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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:01:13 GMT -5
Segment: The Lost Weekend (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we find ourselves in the hallway outside of Ginger's office. The camera remains perfectly still for a few moments, and then makes its way into the office itself, letting the door close behind it. The Chairman of ACW sits behind his desk neutrally, looking over some papers, not particularly minding the camera's sudden appearance...or perhaps not even noticing it. He sighs slowly as the camera turns to the door, as if waiting for someone to enter. Sure enough, after a brief pause, the door is thrown open, and the former ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter, stumbles through the door, rolling into the room in a surprisingly even way. He stumbles up to his feet and manages to kick the door closed, and then takes a solid position on the floor. He takes a swig from the bottle as Ginger looks up at him.
Ginger: Oh Jesus, not another one.
Hunter: You're goddamn right, Ging, another one! And a better one! I'm two more Hunters better than the previous Hunter!
Ginger: No, I...never mind, it doesn't matter.
Hunter smiles, and then looks at the bottle intensely for a moment.
Ginger: Please...take a seat.
Hunter sits down on the floor where he stands and takes another swig from the bottle.
Ginger: I meant in a chair.
Hunter: No, I'm good.
Ginger: ...okay. So, what do you want?
Hunter: Besides another bottle?
Ginger sighs.
Ginger: Listen, Hunter, I know you're sad about losing your title, but---
Hunter: No no, Ginger. Sad implies emo crying-ness. I am depressed. Which involves...emo...non-crying-ness.
Ginger: Fine, either way, this isn't the best way for you to operate. Being an alcoholic---
Hunter: Hey, I'm not an alcoholic!
Ginger: Hunter, I don't think---
Hunter: I'm a drunk.
Pause.
Hunter: Alcoholics go to meetings.
He takes another swig.
Ginger: I don't think that's exactly a bad option at the moment. I'm considering canceling your match tonight because---
Hunter: Don't you fucking dare! I can take that Ton Jay...Jay Ton...Tlayro...Jet...Tay...J...a...t...?
Ginger: Jon Taylor?
Hunter: YES! I can take him in ANY state!
Ginger: Well he's the International Champion, and hardly a pusho---
Hunter: Yes he is, shut up!
Ginger sighs.
Ginger: Okay, Hunter, I'll let the match go on against my better judgment. But on one condition.
Hunter: No, I will not give you oral sex.
Ginger's mouth hangs agape for a moment.
Hunter: Well that I can think about.
Ginger promptly closes his mouth and shakes his head.
Ginger: No damn it, Hunter, I want you to get help about this. Go to some meeting---
Hunter: I told you, I'm not an alcoholic!
Ginger: Fine, go to a meeting for drunks!
Hunter: ...okay, cool.
Ginger: I'll find a good place and give you the address.
Hunter: Does it have to be tonight?
Ginger: No, but preferably as soon as possible.
Hunter: Whatevs, yo.
Ginger: Now, back to why you came here...?
Hunter says nothing. He looks at Ginger blankly, and then snaps out of it.
Hunter: Oh, right, that's me! Umm...right, I wanna know why only BKiss and ThunderLondon got into that poll thing. I'm the ex-champ-fucking, and I deserve another shot!
Ginger: Frankly, Hunter, those two deserve another title shot more than you.
Hunter: What about the fucking rematch clause?
Ginger: This isn't WWE, Hunter.
Hunter: Oh fuck you! I want a rematch!
Ginger: Maybe if you're sober.
Pause.
Hunter: For how long?
Ginger sighs deeply.
Ginger: Please get out.
Hunter shrugs, and then finishes off the bottle before drunkenly getting to his feet. He wipes his mouth lazily and yawns, and then tosses the bottle at Ginger's wall, chuckling as it instantly shatters. Ginger glares at him, grinding his teeth angrily, but quickly relaxing once Hunter disappears behind the door. A few crashes and obscenities later, the hallway outside the door is still. Ginger takes a deep breath and holds it. He knows it will not work, but it is certainly worth a try.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:01:49 GMT -5
Segment: “You Just Got THUNDER ROLL’D” Credit: T-Kiss
[Stationed outside of ‘Raj locker room door, the “Scoop” has been waiting for the moment when he can ambush Thunderkiss to get the latest thoughts about tonight’s debate. As the door swings open a massive 353 pound frame steps out and Kevin realizes the wait is finally over.]
Kevin Anderson: THUNDERKISS! Thunderkiss, tonight instead of a battle of the brawn you will be locked in a battle of the brain as you debate against BK London in an effort to win over the fans. Never being a stranger to controversial statements, can you tell us what’s in store for us tonight?
Mr. 500%: Well Kevin, *THIS* is what’s in store for you tonight!
[The sweet melody of Rick Astley’s “Never Gonna Give You Up” suddenly comes out of nowhere. Soon after, TK grabs a pair of 80's sunglasses and slaps them on his face as he launches into his very first musical number.]
Mr. 500% *singing*: We’re no strangers to love! You know the rules and so do I! A true commitment is what I’m thinking of! You wouldn’t get from any other guy! IIIIIIII just want to tell you how I’m feeling! Gotta make you understand!
I’m never going give up! Never going to let you down! Never going to run around and desert you! Never going to make you cry! Never going to say goodbye! Never going to tell and lie and desert you!
We’ve know each other, for so long! You’re heart has been aching, but you’re too shy to say it! Inside we both know what’s been going on! We know the game and we’re going to play it! Annnnnnnnnnnd if you ask me how I’m feeling, don’t tell me you’re to glad to see!
I’m never going give up! Never going to let you down! Never going to run around and desert you! Never going to make you cry! Never going to say goodbye! Never going to tell and lie and desert you!
[After the last line, the music comes to a stop and TK freezes dead in his tracks. Pulling the glasses off and tossing them over his shoulder, he looks at Kevin and responds - ]
Mr. 500%: So what do you think about THAT Kevin?
Kevin Anderson: That was .... (pause) That was incredible. Back to you Eddie and Max.
[As our camera’s shift back to the announce table, we see two astonished announcers who appear to be having a hard time formulating words for what just transpired.]
Maxwell McNally: Annnnnnnnd Mr. Anderson continues to sink to new lows.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: You know what? That was actually quite catchy, I liked it.
Maxwell McNally: Of course you would.
[Edison begins humming it on air.]
Maxwell McNally: Stop that!
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:04:15 GMT -5
Segment: A challenge to find a challenger? Credit: Jon Taylor
The Chairman of ACW; Gingerdude can be sitting in his office. He doesn't appear to be in a good mood, and looks irritated. Suddenly the door of his office swings open and hits the wall with a large bang. Standing in the door way is Jon Taylor, who is followed closely behind by Bill Wright.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
So nice of you to join me, Jon. I believe that is Bill your manager/trainer/close friend hiding behind you?
Taylor doesn't appear to have much patience today.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Cut the crap Ginger, what do you want?
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Please take a seat.
Ginger gestures for Taylor and Bill to take a seat in front of his desk.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Fine.
Taylor and Bill take a seat - though neither relaxes and both appear to be tense.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Now we're all comfortable, let us begin.
Ginger pauses.
It appears we have a small problem on our hands, Jon.
Taylor looks curious.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What sort of problem?
Ginger folds his arms
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
It appears that after your dominating displays in recent weeks that no one on the roster wants to step up and challenge for the title you have over your shoulder.
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I wouldn't either.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
As amusing as it is to see you completely dominate your opponents in the ring, it doesn't exactly help the ratings does it? Viewers like championship matches, and it's been at least 3 weeks since you had a defence, isn't it?
Taylor looks to be counting the days since his last defense.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
That would seem correct, yes.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Well, this is something we have to sort out then isn't it? Problem is I have been phoning around and no one even wants a sniff of a match with you, let alone a championship one.
Ginger pauses.
I had to bait poor Hunter with a bottle of whisky to agree to it, even then it took some hard negotiating.
Taylor has a smirk on his face.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I can't help that i'm so damn awesome in the ring can I?
Taylor laughs.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
No. But, what you can do is help me find a challenger for your title. The viewers want titles matches, and we have to give it to them.
Taylor doesn't look to pleased.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It's not my problem if you can't find me a challenger; it is your job after all.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Well, then who would you suggest as a worthy challenger?
Taylor pauses, though he has a grin on his face.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Silencio.
Ginger appears to be getting angry.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Damn it, Taylor - I have no time for games!
The expression on the face of Taylor has changed to a serious one.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well neither do I.
Taylor pauses.
It doesn't matter who you find, I don't care. It's all the same to me. It will still be the same result at the end of the match.
Taylor smiles, Gingerdude seems to have a calmed down slightly.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Ok then, Jon Taylor Vs Thunderkiss for The International Championship on Thursday. Excellent.
Gingerdude has a huge grin on his face, expecting Taylor to flip out.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Fine.
Ginger groans, wandering to himself why he bothers sometimes.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Why are you champions always so awkward to work with?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Because we don't need to suck up to get what we want?
Ginger isn't amused by this comment
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
I prefer the term being polite, thank you.
Taylor grins.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I prefer the term having no spine.
Ginger's stress levels appear to be rising.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Spine or no spine, I want your title on the line this Thursday.
Taylor looks thoughtful
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well I am a defending champion; I don't want to look like a weak champion just because the other people on the roster are a bunch of pussies. If you manage to find someone with enough balls to step into the ring with me, then you can count on me to be out there waiting for them.
Ginger looks to be pleased.
Chairman Gingerdude | The Chairman
Good to hear it.
Ginger pauses.
Good luck in your match with Hunter that is if he can make it out to the ring. I really should have given him that whisky after the match, now I think about it.
Taylor and Bill make their way out of Ginger's office; Ginger appears to have calmed down finally.
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:04:46 GMT -5
Match 3: Silencio vs. Maximillion Richmond (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND VS. SILENCIO ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 30 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by XENU! IM IN UR VOLCANOS – SPREADIN’ THE THETANS! *-
Alex Richmond Age: 25 Height: 6'4" Weight: 263 lbs. Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut
Silencio Age: ? Height: 6' Weight: 214 Hometown: San Antonio, Texas “Money Talks” by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.
Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.
The lights dim as an eerie feeling of depression and sorrow is felt throughout the entire ACW Arena. Blue lights are shun (Undertaker Style) as the arena suddenly gets cold. Just then, pyro erupts as "Revolution Deathsqaud" by DragonForce hits the PA System as the lights go back to normal. Silencio makes his way out from the back and walks out onto the stage. Silencio stops and looks from left to right as he looks up at the sky and points with both of his index fingers as he then walks to the ring Silencio ignores the fans, even though they cheer for him, he is focused only on his match. Silencio walks up the stairs and gets into the ring. Silencio gets up on the second rope of the bottom left turnbuckle and points up to the sky. He then looks out into the crowd and then jumps down. He then waits and sits down in the same corner, waiting for the match to start.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Richmond and Silencio lock up in the center of the ring and grapple around for over a half a minute with no man getting the clear advantage. Silencio finally pulls out of the grapple and nails Richmond with a big knee in his gut that bends him over and opens him up for a discus punch! Richmond turns around stunned and Silencio combos with a LUNG BLOWER! Silencio continues to keep the pressure on with a Boston Crab that’s he locks on right in the center of the ring! Richmond still has plenty of power and fuel left in his tank thus it doesnt take him long to escape! As he does, Silencio grabs him and whips him hard into the corner where he runs in and begins to give him a series of European Uppercuts that send him into next week and beyond! Stepping back, Silencio watches Richmond stumble out of the corner where he hooks him and drops him with a SILENT SHIFT! Immediately Silencio covers but only gets a two count! MATCH MIDPOINT: At the matches mid point Richmond has come alive and is giving Silencio a run for his money. After pounding Silencio with a series of running lariats, Richmond picks him up for a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX and drops him, maintaining a bridge afterwards! Richmond only gets two before Silencio kicks out and the match continues. As soon as Silencio gets to his feet, Richmond runs in and hooks him and lifts him up for a LEG LIFT SPINEBUSTER! Silencio is driven into the mat and once again Richmond covers but once again fails to get a three count! Getting upset, Richmond digs deep and prepares to go for the BREAKING THE BANK! As he grabs Silencio’s leg and begins to roll him up for the half crab, Silencio’s desperation brings him to life and he manages to counter by kicking Richmond right off of him! Alex lands hard into the turnbuckles and Silencio combos with a school boy pin! Richmond kicks out and both men head into the final stretch of this match in a vertical position! MATCH ENDING: The final stages of this match sees Silencio using a very clever strategy against his opponent. Being the faster of the two men, Silencio is playing a game of hit and run here in the closing minutes of this match. Striking and retreating seems to be working for its frustrating Richmond into misses! After a wild punch by Richmond, Silencio drops him down to his knee with a dropkick to his other knee. Soon after, Silencio leaps up to the top rope and prepares himself for a top rope maneuver! However, he takes too long and Richmond full recovers! Richmond catches Silencio leaping off the top rope! Keeping him in his clutches, he lifts him upwards in an attempt to drop him with his finisher, the packaged piledriver known as THE BOTTOM DOLLAR! He manages 100 percent execution of the move and its quickly followed by a pin fall attempt! Richmond drops down and hooks Silencio’s leg and Joey Reynolds starts the count right on cue! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: ALEX RICHMOND!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:06:25 GMT -5
Segment: Time to take the trash out for good Credit: Jon Taylor
Warfare returns from a commercial break. The show is already well underway with some matches already having taken place. The crowd appear to be reacting well so far, with various cheers and chants breaking out every now and then. Backstage several of the roster can be seen socialising and discussing various subjects, whilst others are in their locker rooms either preparing for their matches or showering after having already competed.
In the interview section of the backstage area Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson can be seen standing with two men; these men can be identified as Jon "The Ultimate Competitor" Taylor and Bill Wright. None of these men look happy to be in the same company as each other.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Fans, and viewers watching at home welcome to another interview by me; Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson. Unfortunately, due to circumstances out of my control my interviewee today is "The Ultimate Competitor" Jon Taylor. Oh, and I believe he has his old man with him as well.
Anderson grins while Bill shoots a dirty look Anderson's way.
Kevin Anderson | The Scoop
Well, let's not waste time - as we all know i'm a very busy man! So, Jon-
Anderson is interrupted by the huge arm of Taylor reaching across Anderson and snatching the microphone out of his left hand, Anderson almost jumps out of his skin.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I think we have all listened to you enough for one day, Anderson.
The camera centres on Taylor, Bill is to the right side of him. Anderson looks furious, and demands that Taylor givse him the microphone back, though gives up and backs off after Taylor gives him a threatening look.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well, now that's all cleared up, lets get down to business! First of all lets turn our attention to Silencio, who I believe may be watching this at home, that is if he can even afford a TV now that I sent him packing last week. You see, just like The Libertines, Silencio came into the match full of confidence - despite witnessing my total destruction of poor Libertines the week before. That was the first mistake he made. The second one he made was thinking he could in hang in the same ring as me; let alone wrestle in the same ring. What Silencio failed to realise is he's down there [Taylor points to the floor] and i'm up here [Taylor points to the sky]. Like I said last week, the only way Silencio was going to leave the ring was a different way from how he entered - and that's exactly what happened. I must say, I was quite upset with the outcome. I mean, I like a win as much as the next guy, but it's like he didn't even put up a fight. He just stood there and waited for me to put him to sleep with the Triangle of Perfection. Shame, really. Im sure the fans would of appreciated a longer match, they do pay to watch us after all.
Taylor pauses. A smile appears on his face. He holds up his hand with no fingers.
Now, moving on. It is a sad state of affairs when a champion has this many contenders. I can't say I blame them though, if I am perfectly honest. I did send Libertine's teeth into the top row of the arena at Ragnarok, and last Thursday I ended the career of Silencio, I guess no one truly has the heart in this company anymore. I came into this company willing to take on all comers - and I still am. Now look where I am - i'm the ACW International Championship. At the same time you have people who have been here for years like Jonny Hughes, who has only just captured a title after all that time, and a worthless one at that. Now I don't like to be the bringer of bad news, but what does the ACW Entertainment Championship really prove? That you can beat the best the lower midcard has to offer? Now, correct me if I am wrong but beating people so far down the roster is hardly impressive, if not damn right embarrassing to be even put in the same match as someone of that lowly stature.
Taylor stops for a moment, possibly thinking of what he is going to say next. Anderson is still silent, not moving an inch.
Anyway, that's enough of my time wasted on people who aren't even close to earning a shot at this beauty [Taylor points to his belt]. Time to get back to business. Tonight, I face the oh so admirable former World Champion; Hunter. Otherwise known backstage as the neighbourhood drunk. Seem's Andrew couldn't handle the embarrassment of being defeated by our resident 4ft chink, Jake Cheng. Mind you, I have to say, if I was beat by a 4ft china man who has a penis the size of a AA battery, i'd probably have a mental breakdown also. Heck, i'd be ashamed to even show my face in the ring again. But, unfortunately for Hunter, he has to. And he has to compete against the fastest rising star in ACW; me. He better hope he's sobered up by the time we get it on, otherwise that small chance of victory he has becomes another fragment of his oh, so fragile mind.
Once again Taylor pauses. The smile on his face grows larger, Taylor is oozing confidence.
Make no mistake; this match is just another small obstacle on my way up the ladder. Sure, Hunter may be a 2-time world champion, but that means nothing to me. I have watched him in person and on tape, and there is nothing special about him. The thing Hunter has going for him, is his stable; namely Senator Phillips. But, Hunter is going to be out there all alone, and even in his best condition I just don't see any way for him to win. I comprehensibly beat him in the technical department, and my striking is far superior to his. The fact of the matter is Hunter has no advantage over me. I'm not surprised he held onto his championship for as long as long he did though, he had challengers lined up waiting for him, yet he dodged them with as much attention as he would if he had to dodge bullets. That to me that is a weak champion. Tonight, Hunter is not only about to be shown as a sad excuse for a human being live on TV, but also as someone that brings disgrace to the name of a competitor. Tonight, it’s time to take the trash out for good.
Taylor slams the microphone into the chest of Anderson, almost throwing it at him. Once again Anderson jumps out of his skin. Taylor looks intense and ready for his match with Hunter, and appears to be determined to destroy yet another competitor.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:06:51 GMT -5
Segment: Fallen's <Product Placement Goes Here> Adventure! (Credit: FSX)
Remaining a focal point of television is a difficult thing to do, and one that is hard to achieve! For ACW, if you’re not involved on something of incredible interest to it's beloved 18-34 males demographic, or 7-13 females demographic, there is simply no way you'll appear more then once! The slim few that happens to appeal to both however, will constantly make appearances even if they aren't necessarily appropriate or necessary. Why else do you think everyone's role model Rena Matheson keeps making appearances? Everyone loves Rena, that's why! But what keeps the more serious and intense talent on week after week, especially if they can't be marketed...or ACW management just plain old doesn't like them? It's simple! Companies invest millions of dollars on advertising every year, and they can buy a place for anyone on television!
Why else do you think that Thunderkiss is a part of the world's biggest energy drink? That Senator Steve Phillips is constantly making references to his political party on the air? That Hunter has recently taken a liking to drinking Jack Daniels in the back? Well, the last one is actually due to a deep rooted depression...but that's not really important right now! The fact of the matter is you need to have attachments to large corporations to get ahead nowadays, or else you will fade into obscurity fast. Given these facts and the hard evidence that seems to display itself day after day in the ACW locker room, one has to wonder just how Fallen Souls remains on television. For years he keeps making sporadic appearances and does well enough with the fans if he's given time, but he never appears to be pushing a product. Sure, his Fallen Roll's did Soul Transfer the Pillsbury Dough boy, but what hasn't Soul Transfered the Pillsbury Dough boy as of late? The fact of the matter is he appears with little purpose and little desire to push advertising, then eventually leaves the company when boredom sets in. It seems odd, doesn't it? Then again...maybe he's been subtly advertising all along.
FSX: Damn, I've got nothing to do..all the people in the back here are so fucking boring!
Man #1: I resent that! I climbed a mountain to get here!
FSX: We're not on top of a mountain, you tripped out stoner.
Man #1: Oh..
As Fallen shakes his head at the man who has proceeded to foam at the mouth, he continues on his way down the hallway. His mission is quite simply today. He will find something of interest to do, and then do it. But what?
FSX: Well, I could kill that guy, or have sex with that girl. But then again, I just got these pants cleaned.
Man #2: Perhaps you could assist me in learning how to ride this unicycle?
FSX: No thanks.
As the man attempting his best to remain sturdy and upright on the unicycle, Fallen gives a lazy sigh and pushes over the one-wheeled contraption, seeming to find little joy in the man tumbling from the height to presumed doom.
FSX: So boring..
Man #2: MY LEGS! OH MY GOD, I'VE BROKEN BOTH OF MY LEGS!!
FSX: Shut up, you. I'm trying to think of something to occupy my time with.
Man #2: Oh...well, I'm sorry. It's just you've kinda broken my legs and all...
FSX: Not my problem. Now if you could, pass out from the pain.
Man #2: Oh..well..if you insist.
As the backstage worker who foolishly decided it would be a good idea to for no reason whatsoever attempt to ride a unicycle in the backstage area spasms on the ground in agony, Fallen again continues on his way during his epic search for something entertaining. A dreary look comes to his face as he drudges on and spots nothing particularly of interest that the criminally insane backstage workers seem to be up too, coming to a stop at the end of the hallway as he lets out a frustrated groan, crying out to the heavens.
FSX: WHY CAN'T I FIND ANYTHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE?!?!
??: I don't know. Maybe your not looking hard enough? Perhaps your standards are too high for this world?
FSX: ....God?
My lord, it's God of the people?! No, couldn't be! Then again..crazy and seemingly random things do take place quite alot around these parts.
??: No, actually I'm just a homeless guy who's glued to the ceiling.
FSX: Oh...Well your no help, comically placed homeless man.
As the camera pans up their is indeed a homeless man glued to the ceiling, looking quite dirty as he struggles against the fact he was trapped there. Why and how he ended up in such a predicament we will likely never know, as Fallen doesn't stick around to find out, instead opting to continue on his boring stroll down the hallway. If only he noticed the little things in life, like homeless people glued to stuff...or someone breaking their legs.
FSX: Is there really nothing for me to do..? Nothing for me to aspire for in the future? Is this really the end of the road..? Maybe I should just retire.
Just as Fallen has given up hope, and appears to have no desire left to keep up with the meaningless activity that he has recently been busying himself with in the backstage area during the much more exciting ACW shows, a flash is suddenly seen in the distance, and a flier suddenly flys out of nowhere to strike FSX in the chest. Quite confused as to why he was being shot upon from a distance, he ducked and hid under a table, well taking a look at the advertisement he'd been shot with.
FSX: What's this? 'Fallen Heroes. ACW's battle to crown a true contender at the grandest prize. 30 men enter, and only one man can stand victorious.'
A sparkle seems to appear in Fallen's eyes, as he grips the flier and a smile slowly grows on his face, as if he was an obese kid who just found an all access pass to a chocolate factory.
FSX: 'Entry is available to all ACW wrestlers....ESPECIALLY THOSE WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO' This is perfect!! This is exactly what I've been looking for!
The gleam in his eyes remains this time as Fallen bursts back to his feet from under the table and seems to dance around excitedly, waving the flier around in the air. It wasn't as if he hadn't actually been a part of Fallen Heroes Rumble before, but this time is doubled as a cure to his boredom.
FSX: Oh I've got a gol--
With that, this will stop before it breaks into an incredibly intriguing musical number and contains a heavy dose of copyright infringement of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It simply wouldn't keep in theme with the work I've done tonight, which has generally been without proper reason! As Fallen is shown dancing around merrily, and mouthing the words to the song you all know he happens to be singing, the scene begins to fade. Will he really enter the FH Rumble already? And even if he prepares so soon, does he actually have a chance of victory? Also, what was up with the truly bizarre stuff that happens backstage? Is ACW soon to expand it's unique dynamic and become a Circus? Perhaps we'll find out someday...
Someday....
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:09:24 GMT -5
Segment: My Life (Credit: Jin)
Jin is walking along a stony path, wearing black pants and a trench coat. He looks rather unsettled about something and it can be seen why as he walks onto a section of grass and in front of a large marble angel. He kneels down as the view pans to reveal the name "Jin Hackurie Sr" engraved on it with the words "Loving father, loving husband" below.
Jin: Hi, dad. I guess you know why I'm here. To say sorry. I'm not sure why. I feel I failed you. I should of been there when, it happened.
Jin gestures to the angel.
Jin: At the funereal, I wondered why there was an angel. You weren't holy. But people decided that because they could, they should. I think this is what I have been doing. I could of decided to not take advantage of Rene being drunk. But I could.
Jin changes so he is sitting down, feet in front and his hands to the side.
Jin: At school, I wasn't an A student. I was a cheater. The kid next to me was smart, I could copy from him, so I decided I should.
Jin slowly grins.
Jin: Was that your motto?
Jin slowly chuckles to himself.
Jin: You could of opened a bar, so you did. It got you far, I guess I'm just not that kind of guy. I'm lucky, and that's all. I really feel I have made some wrong turns, like choosing wrestling over mother. I left her on her own, and she never recovered. She lost the bar. She lost you. You had to run, and being the gullible little idiot I am thought that would be a good idea. Now she hates herself.
Jin repositions himself then keeps talking.
Jin: I guess it was our fault. Father and son, in it together. The club is like that. You built the foundations, made the club, ran away. And I made the walls, kept the club going, left mother alone. Alone really is bad. I've only won in ACW once were I had no advantage. And with Silencio long gone, who is there here I can beat? Mo or Jo? TK or BK? Ying or Yang? Hopefully I can find an end to these questions. Maybe, I could get into there mindset. Maybe I could stop getting on peoples bad side, and think like everybody else. I'm tired of this dark out look I have. Would you be proud?
Jin breaths out hard.
Jin: No.
Jin looks down.
Jin: I always lose now. From now on, I'm going to do you proud, I'm going to win by any means. I'm going to take people down myself. I will do anything, but with no help from others. No more letting people get Rene drunk. No more letting people attack my opponents. It's not the pin, it's the win. I could hammer them all over but get rolled up, I would still be the winner. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but if I out wrestler my opponent, then I'm the winner.
Jin stands up and smiles.
Jin: Simple.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:10:02 GMT -5
Update (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Kevin: Hello ACW, it’s your favorite interviewer, Kevin Anderson and tonight I am pleased to share with you the current standings of the ACW World Championship Number One Contender Poll. As of right now.....Mr. 500%, Thunderkiss is in the lead and by a very large margin. It looks like no one wants to see BK London in what could possibly be the match which starts his third stint as World Champion. But that again, who could blame the fans.
Kevin Anderson has a hearty laugh and then stops all of a sudden.
Kevin: I don’t like that, can we do it over?
Cameraman: Kevin, we are live.
Kevin: Shit. Where there it is, TK is in the lead, but there is still plenty of time. We will find the true winner first thing on Monday.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Welcome Back... Jay Zero[/b][/color][/center] Backstage we find Limelight standing tall next to his manager and public relations agent Nicholas Savich as they walk down a hallway. Limelight is seen sporting just a very tight plain black t-shirt that forms around his muscles. They stop at a door and Nicholas turns towards his giant. [/center] Savich: I can't believe it! We've checked EVERYWHERE and he's nowhere to be found! Ugh--well, you just wait here by the door and keep a look out for him. I'll just be a second, I need to make a phone call. Limelight grunts and nods his head as Nicholas smiles and opens the door. Limelight turns around and puts his back to the door before folding his arms and looking back and forth down the halls.
The camera then switches views to inside the locker room.
It's pitch black once the door snaps shuts and no light is allowed to enter. Nicholas then switches the light on in the room to only reveal a fully furnished room and himself. He looks towards the back of the room for a moment, his eyes barely showing emotion.
He walks into the room more and looks at the table that sits in the middle of the room. His eyes narrow and eyebrows raise when what he's looking for isn't there. [/center] Savich: What the... - - - - Could'a swore that I left it here. He picks up some magazines to see if whatever it is that he's looking for is under there. He shakes his head when he finds nothing. He turns his body around to look for his bag but right when he does so he jumps back in shock. The camera quickly turns and we find Jay Zero leaning back first against the door with a cell phone in his hand and a smirk on his face.
The crowd is heard cheering for the unexpected return of Jay Zero in Nicholas' locker room. Nicholas jumps back and begins to laugh. [/center] Savich: Hahaha! Oh you---you gave me quite the shock right there! So I guess Ginger was telling the truth. You did have the guts to show up! Anyways, what brings you here? Jay Zero: Oh--the usual! Just thought I'd drop by, say hello, and uhh, maybe shove my boot up your ass, Savich! But enough about me! What brings YOU here? Seems to me like you just don't belong! So maybe I should do something about that. Jay starts to walk towards Nicholas who doesn't seem at all nervous. [/center] Savich: Ahh you haven't changed a bit. I remember those first days when you joined PPW. Very headstrong you were! Jay stops dead in his tracks and looks on to see where Savich is going with this. Nicholas just backs up and sits down in the couch and puts his feet up on the table. [/center] Savich: But you know Jay, being headstrong doesn't really make you... "strong" you know. And that's why I'm not "cowering" in fear right now. Jay Zero: What the hell are you talking about? Savich: You wanna hit me? Go ahead! Do it, I dare you! Jay hesitates to react. Something is just not right about this. [/center] Savich: Come on! I know you're angry about Ragnarok, so just do it! Jay doesn't move a bit. Nicholas laughs and claps his hands together. [/center] Savich: Ahh that's right. you wouldn't have the guts knowing that the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion is standing just outside that door waiting to follow any and every command that I give him! Jay Zero: Wait, he's the PPW Champion?Savich: Yes, something that you never were. Of course if you had an agent like me, then maybe you would have been! Jay Zero: Please, I never needed you! Look where I am now! Former Entertainment Champion and the current soon to be record breaking Light Heavyweight Champion!Savich: Oh-oh! You almost forgot being Thunderkiss' bitch and being tossed around like a ragdoll because you messed with the wrong guys manager a few years back! Jay Zero: Boo hoo, get over it already! Do you seriously think coming here to beat me down is really going to make it better?! Savich: Oh---no, not really. Nicholas stands up and gets in Jays face. [/center] Savich: But beating you down and turning you into my next project will make it better! Jay pushes Nicholas back with a disgusted look on his face. [/center] Jay Zero: What's that mean? Your next project? Savich: Exactly how it sounds! Actually--I think you need a visual here. *WHISTLE* Savich whistles out very loudly and Jay looks around to see what's going on. Soon, the door opens up and in comes Limelight. Jay takes a step back at first before the big man notices him. His eyes light up and they double in size as he begins to smile. Nicholas walks up and holds him back at first. [/center] Savich: Hold on big man! Not yet! Alright, Jay, you see Limelight here? He was my first project! And soon enough, THIS is going to be you! Jay Zero: What, a roided up beefcake?! Savich: Haha, good one! But no. What I mean is an obedient machine that follows every order his manager gives without asking any questions! THAT is how this man won the Heavyweight title! If he was hard headed and cocky like you, his strength and power wouldn't have gotten him anywhere! Jay Zero: Where are you going with this? Savich: What I'm trying to say here is that soon enough, you're going to obey everything that I say---whether you like it or not? Jay Zero: Oh yeah? Hah! Or what? Nicholas pats Limelight on the back and he charges forward, ramming his thigh into the gut of Jay Zero, sending him to the ground on his knees buckled over. Limelight lifts his big boot up and then slams it into Jays back. [/center] Savich: ---You're going to do what I say, or there's a lot more of that in store for you. Jay holds his back with one hand and his stomach with the other. Too proud to stay down, he pulls himself back up to his feet. [/center] Savich: So Jay, let's have some fun and see just HOW obedient you can be! Where's your Light Heavyweight title? He hesistates, wondering what his motive can be. [/center] Jay Zero: --- In....In my locker room. Why? What's it to you? Savich: Asking questions? Tsk tsk. Limelight! He swings his left arm and punches Jay straight in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and sending him back into the couch. Jay grabs at the leather while coughing violently. [/center] Savich: Now let's try being a good boy again, shall we? Now Jay, you mentioned that you're going to be breaking the record for longest Light Heavyweight title reign, correct? Jay Zero (Coughing): Uhm...*cough* Y-Yeah...Savich: Good, so--Jay, my first order is simple! Lose the title. Jay coughs loud and then stands up looking shocked. [/center] Jay Zero: WHAT? Are you kidding me!? Now that's just stupid!Savich: Limelight... He lunges forward, grasping Jay Zero by the shoulders. In one quick thrust to the right he launches Jay up into the air and slams him back first into the wall. He drops him to his feet and rams a big knee into his stomach before forcing him on the ground face first. Jay starts to groan in pain on the ground as he begins to crawl forward. Nicholas walks over and kneels down beside him. [/center] Savich: Stay down, for your own good... Now Jay how does that sound? You get rid of the Light Heavyweight title and you pass the first test! I don't care how you do it as long as it gets done! So what's it gonna be? Are you gonna do things my way? There is no answer for several seconds. [/center] Savich: Hmm? Jay, I'm talking to you! Are you going to cooperate? Jay Zero: Screw you and screw your stupid little plan, no! Savich: Hahaha....Go ahead! Once more, Limelight digs in and starts to dish out a beating on Jay. He keeps dropping boot after boot to the hurt back of Jay Zero. He then rips him up off the ground, spins him and slams his face into the wall. He holds him by the hair as Nicholas tells him to calm down for a moment and he walks up to Jay. [/center] Savich: I guess I forgot to mention. Things always go my way. There is no high way option Jay.... I want the title gone by Thursdays Meltdown or you sure as hell can expect a lot more pain than you suffered at Ragnarok! Let's go Limelight! Get him out of here! Limelight nods his head and rams Jay Zero face first into the wall once more. He then drags him over to the door and holds him up until he can open it. He swings the door wide open and then tosses Jay out onto the cold concrete floor. All he does now is watch on with a smile on his face. Nicholas walks over and pulls Limelight into the room and then gently closes the door. He begins to laugh and then he turns to Limelight. [/center] Savich: And now the fun begins! 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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:13:01 GMT -5
Segment Name: A Challenge (Credit: Freeman)
As the crowd awaits the next match (I think this is the sentence I use for all of my in-ring promos >_>)..."Ugly" by The Exies hits the speakers, and a lot of the crowd cheers for Jason Freeman...as he comes out through the curtain. He hadn't completed won over EVERYONE just yet, but he was making considerable progress, as it seems that every time he comes out, the cheers increase more and more. As he walks down the ramp, it is obvious that he has something to say...but one has to wonder what. He really doesn't have that many things to possibly have an issue with, right now...which could be considered a pleasant change after a pretty hectic couple of months.
Freeman: Well, as you people know…I’ve been quite busy lately. I mean, since the summer, I’ve had some problems with certain people, and basically from then up until now, I’ve always had at least one guy I had to deal with. Now last Sunday, at Ragnarok, everyone saw the Stable Wargames match of course…and I would like to formally congratulate Hughes for his win…
A brief pause, as some people in the crowd cheer in respect for Hughes…before Freeman nods his head and continues.
Freeman: Yes. Well…anyways, now that that’s over…I have to wonder… “What Next?” It’s a question I asked myself for a while…because…I really couldn’t think of what I was going to do. Then I thought of something that in the heat of the stable battle, I had totally forgotten. In case you forgot as well…a certain Entourage member, Alex Richmond, cost me a match last month. For now, I’m not worried about Richmond…but…do you guys remember what match he cost me?
There’s a silence from Freeman, as he pauses for a second. Some of the crowd members begin to realize exactly what he’s getting to, and he gets a couple of cheers…he smirks for a second and begins to talk
Freeman: Yeah…it was an International championship match! And as far as I remember…it never ended. Now, I don’t quite think that’s very fair. I mean, I’m a former International Champion…right? What’s to say I wasn’t going to win it again? And if I am booked for a title match… Does the fact that Richmond cheap-shotted me take away my credibility and cause me to lose that shot?
Freeman shrugs to himself. He knows that he can’t exactly place himself in a title match…and that he needs the permission of a certain man…so he now directs his words towards him.
Freeman: So…Jon Taylor…heh… “The Ultimate Competitor”…if that’s what you’re calling yourself now…how about you give me a REAL shot then? Now…you may win. Hell, you may destroy me. But the point is, we’ll never know until it happens. And the point is, YOU’LL never know, and these FANS will never know. You very easily COULD have won that match had it continued…but it DIDN’T Continue. And so…due to situations beyond our control, how about we do this one more time…and how about we do it right this time?
The fans begin to cheer…getting behind Freeman, obviously wanting to see this match. Freeman isn’t done talking though…he needs to do some further convincing.
Freeman: Now, Taylor, just to further my argument. I mean…there’s no credibility question, right? I mean…sure…my win/loss record isn’t what I’m famous for…but I’ve pulled off a bunch of victories throughout my career. I mean…I even defeated Senator…the longest reigning International Champion in history, cleanly…DURING his title reign. And I’ve held the belt before. Basically, Taylor, there’s no reason why I shouldn’t have a shot. And I know that you need some competitors. And if you win? Then it can only help you. So I can’t think of a good reason for you to say no…
Unless of course, Taylor just can’t be bothered to put it on the line. Freeman knew this was a possibility…and he knew that as convincing as his arguments could sound…that there were tons of counter-arguments that Taylor could throw at him…but he knew that he had to try. Sure, he had criticized himself for defining himself by his belt…but…something inside him…wanted another chance. It was like a drug…he couldn’t stay away. And he’d just have to make sure he didn’t make the same mistakes again that he had made last time.
Freeman: So here we go, Taylor. In simple terms…I want a shot at your belt. It doesn’t have to be on pay-per-view. It could be next week! It could be in two months! I just want a date and time, and I’ll be good. Now, I don’t want to rush this decision for you or anything. How about…until Thursday? I’ll be looking for you, and when we see each other, just give me your answer. Nothing formal. I’m not going to call you out the ring or anything. Just…make sure to let me know.
Freeman pauses, but when he can’t think of anything else to add, he turns around, and puts the microphone down, before walking out of the ring. As he walks up the ramp, he has one hope in his mind. Taylor will make this easy. But if he didn’t…Freeman knew he could be tempted to do this the hard way. He wasn’t going to shy away from the possibility…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:14:08 GMT -5
Match 4: Hunter vs. Jon Taylor (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights slowly dim in the arena, and the fans get on their feet, ready for the next match.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, he is the current reigning ACW International Champion, Jon Taylor!
"Out of My Way" hits the speakers as Taylor appears on the ramp, his title belt on his shoulder. The fans boo his mercilessly, but he simply smiles and ignores them, instead choosing to pat his title gently while walking down the ramp.
Maxwell McNally: Well, clearly the fans aren't too happy about seeing the International Champion.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: And who could blame them after what happened last week?
Taylor slides into the ring and hands the title off to the referee, and then gets into the corner.
Philip: And his opponent, representing the Senatorial Stable, this is Hunter!
...and Hell followed with him...
The full blast of Behemoth's "No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers, and after a moment of nothingness, Hunter appears on the ramp holding a half empty beer bottle in hand. He raises an eyebrow as he sees the fans slightly cheering him, and then proceeds to raise the bottle to his lips while walking down the ramp.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh, I don't like the looks of this Max.
Maxwell McNally: We may have a repeat of last week with Rena.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: It's not that I'm worried about, it's the disrespect Hunter is showing to this sport!
Maxwell McNally: Surely he can't be THAT intoxicated.
Just as he says this, Hunter trips over himself and rolls down the remainder of the ramp into the ring apron, the bottle shattering instantly.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: ...well...not THAT anyways.
Maxwell McNally: Will we even have a match?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: I think we both know that Hunter's thick-headed enough to go ahead regardless of his state.
And indeed, the fans can see the referee talking to Hunter, but Hunter simply shakes his head and pushes the referee off. The referee simply shrugs and calls for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Maxwell McNally: Well...we're off, I suppose.
Neither competitor moves, but Taylor does smirk rather obviously. Figuring he has an easy win coming up, especially one so high profile, he approaches Hunter with an extended hand, as if for a hand shake. Hunter glares at the hand for a few moments, and then looks back at Taylor. He carefully takes the hand, and just as Taylor ceases smiling, Hunter pulls him in and executes an arm drag, instantly locking in an arm bar afterwards!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Whoa, did you see that? How did Hunter do that in this state?
Maxwell McNally: Well...he's Russian, Eddie. Maybe he knows how to hold himself.
Despite the fact that Taylor is in the middle of the ring and struggling around in the arm bar, Hunter breaks the hold, yawns, and gets to his feet.
Maxwell McNally: Or not.
Taylor rolls up and nails a shin kick, followed by a few elbow strikes on Hunter. Hunter lazily rolls out of the ring and begins to stumble around while Taylor angrily yells at him to come back into the ring, while the referee does similarly. After a moment, Hunter does so, and Taylor instantly charges at him and begins to take shots at his back. Hunter pushes him back, gets to his feet, and dodges a punch, grabbing Taylor's arm and launching him into the ropes. As Taylor comes back, Hunter lifts him up and nails him with an elevated STO, and then covers. But alas, a two.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well, I suppose that, intoxicated or not, Hunter can still wrestle a hell of match, eh?
Maxwell McNally: Indeed. One cannot help but recall his match with Davey Marvel a few years ago where he wrestled in a similar state. Strangely, he won. Is that a sign of things to come?
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well we'll see soon, Max.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:16:57 GMT -5
Taylor gets back to his feet and hits Hunter with a drop toe hold, and then puts in a headlock. Hunter promptly rises to his feet and tries for a back drop, but Taylor keeps him grounded. So instead, Hunter backs up into the corner, jumps onto the turnbuckle, and flips out of the move. The moments he lands back on his feet, he spins around and nails a sudden Deja Vu Knee Strike!
Maxwell McNally: What a counter!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well he DOES call himself the Master...
Hunter does not go for a cover, and instead leaves the ring once again. The referee calls for him to reenter, but Hunter ignores him, instead looking at the audience. He sees a fan and approaches him, and then grabs his cup of beer and downs the whole thing. The fan is too dumbstruck to object, but he begins to yell at Hunter when the latter throws the cup back at him. He then rolls back into the ring just as Taylor rises, and quickly kicks him in the chest to bring him back down to the ground.
Maxwell McNally: Well Hunter certainly is changing up his strategy this time around.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: One has to under such circumstances, no?
Hunter lifts Taylor up by the head, but the champion punches him in the gut, lifts him up, and nails a snap suplex. Hunter gets back to his feet, but Taylor simply takes him back down his beloved German suplex! He covers, but Hunter just manages to kick out, although no one really knows if he even realized that he did, in fact, kick out. Taylor tries to put him into the Indian Deathlock, but Hunter kicks him away, gets to his feet, and begins to...hug Taylor.
Maxwell McNally: ...umm...
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well this certainly ISN'T a homo-erotic moment. Oh...wait...
Taylor tries to push Hunter away, but the former two-time World Champion keeps his grip very tight. After a moment, though, he cleverly nails the Elbow Driver, and then instantly puts in the Bear Trap!
Maxwell McNally: Well, Hunter's a wily one even in a situation such as this!
Taylor struggles around for a moment, but soon he manages to grab the nearby ropes. Hunter nonchalantly breaks the hold and steps away, looking at the audience and randomly waving to them with a smile on his face. Taylor stares at him in disbelief, and then charges in and goes for the Taylor DDT. Hunter pushes him back and tries to kick him, but Taylor grabs his leg and pounds it. He then pulls Hunter in for a belly to belly suplex, but Hunter headbutts him, spins around to get behind him, and then nails the Poetic Justice!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Great little series of moves there!
Hunter tries for a cover, but Taylor manages to kick him back. Taylor then gets to his feet and grabs Hunter, and then nails him with a vicious snap suplex...but Hunter's boot manages to nail the referee!
Maxwell McNally: Oh my goodness, the referee is down!
Hunter gets to his feet after the move, and the moment that Taylor charges at him, Hunter widens his eyes and kicks Taylor in his "special area," and then kicks him in the chest to put him on the ground. Hunter then rolls out of the ring and throws the time keeper out of the way, and then grabs his chair and holds it up victoriously.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh come on, Hunter, put the chair down!
Maxwell McNally: I should've figured that this is the only way he knows how to win a match in his state!
Hunter rolls into the ring just as Taylor gets to his feet, and then proceeds to stare at the chair with widened eyes. Hunter turns to his right and sees the referee getting to his feet, and so Hunter promptly throws the chair at Taylor who instinctively catches it. Taylor then raises the chair to see what is happening, and the moment he sees Hunter laying motionlessly in the center of the ring, he realizes what Hunter is up to. He tries to toss away the chair, but it is too late; the referee sees him.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh come on, that's the oldest trick in the book!
Maxwell McNally: No way will the referee fall for this one!
The referee pulls the chair out of Taylor's hands and the two begin yelling at each other. Hunter slightly lifts his head up while the referee's back is turned, and when Taylor points out this detail, Hunter drops his head back down just as the referee turns around. The referee yells loudly and then turns to Philip and yells at him.
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Oh no, come on!
Maxwell McNally: Hunter just stole this match!
Philip shrugs and gets to his feet, waiting for the bell to ring. Once it does so, Taylor begins to yell loudly at the referee, just as Philip makes the announcement.
Philip: Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification...HUNTER!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers, and the moment it does so, Hunter gets to his feet and smiles. The fans boo him viciously, and he lazily salutes Taylor before rolling out of the ring and stumbling up the ramp. Taylor yells at him and the referee, going back and forth between the two, but it is hopeless; Hunter has won this time around, inebriated state or not. But Taylor will have another chance soon. And the next time, he is certain he will do things differently.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:17:58 GMT -5
Segment: The Way To Her Heart (Credit: Jake Cheng, Michael)
Hoping to get some training in after the show, Kirsten Carter walks through the large double doors of the ACW Arena. She carries her gym bag and looks around to see if there is anyone around that she knows to talk to. After recognizing no one, she walks down a hallway, thinking it herself.
Kirsten: Jeez, why were you such a bitch to Nick the other day?
Walking into the ACW Arena must have reminded her about the conversation she had with her brother the other day about their current relationships.
Kirsten: No, he was a jerk first. You were just trying to help him and he starting talking shit about Jake. Nothing even happened yet, we just talked. He hasn’t even asked me out on a date yet. But he will...won’t he? Definitely, you saw that we he was looking at you last week. He missed you.
Her conscience stops for a moment
Kirsten: Nick doesn’t know what he is talking about, he only knew Jake the wrestler. He was only selfish in the ring because he had to be. He is a different person outside of the ring, you know that...but Nick could be right. You were only with him for a night. Nick wouldn't lie, he's your brother. He wants you to be happy and wouldn’t judge based on his personal vendetta.
As she walks, Kirsten rubs her temples and shuts her eyes, still managing to navigate through the halls.
Kirsten: Ah, K, you are out of your mind! Jake probably doesn’t even feel the same way. Of course he noticed you, look at the way you are dressed! Show off cleavage like that and any guy will look at you. Maybe it’s true...whatever, if he wants you, he’ll come and get you. Until then, forget about him!
?: Wait!
Kirsten stops and turns to see a massive bouquet of flowers with legs run at her. They stop in front of her, allowing Kirsten to see the small man holding them. He sticks them out for her to take, but she doesn’t move, allowing the many questions she has to take up a majority of her thoughts.
Kirsten: Umm, I don’t know who you are.
Man: Well you’re Kirsten Carter, and these are for you.
Kirsten: I don't take flowers from strangers. Flowers or candy, it's more of a personal thing.
Man: Hey lady, take them or not, I’m just the messenger.
What woman can resist of bouquet of flowers? Kirsten takes them and the man runs off. Daffodils. Her favorite. Kirsten’s first reaction is to smell them, but even more intriguing is the accompanying card. She opens it and reads the messy handwriting aloud.
Kirsten: Surprised I remembered your favorite? Jake.
She can’t help but smile and blush even though no one is around. She takes a big whiff of the flowers and exhales in the form of a relaxed sigh. A sly, almost mischievous, smirk creeps across her face as she takes another whiff.
Kirsten: Knew it. He wants you.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:19:11 GMT -5
Segment: n00b (Credit: Lucrezia)
ManU-man47 (6:32:28 PM): Erm, Anna?
LeFashionista (6:33:54 PM): who is this? how did you get my sn?
ManU-man47 (6:34:11 PM): Well, it's Ginger.
LeFashionista signed off at 6:34:12 PM.
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ManU-man47 (6:34:26 PM): Goddammit.
ManU-man47 (6:35:04 PM): Listen, Anna. You have every right to be angry.
ManU-man47 (6:35:31 PM): I'm angry at myself for not doing this sooner.
ManU-man47 (6:35:01 PM): But you can't run away from this.
ManU-man47 (6:36:28 PM): You deserve better.
ManU-man47 (6:38:47 PM): I'm signing off. Please, meet me at the Starbucks two blocks away from the arena before Meltdown. I want to talk to you.
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LeFashionista (6:41:74 PM): u r t00 st00pid
LeFashionista signed off at 6:42:00.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 4, 2008 17:19:41 GMT -5
Segment: “Shadow Farm - Part 2” Credit: FSX/T-Kiss WHAT IS... [shadow=red,left,300]SHADOW FARM?[/shadow][/center][/size] [They say knowledge is power and he who has the most of it is a most formidable opponent. Or maybe its just FSX who says that and I just added the word “they” for a more dramatic effect. That was your hint as to who wrote the opening paragraph of this intense edition of the journey. Regardless, a most definite thirst for knowledge is what fuels FSX’s new quest for finding out the contents of Thundergy. Suspecting something foul and sinister at hand, his ultimate goal is help those addicted with the mood and body altering drink. To do just that, he has to start somewhere and that somewhere is a phone call placed to the drink’s disturbers, Tagruato.] Thank you for calling , distributer for some of the most popular drinks on the planet today, such as Thundergy and SLUSHO. If you speak Spanish, please press one. If you speak English, press two. We are well aware there are others that speak many different languages. If you are one of those individuals, hang up now. *BEEP* Thank you for calling . If you would like to learn about our distribution opportunities, press one. If you would like to place an order, press two. If you would like information on merchandising opportunities, press three. FSX: DAMN YOU, AUTOMATED EVIL! [What seems like an endless sea of menu options flow out of the phone, almost as if this system was created to have people hang up out of frustration. Never being one to give up, FSX hangs in there all the way to the final choice. It likely helped that he had nothing better to do.] If you would like to speak to a customer service representative, press 149. We do of course mean only 149. If you press 1, you will learn about our distribution opportunities. FSX: What? That's fucking cheap!! [Frustration appears to be setting in as FSX was left in a situation he couldn't possibly succeed in. It was impossible to press 149 on a phone without being trapped with distribution! No one likes distribution people! Luckily, he was using Senator's phone.] FSX: 149. Good thing I know a guy with a giant phone of numbers for just such an occasion! [The sweet sounds of classical music play with FSX’s ear drums as he impatiently waits for a real live person to come on the phone. Five minutes later and FSX is still waiting. The classical song on the other end of the phone has concluded, only to repeat itself adding more unnecessary annoyance to this situation! This pattern continues over and over but yet his determination keeps him hanging on the line. He shall carry on.] FSX: You know...I really should of considered watching television or something when I started all of this. Hmm...I'm about 10 minutes for a brain anuresym now.. [And then finally - ] Voice: Thank you for calling Tagruato, my name is Bob how may I help you? FSX: Oh sweet Jesus, finally. Bob: Are you busy, sir? I can put you back on hold. FSX: What? NO! FUCK NO!! Why would I be busy?! Bob: You seem to be distracted by your sweet Jesus. FSX: Huh? No, that's just an expr-- Bob: I am not here to judge your lifestyle, sir. But if your not busy with your lover, how may I help you? FSX: Well....who is this? Bob: This is Bob. FSX: Really? Huh....Well how has LUE been doing as of late? I haven't really been keeping up with it, but I've heard good things. Bob: LUE? FSX: Uh....Swerve? Bob: Excuse me sir? FSX: Uh...just forget about that! I have a question about your Thundergy products, more specifically why evil old men drink it. Bob: What? FSX: Err...I mean its' ingrediants. Bob: If you turn the bottle over to its back, you will clearly find an ingredient list - FSX: Well duh! I KNOW THAT MUCH ALREADY, OR I WOULDN'T OF CALLED!! What I want to know is why it says "Plus Secret Ingrediants'. What kind of fucking drink has secret ingrediants?! Bob: I’m sorry sir, I cannot tell you. FSX: What? YOU HAVE TOO! I'M A CONCERNED CUSTOMER! Bob: Well that’s why they are “secret” sir. Thank you for calling Tagruato, have a nice day. FSX: Wait, what? TELL ME YOU BI-- ~!~CLICK~!~ FSX: What the hell!? Do they think they can just treat me like that? Do they know who I am?! I'M THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!!...Why am I using aged movie references when no one is around? What the hell is wrong with me?! [FSX slams the phone down in frustration. His eyes shift up to the clock hanging from his locker room wall and he just now realizes he was on the phone for over an hour and a half. Frustration now turns to anger over this fact for after all, who are they to waste the master of the 24th letter’s time? Examining the empty bottle of Thundergy again, FSX skips past the Tagruato’s phone number and now stares at an address that resides directly beneath it.] FSX: You think you can ignore me, Tagruato? Well for your information, I've got absolutely NOTHING better to do with my time then come down there and GET YOU!!....IN PERSON! [FADE]
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