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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:24:41 GMT -5
Segment: Finding his lady in fear (Credit: Red)
A camera fades in to show Mr. Red walking casually into his locker room. As soon as he enters, he slows down with a worried look crossing his face. The smell of gun smoke consumes the room. Red begins fearing the worst.
Mr. Red begins to walk around the room to observe any damages. He walks over to the closet door and freezes dead in his tracks when he sees bullet holes in the door. Red starts shaking and his eyes begin to well up as he slowly reaches out to the closet door.
Red opens the door and sees his fiancée curled up in a ball on the floor. She is crying and shaking but otherwise, unharmed. As soon as she sees that it is Mr. Red at the door, she races out of the closet and right into his arms.
Mrs. Red: Why won’t he leave us alone?
Mr. Red: Because he is hell bent on paying me back for what I done.
Mrs. Red: Can’t we do something about this?
Mr. Red: I am going to seek help. I will end him before he does anything else.
Red pulls out his cell phone and dials in a number. After a moment he starts talking.
Red: Dude, I need your help…….yea…….no, I can seem to get rid of him…….yea, she is here…….he shot at her but she is fine…..no, no I said “at her”………ok, we are on our way.
Red hangs up his phone and wraps his arm back around Mrs. Red as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:25:22 GMT -5
Match 5: Jason Freeman vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Jon Taylor)
"Ugly" by The Exies hits on the P.A system, the lights dim, and Jason Freeman appears through the entrance curtain. A cocky Freeman puts his arms up and looks into the crowd. The crowd respond accordingly with boos. Freeman, deciding he's had enough of the boos begins to walk out onto the ramp slowly. The chorus of the song hits and the lights turn back on and begin to flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off to accompany it. Freeman walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp. As he approaches the ring he stops to pose once more before sliding into the ring to await the arrival of his opponent.
Once again the lights out, the opening chords of "Are You Ready Yet" by Children of Bodom begins to blast out of the P.A System. The lights now begin to flicker on and off until a spotlight appears on the centre of the entrance. Starr can be standing there with his back to the ring, he has his title slung over his shoulder. As he spins around to face the ring Starr taunts Freeman in the ring, as well as the crowd. After deciding he's done enough taunting for one entrance he begins to make his way down to the ring. Starr reaches the ring and grabs his belt off of his shoulder and slides under the ropes to enter the ring. He hands his belt to the referee and looks set to compete.
The Bell rings
Match start: The match starts off with the two men deciding to circle each other before rushing in and exposing themselves. Starr appears to be the more confident of the two, which isn't surprising considering he's a champion now whilst Freeman is on a two match losing streak. The two men decide to stop pansing around and look to get the match started properly. They lock up in the centre of the ring, in a battle of strength. After a few moments of trying to hug each other Starr gets the upper hand with a sharp knee to the stomach. Needless to say a winded Freeman bends over and gives Starr an opportunity to capitalise. Starr decides since has no moveset he may as well use one of the most commonly used moves in the industry, yes the DDT! Freeman's head is driven straight into the mat and a confident Starr looks to go for an early pinfall. Unluckily for him Freeman is a resistant one and kicks out at 2! Starr, annoyed at Freeman kicking out picks him up by the scruff of the neck and drags him to feet. Freeman now recovering from the DDT attempts to wriggle free, but Starr is having none of it! He drags Freeman over near to the ropes and hits him with a head butt, yes that's right a HEADBUTT! My god, Starr is the epitome of a technical wrestler. Anyway, that's enough of Starr - on with the match! As Freeman crashes down to the floor he has a strange idea that if he puts his head on the ropes he'll be saved. That's wrong of course, and Freeman is met with a complementary foot across the neck. Of course, this is illegal, but hey this is Starr, he is a champion god damn it! Starr being the polite gentlemen he is breaks the count at 4. The referee orders Starr to stand back to let Freeman up, much to the disgust of myself, i'll have you know! Anyway, not to get distracted from the task at hand, on with the action! After being allowed to get to his feet, Freeman has the cheek, that's right, the CHEEK to land a dropkick on Starr sending him to the canvas. What an ungrateful bastard I say!
Middle point: The middle point of the match appears to be dominated by the cheating son of a bitch otherwise known as Freeman! Yes, that's right I said that cheating son of a bitch! Poor Starr, I feel for the guy you know, he has the honour to let his opponent up and he gets jumped! Well, sort of! Oh, fuck im at it again. ANYWAY, on with the action..again. Right, so Freeman with his lack of technical prowness proceeds to try and choke out Starr, but is only able to manage a chinlock. But, Starr like the warrior he is has none it, that's right none of it! Starr looks like he is about to power out of it, but just when you thought Freeman couldn't be any more of a cheating bastard/girl he slaps him! THAT'S RIGHT HE SLAPS HIM RIGHT ON THE FACE! Needless to say, this gays out Starr who falls down to the canvas once again - the last place I would want to be in the ring with Freeman, may I add! This time Freeman opts for a modified eye gouging camel clutch, which may I add should be illegal! However, like the trooper he is Starr once again battles back. Deciding he isn't good enough to finish Starr on the ground, Freeman decides pull Starr up by the hair - yes the hair! How rude! And drags him towards the centre of the ring. Freeman releases poor Starr and bounces off the ropes in an attempt to hit a running bicycle kick, but no! Starr scouts the move and moves out of the way, this sends Freeman jumping like an irish folk dancer towards the ropes, Starr like the mastermind tactician he is capitalises and hits Freeman with a clothesline which sends both men to the outside of the ring!
Match end: As both men crash to the outside it clearly takes a lot out them. It takes awhile for either man to attempt to get to their feet. Both get to their feet at the same time, though Freeman appears to be the more dazed of the two, as he should be! That was a fantastic clothesline, if I do say so myself! Starr capitalises on Freeman having stars in his eyes (LOL GET IT?) and smashes Freeman straight into the floor with the STARR SPIKER! Ah, but wait - that's not just it. Starr in no mood for messing around returns the favour to Freeman by dragging him to his feet by his hair and lifting him above his shoulders and dropping him straight onto the barricade. Freeman recoils in pain and reaches for his ribs as he bounces off of the barricade and falls to the floor. Starr with a smile on his face taunts before throwing a sorry Freeman back into the ring. Starr tells Freeman to get his sorry ass up, it takes awhile, but he does! A dazed and dizzy Freeman stands in the centre of the ring waiting for Starr to pounce - and that he does - with the Moshpit Slam! You can hear Freeman cry out in agony as his spine says hello to the canvas. Starr taunts to signal the end is near - and I can confirm it in fact is! Starr like the predator he is stalks his prey, with his eyes not moving from Freeman. But, what is this? Freeman isn't moving? Starr, as confused as you and I at this turn of events walks over to the body of Freeman to examine him, only to be met with a HUGE eye gouge from Freeman. The bastard was playing possum! Who'd of thought it, eh? Freeman fighting smart? NOT I THAT'S FOR SURE! However, Starr now blinded from the eye gouge wanders around the ring helplessly. Freeman with a huge grin on his face gets to his feet, he poses which further irritates the crowd - and me for that matter! Freeman waits until Starr wanders towards him before striking Starr with a kick straight to the stomach. Taking advantage of this Freeman hits the Journey's End, which unfortunately for us spells the end of the match! Not able to get his shoulders up (or see them for that matter) Starr lays on the mat like a ragdoll.
Winner: Jason Freeman
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:26:49 GMT -5
Segment: “Shadow Farm - Part 4” Credit: FSX/T-Kiss WHAT IS... [shadow=red,left,300]SHADOW FARM?[/shadow][/center][/size] Seattle, Washington 2/5/08 11:45 P.M. [Its late, he’s tired and he just wants to go home. Though these are all comforting thoughts, the drive of his curiosity will not allow him a moments rest. After finding himself lost on a numerous occasions, he has managed to make his way to Lake Union Park without a second to spare. Eerie how things work out like that, isn't it? Not knowing where he needs to exactly go, he hopes that his unknown target is in earshot as his only hope to find him is to bellow out. It helped that he wanted to yell anyway.] FSX: HELLLOOOO? Is there a robot in the vicinity? I have come for your secret information! I'm the one you talked to on the phone! In front of Tagruato? You know? That evil drink company! ?: Hush, you are drawing attention upon yourself, a most unwise move considering the circumstances. [FSX spins around to the source of the voice. Standing in front of him resides something straight out of a pulp fiction novel from the 1930's. Dawning a black trench coat, a top hat of the same color and a red scarf that flows through the cold night air, this mystery man is most certainly the one who has beckoned FSX here tonight. He sure looks cool, though he is no robot. Aw.] FSX: So your human after all! Who are you, mysterious guy? ?: A friend. You may call me Mr. Mumbles. FSX: Wait...what? Mr. Mumbles: I said my name is Mr. Mumbles. FSX: Well that's a stupid name! Why couldn't it be something cool, like 'Deepthroat'. Or 'Swallows' or something! I mean, you don't even seem to be mumbling! At least play to the character, guy! Mr. Mumbles: My name is not what’s important! Just be happy I'm helping you, alright?! The question at hand is ... what’s IN Thundergy?!FSX: Really? That's a coincidence! I've been trying to find that out for the last couple days! Mr. Mumbles: It is no coincidence. The quenching of your thirst for knowledge is soon at hand. [Mr. Mumbles’s gloved hand reaches into his trench coat and pulls out an envelope. In a sign of symbolism, he takes the envelope and places it in FSX’s right hand.] Mr. Mumbles: But be warned, your quest for the truth has now caught the eye of Tagruato, and in turn, my own. You are now a target Mr. Souls. Those in your position have a habit of “vanishing” into thin air, if you follow me. I guess the key point is that there going to come and get you. FSX: So wait a second, you KNOW what's in the drink, right? Mr. Mumbles: Of course. FSX: So wouldn't it save alot of time if you just told me? I mean, I've got other things to do. Mr. Mumbles: The truth is so unbelievable you must see it with your own eyes. Also, if I told you the truth that would mean this story would come to an abrupt end in the next chapter, and we cant have that, can we? FSX: I suppose you have a point. All those paying attention to it would make some kind of suicide pact if it didn't last to the PPV. [FSX breaks away from the conversation for a moment to examine the contents of the envelope. He pulls out a large piece of paper and unfolds it, revealing a map of the South American country of Ecuador.] FSX: I don't like where this is going..What does Thundergy have to do with Ecuador? [Oddly enough, Fallen Souls hears no mumbling response to his reaction of this startling discovery. Of course, it wasn't as if the man was mumbling anyway. As his eyes look up from the map that resides in his hands, he sees nothing but emptiness in front of him.] FSX: Hey, it's rude to leave without giving me more clues! Come on! [Unnerved at Mr. Mumbles “Batman” shtick, FSX stands alone in the park and examines his surroundings. Not helping the matter is a couple of wild eye bums giving him the once over, and at that moment he decides to make an exit as well. Sitting in his rental car, he pulls out the map once again and begins to examine it in detail. Now having the adequate time and light to examine the map more closely, FSX notices a red X drawn just north of the city of Montalvo with the word Horsapiosa written next to it. Being the master of the 24th letter, Fallen Souls knows the exact purpose for the X, but sadly cannot say the same for the text. Before being enticed further a few questions cloud his mind... Could “Mr. Mumbles” actually be a Tagruato plant? Why Ecuador of all places? What the hell is a Horsapiosa? Ah yes, these questions certainly do need answering and the weighing the rewards against the risk he comes to the only appropriate response.] FSX: Someone else can do this... [One APPROPRIATE response!] FSX: Then again, who else would? To Ecuador! [Oh not so fast Mr. Fallen Souls! You must first return back to the airport to catch a flight back to the isle of ACW, where you will eventually become International Champion! Not as if that wasn't obvious before! Unfortunately, your time to celebrate will be short and sweet for a few hours you will be on a plane headed to South America where you will finally come face to face with the truth. In a delayed form most likely. In fact, I suspect this to be only a new beginning!] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:27:30 GMT -5
Segment: Sending a message Credit: Jon Taylor
After formulating a plan he considers to be perfect, Taylor can be seen walking the corridors of the backstage part of the arena. Bill follows him behind, his expression shows that he doesn't have full confidence in Taylor's plan - if any. They appear to be a bit unsure of where to go, as they go past the different doors they glance at them to check what they lead to. Bill appears to becoming a bit frustrated with going around in circles, and stops momentarily. Taylor carries on for a few steps before realising that Bill isn't behind him.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Why'd you stop?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Instead of going around in circles, don't you think it would be a better idea to go to reception and ask them to show us where it is?
Taylor looks shocked
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No, that would be a terrible idea!
Bill looks confused
Bill Wright | The Trainer
..why?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Because it would alert them!
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Alert who?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
The Senatorial Stable of course.
Taylor looks surprised that Bill would even suggest it
Bill Wright | The Trainer
But Jon-
Taylor interrupts Bill.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No we must do this alone! We must be silent like ninjas!
Bill Wright | The Trainer
...oook.
Bill's confidence in Taylor's plan and mental health seems to be lowering even more.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Now, follow me. They have to be around here somewhere.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Fine.
As Taylor sets off again a reluctant Bill follows him. As they walk down the corridor Taylor pulls something out of his pocket.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What's that?
Taylor smiles.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
A map.
Bill's frustration changes to anger
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What the fuck! Have you had that all the time we've been looking?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Of course, im not a magician!
Bill looks about to tear his hair out
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Why didn't you use it before?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I thought we'd look too conspicuous walking around here looking at a huge map.
Bill sighs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Can you just look where we have to go already.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What do you think im doing?
Taylor pauses.
You appear to be losing your eyesight in your old age, Bill.
Bill mutters under his breath
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I won't be the only one losing my eyesight in a minute...
After looking at the map for a moment or two a cheery smile appears on the face of Taylor.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Ah, there it is!
Bill looks to be in a bad mood now.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
It took you long enough.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
At least I can see the map!
Bill scowls.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Alright, looks like we kept missing a turning. We have to follow this corridor round and then take a right and then it should be down there on the left hand side.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Lets get going then.
Taylor stuffs the map into his pocket again and sets off once more. Bill as always reluctantly follows, though he seems to be more focused on just getting it over with now. Surprisingly it appears Taylor's directions were correct, as the two men approach the turning they can see the plaque on the door that says "Senatorial Stable".
Bill Wright | The Trainer
There it is.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
SHOOSH!
Bill looks confused.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What?
Taylor lowers his voice.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
We don't want them to hear us, do we?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Ah, no. Lead the way then.
Taylor nods, Taylor heads towards the door way, Bill tip toes behind. Taylor approaches the door and knocks on it. There is no response from anyone inside. Taylor knocks again. Once again there is no response.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I KNOW you're in there Fallen, get out of your cupboard!
Bill smiles.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I thought it was a locker.
Taylor frowns.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Same thing!
Taylor puts his ear next to the door to try and hear if there is anyone inside.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
He's in there, I can hear him!
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well just open the door.
Taylor attempts to open the door, only to find it is locked.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It's locked.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Oh great, we spent all this time looking for it only to find it's locked.
Bill appears to be more annoyed than angry.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Stand back.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
STAND BACK!
A confused Bill stands back and jumps out of the way. Taylor himself stands back - but instead he puts his back against the opposite wall. Taylor takes into a run and shoulder blocks the door. The door collapses on impact and is knocked clean off of it's hinges.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
FALLEN I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!
Taylor enters the room, a hesistant Bill follows.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I can hear you Fallen!
Taylor pauses.
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Steve?
Taylor jumps as the voice comes out of nowhere.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What, who's there?
The man appears, he seems unsure of who is standing in front of him
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Is that you Steve?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No, I am not Senator Phillips, you idiot!
Taylor seems to be surprised of the dimness of this man.
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Oh...who are you?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
None of your business!
Taylor pauses
Now tell me where Fallen Souls is!
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Oh...um...I don't know.
Taylor appears to becoming angry
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Bullshit! You're in the same stable for fuck sake! Now, tell me where the fuck that little shit is!
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Who are you?
Fitsharris looks to be getting under Taylor's skin
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
This is your last chance, tell me where Fallen Souls is before I make you!
Fitsharris looks confused
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
What happened to the door?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
That's it!
An extremely irritated Taylor lunges forward, he grabs Fitsharris in a modified clinch position
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Now, tell me where the fuck he is hiding before I knock your teeth into next week!
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
Where who is?
Without a moment of hesitation Taylor smashes Fitsharris in the forehead with a huge knee. Fitsharris's legs buckle beneath him and blood behinds to spurt out of the huge cut Taylor has opened up with his knee.
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
What the fuck man!
Fitsharris reaches for his forehead to examine the damage, as he begins to feel the blood dripping down his face an anxious look appears on the face of Fitsharris. A dazed Fitsharris slowly struggles to his feet.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Now, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to do that again?
Fitsharris looks both dazed and confused, and seems unsure what to say
Kevin Fitsharris | The Capitalists
..he's not here right now?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
WRONG ANSWER!
Taylor once again lunges forward, but this time he catches Fitsharris smack on the temple with an elbow strike. Fitsharris is knocked out cold in mid air as his legs buckle and he lands in a giant heap. Taylor begins to head back towards the door where Bill is standing.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
So much for silent like ninjas.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I decided to go with another method.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Which is?
Taylor doesn't look too pleased with the turn of events.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Leave a message for Fallen.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
It doesn't like he is going to be talking much.
Taylor sighs
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It'll do. Now lets get the fuck out of here before the rest of them turn up.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
That's the smartest thing you've said all day.
The two men exit the room; Fitsharris still looks to be completely out of it and is now lying in a pool blood from the wound Taylor left him.
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:29:42 GMT -5
Segment: Pursuing the title, not the belt.
Credit: A.Starr As we return to the arena, the Alphatron comes to life. On it is Starr, with a dark background, the Light-Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder with the name Andrew Starr gleaming on the nameplate. You know, the usual. Starr: The Light-Heavyweight Championship; this title has been with ACW since the beginning. Sure, its gone through some superficial changes, but it will always have the same lineage. More specifically, it will always have just one original holder. Me. Sure, I also have gone through some superficial, but who doesnt over four years? Fact still remains that I was the first Light-Heavyweight Champion. Jay Zero, I'm not one hundred percent on the details of why you had to drop your title to me, but I do know that you were correct when you said I was the most deserving. And, in all truth, this title could use some old school work on it. I will get to that in due time, of course.Starr shifts the title from one shoulder to the other before continuing. [/i] Starr: Of course, there are many of you I'm sure wondering what Im going to do next. Well, to be quite honest, that is none of your business. But, since many of my fellow wrestlers have already given me signs that they are looking to maim me, I'll let everyone know here and now. I still fully intended to take Hughes out. 'But Starr, you have a title, isnt that enough for you?' Ha, what many of you people dont seem to realize is that I crave isnt just a belt, I crave the title that the belt encompasses. You see, right now, Im the Light-Heavyweight Champion. That title is already on my resume for now a third time.[/color] Starr laughes smugly before patting the title and continuing. Starr: Sure, it’s awesome. But, it’s more then just about repeat holdings. Its about the different titles one can be known by. Sure, you can be known as the guy who was the 'Twenty Time Entertainment Champion' but that means that when you retire, you have lost that same title twenty times. Now, if you can say that you are a 'Former Light-Heavyweight, Tag Team, and Entertainment Champion' then you can say that you were more... whats the word... impactful in your stay in ACW. That is the making of a truely successful wrestler.Starr takes a moment to drink from his water bottle, take a breathe, and then continues on. [/i] Starr: Anyways, back to Hughes. His title right now is Entertainment champion. And, last I remember, Hughes is anything but entertaining. So, I believe that we have a slight misrepresentation of title. A mistake I will be glad to fix. And, I promise, I will be doing so real soon. I had my chance to win the title, but I decided I wanted sacrafice my win for the sake of entertainment. Slightly delayed my plans, but it made my point. But now, Ive done my entertainment part, now just to destroy Hughes and take away his title. And, I promise, the next time that Hughes and I meet in the ring, he will be taking his last steps!Starr finishes with a mean streak in his voice, the last words intended to be seared into the brain of Hughes, and the scene fades to black. End Segment.[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:30:22 GMT -5
Segment: Love kills (Credit: BK London)
As much as it seemed like a simple coincidence that the two managed to bump into each other last Thursday on Meltdown, it was one of the hardest moments for BK in recent memory. Since his return, he has dodged question after question about his whole divorce. About the whole situation with Kiley Johnson and his kids, but he knew with Kiley around, it was only a matter of time until things came out into the light.
When he stared at his ex-wife, nostalgia set in for him. All he could think about was the loving moments he spent with Kiley, and every moment that rushed through his head made him start loving her again - for that split second. Then the final moment with Kiley rushing out of the house reared its ugly head. It was the worst moment of his life. Moreso than breaking his leg. Moreso than losing a World Championship. Moreso than losin. Something inside him had died. And while he put on the facade of everything being ok two nights a week from, 8-10, when the show was over and the spotlight dimmed he was a shell of his former self. He stood a man with a broken heart.
The scene opened up with BK London sitting down on a chair while staring at something from his sports bag, but once he heard the door knock he quickly dropped it right back into his bag and turned around. Chairman Gingerdude stepped through the door, which quickly grabbed BK's attention.
Gingerdude: Is there a reason why you called me here? If it's about changing the Triple Threat Match tonight, my decision is final.
BK London: No, it's not about that, it's about something a bit more serious to me.
Gingerdude: Oh?
BK London: I have something to ask of you.
Gingerdude: Well make it quick, I have other business to attend to.
BK London: Fine. I want Kiley gone from ACW.
Gingerdude: Excuse me? I finally have a load of work off my shoulders thanks to her, and you want me to give that up? The answer is no.
BK London: Listen Ginger-
Gingerdude: - No, you listen. I don't care what personal stuff you have against her, with her being your ex-wife, but you have to put that aside for now. You have to learn to get over it. You have to learn to co-exist in this company, got it?
BK London: You know what? Fine. But I'm going to get a few things off my chest, I'm no longer going to be held back by what happened between us.
Gingerdude: Ok, shoot.
BK London: Now? Oh no, Thursday on Meltdown. Everything will come into light and no more will I have to avoid questions. It ends this Thursday.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:30:51 GMT -5
Segment: Phone Tag (Credit: Jake Cheng and Michael)
After combing through the arena, Jake Cheng plops onto the couch in the 14K Triad locker room and pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. He quickly clicks through his contact list, he dials the one labeled “Kirsten”, and turns on the speakerphone.
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Ring*
*Click*
Kirsten: Hey, it's Kirsten. Sing me a song, and I'll try not to sing out of tune.
Jake lets out a sigh but quickly inhales when he hears the tone.
Jake: Hey Kirsten, it’s Jake. I was just calling to make sure everything was ok. It’s very unlike you two to miss two possible training days in a row, so I’m well, checking up on you. Hope everything it ok. Oh, and did you get the flowers? I hope that kid I paid didn’t take them. Well, hope to hear from you soon. Bye.
*Click*
Putting his phone back into his pocket, the ACW Heavyweight Champ gets up and lets out a massive sigh.
Jake: Match time.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:31:15 GMT -5
Segment: Hungover Credit: Wayde Russeller The camera is focused on Wayde Russeller’s locker room. The door opens and Wayde stumbles out wearing big sunglasses and looking like he got hit by a truck. He lowers his sunglasses a little but the light practically blinds him and quickly slides them back up to fight off the evil light. He walks forward very cautiously sliding his hands along the hallway walls to direct him where to go. He stops for a hot second and puts his hands on his knees.Wayde: Man, is this what sober people feel like ALL the time? Again he starts moving hanging on to the wall. He approaches another locker room and gets his face very close to see who's it is. The camera pans over it to reveal Ginger’s name. He raises his arm and knocks three times, jumping back with each knock as the sound waves hit his head like a pile of bricks.Ginger: Come in! Wayde opens the door and falls through. Ginger runs over and helps him up.Ginger: Wayde, you look like hell! How many times are you going to harass me while you’re drunk?? I'm calling the security! Wayde: No Gingie hold up! I'm not drunk anymore. Ginger: You’re not? Wayde: No, I wish I was ‘cuz sober hurts. Personally I don't know how you survive feeling like this all the time Ginger: You know, you’re still an idiot, but I respect you for stopping drinking. May I ask why? Wayde: Well you gave me this opportunity and I don't want to blow it. I'm quitting the drinking. Ginger: Well I'm proud of you. You know what? On Meltdown I am going to give you a ceremony to celebrate this new found Wayde Russeller! Wayde: Well thanks Gingie. I can't wait. Ginger: Ok now go get some advil and relax, that "Sober pain" will go away. By the way, where is that Kitty girl you've been walking around with? Wayde: I have NO clue, I took a nap in my locker room and she was right next me, when I woke up, she was gone and some monster sized lady was laying next to me. Wayde turns and walks out of the locker room leaving Ginger laughing and shaking his head as the camera fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:40:13 GMT -5
Match 6: Jake Cheng vs. Alicia Laureano
Once again, ACW has packed a vast amount into its allotted running time, and the fans are well pleased. All we need now is a kick-ass main event… and out in the main arena, that’s precisely what’s about to take place. Lots of kicking is guaranteed… as is, presumably, a suitable amount of ass, if you like that sort of thing. I know I do, Jake’s is particularly well sculpted… wait, did I say that out loud?....uh, look! Confucius on a skateboard!...Phew, I think I got away with that one…
Anyway, in the ring, Philip is displaying his mad skillz.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s main event is a non-title intergender match, set for one fall. Introducing first, from London, England… Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune!
”I’m a Bomb” hits with authority, and AK comes out to a warm reception from the fans. She strides to the ring, the atmosphere soothing her stresses and priming her body for the action to come. She hops over the ropes and gets up on the turnbuckles to let the fans get a photo or two before returning to the centre.
Her music is replaced by “Second to None”, and the fans roar as the Quadrinity appears on the ramp.
Philip: And her opponent, from Hong Kong, China, he is the reigning ACW World Champion… the Asian Extraordinaire, Jake Cheng!
Respect. It’s the one thing above all every superstar craves, and just because you hold the belt doesn’t mean you automatically get it from a discerning crowd. Jake walks down the ramp to a mixture of cheers and boos, but that’s not what’s important – what is is the fact that every pair of eyes are on him. This is now truly his ground, his kingdom.
Regardless of what may lie ahead, tonight the world is his…
Entering the ring in his own time, he holds his belt aloft, and moves around the corners, leaving no one in any doubt as to his intentions. The title itself may not technically be on the line, but Jake thinks, moves, and acts as if it is. There is a pause of precise and perfect measure as he sets eyes on his opponent, and the crowd, as if they weren’t hyped up enough, just get louder.
Joey Reynolds takes the belt with due reverence and passes it to the outside, before signaling for the bell.
Bell Rings.
Top of most people’s “scary list” is the sight of an angry man who knows Kung Fu, yo. Jake, naturally, has had proper training in the martial arts, and is therefore scarier than just about anything – with, it seems, the exception of a woman who’s spent two weeks listening to another, prettier woman insinuate that her bum is big. The result is a shedload of kicks in double-quick time to start things off, which then gives way to a grapple; in most matches such a move would be a mistake of titanic proportions, but tonight clearly both Jake and AK fancy their chances. Demonstrating that they’re well-matched in terms of brute strength, a stalemate seems inevitable until with devastating speed Jake releases and twists into a leg sweep which knocks AK down on her back. He follows up with a leg drop, and goes for the first pin of the match, getting about a 1.5 before AK kicks clear.
Both are up on their feet in the blink of an eye; they circle fast, before AK abruptly throws herself into the ropes, accelerating rapidly and birnging Jake down with a crossbody. Swinging her legs up, she attempts to apply a choke; Jake recognizes the threat in this, and responds by kicking AK hard in the back with his free foot. He has to do it three times before AK lets go and jumps up; she runs to the ropes and uses them to launch into a high backflip, which Jake ducks under. The second she lands, AK whips around with her foot extended; Jake catches it and reverses into a spinning kick of his own, which connects- but as she falls, AK turns over to land on her front, and with Jake perfectly positioned having hit the mat hard himself, she grabs his ankle and applies the Catch-22. Jake isn’t far from the ropes and immediately mobilizes his strength to reach them, but the effort takes a chunk out of his reserves.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:40:40 GMT -5
At that very moment, 5000 miles away from the ACW arena, Kirsten Carter walks into her hotel room, wearing nothing but the towel that is wrapped around her body. She throws her room key onto the bedside table and turns on her phone. The female superstar turns on the TV, conveniently to ACW Thursday Night Meltdown, where the ACW World Champion makes his way down to the ring. She can't prevent the modest grin that flashes across her face. She almost blushes at her lack of self-control. The phone on the table vibrates, displaying a “1 New Message” notification. She opens her phone and listens to the message as Jake pulls himself up using the ropes for support.
She watches his progress and listens to Jake’s message. When she finishes, she dials a bunch of buttons and holds the phone up to her still damp face.[/i]
Kirsten: Hey Jake, sorry I missed you, I was taking a hot tub. I haven’t been around the arena because I went on a business trip with Dwight to scout some new talent for Fallout's women's division. Anyway, I’ll be back at the arena on Thursday so I’ll try to catch up to you then. I appreciate your concern. It's definitely flattering. I got your flowers too, very nice touch with the daffodils. Thanks a lot, and I'll see you Thursday.
*Click*
She places the phone back down and sits on the neatly made generic hotel double bed, and turns to the TV, where the man that has certainly been at the top of her mind for the last few weeks exchanges blows with a red haired woman...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:54:57 GMT -5
It's probably co-incidence that Jake begins to take the upper hand at this point; forcing AK back into the corner, he steps up his attack until she can no longer remain vertical, and slides to a sitting position. The crowd knows what it wants now, and Jake decides to oblige on this occasion with an impressive Bronco buster; AK looks dazed as Jake pulls her clear of the ropes and pins for a 2. Never short of a turnaround, however, AK rams her palm upward into Jake’s chin, snapping his head back and breaking his focus; this gives AK enough time to get up, and she returns the favour to Jake in kind by using her Spin the Bottle technique to send her opponent careering into the ring post. The noise rises as AK takes aim, and then pulls off a gorgeous Liger Kick; Jake staggers out of the corner, and AK “helps” him over to the opposite one, dashing into the Fox Flip for a major pop. She pins, 1…2- Jake kicks out, and things are finely balanced, with there being no way to tell who’s going to ultimately come out on top.
Deciding he wants to raise the stakes, Jake takes a calculated risk and slides to the outside. AK follows him, and chooses caution over flashiness, exiting with a simple roll under the ropes. Battle is rejoined at ringside, and the fans at the front get quite an eyeful as the two lightweights thrust and parry each other’s blows; AK tries to gain the initiative by hurling Jake into the crash barrier, but Jake skillfully grabs it and leaps up to balance on the edge. He raises an eyebrow, and it’s a challenge the White Fox can’t turn down; she expertly jumps up to face him, and now the crowd knows they’re being treated to something special as the fight resumes on the narrowest of margins. Their contest moves right around behind the announce table, which provides a convenient point for Jake to sneak in a rake to the eyes and a DDT; he jumps back to the ring with the count at seven, but the sound of the crowd gets AK going and she takes a leap across, on to the ropes and straight into a massive moonsault. Jake has a split second to decide whether to dodge or counter; he tries for the latter, but AK’s momentum is too great and she knocks him down for a near-three count. With the fans now reaching fever pitch, it’s a question of who will blink first…
For about 90 seconds there’s nothing to choose between the two; blows fly at breakneck speed, and defence is abandoned in favour of exhilarating all-out attack of the kind only truly matched wrestlers can conjure up. And then comes the tipping point; Jake overcooks a roundhouse, and at once AK goes for the EMP; Jake leaps aside, and uses a clever elbow to the side of the head as he does so. AK is momentarily disorientated, and Jake sees his chance….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 11, 2008 17:55:40 GMT -5
Jake rockets across the ring like a primed Exocet; he comes within millimeters of knocking AK senseless with a huge leg lariat, but somehow AK manages to bridge backward and avoid the blow. Joey Reynolds, however, is neither as quick or as fortunate, and Jake connects with crushing power, sending the fans into overdrive. As AK backflips over to her feet, Jake senses instinctively that, ref or no ref, his moment is now. His world contracts tightly, and as his opponent reaches the vertical, he busts out the great-aunt of all Flash Kicks.
AK’s knees fail her, and she drops, dazed, but Jake can see she’s not quite totally disconnected, and moves at once to act before she can find composure. It’s his hurry to do this that makes him oblivious to the sudden, enormous roar from the fans all around; but Reynolds is stirred by it, and groggily shakes himself to alertness… just in time to see BK London connect a ferocious chair shot to Jake’s cranium.
The crowd pops massively for the title challenger – but their enthusiasm is turned to annoyance, even anger, as Reynolds does the only thing he can in such a situation and calls for the bell.
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen… as a result of a disqualification, your winner, The Quadrinity Jake Cheng!
Jake is down and holding his head as BK raises up the chair defiantly; a few feet away, AK is getting back up to speed and a look of confusion is rapidly replaced by one of frustration. If she was intending to take BK to task over his interruption, however, events soon serve to overtake that thought – as in what must be one of the fastest incidences of instant Karma ever, the stalker is himself stalked and then attacked by none other than Thunderkiss. The Kiss army loves this; BK’s supporters immediately cry foul play, and everyone else is still pissed off at having a damn good match stopped in its tracks; the result is near-chaos, and this only increases as TK, having pummeled London back into a corner, is blindsided by a livid Cheng with the ACW World Championship belt.
With the ring now littered with wrestlers in various states of health, security finally gets its act together and rushes down to make sure the violence can’t re-ignite. In the hurry to get everyone separated, Jake’s belt slips from his grasp and skitters to the outside; as Jake looks for it, he instead sees yet another protagonist in this ever-twisting drama – Hunter, standing at the top of the ramp. Their eyes meet, and Hunter smirks in his characteristic fashion, mouthing unintelligible words and gesturing around his waist with clear intent.
Jake glares, but can do no more at this point as the staff swarming the ring make sure that there will be no more physical confrontations tonight. Having wisely rolled out of the ring in advance of the “lockdown”, AK leans against the barrier and stares for several seconds at the World Title lying on the floor. In the chaos, the camera crew filming the smouldering situation in the ring walks right over it, without noticing…
The final images of the show fade to black; with four men now in the chase for gold, it seems that things will only get more highly charged, and more fraught.
Perhaps Jake’s prediction is correct; this is shaping up to be the bloodiest of Valentines’…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by xs3 on Feb 11, 2008 18:00:08 GMT -5
Great show... Lib/BK ripped off Jericho/Rock and you all know it. >_>
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Post by Jake on Feb 11, 2008 18:00:32 GMT -5
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Great show, great feuds developing. And Mainer and Wayde is going to be big. Except Mainer took my color...or is damn close.
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Post by hunter on Feb 11, 2008 18:08:20 GMT -5
Sweet, epic show. We've got some awesome things coming, people.
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