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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:45:04 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 18th February 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Lucrezia vs. Wolf
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Gabriel Peters vs. Alex Trixer
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Wayde Russler vs. Danny Mainer
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BK London's Pick Your Poison Match
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Thunderkiss’ Pick Your Poison Match
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Jake Cheng's Pick Your Poison Match
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Hunter's Pick Your Poison Match
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:47:58 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Superstars Ready? Set? Vote! (Credit: BK London, Thunderkiss, Jake Cheng and Hunter) None of the flashy fireworks and flashing lights for the start of the show this evening - oh no - instead we are greeted with possibly one of the weirdest openings to an ACW show ever.
As the scene fades in, the camera makes its way through a multitude of small bushes. When it finally stops, we are met with a pair of boots. Slowly the camera shot trails up the rather hairy legs, cargo shorts, and camouflage t-shirt to reveal the one, the only, Jeff Probst, host of the ever popular reality television game show, Survivor.Jeff Probst: Ladies and Gentlemen, from the Amazon Rainforests in the heart of Brazil, I bring you...ACW Survivor. Dramatic sound effect, similar to the one from Who Wants to be a Millionaire for some reason.Jeff Probst: ...riiight. Anywho, behind me are four men who are going to tear each other apart in five days at the ACW PPV, Bloody Valentine. Introducing first, weighing in at 240 lbs, a former ACW Champion in his own right, Hunter! The camera cuts to Hunter who's simply standing on his designated stump, uninterested about this whole deal.Jeff Probst: ...weighing in at 243 lbs, another former ACW Champion, BK London! BK London is sitting down on his stump, also a bit uninterested, picking leaves off the bushes and throwing them aside.Jeff Probst: ...weighing in at 353lbs, the only man in the Fatal Four Way to NOT have held the ACW Championship, Thunderkiss! Thunderkiss is attempting to feed the brightly colored toucan a small piece of a leaf, but when the toucan takes a bite out of his finger, he starts cussing - inaudible to the audience of course.Jeff Probst: ..and last but not least, the current ACW Champion, weighing in at a mere 215lbs, Jake Cheng! As we would expect, Jake Cheng has the ACW Championship rested on his shoulder. He breathes on it a bit before shining it up a bit, continuing to display his ever growing ego.Jeff Probst: Now, tonight as ordered by Chairman Gingerdude--- Hunter: So that fucking Ginger cocksucker put us up to this? BK London: Just like him to try to rip off a hit TV show for ratings. Thunderkiss: Oh please, you two are just mad because you weren't given time to train for these challenges. I heard about it last Thursday on Meltdown and oh boy am I ready to rough it. Ready to eat some worms. Ready to build some houses out of wood. I AM READY!Jake Cheng: : ....caaalm down there, bud.Jeff Probst: Uh, Thunderkiss, hate to break it to you but we won't be doing any challenges. I mean, if you were all of you would've been told waay ahead of time, we're just here to pick your opponents for tonight. Thunderkiss: ....you mean I spent an entire afternoon learning to swim in a kiddie pool for NOTHING?Jeff Probst: 'fraid so. But onto the task at hand. Similar to how people are voted off Survivor, you four will choose an opponent consisting of ANYONE on the ACW roster - but yourself of course - to go up against one of your opponents for Bloody Valentine. Now, BK London - you're up first, you're picking Jake Cheng's opponent. BK London steps off his stump and walks forward, advancing towards the camera and a small box to conceal the name. He can be seen jotting down a name before holding it up to the camera and ultimately giving his reason - unbeknownst to the three men behind him.BK London: Alright, I picked Thunderkiss. Why? Because since I can't pick myself, and Hunter failed to get the job done at Ragnarok, by the process of elimination the only person left in this equation is Thunderkiss. He should squash Jake like a bug anyway. He drops the paper inside of his box and heads back to his stump.Jeff Probst: Thunderkiss, I believe you are up next. Please make your vote. Thunderkiss: I’ll make a vote not to be ripped off again! There was supposed to be half naked girls and everything!Jeff Probst: You vote. Please make it. Thunderkiss ignores Probst’s attitude and makes his way to the voting box. There he picks up a piece of paper and scribbles down a name. Content with his choice, he holds it up in front of the camera and explains his decision to the millions watching at home.Thunderkiss: Well for you Hunter, there is only one logical choice - Jake Cheng. You see, I’m a thinking man! Putting you two guys together in a match means more damage to two of my future opponents and how can I go wrong with that?! I’d bet the rest of these dummies didn’t think about doing this! Suckers!Thunderkiss drops his vote in the box and heads back to his stump. However, before he can sit down there is just one important question he must ask the show’s host.Thunderkiss: Hey Probst.Jeff Probst *sighing*: Yes. Thunderkiss: I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of snakes in your time, but have you ever seen a pair of pythons like these?Thunderkiss holds up both arms and begins to pose them.Jeff Probst: Yes, I believe I saw that exact pair on Barry Bonds. And with that, a disgruntled Thunderkiss finally takes his stump.Jeff Probst: Alright Cheng, looks like it is your turn. The Champion rises off his stump and walks over to the voting area. He picks up the crude marker and scribbles a name on it. He holds the paper up to the camera in put Survivor fashion.Jake: Since I can’t fight London myself, then I guess Ill have to go with the next best thing. Watching BK kick Hunter’s ass. The little worm thinks he can just work his way into the match without any consequences, and now he is in for deep shit.Jake walks back to the stump and sits down.Jeff: That was fast Cheng. Jake: That’s how long it takes them to vote on the show.Jeff: Oh, you watch the show? Jake: Watched. I stopped watching after it got repetitive and boring.Jeff: Oh? And when was that? Jake: The fourth or fifth episode.Jeff: Anyway, Hunter, last but not least, your turn to go vote. Hunter rises nonchalantly and makes his way over to the voting area. He picks up a piece of paper and looks over it for a second, and then simply spits on it. He looks at the camera with a smile, raising the spit-covered paper for all to see.Hunter: Thundertard's opponent is going to be the only man who I think can accurately be named with saliva, and that, naturally, is BK London. I've been thinking it through for a while, and I finally realized what his greatest weakness is. I won't tell any of you what said weakness is, naturally, but I'm certain that Thundertard can exploit it to his heart's content. Or...not, given he's a fucking moron. In which case I'LL exploit it come Saturday, and I'll fucking wipe the floor with London and all those other fuckers. And I'll be the champ. Hunter returns to the stump and takes his seat, and Probst returns to his position in front of them.Jeff: So, fantastically enough, after looking at the votes, it appears that we will actually have everyone wrestling twice no matter what. First Jake Cheng will first wrestle Thunderkiss, then Jake will wrestle Hunter, then Hunter will wrestle BK London, BK London will wrestle Thunderkiss. So please feel free to prepare for these matches, and the best of luck to all of you. And nothing more needs to be said.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:49:01 GMT -5
Segment: Taylor has a plan Credit: Jon Taylor
It is funny what a championship can do to some people isn't it? Why, it wasn't long ago that Jon Taylor was one of the more liked members of the roster, and a firm fan favourite amongst all the fans. But, since he lost his championship to Fallen Souls, it appears his whole mentality has changed. His words "I am prepared to do anything to get my title back" appear to have come true on the last Warfare when after trying to find Fallen throughout the evening and the previous show, instead of physically assaulting Fallen in the middle of his match with Atomic Kitsune, Taylor instead decided to steal the belt that he believed to be his. What does Taylor have in mind, to get a rematch for the title? It would be foolish to try guess in his current state, though one thing is for sure it looks like Taylor has finally got the attention of Fallen Souls.
Taylor and Bill can be seen in Taylor's locker room, Taylor has a grin on his face, as well as Fallen's title over his shoulder. Bill looks worried, and is pacing up and down the room whilst Taylor relaxes sitting down.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Why'd you have to take it?
Taylor looks up at Bill who is still pacing up and down
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Take what?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
TAKE THE TITLE!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Oh..
Taylor pauses
To get Fallen's attention?
Bill doesn't look happy
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well you've gone and done that, haven't you. Next thing we know, the whole Senatorial Stable will be knocking down our door and kicking the shit out of us for stealing for the title.
Taylor doesn't look too concerned.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Relax, Bill. After all, what's the worst they can do?
This only helps to spur Bill on
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I heard Hunter murdered a guy before, and let’s not forget the fact there's 6 of them and 2 of us!
Bill's worrying seems to be irritating Taylor.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I can take them.
Taylor's cockyness/nuttiness doesn't seem to be helping matters.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
For fuck sake! Just give the damn title back before we get our asses put in hospital.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Relax.
Taylor pauses
Senator won't let them do anything like that anyway. Worst that can happen is that he makes us "talk".
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I wouldn't be so sure of that...
Bill decides he isn't going to convince Taylor to give the title back, so decides to go with the flow.
What did you steal it for anyway?
Taylor grins.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I couldn't let that shit hold onto it could I? It should be with its rightful owner; me.
Bill sighs
Bill Wright | The Trainer
That's not what Ginger will say if he finds out you stole Fallen's title.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Fuck Ginger.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
It's not wise to piss of-
Taylor interrupts Bill mid sentence
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It's not wise to piss off The Ultimate Competitor, you are correct.
Bill looks more irritated than worried now.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
So, what elaborate plan have you come up with this time?
Taylor chuckles
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Who said I had a plan?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You can't be serious!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Jeez, Bill - you're really tense today. Of course, I have a plan; I wouldn't steal the title in the first place if I didn't would I?
Bill doesn't look convinced.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well...
Bill pauses
I guess not.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Exactly. Now, stop worrying your ass off, we have better things to do.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Like what?
Taylor smiles
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Getting me my title shot!
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, what's the plan then?
Taylors grin grows bigger.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
We wait and let him come to us.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
And then what?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Use our prize to negotiate my rematch!
Taylor pauses
Christ, you're a bit slow today, aren't you Bill?
Bill doesn't seem to appreciate this comment
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, it's not much of a surprise considering the events of the past week, is it?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Hmm, I guess.
Taylor pauses.
Well, time to go, come on.
Bill looks confused.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Oh shit, I really should write these things down...I forget to tell you I scheduled an interview with Charlotte.
Bill rolls his eyes.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
So much for waiting for him to come to us.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Hey, you can never send too many messages!
End.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:49:53 GMT -5
Segment: Seeking help. (Credit: Red)
Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown in their locker room. They don't have a match but they appear to be discussing a plan that they have and the camera picked them up in the middle of the conversation.
Mr. Red: So that is what is going to happen later?
Mrs. Red: Porque? Tell me why I just saw your friend walking down the hall in the creepy green outfit?
Mr. Red: Oh yea. That has a story behind it.
Mrs. Red: I got time.
The camera fades back to a few days ago and shows Mr. Red walking up to the door of a house. He knocks on the door. A male figure answers the door.
??: You are a little earlier than you said on the phone.
Red: Yea, Bo. I needed to get this taken care of as fast as I can. You know I need your help. You were there. You and I both know it. Now I have Gabe attached to my ass and he won't leave my fiancee alone. Can you help me?
Bo: I do believe that I can. I am certain you found the right person. However, there are a few complications.
Red was looking at a small collection of figurines that was in a display case. He turns and looks back at his friend, Bo.
Red: What kind of problem? This needs to be a flawless plan.
Bo: I don't have a contract and I sure as hell am not going to be helping out for free. Ever since I got cut from my Ohio Valley contract, I haven't done anything. I seem to be a less than wanted free agent because WWE said I sucked.
Red: What does WWE know about talent? They have some hack rapper wannabe in their main event level that couldn't wrestle a decent match with the likes of me. Anyways, ACW is always looking to recruit new talent. Even once we take care of Gabriel, you could join the Fallout roster. Hell, they even have some cowboy fellow that does nothing but drink and he has some fine ass cheerleader chick that follows him around.
Bo: If your woman heard you right about now....she would beat your ass.
Red grins and looks away.
Red: She already seen me looking at it.
Bo: Pissed?
Red: You don't even have to ask. It was a very quiet Valentine's dinner.
Bo: Gee, wonder why, retard?
Both men share a chuckle then get back to the matter at hand.
Bo: Anyways, I don't have any wrestling gear. After I got cut, I put them up on Ebay. Made a decent amount of money from them.
Red looks around Bo's place. He spots a green costume sticking out of the closet.
Red: That. What about that? That Legend of Zelda outfit. I remember when you used that at that Halloween party last year. I bet it still fits.
Bo: You're kidding right? You want me to dress up as Link and go out there and wrestle?
Red: Why not? There are tons of weird gimmicks in the world of wrestling. You will be no different from any of those people.
Bo: Right. Like some dude that wears a baseball uniform.
Red: That's not funny. You going to help or not?
Bo: Yea, I will do it. To show you how much a friend I am, I will even wear this stupid Zelda outfit.
Red: Great, I will see you there.
Red leaves the house. After he is gone, Bo walks over to a drawer and pulls out a VHS tape that is marked "Forbidden." He stares at it for a bit before setting it next to his television.
Bo: This is going to be needed before long.
Fade back to the present time in the locker room. Mrs. Red is glaring at her man with a glimmer of anger in her eyes.
Mrs. Red: Fine ass cheerleader chick?
Red: I was joking, babe. I wasn't being serious. I was just saying that to attract his attention to ACW and helping us out.
She glares at Mr. Red some more as he pleads his case.
Red: Come on, honey. You know I don't want anyone else.
Mrs. Red: Keep it up, foo. I'm going to cut off your "juevos," guey.
Red's eyes widen and then narrow to see if she is bluffing or not. Mrs. Red stomps out of the room, leaving Red pleading to her and she runs off.
Mrs. Red stomps down the hall to get away and be with herself for a few minutes. She finds herself a good distance from the locker room when she starts to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach. She senses someone nearby that she didn't hope she would encounter just yet. The lights flicker out for a moment.
After a moment, the snap of a finger brings the lights back on. Mrs. Red spins around to get back to the safety of her locker room. She spins and finds herself face to face with Gabriel Peters.
Gabriel: Surprise, chica. Going somewhere?
Mrs. Red turns to run but Peters is much quicker. He grabs her and starts down the hall.
Back in the locker room, Bo arrives and throws his bag playfully to Red.
Bo: Put that somwhere and then tell me why I just passed your fiancee running down the hall about to cry?
Red: Cheerleader stuff.
Bo: Your mouth has a habit of never closing, doesn't it.
Red: I don't know why I do it. Let's go find her before someone else does.
The camera fades out as both men leave the room to search for Mrs. Red
FADE OUT
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:53:22 GMT -5
Match 1: Lucrezia vs. Wolf (Credit: Lucrezia)
Though the fans roar for the much-hyped Pick Your Poison matches, there are a few battles that must be waged prior to more impactful events. Philip coughs, warming up his vocal chords for the night's yells and intonations. After a quick sound check, the endeared ring announcer brings his trusty microphone to his lips, signaling for quiet.
Philip: The following singles contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: representing Fallout; from Winnepeg, Canada; weighing 285 pounds; Wolf!
The audience pops for the much beleaguered Fallout wrestler, having been an involuntary subject to awful humiliation in recent weeks. This, however, has strengthened his resolve, and he marches resolutely to the ring with "Mongolian Wolf Star" pounding in his ears. He beats his muscular chest with a closed fist before mounting a turnbuckle and raising his arm to the sky.
Philip: And the opponent: hailing from the Vatican, she is the 'Anointed One,' Lucrezia Damiano!
"Strict Machine" is met with a renewed murmur of interest from the crowd--for while the antics of the Damiano siblings are unnecessarily cruel and sadistic, they are nevertheless highly amusing. Lucrezia, batty as ever, sways down the ramp, her arms swishing through air like elastic. Cesare follows closely behind, walking as if he were on a fashion runway. Lucrezia nearly bites off Cesare's fingers as he feeds her a consecrated Communion host, and bloodred wine drips down her cheek after a hasty swallow. The referee orders Cesare out of the ring, and soon Wolf and nemesis Lucrezia circle each other in the squared circle.
Bell rings.
Commencement
Wolf is determined to avoid repeating past mistakes and keep a stern eye on the devious Cesare throughout the match. Lucrezia licks the remnants of wine on her cheek before charging, swirling like a scarlet torpedo, slashing at Wolf's muzzle with razor sharp talons. He barely manages to bring his arms up in time to protect his face. Her blows connect, drawing deep red lines in his bare skin. Much to the displeasure of the audience, Lucrezia brings her fingers back to her lips to lick them clean. Wolf has had enough crazy for one night, and he pounces with a solid underhook punch, doubling the lady over. In her prone state, Lucrezia can't defend herself from a textbook vertical suplex. Her back crashes to the canvas, and she screeches in simultaneous pleasure and pain. Wolf gives her no quarter and continues with a high jumping leg drop. He drapes his muscular leg over Lucrezia's shoulders, signaling the referee to start the count. Before the referee's hand slaps twice, Wolf releases a screech of his own: Lucrezia has bitten down hard on an exposed calf, almost puncturing skin. Wolf kicks her off, but she beats him on the rise with a short range lariat. With a snarl, the feral woman yanks Wolf up by the locks before pulling him down across her knee in a vicious mat-slam backbreaker dubbed Flagellation. She covers, but Wolf kicks out strongly at 2.
Crescendo
Wolf whips Lucrezia to the ropes, bending over to try for his back drop suplex. Instead, he's met with a face full of boot, courtesy of the manic Lucrezia. As he spirals to the floor, Lucrezia takes hold of his ankle, and with a deadly smile, twists with all her might. Wolf's eyeballs bulge, his body wracked with unbearable pain. To further encourage a submission, Lucrezia raises her leg and stomps hard on the back of his skull. Cesare nods approvingly as his sister inflicts a massive amount of pain on her victim, drawing out anguished cries from the Fallout star. The audience cheers the struggling Wolf on, urging him to reach the ropes. Lucrezia tugs sharply, trying to get him away, but with long, aching reach, his hand grasps the bottom rope. Lucrezia does not relinquish the hold till she's moments away from a disqualification. Wolf struggles to rise; he may be free, but it's taken a lot out of his energy reserves, and his foot isn't holding up too well at the moment. Luckily for him, Lucrezia seems lost in her own world, overcome with a sadistic lust, dancing erotically in the center of the ring. Cesare shouts a warning, but it's too late, she's bowled over by a rampaging rhino of fury. Grabbing her by the legs, Wolf revolves around on the spot, gathering speed and momentum before tossing the screeching woman into the turnbuckle in a bone-crunching Ring of Fire.
Climax
Dazed by a few forearms, Lucrezia staggers in the middle of the ring, which gives Wolf an idea. He dashes to the ropes for added spring momentum; however, Cesare latches onto his foot from the outside, tripping him up and squashing his face to the mat. Lucrezia cackles, blowing a kiss to the Machiavellian youth. She stalks Wolf as he rises, groggy from the pain. As soon as he reaches a vertical base, Lucrezia sends him spinning to the floor with a brutal lunging roundhouse kick to the temple, the Excommunication. She confidently covers him for the win, but in a surprising display of endurance, Wolf just kicks out at 2.8. Lucrezia screams, beating her palms on the mat and growling at the referee, who stands firm in his decision. As they argue, Cesare slips into the ring, aiming a kick to Wolf's groin. With superior reflexes, the powerful man grabs Cesare's leg mid-kick and pulls backwards sharply, stretching out Cesare's own groin in a painful split. Hearing her brother's sobs, Lucrezia turns, only to be entrapped in a throat crushing choke-hold. Cesare, too, finds himself in the grip of Wolf's left arm. To thunderous cheers from the crowd, Wolf delivers two simultaneous choke slams to the Damiano siblings, flattening them like pancakes. He makes a secure cover on Lucrezia and gets the 1, 2, 3.
Winner: Wolf.
"Mongolian Wolf Star" hits the speakers, and an adrenaline-pumped Wolf roars to the crowd, tossing both fists into the air. He exits the ring with a renewed freshness and a chip on his shoulder, thoroughly obliterating both his enemies. Lucrezia and Cesare come around and hiss at the smirking Wolf, furious beyond belief. On the ramp, Wolf motions for a microphone, and stage hands rush to deliver him one.
Wolf: Well, well, well. Look who's lying on his back now? Sorry Cesare, it just wasn't your night.
The Damiano siblings can only seethe, still nursing their wounds from the match in the center of the ring. Wolf examines his own battle scar, three bloody cut marks on his arm, courtesy of the absurdly sharp nails of Lucrezia.
Wolf: And Lucrezia, since you like blood so much, why don't we settle this at Bloody Valentine. First Blood Match. See you in the ring.
He tosses the microphone over his shoulder and exits, leaving the Damianos more angry than ever before. Without a doubt, Bloody Valentine just got a whole lot more bloody.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:54:04 GMT -5
Segment: Orders (Credit: Jake Cheng)
11:49 AM Jake’s Apartment
They usually aren’t late. Half the time they are early have to wait for me. But there could be traffic, or an accident or something...just hope they weren’t in it....
Jake nervously looks down at the clock on his cell phone, then out the window of his apartment. He repeats this process twice before watching Sports Center again. They barley talk about the newest Roger Clemens’s news before Jake get bored and looks back outside. Just then Jake’s cell phone ring with a generic synthesized tone progression. It’s his Father, the boss. In can never be good when Huang-Fu Cheng has to check up on his son. The ACW World Champion dreadfully answers his phone.
Jake: Hello Father.
Huang-Fu: Hello Son.
Jake reels back from his cell phone. Do all parents need to yell in the phone? It’s not 2000 anymore, cell phones work fine.
Huang-Fu: I meant to call you earlier. I asked Wing and Lee to go out to Los Angeles. There is a problem there with...well, you don’t need to know the details. They are just there settling a problem, so you are going to have to go without them today.
Jake: That’s ok. I’ll make due for one day. Thanks for letting me know. I was starting to get nervous because they haven’t picked me up yet.
Huang-Fu: Alright, I have to get going. Goodbye.
Jake: Bye Dad.
Jake hangs up his phone and releases a mighty sigh. He shuts off the TV, gets off the couch and walks toward the table that sits by the door. He picks up the car keys on it and leaves the room with his gym bag.
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Same Time, Somewhere Over Nebraska
Commercial flights never get old: the person in front of you sleeping, their seat on your lap, the kid behind you poking you in the head and don’t forget the hot girl with the most annoying voice, and an even worse laugh that sits next to you.
Well, thankfully enough, Wing Yin and Lee Yang are two clever people. They sip at cups off tea while a blonde girl frantically searches the landscape for the Grand Canyon(which isn’t anywhere near Nebraska for those not familiar with U.S. Geography). Lee throws a sharp knee to the man sleeping in front of him, who takes off his blinder and look at the 5’9” Asian man, who mouths back “Sorry, just had to move my legs.” And don’t forget the girl sitting behind them sitting competing against Lee in a silent competition. Too bad for her that she doesn’t know Lee.
Wing: This sucks. Why does Shan Chu think this a good idea?
Lee shrugs, half out of care, half out of concern that the girl may go off at the mouth again.
Wing: I mean, the Triad and these guys that we are going to meet never get along, and never have. This attempt is futile.
Lee nods and knees the sleeping man again, while Wing tries to hold back his laughter.
Lee: Well, you know, they called this meeting. Shun Chu just told us to go in his place.
Girl: Hey, he said something! I win!
Wing: No no no. He spoke in Chinese. We said, you can’t say anything in Engrish.
Girl: That’s no fair.
Wing: Rooks like he is winning.
The girl folds her arms and make a pouting face, but all that matters to the ACW World Champion’s bodyguards is that she is quiet.
Wing: So anyway, yes, that is true. And who knows, maybe we will get a promotion out of this.
Blonde Chick: There is it! There it is!
The 14K Triad bodyguards roll their eyes, counting down the second until their flight is over.
Jake alone today at the arena? A change of tactics might be in order for the Asian Extraordinaire. And what is the point of this conference?
March 2008: 14K Triad Chapter 4. Decisions.
But First, Later Today: The Mission.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:55:18 GMT -5
Segment: You'll Never Be Anything But a Loser (Credit: Wayde Russeller / Hunter)
The scene on the screen is hard to make out. Nothing can really but seen other than the steam rapidly filling up the room where the camera is. A shower is heard running in the background, hopefully this is the FEMALE shower room. Just then the water stops running and out walks an, unfortunately, towel wrapped Bobby-Jo. She grabs a brush and goes in front of the mirror and starts brushing her hair. She notices the mirror is still fogged so she wipes it off only to reveal that none other than Hunter himself is standing there.
Hunter: Ooh. Nice figure. Should I be on top, or are you the dominating kind? Because, let's face it, you wanna fuck me. I'm the soon-to-be champ.
Bobby-Jo looks Hunter up and down and then laughs at his un-smoothness.
Bobby-Jo: Listen, Hunter is it? You can be soon to be King of the World and I just wouldn't be interested. So it was nice meeting you but please, leave the ladies' room.
Hunter raises a slight eyebrow.
Hunter: Wouldn't be interested? In 240 pounds of lean muscle and pure sex appeal? Honey, I don't know if you made a conscious choice to become a lesbian three seconds before I appeared, but I'm certain you've reconsidered by now.
Bobby-Jo: Listen Hun, I'm sure your very proud of yourself and I'm sure there is someone out there that cares, but you're just not my type!
Hunter: What? Amazing in every conceivable way and the ultimate lover?
As he finishes this sentence the bathroom door is heard being closed. Hunter looks up to see Wayde Russeller standing there. Hunter is amused at the drunk cowboy in front of him but Bobby-Jo's eyes light up like a girl meeting her favorite movie star.
Wayde: Man, Hunter, can't you just accept that she isn't interested?
Hunter: Who in fucking balls hell are you?
Wayde starts making his way towards the two. However, he has yet again had one too many and he trips on himself and face plants at Hunter's feet. He quickly pulls himself up and Hunter starts to laugh.
Hunter: Oh, I remember you now. You're that dip shit who chose a beer over the ACW Championship match. Fucking bells are going off in your future, mate, certainly.
Wayde: You know I am getting darn sick of hearing that same line. You want to know why I chose the beer? I'll tell ya, it's something that is hard for you to understand so I'll say it real slow...Wayde.....Russeller.....Will......NOT.....SELL.....OUT!
Hunter: You're such a fucking newb, seriously. You don't get where I am by just doing what you want to do, you do what NEEDS to be done. In the end, it's success that's the most important, and success can only be achieved by acts of necessity.
Bobby-Jo: He is more successful a person than you could ever HOPE for!
Hunter: Reh-heh-heally? I'll take that into consideration when I can remember his fucking name. Because, let's face it, you're gonna lose your match tonight, and then you will go into Bloody Valentine and lose again, regardless of who you fucking wrestle. And you wanna know why? Because you fucking suck, and that's what people who fucking suck do. And you fucking suck, comprende amigo?
Hunter has a wide smirk on his face as Wayde tilts his head down obviously feeling the words Hunter has just let out. Wayde looks defeated, like a little league baseball pitcher who just gave up the winning home run. Hunter goes to turn and walk away but Wayde grabs his arm. As Hunter looks from Wayde's hand to Wayde, Russeller slowly lifts his head up just enough for Hunter to see his eyes under the hat.
Wayde: Hunter, you can smirk now but there is something you're forgetting...my beer gives me some freaky deaky voodoo shit powers and I can see the future, right up to Bloody Valentine where you lose the match, and your chance at the championship. And you wanna know why? Cause you're a has been. A memory worth forgetting.
Hunter pulls back and looks at Wayde for a moment with a slightly weakened glare. He shakes his finger at him with a chuckle and then simply shakes his head, walking off. When he's long gone, Bobby-Jo hugs Wayde.
Bobby-Jo: That was amazing! You were so tough, so mean, so............sexy!
Wayde and Bobby-Jo make eye contact for what seems like forever. Then they both look away at the same time.
Wayde: Well...umm...that was weird, but its okay. Lets just move on to tonight's match! You finish getting ready and I'll meet you out there!
With that Wayde walks off leaving Bobby-Jo to brush her hair and get ready for the big match.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:56:06 GMT -5
Segment: The Hunter (Credit: BK London)
Pretaped Segment
The Hunter has become the hunted.
A great man once said "Cliche's are cliches and an asswhoopin is an asswhoopin", and that's exactly how BK London felt tonight. He didn't want to cut a promo talking about how Hunter sucks. In his mind, it's self evident that Hunter sucks. There's no need for a long 4-5 minute explanation about his shortcomings. No need to ramble on and on about how he lost the ACW Championship to Jake before his title reign could really take off.
Instead, he wanted to talk to Hunter, communicate to him one on one. This wasn't much of a conventional promo, this was an address.
No fancy scenery for this promo, just a simple blue felt background, and BK London. It was all he needed.
BK London: You know Hunter? As much history as I have with Jake, I was actually rooting for you to win that match at Ragnarok. You've been in ACW for damn near as long as I have, yet we haven't really gone head to head in a big match situation. It's something that I was looking forward to, it was a moment that I planned to relish. But you know what? Things happen huh? It wasn't your night, and we all have our bad nights here in ACW.
A short sigh as he looks down, now quickly his eyes shift towards the camera and he smiles.
BK London: But admit it Hunter, you didn't want to win that match, did you? Although I haven't faced you in one of those big time situation, one on one matches, I know you well enough to know when your mind isn't solely focused on this match. And it wasn't. The normal competitive Hunter wasn't clicking towards the end of the match, and that's why you allowed yourself to be exterminated. But then of course, you manage to put yourself in another ACW Championship match. But is it really because you want another shot at that belt? Or you just want to be in the main event, the big feud, the attention grabber of ACW. Now you ask, where am I going with this? I think you know the answer.
He smirks.
BK London: I hope you bring your same game to the Fatal Four Way match this Saturday, because it will make it one less man for me to mow over tonight.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:58:35 GMT -5
Match 2: Gabriel Peters vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: The Red One)
"The End is Near" hits the loudspeaker as Gabriel Peters comes out from behind the curtain. He carries Mrs. Red over his shoulder as the crowd boos as loud as they can. Mrs. Red's hands and legs are tied together so she can't cause much of a struggle to get away. Her mouth is also taped shut.
Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, Gabriel Peters.
Gabe sets up a chair in the ringside area and throws Mrs. Red into it.
"Mirror Mirror" by Blind Guardian hits the speakers and Alex Trixer races from backstage. He makes a beeline to the ring. He appears eager to make a name for himself by helping out a superstar in need like Mr. Red.
Alex slides under the bottom rope but is met quickly by Peters, who begins to stomp away at Alex before he can get up. Alex finally struggles to his feet and throws punches at Peters.
Gabriel finally grabs Alex and whips him across the ring. Alex springboards off the ropes and catches Gabriel Peters with a springboard DDT. After flooring Peters, Alex quickly races to the top rope and sets up for his Cosmos Crush.
Alex leaps for his finisher but Gabriel rolls out of the way and Alex crashes to the mat with a thud. Peters capitalizes and locks Alex in the Deadly Vice (camel clutch/full nelson combo). Alex taps out rather quickly.
Announcer: Here is your winner by submission....Gabriel Peters.
Peters refuses to let go of the submission. The referee tries to pull Gabe off of Alex. Gabe's grip loosens as "Reds Fan" suddenly begins to play on the speakers.
Mr. Red races from backstage and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring and begins to exchange punches with Gabriel. Gabriel begins to get the upper hand as he overpowers Red into the corner.
Out of the crowd, Bo hops the barrier and slides into the ring. Bo runs behind Peters. He spins Gabriel around and hoists him onto his shoulders. Bo tosses Peters from the fireman carry position and hits him with an STO, which sends Peters rolling out of the ring.
Red slides out of the ring and grabs a mic. He tosses it up to Bo and turns his attention to freeing Mrs. Red from her location outside.
Bo: Let me be the first to introduce myself. Gabriel, you already know me. Red, you already know me. But these fans don't yet. My name is Bo Diaz and I am here to ruffle the feathers in this rivalry.
Gabe's eyes widen at the site of another familiar friend being introduced into the feud.
Bo: I here to turn things in a whole new direction.
Red: This Sunday at Bloody Valentine, it will be Gabriel Peters versus Mr. Red and Bo Diaz in a no disqualification handicapped match. It's no DQ so that if Mrs. Red feels that she would like to get a piece. She can feel free to beat your ass along with us.
Bo: By the way, to the both of you. I have something in my possession that will change your lives forever.
Red and Mrs. Red are shown standing at ringside staring at Bo with a confusion on their faces. Gabriel, who is at the top of the ramp, also has this same look.
Bo: I have a video tape of that night, 8 years ago. I think there is something on it that you both need to see. It has everything that everyone needs to know.
Everyone looks from one to the other as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 16:59:23 GMT -5
Title: It's hard to type on a really bad WebTV keyboard that randomly skips letters when you press them, at your grandparent's house in Florida...especially when the phone lines are blocked because you're on the internet...giving you a very limited amount of access time>_> Credit: Freeman
The camera fades in to show ACW's interviewer Charlotte standing by.
Charlotte: Well, ACW fans...tonight I stand here with Jason Freeman.
The camera zooms out to reveal...indeed...Jason Freeman. The crowd gives the mixed reaction that he has become accustomed too, and he nods to the camera.
Charlotte Now Freeman, we all know that you have listened to Chef, and accepted his offer for you to go against ThunderTrain at Bloody Valentine this Saturday...but the question is, why would you accept that?
Freeman: Well, Charlotte...as you know, I had recently thrown out a challenge to Jon Taylor or his International title...but whaddaya know? That no-good dirty rotten pig-stealing Ultimate competitor had to go and lose his championship! So, I guess that takes THAT one off the list.
It should be noted at this moment that I was by no meanrs joking about howhadr it is to type with tihske yboard...and as a result I decided notto corerect my mistakes on this statement. Now picture having to do this and correct everys inlge mstake as I type this...yeah...it sucks...especially when it leaves out random letters.
Charlotte Well, I suppose so, but could you not have just extended a challenge to FSX if you wanted the title so badly?
Freeman chuckles at this one...
Freeman: Heh...right...that'd score some trust points. Look...I have enough worries about what the Stable thinks of me right now. I don't need to add one by challenging one of my stablemates for his title. So, right now, the title is off-limits.
Charlotte: That's resonable enough...but why listen to Chef? If I remember correctly...a little over a year and a half ago, you guys had some problems withe ach other.
lFreeman: Yeah...a year and a half ago sure...but that was then, and this is now. Anyways, it isn't about how asked me. It's about actually getting a match. I had no reason to refuse, so why bother? Better than sitting out at the PPV.
God, I ahte this frickin keyoard...
Charlotte Okay...but are you not the least bit worried? I mean after all---
Freeman: Before you go on...no..I'm not the least bit worried...should I be?
With that, Freeman smirks and walks off stage...but as most ACW fans know...dem's be fightin words!
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:00:28 GMT -5
Segment: This segment is so excellent, it needs no introduction (a.k.a Wayde forgot to tell AK the title) (Credit: Wayde Russler)
The Alphatron shows the backstage area where Wayde Russeller is seen apparently doing bicep curls. The camera slides down a little bit to show that instead of using weights, Russeller is using beer cans to work out. He does a few more and then decides to crack the beer open and start drinking. As he drinks Mei-Feng walks up to him, he puts the beer down and jumps up.
Wayde: I don't hit any ladies so if your here to fight, you win sweetheart. Is that why Mainer sent you?
Mei-Feng: No, no, no thats not why I am here, me and him broke up.
Wayde: Dang, I'm sorry toots. so what brings you here?
Mei-Feng: Something is wrong with him Wayde, he is different since he came back. I don't even know what to do about him.
Wayde: That is sweet, and I appreciate your situation, but the shit stain has no sympathy from me. I'm gonna hurt him bad, real bad, and there ain’t no changing that.
Mei-Feng: Well thats just it! I want you too. Maybe getting his ass beat will set him straight. So here is the deal, if you win tonight, you have the advantage at Bloody Valentine, so I want to give you some tips on beating him, to guarantee you that you kick his ass and do me a HUGE favour.
Wayde: Well thank you pretty lady, but I don't need no tips, I'm gonna beat him with out it.
Mei-Feng brushes her hair to the side and bats her eyes a little, a faint smile spreads across her lips.
Mei-Feng: You called me pretty…
Wayde: Yesum I did
Mei-Feng: I can't remember the last time someone called me a nice name, where as Danny called me pig names like “Fine-Ass” and things like that. You know, you are a ruggedly handsome man. Strong, independent, and that’s interesting, all qualities I like in a guy, qualities that Danny doesn’t have.
She places her hand on his chest and moves in a little bit. They stare deep into each others eyes. Wayde leans in a little and their lips touch. They start passionatley kissing tongue and all. They kiss for a good amount of time before a voice is heard.
Bobby-Jo: Wayde, I want to talk to about bef........
She stops instantly upon seeing Wayde and Mei-Feng lip locking. They break it off and Wayde looks frazzled while Mei-Feng wipes her lips of a little.
Wayde: Um, howdy Bobby-Jo. I....um....howdy.
Mei-Feng: I..um...I'm gonna get going. Good luck tonight Wayde, I'll be rooting for you....
With that Mei-Feng gives Wayde another kiss and walks out leaving Bobby-Jo standing cross armed, staring at Wayde. Wayde closes his locker room door blocking the camera as the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:01:30 GMT -5
Segment: “The Path of a Champion - Part 2” Credit: T-Kiss The Great Basin Desert, Nevada 2/21/08 1:15 A.M. [Continuing his trek through the desert, Thunderkiss has just passed his first trial: the trial of the storm. Though the storm has long been swept away by the wind, its effects still remain as soft, wet sand impedes TK’s journey. Its like walking on quicksand and it stretches on for countless, tiring hours. Though his legs feel as if they are on fire and ready to give out at anytime, he continues on. There will be no stopping until daylight, no matter what. Hating every second of this solitude, a very desperate TK resorts to talking to himself aloud.] Thunderkiss: Man, I sure could go for a Thundergy right now. And a naked Japanese lady. More so the naked Japanese lady. Now I’m talking to myself in the middle of the desert. Yup, no doubt about it, I’m going crazy.[Besides talking to himself, Thunderkiss begins to count his steps to pass the time. He’d much rather look at the scenery, but considering it all looks the same no matter his position that pretty much kills that idea. When the pain, the loneliness and thirst almost overcome him, he finally sees some light at the end of the tunnel in the form of the sun.] Thunderkiss: Oh thank God. [Upon seeing that big, yellow ball of fire in the morning sky, Thunderkiss collapses onto the wet sand in exhaustion. For almost an hour he lays there, allowing his body to heal and recover as much as this short time will allow it. When he feels its time to rise, he does so and his overjoyed mood is quickly replaced with another, that being fear. As the sun rises higher and higher in the air, he realizes he is now starting his new trial, the trial of fire. Thirsty with no water, he begins to march toward what he hopes will be an eventual escape and not deadly failure.] Thunderkiss: All we need is vultures and I think we have every desert cliche covered.[Hearing a “caw, caw” above him, TK’s eye looks up and sees a flock of them circling overhead.] Thunderkiss: Damn.[Letting out a laugh at the irony of the situation, he does the only thing he can possibly do - and that’s keep going. Hours pass and he is almost driven the point of physical breakdown. His body starts to become cool and he knows what that means - heat stroke. He needs to stop and cool down this instant or the legendary career of TK will most certainly be cut short. As he takes a knee, he notices in front of him resides a cactus, almost eight feet tall. Remembering from an old PBS special he saw back in the day that cacti contain water, he begins to rip into it with his bear hands. Blood flows from the wounds on his hands but that does not deter him as he rips the cactus off its’ base and eventually finds the water hidden deep inside.] Thunderkiss: Water Maw Gawd. [Like a dog, TK sticks his head into the center of the cactus and laps up as much moister as he can. All finished, he looks for another cactus but one is not to be found. He can only hope that this was enough before he rises once again and carries onward. His pace is much slower after the rest, perhaps an indication that Mr. 500% will soon be Mr. 0%. Making it just barely a mile away from his last stop, TK collapses yet again and this time it may very well be for the 10 count.] Thunderkiss: That’s it, I give up.[glow=blue,2,300]?: Giving up already?[/glow] [“Oh great, now, I’m hearing voices,” he says to himself. Before TK can label himself clinically insane, a shadow overcomes him, causing him to look up and see a very familiar face.] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: What a waste of a perfectly good investment.[/glow] [To be concluded at Bloody Valentine.] Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:02:18 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Talking About Tonight [Credit: Danny Mainer]
The scene opens onto Danny Mainer and a female companion standing in front of an ACW backdrop in the backstage area of the Alpha Championship Wrestling Arena for tonight’s awesome competition. A [forced?] smile is spread across the mouth of Danny Mainer as the actions of recent weeks get to him. Danny is dressed in his typical gear of black cargo pants, a gold/orange coloured vest/shirt combination with a huge Golden Crown across the front as well as black hi-top converses and his face is clean-shaven. Danny looks down at the lady standing next to him with the microphone which the world over knows as “Charlotte King”. Charlotte is dressed up in her typical interviewing gear and her hair is tied back.
Danny is doing his best to hide his dismay about Mei-Feng having left him and it’s gotten to him even worse that she’s now with Wayde Russler, his nemesis but he’s trying not to dwell on it and use it only to fuel the hatred for the man. He focuses as he tries not to rant too much or break down in front of Charlotte King or the audience. So he takes a deep breath as the cameras start to roll and Mainer flicks into “Show-Time” mode. He takes another breath as Charlotte stands to position and smiles as the camera switches on, Danny takes a quick second to check out Charlotte but then she starts to talk.
Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen, fans of ACW I am stood here today with one of ACW’s Newest members on the roster. The King of Vegas ‘Danny Mainer’. Danny, how’re you feeling about tonight going into a match with the man you called “A Vile Inbred Drunkard”, Wayde Russler?
Danny: Well lady-baby! How do you think I’m feeling? I’m feeling damn great, not only do I walk into this match with the clear of advantage of having competed in ACW before I also have the benefit of losing that dead weight bint I call “Mei-Feng Shinoda”. The woman dragged me down and now she is out of my life and the best part is even that plays to my advantage, I heard from some guys around the back that her and Wayde were kissing which means that I’m losing the dead-weight and dropping it right on Wayde’s head! I have the clear advantage in this match Charlotte and ultimately yeah OK I lost the love of my life but if she traded in The KalashniKOV, the King of fucking Vegas Danny Mainer for that raging alcoholic then the dumb bitch can rot her life away with that idiot. I’m single, I’m free and there’s A LOT of women out there who’d go down on me without a second thought. To quote Kanye West “There’s a thousand you’s, there’s only one of me” and I can get any woman I want without even trying. I’m ROYALTY!
Charlotte doesn’t seem impressed and seems to be slightly “Urgh” with the whole thing of having to deal with Danny Mainer’s ego which is the size of the moon. Charlotte face-palms as Danny does a double thumbs up and cheesy grin to the camera, Charlotte then looks back up at the camera. Danny then looks to Charlotte and scans her up and down.
Danny: I can see you’re looking a little upset Charlotte and I’m sorry but you have right to be. I’m afraid you’re just not my type. How can I put this without sounding like a total prick… Ehh… OK how about this Charlotte? I’m “Not Into Bestiality”. Sorry but screwing lizard-ladies isn’t mine and shouldn’t be anyone’s idea of fun. That a good enough reason for you?
Charlotte doesn’t seem to bothered about this remark but she immediately mutters “And I’m not into pigs” under her breath which Danny doesn’t seem to notice as his pearly whites are shown off in a huge grin to the camera. Danny slaps his chest, completely ignoring Charlotte King’s comment. Charlotte asks her next question with a slight drawn on quality to it.
Charlotte:[//B] So, Danny do you have any strategies going in the match tonight against Wayde which might I add is an all-important match. If you win Danny you get to face him again but in a Submission match, a match which you proclaim to be “Graceful and yet Malicious at the same time”. How do you feel about this?
Danny: Well Queeny. I’m feeling great, I’m going into a match with the guy that lost against Mr. Red for Gods Sake, Hell even that meat-head jackass Ross Lambert beat Mr. Red and Red absolutely ANNIHILATED Wayde in that ring last night leaving it a relatively easy job for me to just pick up the scraps. Also, with tonight being a match against me it means I get soften up that arm nice and easy before Bloody Valentine meaning that my job is that much easier and breaking his arm is going to be that much less-tiring. I have WAY more important things to worry about then Wayde Russler such as picking up a title belt or destroying some bigger names rather then worrying about that screw-up Texan. Isn’t that right sweetie?
Charlotte keeps a calm face as Danny purrs at Charlotte King. Charlotte looks lost for words when Danny’s hands reach up to Charlotte’s face, he uses his left hand to hold the top of her head still and his right hand to control her jaw. Charlotte tries to resist but Danny overpowers her and he starts to play Ventriloquism.
Danny: *in a squeaky high-pitched Russian accent* Yees! Danny Mainor will win all de taitlez ‘cause he is hot and in my hawm kuhntry of Muvver Rusha, I geet laid. Blow up de Amerikanz!
Danny immediately jumps back after that last sentence.
Danny: Lady you make me freaking sick! Blow up the Americans? You should be taken off the air you EVIL, EVIL WOMAN! I must go and write a MySpace blog about how upsetting this segment has been for me! I bid you good day Miss King, you have officially made me want to vomit at your lack of patriotism! Good night SIR!
Danny thunders off screen as Charlotte stands there looking completely bewildered. The camera flick off as we roll onto the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:03:56 GMT -5
Segment: Back When I Was Young
Credit: A.Starr Scene opens. Andrew Starr is in a low-lighted Entourage lockerroom, television the only real source of light and sound. He is lost deep in thought, intently watching the video while on the edge of his seat. As the camera shifts around to behind Starr, the video being watched it discovered to be a tape of the first Monday show in ACW's history, dated May 31st, 2004. The current clip in question shows Starr a few years younger then his current form, under the monicker of Rey McFoley. The match that made ACW history and crowned the first Light-Heavyweight Champion. This footage plays as we monitor Starr's reactions to watching the final moments of his monumentous match. The crudeness of ACW's original shows is displayed exceedingly here, but its definitely a shot at nostalgia. [/i] Starr winces slightly, remembering that moment clearly. [/i] Starr moves a bit more closer to the TV, remembering the final moments of the match. [/i] Starr finishes off the last bit of the video, saying the words to himself. [/i] Starr: And new Cruiserweight Champion.... Rey McFoley.Stopping the video and turning off the TV, Starr gets lost in thought again. Its apparent he still has a deep passion for the days when he was known as 'ACW's Craziest Cruiserweight' and ruled the Light-Heavyweight scene. Of course, it was called Cruiserweight back in those days, but he was also champion when they renamed the title 'Light-Heavyweight.' Starr finally snaps out of his stare and speaks with slow and precise manner, unusual for the Entourage member. [/i] Starr: The ACW Light-Heavyweight Championship. In my first year in ACW, I controlled this thing, it was my precious. It garnered me 'Best Cruiserweight of 2004' at the end of the year awards. It has a very near and special place with me, and will always be a part of me. And, come this Saturday at Bloody Valentine, its lineage will come to a halt, ending where it began. Gingerdude has made the great decision to unify my title and the Entertainment Title as some sort of publicity for his federation here, not something I am One Hundred Percent in agreement with. But there is one thing that I can do to make this a bit better. When I beat Jonny Hughes, I will put an end to this lineage, and let the record books show that the Light-Heavyweight Title was retired with a winner. That is why I must win, why I will win.Starr stands up, grabbing his title, and slings it over his shoulder. He looks directly into the camera and says whats on his mind with passion. [/i] Starr: This title has been held by numerous big names, some of these names went on to become World Champions, including Yoko Satoshi, BK London, and Jake Cheng. It has been a major tool in the way ACW is shaped today, and will be missed as the boost that brought wrestlers like myself, Hunter, and Kudo Yasuda into the limelight. Its a major title in ACW, no matter how people see it, and it will be missed when its gone. My good buddy Jay Zero relinquished this title to me for reasons unknown, and he entrusted me to take good care of it. This isnt exactly how I wanted things to go, but I will make them work the best for the new title, and when he is ready, I will be more then happy to give him the chance to get it back from me. But until then, Jonny Hughes, I want to you to think about the match and its reprocussions to what is happening. I promise to you, the fans, and the wrestlers alike, that when you walk in there this weekend, they WILL be your last steps as Entertainment Champion, and champion of anything.Starr looks down at his title and rubs the gold a bit. His sadness is showing through the stern demeanor he is trying to display for all the fans watching. This title has a close and special place in his heart, and will never leave there. He looks back up from the title and glares into the camera, which slowly fades to black. End Segment[/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 18, 2008 17:07:09 GMT -5
Match 3: Wayde Russler vs. Danny Mainer (Credit: Wayde Russler) "Go Crazy" by Armand Van Helden hits the loud speakers and there is a 45 second delay. Then the beat starts to kick in and Danny storms out onto the stage with a huge smile on his face, trying to act like his girlfriend leaving him has no affect on him. He heads down the ramp yelling at fans as he goes. He points at them and slaps his own chest repeatedly. Out of no where he turns and sprints to the ring, when he reaches the black padding outside of the ring and heads for the turnbuckle and does a 619 motion through the ropes and into the ring. He rolls up on his feet again raising both hands in the air. He then outstretches his arms and spins in a quick circle before getting ready to fight.Danny is the ring ready to go when "Thank God I'm country boy comes on the speakers.Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God, I'm A Country Boy Wayde appears on stage with his cousin Bobby-Jo. Wayde is wearing his usual wrestling gear while Bobby-Jo has made her cheer leading outfit gold and black to match his. Her breast are almost popping out and the letters on her chest read "BJ" giving the male fans plenty of food for thought. They start walking down the ramp and one fan actually hands Wayde his beer which Russeller graciously takes and chugs before heading down the ramp again...Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm A country boy Wayde slides in the ring and holds the rope down for Bobby-Jo who gets in by bending down and letting her mini skirt ride up enough to show a pink thong. Wayde gets in the middle of the ring and holds hit cowboy hat in the air while Bobby-Jo puts both hands on his arms and seductivly slides down to her knees and wraps her arm around Waydes leg. Behind the two a wave of fireworks shoot off. Bobby-Jo leaves the ring and the Alphatron shows the Tale of the Tape.Wade Russler Age: 28 Height: 6'4" Weight: 250 lbs. Hometown: Beersheba Springs, Tennessee
Danny Mainer Age: 26 Height: 5’11 Weight: 183 lbs Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada The ref calls for the bell and this match is going down right now! DING DING DING As soon as they hear the bell the two men run at each other and start exchanging right hands. The go back and forth with Wayde Russeller eventually winning out. He keeps swing with rights and lefts and backs Danny up against the ropes. Realizing he has Mainer trapped, Wayde open up his opponents chest and spits on his own hand before slapping Mainer right on the chest. "WOOO's" are let out throughout the arena in respect for the great. He takes Mainer and goes to throw him across the ring by is countered and he is the one bouncing back to Mainer who nails him with a shoulder block. He jumps down to the mat and starts punching Wayde in the head repeatedly. He gets up and picks Wayde of the ground by his hair and nails a near perfect suplex nailing Waydes back on the top rope and causing him to crumble to the mat.Mainer looks down at Wayde and smirks before spitting on him. Mainer: I'M THE KING OF VEGAS BITCH!He climbs to the top rope and puts his arms out, hanging his head in a manner that mocks the crucifixion of Jesus Christ before doing the backflip body splash. As Wayde goes to get up Mainer runs and hits Las Vegas Blackout ! Feeling as if this is it he decides to send a message for Bloody Valentine and he goes for the Vegas Vice. He locks it on and Wayde is about to tap when Bobby-Jo gets Mainers attention.... BJ: HEY MAINER! HEY! I got a special video I want you to watch!Mainer releases the hold and looks at the Alphatron as the video clip is played. It is the video of Wayde and Mei-Feng kissing playing over and over again. Mainer gets pissed and goes lock on the Vega Vice again but Wayde isn't there anymore. He turns back around is met with a drop kick right in the face. Wayde jumps up and when Mainer gets up he quickly drops him back down with a Manhattan Drop. He climbs the top turnbuckle and waits for Mainer to stand and then leaps off and hits a head scissor take down throwing Danny into the corner. He goes back to the opposite turnbuckle and runs at Mainer and successfully connects with the KEG STAND!! He quickly makes the cover 1...... 2....... 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER WAYDE RUUUUUUSSSSSEELLLER! Wayde falls on to the mat as Danny Mainer rolls out of the ring grabbing his head. Bobby-Jo rushes in the ring helps Wayde stand up. She gets him a mic a holds his waist as Wayde leans over the rope.Wayde: Hey Danny, DANNY! Hold up a second!Danny Stops at the top of the ramp and turns around with an angry face.Wayde: Sunday, me and you partner...TEXAS BULLROPE MATCH! Be ready, cuz we are gonna have an old fashion Ho Down!Danny points at Wayde and yells at him as Waydes music comes on the loud speaker. The camera cuts as the two stare each other down.
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