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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 15:48:20 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 31st March 2008
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Jake Steele vs. Ross Lambert
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Alex Richmond vs. Ryan Cooper
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Jonny Hughes vs. Jay Zero
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Danny Mainer’s "The King of Vegas Gauntlet Invitational"
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BK London vs. Thunder Train - Competition Match #1
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:13:26 GMT -5
Back to the Ole’ Stompin’ Grounds [/b] Credit: Entourage [/center] [/I] Warfare kicks off in its usual noisy style; but almost at once we shift to the backstage to commence the broadcast of this March 31st edition of ACW Warfare. As we fade in, we find ourselves in the middle of the Entourage locker room, with nearly every member in there – an occurrence that has failed to be seen lately. Alex Richmond is sitting in down in a big, comfy leather chair lacing up his boots for action tonight against “Showtime” Ryan Cooper. Behind him are Andrew Starr and Company. By that, I mean Ashlei Phen and P.J. Mills. On the opposite side of the room we find Thunder Train bent over, looking through a fridge and Danny Mainer resting his eyes on the couch. The one person that is noticeably absent however is the World Champion, Thunderkiss.
Starr and PJ laugh as they continue to talk, and Mainer sits up, looking over at the ruckus that Thunder Train is making. Danny: Ugh, Train what the fuck are you doing? I’m trying to get some rest before my gauntlet tonight! Thunder Train stands up with a slice of cold pizza and turns towards Danny. Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!!! He gobbles down the slice in about three bites. Danny sighs and collapses back down onto the couch, resting his head on a dark red pillow. Train turns back around and keeps looking through the fridge while the camera starts to pick up on Andrew’s conversation. Starr: Yeah so whatever, he can do whatever the hell he wants. [/color] The conversation continues, but it’s just not the same anymore. The door swings open and Jay Zero quietly enters the room. Cheers can be heard from ringside, but none of the members in the locker room see Jay come in. He has a smile on his face and is all dressed up in his ring attire, set to take on Jonny Hughes. He starts to look around the locker room and begins to shake his head. Jay Zero: Well, this place sure hasn’t changed. [/color] [center[ In a moment, everybody looks up towards the door to confirm who they thought they heard at the entrance of the locker room. Jay looks at everybody with a large smirk and Richmond is the first to react. [/center] Richmond: Hey Z! Danny: Jay mah main man! Jay Zero: Hey you guys. [/color] Andrew stands up and looks at him, slightly shaking his head. Starr: Well look who decided to show his face around here! Sup man? Long time; no see. [/color] Jay Zero: Sorry I didn’t come around here Thursday – or at Genocide. I was a little busy. [/color] Thunder Train: Too busy praying to come bring The Train some food? Jay looks at Thunder Train and wonders something. Jay Zero: Should you really be eating stuff like that before you face BK tonight? [/color] Thunder Train: This is always my pre-match ritual! And besides, BK is a chump. I could take him with both arms tied behind my back!Jay Zero: ….Right. Well—hows everything been? I haven’t talked to any of you in weeks. [/color] Starr: Oh, they've been going REAL good. [/color] Danny: Pretty good. Won myself the Int’nash Strap my ace! Jay Zero: Yeah I saw, congrats. Also saw you lose the Entertainment title Starr. That sucks. [/color] Starr: Shit happens. [/color] Danny: So Jay how’s your arm-aero doing? Hurting at all? Jay Zero: Naah, it mostly just hurt the first week. After that it was just getting better. [/color] Richmond: I tried visiting you but by the time I got there, you already checked yourself out. After that, seems like none of us could get in touch with you. Jay Zero: …Yeah. Nice to know some of you care. [/color] Starr: What’s that supposed to mean? [/color] Jay Zero: Well – nothing. Never mind. [/color] Thunder Train: Just talk, skinny boy! Jay looks at Thunder Train and then turns back and looks at Danny, then to Starr. Jay Zero: Most of you at least tried to call. Trust me, I know, I saw all of them on my caller ID. And some of you – like Thunder Train for example, I honestly didn’t expect one since we were never that tight. But, there was somebody I was kind of expecting at least a “Hey, get better” from. Hell, even a “Hi” would have done it. [/color] Danny: Who? That cheap 2 cent whore Stefanie? Jay rolls his eyes and laughs. Jay Zero: Nah. Kiss. [/color] Thunder Train looks away from his food and glares at Zero, quickly snapping. Thunder Train: Lay off the boss! He’s been having some tough times! Jay Zero: Yeah, I understand that and all – but seriously, he couldn’t take two minutes out of his “hectic” schedule to at least try and call me? [/color] Danny: Trains got a point Jay. After he won the World Title, it’s like everybody has been putting pressure on him. He just needs time to vent and well, somethings get forgotten. Jay Zero: You kidding me? He was probably on top of the world that night when he won and I bet he didn’t even give a damn where I was! [/color] There’s silence. Starr looks over at Mills and Richmond lowers his head and starts to continue lacing his boots up. Just then – something is said that Jay doesn’t take too well. Thunder Train: --Maybe it’s because you never congratulated him on his World Title win! You were too caught up in yourself that night! “Boo hoo I’m in pain!” You could have sucked it up like a man and came party with us! Jay looks at Thunder Train, stunned. Jay Zero: --Are you serious? [/color] Mainer obviously notices the shift of emotion coming from Jay Zero. He stands up and walks over, trying to settle things. Danny: Hey man, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Thunder Train: Yes I d— Mainer interrupts. Danny: He’s just a little out of it cause his blood sugar is low. Train, I saw some cupcakes in the cabinet. Thunder Train: Really?! I hope they’re chocolate! Thunder Train smiles and turns around to go find said cupcakes. Danny: Hey man, don’t worry about it. I’m sure once you see Kiss and talk to him face to face he’ll apologize and talk things out or whatever. Just cool your ass and things will be OK. Jay Zero: Yeah, I guess I am coming off a bit strong here. [/color] The door opens and catches everyone’s attention. Speak of the devil! Aiden (still appearing as Thunderkiss to his friends) walks into the locker room, staring down at his feet, not even looking up at anybody. Aiden Joseph: Pardon me fellas, I just forgot my jacket. [/b] Aiden walks past everyone, nearly bumping shoulders with Jay Zero, but he doesn’t acknowledge any of them. He grabs his jacket and turns back around, looking at Thunder Train on his way out. Aiden Joseph: Hey Train, I could use your help for a moment, please. [/b] Thunder Train looks up at AJ with big, open eyes. Thunder Train: Yes boss! Joseph exits the room and Train quickly shoves his mouth full of the cupcake and follows the champ out of the locker room. There is silence and everybody knows what Jay’s thinking. Richmond: --Maybe..He um .. He didn’t see you? Danny: Yeah, that’s probably it! Surely at his height he must’ve missed the tiny men like us. Starr: Dont give us some bullshit crock like that Danny, Teeks ignore him and us, and you damn well know it! [/color] Danny: No! Maybe he was just in a hurry to be somewhere! He’s a busy guy for God’s sakes! Jay Zero: Stop sticking up for him Dan. [/color] Danny: I’m not, I’m just saying! Aiden isn’t always the bad guy! Starr: Yeah, he’s just saying Kiss sure doesn’t have much time for any of us these days! [/color] Danny: Come on Starr don’t be like that, I mean the man’s world champ for God’s sake! Jay Zero: Well what’s it going to take for me to actually get his attention? [/color] Jay looks around and nobody answers. Richmond scrunches his mouth and stands up. Richmond: I got a match. Nice seeing you Jay. Alex begins to walk past Jay. Danny: Later bro. Jay Zero: Good luck. [/color] Richmond opens the door and leaves the locker room. The click of the door closing is the only noise made for a few moments. Jay Zero: Well on that note I better be going too. I’m facing Hughes in a little bit. I don’t believe we’ve met, but hi, I’m Jay. [/color] He’s of course talking to Ashlei and P.J. He nods and smiles at the two. Both give him a return nod, if only the slighest of nods possible. Jay Zero: But Starr, Danny, nice talking to you. I’ll catch you later. [/color] Danny: Later! Jay turns around and starts heading to the door. The scene begins to fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:16:26 GMT -5
Segment: Fruits of Labor (Credit: FSX)
Do you ever try to change things in your life? Undoubtedly you do, for whatever reason you may see fit. Perhaps you just don't like how the world has been treating you, and want things to go better without having to wait. Maybe you'd like to change what you dislike about yourself, and what you blame for any problem you may encounter. Maybe you just want to change your outlook on events and life, and make things better in your eyes. Without a doubt you can say you relate to one of these things, but how many can say they do to all three and are succeeding in doing something about it? Fallen Souls can! Though many have never seen him as a viable threat to anyone he's faced, or considered him a top competitor in whatever hunt he happens to be on, it has never stopped him from trying his best to succeed. Until a short while ago, however, he could do nothing to change his situation without being convinced that things were just fine. Convinced that despite the fact he may have to wait quite a bit longer then everyone else, things would end up ok in the end. Convinced that he was on his way to the top, no matter how slowly his ascent was...of course, everyone gets tired of waiting. He decided to do something, and the fruits of his labor may end up being the most delicious and succulent of all. Though many doubted he would succeed without the experienced and god-like guidance of a man like The Senator, he tried anyway. He faced the man that all respect, and many idolize. He put forth his effort and concentration. He did all he could, and managed to pin the man no one thought he ever would. In the process, he accomplished a true victory. One over his doubts...
Now that he has been able to defeat a man that has done everything imaginable in this business over and over again, he finally has the confidence in himself to think he can actually change things. Sure, he may of talked a big talk before, but did he actually mean it? More likely then not he was just hiding his fear through strong words. He was well aware that the men he insulted and betrayed were men that deserved the place they had, and though they may very well of held him back it was never their intention. They earned what they achieved, and he hadn't. If he had lost that match against The Senator, he would of simply became a joke again. Once again to be ridiculed, along with his comrades, and to fade into obscurity. Fallen would of given up, most likely, on ever changing things. For those that oppose his ideals and dreams, and those that fear an uprising of the talent that was never meant to truly shine...his victory is a scary disappointment.
FSX: It's a beautiful day! Yeah! It's so wonderful to-day! Hey hey heeey hey! Gotta love it!
Well, maybe not scary, but it's a fact that he can now carry out his plan with confidence! That's right, there is obviously a plan! With a wide grin on his face, and a happy go lucky bounce in his step, Fallen almost appears as a ray of sunshine. Though he may not be dancing in a gumdrop forest, or attacking some form of oompa loompa on candy cane lane, his glowing happiness is quite evident. Who else would still be celebrating over a win this long but Fallen? As he skips through the backstage area and spreads his cheer to all those that he passes, it doesn't change the fact this situation would be alot nicer if he wasn't singing!
FSX: So wonderful day! Yay yay yay! It's the day of magic and unicorns, my friends! Everything will happen and can! The world will change, and dreams will come true! Don't sit around and be blue! Wooooo!
This can only go on for so long! Eventually, many will be driving their face into walls over and over to get the merry tune from their ears, and it almost appears that some workers are contemplating it in the background before Fallen finally comes to a stop and simply smiles, taking in a deep breathe and spinning in circles as some curious bystanders stop to stare at him.
FSX: Ah! When has everything ever gone better? What do you thing, anonymous bystander?
Bystander: Well, I suppose you have your reasons for being happy. Just like I have my reasons for telling you to shut the fuck up and leave me alone.
FSX: Fair enough, friend! I'll find someone else to share my cheery spirit with!
It's almost surprising that woodland critters don't come up to dance around Fallen as he hops from person to person attempting to spread his cheer to the entire backstage area! The only problem seems to be that everyone turns away or ignores Fallen as he tries to garner their attention, and the solitude seems to be irritating him.
FSX: What's wrong with you people? I'm just trying to spread cheer and wonder! I mean, come on! Assholes!
Bystander #2: Ever think some people are trying to work?
FSX: So what? Working is what has made me so happy right now! I beat the man that I was never supposed to! I avenged losing to him over and over! I proved that leaving the Senatorial Stable was a good idea!
Bystander #2: No you didn't. You just beat him. Your group still sucks!
With that comment, the happy spirit of Fallen Souls has finally been stolen from him entirely, and he gives a quite bitter look to the man as his attention is turned to him entirely. Realizing he may of pushed a wrong button, the man is quick to back away from the angry wrestler, but he only managed to find himself against a wall.
FSX: We're still growing, and with time we will prove ourselves strong. Nothing is purer then the goal we are chasing, and we WILL reach it. Things are going to change for the better! New faces will shine brightly in the Main Event picture, and people who deserve to be taken seriously WILL BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!!
Bystander #2: Ok, ok!! I didn't mean to insu--
FSX: No one asked you for your fucking opinion, anyway! Now you have about five minutes to apologize, before I spend my night off beating your face into to a point where people mistake you for a mutated Mr. Potato head!
Bystander #2: Alright!! I'm sorry! I mean it, I really do! Your the best! X forever! Please don't hurt me!
As the cowardly Bystander appears to be on the verge of tears, and perhaps urinating himself, Fallen decides that it's not worth his time to beat a man who might defend himself with bodily fluids. Shaking his head at the situation, Fallen turns away and walks with no more bounce and jolliness to his step down the hallway. He almost appears to be angry now as he appears to be searching for something, before coming to The Second Coming's locker room. Reaching for the door to whip it open, looking almost as if he was going to go on a tirade, he stops as he hears an unsettling conversation in the distance.
Gossip Backstage Lady: So did you hear about Fallen Heroes? That sure was one wacky curve ball that Ginger threw, wasn't it?
Gossip 'Taylor' Lady: Yeah. Everyone in the Battle Royale is gonna be pissed when they find out! Can you believe he let them have so much power over their destinies?
FSX: Hmm..?
Well the two gossips continue to chat about Fallen Heroes, FSX decides to get a bit closer so he can better hear what's going on. Sneaking just as a spy would be expected, or a tiny man pretending to be a spy, Fallen leans in close to listen to them.
Gossip Backstage Lady: Just another example of politics and the like, really!
Gossip 'Taylor' Lady: Can you believe one of them will get to pick their own position in the match though? And the position of their opponent? Whoever gets the advantage of this is sure to win the Battle Royale!
FSX: Wait, What?!
Gossip 'Taylor' Lady: I said that whoever wins this wager is going to win the Battle Royale for sure!
FSX: Fucking hell! That doesn't sound fair to everyone else at all!
Slamming his fist into the wall, Fallen pushed both of the women from his way as he began to storm his way down the hallway, likely on a search for Ginger upon hearing this. After all, it goes against everything he's trying to change! How can such politics openly exist?! He wasn't about to stand for someone getting an unfair advantage over him in a match he wants to win! Has 'Taylor' the gossip just screwed over Ginger? Will Fallen do something drastic so things play out his way? It's likely we'll find out...TONIGHT!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:17:24 GMT -5
Better than sex with Rena: It's the Week In Review!! (Credit: Showtime, Jon Taylor) Damn, still in a freakin' basement! How come Thunderkiss gets a studio for whatever he wants as well as his own cartoon show and frickin' energy drink?! How come Ghettoade has to be sold out of the back of a truck?! That's bull, man! Bull! Oh... This leads us to the Week in Review. Things are still low-budget. The show is still being shown in Harold Balzac's basement. 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper is still sitting at his desk with a wide grin on his face while his partner in crime Jon Taylor has his hand over his head, shaking his head in embarrassment. The Second Coming... coming from a basement? Man, there's a saying that some things get started from the bottom up, but this is ridiculous. Showtime: Yo, yo, yo! Grab a 40! Check your Roley.. It's Showtime, and you know what that means? It's time for the Week in Review!! Okay.. this is lame. Normally, you pay some college student to handle the sound, but Showtime has to lean under the desk and play the Good Times theme while the Narrator goes on with the sponsors.Narrator: THE WEEK IN REVIEW!! Brought to you by Pollo Bucket Mexican Fried Chicken. Never Beefy, Always Greasy! Get with the bad bird with Pollo Buckets. Also, by Soul Glo... Just let it shine through.. Just let yo' soul glow, baby.. Feeling oh so silky smooth.. Narrator: And by MINORU bottled water. Awaken the evil bastard in you with MINORU.. Showtime presses stop on the tape recorder and finally rises back up, grinning at Jon Taylor who seems to be irked out of his mind.. Taylor: You are going to be sued at this rate. Showtime: Man, chill. Lets get this show on the road. As all of you can see, once again I am here with my brother from another mother, Jon muthafuckin' Taylor! What's good, playa? Taylor: Oh, nothing new, Showtime. Same as usual you know, domination, choking Starr out cold - you know that sorta thing. Now, tell me when the fuck are management going to pull their thumbs out of their incompetent asses and get us a studio?! Showtime: As soon as management cut pay what they owe! I'm making mid-card money when I have main-event talent! At least those mofo's put me on the card... but look at this man! Tell me what you think of this card, man. Just to show the utter atrocity that is ACW booking, the card is shown on the screen briefly before going back to Taylor and Showtime.Jake Steele vs. Ross Lambert
Alex Richmond vs. God...er.. Ryan Cooper
Jonny Hughes vs. Jay Zero
Danny Mainer "The King of Vegas Gauntlet Invitational"
BK London vs. Thunder Train - Competition Match #1Showtime: What's wrong with this picture... besides yours truly not being in the main event? Taylor: Well, there is the obvious lack of The Ultimate Competitor which means ratings are going to be down the shit hole...despite the appearance by yourself, a match with Richmond is just an insult to both you and to me! Apart from that we have two nobodies opening the show, a delusional retard who believes he can wrestling facing a highflying aka talentless Jay Zero. From there on the worst champion in the history of ACW clogs up the show yet again and then the show closes with Burger King against a Train. If you can think that's a good show then you well and truly are named Jonny Hughes! Showtime: I can't believe I'm actually even reviewing this show, but I can't leave my fans in need. They've asked for it, and I have to give it to them.. Lets get to the week in review!!! Who the hell are these Curtain Jerkers Match: Jake Steele vs Ross LambertShowtime: Man, I'm glad that I don't have to worry about dealing with another One-Man Revolution promo.. What kind of lame ass viral advertising shit is that? Taylor: I don't know, Showtime - but it brings back bad, bad memories of Josh the Jersey Boy - and that aint something I ever wanted to be reminded of ever again! Showtime: Josh the Jersey Boy? ACW had someone from that shit state? Then again, ACW has someone like Thundercunt as the World champion. This Jake Steel kid obvious has delusions of grandeur, and what the fuck for? He's nothing but a generic indy wrestler! Taylor: Hey, hey Showtime - show some respect! That cunt isn't nothing more than a glorified rent boy! He goes out every night and gets beat till he can't get beat no more! Showtime: And get beat he will! Rush Limbaugh may have been out of the political forefront for quite some time, but the dude has a considerable size advantage in this one. Jake Steel should've stayed in Xtreme Championship Wrestling or whatever rock he crawled out from other. Limbaugh for the win! THE ONLY MATCH ON THE CARD THAT MATTERS! GET YOUR CAMERAS READY! IT'S SHOWTIME!! Alex Richmond vs Ryan CooperShowtime: I finally got something.. Alex.. Richmond.. Richmond, Rich man.. He has money thanks to being one of Thundercunt Incorporated, the biggest sell-outs since the Nintendo Wii. Taylor: Do you even need my thoughts on this match, Showtime my man?! Richmond..Richmond..Richmond Taylor thinks to himself for a moment or two before he lights up, finally gathering his thoughts together. Taylor: Give me a minute it'll come to me! Ah, that's right he's that rich prick who mistakenly thinks he deserves to step into the squared circle, what a joke! I mean come on, he doesn't have intelligence nor talent - though that is quite the rarity unless your name is Jon Taylor, Limelight, Fallen Souls or Showtime Ryan Cooper in this company! He gets even more minus points for being one of Blunderpiss's lackeys...hmm that's really is a tough one, isn't it Showtime? SHOWTIME BY KTFO OF RICHMOND OF COURSE! Showtime: Oh, and for the uneducated, that means that Richmond's getting knocked the fuck out! Hell, look at him. Dude's nothing but talk. If he's stacking so much paper, then why can't he get a better barber? You seen that greasy pile atop his head he calls hair? If Richmond thinks that he will get his greasy, grimy hands on my chiseled physique, he is sadly mistaken, my friend. Though I gotta admit that Richmond's lucked up. He's going to be in the best match of the show thanks to sharing the ring with a man of my talents, the saving grave of this whole card, baby! Richmond's going to get his fifteen minutes of fame, but when his back's laying down on the mat when the match is over, he'll come to realize that it's always Showtime. Well, He's done my job for me: Jay Zero vs Jonny HughesTaylor: I feel sorry for Zero, you know - he might not be talented, but damn even he deserves to have a decent match given to him! I mean come on, to even step in the ring with Hughes, is just well a damn insult! I have been FORCED to step in the ring with that disillusioned mini-senator on more than ONE occasion, and guess what? The Ultimate Competitor has shown mini-senator what it's like to have your nose snapped into tiny miniscule pieces! Now, even Zero who has doesn't have an inch of technical ability inside that tiny body of his can win this with EASE. Zero by Zero Darkness or some shit - I don't give a fuck to be honest, they're both waste of space on the roster! Showtime: This roster seems to be filled with nothing but crap, man, but you can't be mad at Jay, man. The Zero obviously means Zero talent. Zero ability. Zero Y chromosome. Dude says he's come back stronger and better than ever. Compared to what? Taylor: Well he is one of Blunderpiss's lackeys, so I guess he's coming back stronger and better than Mainer, Richmond and Train. Not exactly hard to achieve though is it? Showtime: Point well taken. Oh well, seeing how this is Senatorial vs Entourage, I hope that the ring explodes with said combatants in the ring. Next match, turkeys! Intermission Match of the Night: Danny Mainer's Big Ol' Clusterfuck Showtime: Man, this is going to be an epic mess of a match.. Clusterfucks with the lamest turkey in this company. Taylor: Now, I know that ACW Management are well...how should I put it? Incompetent fools but, come on! Really! This doesn't deserve to be opening the fucking show let alone below the Main Event.. incidentally where The Ultimate Competitor should be! Now, correct me if I'm wrong but isn't having Mainer as a champion a bigger joke than if BK London actually won the World Title again?! Mainer is one of the saddest excuse of a human being I have ever seen! It doesn't matter who the fuck he faces, if he wins it's more fixed than Jeff Hardy after a meth party. Now, regardless of whether he wins or loses one things for sure - Mainer is lucky son of a bitch because if I still wanted that title that he calls "his" he would be the shortest reigning champion in the history of ACW! The fact of the matter is though, anything Mainer touches instantly loses it's value! I'm not even going to give a prediction for this one, bro - it's a waste of my time! Showtime: It's a waste of everyone's time apart from those smart souls that decide to get up and grab a cold one or light a blunt! The only thing of value associated with Mainer now apart from that title he's steadily degrading is that fine ass honey's he's brainwashed. All I need is twenty minutes, and she'll be like.. "BOW! BOOM CHICKA AW! BOOM CHICKA AH! ME LOVE YOU LONG TIME, SHOWTIME! BLACK WANG IS BETTER THAN WHITE WANG!” Taylor: That's until she gets taste of The Ultimate Competitor! Showtime: Yo, hold up, man! I already call dibs on that chick.. You can have Lu...lu...Lucrezia. Lucario.. Whatever the trick's name is. Either that, or just bag another Asian chick. They all look alike anyway. Taylor: No, thanks man. I prefer the non slantly-eyed kinda chick myself, you know? Personal preferences and all. Now where were we? Showtime: We were in the midst of getting ACW kicked off the network for making racial jokes, but then again... ACW seems to want to lose its time slot for putting on a match like this one. The loser here is the ratings... Main Event time! Can you say forgone conclusion? Good... BK London vs. Thunder Train - Competition Match #1Showtime: BK for the win.. Man, lets be serious. BK London. Burger King? Man... that is one creepy muthafucka. One morning.. I think I just had a dream about damn... Tom Cruise stealing Will Smith's penis pump and filled it with tar and feathers.. Don't ask, man.. I was high out of my mind.. Anyway, I woke up, and there he was... BK muthafuckin' Burger King London in my bed looking at me with a creepy grin on his face holding a Chicken Croissan'wich.. And I was tripping. I don't even like those croissants. That's why I slapped his ass and told him he better bring me some BK Joe with that shit! He must've thought I said I wanted Samoa Joe 'cause he kicked me in the face after that. Okay, what? I don't think that even FSX could get that one, which meant that Taylor's obviously blown out of his mind now, mouth gaping open as he simply stares at Showtime, hoping that just by contact with him, he could get some of what Showtime's smoking. Taylor: Ok...now that is some crazy shit right there.. Showtime: I know, dude! I had to get high just to calm my ass down. But they actually put Thunder Train in the main event. Is Gingersnap snorting coke, man? Taylor: You don't know man? Blunderpiss's mouth is permanently attached to Ginger's ass. How else could someone so talentless hold the top title in this fed? And, of course Train is one of his many lackeys, so it isn't really hard to see why that oaf somehow made it into the Main Event considering how much of a bitch Blunderpiss has become nowadays. Anyway, this match is rounding off one the worst cards ACW has EVER put out with quite possibly the worst Main Event in the entire industry! Man, it makes me sick to my stomach to even see these two men this high up the card - they'd do a better job in a dark match! I think I'm going to need to take a lay down or something after this because this is seriously some disturbing shit. Again, I'm going to have to abstain from a prediction, Showtime because quite frankly neither man deserves to win! Showtime: Hey hey! I agree that the main event is a disappointment, and most of the undercard is shit... But come on, man! Not all is lost here. Tonight will mark the biggest debut here since the arrive of my fellow stablemates.. Tonight marks the debut of Showtime, baby! My presence alone makes this a show worth watching, and my paycheck also depends on ACW staying in business... That means, stay tuned in everyone! That's it for the Week in Review! This is Showtime saying.. DRINK APPLE JUICE 'CAUSE OJ WILL FREAKIN' KILL YOU! -Fin-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:18:59 GMT -5
Segment: “Thunderkiss No More” Credit: ~Aj [Robert Ryan. Now there is a name Aiden is quite familiar with even though he’s never actually met the man. For the past year, Mr. Ryan has gone to great lengths to attract Aiden’s attention so that he can discuss the possibility of his representation. Considering he is one of Hollywood’s most elite agents, one would consider that to be a hell of an offer. However, satisfied with Wilcox’s services at the time, Aiden continually ignored Ryan’s requests - until now.] Secretary: Mr. Ryan will see you now. Aiden Joseph: Thank you. [/b] [The winds of life now blow in a direction most unanticipated and have led Aiden here, to the office of Robert Ryan. As he enters through the doorway, he examines the decor. The room has such a fine polish to it - marble flooring, antique vases and desk that you could land a jet on. Indeed this room is vastly different from the bore that was Wilcox’s office and to be quite frank, Aiden could get used to something like this.] Robert Ryan: It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Thunderkiss. Aiden: Likewise. Please, can me Aiden. [/b] [The two exchange pleasantries in the form of a handshake. As both men set down, their eyes examine one other in an effort to feel the other man out. They both appear to be extremely comfortable with each other, positive sign of things to come.] Robert Ryan: Well Aiden, I’m glad you decided to stop by. I was starting to think that you would never entertain my offer. Aiden: Things change, don’t they? [/b] Robert Ryan: That they do. Rumor has it you dumped your sports manager this past week. Wilcox, wasn’t it? Aiden *shocked*: You know about that?! [/b] Robert Ryan: Rumors spread like wildfire around this town. Aiden: ...I guess so... [/b] Robert Ryan: Coming to me was smart Aiden, very smart. Talent like yours shouldn’t be wasted on one industry alone. You are much, much bigger than wrestling. Do you know much I hear your name pop up in casting discussions? All the time. [Captivated, Aiden listens on as he watches Ryan point his index finger towards the window.] Robert Ryan: Those studios out there want you Aiden because they see dollar signs attached to your name. People love you. Finding parts and roles for you is no concern of mine. You name it and I can get it for you. What I want to do is make you even BIGGER than you already are. You are a total people person and we need to tap into that. You very popular with certain demographics but not all. I want white, black, Asian, straight, gay, bi, young, old, religious, non-religious, man AND woman to envy and desire to be like you. Aiden: And how do you purpose that? [/b] Robert Ryan: Well for starters, what you need is a whole new image. No offense, but the 80's called and they want their look back. That mustache has got to go. The same with that haircut. You need to be reinvented from head to toe Aiden, even your name. The moinker “Thunderkiss” may be the rage of the wrestling world, but in Hollywood, that’s going to get you laughed out of town. [Aiden nods in agreement.] Aiden: Oh don’t worry Mr. Ryan - [/b] Robert Ryan *interrupting*: Please, call me Robert, or Rob, your choice. Aiden: Fine. Robert, I have no issues about the name change whatsoever. As far as I’m concerned, Thunderkiss died last Thursday. As far as the other changes you suggested, do what you must, because believe me, I welcome them. [/b] [As far as Ryan is concerned, hearing the desperation in Aiden’s voice to separate himself as far away from his past as possible is like listening to the sweet melodies of Tchaicovsky’s 1812 overture. And now, the crescendo - ] Robert Ryan: Perfect. Well then I know just the man to help us. [Ryan gives Aiden both a smile and a wink as he picks up his phone and speed dials his way towards Aiden’s future. Feeling excited about what’s in store for him, Aiden kicks his feet up and leans back in his chair. No longer waiting for the other shoe to drop, his head is in the clouds looking up, not down. He’s never felt better in his life - ever.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:20:56 GMT -5
Match 1: “The One Man Revolution” Jake Steele vs. Ross Lambert (Credit: Danny Mainer)
MATCH BEGINNING: Ross used his raw power to secure an early lead by jumping the bell with an Early Clothesline. He got huge heel heat from the word go while Steele was getting a loud pop, the audience was hot for the opener. Lambert basically did what he always did during his original tenure by throwing people to the floor and kicking their heads in. He hit a spectacular leg drop early on. Ross then backed Steele up into the corner and hit a really evil Military Press Snake Eyes which got him an early 2-count. Lambert dominated most of the early goings but when Lambert tried to whip Steele to the corner he sprinted up the top of the ring and turned around and knocked Ross down with a Daichan Bomber and then started to whale on his opponent with repeated kicks to the head and there was a huge mark out moment when he hit a Tiger Suplex.
MATCH MID-SECTION: Steele was controlling Ross until he tried to hit a Slingshot Hurracanrana which The Paragon of Chaos countered into a Powerbomb with Capture pin for a 2 count. Lambert picked up Steele and held him up before hitting a Triple Rib Breaker. He then swung him and planed him with a Crossbody Backbreaker for a close 2 count. Ross then hoisted him up for a Military Gutbuster which got the audience in worried about Steele but Steele slid down the back of Lambert and he then ran across the ropes rebounding with a Death to Life Kick to the head to score a 2-count. Lambert was backed in the corner and Steele was wailing on him and he eventually cut him open but this only pissed Lambert off.
Lambert raged up on Steele throwing him back first into the corner and started to go sick with left and right shots but the referee got up in Lamberts grill and so Lambert advanced on him feeling pretty damn pissed off until they were centre of the ring. There was a loud yelling of “HEADS UP!” and Lambert got the heads up literally leaping out the way as if he was taking a bullet for someone as the referee got gored to the mat. Lambert was up to his feet while Steele was on knee looking at the referee. When Steele finally saw Lambert coming it was too late as he got a running Knee Strike right to the head which sent him crashing onto his back.
MATCH ENDING: With the referee down and Steele down, Lambert saw opportunity and he decided to do what he does best… get violent. He rolled out under the bottom rope with an EVIL grin on his face despite blood oozing out of his forehead. Lambert knelt underneath the ring and threw a Steel Chair in. He poses for the audience in the centre of the ring as he held the steel chair up by its side with one arm which was a pretty hardcore pose as he stood there in his jacket and his bloody face but the crowd were more concerned with what he is ABOUT to do with the chair as opposed to awesome poses that should be on posters. No, the referee was unconscious and Lambert put the chair flat on the floor as Steele was clutching his temple while crawling near the turnbuckle on all fours.
He then looks over to Steele with the world-famous evil smile and laughter and as he’s about to go and grab him for the finish he then went back after the chair. He picked it up and set it up ready for sitting and then he held Steele up in that Crossbody position. He stood over the chair feeling confident in his abilities as he held Steele in place for the finisher that no man has ever kicked out. Yeah you bet your ass I’m talking about the XG K9. He delivered it with sickening impact and surprisingly Steele wasn’t cut open. Lambert disposed of le chair as the referee was reviving.
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Steele JUST kicked out in time and Lambert suffered about 18 million different emotions in one blast. He IMMEDIATELY kicked off on the referee turning his back on the practically dead Jake Steele. Lambert spent a good minute or so arguing with the referee and insulting his officiating skills but when Lambert turned around he realized that not only was Jake Steele missing, he was about an inch in front of his hitting the Right in yo’ Face. Taking the full impact right into the skull and chest and a double leg hook, Lambert was out for the count and Steele walked out the winner.
REAL Winner: Jake Steele VIA Right in yo’ Face (Busaiku Knee Kick) [17:21]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:23:34 GMT -5
Segment: Taylor's Timeout Credit: Jon Taylor, The Senator
The scene opens up at ringside, nearer the end of the show. the fans are well and truly into the action by now and chanting and cheers can be heard throughout the arena. The ringside officials can be seen setting up furniture in the ring for some reason. A few moments pass and they exit the ring as they finish setting it up. Inside the ring is a huge T back to back with another T, on the right hand side is a sofa facing the entrance ramp whilst a chair is on the left hand side facing the sofa. Suddenly "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy hits the P.A System and the crowd react with boos without even seeing the person appear. It is of course The Second Coming leader Jon Taylor. As he makes his way slowly through the entrance curtain he is met with yet more boos. Of course, Taylor shrugs these boos off with his trademark smirk and makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp. Taylor poses as he is met with more boos and chants. Of course, Taylor doesn't give a damn and begins to make his way down the entrance ramp at his own pace making sure to trash talk as many fans as possible. As he rolls under the bottom rope of the ring to make his entrance he barks at a ringside official until he is handed a microphone. His music slowly fades out as he stops in the centre of the ring and stares at the "TT" with a huge grin on his face.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Glad to see you greet me with as much enthusiasm as usual! Come on, i'm not that bad am I? [Taylor is met with even more boos] Well I guess I am, oh well too bad I don't give a shit! [While Taylor laughs the crowd most certainly don't as they hurl even more abuse at him]. Now, now - settle down folks! Right, so I guess you're all asking "Jon, why are you gracing us with your magnificent presence?" well, the answer is because I can! Well, and because today is the debut of a new show. Yes, that's right today is the debut of Taylor's Timeout!
Some crowd members looks confused while other's chant we don't care.
Now, I can see you all asking "Jon, what the fuck is this magnificent thing we see before us" well, the answer is I am The Ultimate Competitor! [Taylor laughs] But, in all seriousness what are you are all about to see is the premier chat show of ACW! Yes, that's right - no boring rants from Burger King London or sell out speeches at the hands of Blunderpiss - no! Just the voice and opinion of yours truly! [Taylor sighs] Great, isn't it?
Taylor paces around the ring looking into the crowd with the grin still remaining on his face before returning to the centre of the ring.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Now, I can see you all wondering on those vacant faces of yours, "If it's a chat show, where is the guest?" well, luckily for me due to my extreme magnificence I don't need a guest! Yes, that's right due to my extremely amazing talents I can in fact act as the host and the guest! Amazing, isn't it? Yes I thought so to! So, without further adue I would like to introduce my first and only guest for this evening....[Taylor struts over to the other side of the ring before suddenly turning back towards the other side]...me! So, how about I start off by talking about the newest - and may I add the most dominant force in ACW - The Second Coming?!
The crowd respond as you would expect with more boos directed at Taylor.
Well that settles it then, I shall! So, I am sure you were all equally in awe when you saw our formation of what now seems to be months ago, doesn't it? Not only did we take out Blunderkiss and Atomic Kitsune we also took out Old Man Phillips! Not that that is much of an achievement though, is it? However, that was then and this now! [Taylor pauses] You don't mind if I take a seat, do you? A man of my stature needs to be in tip top condition at all times!
Despite the fans angry reaction Taylor does take a seat on the chair situated in the left hand side of the ring.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ah, so where was I? Ah that's right, the domination of The Second Coming! Now, let's be fair we did have a pretty shit Genocide - but hey, I guess that World Title that Thunderkiss likes to call his would look better around the waist of Fallen (...if not myself) than the International Title did! Anyway, that's the past and this is present! And in the present The Second Coming are about to make ACW ours! [The crowd of course boos while Taylor grins] Oh it's true! You can't hide from destiny - and it's the destiny of The Second Coming to become the number one dominating force in ACW! See, you have the Senatorial Stable...who let's face it have been on their last legs for the entire year! They have Old Man Senator who's bones are so brittle that if I armbared the old fool his arm would snap right off! You have Jason Freeman...[Taylor laughs]...do I even have to say anymore?! And finally you have Jonny Hughes who does a good impression of Eugene from the WWE if I do say so myself! And then you have The Entourage, who are in all accounts lackeys of their said god; Blunderpiss! There is no point me wasting my time going into any more detail when quite frankly they would be better suited to being a fan club rather than a stable!
Taylor pauses as the fans continue to boo and chant.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: However, there is one particular subject I would like to address and that is the roster spot which Senator Steve Phillips takes up! See, there is one thing which I just CANNOT fathom and that is why Senator is still here! I mean come on, talk about past it or what?! Give it up, old man - even The Libertines could beat you in your current state - and that is saying SOMETHING! Look, I know you used to be good - the key word being used to - and even that was a long long long long time ago! You need to move on, and you need to do it quick Senator. See, you're taking up valuable roster space and valuable financial resources which...which could be used to reward The Second Coming for their spike in the ratings! I mean, come on! Why waste resources on a man who is far past it, and even when he wasn't I was still better than him! Oh, yea - that's right I do believe I took his title from him didn't I?![Taylor laughs] So, here's a proposal for you, Steve...how about you get the hell out of this company before The Second Coming decide to add you to their name of victims - right next to Stone!
Suddenly, Hail to the Chief plays, as Senator Steve Phillips makes his way down to the ring at a brisk, but deliberate pace, snatching the microphone as he enters the squared circle.
The Senator | Senatorial Stable Leader: Well, well, well, Mr. Taylor. Such a speech you have given this fine ACW crowd! Unfortunatly, they do not have the benefit of analysis that I do, and as such, they do not realize that you spent half the show saying next to nothing. However, to aid the general public, I will precisely and pithily explain what you just took approximately half an eon to say.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Hey, just you wait a minute old man, I was in the middle of the only opinion that matters - mine! Now, let me continue with what I was saying before I have to do it with force-
The Senator | Senatorial Stable Leader: You already said everything that you need open your mouth for! You told the crowd that you have yourself a new group, the Second Coming! You then proclaimed that your opposition was not worthy of competing with you. And then, you went on a grossly exaggerated speech about my age. Yes, you people took a number of us by surprise! Congratulations! But keeping that momentum, now that is something that few groups have ever been able to do. The Entourage, as much as I despise their very existance, has done so. Pain Inc, also can be seen as a group that managed to outlast the typical ACW lifeline. No, I see your group as showing as much promise as the Upper Echelon, the New Breed, the Nation of Awesomation, perhaps even that of one of the many Corporate Alliance incarnations, the Untouchables, or that one unnamed group that shall forever remain so!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Ha, don't make me laugh Steve! Did those groups ever have The Ultimate Competitor? I think not! Besides, The Second Coming has something your stable in particular and other groups never had - talent and intelligence! Don't even waste your breath listing these insignificant groups to me, because I have never heard of them nor do I want to! And even more so, I couldn't give two shits about your "stable", see that's the reason I "called" you out. To give you an opportunity. An opportunity to do the right thing; to get the hell out of ACW! You may have been a force back in the day - but that's all it was, back in the day! Besides, back when your stable was at its height of power you never had The Ultimate Competitor around! Now, I suggest you get the fuck out of this company before I take your career away from you just like I took your title away from you - with ease!
The Senator | Senatorial Stable Leader: Typical. You might find that lacking a sense of history, that you rob yourself of the very knowledge that would allow you to overcome the fatal mistakes that other groups made in the past. But, heck, by no means, let me stop you from jumping off the cliff. The Stable took a blow, but it will remain standing, just as it always has, just as it always will...and that, you cocky twerp, is nothing, but the truth.
Jon Taylor raises his right fist, but just as quickly, drops it back down to his side, with a smug look of contentment on his face. Senator Phillips shakes his head, and shrugs his shoulders, as he steps back out of the ring, having said his piece, and perhaps, firing the counter-salvo for the Stable in this rapidly escalating war.
Fade Out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:24:21 GMT -5
Match 2: Alex Richmond vs. “Showtime” Ryan Cooper (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND VS. “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Senatorial Retirement Community – Where old wrestlers get put out to pasture. *-
Alex Richmond Age: 25 Height: 6'4" Weight: 263 lbs. Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut
“Showtime” Ryan Cooper Age: 25 Height: 6'2" Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Unknown “It's a fight” by Three 6 Mafia hits the sound system and out walks “Showtime” Ryan Cooper! Those familiar with his exploits in RAINBOW Pro have made their way here tonight to see him in ACW action and they mark big time as they watch him walk down the isle towards the ring. Once inside, the “Whole Damn Show” finally has his chance to back up his words and he plans to do just that ...
“Money Talks” by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.
Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Its finally showtime for Mr. Cooper! Is he everything they says he is or will Richmond take this newcomer to the bank? We’ll find out tonight LIVE on Warfare! As the match begins both men have the standard lock up in the middle of the ring. The grapple brings them back and forth all around the ring until Richmond is able to bring his knee up and nail Cooper in the gut! Showtime immediately goes on the defensive as Richmond begins a series of attacks that will test his skills! After a series of strikes in the corner, Showtime stumbles out into LEG LIFT SPINEBUSTER! Cooper instantly tries to make a recover by Richmond is right on top of him, boot sent right into his jaw! This grounds him long enough for Richmond to bend down and pick him up. Now vertical, Richmond latches onto him and brings him up, over and down with a NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! Alex maintains the bridge as he lands the Makabe registers the pin fall! He only gets a two point three before Cooper kicks out and tries to fight his way back into this match with a few well place punches into Richmond’s mid section! Richmond responds back with a big elbow that puts a halt to that and we move to the matches’ mid point! MATCH MIDPOINT: We are halfway through and Richmond continues to dominate, that is until he finally gets caught going to the well much to often! After Irish whipping Cooper into the corner for the third time, Showtime knows another lariat is coming and responds accordingly! He leaps up out of the corner with a BICYCLE KICK that would make Lui Kang proud! Richmond gets blasted in the mouth and falls back stunned. Showtime does not let Richmond rest as he rushes him and slaps on an STO! Richmond is driven face first into the canvas and Showtime keeps the combo going by leaping up and jumping into the air with a DOUBLE STOMP! He lets out a Bruce Lee battle cry as he lands it, much to the delight of the fans! Sensing its going to take a lot more to keep Richmond down, Cooper goes into his bags of tricks and pulls out a move that should do just the trick - the octopus hold! Wiggling Richmond into it with his “tentacles,” Cooper pulls back as hard as he can, bringing MUCH displeasure to Richmond! Money talks, but its not talking its way out of this one! Luckily for Daddy Warbucks, he is close enough to the ropes to literally rock his body to them. Makabe calls for the break and we’ve finally come to the end! MATCH ENDING: It’s the closing moments and Richmond has managed to fight his way back into the thick of things! Stunning Cooper with a RUNNING LARIAT, Richmond goes for a BOTTOM DOLLAR! Cooper, however, has other plans! Countering the move with a inside cradle, Cooper only gets a two count but more importantly throws Richmond off his game. Making his way to his feet before his opponent, Cooper has a wide open shot and he takes it with a KTFO! Richmond is almost sent into dreamland with the cartwheel into a shining wizard! Being the fighter that he is, Alex is not ready to give up his struggle to get back to his feet actually surprises Showtime. Seeing he is going to need to put down exclimation point to win, Cooper hits the back ropes and runs at the rising Richmond full speed. Leaping up into the air knee first, Cooper nails him right between the eyes with a KAO DODE! The arena hears a sickening thud and Alex instantly collapses! Showtime wastes NO time leaping onto his opponent and hooking his leg back! Down goes Makabe and will the Kao Dode finally bring victory to Cooper? My money says yes. ONE!
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THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:32:18 GMT -5
Segment: Why I am, BK London. (Credit: BK London)
It's been a while since BK London engaged himself in direct competition with another wrestler on the roster. Actually, the last time he remembers going up against another wrestler in a competitive like nature was Kudo Yasuda, nearly three years ago. But while that one was strictly to determine who was the better man, BK London felt that this competition had so much more on the line than the one three years ago.
Once the scene fades in, we catch up to BK London sitting on a medical desk in the doctor's office where Dr. Mitsuo Makabe is applying a white bandage around his knee. It's been nearly two weeks since the attack by Adrian and Mickey on that knee, and with the match at Genocide - it only made matters worse. But with the few days BK London has had off between the match, his knee has had time to slowly recuperate but it was still nowhere near 100%.
As Makabe begins to apply the second layer of bandages, BK appears to be getting a little antsy.
Mistuo Makabe: Hold still BK.
BK London: Do we really need two layers of tape around my knee Mistuo? I've already told you, I'm fine.
Mistuo brings a halt to applying the bandages, and looks up.
Mistuo Makabe: Honestly, you shouldn't have been cleared to wrestle tonight - or at Genocide for that matter - but since you're so fixated on proving something to Adrian Flamingo, both Ginger and I have agreed to let you wrestle. Without this tape, or the knee brace around, you're liable to injure yourself a whole lot more than you're injured right now. So unless you want to be under the knife and on the shelf for another 4-5 months, I suggest you throw the ego out the window and let me finish my job.
BK London stared down at Mistuo angrily, not so much for the way he was speaking to him, but more because he was absolutely right. BK looked back up and forward towards the white walls in his office as Mistuo commenced the taping once again.
Without even as much as knock on the door, Chairman Gingerdude welcomes himself in his office, probably to check up on BK London.
BK London: Can we help you?
Gingerude: I'm here to see if you're alright and able to compete tonight.
BK London: Well don't you worry about that Ginger, because tonight bad knee or not, I'm fighting. No questions asked..
Gingerdude: I really think you should reconsider this BK London, this competition will be absolutely no joke - especially with your first match tonight against the 360 pound Thunder Train. And with the stipulation involved, I seriously think you should reconsider and forfeit the match tonight.
BK London: Forfeit? Forefeit? I've never forfeited a match in my life, and I'm not going to start right now...
Mistuo Makabe: Hold still...
BK London: ...tonight, you put any stipulation you want in my match. Steel Cage, Street Fight, Blindfold, Last Man Standing, Iron Man Match - you name it, and I will walk out the victor.
Gingerdude: Well since you're confident, I might as well cook up a good stipulation. Give the fans a main event worth watching tonight.
Mistuo Makabe: Done and done, try walk on it.
Slipping off the medical desk, he begins jumping around on his knee, and while it does hurt a bit - he doesn't reveal it to Gingerdude or Mistuo. BK grabs his knee brace from the table next to him and walks past Ginger before stopping.
BK London: ...Tonight, I'm going to show you why I am BK London.
BK walks off camera and the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:32:44 GMT -5
Segment: “Hallucinations - Part 1” Credit: ~Aj ~He Dreams~ [He awakes in the middle of a forest clearing. Silence surrounds him at all sides except for the subtitle sounds of wildlife that hide deep within the lush forestation. The glare of the sun beats down upon him, caressing his body with its warmness. He is taken back by the absolutely beauty of this place. He may not know where he is, but his heart beckons for him to never leave.] Aiden: Is this .. Heaven?[/b] hehe! [From the quietness comes the laughter of a small child. Hearing it come from behind him, he turns and comes in contact with a young boy. Taking a knee so he can be at eye level, Aiden examines the child’s face. His face and hair are like his own. His eyes and smile are that of mother’s. This couldn’t be? Could it?] Aiden: Son?[/b] Child *smiling*: Of course its me Daddy! Don’t be silly! [Still grinning, the child extends his hand outward for his father’s. Aiden reaches out and grabs it, and the moment their hands touch his heart is set afire. In his mind there is no doubt about it, this *IS* his son. He lifts him up off the ground and rests his son’s tiny frame in his arms.] Aiden: I love you so much.[/b] Child: I love you too Dad. [He embraces him tightly. Feeling his son in his arms causes his eyes to tear up. His subconscious, although obviously tricked, has waited for this moment for so very long. In his hands he holds a piece of Anna and himself, constructed with their love. Aiden looks down upon the boy and brushes his hair out of his face. He is the perfect child, absolutely beautiful in every detail. The father kisses his son on his forehead and caresses the back of his head, wishing for this moment to never end. And then ... With incredible violence, Aiden’s son is ripped straight out of his hands by a presence that feels all too familiar. The skies cloud up without warning and give away to a raging Thunderstorm. Icy rain pours from the skies above as if God was releasing his fury upon the Earth. With each flash of lighting, a creature of immense proportions becomes illuminated in front of him. He’s seen this monster before, in fact almost every day in the mirror for the past 7 years.] Thunderkiss: Flesh of MY flesh! Blood of MY blood! Aiden: NO!! No, you stay the FUCK away from him![/b] Child: Dad, HELP! [The child weeps for help but Aiden can do nothing. It is as if he is paralyzed in his own fear. He almost passes out from his own struggling, but no matter how hard he fights, his body will not move an inch. Aiden is totally helpless to watch on as his son is transformed in front of him by TK’s touch. Within a blink of an eye his son changes from sweet, innocent child to leather clad evil, just as he once did.] TK *laughing*: Like father ... Like son.Aiden: No, let him go! God DAMN you![/b] Thunderkid: What’s a matter crackerjack?! Don’t you love me anymore? [Aiden’s son gives him a sniveling grin as he takes the leg of his former alter ego. The victorious laughter of Thunderkiss booms throughout the night air, the sound of which pierces Aiden’s eardrums. In instinct he raises his hands to cover to cover them but this proves to be futile. Pulling his hands down, he becomes horrified to see them coated in his own blood. Panic and the insistent ringing in his ears cause him to fall down into a fetal position. Here, Thunderkiss steps over the top of him and delivers one final statement before he goes deaf. Given with his index finger slithering down Aiden's cheek, TK ensures that it will be one he’ll never forget.] TK: You can never run from me Aiden. You ARE me. I AM you. WE ARE ONE. FOREVER ENTWINED. Aiden: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-[/b] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:33:22 GMT -5
Segment: Poor Substitute (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
The camera fades in to show Dwight's gym...and standing inside the ring, is the Senatorial Stable. Senator and Hughes stand on one side, and Freeman stands on the other...looking a bit embarassed about something.
Freeman: Well, I called you here so we could train for the Rumble like I promised...but...
Hughes: ...but?
Freeman: Well...yeah...like I said, I told you that I'd bring you a sparring partner, that I knew a friend of mine...
Hughes: ...Yeah?
Freeman: Well, I couldn't quite reach him.
There's a bit of an aggravated look from Hughes, and Senator seems quite annoyed as well.
Senator: Well, if you were not able to contact him, then why are we standing here in this ring? I am assuming you have managed to get...somebody at least?
Freeman: Yeah...well...I did manage to get somebody...but....
Hughes: I'm not sure that this is going to take a nice turn.
Freeman: Well, yeah...look...it was short notice. I kinda hoped that I would reach him...and I was kinda thinking that he would just pick up. But he didn't...so...yeah. I mean, it's kinda complicated, but...when he didn't pick up the first time, I figured that it probably wasn't a good idea in the first place.
Hughes: It wasn't a good idea...? Why would it not---
Freeman: Like I said...it's kinda complicated.
Freeman kind of looks away from Hughes for a second and seems deep in thought, and Senator speaks next.
Senator: Well, you did say that you managed to find somebody else, so I am assuming that he is here now?
Freeman: Yes, like I said...I found somebody else. But it was REALLY short notice. Like...REALLY short notice. I mean, I thought Id find somebody sooner, so I called you guys here, but then I didn't...and...well....the first person I could find, I just sorta---
Hughes: Does this person have any WRESTLING experience?
Freeman: Well...I think so...I mean, he said he did...
Senator: He said what, exactly?
Freeman: ...Well...yeah.
Hughes: Did you ask him anything besides that?
Freeman: Well...not really. I know that he said he said he has experience...and I know he's waiting for me to call him right now, so if I could just...
Senator: Fine, go ahead.
Freeman: Well...I now introduce to you...well...I'm not quite sure of his name...but...oh, whatever...YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!
As the three men look expectantly towards the door, there is a silence...and then in walks...a man who certainly doesn't look the part of wrestler. He is bald, relatively short, and very fat...While he isn't exactly obese, he doesn't look like he gets much exercise. He walks in with a huge bag of potato chips in one hand, as he scratches himself with the other. He has apparently been eating many of these chips, as there are crumbs all over the front of his shirt, and his hands are extremely greasy and covered in crumbs.
As he walks in, Senator's eyes narrow and he certainly seems to be angry, though Hughes is the one who turns and fires a glare at Freeman, who in turn turns his head away to avoid meeting the eyes of his stablemate.
Freeman: So uh...right...um...
Hughes: THIS is the person you managed to find?
Freeman: I said...it was short notice!
The man enters the ring, and then speaks, not bothering to swallow so that when he does, a few potato chip crumbs fly out of his mouth and land on the ring mat.
Man: *Extremely incoherent speech on account of the potato chips currently in his mouth*.
Now, it's Senator's turn to glare at Freeman, who once again turns his head. Senator turns back to the man.
Senator: If you would like to be understood, kindly swallow first.
Man: *swallows* I said...so I'm supposed to be sparrin' wit you'se guys f'r the Rumble?
Hughes: Well...we...
Freeman: Well, maybe you should start with your name, you know? Introduce yourself, give maybe a brief biography, highlighting you know...your life...and you know, maybe talk a bit in their about your wrestling experience...because uh....well...I mean...
Senator: I think the words that Freeman is trying to find is something along the lines of that you do not look very credible...though...I have learned across my career that you should never underestimate anyone who is crazy enough to step into a wrestling ring.
Hughes: What Freeman is trying to say you better have some experience, because he's the guy who brought you, and right now, he isn't looking too good.
Freeman: Well...let's just go with Senator's explanation. Like he said, Hughes, there are TONS of people that...you know...they don't look that great, and then...you know...they are...
Hughes: Name three, off the top of your head.
Freeman: Well...uh....well I mean, off the top of my head, and on the spot it's kinda hard to---
Hughes: This is ridiculous. How about we just get rid of him and train by ourselves.
Freeman: NO, wait... I mean...I'm sure he just is some undiscovered talent. I mean, we all start somewhere.
Man: Well...my name's Vann Rawlings, an' I've got TONSo' wrestlin 'experience!
Freeman gives a sigh of relief...
Freeman: See? TONS of wrestling experience.
Vann: I've been watchin' wrestlin' since ah was TEN, an' I nevah missed a show!
Silence...Senator and Hughes turn towards Freeman, who looks back at Vann.
Hughes and Senator: ...
Freeman: ...uh...is that your experience?
Vann: Uh-HUH!
Hughes and Senator: ...
Freeman: ...Well...we can at least practice moves ON him, right?
Freeman shrugs, hoping to get out of this situation, but the glare focused on him from both Senator and Hughes is not breaking. Freeman sighs, and gives up, as (Guy who's name has not been thought up yet) looks at everybody, as if just waitin for his chance to jump right in and spar with the best.
Hughes: ...just forget it...Freeman?
Freeman: ...Yeah?
Hughes: Get him out of here.
Senator: I shall second that opinion, before I decide to toss you out along with him, into the dumpster where he belongs!
Freeman: ...Okay.
Senator: And one more thing, if you fail in finding some suitable sparring partners for this battle royale, I will undoubtably have your head on a platter...and that shall only be the beginning of your troubles! This is too important an issue to slack off on! This Stable has a role for every member. Mr. Hughes does his part as the Shooter, breaking apart our competiton. The Capitalists work hard as my liasons with the front office, and have their own wrestling commitments. You, Mr. Freeman, should be doing your part in securing suitable practice competition for us, but if you can not do this, I will do so myself! Do not let me do that.
Freeman: Hey, give me time here...just a little...I might have a plan B...
Freeman reluctantly goes over to Vann, to escort him out of the ring...as the cameras fade. Will the Stable be able to find themselves a suitable training deal in time to prepare for Fallen Heroes? Stay tuned.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:33:49 GMT -5
Segment: Spicy Villain (Credit: FSX)
Isn't it true that everyone is a villain? Well, at least in the eyes of someone. Though they may be the kindest man in all the world, and try everyday to do all they can to help those around them and to make the world a better place to live in, they could be the villain of an evil corporation. Regardless of how much a hero one person may be, they are likely a heartless villain in the eyes of someone else. It may be due to the way they are so cheery with everyone they happen to meet. The way that they will offer someone assistance without even knowing them. Or perhaps even the way that they rape and murder all of those they come in contact with, before harvesting their bodies and making a sick kind of beef jerky. Fact of the matter is, only one of the three that were just mentioned are actually a villain. Ginger doesn't really fall into any of those categories, but he's still highly regarded to as a fiend.
By those that he isn't helping out, anyway. Though he may do all he can to keep the peace, and at times actually have the best intentions of the fed in mind, more often then not he'll piss someone off with his actions. Tonight the man who has become quite pissed off is Fallen Souls, and he has gone on a rampage since he was last seen in a tireless search to find his boss. He seems to believe that Ginger is working with BK London in a fashion similar to the Corporate Alliance once again, and believes that BK is simply trying to win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale for the second year in a row with a good spot in it. Though none of this may be true, it doesn't stop Fallen from believing it, and believing he's doing something righteous by demanding fair opportunity to all! Well..for himself, anyway.
FSX: Where the fuck is he hiding....
Mumbling to himself, Fallen scoped and traveled through hallway after hallway as he searched for one of the secret offices the Chairman used. Was he even in the arena? Fallen was beginning to doubt it as all of his trails were running dry. With just one more place left to look by this point, Fallen began his trek through the backstage area to the esteemed hallway of HORRORS! That's right, ACW has a hallway of HORRORS!
FSX: Why is this the only way to the old Chairmans office anyway? Stupid ACW making no sense...
Hesitating as he approached the dark and frightening hallway, one could only ponder why Fallen was doing a Halloween special at the end of March! Or, in a fashion that makes much more sense, not just asking someone where Ginger is. Rather then be logical, he takes in a deep breathe and begins a dash into the hallway! What foul and evil goon will he find?! After running for a short while, he comes to a stop upon realizing the hallway was just a place of terrifyingly crappy wrestlers from ACW's past.
FSX: Huh..well, this isn't so bad after all.
??: That's what YOU think!
Upon hearing the thunderous voice behind him, Fallen looks over his shoulder casually....before double taking and looking on in shock!! Turning to face whatever it is that was behind him, FSX appeared to be notably trembling as he backed away from the sight. What could strike so much horror in a man?!
Anthem: Welcome to the hallway of failure. I'll be your host this evening...ZOMBIE ANTHEM!
FSX: OH MY GOD!! Quick, someone give me a weed whacker!!
Anthem: I'm afraid that won't be necessary, Mr. Hunter. We'll be destroying you as a team.
FSX: OH NO YOU-- wait, Hunter?
Anthem: Gather, my horrible minions!
On cue, many other wrestlers make their way out from the dark shadows of the hallway! Their were great failures like 'The Broken Brick' Tracy Finn. Alongside them were lesser known failures like The Rookie Monster's cousin, The Cookie Monster! Fallen, however, seemed quite uninterested with them all. If anything, he seemed to be a bit upset.
Anthem: Prepare to fall before us, Hunter!
Tracy Finn: We're gonna smash you WITH THE BRICK!
FSX: Yeah, but I'm not Hunt--
Cookie Monster: OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!
FSX: I'm not--
Cookie Monster: I LIKE COOKIES! OM NOM NOM NOM NOM!
FSX: I'M NOT HUNTER!!
Everyone falls silent for a moment as Anthem leans up to Tracy Finn and The Cookie Monster for a moment to talk about the situation with them, audibly cursing as they seemed to come to a realization as to who Fallen was.
Finn: Damn it, I told you Hunter wasn't a small Asian guy!
Cookie Monster: Om nom nom?
Anthem: Well this sucks. No one cares if we do anything to Fallen!
FSX: I matter too, you know? Hunter doesn't even wrestler anymore! He retired!
Anthem: He did?! Now we have no one to do our awesome West Side Story musical attack on! We're ruined!
FSX: Well..hey. I'm not even an option?
Though it's blatantly obvious that Fallen doesn't want to be attacked by a bunch of failed wrestlers attempting to do a musical number, he seems quite saddened at not even being considered! Looking distraught for a moment, he shakes his head and begins to walk away from them as they look to each other and start laughing.
Anthem: Ahahahaha..Can you believe that guy? Why would we waste our time with him? I know our time doesn't matter, but COME ON!
Finn: We still have our dignity! Imagine what stupid sarcastic comments he'd make about our awesome dance? Ridiculous!
Cookie Monster: I still like COOKIES!
As they snickered and joked about the situation, they seemed to pay no mind that Fallen had a change of heart and walked back over to them. Not realizing that he was standing their and listening to them, Fallen seems to come to the conclusion he can wait a little while longer to find Ginger...he had something else to do.
FSX: Do you feel pretty?
Anthem: Huh..? Uh oh.
FSX: Oh so pretty? and witty? and bright?
Finn: Yup, I do actually. Thanks for asking.
FSX: ...Yeah...I'm gonna go ahead and just beat you two if your not going to play along.
Fa la la la la LA LA LA! And with that, Fallen waves for the camera to turn away as he grins, wrenching back and beginning his destruction of the two bumbling idiots that are only known for failing. Were they possibly sent by Ginger to act as a distraction so that he could escape? No...if that was the case someone awesome like The Cookie Monster wouldn't of been there! But still, it allows time for Ginger to become quite aware of the situation at hand. How will he end up handling a furious FSX? Perhaps more importantly, will Anthem actually die this time? Who knows...the Janitor that cleans up afterward I bet! Either way, the quest for 'equal rights' isn't over yet. But soon enough, it should be..
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:35:01 GMT -5
Segment: Short Sharp Hype (credit: Jonny Hughes)
ACW fades from its previous scene to find ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes stood with Charlotte King ready for a pre-match interview, Hughes is decked out in his usual ring attire whilst Charlotte is dressed in one of her beautiful trademark dresses, she holds the mic tentatively as she waits for the cue to begin the interview, which she gets…now.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here and I am joined at this time by The Shooter Jonny Hughes, who is just moments away from a singles match against a man who returned to ACW last Thursday in Jay Zero. I was wondering Jonny, if I could get you thoughts at this time?
Hughes: You certainly can Miss King. You see tonight is my first in-ring excursion since Genocide and I find it fitting that my first opponent is a member of Entourage.
Charlotte: And why is that? Hughes: Well Miss King I am, understandably, still angered by the shit that the Entourage pulled at Genocide to screw me out of my greatest chance at the ACW World Title. You see, Entourage committed a professional foul in soccer terms, they halted me when I had a clear cut goal-scoring opportunity and since the powers that be are unwilling to dish out the correct form of punishment then I will gladly take the role of punisher myself.
There is a short moment of silence as a clearly confused Charlotte is trying to get her head around the soccer reference that Hughes just used and has forgotten her next question. After a few seconds of consideration she decides to ignore the soccer reference and presents her final question to Hughes.
Charlotte: So…do you have any final words for Jay Zero?
Hughes: Indeed I do Miss King.
Hughes turns towards the camera so that he is staring directly into the lens and motions for the cameraman to zoom in so he is dominating the picture.
Hughes: Jay Zero…the last time we went head to head I didn’t fare so well, but a lot has changed since then, you’ve found God and well Jay Zero I’ve found you weakness…a good kick to the teeth. You see tonight isn’t about wrestling, it’s about me getting some retribution and if the cost of this is your blood then so be it. See you in the ring Zero.
And with that Hughes steps out of shot and the camera man zooms out to show the lone figure of Charlotte King before we fade to black and onto the coming match…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:35:44 GMT -5
Match 3: Jonny Hughes vs. Jay Zero (Credit: Jake Steele)
STARTING POINT Jay & Hughes started the match with a traditional lock up. Zero and Hughes locked up all whilst pushing each other around the ring, Hughes finally broke the locked up position by kneeing Zero in the gut and slamming him down with a Hip Toss. Hughes grabs the head of Zero as he lays on the ground, and head butts Zero to the mat. Hughes has Zero in his clutches and picks him up, as he goes for a devastating German Suplex, Zero begins to smash his elbow into the face of Hughes and he spins himself out of the move, turning Hughes around with him as he kicks him in the gut, Zero grabs the head of Hughes and snaps Hughes back into the air with a snap suplex. Zero throws his arms up in the air as he sees Hughes might be starting to lose it.
MID-SECTION As we enter the mid-point of the match, Hughes has got himself back in control. He has Zero locked into a armbar, and Hughes is laying the pressure on thick. Zero tries to punch Hughes but only swipes the air, Zero then quickly decides to manuever himself over to the ropes, as he pushes his weight over to it. Zero almost has it, when he finally grabs hold of the rope. Hughes keeps the armbar locked in as a ref begins a count…
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Hughes lets go, and sees Zero’s arm is in heavy pain, he stomps down onto it, as Zero grabs his arm in pain. Hughes then grabs Zero and picks him up, and puts him backbreaker position… THE SHOWPEICE! Hughes covers Zero to get a count of 2.7, as the fans look in somewhat of a state of shock.
MATCH END Zero and Hughes are now on the outside brawling in what has seemingly turned into a street fight, but with a count out rule. Hughes is pressed up against the barricade and Zero looks to the crowd, hyping them up for his next move, Zero steps back all the way from the opposite barricade, and charges forward… FLYING CROSSBODY!… while at a standing point! Zero and Hughes fly into the crowd, as the crowd goes in a frenzy. Zero, being the lesser of the hurt men in the match, hears the ref counting nearly at ten, and he jumps over the barricade, then into the ring, just as the ref hits 9... Before he can hit the count of ten, Zero slides back out, restarting the count. Zero walks back over to the crowd area and grabs Hughes head, Hughes feels Zero grabbing him and seemingly gets a second wind, as he pulls Zeros neck onto the barricade! Hughes pulls himself on the barricade, and flies off onto Zero with a thunderous elbow drop! The crowd starts chanting “ACW, ACW, ACW” as Hughes and Zero lay damn near passed out. After a few seconds, Hughes gets up and picks Zero up… he throws him into the ring, as the ref counts 9, he rolls in quickly and takes a breath. Hughes then walks over to Zero and grabs his arm, twisting it, getting ready for the Anaconda Vice! But Zero uses his legs and kicks Hughes dead in the face, before twisting out of his attempt, and beginning to unleash bullets [fist] on Hughes face, Zero feels the momentum shifting in his favor, and he grabs Hughes by the leg and body, he lifts him onto his shoulders, which can mean only one thing… ZERO DARKNESS! Zero covers Hughes. 1... 2... 3!
Jones: Here is your winner by pinfall… JAY ZERRRROOO!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:37:24 GMT -5
Segment: “Hallucinations - Part 2” Credit: ?? / Nick Durden / ~Aj ~He Awakens~ Aiden: -OOOOOOOOOOOOOO![/b] ??: Shhh, there there, Aiden. It will be ok.
Aiden: Wha-what's ha-ppen-ening?! Anna, is-is that y-you?[/b] ??: Calm down, baby, everything is going to be ok. [Aiden tries to fight the effects, turning his head and breathing a sigh of relief as Anna Sommers looks straight at him. But this isn’t Anna Sommers and Aiden freaks out as the figure 'morphs' in front of his very eyes. The camera points away as TK recognises the figure.] Aiden: Y-You! You so-n of a bi...tch, what d-d-did y-you do TO m-me?[/b] !*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*! Black & White: Ahh, you've finally come round, my darling. I sent you on a little "trip" to help you clear your mind. You've been stressed out recently, with the burden of being both a World Champion and a father-to-be. Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you sleep? [With a hiss in his voice Aiden responds...] Aiden: K-Kill you.[/b] !*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*! Black & White: Sorry, no killing for you tonight big guy. And believe me, you are a big guy from what I had the luxery of viewing. Aiden: !![/b] [Angry, Aiden tries to muster up some strength, but is unable to do so.] Black & White: Calm yourself, my Prince. You don't want to strain a muscle now, do you? Now then, you don't mind if I have another sneak peak......do you? !*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*! [The stalker slowly slips his hand down towards Aiden's groin area. He attempts to slide his hand down his pants, but this is too much, even for Aiden. He overcomes the drug, forcing his hands against Black & White's neck, throwing him to one side of the room, behind the sofa.] Aiden: D-Don’t t-t-ouch ME!![/b] !*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*! Nick Durden: Stop fucking around, man, lemme in![Aiden finally has his stalker to himself, after 3 and a half months of taunting letters, tormenting acts and basically making his life a living hell. But Aiden pauses before he turns around, figuring that 2 men are better than 1. He staggers to the door, unlocking it, and in bursts Nick Durden.] Nick: ‘Bout time, sweetcheeks, took you long enough to put on your face.Aiden: No-no time, that fucker is behind the sofa![/b] [Durden takes the hint, and the two slowly approach the sofa. As they reach it, Aiden holds out a hand and Durden pauses. Aiden creeps up to the sofa, leaping over and onto.........nothing. Thin air.] Aiden: What the-he was right here! This makes no sense![/b] [Durden’s demeanor quickly shifts from one of playful mockery to genuine concern.] Nick: Dude, you feeling okay?Aiden: I swear, he was right here! He was right here and he drugged me! He did! I'm not making this up God dammit![/b] Nick: Hey, hey, relax, bud, just chill. Look, there’s no other way out of this room. Even if someone were here, there’s nowhere he could’ve escaped to. Listen, you just need to relax. You’ve got a title defense coming up in case you haven’t been aware. I’m gonna go see Dr. Greenberg tomorrow. We’ll get you some relaxants to calm your nerves. For now, you need a good night’s sleep, all right? Gimme your cell, no more distractions tonight.[Aiden stoically hands his cell phone over to Nick, all the while it is clear that his mind is dwelling on far greater matters. Aiden sighs, with concern still clear in his actions.] Aiden: Maybe there is something wrong with me? [/b] [Nick can do little more than give his friend a heartfelt pat on the back. Of course Aiden seems sincere in his concern, but there’s just no way the events he just described could be possible, right? Stumped as to how he can comfort his friend without feeding a possible mental breakdown, Nick marches out of the room. Aiden still looks a little groggy, knowing that he had the perfect chance to get his stalker once and for all. But having been drugged to the end of the Universe and back, along with being groped has caused our World Champion to crack evermore, adding another score to Black & White's tally.] [FADE]
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