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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:54:43 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown September 20th 2007
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Jonny Hughes vs Ricky Falcon
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Andrew Williams vs. Echo
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Rattlesnake vs Fallen Souls
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Jake Cheng vs Alicia Kitsune
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EOTR 07' Semi-Finals Match The Senator vs Jason Freeman
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:55:09 GMT -5
No pyros for the start of this show, budget cuts have required to limit the use of explosives. They are now exclusively part of Warfare, like the Divas, Hardcore Title, and Big Dick Johnson.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:55:30 GMT -5
Segment: Harsh Words… (credit: Jonny Hughes)
ACW returns from commercial to the backstage interview area. Stood by waiting for her interview is Charlotte King, who is dressed in a rather elegant, and yet somewhat understated, blue dress. She is joined by ACW Superstar Jonny Hughes who is dressed for in-ring action ahead of his match against Ricky Falco.
Charlotte: Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen…Charlotte King here and I am joined at this time by ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes.
Hughes: Let me correct you there Miss King. You are proud and privileged to be joined at this time by yours truly, ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes.
Charlotte: Of course I am. It’s been a while since we’ve seen you on our screens. Where have you been during this time?
Hughes: Well Miss King I’m glad you asked because I have been pursuing interests that are very close to my heart.
Charlotte: And what are these interests?
Hughes: I’ve been promoting my DVD of course.
Hughes turns to someone who is off the camera and motions towards himself. Suddenly a disc case is thrown to Hughes, who expertly catches it and shows the front cover to the camera.
Hughes: ‘Straight Shootin’ is in stores now and is available for only $19.99. On this DVD you will see some of the stuff that they wouldn’t let me show you on TV. It’s great vale for money and you’ll love every second of it.
Hughes turns back to the person off camera and throws the DVD back to them.
Charlotte: Now, back to matters at hand…What do you think of your match tonight?
Hughes: I’m not happy to be honest Miss King. Do you want to know why?
Charlotte: Please enlighten us
Hughes: I’m not happy because I know and every fan in this arena knows that I should facing the top talent in this company. I should not have to suffer the indignity of being forced to face a man who is without a win in a considerable time.
Charlotte: He is the current Entertainment Champion. And if I remember correctly, you were the person he defeated to earn that honour.
Hughes: Thank you for reminding me of that fact Miss King… But you see the real point here isn’t the fact that Mister Falco defeated me to become the Entertainment Champion. The important point is that he defeated me in a Battle Royal. Everyone and his dog knows that Battle Royals are not about pure wrestling skill, it’s about not being thrown over the top rope which is not what I was trained to do.
Charlotte: And you think tonight will be a different story?
Hughes: I know tonight will be a different story and I can guarantee that I will walk out of that ring with my head held high after not having to endure the bitter taste of defeat. I can guarantee you this Miss King because tonight Ricky Falco and I face off at what I do best, wrestling. You see Miss King, in terms of wrestling ability Falco and I are worlds apart. If I was asked to describe it in terms of art I would suggest that my in-ring style is reminiscent of the great artists such as Picasso. And I would do because I know that my in-ring style will pass the test of time and I know that future generations will look back in awe at my ability.
Charlotte: And what about Ricky Falco’s in ring ability?
Hughes: I would describe Mister Falco’s in ring style as finger painting.
Charlotte: Finger Painting?
Hughes: Yes, finger painting.
Charlotte: Why finger painting?
Hughes: Because it lacks style and finesse and when you look back on it, you’d think a retard could have done it. Mister Falco, I’ll see you in the ring.
At this point Jonny Hughes walks out of picture, leaving Charlotte alone and bemused.
Charlotte: Some harsh words there from The Shooter. His match with Ricky Falco is up next.
Fade to black
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:56:27 GMT -5
Match 1: Ricky Falcon vs Jonny Hughes (Credit: Falcon)
The many fans of ACW are at the edge of their seat waiting for the night's first contest. They know they can expect a great match after what Jonny said to Ricky. In the ring Phillip Jones stands with a microphone in hand.
What we are dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law.
The crowd erupts in loud chorus of boos when they hear the opening words of Jonny Hughes’ entrance music. As the opening chords begin to play the arena lighting turns off and some white lights located at the side of the curtain begin to flash in time with the music, as the music picks up the lighting is turned up. The track starts to build to a crescendo and then…
‘Fuck em and their law!’
As these words play over the loudspeaker a large white pyro explodes in the centre of the stage and Jonny Hughes cockily struts out from the curtain, he stops at the top of the ramp for a brief moment before walking with intent down the entrance ramp, he stops at the end of the ramp and looks at the crowd at ringside with disgust before he climbs the steel steps and quickly enters the ring. Hughes then waits patiently in his corner for his opponent to arrive.
Phillip: The following contest is schedualed for 1 fall. In the ring, from Hartlepool, England, weighing in at 220 pounds, The Shooter, Jonny Hughes!!
The crowd boos and then "Animal" by Mudmen blares over the arena. The crowd surprising starts cheering as Ricky Falcon walks out from backstage. He isn't his normal self, as he doesn't have an expression on his face. The Entertainment Title is around his waist and makes his way straight to the ring, not even acknowledging the fans. But the fans keep cheering him.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois the current reigning Entertainment Champion, Ricky Falcon!!
The crowd cheers again. Ricky walks up the steel steps and into the ring. Immediately he takes off his title belt, hands it to the referee and gets into the face of Jonny. The ref breaks them apart, then gives the title to a crew member outside the ring. He signals for the bell.
*Bell Rings*
Ricky stretches in his corner, while Jonny looks at the crowd and says something to a nearby fan. The two then stand up and walk into the center of the ring. Jonny starts talking some smack right in Ricky's face. Ricky just stands there with no expression. Then the two both pull their fists back like they are going to give each other a big right hand. But as they are about to punch each other they stop and poke each other on the chest. Both fall instantly and don't move. The crowd starts chanting "BULLSHIT!" "BULLSHIT!" But both men don't move. The referee though, has no choice but to count.
ONE!!! . . . TWO!!! . . . THREE!! . . . FOUR!! . . . FIVE!!
Neither man is moving still. . . . SIX!! . . . SEVEN!! . . . EIGHT!!
Both men act like they are starting to stand up but "Fatigue" starts to set in. . . . NINE!! . . . TEN!!
*Bell Rings*
Phillip (Confused): Because both men were unable to get up by the 10 count. This match is a draw...?
The crowd lets out a big "Boo!" obviously angry at this bull that they saw. In the ring Ricky and Jonny stand up and start laughing. They shake hands in the ring and Ricky grabs a microphone from ringside.
Ricky: AHAHAHAHAHA! We tricked you all, you guys thought that I Jonny and I were going to have an awesome match here tonight? Well, you thought wrong. See, my recent losing streak has made me think about my career and it was time for a change. This would be a pretty big change if you ask me and for the better. Me and Jonny are going to create the most unstoppable force this company has scene. YOU CAN COUNT ON THAT.
Ricky: -\_O>_/- *Falcon Pose*
And with that both men leave the ring. The crowd starts throwing a few items at them but nothing really. The two raise their arms on the stage before going to a commercial.
Fade to Commercial.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:57:05 GMT -5
Segment: I Choose You (Credit: AK / Sarin / Yoko)
”One time Alicia and I saved her from destroying her life. Maybe if you ask her, she’ll help you with Yoko.”
The digital words of Yuki Satoshi.
They dance through Sarin’s head, guiding her steps to a place she’d rather not go. With every step seeming like an eternity, she arrives.
Alicia’s locker room.
She taps very gently on the door, as if she’s looking for an excuse to turn back.
”Oh, she didn’t want to talk to me. She ignored my incessant knocking.”
That’d work.
But it wouldn’t work for Yoko, and that’s the entire point. Gathering up her strength, Sarin knocks again, normally this time. The door opens. The dreaded moment is here.
Alicia looks slightly surprised to see Sarin, but that’s about all.
AK: Hello?
Sarin: I need your help. Also, hello.
AK: Come on in, if you’d like.
Sarin follows her into the room, closing the door behind her. Alicia motions for her to have a seat.
AK: I haven’t seen you in quite a while, how have you been?
Sarin: I’ve been…well, I’ve been well. You?
There is just a fractional pause in which several things run through Alicia’s mind, accompanied by a fleeting wry smile.
AK: The usual, more or less. You said you needed my help?
Sarin: I’m not sure if you’ve been paying attention, though I’m sure you have, but Yoko has gone a bit…unhinged.
AK: I have noticed her behavior, yes.
Alicia is well aware of the sensitivity of the situation between Yoko and Sarin, so picks her comments carefully.
AK: Some of what Yoko has been up to troubles me, as I’m sure it troubles you, but I don’t believe in meddling in another person’s actions without very good reason.
Sarin nods.
Sarin: I know. But I’m scared, Alicia. Scared for her life, scared for the life of whoever she goes over the line on, and scared for myself. I caused this.
AK: Sarin, while you no doubt had an influence on this, she’s made her own decision.
Sarin: No, it IS my fault. Yoko’s a Paranoid Borderline, anyone could have predicted her response from a mile away. I’m an idiot.
AK: Well, I think it’s fair to say that she can have periods of instability…
Sarin: Because of me. I was her anchor. I kept her grounded in reality. I kept her away from the bad crowds, the manipulators. I didn’t want that anymore. I loved her, but…it was too much.
AK: A relationship is not a burden to be forced on someone, it has to be accepted willingly. Don’t beat yourself up over it, especially if the love had waned. The hospital incident you two went through is something no one, especially two people so young, should have to go through. It would make anyone think twice about their relationship.
Sarin: I just don’t think it was the right thing to do. Especially how I did it.
AK: No, you definitely could have handled it better. But tell me; was it worth it? Minus your concerns for Yoko, are you happy?
Sarin: Yes…I think so. Rattlesnake is great. That’s what makes me feel so guilty, it’s why I need your help. Yoko has weapons…her mallet, Cassie, things she thinks I don’t know about but I do. She’s going to hurt someone. Really badly.
AK: So you want me to help get rid of those weapons, or…?
Sarin: No, that wouldn’t help. Yuki told me that once, when Yoko was crazed and on the verge of something terrible, you and she got through to her. I’ve tried and Yuki’s tried, but we can’t do it. I really need your help.
Alicia rubs her chin and cheek. She recalls all too well what Sarin is referring to.
AK: I remember the incident. The only way you can get through to Yoko’s rational side is to sever her connections and get rid of her influences. You talk to her one on one. I didn’t, but I got everyone to shut up. Then it’s just raw emotion. You have to make her see herself, make her see what she’s turning into. Hopefully, that’s something she won’t enjoy being faced with.
Sarin: I don’t know if I can manage it…
AK: I think you can, and if you agree, I’m going to accompany you when the time is right. She’s always considered me a motherly figure, and hopefully it’s not my ego talking when I suggest that she’ll think twice about trying anything physical against the pair of us together. But it’s crucial to pick the correct moment. I’ll help with that, too.
Sarin: Thank you…thank you so much.
AK: You two are friends. I’d help no matter the situation.
Sarin smiles, masking her concerns just a little.
Sarin: I should have come sooner, when she started to slip.
AK: It can’t be helped now, so don’t worry over it. Your concern for her shows that you truly care, though, and I’m positive she cares for you. That’s going to make a big difference.
Sarin: I just want her to be happy…and normal.
AK: Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Sarin: What is it?
AK: Are you following your heart?
Sarin: That’s what started this mess.
AK: It isn’t always the best thing to do. In the past, I too have been attracted to others… I don’t want to go into the details, but if I’ve learned anything it’s that the most important thing to do is ask yourself if this is what you want NOW, or what you want, period. In my experience, it’s usually the former.
Sarin: A crush?
AK: More than a crush. New love is still love, but it’s more appealing because it’s new, because it’s exciting and unknown, and the realities of sharing a significant part of your life with another person haven’t fully kicked in. You have to figure out if it feels right, though. The new, exciting love isn’t always the best love.
Sarin: I understand what you mean but I’m still very confused.
AK: We’ll talk about this some other time, we need to focus on more important matters.
As we fade out, Sarin thinks to herself, “I have no idea why I was so worried, I forgot Alicia isn’t as judgmental as a certain teenager I know…”
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 15:58:28 GMT -5
Segment: The Pressure’s On. Credit: Jay Zero. Opening to the site of Jay Zero, looking in a rather good mood tonight we can only wonder what’s running through that large, egotistical head of his. He struts down the hallway with a smile on his face; a purpose. He is outside in the parking lot, the slight breeze gently pushing his hair. His short sleeves “Are you Black and Blue?” Jay Zero t-shirt does no good in this evening’s chilly temperature. He treks up some 6 steps of stairs of what looks to be a trailer. [/center] Knock. Knock. Knock. [/b][/center] Jay stands there on the top of the stairs, waiting for a response. He rubs his right arm, the friction giving him some temporary heat. Then, the door opens. Hot air spews out of the room and onto Jay’s body as a person sticks his head out wearing a professional black polo shirt with ACW printed in red font on the left pectorial. [/center] Worker: Yes? Zero: Um hey there. I was just wondering if Stan was in there. The camera man one. [/color] Worker: Um, I’m not sure. Let me check. Jay looks over his right shoulder, grasping his arms tightly to his chest in attempt to get warm. The man looks all around inside and comes back out. [/center] Worker: No, sorry! No Stan in here. Zero: Ugh. Thanks. [/color] The man smiles at Jay and goes back to work inside the trailer, closing the door and allowing the coldness to rush back into Jay’s body. He shivers and turns around only to find the one man he was looking for. Stan quickly catches the sight of Jay and tries to turn around before he notices him. Acting dumb, Stan starts walking back the way he came. [/center] Zero: That little…[/color] Jay quickly rushes down the steps and begins his fast paced strides towards the ill-witted Stan. With each step the turnover of his legs gets faster and faster, eventually breaking out into a mild jog. He latches his cold hand on the shoulder of Stan. Grasping firmly, he swings Stan around to look him straight in the eyes. [/center] Stan: Oh! Hey Jay! Didn’t see you coming! Zero: Don’t play dumb to me. What do you got? [/color] Stan: Hmm? Zero: Listen! I thought I made myself clear Monday! You come up with something for me, or you’re fired! [/color] Stan: Oh, about that. I—I was thinking over in my head what would be good. And, well nothing struck a key! It’s nothing that will help you get a title match or even win it! Zero: Alright just hear me out, okay?! Firstly, you start lying to me. I don’t appreciate bringing you into our big, happy, loving family called Entourage, just to have you shove the knife in my back as I sleep! ‘K? Next off, you cut my promo last Monday short with your little “camera difficulties.” That doesn’t boost morale, Stan! Either you learn to control your own device, or you step aside and let the real professionals do it. And finally, don’t you ever. Ever. Tell me what I think. You supply me with the stuff, and I’ll use it appropriately. Got it? [/color] Stan: Um….Yeah. Zero: Good, now what do you got for me? [/color] Stan: Um…well, nothing. Zero: Heh…nothing? [/color] Stan: Yeah. Zero: Really? Really Stan, are you joking right now? [/color] Stan: No- Jay grabs Stan by the shoulders and with a quick pivot and thrust, slams him back first into a tractor trailer that was just to the right of them. Jay hovers over Stan, with his eyes glazed over and burning with intensity. [/center] Zero: You get me what I want by the end of today, or I swear to God….your ass is fired, for good. [/color] But instead of getting the answer he was looking for, Stan starts to retaliate, pushing Jay back a bit. [/center] Stan: You know! I don’t have to deal with this you know! I could be working some other glamorous camera job! Zero: Oh really? And tell me! What well known name would hire such a low class camera man with the kind of skills and wit that you contain? Hmm? [/color] Stan stays quiet this time, keeping whatever he has inside him exactly where they should be. [/center] Zero: End of today, or we’re done. [/color] Withstanding the cold fall air long enough, Jay begins walking back towards the arena. Stan breathes heavily, relieved to have kept his cool. The scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:00:38 GMT -5
Segment: Ulterior Motives (Credit: Jake Cheng) Part 2: The Past
Rattlesnake: And what of Senator? Always busy on the political trail. Sure, you had some hard fought battles there. But while you were gone campaigning and debating and kissing babies, we needed your wisdom. We needed to have someone as inspirational as you by our side through the tough times. But that wasn't the case. You expected Hunter and I to rationally talk this whole thing out...almost like a leader would ask. Deep down you wanted to r...
Click
The TV goes dark and static makes noise as the picture fades away. Stan swallows dryly. He bends his neck back so his head is facing upward. He is nervous, for sure, but what does he have to be nervous about?
He jumps to his feet, probably also wetting his pants, as Jake opens the door to the room. The title quietly thunked against the table when Jake set it down. He moves around to the couch, around Stan and sits down, still sweaty from his match. Stan the Cameraman remains standing as if he were a statue.
Jake: Woo! Party time! Stan, what’s up?
Stan: Huh?
Stan snaps out of his daze and sits down next to the Light Heavyweight Champion, a loop of deep concern and sorrow on his face.
Stan: No party. Jake, I got some bad news.
Jake: What’s up?
Stan:..I’m leaving.
Jake: What? When? Why?
Stan: Yeah, I’m leaving. You know how I’m getting married. Well, Jen is pregnant. And her being a lawyer, I’m taking care of the kid.
Jake:....congratulations.
Stan: Yeah, I know but...wait what?
Jake: I said congratulations. It’s what you say to a couple that has a kid coming on the way.
Stan: I thought you would be mad.
Jake: Nah. We’ve been working together for two plus years. Maybe it will be better for the both of us.
Stan: Alright. So today is my last day.
Jake: What! You have nine months!
Stan: Yeah, but I got wedding planning shit to do too. Full plate.
Jake: Alright, alright.
Stan: Thanks. But I owe you a favor. Cashable anytime. For not throwing you a you won party.
Jake: Deal.
The two friends shake hands and the picture starts to freeze. So Jake didn’t fire Stan? This isn’t answering any questions, it’s just making more.
Part 3: The Plan
Fade
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:01:06 GMT -5
Segment: Let Us Engage in Fisticuffs </Old School ACW> (Credit: Freeman / Hunter)
The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman walking down a hallway, looking rather confident about his match. He seems to be in a relatively good mood, but then all of a sudden he pauses, and his facial expression turns intense quickly. The camera zooms out to see what caused this abrupt change in attitude, and it pans right, to show Hunter...a man who Freeman had many problems with in the past.
Freeman: Well, look who it is. It's Hunter. The guy who's just so much better than me. Right? Let me remind you, Hunter, that I am currently in the semi finals of the Emperor of the Ring tournament, an honor which you have not gotten a chance to...
He ceases speaking when he sees Hunter look at him oddly. Freeman is attempting to figure out if this is some sort of new strategy he has...but he learns soon enough that this is all Hunter.
Hunter: Do I know you from somewhere...?
At these words, Freeman's blood boils and his glare intensifies. How can this disrespect continue after everything he did?
Freeman: Yeah, let me remind you. I was in the Senatorial Stable, and after realizing how much I was held down and disrespected, I spit in Senator's face, and left you guys. And since then, I have defeated Adrian Flamingo, who I believe defeated you just a short while ago. I have gone on to the semi-finals of the Emperor of the Ring tournament, which again, you have not done, and I am now a member of the Entourage, the most dominant stable in this company, and one where I am at least considered equal in.
Clearly Hunter is barely listening to this, instead choosing to continue looking over him.
Hunter: But do you have a name?
Freeman: I'm...Jason Freeman.
Finally, Hunter shows some light in his eyes, his memory apparently returning to him.
Hunter: Ah, so that’' what happened to you. I was wondering about that a week ago.
Freeman: Yeah, I---wait..a week ago?
Hunter: Yeah. I was thinking, "What happened to that whiny kid who hung around in our locker room? I haven’t seen him in a while."
Freeman, fuming, clenches his fists, and continues to glare into the now, slightly amused, eyes of Hunter. Whether this is just a mind game, or whether Hunter legitimately didn't realize Freeman was missing for about a month, Freeman didn't know, but either way he was furious. He then decided to cool it. He was above this now. In Freeman's eyes, Hunter wasn't worth it.
Freeman: Okay, fine, continue to pretend that I am worthless---
Hunter: You are.
Freeman: ...it doesn't matter to me anymore. Like I said, the fact that I have a tournament match tonight proves that I'm better than you. You, who still stays in the dying Senatorial Stable, as if it's going to revive itself. Everybody's clearing ship, Hunter, and there's a good reason for it.
Hunter, obviously tired of Freeman's tirade, sighs.
Hunter: I liked you better when you were a pushover.
Without pausing to think, Freeman coolly puts out a retort.
Freeman: And I liked you better when you were dead.
Hunter's eyes widen a bit, obviously shocked (but also amused) by the defiance from Freeman, who usually just took his insults. But then Hunter laughs, and continues on.
Hunter: What's the difference? I'm superior to you anyways, and it doesn't matter whether you're in the tournament or not, or whether you're in the Entourage, instead of hanging around our locker room.
Freeman: You're a liar, and I'm going to prove it.
Hunter: ...prove it? What, with polygraphs?
Freeman: No. With a challenge.
Hunter once again begins to chuckle, as Freeman coolly looks into his eyes.
Hunter: Fine, I can use a win. Any time. You name it.
Freeman: Well, I would say Emperor of the Ring, but then I remembered, I will be wrestling in the main event, and going on to win a title shot.
Hunter: Yeah, you keep thinking that...
Freeman: No, no, it's okay, continue to doubt me. But as soon as we step into the ring, I'm going to prove to you exactly how many mistakes you've made, how much you have misjudged me. Hunter, just keep laughing about it, because I AM going to beat some respect into you.
With that Freeman walks away...and the camera zooms into Hunter's face. Hunter smirks and shakes his head...he patiently awaits for Freeman to name the time and place.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:01:53 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Williams vs. Echo (Credit: Hunter)
For once, -BAM- is not just a distraction from the match and an excuse for me to write less, nor is it a clothesline. It is a well placed kick to the jaw of Andrew Williams, who takes a moment to let the pain to sink in before charging at Echo for revenge. Echo dodges his various strikes before letting loose a few kicks of her own, most of which Williams blocks as well. Sensing the need to stop Echo's furious assault, Williams brings her down with an arm drag, followed by the ever popular ARMBAR! Echo escapes its evil clutches, rolling up and charging forward for the Abisegiri, which connects with enough force to warrant an attempted pinfall; alas, it does not get her the victory this early. Williams lets his irritance get the best of him, as he throws a barrage of fists Echo's way, and then finishes this off with a vicious powerslam, followed by an unsuccessful pinfall.
After repeating more of the same for the next few minutes, they changed their techniques up ever so slightly. Echo threw Williams down with an STO, and then proceeded to lock on her first submission of the evening, using the ever popular cobra clutch as the move to fill that title. Williams struggles for a moment, but eventually reaches the ropes. He then throws out a submission of his own, this in the form of a dragon sleeper. But Echo has watched enough ACW matches (or matches written by me, at least - yay kayfabe breaking) to know how to escape this: she runs to the ropes and jumps onto each one, finally leaping off the top one and flipping over Williams, spinning him around and nailing him with a snap uranage. She then waits for him to rise, and nails him with a vicious Perdition's Edge...but alas, only a two and a half count greets her.
Williams blocks another kick and forcefully throws Echo down, and then hits her with a snap Shining Yakuza Kick. Finally sensing the opportunity to turn things around in his favor, he rushes at her and also nails the Kaito Knee Strike, covering her...but only getting a two count for his troubles. He angrily punches her a few times, and then lifts her up and sets her up for the Tiger Bomb...but she throws him over her. He rises up, but she chops him quickly, and then elbows him in the face. As he's distracted, she rebounds off the ropes, and then nails the Take 2 Nap. Following this, she attempts the Via Dolorosa, but Williams is able to kick her back, kip up, and grab her for the Sleeper Suplex...but she elbows him out of it yet again. She then pushes him back into the ropes, and when he rebounds to her, she leaps onto his shoulders and nails the Lacrimosa! She covers, and finally gets the pinfall.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:02:27 GMT -5
Segment: The Room Master (Credit: Yoko)
Tonight it’s do or die. More paranormal phenomena in the Demon Pit, or leave it be. After a substantial amount of time, Yoko begins to fall asleep on the floor, and then suddenly she’s awakened by a wetness.
Not that kind.
Or that kind.
The floor is wet.
The sarcophagus is back, and has creaked open, letting out the water within. Fighting the irrational fear that always comes over her, she pries it open further, revealing…
Absolutely nothing.
It’s completely empty. And as fast as it appeared, it vanishes, leaving no water, no evidence that it had even been there.
I must have been sleepwalking…Or I’ve truly gone insane.
Then, a flash of red on the wall.
Yoko watches to make sure she isn’t seeing things…and it happens again. She approaches it very slowly while it keeps flashing. She places her hand on the wall, unable to stop herself from doing so. It glows strongly.
A shrouded face in a red cowl appears in the wall.
??: You.
Yoko: …You!
She flees the room, leaving behind what she saw…it couldn’t have been what she thought she saw, she has to be cracking up.
…Asmodeus? No. Dead and gone, and yet…
Her hand is very warm…energized. It feels good.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:02:55 GMT -5
Segment: Applications and Aggrivations (Credit: Senator)
"Well, well, well, what have we here?"
Yes, this is one of those extremely rare first person promos from Senator Phillips...a window into the mind, so to say...anyway, Phillips is seen in his office, with a series of sheets laid out on his desk.
"Urgh, my neck is never going to let up, but if I resort to those weakling painkillers, I would probably become just like Brett Farve...an extremely error prone highly paid quarterback, yeah, that might not be too bad...and addicted...not good...and a Packer. No go on the painkillers. So then, these new applicants, heh, what?"
Phillips looks down at one particular sheet, with an amused, yet confused reaction.
"Whoever wanted to join as a tag team in a company without tag titles has to be nuts. Oh well, they ARE both solid. And I would think that they should be rather loyal, too. Loyal members are a must, I would rather have that idiot Fitsharris around here, and not have to worry about him wreaking havoc...intentionally...on the Stable. No, I would rather have someone like him, rather than Wyvern, Mr. Benedict Arnold, or Rattlesnake, et tu, Brutis, or Axis Sally, Jason Freeman. Yeah, it just does not matter how talented, or how established they are at this point, everyone can improve, and with the proper grounding, I can improve them 100(one hundred), yeah, the lottery is for suckers, but yeah, I could improve them 100 fold."
Phillips moves the sheets around, and sees one particular item that catches his eye.
"Man, it sure is nice to have Rena organize stuff, instead of the twin twerps. This, however, looks like her first major error...no. Urgh, a bill? For some fancy shopping spree in Paris? When the heck did she ever go there? Paris...heh, France, land of the socialist revolutions, off with your head, Robespierre. Zidane, though, now there's a Frenchie I can respect, at least. I remember those Royles guys used to go nuts for that soccer stuff in the ring, so much that that one, er, can hardly remember his name...or anything, he even took that crazy headbutt from him. Yeah, that reminds me, Fallout got disbanded officially. What a shame...perhaps there is someone who could pick up the property, though..."
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:03:28 GMT -5
Segment: “Think Again BK” Credit: T-Kiss [As Meltdown rages on, in an all too familiar sight, the show’s picture starts to become filled with static. In just a matter of seconds ACW viewers are treated to a picture of Thunderkiss who has decided to hijack the show once again.] Thunderkiss: Relax, Thunderkiss is here. Once again, do not adjust your Television sets Thundermaniacs, for I am now in complete control. [Thunderkiss pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. It is as if he almost doesn’t want to say the following few sentences and forces himself to do it.] Thunderkiss: Adrian Flamingo. Obviously, not my favorite person in the world. Be that as it may, I owe Mr. Flamingo a small debt of gratitude. You see, he did not only me but the entire wrestling world a favor by wrecking the career of that over-hyped son of a bitch, BK London. I just got done reading the first part of Matthew Culhane’s little article and I could hardly contain my laughter. AWWWW, POOR BK’S HEART IS BROKEN. Well you know what? GOOD! He ruined *MY* dreams, *MY* night! Not only that, he ruined *EVERYONE’S* night as well. The fans wanted to see me raise the ACW World Title onto my shoulders and instead were treated to a complete INJUSTICE all thanks to that bastard! Because of his actions , a full scale RIOT ensued after our match - a riot that I hold no responsibility for. That night the people took it upon themselves to stand up and protest having to watch the “same old shit” time after time, night after night. There is a lesson to be learned from their actions and I hope it is a message not forgotten. [TK’s tone becomes louder as he begins speaks with more authority; the passion of the words spewing out of his mouth coming directly from his heart.] Thunderkiss: Now I know you’re listening Mr. London so you put your ear right up against your TV set right now because I want to make a few things perfectly clear. Though you may think we’re done, you better think again. You see on that very special night, your actions did allow you screw me over and put you in the main event, but they also did something far more important. Those riots and chaos that *YOU* caused gave birth to the Worldbreaker, a man who will eventually set all the wrongs in ACW right - and believe me BK, you *ARE* a wrong! [He slams his fist into the top of the desk he is sitting at. A loud booming sound rattles the eardrums of all who watch.] Thunderkiss: So while you set at home nursing that broken leg of yours, I want you to watch on as I snap each and every one of your little friends. While I do so, I want you to keep telling yourself that this is all *YOUR* fault, because it is. When I broke Cheng, it was because of you. When I broke your buddy the Senator, oh yes, it was *YOUR* fault. Every time I break one ... they have only *YOU* to blame! [Thunderkiss rises from his chair and proceeds to get directly in front of the camera so that the only viewable image is that of his face.] Thunderkiss: When you step through that door, you better make sure you have more than Flamingo on your mind BK, because your name will instantly be placed upon my list. And when that happens my friend, well ... it’s only a matter of time before your other leg will suffer the same fate. Pretty poetic when you think about it, huh? Both legs of BK London broken by the best two the next generation has to offer. To be frank, there couldn’t be anything better than that. BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ - - - *
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:03:55 GMT -5
Segment: Gun it. Credit: Jay Zero As we return back from commercials, the camera rotates around, catching a good ¾ of the crowd in attendance here tonight. Suddenly, guitar chords blaze throughout the arena and the blue spotlights begin shining as Jay Zero’s entrance video lights up the Alphatron and “Unbroken [Hotel Baby]” plays loud over the sound system. The camera cuts to the shot of the entrance ramp where a blue fog begins to fill up the gateway to the main stage. Moments later, the former Entertainment Champion emerges from the fog, bursting out onto the stage, full of life and energy.
After posing a bit and spraying his infamous hairspray all over the ever so confident Jay Zero begins to strut down to the ring, receiving very mixed reactions from the crowd. As he walks down the entranceway, one fan stands out to Zero. He is booing at the top of his lungs, waving his arms at Jay, trying to get his attention. Jay stops and turns towards the fan who decides to be funny and throw a bag of popcorn on Zero. Zero reels back as the crowd boos this obnoxious fan. Zero suddenly lunges forward, pretending to swing, sending the guy cowering backwards, tripping over his own chair.
Jay shakes his head and proceeds towards the ring whilst the entire arena laughs at the punk in the front row. Jay slides into the ring and jumps right up, fixing his hair afterwards and giving an extra squirt of the spray to hold it in place. He places the hairspray down on the mat and walks over to the ropes to pose for a good five seconds.
He calls for a microphone and Philips grants this request just as the blue spotlights turn off and his music begins to cut out. [/center] Zero: Tonight! The Main Sensation, ravishing hero that you all dare to call Zero….is NOT in action! [/color] The crowd boos for the lack of Jay Zero’s in ring talent tonight. [/center] Zero: Yes, Yes, I know! It’s a shame! I know that you all worked very hard for your money and you most likely slaved over that Burger King grill for several hours a night just to afford these tickets! [/color] More boos; however, this time it’s for just Jay in general. [/center] Zero: But don’t you worry! I may not be in action tonight in this very ring, but you still get to witness later on tonight, Jason Freeman vs. The Senator Steve Philips! [/color] They cheer, highly anticipating the semi-finals match and main event of the evening. [/center] Zero: Heck, even I can’t wait for that match! I mean, I’m just dying to know who I’m going to face in the finals at Emperor of the Ring! Hah hah hah! I’m sure you’re all aware that last Monday, the very skilled athlete, Jay Zero defeated Hunter after a not so cleanly executed Zero Darkness. It’s a shame really, I was looking to break his neck, too!
But hey, whatever! So long Hunter, thanks for trying! There’s always next year! Now, this brings me to my next opponent, who I shall face this Monday. This time…there won’t really be mercy. There won’t be screw jobs. There is simply just revenge to be sought, and a true victory in the name of Jay Zero when he finally shuts down Yoko Satoshi once and for all!
C’mon Yoko, you’ve long lived your run here in ACW. What more do you possibly have to accomplish? You’re a very young girl, and very smart too. And if you’re as smart as I think you are, you’d also know that I’m one hell of a tough cookie! Like I showed you last time, I’m not going down without a fight, Satoshi!
But however, say if you win, heh, and that’s a big if. If you do win, this time maybe you’ll be smart enough to realize that Cassie and tearing up my stomach isn’t really the noble and smart decision to do. Not only will you have to face the consequences of my sweet revenge, but Thunderkiss as well. [/color] The crowd erupts at the announcement of Thunderkiss as a loud “World Break-er!” chant starts up. [/center] Zero: However that’s a total different story based for another day and totally irrelevant to the fact that you will fail to upset me once again anyways! Haha, and once I beat you Miss Satoshi, I will go on to become ACW’s fourth ever, EMPEROR OF THE RING when I defeat either Jason Freeman, or The Senator! There is not a doubt in my mind anymore that says I won’t win this thing! Whomever it may be at Emperor of the Ring, I’m going to cut through them like a hot knife through butter and go on to eventually win the World Heavyweight Championship! [/color] The crowd doesn’t know how to react to this. A small “You Suck” chant starts up in Section A2. [/center] Zero: Seriously people, look at who we got here! One. Our current “World Champion” Wyvern. What has this man done lately? Hmm? Exactly my point! Nothing! The man has done nothing but constantly pull out fluke wins from his ass! What happened to the good ole days when Wyvern was the entertaining, athletic go-getter? Hm? Now he just sits around and does nothing but show up on ACW television, the Monday before payperviews! Don’t you think it’s time for a REAL champion? [/color] He holds the mic out, receiving a “Yes!” from atleast half the crowd. [/center] Zero: Don’t you think it’s time for an ACTIVE champion?! [/color] “YES!” [/center] Zero: Don’t you think it’s time for somebody young and fresh to step up to the plate and totally shock the world?! Don’t you think it’s time, for ZERO?! [/color] Boooooooo. Jay’s eyes bulge out, totally not expecting that turn of events. [/center] Zero: What the….You’re booing me? What the f*BLEEEEP*-k is wrong with you people?! Well fine then! Let’s look at the other candidate! Let’s take a look into the eyes of a psychopath. Lets take a gander at Dr. Alexander Starkweather! [/color] The boos don’t really lighten up at all, if anything, they deepen. [/center] Zero: For several months now, he’s been used, and he’s been ABUSED! I mean, he’s been plotting this back stabbing since Day 1, and what GREAT TIMING too! I Heh, just look at the stats! This month, Starkweather has done SHIT. He’s suffered losses from, the pathetic Light Heavyweight Champion, Jock Shing, he’s been flat rolled by The Wooooorldbreaaaaker, THUNDER-KISS! [/color] Wooohooooo! [/center] Zero: ……..And finally, he has a recorded loss against the current champ-iiooon, Wyvern in a non title singles match. Not one win the entire month!
So ladies, gentlemen, just compare the two. If Wyvern retains, you see the precious world title once a month. If Starkweather wins on a long shot, you see the title at a new low. . .Why? It’s because he’s going to clutch onto it, as tightly as he can. He’s going to savor every moment of that upset because deep down, he knows he doesn’t deserve it. He knows he’s weak and he knows he’s going to be ACW’s main target that the top stars like myself will be gunning for. If Starkweather wins, I think the World Title will lose even more value, and I’ll possibly die a little bit inside!
No matter what, you people are not left satisfied! You are subjected to two possible World title reigns that end up being mediocre at best! You people deserve better! You people deserve a World title reign that will be AMAZING at minimum! You people deserve to see that World title defended! You people deserve none less than fabulous!
You people deserve nothing, but JAY. . . . ZERO! [/color] Clearly stating his point, he throws the microphone down. The crowd is very mixed on the possibility of Jay Zero becoming the ACW World Champion, however, it may also be for the best…well, in his opinion. His music pumps out through the speakers as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:04:44 GMT -5
Segment: Decisions, Decisions (Credit: Latino)
As the last match finishes up the cameras cut back to the office of the Chairman of ACW. Ginger is still furious over the last events that happened on Meltdown. He paces back and forth in his office as the cameras get in closer, picking up the words uttering out of his mouth.
Ginger: I don't believe this. I don't believe that he can get away with this.
* Knock, Knock *
Ginger: What is it?
Ginger turns back towards his door as Latino walks into the office. It's clear that he would like more than anything to not to have to see this former World Champion here, but now it is out of his control. Latino walks in dressed in pure street clothes with his coveted HWL Tag Team Championship over his shoulder.
Latino: Oye, jefe. You wanted to see me?
Latino sits down with confidence. He puts his feet up on the Chairman's desk. Ginger stares at Latino's feet and then back at a grinning newly employed ACW wrestler.
Ginger: I bet you're happy now, huh? You got around those legalities and made a fool of me!
Latino: Heh, si, si. It was fun and you should've seen your face.
Latino starts chuckling even more at the thought of the last events. As every second passes, Ginger's anger increases a degree. He looks back at Latino and this time grabs his feet and swings them off the desk. Latino nearly falls out of the chair, but quickly finds his balance. He stands up and for a brief second a pause enters the room. Both men are staring eye to eye as it's clear neither of them are truly in a joking mood.
Ginger: Good, that stupid smirk is off your face. Now, you listen good. You may have gotten around my law and that's fine. Business is business.....but I will make it my personal mission to make sure that you're remainder here in ACW is a complete....living....joy....
Latino: Joy? Que tu eres loco?
Ginger: Yea, that's right joy. It'll be a joy for me to make you suffer. So go ahead I grant you the night off because soon you will be begging me for more of them.
Latino lets the last words sink into his mind and then leaves the office with a slam of the door. Ginger nods his head as the scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by BK London on Sept 20, 2007 16:05:52 GMT -5
Segment: The Biggest Night Of My Life (Credit; Jake Cheng)
March 3, 2007
140 Days Ago
KICKOUT
Kudo raises Jake to his feet and whips him into the corner. Kudo runs at him with a body splash, but Jake moves out of the way! Jake then exits the ring to stand on the apron. As Kudo staggers back to the center of the ring, Jake hops onto the middle rope and flips backward with a moonsault, but Kudo snipes him clear out of the air with a Spiral Dropkick! Jake rolls onto the apron. When he gets to his feet again, Kudo tries to haul him back into the ring, but Jake fights back with an elbow strike that sends Kudo staggering. Jake springboards onto the top rope and soars to come crashing down on Kudo with a frog splash style crossbody! Jake pulls Kudo up and plants him in an evenflow DDT! Jake covers.
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KICKOUT
Jake climbs up to the top rope, but Kudo has recovered by now and knocks him down so that he is seated on the top rope. Kudo climbs up to join him on the top rope and sets up for a superplex, but Jake holds onto the top rope to block. Jake drills some punches into Kudo’s exposed ribs and shoves him backward. Kudo falls back to the mat and lands on his feet. While Jake is still seated on the top rope, Kudo strikes with a gamengiri! Having properly apprehended Jake, Kudo sends him crashing back down to the mat with an Iconoclasm! Kudo gets to his feet and climbs to the top rope. Kudo leaps off with a frog splash, but Jake manages to get his knees up and buries them into Kudo’s abdomen! Both men get to their feet at around the same time, but Jake acts first by taking a run at Kudo, straight into a superkick. However, this only momentarily dazes Jake, who promptly retaliates with a Jumping Spinning Leg Lariat! Jake struggles back to his feet. When Kudo gets to his knees, Jake takes a sidestep and swings his foot around to drill a roundhouse kick straight into Kudo's throat!
McNally: What a brutal maneuver! I am told Jake calls it the Second Heartbeat, and that might just be the end of it!
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DING, DING, DING!
Phillip: Here is your winner and the NEW Light-Heavyweight Champion...“THE TRINITY”...JAKE...CHENG!
The crowd goes ballistic, and Jake's expression is a joy to behold. He accepts the belt from the referee, and holds it up... maybe Fallen Heroes represents a turning point for him, after all. As for Kudo... he is left at the metaphorical bottom of a deep hole... can he find a way to come back and prove himself all over again?
Fade...
20 Minutes Later
BK slowly begins to get up using the ropes, and Jake only stalks him from behind, anxiously waiting for him to turn around and when he does - he is sent back down to the crowd with a earth shattering chairshot to the skull. Now busted open, the blood pours down the sides of his head as he can only look up at his partner continuing to delivers this punishment to him - unprovoked punishment. Jake opens up the steel chair and sets it down in the middle of the ring before picking up the totally inert BK.
With the extreme loss of blood, the man can hardly stand up on his two feet on his own. He stumbles around spaghetti legged as Jake slaps him around a bit. Jake then throws his head between his arm and throws BK's other arm over his shoulder. He raises up the Grand Slam Champion high in the air, before seconds later sending him crashing down to the open steel chair with a brainbuster DDT. BK lays flat on his stomach in the middle of the ring as the water washes his newly spilled blood out the ring to the floor below, and Jake gets down to his level and speaks to him. While he is probably unconscious, and can hear nothing, the crowd can hear one very audible comment by Jake.
Jake: .....see you in HELL!
No longer a flashback.
There is no picture.
Jake: That was the most important day of my career. That was the day I became the first four time Light Heavyweight Champion. That was the day I stood up to BK London. That was the beginning of a new record. One hundred and forty days...and counting. No one will stop it. No one can stop me.
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