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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:04:08 GMT -5
Match 3: Wayde Russler vs. Jin (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. WAYDE RUSSLER VS. JIN ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 30 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
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Wayde Russler Age: 28 Height: 6'4" Weight: 250 lbs. Hometown: Beersheba Springs, Tennessee
“The Silent Assassin” Jin Age: 29 Height: 6'2" Weight: 213 Hometown: Tokyo, Japan “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver hits the sound system and out comes Wayde Russler! ACW fans get their first look at this intriguing new prospect that seems to be having an awful time coming to the ring. Stumbling all over himself, he almost goes into the crowd on a few occasions but manages to get himself going straight every time. Now near the entranceway, Joey Reynolds looks on dumfounded as Russler stumbles up the ring steps before entering the squared circle. Now inside, Russler plays it up to the crowd and continues to look very, very drunk.
The opening beats of Empire by Kasabian blasts out as 'The Silent Assassin' Jin makes his way to the ring. Jin roles in, spits gold mist up, and poses.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Jin stands and watches Russler make his way over to him in his continued drunk manner. Trying not to laugh, Jin breaks down and begins chucking over Russlers condition. It is at this time that Russler comes forward and just DROPS Jin with a huge right hand! Seeing Jin down on the canvas, Russler hits the ropes and comes back strong with a ROLLING ELBOW! It slams right into Jin’s head and Russler continues his attack by picking Jin up off the mat and tossing him into the corner! Russler then takes off running and gives Jin a massive clothesline in the corner! The impact causes Jin to stumble out right into a Russler AIRPLANE SPIN! Around and around Jin goes, where he lands, nobody knows! Finally releasing him, Jin goes flying over the ropes to the outside! Deciding not to give chase, Russler stands in the ring and gets a huge pop from the fans who realize first impressions aren’t always everything! Stiring, Jin finally rises and climbs back into the ring! As he hits the ropes, Russler clutches onto them and slingshots him into the ring. For the next few minutes until the match midpoint, Russler continues his domination. MATCH MIDPOINT: Thus far the match has not gone well for Jin, but he has a plan to get right back into it. Waiting for a Russler mistake, it finally comes at the 7:01 mark. Going for his Diving Shoulderblock, Russler ends up giving Jin far too much time. As he runs in for it, Jin falls out of the way and Russler hits nothing but turnbuckle. Momentarily stunned, Jin leaps to his feet and slaps on the SILENCE! The sleeper hold ends up being super effective as it takes big Wayde and calms him down to a more manageable level. As Wayde drops to one knee, Jin actually releases the hold. Stunned by this, the crowd fails to realize that Jin knows full well he doesnt have the body weight to put the big man to sleep and the move’s purpose was simply to wear Wayde down. It has done exactly that as Wayde lays on the canvas as is wide open for a SENTON SPLASH! Jin puts everything into the Senton and combos by racking his elbow over Russler’s face. The tide of the match has definitely now swung the other way, and Jin attempts the match’s first pin fall! He only gets a 2 as Russler kicks out and its now desperation time for Russler. As Jin sets up for a SPIDER LOCK, he has only one chance to escape and he manages to pull it off. Slamming his head backwards for an inverted headbutt, Russler has managed to buy himself some time to recover. MATCH ENDING: At the match’s climax we see a back and forth fight that can be anyone’s for the taking. Both men now stand in the middle of the ring and they strike away at each other, hoping soon that one will fall. Unfortunately, both have the will to keep on doing this for hours and neither appear to be going down anytime soon. Realizing this match must be won some other way, Russler side steps a strike by Jin and counters it with a short shoulder block! Now laying prone on the mat, Russler leaps down with a leg drop that smashes Jin right across the chest! One pick up later, Jin finds himself tossed into the ropes and comes running back where Russler nails him with a big back body drop! As Russler goes to pick up Jin, Jin grabs his arm and counters by thrusting him into the nearest corner. Russler lands hard in the corner and here comes Jin! With his elbow out, he prepares himself for a BURNING ELBOW, charges forward and- The blow connects, or rather appears to – but instead of collapsing, Russler flails and suddenly grabs Jin before he can step backward. With half luck and half judgement, Russler pulls Jin back over his shoulders, and brings Jin’s own down to the mat; the whole thing certainly does not look elegant, but the referee counts it nonetheless… ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: WAYDE RUSSLER!! The crowd is caught on the hop as Wayde gets his hand raised in victory; a cheer goes up, and Jin silently curses – but it’s clear he’s already planning how to even the scofre when the pair of them meet again. As for Wayde… was his win a fluke, or does he have some real hidden depths? It’s going to be interesting to find out as he progresses over the next few months.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:06:38 GMT -5
Segment: Champions Do Battle (credit: Hughes & Starr) ACW returns from commercial to one of the many hallways that make up the backstage area of the ACW Arena, stood in this hallway is the current ACW Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes, Hughes is dressed for in ring action and has his title belt slung casually over his right shoulder, he is slowly making his way down the corridor when he stops at a conveniently placed vending machine in the hallway. Hughes looks at the menu and chooses his purchase, a nice refreshing can of Fresca, but alas is unable to find any money on his person as he is only wearing his ring gear. Hughes curses the heavens above for a few moments and is stood there, so close to quenching his thirst and yet so far, his angry tirade is interrupted when a hand, holding a crisp dollar bill is thrust in front of his face. Hughes takes the money without looking and inserts it into the machine and makes his selection.Hughes: Thanks. ?: Always nice to help those less fortunate. Hughes immediately recognizes the source of the voice as Andrew Starr and takes a long swig of his drink before addressing his rival.Hughes: Less fortunate? The only reason I don’t have any money is because there is nowhere to put it, unless I stuff it down my trunks. Andrew Starr:Well I don’t mind, since becoming the Lightheavyweight Champion I have some extra cash coming in.Hughes rolls his eyes at this comment.Hughes: The mere fact that you consider yourself a champion amuses me. Andrew Starr:I hold the title and ACW recognizes me as a champion, what is so funny about that?
Hughes: A champion earns their title, they fight their way to the top, defeating all challengers on their quest for glory. This isn’t WCW…and you’re not Hacksaw Jim Duggan. You haven’t proved yourself to anyone.
Starr looks positively enraged at this insult and gets closer to Hughes.
Andrew Starr:Proved myself?! If I remember correctly the last time I faced you one-on-one I had you beat, I could have taken that title from you and left you with nothing. You see, it’s not me who has to prove myself…It’s YOU!
Hughes’ nostrils flare and his breath rate sharply increases, he quickly drops his title to the floor and hits Starr in the head with a swift forearm shot to the head. Starr stumbles backwards into the a nearby wall, Hughes charges at him once more and starts raining down blows on his rival. Starr fights back with a well placed knee to the midsection of Hughes that stops his momentum, Starr follows up with a stiff punch that draws some blood from the nose of Hughes. Starr grabs Hughes by the head and tries to throw him into the vending machine but Hughes blocks and grabs Starr’s leg and quickly Dragon Screws him into the vending machine, Starr collides horribly with the corner of the vending machine and clutches his knee in pain. Hughes grabs the long hair of Andrew Starr and drags him to his feet, he smashes Starr n the back with a well placed elbow to the small of the back before dragging him down the hallway and into one of the many catering areas located backstage. Starr struggles and manages to force one of his fingers into the eyes of Hughes, he quickly knees Hughes in the head as he is bent over and charges at Hughes, sending the pair crashing through a nearby catering table as ACW crew members look on in horror. Starr and Hughes slowly amble their way to their feet and continue their fight, trading blow after blow with neither man able to gain the upper hand. Their fight spreads all over the catering area as plates of food go flying across the room. Suddenly the pair are pulled apart by the rather large security force that has assembled, it takes a total of 7 men to drag Hughes and Starr off each other and separate them. The remaining security guards separate to reveal Kiley London who looks pleased with herself. She looks at Hughes and Starr with disgust as they struggle against the security guards.
Kiley: Gingerdude has been watching and is not happy, he wants to see you both in his office. NOW!
The security guards lead the pair in the general direction of Gingerdude’s office as the scene fades to black and the chaos dies down,
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:07:18 GMT -5
Segment: Kittens have Death-Rays [Random Titles FTW?] (Segment: Danny Mainer)
The scene opens to show Danny Mainer in his black suit walking smugly down the corridor towards his old locker room with a massive swing in his step and a huge cheesy grin plastered across his face. Danny pivots every couple of steps showing how bursting with energy is as he thinks about his glorious return. It was loud and it was awesome and now he returns to his locker room to take a chill pill but not in the literal sense, he’s not a stoner or anything. >_>. He’s not got a lot on his mind, just feeling proud of his achievements and now as he swaggers up to the door of his cheap locker room he reaches out with a right hand opening to open it.
The simple grace of twisting the handle is something that Danny can make spectacular. He walks in to see the room in a fairly nice state, in the room is a small TV with a couch and coffee table in front of him and on the opposite wall behind it is a cooker and some work-surfaces. The smell of food immediately greets Danny’s nose, looking around the room he sees a petite woman standing over the cooker looking down at what appears to be a chicken as it roasts inside the oven. Danny smiles as he looks over at Mei Feng Shinoda, his girlfriend. He sneaks over slowly as she doesn’t appear to have noticed he’s here. Danny is standing right behind Mei when he slowly puts his arms around her neck. Mei-Feng jumps but she turns around to see that it’s Danny and she’s calm again.
Mei-Feng: You scared the be-Jesus out of me! Don’t sneak up on me like that.
Mei-Feng pouts like a child while Danny holds her with his arms.
Danny: Aww I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist, your reactions are just funny.
Mei-Feng: I hate you sometimes y’know.
Mei-Feng gives a shifty eyes kinda’ look to Danny who in turn puts on a sad face but Danny quickly drops the face and looks down at the oven while continuing to hold onto Mei.
Danny: What’s cookin’ good lookin’?
Mei-Feng: Roast Chicken. Got the chicken fresh from my uncle’s farm over in Missouri.
Danny: Oh? Nice. You mind if I put some music on hun?
Mei-Feng: Sure why not?
Danny breaks the hug and turns around. He looks over at the wall opposite his door to see a ghetto blaster slung on the floor carelessly. He then looks over by the TV to see his CD rack. Walking over he pulls out a case while Mei-Feng watches his back suspiciously. Danny then grabs the CD of his choice and walks over to the boombox opening the CD compartment. He kneels down opening the CD case slipping in the disk before shutting the compartment. He then waits a few seconds as the gears start to whir before pressing the play button. Mei-Feng suddenly jumps to reaction.
Mei-Feng: Oh God you better hadn’t put that Armand Van Helden CD on! I swear to God I will burn the food.
Danny’s smile lights up on his face again as the sound of “Go Crazy” by Armand Van Helden feat. Majida. Danny then stands up straight, he jumps spreading his legs out putting his arms close to his chest putting his hands out in front of him like he’s about to give a chop massage and as the drumbeat kicks in he starts to do a box movement as is typical with the rave crowd while shifting his head forward repeatedly to the delight of the crowd who although can’t be seen are watching on the titan-tron.
Mei-Feng: Turn that crap off, I’ve got a much better album we can play.
Danny Mainer: PLEASE… don’t put on the Rick Astley… For the love of God, don’t.
Mei-Feng: No, it’s better then that don’t worry.
Mei-Feng walks over to the CD rack, vaulting over the couch with one hand she quickly scans it pulling out the CD she’s looking for before jogging over to the stereo, she bends down to put the CD in as Danny watches her. Mei-Feng slips in the CD called “Thunder in Paradise” by Scooter.
H.P. Baxxter: “Scooter! Back in the house. Yeaaaah. Get off your shirts and wait for further instructions. Starting the microphone business I have one message for the next decade. MOOOVE… YOUR… AAAAASSS! MOVE. YOUR… ASSS! HARDCORE!”
The rapid fast rave music kicks in as Danny and Mei-Feng engage in the box rave dance movement with the head sliding thing looking like total mentalists as they have a mad rave-session in the locker room.
H.P Baxxter: Come on! Keep it up! MOVE YOUR ASS! MOVE YOUR ASS! MOVE YOUR ASS! MOVE YOUR ASS! Ravers unite!!! Maximum respect to the whole European posse! Make some noise!!!
Mei-Feng does the behind back leg look dance move while Danny continues his box movement added with a crab-walk. Looks like something that ought to be on a YouTube vid. Eventually, Mei-Feng gets bored and lets go of her leg, slamming stop on the stereo while Danny continues to dance, lost in a hypnosis of Scooter. He comes to realization and stops before standing up straight with a sad look on his face.
Danny: I was getting into that…
Mei-Feng: Tough, we have things to do Danny. You need to start training again ‘cause you’re getting fat.
Danny looks protectively at his torso with a sad look on his face.
Danny: Lady, I’m fucking ripped. I’m not fat… I’m gonna’ watch TV all night and not talk to you ‘cause you’re gay.
Danny vaults onto the couch grabbing the remote from the coffee table switching on to see the fine entertainment that’s on it, he surfs through channels while a devious smile spreads across Shinoda’s face.
Mei-Feng: Fine, sit on your ass while I try out some new clothes in our room.
Danny: SOLD!
Danny flicks off the TV and vaults back over the couch following after Mei-Feng who heads after a set of lockers. Mei turns around and so does Danny looking at the camera man. Danny points.
Danny: Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Get lost!
The camera flicks off as we draw to a fade leaving the audience lost in wonder. What will Danny do now that he’s back in ACW? Will he conquer or will he crumble? Will he spi- wrong saying. And moving on. Danny’s road to the top is a long one but if Danny can keep up the attitude and not let shit get to him chances are he’ll make it. But it’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock and roll and it’s a long way to the top in ACW. Stay tuned and we’ll see how far the self-proclaimed Divine Grace of Wrestling goes.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:09:12 GMT -5
Segment: “Promo w/Reaction Guys v. 1.1”Credit: T-Kiss [Its been a very, very long time since Charlotte King has approached Thunderkiss for a backstage interview. Since she has been berated and insulted by him every time, she complained to management about avoiding him all together. They agreed. Assigning “TK duties” to Kevin Anderson, all was settled until now. With Kevin “injured” Charlotte has been forced into this moment in time, and her orders are to get a backstage interview with Thunderkiss. With great reluctance she approaches him, but the job MUST get done.] Charlotte King: Thunderkiss, may I have a word with you? Mr. 500%: Sure butterface, what can I help you with?[Charlotte is frothing at the mouth to just skewer Thunderkiss for his comments, but not wanting to lose her professionalism, she carries on.] Charlotte King: Signed contract or no, it appears you are back in the World Title hunt with the Chairman’s decision. You must really be excited about the triple threat match at Bloody Valentine. Mr. 500%: A triple threat match? Are you serious? You’ve got to be kidding me. You know I’ve worked hard for this company and sold more tickets than the entire roster combined. I am the most recognizable face in wrestling today and what do I have to show for it besides a big paycheck? Not much. Yes, money means a lot but the ultimate reward in this industry is to claim its top prize, the ACW World Title. Do you realize how many people come up to me on a regular basis and ask, “Hey TK, when are you going to be given a shot to win the big one?” Its aggravating to be asked that all the time but I can’t get mad at the people who ask it, because lets be honest, its such a valid question. If I were a fan I’d be scratching my head as well. Well if any of you watching at home ever meet me in the future, please save that question for the only people that have the answer, that being the last three World Champions.Charlotte King: So I’ll take that as a no .... Mr. 500%: You seriously have the GALL to ask me that question? Its just ANOTHER slap in the face of the career of Thunderkiss. Somewhere, somebody is laughing and saying, “yeah TK, you got your shot, but now you have to beat TWO men instead of one!” No, people have a habit of not making things easy for me, that’s for damn sure. Come to think of it though, I guess I don’t make things easy for anyone either so maybe its just karma. I mean, if someone was kicking my ass all the time I wouldn’t be happy about it. Sure, I’d man up about things and try to fight me back unlike some of these worthless hacks around here, but I sometimes have to remember that real men are hard to find nowadays. You should know better than I do on that one Charlotte! I’m sure its been a long time since a butterface like you actually got some man meat!Charlotte King *throwing microphone down*: God I *HATE* you. [Professionalism be damned, Charlotte walks away from him red in the face. Amused, Thunderkiss continues to shout things toward her as she walks out of sight.] Mr. 500%: I can help with that you know. I think Leeroy is looking for a date! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:09:59 GMT -5
Segment: Lightning doesn't strike twice Credit: Jon Taylor
Funny thing what losing your championship can do to you, isn't it? Some disappear into an abyss never return, some are happy to slide away down to the undercard and there are some - the true champions - who do everything in their power to regain it. Jon Taylor is the latter. Taylor isn't one to sit back and watch the person who stole his belt from him and parade around with it. No, Taylor is a man of action. That's why despite being told he had no rematch clause, Taylor didn't give up - oh no, it just gave Taylor more reason to prove he was the true champion. There was only one thing Taylor wanted to do, and that was to get his hands on the new "champion" Fallen Souls.
ACW returns from a commercial break, as per usual the crowd are already hyped from the action so far. The backstage area is pretty busy also, with the wrestlers socialising amongst themselves. Though, there was one noticeable exception; Jon Taylor. Taylor had been searching for fallen souls since being told the only way he could get his shot was for Fallen to request it, however luckily for Fallen there wasn't a sight of him.
Taylor can be seen standing in the interview section of the backstage area, in front of him is a camera and to the right of him is Bill. He is wearing casual attire as he isn't scheduled to compete on the show.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Fallen, Falllen, Fallen. Where are you, Fallen? Hiding? A true champion wouldn't hide. A true champion would defend their belt at every opportunity and against every contender put in front of them. But I realise Fallen, you aren't a true champion. You won the belt illegally, and as soon as get my hands on you, you'll have more than trying to get a rematch to worry about. Fallen, the longer you hide from me, the more I will become angered. And you don't want to see The Ultimate Competitor when he's angry, trust me. We can do this one of two ways, Fallen. You can either show yourself and give me the match I deserve, or you can keep hiding from me and only make your fate worse. I know which option I would choose if I were in your shoes.
Taylor pauses, his expression shows he isn't in a mood for messing around.
Fallen, make no mistake I am not in the mood for messing around. You should know by now that the title is the only thing that matters to me here. You should know that I will stop at no length to regain the title which you stole from me. You may have got lucky this past Thursday but I can guarantee that wont happen again. Maybe that's the reason you won't grant me my rematch. You know deep down in your heart that I am the better person. You know that there is no chance in hell in a rematch that you would be able to beat me. That's pathetic. If you were a true champion you would have granted my rematch without me having to request it - it is common courtesy. Oh, I forgot you aren't from this country, are you Fallen? No, you're not. Maybe you should read a book about it or something; god knows you're going to have a lot of time recovering from you injuries if you keep hiding. I have no qualms doing what I have to do to recapture my title. That's right Fallen, it is my title; not yours. It may be in your possession at this moment in time, but it won’t be as soon as I get my shot.
Taylor has a look of intensity in his eyes. His expression and body language show that he's a man that will do anything to get what he wants.
Fallen, sooner or later you will have to come out of hiding, and I can guarantee that it will not end up pretty if you keep this up. I have no hesitation in sending you "messages" so that you can't ignore me. You can't ignore what you can't beat. Ginger may have temporarily protected you by not giving me my rematch, but sooner or later you will have to get in the ring with me. Don't think that if you keep this up long enough I will simply give up, walk away and forget - The Ultimate Competitor never gives up - and I certainly never forget. Make this easy on yourself, walk out to the ring and accept my challenge. All you're doing at this moment in time is prolonging your fate. You can't ignore fate. Do the honourable thing, Fallen. You and I both know that this is going to go down sooner or later; don't risk your whole career over one match. You saw what happened to Silencio, didn't you? I destroyed him; I beat him up so much that he had to quit wrestling due to his injuries. You don't want to follow him, do you? You don't want to end up not being able to walk or being able to play Football with your kids, do you? I thought not. Well, do the right thing. Give my rematch.
Taylor pauses; he runs his hand through his hair. The look in his eyes isn't one you would normally associate with a mentally stable person.
This isn't fun and games, Fallen. This is the real world. You don't keep championships on luck. Last week you won it on luck, i'll give you that - but as soon as you defend "your" title your luck will run out. You have to face the facts; I am better than you in every department. Despite the loss I proved that last Thursday. I dominated you the entire match, the only reason you won it is because you got lucky with a counter. Just because you have the title now doesn't mean that the match is going to any different - apart from me winning of course. There is a saying Fallen; lightning doesn't trick twice. And as soon as I get my shot I guarantee you that that lightning will not strike twice.
Taylor's face has gone red; his eyes are wide open, as far as they can be. Taylor looks intense, determined and ready to take his title back from the new champion.
Fade.
------------------------------------------------ Segment: Fuck it, we're going deep.
Credit: A.Starr & Jonny Hughes --and for the last time, keep your fucking hands off me. I know where Ginger's office is just well!Starr, we're almost there, give it a rest already![/i] Our scene fades into Gingerdudes' office, with the voices of Andrew Starr and Jonny Hughes heard from outside the room. This noise perks Ginger's attention and the camera moves from him to the door, which doesnt stay closed too much longer. In fact, its opens a half-second before the camera is able to get around to it, and the first visual seen is Starr and Hughes trying to force their way into the room first. Quite comical, if it werent for the accompanying dialogue. [/i] Starr: Get the hell out of my way Hughes, I'm the Light-Heavyweight Champion!Hughes: Yah, unearned! Now make way for a REAL Champion.Hughes pushes Starr behind him and forces his way forward. He gives a small chuckle and moves into the room. Starr regains his balance and lunges forward towards Hughes, only to be caught by Security once again. Hughes looks behind him and gives another chuckle. At this very moment, Ginger bolts up from his chair. Gingerdude: THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH, SIT! NOW!Both Starr and Hughes give eachother a distainful look before reluctantly sitting in the two chairs on opposite sides of the room, glaring holes through eachother. Not a word is spoken by any of the men in the room for a number of seconds, and you couldnt cut the tension with a lightsaber. Finally, a voice. Its Ginger. [/i] Gingerdude: Seriously. What are you guys, in high school? All these backstage fights, vocal bickering, and bullshit like this is good television and all, but at some point, it just becomes rediculous. Week in and week out, security tearing you two apart. Starr, you have a title, why do you continue to try to destroy Hughes? Starr: Because. Its not about just having a title, its about representing the titles meaning to the best of ones ability, and I will guarantee to you that Hughes is in no way an entertaining champion. I'm just trying to right a wrong. Also, fighting Hughes is the best way to prove to the rest of the lockerroom that I deserve this Light-Heavyweight Title. I havent defended it yet, and I keep getting shit for it just being given the title. Its like all these young wrestlers dont even know the lineage of the title belts anymore...Gingerdude: Ok then, seems fair enough. And Hughes, what do you have to say? Hughes: Starr is meddling in a cause thats not for him. He claims to be more entertaining, but thats most obviously not the case, as you can still see from the title on my shoulder. Hell, he cant even win his own championship belts anymore, has to have is dear friends give them to him. Starr is obviously afraid to defend his title, afraid of losing it only a few days into his run.Starr: I aint afraid of shit, Hughes! I havent defended it yet cause I was only made aware of this less than a week ago. And your last defense? Well, I do believe that it was against me... and how did that turn out again?Hughes: With me getting another notch in the win column.Starr: Oh sure, you got the paper win. But, in reality, who walked out of the ring? Who held their head up high? Me, thats who! You only won by a disqualification, something I didnt need do, but I found it more entertaining this way. And isn't that what you are supposed to be doing as the Entertainment Champ? I would think so, but you werent very entertaining during that match, so I livened things up a bit.Starr smirks smugly while he keeps staring through Hughes. (Seriously, its much more scary to be stared through then at...) Hughes rolls his eyes, pats at his belt, and laughs coldly at Starr. [/i] Hughes: Funny thing about titles. They have to be defended. And seeing how you have had yours for nearly a week, and the rule says it must be defended every two, well, you must be very close to needing a defense. I know Im close, but I got that covered. You, however, must defend it soon.Gingerdude: Oh we got that covered as well. But, what Ive called you both in here for is to discuss Bloody Valentine. Now, both of you will be defending those titles. And it will be against very worthy opponents indeed. In fact, you know them very well, and have been through great matches with them before. And the match itself will be a groundbreaking event. Hughes: Wait what do you mean match?Gingerdude: I'm getting there. This match will be monumental for ACW. For the first time in ACW history, we will be having a one-on-one, winner take all title unification match! Starr:WHAT!?Hughes: WHAT?!Gingerdude: Yes, Ive come to the decision that this between you two has gone on long enough. We will finally settle this, and what better way then a double title defense? On one side, the Entertainment Champion, Jonny Hughes, and the other, the newly crowned Light-Heavyweight Champion Andrew Starr, fighting eachother for one bigger and grander title! Starr: But what about the prestigious lineage of my title? I dont want it to come to a halt and collide with the Entertainment Title, not only myself, but many others have made this title what it is today!Ginger: Dont you worry about that. All that you need to worry about is at Bloody Valentine, two champions will walk into that ring, but only one will leave. Its like the American Football saying "Fuck it, we're going deep." You two cant get along enough to even get through a door civily, so we're going to take one last shot for all the marbles. You win, you get all. You lose, and thats all she wrote. Now, get the hell out of my office, and dont be fighting like you normally do. Starr and Hughes give eachother a hard stare before standing up to exit. Starr exits first, slightly pushing Hughes out of the way. Hughes rolls his eyes and exits, closing the door behind them. Scene fades. End Segment.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:10:35 GMT -5
Segment: Those Must be STRONG Beer Goggles Credit: Wayde Russeller and Jake Cheng The camera is in the back where Wayde Russeller is stumbling through the hallways, who is eyeing a water cooler. He goes over to the water cooler and starts peeing on it. Just his luck, Chairman Gingerdude happens to be walking by at this moment and stops and stares in disbelief.Ginger: Wayde.....WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ? WR: Howdy Gingie! My bladder needed a little relieving so that’s what I'm doing, Can I just say that this company has THE weirdest toilets I have ever seen?Ginger: Yes, well that makes sense...being that you’re pissing on the WATER COOLER!! Wayde looks down at the water cooler.WR: OOPS!Ginger: STOP IT RIGHT NOW! PISS SOMEWHERE ELSE! Russeller turns away, still peeing and splashes it all over Ginger shoes before zipping up. Ginger jumps back in disgust.Ginger: You've only wrestled ONE match and you came out drunk as a skunk! You are THIS close to getting fired! You better make a change and FAST before I boot you out the door I found you at! Ginger storms off and Wayde just chuckles. He opens the cooler and pulls out a beer. He cracks it open and goes to turn and walk but bumps into none other that the ACW World Champion, Jake Cheng, nearly spilling beer on him.Jake: Woah, buddy, watch where you are going. And this area is for superstars only, you better get your drunk ass back to the stands.Wayde: Sorry partner! I'm a wrasssler here, Wayde Russeller! And who might you be?Jake: The Asian Extraordinaire. Jake ChengWayde: Blake Weng?Jake: Jake Cheng.Wayde: Naked Stain?Jake: Jake. Cheng.Wayde: Make Change?Jake: You’re a drunken moron.Wayde: OK, we seem to be misunderstandin each other so why don't I just call you Ping Pong.Jake: You know, you really should learn the name of your World Champion. Disrespecting me probably isn’t in your best interest if you want to stay in the company longWayde: O so yer the champ around these parts huh? Well you may be the wrestling champ but on Meltdown, I was the champion of the ladies! I gots me a supermodel!Jake: Wow! How many drinks did it take you to knock her out? Or did you use roofies instead?Wayde: Well...yea she was fine as matter affect here she comes now! Hey Kitty! Come here and meet my new friend Ping Pong!Jake feels a single shake in the ground below him, and then more follow. They start to come in a patterned succession, almost like foot steps. Just then, a very large woman comes around a corner and snuggles up against Wayde. He puts his arm around her waist, but it kind of becomes invisible as it sinks into her layers of flesh. Wayde makes out with her for a little bit until Jake interrupts,Jake: Umm, before you two start going on and before I throw up, can you tell me if a girl my height, black hair, and..umm.....skinny, walked by?Wayde: Nope. Now don’t bother me, I’m wit my supermodel gurl.Jake: I didn’t know they had double plus sizes, let alone double plus size models!Wayde: Hey! Champ-e-on, watch how you talk about my women! What are you talking about any hows? She is a hot lil dixie.Jake: There is nothing little about that.Wayde: Hey man, there is enough of her to share if you want it.....Jake: Well, you got THAT right. I’m actually looking for that other girl, so I’ll let you take care of this...thing. Have fun.The Quadrinity walks around the massive girl that hangs on ACW’s newest superstar, rather quickly as a matter of fact to continue his search for Kirsten Carter. Wayde takes another swig of his beer.Wayde: Man everyone here is kinda crazy baby. They need to unwind with some beer.Wayde turns directly into the camera, and then stumbles back and uses his behemoth girl to regain his balance.Wayde: Cuz EVERYTHING is better with a beer in your hand!! C’mon baby, let’s go get somethin’ to drink. I’m thirsty.Wayde manages to put his arm around the colossal woman, and struts down the hallway, occasionally taking a drink of his beer as the scene fades.Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:11:07 GMT -5
Alone Time Jay Zero [/size][/b] We open up to the backstage area with Jay Zero sitting on a table with his face buried in his knees and hands. Just then Charlotte King walks up and gently pats Jay on the shoulder. [/center] Charlotte: Jay? Slowly, he picks his head up as if it weighs 200 pounds. He looks over at Charlotte with a sparkle of shame in his eyes. [/center] Charlotte: Jay – I was wondering if I could have just a moment of your time. Jay Zero: Mehhhh He puts his head back down and Charlotte scrunches up her lips to one side of her mouth. She then leans back in towards Jay. [/center] Charlotte: Jay, I promise. I won’t take that long. Please? A few seconds pass and then Jay lifts his face up into the bright, cruel world once more. [/center] Jay Zero: Fine … What is it? Charlotte: Well without a doubt, I’ve noticed, the backstage crew has noticed, and most importantly the fans have noticed that you just have not been yourself since the arrival of Nicholas Savich and Limelight. Why is that, Jay? Jay Zero: No more questions. He swings his body around to jump off the table but Charlotte blocks him in. [/center] Charlotte: Jay, you can’t just keep hiding from the media! You can’t live a life in hiding! You need to open up, so let’s start that right here and right now, okay? Jay looks at her and then swings his hair up out of his eyes. [/center] Jay Zero: …. I said: No. More. Questions. He drops off the table and begins to walk off away from Charlotte King. To try and stop him, she then lets out a smart remark. [/center] Charlotte: Well then---I guess they were right. You have gone soft. Hah, and to think that I actually had the nerve to think otherwise. He stops right in his tracks. [/center] Charlotte: Well good luck in your match against Jonny Hughes. Let’s hope he doesn’t take advantage of this new weak spot of yours too much. Jay slowly turns around. [/center] Jay Zero: Wh----what did you just say? Charlotte: What? About you going soft or Hughes making you cry like a little baby? Jay Zero: That’s it… A vein in Jays neck begins to pop a bit and he snarls his mouth in anger. He charges up towards ACW’s lovely announcer and begins to get a bit pushy. [/center] Jay Zero: I’m sick and tired of having to hear nobodies like you and the rest of the world thinking they’re better than me and telling me that I’m a piece of trash now! Last time I checked, I’m Jay Zero goddamnit! Calling me trash isn’t really an insult, but more of a compliment for yourself because FINALLY, you’re compared to somebody as beautiful and gorgeous as me! Charlotte: Well I can see that your attitude it back. Now what about the rest? Your last two matches have been defeats. One at Ragnarok thanks to the help of Limelight, and just previously, a loss to BK London. Do you plan on turning that around tonight? Jay Zero: Do I plan on it? DO I PLAN ON IT CHARLOTTE?! OF COURSE I PLAN ON IT! ACTUALLY---NO! FUCK THAT! I’M NOT “PLANNING” ON A WIN, RIGHT NOW, I’M GUARAN-FUCKING-TEEING IT! YOU HEAR ME?!? Charlotte backs up a bit. [/center] Charlotte: Oh I hear you quite clearly—but please, try to emphasize saying it and not spraying it. Yuck! Charlotte wipes off her face and Jay shakes his head. [/center] Charlotte: But back to what you just said---it sounds like you’ve regained that confidence that you’ve been lacking lately. That sure is an improvement. Jay Zero: Improvement? The hell?! Charlotte what much IS there to improve?! I’m JAY ZERO! There’s little to NO room for improvement! And let the record state, BK London got LUCKY on Thursday! There was no way in hell that would have happened if I hadn’t just gone through some emotional things! Charlotte: Pardon me for asking---but what emotional things? Jay Zero: Didn’t you see Charlotte?! I just GAVE MY LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AWAY! All the memories and moments holding it in my arms were running through my head! I was in another world during that match and I only woke up seconds before I saw BK’s boot planted right into my jaw! There’s nothing I could have done! Charlotte: Well actually, there is! Jay Zero: I don’t think you HEARD ME! So let Jay Zero repeat what he said! There was NOTHING that I could have done! BK caught me in a daydream! Charlotte: Well Jay, I still think there’s something that could have been done. You simply could have kept the Light Heavyweight Title… Charlotte smiles and Jay just stares at her. [/center] Charlotte: So that makes me also wonder: Why? Did Nicholas Savich hit a nerve or something? Did he intimidate the “Great” Jay Zero? Jay interrupts her. [/center] Jay Zero: NO! NICHOLAS SAVICH HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT! IT WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT, COMPLETELY MY OWN CHOICE! Charlotte: But what about the record? It stands at 150 days by our World Champion, Jake Cheng. When you handed over the title to Andrew Starr---you stopped your reign dead in its tracks at 130 days. You were only 20 days away from tying the record Jay. Jay Zero: Jay Zero doesn’t NEED a stupid record like that! That proves nothing about how talented and skilled I am! Just look at the past record holders! Ok, let’s see here! Uhh----oh! Here we go! International title record holder! THE SENATOR! Steven Phillips! Pfft! ‘Nuff said! “Rudo” Kudo? Ugh. Yoko Satoshi? The last two aren’t even in ACW anymore! That should say enough about them!
Point is, Jay Zero is bigger and better than any stupid title reign could EVER be. I don’t need something like that to make a record. Jay Zero’s entire life is already history in the making! Before Charlotte can respond and Jay can turn away, Nicholas Savich walks onto the scene behind Jay. [/center] Savich: Well-Well-Well, looks like somebody’s back to their normal self. But Jay, when did I EVER allow you to speak to the public?! HUH?!? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD PET AND DO EXACTLY AS I SAY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! - BAM! – Out of nowhere, Jay pops Nicholas in the chin with a viscious right hand. He goes crashing to the concrete floor, holding his chin tightly in pain. The crowd cheers for Jay as his vein begins to pop out a bit more and he leans over Nicholas. [/center] Jay Zero: How about you shut up for once and start to listen to me? I’m the superstar around here, not you. I’m the loved one around here, not you. I’M THE PERFECT TEN AND NOBODY, ESPECIALLY YOU IS EVER GOING TO CHANGE THAT!
….. I don’t care what you or Limelight do to me anymore. You’re a lying, hypocritical piece of shit that spits on the reputation of Portland Pro Wrestling and all of its stars! Nick, you don’t own me, and you never, ever—EVER will! Jay spits on the clothes of Nicholas Savich. [/center] Jay Zero: So go home and STAY OUT of my business! Charlotte looks down at Nicholas as he rolls on the ground while Jay turns around and walks off the scene. Charlotte shakes her head as the shot begins to fade out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:11:30 GMT -5
Segment: Hunting down Mrs. Red (credit: Red)
A camera fades in to the Reds’ locker room. Mr. Red is nowhere to be found. The camera scans the room and comes to a stop on Mrs. Red. Her back is to the camera. She is apparently unaware of it as she is in the process of changing her clothing. She just finishes putting on her shirt and starts to reach for her make up bag when there is a loud bang on the door.
??: I know you are in there, Mrs. Red. I also know that your man isn’t close enough to protect you from me this time.
Mrs. Red is frightened by the voice of Gabriel Peters on the other side of the door. She begins to look for a place to hide as the doorknob turns and the door begins to open.
Gabriel Peters enters the room. He looks around to find no one in sight. He has a look of confusion on his face as he walks around searching for Mrs. Red.
Peters gets a little pissed as he finds nothing in the room. He starts to leave the room before he hears a whimper from behind a closet door in the back of the room. He turns and glares evilly toward the door.
Gabriel: I know where you are at. Not only can I hear your breathing, but I can hear your heart beating. I can smell your fear that fills this room like smoke during a fire.
He pulls his gun out from the back of his pants.
Gabriel: Now that I have you, I will end you without thinking twice.
The camera fades out as gun shots can be heard in the locker room.
FADE OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:12:19 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Jonny Hughes)
For the second time this evening we see a Senatorial Stable versus Entourage match up. This time it involves the current Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes take on the third longest reigning Light Heavyweight Champion in ACW history Jay Zero. The pair have faced off before, with Hughes being on the winning side both times, but have not faced off in a singles match in ACW.
The match starts at a frantic pace, with the pair matching each other move-for-move with armdrags and snap takedowns which is punctuated by the customary Indy ‘pause for applause’. The pair move to the centre of the ring and Hughes holds his hand out for a Greco-Roman knuckle lock and despite giving up 25 pounds in weight to the Entertainment Champion, Zero accepts the invitation and the pair begin testing their might against one another, Hughes decides to take a shortcut and stomps down hard on the foot of Jay Zero before quickly executing a Northern Lights Suplex which he bridges into an early pin attempt for a 2 count. Hughes keeps hold of the Greco-Roman knuckle lock and rolls to his feet, dragging Jay Zero up with him, he delivers a quick headbutt to Zero before overpowering him and managing to hit a modified Butterfly Suplex, holding onto the knuckle lock in the process.
Zero rolls to his feet quickly and fires off a few kicks to Hughes, who releases the knuckle lock in an attempt to guard himself from the kicks, Zero sees an opportunity and leaps into the air, hitting a quick hurricanrana takedown. Zero then takes advantage with some high flying lucha moves (I don’t know a lot about lucha libre so I won’t elaborate too much here). He ascends the top rope quickly and waits patiently for Hughes to get to his feet, when Hughes turns around he catches him with a picture perfect Flying Crossbody that he follows through with a pinfall that gets a near fall. Zero wastes little time and quickly gets to his feet, he grabs Hughes and hoists him in the air and hits The Crucifixion. He covers…
ONE..
TWO..
Th-Kickout
Zero quickly gets to his feet and drags his foe to his feet, he quickly hoists Hughes up onto his shoulders and calls for the Zero Darkness. Hughes has the move well scouted and manages to slip out of the hold and land on his feet behind Zero, he spins him around and hoists him in the air for the Burden of Excellence, Zero manages to deliver a hard knee to the head of Hughes in mid air which forces Hughes to drop Zero who quickly hoists Hughes up and hits the Zero Darkness which he follows up with a pinfall attempt.
ONE..
TWO..
THREE..
Meltdown Winner: Jay Zero
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:12:52 GMT -5
Segment: Joke time is over (Credit: BK London)
As the scene opens from the interviewers area in the back, the first thing we see is a shot of BK London's face looking up and the crowd goes absolutely wild. As the camera slowly pulls out, we see none other than ACW's female correspondant, Charlotte King, ready to knock out another interview.
Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen, Charlotte King here, and I am standing next to BK London, who will not only be facing World Champion Jake Cheng at Bloody Valentine, but "Mr. 500%" Thunderkiss himself. What do you think about this situation that Chairman Gingerdude has booked?
BK London: You know I'd be lying if I didn't say at first I was a bit skeptical of this becoming a Triple Threat Match. I mean, I'll be in the ring with two men that ABSOLUTELY hate my guts. Two men who I've faced before, and are probably anxious to get into the ring with me so they can kick my ass all over the ring. But then I really thought about it Charlotte. I've beaten them both before. I've accomplished everything both of them accomplished, and did it better I might add. I've been in this kind of situation before, a Triple threat match for the ACW Championship - seem familiar right? It should. And while I didn't exactly come out the victor in that match, I've learned from my mistakes, and I promise you that this time BK London will be the one with his hand raised as the victor.
Charlotte: Strong statement, but what if -
A voice can be heard getting gradually louder from off camera, as if someone was approaching BK London.
??: Wait a cotton-picking minute, where's in the HELL is my interview?
BK London: Oh god..
??: That's right BK, the wrestling god is here, and his name is The Libertines!
The Libertines steps on camera to quite of bit of heat from the fans in the arena tonight. He's sporting a brand new pair of sunglasses and actually has his hair gelled back, as if her were some superstar.
BK London: And what the hell are you doing here?
The Libertines: Oh I'll get to you in a second BK, but first..
He quickly removes his glasses and turns his attention to ACW female interviewer, Charlotte King.
The Libertines: You heard the question Charlotte, where the hell is MY interview? The Libertines has a big match in just three days against BK Lamedon over here..
BK rolls his eyes at the absolutely LAME insult.
The Libertines: ...and yet The Libertines hasn't been booked in a match recently, not even given an interview. Do you not respect The Libertines? Do you not respect the present and FUTURE of ACW? I've been watching a few of my Robert Roode & Chuck Palumbo tapes and I know how to get respect I deserve from a woman. So don't make me -
BK steps between Charlotte King and The Libertines, putting the brakes on any altercation that could stem from Libertines' rant. Charlotte runs off from the scene and only the two fierce competitors are left standing.
BK London: Shouldn't you be preparing for that match on Thursday?
The Libertines chuckles to himself.
The Libertines: I should be asking you that same question. I've been training hard, and come this Thursday - Valentine's Day - I will defeat you BK London. I WILL WIN!
BK London now chuckles to himself.[/i]
BK London: You keep telling yourself that The Libertines. You keep believing that, because the fact of the matter is, whether you train for 2 weeks - 2 months - 2 years! TWO CENTU-
The Libertines: NOOO!!!
There is much rage beneath the voice of The Libertines as he stares at BK London, now getting red in the face.
The Libertines: THIS IS NOT A JOKE! I AM NOT A JOKE! I AM SERIOUS! I AM SICK OF EVERYONE THINKING ITS SOME FORGONE CONCLUSION THAT I WILL LOSE TO YOU! I WILL NOT LET YOU! OR ANYONE ELSE LOOK PAST THE LIBERTINES, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
There is a bit of silence from the crowd, and BK London himself, as they're taken back by this sudden outburst by The Libertines. Breathing hard, he stares into the eyes of BK London, not backing down at all while BK London stares right back at him.
BK London: ..Not serious, huh? Libertines, I am taking you very serious come this Thursday. For a month now, you've been popping up like a pimple on my face. You show up at the worst time possible and you attempt to make me look much more worse than you think I am. Well this Thursday - February 14th - I will pop this pimple once and for all. I will pop it and watch the pus flow from it. Don't make a mistake about it Libertines, I am taking you very seriously. And in the First Blood match, you'll see just how serious I am.
No more laughter. No more jokes.
BK London and The Libertines stare down one another for possibly the last time before their match this Thursday. BK steps off camera and leaves The Libertines standing alone, fuming.
It's going to be one hell of a match come this Thursday.
BK London vs. The Libertines III: First Blood.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:15:38 GMT -5
Segment: Chief Inspector Taylor Credit: Jon Taylor
Taylor can be seen in his locker room. He is pacing up and down, his expression and body language suggests he isn't in the best frame of mind. He appears to be thoughtful, possibly coming up with a plan of sorts. Bill can be sitting down on a steel chair in the corner of the room. He appears to be worried at the state of Taylor. Taylor looks to be in a trance like state, as if he is in a world of his own.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Are you ok, Jon?
Taylor continues to pace up and down, acting as there is no one else the room. Bill looks concerned
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Jon?
Taylor suddenly stops, he stands still and looks confused. He looks over to the direction of where the sound came from.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
...what?
Bill seems unsure of how to approach Taylor.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Are you ok?
Taylor looks a bit surprised at this question
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Yes, apart from losing my championship, im just fine and dandy thank you.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Your behaviour is starting worry me-
Taylor interrupts Bill mid sentence, he looks to be insulted by this comment
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Im sorry if im not all laughs, but I doubt you would be either. Now, instead of trying to question my sanity, help me work out how to get to Fallen Souls.
Bill sighs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Im not sure going after him would be the best plan of action-
Once again Bill is interrupted mid sentence by Taylor.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well, how else do you expect me to get my title back?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I don't know...but do you really think you're going to find him tonight? He may not even be in the arena for all we know, you could wait-
In what seems to becoming a habit of Taylor's he once again interrupts Bill mid sentence.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Wait? WAIT!
Taylor pauses momentarily
I have no time to waste. The longer that little shit holds MY title, the longer he will get away with STEALING it from me.
Bill sighs, he decides that he may as well not bother questioning Taylor in his current state of mind.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, what do you have in mind then?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
We must become Fallen Souls.
Bill appears to be confused.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Im sorry...what?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Do I have to say it twice? WE MUST BECOME FALLEN SOULS!
Bill still looks to be confused by Taylor's statement
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I don't follow.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
There's an old saying - which judging by your age you should know - that to find the person you are looking for you must BECOME the person.
Bill doesn't seem to appreciate Taylor's comment about his age.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Ah, you mean thinking like the person?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
BINGO, WE HAVE A WINNER!
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
So, if YOU were a little shit named Fallen Souls where would YOU hide?
Bill hesitates before answering, he appears to be a bit unsure of how to answer.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
The last place you'd think someone would look?
Taylor has a beaming smile on his face
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Exactly!
Taylor pauses
And where would you not to expect to find the little shit?
Bill doesn't look to be too sure where Taylor is going with this
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Um, in the crowd?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No, he’d get spotted like a black bird in a flock where all the other birds were white! No, it's simpler than that.
Bill shrugs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, what is your conclusion then Sherlock Holmes?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
He's in the Senatorial Stable locker room.
The expression on Bill's face shows he's suprised
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Pardon me for interrupting, but wouldn't that be the first place you'd expect someone to look?
Taylor's grin becomes wider
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
That's the beauty of it! He won't be expecting us to be looking there, plus he can probably fit inside one of the lockers.
Bill sighs
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I don't think he's THAT small.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
He's Asian, of course he is!
Bill appears to be still unconvinced
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, what's your masterplan then?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
We go in there and talk it out man to man. Im sure he'll understand.
Taylor's plan doesn't look to be appealing to Bill
Bill Wright | The Trainer
And if the rest of the stable is in there, then what?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
We run like the WIND!
Bill frowns
Bill Wright | The Trainer
But what will that accomplish?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
That he's a pussy that can't fend for himself!
Taylor appears to believe his plan is flawless
Bill Wright | The Trainer
But aren't we the ones runn- nevermind.
Bill pauses
Well, are we going to put the plan into action or what?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
OF COURSE! To the Taylor mobile!
Bill's frown returns.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Um, you don't have a Taylor mobile?
Disappointment appears on the face of Taylor.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Ah, you're right. I guess we'll just have to walk.
Bill with a scowl on his face gets off of his chair
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Im too old for this!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:16:44 GMT -5
Segment: 2nd Place Champion...Oh Wait, You Lost (Credit: Jake Cheng)
What does it take to be a champion? Heart. Determination. Commitment. Dedication? These are all things which are considered to be important for a champion to possess. Oh shit, I forgot one piece...damnit what was it? It was the one thing you didn’t have. Heart? No, I said that one. TALENT! That’s the one. Only one man was capable of possessing those four skills and forgetting to find the fifth one during his fifty-nine day reign. That champion is Jon Taylor; otherwise known as the Ultimate Chump. Adequately named, if I could say so myself. What...what’s that...it’s not chump? The Ultimate Competitor? Well that works also. Jon Taylor certainly knows how to compete; it’s the winning part that needs more work.
This man is nothing compared to Jake Cheng, who might as well be called The Ultimate Champion. Only one man in ACW history has as many ACW title reigns as Jake Cheng, and that happens to be BK London, but that’s beside the point. Jake’s illustrious career at ACW has brought him gold, money, fame, and most of all, a love for the sport. The Asian Extraordinaire does whatever it takes to win, and actually wins. Tonight, only one woman gets in his way from win number 90, Alicia Laureano. So naturally, Jake is preparing for his match...
Jake: I have a match tonight, and I’m still so fucking bored!
In the 14K Triad locker room, the ACW World Champion and his bodyguards lounge around. Lee Yang makes a sandwich, while Wing Yin watches Monday’s Warfare.
Wing: This is bullshit.
Jake: What?
Wing: This Jon Taylor. Talking shit about you and Asians in general.
Jake: Well, Wing, that is what you come to learn about ignorant and incompetent Americans. They tend to believe what they see in movies and shit like that. Hold on, I love this part.
Taylor: You see, what are Jonny Hughes and Jake Cheng compared to me? Nothing, that's right nothing.
Jake: Oh, that’s classic. It is weird that you think Hughes and I are nothing, because we are the only two champions who managed to hold on to our titles last Monday. Sure, you may spout some bullshit about me not defending it, but it’s harder than you think in this business to be booked in a simple match.
Wing: Why would this guy even be calling you out in the first place?
Jake: Got me, Wing. I mean, he is probably just angry that is in a second place champion. Well, was a second place champion. Now he is the first place nothing. So congrats Jon Taylor, you are now among the ranks of Hunter, Franchi$e and Kabane. You are the newly appointed King of the Rejects, where in your kingdom of losers and wannabes, you rule! Now would you please rule you kingdom in peace before I have to send these two dogs to tear you limb from limb. I better go get ready for my match.
Jake gets up walks to the other room and closes the door as Taylor’s face fade outs on the television set.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:20:31 GMT -5
Segment: “Home Invasion” Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia [It is Monday Night at the Laureano house. Both husband and wife are gone at work but their residence does not sit alone. There lying on the couch is their new “houseguest” Anna Sommers, watching Warfare transpire without her presence. Her new style of life is wearing thin on her (as well as the heads of the household) as she yearns to be out amongst the public again. Be that as it may, one would say it would not a wise choice to venture out side at the moment for enemies are most certainly a foot. Unfortunately for Ms. Sommers, she is soon ready to learn that her current position is just as dangerous.] ~!~CRASH~!~ Anna Sommers: What was that? [The sound of something breaking emanates from the upper level of the house. Obviously curious, Anna rises from the couch and hobbles her way upstairs. Feeling a bit paranoid, she moves slowly down the upstairs hallway, peaking in and out of rooms as she walks. Reaching the end of the hallway, she comes to the final room in the house which happens to be her current living area. Flipping on the lights in the room, she is instantly started by the first thing she sees, that being a broken window on the far wall.] Anna Sommers: Oh my G- JOYTOY: Gotcha! [Leaping out of the shadows is Joytoy. Lunging onto her victim, Joytoy easily knocks Anna to the floor and then proceeds to straddle her. Showing no mercy, she begins to bludgeon Ms. Sommers with both her fists, working her over so she can get a clear, uninterrupted shot at her stomach. Now lets make one thing obviously clear: Anna is no fighter. However, when your life (or lives in this situation) is on the line, pure adrenalin can overcome even the greatest of odds. That said, the adrenalin running in Anna’s body gives her the strength to toss Joytoy right off her body with so much force that she actually leaves a dent in the wall where she lands. Knowing she won’t stay down forever, Anna quicky gets up onto her feet and scurries out of the room, tossing obstacles behind her to block Jt’s path.] Anna Sommers *panting*: Oh God, oh God, oh God! [Hoping she can reach the downstairs phone in time, Anna goes as quick as her pregnant feel will carry her and needless to say that’s not very fast. One would think it would be impossible for her heart to race any faster than it already is, but hearing the guest bedroom door open and the sound of Joytoy’s feet running behind her, it nearly thumps straight out of her chest. Leaping off the last step, she is at last on the ground floor. Now just inches away from the phone, she reaches out for it only to be pulled away at the last second by Joytoy with a handful of her hair.] Joytoy: No! More! RUNNING! [Using that same handful of hair, Jt takes Anna and catapults her into the HD Tv that hands from the living room wall (Latino’s going to be pissed)! Luckily for Ms. Sommers, she gets her hands up in time to block most of throw’s force but hits hard enough to blow the TV’s screen clear out. Streaks of blood leave a trail from the TV to the floor where Anna now lays, fighting to stay conscious with every breath.] Joytoy: Ah, there it is - the look that I’ve been waiting for, the look of complete defeat. Now that I have broken your will, I will break your womb! [Joytoy looks around the room and grabs the closest sharp object she can find - AK’s 2007 Face of the Year award. Kicking the door of the trophy case open to seize it, she now turns the sharp end toward Anna and takes off running.] Richard Parker: MEOW! Joytoy: AAHHHHHH! ~!~CRASH~!~ [As she rushes toward Anna for the “death blow,” Joytoy runs across the only member of the Laureano family she didn’t account for tonight - Richard Parker. Tripping right over him, Joytoy completely loses her balance and goes flying head first through a window. Landing hard on the cold, frozen ground, the heavily lacerated Jt knows when she has been beaten and thus retreats back into the night. Laying both scared and injured on the living room floor, tears streak from Anna’s eyes as she has finally lost the will to fight.] Anna Sommers: I can’t keep doing this. I can't go on! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:21:11 GMT -5
Impromptu Match: Hunter vs. Skurai (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights slowly dim and Philip quickly enters the ring, causing the fans to begin cheering loudly.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. The stipulations say that if Hunter wins, he will be allowed to wrestle for the ACW World Championship at Bloody Valentine. If, on the other hand, Skurai wins, then Hunter is FIRED!
The fans cheer loudly for this announcement.
Philip: So, introducing first, from Sacramento, California, he is a former ACW World Champion...SKURAI!
"New Noise" hits the speakers as Skurai makes his way out to the ring. The fans cheer his first appearance on an ACW show for a long time, and he poses randomly to let them know he's just as pleased. He slowly rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, waiting for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Rochester, New York, also a former ACW World Champion...HUNTER!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers, but the fans do not greet Hunter in the same way as they greeted his opponent. Hunter stumbles around drunkenly as the fans boo him viciously, but he simply ignores them. He rolls into the ring and does not get up for a few moments, until eventually the referee kicks him up.
Bell Rings.
Skurai looks across at Hunter, who can hardly keep upright, and shakes his head. Hunter slowly extends his hand for a hand shake, although very sloppily, and motions for Skurai to grab it. Skurai sighs and slowly comes forward...and then it all happens in a flash. Hunter perfectly grabs Skurai's arm and pulls him forward, spins around him, and quickly rolls him up. The referee's reaction is instant, and thankfully for Hunter, the referee is not in a position to see him lean on the ropes. And then it's all over.
Philip: I...well...I guess...here is your winner...HUNTER!
"No Sympathy for Fools" hits the speakers again as Hunter promptly rises to his feet, perfectly even, and leaps onto the turnbuckle. He raises his arms triumphantly while the fans boo loudly and while the referee is forced to keep Skurai at bay. Hunter signals to the people at ring side, and after a moment he is handed a microphone. He grabs it and looks around gleefully, and then finally speaks.
Hunter: So as I recall, no wrestler has ever won an Oscar. So that may very well make me the first one to do so, no?
The fans boo again as he jumps into his trademark pacing.
Hunter: I guess one could argue that what I did was dishonest. But let's be frank, I had very few choices in the matter, no? We don't have any sort of rematch clause, but I KNEW I could get that title back. I just needed the opportunity. So why not have fun doing it? And oh boy did I ever. I usually hate Coke, but I love it now that I realize it looks exactly like beer in the proper bottle. But I'm certain Ginger wasn't too happy about finding out.
He chuckles.
Hunter: But long story short? Come a couple of weeks from now, I'll be wrestling for MY World Title. And I will win it. Jake got lucky, and he sure as hell won't get lucky again. Thunderkiss? He's just a dime store joke, I don't really care what you say about us never having a proper one-on-one match. And London? We'll see. And by we, I mean myself, Jake, and Thunderkiss. Because London will be too damn blinded by that title to have any sense. And that's my favorite time to strike.
He smiles as he lightly scratches his cheek.
Hunter: I guess the thesis here is I won. And I will win. And I will ALWAYS win. And there's nothing any of you can do about it.
And with that, he drops the mic, completely ignoring the boos around him as he slowly heads backstage. He has certainly won this round, no one can argue against that fact. But can he win the final and most important one?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:24:07 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Southern Grilling (Credit: Mainer/Wayde & Chris LaMarr for their lines) The scene changes to show a split-screen perspective of two men walking down different corridors backstage in the arena. The one on the left is the recently returned Danny Mainer in his jet black silk suit, white dress shirt with yellow tie and the other is someone completely unfamiliar to the audience in a dark green blazer, black trousersand a golden yellow tie with small black ovals on it. Danny is looking smug as he swings his arms while the unknown man slicks back his hair with a smug grin on his face. The two are walking down what appears to be two corridors leading right into the same crossroad. Danny and the unknown person seem to be heading for somewhere. Danny spreads his arms as he walks out into the intersection posing but the other guy seems to have had the same ideas. The two crash right into each other. Danny being smaller tumbles to the floor while the other guy just stands back clutching his jaw. Neither men is happy about this incident. Danny quickly pushes himself to his feet to save him any embarrassment. : What are you doing?!Danny: What the Hell is your problem jackass? Why don’t you watch where you’re walking you assmuncher.: Assmuncher? Is that the best you could come up with chumpstain?Danny: Chumpstain? What are you… two years old? And this is coming from some pathetic stage-hand who never made… wait.Danny looks the man up and down seeing his fine suit and his natural confidence. Danny: You’re no stage-hand. You’re a competitor, who the Hell are you?: I’m "The Fatal Infection", Chris LaMarr, watch your fucking tone wuss, I'm a god in the eyes of these people, and looking at you your just some peasant. Mind as well tell me what your name is?Danny: They call me Danny frickin’ Mainer thank you very much. I dunno who the fuck you are but you’ve got about 10 seconds to explain why I shouldn’t KO you here and now.Chris: You knock me out? Bitch you wouldn’t last 9 seconds in that ring.Danny: Oh yeah?! You want me to prove that you sissy bitch?!Chris: I'm gonna love this! Show me what you got you homo!The 2 lock eyes as Danny and Chris get in each others faces giving each other evil looks. Danny & Chris at the same time: I’m the best damn thing in this industry and no matter who the fuck you are I’ll kick your pasty ass until you scream for mercy! Danny & Chris look at each other almost horrified. All tension has been completely destroyed. A smile spreads across both their faces as they look into each others eyes. Chris: Chris LaMarr, The Fatal Infection.With this Chris LaMarr throws his hand out to Danny offering a handshake. Danny: Danny Mainer, King of Vegas.The two share a firm hand-shake looking at each other like it’s a mirror. Chris & Danny break the handshake looking at each other examining details about them such as hairstyle, face fuzz and attire. Chris: That suit…Danny & Chris: Bermini Custom Tailors? Danny: Yeah, how’d you know?Chris: Shop there myself, it’s where I got this beauty made.Danny sniffs the air smelling a strong scent coming from Chris. He then sniffs himself. Danny: What’s that your wearing?Chris: Beat.Danny: Throb.Danny & Chris: Lynx Pulse! Danny: That’s amazing, the suit and the deo thing. Next thing you know you’re going to be saying that your favourite food is…Together: Shrimp Scampy. Danny and Chris both flinch at the similarities between them. Chris: Christ, that’s mentalist.Danny: I know. Hey listen, stick around with me Chris I’ll help your career take off. I could use friends like you.Chris: Eh why not. Allies can’t help.Danny: Totally… you need someone cool around to deal with all the shit here. I mean yeah it’s fun kicking ass in one of the grandest stages of Pro Wrestling but some of the talent here is just dire!Danny and Chris look around and they see a stage crate. Danny walks over and pushes himself up so he’s sat on top of it, Chris joining him. Chris: Oh yeah, like who?Danny: Well you’ve got the Senator Steve Phillips. He’s like me in the sense he’s a great big technical wrestler but that’s ALL he does, he doesn’t make it exciting. Rest Hold after Rest Hold after Rest Hold. Retarded, and then there’s a Hitman who’s like a big guy. He’s a complete ass. We had a fight like forever ago and his girlfriend got smacked on the stairs when he had me beat. It’s just like what the fuck? When you have The Great Danny Mainer out for the 3-count you take advantage of that, it’s a rare situation.Chris: I see what you’re getting at.Danny: I know. But if there’s one thing that pisses me off about ACW? It’s the new talent…A figure starts to appear round the corner starting to walk around to where Danny and Chris are sat on the crate but the others do not know. He stumbles up behind them listening to their conversation. Danny: Can you believe this Chris? They hired this guy called “Wayde Russler” and he’s like a total hick. Pure trailer trash, no doubt inbred. This little Heath Ledger rip-off is an alcoholic as well. Probably dangerous and NOTHING is worse then a drunken inbred. I mean seriously, if you wanted to hire someone from the Southern States you could’ve at LEAST hired someone who isn’t a drink aficionado. I don’t wanna step into the ring with that guy, not because I can’t beat him but chances are I’d have wasted my time making my entrance and by the time he gets halfway down the ramp he’ll be KO’d from inebriation swallowing his own sick like some tacky rock and roll singer.A set of two hands slap the crate as the creeping figure appears between the two revealing himself to be the man of Danny’s rant, Wayde Russler. Danny damn near shits his pants leaping off the crate. Danny: Oh shit, how long you have been there buddy?Wayde: Actually, I don't really know how I got here let alone how long I've been here. But I did hear what you had to say about me and ya know what partner? I ain't liking it too much. Danny takes a step back as Wayde walks around the box getting in his face. Danny: Well excuse me, someone shouldn’t be eavesdropping on people…Wayde: Well it wasn't that hard seeing as you are a loud little lady. Are you loud for your boyfriend here? Danny: Well listen buckaroo. Why don’t you mind your nose out of other people’s businesses before I smack you right in your overly large jaw, inbred.Wayde gets right up into Danny’s face, his eyes into a fury. Wayde: Now that ain’t called for… partner. Danny: Screw it, I don’t need your opinion, Chris let’s get outta’ here we’ve got a tour to go on. This ain’t over Wayde. I’ll be damned if it is.Wayde: Ya'll come back now you here [Danny & Chris walk off leaving Wayde behind as we draw to a fade.]
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