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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:07:38 GMT -5
OTA: Setting It Up (Credit: Jake Cheng)
One week ago exactly, a man lost his car off the edge of this pier. That man is none other than the ACW Champion Hunter. Today, there is a new car on this pier, similar color, similar make, and if you looked from a far, you might even say it was the same car. Without the water damage of course.
A black SUV with dark windows pulls up near the unmarked car that sits on the pier. Leaning on the car, Wing Yin throws his cigarette on the ground and stomps it before Jake can get out of the car and ridicule him for it. Lee Yang shuts off the car and steps out of the drivers seat. Jake comes around from the passenger’s side and walks up to Wing.
Jake: Stop smoking.
Wing curses in Chinese under his breath, and picks up the suitcase at his feet. Lee brings around the two suitcases and opens them for Wing to see. Wing smiles and opens up the other suitcase. The ACW World Title. Jake can’t possibly plan to...
Jake: You guys, we don’t have much time, Hunter will be here within the next half hour so we have to get this all wired up. I don’t care how you do it, just make sure the car with blow up in a nice, fiery explosion. Well, don’t stand around, get going. Everything else you need should be in the back of the truck. I have to call up the old man to make sure the wires went through.
Wing: You know Jake, if this is arr a bust, the boss won’t be happy.
Jake: Gee thanks, Wing, didn’t know. Anyway, get your asses moving!
Jake walks away and Lee and Wing slowly get moving unpacking the C4 and untangling wires. Jake walks a good twenty feet and pulls his cell phone of his pocket, hits the number ‘4’ and hits talk. Ah, the wonders of Speed Dial. Instead of ringing, there is a long pause before Jake hears a record voice message. Seeing as there is quite the time change between the ACW Arena and Hong Kong, Jake expected it.
Jake: Hello Father. Thank you again for the money. All is going well over here and soon enough Andrew Hunter will be so mental drained that I will be able to win the ACW Championship from him. Talk to you later.
Jake hangs up and sighs. He walks back over to the bodyguards working on the explosives. Blowing up the ACW World Title? But how is Jake supposed to win it if it is in several hundred small pieces. There must be one more piece of the puzzle...
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:09:22 GMT -5
Segment: “Every Breath You Take. Every Move You Make. I’ll be Watching You” Credit: Black & White/T-Kiss [Your soul hangs in the balance between Heaven and hell. You are being tormented by the another man’s sick and twisted personality. Your running for President of the United States of American and your long time nemesis isn’t making things easy for you. When you’re Thunderkiss, life is never boring. With no match tonight, Thunderkiss has been hanging out backstage all evening catching up with his friends and supporting his ‘Raj teammates all the while keeping a close lookout for both Cobra and the Senator. Running low on Thundergy, he returns to the Entourage locker room in an effort to restock. Upon entering, he walks directly toward the fridge, opens it up and picks up an ice cold eight pack. Tucking it under his arm, he closes the refrigerator door and begins to leave the room, stopping only to check out his reflection in the mirror. No doubt about it, Thunderkiss is a vain person and whenever an opportunity arises to check himself out, he takes it. As he enjoys what he is looking at, his eye catches a note pinned to the mirror’s upper right corner.] Thunderkiss: How did this get here?TK cautiously looks around, having not noticed it when he first entered the locker room. He takes the envelope off the mirror and takes note that its addressed to "Dear Thunderkissy". He tears into the envelope, takes out a letter and reads it. As he does so, he drops his Thundergy onto the floor in shock.Hey baby,
You never replied to my message, how silly of me to forget an address! I didn't forget to this time however, it's on the back of this letter.
I saw you the other night in your house. You ought to close your bathroom blinds, you never know who might be peeping in. Just the thought of thrusting your hot, naked body, ramming you hard over the bed....let's just say it gets me harder than you could ever imagine.
Yours adoringly, Black & White
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Startled, TK also drops the letter, not even looking at the return address.Thunderkiss: Alright, this shit is going to stop! WILLLLLCOX! [Thunderkiss bellows for his sports agent who is kicking up his feet in the next room. Upon hearing his name, a rather lazy Wilcox screams back -] Wilcox: Yeah? Thunderkiss: How the hell did this letter get in here? [Intrigued by TK’s question, Wilcox manages to pull himself up off the sofa and shuffle his feet into the next room. There he sees a visibly disturbed Thunderkiss pointing to a piece of paper that resides on the tfloor. Wilcox takes one look at it and comes to the conclusion that he has never seen it before.] Wilcox: I’ve never seen it until Kiss. You say it’s a letter? A letter from whom? Thunderkiss: From some guy calling himself “Black & White.” Look, it’s the SECOND time this guy has left me one of his “love” letters and now they are just getting freaky. [Curiosity now takes hold of Wilcox prompting him to pick the letter up off the floor and read it. Silence fills the room as he does so which only heightens TK’s already nervous demeanor. When finished, Wilcox looks up at TK and responds - ] Wilcox: Freaky is an understatement. Kiss, I’m pretty confident this guy is just trying to blow smoke up your ass - Thunderkiss *interrupting*: As long as that’s the only thing he tries to blow up my ass, that’s fine with me.Wilcox *laughing*: Yeah, that would be the least of your problems. Anyway, I’m sure he wasn’t outside your house TK. First, he’d have to be one hell of a climber. Second, he’d have to elude your security. Those two things together are no easy task. No, what we have hear is some guy trying to get underneath your skin. I am intrigued however by his ability to get these letters inside the Entourage locker room. Have you talked to any of the guys about this? Have they seen anything? Thunderkiss: Yup. Nobody has seen anything. Wilcox: Well don’t let it worry you anymore Kiss. I’m going to give Leeroy a call and have him watch over the place when we aren’t here. Guy needs a job now anyway. Thunderkiss: Sounds good. [Wilcox pulls his cell phone from his back pocket and dials a call to Mr. Jenkins. As he does so, Thunderkiss picks up the back of the letter and inspects it one last time. As he flips the paper over he stumbles across something he missed - that being Black & White’s address. It reads:] Return Address: Your wet dreams
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Thunderkiss: Oh - God - Damn - IT! [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:10:46 GMT -5
Segment: A time of reflection Credit: Jon Taylor
It had only been a mere 3 months since his debut in Alpha Championship Wrestling, and yet on the outside it appeared as if he had already achieved what many had failed to do in years. He had defeated established competitors, and even dethroned the longest reigning ACW International Champion in the history of the whole company, and in doing this captured the first gold of his young ACW career. The person that many critics had believed to be riding high on beginners luck had sent them all crashing down to reality. It had also appeared that many back in the locker room felt the same way, and merely believed that this was just the luck of rookie, not one of a true contender, and it was obvious with the shock on their faces that they could hardly believe what they were seeing, as Senator, one of the most well decorated competitors in the entire history of ACW had been knocked of his perch by a person many regarded as someone who should be at the bottom of the card, earning his dues.
As the year of 2007 came to a close, it was clear that this new superstar had certainly made an impact, and definitely here to stay. After narrowly missing out as being named the breakout star of 2007 by Jay Zero, another competitor who had made great waves in ACW that year, debuting some 7 months before him, Taylor set on his sights on making 2008 the year of Mr. Wrestling. The year started off well with Taylor picking up a hard fought victory against the returning Rattlesnake, adding to his credibility as a champion and further silencing his critics.
However. Less than a week later Taylor would have to compete against Adrian Flamingo, a man who was in the middle of a gripping feud with BK London. Unlike many had thought, it was Taylor who was cost the match due to lack of concentration, not scouting Flamingo's finisher before it was too late. It had only just begun, and still Jon Taylor's reign as the ACW International Champion appeared to already be threatened. After the events on Monday Night Warfare Taylor decided he needed to re-focus himself, before it was too late. After hearing that he was to compete against long time ACW favourite Atomic Kitsune, Taylor knew he had to step his game up. He knew what he had to. He had to return to his hometown, and seek the advice of his former trainer; Bill Wright.
It was Wednesday 9th January 2007. A cold and depressing day. It was raining, and the sky was full of black and grey clouds. Certainly not a day to be out sunbathing, by any means. Although it was a long trip to make, Taylor knew he had to do this. He knew that if he didn't re-focus quickly, it could cost him dearly. Bob was Taylor's first real trainer, he was the person who first saw something in Taylor and had encouraged him to pursue it. Without Bob there would of been no Mr. Wrestling. Although the years had past by, and time had moved on. It was still clear that there was an emotional connection between The Mentor and His Prodigy. As Taylor arrived as his destination, he stops for a moment, having second thoughts about doing this. However, after thinking of any other possible solutions, he knew that this is the one that made sense, and that would work. He slowly got out of the car, putting on a jacket over his white t-shirt he was wearing. Taylor also had some blue jeans and a pair of trainers on. As he walked around the front of the car he looked up, in front of him was a house, it appeared to be quite an old one, possibly in the need for another spot of paint. Taylor hesitated before deciding to go up to the door. Taylor leans forward and rings the door bell, after a short while the door slowly opens. The person appears to be in his early 50s, his hair is a black colour with grey bits. He is about 5"11, although appears to have rounded out a bit with age. He is wearing a nice shirt, and some trousers to match. He appears to be very happy to see Taylor again, although Taylor doesn't seem to be returning the happiness.
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
Jon! Good to see you, come on in!
Taylor hesitates once again, before kindly obliging. Bill leads him into the sitting room, and they both sit down. Taylor appears to be nervous in this situation and uncomfortable.
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about? When you phoned me out of the blue, I wasn't sure what to think of it.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well.
Taylor pauses
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
In my last match, I lost my focus completely, and paid for it. And lately I can't help thinking about...
Taylor hesitates once again, he seems unsure on whether to continue or not.
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
You’re Father?
Taylor appears to be taken aback by this.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
...Yes. I have been thinking, although wrestling is my life and my passion, im unsure whether my father would have approved if he were still here. He always told me how hard it is was for him to be away from my Mother and myself, but he carried on wrestling to support us and so I would never have had to experience the same world as he did. Since going to ACW it has brought back memories, painful ones. He always wanted me to do something good with my life, be successful, have a steady job with good pay. But by going down this route, it seems to me that all he did for me when I was younger was done in vain, and his memory means nothing to me.
Taylor is clearly becoming emotional, and his obviously finding it hard to talk about his past.
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
I understand how you may feel that way, but I can assure you that your father would be far from disappointed in you for pursuing your dream. He did the same. I knew your father, and like you his true passion in life was wrestling. The only problem was that it separated him from his family, and he found it hard to be away from you and your mother for so long. It is understandable that he wouldn't want you to have to go through the same heartache as him, but your situation is different. Your father is probably looking down at you right now and thinking to himself "Boy, am I proud how successful my son is". Jon, you need to get yourself out of this mindset, and get back into a winning one. That's what your father wanted you to be; a success. Sure, you may not be a highflyer in the city, but boy are you one of the best competitors in the whole of the industry. You've been in ACW, what, 3 months? And you're a champion already. To me, and to your father, that spells success.
Taylor stays silent, contemplating what Bill has just said. After awhile, he begins to understand what Bill has said.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
...I guess so.
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
Jon, what you need to be thinking about is not whether your father would improve of your wrestling, but what you can do that would of made him proud. In my eyes, you've already done more than you could have ever done with a desk job to make him proud of you. All you need to do is keep your focus, keep winning and keep showing why you are a competitor, and not someone stuck behind a desk.
Taylor appears to be perking up, even smiling.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
You're right Bill. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I should be going out there every show, and showing my fans and my father why I am in the wrestling industry, and why I am the best at what I do!
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
Now that's what I wanted to hear.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Thanks, Bill. You are always there for me when I need you. I best get back though, and start preparing for my match with Atomic, because boy am I going to need to bring my all!
Bill Wright | Taylor's old trainer
Good luck, you know I'll be watching you, supporting you.
Both men stand up, there is an emotional hug between the two before Taylor makes his way outside, to begin the long journey home.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:11:45 GMT -5
Segment: You n00bs are going to get destroyed! (Credit: Hitman/Alex Richmond)
In the back, we see Demon Inc in their locker room, jamming along with their instruments. Ken is composing riffs and Fox is going crazy with the drums. As the supposed song begins to build with tension, someone in the background can be heard yelling. The yelling gets closer until finally, none other than the ACW newcomer, Alex Richmond appears. He is seen plugging his ears as Demon Inc temporarily stop what they're doing.
Richmond: What in the holy hell was THAT?!
Ken: "It's called groove metal."
Richmond: I don't care if you want to call it neo-classical alternative rap metal! It's still THE single worst excuse for “music” that I've heard in my ENTIRE LIFE!
Fox sets down his drumsticks and stands up, his eyes blazing as anger overcomes him.
Fox: "All right, it's obvious to me that you're just a cocky youngster. Just what ACW needed; another Jason Freeman clone, right? But let's not get carried away here. The Entourage?! BZZZT! WRONG MOVE, SUCKA! Thunderkiss is just going to use you as means of getting one step closer to the world title. I understand if you hate the fan favorites and even the fans themselves but the Entourage is one place you don't need to be, son."
As Fox finishes talking a smirk cracks onto Richmond’s face – he is clearly amused by what he’s just heard.
Richmond: You think you know what I'm all about? You think YOU, of all people, has got Alex Richmond figured OUT?! Don’t make me laugh! You CLEARLY think smashing your sticks into the drum with zero rhythm is paramount to playing music, let me let you in on a little secret – IT ISN’T. So I’m in no doubt that you’re just not good enough to figure ME out! Let me hit you with some knowledge boys – life can be summed up by two simple words...”Money Talks!”
Scathing words for the demons, indeed, as Richmond proceeds to spit on the floor, almost hitting the bass drum. Fox is none too amused but Alex doesn't care; he's too busy leaving, a smug grin on his face. Ken looks on in pure disgust at the sheer arrogance he has just witnessed.
Ken: "What… the… fuck?"
At this point, Fox is beyond annoyed as he shouts after Richmond.
Fox: "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out, Maximillon! God, I'm so pissed at the lack of respect people have around here!"
Ken: "You know what? After we get done with Jonny Snooze and Ricky Titmouse, our next objective is to take down that cocky jerk."
Fox: "Hell yeah! No one disrespects my bass drum like that!"
The camera gets a close-up of Fox's annoyed face. Suddenly, Fox jerks his head towards the camera and glares.
Fox: "What the hell do you want? Get outta here!"
Fox shoves his hand into the camera.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:16:27 GMT -5
Match 4: Jay Zero vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Silencio)
Ugly by the Exies hits the PA System as the lights dim. The fans start booing as Jason Freeman walks out from the back. The chorus explodes as the lights go back to normal and flash as pyro goes off in the background. Freeman walks down the ramp, ignoring the negative fan reaction.
Phillip Jones – Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Long Island New York, weighting in at Two Hundred and Thirty Pounds, Jason FRRREEEEEEMMMMAAANNNN!!!
Freeman stops right outside of the ring as he flexes his arms and poses for the crowd, as the fans boo the living hell outta him. Freeman slides under the bottom rope and into the ring as he walks to the middle of the ring and poses some more, but his posing is cut off when Unbroken (Hotel Baby) by Monster Magnet hits the PA System. Freeman stops posing as walks over to the ropes facing the ring and looks at the entrance as the lights dim and flash electric blue and white spotlights. Jay Zero walks out from the back, with his Light Heavyweight title strapped around his waist and boas hanging on his shoulders. Zero looks at Freeman, who is standing at the ropes facing the ring.
Phillip Jones – And from Portland Maine, weigting in at One Hundred and Ninety Five Pounds, he is the ACW Light Heavyweight Champion, JAY ZEEEEERRRROOOOO!!!!
Zero slowly walks to the ring, knowing what will happen if he steps in. The ref slides out from the ring and takes Zero’s boas and title as he walks away. Zero and Freeman stare down each other as Zero feints a run in, as Freeman then backs up, but trips and falls down in the middle of the ring, with the back of his head hitting the canvas.
Zero takes this opportunity for all it’s worth and quickly slides in the ring, and runs over to Freeman’s body, and jumps onto it and sits out on Freeman’s stomach. Zero then yanks Freeman’s hair and pulls him up with his left hand, and starts punching Freeman in the face. The ref counts to four as Zero throws Freeman’s head to the canvas, with the back of the head hitting the canvas yet again.
Zero gets up and takes Freeman by the hair again, with the ref yelling again, and picks him and places him up on his feet. Zero puts Freeman in a front facelock and kicks him in the gut four times, and then connects with a snap suplex. Zero gets up quickly and flips Freeman over on his stomach and takes ahold of Freeman’s hair, and starts punching and kicking the back of Freeman’s head. The ref then pulls Zero away and warns him. Zero walks over to Freeman, who is on his right knee. Zero takes Freeman by the throat, but Freeman rakes the eyes.
Zero staggers away as Freeman gets up on his feet, swaying from left to right, holding the back of his head. Freeman then walks over to the back of Zero, and locks in a rear chinlock. Zero yells out in pain for about a second or two, but quickly gets out of it and turns to the back of Freeman and hits a dropkick. Freeman falls forward and his face hits the bottom padding of the top right turnbuckle. Freeman holds his face in pain and starts cursing, mainly because he can’t seem the get a break from his head getting damaged. Zero gets up on his feet and looks at Freeman, cracking a smile due to getting another opening.
Freeman turns 180 and sits in the corner, but is blasted in the face with Zero’s Broncoblaster! (Bronco Buster senton to the fact while wearing heavy duty cup) Zero rolls out of the corner and drags Freeman by the right leg to the corner of the ring, but only getting a two count! Zero gets up and scrapes his right boot across the face of Freeman a couple of times as he then jumps up, and drops a knee right on the face!
Zero then takes Freeman and throws him to the outside of the ring as Freeman crashes and burns. Zero takes this time and poses, as the crowd cheers for Zero. Fortunately for Freeman, he also takes this time to rest, as he is already on his right knee. Freeman strolls over to the top right steel post, trying to climb on it, but Zero sees Freeman and quickly rolls out of the ring, and sprints towards Freeman, but Freeman jumps down and spins around Zero to his back, and takes a hold of Zero and smashes his face against the steel post with so much impact, everyone in the arena he hear it!
Zero falls onto his back like he’s just been shot as Freeman starts laughing, the tide has turned. We see that Zero is busted open, his forehead gushing out blood. Freeman takes Zero by the hair and jumps up and slams Zero’s forehead to his right knee with a facebreaker knee smash, and then hits a swinging neckbreaker to Zero on the floor! Freeman gets up as he takes Zero by the hair and tosses him under the bottom rope and into the ring, as he follows.
Zero crawls to the middle to the ring on all fours as Freeman darts over and jumps, hitting a low angle double knee drop to Zero’s back. Freeman then converts this into a face gouging camel clutch, with the focus on Zero’s bloody forehead. The ref slides over to Zero to see if he wants to quit, but Zero doesn’t answer. Zero instead, is screaming out in pain as Freeman applies as much pressure as humanly possible. Freeman has the camel clutch locked in for a while, as Zero starts yelling to the ref “Foot! Foot!”
The ref looks behind Freeman and notices that Zero’s left foot is on the bottom rope. The ref yells at Freeman to break the hold, but Freeman breaks it at the four count. Freeman forces Zero to the mat, with Zero’s bloodied face to the mat. Freeman then picks up Zero and picks him up and drops him with a falling gordbuster! Freeman covers, almost a three count!
Freeman then gets onto both knees and starts arguing with the ref that it was a three count, but the ref stays with his decision that it was a two count.
Freeman then picks up Zero, and just looks at Zero, and kicks him in the gut, and puts him in a crucifix powerbomb hold, going for Journey’s End! Freeman holds the crucifix for more power, but Zero muscles out and lands behind Freeman, and rolls him up in a school boy, and almost gets a three count!
Zero lays on the ground as Freeman gets up quickly and then picks up Zero, but Zero was playing possum all along! Zero picks up Freeman onto his shoulders and drops him with Zero Darkness! (Death Valley Driver) Zero covers--
TWO COUNT!
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:17:56 GMT -5
The count boos in disappointment as Zero can’t believe it! He almost had the match won but somehow Freeman kicked out!
Zero then goes irate. He yells out at the ref, and even puts his hands on him by yanking him by the shoulders. Zero’s entire face is bloodied, as the ref then yells back at Zero, saying that he WILL DQ him. Meanwhile, Freeman is slowly getting to his feet. Zero keeps arguing with the ref as Freeman eventually gets to his feet, and waits for Zero to turn around.
Zero turns around as Freeman runs over to Zero and clotheslines him, but Zero ducks as Freeman turns over and Zero picks up Freeman onto his shoulders and runs over to the middle of the ring and hits Freeman with another Zero Darkness! (Death Valley Driver)
But wait, Zero isn’t going for the cover! Better yet, Zero walks over to the ropes and gets up on the apron and jumps up on the top rope and soars with Zero Gravity (Springboard 180 Moonsault), but gets knees! Zero flops onto his feet and falls onto the mat, as Freeman slowly gets up. Freeman gets up and severely staggers, almost falling due to two Zero Darknessess. Freeman waits for Zero to get up. It takes some time, but Zero gets up and turns around, as Freeman puts Zero in a sleeper and starts swinging for Middle of Nowhere! (Swinging Sleeper Hold into a Neckbreaker Drop)
Freeman swings, but Zero counters with a Satellite Headscissor, and another, and another….and another, and then an arm drag! Freeman front flips onto his back as he quickly gets up and runs over to Zero, but Zero ducks and hits Freeman in the back, turning him, hoisting him and hitting him with a third Zero Darkness! (Death Valley Driver) Zero covers, and gets the Three Count!
Unbroken (Hotel Baby) by Monster Magnet goes off as the fans get onto their feet and cheer. The bloodied Jay Zero is lifting up by the Ref as his hand is raised in the air, as he is given his Light Heavyweight belt by the ref.
Phillip Jones – Here is your winner by pinfall, Jay Zero!
[Insert closing statements here]
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:18:30 GMT -5
Segment: Insignificant is the word of the day (Credit: BK London)
Since returning at Winter's Discontent, BK London seemed to fit right back into his place at ACW, being the main event star he knew he was. Yet, with his return, he noticed that the entire landscape of ACW has changed. For the better or for the worse had yet to be determined to him, but one thing he was sure of was that everything was completely different. With his absence, new wrestlers were able to step into the limelight of ACW, veteran wrestlers who had previously been shunned from the main event scene were given an opportunity to regain their status in ACW, and those who plowed through the roster and dominated for months seemed to have faded from existance.
One thing during the time he left stayed the same though, and that was the fact that BK London was still a force to be reckoned with in ACW. When BK was gone, there continued to be mentions of him in other people's promos - bashing him - knowing full well that he wasn't going to make his return anytime soon. So why not kick him while he was down? Why not make a name for themselves by bashing one of the top superstars of the company - knowing full well they wouldn't be thrown in some sort of match with him or face any other reprecussions. BK London knows the people who continue to downplay him in their promos, Adrian Flamingo of course, Thunderkiss, Jay Zero, and the list goes on and on...but perhaps one of the most surprising name on that list was Libertines.
Libertines of all people.
The scene was set with BK London simply sitting on a chair in front of a black background, he didn't need anything else. No other distractions. No flashy shiny things that could draw the attention of the simple minded people watching, all he needed was a platform to get his message out - and he he had one.
BK: ...BK Lamedon? B-K Lame-don? I've been called everything in the book from the a-word to the n-word, and this guy..this guy calls me BK Lamedon? Who is he to insult me? - Nevermind that. Who is he to even utter my name? You know, I've been trying to act a bit decent around here and not place myself on a pedestal above others, because we're all just doing our best to entertain the fans. But when someone, with the resume of Libertines decides to call ME out?..
He chuckles to himself.
BK: ...all I can do is laugh. I mean, what else is there to do? The kid comes out to that ring, looking like he's all coked up or on meth or something, and then has the audacity to call me out?....to a match?...in my ring? Libertines, buddy, let me hit you with a reality check, alright? This is not GWF. This is ACW. This is where the big boys play. You come to ACW with all your..dreams of taking ACW by storm, a man on a mission you are, but yet you come at me with lame insults - well that ain't going to cut it. You may have been somewhat infamous in your old stomping grounds, but here - you are nothing, you are nobody, you are insignificant. You are one of the extras in a Spiderman movie. You are 1 pixel in a computer image. You are a teardrop in an ocean. You are nothing. I win this match, I gain nothing from it. You manage to win this match, you gain it all.
BK looks down and smiles, even chuckles a bit more before looking right back into the camera.
BK: Libertines. I'm going to do what your previous opponents have failed to do, and that's show you what ACW is all about. And when I'm done, I want you to pack up your bags and head back to whatever cesspool you came from. By the end of this night, you will know, Adrian Flamingo will know, and ACW will know that the two most dangerous words in the English Language are: BK London.
And with that, the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:19:35 GMT -5
Segment: “I’ve Lost My Smile” Credit: Rattlesnake/T-Kiss
Nurse: The dentist will see you now.
[“Just swell,” Thunderkiss thinks to himself. It was bad enough his grand scheme to get rid of Rattlesnake backfired on Monday, to make matters worse he had to get one of his front teeth knocked out in the process. This most unplanned injury has lead TK to his dentist office today where he will go through a tooth replacement procedure. Not a big fan of dentists, TK throws all caution to the wind for he knows living with a big, toothless smile would be even more painful.
Leading him to a room in the back, the nurse motions for TK to step right in. Upon first inspection, the room looks rather clean and tidy; just how Thunderkiss likes it. Standing toward the back of the room is the dentist looking rather busy as he cleans his tools of the trade. Before Thunderkiss can even greet him, the dentist gives him a command in a most forceful and uncharacteristic tone.]
Dentist: Have a seat.
[Thunderkiss obliges. As he relaxes into the chair he looks up into the light that hangs above him. Immediately he notices the view reminds him of being flat on the canvas looking up into the arena lights. He closes his eyes due to the displeasure and tries to strike up a conversation with the dentist to take his mind off of stress.]
Thunderkiss: Hey doc, thanks for seeing me right away. Trust me friend, this will all be well worth your time.
[The doctor says nothing and instead keeps his back to Thunderkiss as he works over the sink behind him. Shrugging his shoulder’s at the doctor’s silence and rudeness, Thunderkiss continues his best to maintain a conversation.]
Thunderkiss: You see doc, my appearance means everything in my line of work. This whole missing tooth thing - it is so not acceptable. So you do whatever you need to ensure that its covered up forever and no one will ever know.
Dentist: So tell me Thunderkiss, how did you lose your tooth?
Thunderkiss: Well heh, its funny you ask doc because it’s a wild story, that’s for sure. I was just walking down the street minding my own business like I normally do. Next thing I know I see these thugs giving this old lady the business. Being a man who doesn’t put up with that kinda stuff, I went over to them and said, “hey you guys, if you know what’s best for you you’ll leave that poor old woman alone.” Unfortunately for them, they were either really stupid or had a hearing problem.
Dentist: Oh? So one of them punched you in the mouth?
Thunderkiss *laughing*: That’s a good one doc! Those guys didn’t lay one finger on me! I knocked them all into next year before they even knew what hit them! No, I got my tooth knocked out when I was leaning down to grab the old woman’s purse. The sidewalk was uneven and I ended up tripping over it. Next thing you know I’m laying flat on my face and my tooth pops right out of my mouth.
Dentist: Well that’s funny.
Thunderkiss: What?
Dentist Cobra: BECAUSE THAT’S NOT HOW I REMEMBER IT!
Thunderkiss: OH MY GOD!
[Thunderkiss leaps right up out of his chair horrified as soon as he hears the sound of Cobra’s voice. As his back collides against the opposing wall, Thunderkiss is exposed to the truth as he witnesses the dentist taking off his goggles, hat and mask to reveal himself as Rattlesnake’s better half.]
Cobra: HEY! I SAID HAVE A SEAT! DON’T MAKE THE DOCTOR PUT YOU TO SLEEP!
[Cobra reaches over and grabs a needle filled with sedative off the tray. As soon as he points the tip in TK’s direction, the Worldbreaker turns tail and runs for the SECOND time in under a week proving that lighting does indeed strike twice! Amused as his power over Thunderkiss, Cobra remains in the room laughing as he speaks aloud - ]
Cobra: What? Don’t you want you tooth fixed?! Hehehehehe...
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:20:13 GMT -5
Segment: Unwanted Interview, and a bit more. (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen walking from his office...right into the waiting trap of one of his arch-nemesis...yes, Kevin, "The Scoop" Anderson.
Kevin: Hello, Senator Phillips, if you have a moment...
The Senator: Oh, sheesh. If I try to walk away, you will just follow me, if I walk back into the office, things stay unfinished. I suppose you have me dead to rights, this time...and heck, without a match to go to, as an excuse. So then, fire away, have at it!
Kevin: Ok, Senator Phillips, many were saying that you were going to retire after your decisive loss to Flamingo at the end of last year. People were saying that your neck injuries were progressing too far, and you would have to finally put a end to your wrestling career.
Senator: Well, I am standing here today, and not only wrestled, but won on the previous week, so...
Kevin: Other wrestling journalists have said that your career is pretty much over at this point, and you are just healing up for one last big match. Is this the case?
Senator: If it were, why the heck would I announce it here and now?
Kevin: Maybe you'd like to let me and the fans...
Senator: "Me and the fans," in other words, you want ME to give YOU an exclusive scoop. Sorry, Mr. Anderson, but that ain't gonna happen!
Kevin: Finally, I would just like to ask you about the rumors surrounding a possible Senatorial Stable vs. Entourage match at Ragnarok...
Senator: News to me, but I must admit, that sounds like a prime opportunity for the Stable to finally put an end to those idiots. Just as this is a prime opportunity for me to put a quick end to this interview before it goes any further. Sorry, Mr. Anderson, but that is all you are hearing out of me today...and that, sir, is nothing...but the truth.
Kevin: Ok, then, that's Senator Steve Phillips, letting us know that he's heading quickly towards one last retirement match at Ragnar...
Senator: What was this?
Kevin: Well, didn't you just say...
Senator: Aaargh! If the utter incompetence of the press was not apparent enough...you people are stupid enough to cover Thunderkiss's rambling, and actually run his obscene comments on the presidency as if it were a real news story! You people look for the lowest common denominator, and shoot one level lower for your broadcasts! You not only denigrate the intelligence of the populace, you actively take steps to lower it! You media morons distort and bias everything that you hear and see! You not only incompetently cover politics, you even have the audacity to try to control the political realm!
Kevin: Uh...
Senator: I am hardly finished! You media types think you can get away with anything, and sadly, you pretty much do...but just like Spiro Agnew did in his time, I am going to call you out right here, right now! Kevin Anderson, you represent the worst of your industry! You try to come across as a "tough guy" in your "hardball" style of interviewing, but you have no idea what you are talking about! And when you fail to get any satisfactory answers, like tonight, you make them up!
Kevin: I only...
Senator: Now, let that be a lesson, to not only you, but any news editor out there, that I will not stand for shoddy journalistic practices, and I will not let any false statements regarding me slide, not any longer, and that is indeed nothing...but the truth.
Phillips storms off, leaving a rather shocked Kevin Anderson in his dust.
Kevin: Ummm...this is Kevin Anderson, back to you, guys...
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:21:01 GMT -5
Segment: A statement of intent (credit: Hughes)
We fade to the backstage interviewing area where Jonny Hughes is stood by in a sharp, smart suit. Over his shoulder is his Entertainment Title, minus the nameplate which was ripped away from it earlier by Andrew Starr. The frequent, forlorn glances that he makes towards the place where his nameplate used to be show that the event is still weighing heavy on his mind. He slowly runs his hand over the grooves of the gouges that are now present on his title as the interview begins.
Charlotte: Charlotte King here stood by with the Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes. Jonny, you were involved in an altercation earlier this evening with your rival Andrew Starr during which he used a screwdriver to forcibly remove the nameplate from your title.
Hughes: Unfortunately you are correct Miss King.
Charlotte: And you asked for some promo time to address this situation.
Hughes: Correct you are Miss King. I asked, no, demanded this promo time to deliver a message to a certain Andrew Starr.
Hughes motions to the cameraman to zoom in on him as he delivers his message.
Hughes: Congratulations Mister Starr, you’ve achieved something unprecedented. You’ve gotten under my skin. You see, when you prized away the nameplate from my title you crossed a line, you were the straw that broke the camel’s back, whatever analogy you want to use the fact remains the same. You took this to a new level, at first this was about athletic competition but now it’s much more than that and to use a wrestling cliché, now...it’s personal.
Hughes takes a deep breath.
Hughes: You know, even though you’ve pissed me off so much I can’t help but think that you were right when you said that I’m not living up to the Entertainment criteria of my title. And as I sat in the Senatorial locker room I realised that there is something I can do to remedy this. You see, I thought about entertainment through the ages, from the Roman Era all the way to today I found one common factor, one form of entertainment that has passed the test of time…Violence.
Hughes chuckles to himself before continuing.
Hughes: And since you’re so insistent that I entertain these people I will do so, using violence as my medium. I’m going to delve deep into my repertoire and bring out moves the likes of which are designed to break bones and end careers, moves that I have been banned from using in other promotions, moves that got me a reputation…Andrew Starr…you will soon understand why they call me The Shooter because I WILL BREAK YOU!
Hughes storms out of picture and the camera slowly pans out to show a rather, confused and disappointed Charlotte King who shrugs at the camera as we fade
Fade
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:25:46 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Libertines (Credit: BK London)
As we return from commercials, Libertines is already in the ring as the fans were treated to a once in a lifetime spectacular with elephants, rockets, and acrobats that was Libertines' entrance. But with all the spectacles aside, he awaits his opponent to make his way to the ring.
Phillip: And his opponent, making his way to the ring weighing in at 243lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, B-K London!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and stares across the ring at his opponent, awaiting the bell to sound.
As the bell sounds for this match to start, both men quickly engage in a collar elbow tie up - the standard start for any wrestling match. BK London manages to quickly lock on a side headlock on the challenger, before manuevering into a rear hammerlock. Libertines is a bit puzzled on how to counter this manuever, and finally he manages to counter the hammerlock into a hammerlock of his own. BK, the ring veteran, manages to score with a snapmare takedown to take the former GWF star down a couple of notches before he laces him in the back with a stiff kick. The sound of the kick echoes throughout the arena as Libertines cringes in pain and falls slowly down to the mat. BK London makes the first cover of the match, but Libertines manages to kick out on two and BK now pummels him with a set of rights to the jaw. The former ACW Heavyweight Champion picks up Libertines by the back of his head and throws him into the corner before laying him with a vicious chop across his chest in which the crowd responds with their obligatory "WOOOOOOOOOOO!". BK London laces him with another chop against his already sore chest before sending him across the ring at high speed into the turnbuckle. Libertines bounces out the turnbuckle hard before stumbling right into the arms of BK London, who tosses him across the ring with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex to the delight of the crowd. BK pops right back up to his feet and awaits on Libertines to return to a vertical base to dig into him with another move. Libertines manages to make it to his feet before being kicked in the solar plexus by London and whipped into the ropes - but as Libertines hits the ropes he quickly grabs onto it and slips under the bottom rope to prevent any further damage and stop the momentum of London right in his tracks.
A chorus of boos chimes in following Libertines' cowardly move, and he simply makes his way over to the announcers table - a safe distance away to catch his breath. BK London slips out the ring himself and is in hot pursuit of his opponent tonight, but once he reaches Libertines he blinded with a thumb to the eye. The simplest of moves prove to be effective as BK London stumbles around holding his eye and Libertines pushes him face first into the ring post.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:26:24 GMT -5
London's head ricochets off the ring post before he falls hard onto the mat below and Libertines rolls back into the ring. We're at the 3 count now, and from the looks of it, it doesn't look like BK will be able to make it back into the ring on time. Fast forward to the 8 count where BK London is on his knees and he grabs onto the ring skirt and before Referee Carter Donovan can count to 10 - he rolls back into the ring to the delight of the crowd and the dismay of Libertines. Libertines stomps away at the former ACW Heavyweight Champion and then blatantly chokes him in front of the referee. Donovan begins his five count and Libertines breaks at four before strutting around the ring a bit to fierce boos from the crowd. BK is beginning to get up, but he is sent right back down to the mat with a vicious kick to the abdomen and the magnitude of heat for the England native goes up. Libertines delivers a few hard forearms tot he back of BK's head before dragging him into the corner and driving him head first into the top turnbuckle. As BK drops down to his knee, holding his face in pain, Libertines ascends to the middle rope and now connects with what he dubs 'Justice Served', a Sicilian Slice off the top rope. BK is out cold and Libertines rolls the Triple Crown Champion on his back for the cover. Libertines nearly gets the three but BK managed to get his foot on the bottom rope at the last second. Libertines is furious at rookie referee Carter Donovan's "slow counting" and demands that he count faster. Donovan doesn't hold back either on the verbal abuse and says that the count was given in a sufficient amount of time.
Still a bit peeved from the kick out, Libertines picks up BK and rests him on the ropes before scoring with an open hand chop to the chest. BK fires back with a knife edge back hand chop to his chest to the crowd's delight. Libertines responds with another open hand chop and BK responds with the same manuever as before. The two continue exchanging chops to the chest until both of their pecs are extremely red and finally BK takes Libertines down with one painful chop that echoes throughout the arena. Libertines returns to his feet shortly after only to be whipped towards the turnbuckle, but he manages to counter it and sends BK into the turnbuckle. The 236-pounder looks to score with a huge clothesline in the corner but at the last second BK London manages to move out of the way. Libertines hits the turnbuckle sternum first before stumbling out of the corner and as he turns around he recieves the Yakuza Kick from Hell right to his face. The kick manages to send Libertines over the top rope to the outside to the crowd's delight. BK pulls his leg from off the top rope and rests in the corner to regain his strength while his opponent struggles to return to his feet. Libertines manages to make his way onto the ring apron only to be met with a sluggish blow by the Brooklyn native. BK now grabs Libertines and looks to suplex him over the top rope but Libertines escapes it and rakes the Grand Slam Champion in the eye. Libertines sees an opportunity to take control and he looks to suplex BK over the top rope to the outside now, and as he gets BK in the air - BK shifts his weight and lands feet first on the apron with Libertines. BK meets Libertines with a right hand which nearly sends Libertines off the apron, but Libertines fights back with a huge kick to the ribs which send BK's knees buckling under him.
Libertines grabs BK and looks down at the mat below and now hooks him for the Russian Leg Sweep, he looks back before throwing caution to the wind and the two men go crashing down to the mat as Libertines scores with a Russian Leg Sweep off the apron. No man is moving at the moment, and Donovan begins to count both men out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:28:22 GMT -5
Fast forward to the seven count, both men are still slow to get to their feet but the manage to get into the ring before the count of 10. After about 15 more seconds, BK is up to his feet and so is Libertines but they aren't exactly 100 percent. Libertines bounces off the ropes and looks to score with a clothesline on BK, but BK ducks under it and spins Libertines around. He hoists Libertines up on his shoulders, but Libertines thrashes and thrashes before finally slipping off the former tag team champion's massive shoulders. Libertines hooks BK and scores with the Big Ben Driver in the center of the ring, but he falls flat on his back and is too slow to capitalize on the big manuever that could win him the match. Sure enough though, he musters up enough strength to roll over and hook both legs of BK as Donovan counts. So close, but BK managed to kick out right before three and the crowd jumps out of their seats. This match has got the crowd unglued from their seats as chants of "B-K! B-K! B-K!" circulate around the arena. Libertines looks to finish off BK London as he now ascends the turnbuckle to the top rope while BK is down. He looks for his signature Corkscrew Moonsault from off the top but BK manages to move out of the way at the last second sending Libertines crashing and burning down to the mat. Libertines holds his abdomen in pain and both men slowly rise up to their feet. With one more surge of energy left, BK hoists Libertines on his shoulders and raises him in the air before hitting his Double Knee Gutbuster. Libertines bounces up in the air over BK before landing on the mat, but BK doesn't have enough strength left to cover.
Slowly BK makes it to the corner and he starts tuning up the band as Libertines begins to make it to his feet. He stomps and stomps as the crowd stomps in unison with him, and Libertines finally makes it up to his feet. BK charges towards Libertines but the England Native manages to side step it and take BK down by the arm for the Crossface. Luckily BK manages to roll forward, escaping the move and once both men return to their feet Libertines looks for clothesline but BK ducks under it and scores with the Shades of Michaels. It's the kick heard around the world and after the shot you hear a thud as Libertines hitst he mat, similar to a gunshot. BK drops on Libertines for the cover, but he hears no referee's arm slamming down to the mat. As he looks on the apron, he sees Mickey Flamingo arguing with the referee and this gets a huge amount of heat from the crowd.
As BK gets up to realize this, Adrian Flamingo slips in the ring and scores with a earth shattering chairshot to the skull of BK which busts him open pretty good. To add some more salt to the wounds, he grabs Libertines and places his arm over the chest of BK before slipping out the ring before he is noticed. As he hides under the ring skirt, he can only smile as he hears Donovan's hand smacking against the mat and counting the three.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Libertines!
Nobody in this crowd is happy as they hear the tunes of "Time for Heroes" by Libertines...no one except Libertines himself. As he begins to come to after the superkick to the jaw, he realizes that he is the winner and jumps for joy - celebrating in the ring with possibly the biggest win in his career. The camera cuts to Adrian Flamingo staring on deviously as he steps around the ring towards the mouth of the entrance way to meet Mickey. A sinister smile follows as he watches the blood continue to pour from the head of BK as Libertines continues to celebrate his win.
He steps backwards up the ramp, not taking his eyes off for a second off the inert BK London and while it's inaudible to the crowd and the fans at home - we can see him mouthing the words, "See you at Ragnarok, chump" as he walks off camera. A final shot shows BK London still lying in the pool of his own blood as the cameras fade out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 10, 2008 17:28:45 GMT -5
Closing Segment: I Don't Wanna Wait For Our Lives To Be Over (Do D-Do Do Do Do) (Credit: Hunter / Jake)
The scene slowly fades in, and already there is some loud commotion, as well as the sound of what appears to be quick footsteps. When the scene finishes fading in, the camera reveals that it is ACW's World Champion, Andrew Hunter, who does the running, with the cameraman close in tow. Some fans recognize the location from the previous show, and they identify it as the same lakeside area where Hunter accidentally drowned his own car. Instinctively, he rushes over to the same exact pier where he was last time, and he stops in the exact same place before it. The cameraman catches up with him and reveals what he is staring so angrily at: Jake Cheng stands with his bodyguards slightly before him, a shiny car sitting some distance away from him at the edge of the pier. He smiles.
Jake: You recognize the car, I hope?
Hunter slowly shakes his head, grunting slowly.
Hunter: I JUST fucking bought that!
Jake: I know. That's probably the reason why I brought it here, don't you think?
Hunter: Well joke's on you, motherfucker. See this camera guy? Yeah, he's taping this shit live. You're exposed!
Pause.
Jake: Okay.
Hunter raises an eyebrow while Jake slightly shrugs. He then throws off his coat and Hunter instantly charges at him. The bodyguards block him and drop him to the ground, but Hunter nevertheless attempts to get by them. The ACW World Championship is around Jake's waist.
Jake: It was bound to happen sooner or later, Hunter. And now it has. Yes, I had my men steal your title. Because I knew this was the only way I could have grabbed your attention, and it worked. All you care about is this silly little belt. Have you at all thought about WHY you have it? And don't give me that "I'm better than you" bullshit, I'm looking for a real answer.
Hunter says nothing, and has finally relaxed enough to take a few steps back from the bodyguards.
Jake: You have this title because you're the World Champion. You beat another World Champion to win this title. But Hunter, you forget one thing: the belt doesn't matter; it's the TITLE. Sure you've called yourself the champion these last few weeks, but you sure as hell haven't been acting like one. A real champion wouldn't let the belt get to his head. A real champion would realize that he is the champion regardless of who has this title. This little slab of leather and gold? It's blinding you. And that's why I took it from you. You don't deserve the title, physical or not. You're too damn egotistical; you just want to show off, and the shinier this thing gets, the better you make yourself feel.
Hunter remains perfectly silent.
Jake: But I've got news for you, Hunter: no matter how you make YOURSELF feel, I want to make sure that you know how everyone else feels. Everyone else hates you, but not because you're the champ. No, everyone hates you because you think that this belt makes you better than everyone else. It doesn't, you little shit. I've been working my ass off for much longer than you have in this company, and I've had half as many title shots. And how many wins? None. Sure I did other things to tide me over in the mean time, but it was always THIS title that eluded me. And I want to face you for it, Hunter. I want to be the ACW World Champion, and damn it, nothing's going to stop me this time around. And I want nothing to stop you.
He takes off the title andhands it to Lee Yang. Lee walks up the pier to the car at the edge of it. He then tosses it inside and pulls out a small box with a button on it and holds it up. He then proceeds to walk back and gives it to Jake, who continued his speech.
Jake: Your mind won't be on this stupid fucking title when we finally wrestle. It will be completely focused on me. And that's what I want. I want to wrestle the hardest match of my career. You know why? Because I'm ready for it, I KNOW it. I will finally become the World Champion, but I don't need that title to boost my ego. I'll go to sleep every night, and my last conscious thought for the evening will be "I am the World Champion." And that's all I need. ALL I NEED.
He stops when he is a few feet from Hunter.
Jake: Do you understand what I'm saying to you?
Hunter slowly nods.
Jake: Good. Then you won't mind me doing this.
His thumb pushes the button, and the car at the edge of the pier instantly explodes. Jake and the bodyguards do not flinch, but Hunter flies back a foot or two, landing on his back. He quickly crawls to his knees and sits down, staring blankly ahead. Jake observes his "fallen" nemesis and shakes his head slowly with a sigh. He snaps his fingers and walks off camera, his bodyguards in tow. Hunter simply sits motionless, never blinking as he gazes off at the immense blaze in what appears to be the center of the lake. There is nothing left of it. And despite what Jake has said, there is nothing left of him. Jake simply does not understand what it feels like to be the champion. And as far as he is concerned, Jake never will.
He smiles.
Fade to Black
End of Show
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Post by hunter on Jan 10, 2008 17:30:21 GMT -5
Sweetness. Details to come later, naturally.
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