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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:27:06 GMT -5
“Macho Man” by the Village people hits the arena, and suddenly this dream appears all too real… Edison: THAT COULD BE ONLY ONE MAN, MCNALLY!McNally: There’s no way!The arena lights brighten slowly as a figure seemingly floats down in style from the rafters, as “Macho Man” continues to play over the speakers. Dan readies himself for the approaching entity. “MA-CHO-MAN! MA-CHO-MAN! MA-CHO-MAN!” Edison: It’s RDK! THE MACHO MAN IS BACK!McNally: ACW HAS NEVER BEEN MORE DANGGERRRROUUUS!Edison: Hey! That’s my line!McNally: It is indeed the Macho Man RDK, as he unstraps himself from the pulley system, Randy descends 8 feet into the ring and is greeted by an impending Dan. Macho ducks a clothesline from the Welsh Dragon and turns around on the rebound to clothesline him over the top rope. The crowd is going ballistic at this point as Dan White crumbles on the outside. RDK begins to Macho up while a freaked Jake Steele seizes the opportunity to toss Hughes back into the ring under the ropes. Hughes gets to his feet and circles around the Macho Man RDK, not exactly thrilled with the situation Steele has thrown him into. Scott Andrews comes in from behind, with a steel chair in hand having avoided continuing his altercation with Freeman for the time being. Scott raises the chair and goes to hit Macho in the back of the head but Macho moves to the side, trying to avoid a tackle from Hughes. Macho is successful in his efforts as Hughes’ meets with steel, and Andrews drops the chair in confusion. Edison: DANGGGEROOOOUSSSS! COLD STEEL TO THE FOREHEAD OF JONNY HUGHES!This gives Macho adequate time to run in for a swinging neck breaker to Andrews. Macho gets to his feet as Freeman takes to the top rope, Freeman jumps off the turnbuckle in an attempt to take RDK down only to be caught in a MACHO SLAYUM! The ring trembles at the might of the Macho Man! Randy: OoOoH YEAAAH!RDK shakes his arms in excitement as he continues to macho up and cater to his fans he has been away from for so very long. Jake Steele has had enough of this however, and while RDK was busy cleaning house, Steele has slid into the ring with his title. He gets to his feet and holds onto the belt firmly. Steele - It’s all over Macho!Jake runs towards RDK as he turns around having heard Jake’s words of aggression. Jake goes for a swift slam to the face with the International Championship to the skull of RDK! McNally: WATCH OUT!!!!RDK ducks and nestles his head in behind Jake’s arm, securing his back with his Macho arms. Edison: ROCK BOTTOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Thousands of flashes go off as Macho Man lays out Steele in the middle of the ring with his devastating signature maneuver. RDK stands tall as the chants continue and the screams persist. MachoMania has come home. Randy is tossed a mic from one of the tech support, and he begins to move his silver tongue. Randy: GOOD EVENING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD AFTERNOON, GOOD GOD, ITS THE CROWD, ITS THE PEOPLE, OF THE A-C-W!More screams and camera flashes take place in the 5 second breather following RDK’s opening line… Edison: Who’d of thought the legend, the icon, the main event show stopper Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon, would return?McNally: I thought we’d never see him after his farewell encounter with The Senator!Edison: Anything can happen in the A-C-W!Dan White has also acquired a mic at this point, and is at the top of the stage. Dan: You have a a lot of nerve to show your bloody face in this arena again! This is bullocks! Randy: Speak up ya jabroni! The Macho Man has gone on long enough watching and listening to your same rants day in and day out! The Macho Man oughta put you in your place this instant brudah! Pickin’ on squirts like these! *RDK points around at the other superstars out in the arena* You should be ASHAAAAAYYYYMEEED BRUDAH!Scott Andrews at this point snatches the mic from Dan as he has staggered his way up the ramp. Scott: Stay out of this RDK! You had your reign, and as far as I’m concerned, if it weren’t for that disqualification technicality, I’d of been the one to take away your international title, the day you were— Randy: Kickin’ yo ass brudah!!?!Scott: --What?! NO! I- Randy: OoOoH Yeaah! You better believe dat brudah! Cause if the jackass who cried wolf wants to step into the ring with the legendary mach and eat his own words, hes gonna have to bring his game up a notch! I am the rightful ACW International Champion brudahs! You…you are a disgrace and represent everything I am against in the ACW! Brudah, either twiddly twiddly your ass on outta here, or come fight the macho man, ONE MORE TIME, in the middle of this ring! Scott is speechless, Jonny, Freeman and Steele also have something to say to the macho man, and have at this point grabbed their own mics. Macho cuts them off before they can say anything however. Randy: Jabronis here and there, don't know where they belong, The Macho Man will sort them all out brudahs! I have been taking and making the names in the ACW since day one! Now I wouldn't say that creating Mr. White over here to be all he is today is an accomplishment brudahs, but I am guilty of the responsibility! That's one thing for sure! Scotty boy over here was eager to take on the mach early on when he was workin’ in the tag division! So I sent the sumbitch to the depths of shit brudahs, AND TOOK HIS TAG TEAM TITLE! OOOOOH YEEAAAAH FOR ALLLLLLL MY MACHOMANIACS!The crowd cannot contain themselves. Security has doubled since Macho made his appearance, and even then it is hard to restrain the most die-hard fans of all. Will and Richmond look on from the crowd and are confused at what is going on, Macho looks at them in disgust. Randy: Brush your teeth!A huge sound of cheers and laughter roar in the stands, and the two competitors back away. RDK turns his attention back to the other five. Dan and Scott at length on the stage, and the other three all surrounding the ring. Randy: Now despite the fact I don’t need a reason to be here…I’ll tell you straight up! I got a call from the Chairman the other day…and well…he felt it was time to boost the ratings….SO NOW I’M BACK! But that’s not all! AT WINTER’S DISCONTENT…I WILL BE FACING THE REST OF YA JABRONIS FOR MY INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP! That means your reign is coming to an end Squirty Steele! I don't care what card you have up your sleeve, it's gonna be a wrestling match, and I'll be damned if you or any udah brudah are gonna wear a turtle neck sweater to the ring! I bleed and I sweat, I cry and try, I macho up, and I perservere over jabronis every single day of the goddamned, whos your mother now, WEEK! Zoomin' through the streets and up the alley, WELSH DRAGON --- SCARLET ASSASIN, WHOEVAH, you just gotta make a few more left and right turns, before you all land yourselves, at the one and only, famous for ribs, homies and their cribs, couldn't you tell, IT’S THE MACHO HOTEL! You bring the eggs, I'll bring the ketchup brudahs! It's gonna be fork and knife, slice and pitch, you know it jabronis! So at WINTER DISCONTENT, HERE IN THIS VERY RING, THE MACHO MAN WILL PIN OR SUBMIT ANY OF YOU FIVE JEMIMA BOYS FOR THE ONE TWO THREE, AND RECLAIM THE ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WOOOOOORRRRLLLLD! OoOoOoOoOoOoH YEEEEAAAAAAAAH MACHO-MAYUNNNNNN!!!!Macho drops the mic and goes to the turnbuckle, posing to the fans. While the five others around the ring just watch on in confusion and disgust. It seems that in ACW whenever you think you know what's gonna happen, you better think again. The Macho Man is back and at Winter's Discontent, he plans to get some International Gold back around his waist. [Fade Out]
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:27:59 GMT -5
Segment: Mall Santa = Harder Than You Think (Credit: Train/XS3)
We stand in some room inside of a mall. Train is standing there, dressed as Santa, XS3, dressed like an elf, and Thunder Lawyer. XS3 has a pissed off look on his face as he sips some coffee. Thunder Lawyer goes over some documents on a clipboard and Train crouches down to tie his boot. Lawyer writes out something else and hands it over to Thunder Train, who signs it and gives it back. Train looks over to XS3, who just gives him the cold shoulder (Pun intended 100%).
Train: Aww, come on. Cheer up! It's Christmas.
XS3: Tell me... How did you persuade me into going through with this?
Train: I told you that we would be getting paid lots of money!
XS3: ...I don't think we're getting paid after all...
Train: ..........
Lawyer: Money? This is a charity event to give Train some of his community service.
XS3: Well, have fun with all the kids peeing on your lap. I'm outta here.
XS3 walks over to a nearby chair and lifts up a coat. Train runs over and puts his arm around XS3 and swings him in the other direction.
Train: Hold up man. Don't you want to do something that will make your heart feel good. Isn't Christmas all about giving? You have a chance to go out there and make a bunch of kids feel great about themselves.
XS3: ...a good childhood is a subject I'd rather not dwell on.
Train: LOOK GODDAMIT!
Train cracks open the door slightly and both men stare out into the mall. They look and notice a line...a VERY VERY long line. They can hear coughs and chatter and Miley Cyrus playing over the P.A. system.
Train: Maybe this was a bad idea....
Lawyer: TOO LATE! YOU GO ON NOW!
He pushes them out into the mall. The tag team champions walk around to avoid being spotted. They get behind the big stage set up and walk up a small ramp to the top. Train counts down from three then walks around so everyone can see him.
Train: HO HO HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The kids cheer.
Train: Sorry I'm late! I was just getting a snack! I love cookies! Ho Ho Ho! Now, let the first one come up to tell me what they want.
A small girl walks up. No more than 5 years old. She had blond hair and seems a bit afraid. She slowly climbs up on Santa's lap.
Train: What is your name?
Little girl: S-s-sally sir.
Train: Sally Sir? What the fuck? I mean, ah yes Sally. I remember you! I gave you that...toy last year.
Sally: Are you really Santa?
Train: Why, yes I am. Why would you think that I wasn't the real Santa Clause?
Sally: You're black.
XS3 snickers.
Train: WHAT? WELL YOU CAN GO AWAY NOW SALLY! DON'T GROW UP AND BE A HO HO HO LIKE YOUR MOTHER!
Train throws Sally off of his lap and pushes her away. Sally begins crying and her mother walks up and grabs her. Train yells "MAMA HOE!" as they walk away. Next up a little boy sits on Train's lap. He is probably six years old. Train whispers something to XS3 then looks back at the child. He recognizes who it is and gets pissed.
Train: OH SHIT, YOU AGAIN?
Boy: WANNA READ THAT STORY NOW MOTHERFUCKER?
Train: REMEMBER YOUR LITTLE BABY FRIEND? I ATE HIM AND I'LL EAT YOU TO!
Boy: TRY AND CATCH ME MOTHERFUCKER!
Train: GRAB HIM X!
XS3: Get back here, you little shit!
XS3 blocks the only exit from the set and the kid tries to fake him out but can't do it. So the kid kicks X in the balls and runs around him. X falls to the floor, grabbing his groin. Train simply laughs as the next kid walks up.
XS3: ...I'm... going... to fuck... you... up.
Train: NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN STUPID ELF! Sorry kid, he's a Canadian elf, they don't like Christmas very much.
XS3: Dude... I like Christmas...
Train: They celebrate Kwanzaa.
XS3: Fuck you, asshole.
XS3 rolls over onto his side to hide his pain. The kid jumps onto Train's lap and begins listing things off.
Kid: I want an Xbox, a Wii, a Playstation, Gears of War 2, Halo 3, Guitar Hero, Rock Band, a new big screen TV, a pack of gum, a bike, a swimming pool, a raft for the swimming pool, Super Smash Brothers Brawl, Resistance 2, Call of Duty World at War, an Xbox 360 Wifi thing so I can play on Xbox Live and not talk about getting it for 7 months, a--
Train: WHOA! Shut it kid! Do you think I'm made of money? And whoever told you Santa and his slaves make this shit are lying! How can we make those things without being sued up the ass by the REAL companies that make them? What are you a retard or something?
Kid: B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-but I just want a good Christmas.
Train: Christmas isn't about the things you get or how much is under your tree.
XS3 *in background*: I hate you so much Train
Train: It's about spending time with your family. I mean, giving is better than receiving in damn near all cases. So you can take that list and shove it up your ass. Now if you don't mind I gotta go.
The Miley Cyrus music changes into some epic anthem (Probably the Top Gun Anthem, but it's too low to hear over all the boos from the kids and parents). Train helps up XS3 and they walk down the back of the set. They continue walking down the mall and are heading to what looks like a Subway. XS3 is still grabbing his groin and is walking slower. He then stops and turns his head a bit. The scene fades away...
Fade out....
A throwing up noise can be heard.....
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:29:57 GMT -5
“My Gun is Loaded with Bullets & I’m Ready to Shoot” Credit: Thunderkiss [We are halfway through tonight’s production and everything has gone off without a hitch. The fine men and women in the production truck are extremely thankful for this revelation as it makes their jobs go a little bit easier. Sadly, as their monitors display the image of Thunderkiss storming angerly to the ring, their calmness is shattered. Now scrambling like chickens with their heads cut off, they bark orders into their headsets at our trained camera team to get into position. Thunderkiss will not give them the time to do so and quite frankly could careless about any dismay he is presently causing. It is his voice that is important at this point and time, not his image.] Thunderkiss: I got something to say and if you don’t want to listen, go to the exits or turn the televison down. I don’t give a shit what you do but what I do know this time belongs to me. Anyone who dares interrupt me shall draw my ire, and considering how pissed off I’ve been as of late, that is something you want no part of. I will break into your house, have my way with your wife and slit her throat if need be. Maxwell McNally: And as usual, Thunderkiss dazzles us with his fine use of imagery. Thunderkiss: Now that I have your attention, I would like to address those who are lining up in massive numbers to “dunk Thunderkiss” as if having a match with me was some damned carnival attraction. Needless to say I have not been on my “A” game as of late and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Apparently, I still have a lot of rust to shake loose. Now let’s take you back to just about 8 months ago. Back when I was breaking World Champions left and right, I had to BEG to get a match. Backstage, people avoided me like a herpes laden hooker. In fact, I was lucky to grace your fine television sets twice a month if I was lucky. Now, it’s no problem finding a match. Oh no, every j-brone in the back just can’t wait to fight Thunderkiss in the ring so they can feel some sense of satisfaction if they get lucky enough to win. To these people I ask, where the FUCK where you when I was World Champion? When I held that strap over my shoulder, I BEGGED people for matches and found few takers. What does that tell you? What does that say about others? That says that people are selfish, chicken shit bastards, that’s what.Kiss Army *chanting*: THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! THUN-DER-KISS! Thunderkiss: What people fail to realize is that while it may be fun to poke the bear while he hibernates, he’s going to wake up sometime. When that time comes and I crawl out of my cave, to whom it may concern, I am going to be one REALLY nasty SON of a BITCH. I’ll be coming, count on it.“Fast” Eddie Edison: Is it even possible for this man to get any nastier?! It looks as if I may have to crank my danger meter up to 11! Thunderkiss: You know, I was absent over the middle summer months to the beginning of Fall and during that time my legacy, who I am and what I stood for, all but vanished. Gone and totally forgotten. Army, that is one of the primary reasons I am BACK standing before you here tonight. What I did previous to that time should have been remembered in legend but instead was erased and labeled as commonplace by some very unappreciative assholes. Ask around to the mark web sites on the internet, ask them who are the greatest five wrestlers to ever grace an Alpha Championship Wrestling ring. I might make a couple lists out of ten, If I’m lucky. Meanwhile, names of yesteryear get placed in front of me, people who never even held championship gold. Make no mistake, I appreciate and respect those who came before me in this company but I will not roll over and sell myself short, I stand alone from the rest. There may be a few legacies I cannot deny, such as BK London and Yoko Satoshi, but as far as I’m concerned the table better damn well be set for me. [He pulls off his trademark shades to indicate he means business in his final words.] Thunderkiss: You are looking at the man who had to fight for every damn thing he ever earned in this company and I’ll guess some things will never change. I wish that I could waltz into the World Title picture after my absence but I guess in order to do that it’s all who you know. You folks are looking at a man who does things the hard way because I’ve never been handed anything in my entire life. ACW, I’m prepared to do things the hard way once again. [Feeling as if there is no more that needs to be said. Thunderkiss drops the microphone down on the canvas and rolls out of the ring, feeling as if a giant monkey has just been pulled from his back. As his words made clear, another one will undoubtedly latch onto his back and the process will repeat again. Some people in life have it easy; some don’t. Thunderkiss certainly falls into the later but it is this fact that brings him motivation. Those who make life difficult for him provide him with the fuel to keep going on and right now his tank has been filled to the brim.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:30:52 GMT -5
Segment: You're worth looking past (Credit: BK London)
Interviews, interviews, interviews. You would swear BK London was promoting something like a movie or a dumb new fragrance - by the way, Musk of London will be hitting the shelves in 2009.
Nonetheless, Charlotte King was standing in front of the locker room of the champion, and as the fans saw the name on the door - immediately the Las Vegas crowd began booing. King could try to get a word in, but she would just be drowned out by the reaction, but nonetheless - it was her job.
Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm standing in front of the locker room of the man who will be defending his World Championship next week Saturday at Winter's Discontent - the ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London!
The decibals on this reaction that BK London is getting is through the roof. The door opens up to the locker room, and BK London peaks his head out into the corridor where he sees Charlotte King and an entire camera crew.
BK London: Wasn't the interview I gave on Monday enough to satisfy you people?
Charlotte King: You'd think so, but negative. You're the ACW Champion, we expect show to show updates on your mindset and what you have in store for tonight. You can't escape us.
BK London: You want to know what I have in store tonight? I have a match tonight. Get it? Got it? Beat it.
BK London looks to close his locker room door, but Charlotte King manages to block it with her foot. London looks down at the leg of Charlotte King, and then looks up.
BK London: You know Charlotte, if you wanted to take a ride on the BK London Express - you don't have to cover it up with your attempt at an "interview". You and I both know there have been a little bit of chemistry between us since you started out here. I see the way you look at me, undressing me with your eyes...
Charlotte blinks.
Charlotte King: Excuse me?
BK London: Don't deny it Ms. King. We all know that you strive to be Mrs. London. Mrs. BK London.
Charlotte King: Don't flatter yourself London. I have a boyfriend, and he's a lot less creepier than you.
Rejected.
BK London: Oh, well. Then what the hell do you want?
Charlotte King: I came here to ask you about your match against Danny Mainer later tonight. Especially since we're in the hometown of Danny Mainer - Las Vegas, Nevada...
Cheap pop.
BK London: Danny Mainer huh? Only a wimp like that could come out of a cesspool of a town like this.
Cheap heat.
BK London: As far as I am concerned, tonight is not about Danny Mainer. Tonight is about Jay Zero. Tomorrow, will be about Jay Zero. Monday Night Warfare will be about Jay Zero. Every single night until Winter's Discontent - I will be focusing on one thing, and that's Jay Zero. So whether Chairman Gingerdude wants to book me in a match against the hometown hero or not doesn't really matter to me. I have beaten Danny Mainer before, and I will do it again. And then, after I'm finished with that - I'm coming after Jay Zero and finishing the job I started on Monday Night Warfare. Is that good enough for you, Ms. King?
Charlotte King: Why yes it is...
BK London: Good.
With that, London shuts the door and Charlotte King is astonished at how rude one person could be. She walks away and the segment fades out..
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:31:22 GMT -5
”Grand Redemption" Credit: Danny Mainer Tonight’s an important night in the career of Danny Mainer. No less then 3 days after his monumental return win over accomplished veteran Kudo Yasuda, Danny’s now facing the World Champ. Clearly, Chairman Gingerdude is pissed off with him and who wouldn’t be? In the process of tonight his car has been destroyed, last show it was his office and all kinds of other hijinks have been underway because of Danny. Catapulted in a match with the only three time World Champion, Danny needless to say should be worried but as he stands with Charlotte King he seems as if he’s just won one million dollars. Charlotte seems a little worried about interviewing ‘The Psycho Butcher’ but Danny has no intentions of hurting her. She squishes up next to him to fit into the shot and Danny smirks as the camera starts to roll. “Go Time”.Charlotte King: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m stood here today with Danny Mainer who has over the last few months on his injury period has been on a journey of self discovery. Now as much as I’d like to talk to Danny about his experiences now, I’m pressed for time. So Danny can you condense the last 6 months into one word?” Danny was smiling like a Cheshire cat up until this point. His face dropped and his eyes slanted to the side as he stares at the camera crew in the distance. Few seconds pause and he looks into the camera again.Danny Mainer: ”Interesting.”And with that, Danny goes silent and stares at his feet like he’s praying. Charlotte seems a little stuck for what to say or what to do so instead she just resorts to her typical interview crap.Charlotte King: “Umm! Right? OK, Danny, last week you took on Kudo Yasuda and beat him in your first match back in half a year. How do you feel about that?” He smartens up and acts all serious now, just like his XI-8000 self. An expression of pure man-machine on his face as he starts to shoot off another promo.Danny Mainer: ”Well Charlotte! I’ll tell you EXACTLY how I feel about that situation. Y’see, Kudo maybe a hard as nails jackass with all the pride in the world but I’m Danny Mainer. I’m not big and I’m not tough but I’m agile and I know my strengths. My strength is the ability to take someone to the limits and be able to put someone flat on their back for the three count just like I did to Kudo. He thinks he got all of it when he looked to swipe the victory with the Yakuza Knee and I totally swerved from that and sent Kudo packing on a Psycho Holiday. He was defenceless and considering this is my first taste of in-ring combat in six months I feel I did more then shine in that ring Charlotte. I feel that I showed why I’m one of the most dominant, intelligent and all-around entertaining competitors in the ring. Kudo may have taken me to the limits but I’m proud to say I came out on top and bested him. I can’t say fairer then that.”Danny dusts his hands off and already psycho twinges begin to kick in as he starts picking at his ear live on TV. Charlotte is completely tongue-tied and can’t seem to find her way out of this situation.Charlotte King: “Well umm, what about BK London? Now, you’ve faced him in the past and he came out on top .How do you plan to t-?” Danny Mainer: ”BK London… BK LONDON! BEE… KAY LONDON?!?! Let me tell you a thing about BK London, Charlotte! Last time I faced him he STOLE the victory from me. Notice how not even his Shades of Michaels could take me down?! Victory was mine until he cost me. A lot of my losses have been because of THAT CRETIN BK London. Numerous losses to that washed up dweeb Jake Cheng were because of him, I hate BK London with every ounce of my being and in that ring he’s going to get a message loud and clear. BK is arrogant because he held onto a title by surrounding himself with arms. Many hands make for light work and that is especially true for the privi… hon… MIRACLE and once in a life-time opportunity of being the ACW World Heavyweight Champion. It takes a lot to get that belt and it takes a lot to keep it and the longer he keeps that belt he tarnishes its reputation with his cheating ways and taint, I, Danny Mainer… representative of justice AND of the ACW fans won’t bring home gold but I’ll make sure BK London is OFFICIALLY put in his place.”Charlotte seems to be able to finally connect with Danny for a change and she pats him on the shoulder reassuringly, an act that nearly caused Kevin Anderson to have his head bitten off but has gone unnoticed with Charlotte. Danny slaps his chest cockily like an ape.Charlotte King: “What’s your game-plan for BK London? Do you have any new moves or tactics you plan to unleash on the guy? I mean a lot of people noticed in your match with Kudo you’ve sorta’ gone in his direction with a barrage of new kicks and a few high-flying techniques. Finally, despite his best efforts his mental foundations collapse and he declines back into being an absolute craze. He laughs his ass off like a mad man who’s been on a weeks binge of moorph-… never mind. He laughs like a lunatic in his own inimitable way being deliberately obnoxious.Danny Mainer: ”I didn’t emulate Kudo, THAT son of a bitch copied me. He’s what, only 20? I started my Kickboxing when I was 11, all of 16 years ago and my Bokator is a recent development. I’ve been enhancing my body and mind for powerful techniques beyond HUMAN. CAPACITY and well let’s just say that my game plan is simple. I’m going to KILL BK London. I’m gong to use a potato skinner and cut skin off of his shoulders and FORCE HIM to eat it. I’ll then tear out of his clumps of hair and glue them to his armpits and I’ll turn that man into meat. I’m gonna’ shred him up into little bitty bits, I’m gonna’ beat the fuck out of him and I’m gonna’ tear him apart. No fear, I’ll take his sorry ass out. BK London, you don’t know HOW MUCH I’ve been through lately, I’ve been through some of the most painful five months of my life and I’ll be damned if a little piss-ant who got lucky by surrounding himself with thugs is gonna’ kick my ass here tonight. Fuck BK London, fuck the audience, fuck Gingerdude, fuck the system and more importantly FUCK YOU Charlotte King. Pack your bags London, it’s time for a Psycho Holiday”Danny storms off again leaving Charlotte dazed and confused. Charlotte calls for the camera to be cut as we draw to a fade.FADE
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:32:08 GMT -5
Match 4: BK London vs. Danny Mainer II (Credit: Mainer)
“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits as the lights dropped, strobes pulsing all around the arena as a loud cackling laugh overshadows the intro. After the full intro the lyrics start depicting scenes of a sexual nature as Danny walks out looking as “joyful” as ever. He hasn’t gone for flash in his new entrance as he ignores the ten-thousand strong crowd that are ALL cheering the man who was born and raised in this city. He doesn’t notice though and so the ex-International Champion walks down the ramp, those foolish enough to try and get a high-five from him are promptly ignored and one particularly arrogant man who calls him an “emo” is strongly retaliated at by being snapped at and the target of violent growling. Danny walks down to the ring twirling around and slicing down with his fore-arm as if he were striking a piece of meat on a table; he then jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He raises his arms and then climbs up the nearest corner to the top-rope standing tall and straight like a statue. With his footing carefully on the ropes, he then makes a cut-throat sign before wowing the audience with a back-flip.
Phillip Jones: ”Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the REMATCH of Danny Mainer VS BK London! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 171 pounds. He is a FORMER ACW International Champion, please welcome your hometown hero and ‘The Psycho Butcher’… DAAAANNNY MAIIIINEEEEER!”
Danny then stopped and waits for BK; ignoring the riotous amounts of Mainer chants throughout the building.
“Amazing” by Kanye West hits the sound system at full force and the ACW fans boo the once fan favourite from the borough of Brooklyn. Sure enough, the ACW Champion 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 ringside. 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 flashing off the gold. As the flashbulbs go off all around him, they still continue to boo the ACW Champion - but BK London takes it all in stride. He hops down from the middle turnbuckle and now stares his opponent dead in the face.
Phillip Jones: ”And from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 243 pounds he is the WOOOOORLD Heavyweight Champion… please welcome BEEKAAAAY LOOOONDOOOOOON!”
BK then stops and turns to see Danny waiting at him. He smirks at him confident in his abilities and having the opportunity to destroy Danny in his hometown. Soon, Kanye dies down and the audience hush as the epic match begins to get underway.
With that, the bell rung and soon these two stallions were once again in the ring locking horns. The crowd egged them on as they clashed into a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up, BK quickly overpowered Danny due to his size advantage, then having swerved behind him hitting a quick Forearm Strike to the back of the head. Danny turned around clutching his neck and BK used this by kicking him in the stomach and snapping on a Headlock. BK then dropped to one knee taking Danny down with him as he wrenches the neck out of its socket starting off his offence to soften Danny. Danny underneath the arm growled like a wild animal as he tried to shake his way back up quickly regaining his footing. He then walked backwards into the ropes. Danny shoved BK off and BK ran across the ring with a hop in his step. Danny walked after him but BK expected this, stopped running and lunged backwards with a blind elbow catching Danny straight in the chest. The two crashed to the floor with Danny coughing and spluttering away.
McNally: ”Holy Heck! What a blazingly fast start to this epic match-up! It’s The Psycho Butcher VS The World Champion and BK seems to be taking a hold of the match.”
BK barely touched the floor before he got back up working on Danny again starting to kick him in the chest which was already aching like Hell from the back-elbow in a bid to wear him down. Danny tried to block the offence but it didn’t work out all-that well as the world champion kept battering him. BK then decided to switch it up a little, he kicked him in the chest once more as like the lipstick on a love letter and stood back giving Danny room to get up as a sly smirk spread across the face of the champion. Danny rolled onto his front and begun to push himself up quickly, however as he rose to his feet BK from behind sprinted up and attempted a chop block! However, to the approval of the audience Danny managed to side step and deliver a VICIOUS shin-kick straight to the neck as he fell into the space Mainer occupied seconds ago.
Edison: ”Ooh wow, what a shot! Right to the neck! That’s gotta’ hurt!”
McNally: ”I’ll say! That was vicious!”
Danny didn’t waste any time, as displayed when the second BK landed on the floor he climbed on top of BK’s back and started twisting his neck. BK on all fours was defenceless as Danny started trying to wrench his head out of the socket. BK squirmed trying to shove Danny off but it didn’t work so instead he attempted to use his size advantage. The muscles of BK really being put to work, BK grabbed a hold of the back of Danny’s legs and lifted him up. The crowd cheered a little at the show of strength happening before their eyes even if it’s BK London. He lifted Danny up into a piggy-back position which lead Danny to lock in a Piggy-Back Sleeperhold attempting to deprive BK of oxygen. BK realized the danger zone he put himself into and attempts to shake the crazy little guy off him, but it doesn’t really work no matter how hard he tries as all it leads to is more wasted oxygen.
McNally: ”Look at this powerful clutch that that shaken maniac Danny Mainer has applied, he’s a monster!”
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:32:27 GMT -5
BK knew he was in trouble and responded to this as he in increasingly violent manners tried to shake him off, he elbowed out behind him trying to get a shot in on Danny but he realized that this wasn’t going to work. He quickly scanned looking for the nearest corner to face so he can then run backwards into the opposite one. Finding his moment he ran backwards attempting to crush Danny between the rod and his weight but the only thing that was actually crushed was BK’s momentum as he flung himself into the ringpost. Danny having jumped down and combat-rolled in front of BK watched as BK hunched over clutching his back lurching forward. Danny smiled like a Cheshire Cat as a crazy idea entered his mind. Danny jumped up onto BK’s back and vaulted over the top rope landing precisely on the apron wowing the crowd with athletic ability. BK stood up straight in confusion but then Danny grabbed his head with both hands, turned around and jumped off the apron hitting a vicious neck breaker over the rope.
Edison: ”WOW! What amazing style! This guy must do parkour or something to have such great balance and flipping ability!”
McNally: ”I’ll say, ya’ won’t find stuff like that anywhere but with Danny Mainer I’ll tell you that much!”
BK now in a sat down position was groggy as Danny pushed up off his ass from the floor, Danny rose up to his feet, but BK smelt opportunity and as a desperation attempt tried to Chop Block The Psycho Butcher as he climbed into the ring, it connected perfectly. Danny fell back onto the rope rolling into the ring. BK made a massive comeback as he grabbed the leg and dragged Danny centre of the ring before changing leg and beginning to stamp on it rapidly attempting to soften it up for the inevitable Corporate Lock that will come sometime later in the match. BK then locked in a Standing Leg Twist putting his right boot near Mainer’s waist and applying pressure around his knee. What BK didn’t expect was for Danny to look him straight in the eye and laugh like a moron as BK applied this technically legal submission hold. BK, the world champion who’s more or less seen everything in the ring wasn’t expecting that and so he broke the hold and kicks him in the face instead to stop the laughter.
McNally: ”Man oh man! I’ve seen some crazy things in my last four years here but this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone laugh their way through a submission hold! Danny is messed!”
BK then started to get a little more serious as he dropped Danny with a German Suplex right onto the neck. With Danny slowly getting up BK then stalked him before lunging at him with a Bionic Elbow cracking him sharply on the crown. Danny fell backwards struggling to keep his footing, just managing it… barely. Danny sparked forward attempting to hit BK in the face but BK ducked and hit a Scoop Slam dropping Danny straight to the mat before flattening him with a Flying Tailbone Press driving all of his weight into the stomach and chest area of The Psycho Butcher. Danny groaned pain at this however he did have chance to give BK a big cheesy smirk to try and enrage him further. This worked and after that, BK and still in the tailbone press position started with a series of violent mounted punches to try and knock his ego unconscious.
BK London: “I’ll wipe that damn smirk off your face!”
McNally: ”Danny is clearly trying to get into the champion’s head and it looks to be working but not in a good way as BK is all serious and mashing his face up.”
Edison: ”Yeah but when you’re angry you make mistakes and Danny may well capitalize on that!”
Despite the pain, Danny just couldn’t contain himself despite the fact he was getting beaten up by the world champion. Finally after some degree of battering he got annoyed and started fighting back grabbing BK by the neck and pulling him down into a big ol’ headbutt. Danny did a backward roll into a kneeling position and then he grabbed BK’s shoulders and threw himself up into a Hurracanrana. When he tried to roll back however it didn’t really work as BK’s grabbed on to his ring tights securing him in place. BK attempted to counter this by power-bombing the former International Champ but that didn’t work either as Danny put up too much resistance. Danny delivered a swift dig to the forehead stunning BK temporarily allowing him to roll down and grab BK’s shoulders to pull him into a Monkey Flip. Mainer hit the floor and BK flew over him full speed, shoulder-first into the ringpost to the delight of the audience who cheer for this innovative move!
Edison: ”Oh Hell naw! That has got to hurt! Where does Mainer pull this stuff out?”
McNally: ”Considering the man had a complete mental break-down he hasn’t lost a step in the ring!”
BK after about 10 seconds of delayed dallying pulled himself out of his corner slump and clawed at his shoulder as it spasmed and ached with sweet, nourishing pain. BK turned around and to his surprise Danny was nowhere to be seen. He stared around looking for some sign, anything but the sign cames when it leapt off the turnbuckle right behind him and landed on his back. BK nearly soiled his trunks when Danny landed on him and came even closer to ruining it all when Danny starts BITING his head viciously like a wild animal. Right at the tip of the crown his teeth sink into the flesh ripping away at it violently like an angry dog that’s finally caught the cat that’s been keeping him up all night with its mewing for the last 12 years. As he did this, Danny barked like a dog as BK screamed in unbelievable amounts of pain. Danny hopped off of BK’s back and spat blood to the floor landing on one knee, BK turned around wondering where Danny’s gone again but he saw him the second he lunged up with two fingers straight to the eyes. Danny completed this gesture by then kicking him in the shin completing The Angry Pirate! BK turns his back and Danny swoops in with the roll-up.
McNally: ”First cover attempt of the match here! Danny has BK with those dirty moves!”
ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!
Danny didn’t focus on this too long quickly yanking BK off the floor to continue up his assault. Starting this off was a barrage of brutal forearm chops right to the chest backing BK towards the centre of the ring. After about 4 chops London returned with a vicious chop which cracked him sharply on the bridge of the nose. Danny is actually hurt by this shot and he stumbled back clutching his beak (not BK) trying to guard himself. BK ran in and kicked Danny in the stomach as Danny turned away hunching over to defend himself. BK hooked a Back Suplex and lifted Danny up and over dropping him awkwardly on his back. He then however shuffled up and quickly locked in another Rear Waist Lock. Danny seemed shocked at this event when BK with full force dragged him up to his feet straight into a German Suplex! Danny barked like a wild dog as BK rolled him up into a second German Suplex quickly followed by a third. On the fourth you can really see the strain on BK’s face as he planted him down. BK then hit the fifth and final one spiking him right onto his neck with cringe-worthy impact. He then rolled him onto his back; escape seemed inevitable.
Edison: ”Oh my God what a brutal series of textbook Germans! Danny’s gonna’ be hard-pressed to escape this!”
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
McNally: ”Wow! Incredible resilience from the former International Champ.”
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:33:26 GMT -5
Danny miraculously found the way to kick out throwing BK off of him. BK seemed shocked and so too do the crowd at his ability to outlast five sequential German Suplexes from the World Heavyweight Champion. Ring-pace rapidly kicked up a gear when BK grabbed Danny’s head and dragged him up to his feet hitting a devastating knife-edge chop to the chest followed by another and another sending Danny’s torso a light pinkish red colour. Danny just laughed again this time with more of a maniacal cackling tone in it infuriating BK to extents possibly unknown. BK ran forward attempting a clothesline which Danny ducked under twirling around swinging his arm straight towards BK’s head with a strike he called The Meat Cleaver! BK managed to miraculously grab the arm before he got chopped in the head and used Danny’s own momentum to drag him right into a flying knee up to the face. Danny stumbled around groggily like an idiot as BK bounced off the ropes and delivered a HELLACIOUS Yakuza Kick from Hell! Danny hit the mat like a sack of potatoes clutching his jaw in agony as BK attempted another cover, this time hooking both legs. Edison: ”If it weren’t the Germans, THIS would be it!”McNally: ”I’ll say! This can’t go on much longer!”ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!BK London yelled at the referee RAF begging him to render it a three-count, convinced that it was but he ignored his pleas telling him the match was still on. In the distraction, Danny had made his way up to his feet and was doing a little dance waiting for BK to turn around. When BK saw Danny dancing he flails his arm out attempting to catch him with a strike but Danny grabbed his wrist and completely bricked him with The Jakarta Smash! beating him senseless with a vicious and powerful elbow strike right to the mouth followed by a second one straight after. BK fell on his ass clumsily as blood trickled out the corner of his mouth causing a sadistic smile to cross Danny’s face, made heartier by the blood on the back of the head. Bloodied, BK fought desperately to get away from Danny who was trailing him with eagle eyes laughing like a lunatic. Edison: ”Talk about simply red, BK makes Mick Hucknall like a rip-off right now!”BK didn’t take kindly to this mocking and when his vision had unblurred itself he flung himself forward trying to kick Danny in the thigh, it hit and Danny stumbled back as BK lunged upwards trying to follow up his quickly planned out counter with another this time aiming for the shin. BK pushed up to his feet and knocked Danny down with a European Uppercut smashing him right in the chin. This sent him wobbling back a little setting him right up in place for THE REVOLVER! A kick to the gut and soon Danny had been planted on the mat with the Twist of Fate. His head bounced off the mat like a bouncy ball on hardwood floor and he rolled onto his back seemingly motionless. BK makes the cover as the crowd heckle the champ, predicting the end. McNally: ”Holy smokes! Will you look at that?! Revolver! This was the move that put Danny’s lights out last time! This HAS to be it!”Edison: ”The cover here! I THINK you’re right!”ONE!
TWO!
THR-KICKOUT!BK was stunned! He didn’t know WHAT just happened. He started to go crazy with rage unable to fathom that his old finisher just got kicked out of. He mounted Mainer and starts to pulverize his face with wave after wave after wave after wave of forearm and closed-fist shots to the face. He then finished it off with a beautiful swinging slap right to the face to which the crowd did not respond too well to. BK then started to strangle the ex-International Champ throttling the life out of him slamming his head on the mat, veins bulging out of his neck as he burnt up into a state of pure animalistic anger. Danny again though just grinned much to the chagrin of BK only egging him on further. BK however, took it one step further and spat in the ex-International Champs face which was something that finally did wipe the smirk off of Danny’s face. Danny Mainer: ”You SON OF A BITCH!”CRACK! McNally: ”Oh my God! What a SHOT!”Edison: ”YES! YES! YES! Take it to the champ, kick his ass!”BK rolled off of Danny after his nose was nearly shattered with a swift and full-fledged headbutt right to the bridge of his nose. Danny pushed his way out from underneath the big man and got up. Danny was seeing red literally going crazy on BK. Danny grabbed him and pulled him straight into the Dark Orchid Demolisher making like the mailman as he delivered those trademark classic knees right to the torso knocking every last bit of sense out of him. The crowd were really behind Danny now despite his hatred and his angst for them, counting along with every knee strike right up to the seventh one. Danny then let BK stumble, then out of nowhere he leapt up for THE PSYCHO HOLIDAY!!! but BK moved back in time to evade the crushing knee strike that surely would’ve knocked him unconscious. Danny quickly got up to his feet attempting to get back on track but as he saw BK he got derailed with ANOTHER YAKUZA KICK FROM HELL!Edison: ”How much can this man take?! I mean, he’s tough but nobody can survive all of this!”McNally: ”I know. This is somewhat of a shock, he stepped up to Kudo and now he’s giving it his all in the ring against the champ.”Danny once again was slumped on the floor but this time BK wasn’t not wasting time with a pin. He headed STRAIGHT to the nearest corner slapping his thight and stomping on the floor to signal that signature move that has knocked out more men and women in the ring then I’ve had hot dinners. Danny wasn’t exactly moving at the start of the procession, as he may more or less be totally unconscious. Danny in fact looked almost like he’s stopped breathing as BK raised a concerned eyebrow to the referee. The referee ran in to check on him as BK refused to leave his powerful perch, the referee checked on him and Danny showed minor signs of life. Enough to render the continuation of the match anyhow. He slowly but surely, in his wind-up mode of a tantalizingly drawn-out fashion begun to wake up knowing full well that he’s probably about to receive his doom. BK stalked him, increasing the pace of his stamping as Danny made it to one knee slowly rising up still barely conscious from his earlier Yakuza Kick. Danny finally managed to stand up straight clutching the back of his neck, he twirled around and BK hurtled at him like a javelin getting him straight in the Danny is hit with the SHADES OF MICHAELS! Hook and cover and it appears to be all she wrote as denoted from the sound of Danny’s jaw cracking. Edison: ”That’s it, the game is up for Butcher! No chance in HELL now!”McNally: ”The cover!”ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!-HOLY HELL NAW! Kickout.The crowd may well have just soiled their trousers and so too will have BK as Danny Mainer thrusted his arm out to break the pin. BK nearly fainted with shock as his most successful move has been kicked out of. He couldn’t believe it, the commentators couldn’t believe it and the fans couldn’t believe it. BK got off of Danny and literally begged RAF on his knees for something, ANYTHING to be called a three-count but RAF shook his head and told him “No sir, you’re not victorious”. BK has absolutely nothing left to go on after that, he felt completely exhausted after everything that this great match had contained and was on his final nerve. From the opening blows right to this it’s been a roller coaster of a match, especially for free TV and now, BK has only one little motto to go by. ”If at first you don’t succeed… try… try again.” The Champ started banging his head on the mat repeatedly unable to comprehend a damn thing as he’s filled with so much anger, shock, adrenaline and that feeling you get right before you puke that any regular thought pattern is about as difficult as shooting a gnat off a barn door 50 feet away. BK finally stopped wasting time and got up, he’s just got to do it again one more time, Hell, Danny has yet to move an inch from his prone state so it can’t be that much effort. BK grabbed Danny by the hair and ragged him off the floor aggressively nearly pulling out clumps in the process. BK leapt back attempting another quick fire Shades of Michaels! but this time Danny dodged the bullet. BK landed the other side of him and when he turned around he gets rocked with THE PSYCHO HOLIDAY! causing his bloody mouth to spray crimson everywhere. BK wibbled back into the ropes bouncing off as Danny set his dislocated jaw back in place waiting for the champ to enter the lions den. Danny used EVERY LAST OUNCE of his strength to finally lift the champ onto his shoulders waiting and preparing for the final send off that will render it Game Over for BK London! What the Hell is this that Danny’s planning now?!?! Danny attempted to throw BK but it didn’t work as BK nailed a vicious and sharp elbow to the head allowing him to slither down the back. Danny twisted around only to be jabbed right in the eye with a thumb rake and that was when it happened. WHACK!!! Edison: ”THAT’S IT! That’s the money baby! Switch off your sets, this one’s academic!”The Shades of Michaels once again connected and Danny crashed to the floor having been knocked completely unconscious. BK quickly transferred into a Double-Leg Hook pin as the crowd are throwing garbage at the ring, booing BK and yelling at him. The camera managed to get a face-shot of the bloody BK as he covered Danny, covered in crimson he still managed to smirk at the camera. With all of his endurance and all of his willpower he just couldn’t escape even if he was awake enough to try as the crowd roar with displeasure at the clear loss of the hometown hero and the cheating efforts of BK London. ONE!
TWO!
THREE!DINGDINGDING!!!Phillip Jones: ”Here is your winner, The World Heavyweight Champion BK LONDOOOOOOON!”
Arrived.
Raised Hell.
Left.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:34:44 GMT -5
OTA Segment: What Goes On In Vegas, Stays In Vegas (Credit: Dan White) Thursday afternoon, and there was just a few hours until Thursday Night Meltdown. On the show, Dan White would have to face Jake Steele and Jason Freeman in a tag match, with Jonny Hughes as his partner. But for now, Dan was planning to embrace the tedious US journey with a rare trip to somewhere nice for once – Las Vegas.
The segment opens up and we're on The Strip, the most famous road in the world. Dan White looks like a million quid, with Ivor Biggin and Pat McGroin, the skinhead Royles from Fallout, accompany his side.Dan: Alright then lads, where's this Ceasar's Palace? Biggin: Just across the road here They begin to cross, but they fail to look where they're going and a taxi has to come to a screetching halt to avoid hitting them. The Royles and Dan barely flinch, but the taxi man, a shortish Indian fella, exits the car, visibly shaken.Taxi man: Oi! Look where you are going! The Royles don't treat kindly to his manner of tone.McGroin: Hey, who the fuck are you telling to look where you're going eh? Biggin: Aye, you stupid cunt. Watch where you're fucking driving before you fucking accuse us of your shit driving. Most people would be fairly intimidated at two blatantly psycho Welsh skinhead football hooligan spitting insults at you. But the taxi man refuses to back down.Taxi man: Do not talk to me like that! You respect your elders yes! The Royles look at each other and smirk. They grab the guy by his shirt and left him up.Taxi man: Ieee! What are you doing?! The slam him forwards, straight into the windscreen of the taxi. The driver screams again as the Royles turn and begin to run.McGroin: Holy fuck Dan, we've gotta get outta here. But for some reason, Dan seems to be starring into space. Not the kind of thing you want your mate to be doing when you've just slammed someone into a taxi windscreen. In broad daylight. In Las Vegas. On the Strip.Biggin: ...Dan? Dan: humunahumunahumunahumunahumuna Biggin & McGroin: They look at the direction Dan's facing, and see what Dan means. Standing in front of him is a woman with medium black hair, perfect body, perfect face. All three of them freeze for a split moment, but a case of reality slaps them in the face.Police This is the police! Freeze! Dan: Ah fuck. Are you two twats just gonna stand there? Run!! The Royles snap out of the hot girl-induced coma, and begin to run with Dan, despite him being the one who was starring into space in the first place.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:34:43 GMT -5
”A Lovers Lament: Part 2” Credit: Danny Mainer
Five Months Ago Feeling like the waves of the Atlantic Ocean are crashing inside his head, a huge migraine begins to set in for Danny Mainer as he slowly starts to wake. The morning sun pierces his eyes as he opens them up feeling a horrific, spine-shattering chill rush through his body due to the effects of his long sleep. Thoughts race like rockets through his head as he begins to wonder where he is and why he’s hurting so badly. He attempts to sit up but all of his muscles are shot and it hurts just to breath, never mind get up or go to work. The scent of car air freshener wafts up his nostrils causing a gag reflex causing more ache in his throat and chest; the coughing continue. He sits up clutching his neck as he nearly vomits everywhere as every inch of his body hurts. He rolls off of the soft surface he appeared to be on crashing to the floor below him as now his legs joints pierce with violent pain of strain from being in one position too long.Danny Mainer: ”AAAARRGGGHHH!!!! FUCKING HELL!”Rolling around in a little ball of agony he screams as it feels like millions of little needles are being stabbed into him, hurting more so in his right arm where to those that can see note a large needle mark in the vein looking a little jagged as though he screwed up trying to repeat the crime of injecting something into his veins. Danny’s head is filled up with all kinds of twisted dreams of the past as he struggles to work out what the Hell is even happening to him. He turns onto all fours and begins to throw up across the floor. Unnoticed to Danny who’s chucking up some of the biggest waves of projectile puke you’ll have ever seen is completely oblivious to the sound of the door being unlocked behind him.
? ? ?: ”Hijo de perro! I just washed that!”
Behind Danny stands a pretty and young girl of around 19 years of age standing over him carrying a mop and a bucket. Obviously a Meximaid, she doesn’t appear to be too impressed with the vomiting Mainer as her line of work is already hard enough without having to deal with some smackhead blowing chunks of McDonald’s chicken nuggets all across the carpet. Danny’s initial shock reactions to overdosing on something aren’t quite the kicker he’s about to receive however as when he finally stops groaning he turns his head to see the presence behind him. He gets one glance of the girl and nearly shits his pants as he scuttles backwards against a nearby wall looking around desperately for a weapon of some sort.
Danny Mainer: ”OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! Who’re you?! DON’T HURT ME!”
Juliana Lopez: ”Relax trippy! Me llamo Juliana, I’m your cleaner. I think you drank a little too much last night!”
Danny Mainer: ”Juliana? Are you connected with SILENCIO, Dante Rodriguez?!”
Juliana Lopez: ”Who? Just ‘cause am Mexican doesn’t mean I’m related to everyone and their abuela, you got me?!”
Danny flinches from fear of being attacked by this feisty Latina begging for forgiveness.
Danny Mainer: ”I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m-!”
He suddenly takes a look at his surroundings, a fairly niceish motel room with surprisingly on the bed some blonde white chick completely passed out dribbling all over the pillows. Danny doesn’t quite know how to react to this situation. Danny cocks an eyebrow at Juliana who sighs heavily as he tries to mop up the sick which is pure liquid, no food chunks whatsoever.
Danny Mainer: ”What motel is this and what part of Vegas am I in?”
Juliana Lopez: ”Vegas? Honey, you’re about 2,000 miles away from Nevada. You’re in Georgia now. Maybe you should go take a look outside…”
As aforementioned, this is really the big kick to Danny’s nutsack, he’s trapped in somewhere completely irrelevant to where he lives and consequently has no idea what to do about it. He stares again at the unconscious white girl on the bed. Remembering he’s in a motel, a horrible idea crawls its way into his brain. He gasps again in pure horror.
Danny Mainer: ”I didn’t pay her… for sex did I?”
The blonde white girl leans back and looks at Danny barely awake.
Semi-Conscious Prostitute: “No, I offered it to you and you were cool with it but I couldn’t get you up. Kept saying something about some other chick. I slept here because I had nowhere better to go and falling asleep next to you, one of the best hung guys I’ve ever met was a bit of a thrill for me..”
And with that, the whore takes her bow and passes out again snoring loudly having provided her story. Juliana puts her hands on her hips and addresses Danny with a bit of fire in her voice.
Juliana: Lopez: ”So, you gonna’ have a look outside or what??”
Danny figures why not and scrambles to his feet. He walks out onto the balcony and gasps at the site beneath him, he’s definitely in a motel and it’s a pretty big one, warm too as the baking sun could turn him a nice shade of golden brown. Danny scans the car-park looking for his silver Lexus but is greeted by nothing. How did he get here?!
Danny then stares back at Juliana.
Danny Mainer: ”Where am I exactly?!”
Juliana Lopez: ”You’re in Camden County, bambi! You got here earlier yesterday and checked in with this girl.”
Danny Mainer: ”When’re you kicking me out? I’m stranded and have no money.”
Juliana Lopez: ”I’m under explicit instructions not to kick you out! Manny’s orders.”
Danny’s eyes widen again as the plot thickens.
Danny Mainer: ”Who’s Manny?!”
Juliana Lopez: ”Manny Lopez, he’s my brother. Apparently you gave him your apartment in Vegas to put up some of his friends! You also sold one of his buddies your car for 40,000 dollars, they seemed to like you.”
Danny turns and storms off to find the management office, clearly distraught with what happened having in one fell swoop lost his car and his home. Juliana chases after him.
Juliana Lopez: ”Where are you going esse?!”
Danny Mainer: ”To see Manny! I need my apartment back! I’m stuck in fucking Mexico City and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I’ve got NOTHING now!”
Juliana dives in front of his path and pushes him back stopping him. Danny stares at her with wide eyes, willing himself not to cry.
Juliana Lopez: ”You can’t do that!”
Danny Mainer: ”Ugh, why not? I need to get home!”
Juliana Lopez: ”THIS is your home vato. You can’t get your house back from Manny, those guys are already up there and they’re mobsters! If you tried to throw them out now they’d kick your ass. They’re not gonna’ be there forever, just a couple of months or so! Right now, YOU have to stay here at the motel and get back on your feet because after some of the shit Manny said about you last night you need all the help you can get!”
Danny’s pissed now and he prods her in her ample chest with his finger.
Danny Mainer: ”Excuse me?! I didn’t volunteer my apartment to any motherfuckers! I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere because I got so fucking high that I ended up in the middle of a motel with a prostitute that I couldn’t fuck because my ex-girlfriend LEFT ME!”
Juliana Lopez: ”Woah! Don’t touch me and calm your ass down Danny, go back to bed for a few hours and think this over! You’ve been asleep for 4 days now! Get some shut eye and clear your head.”
Danny sighs and drops his offence realizing that resistance well and truly is futile in this here situation. He turns and starts to head back to his room scratching his neck. Suddenly though there’s a large roaring sound. Danny literally jumps out of his skin and he turns around to Juliana. Juliana just chuckles at him and she swaggers over to him with a sexual air about her. She wraps her arms around his neck and leans in real close and puts his mouth right up to his ear giving Danny the impression he’s in for some nookie. She cooes in his ears, they perk up and pick up every word.
Juliana Lopez: ”You’re a little hungry. I’ll rustle you sumthin’ delicious! Go get rest and relax a while.”
With that, Juliana breaks the hug and walks off swaying her hips for Danny as she heads to Danny’s kitchen giggling at his reactions. Danny smirks before walking back into his room. First priority, he lifts the white girl off his bed and chucks her out onto her ass shutting the door behind her causing a smitten smile from Juliana. Danny then waltzes over and throws off his clothes before collapsing onto his bed, completely exhausted. ”How the fuck did I… end up here?” he muses before dropping off into the land of nod…
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:35:04 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs. Scott Andrews (Credit: Jay Zero/Thunder Train)
Main Event: Scott Andrews vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Thunder Train, Zero)
Phillip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 233 pounds, 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 opponent.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Portland, Maine, weighing in at 197 pounds, JAY ZERO!!!
The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. Normally he would walk down with a look of confidence and arrogance, but now after his sudden change, Jay seems more "involved." He barely even looks out into the crowd, instead, he just stares forward and walks to the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope. Finally once he's in the ring, the crowds attention starts to hit him.
*Bell Rings*
Both men pace the ring a bit before starting. They lock up in the center of the ring and because of Scott's larger size, he gets the advantage. He throws Zero into a side headlock then pushes him away into the ropes. Zero runs back and gets an elbow from Scott, knocking him down. Zero sits up immediately and grabs his mouth. Scott jumps on Zero and picks him up. Scott backs Zero up into the corner and begins to backhand chop him. The "Woos" are heard throughout the arena and Scott won't stop. Eventually RAF has to get involved and backs up Scott. Zero grabs his chest while leaning against the corner and after backing off for a second, Scott goes back on the attack. He lifts Zero up onto the top of the turnbuckle and it looks as though a big move is going to be tried this early in the match. However, Zero is able to punch him off and push him away. Zero jumps down and does a big dropkick just as Scott stands up. It connects and Zero covers.
ONE!
TW--
*Kickout*
Scott gets his shoulder up after just a 1.5 count. Now that Zero has the momentum in his favor he uses it. Scott is now close to out of the ring. Zero runs off the ropes and baseball slides into Scott, sending him out of the ring. Scott lands a bit hard on his side but gets right back up. Zero runs once more and clears the ropes, Suicide Diving into Scott. It connects but it looks as though Zero hit his head on the security barrier. Both men are now down as RAF begins his count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Zero begins to stir and is now on all fours. Scott is also slowly moving up.
FIVE!
SIX!
Zero is now on his knees and is about to stand up. Scott is also on his knees but has to grab the ring to try and get back into a standing position.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Zero is now standing and rolls in and out of the ring to stop the count. Scott is just about standing but Zero isn't allowing him to get any further. Zero kicks him in the midsection a couple times and throws him back into the ring, however, Scott's head is still on the apron. Zero stands up on the apron and drops his leg across the throat of Scott. Right away, Scott rolls his head into the ring and grabs his neck. Zero jumps up right back on the apron and lines up Scott. He jumps up and goes for a low dropkick to Scott's head, but Scott moves out of the way at the last second. Zero lands hard on his ass and it looks like he may have landed on his knee wrong as well. Scott covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
T--
*Kickout*
Zero gets his shoulder up but grabs his knee. Scott doesn't let up and flips Zero around onto his stomach. Scott then grabs the injured leg of Zero and locks him into a Single Legged Crab position. Zero cries out in pain as Scott torques the knee. RAF gets in front of Zero and asks if he wants to quit. Zero shakes his head and begins inching for the ropes. Scott shakes his head and tries to pull Zero back. But Zero is determined to get to that bottom rope. Zero reaches out but just can't get his hand to the rope. Zero pounds the ground with his fist (Not tapping but out of frustration) and with one final burst of strength, grabs the bottom rope. RAF tells Scott to break the hold and Scott lets up right away. Zero uses the ropes to get to his feet, but his knee is really aching him now.
Scott grabs the head of Zero and brings him to the corner. Scott smashes Zero's head onto the corner multiple times. Zero stumbles out of the corner and toward the middle of the ring. Scott runs off the ropes and runs at Zero with his arm out, going for the Lariat of Revenge. Zero however, sees it coming and is able to duck it (Or his knee just gives out) either way, the lariat misses. Scott stops himself instantly and turns around. Zero, impressively, jumps up and tries to do The Plague (Inverted Frankensteiner/Hurricarana). Scott however, won't let Zero do the move as he prevents Zero from throwing himself. Scott instead brings Zero back up and powerbombs him to the mat. He covers again.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
*Kickout*
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:35:41 GMT -5
Scott looks up at RAF, double checking that it was indeed a two count, and to his dismay, yes it was. Scott shakes his head and begins to pull himself up. Meanwhile, a semi-dazed Zero does the exact same. As both men reach their feet, Scott is the first to strike once again. Thrusting his big arm out forward, he looks to clock Zero in the side of the jaw, but the World Title contender throws his arm out, blocking the shot! He sends Scott back with a big left shot, and then another! Taking him off guard, Zero swiftly kicks Scott in the side before crunching his nose with a forearm blast! The crowd begins to get behind both men, some cheering for Zero, the remaining, Scott. Nearly taking Scott off of his feet now, Zero leaps up once more, dropkicking Scott straight down to the mat where the momentum takes sends him rolling out of the ring! Zero quick-steps back up to his feet to find his foe now stumbling on the outside moving towards the security barrier. Zero wastes no time and slides out of the ring closest towards the announce table before making his way over towards Scotts location. With RAF urging the men to take it back into the ring, Zero approaches Scott, clubbing him in the back of the neck! Viciously, he begins to tear right into him, showing no mercy with these clubbing blows. Grabbing Scott by his tights, Zero whips him back before hitting a big shot right to the lung, Scott now gasping for air! Zero grabs him by the head and turns him around, backing him up. As RAF begins to yell, Zero takes a good look at the steel steps, and with pain fresh in his mind, he decides to get a little hardcore. He whips Scott towards the steps, but in a flash, Scott quickly turns the momentum, sending Zero back first into the steel steps, knocking the top half right off! ~CRASH~ [/b] The crowd cringes with "Ooooohs!" as Zero writhes in pain, clenching his back muscles as Scott lies face first down onto the padded mats, taking a breather from that moment swing. RAF hangs his body half out of the ring now, getting the attention of Scott, warning him to re-enter the ring now, so with that being said, Scott garners up the strength to pull himself up to his feet now. Looking over towards the mess that is the scattered steel steps and Jay Zero's body, Scott decides to slide into the ring - maybe allowing himself a win by count out. As he enters the ring, he drops himself to a knee, breathing heavily and looking quite drained from the match up so far. On the outside, a group of front row fans are cheering on Jay Zero as he begins to rise up to his feet with a twisted smile on his face, looking down at the steel steps. As if the pain gave him pleasure, Zero laughs it off as he momentarily grabs his back and walks towards the steel steps. Looking down upon them, he begins to nod his head as he looks back up at Scott Andrews, just before sliding back into the ring. With the two men back into the same ring, it seems as if the nasty crash into the steps may have actually energized the World Title contender. Forcefully, Scott makes himself get to a vertical base as Zero grows closer. With great impact, Zero wastes no time in throwing a huge right fist, yelling out as he does so. Shaking the ring, Scott stumbles after the blow. Zero winds up and nails another, now beginning to back Scott up into the ropes. A bit out of the ordinary arsenal for Zero, he then leans back and comes forward, hitting Scott with a big, and ACTUAL headbutt! Scott holds his head in pain, closing his eyes temporarily as Zero backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Bouncing off the ropes, Scott sprints back at Zero and taking everybody a bit off guard, Zero shows his strength by lifting Scott straight into the air as high as he can reach, and then slams him down, rattling the ring with a huge spinebuster! Zero pops right back up to his feet, laughing to himself as Scott writhes in pain, holding his back. Looking to finish this one off, Zero turns his body towards the ropes perpendicular to Scotts body. He sprints and dives onto the second rope, springboarding back off with the Zero Gravity! But Scott rolls just out of the way and Zero misses! Crashing down hard, Zero pops back up to his knees upon impact, holding his chest in seething agony. Scott quickly comes to and realizes his opening, kicking his leg out! HEADSHOT! -- But no! Zero ducks under and the impact sends Scott spinning around! Zero quickly leaps up, grabbing Scott and putting him right into the Blinded Faith Cobra Clutch as the crowd cheers wildly for the back-and-forth action! Cutting off the blood flow to the brain, Scott begins to seep down into a deep, dark state! Zero screams as he has gotten the last laugh and the upper hand on Scott. Choking him out now, RAF quickly comes over to make sure if Scott would like to continue or not, or - well, if he's even conscious. Barely spitting out the words no, Zero begins to shake him back and forth now, trying to dizzy his opponent whose already beginning to black out. The crowd begins to get behind Scott, trying to help him break the hold -- but he grows weaker! As the choke hold continues to break his spirit and airflow, Scotts eyes begin to dim and he starts to gasp for air! This entire process is taking much longer than Zero would like though, so he begins to yell to RAF to check on Scott again. But still, the answer is no! As several moments pass us by, Scott seems to look like he's about to drop even further down -- that's when RAF takes it upon himself to see if he's even conscious. Raising his hand up, he let's it drop down. ONE! He grabs the limp arm and allows it to drop again. TWO! With the crowd stomping their feet, they get behind Scott, pushing him to stay alive as RAF lifts the arm up once more. He lets go - But Scott keeps the arm up and the crowd goes wild! Zero shakes his head, repeating to himself "No! No!" Scott begins to shake his arm, fighting for himself to find the strength to break out of this choke hold! Scott pushes himself back up to a vertical base and then with a quick lifting motion, he carries Zero up onto his back with the Cobra Clutch still locked in! The display of strength in the half-conscious Scott Andrews is incredible as he begins to spin himself around, looking to loosen the ties with Jay Zero before backpedaling quickly into the turnbuckles, sandwiching him and breaking the hold! Scott stumbles forward, coughing loudly to help regain his lost breath and Zero groans in pain, holding his back. He charges forward just as Scott turns around looking for a big forearm smash, but Scott ducks under and spins around! HEADSHOT! The deadly kick connects and Zero crashes down to the mat, his body slightly rolling onto the ring apron, just underneath the bottom rope. But whatever Scott had left in him, that kick just took away as he drops to his knees and nearly falls right over, breathing heavily. With both men down, the crowd stands to their feet, clapping their hands and stomping down loudly, trying to urge Scott to either pull his way over to cover Jay Zero, or for Zero to make his way back up! RAF looks back and forth at each man, wondering if any will come to and rise up. But just then - a loud orchestra of boos crescendos and we begin to notice a turn of focus. The camera cuts towards the entrance ramp where we now see Jason Freeman walking towards the ring! Catching RAF's attention mainly, Freeman smiles as Scott, paying no attention finally begins to make his way up, crawling towards Zero! Freeman, now have reaching the ring climbs up onto the ring apron, yelling to RAF about some matter, completely distracting him. It is at this point that Scott finally notices Freeman there on the apron! He stops his trek towards Zero now and makes it his goal to beat some sense into this distraction. He slowly rises to his feet, approaching Freeman who smiles wide at him. Scott yells loudly and looks to get right up in his face, not noticing that Zero has begun to roll back into the ring, slowly looking to stand while holding his head. This distraction has allowed Zero enough time to recover, and now Scott lunges forward, pushing RAF out of harms way before swinging at Freeman! He drops off the apron, just missing the blow, laughing as Scott keeps his eyes on him just a second too long. Scott turns around, and to his dismay finds Jay Zero leaping into the air, yanking him down hard with the Zero Chance! The crowd boos at Freeman as the tired Jay Zero slowly turns Scotts body over, draping himself over the fallen assassin as RAF drops down to make the count. ONE!
TWO!
THREE! [/b] Zero slumps off of Scotts body and rolls over to his side, holding his throbbing head in pain. The camera cuts back to Freeman who is now watching for Scotts reaction as he walks towards the security barricade. With RAF checking on Scott, he seems ok, lifting his head up and glaring out at the other International title contender as he hops the barricade, making his exit through the booing crowd. Scott holds his neck and pounds his fist into the mat, angered before sliding out of the ring.Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall! JAAAAAY! ZEEEEROOO!
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:36:22 GMT -5
Zero tries standing and stumbles a bit, catching himself with the top rope. RAF approaches him and like always, raises the hand of the winner of the contest. Last time it was a win by disqualification against Thunder Train, this time a win by pinfall after the distraction posed by Jason Freeman. Zero turns himself around, glaring at Freeman as well -- looking not too pleased with his appearance at ringside. While he looks already ticked off, even though he had won, it looks like things are bound to get even worse when it's not his theme music that plays.IT'S AMAZING
I'M THE REASON
EVERYBODY'S FIRED UP THIS EVENINGThe transition is quite obvious as the boos for Jason Freeman grow even louder for those intended towards the World Heavyweight Champion BK London as he makes his way out with his title over his shoulder and a microphone in hand. Zero shoots his eyes over towards his direction and scowls as his foe grows closer. Stumbling back, Zero nearly collapses, still woozy from Scotts Headshot. BK keeps walking towards the ring, showing no intimidation by Jay Zero, or his newly regained persona. He slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope where his entrance music begins to fade out, quickly getting into the action.BK London: Well, well, well. Congratulations Mr. Jay Zero! BK claps the palm of his hand against his wrist, not dropping the microphone.BK London: That really was an impressive win right there! Well -- it would have been, maybe if you didn't rely on that lengthy little distraction named Jason Freeman! The crowd boos and Zero just keeps on staring into BK London's eyes, irate.BK London: I mean come on! If it weren't for him, you clearly would have lost to a contender for the International Title! And look at you! You honestly think you can stand toe to toe with the greatest World Champion ACW has seen when you can't even stand toe to toe with Scott Andrews?! Pathetic! Zero shakes his head, turning his back to BK which seems to pose a very large threat. He's just opening himself up for an attack.BK London: And you know what? Earlier on when you kept going on and on about having IT, and that you'd prove it to me with this match - heh, the most you proved is that this is going to be the easiest walk in the park I've had in my entire reign yet! Now that's saying a lot when I've fought people like Mr. Red! So Jay Zero, I'm going to give you once last chance here -- just take your little title contract, go back to your little locker room, and stay out of the big men's league, ok? All you're doing is making yourself look like an even bigger joke than before! That's it! Zero turns around now, showing that he's become red in the face as he grits his teeth, glaring at BK London. The vein in his neck is popping out as he slowly shakes his head at BK. Noticing that he may have awaken a monster here, BK drops his mic and grabs his title quickly, rushing forward trying to take out Zero! He ducks under and turns around, smashing him with a huge right hand! BK drops his title and stumbles back as Zero charges forward with another huge blow! And another! Another! Tearing into the champion, these massive fury blows begin to do a number, showing the intensity that's been lacking in the contender! Zero grabs BK by the collar of his shirt and spins, throwing BK into the corner before jumping in and beating him in the gut with a continuous series of Boxer-like blows!
The crowd cheers loudly as Zero continues to break down the champion with these hard punches! He yanks him from the corner, crunching his nose with a forearm blast to the face! BK gasps loudly, coughing for a brief moment when Zero knees him in the stomach, doubling him over! He grabs BK by his shirt and the back of his tights, looking across the ring. Sprinting the opposite away, and runs BK and launches him inbetween the turnbuckles, nearly shattering his shoulder as it cracks hard against the steel post! BK groans in agony as he nearly slumps down out of the ring!
Zero drops to the mat and slides out now, pulling BK by the arm to take him out hurry up the process, dragging him out onto the apron, and then to the outside of the ring. Zero bends BK over by hitting a huge clubbing blow towards his upper neck and then grabs him by his head, pulling him out and then whipping him around, throwing him right back into the ring! BK begins to crawl, looking for an escape, by he slips and falls - but Zero has something else in mind rather than getting right back into the ring. He looks over towards the steel steps that came apart earlier on when Scott whipped him into them. With a sick smile, Zero grabs the steel steps and with an impressive show of strength, he launches the steps up, tossing them into the ring over the top rope!
The steps bounce and fall all over the place, nearly crushing BK's ankle on the way in! BK flips himself over, sitting on his butt now, backing away as the demented Zero slides back into the ring, glaring. BK pleas with the contender for mercy, but remember how BK's made him look like a chump lately - he must pay. Zero grabs BK by the collar of his shirt and "helps" him up! BK tries to punch Zero in the gut, but the blow does little damage as Zero comes back with a big right hand of his own, setting BK back. Looking for a temporary escape route, BK just throws his arms out, pushing Zero back. But actually, he has another idea in mind! He kicks his leg up, looking for the Shades of Michaels! But Zero grabs the leg! The crowd stands to their feet as Zero begins to laugh, looking down at the steel steps. Whatever it is that Zero has in mind, we know for a fact that it can't be good! At this moment BK pleas even moreso and Zero just shakes his head. He yanks BK forward, lifting him up onto his shoulders, spinning him around a bit. Next, showing flexibility, he stops the kicking by pulling BK's head down and kneeing him repeatedly! The crowd pulls out their cameras, waiting for the moment now as Zero begins to spin BK around. Laughing out loud - it looks like this could be the end for BK London. Zero runs forward and drops BK neck first onto the steel steps with a neck-shattering Zero Darkness! The crowd nearly explodes into cheers as the champion falls lifeless! ~THUMP~ [/b] 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Oh... My... GODDD! Zero leaps back up to his feet jumping up and stomping his feet down, having the adrenaline flowing through his body. He grabs the top rope and begins to shake it as if he were as mentally unstable as the Ultimate Warrior. Yikes. Anyhoo... Zero continues to grit his teeth down, staring at BK as his body has rolled off of the steps and he lies motionless - most likely unconscious. Looking to bask in the glory of victory, Zero grabs BK's microphone that he dropped earlier. Zero: Hyeaah! Haah! HAHAA! BK! OOOOH BEEE-KAAAAAAY! Hahahahahaaa!
Allow me to ask you this -- AGAIN! Did you see IT BK!? HUH!? DID YOU SEE IT?! CAUSE I SAW IT, AND THESE PEOPLE ALL SAW IT! TONIGHT! THEY SAW THE DOWNFALL OF BK LONDON! THEY SAW THE ANGER IN MY EYEEEES! AND TONIGHT... TONIGHT WAS ONLY THE BEGINNING! OH YES! JUST YOU WAIT -- WHEN WINTERS DISCONTENT ROLLS AROUND THE CORNER! Hah!... WHEN YOU AND I GO HEAD TO HEAD IN 9 DAYS BK, YOU KEEP IN MIND WHAT'S HAPPENED HERE TONIGHT! YOU KEEP IN MIND THE FACT THAT YOU'VE AWAKENED ME FROM A DEEP SLEEP BK LONDON! FOR MONTHS, I'VE GROWN SOFT! FOR MONTHS, I WASN'T READY, JUST LIKE YOU SAID! BUT NOW! NOOOOOW, I'M READY FOR IT LONDON! And you know what?! Most importantly.... He walks over, grabbing the World Heavyweight Title and lifting it up into the air. Zero: I'm ready... FOR THIS! He holds the title close up and then rests it over his shoulder, smiling wide at it. Zero: So BK - I'll leave you now to think about what you've done.. I'll leave you know to think of the NEW Jay Zero that you've created! But first, before I leave... I believe there was a question that you never let me ask-- The crowd cheers as Zero laughs to himself. He bends over towards the fallen BK London. He holds the World Title to where he can continue to take a good, close look at it. Finally-- he speaks, fulfilling what most have been waiting for. Zero: BK London...
DO.
YOU.
LOVE.
ME.
NOOW?! He drops the microphone and looks straight up, extending his chest out as he lets off a very hearty laugh. The crowd are all on their feet now as Jay Zero poses, throwing both arms out into the air, holding the World Title high up above the body of the assaulted champion BK London. This moment suggests that the tides have officially turned now with the rebirth of this insanely determined version of Jay Zero... Has BK bitten off more than he can chew?
The scene fades out.OOC: Post match credits: Jay Zero. End Show.
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Post by The Feature Presentation on Dec 11, 2008 19:39:56 GMT -5
Solid show brudah! The Macho Mayun approves!
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Post by Fallen Souls on Dec 11, 2008 19:42:46 GMT -5
Oh sure, return when THEY ask you too Mach >.>
Great show, though.
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