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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:51:28 GMT -5
Segment: No More Room (Credit: Yoko)
The Demon Pit. Or…The what? It doesn’t exist anymore, fools. And this has come to Yoko’s attention. She’s in Ginger’s office, ready for a talk with him.
She’s simply eyeing him silently. It’s making him nervous.
Ginger: Erm…What did you need to talk to me about?
Yoko: What do you think, Ginger?
Ginger: …It was for your own good, and everyone else’s too. The Demon Pit should have been off limits a long time ago.
Yoko: Oh?
Ginger: Yeah…Yeah! I saved your life, even…probably.
Yoko: I know. Thank you.
Ginger: Awhat?
Yoko: I don’t appreciate Sarin, AK, or you interfering in my affairs. But I do understand the risk in retrospect, and I do appreciate the room being sealed. It seems Stark, and to a lesser extent Flamingo, are the only Stable members I can trust. Not Umeko, for sure.
Ginger: But Yoko, Stark-
Yoko: Is a friend to me.
Ginger: Whatever you say. Just be careful, ok?
Yoko: Thanks again.
She shakes his hand and leaves.
That went much nicer than Ginger anticipated.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:51:49 GMT -5
Segment: Prince....Murderer (credit: The Prince) I never wanted to do it. I just did it, it was my job. It supported my girlfriend. I socialised with the bowels of the city, I dwelled with the scum and I worked for the grime. I took a lot of shit only to give it to some other poor fucker. I’m a murderer who will never be able to scrub the blood from the membrane. It’s engraved in my veins and painted on my sub conscious. That night it went too far, from that night on I have always owed a debt to scum I detest so much.....
‘Get in the fucking car, this motherfucker is wanting out of town’ said Mickey B, a Bronx ‘player’ who got what he wanted. I couldn’t say no.
‘The fuck is he then?’
I was confused, wondering what they wanted that was so urgent at three in the fucking morning.
‘Ryan Thomas, down on 55, he wanting to get out, missing payments and shit, cocksucker thinks he can go leaving 2 grand back payments’
Mickey rustled in his jacket and brought a .38 colt.
‘Take this’.
‘Fuck that....’ ‘I said fucking take it. Precautions man, be cool’.
I drove along, creeping up the streets slowly. Weed smokers and coke fiends lit my path like burning debris of destruction. We pulled up to a run down set of flats, stacked like rotting wooden slabs.
Mickey B got out and I followed. He rushed slamming open the door. The flat stank of shit and sick, we were dealing with a coke head that didn’t know where the fuck he was. We found Ryan in the bathroom, lying there with canals of drool dripping down his chin.
‘You got it then man, before you go on holiday?’
Mickey B always had a swagger of arrogance when speaking.
‘I...I wasn’t leaving...give me some more time....give me just a li...little more ti...’
‘You weren’t leaving? Is that why your bags are fucking packed or do you live in your fucking wardrobe? Fuck this shit...my man here is gonna blast your fucking brains all over this...lovely...bathroom floor if you don’t have the fucking money’.
‘What man, I never said shit bout that...look at the fucker, he’s basically dead already’
I tried to make excuses to prevent his death in vain.
Mickey B whipped out his trademark Lugar and pointed at my face.
‘It’s you or him kid. Believe me, if you don’t pop his fucking head open I’m-a paint this room with both your fucking brains’.
My head span round. I knew he meant what he was saying. He didn’t say shit like that for no reason. He was a killer. A sick pimp with a hatred for peace. I lifted my colt. I stared Ryan in the eyes. They were glazed over with a smoggy, coke infested look. I didn’t shake. I pulled the trigger, the bullet shot through his head, carving his whole being within a second. The smell of lead dew ran out of his split cranium. I could sense the flies and maggots ready to dwell on his body like vultures. Mickey B made a phone call and got rid of Ryan without a trace. For him the job was done. For me, the image is cemented into my mind forever. I dealt with the consequences. It was my job. I am a murderer.
I learnt the hard way how to deal with Mickey B after that event...it was the only way of living at the time. I was not powerful, strong enough to rid myself of his clutches. I had to obey.....
Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.
-Niccolo Machiavelli.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:52:39 GMT -5
Segment: “Rewind Segment #1” Credit: T-Kiss OH ITS TIME TO GO BACK IN TIME ...
WITH A THUNDERKISS REWIND!
November 2nd, 1992 Adventuredome Arcade Las Vegas, Nevada Aiden Joseph: What the hell is this? Tony: Its Mortal Kombat! It’s a brand new fighting game. Its KILLER! Aiden: I want to play, move over. Aiden reaches into his pocket and pulls out a quarter and plunks it in. He hits the big yellow start button and the character select screen instantly pops up. Aiden: Man, this guy looks cool. I’m going to pick him. Tony: That’s Raiden. You know ... taken from the mythological Thunder god? Aiden: Thunder god huh? Sounds like my type of guy ... Aiden picks Raiden and watches on as Tony picks Scorpion. Soon both players are squaring off mono e mono and its not fairing very well for Joseph. Aiden: G’Dammit! GET OVER HERE! Aiden: You cheat! Tony: Huh? Aiden: You’re shooting spears out of your hands and shit! Tony: That’s not cheating Aj! Those are secret moves! Aiden: Secret moves? How do you do them? Tony: If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret ... would it? Aiden: Whatever asshole! After another dismal round, Aiden’s first journey of Mortal Kombat has come to a quick and very painful end. FINISH HIM! Aiden: Alright. I just watched you pull your mask off to reveal a skull face and then you proceeded to set me on fire. This .... this is perhaps the coolest thing in existence. Tony: I told you! Wanna play again? Aiden Joseph: No can do, that was my last quarter. Aiden begins to walk out of the arcade. Tony drops his game to the next person in line and quickly follows. Aiden: That Raiden guy was awesome, what does he do? Tony: He shoots lightning. Aiden: You are so teaching me how to do that. It must be so awesome being a Thunder god. [END]
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:53:33 GMT -5
Match 4: XS3 vs Alicia Kitsune (Credit: XS3)
In this fast paced contest, AK got the early advantage with a side headlock on the bigger XS3. AK spun into a hammerlock but XS3 managed to throw her over his shoulder with a snapmare. XS3 tried a grounded sleeper hold but AK got to her feet and hit a swift Russian leg sweep for a two count. AK picked up XS3 by the hair and whipped him into the corner, laying in with some kicks to the midsection. With AK already shaken by the advancements of Thunderkiss, XS3 seemed to be the victim for her revenge against the Entourage for their actions. AK looked to whip XS3 out of the corner but the tables were turned and XS3 turned it into a sleeper hold slam. XS3 then went to work on AK with some knife-edge chops, a spinning side kick and a vertical suplex for a two count.
A couple minutes later, XS3 was already beginning to wear down AK, having utilized a Northern lights suplex and a double arm DDT to do so. One half nelson slam later, AK was then cinched into a cross-arm stretch from XS3. AK utilized a stiff kick to the head to XS3, causing him to instantly release and hit the canvas, obviously feeling the effects of the Partisan Kick at EOTR. AK managed to use her time to recover wisely as she then sprung off the ropes and hit a springboard moonsault on XS3, pinning for a two count. AK then took XS3 to the corner, where she set him up for a superplex. However, XS3 recovered and tossed her to the mat before heading to the top and introducing AK to the Ralph Klein Special.
XS3 wanted to end the match earlier than expected so without hesitation, he bent down near the ropes waiting for the Shadow Step. AK began getting to her feet and got to her typical vertical base. XS3 then sent himself charging towards AK for the Shadow Step but AK scouted it and hit the Spin the Bottle, sending XS3 through the ropes and to the outside. XS3 smacked his head off the ground and was left lying for a little while, causing some of the fans and the referee to get a little concerned. Even AK had a small worried look on her face but XS3 put those bad thoughts to bed as he got back to his feet and re-entered the ring before nine. AK then shrugged her shoulders and set up for the EMP. XS3 got to his feet and AK sent herself into the EMP… but XS3 managed to catch AK's leg.
However, frustration began to take over XS3 and he simply threw AK's leg down to the canvas. AK stood confused as XS3 paused to look at the canvas. Finally, he turned back to AK and looked her right in the eyes.
XS3: "Come on, hit me."
AK: "What? You… can't be serious, can you?"
XS3: "COME ON! HIT ME AND GET IT OVER WITH!"
AK hesitated for a brief second before finally choosing to spin herself into the EMP, connecting right with XS3's head. XS3 crumples to the canvas and AK falls onto XS3 for the pin. 1… 2… 3.
Winner: Alicia Kitsune
AK does indeed win the match but she looks down, wondering if that was the way she truly wanted to win. Rather than let it enter her head, AK opts not to think about it and chooses to head to the back, raising her arms to signify her victory.
In the ring, XS3 still remains down on the canvas. The camera is right on him as we hear him mouth these words:
XS3: "This pain… For some reason… I like it…"
Say wha?
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:55:17 GMT -5
Segment: Kiss Zero (Credit: Zero/Kiss) The scene opens up to the Entourage locker room. We find Thunderkiss already in the room by himself. He is blowing kisses and flexing to himself in the mirror when the door opens. In the corner of his eye, he sees Jay Zero casually walk into the room with the Light Heavyweight title over his shoulder. [/center] Zero: Hey. [/color] Kiss: Well if it isnt the brand new KING of the tiny men! What's up little buddy? Jay walks past Thunderkiss, grabbing his title and placing the gold on the coffee table. He walks over and grabs his cell phone out of his bag, checking for missed calls. [/center] Kiss: So I heard what you said to Freeman earlier.Zero: Haha, yeaaah. Knowing him he probably believed what I said top. [/color] Kiss: Heh, perhaps. But seriously, lay off of him. The last thing I want to deal with right now is silly, juvenile internal struggles. Jay shakes his head, proceeding towards the leather couch while staring at his phone. He plops down, sighing. Noticing this, he stops posing and turns towards Jay. [/center] Kiss: What’s wrong Z?Zero: Meh, it’s nothing. [/color] Kiss: What? Expecting one of your “calls from god?” Hahaha!Zero: Ugh. No. [/color] Kiss: Then what?Zero: Well you know how we’re going drinking later after the show? [/color] Kiss: Mhm.Zero: Well I was thinking about inviting this girl I met the other day. [/color] Kiss: Did you say ... GIRL?!Zero: Yeah, and I just don’t know if I should call her. [/color] Kiss: What’s she look like?Zero: About my height. A little bit shorter. Blonde. [/color] Kiss: Nice. Now that's a girl you can bounce off your rod like a basketball! *BOUNCE,BOUNCE,BOUNCE* Hahahahaha As Thunderkiss laughs, Jay shakes his head at him, juggling his phone in his hand. [/center] Zero: So you think I should call her? [/color] Kiss: What’s her name?Zero: Stefanie. [/color] Kiss: Pah! Zero: Oh you’re a real act, Kiss! And I’m sure the stripper names Buttercup and Trixy are much better! [/color] Kiss: Whatever. Who even keeps track of names anyway?! Last thing I need is some bitch telling me what her name is. I don't have time for that. Just bend 'em over and toss 'em over! Zero: Well I think I’m gonna call her anyways. She seemed pretty nice. [/color] He pulls out the slip of paper Stefanie handed him at the coffee shop. He bites his lip as he begins to dial it. [/center] Kiss: Hit it and quit it bro! Its the only way to go!Zero: That’s it! Get out! [/color] He gets up, pushing Kiss towards the door with a smile on his face, playing with him. [/center] Kiss: Hey! Jay pushes him into the door and Kiss retreats. [/center] Kiss: Fine, I’m going! He exits the room and Jay goes back over to make the call. He clicks send and puts the phone up to his ear. After some ringing, she picks up. [/center] “Hello?”Zero: Hi! [/color] “Who is this?”Zero: Oh! Oh, sorry. Umm, I’m that wrestler guy that came into your coffee shop last weekend. [/color] “Ooooh! It was Jay, right?” Zero: Yeah! [/color] “So how’re you doing? I saw that you won! Congrats” Zero: Hah, yeah. So um, what are you doing tonight? [/color] “Oh, just working until close. Why?” Zero: Oh just wondering cause a few of us were going to go out later after the show. What time do you close? [/color] “11:30”Zero: Oh okay. Well we’ll probably be out by that time if you wanted to swing by or something….[/color] “Hmm….sure, why not.” Jay smiles. [/center] Zero: Okay great. We’ll probably be at Mannigans later. If not I’ll give you a call then Stef. [/color] “Okay, great!” Zero: Oh and umm….maybe we can talk about that valet job you suggested? [/color] There’s silence on the other side of the phone. [/center] Zero: …Hello? [/color] “You…you aren’t serious, are you?” Suddenly, Jay thinks the plan has back fired on him and she’s about to laugh in his face. [/center] “If this is for real, I swear to god, I’ll quit my job right here right now and come to that arena!” Zero: Haha…Well, maybe we can arrange something then. [/color] “Sounds great!” Zero: Good. Well, I have a match to get ready for tonight sooo I guess I’ll see you later then. [/color] “Okay. Good luck!” Zero: Thanks. [/color] “Bye!” Zero: Bye. [/color] He hangs up the phone with a smile on his face. It was then that Thunderkiss came barging into the room again with a big grin. [/center] Kiss: Hey brother when you're done, may I have some sloppy seconds? I really don't mind! Zero: Oh god…. [/color] Jay face palms himself as Thunderkiss licks his lips and rubs his hands together. The scene fades out.
End
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:56:11 GMT -5
Segment: “100% Hot Authentic Amateurs!” Credit: T-Kiss Maxwell McNally: And welcome back to ACW Thursday Night Meltdown! Up next folks we have - Voice *interrupting*: We have *ME* up next Maxypad! [All eyes shoot upwards onto the Alpha Tron where an image of Thunderkiss is proudly displayed! Disgruntled at even seeing his image, Edison’s mouth decides to outrun his brain.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: I see somebody forget to put the idiot warning up! Thunderkiss: I heard that you pencil neck geek! Don’t make me come down there and send you crowd surfing again Edison! “Fast” Eddie Edison: *GULP* Maxwell McNally *angered*: Are you going to hijack the show again Thunderkiss? Because if you are, hurry up and do so because quite frankly, we don’t have time for your antics tonight! Thunderkiss: My such BIG words for such a TINY, tiny man! Oh don’t worry McWussy, there will be no cheap parlor tricks from me tonight! But I do I have a SURRRRRRRPRISE for each and everyone of you! You see, a while back, I came into possession of a very unique and very valuable item. Now, while I won’t say how I obtained this wonderful “surprise”, I will tell you that it is 100 percent genuine and authentic! [Thunderkiss holds up a VHS video cassette. A small commotion comes from the crowd.] Thunderkiss: The tape format I hold in my hand may be out of date, but what’s inside is very much current. What you folks are looking at is a home movie that belongs, or “did” belong, to a very famous ACW couple - and I think you know them, AK and Latino! Maxwell McNally: This invasion of privacy is totally despicab - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: WHAT PART OF “SHUT UP” DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND MCWILLY! ..... Now, believe me Army, this home movie is not your normal family picnic .. oh no no! This tape happens to host the hottest 30 minutes in ACW history! That’s right kiddies, you are looking at the one and ONLY AK and Latino’s very own ....
SEX TAPE! Thunderkiss: And come Warfare ... we are going to have a WORLDWIDE premier! Crowd: YEAAAAAAAAAAAH! “Fast” Eddie Edison: All-right! [McNally looks sternly at his colleague] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Errr, I mean .... terrible! Downright low and filthy thing to do! Thunderkiss: That’s right you lovebirds, the people will get to know you a LOT more unless you meet my demand! The choice is simple AK. You come to me and be my queen, just like God has always intended you to do. Together, you and I shall rule over the weak and the worthless - like your HUSBAND![Thunderkiss settles down as he takes the tape and stuffs it back into his vest pocket. He pats it a few times as he smiles towards the camera as if he was saying “come get it”.] Thunderkiss: So what are you going to do AK? To me, the decision is a very simple one to make. You either choose a new glorious life with the Worldbreaker or you end up in shame. You have until the top of Warfare to make your decision, my dear. Don’t keep Thunderkiss waiting or its ...
SHOWTIME! [TK’s image flickers a few times before vanishing from the screen. Uproars are still coming from our capacity crowd tonight over this revelation. AK may be their favorite, but when it comes to the “ways of the flesh”, one thought dominates all others reguardless if its right or wrong.... "Lets see it!" Will they get their wish or will AK blow holes through TK's plans? We'll all just have to tune into Warfare to find out. AK, you're now on the clock!] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:56:43 GMT -5
Segment: Making up for Lost Time (Credit: Andrew Williams)
[Andrew Williams’ posture is much more relaxed than the last time we saw him. He is sitting on a plush black leather seat, presumably the interior of the Mercedes-Benz we saw him climb into earlier. In the background we can hear the dull hum of the engine, it is overwritten by the loud clink of two glasses colliding. One of the said tumblers, containing a deep brown liquid half-way filling it, is thrust in front of Williams. He politely declines, holding up a hand and shaking his head. The hand holding the tumbler quickly withdraws it, and a loud gulp followed by a satisfied “AAH” can be heard, followed by a smacking of lips.]
Williams: So what do you want, especially after all this time?
??: Well, son--
[The camera pans around to reveal multi-millionaire businessman, Francis Williams, who wears a warm smile on his handsome features.]
Francis: --I’ve been following your progress recently and--
Andrew: Oh typical, I should have known! You’ve come here to berate me about the fact I’ve had ? matches and have yet to pick up a victory. Well, you know what? I don’t want to hear it!
Francis: No, no, you’ve got it all wrong! I wanted to see you so I could tell you that…I’m…well, you know…proud of you.
[Andrew seems very taken aback by this statement, but before he is given chance to respond Francis continues talking.]
Francis: Look, I know that over the years I haven’t been the ideal father--
[This seems to spark something deep within Andrew, who cuts his father off.]
Andrew: You can say that again! When she died it was like I’d lost both parents, you were never there! I was brought up by the fucking nanny! Just because you’ve finally told me you’re proud of me doesn’t mean we can put all that behind us!
Francis: I know, I really do, trust me. I’m not trying to excuse what I did. When your mother died…I was devastated, and I coped in the only way I knew how…shutting myself off and concentrating on the business.
Andrew: What about me?! I was 7 years old, SEVEN! I needed my father, I needed you, and where were you? Nowhere to be found!
Francis: I’m sorry, I truly am, but every time I saw you I was reminded of her. I couldn’t cope, I was a total mess. The only good thing to come out of the whole mess was that I worked hard enough to give you the life I never had.
[Andrew’s nostrils flare and he looks as if he’s been slapped in the face. He turns away from his father, as if unable to look at him and yells to the driver.]
Andrew: Stop the car!
[The driver either ignores him or cannot hear because the car continues to travel at the same, unchanged speed.]
Andrew: I said…stop the FUCKING car!
[This time the driver is paying attention and the car screeches to an abrupt halt. Andrew throws open the door and hastily climbs out without giving Francis another glance before slamming the door behind him with a thud. The window quickly descends, it’s customary electronic whirr accompanying the motion.]
Francis: That came out wrong! THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!
[Instead of listening to his pleas Andrew simply puts his earphones into his ears, turns on his iPod, and jogs off with a stony grimace set on his face.]
Driver: Where to next, Sir?
Francis: Oh…just find me the nearest bar.
[Francis slumps into his seat as the car begins to pull away, and the window ascends. Outside, Andrew continues jogging in the opposite direction, his expression unchanging.
Fade to Black]
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:57:14 GMT -5
Segment: I Won’t Waste My Love on a Nation (Credit: Flamingo)
As the scene opens, the camera pans around to the surroundings, which appears to be an abandoned sporting center. The bleachers are still out and a sea of empty folding chairs just sitting out in the cold, concrete floor, surrounding a large, empty square hole in the floor. Hours before, there was a ring sitting in that hole. Throughout the bleachers and chairs were crushed up flyers, empty nacho containers, and half-empty bottles of Mountain Dew - remnants of the fans attending that particular wrestling event. The room was still very well lit for the students that were assigned to clean up after the show, but they were taking a break after the daunting task of breaking down and moving the ring out. As the camera turned around, it was met with the stern face of Adrian Flamingo. Adrian, who sported a red shirt with the word “Chikara” on it and sported a white Hannibal Lector-esque muzzle over his mouth, simply held up a small blue flyer. As the camera zoomed in on it, the flyer revealed that it had a picture of Adrian in the middle of it with the words “Flamingo’s Farewell Show” arched above it. Adrian crumpled up the flyer and threw it off screen as the camera refocused on his face.
“Alpha Championship Wrestling, my name is Adrian Flamingo in case you were forgetting. No worries, though, I understand why you might be a little forgetful. As you may have noticed, I haven’t been too active around here lately so I haven’t felt the need to shoot these little conversations that we have and send them to you. Once again, however, I don’t seem to have a match… but I feel like it’s necessary to have one of our conversations again. Emperor of the Ring, I disguised myself as Starkweather and helped him pull a fast and painful one over on Wyvern. Now, was this a move to gain more attention from the Championship Committee or Gingerdude? No. Was this a way to put Wyvern out of the business? No. My actions, ACW fans, were for what’s best for this company… best for this business… and best for all of you. However, that is not my story to tell, so you’d best wait for the ACW World Champion to tell you all himself. I suppose I should explain why I did help Starkweather dethrone Wyvern and unceremoniously remove him from wrestling. I gave you all warning, ACW, I told you all that I would do whatever it takes to face the competition that I deserve to face. I told you that I would sign a deal with the devil himself to get what I wanted… so I did. I’ve faced and beaten people like Scott Andrews, Hunter, Rattlesnake, and Alicia Kitsune, yet I still find myself facing the exact same people every week when I do get a match. It’s as if I’ve hit the glass ceiling that management has positioned over my head saying that I can’t go any further up the card, but apparently some people in the fucking locker-room say that I don’t deserve the spot I do have on the roster. I have people saying that I don’t deserve the hype that I’ve been receiving. They say that I don’t deserve any of the press I’ve gotten, but it’s funny to me because I haven’t gotten a goddamn thing from management… from the fans… from anyone else on the roster! I see the same people every fucking month getting title shots that they don’t deserve! I see people facing some of the same people that I’m apparently not allowed to face and they don’t deserve it! I’ve been in ACW for almost a year now… November makes a year, folks, and I still find myself in the exact same position I was since then. How many title reigns do I have? None. How many title shots have I had? Few and far between. How many times have I gone out there and busted my ass to give you all a good match? Every fucking match!”
Adrian stepped away from the camera and punched his palm with his other hand. He was getting worked up and he didn’t want that to happen again. The night had already been an emotional one for him. Just a few hours ago, he said goodbye to the only wrestling promotion that had ever really given him a shot at being on the top of the card. After his final defense of the Young Lions Cup against up and comer Lince Dorado, Adrian took a bow and thanked the fans one last time. As the hours went by after the fans had left, he found himself the only one left in the New Alahambra Center besides the students that were assigned to clean up after the show. Adrian took a deep muffled breath from underneath his muzzle and brushed his long, curly hair out of his face.
“Wyvern’s injuries fall on your hands, ACW. BK London’s injuries fall on your hands, ACW. Every ounce of pain that one of your “stars” feel from me falls on your hands. I hear BK London has turned into a moping, depressed shell of his former self. I hear he’s absolutely miserable up in New York or wherever he calls home. I hope he is, ACW, because that’s even more of the blame that you’re accountable for. You turned the fan’s favorite over-hyped, family-loving funny man into a human car wreck. You keep giving opportunities to other people that don’t deserve them and more will fall. I promise you that, ACW. I promise you that until I get the opportunities that I deserve, I will keep making them myself. I’m not whining, ACW. I understand that wrestling doesn’t owe me anything, but I’ve worked harder than anyone else in this past year to turn my life around. When I came here almost a year ago, I was the cocky, fun-loving “Astonishing One” and I noticed that I got to a point when I couldn’t raise anymore. So what did I do? Did I start my own stable full of people that would help raise my stock? No. I busted my ass, changed my style, and I started over. Yet there I was again, at a point where I couldn’t raise anymore. So I simply started raising my own stock till you opened your eyes and started raising my stock. I put out BK London, and I’ve still gotten nothing. I help Starkweather and Yoko Satoshi put out Wyvern… we’ll see, won’t we?”
Adrian slide the muzzle off of his face, causing his curly mane to come forward into his face. Adrian glared at the camera and stared around him. He honestly didn’t have a clue what the future might hold for him, but at the same time, he didn’t really care. He knew ACW wouldn’t listen. Their listening skills were as well as the US Government’s when terrorists kidnap someone. ACW doesn’t negotiate with terrorists, and that’s exactly what Adrian Flamingo was. He ruined lives, he’s ruined careers, and he did it all without a tinge of guilt. The worst of it all, when Adrian put someone out, they stayed out. No one had heard anything from BK London and there was no word if Wyvern was ever going to return.
“Maslow has a hierarchy of needs. The first layer are your basic needs… food, water, and such. The second layer are your security needs… money, clothing, and shelter. The third is your need to belong, the need to fit in. The fourth need is self esteem… the ability to be in this group, but have another courage to be able to stand out on your own when need be. The fifth need is self-actualization and it’s a need very few people ever realize. That need means that you realize your place in the world. I think I’ve found my place in the world, ACW, and I have no one to thank but you. By your ducking and hiding, by denying me the opportunities that I deserve, you’ve forced me to realize my place in the world. You’ve made me realize that the only way I’ll get the things I need is by going out and taking them for myself. The only way I can get what I deserve is by forcing you to give them to me. We all have needs, ACW fans. What are yours?”
Adrian slid the muzzle back over his face and walked away from the camera, into the sea of empty chairs. Fade.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:57:29 GMT -5
Segment: Crowning (Credit: Yoko)
As we come back from commercial break, the ring’s canvas has been replaced by a purple carpet, which stretches all the way up the entrance ramp. Purple and black balloons are tied to the corner posts, and the ring apron bears its SHFVDE setup from last year. In the center of the ring is a single black circular ring, which Ginger is standing in. He’s holding a velvety box under his arm, and a microphone in the other hand.
Ginger: Jack Fury. Davey Marvel. Rattlesnake. All of these men have one thing in common; they succeeded where their competition failed and thus became Emperor of ACW for one whole year. Tonight we add another name to this prestigious list; Yoko Satoshi. She bested her opponents to become the 2007-2008 ACW Emperor of the Ring! Or rather, Empress. I’ve adhered to Yoko’s ceremonial requests, as you can all see. So Yoko, why don’t you come on out?
No more than a second later, Flower of Carnage begins to play. Some sort of chariot is expected to draw her to the ring, but no, her entrance surely surprises everyone. As if it were 2004 again, Orochi walks out with Yoko sitting on his right shoulder, held high for all to see. They’re clearly enjoying the feat, as it hasn’t been seen since the last match where they tag teamed as Prison Break. Jade walks alongside Orochi, clapping and pointing up at Yoko, proud to be dating the Empress.
As they reach the end of the purple carpet, Yoko scoots off of Orochi’s shoulder and lands firmly on the ring apron, and enters the ring. Orochi and Jade stay at ringside.
Ginger: I half expected you to wear your four belts out here AND start carrying your trophy with them.
Yoko: Too much weight. Plus I’m not that egotistical.
Ginger: Could have fooled me. Anyway, I have here the crown you mentioned. I’m surprised it wasn’t a golden hockey mask.
He reaches for his velvet box and opens it in front of Yoko. She reaches in and pulls out…A stylish but otherwise ordinary black top hat. She puts it on and smiles. Black and purple confetti and balloons begin to fall from the rafters. Yoko steps into the very center of the black hoop in the middle of the ring. She stretches both arms up and out.
Yoko: Welcome to the greatest show on Earth! From here on out, I dub my reign the Super Happy Fun Vagina Year Extravaganza! The year long party that doesn’t end until the next Emperor is crowned!
Ginger: Oh Lord, the lawsuits… But Yoko, we all know the REAL prize of the tournament is the title shot valid for anytime in the next year. Any decision yet? Omega Effect world title match perhaps?
Yoko: Perhaps. It’s too early to tell. Right now Stark is the champion. He’s my friend, so why would I want to take it from him? I wouldn’t. Now, I noticed the shot is for any belt…
Ginger: Well technically yes, but the world title-
Yoko: So I’m heavily considering the entertainment, lightweight, or international titles. It isn’t every day that you’re allowed to circumvent belt rules and regulations. You three champs be on guard, I could be on your doorstep at anytime!
Ginger looks unsettled, as if he’s just handed Yoko an atomic bomb with one punishment free shot. He doesn’t like the thought of what her mind is concocting…And he sure doesn’t feel like a year long party has begun. Seems more like a year long reign of tyranny so far.
End Segment.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 15:59:01 GMT -5
Match 5: Tornado Tag Team Tables Match – Elimination Rules The Senator and Hunter vs Jason Freeman and Jay Zero (Credit: BK)
Phillip: This match will be an Tornado Tag Team Elimination Tables Match...
The fans are in a frenzy even with the announcement of such a main event, a real treat for those watching it at home and in the arena tonight.
Phillip: ..making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 435lbs, representing the Senatorial Stable, Hunter and the International Champion, "The Senator" Steve Phillips!
"Hail to the Chief" sounds throughout the arena and the Senatorial pair step through the curtains onto the stage to a huge ovation of cheers from the audience. The pair stand at the top of the stage to soak in this moment before making their way down the ramp and into the ring. They stare around the ring, looking at ringside which is littered with tables and they can't wait for this match to start.
Phillip: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 425lbs, representing Entourage, Jason Freeman and the ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, Jay Zero!
A weird mix of "Ugly" by the Exies and "Unbroken" by Monster Magnet sound through the speakers as the pair step out onto the stage as perplexed as ever. Jason Freeman walks ahead and begins posing for the camera, showing off his new look until Jay Zero steps in front of him showing off his new ACW Light Heavyweight Championship won at Emperor of the Ring. Jason Freeman jumps in the front again and this sparks an argument between the two and they nearly come to fists before the match even begins. As it seem likes the bulls are about to butt heads, The Senator and Hunter race out the ring and take the action to their opponents rather than waiting for them to come.
*The Bell Rings*
With a very premature start to this match, The Senator is taking it to his rival for the past few months Jason Freeman while Hunter takes it to the man who eliminated him from the EOTR tournament, Jay Zero. Jay Zero drops his belt at the bottom of the stage as Hunter knees him in the abdomen and throws him head first into the ring post to a huge pop from the crowd. Meanwhile, The Senator is laying into Jason Freeman with several knife edge chops on the ring barricade. Jason Freeman holds his now red chest and The Senator whips him hard into the opposing side of the ring barricade. The former World Champion dumps Freeman over the barricade into the fans before joining him as the fans get an upclose look to this action. The two battle in the crowd with Senator getting about 99.9% of the offense in this enounter while back ringside, Hunter and Jay Zero have made their way into the ring. Jay Zero whips Hunter into the corner before looking to follow up with a clothesline, but Hunter gets his boot up. Jay Zero recoils a bit, dropping down to one knee before holding his jaw and Hunter ascends to the middle rope before taking him down with a Double Axehandle. Hunter picks up Jay Zero from his wild hair and plants him down in the middle of the ring with a scoop slam before following up with a vicious knee drops to the skull. Zero rolls around in pain holding his skull in pain and now Hunter rolls him on his stomach and locks in the Bear Trap. The Senator clotheslines Freeman over the barricade back into the ringside area and from the looks of this match, the Entourage is getting completely owned.
Freeman makes his way up to one knee as The Senator steps over the barricade and quickly he makes his move by spearing the International Champion into the steel barricade. Senator howls wildy in pain as Freeman continues to ram his back repeatedly against the steel, inflicting as much pain as possible. Finally he gets Senator a good distance away and measures him up before whipping him hard into the steel steps - sending the upper part of the steps flying towards the announce table. The International Champion lays motionless on the outside of the ring while Freeman watches over him, smiling menacingly. Back in the ring, Hunter stalks Jay Zero from afar as he slowly gets up. Once Jay Zero reaches to his knees, Hunter bounces off the ropes to hit is Floyd Kick but Jason Freeman manages to trip him from the outside. Hunter falls flat on his face in the middle of the ring as Jason Freeman enters the ring and begins stomping away at the former Heavyweight Champion. Jay Zero picks himself up and joins in on the festivites before picking him up. Zero holds Hunter while Freeman gets his licks in with blow after blow to the abdomen before one right across the face. Hunter flops down to his knee. Zero continues pounding away at the champion before rising up and pushing Freeman.
Jay: FREEMAN...
Jason looks at his chest where Zero pushes and pushes him back.
Freeman: DON'T PUSH ME!
Jay Zero: >_<
At this point, if this were an anime, everyone would have a teardrop right behind their head and randomly faint.
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 16:00:59 GMT -5
Jay Zero: ....get the fucking tables you idiot.
Freeman: Why do I have to get the tables? You get the tables.
Jay Zero: *scoffs* Fine.
Zero dips out of the ring and goes ringisde to retrieve a table before Freeman turns his attention back to Hunter who is slowly getting up. Hunter turns around and Jason looks for his Bicycle Kick but Hunter manages to duck under the leg and bounce off the ropes. Freeman turns around and he is the recipient of a huge spear by Hunter which gets the crowd riled up. Zero looks back in the ring and only the words "...aww fuck!" can be seen being mouthed, but not audible, but before he can save his unlikely partner The Senator grabs his leg and pulls him right back outside the ring. Several right hands to the jaw make their mark on the face of Zero before The Senator kicks him in the abdomen. Zero keels over in pain and now The Senator nearly caves his nose in with a knife edge chop to the face. Zero drops on his back, holding his face in pain while rolling on the mat and now The Senator picks up the table and slides it into the ring.
The Senator begins to set it up in the middle of the ring while Hunter picks up Freeman and tosses him into the corner. The former 3x Tag Team Champion sets his opponent up on the top rope, possibly looking to put him through a table in a much devastating way. Luckily Zero, who's nose is visibly bleeding, slides into the ring and he grabs The Senator and dumps him outside the ring. He makes his way to Hunter, who is looking to Superplex Freeman through the table, and connects with a vicious low blow. Hunter falls from the middle rope to the ground below and Zero pulls Freeman off the top rope down on the mat to continue the attack on Hunter. Several stomps to his ribs and face leaves the Senatorialite inert for the time being, and now Zero sets up the table in the corner of the ring. Zero and Freeman set up Hunter in the opposing corner, and now look to whip him into the corner at a high speed to send him crashing through the table but the Master of the Counter isn't backing down. He begins to fight his way out with a right hand to the Light Heavyweight Champion and another right hand to Freeman. The crowd begins to cheer for Hunter as he shows his pugnacity but the numbers game once again comes in full effect and he is planted into the mat with a vicious DDT by Freeman. Freeman picks Hunter up once again, and the pair look to whip Hunter across the ring this time and Hunter is sent flying across the ring. But The Senator manages to spring into the ring and spear Hunter out the way in the nick of time.
Frustration quickly grows on the face of the Entourage team as they make their way over to Senator and give him one hell of a beating. Jay Zero and Jason Freeman whips Hunter into the ropes and send him face first into the mat with a double flapjack. Hunter uses the ropes to help himself up, and Zero looks to clothesline him over but Hunter ducks and sends Zero over the top rope. The Light Heavyweight champion drops on the apron, nearly losing his balance and Hunter decks him a right hand for good measure. Freeman grabs Hunter and now tosses him over the top rope, but Hunter manages to stay on the apron. Freeman attempts to spear Hunter off the apron, but Hunter side steps it and pulls Freeman onto the apron. A table lies under both men, and now Freeman rakes Hunter in the eyes. Freeman kicks Hunter in the abdomen and runs up the apron, looking for the Acid Drop (Dudley Dog) but Hunter manages to hold up Freeman in mid-air on his shoulder. Zero re-enters the ring and dropkicks the pair off the apron below and while he eliminates his own partner - he gets Hunter out of the way at the same time. Freeman and Hunter lay in the debris of broken table and referee RAF signals to Phillip that both men are out.
Phillip: Jason Freeman and Hunter are BOTH eliminated!
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Post by BK London on Oct 4, 2007 16:02:13 GMT -5
Zero rises up from the mat, exhausted while looking down at both his partner and opponent between the broken pieces of tables and a smirk emerges. Maybe because he put Hunter through a table? Or finally caused some damage to his nuisance Jason Freeman. Either way, for him, it seems like a win-win situation. The Senator, now recovering from the beatdown of both men rises up behind Zero and stalks him for possibly a finishing manuever. Once Zero turns around, Senator looks to follow up with the Fillibuster but Jay Zero manages to elbow his way out the manuever. A hefty punch to the abdomen sends the former ACW Champion doubling over. Zero bounces off the ropes and he looks to connect with a boot to the side of the head but The Senator manages to plant him into the mat with a Capture Bomb. Zero rolls over on his stomach in pain and now The Senator loosk to lock in the Victory Lock III. Originally used in desperation situations, Phillips looks to wear down Zero before retrieving a table to put him through it.
Senator releases the hold, leaving a motionless Jay Zero in the ring and he goes outside of the ring to do just that. The International Champion picks up a table and sets it up on the outside before setting up another table next to it, and another table stacks on the pair. Senator rolls back in the ring and picks up Jay Zero but as quick as a hiccup, Jay manages to deliver a thumb to Senator's eye before following up with a Step up Enziguri. The Enziguri brings the International Champion down to his knees and finally Zero bounces off the ropes and delivers a double dropkick right to his face. The crowd boos the Light Heavyweight Champion immensely as he struts around the ring as to say, "I have this match in the bag". Zero picks up The Senator and whips him hard into the corner, opposite to the table still set up in the corner. Zero runs at full force, looking for a clothesline but Senator gets his boot up. Jay Zero stumbles backwards and Senator now runs towards him, luckily Zero sees this and goes for a clothesline. Phillips ducks under the clothesline attempt and awaits Zero to turn around. Once he does, The Senator manages to jump up on the shoulders of the Light Heavyweight Champion and take him down with a Hurracanrana, something not seen by the ACW veteran. A round of applause from the crowd for that manuever by The Senator and it seems to have taken Zero out for a loop.
Zero rises up and stumbles over by the ropes where The Senator grabs him to whip him across the ring. Zero comes off the ropes and The Senator takes him down with a hiptoss/neckbreaker combo. The International Champion rises up and suddenly out of nowhere he is taken out with a vicious roundhouse kick by Jason Freeman, who was believed to be knocked out cold from falling through the table. Freeman calls for Zero to go under the ring and get a ladder, and Zero - who doesn't have much of an option to argue in his current state - does so. He slides the ladder into the ring before setting it up by the ropes over where the tables are. Jason Freeman sets up The Senator on the double stacked tables on the outside, looking for a very grim ending to this match and very gingerly Zero ascends the ladder. He stands on the second to last step, hoping to hit his Moonsault he dubs 'Zero Gravity', but he is too interrupted by a fellow eliminatee in the name of Hunter. Hunter climbs up the other side of the ladder and decks Zero a few times before looking to push him off th edge through the table. Freeman re-enters the ring and looks to thwart Hunter's plan but recieves a kick to his face for his trouble. Hunter knocks Zero off the top of the ladder, but Zero manages to fall and hit the ropes before dropping back in the ring. Freeman climbs up the side of the ladder Zero was previously on to attack Hunter head on and the two really go at it. The Senator rolls back in the ring and picks up Zero before setting him up for the Liberalizer, but Zero elbows his way out of it and looks to irish whip Senator. Senator counters the irish whip to send Zero into the ladder, but Zero stops himself before hitting the ladder. He side steps the following move, which sends The Senator right into the ladder.
The ladder tips over and sends both Freeman and Hunter, who previously went through tables to be eliminated, through the three tables below - sending them back to point A. While The Senator is distracted for a bit, he turns around and Zero spears the International Champion through the table set up in the corner to win the match for his team.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, the team of Jason Freeman and Jay Zero!
"Unbroken" hits and what a fitting theme for the winner of this match, Jay Zero. He pulls himself out of the debris of the broken table that covers Senator and looks over to Jason Freeman and Hunter who are still motionless outside the ring. RAF hands him his Light Heavyweight Championship and he holds it high over his head - triumphant in what he has accomplished tonight. The scene and show ends with Jay Zero, possibly ACW's most impressive up and comer the only man unbroken in this match.
Will Jay Zero continue his winning ways as Light Heavyweight Champion?
How will Orochi's return affect the landscape of ACW?
Which belt will the Empress challenge for?
Stay tuned. Same Time. Same Channel. Same E-Fed. A-C-W.
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Post by hunter on Oct 4, 2007 16:03:02 GMT -5
Oh, Orochi's back for real? Well that's actually cool, I thought it was a one off thing.
Nice show all.
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Post by Commissioner Zero on Oct 4, 2007 16:05:02 GMT -5
Great show to everybody who contributed.
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Post by xs3 on Oct 4, 2007 16:58:19 GMT -5
Good show.
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