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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:06:33 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 7th April 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Jake Steele vs. The Libertines
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Mr. Red and Ryan Cooper vs. Thunder Train and Alex Richmond
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Sarin vs. Jonny Hughes
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Jay Zero vs. Andrew Starr vs. Jon Taylor vs. The Senator - FH Training Battle Royal
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Aiden Joseph vs. Fallen Souls - ACW Championship
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:07:01 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Et tu, Aiden?
[/b] Credit: Jay Zero / Danny Mainer / Andrew Starr/ Alex Richmond About to start the action, we begin to zoom into our panoramic view of the ACW arena. Spotlights sway back and forth throughout the arena and the camera does a curving motion, first pointing at the ring from an angle, and then sweeping across to aim towards the entrance way.”See you at the Show” by Nickelback launches out of the loud, booming speakers and this can only mean one thing now … The crowd stands on their feet, beginning to applause the group that has gone through quite a lot very quickly. Maxwell McNally: Well here they come Ed! Let’s see what Entourage has to say after the shocking events that occurred last Thursday! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Well I’ll tell you one thing Maxy! These guys don’t look happy! Eddie Edison is 100%, completely correct about that statement. Jay Zero is the first to walk out onto the stage, moving very slowly and calmly. Normally we would see a smirk, or atleast some confidence beaming off of this man. Tonight – we see anger. With the only remaining original leading the way, the rest begin to follow. Next comes Andrew Starr who seems very annoyed and has a snarl on his face. Danny Mainer looks disappointed and refuses to even look up. He just stares down as he walks down the entrance ramp. The last remaining superstar of course is then Alexander Richmond. Richmond looks to be confused which is the general feeling of everybody else.
The crowd is being rather welcoming to the group, because they know exactly how each of those men are feeling right now. Betrayed.
Jay Zero ascends up the steel steps and takes about three steps down the apron. He holds onto the top rope and takes a deep breath. He enters the ring just as Starr is going up the steel steps. Eventually Mainer and Richmond enter the ring as well. Jay Zero receives a microphone from one of the many crew workers standing by outside the ring. All four men in the ring seem rather quiet – at least for now. The music cuts out as Jay Zero is about to speak. [/center] Zero: ---So.
Here we are. Three men down and PISSED to no end! [/color] He pulls the microphone away, looking out into the crowd. [/center] Zero: Right now, I speak for each individual beside me in this ring. I am embarrassed. For about 10 months or so, I stuck by that one person that I thought was my true friend! For about 10 months, I’ve sacrificed some extra hard work, just for him. And for what? To be USED as a stepping stone to the World Title?! To be USED as a worthless lackey?! TO BE HUMILIATED IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE?! TEN MONTHS! –Ten months I’ve stood by his side, and last Thursday, he stabbed me right in the back! [/color] The crowd begins to boo. [/center] Zero: But oh no no no! He just didn’t stab me in the back! He stabbed every single one of us! He pushed you into the gutter Alex! He kicked you to the curb Starr! He spit straight in your face Danny! ---He betrayed ALL of YOU! [/color] As he says this, he points to each individual that he’s talking to and when he gets to his last statement, he points out into the crowd, resulting in massive amounts of jeers.
BOOOOOOOOOOOO! [/center] Maxwell McNally: Just listen to this crowd! Wow! Zero: The man I talk about is of course – the “NEW” and “IMPROVED” Aiden Joseph! [/color] “WE WANT THUNDER-KISS!” *Clap Clap ClapClapClap!*
“WE WANT THUNDER-KISS!” *Clap Clap ClapClapClap* [/center] Zero: Yeah, I know. You all want Thunderkiss, and quite frankly, so do we. As far as I’m concerned, I don’t even know who the hell Aiden Joseph is!
But what I do know is who this man USED to be! He was the one guy in ACW I could talk about almost anything with. He used to be the guy that I looked up too! He was the guy that had the idea of forming a group that showcased some of ACW’s best and brightest! And it would be called: Entourage!
We got bigger, and we sure as hell got stronger! But here today, we’re found missing. We’re missing our top gun, Thunderkiss. Along with that, we’re also missing Nick Durden and – I guess the artist formerly known as Thundertrain. Not sure what to call him anymore. Durden and the Train have left the group on good terms though. Not even did they know he was going to do what he did to us!
That leaves us four! Alex Richmond! Andrew Starr! Danny Mainer! And me, Jay Zero. [/color] Jay takes a short little break and he begins to pace back and forth across the ring. In the background, Starr looks out into the crowd and Mainer adjusts his International title around his waist. [/center] Zero: The other day, Aiden said that his move would be one that brings him to another “entourage” with more class. Now I may have taken that a bit personally, but – did he just call all of us TRASH? When I look at these guys in the ring with me, all I see is greatness! The only trash around these parts now-a-days is you Aiden! You're trash for doing what you did to us! These men in the ring? No. These men in the ring are all triumphant and successful in their own ways!
Alex Richmond! You are the Money Man, himself! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more classy man than you!
Andrew Starr! Former Three Time Light Heavyweight Champion! A former Entertainment Champion! And a former Tag Team Champion! That to me does not qualify as garbage! That qualifies as greatness!
Danny Mainer! You are the current International Champion! You’re still just getting started and trust me, you’re only going to climb up the ladder Dan!
And finally, that leaves me … One of Entourages original three. The man that beat THUNDERKISS for his Entertainment Championship Title! The man that could have broken Jake Cheng’s longest title reign as Light Heavyweight Champion if he really wanted to! The man that has officially stepped up as the new leader of Entourage! Jay Zero![/color] The crowd cheers and all the men inside the ring clap their hands too. [/center] Zero: Aiden you’ve sold us all out and you’ve left me with big shoes to fill but I’ll be damned if I let you get away with this bullshit scott free, you hear me!? [/color] Woooo! [/center] Zero: For WEEKS now, I’ve seen you change! For WEEKS now, I’ve witnessed you ignore these men in the ring because you were having your own little issues! Well you know what! We can have issues too Aiden! Ever since I was injured, did you call ONCE just to see how I was doing? Did you even say hi to me when you nearly rammed into me the other day? DID YOU EVEN LISTEN TO ME AIDEN?! NO! YOU DIDN’T! BECAUSE YOU’RE A SELFISH PIECE OF SHIT THAT ONLY THINKS OF HIMSELF!
DID YOU THINK OF WHAT YOUR MOVE WOULD DO FOR US? DID YOU THINK WHAT YOUR MOVE WOULD DO TO THESE PEOPLE THAT USED TO CHANT YOUR NAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN?! AIDEN, YOU ARE COLDHEARTED .. NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A SELL OUT IN MY EYES!
THINGS WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU, SO YOU DECIDED TO SELL YOUR SOUL AND BACKSTAB YOUR FRIENDS JUST FOR THE ATTENTION! JUST FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT! NOW EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN, ISN’T THAT RIGHT AIDEN? [/color] Jay is furious at this point, nearly shaking with anger. His breathing has become very heavy so he waits a little while to calm down and catch his breath. [/center] Zero: --- Aiden, pucker up pretty boy cause you can kiss every single one of our asses! You’ve pushed me aside for your own personal gain for the LAST time! Now, it’s time for Jay Zero to shine! Now, it’s time for Danny Mainer to make himself the best International Champion he can! Now it’s time for Alex Richmond to make the headlines! Now it’s time for Andrew Starr’s career to highlight!
---NOW! IT IS TIME FOR ENTOURAGE TO TAKE ACW BY STORM! THIS IS OUR TIME! TAKE A GOOD LOOK AIDEN! THIS IS THE GROUP THAT YOU’VE CREATED! AND THIS IS THE GROUP THAT’S GOING TO BRING YOU DOWN! -----The enemies you’ve made in the past few days are going to come back to haunt you Aiden. And I’m not the only one that feels this way. I’m not the only one who wants to ring your throat right now – I know that some of you want to say something, so you know what, this is the time to do it! [/color] Jay Zero holds out the microphone, looking for one of the three guys in the ring with him to take it. Eventually, Danny Mainer steps up and grabs the microphone. Jay nods his head and backs up, allowing him to talk. [/center] Mainer: Thunderkiss… you piece of SHIT. I’ve known you since the good ol’ days, I’ve known you since High School. We were best of friends man and we screwed the world over when we put Wayde Russler back on the shelf but NO, you sold us out Thunderkiss, I REFUSE to call you Aiden as that’s NOT who you are. What the fuck were you thinking TK? You had EVERYONE behind you and Hell we would’ve walked through FIRE for you but you decided to just throw us into the back of a compactor like that broken TV that just doesn’t work anymore? Well let me tell you TK, we’re still here and we’re stronger then ever. I can’t believe we TRUSTED you, you fucking Judas. If you think you can get away with this you’re dead wrong.
We ALWAYS had your back, TK when I was a Freshman you had my back, you taught me everything about the High-School life, HELL you got me into the Wrestling business man. You were like my mentor, like a FATHER to me and you went and threw everything away, your fan-base, your image, everything you stood for about hardcore metal and partying until 6AM and you then went and got a few hours sleep before coming out in front of the millions, you were more then just a mortal man, you were THUNDERKISS and you were more then a Wrestling, you were an AMERICAN icon. The epitome of what every American man or woman wants to be, the very thing that haunts their dreams and the very thing that keeps them awake at nght you piece of shit!
Thunderkiss, if you think for one damn second that we’re gonna’ just let this go like you accidentally dropped a plate or left the fridge door open then you can fucking forget it Teeks. I don’t care if it takes me, ANTHRAX, Mei-Feng Shinoda, the rest of Entourage and all of my Kingdom to take you down! We WILL break you if it’s the last thing that we do and I can damn well promise you baby that THAT is a King’s Oath. WE WILL BREAK YOU…
~TRAITORKISS~ [/color] As Mainer finishes, Andrew Starr steps up to grab the mic from his hands. He takes the piece and glares a hole through anyone his eyes meet. His tone is hard, his eyes piercing, and breathing steady. Andrew Starr: Thunderk--Aiden. Whatever the fuck your name is anymore, you were like a brother to me. When I returned to ACW after all my time away, Entourage welcomed me back with open arms, and you leading the way. When we got rid of Dan White, did you just kick me to the curb as if I were his added baggage? No, you treated me like a friend! And you, as this friend, stood by my side week in and week out, between the losses and the championships. I truely thought I could count you as one of the my friends.
BUT NOT ANYMORE! Teeks, you have stabbed myself, Entourage... YOUR ENTIRE FAN BASE... in the back, just for a couple more minutes in front of the fucking camera! My Entertainment Title run was supposed to be the highlight of my run in Entourage, but it wasnt... WAS IT TK! You were so caught up in making sure that everyone saw you, your title, that both myself and Danny were cast into shadow because you wouldnt give us the time of day to shine!
I returned to ACW for the competition, the rivalry, but most importantly, I return because missed the TRUST I had formed with many of the employees here. Over the last five month or so, my trust was most deeply imbeded in you! But FUCK TEEKS, you simply shredded that, tossed it aside like one of your many whores you've been with. I'm done with all this shit, and its time for me to make the changes I should have long ago. Everyone will find out what those will be, VERY SOON. Starr finishes, and steps back, looking to the other members of Entourage. Slowly, and rather hesiantly, Richmond takes his turn to say his piece as he takes the stick from Starr. He breathes in heavily, as if forming his words in his mind, before eventually bringing the mic slowly up to his lips. [/i] Richmond: Well, 'Kiss you did it again - you shocked the WORLD! Yet, somehow, what you did was true to form - you sold out everybody and everything you fought for! You may claim this "evolution" into "Aiden", or whatever you wish to call yourself, has made you a better man but really...you haven't changed at all! You're still the same scheming, conniving, son of a BITCH you always were...except now you don't have a true ally in the world! The Senatorial Stable know you for what you really are - and if you think they truly trust you, like we did, then you're in for one HELL of a surprise!
Trust me when I say this - you turned your back on your friends to linger in the spotlight that one moment longer but soon your time will be done! After that do you really believe anyone will want to know you?! You'll end up an old, forgotten, washed up HACK and...most importantly...you'll be alone! You became a traitor the minute you abandoned us...and nobody loves a traitor TK - NOBODY! You'll be dumped as soon as you're no longer useful - just like YOU dumped US!As he finishes speaking Richmond throws the mic down in disgust, he glares momentarily at the camera before turning away and walking towards his remaining stable mates. Zero pats him on the back as he quickly retrieves the mic and begins talking once more, a fire ablaze in his eyes. Zero: You see Aiden? New friends may be easy to make, but getting away from those that want you dead is much harder! May God have MERCY on your soul for whatever happens to you from now on! The new era of Entourage is now! And as its new leader, I guaran-damn-tee that I am going to do exactly what is best, for every man inside this ring! Thank you, and God bless you all. [/color] He bends down and puts the microphone on the mat. The crowd cheers as “See You at the Show” begins to play again. Jay looks back up into the crowd and then lines up in the middle of the other men. With Alex to his right and Mainer and Starr to his left, they all join hands and raise them, not only as a team – but as genuine friends.
The scene fades out. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:10:19 GMT -5
Segment “Road Rage” Credit: Black & White / T-Train / ~Aj [It has been almost four days since one of the greatest events in ACW history transpired. The perpetrator of this event, Aiden Joseph, is now in route back to the scene of the crime after being picked up from the airport. By his side is his trusty bodyguard, Thunder Train, and together they begin to discuss tonight’s most critical security measures. Though they have had a few days to settle down, the natives of the Island are still indeed very restless and danger lurks behind every corner and within every shadow ... ] Thunder Train: You know boss, you could have at least told me. I mean who would I have told? I never talk to anyone.Aiden Joseph: If I hear that one more time this week, my head will simply rupture itself. [/b] [Seeing his boss’ aversion to his suggestion, The Train quiets himself.] Aiden: What’s done, is done. The only regret that still blazes asunder within me is the wish I had done this oh so long ago ...[/b] Train: You talk funny. Aiden *whispering*: Imbecile.[/b] [Looking outside the window, Aiden gazes upon the serine island scenery. The stunning visuals provide for much eye candy, but more importantly, he realizes that he has never gazed upon these images before. Having taken this trip to the arena numerous times, he finds this most perplexing. Curious, he rolls down the partition window that separates the driver from his passenger.] Aiden: Driver, are we going the proper way? [/b] [The drivers response is as sullen as his driving. In a most nervous tone he responds - ] Driver: Yes sir. Please forgive me for not taking the most direct path. I’m new to both this job and this area and I haven’t quite learned the route as of yet. We will arrive momentarily. [His index finger guides the glass structure vertical. The moment it’s airtight, Aiden looks over at his enforcer and states his disenchantment.] Aiden: As soon as we arrive to the arena I will have this man fired. I do not appreciate to be labored with such incompetence. [/b] Train: Jeez, can’t you cut the guy a break? He did say he was new?Aiden: *Sigh* That is the problem in life James, there is no accountability anymore. Being unseasoned to one’s position is no excuse. How difficult can a simple task like driving be? [/b] [At that precise moment the limousine jerks abruptly to the left. As a result, Aiden slams up against the side of the window. The Champion of Worlds now seethes with an anger that’s extremely hard to parallel and he forces the partition window to take another trip downwards.] Aiden: Driver, I INSIST that you pull over. I want your supervisor on the phone and a replacement for you IMMEDIATELY. [/b] [Last time he was greeted with silence and uncertainly. This time he is greeted by maniacal laughter, the shrill nature of which makes his skin crawl. There is only one man who has this ability and his name is - ] Black & White: I will as soon as I find a nice private spot for you and I to pleasure ourselves, my prince! Aiden: My God! JAMES, GET HIM! [/b] [Leaping out of his seat, Thunder Train launches himself towards the notch and grabs Black and White around the neck before he can seal it back up. In his obsession to unmask his foe, Aiden makes a critical error in judgement. If Train captures the elusive Black & White, then who is driving the limousine?!] Black & White: You fool! Aiden: Wait, James ... LET GO! [/b] [Too late. The limousine begins to swerve uncontrollably on the road. Black and White applies the break peddle as rigorously as he can but this action is done in vain. Within a blink of an eye each man is soon airborn and the car begins to roll its way towards an inevitable impact with a concrete barrier.] ...5 Minutes Later... Train: Ohhh, my head. [The Train clutches his throbbing cranium and examines his body to make sure all appendages are still attached. He checks out ok, but what of his employer?] Train: Boss? BOSS?! Aiden: Here, James. [/b] [The voice of Aiden calls out behind him. The Train immediately takes his side and helps him into a sitting position. There, Aiden dusts off himself and also gives himself the once over.] Train: Are you okay?!Aiden: Surprisingly, yes. Can the same be said for that thing?[/b] [Together they jettison themselves from the wreckage and venture towards the drivers cab. The Train motions for Aiden to stand back before grabbing the door and extracting it off its’ hinges. The moment Train gets a clear view of the front seat he displays a look of astonishment. However, it is not due to what he’s sees, but rather what he doesn’t.] Train: Nothing there boss. He got away.Aiden: Fuck. [/b] [As the sirens of the rescue squad echo in the distance, Aiden bows his head in despondency. It may be horrible to have aspirations for a man’s death, but when your own well being hangs in the balance this line of thought is arguably justified. Unfortunately for Mr. Joseph, Black and White lives and the game will continue.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:11:18 GMT -5
Lookin’ For That Special Something… (Credit: Steele)
The scene fades in as we see Jake Steele walking down the halls of ACW, he seems different in a way, as he wears cargo pants, a black ACW tank top, and a pair of black and white adidas. He walks down the hall with his head down and his eyes covered by shades, with a new confidence about him. Steele continues to stroll along, passing various pictures of ACW Legends, until he walks past a new prospect…
Steele: Excuse me miss, but I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. My name I-..
Woman: I know… who you are. Mr. Jake Steele, young mysterious man who is trying to make a name for himself in ACW, right?
Steele: Ah, I see you’ve done your history, congrats… You have been introduced to “S.E.X” Jake Steele.
Woman: S… E… X?
Steele: Satisfying… Entertaining… Xperience… You see, I’m everything you’ve ever wanted in a man, and I can make all of your wildest dreams come true. You give me the time, and your pleasure will be mine.
Woman: Hmph… I’m not impressed. You gotta win real matches in the ring, before you can wipe me off my feet.
The woman waves her hand in the air, and Steele looks shocked by the blatant rejection… He quickly forgets it, and turns to the camera in front of him, beginning to speak his mind…
S.E.X: You know… they say it takes one man to make a revolution… Well, I say it takes one man… to be THAT man. Don’t let the new threads and new attitude fool ya’ because I am… THE one, and only to bring a revolution to the ACW. Now, you all in the world of Alpha may be wondering exactly what this man means. Well, fuck… I’ll tell you, it MEANS, That this man isn’t just another sexy face, not just another man who can wrestle until my bones break, this man… this man is a Walking Revolution. Oh yes! I have entered Alpha World to win gold, cause mayhem, and make you all remember my name! So eccentric… So satisfying… So entertaining… So much xperience… I am him, I am…
JAKE… STEELE…
This new Jake smiles at the camera and walks off as we come to a fade. Everything seems to be shaking up in ACW, what the hell will happen next?
OOC Note: Thought I'd go for a change of scenery here in ACW...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:12:15 GMT -5
Funkier than BK London's Breath: THE WEEK IN REVIEW!! Credit: (Showtime... and Jon Taylor)It's that time again! The studio setting, the black man decked in a crisp lavender suit while rocking the huge platinum chain with the ST medallion filled with diamonds.. Diamonds! Such extravagant (and wasteful) spending could only be done by none other than 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper! Narrator: Live from sunny Greensboro, it's Week in Review!! The Monday Night Football theme plays as the Narrator begins to do the ever-important ads for the sponsors.Narrator: The Week in Review brought to you by 'Night at the Fuji's'. You can play as Ax, Smash, Mr. Fuji, and even Crush! Pain and destruction is on it's way.. to the Nintendo Wii. Narrator: And by Senator Phillip's screwdrivers.. Okay, this speaks for itself.. Showtime: Man, apart from getting ran over by a human freight train and getting dick-punched a walking douchebag named Teddy Davis, Showtime is fine because he's.. BAAAALLLLLLIIINNN!!! Man, I got a fresh haircut, a closet full of the hottest custom tennies, got a new platinum chain.. Look at it sparkle! I'm livin' straight fabulous! The camera zooms in to get a close-up of Showtime's bling for an instant before zooming out. Diamonds still sparkling.. More ice than the North Pole, baby! Showtime: Man, ACW is treatin' a brotha good! Man, my suit's so fresh even Giorgio Armani will be like.. “Yo, man where you got that suit from?” And I'll tell him I can't tell 'em because I'm that fresh! Haha! ACW's gonna respect my shine cause I'm Showtime, baby! I'm so ballin' I got my man Kia Shine doing the new Showtime theme song called 'Wow'... This video's hot. Check it out. The screen switches to show the new theme song that Showtime managed to get. Now, normal people would see this as the shittiest example of music in this millennium, but to someone as ghetto fabulous as Showtime, this song was the shit!! youtube.com/watch?v=qLSYjJ7TuOY Afterwards, the scene switches back to showtime leaning and rocking to the music as it fades out.Showtime: Man, that Krispy Kreme jacket he was rockin' was the bomb! Boy's almost as clean as me. Anyway, it's time to get this started off right with the Week in Review! Jerks.. Curtain-jerking? It seems appropriate: Jake Steele vs The LibertinesShowtime: Jake Steele: Generic Indy wrestler is back after narrowly winning his debut last week, but this time, he squares off against the black hole of charisma known as Liberace. Man, take that sparkling suit outta here! Liberace wish he could be half as fresh as Showtime, baby, but that's the least of his worries this week. That's because his opponent is as lame and as boring as he is. One-Man Revolution? Please, the only thing revolutionary about you is the way you put the fans to sleep. Sure, you got a couple of nice flippy moves, but if you face me, I'll put an end to that with one knee to the face. Nothing fancy. Just that one hitta quitter. Regardless, using every retarded move he learned in the Indies, Steele will pick up the win in this one. The booking committee's been smoking them funny cigarettes: Showtime and Mr. Red vs Thunder Train and Alex RichmondShowtime: Some people would consider Showtime and Mr. Red to be a dream team, but I have the ability to make any team I'm in just that. The ACW Entertainment championg teaming up with the whole fucking show. This week, I'll face the man I beat in my debut.. and that damn gorilla that I faced last week. Man, I was scared shitless. That dude whispered, “I wonder what Showtime taste like.. Probably like chicken..” And that messed me all up! I got derailed and everything! Not this time. I'm ready for that shit. The only thing Train's gonna be eating is a size fourteen straight in the mouth! Then, he could use ol' money-bags to pay for hospital bill. As for my tag team partner.. I'm gonna be real. I don't like him. I don't like that illegal immigrant he calls his wife. I don't like the fact that he's wearing that Entertainment title and bring the value of it down each day he has it. Still, I'll work with him, but after the match is over, I'm coming for that title. There's nothing Showtime likes more than bling.. and I can make that title sparkle unlike anyone else before. Every card needs an intermission!! Sarin vs. Jonny Hughes Showtime: Now, I gotta admit that Sarin's cute. She has that sexy girl next-door look. That honey's the kind of girl you sleep with... No, not just for sex.. Just to see her sleeping next to you when you wake up. Ahhh, yeah, Showtime can be romantic when he wanna, but don't worry, Rattler. There's only one female that my heart belongs to.. The vision of beauty appears on the big screen, and that image is none other than Ayres LeBlanc aka Echo aka The Ravage II aka Showtime's future baby mama. The dark beauty is sneering in the picture as had her heel firmly implanted into the face of a fallen Jake Bishop, fallen because he took a Full nelson jumping Storm Cradle Driver... Fucking ow..Showtime: Isn't she beautiful?! Umm.. Anyway, back to the match. Not even Sarin's charm could keep the fans from going to sleep or leaving their seats because she's facing the epitome of boring in John Hughes. The winner here is apathy! Jay Zero vs. Andrew Starr vs. Jon Taylor vs. The Senator - FH Training Battle Royal Showtime: It seems as though the Week in Review is already getting fans here in ACW! Jay Zero was so moved by my engaging commentary that he even did his own version of the show last week on Meltdown! Sure, he's no Showtime, but hey, who is? Looks like we have quite the clusterfuck here, but there's one high point.. My man JT's in the match. Jon welcome! Showtime turns to the big screen, and Jon Taylor shows up on the screen.Showtime:Now, I know you heard Zero's comments last week about my show. What do you think? Taylor: Before I get on to Zero, I'd just like to say one thing; YOU SON OF A BITCH! Showtime looks confusedShowtime: Yo, man what's that for?! Taylor: What's that for? That's for fucking cutting me off the show last week, that's what it is fucking for! Showtime: Sorry, bro - the phone line was fucked! Taylor looks unconvinced.Taylor: Yea, yea sure it was. Taylor regains his composure to comment on Zero.Taylor: So where was I...ah, you wanted my comment about that little shit Jay Zero didn't you? Showtime: Yeah. Taylor: Well, what is there to say? I not only proved Zero wrong last week, but I made him eat his own words! Your callling me The Ultimate Pretender, Zero?! Well, last time I checked I won the match last week so...that means i'm better than you, Thunderkiss, Senator...well the entire roster! And if that wasn't enough I handed your little buddy Starr his ass for not only the first time but the second time in two weeks! God, I really can see why Thunderkiss left The Entourage now - or should I say Lackey Bridgade - because that's all they are; a bunch of lackies! Without Thunderkiss your entire stable are a bunch of pussies, as proved last week by yours truly! Showtime: Damn, man.. A lil' cold, aren't ya? Anyway, how do you feel about this match? Taylor: Well, this really is quite the easy match, isn't it? I mean come on! Last week I not only beat Andrew Starr, but the new entourage leader Zero, and previous to that I destroyed Senator for his championship. So, needless to say it doesn't look like there lies many obstacles ahead! Infact, I would go as far as predicting that I eliminate every single man single handedly from the match, because well after all I am The Ultimate Cometitor aren't? Taylor chuckles and a huge grin appears on his face.Showtime: Aight! Dawg. Thanks for being here. Taylor: It was my pleasure...unlike last Meltdown! The feed is suddenly cut, and the big screen goes back to the Week in Review logo.Aiden Joseph vs. Fallen Souls - ACW ChampionshipShowtime: Now, this is the big one, and this one's gonna be emotional to say the least... I'm sure that everyone saw what happened last week.. Now, Aiden Joseph.. I might think that Thundergy was a shitty energy drink. I might have thought that you were Hulk Hogan with ADHD.. Regardless, I still had to give you props. You were at the top.. However, what you did last week was fucked up, man. Basically, you used the whole Thunderkiss thang to get the fans behind you so they can elevate you to the top, and once you make it there.. you pull this shit? Man, that's a bitch move, but that's aight.. It shows your true colors... and it's looking like shit. You're a liar, a fraud. You're everything that the me and my homies are against at the Second Coming. It's pricks like you and Senator why we're doing what we can to make ACW great! Fallen has that drive. He has that heart. He has that fire in his eyes. That's something that faded out of that good eye of yours, Joseph.. That's why my boy's bringing the title back home. Aight, damn. I had to get that off my chest. Shit's really been buggin' me, but we can get on and poppin' with Who's hot and who's not! 'Who's hot, Who's Not' appears on the big screen in bold, red and black letters as red and orange flames show up in the background.Showtime: Aight, this is how it goes down. The hot list is for all of the superstars that's been doing it big in ACW. They're the crème dela crème, homeboy! The not-list is the bottom of the barrel. They're them lame ducks that drags things down. First is someone that's new to the hotlist, Adrian Flamingo! His commentary last week was riveting. Not only is he damned good in the ring, but his mic work is akin to greats like Jesse 'The Body' Ventura and Bobby Heenan. Keep doin' the damn thang! Next up is none other than the whole entire Second Coming because we stay so fresh, and by the end of the night X will be bringing the gold home! Now it's time for the not list. The remnants of the Entourage makes it here now that their cash cow has been lured in by Senator's retail retard money. Tough break, bitches. You guys are done, but don't feel bad.. Your former leader Aiden Joseph makes it on the list because.. quite frankly, he's a douche. And that's it for the Week in Review! Next time, the fans will be given a taste of Showtime's rigorous training for the Fallen Heroes battle royal. This is Showtime saying remember to get your pets spayed or neuter. The ESPN SportsCenter theme plays as the scene fades out..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:13:13 GMT -5
Match 1: Jake Steele vs. The Libertines (Credit: Jake Steele)
MATCH BEGINNING Libertines entered the ring as Steele caught him in the face with a high impact dropkick! Libertines fell to the ground quickly, and Steele slid out of the ring, trying to get some early momentum. He picks up Libertines by the head and Irish whips him, but Libertines reverses and sends him into the steps. Libertines takes advantage and throws Steele back inside after some extra damage added, Libertines slides in with Steele and covers for a 2 count. Lib decides to use his technical prowess and goes for a sharpshooter, but Steele twists out of it and kicks Lib back into the ropes, he rebounds back and Steele catches him with a Hurricarana which gives Steele the idea to pin, but he gets a 2 count. Steele gets hold of Lib and picks him up for a Suplex, but Lib reverses and somehow he sends both men tumbling to the ground!
MATCH INTERSECTION After heavy brawling, and both men seemingly wore out from high impact moves and submissions, Steele goes for one of his signature moves, the Ole Kick, he steps back and Lib looks to be out in the corner, Steele charges forward and.. MISSES! Lib sees Steele pressed into the turnbuckle and grabs him by the tights… 2 count! Lib thought he had him but no luck, he runs to the ropes going for a clothesline but Steele catches his arm and tries to lock in the CROSSFACE! Lib knowing the move better moves out of it, and clotheslines Steele!
MATCH ENDING Steele is being taken to the limit by Lib, surprisingly as he is pounding the arm of Steele, so that he can lock in his crossface, Steele stays down finally and Lib locks it in!!! Lib pulls back yelling “TAP! TAP!” Steele doesn’t oblige as he takes a few moments and grabs the rope to get the freeing of the move. Lib lets go reluctantly and waits for Steele to get up, he goes for another crossface, but Steele rolls out and dropkicks the knees of Lib putting him on one knee… Steele runs to the ropes and the end is here…
RIGHT IN YOU FACE!
1... 2... 3!
YOUR WINNER…. JAKE… STEELE!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:13:56 GMT -5
Segment: Perfect Timing (Credit: FSX)
It's odd how things can sometimes turn out in a fashion that you would never of expected. How something that seems so predictable can suddenly throw you a curve ball, and before you even really know what has happened you have an entirely new situation on your hands. You might be able to handle things better with the new twist of events, but as television has taught us over the years it's quite a bit more likely that things are headed in a foul direction when something unexpected and undesired occurs. Then again, you can always allow yourself to live in a fantasy world when these things happen. Turn off your thoughts of the things that surround you and embrace something of your own creation and design, smiling happily as you enjoy what wonders you have made for yourself. Of course, your quite likely to be committed to a mental institution if your to do something of that effect. On the other hand, you can always take advantage of whatever situation presents itself to you. After all, sometimes a change of pace can really be beneficial...and it it isn't initially, most likely you can manipulate it to be beneficial.
That is likely what many are thinking when presented with the current situation that has aroused national news headlines across uneventful countries. Many are likely wondering how they can take advantage of the fact that Aiden Joseph has suddenly become an entirely different person, and his life is changing drastically everyday. The most recent change has startled everyone involved in the business, and alienated him from those that were his friends and companions. He decided a change of scenery was needed to ensure he could create a better life for himself, and abandoned his followers in order to create a bizarre alliance with a man that he has quite frankly NEVER got along with. How does he possibly think this will work out in his favor? With his former fans furious with him, and his former friends likely plotting revenge, what positive could possibly come of this all? It seems as if someone has already spotted the brighter side of these events, and the bounce in his step can only describe his good mood. Well, I guess his benefit is obvious..
FSX: What a wonderful day for the world to change, isn't it? Finally things are becoming as clear as can be, and it couldn't happen at a better time!
Backstage Worker #1: Who's he talking too?
Backstage Worker #2: Just ignore him, he does this every freaking week.
Merrily spinning in a circle as he stood in the way of many individuals trying to do their job, Fallen laughed to himself and came to a stop. Staring directly to the camera for a moment, he smirked softly and his mood seemed to calm quite a bit for the moment, even if joy was still evident in his eyes.
FSX: Could things possibly of fallen into place at a better time? I mean honestly! I can't believe that Thunderkiss is stupid enough to betray his fans and friends immediately before a title defense! Does the man love me or something?
Backstage Worker #1: Well, I'm sure he was just thinking of his well being and not of a match...and his name is Aiden Joseph.
Backstage Worker #2: Stay out of it man, really. Bad idea. This guy is a lunatic.
FSX: You know, nameless backstage worker is right! You are better off to mind your own business. Besides, your so clearly wrong it's sad! How can the idiot not think ahead? Not of the consequences of his actions? He could of picked a better time to have his mid-life crisis then now!
Giggling to himself softly for a moment, Fallen doesn't appear the least bit upset of being interrupted by the man. Taking the smile on his face as a sign of danger, the other backstage worker wastes no time getting the hell away from Fallen. Probably a good idea, all things considered.
Backstage Worker: Well, you can understand his situation. He has to take life seriously now because he has a family to consider, and he can't just keep associating himself with immature idiots.
FSX: Oh, your so ridiculous! If that was the case he would of secluded himself from having any alliances and simply embraced working alone. Nooo..instead he decided he was afraid of losing a stranglehold on backstage politics and thought that he couldn't manage holding onto his title alone! What a baby!
Backstage Worker: That's not true! Maybe he just found that Mr. Phillips is a very mature and organized individual. Maybe he decided that Mr. Phillips could help him get his priorities in order! Maybe he realized what a great man Mr. Phillips is, and decided to make his allegiance with someone that can truly be respected by all....which is more then I can say for some people.
Spotting the cheap comment a mile away, Fallen seems to have a look of irritation on his face as he begins to approach the man. Regardless of the angry expression on his face, the man doesn't make any move to back down and simply stands their with an arrogant little smirk.
FSX: Believe what you will, but unfortunately your opinion doesn't matter. The fact of the matter is that he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and that he will never be the man he used to be. I never got along with the guy before, but he's doing anything he can now to be despised! He's a member of the Senatorial Stable just so he can maintain control of backstage politics. Just so he can live his new, pathetic life in miserable peace. His aggression is gone. His personality is gone. He's a shell of a man, and he's going to be in the shadows of Senator for the rest of his career.
Backstage Worker: What bullshit! He's just doing what he thinks is right! He's living for himself now, not just for the fans that ordered him around!
FSX: He's a joke now, and he's never been weaker. He's practically giving me the World Title, and with it I'll demand the change that this company needs. I'll make this place fair again. Righteous again.
Backstage Worker: Even if he's not bulging with unnecessary muscle anymore, and not pandering to mindless idiots anymore, he'll always be a real champion.
Laughing to himself, the man pushes Fallen from his way and begins to casually walk down the hallway as Fallen stares to him in shock. Standing their speechless for a moment, his face slowly begins to grow red and he races over to the man, taking a hold of his arm and whipping him into the wall.
FSX: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Are you overlooking me? Are you telling me that I can't be accepted as a real champion because I entertain people? You should respect everyone for their damn ability. For the damn commitment! I may not be a traditional champion, but I'll be damned if everything I give to this company doesn't make me a REAL champion!
Backstage Worker: Bullshit. You’re nothing but a joke. There is a good reason why no one can imagine you as World Champion. Why no one believes your Main Event material. Why you had to but on a fucking protest with internet scum just to get recognition. You want to know why? It's because you are NOT entertaining. You are NOT talented. You are SCUM!
Suddenly leaning back, Fallen steps away from the man and reaches for his face, wiping saliva from it as he stares to it in shock. Did this guy just spit in his face? Fallen is cool, damn it! Staring blankly at his hand for a moment before looking up at the smug and cocky individual, he could only glare at him for a moment as he began to shake with rage.
FSX: Who do you think you are..? What gives you the right to treat me like this?! Do you know who I am?!?!
Backstage Worker: A man who can't legally attack anyone outside of a sanctioned match?
FSX: Fuck no. I'm the guy who's about to kill you for your disrespect.
Backstage Worker: ...You’re joking, right?
FSX: Of course.
Backstage Worker: ...Really?
FSX: No. You’re gonna die.
Not even allowing the man to let out a cry for help, Fallen is quick to launch a fist directly into his opening mouth, landing it to his teeth as he turns his face in shock. Paying no mind to the fact that shattered bits of tooth were lodged in his fist for the moment, FSX got to work doing what he did best...beating the hell out of backstage workers. Perhaps this would provide for a proper training regimen before his match with Fallen. Though he may of been underestimating the champion given the situation he's involved in, the intense anger that was running through him wasn't about to cease for any match. No...if anything, Fallen had no choice but to win now. Their wouldn't be a tomorrow if he couldn't prove he deserved the respect he said he did tonight, and miraculously won the title..but could he really? Though he's surprised the world before, this might be a bit much for him...
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:15:03 GMT -5
Segment: Challenge accepted (Credit: Red and Chef)
Ice Train's WCW theme plays over the arena and out walks Thunder Train to a mixed reaction. Even with all of the events that have recently happened, Thunder Train still keeps his focus and makes his way down to the ring. He slaps a few of the fans hands and walks up the steel steps. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and grabs a microphone from a crew worker.
Thunder Train: I'm not gonna come out here and talk about some certain events that have occurred lately because I don't have much to comment on. Let's get right to the point, what I am out here for is an answer. Red, today is the day my man. Last week I challenged you to a match and now I want my answer. So Red, I can wait here all night if you want so just come on out and give me an answer.
*Silence*
Thunder Train: I know you're back there Red, we got that match tonight. I think you can take 5 minutes and say something.
*Silence*
Thunder Train: Fine, I guess I will just have to go--
Train is interrupted by "Ni Freud Ni Tu Mama" as it hits the speakers to Thunder Train's surprise. Instead of Mr. Red coming out with his answer to Train's challenge, Mrs. Red makes her way out into the arena. She walks her way down to the ring looking fine as always.
She slides into the ring and grabs a mic. Train has not removed his glare off of her since her music hit.
Mrs. Red: You're not going to find my husband coming out any time soon. He is busy getting ready for a tag team match. I suggest you should do the same.
Thunder Train: Who are you to be telling the Thunder Train what to do? I am going to suggest that you make your way to the back and tell your brain dead husband to get his ass out here and give me an answer.
Mrs. Red mouths the words "whatever" and goes to leave. Train steps up and grabs her before she leaves. She shrugs him loose.
Mrs. Red: Suélteme.
Thunder Train: You are not leaving until he comes out and gives me and answer.
Mrs. Red glares at Train and says "you should not have done that." Within moments, "Reds Fan" hits the speakers. Train gets ready to take on Mr. Red. He is aware that laying a hand on Mrs. Red is only going to enrage the Entertainment Champion.
Train waits for a moment but Mr. Red doesn't come out. He notices out of the corner of his eye, a figure moving through the crowd. Thunder Train rolls out of the ring as Mr. Red emerges out of the crowd and slides into the ring. Mr. Red motions for the Train to return to the ring.
Mr. Red: Get back here. Asshole. You want your answer? Your answer is ..yes.
The crowd goes nuts for the Entertainment Title match that has been announced, as we fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:16:55 GMT -5
Segment: I think the name got forgotten somewhere along the line, so this segment is now about Bidoofs. Love, AK. (Credit: ~Aj / Sarin) [He is not a man to be kept waiting. There are tasks to be completed and errands to be run and yet he finds himself in the Chairman’s waiting room wasting his precious time. His devotion to Gingerdude is the only thing that keeps his buttocks glued to this faux leather office chair, otherwise he’d be out of here like a bullet from a gun. He’s been in this position before, but this occasion is very unique from the others. In the past his mouth may have gotten him into hot water, but never before has he incited such an incident that may result in dire consequences for the company’s finances. Without a doubt some form of chastisement is on its way. Feeling lonely and a bit apprehensive, he flips open his cell phone and speed dials his way to the only person who has the unique ability to perk him up in situations such as these.] *Ring,Ring* Anna Sommers: This better be important, Aiden. You do know what time it is, don’t you? Aiden Joseph: That I do. Watching Warfare, I assume? [/b] Anna: Not likely. Aiden : Do forgive my interruption. I was hoping lady luck would be on my side and I’d catch you during a commercial break.[/b] Anna: Lady luck has abandoned you tonight, dear. Aiden : Well, she wouldn’t be the first, now would she? [/b] [His words throw her instantly into a state of reticence.] Aiden : Sorry my love, I could not resist temptation. My last words were only in jest, of course. [/b] Anna: Of course. Aiden : Anyway, I am standing outside your father’s office and am dreadfully nervous. I was hoping for a few words of encouragement before I am tossed into Dante’s inferno. [/b] Anna: Don't be silly. Aiden : Silly? Thanks to me, Ginger now has a warehouse full of merchandise that is completely worthless, a damaged arena and large group of fans who are claiming they will never attend show ever again. I am being anything BUT silly.[/b] Anna: He’ll be a bit hot tempered, of course. If all else fails, just pull the “your daughter is madly in love with me” card. That should guarantee you some peace and quiet. Now, I must get going. Tonight they are doing the paso doble and the Viennese waltz. Aiden : I do hope you are recording it for me love. I just know that a smile will eventually cause Presley’s face to explode and I would rather not miss that. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Much love. [/b] *CLICK* [Aiden cockles his cell phone together and places it into his inner suit pocket. Inside his mind he iterates the previous conversation just to hear her words again. He falls into a tranquil state of being that causes his eyes to slowly close. He can now feel her touch, smell her scent and taste her kiss. Sadly, before his wet dream can come to completion, Ginger’s door goes comes ajar and out comes a very perturbed looking Chairman.] Chairman Gingerdude: THUNNNNNNNNNDERKISSSSSSS! Aiden : Actually, it’s Aiden now. [/b] Gingerdude: OH I KNOW! BELIEVE ME, I KNOW ALL TOO WELL! GET IN HERE! [A sigh escapes his lips. With great reluctance Aiden rises from his chair and heads off to a symphony of rage conducted by the executive office. Quell yourselves, Ginger has raised the baton.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:17:44 GMT -5
Segment: "Guy?" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Anonymous)
It's been over a week since Rattlesnake was put into a hospital, but now he's finally able to get up walk around. It still hurts him to walk, but he seems to be able to handle it fairly well.
Rattlesnake walks around his room, thinking about that letter said. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew the promise he had made to Sarin. He had two choices at this point, abide by Sarin's wishes and possibly see her get hurt or disregard her wishes and ensure her safety.
Tough choice. But he already knows what he's going to do before he's even made said choice. That's the thing with him. He knows what he's going to do many steps ahead of where he's at.
Suddenly, the lights in the room go black. He looks around, but he can't see anything. Someone walks into the room and stands right in front of him. The lights turn on and a person wearing a Guy Fawkes mask just stares at him. No sooner than Rattlesnake blinks his eyes, the person multiplies and 20 people circle around Rattlesnake.
He starts turning, looking at each person surrounding him. Finally Rattlesnake shoves one of them and an onslaught begins. He clotheslines one person that charges at him and yakuza kicks another, but that's all he can do as a few of them grab his arms and hold him. The one standing in front of him inches in.
"You made a serious mistake and right now, I'm going to fix that...brother."
With a quick movement, Rattlesnake gets picked up and slammed down with the Macho Slam.
"Remember this. Remember it well."
All of a sudden Rattlesnake sits up in a cold sweat, panting like he had had a bad dream. He's in his hospital bed. He looks around and no one is there.
Had it been a dream? Everything was so vivid, the encounter, the people, the pain...everything.
Rattlesnake: It must have been a dream. It couldn't have happened.
He lies back down and looks straight up at the ceiling. He laughs at the whole dream.
Rattlesnake: Yeah, it was a dream. Anyone that really tried that would have gotten hurt.
He turns to his side and sees something on the table. Upon closer inspection, it's seen to be a Guy Fawkes mask.
Rattlesnake: What the hell!
His eyes widen. They quickly shift left and right repeatedly.
Rattlesnake: It was a dream, wasn't it?
He stares at the mask one last time.
Rattlesnake: Wasn't it?
The scene fades out with Rattlesnake contemplating if it was a dream or not.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:18:42 GMT -5
Segment: Protecting The Crown (Credit: BK London)
With Princess finally out of the picture tonight, and back in the hands of Kiley, BK London could return to focusing on his plan at hand. Sure spending some time with his daughter was a refreshing change of pace from routine, but it was time to get back on track.
He was a bit pleased with himself that he had the lead in the competition this far, with 1-0, but he knew that he is still beating Adrian Flamingo by the skin of his teeth. In order to complete the clean sweep and not only show Flamingo, but the rest of ACW, that he's a threat once again - he had to make sure to win the second part of the competition. Sadly, that meant he had to team with the man he despised, Adrian Flamingo.
He isn't sure of what the particular rules of this tag team was going to be, nor does he know the tag team he's facing, but he does know that he'll have to do it with Adrian Flamingo in his corner for some reason. But beyond the tag team match on Thursday, beyond the competition with Adrian Flamingo, what he wanted to see for himself in the future was a ACW Championship shot at Omega Effect IV.
BK London: It's that time of the year again folks. Where the testosterone starts to build. Where tensions begin to boil. Where every one on the roster is training to get in the best shape of their lives. It's Fallen Heroes time. The only time of the year where 30 men will fight for the biggest opportunity in the business, the chance to main event Omega Effect IV for the ACW World Championship.
The scene fades in from black, and we see BK London standing before us, in an empty ring. Though it's not the ACW rings, where the thousands of fans can witness him, it's a small ring inside a rather secluded area. BK London's arms are rested on the ropes as he stares offward and continues talking.
BK London: Now, uut of all the participants in this match, I'm the only one to have reached the top of the mountain. I'm the only one who knows what it feels like to stand in that ring, the sole survivor, outlasting 29 other men and guaranteeing himself a trip to Omega Effect. And well, I'd say that it's a bit of a gift and a curse. On one hand, I know what it takes to reach to the end of the Rumble. My first attempt at it, I reached the final three, and my second attempt I won the thing. It's no secret that I do well in these types of matches, but that could also be my downfall. Being the 2007 winner, defending my crown, I have a bullseye on my chest. Everyone's going to be out to get me, to throw me over the top, just so they could get possibly their biggest threat out of the way. Well I've got a message for any guy who thinks he can be the lucky one to eliminate me...
BK London steps back to the center of the ring and smirks
BK London: ...come and get me, because there's nothing that will stop from from headlining Omega Effect once again. I know what it feels like to main event the big show, to have the spot light shining down on me. It feels....it feels good. I want to feel it again. I want that opportunity to not just....cement myself as a legend, but to cement myself as an icon. A figure that is unmatched in this business. Unparalleled. Unrivaled. It's true, I have made my name here in ACW, I have left my mark - but the sky's the limit. So whether I have to demolish everyone from Adrian Flamingo to Jay Zero, from FSX to R-E-D, from The Senatorial Stable to The Second Coming, the bottom line is this, there will be only one hero left standing. They call me many names, some to my face, but the one thing that EVERYONE will be calling me after April 26th is BK London, Two Time Fallen Heroes winner.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:20:03 GMT -5
Segment Name: Training is...almost...about to commence! (Credit: Freeman)
A meeting…Freeman had contacted Dave Morgan by text message after they had finished their phone call last Thursday, and had told him to meet him in the ACW parking lot during the show. He had never heard back, but he knew that Morgan had gotten the message. He wanted to just confirm that they had a deal, and make sure that everything was finalized, so he went outside and waited…he had no match, and nowhere else to be. He hadn’t actually given Morgan a time…which was probably a dumb move on his part, but he knew that he would probably show up near the end.
Freeman walked around the parking lot deep in thought. Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss! Whatever he calls himself now, the man is the same. He couldn’t believe that he had been allowed to join their stable! Sure, sure, sure, he had “changed”…but that wasn’t enough for Freeman. The thought didn’t even cross his mind that there was a probably a similar anger when he had rejoined…If “Aiden Joseph” thought that he would ever get any respect from Freeman, or any acceptance, then he was very, very, wrong.
He walks over to his car…and leans against it, and it is at that moment, when he sees another car entering the parking lot. It approaches him, and he walks forward, as the driver’s window lowers. Inside, is…, as he expected…Dave Morgan, looking very much the same as he did the last time he saw him.
Freeman: …Hey…
Dave Morgan looks at him and there’s a moment of silence, where the two men who haven’t seen each other in quite a while look and see how much the other has changed in the almost two years that have passed.
Morgan: Yes, hey…isn’t it nice to see you again?
Freeman: Look…If you are going to---
Morgan: No, no, maybe it would be better if we just acted like we were meeting for the first time…you know? I think that ‘s a great idea…OH MAN, YOU’RE JASON FREEMAN! THE ACW SUPERSTAR! CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH? IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET YOU!
Freeman glares at Morgan…
Freeman: You’ve just crossed the line to bitterness.
Morgan: Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do THAT again. Now, alright…let’s get this straight. So, I’m going to train with you and your stable. Help you guys prepare for the big rumble, right?
Freeman: Yeah, and…
Moragan: And somewhere in there, you’re going to ask you to train with you privately as well, right?
A silence, as Morgan reads him quite easily…Freeman feels old feelings of aggravation rising in him.
Freeman: Yeah…that’s right. Now, I figured…I told the stable that you’d meet with them this Thursday…I mean, I just wanted to meet with you today, to make sure…we both know what the deal is…we both are on the same page….and---
Morgan: Look, Freeman. Say that I’m bitter all you want, but in my opinion, you’re simply ignoring things. You definitely sealed your OWN fate when you contacted me. I’m just going to be taking out the bitterness on you now, while I can. We’ve reached an agreement. Now, yes, Thursday’s fine, and you just tell your stable that I’ll be there…but…as for you, don’t expect me to be completely happy…and act like nothing ever happened. Now, as for times, I can work with you and the stable during the shows. After the show…maybe around…say…11:00 to midnight or so…we can have an hour with just us two.
Freeman sighs…
Freeman: Alright…that seems fine. Now, I would have you come inside today…but I dunno, the stable was just kinda rocked a bit. With…with…with “Aiden Joseph” coming on in…I just felt like putting it off a show or so…
Morgan: And I’m assuming that the ACW world champion won’t need to be training for Fallen Heroes…
Freeman:…I wouldn’t call him a champion…He just holds the title belt. For now. Yes…though, obviously he won’t be training with us..
Morgan: Not that you would have let him anyways. Of course, you never would have. I mean, it’s kinda funny though. You don’t seem to want to give him any chance of redemption, when you yourself demanded it. As you do now.
Freeman opens his mouth for a quick response, but he thinks…as none comes…luckily, he doesn’t have to, because Morgan speaks first.
Morgan: In any case, I’ve got to be going now. I figured you just wanted a short meeting, and so I just dropped on by…though I really don’t have time. Thursday, we’re finally going to get started…
Freeman: Now, tell me, honestly…what are my chances of actually…I dunno…winning…the Fallen Heroes battle royal?
Morgan, who had started to put the windows back up looks at Freeman…seeming to be sizing him up, before chuckling to himself.
Morgan Not yet…
Morgan walks back into his car…and drives away, as Freeman looks after him, shaking his head.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:20:34 GMT -5
Segment: Who is he? (Credit: Red and Showtime)
The camera fades in to Mr. and Mrs. Red. They both start to their locker room but stop to read over the match card. They read it over and look at each other confusingly.
Mr. Red: Mr. Red and Ryan Cooper?
Mrs. Red: Quien es Ryan Cooper?
Mr. Red: I think it is time we find out.
Mr. Red notices a figure approaching them. He holds up a hand to stop him.
Mr. Red: Yo, dude. Can you tell me who the hell this Ryan Cooper guy is?
??: You don't know? You don't know?! He's the main that runs this joint.. He is the Showtime, bitch! That's right!
Mr. Red: I'm assuming that is you?
Cooper: Yo, You must've been living under a rock. What the hell's wrong with you? Don't you recognize the whole damn show when you see him?
Mr. Red leans to his wife and mutters in her ear.
Mr. Red: When did ACW hire Rob Van Dam?
Mr. Red turns his attention to the cocky newcomer who stands before him.
Cooper: Now normally, a guy would be honored to be teaming with a champion. However, there's one problem here, and that's I know that can beat you. I know that I am better than you. I know I can run circles around you. I know that any night of the week, I can take that title from you.
Mr. Red steps closer to Cooper. He is pulled back by Mrs. Red.
Cooper: Man, you should feel blessed to have Showtime as your tag team partner tonight. Now, this is how it's gonna go down. All you have to do is follow my lead, and I'll make sure to pick up the win.
Mr. Red holds his championship belt up for Cooper to see.
Mr. Red: Get this. I am the Entertainment Champion. You will follow the lead of the champion. Then and only then, will you have a chance to win this thing.
Cooper: Yo, you can't be serious? After losing to the Queen of Vegas last week, you think that I'll follow your lead? No, you better come correct. You follow my lead because you might get a lil' time in the spotlight now that you have that title, but it's always Showtime. See you out there, chump.
Cooper smirks and pats Red's title before turning and walking away while the Reds stare after him.
Mrs. Red: No me gusta ese pendejo.
Mr. Red: I just might have to show him a thing or two…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:21:45 GMT -5
Match 2: Mr. Red and Ryan Cooper vs. Thunder Train and Alex Richmond (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. ALEX RICHMOND & THUNDER TRAIN VS. “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER & MR. RED ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
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Alex Richmond Age: 25 Height: 6'4" Weight: 263 lbs. Hometown: Hartford, Connecticut
Thunder Train Age: Mid 20's Height: 6'8" Weight: 360 lbs. Hometown: The End of the Tracks
Mr. Red Age: 22 Height: 6'0" Weight: 200 lbs. Hometown: Columbus, Ohio
“Showtime” Ryan Cooper Age: 25 Height: 6'2" Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Unknown “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.
A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until Ice Train’s WCW theme plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to the entranceway and awaits the arrival of tonight’s victim.
“Red’s Fan” by Freekbass hits the sound system and out comes BOTH the Entertainment Champion of the World and “Showtime” Ryan Cooper. Looking a bit distraught that he doesn’t get his own entrance tonight, “Showtime” protests by walking much behind Red and showing no interest to mingle with his teammate. Entering the ring on opposite sides, both Red and Showtime head toward the crowd for their must due praise. After hearing the music cut Reynolds allows both teams time to group. After seeing little to much progress in this department, Reynolds signals for the bell hoping that it will nudge both teams to pick up the pace. His thoughts deceive him.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Right after the bell both teams have yet to decide a representative. Richmond and the big Train look uneasy with each other, obviously due to the fallout of last Thursday’s huge shocker. No longer on team Entourage, The Train is no longer a friend but rather a acquaintance as far as Richmond is concerned. Over in the corner things are not going all that well either. Showtime’s attitude is most certainly clashing with Mr. Red. Before Mr. Red can even give a counter argument to Cooper, Showtime charges and nails Thunder Train in the back. As far Reynolds is concerned that’s good enough to make it official and it these two instantly become the legal men in the ring. Angered, their partners protest by remove themselves to the other side of the ropes. Back in the ring Cooper and Thunder Train wrestle back and forth for approximately four minutes with neither man taking control. After a heated exchanged that includes a LOCOMOTIVE LAUNCH and a SPIN KICK, both men stumble back to their own corners where they each get blinded tagged out of the match In comes Mr. Red and Richmond and they are ready to throw down! As they trade blows in the center of the ring, our match progresses to its mid point. MATCH MIDPOINT: Mr. Red didn’t win the Entertainment title by fluke and Richmond is experiencing this first hand! Caught with his guard down, Alex gets his head almost caved in with a swing around DDT! Mr. Red leaps up onto his feet and proceeds to drive a series of elbows into the back of Richmond! The last elbow falls short and this allows time for Alex to leap up onto his feet! Red then charges his opponent but soon finds himself on the other end of a LEG LIFT SPINE BUSTER! Red arches his back in pain and Alex makes the quick tag out to Thunder Train! The Train crawls into the ring and sets himself up for a COAL BURNER! He hits all of Red with his shoulder and sends him flying into the ropes! Mr. Red bounces right off of them and gets hit with a clothesline that crumples him down to the mat! Red fans watch on in horror as the combo continues! Thunder Train has a huge weight advantage over his opponent and decides to use that to his benefit! Actually STEPPING on top of Red, he drives his huge boots into his body several times before finally being pulled away by Reynolds! The Train argues with this senior ACW referee and the lull in the action gives Red the time he needs to drag himself to his corner! Arm stretched all the way out, Cooper almost becomes the legal man but the Train cuts the tag off just in the nick of time! As we head into the final moments of this match up, it will be Train Vs. Red! MATCH ENDING: During the exchange, Red finally makes a tag into Cooper. Cooper flies into the ring and nails Train with a massive forearm shot and that stuns the big man long enough for a proper CROSS ARMBREAKER! It drives the big man down to the canvas and Showtime adds on more punishment in the form of an eye poke! Reynolds sees it and begins to admonish Ryan much to his displeasure! The moment Train rises to his feet Cooper shoves Reynolds out of his way and nails Train with a COOPER KICK! Train takes it square on the jaw and he falls back into his own corner where Richmond makes the tag in! Alex comes into the ring swinging and this immediately puts Showtime on the defensive! From beyond the ropes, Red makes the tag into the ring by slapping Cooper on his back, a move that does not make Showtime very happy. Angered, he tries to get in his own opponent’s face but the veteran Red brushes him aside. Meeting Alex in the middle of the ring, Red is able to capitalize on a over shooting lariat by hitting the CINCINNATI SWING! Richmond drops like a sack full of bricks and Red makes the cover! Angered by his team mates interference, Cooper leaps out of the ring and heads to the back way before Reynolds makes the official count ... ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER & MR. RED!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 7, 2008 16:23:21 GMT -5
Segment: Fear and Loathing in ACW (pt. 1 "No "I" in Threesome") (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian and Mickey sat restless in the airport terminal as they watched people all around them strut around in their self-absorbed lives. Some on laptops, some on cellphones and pay phones, and some who just sat down in the uncomfortable, blue padded chairs as they waited for their flight. Mickey and Adrian weren't going anywhere but back to Philadelphia, but first they had to receive the package they had been waiting for. Sure, it seemed like a waste to fly to New York to sit for a few hours and then fly back to Philly, but Adrian preferred this over flying. Besides, they were given strict instructions to pick him up right when his plane landed.
Yes, "him" was the package. It's rude to refer to refer to people as objects, but really there was no other way about it. He was the whole reason that Mickey flew all the way from California to Philadelphia, and then the reason the both of them woke up the next day to fly from Philly to New York. To introduce him, one must fully introduce the whole situation that occurred prior to all of those costly flights.
Two days prior to this long, dull wait in the airport terminal, Adrian received a call from an old friend out of Osaka, Japan who wanted a favor from Adrian. Well, Adrian probably owed his life to MIYAWAKI a dozen times during his short stint in Japan so he agreed to at least hear him out. Turns out MIYAWAKI had a nephew who wanted to discover what the "American Dream" was all about, and he didn't mean Dusty Rhodes. Now, normally Adrian wouldn't agree to babysit anyone, but it wasn't the favor that made him agree to do this... but MIYAWAKI's voice during it. Now, MIYAWAKI was one of the toughest, meanest sons of bitches Adrian had ever encountered... but whenever he mentioned this kid, Adrian could sense a hint of fear in his voice. Now Adrian HAD to see what this kid's deal was.
Mickey Flamingo: So, what's this boy's name?
Adrian Flamingo: Hirosuke... but I was instructed to call him Alex.
Mickey Flamingo: Why?
Adrian apathetically shrugged his shoulders.
Mickey Flamingo: Well, can he at least speak Anglish?
Once again Adrian shrugged his shoulders.
Mickey Flamingo: Well that's just great! Here we are, havin' to babysit some kid who can't even speak Anglish when we should be concintratin' on our next competition challenge against BK. I tell yew, boy, Miyowoki better pay yew back big time if yew lose this!
Mickey continued to grumble, but Adrian blocked him out as he focused in on his ticks that were just a little bit louder than they had been all week. He hadn't had an alcohol so that couldn't have been it. While Adrian was preoccupied by his mental ticks, Mickey sighed out and began patting out a beat on the beer belly of his that was concealed underneath a Dale Earnhardt Jr. t-shirt. Oddly enough, if Mickey could've heard Adrian's ticking, he would've noticed that they were almost made a perfect rhythm. Hell, any 1960's beatnik could've made a hell of a spoken word performance out of it. This was short lived however as they were interrupted by a ruckus coming out of the terminal.
The sound of scuffled feet, the screams of a woman, yup, the traditional sounds of a fight. Adrian had a good feeling about this, while Mickey had the opposite. Being the curious men they are, Adrian and Mickey both hopped up to their feet and hurried to the terminal just in time as a man with a bloody nose stumbled out clutching his face. He was followed shortly by a young Japanese man who clubbed him in the back with his black backpack. The first man, a middle aged man in a brown tailored suit, went down to his knees as his attack straddled his back and punched him in the back of the head repeatedly.
The Flamingos watched on as the attack continued while everyone else was frozen in either shock or fear. A flight attendant who sported fresh hand prints around her throat ran to the service desk and buzzed security.
Mickey Flamingo: Yew think this is our guy?
Adrian Flamingo: Has to be.
Mickey Flamingo: Dammit, I wuz afraid yew'd say that. Well, git him before he gits arrested.
Adrian walked over to his new Japanese and tapped him on the shoulder, Hirosuke's eyes immediately swung up to Adrian with his fist still clinched, expecting that someone else wanted to be included in his brawl. As soon as he saw Adrian's face, his black lipstick was seperated by the pearly white teeth of a smile. Hirosuke stood from the defeated man and gave him one last, combat boot enforced kick to the ribs before picking up his backpack and bowing to Adrian. There was something infectious about this boy's smile as Adrian returned it as he bowed back.
Mickey soon ran up to them with a panicked look on his face.
Mickey Flamingo: Forgit the flite back to Philly, we gotta get out of here!
Adrian Flamingo: Why?
Mickey Flamingo: Turns out this boy here tried to choke the flite attendant for touching his bag. That dumb sunofabitch down thar tried to break it up so "Alex" here beat the shit out of him! The flite attendant jest called security so we gotta go NOW!
Adrian turned back to Hirosuke and smiled, what a vicious little bastard... and like that, Adrian felt like they were going to be GOOD friends before his trip to America ended. However, this was no time to get sentimental and sappy, they had to go in a hurry. So, like that, all three men hurried out of the terminal and out a fire exit before the security guards could catch up with them. Well, that solved that problem, but now they had no way of getting back home to Philly.
Fade…
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