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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:03:04 GMT -5
ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour Richmond, Virginia Richmond Coliseum (11,000)
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Alex Richmond vs. Josh the Jersey Boy
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American Made vs. Dave Tyler - #1 Contender for Entertainment Title
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Chris Williams vs. Jason Freeman
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The Senator w/Zero vs. Henry McKaye w/Starkweather
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BK London vs. Jake Cheng
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:05:17 GMT -5
Since its beginnings, marriage has been a part of the wrestling industry. People tune in to see their most loved, or most hated, wrestlers commit themselves to each other. All have been historic.
Some are nauseatingSome are controversial.Some are shocking.However they all have one thing in common...Entertainment. Tonight the most entertaining man in wrestling, Wayde Russeller, commits himself for life to his love, the sexiest woman on television, Diamond Fox. This is a wedding you don't want to miss.[/i] Fade (OOC Credit: Wayde Russeller)
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:06:38 GMT -5
Segment: An Astonishing Lesson (Credit: BK London/??)
As we return back to the show from the brief commercial promoting the brand new merchandise for ACW Shopzone, "Hello Goodbye" pounds through the speakers to the dismay of the fans in Richmond, Virginia. With the bass and the electric guitar coming to life, BK London steps through the curtain and it doesn't look like he's exactly happy. And how could he? Just shortly three days ago he recieved a major blow by being pinned thanks to Jay Zero, and some may argue that it was all Jake Cheng's fault.
He struts down to the ring with the championship gold resting on his shoulder and his ring gear on, definitely ready for his main event match tonight. Rather than pose with the championship or all those other fancy interludes, he gets right to the point and demands the microphone from Phillip. Phillip, as always, grants him his request and the champion now makes his way back to the center of the ring.
BK London: Alright, alright - cut the music, cut the lights - I don't have much time to waste.
Within moments, Hello Goodbye becomes a thing of the past and the lights in the Richmond, Coliseum return to normal.
BK London: I'm not in the mood for all these games right now, because I have something to get off my chest. Two things to get off my chest actually, and the first one starts with what happened just three short days ago on Meltdown. Roll the footage..
BK London directs the people to the Alphatron, where we catch the match in the midst of all the heat and with BK London approaching the ring ropes. Moments later, the sound of a chair cracking against a skull can be heard and the cheers of the crowd are most noticeable after that. The stunned BK stumbles around, and he walks right into a Zero Darkness from Jay Zero, giving Zero a win over the World Champion.
BK London: Now you all may have just witnessed what you think you saw, but let me tell you what really happened in that clip. You see, what was just shown to you wasn't a hard fought victory, it wasn't a 40 minute classic capitalized by a heroic and come-from-behind victory - oh no. What you saw there, was what we refer to in the business as....a fluke.
Virginia isn't exactly giving BK London the warmest reaction to his statement, but what he could be saying could possibly be the truth.
BK London: Jay Zero, if it weren't for Jake and him messing up - ONCE AGAIN - I would've taken you out, and you know it. You wouldn't have stood a chance in hell, and you know it. So before you run around backstage, and coming out here and parading your win with these other slackjawed yokels here in Richmond, Virginia...
[Insert cheep heel heat here]
BK London: ..I would suggest you take a look at the tape again, and come to terms with exactly what happened. And why? Because whether you like it or not, I'm going to be World Champion for a long long time...and from what I remember, you've got between now and the next say..10 months to cash in your Emperor of the Ring title shot? Pick your spot wisely Zero. I've taken Number one contenders before and crushed their dreams right before their eyes, Don't. Become. One of them. Now, onto other matters...It seems I was invited out here by some sort of mystery person. This mystery person didn't have the balls to call me out to the ring face to face, but nonetheless, here I am. You know what? This is probably the work of Zer-
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO DARKNESS
As that all-too-familiar tune hits the PA, BK London immediately looked as if he was going to be sick. For those that were not in the know, this heavy tune echoing in Richmond amongst the cheers of the locals, was "Hello" by the Rollins Band belonged to an old "friend" of BK London that he thought was buried in his past. As the cameras turned to the entrance ramp, Adrian Flamingo stepped out from behind the black curtain with a big smile on his face as he waved to his former nemesis. Adrian, who had brought a microphone with him, held it up to his face to address the ACW audience he left so long ago.
Adrian Flamingo: You know, when my Uncle Mickey...
The fans popped HUGE for Adrian's uncle as the OCW World Heavyweight Champion rolled his eyes.
Adrian Flamingo: He would've pissed himself out of joy if he was here. Anyway, when Mickey told me that Meltdown was going to be so relatively close to his backyard, you know I just had to drop by to check in. It's insane how much things have changed... but, thinking of change...welly well-well, BK London, how the hell are you man?
BK went to bring his microphone back up to his face, but as he talked... the words didn't pick up over the microphone. As BK slapped the microphone, flipping the power switch on and off to the amusement of the fans, Adrian's smile only got larger.
Adrian Flamingo: Don't even bother, BK. I talked to the boys in the production truck and we all agreed that you talk too much. To put it simply... I have a few things I've been wanting to say to you since I was so ceremoniously tossed out of the company months ago.
BK got a smirk of his own as a slow boo moved up the crowd.
Adrian Flamingo: BK London, its no secret that we don't get along... but moments after you got that final pinfall on me, you earned my respect. See, BK, I realized that I was in the wrong, man... I realized that I was wrong about a lot of things... namely... I realized that I needed help. You see, I've been carrying a lot of pain on my back my entire life and sometimes, I lashed out in odd ways. I pushed people away and if they didn't get out of my way, I put them out of my way. So, the moment I landed back in Philadelphia, I started attending therapy and I'm in a much better place right now. For that, BK, I thank you... but WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?!
The cheers hit audience again and Adrian was just getting warmed up.
Adrian Flamingo: BK, I've been watching ACW since the day I left and I've seen everything you and your little army has done. I've heard you say things like that you're building a dynasty... but all I've seen is the unraveling of a man! Let me remind you of the BK London that you USED to be, BK. You USED to be the hardest working man on the roster. You USED to be the man who was always the first man here and the last one to leave. You USED to be the man that everyone looked up to and wanted to be more like. Now? Now you're gutless... you're soft... hell, I'd say you're a shell of your former self, but at least a shell has some fortitude! BK London... I know you... in fact, you could say we're even more alike than we even thought.
BK rolled his eyes as he casually leaned against the ropes, but Adrian continued anyway. With no way to interrupt him, he was going to say everything he had been waiting to say to BK for months.
Adrian Flamingo: BK, I was in your shoes, all of those months ago. Right now, you're feeling invincible... but you don't at the same time. You feel like you could take on the whole world, but deep down you know that the ol' armor has a few weak links. You know what that feeling is, BK? Its the inevitable breathing down the back of your neck! You know, deep down, that this OCW business isn't going to go on much further and, since I know for a fact that you're so damn thick-headed, I'm hear to warn you. Get out while you still can, BK. You've put a black mark on your legacy... but you don't have to throw your career away by sticking with OCW as it sinks like the Titanic. Remember the fans who loved you... remember your wife, BK... remember your daughter. Sure, maybe things with your family may never be the same, but don't let your daughter see you like this, man. I'm living proof of what a fucked up childhood can do.
With that, Adrian tossed the microphone down and mouthed out the words "Think about it" before heading out of the black curtain
(Credit: Henry McKaye as well)
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:08:21 GMT -5
“Shadow Farm Part Deux: Tastes like Chicken” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss [30 thousand feet above South America ... ] Thunderkiss: Captain Crunch or Lucky?FSX: What kind of a question is that? Captain Crunch is a damned pirate! Thunderkiss: Are you sure? FSX: I'm always sure. That guy is all about the MILF booty, and he gets it though feeding children cereal on a boat. On the other hand, you have a leprechaun known for failing miserably to keep his shit away from kids. Thunderkiss: Yeah, but have you ever seen “Leprechaun”? FSX: Yeah..well..have you ever seen Pirates of the Caribbean? Thunderkiss: What does that have to do with anything? FSX: Nothing really, I'm just surprised at how straight they all were. Thunderkiss: ...Right, we’re here. Prepare for landing! *singing* Major Tom to ground control..... [Both men exit the small aircraft and touch their feet down upon the blazing Ecuadoran ground. Directly ahead lies a now abandoned compound surrounded in old, rusty barbed wire and guard towers in all four corners. Astute ACW & Thunderkiss fans instantly recognize this location to be none other than the SHADOW FARM, the former processing plant that produced Thundergy by the boatloads! While this vision brings glee to Thunderkiss, FSX has quite the opposite reaction.] FSX: I'm going to start having flashbacks of Silence of the Lambs... Why do we have to go here again? Thunderkiss: Brother, I need money. I foolishly gave it all away to Anna and I am broke as a joke. People used to buy this stuff like it was tap water. If I could only get this plant up and running again ... FSX: Fair enough, but why did I have to come? I mean, this place kinda freaks me the fuck out. I don't like getting thrown around by 8-bit characters and battling Killer Ninjas...even if Carl Douglas is around to save the day...Oh, and there was that whole thing with PEOPLE BEING MADE INTO A DAMN BEVERAGE! Thunderkiss: NO! You and I are like inseparable now. Whatever I do, you must do. Whatever you do, I must follow. It’s called building chemistry. We are bonding.FSX: Well, just keep a safe distance. If this bonding goes on for much longer people are going to think Thunderkiss has switched teams. Thunderkiss: I have switched teams, Brother!FSX: ...Wait, what? Thunderkiss: Come on Captain Ha-Ha, help me get this door open.FSX: You had better of meant Tag Teams, Teeks. Because that's not happenening...er...anyway, this is alot less intense then my last visit. Thunderkiss: Well, that is what happens when you condense something down into one show. PUSH NOW! [Double Penetration puts their backs into it and gives the large, sliding, metal door a good heave ho! As they do so, the door squeaks on its rusted hinges giving both men a nasty headache. Whatever level of discomfort they have from this ordeal, it shall soon be tripled by what they discover inside. Last time FSX opened this door, he discovered that Thundergy was made from human beings. This time the sight is much, much worse.] FSX: ...I'd love to say this was unexpected. Thunderkiss: Whoa boy, now we know what happened to the 2nd Coming! Lou the Cameraman: WHAT, DO YOU WANT TO JOIN THE PARTY? I'LL BE YOUR ULTIMATE COMPETITOR ALL NIGHT! Ironjaw: *Hmph* ~!~SLAM~!~ [With all his might, TK slams the door shut on the horrors from within the abandoned Shadow Farm. The instant the gap is closed, nothing but stunned silence emanates from both men. Backs and heads leaned up against the metal, both men pound their heads against the door to drive out the images.] Thunderkiss: We will never speak of this again.FSX: Speak of what? Lou getting off to some sort of...Jon Taylor shrine...well Ironjaw did some sort of exercise routine. That involved drilling Lou into insanity? No, never saw that. If I did I would of surely killed myself. Thunderkiss: Good man. To the plane! We need to give Meltdown a taste of DOUBLE PENETRATION and we dare not be late! FSX: Wait, then why the hell did we even come he-- [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:13:10 GMT -5
“Rookies Against it All” Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams ===================================
The camera opens up backstage, with ACW interviewer Charlotte King speaking with Chris Williams about all things ACW.
King: Well Chris, after dismantling Eddie Packard at Samhain, you finally tasted defeat on Monday at the hands of AC Evans. How did that feel?
Williams: Look, I’m not gonna go on about how I feel about losing, so I’ll keep this one short. Losing is losing, it’s that simple. Nobody likes to lose, and I’m looking to come back strong.
King: Well, management sure didn’t do you any favors, because tonight you go up against wily veteran Jason Freeman. He’s been around the block, and it seems you’re the clear underdog again in this one….
Williams: Of course I am. I’m a rookie, it’s me against the world right now, until I prove that I can’t be beat. I’ll be up against it until I’m the last man standing, alone in the ring, above the fray. To be at the top means a lot of different things to different people. To some… it just means that they are alone, by themselves, trying to fight off those personal demons that bring you down when you least expect it. To others, it is just the pride before the fall, as they just inflate their ego before someone finally cuts them down to size. But to me… being the best, being the last man standing… it’s about overcoming… overcoming everything and everyone that has stood in my way, telling me that I can’t do it. That I don’t have the stamina, the strength, to fulfill my destiny. That I can’t become the best.
They’ve said it my entire career, my entire life. And now… I’m out to prove myself to all the nay-sayers. I am the crowd-pleaser. I am the guy who will risk life and limb for the one thing I want.
Respect.
All I want… is respect. Fame, money, titles… all of those are secondary. Sure, I fully intend on beating anyone who management throws at me… but what I really want is for all of my critics… all of my nay-sayers… to finally acknowledge that I have become somebody. I will make myself into an icon, doing what I truly love to do. I may not have the stamina, may not have the endurance… but I have heart. I have the drive that keeps me going. I have always, and always will, fight for what I love. Wrestling is my passion, and nobody can take my passion away from me. Because god knows... I will NOT. BACK. DOWN.
Upon hearing Williams’ signature catchphrase, a familiar face decides to join the party. Dave Tyler walks into the line of the camera, now in his full wrestling gear. He puts his arm over Chris' shoulder, and gives him a big pat on the chest with the other, having to lean up slightly. He looks back and forth at Chris and the camera.
Dave Tyler: Hey Chris. Listen, I was on the way to the ring and heard that speech and all about how as a rookie, you want respect and want to prove yourself and so on and so forth....and I wanted to say fair play. And I know you're going up against Freeman tonight, which is never an easy match....
Williams: That's true.
Dave Tyler: I mean, he is the current TV Champion...
Williams: Yeah.
Dave Tyler: Way more experience than you.
Williams: Yeah.
Dave Tyler: And no one really expects you to win.
Williams: Dave! Got a point here?
Dave Tyler: Oh right, yeah. Well, all I meant was I can relate to that. We're both trying to make names for ourselves here tonight, and we've both been put into massive matches against ACW veterns. So, basically, I just wanted to say best of luck dude. We are the future of this company and tonight we get a chance to prove that. You against Freeman. Me against American Made. Big chances. Let's seize them, ok?
Dave extends his hand to Chris....
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:13:14 GMT -5
Missing Something?Alex Richmond/Jake SteeleThe crowd are really enjoying Warfare so far, and the excitement in the air is palpable as the show progresses to an inevitable climax. Still to come is the sure-to-be-a-classic-encounter when BK London and Jake Cheng clash once again. Then there’s this week’s most anticipated wedding, guaranteed entertainment for sure. The buzz in the air intensifies as the opening riff of Oasis’ “Cigarettes and Alcohol” is played through the speakers and a large portion of the crowd rise to their feet. There is a loud cheer to accompany Alex Richmond’s entrance as he walks through the curtain, donning a sharp suit and with the briefcase we saw on Monday in his right hand. He smiles at the reception he receives as he walks confidently down the ramp before placing his briefcase on the steel steps.
He the lifts the ring skirt up as he retrieves a table from underneath the ring before promptly sliding it into the ring. He then walks around to where Philip is stood and requests the use of his microphone, a request which Philip is more than happy to grant. He then picks his briefcase up before entering the ring, setting up the table and placing the briefcase down on it.Richmond: Tonight I promised Strike #1 in the anti-Steele campaign. I’m not a man who reneges on his word, so here it goes. In this briefcase I have two very important items, I’ll show you what they are before I elaborate.He lays the briefcase down flat and clicks the locks open in slick unison. From within the briefcase he pulls out two copies of the ACW International Title and holds them aloft briefly before laying them out on the table.Richmond: What I have here is the ACW International Title “belonging” to Jake Steele, and also a replica of the aforementioned title that any of you can purchase exclusively at www.acwshop.com.Richmond then proceeds to stare directly at the hard camera whilst plastering a cheesy grin on his face.Richmond: Now that the advertising department are happy I’ll get back down to business. The ACW International Title is a highly prestigious title that has been held by many ACW legends, many of whom went on to win the biggest prize in this industry, the ACW World Title! Now it is being held by a clown who thinks he’s 50 Cent. Jake Steele wears this belt like it’s just another piece in his expansive bling collection; he shows no respect for its proud history or honour for being a member of the prestigious fraternity that makes up the holders of the International Title.
So I decided to take matters into my own hands and that is why tonight I am presenting Jake Steele, ACW’s replica champion, with this lovely replica belt to truly represent his standing here in ACW. Now I know the methods I used to obtain this belt were just as underhanded as the methods used by Jake Steele to win it in the first place but, in this case, I truly believe that in this case that the ends do justify the means. On that note it gives me great pride to say...
JAKE STEELE, I present to you this wonderful replica title!!Alex Richmond, along with the entire audience, directs his attention to the top of the ramp as he waits for Jake Steele to appear. After around 10 seconds he tires of waiting and continues to speak.Richmond: Come on Jake, don’t be shy. Come and collect your belt!This final addition decisively gets Steele’s attention as “Hate It or Love It” by The Game/50 Cent blasts throughout the arena and Steele storms through the curtain looking decidedly pissed off. He stares daggers at the smiling Richmond but, surprisingly, doesn’t move a muscle and instead stays rooted to the spot. The reason for Steele’s lack of movement becomes apparent and XS3 dives out of the crowd and slides into the ring, chair in hand. Richmond is still totally unaware of what is occurring behind him, seemingly thinking the boos coming from the crowd are for the man at the top of the ramp. He soon learns differently as XS3 smacks the chair into the back of his head, sending him crumbling to the ground where XS3 is free to continue the assault.
This action prompts Steele into action as he dives into the ring, tossing the table over with a roar of rage. As he picks up the genuine International Title from the mat XS3 continues to stomp the hell out of Richmond. Steele signals for XS3 to pick him up and he does so, hoisting the obviously woozy Richmond to his knees and holding him in place as Steele charges, brutally driving the title into Richmond’s skull, knocking him out cold. Steele then retrieves the microphone Richmond dropped as XS3 blindsided him and stands over his fallen nemesis, a twisted scowl on his face and his chest rising and falling thanks to a combination of breathlessness and rage.Steele - You stupid... piece of... shit. Did you really think you could get away with dis and just hand me some toy belt? Replica Champion?... Replica Champion!? You know I'm real tired of hearin' dat. And if you can't tell... XS3 is tired of hearin' dat. See, in RSX3 we don't like to be called 'fake', and we don't appreciate cokehead niggas like you tryin' to make some big return and thinkin' you deserve to just snatch up my title and claim it as yours. Nah... it ain't goin' down like dat Richie. You definitely... gotta try harder than that next time you try and get gully with mistah International himself. Haha yeah, and uh, I suggest you bring some back up next time too. Ya dig? [/color] Steele drops the mic, and spreads his arms out, resulting in the fans to boo him tremendously. Steele then picks his International Title back up, and he leaves the ring with XS3 following close behind. Richmond had good intentions, but it looks like he may be out of the game before he can even get to Strike #2.Fade to Black[/center] ============================================================== Match 1: Alex Richmond vs. Josh the Jersey Boy (Credit: Jake Steele) The match started off with an easy advantage of the limited contract having Richmond. He caught JJB with a elbow collar tie-up, making sure to apply the pressure, almost breaking JJB's arm in the process. After having him hurt, Richmond irish whips Jujubes across the ring and hits a thunderous clothesline, sending JJB's head into the Entourage days. Richmond hits a quick snap suplex on JJB and to finish it off he dominates with The Bottom Dollar for the easy three count. Winner: Richmond
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:13:30 GMT -5
Segment: Hyping up Dave Tyler vs. The Doct…wait, American Made? Credit: Dave Tyler As we cut backstage to the next segment, the camera points at a big red door. It flies open, as Dave Tyler walks in, not in wrestling gear, but instead wearing a long coat and a scarf, trying to beat off the cold outside, and a large rucksack slung casually over his shoulder. He has his ipod earphones plugged into his ear and is, as per usual, off in his own little world, singing and dancing to his own theme tune. As he closes the door behind him, he looks up to spot the camera, and is taken back. He obviously wasn’t expecting a welcoming party as soon as he arrived into the arena.
Tyler takes out the earphones and wraps them round the ipod, stuffing it into his pocket. He looks round, as a young man in a suit and tie walks up to him, microphone up to his mouth, new to the job. He looks nervous slightly. Tyler eyes him up and down, as his frown turns quickly to a big smile.Dave Tyler: Hi there! What’s up?Man: Well, we have been trying to get in touch with you all week via phone… Dave Tyler: Yeah, I left it in the arena last Monday. Sorry bout that.Man: ….E-mail… Dave Tyler: My internet has been down all week.Man: And courier. Dave Tyler: Oh, well….wait? Courier? Who the hell uses a courier in this day and age? Well, other than to deliver back dodgy Xboxs, but anyway. I’m here now so I guess you can just ask away.Man: Ok, well, what we wanted was a response to your match which you will be wrestling in later on this evening. Dave Tyler: Oh, awesome. Ok. Well, it’s certainly an exciting prospect, isn’t it? Well, whenever one is lucky enough to be booked on such a phenomenal show as A…O….This promotion’s Meltdown show, they should realize it’s a great privilege. I mean, I’ve obviously been garnering a lot of fan support, so it’s about time that Dave Tyler steps up to the plate and shows the world what makes him, if you’ll pardon the pun, such a sweet acquisition for this company.Man: So, do you think you can beat your opponent here tonight? I mean, he has such an advantage over you, not only in weight and height but also in sheer experience. Dave Tyler: Well, he certainly has the weight and height advantage, I’ll give you that much. I mean, one look at the guy and it’s hard not to be impressed. He’s freaking huge, and well, I’m not. So, of course it will be an uphill battle once we get into the ring, but then again, it always is. The main thing you’ve got to remember….is that you should never underestimate me. Man: Ok, well, have you any last words then for your opponent? Dave Tyler: Em, sure? Dude. When we go up against each other tonight, you better bring you’re a-game. Cause I will damn sure be bringing mine. You may be called the Doctor. But I’m the Candyman. And that means that I, be it in the ring or on the microphone….well, I’m just sweet!Dave Tyler gives the camera a big grin and walks out of the camera’s line of sight. The interview nods and smiles, before realizing something. Man: Em, American Made? Dave Tyler walks back into shot, looking at the man, confused.Dave Tyler: No, Dave Tyler? See, the difference is the lack of a mask and muscle mass and…Man: No, you are facing American Made! Not The Doctor. Dave Tyler: No, that’s not right. The match request was for against The Doctor. Man: But your match tonight is against American Made. Dave Tyler looks blankly at the interviewer, trying to process all the information which is going through his head. He nods and smiles, as if finally understanding what he is being told, and starts to walk off again. As he does though, he stops and turns back, the smile gone; confused again.Dave Tyler: Wait, what? I don’t understand.Man: *sigh* Ok. Tonight, here on Meltdown, you face American Made, one on one, with the winner of that match getting a shot at Wayde Russler’s Entertainment Championship Title. Not against The Doctor. Against American Made. Dave still looks confused, but now seems to finally understand the situation.Dave Tyler: Em, ok. That’s a tad random, but I’m certainly not going to complain. If A…O….Whoever is in charge around here want to give me another chance to go up against a veteran, I certainly won’t complain. Though, I do wish I’d be told this in advance.Man: Well, we did try to contact you by phone… Dave Tyler: Which I said I lost.Man: …email… Dave Tyler: Which I told you was not working.Man: …And courier. Dave Tyler: Again with the courier? Oh well, no point complaining. It looks like I’ve got a bit of a bigger battle here tonight than I thought I did. But that’s ok. Be it Doctor or American Made, Ryan Styles or BK, the message is still the same. I’m bringing my A-Game, and so had you. I’ve been looking for another shot at Wayde after the match we had at Samhain. And the chance to go one on one with American Made…well, it is an honour. He’s an amazing wrestler and I can’t wait to clash with him. But it’s not going to be a repeat of Samhain, where it’s rookie against vet and the rookie chokes. This time, I’m winning. And THAT! That will be sweet!Dave Tyler smiles and nods (again) and walks off camera. The interviewer shakes his head, as Tyler walks back past the camera….Dave Tyler: Wrong way! …the camera turns, watching him head down the hall, a slight swagger in his step, but also a sign of nervousness. He turns a corner and leaves the sight of the camera…[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:15:33 GMT -5
Segment: Old Friends Credit: Wayde Russeller and AC Evans
The camera goes to the back where Wayde Russeller is seen walking wearing a nice button down shirt and jean pants. He has the title slung over his shoulder and his white cowboy hat on. He also has nice sunglasses on and a smile on his face as he walks down the corridor. Out of no where he stops short and the smile on his face gets bigger.
Wayde: Howdy buddy.
As he says this A.C Evans steps into the camera with a not so happy look on his face.
A.C. EVANS: Do not refer to me as your "buddy". We're far from that, Wayde. [/color]
Wayde: Oh I'm sorry, a little sensitive? Why all the anger towards me? Is it because I beat you and your old friend McKaye in CONSECUTIVE weeks, which eventually led to you getting thrown out of OCW?
AC shakes his head seemingly getting more angry at the situation
A.C. EVANS: It's a wonder how views can be so different. My view on the entire situation is a bit different. Perhaps, your mind has been preoccupied with other things and you've forgotten about the entire situation.[/color]
Wayde: Oh yeah? How did you see it?
A.C. EVANS: I saw lady luck on your side that night, Wayde. I saw you get lucky over myself once. It wasn't an impressive victory either, Wayde. Nothing much to be proud of. [/color]
Wayde's smile falters a little bit but he regains he cockiness in seconds.
Wayde: You can call it luck, you can call it an accident, you can call it a fluke. The fact still remains that in our one match against each other, I beat you and started the downward spiral that is your career.
A.C. EVANS: Downward spiral? I beg to differ. And even if I WAS on a downward spiral, at least there was something to fall from. I mean, what have you done in the last 7 months you've been here? Started a group that failed miserably and disrespected the title you have thrown over your shoulder? [/color]
Now Wayde's face gets serious and he pulls off the sunglasses and gets right in AC's face.
Wayde: Disrespected? DISRESPECTED? I have taken this title to new heights of respect! Since I won this belt I have delivered nothing but Pure Entertainment to the ACW fans! And I have had this belt for 84 freakin days. I think if you combine all your Entertainment Title runs together I still have had the belt for 84 freaking days more than you!
AC chuckles a little
A.C. EVANS: 84 days as a champion is easy when you've got no challengers. It sure is simply to hold on to a title when you sway away from any challenger. Mr. Red was the only person who ever was a threat to your title; and look what you did to him. At the mere mention of competition you duck for cover and hide. Similar to BK London and OCW.[/color]
Wayde: FIRST of all...I never want to hear that name again. EVER. Second of all, everyone knows that I am a fighting champ. I take on everyone and anyone! It's not my fault ACW doesn't have anyone on the roster to challenge me! I will not only take on anyone, but I can beat anyone!
AC rubs his chin like he is thinking
A.C. EVANS: Anyone, you say?[/color]
Wayde: ANYONE! Hell if Yoko came back right now and wanted a title shot I would smack that bitch back to Asia!
A.C. EVANS: Well, now we all know thats a lie. As fun as that sounds; I've got an even better proposition for you. Tonight you put your money where your mouth is. Tonight, you and I go toe to toe for that title. [/color]
Wayde backs up with a shocked looked on his face. He was NOT expecting that.
Wayde: T-t-to...night?
A.C. EVANS: That a problem for you? Last time I checked neither of us have a match tonight. [/color]
Wayde: Even though I think you are the least deserving person for a title shot, I would love to defend this against you and make an example out of you.
A.C. EVANS: Well, fine then. See you i-[/color]
Wayde: HOWEVER...I have my wedding tonight so you will not get a shot tonight!
AC laughs at the unwillingness for Wayde to climb in the ring with him.
A.C. EVANS: Next week works for me as well..[/color]
Wayde: Next week would be the perfect time.
A.C. EVANS: Next week it i--[/color]
Wayde: HOWEVER there is a match tonight to decide the number one contender and it would NOT be fair for me to bump them for you.
A.C. EVANS: Filled with excuses, aren't you Wayde? [/color]
Wayde: You seemed determined to get this chance to lose to me so here is what I will do. In one week I have a title defense against either American Made or Dave Tyler. WHEN I beat that challenger I promise you will be next in line and receive a shot on the November 17th episode of Warfare.
A.C. EVANS:: That's if you win. I highly doubt it though.[/color]
Wayde looks at him for a few seconds before throwing on his sunglasses and returning the cocky grin to his face.
Wayde: Now if you excuse me, I have a wedding to plan for.
With that Wayde walks off down the hall while AC sits there thinking of how sweet it will be to win the title from that arrogant man.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:15:54 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Now thats just messed up (Credit: Jonny Spade)
Well that was an odd dream to have. After taking some time to think about it, I needed some advice on it definitely to help me out with it. So I gave the one person a call that would know what this means; and that person is my father. He has been reading dreams and interpreting them for years and years now.
*RING* *RING* *RING*
??: … Hello?
Sijweh: Hey dad, its me.
Dad: Hey Son what’s going on?
Sijweh: Oh not to much, but I need your help though with a dream that I’ve had the other day.
Dad: Well then, just fire away.
So I began to tell him the story and it seems that he has heard of this story before. Infact it was a pretty common story among the Eskimo culture.
Dad: Son – son – son…say no more. I know how this dream goes.
Sijweh: Oh you do? Great. So…?
Dad: Every Eskimo back in the days of this culture of ours believed that there was an evil spirit that would travel across the land inflicting…well evil and hate on people. For the most part people were able ignore and fight off the evil. But there has been a handful that just couldn’t resist the temptation and hence, you saw the trouble over the years that had hurt millions and millions of people all over this planet.
Sijweh: So….it’s like Star Wars? Having to pick the good and evil side?
Dad: Star Wars?
Sijweh: You know the whole set of movies set in the very distance future? You know..”A long time ago…in a galaxy far, far away…”
Dad: Oh yes that. Precisely.
Sijweh: Okay. So now what would be the best way to fight this evil?
Dad: Well…this “guy” is going to keep coming back to you trying to get the evil into your body. So what you do, since you just can’t stop sleeping is just try your best to ignore him. Don’t let him get his thoughts into your head to be able to persuade you. Otherwise it would take some special skills of a special someone to help you out of it.
Sijweh: Alright then. Well I gotta get going to get some training done. Thanks for everything dad.
Dad: Not a problem. Talk to you later.
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:17:51 GMT -5
“The Train is ALWAYS Hungry for Some Weight Watchers” Credit: Thunder Train, Thunderkiss [It has been an exhausting couple of days for Kevin Anderson. During the work week, being a backstage interviewer for ACW is bad enough, let alone his duties as ACW’s chief technician. Every day he has to deal with an entire complex of moron who confuse a computer’s disc tray for a drink holder and he shutters the moment he enters the building, just knowing it won’t be long until the village idiots come calling. On this morning in particular, his instincts serve him well. However, his first taste of the ACW work day does not come from computer illiterate beings, but rather a 353 pound annoyance.] American Made: Here brother, have a flier! Show your friends, pass them around! Kevin Anderson: Made, why the hell are you passing out Weight Watchers fliers ... with a picture of Train on them? American Made: Well, you see being the hero and face of America, it is my responsibility to talk about an issue effecting a great deal of us, obesity! Nowadays young boys and girls are eating far too much and as a result, look like this man here by the time they are 12. [American Made raises the flyer and points to the picture of Train.] American Made: Scary, huh? Now there is a man who definitely eats more than triple his allotted points per day! If we don’t do something about it and soon, we are going to all be so out of shape those Muslim bastards will come and kill us all with ease! Each and everyone of us! Kevin Anderson: Wow... you know, I never thought of that before. You’re right. YOU’RE RIGHT! You know what Made, I am going to help your cause out and post this right up on the ACW servers. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I did nothing to help out this growing epidemic. American Made: Anderson, you are a *TRUE* American! Spread the word! Save our country! Show as many people as you possibly can! [The “Internet” makes haste to his work space in the other wing of the ACW complex. As American Made watches him fade into sight, a grin extends from one end of his mask to the other ... ] Train enters the arena to an awkward feeling. He feels as if everyone is looking at him. They are all holding what looks like a flier and pointing at Train. Many people are snickering and laughing. Train sets down his bag and confronts a few people. Thunder Train: WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?Guy 1: Nothing *Snicker* you can go on with your walking Thunder Train *Snicker* Guy 2: Yeah! I mean you need some *Snicker* exercise after all. Thunder Train: What does that mean?Guy 1: Oh nothing *Snicker* Guy 2: Yeah...*Bursts out laughing* Thunder Train: I WANNA KNOW WHATS GOING ON RIGHT NOW! WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HAND?The man tries to hide it but Train is too quick for him. Train snatches the paper away from the man, who thinks "Screw it" and walks away laughing with the other man. Train looks it over for a second and crumples it up. He throws it to the ground and holds his head up to the heaves with his arms pumped out.Thunder Train: THUNDERKISSSS!!![FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:19:38 GMT -5
Match 2: American Made vs. Dave Tyler - #1 Contender for Entertainment Title (Credit: Wayde Russeller)
Has not been sent the match as of yet, but due to the implications of this match for one of the following shows - American Made wins.
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:20:08 GMT -5
“Channeling Torak” Credit: Mr. Red, Thunderkiss [Alone he sits in the dark, hands upwards, arms rested on a table. Though nothing but shadows surround him, the way he talks to them would lead one to think otherwise.] Thunderkiss: Torak, if you are here, can you give me a sign?! [He awaits an answer and gets one, but not from the person he had hoped from. Flicking the lights in the room on, William Charles Wilcox walks straight into yet another bizarre moment courtesy of your friendly neighborhood Thunderkiss.] W.C.W.: TK, What the hell are you doing? Thunderkiss: Well, I was trying to talk to Torak. Trying is the key word there, considering you interrupted me. W.C.W.: But ... Torak’s dead. Thunderkiss: I know, I am trying to channel his spirit. W.C.W.: Care to tell me why? Thunderkiss: If I can find a way to lead him out of the light, we might be able to finally have that dream match everyone wants, and in case you can’t connect the dots, dream matches equal huge amounts of money. W.C.W.: *sigh* Whatever floats your boat. While you are talking to dead things, why don’t you try to contact XS3's career. Thunderkiss: Even I don’t have the ability to reach purgatory, Willy. Now please, I need my concentration. [Willy rolls his eyes at his clients request and dims the room’s lights. Now alone, TK continues his spiritual journey to the “other side.”] Thunderkiss: Torak? Torak, if you can hear me, please give me a sign... [Ask, and you shall receive.] ~!~SLAM~!~ Thunderkiss: WHATWASTHEHECK?! Torak, is that you?! [The loud noise is followed by the sound of a ball rolling on the floor. Startled, TK reaches down and notices a baseball resting at his feet. The Worldbreaker cautiously seizes it, and as he returns to his upright position, he realizes he is not alone.] Ghost of Mr. Red: Hello! Thunderkiss: Oh great, I asked for Torak and I get Mr. Red. Ghost of Mr. Red: This is your hallucination. Don’t blame me, blame yourself. Thunderkiss: So how is life ... errrr... death treating you, Red? Ghost of Mr. Red: Kinda sucks. The reception is terrible down here. Thunderkiss: Down here? Oh boy - Ghost Of Mr. Red: Yeah, go figure. And here I thought I was a face. You would not believe how popular you are around here. You should see some of the succubuses I have gotten just by dropping your name! Oh, they also got your spot picked out for you and everything. Thunderkiss: And I’m sure the view is just lovely. Ghost of Mr. Red: Yeah, believe me, they are keeping it “warm” for you! Well, Sorry TK, I gotta cut this short. I only get a thirty minute break from my eternal suffering. Thunderkiss: Oh, I won’t keep you then! Have fun! Ghost of Mr. Red: Will do! If you see Wayde, punch that prick in the face for me! Thunderkiss: Will do! [TK’s vision of Red dissipates as quickly as it came forth. Alone once again, Thunderkiss initial attempt to reach Torak has failed, but provides the spark that leads to yet another brilliant Worldbreaker idea.] Thunderkiss: Marilyn Monroe, if you can hear me, please give me a sign... [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:21:44 GMT -5
Match 3: Chris Williams vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Jason Freeman)
At the start of the match, Freeman rushes forward, trying to get the first blows in. He uses some speed, to hit some quick shots to Williams head, although Williams fights back with some shots of his own. Freeman gets behind Williams, and goes for a back suplex, but Williams shifts his weight forward, and hits a snapmare on Freeman, bringing him to the ground. Freeman gets back up, and Williams goes forward, hitting a nice clothesline. Freeman hits the ground hard, and Williams waits for him to get up, planning his next move. Freeman gets up rather quickly, but as Williams goes forward, Freeman ducks behind him, bounces off the ropes, and hits a nice bicycle kick to get Williams on the ground.
Freeman keeps Williams on the defense for a while, managing to wear away at him, trying to weaken him. At one point Williams starts to fight back, but Freeman stops him with a nice lifting complete shot, for a two count. Freeman attempts to hit the rising Williams with a shining axe kick for a relatively early end, but he has it scouted and dodges. The two men go towards each other, and Williams hits an STO sending Freeman to the ground, and getting a two count. Williams manages to get some nice offense in at this point, and goes for the TNT-DDT. Freeman counters it, but before he can capitalize, Williams sends him down with a flapjack
As Freeman gets up, Chris Williams advances...he can feel the possibility of a victory, and he capitalizes on the momentum. He hits Freeman with a scoop slam, taking him back to the ground, and he climbs the top rope. Once he gets to the top rope, he raises his hands in the air, getting massive cheers from the crowd...and as Freeman stands once again, he turns right into Williams' diving cross body! 1.....2....and Freeman kicks out at two...Williams stands up. One more move could end it...and so as Freeman gets up, he advances forward to attempt the Boiling Point, but Freeman recovers, and grabs Williams in a DDT position, looking to lift him up into his inverted final cut. Williams doesnt let Freeman get him up, and hits a few shots to Freeman's gut. Freeman lets go, but then runs forward for a clothesline. Williams ducks however, and Freeman hits the ref accidentally! Freeman turns back into a TNT-DDT attempt, and the fans think Williams will get the victory, but Freeman lands on his feet, and hits a dropkick that sends Williams staggering back into the ropes...but WAIT, DANIEL NESS IS ON THE APRON! Williams stagges backwards, and Ness spins him around, and cutters him down RIGHT onto the top rope! Williams staggers backwards landing on his knees, clutching his throat. Freeman looks over at Ness, looking annoyed at the interference in his match, but is not one to pass up an oppurtunity. He runs forward, nailing a shining axe kick to Williams head just as the ref gets up, and gets the pin for the 1...2...3
Phillip: Here is your winner, Jason Freeman!
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:23:09 GMT -5
The Challenge is Set Danny Mainer Chris Williams is devastated as Ugly by The Exies plays Freeman along up the ramp. Chris is just kneeling clutching his throat looking around for wherever Ness has disappeared too. Williams slowly bounds his way up to his feet as Freeman leaves through the curtain. Williams quickly scans round for Ness and soon it happens. Ness has entered the ring and is charging at him. Exhausted as he may be he returns and puts up one hell of a fight. The two clash and begin to rapid-fire exchange strikes. Edison: ”Wow look at this! It’s chaos in the ring! I’ve never seen Ness this passionate about anything in my life!”McNally: ”Nothing of course but the industry that he works in. Call him ignorant, cocky, self-centred but the man his passions and he’s damn good at what he does and that is a scientific fact!”Williams with his size earns himself an early lead eventually pushing Ness back to the ropes. Ness whips him to the other side of the ring following him to the centre. Ness springs back as Williams walks forward booting him in the chest. Ness falls to the floor and Williams attempts to pick him up but gets a thumb to the eye for his efforts. Ness quickly pushes up to his feet hitting a double leg tackle and soon they’re rolling around on the floor striking each other repeatedly. That is however, until a powerful voice interrupts them. Gingerdude: “OI! You two! Pack it in. For the last few shows I’ve had to here all this about how Ness destroyed Williams car and Williams stole Ness’s job on the roster. To that I say, this has to end now! Now, we need to settle this and I know just the way to do it. Now, Daniel, you’re bitter over the fact that Williams has a place on the ACW roster, right? Well in that case, you’ll have to fight Chris for it seeing as he appears to be the source of your aggression. What I’m proposing is a best of three between now and the travesty of a pay-per-view we call HelloGoodbye. The first match will be Monday night, the second will be Thursday and should it be necessary the final will be at Hello Goodbye in three weeks time. Daniel. If you win the best of three then you shall have a years contract earning 80,000 dollars annually. That of course is the standard issue pay for all developed new talent on the roster. Sound fair?” Edison: ”WOAHO!”McNally: ”Could you imagine that? Daniel Ness on our screens every Monday and Thursday night? I’m sure he’d make a fantastic addition to the roster no matter how you feel about him or what he does!"The crowd boo loudly in response to this as both men now are standing at the ropes and staring at Gingerdude. Ness smirks at the Chairman and nods his head in agreement while Williams spreads his arms with a look of confusion as if to say “What about me?” Gingerdude: “Now Chris you’re probably saying to yourself “What’s in it for me? Why do I have to face Ness?” and well all I’ll say is this. This applies to both of you, whoever wins the best of three which I will aptly name “The Entertainment Series” will be the Number 1 contender for Wayde Russeller’s Entertainment championship and will be able to cash it in on any given show they desire. Whether that man be Daniel Ness…” Of course, the obligatory heel heat which results in Ness spreading his arms and smiling. Gingerdude: “Or Chris Williams.” Massive cheap pop as Chris Williams walks around in a circle, slapping his chest before heading back to the ropes again. Gingerdude: “One thing is for certain, their hands will be wiped clean and they may have a nice new title belt around their waste which never hurts now does it?. The Entertainment Series starts Monday. If either of you lays another finger on each other any time between your matches I’ll call off the whole thing and make sure you both suffer because of it. And that’s it. I’m done. Good night.” McNally: ”An entertainment title shot and possibly a contract to the winner! That is definitely a suitable prize for a competition of this calibre!”Edison: ”Looks like Gingerdude is trying to straighten out everything before Hello Goodbye. I can’t wait to see how this turns out!”Ginger’s theme hits once again as the two completely different superstars stand face to face awe-struck at Gingerdude’s decision. With that, the screen turns to black.
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Post by BK London on Nov 6, 2008 19:25:24 GMT -5
Segment: I Ain't Afraid Of No Snakes! (Credit: Train)
ACW returns from a commercial break and we see a huge box shaped object in the ring, along with a man in camouflage standing next to it. The crowd questions what this could be about then we hear Gourmet Race Metal Version blare over the ACW arena. The crowd boos their once favored hungry hero as Thunder Train makes his way out from the backstage area. He is wearing an apron and has a fork and knife. Train smirks as he makes his way down to the ring. He steps into the ring and shakes hands with the man already inside. He picks up a microphone that was on top of the "box."
Thunder Train: Well...this has been quite an interesting week hasn't it? This ACW vs. OCW deal is really heating up here. But nobody really cares about that. The real story is what Thunder Train has been doing and what he will continue doing, dominating. I proved Monday that I can destroy anyone. "American Made" or his true name, Thunderkiss, thought he could try and turn me against my boys? Hah, better luck next time Kiss.
But you did stumble upon a weight that was on RSX3's shoulders, FSX. You see, what you did was good for us. You showed that FSX would eventually betray us so instead of bestowing him too much of our trust, he's gone! And now you and him can go on your little journeys together, d penetration x.... Now that we have that out of the way, let's get to why I really came out here.
Thunder Train pulls the cover of the "box" off and what the crowd sees, scares them to death. A glass container full of deadly, vicious snakes. And unlike Kennel from Hell, these things will kill you.
Thunder Train: You see, this past Monday, Snake went a bit off the deep end. Then again...he's been going off the deep end for a while now. But in the end, all of what he said last week were mind games. Now Snake, I got half the brain you do and I can guarantee that mind games won't work on the Train. Since it seems like you are already crazy, I figure, a few mind games by me won't hurt. That's why I brought my friend Jeff here. He owns a snake ranch dressing and I wanted him to bring some snakes.
Train looks toward Jeff.
Thunder Train: Now Jeff, what types of snakes do we have here today?
Jeff: Well Train, we have a horned viper snake, a cape cobra and an eastern diamondback rattlesnake.
Thunder Train: How suiting, a RATTLESNAKE! Now, what I'm going to do here is...EAT each and every one of these snakes. And I'm going to do it in under 10 seconds a piece--
Jeff: Uhh...Train...that's not a good idea. These snakes are very poisonous.
Thunder Train: Poison....that's a french dressing, right?
Jeff: N-no....It can KILL you?
Thunder Train *mockingly*: KILLLLLL ME? The only thing that is going to die here is the people from anticipation! They want to see me eat this!
Jeff: OH NO!
Train lifts the viper first. He raises it above his head and straightens it out. He slides it down his throat (XD) and swallows it hole until the head is the only thing remaining, he bites down and head snaps off. The crowd gags at the sight.
Thunder Train: OM NOM NOM NOM! Now, that wasn't so bad was it?
Jeff: Holy fucking shit, you are going to fucking die....
Thunder Train: Hahaha, silly Jeff.
Train lifts up the cobra next. This time however, he does something different, he bites the head off of the snake first and grabs the rest of the body, he then starts sucking on it, drawing out all the blood and insides of the snake. He om noms that down and throws away the body.
Jeff: OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! BRING ME RATTLESNAKE!
He goes for the rattlesnake but it jumps up and bites Train in the face. The crowd gasps as Train holds his head and falls but...Train just stands up and smiles. He takes the rattle part of the snake and puts it in his mouth. He then sucks up the snake like spaghetti and eats it, head and all.
Thunder Train: THAT WAS SOME GOOD EATING! So you see Snake, it doesn't matter what you do, the Train's mind cannot be messed with. Now, I'm sorry that you probably threw up everywhere because of what you saw, but it had to be done. The same with all of you people! Don't mess with the Train or the pain will be brought mostly in Maine when the skies are plain and hopefully not in the rain!!!
Jeff:..............................
Train leaves the ring, no music, no nothing. The crowd is silent. They have just seen one of the most strangest things ever. Train...eating snakes...on live TV......oh my God.....
Fade to black.
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