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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:39:00 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Jake Steele Hype Video (Credit: Jake Steele)
We cut from ringside, as the camera pans over to the Alphatron which is beginning to play a video, the fans look on and watch as we cut into full screen, where the video is now being played. We now see none other then Jake Steele, who is standing in the middle of a room, this room is covered in shadows and nothing but a spotlight and Steele can be seen. Steele stands looking up at the sky with that exact spotlight shining onto his face, he carries a look of determination, and a drive inside of him that can be seen through his aura which seems to illuminate, even the darkest of rooms.
Mysterious Voice: I now take you all in ACW through time, as we travel to the date of March 23rd, 2008.
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Jake Steele: Victory. The one thing every man looks forward to, the accomplishment and feeling of standing tall over your opponent, after keeping him down for three seconds. A mere three seconds, not much time to some, but to us, it is the longest period of time we could possibly endure. Those three seconds… to me, mean everything. Last week, was the first time I felt the pleasure of hearing the number three, in years. And it felt perfect… my idol was defeated… and I defeated him.
Jake Steele: The match started, and it was destiny vs. legend face to face for the first time inside of a squared circle. I stood with my expression not changing once, as I knew this match would make my career. The fans were pumped to see a moment in LVPW history, and I was planning to make them remember it, forever.
Jake Steel: I had it. The crowd was behind me, and everything was in my favor, after a amazing show of aerial prowess, I hit Mainer with a Dai-Chan Bomber and we were both passed out, I hardly remember anything for five minutes after that.
Jake Steele: My work was done. I had defeated my idol, and my career could only go up from there on out. The Revolution was starting to go in full gear as I had one thing left in my mind for ACW… the Entertainment Championship. The stages are being set and I feel it coming... Gold. Calling my name. Mr. Red, Code Red, whatever your name is... Realize...
It takes one man to make a statement… It takes one man to make history… And it takes one man… To Make A Revolution.
“Walk” by Pantera ends, as Jake looks into the screen with angst on his face, ending the segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:39:21 GMT -5
Segment: Killing Caitlynn: Episode 8. (Credit: Mainer)
We take another leap forward in time, after the prom night Danny went straight into Wrestling Training and Caitlynn went to college to become a vet. Things were going swell with Danny constantly hitting the gym and Caitlynn hitting the books but the one thing that really had hit Danny lately is that Caitlynn was… changing. She was becoming louder, more bitchy and less reliable which yeah OK it’s a woman’s right to do what she want but this was a major shock to Danny as up until recent she was under his thumb. Caitlynn had started going out later at night and coming home drunk the past few years after she’d found her group of new friends in school which was raising her unpredictability level drastically.
There was a cause for this, but nobody knew why she was doing this. Living in the Vegas Suburbs now, the 2 seemed to be happy but Danny noted that as Caitlynn’s home-times became later, her grades were starting to slip a little. She was hitting the books less and less now and while Danny was concerned, he had to focus on his kickboxing and his wrestling training. Danny now 20 years old was at peak shape in his life, he’d swerved college and gone straight into the gym. Every day Danny was going out for 5 mile runs and slowly taking it further to get his fitness and stamina up so he could hit the big time and he was doing a lot of training circuits, pumping it up but the one thing that he’d never realized WHAT was wrong with her.
The truth? Well, the truth is that there was no problem with Caitlynn but peer-pressure was driving her to the brink and she was slowly becoming a puppet for her friends and their control grew stronger by the month as slowly she became more independent from Danny but that dependency went straight into her new-found friends. Danny could only sit back and watch what happened to his one and only love because she’d never invite him out. Now, sat in the back room of their Vegas home is Danny Mainer in a wooden chair surrounded by bookshelves ceiling high filled up with the books. He’s wearing a pair of thin golden spectacles with a copy of John Steinbecks “Grapes of Wrath” in his hands. He appears to be about half-way through the book when suddenly the front door flies open and Danny is taken by shock.
He drops the book as result of this shock but the door shuts again and he can hear a voice singing, female and he can tell immediately who it is. In to the back room stumbles Caitlynn Dufraisne with glazed, wide eyes and even from the other side of the room Danny can smell the hot, booze thickened breath from here. He immediately runs to her aid as it appears she’s going to fall over.
Caitlynn: “Ooh I do love to sit beside the sea-side!”
She looks like she’s about to topple over and Danny is right in front of her arms extended.
Danny: Baby… you’re drunk. You should lie down.
Caitlynn: AND DON’T YOU… *hic* KNOW IT!
Caitlynn flops forward but Danny’s arms catch her in a hug trying to pick her up.
Caitlynn: What’re you d-d-doing to me?
Danny: Taking you to bed… you need some sleep.
Caitlynn: Sleep? Sleep? It’s four in teh fuckin’ morning and it’s a Sunday. It’s not my fuckin’ bed time!
Danny: It’s Wednesday, it’s about 8 O’clock and you’re sloshed. Come on let’s go.
Danny tries to cart Caitlynn off and she stutters out a quiet “Nononono” before she lets out a piercing scream.
Caitlynn: HELP ME! HELP MEEEEE! HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME!
Danny not willing to suffer possible police instigation over nothing in his own home immediately does the best thing he can as Caitlynn screams, he leg-trips her to the carpet floor and clasps his hand over her mouth drowning out the screams in the same vein as Of Mice and Men but without the murdering. The attempted screams do not subside though so Danny does the best thing he can. Danny slaps on a side-on sleeper hold cutting off her oxygen while keeping her mouth clasped and eventually Caitlynn’s kicking and struggling starts to die down. Danny sees her eyes drooping and as soon as they shut fully, he waits a second before breaking the clutch as Caitlynn fades into the subconscious as her breathing slowly stops…
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:40:46 GMT -5
Segment: The Great Space War Part 3: The First Enemy (Credit: Chef) The ships that we have previously seen continue to fly towards our heroes. Zapp still hides his worried feeling but addresses the crew about the current situation. Zapp: Crew, according to my awesome knowledge, this didn't happen according to the history books. Which means that everything we know is probably a lie. X: Thats great. So you don't even know for sure if we are going to live? You said you were sure! John: X is right. You said that you were sent here to help us and now all of the sudden you aren't sure? I don't know if I can trust you.... Zapp: Hey now this isn't anyway to treat your captain. Now open up communications with them! The people at the controls flip a few switches then a big screen appears in front of them.Zapp: Who are you and what do you want? All of the sudden music starts playing randomly from seemingly nowhere. www.youtube.com/watch?v=8igEZCR7cRM click that if you want to listen to it and it will give a better perspective of it.Zapp: Where the hell is that music coming from? Screw it, just fly around these guys and get away from them! ?: Can't let you do that, Star Zapp! Zapp: What? ? 2: Andross has ordered us to take you down. Zapp: Who? Who's Andross? ? 3: Peppy! Long time no see! Zapp: What? I thought we were talking about Andross.... ? 4: Andross' enemy is my enemy. Zapp: Alright so we are back on Andross? Col. Sanders: Umm...captain. We should do something about them. They might destroy us. Zapp: Nonsense. We are stronger then they are. All guns fire! The ship starts firing at the enemy, who if you didn't know by now is Star Wolf. However, they horribly miss countless times. This causes Star Wolf to get angry and start firing back and actually hit the ship.Pigma: I'll do you fast, Peppy old pal. Zapp: Mmmmm doing fast. Sounds kind of sexy Col. Sanders: Sir, its a pig talking Zapp: I don't care what animal she is, she's hot.... X: Forget this send a few guys out there! X leaves the room along with a few other soldiers and head down to the bottom of the ship. There they see 4 fighters to help take out the other 4 trying to kill them. It takes them a couple minutes before they are able to get in the fighters they take off.Zapp: Ahhh does my heart good to know that a few men are willing to risk their lives to save me-- I mean the planet. Just then a blast comes through the ship hitting Col. Sanders in the face. He goes flying back into the wall and falls to the floor, half of his mask his destroyed and he stands up and holds his head.Zapp: Sanders! Are you alright? Col. Sanders: Yeah, I'm fine its just that well this mask won't do me any good anymore.... Col. Sanders takes off his mask then turns around and looks at Zapp.Stupid picture not becoming smaller is stupid.Zapp: Kif! Boy am I glad to see you! How did you get here? Kif: Ugh....the government thought you couldn't handle this mission on your own so they sent me also to help. X: Listen I hate to ruin your little reunion but we need some help out here. Leon: Annoying Bird, I AM THE GREAT LEON! Guy: Take that! Andrew: I'm not afraid of YOU! As the ships continue to fly around X is able to take down one of them quickly.Pigma: My beautiful reward! Arrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhh! X: Only 3 left to go.... As the battle continues one of the lasers misfire and go down to Earth nailing the planet. Soon the other two guys with X crash into Mars below them. Leaving X all alone. Wolf: What the heck? Leon: You're not as tough as I thought.... Shortly after X is able to take down Wolf then Leon...Wolf: I...can't...lose! Leon: This can't be happening! X: There's one more to go! Soon enough he is able to destroy Andrew and save the ship.Andrew: UNCLE ANDROSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! X: Mission complete! Zapp: Thank God! Thanks to my excellent captaining I was able to defeat those monsters! Now everyone, we have to go to Mars because that's where the base is! Kif: Ugh..... Now listen to this until the end www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_yHZTbyraY X: All aircraft report Controller: One of the dumbass' ships is on Mars Controller: Actually both of those dumbasses are on Mars because they can't DO A BARREL ROLL! X: Well then....I guess we should get there ASAP.... Zapp: Prepare for landing! X flies back into the mother ship then it slowly goes to the surface of Mars. Here our heroes are going to stop the aliens once and for all. Also as a sidequest they must find the two ships that crashed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:41:37 GMT -5
Match 4: Danny Mainer’s "The King of Vegas Gauntlet Invitational" (Credit: Danny Mainer)
Suddenly, the lights die down and there’s a loud drum beat intro and the crowd erupts into booing from the audience as the music plays on for about a minute until the song freezes, it starts again to a drum and bass rhythm as out struts none other then International Champion Danny F’N Mainer in his ring gear with his International Championship over his shoulder. He sprints down the ramp as the vocals kick in and as he runs he twists around to the right set of ring-post. He Feint-Tiger Kicks his way under the bottom rope before springing up to his feet inside the ring spinning around with his arms out-stretched to the dismay of the crowd as Danny poses arrogant.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentlemen will you PUH-LEASE welcome… The King of Vegas and International Champion…. DANNNNNNNY MAAIIIINEEEEEEER!
The crowd boo loudly particularly at his recognition as International Champion and without a second thought Danny snatches the microphone out of his hand to even more booing from the crowd. Danny then stands centre of the ring with his International Title over his shoulder and microphone in the other hand.
Danny: Ladies, Gentlemen and ugly little cretins, that means everyone by the way. I AM… your International Champion… DAAAAAAANNNNYYYY MAAIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERRR!!!
Danny extends his arms letting the rain of booing soaking into his skin before continuing with his monologue.
McNally: And the crowd are not behind The Maine Man tonight!
Edison: What a damn shame, he’s awesome in the ring.
McNally: His humanity skills need a little work though.
Edison: Oh undoubtedly.
Danny: Now… a few weeks ago just after or was it before Bloody Valentine? I forget. The point is, I put myself on THE WARPATH for some championship gold and let’s face facts peeps, The Maine Man got it done. Without any shadow of a doubt I took FSX to the limits and I came out on TOP. FSX didn’t stand a chance against me and he was foolish enough to try and beat me and he ended up with a huge gash in his forehead after I drove him face first through the steel chair!
The crowd give mixed reactions for this, some for the FSX diehards and the others for his alignment with Limelight, Nick Savich, Jon Taylor and Ryan Cooper.
Danny: I’d personally like to say to everyone here that doubted me that you’re all wrong and a bunch of fakers and bullshitters who couldn’t come close to the Standards of The Maine Man. I am 100%, Grade A-Star perfection and I have no doubts that I could beat ANYBODY that has EVER set foot in that ACW locker room. Be it the past, people like Wyvern, Echo and The Macho Man!
McNally: This kid has got a huge chip on his shoulder! He’s damne arrogant!
Edison: Entertaining though! Besides, he gets it done in the ring.
The crowd pop for the references of these people with some booing Wyvern however.
Danny: I could out-wrestle The Senator! I could over-power Torak! I could out-extreme Ridley. I could beat anyone on today’s roster, be it BK London, Adrian Flamingo or Jon Taylor. I could beat even the FUTURE of ACW, kids like Wayde Russler, been there done that, Jake Steele! He shows promise but I know I could beat him. I could beat ANY. NAME. YOU. THROW. AT. ME. So that’s why I invented the Last Stand Invitational Tournament… To show that I can slash WILL beat anyone on the roster.
The crowd boo his arrogance and some start to throw trash at the King.
Danny: So yeah that’s right. I’m basically walking out unprepared at the mercy of ANY superstar that wants to step up and if hey, that person beats me which is NOT going to happen then that person will face The King at Fallen Heroes for The International Championship and even if we got that far, I would STILL win. Nobody can beat The King when there’s gold at stake. So yeah, come on out! I won’t hurt you much! I wanna make an example.
There’s a silence as Danny stares at the entrance way, nothing happens and the crowd boo loudly, Danny looks disappointed.
Danny: Come on, I’m basically giving you a shot at greatness! How can anybody say no! The ACW roster must be filled with more cowards then I thought. Next time I got the mall I’m buying y’all a spi-
Danny is cut off as the riff of an old tune in ACW’s ears hits. The crowd start to scream and cheer loudly as Lady by Lenny Kravitz hits. The entire audience gives this lady as a standing ovation.
Edison: What the Science!!! It can’t be!
McNally: That’s the music of only one ‘Lady’ so to speak!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:42:37 GMT -5
I'm crazy for this little lady I'm freaking for my little baby 'Cause she makes me feel good She's so fine
Don't need all my other ladies I'm beggin' for this little lady 'Cause I tell you she's cool She's divine
I know she's a super lady I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah [/I]
Out of the curtain steps Sarin Rossi and immediately Danny’s adrenaline spikes and a perfect way to describe his mindset right now is “Regret”. He was expecting a response but not THIS big. Sarin without a single word sprints down the ramp in her typical ring attire with a hungry grin on her face.
Edison: WOW! It IS her! Sarin Rossi is back and she’s after the Int’nash title to boot!
I'm crazy for that lady She's chic but she's not shady yeah Sophisticated lady And she makes me feel good She's so fine
Never knew there was such a lady That would make me want to straighten Out my life at this time but I find I'm thinkin' 'bout this pretty lady I would love her good as my own baby (?) 'Cause you know she's no fool She's refined
I know she's a super lady I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah
Sarin thunders into the ring like a bullet from a Magnum and when Danny sees this oncoming threat he immediately regrets his prior decision as the crowd are still in shock of this HUGE return. With a [he should be] worried look on his face, he in desperation swings his right arm out trying to catch the on-coming Sarin with a clothesline but Sarin ducks and twist around the same time as Danny does. A BRUTAL backhand slap right to the cheek of Mr. Mainer and Mainer is dazed and confused and Sarin and Mainer now centre of the ring, Sarin swings her right leg and catches Danny right in the face with a Crescent Kick to complete THE RIN SPIN! Danny crashes to the floor as if he’s completely unconscious, his arms and legs spread out as he’s completely laid out cold on the canvas. Sarin covers Danny pushing his right arm down by the wrist with her right hand and her right knee to keep down the other arm. Referee RAF slides to make the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!
Ding Ding!
Phillip Jones: Here is your winner and new International Championship NUMBER ONE CONTENDER VIA pinfall… SARIN ROSSIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Edison: HOLY SCIENCE! That was the quickest pinfall EVER!
McNally: You bet’cha! Sarin Rossi is back and she just dismantled The International Champion within 10 seconds!
Edison: Seven seconds to be exact!
Lady by Lenny Kravitz hits yet again as the crowd are cheering so lung their lungs will explode. Applause echoes throughout the arena as Sarin stands up with one arm raised triumphantly in the air. She rolls out under the bottom rope walking along the ramp with one arm raised as the crowd cheers, Sarin not looking back at the man she just crushed in 2 moves once.
Edison: What a return for one of ACW’s biggest competitors! Sarin Rossi just KO’d Danny in a heart beat and she’s not even paid the man a second glance! She’s just walking straight on not even lookin’ in the rear-view. Talk about confidence!
McNally: I tell you that much, with that backhand slap and that kick right into the noggin you can bet that Danny’s feelin’ pretty stupid about this invitational.
Danny rolls under the bottom rope slowly holding his international title over his shoulder feeling a massive bruising on his head start to arise as the huge impact has made its mark. Danny just got called out and schooled old style and you can tell he’s still feeling the effect as while he tries to walk up the ramp to chase after Sarin [who’s theme is still playing] he falls flat on his face on the ramp.
McNally: Wow! That was a scorcher of a kick! The poor guy can’t even stand up!
Edison: That was incredible, what a triumphant return for Sarin Rossi and now she’s got a match for The International Title at Fallen Heroes! If that’s not a way to kick-start your comeback I don’t know what is!
McNally: Danny can’t be happy about this as you can see him falling flat on his face just like the idea behind this invitational! He’s got to defend that title against Sarin Rossi this month at Fallen Heroes! Originally a plight to rub his ego, it’s now sore as the poor man’s forehead!
Sarin disappears behind the curtain as Danny tries to make it to his feet again but stumbles from his 3-point stance and falls over. He eventually makes it to the top of the ramp but he tumbles and rolls up towards the curtain before crawling his way backstage, making to the 3 point and then falling backstage as we draw to a fade, the crowd still buzzing from what they just witnessed.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:43:34 GMT -5
Segment: An Interview with a Lamb (Credit: Sarin)
Moments after wiping the floor with the self-proclaimed 'King of Vegas,' Sarin fled to the closest ladies' room. The roar of the pumped crowd sent her skyrocketing in an adrenaline overdose. Panting, she scrutinizes her reflection in a pristine wall mirror. Her beaming grin shines through a thin layer of sweat and a purpling bruise emerging on her cheek. She rummages for cover up in her purse. Try as she might, Sarin fails to control her trembling hands. The purse slips off the sink counter and clatters to the floor.
Sarin rolls her eyes, turning to the bathroom stall reflected in the mirror.
Sarin: Why don't you come out of the stall, Cesare?
The door swings open. Bemused, Cesare emerges from his hiding place, his high fashion apparel clashing horribly with the dinginess of ACW's finest public restroom. He dusts off his black vest and regards Sarin with a look of utmost contempt; Sarin is more than happy to return the favor.
Cesare: How did you know I was in there?
Sarin: You're obsessed with cinematics. My purse fell. You wanted me to pick it up, look in the mirror, and scream. Elementary, Watson.
Both man and woman lean against opposite walls, taking great pains to avoid direct skin contact with the unwashed ceramics.
Cesare: Clever. May we dispense with the preliminary witty banter? My sister is searching for me, and reportedly her "tummy is growly."
Sarin: You need my help.
Cesare: In a word, yes. I am in over my head.
Sarin: Explain. Our phone conversation was vague, and it was hard to concentrate while watching Marissa Jaret Winokur on Dancing with the Stars.
Cesare brushes a strand of raven hair away from his eyes, brows furrowed in contemplation. Sarin sees the wheels turning in his head; he's deciding how much he wants to reveal.
Cesare: Five years ago, my sister...fell...in Prague.
Sarin: By your reticence, it's obvious she did not just fall.
Cesare: There was an incident. It's immaterial to the subject at hand.
Sarin: Which is?
Cesare: My sister lost her sanity. Doctors cannot pinpoint a direct cause. It's as if her brain is crumbling to a mysterious degenerative disease.
Sarin: I'm not a surgeon, Cesare.
Cesare: Please, let me finish. My father is the Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano. He wields great power in the Vatican, and has the ear of the Pope. For a Damiano, 'great' power is never enough. He desires...
Sarin: ...immortality.
Cesare: Yes. He commissioned a regiment of Vatican scholars, including myself, to investigate the Forticius Sevantion, an archaic ritual which grants the participants godlike strength and immortality.
Sarin: And you agreed to partake in this ritual?
Cesare: Yes. According to my father's research, phase two of the ritual would cleanse its participants, blessing them with mental clarity. Lucrezia would, in theory, be cured.
Sarin: Judging by her persistant crazy, I take it the ritual did not go as you planned?
Cesare: Correct. Lucrezia drank of Alex Richmond's blood, but she is as batty as ever. I never intended for Lucrezia to finish the ritual. She deserves a natural death.
Sarin: This is all very interesting, but I still don't see how I fit in here.
Cesare: You are the last compoment to the ritual. Lucrezia, my father, and myself must feast on your blood. And you must die.
He shifts his weight to the side, narrowly avoiding a boot to the face. Keeping her leg straight, Sarin smashes Cesare's profile into the wall, lodging him between her foot and ceramic. He grunts in pain, though is unable to do much else.
Sarin: You. Are. So. Dead.
Cesare: Listen! My father and Lucrezia will kill you to complete Forticius Sevantion. I need you for something else.
She notices the panic building in his squeaky falsetto. Not taking any chances, Sarin firms up her leg, spitting out her next word.
Sarin. What.
Cesare: If taken involuntarily, the blood of the Lamb will grant Satanic immortality. However, a few drops voluntarily shed will erase prior blood consumption and halt the completion of the ritual!
Sarin: Why? Why should I trust you? Why would you want to stop the ritual?
Cesare: I'm just a nineteen-year-old kid with a dream to study fashion design in New York. And I love my sister.
Sarin relinquishes her hold on Cesare. He collaps to the floor, grasping his neck in pain. Sarin towers over him, covering him in her shadow.
Sarin: It's easy for me to recognize love. And I know you love your sister.
Cesare: So you'll help us?
She sighs, shaking her head in exasperation and addressing no one in particular.
Sarin: Alicia, you just had to retire and leave me with all the fun.
With a rare smile, Sarin takes hold of Cesare's hand and hoists him up to his feet. Cesare makes to slip away, but Sarin keeps a firm hold on his hand and bores into him with a piercing stare.
Sarin: If this is a trick, your safety is forfeit. You don't want to find out what I can do with my little finger.
For the first time in several years, Cesare feels genuine fear as Sarin wags her left pinky before his crossed eyes.
Cesare: You can trust me. I have an honest face.
Sarin scoffs, turning on her heel and makes for the exit, scooping up her purse along the way. With any luck, she'll never set foot in this bathroom again.
Sarin: Good evening, Cesare.
Cesare: Good evening, Ms. Rossi. I will contact you with further plans.
The heavy door slams shut. Cesare's thumbs blaze through his phone's keypad, composing a text message.
"It's done. We have her."
With a lingering smirk, he hits the SEND button.
In a dark Vatican conclave, Cardinal Damiano's phone buzzes with the triumphant vibration of the Angel Gabriel's trumpet.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:44:33 GMT -5
Finally: Let The Truth be Told Credit: Jay Zero The Following Was Pre-Taped to This Broadcast The scene opens up to a black screen that begins to fade into a more colorful shot. Charlotte King and Jay Zero are both seen sitting in large chairs in front of a dark grey background. [/center] CHARLOTTE KING Hey guys, Charlotte King here! Zero: And I’m Jay Zero! [/color] CHARLOTTE KING As many of you know, about a week or so ago we held a pay-per-view event called Genocide. Well, one of the matches that took place was an open challenge. That means anybody could accept it and it would be a sanctioned match. Zero: The match we’re talking about is of course the Step into the LIMELIGHT Open Challenge. Nicholas Savich in the corner of his goon Limelight verses any unlucky guy to step past the curtain to the stage. [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Well instead of it being an unlucky guy – somebody tried being smart and forced me to be the unlucky lady to step past the curtain… Zero: If this still isn’t painting a picture for you, let me explain it a little bit more. Right before this match was scheduled to happen, Charlotte here tried to inform and – and um, educate! If you will! She tried to educate the fans of ACW about just exactly who it is in the ring that they are booing. Of course, we’re talking about this man – [/color] Nicholas Savich in the ring, displeased to see Pablo Lopez. [/u][/size][/center] Zero: -- Nicholas Savich. [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Yup. But before I could even begin our camera was suddenly “cut from the air.” Now, I could completely wrong here, but these are just a few ideas of what may have happened! It could have been just some random glitch in the system. Could have been somebody in the production truck that cut the camera. Or maybe it was the several times it was thrown into the ground and then stomped by Limelight. Charlotte rolls her eyes. [/center] CHARLOTTE KING And after that, they lifted me up and kidnapped me out to the ring to try and force me to wrestle him. Now obviously, I have no training to be a wrestler! Plus the fact that the man is three hundred and twenty two pounds – there’s no doubt in my mind that I would have been nearly crushed. Zero: After that – it’s history. Pablo Lopez comes to make the save but gets an ass-whupping for his troubles, and then I returned, winning the contest by count out. But whatever, that’s beside the point. Back to the real matters here. What all of you have probably wondered at one point is quite simple. “What does he have to hide?” I mean, he clearly went out of his way to make sure nobody heard what Charlotte was going to say. [/color] CHARLOTTE KING And for those of you still wondering that question, then wait no longer! Zero: Set up your tivo, DVR, video tapes, dvds, blue rays, whatever the hell you want! Call a friend, invite the family, gather around and listen up because right here and right now, Charlotte King and I are going to give you guys the backstory on what we both know about Nicholas Savich and Limelight! Charlotte you did all the hard work—take it away. [/color] Jay smiles at Charlotte and re-adjusts himself in his chair. Charlotte takes a deep breath and gets ready. [/center] CHARLOTTE KING Alright! Hm. Well then. Not sure where to start! Hehe. Okay, it was about 9 years ago where Nicholas was more recognized by Mr. Savich at East Portland Junior Senior High. He was a marketing professor who had worked at the school for many years and was well respected by most. Like many teachers though, he seemed to have a bit of a temper at times when people didn’t listen to him or did bad jobs on things. In summary, he could be a hard ass. Zero: Yup – and one day the veteran teacher finally snapped at the simple response of “No.” [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Wait a minute Jay – if I recall correctly from my research, you were one of Mr. Savich’s students, correct? Zero: That’s right Charlotte! [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Well by any chance do you remember who it was that finally tweaked the last faulty wire on Nick? Zero: Oh I remember! Like it was yesterday! He was a handsome young man who happened to be kind of sarcastic and witty in his responses! I believe he went by the name of – oh, what was it? I just had it on the top of my head, - OH! That’s right! His name was Jay Zero! [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Oh yeah, I heard of him before! Charlotte and Jay look at each other and smile. Jay slightly laughs it of and turns back towards the camera. [/center] Zero: We were in class one day and I was already not in a good mood. Earlier in the day, some guys on the football team thought it’d be funny to like – tape me to a chair and then shave my head and leave me with a Mohawk. Yeah haha, all fun and games – until I was put into a locker and left in there for two periods before a janitor heard me banging against the door. [/color] Charlotte looks at Jay, shocked. She starts to laugh and Jay notices. [/center] Zero: That’s not funny Charlotte! I couldn’t breath! [/color] Charlotte tries to hush up, but no matter how hard she tries to conceal a smile, it’s still very noticeable. [/center] Zero: Right … Well. So I was already pretty pissed and then I had to go to “Marketing Class!” The elective I was forced to take! Yeah, whoopee-freakin’-do, right? Well the class was already easy enough for me. I nearly had a one-hundred average the entire semester. We were being lectured about some bullshit because two kids were caught handing in plagiarized work from the year before and Savich tried forcing the same exact lesson down our throats again. He slipped up and basically contradicted himself on something and I called him on it, trying to correct him.
Obviously, this didn’t go over well since he was already pretty heated. He started going off on how disrespectful it is to interrupt people and try to show all of their flaws. Yeah, whatever, I really couldn’t give a shit. I mumbled something under my breath and he heard and just started screaming, telling me to get out and go to the office. Well, I didn’t happen to like the tone that he was taking with me so I told him no! [/color] CHARLOTTE KING And I take it he just quietly accepted that and went back to his desk to continue his work? She’s obviously kidding around. [/center] Zero: Well believe it or not Charlotte, no he did not! Instead, he grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and threw me against a wall and started screaming about how I was a disrespectful punk. Nearly everyone in the room was scared shitless and I was just wondering how far he would go. I pushed him back, trying to get him off of me and he ended up slapping me straight across the face and then started kicking me a bit.
Some of the bigger jocks got up and pulled him back and started to check on me. You know how Savich gets those veins popping out in his neck? Well, I think that day was the start of them. He grabbed him computer off his desk and threw it across the room, smashing it. He threw something else too, not sure what it was.[/color] CHARLOTTE KING After that he was arrested, correct? Zero: Yeah. My family pressed charges against him too and he ended up losing his license to teach and a shit load of money. Of course he was fired from the school.[/color] CHARLOTTE KING And from what I gathered, he never went to jail? Just a probation period? Zero: Yeah he was left off the hook a bit on that part. But I couldn’t help but think that I ruined that mans life. I mean, he had no job, no money, no love after that! But then I thought, “wait a second, he’s a 43 year old man that just beat a 16 year old because he told him no!” That man ruined his own life. [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Alright, now I had no information about this, but I was just wondering. When Limelight and Nicholas first showed up here in ACW, he kept mentioning something about how you ruined him in Portland Pro Wrestling. Care to expand a bit? Jay is silent for a moment. He then nods his head. [/center] Zero: Sure. Well, a few years had passed and I had started college as well as training to becoming a professional wrestler. The only local place I ever even knew of was of course PPW so I was honored the day when a representative came up to me at the gym I was training at and asked me to become one of their new talents. Little did I know at the time that Nicholas Savich was hired as a marketing agent for the company, but he was on the verge of being fired. He knew this himself so he tried to seek out another role – instead of working behind the scenes, why not work in the middle of all the action?
He wanted to be a manager. Now when I debuted in PPW, I came in big. I had an entourage following me around because I was being built up as the glamorous rock star you all know me to be these days! He needed a job and he saw me backstage. He knew I was a rookie there and tried to take advantage of that. One day I was pulled into a room, pretty much cornered by Nick and he just simply demanded that he be my manager.
He kept saying how I wasn’t going to go anywhere without a good representative and that I owed him everything for ruining him. I knew what my choice was but he couldn’t accept it and he kept telling me that I’d be a failure. Three weeks later I won the Congress Street Capital Title, which is pretty much the equivalent of the International title here. About 4 months later I got my first shot at the PPW Heavyweight title against “Big Al” Johnston. I won and from there the rest is history. I got signed by ACW last year and I’ve been here ever since. I never needed Savich at all because I did it all on my own. The reality was that he needed me to get back on track. [/color] CHARLOTTE KING --And then came along Limelight. What do you remember about him? Zero: To be honest with you Charlotte, I don’t have a clue. It’s like he just showed up out of nowhere one day and just started wrecking people. But Nick used him to get back on top, so that’s why he’s here now. He wants to shove it back in my face and I’m pretty sure he isn’t going to stop until he can sign me to a contract and make me one of his clients.[/color] CHARLOTTE KING So at Bloody Valentine, that’s what he was trying to get you to sign? Zero: I can only assume Charlotte but Nick if you’re watching, which I know you are just take note. I’m ready for whatever you got planned next. I’m ready to take you on and I’m ready to bring you down! I’m not sure EXACTLY what you want but I do have a good idea and I’m right, then let me tell you this! Never—EVER will you make me sign some contract with you! You can’t win Nicky! You may have Limelight on your side, but I will always have God on mine! [/color] Charlotte smiles and turns towards Jay. [/center] CHARLOTTE KING Alright well thank you for your time Jay! Zero: Oh no problem. I’ve been waiting for the day to gather up some courage to do this. I really just don’t care anymore! [/color] CHARLOTTE KING Well ACW, that should have answered your questions! Nicholas Savich wants to ruin anybody that comes in his way because one, he can’t accept anybody saying no to him because of one day that seemed to have ruined his life! And two – because he’s afraid that if he lets somebody go without punishment, that they’ll be the next to bring him down again! I’m Charlotte King, have a wonderful evening! Charlotte smiles as the shot begins to fade out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:44:51 GMT -5
========= Cut to Warfare: Live! ========= We cut back to a live shot to find Limelight and Nicholas Savich both staring at a monitor out in the hallway of the ACW Arena. Limelight doesn’t react at all, but instead just looks at Nicholas. His face has not been shown yet – but we can only assume that it’s not going to look pretty. [/center] Nicholas Savich[/color]: Lime … I guarantee that you and I are going to be the death of that man. Nicholas turns around and the camera shows his face beat red and the vein popping out of his neck. He’s trying to keep a cool temper, but it’s obvious that he’s about to blow. [/center] Nicholas Savich: THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE CONTRACT ANYMORE! THIS IS PERSONAL! THIS IS OUR REVENGE! Irate, Nicholas pushes past Limelight and storms off the scene. Limelight turns around and looks down the corridor as his manager storms off. Slowly but surely, Limelight begins to form a smile that looks rather eerie. Have Jay Zero and Charlotte King opened up the flood gates and sealed their own fate?
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:45:37 GMT -5
Segment: "A Proposal" Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia
[The last few days have been an absolute disaster. Attacked, drugged and driven from the Island, he has retreated back to the only place that provides him with a sense of security - the now inappropriately named Thunder Mountain. Alone he sits in his den, watching the sun set below the horizon trying to think of a series of events that have been more devastating in his life. He comes up with none.]
Anna Sommers: Please don’t obsess over this, Aiden.
[Her words precede her entrance into the room. For minutes she has stood silently watching his troubled self staring off into space and she has had enough.]
Anna: You’re no fun when you're moody. Cheer up!
[Creeping behind him, she runs her fingers through his hair and places a kiss on his cheek. A smile spreads across his face. No matter how down he gets or troubled he feels, this woman has the most uncanny ability to raise his spirts, among other things. Reaching behind him, Aiden grabs her arm and flips her over where she falls into his lap. Like a kitten she rests on him, snuggling into his body and giggling at the ride she has just taken.]
Aiden: You know I hate it when you’re right.[/b]
[They kiss. His arms venture down the curves on her body, stopping when they reach her hips. As his hand slides inward, she reaches down and stops him from going any further.]
Anna: Now get up. Go do something to take your mind off crazy stalkers.
Aiden: I thought I was...[/b]
[He gives her a coy look and she returns the favor. Pulling herself up onto her feet she kisses him on his forehead and responds -]
Anna: Later.
[He watches her glide out of the room like ballroom dancer. She carries such a grace about her, its something he had never seen from a person until the day he met her. In fact, there are many things about her that are unique, she is truly one of a kind.]
Aiden: One of a kind.[/b]
[She asked him to do something to take his mind off his worries and he now believes he has found just the thing. His hands travel their way up his chest to his shirt pocket where her engagement ring resides. Now ready, he takes a deep breath and rises to his feet. Nervous beyond all belief, he travels to her bedroom where he finds her doing the one thing that takes precedence over himself, and that’s trying on some new clothes.]
Aiden: Come outside for a moment, there is something I want to show you.[/b]
[He walks Anna out past the pool and the courtyard, all the way to the cliff that overlooks the tranquil valley below. They have spent many a moments here, displaying their affection for one another. He racked his mind for hours trying to come up with the perfect spot to pop the question and was quite upset with himself when he realized the answer was literally in his own backyard.]
Anna: Why did you bring me all the way out here, Aiden? It’s cold; I want to go back inside.
[He doesn’t answer her, he can only smile. Taking her hand in his, he squeezes it tightly and takes a knee.]
Aiden: Will you marry me?[/b]
[She looks at him, her eyes swelling up with tears. She tries to resist saying her answer but deep down she knows she needs to stay true to herself.]
Anna: I-I can’t. I love you, but I can’t...
[She turns and runs from him, retreating back into the house for a moment of solitude. Back on the cliff, he stands absolutely stunned, his heart feeling as if it has been ripped from his chest. For a moment he feels as if he wants to plunge himself over the side of it, but thankfully thinks better of it. For the next few hours he just sit there alone, staring up into the sea stars of stars above him, clutching the ring box tightly. He may not have her hand in marriage, but he still has her.
And thanks God for that.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:47:17 GMT -5
Segment: "Reunion" (Credit: Rattlesnake/??)
The scene opens to a hospital room. The sun is shining into the room. Rattlesnake lies in the bed, bandaged at the waist and wearing a neck brace. He's still in pain after the assaults that took place over the past week. He tries to turn his head slightly, but winces as the shock of pain surges through his neck.
Genocide and Meltdown both weigh heavily on his mind. Being attacked so easily. It was so frustrating for him. There was once a time when he could tell when those things were going to happen. His "snakey" senses were dwindling exponentially.
Rattlesnake: I can't believe this. I just can't believe it. How could this happen? How?
It was one thing to attack someone face to face, which is what he tried on Meltdown...and failed. It's another thing to attack someone from behind, which happened at Genocide. Just then, Rattlesnake hears a familiar voice.
??: You were careless.
Rattlesnake: The hell I did. And who are you to say something like that? Better yet, who the hell are you?
??: An old acquaintance.
Rattlesnake's eyes widen. Despite the pain it causes, he winces as he slowly turns his head and sees none other than Sarin standing in the doorway with a small package in her hands. She walks in and stands right next to Rattlesnake's bed.
Sarin: Surprise.
Rattlesnake couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Sarin in a while. She truly was a sight for sore eyes. He smiles and tries to move, but the pain puts an end to that quickly.
Rattlesnake: AGH!
Sarin: Don't strain yourself.
Sarin gives Rattlesnake's hand a squeeze and smiles down on him.
Sarin: I brought you something.
Rattlesnake: You shouldn't have done that.
Sarin: Hush.
Sarin hands the package to Rattlesnake. He smiles again at the sentiment Sarin had. He slowly opens the package, wincing slightly at each painful movement. He pulls a cowboy hat out...the same one Sarin gave to him months ago.
Sarin: A memento of past times. I thought it would cheer you up.
Rattlesnake: I appreciate it.
Sarin: I'm glad you still like it!
She leans forward and plants a swift kiss on his cheek. Rattlesnake interlocks his fingers with Sarin's, pulling her onto the hospital bed with him.
Rattlesnake: So why are you here?
Sarin: I came to see you, moron.
Rattlesnake: Oh.
Sarin notes the reticence in his voice and frowns.
Sarin: You don't want me here?
Rattlesnake: Oh no. That's not it. I do. It's just that I've got a lot on my mind.
Sarin: I'd imagine it's hard to concentrate after getting the proverbial shit kicked out of you. You know, you're more fragile than you think.
Rattlesnake: I'm not fragile.
Sarin giggles, prodding his sore chest.
Sarin: Do you deny that you're confined to a hospital bed?
Rattlesnake: Please don't start with that.
Sarin: Hmph. I just don't want to see you in pieces like this.
Rattlesnake: I know. I'm trying my best.
Sarin: Try harder next time.
Rattlesnake: Alright.
Sarin: Good! And now for something else...
Rattlesnake: What's that?
The scene fades out as Sarin and Rattlesnake immerse themselves in a deep discussion.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:47:52 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Thunder Train (Pre-Match Credit/Match Credit: BK London/Flamingo)
As the scene opens up, we're back from our last commercial break and it's time for the main event. Without wasting any more time, BK London's music hits and the crowd goes into a frenzy.
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 4 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage.
Phillip: This match is the first match in the Fallen Heroes Competition, making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 243lbs, from Brooklyn, New York - BK London!
He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and now begins to stretch in the ring - awaiting his opponent, but he is a bit surprised when he hears a much different entrance music.
"In Heaven" by the Pixies blasts through the PA System and the huge positive reaction turns sour with the presence of both Adrian and Mickey Flamingo. The pair walk down to the ring in casual attire as they stare at BK London, smiling, remembering what went down when they met at Genocide. Mickey almost gets into a confrontation with a wild fan ringisde until Adrian restrains his uncle and points him over ringside where the announcers sit. The pair walk over to the announce table and walk right past McNally and Edison to some sort of object under a sheet. Adrian glances over at Edison and McNally once more before ripping off the sheet to reveal their own announce table, a purple and pink - complete with boas - announce table. Edison and McNally attempt to speak, but they realize their mics have been cut off and both Flamingos make themselves comfy ringside.
Adrian Flamingo: About time we get a competent announce team around here, don't you think Mickey?
Mickey Flamingo: Yew got it Addie! That London kid keeps starin' at us, want me to give him a piece of my mind?
Adrian Flamingo: No Mickey, we came out here to do a job - and that's exactly what we're going to do.
"Ginger's Theme" sounds throughout the arena to the surprise of just about everyone, and a mixed reaction is given to the Chairman who walks out onto the stage with a mic in hand. He stands at the top of the ramp with his hand in his pocket and smiles.
Gingerdude: Now, most of you are wondering what could be the first type of match in this Fallen Heroes Competition. And I know BK London is especially anxious to get it on in his match this evening, so I won't delay this announcement any long. BK London, tonight, you will go one on one with Thunder Train but it will be in what I call the "No-Finishers Competition". In this match BK London, you CANNOT use any of your finishers in this match. That means the Shades of Michaels, The Revolver, The Corporate Lock, and From Brooklyn to London CANNOT be used at any point in this match. If you do manage to use it - you will be disqualified on the spot.
This match decision isn't too happy with neither BK London or the fans in the audience, but Adrian Flamingo is certainly getting a kick out of this while sitting behind his announcer's desk.
Gingerdude: Adrian, you will go up against a hand picked opponent this Thursday in the same match, until then - I suggest you pay attention to what's going on in the ring. Now bring out Thunder Train.
"Ice Train" comes to life and the 360 pounder makes his way through the curtain onto the stage and walks past Chairman Gingerdude. He makes a b-line for the ring and wastes no time entering, knowing that tonight is a big opportunity to make a name for himself in ACW. If he can knock off BK London, he could very well be on his way to a ACW Heavyweight Championship shot. And with BK London "crippled" by this stipulation set in place, he's given the advtantage in this match.
Adrian Flamingo: Ladies and gentlemen, as you heard earlier from the Gilligan's sloppy seconds, Ginger, tonight's "competition" for BK is a no-finisher match. BK can't use that superkick he's so proud of or any of the other moves he relies on to finish up a match. Adding to that little problem is his opponent tonight, Thunder Train. Any predictions, Mickey?
Mickey Flamingo: Well, I once knew a big ol' boy about the size of Thunda Train. His name wuz Jimbo Wallace and he wuz a blocker on the '77 Bluefield High football team. I always heard he had a penis the size of a coke can...
Adrian Flamingo: Well, I fall to see the relevance in that Mickey, but I'll pretend you said Thunder Train.
The bell rings.
As the bell sounds for the match to begin, BK London still doesn't quite have a game plan down for the stipulations added to this match up. Just hearing that he is unable to use any of his finishers to finish off this huge behemoth certainly throws a major part of his in-ring strategy out the window - but he plans to adapt. Thunder Train attempts to make the first move of the match and quickly looks to take BK London's head off with a clothesline, but BK manages to duck under the huge arm of the near seven footer and begins to deliver some hefty forearms to his jaw. Train however doesn't even fall from his feet, and he simply pushes BK London away from him to create some distance. BK London gets up once more and now attempts to take down Train in a Lou Thesz press, but Train catches him in mid-air. He looks toward the corner and rams him back first into the turnbuckle, nearly breaking the former ACW Champion in half.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, basic wrestling 101, fans. If you're wrestling a much larger opponent, avoid doing everything BK London just did.
Mickey Flamingo: That's killer spelled backwerds, Addie!
Adrian Flamingo: ...
BK sinks down on the lower turnbuckle, but Train picks him right up and nearly sends BK's head flying off his shoulders with a huge elbow shot. The angered Thunder Train whips BK London across the ring at high speed, sending him into the opposing turnbuckle. BK ricochets off the turnbuckles and walks towards the center of the ring, where he is met with a huge running bicycle kick from Thunder Train - a move we haven't seen him use in his repetoire. It manages to knock BK down for the count and Thunder Train covers him, hoping to pick up the early win.
ONE . . TWO-KICK OUT!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:48:44 GMT -5
Adrian Flamingo: BK London picks up a 2 count following a sloppy bicycle kick. You know, with Train's size advantage, BK London should really avoid a striking game along, but that speaks volume's of the man's intelligence.
Mickey Flamingo: He got 'em rite in the FACE, Addie! You've GOTTA be kidding me!
Adrian Flamingo: I'd say more like the lower jaw region, but you started drinking early tonight, so I'll let it go.
RAF only counts a two before BK's shoulder shoots up off the canvas. A bit frustrated, he picks up BK London and rests him on the ropes before delivering a huge open hand chop across the former World Champion's chest. BK's knees buckle from under him, but Train picks BK up and whips him across the ring. He looks to score with another clothesline, but BK manages to duck under the attempt and rebounds off the ropes with a huge forearm to the jaw.
Adrian Flamingo: ONCE again, BK London showing the ring saavy of a FallOut wrestler as he tries to knock the big man down with a springboard forearm.
Mickey Flamingo: To be honest, Addie, he wuz pretty smart to add the springboard to it.
Adrian Flamingo: I liked you better when you were quoting Don West.
The forearm nearly knocks Train from off his vertical base, but not quite yet. BK bounces off the ropes one more time and this time looks for a clothesline, but it's still not enough to get the big son bitch down. BK bounces off the ropes for a third time, but the smart Thunder Train grabs BK and manuevers him on his shoulder. From the look in his eyes, he looks to be attempting a powerslam, a move which could very well finish off BK London and award Train his biggest win in ACW thus far. He runs forward, but BK slips off his shoulders and backs up behind him. Train turns around and BK looks to go for his Shades of Michaels instinctively, but remembers the stipulation of the match. He quickly ditches that effort, but it's enough time for Train to pick up BK and plant him in the mat with a spinebuster that shakes the very foundations of the ring. He follows up with a cover.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT
Adrian Flamingo: Big powerslam out of the world champion's running mate, sexual chocolate.
Mickey Flamingo: I'll say, that ref may wanna check the ring for dents now!
Adrian Flamingo: More importantly, it was caused by BK considering his superkick. Ladies and gentlemen, the stipulation rears it's ugly head!
BK London manages to get his shoulder up before three once again and this angers the huge Entourage member. Thunder Train mounts over BK London and starts pummeling away at him with huge fists to the jaw, which prompts BK London to block himself. RAF intiates the five count, but once he sees the rather aggressive Thunder Train not looking like he's going to break the punches, he takes matters into his own hands. He pulls the burly wrestler off of BK London and Thunder Train stares at RAF for a few moments before shoving him in his chest. Rather than disqualifying him, RAF comes back with a huge shove of his own that sends Train stumbling back a few inches.
Adrian Flamingo: That's it, someone test that ref for athletic enhancers! A world champion can barely knocks a layer of dust off of Thunder Train, but the ref makes the man stagger?
Mickey Flamingo: Ya know, that guy does seem to be purty aggressive... I'll send Kevin to get a sample of his piss.
Before Train can fire back with a huge right hand to the jaw, BK grabs Train from behind and rolls him up in a school boy.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT
Mickey Flamingo: Now hold on a gawd damn second here, BK London should be DQed!
Adrian Flamingo: You may be on to something, Mickey, that schoolboy looked dangerously close to a low blow from here. Also the ref had no business putting his hands on Thunder Train in that matter.
It's nearly a three but Thunder Train manages to power out of the manuever. Both men rise up simultaneously but Train is the first to score with an offensive manuever, hitting BK with a kick that nearly takes all the wind out of him. He whips BK London into the corner once again before going for a charging body avalanche, but BK is prepared for the big man. A huge dropkick to knee of Train sends his 33-pound head flying into the middle turnbuckle. He sinks down into the corner and BK bounces off the opposing ropes and quickly scores with The Mouth Wash (Face Wash). BK bounces off the ropes once more and scores with another Mouth Wash. He bounces off the ropes a third and final time and hits a Mouth Wash even more vicious than the previous two. Train's eyes appears to roll to the back of his head after three monstrous face washes, and now BK pulls the heavy hitter to the center of the ring. He manages to lay over him, hooking the leg and RAF slides over to count the pin.
ONE . . TWO . . . THRE-KICK OUT
And kicks out with authority at that.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Mar 31, 2008 16:51:18 GMT -5
Adrian Flamingo: And Thunder Train kicks out after 3 shitty Face Wash knock-offs! Let that be a lesson for all of you aspiring wrestlers out there, the second you rename a move it loses have of its effectiveness.
Mickey Flamingo: Now that's science rite there.
BK London is absolutely shocked that Thunder Train not only kicked out of one mouth wash, not two, but three of them. You can see the look on BK's face that his mind is scrambling to find another plan to beat him that doesn't include his finisher. Slowly Train rises up from the mat and BK bounces off the ropes and connects with the Yakuza Kick from Hell to the side of his head. Train drops through the ropes to the outside and he looks to be absolutely out of it. RAF now begins to count for the count out.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE . . FOUR . . FIVE
And with that, Mickey Flamingo races from his announcer's position to climb up on the apron - getting the attention of RAF, who now stops his count. BK London turns his attention to Mickey Flamingo as well while Adrian now races from his announcer's position and throws the behemoth back into the ring before returning to the announcer's desk. Mickey eventually drops off the apron and slowly walks over to the announcer's desk and RAF looks to resume the count but sees Train stumbling back in the ring. This comes to a surprise to RAF and BK London, and now see Adrian Flamingo smiling on the outside.
Adrian Flamingo: Did you see that, ladies and gentlemen? Like his namesake, Thunder Train thought he could, he thought he could, he thought he could, and he did successfully roll back into the ring before being counted out! Absolutely inspirational! Hey Mickey, what were you talking to the ref about?
Mickey Flamingo: I wuzn't talking to him about anything, I was checking for track marks.
But before he can even react, Train levels the former ACW Champion with a huge lariat.
Adrian Flamingo: Hold on, I've always wanted to do this, LARIATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Mickey Flamingo: Lariat? That's a gawd damn clothesline, boy.
Train picks up BK London and now looks to finish this match off, setting him up for the Suplex Powerslam. BK is raised in the air, but manages to slip behind the big man once again. BK spins Train around and now hoists him up on his shoulders. An amazing feat and impressive show of strength on BK's behalf, managing to get Thunder Train up on his shoulders but he isn't able to hold him up for long. Finally BK's knees buckle from under him and he drops face first on the mat with Thunder Train crushing his head. Thunder Train rolls off BK London, who is now laid out in the center of the ring and he slowly sees his opportunity to finish this thing off.
Mickey Flamingo: Uh oh, there goes BK's trick knee! He can thank the Flamingotron 2600 for that!
Adrian Flamingo: The what?
Mickey Flamingo: Well, all the other guys named their weapons, I didn't wanna be left out!
Adrian Flamingo: Well, regardless of that, by the looks of things I could have an early lead in this little competition of our's. Finish him off, sexual chocolate!
Thunder Train goes out onto the apron and slowly heads up to the top rope, and slowly BK London manages to come to. Train manages to get himself up on the top turnbuckle, and he's perched and ready to strike. But before he can even jump off BK races towards the corner and runs up the turnbuckle. In one swift motion, BK hooks the arm of Thunder Train and comes off the top rope with a very impressive London-Plex Omega. The move shakes the foundations of the ring, and even pops the very ropes they were standing on out. Both men lay motionless in the center of the ring and slowly BK edges towards Thunder Train, and he throws his arm over the chest of the Entourage member as RAF counts.
Mickey Flamingo: HOLY SHEEEET! Did yew see that?!
Adrian didn't say anything as he tore off his headpiece and stomped angrily away from the announcer's table. Before heading back up the ramp, Adrian watched RAF's hand pound the mat for the count.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winner of this match, BK London!
"Hello Brooklyn" is heard throughout the arena and the crowd goes absolutely nuts for the former ACW Heavyweight Champion. He manages to muster enough strength to return to a vertical base before RAF raises BK's arm in victory. But even before he can celebrate, BK London turns his direction over to the announce table where Mickey and Adrian Flamingo sit and he can see Flamingo staring a hole right through him.
BK approaches the corner closest to the announce table area and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle before talking a bit of trash to Adrian. Adrian now steps up on the announce table and stares at BK London from outside the ring, and you can see the hate in both men's eyes. BK London has managed to survive the first match of the competition, but many wonder if Flamingo will be so lucky.
And so the show comes to an end; slowly, ACW’s biggest, most complex match of the year is approaching, and with it are coming revelations of all kinds. Old faces, and new; established rivalries, and those just beginning to heat up…
It really is going to be a long way to Fall.
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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Post by rosslambert on Mar 31, 2008 16:54:59 GMT -5
Aces show.
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Post by Lass Sarin on Mar 31, 2008 17:16:48 GMT -5
Great work people!
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