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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 18:57:45 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown November 13, 2008
ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour Tampa, Florida St. Pete Times Forum (16,000)
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rookie’s Chance to Shine
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Wayde Russeller vs. American Made - Entertainment Title Match
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Jay Zero and The Senator vs. Mystery Team - Tag Team Title Match
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Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman - International Title Match
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BK London vs. Mystery Opponent - OCW Title
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 18:59:05 GMT -5
Segment: Surprise Surprise (Credit: BK London / ?)
It's the Make Your Own Matches Meltdown Mania, that's right, quadruple M night, and the crowd in Orlando, Florida is absolutely electric for the matches tonight.
The polls have already closed, and the matches are final, but the first result to be announced for tonight is ironically the last match on the card - the OCW Heavyweight Championship Match. "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco pounds through the sound system and massive heat from the fans fills up the arena. As the champion steps through the curtain, the seven pound championship belt rests comfortably on his shoulders, and he wastes absolutely no time making his way down the ramp to the ring.
He doesn't look too happy, possibly with the fact that he possibly can face two men who he absolutely despises, and one man who is on his team - who he has had a bit of friction with lately. In a nut shell, there is no win in this situation, whoever may win the poll - but BK London has his own assumptions. He walks to the center of the ring with the microphone in his hand, and he interjects.
BK London: Alright monkey, alright - cut the music.
The needle is put on, and the record scratches - bringing an end to the tunes of Lupe Fiasco.
BK London: Alright folks, you know - I've been texting away at your cell phones and typing away in front of your computers for a full week, deciding who's going to be the man who will attempt to take this championship - MY CHAMPIONSHIP - away from me. So, I figure, why should we wait until the end of the show to delay the inevitable? Why should we wait until the end of the show to state the obvious?
The fans murmur amongst themselves.
BK London: I know that each of you voted for the man that I seem to have the most history with. I know each of you voted for the man, with the one catch phrase that to me sounds like someone is choking a friggin' cat.
"OoOoOoOooOoOoOoH Yeah!", is said by a few fans in the crowd. It's quite inaudible. We even cut to a die hard fan in a Macho Man RDK get up.
BK London: ...so come on, let's bring out The Macho Man RDK...let's bring out the man who's going to face me for my OCW Heavyweight Championship tonight!
There is a brief pause after London's phrase as he waits, as the crowd does, for the imminent return of The Macho Man RDK. The arena begins to fill up with the chants for the three initials "R-D-K! R-D-K! R-D-K!", and the anticipation is driving people nuts. But that's not what they get. Instead, a very quiet brooding is heard going through the speakers. And then a voice comes through, saying something no one thought they would hear again.
...AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM...
The fans erupt as "1776" by Iced Earth pounds through the speakers with insurmountable force. After a moment's pause, Andrew Hunter emerges from behind the curtain, and takes a rather relaxed position at the top of the stage. He looks over the audience, who continue to cheer loudly for him, and then with a flash of his trademark smirk he proceeds to walk down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and comes face to face with BK London, who has managed to bring his surprise down to a show of immense confidence. He shakes his head.
BK London: Well Hunter, it's nice to see you. Nice to see the few months away have been doing good to your physique. Now, if you will kindly take a few steps the right...or left for that matter, I'm waiting for my opponent for tonight.
Hunter: Oh, there's another Hunter? Cause that's the name of the person who won your stupid little poll. Let's wait together.
Hunter turns and stands side-by-side with London, looking up at the stage and whistling as the fans chuckle.
BK London ....get out of here. You're lying, you're absolutely lying. Security? Security? Please escort this ex-champion out of my ring, I have serious matters to attend to.
Hunter: Well, all right, let's make a believer out of you, then. Show him the numbers, monkeys.
And like magic, the official results of the poll appears on the Alphatron - and we see that in dead last place with a mere 15% is the current OCW stable member - Jake Cheng. And we see, just losing to Hunter with 40%, 5% less than what Hunter got, is none other than The Macho Man RDK - and this doesn't sit well with the Machomaniacs in the crowd. The Machomaniacs make their voices known and begin booing the mess out of Hunter.
Hunter: Yes, because RDK is still relevant in today's society. The last time RDK did anything that mattered to anyone, Pluto was still a planet. You bitches are holding out for a relic, I'm the only person on that list of contenders who's even still around.
Pause. London gives him a look.
Hunter: Well, Jake doesn't matter.
Ouch.
BK London: ...enough of the small talk. So you, you're really going to go ahead with this and face me tonight? The man who lost his title to Jake Cheng expects to do the impossible and win back the championship from me tonight? You're kidding, right?
Hunter: If I was kidding I'd say, two dogs and an Ethiopian child walk into a bar. The dogs fuck while the Ethiopian dies from starvation.
The audience goes quiet. Hunter has not changed very much.
Hunter: The point is, management called me up with the opportunity of returning, facing you, and possibly winning the ACW---
BK London: OCW.
Hunter: ...the what?
BK London: Maybe you've fell out the loop a little too long there Hunter. You see, there is no more "ACW Championship" as you were about to incorrectly phrase. The only World Championship here, the only championship around here that matters, has the three initials of "O-C-W" on it.
Hunter: Yes. Well. Whatever. Possibly winning the World Championship. And I said no. Then they give me a monetary sum that more than pleased me, and so here I am.
BK London: Prostituting yourself again Hunter? Didn't the feds bust you last time you pulled a stunt like that? But in all seriousness, do you really think you deserve to step back into the title scene after being away for nearly a year and not even giving us an update? Do you really think you deserve to hold this championship belt?
Hunter: Well, no, that's not the case. I'd gladly kick your ass any day for free. But for a paycheck? Oh that just makes it all the more exciting.
The fans cheer loudly for Hunter, who continues to smirk while looking around. He's pleased with himself, if anything.
BK London: ....anyone ever tell you that you're as stupid as you look?
Hunter: Yes.
BK London: And do you actually think you have any chance in beating me? I've held this title for the past few months - took on all challengers, and still NONE of them have been able to dethrone me. So I ask you the same question I asked everyone else who stepped up to the plate. What make you think that you - YOU of all people - will do any better?
Hunter: I have something the others don't.
BK London: And what's that?
Hunter: Talent.
BK London: Tell me, aren't you wasting your time making peanuts for taking part in shitty independent films about the Darfur crisis?
Hunter: Well it's better than groping sweaty men for a strap of leather, isn't it?
BK London: ...moving on. The fact of the matter is that I've taken on all comers, some bigger than you - some smaller than you. Some older than you, most younger than you, and they've all fell to the feet of the great BK London. I guarantee victory tonight, and that's all that needs to be said - chump.
Hunter: Meh, you keep thinking that. Regardless of who goes home the champion, I'm the one who's gonna go home with his dignity intact. Because I promise you, London - I'm going to break yours.
And with that, Hunter drops his microphone just as the music of "1776" hits the speakers again. The fans give him a warm reception and he walks back to the top of the stage, posing for everyone and taking in the glory of the moment. He looks down at BK London with a hint of a faded smile, and then turns away from everyone and disappears once more behind the curtain. The champion, in the mean time, just stares down the stage.
Cut to Commercial
(OOC Note: Second credit goes to Hunter, obviously)
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:01:29 GMT -5
Segment: Planning Ahead Credit: Wayde Russeller and Daniel Ness
The camera is in the back focusing on a door. The door is unclear at first but once the focus is found it is clearly shown to be none other than the locker room of Chairman Gingerdude. On the inside of the door, Gingerdude sits at his desk sifting through paper work and legal documents surrounding the big match at the PPV that will decide the fate of ACW.
He picks up one paper to read but suddenly jumps, sending all the papers flying into a mess on the floor as the door to his office is kicked open. Ginger tries to grab some of the papers but to no avail. He looks up to see the Entertainment Champion, Wayde Russeller, He rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air.
Ginger: WAYDE! What the hell is wrong with you!
Wayde: What's wrong with me?!?!? Have you seen the chaos around me lately??
Ginger: I was almost done sifting these papers and now you blow in here like a hurricane and mess everything up! Who is gonna clean this now?
Wayde: Well your still the Chairman for now...don't you have some old useless women on pay roll to clean up messes? Like AK or Yoko?
Ginger: Do you even know how much trouble your mouth is going to get you into one day?
Wayde: Not really, I know it's gonna be bad but how bad is anyone's guess.
Gingerdude shakes his head.
Ginger: OK now that we've established that you destroyed my office and you’re an arse, what did you come in here for anyway?
Wayde: Oh right! I want to talk to you about the Entertainment Series thing with the two no names. That is a joke right?
Ginger: A joke? Mr. Russeller this is definitely NOT a joke. The winner gets a shot at your belt on whatever show they want. Why, you’re not scared are you?
Wayde: Scared?!? Scared?!?! No I am not scared! But come on Gingy! Do you see my life right now? I have people coming back from the dead to flip me the bird, I spent a night in jail and let’s just say I had to fight hard to not be the horse! I have to fight American Made for my title tonight and then I have to give that ass A.C. Evans his shot. And then what? I have to worry about dumb or dumber coming after me? Where does it end?!?!
Just then the door opens again and Ginger smile as another wrestler walks in. Wayde Russeller turns around to see Daniel Ness standing there with a smile on his face.
Ness: “It’s funny really. This two bit side-show reject chump failed to even mention the fact that he’s going to have to win tonight before he even has to worry about the Entertainment Series! Y’know, when OCW take over and parade their superiority over you while you stand in line waiting for your “gyro” Mr. Chairman?"
Wayde breathes in deeply and looks at Ness with a hard look as does Ginger. Both men though enemies are united through their hatred for Ness..
Wayde: Why don't you run along and mind your own business.
Ness: “See I actually was doing that. The Ness Factor here was walkin’ backstage looking to buy a soda and all I hear is someone with a mouth the size of the Stephan Russo Memorial Hall blabbering crap about how Yoko Satoshi and Alicia Laureano are old maids. If Alicia heard that, the undeveloped foetus growing in her stomach would crawl out through her mouth and kick the crap right out of you with the stumps of its legs!”
Wayde: Is that all you wanted chump? To come judge my choice of words. I have earned the right to talk about whoever I want, I have been champion for 91 freakin’ days. No one can touch me.
Ness puts on a fake look of panic. He leans back putting his arms out shaking his head from side to side waving his hands at Wayde.
Ness: ”OH NO! Folks at home turn off your TV! It’s that part of the show again!”
Ginger: What time is that?
Ness: ”The recurring segment on our favourite Monday and Thursday night wrestling shows where Chump Softwood here begins to spout his crap about how he’s the greatest champion since Sliced Bread No. 2! Son you wouldn’t last a show in Fallout.”
Ginger chuckles as Wayde takes a step into Ness’s face. He stares into his eyes trying to intimidate him while Ness just looks back with a smirk. Wayde takes the belt around his shoulder and holds it up to Dan's face.
Wayde: You see this? You will never take this from me. You and the Williams kid are jokes. No matter what show show you choose, you will not beat me.
Ness: ”Taking the exception to the line about me but not Williams being a joke, I couldn't agree with you any more Wayde.”
Wayde: You...agree with me?
Ness: ”Why yeah I think I do actually. Yes that’s right. I will never win that belt from you because American Made is going to whip your ass all around the building, make you scream for your pretty ‘girlfwiend’ to shift her skanky ass out there and try and save your ass. I couldn’t beat Thun-… erm, American Made when I threw everything at him. I’ll be damned if you can.”
Wayde: Why you li...
Ness: ”Shut up douchebag. No, this isn't Wayde's World, this is MY World. Amateur Hour ended 10 minutes ago. Here is the deal, this Entertainment Series is going to happen. I am going to win the contract, the 5,000 dollar bonus and the title shot in one fell swoop. The punchline is this, I’m taking your title. I don’t care if I have to face you, go for Round 2 with American Made or anyone else on your roster. Soon Chris Williams will be a thing of the past, soon American Made will be a thing of the past… And you know what? Soon, Wayde Russeller will be a thing of the past. As there is no best, only Daniel Ness.”
Wayde has heard enough out of the cocky ex-open weight champion and does not want any chance of him getting a title shot so he turns his attention to Gingerdude.
Wayde: Ginger, you better think twice before letting this Entertainment Series continue...
Ginger: I have thought twice, three time, even ten times. This series is going on, now get out of my office.
Wayde: You know what, screw you both. Ginger, you won't be around after Sunday anyway and Ness, you are a nobody. I'll show you all tonight why I am...Pure Entertainment.
Wayde turns to leave but Ness is still in his way. They stare at each other for a few seconds before Ness slides over.
Ness: ”Good luck.... champ. Though nobody will calling you that after tonight.”
With that, Wayde storms out of the dressing room. Ness and Gingerdude share a laugh at his frustration before Ginger looks around at the papers on the floor. He signals to Ness with a sign asking him to help pick them up. Ness laughs and walks out leaving Ginger in his room surrounded by the mess.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:02:55 GMT -5
Segment: ACW Warfare vs. Meltdown 2009 (Featuring Fallout) Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams
As the show cuts to the next scene, the words “Earlier Today” flash up in a corner at the bottom of the screen. A ring has been set up in the middle of a bright warehouse-like facility, modern and new looking. Around the ring, a few camera men focus their equipment on the men in the ring, while some others with laptops sit at tables, engrossed in their work. Two men stand in the middle of the ring, however they are not necessarily dressed in traditional wrestling garb. They were full body dark-blue jumpsuits, and have numerous little balls attached to various places on their bodies. They are doing some motion capturing for the next instalment of the ACW’s mass selling computer game…Warfare vs. Meltdown 2009.
The two men are by no means big, however one looks to have much more muscle mass than the other. It is this man who is doing all the impressive moves, as the other is forced to take them, being lifted and dropped onto the mat repeatedly. As the camera zooms in closer to show us who is hitting all the moves, a man outside calls for them to take a break. The one hitting the moves leaves the other lying on the floor, red in the face and out of breath.
Dave Tyler pulls off the mask covering his head and hair. He looks down at the guy on the floor.
Dave: Hey dude? You ok? You’re taking quite a beating.
Man: Awwwhhhh….
A voice comes from outside the ring; the same man who said that they could take a break.
Other Man: Ok guys. When we start back up, we'll be working on the signature moves.
Man: AAAWWWWHHHH!
Dave laughs and nods, before heading to the ropes. He bends down as a man comes over and offers him a towel and a bottle of water. The other man, still on the ground in pain, is offered nothing. Tyler climbs out through the ropes and sits on the apron, taking a drink. His eyes are fixed on something behind the camera though. Footsteps are heard, approaching him.
The camera pans slightly to the right, and shows someone else. Chris Williams stands beside Tyler. The two men look at each other, an awkward silence passing between them, both smiling as if they have something on their minds.
Dave: Hey Williams. What’s up? Here to wish me luck in my match tonight?
Williams: Hah... we tried the whole "luck" thing last week. Remember how that worked for us?
Dave: Well, I came close to beating American Made, didn't I? I mean, damn, it was so close.
Williams: And I had Jason Freeman too... but Lady Luck just wasn't on our side that night...
Dave: Yeah, yeah. Ok. Fine. Luck was against us. Still, we may have lost, but that’s not going to keep us down for long. Is it? It's not going to stop me anyway. I've learnt from my loss.
Williams: So have I. I’ve learned that you can’t trust a piece of scum like Ness to save it for inside the ring, and the next time he comes at me… I’ll be ready.
Dave: Good. Glad to hear that Chris. See, as I said on Monday, it's always important to learn from your loss. A lot of people have said they see great things ahead for us, and you know what. I believe them.
Williams: Yeah, that seems to be the talk… I mean, people have been saying it to me since I got in the business, but it’s nice.
Dave: Nice? It's bloody awesome. I mean, we've obviously got a fan in XS3. But now dude. We've got to prove it. I know you've got talent and potential…
Williams: Don’t start about how I haven’t proven anything, bud… You’re still pretty new to this business…
Dave: Hey, dude, calm down. All I'm saying is that we BOTH have to step it up a notch. Something I plan on doing tonight in my match which the fans have voted for.
Williams: Oh… so you’re a shoe-in for the match, you think? That’s nice. Positive thinking, that’s the ticket. But when it turns out that I, not you, am in the match, I hope you’ll enjoy watching me throw a whoopin.
Dave: Chris. I know you've got potential and I hope that feeling is mutual. May the best man win the vote.
Williams: Now that sounds like a good idea… [/color] Williams extends his arm for a handshake, and just as Dave is about to accept and shake his hand, he is called back to finish the motion capture. Dave stops short of shaking Williams’ hand, smirks, and runs back to the ring. FADE OUT.[/center]
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:04:26 GMT -5
Kevin Anderson: Alright, it’s the first match of the night – and you all had the choices of choosing which Rookie will face which veteran. Would it be…Dave Tyler vs. Alex Richmond, Chris Williams vs. Predator, Si-Sig-Sijwe-Sijweh Angoota vs. Daniel Ness, or AC Evans vs. Mr. Red. And the results are…
Right on the Alphatron for people to see.
Which Rookie gets a jumpstart to their ACW legacy??[ /u]
Williams/Preedator: ||||||||||||||||||||||||| - 30% Tyler/Richmond : ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| - 40% Evans/Red: ||||||||| - 10 % Anguta/Ness: |||||||||||||| - 20%
Match 1: Rookie’s Chance to Shine (Credit: Freeman)
It's the rookie's chance to shine match, and Alex Richmond vs Dave Tyler has been selected. Tyler intends to make good on the stipulation, as he charges forward from the start and brings it to Richmond with quick strikes, and knees. He has a chance to get a strong win tonight, and does whatever he can to acchieve it. Richmond is a bit taken aback, expecting an easy contest, but he soon attempts to grab Tyler, hoping to use his size advantage to power him down, and then wear him out with his technique. Richmond throws a shot, but Tyler ducks, and bounces off the ropes jumping off with a springboard crossbody that takes Richmond down for a quick one count, before he gets back up and to his feet. He attempts to grab Tyler again, but Tyler ducks under and rolls up Richmond...1....2...and Richmond kicks out! Tyler comes forward, but this time Richmond grabs him and hits a hiptoss. Tyler rolls through however, and is on his feet before Richmond is! Tyler dropsaults Richmond, who falls backwards, and Tyler quickly runs to the turnbuckle, and climbs to the top rope. Richmond charges off the ground however, and grabs Tyler, flipping him off the turnbuckle into the center of the ring.
From that point, Richmond is finally able to slow Tyler down, working his left leg, to stop his quickness. He has about five minutes of elbow drops to the knee, and rest holds involving twisting the leg. Tyler fights back by kicking with his other leg, but Richmond shuts him down with a stomp to his injured one. Richmond keeps in control, managing to take advantage of his technical prowess, as expected. He gets Tyler up, hitting a northern lights suplex, and goes for the bridge, but Tyler kicks out. As Richmond waits for Tyler to kick out, he gets ready to bring him down for some more punishment...but as he advances, Tyler, surprises him by getting him into a hard russian leg sweep! Richmond hits the ground hard, and Tyler stands, hobbling on his hurt leg, before hitting a nice senton, and as Richmond stands again Tyler jumps and hits a hurricanrana! Tyler is limping over to the turnbuckle, and climbs it as quickly as he can, hitting a frog splash! 1...2....Kick out!
Tyler almost won, and he now wants to finish this while he has momentum. His movements are limited because of Richmond's work on his leg, and therefore a lot of his moveset is unable to be pulled off, but that doesn't stop his will to win. He whips Richmond into the corner, and hits a high knee, although without much velocity due to his inability to run fast. He grabs Richmond by the head, and is going for the Future Endeavor'd!, but Richmond knees him hard in the gut, before grabbing him...and putting him up for the Bottom Dollar, and he hits it! 1...2....3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Alex Richmond
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:06:58 GMT -5
Segment: First Impressions, Final Thoughts (Credit: Hunter / Senatorial Stable) As we return from the commercial break, we are instantly treated to the sight of Andrew Hunter, walking briskly through the halls of ACW once again. The fans cheer loudly for this image, one that has not graced their presence for a while. Hunter relishes in the moment and proceeds to stride down the hallway, until he eventually reaches a door that is all too familiar to him: one that reads "Senatorial Stable." He takes off his sunglasses and takes a small breath, and then quickly enters. As he closes the door behind him, a new face greets him: that of AC Evans. The man stares at him with a look of confusion yet pleasant surprise, while Hunter simply stares at him blankly. He looks off to the side for a moment, and then returns his glance. And finally, after a long pause, he speaks.Hunter: What in fuck? Evans: ...well hey there, Hunter. Pleased to finally meet you. Pause.Hunter: What in fuck? Evans: I'm new to the Senatorial Stable, if you can't tell. Hunter: What in fuck? Evans: Is that the only thing you know how to say? Hunter: Past the odd innuendo, pun, and clever line of word play? Basically. Evans: Well okay then. The door behind Hunter opens, and Hunter takes a step to the side to let the Senator enter. Hunter grins in seeing his old friend, and the Senator is quite instantly taken aback. The Senator smiles and quickly embraces Hunter, and then takes a step back to look over him with a smile.Senator: I must say, Hunter, you still look just as good as before you left. How have you managed to keep yourself together? Are you wrestling somewhere else, or...? Hunter: I've still been training a lot. Weights and the like. I'm lighter than I used to be, but still fairly strong. I'm sure I can pull off the moves I used to be able to. Senator: While I am, of course, glad to see you back here and I am glad to see you make a return to the ring--- Hunter: It's not. It's just this one match. I'm wrestling for a decent paycheck, I'm running out of Honey Nut Cheerios. I'm still done with all of this. Senator: ...well, fair enough, but are you sure that BK London is the person you want to wrestle? Mr. London has proven himself to be quite the ruthless man as of late, and with OCW firmly in control, I can hardly image this would be an easy match to come back to. Hunter: He and I have an interesting track record, I think. And while I've not been paying much attention to what's been happening here, I've tuned in occasionally. He still looks like a cock, and my purpose in life is to beat cocks...like...him... Pause.Hunter: ...well all right then. There is another awkward pause, until the door opens once more and Jay Zero starts entering the room. Hunter's eyes instantly widen, and he lunges his foot forward at Zero's head, who quickly jumps back out of the room. Hunter slams the door shut and presses his weight against it ferociously.Hunter: Quick! Zero's trying to get in! The two other men just stare at him. He stops pushing the door, realizing that no one's fighting to get in. He looks at the Senator.Hunter: Him too? The Senator nods.Hunter: Fuck me. He opens the door and locks eyes with Jay Zero, who leans carefully against the doorway, his arms folded and his Tag Team Title resting over his shoulder. Zero: ...Nice to see you too, dickwad. He enters the room and pushes past Hunter, lightly brushing shoulders with him as he takes a seat on the couch. Hunter stares at him in a rather disinterested manner, no doubt trying to hide his contempt.Hunter: Yes, well, lovely. As much as I love nostalgia, I think I'm done here. I still have a hefty amount of things to take care of. He turns to go, but when he is outside of earshot from the rest of the stable, the Senator quickly runs up to him.Senator: Wait, Hunter...did you ever figure out...you know? Hunter's complexion turns a very noticeable pale shade, and he does not answer for a moment. After a loud cough from Zero breaks the silence, Hunter nods slightly.Hunter: Admittedly not my best work, but it did the job. The Senator raises an eyebrow.Senator: What? Hunter: I did what I had to do, let's put it that way. Senator: So there is nothing left to worry about? Hunter: Not in that department. Senator: So...why not consider a return? Pause. Hunter dips his head as a show of annoyance, disappointment, and contemplation all at once. His answer is as vague and simple as the rest of his thoughts.Hunter: I'm not done yet. But I'll let you know. And with that, he leaves the room. The Senator stares at the closed door for a moment, and then turns to face the rest of his stable mates with a shrug. While Zero continues to read a magazine silently in the corner, Evans just looks around the room. They look back at the Senator, who simply shrugs again and mouths "I don't know" at them.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:07:40 GMT -5
Segment: Train might be hungry but how much can he eat? (Credit: Train/XS3) Far away in Africa, we see none other than ACW’s favorite hungry man Thunder Train roaming around looking for something good to eat. Why does he do so? Don’t’ be afraid to ask. He’ll be sure to tell you that…Train: The Train is ALWAYS hungry! Hey wait, what’s this?Train casually pauses and notices a large crowd, gathering around some sort of spectacle. Not wanting to be excluded, Train nudges aside most of the people, some of which get the hell out of the way. When he gets to the front, he sees one man with an exceptionally noticable feature.Train: !!!!!!!!!!By-stander: DAAAAAAAAAAAAMN! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYUM! That’s crazy, man! Indeed, the “world famous” Bongo Man is shown as Train cannot seem to snap out of his state of disbelief. Bongo Man takes an empty pop can and stuffs the whole thing into his large mouth. He chews down on it then turns it over with his tongue and bites down on the other side before taking the squished can out and showing it off to a rousing ovation. Train looks on and shakes his head before walking off.
A few hours later, Train is seen dragging a rather large body bag with a trail of blood towards some garbage cans. He tosses the bag aside and begins forging a note:“Dear family and friends, My mouth is way too big. I cannot go on living any longer. Sincerely, Bongo Man” Train smiles then staples the note to the bag before turning around. He sees a young man looking on, horrified. Not wanting any witnesses on his ass, Train picks up the man and eats him.Train: OM NOM NOM! NO WITNESSES!!! NO WITNESSES!!!----------------------- Train: No witnesses… No witnesses…XS3: Train? TRAIN!Train wakes up and comes back into reality. The first face he sees is XS3, wondering what the hell Train is on about. Train stands up from his chair and shakes his head, almost absent-mindedly.Train: Whoa. Sorry bout that dude. Bad dream. Shouldn’t have had that pizza before dozing off....XS3: …whatever man. Come on, let’s see if they voted us in.Train nods and pounds fists with XS3 before the duo make their exit from the locker room. Will Train and XS3 get a chance at the tag titles? Wait and see.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:08:45 GMT -5
“All the King’s Horses & All the King’s Men” Credit: Thunderkiss [Now matter how many matches he has under his belt, Thunderkiss will never shake the nervous feeling he has before a big time contest. Knowing a 4th ACW title reign could possibly be within his clutches, his mind kicks into overdrive. It needs to be sharp tonight if he hopes to take down Wayde Russler and his multi month Entertainment Title reign. Indeed, mistake free wrestling will be required tonight for a victory and his pre-match preparation should certainly help his efforts. ‘Tis truly a shame it comes to such an abrupt end.] Chairman Russo *screaming*: HEY THUNDERKISS?! [Russo’s screech almost bursts his inner ear drum. Discomfort riddles his body as the ringing sound overtakes Thunderkiss. The instant it dies down, he turns on his aggressor with a bear sized temperament.] American Made: What the hell are you doing?! Chairman Russo: Checking to see if you are deaf. Seeing that you are not, I am at a loss as to why you ignored my orders. I still see Steve Phillips walking around my halls, unscathed and as annoying as ever. American Made: In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a bit busy, Russo. Chairman Russo: You’ve been a bit busy, huh? Well, I can fix that with just one call. [Thunderkiss has been “one upped” yet again. Growing tired of being manipulated, he has finally had enough. Every man has their breaking point and Russo has finally run out of luck.] American Made: You know what, Russo? Go ahead. I’m sick of being your fucking “puppet.” However, just know ONE thing, if it is my destiny to no longer have an association with this company, that also means that I have no obligations to stop from beating you to a pulp. Chairman Russo: Touch me and “they” will touch you. American Made: Wipe that smug look off your face, you dumb bastard. If that day comes, none of your “boys” will be able to save you, no matter how much you think the opposite. Don’t think I missed your comments this past Monday night. There is a reason you don’t have FSX, Sarin or myself in your little “revolution” and that’s simply because none of us would associate ourselves with a two bit player like YOU. There is a reason your “champ” holds the top prize and has done so without notable challenge over the past few months and that’s because the three prior champions went on vacation. But we’re BACK. [Russo’s blood boils. As much as he would like to argue, he is the lone representative of O.C.W. at the moment. With no BK to bail him out, he bites his lip until it bleeds.] American Made: So go ahead Russo, dial down the center. Before you do so, you better damn well think TWICE. [Made walks away unsure of future. His comeback may have now ended prematurely but at least he will be able to look at himself in the mirror without shame once again. Meanwhile, the Co-Chairman of A.C.W. stands incensed at what he has just heard. Feelings with wrath and retribution fill his mind but TK’s words of caution echo over them. For the moment it appears that Thunderkiss has gained the upper hand though the winds of change in A.C.W. are never stagnant.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:09:32 GMT -5
Kevin Anderson: Another match, and the first title on the line tonight – it’s the Entertainment Championship. You all had the choices of Ruseller defending his title against American Made in a Blindold Match, a Dumpster Match, or a Weapon of Choice. Let’s see what you guys picked.
In which type of match will Wayde Ruseller and American Made face off?[ /u]
Blindfold Match: ||||||||||||||||||||||||| - 34% Weapon of Choice : ||||||||||||||| - 19% Dumpster Match: |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| - 47% %
Match 2: Wayde Russeller vs. American Made - Dumpster Match - Entertainment Title Match (Credit: Wayde Russeler)
Entrance: Philip announces the dumpster match for the Entertainment Title and announces the challenger American Made who comes to the ring to loads of cheers. Wayde Russeller is then announced, he comes out to boo's with his championship. He stops at the dumpster and writes "WR91" on the dumpster to signify his 91 day reign. He then climbs in the ring and the two have a stare down.
Match Time (00:01): The match starts slow with American Made posing and the fans cheering. Wayde then would try to pose only to get boo's. After going back and forth several times American goes for another pose but Wayde comes out of now where with a clothesline. He jumps on AM and starts delivering hard shots to the head before jumping off of him to pose for the crowd and say "How do you like me now!" He picks up American Made and punches him with rights a couple of time before throwing him off the rope and catching him for a spine buster. He then hits several big kicks to the back of American Made on the ground. He walks around American Made kicking him and taunting him while the fans chant for the challenger. Finally American Made surprises everyone by grabbing Wayde's leg and flipping him over.
Match Time (10:08): American Made goes on a huge offensive hitting move after move leaving Wayde breathless and the fans believing a championship win is possible. After hitting a big inverted tornado ddt, AM decides its time to try and win this match. He picks up Wayde and kicks him a couple of times in the mid section before lifting him over his head. The fans cheer and go crazy for AM as he picks throws Wayde out of the ring toward the dumpster. Wayde, however, NARROWLY avoids what surely would have ended his title reign but grabbing the top rope at the last second and swinging to the apron. American Made is in disbelief and goes to big boot Wayde off the rope but Wayde ducks the kick and jumps off the apron himself. Uncharacteristically, American Made shocks the crowd but grabbing the top rope and flinging himself over towards Wayde. Doing this proves to the fans at home why they are big risk moves as Wayde ducks out of the way and American Made's whole body connects with the side of the dumpster. American Made crashes to the ground as Wayde falls down in exhaustion and we got to commercial.
Match Time (21:00): Still battling outside the ring Wayde Russeller appears to have full control of this match as American Made has trouble rebounding from his top rope mishap. Wayde takes American Made and throws him back first into the stairs only to set him with his head on the top of the steel steps. He then steps back and pats his leg to signify what is coming as he runs to smash his knee into American's face. American, luckily, moves his head sending Wayde's knee crashing into the steel and Wayde flying to the ground. Both competitors take their time getting up and eventually crawl to their feet at the same time. Wayde hobbles on his bad knee over to AM who his just barely standing. Wayde hits him three times in the face before American kicks out Wayde;s bad knee sending him back to the ground. American Made now seems to get a second wind from the fans as he quickly boots Wayde in the head sending him flat on his back and allowing American Made to hit the Ol' Glory Leg Drop! After catching his breath really quick American Made picks up Wayde and gets him in a powerbomb position. He goes to drop him in the dumpster but Wayde hits Americans head causing him to stumble. He tries again and the same thing happens. Finally on the third try American Made is able to powerbomb Wayde into the dumpster! The fans cheer as AM goes to close the dumpster but they are in shock when Wayde pops his head back up! American Made has had enough and slams the dumpster top real hard on Waydes head causing him to fall backing before locking it up!
Winner and NEW Champion: American Made
Post Match: American Made has a huge celebration before exiting with his new title. Just when the fans think its over the lights turn out and everyone is confused. When they come back on Red is in the ring with Wayde, who is now out of the locked dumpster and bleeding perfusily in the middle of the ring. The camera zooms in on Red's face which contains a sick smile as EMT's rush to the ring.
FADE
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:10:51 GMT -5
Segment: Commence the War Games Credit: Jay Zero, The Senator, Kudo Yasuda, and Scott Andrews. Fading into our next scene of the evening, our good fans from Tampa, Florida are treated to the sight of Team ACW, all gathered together in a back meeting room. Seated down at opposite sides of a long table are both Kudo Yasuda, and one-half of the Tag Team Champions: The Senator. Jay Zero, the other half to the champions sits at the head of the table, glancing up at Scott Andrews who doesn't feel the need to sit, and instead leans forward on the table, pushing off with his palms. The crowd cheers as it appears on the Alphatron and with tonight being a very special evening, Jay Zero looks to set things straight right here, and right now! Zero: Alright. Not really sure whose idea exactly this was, and nor do I actually care. But either way we look at it, people knew about this, they voted, and now tonight, me and Senator here may have to face you two tonight in a Tag Team Title match. The crowd cheers loudly and Kudo nods his head slightly, looking back at Scott with a slight smirk on his face. Zero: So while we're all here, let's get this straight. Zero leans forward, sitting on the edge of his chair. He lifts up his golden, shining Tag Team Title from his lap and places it on the table right in front of him. Zero: Scott, Kudo, I know you two wouldn't mind going out to face me and Senator tonight - and I know you two most likely would love to get your hands on one of these tag team titles... But come on! Think about this! We're in the middle of a war here! All four of us - we need to stick together! We can't let something like a tag team title split us apart, you hear me? This is exactly what Stephan Russo wanted I bet. He knew that you two were fan favorites and if they voted you two in tonight, hell, we'd all just be asking for an OCW ambush! It favors him completely! If Stark and McKaye won, hell, we could still expect a set up! Kudo: Well what if XS3 and Thunder Train win?The Senator: If XS3 and Thunder Train win, then I don't think we'll have that much to worry about. Concerning OCW, that is. Zero: Look, that's not the point! Scott: Then what's your point, Zero? Zero: Look! Scott! Kudo! Just listen! If you're voted in tonight, that's great and all, but I'm telling you right now, it won't end in you two walking out with these titles! I'm not saying you're going to lose, and I'm not saying that we're going to win! If OCW has their way, which they most likely will try to: We're all going to lose! They'll run out to the ring, one by one and they'll jump us all from behind! Russo's trying to break the trust between us all! He wants us to get at each others throats! If you two get voted in tonight, then I say we just both get counted out! Nobody wins, nobody loses! That way, Russo doesn't get what he wants! Scott: Yeah, or you're just trying to save yourself and your precious little title. C'mon, you expect us to sit here and listen to this? Senator: Now hold it right there Mr. Andrews! Scott: Well listen to him! You two are just trying to get a free title defense! You know if you were to come up against us you'd get your title's taken away in the blink of an eye... Kudo can only smirk at Scott's confidence for them as a team as Jay Zero rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, staring upwards at the ceiling while Scott and Senator begin to exchange words.Senator: This goes right back to what Zero just said! Russo's trying to get us to fight each other! That's not what we need! Kudo: Senator's right. This is the last thing we need with Wargames just being announced. Remember what brought us together. We can't forget the goal now. We do need to stick together.Senator: Exactly! That's all Zero meant Scott! Zero: Thank you, Senator! Scott:[/color] I can't believe you guys think I'd be stupid enough to sabotage our situation after all we've been through to get to this point. All I'm saying is that I'm not counting myself out, that's weak. Don't expect us to just lay down for you two. We'd still give you your money's worth. Kudo: Yeah, you can count on that so long as OCW isn't around. Zero: Yeah, fine, whatever! Hell, this is only assuming you two win that stupid poll anyways! Either way you look at it, you guys need to have our backs, and we'll have yours! Okay? If OCW wants war with us, you better guarantee that they're going to try their all and make sure they sabotage us! ACW will NOT go down without a fight! He pounds his fist down onto the table, just missing his Tag Team Championship title. Licking his bottom lip, Zero looks over at his tag team partner Steve Philips who nods his head in approval. On the other side, Kudo can be seen looking down at Zero's tag title gold. It looks like Kudo realizes what needs to be done, but also wouldn't mind winning some gold on the way there. Behind him, Scott turns away, looking over towards the wall. As this scene comes to a close, we can only wonder exactly how strong the ties between Team ACW are. Just several months ago, all four of these men were fighting each other for a World Title opportunity, and now, they're fighting as one in the name of ACW...
The Scene Fades Out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:14:33 GMT -5
Segment: Reason for Treason (Credit: BK London/Scott Andrews)
It's a bit before the Tag Team Title match that's tonight, and it seems that Scott Andrews is already preparing in the corridors of the St. Pete Times Forum, for the chance to finally get his hands on some gold. It's been a while since he has had a strap around his waist, and he would love nothing more than to win the Tag Team Titles for the third time with a wrestler the caliber of Kudo Yasuda.
Getting his heart beating a little bit, he races up a flight up steps and then runs back down. He repeats the process again, but upon coming down, he finds himself joined by an unwelcomed guest. The camera swings around from the view of Scott to the view of the mystery man, and it's none other than the OCW Heavyweight Champion - BK London.
Andrews is ready to pounce, and BK puts his hands up for defense.
BK London: Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Scott: What do you want BK? If you plan on sabotaging my chance at ACW gold once again, you've got another thing coming.
BK London: Sabotage? Oh Scotty boy, you've got it all wrong my friend. This is anything BUT Sabotage - hell, I want you to win. OCW and I haven't even planned to interfere in the Tag Team match tonight, we all have our own issues.
Scott: Then what do you want?
BK London: What do I want? I want to wonder why you're taking orders from that second class superstar named Jay Zero. When did he all of a sudden become leader of your War Games team?
Scott: Come on BK, I know what you're trying. And it's not going to work..
BK London: What am I trying? You tell me.
Scott: It's obvious, you're trying to add some tension within our team so your team has the advantage come next week Saturday at Hello Goodbye; which is the stupidest Pay Per View name ever by the way. If you think you can easily persuade me, you're dead wrong.
BK London: I'm not trying to persuade you Scott, I'm just telling you the truth. You can choose to believe me, or you can not. You can choose to side with me, or you can choose to side with your team - either way, ACW's toast.
Scott: You're that confident you can beat us? You'd better bring your A+ game.
BK London: I'm that confident I can beat you if you're under the leadership of that brat named Jay Zero. All competition aside, all stable wars aside, you're more fit to be the leader of this team. Kudo Yasuda doesn't have enough leadership personality, The Senator's past his prime..and well Zero, it speaks for itself. If you win the poll, you'd most likely take the straps off the champs - but Zero doesn't want you to do that - and why? Because he knows. Because he knows that at any opportunity, you can steal his title away from him. Rather than join them Scott, I think you should join up with OCW.
Scott: Join up? With OCW? Oh that's rich. You've got to be kidding me, right? That's like selling my soul to the devil.
BK London: There is no joke. Out of all the members of the ACW team - hell, out of the entire ACW roster - you've showed the most promise Scott. You've showed me more ability and endurance in the match you had with me than any of my opponents in the past year. You've got the mindset of a leader and a champion, and it shows. Yet, you choose to hang around with Jay Zero. The "Emperor of the Ring". Think about it Scott, the only reason that he is Emperor of the Ring is because you weren't featured in that tournament. You were stuck facing me, while Zero was beating scrub after scrub to ascend to the top - and now HE has a World Title shot. You out of anyone know how hard it is to receive a title shot Scott, how many have you received in your ACW career? Two? Three? Not enough I say. If you join OCW, you could have it all - and then some Scott. If you side with OCW, the ACW team would be crippled - and we'd be guaranteed a victory. Now tell me Scott? Would you rather be shut out in the cold with the rest of ACW when OCW wins? Or would you want to be on the side of a winning team, and guarantee your spot as a World Title contender? You think of that Scott, you think of that as you sit in the corner of Jay Zero. I've got a match to prepare for - see you later.
BK London walks off, leaving Scott Andrews actually pondering about his future. While he doesn't like the antics of BK London, he can't help that he managed to say a few logical things. Rather than continue up the steps again, he takes a seat and engages in a state of deep thought.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:18:32 GMT -5
Kevin Anderson: Four teams, third match, two people, one winner. It’s simple math folks. For the Tag Team Title match tonight, you had the choices of reuniting Dan White and Rattlesnake for one more go around, giving RSX2 another shot in the form of XS3 and Thunder Train, putting the two former rivals of Scott Andrews and Kudo Yasuda together, or giving OCW their title shot. Let’s see the results.
Which team will get a shot at the ACW Tag Team Titles?[ /u]
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Match 3: Jay Zero and The Senator vs. XS3 and Thunder Train - Tag Team Title Match (Credit: Scott Andrews)
MATCH SUMMARY: As the Senatorialites stand next to each other in the ring, they await the announcement of their opponents. It isn't long until the combined music of RSX3 begins to play and the crowd are surprised that fan favourites, Scott Andrews and Kudo Yasuda weren't the ones to take the poll. Senator and Zero are also surprised, but relieved that they don't have to face their PPV partners.
Zero starts the match with XS3, and the size difference is immediately obvious. Zero dodges a few grapple attempts before launching in with kicks to the legs followed by a flying neckbreaker drop, taking the big man down. Zero goes for a quick pin but the attempt is broken up by Train who forcefully stomps down Zero's back.
The two legal men trade blows, notably a top rope hurricanrana countered by XS3 into a sick powerbomb which gets a long two count. XS3 tags out to Train and the two execute a precision double team choke slam. Train drops for a pin but get's a two count. Jay shows his resiliency by continuing the match and escaping Trains clutches long enough to make the hot tag to Senator, who rushes into the ring, taking down Train with a roaring elbow, and XS3 with a Yakuza Kick as the crowd light up. XS3 rolls out of the ring and Senator lays several stiff kicks into Train's midsection, keeping him low to the ground. He then locks in a rear naked choke, executing a perfect strategy against the biggest man in ACW. Senator keeps Train grounded until he begins stirring and seriously wanting to escape the hold. Train smashes himself backwards into the turnbuckle and Steve loses his grip. Train then runs in with a brutal corner clothesline making Senator almost flip over the corner post.
Train begins unleashing power moves, wearing Senator out for the final countdown, including a big boot and sidewalk slam. Senator avoids the pin and the crowd are busting to see Zero get back in the ring. Train holds Senator by the throat and looks at Zero, taunting him. As Train becomes unfocused, Senator grabs his arm and forces him down to the mat with an armbar takedown before stumbling over to make the tag. The crowd cheer as Zero hits a dropkick on Train, hitting him into the corner. XS3 makes the blind tag while Zero is still getting up and Train gets hit with a dropkick once again, forcing him to the lower turnbuckle. Zero taunts XS3 before turning around to back up and go for a rushing Bronco Buster, but XS3 enters the ring and hits a violent Shadow Step, crushing Zero to the mat. Senator tries to break up the pin, but Train grabs his leg just in time.
WINNERS: NEW TAG CHAMPS - XS3 and Thunder Train
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:21:36 GMT -5
Segment: YOU WHAT DO YOU OWN THE WORLD HOW DO YOU OWN DISORDER HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break (yet again), the first image we are treated to is one of Kevin Anderson, famed ACW interviewer. He stands at center as he usually does, and the only interestingly different thing worth noting about his appearance is his expression, which is one that has not been seen on his face in roughly eight months. The audience does the math and puts two and two together, and before Kevin can open his mouth to speak, they already start cheering, knowing precisely what comes next. Kevin takes a moment to let them cheer themselves out, and when they do he finally begins.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me the pleasure of introducing to you, a former two-time ACW World Champion, and the man who the fans voted to wrestle BK London tonight for his World Championship: Andrew Hunter!
The fans explode again, and Hunter appears on screen. Kevin opens his mouth to speak again, but Hunter starts leaning on Kevin's shoulder, while eating from a bag of Doritos. Kevin does not do much to protest, and instead continues.
Kevin: So, Hunter, how does it feel to---?
Hunter: Dorito?
Kevin: ...no...thanks.
Hunter shrugs and continues eating.
Kevin: So again, Hunter, how does it feel to finally be back in the ACW arena?
Hunter: Nostalgic.
Kevin: In a good way?
Hunter: In a passable way. A good way is seeing you again, buddy.
Hunter puts Kevin in a faux headlock and plays with his hair for a little bit. Kevin shakes him off and clears his throat.
Kevin: And how does it feel to wrestle again?
Hunter: I don't know, I'll tell you when I have.
Kevin: Do you think you have a chance at beating the seemingly unbeatable champion?
Hunter: Yes. At least one percent. I don't sell out for a paycheck.
Pause. He holds back a laugh.
Kevin: Umm, well...have you done anything exciting since coming back to the arena?
Hunter: Looked for Ginger, got lost. Fucked London in the ass, emotionally speaking, when he found out he had to wrestle me. Paid a visit to the Senatorial Stable and said hi to the newbs, none of whom I approve of. The Senator must have gone mad with power.
Pause.
Hunter: I blame Obama.
Kevin: ...well I see. Did you vote for him, out of curiosity?
Hunter: Christopher Walken as a write-in.
Kevin: So are you pleased with the outcome of the election?
Hunter: If Obama were older, whiter, and Christopher Walken, I would be.
Kevin: ...I see. Okay, umm...and how do you think your chances are against BK---
Hunter: You asked me that before.
Kevin: Oh, did I? I guess...I mean, okay, but---
Hunter: Well maybe you did, I don't remember.
Kevin: Wait, are you sure?
Hunter: I don't know. My up key is broken.
Pause.
Kevin: Umm. Andrew Hunter, ladies and gentlemen!
Kevin drops the mic, but Hunter stands perfectly still.
Hunter: Excuse me?
Kevin: What?
Hunter: We've done interviews for years now, and you know I always cut you off and leave before you can be done. And...you're done now?
Kevin: I didn't have that many questions, I don't know what you---
Hunter: You son of a bitch. I do so much for you, and this is how you repay me? You fuck. I'm leaving you!
Kevin: Wait---
Hunter: I hope you die in a fire!
And with that, Hunter, runs off as fast as his legs can carry him. Kevin stares at the camera for a moment, and then does the cut throat motion.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:28:00 GMT -5
“Photo Op” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay [Hours before the final curtain call, within the vacated ACW interview room ...] FSX: I'm really not comfortable doing this... Thunderkiss: You know, you have been disagreeing with me a lot recently, buddy. I am trying to bond us together so we can become one mean, well oiled tag machine and all you have done in return is complain! Do you want to rule the world with our awesome penetration or not!? FSX: Well, I guess that makes sense. To an extent, anyway. When you start dressing up like Captain America I start to lose you... Thunderkiss: Promoting, X. Promoting. The more I do this, the more the fans love it. The more the fans love it, the more money they pay to see it. The more money they pay to see it, the more clout we get backstage. The more clout we have backstage, the quicker we get title shots. It doesn’t matter if its Ginger or Russo, the more asses we put in seats, the better off we’ll be! FSX: I'm not really sure what this is going to change. If anything, all this extra promotion is just going to get us screwed in the end. Well..by us I mean you....Ginger is just going to fire you if you keep making a scene. Thunderkiss: Well then we will cheer for Russo to win.FSX: So ACW can be ruled by a bunch of egotistical assholes that think themselves gods? That's not happening unless it's us, buddy. Thunderkiss: Sounds like a plan to me. Now get ready, its SHOWTIME! FSX: Woah!! Really?! I haven't seen that guy in forever! [Like a kid at Christmas, TK sneaks over to his duffle bag and pulls out the American Made mask. In a few seconds he has time he has it strapped upon his head and the transformation is complete. His next stop is in front of the mirror, where he warms himself up with a few muscle poses that have a tranquilizing effect on him and a nauseating effect on Fallen Souls. Thankfully for X, before he can heave this mornings breakfast into the nearest trash can, a knock comes at the door and seizes control of his posing partner.] American Made: Yes? Bob Barker: Hello there Mr. Made! Pleasure to meet you! American Made: Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Barker. I wish I could honesty say I am your number one fan, but to be truthful, the price WAS right! FSX: ...That was terrible... American Made: Bob, I’d like you to meet my tag partner, Fallen Souls! FSX: I figure I may as well get this out of the way, and ask before something terrible happens...Why is Bob Barker here? Are we going to play Plinko for charity or something? American Made: I’m so glad you asked! [American Made darts in front of the cameras and pushes the traditional ACW backdrop aside revealing a fake shot of the Seoul, South Korea skyline. As it stands before X fully revealed, his mind draws a blank as it tries to comprehend the reasoning for this set.] American Made: He is going to play your father as American Made stops by and visits your family in South Korea! FSX: Uh...no. I mean, for one that doesn't even make any fucking sense. I was an orphan, you prick. American Made: Quit being such a spoil sport! Bob Barker: You know, this reminds me of that time one contestant was playing Cliff hangers and - FSX: Shut the hell up, Bob..Alright, let me just run through your thought process on this before I kick you in the face...Why would anyone give a damn about you going to South Korea to meet my family? Also...why would my dad be White? American Made: Look X, American Made is an ambassador to the world! You need to see the bigger picture here! America is loved again in the world because we voted a black man in as president so I am going to cash in on this fervor! When the people in Korea see that I showed up in their country, we will be embraced and loved by them. They will shower us with their Korean money and Korean prostitutes! Not only do we reap the rewards from one country, but American’s themselves will buy into this act of patriotism! When they see me spreading the good word, they will be hooked as well, which explains Bob’s presence here. FSX: Oh, okay...Wait. That doesn't explain anything!! American Made: Yes, Americans tend to relate to people who look like themselves. I mean, we can’t use an actual Korean family here! That would be insane! FSX: Oh, that's just uncool man. Forget this, I'm out of here. American Made: Wait! You don’t even know who is playing your mother yet! [He does not nor does he stick around to find out. He will partake no more in this nonsense and heads for the door in protest. Ironically, as he steps out, he runs smack dab into Made’s attention grabber after trying to so desperately avoid it.] Betty White: OH! Pardon me! FSX: You have to be fucking kidding me...this idea is anything but Golden... [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:30:03 GMT -5
Kevin Anderson: Alright falks, once again it’s time for another match and time for another poll. In this match featuring Jake Steele and Jason Freeman – for the International Title – you had the choices of Freeman’s choice, Steele’s choice, or the Mystery choice – lets see what you picked.
The poll is shown on television, and just like that – the results are shown.
Who will get to choose which match Jason Freeman and Jake Steele face off in?
Jake Steele’s Choice: |||||||||||||| - 19% Jason Freeman’s Choice: 0% Mystery Choice: |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||| - 81%
Kevin Anderson: And it’s a Mystery Choice by a landslide – and I hold the envelope, sent straight from Gingerdude himself, for the mystery match and it’s none other than…
Kevin opens the envelope.
Kevin Anderson: Hu-what? An Inferno Match!
Massive pop.
Match 4: Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman – Inferno Match - International Title Match (Credit: Thunder Train)
Edison: WHAT THE--!
McNally: Wow! An Inferno match folks. This is going--
Edison: THIS IS GOING TO BE INTENSE MAX! THIS IS GOING TO BE BRUTAL! SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE BURNED ALIVE!!!
Both men in the ring are shocked. They stare at each other as some crew members attach the metal outside the ring that will house the flames. Steele and Freeman just look at the workers and plead with them to stop. Neither man wants this to happen. After about 2 minutes of set up, the flames appear. The arena goes darker and a red light shines in the ring. The crowd cheers as the flames flare up.
*Bell Rings*
The two competitors walk to the center of the ring. They exchange a few words and Freeman slaps the face of Steele. The crowd "Oooos" as Steele's head turns. He smirks then punches Freeman in the face, this match is underway. Steele gets a few shots on Freeman and backs him up into the corner. Steele leans Freeman up against the turnbuckle and chops him to Wooos around the arena. Freeman grasps his chest and falls to his knees, close to the flames. He feels the heat and rolls away from the ropes.
McNally: I don't like where this match is going to head. Both of these men are bright young superstars here and they could suffer career ending injuries.
Edison: You are looking to far into it. Both these guys will come out of this match perfectly fine.
McNally: Perfectly fine?!? Flesh is going to be burned!
Freeman regains his composure in the middle of the ring. He looks around, still amazed at what he sees. Steele smirks from across the ring. Both men go to the center and lock up. Freeman gets a side headlock on Steele but Steele pushes him into the ropes. Freeman rebounds and runs back to Steele and rams him down. Steele crashes to the mat and the fire shoots up. Freeman takes advantage of the downed Steele and drops an elbow across the chest of Steele. Freeman stands up and taunts the crowd yelling "NEW CHAMP!" Steele sits up as Freeman turns around. Freeman runs and kicks Steele in the chest, sending him down once more.
Freeman drags the body of Steele to the ropes and sets his foot on the bottom rope. Freeman jumps and stomps on the elevated foot of Steele. Steele grabs his foot in pain but Freeman doesn't care. Freeman does the same again, crushing the foot and ankle of Steele. Freeman realizes that he needs to end this soon and grabs the injured foot and attempts to put it over the fire.
Edison: HERE WE GO! STEELE IS GONNA GET BURNED!
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