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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:09:03 GMT -5
Segment: Save the Fucking Children (Credit: Flamingo)
As the scene, Adrian Flamingo walked down the backstage hallway with both of his big guards on opposite sides. Like a kid with a new toy, Adrian’s smile was a mile long and his eyes were as bright as the Rockefeller Square Christmas tree. To put it simply, Adrian was pleasantly surprised because he was pretty sure Gingerdude wouldn’t have let him have his way. Later on it would dawn on Adrian that Gingerdude didn’t give a damn about him or anyone else on the roster whose name was last names weren’t Franklin, Grant, Jackson, Hamilton, Lincoln, and even that bum Washington.
As Adrian continued to walk down the hallway with Peaches and Gerard (Adrian had felt it was appropriate to name his hired help), he spotted the camera and moved towards it. As Adrian got closer, the effects of his recent attacks were a little easier to be seen. Although, the gauze around his head looked silly, the bruises and swelling of the left side of his jaw was anything but. Starring at the camera with a slight black eye, Adrian turned his head to point Peaches to watch the area behind him and left Gerard to watch the front. After turning around, Adrian smiled at the camera.
Flamingo: As I walked into the arena today, ACW fans, I believe one of the stage hands said that I looked like I showed up to a gang fight without my own gang. You know though, it doesn’t bother me, because when I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t see my face with a black eye and a busted jaw… I see America with a black eye and a busted jaw. Simply put, wrestling fans, I’m the walking, talking, representation of the American Dream – and I ain’t talking about a fat guy in polka dots. I am bruised and battered by the onslaught of stupidity and ignorance of the world, I am ignored and benefits pass over me and hand-delivered to those who don’t need them, and I am subjected to a disposable society and a population of people who fill up the air with both noise and environmental pollution. America, we lost any semblance of culture or decency a long time ago and we’re coming to realize the repercussions today. Our culture is disposable. Nothing is permanent, nothing is concrete, and everything is new until something newer comes along and gives it the first push into the landfill. Computers are outdated within 6 months and people are tossing out their old video game consoles for the newer models. We raise "celebrities" up on pedestals and then rejoice as we publically chastise and mock them for doing the same things that we loved them so much for originally. What will our "Gone with the Wind" be? Napoleon Dynamite? Superbad? 300? Will any artist from our generation step up in a similar fashion that yesteryear's Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, or Frank Sinatra did? If so, than who? What about books? Will there be next great American novel? Oh wait, people still read!?
Adrian paused and whispered something to Gerard who, after a small pause, nodded his head and headed off down the hallway. Peaches gave the hallway one more look before he moved to fill in Gerard’s space.
Flamingo: Face the facts, children, we are a generation of polluters under the guise of the "environmentally-minded youth". We may be concerned about fuel efficiency now, but how much of it do you actually think is based on our desire to have clean air? Now, how much of it do you think is based on the hypothesis that gas will go up to $4 a gallon? We are needy, selfish, and spoiled. We are our own undoing. We were all raised to believe that we are special and unique and that, in the same breath, we are all equal. No child can be left behind, but we're all left behind in that case. Our society is making us dumber so that we can all be equal! Wake up, Generation Y! Do you know what the number one complaint amongst employers was this past year? Younger workers can't work in teams and they cannot handle criticism. We are a generation of quitters. If we don't understand something, it's someone else's fault. If the kid doesn't know his multiplication's tables, the teacher is to blame because she didn't do a well enough job of teaching him. If the college student doesn't understand Accounting and fails a test, it's not his fault for not studying! It's funny to see a class cut in half at midterms; rather than work hard and improve; we'd rather drop the class. No one wants to work. No one wants to study. No one wants to fight tooth and nail to accomplish anything. We either want to get it instantly or not at all. Who is responsible for it all though, someone has to be responsible for allowing this tragedy to occur! The answer is the same answer that it’s always been – the government. To be more specific, this is Senator Steve Phillips’ fault.
Adrian cracked his knuckles as his glare stayed on the camera. Nothing could phase Adrian at that moment, not Gerard rejoining his buddy Peaches, not another BK London attack, hell, not even Gingerdude himself coming up to Adrian and rewarding him the ACW World title.
Flamingo: America needs all the help it can get to clean up the pigsty of a country we have, yet one of our elected officials spends his spare time training and wrestling? Is it just me, or is that a gross mistake in responsibilities? Steve Phillips is nothing more than a dictator behind the friendly façade of a do-gooder! He is a man of his own interests and he doesn’t give a damn about you. Here is a man who is more concerned with holding title belts and fighting than leading our country out of the depths of hell! Globalization has killed the American manufacturing industry and left many jobless thanks to outsourcing! The American dollar loses value every day! At one point it was worth more than a Euro, but now it’s worth little over half of one! This is a travesty, yet no one does a thing about it. He along with ever other big wig on Capitol Hill who have been paid off by insurance companies go out every day and LIE to you! “Everything is fine!” Everything is fine? The air is polluted and no one can read! “We’re winning the war on terror!” Then how come our kids are still getting their arms and legs blown off every day? “Our economy is strong?” Where? Oh yeah, in your bank account, mother fucker! ACW, wrestling fans, my fellow Americans, Steve Phillips is nothing more than a charlatan and once I strip him of his International title belt, I demand that we rally together and boot his ass out of our government! America doesn’t need a self-interested egomaniac in power, hell we already have too many of those.
Adrian stopped as Gerard returned with Adrian’s muzzle in his hands. After handing it over to Adrian, Gerard took his original position as Peaches returned to his post. Adrian slid the muzzle over his face and smiled at the camera through the three slits that covered his mouth. Adrian would likely be reprimanded for what he said, but he blamed it on too much free time and too many pamphlets. Flamingo: Sorry about that little rant, fans, the truth always seems to come out if they don’t do something to keep me silent. Steve Phillips, tonight I’m a little banged up, but I assure you that I’ll stop at nothing than to keep YOU silent! Fuck AK, fuck XS3, this is about me and you! What I don’t do tonight, I’ll finish at Best. PPV. Ever! Oh, and BK, once Senator is taken care of, I’m finishing what I started.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:09:30 GMT -5
Segment: “Illiterate Rainbow” Credit: T-Kiss Butterfly in the sky! I can go twice as high! Just take a look! Its in a book! Reading Rainbow! Levar Burton: Well hello there! Today I’m coming to you today from a most unusual place! Can you guess where I am? [The camera pans back and we see Levar standing in front of a ACW wrestling ring, placed smack dab in the middle of an emtpy ACW arena.] Levar Burton: That’s right, I am standing right here in the ACW arena and joining me here today is ACW wrestling sensation, Thunderkiss! Nice to meet you Thunderkiss! [Into the camera shot walks Thunderkiss, all smiles.] Thunderkiss: Nice to meet you too crackerjack! Levar Burton: Uh, thanks! Now TK, there is this belief that professional wrestlers don’t read and that can’t be more further from the truth, correct? Thunderkiss: You got that right brother. Not only can we all read, we can all read pretty well! *thumbs up* Well, except for Zero, that is. But don’t mention that to him because he’s very sensitive about it.Leval Burton: Word has it that you are a HUGE fan of books! Is that true? Thunderkiss: Why certainly! I love me some readin’ Levar! Whenever I get a chance, like when I’m flying or on the crapper, I put a book in my hands to read!Levar Burton: Do you have a favorite author? Thunderkiss: Well I like Larry Flynt, his books are pretty fantastic.Levar Burton: Oooooooooook.[Levar looks at the camera crew with a look that roughly says, “is this guy for real?”] Levar Burton: Well we thought that since you love reading so much, that you wouldn’t mind sharing the gift of reading to some of my Reading Rainbow fans! What do you say Thunderkiss! Thunderkiss: Hell yeah brother. Let’s do this![Segway music plays as we see both Levar and TK walk away from the camera shot into another, where we see several children sitting down next to a chair inside the ring. In steps TK with a book in hand. While he takes his seat and opens his book, Levar quietly whispers to the cameras...] Levar Burton: Today Thunderkiss will be reading a very special book that he wrote, entitled "Thunderkiss & the Magic Kingdom of Alphaland." Lets listen in! Thunderkiss *reading*: Once upon a time, there was a great giant that lived among in the valley of the mortals.Child: What was the giant’s name? Thunderkiss: Don’t you think I’m about to that part? Now sit your ass down, and shut up.Child: ..... Thunderkiss: Now ... the giant’s name was Thunderkiss.Child 2: That’s silly! Thunderkiss: EXCUSE ME?! Who is reading this story! I am! And until one of you snots grows a brain and learns how to read, *I’LL* be the one who tells this story! Am I clear!Child 2 *scared*: A-Ah... Thunderkiss *interrupting*: May I go on? Is that alright with you?Child 2 *sobbing*: Yes. Thunderkiss: GOOD. [Thunderkiss clears his throat before continuing.] Thunderkiss: Now the giant, WHO’S NAME IS THUNDERKISS, was nice and kind. Not a day passed were he brought joy to the hearts of all who met him. But even though he did good deeds and was entertaining as hell, the people of Alphaland were very jealous and spiteful towards him. They wanted to be just like him: big, strong, talented and very handsome, but they could not. So one day, the Alphaland champion, who we shall not name, decided to exile Thunderkiss from his land so he would not have to endure being 2nd best ever again. Child 3: OhhhhhhhThunderkiss: This made Thunderkiss very angry and he vowed one day to get revenge upon those responsible for banishing him. One day while Thunderkiss sat alone cursing those who betrayed him, a magical genie approached him with an offer. He would send Thunderkiss back to Alphaland if he were to give up his left eye to a wench.Child 3: What’s a “wench?” Thunderkiss: Your mom..... Now, not wanting to be stuck by himself forever in the wicked mountains he now called home, Thunderkiss accepted. With one wave of the genies hand, *POOF* .... Thunderkiss finally returned to Alphaland. No longer was he a kind and gentle giant. Oh no - he was very ANGRY. And though this anger, he would make them *ALL* pay. That very night he returned to the village and began crushing anyone he could find with his huge, monstrous arms. Everyone except the good looking women of course, he collected them to be part of his harem where he would later breed them.Levar Burton: Excuse me, Thunderkiss... Thunderkiss: With all the villagers now dead, all that remained was the champion who quietly hid in his castle. When he got to this very castle, TK began to pull it down brick by brick until there was absolutely nowhere for the cowardly champion to hide. He now had to face the giant he tried to banish and that made him very, very scared. With one swoop of his hand, TK grabbed the champion and picked him high into the air. One by one, the giant began to pull the champion’s limbs from his body, sucking the meat right off of them to satisfy his hunger. Levar Burton *interrupting*: THUNDERKISS! Excuse me! I ‘m sorry, but I don’t think your book is age appropriate! Thunderkiss: Do you know what I don’t think is appropriate Labar?Levar: Its LEVAR and what? Thunderkiss: You’re face! [Thunderkiss puts his massive hand over Levar’s face and pushes him down to the mat with little effort.] Child 4 *crying*: I want my mommy! Thunderkiss: Here! Take a look! It’s a book! [The children in the ring scatter in fear as they hear/watch Thunderkiss assault Levar Burton. Bringing his book down upon Lavar’s head, Thunderkiss splinters it in half right across the book’s binding. His pleas for help unanswered, Lavar can only try to squirm out of the ring unnoticed as Thunderkiss turns back around and takes note of a 2nd victim - the camera man.] Camera Man: Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! ....BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.... [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:10:24 GMT -5
Segment: A spot of unfinished business Credit: Jon Taylor
With not long to go until "Best.PPV.Ever" many of the ACW wrestlers look to be trying their best to impress management in order to get on the PPV card. The general mood is a mixed one with some worrying about whether they'll make the PPV or not and others boasting about how they are already booked. Warfare has just gone on air and the crowd as always are audible even in the backstage area. Many wrestlers can be seen preparing for their matches later on in the night while those with the night off can seen be relaxing and socialising amongst themselves. Out of nowhere ACW wrestler Jon Taylor appears, chasing after him is Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson closely followed by a cameraman, Anderson taps Taylor on the back who immediately turns around.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Hey, Taylor - would you mind giving us an interview?
Taylor clearly isn't in a good mood at all; he snatches the microphone out of Anderson's hands and pushes him to the side. Taylor has a look in his eye which has been unseen before.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Although I don't have time for your fun and games Anderson I do have something I would like to say, and I guess this would be the best way possible. Last week on Meltdown "Senator" Steve Phillips and Jonny Hughes defeated myself and my "tag team partner" Adrian Flamingo via disqualification - thanks to my idiot of a "partner" who assaulted both Hughes and Phillips with a steel chair. Thanks to Flamingo I lost my 5 match winning streak. By pulling that stunt Flamingo you didn't only making yourself look like a prick but you also damaged my reputation - and im afraid Flamingo, I just wont take that shit. I detest cheaters and you go and pull a stunt like that - it makes me ashamed to of even of been on your team. You ruined a great match, a fantastic match even - all to make some of sort impact? You didn't make any impact Flamingo, you just showed to everyone that you can't win a match without weapons - you just showed the whole ACW roster that you possess no talent. If you had talent you wouldn't have assaulted your opponents while they had no means of defence. If you had any respect for anyone in ACW you wouldn't ruined the entire match just because you thought it would make you look good in whoever eyes you were trying to look good for.
The thing that annoyed me most was not only that you cheated but that you ruined my first opportunity of having the chance to compete against someone the calibre of "Senator" Steve Phillips - you ruined my chance of proving to everyone here in ACW that Jon Taylor can take on the big guys - and by that you are most certainly not included. Flamingo I hope to god that Steve beats your ass the next and hopefully final time he'll have to cross paths with an imbecile such as yourself. But Flamingo that's not the only problem you’re going to have, as I want some retribution. I am not going to take the stunt you pulled last week lying down. Josh tried a similar stunt to yours, although not as bad and he found out what happens to you when you piss off Jon Taylor - well unluckily for you, so will you. You better watch your back Flamingo, although unlike you I don't surprise attack people or use weapons - I have talent and that's all I need. If our paths cross in the ring i'll be the only one leaving it on my feet. Flamingo, this time you have pissed off the wrong person.
Jon Taylor forcefully hands the microphone back to Anderson; he stares into the camera before walking away and continuing to head to where he was originally going. One thing for sure is, Jon Taylor isn't going to take this lying down.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:11:25 GMT -5
Match 4: The Senator vs. Alicia Kitsune vs. XS3 vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: Hitman)
Philip: "This match is a fatal four way! Introducing first, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, he is 'The Failed Artist' XS3!"
The opening guitars of "The End of Heartache [Resident Evil Version]" by Killswitch Engage kick in along with blue lights. The crowd mostly cheers but there a few boos here and there due to his allegiance with the Entourage. Out from the back appears XS3, decked out in his ring attire and a baseball cap. He pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before finally deciding to head down the ramp. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air before hopping down onto the canvas. XS3 hands his cap to the referee and watches as the lights return to normal and the music fades.
Philip: "From London, UK, she is Alicia 'Atomic' Kitsune!"
“I’m a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield hits and AK comes down to the ring to a raucous ovation. The #1 Contender waves to the fans and slaps hands with some before entering the ring and receiving a brief nod from XS3. She returns the gesture.
Philip: "From Venice Beach, California, he is Adrian Flamingo!"
As the drum portion kicks into the song, the video flashes to highlight clips of Adrian who stomps his way on stage and holds his arms out to welcome whatever reaction he receives. After inhaling either his love or hatred, he confidently walks to the ring with a smile on his face. After sliding into the ring, he holds one arm up into the air as he climbs the turnbuckle and holds it there until it’s either time for his opponent to make their way out, or for the match to begin.
Philip: "From Washington, D.C., the ACW International Champion, he is Senator Steve Philips!"
With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, he steps into the enteranceway, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the enterance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before usually addressing the audience.
Bell rings.
All four individuals stare each other down until Flamingo breaks the silence with a swift knee to Senator’s midsection. XS3 and AK then decide to duke it out on their own while Senator fights back with a BIG knife edge chop that brightens up Flamingo’s chest. Senator then takes down Flamingo with a headlock takedown and keeps his grip applied on his foe. Meanwhile, AK has XS3 in the corner and manages to position him for a monkey flip. XS3 has other plans, though, as he holds onto AK and brings her up for a powerbomb. In a flash, AK counters that into a hurracanrana, sending XS3 crashing onto Flamingo with a senton-style crash. AK then holds up her arms to get the crowd on her side as Senator picks up Flamingo and Irish whips him out of the ring. XS3 is then back on his feet and performs a spinning side kick to AK, doubling her over long enough for a double arm DDT. AK rolls near the ropes as XS3 and Senator approach each other in the center of the ring. The camera actually catches a couple of words by XS3:
XS3: “Hey, remember that hospital thing with the Entourage?”
Senator: “Yes…?”
XS3: “…sorry about that. >_>”
Senator: “Ah, don’t worry about it.”
After the forgiveness, Senator gets back to business by unloading a big chop to XS3, causing him to cry out in pain. Senator fires off another one before attempting an Irish whip. XS3 reverses the whip but misses a clothesline and is kicked right in the back of the knee. XS3 drops to one knee and is then the recipient of a huge Shining Capitol that nearly sends a tooth flying. Senator does his Victory pose but when he turns around, he is caught offguard with a springboard double axe handle from Flamingo. Flamingo then springs up to the second rope and hits a Flamingo Splash on XS3, pinning him for a two count. He then sees Senator and attempts a Flamingo Splash on him. However, his attempt is thwarted when Senator manages to roll Flamingo over with a form of cradle and pin his shoulders for a two count.
AK is seen perched on the apron, waiting for anyone to get up. Unfortunately, XS3 is the first one to do so and he receives a springboard dropkick to the chest. AK pins but gets a two count. Senator is back up and exchanges some kicks with AK before ducking under a clothesline and launching into a German suplex, the first of the Senatorial Series. He connects the backdrop suplex but when he brings up AK for the Liberalizer, Flamingo stops him with a forearm smash to the back of the head. Flamingo then hooks Senator up and springs him off the top rope. When he attempts the Ghostbuster, XS3 comes from behind and headbutts Flamingo in the back of the head. Senator drops behind Flamingo and decides to hit him with the Liberalizer instead of AK. Flamingo is driven into the canvas but when Senator turns around, he is brought in and hit with the Closing Moment.
AK is back up and she attempts a clothesline on XS3, who ducks and brings up AK in a torture rack. The Burning Cradle seems emminent but AK manages to wiggle free and land behind XS3, grabbing his head and rolling him in order to connect with the Falling Star. XS3 hits the canvas and AK rolls over XS3’s back and cinches in the Catch-22. XS3 appears to be close to tapping out but Senator comes up behind AK and grabs her legs, dropping her to the canvas. Senator then puts AK in the Tax Cut while she has a hold of XS3’s ankle. However, Flamingo is back up and he cinches Senator in the 1981 Flamingo Special. The crowd marks out at the triple submission but XS3 manages to break the hold by grabbing the bottom rope. AK is forced to let go as XS3 crawls towards the turnbuckles. Meanwhile, AK grasps the bottom rope, forcing Senator to let go of the Tax Cut. Senator then elbows Flamingo in the midsection and hits a northern lights suplex on his arch-nemesis.
AK gets back to her wobbly feet and exchanges brief chops with Senator, who ducks under one and sets up AK for the Filibuster. AK manages to elbow her way out of it as she attempts to Spin the Bottle. However, Senator keeps a grip on AK’s attire and throws her with the Filibuster, driving her into the canvas. Senator makes another victory pose and then grabs AK’s foot, signalling for the Victory Lock II. But Senator temporarily forgets about Flamingo, who grabs Senator from behind and brings up for the 1980 Flamingo Special. Senator fights to get out of the hold but it is too late; Senator is driven into the canvas and joins AK as a body on the floor. Flamingo then spots XS3 in the corner and decides to take him out the equation. He backs up and charges at XS3, who shows life by swiftly moving out of the way of the A.D.H.Knee. Flamingo almost hits the turnbuckle but when he turns around, XS3 charges at him and nails him with the Shadow Step.
Flamingo hits the canvas as XS3 goes for a pin. However, AK throws herself at XS3 and breaks up the count just in the nick of time. AK then picks up XS3 and backs up before spinning into the EMP. However, XS3 ducks under the attempted finisher and picks up AK in a torture rack, once again looking for the Burning Cradle. AK is thrown off of XS3’s shoulders but she manages to wrap her legs around XS3’s head and throw him down to the canvas with a hurracanrana. She then hooks his legs and gets a 1-2-3.
Bell rings.
Philip: “Here is your winner, Alicia Kitsune!”
“I’m A Bomb” hits as AK stands up from XS3, who is looking a bit surprised, to say the least. AK manages to get back up using the ropes and she gets her arm raised by the referee. Senator shakes his head to clear the cobwebs before standing up and approaching AK. The two share some words before Senator raises AK’s arm. XS3 is back up and he too approaches AK. Suddenly, he grabs her wrist and stares at her, almost like he wanted revenge for what she did to Thunderkiss. Instead, XS3 smiles and also raises her arm out of respect for the #1 Contender. XS3 then heads out of the ring and to the back. AK ascends the second rope and raises her arms in the air before making her leave along with Senator, who collects his International title on the way out. As for Flamingo, you’ll just have to read the next segment.
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Segment: The Nice and Accurate Proph (Credit: Flamingo/??)
As the match was over and the winner celebrated and the losers either humbly left the ring or pouted to the back in frustration, Adrian hung around ringside and let his eyes and head scan every possible fan in attendance. Satisfied with those results, Adrian cautiously dropped to his knees and checked under the ring. After a few moments, an extremely satisfied Adrian Flamingo called for a microphone before rolling into the ring.
Flamingo: You think I’m stupid, don’t you BK? Well let me tell you something, I know full and well what’s going on here tonight. PEACHES! GERARD! GET OUT HERE NOW!
On cue, both guards clinked and clanked down the ramp in unison as the crowd in attendance watched in ambiguity. The guards stepped into the ring and stood at attention in front of the smiling Adrian Flamingo.
Flamingo: Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? The past couple of shows, I’ve been jumped by BK London over the oh-so-clever disguise of OLYMPIA. The first two times it was through the crowd, and then last week it was backstage during one of my own promos. So, I petition Chairman Gingerdude for bodyguards and he gives me you two. Now, first of all, Gingerdude has denied me tons of things in my career… but why now of all times would he actually grant me something I request? Secondly, neither of you guys have said a goddamn word tonight or let me check out your faces so that I could be sure. Actually no, Gerard… Peaches let me see his face and he definitely wasn’t BK, were ya Peaches? No you weren’t. You though? No… not Mr. International Man of Mystery over here. So, Gerard… or is it BK London? Oh what, BK? Surprised that I saw this coming from a mile a-fucking-way? Did you think that I was going to let you superkick me again?
The crowd got silent as Adrian stepped closer to BK London/Gerard as Peaches stepped away.
Flamingo: I’ll tell you what, though, BK. I’m a pretty nice and understanding guy… and I have to admit, the whole OLYMPIA thing was pretty clever. I mean, you really had me going for a bit. So, let’s be men about this BK, if you shake my hand right now, both of us can walk away from the ring right now… nobody will get hurt… and we can prepare for our match this weekend. What do you say?
Adrian, with a smile on his face, extended his hand to BK/Gerard. BK/Gerard hesitantly looked out to the crowd, who were now chanting their disapproval to Flamingo’s proposal, but BK/Gerard took Adrian’s hand and the men shook. The mutual respect was short-lived as Adrian nearly took BK/Gerard’s head off with a short arm lariat and relentlessly went on the attack. Adrian wrapped both hands around BK/Gerard’s throat and began to choke the life out of him as Peaches looked on. In the course of the struggle, BK/Gerard’s helmet fell off… and the man underneath the helmet wasn’t BK London… not even close. Adrian stood up from the semi-conscious blond kid in shock as Peaches slowly removed his helmet revealing an OLYMPIA mask.
As Adrian backed away from the imposter, his back bumped into the masked man’s chest, and Adrian closed his eyes and cursed under his breath. Reaching up with his hand, Adrian felt the OLYMPIA masked and cursed even louder as he looked like he was seconds from crying. Adrian then shot off away from the masked man, but the masked man grabbed a hold of the back of Adrian’s tights causing Adrian to only go so far, reaching out with pleading hands to the ring ropes. The masked man tossed Adrian by his tights into the ropes and by the time Adrian slingshot back, he was met with another superkick, dropping Flamingo like a sack of pomegranates.
Flamingo seems to be feeling the Orton effect lately, as he lays motionless after another superkick on this fine evening. Suddently, Gingerdude's music sounds throughout the speakers and the crowd begins to jeer the Chairman.
Ginger: Now just wait a damn second, there is no way I am just going to allow you to continue to hurt my talent week after week, show after show, so unless you want to spend the next few weeks inside of a cell - I suggest you reveal yourself to the world.
Flamingo begins to be coming to as he slowly rises up from the mat.
Ginger: And Flamingo, since you seemed to have recovered a bit - I regret to inform you and the rest of the audience tonight that this man is not who you think he is. You see, predicting another attack, I made sure to call BK London and he is indeed still in Brazil as reports have suggested. So THIS man is NOT BK London.
Flamingo: ....what?
The man in the OLYMPIA masked stands in the ring, surrounded by thousands of fans who seem to want an answer to all the questions that have been brought up in the past few minutes. He looks over to Flamingo, who cannot take his eyes off him.
Slowly, the masked man begins to remove the mask and before anyone can notice him, the lights in the arena are immediately shut off and within a few seconds - it returns on with the man out of the ring. The only thing he left behind in the ring is the very mask he wore for months. No one knows where he has gone, who he is, or when next he will strike, but one thing is known. That the masked man who has lurked in the shadows of ACW....is not BK London.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:11:59 GMT -5
OTA Segment “Thunderkiss: The Real World. Part 6" Credit: T-Kiss [Day 2 of Thunderkiss’ tenure in Ken’s life comes to a start as soon as Ken awakens from his slumber. The weekend is almost over and that means tomorrow will be the start of another work week. Knowing that he cannot gamble on leaving Thunderkiss home alone, he is overcome by a sense of urgency. Somehow, someway he has to send the big man home, pronto. His recently purchased books gave him no ideas so its off to the computer room to brainstorm on the internet. As he plunks himself down on his chair, he notices something out of place; something that he didn’t sit there himself.] Ken: What’s this? [Ken examines the list. It holds the names of several ACW wrestlers and underneath each one can be found an address. Knowing the general location of each player on this list, Ken comes to a very frightening conclusion.] Ken: TK ... What have you done.... [His first and utmost priority now is to find Thunderkiss. He frantically makes his way to the living room in hopes of finding him but he does not. He checks the kitchen, bathroom, patio ... each location bears the same result.] Ken: Thunderkiss!!! [He tries screaming. No one answers. There is only one answer that can solve this mystery no matter how hard Ken wishes otherwise - Thunderkiss has “escaped.” Ken’s greatest fear since TK came into his own world has been realized and he knows he must do something about it. He runs to his living room’s end table to grab his car keys, but just like TK, they are missing.] Ken: Oh no ... HE STOLE MY CAR!!!! Meanwhile at that very moment ... Thunderkiss: OHHH YEAH! ITS THUNDERTIME BABY! [...are the words Thunderkiss shouts out as he strategically places a one dollar bill in the g-string of a stripper who dances before him. No longer desiring to be confined to Ken’s apartment, he has taken matters into his own hands and now is out among the rest of us.] Thunderkiss: Come here baby, give daddy some sugar...[Thunderkiss grabs the girl around the waist and places her on top of his lap. Though she doesn’t seem to mind, the club’s ownership does and they immediately call for security in the form of a rather large man dressed up in a jogging suit. He steps behind TK and places his hand on his shoulder... ] Bouncer: Sorry sir, you may not touch the girls. You have to go. Thunderkiss: Brother, I think you best get your hands off me.Bouncer: I think its best you don’t make this situation worse than what it has to be. [Thunderkiss reaches around and grabs the bouncer’s hand with his own and immediately begins to crush it. The pain gives way to a shriek of displeasure, one loud enough to make all heads in the club turn to its’ general direction.] Bouncer: Argh! Thunderkiss: I’m going to make it worse alright! Worse for you! [Thunderkiss releases the mans hand and immediately he clutches it with his other in an effort to comfort it. If he only knew his hand would be the least of his problems, he would probably turn tail and run. Thunderkiss grabs him by his jacket and heaves him through a nearby glass window, sending hundreds of piece of glass scattering onto the floor and into the man’s skin.] Thunderkiss: Now that’s what I call art! Hahahhaha!Club Owner: Call the police! [The bartender reaches for his phone and heeds the words of his boss. Knowing that the police are trouble in any “reality,” Thunderkiss dusts off his knuckles and makes a prompt motion to re-find the front door. As he does so, he suddenly comes to a stop and turns back around. Cowering in the corner is the stripper whom just moments ago was sitting on his lap. Pulling a wad of cash out of his back pocket, he tosses it at the young girl.] Thunderkiss: Keep the change, sweetheart. [20 miles away, Ken in his newly rented car make a frantic pace down the highway. While this perhaps is a very inefficient way to search for someone, he can’t think of any other and refuses to just sit idly by while something bad happens. The car radio is tuned into the local news station to ensure that if TK makes any “headlines,” he’ll be one of the first to know. Low and behold, he doesn’t have to wait long.] ... And in breaking news, a brutal assault has been reported at Cheerleaders ... Ken: Shit. SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETCH!! [Ken whips his car around in the middle of the highway, nearly avoiding several accidents in the process. He now zooms off in the opposite direction, towards the disturbance that has just been reported.] [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:12:33 GMT -5
Segment: The Once and Always King (Credit: Hunter/AK)
The desert is always an arid landscape to be in; it makes life difficult for all those unfortunate enough to have to endure it. And even though it’s a fabrication, the ruined landscape which surrounds Andrew Hunter at this point in time is doing an excellent job of replicating its real-life counterparts.
Just about everyone in the vast warehouse is getting frayed at the edges, and indeed hot under the collar. What should have been a reasonably leisurely shoot has in fact been bedeviled by niggling little faults; the experienced crew have learned to deal with these, but they can’t do much about the effects they have had on their titular head. Hunter’s perfectionist streak, which in some circumstances serves him very well, is now causing serious scheduling problems; and Dexter is the unfortunate soul who has to try and rein the director in. He is just in the process of plucking up the courage when Hunter calls him over with a sharp word.
Hunter: Dexter. Here. Now.
Dexter hurries across, clutching his clipboard tightly and inwardly fretting. Hunter points at the backdrop behind an impressive construction of old scrap cars and metal, which looks like a kind of cut-down version of an amphitheatre. Extras are clambering on to it with caution, unsure of its stability.
Hunter: What sort of color does that look like to you?
Dexter screws up his eyes.
Dexter: Uh, it looks sort of reddish-orange. It’s a sunset glow, like you asked for.
Hunter looks down the bridge of his nose at the assistant.
Hunter: That is clearly burnt umber intermingled with crimson. I distinctly ordered a scarlet tint. Change it, at once.
Dexter: But Mr. Hunter, it took three hours to rig the lighting, if we reset it we won’t get the rest of the scenes filmed today.
Hunter scowls.
Hunter: Why am I the only competent person around here? This shoot is costing a lot of money, and if it was actually my money, heads would be rolling. I guess it'll have to be edited in post-production. Now take yourself and the rest of these inadequetes out of the line of shot, we’re going to film the crowd scenes before they demand something ludicrous like...food.
He flicks Dexter away with his hand; Dexter scuttles away, mumbling to himself. Wiping his brow, Hunter stalks over to his director’s chair and looks for his glass; wine has by now given way to water due to the heat inside the warehouse from all the equipment. Unable to see it, he readies a foghorn blast for the craft services department, only to have a cool object placed into his hand. He turns his head, and is mildly surprised to see Alicia there.
Alicia: Are you ok? You look as if you’ve been working like a Trojan.
Hunter frowns a little, but he is thirsty, and the fresh glass of cold water hits the spot, which mellows his mood considerably. He turns around more fully to face Alicia, turning his back to the majority of the set.
Hunter: Great art demands great sacrifice. Got your speech together?
Alicia: Oh, yes. I’ve done a few test phrases and bits and bob to one of the stand-alone cameras, so I’m ready whenever you are.
Finishing the glass, Hunter puts it down; Alicia is quietly relieved to see that he’s now wearing a crumpled long leather coat to complement what little else there is of his costume. For his part, Hunter notices just then that Alicia has a sort of brown, full-length cloak on, which completely covers her body.
Hunter: What exactly have you got on under there?
Alicia raises an eyebrow.
Alicia: Don’t worry, I just made a couple of minor changes to my attire, you’ll see it soon enough. I’d be happy to discuss it further with you, or alternatively we could just get this done and get home this side of Christmas.
Hunter considers this for a moment; fatigue is making itself known, and he decides it’s a debate he can’t be bothered with.
Hunter (to the assembled crowd): All right, I want everyone to their marks in thirty seconds. If we only do one scene in a single take today, let’s make it this one, people.
The extras on the scrap-structure are by now in position, and the set is quickly readied for action. There’s no denying it’s an impressive sight, with brawler-types mixed in with the more rag-tag elements. Hunter ascends on to a sort of podium at the front made of old tyres, and the Effects crew light up some oil-barrel torches and trigger a gentle breeze from a wind machine, making the flames and people’s clothing dance in a melancholy fashion. Hunter takes a look around, and when satisfied with the ambience, turns to his cast.
Hunter: You should know how this is going to work. I will address you, and you will all hail me as a grateful throng should. Then we switch angles to the boom camera up there...
He points to a camera on a long arm, able to take sweeping wide shots.
Hunter: ...and that pans in as AK walks on, there will be a close-up camera following her, so make sure you look at her and not it. AK says whatever it is she’s prepared, and I will then respond with some awesomely powerful putdown and a killer last line, which will be something along the lines of “This will be our heaven, and your hell”. That’s when the pyros will go off for the big finish, and you all cheer like loons. Are we all clear on that?
The assembled crowd responds with a slightly weary chorus. Somewhere in the mass a voice grumbles “let’s just get on with it”; Hunter frowns, but has no inclination to disagree.
Hunter: Good. Clapper ready, please, on my mark...three...two...one...
In an instant, the lighting shifts, and the dystopian vista becomes eerily convincing. Crunching metal background music adds to the overall effect, played at reduced volume so that the spoken lines can be delivered at the correct time.
The camera angle swings up and around, to frame Hunter in the foreground with the crowd behind. With a suitably “aged” ACW World Title over his shoulder, Hunter holds his arms aloft to his followers, the belt glinting in the orange light below the cosmetic dirt.
Hunter: Let all those gathered here bear witness to this, my declaration...
He tilts his head backward, flexing his muscles, before facing the assembled crowd head on.
Hunter: We are the survivors of a broken and brutal world. We know little but suffering, we cling to life even as it tries to cast us down. And yet, we are still here.
Thunder rolls dramatically in the background.
Hunter: I am of you, and yet beyond you; long before this place crumbled to dust, I rose above petty struggles, and embraced greatness. I claimed what is rightfully mine, by my own hand...and now, when all is wreck and ruin...I am still here. This is now my kingdom, and this my deed of title!
Hunter thrusts his belt into the air, triggering the crowd’s fervor.
Crowd: HAIL! HAIL TO THE FABLED HUNTER, HAIL TO OUR WARRIOR KING!
Hunter: Yes, yes, adore me, pitiful remnants of the once proud human race, for I am your saviour, a pearl amongst swine, and I will prove it not purely by words, but by actions! My thirst for battle is still sharp, so let anyone who dares come forward and be recognized! Win, and all the glory of a lost age shall be yours...
Silence descends upon the scene; the camera crew get some excellent shots of the extras gazing covetously at the belt in Hunter’s hands. Getting ever more into his role, Hunter holds it out to them, before drawing it back, his voice mocking.
Hunter: Come, do you not wish to be princes, instead of worms? I see it in your hollow eyes, does it not call to you? Of course it does...but you will not rise to take it. You have the desire, but your feeble souls cannot offer up the stake it demands. And ever has it been so...
He turns away from them, and faces into the wind and the darkness; the “sunset” has been declining since the scene began, and is now almost gone. No question about it, the effect is superb.
Hunter: Once, we were many. Now, no other soul on this barren earth knows what it means to hold this, a relic of legends never to be surpassed, and mine the greatest of them all. I have upheld the vow I made, that I would never be dethroned from my rightful place, for I am the last of my kind...
??: Not quite the last, oh self-proclaimed Monarch...not yet.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:13:11 GMT -5
BKShe emerges from the shadows, shrouded and hidden from prying eyes. Only her own pupils can be seen at first, until she removes her hood and looks boldly upon those in front of her.
Alicia: Do you remember, Lord of the Fallen, how we used to test one another’s strength and skill? How the multitudes roared our names, so loud that we thought they would never cease to echo down the years?
Hunter stares down at her, maintaining an impassive expression; internally one suspects that he has a certain appreciation for her ability to turn a good phrase or two. He gives a regal nod.
Alicia: But time has silenced those earthly choirs, even if you claim to still hear them. You have grown complacent, and blind to the fact that your legacy is as rusted and decayed as this entire land. Whereas the intervening years, and the trials that have filled them, have only made me stronger…
She points at the title belt dramatically, a flash of white showing under her cloak.
Alicia: I will not allow the true meaning of that symbol to rot away with you in this wasteland. I challenge you, mighty Hunter… and when I reclaim what once was mine, only the desert wind will sing your lamentation…
Her arm lowers, and she takes a step back. Hunter pauses a second, half-expecting her to go on, but she’s evidently said her piece and kept it refreshingly short to boot. He draws himself up to a commanding height, and shrugs off his coat to show off his admittedly fine musculature. He takes a breath, and-
Alicia: No, actually, I’m not quite done. You’ve had the dramatic spiel you wanted, now let me say what I really think.
Hunter is momentarily silenced by all sorts of mental alarms going off inside his brain, and Alicia jumps on this one chance to stick her oar in.
Alicia: Take a real proper look around you, Hunter. Is it familiar? It should be, because it’s exactly this kind of thing our business has been falling back on since approximately the dawn of time. It’s expertly realized, I’ll grant you that – but you and I have both been down these well-trodden roads before. I thought you wanted to actually make this the best PPV ever, and not just some massive ego-boosting exercise, but it looks like I was wrong, and instead you’re prancing around like a semi-pornographic He-Man clone. Well, if you thought I was just going to toe the line like a good little challenger, you’ve obviously had your head up your arse for the last three years!
The extras on the set structure are by now all paying rapt attention; they can’t see Hunter’s face, but they suspect it’s doing a good impression of the sunset background right about now.
Alicia: Just for once, I would like to try and break the mould, and really challenge peoples’ expectations of what we do. Instead of constantly emulating the same tired old stuff, why can’t we do something with real credentials? Real class? In short… if we’re going to borrow from popular culture, why can’t we take a leaf out of a different caliber of “entertainment” altogether?
With a flourish, she whips away her cloak… and several jaws drop out of sheer surprise. Alicia is wearing what looks like a classic 18th century ballgown, gorgeously embroidered with a delicate flower trim. Hunter goes from pissed off to flabbergasted, and then to anger in the blink of an eye.
Hunter: WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY PROMO?!
Alicia: Now let’s be precise, Hunter dear… it’s “What are we doing to your promo?”. Gentlemen, and Ladies, if you please…
If Hunter thought this couldn’t get any more surreal, or worse, he’s instantly proved deeply wrong. From a variety of nooks and crannies rooted out by the ever-proficient Marlowe, approximately 50 people dressed in 19th century English period costume appear and form possibly the most aristocratic mob ever, a short distance behind Alicia. Good makeup and costume choice plus a smattering of acting ability makes up for the fact that most of them are beside themselves with excitement; they may not have a clue what on earth all this is about, but as far as they’re concerned, this is already the best PPV in history.
Alicia: Andrew Hunter, please pay due regard to the following recital… you are a cad, and a bounder!
Aristomob: A Bounder, sir!
Alicia: Your attitude since you acquired that belt has been nothing short of a scandal!
Aristomob: Scandalous, and quite improper!
Alicia: And I am duty bound by my honour as an Englishwoman to relieve you of it by way of a duel most physical, seven sunrises hence!
Aristomob:You shall be dishonorably discharged from the ranks! HUZZAH!
Hunter’s eye has developed a distinct twitch. He can’t physically take any more in silence…
Hunter: ...YOU...YOU EVIL WENCH!
Alicia shakes her head with a wry smile.
Alicia: You still haven’t learned, have you? That was the Middle Ages. We are the pioneers of the Middle Class… and it’s time we kicked some-
Random Aristo: AMPLE POSTERIOR!
Glancing behind her, Alicia smirks.
Alicia: Absolutely. And now, the really fun part – my lords, ladies and gentlemen, prepare your weapons… and CHARGE!
With a distinctly upper class bray, the hastily recruited ACW fans don’t need to be told twice, and Hunter is treated to a grandstand view of the cast of a Jane Austen novel thundering across a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Alicia leads from the front, and has cunningly left her trainers on underneath the rest of her costume, so that by hitching up her skirts she can run almost as fast as she would normally.
A wholly sane individual would probably panic. Hunter, on the other hand, has only one possible response to the situation…
Hunter: GET DOWN THERE AND GET THEM!! KITSUNE, YOU’RE MINE!
He leaps in one bound off of his raised position and hits the sand running. Alicia drops her shoulders, petticoats flying in the wind, and launches herself forward.
Alicia: Bring it, Tarzan Boy!
If in your absent-minded musings, you have ever wondered who would win in a fight between Miss Elizabeth Bennett and Mad Max, what happens next provides something of an insight. Hunter is far stronger than Alicia and halts her charge before trying to suplex her – but as he does so, her copious dress folds get caught over the top of his head, and they both hit the ground in a heap. Behind them, there is a crash as part of the welded-car set topples backward due to the extras leaping off of it in a jumble…
Alicia hops up and tries to kick Hunter, but the trailing fabric works against her and Hunter grabs it and pulls her back down into a headlock. Alicia writhes out of it rolls around behind Hunter and gives his thong elastic a good snap, with predictable results.
Hunter: AAAAAAUGHHH! You bitch, what part of HELL did you-
The rest of Hunter’s curse is obliterated by a massive explosion; he’s still wearing a concealed mic (yes, there) and the pyro technicians, sitting out in the ACW van and unaware of the total chaos inside, take this to be the cue they’ve been waiting for. Unfortunately for them, the collapse of part of the set has shifted the pryo from its intended position…
The first pyro goes off vertically as planned. The second, however, blows up next to a thin exterior wall, creating a large hole and scattering debris. As the most bizarre battle in history rages, with ladies in frocks beating back post-nuclear survivors with their paper fans, the scene would surely be the kind to make Mel Brooks proud…
Reality, sadly and inevitably, intrudes finally on to the punctured set in authoritative tone.
??: THIS IS THE POLICE! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!!
The sound stops some of the ruckus, but by no means all. At just the moment one of the tech guys is walking out of the ACW truck carrying a tape of the day’s footage and a spare detonator, a van full of armed officers screeches up…
Technician: Uh oh…
Armed response takes one look at the guy, dressed all in black, and draws the obvious conclusion.
Head officer: He’s got bomb-making equipment!
2nd Officer: Damn, those writers really have got a vicious streak…
The technician throws his detonator in the air in a panic, and dives through the hole in the wall. As the detonator hits the ground, it does what it is designed to do, and explodes, giving off a flash and a few sparks.
In response, the armed unit opens fire on the ACW truck at full blast, riddling it with bullets until someone gets lucky and hits the fuel tank. It goes up in a massive fireball thanks to all the electronic gubbins inside…
Officers stream into the building, and it’s at this point both Alicia and Hunter realize they may have let things go a tiny bit too far. Armed response continues to pour in, waving their weapons around in an alarming manner.
Hunter: …..Fuck. Alicia, if we’re still alive after the next 30 seconds, I’m going to kill you.
Alicia: Oh shit, it’s the Rozzers…. Well, you had the pride, mate, and now here comes the prejudice…
Hunter: ...oh come ON that sucked.
AK smiles.
Alicia: As long as we're going out, let's do it in style, eh?
Hunter looks down at his still scandalous outfit. AK notices his downward glances.
Alicia: ...or as much as we can manage, at least. Seriously, aren’t afraid of getting a chill down there?
That said...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:13:37 GMT -5
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Ginger: Oh okay, that's quite enough. I've probably gotten backed up in a week's worth of paper work because of that story. Now allow me to provide you with a few hard facts. Quite apart from the damage to the studio buildings, our VT truck is beyond repair. I had to pay punitive fines not only for the pair of you, but for half of your cast as well. And our lawyers have had to work overtime to stop the actors’ union for taking us to court over employing non-unionised staff… honestly, the amount of time I’ve lost dealing with this, let alone listening to the pair of you-
Hunter: Hey, well, you asked---
Ginger: I know, I know. But you're done, as far as I'm concerned. Now we all know I won't fire you. No one was gravely injured...
He looks at Hunter and briefly shudders.
Ginger: ...not physically, at least. But I'm docking you both a week's pay.
Hunter: Good.
Ginger: Two weeks.
Hunter: Bet---
Alicia: This isn't the Breakfast Club, Hunter, knock it off.
Hunter turns away and bites the inside of his cheek.
Ginger: But I swear, if either of you do something that destructive ever again, I'll...well...you'll be sorry.
Alicia: I'm certain.
Pause.
Hunter: You said that promo's still being shown?
Ginger: At the end of the show, yes.
Hunter: Well...as far as I'm concerned, it's now an Alan Smithee Vehicle, not an Andrew Hunter Joint.
Ginger: I don't care if it was crafted by Ed fucking Wood, Hunter, it's being shown!
Hunter shrugs.
Ginger: You know, if it weren’t for the fact that the buyrates for the PPV are already well ahead of last year’s benchmark, I’d be really peeved with the pair of you. But as it is… I will place just one requirement on you both for the forthcoming show. Go out there, and make damn sure that it lives up to its name. Got it?
Hunter looks at Alicia. They both smile, just a fraction.
Hunter/AK: Got it.
Ginger: Good. Now shoo, and try not to break anything else if you can help it…
Hunter finally takes his feet off the desk and gets to his feet, putting his title on his shoulder. Alicia is out of the room before Hunter even gets to the door, but he soon follows her out. The door slams behind him and Alicia stands before him, leaning against the wall.
Alicia: I never got a chance to thank you.
Cue the proper eyebrow raising.
Hunter: For what?
Alicia: You could've just taken Ginger's defense option, right? But you decided to put your title on the line against me, of all people. So thank you.
Hunter: Don't flatter yourself, it's not for your benefit.
Alicia chuckles slightly.
Alicia: I don't doubt it. But it's a nice gesture.
Hunter: I don't do nice.
Alicia: Oh come on, Hunter, you're like a teddy bear.
Hunter: No I'm not.
Alicia: Yes you are.
Hunter: Wrapped in barbed wire, maybe.
Alicia laughs. There is a slight pause between the two, and Hunter turns to go, but not before muttering one more thing.
Hunter: See you at the show.
Alicia smiles as Hunter turns the corner and disappears. It's never really as bad as you remember it when you finally do just that. She's got a hell of a challenge waiting for her in a week, but she's prepared to face it. After all, she knows what's on the line. But she's certain that Hunter does too. Either way, she knows it'll be good, whatever the result. And it'll all be worth it. Somehow.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:17:21 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs Thunderkiss (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. MAIN EVENT: THUNDERKISS VS. ZERO ..::WARFARE::..
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Children in Need! Tonight ACW pledges to donate 1 thousand dollars for every punch thrown in the main event ! – Let’s make this the biggest year for Pudsey yet! *-
Thunderkiss Age: 29 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: Los Angeles, CA
Zero Age: 22 Height: 5'10" Weight:195 Hometown: Portland, Maine 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.
The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway, Joytoy at his side. He stands atop of the rampway looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the rampway creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ringsteps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Thunderkiss and Zero meet chest to chest in the middle of the ring and Thunderkiss tries to get some more acusations in but Zero will have none of it! With a thunderous slap across the face of Thunderkiss, Zero sends a strong message that causes the crowd to let out a big collective “OH!” Thunderkiss responds by pushing Zero down to the mat with ease. Now its Zero’s turn to look none to please as he kips up and leaps at Thunderkiss for a whipkick! TK just swats him out of the air and then grabs his hair on the way down. He lifts him up onto his shoulder and tries to take off running with a shoulderbreaker, but Zero counters by pushing himself of TK’s shoulders and landing behind him! He pushes TK into the corner where he bounces off and then back into a big inverted DDT! Thunderkiss tires to crawl back onto his feet but as soon as he does, Zero is right there putting the boots to him. Maxwell McNally: One would think TK would be the aggressor here tonight but Zero is certainly dominating that role thus far. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I’m just shocked at the sight of these two going on it right now! Thunderkiss manages to pull himself up, ignoring the pain of Zero’s boots along the way. As soon as he is vertical, he grabs Zero around the neck and throws him into the corner and combos with a running clothesline! Zero stumbles out of the corner into a scoop slam and then an elbow drop! Thunderkiss is back in the drivers seat and he picks Zero up and tosses him over the top rope to the arena floor below! Thunderkiss then leaps out of the ring and picks Zero up by his trunks and whips him into the steel steps, causing a huge boom to echo throughout the arena! TK picks Zero up to his feet and goes to whip him into the timekeepers table, but Zero puts on the breaks and counters! TK goes flying down into the table and the bell along with everything else on the table goes flying to the floor! Zero then combos by leaping onto the apron, and coming down upon TK with a running body splash - right on top of the table! OHHHH! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Crash landing! Zero rolls off Thunderkiss and scoots back into the ring to break the 10 count! He then pirches himself up on top of the ringpost and waits for Thunderkiss to rise to his feet. As soon as he does, he leaps off with a flying hurricanerana, but Thunderkiss catches him midair and then powerbombs him to the floor! Fans leap out of their seat at the sight of this and TK decides he no longer wants this match on the outside as he picks up Zero and tosses him back into the ring. He joins him and begins to drop a series of elbows on his Entourage ally, followed shortly by a chinlock! Thunderkiss cinches it on tight and the ref checks Zero repeatedly for a tap out! Zero refuses to give in and struggles towards the ropes, a most futile attempt indeed! TK’s weight crunches him into the mat and Zero’s only hope is to try to break free using other means! Using his quickness, he flips his body back and up, knocking his head right into TK’s mouth! Instantly blood pours from TK’s mouth and Zero is free! Thunderkiss takes his hand and places it upon his mouth. He then looks at the blood he wipes away from his mouth and then up at Zero. Zero has a look of determination on his face and perhaps even a bit of enjoyment as well! Angered, Thunderkiss shoots a big right hand towards Z but greatly misses.... Maxwell McNally: That headbutt by Zero has opened Thunderkiss up! “Fast” Eddie Edison: There it is again Maxwell ... the whiff punch by Thunderkiss! You can tell this newfound vision is hampering him inside the ring!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:19:06 GMT -5
Zero takes advantage with THE HEAD BUTT! Thunderkiss stumbles back and Zero hits the ropes but gets tripped up by JOYTOY on the outside! He stumbles down onto his hands and knees and looks back at her with a look of complete contempt! From behind, he gets picked up and lifted onto TK’s shoulders for an APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION! The crowd oh’s and ah’s as they see Zero caught in TK’s submission move. Can he possibly escape! He struggles for dear life but Thunderkiss has it in deep - not a good sign for Zero fans! The ref asks Zero is he gives up, but before he can get an answer out of him, a HUGE commotion from the crowd drowns out his response! From underneath the ring comes ... EXEMPLAR! “Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s Exemplar! He’s here! He was underneath the ring the whole time! From the back comes Seymour McFadden, rubbing his hands together as if he was about ready to dine on a delicious feast. Meanwhile, Joytoy makes herself scarce as Exemplar latches onto the top rope and climbs into the ring, the sound of his feet landing catching TK’s attention. As soon as the Thunderman turns around and spots him, he instantly drops Zero out of sheer confusion. Step by step, Exemplar gets closer to both men and TK clutches his fist as he readies himself for round two! In an effort to do his job and restore order, the referee leaps in front of Exemplar and tries to stop him to no avail. Exemplar shoots his head down and cracks the ref right between the eyes and instantly KO’s him! Maxwell McNally: Exemplar has just knocked the referee into next week! WARFARE WINNER: NO CONTEST In the meantime, Zero struggles to pull himself up off the mat and manages to do so. He clutches his back in pain as he looks up at Exemplar and takes notice that he is in his direct path. From behind, the faint voice of Thunderkiss beckons to him in a perplexed tone. Thunderkiss: But? I thought you were? You aren’t?Jay Zero: You brought this upon yourself. [/color] Zero turns his back on TK and moves out of the way of Exemplar! He leaps over the top rope and heads to the back, his actions causing a huge uproar from the crowd and our announce team. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Jay Zero is abandoning Thunderkiss! Oh, can you believe THIS?! Thunderkiss looks completely befuddled, and perhaps a little sorry as he watches Zero walk away. His remorse is short lived however as the monster Exemplar attacks him with a wicked punch! Unlike last week, Thunderkiss is on his feet this time and is determined to produce a different result! He begins to trade blows with Exemplar and will not back down no matter what! A break finally comes in the middle of the melee as Exemplar misses with a right hand, leaving him wide open for a massive head butt by the Thunderman! Exemplar shows pain for the first time and TK hits ropes behind him and comes back strong with a clothesline! He knocks Exemplar off his feet, a result that doesn’t sit well with the red faced Seymour McFadden! Seymour McFadden: My angel of vengeance! What have you done! Damn you! Damn you to hell! Thunderkiss stands tall in the middle of the ring and waves Exemplar back in! The big man tries but Seymour holds him back as he wants his “angel of vengeance” at 100 percent for the upcoming PPV! Maxwell McNally: Well tonight TK has stumbled upon the fact that Zero is *NOT* Exemplar, and it may have cost him his friendship with him as a result. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well there is no doubt that the Entourage is having its fair share of problems at the moment, but if you are TK how on Earth can you worry about that when you have to deal with Exemplar as well? Maxwell McNally: His grand return has been anything but Edison. Add in his current in ring struggles, and Thunderkiss’ world is falling apart at the seams. As the show nears its end, Thunderkiss remains in the ring staring down a backtracking Exemplar, a true sign of things to come… Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:20:13 GMT -5
Segment: The REVEALING: Credit: the unknown one
MaxWell McNally: Here we go on with the ACW programming, isn't it great Eddie?
Eddie Edison: Yeah it is! It's just plain DANGEROUS!!
Maxwell McNally: Our Best Pay Per View Ever coming up promises to rule you all...what could this possibly be...no not him again!
Eddie Edsion: No! Not the Unknown One! He said he was going to do something to make us all know fear this week!
McNally: My goodness, know fear?
The unknown one walks down to the ring itself, and as he does so, the lights flicker, with a sense of dread surrounding the ring. The unknown one walks into the ring, with his dark hood covering his head. He grabs a microphone, and begins to speak, but his voice seems less garbled than it did on his videos.
the unknown one: It is time for you to know fear...the face of fear...
THE LIGHTS GO PITCH BLACK
the unknown one: when the lights return, you all will know fear, you all will know fear because...
The lights flash back on, and when they do, the hood is gone, revealing... . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:24:55 GMT -5
??: You've all been Biffed!
Yes, Biff Taylor is the Unknown one!
The better part of the crowd goes absolutly nuts as they see the former Fallout commissioner standing in the middle of the ring. Biff throws off the rest of the dark, rough robe that he was wearing, revealing his usual leather Harley jacket and matching biker pants. Biff scratches his short goatee for a moment, as a small group of fans start a "Fallout" chant, which dies down as he raises the microphone back up.
Biff Taylor: I'm back, bitches! And you all know what that means, don't you? Yeah, you never thought it'd happen, but guess what? Fallout's back too! We're revamped, and better than ever before, if that's even freakin' possible!
Maxwell McNally:(in a voice about three octaves too high) Fallout...the best show there ever was!
Biff: Ok, ok, Craig, you can stop the charades now! See, several months ago, I got my buddy, and business partner, Craig Lewis to apply for a job back in ACW. He got just what he wanted to begin with, the production booth. Now, I had him spend a ton of ACW money, and he bought this nifty voice editor deal, he can make it look like the announcers are saying things that they aren't, so that's why Maxwell, and Eddie here have sounded so strange whenever I appeared. At first, we could only do it with pre-taped segments, but we got slick later on, and I even got to come out here, yell an insult at Edison, and piledrived him! The tables blowing up, well, that's just a lil' pyro charge that Craig used. And that "glowing blood"...Reaper came in handy for that, you'll have to ask him just how the hell he pulled that off...
Soon, a mass of ACW security starts walking down to the ring, with Chairman Gingerdude at the top of the entrance ramp.
Ginger: Biff, I should have known all along that it was you...and I should have suspect Craig. In any case, you will not be able to hype your Fallout return any longer here, and I will be getting a new production chief.
Biff: Hey, before I get forcibly ejected yet again from the ACW Arena...stop that!
Biff Taylor shoves off a security guard, knocking him upside the head with the microphone, and faces the camera again as more guards start to walk to the ring.
Biff: I just wanna say one last thing, if we can't hype ourselves here, we'll do it on our own show, at the end of this month, it'll be like rebooting the system, but it'll really be placing a boot in its ass! be there...or be...
Biff turns around, promptly slugging the next guard who steps into the ring to apprehend him.
Biff: Or be square! Fallout reigns supreme! Hey, you fat piece of trash, get off me, I have a right to be here...
Biff's carried off by ACW security, as Gingerdude is seen at the top of the ramp, and while the chairman's demeanor might appear to be ice cold, Ginger's shaking hands and trembling jaw betray his true feelings on the intrusion. The world of wrestling has seen a seismic shift in its structure of tectonic plates, and a small volcano has just erupted in the ACW Arena, and the aftershocks will be felt for quite some time to come...aww, enough with these lame analogies, Fallout's back in business, and that's all that really needs be said...
Fade Out.
End of Show?
Not quite…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 19, 2007 17:26:40 GMT -5
Closing Segment: Best. Promo. Ever. (Credit: Hunter / AK)
The Alphatron goes slightly dark, and the fans look at it with a rather large amount of excitement. After all, this is the promo that was hyped up for them ever so well for the duration of the show. Will it live up to its own hype? The screen flickers slightly, and then an image bursts through, one of a barren, desert-like landscape. There is a red tint to the whole thing, and the only sound that rings through is the sound of various gusts of wind. Suddenly, a bare foot drops in front of the camera, and the camera pans up a fully naked leg, skips over a little bit of cloth, and continues up a naked torso to the head of one Andrew Hunter, resident ACW World Champion. He turns slowly to face the camera, his face rather stern, as a voice rings through the speakers.
Voice: ...One Man...
He turns away, and the camera zooms in on the landscape.
Voice: ...One Vision...
A rather awkwardly edited technological utopia appears over the landscape, and then disappears again as some guitar notes ring through the speakers. Those in attendance recognize it as, yes, Queen's "One Vision."
One Man, One Goal One Mission
Hunter stands in the middle of an empty field and raises his arms as the camera zooms out.
One Heart, One Soul, Just One Solution One Flash of Light (YEAH), One God, One Vision
The ACW World Championship belt some how materializes into his arms, and suddenly the entire landscape begins to shake and rumble.
One Flesh, One Bone One True Religion
Following this, an entire flock of people, all dressed in rags and all looking rather sheepish, begin to rush at Hunter, forming a circle around him.
One Voice, One Hope One Real Decision
WOWOWOWO Gimme One Vision!
The song slowly fades out and is replaced by an orchestral track as Hunter puts the World Title on his shoulder and steps forward. The people all fall to their knees and bow before him as he raises his chin proudly.
Hunter: My fellow man...for far too long have we been tormented by the demented beings known as the Untrue. But today we shall fight them. Today we shall destroy them. TODAY...WE...SHALL...BE...VICTORIOUS!
?: Not if I can help it!
Hunter and his flock of followers all look genuinely puzzled as a figure emerges from the crowd wearing a long cloak. It takes off the hood to reveal the face of Atomic Kitsune, wearing a bright smile.
Hunter: ...YOU...YOU EVIL WENCH!
AK: Call me whatever you wish, proclaimer of the false dawn… I shall bring all your failings to light, and reclaim your precious title!
Dramatic string and brass chords. The set backdrop wobbles just a little, a bit like those Spanish daytime dramas with no budget.
Hunter: You think those words will scare me? I am the Champion of the UNIVERSE---
AK: World.
Hunter: AND I WILL ALWAYS EMERGE VICTORIOUS AGAINST MY INFERIOR RIVALS! I WILL SURVIVE! AND YOU...WILL...DIE!!!
AK smirks.
AK: Bring it.
She throws off her cloak, and strikes a fighting pose – which, considering that she looks more ready to go dancing with Mr. Darcy, is simultaneously weird and fabulous.
The editing gets a bit choppy, but the effect is as spirited as it is ragged around the edges – instead of around a hundred people, the manipulated footage succeeds in looking more like thousands. One of the cameras also clearly managed to get some decent shots of AK and Hunter going at it, and they twist and strike in fine fashion as all around them their battle of ideology rages…
After about 45 seconds of alternate fast cuts and slow motion angles, Hunter grits his teeth and raises his World Title proudly atop his fallen allies, while AK looks on with a raised eyebrow.
Hunter: This isn't over, Kitsune! Not by a FUCKING long shot!
Obligatory explosions.
Hunter: Our war is not yet finished. Hell, it hasn't even started. You think this treachery will get to me? Think the fuck AGAIN! This will make me stronger. Awesomer. POWERFULER. And you will always be nothing!
He returns the belt to his shoulder.
Hunter: This Saturday, we shall meet again, and I WILL emerge victorious. It will be violent.
Fancy camera angle.
Hunter: It will be vicious.
Fancy camera angle.
Hunter: It will be horrific.
A final camera angle, but this one zooms out slowly to show Hunter standing atop a pile of his fallen allies, AK looking up at him with a mixture of skepticism and qualified respect.
Hunter: And it will be the...
BEST.
PPV.
EVER.
Fade to Black
End of Show.
Yes, really.
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Post by hunter on Nov 19, 2007 17:28:08 GMT -5
Epic. Muthafuckin' epic. Fallout returns, and AK and I write some of the craziest stuff ever. A job well done to all...
...but mostly to me and AK. <_<
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Post by unknown on Nov 19, 2007 17:30:35 GMT -5
FALLOUT RETURNS, everyone!!! (and you all know who I am, by now, if you read the show...)
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