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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:42:33 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 17th March 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Mr. Red vs. Bo Diaz
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Predator vs. Wolf
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Blaine Stone vs. Jin
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Jonny Hughes vs. Alex Richmond
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Danny Mainer vs. Jason Freeman - #1 Contenders match for International Title
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Hunter vs. Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:45:29 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Of White Foxes and Black Swans It’s the last show before ACW’s 46th PPV… Genocide. The crowd has slowly filled the arena to capacity, and the place is alive with the barely contained energy of thousands. Cries rise up, circle the space and then die off, and pops accompany the appearances of ACW’s announcers, the ever-dependable Phillip Jones, and the even the various ringside staff. So far, so Warfare… but tonight is different. Partly in a way which the fans know about, and partly in a way of which they as yet have no idea…
As is now de rigeur, the effects lads attempt to detonate the entire stage with pyro, which naturally the fans love. Once ACW’s theme music has had an airing (it’s so good that no one can quite memorise its awesomeness once they leave the arena), there is a momentary pause… and then audio has a go at “busting something up good and proper” by cueing in the intro to “I’m a Bomb” at volumes which are almost certainly illegal under most circumstances. The crowd, who are not exactly being shy and retiring, go even more nuts as a shapely figure strides out on to the stage, and down to the ring.
Alicia Laureano already has her mic with her, and Philip is still in the ring from giving his pre-broadcast direction to the fans; the noise threatens to get into a loop, but Alicia seemingly has other ideas, and raises her hand to signal for a bit of quiet. Somehow this works, at least enough for her to be heard without yelling.Alicia: Good evening, ladies, gentlemen and children – this is ACW’s Monday Night Warfare! More cheering, etc. Alicia just smiles.Alicia: Now, as one or two of you may vaguely be aware, tonight is something of a sad one for me, since it’s my last show, and all. General sounds of disappointment, etc. The anthro-furry community in particular has several extra counsellors on-line as she speaks to deal with the fallout.Alicia: So, I thought, this is an important show. And to that end, I’ve prepared a little piece, which I’d like to ask Philip to read. A tribute, if you will. Philip looks a little surprised at this; Alicia hands him a folded sheet of paper, which the ring announcer extraordinaire manipulates with practiced skill. He clears his throat.Philip: Ahem…..”We are gathered here tonight in recognition of an amazing collection of people. No CGI is used, no scripting teams write the jokes, and the tears are real. From lightweights to heavyweights, rookies to champions, everyone has their part to play in making this fed what it is; the best damn wrestling promotion in the world today! But on this night of nights, it is only right that we single out one person in particular for praise. A lynchpin of the organization, someone who has witnessed every show and whose influence backstage is second to one. Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we offer our heartfelt thanks to the one, the only- He pauses…Philip: BK LONDON?!Yes, everyone heard that right; as Philip reads out the name, confetti starts fluttering down from the ceiling along with some balloons, and celebratory music plays, a banner appearing on the Alphatron bearing the legend, “BK London Appreciation Night”. Confusion quickly becomes a roar of approval, and Philip slips out of the ring as Alicia takes over the reins.Alicia: Oh, yes, you’ve got it, folks. You see, there’s been a lot of chatter backstage recently, and though you guys wouldn’t know about it, there’s a lot of people back there who have reason to be grateful to our esteemed double champion… and none more so than myself. She leans on one of the turnbuckles, her gaze tracking slightly into the middle distance.Alicia: BK London is, and has always been, one of the people I look up to the most in this business. We’ve had our differences, some of them quite vicious, but that doesn’t diminish the respect I have for him, as my contemporary and the one of the benchmarks I have always judged my own achievements by. And as I’ve reflected on things of late, I came to realize that I never gave him the direct credit due. If I’ve one regret, it’s that I haven’t been able to face him one more time before taking my final bow; but, trust me, when you all see the state I’m going to leave Hunter in this evening, I’m sure you’ll agree that it would hardly be fair of me to put my most esteemed colleague through that less than a week before Genocide. There is another pop for the much-anticipated PPV and its speculated contents. Alicia smiles again, and decides that she’s said plenty; there’s an Appreciation Show to get through, after all.Alicia: So everyone, enjoy tonight’s programme, and you especially BK. As for myself… all I want to say is that this place has been more important to me than anyone can know, and I’m going to miss you all greatly. If you’d like to share one last match with me, I’ll do my best to make you all proud. Thankyou, and I’ll see you later. Her music hits again, and Alicia slides out of the ring; cameras flash everywhere, and she moves close enough to touch fingers with a few of the fans straining at the barrier on her way out. She can’t hang around; after all, she promised herself she wouldn’t cry… at least, not until the very end.-------------------------------------------------- OOC: Surprise!
Actually, if we’ve got this right, there should only be one surprised person reading this right now. As I type this, the show is drawing ever closer; I’m dealing with an intermittent net connection and a slew of PMs, the number of which has darn-near doubled this week due to the extra efforts a whole load of people have put in. I’ve probably managed to reverse an important segment or two in the process, but I think everything’s in here somewhere.
BK, how does one go about expressing what you mean to ACW? It’s a task mere words struggle with. The more observant among you might have noticed the slightly odd title above… what does it mean? Well, a “Black Swan” is an event which is both incredibly rare, and entirely unheralded before the event itself takes place. A bolt from the blue, as it were. BK London, to put it simply, is an incredible example of a Positive Black Swan; who would have thought, four years ago, that there would be someone out there prepared to put in hundreds of hours, writing impeccable segments and matches, to truly make this fed of ours come alive? I won’t pre-empt much of what will be said tonight, but one thing in particular bears repeating; we are all exceptionally lucky that the Black Swan called BK London happened to us.
BK, all your efforts serve to constantly remind me why all my own time spent is worthwhile. I can’t begin to quantify how much I enjoy reading your work; sometimes it’s what gets me through an otherwise horrendous day. So I hope this goes a little way to helping you understand just how much we all value and care about you.
Enjoy….
AK [/i]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:47:25 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Episode 4: A Revelation Part 1 [/glow]Credit: Jon Taylor Welcome to another edition of...you guessed it...The Adventures of Lou The Magnificent Cameraman! If you have been reading the other episodes of Lou's Adventures (and if you haven't WHY not?!) you will know that in the last episode that Lou was offered his debut as a professional wrestler, which of course he accepted. Will Lou finally make his debut, or will his job as a Cameraman finally take its toll on his dream? Find out by reading on!
The scene opens up at what seems to be the inside of Griffin's old building, it believe it or seems that the place is a lot less run down than before! Thankfully, this time there is actually some lighting on, instead of the darkness which welcomed us in our last visit here. Of course the ring can still be seen in the corner of the room, which strangely enough has our hero; Lou in it at this very moment! The ol-- trainer Vince Griffin can also be seen standing in the ring instructing Lou. Both men look like they have been put through a tough work out, with Lou looking like he is about to keel over and die. Wisely Griffin calls for an end to the day's session, though Lou looks keen to carry on.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Awww.. come on just 15 minutes more, Vince! I could go another hour if I needed to! Vince Griffin | The Trainer: That's plenty enough for today, lad. Don't want to overdo it close to your debut, now do we? Lou looks slighty disappointed, though follows Griffin out of the ring. They both head towards a bench located directly opposite the ring next a wall. As both men sit down on the bench for a rest Lou reaches under the bench to pick up a bottle of water. Still breathing heavier than normal Lou takes the bottle cap off and thats a swig.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I feel that I have still have so much to learn...and I don't want to go into the match unprepared. Griffin chuckles, he too has a bottle of water in his hand and looks to have regained his breathe.Vince Griffin | The Trainer: Don't ya worry one bit, lad! Trust me, there's no way ya will be going into that match unprepared - that's why we stepped up ya training after all, isn't it? Lou takes another swig of his water before answering. He looks more reassured and confident now.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Heh, I guess you're right - though I was never the confident type... Vince Griffin | The Trainer: All ya need to do, lad is believe in ya self! The first to winning is believing! Lou takes one final swig of the water before placing on the ground next to his feet.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I guess I better start believing then. Vince Griffin | The Trainer: Ya better, 'cos come this Saturday 22nd of March ya'll be making ya debut as a professional wrestler! Lou suddenly looks up towards the ceiling in shock. This Saturday is Genocide. Griffin looks surprised at Lou's reaction.Vince Griffin | The Trainer: Ya ok , lad? Ya look like ya've seen a ghost! Lou suddenly snaps back into reality and tries to come up with an excuse for his strange reaction.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh...yea, sorry I guess it kinda got to me that I’m finally going to fulfil my lifelong dream. Vince Griffin | The Trainer: Heh, good to see ya've got the right heart - it's not often in this day and age that ya usually find someone with the right heart...but ya definitely have it! Lou tries to smile.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I hope so. Well, I better get going...I need to get to work - I don't want to be late again! Thanks for today's training. See you tomorrow. Vince Griffin | The Trainer: No problem! Good luck with that lass, hope she isn't too hard on ya today. Lou doesn’t look too thrilled.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh, she won't be changing any time soon, believe me. Lou manages a small chuckle before picking up his bottle of water from the floor and heading towards the door. Griffin says goodbye as the scene ends.[/font]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:51:03 GMT -5
Segment: “Insomnia” Credit: Lucrezia / T-Kiss [It’s been a relaxing weekend for ACW’s hottest couple. Retreating back to California at the conclusion of Meltdown, they have spent the last 48 hours soaking up the sun during the day and enjoying the clubs at night. As Sunday draws to a close, thoughts of catching the plane in the morning enter their minds and they retreat to bed for some sleep - or at least one of them does anyway ...] “Insomnia. I’ve had it ever since I was a kid. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how many hours I’ve wasted just lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Up until recently, I just gave up on sleep all together until exhaustion finally blacked me out. The endless nights and the parties that went on until dawn always distracted me from my condition, but now my life has changed. This angel lying next to me grounds me, and though that may sound like a complaint it is far from it. I was out of control, living recklessly day to day. To be honest, I’m surprised that I’m actually still alive considering the things I’ve partaken in. Now my life has meaning. She has given me something to live for, two things actually.
Of course, not being able to sleep these days does have its benefits. I watch her slumber on a constant basis, something that would most likely annoy her if she ever found out. Be that as it may, I can’t help it. It would be like not being able to admire the sparkles of a diamond or the smell of sweet perfume. I watch the moonlight illuminate every curve of her body, every inch of perfect flesh that I have been infatuated with since the moment I laid my eyes on her. Every time our lips meet I feel as if I want to melt into her, forever entwined. God I love this woman, more than life itself.
The thought of asking for her hand in marriage has crossed my mind more and more everyday, however, I don’t quite know if we are truly ready to take that next step. Though we are absolutely in love with one another, this level of commitment is still new to us. Having lived as wildly independent people for so long, the thought of being “tied down” forever is one that certainly would be given second thought by not just me, but by her as well. Still, a large part of me knows this is the girl I want to be with forever. I can’t even imagine waking up every morning and not seeing her lying here next to me. I went through that once and it twisted my very soul into pieces. The fear of her leaving again is what truly prevents me from asking her, I can’t risk it.
In the meantime, I’ll just be thankful to have her by my side. I can’t begin to fathom how many other women have laid next to me on this very bed, but yet, I still felt lonely. I never knew love, only lust. Now I have a companion, someone I can share things with. Its extremely liberating. I wonder if this is how AK feels. Of course its how she feels, what am I saying to myself! Now I know why she wouldn’t break away from Latino. I can only hope that the two of us can stand the test of time together like they have.” BZZZT! BZZZT BZZZ! BZZZT! BZZZT! [The annoying sound of the alarmclock takes him by surprise. Slamming his hand into it to stop it from shattering his ear drums any further, he feels the soft caress of Anna’s hand sliding up his face. During the commotion she has awakened and her lips burn for her good morning kiss. He draws her in and gives it to her, the sensation of which almost takes his breath away.] Anna: Morning sweetheart, did you have a good rest? [He pauses for a moment before answering. Of course he didn’t get any sleep, but does that truly mean his night was not at all good? Of course not. In fact, it was far from it.] TK *smiling*: You know what? I did. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:51:24 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Episode 4: A Revelation Part 2[/glow]Credit: Jon Taylor The scene opens up at the backstage area. We can see Lou the cameraman standing in a corridor with his camera slung over his shoulder. His facial expression is blank, and he doesn't seem to be showing any emotion at all. He begins to head down the corridor at a slow, but steady pace. If I wasn't so sure he was a man I’d say this man was a zombie! As he reaches the end of the corridor it opens out to the larger area....where Charlotte King can be seen standing waiting for him to catch-up obviously. She isn't the least patient ordinarily, and let me assure you - this occasion is no different! As Lou reaches her, he simply looks up at King.Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Any particular reason for the zombie-like impression? Lou continues to look blankly at King.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman:......huh? King seems a bit confused by Lou's lack of a response. Needless to say, she battles on regardless!Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I said...is there any particular reason for the zombie-like impression? Lou still has the same vacant gaze, and looks to be in a world of his own.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman:....nope, no reason at all. King's pissed off meter appears to be filling...probably 'cos that's the only thing she's getting filled recently! ha!Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Then why the vacant look of nothingness then? Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I fancied a change from the usual looking of somethingness. Normally this would warrant a cheeky smirk from Lou, but unfortunately no such thing happens today! SAD FACE FROM NARRATOR HERE! Though, this does serve to further annoy King which is always a good thing.Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Is something wrong? Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Apart from you asking useless questions as per usual, nope nothing is wrong. King glares at Lou. Lou stays blank. Go Lou go!Charlotte King | The Interviewer: I don't know what's up with you, but for some reason you're acting like a complete asshole all of a sudden. Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: No shit, sherlock. Lou's lack of caring seems to be getting to King, who seems to becoming a bit upset with Lou's attitude.Charlotte King | The Interviewer: There is no need for that, Lou. If you're going to continue acting this way then you may as well go home. Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman:....like that will solve anything. King notices Lou's slip of the tongue and closes in.Charlotte King | The Interviewer: It won't solve what, Lou? Lou notices his mistake and tries to brush over it.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh nothing...nothing to concern yourself with. Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Well it's obviously bothering you... Lou seems to be getting annoyed with King's prising - but then again who wouldn't?!Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: It's nothing, JUST KEEP YOUR NOSE OUT OF MY BUSINESS OK?! King looks taken aback by Lou raising his voice. Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Sorry, sorry...I didn't mean that! King tries to come across as sympathetic...what's her game?!Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Lou...if you tell me what the problem is maybe I can help - you're clearly worked up about something. Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: No, it's my mess and I have to sort it out by myself. Give me 5 minutes to gather my head together and I’ll catch you up. King concedes defeat and heads off to give Lou time to think on his own. Lou begins pacing in a circle at looking above at the ceiling.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: What the fuck am I supposed to do?! Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: If I do the match I lose my job... Lou pauses momentarily but continues to pace.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: ...but if I don't go I lose my chance at fulfilling my dream... Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman:...either way I’m screwed! Lou stops pacing around, he slaps himself across the cheek.Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Get a hold of yourself, Lou! You got yourself into this situation it's up to you to get yourself out of it! It seems as though Lou has got his head together...for now. He begins to head off towards the direction King went as the scene slowly closes. Will Lou fulfil his dream? Will Lou keep his job? Or will Lou just decide to say fuck it and do neither?! FIND OUT IN THE NEXT EPISODE....THE FINALE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:52:39 GMT -5
Segment: Faceoff (Credit: BK/Flamingo)
As the scene opens, the camera pan quickly through the crowd until a very familiar theme is heard blasting throughout the speakers.
HELLOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN!
"Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z featuring Lil' Wayne sounds throughout the ACW arena and the crowd is on their feet as BK London makes his way throughout the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage, surveying the crowd through his tinted sunglasses, and makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. Attired in his black hoodie with matching black pants, he's not necessarily here to fight - but he will if he has to. He hops over the top rope with ease before hopping on the middle turnbuckle and acknowledging his fans in the audience. Various shots of BK London signs throughout the crowd are shown until the focus returns to back in the ring.
The lights return to normal.
The music fades out.
And BK London is ready to get this thing on the road.
BK London: I'm not here to cut any long-winded promos tonight - so let's get straight to the point. I told Mickey Flamingo last week on Meltdown that he had until TONIGHT to inform Adrian Flamingo about his little "mishap". So as far as I am concerned, the next thing - and the only thing - I want to hear is Adrian Flamingo's music as he walks down that ramp. So come on out Addie!
BK London begins to pace back and forth in the ring and eventually walks over towards the ropes, resting his arms on the top rope. He stares at the stage, and no one comes out within the 10 second interval. He chuckles to himself while scratching his beard a bit, and he returns to the mic.
BK London: You know what? Now that I think about it, it's not really important of Adrian Flamingo comes down to this ring. You see, already I know, the people know...
Cheap pop from the people.
BK London: And most importantly, Gingerdude NOW knows, that Adrian Flamingo has been lying about his "injury". So as far as I am concerned, whether he comes down to this ring or not, at Genocide it will be Adrian Flamingo going one on one with B-K London!
The announcement of this match gets quite the reaction from the crowd. It's definitely a match that the fans have been waiting 7 months for, and they're eager to see these two tear each other apart in the ring.
BK London: But I WOULD like to see Adrian Flamingo's face before I punch it in this Saturday at Genocide - so guess what? Adrian, if you won't come down to this ring, I'll just have to meet you backstage.
BK manages to get his leg through the ropes to exit the ring, when suddenly Adrian Flamingo appears on the Alphatron. He's standing in a very dimly lit area, but you can notice the arrogant smirk on his face very clearly. Slowly, he begins to clap while BK London backs up in the ring and removes his sunglasses.
Adrian Flamingo: Hold on there, tiger, I've got something I want to say before the brawling commences. You know, I would never have thought that you would ever wander down to Mexico, and, hell, I would've thought you'd be too stupid to figure out Wagner was never real. So all I want to say is congrats for not being as dumb as you look. You know, BK, I'm standing out here in this lovely parking lot in the exact same spot where you put me through a limo and I have to say, it's been about two months since I've had any sort of fight. I don't really feel like waiting a couple of days to finally have this fight, so come on out and play, BK. I'll be waiting...
McNally: I don't like the sound of that!
Edison: It might be a trap, but it appears that BK London doesn't really give damn, he's heading backstage to that parking lot and getting him some of Adrian.
Dropping the mic, he slips out of the ring and races up the ramp and through the curtains. The cameras scramble backstage to find a good shot of BK London, and they finally do as he makes his way through the black walk way from the set. At first BK begins to walk very briskly before speeding up the pace as he runs through ACW's corridors. He passes by various members of the crew and the ACW roster before making it to the double doors.
From afar, there's Adrian Flamingo - he could notice those blonde curly locks anywhere. BK London quickly sprints in the direction of Flamingo, and Flamingo begins to book it himself. Racing around a few cars, BK finally lays a huge forearm to the back of Flamingo's head.
Edison: He's got him! He's got Flamingo!
McNally: And it BK London is holding nothing back! He's really giving it to him!
He's got Flamingo caught between two parked cars and he's stomping viciously away at him, before getting down on his knees and pummeling him with rights after rights. Desperately Flamingo turns on his stomach to avoid being hit in the face, and BK now pounds on the back of his head. He grabs the hair of Flamingo to pull him right up, and in a strange twist of fate, the hair comes right off Flamingo's head.
Edison: What the f-
McNally: That's not Flamingo at all! It's an imposter!
BK turns over the imposter Flamingo over on his back, and it's none other than the thorn in BK London's backside - Kevin Anderson. After kneeing him a few more times in his ribs, he rises up and out of nowhere Adrian Flamingo blindsides the former ACW Champion with a forearm to the back of his head. BK rolls over the hood of the car and falls over on the other side, not managing to get his balance.
The real Adrian Flamingo, who looks as fit as a fiddle, walks around the front of the car and continues his assault. He picks up the head of BK London and smashes it into the hood several times, before throwing him head first into the windshield. It's deja vu all over again of their last physical encounter nearly two months ago, but the result looks like it's going to be a little different.
The crowd nor the announcers can't be heard now, the only thing that can be heard is the sound of BK London writhing in agonizing pain. Flamingo peels the grand slam champion off the windshield and drags him away from the cars. He now sets up BK London for what looks to be a piledriver, but BK manages to counter it with a back body drop. Flamingo drops back first on the solid concrete, and he too now howls out in pain. BK drops down to his knees, trying to catch his breath while attempting to get back to a vertical base and Flamingo continues to writhe on the ground in pain.
BK picks up Adrian and tosses him into the hood of a car before backing up. He's feeling the effects of getting his head slammed repeatedly into the metal hood of the car and is unable to see what's coming up next. As quick as a cat, a figure shows up behind BK London and whacks him in the knee with some sort of weapon.
Within seconds BK London is on the ground screaming in pain as he clutches his knee, the same knee that was injured last August at the hands of Adrian Flamingo. The camera gets a shot of the figure, and without any surprise, it's revealed to be Adrian's dear ol' Uncle Mickey. Mickey smiles while he continues to wield what appears to be a crowbar in hand and now Adrian finds his way over to the scene.
Adrian Flamingo: Good goin' Mickey. Kevin, you alright?
Kevin slowly pulls himself up from the ground, clutching his back and a bit of blood slowly dripping from his busted lip. Mickey tosses the crowbar over to Adrian who whacks BK in the side of his knee again for good measure. Adrian smiles down at BK as the former world champ writhes in pain.
Adrian Flamingo: Mickey, Kev, get his arms!
Doing as they were told, the Miraculous One and the Internet each take one of BK's arms and hold them behind his back while still forcing him on the ground. For a moment, BK forgot all of the sharp pain in his previously weak knee as Adrian got inches away from his face. Adrian loved every single moment of this, it was as if his birthday present had finally arrived two months late. Flamingo clutched his own knee and wrinkled up his face.
Adrian Flamingo: WHHHHYYYYYY?!
BK struggled to get at Adrian, but Mickey and Kevin forced him back to the ground. Flamingo placed his boot in the middle of BK's chest and helped his boys force him down. His curly blonde hair fell in front of his face as he got dangerously close to BK again.
Adrian Flamingo: You know, BK, you should've just played the game, pal. All of this could've gone away if you had just played the game from the very beginning. You're beautiful wife would still be at her side... your daughter wouldn't watch you fail night after night... and you could've retired at the top of your game. You just couldn't take the easy road, could ya pal? Nope, not BK London... not the Blueprint for Success! Instead, you're going to make me do things the old fashioned way... it's kinda funny that our first official match is going to be your last, isn't it?
Flamingo slapped BK across his face and pushed him back down on the ground with his boot. With those words firmly embedded in BK London's mind, both Flamingos and Kevin make their way off camera back towards the arena - leaving BK London in an insurmountable amount of pain. Officials and referees race from the back now that the fight is over, and begin to attend to BK London. As they attempt to help him up to his feet, he pushes them away - not wanting their help, but only a piece of Adrian Flamingo. He attempts to rise up on his own, but collapses once he feels the sharp pain in his knee again.
With the two facing off for the first time ever at Genocide, Adrian Flamingo has already certified himself an early advantage in the match. The question now lies: Will BK London have enough in him to fight Adrian Flamingo this Saturday? Will he even make it to Genocide at that?
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:53:35 GMT -5
Match 1: Mr. Red vs. Bo Diaz (Credit: Mr. Red)
The scene fades to see Bo already standing in the ring. He paces back and forth awaiting the arrival of his latest enemy.
"Reds Fan" by Freekbass blares out of the PA. Mr. Red makes his way to the ring. He slaps hands with a few hands at ringside before sliding into the ring and going nose to nose with his former friend.
Red: I'm going to show you that I am just as tough as you have ever seen me.
Bo: Whatever, bitch. You're nothing but a pussy now.
Bo slaps Red across the face. Red returns with a stiff punch across the jaw that drops Bo to the mat. Red mounts Bo and lands a few more stiff punches before the referee pulls them apart. Bo half crawls and half stumbles to the corner. Red pushes past the ref and meets Bo in the corner with a stiff boot to the chest.
Red lands a few more Austin-like boots before another figure is noticed sliding into the ring. The referee quickly calls for the bell as Gabriel Peters races across the ring and attacks Red from behind.
Mr. Red drops to the mat as Gabriel helps Bo up from the corner. Both men begin to stomp away at Mr. Red. They both pull Mr. Red to his feet. They give each other a simple nod.
Bo and Gabe follow up with an inverted 3D that plants Red on the back of his neck. Bo gets up and walks to the ropes, taunting members of the crowd. Behind him, Gabriel sets up behind him. He is looking to set up and lock the Deadly Vice on Bo.
Bo turns around and see Gabriel. His eyes widen. Gabriel grins at Bo and turns his attention to Red. He locks Red in his Deadly Vice submission. Red begins tapping and screaming in agony as Bo walks over and kneels down in front of him. He slaps Red across the face a few times before music hits the speakers again.
The unfamiliar sound of "Ni Freud Ni Tu Mama" by Belinda begins to play in the arena. Gabriel releases his hold on Mr. Red. Him and Bo both turn their attention of the ramp to see who is coming out to help Mr. Red. They both realize that this will obviously be Mr. Red's tag team partner to face them this weekend at Genocide. They stare for a moment but see no one coming out onto the stage.
The crowd sees a small, petite figure awaiting on the top turnbuckle. The figure has a Cincinnati Reds jersey and a Cincinnati Reds baseball hat. Gabriel turns around as the mystery attacker leaps off the turnbuckle and connects him with a beautiful dropkick. Peters slides out of the ring. Bo turns around and charges the new arrival to the ring. Bo is quickly met with an enziguiri from Mr. Red's newest friend.
Bo rolls out of the ring and begins to back up the ramp with Gabriel. They stare into the ring as "the friend" takes off the baseball hat. "The friend" shakes her hair out of the ponytail it was in. The crowd roars as they now see that Mrs. Red has come to the aid of her fiancee.
Both Bo and Gabriel are now shown getting pissed on the ramp after seeing that a female just kicked their asses out of the ring. They are even more pissed at seeing that it was Mrs. Red in particular.
Mrs. Red helps her man to his feet and grabs for a microphone.
Mrs. Red: Sabes que? Yep. That's right. I am Mr. Red's tag team partner for Genocide. He has been secretly training me for almost 2 months now and I am fully prepared to make myself and active member of this ACW roster.
Another figure appears on the stage behind Gabriel and Bo. They crowd reacts to see Chairman Gingerdude with a mic in his hand.
Gingerdude: It has come to my attention that Mr. Red seems to have forgotten something.
Mr. Red, who is shown leaning on the ropes, mouths the word "What?" up at the chairman.
Gingerdude: Before agreeing to take part in the tag team match, you had agreed to take part in another Entertainment Championship match that will also be at Genocide. Now I am going to honor your first commitment. But I cannot agree to book you in two "grueling" matches at a big show like Genocide.
Bo and Gabriel turn around and glare up at their boss. Gingerdude holds up a finger to say hold on. Mrs. Red walks over to Mr. Red and has a few words with him.
Gingerdude: Now I know that Mr. Red vs Andrew Starr for the Entertainment Championship WILL take place at Genocide.
The crowd roars at the sound of this rematch from weeks ago.
Gingerdude: Don't think that you other three have been forgotten. No no no. You see, Mrs. Red........
She turns her attention to Gingerdude with a worried look on his face.
....you say that you are ready to "activate" yourself into real competition?
She slowly nods her head and moves slowly behind Mr. Red. She stares over his shoulder up the ramp.
Gingerdude: Well, this Saturday is your chance. I am booking you in a match. Not just any match. You will compete in a handicapped match. Mrs. Red WILL be in action against Bo Diaz AND Gabriel Peters! How big of a dick am I?
The chairman turns and disappears backstage as 2 different forms of hell break loose in the arena.
Bo and Gabriel point and laugh at Mrs. Red in the ring. Their expressions quickly turn serious as they both want to get down there and get the match on now. Both, realizing they have to wait, begin to back up the ramp. Bo backs into Gabriel and accidentally elbows him. Gabriel pushes Bo forcefully and sends him stumbling down the ramp a few steps. Bo spins around and gets into the face of Gabe. They exchange a handful of words before they both turn their heads to the ring. They both point and mouth a few evil words to Mrs. Red and finally head backstage. But not before pushing each other around trying to see who will be the first to get through the curtain.
Back down in the ring, Mrs. Red spins her man around and begins to scream at him. She still has the mic in her hand so the crowd is barely able to hear the two.
Mrs. Red: What you mean you agreed to a match already? How you forget something like that?
Mr. Red: I didn't realize that was official. Honey, I had no idea I was even going to get the match.
Mrs. Red: What the hell am I going to do? How the hell am I going to survive against 2 people that would have no problem seeing me dead? Baby, they are going to kill me.
Mr. Red: No they won't. I will see to it. All you have to do is focus on winning. I will come up with an idea. We can get through this.
They both leave the ring and head backstage. As the scene fades out, Mr. Red is shown walking with his arm around Mrs. Red. He is giving her words of encouragement as they disappear.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:54:01 GMT -5
OOC segment - Credit : Jin
Just a fore note, I suck at long speeches. Now I will start off by saying that I can't say "BK has helped me in every way" because he hasn't. Now this isn't a knock, I just haven't needed him too much. However whenever I do, he helps. He writes segments, helps shows, is in OOC and even made me an avatar. So in conclusion, YOU DA MAN BK!
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OOC Segment: BK Appreciation Post (Credit: Rattlesnake)
What can I say about BK? When I first came to ACW, he went out of his way to help me set up my first feud with Gooey. He was and still is very helpful.
There's one time that sticks out in my mind. I had been in the fed for roughly 2 full months, just coming off a good end to Fallen Heroes 2006, and the next match I had was with BK. Let's be honest, I never stood a ghost of a chance. But this is BK we're talking about. A surprise win here and it kick-started a real good feud with BK. All of the planning, all of the discussion, made it all worth it. I was having fun again (most of the vets know of my tale and how discouraged I was with e-fedding) and that's what I was able to treasure most.
When I became Emperor of the Ring in 2006, BK had just become the ACW World Champion again. The one thing everyone thought would happen was a World Title match between BK and myself. I kind of was too, but that match never happened. My belief is that it would have been too early for an epic match like that. And now some 16 months later, if I was still here, that match could happen. Who knows? Some day I'll come back so it can.
The thing about BK is that you can hit him up and, if he can help you, he will. For that all of us should really be grateful to have someone like him here.
Thank you BK. Thank you for everything you've done.
Snake a.k.a. Dustin
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:54:35 GMT -5
Segment: An introduction to the future of ACW... Credit: Jon Taylor, FSX, Zero, Blaine Stone
The scene opens up at the ringside of the ACW arena, having just shortly returned from a commercial break. The crowd look fairly disinterested, but that's no surpise is it? The crowd don't want to see jobbers with no skills, oh no! They want to see people with talent...PEOPLE LIKE THE ULTIMATE COMPETITOR! PEOPLE LIKE THE CRAZY MAN FALLEN SOULS! PEOPLE LIKE THE EGOTISTICAL SON OF A BITCH NAMED BLAINE STONE! And last, but by certainly no means least...PEOPLE LIKE THE MONSTER LIMELIGHT! You see, people don't pay to see a talentless useless person like...well Thunderkiss...oh no - they pay to see entertainment..they pay to see action...they pay to see TALENT! They pay to see the newest stable in ACW! Well, lucky for them they're about to! Yes, I can predict the future, WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Right, back to setting the scene.
The ringside staff can be seen rushing around like fools as per usual setting up the ring for the next match..unluckily for them there is about to be an unscheduled visit. The crowd still look as interested in the action as I would be in cutting my own head off - now let it be known I'm not the slightest interested in doing such a thing! However, the lights all around suddenly dim, which as one would expect gathers a slight reaction from this unforgiving crowd. As per usual the arena descends into darkness for what appears to be quite awhile, though in all honesty it is a matter of mere seconds as after a moment or two, pyro suddenly shoot out the bottom of the entrance ramp and erupt into the air in opposite diagonal direction. Thankfully, the crowd react a tad more this time..now not the sorta pop you'd expect to receive if say Jon Taylor won the World Title from Blunderkiss--sorry, Thunderkiss - but better than previously nonetheless. As I'm sure you guessed swiftly following the pyro, the lights switch back on - to reveal a nice bit of white smoke making it's way out of the entrance curtain. Suddenly "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy hits the P.A System and the alphatron for the newest stable (and best may I remind you) in ACW hits the..well alphatron. The smoke slowly drifts away to reveal Jon Taylor, Fallen Souls, Blaine Stone, Limelight and his manager Savich (gosh that was quite the mouthful!) standing at the top of the entrance ramp. The idiot fans of course proceed to boo the fuck out of these fine 5 men...how dare they! The men stand there for a moment to soak in all the affection from their delightful supporters before beginning to head towards the ring...Taylor of course leads as, well let's face it he does have the biggest ego in the whole ACW, and this new stable will only help to grow it even bigger! Typically Taylor has his cocky smirk on his face, but it appears Stone is giving him a run for his money today. You know, in sheer jackassery and smirking. As the men enter the ring they are subject of yet more abuse from the fans...when will this nonsense stop? As the 5 men fill the ring Taylor heads over to the side of the ring where the ringside staff are to snatch a microphone out of one of the lazy men's hands. As the crowd begin to die down Taylor heads towards the center of the ring surrounded by the other men, he looks ready to speak. Boo!! Wow, even the narrator hates him!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: How kind of you to offer such a wonderful reception on our arrival!
The crowd of course boos, while Taylor and the other men bar Limelight laugh/smirk.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ah, always great to receive such a warm welcome isn't it? [Taylor looks towards the rest of the stable who nod] Now, let's not waste any time and get straight down to business, eh? After all, these people aren't exactly the brightest sparks are they? It's going to take some time to actually get through to them. Right, so i'm guessing you people loved our magnficent domination of not one, but three of ACW's biggest and most well known competitors...in well the entire history of ACW! [The crowd boo] No? Was it the pain of seeing your favourite competitor...Mr. Blunderkiss having his thick skull driven through the ring canvas by Limelight here? [Taylor gestures to Limelight, Savich places his arm on the shoulder of his monster] Or was it seeing Alicia Laureano having her, well her Soul knocked the hell out of her by Fallen? [The crowd continue booing] Surely it couldn't of been myself knocking Senator Steve Phillips out cold with the Taylor Made?! I mean after all, he disowned all you people just like we did! [the crowd continue to boo and start chanting Taylor sucks] Difficult people to please, I see. Just as well aren't trying to please then, eh?
Taylor pauses as the crowd continue to chant and boo.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I'm sure you are all wondering in the pea sized objects you people like to call a brain, why we did what we did last Thursday...I mean after all you don't realise that to stop yourself from becoming fat fucks you actually have to do exercise...sorry, sorry! Beating a dead horse there, aren't I? Well, I guess myself and my fellow peers will have to spell it out for you then.
Taylor pauses, Stone, Fallen, and Savich continue to look into the crowd with truimphant smiles on their faces.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So, where to start in all this? I guess the beginning will do. See, in recent times let's face it...ACW has gone to the shitter, sure you have Jon Taylor, Fallen Souls, Blaine Stone and Limelight...but what the hell else does ACW have going for it? We have a giant talentless oaf as the World Champion, his lacky as the Entertainment Champion (who may I add provides absolutely no entertainment what so ever!) and we have the rest of his lackys in a stable, who think they run the place. Add to that the Senatorial Stable where you have Mr. Mediocre Jonny Hughes...who couldn't out wrestle a retard, Mr. I Should Be In a Retirement Home Senator Phillips...who lost it long ago and you have a company who would be a better fit as a circus act rather than proclaiming to be the best in the business. Now, I can see you all wandering "why did they do it" since you're all THAT slow. So, I guess the only way to go about it is to have these fine gentlemen explain themselves their reasons why they decided to join forces with not only myself, but the other men standing next to me.
As Taylor lowers the microphone the boos become louder still. He holds it out towards Fallen Souls who is standing adjacent from him.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: If you would be so kind, Fallen.
Fallen grabs the microphone from Taylor. The crowd doesn't seem to hate Fallen as much as Taylor, though that could all change soon enough.
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: I'd like to take a moment to say your thank you to Taylor for not spending all night with his sarcastic comments, because really he could of if he wanted. Anyway, down to business! I know alot of you aren't very happy with what went down on Meltdown, but you all have to understand the situation of it all. That things had to happen that way and their really wasn't much of a choice in the manner. Though you may not of agreed with the methods that we used, or the fact we happened to beat the hell out of three people to make a point, if we didn't you wouldn't understand that things are changing!
As the others in the group seem to generally agree with what Fallen is saying, Taylor does appear a bit put off by some of the snide comments.
Fallen Souls | The International Champion: It's really a shame that I had to make a change of scenery, and had to hurt people that I respect, but I needed to be noticed. I'm fucking tired of standing in the shadows of giant egos as they battle over who is best and completely ignore everyone else around them. How could I honestly expect to reach the height of my potential when I have to run around and make sure those two don't kill themselves? Who would give that guy a chance? No one. I'm not about to do the same thing here. These guys may have inflated egos of their own, but it's not my problem to clean up their messes. We're here together to change things as a team, and make ourselves stand out in a business that punishes those that don't follow a formula. Quite basically we're going to go ahead and become the future of this business, and it's a real shame if that troubles you. Get with the times.
As Fallen finishes giving his reasons the smirk grows on Taylor's face. Stone looks very eager to have his turn to speak and literally grabs it out of a startled Fallen's hand.
Blaine Stone | The Paragon of Perfection: The great creation has always begun with a single catastrophic event, regardless of if you believe that it was created with a bang or by the words of the great creator.. In ACW's instance, it was both. It has been said that changes will be made in ACW, and what better way for it to begin than by starting with the root of the problem: the corrupt, self-serving fools at the top of the cards.. The Senator's, the Alicia Laureano's.. and Thunderkiss's.. For too long, they believed that they will reign at the top of the mountain, blinded by their own delusions of grandeur so greatly that they couldn't see that lurking in the shadows, an even greater entity would emerge to usurp the power that they have claimed for themselves, a being that can lead ACW into the promised land, one that all of you blind sheep in the crowd can follow into greatness... none other than the Paragon of Perfection, Blaine Stone! Together with the brilliance of one Jon Taylor, the brute force of Limelight, FSX's... X factor, we will usher in the dawn of a new era in ACW, and everyone one from the novices in the back to all of you blind sheep have two options: make it easy and submit to our will without struggle, or we will break you into submission.. And that, my friends, is written in Stone.
As a very smug borderline egotistical Stone finishes giving his speech he takes his own time to hand the microphone to Limelight's manager, Nicholas Savich. It is clear the crowd detest Stone as much as Taylor...which is no surprise as they both have egos the size of the statue of liberty's head!
Nicholas Savich | Limelight's manager: Alright, let's get straight to business here people, so that means shut your goddamn mouths and listen up! One week ago, I was on the verge of literally snapping and sending Jon Taylor head first through a wall compliments of Limelight here! Why? Well, that's simple. He disobeyed me. I told him what to do when he was paired up with Limelight in action, but he didn't quite listen! Of course I warned him what would happen if he were to do so -- but then right before I crushed him like a bug ... something changed my mind. Jon Taylor made a suggestion. "What if we worked together?"
--Well, that question got me wondering. "What if." I told him by Thursday I would have an answer for him, and when Nicholas Savich makes a promise, he sticks by it! Quite frankly, I don't like these people that stand beside me in the ring! Honestly, these people aren't my friends. So now you're probably wondering "If they aren't your friends, then why did you help them?" Well -- this question is even simpler. I was sitting backstage watching that six man tag team match up and when all hell just broke out -- one thing caught my eye particularly. And that one thing was the Heavyweight Champion, Thunderkiss leaving the ring to most likely save his own ass from getting beat.
At that very moment I knew what we had to do! At that very moment, I realized which choice I was going to make! Since I promised I'd give Taylor an answer, I brought this big man out to the stage as quick as I could and I sure as hell gave Taylor an answer when we totally dominated the World Heavyweight Champion! Limelight and I are not in this for the "glamor" or for any of that bullshit! We are in this because nearly each and every one of us in this ring share a common hate for Mr. 500%, Thunderkiss! Together, we will bring down Thunderkiss! We will bring down Entourage! And most importantly, we will bring down ACW itself at its very own base!
As a grinning Savich finishes his sentence for crowd look even more resentful than before...good god these men are good aren't they? Savich doesn't seem to go eager to return the microphone to Taylor, he doesn't seem too impressed, though still has a smirk on his face, as one should!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Now I hope everyone was listening carefully to these fine gentlemen standing beside me, as they won't be saying again. Now, I guess it's just myself to give my own reason now, isn't it? [The crowd chant we don't care] Oh, you will care - believe you me! Now, where was I? Ah, yes reasons. So, I guess you people and pretty much everyone else in ACW are all wandering; Jon Taylor and Fallen Souls allies...both in the same stable? I have to admit it may be a tad puzzling to the average joe, but in all essence it is really quite simple really. This man, Fallen Souls not only beat me once for my championship...but he beat me twice! Now, I'm not one to admit I've been wrong, but Fallen proved to me that I was. See, I'm sure we could have another great match...but why should we? Instead of trying to kill each other it makes much more sense to aid each other, doesn't it? After all, in this common age it isn't just yourself who determines your success...if it was I would be an undefeated world champion after all! [Taylor laughs] No, it's the people that you have around you; and look at the people standing in this very ring. Sure, alone we may be beatable by Blunderkiss and his Lackey Brigade, alone we may not stand much of a chance against Senator and his no talented followers...but together we are not only the most talented individuals in ACW, we are not only the most intelligent individuals...we are the future of ACW! It's time to rid ACW of the poison that is The Entourage, it is time to rid ACW of the poison that is The Senatorial Stable, it is time for a new beginning...it is time for The Second Coming of ACW!
As Taylor finishes his statement the crowd respond with yet more boos and chants directed at the men standing in the ring. Taylor throws the microphone down the canvas as the men exit the ring. As the men head up the entrance ramp to yet more abuse the camera slowly fades out into another commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:55:11 GMT -5
Segment “Wits’ End” Credit: Nick Durden / T-Kiss
[Nick Durden is truly a man at his wit’s end. Haunted by the menace that is the ACW World Champion Thunderkiss, he has resorted to hiding out in his Venice Beach home, the one place where he thought he would be free from TK’s diabolical schemes, or so he thought. Nick sits at his breakfast table, reading the morning comics.]
Nick: Silly Marmaduke, the dog thinks it’s a person!
[Nick’s morning routine is suddenly interrupted by a thunderous hammering noise from above. Looking up at his ceiling, dust from the roof begins to crumble down upon him. He is just barely able to leap out of the way before a huge chunk of his roof collapses down! Looking down through the hole where the roof used to be is none other than Thunderkiss!]
TK: The name is Bond, James Bond!
Nick: Shitpissfuckcuntcocksuckermotherfuckertits!
[TK leaps down through the roof and lands in front of Nick.]
TK: C WUT I DID THAR? I figured you could use a skylight.
Nick: Damnit, how’d you find out where I lived?
TK: I know all and see all Mr. Durden! Well, truth be told I accessed your ACW file. Don’t try to make an scene about either because I will so totally deny it. Besides, you should be open with me about things like this, we are good buddies, after all. I’m actually quite saddened that you never invited me over before.
Nick: You know, you should be so used to my “get the hell out” routine by now that I shouldn’t even have to say it.
TK: Now, Nick, my boy, that’s no way to talk to the guy who’s been slaving week after week to make you the most thunderific ACW superstar...right after me of course. If you haven’t figured it out by now, that’s why I’m here Nick. I have something special for you!
Nick: Oh no way, bucko. I’ve heard that same speech one, no two, no three too many times!
TK: Durden, I am a wrestler not a 18th century historian. How was I supposed to know simple makeup would so dearly offend those dudes?
Nick: Any idiot knows blackface is offensive to the African American community.
TK: Well you agreed to it, so what does that say Durden? Besides, you were supposed to be a dark elf. How can one be a dark elf without their skin being black? People are so sensitive these days! Anyway, things could have been worse. You were lucky BK London wasn’t there. He would’ve superkicked you out of your boots!
[TK breaks out into a hearty guffaw but soon ceases upon realizing the joke isn’t catching on.
TK: But anyway, you gotta believe me when I tell you my next idea is foolproof.
Nick: It’d have to be idiot-proof for it to work, buddy.
TK: Oh I see. Well, I guess I’ll just have to give this SHINY NEW ACW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH CONTRACT to someone more appreciative of the Thundaman!
[TK pulls out a slip of paper that does indeed look remarkably similar to a genuine ACW World Championship match contract. Nick’s eyes light up as there is hardly any more inspirational incentive than a shot at the richest prize in professional wrestling.]
Nick: You’d give me the opportunity to take that precious title belt from you just for me to participate in another one of your cockamamie regiments?
TK: You hypothesis is 500% correct. However, you’re not interested...
[TK turns to leave, but he doesn’t get far as Nick quickly steps out in front of him.]
Nick: All right, pal, your powers of persuasion are truly unrivaled.
[Nick swipes the contract from TK’s hands and inspects it closer. Everything seeming to check out, Nick grabs a pen and signs on the dotted line. He folds it in half and sticks it neatly into his pocket for safekeeping.]
Nick: Just so it’s perfectly plain and simple, after Genocide, I’ll be the World Champion, then it’s you who’ll be needing training to catch up with me, that clear?
TK: A clear as my reflection on an oiled stripper's ass.
[TK chuckles as he pats Nick on the shoulder and stomps away.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:55:52 GMT -5
Segment: "My Intention" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
As the show transitions into it next set, Rattlesnake appears on the AlphaTron. Suddenly the arena erupts with cheers from the thousands in attendance. In the corner of the AlphaTron is "Live via Satellite Orlando, Florida." He looks irritated at what transpired a couple of weeks ago.
Rattlesnake: I wish I were making this little appearance under better circumstances, but I'm not. I, as many of you, have had to bear witness to an atrocious, premeditated act. An item that belongs to me, that was left in the ring, was stolen by some miserable little son of a bitch.
The crowd boos...you know, like they usually would in a case like this. Continue reading like this sentence you're reading now never happened.
Rattlesnake: Some little chump who doesn't have a set of balls to even show himself is going around making all of these threats about stealing stuff, how he won't show himself until Fallen Heroes, and how he called me out.
Rattlesnake shakes his head. It was frustrating for him. He had just retired and someone is trying to draw him back in.
Rattlesnake: You want to call me out? Just name the time and place and I'll be there. Better yet, since the ball is in my court, I'll name the time and place. You may not reveal youself until Fallen Heroes, but if you want a confrontation, we'll do it at Genocide.
The very mention of Rattlesnake appearing at Genocide gets deafening cheers from the crowd. The seriousness in Rattlesnake's eyes show that he means business.
Rattlesnake: No matches. Just an in-ring confrontation, which seems to be what you and I both want. But don't get me wrong, I won't hesitate to strike. In fact, you can count on it happening.
There may not be a match, but the two of them should be face to face at Genocide.
Rattlesnake: Now, if you don't show up at Genocide, that's your choice. It means that if I want to get my hands around your fucking neck, I'm going to have to hunt you down myself. And let me be perfectly clear here, if I have to hunt you down, I'm going to make absolutely sure that someone else pays you a common courtesy. An eye for an eye...
Rattlesnake smirks.
Cobra: ...and a tooth for a tooth.
Rattlesnake/Cobra disappears from the AlphaTron with his/their intentions clear. Genocide. One way or another, whoever this mystery guy is, he will get what's coming to him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:56:14 GMT -5
Match 2: Predator vs. Wolf (Credit: Fallen Souls)
The night has hardly begun but an epic atmosphere has already made itself known with so many shocking surprises taking place! And to think, the night has barely begun thus far! What more insanity could take place? Well for one, this next match is one that has had people talking all night. It's very hard to believe that this match is actually booked for this show, and many believe it was taken from a card two years ago and accidentally placed in the program for this one. If anything, this match seems more of the sort that would take place on Fallout rather then ACW television. Despite all of this rumors have indeed been running rampant that Predator was in negotiation to sign a contract early last week, but to believe he's already been called back up prior to Genocide to have a match is making many skeptical. Regardless, someone must be getting ready to fight as Phillip makes his way into the ring for the introductions! But will it end up to just be Blaine Stone vs. Jin, or will the unpredictable match of the former tag team partners actually take place? As Wolf is seen short afterward making his way down to the ring, it seems that the match is actually taking place...which means people will have to react one way or another! But how...? NOW WE FIND OUT!
In a special twist in honor of the return of Predator to ACW television, a bastardized version of his entrance will take place! Yay! 'Stay Together For The Kids' By Blink 182 begins to play as everyone impatiently awaits the arrival of Predator...how dramatic. But as a referee begins to make his way down the entrance ramp instead, everyone turns to see Pred attack Wolf from behind as he ripped off his referee disguise! Gasp!
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It's never nice to attack someone from behind, especially when they know you like a book that has been basically destroyed over a long period of time! After a few more moments of getting slapped and punched in the back, Wolf manages to regain control of the temporary situation and throw Predator off of him like a speck of dust. There is a giant size advantages involved in this contest, as Predator appears as a very tiny man when stacked up next to Wolf. Fortunately, he's also much faster then Wolf! As he darts away from his former tag team partner and spends a good amount of time dodging and escaping attacks, but unfortunately it seems that Pred has forgotten that Wolf has been wrestling over the past year at a high Fallout-level, where Pred has simply been at a LUE-level as of late, and he's been cheating even there! Using his advanced ability to boot people in the face, so he does just that! Connecting quite easily and effectively with a big boot to Pred's face, it sends him spinning in a circle before being grabbed once again by Wolf before he can collapse to the ground and dropped with a DDT! With his head bouncing off the mat like a flat basketball with no real oompf left in it, Wolf was swift to get back to his feet and drop some boots to his old partner. This revenge would of likely been best served a few years back, but there isn't any harm with it happening right now either. Following a short stomp festival the match officially took a predictable turn for Wolf to be in control, and he didn't seem to have much a desire to left Predator take over. How is this so obvious? Probably the fact that every time his former partner rose to his feet he was brought down with a vicious and ugly looking clubbing blow, with Wolf wasting no time working through his entire inventory of maneuvers well letting the crowd get excited over his success. As Predator came up once more, he looked to Wolf for a single moment before falling down under his own will and trying to catch his breathe, not getting the opportunity as Wolf was quick to run off the ropes and come back with a huge HIGH JUMP LEG DROP!!! That was, obviously, followed by a pin!
And a two count, clearly! A little beat down isn't nearly enough to take out the greatest talent in ACW history ever to piss off everyone in ACW history! With a peeved look on his face, Wolf is quick back to his feet and running back into the ropes, apparently prepared to act like Hogan and hit himself another leg drop! It makes sense, but as always only one leg drop can be hit by such a large giant of a man in a match and Pred doesn't have much trouble rolling away from danger and out of the ring, apparently to catch his breathe. Pred wasn't used to such a high level of competition after his lengthy break, after all! And Wolf had been competing on ACW television quite consistently of late, even to the point where he was featured on the acclaimed and wondrous Bloody Valentine Pay Per View. Getting his ass kicked by a sado masochist. Anyway, back in the land of intense action and battling things are still quite intense between the two foes, as Pred manages to hang Wolf up on the top rope when he went to retrieve him from the ringside area. Gasping for air and clutching his throat, possibly choking himself accidentally in the process as he seemed to have a very tight grip on it, he gagged and gasped for air for a few moments before coming to a stop and giving a sigh of relief, ready to attack once again as he slowly made his way back to his feet. Pred was already standing their and waiting for his old friend, however, taking Wolf back to the mat effective immediately as he used his sly and incredible skill to hit a SPINNING WHEEL KICK! Of course, that didn't actually do much to hurt Wolf, but it sure did look cool when Pred jumped in the air in what almost seemed like slow motion! Realizing he failed to hurt Wolf at all, it was time for him to get serious.
LET'S GET PHYSICAL! PHY-SI-CAL! I WANNA GET PHYSICAL! OH OH OH YEAH....is probably what Pred was thinking when he paced back and forth and began to jump around the ring from foot to foot as Wolf slowly made his way back to his feet, likely looking to nail a boot into the side of his head as he got to his knees! But as he didn't run forward to do so when Wolf was on his knees it appeared that he had an entirely different plan after all. Waiting for Wolf to get back to his feet, Predator let out a loud cry before running forward and attempting to hit his Diving Stunner, which would of left Wolf hanged up on the top rope once again. But on this occasion, Wolf simply caught him as he was flying over the rope and effectively used the said rope as a springboard to send Pred back into the ring with a back suplex! Snazzy, isn't it? As Predator bounced on the mat a few times before miraculously finding himself landing in a dazed and confused vertical position, Wolf grabbed him with a single hand and pulled him up close into what looked like a hug! Awww, there making up! But wait! Most hugs don't involve so much head butting! Holding Pred there and driving their skulls together again and again was quite the sickening sight, but it proved to be effective as Pred would likely run around and do the Charleston if Wolf was to let him go...but that would be to simple! No, instead Wolf went with delivering a vicious looking SHEER HEAD DROP BRAINBUSTAAHHHH! It's only a matter of time before Pred's head explodes now! Falling in a crumbled heap on the mat, Wolf lazily reached back to pin him only to be told that his foot was under the bottom rope. Dragging Pred into the middle of the ring now, Wolf cockily placed a single finger on the tip of Pred's nose for the pin, but only managed to get a two before Pred slid up a little and bit his finger! Woah! Bitey much? Letting out a cry and jumping up as he held his finger, the referee turned his head to snicker at the comical situation of a large man whining over a little bite, as Pred took the moment to knee Wolf in the groin. ALOT. OVER AND OVER AND OVER before the Referee turned his head, only to catch him hitting the Pred-i-gree! Not catching what just happened, or maybe just not caring as to why Wolf seemed desperate to get into the fetal position, the Ref simply shrugged and dropped to give the easy three!
Phillip: And the winner of your match....somehow...THE PREDATOR!
You know what that means! BOOOOOO, VILLAINOUS SWINE NAMED PREDATOR, BOOOOOOOO! As the shower of jeers hits the evil funny man that is Predator, 'Stay Together for the Kids' hits once more and he wastes no time rushing up the entrance ramp. Who knows what might happen when Wolf recovers? My guess is bad things!
...VERY BAD THINGS!
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:56:57 GMT -5
Segment: Red's Tribute to BK (credit: Red)
Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown in the living room of their own home.
Mr. Red: BK, back when Mr. Red first started out. He had few people to turn to. He was a part of some stable that really gave no rats ass about him. He had a tag partner who "did all the work" for the team. Red was offered the friendship of one man. BK London. BK....you even gave Mr. Red a gift. Don't worry though. You have seen Mr. Red lose and break many bats during his time in ACW. But one bat has remained in tact and never been used.
Mr. Red walks over to a glass case that sits in a corner of the room. Mrs. Red, who was already standing there, opens the door to the case. Mr. Red reaches inside and pulls out a baseball bat.
Mr. Red: Years ago, you gave Mr. Red a Cincinnati Reds signed baseball bat. It really goes to show that BK London really goes far out of his way to help even the smallest of people in the locker room. And for that? Mr. Red says thank you, BK.
OOC: BK. You do a ton of things for this fed. You assist in keeping ACW running on all four wheels. In addition, you also have to keep up with your school work and other personal matters outside of e-fedding. When things get tough, BK doesn't cave. Even when you don't feel like it, you are there to answer questions or even converse with those that talk to you. Don't think that your work here goes unappreciated cause each person on this board appreciates it. BK London is one of the more respected names in Alpha Championship Wrestling.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:57:27 GMT -5
Segment: Montage (Nick Durden, T-Kiss) [Not 24 hours ago, Nick Durden did something he swore he would never do: give Thunderkiss another opportunity to train him. But what else could he have done? TK had dangled in front of him a chance to capture the most illustrious prize in all of wrestling. Being a man who can always see the light at the end of the tunnel, Nick had no choice but to accept. So surely enough, here he is, entering the confines of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum, which TK had somehow managed to reserve for his latest hijinks. TK stands in the center of the field. Nick approaches him with unbridled trepidation.] Nick: So, what asinine gimmick are we trying out today, eh? Are you gonna wrap me up in latex and call me “Trojan Man” Nick Durden? Or perhaps you’ll have me put on a red wig and sing “Never Gonna Give You Up” as Nick Astley? Better yet, how about Cheerleader Durden? What is it exactly, what? TK: Your lack of faith in me crushes my soul Durden. Now don’t be silly, we-Cheerleader Durden... that would be-no, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, heh. Anyway, I brought you out here because I’ve taken your concerns to heart, and weighed the pros and cons. You know what? You’re right. We haven’t bee addressing the physical aspect of your training. Simply put, we haven’t been doing enough to make you a better fighter. After all, the most entertaining wrestler is no good if he can’t administer a good, old-fashioned ass kicking every once in a while, right? So I’ve rented out this entire stadium just for you so we can get down to the nitty gritty and make you a crackerjack destroyer!Nick: Training exercises? Seriously? You of all people want to train? TK: Look at my body Durden. LOOK AT IT! Do you think a man like me doesn’t train! Now, we can’t dilly-dally for too long. If we’re gonna make you a worthy contender for the ACW World Championship, we need to turn you into a lean, mean, thunderlicious fighting machine in very little time.Nick: How are we gonna do that? TK: I think I know just what we need...[With that line, the up-tempo intro to “Montage” by DVDA kicks into gear. As the beat establishes itself, a few shots are quickly shown. First is a huge wall with a climbing rope hanging down the side of it. Next is a row of tires lined up two-deep. Then there’s a wooden board propped up between two cinder blocks. Finally, we have a medicine ball.] The hour’s approaching to give it your best And you’ve got to reach your prime [Nick can be seen climbing up the huge wall, holding onto the rope to pull himself up step by step.] That’s when you need to put yourself to the test And show us the passage of time [Nick is performing the tire run exercise so prevalent in all football training camps. He plants his foot into the center of one tire, only to quickly pull out and plant it into the center of the next tire. He hurdles across each set of tires one by one in meticulous accuracy.] We’re gonna need a
MONTAGE
(montage) [Nick breaks a wooden board with a swift downward headbutt.] Ooh, it takes a
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(montage) [Nick performs simple, ordinary sit-ups...only that these are no ordinary sit-ups. Every time Nick returns to a laying position, TK throws a small medicine ball down at him. Nick catches and throws it back at TK every time he sits up again.] Show a lot of things happening at once Remind everyone of what’s going on (what’s going on) [Nick is again seen climbing up the wall. However, this time, the shot pans out far enough to where we can see TK, holding a pair of garden shears, standing atop the wall. TK uses the shears to cut the rope to which Nick is clinging. Nick is sent tumbling back down to the ground.] With every shot show a little improvement To show it all would take too long [Return to Nick performing the tire run. Suddenly, Nick collapses and holds his foot in agony. Once he pulls his ailing foot out from the tire, it can be seen that there is a mousetrap clasped to it! Quickly pan to a shot of a snickering Thunderkiss.] That’s called a
MONTAGE [/color] (montage)[/b][/center] [Nick tries to break another wooden board with the same headbutt, but this time, instead of easily cracking the board, Nick seems to be stuck to the board by his forehead. Quickly pan to a shot of Thunderkiss proudly holding up a tube of superglue.] Girl, we want a
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(montage) [Back to footage of Nick performing those sit-ups, only this time, instead of TK throwing back the unassuming medicine ball, TK crushes him with a bowling ball!] And anything if you want to go, from just a beginner to a pro You need a
MONTAGE [/size] (montage)[/b][/center] [Cut to new footage, this is of Nick in what appears to be some kind of industrial freezer room with huge hunks of butchered meat hanging from the ceiling. In a moment sure to warm the cockles of all Rocky fans, Nick is striking a gigantic chunk of beef with furious tenacity. Cloudy wisps of his breath flow from his mouth as he breathes raggedly.] Even Rocky had a
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(montage) [We then pan out slightly to reveal Thunderkiss in the nearby vicinity casually grilling up a steak of his own.] Always fade out in a
MONTAGE [/size] (montage)[/b][/center] [Nick is walking to his Saleen S7 9. He opens his door, only to be ambushed by a vicious cougar that leaps out at him! Nick barely manages to evade the cougar’s tackle.] If you fade out it seems like more time has passed in a MONTAGE... [The camera pans out to reveal Thunderkiss enjoying a healthy laugh at poor Nick’s expense. Fade out as Nick continues to run for his life from the rabid beast.]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 17, 2008 16:58:13 GMT -5
Segment: Question and Answer (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, the camera fades in, to a scene at the Dwight Gym, with the entire current class of students at hand, Edgemaster, "The Mauler," Matthew Murton, Steve KilPatrick, The Candyman, Muhammad Al Sahar, Ahmed Abu Jihuriq, "La Muerte Que Trae" Fernando Rodriguez, Daemyn Grimm, and his brother Deacon Grimm all seated in the chairs in front of "Textbook" Tim Dwight, and Senator Steve Phillips.
Tim Dwight: Ok, now, today, we're having a special televised Q&A session here on ACW television, so you all have the opportunity to shoot a quick question towards Senator Phillips here. Keep it nice, simple, and wrestling related, if you will. Anyone want to go first?
Al Sahar: I will speak first! I will tell the world that my tag team partner and I do not approve of this United States Senator, or of the United States as a whole! You are evil, evil I say, for wishing to kill my brothers in the homeland, for...
The Senator: So, do you have a question, or are you going to continue to hawk that stereotypical terrorist line into oblivion? Do not answer that. Next?
Abu Jihuriq: How DARE you try to...
Senator: Next!
Abu Jihuriq: We will not be silen...
Phillips walks straight up to the larger man, pointing a finger in his face.
Senator: If you continue, I shall have no other choice but to terminate these proceedings...and for that matter, your larynx.
Dwight: Now, now, if everyone would just calm down here, and keep this running, I think it'd be best for everyone, right?
Senator: Dwight, you are admittingly correct, and you just saved this ruffian his life, for what little that is worth. Next question, please.
Candyman: I have...a question...
Senator: Well?
Candyman: Do you know...my friend Ben?
Senator: *sigh* This is becoming a disaster.
Candyman: Yes! My friend Ben! His last name is Dover! HAHAHAHHAHAHA! Eat this and DIE!
The irratic clown leaps up, with a pie in hand, attempting to slam it in the face of our wrestling politician. Phillips deftly sidesteps the pie at the last second, kicking Candyman in the midsection, as the pie hits the floor, facing downwards, and emits a slight explosion upon impact. The Senator, for his part, yanks Candyman's head back after stunning him with the kick, and slams an underhanded knife hand chop into his throat, effectively Deadlining the attempted assassian. Immediatly, Dwight motions for the Brothers Grimm to carry the Candyman off, and for Matthew Murton to clean up the mess left on the floor. As the Grimms drag the still-gasping clown away, Dwight tries to reconcile the Senator.
Dwight: Look, my friend, I assure you that nothing of this sort will happen again.
Senator: I think after that example, that you are correct. Someone have an actual question here?
Steve KilPatrick stands up, and removes his shirt, flexing his muscles, as the Senator and Dwight both look on with a mutual combined look of astonishment and irritation.
Dwight: You all are going to have QUITE the workout when this is over...
KilPatrick: Wait! I needed to do that to illustrate my question! Really!
Senator: Fine.
KilPatrick: Who would you say could rival this mighty physique! I am the Pillar of Power, and the Everest of Entertainment! Is there any fruit loop out there who can match that in this industry?
Senator: I could name names, but I would be here all night, and I would prefer to spend my valuable time in more appropriate, and engaging activities than that. Does ANYONE have a serious question?
Fernando Rodriguez: Hey, I got one.
Senator: Well, you better, or this is officially the worst segment that ACW has ever aired in its entire time on the air...or close to that, at least.
Rodriguez: Who is the most well rounded opponent you have ever faced?
Senator: Finally! Someone with some semblance of intelligence in this wasteland! My answer to this question is this, while there are many people I have fought with varied abilities, with some melding technical skill with sheer toughness, like Wyvern or Ridley, and while others have been able to adapt their game to any situation they faced, like Dan White or yes, Andrew Hunter, and while even the Macho Man RDK is well under-recognized for his skillset in the ring, only one name really comes to mind. Yes, this question immediatly brought the name of BK London to mind, and with good reason. Nobody to this day can match Mr. London in his mixture of physical adeptness, and his style leaves nothing untouched. His agility is usually what most people remember, as I sure do, for that Shooting Star Press at Omega Effect III.
Edgemaster: That was totally badass, I remember that.
Senator: But that is only the tip of the iceberg, when you consider his submission skills are only slighly lesser than mine, or when you look at his severly underrated striking ability, with that dangerous sidekick. BK is also able to take a person off guard with his vast array of suplexes, and not unlike me, he can even beat someone on the mat with a quick pin when the situation calls for it, although that does not occur often. His power is even well above average, but he would prefer not to powerbomb someone through the mat when he could save himself the effort, and could beat them so many other ways. Finally, BK is as tough as they come. He has fought on through some extremly adverse situations, such as the time that I scrambled his brains with the Victory Driver II, or through the wars with RDK, or, most recently, through his separation and divorce, and his broken leg at the hands of Adrian Flamingo. That is why I consider him the most well rounded opponent I have faced in my time, and that, Mr. Rodriguez, is nothing but the truth...and the end of this blasted session!
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OOC: Obviously, I couldn't let my character say everything here:) BK, you've been around these parts from day one, and your legacy here will forever be your consistent dedication to quality feuds and keeping ACW running smoothly. Posting a show is no joke, and even if that was all you did, you would be well appreciated for that effort. But that isn't all you do by any means. You sure got me up to speed as a mod...and endured my endless stream of annoying questions as you did so. So many little things go into being a great mod, and while it might not be readily apparent to most people, without BK London behind the scenes, these gears would not run smoothly...or at all, for that matter.
PS. Besides, if you weren't around ACW, who would I discuss the latest WWE happenings with? Freeman the Mizanin Fan?
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