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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:34:56 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown September 13th 2007
Schedule of Matches: =======================
Mr. Red vs Ricky Falco
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Echo and Alicia Kitsune vs Ross Lambert and Jay Zero
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Scott Andrews vs XS3
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Jason Freeman vs Adrian Flamingo – EOTR '07 Quarter Finals Match
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The Senator vs FSX - EOTR '07 Quarter Finals Match
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Starkweather vs Wyvern
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:48:13 GMT -5
Segment: Beginning of the End (Pt. 1: Lambert)
“Ahh, ‘nother day, ‘nother dollar”, I sigh as I heavily open my door. I look in and see my locker room, perfect condition, my room, it’s my home, my place away from the world… to quote an awesome song, it’s My Sanctuary and I love it here, I stroll in, heavy-hearted, tired as Hell from work out and dreading my tag match later that night, I slump over to the couch and collapse on my face, I begin to fall asleep when a strange ticking sensation goes off in my head… I get up and realize what it is, I need to take a piss, so I stroll off to my bathroom and open the door, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.
I shut the door behind me and stand over by the crapper, after relieving myself I make my way back out of my room over to my mini-fridge in the kitchen section of my locker room, open the door and the cold air cools off my sweaty face, I pull out a glass bottle and crack open a J20, I use my strength to flick the lid and sip gently on the delicious orange fluid, cooling down and calming down drastically, I wipe my brow and look around my room to see my TV, my wardrobe and all my other kit, suddenly, a noise plays, the sound of South of Heaven by Slayer but where the FUCK is it coming from?
I look around my room and see a coffee table with a few places mats and a lone mobile phone, lighting up, I dart over there and pick it up, flip the phone for Caller ID… it’s Spike Lambert.
Ross: Hello?
Spike: Dude! Fucking get out of there, NOW!
Ross: Spike?! What the fuck is going on?
Spike: A fuckin’ Million and a Half Agents are about to fuckin’ swarm your locker room. GET THE HELL OUT OF THERE!
Ross: Spike, EXPLAIN!
Spike: No time, I’ll tell you later, just GET THE FUCK OUT, RIGHT NOW.
But a little too late, suddenly, the door to his locker room flies off it’s hinges. Smoke Grenade, BOOM! I suddenly feel myself being grabbed, pinned to the ground and dragged around out of my door as I gag on the thick gas, I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me as my eyes begin to droop. I don’t know what the fuck just happened… or why?
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:49:25 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Act 5 (Cont.)" Credit: T-Kiss Last Chapter Recap: The wait is over and Samhain is now upon us. Thunderkiss along with XS3 and his son Cory make their way ringside to do battle with the undefeated Monster and ACW World Champion Magog. Time to flash forward to the future folks, if you can handle it. 2033 is a pretty rough year to be a wrestler, and you’re about to find out why... ... .. . Act 5 (Continued) ..::SAMHAIN::.. MAGOG VS. CORY IRVINE..::2033::..
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Cory Irvine Age: 24 Height: 6'2 Weight: 275 lbs. Hometown: Maple Creek, Saskatchewan Canada Professional Record: 35-17
MAGOG Age: Unknown Height: 6'7 Weight: 325 Hometown: Unknown Professional Record: 88-0 “Freebird” accompanies out Cory Irvine, XS3 & Thunderkiss out from the back as they walk to the ring through a capacity crowd. The fans tonight are backing young Irvine and are definitely showing him support. Cory shows them some love back as he slaps their hands in approval of their cheers and puts on a show for the cameras that even embarrasses his father someone. TK pats him on the shoulder in an effort to tell him to get serious and it works. Cory enters the ring and stands in his corner, where he jumps up and down in place to get his blood flowing. While both TK and XS3 give him some last minute instructions, the lights go off and our World Champion makes his entrance.
Nothing but Guitar rifts from hell accompany the World Champion to the ring as soon as his feet hit the entranceway. The fans hate his guts but not one will dare show him how much for he has been known to throw a punch their way - lawsuits be damned. He scales the ring steps and steps directly to young Irvine but is quickly cut off by now ACW referee and G-Unit’s own Jonny Spade.Referee Jonny Spade: I want a clean, fair fight gentlemen! Don’t try any sneaking stuff because believe me, I’ve seen it all! Now let’s get it ON! ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Magog goes to lock up with Cory, but Cory smartly backs out and begins to strike away at the big monster! Magog isn’t phased for a second as he swats away Irvine’s hands and then fires back with a huge kick to Cory’s midsection! Irvine bends down in pain and this allows Magog to send another strike into Irvine’s body, this time directly on the side of the head! Irvine’s Entourage watches on in dismay as he stumbles down to his knees - definitely a place he doesnt want to be against the World Champion! Magog sees Irvine down and he gets on top of the situation right away as he just drives kick after kick into Irvine’s body, stunning him with every blow! Thunderkiss *shouting*: OUT OF THE RING! ROLL OUT OF THE RING! Irvine hears TK’s words and quickly does a quick roll to underneath the ropes! Irvine stumbles onto the floor and quickly gathers his thoughts! He hears more screams and this causes his to bat his eyes into the ring where he looks up and sees Magog perched up onto the top rope! The Champion leaps off onto Irvine, but Cory leaps out of the way and Magog eats the metal of the guardrail! Rattlesnake: What an excellent counter by Irvine! The only thing that may stop the beast known as Magog is himself! Irvine goes right to work and once again strikes at the big monster, trying to wear him down as Thunderkiss suggested! He begins to work him over so well that Magog actually takes a knee! The fans explode to their feet as they see a sign of weakness by the Champion but their celebration doesn’t last for long! Seemingly out of nowhere, Magog shoots up out of his stance and turns Cory inside out with a WICKED clothesline! Matt Irvine: NO! Magog reaches down and grabs the stunned Irvine by the hair and lifts him up into a military press slam! Thunderkiss watches on in anger, knowing full well that this is Magog’s attempt to smite him, by using his own move! He throws Cory off his fingers with ease and Irvine falls back into the ring after being thrown over the top rope from the floor! Magog leaps up onto the apron and goes into full rage mode - play time is over! He drops a running knee into Cory’s side, instantly breaking three ribs in the process! ~!~CRACK~!~ Thunderkiss’ heart begins to pound as he watches his Godson take a road so many have traveled. Unfortunately this road leads to early retirement, a destination neither him or his best friend want to see Cory reach. Breathing heavily, Magog picks Cory up off the mat and whips him into the turnbuckles! Cory bounces off like a super ball, directly into a Magog running headbutt! Irvine’s nose instantly breaks as blood shoots up into the air and lands all over the ring! Desperate times call for desperate measures and Irvine knows he has to do something quick or its all over. Using everything he has left he takes a three point stance and then quickly delivers a quick shot SHADOW STEP! “Rapid” Rick Edison: Shades of XS3! Rattlesnake: And Magog goes down! Magog is down! That he is! Cory piles him right over and now lays on top of him! But before he can roll off, Magog grabs Irvine around the neck and puts him in a choke hold! Matt Irvine *screaming*: SPADE, that’s an illegal choke hold! STOP IT, DAMMIT! Cory gasps for breath as Magog’s fingers clam on tighter. TK’s fist shakes with anger as he feels the urge to slide into the ring and nail the big son of a bitch in the head himself! Spade begins the DQ count! Jonny Spade: ONE...TWO.. THRE- BREAK THE HOLD! BREAK IT NOW! Spade physically has to reach down and grab Magog’s hand and pull it off of Cory’s throat, something the World Champion doesn’t take kindly too! [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Don’t EVER touch me![/glow] Jonny Spade: You break next time I tell you to break or I’ll disqualify you - NO QUESTIONS ASKED! Magog brushes Spade off like a bug and walks back over to Cory! Matt screams some encouragement and instructions to his son in a last ditch effort and its about to pay off! Magog goes for another pick up but Cory grabs his arm and wraps his legs around it, slapping on an arm triangle submission! Rattlesnake: Who could have expected THIS?! Young Irvine is breaking out some shoot fighting style moves on the big man! Magog once again takes a knee, lighting up the crowd in the process! Cory pulls and tugs with everything he has because after this, he’ll likely not get another chance! Magog actually shows sings of pain on his face and his attempts to break free are unsuccessfully! Matt Irvine *shouting*: Come on Cory! Don’t slip, don’t break your hold! END IT NOW ... PULL SON, PULL! Cory does what his father asks of him and Magog is feeling the effects. Be that as it may, there is one thing for us all to consider - Magog virtually has everything in his tank left and Cory does not. Showing his massive power, Magog digs in with his legs and begins to lift his arm, with Cory attached - right off the CANVAS! “Rapid” Rick Edison: Holy - ! Cory’s eyes widen as he feels his entire body lift straight up into the air! He is soon above Magog, looking down into the face of the demon. Magog smiles before DRIVING ... and I mean - DRIVING Cory’s body into the canvas with a ONE ARM POWERBOMB! Rattlesnake: Good .. GOD! I have NEVER seen anything like that before! Cory is knocked clear out after the first blow and the match is over - over for everyone BUT Magog. Looking at both TK and XS3 outside the ring, he lifts Cory back up to his feet and clutches him in his hands, smiling. Both TK and XS3 watch on in horror and dismay as Magog BREAKS Cory over his knee for a VICIOUS BACK BREAKER! [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: Snap, crackle ... POP![/glow] Fans begin to scream on in horror as they see Cory go into convolutions. Magog rises again, preparing another strike. Out in the crowd, Cory’s mother screams at his father for him to stop the match, but the noise is far too great and her voice is easily drowned out. Christine: MATT, STOP THE MATCH! STOP THE MATCH! Even so, Matt knows when enough is enough and he tries to bring an end to this horror. Matt Irvine: SPADE! STOP THE MATCH, STOP THE DAMN MATCH! Jonny looks over at his former colleague and agrees. He calls for the bell and that’s it! SAMHAIN WINNER VIA TKO: MAGOG! Magog gets his hand raised in the air by Ref Spade. His attention turns towards TK and XS3 who are now storming the ring to check on Cory. Feeling unsatisfied at tonight’s victory, Magog wants more and would love nothing more than to send a message to the legends of the past.
Clenching his fist, he sends it straight into Irvine’s heart as soon as Spade releases his hand! ~!~CRUNCH~!~ “Rapid” Rick Edison: OH MY LORD! Rattlesnake: What the hell was that BULLSHIT! Now THAT’S uncalled for! Someone needs to stop this man! Matt Irvine: You piece of SHIT! Matt sends a big right hand to Magog’s face but its easily deflected by the World Champ. Even the vengeful and protective actions of a father is not enough to break through Magog’s power. Thunderkiss now goes on the attack, but is instantly cut off by a large wave of security who have infiltrated the ring! Though they contain the two men from exploding upon one another, their words have no such restraint! Thunderkiss: YOU SON OF A BITCH, I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU![glow=yellow,2,300]Magog *laughing*: Can you believe this Imbecile?! Get out of the ring before you get hurt old man![/glow] Thunderkiss: You want to hurt me!? You want to hurt me?! Come on big boy, come hurt me! COME HURT ME! XS3 can only cover his fallen son to protect him from all the chaos in the ring. Bodies of security guards are being flung around as if they were rag dolls, preventing the medical team from getting to Cory. Magog and Thunderkiss are inches away from one another but are somehow miraculously kept apart. Matt Irvine: Cory .... no... [END] CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):Chairman Matheson: Now the Chairman of ACW, Rena now controls the power. Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Fights Magog at Samhain 2033 and is seriously injured. Dan White: Currently has issues with Thunderkiss over Zero’s death. Whereabouts unknown. Jake Cheng: Retired. Now runs a training school in Los Angeles. Jonny Spade: Now ACW’s premier referee, Mr. Spade likes to keep the matches clean. Laureano: The prodigal son of AK and Latino. Currently on the ACW roster and in Magog’s stable. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Crippled by Magog. Princess London: Daughter of the Legendary BK London. Current ACW Woman’s Champion. Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps. Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Is retired and cannot let go of the past. Zero: Deceased.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:50:50 GMT -5
Segment: 2nd Year, Same as the First; a Little Bit Louder and a Little Bit Worse (Credit: Flamingo)
At 19 years old, Adrian Flanagan had already doubled his strength, speed, and comprehension of the Spanish language (which pleased his trainer Blue Panther because he was sick of lowering himself to communicate with his pupil). Heck, he had even started a tan and had almost completed Panther’s course without major injuries. You would think such progress in such a short amount of time would please Adrian’s trainer… you would be wrong. No matter what Adrian did, he should’ve been able to do it faster, with more twists, cleaner, or with more heart than he was showing Panther. Some said that Blue Panther was hard to please… others would say he was just a prick. However, Adrian never seemed to have problems with his over-bearing trainer. No, his problems stemmed from his classmates.
Six months into Panther’s program, Adrian was moved from his private lessons into a large general class of Panther’s advanced students. Now, Adrian was good, but he was nowhere near competing with the advanced students… but in lucha libre it was sink or swim. Most of Panther’s students greeted Adrian with a cold shoulder, but others made their distaste much better known. Specifically, Jorge and Juan Francisco, but they had already graduated to the names of El Hijo del Rojo (the Son of Red) and Abismo Dorado (Golden Abyss). From these two gentlemen alone, Adrian received the majority of black eyes, busted noses, and fat lips that he would receive in his lifetime. Now back then, Adrian didn’t have the eccentric personality that he had today. No, in fact he was quite shy and meek. He never said anything that could possibly offend others, he always minded his manners, but that didn’t really seem to matter to the Francisco Brothers. They had been raised into the world of lucha, whereas Adrian was a rich white boy who had bought his way in. At one point, Adrian had tried to tell Panther about the abuse he was taking on a regular basis, but Panther turned a deaf ear to it. His teacher and classmates had made it very clear to Adrian that he was unwelcomed in their world and he would have to prove to them that he wanted to be there.
Every day, Adrian would wake up in his cramped Mexico City apartment, walk 3 blocks to the gym where classes were held at, and do Panther’s daily drills. After stretching and warming up, Panther would show up and lead the class into various practices. Monday and Wednesday would be grappling, Tuesday and Thursday would be submissions, and Friday would be dives and top rope maneuvers. It was this Friday class that Adrian would make his first enemy in his young career. As Adrian finished stretching out his calf muscles, Panther appeared unceremoniously from the dank Gym’s office. Sporting the same shirt, shorts, and mask as always, Panther slid into the dusty black ring to tell the class to take a seat on the ringside floor. Panther: Today, we’re working on a particular kind of dive that many of you may not be able to pull off – the springboard shooting star press. Now, since most of you may not have the strength to pull of the backflip, one of your fellow students will be on the outside to catch you if things go wrong. Once again, there will not be any pads outside the ring to catch you. You need to rely on your partner to make the save and keep your brains from staining the linoleum floor. Adrian… Rojo… you two are starting off.
Adrian nervously looked across the room to the red masked Rojo who stared back with a smile across his partially visible face. Abismo slapped his brother on the back and waved at Adrian. Adrian slowly stood up and straightened out his white Santo t-shirt and shorts and slowly rolled into the ring as Rojo took his position outside. Panther grew impatient with Adrian’s hesitance and slapped his hands together. Adrian paced around the ring for a second before firmly grabbing the top rope and launching himself upwards. As quickly as he could, Adrian planted both feet on the top rope and launched himself upwards and forwards, tucking his legs in for the backflip. Beautiful execution, but the landing would be something that Adrian would always remember. As he came down, Rojo stood too far to the left and only caught the right half of Adrian, smashing Adrian’s knee against the linoleum floor with a loud THUNK! Adrian cried out in pain as he clutched his leg, Panther rolled out of the ring immediately and shoved Rojo out of the way to take a look.
Panther: It’s not as serious as it feels. You’ll have a limp for a couple of days, but you’ll still be able to work with it. Rojo, help Adrian move to the opposite side of the ring so we can continue.
Silently complying, Rojo did as Panther said with no hesitation. Rojo didn’t say a word to Adrian as he helped him move, but Adrian could’ve sworn he was smiling under his mask. Adrian couldn’t help but feel enraged and insulted that Rojo could’ve even thought about slightly moving intentionally, but knew that his complaints would only fall on deaf ears once again. As Rojo sat Adrian down and rejoined his brother on the opposite side of the ring, Adrian became frustrated with his own thoughts. This entire year down in Mexico has been nothing but him getting spat on, insulted, and beaten by his classmates, and for what? He came from a rich family and he was white? What kind of crap was that? Why should he get flack because he's more financially sound than they are? Just because his family didn't ever attempt to cross borders or sell drugs or whore themselves out, he was the bad guy? His trainer obviously didn’t give a damn about his complaints, so if Adrian wanted something done, he was going to have to do it himself.
As the day went on, more and more of his classmates had their turn at the lesson. Some of them hit the move perfectly and were caught correctly; others botched the flip but were still caught safely. So, it was soon his and Rojo’s turn again. As Adrian got up and slowly limped to his position at the other side of the ring, a moment of inspiration struck him. Outside of the ring, Adrian noticed a bottle of hand sanitizer and the white towel that they use to wipe the sweat off of the ropes with. Before Panther reached down to snatch the towel, Adrian quickly squirted one side of the towel with the hand sanitizer while Panther was answering a question. Before Panther turned back around, Adrian tossed the towel back on the ring apron and slowly continued limping his way into position. Rojo grabbed the top rope with both hands, but Panther stopped him. Panther: Hold on, Rojo. I don’t want you to slip off of the rope and die.
Adrian looked up and smiled at a confused Rojo while Panther wiped down the top rope, not realizing that he had actually made the rope a lot slicker than it already was. Rojo, who was known for his impatience, quickly grabbed the top rope and slingshot himself upwards. If you could see under the plain red mask that was decorated with black flames that covered Rojo’s face, the face you could’ve seen at that time would’ve probably been priceless.
Almost immediately Rojo knew something was wrong, but it was too late. When Rojo planted his feet on the top rope, they shot out behind him causing him to gut himself on the top rope and slam the back of his head on the unprotected ring apron. The gym was silent as blood began to seep out of Rojo’s mask, but it was quickly broken by Abismo running to his brother’s aid, followed by the rest of the class. Panther ordered one of the younger students to call for the medics as he checked Rojo’s breathing. While this was going on, no one thought to watch Adrian as he slowly grabbed the white towel out of the ring, and stuff into the back of his shorts.
The next day, the class was gathered in front of the gym where they were told by Panther and Abismo that Rojo had sustained a heavy concussion and would likely have to pull himself out of training and out of lucha. Adrian faked disappointment as he felt Abismo’s eyes burn a whole into him. Panther, however, stared at Adrian with a different look in his eyes. Adrian wasn’t sure what it was, but he couldn’t help but feel that Panther knew what happened… and he seemed more proud of Adrian than anything.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:52:19 GMT -5
Segment: Don’t worry about it (Credit: Heeeeeeetmahn/Freeeeeeemahn)
Tensions were arising in the Entourage… and one man didn’t want to have a goddamn thing to do with them.
It all started when a man by the name of Jason Freeman joined the seemingly happy little family. However, the little family was suddenly lacking the happy portion of it as Jay Zero voiced his dissentions early on in the game. Rather than abide by the code of neutrality, Zero took it upon himself to show immediate disapproval right in Freeman’s face. Was the group becoming the catalyst for conflicts? Not only did they have to deal with the Senatorial Stable but now they had to shoulder our own unique burdens. With XS3’s problems against Yoko and Thunderkiss’ proverbial bull’s-eye firmly cemented on his back, the last thing the Entourage needed was an internal squabble.
This is what brings us to the present. Freeman had just entered the door and noticed XS3 was the only one dormant within the Entourage locker room. His brief sigh of relief basically told XS3 that he was in no position to argue with Zero once more. At the moment, XS3’s ears were currently occupied with headphones and the sounds of “Determined” by Mudvayne. Right before the sounds of Chad Gray yelling “SO FUCKING DETERMINED!” could once again give XS3 hearing damage, he hit the pause button and looked up at Freeman.
XS3: “Well, well, it’s Jason Freeman. Are you looking for something?”
Freeman: "Well, I need to speak with you for a second.”
XS3 shrugged, not wanting to tell his own stablemate to piss off. XS3 gently set his iPod on the coffee table and wiped some exhaustion from his face, the exhaustion that came with a busy schedule.
XS3: “Hey man, I’m all ears.”
Freeman nodded before making his way over to the other couch and sitting down in it. One sigh later, Freeman told XS3 his story.
Freeman: “It’s about Jay.”
XS3 cocked his head to one side.
XS3: “Yeah, what about him?”
Freeman: “Did you see our match on Monday? I thought we were going to get along for one time only,, and I was prepared to work with him, and then he turns around and attacks me! He cost us the match! I don’t understand what his problem is… What did I ever do to the guy besides beat him at Omega Effect?”
XS3 could sense the sense of betrayal from Freeman’s voice, having been through a lot in the past couple of months.
XS3: “Well, here’s the thing. Jay’s… not really one to let bygones be bygones. I still don’t believe he’s forgiven you for the events of Omega Effect.”
Freeman: “Heh, that much is obvious. You see, I joined the Entourage to make sure I wouldn’t be disrespected but here I am… back to square one, just in a different stable. Don’t get me wrong, everyone else has been really helpful. But Zero’s the one who won’t forget a stupid thing like a match that happened three months ago. If we’re to take over ACW, then we have to work together.”
XS3: “Okay, I get where you’re coming at. You want us all to remain cohesive, a family of sorts. But in every family, there are two relatives that are always guaranteed to fight. The way I see it, you and Zero are like brothers.”
Freeman went to protest, obviously not liking this comparison, but XS3 stopped him.
XS3: “Now hold on. I only say that because brothers will sometimes try to upstage each other to seek approval from their mother or father. I’d know… Parker and I were like that all the time. And the way I see it, the father figure in this sense would have to be the upper echelon that watches ACW with steel eyes. They’re scouting only the best in this company and right now, you two are in a war with each other, trying to get to the top of the ACW food chain. There’s nothing wrong with it but it gets a little tedious at times, know what I mean?”
XS3 was really, REALLY hoping his words would get through to Freeman. Apparently, they did.
Freeman: “Yeah, I get it now. I suppose both of us are just jealous of one another.”
XS3: “It appears that way.”
Freeman: “Well X, I’m not going to let him get to me anymore. I’ve tired up putting up with this stuff all the time. If he tries to get under my skin, I’m just going to shrug him off, and ignore him.”
XS3 had no choice but to smile.
XS3: “Very good.”
Freeman stood up from the couch and extended his hand towards XS3. The Failed Artist faintly grinned before accepting it. XS3 then stood up as well.
XS3: “Well, I suppose I better be off for my match.”
Freeman: “Good luck, man.”
XS3 cracked his knuckles and gave a cheesy thumbs up to Freeman before heading out the door and to the ring. Freeman was left alone in the locker room to reflect on his newfound advice given to him. Would he let Zero get under his skin or would he just ignore the dissention? All of those questions will be answered as time goes on.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:54:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Make A Wish! - Part 1" Credit: T-Kiss Monday September 3rd 12:03 P.M.
Anna Sommers: TK, You have a visitor.
Thunderkiss: Who is this guy?
Anna Sommers: You figure it out, meathead.
[Anna leaves the room, leaving TK and Foster alone. Foster quickly introduces himself.]
William Foster *smiling*: Thank you for giving me some of your time; I know you don’t have much of it.
Thunderkiss: You got that right Billy so if you could cut right to the point ...
[Foster is quickly taken aback at TK’s up front attitude, but quickly adjusts his approach.]
William Foster: Well, we’d like you to spend some time with a gravely sick child by the name of Timmy McDougall. He proclaims he is your number one fan. The kid’s whole room is basically a whole shine made out to you - posters, action figures, T-Shirts ... you name it.
Thunderkiss: How much do I get paid?
William Foster: Well, we were hoping you’d volunteer your time for the young lad.
Thunderkiss: Volunteer, as in do this for “free”?
William Foster: Yes.
Thunderkiss *smiling*: HAH! Give me whatever your smoking Billy because that’s got to be some potent stuff to make you that delusional!
William Foster *disappointed*: Sorry to hear your decision Mr. Thunderkiss. I’ll just have to break the news to poor Timmy.
[Foster walks away from Kiss who goes back to reading the latest issue of Playboy. Catching the entire conversation, his agent, William Charles Wilcox, immediately leaps out of his chair and into the ear of his client!]
W.C.W: What are you doing Kiss?
Thunderkiss: He wanted me to work with some germy kid who’s going to die or something - FOR FREE! Can you imagine that?!
W.C.W.: I know how terrible it all sounds Kiss but lend me your brain for a minute.
[Those reading this, please don’t laugh at the very easy joke that can be made out of the above statement.]
W.C.W.: Listen, people just love it when they see larger than life heroes like yourself take it upon themselves to help the weak and unfortunate! When people see you next to this sick kid, they are going to EAT IT UP! And you know what that means Kiss...
Thunderkiss: Ah, I think I do.
W.C.W. *nodding*: Uh-huh. Sales of TK merchandise will go through the SKY! You know why I didn’t say roof TK? Its because they already ARE! We are going to take your persona and fame to a WHOLE ‘NOTHER LEVEL BABY!
Thunderkiss *shouting*: HEY YOU! GUY WHO OWNS ALL THE SICK KIDS! HOLD UP!
[Thunderkiss runs after Foster and eventually catches him. After a brief exchange of words, Foster walks away a happy man. TK also comes out of this exchange with a smile, but not because of the good of his heart, but for the good of his pocketbook.]
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:57:36 GMT -5
Match 1: Mr. Red vs. Ricky Falcon (Credit: Hunter)
Okay, people, let's do this thing. The match started as any other match would, with a well placed/delivered punch to the gut. This punch comes from the Entertainment Champion to Red, who takes the blow and flies back, recoiling quickly to throw a leg forward at Falcon. Falcon ducked this attempt and threw a few more strikes Red's way, most of which ACW's resident baseball fan was able to block. Sensing that strikes are entirely pointless this early, as they do not weaken opponents enough, Red switches his strategy by charging in at Falcon, lifting him up, and slamming him down with a sloppy spinebuster, which he then turns into a rear naked choke. Falcon stumbles around a bit, but is quickly able to reach the ropes, breaking the hold. The two men rose up and looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity...
And they did that and other things for a few minutes, et cetera, et cetera, until I come back to tell you how much it heated up. Falcon was able to hit an implant DDT/Boston crab combo, but the Red Sox-hating Red grabbed the ropes, pulled himself up, and attempted a very early Cincinnati Swing...which just BARELY misses Falcon. Red then charges in for a moonsault, but Falcon throws him down, stomps on him a few times, and then lifts him up and nails him with a perfect Teardrop Suplex. He attempts to pin Red, but Red kicks out just before the three. The two men struggle to their feet, and then proceed to trade a variety of strikes, until Red breaks this series by viciously dropkicking Falcon, and then by setting him up for (and nailing him with) the Code Red; alas, only a two and a half.
Approaching the end, as they always do in the third paragraph, both men realized that this was going to be their opportunity to end the match for good. Falcon ducked a clothesline from Red and then nailed him with the Pancake Driver to start things off, but Red quickly recovered, struggling slightly to his feet but nevertheless able to pick up Falcon and nail him with the British Fall DDT. Seconds after this, however, Falcon executes his famed Barrel Roll, knocking Red down into a prone position for a pinfall...but alas for Falcon, Red is able to kick out of this. Falcon then climbs up onto the turnbuckle, attempting a moonsault...but Red runs over, slamming his fist into Falcon's back a few times. Falcon drops down and Red puts him into the tree of woe, and then runs at him for the Slide to Home...but Falcon lifts himself up, making Red crash into the pole! Falcon then backflips off the turnbuckle, grabs the newly risen and groggy Red, and looks for the Falcon’s Fury but the ever quick rolls him up in an Inside Cradle to secure a surprise win.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 15:58:43 GMT -5
Segment: So cool, I walk into school, and the numbers on the ruler tell me that I rule (Credit: Zero/Cheng) We are backstage at the ACW arena for Thursday Night Meltdown where we open up to find Kevin Anderson, one of ACW’s two main interviewers. He’s lined up with a dark gray, cold looking cement wall and large plasma screen TV hanging up in the background. There is a metal bars scaffold- set up to the right of Kevin (left for you people watching on) and on his left (your right) we find the former Entertainment Champion, Jay Zero and Stan. [/center] Kevin: Hey there! Kevin Anderson here standing by wi— Zero: Yeah, Yeah! We all know who I am, so cut to the chase here Anderson, I’m not in the mood tonight! [/color] Kevin: Uh—well. Well, last Monday on Warfare you did something. Well, something quite odd in my opinion. Zero: Yeah? [/color] Kevin: I know I didn’t see it coming and I’m sure nobody else did but---in the Light Heavyweight title match between Jake Cheng and Hunter, you got yourself involved! Zero: Oh, really? [/color] Kevin: But instead of attacking Jake….you went for Hunter. Actually, you Cost him the match! Zero: Okay, okay, just hold on Kevin. Considering the facts that…well, one, I was there, and two, it was ME that did it; I believe you’re just telling me everything I already knew. [/color] Kevin looks at Jay and quite frankly, from past experiences with him, he’s intimidated. [/center] Zero: So, got a point? [/color] Kevin: Uh-uh…of…of course! Zero: Good. Make it. [/color] Kevin: Alright. Jay, what exactly made you turn the tables around and attack Hunter? Was it because of that confrontation between you two earlier in the night? Zero: Kev, my decision had nothing to do with that little bump in the hall way. My mind was made up, LONG before that. Honestly, that was just a coincidence. [/color] Kevin: So…why did you do it then? Zero: Heh…it shocks me that you don’t realize this yourself, Kevin Anderson. Strategy Kevin. It was a wise, noble strategic move. [/color] Stan: Gosh, even I knew that. Zero: Oh Stan, don’t mind Kevin. He’s just a bit slower on things than the rest of us, but he tries! But really, the fact of the matter is….I did what I did to Hunter for all the right reasons. Firstly, if Hunter WAS to win that title, what would he bring it home to? Hm? A hot wife? Pft, yeah right. Fame and Fortune? In his dreams. The most that Hunter would bring that title home to is, Senator, FSX, and a bottle of “Washed Up World Champ.” Comprende? [/color] Jay moistens his lips, licking them very quickly but delicately. [/center] Zero: Next off. The man’s already had his fair share with the gold. He’s had his one measly reign with both the Light Heavyweight and World Title—he’s had his partners do all the work for his three tag team title reigns—and he’s had his fair share of golden opportunities. It’s time for the new guys to step in! Out with the old, in with the new, eh, Kev?
I did what I did on Thursday, because there’s no way somebody OTHER THAN me is taking that strap off of Jack Chuang! [/color] Stan: It’s Jake Che-- Zero: I’ve closed the door on the Entertainment Championshp— And yes! It DOES still exist. I’ve closed my door on that and now I’m open for the remaining three to be conquered by yours truly. Soon, I will secure that Light Heavyweight title around my waist, toss the International Title over my shoulder, and laugh in the face of Wyvern when he has found his true match. [/color] Kevin: So you belie— Zero: No matter how long it takes or how many people are torn apart from it – I WILL be a Grand Slam Champion here in ACW. And the rest…the rest is just history, Kev. [/color] Stan: But it’s hard to make history when you keep getting booked in stupid matches. Kevin: Speaking of which, what do you have to say now that your partner Ross Lambert has been ARRESTED?!? Zero: Ugh…Honestly, a bit relieved! First, let me just ask, what the hell have the bookers been thinking? Or is that just the problem? THEY AREN’T! First Freeman cost us that match, getting us counted out! Now I’m paired with Lambert? Pft, I’m glad he was locked up! Good riddance to you! I rather fight this as a handicapped match now instead of having to drag his worthless ass around the ring!
It’s just that lately people have be---[/color] THUMP! Suddenly, a figures jumps out from behind, striking Jay in the back. He stumbles forward, falling to the concrete before Kevin is stuck in-between Jay and the man. Stan jumps in fright, shocked to see Jake Cheng, wielding his Light Heavyweight Title. Jay quickly gets up, stumbling backwards. [/center] Jake: C’MON! YA WANNA PLAY GAMES, JAY?! As Jake goes to sprint forward, Jay cleverly pushes Stan into Jake. Annoyed, Jake pushes Stan aside as it allowed Jay just enough time to escape a bit down the hall way. [/center] Jake: LET’S GO! BRING YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW! Zero: Hahaha! No problem Chank! You’re welcome for the win! Hah Hah! [/color] Jay continues backing down the hall as Stan and Kevin somewhat barricade Jake away. Jake pretends to swing the title, sending the two scampering away like bugs. The scene begins to fade with an angry Jake Cheng. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:00:06 GMT -5
Segment: The growing storm (Credit: Echo/AK) "In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king." ---Meat Loaf It’s all systems go backstage tonight; the corridors are busy as the next portion of the show commences, and the scene shifts rapidly to one of the many locker rooms.
Inside, a new and interesting tag pairing is getting itself collectively organised. The locker room belongs to the ever-intriguing Echo; she is pulling on her gloves and mentally running through her pre-match exercises in her head. To one side, Alicia Laureano fiddles with a loose eyelet on one of her boots; she grumbles a little to herself, but decides that it will do for the purposes required this evening.
As Alicia stands up straight again, she absent-mindedly watches as Echo puts on a little extra cinnamon scent.Alicia: So, to recap; our strategy is straightforward, we switch frequently, work out which of our opponents is the better proposition and then isolate them. Nothing too earth-shattering, but we should probably keep it simple since this is our first match together. Echo: Not a problem. We agree that if you’re switching to me, you’ll try to part with a distracting move or a trip so that I can get straight in and do damage, right? Alicia: Right. And if you get an opportunity to floor someone but it’s not strong enough for a cover, you’ll tag me and I’ll break out one of the ol’ high altitude specials. Echo indicates her agreement with a nod.Echo: You please the crowd, I'll bust the heads. Sounds like a plan. Alicia stretches; she feels surprisingly relaxed, it hardly feels like a first tag match at all. She cautions herself inwardly that she might still be riding high from her recent tag success elsewhere; and if there’s one thing she can be sure of with Jay Zero and Ross Lambert, it’s that they’ll mercilessly exploit any hint of weakness.
Rolling her shoulder a couple of times, her eyes travel to the clock on the wall, and she remembers abruptly that she has a brief appointment to keep.Alicia: Ok, then… I promised Charlotte a few words before the match, so if it’s ok with you I’ll just go and deal with that now. I’ll catch up with you at the entrance. Echo: All right... Echo’s tone is slightly distant, but Alicia is not caught off guard; she recognises the subtle signs of her partner beginning to enter her “match state”. Given that she knows how fired up Echo gets just before and during a match, it’s perhaps best that Alicia gives her this time to herself, and she slips out of the room, closing the door gently.
If Alicia had looked behind her, she would have seen that Echo has been watching her entire exit. Her head remains turned towards the door, eyes unreadable but peculiar intense, until it swings shut again, and even then she turns back to the mirror slowly.
Pursing her lips, she eyes her mirror image up one side and down the other before tentatively addressing it.Echo: Well...it's a start. Maybe if... Not really caring about the cameras nor the audience, Echo lets that thought trail off and leans forward, resting her forehead against the mirror's cool surface and letting her eyelids slide closed. Whatever kind of storm is going on inside her mind, she is clearly not going to let it out for us to see, like most everything else about her. Still, it's not hard to see that Echo's troubled...whether about the match, or the problems that seemed to have plagued her forever, or most disturbingly, something entirely apart, it is impossible to tell.Echo: ...I'll work on it. She nods, as much as one can nod when leaning forward like that, and in the split second before Echo straightens we see it for the first time.
It happens so quickly there's barely time to register the flitting image, and indeed many miss it outright. Even for the astute, there's no time to make out details; a flash of crimson and sable is all that one can make out in the mirror's sheen, and then tranquility.
Echo sees nothing in the mirror as she stands up, grabbing her niqab and turning towards the door. Her deep blue eyes are set straight ahead of her, and though the rest of her is cold, right down to the breath sliding rhythmically in and out of her lungs, the eyes alone betray what lies beneath in the way they burn.
Perhaps "burn", though, is not the proper word. A more eloquent observer, likely, would say that they smolder.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:00:52 GMT -5
Segment: Koala Bear Infestation (Credit: Hunter / Stark)
As we return from the commercial break, we once again find ourselves following the ever-cocky Andrew Hunter through the ACW hallways. His trek, however, is cut rather short the moment that he turns the hallway and almost runs into, of all creatures, OLYMPIA. The two of them stare at each other for a moment, and then Hunter smirks.
Hunter: Hi.
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OLYMPIA: *flexes*
Hunter: Oh come on, like that's supposed to frighten ME!? I, the single most dominant wrestler in the history of wrestling history? And who are you? You're nothing, a pathetic waste of spandex and a Chuck Norris wanna---
OLYMPIA: *flexes*
And Hunter gets knocked back into the wall, looking up slowly, completely shocked.
OLYMPIA: *thumbs up*
And following this, OLYMPIA throws a brand spankin' new OLYMPIA t-shirt Hunter's way, and then turns and disappears witha swish of his heroic cape. Hunter is simply left laying on his ass, staring frighteningly into nothingness.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:01:50 GMT -5
Match 2: Echo and Alicia Kitsune vs Jay Zero (Credit: XS3)
With Lambert abandoning Zero, the match essentially became a handicap match as you might have obviously read in the match title. Echo opted to start off against Zero, who entered a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Zero followed into a rear waistlock takedown which was broken up after an elbow shot by Echo. Zero stumbled to his feet and was hit with a quick midsection kick before being whipped off the ropes. Zero jumped up to avoid a drop toe hold and hit Echo with a quick elbow drop. AK reached out for a tag on Echo, who was picked up and whipped off the ropes by Zero. She ducked under a clothesline and bounced back, getting a blind tag from AK. Oblivious to the tag, Zero caught Echo around the waist in a wheelbarrow position. However, AK entered the ring and went for a drop toe hold on Zero. At the same time, Echo leapt up and delivered a bulldog, using the momentum from AK to help complete the move. AK pinned but only received a two count.
From there, the offence became heavy as Hunter likes to frequently put it. After an inverted atomic drop and a DDT by AK, she headed up to the top, looking for a moonsault. However, Zero rolled out of the way at the very last second, causing her to crash and burn to the canvas. Zero followed up with an arm wrench into an elbow stamp then finished the combo with a spinning heel kick for a two count. Zero then picked up AK and hit a snapmare and followed with a stiff kick. Zero then took his time applying a Mexican surfboard stretch but the taunting allowed AK to fight out of it and hit a leg drop. AK then went to tag out to Echo but Zero didn’t have any of that. He quickly grabbed AK’s leg and dragged her back to the center of the ring. He finally managed to apply the Mexican surfboard stretch, amidst to booing from the crowd. Echo eagerly anticipated a tag, which seemed possible after AK miraculously backflipped out of the hold and brought up Zero with a three quarter facelock. A Fox Flip then allowed AK to finally tag out to Echo.
Echo then entered the ring and scored some lightning fast kicks, finishing with a Abisegiri. Echo wasn’t done yet, folks. She dropped down and applied the Rapid Fire with bootscrapes that would’ve made Zero cry out for his face. Zero was then hit with a snap uranage and was ready to be hit with the Lacrimosa. However, Zero caught her when she tried the move and powerbombed her harshly to the canvas. Suddenly, Zero grabbed AK by the hair and threw her into the ring. He taunted the crowd before choosing to apply the Blinded Faith. However, Echo was up and she took down Zero with a harsh Take 2 Nap. AK went behind Zero and hit a Shockwave, sending him bouncing up to the canvas. Zero was stunned on his knees and Echo went behind and cinched in the Monophobia, bridging for even more pain. With nowhere to go, Zero was forced to tap out.
Winners: Alicia Kitsune and Echo
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:02:13 GMT -5
Segment: NO WAI! O RLY (Credit: Jay Zero) The screen fades in from black to find Stan the Camerman laying with his eye lids sealed shut on the couch. His head lolled to one side of his body, feet up on the coffee table, and drool dribbling down from his bottom lip, Stan is clearly asleep. The door opens from the bathroom and out comes Jay Zero, all washed up and replenished after the physically brutal handicapped match he just had to face after partner Ross Lambert getting himself arrested. He steps out with a towel wrapped around his neck, sporting an Entourage t-shirt and some dark yet slightly faded blue jeans. His hair dripping wet, he looks a lot different than normal.
Jay finds Stan passed out on the couch and finds the closet object near him; an unopened Pepsi can. Pepsi Zero to be exact… Jay grips the can in a fist and shakes it up a bit. Gently allowing a smile to form, he tosses the can, hitting Stan right in the shoulder on the way down. [/center] Stan: Son of a! Stan jumps up in fright, swatting his arms rapidly in the air believing he was under attack. He finds the lone soda can and looks back to find Jay walking over to the bar area. [/center] Stan: Wha—What are you doing? Zero: What am I doing? What are you doing, Stan? Sleeping on the job?! [/color] Stan: Oh…oh, no. I just needed a quick little power nap. Jay looks through the mini fridge, but to no avail. “Ugh” grunts Jay as he can’t find a single thing to drink. Stan looks around, as if he was confused as to where he was. He looks at the Pepsi can before deciding he’s a bit thirty. Not thinking, but then of course it IS Stan, he clicks open the top and out comes Pepsi in mist form, spraying all over him and the leather couch. [/center] Stan: Shit. He quickly puts the can down on the coffee table, wiping the soda on his arms off on the couch. [/center] Zero: So Stan, are you ready? [/color] Curious, he glances over at Jay. [/center] Stan: For what? Zero: Oh, well lately you haven’t been really saying much to me. Soo.. [/color] Jay throws the towel over his head, running it through his hair rapidly to dry it a bit as he walks near Stan. [/center] Zero: I thought you’d start spilling a little secret or two. It IS what I hired you for. [/color] Stan: Oh…. Suddenly, Stan looks kind of nervous. Jay doesn’t notice the facial expression as there is a large white towel covering his eyes. [/center] Zero: Yeah, so, c’mon. What do you have about Jake for me? [/color] Stan: Well, um… It begins to seem like Stan is stalling. Jay realizes by the tone of Stan’s voice that something’s up. He pulls the towel down and pushes the hair from his eyes. [/center] Stan: Let’s see….there’s always---um. Jake is. Uh—he doesn’t like…no…um.. There’s a silent pause as Stan has to think for a minute, gulping down a very twisted tongue that isn’t allowing him to talk. [/center] Stan: Jake’s-always-been-deathly-afraid-of-cats……. Zero: …Cats? [/color] Stan: Mhmm….Four legged felines. Um…little kittens. Yup, he just hates those kitty cats! Zero: So…Jake hates pussies? [/color] Stan: No, cats! Zero: Cats? [/color] Stan: Yes, cats! Zero: Hmm…[/color] Stan’s eyes seem to glance back and forth, as if there was something to be nervous about. He then gets up and grabs his camera. [/center] Stan: But uhh, I gotta run. There’s some—boy in…the well. That I—uh…Need to tape. Zero: A what in a well? [/color] Stan: See ya! And just like that, Stan swiftly sneaks out of the room, trying to avoid something that he obviously made known. Jay thinks right past it though as his face scrunches up. [/center] Zero: ……..Cats?!? [/color] The scene begins to fade out, leaving Jay to think about his discovering all by himself. Could he be on to something here? End[/center]
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:02:31 GMT -5
Segment: “Make A Wish! - Part 2" Credit: T-Kiss
[Timmy McDougall is excited beyond belief and honestly, who can blame him? It’s not every day you get to meet your idol, of course. All weekend long he couldn’t sleep waiting for this moment and now its finally here. The mastermind behind this meeting is the Make A Wish Foundation’s very own William Foster, who stands at Timmy’s side as he awaits for the arrival of Thunderkiss. Foster looks down at his watch and becomes worried and frustrated at TK’s lateness, but then breathes a sigh of relief as he watches his limo enter the arena parking garage and pull up beside him. As the door pops open and the Worldbreaker steps out, Timmy’s jaw drops in disbelief.]
William Foster: Thunderkiss, I would like to introduce you to your greatest fan, Timmy McDougall.
Little Timmy McDougall: Hi.
Thunderkiss: Uh, hello ... there. *whispering* what’s this kid got again?
William Foster: He has
Little Timmy McDougall: You’re my favorite wrestler in the WHOLE WORLD!
[Timmy charges Thunderkiss to give him a hug, causing TK to go into a tizzy. He leaps back and places both hands in front of him to ensure Timmy cannot get near. Perplexed, Timmy looks at TK as he doesn’t understand his ignorant and unappropriated behavior.]
Thunderkiss *shouting*: NO! STAY AWAY! Get back!
Little Timmy McDougall: Whatsa’ matter Mistah Thunderkiss?
Thunderkiss: Alright look kid, we are going to have some rules here ok? Rule number one, stay at least a couple of feet away from me at all times because I don’t want to catch your thingamabob. Follow me?
[Little Timmy nods his head yes.]
Thunderkiss: Good!
[Enraged at TK’s behavior, William Foster can no longer contain himself and blurts out his feelings in front of all.]
William Foster: See, this is why we should have asked Steve Phillips.
Little Timmy McDougall: No! I hate The Senator! He’s stupid!
[And with those words, TK gains a new little friend. He steps back towards Timmy and looks down at him with a newfound sense of respect.]
Thunderkiss: You hate The Senator?
Little Timmy McDougall: Yeah! He’s old and boring!
Thunderkiss: Kid, you’re all right! Come on, let me show you around! Hey, you want to know something else about Steve Phillips?
Little Timmy McDougall: What?
Thunderkiss: He smells bad too!
[Timmy giggles. Together they walk into the arena and the only thing Foster can do is sigh in dismay at how this whole ordeal is going. “Lord only knows what TK will do with the kid”, he thinks to himself. Be that as it may, it *IS* Timmy’s wish, and he must respect that.]
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:03:02 GMT -5
Segment: Howdy ho, it's Weasel Stomping Day! (Credit: Hitman)
The events leading up to a match between two of ACW's finest have only inspired them to work even harder. And now, just days before facing Yoko Satoshi, XS3 must speak his mind for one last time before heading into his match with fate.
The camera slowly fades to the hallways. The crowd begins to boo as they see XS3 on the camera. Currently decked out in a black Mudvayne t-shirt and his ring attire, the sunglasses on his head hide his eyes from "the cold, uncaring world" as he sometimes call it.. As he walks down the hall, his pants drag across the floor and his eyes beneath his shades tell a story of depression. Was Yoko right in what she said? Could XS3 be heading into what may be the final match of his career?
As we fade back to the arena, "Constant Motion" plays and the crowd stands to their feet with negativity towards The Failed Artist. Soon enough, XS3 walks out from the back. Some fans outstretch their hands but XS3 opts not to respond with the high fives he was once known to hand out. XS3 then slides into the ring and requests for a mic. His request is granted as he puts his hands into his pocket and sighs. He raises the microphone to his mouth and speaks to the crowd. A message will soon be delivered.
XS3: "This past month has been firmly cemented into my mind for all of the remaining days of my life. When I was at home taping those video camera promos you all have seen, I began to doubt myself and my abilities. Despite what you have seen on camera, I was ready to break down because of the challenges I am to receive in the near future. Nevertheless, I will go forth with these challenges to take pride in my work. The two challenges I must tackle are challenges that I need no assistance with. As much as I love being in the Entourage, I don't need anyone to assist me when I progress further with my career here in ACW. These two challenges consist of Yoko Satoshi and Emperor of the Ring. So if you got a minute, listen up!"
A few scattered jeers are heard here and there. For XS3, it's just another day at the crazy office known affectionately as ACW. XS3 removes the sunglasses from his head, showing newfound determination in his eyes.
XS3: "First of all, this goes out to Ms. Yoko Satoshi. You seem to be getting on the Entourage's bad side as of recent or so I've noticed. You didn't opt to let the struggle against Jay go that easily, eh? Then, Thunderkiss decides to have his way with you. Wow, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're letting us get under your skin, Yoko. I will admit one thing; despite everything that has happened to you in these past couple of months, you sure know how to handle yourself. And I'm not joking. Most people would've been done a long time ago if they found out their girlfriend cheated on them and were then taken under the wing of a cold, ruthless psychopath. Nonetheless, it matters not who has the upper hand for our match. All I can say is that the Entourage will lead to your inevitable downfall, whether it's me, Zero or TK. You've chosen to hide your past by aligning with Starkweather but are you still going to continue backpedaling wildly just to remain on top? I can only hope someone saves you before you decide to butcher another human being again, I really do."
The crowd senses a feeling of truth behind XS3's voice, almost like he has been in Yoko's shoes and walked the same path towards destruction. Though others want to think otherwise, that might be a possible case for the XS3/Yoko match.
XS3: "Now, onto the Emperor of the Ring… So far, all of the first round contenders have been merely reduced to pretenders. Now all that remain are some of ACW's finest athletes. We have Andrew Hunter, Jay Zero, Yoko Satoshi, Jason Freeman, Adrian Flamingo, The Senator, Fallen Souls and myself. That's not a shabby list if I do say so myself… Although it would be better if it wasn't tainted with the presence of the Senatorial Scumbags. Granted, they too have been dealing with a lot… But in all honesty, who cares what happens to them? I wouldn't mind if they dropped off the edge of the earth and faded into obscurity where they belong but hey, that's just me and my crazy state of mind. Oh well, if I can get past the second round, there will be no stopping my momentum heading into the Emperor of the Ring event. And if and when I reach the finals, I will prove to all of you why seven years of working my ass off to get to the top is a lot better than relying on a political status in order to get over."
The comment gets XS3 some considerable heat but the Failed Artist cares not.
XS3: "And thus, that is why we're all here. This is why we're dueling on a dangerous battlefield where no one can trust anyone. Let me cut right to the chase, though: I know what I will accomplish this month. Yoko, not only will I prove that you're a has been but if you decide to back down from ACW, you are no loss for us nor were you ever a gain to begin with. And to anyone involved with Emperor of the Ring, remember that I'm ready for a fight any day of the week. And if anyone wants to do it on any of 'their terms', they know exactly where to find me. And that, my misguided friends, is not fate nor is it destiny…"
XS3 flashes one of his trademark smirks before bringing the mic back up to his mouth.
XS3: "…It's just the way it is."
After stating his case, XS3 sets the mic down on the canvas and exits the ring through the first and second rope. As he heads up the ramp, XS3 listens to the jeers and taunts from the fans but wisely chooses to shrug it off instead of invoking a confrontation. The Failed Artist finally makes his way up to the stage but pauses. He turns around and gives off another smirk to the audience before heading to the back. The crowd is then left with nothing to do but react to the next segment and/or match.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:03:35 GMT -5
Segment: Bloody Hell (Credit: Yoko / Thunderkiss)
What do you get the man who has it all?
Not a lantern, that’s for sure.
Yoko drops a box off at the Entourage locker room, and knocks on the door. She isn’t missing this one. She hides just around the corner.
Mr. Kiss himself answers the knock. After not seeing anyone, the package catches his eye. He picks it up with suspicion and opens it. Inside is a note, which he reads aloud, almost as if he knew someone was listening.
It reads as follows:
Dear Thunderstriker
Roses are red, This present is too, You played headgames with me, So this tampon’s for you.
…TAMPON?
He reaches in, and sure enough, pulls out a sickeningly fresh bloody tampon, most definitely removed from Yoko’s nether regions.
But he isn’t repulsed like she assumed he would be.
He runs it underneath his nose, smelling it, and then takes it inside with him.
Perhaps…Perhaps he was serious last week after all.
End Segment.
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