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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:49:57 GMT -5
A Peek Behind the Kayfabe Curtain – Part 6 Alex Richmond
I awoke in the hospital with what seemed like a hundred different tubes coming out of me. I attempted to move but found that my limbs didn’t want to respond. My movement seemed restricted to turning my head to look the heart rate monitor which, as I was panicking about my lack of mobility, was spiking rapidly.
A doctor soon reported to my room to inform me of what was going on. He told me that the cocktail of drugs that T-Bone had injected into my system had prompted my body into beginning to shut down my vital organs, this had made me slip into a deep coma that many were convinced I wouldn’t come out of. I was also told that in order to rid my system of the harmful drugs a full blood transfusion was necessary. This is a procedure that involves replacing all the blood in the body with blood from donors. It’s very risky but it was my only chance of survival. Luckily the procedure was successful and thanks to the good conditioning I had build from my time wrestling my body had recovered surprisingly quickly.
The following days were taken up mostly by sleep as I began to recover from my ordeal. The process was slow and incredibly painful but within 2 weeks my physiotherapy sessions had begun to take effect and I nearly had my mobility restored. By the end of the month I had begun weight training and was beginning to restore my physique to its former glory. I was finally ready to be discharged and begin my life again.
As I walked out of the front door of the hospital a black Mercedes C-Class pulled up, the window wound down slightly with an undistinguishable voice coming from within.
“Get in.”
I looked around for anything suspicious, I was thinking it was one of my old friends and I didn’t really want to get sucked back into that world. I hesitated, considering what I should do but my thoughts were interrupted as the voice came from within the car once more.
“Get in. NOW”
Something in the voice made me feel like I should do as I was being instructed to I climbed in to find myself side-by-side with my father. I felt totally shocked, my father is known for being a stubborn man who keeps his word religiously so after our last meeting I never expected to see him again. I started to talk, asking him why he was here but he cut me off.
“When I told you I never wanted to see you again, I meant it. Fact of the matter is I still don’t. However, you’ve made some great strides in the past 2 months and you’re still my son. I won’t see you on the streets with no money so I’m going to give you a lump sum to establish yourself. Don’t expect to hear from me again though.”
He reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a wad of notes held together by a thick rubber band and handed it to me.
“That is $10,000. It should easily be enough to get you into a position where you can be self-sufficient. If you choose to blow it on drugs and subsequently OD in the gutter then so be it, expect no more handouts. Now get out of my car and get on with your life.”
As I stepped out of my father’s presence for the last time I felt incredibly positive about the road ahead. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but I was now seeing things clearly, I had my focus. I wanted to get back to where I was before my fall from grace and I would do anything to get it!
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:50:32 GMT -5
Segment: The beast is unleashed (Credit: XS3)
In the back, we are treated to the (not-so) beautiful sight of XS3. He gives a big ol' smirk to the crowd and shows off his ring attire, coupled with an All That Remains t-shirt. In his hand rests a water bottle.
XS3: Hello there, all you lovely fans!
Cheering is heard in the background as XS3 takes a sip of water.
XS3: It's XS3 here and tonight, I'm here to celebrate my victory over Bryce at Samhain. It was certainly a hard-fought contest but in the end, I managed to come out victorious on a night where… um… someone got fucked. Someone got fucked over big time.
Off-Screen Voice: Matt, could you stick to the script?
XS3: Right, right, sorry. Um, where was I? Oh yeah, now Bryce can talk all he wants about me being washed up and run down but in the end, I put him in his place where he belongs. Samhain was definitely the place to do it at. You know, Samhain, the place where Kudo Yasuda lost to BK London… and got fucked over in the process?
By now, the fans have noticed the change in tone of XS3's voice. In minutes, it's gone from celebratory to downright angry.
Voice: Matt, the script!
XS3: But I guess, you know, we all can't be the OCW World Champion. We all can't try and be the guy who makes selfish choices for the sake of his co-chairman. And, on top of that, having the audacity to name an ACW PPV "OCW Presents Hello Goodbye". You know, I dunno, I guess it's not that bad even though it shares the same name with one of the most shittiest bands in the world right now. Thanks a lot, BK, you fucking asshole.
XS3 suddenly and unexpectedly tosses his water bottle at someone from off-camera. The camera swings over to reveal the director of the segment.
XS3: No, don't look at him. Look at me.
Just then, XS3 rips the script right out of the director's hands and rips it in half, causing the crew to flee the scene.
XS3: That's what I think of your fucking script.
XS3 then takes the camera and swings it towards him, showing anger in his eyes with every passing second.
XS3: This is to all of those pussies in the upper echelon of ACW. No, not that shitty stable. But the management itself. You want to put me in a position where I have a chance to run the company for a day? Oh, that's fine. That's rich. Because I can sure as hell run it smoothly for a day than ol' "Co-Chairman" Russo could ever hoped to dream of. I AM going to win this thing. Not Dan White, not Lusso, not whoever else is in this fucking match. It's going to be ME. You know why I'm acting like this all of a sudden? Because I'm getting pissed off.
The crowd can be heard murmuring amongst themselves, a suitable reaction for XS3's snapping tonight.
XS3: Yeah, I'm getting annoyed with the position I've been recently put in. Here's something you people don't know. That retirement storyline that I had going in late 2007? That was a load of bullshit. I fucking injured my triceps during my supposed "last match ever" with Thunderkiss. Then you know what happened? I get healed up, I'm ready to go. Guess what? I get released. You know why they fired my ass? Because they had "nothing for me to do." I had this storyline all planned out and I get fucked over! Nonetheless, I swallowed the bitter pill and took my shit over to Rainbow Pro. It was going great until one day I get a call. It's ACW management. They want me back. That's fine, I leave Rainbow Pro. I found that fucker who murdered Kirsten and I beat his ass but good. Then September came along.
It's at this moment when we can sense pure hatred and disgust in XS3's voice, almost like something's been bothering him for a while.
XS3: BK cut a promo on me saying that I no longer have to worry about my wife Christine and I can focus on my own career. Oh, well, EXCUSE ME FOR WORKING MY ASS OFF TO PUT FOOD ON THE FUCKING TABLE. I had to leave my wife at home to come back and wind up being on this tour. My wife, who's been pregnant for close to six months now, has to sit at home and watch this shit while I'm out jobbing to folks like Wayde Russler, who has to rely on making fun of dead people to get his point across. But guess what? That's where it all fucking ends. No more am I going to be silent. I've had it with being your typical "respect me" face veteran. That's all done. The time has come for me to realize who I am.
XS3 then holds up his right hand to reveal the word "RSX3" written in white on his wrist tape.
XS3: I'm a fucking Road Steeler. This stable has been on fire since its inception and I have no intention of walking away from it. Tonight, I'm all about RSX3. Our domination began back at Heatwave and with my boy Jake Steele as International Champion, we're not going to stop there. Rattlesnake, you fucking unoriginal hack, Thunder Train is going to roll right through you and put you in retirement where you belong. And anyone else who wants a piece of me can just step right up and get it. Because you will all go down just like Bryce did at Samhain.
XS3 then brushes his hair back and takes a deep breath in order to stop himself from breaking something. A smile then creeps across his face.
XS3: So, until then, be sure to tune into Hello Goodbye on Nov--
XS3 pauses then loses his smile and goes back into his mode of anger.
XS3: You know what? Fuck that shit. Don't even fucking watch it.
With that said, XS3 turns away and walks off from the camera's view as the fans are left, speechless and somewhat confused for what just transpired.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:51:20 GMT -5
Segment: Big Bucks and Bloody Noses (Credit: BK London/Jay Zero) It's the Mohegan Sun Casino, so if you've pretty much got the night off - why not decide to go play some slots?
Long week for Jay Zero. He had been thwarted in his attempt to regain his International Championship at Samhain this past Saturday, but nonetheless he was still a Tag Team Champion - albeit, a sore Tag Team Champion. Dressed in his casual wear, Zero decided to take a trip up to the 14th floor where all the action seemed to be at. As the doors of the elevators opened up before it, it was as if he was finally opened up to an entirely new world. It was like Vegas, but on the east coast.
He had a few bucks to spend, so why not blow it all on some harmless gambling. As he trailed past the old man and the old lady in the matching jogging suits, blowing their social security checks, he managed to find a machine of his own that almost screamed "Come play with me Zero". Looking to the left, looking to the right, he saw no Chairman Gingerdude or Chairman Russo in sight to tell him to stay backstage - he decided to take a seat and with one quarter, he managed to do the impossible.
Rings, Bells, and Whistles - Oh My! Zero: Jesus Christ! In just one play, he managed to hit the jackpot. Getting three dollar signs in a row, the quarters just keep rolling out and rolling out - and he seemed to garner the attention of everyone in the room. With the pearly whites of the Tag Team Champion revealed, Jay Zero was on cloud nine. Suddenly, one of the casino security decided to approach Zero.Casino Security: Would you like me to escort you to your car sir? Zero: Hahaha! What? Wh-- Oh, oh no thank you! I think I can handle myself! But oh he was so wrong.
As he managed to place all of money in the sack he recieved, he turned around only to be decked in the face with a right hand - a sucker punch even. Quarters in the air as Jay Zero stumbled into the nearest slot machine, and before he could even open his eyes to see the assailant - he was grabbed head first and rammed into one of the nearby slot machines.
The shrieks and screams of the elderly echoes throughout the casino up stairs, and now Zero is grabbed again and rammed into another slot machine.??: Grab the chair! Grab the chair! Quite a familiar voice, and as Jay Zero could open his eyes - he saw three blury figures standing around him. One more came into the picture, and Jay Zero was picked up against his will again. Suddenly, a chair shot knocked the lights out of the Tag Team Champion - leaving him on the ground, absolutely motionless.??: Pick him up again! I'm not done with him! Suddenly, the voice becomes quite familiar and it's BK London barking out the orders to the rest of his OCW team. Jake Cheng and Henry McKaye become more noticeable too, but there appears to be no Starkweather.
Jake Cheng sets up Jay Zero against one of the walls, propping him up in the seated position.
McKaye then holds the steel chair right in front of the face of Jay Zero, and Starkweather now comes into the picture. He managed to get a good distance away, and now he races towards the steel chair and delivers a massive knee to the chair - which nearly destroys the facial features of Jay Zero.
The chair is removed, and blood beings to trickle down the nose and head of the Tag Team Champion. The chair is thrown to the side, and OCW just stands there and admires the work right before them.BK London: Guess your luck has run out. And they were off, all four of them exited the crime scene while the on lookers simply stare in disbelief. Could this be just a part of Russo's plan? Who will they strike next?
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:51:59 GMT -5
Segment: Gambling With The Truth. Credit: Steele and American Made
The sound of slot machines going off. Chips being thrown onto various craps tables. Blackjack being played by a group of money hungry men and women. And someone’s grandmother has just hit it big after inserting her final coin into a slot machine. Flashing Lights, Lights, Lights everywhere. People screaming “OH LORD JACKPOT I WON!” as others watch on in disgust or excitement. This is the setting and environment that ACW has trapped itself in tonight. This is the where souls get lost and people get rich, the Mohegan Sun Casino.
…After that Sean O’ Haire like introduction we begin to fade in. From a back view, a large group of people are seen gathered around a craps table. Everyone seems to be getting excited as someone who can’t be seen just yet is hitting it big with every roll of the dice. A bunch of women rub all up on him as the high roller seems extremely confident that he’ll continue to win. After about two more rolls of the dice, the dealer stops and asks if he wishes to carry on and roll yet again. This is when we hear the man’s voice and it’s obvious just who it is.
Jake Steele.
The camera does a quick movie like spin and does a close up shot of Steele‘s face as he smiles.
Steele - You damn straight I’mma keep rollin’! I need da cake nigga![/color]
Dealer: Alright then sir, you will need to get eight if you want to keep your money.
Steele - Eight? Dat ain’t nothing’. Ladies, blow on these nuts…[/color]
The two females closest to Steele look to each other and shrug before they go to unzip Steele’s pants, he pulls their hands back and holds up the dice in their faces while staring at them in a very Prince like glare.
Steele - I meant these dice… betches.[/color]
They blow on the dice and Steele begins to shake them. He screams out “oww oh!” before going to throw the dice down. But just as he opens his palm he feels a large hand fall onto his back, which causes him to basically drop the dice straight onto the table. The dealer looks over the table at the dice and then at Steele.
Dealer: …5! Tough Luck.
All the people around the table reel back in a unified “ohhhh” as the dealer pulls back the dice. Steele was on a roll and someone and their large hand just stopped that. He turns around to see who fucked up his night and it’s none other than… AMERICAN MADE!
Steele stops for a second… looking up and down at A.M. He looks into his eyes and begins to shake his head after he realizes who it is. Steele looks back at the people still around the crap table and he yells out…
Steele - Ayo everybody look what we got here! Thunderkiss decided to show up at da Mohegan Sun in a Mr. American costume![/color]
Steele’s groupies laugh. He snickers to himself a bit as ‘American Made’ speaks.
American Made: The joke is on YOU, brother. For the last time I don’t know who that Thunderkiss guy is but I know who he isn’t and that’s me. Nobody can be as BUFF as me ... NOBODY!
Steele - …Why you here man?[/color]
American Made: Why? Why!? I’m so glad you asked. You see, in just a few weeks we have one of the most important elections of all time, an election that will go down in the history books.
Steele - I‘m twenty years old. I‘m in great shape, and I ain‘t got no health conditions. Which means I‘m da perfect candidate for gettin‘ drafted into Iraq. Plus, I know you didn‘t come all da way to da casino just to tell me to vote for Barack.[/color]
American Made stops his antics, surprised by Steele’s knowledge of how the U.S. Government works. Steele sees that he stumped him and he moves past him, heading towards the exit of the casino. A.M. looks over to a security guard and he gets an idea.
American Made: EVERYONE! EVERYONE! THE MOHEGAN SUN CASINO HAS JUST GOTTEN A BOMB THREAT! EVERYONE TO THE EXIT! RUN BROTHERS, RUN!
Mayhem. Before A.M. can say ‘threat’, everyone and their grandmother has began to rush towards the exit of the casino, right where Steele is casually walking towards. He places his hand on the handlebar of the door, but suddenly as the sounds of footsteps get louder and louder behind him he stops. Steele slowly turns his head round and sees the hundreds of people rushing at him. Steele panics and jumps left of the door, doing a barrel roll in the process. He stops and looks at everyone rush out as he starts taking breaths in and out of the shock. Soon everyone is out and Steele rises to his feet. When he stands up, he looks across the casino and sees only one man still in the room - Thunderkiss. Steele glares across the room at TK. TK glares right back at Steele. A split-screen effect happens and both of the men’s faces are shown. They begin taking steps towards each other as one calls out to the other.
Steele - Everyone gone now TK, tell me da real reason you here.[/color]
Thunderkiss: Don’t call me by my initials as if we’ve met before and wipe that damn smile of your face, son. Now listen and listen well, “money.” I’ve been watching you. Watching how you’ve taken a once good man and turned him into a evil, cold, monster.
Steele - What?[/color]
Thunderkiss: What? What? Clean that cake out of your ears, Plastic. Don’t play stupid with me. You know what you’ve done to James.
Steele and TK stop. Steele looks across into TK’s eyes, and he sees inside that he is completely serious about what he is saying. Steele remembers Train’s first name and as he realizes Thunderkiss is suggesting he has done something to Train, he begins to smirk.
Steele - James… James… Oh yeah… TK, I ain’t did a damn thing to Train ... Actually, if anyone did somethin‘ to him it was you. Cause when you left him without a single friend in ACW, without a tag partner, I showed up and we became Tag Team Champions. When Train needed motivation, when he needed to be shown da light, I was there. You have done nothing but try and pull Train along as if he were ya own personal yo-yo. He’s tired of it TK, and you need to move on.[/COLOR]
Thunderkiss’ fist clenches up, and his eyes begin to boil. Not because Steele’s word being true… but because he hasn’t had the chance to reflect on things he’s done himself which may have made Train so distraught at him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep calming breath.
Thunderkiss: Be that as it may. I’ve taught Train, helped him become what you think you made him today. I was the one who found him and took him under my wing. I never had intentions to have him go down the same path as you, and deep inside I know Train is just confused because I hurt our friendship. Our father-son like relationship. I know that.
Thunderkiss looks down at the casino floor, taking another moment to himself.
Thunderkiss: …And I also know that as long as he is within your grasp, his heart will grow bigger with hate. With envy and revenge. James needs to be grounded, focused, neither is something you know anything about. You don’t know what he is truly capable of Jake Plastic. You never will know.
Steele turns away from TK and he walks towards the door. He puts his hand back on the handlebar, stopping to stare out the glass of the door.
Steele - I know more than you think…[/color]
Steele leaves out through the door, heading back to the arena. TK watches as he leaves, then quickly he leaves he places his mask back on and leaves the casino before the cops come and report him for a false bomb threat.
[Fade]
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:52:27 GMT -5
Segment: Halloween Mishap (Credit: Scott Andrews) I felt like shit.
Battered and bruised after my match with Jake Cheng at Samhain, I was glad I had so much time off before Meltdown to heal as well as I could. Cheng’s gonna need a lot more time off than me; I drove his head into those electric boxes pretty damn good. I bet that son of a bitch regrets ever laying a hand on me.
I’m done with him now. I told him that he can’t mess with me and get away with it and look what happened; bastard got his just desserts. I just hope that now he’s been shown who’s boss he’ll quit pestering me; I really don’t need these kinds of distractions.
Tonight, however, I get a chance to become Chairman for a Day...hmm...I could have a lot of fun with that. Maybe a three on one handicap match with BK London against Kudo, Senator, and myself. See how he likes the numbers game when it’s not in his favour. Hahaha...
Halloween’s such a jib of a holiday; an excuse for obese kids to eat a bunch of candy and walk around by themselves dressed like idiots. I’ll admit, I enjoyed it when I was a kid, but now I see the point behind it; money. It’s weird that green paper and silver, gold and bronze circles rule the world. It sucks too; ah well, we each have our own priorities, and mine is to get that elusive OCW Championship Belt from around that snake bastard’s waist and hold it up in the air for the first time. God what a feeling it’ll be to finally be able say that I am THE ACW World Champion; to be able to claim that I’m the best and to say that I did it on my terms, my rules, my way. Fuck this OCW bullshit; they only serve to kiss Russo’s ass and get away with things that a normal ACW superstar would never get away with; it’s favouritism at its peak.
Gotta keep on keepin’ on I guess; look past all this negative stuff and look towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Everyone else is an afterthought.
Tonight will be a tough challenge considering the amount of punishment that crazy Chinese bastard left me scarred with. As I enter the arena with my duffel bag in hand, I see a few of the backstage hands dressed up for the night. One guy has a pretty good looking werewolf costume going on, but his mate looks a like he spent two minutes putting together a half assed Leonardo costume; he doesn’t even have swords...for shame.
I walk towards the locker room.[/color] BOO!I punch the bastard in the mouth; out of instinct of course. You don’t sneak up on an assassin like that and not expect me to strike. He’s dressed as a ghost; how original...[/color] Scott: You really shouldn’t have snuck up on me like that. He’s bleeding. Serves him right I guess. As the red stain expands around his nose I notice he isn’t moving. I’ve knocked him out cold.[/color] Scott:[/b] Hey, buddy...you awake? ...Wake up asshole! I kneel down and take the sheet off his face; it’s Damian Storm. Why he thought it was a good idea to scare me like that I have no idea. I better get him inside.
I drag him into my locker room and put him on the couch. His chest moves up and down; he’s still breathing. I can’t look after him all night, I have things I need to do like...stuff...
I put a bottle of water on the coffee table and begin getting ready for my match. It was only a matter of time before I was Chairman for a Day...[/color] Fade Out.============================================== Segment: Slot Machines Hate Train (Credit: Train) We open inside of the Mohegan Sun Casino. The bells are ringing, the beer is flowing and the casino is making money. Train steps in, having never been to a casino before (/kayfabe) he looks around, astonished at what he sees. So many lights, so many different tables and machines. Train goes over to the bar first to get a quick snack.Train: Hey, I'll have one of everything on the menu.Bartender: Alright. Train: Wow, that's the first time anyone has accepted that. How much will that be?Bartender: It's free! THUNDER TRAIN faints...Bartender: Are you alright man? The bartender throws some water onto Thunder Train who pops right back up. He shakes his head and speaks to the bartender again.Train: I'm sorry..free? As in...no paying?Bartender: That's right, all we want you to do is gamble. Train: What's gambling?Bartender: Here, take this quarter and go over to that slot machine there, just put it in and pull the lever. The bartender flicks a quarter into Train's head. Train grabs it but awaits his food first. Long story short, the food is gone forever in less than 10 seconds. Over 20 pounds of food, gone. Anyway, Train takes a trip over to the slot machine and puts the quarter in. He pulls down the lever and a 7, a cherry and a grape appear. Train is now intrigued by the food inside and puts another quarter in.
He pulls the lever again and this time its cherry, lemon, orange. Train gets excited now and puts in another quarter. Once again a loser but Train isn't giving up. He puts in quarter after quarter after quarter. Where is he getting this money? Nobody knows and nobody dare ask him. 2 Hours Later Train is still going at it. However, he seems very tired now and is just grabbing peoples arms as they walk by and using it to pull the lever. A loser again for Train. He has spent over $1,000 on this and is fed up.Train: Fuck this! I'm sure there are other ways to get food.Train stands up and walks away. An old man takes the spot of where Train was and pulls the lever. BAM a winner. Cherry, cherry, cherry for the old dude. The bells go off and lights shine. Train makes the ultimate mistake of looking back and sees that the old man was at HIS machine. Train gets enraged and charges at the old man. Quarters fall out of the machine and Train doesn't notice. He gets up to the machine and sees the money but no food.Train: WHAT? WHERE IS THE FOOD? PICTURES OF FOOD APPEARED!Old Man: No you idiot! You win money from slot machines! Train *Ignoring the old man*: I KNOW! IT MUST BE INSIDE THE SLOT MACHINE!Train rips the machine off the wall and lifts it above his head. He slides it into his mouth (XD) and eats it whole. Everyone in the casino stops on the spot, even the roulette stops spinning. Train looks around with a "What?" look on his face. Nobody moves and everyone just watches Train with their eyes. Train is starting to get afraid and just kinda walks out of the casino.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:53:24 GMT -5
Match 3: The Senator vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The crowd is red hot for this match; a classic every time. And dealing with these two professional strikers is no easy task. This match should be a great one to watch.
Max and Eddie welcome the viewers at home to the match.
McNally: Hello, and welcome back everybody. We’re about to see two of ACW’s technical masters in a showdown between Senator Steve Philips and Kudo Yasuda!
Edison: It should be a super-contest, Max!
”Hail to the Chief” begins to play and the crowd know what’s coming next. Senator appears on the ramp and acknowledges the fans as they give him a standing ovation.
McNally:[/color] Looks like Senator’s in good shape, Eddie.
Edison: I don’t care what shape he’s in I just want to see that man Brainbuster somebody!
Senator reaches the ring and climbs through the ropes and the fans continue their applause. His music dies down and moments later “Poison” blasts the P.A. system and the fans go crazy. He stands on the ramp, looking at the ground for a moment before lifting his arms in the air and getting a rapturous response from the audience. He walks down the ramp, looking intent on winning this next contest.
Edison: Y’know what? If either of these guys hit a brainbuster I’ll be outta my seat, Max!
Kudo reaches the ring and as he enters through the ropes, the two look at each other and go face to face. Senator extends his hand and Kudo accepts the gesture.
McNally: A lot of respect between these two men here tonight.
The referee calls for the bell and the two technicians circle each other. They lock up but before they can go anywhere a loud boo emanates from deep within the crowd and exponentially grows louder and louder. The camera pans left and we see Henry McKaye and Alexander Starkweather rushing down to ringside. They slide in the ring and the two match participants Yakuza kick into Kudo’s face. The two begin stomping and striking the others as viciously as possible until they stand above them and raise their hands in the air.
McNally: What in God’s name is going on here! Another attack?! OCW seem to think that they run this show, Eddie, it’s getting really old!
Edison: All I know is I ain’t messin’ with ‘em.
The camera fades out as the OCW members leave the ring and walk up the ramp, leaving Kudo and Senator to slowly begin to move.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:53:15 GMT -5
It’s Good to be BackAlex RichmondAs the camera pans around the arena it doesn’t take a genius to work out just how much the fans are enjoying themselves. Nearly every single fan is on their feet, be it holding up a banner, trying to start a chant or simply waiting in anticipation for the next matchup on the card. Suddenly the lights are extinguished and “Cigarettes and Alcohol” by Oasis begins playing. The audience look to each other, the confusion evident on their faces as this is not a theme song they recognise. The AlphaTron flickers, flashing in time with the music but stops, displaying a familiar image, as pyros explode from the stage.Many of the crowd boo the sight of the logo they recognise as belonging to Alex Richmond, a man who has been gone from ACW for 5 months, a tenure many had hoped was permanent. A single spotlight shines down on the stage and Richmond walks out, dressed in a sharp suit – true to form. He has a serious look on his face but it’s impossible to tell if the booing has affected him as he walks down the ramp to the ring, the lights coming on as he does so. He walks around the ring to where the ring announcer, Philip Jones, is stood. He takes his microphone before climbing the steps and walking along the apron to the centre of the ropes where he wipes his feet before entering the squared circle.
As he stands in the centre of the ring a smile grows on his face. He stands there soaking in the atmosphere, despite it being hostile, for a minute or two before raising the mic up to his lips.Richmond: Ah, it’s good to be back!Some of the crowd are still intent on booing Richmond but others seem to be waiting to see what he has to say for himself.Richmond: It’s been over five months since I last stood in this ring and I think I can confidently say those were easily the worst five months of my life! On more than one occasion I was convinced I was going to die, it was terrifying.
However, I feel people should be judged on their achievements rather than their failings. So far my proudest achievement is that I managed to drag myself out of the gutter that became my life and enabled myself to stand in this very spot!A few members of the crowd cheer this revelation. The majority, however, seem sceptical as if they’re expecting Richmond to tell them to go fuck themselves and walk off laughing at them for being sucked in. It is, after all, what they’ve been made to expect from him.Richmond: The ordeal I have suffered over the last five months, while self-inflicted, was like being condemned to the depths of hell. It felt like I had nothing to live for whatsoever...ACW is my saving grace! There is, once more, fire in my belly and passion stirring in my soul. There is one major difference though – this time I do not intend to buy my way to the top, I intend to earn my spot!
When my father cut me loose everybody told me I couldn’t cope on my own but I invested wisely. I had faith in my skills and invested in myself and now it’s beginning to pay off! The money I have now was earned by me, and trust me that feels much better than living off somebody else’s money, I can tell you that!The crowd cheer this announcement, with a small pocket of fans chanting Richmond’s name. This brings a smile to Richmond’s face as he waits to continue talking.Richmond: Now, this brings me onto an important point. During my time away I have been keeping tabs on what has been happening in ACW and there is one person in particular that worries me. This is not because I find him a threat or am scared to face him. He is obviously talented but it’s not his skills that worry me, it’s his actions. He struts around in such a manner that he reminds me of myself when I was a member of The Entourage.A few members of the audience cheer the mention of the long-defunct faction but others boo the name they grew to loathe thanks to its member’s sheer arrogance and bullish attitudes.Richmond: I am, of course talking about this man.Richmond turns to face the AlphaTron as an image is displayed.
The crowd boo loudly as they gaze up at the image of their International Champion looking down at them.Richmond: JAKE STEELE!
Recently I witnessed Jake Steele purchase an old Emperor of the Ring contract, which he did nothing to earn, and promptly cash it in at an opportune moment, allowing him to walk away as International Champion. As I sat watching these events unfold, I thought to myself “That is exactly what the old me would have done!” Steele’s actions may have given him a shiny new title but he did nothing to earn such an honour! This, in my eyes anyway, casts a dark shadow over the proud history of the belt. Steele doesn’t deserve to have his name amongst such greats as “Macho Man” RDK, Latino, Wyvern, BK London, Fallen Souls and The Senator! I intend to bring this injustice to an end.
Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m sure this is the point where Jake would strut cockily down that ramp, Thundertrain in tow, and “lay some knowledge on me” but that is not going to happen this time. Chairman Gingerdude has been kind enough to ensure that it won’t. There will be no ghetto street talk aimed in my direction today as Steele threatens to unleash his tame beast upon me!
I have only one more thing to say – on Monday things are going to change around here. Get ready for Strike #1 in the anti-Steele campaign!On that note Richmond drops his mic to the mat and “Cigarettes and Alcohol” by Oasis begins to play once more. Richmond raises a hand, fist clenched, and looks around the arena, smiling, as the fans begin to chant his name. He climbs through the ropes and walks down the steps before slapping hands with a few of the fans at ringside as he makes his way to the ramp. Once he reaches the top Richmond turns around to face the fans, this time raising both hands, as a pyro bursts from the stage.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:53:59 GMT -5
Segment:Just call it anonymous (Credit: ??)
Slowly fading in from black, the silhouette of forest leaves draping over the glooming moon expose like a picture perfect photograph. As the focus drowsily moves in closer, a still and slight body of water is revealed, resting at the bottom of the picture. Like an ocean of violets in bloom, the moon reflects a glowing purple off of the creek. Closer and closer, with each further movement, the sound of crickets chirping slowly surrounds and dominates the once vacant sound.
The crickets are soon forced to share the sound waves, as rough strumming from an acoustic guitar comes in low, then becoming a side attraction, sharing the air with the crickets. As the leaves on the trees slowly fall out of focus and become fresh memories, more background is uncovered. A grassy ground sits low, and a small figure is revealed. Dark and human, sitting on the grass, legs crossed, with a guitar in arm. The figure strums at the guitar, creating a pleasing melody, sounding similarly to an unheard rough draft of what would have become a hit song.
The crickets become an afterthought as the melodic strumming shapes itself in to a jingle. The sound itself would be able to persuade a critic that it was well composed and written, but it is nothing but a spur of the moment feeling of the fingertips.
The figure remains unknown, but harsh characteristics stand out like the dampness in color of the edge of the back, a dark purple similar to the edge of the water. The hair on the head, thick and curly, and just as every other feature, dark. The face is completely indistinctive, other than the structure of the nose peering out. The face slowly turns to the side as the chords progress. A male. The facial hair slyly drips down the side of the cheek, like a drop of water on a small leaf in a rain forest.
The neck raises, the face looks out towards the water, and begins to accompany the guitar with a string of vocals, singing to the air like a mother to her child.
Why do I feel this way? How do you make me do it? Why don't I know what to say? Why can't someone take me through it? You pretend like you don't care, but I heard just what you said Two friends are separated, somebody's hero is dead.
When you damn yourself, you damn the sun that shines so bright Damning the sun is like damning the stars that live to twinkle at night When you damn the stars, you damn the people, black and white And this is what gives them the right... to take away your life
The guitar riff strums harder as the vocals end and as it comes to a close, the hand moves slower and slower until it comes to a complete stop. As all sounds cease, the unknown figure lowers his head and speaks.
You know what you've done.
The silence is broken by a sudden breakout of rain over the area. The scene fades out as the unmoved figure stares lowly, and the hair on his head is drenched by the downpour.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:55:58 GMT -5
Segment: Stupid Snake! (Credit: Train)
No BS here folks. ACW returns from a commercial break to the red hot crowd at the Mohegan Sun Casino Arena. Gourmet Race Metal Version plays over the arena as Thunder Train walks out from the back to boos from the crowd. Train has shown us a lot of strange things today but it's time for a serious note, if thats possible. The crowd boos the hungry man as he enters the ring with a microphone.
Train: Now, I think we all found it funny that I ate a slot machine earlier but we gotta get serious here. Let's talk about Samhain. Let's talk about my awesome victory in what became a handicap match against Sijweh AND Rattlesnake. I mean, when that stipulation was made it seemed like a lot of you were excited. Seemed like I would finally be "derailed" from my perfect pay per view record. But HA! I proved all of you wrong! I showed why Train is the greatest entertainer in this company.
The crowd begins to chant "You Suck" and "We Want Snake!" Even though Snake turned his back on them, they would rather listen to him then Train, but Train just gives them the cold shoulder.
Train: Chant all you want, but the fact of the matter is, I am better then Snake in every way possible. I don't run away from my problems and disappear for a couple months when things get tough! I don't make up stupid "Hidden Character" gimmicks like "The Revolutionary" or the "Sultan of Swerve." Please, each time I knew that it was you. And I am smarter than to challenge Yoko to a match. I mean look at what happens once you face her, Thunderkiss after losing to Yoko hit a mid life crisis and now hides behind a mask like a superhero.
Train gets a little closer to the camera.
Train: You know Snake, it was my plan from the start. I KNEW that after I said that stuff you would come crawling back to ACW to defend your honor in some way. So Snake, I don't want to take a lot of time here, as I must get ready for my match later, which by the way, you can count on hell for you if I win it. So I will leave you with this, Snake, I want you in a match. I don't care when, I don't care where. But I am going to finish you off once and for all. And that's a guarantee.
Train drops the microphone and gets out of the ring. He walks up the ramp and pauses on the stage. He gets an evil smirk on his face as the crowd chants "You Suck!" again. He walks to the back and we fade out.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 18:56:13 GMT -5
OTA: Another Change Of Heart (Credit: Jake Cheng) Tuesday October 28th Jake Cheng: Applebees? Of all the places you want to go our first dinner out since you got back from your scouting trip and you want to go to Applebees? Kirsten Carter: Well we could always order pizza and stay in and watch a chick fli- Jake Cheng: No no no, don’t get me wrong, Applebees is fine! I just figured you would want to go to somewhere....not common. Kirsten Carter: Something simple is what I want right now. That and you. Jake Cheng: Hey, cheesy lines are my job. Kirsten laughs and pecks Jake on the cheek and then hops into the passenger seat of Jake’s new Nissan 350Z with more of a metallic black color than the previous one that was destroyed by SOMEONE. Jake gets into the drivers seat and the two pull out of the apartment complex and start driving away. After a short while consisting of awkward silence and bad music from the radio: Kirsten Carter: Jake, we need to talk. Jake Cheng: You said the pregne- Kirsten Carter: Not that. The past month. I want to talk about what happened with you over the past month. Jake Cheng: Oh... The awkward silence slowly creeps back into the car. So much for talking... Kirsten Carter: If you don- Jake Cheng: Nah, I just wanted to think of what I wanted to say. But I know what I want to say, because I’ve been saying all month. I’m underrated and I shouldn’t be. And I guess my emotions just transformed me. Kirsten Carter: You can say that again... Jake Cheng: Har har. But you have nothing to worry about that. I’ve calmed down. You’ll never have to see that side of me ever again. Kirsten Carter: You can that agressive if you want when...you know. Jake Cheng: Excuse me? Kirsten Carter: Nothing. Jake Cheng: So....does this mean I’m getting invited in for coffee after dinner? Kirsten Carter: It would suck if you didn’t seeing as we live together. Jake Cheng: Good point. And for the rest of the car ride there was meanless banter between the reunited lovebirds. And they lives happily ever after....
Yeah right.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 19:02:04 GMT -5
“Midcard Monstrosity” Credit: American Made [The natives of our nation’s capitol are certainly not strangers to patriotic events, but tonight they are about to get a taste of something truly so great, so epic, it will make them bleed red, white and blue. The lights in the Verizon Center dim until everything in is shrouded in complete blackness, and then - ] LIVING IN AMERICA! [The sound of James Brown’s “Living in America” screams from the sound system and the Alpha Tron proudly displays the American flag. Two rockets on each side of the stage set screech into the rafters causing “ooh’s” and “ahh’s” to emanate from the crowd. With the rocket’s red glare out of the way, it’s now time for bombs to burst in the air! From the top of the big screen travels two sparks down opposite, metallic wires. They flow directly into the ring where they finally end their journey. The ensuing effect causes temporary deafness but is well worth it, for in the ring stands the fan’s reward - AMERICAN MADE!] American Made: Oh man, it does my heart good to be here in our nations capitol, WASHINGTON D.C.!
American Made: And that is what makes this country so great. And do you know what else makes this country great?! Giant inflatable pumpkins!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: Rainbow parties!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: Top Gun!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: X-Box LIVE!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: Syracuse, New York!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: BK London!
*cricket noise*
American Made: Suicide Girls!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: gnrmjd!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH!
American Made: AK’s butt!
Crowd *chanting*: FUCK YEAH! ... wait, she is British ...
American Made: WHO CARES?! The point is it’s great, and if it’s great, it MUST be American! That is what Ross Lambert found out first hand this past Saturday at Samhain! When you go up against something made in America, you are destined to place second!
[And speaking of placing second, here comes a man who finished a step behind American Made one week ago, the “Co” Chairman of Alpha Championship Wrestling - GINGERDUDE (and he doesn’t look happy).]
Gingerdude: Enough of this delinquency! I said enough! Thunderkiss, I notice you have a big smile on your face that’s been there since last week when you one upped me. Let’s see if that smile will remain there after you hear what I have to say. This entire situation is just like yourself, a big joke. Everyone knows who’s underneath that mask, including my Co-Chairman who hired you to get under my skin. Well, it worked, but that doesn’t mean I stand by helpless while you corrupt my federation once more. Oh no. Thunderkiss, you are still barred from ever entertaining in one of my rings again. That order was officially made and carried out before you managed to crawl out of your hole and back into ACW. Therefore, all I must do to see you out of my sight is prove your I.D. That said, I will personally give 20 thousand dollars to any MAN or WOMAN who exposes American Made as the fraud he truly is! That’s right, TK, a bounty has just been placed upon your head!
American Made: Brother, brother, brother. That’s not very American of you!
Gingerdude: Furthermore, since you are “new” to the company, its only custom that your standing on the show represents as such. So what I’m trying to say Thunderkiss, enjoy your time in the midcard!
American Made: YOU’RE A FUNDAMENTAL COMMUNIST NAZI TERRORIST!
[The sight of Thunderkiss beside himself does Ginger’s heart well. Pausing, American Made recollects himself and fires back with a threat of his own.]
American Made: You know what, Ginger DUDE, I’ll play your game. Yeah, that’s right, I’ll play it! But know one thing, Ginger. Just *ONE* thing. When all is said and done and American Made climbs to the top of the ladder again, he’ll be coming after ...
[His index finger goes into motion, and with it, so does the crowd.]
Crowd *in unison*: YOU!
[Ginger shakes his head in denial and disgust and quickly makes haste from American Made’s presence. With his back against the wall and every ACW superstar now gunning for his treasured mask, the pressure is definitely on for American Made. So what is a man of his caliber to do in such a situation?]
American Made: BICEPS POSE!
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 19:02:35 GMT -5
”Jealousy is the Root of all Evil” [/U] Credit: Chris Williams========================================== McNally: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Thursday Night Meltdown! Maxwell McNally here with my broadcasting partner Eddie Edison and Ed, what’ve we got going down tonight? Edison: Well of course the big match on everyone’s lips right now is the Chairman for a Day Battle Royal. The winner of that juicy contest has his run of the ACW roster for one day only, which includes the full powers that Gingerdude and Russo have. Namely the ability to hire and fire anyone would of course be a selling point! McNally: However they also can book the entire roster as they desire for matches! Of course, that will mean a lot of biased matches but it’ll be sure as Hell entertaining to watch. It’s a huge shake-up from the normal! Edison: Also on the card we h-… Suddenly, Edison is cut off as “Headstrong” by Trapt hits the speakers. Chris walks out of the curtain not looking best pleased in a sky blue t-shirt with a line of Japanese symbols on the front and a pair of blue denim jeans. He jogs down to the ring sliding underneath the bottom rope quickly scrambling up to a vertical level before walking towards Phillip Jones. Jones hands him the microphone and there’s no struggle, it’s a smooth transition. Chris who has seen happier days walks to the center of the ring.Williams: Ladies and Gentlemen in the audience, those of you that went to Samhain or those of you that regularly visit the internet will know what happened to me last night. My car was destroyed by a cowardly vandal who vanished into thin air. Having done a heavy number on my ride, he preserved the stereo and destroyed the rest of it even going as far as to set it on fire. Now I ask, who would do such a cowardly thing?The camera starts to boo loudly as Chris tells the story of this mystery vandal with “Chris Rocks” chanting starting to break out.Williams: Security is tight in ACW and that’s what leads me to believe that it wasn’t just a random attack but that of someone who had access to the area. Of course… there’s an entire army of interns, camera crew, pyro techs, backstage hands and of course the ACW roster. However, I had two clues. The Giant N and a Saliva CD. I searched the ACW roster, past and present and I came up with squat.The crowd start booing again as Chris starts to sigh.Williams: I couldn’t find a single reference. I don’t believe anyone as a tech worker or roadie would have the incredible ego to try and screw with me especially as those types of workers are easily replaced and easily forgotten about. So, I’m stumped. I don’t know who you are, but you win. I looked the roster up past and present and came up with jack, absolutely nothing. Who are you? Come on. Reveal yourself! I know you’re in the buil-SMASH!Williams crashes to the ground as a thick champagne bottle is smashed over the back of his head spilling expensive alcohol all over his blue shirt. Williams rolls onto his side instinctively, which allows his assailant to start repeatedly kicking him in the gut. Williams is defenceless as he gets brutally stamped by this attacker. Williams stranded on the floor looks up trying to get a good look at his attacker while trying best to protect himself from the onslaught. Williams attempts to sit up to try and fight back but the man beating him down just runs up and boots him in the face unconscious as the crowd roar their disapproval.McNally: Oh my God! Is that who I think it is?! Edison: It is! That’s him! What’s HE doing here?! McNally: I think we’re about to find out. The man that just put Williams unconscious reaches down and grabs the microphone from the lifeless grip of Williams pulling it out of his hand with little effort. The man then rolls Chris onto his back placing a brown leather boot on his chest.Daniel Ness: You were looking at the wrong roster, asshole.FADE[/center]
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 19:02:49 GMT -5
Main Event: Chairman for a Day Battle Royale 2008 (Credit: Jake Steele, Dan White, Alicia Kitsune, and BK London) As we return from our final commercial break, we automatically hear the opening bell for the final match, which is of course the Chairman for a Day Battle Royal. Eight men will enter and one will leave not with a title shot, not with a contract… but with ultimate control over the entire ACW roster for an entire episode of Warfare. And to spice things up even more it is indeed the special Halloween edition of Meltdown, so who knows what ghost and ghouls may show up.
We cut now to the ring, where Phillip Jones is ready to announce the rules.Phillip Jones: This following contest is the special Chairman For A Day Battle Royal! The rules go as follows. Eight men will enter the ring. To eliminate someone they have to be thrown over the top rope. The winner, will be crowned as ACW’s temporary chairman and will be in charge for this upcoming Warfare… and as a added treat, Chairman Gingerdude has announced that every superstar will be in costume! Introducing first… Dead Skin Mask by Slayer comes and out comes Lusso. As the first contestant of the night, he has the first chance to show off an costume and it’s awkwardly him in a Josh the Jersey Boy outfit. He has a big black equal sign on his hand and red and blue fingertape around his index and ring finger. He has even trimmed down his beard to fit the scruffy faced JJB. Some in the crowd get a slight chuckle out of this as he slides into the ring.
The lights go out over the entire arena just asAnasasis/Xenophontis” begins to play across the audio system. Not before long, Scott Andrews walks out to a roar of cheers from the fans. He has all black on, big black boots, big black jacket and a tight muscle shirt with a huge white death skull in the middle. Yes, tonight Scott Andrews has taken on the persona of Comic Book legend; The Punisher. The fans inside of the Mohegan Sun get a big kick out of the tribute to Frank Castle, watching as Scott menacingly walks down to the ring. He climbs onto the apron and stops to look across the ring at Lusso, who seems to be more than a bit scared at the moment. Andrews steps into the ring and begins to take off his jacket, handing it off to a stagehand near the ring as the fans get ready for the next contestant.ANARCHY!!!!!! “Anarchy In The UK” by The Sex Pistols hit’s the PA System and to a mixed reaction Dan White comes out… in blackface!? No, this is not an attempt at mocking certain races, Dan is dressed up as famous UK Comedian, Papa Lazarou! He makes his way down to the ring slumping a bit, tending to fit his costume personality as best as he can. He takes a look at the steps and rubs them down before licking the top step and crawling up them and slithering into the ring. He crouches in a corner as he looks at both Andrews and Lusso.
A few moments pass before “Two Weeks” by All That Remains kicks off through the speakers and the crowd goes nuts. This is of course the music of XS3, who has become more than a fan favorite after not only putting on the matches of his life but recently shutting up the loudmouth Bryce, who tried to end his career. XS3 comes out from the curtains in a dirty white mask, two eye holes cut wide in them and a wig, exposing the top of his head as the mask surrounds the rest of his face… yes, XS3 is portraying a Rejected Slipknot member. He walks down the ramp as a few small children cry in fear, before he slides into the ring and looks at Dan, can’t helping but to laugh and point. He stops and gets serious again as now four men are in the ring.
“Ugly” by the Exies hits and the fans begin the heat for Jason Freeman. He comes through the curtains looking… normal. No costume, just himself and his TV Title. He looks in the ring at the men waiting for him and he shakes his head in disgust, walking down the ramp. He slides in the ring and he distances himself away from the “freaks” and he stands up in a corner looking away, passing his title to a stagehand and carrying on.
Then Gourmet Race Metal Version blasts over the PA system and the fans continue with their booing. Soon enough Thunder Train literally bursts through the curtains in a giant snickers bar costume! Even with Train’s recent attitude, the people in the crowd have to laugh. Train rips off a piece of his costume and eats it as XS3 in the ring can be seen laughing as Freeman just glares at him in even more disgust. Train climbs up the steps and he enters the ring, standing his ground looking at all the men in the ring.
After that outrageous entrance, “When The Lights Go Out” by Kamelot hits and the fans cheer for A.C. Evans, the latest member of the Senatorial Stable. He steps out and everyone is shocked by Evan’s costume. He has shorts on, a blue shirt, some wal-mart brand shoes, and a neck brace around his neck. He has a drawed on 5 o clock shadow and the fans look on laughing and surprised by this lighter side and now half priced version of Evans. They are for a bit, until he begins screaming random obscenities. Yes… Evans is Tourette’s Guy. (for those of you who haven’t seen him in action, www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqtr_RvR3sY) He looks at a fan and yells “SHIT BALLS!” in their face as comes down the ramp. He tries sliding into the ring but hits his knee and screams out “FUCK!” he then decides to take the steps, deeming it more suitable. Evans looks at the six other men in the ring as we can only be left with one more entrance…
“Hate It Or Love It” plays and the fans begins to get rowdy with jeers. The song plays for a but it is cut off. Everyone in the ring looks to see what is going on, Train and XS3 look to each other worried. Their fears are halted as ‘Roses’ by Outkast now plays and a small marching band comes out in red school spirit jackets. They begin to play the beat of the song right before Jake Steele bursts through a large drum which is carried out, he has a microphone in his hand and a big black wig with a white headband around his head. He has a red letterman jacket on and some tight female department esque pants on. He begins to sing the lyrics.:
Caroline! Caroline! Shes caroline all the guys would say she's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, even though You'd need a golden calculator to divide The time it took to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah!
XS3, Train and pretty much everyone else in the ring and crowd just watch on with their jaws dropped. Evans (even as the tourette’s guy) can be seen looking in even more disgust than Freeman, as he shakes his head and turns his back on the performance. Steele continues to march down the ring singing:
I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a lil bit closer See roses really smell like boo-boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo
Steele girates left to right before he stops the band. They immediately stop the playing of the beat and the song kicks off to pyro. Freeman looks back and can be seen saying “oh come the fuck on!”. Steele steps up the ring steps and gets in the ring, going to high five Train and XS3 who shake their hand but greet him anyway. Finally after the introductions are finished, we see that pairs have already been made in this match. On one side you have RSX3, on the other you see a bunch of other men who have nothing nice to say about each other. Time for this to begin.
*Ding, Ding* [/center] Instantly we see Dan White jump after Freeman who is caught off guard, being pounded in the corner by the crazy Papa known as White. The Punisher known as Andrews looks around and locks his sights on Evans. He sees him as he begins to walk over to Steele and he axe handles him in the back. Evans drops to a knee and Andrews picks him up and throws him into a corner, smashing his head against the turnbuckle. RSX3 converse and look across the ring at the lone Lusso. He looks around and sees XS3 tell Steele and Train to go ahead and deal with him as the former tag champs begin approaching him. He sucks his fear quickly though, lunging at RSX3 and with all his might unloading on them. He kicks, punches and slaps but it’s not nearly enough. Train head butts Lusso down before Steele picks him up and irish whips him into the corner. Steele steps back begins punching him back into a corner, before he tells Train to stand back. Steele goes to a opposite corner and charges across the ring going for the Stinger Splash! But Lusso dodges it and Steele hits his chest hard on the buckle. Lusso sees an opening and starts elbowing away at Steele’s back. He relentlessly does so getting a surge of momentum. But what he doesn’t know or hear before it’s too late - is Train screaming at the top of his lungs and doing his own smaller version of the Stinger Splash! Train crushes Lusso and accidentally crushes Steele in the process. Lusso falls down hurt and Steele grabs his back in pain. On the other side of the ring, Evans has got the counter on Andrews and he lays Scott down with a DDT. Having him down for the moment Evans stops to see Steele out on the ground and Train beating away at Lusso. Evans creeps around the ring Splinter Cell style and he gets behind Train. He gets ready to low blow Train - then his tourettes messes up. But it turns out to be a plan of his as Train looks behind himself and sees Evans. Train quickly grabs his once Entertainment rival and he looks to be going for a Chokebomb. Evans though thinks smart and pokes Train both of his eyes, temporarily blinding the huge man. Evans grabs Train by the neck and begins to pull him back to the turnbuckle. Evans hops and sits on the tope one and he yells out. He twists himself around and lays Train down with a Tornado DDT! Freeman and Dan are still going at it, with now Dan trying to freak Freeman out by licking him as he tries to throw him over the top rope. XS3 looks at the carnage in the ring and decides now is the time to put himself into the match. Evans gets ready to go to blows but XS3 throws up a rock and roll sign, meaning peace in SLIPKNOT LAND. XS3 then points to Lusso as he picks him up. XS3 pats Lusso on the back and even raises his hand, before grabbing him by the head and lunging him over the top rope! Phillip: Lusso has been eliminated!
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 19:04:38 GMT -5
XS3 now gives a look of “now” and him and Evans begin trading punches. They go all around the ring with their punches, even getting caught into the whole mess with Freeman and Dan. XS3 backs up into Dan, causing Freeman to finally go over the top rope - but not be eliminated just yet. He lands on the apron with one foot touching the mat as he takes a breath and wipes himself off a bit from the nasty saliva of Dan. Dan turns around and sees XS3 and Evans, jumping into the quarrel by pulling the two apart and beginning to punch XS3. XS3 counters with punches of his own as Evans shouts another obscenity of “ASSFUCKING CUNTS!” as he dropkicks Dan into XS3, sending both of them near the ropes. Evans tries for a Triple H and grabs the legs of Dan and XS3, trying to flip them over and out of the ring. But the UK reject and the Slipknot reject aren’t having none of that, nuh uh. Dan and XS3 kick back which gets Evans off of them. By the side of the ring Freeman slithers back into the ring and grabs Evans by the hair, trying to be tactical and eliminate Evans but that quickly backfires as Freeman gets sent over the top rope!
But for the second straight time in a row, Freeman grabs onto the ropes with both hands and stops himself from being eliminated. His feet dangles over the mat as he pulls himself back onto the apron. Evans looks over to Freeman and wonders how the hell is he doing that, going over to him and trying to kick him under the apron and onto the mat. But to no avail. Evans shakes his head at Freeman backing up a bit and possibly going for a baseball slide. But after just a few steps back, he is sent stumbling back and over the top rope.
Phillip: A.C. Evans has been eliminated!
Dan and Scott meanwhile have joined forces to combat against the duo of XS3 and Steele. They whip the duo at the ropes, attempting to clothesline the pair of them. But the RSX3 members duck under, allowing the two to turn around. They're proceeded to be kicked in the gut, being doubled over, and the stable members attempt a double DDT. But this doesn't work out, as Dan and Scott shunt them forwards, akin to a Rugby Union-style scrum shunt. They then look up, and take their opponents down with a double Polish Hammer. There's a pop from the crowd, as Scott throws his arms up. But Dan just looks at Scott, with a smirk.
Dan: YOU'RE MY WIFE NOW DAVE!!
Scott: ...Who the hell is Dave?
Before Dan can attack, Freeman cheap shots him from behind, and Dan falls down, near the turnbuckle. Freeman and Scott now slug it out, exchanging blows. Freeman, Mr. Generic, gets the upper hand and attempts to hit a Suplex, but Scott holds his ground, and retaliates with a T-Bone suplex of his own, shaking the ring and earning himself another large pop from the crowd. The Punisher leaps to his feet and cheers loudly, asserting his intentions on winning the match. But he's quickly attacked by XS3, who elbows Scott from behind, and Scott is forced to retreat in the corner. XS3 runs towards him, but Scott ducks out the way, and XS3 crashes into it, as Dan, Freeman and Train slowly get to their feet.
Dan comes out of the corner, and with a smile on his face, grabs Freeman. But it's to little avail, as Train rushes in, nutting them in the face (see what I did there!) with a double headbutt, and both fall to the floor. Train smirks, flexing his muscles but almost tearing his costume in the process. Meanwhile, XS3 in his glorified gimp mask is getting punished by Scott (hoho, I'm good at this), who plants him a couple of times in the face, wearing him down. But Jake Steele manages to get to his feet, and there's a pop as he grabs Andrews, spinning him round and delivering a DDT. Scott lays flat out, and Steele, XS3 and Train congregate in the middle of the ring, all as a stable. They agree that the best method to do in this situation would be just to pick out each opponent, eliminating them one by one. Unfortunately for him, they decide to pick on Freeman as their first target. Train lifts him up, and Freeman stirs quickly, realising that he's got to act quickly if he wants to escape with a stake still in the match. He tries to struggle free, but Steele and XS3 grab his legs, and the trio throw him over the ropes. As the RSX3 high five each other, they fail to realise that Freeman had grabbed hold of the ropes, and managed to stay on the apron. But Freeman's dramatic escape is quickly killed as Train notices, merely elbowing him off the apron, and out of the match.
Philip: Jason Freeman has been eliminated! Five remaining...
The RSX3 look increasingly dangerous, now with a 3-on-2 on their hands, and the odds pretty much show them as looking to stroll to the win, and at least one of them will become the Chairman of the Day. They focus their attentions on Scott Andrews now, and Train lifts him up, roughing him up with a few shots to the chest. Scott almost concedes that he's not going to be able to beat the trio with a massive fight on his hands, but looks pretty much dead and buried as XS3 and Steele whip him at the ropes, for Train to plant him with a Giant Boot. Train lifts him up again, and the stable all point towards the ropes. Train lifts him up into the air, and Steele and XS3 grab his legs, similar to the Freeman situation. They dump him over the ropes, but again similar to Freeman, Scott manages to grab the ropes and land on the apron. Train attempts to elbow him out of the match, but Scott ducks it and heabutts through the ropes into the ribs, temporarily rendering him useless. Scott then leaps onto the ropes, springboarding onto the stable and taking them all out, to a massive pop from the crowd. It's around this time that Mr. Papa Lazarou manages to get to his feet, and the Welsh Dragon looks at Scott, nodding, approvingly, and lift Jake Steele up. They whip him at the ropes, but Steele quickly responds with a flying headscissors on Scott. Dan certainly looks shocked, and turns around to be clubbed in the face from a strong lariat off XS3.
The stable are once again in the upper hand, and this time choose Dan to eliminate. They pick him up, and throw him at the ropes. Dan clutches on the ropes, not willing to be catapulted back into the lion's den. The RSX3 ponder what to do, but Steele rashly rushes forwards, trying to plant Dan with a clothesline. It proves to be a major mistake, as Dan drops to the floor, pulling down the top rope and Steele flies over and out of the ring.
Philip: Jake Steele has been eliminated! Down to four, now.
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Post by BK London on Oct 30, 2008 19:05:48 GMT -5
Dan slowly gets to his feet, and Scott manages to join him. It's effectively 2-on-2 now, as we're narrowed down to half the original competitors.
Four down, four still standing... or rather nearly standing as the remaining competitors take a collective moment to catch their breath. The calm doesn’t last long, however; Dan’s hooligan days have given him the stamina to keep on brawling through thick and thin, and he quickly launches an attack on Train who is trying his best to conserve energy for the long run. The crowd cheers as Dan lets rip against his foe; Train toughens up and demonstrates that sometimes less is more, protecting himself with his muscular arms and letting Dan waste some strength. While he’s doing this, though, he’s not paying full attention to what else is going on... and instead of fighting one another, XS3 and Scott have simultaneously had the same idea. Scooting around behind Train, they combine forces and use all their might to perform a double backward suplex. They have to really commit to get the height to clear the top rope; the crowd goes mental as Train gets tipped over...
But Train, although not as agile as a lightweight, manages to shift his weight as he falls so that he lands, albeit in a painful-looking manner, on the edge of the ring. He grips the bottom rope with grim determination as everyone else tries to force him off the apron; gritting his teeth he fights his way back up on to one knee, and then gets a lucky break as Dan’s team spirit vanishes and he lashes out at Scott while the Scarlet Assassin’s guard is down. Scott almost goes over, but grabs the top rope to save himself; as he does this a thoroughly ticked-off Train recovers to his feet, lifts Scott clean in the air, and with a yell literally throws his opponent at the other two men. This results in an unwitting yet spectacular takedown by Scott on XS3 and Dan; the crowd loves it, and Train gets back in the ring and immediately starts stomping the nearest of his foes, which happens to be XS3. X isn’t just going to lie there and take it; he rolls to his feet and the two men trade powerful punches until XS3 spots an opening and uses it to stun Train with a hard kick in the gut. He backs up just a little way before unleashing his latent strength with the Shadow Step; the crowd pops massively, and Train once again looks vulnerable.
While this is going on, on the other side of the ring Scott looks determined to take Dan out of the match equation. Drawing on the sheer intent of will that saw him run BK London close to losing the OCW title, he corners Dan and sets about him with a mixture of sharp chops and bruising kicks to Dan’s knee and shins. Realising that he can’t allow his mobility to be compromised, Dan battles back, forcing the fight back into the centre of the ring; for a thrilling few moments there’s nothing to choose between the two of them, but then Dan gets a hold of Scott’s arm and the entire arena jumps up as the Welsh Dragon slaps on his feared armbar. Scott grimaces, and desperate to avoid permanent damage, he twists himself around and whips Dan away, though not without causing himself some pain. Instantly accelerated, Dan careers across the ring – and has only a moment to see that Train and XS3 are brawling right in front of him. Without aiming specifically, Dan jumps up into a flying dropkick – and he connects brutally with the side of XS3’s head, a fraction of a second after Train has delivered a forearm blow to knock his foe backward into Dan’s path. Too close to the ropes, XS3 staggers into them, and is too dazed to defend himself as Train tidies up and tosses him cleanly to the outside.
Philip: XS3 has been eliminated!
Just three left in the dance, and suddenly Scott feels somewhat vulnerable as his two larger opponents cast their gaze in his direction. The last thing the Assassin will do is show fear, of course; he makes a double-gun sign with his hands, levelling a “bullet” at each foe to show he intends to take them both down. The crowd cheers this; Dan is (as usual) unimpressed, and flicks a gesture back at Scott. Train also prefers actions of his own, but his are direct; he closes the gap to Scott and throws a punch, which necessitates Scott ducking aside. Dan takes this chance and runs forward, and instead of simply targeting Scott, he knocks both men to the mat. The fans are impressed, and Dan works the crowd a little as his opponents pick themselves up; Scott is first to rise and has his choice of whether to go for Dan or capitalise on Train’s lack of speed. Being generally fair-minded, he leaves Train be and moves in quickly on Dan; Dan makes a grab for him, but Scott neatly sidesteps. Dan tries it again, and the result is the same.
Smirking, Scott appears to be succeeding in his mission to get on Dan’s nerves as much as possible. He leads him about the ring, and when Dan’s concentration slips, he pleases the crowd with his Reload (Dragon Whip). The fans yell out; Train is coming in fast, and Scott has very little time to dodge; but perhaps in response to Scott’s previous sporting behaviour, Train’s sights are set on Dan, and he delivers a seasonally-appropriate rendition of the Pumpkin Smasher (flying knee to head). A lesser man would be instantly KOed by such a hit; but while Dan is brought down, he’s certainly not out, and to everyone’s surprise including Train’s he shoves Train off of him and gets up, pounding his chest emphatically. Incensed, Train rolls back to his feet; Dan immediately whips him toward Scott, who is rushing forward, and with only a split second to decide what to do, Train lowers his shoulder and charges. Without time to dodge, Scott uses all the power in his legs to perform a glorified leap-frog; he kicks off of Train’s back into a spectacular, high-angle crossbody, but Dan reacts just as fast and firms his stance to catch him. The crowd roars as Dan readies for the Stunt Bomb...
...and as he lifts Scott, he sees Train rebound from the ropes and come thundering back toward him. Train spreads his arms wide; the pause, meanwhile, gives Scott a single chance to react, and he balls his fist and rights himself, punching Dan in the head. Train has a chance to win the whole thing right here, and he goes for it; Dan releases Scott, dropping him roughly, and then with precision timing he draws on every ounce of strength to launch upward into a standing-start version of the Brighton Rock. The Train is derailed; totally disorientated, he flails, and this time Scott has no qualms about helping Dan to dislodge him cleanly from the ring with a smart double clothesline. Train lands on the outside with a bump, and can only shake his head at the twist of fortune.
Phillip: Thunder Train has been eliminated!
And then there were two...
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