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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:13:08 GMT -5
Segment: "Them's Fighting Words!" (Credit: T-Kiss / Hunter) [“Paradise City” by Axl & the boys hits the sound system and all heads turn – THAT WAY! A gazillion eyes witness the Entertainment Champion of the World and LUE World Champion Thunderkiss making his way down to the ring with his woman, Vivid, walking shortly behind. The marks put TK in his place right away, however, he has been gaining the allegance of a few hardcore fans over the past few weeks who have dubbed themselves the “Kiss Army”. Their cheers are now audible as TK steps between the Vivid held ropes and enters the ring. Within moments, the Thunderman is on the stick and your attention is his!] Thunderkiss: You know, in a very short amount of time I shall be climbing into the ring with 30 others who have the same goal in mind. However, there will be only ONE winner – and YOU’RE LOOKING AT HIM. I goes without saying, nobody in this event has the sheer – RAW – POWER that I posses! All you flippy guys with your flippy moves; what good will they do you when there is no room for you to be flippy? You’ll be running into a brick wall all night long … a brick wall named – THUNDERKISS! I only need two things to guarantee me victory in this contest .[Thunderkiss raises both fists into the air …] Thunderkiss: And you’re looking at them! Together my little friends and I will win the magic ticket to Omega Effect, where I shall once again beat The Senator … or Wyvern … or whatever crackerjack is calling himself CHUMPION at that time! [Just then, "Angel of Death" hits the speakers, and the crowd pops for this music for the first time in a long time, primarily due to the fact that it's SOMEONE other than Thunderkiss making some noise. Brimstone appears on the stage, and then slowly begins to pace around on it. Thunderkiss looks at him with a sort of "How...DARE YOU!?" air, but Brimstone simply stares at him with a wide grin on his face.] Brimstone: Oh little, prepubescent child, how you continue to amuse me. Apparently all you know how to do is come out here and taunt everyone around you, but I'm afraid that the things you promise won't happen. For, truly, when the smoke clears and one man is left standing as the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale winner, that man will be me. And only me. Which means not you. [Thunderkiss looks at Brimstone with some irritation, and then chuckles, fighting off his words.] Thunderkiss: You know what you are to me Brimstone? At first, you were a minor annoyance. Then you became a thorn in my ass in Seattle. And now? Now, I frankly can't stand even looking at you. I’ve cut you some slack over the past few weeks, especially after the Battle because I admired your methods. But tardo, the fun’s over. You want to keep dogging me, then its time for you to learn the price one pays for doing so. Brimstone: Again, it continues to elude me as to how in the world YOU could possibly be threatening ME. Unlike you, I've felt the effects of puberty, and unlike you, I actually belong in this ring. And that's because I know how to actually win a match, regardless of its size. You say that I went from "minor annoyance" to "I can't stand even looking at you." Well the reason I have an advantage is because you went from "minor annoyance" to "minor annoyance." I apparently have less to lose than you do in this case. Thunderkiss: Is that so?! Well Brimstone...I think it's time you finally get your dose of Thunderkiss. Turn your heads upwards, if you will. [Brimstone joins the fans in looking up at the Alpha Tron. There we see an image of the back parking lot and an image of a car. Brimstone looks at it oddly, and when he notices the hungry gaze in Thunderkiss' eye, he grins with the left side of his face, the other side being covered in fake concern.] Thunderkiss: I hope you used GEICO! Brimstone: Oh, no, how could I forget about Geico!? Thunderkiss: ITS SO EASY, EVEN A MOTHER FUCKIN’ CAVEMAN CAN DO IT! [At the conclusion of this phrase, Thunderkiss reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a detonator. Also, two cavemen sitting in the front row walk out in disgust. TK holds the detonator in the air with glee and flips the switch, causing the car on the Alpha Tron to explode sending a shock wave throughout the entire arena!] Click,Click ~!~BOOM~!~ Maxwell McNally: Oh Good God! “Fast” Eddie Edison: That shook the floor! [The fans are in utter panic as screams fill the arena like dollar bills fill a G-String. Back in the ring, Thunderkiss is in glee as he sees the chaos and destruction!] Thunderkiss: That was something a little left over for Ross Lambert. I hope you don’t mind the hand me downs but it’s the thought that counts… right?! Hahahahaa. Brimstone: Well then. I'm still perplexed by your little amusement at blowing up someone's car. [Thunderkiss looks at Brimstone oddly, and Brimstone lets him see the wide grin on his face.] Brimstone: That wasn't my car, Thunderkiss. But I appreciate the effort. [Thunderkiss' mouth is hanging open, and he looks up at the screen with the same look.] Thunderkiss: WHAT. THE. FUCK. ….. VIVID! [Thunderkiss looks over at Vivid so that he can quickly place the blame on someone. She quickly displays to him that she also had no idea and cowers in the corner. Enraged and embarrassed, Thunderkiss turns back to Brimstone …] Thunderkiss: NO MORE! I will not wait for Fallen Heroes Brimstone! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW! Brimstone: Them's fighting words, Thunder. Don't ask for what you can't handle. [Brimstone smirks, and right after that he's heading off to the ring toward Thunderkiss! TK drops the mic and prepares for action, and within seconds, that’s exactly what he gets! Brimstone goes to tackle TK but its like slamming off a brick wall as he bounces right off his body. TK laughs and then shoots down with a double axe handle, but Brimstone is far too quick and moves out of the way. TK is wide open for attack as he is too slow to react and Brimstone connects his foot with the side of Kiss’ head with a spinkick. Thunderkiss staggers back to the ropes and Brimstone gives him a jumping dropkick that sends him up and over!] Maxwell McNally: TK has hit hard on the floor! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He’s back up … and NOT looking happy! Thunderkiss: Gawd damn son of a bitch…. VIVID, get your ass over here![Vivid obliges and she follows TK who is heading up the ramp way. The fans begin booing at the fact that he is leaving the ringside area causing TK to flip them all the bird before showing Brimstone the same jesture. Amused, Brimstone laughs it off and is shown smirking as we fade to commercial.]
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:13:27 GMT -5
Segment: Herald What Your Mother Said (Credit: Michael)
The scene is the rooftop of the Cerulean Tower Tokyu Hotel in good ol’ Tokyo, Japan. Rivers of cars and people flow frenetically beneath me while I sit on the cold concrete of the roof, gazing upon the empty night sky, its stars being drowned out by the effulgent glowing of the bright city lights. The din of bellowing car horns, frantically scuffling pedestrian feet, and precocious sales pitches of talking ads is unbearable to most people, but for me, a guy who knew nothing but the frenzied metropolitan lifestyle, it was a sweet melody that soothed my soul. I left on a hiatus from wrestling about a month ago. At that time, I was afraid that wrestling had become too much of my life, that I had allowed it to dictate too much of my being. However, after all that time away from the business, the only thing I’ve realized is just how much I truly need the sport. My life doesn’t make sense without it. I don’t make sense without it.
But what exactly am I chasing here?
Ever since I was first baptized with the blood, sweat, and tears of professional wrestling, I’ve always believed that it was my destiny to be known as the best. I figured the only thing standing between me and my place in the pantheon of wrestling legends was time. But exactly 30 days ago at Genocide 2007, I was brought back down to earth in most abrupt and rude fashion. During those 40 seconds or so when I was submerged in the frigid waters of the Asgard Ice Coffin, I was confronted with my own mortality. If it was destiny to become the greatest, where was the strength I needed to pull myself out? Where was the miraculous burst of energy that I could’ve used to escape that predicament and take the victory that was so rightfully mine? It didn’t come, obviously. And why didn’t it? Was it truly my destiny to be a great wrestler? Am I just chasing pipe dreams?
“This little light of mine...”
Wait, I know that voice. I’d recognize it anywhere, as a matter of fact. Only one person sings that song in that way. But could it really be? Sure, I’ve seen weirder things before, but, still, we’re a long way from Venice Beach...
“I’m gonna let it shine...”
Only one way to find out. Grabbing hold of a bottle of Guinness lying by my side, I haphazardly fling it high into the air.
“Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine...”
Surely enough, I hear the crisp sound of fingers enclosing the cold glass. It was her all right. There was only one person I knew with that kind of touch.
“Aren’t you a long way from Cali?” I call out to the woman behind me. The stunningly beautiful woman whose smile glowed a million times brighter than the entirety of the city. My mother, Catherine Durden.
“It’s pretty easy to get around when you don’t actually have a physical body,” she explains as she twists open the cap to her Guinness. She takes a single, contented swig as she seats herself next to me, tucking the folds of her billowy skirt underneath her.
“So...” good God, how am I gonna say this without sounding like an indignant prick? “I mean, I’m glad you’re here, but I was kinda expecting...well, you know...”
“I could tell,” she remarks while holding up the bottle of Guinness. “But I’m afraid they just got copies of Super Smash Brothers Brawl up there, and your father’s been pretty occupied as of late.”
How little things have changed, indeed.
“Ma, that’s not what I meant.”
“Nah, it’s okay. This is guy stuff, I get that. But I couldn’t pass up a chance to see my little boy, right?” she prods me teasingly in the arm with her elbow. “So what’s on your mind?”
After adequately composing my thoughts, I begin, “Am I on the right track here? Everything I’ve ever done, I’ve expected to be the best. But is that the way this whole wrestling thing is gonna turn out? I’ve wanted this so bad for so long. I just want to be sure I’m doing this the right way.”
My mother chuckles playfully. My problems probably seem a bit trivial to her. “Nick, you’ve become one of the most popular superstars in the history of the business, and truly are a man who will be remembered forever as one of, if not THE best. That’s truly how I feel. When I first heard you wanted to step into wrestling, I’ll admit, I was a bit concerned. You were a young man looking to learn the ropes of the business. You were green, but you showed so much promise. I found out quickly that you were going to be somebody special. Surely enough, you worked hard and you built a damned fine reputation.”
Catherine sets her drink down to focus more of her attention on me.
“But I know that deep down, you’re battling something inside of you. All of the glories of professional wrestling faded away for you, as you dealt with the harshest heckler you’ve ever seen…yourself. Something that has been festering since Genocide. You’re battling not a physical competitor, but your own mental demons.”
Catherine pauses for a second, almost as if something has dawned on her. Some important realization.
“Nick, you have been given a gift. The gift to move those around you. You’re a natural leader, and have affected the lives of so many of those close to you, and even people who only see you on television once a week. The only person who can stop you from claiming what is rightfully yours…the only person who can prevent you from finally reaching the top of that mountain…is yourself.
One thing that you need to understand is that what you have done with your career is honorable. You never took shortcuts, and you never ducked challenges. You always looked straight forward, knowing what you wanted to do. Knowing what you HAD to do. Fallen Heroes should be no different. When you’re in the middle of your battle, exhausted from the duress that your body has been put under, please…look out into the crowd. Look into all of the faces that have supported you over these years. Look at those who care about you! Draw inspiration from the fact that so many people want you to succeed. Because whenever you step into that ring, you are not only fighting for yourself. You are fighting for everyone who has ever believed in you!” she recites passionately. “Me included.”
Wow. For someone who I’m told never once showed the slightest interest in wrestling, she sure knew how to revive the fighter’s soul.
“Thanks,” I state resoundingly. My mother can’t help but beam that famous smile of hers.
“Thank you for talking to me. And here I was thinking that a guy your age would be embarrassed to be spending time with his mom.”
“You are, well, dead.”
“Touché.”
Catherine swallows the last bit of her beer and rises to her feet. I follow suit to give her a warm hug. Funny how her embrace still calms my demons even after all these years.
“You’re a good kid, Nick. You could lose every match you fight for the rest of your career, but I will be there, cheering for you just as passionately every single time. Do me a favor and remember that.”
“Hey look,” she points out to the sky. “Make a wish.” I turn my head in the direction she’s pointing to spot a shooting star, somehow shining brightly enough to break through the blinding city lights as it streaks across the sky in a magnificent arc.
“Wow.” I whisper, astonished. “That’s beautiful,” I turn to face Catherine again. She’s gone. “Isn’t it?”
As I bend down to collect the empty beer bottles, I get the strange urge to break out into song. “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine...”
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:13:54 GMT -5
Segment: Shake Things Up! (Credit: Latino/Scott)
As the show returns from commercial break, it's viewers are shown the fully packed arena. The Chairman of ACW is already in the middle of the ring. He looks around and then after a few moments brings a microphone up to his lips as he begins to speak.
Ginger: Alright, everyone I have an announcement to make. As many of you know two of ACW's top superstars have been fighting over and over again. These two men are as you may have guessed, Scott Andrews...
The crowd boos as they hear the name and the Chairman can only give a slight nod. He waits a few moments and then continues to finish his statement.
Ginger: ...and Victor "Latino" Laureano.
The crowd lets out a cheer as they hear the second name. The chairman once again nods and this time does not wait to speak his mind.
Ginger: Now, before I can reveal anymore details I will need both men to come down to arena. I don't care who comes first just show up...now!
OoOoOoOoOOoOoO LATINO!
The fans are on the feet as Latino emerges through the curtains. It's clear the look on his face is not of overjoy and happiness. He jumps on the ring apron and quickly enters the ring as the Chairman offers him a few choice looks. Just then Andrews' theme begins to play as Scott now walks down with "The Executioner" following in his shadow. His march is much faster and determined as he still has his briefcase in hand. He walks up the steel steps and then slides inside the ring and Butch follows suit. Andrews points to Latino and then points to the briefcase as he makes a few choice comments.
Scott: You'll find out what's in here soon enough! I'm taking you down, Laureano!
Latino: Oye chico, bring it on!
The two rivals move towards each other but Ginger quickly keeps them separated as he reminds them of his ruling.
Ginger: Alright, you two just keep it shut and listen! Since you two are so eager to fight I have decided on a match. No it will not be tonight...you Scott Andrews...and you Victor Laureano will both square off in this very ring at Fallen Heroes!
Scott: Whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm already wrestling in the Rumble. I can't fight twice in one night!
Ginger: Oh you can and you will. Now shut it!
Latino: Yea, callate la boca before I beat you down with a kitchen table leg!
Ginger: Will you both keep it quiet! I am not done yet! See this match cannot be just a simple one. There has to be more...there has to be drama and excitement. So I have decided to have the both of you put up what you value most...
Both competitors now start to wonder what is going on. The fans do the same as they too have looks of confusion and interest. The camera settles in on Ginger as he explains himself...
Ginger: At Fallen Heroes, Scott Andrews will put what he values most...and that is his own ego and pride! You value yourself as the top superstar in ACW? Then, you will put that on the line! If you lose Andrews, Latino will be able to call your shots and you will have to humble yourself as he orders you around as his personal slave!
Latino can't help but laugh at this idea. He quickly starts thinking of ideas of what he could do as he counts down them finger by finger. His fun doesn't last long as Ginger pulls Latino away from his fantasy.
Ginger: Oh no Victor, you still have a side in this. You see, I have thought long and hard on what you value most. Is it your wife? Possibly, but if history serves me right I cannot do much that hasn't already been done before. So I have thought of something else. Laureano at Fallen Heroes you will put up...your career! That's right if Scott Andrews obtains the win then your career here in ACW will be over!
Both men rush to the Chairman as they are definitely not happy with his announcement. Ginger pushes them back and then walks out of the ring. Latino and Scott look at one another and then look away as neither man can believe what just transpired mere moments ago. The fans show mixed reactions as they too are unsure how to handle this. The camera centers in on both Latino and Scott as they leave the ring and the scene fades to black.
*Fade to Black *
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:14:13 GMT -5
Match 4: Starkweather vs Kudo Yasuda
Will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:14:35 GMT -5
Segment: Plan To Blow Up The Eiffel Tower (Credit: Scott)
As ACW comes back on air we see Scott Andrews and his new partner in crime, Butch Townsend, or simply “The Executioner”. They are both dressed in their ring gear, which for Butch consists of black and white tights with double edged axes on either side of his legs going vertically from boot to hip, stopping an inch from the top. His black boots are military style and he has no shirt on, further revealing his menacing tattoos. Scott has his briefcase ready.
Scott: Look, tonight, I’m in an eight man tag team match with my stable mates and that new guy, Jack Zero - - -
Butch interrupts in a low husky tone, his voice heard for the first time.
Butch: It’s Jay Zero.
Scott: Look, it doesn’t matter, because the Senatorial Stable have things under control. We don’t need some rookie coming in and messing everything up for us.
Butch: From what I’ve seen he’s doing pretty well for himself.
Scott: Look, Butch, who’s side are you on? Huh? Now come on, I’ve got a plan on how we can get Latino out of action for tonight’s match. Take this.
Scott hands Butch ‘Lucy’ his trusty baseball bat.
Butch: What do you want me to do with this?
Scott: What the hell do you think I want you to do with it? I want you to beat the hell out of Latino!
Butch: How do we know where he is? I’ve already gotten lost twice today, once when I went to the bathroom, and the other - - -
Scott: Look, I’m Scott Andrews, I have a plan, just listen to me, ok? Now, I know where Latino’s locker room is. Ya’ feeling me?
Butch: …
Scott: …ok, well, anyway, all we gotta do is stand outside his door, and when he comes out you bop him in the knoggin’! It’s as simple as Paris Hilton.
Butch: Ok, then, bossman, lead the way.
Scott lifts his briefcase and begins to walk through the hallways with Butch following behind him.
Fade Out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:15:01 GMT -5
Segment: Mixed Messages? (Credit: Jake / AK)
Back in Jake’s temporary locker room, Jake makes his final preparations for the match. He grabs his nunchucks and is about to walk out of the locker room when he notices he is still wearing his shoes. Because we all know real men wrestle in bare feet, Jake sits back down in the single chair and begins to untie his black dress shoes. Suddenly there is knock on the door. Jake looks up, but shakes his head and goes back to untie his shoes. One down. He moves to the left one. The door starts to rumble again.
Jake: GO AWAY!
Jake takes off his second shoe as the door starts to open. He throws the shoe at the opening as he yells:
Jake: KEVIN, I SAID GO AWAY!
But the person in the doorway has no resemblance to Kevin whatsoever. First off, it’s a female. Two, she wrestles, and three, has much faster reaction time. Alicia Laureano, also known as the Atomic Kitsune, stands in the doorway to the Cheng Cave holding Jake’s shoe in her right hand.
Alicia: Whoa! Your shoes are fast even without your feet in them, Jake.
Jake: Umm, sorry. I thought you...
Alicia: No worries. May I come in?
Jake jumps up out of his chair.
Jake: Yeah, umm...yeah. What’s up?
Alicia steps into the room and takes a look around, takes a glance at her feet and then faces Jake.
Alicia: I just wanted to catch up with you about the tag team match tonight. I don’t need to tell you that this is far from a walkover-
She looks at the shoe in her hand, and then puts it down next to Jake’s training bag as it seems to be infecting her with foot-based puns.
Alicia: What I’m asking you is, are we all going to be able to function as a single unit out there?
Jake: Umm, yeah. I have no beef with you guys so I don’t see why we can’t get this done.
Alicia raises an eyebrow.
Alicia: So we are all on the same page?
Jake: Yes, we all are.
Alicia: Even BK?
There is a pause. Jake couldn’t figure out what Alicia was getting out but now that he has, he can’t come up with a response.
Jake: Yeah....yeah, we’re fine. Why wouldn’t we be?
Jake’s nunchucks drop to the floor with a clank. He jumps and looks at his now sweaty hands. He smiles nervously at Alicia, wipes his hand and retrieves his fallen weapons as she answers.
Alicia: Well, you are in separate lockers rooms. I’ve never known the pair of you to be in that situation.
Jake: Well....that’s because we are getting ours painted...
Alicia puts her hands on her hips.
Alicia: What? Ginger told me there was no budget left for room improvements…
Jake starts to flush red. Fortunately for him, Alicia misreads this and holds her hands up.
Alicia: Oh, I’m sorry, Jake, I didn’t mean to imply that you and BK were at fault in any way… listen, I’ll see you both out there, Ok?
Alicia smiles and leaves the room and shuts the door behind her before Jake can close his mouth from obviousness of the lie he just told. He shakes his head and throws his shoes to the other side of the room before leaving the room himself. Did Alicia really believe Top Draw are all right? Will Jake Cheng and BK London be able to make it through the tag match?
Fade Out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:15:19 GMT -5
Segment: The Eiffel Tower Fights Back (Credit: Scott) The scene fades in to reveal a locker room door with the name “Latino” stamped on a plaque at eye level. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal Scott Andrews and Butch standing at the ready on either side of the door with baseball bat and briefcase.Scott: Ok, now when he comes out of here, you strike him in the gut, and I’ll hit him over the head. Got it? Butch: Clear as day. The two raise their weapons and stand in fight ready positions.
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They continue to stand ready.
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About a minute passes and Scott has had enough.Scott: What the hell is the hold up? Our match starts in ten minutes he should be heading out to the ring now! I’m going in, you cover me. Scott opens the door, and at that moment a giant red boxing glove on a spring launches directly into his face and knocks him straight to the ground. He grabs at his face.Scott: GOD DAMN IT! OW! LATINOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Butch: You need a hand to get up, boss? Scott: What the hell do you think?! I just got socked in the mouth by an overgrown fist on a spring! Butch lifts Scott to his feet and Scott brushes himself down before clutching at his jaw once more. But as the two are about to leave they see a not on the inside of the door.To Scott and Butch, WATCH OUT!
Yours, Latino. Scott: Asshole…well, it’s match time, and time to kick some Hispanic ass… Scott storms out of frame as Butch gets a more intense look on his face before trailing behind.Fade Out.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:15:40 GMT -5
Segment: “Survivor: Thunderkiss Island – Part 4 of 4” Credit: T-Kiss [Welcome to the thrilling conclusion of Survivor: Thunderkiss Island! At the conclusion of the third installment, Team Hentai had just received elimination much to their dismay. However, its now looking like a pretty good deal, for after they exited, a horde of Burger Kings have made their way onto the Survivor set causing panic and confusion for all involved – including Dan Offwhite. As everyone stays back, Dan is the first to approach these diabolical plastic headed Kings, a mistake that will prove to be fatal.] Dan Offwhite: What do these bloody buggers what?! Burger King X 100: ……………………….. Dan Offwhite: I – SAID – WHAT – DO – YOU – WANT – FROM – US?! Burger King X 100: ……………………….. Dan Offwhite: They are all MENTAL! …….. AIEEEEEEEEEEE![Suddenly and without warning, the Burger Kings all jump on Dan in unison and begin to devour him piece by piece with their huge plastic jaws. Horrified, the rest of the group looks on, too afraid to even move.] Tubgirl: They are eating him …. Axl Rose: ALIVE! RUN! [Tubgirl, Axl and Nurden begin to run toward TK’s house at a frantic pace, always looking back at the carnage they have just escaped. Unfortunately, their futures look bleak as the Burger Kings have stripped the flesh from Dan’s bones and begin to proceed after them.] Dick Nurden: Oh Dear God, HELP US! [And just then, the sky’s part and out from TK’s house comes the man himself, alongside Teenix. Both do a double take toward the Survivor set.] Thunderkiss: Well, that’s something you don’t see everyday. Teenix: Nope. Axl Rose *running*: Hey man, where did your italics go?! Dick Nurden *running*: SCREW italics! We’re all going to die! They’re closing in! [Axl turns around and sees that Dick is right. At this pace neither of the three will make it to safety, so Axl does the admirable thing and trips Tubgirl down to the ground. As she falls face first to the ground, she is immediately jumped on by a dozen Burger Kings followed shortly by the sound her muzzled screams of pain.] Tubgirl: Ga….c…k! *dies* Axl Rose: That will slow them down. Dick Nurden: I can’t believe …. Oh shit man what did you just do ?! Axl Rose: Oh come on, who’s gonna care. [Axl and Nurden run up the steps towards the house’s patio where TK ushers them inside. As soon as they enter, TK slams the glass door shut and they begin to barricade it with furniture.] Thunderkiss: I take it he was mad he didn’t make the cut. Axl Rose: This is the last time I’m doing any of your shows dude. Dick Nurden: Teenix, where have you been all these days?! Are you alright?! [As Nurden looks over at Teenix, his visions of a friendly reunion soon change to terror as Teenix has a huge plastic Burger King head on and makes quick use of it as she latches onto Nurden’s jugular! Blood sprays from his neck onto everyone in the room causing even more panic!] Thunderkiss: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! [And then suddenly, the image of Thunderkiss is suddenly replaced by an image of him in bed, still screaming?!] Thunderkiss: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! *GASP* WHAT THE ...![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png) Vivid: What’s wrong? [Thunderkiss, in a very panic state, leaps out of bed and looks all over his bedroom for the crazed Burger Kings, Nurden or Axl. He finds none of the above.] Thunderkiss: Wait, where is the Burger King?! Tubgirl?! Vivid: Who?? Teeks, go back to bed, it was just a bad dream. Thunderkiss *shouting*: Bad dream my ass! We were shooting my new Survivor show and then all these Burger Kings came and started eating people and I was eating pizza with Teenix and … IT WAS REAL! Vivid: MmHmm…Sleep. Bed. Now. Thunderkiss: It was real… it had to be. Vivid: Well, it’s a good thing it wasn’t, because that sure sounds like a stupid idea, nowhere closely written near the level of the excellent Thunderkiss Idol. Thunderkiss: OMG! You’re right! Man, I’m glad I didn’t waste my time on a project like that. But I’d even feel more sorry for the poor smucks who had to actually watch that! Talk about minutes of your life you’ll never get back….. Nite Viv.Vivid: Goodnight. ~FADE~
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:16:54 GMT -5
Main Event: 8-Man Tag Team Match BK, Jake, AK, and Latino vs Rattlesnake, Scott Andrews, Jason Freeman, and Jay Zero (Credit: BK London) Phillip: This main event is an eight man tag team match, scheduled for one fall, coming to the ring weighing in at a 727lbs, they are representing the Senatorial Stable, Scott Andrews, Rattlesnake, and the ACW International Champion, Jason Freeman! "Hail to the Chief", the Senatorial Stable theme, sounds throughout the airwaves and the three superstars make their way from the back to the top of the stage, recieving one of the worst reactions of the night. The camera pans around, going through each one and finally finishing up with Jason Freeman holding his International Championship high over his head. They make their way down to the ring, with both a confident swagger, simply letting out a cocky smile as they see the thousands of fans booing them. Phillip: And their tag team partner, from Portland, Maine, weighing in at 195lbs, 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. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
All four men stand in the ring, as the camera goes down the lie, each of them have a gleam of confidence in their eyes - knowing full well that they're at an advantage tonight with Jake Cheng out of commission.Phillip: And their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight 375 lbs, they are Victor "Latino" Laureano and Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune-Laureano OoOoOoOoOoOoOoh Latino!
"One Way" by the Levellers follow right after, and they crowd is on their feet for two of ACW's veterans - AK and Latino, the second ACW Tag Team Champions in ACW. They make their way down the ramp to ringsider where they wait for their tag team partner to make his way out.Phillip: And their partner, coming to the ring weighing in at 237lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, "The Blueprint of Success" BK London! "Kingdom Come" sounds through the speakers and BK wastes no time with a long elaborate entrance and he races down ringside, meeting up with AK and Latino and the trio slide into the ring together. And now the fun begins.The bell sounds as all seven competitors are in the ring, and AK and Latino have paired off to take on the brute of the Senatorial Stable in Rattlesnake and Scott Andrews while BK London is managing to take the combined effort of both Jay Zero and Jason Freeman. Both Latino and AK's battles spill to outside the ring while Jay Zero and Jason Freeman are managing to over power the former ACW Champion. BK manages to stagger backwards into the ropes, and now the pair whip BK across the ring - hoping to capitalize with a tag team manuever - but BK comes out of nowhere with a double clothesline that takes down both men. Freeman rises up from the mat shortly after and BK takes him down with a Scoop Slam before waiting for Zero to get up. He kicks Zero in the abdomen and delivers a quick Snap Suplex to him, right on Jason Freeman to a huge pop from the crowd. Zero rolls out the ring following this manuever and instead of pinning him, BK picks up Jason and drags him to the corner - tagging in Alicia Kitsune. Alicia enters the ring, and delivers a flury of kicks to the abdomen of Freeman. Freeman doubles over in pain and AK delivers a stiff toe kick to his face, picking him up from the mat, and finally AK finishes the trifecta of kicks with a Step Up Enziguri to the International Champion. Freeman rolls over on his back following this and now AK picks him up and drags him to the corner where she tags in Latino. Latino hops over the top rope to a pop from the crowd as he delivers some body shots to the Senatoral Stable member. Latino whips Freeman off the ropes before taking him down with a hip toss, and then finally following up with a elbow to the chest. Latino makes the first cover of the match, and with the offense from all three superstars - it could be enough to end this match early. Latino looks as if he has this in the bag, but Scott Andrews enters the ring and breaks up the count with a mean forearm to the back of Latino's neck. RAF rises up and tells Scott to get back to his corner, and as he backs him away, Scott stares at Latino with a cocky smile. Latino reverts his attention back to Freeman, picking him up and resting him against the ropes. Latino delivers a huge chop across the chest of Freeman that sends a surge of "Woooooooo!" chants throughout the arena. Latino delivers another of those chest piercing chops, before whipping Freeman across the ring. Latino looks to follow up with another manuever, but Freeman holds onto the ropes - preventing this from happening. Freeman tries to catch his breath but he doesn't seem to get much air as Latino charges straight at him, but he manages to back body drop Latino over the top rope. Luckily, Latino lands on the apron before grabbing Freeman's hair and dropping him down to the mat. Freeman holds the back of his neck in pain and Latino quickly climbs up to the top rope, probably looking to follow up with another move - but Jay Zero runs out of nowhere and pushes the former ACW Champion off the top rope. Latino falls right onto the steel barricade seperating the ringside area from the crowd, and falls down to the ground below. RAF tells Jay Zero to return back to his corner and he does so, but not without a huge smile on his face. Alicia rushes to the side of her husband, checking if he's ok and he is, while back in the ring Freeman tags in Rattlesnake. RAF sees this tag and Rattlesnake drops off the apron and makes his way around the ring, where he shoves Alicia to the ground before picking up Latino and tossing him inside the ring. Rattlesnake hops up on the apron and steps over the top rope with ease before going back to work on Latino. Rattlesnake picks up the Latin King and tosses him into the corner, without even breaking a sweat, and follows up with a huge clothesline. The clothesline takes all the breath out of Latino and Rattlesnake whips him across the ring before following up with another clothesline, bringing him down to his knees. Scott Andrews sticks his arm out, pleading for a tag by Rattlesnake - and his wish is granted. Andrews enters the ring to plenty of boos from the crowd as he takes his time in making his way over to Latino. Latino starts to rise to his feet slowly, as Scott looks at him and starts slapping him repeatedly in his face. Latino looks to take a swing, but it misses the Scarlet Assassin, which gives him an opportunity to land a stiff kick to the side of Latino's head. Latino drops back on the mat, laying motionless and Scott makes a rather nonchalant cover over the former ACW Champion. His arm shoots up from the mat right before three, and this infuriates the former 2 Time Light Heavyweight Champion. Scott rises up from the mat, and picks up Latino with him and takes him down with a delayed Vertical Suplex before hopping up on the middle turnbuckle. Scott seems to be setting up for the Heatseeker at this point, and if he can hit this, it could definitely end the match for Latino - especially after all the punishment that he has taken. Slowly making his way to the feet, Latino gets some support from the crowd. He turns around and Scott dives off the top rope, looking for it, but Latino side steps it at the last second. Luckily for Scott, he manages to flip and land on his feet, a great athletic manuever. He holds his knee in pain for a second, possibly jamming it on the landing, and quickly Latino springs up behind him and catches him in a Cobra Clutch hold. Latino drives him into the mat with a desperation La Puta Driver, and now both men are laid out in the ring following that move. Jay Zero stands on the bottom rope, reaching out for a tag as both AK and BK extend their arms out for a tag by Latino. Both men begin to crawl to the corner, but Scott is the first one to make it to his corner to tag in Zero. Zero runs in the ring, and knocks both AK and BK off the apron, cutting off any chance of Latino tagging in someone else. Zero turns around, and delivers some vicious stomps to the lower back of Latino before picking him up for Zero Darkness - and he scores with it. It looks to be simply academic from here as he hooks both legs, looking to pick up the biggest win in his short ACW career - but BK enters the ring and breaks it up at the last second. RAF brings BK back to his corner, as AK crawls up on the apron herself and now Jay Zero pulls Latino to his corner before tagging in Jason Freeman. Freeman enters the ring, looking to end off this match as he stalks Latino from behind. Latino gets up to his knees, and Freeman shoves his head between his legs and sets up for the Journey's End. He hoists the big man over his shoulders, and throws him up to drive him into the mat with a Powerbomb but Latino counters with a Hurricanrana out of nowhere Freeman is tossed back to his corner, where Jay Zero tags himself back in, but this time Latino dives forward and manages to tag in BK London. BK, the caged animal, hops over the top rope to enter the ring and takes out the newcomer with a clothesline. Zero rises up again and BK delivers another clothesline to Jay Zero. Scott Andrews and Jay Zero enter the ring, and both recieve the same treatment - and without warning, BK makes his way over to Rattlesnake and tosses him from the apron to inside the ring to a huge pop from the crowd. Rattlesnake holds his back in pain as he climbs up to his feet, and BK nearly levels him with a huge right hand to his jaw. The Vision of Greatness begins to reel and now BK looks to whip him across the ring, but Rattlesnake counters and sends BK into the ropes. BK comes off the ropes, and Rattlesnake attempts a clothesline, but BK ducks under it. Rattlesnake turns around and BK tosses him across the ring with a huge Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. The crowd is taken back by this strength of BK, and now BK rises up pulls his straps down - Angle style. Latino and AK roll into the ring simultaneously and work together to clothesline the six foot eight behemonth over the top rope to the outside. Scott Andrews, Jason Freeman, and Jay Zero rush the ring all at the same time and catch BK, Latino, and AK from behind. They stomp away at them and now the recovering Rattlesnake rolls into the ring and joins in on the 4 to 3 beatdown, and it looks like the numbers game has finally caught up to them. RAF uses his authority to attempt to get them out of the ring, but Scott delivers a clothesline to the referee before tossing him to the outside of the ring. The beatdown from the Senatorial Stable and Zero continues on the three crowd favorites, suddenly, a wave of cheers emerges from the arena and at the top of the stage stands Jake Cheng, huge bandage around his head, with nunchucks in hand. Jake hobbles down ringside and enters the ring, staring at all four men in the ring. Three men go down after AK, Latino, and BK deliver simultaneous low blows and the only one left standing appears to be Jay Zero. Jay charges toward Jake, attempting to take him on head first, but Jake delivers a huge shot to his abdomen. Jay Zero doubles over in pain and Jake follows up with a huge shot over his lower back, which brings him down to his knees and then finally down on the mat below. Jay Zero rolls out of the ring, and makes his way up to the bottom of the ramp before staggering up to his feet. He looks up and looks back in the ring at everyone before mouthing the words "Screw this". Andrews and Rattlesnake watch as Jay Zero continues up the ramp and to the back, and they are absolutely shocked at this predicament it leaves for them. They turn around and they are sent over the top rope by Latino and AK, leaving Freeman and the unlikely team of BK and Jake. BK looks up to see Jake in the ring and he approaches him. The two have a brief staredown, as Freeman starts to rise up right beside them, but it seems like they could careless. A few words are exchanged between the two, and now BK starts to remove his wrist bands as Jake cracks his neck. Freeman finally reaches up to his feet, and both Jake and BK turn towards him and deliver a swift kick to his abdomen. BK throws up Freeman on his shoulders in an Electric Chair Drop Position as Jake climbs up to the top rope, and head injury and all, he delivers a Super Shiranui to the International Champion. The tag team manuever leaves Freeman motionless in the center of the ring as BK covers him, with both legs. Latino picks up RAF and tosses him into the ring, and slowly, but surely he counts the three. Phillip: And the winners of this match, the team of BK London, Jake Cheng, Latino, and Alicia Kitsune! "Kingdom Come" sounds throughout the arena and the crowd bursts up from their seats, cheering for the winners of the match, but more specifically the tag team efforts of Jake Cheng and BK London. Jake is on one knee, getting up and BK walks over to him - and extends his hand out. Jake grabs it and BK pulls up his partner and soon enough they embrace in a huge, to another huge pop from the crowd.
Latino and AK make their ways toward the center of the ring and Warfare goes off the air with all four participants raising their arms in triumph over the Senatorial Stable.
End of Show..............
Well, almost. ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 23, 2007 14:27:02 GMT -5
(Note to Hunter: Sunday night is not a good time to send me late segment requests...)
Closing segment: Thunderstruck!
Some time after Warfare concludes…
It always takes a little time for the ACW roster to clear the arena after a show, and tonight has extra reason to delay people; with everyone due to fly to Tokyo in the next few days, the superstars have to gather everything they’ll need for another testing ACW tour. Thus laden down, Alicia and Victor are among the last to leave the building…
They walk out to the parking lot, chatting about the minutae of life, the universe and everything – and then stop dead in their tracks.
Latino: ……………
AK: ………………
There is a charred, burnt-out hulk of metal where their car used to be. Unless you possess the world’s shortest memory, it’s unlikely you need any help guessing what’s happened here.
The wind whistles past for a few moments. A couple of crew members round the corner, see what’s going on, and beat a hasty retreat. Finally, Latino sighs, worryingly less surprised by this turn of events than a normal person would be.
Latino: ……do you think we can claim for this as an “Act of God?”
AK shakes her head.
AK: Sadly, no… I’d like to believe that no God could be this dumb. Still, it gives me something extra to do in the Rumble… If TK and Brimstone can’t respect our “personal space”, they’re going to find out just what happens when you get a little too close to a Kitsune on her spiritual home ground.
Latino chuckles a little, and Alicia does too; the lost car’s a major headache, but it’s nothing they can’t face together…
The land of the rising sun calls, and one person shall indeed rise to the top to earn themselves a chance at the ultimate prize…
The Road to Omega Effect 3 begins… Now.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by BK London on Apr 23, 2007 14:38:17 GMT -5
Nice show, besides the extremely botched order of segments by Wyvern.
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Post by Wyvern on Apr 23, 2007 14:51:03 GMT -5
Nice show, besides the extremely botched order of segments by Wyvern. First one near the top of the show.
Second probably after the second match.I followed the ones you sent me, actually, I followed the directions of all of those sent to me. Maybe if people actually gave me the SPECIFIC placements for their segments (ex. Between Brimstone/Vortex and Stark/Kudo), we'd avoid this. Fix it yourself if you feel so strongly against it.
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Post by chengling on Apr 23, 2007 15:02:06 GMT -5
I was worried that the whole Snake/Cobra angle had disappeared, nice to see it's still in full swing and can only get better. While today's segment didn't have the intensity of the past segments, it did act as a vastly effective prelude to what I anticipate to be a momentous twist at Fallen Heroes. TK, as much as I've liked Survivor, I can't help but feel the whole dream angle is too cheap of a cop out to end it, though I really did mark out when the Kings turned cannibal. Shades of Shaun of the Dead, FTW. Another great training segment from Wyvern. They honestly do have a nice Rocky montage feel to them. Perhaps the means you use to train are not so rugged or primitive, but I get the same intensity and tenacity from your character. This Scott/Latino feud has just officially hit epic. Anytime a career is on the line, that alone should be enough to sell a match, but the fact that another man's personal freedom is also at risk makes this the most high stakes feud I've ever had the privelege to cover. The announcement of the match was the biggest shocker of the show to be sure. That being said, I was a bit disappointed Scott's big plan to get back at Latino was just to beat the hell out of him. I'd expect a mastermind like Scott to come up with something more clever, maybe blowing something up, especially when the title suggests as such. I don't do this unless there's something I really like, so this is my moment of the show. As usual, Senator is more than welcome to retort. Scott opens the door, and at that moment a giant red boxing glove on a spring launches directly into his face and knocks him straight to the ground. He grabs at his face.Scott: GOD DAMN IT! OW! LATINOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Butch: You need a hand to get up, boss? Scott: What the hell do you think?! I just got socked in the mouth by an overgrown fist on a spring! Butch lifts Scott to his feet and Scott brushes himself down before clutching at his jaw once more. But as the two are about to leave they see a not on the inside of the door.To Scott and Butch, WATCH OUT!
Yours, Latino. [/center][/quote]
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Post by BK London on Apr 23, 2007 15:27:32 GMT -5
Well it isn't rocket science to think "Hmmm, maybe all of Jake segments where he is conscious should be in between both segments". I mean come on, it's not that hard. Figure it out.
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Post by Jason Freeman on Apr 23, 2007 15:34:15 GMT -5
Im sorry my match wasnt in, but hey, at least I didnt get my segment done either...so karma I guess. The match will be in tonight. And am I the only one who noticed that every time there is a multi-man match involving me and BK (Six man tag before Genocide, 8 man tag tonight, six man battle royal on Warfare a couple weeks ago)...it ALWAYS involves BK getting rid fo Freeman? He got the pin on me in both tag matches, and eliminated me from the battle royal. It should be added that all three were written by BK.... ![:(](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/sad.png) I CALL BIAS!
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