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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:47:08 GMT -5
Segment: When Three Tribes Come To War (Credit: Dan)
The camera opens up in the arena, and before the crowd can get their two seconds of fame, “Princes of the Universe” hits the PA system and the crowd start to go absolutely barmy, as Dan White walks through the curtain, despite not being advertised as being here tonight. So, as such, he is wearing outdoor clothing, but different to his usual attire. Instead of a tidy suit, he wears a white t-shirt with a Topman hoodie, and a pair of jeans. He enters the ring, collecting a microphone and waits for the music to fade.
Dan: you know, since being kicked out of the Entourage, I've realised that I don't have a single friend here in ACW.
He pauses.
Dan: And you know I couldn't give any less of a damn!
Loud cheer
Dan: So here is how it's going to go down. I have Entourage to the left of me *points to left* and the Senatorial Stable to the right. *points to the right* And then I have that stupid bastard Gingerdude playing my case from upstairs. I feel like I'm Rambo or someone, I'm pretty much on my own in this war! But let's get the first manner of business out of the way; Jonny Hughes.
There's a mixed reaction for the announcement of Hughes.
Dan: And Jonny Hughes strikes me as this kind of person. He has a match against probably the best damn wrestler ever to walk through these ropes, and decides to take the law into his own hands, put his hands on the Welsh Dragon after the match, and try and break me. Well Jonny boy, you ain't done nothing to this Dragon yet. But you strike me as a kind of person who would only have the guts to do something like this if you have a little two-bit stable behind you. It's happened in the past and it'll happen in the future! You get a bit of a run going, then aligne yourself with a slack stable like the Upper Echelon, or in this case the Senatorial Stable! Well you got one thing coming, boy, and the Cardiff Soul Crew are after your pathetic little Hartlepool arse!
This generates some cheers, as Dan continues
Dan: That brings me onto my next subject of discussion. People have come out here and asked me, “so Dan, why have you changed since you came back?”, and “why don't you tell us about your football hooliganism?” and well, to be frank, it's none of your goddamn business! I'm not going to be like them two-bit characters like Hunter or Starkweather or whoever you want to call them, who feel the need to tell everybody their entire story outside of ACW. You have a long lost sister. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Unless she's fucking a member of ACW who gives a crap?
This generates a large pop from the crowd, responding positively to Dan's new attitude.
Dan: Which leads me onto my final point of discussion. Entourage, you know who you are, and you know that I'm coming for you. I don't care if I fight you straight on, or if I have to find you one by one. But the one thing you'll know is that I'm sick of the whole *puts on a whiny voice* “we're the prettyboys of ACW! Don't touch us or we might smudge our makeup!” and you know damn well that I'm right! You hide behind the Chairman, and there's no denying that you've been hiding behind him this whole time! It's just a whole conspiracy to deny the first Welshman of all time to win the World Championship. And that my friends is WEAK! What did I say?
Crowd: WEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAK!!!
Dan: And that, my friends, is a right.....
Points to the crowd
Dan: ...touch!
”Princes of the Universe” hits again, and Dan exits the ring to a resounding reception. He smirks as he walks up the ramp, but knows that he's pretty much declared war against all three stables of the federation, which could prove to be more than he can chew.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:47:47 GMT -5
Segment: Play Time Credit: Jay Zero As we open up from a commercial break, we find Jay Zero and his valet Stefanie quickly walking down the hallway. They seem to be in a rush because Jay didn’t even have time to put his title around his waist. They reach Chairman Ginger’s door and he starts pounding on the office door. Knock-Knock-Knock! There’s a short pause before Ginger yells out “Come in” and once he does, Jay doesn’t hesitate to turn the handle and bust into the room. Once seeing who his guests are, Ginger immediately changes his attitude.
Ginger: Ahhh, you’re back. Did your conscience finally make you give in?
Zero: My conscience didn’t do squat! I didn’t do squat! [/color] Ginger: What do you mean? Zero: I didn’t attack Freeman, Ging! [/color] Ginger: Yes-Yes, I heard your plea earlier. I also heard you flip out and leave the room. So, what makes you come back? Zero: To tell you the truth once and for all! It wasn’t me, but I know who did it! [/color] Ginger: Oh really? A smile engulfs Ginger’s somewhat aged face which cracks into several wrinkles. He looks over at Stefanie. [/center] Ginger: Stefanie, does Mr. Zero really know who did this? She takes a deep breath. [/center] Stefanie: Uh---yeeeaah. Ginger: Why didn’t that sound sincere? Stefanie: I’m just—a little creeped out. A little confused too… Ginger: Why is that? Zero: Okay, enough chit-chat! Ginger, the suspect that is guilty of all charges is none other than the big man himself! God did it! [/color] Ginger looks over at Jay and his smile dies down. [/center] Zero: It was pay back for Jason humiliating me! [/color] Ginger: Do you think this is funny, Jay? Zero: …….What? [/color] Ginger: Do I look amused right now? It’s obvious now why you’re back here; just to make a mockery of this situation! Jay, I’m trying to be serious here and I want answers to who did this to Jason and just exactly why! Zero: But! But I’M being serious too! Ask Stefanie, God confessed! [/color] Ginger looks over at Stefanie. [/center] Stefanie: It’s true. Weird…but true. Ginger: Tell me, he isn’t making you say these things, is he? Stefanie: No—no, God just called and I heard the conversation… Ginger now looks digusted. He keeps looking at both of the people in front of him, thinking he’s the only normal one. [/center] Ginger: …….What…the HELL is wrong with you people?! Especially you, Zero! Now you got this innocent girl brainwashed into thinking God is here in ACW?! You’re seriously sick! Zero: But…God, he –[/color] Ginger: No, I don’t even want to hear it anymore Jay! You need help! I’m not going to see another champion of mine turn into a crazed, sadistic power-hungry buffoon! Now I highly, highly suggest you start seeing a psychologist. Zero: --It wasn’t me though! It was –[/color] Ginger: Now Jay, just go, please. Your match is soon and frankly, I don’t have any time right now to discuss the ways to make you become healthy again. You’re just going to have to figure it out on your own. So—good day. Zero: So what, you’re not even going to listen to what I have to say?! You probably still think I did it, don’t you?! C’mon Ginger! Tell me the truth! [/color] Stefanie: Jay, maybe we should just go. Stefanie stands up and grabs onto his shoulder. [/center] Zero: If you think I need a shrink, then obviously you’re the one with issues, Ginger! I’m perfectly fine! You know it! They know it! The entire world knows it! [/color] Ginger: Please Jay…..Go get ready for your match. Zero: You know what?!? Fine! I will, and I’m not going to let anything that’s been coming out of YOUR mouth distract me from defending this gold! Just you watch, Ginger! [/color] Stefanie begins to pull him towards the door and he gives in, walking slowly. [/center] Zero: --- I’ll show you that I’m completely fine! Once that bell rings and Alicia looks me in the eyes! She’s going to realize what she’s gotten herself in to, and that when it comes to her winning my title, there’s a ZERO CHANCE! [/color] Ginger shakes his head as Jay finally exits the room and slams the door behind him. Ginger deeply inhales and then blows out all of the different emotions brewing inside of him right now. The scene fades. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:48:40 GMT -5
Match 3: Jonny Hughes vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Hunter)
You'd think that by now I'd get bored of writing for practically the same people every week. And yet...here we are again. It's beyond me how I tolerate it. But at the same time, I'm too damn lazy to write main events. Oh well. Uh...-CHCHCHCHCALALALALALALFORALLLLLLLAHZAM!- The match starts with (you guessed it) a clothesline, this one coming from the general direction of Jonny Hughes to the general direction of Jason Freeman. Does that mean the former performed said move? Probably, unless ACW is stock full of poltergeists. Either way, Hughes followed this up by throwing Freeman down with a snapmare, following this by nailing him with a kick to the back. Freeman rolled up and nailed a quick DDT, but got an (obviously) unsuccessful pinfall for his efforts.
The two brawled around for a few more minutes, but eventually Hughes just got plain annoyed with it, and so he switched to the kind of offense he knows Freeman cannot top him in: submissions. And so Hughes blocked a punch and turned it into the ever popular ARMBAR! move, getting a yell from the crowd of the same name. The yell, not the crowd. Oh, and this is the part of the match where I do a random shout out: hi Freeman. Anywho, Freeman rolled out of the dangerous armbar and kipped up, then did a brain chop for shits and giggles. Hughes countered by attempting to lock in the dragon sleeper, but Freeman flipped backwards over him, grabbed him in the proper position, and nailed him with an inverted suplex, which he turned into the gouging camel clutch. Hughes struggled, but eventually he was able to grab the rope.
Hughes recovered rather quickly afterwords, and then promptly went back on the offensive. He grabbed Freeman for the Perfect Series, and nailed it...well...perfectly. Freeman recovered enough to be able to duck a sudden Roaring Elbow, and then nailed the Outta Control, whatever the fuck it is. Freeman covered, but the referee counted slowly because he too was confused as to what the fuck that move was. Hughes recovered and quickly rolled Freeman up, but the latter kicked out just before the three. He then hopped up to his feet and tried for the Mule Kick, but Hughes ducked it and grabbed him for the Anaconda Vice. Freeman, knowing full well what would happen next, quickly grabbed the nearby rope and hung on for dear life. When the referee forced him off, Freeman ducked another Anaconda Vice attempt, grabbed Hughes from behind, and nailed him with the Middle of Nowhere, finally gaining the successful pinfall.
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:50:46 GMT -5
Segment: Along This Road (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades in at the rate it usually does, seemingly never bothering to speed up in any particular way. But before it does, the fans can already make out the faint outline of Kevin Anderson, famed ACW interviewer, and Andrew Hunter, famed ACW wrestler. The two of them are not conversing; Kevin focuses on actually not missing the signal to begin, while Hunter simply stands, uninterested, looking off to the side. The moment that the fading is complete, Kevin smiles, raising the microphone to his lips, and Hunter turns to face him, clearly irritated.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I have here with me Andrew Hunter, former ACW World Champion, who has just recently been named the #1 Contender for that very same title. Your thoughts, Hunter?
Hunter: I'm ecstatic, it's like winning a fucking Oscar.
Kevin: Really?
Hunter: No. That'd be better.
Kevin: You don't seem too enthused.
Hunter: I'm not enthused by the prospect of facing Dr. Starkweather; I'm very enthused about getting that title back around my waist, however.
Kevin: So are you worried about the World Champion?
Hunter: Were you by any chance listening just now? I clearly said that I'm "very enthused about getting that title back around my waist." Would I say that if I were worried about that joke of a wrestler?
Kevin: I...suppose not.
Hunter: Precisely. And that's exactly why I'm not worried about him. I don't look forward to facing him just because it's going to be so damn easy. I mean, I'll weaken him up tonight, but then by Samhain he'll be so weak that it'll pretty much be a walk in the park for me.
Kevin: So then do you guarantee victory tonight with the Senator against Starkweather and his tag team partner, Adrian Flamingo?
Hunter: Kevin, you know me: I never guarantee anything. I commonly just share what I want to happen, and what I think will happen. Is that a guarantee? No. But it's a damn good bet.
Kevin: Why do you feel so confident against the two of them, or even Starkweather in general?
Hunter: Simple: neither of them have ever done anything to warrant either the World Title or any form of fear or respect from me, and I doubt either of them ever will.
Kevin: But they have both beaten you without you ever returning the favor.
Hunter: That hardly counts, and I won't bother explaining why. I'm not the good guy, Kevin, so I can only have one excuse.
Kevin: I see. Well either way, your match is rapidly approaching, so I suppose---
Hunter does not need another word from the interviewer, and so he simply walks past him, lightly bumping into him, shoulder first. He disappears off camera quickly, and Kevin is left to sulk around. Eventually, however, he does the same thing he usually does after Hunter's abrupt exits: he does the cut throat sign, and leaves the screen himself.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:51:03 GMT -5
Segment: Taylor has a few things that need to be said Credit: Jon Taylor
It is backstage, with just 20 minutes to go until Meltdown goes live on air everyone is rushing around frantically. Some of the roster are still in their personal locker rooms, however there are some all geared up and ready to go, and are just socialising in a lounge. The officials can be seen rushing from place to place, two of the officials have a collision and tensions rise. Two wrestlers can be seen sitting at a table discussing their match later on in the night, and making sure they have all their spots memorized. The fans have all started to arrive, and all sound ready for the show to start. Even backstage the chants and cheering can be heard, the crowd is clearly excited and waiting in anticipation for the show to start. Jon Taylor can seen sitting on a steel chair in a darkened room with a video camera in front of him. There is a look of focus and intensity in his eyes, he is wearing a blue a white top with Mr. Wrestling on the front and blue tracking bottoms, unlike earlier on the night he no longer has his blue unzipped hooded top on. He leans forward towards the camera and looks ready to talk.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Some of you may be wandering why I am sitting in a room and talking into a video camera - the answer is simple; I have a few things which I would like to say.
Last week on Meltdown I made my debut in ACW, against one of the top men in this company; Thunderkiss. I may of ending up on the losing side of the match, but for my debut match I was content with my performance. I managed to take it to one of the top men here, and I didn't go down without a fight. I am pleased that I managed to surprise him, I am not one to be intimidated easily, and I hope in my debut I proved that. Unlike others I stood my ground and showed the roster that I wasn't willing to take a beating without handing one right back. He tried to show off with his power advantage, however like with most of the top men Thunderkiss underestimated his opponent and that nearly cost him. Next time I will be more prepared and used to the ACW wrestling style, and he won’t be able to take me out nearly as easily.
There is a smile on Taylor's face, he runs his hand through his hair and then continues to talk.
I came here to learn, to become a better wrestler. Last week my learning began, and this week it will continue. I may not have a match but I can sure as hell scout the roster so I know what's waiting for me. Unlike them I don't have any taped matches which they can study, that's where I have the advantage. If my opponents underestimate me as much as Thunderkiss did then they are going to make my job a lot easier. I may not look incredibly threatening to them, but when I get in the ring it's a different matter. Some people try to play the power game, I myself prefer using my technical abilities to outsmart and outwrestle my opponent.
Taylor flexes his muscles and then sighs.
In my debut match I had no time to prepare, I was thrust into it with 5 minutes before it was scheduled to happen. In my next match that will not be the case. I will have the time to extensive research of my opponent, on top of tonight where I will have the chance to see them live in action. I may not have been in this company for very long, and they may have more experience at this level of competition than I do, but I have the brain to know that I have to find every weakness and strength of my opponent in order to capitalise on them and walk out of the ring with the victory. Some people prefer to have as little preparation as possible. I am not included. I believe that preparation and how you conduct is as important as it is when you get into the ring. I am the full package; I eat, sleep and dream wrestling.
Some people do it for the money, there's no shame in that - but I do it for myself, and for my fans. There are two things I care for in this world, they are; wrestling and the fans. If it wasn't for the fans then I wouldn't have the opportunity I have right now, to do the thing most precious to me; wrestle. That's why I strongly believe in doing whatever I can do to entertain my fans, my supporters. That's why later tonight im going to go out there to the ring, and show them one piece of my weaponary.
Taylor stands up. He walks over to the camera and switches it off. He then goes over to the door and opens it, he starts to head northwards, where the lounge is situated for the wrestlers to relax and socialise before their match. The lounge is opposite the entrance to the ring area; Taylor finds a chair and sits down. He takes off his white shirt and blue tracking bottoms to reveal his wrestling attire. He is now wearing blue trunks and a pair of white boots, Taylor composes himself and waits.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:53:17 GMT -5
Segment: Retaliation. Credit: Jay Zero and Jason Freeman Just fading out of one segment, we are immediately brought into our next. We find Jay Zero walking along his valet Stefanie Collins. He adjusts his elbow pads and he tries to mentally prep himself for his match against Atomic Kitsune. The white tassels on the bottom of his black wrestling trunks sway in the wind.
But then out a nowhere in a split second, a large, steel object rams into the side of Jay Zero, sending him hard to the concrete ground. [/center] CRASH! [/b] Stefanie shrieks out, being frightened while Jay rolls and crashes into a couple of trash cans. It looks like it was a scaffold that was rolled into the Light Heavyweight Champion.
Jason Freeman walks onto the scene with a grin on his face. Jay tries pulling himself up but is met by a big boot to the side of the head for his troubles. [/center] Stefanie: Jason! What the hell are you doing?! He begins to pound Jay’s stomach with several mudhole stomps. Stefanie runs up and starts pulling Jason’s shoulder, but he’s too strong for her. He spins around quickly and makes Stefanie jump back. The look in his eyes show that this is much more than just a pathetic attempt at revenge. He wants to hurt Jay. Stefanie starts shaking her head and pleaing with Freeman who keeps backing her up. [/center] Stefanie: Oh god…please! No! Freeman: What is it? Hmm? AFRAID?! He jumps at her and she trips, falling back to a seated position. Freeman gets right next to her and he leans over. [/center] Freeman: We wouldn't be in this situation right now, if you and Jay hadn't planned an assault against me on Monday! If you and Jay didn’t attack me like two cowards, then maybe you wouldn’t be in this little predicament. Behind Freeman, Jay has begun to get to his feet, looking quite angry. He unhooks the title from around his waist but Freeman becomes aware of this when he sees Stefanie looking back. He turns around, just in time to duck under the shot from Jay and deliver a knee to his gut. He grabs Jay by the tights and his hair and then proceeds to run him shoulder first into the wall with a loud crack.
Jay groans in pain, holding his shoulder while Freeman changes his attention over from Stefanie to the Light Heavyweight Title that is on the ground behind him now. He walks back and slowly reaches down for it. He grabs the gold and lifts it up, smiling. He walks takes a few steps closer to Jay who is trying to pull himself up. Before he can even reach a vertical base, Freeman sprints forward, nailing him with the title and the impact sends his head crashing into the wall. Jay collapses to the ground holding his head as Freeman slowly bends over with the title, glaring at it. [/center] Freeman: Have you learned your lesson yet? I was going to be perfectly fine with ignoring you from day one, but that just couldn't be, could it? If you don't bother me, I won't bother you. But we both know that it was you that put these stitches into my head and I’m not going to forgive you just like that, Jay! Oh no! It's time for ME to fight back, and I may have gotten my temporary revenge tonight, but this is just the beginning! Now I think you have a match to go participate in, here's your title....it may be your last moment with it. He tosses the gold onto Jay’s chest. [/center] Freeman: Oh, and Jay....May God be with you. Freeman starts laughing at Jay, totally mocking the man. He turns towards Stefanie and smiles before walking off the camera. Stefanie rushes over to check on Jay who is now bleeding and the scene begins to fade out. Will Jay be able to defend his title against Atomic Kitsune? The match is next….. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:54:42 GMT -5
Match 4: Jay Zero vs Alicia Kitsune – ACW Light Heavyweight Championship Zero Chance Challenge (Credit: Dan White)
AK's Entrance: “I'm a Bomb” by Natasha Bedingfield Zero's Entrance: “Unbroken” by Hotel Magnet
The two are out and ready for this match, being a Zero's Chance match it's only 15 minutes long, so AK knows that she has to capitalise quickly. She and Zero spend the first minute or so attempting to grab each other, but to no avail as both show off their quick moves and agility. After this period of about a minute, Zero finally breaks the ice as such with a dropkick, but AK responds with a snap suplex. Zero responds with a Springboard Armdrag. He then attempts to go for the Crucifixion, but AK manages to escape, using Zero's arm to propel him into the turnbuckle, which gains a pop. AK then dominates this section of the match, hitting several impact moves like elbows and knees, wearing Zero down as the clock ticks by.
Zero is in a precarious position, but manages to fight back, eventually exposing a turnbuckle and using that to his advantage, clocking AK with it. This leads to a Zero Darkness attempt, AK reversing it into the Falling Star, getting a two-count. The match from here swings into AK's court, knowing full well that she's not got long to get the win. She beats Zero down, particularly on the head. A Drop Toe Hold onto the exposed turnbuckle doesn't go a miss either. Zero battles back, hitting several of his trademark moves and reducing AK to rubble. He attempts the Zero gravity, but AK sticks her knees up, stopping it.
AK tries to hit the Shockwave, but Zero reverses it into the Zero Darkness, but AK escapes. She tries to hit a Fox Flip, but on the way up, Zero flips AK onto his shoulders, attempting a strange form of fireman's carry, only for AK to reverse it into a pinning position, 2-count. With not long remaining on the clock, the rest of the match is a sluggish brawl by both, Zero trying to last out the 15 minutes and AK trying to win the title for the first time. Zero hits a clothesline, posing to the crowd. This is the chance AK needs, and she shunts Zero in the back of the knee. Zero falls to one knee, turning around and meeting the EMP...only not, as he ducks it, rolling AK up, using to ropes as leverage to get the 1-2-3!
Philip: Here is your winner...and STILL ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion...Jay Zero!
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:55:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Return Comes Near (Credit-The Unknown One)
As seen on last week, the giant screen, out of nowhere, turns to static, and a shadowy character appears in the static.
Maxwell McNally: What is going on here?
Eddie Edison I don't know! Looks scary, just like before!
The person on the screen can not be fully seen, but seems to be wearing a dark hood, and speaks with a voice that sounds filtered.
Unknown: acw, your time is drawing near. halloween is coming soon, and with it will come your eventual demise.
Maxwell McNally What could this, this, person have to do with ACW?
Unknown: you do not know where i will strike from, but when i do, wrestling will never be the same again, never again. heed my warnings, every person in the back should watch their back, and always be ready, because you do not know the hour when i will strike. and if that was not bad enough, i am only a messanger. my people are the ones who you will really fear. and fear them, that you will.
A big explosion takes place in the enterance way, and when the smoke clears, the screen is blank again.
Maxwell McNally What could that have been about?
Eddie Edison Maxwell, I don't want to know, but it sounds like someone wants to make an impact in ACW!
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:55:36 GMT -5
Segment: Retro Segment #99 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)
March 12th, 2006 Okinawa, Japan The Road to the Engineer’s Lair
Not metaphorical. It is literally a road. A street, actually. In some nearby suburbs. No secret hidden castle, apparently just a house like any other.
Yoko and Sarin are already in their Gatogal and Frost costumes, and they’re walking the distance. They want to be able to react to any sudden ambush; something impossible in a car. Jinx emerges from a nearby rooftop and hops down alongside them.
Jinx: Something up?
Yoko: Engineer.
Jinx: You know who it is?!
Sarin: No, he called us out. Probably luring us into a trap.
Jinx: I’ll come too, I want this guy off the streets just as much as you do.
Yoko: Good idea. You let us deal with it, and if he tries to escape, you step in. This one ends here. I’m tired of this shit.
Sarin: I didn’t really expect a middleclass house…I expected something more extravagant.
Jinx: We all did, apparently, since we thought it was Yakuza related.
Yoko: At the least I expected a hideout like the Legion HQ, or that basement the Idolizer was in.
Sarin: Hey, what if he lives with his parents? Do we…do we fight them?
Jinx: There won’t be parents there if he’s expecting you two.
Yoko: I believe this is it…
They stand before a completely normal house. Nothing odd about it. Nice lawn, no litter, the house is in near perfect shape; certainly not in need of repairs or painting. The lights are on inside.
They all look at each other, then slowly walk up the walkway to the door, aware that there may be traps. There aren’t any. Yoko musters her courage and knocks on the door. When there’s no answer, she realizes knocking was an odd thing to do. She now turns the knob and opens the door, revealing pleasant furniture inside. The layout is not unlike her own house, just smaller. They step inside and turn toward the apparent living room…
There he is. The Engineer.
To Be Continued…
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:56:04 GMT -5
Segment: Autograph Session (Credit: Flamingo, Senator)
NOTE: This following segment took place on the previous day. The following footage was taped by and is used with permission from the Philadelphia Extreme Wrestling Association.
As the footage airs, it's immediately obvious that the camera quality is highly inferior to what ACW fans have always been used to. The lighting in the small arena is nice for an independent group, but, much like the cameras, nowhere near as good as ACW standard quality. In the ring, the former Fallout Tag Champs, Eddie the Wire and Tony the Rod are seen facing the Spanish Soldiers, Senor Peligro, and El Rey de la Mascara. At the moment, Tony the Rod has the diminutive Peligro trapped in the corner, pounding away with boxing style hooks to the body. However, the main focus of the camera soon shifts to ringside, where Senator Steve Phillips is seated next to the timekeeper, taking notes with a pencil and notebook. More significantly, however, is the man who makes his way through the crowd to clap him on the back. Fortunately for us, a microphone wielding individual also runs up to the developing encounter.
??: Steve Phillips, just the man I was looking for!
The Senator: Excuse me? Ugh. Adrian Flamingo, what in the heck are you doing here? Do you not have ACW business to attend to?
Flamingo: Yeah, but the thing is, MY ACW business is to be right here.
Senator: Sorry, I can hardly hear you over the din of the crowd, speak up!
Flamingo: I'm SUPPOSED to be here! I came here for that autograph session after the show!
Senator: Wonderful, go back to your seat then, I assume you paid for one, of course!
Flamingo: Now, by paid for one, you mean.... well, nevermind that. The thing is, Sennie, I gotta catch the commercial outta here in about an hour to catch a connecting flight back to Venice Beach, and we all know that flight industry isn't the kindest industry in the world. So since I can't take a private flight like you, Mr. Big Shot, I gotta make my stay in PETA... that is what this promotion is call, right? Anyway, I gotta make my stay in PETA really short and I really, really want your autograph! So could ya be a pal and sign something for me? C'mon, be a sport! I'm sure all of those young voters want to see just how friendly and approachable the Senator is!
Senator: If it makes you shut up, then here!
Phillips turns a page, quickly scrawls a signature on it, ripping it out of the notebook, and hands it to Flamingo.
Senator: Happy now?
Flamingo: Hey, I wanted it signed, "To my best friend in the wrestling industry, Adrian Flamingo," or "To the greatest American luchadore in the world", or something along the lines of that. Well, if it was readible that'd probably be a plus too...
Senator: Too bad, that is the best you are going to get.
Flamingo: Huh? I CAN'T hear you!
Senator: Of all the blasted...this guy is as bad as Thunderkiss...
Flamingo: What was that? You want a kiss? Well, Sennie, I'm flattered that you think that highly of my in-ring work that you can only display that respect by public displays of affection, but I personally don't think you're at a point in your life where you're ready for this level of commitment.
Senator: You blithering idiot! Get out of here before I throw you out of here!
At this point, several security guards make their way over, as the confrontation has also resulted in a coagulation of drunken rowdy fans in the general vicinity, and as that happens, the camera goes back to the ring, only to see Peligro get blasted with a Wire Cutter, and Eddie the Wire covers for the pin just as the clip cuts out.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:56:55 GMT -5
Segment: Triangle of Perfection Credit: Jon Taylor
Meltdown returns from a commercial break. The fans are all excited after watching the first matches, there are chants going around such as "Bring back BK", "We want more" and "Let the show commence!". Fans can be seen wearing merchandise of their favourite wrestlers, and a mexican wave can be seen making its way from side to side. The commentators are talking amongst themselves, and the show looks set to continue. The lights dim and the crowd temporarily fall silent. Ringside officials can be seen asking the commentators what's going on, as they have contact with backstage. The commentators don't know either. Suddenly the lights come back on in a blue tint, blue smoke appears from the entrance and a figure can be seen standing there. As the smokes clears away it reveals new signee Jon Taylor standing there, he is wearing blue trunks and a pair of white boots. Taylor’s theme song “Numb” by Linkin Park begins bursting out of the P.A system. The crowd are unsure about how to react as most don't know who it is, however his few fans in the crowd recognise him and cheer. He stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds, and then proceeds to make his way to the ring, Hi-Fiving the outstretched arms over the barricade. He stops at the ring steps and waves to the fans before entering the ring through the middle rope. He makes his way over to the other side of the ring where an official hands him a microphone, he returns to the centre of the ring.
Phillip Jones | Ring Announcer
Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome one of the newest members of the ACW roster - Jon Taylor!
Maxwell McNally | Play by Play Commentator
It seems that Taylor has something to say to everyone here.
Eddie Edison | Colour Commentator
So who is this Rookie?
Maxwell McNally | Play by Play Commentator
He's called Jon Taylor, supposedly one of the best technical wrestlers in the Indies, he signed with ACW last week. Apparently he is one to watch, or what I can gather from word backstage.
Taylor clears his throat and lifts the microphone to his mouth. He looks ready to address the audience.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Earlier on tonight I said that I would come out here and show the fans and the rest of roster something; well that's what I plan to do. I was thinking what better way to make an impact than to show the deadliness of my finisher, which most people backstage seem to be discussing. Well it's time to put an end to their gossiping and let them see the Triangle of Perfection in action. Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls - please welcome Steve Rodgers.
A man appears through the entrance, he is about 5"10 and is wearing red trunks and red boots, he looks like he is ready to compete. He quickly makes his way to the ring, ignoring the outstretched arms on his way. He stands next to Taylor, a ringside official passes a steel chair into the ring which Rodgers sits on.
Phillip Jones | Ring Announcer
The following is a Triangle of Perfection challenge. The only way to win the challenge is to reverse or break the hold.
Eddie Edison | Colour Commentator
What the hell is this, Max?
Maxwell McNally | Play by Play Commentator
If my memory serves me well, and my information is correct, the Triangle of Perfection is a modified triangle choke/hold. This is Taylor's deadly finisher, many backstage have been gossiping about how powerful it is, well it looks like we're about to see it live in action. As you can guess, the only way for Rodgers to win this challenge is to reverse or break the hold before Taylor is able to make him pass out or submit.
Eddie Edison | Colour Commentator
This should be interesting.
A referee makes his way to the ring. Taylor gets in the starting position and Rodgers doesn't seem to be very confident about the challenge. The referee calls for the bell and the challenge begins. As Taylor locks in the hold Rodger is immediately pulled of fthe steel chair and onto the ground. Rodger tries to wriggle free by slipping his under the leg grip, but this is far too tight to even contemplate it. Taylor tries to curl up his body so it puts more pressure on the head of Rodgers, Taylor partly succeeds but Rodgers manages to use his power so Taylor is unable to curl up more which relieves some of the pressure. Rodgers confidence seems to grow as he attempts to powerbomb Taylor, however Taylor partly bridges which greatly increases the amount of pressure on Rodgers and Rodgers immediatly falls to the ground. The hold is clearly taking all of the energy out of Rodgers as his face turns red and he seems to drift away. Rodgers makes one last chance to escape but fails and he passes out. The referee calls for the bell as Rodgers is now out cold. Taylor releases the hold and doesn't even have any hint of sweat on him. The crowd are cheering and chanting, some look to be shocked at the power of the move. Taylor goes up to the right hand side turnbuckle and stands there, he lifts his arms in the air and celebrates.
Phillip Jones | Ring Announcer
Here is your winner; Jon Taylor!
There is a large cheer from the crowd.
Eddie Edison | Colour Commentator
It seems your information was correct, Max - that was extremely impressive from Taylor.
Maxwell McNally | Play by Play Commentator
It looks like Taylor could be one to watch for the future, I am sure we will be seeing plenty more him.
Taylor climbs down from the turnbuckle and stands in the centre of the ring.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
And that's why they call me Mr. Wrestling!
The crowd erupt; chants and cheering can be audible from all around the arena. Taylor waves to the fans before exiting the ring. His theme music "Numb" by Linkin Park erupts out of the P.A system, as he makes his way up to the entrance ramp he Hi-Fives the crowd members again. The song slowly fades away as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp again to acknowledge the fans before exiting to the backstage area.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:58:49 GMT -5
Segment: Think Tank (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo. That’s all, two words. Ask someone to describe Adrian, and they would have a few choice words, but nothing that was all inclusive. Adrian took pride in that. He didn’t want to be the type of person that could be classified, labeled, and shoved along the mortal coils of life like a lamb in the slaughterhouse. Adrian Flamingo was happy and angry, explosive and preserved, and cruel and kind all in one. There was no inner-psyche, no Freudian mindset that forced him to do what he did. He was a man with a free will and he refused to blame or give credit to anything other than his own desires. He wasn’t guided by God, his inner demons, or a false prophet. He was guided by his own need of glory.
Adrian Flamingo sat outside the arena in jeans and a black t-shirt, cigarette in one hand and his white muzzle in the other. Adrian liked it outside. The air was clean, he was allowed to smoke, and he was away from the hustle, bustle, and noise of the backstage environment. He was free to take in the sunset and fresh air at his leisure. Adrian looked to his left and acknowledged the cameraman with a smile.
“So, tonight I’m teaming with Alexander Starkweather to face Hunter and the greatest wrestler in ACW, Senator. Wow, the electricity of such a match is really lighting me up. I can barely handle my nerves, ACW fans. It’s like there’s a thousand jumping beans with baseball bats beating the shit out of my heart like a piñata. Of course, there’s a damper to this event. You know, there always has to be something to shake you out of a good mood. As they say, nothing gold stays and week after week I’m subjected to these BK London human interest stories that are supposed to make a dry eye wet. Yeah, BK, just because I haven’t publicly called you out and threatened you further like some people, I haven’t forgotten about you. I mean it’s hard to forget about you when every little bit of news I hear about you, results in it being tied back to me. Aw, your wife left you. Aw, your house burnt down. Aw, life sucks, doesn’t it, BK? Of course, all of this has to be my fault, right? I mean, if I hadn’t put you out, your wife would still see what a manly man you were and continued to ignore her own unhappiness a little bit longer. That faulty wiring would’ve held up from catching on fire if you weren’t around the house moping. What’s next? “BK London has a Flat on his Way to the Grocery Store, London Points the Blame to Flamingo?” “BK London’s Daughter Caught Cheating on her Spelling Test, All Signs Point to Flamingo!” Right? Well, maybe you’re right, BK. Maybe I am the one responsible for your mind-numbing depression, your anti-social personality, and your less than stellar home life. However, I’m going to disagree. At the end of the day, I’m just the man that broke your leg. Someone else broke your heart. Someone else broke your home. The culprit? Look in the mirror. It‘s called be responsible, and before you can lay any serious blame on me for destroying your life, you need to be able to look into the mirror and accept that the only person that destroyed your life was you.”
Adrian snickered to himself and took a long drag off of his cigarette. Camel 9’s. Decent, but a bit… meh. He felt like a snobby art student smoking anything that came out of a black box. Fuck, all he was missing was the beret, the Kurt Vonnegut book, and the record player. Oh, and the Cloves cigarettes. No self-absolved college kid was complete without the cigarettes that looked and smelled like paprika. Adrian held his muzzle up to his face and gazed into it before showing it off to the camera.
“You know why I wear this? It looks fucking cool for starts, but in reality, it keeps me from saying things that are better left unsaid. I won’t touch much on this, but I’m just saying that I’m not going to ignore the cameraman when he comes to see what I’m doing. You won’t see Adrian Flamingo letting Stark and Yoko discuss tactics while there is a man recording every word they say. You won’t see Adrian Flamingo ignore ACW’s fans by acting like they aren’t watching. Heh, maybe that was one of those things that was better left unsaid? Meh, what do I know, after all, I’m just an angry man. I watch people walk through this life listlessly without a care in the world and it makes me sick to my stomach. People just waltz on by as if nothing could ever possibly go wrong and act like they are owed the world. Little do they realize is that all it takes to pop that bubble of security that they live in is for a man, who doesn’t care about them or their future, to come along and shatter their dreams. BK London knows that now. Wyvern knows that now. Life isn’t a party, gentlemen. It’s not about getting drunk and having promiscuous sex like the depraved hedonists you are. It’s a bizarre roller coaster that is both terrifying and wonderful.”
Adrian took his muzzle and slide it on over his face, pulling his hair out from underneath it so that it fit more comfortably. With a bit of ease and positioning, Adrian slid the end of his cigarette through one of the slots in his muzzle and rested it in his lips. After this feat, Adrian stood up and motioned the cameraman to stand up with him.
“That’s why Starkweather and the rest of us get along so well. We all have this mutual understanding that within the bat of an eye, our world can end and shatter. It’s a terrifying concept that drives those of us with weaker constitutions to be brain-dead hedonists, but if you can handle that knowledge, then you can be the best you possible. If that makes sense of course. The works of Nietzsche tends to get lost on those who don’t understand that there are natural born survivalists and the weakerthans. Oh well, he just inspired a man to bring his country out of the rubble of a World War to raise the single-most terrifying military in history… no sense listening to him, right? Now, if you’d excuse me, I need to finish my application to the Senatorial Stable fan club.”
Adrian dropped his cigarette and headed inside with a reassuring smug on his face, hidden by his muzzle. BK London was coming back soon, he could feel it in his bones. London was going to want his blood, but Adrian welcomed the impending assault and blood loss. After all, if London was just going to roll over and stay dead and defeated, his plan would’ve been pointless. Oh well, London wasn’t going to be back for a while. Right now, his plate was full with a certain member of the Senatorial Stable who didn’t seem to appreciate Adrian’s kindness…
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 15:59:53 GMT -5
OTA Segment: “Thunderkiss: The End. Act 10 (cont.)" Credit: T-Kiss Last Chapter Recap: Fueled by Laureano’s betrayal, Magog crushes all hopes of victory from the Entourage by quickly taking both XS3 and Dan White out of the equation. Turning his full attention to TK, he goes on a rampage the likes of which the Worldbreaker has never seen. Magog takes him apart with three consecutive heart punches, splintering his rib cage in the process. Breaking his arm to add insult to injury, Magog is prepared to end this once and for all - that is until someone from TK’s past objects. ... .. . Act 10 (continued) “And then I saw her, my angel of death, coming to take me away.” [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: What the hell is this? Social security night?[/glow] Yoko says nothing. She feels absolutely no need to entertain this man. Instead her eyes scan his ever movement waiting for him to take a mistake.[glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: So you are the silent type .. eh? No matter. I’m sorry my dear, I am quite busy at the moment. I’m afraid you’ll have to take your place in line if you want a piece of me. [/glow] And there it is, the move she has been waiting for. Like an overconfident fool, he turns his back on her. Just like the Senator and Thunderkiss, Yoko has also watched on these past few years at this mess called Alpha Championship Wrestling. Once a competitive league full of life and prosperity, it has grown into a shell of its former self. Now all that remains is cowardice and greed, the perfect ingredients to elevate a man such as a Magog. He calls himself unbeatable. She calls him a charlatan. The time is neigh to see who is right. Yoko Satoshi: You’ll have to forgive my rudeness. She hasn’t lost a step. As agile as ever, Yoko flips over the top of the mountain and lands in front of him. With a roaring Cassie in hand, she leans into him and whispers the following message into his ear.Yoko Satoshi: I’m afraid I must insist on cutting in line. Yoko raises Cassie directly up and out from her and Magog steps directly into her whirling blades. VRRRRRRRRRR! [glow=yellow,2,300]Magog: AHHHHH![/glow] Blood spirts out of Magog’s deep chest wound and spills onto the mat like water from a broken water valve. Immediately he is downed to his knees, and after a few more moments, weakness overcomes him and he becomes fully horizontal. Yoko gazes down upon him with a smile to end all others. Soon afterwards, she turns her attention to TK where she nods to him. All Thunderkiss has to do is take one look into Yoko’s eyes to realize what he must do.
His battle to become vertical is one of the toughest challenges he has ever faced in his entire life. His ribs puncture his lungs causing tremendous pain to overcome him. He can no longer feel anything from his arm which is now dangling from his body. He refuses to black out, even as he bends his body down to step between the ropes causing a rib fragment to nearly pierce his heart. As the blood flows into his trachea, he continues to spit it out so that the choking wont slow him down. All of this determination leads him onward to the one place where he can finish it all.Rattlesnake: Thunderkiss is going to the top rope! “Rapid” Rick Edison: Incredible. Absolutely incredible. He begins to scale the ropes causing every jaw to drop in the arena. First the bottom rope and then the middle, all that remains in his way is the top. Placing both feet there, he struggles to maintain his balance but manages to do so. Call it a miracle. Call it fate. Call it anything you want. A man who shouldn’t even be conscious or standing at this very moment has been able travel half the distance of the ring and up one of its’ side on nothing but heart and willpower.
He locks his knees and looks up into the arena lights above him. He knows its time to end it; not just this match specifically. Its been a long ride, one that started from a dream made by a dopy kid who grew up in the barren wastelands of the desert. It had its twists and turns, its up and downs and for the most part, it was one hell of a life. Just a month ago he fading was a fading memory to many. He has now been given an opportunity to go out the way he always wanted to, by "burning up", and he most certainly is going to seize it. Hoping that the journey continues on, there is only one way to find out and he’s ready to make the one way trip none of us can escape. Thunderkiss: This is for you. Thunderkiss leaps off the top rope with a modified ZERO GRAVITY. His size makes it impossible to turn the 180, but the effect is still the same. He drives his body straight into Magog’s, taking them both straight to hell. As he does so, the loose bone fragments finally pierce his heart.
He feels no pain, only a sudden rush of warmness over his body. His eyes see nothing but the blue of the canvas. His ears block out all sounds but one, the sound of Jonny Spade slapping the mat with his hand - three times.ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! KINGDOM COME WINNER: THUNDERKISS! As if they were slaves freed after being in service for decades, the fans explode out of their seats and put forth a celebration that spreads across the entire building. A show of support this large has not been seen like this in ACW for YEARS and now that Magog has fallen it is as if ACW has been reborn. Though it is certainly time to celebrate, all but one man is caught up in this joyous moment, and for good reason...“Rapid” Rick Edison: And at age 55, Thunderkiss ONCE AGAIN becomes ACW World Heavyweight Champion! Can you believe it Snake? Rick looks over at Snake after several seconds of hearing no reply from him. He notices a grave look of concern across the face of his colleague as Snake looks in the direction of Thunderkiss. “Rapid” Rick Edison: Snake? Rattlesnake: I think something is seriously wrong with TK Rick. [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: Has spent years blaming TK for Zero’s death. Just recently he has decided to drop his decades old grudge against TK to help him in his fight against Magog. 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. Until the final act, he was Magog’s closest alley and stable mate. Deciding to no longer live in his shadow, Laureano betrays Magog during his title bout with Thunderkiss. Magog: Current ACW World Champion. Is undefeated and extremely powerful. Matt Irvine (XS3): Manages his son, Cory, in ACW. After his son is hospitalized by Magog, he joins TK’s reformed Entourage to seek revenge upon Magog. 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 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. Yoko Satoshi: Making an appearance during the climax of the TK/Magog match up, Yoko has only one message to deliver to Magog: “Thou shall not worship false gods”. 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 18, 2007 16:01:31 GMT -5
Match 5: Starkweather & Adrian Flamingo vs Hunter and The Senator (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This main event tag team match is scheduled for one fall...
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 when suddenly from behind - Flamingo and Starkweather burst out from behind the curtains and take them down with a clothesline to the back of their head.
Massive boos follow this sneak attack from behind, and Flamingo picks up The Senator before throwing him hard into the steel barricade - dividing the fans from the ringside area. He then follows up with several stomps the chest, delivering blow after blow after blow, before picking him up again and slamming him back first onto the steel ramp.
On the other side of the ring, Hunter is fending off Starkweather - it's Flamingo who joins in on the attack to give the upper hand to the ACW Heavyweight Champion. The pair pummel Hunter down towards the end of the ramp before whipping him hard into the steel steps, sending the top platform flying off a foot or two. The pair now turn their attention back to The Senator, who is struggling to make his way back to his feet. Starkweather dumps The Senator back in the ring, and Flamingo now rolls in. Finally, the bell sounds of the match to be on it's way.
And without any delay, Flamingo covers The Senator. And it's simply elementary from there.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-
But no! The Senator manages to get his shoulder up at the last second which gets a rise out of the crowd and shocks both Flamingo and Starkweather. Flamingo covers him again, and it's another nearfall to the dismay of the tag team duo. Flamingo looks to pick up The Senator now, but Senator breaks free from Flamingo's grip and like a man possesed he goes wild. He begins to deliver blow after blow to the jaw of Flamingo, before getting him on the ropes and whipping him hard across the ring. Flamingo comes off and he is sent flying in the air with a back body drop. He quickly rises back up, only to be taken down with a clothesline, and then another, and then another. It would seem like The Senator has manage to endure all this punishment with this quick rush of adrenaline.
Starkweather attempts to enter the ring to bring a halt to this, but he is sent flying over the top rope to the outside by the International Champion. Now Senator focuses back on Flamingo, who is staggering up to his feet and looks to deliver a Fillibuster - but Flamingo manages to elbow his way out of it. Flamingo kicks The Senator in the abdomen and now bounces off the ropes, looking to connect with The Senator's own finishing manuever - The Partisan Kick but The Senator evades it. Flamingo turns around and the former World Champion takes down Flamingo and begins to lock in the Victory Lock III. He has it locked in, and it looks like Flamingo could tap at any minute - but the World Champion slithers into the ring with some bad intentions on his mind. But before he can make it - Flamingo taps out.
The bell rings.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, Hunter and The Sen-
The bell rings once more.
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Post by BK London on Oct 18, 2007 16:02:02 GMT -5
As the music plays over the arena's PA system, the Senator wobbles to his feet after a hard-fought match. Hunter is on the outside, rising slowly to one knee whilst shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, and Phillips uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet before backing up toward the middle of the ring. The crowd's vocalizations quickly turn to boos as Starkweather rolls into the ring from the opposite side of Hunter, walking up behind the Senator wielding a black folding chair, using the leading edge of it to ram into his spine. The music cuts off, Hunter looking up in confusion to see the attack take place, Starkweather methodically placing himself between the Senator and his partner, Adrian Flamingo grabbing Hunter around his legs and keeping him from assisting his stablemate while Stark drags the writhing politician to his feet and places the edge of the seat's backrest against his throat before shoving him forward to drive the black metal into the man's windpipe.
The crowd's cries of anger and the womens' shrieks of dismay reach the camera's microphone as the Senator flops to the side. Hunter simply looks on at this in terror, and soon enough Flamingo lets him go, knowing full well that he will not move. Starkweather grabs his title belt and a microphone, and then places his boot on the Senator's head, pressing down ever so slightly. Hunter continues to stare blankly, kneeling on the outside, his chest balanced on the edge of the ring. Flamingo meets up with his stablemate in the center of the ring, and the grin on the good doctor's face is one of superiority. Stark: Do I have your attention now, Hunter?
The crowd's murmur is indication enough of their realization as to what Starkweather was asking if he had in recent weeks. Hunter has no words for him, but his answer is clear. Stark drops the mic by the Senator's side, and then both he and Flamingo roll out of the ring, marching up the ramp as Hunter looks on. No matter how much hate fills him, no matter how priceless Starkweather knows his reaction is, the good doctor does not turn around to face him. He has had enough fun for one night. Fade to Black End of Show
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