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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:07:53 GMT -5
Segment: The proverbial "ED" (Credit: XS3)
The camera pans around the arena to get glimpses of the crowd, some of whom are breathing safely knowing that ACW ultimately triumphed over OCW. Others still wave their signs and arms in the air, hoping to gain that one second of fame. Their attention shifts from the camera to the sounds of "Two Weeks" hitting the arena at full force. The crowd begins to cheer, though some of the 'Kiss Army' are booing, as XS3 appears from the back. With his ACW Tag Team title draped over his shoulder, XS3 salutes the fans in a calm manner before heading down to the ring, high-fiving some fans he passes by. Once he enters the ring, XS3 requests a mic. The music fades and the fans notice that XS3 does not have a trace of emotion on his face.
XS3: When it comes to my career here in ACW, all that people have come to know me for is expectations. They expect me to blab on about being experienced or whatever. I know what you all would expect of me right now. Did you expect me to be happy? Were you expecting a huge party for the fact that I overcame Hughes and Richmond to keep Jake Steele's title warm? Granted, that was a pretty good feeling but it'll be even better if and when he gets back. That's not the feeling tonight. The current feeling is overwhelming burden because once again, I have two monkeys on my back and I can't seem to shake them off. In case you forgot, I'm referring to Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss, collectively known as "Double Penetration".
The crowd divides themselves evenly with a good majority of the crowd cheering on Thunderkiss. The rest of the crowd are full of boos because of what this team has done in the past.
XS3: To those that are cheering, let it be known that I harbor no ill feelings against you. You're entitled to your opinions. But to those who are booing, you have to give the devil his due. Those clowns were willing to burn down the whole arena and put thousands in grave danger all for the sake of pushing their own selfish agenda. The last time I saw balls that big, Indiana Jones was running from one. But what they fail to realize is that they, in the words of Bleeding Through, can't destroy what they cannot replace. In this case, they can't destroy the memories of what they have done to ruin lives and drive people to the brink of frustration. I would know; I am a victim, a mere pawn in their twisted games.
XS3's eyes begin to shimmer with sorrow as he now lets anger take over.
XS3: As much as I'd love to rip Thunderkiss to shreds right now, I'll get to him later. Because I have something I have to get off my chest. And "X", this is directed towards you. To this day, I'm still desperately struggling to find a reason why people should still care about you. You reached the peak of your career when you won the world title this year. All you had to do was go out with grace and dignity. But what do you do? You inject yourself into the Road Steelers without even gaining anyone's consent, especially mine. To make things worse, you all of a sudden demand this large sum of money. It's people like you that make me sick. You're a parasite trying to leech off of everyone you come in contact with. You rode Hunter and Senator's coattails like a little bitch then became second banana to Jon Taylor. Now you're Thunderkiss' yes-man. It's amazing to see how pathetic you've become.
The last sentence is spewed with venom and a strong lack of remorse. XS3 then paces back and forth, tensely, before continuing on with his tirade.
XS3: And speaking of 350+ pound steroid monkeys, I refuse to hold back on this one. This is straight from the heart; not as XS3 but as Matt Irvine. Thunderkiss, words cannot describe how much I hate your existence. I wasted five months of my life trying to help you get to the top, putting your selfish needs over my own. I neglected my wife, abandoned my friends and turned myself into a spiteful waste of flesh because of you. The only reason I stayed with the Entourage for as long as I did is because I was receiving career opportunities of my own, opportunities far removed from your crusade for stardom. When the Entourage was done, I moved on with my life. It's a shame you made a waste out of yours. Don't even try to deny it, "big guy". You can rally all of your soldiers to agree with you but the truth will always be constant: for all that you have done and for everyone that you have harmed or scarred, karma will come back and tear you a new asshole.
A small section of the crowd begins to cheer with approval as XS3 locks his eyes straight into the camera and, somewhere, into DP's eyes.
XS3: And Thunderkiss, Thunder Train and I will be that karma. We will give personification to the expression "what goes around, comes around". Every moment of torment that you gave to Christine and every moment that you forced me to suffer at your feet will all come back to spite you. I've been speaking with Train and needless to say, he is hungry. He is practically starving for revenge and it looks like Double Penetration will be the main course. Fallen Souls, I guarantee that while your lesbian friends are off munching carpet, you'll be face down eating humble pie courtesy of the grand chef Thunder Train. And Thunderkiss, since I know you two are anxiously awaiting a tag title shot, know this. You can boast about being 4-0 in title matches but it won't matter. I've had your number so many times, I've lost count. You can treat my precious Christine like shit and call her a bitch but when it comes down to it, YOU ARE MY BITCH.
Once again, the fans give off their collective reactions. Some cheers, some boos. Regardless, they can't help but feel that XS3 has a newfound purpose: to destroy his enemies.
XS3: And that, you shallow puddles of narcissism, is not destiny. It's not fate. And with Jesus himself as my witness, it's definitely not where the power lies. That's just the way it is.
And just like that, "Two Weeks" hits once again and the crowd reacts to arguably the most intense promo XS3 has ever cut in his life. They can't help but feel the disgust that has emerged from the mouth of The Exemplar as XS3 raises his title to the camera, almost as if to taunt Thunderkiss. XS3 finally takes his leave from the ring and makes his way up the ramp and to the back.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -5
“Thunderkiss Cuts a Regular Promo ”Credit: Thunderkiss [As our show returns from yet another commercial break, Thunderkiss stands alone in the ring underneath the spotlight. Microphone in hand, it is apparent that he has something to get off his chest, and heaven help us all, we are going to be forced to listen.] Thunderkiss: Stephan Russo. You know, you thought you had good ol’ TK under your finger but when the chips were down and I backed you into a corner it was easy to see you had NOTHING. Perhaps if you would have tried to incorporate me into your little “OCW” team you might have had a bit more luck. Instead, you went with a couple of guys who ended up being non factors and teeny, tiny Jack Cheng. Wow. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. And that’s why tonight you sit at home watching Warfare instead of running it!Crowd *chanting* ACW! ACW! ACW! ACW! ACW! Thunderkiss: BK London. Ahhh, BK. You are a very lonely man, my friend but don’t worry, you’ll have company soon enough. Every Tom, Dick and Harry is going to try to make a name for themselves by trying to take that belt away from you. With your little faction gone, have fun with that. Well, I guess you never used them anyway, “Superman,” so it might not make much of a difference. Now as much as I would love to stand out here all night and berate the champ, because it is just too easy, I have another pressing issue on my mind. [Waving the camera in, Thunderkiss positions himself directly in front of it so the entire gets a clear, unimpeded shot of what he has to say next.] Thunderkiss: I’m still standing, “Exemplar.” That’s right, you failed as usual. Matt, at the PPV you may have unmasked me but you didn’t slow me down. Oh no, in fact, you made me STRONGER. Let me tell you something, Irvine. You were always the weak link in the Entourage. You couldn’t hack it in the ring or out of it. No matter where the party went, you couldn’t handle the fame and spotlight because you kept yourself attached to that damn ball and chain of yours named Christine. Make no mistake, Matt, I barely tolerated your presence in my inner circle. The only reason I didn’t kick you out myself was that standing next to you, I ALWAYS looked great. Maxwell McNally: Well, he’s as modest as always, isn’t he? “Fast” Eddie Edison: He hasn’t missed a beat, Max. Thunderkiss: Time has passed and we have all gotten a little older and a hopefully a little wiser, but one thing is always a certainty - you’re a quitter, Matt. Through all your failures you almost became a winner under my watch. You were inches away from becoming the International Champion but in true XS3 fashion, you BLEW it. And what happened to Matt Irvine after that? He tucked his penis in between his legs and went home to his wife. Big surprise, huh? [Upon mentioning XS3's wife, Thunderkiss hesitates for a moment and brings his hand down toward his crotch. The show directors instantly call for a camera switch and get it, but those sitting ringside catch his gyrations uncensored.] Thunderkiss: Christine ... Mmmmmmmmm ... Christine. Every time I close my eyes I see that big fat ass of your bouncing up and down. I must say, it certainly is doing “wonders” for my libido. I cannot simply walk around my locker room without putting an eye out these days! Hah! I just want you to know Christine that I can’t help it. I can’t help what is going to happen between you and I. I have an itch to scratch and I’m going to scratch it baby, no matter what. So don’t blame me when I spread you open and thrust my big shaft into the top of your baby’s head, blame you and those cute, little perky breasts of yours! Maxwell McNally: I think we have had enough of this. There is a line in this business you simply do not cross. Thunderkiss just jumped over it by a mile. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Absolutely. Somebody needs to pull this jerk’s microphone. Thunderkiss: Just when you think I’m done, baby, I’m going to come back for more and more and more and MORE! Every crack and crevasse of yours will be aching and stretched on my flesh. You and I will be quite the dancing partners Christine. Our sweat and juices intertwined, you will *NEVER* forget this night. NEVER! Fan: Stick it in her pooper! Thunderkiss: I’m coming Matt. I’m coming for you and your little, pregnant wife. I’ll bring the handcuffs, duct tape, rope and the video camera. Ohh, and how can I forget?! I’ll even bring JOYTOY with a strap on. Expect us. [Throwing the microphone down onto the canvas for the exclamation mark, Thunderkiss leaps over the top rope and saunters up the ramp way. Before he retreats through the curtain, he stops and takes one final look back. Seeing the crowd feasting out of the palm of his hand once again does his heart well. No more masks, no more gimmicks just himself and the tactics that brought him to the dance to begin with. Make no mistake, Thunderkiss may not have built this house ... .... but he damn sure owns it.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:08:47 GMT -5
Segment: Attention BK London Credit: Dave Tyler
As the camera cuts backstage again, Gingerdude sits in his office, looking stressed out as he shuffles through sheets of paper on his desk. As he does, a knock echoes through his office, as his head jerks up, surprised at his peace being disturbed. He gives a grunt as the door clicks open. Dave Tyler walks into the office, trying to maintain a look of confidence, but an air of worry also seeping through the facade. He looks like he's having an internal battle, wondering if it's a good idea to go through with this.
Gingerdude: Tyler? Keep it short, will you?
Dave Tyler: Yeah, fine. Suits me. I want a match on Meltdown. I want to prove to Chris and everyone else that I've got the balls to succeed here. I want a match to prove I've got what it takes to do well here in the long run. I want to prove I have guts! Since some people obviously don't think I do.
Gingerdude: Fine. I'll pass that information on and you can have a match. And if you don't mind....
Tyler: No, you don't understand. I want a match...against....I want a match against BK London.
Gingerdude says nothing and instead spends a few seconds staring blankly at Dave Tyler. Tyler looks back, keeping a perfectly straight face. Finally, Gingerdude bursts out laughing, flying back in his chair, sheets on his desk going up in the air in the midst of his hilarity. Tyler looks pissed as he crosses his arms and tilts his head to one side. Gingerdude wipes tears from his eyes as he looks back at Tyler. It dawns on him....
Gingerdude: Oh my god. You're serious, aren't you?
Tyler: Deadly. I figure if I have to prove myself to people here, then I may as well go after the very top dog in this company. I want BK London, one on one, on Meltdown in the ring.
Gingerdude: Tyler, I can't just give you a title shot...
Tyler: I don't want a title shot. Hopefully, in time, I'll earn one of those and when that time comes, I'll throw myself at the opportunity. But for now, I just want a match. Non title and whatever other stipulations you want or need to put on it. But I want that chance to prove myself. I want BK London on Meltdown.
Gingerdude spends a few seconds looking at him, eyeing him up and down.
Gingerdude: Fine. You've got it. You want BK to kick your ass, then who am I to disagree. Meltdown, you get BK London. Jesus, you want to show you've got guts? Something tells me we'll be seeing them spread all over the canvas. Good luck.
Tyler nods and lets a small smile spread accross his face. He turns and walks out the door, closing it behind him, as Gingerdude sits back, folding his arms and staring at the door. He shakes his head and laughs to himself, amazed at the audacity Tyler has just shown.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:09:26 GMT -5
Match 6: Scott Andrews vs. Dan White Phillip Jones: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida… ‘The Scarlet Assassin’ Scott Andrews! The lights go out over the entire arena.“Anasasis/Xenophontis” begins to play across the audio system. Scott Andrews walks out to a roar of cheers from the fans. He strolls onto the entrance ramp with a look of intensity on his face and raises his arm as Philip mentions his name. As he continues walking just past the main part of the ramp he stops and performs a Goldberg-esque ramp taunt, throwing air punches and kicks while white and red pyros boom behind until his flurry of shadow strikes end. Scott keeps walking until he reaches the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet. Climbing the turnbuckle, he looks into the audience and raises one arm rapidly whilst yelling inaudible, yet obviously 'psyche up' comments. He jumps down and punches the air a few times before taking off his jacket and waiting for his upcoming opponent… and he doesn‘t have to wait long…ANARCHY!!!!!! Phillip Jones: And the opponent, from Cardiff, Wales… ‘The Welsh Dragon’ Dan White! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He goes to two more turnbuckles, doing the same thing before jumping down and getting ready for that bell to ring and the lights to be on bright.*Ding, Ding* With the bell rung, the two men in the ring know it’s game time. Dan White walks back and forth pass the ropes near his corner, looking down at the mat and occasionally up at Andrews, shaking his hands up a bit. Scott Andrews intently watches White pace back and forth, making sure to use the ropes to do some final stretches. White stops pacing and he just stares over at Andrews. Andrews, not taking his eyes off of Dan yet, glares right back at him. Andrews continues to watch White as he moves towards the center of the ring and raises his hand in the air, asking White for a simple test of strength. Dan agrees to it seemingly, moving closer to the center of the ring and locking hands. They pull back and forth with each other, White having the slight advantage in the struggle, and pressing Andrews down. Andrews pulls himself back up to White and knees White in the gut, taking advantage of his bent over state by placing him in a Headlock and Judo Hip Tossing him over and down onto the mat. Andrews doesn’t stop there. He rushes up to the downed Dan and he clutches his arm, placing him in what looks to be a almost excruciating sitting arm wrench. The pain of it must send a jolt up Dan’s spine, because he quickly hops up and wiggles his way over the ropes, grabbing onto them with his free arm. Referee Ray Allen Fleming tells Andrews to break the hold, but he doesn’t hear the ref at this moment and RAF has to leave a message after the sound of Dan’s arm breaking. RAF stops trying to tell Scott to break it and begins the five count. 1.… 2.…… 3.……. 4.…….. Before RAF can disqualify Andrews, he breaks the hold and steps back keeping his hands in the air as if he’s completely innocent. Dan looks up at Andrews and holds his arm, clearly mouthing the words “fuck”, oops, that’s another £250 off Dan’s paycheck. Dan clutches his arm as he pulls himself up to standing position. Then oddly, Dan raises his arm in the air for a second test of strength. Andrews raises a eyebrow, approaching Dan to go for it anyways. They lock one hand… everything fine with that. They go to lock another… and instead Dan slaps the shit out of Andrews! Scott has to take a few steps back and hold his face for a moment, turning himself around to face the crowd as Dan yells at Scott saying “WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?”. Clearly he’s pissed by Scott putting so much pressure on that arm wrench. Scott on the other hand is not just pissed, he’s really pissed. He turns around to face Dan again, and without hesitation, charges at Dan with a fury of punches. Dan isn’t no slouch to fist suddenly being smacked against his face, so he quickly jumps on the defensive and fires back with punches of his own. The two men trade punches in a bar-like fight, with neither man looking to let up. If this wasn’t an official match someone would break it up, but it is - so we’re just gonna sit and watch this one unfold. The punches just fly, and fly, and fly. So much so that all of the wind must be knocked out of these men as they drop to the mat. But not in a passed out way, but in a “we’re down and I’m still kicking your ass” way. RAF sees this is going nowhere fast, and he tries to break it up. Dan is top of the heap, pounding away at Andrews now, and RAF grabs at Dan and yanks him off. Dan doesn’t take kindly to that and when back at a standing feet, he pushes RAF into the corner and very defiantly goes right back over to Scott. He reaches down at Scott - but Scott catches him in a Small Package! 1.… …2... …kickout!
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:12:19 GMT -5
Dan rolls away from Andrews quickly and gets to a seated position on the second rope. Andrews himself gets to both feet and tries to bumrush Dan in the corner with a running boot attempt, but it’s avoided by Dan which causes Scott to get hung up on the second rope. Scott, in pain, maneuvers himself out of the ropes, stepping back a bit. Dan runs up behind Scott and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. Dan doesn’t go for the pin attempt. He instead lifts Scott back up, holding him by the neck. He irish whips Scott across the ring, deciding himself to run to the opposite rope. When the two men meet up, Dan kicks him and hits a swinging neck breaker. Dan goes for the pin - but only gets a two count. Dan picks Scott back up and goes for another irish whip. On the rebound, Dan seems to be going for a back body drop, but Scott sees different. With Dan bent over, Scott takes advantage by kicking Dan in the forehead. He lifts Dan up by the head and cold cocks him in the mouth, which sends the Welsh Dragon into the ropes. Scott stays on the offensive and continues after Dan. He pulls him up off the ropes and turns him around, making sure to smash Dan in the back a few times with elbow smashes - before he attempts a vertical German Suplex. But the Sex Pistol and man with more illegitimate kids than a rapper reverses the move with elbow shots of his own. Scott breaks the hold and steps back holding his jaw, but instead of letting Dan take the advantage back, Scott hits a Half Nelson Suplex. The side of Dan’s head hit’s the mat hard and Scott looks confident, staring at the top turnbuckle with an idea. Scott leaves the ring briefly to go on the apron, where he stops for a moment and does a gun taunt, pointing it at his own head. He then pulls the ‘trigger’ and climbs up the ropes in a Moonsault position. He then leaps off high, high, high into the air with the Suisault - and for Scott the impact is mainly on him as Dan barely rolls out of the way of the move. Scott’s leg hit’s the side of Dan, while the rest of his body bounces off the mat. Scott lays on the mat, seemingly unconscious. Dan White as well lays on the mat, taking this time to catch his breath. The crowd sits in anticipation, watching on as Dan pulls himself up, holding his side the entire way up. He staggers around a bit, having to grab hold of the rope to keep himself upright. Dan walks to Scott and grabs his leg, slowly pulling him to the middle of the ring. Dan knows Scott is out and sees fit to pin him and end this right now, hooking the leg as RAF makes the count. 1... …2... …….3! No! Scott gets a arm up and the fans watching inside of the Baton Rouge River Center are roaring right now for The Scarlet Assassin. On the other hand, Dan White isn’t. He really isn’t. Dan is sitting up with Scott on the mat behind him and he looks pissed. He reaches behind himself and grabs Scott’s arm as he rises to his feet. He grabs hold of Scott’s neck - and slams him down with a neck breaker. He isn’t done. Dan keeps the hold locked in and hits another neck breaker. Still not done. Dan lifts Scott up again and hit’s the final one for the Triple Take-No! In a sudden boost of energy, Scott spins out of the third neck breaker attempt, charging to the ropes. Dan doesn’t see it coming, but in the back of his mind - he knows. The Headshot 1.… …2... ……3! *Ding, Ding* Phillip Jones: Your winner by pinfall… Scott Andrews! "Anasasis/Xenophontis" blares through the speaker system as the final bell of the night has already rung. Knowing his victory was hard fought, Scott rolls off of Dan White and takes time to look up at the lights at the top of the arena with his back placed on the mat. Despite being on the mat, RAF still raises the arm of Scott and declares him the official winner. And according to the promise Ginger made Scott earlier in the night, this means that he now, as well as Jason Freeman will be getting a shot at Jake Steele and his International Championship. The exact point in time is unknown, but none of that matters to Scott right now, as he rolls out of the ring slowly and begins to make his way up the ramp to many cheers from the crowd.
On his first night back, Steele has already gotten two challengers for his International Title… and more seem to be in the horizon…
How much longer can he possibly stay champ?
The Thunderkiss of old seems to have made a return, and in the favor of The Road Steelers, it may be for the worst…
And with year’s end rapidly approaching… Can Jay Zero really do what he has been screaming, yelling and at times praying for… become World Champion?
One thing is for certain in ACW... It’s going to be one cold December.
Fade to Black…
But the show isn’t over just yet.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:12:47 GMT -5
Segment: Bust Your Windows Credit: Steele/Hughes After Scott and Dan have made their ways up the ramp, and everyone is getting ready to pick their stuff up and leave the arena, we suddenly cut to the AlphaTron, which is showing Jake Steele walking through the ACW parking lot with his International Championship over his shoulder and a pair of keys in his hand. Steele nonchalantly walks through the parking lot, only stopping when he reaches his brand new, orange and black, 2008 Edition Mitsubishi Eclipse. Steele walks over to the car and juggles the keys around a bit until he finds the one for his car. He sticks it in the keyhole and twists it, effectively opening up the car. Steele throws his International Title in the passenger’s seat and sits down on the orange and black leather seats. Steele sits with one leg out of the car, sticking the key into the ignition and revving the car up. Smiling now that he knows just how beautiful the engine sounds, he grabs for the car door to pull it closed and get out of the arena - but then as he sees the window he begins to notice it has been busted out.Steele - What da fuck?[/color] That definitely caught Steele’s attention. He gets up out of the car and realizes that there is small glass shards on his leather seats.Steele - Who touched my shit!?[/color] Steele pulls out his cellphone and walks around the car to the passenger’s side as he dials whoever. He sees that side hasn’t been harmed and he shows a brief smile as he notices his own reflection in the window.
Too bad that his reflection won’t be as pretty once he realizes who is creeping up behind him.
~PUNCH~ Out of literally nowhere the man intent on ruining, and ending the career of Jake Steele; Jonny Hughes arrives in the parking lot by taking Steele’s head and bouncing it hard off of the side of the car. Relentless, Hughes grabs Steele by his head again and smashes it against the lower side of the car, which keeps the International Champ down for a moment. Hughes looks behind himself for a moment, his facial expression that of a confused man. Realizing whatever or whoever he is looking for hasn’t showed up, he begins banging his hand against another car. This must have been ‘the signal’ because out from behind a Toyota comes manager to the stars; Brian Bravado. He fixes up his suit and quickly walks to Hughes, seeing Steele is down and he begins smiling. Hughes just stares at Bravado and asks him a question.Hughes: Do you have them?Bravado: Of course I do, I always get what you need. Cause I’m the greatest fucking manager this side of AC-Hughes: Brian… shut up and hand them over.Brian as always is grinning ear to ear. At the request of Hughes, he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out two fuzzy pink handcuffs. Hughes doesn’t go to grab them, instead he just continues to stare at Bravado.Bravado: It’s all I could find.Hughes snatches away the handcuffs, and turns away from Brian, going back on the assault by kicking the downed Steele with hard shots to the chest and gut area. Hughes picks up Steele and slams the back of his head against the car door window, cracking the window slightly in the process. Hughes can see with every shot Steele’s consciousness is fading, but he doesn’t let him drop completely to the ground as he drags him over to the car mirror. Hughes has Bravado hold Steele up as Hughes handcuffs him to the mirror. With Steele locked to his own car, Bravado backs up quickly and Hughes can do nothing but smile at this situation. He’s been wanting to get his hands on Jake Steele ever since his return in November, and finally the chance has come. He isn’t going to wait for Gingerdude’s approval of anything anymore, Hughes is going to do whatever he wants with Steele, and no one can say a goddamn thing about it. Hughes: I’ve been waiting a long time for this Jake. If you think the attacks that preceded this one were bad then you’re in for a shock.Hughes notices that Steele is about to lose consciousness so he slaps him hard in the face in an effort to keep his focus, Jake’s eyes widen but they’re glazed over and it’s clear that he’s about to drop. Hughes decides that now is the time for him to make his move, time to inflict the pain he’s had planned for Jake Steele whilst he is still conscious enough to appreciate it. Hughes holds his hand out to Brian Bravado who reaches into his inner suit pocket and pulls out some brass knuckles and hands them to Hughes who slides them onto his hand and curls it into a fist, he then lifts Jake Steele’s head up and delivers a sickening punch that connects hard with Jake’s cheekbone. Steele winces in pain as the combination of brass, skin and bone has created a small cut along the line of Steele’s cheekbone, the area quickly swells and blood begins to slowly trickle from the fresh wound. Hughes’ face breaks into a sick grin as he surveys the damage he caused with that single blow as his agent Brian Bravado nervously keeps a look out. Hughes winds up and throws yet another hard right handed punch to Steele, this one connecting with the brow of Steele which immediately opens up. Steele’s body starts to become limp and his consciousness is beginning to fade, in fact it wasn’t for the fact that Steele is currently handcuffed to the wing mirror he’d be lying on the floor right now.Bravado: Are we done here big guy? It looks like you’re losing him.Hughes: You may be right Brian, so let’s get to the good stuff.Bravado looks at Hughes with great curiosity, making it clear that he has been left out of a major part of the plan, he watches as Hughes reaches around his back and slides something out of a holster, the light catches the object and creates a bright glare. Bravado recoils at the realisation that Hughes is currently holding a very sharp knife in his hands, Hughes runs his finger over the grooves of the blade and feels its edge, pulling his finger away as he feels just how sharp it really is. He slowly approaches Steele whose eyes are wide open and a look of sheer horror all over his face as he is fully grasping the graveness of the situation he is in. Hughes smiles when he sees the fear, feeling that he is doing his job properly. Hughes grabs Steele’s head and presses the flat side of the blade against Jake’s cheek so he can feel the cold, harsh steel against his skin.Hughes: I thought I’d bring my friend here in on the action. He’s been dying to meet you Jake, so why don’t the two of you get a little more acquainted?Steele’s eyes move from the blade to Hughes’ face, a solitary bead of sweat slowly trickles down Steele’s forehead and onto the blade. Hughes positions the blade so the sharp edge is against Steele’s cheek he starts to apply pressure when he is interrupted by a call from his agent Brian Bravado.Bravado: Shit! Someone’s coming! We’ve got to cut this party short man.Hughes grimaces at this news and slowly pulls his knife away from Steele’s cheek, Jake lets out a relieved gasp as Hughes puts his blade away and stands up. Bravado points in the direction of the incoming interruption as he and Hughes start to make their getaway. They are almost out of shot when Hughes stops in his tracks and runs back to Jake Steele delivering a sick running knee that connects with the temple of Steele whose body, worryingly, goes limp and slumps to the cold concrete floor beneath him. Hughes then makes his getaway as help arrives and we fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 17:13:03 GMT -5
Segment: Stepping up to the throne (Credit: BK London/Jay Zero) The main event was quite a doozy, with Scott Andrews picking up a well deserved win over Dan White - but the night isn't exactly over yet. Upon returning from the brief, and last, commercial break "Amazing" by Kanye West - fresh off his new album 808s and Heartbreak which is in stores now - pumps through the speakers and the fans don't exactly recognize the new theme until they see the shots of BK London right up on the Alphatron.
The Baton Rouge River Center doesn't exactly give BK London the warmest reaction, but he has come to accept that over the past few months. Walking down to the ring, he still wields the bloody steel chair that helped dispose of McKaye and Starkweather earlier in the evening. As he walks down the ramp, he throws the steel chair over the top rope and into the ring - nearly hitting Phillip in the process. Moments later, BK London rolls under the bottom rope into the ring himself and he now picks up the steel chair before looking over at Phillip.
Phillip hands BK London the microphone, as usual, and with another glare - London sends Phillip scurrying out of the ring. The red lights that engulfed the arena return to normal, and the music dies down as well. All that can be heard is the sound of 9,000 unruly fans.BK London: So, I don't know if any of you tuned into Hello Goodbye about nine days ago, but - things didn't exactly go how I had planned it to. Without making any excuses, the point is that Team OCW...well Team OCW lost. Massive cheers for this statement, we cut to the crowd where we see several "OCW = Dead" signs, and while London takes notice of them - he pays them no mind.BK London: And because Team OCW lost, because MY team lost, I decided to once and for all to cut the fat of the team. The fat being Henry McKaye and Starkweather. Henry McKaye proved to be quite beneficial at the beginning of his OCW run, but he never got the job done. We asked him to win the International Championship and bring it back to the camp of OCW - and did he? No. Instead the title was traded back and forth right over him, like a game of monkey in the middle. And then, he brought in possibly the worst acquisition to a stable of all time. All I heard was hype of how this man would help us change the face of ACW because his feelings were the same as ours. All I heard was about this man being a monster, being uncontrolled, being the worst thing that would hit ACW since...well, OCW. And all that hype proved to be trash. Starkweather is none other than an overrated, lazy, arrogant, asshole who attempted to cruise on the success of the stable - and accomplished that. Well tonight, the ride was over - for them both. Tonight, I gave both Starkweather and McKaye a going away present that they would surely never forget. So as of this moment ladies and gentlemen, as of this very moment right here - OCW is history.. A massive pop. We can already picture people dancing in the streets all over the world for this announcement - it's something that all the ACW fans have waited to hear since the introduction of the dangerous alliance.BK London: Whoa whoa whoa, I wouldn't get too cheery Little Rock. OCW may be dead, but BK London - your World Champion - is still alive and kicking. There ain't nothing that's going to kill me here. And Jake Cheng feels the same way. OCW may be dead, but Top Draw still runs the show. And just like that, London turns on the heat machine.BK London: And I came here tonight to tell that to none other than Chairman Gingerdude. You see, Gingerdude may be 100% Chairman again, but I still hold all the cards. I am still ACW World Champion! London holds up his championship in the air, reminding everyone just who the top dog is. The three letters "O-C-W" have been removed from the plate, and the letters ACW reigns supreme again.
"Gingerdude's Theme" pounds through the speakers to the delight of the fans in attendance, and the new 100% Chairman walks out onto the stage in quite frankly one of the best moods that we have seen him in in recent history. He struts down the ramp and makes his way into the ring and stands face to face with BK London.BK London: Oh, and what do I owe this little appearance to? Chairman Gingerdude: London, I am the Chairman - I can do whatever as I please. I can come and go wherever I want. In the blink of an eye, I can end a match and well...end a title reign, if you catch my drift. A pop for the Chairman, and all London can do is stare in the face of the total and complete Chairman. London then turns to the crowd.BK London: SHAAAADDUP! Cheap heat.BK London: 100% Chairman or not, Gingerdude - you don't have the TESTICULAR FORTITUDE - no - you don't have the CAJONES - no - you don't have the BALLS to strip me of this championship. Because you can look down the list of the champions of 2008, from FSX, to Sarin, to Thunderkiss, to Hunter, and to Jake - and you have to realize that I am the BEST Champion that has come through ACW in a long LONG time. Chairman Gingerdude: You may be right BK London, but there are quite a few more people who are just a little more qualified to be champion than you. I'm talking about...Kudo Yasuda.... Huge pop for Mr. KO, and quickly "KU-DO" chants break out.Chairman Gingerdude: ..there's, Scott Andrews... Another major pop, and "Scott Andrews" signs are shown throughout the entire arena.Chairman Gingerdude: ..hell, I'm sure even the veteran Senator has one more run left in him... The Andrews pop comes to an end and another one begins for The Senator, and his loyalist and wrestling elitist fans throughout the arena make their favorite superstar known.BK London: - And I've beaten them ALL Gingerdude! Major heat.BK London: You name them, I have beaten them, and there's no one that's going to stand in my way Ginger. NO ONE. Hell, you can't even take away my title. You see, I think your age is getting to you, you seem to have forgotten last June where I signed the contract immediately after I defeated Adrian Flamingo. You seem to have forgotten the Mutual Agreement clause in the contract which states "BK London cannot be stripped of a championship belt, suspended, or fired without a mutual understanding by both parties". You really gave me a wallop of a contract, much better to the one you had that 'roided up Hogan wannabe Blunderkiss! Gingerdude remembers the clause, he remembers it vaguely, but he remembers it alright. He doesn't like to admit that London is right, but he has no choice.Chairman Gingerdude: You know what, you're right. You're absolutely right. BK London: Of course I'm right. Now if you'll excuse me, since there are no more worthy competitors to defend my title against - I'm going to take my holiday break a little early. Chairman Gingerdude: Whoa whoa whoa, I wouldn't say there's no worthy competitors. BK London: What are you talking about? I've beaten everyone worth beating. Who exactly could you have left? And of course, just on cue with BK's question, the arena enters a darkening state. The crowd begins to cheer as a single blue spotlight shines down on the ring, engulfing both the Chairman and the Champion. They both turn their bodies around to look around, and just then... "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet begins to blare through the speaker systems, sending the entire Baton Rouge River Center to their feet in a frenzy of cheering! As Jay Zero's entrance video lights up the Alphatron, a series of blue and white spot lights begin to shine throughout the arena. Meanwhile in the ring, BK looks over at Ginger, shaking his head with a smirk on his face - but, in reality, it looks like Ginger is taken back by this entire thing. Slowly, Ginger walks towards the ropes looking up at the entrance way with squinted eyes. Zero slowly pushes past the black curtain and makes himself known into the public eye to result in even louder cheers now. As he steps under a white spotlight, we can clearly see his dark blue jeans and simple black t-shirt. But what we now notice is a microphone in one hand, and a large black briefcase in the other! He walks down the entrance ramp with a little kick in his step as BK London backs up, allowing him to enter the ring. Zero hops up the steel steps and walks down the apron just a bit before stepping into the ring. He walks past BK London, exchanging glances with him just before hopping onto the second rope of the turnbuckles closer towards the announce table, posing with his briefcase for the hundreds of cameras in the arena. He hops off the ropes and the music fades out, cueing the spotlights to die and the arena lights to resume back to normal.
As Zero now slowly turns his body and approaches where BK was standing just before, the ovation from these avid fans in Little Rock continue to reign supreme. But then, Ginger rushes over and begins to ask Zero a hundred questions at once, but Zero just tells him to back off as he lifts his microphone up to his lips. Zero: Calm down, just let me talk Ginger... Now BK I couldn't help myself backstage listening to you run your mouth about how Ginger has no real authority of you! See, you think you're untouchable, isn't that right? You think just because you have that World title, that nobody can come close to touching you! You're too high and mighty! BK London: At least it’s getting through to SOMEBODY around here what I’m all about… Zero: "I've beaten them ALL!" you say! Well BK - allow me to remind you something. Kudo, Senator, and Scott Andrews aren't the only ones out there! There are other worthy contenders for that World title! BK London: Oh yeah? Like who? Zero: Like me! The crowd cheers and BK just rolls his eyes. Zero: BK, keep in mind that you and I are even! You may have gotten some wins in some six or eight man tag team matches here and there, but when it comes down to it, you've beaten me once in a singles match, and I've beaten you once in a singles match! BK London: Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight. You think because you’ve beaten me in a singles match – in which situations beyond my control helped you win, and because you pinned me in the War Games match that YOU deserve a title shot? Gimme a break.. Zero: London I don't need to think anything! I KNOW I earned myself a shot! BK London: You think so huh? Well please, enlighten me Mr. “I deserve a title shot”. Give me one good reason why you deserve one? Zero: See you may think that your World title has seen it all BK, but let me tell you this! It hasn't seen Jay Zero in a LONG time! And even then, it was stolen right out from underneath me in an impromptu title match! It's about time that I got the rightful opportunity that I've earned BK! So now, let me take you back to about one year ago! Hunter had just come off of a nice World Title win! And of course, he needed some stability! That's why when we squared off in a tag team match, he didn't have the balls to put his title on the line! Remember that? I sure do! So this year, things are gonna go a bit differently, see! Instead of it being a tag team match main eventing - we're going to go at it toe to toe in a one on one match! And instead of you cowarding out like Hunter did... we WILL have the ACW World Heavyweight Title on the line! The crowd cheers as once again BK just shakes his head.BK London: First of all, don’t you dare compare me to that hack that you called Andrew Hunter. Second of all, you know, it’s just like you to live in the past Zero. You’re always bringing up these past situations about who beat who. About what is better than what. You never take a look at the present. And the present is that I’m World Champion – and you’re not. I’m great, and you’re insignificant. I’m big, you’re small. I’m right, you’re wrong. And that’s just how the world goes Zero. So unless you have anything else to add, I think I’ll be taking my leave… Zero: BK London -- this right here is MY 2008 Emperor of the Ring contract! In 21 days at Winters Discontent... The reign of BK London - is dead. He drops his microphone and turns towards Chairman Gingerdude. With two hands, he forcefully shoves the briefcase into his chest until Ginger grabs it. The crowd stands to their feet and cheers as Zero turns back around and stares straight into BK London's eyes who then in return begins to get right up into Zero's face.
The games may be over - but the War is just heating up..
The scene fades out.End show.
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Post by Dan White on Dec 1, 2008 17:13:53 GMT -5
Excellent show
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 1, 2008 17:19:07 GMT -5
Indeed, an excellent show all round. I owe BK a great deal of thanks for taking this on.
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Post by Silencio/The Dan on Dec 1, 2008 17:26:13 GMT -5
Damn, I had a promo for Warfare but I got caught up with schoolwork. I'll use it for Meltdown.
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Post by TWMoney on Dec 1, 2008 18:49:56 GMT -5
great show! sorry i was missing but i had comp problems.
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Post by xs3 on Dec 1, 2008 19:52:37 GMT -5
Everyone's writing has really stepped up. Winter's Discontent is about to become TEH UBER SMEX!
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Post by Scott Andrews on Dec 1, 2008 23:28:30 GMT -5
This was an awesome show.
I agree with XS3. WD is already shaping up.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on Dec 2, 2008 3:03:55 GMT -5
Brilliant show everyone, top notch stuff!
- Firstly I'd like to welcome back Danny Mainer, I really enjoyed that segment and it'll be very interesting to see where he goes with the whole "Psycho Butcher" gimmick! - The increasingly stacked odds against Jake Steele was fantastically written, throughout the show it really felt like the International Title division is stacked full of competition for Jake, I'm really looking forward to where it goes next. Special mention goes to Hughes' attack on Steele btw, I could really feel the hatred. - "Spitfire" Jonny Hughes > "The Shooter" Jonny Hughes - This feud between Double Penetration and Thunder Train/XS3 is really hotting up, all the guys had some great contributions to this throughout the show and XS3's loathing for TK really came through in XS3's in-ring promo. - Also, Jake Zero vs. BK London for the World Title = win, I've been waiting this to happen!
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Post by The Senator on Dec 2, 2008 10:50:27 GMT -5
It's been FOREVER since you've seen one of these, but I needed to bring it back, yep, you're looking at...[glow=red,2,300]The Senator's Moment of the Show![/glow] Segment: Still United And It Feels So Good (Credit: BK London and Jake Cheng) Jake Cheng: Yo, man, I got this….date tonight. BK London: Whaaaaaaaaat?</Miley Cyrus>. Jake “The Chick Magnet” Cheng eh? Jake Cheng: The one and only. Fuck The Miz, he should just go back to MTV where he belongs. BK London: Oh for sure. Well I’ll see you later man. Indeed, Jake, indeed. Really solid show all together, with Mainer's return in style, and a ton of great segs from everyone.
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