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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:46:42 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown November 15th 2007
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
DiaVolo vs Dan White
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XS3 vs Rena Matheson
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The Senator and Jonny Hughes vs Adrian Flamingo and Jon Taylor
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Hunter vs Latino
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Thunderkiss vs Alicia Kitsune
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:47:02 GMT -5
Segment: “The Wait is Over” Credit: T-Kiss [As a another hot edition of ACW Thursday Night Meltdown hits the airwaves, our veteran announce team of Edison/McNally kick off the festivities as only they can do.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well we know how impatient you ACW fans are for hot wrestling action, so let’s not keep - [“God of Thunder” hits the sound system causing a monestrous reaction from the crowd.] Maxwell McNally: Apparently they aren’t as impatient as this man Edison.
Random Fan: Its HIM! It’s the WORLDBREAKER!
[He begins to trek down the rampway, his walk dominating, commanding. Even the way he carries himself sends a message tonight, that being this *IS* house and you are a simply just a guest. The sound of his thunderous footsteps now clank on the metal stairs leading to the ring as if they were demon’s rapping away on drums. A very scared Phillip drops the microphone in fear, as well he should. It is quickly claimed by Thunderkiss and as the say, “let the fun begin.”]
Thunderkiss: Now that’s what I call a welcome back party baby.
Crowd *chanting*: THUNDERKISS THUNDERKISS THUNDERKISS
Thunderkiss: Now, the last time I stood in this ring, I broke yet another World Champion. A rare sight these days, considering how this club of supposed “legends” seem to be anything but. If anything, I have truly learned the definition of the word COWARD over the course of the last few months.
Thunderkiss: OHHH! OHHH! DID HE DARE SAY THAT?! DID THUNDERKISS DARE SAY THAT?! Well I did, and if you don’t like it, you can choke on it crackerjack, or better yet, try to shut me up! Oh, but silly me ... some people are much too worried about their oh so “great” image to worry about protecting their manhood, a *TRUE* sign of the weak and sniveling times we live in today.
[Shift to camera side “B.”]
Thunderkiss: But I before continue my rant on the ripoff artists that claim to entertain you fine people each and every week, I would like to make a clear distinction between those who continue to hide from me with their dicks stuck between their legs and those who have actually had the testosterone to step up to the Worldbreaker. Though I have no love loss for tinymen like Jake Cheng or “Captain Boredom” Senator Steve Phillips, they are true competitors in this business; true warriors. They’ve earned my respect, as well as the respect of the entire Kiss Army!
Thunderkiss: And then that leaves us with our dear little Alicia Kitsune.........
Kiss Army: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Thunderkiss: Heh.
Kiss Army *chanting*: A-K SUCKS! A-K SUCKS! A-K SUCKS! A-K SUCKS! A-K SUCKS!
Thunderkiss: Rumor also has it she swallows too brothers!
[The Kiss Army erupts in laughter while the AK supporters become enraged.]
Thunderkiss: Alicia, I have you in a category of your own. While in fact you displayed more balls than the worthless calendar counters who think they are entitled to things because of something great they did years ago, Thunderkiss has seen right through the phony facade you have built up around yourself. You have no problems coming up and slapping the big dog in the face, but when he leaps off his porch to sink his teeth into you, you turn into a frightened little girl. I saw the look in your eye, the way you ran and the way your “man” had to come into the ring and try to protect you. Pitiful. When the true moment of judgement was at hand, what did you do? You hid in the dark like a thief in the night. And just like a thief, you tried to STEAL THE CAREER OF THE GREATEST G’DAMNED WRESTLER IN THIS ENTIRE COMPANY!
Crowd *chanting*: THUNDERKISS THUNDERKISS THUNDERKISS
Thunderkiss: But as they say, you just can’t keep a good thing down and standing before you right now is not just a man, but an ideal. Tonight you face justice for your cruel and cowardice actions. You face revenge in the form of human flesh. You face righteousness with every blow and strike I lay upon you.
You face Thunderkiss.
You face the Worldbreaker.
You face ... TERMINATION..... BITCH!
[Thunderkiss places the microphone in his hands and with little to effort, snaps it directly in half to put an exclamation point at the end of his speech. Its very apparent he hasn’t missed a step with the people for the crowd completely eats it up.]
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, I guess that mean’s he’s finished ...
Maxwell McNally: Last time AK and TK met in the ring, an eye was lost. Based on what I’m hearing Edison, tonight we’re lucky if we don’t have a fatality in between the ropes.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: May I say it?
Maxwell McNally: *Sigh* If you really need to ...
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Its going to be DANNNNNNNNNNNGEROUSSSSSSSSSSSSS, that’s for sure!
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:47:26 GMT -5
Segment: The Second Annual Ultimate Wine And Cheese Soirée That Will Be Remembered For Ages To Come Even Moreso Than The First And Clearly Demonstrates The Greatness Of Hunter And His Amazing Ability To Plan Parties In Roughly Five Days, Which Doesn't Seem Like Any Sort Of Accomplishment, But Then You've Gotta Consider That This Is Hunter We're Talking About – Volume MCMXCXII: No World For Hunter – Part XXI: Pornstars Ain't Got Nothin' On This; Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Face The Facts (Credit: Hunter / everyone else for their lines)
The scene slowly fades to reveal the as per usual closed door of the Senatorial Office, identified by a sign that bears that name on it. The cameraman pushes the door open and finds that the room is rather full with various chattering groups of people, most of whom carry a glass of wine in one hand. There are various tables scattered around, full of tiny chunks of cheeses, and Hunter himself soon appears from the swelling mass, looking around carefully. He pats the World Title on his shoulder, and then takes a sip of wine before continuing on his path. His goal is a very simple one, but for it to succeed, he needs to find the right person. He stalks around the room very carefully, and eventually his eyes fall upon his first victim. Putting on his best smile, he approaches the unsuspecting Jon Taylor, who holds a glass of wine in his left hand, looking over the various cheeses rather nonchalantly.
Hunter: Great party isn't it?
Taylor: It isn't half bad.
Hunter: Yes, well...umm...say, you're a bright and powerful new guy. How would you like myself and the Senator to take you under our wing? You know...give you membership to the esteemed Senatorial Stable?
Hunter puts his arm around Mr. Wrestling, to which the latter reacts hesitantly.
Taylor: I admit it would interest me. From what I have seen the Senatorial Stable looks to be a very powerful force in ACW. I mean, who wouldn't be interested in being apart of a stable which holds three current ACW champions?
Hunter: Good, good. Because there's only one thing I need from you.
Taylor: Oh?
Hunter: How would you like to face me for my sacred World Championship at the Best. PPV. Ever...
Taylor: Well I think that'd be very---
Hunter: ...and lay down, let me pin you, and walk away with a successful victory?
Taylor blinks for a moment before realizing what is happening.
Taylor: I'm sorry, but you will have to find another weaker person to do it for you, as Jon Taylor isn't that kind of person. So thanks but no thanks.
Hunter groans, walking away and muttering "I hope you choke on that cheese" under his breath. He eyes his next victim talking amongst others in the corner, and begins to silently approach. One by one, the people disperse, until Rena is the last one left. Hunter strikes.
Hunter: Well hello beautiful.
Rena: And what do I owe the pleasure of the big, manly champ?
Hunter: Say, I know you're a big fan of lying down, so how would you like to do that for me?
Rena: Well I've been here on this couch for a bit, but I don't think that it's comfortable enough...why don't you take this key and---
Hunter: ...OH GOD NO!
Rena raises a single eyebrow.
Hunter: Yeah, sorry, but I value my penis a little bit too much to risk some gonorrhea fucking me up!
Rena: Value? That's hilarious because according to some viable sources, that value is kind of....well...small. Lucky for you, I don't descriminate...
Hunter: Those sources are LYING and are committing acts of blasphemy that will NOT be tolerated! I HAVE NOT CREATED A HOUSE OF LIES!
Pause.
Hunter: ...and damn it, I just want you to face me for my title at the PPV and then job to me.
Rena: I don't think so, hon. I don't do that whole submissive in the ring thing...but if you want to come over tonight, I think my hand or mouth could job to your---
Hunter: YOU ARE A VILE CREATURE, WOMAN!
And with that, he quickly runs off, leaving Rena smirking over her glass of wine. Hunter is clearly annoyed by this point, and so he chooses to indulge in his own delicacies to relax himself. Just as he begins to feel the taste of the cheese that he has so carefully dropped into his mouth, he feels a hand touch his shoulder. He groans, and then spins around slowly.
Hunter: Are you kidding me, Rena, I said no sex---
Jay Zero's Light-Heavyweight Championship title greets him up and close, and Hunter takes a moment to look over his lighter equal.
Zero: Well this is quite a shocker. Is our big bad World Champion Hunter turning someone down for sex? Heh—I guess you finally know how all those girls back in college felt whenever you came near. [/color]
Hunter: ...what the hell do you want anyways?
Zero: Heard you were throwing a little bash around these parts so I thought I'd drop in to check out what exactly it is that you posted all over the bulletin boards and in-between the windshield wiper on my car. Oh, and the fact that I heard you were handing out title shots like they were nothing for the November pay-per-view. [/color]
Hunter: Best. PPV. Ever.
Zero: Uhm—yeah sure. [/color]
Hunter: I have. Are you interested?
Zero: Am I interested? Hunt, why the hell do you think I'm here? For wine? For little square bits of cheese? Come on! Everybody wants to win the big one, but I haven't even gotten my chance yet. I'm dying to finally win that title. Winning it from a nobody like you wasn't exactly how I imagined it, but I guess it'll do. Haha, and hell, everyone knows that Best. PPV. Ever is false advertising if Jay Zero isn't the one main eventing it! [/color]
Hunter: Wait...what? No! I've been looking for someone to agree to job this title back to me.
Zero: What? Heh, wait a minute. Is this a joke? You just won the biggest title in ACW, the one that people would be dying to get their hands on, and you're already looking for an easy way out of a defense? Hunter, man. Even I don't stoop that low! You won that title, and the way I see it: you're the champion, you should be able to defend it against whoever comes your way! But trying to fill people up with liquor and trick them into signing some stupid written contract saying they'll lose? Wow, that's low. Heh, and I thought we were done with the shitty champions like you who can't even man up for a title defense! [/color]
Hunter: Well fuck you too, buddy. You're drunk, it's not like you'll remember any of this anyways, so I don't have to worry about you telling anyone.
Zero: Actually, I'm trying to lay off the alcohol. Gotta drive tonight! [/color]
Pause.
Hunter: GOD DAMN IT!
Zero: Oh but, when in Rome, eh? Haha! [/color]
Jay grabs the glass held in Hunter's hand and takes a swig before swishing it in his mouth a bit, savoring the taste, and spitting it back. Hunter takes a quick side step and lets the red wine spray all over the face of an unsuspecting party guest. He returns to his business before the other man can even realize what has happened.
Zero: Mmm, is that Merlot? [/color]
Hunter: Fuck no, we don't drink no goddamn Merlot!
Zero smirks, but Hunter cannot stand the present situation, and so he simply walks away, leaving Zero to his own business. He eyes the corner of the room that houses the Senator's desk and walks over to it rather slowly. He crumbles into the Senator's chair and puts his face down on the desk, grumbling quietly under his breath. He hears a few footsteps approaching him, and then looks up to find the owner of the chair staring down at him.
Senator: Enjoying the party?
Hunter: Of course. Can't you tell?
The Senator smiles and takes a sip from his glass filled with clear liquid.
Hunter: ...that better be unbubbly champagne you're drinking.
Senator: Water, my dear friend, the drink of true champions...especially when they are about to embark on an excursion into the squared circle within the hour.
Hunter: Oh come on, what's the point of a soirée if you're not gonna get drunk on wine?
Senator: Well, what exactly did you have in mind for this?
Hunter: I wanted to get someone drunk to agree to wrestle me at the Best. PPV. Ever. for my title and job it to me, but no one's drunk or stupid enough.
The Senator smiles.
Senator: More satisfaction if you earn that win the hard way, I might suggest.
Hunter: Yeah, but there's more risk.
Pause.
Hunter: Say, you owe me a few favors...
Senator: Oh no, Hunter, I am a bit busy worrying about my own title. You can find someone else.
Hunter: Well unfortunately, I don't have time, because---
There is a loud ringing, and Hunter sighs, taking out his cell phone and looking at it. He presses a few buttons and puts it back into his pocket.
Hunter: That was my little alarm reminding me that I have a meeting with Ginger. To talk about the opponent I should have chosen. Now.
Senator: Well...I am still sure you can think of something.
Hunter lowers his head.
Hunter: We can hope.
He finishes the remains of his glass and lightly puts it back onto the table.
Hunter: You have crowd control. I'll see you in a bit.
And with that, the champion rises from behind the desk and walks past the various guests, and then leaves the room to do its own bidding. He leans on the door outside the room and sighs, looking at his title for a few seconds before heading off. He does not like surprises in any way, shape, or form. And yet, they tend to be what he runs into the most. Oh the cruelty of irony...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:48:19 GMT -5
Segment: Audacious Introduction (Credit: Marshall King, Senator)
Senator Steve Phillips, having just stepped out of the Dwight Gym in the ACW Arena, is generally in quite the hurry as he gets from place to place around the labyrenthine cooridoors of the Arena complex. As happens so often when one is in a hurry, Phillips bumps into an individual as he rounds the corner...
The Senator: So, who might you be? You don't look all that familiar, and I generally know everyone around here...
Marshall King: Oh, you must be Senator Steve Phillips, the guy I've heard about here in ACW. The name's Marshall King, I'm still waiting for my debut match
Senator: Another rookie around here, eh? Good to see you have some fire. Let me tell you something, though, if you have a chip on your shoulder, kid, someone will be all too happy to try and knock it off...
King: No offense or anything, but I really don't care about the other people that are trying to put me down. I came here to ACW for one thing, and one thing only, to be known around here as a legend, and that's what I intend on doing. NO one, and I mean no one is gonna stop me from achieving from my goal!
Senator: Ambitious fellow...good.
King: Yeah....uh....em.....
King takes a prolonged look at the Senator's International Title, which seems to irk the ACW veteran.
Senator: Look here, it will indeed take you some time before you even get to challenge for this belt, but I have not held onto this, I have not come this close to setting the record to lose it, surely not to a fresh rookie like you, so while you might be ambitious, and while you might have some fire, I strongly suggest that you direct it elsewhere for the time being.
King: Hey, it's championship gold! I mean, that's my stepping stone to be notorious around here, isn't it?
Senator: Just try, you want a shot at this belt? I would be more than glad to defend it.
King: Don't worry, I'll take it when I'm ready...
The two face off for a moment longer, before Phillips shakes his head, and steps right on by. King, for his part, watches Phillips walk off, with an assured expression on his face...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:51:15 GMT -5
Segment: A test for Mr. Wrestling? Credit: Jon Taylor
Once again it is Thursday night, and that means that it is time for ACW Meltdown. Meltdown has just gone live on air, and the fans are already well into it. The general mood of the roster tonight is positive as normal, and a high proportion of the roster can be seen backstage. The ACW officials are rushed off their feet as usual and two of them partly collide, but are not hurt just shocked. The commentating team can be seen discussing the action so far and seem to be enjoying the show. Suddenly the lights dim and the video on the Alphatron changes from the usual video to a screen of ACW wrestler Jon Taylor. Taylor is wearing his match attire and looks like he has something to say.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Last week on Meltdown I defeated not just one man, but two. Last week on Meltdown I didn't just defeat a newbie to the company - I defeated a champion. However, that is the past and Jon Taylor doesn't live in the past - I live in the present. Tonight I shall be teaming up with Adrian Flamingo to go into battle with Senator and Jonny Hughes. It seems my requests have finally been answered. Finally I am given competition. Finally I shall have the chance to compete with people of a higher calibre. I respect each and every person in my match tonight; I can sense already that it shall be a fantastic match. We all have unique styles and it shall be interesting to see how each person adapts to the match and to see who will walk out of the ring victors. There is one person I especially admire in this match and that person is Senator Steve Phillips. Since the first day I stepped through the door into the ACW arena I have always hoped that one day I would be able to step into the same ring as him and have the opportunity to compete with a man such as Senator. Steve is a phenomenal competitor and I am excited to have the opportunity to face him. I feel with both of our styles based on our technical and submission strengths that it will be a very interesting matchup.
But let’s not forget this match is not a singles match - it is a tag team match. It will be interesting to be facing two ACW champions, and I look forward to it. I am sure that my tag team partner Adrian Flamingo and I will be able to work together as an efficient unit and get the job done. Now, I am not saying the job is going to be easy but I still believe that even though the odds are stacked against that we can still leave the ring victorious. I may be stupid for believing that we can beat such a formidable team as Steve and Jonny but without belief what do you have? I may not of been here long, I may not competed at the same level as many of the people here in ACW have - but that hasn't stopped me from winning 5 matches in a row is it? From what I have seen Adrian is a very capable individual in his own right and I look forward to having the opportunity of teaming with him.
Having said that win or lose at least I know that management think enough of me to put me into matches with champions involved for two consecutive weeks and I thank them for the opportunity. To just be put into a match of this sort makes me happy knowing that I am considered good enough to stand in the same ring as these men. I hope that in the future I will be given the opportunity to face either one of my opponents or even have the chance to compete against my partner for this week Adrian Flamingo to see how I would fare in a singles match with people of this calibre. Tonight will be the first real test of my ACW career, and I hope I pass this test.
The screen stays focused on Taylor for a few moments who stays motionless. He has a look of intensity in his eyes and looks all fired up for his match tonight. The screen slowly fades away as the camera zooms out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:52:25 GMT -5
Match 1: DiaVolo vs Dan White (Credit: Marshall King)
Babble babble bitch bitch Rebel rebel party party Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence" Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in
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
Are you motherfuckers ready For the new shit? Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming. This is the new shit. Stand up and admit. Do we get it? No. Do we want it? Yeah. This is the new shit, Stand up and admit.
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. Diavolo gets into the ring.
HERE WE ARE, BORN TO BE KINGS, WE'RE THE PRINCES OF THE UNIVERSE!! HERE WE BELONG, FIGHTING FOR SURVIVAL IN A WORLD WITH THE DARKEST POWERS
As "Princes of the Universe" by Queen hits hard, and a hard-hitting, heavy rock instrumental plays over, the arena darkens slightly and green and red lights flash all over the arena. On the background a Welsh Flag faded with the images of Dan fighting and appearing is shown
And here we are, we're the Princes of the Universe Here we belong, fighting for survival, we've come to be the rulers of you all!
At this point, as the screams echo out, Dan walks out of the curtain wearing a Viking Helmet, and walks down to the ring, to thunderous jeers. He smirks, ignoring them as he walks down the ramp ignoring the crowd.
I am immortal, I have inside me blood of Kings I have no rival, no man can be my equal Take me to the future of your world!
During this quick riff, Dan enters the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Born to be Kings, Princes of the Universe Fighting and free, got your world in my hand I'm here for your love and I'll make my stand We were born to be Princes of the Universe...
Dan leaps down from the turnbuckle as the music fades, preparing himself for battle.
The bell rings at both White and Diavolo start circling the ring as they both get into a collar and elbow tie up. Diavolo gets the better of the two as he powers Dan to the match and applies Leg Scissors to White. Diavolo has the leg scissors locked in for a while as White pulls the right leg off his stomach and rolls out of the way. White barrel rolls (That's right, White does a barrel roll) to the top left corner and gets up on his knees as Diavolo gets up and walks to White, but White hits Diavolo with a dropkick. White then pulls Diavolo to the center of the ring and puts him in a sleeper hold. White then takes his left arm, and bashes his forearm across Diavolo's chest. Diavolo punches White in the temple as White breaks the hold.
White holds his temple away from Diavolo as Dia rolls up White! But only a one count. Dia then picks up Dan as and connects with a gutbuster. Dia pins Dan, but barely a two count. Dia picks upp Dan, but then from out of nowhere Dan hits Dia with a Dragonzuri (Step up Enzuguri). Dan covers Diavolo, almost a three count! Dan gets onto his knees and puts his fists to his hips, looking at the ref in frustration. Dan then gets up, showing a "Dammit..." look on his face as he picks up Diavolo and slams him down with a Scoop Slam. White the jumps up and hits Diavolo with a leg drop to his shoulder. White gets up and jumps up again, hitting a leg drop to the same shoulder. Yet again, Dan jumps up and leg drops the same shoulder! Dan gets up, and stops himself from doing another leg drop. Dan then looks at the nearest turnbuckle, as he walks over to it. Dan gets up on the turnbuckle, and flies to Diavolo with a Knee drop, but Dia rolls out of the way as Dan's knee meets the mat!
Dan holds his knee in pain, yelling out "SHIT THAT HURT!" Dia gets up on his hands, looking at White. Diavolo laughs to himself quietly as Diavolo gets up. White is still holding his knee in pain, but Dia walks over to White and takes ahold of Dan's leg, and starts kicking Dan's knee, which as you can tell, pisses Dan off. Diavolo then steps his right leg in front of Dan's knee, and jumps down, crushing the knee between both Dia's right and left legs. Dan screams out in pain, yelling "THAT HURT TOO!" Dia still has ahold of the leg, as Dia puts Dan in a half crab. Dia the starts hammering away at Dan's knee with his left fist as Dan screams out in pain. Dan reaches for his life at the ropes, but Dia notices how close Dan is at the ropes, and pulls him back.
Dan screams out in pain more, as Diavolo is still hammering at Dan's knee. Dan starts to pull himself to the ropes, at the cost of damaging his knee even more. Dia tries to pull Dan back, but to no avail. Dia puts more pressure and punches the knee faster as Dan pulls himself to the ropes! Dia breaks the hold at four as he gets up, looking at Dan. Dan his holding his knee, whihc is hurting him more than ever in the match. Dia takes ahold of Dan's leg, and pulls him to the middle of the ring. Dia tries to put Dan in another half crab, but Dan pushes him away with his feet. Dia goes for a half crab again, but Dan blasts Dia in the face with his right boot, sending Dia to the ropes and out from the second rope.
Dan gets up on one leg and hops to thge bottom right corner (Which is the farest from the ring), and bides his time as the ref starts the count for Diavolo
1!
Dia lays prone on the floor outside as Raven looks at him with a scared look on her face
2!
3!
Dia gets up on his hands
4!
Dia gets up on his knees, with his right hand covering his face
5!
6!
Dia's back faces the ring apron, as he nurses his face
7!
8!
Dia gets ahold of the ropes with his left hand and gets in the ring. Dan and Diavolo (Now not covering his face) look at each other as Dia sprints to the corner where Dan is sitting, but holy crap! Dan runs out of the way as Dia's right shoulder crashes into the steel post with much impact! Dan runs over to the diagonal corner and waits in the same position he was when he was waiting for Dia to get in the ring. Dia slowly climbs out from the space between the steel post and turnbuckle and turns around as Dan sprints (somehow by using both feet), and slides, connecting with the Richard Prokas Tackle! Ironically, Dan pinpoints the slide to Dia's left knee. Dia falls face first to the mat as Dan gets up and takes Dia by the head and pulls him to the center of the ring, picks him up and connects with the Stunt Bomb! (Sitout Spinebuster) Dan gets the three count! Princes of the Universe by Queen hits the PA System as the ref raises Dan's right arm in victory as Dan gets up on the turnbuckle (Where he gave Dia the Richard Prokas Tackle) and raises both arms in the air.
Winner: Dan White
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:52:59 GMT -5
The Era of Entertainment Begins (credit: Jonny Hughes)
ACW returns from commercial to the ringside, the camera is quickly panning over the crowd showing various signs that they have brought to the arena. The members of the crowd are cheering in anticipation of the evening’s events, their jovial spirits are dampened almost instantly when a quote from Malcolm X plays over the AlphaTron, alerting the fans to the incoming presence of Jonny Hughes
". . . And during the few moments that we have left, I want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."
The fans in the arena begin a loud chorus of boos as the guitar riff kicks in, the boo is sustained for a few seconds until the drumming kicks in and the lights either side of the AlphaTron flash in perfect timing with the drum beats. Suddenly the drumming is interrupted by the opening lyrics of the song.
Look into my eyes, what do you see? Cult of Personality
The booing becomes increasingly louder as Jonny Hughes steps onto the stage. Hughes makes his way to the edge of the stage, in a beautiful ivory suit and his Entertainment title in tow, and poses before making his way straight to the ring, paying no heed to the fans who are hurling all kinds of abuse at him. He makes hi way up the steel steps and carefully climbs into the ring, making sure that his title doesn’t fall from his shoulder in the process. Once Hughes is inside the ring he makes his way to the middle of the ropes and climbs on the ropes and poses with the title in hand, he does the same on the opposite side of the ring before heading over to Philip and asking for a microphone. Hughes takes the microphone from Philip and raises it to his mouth, only to get a loud chorus of boos that draw a wry smile from him. He raises the microphone up to his mouth once more.
Hughes: Thank you, thank you very much.
This statement only succeeds in bringing more abuse from the crowd which Hughes chuckles at.
Hughes: It was brought to my attention by the World Champion Hunter.
Hughes is interrupted by a chorus of boos from the crowd at the mere mention of Hunter’s name, this annoys Hughes who lets the crowd have it.
Hughes: Shut your mouths and show some respect to your World Champion.
The booing from the crowd dies down slightly.
Hughes: Now as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me. Hunter brought it to my attention that it is customary for a champion to address the fans after he wins the title and so here I am.
Hughes carefully adjusts the title on his shoulder before continuing.
Hughes: Ladies and gentlemen, you should all be very proud of yourselves, you should be proud because you are involved in the creation of history. You are all part of the first in ring promo of The Era of Entertainment.
The crowd proceed to boo Hughes but he just smirks.
Hughes: That’s right, The Era of Entertainment has begun but this will not be conventional Entertainment. I won’t come to the ring and provide a few soundbites, I’m not going to be popping out any catchphrases to print on t-shirts. I’m going to entertain you by doing what I do best. I’m going to come out here in this ring and put on the greatest show on earth.
This draws a mixed reception from the crowd, some cheer his determination and recognise his in-ring ability, others boo him for his perceived over confidence.
Hughes: And this all starts later tonight when I team up with The Senator to face that pest Adrian Flamingo and one of this company’s brightest new stars in Jon Taylor.
Hughes looks at his Entertainment Title and smiles.
Hughes: So Ladies and Gentlemen, when you hear my music later tonight, prepare to be entertained.
Hughes music hits and he smiles into the camera before the scene fades.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:53:44 GMT -5
Segment: A new target (Credit: Shikari)
John Kidman is sitting backstage in his street clothes. Shikari is laying still on a bed next to him, looking worn out and worked half to death. John looks at the camera and smiles.
JK: You know, I was sitting here and thought, who can we fight? Who can Shikari brutalize? Then I saw somebody, somebody weak. This guy thinks he is tough, but people like him are weak. Yes, I mean that pussy Marshall King. He is one of the people you call super faces. But to tell you the truth his face ain't exactly a picture! And what about that beard? Or the fact he looks no were near as strong as Shikari? All these tell me Shikari will pick up the win in any match with him! So we got a match on warfare next week! Maybe Shikari will lose? Probably not!
Kidman smiles then wakes up Shikari. The monster snorts abit before sitting up straight.
JK: Get me a drink will ya, get yourself something while your there too.
Shikari marches out the door and appears back a few seconds later.
JK: How did you get all this so fast?
Shikari points out the door and Kidman looks out (although the viewer can't)
JK: Ah well, just an electrician with a broken nose.
John smirks then slams the door shut.
JK: Back on Marshal, what sort of name is Marshal? Sounds like he's going to try convicting us all! I wouldn't be surprised, he can't even remember to get a hair cut!
Kidman laughs until fade.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:54:19 GMT -5
Segment: To Reach the Top (Credit: Latino)
As Latino is preparing for his match later against the World Champion he tapes up his arm. The camera centers in on him and without any notice the former Grand Slam Champion begins to talk letting his thoughts spill out.
Latino: The past few days have been filled with a myriad of questions as people stop me wherever I go. They look me in the face and are almost afraid to ask me. But I wait patiently and finally they get the courage to say...
Latino says the next line in almost a mocking tone as he body gestures changes to reflect the "voice" behind the question.
"Latino why are you doing this? Why are you going for a title that you can't win?"
Latino: I stare back at them for a brief second only to think of the best way to reply. Do I yell it out? No, no. Do I calmly sit them down at a table? No, of course not. I simply say this....
He now pauses as he wants to get this next statement out correct. He doesn't want any of it to come out the slightest bit wrong as he takes a deep breath and finally lets it out.
Why? Well, you just answered your own question. You see it's because that I have not won that title.....that Light-Heavyweight Title ever. I've came so close...had it on my fingertips....barely touching it only to have it taken away.
Latino: Oye Zero...you call me a Latin Lunatic? Based on what? My past matches and feuds? Fighting inside an Exploding House? Throwing people off bridges? Taking a Nuclear Option straight to the head? If you think for a second that puts me in a category for Lunacy...then you have no idea what I will do next. Those are nothing compared to what I will do to walk out champion!!
* fade *
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:56:50 GMT -5
Match 2: XS3 vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: Hunter)
Let it be known that from this point onwards, XS3 shall be referred to as X because I don't like switching the capital letters and numbers and all that. And honestly, come on, why would you put a number in your name? That's just cruel to match writers everywhere. Either way, I'm rather certain we've been down this path before: just because I call you X does not make you THE X. Because no one could be the X aside from the X himself. Were he to not be the X, then the world would fall of its axis and we would all fall into some sort of confusing anti-world where people walk on their hands and animals rule the world. Which, let's be honest, wouldn't be all that bad, aside from the fact that I can't really support my weight on my hands. And...umm...oh, well, never mind, it's the end of the first paragraph anyways.
-WHAMBAMTHANKYOUMA'AM!- That's the sound a clothesline makes when hit by XS3, and oh should he be proud of that. A speaking clothesline is a powerful clothesline, I always say. Well, I don't, but...right, sorry, second paragraph of this match cannot have wankery. Unless it was Dan instead of XS3 (HI-YO!). Anyways. After this initial talking clothesline, the two wrestlers brawled around extensively, and it primarily consisted of XS3 getting the upper hand, due to his obvious brutality. But Rena managed to get in some good strikes here and there and...blah, blah, blah, five minutes later Rena nailed XS3 with the Chick Kick, much to the dismay of the crowd. Rena covered, but thankfully the untrue X managed to kick out.
I just noticed that I've been calling him XS3 anyways. Huh. That entire first paragraph was wasted...oh well. The two wrestle around randomly for a few moments until XS3 is able to nail Rena with the Closing Moment, which (like always) does not actually close the match, as Rena is able to kick out. Rena recuperates quickly enough to dodge an attempted Shadow Step, and then promptly delivered a hurracanrana. She covered, but XS3 managed to kick out as well. She lifted him back up and attempted the ever popular Fade to Black, but XS3 was able to push her back and throw her onto his shoulders for the Burning Cradle. Just before he hits it, however, Rena elbows him in the face and spins off, landing on her feet. But the moment she recuperates, XS3 charges in and nails her with a brutal Shadow Step, covers, and picks up the quick victory.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:57:29 GMT -5
OTA Segment: A big man with a bigger purpose (Credit: XS3/TK)
Tuesday, November 13 4:39 PM Hospital
All there was in the hospital room was a broken man and a typical hospital bed. Laying in that bed was XS3, a man who had suffered a heinous attack on Monday at the hands of an enigma known only as "Exemplar". Who could've have orchestrated this attack? Was he simply just a man looking to take down Thunderkiss or was he after something more? Was XS3 merely a pawn in Seymour McFadden's tiring crusade against ACW's virtues? Something had to be done and if XS3 knew how Thunderkiss rolled, it would be done with swiftness and accuracy.
XS3 slowly opened his eyes and looked around. After catching two hours filled with rest and comfort, he felt ready to step back into the ring. He had to; his next match was against Rena Matheson of the Senatorial Stable and Chairwoman of the Day alongside the Chairman, Steve Philips. XS3 paused to let out a brief chuckle; he hadn't heard the name Steve Philips in so long that he had almost forgotten about his ongoing title reign. Just as XS3 had begun to prepare a strategy for Rena on Thursday, the sounds of footsteps grew closer towards XS3's room. Sure enough, in stepped Thunderkiss.
TK: Matt? You awake?
XS3: "Well, I'll be damned. It's Captain Jack Thunderkiss."
Laughter was exchanged between the two before TK made his way over to a chair and propped himself in the seat. XS3's smile began to fade until it was faintly seen.
TK *smiling*: Dammit Irvine! I promised myself just a week ago I'd NEVER be back in a hospital and yet, here I am! So ... how's it going?!
XS3: "Well, I've certainly had better days. How's the return going, bro?"
TK: I'll let you know in a few days. Some in my "camp" have been telling me that it's far too soon, but what they hell do they know. Right? It's not like they can crawl in my body and feel what I feel.
The two nodded at each other before entering an almost awkward silence. Finally, TK chose to break that silence by asking XS3 that question he didn't know if he could ask:
TK: Alright man, lets cut the bullshit for a second. You know besides checking up on you, I also came today to find out who did this. Did you see them?
XS3's reaction at first was slight discomfort in terms of talking about it but XS3 decided to man up and reveal all of the details he knew thus far.
XS3: "I didn't manage to see who it was… All I know is that the dude was big. He did look kind of familiar…"
TK cocked his head to one side, wondering if his suspicions were to be confirmed. XS3 continued on with the details.
XS3: "Seymour was there too. All I could hear before blacking out was the sound of his measly, pathetic laugh echoing throughout the room. I didn't see him coming nor did I expect him. He just watched as Exemplar beat the crap out of me."
TK: Any idea why he attacked you?
XS3 sighed before turning back to his friend.
XS3: "Why else, TK? Seymour used me as a way of getting his point across: he won't stop until all of ACW is under his regulations. His next victim is you and I would be careful…"
TK, enraged at listening to XS3 speak about Seymour's intentions, stands up from his chair and enters his mode of confidence.
TK: Careful?! Why would I need to be scared of some scrawny crackerjack and his bath house lover? As far as I'm concerned, he won't have to look hard to find me! When I find out who he is, his ass is mine.
Another interval of silence occurred before XS3 smiled and extended his hand towards his buddy. TK accepted the high-five/handshake and grinned.
XS3: "That's the TK I know. Good luck with your match on Thursday."
TK: Thanks buddy. Don't forget to watch.
With that, TK turned on his heels and walked out of the room and down the hospital hallway. His smile had faded since leaving the room and the word "familiar" came back to him. All TK could think of when he heard that word was that one image of Jay Zero standing over XS3's lifeless body. Why would Zero or Starr need to attack the Entourage from within? TK shook his head. He didn't want to assume anything yet until he got some answers.
He would have to get his answers the easy way or the hard way. TK preferred the latter.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 16:59:46 GMT -5
Retro Segment: Glamorous Lies (Credit: Rena & Senator)
Tuesday November 12, 2007 8pm
Senator check his watch; he checked it twice. Pacing across the marbled floors of Rena's estate home, he found himself glancing at the large grandfather clock far more than he wanted to. Finally, he checked his watch for the last time and looked up the stairs.
Senator: Rena Matheson, I know full well that a woman has a right to take her time, but you are abusing that privilege!
Rena: (upstairs) I'm almost finished.
It was about five minutes after that when Rena finally emerged from her room to the top of the stairs. She was in a flowing black gown with scrunched at her bust line, sparkling in the chandelier's light. with a piece of her dress in one hand Rena moved gracefully down the stairwell, her other hand brushing along the banister. She smiled, her hair was wisped into a flowing bun, and moved towards her date. Senator smiled, not having seen such beauty and grace from her for quite some time. To her, she wanted to start humming 'tale as old as time' as Senator reached for her hand as she landed at the last step.
Senator: I must say, you look marvelous.
He used the first word which came to mind, after of which he wished he could say more to express that moment. She blushed and allowed her hand to slip into Senator's grasp.
Rena: Thank you.
Senator: Well, to look at the silver lining of things, I can see that the money you managed to extract from my coffers was not wasted in bad taste.
Rena: And when you become president, I could always dip into the tax money pool.
Senator: Rena...
Rena: Right.
She brushed a stray piece of hair from her bun away from her face and moved towards the door, Senator's hand on her back. They reached the limo and the driver pulled away from her gated home. Rena looked back, not sure of what she was looking for...but she found it, in his gaze. It was that hard look he gave her; that hard look with a glow of sensitivity which she had fallen for before. That's right, before...She was now in business with him. Business.
Senator: Did you get the medical agreement plans I faxed you?
Rena: Yes, and I quickly skimmed over it, but I didn't have time.
Senator: There's always tomorrow. As long as you studied the guest list for tonight.
Rena: Guest list? I didn't get a guest list.
Senator: I had that binder of names and photographs of all who would be attending tonight.
Rena: That was for tonight? Jesus, I didn't even look at that.
Senator: What did you possibly think it was for?
Rena: I thought that binder is for next month's MET opening party of the contemporary African photography exhibit.
Senator: No! Oh my...
Rena: What?
Senator: You realize that you will know absolutely no one at this party.
Rena: So?
Senator: They would well expect my assistant here to know their names! Every singe person here is important if I am to remain successful here!
Rena: Well how was I supposed to know that?
Senator: You could have read the contents of the binder! I explained it in there!
Rena: I just thought I had to look pretty, take some pictures, and dance.
Senator: That's just half of the evening. We have the formal opening ceremonies, the introduction of politicians, the dinner, the photo-ops, the ball...dancing and 'looking pretty' are all within this long list of activities happening tonight, thankfully, those are well within your capacities, if not your strengths.
Rena: You politicians and your formalities. Who cares if i don't know anyone...are they going to quiz me?
Senator: They will not throw a match-up test to you to fill out, no...but they will be judging. Everyone will be judging. These are grounds for a disaster, I just HAD to bring you along...
Rena: Calm down...
She placed a hand on his chest. This sent a small shock through his body. Taken off guard, Phillips took her hand and placed it back on the leather detailing.
Senator: It will be just fine.
He pulled out a binder from his briefcase.
Senator: Look at this quickly. It's a forty-five minute car ride and you better have some type of knowledge.
Rena flipped through the white pages of photos, stats and biographies, clicking her tongue and trying to soak up the information.
Rena: So, Hillary Clinton is in favor of embryonic stem cell research..huh...
Senator: This might result in some rather unsavory consequences, the more I think about it. I would not read too far into the issues, or you'll end up congratulating, say, Sam Brownback or Duncan Hunter on their support for that, or Jack Murtha for his support for the war...that could end badly.
Rena: Right.
Senator: Just try to get the easy stuff...putting names to faces, at the very least, you can greet people without having to ask them who they are, that would be rather embarrasing, to say the least. The last thing I need is for you to cause ANOTHER policy mishap, not here.
Rena: Okay. Hey, Steven?
Senator: Yes?
Rena: Thanks for inviting me.
Senator: It was my pleasure, of course.
[fade.]
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 17:01:19 GMT -5
Match 3: The Senator and Jonny Hughes vs Adrian Flamingo and Jon Taylor (Credit: BK)
As the bell sounds for the match to start, Jon Taylor finds himself standing across the ring from the man who he has longed to face since he made his way into ACW just a few short months ago. The Senator cracks his knuckles a bit, and begins to approach the center of the ring as a smile envelops the face of the newcomer Jon Taylor. The two engage in a collar elbow tie up, and the ACW veteran Senator quickly latches on a side headlock. Taylor attempts to free himself from the headlock, with a double wrist lock - but The Senator manages to latch the headlock right back on to the dismay of Flamingo in the corner - who's continuing to look of his shoulder and into the crowd to possibly see if the attacker is in the audience. He garners some boos from the crowd with not so encouraging words towards his partner Jon Taylor in the center of the ring. Taylor finally backs up and pushes The Senator into the ropes, freeing himself from his clutches. As Senator bounces off the ropes, he runs right into a huge shoulderblock by Mr. Wrestling. Phillips is quickly floored and now Taylor bounces off the ropes before hopping over the International Champion. The Senator returns to his feet and as Taylor comes off the ropes, he hops in the air - hoping for a leapfrog but is taken by surprise when Taylor catches him in mid-air. Upon grabbing the International Champion, he slams him down with a huge powerslam before hooking both legs for the cover. The Senator manages to get his shoulder up a bit after two, but you can tell he didn't see that move from Mr. Wrestling Jon Taylor coming at all. Taylor wastes no time going back to work on The Senator, delivering several forearms to the upperback before whipping him hard into the turnbuckles.
Taylor backs up and runs full speed towards the International Champion, hoping to take him out with a clothesline but The Senator manages to slip through the ropes to the outside - evading the attack. Taylor hits the turnbuckle sternum first, and staggers backwards a bit as The Senator ascends to the top rope. Taylor looks up for a bit, and The Senator comes down with a crushing double axe handle to the head before going for his first cover in the match thus far. Taylor kicks out right after two, and The Senator now picks up Taylor and delivers a blistering knife edge chop to his chest. The chop echoes throughout the arena as Taylor stumbles backwards into the ropes, and this time The Senator punishes him with a similar chop. Taylor keels over in pain and The Senator now whips him hard into the opposing ropes. As Taylor comes off the ropes, The Senator looks for a hip toss but Taylor manages to block it to his surprise. Taylor looks to take Phillips head off with a clothesine, but The Senator manages to duck and deliver a huge German Suplex to Mr. Wrestling. The Senator bridges shortly after the German, and Carter Donovan slides over to make the count but it's broken up by Adrian Flamingo. Hughes now enters the ring and gets involved, taking it with a series of rights and lefts to the Venice Beach native. The fight spills to the outside while back in the ring, The Senator stalks Taylor for his Partisan Kick. Phillips bounces off the ropes and looks to score with it to the side of Taylor's head, but it's side stepped. The Senator turns around and Taylor brings The Senator down to the mat with an Arm Wringer takedown before locking in the Triangle of Perfection.
The Senator flails around, and begins dragging the 238 pounder on his way to the ropes - but he now begins to fade. The Senator lays motionless in the center of the ring, and before Carter Donovan can even check on The Senator - Hughes dives off the top rope out of nowhere with the Ode to Dynamite, a diving headbutt that rocks both Taylor and the ring itself. Taylor breaks the hold and now Flamingo rolls into the ring right after Hughes. Without even turning him around, he scoops up Hughes and drives him neck first into the mat with the 1980 Flaming Special - and the crowd cringes as the sight of the move. Hughes rolls out the ring shortly after the move and now Flamingo drags Taylor back to his corner before going back on the apron. Now grabbing the tag rope, Flamingo reaches out and makes the legal tag. Flamingo scurries back in the ring before pulling The Senator towards the middle of the ring and hooking both legs. Donovan slides over to check if the shoulders are down, and they indeed are as he makes the count. But Phillips manages to get his shoulder up right before three, and neither Flamingo or the crowd can believe it. Flamingo gets right in the face of rookie referee, Carter Donovan.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 17:02:03 GMT -5
Flamingo argues that the count was too slow while Donovan is confident that it was fast enough, during this exchange of words - The Senator begins to crawl towards the ropes, but Flamingo sees this out the corner of his eyes. Flamingo sharply turns around, and stares as The Senator for a few moments before running at him full speed. The Senator grabs the top rope and pulls it down, sending Flamingo soaring over the top rope to the outside and the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Without wasting any extra moments, The Senator uses up what energy he has left to bounce off the ropes and take Flamingo out with a suicide plancha to the delight of the crowd. All four men seem to be layed out in different areas of the ring, and even the referee doesn't seem know what to do next with all this carnage around the ring. After about 30 seconds, The Senator dumps Flamingo back into the ring before gingerly sliding in himself. He picks up Flamingo and now sets him up for a simple vertical suplex - but it's blocked by his opponent. Flamingo now punches his way out of the suplex before manuevering it into a spike DDT, which plants the former World Champion into the mat. Flamingo drags The Senator to his corner, where Jon Taylor is there to recieve the tag. Taylor enters the ring and now picks up where Flamingo left off, continuing to just beat down the International Champion, but this time with some stiff fists to the face. Taylor grabs The Senator and rests his neck on the middle rope before bouncing off the opposing ropes. Taylor looks to throw his entire weight on the back of Phillips' neck, but Senator has the wearwithall to move out the way.
Taylor is sent flying out of the ring and now The Senator has the opportunity to finally make the tag in this match to Jonny Hughes. Hughes, who is still a bit hurt from the 1980 Flamingo Special earlier in the match - stands on the apron with his arm extended for The Senator. Slowly, The Senator crawls toward his partner on the apron - who is just anxious for a tag to possibly win this match for their team, all while Taylor is still recovering on the outside of the ring. Flamingo can see tha The Senator will make the tag in this match, so he decides to take action in this match and looks to stop this from happening. He races across the ring and knocks Hughes off the apron to the ground below to plenty of heat from the crowd. Flamingo gets a few kicks in on The Senator before being restrained by Carter Donovan, and now Taylor re-enters the ring. He picks up the nearly lifeless Senator and shoves his head between his legs, now looking to plant him with a piledriver right in the center of the ring. The Senator fights his way out of it, and delivers a back body drop to Taylor. Hughes makes his way back up on the apron and reaches out for the tag. The Senator crawls towards the corner and Flamingo attempts to enter the ring again, but Donovan won't allow it. The Senator makes the tag to Hughes, and the crowd goes absolutely crazy. Hughes enters the ring and delivers a standing dropkick to Mr. Wrestling, before a clothesline - but his momentum is quickly brought to an end by referee Carter Donovan.
Not seeing or hearing the tag, he sends Hughes back to his corner and says that The Senator is STILL the legal man in this match. The crowd is not happy at all with this result, as the chants "BULL-SHIT!" echoes throughout the arena. Taylor grabs The Senator by his leg and drags him back to his corner before tagging in Flamingo again. Flamingo drops an elbow right on the back of his neck. Flamingo now covers The Senator, but the International Champion gets his leg on the bottom rope right before three. Flamingo thinks he has won, and has already begun celebrating - but Donovan informs him that The Senator's leg was indeed on the bottom rope. Disappointed, he looks for the kill - now picking up The Senator - but he recieves a surprise Rockbottom for his trouble, shades of The Macho Man RDK. The Senator now crawls to his corner, and eventually makes the tag this time to Hughes. Flamingo is up on his feet and he recieves a clothesline by the Entertainment Champion. Another clothesline by the Entertainment Champion and the crowd is firmly behind the Senatorial Stable member. Hughes whips Flamingo off the ropes before sending him soaring through the air with a back body drop. Flamingo clutches his back in pain and Hughes stalks him from behind, looking to score with the Anaconda Vice - but Taylor attacks Hughes from behind.
Flamingo drops down and rolls out the ring upon, that attack - and now Taylor scoops up Hughes with a HIgh Angle Back Suplex. Hughes clutches the back of his head and now Taylor lies in wait, awaiting Hughes to reach to a vertical base. He finally does, and Taylor scoops him up for the Taylor Driver - but The Senator comes out of nowhere and delivers a huge Partisan Kick to the jaw of Taylor. Taylor drops like a sack of bricks, Hughes covers him - but Donovan explains that Taylor isn't the legal man. But the legal man does indeed enter the ring shortly after, this time armed with a steel chair. He waits for Hughes to turn around before drilling him in the abdomen with the steel chair, and now the bell sounds for the match to be over.
*The Bell Rings*
Phillip: And the winners of this match by DQ, Jonny Hughes and The Sen-
The Senator turns around, but is too slow to react and has a steel chair nearly mangled over his head with the sickening shot.
*The Bell Rings*
*The Bell Rings*
The bell continues to ring as Flamingo simply stand over them with chair in hand, smiling. Suddenly, something clicks in his head and he raises the chair up once more and looks around into the crowd. He realizes for the past two shows he has been attacked, and it could very well happen for the 3rd time in just one week. He makes his way out the ring, still armed with the chair and looks over in the crowd and under the ring for any suspicious looking person. Once he sees the coast is clear, he drops the chair and raises his arm over his head in triumph as we fade out.
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Post by BK London on Nov 15, 2007 17:03:21 GMT -5
Segment: The World is Flat (Credit: Flamingo)
It was minutes after Adrian demolished two members of the Senatorial Stable with a handy dandy steel chair, and he couldn’t have been more thrilled. Senator went down like a pile of bricks as did his carbon copy, generic lapdog proving once more that Adrian was the better of the two. To top it off, there hadn‘t been another unwelcome visitor in an OLYMPIA mask to embarrass him. No, this had been a good day. Covered in sweat and sporting a grin from underneath his wild, curly blond hair that hung over his face, Adrian stared into the camera that had spotted him in the hallway.
Adrian Flamingo: “Christopher Columbus was wrong, the world is flat and this American “disposable culture” society is going over the edge, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve all been lulled in this idea that we all deserve the world delivered to us on a silver tray and no one has a single ambition anymore. No one wants to work hard, no one wants to climb the ranks, no one wants to pay dues. At the end of the day, society has told us that we’re all special and unique in our own ways but we’re all equal. You used to have to make the cut to become a member on a soccer team, but now they’ll make room for you on the team and even make time for you to play in every game. Winning and losing doesn’t matter, right folks? It’s how you play the game right? That’s why a team that loses every game of the season gets to have a fancy banquet and every kid gets a trophy, despite how great of a player they were. No one is better than anyone else and everyone gets what they deserve. That’s funny, folks, because I’ve yet to get what I deserve and I think I’ve proven twice now that I’m better than the Senator! Well kiddies, Senator is not going to have a choice but to give me what I deserve pretty soon. All man is created equal? Bullshit.”
Adrian brushed his hair out of his face with the back of his hand to reveal his white muzzle and his wild eyes.
Adrian Flamingo: “Society has made us all weak and frail! No one wants to fight to survive now, they think that they get an automatic by in the Nietzsche world! Well I’ll tell you what, I’ve had to fight and claw and bite and scratch my way to where I am because if I sat on my ass like some people and were handed shots and matches, then I’d be as pathetic as they are too. There’s not a damn person in this company that deserves the things that I have been denied! I’ve had to face opposition and bullies my entire descend and now I see that one of those former bullies is trying to pull me back down. BK London, I’m not an idiot! I know it’s you under that OLYMPIA mask and I refuse, REFUSE to let you drag me back down to where I was. I’ve fought too hard, BK, I’ve come too far to go back now. You’re in the past where you belong, BK. We’ve all moved on without you and we’ve left you behind for a reason!”
Adrian unsnapped his muzzle and pulled it off his face.
Adrian Flamingo: “I’ll tell you what, though. Since you seem to be so determined to get into my face every show and attack me from behind like the fucking coward you are, I’ll give you your shot. At the November pay-per view, I’ve already got a match but I’m a manly man, baby, I’ll have two. That’s right, wrestling fans, if BK London can stop hiding behind OLYMPIA’s mask and face me, I’ll take him on in a match right after I win MY ACW International title belt from the Senator! Oh, and if I break you leg again, BK? Heh, shit hap-”
Adrian was cut off by a high speed Nike Air Force One that connected right below his jaw. The force of the hit shut him up instantly as he fell backwards and slammed the back of his head against the linoleum floor as the camera followed him down and focused on his now unconscious body. The camera zoomed up on the man who own the Air Force One and the corresponding shoe that went with the pair. The tall, dark man in the OLYMPIA masked looked down at Adrian to admire his work, but quickly ran off as security came on to the scene.
If Adrian was conscious, he probably would’ve taken the super kick as a definite response to his challenge.
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