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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:29:57 GMT -5
Segment: lolstipulations (Credit: Dan/Freeman)
The camera fades in to show a conversation already in progress...as an angry Ginger scolds Dan White.
Ginger: I told you NO, Dan…and what do you do? You stalk Freeman, surround him in the parking lot, and force him into a match. When I said “No”, I didn’t mean that was a challenge for you to find a way around that decision.
Dan: Hey dude, he did it all last month. Just a taste of his own medicine and all that. Anyways, he accepted it, so what's the dealeo?
Ginger: Well, yes, he accepted, but he didn’t have much of a choice. I suppose anybody would say that when three men with weapons are surrounding you.
All of a sudden, the door open…and Dan and Ginger turn to see Jason Freeman entering the room. He realizes what is being discussed, and walks up to Ginger's desk, not showing much emotion at all.
Ginger: I was just telling Dan that just because he ambushes you in a parking lot and asks for a match, does NOT mean that he should be given one…and rest assured that---
Freeman: That's very kind Ginger, but I think I WILL face Dan at Hello Goodbye
Dan smiles and turns to Ginger.]
Dan: See! You big ginger prick! I told you!
Freeman: However, I would like to make a request.
Before that request can be spoken, Ginger interrupts.
Ginger: Freeman, I do not in any way want to award Dan for his actions, so if you are asking for the match just to---
Freeman: I’m asking for the match, because Dan is starting to get on my nerves a little bit…and if I have to beat him again to make him acknowledge my superiority, then that’s what I’m going to do.
Dan: Strong words from somebody who cheated to win. You long-haired geek.
Freeman merely laughs it off.
Freeman: Ah, that brings me to my next point. The request I would like to make. I don’t want any excuses from Dan like last time, and to be honest…it’s getting to the point where I wouldn't mind knocking him around a little bit. I would like to request a No Holds Barred match.
Dan: You plan to knock ME around? Ha! You really are as stupid as your face looks. Do you have Down's Syndrome? It wouldn't surprise me. Anyways, I'll accept the match, cos I have to show you just how fucking brutal I can be.
Freeman: Feel free to try it, and if the Royales want to interfere as well, let them, and I’ll take them out too.
Dan: Mate, I don't need them. Everything was their suggestion this month. They're my crew, they wouldn't go against my word. And I promise you they won't get involved.
Ginger: Look, I’m tired of this constant trouble with you too. You wanna beat the hell out of each other? Beat the hell out of each other. Consider the match official. Freeman, you have an International Title match to prepare for so I suggest you leave now. And Dan? How about you contain yourself until Hello Goodbye. Now, please get out of my office...I have other things to attend to.
Freeman shrugs his shoulders, glances meaningfully at Dan, before walking out...Dan leaves soon after. A short conversation, but one with a lot of importance. For now, it is a No Holds Barred match between the two men at Hello Goodbye. Can Freeman pull off another victory? Or will Dan get his revenge?
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:30:58 GMT -5
Steele realizes what trouble he is in and uses his other foot to kick the back of Freeman's knee. Freeman goes down and now Steele can capitalize. He stands up and limps to Freeman. Steele grabs the hair of Freeman and pulls him up. He holds Freeman's head back and punches him in the face. Steele then grabs the arm of Freeman and Irish Whips him into the far corner. Steele then goes running after him and clotheslines him. Freeman bounces out of the corner back to Steele who grabs him and does a hard DDT. The flames shoot up again as Freeman's head smashes against the mat.
McNally: Nice DDT by Steele there. I think that injured foot might be a problem for him. That was smart of Freeman to attack the leg of Steele. I don't think he'll be able to do the Right In Yo' Face.
Edison: I gotta agree! Freeman showed some good strategy there but it looks like it's almost lights out, or rather fire out, for Freeman.
Steele gets up right away and walks to the corner that Freeman was just in. He begins to climb up the turnbuckle but grabs his foot, slowing him down. He eventually makes his way to the top, but Freeman has been able to recover for some time now and his already to his feet, though groggy. Steele takes his chances anyway and stands on the top rope. He does something unusual as he jumps and goes for a dropkick. Freeman steps back however and grabs the injured leg and foot of Steele. Steele lands on his back, the flames go up, the crowd boos and Freeman is in control once again. Instead of doing one of his own moves, Freeman adds insult to injury. With the leg in hand he turns Steele over and applies the Brooklyn Crab. The crowd boos but Freeman just laughs at the crowd. Steele cries out in pain and inches toward the ropes and the fire.
Edison: What is Steele doing? He's going closer to the flames! He's gonna get fried!
McNally: I'm pretty confident Steele has something else planned. He won't lose this match that easily and not to his own move.
McNally's guess is right as Steele grabs the bottom rope with both hands. Then hand by hand he grabs the second rope and finally the top rope. This puts Steele back into a standing position. Freeman turns around and is about to chop the leg of Steele, but Steele is able to enziguri Freeman, sending him down. Freeman falling sends the flames back into the air, almost hitting Steele. Steele is able to avoid them and leans against the corner. Freeman gets to his feet, woozy and turns around to see Steele running at him.
Edison: RIGHT IN YO' FACE! RIGHT IN YO' FACE!
McNally: Not quite!
Freeman rolls out of the way and, now behind Steele, dropkicks him in the back. Steele goes into the corner and launches back to Freeman. Freeman waist locks Steele but Steele realizes he could be in trouble and counters it. He reverses it and now is behind Freeman himself. He pushes Freeman away and goes for the Steele Ambition (Ole Kick into a Half-Nelson Suplex.) but after the kick, as Steele goes for the suplex, Freeman impressively rolls out of the grab and grabs Steele's head. He then does the Middle of Nowhere (Sleeper Hold Giant Swing into a Neckbreaker Drop landing). Steele falls and the flames shoot up again. Steele is now on the other side of the ring and Freeman lines him for the Shining Axe Kick
McNally: I think Freeman might be going for the Shining Axe Kick here.
Edison: This could knock Steele right out.
Freeman goes for it and as he jumps onto the leg of Steele and brings his other leg over, Steele pushes Freeman away. The crowd pops as Freeman stumbles across the ring. Steele is able to recover and he bounces off the ropes. He charges to Freeman and his the Right In Yo' Face! Freeman manages to side step the maneuver once again.
McNally: Excellent counter by Mr. Freeman. Can he capitalize?
Edison: He better, or he's toast.
Steele crash lands on the mat, rolling closer to the flames, and Freeman quickly sees his opportunity to strike. He sees a good opportunity to hit a sliding dropkick on his foe, which will throw him right into the flames. Steele can see the gleam in Freeman's eyes, and before he can attempt such a thing - Steele rises up. Freeman races towards Steele, and Steele manages to scout Freeman's and tosses him over the top rope with a back body drop. The flames are low for a bit, but as Freeman's feet hits the ground on the outside - they shoot up as normal. Many people believe they saw Freeman fly right over the flame, but nonetheless - on the back of his tights the burning bright orange flame can be seen. The match has been won.
The bell rings
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL International Champion, Jake Steele!
Steele leaves the arena, a tad scorched but nonetheless proud of the hard-fought victory he earned over his opponent, Freeman, who lies on the outside with his arse on fire. He's too groggy to actively try and put the fires out. Fortunately, help is on the way, and there's a huge pop that forms from the crowd. Freeman must be wondering why a pair of EMTs are garnering such a loud pop, and he turns his head to the arena to see none other than Dan White, grinning from ear to ear, walking down the ramp. Freeman thinks his night couldn't get any worse as he tries to escape under the ring, but the burn marks restrict his movement. Dan smirks as he approaches Freeman, standing rather close to the burning arse. Freeman is expecting Dan to absolutely batter the shit out of him, but that doesn't happen...
Instead, Dan unzips his trousers, and although he manages to keep his manpiece hidden from the crowd and the camera, it's clearly visible and audible that he begins to piss all over Freeman's burn! Freeman tries to writhe away with embarassment as his arse gets a golden shower off Dan, who smirks broadly like a gurning pornstar, with the crowd in a mixture of hysterics and horrifics. The stream is mighty and long, extinguishing Freeman's arse but at the same time covering in a Welshman's piss (which is about 95% pure beer). Dan eventually comes to a close, shaking off the last drops, smiling as he zips back up his trousers. The look on Freeman's face is of pure humiliation. Dan waves to the crowd and merely walks back up the ramp, leaving Freeman with a burnt arse and covered in piss. Not a fun Thursday evening.
(Post Match Credit: Dan White)
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:31:34 GMT -5
Segment: The Good Old Days (Credit: Hunter / Dan)
As we return from the commercial break, we once more see Andrew Hunter solemnly strolling through the hallways of ACW, giving off just as cocky of an air as he used to. As the main event gradually approaches, and as the audience sees him more, he oddly seems to further and further ignore any sort of training or preparation (no doubt adding to the cocky air about him). As he turns yet another corner in the never-ending labyrinth of the backstage area, his stride comes to an instant still, and he widens his mouth slightly. Hunter has never been the type of person to back away from a fight, and no amount of retirement could possibly change that. He picks up a quicker stride and approaches a figure before him, and the camera reveals this person to be Dan White, standing with his back to Hunter. Hunter stops directly behind him and breathes quite literally down his neck. Dan can tell someone is there, but he does not respond for a moment, no doubt waiting for something witty to come.
Dan: You gonna ram it in me then, or am I gonna have to do it myself?
Hunter: I'm sorry, you're not quite cute enough.
Dan turns around and scoffs.
Hunter: Or female, for that matter.
Dan: You couldn't rape a dead cat with that enthusiasm.
Hunter: I've found enthusiasm isn't very necessary. It's not like enjoying it makes it better. One can't judge rapists.
Dan: You'd be surprised.
Hunter: Is there a website somewhere for that? RateMyRape?
Dan: It's the internet and has a slightly pornographic ring to it. I don't doubt it.
Hunter: 4chan would be responsible for it.
Dan: Probably.
Pause.
Dan: Why in the hell are you here?
Hunter: Wrestling London.
Dan: For the title?
Hunter: Yeah.
Dan: Fair enough, soft cock.
Hunter: Yes please.
Dan: No, you are one.
Hunter: Well, you are what your woman eats.
He raises his eyes slightly, and then shrugs it off.
Dan: You must eat a shitload of crap then.
Hunter: Vulgarity multiplies when you do nothing for a lot of money.
Dan: Bill Gates isn't half the sly bastard then, eh?
Hunter: Well he didn't pass me the mashed potatoes when I asked for them.
Dan: You took him out for dinner?
Hunter: Technically, he had dinner with me.
Dan: Adorable. Did you kiss him?
Hunter: Never on the first date.
Dan: Oh, you've stopped whoring yourself?
Hunter: To the rich.
Dan: That seems counterproductive.
Hunter: The richer they are, the more lewd things they want me to do.
Dan: I thought you liked the kinky stuff.
Hunter: Only with your mother.
Dan: She's dead.
Hunter: That's what makes it kinky.
Dan: She was cremated.
Hunter: Less of a mess.
Dan: But it has a lot more effort.
Hunter: So does rape.
Dan: What does that have to do with anything?
Hunter: Doesn't. I just like bringing things full circle.
Dan: And reminding yourself you're about as straight as one?
Hunter: Is that a moderately clever gay joke against me?
Dan: Yes.
Hunter: Aww, creativity? How cute!
Dan: Funny, your sister seemed to agree.
Hunter: I don't have one.
Dan raises an eyebrow.
Hunter: Oh yeah. I guess everyone forgot about that. Well done.
Dan smiles.
Hunter: And how are you doing?
Dan: Same old, same old.
Hunter: Buying hair dye? Slitting wrists? Drinking semen?
Dan: In that order when it comes to you.
Hunter: You want to drink my semen?
Dan: Only on Wednesdays.
Hunter: Your joke just died, didn't it?
Dan: Yeah. But hey, still died a hell of a lot less than you have.
Pause. Hunter smirks.
Hunter: You're learning.
Dan: Online classes. I almost have enough credits for a degree.
Hunter: In idiocy?
Dan: Mental supremacy.
Hunter: Not physical?
Dan: Handcuffs are on back order.
Hunter: They won't help you when I'm the physically dominant one.
Dan: I'm not into BDSM, sorry.
Hunter: I was referring to beating BK London for the World Title.
Dan: Yeah. Because that'll happen.
Hunter: Might.
Dan: And then you'd have to come back.
Hunter: It's not in my contract that I have to stay if I win.
Dan: You didn't sign a contract, you signed a document that guaranteed one match.
Hunter: Yeah, so?
Dan: So your face.
Pause. The two stare at each other.
Dan: You're still an arsebandit.
Hunter: I don't put it past myself.
Dan: Catch AIDS and die, please.
Hunter: You first.
Pause.
Dan: Nonce.
Hunter: Slag.
And the two walk off in opposite directions.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:35:23 GMT -5
“4-0” Credit: Thunderkiss [The Entertainment Title hugs his shoulder once more. Now a 2nd time Entertainment Champion, Thunderkiss returns to his locker room for a moment of reflection. Over one year ago he won this title and in doing so left his mark on Alpha Championship Wrestling. When he beat Jason Freeman to claim it on that very day, he lifted a giant monkey off his back by closing the mouths of countless naysayers who’s motivations were driven out of jealousy and hate. This time around the feeling is a bit different but the satisfaction is much the same. The naysayers who proclaimed he would never amount to anything are long gone, only to be replaced with those saying he was done, finished, worthless. Thunderkiss has made a career in giving people the middle finger and tonight he sends a giant “up yours” to those who fall into this category.] JOYTOY: Well, that didn’t take long...[With a growing admiration for “her man,” Joytoy wraps her arms around his shoulders and fidgets with the strings on the back of his mask. The moment they are untied she leans in and locks lips with the Worldbreaker. Her body trembles underneath his power and shivers in the clutches of his hands. It is a feeling no other can provide and keeps her returning for more.] JOYTOY: ..did it? Thunderkiss: Baby, the only place I ever slow down in life is in the bed. Though this is sweet, I can’t help but think to myself “one down, three more to go.” [Before their celebration can continue in a much more “personal” nature, in comes another to express his congratulatory feelings. An intrusion such as this would normally draw the ire of Thunderkiss, but when you are responsible for bringing the big guy back to the dance, you get a free pass.] William Charles Wilcox: Well, if this isn’t a case of Deja Vu! It would seem that gold is just your natural color, Kiss. Thunderkiss *smiling*: It’s just too bad it wasn’t Freeman again.W.C.W.: That would have been doubly nice but we’ll take it as it comes to us. 4-0, big guy, four and oh! The streak continues; you have never lost a match when challenging for a strap. You make me proud, TK. Just a few weeks ago you were swimming in a sea of misery and dispar and here we are, just a month later and you have already - *BZZZZZZ*
Thunderkiss: Pardon me for just one second, Willy.
[His fingers slither across the phone and place it in front of his eyesight. Confirming his instincts, he turns to his guests and prays they will understand his immediate but necessary departure.]
Thunderkiss: I hate to be a party pooper, but if you two wouldn’t mind excusing me for just a second, there is something I need to take care of.
W.C.W.: Well ... alright. But don’t keep us waiting!
[TK leaves the open space of his locker room foyer and proceeds to the more private confines of his shower room. Slowly closing the door to not draw unwanted attention, he sits alone in the darkness; the light of his phone illuminating the shadows that surround him. Carefully he places it atop the sink and flips it open to reveal the phone’s inner screen. Head now bowed, he welcomes his caller with the utmost respect.]
?: Report.
Thunderkiss: I have claimed the Entertainment Title in your name, my General.
?: Most excellent. Your power grows with every battle. Soon, you will be at maximum and may heaven help those who oppose you. Are you in need of reinforcements yet?
Thunderkiss: Negative.
?: And your tag partner?
Thunderkiss: He knows nothing, though he will come to know your kindness and generosity over time. Just as I have.
?: The stakes involving your return are quite high, my Thunder Monster. Do not fail me. It would appear that ACW is a chess piece treasured by many, each with their own selfish ambitions. We cannot allow another to make off with the board and taint the future. I am a kind man, a gentle man and the expansion of my Empire will bring peace and unity from one end of the Earth to the other. Your mission is simple but the ramifications are anything but. Infiltrate. Assimilate. Do so in the name of the ...
TAKADA MONSTER-GUN Thunderkiss: Yes.... MY GENERAL.
Generalissimo Takada: BIZZZAN!
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:37:15 GMT -5
Segment: The state of professional wrestling Credit: ?
Following on from the previous segment the camera slowly fades into a shot of what appears to be an old black and white photo; the photo shows two men squaring off in a wrestling ring. After a moment or two this photo slowly fades into another, however this time the photo is in colour whilst the subject remains the same. This continues, with each photo looking to be taken in a different era in the history of professional wrestling. Suddenly the voice of man can be heard, the voice is distantly familiar.
?: Over the past century professional wrestling has grown rapidly, in both popularity and the direction that it has taken. From Japan to Amerca, Mexico to England, all across the world, the sport, the art known to many simply as wrestling has become a world wide phenomenon.
The photos change to that of icons such as Andre the Giant, Hulk Hogan and the Fabulous Moolah.
?: Lifetime icons have been created that the world will never forget, history has been made that people never thought was possible. However, professional wrestling has not only had an impact on the lives of those people brave enough to step into the squared circle. No, the fans and promoters have been just as responsible, if not even more so for the way that professional wrestling has evolved to what is now considered to be modern professional wrestling.
As the man continues to speak the photos now change to that of ACW and it's superstars.
?: In this modern professional wrestling era the emphasis has changed to that of a sports entertainment style; a style that many outside the industry describe as a soap opera simply for males. In the biggest companies such as Alpha Championship Wrestling the focus has shifted from the sport aspect, to that of one which caters to entertaining the fans. ACW may just be one example, but it is an example of what many companies have become, it is an example of what this industry has become.
The man pauses for several moments.
?: A disgrace.
The photos stop changing and instead the screen slowly begins to lighten, fading into another camera. As the shot finishes fading in it becomes clear why that voice was distantly familiar; it's because it belonged to the former manager of former ACW Superstar Jon Taylor. Standing there is Bill Wright. Bill can be seen standing there with a sternest look you're likely to ever see, waiting to continue.
Bill Wright: Since my exit from ACW earlier this year I've watched, I've listened and I've seen right before my very eyes what a disgrace this industry has become. This isn't wrestling, this is a pathetic imitation of what it used to be. Across the world, Japan, America, England, ACW Island, it's all the same...it's all "sports entertainment". It's all greedy owners and promoters trying to get as high as ratings as possible, and "wrestlers" trying to make a quick buck before getting out of an industry they don't care about, much less known anything about. Let's not forget the fans though, shall we? The blood thirsty people who would rather see two men knock ten bells out of each other, the people who too, know nothing about what they're watching.
Bill lets out a sigh before continuing on.
Bill Wright: You're wondering why I'm boring you with this, right? You're wandering to yourself "duh". Well, maybe it's because in my lifetime I've had the pleasure to see what real professional wrestling. Maybe it's because I myself have had the pleasure to step into the squared circle before it became this "sports entertainment" concoction. Those years may now be past me, but there is something that isn't and that is my passion for this industry. And y'know what? I plan on doing something about it. ACW is currently the top dog in this "sports entertainment" industry and it is without doubt the epitome of what a disgusting state this industry is in right now, but that doesn't mean that it can't be fixed.
Bill clears his throat before speaking again.
Bill Wright: Sure, y'have a roster full of fakes, clueless staff and a business plan for an entertainment business, but y'know everywhere's a start.
Bill grins momentarily before his facial expression goes blank.
Bill Wright: See, we will manage to purify ACW and we will manage to begin to save the tarnished image of professional wrestling.
Bill pauses again, this time he opens his mouth to give a surprised expression.
Bill Wright: Did I just say "we" there? I think I did didn't I...
Bill grins as the camera begins to zoom out slightly and moves to the left to show another man standing there. The man looks to be about 6"3, 245lb and has blond hair.
Bill Wright:...yep, I did. See, Josh here may be from the same generation that has managed to create sports entertainment, but he can see just as well as I can and is disgusted just as much as I am by what professional wrestling stands for today. Josh and I both share the same ideology, and we both know that something has to be done now to stop over a century of professional wrestling history to be forgotten, by what is nothing more than a glorified bloodbath and soap opera rolled into one.
Bill turns to Josh who smirks slightly as Bill continues to speak.
Bill Wright: This Monday the process of saving this industry will begin...when Josh Robertson and Bill Wright come to ACW.
Bill pauses one final time.
Bill Wright: See you on Warfare.
The camera fades out with a shot of the two men standing side by side.
OOC: Credit for ? goes to Josh Robertson (Taylor)
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:39:37 GMT -5
“Jason F’N Freeman” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay [Determined to climb back to the top of the mountain Thunderkiss has had an unexpected setback in his comeback, a setback named Jason Freeman. Owning him more times than he can count, Thunderkiss could not add another victory over Freeman to his tally last Monday on Warfare and the outcome has him second guessing his return. Dejected, he sits within the Double Penetration locker room and releases his sorrows onto a welcoming bottle of scotch and his tag team partner, Fallen Souls.] Thunderkiss: I lost to Freeman.FSX: That's pretty funny. Thunderkiss: I lost...to FREEMAN.FSX: Okay, okay. Easy buddy, things will be alri-- Thunderkiss *interrupting*: Don’t. Don’t even try to cheer me up, buddy. I lost to Freeman. In the wrestling world, that is the equivalent to someone dropping a Cleveland steamer right smack dab on your chest. What happened to me? Have I truly lost it?FSX: Calm down, buddy. You were just rusty out there! You haven't done a real match in months, so you got tired and he clearly cheated. Thunderkiss: FSX. It was Jason F’N Freeman. Need I say more?FSX: You could say that he cheated. Accept he's a cheater! Thunderkiss: *Grumble*FSX: Well, I can tell that simple words aren't going to cheer you up tonight! Don't you worry though, I'll go find something to cheer you up. Like hard liqour or something... [FSX leaves the room on his new quest to bring joy and happiness to the Worldbreaker. Still sulking, Thunderkiss hangs his head in the stillness of the room as visions of Jason Freeman’s sniveling face haunt him. Just as he is about ready to have a nervous breakdown, the door of the room opens once more. Expecting another annoying FSX effort, he braces himself for some upcoming antics.] Thunderkiss: Well, that was quick. Oh ... hey.[He freezes his second sentence in mid stride as his eyes fall upon not his tag partner, but a woman who has found her way back into his life. In doing so, an imaginary cat leaps into his mouth and makes off with his tongue.] JOYTOY *smiling*: Hi. [Unsure of what to say and face reddened by their memories of a few nights ago, both TK and Jt struggle to find the right words. Biding her time by running her fingers over ring outfit, her curiosity leads the way to an icebreaker.] JOYTOY: Don’t you feel a bit silly in this outfit?Thunderkiss: At first, yes, but now I am becoming quite accustomed to it. It’s kinda grown on me, really. I feel like am truly the spirit of American when I fit myself inside it, which is kinda ironic since company always consists of a Korean guy and a Japanese girl. JOYTOY: You have a case of yellow fever, it would seem.Thunderkiss: Boy sister, you just said a mouthful.JOYTOY: No, but I’m sure in the mood for a mouthful.Thunderkiss: Oh, I think I can be of service.JOYTOY: I’d bet you can.[Thunderkiss reaches down to his belt buckle and unlatches it from around his waist. Before he can unsheathe Excalibur, his partner in penetration comes lumbering back into the room with a look of achievement beaming from his face.] FSX: Your not going to believe it, Teeks! Guess what I got!! Thunderkiss: Kinda a bad time here, X!FSX: Impossible! There is never a bad time for... [Eyes wide open and smile crooked, FSX brings forth a gift from his back. FSX: Pogs! That's right, I found you some fucking pogs! You won't even believe the look on my face when I found some guys that, for whatever reason, are trapped in their personas from the Nineties and had POGS! Thunderkiss: *Sigh* FSX: They are fucking awesome pogs too! Remember Alf? Well I didn't get any of that cat eating bastard! I got some Nixon though! Americans loved Nixon, right? JOYTOY: *Giggle*FSX: Say, your nurse is here. On her knees, in front of you...Hmm...give me a second, I think I know where this is going. Thunderkiss: It's pretty obvious.FSX: Some kinda Double Penetration joke, right? Figures.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:40:05 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Mystery Opponent - OCW Title (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall...
...AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM...
The fans erupt as "1776" by Iced Earth pounds through the speakers with insurmountable force. Stepping through the curtain, attired in his old wrestling gear is none other than the man who has made his presence known tonight - even if it is on a temporary basis. He gets quite a bit of a reaction from the crowd, reminiscent of his final moments in ACW, and he makes his way down to the ring for the first time in a LONG time as a challenger for the World Title. He steps into the ring and raises his arms towards the crowd who are absolutely loving him at this moment, and slowly the theme fades out.
"Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco hits the sound system at full force and the ACW fans boo the once fan favorite from the borough of Brooklyn. Sure enough, the champ makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage where he surveys the thousands of fans in the arena - all insulting or jeering him in one way or another. He chuckles to himself a bit before making his way down the long ACW ramp, returning insults to the fans ringisde. He finally makes his way to the ring where he slides in before perching himself up on the middle rope and hitting a pose for the thousands of fans in the audience. As the flashbulbs go off all around him, they still continue to boo the current OCW Champion - but BK London takes it all in stride.
Both men are positioned on opposite sides of the ring, and Phillip now walks to the center.
Phillip: ...the following match will be for the OCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...the challenger from Rochester, New York, weighing in at 244lbs - he is a former ACW Champion, Hunter!
Huge support for the challenger as he is shown in one corner of the ring, prepared for this match.
Phillip: ...and his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 243lbs, he is the current OCW Heavyweight Champion, BK London!
Heat out the wazoo. It's expected.
RAF, the referee assigned for this match, walks to the center and holds the championship high in the middle of the ring. He hands it over to the timekeeper, and the bell sounds for the match to begin.
It isn't exactly the predicament BK London expected, as he prepared to face none other than the man who caused the most problems for him the first half of his ACW tenure - but instead, he found himself across the ring against Hunter, which proves that the ACW fans really do respond well to plot twists, koala bears, and retired wrestlers. Nonetheless, the two lock up in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up and quickly BK London latches on the side headlock. The advantage is clearly in the favor of BK London, being that unlike Hunter, he has been wrestling for the past 8 months or so. Nonetheless, BK London maneuvers into a rear hammer lock before crouching down and sweeping the legs of Hunter from under him. The Senatorial Stable member, or at least former member, lands face first right on the mat - and London bounces quickly cockily to one of the corner of the ring to allow Hunter to get up. He toys with the former two time ACW Champion, and enjoys every moment of it - while Hunter seems to have opposing views on the matter. Returning to his feet, he looks up at BK London - who has a joyous smirk across his face, and Hunter returns the smirk with a smirk of his own. The smirk of Hunter takes BK London a bit off guard, and wipes his smirk right of his face and turns his expression to one of disgust. Hunter calls BK London back to the center of the ring for one more tie up, and the current World Champion agrees. Making his way to the center of the ring, he now looks to lock up with the champion - but BAM - a kick to the abdomen catches BK London off guard. Soon enough the flury of right hands begin flying the way of London, each dismantling the perfect facial features of the champion, and London is now on the ropes - literally. Irish whipping him across the ring, Hunter looks to score with a back body drop - but BK London has other plans.
The champion grabs the top rope and pulls himself under the bottom rope, to the outside. Stopping Hunter's momentum dead in his tracks, BK London takes a breather on the outside - but it doesn't last for long. Throwing caution to the wind, and all the doubts of the heavy ring rust, Hunter races across the ring and dives through the ropes with a Suicide Dive to take out BK London. Both men spill to the ground on the outside, and the crowd goes absolutely bananas for Hunter who gets up shortly after. His head isn't as hard as it used to be, but nonetheless, he endures the blunt of the blow. The Co-Winner of the Fallen Heroes 2006 Battle Royal tosses the winner of the 2007 Fallen Heroes Battle Royal right back into the ring, and slides in right after him.
Rolling across the ring, London eventually gets up to his knees and he pleads for some sort of mercy from Hunter. Putting one hand behind his back and extending one arm for Hunter to shake, London calls for a truce 6 minutes into this match, but Hunter isn't having any of it. A massive boot connects to the jaw of London, taking him down, and several more boots follow. The former world champion is stomping a hole in the curent world champion, and walking it dry, for lack of a better phrase. With London trying to catch any air he can, Hunter picks up the champion and pulls him to the center of the ring. Throwing one arm of London over his shoulder, Hunter appears to be looking for the Shotgun. However, knowing this move better than any other move in Hunter's arsenal, London delivers elbow after elbow to the side of the head and a huge gut shot to Hunter to escape the move. Following that, BK London bounces off the ropes and plants Hunter in the middle of the ring with a running bulldog. The advantage of the champ doesn't go over well with the fans, but London could probably care less. Catching his breath for a few more seconds, London returns to his feet and he sees that Hunter is making his way to a vertical base as well. BK meets Hunter in the center of the ring and kicks him in the abdomen before irish whipping him into the ropes. Hunter rebounds off the ropes, and the champion goes for a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker - but in mid spin, the Master of the counter pulls off one of his exciting counters. Managing somehow to counter it into a Hurracanrana, Hunter catches London off guard and now hooks both legs for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:41:08 GMT -5
London barely escapes the pin, and both men return to their feet simultaneously. However, it's London who is quicker to pull the trigger and he takes Hunter's head off with a massive clothesline. Hunter is turned inside out by that clothesline/lariat looking move, and London quickly rises back up to one knee before returning to his vertical base. Picking up Hunter, by his long locks, he drags him to the corner where he now delivers several body shots with his broad shoulders. London then proceeds to irish whip Hunter across the ring to the opposing corner before racing towards him and scoring with a running shoulder tackle to his abdomen at full speed. The force of the shot sends some bodily fluids spewing out the mouth of the former three time Tag Team Champion, and London enjoys every minute of it. London now pulls Hunter away from the corner and closer to the middle of the ropes, where he sets up Hunter in a suplex position. Lifting him high over his head, BK London brings down Hunter abdomen first on the top rope - working more on the abdominals of the former champion. Adding more insult to injury, London then proceeds to land a toe kick right to the jaw of Hunter while he's hanging on the top rope, dropping him on the apron and then to the ground on the outside. Things are looking grim for the Champion's Revenge winner, but it's far from over.
Feeling pretty good about himself, BK London bounces around the ring a bit more before attempting to go to the outside. However, Referee Raymond Allen Fleming stops BK in his tracks, wanting to prevent any further damage to the already possibly injured Hunter. Hunter continues to roll around on the floor, clutching his ribs in pain, and RAF now decides to observe the body of Hunter himself. London however won't allow himself to be stopped by RAF, and he now decides to take an alternate route to his destination. Slipping through the opposing side of the ring, he now lightly jogs around to the other side to meet Hunter before laying into him with a huge soccer kick to the abdomen. Hunter continues to double over in pain, and BK London now picks him up to a vertical base and drops him rib first on the announce table. Hunter grabs his abdominal once again, and now BK London picks up Hunter and chucks him back into the ring. London follows Hunter shortly after, and now goes to pick him up to inflict more damage, but BK is met with a punch to the abdomen. This slows down London for a second, but he's determined to finish what he started and he advances towards Hunter again. Another punch to the stomach of London follows, and then another one, and then another one. A barrage of rights and lefts are delivered to BK London, and then a massive uppercut follows. The uppercut sends BK London backwards into the ropes, and now Hunter returns to his feet and bounces off the ropes. Hoping to score an offensive maneuver, his plans are derailed as London springs towards Hunter and lands a massive knee to the abdomen. Hunter flips over and lands on his back before clutching his ribs, and London now takes a rest on the ropes - catching his breath for a bit. The champion has had enough, and he does a bit of a cuthroat taunt before rolling under the bottom rope to the outside.
London approaches Phillip and tells him to get the hell out of his way, and the defenseless ring announcer obliges. He then proceeds to grab the folding chair of Phillip and folds it before re-entering the ring. This is not a no-disqualification match, but at this point, it doesn't seem like BK London could care less as he retains the title either way. However, RAF grabs one end of the chair as BK London holds the other and the tug of war begins between the two. Eventually, the grip of BK London loosens and RAF manages to grab the chair - but he stumbles backwards in the process. Laying on the mat for a few seconds, it's enough for Hunter to get the full advantage as he manages to catch BK London off guard with a massive kick to the nads. Cheers circulate throughout the crowd, and with London unable to defend himself, Hunter bounces off the ropes and connect full on with a Killer Spear. The spear nearly turns BK London inside out, and now both men lay on the mat motionless. Referee RAF begins to return back to a vertical base and he does away with the chair brought into the ring.
Hunter is unable to make the cover after such a move, especially with his bruised and battered ribs, and both men stay down for about the next 30 seconds or so. Slowly, London begins to show some signs of life - but Hunter is already up to one knee. Eventually London makes it up to his feet, and he is planted with a kick to the stomach. The Shotgun is being attempted for the second time tonight, and Hunter manages to get BK high over his head into the air. Positioning him there for a few seconds, he swings London forward to land the modified uranage part of the move - but BK manages to land on his feet. Going for what appears to be a DDT, Hunter manages to counter that with a double leg takedown and then a Jacknife Cover.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
BK manages to kick out, but as he returns to his feet, he is hit with a Snap Powerslam - and Hunter hooks the leg.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
The shoulder of BK London shoots up off the mat, and Hunter can't believe that he managed to kick out of that high impact move. Nonetheless, he doesn't allow any more room for error as he continues to capitalize on this situation by stomping away at BK. Hunter now picks him up and irish whips him into the corner before laying into him with a clothesline. Hunter wants to follow up with a bulldog, but BK manages to switch gears in the middle of it and he delivers a massive back suplex to Hunter in the center of the ring. With Hunter down and out, London rolls over to the apron and under the bottom rope before using the ropes to help him up to a vertical base. The champion now makes his way over towards the turnbuckles and he ascends them, and a high risk maneuver looks quite imminent. However, Hunter manages to pull himself back up to his feet and he shakes the first rope - sending London dropping groin first on the top turnbuckle. Hunter now makes his way towards the turnbuckle, and he ascends the turnbuckle slowly before now looking for what appears to be a superplex. The champion has been in this predicament one too many times before, and several gut shots manages to loosen the grip of his challenger. Hunter has been in the exact situation before as well, and a massive headbutt busts London open right above his eye. Knocked for an absolute loop, Hunter ascends to the top rope and the two come crashing down on the mat below.
Motionless.
Both men aren't moving at all for a few seconds. London hopes to try to gain the advantage in a situation like this, but he just doesn't have the power to move. Hunter hopes to does the same, but with his ribs and back aching, it doesn't seem very likely at the moment. They stay down for a moment, and by some miracle, Hunter begins to get right back up. Shortly after, BK London begins to get up - and they're really showing the amount of endurance that these two posses. Facing one another, BK London lands a massive right hand to the jaw of Hunter that sends him reeling into the ropes - but Hunter comes back with a quite stronger elbow to the jaw. The knocks a few screws loose of London, and Hunter now delivers a kick to the abdomen and now goes for London's own move - The Revolver. Luckily BK manages to counter this and he pushes Hunter towards the ropes. Hunter comes off the ropes, and BK now kicks him in the abdomen and looks to score with The Revolver himself. But it's countered in the same way. London instead is pushed into the turnbuckle, and he hits it sternum first. The champion goes stumbling out the corner and Hunter bounces off the adjacent ropes to go for a earth shattering clothesline, but London ducks under it. Feeling the right opportunity, he waits for Hunter to turn around and he looks to knock his lights out with the Shades of Michaels. Hunter ducks under it and he manages to scoop up BK London in a Electric Chair Drop position. Crossing the arms of BK while he is on his shoulder, Hunter now throws his weight back and he lands a very rare Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex. London's shoulders are firmly planted on the mat, and RAF slides on over to make the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
But BK manages to break free.
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Post by BK London on Nov 13, 2008 19:42:16 GMT -5
Hunter can't believe it at all, and he now quickly picks BK London up once more to go for another move to possibly finish him of, but BK pushes Hunter off into the ropes. Hunter bounces off the ropes and London leaps up to his feet and goes for the MedEvil London - however it is countered when Hunter simply pushes BK off. London manages to maintain his balance on his feet, and nearly doesn't see the Spartan Kick coming. Thinking quickly on his feet, he dodges the kick and manages to grab the inside of Hunter's leg in which he is pushing off of. He now rolls up Hunter, but manages to gain some extra leverage by placing all of his weight on the legs and body of Hunter. He grabs the ropes as well, but that is unseen by RAF at this time.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and STILL OCW Heavyweight Champion, BK London!
"Hello Goodbye" echoes throughout the building, and with that - BK London quickly rolls out of the ring to the outside to escape a possible physical altercation by the challenger. London drops right to the outside on the mat, and he crawls over to the timekeeper where he grabs his OCW Championship belt and hugs it tightly. He hasn't seen competition for his title like that in a long long time, and he knows - just like the crowd knows - that he was very lucky in retaining his belt tonight. He crawls around the side before getting up, and he holds his championship high over his head upon walking up the ramp.
Hunter doesn't exactly look happy with the fact that he lost this match under those circumstances, but he hasn't exactly been one to live in the past. Quickly, he finds himself accepting his loss - and as BK disappears behind the curtain, the Senatorial Stable members appear at the stage. From AC Evans to Jay Zero, all of them stand at the top of the stage applauding Hunter for his efforts. The former ACW Champion takes one last bow before heading up the ramp and disappearing with his peers.
End Show.
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Post by xs3 on Nov 13, 2008 19:43:12 GMT -5
TAG CHAMP YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!111 And awesome show to everyone else. We should do this more often.
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Post by TWMoney on Nov 14, 2008 12:00:07 GMT -5
Awwwesome show! Marked out for Hunter the whole show!! Good matches! Congrats to Train XS3 & American Made! Dave Tylers segments look strong still and his match with Richmond was good. ACW vs OCW gets better every show!
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Post by Chris Williams on Nov 14, 2008 12:33:57 GMT -5
Big props to AM and XS3 and Thunder Train on your new titles, I'm sure you guys will have a helluva reign with 'em!
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Post by bryce on Nov 14, 2008 12:56:44 GMT -5
Amazing show, definitely worth taking the time to read through it all.
Notes:
-Hunter was hilarious throughout the show, would be awesome if he returned full-time -It's good to see TK writing at his usual standard/frequency....though that general kawada segment or whatever confused me immensely -Dave Tyler shows good raw potential, as does Williams. Both these two could without a doubt do well if they stick around -I would mark out if Andrews turns on Senator/Zero/Kudo -Congrats to the new champions
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Post by BK London on Nov 14, 2008 22:54:09 GMT -5
Big thanks to Hunter, who actually put in a good amount of work this show for winning the poll. You made me glad that I voted for you.
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Post by hunter on Nov 15, 2008 1:09:16 GMT -5
You made me glad I actually let you use me, and you made me glad I won the poll. Brought out a creative spark I've been missing for a while, so thanks.
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