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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Segment: History In The Making
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After last week’s orchestrated beat down on OCW, Scott was feeling like a certain justice had been done. Like a wrong had been rectified. How dare they try and destroy the very foundations of this company; the history and tradition of ACW. It’s a power struggle, plain and simple, and the few men who have the balls to fight against this oppressive regime are men who should be considered heroes. Just like William Wallace and his fight against England, the power looks to be in OCW’s court, but as we all know, things can change in an instant. All it takes is one simple act of courage, one simple act of defiance to shake up this place; and Scott is all about defiance.
The Scarlet Assassin himself has been waiting patiently by the water cooler for an interview with Charlotte tonight. He keeps flicking his wrist over to take a glance at his watch before looking around for any signs of Miss King’s arrival. He decides to grab a drink from the water cooler and as he pulls the lever he hears a voice in the distance.
Charlotte: Scott, I’m here!
Scott looks up and sees the beautiful, young, Miss Charlotte King walking towards him as he takes a sip of his water.
Scott: I thought you’d ditched me for somebody else, Charlotte.
Charlotte smiles.
Charlotte: I would never ditch the Scarlet Assassin, don’t worry about that. I just got held up talking to an old friend of mine.
Scott: Well I’m not booked tonight, Charlotte, so I hope you didn’t rush off on her. We could do this later in the evening if you’d like?
Charlotte: No, Scott, it’s alright, we’ll do the interview now; I’m ready.
Scott: Well I’m always ready, so let’s get this show on the road.
Charlotte’s focus changes to the camera as she begins the interview.
Charlotte: Alright, ladies and gentleman I have with me this fine evening, one of the four men who have been waging war against Russo and OCW, of course he is none other than Scott Andrews.
The crowd cheer for the Scarlet Assassin.
Scott: Well as you know, Charlotte, it’s my pleasure to be here.
Charlotte smiles.
Charlotte: So first of all, what I want to know, and I’m sure our fans want to know, is why is this happening in ACW? Why now?
Scott: Well ya see Charlotte, it’s simple; Russo is a power hungry egomaniac who has OCW at his fingertips. It’s a shame BK can’t see that Russo is using him and the others as a means to take over the company. See, Russo is keeping them hooked by bending things in their favour, which is something I take very seriously. Why is it that they should get things handed to them on a silver platter when guys like Kudo, Senator, Jay Zero and myself work our asses to the bone and get jack squat?! Because people like Russo are nothing more than big headed gits.
Charlotte: So you believe that OCW will do anything to overtake the company?
Scott: If I shook an 8-ball right now it’d say “No Doubt About It”. These guys are out to put an end to people like me; people who have the balls to stand up for what they believe is right. We showed last week that we can play the same games they can, and that we too are a unit of mass destruction just waiting to unleash our frustrations on those sorry sons of bitches. And I really hope they wake up soon, because they’re dreaming if they think they’re going take ACW away from us.
Charlotte: What are your thoughts on the members of OCW? Why do you think they’re a part of this faction?
Scott: McKaye and Starkweather as the tag team of OCW seem to me like enforcers; lackeys of BK and Russo. But I know better than to just think that men as smart as those two would be willing to give up their minds to obey a higher power. Perhaps they’re biding their time before incinrating OCW from the inside out. Stark’s done it before, why not again?
Scott takes a quick sip of water.
Scott: Jake Cheng is the most obviously placed member of OCW; he too is just a lackey, although he brought the fight to me at Samhain, he’s still floating around underneath London. His recent actions towards BK seem to me like he’s trying to step out of his shadow, but BK just isn’t letting him. BK’s an easy one too; he wants to hold onto his title for as long as possible, and by teaming with Russo and the others he’s created a safety zone for himself. It’s cowardly and pathetic. But if they want a fight on their hands, then they’re gonna get a fight. Nothing you’ve seen between OCW and ACW is the final word; we won’t stop until OCW is dead. Because if we do stop... ACW will be forever changed in a way which I could never accept...
Scott slowly reels away from the microphone and walks off towards the bathroom. Charlotte and everyone else in the arena realises that the feelings towards OCW are not merely there because of a disagreement, a misunderstanding, or a fight over a girl; the roots of this battle are sewn as deep as the foundations of the ACW arena and the winner doesn’t just receive a shiny title belt or a contract, but a place in the history books...
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:11:40 GMT -5
“Joygasm!” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay [Earlier this evening, Double Penetration had decided to put their name into practice and ventured out onto the isle for some willing participants. Choosing everyone’s favorite pick up place, the grocery store, for some loving, the spirit of the Worldbreaker has been softened (among other things). Coming up empty handed, he returns to his confidant to vent.] Thunderkiss: This is unbelievable! Where are all the MILF’s in this joint? The lonely soccer moms? The hot stock girls?! FSX: I have no idea, buddy. Last I heard people went to places like this to buy food for their families...maybe we should be coming around closing? You know, when all the cool Mothers that abandon their children are out? Thunderkiss: Nah, we have places to be.FSX: True enough...Well, haven't you had any luck? Thunderkiss: No luck? Oh no, I’ve had luck. In fact, I have been invited to play bingo this Saturday night at the retirement community down the road. Gertrude said she has plenty of friends. Sounds like a good time if there ever was one. Wanna come? FSX: No thanks. If I ever want to dip it in the Sahara, however, I'll know where to look. But hey, as a plus they have an AMAZING sale on TV Dinners going! I'm set for life, man! Thunderkiss: I’ll pass. Lets just check out and get the hell out of here.FSX: Well, if you say so. Just don't come crying to be when you want lackluster food at speeds you can't believe... [While TK continues to struggle against his pent up sexual frustration, FSX couldn’t be merrier. Whistling while he drives his grocery cart down the isles he quickly scans the front check out stations and directs his cart to the nearest vacant stall. Dragging his feet all the way, it takes TK quite a while to catch up to his tag team partner, but when he finally does, he makes a discovery that almost makes his only eyeball pop out of its socket.] Woman: Did you find everything you were looking for - GASP!Thunderkiss: JOYTOY?JOYTOY: ..... TK? Thunderkiss: You’re working a cash register now? FSX *whispering*: Ha, I get it. She used to be working something else. Ba-ching! ~!~SLAP~!~ [TK’s face is reddened by a hand he thought he’d never see again. The sizzling heat from the blow brings his much displeasure, though he knows deep down it was more than justified.] Thunderkiss: I deserve that.JOYTOY: YES-YOU-DO. Yes, TK, I am working the cash register. Do you care to know why? Oh, I bet you do! You see, after falling in love with a big, huge dolt, I gave up my life and joined him in his profession. During this time, I bent over backwards, both figuratively and literally, for him. I gave him my heart and in return I was told but was sent packing the moment his knocked up bitch came crawling back to him! Thunderkiss: Well, that still doesn’t answer my question on why you are working here? Shouldn’t you be like, nursing?~!~SLAP~!~ [Ignorance is not tolerated by a woman scorned.] FSX: You know, if you were a masochist this would solve all our problems... Thunderkiss: Shut up.JOYTOY: I am working HERE because the medical profession kinda FROWNS UPON NURSES WHO TRY TO TRY TO ABORT THE FETUSES OF UNWILLING PARTICIPANTS! [Putting the pieces of the puzzle together, it becomes obvious that Joytoy has lost her nursing license after the “Anna Sommers” fiasco that transpired last Winter. Knowing full well what its like to lose everything, Thunderkiss can’t help but feel absolutely terrible about her predicament.] Thunderkiss: Well, damn, JT. I am really, really sorry. I’d make it up to you, but I have nothing left to give. I’ve lost everything.JOYTOY: Well, it’s good to see that karma is still alive and well in the world.Thunderkiss: You still look good, though.[Uh-oh.] JOYTOY: I do? Thunderkiss: Yeah, say ... you want to go see a movie? JOYTOY: I would. My shift ends in 10 minutes.Thunderkiss: Awesome. I’ll be up front. FSX: Wait...what?! [The jaw of Fallen Souls drops to the floor. One moment she wanted to kill him, the next she is acting as if nothing ever happened. Yes, TK is good, but no one is THAT good. Trying to make sense of the situation, he keeps simply cannot rationalize it. If only he understood the female mind. Sadly, sometimes it doesn’t matter what a man does to a woman just as long as he wears leather and drives a motorcycle.] FSX: Oh come on! Are you serious? That's so damn ridiculous. JOYTOY *smiling*: Just your bill. That will be sixty-nine dollars and sixty-nine cents. FSX: ...Now the line?Thunderkiss: Yes, now the line. [/size] FSX: Gotcha... Sure thing...we'll be paying in DOUBLE PENETRATION! [Expect more awesomeness like that to come. ..END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:12:41 GMT -5
Segment: Paranoid, Part 2 (Credit: Freeman)
There WAS somebody following him. He knew it. He had caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure more than once in the corner of his eye, and while at first he thought that he was imagining it, he was now sure that he wasn't. Jason Freeman walks down the hallway, turning left and right, lead pipe in hand. He is holding it, ready to strike. He yells at the top of his lungs
Freeman: COME ON, THEN! LET’S STOP WASTING TIME WITH THESE PETTY MINDGAMES! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE, SO COME OUT ALREADY!
He waits, and listens…nothing. Nobody responds to his calls. He continues yelling.
Freeman: OH, IS IT JAKE STEELE?! YOU WANT SOME REVENGE?! I’M STANDING RIGHT HERE SO COME AND GET IT!
He holds his pipe high, ready to take out Steele as soon as he steps out. Making sure to keep his ears keen, in case somebody comes from behind.
Freeman: COME ON STEELE, I’M RIGHT HERE WAITING FOR YOU!
Silence
Freeman: WHOEVER YOU ARE, I KNOW YOU’RE THERE, SO IT’S TIME THAT YOU---
Footsteps from behind…Freeman spins around with his pipe ready to attack whoever thought they’d catch him from behind.
Freeman: HAH!!!!!!!!! Kevin: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Kevin jumps ten feet in the air, as Freeman spins around, almost smacking him in the head with the lead pipe. Kevin shakes as he came a second away from being struck, and Freeman slowly puts his pipe down. Freeman snarls at Kevin…how dare he come from behind like that?
Freeman: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING KEVIN?! YOU DON’T JUST SNEAK UP ON SOMEBODY LIKE THAT, UNDERSTAND?!
Kevin can barely talk as he stammers trying to put a sentence together.
Kevin: I-I-I…w-w-wanted to interv-v-view y-y-you…
Freeman breathes heavily as he tries to regain his composure...and he gives Kevin the most intimidating glare he’s capable of.
Freeman: Right then. Normally, I’d consider that a waste of time…but you know what? Interview me. Listen to me. I’ve pinned Dan White. I’ve pinned Senator. I’ve pinned THUNDERKISS, whatever he calls himself. If somebody thinks that they can intimidate me they’re wrong. I’m going to be International champion in three…days, Kevin. Three! Days! So yes, we will have this interview. Just to show that whoever’s hiding in the shadows trying to scare me, has NOT gotten under my skin at all. NOT AT ALL, YOU UNDERSTAND?!
Kevin decides that it would probably be best for his health to just agree at this point.
Kevin: Yes, yes, yes! Of c-c-course!
Freeman: That’s right. Now. Interview me.
Kevin: Well, I---
Freeman: INTERVIEW ME!!!
Kevin instantly asks his first question, speaking rapidly in response to the look on Freeman’s face. So rapidly he can barely be understood.
Kevin: YoujustdefeatedAmericanMadewhatareyourthoughts?!
The effect of this paranoia has obviously had effects on Freeman tonight…but now…he seems to have finally calmed down, realizing the absurdity of his actions.
Freeman: Ah, yes. Well, Kevin let me tell you. I told “American Made” tonight my match history with Thunderkiss…and I will admit that it’s been one of my main goals for my whole career to finally defeat him. Now that I have? I’m feeling pretty good. And I assume that Steele isn’t. It’s amazing how successful I’ve been since my return. It’s all my mindset.
Kevin: I think many people were impressed by your victory last week when you pinned the Senator to get the title shot you will receive on Meltdown.
Freeman: Yes. You are looking at the next International Champion. That is a promise. I’ve done whatever I had to, and some people judged me, but look where it’s gotten me. Look at where I stand now. Look at me. I’m a man who would do anything to get what he wants, and I’ve gotten it.
Kevin: Well, while we’re talking about your success…let’s mention your match with Dan White. He wasn’t exactly happy with the ending of it, and he demanded a rematch, but you denied him one. You said that it was because he denied you?
Freeman: Ah, yes. So Dan decides that now HE wants to face ME? I just don’t see the purpose of it. I’ve beaten him before, and beating him again will be redundant. Dan served his purpose, in that as soon as I defeated him my career was effectively jumpstarted, but that’s it. His purpose is over and completed. It’s time for me to get some new competition, and continue the winning streak I have recently established.
Kevin: Well, I’d hate to challenge you, but some people think that you’re worried Dan will beat you. You had to go to pretty extreme lengths to beat him the first time, and ---
Freeman glares at him with eyes like bullets. It’s possible Kevin is regretting even saying this in the first place, but then Freeman smiles and shakes his head.
Freeman: No, I don’t see that as possible at all. Am I not entitled to move on? So just because he lost, I’m obligated to give him a rematch? Why? I won a hard-fought victory, that’s all it was. All that matters is what goes down in the record-book, and that’s that Jason Freeman beat Dan White. That’s it. It is over. I want nothing more to do with him. I didn’t care about him before, and I don’t now.
Kevin: Well, now how about your Television championship reign on Fallout, did you---
Freeman: SHH!
Freeman holds up a finger…and his eyes widen. He looks around back and forth…wildly. Kevin looks merely confused, but Freeman seems to be bugging out.
Freeman: Did you see that?!
Kevin: See…what?
Freeman: There was somebody there…did you see him! A man…I SAW HIM MOVING OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE! DID YOU SEE HIM?!
Kevin: No, I didn’t see anybody…I---
Freeman: Steele wants his revenge, Kevin, but he isn’t going to get it! This is the last straw, I’m out of here. I’ve wrestled, I can now leave.
Kevin: But, but…I have a few more questions! I---
Freeman walks off, lead pipe in hand, looking back and forth…obviously expecting an attack from Jake Steele at any moment. A confused Kevin turns to the camera to finish the segment.
Kevin: Well…you heard it folks…that was Jason Freeman, the #1 contender for the International Championship. He seems confident, but can he pull it off? We’ll find out this Thursday on Meltdown!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:17:12 GMT -5
Match 4: Thunder Train vs. Dan White vs. Jake Cheng
Opening: On paper, this match looks like a serious mis-calculation; the OCW haters of the crowd lose no time in jeering Jake Cheng, who is carrying previous injuries and up against two larger and most fierce opponents. If anything, though, this simply fires Jake up, and when the bell rings he comes out fast and furious, out-speeding both his opponents and then hitting Train with a backdrop which sends him right into Dan. The Welsh Dragon is visibly pissed off by this, and he and Train spend about 30 seconds exchanging powerful blows until Dan gets in a clever strike which allows him to shift into position and deliver the Equaliser (Reverse DDT into a Backbreaker across the knee). Train grimaces in pain and Dan goes for a pin; Train kicks out at 2 and at that moment Jake takes the opportunity to come off of one of the corners with a powerful leaping legdrop on to both opponents at once. This technically creates another pin, but it is one which is quickly broken up as both Dan and Train extricate themselves. Jake smirks, and dodges as Dan takes a run at him, only to be walloped by Train who is following right after. Throwing his weight around, Train tries to flatten Jake with an elbow drop, but Jake fortunately moves aside just in time.
Mid-match: The match continues to be a fascinating battle of wits. Jake is clearly trying to juggle a conservative strategy with his natural inclination to go all-out, and while Train and Dan appear on the surface to be keen to target the smaller superstar, in reality they are both itching to score points off of one another. There is no clear leader until Train abruptly manages to daze Dan with a shoulder claw and head strikes; Dan reels backward and Jake goes for a big hit from behind, leaping up on to Train’s back, but Train is wise to this and before Jake can lock his legs around Train he is thrown forward over Train’s shoulder. Dan recovers enough to see that Jake is vulnerable and both men break into stomping their opponent; Jake is in trouble, but he’s not out of the running and he rolls over and out of the ring – and then sneaks right under it! The crowd is confused, and so are both his foes; the camera picks Jake up first as he emerges on a different side, and he uses the ropes to propel himself upward, splitting his legs to dropkick both his opponents at once as they turn around. Kayfabe gets momentarily binned as the crowd pops massively; Jake quickly covers Train who is nearest to him, but he can’t hold down his much larger opponent. Train inadvertently gets a helping hand from Dan, who picks Jake right up and propels him again – this time into the Crackpot Innuendo (Slingshot Gutbuser). That’s almost it right there; only Jake’s determination and Train’s timely intervention denies Dan the 3 count.
Match End: After this pivotal moment, it’s a frantic race to see who will outwit their opponents first. Jake doesn’t hold back despite his injuries, and nearly takes it with a huge Second Heartbeat to Train. Train kicks out at 2.5; Jake tries to strike him again but this time Train blocks it, and whips Jake into Dan, who delivers the Stunt Bomb. Jake looks badly dazed, but Dan doesn’t get to make the cover; Train is right behind him, and before Dan can defend, Train lifts him up high and nails the Om-Nom Bomb to massive cheers. Hooking the leg, Train covers, and though Jake tries to rouse himself to break it up, Dan is unwittingly the architect of his own downfall, his own finisher rendering Jake unable to beat the 3 count. Train gets up and raises his arm in victory, but he looks tired; this is a win he’s certainly had to work for.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:18:03 GMT -5
Segment: Moment of Clarity Credit: Steele/Kudo It’s been a long Monday night, which is the usual for any ACW show. The night has seen it’s matches, watched it’s segments and now all but one match stands alone on the card. Although that one match is much more than just a Main Event for it’s competitors. It’s more than just a match Stephan Russo has thrown together in a fit of rage. This match means something to the two men involved, as they share a past together. They’ve come to blows before, fought on numerous occasions, whether that be together or against each other. They’ve shared words towards each other, some being controlled by anger, and some being controlled by respect. But all of that… tonight it will mean nothing, and at the same time everything.
Minutes before showtime and we fade into see the International Champion, Jake Steele in his locker room getting some pre-match stretches in. For anyone who knows Steele, they would know that this is a rare sight to see from him and usually is only done when he honestly sees the opponent as a threat to himself. He stretches out his legs, arms and abdomen, trying to be as limber as possible. He then switches over to pushups, and he begins counting himself down from 20. Steele counts down to about 7 when…
*Knock, Knock* [/center] Steele pauses in mid lift, looking up at the door. He groans and lifts himself up to his feet, walking over to the door and opening it up. Steele looks a bit surprised when he sees who it is, and as the camera pans around we see who the man of mystery is… Kudo Yasuda.[/I] Steele - Yasuda. Long time no nothin’ man, damn I thought you’d be warmin' up for da match right about nah.[/color] Kudo: Nope. I’ve done my meditation for tonight.Steele - Aight… den what’s up?[/color] Kudo: If you don’t mind…Kudo steps inside of the RSX3 locker room, deciding not to sit down but to stand up as Steele closes the door and makes his way over to a bench, sitting down next to his International Title.Kudo: I’ve come here because I need to be sure of something before we go out into that ring.Steele - Oh yeah? And what’s dat?[/color] Kudo: Now I have my own problems to worry about, but I’ve taken the time to observe your actions as well. I seem to recall that you once came to me to learn the ways of R-3, and since then I’ve seen you endure some pretty strenuous encounters. Your actions may not have been the ideal actions I would have recommended, but when it came down to it, you did prove many people wrong. And now, I see that nearly everyone in the International Division is coming at your head and times like these can devour the minds of weaker willed champions. In other words, one can get pretty desperate to prove their worth. And sometimes they try to prove that worth against the nearest person they can get their hands on...Steele - What you tryin’ to say Kudo? You think I’mma go out there and do dis match with you, wait till’ ya back is turned and smash you in da back of da head with a chair? You think I’mma low blow you at da last minute and pick up a quick victory? Or maybe you think I’mma call Thundah Train and X down to da ring to rough you up befo’ da bell can even ring.[/color] Kudo: No, but as I said I know the pressure on people to pretty much do anything to prove they’re not a joke when they have been taken for one. I just want to know if you are going there to put on a respectful match like I know you can, or a match that will benefit only yourself.Steele - Look, Kudo. Incase you didn’t notice, I don’t respect a lot of niggas in ACW. Thundah Train, XS3, those are dudes dat I can respect. And even afta’ all da shit you and me been through, I sit here right nah and say dat almost everyone on Team ACW is weak. I’ll sit here and say dat everyone in OCW is weak. Den I’ll say dat you are da only person I respect dats involved in dis entire OCW power struggle bullshit. I go down my own path, you know dat. But through it all I still keep da words you spoke to me about R-3 intact.[/color] Steele picks up his International Title and he sits up from the bench. Steele adjusts the title over his shoulder and he steps to Kudo.Steele - So to answer ya question… I’m going out there to show Russo dat we aren’t two people to be fucked with.[/color] Kudo: That is good to he-Steele - But. Dat doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be tryin’ to win. I’ll see you out dea…lock da door when you leave.[/color] Jake Steele brushes past Kudo and begins to make his way out of the room.Kudo: In that case, lesson well learned. R-3 and I would consider any less a failure. Steele continues out the door as Kudo looks on, something still not sitting well in his stomach for his match later tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:18:30 GMT -5
Segment: Paranoid, Part 3 (Credit: Freeman/??)
Fade into the backstage, and Jason Freeman takes a slow gulp as he throws his kit bag over his shoulder, clutching the lead pipe firmly in both hands. The shadowy figure seems to have finally stopped following, and he takes a deep sigh....not before suddenly turning, almost on instinct, and thrusting his pipe down into thin air.
Freeman: I could've sworn Steele was there...
He sighs, turning back around and determined not to look like a paranoid wreck. He opens the door ahead of him, heading into the parking lot. He shuts the door firmly behind him, resting behind it, closing his eyes. He's almost at his car, and he's almost home. Maybe then he'll be able to earn a much-needed rest. He looks at his car, smiles and flicks out the keys from his pocket. He presses the button, unlocking the car. He approaches it, ope-
SMACK!
Freeman's head is smashed off the side of the door, and slumps to the ground, clutching his skull. His pipe flies out of his hands, and before he can get to it to defend himself....a foot steps on top of the lead pipe. The camera pans upwards, and we see the culprit. But the culprit is not Jake Steele. It is in fact, Dan White and the Royles, and the arena almost implodes with cheers. The camera pans out again, as the trio look down on Freeman, the two Royles bearing cricket bats, with Dan holding his trademark tennis racket, smirking down on their foe, who manages to look up at his attackers, somewhat surprised to see that it's not Steele.
Dan: Listen, you little gobshite. This is what you get for being a dirty little rat last month in trying to get your own way. I tell you to piss off? You go behind my back and weasel your way into the match by licking Russo's arse.
Freeman groans as he clutches his head again, clearly having had it smacked hard off the door.
Dan: Growing up in Cardiff, this is how we had to do things. Me and my boys would have to beat a rival to within an inch of his life before we got what we wanted. Weed, coke, pills, whatever the goon had in his pockets. Now, you don't seem like the drug taking type.
Freeman looks up silently, expecting the inevitable beating.
McGroin: So, it's a question of whether you have, what we want.
Dan smirks, allowing his pals to get their word in.
Biggin: You wouldn't last two seconds in a Cardiff council estate, you filth.
Freeman: Well what do you want, then?!
Dan pauses, smirking again.
Dan: I want a match at HelloGoodbye. One on one. A rematch.
Freeman takes another look at the men surrounding him, and bitterly glares at Dan.
Freeman: Looks like I have no choice, huh?
Dan smirks even more.
Dan: Now you understand!
He smashes his tennis racket against Freeman's car door, the barbs sticking into the paintwork and scratching it off. The Royles laugh in the background as the trio leave Freeman on the floor clutching his head, and reluctantly facing a rematch against Dan White.
Fade Out.
OOC: Mystery segment credit goes to Dan.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:19:55 GMT -5
Match 5: Kudo Yasuda vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Jake Steele)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 10, 2008 17:21:34 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Change (Credit: BK London) It's been quite a hectic Warfare tonight, with a few matches under our hands and some worthwhile segments - the fans are getting absolutely what they paid for this evening down here in Flair Country. However, the funs ceases once "Russo's Theme" pumps through the speakers to the dismay of the fans in attendance. The Co-Chairman isn't normally seen alone, but on this occassion, he definitely looks like he has something to get off of his chest considering what happened to his team on Meltdown last Thursday.
Strutting down to the ring, he looks out into the sea of fans who continue to boo him and jeer him - but it doesn't phase him too much. He stomps his way up the steel steps and now stands before the ropes and stops. He turns over to Phillip who's still standing in the center of the ring, and without wasting any time, the ring announcer we've all grown to love quickly races over to the ropes and pulls it down for the Chairman.
Finally, Russo enters and he swipes the microphone away from the ring announcer before banishing him from his sight. Russo now stands in the middle of the ring. His ring.Chairman Russo: So over the past couple of weeks - nay, the past couple of months, OCW and ACW has been at each other's necks. Whether it was with the championship on the line or not, the battle lines were clearly drawn and it may have turned out better for us a few times, and it may have turned out well in the favor of ACW a few times. But over the past couple of weeks, this battle has escalated to a whole 'nother level. This battle has not escalated into simply just a battle of words, or who's got the bigger accomplishments here in ACW - oh no, this battle has grown into straight up guerrilla warfare. And ladies and gentlemen, that's just how I like it... Russo continues to strut around the ring with the microphone in hand, as he speaks at a reasonable pace to emphasize each and every statement he makes.Chairman Russo: When I joined this company just a mere five months ago, I had no intention of doing what I am doing currently. My only intention was revenge, and the best way to get revenge was stealing the top talent that ACW had to offer at the time. But yet, stealing the talent that seemed to be under the radar when it came to the World Championship. You see, trying to convince Sarin, or Thunderkiss, or Fallen Souls at that time would've probably been a great idea - but I knew that two things. One, it was too risky to possibly conduct while still staying anonymous, and two - its the simple matter that...that...that they all sucked. You see, whether you want to admit it or not, before BK London, it was a LONG TIME before anyone truly paid attention to the state of the World Championship. Sure, you had your battles with Wyvern and Stark, Hunter and Jake, Sarin and Thunderkiss - but still, all of those matches were overshadowed by other talent on the card. They didn't live up to their main event name, they didn't live up to their main event status. The only one who truly did was BK London. And was he being treated fairly? When he was battling Adrian Flamingo, everyone took watch - but did any of them recieve a World Championship shot? No. Instead we had scrubs like Jonny Hughes, Nick Durden, and Dan White main eventing PPVs in forgettable matches. It was time for a change ACW...a drastic one... Change. It's a word being used quite a lot around these parts, but it seems that Russo has been the only one to deliver his word.Chairman Russo: So I took BK London under my wing and then followed up with Jake Cheng. BAM! Instant success. World Champion and International Champion. Then we grew in numbers with the addition of Henry McKaye and AC Evans - and with our unstoppable quartet at the time, I knew that this goal of just extracting my revenge was a small minded one. It was time to think big. It was time to go for all the marbles. It was time to take back what's mine. You see, without me - without GFWWE - this company would be nothing. This company wouldn't have the stars that you saw of the past, and they wouldn't have built the way for the stars you see now. Chairman Gingerdude simply stole my talent, stole my dreams, and stole my life - yet I'm the bad guy, huh? Chairman Gingerdude stole my talent and made them into sideshows, made them into jokes, and got each of you sheep to follow and cheer for them. What you call excellent, I call mediocre! The tone in Russo's voice gets much louder, as you can feel the emotion coming off of him.Chairman Russo: ACW is in need of a change ladies and gentlemen, and whether you like it or not - that change is coming very soon. We're only 12 days from Hello Goodbye, where whether you like it or not - OCW is finishing the job we started here. And there is no one - NO ONE that can sto- "Gingerdude's theme" interrupts the rant of the Co-Chairman to the delight of the fans in the crowd. The original Chairman steps through the curtains with a microphone in his hand, and decides to keep his distance from Russo and stays at the top of the stage. The music eventually dies down and Ginger now speaks.Chairman Gingerdude: Stealing talent, huh? Mediocre, huh? No no no. What you attempted to pull off and call it a federation - THAT was mediocre. You see, just because many people don't remember that much of GFWWE, you're trying to have us believe that it was some great fed - trying to add some credibility to it's legacy- but I remember GFWWE, I remember it all. And GFWWE was nothing more than a piss poor federation with an owner who didn't know what the hell he was doing. You allowed the wrestlers to run wild and control each and every decision you made. Match results were decided by pretty much chance. The rosters were shitty, the talent were far from good to compete, and management was a joke. I didn't steal anything Russo, all the talent from Latino to Alicia Kitsune to The Macho Man RDK found themselves over here. Hell, even BK London, Jake Cheng, and The Senator wandered over to the promise land sooner or later. Face it Russo, you aren't fit to run a company - you aren't even fit to control a decent stable. OCW's downfall is imminent, and you know it! Chairman Russo: I know it?! I know it?! The only thing I know is tha- Chairman Gingerdude: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! And Russo does...for some reason.Chairman Gingerdude: I've had to sit through your talking long enough. For the past five months, you've been making my life a living hell. You've taken 50% of what I earned and you've managed to persuade some of my finest talent that somehow, siding with you will lead them to glory. Well I've had enough. I've reached my boiling point, either you go Russo or I go - because this roster isn't big enough for Two Chairmans anymore! Chairman Russo: You know what, for once you're speaking my language. And I'll be glad when you pack your bags and get the hell out of my company, the sooner - the better! Chairman Gingerdude: You still don't get it, do you? We're going to settle this the only way I know how Russo, and that's in a match. Russo chuckles it up.Chairman Russo: Are you serious in entertaining the thought that you could take on ME in the ring? You've got to be joking.. Chairman Gingerdude: No no no Russo! You see, we're not going to be fighting. Because I want the wrestlers who are currently showing that they want ACW to survive. I want the wrestlers that hate the thought of OCW as much as I do, and want to see you out of here to defend their federation. So, what I'm saying - is my four men, The Senator, Kudo Yasuda, Scott Andrews, and Jay Zero...against your four men, BK London, Jake Cheng, Henry McKaye, and Starkweather - in one match at Hello Goodbye. One match that will determine the fate of OCW and ACW. One match, where it's all on the line. If I win, you're absolutely out of here - FOR GOOD. And if you win.. Chairman Russo: ...if I win, the company is mine! I like the idea. I like the idea a lot. And just because I am so confident in my four men, YOU'RE ON CHUMP! A huge pop for the announcement of this epic battle between good and evil. But it isn't over yet..Chairman Gingerdude: Good that you agree. And one more thing Russo, it won't be just some ordinary match. Russo, prepare - for War Games! "Gingerdude's Theme" hits, and Chairman Gingerdude makes his way to the back with massive crowd support behind him. Meanwhile, Chairman Russo stands in the ring and looks absolutely shocked. He says to himself "War Games?", and the thought of the massive steel structure with his four men in the ring and everything on the line quickly races through his head. It's not one of Russo's finest thoughts...
Will the risk live up to the award for Russo?
Or is the end of OCW imminent, just as Gingerdude has predicted?
Jay Zero, The Senator, Kudo Yasuda and Scott Andrews
versus.
BK London, Jake Cheng, Henry McKaye, and Starkweather
HELLO GOODBYE
WAR GAMES 2008 [/center] Not a lot you can say after an event like that, really. So... Fade to Black. End of Show.[/i]
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Post by BK London on Nov 10, 2008 20:10:19 GMT -5
Too many missing spots in the show, but I did like the ending. >_>
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Post by xs3 on Nov 10, 2008 20:33:13 GMT -5
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES.
*marks out*
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Post by bryce on Nov 11, 2008 7:22:46 GMT -5
Good show, but as mentioned too many missing spots.
I particularly enjoyed Freeman's segments, he sure is on a roll lately.
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