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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:33:20 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown November 1st 2007
Schedule of Matches: -----------------------------------------
Double Dutch Match Rena Matheson vs Josh The Jersey Boy
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No DQ Triple Threat Match DiaVolo vs Jon Taylor vs Andrew Williams
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G-Unit One Time Return Match Gooey Garth and Jonny Spade vs Jonny Hughes and Ricky Falcon
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Fallout Revival Triple Threat Match Daniel Ness vs Anthony Kalb vs Skurai
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15 Minute No DQ Ultimate Submission Match The Senator vs The Macho Man RDK
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:35:13 GMT -5
Segment: Beneath Perdition, Or: The November PPV (But That's Not the Name) (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, the lights slowly begin to dim, and the fans begin to cheer loudly, hoping for anything at all to spice up their night. But when they hear the familiar notes of a particular entrance theme, they realize that "anything" may be pushing it.
...and Hell followed with him...
The fans instantly erupt into boos as they hear this and then proceed to make their boos even louder when Hunter physically appears on the stage. But he does not care, for he is too busy wiping his ACW World Championship, which carefully rests on his shoulder. He polishes it slightly with his sleeve before continuing down the ramp and rolling into the ring, hanging up the title on the ropes and grabbing a microphone from a stage hand. He waits for the audience to quiet down, and then begins.
Hunter: What's up, bitches?
The fans boo him again, but Hunter scoffs.
Hunter: Come on, THAT gets a reaction? Jesus, I might as well say that all of your mothers are whores.
This gets a few boos as well, which leads to more scoffs.
Hunter: Well either way, I'm out here to address a few random notes of interest. For starters, tonight, I am not booked.
The fans cheer.
Hunter: Oh come on, like you wouldn't have wanted me to be booked against some random idiot who could beat me for the title. Or possibly beat me, rather. No one actually can. Hell, that might be why I'm not booked. Rena couldn't think of anyone who could beat me, and Sennie sure as shit knows that no one can!
The fans boo loudly yet again, but Hunter ignores them.
Hunter: Which brings me to my second point: our esteemed Chairman has given me the option of picking who my opponent for this upcoming PPV will be. Problem is, I can't think of anyone. Why? Because I've beaten everyone worth beating, and the rest of them don't deserve to be in the same ring as I do. So why don't I just wrestle someone I know I can beat, you ask? Well...I don't know, actually, that's not half bad of an idea. But you'd all be pissed, wouldn't you?
The fans boo.
Hunter: I...actually don't know what that means. Oh well, I'm out, later.
He turns to go, but then stops. He silently unhooks his title belt and throws it over onto his shoulder.
Hunter: Which reminds me. That's not the only choice I've gotten to make recently. Last I checked, I get to name the next PPV, the one that's in less than a few weeks. And I'm rather certain that I've chosen the name. Interested?
The fans begin to cheer loudly, and Hunter smirks.
Hunter: NOW you cheer, of course. Well, I got to thinking, there's been a certain title that's been thrown around a lot recently. There have been awards to attempt to crown such a title, and there have been polls to do the same. Yet no one can agree to it. Me? I'm going to make it a fact, because I prove this title for any show I'm a part of. You're confused, I'm certain. Well, let this video package explain it...
The lights darken, and Hunter already begins to leave the ring and walk up the ramp. The Alphatron flickers on, and a black screen is shown, atop which read a few simple words are shown:
November 24th, 2007 ACW Presents:
There is a brief pause, and a few moments after Hunter disappears before the curtain, three more words appear below this title. Or rather, sentences. Or rather, sentence fragments. But either way, it leaves little to the imagination.
Best. PPV. Ever.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:36:40 GMT -5
Segment: Homesick? (credit: Jonny Hughes)
ACW fades from its last scene to a local gymnasium, it is after hours and the building is practically deserted with the exception of a cleaning lady, whose vacuum cleaner can be heard in the distance, this noise is accompanied by the sound of steel weights clinking as they are lifted, the camera closes in on this sound to find Jonny Hughes sat at the machine working out his leg muscles, he performs a few more repetitions before resetting the weight and walking away from the machine, he grabs his Union Jack towel and dabs his forehead before cleaning down the apparatus he just used, he casually slings the towel over his shoulder and walks to the locker room, he arrives in the locker room and starts stuffing some of his clothes into his sports bag, he grabs his water bottle and takes a large drink before sitting down on the bench. He puts the cap back on his bottle and sets it beside him before looking into the lens of the camera.
Hughes: I was in this exact room a few days ago when I was asked an intriguing question by my tag team partner Ricky Falcon. He asked me if I missed living in the United Kingdom, he asked me if I ever got homesick and that got me to thinking. Do I prefer living here? Or do I prefer living back home?
Hughes grabs the Union Jack towel and unfolds it before draping it over his shoulders.
Hughes: I have to say, there are some great benefits of living here. The economy is in such a state that I can live here comfortably for a very low cost. The wrestling scene over here is much better than that in the UK, primarily because you can wrestle over here. And it’s hot over here, hot as hell compared to Newcastle.
Hughes drifts off when he mentions Newcastle and starts running the corner of the Union Jack towel through his fingers, his eyes move away from the camera and he looks lost in his thoughts.
Hughes: I love my country. And there are a lot of things I miss about home, I miss the small towns, I miss my beloved Newcastle United, I miss my family, I miss the traditional Sunday Roast and I miss the feel of English soil beneath my feet. But I do not miss the unforgiving opinions that the commoners had for me as a wrestler. I do not miss the cold, harsh winds that blow across the country and I certainly do not miss the relentless rain that falls for approximately 200 days each year.
Hughes slowly pulls the towel over his shoulder and throws it behind him.
Hughes: When I realised this I came to the conclusion that I do not get homesick, because I have a new home. The Senatorial Stable is my home, I have the support of my new family to guide me through my ACW career. I have friends to help me achieve my goals and to help me realise my dream. The Senatorial Stable will help me get to where I want to be in this business and I am indebted to them. So I am swearing that I will give my mind, body and soul to the cause. I am swearing that I will do anything within my power to uphold this allegiance. I will bleed for this cause. You can have my word on that.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:37:51 GMT -5
Segment: Just a usual day at an airport Credit: Jon Taylor
The date of this particular day is 8th November 2007. It is the morning, and today as always is the day of Thursday Night Meltdown. On the back of one of the most intriguing Monday Night Warfares in the history of ACW it is sure to be an interesting night. The setting is a small local airport not far from where ACW is based, ACW superstar Jon Taylor can be standing at a customer help desk. Taylor is wearing a white t-shirt with the text "Mr. Wrestling" on, blue jeans and a black jacket. He seems to be concerned and agitated. A smartly dressed women emerges, she is wearing a pinstriped suit and seems to be one of the higher up employees. She approaches Jon Taylor.
Michelle Ryan | Customer Help Manager
Hello sir, a colleague of mine has informed me that some of your belongings have gone missing? Can you please describe your belongings to make it easier for us to locate it?
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
It is a blue sports bag about this size [Taylor motions with his hands the size of the bag]. It contains my wrestling attire for this evening's ACW show, it is essential that it is located as quickly as possible.
Taylor seems to be worried about where his bag has got to and seems anxious to have it returned.
Michelle Ryan | Customer Help Manager
One moment please sir.
Ryan logs on to the computer on the desk. It appears as though she is using some sort of program on the computer to try and track the bag.
Michelle Ryan | Customer Help Manager
I can confirm your bag was put on the flight, and it should have come out with all of the baggage. It could be possible that your bag was sent to the wrong part of the airport by accident. Please give me a moment to phone my colleagues.
Ryan goes back to the back; she can be heard picking up the phone obviously to contact her colleagues. Taylor is clearly not happy about the situation and is growing impatient about this hold up. Not far from him a child who looks to be about 14 years old and is wearing one of Taylor's merchandise t-shirts can be seen looking at Taylor, Taylor looks over but the child immediately turns away and goes back to his mother. The mother asks the child what's the matter, seeing that the child is too shy to confront him Taylor goes over to the child and his Mother. They have a brief conversation as the child's plane is not long from take off, before leaving Taylor makes sure to autograph the child's shirt at his request. As Taylor returns to the help desk Ryan can be seen emerging from the back again.
Michelle Ryan | Customer Help Manager
Sorry sir but after having contacting my colleagues your bag still hasn't been located. I am afraid it could be up to 48 hours before we find the bag as there are a variety of places it could be.
Taylor seems to be getting angry now, and looks to be very annoyed by this latest news.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
I am sorry but that is just simply not good enough. It is essential that I have my attire today, tonight I have one of the biggest matches in my ACW career and without my attire I will be unable perform. I am sure you understand why I cannot leave without my attire as I will not only let myself down but the fans also. Now, please could you try to find my belongings so I may make my way to the arena and start the preparation for one of the biggest matches of my career?
Taylor sarcastically smiles, he is clearly ticked off. The manager looks to be very uncomfortable and rushes to the back to try and sort the mess out. Suddenly a man who is about 240 lbs and 5"7 can be seen running around the corner, he is huffing and puffing and runs to the customer help desk. He approaches Jon Taylor and he has Taylor's sports bag in his right hand.
Don Morris | Airport official
Excuse me sir, but I believe this is yours [Morris hands the bag over to Taylor who gladly takes it]. I am very sorry for this inconvenience we have caused you and as a result I have been instructed to inform you that the next time you fly with us it will be for free.
Taylor quietly whispers to himself "If there is a next time". Ryan comes back to desk and is told that Taylor now has his bag back.
Michelle Ryan | Customer Help Manager
Sir, I cannot say how sorry I am for causing such an inconvenience to you on such an important today, I can assure you that this will never happen again. I hope you can accept my sincerest apologies, and may I wish you good luck in your match later on tonight.
Taylor seems to be a bit happier and calmer now that his bag has been returned.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
The main thing is that I now have my belongings returned; I appreciate your help and thank you. I hope in the future my experiences of JacksonAir will be better. Goodbye.
Taylor immediately makes his way to the exit and gets into a taxi which drives him to the ACW arena.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:38:39 GMT -5
OTA Retro Segment: “The Evil Inside” Credit: A-Kay & T-Kiss LAST MONDAY SOMEPLACE SOMETIME [He knows not where he is. He knows not what time it is. In just a few seconds, he’ll not even know who he is. Thunderkiss, hooked against a wall with huge, metal chains, struggles to break free but even the will of the Worldbreaker cannot budge them. In front of him stands something who perhaps once passed as human, but is now twisted by metal, body, mind and soul. One of the few true cenobites, whose rigid fingernail now runs down his chest.] Thunderkiss: Get your fucking hands off me!Ignoring’s TK’s snarl, the cenobite muses, and then senses something out of the range of human senses. He bows very low as another, much larger figure materializes out of the invisible static detritus which constantly coats the human world.Cenobite: My Liege, we appear to have a small matter requiring your attention. Thunderkiss: Somebody took a big shit on your face, that’s what your problem is pal!The Hierophant regards TK with a look as sharp as any dagger.Hierophant: Silence him. Cenobite: Yes, my leige. [The Cenobite rams his forefinger into TK’s head, separating the skin and jamming it right into his brain. TK’s body instantly goes into convolutions, his eyes roll into the back of his head.] Hierophant: Very well. Speak. Cenobite: This one’s soul. It has already been ... corrupted. A flicker of mild interest from the Lord of the Gash.Hierophant: By whom? Cenobite: It’s hiding, but there is no disguising the stench of the Lord of the Flies. Hierophant: Hmm. Interesting that they would bother with a mortal fool such as this. That said, he does have crude attractions, of a sort. Take it out. Cenobite: But my leige - Hierophant: I have no interest in expanding this war to my own disadvantage. Remove it, now. [The cenobite waves his hand in an almost hypnotic matter in front of TK’s body. This trance gives way to a snapping of his wrist as his hand goes straight into TK’s chest.] Thunderkiss: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH![Wrapping his fingers tight around something, he begins to pull. Tug after tug, the yanking continues on until a black substance, almost tarry in nature, begins to extract itself from TK’s skin. From this substance forms a head, then a mouth and then a body. Wiggling around in the cenobite’s hand like a worm on a hook is a demon, eyes as red as hell’s inferno, skin as black as coal. What is most notable about it, however, is the fact that it has six limbs, stubby, insect-like wings, and those crimson eyes are compound in nature. ] Demon: *hissing*: [glow=red,2,300]Who daressss take me from him me?[/glow] Hierophant: That would be I. [Hierphant steps closer to the demon. The eyes of the creature grow a brighter shade of red and its mouth widens revealing a long tongue covered in saliva that begins to drip a moist, acid puddle on the floor.] Demon *hissing*: [glow=red,2,300]An outworlder? What bussssinessss do you have with him? Thissss one belongssss to me.[/glow] The demon’s obliviousness to his situation causes a cold, humorless smile to cross the Hierophant’s face. It must have been embedded well before his ascension, or it would at this moment be begging desperately for its miserable life.Hierophant: ALL belongs to me now, little weevil. Your claims are less than worthless. Demon *hissing*: [glow=red,2,300]You have no ideaaaa whom you’re dealing withhhh.[/glow] The sheer blind idiocy of the statement makes the Hierophant smirk. He gets very close to the creature; it slashes at him, strikes metal, and pulls its insect-like appendage back.Hierphant: Oh, I believe I do. And in just a small amount of time your Master’s house will be wiped from existence, as will the remainder of the Seven. He turns to the subordinate cenobite.Hierophant: Dispose of it. I have little enough time as it is, the Smouldering Count does not like to be kept waiting. Demon *hissing*: [glow=red,2,300]No!![/glow] [The Hierophant nods and his cenobite officer begins to carry away the demon. Its shrieking howl pierces the air like a hot knife and can be heard for the next several minutes. Meanwhile, all alone with Thunderkiss, the Hierphant runs his fingers down the arms of his new prize, causing barbed wire to sprout from his skin in bulky patches.] Hierphant: Yes, you will be most satisfactory... [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:41:11 GMT -5
Match 1: Rena Matheson vs Josh The Jersey Boy – Double Dutch Match (Credit: Senator)
This match, booked specifically by Rena herself, after the Echo/Rena match proposal fell through, was a first time for these stipulations in ACW. JJB decided to use his superior power early on, awkwardly scoop slamming Rena, and hitting a rear facelock backbreaker. Rena, however, was not going to go quietly into the night, and retaliated, using the ropes to full effect, throwing her opponent out of the ring, walking over to the corner, and with her arms on either side, Rena sent JJB flying into the turnbuckle post on the outside. This seemed to backfire, after a few times, as JJB returned the favor, pulling Rena into the turnbuckle pads. Rena, never one to easily give up, ascended to the top, and dove off with a double axe handle, sending both competitors sprawling to the outside.
Outside the ring, the fight got quite heated, with JJB flying into a rage, unleashing a flurry of hook punches to the body, and throwing Rena straight into the crowd. The audience was quite appreciative of ACW’s original beauty landing in their midst, and ended up giving the Jersey Boy a rain of alcohol that resulted in the inept security tossing out about ten people, several of which were not even in the general vicinity(one of which had a “WWE Gam3r4lyfe sign…)
Eventually, the mess was sorted out, and the wrestlers re-entered the ring. JJB allowed Rena to follow him in, before hitting a running rope assisted STO, getting a close two count. The Jersey Boy lifted Rena up, placing her on the top rope, but she retaliated with a slap to the face, and leaping off, crossed both ropes around his neck, falling to the mat. JJB fought valiantly, but the usually-illegal rope choke was too much, and Cliff Mortimer called for the bell, giving Rena a long awaited victory.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:42:46 GMT -5
Segment: Another day, another interview. Credit: Jon Taylor
Thursday Night Meltdown has just gone live on air, the crowd can be heard even backstage and the show looks set to be an interesting one. Many of the wrestlers can be seen chilling backstage regardless of whether they have a match tonight or not. Today has been something of a hellacious day for Jon Taylor, after catching a flight to the local airport he was held up as his baggage went missing and then the taxi he was taking to get to the ACW arena suffered a punctured tyre meaning that Taylor had to wait for another taxi to show up as there were no spares. Taylor finally makes into the ACW arena just as Meltdown goes on air, he immediately makes his way to his locker room to prepare himself for his match later on that night. He quickly changes into his wrestling attire and then sits down and begins to watch videos of his opponents who he will face later on in the night in order to prepare himself properly. About 10 minutes pass when there is a loud knock at the door; Taylor turns off the TV and then goes to the door. He opens the door and standing in front of him are ACW Interviewer Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson and a camera man, Taylor takes a step back before confronting Anderson.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Look, I have only just got here, and I really don't have any time to be interviewed. I have had a terrible day, I would appreciate it if we could reschedule this interview for next week, as I would like to prepare for my match which is later on tonight.
As always Anderson seems to ignore what Taylor says, Anderson clears his throat before responding.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
I'm glad you have got that out of the way, so we can start the intervie-
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Do you ever listen? I said I would appreciate it if we rescheduled the interview as I would like to utilize what little time I have left to prepare for my big match tonight.
Taylor seems to be annoyed that Anderson is ignoring what he says.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
I am sorry kid, but I have been instructed by management to carry out this interview regardless...maybe you should of got here a bit quicker? Now, can we begin...because unlike you I don't have all day to waste?
Taylor decides it is best not to argue with Anderson, as it would be comparable to arguing with a brick wall. After a moment or two he decides it would be best to do the interview.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
[Sigh] If it is going to get rid of you then fine...i'll do the damn interview. But keep it short as I don't have long until my match, ok?
Anderson seems to only hear the words "fine i'll do the damn interview" and immediately asks his first question.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Is there anyone you are scared of here in ACW?
Taylor is puzzled that Anderson would ask this question, but replies regardless.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
No. There may be people who I might be slightly weary of, but there is no one I am scared of. Why should I be scared? If you go down to the ring scared of your opponent then I can guarantee that they will win. I don't care whether my opponent is 6"5 or 5"5, I don't care if they are 500 lbs or 150 lbs I can tell you that I will still always go down to that ring with the mindset - that I am going to win. I have no time for negativity, if you are going to be negative you may as well lie down on the ring mat and let your opponent pin you 1-2-3. I am not afraid anyone, no one intimidates me - and from what i've said and done since my arrival here in ACW I think you already know that Jon Taylor will NEVER back down from a challenge.
Anderson thinks for a moment or two before asking his second question.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Do you respect the veterans? From what i've been hearing backstage you have been repeatedly been requesting to face some of the veterans...may I ask why?
Taylor is caught off guard by this strange question.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Erm...I think it is pretty much self explanatory why I want to get into the ring with some of the veterans. Of course I respect them; I respect everyone on the roster...even if they don't feel I deserve their respect. In regards to why I want to face some of the veterans..I just feel that it would be a great challenge for me; i'd especially like to face off against Steve "Senator" Phillips of the Senatorial Stable. I feel that we both have quite similar styles and that will be a fantastic opportunity to put on one of the matches of my career. If you were in my position would you aim low? Or like myself would you aim high in order to see if you have what it takes to succeed at the highest level? I'd say that question pretty much answers itself.
Anderson doesn't seem to actually be taking any notice of Taylor's replies, and looks ready to ask his next question. Taylor seems to be slightly uncomfortable being interviewed by Anderson and he looks to be keen to get it over and done with.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Tonight you have a tough no disqualification triple threat match against DiaVolo and Andrew Williams...how do you rate your chances?
Taylor thinks for a few seconds before replying.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
As always I will be going into the match thinking 100% that I will be leaving the ring with a victory. As I have mentioned previously, Jon Taylor doesn't do negativity. It should be a great match-up nonetheless as all 3 of us have unique styles and it would be interesting to see what happens. It will be a touch match I am sure, but regardless of the stipulation I am confident that I can utilize my technical strengths and pick up another victory and continue my winning streak. I think this may be my toughest match yet, as not only will I be leaving my comfort zone by participating in a no disqualification match but it will also be a triple threat that I will have to constantly watch my back so I am not surprise attacked. Needless to say I will put a 110% effort in as always, and despite my lack of preparation [Taylor glares at Anderson] I am confident I will have the little bit extra that will allow me to pin either DiaVolo or Andrew Williams to win the match.
Almost like a robot Anderson looks ready to ask his final question immediately as Taylor finishes his sentence. From the look on Taylor's face it is clear that he is relieved that the interview is almost at an end.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Since debuting in ACW you have shown to be a somewhat impressive wrestler, what does the future hold for Jon Taylor?
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Unfortunately, Kevin I do not have the ability to predict the future. However, I would like to think that I will continue winning each week and picking up victories against different opponents. I am pleased with my progress so far, and I have to say that I think I have improved greatly in the short time that I have been here, and I can only say that I hope that I continue down this pathway. I really have no preference in what I do next here in ACW; I only hope that I will have the chance to compete against someone who is the same calibre as "Senator" Steve Phillips if Steve is unwilling to have a match with me.
Taylor seems to be happy that the interview is over as does Anderson.
Kevin Anderson | ACW Interviewer
Thank you for the interview, goodbye.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Goodbye.
Anderson and the camera ran both exit the room and go off to interview another wrestler no doubt. Taylor returns back to watching videos of his opponents in an attempt to prepare himself for his match with what little time he has left.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:43:56 GMT -5
Segment: Interview with the Masters (Credit: Shikari)
Backstage John Kidman and Shikari are talking to Kevin "The Scoop" Anderson. Kevin is visibly cautious of Shikari but decides to do his job, eventually.
The Scoop: Erm, hello Mr Kidman and, err....
JK: Shikari you Pratt.
The Scoop: Yes, Shik, Shikey? Shikarghey?
JK: SHIKARI YOU FOOL!
Kidman glares at Kevin.
The Scoop: Yes, I know that. So John, how are you?
JK: Well I'm happy that me and Shikari can continue are rampage. I'm unhappy that I am being interviewed by such an idiot.
Kevin laughs but stops when he notices Shikari moving forward and John not even smiling.
JK: Now you listen Mr Scoop, I am now in charge around here. Not officially obviously but if you get in my way, Shikari will let you meet his sledge hammer.
The Scoop: Oh, well ok. But may I ask what you are going to do next?
JK: Well, me and Shikari are going to hammer it into this federation that we are the best. Stay our our way. Stay out of the title picture. Lay down and get pinned. Give Shikari the belt. End the suspense, just get it out the way. Now thats out the way, I want a new opponent.
Shikari walks off screen and comes back with the collage of all ACW stars. Simbas face is noticeably shaded out with red pen and the words 'taken out' are written over his face.
JK: THIS is our hit list. Shikari can take everybody on here out, and will. Don't hide your fear, the monster, is, here.
The English Hunter bellows out and The Scoop dives away as Shikari head buts the back wall. John smiles and ends with.
JK: Thank you, this is an announcement from your master.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:46:02 GMT -5
Match 2: DiaVolo vs Jon Taylor vs Andrew Williams - No DQ Triple Threat Match (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. NO DISQUALIFICATION TRIPLE THREAT MATCH ..::MELTDOWN::..
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“The Golden Tiger” Andrew Williams (c) Age: 21 Height: 6'1" Weight: 220 lbs. Hometown: Orange County, California
“The Immaculate Warrior” DiaVolo Age: 26 Height: 6'2" Weight: 245 lbs. Hometown: ?
Jon Taylor Age: 30 Height: 6'2" Weight: 238 lbs. Hometown: Louisville, Kentucky The lights dim as the synth pad kicks in, plunging the arena into darkness. Green laser lights circle the audience slowly in time with the noise of the synth, slowly picking up speed as the instrumental builds. Then as the guitar kicks in the lights flash in time, then flash red and green simultaneously as the clapping occurs. Immediately after, as the lead singer screams the opening words, the arena light come back on to reveal Andrew Williams, complete with Golden Tiger mask, with his arms spread. Mr. Kaito slowly walks out behind him.
As Williams makes his way to the ring he slaps hands with nearby fans as Kaito gives him a motivational speech. He sprints quickly up the steps and vaults over the top rope, landing on the middle ropes in the corner. Williams raises his arms above his head before slowly removing his mask and handing it to Mr. Kaito. He then steps through the ropes, which he repeatedly runs between before rolling his shoulders in preparation of the start of the match.
The lights go off and strobe lights fill the arena. The music continues to play as Raven walks out carrying the bag DiaVolo had before and then DiaVolo burst onto the ramp and slides through her legs. She holds his arm and the two walk down the ramp slapping hands with all the eager fans and even sign a few autographs. He jumps up on the apron and grabs the top rope, flipping himself into the ring. He turns and holds the bottom rope up so Raven can walk through and when he turns and walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up, the fans cover him in cheers. He hops down as the lights go back on and he escorts Raven to ring side who only leaves after he gives her a kiss.
“Numb” by Linkin Park hits the sound system and out comes Jon Taylor! He walks to the ring and soon joins our three competitors. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Mr. Wrestling and the Golden Tiger are the first to meet up in the in the middle of the ring and it’s the Entertainment Champion with a handshake to get this match started! However, as both men exchanged pleasantries in the middle of the ring, DiaVolo comes out of nowhere and sends both down with a running double clothesline! DiaVolo does his best to keep both men down with quick strikes but he soon gets overwhelmed! Williams goes high with a HANGETSU and Taylor goes low with a drop toe hold and DiaVolo gets ROCKED! Raven screams out in a panic on the outside hoping that her man can quickly recover from that! Meanwhile Williams and Taylor once again go at it and they grapple towards the middle of the ring. Williams then shoots forward with a big head butt and stuns Taylor, long enough for him to pull of a quick SHINING YAKUZA KICK! Taylor crumples onto the mat and Williams covers, only to receive a 2 count! MATCH MIDPOINT: Williams has DiaVolo sitting down on the mat and goes to hit the ropes for a big time KAITO KNEE STRIKE, but from outside Taylor pulls down the top rope! This causes Williams to go crashing over and down to the outside, back first! Once there, Taylor begins to put the boots into Williams and quickly picks him up and whips him into the nearby guardrail. Williams staggers off of them and then nails Taylor with a big right handed strike. While both men continue to blast one another, DiaVolo has managed to pick himself up off the canvas and is now observing what is going on on the outside! He hits the opposite ropes and then comes barreling towards both his competitors with a Moonsault! He flips over the top rope and goes crashing down on both Williams and Taylor, causing the crowd to explode right out of their seats! DiaVolo reaches for the nearest opponent, which happens to be Taylor, and lifts him up onto his feet! He then drops a shoulder and sends him back first into the ring with a big time shoulder block! MATCH ENDING: DiaVolo slaps a T.A.P onto Taylor and puts himself into position for the victory! However, Mr. Wrestling has other plans! He shoots himself off the ropes and nails DiaVolo in the back with a diving dropkick! The impact causes DiaVolo to break his hold but the damage has already been done to Williams! The Golden Tiger lay prone on the mat withering in pain, trying his best to get a 2nd wind! Meanwhile, Mr. Wrestling picks DiaVolo up and gives him a quick German suplex, snapping him hard in the process! DiaVolo does his best to roll out of the ring for recovery time, but Taylor has other plans! He once again lifts DiaVolo up onto his feet and lifts him up into a suplex position! He then launches off with a TAYLOR DRIVER and perfectly nails it! He takes one look at Williams before leaping onto DiaVolo for the cover! Unfortunately for the Entertainment Champion, he is to incapacitated to do anything about it! The referee leans down and does his job! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! METLDOWN WINNER: JON TAYLOR
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:47:27 GMT -5
Segment “Red Eye” Credit: T-Kiss
[Home sweet home. After nearly a week in the hospital, Thunderkiss is finally free as a bird and wow, does it feel great. Well, all except that small detail of no longer having a left eye, but besides that, life could not be better. Today he sits with a man who certainly has supported him throughout this entire ordeal - William Charles Wilcox. Now that things are a little bit more settled, its time to get back to business. With W.C.W on one end of the couch and TK on the other, they do exactly that.]
W.C.W: We need to discuss your image Teeks. Obviously, from here on out any images bearing your face need to be carefully edited.
Thunderkiss: Terrific. You’re telling me the girls wont fawn over one eyed Willy?!
[Wilcox barely manages to stifle his laughter. TK seems a bit annoyed but doesn’t pursue the issue.]
W.C.W.: The way I look at it Kiss, we have two options. The first would be an eyepatch. Its simple, yet effective. Plus, it look’s pretty bad ass to the 15-30 demographic.
Thunderkiss: Yeah, but then I have to endure endless “pirate” jokes. The second?
W.C.W.: Glass eye. Now, they look kinda fake, especially when you roll your eyes around but for still shots no one will be able to tell.
Thunderkiss: Lets do it.
[Wilcox takes out his PDA and begins to scribble down some notes. Before he gets too far, TK puts his hand out to make a stopping gesture and follows it up with - ]
Thunderkiss: However, I want it to be unique.
W.C.W.: Unique?
Thunderkiss: I want something that represents me. In this day of body imagery and vanity, everyone has something to call their own. This curse can also be a blessing. I want my eyeball to say something about me.
[He pauses and thinks. It takes but a moment, but within that short amount of time he makes a decision that will forever be remembered in Thunderkiss lore.]
Thunderkiss: I want it to glow bright red. Red to represent the hell AK has unleashed unto ACW. Whenever the lights darken before my arrival, I want my opponent to first witness a red beacon that signifies their death.
W.C.W.: Dramatic much?
Thunderkiss: You’re just jealous because I’m doing your job for you. Keep this up Willy, and I may have to reevaluate that paycheck I give you every month.
[TK returns the favor and cracks a joke that is meant to be a friendly jab, but also manages to cut deep. Irritated, Wilcox also brushes his feelings aside.]
W.C.W. *rolling eyes*: Yeah, yeah, yeah. You want a terminator eye? Fine, you shall have your terminator eye.
[Wilcox watches TK rise from his seat, assuming business is over. “Oh, if only it was,” he thinks to himself. What’s coming next is something he wishes to avoid, but it’s a subject that he dare not ignore. With a crack in his voice, he calls for TK to stop.]
W.C.W.: Uh Kiss, one last thing.
[Thunderkiss turns his head to his agent, his ears perked up]
W.C.W.: I’ve been talking to your trainers and they’ve informed me that you are having some trouble with your depth perception.
[Instantly the Worldbreaker’s mood changes from sweet to sour. He knows where Wilcox is going with this and he’ll have none of it. Wilcox notices the change in attitude right away, but he feels obligated to continue, for TK’s sake and his own ($$$).]
W.C.W.: I just want you to know we don’t have to rush into anything here. Perhaps November 15th is too soon. Maybe we can change the date to -
Thunderkiss *interrupting/shouting*: Look! Bitch took my eyeball! Don’t sit there and tell me if I’m ready or not, because let me tell you something brother, I am MORE than ready.
W.C.W.: Kiss, it was just a suggestion.
Thunderkiss: Well then, keep your suggestions to yourself!
[TK removes himself from Wilcox’s sight as his anger takes him far beyond the room’s door to. Slamming it shut behind him, he makes sure Wilcox doesn’t follow. In response, Wilcox can only nod his head back in forth in disappointment.]
W.C.W.: *Sigh*
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:48:26 GMT -5
Segment: Unexplained Memories (Credit: AK, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen walking down the corridoors of the ACW Arena, dressed in his warmup attire, with a look on his face that can only be described as an even cross between philosophical, and confused. As he rounds the corner, however, that look immediately dissipates, as he nearly runs into none other than Alicia Kitsune. She, oddly enough, appears to be wandering the halls carrying a plate of freshly made chips. (Those of you in the US would call them “fries”, except that these are proper sticks of potato goodness, not those anemic things you lot seem to like.)
The Senator takes a step backward and rubs his head, as if trying to clear some impediment to his clear vision.
The Senator: Funny, running into you here, Alicia!
AK: Oh? Why might that be?
Senator: I have had the most bizarre sets of dreams in my life over these last few days, and you seem to play an important role in all of them.
For just a second, Alicia looks amused. That vanishes almost immediately, though, to be replaced by a slight blush and look of concern.
AK: Well, er, don’t take this the wrong way, but don’t say you’re...
Senator: Oh no, do not take that from my comments, I know that after being stalked by the one-eyed-wonder, you might have such suspicions....
They both laugh a little. Alicia picks up a chip and gestures with it thoughtfully.
AK: I did have to ask you a question, as strange as it may seem. Why is it that you didn't book me on the card?
Senator: Oh, you know how compromises always end up, each side is mutually and equally displeased with the results.
Alicia nods.
AK: True...good seeing you, though, and I wanted you to know that I'm cheering for you to break that International Title record.
Senator: Have no fear, while I do not take it for granted, I will pull that particular goal off! Give Latino my regards, you two know that if you ever need a helping hand, my Stable and I will be there.
AK: I don’t doubt it, and I most certainly appreciate that, we both do. Well, catch you later.
Mrs. Laureano begins to walk off, but is stopped after a few seconds by a question from down the hall.
Senator: Just out of interest… why the grazing? You’re normally the healthy type.
Alicia shrugs, and smiles.
Alicia: Oh, sometimes I just have these little hedonistic moments.
The Senator nods in agreement.
Senator: Well, we all… we all do have a devilish side, so to say, I suppose.
He nods again and turns, missing the knowing smile which Alicia gives him before she rounds the corner, leaving the Senator once again lost in thought as she goes in the opposite direction.
Senator(under his breath): There is something different here that I did not catch...ah, that would be it...what a strange ring AK's wearing...hmm, might be worth investigating where that came from...nah, I hardly have the time.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:49:17 GMT -5
Retro Segment: Bipartisan Bickering (Credit: Rena, Senator)
**From the prior Tuesday, a little before Noon, ACW Time**
As the scene opens, Senator Steve Phillips and Rena Matheson are seen standing in Chairman Gingerdude's office, with the ACW Chairman writing down notes.
Chairman Gingerdude: You both know that I'm just here to observe. I can't interfere in the booking, although I'm sure you'll make me wish I could.
The Senator: Pff, I think we shall handle things nicely enough, is that right, Rena?
Rena: Of course, Steven, so long as you use my proposed card...
Chairman Gingerdude: Now here, I CAN interfere. You wanted a match with Echo. Not gonna happen. She's not avaliable for next Thursday...or past that, I have the letter of resignation, although it came through Alicia Kitsune, for some reason.
Senator: Hmm...sounds like a point of inquiry, shame, though, since I always thought she had a ton of potential. Anyway, back to the card. Rena, speaking of AK, you do know that your match you want to put her and Hunter in would be rather difficult, even for a pay per view, right?
Rena: I don't care about money, hell, it's not mine to spend!
Senator: Tell me about it...
Rena: Hey! I resent that! But I do think that match would be great.
Senator: And Hunter let me know he is not competing.
Rena: So? Make him.
Senator: No, not going to do that.
Rena: Why not, Steven? I know you have no problem doing that sort of thing.
Senator: I already told you, no! Anyway, I also have to nix the Yoko/Starkweather match, for we have not seen sight of either indivudual around these parts for a good week or so, and I have it on good authority that Yoko is not in the condition to compete.
Rena: Spoilsport, you're ruining all my fun matches.
Senator: And also, the main event, make it fifteen minutes, as much as I would love to take it to thirty, that will not be feasable, given the time we have to work with.
Rena: Aww, is Stevie getting too old to last that long?
Senator: Rena, you had best be one to talk!
Rena: Oh please. So I can't book Echo? Hmm...I know! I'll face Josh the Jersey Boy!
Senator: Interesting to say the least. And Ginger, you have the contact info for Gooey and RDK?
Gingerdude: Yes, I do. They can make it, I already checked on that.
Senator: I will commend you for that call, Rena, that is one main event that I will be honored to compete in, and I never thought of bringing RDK back on such short notice...but knowing him, he shall be well ready for the match.
Rena: See, I CAN do things right!
Senator: If you restrain from draining everyone's pocketbooks, first...
Rena: Oh, come on, I didn't spend that much!
Ginger: If you're going to quabble over personal issues, and are done, I would like my office back.
Senator: You know, Mr. Chairman, I was thinking the exact same thing...I WOULD like to get out of this cramped room.
Rena: Later, Gingey!
Both Phillips and Matheson start to walk away, and as the camera fades out, Gingerdude looks on with obvious relief etched in his face, clearly glad to have cleared the nusiance from his office, while the Senator continues to "lecture" Rena on the finer points of fiscal policy...
Senator: Now then, about that...that bag collection...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:50:55 GMT -5
Another Hype Segment (credit: Jonny Hughes)
ACW cuts to the backstage interview area, stood by are Charlotte King and Jonny Hughes. Hughes is dressed in his ring gear and is anxiously moving around on the spot, he looks fired up and ready for in ring action. He is not paying the amount of attention to Charlotte that he usually does and is looking at someone who is stood behind the camera. Charlotte is dressed in a beautiful white dress and seems perturbed by Hughes; demeanour, she puts her finger in her ear and gets her cue to start the interview.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here and I am joined by Jonny Hughes who is set to face the returning G-Unit in tag team action…
Hughes: In a few moments from now. So let’s keep this quick shall we?
Charlotte: Of course.
Hughes: You see Miss King we don’t have time for any pleasantries, I want you to fire off the questions you have prepared for this interview as I am due in the ring in less than fifteen minutes.
Charlotte seems annoyed by this but presses on regardless.
Charlotte:] How do you feel after your match against The Senator on Monday?
Hughes: It was a great moment for me personally, it was an honour to step in the ring one on one with one of the industry’s greatest. The only other time I faced The Senator was in less than favourable circumstances and I did get him to tap out to my Anaconda Vice but it was not a clean victory by e=any means.
Charlotte: Were you surprised to get a title shot?
Hughes: I was Miss King, I thought that I would be handed such a golden opportunity given my history with the Chairman of this company. And I was grateful for this opportunity.
Charlotte: Speaking of things that are golden, are you interested in pursuing any other titles in ACW?
Hughes: There is one title that I must get out of my head, a title that I have come close to winning on at least 3 occasions. And that title is The Entertainment Championship and so I am issuing an official challenge to the new champion Andrew Williams. Have you first defence against me, it will be a match for the ages and I am sure that will be my defining moment of glory in this business.
Charlotte: What about your match tonight?
Hughes: Ricky and I were greatly appreciative that our request was heard by our leader. You see Ricky and I are confident in our team and we believe that we are the finest tag team in ACW at this time and in fact, in ACW history. And there is no better way to prove this by taking on and defeating one of this companies most decorated teams.
Charlotte: Have you got any words for your opponents?
Hughes: Yes. Ricky and I will bring the fight right to your doorstep, we will bring you all we have got. Jonny Spade, you and I have our history in ACW and I will relish pummelling you in the squared circle once more. And Gooey Garth, I have nothing to say to you, you little weirdo, because I’m not sure you’ll even understand what I am saying. I don’t think you have the mental capacity to comprehend my words and so I will not waste time on you.
Charlotte: Thank you for your time Mister Hughes.
Hughes: It’s been a pleasure as always Miss King, I would stay around and chat but due to time constraints this isn’t possible, I will however speak with you later.
And with that Hughes evacuates the scene.
Charlotte: Coming next, G-Unit versus Hughes and Falcon, right here on Thursday Night Meltdown.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:51:42 GMT -5
Match 3: Gooey Garth and Jonny Spade vs. Jonny Hughes and Ricky Falcon - G-G-G-Unit One Time Return Match (Credit: BK)
Possibly the greatest tag team to ever step in ACW is reunited for one night only on both of their long absences, and who do we have to blame for this? The Senator and Rena, damn them to hell. The match starts off with Gooey and Ricky Falcon, with Gooey not exactly estatic that he was ordered to wrestle in the middle of a good nap in his locker room. Does he ever leave his locker room? Anyway. Falcon quickly looks for the upper hand in the match, but after a series of counters by the former Tag Team Champion - Gooey uses his strength to his advantage, and eventually captures for the ACW Entertainment Champion in a stalling suplex which gets a rise from the crowd. As Falcon lays motionless in the center of the ring, Gooey tags in Jonny who enters the ring to a huge pop from the crowd. After continuing to beat Falcon like he stole something, he looks to finish up this match by stalk Falcon from behind. As Falcon rises up, he turns around and recieves a kick to his abdomen. Jonny looks for his Jonormous Slam - but Falcon manages to slip off his shoulders and push him into the ropes. And as Jonny hits the ropes, Hughes pulls down the top rope and sends the former Entertainment Champion dropping hard to the outside. Ouch.
After a heelish like beatdown with the referee distracted, Hughes chucks the former six time tag team champion back into the ring. Falcon looks to feed off the scraps like the pig he is, and quickly covers but Jonny kicks out. Falcon then decides to tag in Jonny Hughes, who proceeds to pummel Spade with an entire array of suplexes. German Suplexes, Vertical Suplexes, Capture Suplexes, Soup-lexes, you name it. By the time we reach 8 minutes into the match, Spade is pretty much out of it. Hughes and Falcon now take part in some expert tag team techniques with frequent tags and double team manuevers. They seem to have this match in the bag, and they'll be the one to knock off a legendary ACW Tag Team. As Hughes now sets up Spade for the Anaconda Vice, Jonny manages to roll him up in an unorthodox pin - but Hughes JUST manages to kick out right before three. The two rise up at the same time before knocking each other out with a clothesline. The climaxing part of the match.
With Hughes manages to reach over to his corner while Jonny is almost towards his corner, and Jonny notices Gooey half asleep on the apron. After yelling loudly, bursting whatever snot bubble he had out of his nose - Jonny makes the tag and so does the other Jonny. Falcon and Gooey enter the ring and Falcon now backs up before running full speed at Gooey - hoping to take down the huge man with a clothesline. Gooey however has other plans and plants him in the center of the ring with the Talon Swoop. Gooey keeps his hand on the face of Falcon and Reynolds makes the cover to give G-Unit the match.
Phillip: And the winners of this match, G-Unit.
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Post by BK London on Nov 8, 2007 16:52:18 GMT -5
Segment: Despite It All, I Still Hate You the Most (Credit: Flamingo)
Adrian Flamingo was a combination of everything you hated the most, it seemed ACW. Flamingo was realistic and kept his feet on the ground. Now, some would say that means that he’s unimaginative but keep in mind that creativity comes in various forms. There wasn’t a need for parlor tricks or illusions in his world and he kept everything quite normal. So it seemed anyway. He may not be talking to leprechauns nor was he doing battle with the breathing embodiment of evil, but his mind was always in motion; turning and twisting with his plans for his next step. That may be boring to some, but for those without ADD, it was a thing of beauty.
Though he was a high-flyer, there was no glitz or glam to what he did. The ground didn’t rattle with his footsteps and time didn’t freeze while he was in flight. In fact, he may be the ugliest high flyer in wrestling today, but God loved ugly. That’s what “they” say anyway, but “they” don’t want to come face to face with the harder realities in life. God didn’t love ugly nor did he love anything else for that matter. God is an imaginary figure made up by people as a crutch for optimism. Adrian saw that, and so did a few others, but they were chastised for that belief. Regardless, Adrian hated crutches, just like he hated everyone that used one. He hated people that seemed to coast through life as if it was some magical journey into holy righteousness. It must be so fun to be so fucking dumb.
Adrian’s world was gray and a bit bleak at times, but that’s what the real world is all about anyway. He humiliated Senator by throwing away his match at Samhain, he let down Starkweather by not having his back, he was the person responsible for BK and Wyverns’ absences, and he even made BK’s wife cry. Even now his mother was somewhere on the east coast dying, yet nobody cared. That was real though. No one cared. Not about other people, not about the world, and certainly not about Adrian Flamingo and what he did. No one cared if he would ever make it to the point where he would get a shot at a world title – a feet he hadn’t accomplished in his entire life. No, everyone was far too concerned with their materialistic, bullshit, throwaway “problems.”
Adrian Flamingo stood on the cusp of greatness, yet he was chained to the ground – never allowed to move. Instead, Adrian could only stare into that greatness and see everyone else dive in and bath in its purity. They didn’t deserve it, he thought, they never did. Some people in life are served the world on a silver platter and mush it all into their mouths with a silver spoon. Adrian was born with a silver spoon, yet he sat there looking at nothing on his silver platter. He had to take what he could, he had to steal what he could and, in theory, he should’ve been one of the few who were given everything. Every opportunity that he had was one that he had to make.
Adrian Flamingo hated the world and its inhabitants. Every day he woke up with a ball of hatred in his throat and a waist starving for gold. He was one of the few men on the roster that didn’t hold gold, yet by all accounts he should’ve by now. No, ACW seemed content on keeping him down. They wanted him to be lower than his potential deserved, they wanted him to stay out of the spotlight and let everyone else pass him by. Emperor of the Ring should’ve been his. The Entertainment Championship should’ve been his. The International Championship should’ve been his. Hell, the World Heavyweight Championship should’ve been his.
Months had gone by, yet still, there he was ranting about being disrespected by the board of directors in ACW. Was he any closer to getting the matches that he wanted and deserved? No. He was still wrestling Ricky Falcon. Adrian had been in ACW for a year now, yet still he sat with nothing. No title reigns, no title shots, nothing. Was Adrian Flamingo getting his opportunities to face the world champion? No, he was wrestling Senator for a belt that should’ve already belonged to Adrian a long time ago. So what did he do? He threw the match away.
Senator, although a likeable guy to some, was a waste of breath in Adrian Flamingo’s eyes. He was a man that had the world handed to him, and he didn’t deserve it like Adrian did. Did Senator have to worry about getting jumped from behind by fans outside of an ACW event? No, he had security and a posse to watch his back wherever he went. Has Senator ever been disrespected by the booking committee the same way Adrian Flamingo had been? No, of course not, he’s “the Senator”. He didn’t deserve anything that he had. Why should he have the world while Adrian, who had to bite and scratch to get to this point, had nothing? The Senator prided himself on his epic encounters. Well, Adrian would have to do what he could to make sure that his encounters with the Senator were memorable in an opposite way. He would do what he could to tarnish the Senator’s career.
Adrian sat on the beach that morning and stared into the end of the world like he was getting accustomed to doing. He saw nothing and that comforted him a little for some reason. It was like having someone to relate to, in his mind. The end of the world knew his pain and struggles and, though it couldn’t relieve those pains, it understood Adrian. If given the opportunity, Adrian would hold a gun to the World’s temple and pull the trigger without flinching.
It was chilly on the beach as fall was finally peering its head out of summer and bringing its good friend winter along for the ride. Adrian liked winter. It was cold, gray, and dead - a magical time of the year indeed. Adrian straightened out his white shirt and tossed his cigarette into the upcoming tide. Nothing mattered in the world and that, good friends, was beautiful.
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