I’m gonna need someone from the audience. The crowd is confused from Jake’s sudden change of emotions: from anger to wanting to do magic tricks. Jake: C’mon, who wants to get to stand in the ring with the most decorated superstar in ACW? Kid: We get to meet BK London? Jake: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY KID? Silence. Jake: ....the only thing you need to stand in the ring with ME is a black marker. Different kid: I...I....I have a marker. Jake: Ding ding! We have a winner. Come on in. Security, help him over the barricade, he’s just a little kid. A boy, probably ten years of age, is helped over the security barrier and walks up the steps. He steps into the ring like he has seen his favorite superstars, and in awestruck when he sees the crowd all looking at him. Jake: Pretty cool, huh? Take it all in. Here, raise your arms in the air above your head. With the largest grin possible, the boy raises his arms over his head. The crowd gives him a pop with no match. He then runs up to a turnbuckle and stands on the second rope. Doing his pose once again, he gets another pop. Jake: Kid, your gonna remember this forever. Now, can I have your marker? This kid must be good at hot potato, because the marker was out of his pocket and into Jake’s hand.
Kid: Do I get an autograph? Jake: Not quite. Now get your tiny ass out of my ring. Kid: What? Jake: I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT! Tears well up in his eyes and he races back into his mother’s arms. Meanwhile, Jake goes to town writing on the chair he left in the right before. When he is done, he throws the marker into the crowd and holds the chair above his head. It says three words in the scrawled handwriting:
For Scott Andrews Jake: Yes, you see it. This chair....this chair is for Scott Andrews. For anyone who gets in my way on the way to Scott Andrews. Hell, for anyone who gets in my way. This chair will not leave my side until it's knocked Sc- "Anasasis/Xenophontis" hits the speakers and Cheng is pissed at the interruption, but begins smirking as he sees Scott Andrews make his way onto the ramp.
Scott has a look of complete focus in his eyes as he walks towards the ring. He doesn't look away from Cheng; not for a second. When he reaches the apron he leaps up and grabs the ropes before entering through the second and top. Scott's face turns a glowing red as he puts his microphone to his lips.Scott: Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart right now! Cheng seems to be taking him lightly as he smiles before retorting.Jake: Now, where would the fun in that be, Scott? By the tone of your voice and your current demeanor I'm guessing you heard aboutwhat happened to your little buddies on Warfare, huh? Scott: What you did to them wasn't necessary, Jake! You put them in hospital for no good reason other than their ties with me! I'm the one you want Jake! Jake: NO, NO, NO! You've got it all wrong, Scott! If I wanted you I would have taken you out long before now. There are reasons why they had to be taken care of, Scott, reasons that perhaps you'll find out sooner rather than later... With an unexpected chair shot to the head, Jake knocks Scott out cold. The fans boo ravenously as Jake stands and smirks before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. He grabs a stretcher out from behind the ring apron and pulls Scott's leg, dragging him towards it. Jake manages to position Scott on the stretcher before strapping him in and rolling him towards the ramp. The crowd boo as Scott looks to be in la-la land and Jake casually pushes Scott up the ramp and out through the entrance curtain.Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:16:06 GMT -5
“Starting Anew” Credit: Chris Williams/Jake Steele ======================================= Two weeks ago…The camera opens to a state-of-the-art weight-training facility. The facility is packed to the brim full of men and women trying to work themselves into shape, on treadmills, machines, free weights… all of which are of the highest quality. As the camera pans over the entirety of the weight room, an intense and familiar voice rings out above the rest….: Come on, push it! Work for it!The camera zooms in, and the man is none other than Chris Williams. About a month into his new job as a trainer for Powerhouse Gym just outside of Detroit, Williams is coaching a scrawny young teenager who looks to be about 14, benching all of 85 pounds…. As the young boy tries to extend his arms for one more rep, he gives up, and the bar drops onto his chest. Williams quickly grabs the bar with his right hand and racks it with no trouble. The young kid sits up on the bench, hunched over and breathing heavily. Williams pats him on the back, before trying to offer some words of encouragement….Williams: It’s alright, Bryan… One set of three reps is not too bad of a start! Before you know it, you’ll be beating me to the ground…. You’ll be benching 400 pounds in no time. You gotta start somewhere, so come back after school tomorrow and we’ll work on that fourth rep….As Bryan walks away looking dejected, Chris chuckles silently to himself before jumping on a treadmill for a quick run. Before he even has a chance to get started, however, his supervisor makes a beeline straight at him. Williams’ supervisor looks to be the same age as Chris, about 23 or so, only about half Chris’ size and dressed in a white polo and khakis…. Williams steps down from the treadmill and looks at the supervisor.Supervisor: Chris, we need to have a talk about your performance on the job….Williams: What about it? Everyone I work with seems to be happy….Supervisor: That’s the problem. You only have two clients… Bryan – the 14 year old nerd – and James, the 68 year old man with bladder problems! We have over two thousand clients come through our doors every day, but you don’t seem to want to work with them! If you aren’t willing to do your job… — Williams interrupts the pencil-pusher, his temper beginning to get the best of him….Williams: Look Jeff… the only reason I don’t work with half the people that come through here is because they are just so damn fake! Half of them come in here and just mosey around, thinking that just being in a gym will somehow whip them into shape. They don’t want to actually do anything, because, god forbid, they might have to work for it! And the other half of the people in here are just ego-driven punks who think they are complete studs that can do and say anything they want. There isn’t a single person in here that I’d want to work with….: Oh, so I guess dis a bad time...As Williams whirls around, about to tell off this punk who is interrupting his conversation… he realizes that this man isn’t a punk at all. It’s his old friend, Jake Steele! Chris grins at Steele, before turning around and waving goodbye toward Jeff, his boss….Williams: Bye-bye, Jeff… can’t you see I’m with a client?As Jeff walks away, Williams turns back toward Steele, who is cackling with laughter….Williams: Now what the hell is so damn funny?Steele: Damn man... I neva' thought I'd see da day when Chris Williams, big superstar, is a traina'... shit. And now you lettin' some bitch ass 'boss' talk down to you like dat? Damn homie.Williams: Don’t start with me… it pays the bills, okay? It’s all I can do, now that I’m out of wrestling….Steele: Yeah, I heard you retired... fo' like da fifth time.Williams: Not by choice, dude… but I think it’s permanent. GWF died, CIW died… nobody else will even throw an offer my way for fear that their federation will die with me in it. And I’m not even about to stick my nose out there in a top federation… everyone thinks I’m washed up, and the second I lose a match they’ll turn their back on me.Steele: Speakin' of... I know afta' I came back in June, we all kinda split up a bit, den eventually you left. But dats in da past... cause I got a contract for you to come back.Williams: Where? Back in ACW? Not a chance, they’ll never want me back! I left them because I was moonlighting in two feds… I chose GWF over ACW, and GWF died. Period. They will NEVER let me back with open arms…. Nev—Williams shuts up mid-sentence when Steele pulls the contract out from a folder….Steele: You talk too much...Williams: You aren’t screwing with me, right? This is for real?Steele: Nigga, you know damn well you can't stay out of da ring... and I'm tryna make sure you come back to a place dat isn't gonna let you down.Williams flashes his trademark grin… a grin that hasn’t been flashed in a long, long while. He takes the pen, signing his name on the contract, ready to get back into the business at full speed….Williams: Oh wait… I forgot one thing.Steele: Wass dat?Williams smiles again, before taking off his Powerhouse polo, exposing the form-fitted wrestling shirt underneath, complete with “Williams” in white lettering on the back. Seeing Williams take off his uniform during work hours, Chris’ boss runs up to Chris….Jeff: What is THIS?!? You know the rules! You STAY IN YOUR UNIFORM DURING WORK HOURS!! What are you doing?!?Williams grins again, before tossing the shirt into Jeff’s face….Williams: I quit.================================================== FADE OUT ==================================================
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:16:52 GMT -5
Segment: Fall into Gold (Credit: Senator, Freeman)
As the show returns, Jason Freeman is seen in a small, cramped, but well kept office, as he faces Fallout Comissioner Peter Bannatyne.
Freeman: I still don't understand why you called me here, it's not like I actually want to go over there to that crappy little rat trap you call a gym...
Bannatyne: You do realize you are talking about the Stephan Russo Memorial Hall, which, I will add, is not infested with bloody little rodents...anyway, Jason Freeman, you have certainly made a splash since your return.
Freeman: Of course.
Bannatyne: So then, I have a little deal that I made with Stephan Russo.
Freeman: I've got a feeling this isn't going to be good.
Bannatyne: You might say so, but you would be horrendously incorrect. See, I have a win/win scenerio set up here. Jeffery Janson, currently the Fallout Television Champion, failed me, a few weeks ago, when he, and the rest of the Corporate Club were embarrased in a melee with a motley crew from the rest of the roster. Janson also has not done much for the ratings.
Freeman: And so you want me to beat him, win the belt, and of course bring up the ratings. Well, I'll admit, it is a bit tempting to have some gold already, however...it's Fallout gold...
Bannatyne: A belt is only as good as the people who hold it, and you might just find that the Fallout talent you'll face for it are every bit as talented as the mainstream ACW roster. If nothing else, you'll have something else to add to your list of accomplishments.
Freeman: I suppose that's true, and if, no...WHEN I win this, it's going to turn some heads. Besides, I've got many new moves in my arsenel, and why not squash some Fallout bum with them? Plus, I've got a very important match coming up on Saturday, and I suppose some warmup might not hurt. And if anything, I'd like to show Dan White what he's in for. A little preview.
Bannatyne: That's more like it...you'll make a hell of a TV champ, now get out of here, so I can get back to my important business!
Freeman, a bit miffed by the last line, stomps out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:17:40 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London and Henry McKaye vs. Kudo Yasuda and Jake Steele (Credit: BK London)
The two legal men starting this match are Henry McKaye, and No.1 Contender for the ACW Championship - Kudo Yasuda. These two are certainly no stranger to one another, and it was actually McKaye who eliminated Kudo from the Emperor of the Ring tournament last month. They both go for a lock up, but McKaye manages to catch Kudo off guard and plants him with a kick to the abdomen. A few forearms to the jaw follows up, getting Kudo on the ropes and now McKaye whips Kudo across the ring. The former Entertainment Champion springs off the ropes and sees the clotheslien attempt by McKaye coming and ducks under it. Rebounding off the opposiing ropes, he flies at McKaye and takes him down with a jumping clothesline. McKaye gets up shortly after and Kudo hits him with a dropkick in the chest that sends him stumbling backwards into the corner. McKaye now bursts out the corner in rage and looks to follow up with another move, but he is sent soaring through the air with a back body drop. Holding his back, McKaye writhes in pain and now Kudo picks up McKaye and drags him to his corner. Tagging the International Champion in, Jake Steele plants McKaye with several kicks to the abdomen. Whipping him into the ropes, Jake takes him down with a hip toss before following up with a massive elbow to the chest. McKaye clutches his chest in pain and Steele goes for the quick cover. McKaye kicks out right before two, and Steele now picks him up and drags him to the corner before hitting him with a Scoop Slam.
Another tag in this match, and Kudo is back in. He soars over the top rope and hits a Slingshot Leg Drop on his foe before making another cover in this match, but McKaye manages to kick out once again - but this time it's after the two count. Kudo picks up McKaye and brings him to the middle of the ring where he plants him on the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He then looks down at McKaye and bounces off the ropes, but BK London manages to use one of his sneaky ploys to get him the advantage in the match. Stepping on the middle rope from his corner, the rope is pushed down and Kudo drops right out of the ring. Massive heat from the crowd, and McKaye manages to get the attention of the referee while London does a number on Kudo. Ramming him back first several times into the ring apron, and then a Shinbreaker on the steel steps manages to slow down the momentum of Kudo. BK chucks him back in the ring, and McKaye now goes to work on the injured legs of his foe. A elbow drop to the shin and then legbar manages to immobolize Kudo Yasuda, and BK London couldn't be any more happier. Kudo reaches the ropes, prompting McKaye to release the hold - but he drops one more elbow on the leg of Kudo. Grabbing him by his ankle, McKaye pulls Kudo to the corner and tags in BK London - who hops into the ring and stomps away at the leg of his foe. A high knee to the knee puts Kudo in all types of pain, and this could very well be BK London's attempt to soften up Kudo before their match at Samhain.
Jake Steele looks on from the corner concerned over his partner, but while Kudo is in an entire world of pain, he doesn't plan on giving up. London looks to lock in a single leg boston crab - but Kudo manages to kick BK off before he can turn him over. London stumbles backwards into the corner, but comes right out and looks to follow up with another move - but he's planted with a Liger Kick right to the skull. Both Kudo and BK London are down on the mat, but Kudo is the first to move to crawl towards his partner. Kudo is getting ever so closer while BK London is just coming to with what's going on. Realizing he'll have to take actions into his own hands, McKaye drops off the apron and races around the ring before jerking Steele off the apron. Steele connects head first with the apron, dizzying him a bit, and McKaye plants Steele with a DDT on the ground below. The International Champion is motionless on the outside, while back in the ring - Kudo has absolutely no partner to tag out to. BK London picks his ankle and drags him back to his corner, where he tags in McKaye. McKaye enters the ring and picks up Kudo before hitting him with a Shinbreaker. However, McKaye doesn't release Kudo and he hits him with another Shinbreaker, and another, and another. With Kudo's leg being decimated, it's not looking likely that his team will win this match - or that he will be a 100% come Samhain, and it's exactly how London likes it.
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Post by BK London on Oct 16, 2008 18:17:55 GMT -5
While not normally part of his repetoire, McKaye follows up with what looks to be a Reverse Figure Four Lock - and it gets quite a reaction from Kudo. Screaming in pain, Kudo can feel his leg that has been worked on for most of the match being pressured to snap in two. However, he endures the pain and crawls towards the ropes before grabbing onto it. McKaye releases the hold at the four count, and now he picks up Kudo and BK London is telling him to finish him off. The Contrecoup looks to be next, but smartly, Kudo manages to rolls up McKaye in a pinning predicament. A near fall results, and McKaye can't believe that Kudo managed to kick out. McKaye gets up and picks Kudo up, but Kudo manages to score in a KO Exploder out of nowhere. McKaye is absolutely out of it, and Kudo is down as well. Jake Steele, who has managed to come back to consciousness, makes his way back on the apron and stretches his hand out for the tag. BK London screams at McKaye to get up and make the tag to him quick, but it's too late as Kudo already tags in Steele. Steele enters the ring and immediately spears McKaye, taking him down, and the fans go nuts. Picking up McKaye, Steele irish whips the McKaye into the corner before planting him with a huge high knee to the chin. A snapmare follows up, and now Steele rushes off the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the chin of McKaye. This results in a cover, but BK London breaks it up - which brings Kudo into the ring. Kudo races towards BK London and clotheslines him over the top rope and the fans go absolutely nuts. BK London lands near the ring skirt, and is seen fiddling with something under the ring. Kudo sees BK London getting up, but doesn't see the chair in his hand.
Yasuda bounces off the ropes and looks for a Suicide Dive through the ropes, only to recieve a huge chairshot to the skull in midflight. The chairshot echoes throughout the arena, and so does the bell.
Phillip: And the winners of this match by disqualification, Kudo Yasud aand Jake Steele!
But Kudo sure as hell doesn't feel like a winner now, and he probably doesn't hear the announcement by Phillp thanks to the ringing in his ears. BK London looks to hit Kudo with another chairshot, but Steele baseball slides BK London into the announce table. Saving Kudo, he attends to his tag team partner - but out of nowhere with a steel chair comes Henry McKaye, who KO's Jake Steele as well.
The pair throws Kudo back into the ring, and BK London brings his chair with him. He then begins wailing on the leg of Kudo with the steel chair, attempting to break it right before Samhain, and it appears this plan is working to its fullest.
Suddenly, "Russo's Theme" hits and none other than the Co-Chairman makes his way out to the stage, he has quite a smirk on his face.
Chairman Russo: Ladies and Gentlemen, you just saw exactly the power and the violence that OCW can commit. Two of ACW's biggest stars, Kudo and Steele - laid out before you, and why? Because like the rest of ACW - they are weak! So without further adue, Kudo...at Samhain, your match against BK London won't just be a normal match - oh no. It will be none other than a Tap Out or Knock Out Match - good luck...break a leg.
Russo laughs it up as his theme plays, and both London and McKaye leave the crime scene. The EMTs and medics rush to help Steele and Kudo as the show fades out.
End Show
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