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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:36:17 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown October 4th 2007
Schedule of Matches --------------------------------------
Jonny Hughes vs Jade Amuro
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No.1 Contender for Entertainment Title Echo vs Mr. Red vs Josh The Jersey Boy
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Latino vs Ricky Falco
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XS3 vs Alicia Kitsune
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Tag Team Tables Match – Elimination Rules The Senator and Hunter vs Jason Freeman and Jay Zero
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:36:59 GMT -5
Segment: A New Beginning (credit: Jonny Hughes)
Meltdown kicks off with the scene fading to the backstage interview area. Stood by is the lovely Charlotte King who is waiting for the main protagonist of this piece, Jonny Hughes. Charlotte becomes distracted by something on the v-neck of the dress and begins brushing the tip of the V-neck dress. Suddenly a large hand lurches into shot and picks a small ball of fluff from the dress. Charlotte looks up to see Jonny Hughes and shoots daggers at him.
Hughes: There you go.
Charlotte: How dare you!?!
Hughes: How dare I?
Charlotte: What makes you think you can grope me live on television!?!
Hughes: Grope you?! Oh please Miss King, you know me better than that. I wouldn’t force myself on a woman in any situation, let alone in the workplace. I have more professionalism and class than that.
Charlotte: That’s true….I’m sorry about that, with all the testosterone around here I’m always being hit on by guys. I just forgot who that you aren’t that type of person.
Hughes: Apology accepted. Now, shall we get on with the interview?
Charlotte: Of course. Emperor of the Ring was a great evening overall and also a great evening for yourself because you and your tag partner were unveiled as the newest members of ACW’s most prestigious group, the Senatorial Stable.
Hughes: Indeed it was Miss King. Sunday was the latest step in my personal climb up the metaphoric ladder here in ACW. The Senatorial Stable is the most respected group in ACW history and it’s no coincidence that it’s been around for so long. Sunday was a new beginning for me personally and for The Senatorial Stable.
Charlotte: We also witnessed a change in your mentality at Emperor of the Ring, you mentioned something about winning over the fans with your ‘Cult of Personality’. What is this ‘Cult of Personality’?
Hughes: ‘Cult of Personality’ occurs when a person launches a huge media campaign to emphasise the best aspects of their personality.
Charlotte: When will see this take effect?
Hughes: Soon Miss King, but for the time being I have a match tonight, which is a rarity, that I must prepare for.
Charlotte: Of course, could I get your thoughts on your match?
Hughes: Tonight I want to show my new stable mates what Jonny Hughes is all about. And I want to repay the faith they have shown in me by putting a big W in my win/loss record.
Charlotte: Thanks you for your time Jonny.
Hughes: It’s been a pleasure as always Miss King.
The camera moves to focus on Charlotte as Jonny Hughes leaves the interview.
Charlotte: And now, back to ACW Meltdown.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:37:28 GMT -5
Segment: A Celebration fit for a Light Heavyweight Champion (Credit: Zero/Freeman) We open up to a very vivacious crowd here tonight, only five days after the amazing Emperor of the Ring 2007. Fireworks begin to blow off throughout the arena, a mist of sparks flying through the air. As the wild admirers and fans of ACW go nuts at the fact that they are at a live taping on ACW Meltdown, we find something unusual about the atmosphere. Something is different, yet nobody can really put their finger on it. A physical difference on the other hand is that a black carpet is covering the ring mat. [/center] Maxwell McNally Hello, and welcome to another edition of Thursday Night Meltdown! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: I’m ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison, joined with long time friend, Maxwell McNally! Max, what an event we saw this past coming Saturday! Maxwell McNally Without a doubt, Emperor of the Ring was truly an exciting one! And most of— POOF! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: What the?! Maxwell McNally Look! In the rafters! Suddenly with that loud pop, thousands upon thousands of tiny pieces of colored paper confetti drops from the ceiling. The fireworks die down with one last big explosion for the finale, and as that happens, a large banner unrolls, hanging above the stage. It says: [/center] “Day Zero!” ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Zero! Ah! The crowd has mixed reactions now as the stage begins to fog up with a blue smoke and “Unbroken [Hotel Baby]” blasts loud and clear through the speakers. Jay Zero explodes out from the back, creating a path through the fog and out onto the stage. He is greeted by mixed reactions from the crowd as he walks out with his Light Heavyweight Title around his waist and walks to the top of the entrance ramp. He spins around, pointing up to the Day Zero banner and smiling.
Jay makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto the ring apron. [/center] Maxwell McNally Here’s the man that defeated Jake Cheng for that Light Heavyweight Title, not even a week ago! Jay climbs up to the top rope where he then unbuckles the title belt and holds it high up in the air while hundreds of cameras flash throughout the arena. Upon his finish, Jay hops into the ring, grabbing a microphone from Philip at ringside. The music fades as Jay looks up, basking at the glory of all the confetti. [/center] Zero: Ahh! Hah hah! Fiiiinally, it is upon us! [/color] Maxwell McNally What’s he talking about? ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Shh! Zero: After weeks of loneliness and months of isolation, Jay Zero has once again won precious gold! [/color] More mixed reactions from the crowd as the very last bits of confetti continue to fall. Jay throws the title over his right shoulder. [/center] Zero: And now, mark this day on your calendars! Call your friends, your family, your neighbors! Quickly! And then, you tell them to record this broadcast! Why? Because ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we celebrate Jay Zero’s amazing title win! Tonight we celebrate a new reign!
Tonight! We celebrate! Day ZERO! [/color] He poses, pointing towards the banner. [/center] Zero: Now, Now, I know what you all must be thinking! “Oh my! Jay Zero’s out here! This is great!” And you people, are ONE HUNDRED percent, without a doubt, correct! But then, some of you are thinking about the other things that occured that night! Yoko’s the empress, whoopdie-freakin’-do! Starkweather won the world title? Pfft, booooriiiing. What these people want to celebrate and what these people are AAAALL talking about! Is that big “W” that went into the record books as a victory for Jay Zero when I rightfully claimed my NEW Light Heavyweight Championship!
Everything else baby, that’s second page news compared to me! But enough about that, let’s talk a little bit more about my magnificent win! Hah hah! [/color] Maxwell McNally Somebody’s a bit self-centered! ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Oh pipe down, Max! Zero: Jake Cheng was a VERY…..VERY lucky man at Emperor of the Ring! He came oooooh so close to retaining that title, but not on his own! Of course, he needed a bit of a boost up to his feet first. And that’s where Stan came into play, knocking me straight in the back of my head with this golden title! Yes, he pinned me! But not on fair, legal terms!
So right now, I would like to thank you, Chairman Ginger for doing the RIGHT THING and restarting my match! If it weren’t for you, this celebration of fun and glory would not be taking place! But along with Ginger, I would mostly like to thank….
The Big Man!
GOD! [/color] Parts of the crowd chant “Psycho” as Jay smiles, adjusting the title belt. [/center] Zero: If it weren’t for God, giving me the strength that I needed! Then only he knows where I’d be right now! Probably in the back, begging for the Senatorial Stable to guide me under it’s wing as they’re the only people here that are as used to embarrassment and being lackluster! [/color] The entire arena turns around and boos the champion now. [/center] Zero: And speaking of which! Tonight, I got stuck into the ring with Jason Freeman AGAIN, to take on The Senatorial Stable! What the hell is up with that bullshit?! I’m a friggin’ phenomenon, and you’re still putting me in tag matches with Jason Freeman?!? The man can’t even take HUNTER of all people one on one, so do you people here strive on my pain and misfortune trying to pull this man through an entire match, let alone expect us to win?! [/color] Suddenly, Jason Freeman marches out onto the ramp way, without Jay even noticing. [/center] Zero: We may be stable mates, but hell, I’m not going to take this bullshit anymo—[/color] Freeman: JAY! JAY! Surprised, Jay jumps back, turning his attention towards the ramp to find Jason halfway towards the ring already with a microphone in hand. [/center] Maxwell McNally Uh oh. He comes Jason Freeman walking down to the ring! Freeman: Listen, Jay, if you've got a problem with me... He slides into the ring and proceeds to march up right next to Jay. [/center] Freeman: Then you might as well say it to my face, champ! “Oooooh” goes the crowd as things begin to heat up a bit. [/center] Freeman: Ever since I’ve joined Entourage you’ve been on my back over every single thing. I never hear the end of it. You just can't put the past behind you, and I think it's leading to problems so you know what, just spill it! Get it all out! Right here! Right now! Zero: Heh…Freeman, Freeman, Freeman. What’s gotten into you? Talking back and standing up for yourself! Pfft, it must be that stupid new hairstyle! [/color] Freeman: Stupid? Hah! You're accusing ME of having stupid hair? When was the last time you looked in a mirr--- Zero: Hey-Hey-Hey! Shut your mouth Freeman before I clock you with this title and wire it for you! Now if you want me to tell you what I think, then fine! At Emperor of the Ring, you had the easiest, simplest task of all! Just—Beat Hunter! I mean…look at what you had to prove! One, that you could stand up for yourself against him. Two, that you were actually worthy of recognition! And three, to stick it to the Senatorial Stable in the name of Entourage!
But wait! That’s right! Jason Freeman CAN’T stick up for himself in the ring! Jason Freeman ISN’T worthy of recognition! Freeman---you let Entourage down at Emperor of the Ring! [/color] Freeman: Hah, sure. Let me tell you something Jay. I got beaten, because I was assaulted from behind by two men. And unlike you, I didn't get MY match restarted. That puts us in the same boat, but you luckily got a second chance. If I had been in the ring with Cheng I wouldn't have NEEDED to go to a rematch anyways. Zero: Really? Well how about this. Tonight! You get your second chance! You get a last chance to prove yourself! Tonight, you put BOTH Senator and Hunter through two separate tables and win the match in name of Entourage! [/color] Freeman: What?! Zero: Oh, what’s wrong? Can’t handle the pressure, Freeman? Heh, well guess what. Tonight is Day Zero, and I’m sure as hell not willing to get my hands dirty! Heh, good luck Freeman, and may God be with you! [/color] He drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. He throws the title back up over his shoulder while he walks up the ramp. However, Freeman has one last thing to say. [/center] Freeman: Fine! I'll put them both through tables. I don't need your help, anyways. But Jay? This isn't the end of this. Jay shakes his head, continuing up the ramp and looking up at the Day Zero banner as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:39:15 GMT -5
Segment: Change is Apparent (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights slightly dim, forcing the audience to cheer as they usually do for such an event. When they so not see Philip enter the ring, they wisely assume that someone is about to make their way out to address them. Instead of hearing a familiar note, however, they hear a few loud, successive chords ring through the speakers, and then stop. The fans are confused as to what this means...until they finally get their familiarity.
...and Hell followed with him...
The fans instantly begin to boo as the crimson lights of Hunter's entrance explode on, illuminating everything around. However, Opeth is not the band providing this particular theme; Hunter's new theme, as the metal fans in attendance realize, is provided by Behemoth.
FOOLS! I cast you all aside! Your bullets harm me not! I am heresy, BLAZING HELL! The embodiment ov all you fear! I AM ALL WHICH YOU CAN NEVER BE! A truth revealing hate machine! No longer will I tolerate, Lies from a kingdom built on dread!
As the appropriately titled "No Sympathy for Fools" continues to blare through the speakers, Hunter finally makes his way out onto the stage, his trademark grin oddly absent from his face, instead being replaced by a very stern look.
Yet what if naught exists above? No shining glory and no god? You question not, blindly believe, Upon your ignorance I SHALL FEAST! Damn higher virtues, divine love, Your wooden idols, and your love! Kneel before your god yet do not see, He doth feed you lies, blinds you with fear!
Hunter is now walking down the ramp, his sternness still adamant, as his blazing theme blares around him.
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth! Your hearts I shall tear with paws ov truth! With slashing jaws I rape your feeble womb! NO GOD EXISTS TO SAVE YOU FROM THY DOOM!
Hunter rolls into the ring as the singer takes a mini break, instead choosing to play for a few moments. But as Hunter stops in the center of the ring, the crushing vocals come back, leaving the fans with a very simple message.
YOU WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT! BOUND TO ALWAYS LIVE BY LIES!
After this, the music continues for a bit, and then slowly fades out along with the lights. Hunter grabs a microphone from a stage hand and looks dead ahead...but then his sternness breaks slightly, and he smiles.
Hunter: Ya like that, huh?
Some of the more metal-orientated fans cheer, and Hunter briefly chuckles.
Hunter: Well, let's skip the foreplay and cut right to the chase. As most of you likely saw at Emperor of the Ring, I had a little bit of a...run-in, shall we say? Yes, that works. I had a little bit of a run-in with our temporary World Champion, Alexander Starkweather. Or Doctor Starkweather. Or whatever the hell he calls himself.
The fans do not change their tone to the mention of Starkweather's name.
Hunter: During this time, he proceeded to tell me that I was a joke, a shell of my former self, et cetera, et cetera. Really, he just fed me a bunch of bullshit. The only true thing that he said was that he would defeat Wyvern and win the title. But, hell, a monkey could have done that. Don't believe me? Too bad, because that guy seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth, so I can't really show you.
The fans chuckle slightly as Hunter pauses.
Hunter: I won't bother calling out the champion or anything like that, but I would like to get one thing across: under no circumstances should he think he can best me. I've defeated countless legends, and I held that title a hell of a lot longer than he will ever hold it. Those were my glory days, and I sure as hell can get those days back. So if I were him, I'd watch my back.
He pauses, as if to accentuate this. But, proving to the world why he is who he is, he simply pulls back and drops the serious tone.
Hunter: But I'm not him. Which I'm actually thankful for. If there's one thing I love, it's being underestimated. The more he does it, the quicker that title will be around my waist, where it rightfully belongs.
He takes a little turn and leans against the ropes, his tone, words, and expression changing.
Hunter: But in other news, tonight my good friend Senator and I get the unbridled joy of tossing a pair of halfwits through some tables. Normally, I'd be rather upset by this. But considering who these halfwits are, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tad excited. I need a break from a challenging match, after all.
He chuckles to himself slightly, and then stands tall and walks to the center of the ring, signaling his conclusion.
Hunter: Do I guarantee victory? No. I've noticed a slight pattern in that, almost every time I do, I get screwed out of a victory in one way or the other. So instead, I'll just leave you with the pleasure of knowing that tonight, the Senatorial Stable and the Entourage will finally square off in a match. But I still doubt it'd take you any effort to figure out who the superior team is.
And with that, he throws the microphone aside, "No Sympathy for Fools" once again playing over the speakers. Hunter does not move for a few moments, and instead simply stares off at the Alphatron. Soon thereafter, however, he jumps out of the ring, and disappears backstage before anyone even has the chance to react. He's different, if anything. But all anyone can do is wonder why.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:40:32 GMT -5
You thought you were off the hook.
You were wrong.
Dead Wrong.
You can't run away...
[shadow=red,left,300]Forget trying to hide.[/shadow]
[glow=orange,2,300]Sooner or later...[/glow]
YOU WILL FALL.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:41:35 GMT -5
Match 1: Jade Amuro vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Hunter)
I would like to make one thing perfectly clear from the get go: if you do not have a move set (or, hell, a PROFILE), you should not be wrestling. However, I reserve the most violent punishments for n00bs, and because Jade rules, she will not be made to look like a fool. However, you should get your profile back up, because now you'll look really generic. Not that anyone would read this anyways...so, actually, I'm gonna have some fun. Let it be known that the following will all be done out of good humor and respect and is meant to be funny/amusing/whatever term you prefer. The last time I did this, people complained. Now? No such luck, you have been forewarned of the events and of my intentions of said events. Thereby, no complaining after this. Have fun, much like I did. And oh did I ever...
Somewhat ominous warnings side, Jade started the match off strong by throwing a boot at Hughes, which the latter promptly dodges. He does not get the opportunity to raise an eyebrow, as Jade instantly charges at him, screaming like a banshee, throwing various strikes his way. He pushes the crazy she-bitch off, and then stomps on her a few times before lifting her up and throwing her into the corner. He charges at her for a kick of sorts, but she ducks it, causing him to get hung up in the corner. She then hisses at him and headbutts him, and then stomps at him a few times before he rolls away. He gets out of the ring and tries to catch his breath, but Jade gives out another banshee scream and flies through the ropes, tackling him and attempting to claw at his chest. Thirty or so percent of the men in the world would be turned on by this, but no, Hughes is different: he does not like being dominated.
As such, he throws the she-bitch back into the ring and...wait, I'm on the third paragraph. Umm...umm...I...hmm. Oh, got it. Hughes stands over Jade's dead corpse...wait, okay, too far. Umm...oh. Hughes lifts Jade up and finally nails her with the Perfect Series, much to the pleasure of the crowd. He covers, but Jade promptly yells "RAPE!", which forces Hughes off of her due to sheer terror. He stares at her oddly, but she instead rolls him up, and he yells "RAPE!" as well. Strangely enough, Jade breaks the hold, giving Hughes the opportunity to lift her up and attempt to nail her with the Anaconda Vice. Unfortunately for him, however, Jade elbows him in the head, forcing him to break the hold. She grabs him by the throat and signals for a chokeslam, but soon finds that he simply cannot lift him up. Hughes, deciding that he has had enough of these shenanigans, promptly throws her arm away, lifts her up, and nails her with the Burden of Excellence, which gives him his beloved three count.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:42:27 GMT -5
Segment: Leisurely Jog… (Credit: Andrew Williams)
[We open to one of the many corridors within the maze that is ACW’s backstage area. The man who has yet to find a victory within ACW, Andrew Williams, is walking quickly down the corridor wearing a loose grey hoodie, hood pulled over his head, and a baggy pair of shorts accompanied by simple pair of running trainers and white sports socks. There is a visible white lead leading from his hoodie pocket into white bud earphones protruding from his ears, signifying that he’s listening to his iPod. He picks up the pace, transitioning from simply walking into a light jog, as he passes a security guard, who holds the door open for him, he nods gratefully as he passes him and receives a warm smile from the guard in return.
Williams visibly takes a sharp intake of breath as he steps into the brisk night air, his breath condensing as he empties his lungs. He cuts across a small patch of grass and onto the pavement, where the dim glow from the numerous streetlamps casts eerie shadows across his face. Williams turns right to cross the deserted road but is halted as a black Mercedes-Benz screeches out of a side street and comes to a halt directly in his path. Fortunately, Williams’ reactions are extremely fast and he avoids being hurt.
He throws his hood back, taking with it the bud headphones which dangle limply from his pocket as his face screws up in rage.]
Williams: What the HELL?! You--
[He stops speaking as the rear window, on the driver’s side, winds down slowly, with an electronic whine. Williams, perplexed, steps cautiously closer in order to get a look at whoever is residing in the back seat. As Williams a male voice, deep and with an authoritative edge, can be heard from within.]
??: Get in.
[With that the window proceeds to wind back up and the door swings open, the light from within casting a dim glow onto the wet asphalt below. Williams shakes his head slightly, a look of confusion on his face, before striding confidently towards the vehicle, a steely look in his eyes. His emotions change very little and he enters the car, closing the door behind him with a dull thud. A second later the car speeds off down the road at considerable speed before taking a right at the end of the road and going out of camera shot.
Fade to Black]
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:43:14 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Act 9 (cont.) & 10" Credit: T-Kiss Last Chapter Recap: Both Champion and Challenger continued their week long training regiments. Over in camp Magog, the current World Champion prepared himself for any Thunderkiss type antics by bringing in the enigma “The Mast of Starkweather”, much to the dismay of his ally, Laureano. And in TK’s camp, all was going well until he received some unexpected guests in the form of Dan White and Matt Irvine. ... .. . Act 9 (continued) Thunderkiss: Dan?Senator *interrupting*: Now if you will excuse me, I will let you gentlemen have your privacy. If you told me years ago that my very own house would become the Entourage’s own personal hangout, I would have thought I was drinking from the wrong water bottle ... namely yours TK. The Senator takes a few steps away from the group before stopping dead in his tracks. Before the conversation can continue, all eyes shift towards him and all ears listen. Senator: Do keep it quick, or I will start charging by the hour. Thunderkiss smirks, but only for a second as he remembers the seriousness at hand. In front of him is a friend long lost, who just weeks ago reinforced his dislike towards him. Yet, somehow - here he is.Thunderkiss: Dan - Dan White *interrupting*: Please Teeks, let me talk. Thunderkiss obliges.Dan White: Listen, nothing can bring him back. I realize this and have for quite some time. I don’t know why I kept the blame squarely on you Kiss. We were all to blame, we were so young, so stupid. Thunderkiss: Dan - don’t. It was *ME* who put him on that bike - Dan White *interrupting*: Be that as it may Kiss, it doesn’t matter anymore. I thought about what you said to me ... for quite a long time. Zero wouldn’t have wanted it like this. And as I stand here in front of you, watching you get ready for your big comeback, I honestly feel its time to let go of the past ... and look forward to the future - TOGETHER once more. Thunderkiss: Brother man, I couldn’t image it any other way.TK extends his hand and White shakes it, ending a decade old grudge. From behind, Matt can only express his elation Matt Irvine: About damn time! Dan White: It’s time to get to work. Thunderkiss: It’s time to get some sleep! Finally, TK gets to rest if only for a mere moment. Irvine and White return to their hotel where they will crash for the time being.
For the next 2 weeks, together both stand with Thunderkiss during his training as his moral support. Every morning when he gets up to watch film, they get up as well. Every afternoon training session they watch on and even sometimes jump right in. Though they are certainly not boys anymore, they are indeed back and even the Senator can’t resist cracking a smile from time to time.
On the 17th and last day of training, final preparations are made. The morning and afternoon start out just like any other, with film study and cardio workouts. When both are finished, Thunderkiss showers and begins to pack his things, reflecting on his almost three weeks of work. Will it be enough to take him over the top of the monster Magog? That at the moment is the million dollar question. Before his mind can convince himself of either success or failure, he is interrupted by the Senator who has stumbled through his open doorway. Senator: Well, it appears that this is the end of the road Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss: Yeah.Thunderkiss bites his lip for a second as if he doesn’t wish to say the following. He finally decides to throw caution to the wind and acknowledge the Senator’s help.Thunderkiss: You know, you’re not really such a boring stiff after all.Senator: You are just saying that because I was nice enough to train you. Deep down I am most certain you think of me in the same way you did over thirty years ago. So please, let us both spare ourselves from building this goodbye around a facade of lies. Thunderkiss: This is your way of saying “cut the bullshit”, right?Senator: Yes, I see you get the point. If you want to repay me for your time, there is only one thing you can do for me, and that is to win. Thunderkiss: You know damn well I’m going to try.Senator: Not try Thunderkiss. The Senator reaches out with his hand with a hand shaking gesture.Senator: Do. Thunderkiss commits to the handshake and then heads out of his door to the waiting taxi. As it speeds off, he takes one final look at the Senator’s house and fondly remembers the past weeks spent there. It isn’t until he arrives at the airport that his mood changes. As he meets up with Irvine and White he feels thankful to be alive and only wishes the one missing could be there with them. Together they fly back to ACW island for one last adventure, an adventure his heart has been longing for since the day he retired.Act 10 KINGDOM COME November 23rd, 2033 Rattlesnake: I couldn’t imagine a better way to end such a dozy of a night Rick! “Rapid” Rick Edison: Weather you think its legalized suicide or a challenge to end all others, one thing is for sure - ALL eyes within the wrestling world from past, present and future will be focused onto that ring right there in just a matter of minutes. Tonight he has requested his old locker room back. A month ago it was dusty and damn near falling apart. Inside he kneels all alone, saying his final prayers that he hopes will be answered. As he finishes up, a knock precedes the arrival of XS3. Matt Irvine: You ready Kiss? Thunderkiss: Yeah, I’m ready. Thunderkiss stops and catches his image in the mirror. He is amazed this outfit still fits, but it slipped right on like a glove. For a man 55 years of age, he looks damn good and he knows it. Unfortunately for him, tonight’s contest will not take that into account. If his body cannot dish out punishment and take it for that matter, its going to be a rather quick night.
As he and Irvine walk down the hallway, he once again draws the attention of every onlooker they pass. Unlike a month ago, the looks have changed from awestruck to sympathy, as if everyone was watching him walking towards his own death. Ignoring them he continues to the entranceway where he now awaits his cue to continue on. Matt Irvine: We’ll be waiting Kiss. Thunderkiss: Just wait for the signal. Meanwhile a few dozen yards away, The current ACW World Champion is finishing his pre-match promo where he has been very direct in his approach. Showing no respect, worry or care for his opponent, he is fully sure of himself when it comes to his pre-match mantra - [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: THUNDERMANIA IS GOING TO END ... TONIGHT![/glow] The wait is over.
The return is now. [END] CAST OF CHARACTERS (Updated after each episode):Chairman Matheson: Now the Chairman of ACW, Rena now controls the power. Cory Irvine: XS3's son and new number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Fights Magog at Samhain 2033 and is seriously injured. Dan White: Currently has issues with Thunderkiss over Zero’s death. Makes an appearance at Cory’s hospital room but quickly exits after seeing Thunderkiss. Jake Cheng: Retired. Now runs a training school in Los Angeles. Jonny Spade: Now ACW’s premier referee, Mr. Spade likes to keep the matches clean. Laureano: The prodigal son of AK and Latino. Currently on the ACW roster and in Magog’s stable. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. Mr. Exotica: Former number one contender for the ACW World Championship. Crippled by Magog. Princess London: Daughter of the Legendary BK London. Current ACW Woman’s Champion. Rattlesnake: Has long retired and is now part of the announce team. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Son of “Fast” Eddie Edison. Has followed in his fathers footsteps. Thunderkiss - Now 55 is the focal point of our story. Has now come out of retirement to challenge the ACW World Champion after he put his Godson Cory in a coma. The Mask of Starkweather: A total enigma, this person managed to stumble across Dr. Starkweathers old ring masks and has taken them into his position. Seemingly bringing each mask to “life”, this mystery man has continues the evil of their original owner. The Senator: Now 73, the Senator is no longer a force in the wrestling ring but still remains a force on Capitol Hill. He has decided to aid Thunderkiss on his quest for victory. Zero: Deceased. Met his end after getting loaded up with Thunderkiss and crashed his motorcycle.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:43:45 GMT -5
Segment: Welcoming Committee (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As the show returns from the break, the camera fades into the Senator's office, with the Stable in full force, Phillips at his desk, with a pained expression on his face, FSX is reading a PWI magazine in the corner, Hunter is standing next to the desk, and in front of the desk, are none other than the two new additions to the Stable, Ricky Falcon, and Jonny Hughes.
The Senator: Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable, you two. I do not have much to say here, myself, though. Figures, I get booked in a match that I would never have ever even considered wrestling in...tables matches always were pointless, and worse than that, it HAD to be a ridiculous tag elimination deal, so ANYTHING goes...Ginger wants me injured.
FSX: Yadda, yadda, yadda...
Senator: Perhaps I am going on too much about myself here, point taken.
FSX: Why, thank you!
Senator: So then, Mr. Hughes, Mr. Falcon, I wish to formally welcome you two to the Senatorial Stable. Call the number on these two slips of paper on the front of my desk, and you will get your own custom tailored suits...always has been a custom of mine for new members, of course, no thanks are necessary.
Falcon: It's not like we're gonna wear...
Hughes elbows Ricky Falcon in the ribs, and quickly shakes his head.
Hughes: Well Senator, I appreciate it, this sort of thing is right up my street, and I’m sure the same goes for Ricky, here.
Senator: Well, if I may continue, we are a close-knit crew, when it comes down to the important things, but at the same time, no other group in ACW ever has or ever will allow the freedom to pursue your own interests that we do. The Senatorial Stable has weathered many storms, and we have won more titles than any other unit in ACW history. We watch out for each other and yes, we sometimes have our squabbles---
Hunter: What with me here.
Senator: AS I was saying, we may have our squabbles, but Hunter and I figured that...
FSX: Hey, what am I, chopped liver?
Senator: As a matter of fact, you will be a pulverized pulp, if you cut in with another comment!
FSX: Okay, never mind the guy minding his own business in the corner, then!
Senator: So, we may be a bit dysfunctional...I do despise that term, but I can hardly think of a better way to describe our interactions. But yes, the point is, you two seem to have the character to fit right in, the hunger to improve yourselves, and in turn, to strengthen the Stable. Welcome to the longest reigning, most prestigious organization of wrestlers in ACW, welcome to the Senatorial Stable. Anyone have anything else to add?
Hughes: What of the attack on Jason Freeman? Do you think there will be repercussions?
Senator: Good point. Jason Freeman, or possibly even Entourage could react to those events. Nevertheless, we shall cross that bridge when it comes.
Hunter: Or we could build it. That was sort of what I was going for, truthfully.
Senator: I still do not think that enticing our enemies to attack us is the best---
Hunter: I'm not enticing them to attack us; I'm showing them what happens when the try. If anything, they'll just leave us the hell alone.
Senator: As I said, that is something we will figure out later.
Hunter: I suppose.
Falcon:Hey listen, I don't give a damn what happens. I can kick anyones ass thats in the Entourage, I proved that in August when I beat Zero within an inch of his life. And if I have to do it again, I won't think twice.
Senator: Well if there are no other things worth mentioning, then I feel that Hunter and I should go warm up a bit before our match. It will take quite a bit to take those two out.
Hunter: ...you're kidding, right?
Senator smiles.
Senator: Of course I am, you whiny nincompoop!
Those inside the room heartily laugh, and following this rather pleasant moment, the Senator and Hunter both take their leave. The Senator nods to both Ricky and Hughes before leaving, but Hunter does not acknowledge, still seemingly stuck in his own little world. After the two disappear, the remaining three men simply return to their previous tasks at hand...reading the news...wandering the halls...reading The Adventures of Frost and Gatogal...
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:44:59 GMT -5
Segment: The World Is Not A Vampire(Credit: Echo)
Martin Luther observed once that the average person is like a drunken peasant. You put him up on his horse and he just falls off the other side.
After a long, long weekend of introspection and having to address some things I hadn’t been too keen on admitting to myself, I was beginning to understand what he meant, even if we had two very different contexts in mind. Sunday had been…rough, to say the least, and the few days afterwards while I mentally self-flagellated hadn’t been much of a respite. My knees still hurt, and my mind still hurt worse.
On the other hand, someone up there apparently felt sorry for me. They were throwing me fresh meat tonight, and unlike before it wasn’t meat I was going to feel a single qualm about tearing into. Even as I stared at my reflection for the billionth time this year, dousing myself in cinnamon perfume, I could feel the slightest hints of the rush I’d tried to suppress that Sunday, simmering somewhere just under my sternum and over my heart. It was a quivering, heavy sensation, almost like dread but with a bizarre feeling of anticipation to it…and as many times as I’d felt it in the moments before I went out there, I never quite managed to figure out exactly what emotion it was.
Whatever name I was supposed to give it, it needed to be indulged for once. I’d been abstinent long enough.
Joachim, who was in Prague on some sort of business, had echoed the same sentiment earlier when I’d spoken with him via cell phone. “It’s not healthy to repress yourself, Ayres,” I recall him saying, “particularly not impulses such as the ones you lean towards. They tend to be emotionally charged enough as it is without being exacerbated by inaction.”
Oh, if only you knew. “I have responsibilities.”
A snort. “In light of the fact that the entire world saw Miss Laureano wipe the floor with you last week due to your…responsibilities…”
the way he said it was so venomous, so positively dripping with contempt that even as it stung me I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of full-bodied, hot-blooded lust rolling down my spine
“…I can’t help but wonder if your enthralling use of self-control is doing as much for you as you’d like to think.”
He was right, as always.
“Look,” I’d sighed, shifting in place uncomfortably and switching the phone to my other ear, “I was trying to be a friend, all right? You don’t concuss your friends, Joachim.”
“You do if they ask for it, Ayres.”
“The hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Our delicious little mutual friend,” (I felt a brief tinge of jealousy. ‘Delicious’ I could agree with, but since when was she our friend?) “in case you haven’t noticed, has ‘martyr’ written all over her, m’dear. Every twitch of her eyes, every intonation in her words, positively disgorges altruism. I think if she knew how much it helped you to vent some of that energy, she would’ve let you knee her up one side of the head and down the other for most of Sunday and been fairly content to sacrifice herself for it.”
I had to defend Alicia, but well, he was kind of right. “Fair enough. But I’m not obligated to do so just because she has that kind of mindset. I doubt it’s one you or I could ever really be familiar with personally.”
“Oh, personally I find it endearing.”
My vision flared red for a few seconds, and I could swear I heard those sirens from Kill Bill. I really couldn’t tell which one of them was making me more angry for a few seconds.
“Look,” I’d managed through only slightly-clenched (to my credit) teeth, “I’d better go; my match is in a few minutes. Come home soon.”
“Mmm. Love you, Ayres.”
“You too, ‘Chim.” Bastard.
Flash forward, an hour later, and I was steamed, even if (I didn’t think, at least) he’d intended to get me as riled as he had. I was out the door of the locker room and down the hall long before they came to give me the five-minute warning, cinders in my eyes and blood on my mind.
Didn’t even know who was waiting out there for me besides Josh the Jersey Boy, whom I’d already beaten senseless twice, but whoever it was, I was going to knee the ever-loving shit out of both of them, and their children, and their children’s children.
Again, in Jujubes’s case.
End.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:46:14 GMT -5
Match 2: No.1 Contender for Entertainment Title Echo vs Mr. Red vs Josh The Jersey Boy (Credit: JJB)
Maxwell:Hello fans and welcome back to TNM we're set up for a triple threat match.
Eddie: That's right it's going to be Echo vs Mr. Red vs JJB and all three are already in the ring.
All three competitors stand in the middle of the ring as Phillip Jones tells the stats.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen tonight's match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit invovled. Now here's your compeitiors First, from Columbus,Ohio he is Mr.Red!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next from Mogadishu,Somalia she is Echo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And finally making his return to the ring he comes from Jersey City, New Jersey he is Josh The Jersey Boy!!!!!!!!!
All three competitors circle around each other looking for the right time to act. All three stare at eacho ther now, JJB and Red are staring at each other the most though. JJB out of nowhere gives a stiff lariat to Echo sending her crashing to the floor face first. JJB and Red high five each other for their deception. Echo looks down at both men, both men begin to smile and they lift Echo up. They double whip her into a turnbuckle and put her in a tree of woe position.
Eddie: Oh woe is Echo!!!!
Maxwell: That's correct, Eddie.
As Echo's face turns red from her head being upside down, Red does a vicious baseball slide to Echo's face. JJB, then charges at Echo who's slumped down to the post and nails a Krav Maga knee to Echo's face. Red and JJB direct each other to lift Echo's prone body up, while they do that Echo gets a rush of energy and begins to nail elbows to both of her opponents faces. Echo feeling the rush, holds both men and gives them a punishing STO. Echo know goes to work on Red, Echo locks in a Rapidfire to Red, who feels his shoulder's seperating. JJB sees Red almost ready to tap, so JJB does what anyone would do and locks in a vice grip to Echo's neck.
Eddie: All three have locked in a submission!!!!!
Maxwell: Except for Red.....................
Red in pain, slowly climbs to the ropes, but cannot due to the two people on the top. Echo now feeling JJB's vice because he pinched her nerve falls to the ground and begins to twitch. Red on the other hand slowly rolls out of the ring to catch a breath. JJB not letting Red get a breath, suicide dives to Red on the outside.
Eddie: Holy shit that was Dangerousssssssss................
Maxwell: Calm down, Eddie, the match isn't over yet.
Red and JJB slowly rise up and they begin to brawl outside the ring. While, their brawling Echo slowly rises and awaits for them to go into the ring. While, Echo waits JJB and Red are still throwing punches at close proxmity to each other on the outside. JJB then takes a fans beer, and throws beer to the face of Red temporarily blinding him. JJB gives a ddt backbreaker to Red. Red is now knocked out, as JJB just notices Echo waiting for him. JJB smiles and slides inside of the ring. Him and Echo stand in the middle of the ring and eternally stare at each other. When they stop glancing eyes, JJB and Echo trade MMA style throws and sumbimissions, each hold and throw having the intent to cripple the other.
Eddie: This has quickly evolved into a MMA fight!!!
Maxwell: Yeah who would believe that.
Red who slowly rises up and begins to head inside the ring. Red tries to sneak up on Echo, but Echo seeing Red whips him to the turnbuckles. Echo then goes to the opposite side and bursts out with a Perdition's Edge to the face of Red. Red dazed and stuck onl the turnbuckle faces the wrath of JJB, JJB moves back and nails a Wicked Desire to Red. Red slumps down and has his eyes glazed over. Echo then sets a dazed Red on the top turnbuckles where JJB does a turnbuckle version of a front backcracker, which JJB then holds Red's face down as Echo rebounds from the ropes and nails a Take 2 Nap to Red.
Eddie: Everyone hates Red!!!!
Maxwell: Oh would you stop.
JJB and Echo high five each other and they know their short partnership is done. JJB steps back slowly as does Echo. As JJB tries to attack Echo, Red holds down JJB's foot as Echo rebounds off the ropes and hits another Take 2 Nap to JJB, who falls down like a tree and collapses. Red seizeing an opportunity gets Echo and gives her a roll through boston crab. Echo feeling her legs being torqued, has a short burst and flips Red over. Echo then lifts Red up and as a sign of desperation Red throws a kick at Echo, but Echo catches and holds it. Red smiles then he turns his foot around and nails a modified Cinnicanatti Swing. Knocking Echo out cold. Red points to his head, signfying that this was all in his head and he's a genius. Red then covers JJB as red Joey Reynolds counts.
Reynolds: 1 2.............
JJB kicks out and Red looks pissed.
Eddie: Why didn't he cover Echo?!
Maxwell: Another mistake was not hooking the leg of JJB.
Red begins to slap JJB, to the back of the head, as Red sets up for a drop of Red JJB holds the ropes and like a cat in one fluid movement JJB hooks Red's head and out of nowhere nails a Jersey's Finest. As JJB is going to cover Echo shoves JJB out of the ring and makes the pin.
Reynolds: 1 2 3
Jones: Here is your winner and new number one contender Echo!!!!!!
Echo raises her hands up in victory and walks out of the ring and to the back. JJB frustrated on the outside goes back inside the ring and sees Red clutching his head. JJB then slowly walks to the opposite turnbuckle. JJB then gets an evil smile and waits for Red to get up. Red slowly gets on his knees, then JJB runs and nails a flying knee to Red's head.
Eddie: What the fuck was that for?
Maxwell: That was not called for.
JJB looks down at Red's body and begins to laugh at the carnage he caused.
*Scene Fades
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:47:42 GMT -5
Segment: No One Expected This Arrival (Credit: Yoko / Jade / ??)
Emperor of the Ring. It was a hard fought battle, but Yoko overcame the competition and won. The very first Empress of the Ring in ACW. And right now, she and Jade are on the way to Yoko’s locker room. Pretty casual.
Jade: All hail Queen Booker!
Yoko facepalms.
Yoko: I’m not doing the pretentious royalty thing, so don’t start that.
Jade: You need to brag it up, Yoko! There’s only one Emperor a year, and it’s you! That makes me royalty by association!
Yoko: You’re welcome to brag. Enjoy it before the curse strikes us down.
Jade: Oh, even if there was a curse, it wouldn’t hurt you. It already worked in your favor by striking Rattlesnake. Now that’s divine karma.
Yoko smiles.
Yoko: That’s true. I didn’t even have to touch him.
Jade: Maybe that whore will go with him. You know, since she’s so busy sucking his cock.
Yoko: My door is open.
Jade: What?
Yoko: It’s open.
Jade follows Yoko’s vision, and the door is indeed open.
Yoko: Who do you think is in there?
Jade: An unlucky bastard, that’s who.
Jade peeks into the room to check before they barge in.
Yoko: Who is it?
Jade: Some huge fucker!
Yoko: What’s he doing?
Jade: Believe it or not, he’s asleep. On a futon.
Yoko: …What?
Yoko rushes into the room to see for herself. The pitter patter of her steps causes the man to wake up and leap to a fighting pose. He quickly drops it when he sees Yoko.
??: Yo.
No bat wings. No horns. No purple eyes. No Mayor McCheese heads for legs. This is real, this is flesh. This is Orochi.
Yoko runs over and grips him in a hug.
Yoko: You came back…
Orochi: It seemed time for it, I got word that Pain Inc broke up and had to fly over.
Yoko: Orochi…that was over two years ago.
Orochi: Word travels slow where I’ve been. I also heard you’ve become quite a force.
Jade: So this is Orochi.
Yoko’d almost forgotten Jade was present.
Orochi: Is this the Sarin I’ve heard about?
Jade: Fuck no. She’s history.
Yoko: This is my new girlfriend, Jade.
Orochi: You’ve grown up. It’s really weird.
Yoko: Are you back for good?
Orochi: Maybe. I wanted to check in on you. I might ask for my job back, but don’t count on it.
Yoko: It’s just nice to see you again. I missed you.
Orochi: We have a lot of catching up to do, I’m guessing.
Jade: I’m very curious as to what you’ve done in China that was so important.
Yoko: Yeah, I bet you have some great stories to tell.
Orochi: Honestly, in terms you’ll understand, it’d take fifty or sixty comic books to tell it all.
Yoko: We’re all ears.
Maybe now all of the ACW nightmares can stop…
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:48:29 GMT -5
Segment: “Methylenedioxymethamphetamine” Credit: T-Kiss [And now lets turn our attention to the Entourage Locker room which is emptying out faster than a Ben Affleck movie. That sits just fine with Thunderkiss, who has secretly wanted to be alone ever since he arrived to the arena tonight.] Thunderkiss: Alright! Take care! Have a good one! Go win! Yay! Go Entourage! Go You! ~!~SLAM~!~ Thunderkiss: FINALLY! [Now that everyone is gone, Thunderkiss decides to break out the fun pills. You know what they say, if you share with somebody, you have to share with the rest! His hand reaches into his vest and manages to pull out a selection of ecstacy pills that he won last night during one of his infamous poker games on the sunset strip.] Thunderkiss: So many lovely colors to choose from? Which one will it be! Hmmmm...[Thunderkiss’ eyes scan his palm and they instantly fall upon the pink “Sex” ecstacy pill. He shoves the rest back into his pocket with his free hand as he shoves it straight down his mouth.] Thunderkiss: Mmmmmmm. Num, num, NUMMY! GET IN MY TUMMY![Thunderkiss takes the ecstasy pills and downs them. As they travel down to his stomach, he leans back and closes his eyes in preparation for the ride. Minutes pass. Or perhaps its hours. Right now, he doesn’t have a clue.] Voice: Thunderkissssssss..... Thunderkiss: What the - [He awakens to such a bizarre sight that it forces him to rub his eyes and do double take at its oddness. Floating in front of him is the ACW World Title and someway, somehow, it has sprouted a face. To his amazement, it speaks to him.] ACW World Title: Don’t be afraid Worldbreaker. Come hither. Thunderkiss: Is this for real?ACW World Title: You tell me. Thunderkiss: Sure seems like it.[Thunderkiss takes his hands and palms his body to ensure everything checks out. To his best indication, this is in fact reality.] Thunderkiss: So, what do you want?ACW World Title: I have been very sad as of late. Thunderkiss: Awww, why?ACW World Title: I’ve felt neglected. I need excitement in my life. Whatever happened to Macho Man? He was nice. And what about BK? I miss being around his waist. Yoko’s too. Why doesn’t anyone electrifying want me anymore? Thunderkiss: Don’t feel that way. I want you. ACW World Title: I want you to want me. [The title’s voice is like that of a sea siren, beckoning the Thunderman into her trap.] ACW World Title: Touch me. I want you to touch me. Thunderkiss: I want to touch you. I want to rub my hands all over you. ACW World Title: Come, come get me. Let us be one. Thunderkiss: Yes ... LETS! [Thunderkiss reaches out for the title and watches his hands go straight through it. It dissipates into thin air adding to the already growing confusion that clutches his mind.] Thunderkiss: Well fuck me.Talking Tree: Ok! Thunderkiss: Man, I got to stop doing this shit.[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:49:55 GMT -5
Match 3: Latino vs Ricky Falco (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. RICKY FALCON VS. LATINO ..::MELTDOWN::..
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Latino Age: 28 Height: 5'9" Weight: 244 lbs. Hometown: New York, New York
Ricky Falcon Age: 22 Height: 6'2" Weight: 235 lbs. Hometown: Chicago, Illinois OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!
The beats of War's "Lowrider" begins to play as the lights dim down and a spotlight shines at the entrance. The crowd stands up and starts to boo the former World Champion. Latino walks through the curtains and looks around with a smirk on his face as he slaps his chest slowly and with much ferocity. Latino walks down the entranceway occasionally looking left and right at the fans in the front row. Some hold out hands while others yell out word that cannot be heard on television. He then jumps on the ring apron and holds up an arm, garnering another round of boos from the crowd as he slips inside the ring.
“Animal” by Mudmen hits the sound system and out comes the Entertainment Champion of the WORLD - Ricky Falcon! He comes down to the ring with the ET strap on his shoulder, patting it with each step. As he approaches the ring, he shows little worry nor care to the legend in front of him, and in a rather disrespectful way, ignores him as he walks past him to surrender his title to the referee. Unhappy, Latino spins him around and tells him to start minding his manners! Falcon does little to follow this advice by slapping Latino right across the face! The ref instantly calls for the bell!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Latino and Falcon grapple in the middle of the ring and its Latino getting the early advantage with a backout into a dropkick to the knee! Falcon hits the mat hard and Latino combos with a Facebreaker DDT as Falcon tries to pull himself up! In a show of total disrecpect, Latino takes Falcon and tosses him to the outside. In a matter of seconds, Latino leaps out of the ring with a PITBULL’S POUNCE and takes Falcon back right into the steel guardrail! Falcon instantly grabs his back in pain and tries to stumble onto his feet! Latino refuses to give him any time to recover as he takes him and slingshots him right into the steel steps! The fans stand up on their feet and go wild as they see passion in Latino’s wrestling tonight, showing that he is on his way to having a successful comeback! MATCH MIDPOINT: Falcon is perched up on the top rope and he sizes Latino up for a big time Missile Dropkick! Latino hits back first and rolls up onto his feet. Falcon is all over him and he nails him with a HUGE BARREL ROLL! Latino goes flying back and the ropes break his fall! Falcon leaps up and drives a knee drops into Latino before finally rising up and posing for the crowd! He places his foot on Latino for a showoff type pin and Latino easily kicks out at one. Falcon reaches down and picks Latino up and drops him with a big time FALCON BUSTER! Latino is sprawled out on the mat and I think its time for Falcon to go ... BOWLLIN’! Ricky hits the ropes and bounces off of them, strutting his way back over to Latino! He stops his strut with a little dance and then does a bowling motion before leaping up into the air and knocking Latino into next week with a huge leg drop! MATCH ENDING: Latino manages to get a 2nd wind and takes the fight right back at Falcon! He gives him a few standing chops which drives him into the nearest turnbuckle! Latino goes to combo with a running clothesline, but Falcon ducks! Latino’s arm hits the top of the ringpost causing him to stumble back in pain! Falcon seizes this opportunity by going to the top rope! However, Falcon stumbles up on the top rope and ends up getting his foot twisted up in the 2nd rope! As he tries to free it, Latino comes in and helps him right off with a 2nd rope SWITCH BLADE CUT! Falcon goes FLYING off the ropes face first into the mat and Latino cranks him down hard! He rolls Falcon onto his back and makes the cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! METLDOWN WINNER: LATINO!
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:50:37 GMT -5
OTA Segment Credit: Jay Zero Jay Zero has his cell phone in hand, already talking on his phone with the man that’s seized his total attention for the past few weeks. [/center] “No-No! You need to do more! Forget this celebration tonight! You need to focus on things you’ll do in the future, not celebrate what you’ve done in the past!” Zero: Well what else would you suggest me to do? [/color] “For one, you need to praise and pay respect to me more. You need to make me public, Jay. Convert the non-believers!” Zero: How should I do that? [/color] “Jay, I can’t guide you through everything. You must do what you feel is right.” Zero: Like….sacrifice somebody?! [/color] “If that’s what you feel is right, so be it. Hah Hah.” Zero: Well—um… I guess I can start spreading the word about you and uhm, punish those who have sinned. [/color] “Good.” Zero: So about tonight. Is there any hope? [/color] “You’re teaming with Jason Freeman, correct?” Zero: Unfortunately, yes, that’s correct. [/color] “Oooh my son. I shall do all that I can tonight, but—“ Zero: But what?! [/color] “But with Jason Freeman, I don’t think there’s anything even I can do! There’s no hope for the man, Jay!” Zero: Oh good God! [/color] “Yes?” Zero: Oh..oh—not you.
So, what am going to do? [/color] “Hmm, I’m not totally sure. As of right now, I’d just focus on mainly Steven. Hunter and Jason still have bad blood between the two, they’ll be tangled up with each other. If you focus on Steven and get the upper hand Jay, there’s no stopping you. Once you demolish Steven through a table and eliminate him, you can easily help Freeman if he’s even active anymore. With the double team, the final elimination shall be quick and painful.
Eliminating Steven quickly and helping Freeman if mainly your only….and I mean ONLY hope right now.” Zero: Ugh…[/color] “Or…”Zero: Or what? [/color] “Don’t even bother with Freeman.” Zero: What do you mean? [/color] “Eliminate him yourself….Drop the excess weight and focus on the Senatorial Stable yourself.” Zero: No-no. It’s too risky. The double team will wear me down. [/color] “Just do whatever you feel will benefit you most.” Zero: *sigh* Looks like I need to haul ass into that ring and clean house. But whatever, I don’t even care anymore. I have my mind on something else right now. [/color] “What is it, my son?” Zero: I met this girl; Stefanie. At um, Emperor of the Ring. Well actually, a coffee shop down the street from the arena. [/color] “Oh…yeeees, her.” Zero: She seemed really sweet. Can’t really stop thinking about her. [/color] “Then why don’t you go confront her back at that coffee shop?” Zero: Ahh, I have the match to get ready for. [/color] “But you just said you don’t care about it! Go and meet your angel.” Zero: Yeah I know but---wait, what? My angel? [/color] “Oh…Yes. I’ve sent her down to guide you Jay. She just doesn’t know that.” Zero: You…you what?! [/color] “All I will say is to make the move. She is your key to further success, Jay. A confident man is a successful man.” Zero: So…I should call her? [/color] “You must do….what is necessary. And now I must go. Good day.”Zero: Wait, but! [/color] And at that, Jay hears that click and the man isn’t there to listen anymore. Jay nods his head and pulls out a piece of paper with a phone number on it. Most likely Stefanies. He licks his lips and puts it back in his pocket. He stands up and grabs his title as he heads for the door…….
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