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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:04:05 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #95 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
March 5th, 2006 Okinawa, Japan Yuki’s Room
It’s time.
Sarin: No way.
I…I said it’s time.
Yoko: No way.
But it-
Yuki: It’s totally time.
Yoko: You’re joking.
Yuki: Nope!
Sarin: You’re serious?
Yuki: Yes. Mr. Fancy Dan wants to meet me, take me to America, and let me into his gang as his righthand. He’s one of a few guys who works for Mercer Stanton directly. All you two have to do is meet him in my place, and beat the information out of him.
Sarin: When will he be here?
Yuki: In four days. The 9th.
Sarin: Plenty of time to prepare, find and tell Jinx, and even rest.
Yoko: You did really great, Yuki. Without you, we couldn’t have gotten this far.
Yuki: I’m just doing my job on the team, that’s all.
Yoko ruffles Yuki’s hair playfully.
The end is in sight.
To Be Continued…
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:04:27 GMT -5
Match 3: Scott Andrews vs XS3 (Credit: Jason Freeman)
{OOC Note: Sorry guys, yeah...this match was late...but to make up for it, and because it is Scott's last match, it is now...FULL LENGTH! YEAH! So enjoy. Oh, but no entrances...those are annoying.)
Scott and XS3 begin to advance towards each other…as the bell rings. Scott puts his arms up, inviting X to lock up with him, and X does so. X advances and locks arms with Scott, and the two go into a test of strength. X tries to get a headlock locked in on Scott, but Scott backs X up into the ropes, before shoving him off. X goes forward, and tries to rebound with a clothesline. Scott however, counters into a nice judo hip toss, and goes right into a grounded headlock. XS3 isn’t yet weakened, and he is able to get onto his feet. This time it’s X’s time to back Scott into the ropes, and shove him off. Scott rebounds off the ropes, and now X takes Scott down with a spinning side kick. Scott hits the ground, and X covers…1….Scott kicks out. They both get up, and stare each other down, the crowd getting behind Scott. They lock up once again, and this time Scott leans down, grabbing X’s legs, and getting behind him…knocking him down on his stomach. Scott tries to lock a single leg crab in on X, but X kicks his leg back, and Scott moves back a bit. X gets back up to his feet, and hits Scott with a punch. Scott returns this with a middle kick. X bends over, and Scott goes for another kick. He hits it, and X backs up. Scott begins to fire up, hitting a mixture of kicks and punches to X. He hits a hip toss, and X hits the ground. X begins to get up, and Scott bounces off the ropes before hitting a spinning wheel kick, hitting X hard. Scott goes for a cover…1….2….Kick out by X.
Scott gets up, and so does X. Scott moves forward, and goes for a dropkick, but is surprised, when X moves out of the way, and as Scott hits the ground, X hits an elbow drop on top of him. X then quickly grabs Scott, pulls him up to his feet, before dropping him down with a double underhook DDT. X stays sitting on the ground for a second, having taken control of the match, before he gets to his feet. Scott begins to get up, and X hits a knee to his ribs, before connecting with a punch that takes Scott into the corner. X advances forward towards him, and hits him with a chop to the chest. Scott however, is awakened by this chop, and returns fire, hitting X with an even harder chop. X bends over clutching his chest, but then surprises Scott by ramming his shoulder into Scott’s ribs. This causes Scott to bend over, and X straightens up. X grabs Scott’s head, and slams him backwards into the turnbuckle. Scott falls forward, and X grabs him, hitting a complete shot…the combo has got Scott down, and he seems to be stunned.
X stands over Scott, hoping that he can get him put weakened sufficiently to stop any possibility of a comeback, he looks like he is going to go for the cover, but he decides against it. He lifts up Scott…he leans him against the ropes, hoping that he is going to be stunned enough for X to hit him with something…but as X runs towards Scott, Scott recovers a bit, and manages to hit a Gamengiri! X hits the ground, and Scott rolls him over into a pin….1…..2….and X kicks out. Scott gets up, and because X is still on the ground, Scott is able to hit a shining elbow. He hits another one, and then Scott makes a shooting taunt at X, before hitting a third elbow. He pins again…1…2….and X kicks out once again.
Scott lifts X up off of the ground, and goes for a fisherman’s suplex, but all of a sudden, X manages to break the grip. He hits a punch to the ribs to stun Scott, and all of a sudden lifts him up in suplex position! All of a sudden X hits Scott with the Final Fate! He doesn’t even bother going for the pin…and he waits for a bit to regain some energy. He then begins to stomp on Scott, the crowd booing. X hits intense stomps over and over again, and then hits an elbow drop. X notices Scott isn’t moving much, and he quickly goes to the turnbuckle. He poses for a second, before leaping off for a diving body splash, but all of a sudden, Scott rolls out of the way to great cheers! X hits the ground hard, and Scott gets to his feet. Scott is obviously annoyed by the fact that X has been getting most of the offense in, and he is ready now to strike back. X slowly begins to get up clutching his stomach, and Scott looks to the crowd. The crowd cheers, and Scott gets fired up! X reaches his feet and turns, only to be met with a flurry of punches, kicks, and chops! X is being pushed backwards, until he reaches the turnbuckle, and he has nowhere to go! Scott’s flurry of strikes renders X helpless, and the referee tries to get Scott to break. Scott irish whips X into the opposite turnbuckle, and charges after him hitting him with a clothesline! X stumbles forward groggily, only to be irish whipped back to the other turnbuckle. Scott now charges forward and nails X with a hard shining wizard into the turnbuckle. The impact is brutal, and X flops forward onto the mat, as Scott pins. 1 . . . 2 . . . And X kicks out. Even though X isn’t out of the match, he was hit hard, and is in no position to fight back…Scott raises X to his feet, hits him with a kick to the ribs, and then lifts him up for a fisherman’s suplex. He nails the move and goes for the pin…1….2…Kick out. Scott has taken control of the match, and he slows down a bit, now stomping X. X begins to stand, and Scott helps him, by lifting him up further. Scott goes to irish whip X, but when X hits the ropes, he hooks his arms around them, stopping himself, as Scott goes for a dropkick and this the ground. X tries to run forward, but Scott gets the best of him again, and jumps, hitting a hurricanrana. X hits the ground, and Scott gets up and raises his arm into the air. X grabs the ropes, and tries to get up. He turns around, and Scott goes forward, but X kicks him in the ribs. He hooks his arm, looking for a DDT, but Scott shoves X off, and X goes into the turnbuckle. Scott runs forward, looking for a clothesline, but X raises his leg and kicks Scott in the head, causing him to turn. X then gets to the toprope, and jumps off hitting a bulldog, which he calls the Ralph Klein Special. Scott lies on the ground, as X gets up…giving Scott maybe too much time to recover before he does anything.
X lifts Scott off of the ground, hoping to stop the offense that Scott had acquired, and regain the momentum. Scott, who has just taken a hard hit, is seemingly stunned, and so X lifts him up into a torture rack position looking for the Burning Cradle, and then he spins him, but all of a sudden Scott, slips out of his grip and lands on his feet on the ground. X moves forward, but Scott grabs him by the head, and chucks him over the top rope. X flips to the outside, and lies on the ground for a second, before getting to his feet, and turning around…right in time to see Scott flying over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha that hits its mark perfectly, knocking X to the ground. Scott gets up and a bit later, so does X. The two begin to punch each other, brawling on the outside. Scott gets X backed up, but then X manages to grab Scott, and slam his head into the steel steps. X goes on the offense with a punch flurry, and then tries to DDT Scott onto the mat, but Scott reverses, and manages to hit a northern lights suplex to X right onto the steel steps! The crowd goes erupts into a mix of cheers and “ooh”’s…, as Scott gets up, and picks up X, and throws him into the ring. He goes for the pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . KICK OUT!
Scott looks a bit annoyed as X kicks out, but he isn’t going to stop there. This match isn’t over yet. Scott goes over to X’s legs, and he successfully locks X into a single leg crab! Scott drags X into the middle of the ring, locking in the pressure, as X clenches his fists in pain, trying as hard as he can to reach the ropes! Scott continues to increase pressure, trying, even if he can’t make him submit, to weaken him. The crowd is behind Scott, cheering for him, but X is making his way to the ropes. Scott tries to pull X back to the center, but it is too late. X grabs the ropes…and the ref tells Scott to break the hold, Which he does. Scott backs up, as X begins to get to his feet…and now Scott charges forward, looking for the lariat of respect. X manages to duck, however, and Scott goes past him, before spinning around going for the Headshot, a move that he doesn’t use very often anymore! If it had hit it surely would have been, over but X manages to duck once again. Scott spins around, and X grabs him, hitting a spinning spinebuster! He rolls over into the pin… 1 . . . 2 . . . No! X rolls over, tired out, and lies on the ground, as does Scott…both of them having trouble getting up. Scott had dominated most of the match, but X had been resilient refusing to give up. X had not been an easy opponent either, hitting many powerful moves. The match is close, and the fans are totally into it. All of them are behind Scott, and they cheer and clap for him to reach his feet. Although X was the one who did the move, it took a lot out of both of them, and they both begin to reach their feet at the exact same time. X gets to his feet a second before Scott, but as he turns, he sees Scott on his feet as well.
Both men advance towards each other…they are both tired, but they know that the end must be near. They are both ready to do anything they can…and all of a sudden, Scott goes forward, trying to get behind X and hit the “AA” driver. X sees it coming however, and he turns, grabbing Scott around the waist, obviously going for the Closing Moment. Scott however, reaches his hands over X’s shoulder, and clubs him in the back. He then turns him around, and gets him in pumphandle position! He lifts him up, but X slips behind him. He bounces backwards off of the ropes, and charges forward. As Scott turns, X goes for the Shadow Step! Scott JUST gets out of the way, and X stumbles forward, hitting the ground from his own momentum. He then quickly gets back to his feet, turns around, and runs forward again. Scott runs forward as well, both having the same thought on their mind. They go for a lariat, and neither one is disappointed, as they both connect. Unfortunately it knocks both of them down. The ref looks at both of them before beginning a 10 count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . Both men begin to stir now. X grabs his neck and rolls over towards the ropes, to try to use them to pull him up, but the energy seems to have left his body. He stays on the ground unable to get up even using the ropes. Scott rolls over onto his stomach, trying to push himself up, but he is weak as well, and has just as little luck as X. 6 . . . 7 . . . By now they are both starting to get off the ground. X has pulled himself up an inch, and is using as much as energy as he can to try to get up, knowing that he wants a win, not a draw. Scott is trying to get up to his knee, and seems to be about to make it up. 8 . . . 9 . . . At the same time, X manages to finally stand, and Scott gets off his knees and stands as well. Both men try to regain some energy, and X, thinking that this is his chance, uses as much energy as he can to run forward, trying to hit Scott with a clothesline. He can’t break into a full run because he is worn out, and Scott sees it coming, and slips behind X. He then hits a half nelson suplex, landing X hard on his stomach. X rolls over in pain, and now is lying on his back…near the turnbuckle. Scott rests against the ropes. He needs time to recover. Eventually he is able to do so. He looks around. He looks to the turnbuckle. And then he looks to the crowd. They begin to cheer! They know what’s coming! Scott has trouble reaching the top rope, but after a struggle he manages. He stands tall on the top rope, and the crowd goes wild! Scott soaks in the crowd, not noticing that in the ring…X is beginning to get up. X notices what Scott is about to do, and he has to stop him! Scott raises his hand, about to motion shooting the gun to his head…before jumping with the suisault, but all of a sudden he senses the motion of X, who is beginning to climb up to the top rope as well. Scott turns, right in time to get a punch in the face from X.
The two men trade punches on the top rope, both of them teetering…dangerously close to falling off. Both men know that if they fell, it could be over. X hits an elbow to the face of Scott, and for a second, Scott is stunned. X begins to set up Scott for a superplex! X gets Scott’s arm over his head, and tries to lift Scott up for the superplex...but Scott holds onto the ropes and refuses to be lifted. All of a sudden, Scott hits a knee to the stomach of XS3, who bends over. Scott grabs him, and gets him in a double underhook…! The fans star to go wild, knowing that he’s going for The High Street Massacre (Double underhook Canadian Destroyer)! The fans erupt in cheers and stand up! It is at that moment, when Jay Zero comes from the crowd, and tries to jump over the barricade…the ref turns around, to stop him from interfering in the match, and Jay looks like he’s about to climb onto the apron. At that time, XS3 manages to get out of the double underhook and slip out of Scott’s grasp to the floor. While the ref is dealing with Zero, X hits a hard right hand right to the groin of Scott…Scott bends over in pain, and X grabs him, and pulls him off the turnbuckle into an inside cradle! There is a loud thud, and the ref turns away from Zero, to see the pin! He gets down and counts… 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Phillip:Here is your winner, X...S…3!
As XS3’s theme song hits the speakers, the fan begin to boo at his tactics for winning! The match had been amazingly competitive, but because of the distraction by Zero, X managed to get the cheap victory! X rolls out of the ring, and celebrates, Zero joining him now, as Scott reaches his feet, looking irate at the ending of the match! He looks at X with anger in his eyes, but then he turns away. The crowd cheers Andrews for his efforts in the match, and he focuses on that…basking in the cheers of the crowd, as the camera fades out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:05:18 GMT -5
Segment: A Threat (Going to be) Made Good (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from one of ACW’s many commercial breaks(we need money!), Senator Steve Phillips is seen in Chairman Gingerdude’s office, and from the looks of things, neither individual is very pleased with the situation, Phillips having removed his sports coat and Gingerdude having risen to his feet, is pacing around, a sure sign of trouble.
Gingerdude: I have told you time and time again, I want that title defended!
The Senator: I do wonder how you expected me to do that with a match already scheduled for practically every time I step into this building!
Gingerdude: Not my concern how you get it, just that you do. And you do need to defend it.
Senator: As much as I would love to, it happens to be your own idiotic booking that prevents me from doing so, you pathetic British imbecile!
Gingerdude: Intolerable. I will not stand for being insulted in my office. Get out, and don’t return until you grow up.
Senator: You think that was bad, you think that was an insult? Well, perhaps you just need to see the dentist, and get that ManUre out from between those two enormous ears of yours so you can hear some REAL insults, Brit!
Gingerdude: This is behavior unbecoming for an ACW employee, let alone a United States Senator. Figures, however, that you would be representative of the rest of you Yanks…
Senator: You think? Well, if you so please, I have no problem recreating the Battle of New Orleans…on your face!
Phillips throw his fist down on Ginger’s desk, and smashes his nameplate in the process, and turns back to face the Chairman, who looks seven kinds of shocked, before he speaks again.
Gingerdude: Calm down. I suppose that you left me no other choice, since it is obvious that you do not care about being ejected, fined, or whatever. Instead, I will, next Monday, show that one last segment from the hospital, you know, your grand escape, the deal that the hospital officials, that the Senate, and news media have been bugging me about to show.
Senator: You would hardly dare!
Ginger: You don’t know what I would dare, and if you leave now, I’ll even be magnanimous enough to let you stick around for your match. Have a nice day.
Steve Phillips now takes his turn to display utter shock, reacting to the last statement, he shakes his head, and with a flourish, turns on a heel, exiting the room, muttering one last statement as he does so…
Senator: Just like Stanton…
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:07:35 GMT -5
Segment: 666 Conducer (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras return from commercial, Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson is adjusting his navy blue sports coat and white dress shirt. After one more check on his appearance, Anderson looks towards the camera and flashes a big smile to the viewing audience at home and in attendance.
Anderson: “Hello ACW fans, Kevin “The Scoop” Anderson here, and I’m backstage in the locker rooms to find the man who everyone thinks has the best shot to take the Emperor of the Ring crown, Adrian Flamingo! Unfortunately, Adrian has made himself rather scarce around these parts anymore. Reports from our road agents say that Adrian shows up for his match and then leaves immediately after it’s over! Well, here we are, moments before Adrian’s match with Jason Freeman for advancement in the Emperor of the Ring Tournament, and he’s nowhere to be found!”
When a man grows up and decides that he doesn’t have what it takes to be a professional wrestler, there are many alternatives for him. He can put on a wacky suit, pick out a foreign object, and become a loudmouth manager for the kids at home to hate. He can put on the zebra stripes and get a front row seat to the action as a referee. Last but not least, he can decide to show his knowledge of the business and become a commentator. The problem with being a commentator, though, is that you have to earn your stripes by being a backstage correspondent first. The life of a correspondent is hell. They get yelled out, they get assaulted, they get embarrassed, and they have to deal with real pricks… just like Kevin was about to.
Just as he had wrapped up his report, Adrian tossed an arm around Kevin’s neck and looked at him with a grin on his face. His grin, however, was also accompanied by a stare that could put a hole in Anderson’s forehead. Anderson, familiar with Adrian’s unpredictable nature, froze up as Adrian leaned closer to his face.
Flamingo: “Hello sunshine… can I ask why you’re looking for me? I mean, I’ve got road agent’s telling me that you’re asking what I do before and after my matches, and, quite frankly, that disturbs me. No offense, Kevin, I know you’re “the scoop” and that’s what you’re looking for, but I personally like to keep my personal and professional career separate.”
Anderson unfroze, sensing that Adrian didn’t plan on smashing his head into a wall.
Anderson: “Well, Mr. Flamingo, the ACW fans have noticed a significant change in your personality and behavior in recent weeks. I’m merely trying to find the answers to their questions.”
Flamingo: “You know, Kevin, this is professional wrestling… why I do the things I do is unimportant. No one else needs to know what’s going on in my head but me. I suppose that’s why I’m so disgusted by the media and the useless vermin who watch and gossip about celebrity news. There is real news out there in the world that deserves to be covered. I swear, I can’t turn on a TV anymore without seeing Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan on it when there are over 246 million kids working slave labor around the world. In case you have forgotten, America, you’re still at war… so how about you turn off fucking Extra and Entertainment Tonight and pick up a goddamn history book and see where we’re headed. Back to the point, Kevin, why I do the things I do is unimportant… what is important is that I do it.”
Anderson: “Well that’s not exactly the response I was looking for. In fact that was rather long-winded, but back to the point, Adrian, you mentioned Monday night that you don’t have any goals. Does this mean that you’re tossing out any possibility of winning the Emperor of the Ring?”
Adrian smiled at Kevin and patted him hard on the back. Kevin relaxed a little as Adrian laughed softly, but that quickly changed when Adrian grabbed him by the back of his neck and jerked Kevin into a sleeper hold. Kevin immediately grabbed Adrian’s arms and tried to pull them back to relieve the pressure of the hold. Adrian giggled as Kevin struggled.
Flamingo: “Mr. Scoop, apparently you didn’t listen to a single word I said! I do have a goal, one goal. It’s not as materialistic as others who yearn to wear a belt or become a maineventer. In fact, my goal is a mystery to me. Ain’t that a bitch, Kevin? So, if there is anything that causes my “sporadic” behavior it’s the thought that I can’t figure out what to do with myself! I could very, VERY easily be a threat to any title I want, but I don’t choose to go after titles because I don’t want them! It’s like having a fully loaded machinegun and nothing to shoot at! Do you have any clue what it’s like to have that sort of problem, Kevin? No, of course not!”
Adrian let go of Kevin and shoved him off of camera view, causing him to stumbled over some chair that had been carelessly left around. Adrian walked over to Anderson and forced him up to his feet before pinning him up against a wall. Kevin, in a state of shock, looked down into Adrian’s eyes. Flamingo had a reputation of leaping from extreme to extreme, and his eyes conveyed that. Some men wear their hearts on their sleeves - Adrian kept his in his eyes.
Flamingo: “You want to know why my personality changed so quickly and drastically, Kevin? The people at home want to know why my personality changed so much? I don’t think you all really care. I think you all are pissed off because Adrian “the comedy wrestler” Flamingo finally got on a bit of a hot streak and he’s not “entertaining” anymore. I don’t know what to do to please you people, nor do I care anymore. I busted my ass to make sure I had funny stories to make the viewers at home laugh, and all it got me was under-rated and under-used by ACW management. It’s pretty funny, Kevin, when Scott Andrews pinned me up against a wall like this a few months ago, I swore it wouldn’t happen ever again. Well, it looks like it did… but I’m on the other end of the equation.”
Adrian pushed himself away from Anderson and glared down at the confused reporter.
Flamingo: “Leave!”
Kevin Anderson quickly took Adrian’s advice and took off running down the hallway. Adrian looked over the scattered chairs and smirked as he turned back to the camera.
Flamingo: “You want me to go retro? I’ll go retro. The other day I was visiting an old friend of mine in Tijuana, Mexico. It was hot, baby, real hot. So hot that the senioritas were spraying Pan all over their bronze bodies to keep their clothes from sticking to them. I looked over to my buddy and told him that I had a rumbly in my tummy, so I took off down the filthy, rotten streets of Tijuana to see if I could find something to settle my urges. So, I’m walking down the street and I look to my left and I see rotten meat that has flies landing on it. I look to my right and there’s nasty fruit that has disgusting black and brown bruises all over it. In front of me is this whiney, wussie looking kid who has no meat on his bones running between both stands. At first, he was at the fruit stand munching on a brown banana and a dark red, mushy apple. After he gets sick off of that, he heads over to the meat stand and starts nibbling on some pork roast that has baby larvae and other parasites living in it. Now, the kid ran away and didn’t look too good while doing it. If I can remember quite vividly, he was grabbing his ass and his mouth at the same time to prevent anything from seeping out both ways. Now, how does this apply to right now? Well, the Senatorial Stable is obviously the bad fruit. At one time it was probably good, but now it’s total crap. The rotten meat? The Entourage. Sure, it looks good on the outside, but inside it’s still full of the same crap that’ll make you sick to your stomach. Now, if I were Jason Freeman, I would go to the nearest CVS or Rite Aid and get as much Pepto Bismal as I could, because he’ll be looking at a LONG night on the toilet! Or, he could go down the plumbing supplies aisle, pick up some drain-o and end his miserable life once and for all. The Drain-O? Well, I‘ll let my actions explain that little comparison.”
Adrian laughed as the scene faded. What was he hiding by that smile and those passionate eyes? Had the solitude finally gotten to him or was this something much deeper? Adrian certainly wasn’t going to tell. They say that everything happens for a reason, but the reason for Adrian’s behavior in recent months still hadn’t been released. He may not be the next Emperor of the Ring, but, one thing’s for sure, it wouldn’t break his heart if he wasn’t.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:08:28 GMT -5
Segment: The Hopeful Are Hopeless - Or, The Most Emo Sounding Segment Title I've Ever Had (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we once again find ourselves face-to-face (or, rather, face-to-camera) with Andrew Hunter, ever the cocky egotist, who is traveling through the ACW backstage hallways at what seems like the speed of light. At the moment, the only thing that can be seen clearly is his determined face, mixed in with a slight hint of anger. He continues to run down the hall, until eventually he stops before a very familiar door, knocking on it hastily and turning his back to the camera. He receives no response, and decides to knock once again. Again, no response. Just as he prepares to pound the door in, a bellowing voice comes from within with a combined sense of authority and annoyance.
Ginger: STOP KNOCKING ON MY FUCKING DOOR AND COME IN ALREADY!
Hunter takes a step back, readjusting his situation, and then slowly opens the door, taking a careful step inside. He closes the door behind him as Ginger rolls his eyes the moment he sees Hunter's body. He sits down and begins to write away as Hunter slowly approaches him.
Hunter: Been meaning to talk to you.
Ginger: Of course you have. Listen, I've been very busy lately, and---
His eyes stop on Hunter's chest.
Ginger: What's with the shirt?
Hunter looks down, and it is now that we get to finally see the unusual shirt he is wearing: it is OLYMPIA's official t-shirt. Hunter looks back at Ginger with a raised eyebrow.
Hunter: ...I'm...actually not sure.
There is a short, awkward pause as Ginger returns to his notes.
Ginger: What can I do for you?
Hunter: Oh, well, that's simple: I want you to reinstate the ACW Tag Team Titles.
Pause. Ginger looks up at Hunter with a blank look.
Ginger: What?
Hunter: Reinstate them.
Ginger: What?
Hunter: The titles.
Ginger: ...which?
Hunter: THE ACW TAG TEAM TITLES THAT I'VE WON WITH THREE DIFFERENT PARTNERS BECAUSE I'M THE GREATEST TAG TEAM WRESTLER OF ALL TIME!
Pause.
Ginger: Oh. Those.
Ginger returns to his notes.
Ginger: No.
Hunter: ...why the hell not!?
Ginger: There aren't any tag teams to compete for them.
Hunter: Well that's because there are no titles to win!
Ginger rolls his eyes, but this goes unnoticed by Hunter, who continues to think that he made a very valid point.
Ginger: Who would you even team with?
Hunter: Doesn't matter, I have an entire stable to choose from.
Ginger looks up at Hunter with a sort of "c'mon" look.
Hunter: ...an ALLIANCE to choose from, then. I've teamed with both of them before, we can win them easily.
Ginger: I see no financial gain.
Hunter: That's because you're a greedy bastard!
Ginger: I'm certain that insults, and bad ones at that, will make me change my mind.
Hunter: Likewise.
Ginger sighs, dropping his pen and clutching his face with his hands.
Ginger: Hunter, why in the hell do you want this so badly?
Hunter: Because I am going to become the 2007 Emperor of the Ring, and at that, I will become the TRUE Emperor of Wrestling. And I need every title to do that.
Ginger: Well you can't have the Entertainment Title, and I sure as hell am not reinstating the tag titles.
Hunter: What about the Light-Heavyweight Title?
Ginger: You just blew your chance, I doubt Jake would agree to a match. Why not the World Title?
Hunter: Well...uh...I'll get to it when I'm Emperor!
Ginger: Your funeral.
Hunter: How about the International Title?
Ginger shrugs.
Ginger: That's up to the Senator.
A long smirk grows on Hunter's face.
Hunter: Thanks, Ging.
And with that, Hunter runs out the door, not even giving Ginger a second to open his mouth and offer some sort of witty retort. Instead, Ginger watches his door slowly close, and then shakes his head, returning to his paperwork. Not much else can be said in this situation, can it?
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:08:48 GMT -5
Segment: When A Stranger Calls Back (Credit: Yoko / Unknown)
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Yoko reluctantly picks up her phone…lots of strange calls recently.
Yoko: Hello?
…
Yoko: Who is-
Click.
Usually Yoko is the one giving the creepy calls.
Ring.
Ring.
Yoko: Stop calling me!
??: Why would I do that? Neither of us want that.
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Whoever it is has a voice masker, just like Yoko does.
Yoko: Who is this? Why are you doing this?
??: Just to get your undivided attention.
Yoko: Who are you?
??: Gotta build the suspense first! I’ll let you think it over until, say…Monday.
Yoko: But-
Click.
Hooray for creepy stalkers. But not when YOU’RE the target!
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:09:05 GMT -5
Segment: Something Fishy...(Credit: Jake Cheng, Zero and TK)
Jake: Zero, I know where you are hiding, so just come out so I can kick your ass!
But nothing around Jake moves. He continues to walk around the backstage area. His sneakers make a slap noise every time he takes a step. Although he is trying to be sneaky, his ‘street’ clothes rustle as he moves down the hallway. I guess it was bad day to wear the scratchy sounding windbreaker. There is still no movement as Jake looks in every nook and acranny within the hallway.
Jake:...well that bluff failed. I swear I saw him run this way. But there isn’t anywhere to hide...
Jake quits the stealth routine and walks along the backstage corridor. Endless doors, probably storage, line the hallway. But there is one door that stands out and somehow, Jake knows that is the right door. He knocks on the bright blue door. The Enourage locker room.
Voice: Yes?
Jake: I know Zero is in there, so let me in.
The door opens and there stands the massive 353 lbs, 6’7” Thunderkiss. Poor Jake keeps running into the heavyweights all the time these days. The Worldbreaker smiles as Jake cowers in front on him.
Thunderkiss: At first I couldn’t tell if anyone was there! Hell, it took me a while to figure out to look down to see you - you tiny, tiny man!
Jake: Hey Kiss. Is Zero home? Can he come out a play?
Thunderkiss *pausing*: So lets get this straight, Jack.
Jake: It’s Jak-
Thunderkiss *interrupting*: You knock on MY door, expecting me to just move out of the way so you can attack my tiny man friend Zero? I’m sorry Jack, but you’ve been around wrestling long enough to know this is the part where I respond with “you are going to have to get through me to get to Zero.”
Jake: And you are going to have to get through the doorway to get me. And it looks like you might have some problems with that.
[Thunderkiss grumbles.]
Jake: Listen TK, I know you are on this big Worldbreaker rampage, but you see, there are bigger things than your ego. Surprisingly.
Thunderkiss: Alright Cheng. You want Z, that’s fine because I’m sure he wants you just as much - BUT - lets make a deal. You face me next Monday on Warfare and I’ll step aside right now.
Jake: Yeah....kinda busy. I told you there are more important things here than you. And I happen to have to watch some paint dry, which is a much bigger priority than a match with your oversized, egotistical buffoon like yourself.
Thunderkiss: For such a tiny, tiny man you have such a big, big mouth!
Thunderkiss gets in Jake’s face. But due to of his massive height, Thunderkiss’s pectorals get in Jake’s face. Behind TK the bathroom door shuts. Footsteps and a trail of a misty hairspray follow him out of the room.
Zero: Is that the Chinese, Kiss? Finally! I’m starving! [/color]
Jake: ZERO!
Jake tries to get to the still invisible Zero by going through the Ultimate Male, but TK just pushes him backwards, onto the floor. Jake brushes the dirt off him and Zero pokes his head out from behind TK.
Zero: Ooooh-ho-ho! Looky here. I got my hopes all up, but aww. It’s only you, King Chong. [/color]
Jake: So you want the title Zero? Guess what? There is no chance in hell of you taking it from me. You won’t beat me.
Zero: Oh yeah, what... [/color]
Jake: It’s not that you suck. Oh wait, yes it is. Who have you beaten before? No one worth mentioning. The thing with you is that you hang out with the Egotourage. TK, Dan, X, Freeman, Starr. The only one of those men who ever accomplished something was Dan, and that was before he became washed up and joined up with you.
Zero: Y’know there Ping Pong! I really….REALLY think you’re underestimating what I can really do. Surely, it’ll be a shame when I exploit you for the fraud and loser that you truly are. Don’t forget, Cracker Jack, I got Stan now. Yeah, that’s right! The annoying…clingy…moronic, I-follow-you-everywhere-and-ask-way-too-many-questions” Stan the camera man! He tells me all, Jake! Whenever I get that title shot, WHICH I WILL! I’ll know everything. I’ll know you’re every move. I’ll know you’re every weakness. I’ll know you’re every thought. So face the facts bud, you can’t hide what fate has in store for you. And that fate is me winning that title! It’s inevitable! [/color]
Jake opens his mouth to speak, but then refrains. He just smiles and nods his head. He simply walks away from the Entourage members, grinning the whole way down the hallway and out of sight.
Zero: Egotourage? For an Asian, he isn’t that clever. [/color]
Thunderkiss: Stan the.....”whatever the hell you said” Man isn’t any more clever.
Zero: …..But I’m not Asian. [/color]
Thunderkiss:...Touche.
The two Ego...ahem Entourage members go back into their locker room, leaving the hallway empty again. Jake may be more clever than he looks. I mean, did you see that smirk he had when Zero mentioned Stan’s name. There must be something fishy going on...
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:09:58 GMT -5
Segment: “Make A Wish - Part 3" Credit: AK & T-Kiss
[Its almost match time for Alicia and you know what that means, the cliche pre match interview with ACW’s very own Charlotte. But unknown to our dear Kitsune, this interview will be anything BUT! As she begins to answer Charlotte’s question, a familiar voice grates her ears before she can answer.]
Thunderkiss: Hey Alicia!
[“Oh dear God”, Alicia thinks to herself as soon as she hears his voice. But then her eyes catch those of the young boy at his side and her mood quickly changes.]
Thunderkiss: Say, sorry for interrupting you and Charlotte but I wanted to introduce you to my little pal, Timmy.
[Alicia looks down into the young child’s eyes and immediately her heart breaks.]
Thunderkiss: He’s my buddy from the Make A Wish foundation!
Alicia *bending down*: Oh, finally, it is great to see you, Tim. We’ve been trying to find a smart person to straighten out Thunderkiss for ages.
[Before the boy can respond, TK also lowers himself to the boy’s level where he whispers the following message into the boy’s ear, trying not to break into laughter in the process.]
Thunderkiss *whispering*: Come on Timmy! Do it now!
Little Timmy McDougall: Ok!
[And just like a good little boy, Timmy makes his hero a happy man. He reaches out with both hands and cuffs AK’s breast and gives them a few squeezes. Shocked to the point of disbelief, AK pulls away and her eyes immediately dart towards a thoroughly amused Thunderkiss. His sides are in stitches at the sight at the sight of this but unfortunately his laughter will soon come to an end at the hands of a VERY irate Alicia.]
Thunderkiss: HONK, HONK!
[Little Timmy giggles.]
Little Timmy McDougall: YAY, BOOBIES!
[Alicia’s cheeks flush red. She has all sorts of language bursting to get out, but if there’s one thing she won’t do, it’s lose her decorum in front of a child. She turns her gaze back to Timmy, and something in that stare makes Timmy go rather quiet.]
Alicia Kitsune: It looks like TK’s teaching you plenty of things, kiddo. You’re evidently a good student, so let me offer you a small life lesson of my own. It’s called cause and effect. You’ve already provided the cause, so-
[Without even a moment’s warning, Alicia steps right up to TK and belts him with a sharp slap, deftly stepping away again before TK’s instincts kick in. Timmy’s eyes get very big.]
Alicia Kitsune: That is the effect associated with disrespecting any woman with half a brain cell. Keep that in mind next time the big ape here gives you advice. And now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to contest.
[Alicia stomps off, still ticked off by the whole incident and rightly so. All is quiet a moment as TK’s grin is completely wiped off his face. “Well, that wasn’t nice”, he thinks to himself, but the party must continue! Shrugging his shoulders, he continues laughing!]
Thunderkiss *laughing*: Hey kid, that was an excellent job. I’d high five you but I don’t want to catch the AIDS.
Little Timmy McDougall: Yessir!
[Thunderkiss walks away with his new tiny friend feeling odd sensations of what “fatherhood” may be like. So far, he’s digging it.]
Thunderkiss: They felt pretty good huh? Hey man, even I haven’t made it to 2nd base with her yet! I’m kinda jealous truth be told! Come on kid, we’re going to have some more fun!
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:10:25 GMT -5
Segment: Girl to Girl (Credit: Sarin / Yoko)
On this particular night…Sarin Rossi is speaking to a family member over AIM. Her surrogate little sister, Yuki Satoshi.
elysium87: I know it’s hard to understand. Not because you’re young, but because I don’t even understand it myself.
Charichu006: You so totally broke her heart, Sarin.
elysium87: I know. I could have gone about it better. I blew it. But I AM trying to help her.
Charichu006: She won’t even talk to me right now, she’s too paranoid. She’s crazy.
Charichu006: Really crazy.
elysium87: She almost made me sick at Heatwave. The mist, the blood, the glossy eyes…It’s churning my stomach right now. That isn’t Yoko.
Charichu006: One time Alicia and I saved her from destroying her life. Maybe if you ask her, she’ll help you with Yoko.
elysium87: I’m sort of afraid of Alicia yelling at me for what I did.
Charichu006: I’m positive you’ll need her.
elysium87: Maybe she could even do it all herself?
Charichu006: Sarin, you’re my sister’s anchor. You kept her mind at peace, you kept her happy and sane. She loved you. Then she lost you, and now she’s losing herself. You’re the only one who can bring her back.
elysium87: Yuki…You’re so grown up for your age. I’m sorry I caused this. I’ll do my best to fix it.
Charichu006: You’re one of my heroes, I know you can do it.
elysium87: I love you Yuki.
Sarin signs off with that…and prepares for the long road ahead.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:11:00 GMT -5
Match 4: Jason Freeman vs Adrian Flamingo – EOTR ’07 Quarter Finals (Credit: XS3)
The crowd was not sure of who to cheer for in this match but they sat back and watched anyway. Rather than start off with the clichéd collar-and-elbow deal, Freeman and Flamingo stared down for a little while before Freeman drove a knee into Flamingo's midsection, doubling him over for an inside cradle. Flamingo kicked out but Freeman still had the opening advantage, pounding on Flamingo with forearm shots before whipping him off the ropes. Flamingo surprised his opponent with a snap suplex before dropping an elbow for a two count. Flamingo then picked up Freeman and delivered a backhand slap, a spinning backhand slap and finished by ducking under a clothesline and hitting his signature wheelbarrow into a Stunner for a two count.
Flamingo did a little strut to taunt Freeman, who got back up only to hit the mat again after a delayed vertical suplex. Flamingo taunted the fans but the distraction was enough for Freeman to roll up his foe for a two count. Flamingo then whipped Freeman into the corner with swiftness but an attempted knee lift was blocked when Freeman moved, causing Flamingo to crash into the turnbuckles. Freeman headed to the apron and delivered a springboard head stomp to Flamingo, who was on all fours at the time. It only got a two count for Freeman, though. Freeman chose to not to pick up Flamingo but instead drove his knee into the back of Flamingo's head before rolling into a surfboard stretch.
Freeman hoped for a submission victory but Flamingo refused to give up so he got up to his feet… only to be taken down with a harsh kick to his lower back area. A small section of the crowd started up a brief chant war between Freeman and Flamingo. Freeman paid no heed to them; he was too busy crashing to the mat after missing an elbow drop. Flamingo took the opportunity to deliver a harsh soccer kick that sent Freeman tumbling into the corner. Flamingo followed up with a harsh A.D.H.Knee then dragged Freeman into the center of the ring and hit his Flamingo Splash for a close two count.
With Freeman down, Flamingo asked Freeman, "Where does the power lie?!" After that, an intense Flamingo locked in a cutthroat camel clutch. Freeman made it to the ropes though, causing Flamingo to break the hold. Flamingo then picked up Freeman once more and whipped him into the corner, following with a harsh clothesline. As Freeman stumbled out of the corner, Flamingo prepared to end it all with the 1979 Flamingo Special. At the last minute, Freeman countered with an elbow to the side of the head. Freeman bounced off of the ropes but was taken down with a surprise springboard axe handle. Flamingo then picked up Freeman and set him up for his finisher if it was a year later… If you haven't figured out it's the 1980 Flamingo Special, something is wrong with you. However, Freeman slipped out of it and brought up Flamingo, nailing the Journey's End out of nowhere! Freeman covered… and got the three count! The stunned crowd could not believe it as Freeman celebrated his victory and advancement in the tournament.
Winner and advancing to Semi-Finals: Jason Freeman
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:12:22 GMT -5
Segment: Crossing Streams (Credit: Stark / Yoko)
The Demon Pit.
Pain Inc.
Mercer Stanton.
Unspeakable evils.
…Slumber party?
Not quite, but Yoko Satoshi has been in the room for many an hour, and this time, she has a guest; Alexander Starkweather. The hours of nothing have grown tiresome to him.
Starkweather: I was honestly curious about what was in this room, and I must say, I’m disappointed.
Yoko: Shhh. A while longer.
Starkweather: I can’t waste anymore of my time in here. I’m leaving.
Yoko: Just…Just close your eyes! You’ll see!
Starkweather: I’m going to humor you, and then I’m going to leave.
Yoko closes her eyes, and he does the same.
Yoko: One!
Starkweather: One.
Yoko: Two!
Starkweather: Two.
Yoko: Three!
Starkweather: Three.
Yoko: Open!
Their eyes open simultaneously…only to reveal the room just as full of nothing as before.
Starkweather: Right then.
If Yoko can’t prove it to him, then she shouldn’t waste his time. She doesn’t fight his leaving. As he exits the doorway, he looks up at the ceiling.
Starkweather: How come no one’s ever fixed these lights, in any case?
Yoko: They burn out immediately. Only Stanton ever got them working.
Starkweather: Hm. I know the number of a good electrician. A poorly lit environment like this is a lawsuit begging to be filed.
He leaves, and after a moment, so does Yoko.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:12:48 GMT -5
Match 5: The Senator vs FSX – EOTR ’07 Quarter Finals (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::EotR::.. THE SENATOR VS. FALLEN SOULS ..::Quarter Finals::..
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The Senator Age: 40 Height: 5'1" Weight: 195 Hometown: Washington, D.C.
Fallen Souls Age: 28 Height: 5'8" Weight: 192 Hometown: Seoul, South Korea With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, he steps into the entrance way, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before awaiting his opponent. “Bel Air” by Malice Mizer hits the sound system and out comes Phillips Stablemate - Fallen Souls! He walks down to the ring and quickly enters where he stands face to face against his great leader.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Its an awkward start as both friends wish each other a good match before locking up, displaying a moment of sportsman ship that is rarely seen anymore. However, there is a huge prize to win and both men would wrestle their own mothers to obtain it and thus are match begins with a lock up! Fallen Souls uses his quickness to snap The Senator’s arm back, but Phillips uses his experience to counter as he sends his near shoulder into FSX’s chest causing him to collapse onto the mat! Fallen Souls pops right back up and hits the ropes for an obvious tiny man move, but Phillips is all over it as he steps aside and sticks out his leg for a trip! FSX hits the mat face first and Phillips stalks FSX for a LIBERALIZER! He slips it on and within seconds, Fallen Souls is eating mat! Phillips rolls down to Fallen Soul’s legs and slaps on a TAX CUT! Fallen Souls takes his time struggling but he has plently of energy left and ends up freeing himself from this move by twisting onto his back and kicking Phillips right off of him! MATCH MIDPOINT: Phillips shoots off the ropes with one of his trademark LARIOTOS, but FSX with a quick duck comboed into a kick in the gut! Phillips is bent over and FSX takes him down to the mat head first with a Evenflow DDT! FSX pops right back and sizes up Phillips for a SILENCE SCISSOR KICK! Once again Phillips is sent down to the mat, but this time Fallen Souls capitalizes with a cover! He gets a two count and quickly goes back to work! He scales the top rope and perches himself for a DEFIANCE OF DEATH! He leaps off but Phillips rolls! FSX hits nothing but air and Phillips reaches out for the ropes and uses them to prop himself back to his feet. Fallen Souls struggles back up quickly in an effort to maintain control! He runs at the Senator and leaps at him for a spinning wheel kick but once again catches nothing but air! Fallen Souls ends up racking himself on the top rope! He hangs there for a moment, mouth open in pain! Crowd: Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fan 1: Fallen Souls? More like Fallen Balls! MIRITE?! Fan 2: URRITE! The Senator, being a man of integrity helps FSX off the top rope with a running clothesline! The mysterious one crashes to the arena floor and the ref begins his count! MATCH ENDING: FSX Irish whips the Senator into the ropes and set up a return move in the center of the ring! The Senator sees it coming and puts on the breaks, but that’s just what FSX wanted him to! The Senator is outsmarted as FSX launches himself from the middle of the ring to the ropes, where he leaps up and hooks the Senator with a Hurricanerana! The Senator is flipped onto his head and FSX heads to the top rope for DEFIANCE OF DEATH! The Senator’s mind goes into overdrive and quickly responds in self defense! He cranks his legs into the air causing the falling Fallen Souls to land directly onto his feet! FSX gets the wind knocked out of him instantly and Phillips goes for the KILL! He sizes up for a big time PARTISAN KICK and delivers it perfectly! FSX falls back first to the mat and Phillips covers! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:13:10 GMT -5
Segment: Past and Future (Credit: Yoko)
Charlotte King, always on the move. Always working. Always hunting that next scoop.
While she’s looking for a particular star to interview, she bumps into Yoko Satoshi in the hallway instead. It happens to be a very scary situation for most, but for Charlotte, it’s an opportunity.
Charlotte: Oh, Yoko! Fancy meeting you here!
Yoko: Oh, were you looking for me tonight?
Charlotte: …Yes! I was!
Yoko: Well, I have time if you have questions.
Charlotte: Many theorized the mystery entrant in Emperor of the Ring to be everyone from Ridley to Libertines. I don’t think anyone expected the return of Andy Starr. Were you at any point worried about who it was?
Yoko: I was hoping it was Orochi, myself. But I was positive it would be Violet Cyrilla, brought in just to end my streak. She could beat Mike Tyson in his prime, no one in this world has a stronger punch than her. So when I saw Andy, I was very relieved.
Charlotte: XS3 advanced alongside you, so you’ll face him next. Thoughts on him?
Yoko: I have to wonder if the guy listens to himself talk. I say he doesn’t. Yoko sucks, blah blah blah, end her streak, blah blah blah, title hog, boo hoo hoo. Yet in the same rant he referred to me as a Japanese killing machine. That’s…quite a compliment. I’ll live up to that name just for him.
Charlotte: Wh-
Yoko: Sorry, little robots’ room.
Yoko rushes off to the bathroom, leaving Charlotte alone.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:13:27 GMT -5
Segment: “Make A Wish! - Part 4" Credit: T-Kiss & Zero [“God of Thunder” hits the sound system, heralding the coming of the Worldbreaker - THUNDERKISS! He steps out with his new pal, little Timmy McDougall under his arm and his best pal Zero by his side. Both men ooze attitude on their way to the ring and little Timmy is just eating this moment up! As soon as they hit ringside, Zero and TK hoist the little boy into the ring where he steps through the ropes and eagerly walks to the middle of the ring and waves! TK joins him within seconds, while Zero strangely stays on the outside...] Thunderkiss: What’s up KISS ARMY?! One Half of the Crowd: *chanting*: WORLD The Other Half *chanting*: BREAKER! One Half of the Crowd: *chanting*: WORLD The Other Half *chanting*: BREAKER! Thunderkiss: Now Army, I’d like to introduce you to a special guest of mine. Meet my honorary 2nd in command for tonight - TIMMY MCDOUGALL![The crowd gives a big pop as TK pushes the little boy forward with the palm of his hand. Once again, Timmy smiles and waves to the crowd.] Thunderkiss: Now I know how much you all like the fun and games, tonight I ‘m afraid I have much more serious message to deliver. While I know I most certainly have your support Army, tonight I need just a little bit more .... and that’s Donations! We need your donations, as much as you can spare! This little boy has the AIDS and he needs your help! Little Timmy McDougall: Uh, Thunderkiss? You keep saying I have “The AIDS” and I don’t know what that is.... Thunderkiss: Shhhh Timmy![Timmy covers his mouth with both hands, desperately not wanting to disappoint his hero. TK pats him on the head a few times and then refocuses back on the crowd.] Thunderkiss: Doesn’t Timmy deserve a chance at life? Please, my followers ... open your hearts and open your wallets. Please give. And don’t be a cheap ass douchebags. I want nothing less than twenties, and even then you should be ashamed of yourself! Now pass your money up to the front row where Zero will collect it. REMEMBER, only YOU can make a difference in this young man’s life!
Thunderkiss: Wow, I can’t thank all you Thundermaniacs enough. Look at ALL this! What do you say Z .... a hundred thousand?
Zero: I—I dunno! At least! [/color] Thunderkiss: On behalf of Timmy, his family, ACW and the Entourage, we kindly thank you from the bottom of our hearts! [“God of Thunder” once again plays and the two men and child make an exit to the backstage. The moment they step through the curtain and are out of the lense of the camera, both TK and Zero begin to celebrate their fortunes.] Thunderkiss *laughing*: See Zero, we really cleaned up! You really did good out there kid!Zero: Way to go Tommy! Thunderkiss: Timmy. Zero: Timmy! You’ve showed these people that true tiny men like you can make a grown, perverted man drop to his knees and spill his heart out! Hah hah hah! [/color] [It’s been a long night for young Tim, and unfortunately its about ready to come to an end. This is always the hardest part for William Foster. He gives wishes, but he is also the one who has to end them. Arriving to pick Timmy up, he looks into Timmy’s eyes and he can tell it won’t be easy to end Timmy’s dream.] William Foster: Well Mr. Thunderkiss, I have to say - what you did out there was really nice. I’m sorry I misjudged you. Thunderkiss: Hey, it’s ok! Anything for the kids ...right?[Thunderkiss grins at Foster as he delivers the previous message. He quickly turns his attention to Timmy where he places his hand on his shoulder and begins to say goodbye.] Little Timmy McDougall: Aw, do you have to go Thunderkiss? Thunderkiss: I’m afraid so Timmy. But always remember the power of Thundermania. It will always be in you when ever you feel sick. You just tell that AIDS where the power lies ... ok?Little Timmy McDougall: You keep saying AIDS, what is AIDS? Thunderkiss: It’s what you have Timmy.William Foster *interrupting*: Again Thunderkiss, he doesn’t have AI- Thunderkiss: PLEASE! You are making this harder than what it already is! Have a heart![Foster rolls his eyes and stomps his feet impatiently, wishing to be free of this man once and for all. Thunderkiss playfully taps Timmy in his stomach with his fist and begins to leave. Foster collects Timmy, who is on the verge of tears as he watches TK walk away - and then suddenly it hits him.] Willaim Foster *thinking aloud*: Wait - the MONEY! [Foster spins his head around to witness TK and Zero running away with both bags of money. Angered, he shouts at them to no avail - they are long gone and not coming back. Tomorrow, he’ll file a complaint with Chairman Gingerdude, but in the end he and little Tim will still come away empty handed. When they finally get back to the Entourage dressing room, both bags of money are tossed onto the dressing room table, ready for counting.] Zero: Jesus Christ, Kiss! Look at all this dough! Makes me wanna have some sick kid as a fan! Hah! [/color] Thunderkiss: Hell yeah, and you know what this means brother?!Zero: What? [/color] Thunderkiss: Were going to buy so much “E” that the alphabet is going to go down to 25 letters! Zero: Hahahahah! [/color] [Hello Thunderkiss? This is the 7th level of hell. See you soon.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Sept 13, 2007 16:14:13 GMT -5
Segment: Nothing Fishy Here (Credit: Jake Cheng)
Monday September 10th 2007
I’m sick of segments in the ACW Arena. Its ring, never ending hallways, infinite number of locker room, equipment and fans, its mysterious aura, its all overrated. So this segment is going to take place somewhere else. How about....Dunkin Donuts? More specifically, The Dunkin Donuts outside the ACW Arena. In fact, its right across from the entrance, obviously not on the other side which is covered in forest. Mainly business, food and souvenirs, line the road for the tourists and also helpful for the employees. Want a burger Go across the street to Burger King. Fried Chicken? KFC. But all Jake needs is a smoothie.
Alone at a table, Jake sits parallel to the windows and sips at the strawberry smoothie. He can easily look up at the door, and does so as it opens and a breeze from the cold autumn weather enters and swirls around the warm coffee-scented room. Jake zips up the black windbreaker that caused him so much trouble when he was attempting to sneak up on Jay Zero backstage. But with the cold draft, Jake is glad he wore it today.
It feels great to get away from the arena,Jake thinks as he takes another strawberry flavored sip.Right now, I would probably be preparing for a match. One of the nine matches that will bring me to even record. As Jake dream, he takes another delicious sip. The door opens again and he looks up and braces for the impact of the cold draft.
But this time it is someone he knows.
Jake: Stan!
Halfway to the register, Stan stops frozen in his tracks. He turns his head slowly until he sees Jake and then slowly turns back to facing the rows and rows of baked goods in front of him. He finally decides to try to make a run for it. He turns. Jake is standing in the way.
Jake: I don’t want to hurt you. I’m in a relax mode. Can’t we just sit down.
Stan: I don’t know. You swung for my head earlier.
Jake; Zero pushed you into me. Just sit.
Stan looks around nervously, but gives in and sits across from his ex-employer.
Jake: So, I actually wanted to ta...
Dunkin Donuts Employee: Stan! You want the usual?
Stan: Uhh...y..yeah....actually, double the sugar.
DDE: You got it!
Stan’s hands shake as he unzips his heavier jacket to reveal a knit sweater underneath. Still shaking, he manages to hang his coat on the back of his chair. The employee brings his coffee over and Stan hands him a fiver, telling him to keep the change. The greatful employee backs away and Stan needs two hands to bring the cup to his mouth.
Jake: You seem nervous...
Stan moves only his two eyes up to give Jake the “Are you serious?” look.
Jake: I’m not after you, you know that.
Stan: Yeah. So what do you want? I got to get back soon to help Jay out.
Jake: Just to check on you.
Stan: I know how to do my job.
Jake: What have you told him so far?
Stan: Something about BK and a couple other people.
Jake: Nothing about me?
Stan: Nope.
Jake: Good.
Stan: Yup.
Both men take a chance to drink their respective beverages. The Asian Extraordinaire takes an extra long sip, finishing the smoothie. He gets up and pushes his chair in.
Jake: It was good talking to you. The locker room isn’t the same.
Stan: The Entourage room isn’t all its cracked up to be. Good luck Jake.
Jake: Keep up the good work. Remember the signal.
The friends shake hands and Jake leaves the Dunkin, getting in his car parked directly outside and driving off. Stan continues the sippage of his coffee. An interesting exchange between the duo. Stan reveals that he hasn’t yet betrayed his friend. What was Jake so excited about before?
Remember the signal
Fade Out.
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