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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:49:52 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 7th January 2008
“The FSX Show” (Like the Truman Show, only stranger)
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Obligatory OPENING INCREDIBLE PINFALL, SUBMISSION, COUNT OUT, DQ, OR REFEREE STOPPAGE MATCH!...(A.K.A Singles bout......A.K.A Best. Opener. Ever.)
Adrian Flamingo vs. Jon Taylor
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Japanese Sunflower W-A-R! Match:
Huntman vs. 'The Silent Assassin' Jin
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Popular Name BATTLE!
Andrew Starr vs. Jonny Hughes
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If "blank" and "blank" had a baby...:
Snakes + Noodles = Love Ramen vs. Political Kiss Party! (Thunderkiss and Senator)
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Hey, look! FSX RETURN:
Fallen Souls vs. Hunter
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:51:53 GMT -5
The year is young, yet the night feels old, ancient even, as we take out bi-weekly step sideways into the ACW universe. Tonight’s step is perhaps slightly more skewed than normal, given the architect behind the card to be presented for the fans’ entertainment. All that is in the future, though, for we arrive earlier than we are accustomed, to witness one particular journalist striking verbal gold…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:52:27 GMT -5
Segment: A rude interruption Credit: Jon Taylor
The setting is the ACW arena car park. It is about 2 hours before the show goes live on air, suddenly a car speeds into the car park entrance, and the break squeaks as the car turns into a space. The car looks to be an ordinary blue ford escort. The driver's side door opens, a man with a hooded top and tracking bottoms steps out of the car, he appears to be in hurry, probably late for something. He heads towards the boot of the car, taking down his hood to reveal his identity - it is ACW International Champion Jon Taylor. He opens the boot to lean in and grab his sports bag, which holds his wrestling attire. He slams the boot shut before locking his car. He heads off towards the pathway next to the car park entrance, he mutters to himself:
"Damn, roads - you'd think there was only one route in the whole town!"
Taylor arrivals at the pathway, it's poorly cemented and is uneven. Taylor makes his way towards to the arena; it is only a short walk from the car park. As he approaches the door Taylor notices something out of the corner of his eye, he turns around to see someone standing behind him. This person has a tape recorder in his hand and a notepad under his right arm. Taylor looks to be slightly startled, and looks at the person as if to say "what do you want?".
Dan Eggleton | Wrestling Columnist
Hello there sir, sorry for bothering at what must be a busy time for you, preparing for your match tonight and all. I was wandering whether you could spare me a short amount of your time in order to give a short informal interview for me. Let me introduce myself, my name is Dan Eggleton and I am a Wrestling Columnist for a website called wrestlingobserver.com-
Taylor appears to be annoyed at this interruption, especially after already being delayed in his journey to the arena. However, he remains calm and answers the Columnist.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
So basically, from what i'm guessing you want me to give my thoughts on my match tonight with Adrian Flamingo.
Taylor looks at Eggleton, expectantly.
Dan Eggleton | Wrestling Columnist
In short, yes.
Taylor sighs.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Fine.
Taylor takes the tape recorder out of Eggleton's hand, which surprises Eggleton and he flinches slightly.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well, where to start? Flamingo and I have crossed paths before, in a tag team match where unfortunately we were on the same team. Predictably it is Flamingo who cost us the match when he decided to assault our opponents with a weapon, which meant we lost by DQ. With those actions Flamingo showed that he was no better than the common street fighter in my eyes. Sure, you can fight someone with a weapon in your hands - but can you do the same thing with your own two fists? I have observed Flamingo's progress since then and I'll have to admit he has picked up some impressive wins - although the manner in which he wins is normally debatable.
Like any match, I will be approaching this match with as much preparation as possible. I know how Flamingo operates, and I will make sure to keep an eye out for any dirty tactics from him. I also know that under that cheating outer skin, there is actually a talent competitor underneath - and I will not be underestimating him - that's for sure. I believe this is an important match for me, after overcoming Rattlesnake last week in a very hard fought match, defeating Flamingo also will help to add to my credibility as a champion, as he is considered by many to be in the higher-tier of competitors and has previously fought for this very title.
I have no doubts that this match will be a tough one, but I believe I will be the one winning this match-up. After gaining a victory against another top competitor in Rattlesnake last week, it only added to my confidence and made me believe that I do have it in me to beat the best that ACW has to offer. My reign as a champion is still in its infancy, and I believe that I have all the tools I need to make it a successful one. I have the mental focus, physical abilities - and most importantly the fans on my side, all which I think are necessary for a champion to possess. In my short time in ACW I have not only defeated the longest reigning International Champion, but a variety of top level competition. I have worked all my life to make it this far, and as far as I am concerned my rise in this company is only going to keep rising. I have no fear, no insecurities and no distractions. You put an opponent in front of me and i'll face them. Whether they are a world champion or a rookie it's all the same to me. I came into this company to do one thing - become the greatest technical wrestler in ACW history - and I will not rest until that is fulfilled. And as an old saying goes "To be the best, you have to beat the best" - and by god, that is exactly what I intend on doing.
Taylor relaxes, the expression on his face shows that he means business. He stops the tape recorder and hands it back to Eggleton.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
That ok?
Eggleton appears to be ecstatic at managing to get this material on tape, he was only expecting a short 2 minute interview with the usual yes/no answers that you expect.
Dan Eggleton | Wrestling Columnist
That's fantastic! Thanks Jon!
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
No problem.
The two men part, Eggleton looks to return to whether he came from and Taylor enters the ACW Arena through the door.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:53:04 GMT -5
Feeling Ceremonious Alex Richmond As we return from the commercial break we are greeted by a very different look for the ACW Arena. The ring now has a red carpet covering the canvas, this carpet also sits on the entrance ramp, leading towards the ring. Perhaps most puzzling though is the fact a single table is set up in the centre of the ring.Maxwell McNally: Welcome back to Monday Night Warfare with Alpha Championship Wrestling. What a great show we’ve had so far and I’m certain there’s more to come as we wait to see if the returning FSX can defeat the reigning World Champion – Andrew Hunter.’Fast’ Eddie Edison: Always have faith in the X, Maxy, you can never lose the faith. Anyway, all that aside because the more urgent issue here is what the hell is going on with that red carpet?! Anyone would think a celebrity was coming to join us here in ACW.McNally: Well I’ve heard nothing about what is going on here tonight Edison, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.Edison: Or…we can speculate! Hmmm…lemme think, I’ve GOT IT! It can only be one thing! Keifer Sutherland is COMING TO ACW!McNally: You mean…that guy from 24?Edison: The very same Maxy! Something tells me that man is ACW’s next World Champion! He’s--Edison stops talking as the arena is plunged into darkness, the crowd begin murmuring amongst themselves, each with their own theory on what is going on. After a couple of seconds an image flickers onto the Alphatron screen.Edison: Well my guess is that it’s some kind of logo Maxy, but I can’t really think of many famous people with the initials ‘AR’. Maybe it’s Adam Rodriguez, that guy from CSI: Miami? Or possibly--Before Edison has a chance to speculate further the lights power back on, confetti falls from the ceiling and ‘Money Talks’ by AC/DC booms through the speakers.Edison: Oh my GOD Maxy!! That confetti it’s…it’s MONEY!!! This can only mean one thing…DONALD TRUMP is coming to ACW!!McNally: Yeah, sure. Let me guess, he’s going to get involved in a feud with Gingerdude and end up shaving Ginger’s head at Omega Effect as well, isn’t he? Think about it Edison – Trump’s initials aren’t ‘AR’ so that idea is out of the window.Edison: Oh…yeah, I guess you’re right. Who the hell could it be then?!As if to answer Edison’s question, two men emerge at the top of the entrance ramp. The first is tall and muscular; wearing what is obviously a finely tailored suit, coupled with an open collared shirt. A large smirk adorns his face and he holds his arms out and points his face towards the heavens, his hair resting limp on his shoulders. The fans start booing as they come to the realisation that the man stood before them is the very same one who interfered in last week’s Streetfight on behalf of Thunderkiss. The second man is much smaller and is sporting a much less impressive suit along with a severely thinning head of hair and a mousey demeanour; in his right hand he’s tightly clutching a plush leather briefcase.McNally: Well this is a huge letdown. It’s just that worthless rat who deprived us of a proper finish to last week’s brilliant Streetfight Match.Edison: How the hell is he worthy of the red carpet treatment?! What a farce.The man slowly makes his way to the ring, leisurely making his way up the steps before entering the ring between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and once more poses, arms held wide and face pointed towards the sky as money rains down upon him. He then walks over to the side of the ring nearest to the announce table and leans over the top rope, demanding that Philip hand over his microphone. Philip hands the mic over as the man hurls unheard abuse at him.“If you don’t know who I am you’ve been living under a fucking rock and you don’t even deserve to be sharing the same city as me, let alone the same arena! For those retards out there – my name is Alex Richmond, and last week I became the latest member of wrestling’s greatest stable – ENTOURAGE!! For those of you who clearly don’t recognise greatness when you see it – eyes to the screen.” We return back to the ACW Arena where Richmond is leaning casually against the ropes, a large smirk on his face. The audience erupt with boos, incensed once more by the unfairness of being deprived by a real ending to a fantastic match.Maxwell McNally: This is disgusting to witness, Freeman deserved to win that match and this Richmond character conned us out of a brilliant moment.Richmond: You damn sheep! Have some respect! Thunderkiss is a man of true honour and that was a hard fought and well deserved victory on his part. A round of applause please… There is a few of pockets of Thundermaniacs in the audience who stand to put their hands together, but the majority simply boo louder at Richmond, who seems less than impressed.Richmond: You idiots are clearly BLIND! You can’t recognise greatness, even when it’s thrust in your faces – you make me SICK! Before the crowd can totally drown him out with their displeasure, Richmond continues on his rant.Richmond: I’m not going to waste any more of my precious time interacting with people who are obviously morons – so onto the real reason I am here…to make ACW history!A few members of the crowd can be audibly shouting “What?” whilst others simply continue to boo, condemning Richmond’s obvious arrogance.Richmond: In this briefcase, held by my lawyer – Peter Resinowitz, lies a document of the kind of importance I’m sure none of you can even consider fathoming – my ACW contract! The moment I leave my mark on this contract the face of ACW will change for ever – get your cameras out, this isn’t a moment you’ll want to miss! Peter…hand me the briefcase. Alex Richmond places the briefcase on the table and takes out the contract, carefully placing it on the table before opening it to the appropriate page. He smirks as he reaches into his jacket pocket, retrieving a gold-plated fountain pen. He pauses for a second, looking around at the jeering fans, before painstakingly signing his signature on the bottom of the page. He then lifts the contract aloft and smiles to allow the fans to get their pictureMcNally: What a disgusting display of narcissism, it makes me sick to my stomach.Edison: I know, who the hell does this guy think he is?! This is ridiculous and a complete waste of time that could be spent on people we actually care about – like Rattlesnake and BK London.Richmond continues to soak up the ‘adoration’ of the crowd with his contract held aloft and a large smirk on his face. Peter Resinowitz looks quite uncomfortable and Richmond shoots him a filthy look as he hands him the contract back.Richmond: Remember this day as the day ACW changed forever! You, and everyone on the roster, will soon come to learn that Alex Richmond is on his way to the top of this company! They will learn, the hard way, that… MONEY TALKS! On that note ‘Money Talks’ by AC/DC hits the speakers and Alex Richmond exits the ring, followed closely by Peter Resinowitz. Richmond talks trash to the taunting fans at ringside as he makes his way up the ramp. As he reaches the top of the entrance ramp Richmond turns around, once more holding his arms out and facing the heavens as he soaks up the boos, the smirk on his face ever-growing.
Fade to Black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:56:14 GMT -5
Segment: A treasured letter #2 Credit: Jon Taylor
The show is just about to go live on air, meaning that it is not long until the first match. Jon Taylor can be seen in his locker room. He is in his wrestling attire; he is gently doing some stretching exercises to warm up. Across the room is a chair with his ACW International Championship lent over it, and his sports bag next to it on the floor. Taylor finishes his warm up exercises and goes over to the bag. He stops and pauses for a moment before unzipping the bag. He leans his arm into it and pulls out a folder, inside the folder he takes out an envelope. The envelope appears to be fairly old, if the colour is anything to judge by. Taylor places the folder back inside the bag before slowly removing his belt from the chair and sitting down. He slowly takes the contents of the letter out. Inside is a letter. Taylor slowly unfolds it, and slowly begins to read what they letter says.
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April 26th 1988
Dear Jon,
Sorry, for writing to you later than expected, this month has been very busy. I hope you are continuing to progress well at school. Your mother has told me you are remaining positive, and happy despite the situation - that is good to hear. I know it's hard with me not being able to be there for you, like I should be able to, but I hope that writing to you like this each week goes some way to comfort you.
Work wise, this has been a very good month. I have been able to work a large amount of shows, and seem to be gaining a fan base in the area. I have been receiving several calls from various promoters wanting me to wrestle for them, so the future looks bright in the work perspective. With my new found popularity with the fans I am being push up higher in the card, which is resulting in my pay rising. It looks like things may be improving after all. Although I have to work so far away from my family like this, I thank god that I am able to support my family, and offer you and your mother a comfortable and stable lifestyle which you so richly deserve. Son, you will learn in life that sacrifices have to be made, and they aren’t always easy to make.
Deciding to go away from you like this was a heartbreaking decision to make, and it took a long while to make. However, I just couldn't bear seeing you grow up in a bad neighbourhood and have the same bad influences that I had to put up with. I wish that I was able to support you and your mother with a normal job, however unfortunately that is not that case - for now. If the things stay like they are now - or improve - I may be able to return sooner than expected. If I continue to stay injury-free and manage to retain a steady flow of work I believe I may even be able to save up enough to return home by the end of summer. This is hard work, something I wish you will never have to be put through, but just to see you enjoy life makes it all worth it in a second. A friend of mind is going to try pulling some strings at his work and getting me an interview - if I do well he says they may take me on around September time. This would mean that I would be able to have a steady job to support my family - whilst actually being there for my family. The only two things I want in life.
Stay strong,
Dad.
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Taylor stays still like statue for a moment, he appears to be reflecting on the contents of the letter. He places the letter gentily back inside the envelope and takes out the folder from the bag to return the envelope back inside.
Fade. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:56:49 GMT -5
Segment: The Last of a Dying Breed (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo was the last of a dying breed in the world of wrestling. The Roddy Piper’s, the Bobby Heenan’s, the Kevin Sullivan’s… all were making their way out of the business to be replaced by the next generation of tactical assassins to make their way in. However, the gene pool had long dried up and instead, this “new breed” of wrestler emerged from the primordial soup. They were all about good looks, chizzled physiques, and competition. These were men and women that refused to do whatever it took to win the match but, instead, wished to have hard fought, competitive matches. Although they were physically strong and talented, they were mentally stunted and tactically challenged. These mean and women were not like Adrian Flamingo… these men and women were like Jon Taylor.
In a world of mixed martial arts and amateur wrestling, more and more of these self-appointed “real athletes” thought they had what it took to enter Adrian’s world. Of course, they were wrong. They didn’t travel the roads… they hadn’t flown the miles… hell, they didn’t work the shitty promotions that Adrian had and made barely enough money to cover the gas used to get there. “Mr. Wrestling” may be an excellent wrestler, but he sure as hell couldn’t strategize. Jon Taylor was a mistake… a fluke… the unexpected monkey wrench that foiled Adrian’s first title reign in ACW. A mistake that Adrian didn’t feel was worth rectifying. After all, say this kid tries to slam him down on the mat and dislocates one of Adrian’s shoulders? Boom! There goes months of strategizing and planning. Jon Taylor wasn’t worth the potential consequences.
As fate would have it, however, Adrian Flamingo was getting his chance to face the youngster… much to his chagrin, naturally. He was busy, too pre-occupied with BK London to worry about these meaningless matches against the up and coming golden boys and girls. He got the first blow on BK, and if he was mad before, he was livid now and would likely tear apart the arena to find him. Obviously outside in front of an arena of cheering wrestling fans was not the ideal place to be and left him too vulnerable to attacks. Mickey wasn’t much help out in front of crowds and he would bound to be occupied by Jon Taylor. He had no choice though, Gingerdude and BK London had him where they wanted him.
Adrian sat alone in the dark and flipped on the video camera and light he had sitting in his lap. His location was a secret, even to Mickey. Once he finished, he’d send the tape off to the production guys in the truck and it’d air early enough to be seen by those who need to see it. Adrian stared down at the camera lens and offered up a grin.
Adrian Flamingo: The more things change, the more they stay the same right? BK London comes back and automatically has the main event match with Jake Cheng… and I’m opening the show against a kid. Jon Taylor, I’m not going to lie, my mind isn’t on you at all in this match. Sure, that may be my downfall and sure, I may seem like a pompous prick for overlooking you, but I’ve never claimed to be a nice person. Since I’m on the subject of you, Jon Taylor, I’ll offer up some of my own thoughts about you since you’ve gone out of your way to say my name in your interviews in the past. You see, Jon, you’re the proof that everything I’ve EVER said about ACW is true. I’ve been in ACW for well over a year, Jon Taylor, and you want to know what I have to show for it? Nothing. Not a title win, a tournament win, a five-star match, nothing! I’ve got nothing! You, though? You won the International Championship days before my scheduled title match. Gingerdude KNEW I had Senator where I wanted him! He knew that it was finally going to be my time at the top, that I‘d finally get that all-too elusive title win, so he sends in his latest flash in the pan, rookie sensation to rob me of my spotlight. I don’t care how many times you look in the mirror everyday and tell yourself that you deserve that title, because you don’t! You didn’t do a damn thing to deserve skipping me in line, hell, you didn’t even deserve the honor of simply being in the line with me. No, you didn’t deserve this, I DID! That was MY moment, MY opportunity, and ACW management stole it from me!
Adrian took a second to take a breath of air to calm himself down. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t get worked up over this little boy and he wasn’t going to give that miscreant the pleasure of pissing him off. Besides, him ranting and raving would certainly blow his cover.
Adrian Flamingo: You have no idea though, do you? No, in your world of hammerlocks and takedowns you’re oblivious to the fact that I’ve been in dog collar matches and ice coffin matches. I’ve lost family members and best friends because of this job. I’ve forfeited my self-esteem and dignity countless times and it makes me sick to know that I’ve bled for a promotion that doesn’t give a shit about me. Like I said, Taylor, you haven‘t done a single thing to deserve the position you‘re at right now. You haven’t paid your dues yet, you haven’t sacrificed your body and your career yet. Yeah, I take shortcuts and I bend the rules a little, but it’s just as effective as wrestling at 110%. That’s the big thing that separates me and you though, at the end of the day, you’ll fight hard but I’ll do whatever it takes to get the job done. You know what, keep your title belt, “Mr. Wrestling”, it’s no good to me now anyway. Defeating the Senator had credibility, but beating some kid named Jon Taylor means nothing. I don’t need the International title anymore, I’ve got BK London’s credibility to take and that has much more prestige than a strap of leather with some tin. Heh, and BK London, you’re another story for another time, but I’m not afraid of you. The walls have ears, pal, and I hear all of your threats, all of your promises, and they mean nothing to me. You’re old news, pal, and your existence in ACW is on borrowed time as it is. Tomorrow belongs to me, pal. So enjoy yourself today, BK. Get better acquainted with old friends and enemies, take some time to listen to the crowd and show your appreciation for their elitist opinion… because when your time is up, it’s up for good.
The camera is suddenly filled with a blindly light and a rumble of things hitting the floor. There’s a brief silence as the camera focuses back in on a squinting Adrian who is staring at the door in anger.
Mickey Flamingo: Addie, what the hell are yew doin’ in a broom closet?
Adrian Flamingo: Dammit, Mickey! You blew my location!
Mickey Flamingo: Well how the hell was I supposed to know yew’d be hidin’ in a broom closet?!
Adrian Flamingo: Shut up, Mickey.
The scene cuts to static and then to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:57:43 GMT -5
Segment: “IM IN UR LOCKER, GOING THRU UR STUFF! ” Credit: Jake/T-Kiss [“Back in business.” That’s the best way to sum up Jake Cheng’s life at the moment as he has finally made his grand return to Alpha Championship Wrestling. Though he’s certainly been here already since coming back, to Jake there is still nothing sweeter than returning to your locker room after being away for so, so long. He opens the door and turns the light on, placing his bag in the corner and rips off his fake neck brace and puts that on the poker table. Just waiting to take in that “locker room” smell he missed so much while he was gone, he is quite surprised as he instead smells a crap load of axe body spray and cheap whiskey...] Thunderkiss: Well hello there ... buddy. You’re out of stuff to drink in your fridge so I brought you a case of Thundergy! Consider it a “welcome back” gift.[Jake reels backs and Thunderkiss has a hearty laugh.] Jake Cheng: How they hell did you get in here? [Deciding not to go into the specifics of his master key or how he obtained such an item, Thunderkiss instead rises and approaches Cheng, placing his hand on his shoulder as soon as he is in reach.] Thunderkiss: Now Cheng, that’s really not important in the grand scheme of things, is it? [Cheng doesn’t answer and instead yanks his body away from TK’s hand. Angered by the intrusion, Jake is prepared to send TK packing one way or another. However, before he can, Thunderkiss grabs hold of his attention with some carefully (or perhaps skillfully) crafted sentences.] Thunderkiss: However what I have to say next most certainly is. Now Tiny Jack, lets take a moment an examine our alliances, shall we? For quite sometime now you’ve had a problem with BK London. Well guess what? So have I! I can’t stand to even look at the man! Who would have ever guessed you and I would share such a dislike for *ONE* Person? But wait, it gets better. I’ve also noticed that you have some issues with our current champion, uhhhh, ... what’s his name again?Jake Cheng: Hunter. Thunderkiss: Oh yes Hunter! You’ll have to forgive me little guy, I always forget the names of cowards and insignificants. So yes, Hunter. Part of the Sena-BORE-rial Stable, the biggest bunch of losers ever assembled until this years Miami Dolphins. Their time has long past and someone needs to desperately clue them into this fact - that’s were we, the Entourage come in. Jake Cheng: Hold up. We? Thunderkiss: Well, you know - Zero, Starr and Alex Richmond. We throw a hell of a party and consider this your invitation. As you can see Jake, you and I are not that much different from one another. In case you didn’t notice, it’s a G’Damned warzone out there Tiny. The more people to watch your front, sides and back - the better.[Cheng just raises an eyebrow at TK’s offer while the gears in his mind begin to turn. How much of a benefit can he obtain from this in comparison to the negatives? Before he can come up with a satisfactory answer, TK cuts the silence with another one of his “slick” moves.] Thunderkiss: Need a while to mull it over? While I am insulted by your hesitation, I will allow you the necessary time to think about it Tiny Jack. Do know I am making such a concession just for you. In the meantime to help you better understand some of the benefits we offer, I shall leave you with a parting gift.*WHISTLE* [/CENTER] Thunderkiss: Come on, girls![Out from Cheng’s bathroom steps three “professional” escorts. Dressed in only the finest and looking far above your usual street corner trash, one can obviously see TK has spent only the finest for this endeavor. The girls all surround Cheng where they begin to heavily flirt with the Asian Extraordinaire.”] Thunderkiss: They were to be your introductory gifts, but I’d just hate for them to go to waste.[TK’s laughter ushers in his departure. As he steps through the door’s threshold, he suddenly comes to a stop. Turning back around, he gives Cheng a finger point and a smile while providing him with his farewell statement.] Thunderkiss: Oh and no need to find me with your answer, I’ll find you! Have fun tiny man! [Thunderkiss leaves the room as Wing Yin and Lee Yang enter the room. They look horribly confused as Thuunderkiss smirks and walks between them. Both men look at their employer, whose mouth is touching the floor as the three beautiful girls rub up against him.] Jake:...RIP THAT DOOR DOWN! Hire a locksmith and get me a new door. I'll be in the other room. Umm...could you two ladies please keep my friends company? Thanks. [Jake and one of the girls go into a back room while Wing and Lee look around for a screwdriver and the girls sit down in a couple of chairs and giggle sexually. The men find a screwdriver, but it all stops mattering as they move toward the ladies, thankful for Thunderkiss's great gift.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 16:59:18 GMT -5
Segment: Sink, Brooklyn, Sink (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo: Remind me, Mickey, why are we doing this again?
Adrian Flamingo screeched to a halt, causing his uncle Mickey to bump back first into him. Both Mickey and Adrian were backstage in their ring gear walking very closely together. Mickey would take moments to peer at his surroundings like a hawk and Adrian would roll his eyes.
Mickey Flamingo: I already told yew, it’s tha buddy-sistim. Listen, it’s simple, if you walk forward and I walk backwards with our backs touching then thair ain’t no way that BK can get us! It’s a flawless plan, Addie, it can’t fail!
Adrian Flamingo: Alright, I understand THAT part of the buddy system, but what I’m unclear on is the part where we’re tied to each other by the waist.
Adrian pointed to the 5 bungee cords that attached him to his uncle (two around Adrian’s waist, two around Mickey’s, and one that connected them.) All, of course in various colors and two of them had what appeared to be black grease on them. Such a revelation wouldn’t be a big deal despite the fact that Adrian WAS in his ring gear and custom tights ARE pretty expensive. Figures cheap Uncle Mickey wouldn’t be wrapped in the two greasy cords while wearing that over-glorified sequined bathrobe.
Mickey Flamingo: Oh… well that’s so that… BK couldn’t separate us! Yeah, that’s it, BK London will have to fight both of the Fabulous Flamingos if he wants a piece of ya!
Adrian stared at Mickey in disbelief. Adrian unhooked one of his bungee cords that caused them to snap back and hit Mickey’s backside. As Mickey yelped and reached for his posterior, Adrian crossed his arms.
Adrian Flamingo: You son of a bitch, you think that I’m going to ditch you if he comes after me!
Mickey Flamingo: Well, hell - can’t ya blame me? Us Flamingos have always been out for our own needs, that’s why yer daddy is such a great bizness man.
Adrian wrapped an arm around his uncle and pulled him in close. Mickey kept a skeptical look on his face and a hand on his now sore rump.
Adrian Flamingo: Now, Mickey, you know that I want to put BK out of ACW and wrestling more than anyone. There is absolutely no way in hell I would let him come after you again. Gosh, Mickey, you’re family and us Flamingos have to stick together, right?
Mickey raised a questioning eyebrow at Adrian’s toothy grin. Slowly but surely, Mickey’s face melted from skepticism to ecstatic. Mickey wrapped a big arm around Adrian and smiled.
Mickey Flamingo: Oh, Addie, it warms my heart to hear that! Lookin’ out for yer dear ol’ uncle, yer momma would be so proud of yew! I tell ya, that BK Lundon won’t know what hit him when he messes with us! He had a taste of the 1977 Flamingo Special last week and, by god, if he even dares to lay a finger on me again, he’ll have secunds! I can’t stand for dem types of peeple to touch me.
Adrian Flamingo: Good to hear it… wait… Mickey… are you, uh, racist? I mean, I know you’re from West Virginia and all, and if you are, then good for you. I don’t know if I can have a member of the Klan hanging out at my house, though. It’s not good business, you know?
Mickey’s face warped back into confusion.
Mickey Flamingo: What? Ohh… no, not at all. I just hate New Yorkers.
Adrian giggled and sighed in relief.
Adrian Flamingo: Oh thank God. I was about to remind you of that black chick you showed up with at the family reunion three years ago.
Mickey Flamingo: Oh Bianca. I paid her bills and she gave me hea… lovin’. Boy, that’s the perfect relatunship if I do say so myself. No commitment, no fighting, just a monthly bank withdrawal and weekly se… lovin’. Yew know, Addie, that reminds me, we need to find yew a womern.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, I’m sure that won’t be so hard with the Miraculous One’s help, eh? Let’s go, Mickey, we got some business to take care of. Remember, first sign of trouble, you get in there and stop it. We can’t have “Mr. Wrestling” break one of my bones and ruin our plans, now can’t we?
Mickey Flamingo: It won’t be a problem, Addie, thair ain’t no way I’d let that little boy ruin anything. Whut was that thing yew used to say? Who ya gunna call, baby? The Fabulous Flamingos, that’s who yew’re gunna call! Woo!
Mickey walked down the hallway and off camera. Adrian stared in disbelief as his uncle strutted away. How the hell was he related to that man? Mickey had his purpose, though, and he was still very useful.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:07:57 GMT -5
Segment: New Year Rededication (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As the show returns from the break, the entire Senatorial Stable, Phillips, Hunter, Hughes, Falcon, and even the Capitalists are in the locker room. Of course, the most striking feature of the room would be none other than the returning Fallen Souls.
FSX: Hmm, well...looks like nothing has changed. At all. Boring.
Falcon: Well, you were really only gone for two months...
FSX: Quiet you! Anyway...did..we get a new Kalb? This one seems shorter.
Anthony Kalb: Uh, you're standing on the bench.
FSX: I am not!
Kalb: Yeah you are...
Fallen seems to glare at Kalb for a moment, before leaping off the bench dramatically...in..you know..a stepping fashion.
FSX: Well MAYBE I wanted to feel high and mighty! Ever think of that? Well?!
Kalb: Yes. But it was still a bench.
FSX: ....Anyway, how has everyone ELSE been doing?
Kalb: What? I matter to!
FSX: Then why is Fitsy the cool Capitalist?
Kalb: What?! Ridiculou--
The Senator: Ahem...I believe it is well time we get things started here. I apologise that we did not have this meeting last week, but politics called, and I got caught up in paperwork.
Falcon: That had to suck.
Senator: Indeed it did, but that comes with the territory. Anyway, to get down to buisness, with the new year, we have new challenges, and I have a specific goal that I want us as a group to pursue. Myself, I have accomplished nearly everything that a man can do in this industry. We own the top gold. We are the most respected unit in professional wrestling. Now, what could we possibly accomplish from this point? The Stable can not rest on these laurels, so in turn, I ask each of you, how might you wish to improve yourselves?
Hunter: There is no conceivable way I can improve myself, Sennie Boy. I am the World Champion for a reason, after all.
FSX: You are? Oh..right..you lost it.
Hunter glares at FSX.
Hunter: I TOLD YOU, IT WAS STOLEN!
FSX: Sure it was. A GOOD champion wouldn't of lost it in the first place, though..must less let someone steal it.
Hunter: You wouldn't know, would you?
FSX seems to glare for a moment, before moping a bit as the rest of the Senatorialites chuckle, but their leader rolls his eyes.
Senator: Could we attempt to be serious, gentlemen?
Hunter: Right, yeah, sorry...all I know is that my immediate plan is to find my title. And when I get it from Jake Cheng's miserable little fingers, I plan on destroying him with it. Violently. One way or another. I haven't really thought ahead in any other way.
Hughes: I want to get rid of that has been Andrew Starr. I think that if I beat him convincingly enough tonight he might notice the gulf in ability between us. Secondly I want to help make The Senatorial Stable even better in the coming twelve months, after the injustice at the end of year awards. And of course there is the JHWA.
Falcon: JHWA? What the hell are you talking about?
Hughes: All will be revealed in due course Ricky. When the time is right everyone will know about the JHWA.
Falcon: Oh, alright then. I guess I can wait...
There's a moment of silence, as everyone slowly seems to turn their attention to Fallen, who seemingly hasn't been paying attention.
Hunter: Well? Got anything?
FSX: Anything? For what?
Falcon: Yearly goals.
FSX: Ohh...hmn..well..give me a second. Yeah, alright, I got it. I'm going to keep up with the same goals I always have.
Senator: ...Such as?
FSX: Well, considering how things have gone in the past and how each and everyone of you has achieved all-star status for one period of time or another, I figured I'd take a go at that. You know, my whole turn at leading the stable and having the World Title. Hm...so I guess my goals are to find Jake before Hunter does.
Hunter glares at FSX for a moment, but only gets a shrug in response as Senator takes LEAD of the conversation.
Senator: All fine goals to reach for, and I will now add mine. In the year of the Lord---
Hunter: YOUR Lord.
Senator: ...2008, I want nothing more in ACW than to quell the main upcoming threat to our existance in ACW. I wish for us to eliminate the Entourage.
Fitsharris: Haven't you tried that already?
Senator: Yes, but it was never the primary goal. I no longer will keep up with quite as grueling as a schedule as I was forced to follow in the last year, but now, I have time here to pursue this end. The Entourage is not healthy for us, for ACW, or wrestling as a whole, and it is high time we confronted them head to head...and that, my friends, and associates, is nothing...but the truth!
FSX: How about a new catchphrase for the new year?
Senator: ...No.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:10:21 GMT -5
Match 1: Adrian Flamingo vs. Jon Taylor (Credit: Jin/AK)
“Hello” by Rollins Band hits as Adrian makes his way out, uncle Mickey by his side. As the drum portion kicks into the song, the titron flashes to highlight clips of Adrian who stomps his way down stage and holds his arms out to welcome the boos he receives. After inhaling either his 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 time for his opponent to make their way out.
“Numb” by Linkin Park hits and Jon Taylor makes his way out, international title in hand. The fans lean over to touch the belt, which Taylor raises up proudly for all to see. Taylor smiles and soaks in the cheers before rolling in the ring and posing on the second rope. Taylor climbs the opposite corner post and poses again, prompting even more cheers! Finally Adrian has had enough, pulling Jon down and hitting him with a big knee.
The match starts with Adrian laying knees to Jon before moving him to the middle of the ring and planting him with a standing dropkick. Adrian taunts the fallen Taylor as he gets up before slapping the back of his head and whipping him to the ropes. On the rebound Jon ducks behind Adrian and puts his hands round his waist for a German suplex, ready to take Flamingo down. Adrian elbows Jon in the face and gets behind him for a German suplex of his own and hits it straight down to the mat!
Adrian keeps the bridge, 1...2...KICKOUT! Jon slowly gets up and Flamingo hits him with some chops and then an eye poke! Jon recoils back to the corner but ducks Flamingo’s chop attempt and plants him with a big neck breaker! Flamingo rolls around holding his head and Jon takes advantage by locking in a body scissors on the grounded Adrian, choking him out! Adrian pulls his legs up and pries Jon’s legs away then headbutts him away.
The crowd boos the viciousness of Flamingo whilst simultaneously wanting to see more, a contradiction which makes Flamingo smirk. Jon, however, is not about to put up with this, and uses a simple drop toe hold / headlock combo to bring his opponent to the mat. Being highly skilled in holds, Jon is able to keep this in place for quite a duration before Flamingo gets free, and when he does, Jon comes in with a swinging neckbreaker to set up a fresh pin. It gets just past the 2 count, and Flamingo kicks, raking Jon across the eyes to more boos. Someone yells, “LOOK!”, which momentarily puts Flamingo off his game, and Jon gets a chance to regain his feet - he attacks with fierce forearm blows, but Flamingo is pissed at the ribbing from the crowd and takes it out on the international champion, belting him with a succession of brawling blows that the referee almost has to break up.
This dynamic continues for another two or three minutes; Jon perseveres, trying to force Flamingo to engage in a technical contest, but Flamingo can see that he can put Jon’s back up by being evasive and difficult, and in his passion Jon makes a critical mistake. He gets in close, too close, battering at his foe and attempting close Flamingo down into the corner to trap him – and that’s when Flamingo pulls off the 1979 Flamingo special, flipping the pair of them and slamming Jon down ferociously directly into the pin. He holds it, and Jon can’t struggle free in time to beat the 3 count.
The crowd boos, and some more yelling suddenly starts up from one side which Flamingo ignores. He’s had enough of the crowd trying to ruin his day…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:12:19 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: Wait just a minute! Here comes BK London!
With speed that would make the Flash’s head spin, BK London rushed to the ring just as Flamingo’s music hit the PA and slid into the ring like a man on a mission. Just as Adrian had shaken the cobwebs from the match, he turned to see BK London leaping into the air and press down on him with a Lou Thez press that shook the ring ropes. The crowd was up on their feet and alive for the beat down they’d waited months for!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: BK London is FINALLY exacting some measure of revenge on Adrian Flamingo after months of being on the shelf and the fans in attendance are loving it!
As soon as BK London landed he wasted no time in following up with right hand fists to the side of Adrian’s head while holding him by his curly blonde hair with his left hand. Adrian’s legs and arms flailed wildly to no avail - BK wasn’t going to let him up until BK said so. However, Mickey Flamingo didn’t give a damn what BK wanted and slid into the ring and knocked BK off of Adrian with a running kick. BK clutched his back and stood up off of the ground while Mickey followed up with some big clubbing blows to BK’s upper back. In the meantime, Adrian rolled out of the ring and stumbled his way up the ramp. Just as he turned to the ring to see how his uncle was doing, Mickey came down with another hard club to BK’s back and celebrated to the crowd with a laugh and a smile. Just as Mickey turned to strike the doubled over BK London again, however, BK straightened his back and glared at Mickey Flamingo with a look that would make the ink run out of a Vincent Van Gogh painting. Mickey’s eyes widened as BK unloaded a Shades of Micheals out of nowhere that almost took off the Miraculous One’s head! BK looked down at Mickey’s twitching body in disgust, but immediately turned his glare to Adrian Flamingo who stood at the top of the entrance ramp and looked as if he had just witnessed a car accident. “Hello Brooklyn” by Jay-Z blasted in the arena as BK hopped out of the ring and ran up the entrance ramp after Adrian Flamingo who fled as if his tights were on fire.
OOC: Credit to Flamingo for post match events.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:13:08 GMT -5
Segment: “Help Wanted” Credit: Jin/T-Kiss
[Its almost showtime for the Silent Assassin. Making his way toward the entranceway, Jin is suddenly drawn off track as a grade A specimen of the opposite sex blocks his path.]
Jin: What do you want?
JOYTOY: Somebody wants to talk to you. Somebody important. I wouldn’t refuse if I were you.
Jin: Fine, but I have a match coming up, this better not be a waste of my time.
JOYTOY: Oh it won’t.
[Joytoy leads Jin away from any prying eyes down some adjacent corridors. Coming to a stop just outside a locker room in “no man’s land,” Joytoy pops open the room’s door and motions for Jin to step inside with a wave of her hand. Hesitant, doesn’t walk into the room foolishly and prepares himself for any ill will that may come his way. Thankfully for all involved, he finds none of that as he enters the room. Instead he finds a most welcoming nature by someone most unexpected standing in front of him - Thunderkiss.]
Thunderkiss: So, you are the one they call Jin, eh? I figured you’d be a little taller but that’s neither here nor there friend.
[Jin remains silent at TK’s insult thought it takes every bit of restraint that his body has to successfully do so.]
Thunderkiss: I hear you call yourself the “Silent Assassin.” Well Silent Assassin, its time to put your skills to the test. Recently ACW has gotten a whole new generation of talent, talent that I would rather not have to deal with down the road, if you catch my drift. What I want you to do is by my eyes and ears for me and eliminate any of these individuals who may interfere with my plans or pose a problem down the road.
[Thunderkiss snaps his fingers and Joytoy steps forward. She steps up to Jin and begins to rub his face with her hand, while her other reaches in between her breasts and pulls out a check. She places it in Jin’s hand, kisses him on the cheek and steps away.]
Thunderkiss: Of course you will be reimbursed for your services. And plus, you never know. You impress me enough Jin, and you might find yourself with a higher rank down the road.
[Thunderkiss takes his index finger and underlines the word “Entourage” that resides on his T-Shirt. Looking up at Jin with a smile on his face, Thunderkiss asks a simple question.]
Thunderkiss: Do we understand one another?
Jin *grinning*: Yes.
Thunderkiss *smiling*: Most excellent! Now go out there and show me how it’s done!
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:15:39 GMT -5
Segment: John Cena ain't the only bad bad man (Credit: BK)
As we return from commercial break, BK London is making his way back from the ring area rather quickly and withing seconds he bumps into one of the last people he wants to see tonight. Chairman Gingerdude gets right in the face of BK London, something he has done on very few occassions and the altercation initiates.
Ginger: WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT OUT THERE?!
BK: What the hell was what exactly? And take yourself and that tone two steps back..
Ginger: Listen BK...
He can barely contain himself, he wants to scream right in the face of the ever defiant BK London, but he knows he must contain himself. Being a Chairman he must always be cool, calm, and collected when addressing an employee.
Ginger: ...you CANNOT just go around attacking people from behind - busting through doors. I won't have it.
BK: When you've been through what I've been through, then you can give me constructive criticism on what I should and should not do..but until then, I'm going to continue to make Flamingo pay for what he did.
BK blows past Gingerdude, nearly knocking him down with his shoulder and that infuriates the Chairman a bit more. Gingerdude rips off his blazer and throws it to the ground before storming over to the former ACW Champion.
Ginger: THAT'S IT BK! You're out of here!
BK ...excuse me?
Ginger: I'm giving you the night o - you know what? I'm suspending you from the building until Thursday Night Meltdown and if you step FOOT in this building tonight or any other night before Thursday, I'm going to cut your triumphant return short. Got it?!
BK steps in the face of Gingerdude, Gingerdude doesn't back down.
BK: ...you're the boss.
Ginger: Don't worry about you're stuff, I'll have them sent to you. Now get out of my building.
Massive boos from the crowd after this confrontation between BK London and Gingerdude. No one wants to see BK London leave the building, but with his conduct recently it may be for his own and the fed's own good.
BK London makes his way down the corridor and steps through the double doors leading to outside, without looking back once.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:15:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Plan (Credit: Jake Cheng)
As Jake looks in the mirror, he isn’t impressed with what he sees. The black trench coat doesn’t really suit him; he is far too short to pull it off. But what bothers him more is the neck brace that is restricting his perfectly find motion.
Jake: Is all this necessary guys?
The grinning Wing Yin and Lee Yang are impressed with themselves. This was their chance to make the plan and they believe they did a damn good job. They now just need their boss to believe in their plan.
Wing: Yes. It is perfect. You see, the goar is to mess with Hunter’s head.
Jake: So...I wear clothes that don’t suit me and a neck brace when I’m not injured? I don’t know who will be more confused him or me.
Wing: Well, the neck brace is for your protection.
Jake: No, you are for my protection.
Wing: This is temporary. You took that hit from Mr. Rondon on Thursday that ‘hurt’ your neck, so you need to wear this.
Jake: Hunter won’t care if I’m injured or not, he is still going to beat me down.
Wing: That’s why you need the finar piece of the puzzre.
Wing signals to Lee, who takes a large suitcase and puts it on the poker table in the middle of Jake’s revamped locker room. He opens the suitcase and a golden light blinds all three men. Lee removes the ACW World Title from the suitcase and hands it to Jake. Jake grins widely as he looks into his reflection in the gold plated belt. He brushes the tails of the coat away and puts the belt around his waist.
Jake: Perfect.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 7, 2008 17:17:34 GMT -5
Match 2: Huntman vs. 'The Silent Assassin' Jin (Credit: Silencio)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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