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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:09:04 GMT -5
Segment: Miasma (Credit: Hunter)
As the scene slowly fades in, the first image that the fans see is one of Yin and Yang, Jake Cheng's bodyguards, both standing in the center of the hallway and quietly whispering to each other in Chinese. The image seems slightly out of place, particularly because Jake is not around them, and they seem to be his "decorations." However, a point soon emerges when, from behind, the fans see Andrew Hunter slowly approaching. He stops for a moment and looks at the two men before him, and then smiles slightly, clearing his throat. The two of them turn to look at them as he approaches, and then both instinctively block him from reaching...nothing. Hunter raises an eyebrow.
Hunter: Ain't nothing there, boys. Or is Jake just that short?
The men do not respond, but slowly break away their wall. Hunter smiles again.
Hunter: Relax, I don't want to cause either of you any physical damage. I'm just here to offer my congratulations, and simultaneously, my thanks. The latter is because of the fact that I am now once again in possession of my beloved strap of cattle hide and Au-79, and the former is because I am fairly impressed by the physical limitations the two of you jointly brought me to in our unique and incredible contest this past Monday you have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
The two of them blankly stare at him, at each other, and then back at him.
Yin: You speak too much.
Hunter: The fallacy of a strong multi-cultural education, no?
Yin: ...I...yes.
Hunter: Right then, normal speak, give me a second. Uh. Me thank you long time. You good wrestlers. Me happy to face you because you good wrestlers. Me thank you for giving me title. Me like title. Title good. Comprende?
Yang steps forward slightly, clearly understanding the insult, but Yin stops him.
Yin: We are not stupid, Mr. Hunter.
Hunter sarcastically gasps.
Hunter: What ever gave you the impression that I thought otherwise.
Yin: But if you'd like...we can step outside for a moment.
Hunter: Bit chilly, don't you think?
Yin: I berieve you can torelate it.
Hunter: ...torel...oh, I get it. Okay, fine kid, you're on. Let's step outside.
Hunter leads the way, and although Yang takes an extra step or two forward and reaches for him, Yin stops him once again. After a moment, Hunter stops before a door that reads exit and opens it wide, motioning outside.
Hunter: Squinty-eyed females first.
Yin ignores his comment and steps forward. The moment that Yang does as well, Hunter throws his foot forward and kicks Yang in the back. The latter flies into Yin, and then suddenly both Capitalists leap on the top of them and tie their hands and arms together. Hunter pulls out some duct tape and tapes their mouths shut, and then smirks slightly as he looks down at them, the two of them squirming up angrily at him.
Hunter: The fallacy of a strong motion picture obsession, no?
They continue to squirm as he smiles and motions to the Capitalists.
Hunter: Take the big one and be quick about it.
Fitsharris: Isn't this illegal?
Pause.
Hunter: Well yeah.
Another pause. Fitsharris shrugs, and then he and Kalb proceed to grab Yang and begin to drag him. Hunter takes Yin and they make their way to the edge of the parking lot. Once there, Hunter knocks on the door to a cab. The cabbie steps out and sees the bodyguards, but before he can say anything, Hunter puts a few hundred dollar bills in his pocket.
Hunter: Far away, and don't tell me where. Got it?
Cabbie: ...yessir.
Hunter smiles as the Capitalists finish throwing the two men into the cab. They close the door and Hunter taps the top of the cab, and it speeds off quickly into the night. Hunter turns to his friends and smiles as they look up at him.
Hunter: God, this is gonna be a good day.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:10:05 GMT -5
Segment: “Everything Comes Full Circle” (Credit: Jake, TK and Flamingo)
It’s like the ghost town of the ACW Arena ; Jake Cheng walks down hallway after hallway and sees no one. ‘How can two men get lost in a building? In their defense,’ Jake thing, ‘they are new.’ Jake already opens his cell phone, but of course he has no service. ‘Hopefully they aren’t trying to call me back.’ Even if they were backstage somewhere, Jake has a pit stop to make first...
Thunderkiss: Jack!
Jake closes his eyes, like he had been caught stealing a cookie and lets out a deep sigh. But he keeps going. He’ll play it off like he didn’t hear Thunderkiss. He doesn’t have to respond to a name that isn’t his, right? Maybe TK will...
Thunderkiss: Nice try Cheng. I know you heard me.
Jake jumps at the sound of his name. Yeah, good, TK might fall for this. Jake turns around and jumps again, this time for real, when he sees the giant figure of Thunderkiss a few feet away from him.
Jake: Ah, Thunderkiss, what-
Thunderkiss: Please, Jack, my friends call me Teeks.
Jake: Right. So, Thunderkiss, what brings you out to this part of the ACW arena? Other than stalking me of course?
Thunderkiss: Someone said they saw you went this way. You never gave me an answer about my offer.
Jake: I’m not joining the Entourage, I’m sorry.
Thunderkiss: Listen, Cheng, I don’t offer this to many people.
Jake: I got that Kiss-
[Cheng stops mid sentence as he notices an odd look come over TK’s face. Seemingly fixated upon something that resides behind Cheng, Thunderkiss’ repulsed nature causes Cheng to swing around in curiosity. There just feet away stands Adrian Flamingo looking just as repulsed. Feeling a bit awkward Cheng takes a few steps back and tries to play “ice breakers.”]
Jake: Well, the gang’s all here! Uh, Yay ... ?!
Thunderkiss *point to Flamingo*: Wipe that stupid look of your face.
Adrian Flamingo: Or what? You'll wipe it off for me? Typical "big guy" response, Tiki, and here I was hoping for a tearful reunion.
Thunderkiss: Is this the part where I’m supposed to cower in fear Flamingo? Well in case you didn’t get the memo, a lot has changed around here brother.
[Long gone are his looks of repulsion and shock as they have now been replaced by expressions of amusement and perhaps even confidence. Carrying these themes in his own demeanor, Thunderkiss leans into Flamingo a bit and whispers - ]
Thunderkiss: And I don’t sweat you anymore Pinky.
Flamingo: Honestly, Tiki, I'm sure a lot has changed around these parts and that's probably for the better. Hell, it's probably been a year since the last time we met in singles competition. Although, there is one thing around here that still hasn't changed... you and your boys are still nothing more than an afterthought to me.
[Flamingo’s response enrages Thunderkiss and the domino’s begin to fall as he makes a move toward Flamingo. Not wanting the team to crumble even before they make it to the match introductions, Cheng steps between the two men and makes a plea for peace that would make even Dr. King proud.]
Jake Cheng *shouting*: GUYS, GIVE IT A REST! Come on, there is no need for this!
[At this point Cheng might as well be invisible as the insults continue to fly in both directions.]
Thunderkiss: You just better make damn sure you wrestle as good as you run your mouth boy, otherwise we’ll be talking after the match.
[TK finally takes note of Cheng’s hand residing on his chest.]
Thunderkiss: And get your damn hand off me Cheng!
[Adrian rolled his eyes at TK and brushes Jake's hand off of his own chest. Jake doesn’t appreciate this and pushes TK back, hoping his ‘Tiny Man’ strength if enough to do the trick]
Jake: Hey! Do you know who this is?
Thunderkiss: It’s Adrian Flamingo.
Jake: Good. Now, do you know who he isn’t?
Thunderkiss: You aren’t making much sense Jack.
Jake: He isn’t The Senator. You know, the guy you happen to dislike a lot more than Adrian Flamingo. So who do you want, this guy, or your true enemy? As for you...
[Jake whips around to face Flamingo and points a finger at him. Adrian throws his arms up in the air like he being robbed at gun point.]
Jake: Unless, I am mistaken, this man isn’t black and his acronym starts with a ‘T’, not a ‘B.’You have to focus at the real chance the three of us got here. You can fight over minor shit, or we can combine to vanquish the greater enemy, no matter how queer that might sound.
[After Jake is given the Oscar for Best Drama, Adrian's uncle Mickey runs up behind Adrian and pulled him away from his partners and stood between them.]
Mickey: Whoa whoa whoa, boys! Jack Chang is right! Ya'll have a big match tonite against three of the biggest jackasses in this company and none of y’all can afford to lose this. So, Mister Thundakiss, if yew could please excuse my nephew's mouth, I think we can all get along jest fine.
[Adrian was a stunned at his Uncle's intervention, let alone asking Thunderkiss of all people to excused his rude comments. Mickey looked back at Adrian and winked as if to signal some plan, but Adrian remained lost. Thunderkiss still seemed a little flustered, but slowly grinned at Adrian's uncle.]
Thunderkiss: You know what Mickey? You’re right. Let me tell you something brother, I like you. You’re a real straight shooter; a man of reason. Its too bad your nephew didn’t inherit your brains!
[Adrian went to respond with a spit of venom in his tone, but Mickey quickly slapped a hand over his mouth]
Mickey: Well I'm glad we can come to an agreement.
Jake: Me too.
[Thunderkiss smirks at Cheng’s use of wit to solve the conflict and Mickey and Adrian walk off. A team united, at least for the night. But that is all the time they need.]
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:12:29 GMT -5
Segment: LOLZERCOASTER (Credit: BK / Hunter / Senator)
As the segment opens up, we quickly cut to a shot of BK London pacing back and forth in his locker room as he appears to be talking to someone on his brand new bluetooth, possibly the worst of the worst in all the high tech advances to come out in the 21st century thus far. He takes a seat down on the sofa behind him when suddenly Hunter and The Senator simply barge into his locker room.
The Senator: We should not be barging into people's locker rooms like this...
Hunter: Fuck that, you, I'm the goddamn champ, I can do whatever I'd like.
The Senator: You know, I'm starting to think everyone's right about that title getting to your head.
Hunter: What a petty non-champion you are, Steven! I'm just the same as I've always been.
The Senator: You might be right on that.
BK (turning around): ...hold on...Hunter! Senator! Have a seat, we have strategy to discuss.
Hunter is a bit taken back by the amount of things in BK London's locker room, from the fire place over on the wall to the Mrs. Pacman arcade on the other side of the room.
Hunter: ...Mrs. Pacman? What are you, a middle-aged housewife?
BK: ...huh...what?
Hunter: Nothing.
The Senator: Let's talk strategy gentlemen, now before we came here Hunter and I had a few ideas about how we should approach this match that I think you'd be interested in BK.
BK (on bluetooth): ...yeah...yeah...tell me about it...
The pair are oblivious that he has a bluetooth on his other ear, as they can only see one side of his face.
The Senator: Well, my plan is to take them all out as a team systematically. We can first work on the big man Blunderkiss and then work our way down from him to Jake and then Adrian Flamingo.
BK (on bluetooth): ...well that naturally seems like a good idea...
The Senator: See Hunter, my way works best.
Hunter: No no, you can't make this misjudgment without him having heard my genius plan. So here's the deal, London: I'm saying that I should take care of Jake, you should take care of Flamingo, and Sennie will take care of Thunderkiss. Everyone gets who they want, everyone wins. How do you like them apples?
BK (on bluetooth): ...well FUUUCK that. There's no way in hell I'm going through with that...
Hunter: I will fuck you shitless you dick.
BK (on bluetooth): ...I'm just saying, that's not a good idea. I mean it would never work...
The Senator: Now I would hardly go that far BK...
BK (on bluetooth): ...it's flawed, and if you think I'm going through with that, you're out of your mind. I am BK London. I am the top seller in merchandise, former ACW Champion, and a multi-platinum artist, I will not do that...
The Senator: What in the heck is he talking about?
Hunter: Just gloating like an egotistical ass as usual. And you people say I'M bad. You'd think breaking his leg would get that rod out of his ass...but NOOOOOO! Let's get out of here Sennie, we'll talk our own strategy.
The Senator and Hunter rise up from the sofa and now begins to exit the room.
BK (on bluetooth): ...all right, all right, I'll talk to you later. You get that shit fixed, I'm NOT doing that idea...
Hunter: DIRTY FUCKING WHORE!
The two exit the locker room and shut the door behind them as BK looks up.
BK: Hey! Where'd everybody go?
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:13:35 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. Atomic Kitsune (Credit: Hunter)
I hate rushing things. I've said it like a million times over today, but it's damn true. Thereby, you will only have two paragraphs of awesome this time around, not three. So as far as you're concerned, AK and Snake already exchanged various strikes for a few minutes, switched to grapples, and Snake hit a big move on AK. And now we're here. Snake attempted to lock in a ground sleeper of sorts, but AK promptly knocked him back and kipped up to her feet. She ducked a few strikes and a rather large lariat, and then proceeded to nail Snake with a vicious looking Gamengiri. Although most people hit with said move would do some sort of over-the-top flip for selling, Snake cannot manage to do so, and so he instead crumbles over. AK then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Snake to rise. When he does, she leaps off for a dragonrana, but Snake catches her and promptly powerbombs her...but no, a two count!
Leading into the final moments of the match, both of them began to fight for their lives. Snake attempted his Jab Combo, but halfway through AK managed to duck and grab him from behind. She went for the Shockwave, but Snake quickly knocked her down with the Paralyzer, and then lifted her up into the air as if for a chokeslam. AK, however, will naturally have none of it, and so she promptly rolls out of the move and whips Snake into the ropes. On his way back she attempts the Spin the Bottle maneuver, but Snake manages to sneak behind her and nail her with his beloved Poisonous Venom. He goes for another cover...but no, AK magically kicks out again! Snake pounds the ground in anger and lifts her up on his shoulders for the Snakebite...but AK spins off quickly, and then spins around and looks to nail the EMP but Snake side steps the move at the last second. He grabs her from behind in a quick School boy roll up and stacks the former ACW Heavyweight Champion to get his first win in a long time.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:14:27 GMT -5
Segment Name: The Plan (Credit: Freeman/Hughes)
The camera fades in to show the Senatorial Stable lockerroom. Jason Freeman sits inside…rubbing the back of his neck, still in obvious pain from the beginning of the month’s street fight. He sits back and sighs to himself…furious. He was so, SO close to winning the International title…and it was stolen from him! Once again! Richmond once again had cost him a match, that he NEEDED to win…and what could he do about it? Nothing yet…it’s at that moment, when the door opens, and Jonny Hughes walks in. He takes a look at Freeman, and not wanting to talk to him, turns and goes to leave.
Freeman:WAIT! Wait, hold on…
Hughes stops, and doesn’t turn, but he doesn’t keep walking either. Freeman walks up to him, and he eventually turns around.
Hughes: What do you want, Freeman?
Freeman: Listen, I need you to…help me…with something.
Hughes: Freeman, I still don’t trust you, and I wouldn’t help you with-
Freeman’s heard enough…he knows that Hughes has a right not to trust him, but he isn’t going to let that get in his way right now.
Freeman: Alright, alright, you don’t trust me, whatever. I get that you don’t really consider me back in the stable yet, and I’m sure that I’m not who you want to talk to right now, but are you really okay with Alex Richmond, a member of Entourage, constantly interfering in matches that have nothing to do with him, and costing me, a Senatorial Stable member, whether YOU like it or not, matches?
Hughes doesn’t answer, and Freeman takes that as a sign to continue.
Freeman: You can sit there, and watch Entourage get the better of the Senatorial Stable and not say anything? You’re letting them win!
Hughes: Sometimes the small battles must be lost to win the war. I think - Freeman: No! Listen…listen to me. Next Saturday, we’re going to be on the same team at Ragnarok. We are going to be taking on Entourage, and you know that they are going to be working together completely. C’mon, Hughes! For the next couple of weeks, at least, can you drop this? Because we’ve got a common enemy right now.
He seems to be getting through to Hughes…who is looking down at the ground, deep in thought. On the one hand, he wants nothing to do with the man in front of him, but he also knows that he has a point, and there has to be a limit to how long he refuses to acknowledge him. And he definitely wants to win on Saturday.
Hughes: Well, I suppose you may have a point…but, I still don’t exactly trust you.
Freeman: You don’t have to. Don’t DO it for me. Do it for the Senatorial Stable…
This seems to get through to Hughes, and he sighs.
Hughes: Do what?
Freeman sighs as well, but this is a sigh of relief.
Freeman: What we’re going to do, is we’re going to teach some respect to Richmond. Tonight. I’m sure you saw my match. Like I said, this is the second time. He’s only been in ACW for a month, and he thinks he’s the greatest guy in the company. But tonight, you and I are going to show him.
Hughes: How do you plan to do that?
Freeman: Well, not now…later…later tonight. It can’t be that hard to find a guy…and the two of us combined will easily be able to destroy him. Nothing too brutal. Just enough to teach him a little lesson. We’ll rough him up a little bit.
Hughes: Fine. You’ve got a deal.
Freeman sticks out his hand for Hughes to shake it…and Hughes hesitates but he does so…even as he looks into Freeman’s eyes however, there is a little more there…showing that he isn’t enjoying this much…but for now, he is on the two men are on the same page…as the camera fades out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:15:24 GMT -5
Segment: “Breaking the News” Credit: T-Kiss/Black & White [For 3 days he has been dreading this moment like the plague. Conceiving a child during one night of pleasure has ruined his life forever as far as he’s concerned, and now unfortunately he believes it might ruin another. Practicing what he plans to say for the last 2 hours, he finally feels comfortable enough to call Joytoy into his locker room to break the news. As she sits down, she instantly picks up on his worried demeanor and becomes a bit unsettled as a result. Before she can ask him what’s wrong, Thunderkiss saves her the trouble.] Thunderkiss: Alright, this isn’t going to be easy to hear Jt - it wasn’t for me, that’s for sure.[TK pauses for a moment to examine her face for any signs of trouble but finds none. Still feeling good about this conversation, he continues on.] Thunderkiss: Before I met you, I was involved with another woman. [Upon hearing what she believes to be the “big news,” Joytoy lets out a chuckle that freezes the Thunderman in his tracks.] JOYTOY: Well thanks for your honesty Tee Kay but I kinda would expect that, knowing your nature and all. Thunderkiss: Wait, there’s more. This woman and I ... we had sexual relations.[She raises her hand and covers her mouth to try to conceal her laughter.] JOYTOY: Do you think I thought you were a virgin! *giggles*Thunderkiss: Well, no. But you see ... errrm, something happened as a result of this relationship.[And with that the laughter finally comes to a stop. Her eyes widen twice their normal size as they begin to tear up in fear.] JOYTOY: Oh my GOD.Thunderkiss: What?! WHATt?!JOYTOY: You have herpes! God dammit I knew it.[Before Joytoy can rise out of her seat and pick up a prescription of Valtrex, TK manages to subdue her with his arms.] Thunderkiss: No! No! No! Shhh! Calm down. Jt, I don’t have herpes. [Since the “cautious, slow” approach is getting him nowhere, TK takes a deep breath and goes with a more direct route. Wanting this to just be over, he takes a deep breath and then - ] Thunderkiss: I’m going to be a father.[Pause.] JOYTOY: Oh.[Joytoy sits silent and expressionless for a few seconds as she tries to comprehend the bomb that was just dropped on her. Strangely enough, its not the thought of the child that disturbs her mind at the moment but rather the thought of its mother and any feelings that still may linger between her and TK.] JOYTOY: The woman, do you love her?Thunderkiss *looking nervous*: No! Not at all. Look, I don’t even want this kid Jt! I’m going to do everything I can to ensure I get my wish.JOYTOY: Do you want me to cut it out of her? Thunderkiss: No. Wait, are you serious?[Totally forgetting the nature of this woman, TK quickly realizes his mistake.] Thunderkiss: Of course you’re being serious. Alright, look - thanks Jt, but I’m going to handle this my own way.JOYTOY: Ok then.[Slipping from his grasp, Joytoy turns and proceeds out of the room in an eerily calm manner. Knowing there is far more than meets the eye to this situation, he wishes to know more about her intentions, especially those for the present.] Thunderkiss: Where are you going?JOYTOY: Out.[She volunteers no more information. Stopping only to pick up her bag, Jt quickly scampers out the door. She slams it shut behind her as if she was trying to send a message, one Thunderkiss hears loud and clear.] Thunderkiss: *sigh* Well that went well.[Upset in his own right, Thunderkiss slams his own locker room door to let out some steam. As he does, his eyes catch a note drifting downwards to the floor like a snowflake in the cool winter air. Picking it up off the floor, he hopes its not what he thinks it is. Now reading it, his hope evaporates with ever word that passes by his eye.] Hey babes,
I hear you knocked up that slag the other day. Doesn't really make me feel too comfortable, you know? I'm not really wanting any kids, so the baby will have to stay with the slag that's giving birth to the little cretin. I'll tell you what I am wanting, however. You. Me. Bottle of Jagermiester. Knives.
Your Lover
Oh, and PS. I meant the knives thing. You into sadomasochism? Either way, babe, once you've had me you'll never turn back. I can make all your deepest desires come true.
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[In total disbelief that the mysterious “Black and White” was able to strike again after the new security measurers were put in place, TK cusses out the man he deems responsible for the slip.] Thunderkiss: G’Dammit Leeroy! [Furious, he heads out in a mission to confront Leeroy about his failure face to face.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:16:08 GMT -5
Segment: Paternity (Credit: Anna)
Gingerdude: You are unbelievable.
Anna: I thought you'd say that.
She inspects her nails, picking nonexistent dirt.
Anna: Why do you suppose the Vietnamese pay such fine attention to detail? These nails are flawless.
Gingerdude: Bugger the Vietnamese, Anna!
Anna: Why, Ginger, I'm surprised at you! I find that racist.
Seated in his chairman's desk, Ginger strangles the air. Anna huffs, tapping the floor with a black shoe.
Anna: Was there a point to this meeting, or did you call me to show off your mime ability? Impressive, but I couldn't care less.
Gingerdude: This isn't about mimes, nor Vietnamese manicurists, nor the next pop culture reference that spews from your sodding lips. This is about you--and...and...the 'miracle of life.'
Anna: Yeah, not so much for revisiting speeches delivered by my intoxicated mother after a viewing of 'All My Children.'
Gingerdude: Enough, Anna. Your cavalier attitude worries me; are you aware of the consequences of your actions?
Anna: You're right. I barely managed to zip the back of a Givenchy gown two nights ago. I know I should feel remorse, but I feel nothing. Pregnancy has hardened me.
The strangling resumes. Anna stares forlornly up at the ceiling.
Anna: It was a Givenchy.
Ginger rubs his temples. His words worm their way past gritted teeth.
Gingerdude: Is Thunderkiss the father?
Anna: No, it's Carlos the milkman.
A soft chuckle issues from a shaking Ginger.
Anna: Hm? Something I said?
Gingerdude: No, it's nothing. Your mother said the same thing when I asked her if--nevermind.
Anna perks up, ears twitching like a fox.
Anna: What? Ginger? Tell me!
Gingerdude: As usual, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The paternity of her child was contested as well.
Anna leans forward, grasping the edges of the desk.
Anna: But, I was her only child!
Gingerdude: Yes. Which means...
She gasps.
Anna: She had an affair!
Gingerdude: Yes!
Anna: She cheated on Mr. Sommers!
Gingerdude: Yes!
Anna: And that means--
Gingerdude: Say it!
Anna: You knew her before I was born. Huh, that's funny. I didn't know your friendship extended that far back.
Ginger slaps his forehead and drags his palm down his face. Too immersed in her thoughts to notice, Anna strokes her chin.
Anna: If my mother had an affair, then I may not be the daughter of Mr. Sommers, shipping and oil magnate extraordinaire!
Gingerdude: Correct.
Anna: Hey, if you knew my mother when she was pregnant, you should know who my real father is!
Gingerdude: I, um, hurk, was not told.
Anna rises, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Anna: I need to find my real daddy!
Gingerdude: Wait, Anna, we still need to discuss Thunderkiss--
But the young woman knocks over an umbrella stand as she rushes out the door. Ginger sinks, massaging a crick in his neck.
Gingerdude: She, unfortunately, inherited none of her mother's intelligence.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:22:09 GMT -5
Segment: Hate Eternal (Credit: Hunter / Jake)
The scene slowly fades in as it always does, and when it is halfway through, the fans can already tell what they are looking upon: it is the shape of Jake Cheng walking through the hallways, desperately looking around for his still missing bodyguards. He stops before a door and looks inside, but when he realizes this room is a simple broom closet, he shakes his head and turns away from it. He continues to walk down the hallway, until his desperation forces him to cry out their names.
Jake: Yin! Yang! Where are you guys!?
He continues to walk down the hall until he gets to the end of it.
Jake: YIN! YA---
His voice trails off as he turns to the left and is instantly blinded by an obscene light. Instinctively he takes a few steps back, get ready to run if necessary, for he is certain who is before him. After the fans get their eyes adjusted to the blinding light, they likewise see the man before him; Andrew Hunter leans against the wall wearing his beloved ACW World Championship on his shoulder, an incredibly wide grin on his face. He does not move, prompting Jake to stop walking backwards and appear as if he was backing up for a completely different reason. He says nothing. Hunter, on the other hand, does not possess such an ability.
Hunter: 'ello then.
Jake remains silent as Hunter takes a standing position.
Hunter: Looking for something? Or someone? Or even...someones?
Jake's eyes slowly widen as he realizes exactly what happened.
Jake: You piece of---
Hunter: No no, my friend. No no. You seem to think I had something to do with the sudden disappearance of your comrades. In truth, I did nothing.
Pause.
Hunter: MY comrades did, however.
Jake: Hunter, I swear to God I'll---
Hunter: You'll what? Last I checked, you haven't done shit since you've had those two by your side. In fact, you seem to basically act like YOU'RE the World Champion, as if YOU have all the power. Yet...you stay hidden behind those two. You told me to fight like a man. Well why don't you?
Jake: I do.
Hunter: No you don't. You tried to have those two shits win this title for you. But I'm the champion of my own accord, and that's why I have it back over my shoulder where it properly belongs.
Jake: How do you know that's not a replica too?
Hunter scoffs.
Hunter: Please. You honestly think that I thought you destroyed this title?
Jake: You seemed to show anger when I did.
Hunter: A few years in drama camp will do that for you.
Jake: You went to drama camp?
Jake snickers to himself as Hunter looks down at his title again, caressing it slowly.
Hunter: I know how badly you want this. I wonder...does it hurt to know you'll never get it?
Jake: We'll see.
Hunter: No no. I'LL see you as you lie motionless and decrepit in the center of the ring while I proudly hold my title above you.
Jake: You sure do talk a lot.
Hunter: You sure don't.
Jake grits his teeth. Hunter's grins continues to widen as he realizes he has Jake exactly where he wants him. There is only one more thing left to do.
Hunter: May I ask a question?
Jake: Can I stop you either way?
Hunter: ...no.
Jake: Then proceed.
Hunter: Does it hurt?
Jake tries to figure out the punchline ahead of time, but he cannot manage to. Curiosity gets the best of him.
Jake: What?
Hunter: Knowing you're a massive hypocrite.
Jake: Wasn’t expecting that. I didn’t know being a hypocrite hurt anyone. And yhy do you think I'm a massive hypocrite again?
Hunter: Come on. You talked about not having the title and how you wanted to honestly take it back from me. To prove your point you even "destroyed" the title, saying you didn't need it or want it. And yet...
He looks down at it none-too-subtly, waiting for Jake to follow his gaze. When he does, he continues.
Hunter: ...you do. You've been a champion before, so you know full well that being the champion and having the championship are two very different things. And yet you know that both are necessary. Both are enjoyable. And both just feel that damn good. I DID go to sleep every night for the past few weeks still knowing that no matter what you did, you could not be the champion. Having the belt does not make you the champion and it never will. But in my case, having the belt just helps to prove a point.
Jake: That you have an odd fascination with shiny things?
Hunter: No.
He arguably grins wider than he has ever grinned before.
Hunter: That I'm better than you. And always will be.
Something inside Jake snaps and he instantly attacks, just as Hunter expected and just as Hunter wanted. He tosses the title aside and grabs Jake's foot midair, and then drops him to the ground. While Jake is on his back, Hunter lifts up his leg and attempts to stomp down on him, but Jake kips up on one leg. He then kicks Hunter in the side of the head and sends him flying into the wall. He charges in and ends up punching the wall, while Hunter spears him into the wall, lifts him up, and drops him over him. Just as he attempts another strike, two large bodyguards pull him back, and likewise a storm of them pour over Jake. After a moment, both Hunter and Jake are still, having been held back by the security guards. Ginger appears in the middle and looks at the two of them, shaking his head angrily.
Ginger: Why must you ALL act like CHILDREN!?
They do not respond. He sighs.
Ginger: I wanted to tell you two something in private, but I suppose this is a good a time as any: you will always be pulled apart if such unsanctioned brawls should erupt, because I have booked a match between the two of you for Ragnarok.
The fans explode into cheers as Ginger slowly nods.
Ginger: Yes, I'm making it official now: at Ragnarok, we will see Hunter defend his precious championship against Jake Cheng in a stipulation of my choosing, to be announced later. Now both of you get out of here, you still have a main event to put on!
The security guards slowly loosen their grips until they are sure neither man will attack the other. Hunter picks up his title and shoots a dirty look Jake's way, and then slightly raises it, pointing to it and mouthing a few words, shaking his head. He turns around before Jake can retort, but even then Jake does not move. Once Hunter is far away, Ginger and the guards leave Jake to his business, but Jake regardless does not move. He simply stares off in the direction that Hunter left to. But he is not completely motionless. After a long pause, he carries through with one simple gesture. But it is all he needs to do. It is all he always does.
He smiles.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:23:08 GMT -5
ACW – Cribs? Alex Richmond/Hitman We open with Alex Richmond facing the camera, a mic in hand. He has now changed out of his tracksuit and is wearing his suit. Behind him we can see numerous guitars, a drum kit and various pieces of music memorabilia.Richmond: Welcome to “ACW – Roomz” where I, Alex Richmond, go into other “star’s” locker rooms to show you what they’ve got hiding in here. I would just like to put out a quick thank you message to Thunderkiss for making all this possible.The “Thundergy” logo flashes onto the screen and Thunderkiss’ voice can be heard saying “Puts THUNDER in your veins!” Followed by the message “ACW – Roomz is brought to you by Thundergy”. Today I am in the locker room of -- erm...that tag team who are also part of a band – what’re they called?Cameraman: ...Demon Inc. Richmond: Yeah, that’s the one!Richmond turns and begins walking around the room, stopping next to a gold record.As you can see – Demon Inc have one gold record, probably a normal vinyl spray-painted gold or something. Over here is the collection of guitars belonging to Ken Dante. This is my favourite.Richmond takes an electric guitar off the wall – it is black with fire decals and a deep brown shaft.And over here is the drum kit belonging to Drowned Rat--Cameraman: That’s would be Punished Fox! Richmond: Wounded Mongoose, Damaged Weasel, Punished Fox what the hell does it really matter?! Fact is – he’s vermin. Anyway, where was I at? Oh yes, the drum kit – this is what Fox uses to produce his rhythmless drumming. Actually – let me give you a quick demonstration...Richmond steps behind the drum kit, Dante’s guitar in hand, and proceeds to raise the guitar above his head and bring it crashing down on the kit – effectively smashing it apart with a massive crash as well as breaking the guitar with a loud “twang” noise. Richmond smirks and steps out in front of the wreckage formerly known as a drum kit.Hey, what do you know – I’m better than Fox, and I’ve never even practiced!Richmond laughs and reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a business card before dropping on the destroyed drum kit. The camera zooms into the business card to show that it only contains two words...“Money Talks”As soon as the card is dropped, Richmond takes his leave after clearly stating his message to the thrashing tag team.Five minutes later...Ken and Fox are in their locker room, surverying the damage caused by one Alex Richmond. And as you'd probably expect, they're very, VERY pissed off. Fox frantically tries to piece back his shattered set but is having no such luck. Ken takes a step towards the set and notices the card Richmond left behind. He reads the words on it and scrunches it up.Ken: "FOX!" Fox jerks his head up to see an agitated Ken.Ken: "I think it's time we hit this punk where it hurts the most. You know how he wanted to make an impact? Well, I think we need to make a statement and show why ACW is not as forgiving as it seems." Fox: "You're absolutely right. No one fucks up my drums! NOBODY!" As the camera begins to fade out, the last image we are treated to is Fox's face scrunched up in anger.
Fade to Black.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:23:38 GMT -5
Segment: “Enter: The Snake Pit!” Credit: Rattlesnake/T-Kiss
[The Twin Snakes Alpha Tron ignites on the big screen and the fans prepare themselves for a close encounter with one of the dangerous men wrestling on the circuit today. Unlike previous nights, Cobra comes down to the ring not alone but with company. Dangling a few inches from the floor is a cloth bag that appears to be moving in a scene almost reminiscent of the days of Jake “the Snake” Roberts. One ringside, Cobra carefully pushes the bag inside and soon provides it company. Picking a microphone up off the ground, Cobra rises and prepares to strike out with some of his verbal venom.]
Cobra: Well Thunderkiss, after all this time in ACW it appears that your Achilles heel has finally been discovered...
[Cobra raises the bag up front and center. With extreme caution he reaches inside of it and pulls out a real live Cobra. Feelings of deja vu set in for those who watched this week’s Warfare, especially in those who experienced it first hand like the Worldbreaker.]
Cobra: Interesting animal, isn’t it? It’s a shame you don’t find the beauty in them that I do Thunderkiss. But you know what? I think I can help you get over your fear of snakes. Just like with any fear, one must confront it to overcome it. At Ragnarok, I’m going to bring a few of my little friends here and together you and I will face your fear together, or we will die trying! Hahahaha!
Thunderkiss: Or die trying? Seriously now is this Cobra the wrestler I’m dealing with tonight or Cobra Commander?!
[The unexpected words of his rival boom over the loud speakers as, pardon the pun, thunder in the cold night air. Startled, Cobra spins his body around in a 360 motion until he spots the source of the interruption, now standing tall on top of the steel ramp way.]
Cobra: Thunderkiss!
Thunderkiss *smirking*: That’s quite an interesting and bold statement you just made Cobra. Tell me, what makes you think I will agree to such a thing?
Cobra: Because you’re a “man’s man” right? A real .. people’s champion! You don’t want to look bad in front of your little Kiss Army, do you? That’s is why you are going to agree to my plans including the actual match itself - ACW’s first ever TRUE Snake Pit match! The rules are simple Thunderkiss. Outside the ring a large pit will be constructed that will contain literally HUNDREDS of snakes who will be just dying to meet you! To win, all you have to do is push me into the pit Thunderkiss! Certainly a task not out of the question for a man of your stature!
[Besides being an extreme challenge in the ring, one who dares tests Cobra should know that he is also an excellent manipulator. Pressing the right buttons on Thunderkiss, he easily controls him like strings on a puppet. The rational response would be not to agree to such extreme terms, but with TK’s ego on the line, his answer comes easy.]
Thunderkiss: I accept, you sick bastard!
Cobra: Oh don’t lay the blame on me Thunderkiss! A Cobra will only attack a human if provoked or in other extreme circumstances which threaten its survival! This whole situation is on *YOUR* hands Kiss for I was very much provoked! You wanted Cobra, you got Cobra, pal!
[Thunderkiss cannot argue with Cobra’s logic. He indeed wanted him to be unsuppressed from Snake’s consciousness, however his big plan blew right up in his face. Feeling that he has been shown up enough for a lifetime by this man, TK realizes that the time for running has come to an end.]
Thunderkiss: Tonight I’ve noticed you’ve provided me with a few snake facts Cobra, so in return its now my time to play Marlon Perkins. Did you know that Cobra bites are only fatal in about 10 percent of human cases? Not good odds, huh? However, one GOODNIGHT KISS proves fatal in 100% of wrestling careers. So tell me friend, are you still willing to gamble on his endeavor?
Cobra: Oh, I’m going to gamble alright Thunderkiss, but in the end it shall be you who rolls SNAKE EYES!
[“Blind” by Silverchair marks the end of this conflict for tonight. As both men head in opposite directions, they are thinking the same thing, that being are they truly up to the task both mentally and physically for the conditions of this match. ACW has seen its share of extreme and outrageous matches, but can any training prepare oneself for what lies ahead at Ragnarok? Stay tuned, true believer.]
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:24:31 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes vs. Andrew Starr – ACW Entertainment Championship (Credit: Jonny Hughes/Andrew Starr for ending) The assembled fans are eagerly anticipating the start of the following match, having watched the hatred between these two grow over the last few weeks and after the brutal attack Starr suffered at the hands of his opponent just three days ago it is safe to say that they are unsure of exactly what is going to happen but they are all entertaining the prospect of something unexpected that will make them jump out of their seats.Philip: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the Entertainment Championship…Introducing first…from Hollywood, California…he weighs in at 250lbs he is Andrew StarrrrrrrrLights quickly blink out, and the opening chords of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom blare through the Alphatron. Strobe lights blink in time with the bass of the song, primarily in time with the drummers strikes. The first scream from Alexi Laiho rings loud as the primary lights begin to come back on.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
Main lighting flickers on and off along with the guitar riffs as the intro continues for a few seconds longer before leading into the lyrics.
Don't hear, don't deem Drowning before you dive Don't care, commit To your self destruction drive
Several spotlights circle into center stage, where Andrew Starr is standing with his back to the crowd. His arms are flung outwards from his body, and head tilted up. Spinning around to face the ring, he taunts opponents and those in attendance as he makes his way to the ring.
I kiss the ground With love beyond forever Flip off the sky With bleeding fingers till I die
Starr reaches the ring by now and has rolled in. He cracks the joints in his neck, and jumps back and forth a bit to keep himself moving. The music dies out and Starr settles in ready to wrestle.
Philip: And his opponent…he is the reigning and defending Entertainment Champion and is making his first defense of his title…he hails from Hartlepool, England and weighs in at 220lbs…he is ‘The Shooter’ Jonny HughesThe murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by a quote from Malcolm X, 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 PersonalityThe booing becomes increasingly louder as Jonny Hughes steps onto the stage. Hughes makes his way to the edge of the stage before cockily throwing his hand towel in the air and catching it as it drops and striking a pose in perfect timing with a white burst of pyrotechnics from the AlphaTron. Hughes then makes his way straight to the ring, paying no heed to the fans who are hurling all kinds of abuse at him. He slides into the ring and heads for the nearest turnbuckle to pose for the less than appreciative fans at ringside before dropping from the turnbuckle and removing his jacket and hanging the towel on the turnbuckle as he waits for the start of the match.*Bell Rings*
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:25:15 GMT -5
As soon as the bell rings Hughes launches himself at Starr and starts hitting some clubbing blows to the back of his opponent. He forces Starr into the nearest corner and fires off three stiff chops that echo around the arena. He quickly drags Starr out of the corner and hits him with a series of brutal forearms smashes that send Starr stumbling towards the ropes, Hughes drags Starr away from the ropes and hits a quick short-arm clothesline before wrapping Starr’s legs around the bottom rope in a grapevine and pushing Starr upright, Hughes rolls out of the ring and climbs onto the apron before grabbing the arms of Starr and locking in an illegal stretch hold that torques away at the back of his opponent. Hughes utilizes as much of the referee’s count as possible before releasing the hold. He rolls back into the ring and climbs onto the ropes to pose for the fans, he is caught by surprise when he turns back towards the ring when he is hit by a huge running shoulder tackle by Andrew Starr. Starr follows this up by dragging Hughes to his feet and whipping him against the ropes before launching him in the air with a Back Body Drop. Starr starts violently stomping away at the head and neck of Hughes before picking him up off the mat and hoisting Hughes in the air for a big Scoop Slam that he follows up with a knee drop to the face of Hughes.
Starr picks Hughes up to his feet and grabs him for a suplex, he hoists Hughes into the air but is met with a huge knee to the head before he can execute the move. Hughes lands on his feet before quickly snapping off a swinging neckbreaker, he takes a moment to compose himself before grabbing a handful of Starr’s hair and locking him a Reverse Chinlock, Starr struggles to break the hold but as he does he exposes himself and leaves an arm free for Hughes to quickly lock in an armbar in the centre of the ring. The fans and Andrew Starr sense that this is a move that could end the match and react to it, the fans boo the move and try to encourage Starr to break the hold and Starr tries to figure out a way out of the move. He manages to work his way up to his knees, with Hughes still holding on to the move with stubborn persistence, Starr then turns so that Hughes is directly beneath him and uses his free arm to lift Hughes in the air and hit a powerbomb of sorts. Unfortunately for Starr this does not force Hughes to break the hold and the champion has increased the pressure on the hold, Starr quickly lifts Hughes into the air once more and hits yet another improvised powerbomb that this time forces Hughes to break the hold. Starr smashes Hughes in the face with a few right hands before taking a few steps backwards, in order to get some distance between Hughes and himself, Starr clutches his arm in pain and starts to extend it in an attempt to relived the pain, he stops when he notices Hughes start to stir and get to his feet. Starr delivers some clubbing blows to the back of Hughes that seem to have little effect as Hughes is still getting to his feet, Starr hits a huge right hand but Hughes responds with an open palmed slap to the face of Starr who responds with a slap of his own, the pair then begin a quick exchange of open handed slaps that get harder and harder with each that is thrown. Hughes puts a stop to this exchange by delivering one of his trademark forearm smashes that knocks his opponent for six, Hughes quickly follows this up with a quickly executed Fisherman Buster that drops Starr right on the top of his head. Hughes quickly follows this up with a pinfall attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
TH-Kickout
Hughes drags Starr to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry, he quickly rolls Starr off his shoulders and slams him down to the mat before hitting a stiff double stomp to the midsection, Hughes then charges against the ropes opposite and dives into the air for a Senton Splash on the rebound that connects with only hard canvas as Starr managed to roll out of the way of the oncoming attack. Both men get up to a vertical base and charge at each other, Starr throws a clothesline that Hughes rolls under, he waits for Starr to turn towards him before hitting The Showpiece which he once again follows up with a pinfall attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-Kickout
This failed pin attempt draws a cry of frustration from Hughes who quickly locks Starr in a Dragon Sleeper, he keeps the hold locked in for a few seconds before releasing it and unleashing a barrage of elbow strikes to the head of Andrew Starr who cries out in pain. The fans at ringside get to their feet because they sense that this could be the ending of the match as Andrew Starr’s eyes are starting to glaze over with every elbow strike that hits its target, out of pure desperation Starr reaches up and rakes the eyes of Hughes which forces Hughes to stop his relentless assault. Both men slowly amble to their feet when their eyes meet Hughes rushes towards his opponent for a lariat attempt which Starr scouts and ducks underneath, he manages to position himself directly behind Hughes and lifts him onto his shoulder in a reverse fireman’s carry position, he steps towards the centre of the ring before executing his trademark move Dead On Impact.
Both men take a moment to collect their breath after the previous, earth-shattering attack. Starr is the first to stir and positions himself to cover Hughes… ONE!
Hughes doesn’t give any sign of movement, and Starr hooks the leg to dig it in deeper.
TWO!
Starr shows a mischievous grin, but continues to hold the pin.
THR---
The pin is broken up, but Hughes still hasn’t moved from his position. Starr has sat up and relinquished his hold on Hughes![/i]
“Fast” Eddie Edison: What is he doing, he had the match won!
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:25:51 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally:Yes, appears he did, and still does. But looks like Starr is going for more then just a win here!
Starr looks at Hughes with a scowl before rolling out of the ring. He searches under the curtain, hoping to find what he is looking for. However, he isn’t able to find anything, and looks over at where Philip is sitting. His scowl turns into a looking of evil pleasure as he moves over to Philip and forces him up, taking the chair he was sitting on and chucking it into the ring. Starr banters with a few fans, riling them up even more before re-entering the ring. Without a moments hesitation, Starr sets up the chair about four feet from the near turnbuckle and moves over to grab Hughes. By now, Hughes is just coherent enough to stand on his own, but he appears to be at a loss of where he is at. With nearly no resistance, Starr moves Hughes to the turnbuckle. Putting Hughes' legs up onto the second rung, Starr places his opponent's head face down under his arm in a DDT position. Starr has taken the time to line up Hughes' head with the chair back, and in a jumping motion, proceeds to fall into a particularly harsh DDT, with Hughes' throat driven directly into the chair.
!GASP!
Collectively the crowd, referee, announcers, and Hughes breathe in sharply upon impact. Hughes' eyes instantly open and he gasps for breath that doesn’t come, unable to breathe after the impact to his throat. Starr returns to his feet as the referee immediately puts his arms up in an "X" symbol, signalling the paramedics down to the ring. Two paramedics roll into the ring, and Starr is forced back from Hughes by the referee. Well, kinda just held there as Starr makes no attempt to get at Hughes again, knowing full well he accomplished what he came to do. He laughs to himself for a second before moving into an all out laughing hysteria. Before exiting the ring, he grabs a mic from Philip. He walks up the ramp entrance and stands up at the top of the entrance way, not even turning around to address Hughes to his face.
Starr: And that’s why you don’t try to beat me at my own game. Violence has always been my calling, any ACW fan knows that. I may not get the title today, but Ive done something much more significant. I've sacrificed my title win for the sake of entertainment, the entertainment of seeing me once again decimate my opponent in the most violent fashion I know. I'll have my title soon enough, and when that time comes, I want Jonny to ask himself if, really, those will be his last steps?[/color]
Starr drops the mic and moves behind the AlphaTron and to the backstage area. Back in the ring, Hughes has had a breathe tube forced into his throat, and though laboured, he is able to breathe again. The paramedics have gotten him strapped onto a backboard, and slid to the side of the ring, where he is positioned onto a gurney to be moved to the back. No cheers nor jeers are given has he leaves, the arena is amazingly silent as Hughes is moved behind the curtain. Even though he is hated by the audience, it is a hard pill to swallow to see a fellow humans throat crushed by another intentionally and with such force that Andrew Starr has accomplished tonight. What will Hughes' condition be come Monday, and what will he have in store for Starr? Will Starr have even more to give to Hughes? And will Starr get another shot at the title, eventually giving him that gold he wants? Only time will tell...
Winner: Jonny Hughes by Disqualification
Fade To Black
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:26:42 GMT -5
Segment: A Declaration of Pain (Credit: BK London)
Interview promos, they used to be BK London's thing. BK London would have no problem mouthing off to interviews about his opponent for the night, or one of his opponents for the upcoming show, or just about a big event that happened recently in his career. But since his return, the appeal of interviewers hasn't exactly grabbed him.
Sure, he was in that sit down interview with Matthew Culhane, but at the end he ended up storming out after a very penetrating question. He was, and still is, determined NOT to answer any questions about his personal life but just keep everything on the professional side. He wanted to avoid such questions about his wife, and that made him avoid interviews altogether.
But Gingerdude managed to appoint him an interview tonight, simply because there have been many questions left unanswered. He believes the presence of an interviewer, could perhaps answer the questions that has been boggling the minds of viewers for the past week or so. BK London wasn't necessarily happy about that, but it was a challenge he was willing to overcome. Never in his life was he so hellbent on avoiding the personal questions, he felt like a celebrity who was involved in a huge media scandal - and he never wanted to be one of those. He simply wanted to be BK London, the man who entertained you from 8PM to 10PM on Monday and Thursday Nights.
BK London was making his way to the interview section when he stumbled upon Kevin Anderson, someone who has been questioning his future in ACW - someone who wanted be treated with a bit more respect, but no one took him seriously. Kevin saw BK London coming down the hallway, and expected the interview to be with him - but oh how he was wrong.
Kevin: BK London! My main man, how has things been?
BK London: It's been great...just great.
Kevin: That's awesome. Now, I know you and I have that big interview scheduled right now - but I don't really have any questions since I wasn't really told about it by management - must've slip their minds. But, I've been keeping up with the shows and I think my mind can create some sufficient questions for an interview. How does that sound?
BK London: That sounds great and all Kevin, but my interview isn't with you tonight. It's with Charlotte.
Kevin: Charlotte?
BK London: Charlotte.
Rejection.
If there was one of those motivation posters right now, with the subject of rejection on it - Kevin's face would be right up at the forefront. Once again, he was brushed away from the Scoop of the century because management loved Charlotte more. He was Kevin "THE SCOOP" Anderson for the reason. Within seconds, Charlotte shows up behind Kevin and with his head sunk low, he heads off camera.
Charlotte: What was that all about?
BK London: No idea, but let's start this interview.
Charlotte: No problem, now BK London - tonight you go into a match against three of the baddest men to walk into ACW: No. 1 Contender for the World Title, Jake Cheng; Leader of the Entourage, Thunderkiss; and last but not least, your rival for the past few months, Adrian Flamingo. But you have the chance to team up with former ACW Heavyweight Champion, The Senator and the current ACW Heavyweight Champion, Hunter. How do you think you will fare in such a match?
BK London: Charlotte, there's no doubt in my mind that my team will leave this match without our names being announced as the victors. The Senator, Hunter, and I - as much as we've had our differences in the past - are on the same page for tonight. And when you place three superpowers as us together, there's no stopping us. We may not be moving into HD Charlotte, but the thought of us three walking out the victors couldn't be any more clearer.
Charlotte: Well said BK, now, last week on Meltdown - thanks to Adrian Flamingo - you suffered a huge loss to Libertines. This Monday, on what happened to be his birthday, you chose instead of attacking him - to deliver a threat. A threat that basically said, you are going to end the career of Adrian Flamingo on your own accord. Now BK, you had the opportunity to finish Flamingo off right there - why not strike with the best opportunity you had?
BK London: Guys like Adrian Flamingo need to sweat Charlotte. He walks around the arena, thinking he's damn near invincible, impecable, untouchable - but I'm going to show him that he's not even close. We have a match together at Ragnarok, but who's to say that I won't choose to strike before. Charlotte, he systematically ruined my life over the course of 3 short months, but I'm going to end his career in a matter of a few short moments. I've suffered for too much for too LONG, not to extract my revenge - and not his Uncle Mickey, not Gingerdude, not the 173rd Airborne - is going to stop me from breaking him in half. Hunter or The Senator is none of his concern tonight, just as Jake or Thunderkiss is none of mine. I'm looking straight through them, and targeting you Adrian - so watch your back tonight because well...shit happens.
And with that, BK London walks off camera and toward his match in a matter of seconds. Never has BK London been so fired up about extracting revenge in his life. Tonight marks his first encounter against Adrian Flamingo in a LONG LONG time, and he's going to make the most of it going into Ragnarok.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 17, 2008 17:27:30 GMT -5
Segment: Plan Rearranged (Credit: Freeman)
Freeman walks down the hallways angrily…him and Hughes had a plan tonight…but now that Hughes was hurt…it looked like that was definitely not happening…Everything was going great, and he had finally won Hughes over...although he could tell that he had barely managed to do so. It was obvious Hughes was not completely in it, but as for now, that would have done well. Now, the plan is TOTALLY gone. Freeman walks into the medical room, and sees Hughes lying down in pain…clutching his throat…Freeman sighs and walks over to him…
Freeman: Look, I understand that there is no way that we’re going through with the plan tonight…but…I mean, this is what I was talking about! Once again, Entourage strikes. Sure, it wasn’t the same guy. But it’s all the same now. In our war, they got another victory. Looks like we’ve lost another small battle, Hughes.
A brief pause…Hughes is gasping for breath…he is obviously in pain, but he still tries to talk anyways, surprising Freeman…Hughes starts to sit up a little bit, as Freeman looks on...
Hughes: …M-M-Monday……..
He gasps again, and lies back down. Freeman looks at him for a second, nods, and turns away, leaving the medics to tend to Hughes. Freeman walks out of the room, and nods to himself…disappointed that Hughes was attacked, but knowing that in the end…for him at least…this may turn out to be a positive, because if Hughes wasn't totally ready to go along with him before, he certainly was now…and that wouldn’t be good for Richmond…
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