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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:37:07 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown January 31st 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------------
Mr. Red vs. The Libertines
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Rena Matheson vs. Jin
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Mo-Jo vs. Demon Inc
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Submission Match Silencio vs. Jon Taylor
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Thunderkiss vs. Ricky Falcon
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:38:24 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Announcement Of The Ages...And Here’s Your New Champion Too! (Credit: Jake Cheng/BK London)
In a giant commotion of pyros, laser lights and fanatic cheers, the television audience is welcomes to Thursday Night Meltdown. The camera pans over the fans as they wave clever signs and jump up at down for their split second of fame. The camera then focuses on the ring, where Philip stands in the center, microphone in hand.
Philip: Ladies and Gentleman, you’re new ACW World Champion...Jake Cheng!
”Second to None“ by Styles of Beyond plays over the PA system and the 14K Triad walks out onto the ramp: Jake of course in the middle of the other two, the title belt in the over-the-shoulder position. The crowd isn’t too happy to see Jake, to put it nicely, but he couldn’t give two shits, as the sharply dressed Asian men strut down the ramp and around the ring to the stairs. Wing Yin and Lee Yang hold the ropes down for Jake and he enters the ring first and grabs the microphone from Philip.
Jake: Hello ACW. And before you decide to boo anymore, I’d like to say, I’m quite disappointed in you.
And they boo again. And in their hatred, they noticed a change in Jake’s voice. And before you think of some lame puberty joke, its not a physical change. It’s a change in the way he is speaking. More confidence, assertion; signs of a championship.
Jake: I thought you all would be happy to see my in this ring with the title. I mean, its better than Hunter.
Silence consumes the ACW arena until one drunk man in the front row decides to speak up:
Drunk: GOT THAT FUCKING RIGHT!
The audience bursts into the laughter and a smile can be seen on the champion’s face.
Jake: Now that we have that settled, I’m going to get right to the point. This championship is the most elite prize we have here in ACW and only the most elite will earn it. And to find who is most elite, I have deci-
Ginger’s theme hits in the middle of Jake’s sentence, and the Chairman walks out of the Alphatron and stands on the stage.
Ginger: Listen, Jake, I know you have your own little plans for your World Championship, but ACW has its own rules that you have to follow. A great man once said "With great power comes great responsibility", and your responsibility is to headline and sell out pay-per views. That's why at Bloody Valentine, your ACW Heavyweight Championship will be on the line against a very special opponent.
The title has only been in new hands for five days and the Chairman is already talking about the next championship match. Jake is livid about it, but Ginger isn’t done.
Ginger: But the question lies, Who is the next number one contender? Who is the next man or woman to step up and make a name for themselves like you have in the past month? Well, the answer to that question...lies within the hands of each and every fan here tonight, and with every fan here and at home.
Jake: Whoa Ginger, hold the fucking phone. You're telling me that those morons get to choose who I fight?
Ginger: Yes Jake, the fans will choose who you will face at Bloody Valentine. But they have only two choices onto which they can cast their vote. Throughout the week, the fans will vote on who they want you to fight at Bloody Valentine, and next week, at the beginning of the show, we will announce the winner. Later in the night, the contract signing between you and the contender will take place. Now, are you ready to hear the possible contenders?
The fans cheer loudly as the Champion displays his frustration at Ginger’s announcement. He half says ‘This is bullshit’ in the microphone, but it is inaudible over the cheers of the crowd. The Chairman smiles, in his head trying to calculate the ratings boost he will be getting from this.
Ginger: Alright, hush up. The first possible contender is a man who has never had a World Title shot here in ACW. This 350 pound behemoth likes to think he runs ACW with the rest of the Entourage, when we all know I do. The only ACW superstar with one eye, Mr. 500%, THUNDERKISS!
Due to the loud pop from the estatic ACW fans, the arena combusts, killing all fans and wrestlers inside. Hmm, I think I botched the metaphor...Nonetheless, it seems the entire audience is on their feet cheers as many little kids at home mark out.
Ginger: Yes yes, exciting stuff. But wait, there’s more. The next possible contender is a two time World Champion and also the first ACW Triple Crown Champion and ACW's only Grand Slam Champion. Mr. Cheng’s ex-tag team partner, BK London!
While the crowd pops loudly for the Blueprint of Success, Jake’s reaction in the ring is much bigger. He simply stares up at the Chairman, and takes a page from his Ragnarok opponent’s book at smiles creepily.
Jake: That’s quite the announcement Ginger. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do. Oh, and thank you.
Jake tosses the microphone to Philip, who struggles to catch it, and almost as if he was possessed, leaves the ring and proceeds backstage. Ginger just looks confused, but shakes it up and goes back to his ACW fans.
Ginger: Well, there you have it. Remember to vote on www dot ACW dot com or at the number on your screens.
Fade Out
OOC: There will be a topic on the ACW Talk board after this segment is posted where you, yes you, can vote for Jake opponent at Bloody Valentine.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:41:39 GMT -5
Segment: No more monkeys jumping on my back (Credit: BK London)
A simple monkey off his back was an understatement.
BK London felt like he got the entire group of chimpanzees off his back with what he accomplished just five nights ago at Ragnarok. It wasn't exactly the five star classic that BK London was known to put on, but then again, it wasn't a total dud of a match either. But really, the quality of the match was the last of BK London's concerns, all he really was concerned about was payback.
As he stepped in the building to a nice little response from the crowd, all that was running through his mind was the final moments in his match at Ragnarok. The final moments in which Mickey Flamingo soared through the air as he came off the top rope, flying like a...like a..well, like a Flamingo.
BK would catch a glimpse of the rather large man in the corner of his eye, coming down while attired in incredibly loud neon green and pink tights. There wasn't much time to think, as any second now Flamingo could've taken out BK in his one fatal swoop. Almost instinctively, BK pushed off his left foot and raised his right hock in the air. Before he knew it, he connected perfectly with the chin of the 48 year old - sending his head snapping back quickly before he dropped to the canvas.
It was one of the best superkicks of his career, not just for the way it was performed, but the sweet feeling he felt after he connected with it. The sweet feeling continued through Saturday Night, Sunday Morning, all the way to right now where he presently stands. With that one kick, he won the battle, but the war was far from over. But as long as the war was on hiatus, he figured this was the most opportune time to head out for what his mind was always set upon. The ACW Championship.
At Ragnarok, they crowned a new champion. Well it was time to find a new challenger.
As quick as he reached to his locker room, he was stopped by ACW correspondant Charlotte King.
Charlotte: BK, have you heard the news?
BK London: No. What news? I just entered the building.
Charlotte: Oh well I've got something big to tell you.
The pair entered BK London's locker room as the scene faded out.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:43:01 GMT -5
Segment: loopholes. [Credit: Rena]
Sunday, January 27, 2008 3:45pm
Rena had not appeared at Ragnarok like he had requested, but she was in his office now- only a day later. He called her late Saturday in Los Angeles to hold a meeting with her, setting her up with a first class plane ticket to come to the offices. She was now sitting before him, her legs on his desk tangled together.
Rena: Make this quick, I have a tanning appointment at 4:30 and I hate being late.
Gingerdude: That’s funny because you’re two hours late.
Rena: The plane took a while.
Ginger: No it didn’t. I had someone call me when you landed. You landed three hours ago, giving you an hour to get here. More than enough time, but it seems you couldn’t handle that.
Rena: Oh calm down.
She was now speaking with a cigarette dangling out of her mouth. She lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke into her lungs.
Ginger: This entire building is non-smoking.
Rena: Oh I’m sorry.
She looks at it and blew a large smoke ring into his face. After wiping the smoke away from himself, he grabbed the cigarette out of her hand and pressed it into a potted plant close to him.
Ginger: Now, I want to talk to you about your contract.
Rena: I’m sorry. No appearances, I’m too busy.
Ginger: No you aren’t. I took the liberty of cancelling your schedule. You are coming back to ACW.
Rena: Excuse me!? I don’t fucking think-
Ginger: Smoking and now swearing at me? Tsk, tsk…
Rena: I’m not coming back. I-
Ginger: You what? Signed the contract? Well I’m sorry but if you completely read the fine print you would have seen that the contract can become null and void if the company requests out of pure desperation that you, Rena Matheson, need to be back within the company full-time.
Rena: As if. Fuck that noise. Ginger: Would you like to take a look?
Rena: No, it’s fine.
Ginger: Good. Well you have a match on Thursday! Excited?
Rena: Thrilled.
Ginger: Well, welcome back.
Rena: I think I need a drink.
Ginger: From what I’m reading, you’re well-stocked for another holocaust. Or that’s what TMZ dot com said.
Rena: They can’t get enough of me.
Ginger: And for the wrong reasons. Well, that is all…I’ll have someone open up your old office again. And I’m sure we’ll find you a hotel to stay in for a few nights before you find a residence. I’m assuming you’ll-
Rena: I’ve already found a hotel. I didn’t want just another cockroach shit hole you used to put me in.
Ginger: We had you in the finest-
Rena: Four-star hotels who claimed they were five. I’m staying in a five who is a five.
She picked up her clutch purse and walked out of Gingerdude’s office, with as much attitude as she could have possibly wiggled out from her swinging hips. Ginger smiled, knowing the bitch was back. As she left his office, she took another cigarette from the purse and lit it, pressing her body against the door and she inhaled and exhaled. As she continued down the hall, Charlotte King ran up towards Rena smiling.
Charlotte: Oh hi, Rena! I should tell you, though…umm…smoking isn’t permitted in this building! Hehehe-
Rena: Fuck off, bitch!
Charlotte didn’t even get to finish her little giggle fit before she was pushed against the wall and slunk to the floor staring at Rena in confusion and anger.
[Fade]
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:43:51 GMT -5
Segment: Getting in (Credit: Red)
The camera fades in at the entrance to the arena where a pair of security guards are on duty, checking in the superstars and checking their bags to see if illegal items are being brought in. Gabriel Peters is shown walking toward the security checkpoint. He slows slightly upon seeing both of the guards.
Gabriel stops and begins to look around for another way into the arena that won’t involve him getting checked. It is obvious that he has stuff in his bags that aren’t allowed in the arena. He begins to move his way to the back of the arena where he comes to a door. He tugs at the door but quickly finds out that it is locked. He knocks on the door to see if anyone curiously comes to check the noise. No one answers.
Gabriel props himself against the wall outside the building and waits for someone to come to the door. After about 10 minutes, the door opens. A young man walks out carrying a bag of garbage. He spots Peters and quickly moves back to guard the door.
Worker: Hey, you can come in here! This is not an entrance to the arena.
Gabriel maintains his cool and begins to stare at the kid with the coldest of looks.
Gabriel: I can make this an entrance if I want to. There isn’t a single person that I know of that will stop me.
Worker: I can call for security. They will come and take care of you.
Gabriel: By the time the guards even get out here, you will be long dead and I will be somewhere in the arena. They won’t even have a clue who killed you either.
The young worker gulps and slowly inches toward the alarm just inside the door. Gabriel motions for him to wait a second. He reaches inside his bag and pulls out the firearm that he had with him at the Ragnarok. The worker’s face turns white as he sees the barrel of the gun planted at the tip of his nose.
Gabriel: You have two choices. A, you can let me through. We can pretend we never saw each other and best of all….you live. B, you pull on that alarm. I will blow your head clean off your head. I enter the arena. You leave on a gurney. What’s it going to be?
Another camera is making its way to the kitchen. The only thing that is heard on this camera is a loud shot. The camera picks up speed and races toward the back door. The only thing that it sees upon reaching the door is the young worker lying on the ground with half his face missing.
The camera looks around but doesn’t find Gabriel anywhere.
[bFADE OUT][/b]
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:45:02 GMT -5
Segment: Small talk Credit: Jon Taylor
It is Thursday 31st January 2008, coming off one of the biggest PPVs in recent months ACW has it hit its stride again. Gone has the low ratings, bad morale and small cards. The new year has seen ACW come back with a bang. At Ragnarok a new world champion was crowned; Jake Cheng. After one of the most exciting feuds in ACW's recent history Cheng was just that fraction better and was able to pull the victory away from the grasp of now former world champion; Hunter. But no, this isn't about Hunter, Cheng or even the world title this is about the one know as Mr. Wrestling, the one known as the current ACW International Champion - yes that's right; Jon Taylor. January was a mixed month for Taylor, despite retaining his championship against Rattlesnake he went on a 2 week losing streak suffering losses against Adrian Flamingo and Atomic Kitsune. However, after two matches in which he was a whisker away from winning (a no contest with Jason Freeman and a draw with Jonny Hughes) things began to look up for Taylor. True to form, last Sunday against The Libertines, Taylor was truly devastating. Displaying a new array of confidence, aggression and even a new style Taylor laid Libertines to waste. From the devastating knees in the move named "The Clinch" which buckled Libertines's legs to the Taylor Made which finished the match, Jon Taylor was truly dominating in a one sided match.
The setting is the locker room of Taylor. Taylor can seen preparing for his match by practicing his new strikes against a heavy bag, With much more accuracy, speed and power than previously seen the strikes look brutal against even the huge heavy bag. The locker room looks pretty much the same as usual, apart from the addition of the heavy bag, as per usual Taylor's treasured championship is placed on a chair, and his sports bag next to it. There is a knock at door, followed by the sound of the door opening. Taylor looks to see who or what it is.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Hey, i'm back.
Taylor's expression changes from a curious one to an expecting one. Bill appears to be quite pleased with himself.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
You took your time.
A smile appears on the face of Bill.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Yea, sorry 'bout that. Got a bit caught up with a couple of the ladies.
Bill's smile grows larger, Taylor doesn't look to be too pleased.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Please say you weren't hitting on any women on the roster, again.
Bill appears to be slightly offended by this comment.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I beg ya pardon? They approached me, actually. Appears I still got it.
Bill pauses, with a slight look of disappoint on his face.
And no, unfortunately they weren't any of the ladies on the roster. However-
Taylor interrupts Bill before he can come up with anymore ideas related to the ACW ladies.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Moving on. Did you do what I asked you to do?
Bill thinks to himself for a moment.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Oh yea. You're on in 10.
Taylor doesn't look too pleased. The tone of his voice indicates a bit of sarcasm.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
If you weren't too busy messing around with the OAPs I could of had more preparation time. Thanks.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Hey, hey! They were younger than me, thank you very much!
Taylor's expression changes from a slightly pissed off one to a cheeky grin.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Well, that isn't hard now, is it?
There is silence for a moment or two, presumably Bill is trying to think of a witty come back.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Are we going to go already, or are you going to make trip almost go to waste?
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Fine, but keep your eyes off the ladies and on the task in hand, ok?
A look of disappointment comes across the face of Bill.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Bu....fine!
Never one to live his valuables in the reach of others Taylor picks up his title and puts it around his waist. Taylor promptly exits the room, followed by Bill, who appears to be in a more serious mood than before.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:46:43 GMT -5
Segment: Intoxicate me, I’m a lush. [Credit: Rena]
…: Are you drunk?
Rena: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Gingie!
Ginger was in her new office, redecorated to fit the ‘2008 style’ as she put it. He glanced over at two bottles of vodka and cranberry juice, one empty and the other half full. She had now taken a seat, bracing herself very slowly for the short fall into the leather chair. She looked up at Ginger with glossed eyes and smiled.
Ginger: Oh no.
Rena: WHAAAT?
Ginger: Get some coffee into you, now!
Rena: Whayyy Ginnggi..Ging…Gin..mmm I want some gin now.
Ginger: Rena!
Rena: Mark!
Ginger: I’m not Mark.
Rena: What?
Ginger: It’s Gingerdude.
Rena: GINGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE when diddd….did you get here?
She was getting up to give him a hug, but she stumbled halfway. He caught her, setting her back down.
Ginger: I’m going to get you some coffee.
Rena: Okay. Buuut waittt…
Ginger: What?
Rena: I….it’s a secret.
She giggled, motioning to him, talking quietly.
Ginger: There’s no one here.
Rena: Shhhh…come here.
Ginger: What?
He was close to her. She was smiling, an then slapped him very hard giggling to herself.
Rena: Go now! Get me some Irish Coffee!
Ginger: I don’t think so. And I’m taking these…You have a match soon!
He grabbed the bottles of alcohol and left, shaking his head. Rena waited until he left and stumbled over to her vanity. Out, she pulled a flask and took a drink as if she had finally found a fountain in a desert.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:48:43 GMT -5
Match 1: Mr. Red vs. The Libertines (Credit: Silencio)
Delivery by the babyshambles hits the PA System as the fans get to their feet and boo. A shadow is dawned upon the entrance ramp, but we see no The Libertines. The fans keep booing for a while, but soon they get bored and get confused
Phillip Jones – Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from London England, weighting in at Two Hundred and Thirty Six pounds, he is THE LIBERTINES!!!
The shadow soon disappears as The Libertines is seen in full sight, coming out from the back. The deadness fades away as all of the fans jeer at the one, the only, The Libertines, bitch. The Libertines makes a B-Line to the ring, and for once ignoring the fans. The Libertines then slides under the bottom rope and turns around, getting up on the ropes waiting for his opponent
Reds Fan by Freakbass plays as the fans look at the entrance way. Mr. Red makes his way out from the back and keeps his focus on The Libertines, who is still on the ropes waiting for Red to slide in. Mr. Red slowly walks down the entrance ramp, keeping his eyes on The Libertines.
Phillip Jones – And from Columbus Ohio, weighting in at Two Hundred pounds, MISSSSTTTTEEERRRRRR REDDD!
Red stops just outside the ring as The Libertines is yelling and signaling for him to get inside the ring. Red is also yelling at The Libertines, as he wants The Libertines to come outside the ring. Red and The Libertines lost their previous matches to FSX and Jon Taylor respectively, as both want to rebound. Red then stops talking trash as The Libertines keeps yelling profanities at Red. Red then runs to slide under the ring, but he feints the slide as The Libertines reaches down but only grabs the apron! Red sees this opportunity and milks it as he then runs to the ring and takes a hold of Lib’s legs and pulls them down as Lib falls down to the mat. Red then pulls Lib right out of the ring as the back of The Libertine’s head hits the floor violently.
Lib holds the back of his head as Red mounts himself on Lib’s torso and starts punching Lib right in the face. Referee Joey Reynolds starts yelling at the two to get in the ring but Red keeps hammering rights to the face of Lib. Lib then pokes Red right in the eye as Red gets up but quickly falls to the floor. Lib gets up and shakes his head rapidly as he waits for Red to get up. Red gets up and turns around as he is hit with an uppercut. Red responds back with a knife edged chop that echoes throughout the arena. Lib yells out in pain and staggers back to the ring, but Red takes him by the shoulders and throws him away and to the floor. Lib gets up and is hit with another knife edge chop, and another, and another as he is then hit with a straight left hand punch. Red then hits Lib again with yet another knife edged chop as Red then finishes it off with an uppercut that as Lib fall right to the ground.
Red then takes Lib up by the hair and takes him to the steel steps as he smashes Lib’s face onto the steel steps. Red takes a hold of Lib again and smashes his face to the steps again. Red then grabs Lib by the hair and wipes Lib’s face across the steps. Red then smashes Lib’s face on the steps a last time as he falls to the ground. The steps reveal to have a line of blood as we see that The Libertines is busted open as his forehead his cut open and his nose is bleeding, and probably broken. Red then takes The Libertines by the hair and props him up, but Lib counters with a slap to the face and a vertical suplex to the ground that turns the tide in his favor. Lib gets up in the seated position and rests a while before getting up as he rapidly stomps Red’s downed body. Reynolds starts yelling at Lib to get in the ring, but Lib doesn’t hear him, nor does he want to. Lib then picks up Red and whips him into the same steel steps as one of the knees of Red collide as Red front flips over the steps due to the immense impact. The Libertines cracks a sick smile ear to ear as he walks over to Red, who is favoring his right knee. Lib picks up Red by his right leg and puts it on top of the steps, positioning the right knee as Lib gets up on the steel steps and jumps up, hitting the knee with a double foot stomp. Red yells out in pain as Lib outstretches both arms in the air and yells out to the fans that he’s better than Mr. Red. Lib then picks up Red and puts his head onto his right shoulder as Lib runs up the steps and connects with a Shiranui onto the floor!
Reynolds has had it. He starts yelling at Lib that if he doesn’t get in the ring at ten he will DQ him. Lib then picks up Red and rolls him into the ring as Reynolds rings the bell. The match officially starts as Lib goes for the cover! Reynolds runs and trips right by the side of Lib and counts, 1…2….3 NO! Red somehow managed to kick out, to Lib’s chagrin. The fans can’t believe it as The Libertines gets up and stares at Red. Lib then runs to the right section of the ropes and jumps up on the second rope and flies with a springboard corkscrew moonsault, but no one home as Red rolls out of the way as Lib crashes and burns! Red then gets up on one leg as he picks up Lib and hits Lib with a knife edged chop. Lib staggers to the top left corner as Red hops up on the second rope and starts hammering away
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Red then moves out of the way while still on the second rope and throws The Libertines out from the corner. Lib runs out and turns to Red as Red connects with a missile dropkick to the chest that sends Lib straight to the ground! Red covers, 1…2…kickout! Red then limbs up to one leg and favors his right knee more as he picks up Lib, but Lib kicks Red right in the right knee cap as Red goes down onto that knee. Lib then picks up Red and takes him by the right leg and lifts him off the ground and onto his stomach, and locks in a half crab, with all the pressure being pinpointed on the knee.
Red yells out in pain as Reynolds slides over to Red and asks Red if he gives up, but Red shakes his head. Red then applies a grip on the bottom rope as Reynolds signals for The Libertines to break the hold. Lib makes full use of the count and lets go at the four count. Lib then pulls Red to the middle of the ring my his right leg and starts stomping away. Lib starts to get tired as he then jumps up and hits a senton splash to Red’s back. Lib then takes a hold of Red’s knee and picks him up and slams the knee down with full force. Red rolls around holding his knee as Lib locks in a kneebar. Red quickly rolls to the ropes as Lib still has the kneebar locked in. Lib again makes full use of the count and breaks it at four. Lib then picks up Red again, but Red puts The Libertines into a small package! 1...2….Kick out! Red slams his fist against the mat as Lib gets up quickly and sees Red up on his right knee. Lib runs and jumps with a shining enzuigiri, but Red ducks with perfect timing as The Libertines falls flat to the floor. Red the gets up on both his feet and waits for Lib as Lib turns around and is met with the British Fall DDT! (Scoop Inverted DDT) Red covers, 1…..2….kickout! Red can’t believe it, he almost had The Libertines!
Red then picks up Lib and hits him with a hard scoop slam. Red runs to the ropes and hits Lib with a baseball slide to the face. Lib twists onto his back from impact as Red covers, but barely a two count. Red then picks up Lib as he kicks him in the gut and drops him with the Drop of Red! (Tiger Driver 91) Red falls to the ground due to exhaustion as Lib seems to be lifeless. Both Red and Lib can’t seem to make it up! Reynolds starts the count!
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:49:07 GMT -5
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Red drapes his right arm over Lib’s chest as the ref falls right to the ground and counts to…
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Reds Fan by Freakbass hits the PA System as Mr. Red gets onto one leg as Reynolds raises his arm in the air.
Phillip Jones – Here is your winner, MIIIIIIISSSSSSTTTTEEERRRRRR REEEDDDDD!
Red goes onto his right knee as he favors it again. Red goes onto his back and roll out of the ring as he raises his arm in the air again looking at the fans.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:54:03 GMT -5
Segment: Snap it. Smash it. Crack i-- OH THE AGONY! (Credit: FSX)
Quite the day of excitement and feverish energy, isn't it? Can't you just taste the undeniable anticipation and raw sweat that happens to be radiating off of each and every screaming fan in attendance tonight? Can't you smell the horrid odor of this poorly ventilated vicinity as everyone bounces up and down with adrenaline at the fact they get to watch people fight for money?! CAN'T YOU?! Anyway, with a more serious breeze and tone of all that is occurring, it appears this is the first show following the amazing apocalypse that was Ragnarok. Being the first PPV of the new year it managed to do something that many before it failed to time and time again, and some had given up on long ago...and this is get everyone and anyone interested and excited about ACW once again! And a few about the return of Fallout, but that's a matter better left for cheap commercials! As the camera pans out on the crowd here tonight, the faceless masses scream eagerly for something bloody and wonderful to take place in the ring, so they don't have to pay any more mind to the fact they are trapped like rats until the end of the show. As time progresses with nothing really occurring, one might think that an incredibly exciting backstage segment would take place! One would be right, too!...Wait...does Fallen Souls count as exciting? That's debateable..
But either way, it doesn't change the fact that we all get a good look into what he's up to tonight! For the most part it appears he's laying in a tub of ice and aching horribly from the beat down he received just a few short days ago at the hands of ACW's best kept MONSTROUS SECRET!!!!....Mr. Red. Following the contest it was noted that Fallen spent no time wobbling to the back, and was never seen again that evening..in fact, he hadn't been spotted by anyone at all until now! Those walking through the Hallway's and pondering just why there was a large tub of ice in the middle of it, or why a nearly naked Korean was groaning and soaking in his own juices, didn't seem to make any effort to stop and actually ask The Fallen One, as he wouldn't of answered them anyway. He appeared quite cut off from the world around him, and it's not as if he had a match tonight anyway. In fact, one could say he has no good reason to be here at all.
FSX: Everything...ache....bad....pain...PAIN!
He startles a few in the back around him as he suddenly sits up in the tub of ice and cries out, having a good look around him after a moment.
FSX: Wait...where am I? This tub was in the Senatorial Locker room last night.. What's with all you guys hanging around here, anyway? Shouldn't you be at home and enjoying the break from action?
Everyone seems to be trying to ignore FSX as he suddenly stands up from the ice, some giving a sigh of relief as it's proven he's still wearing pants. Fallen looks around at everyone confused for a moment, stepping out of the tub of ice now as he begins to make his way to the closest individual to him.
FSX: Well, guy? Why is everyone still hanging around back here?
Man #Backstage: Well....probably because it's Thursday and Meltdown is already underway, though I'm sure it could just be because they like watching an unconscious foreigner sleeping in a bucket of ice..
Fallen seems to stare off in the distance as he ponders what the man said, before he lets out an angry cry and winds up to strike the man in the face, though for no apparent reason. Before he can however, someone behind him grabs his arm and forces him to refrain..but who?
??: Relax, Brother! This man has done nothing but tell you the truth of your predicament!
FSX: ...I suppose...
As the man, frightened, rushes off into the distance now, a clearly bored looking FSX turns around to see his cocky, luchadore 'brother' grinning and looking at him with an odd shine of confidence...for some reason or another.
FSX: Don't I usually get some sort of lengthy warning of your arrival?
Mr. Wrestling: Usually you would, my Brother! Unfortunately, budget cuts have been made following the destruction of episode three...
FSX: Episode Three..?
Mr. Wrestling: Why, you know! When I shipped you off to Mexico to learn about the color Red from a Bull, and the ghost of Jim Varney taught you a valuable life lesson.
FSX: Oh..right..who could forget that?
Many in attendance seems to cause quite a fuss at mumbling to one another in a curiosity of if such an event actually took place, though it looks as if they'll never receive any answers as Mr. Wrestling shows a broken look of pain.
Mr. Wrestling: These budget cuts are really horrible, my Brother! They forced me to put down Wrestling Lad, as we could no longer afford to feed him!
FSX: Wait, put him down..?
Mr. Wrestling: It was truly an unfortunate event! I took him out back and shot him in the face with my trusty shotgun so he wouldn't have to suffer through the pain of starvation!
The question lingers of if that's just a work or if Mr. Wrestling murdered a boy he worked on a Reality show with actually occurred, but FSX seems to quickly shrug off the matter with a sigh and begin to walk away from the luchadore.
FSX: Sounds like their getting ready to cancel you. That's a good thing.
Mr. Wrestling: W...what?! How could you utter such hurtful and malicious words, my Brother?!
Wrestling's favorite TV father quickly runs up behind Fallen and takes a hold of his arm, intent on not letting him leave before he gets an answer to his alarming question.
FSX: Let's face it. You guys suck. If ACW doesn't cancel you soon...no..by the end of the night, I'm going to have no choice but to get my knife and slit your throats. Then you can join Wrestling Lad in heaven.
Mr. Wrestling: Oh, no worry about that Brother!
FSX: Oh? So you'll be canceled?
Mr. Wrestling: No, Wrestling Lad went to hell for removing his mask after I shot him in the face and trying to get medical attention. So we won't be joining him in heaven, we'll be joining him in hell.
Fallen turns to look at him for a moment, and opens his mouth as if to say something, before simply shaking his head and pulling his arm from Mr. Wrestling's grasp. Who was he to argue with a poorly written character, after all? The fact of the matter was that FSX felt he had taken far more then enough 'TV friendly suffering' for the benefit of a show that made absolutely no sense to him, and was about to kill a 'family' to end it all. But would he really? Perhaps the more pressing question should be if Wrestling Lad is really dead, but seeing he only made a single appearance in the past his importance to the series really is slim to nil. The real question is if Wrestling Girl will be the next to go? Will we get our answers to these pressing, somewhat important issues soon? Later tonight, perhaps? Who knows what will happen next on Meet. The. Wrestling's!
God knows many don't want to know...
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:55:02 GMT -5
Segment: a cow HAHAHAHA. [Credit Rena]
Charlotte wasn’t happy with whom she was standing next to. The fact is, though, that the person she was beside was having a hard time standing. Rena kept one arm on Charlotte’s shoulder as she smiled into the camera.
Charlotte: I’m standing next to Rena Matheson, who has just come back to us from Hollywood!
Rena: Thanaanks Charlooot.
Charlotte: So what are your plans here?
Rena: Welll…I think…Wait…
Charlotte:…
Rena: OH! Yes, I’m a woman.
Charlotte; That’s not what I asked.
Rena: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!
Charlotte: uh…
Rena: K so, I’m here because I have to be. You think I want to be in this god-forsaken place beside you. This is so below mee…e.e..e.e.e.e.e.e.eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee o/`
Her last few eeeee’s turned into a little tune and she looked at Charlotte blankly.
Charlotte: Oh, okay.
Rena: Charlooooooot
Charlotte: Yes?
Rena: You know what I..no…. you look like?
Charlotte: What do I look like?
Rena: A COW HAHAHAHA MOOO
Charlotte: Well that’s-
Rena: MOOOO!!!!
Charlotte: That’s all we have the-
Rena: MOO MEOW..NO…MOOOOOOO
Charlotte: Time for, thanks for-
Rena: A COW…ahhhh that was good..
Charlotte: being here.
Rena: WAIT! Charlotte!
Charlotte: WHAT!?! I mean…what?
Rena: Mooo.
Charlotte: Oh for fu-
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:56:36 GMT -5
Segment: Bye Bye Rena (Credit: Jin)
Jin is sitting backstage on a chair. He has his normal attire plus a black shirt and sweat bands. He has obviously been boxing or fighting, as he is covered in sweat.
Jin: I have scouted Rena, her tactics and her fitness. She is rusty, a drinker and not a great fighter anyway! I have been on top form recently, beating off opposition of all kinds. My winning ways will keep going when Rene falls to my power. I am no idiot, she will try and trick me into thinking she is little miss softy. She thinks I won't hurt her, she is wrong. I know how she works, fast, strong and with attempted grace. Well she used to. Now she is too rusty to win a match.
Jin grins before leaving.
OOC: Sorry this is so short, I have little time at the moment but will do better next week.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:57:15 GMT -5
Segment: The Ultimate Competitor Credit: Jon Taylor
With the show progressing well so far we turn our attention to Jon Taylor and his trainer/manager/close friend Bill Wright. We last saw Taylor and Bill leaving Taylor's locker room, now they can be seen in the backstage area, in a well lit room, which is commonly used for interviews. There is a camera man standing in front of them. The camera appears to be centred on Taylor, with Bill standing behind and to the right of Taylor. Taylor is wearing a track suit over his ring attire and Bill is sporting his usual grey suit which he is usually seen in it at ACW events. Bill appears to be in a much serious mood than usual, and Taylor himself appears to become more focused on whatever the task is at hand in comparison to how he was previously earlier in the night. Taylor shakes his head from side to side, loosens his neck and stretches his arms to indicate he is ready to begin.
Jon Taylor | Mr. Wrestling
Since I came to ACW I have been through it all, from winning to losing, from highs to lows. But, this past month has not only been the hardest of my ACW career, but of my entire wrestling career. Sure, the month started off well when I defended my championship for the first time against the returning Rattlesnake, but from there on out it has been complete shit. I lost against Flamingo in a match where I displayed a complete lack of concentration and focus. This was followed by an equally shit week where despite trying my hardest I still was convincingly beat by Atomic Kitsune. Now, I respect AK and think she's one of the best in ACW, but to have what happen against Flamingo happen was confidence shattering. But at time where I was at my lowest, the most unexpected thing happened; there was someone there for me. For years, I have survived on my own, without any family around, and only casual acquaintances within the wrestling world. With Bill's help I have not only become a much stronger and more confident, determined person but I have also improved dramatically as a competitor. Sure, I should of won against Freeman and Hughes, but let’s face it they didn't look anything like they would beat me so that is good enough for me. All good things take awhile to come true, and for those of you watching on Sunday you saw this good thing come true last Sunday. I bet Libertines was high on confidence, why shouldn't he be? I hadn't won a match since the 4th January - and he did beat one of the most successful competitors in the history of ACW - BK London, well I guess he did have a small bit of help. What happened to Libertines nobody was prepared for - except Bill and I. Going into that match I had so much frustration and let it all out on Libertines - oh but there's more! I didn't spend time fucking around like usual, waiting for him to come to me, no I went straight for the kill. Another thing which I have lacked in my short time here. Killer instinct. I spend too much time looking for the perfect move or finish that I give up opportunities to finish the match. Well, as you all witnessed, and can confirm - Jon Taylor now has the killer instinct. Oh, I am sure you were all surprised to see me use a different style other than my technical wrestling; well I guess I was becoming a little predictable after all. There is something that I have learnt these past few weeks and that is; evolution. To become better you have to utilize all the attributes available to you. Something I haven't done in a long while. Yes, I can stand in the middle of the ring looking like a pussy waiting for my opponent to make their move, whilst at the same time giving them the opportunities to get the upper hand - or I can be the one that attacks first. Just like on Sunday. Ah yes, Im sure you were all wandering what those strikes were that Libertines ate on Sunday. Well, i'll be kind and tell you. Two words. Muay Thai. Unlike my fellow competitors I decided I didn't need to only expand my style, I needed to merge it with a completely new one. No one in this industry has probably even tried to use boxing or kick boxing, let alone Muay Thai. The Science of Eight Limbs they call it. I call it the Science of giving a good asskicking. Unlike the other people here, I not only think outside of the box, I create a new one. It is almost embarrassing to watch some people attempt to use striking in their matches, they look like a drunk in a bar room brawl. Previously I was only a fraction of what I am now, with the help, advice and support of Bill and my sheer determination and willingness to improve I have not only become a better wrestler I have become an all around better competitor. Who else can you name that has the same talents as I do? No one. The only person who even comes close to me in my grappling skills is Senator Phillips. And I still beat him. Add to my already extremely impressive grappling abilities and credentials, top class Muay Thai striking, what do you get? You get The Ultimate Competitor.
For too long have I simply let myself be trodden on by supposedly bigger "fish". Take Flamingo for example, that son of a bitch cost me a match just for his own selfish gain, I should of knocked his teeth into next week like I did to Libertines. I have come to realise that in this type of industry there is no other way to succeed, sure being the best damn technical wrestler is great and all, but where the hell is that going to get me? Nowhere, that's right. Sure, I may be the International Champion, but look what's happened to me since I became the champ; I have been a sad excuse for a champion. A champion is supposed to be the champion not because he gets beat every week but because he is the best there is. Well that is exactly what everyone is going to see from now on. Because I am the best there is. Yes, I may not be the world champion....yet. But that doesn't change the fact that I am the fastest person to gain the international championship. And I beat the record setting international champion and former world champion to get it. In my short acw career I have beaten opponents that people who have been here years longer can only dream of. But that's not it, because from here on out it is only going to get bigger and better. The Jon Taylor you all saw in previous weeks was a weak person, someone who let others tell him what to do and let them order him around. Well not anymore. I don't care if you have been in this company since its creation. To put it frankly I don't give a toss if you haven't lost in 2 years, I don't care if you have 100 wins, or 10 wins. The same result is going to be; Jon "The Ultimate Competitor" Taylor def. xxx. It is kind of ironic that it was AK who partly made me realise this. She said herself that she felt the only way to get ahead sometimes was to fight fire with fire. And that is what I am going to do. But, im not just going to fight fire with fire - im going to fight fire with a whole fucking inferno. My goal from now on isn't to be the best technical wrestler there is, I realise now that there isn't a place for just a technical wrestler now. No, I want to be the best there is, I don't believe there is a single person in this company - or the entire industry who is better than me. The problem is proving it to everyone, sure I may have the skills and talents to do it but there is only one way to actually prove it and that is to do it. And that's exactly what I plan doing. Continuing on from my domination of Libertines, tonight you will witness the destruction of Silencio. Yes it may just be a submission match - which plays right into my strengths. But im not going out there to just get an easy win. No, im going out there to destroy that thing which Silencio calls his body. I don't mind if I have to knock all his teeth out with The Clinch before ripping his head off of his neck with the Triangle of Perfection, one thing that is for sure is that Silencio won't be leaving the ring in one piece. For all of you watching out there I wouldn't be so shocked, this is only the beginning of the reign of a true champion, the reign of the Ultimate Competitor. I don't give a damn who I have to face each week, whether it be against another champion, a former champion or even a rookie. One thing you can bet your bottom dollar on is that there won't be leaving the ring the same way they entered.
The camera zooms closer up to Taylor, he looks all fired up, you can see the determination in his facial expression and the intensity burning like an inferno in his eyes.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:58:41 GMT -5
Segment: Terminator!!!!!!!! [Credit: Rena & TK]
Rena’s interview was over, and she was just about to head to change when all of a sudden-
…: Well ... well ... well. Look what the cat dragged back in.
Rena was behind the voice.
Rena: weeell…I….AGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
…: Shouldn’t you wait to do that until like, after I at least touch you or something?
It was Thunderkiss, standing before her. She was now staring right at him.
Rena: It’s…oh my god….It’s a Terminator. Okay…I…I…..
Thunderkiss: Terminator? Oh I see! Don’t worry Rena, Its just a fake eye.
Rena: Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy……………………………………….uhhhhh I think…I think it’s all great you wanna….wanna…wanna kill pppeopless…butt..t.t.t.t…youuu…should kill BK.
Thunderkiss: What?
Rena: BK tooooooold mmmme you had …a….a…a f…f.f.f.f.fake Captain Winkie!
TK: Captain winkie?
She was now staring at him completely confused.
Thunderkiss: Don’t tell me you forgot who I am? It’s me, TK!
Rena: TK…TK…OH OH MY GOD!
Thunderkiss: Now you remember, don’t you? Depending on the quality of your memory, this might not necessarily be a good thing.
Rena: TERMINATOR KILLER!! TK!! AHHHH!!!
Thunderkiss: Damn woman! Quit shouting! Hey, are you….are you drunk?
Rena: NoOoOO!
Ginger: RENA MATHESON!
Ginger was now approaching with a coffee in hand.
Ginger: Get your ass back to your office and change. And drink this…I have the whole pot with me!
TK: So she *IS* drunk!
Rena: mamaayabe.
Ginger: Come on.
Thunderkiss: So Ginger, this is your BIG plan to take away viewers from Fallout? Bring back a plastered Rena Matheson? Hah, Nice planning Chief! Now how about I go and take her off your hands there. You are such a busy man after all. I can help her dress.
Ginger: You’ll help her undress more like it! How is that productive?
Thunderkiss: Enough production for me.
Ginger: GO! I will not allow you to corrupt another female in this company as long as I live! Don’t think for a moment I have forgotten about what you did to my dear Anna! We will have a heart to heart about that soon enough!
Thunderkiss: Hey, fine with me pops. As long as its on your dime and not mine.
Rena: BYYYYYYYYYEEE TERMINATOR!!! DON’T FORGET…..FORGET…What…Beeeeeeeeeee….KAY said!
Thunderkiss: Okay. I don’t think that will be a problem because I don’t listen to what BK says to begin with.
Rena: Shhh…I have to tell you…you…a.secret.
Thunderkiss: What is it?
Rena: You…might…just…get lucky tonight….
Thunderkiss: Really?
Ginger: NO!
Ginger grabbed her by the arm and rushed her away, leaving TK alone.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 16:59:44 GMT -5
Segment: Plaything (Credit: Lucrezia) A breathless, disembodied voice speaks in utter blackness.Lucrezia: I can see. I can see everything. Cesare: You can't see everything, Lu. We're in our 'locker room.' Also, it's dark. Lucrezia: Only in our hearts. She purrs, spider-like fingers groping her left breast, sharpened nails piercing the material of her dress.Lucrezia: I'm beating. Bum. Bum. Bum. Cesare: Turning the light on now, Lu. The blackness vanishes. Lucrezia lies on the hard floor, bare legs poking through her crimson dress at an obtuse angle. Cesare busies himself with his silver belt buckle, adjusting his black Armani necktie.Cesare: Do you like it, Lu? I made it pretty for you. Lucrezia's emerald eyes glitter in the direction of the ceiling. A massive triptych rests, attached by unseen adhesive.Cesare: The Garden of Earthly Delights. Cost me an arm and a leg, but I thought you might enjoy-- Lucrezia: Hell. Her eyes rake the third panel, soaking in demonic torture. Her dress rustles from the friction of her creamy thighs, a static reverberation that elicits a gulp from Cesare.Cesare: Yes. Hell. As told by Hieronymus Bosch. Red-tipped nails trace the figure of a woman swallowed whole by a ravenous gryphon, her legs squirming for impossible freedom. Lucrezia's cheeks tinge green, sharp teeth barred.Lucrezia: My turn! My turn! Cesare: Eventually, yes. But not now. Not when there's fun to be had here. Lucrezia glowers up at her brother, slapping the floor with her palms.Lucrezia: Bearer of false witness! Cesare: Heathen. Her mouth cracks into a cheek splitting grin.Cesare: As it so happens, I bear no false witness. Come outside, pet. Lucrezia: I came outside yesterday. Delicious and shaky, it was. Cesare smirks, extending his long, olive arm for his sister to grasp. Her nails scrape his skin through layers of fabric. Together, brother and sister exit, absorbing the surroundings of a standard Alpha Championship Wrestling backstage corridor.Lucrezia: A Christmas ham! I want a lick. She directs his gaze to the menacing body striding down the corridor. Lucrezia bays, wolf-like, claws scratching the air.Cesare: Ah, yes. I see. The wrestler turns, unsure of what to make of Lucrezia's howls. Cesare steps forward, boasting an impeccable suit and a smile brimming with guile.Cesare: Excuse me, sir. Wolf, isn't it? Wolf: Can I help you? She a fan, or something? Cesare brushes Lucrezia's sudden snarl away with a dismissive wave.Cesare: Hardly. This is Lucrezia Damiano, newly contracted Alpha Championship Wrestling wrestler. Wolf raises an eyebrow above his trademark sunglasses.Wolf: Wrestler, eh? Well, best of luck to ya. He makes to leave. Cesare restrains him with a silky, gentle palm on the Fallout star's bare chest. Wolf gapes at the smirking Cesare.Cesare: Mr. Wolf, sir. I request you entertain my sister in a...er, friendly contest on Warfare. Chairman Gingerdude would relish the opportunity to showcase his sister federation's talent in the grand coliseum. Wolf: I'll pass. Don't hit girls. Wolf bats Cesare's hand away. Two heart beats later, Wolf gargles for air, Lucrezia's hand encircling his throat in a deathly caress, pinning him against a wall. She brandishes two crimson fingernails, inches away from Wolf's raw pupils.Cesare: Abbastanza, sorella! Beautiful air filters to his lungs almost immediately. Lucrezia purrs, drawing into Cesare's body, stroking his pronounced chin. Cesare runs delicate fingers through her chestnut hair.Wolf: What the hell? I'll see you in the ring! He hurries off, eager to escape the hypnotic stare of the mystifying siblings.Cesare: I found you a plaything, Lu. Lucrezia: Scared you, our toy did. I'll dance in his insides, dearie. Dance in his blood. Cesare rests his young head in the welcoming bosom. Lucrezia hums a lullaby, pressing him closer to her milky flesh. The door shuts behind them.Lucrezia: Fratello caro... Amante caro... Fade.
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