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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:00:27 GMT -5
Match 2: Rena Matheson vs. Jin (Credit: Rena)
‘Empire’ by Kasabian begins to play as Jin makes his way to the ring. As he rolls into the ring, he stands up to spit golden mist into the air. After posing, he takes his place in the middle of the ring to stare at his opponent.
McNally: It’s definitely an exciting match tonight as Jin faces off against a now-returning ACW veteran.
Eddison: I haven’t seen Rena Matheson for quite some time, but I’m glad she’s back.
McNally: You and probably the entire population inside this arena tonight, Eddie.
‘Break the Ice’ by Britney Spears begins to play on the speakers as Rena appears to the crowd. They begin cheering her name, but something doesn’t seem right.
McNally: Is she....?
Eddison: Smoking?
Yes, yes she is. As she struts- stumbles rather- down the ramp, she continues to inhale the cigarette wrapped around her fingers. The crowd continues to cheer the stumbling competitor, until she does the unthinkable. Just as she is about to enter the ring she flings her cigarette into the crowd, bouncing on a few people’s face before finally hitting the ground. Now getting quite the opposite reaction, she starts yelling at the crowd and falling on the stairs. The referee helps her into the ring as she sways towards her opponent. Jin is still staring at her, completely confused at what she is up to.
McNally: Is she drunk too?
Eddison: I think so.
The bell finally rings, and the crowd continues to boo Rena. Rena starts to move towards Jin, but he moves out of her way. Rena stopped moving. She looks at Jin. Jin stares at her in confusion. The crowd, still booing, came to a hush as the match finally came to a close. As soon as it began, Rena flopped onto the mat.
McNally: This is just ridiculous.
Eddison: She just passed out!
McNally: I hope Gingerdude is happy bringing her back. This is just sad.
Eddison: This is just DAAAAN-
McNally: We know.
Jin moved over to Rena to take the win of this match. Winner: Jin.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:02:22 GMT -5
'Match Time' by 'Mo-Jo'
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[OOC:Happy now Hunter!? No Bold text, just italics and the smallest amount of colours ever!]
The scene opens in the ACW Arena's gymnasium area. Various up and coming superstar wannabes are seen working their asses off on various pieces of gym equipment scattered across the room. In the centre of the room is a smaller, mock-up version of a wrestling ring where two unknown people are seen working on some spots and running through various wrestling maneuvers. In the back of the room we see the ACW's biggest Tag Team (And smexiest) Mo and Jo Kincain, 'Mo-Jo'. Jo can be seen with a set of dumbells, one in each hand doing some bicep curls as the camera approaches. Mo is sat on a bench just behind Jo reading what appears to be a 'Playboy' magazine.
As the camerman approaches the pair, ACW's own roving reporter Kevin 'The Scoop' Anderson appears almost from nowhere and introduces himself.
KA: "Kevin 'The Scoop' Anderson here, backstage in the ACW Arena, just moments away from the newest ACW Tag Team, 'Mo-Jo's debut match! Rumours have been bounding around the ACW scene for some time now and it seems tonight, we'll finally get a chance to see what these guys are capable of, lets go find out what they're thinking!"
Kevin approaches Jo who seems fixated on his exercises, he has a large pair of dumbells, one in each arm and Kevin approaches cautiously whilst Jo continues his exercises completely ignoring Kevin's approach.
KA: "Jo Kincain! With only a short while until you and your brother engage in your first ever ACW match, how are you feeling at the moment?"
Jo continues his Bicep curls, ignoring Kevin completely, Kevin waits a few seconds with microphone outstretched awaiting a response, but it soon becomes clear that Jo isn't going to answer. Jo appears completely fixated on his exercise, in almost a trance like state he continues his bicep curls, lifting each arm in succession and completely blocking out everything around him. Kevin, upon seeing that he is getting nowhere, decides on a change of tactics and instead approaches Mo Kincain. Mo can be seen on a bench nearby and has a copy of 'Playboy' open, he sits appearing to actually read the magazine and nodding to himself as he skims his way down the page.
KA: "Mo! Second time we've bumped into each other here, I see your brother is clearly very focused for this match but you seem to have taken a more laid back approach, What are your thoughts at the moment with only a short while until your debut match here in the ACW?"
Mo, just like his brother Jo (well, not just like him, I'm much smexier) pays no heed to Kevin's questions and appears to not even notice that he's there. Mo continues to read through the magazine turning the page and smiling to himself as he skims down the page, Kevin decides to try again
KA: "Oh, I understand, you want to appear laid back right? But you must have some nerves, you must have done some preparation for tonight's match, this is the first time you guys have been in such a large promotion....surely you're nervous!?"
Mo chuckles to himself and continues to read his book, completely oblivious to the fact that Kevin and a camerman are stood infront of him and trying to ask him some questions. A loud cheer is heard from the crowd in the arena, and Mo, sensing that it's nearly time, closes his magazine and stands up and tosses his magazine down on to the bench.
Mo: "All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near. Hold out baits to entice the enemy. Feign disorder, and crush him."
Mo walks straight past Kevin Anderson and pats his brother on the arm. Jo tosses his dumbells to the side and both men disappear out of the gym area. The camerman zooms in on what Mo was reading, inside the playboy magazine is a copy of: Sun Tzu's 'Art of War'.
[End]
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:03:13 GMT -5
Running Into Ex-Girlfriends Is Supposed to Be Awkward... (Credit: Jake Cheng, Michael)
Victory is sweet, and in the past 6 days, no one has sampled its nectar quite as prolifically as The Asian Extraordinaire himself, Jake Cheng. Flanked by his bombastic posse of Wing and Lee, Jake's gait through the corridors of the ACW arena is imbued with a certain Anderson Cooper vibe. It's as if there's a continuous loop of "We Are The Champions" playing in his head. The 14K Triad struts down the hallways of the ACW arena, dressed to match their attitudes: the normal suit jacket and tie. And, of course, the ACW World Championship, is strapped to Jake waist. But the truth of the matter is, the proper companionship might be closer than you ever imagined.
Jake: Kirsten? Kirsten Carter? Is that you?
The black haired vixen turns around, almost as if in slow motion. The streaks of scarlet in her hair shimmers as the light strikes it and Jake puts his hand under his chin to make sure his mouth isn’t hanging open. The girl's face instantly lights up at the sight of Jake, and though her reaction isn't on par with that of rabid Japanese fangirls at a Gackt concert, one can certainly tell that she is pleased to see him.
Kirsten: Jakie!
She casually throws her arms around Jake’s neck and he returns the hug. She lets go and backs up.
Kirsten: It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?
Jake: Yeah, since last year. August?
Kirsten: Yup. When you fought Nick. By the way, that stolen sex tape is up to 10,000 units sold. I'll Fed Ex the royalty check to you the next time I stop by home.
Jake: Right...How is your brother doing?
Kirsten: Jakie, you have many strengths, but none of them is acting. I know you and my brother still hate each others' guts.
Silence. But then Kirsten shoots a bright smile Jake's way, which causes Jake to smile. Their lips are both quivering until they can’t hold it in and start laughing.
Kirsten: Nick...oh, he's trying to save the world, or whatever it is.
Jake: Ah...that’s.....interesting.
Jake rolls his eyes and Kirsten snickers and looks down, knowing that she shouldn’t be laughing at her brother. As her eyes come back up to meet Jake, they take a little detour at the golden belt around Jake’s waist. He smile suddenly becomes wider and Jake jumps with joy.
Kirsten: So, World Champion now, eh? How's it feel to be the big, bad teenager with armpit hair in the middle school gym class?
Jake laughs and blushes.
Jake: Yeah, well...what are you doing here? I saw that you signed with Fallout.
Kirsten: Yeah, I did. But I’m not on the show tomorrow, I've still got a lot to catch up on. Dwight's been working us nonstop. I caught a break tonight, so I thought I would stop by here and see some people.
Jake: Awesome.
Kirsten: Yeah.
An awkward silence falls between the former lovers. Jake brushes off some invisible dust from his suit and Kirsten plays his her barbell tongue piercing.
Jake: Hey, is that new?
Kirsten: Yeah, you like it?
Jake: It’s cute, but I’m not much of piercing guy.
Kirsten: Tattoos more your flavor then?
Kirsten pulls down her jeans just a tad to expose the fairy tattoo etched on her lower right hip. Jake stammers incoherently for a few seconds, but he is saved as Lee hacks a hacking noise off to the side and Jake give him a stern look, and Lee looks away. The Asian Extraordinaire turns back to Kirsten, apologetically.
Jake: Sorry. They get impatient easily. I better get going. It was great seeing you.
Kirsten: Yeah, you too. Champ.
She coolly gives Jake a firm, but affectionate jab to the arm and walks off. Jake walks in the opposite direction and is soon joined by Wing and Lee.
Wing: She was cute, Boss. You shourd have made a move. Who wourdn’t want to be with the champ?
Jake doesn’t respond and keeps on walking with his head down.
Wing: Sir?
Jake: Oh sorry. Nah, that ended long ago.
Wing: Werr....she wants it. I can terr. You pranted the seed.
Jake: I guess...
The 14K Triad continues down the hallway, the emotions different from before. The Champion walks in deep thought and his bodyguards walk in concern for their boss. Last Saturday, Jake thought he had all that he wanted. Now, he realizes he was wrong.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:03:45 GMT -5
Segment: Leaving Las Vegas (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we find ourselves before a sharply-dressed, newly-goateed Kevin Anderson, looking unusually confident as he holds his mic at his side, waiting for the usual red dot. His demeanor is not twitchy, and he neither sweats nor darts his eyes from one side of the hallway to the other. Instead, he looks off slightly to the side, clearly impatient, while simultaneously managing to keep one eye on the camera, waiting for the dot. The strange lack of an interviewee beside him indicates that, more than likely, his impatience is due to this very event. And many of the fans already have a striking suspicion as to who the mysteriously missing interviewee is. After a moment, the red dot appears on Kevin's forehead, and the famed ACW interviewee begins speaking with a sigh.
Kevin: Well, fans and casual viewers, I was SUPPOSED to be interviewing the former ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter, but it seems that the smart ass fucker didn't show up. So, to fill these five minutes of air time, I will go through a one man rendition of Glengarry Glen Ross.
As if on cue, there is a loud crash, and Kevin drops his arm to the side with a deep sigh. After a few moments (and a few more crashes), Andrew Hunter suddenly appears from the left, looking as if he is miles away. He holds a half empty beer bottle in his left hand, and he has a hard time focusing on Kevin (although, tough as he is, he continues trying to do so).
Kevin: Well, I'm glad to know that you're just as inattentive as always.
Hunter: HEY!
He blinks oddly.
Hunter: ...HEY!
Kevin stares blankly.
Kevin: Hello to you too. Well, Hunter, how does it feel to have lost your precious title belt to Jake Cheng, a man to whom you've, as you so subtly put it, "lost to only in an incredibly heightened sense of laziness?"
Hunter slightly shrugs at Kevin's usage of big words, words that originally belonged to him.
Hunter: Well, you see. I've. The thing about Cheng is that he's a DICK. Right? Okay? I mean, you've got that, right?
Kevin: Noted and accounted for.
Hunter: Exactly, good. Okay, so the thing about this DICK is that it's not clean. Right? Okay, so because this DICK isn't clean, it's obvious he's NOT JEWISH, right?
Kevin: You're implying that only men of Jewish origins have a clean penis?
Hunter: Precisely, yeah, man. Are you Jewish?
Kevin: No.
Hunter takes a step back and takes a swig from the bottle.
Kevin: Please continue.
Hunter: Okay, so since it's a DIRTY NON-JEWISH DICK, then it sure as shit ain't sliced, right? Mmmkay? It wears a little hat, okay? And, if you'll ask any woman around, anal sex with a hat wearing DICK isn't pleasant, right?
Kevin: ...sure...
Hunter: Right, and so at this PPV, that DICK had anal sex with me, right? And it wasn't pleasant.
Kevin: ...so...effectively...
He pauses for a lengthy period of time, but Hunter pays it no mind. Instead, he continues to drink.
Kevin: ...effectively you're saying the feeling of losing your title to Jake is the same as being anally penetrated by an uncircumcised penis?
Hunter: YES! OH FUCK YES, MAN, YOU'RE SO SMART!
Kevin: In present company, at least.
Hunter: HA, LOL!
Kevin: Did you honestly just use "LOL" as a word?
Hunter: You're so totally Spacey, man, it's getting to me.
Kevin pauses for a moment.
Kevin: Hunter, is the reason that you lost your title to Jake at Ragnarok possibly due to the fact that you're a drunk bastard?
Hunter's eyes widen, and he attempts to toss the bottle at Kevin's head, but it instead ends up flying into the nearby wall...five or so feet away from its target.
Hunter: I am NOT a drunk bastard!
He shakily looks around.
Hunter: I'm a heavily INEBRIATED bastard!
And with that, he falls down onto the floor and ceases movement. Kevin walks over to him and nonchalantly kicks him, but Hunter does not stir. After a moment, some loud snores come from his body, and Kevin politely rolls him over onto his side with his foot. He looks back at the camera.
Kevin: ...yeah, I'm not even going to bother being clever right now. Enjoy the next segment you easily amused morons.
And with that, he lazily does the cut throat sign and walks off screen, leaving Hunter sleeping on his side in the middle of the hallway, the remains of a broken beer bottle not too far away from him.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:04:14 GMT -5
Match 3: Mo-Jo vs. Demon Inc (Credit: Mo-Jo) [ACW Meltdown]
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['Mo-Jo' vs. Demon Inc.]
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[Referee: Joey Reynolds] "Lips 2 Da Floor" plays over the loudspeaker system for a few seconds and just as the bass drops in there's an explosion of fireworks and smoke before 'Big Mo' energetically bursts out from behind the curtain dancing around the entrance area and waving his arms around, yelling to the crowd. A few seconds later 'Little Jo' lumbers through the curtain, completely emotionless, focused only on the ring he stretches his neck out and walks slowly behind his brother 'Big Mo', who continues to jump and dance around all the way to the ringside area. 'Big Mo' then proceeds to slide under the bottom rope and mount the nearest turnbuckle, bouncing on the ropes and cheering out to the crowd, whilst 'Big Jo' pulls himself up on to the ring apron and slips inbetween the ropes apparently oblivious of everything that's going on."The Lost Vikings" hits and Demon Inc. appear from the back, holding their respective instruments high in the air. Ken and Fox turn to each other and pound fists before going down the ramp and slapping hands with the fans they pass by. They enter the ring and ascend to the second turnbuckle, holding their instruments high in the air. They set down on the canvas and hands their instruments to a ringside technician before waiting for the match to begin.***DING DING DING*** Match Start: All four men stand in the ring staring each other down, Mo Kincain then leaves, letting his brother begin the match. This then prompts Ken Dante to do the same, leaving Punished Fox and Jo Kincain to begin the match up. Both men circle each other for a few seconds, carefully examining each other, trying to find an opportunity to pounce. Jo leans forward to try and lock up with Fox, but Fox is too fast and manages to scoot out of the way and get behind Jo. Fox then delivers a dropkick to the back of Jo's knee, forcing Jo to kneel down on one knee. Fox remains behind Jo and locks him up in a rear chinlock, applying maximum pressure to Jo's neck by wrenching his head back and using his knee, which is handily thrust into Jo's back, to gain maximum leverage. Jo winces in pain for a short while before starting to fight his way out of the hold, he begins to resist the hold, prompting Fox to apply more pressure, Jo stumbles for a second before eventually using his strength to force his way back into a standing position and making Fox release the hold. Fox wastes no time in following up and bounces off the rope to attempt a standing dropkick into the face of Jo, but Jo has managed to come to his senses just in time and sidesteps out of the way, leaving Fox to taste some freshly dirtied ring mat. Jo picks Fox up from the mat, lifting him by his hair, when both men are standing, Jo lifts him up by his neck, choking him with own weight, Jo holds Fox up in the air for a few seconds before then tossing him down to the ground. Fox hits the mat hard and tries to fight and catch his breath again as Jo approaches, Jo again lifts Fox up by his hair, into a standing position, Jo hoists Fox up into a Body Press, but as they're too close to Fox's corner, he manages to get a blind tag and tags in his partner Ken Dante! Dante wastes no time getting into the ring and tackles Jo before he can toss Fox, sending both men falling to the Mat, with Jo coming off worse, being on the bottom of the pile. Dante lifts Jo up and prompts Fox to join him, both men lock up with Jo before sending one hand out in the 'horns' position and nailing Jo with a double-DDT! Fox leaves the ring, leaving a jubilant Ken Dante to celebrate his success by firing up the crowd. Ken busts a few poses for the crowd whilst Jo lies clutching his head on the mat behind him. Jo scuttles over to the ropes and uses them get to his feet again, Dante, hearing the loud cheer from the crowd, turns around just in time to come face-to-foot with the business end of Jo's Big Boot! As Dante lies on the mat, trying to figure out if that was poop on the bottom of Jo's boot or not, Jo heads over to his corner and tags in his younger brother Mo. Mo heads straight into the ring and over to Dante, he picks Dante up whipping him into the corner where Jo is, he approaches the corner, tags in his brother, and signals for his brother to lift Dante up! Jo lifts Dante up on to his shoulders as Mo climbs the turnbuckle, Dante begins to struggle, and Mo, sensing this leaps from only the second rope and connects with a clothesline taking him clean off of Jo's shoulders and sending both men sprawling to the mat. Match Mid-point: Various to-ing and fro-ing occurs, with both men exchanging blows and various maneuvers. Mo and Jo naturally come off looking better, due to them generally being smexier. [Un-biased writing my ass] During the mid-point we see Jo using his strength and size to dominate Ken Dante. [Or maybe he's using his over-whelming smexiness!?] Jo whips Ken into a neutral corner before charging just after him and shoulder tackling him, squishing him inbetween the unforgiving metal ring-post and the 290lbs of pure smexiness that is Jo Kincain. Jo follows up by beginning a series of punches to Ken's face and torso, after maybe 3, or 4, Ken manages to block one and hit Jo with a low blow, as Jo falls back clutching his crown jewels, Ken scuttles to his corner and tags in his revitalised partner Fox. Fox wastes no time and immediately climbs to the top rope and delivers a devastating Missile Dropkick to the face of Jo Kincain. Jo hits the mat hard, Fox maintains his momentum by immediately going up top again and delivering the 'Punishing Plunge' to the downed Jo Kincain. Fox covers and attempts a pin, but only gets a two count before Jo forces his shoulder up off of the mat. Match Finish: Fox continues to use his speed and agility to his benefit during the mid-point, evading Jo's biggest moves and hitting him with various high-flying and un-smexy maneuvers throughout. A weary looking Jo fights his way to his feet after one of fox's un-smexy moves, Fox attempts a Hurracanrana, leaping up on to Jo's shoulders, but Jo reverses it, locking Fox on his shoulder and Powerbombs him down on the mat below. Jo stomps on Fox a few times, more in frustration then in a valid attempt to inflict any damage, before heading over to his corner and tagging in Mo. Mo enters the ring and picks Fox up right away, he locks him up and hits him with a DDT, much to the crowd's displeasure. Mo flips them off and then lifts up Fox again, raking his nails down fox's back before lifting him up, Mo goes to punch Fox, but it is blocked and Mo finds himself on the recieving end of a knuckle sandwich! As Fox continues with his onslaught of punches, Mo manages to evade one and rakes Fox's eyes before scuttling over to his corner and tagging in his brother Jo. Jo sighs heavily and comes straight into the ring, he charges over and clotheslines Fox, almost taking his head clean off his shoulders. Jo hoists Fox up and lifts him by his neck, trying to finsh the match with his submission finisher 'Shut Up' but Dante interferes, entering the ring and tackling Jo, before being ushered out of the ring by referee Joey Reynolds. Fox manages to get to his feet first and finds Jo still on his knees, groggied and struggling to regain his senses. Fox wastes no time in hitting Jo in the head, punch after punch, to try and hinder him and keep him down, he lifts Jo to his feet and locks him up for the 'Fox Fire'. Fox tries to lift Jo, but is unable to do so, so instead Fox whips him into his own corner, he tags in his partner Dante, who assists him with lifting Jo up and hits his finisher the 'Fox Fire'! Fox leaves the ring and Dante climbs the turnbuckle, he throws up the horns, holding it there for a few seconds before leaping off of the turnbuckle and delivering his finsher; 'Pushed To The Limit'! Dante takes a few seconds to catch his breath before making the cover, Mo Kincain enters the ring to try and break the cover, but Fox is faster and tackles him to the ground allowing Dante to make a clean cover. Referee Joey Reynolds drops down and slaps the mat; ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
WINNERS: DEMON INC!
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:05:25 GMT -5
Plan In Motion (Credit: Jake Cheng)
After an awkward encounter with ex-girlfriend Kirsten "The Mountain" Carter, the ACW Heavyweight Champion and his bodyguards return to their locker room after the fallout of Chairman Gingerdude's announcement that started the show. Let's just say Jake isn't having the best first show as champion...
Wing: Jake...you ok?
Jake: Huh?
Wing: You are obviousry distracted by that girl in the harrway,
Jake: What? No way. I told you that was over.
Lee: You obviously want her.
Both Jake and Wing get whiplash from turning toward the supposed silent but deadly bodyguard,
Jake: ...you rarely speak and that's what you say?
Wing: C'mon, Jake, what happened between you two?
Jake: We had to break if off when her brother and I got in a fight last August. He wanted my Light-Heavyweight title so I did what was necessary to stop him. And their family is very close and I couldn't split them up.
Wing: But you two are on good terms?
Jake: Yeah.
Wing: So you stirr have a chance?
Jake: I guess. But we are done talking about that. We have to talk about this voting thing.
Jake sits down at the empty poker table and puts his title in the middle. Wing and Lee both sit down across from each other.
Jake: So what do we do? Options.
Wing: Depends on who you wourd rather fight.
Jake: Well...I rather fight neither of them...
Wing: So Ree and I injure them both.
Jake: But that could have some reprocutions. And besides, I'm not a wimp. I just don't want to take too many chances. What about tampering with the voting?
Wing: Wourdn't be possibre. Unress we take out-
Jake: What is it with you two and violence?
Wing: We're Triad. And this has no viorence invorved.
Jake: Oh? Continue.
Wing: What is most important to Thunderkiss.
Jake: After the World Title?
Wing: Yes.
Jake: Pussy?
Wing: Wrestring rerated.
Jake: Oh....
Wing: His stabre. And you know who could be a member of the stabre?
Jake jumps up and the metaphorical light bulb appears above his head.
Jake: Perfect. You two stay here, I have a visit to pay to Mr. Kiss.
Jake takes the title and leaves the room in a hurry. The scene starts to fade away as the bodyguards have one final exchange.
Wing: Your Engrish is getting better.
Lee: Thanks. How does that happen if I never speak it?
Wing:...Fuck you. Go back to just being silent but tough.
Lee: Fine.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:06:57 GMT -5
Segment: "Think Again!" Credit: T-Kiss Senator Steve Phillips, man of the people?
THINK AGAIN! - In 2005, Senator Steve Phillips voted to INCREASE his Washington salary while he lobbied for a decrease in nation’s minium wage.
- Senator Steve Phillips has ACCEPTED millions of dollars from special interest groups, including Americans for Big Oil, People of the Mistreatment for Animals and The Rob Feinstein Children's Foundation.
- Steve Phillips has voted to abolish social security, claiming “people should work until they die.”
Senator Steve Phillips, trustworthy? THINK AGAIN![/center][/size] - Steve Phillips is responsible for the outsourcing of over ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND American jobs. When asked to take accountability for his actions, he refuses saying only “The Welsh are clearly better workers. Its for the betterment of the country.”
- Claiming that Canada supports and harbors terrorists, Steve Phillips has made a motion to declare war on Canada THREE TIMES.
- Government waste and Steve Phillips are best friends. In 2004, Senator Steve tried to get tax payers to foot the bill for a series of public speaking improvement classes, writing them off a business expense. Unfortunately, these classes have yet to pay off.
Senator Steve Phillips, role model?
THINK AGAIN! - Steve Phillips has been arrested for DUI a total of EIGHTEEN TIMES, each time escaping the charges due to his political clout.
- Though he has enacted tough restrictions on the pornography industry, it is not rare to see Mr. Phillips walk away from his favorite Washington newsstand with copies of Cock-A-Doodle-Do, Ol’ Glory Hole & Mr. MILF’s.
- Steve Phillips has destroyed marriages by involving himself in countless incidents of adultery, including a run in with HILLARY CLINTON.
... The time for action is NOW. As Americans, we cannot allow Steve Phillips to buttsecks the country any longer. Write your representatives and DEMAND that Steve Phillips take accountability for his crimes. For the sake of our children, and our children’s children, Steve Phillips must be censured immediately.- Paid for by the Friends of Thunderkiss -
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:07:56 GMT -5
Segment: Angry Dance. (Credit: FSX)
It's time now! No more waiting, ACW is about to be cleansed of evil as everyone will witness three murders! Why? Because Fallen Souls hobby happens to be murdering those that don't agree with his firm belief that if your a psychotic luchadore family you shouldn't consider him to be part of your family, and ship him to Mexico to get gored by bulls! It's a pretty reasonable belief if you really give it some thought! At the same time however, it does give off the impression that FSX is simply falling in the footsteps of Hunter's and Mr. Red's everywhere. Regardless, it appears that Fallen has decided it's worth the risk. Since he was last seen he's spent a large majority of his time polishing a knife, and a short part of that time discovering the evil of an incredibly popular energy drink that is made of stuff with weird names. Like Water. Anyway, it makes perfect sense to murder them.
So it should come to no surprise that Fallen intended to do just that, and had already put his plan into action as a large grin splayed over his face, and a butcher's knife glimmered in his hand. He slowly crept his way through the eerily darkened hallways of the backstage area now as he couldn't help but laugh to himself on occasion as he saw no one else in the general vicinity, it was simply perfect! No one was around to hear the screams of the innocent as the cold blade cut through their jugular and let a projectile of blood rocket into the air! There was no one to come and save them, or even to stop him from properly disposing of the bodies! No one was around to prevent him from doing what he thought was the only answer to his problem! As Fallen slowly, carefully stalked his way up to his old locker room door he felt a thrill of excitement run through his body, likely similar to the kind that ran through Hunter when he went on his killing spree in 2009 -- coming soon. With a gasp he reached forward and casually knocked on the door, trying to hold back his happiness as the knob turned and the door suddenly opened!!
FSX: DIE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! AHAHAHAHA!!
FSX laughed manically as he began to slam the knife forward toward the individual who had opened the door, paying no mind to actually find out just who it was before he went on the attack. He cursed himself silently as he narrowly missed the man's bald forehead, and turned to slash at him again with the kni-- wait, bald forehead? Pausing and coming to a stop as he attempted his second slash, he froze and stared at the man he was attacking...recognizing him as an old friend, rather then a recent luchadore foe.
FSX: Oh...damnit all, Will?
Anger: Yeah...Hey....what's with the knife?
Fallen can only curse himself silently again as he tosses the knife into a nearby walls and begins to pace back and forth frustrated through the room, taking a look at it's decoration and realizing that it's former setting as a house to the Wrestling Family no longer existed, and it only contained the shattered remains of Will Anger's career.
FSX: Damn it....damn it....What the fuck are you doing in here, Will!?
Anger: Easy...Some masked guy gave me the place earlier tonight, seemed in a rush to get the hell out of here.
FSX: Fuck..no..no..
The situation grew a bit more awkward as Fallen appeared to be hopping from foot to foot now and swinging randomly at the air, gasping and crying out in an aggressive anger as he suddenly jumps up and kicks at the air aimlessly a few times, an unseen intensity radiating off of him as Will can only watch him with confusion.
Anger: You okay, buddy? Seem a little..sadistic.
FSX: Shut the fuck up, you damned bald jobber! I've been polishing my knife all day to kill those damned bastards and your telling me they left?! SO FUCKING SUDDENLY!?
Anger: ...Yeah, basically. And don't say hurtful things that you don't mean just because your upset, man. I have feelings too.
The room seemed almost to shake just a bit as Will jumped suddenly at the motion of the walls, glaring over at FSX as he kicked and jabbed at a consistent area of the wall, knocking down a few old pictures of Will Anger with his bald mother and the ACW Junior Title, before Fallen turned suddenly and began to jab and kick randomly as he slowly made an approach to Will, who was notably backing away.
FSX: In-fucking-posi-fucking-ble! Where did they all go?! Were they canceled? Do I not have to worry about seeing their sick, masked faces again?! Or did they just move in hiding somewhere else?! TELL ME, NOW!
Anger: Er...The guy told me that he was moving everyone to the Fallout arena, actually. We traded locker rooms for now, seeing I'm not booked for the return show and all.
FSX:...Fall-fucking-out?
Fallen seems to come to a freeze in mid punch, his fist nearly slamming into Will's face as he had his back against the wall by now. Instead of striking his former friend into next week, Fallen seemed to calm down a bit and regain his composure as a small smile evil seemed to appear on his face, backing away from Will now and making his way toward the door.
FSX: Good. Then there not my problem anymore. Let Fallout deal with those idiots, as long as I can finally live in peace again.
Anger: Well, it's just a one-night trade...
FSX: ...What's that?
Anger: As far as I know there only going to be at the Fallout Arena to meet up with Biff and discuss some stuff with him, before they come back to ACW.
FSX: ...Fuck no. I won't let them come back! If they come back, they all have to die! They have to stay! They can join up the Fallout roster and becoming your fucking sidekicks, as long as they stay the hell away from ACW and me!!!
With a sudden move Fallen rushes back over to Will and slams his fist into the wall behind him, a smirk on his face as he sees that startled expression on Will's face, and quickly turns to walk out the door in a fuss a moment after hitting the wall. Will looks on as he leaves confused for a moment, before hearing some audible cursing and complaining over the fact the wall's were so damned sturdy in his old locker room.
Anger: Ah...Fallen, you never change.
As the sound of FSX stomping and making quite a loud fuss of the pain in his hand as he storms down the hallway he used to enter, Will can only shake his head and close the door as he turns to reset and clean up the mess that was made. One has to wonder just what is going on in this whole situation however. Why exactly did Will Anger and The Wrestling's even have to change locker rooms for a night? Even if they did, why did Will have to put all of his stuff in the room if it was only for a day? And how exactly did FSX hurt his hand with the last punch of his angry dance, but find no bother in creaming the wall earlier on? Will these sensible problem's find answers? Guess we'll just have to wait and see Fallout to find out. That's right. Fallout is the only source of the dramatic conclusion to this stretched series of Reality fun! Only one more day to wait, how exciting!
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:08:30 GMT -5
Bringing The Gold To The Entourage? (Credit: Jake Cheng, T-Kiss) Now that London has been told how he will be fighting Jake at Bloody Valentine, Jake just has to put his plan into action. Walking with confidence, and with the ACW World Title to remind him why he has said confidence, Jake proceeds down the hallway to the Entourage locker room. The Quadrinity knocks on the door and steps back. A nervous wave falls over him as he realizes that he has no help from his bodyguards on this one. The door cracks open. Jake has to tilt his head almost all the way to see the red glass eye peeking though the door. The door opens up and Thunderkiss stands in the doorway.Mr. 500%: Well look, if it isn’t the tiny champion! What brings you to the humble abode of the ‘Raj today friend?!Jake: How did you know it was me. I thought you couldn’t see in that eye.The large jolly grin of Thunderkiss turns into a look of pure annoyance.Mr. 500%: Thunderkiss knows all. Thunderkiss sees all. And wow, your voice seems so colorful today! I have to say champ, I love it ... it add’s “flavor.” Now again for the 2nd time, what do you want?!Jake: Don’t get bent out of shape. I have an offer for you. And I want to change my answer to your proposal.There’s Mr. 500%’s grin again. It couldn’t hide for long.Mr. 500%: So you want to join the Entourage, heh? Hey, guys did you hear that? Tiny man wants in! Better order some more shirts! Jake: Hold on there, big fella. There is a catch, you see.Mr. 500%: Oh?Jake: Yup. You have to pull out of the voting.Mr. 500%: ...Jake: Yup, it’s that easy. You do that, and I bring the gold to the Entourage.Mr. 500%: Jack, I have never been a fan of pulling out.~!~ZING~!~ Mr. 500%: So you can just forget about that happening. But I am glad you stopped by tonight “champ” because I wanted to talk to you about this very subject. You see Jack, I want you to know one thing and that’s when I take your title its nothing personal. Unfortunately for you, that title belt you wear now carries a curse that was not put there but you, but by the cowardice of others. Avoidance of one man has carried on from champion to champion until it finally has stopped here, with you. Suck’s doesn’t it? Before Cheng can answer, Thunderkiss cuts him off, makes an about-face towards the door of the Raj’ locker room and proceeds with part two of his rant.Mr. 500%: Now that the opportunity has risen, I will finally be able to claim that which has escaped me for far too long. They will vote Cheng and I will win. You know this otherwise you wouldn’t be at my door right now. I have great reservations about beating you Cheng.The Quadrinity rolls his eyes as Mr. 500% continues on his rampant speech. Jake’s request has already been denied, and now that he has lost, there is no point in wasting time with the egotistical giant. Jake walks away and Kiss doesn’t even notice. Mr. 500%: You showed your worth to me the day you stepped up to my world breaker challenge while others ran. However, I must do what destiny and fate both demand. I am sorry it has to be this way Mr. Cheng. If you want to lay blame on someone for the situation you are in, just look back at the linage of that belt you now display proudly around your waist to find the culprits. And with that, I bid you a goodnight. Thunderkiss turns around; expecting to see Jake distraught at Mr. 500%’s rejection. Instead, Kiss doesn’t see the Champ at all. TK’s face turns red and he stomps back into the locker room. Oh boy, a curse has just been placed on the ACW World title, a 353 pound curse to be exact. And unfortunately for Cheng, if the voting goes TK’s way he will have to be the man responsible for undoing it. Fear not Cheng fans(if you exist), all you need to do is look toward the story of David Vs. Goliath for inspiration. Or Rey Mysterio.[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:08:53 GMT -5
The Friendly Introduction Jay Zero [/color] [/center] We return from commercial break to find ourselves back in the heart of the ACW arena. The camera focuses in on our two broadcast announcers, Maxwell McNally and 'Fast' Eddie Edison. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another edition of Thursday Night Meltdown! And Eddie, I must say tonight has been quite special already! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Oh no doubt about it! We had that great opener between the returning Mr. Red and the--shocking twist of events known as The Libertines! Maxwell McNally: Ever since the win against BK London, it's like he's a new man! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: You can say THAT again! Maxwell McNally: Oh and Eddie, you just can't forget about that tag team action we just saw! Demon Inc taking on the newer forces in ACW! Mo-Jo! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: If I didn't know any better, I'd say that we're starting to build up quite a strong tag team division again! Just then, there is a distictive change in tone from the crowd. Some begin to cheer and clap, all beginning to turn their attention towards the entrance way. In the middle of their conversation on camera, Max McNally also notices this. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Yes and we have plenty more great matches to come tonight---but first. Who's this walking down the entrance ramp? Eddie turns his head over to take a good look. He shrugs his shoulders and then the two glance down at the monitors placed on their announce table as the camera begins to zoom in. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Wait a minute....that looks a lot like the man behind the monster Limelight! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: It looks a lot like him, because it is him Maxy! Nicholas Savich is his name---and..well, I guess that's all we really know about him! Maxwell McNally: Well he does have a microphone in his hand, so maybe we'll just learn a bit more right now! Nicholas is just reaching the end of the ramp way now, coming out with no formal music, but instead, he is welcomed to that of a cheering crowd for he led the way to taking out the cocky, egotistical Jay Zero. In his fancy gray two piece suit, Nicholas carefully climbs the steel steps and onto the apron. He enters the ring through the second and top rope and then struts into the center of the ring to address this ACW crowd.
He stands there for a moment and pulls the microphone up to his lips. It is as if he then chokes up and pulls the microphone away and coughs to clear his throat. He looks up with a smile and then tries it again. [/center] Savich : Hello! For those of you who don't recognize me or just didn't catch Ragnarok last weekend, allow to me to formally introduce myself! My name is Nicholas Savich---Manager and public relations extraordinaire! He pauses and takes a bow in front of the large crowd. [/center] Savich : Thank you, thank you! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Well SOMEBODY'S confident in themselves! Savich : Now--I bet you all are wondering just WHY I am here! And, quite frankly, I can understand why. See one day I show up at a press conference and warn a certain "superstar" that soon I'm going to be back . . .and when I do return I shall bring possibly one of the most influential forces to ever hit ACW! And then--- and then the NEXT day! Limelight is born! The crowd cheers for the big man. [/center] Savich : And this man is hungry for power! This man is hungry for COMPETITION! He has already developed a taste for blood, and nothing is going to stop him until he tastes the sweeeeeeet blood that he will make Jay Zero bleed! Maxwell McNally: What the? . . . This man kind of sounds deranged! Savich : So without any further ado--let's bring him out! From Portland, Maine! He is the Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! The man that choke slammed Jay Zero twenty feet straight to hell! The man that will free A-C-W! LIIIIIIIIME LIGHT! Getting pretty emotional in his short speech, he throws his left arm out vigorously to point to the stage, cueing the lights to dim. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well--here we go I guess. But Eddie is it just me or-- 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Shhh! Can't you be respectful?! Limelight's about to enter! Maxwell sighs as the camera is placed totally on the stage--or at least we think. With all the lights off, all we can go by is the flashes of the camera. Just then, a loud voice is heard as well as it being displayed on the Alphatron. [/center] Stand Tall And Step Into The. . . LIMELIGHT The lights stay off as "Freak" by Silverchair hits the P.A. It's really only seconds, but it feels like so much longer when it's actually happening right in front of you. The music blares and a very basic Alphatron video package plays, mostly replaying the word Limelight and several clips from his Ragnarok debut and his assault on Jay Zero.
The guitar riffs come and go, but never let up---and then on the cue of the first drum out of three in a row, a green spotlight shines down right on the giant Limelight whose looking down on the ground.
Immediately after follow the next two beats on the drums, and as each happen another spotlight shines on to the left, and then the right of Limelight before the main intro hits and a large explosion of bright pyro fills the air.
The fans in the front row near the stage all jump back as they applaud Limelight who jumps up, energetic and livid after the explosion. In the ring, Nicholas Savich nods his head with a great smile on his face as he places his microphone down on the mat, holds his hands up in the air and applauds loudly.
Limelight makes his way down the ramp way with a hop in his step--literally. From time to time he will begin to hop up and down on one leg, before switching to the other. Something that we just notice though is what looks to be a Golden Championship belt around his waist. A rather large one at that. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well Eddie I'm not sure what to say right now other than this man seems very pumped up to be here. 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Of course he is! Look at him! At that size, you GOT to be confident in yourself! Limelight leaps up into the hair very high and then shoves his right leg out far and then thrusting it back, getting a jump start towards the ring. He sprints and slides into the ring right alongside his manager. He punches the mat and jumps to his feet before walking to a turnbuckle and climbing up to the second rope and glaring out into the masses of fans.
Nicholas bends over and picks up his microphone at this time. Limelight continues to look out---and then eventually, he crosses his arms and slaps his chest quickly and then throws his arms out to flex before reeling them in together, showing up the muscles that he has packing. Nicholas walks over and taps Limelight on the leg before signaling for him to come down. Limelight looks back at Nicholas before finally deciding to hop off of the second rope and pace around the ring.
The entrance music begins to fade out at this time, so we can only assume that we're about to learn more about this beefy newcomer. [/center] Savich : . . . LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS IS MY CREATION! THIS IS MY MONSTER! THIS! ---IS THE 220 POUND, 6 FOOT 4 INCH TALL LIMELIGHT! He pauses for applauds, which by all means he DOES receive. It's odd to some that a guy so new to the industry can be liked as much as Limelight is already, but I guess it's not because of what he did at Ragnarok, but to who he did it to. Nicholas nods his head at the crowd who claps for Limelight, but then a look of anger overpowers his face. [/center] Savich : Now save your breath and save your worthless, demeaning applause! Maxwell McNally: What? The crowd becomes slightly confused at the recent change of feeling. [/center] Savich : Now do you country slicks need me to explain? Pah! Of course you do! Limelight and I--hah! We don't NEED your support! Limelight and I don't need your approval! Limelight and I will scramble and tear our way through the low-lifes of ACW, all the way to the top, ALL BY OURSELVES! Whether YOU trashy sleeze balls like it or not! And just like that Nicholas Savich has made an impression on this live crowd here tonight, all breaking out into a harmony of boos. [/center] Savich : Yeah, whatever! Boo all you want! The fact is, no matter how much you boo, and no matter how much you cheer, NOTHING! And I--MEAN-- NOTHING is going to stand in the way of my animal taking out the has beens and setting a new standard of competition in ACW! Now does THAT answer why I am here? Does that answer all of your questions?! He pauses and looks out into the crowd as Limelight idly stands behind Savich, constantly stretching his muscles and bouncing up and down to keep the blood flowing. [/center] Savich : . . . Of course it doesn't! See, the question that still remains unanswered is--well, just why I chose to target your Light Heavyweight Champion Jay Zero! There is some boos in the crowd, yet in Section 125 there seems to be a group of fellow Zerologists who stands up to chant and cheer for Jay Zero. [/center] Savich : ---But since he won't be able to grace us with his presence here tonight I don't think it's just the right time to really get in depth just whhhyyyy I am here! See, I don't want to be a coward about it! I don't want to hide hundreds of miles away and talk trash to a man that can't do anything about it! When he has the strength and quite frankly the GUTS to get out of his hospital bed and come back to ACW to face me up close and personal---then I'll tell you all why! Because, hey! I don't NEED to hide! I got Limelight right here to do the dirty work for me! Ahyahahaha! He pulls the microphone away from his mouth to laugh at his own speech. He pats Limelight on the back and walks around the ring a little bit. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well this man says he isn't a coward, yet---he just confessed that he's going to have Limelight fight all of his battles for him! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Give the man a break, Maxy! He's a very important person, maybe he NEEDS the protection! He could have a lot of people after him! Maxwell McNally: Well if there have been any other cheap attacks like what happened to Jay Zero, I wouldn't be surprised if we have a group of several people storm one of our events to try and beat this man down! His logic just sounds sick. One minute he's a friendly fan-goer. Then the next he's preaching on how Limelight wants to taste Jay Zero's blood? That is just deranged! And now he's acting as if each and every one of our fans has--I don't know, some kind of deadly disease and he wants nothing to do with them! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Oh stop gettin' your panties all up in a bunch! Back in the ring, Savich has pulled the microphone back up to his lips and is ready to talk. [/center] Savich : So until Jay Zero returns and walks down to this ring to ask me himself---Limelight and I are going to be going for bigger and better things! My first goal! That tiny man Jake Cheng and his World Heavyweight Title! "What?!" chants the crowd in an old Stone Cold Steve Austin fashion. [/center] Savich : Oh that's right! See--like I said earlier, NOTHING and I mean NOTHING is going to stand in our way of becoming the best that ACW has ever seen! ---- And just then the voice of Nicholas Savich is interrupted when "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet hits the sound system loud and hard. Savich doesn't budge a bit, but instead he smiles. Limelight becomes a bit riled up, rolling his shoulders and attempting to stretch them out as the crowd sends out mixed reactions for Jay Zero. [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Wait! I thought Jay Zero wasn't going to be here on the doctor's request! And right after 'Fast' Eddie says that, it is none other than girlfriend Stefanie Collins that walks out from the backstage area and onto the stage. The emotion in the arena then changes as all the love-sick men in the crowd begin to whistle and adore the lovely blond as she struts out towards the ring with a microphone in hand, and a scowl on her face. Limelight looks disappointed once he sees that Jay Zero will NOT be making his way out from the back and Nicholas tells him to stand down. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Yes, Jay Zero is not going to be here, but ACW.com did tell us that Stefanie was and she wasn't afraid to come on out here and go face to face with the beast himself! Stefanie climbs up the steel steps and walks down the apron. Being a "gentlemen", Nicholas sits on the second rope and pushes up the top rope for Stefanie. She hesitates and slowly gives in. The music immediately begins to fade out as she enters the ring and quickly pulls the microphone up to her moist lips. [/center] Stefanie: Alright you piece of --- Nicholas is quick to respond and interrupt. [/center] Savich : Ah! Ah! Ah! Now dear, where are your manners? I don't even know your name! Stefanie: Alright, first off, I ain't your "dear", okay? Now second of all, manners? You of all people are askin' bout manners sug'? Savich : Why--Yes! I believe I am! She shakes her head with a sigh and then looks disgustedly at Nicholas. [/center] Stefanie: Okay, manners? Well I don't know sug', I guess I forgot manners for you when y'all decided to get involved in business that didn't concern you and then throw my baby off that stage! But now, let me just ask you---did you get whatch y'all were lookin' for? Did y'all get whatch you came here to do? 'Cause I don't think a piece of a shit like you is gonna' last in a place like this if all you do is stand behind a brainless waste of space and have him settle your issues for you! Right after she says that, Limelight passes past Savich, bumping him with his shoulder in the process as he starts to become heated after the comments from Stefanie. [/center] Stefanie: Oh speak of the retard! No whatch you gonna do hunny? Throw me off the a stage too? Well guess what sug' you try any funny stuff like that on me, and you're gonna' have to deal with a size 7 heel sticking straight outta' your ass! You understand me? The crowd begins to laugh and get behind Stefanie as she continues to egg on Limelight. He is becoming very ill-tempered now and Savich steps into the foreground to push him into the background of the situation to cool down a bit. Savich laughs and shakes his head at Stefanie. [/center] Savich : You got a lot of nerve, woman! If you ask me, I'd say it won't be long before you tend to just get on my[/b] nerves! And you know what happens when people...get on my nerves? Stefanie: Hm, guess not. but let me take a wild guess--you tie them up, shove them in your trunk and then drag them to your secret sex dungeon where you force them to watch you and doofus over there while you get it on? The crowd is totally behind Stefanie now as even Savich appears to be getting angry. [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: H-whoa ho hooo! Maxwell McNally: She'd better watch her mouth before Savich sicks Limelight to do something that he's going to regret! Savich : Actually . . .No! When people get on my nerves, they tend to end up like your little "Superstar!" In the hospital and out of commission! They boo Nicholas as he thinks he has gotten the last word. He begins to back up and then lead Limelight towards exiting the ring, but then Stefanie pulls her microphone up for one last statement. [/center] Stefanie: Yeah well y'know, sug'! It's only gonna' be a matter of time before Jay gets back! And when he does--you better pray to god that you'll get a pair of eyes in the back of your head. 'Cause my baby ain't just gonna go down like that! He wants answers . . . .and in that hospital he straight up told me about how much he wants to get back at you. If you wanna play dirty and take him out while his mind is elsewhere you go right ahead---because two can play at that game sug'! But always remember, he doesn't travel alone! When you mess with Jay Zero, you get the entire Entourage! The crowd cheers and a slight "Mr 500%" chant starts up. [/center] Stefanie: ---And if y'all are still wondering. My name's Stefanie Collins, the wrong girl you picked to mess with! She drops the microphone and when she does that, her boyfriends theme music "Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" hits the P.A and she bends over to exit the ring. Savich looks back at Limelight and then yells to his associate: "Just wait...Soon big man, soon!" Stefanie begins to walk up the ramp way, leaving the two newcomers to ACW standing alone in the ring as the scene begins to fade out. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:09:58 GMT -5
Segment: Eighteen Years (Credit: Lucrezia)
Anna Sommers dashes down a corridor, disguised in her makeshift costume. She clutches her heaving chest, speech coming in labored gasps.
Anna: Come on...nearly there...
She twists her neck to check for followers. In her haste, she slams into a solid frame, knocking her to the floor.
Anna: Oof!
Gingerdude: Anna! Are you hurt?
She scrambles to her feet, readjusting her peacoat and sunglasses, fake plastic nose dangling from her face.
Anna: No. No, I'm fine.
A very pregnant pause, then...
Anna: I have to go.
She skirts past him. Ginger wheels around, completely at a loss for words.
Gingerdude: Please, Anna! We need to talk!
Anna stops, unable to turn and face him.
Anna: Eighteen years. Eighteen years I've known you, and now we need to talk?
Gingerdude: If you'll just--
Anna: No. Goodbye, Ginger.
Gingerdude: But I...
In a flurry of Hermès scarves, Anna whips around a corner and out of sight.
Ginger stands, rooted to the floor.
Gingerdude: ...love you.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:10:32 GMT -5
Pulling For You (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London)
Still bodyguardsless, the Champion makes his second pit stop. After his plan to get Thunderkiss to back out of the Number One Contender voting fails, lets see what Jake has planned for the other nominee. At the door of his former tag team partner’s locker room, Jake stands wondering how he should approach BK London. And for some reason he decides banging on the door was his best idea...
Jake: London, open this door!
Jake’s wish was BK’s command as the door swung open. Standing before the World Champion was another former World Champion in his own right, and also the former tag teamer partner of Jake, it was the one - the only - BK London. Jake was taken back a bit at the attire of BK London - or actually, the lack thereof. Sporting only a towel and shower cap, BK didn't look too happy with Jake interrupting his shower.
BK London: What do you want boy?
Jake: ..why are you taking a shower? You don't even have a match.
BK London: Just because you roll around the halls with a foul odor when YOU don't have a match doesn't mean I have to.
Jake: Foul odor? No my friend, that's the smell of a champion.
BK London: This will be the last time I ask you this boy, what do you want?
Jake: Oh right, I just wanted to wish you good luck.
BK London: Good luck with what?
Jake: No. In the Number One Contender voting.
BK London: ...right, I'm going to go back to my shower.
BK attempts to return to the steamy bathroom, but Jake uses his foot to stop BK from shutting the door from closing on him. BK continues to try to close the door, repeatedly slamming the door against the side of Jake's foot.
Jake: Ow, ow. Quit it!
He does it once more before completely stopping.
BK London: No, seriously. I talked to Thunderkiss to try to get him to pull out of the voting but...
BK: - But he made a pulling out joke and said no.
Jake: Yup.
BK: Figures. Why did you ask him to pul...to forfeit the voting?
Jake: No one wants to watch TK and I wrestle. You and me would make a much more exciting match.
BK: ...stop bullshitting and give me the real reason.
Jake: Ok ok, I want to kick your ass so bad. Payback for all those times where you edged out a win. Prove to myself, prove to the World and prove to you that I was always the better half of Top Draw.
BK: ....well, good luck with that kiddo. Now if you excuse me, I left the water running.
This time, Jake pulls his foot away and BK London shuts the door. The Asian Extraordinaire stands at the door of BK’s locker room for a couple moments before walking away. While the Champion may have secret motives, fate is entirely out of his hands.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:11:56 GMT -5
Match 4: Jon Taylor vs. Silencio - Submission Match (Credit: Hunter)
Although neither man really had much to prove, both of them being powerful members of the midcard roster, they still gave this match their all, and utilized some of their lesser seen moves to benefit the stipulations. Taylor seemed to be more passionate and aggressive than usual, likely due to his recent win at the PPV, and he was frequently cheered on by his manager and trainer, Bill, who decided to accompany his friend to ringside. The match started off with a bang, and Taylor decided to bust out his brand new striking moves, namely a shin kick-elbow strike combination, which proved very effective, as it managed to knock Silencio down fairly quickly. The latter recovered just as quickly, and used a favorite move of his, the Japanese arm drag to armbar combination, to turn the match in his favor.
The two continued to do battle for a few minutes after this, with Taylor attempting to use as much of his brand new striking arsenal as possible, with Silencio cleverly using a balanced amount of submissions and grapples to gradually weaken his opponent, never choosing to go for the bigger moves until later in the match. He eventually decided to take the risk by kicking Taylor in the gut and nailing him in the side of the head with a discus punch, but then cleverly turning it into a lungblower. He instinctively went for the pin, but then remembering the stipulations, promptly locked in the modified stretch plum. Taylor, still urged on by the ever-present Bill, managed to grab a nearby rope, return to his feet, and hit a Taylor DDT out of nowhere.
The two, realizing that the end was imminent, promptly switched over to their submission moves, with Taylor using any given opportunity to lock in his Triangle of Perfection...but alas, this proves difficult for him, as Silencio manages to dodge it all the time, and on one particular reversal, even managed to nail the Silent Shift. He quickly went for the Koji Clutch, but Taylor managed to roll out of it, and then hopped up to his feet and suddenly hit a german suplex. He then lifted Silencio up and tried for the Clinch, but Silencio managed to turn it into the Downward Spiral. He tries to lock Taylor in to the Pandora's Box, and the IN Champion does so on purpose. The moment that Silencio thinks he has the move locked in and the match won, Taylor quickly jerks forward, dropkicks the still seated Silencio, and then locks in the Triangle of Perfection out of nowhere! The fans cheer loudly for this move, and eventually Silencio has no choice but to tap out.
As occasionally happens, the wait between matches is suddenly interrupted for the fans in the arena as the lights dim, and a message, similar to one seen before Ragnarok, appears on the Alphatron.
"Days...
Hours...
Minutes...
I could be there at any of those points. I'm not giving you any breathing room to solve the mystery for yourself, I'm only developing the intrigue. I give you pieces and you solve the puzzle, but will I give you ALL the pieces? You may get a little too cocky and that's the precise moment I strike. I may earn respect but that's not what I'm after. When the curtains are withdrawn and you see me as the playwright, your eyes will open as far as your jaws have dropped.
Count the days...
Count the hours...
Count the minutes...
BLOODY VALENTINE"
The message ends as abruptly as it began; still the fans have no idea who is responsible.
But now, at least, they have a date… and a deepening mystery.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:13:47 GMT -5
She wanted to know (Credit: Red)
Cameras fade in as “Reds Fan” by Freekbass hits the speaker system. Instead of seeing Mr. Red come out, the crowd is mildly shocked to see Mrs. Red come from behind the curton instead of her man. The Latin lady of Mr. Red walks to the ring smiling and waving to the crowd. She climbs into the ring and calls out for a mic.
Mrs. Red: Last weekend, at Ragnarok. Some pendejo took me hostage and threatened my life. All over something that happened between this guy and my fiancée many years ago. So I want to know…Que pasa? What in the world can drive a man to nearly kill an innocent woman? What has Mr. Red done that needs murder as a method of revenge? Honey, come out here so we can find out.
After a few moments of stalling, “Reds Fan” hits the speakers once again. Mr. Red emerges from backstage with a somewhat worried look on his face. He begins a slow walk to the ring, staring at the ground as he makes his way down. He slides into the ring and walks over to Mrs. Red. He stares at her for a moment before slowly reaching for her mic.
He raises it up to speak but doesn’t say a word. He lowers the mic and looks out into the crowd. The crowd begins to chant to Red “LET US HEAR IT.”
Before anyone can go any further “The End is Near” begins to play. Gabriel Peters emerges from backstage with his normal evil look on his face. He walks to the ring glaring at Red, who is staring right back at Peters. Behind Red, Mrs. Red has a look of complete fear as she backs against the ropes. Gabriel slides into the ring and walks up to Red. Peters has a microphone in hand and ready to speak.
Gabriel: What are you waiting, buddy? You seem to be afraid to spit out the truth. There is no escaping it, Red. You can’t run from the truth. If you don’t tell her why you shot my father, then I will. Mrs. Red, baby, your hubby killed my father becau…..
Red: Stop! I’ve had enough of you already.
Gabriel: Fine by me. I’ve been sick of your games. You have been running for almost a week now. It’s time for business.
Both men stare down for a moment. Gabriel then lunges for Mrs. Red. Mr. Red reacts quickly and delivers a vicious clothesline to Peters. Red stomps away at Gabriel for a moment. Then he grabs the legs of his enemy and slaps on the Red-Lock.
Mrs. Red slides out of the ring and huddles near the announce table. Mr. Red lets go of Gabriel and slides out of the ring as well. He begins searching under the ring until he finds a baseball bat. After pulling out the bat, he walks over to his lady. He gives her a peck on the cheek and tells her to head to the ramp.
Red slides back into the ring as Peters is struggles to get back to his feet. Mr. Red charges at Gabriel ready to swing the bat. Red is met with a super kick out of nowhere. The bat flies out of Red’s hands and sails out of the ring. Red stumbles back against the ropes. He regains his focus and charges Gabe. Gabriel quickly catches Red and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He spins Red into an F-5.
Gabriel sits up and shifts his evil gaze to Mrs. Red who is inching her way toward the ramp. She sees his eyes settle onto her. She turns and races up the ramp. Gabriel slides out of the ring and begins his pursuit.
Moments later Red begins to come to in the ring. He looks around and notices that Gabriel and Mrs. Red are gone. The camera fades out as Red is racing back up the ramp and disappearing backstage.
FADE OUT
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Post by BK London on Jan 31, 2008 17:14:32 GMT -5
Segment: Roomies (Credit: Lucrezia / AK)
With all the grace of a one-legged ostrich, the cameras cut from the previous scene to a new one. Since she has no match scheduled for tonight, Alicia Laureano thumbs through her BlackBerry with the show playing in the background on her modestly-sized dressing room TV, managing some personal business. There is the faintest of knocks and then the door opens unbidden; momentarily on alert, she eyes an approaching stranger, bizarre in appearance. Clad in a charcoal peacoat, oversized hat, and comical oval sunglasses with a fake plastic nose, the feminine figure sets her Burberry handbag beside Alicia on the couch.
Stranger: Psst. It's me.
All of Alicia’s nerves quickly get the order to stand down. She raises an eyebrow.
Alicia: Nice Burberry, Anna.
Anna: Nice BlackBerry.
Alicia: Before we engage in further witless repartee, is there a particular reason why you're wearing a false nose?
Anna taps her plastic nostrils, exhaling a long shhhhh.
Anna: Not so loud! This disguise is for my protection.
The eyebrow outdoes itself and sets a personal best for height.
Alicia: ...Your protection.
Anna: Yes! There has been...
She inhales with a flourish. Alicia rolls her eyes.
Anna: ...an attempt on my life! Thunderkiss and that awful 'thing' of a nurse cut the brakes on my car.
Theatricals or otherwise, just the mention of Thunderkiss is enough to require Alicia’s full attention, and she quickly shuts her device off.
Alicia: Have you reported this to the police?
Anna: I can't trust the police! Besides, I have no real evidence linking 'Thundertard' to the crime.
Alicia massages her beating temples. Anna gabbles on, oblivious to her proximity to a slowly bubbling volcano.
Anna: Because, you know, the last time I went to the police was to report a stolen purse, and they were incredibly rude about it too! So what if I slapped the idiot intern who couldn't differentiate between a Chanel and a Prada? I mean, any moron could tell that Chanel handbags always carry the signature--
Alicia: Will you please shut up!
The outburst elicits a soft whimper from Anna.
Anna: But...but...handbags...
Alicia: Enough! This is still some sort of warped game to you, isn't it?! A sociopath cuts your brakes, and here you are in a sodding plastic nose prattling on about couture!
The sharpness of her tone ruffles Anna’s feathers, but does at least succeed in getting her mind focused on the present.
Anna: What else am I supposed to do? I came to you for help!
Alicia: You want my help? I think you need to understand exactly what it is you’re asking me to help you with, Anna. This isn't a game, and you’ve succeeded in angering an extremely violent, twisted and dangerous individual. In all likelihood, people are going to die. Probably you. Probably your unborn child. And if I can be brutally honest here, the very last thing in the world I want to do is to risk attracting that man’s attention to myself. I really do not want to end up in the ER, or worse, on account of your own idiocy, Ms Sommers.
Anna sniffs back tears, wiping her plastic nose with a handkerchief.
Anna: No...I never wanted this...it just snowballed and...I'm so young! I'm too young to be so fat! Please, just tell me what I should do!
Anna Sommers, blessed with extraordinary wealth, could never afford to grow up. Alicia exhales with a long sigh.
Alicia: All right. One thing is crystal clear; As long as you carry his child, you're not safe.
Anna: You mean...?
Alicia: Yes. It's not something I particularly advocate. However, given the circumstances...
Anna gulps, staring down at her own belly, beating with life.
Anna: No. I can't do that, Alicia. I could never do that. If the child dies, I'll go with it.
Alicia stares at Anna with a mixture of pity and frustration etched on her face. She hadn’t expected such conviction from someone so shallow in most other aspects, and it speaks to the still centre of her which is calm even in the fiercest of storms.
Alicia: I admire your courage, Anna. But I’m afraid that your choice could be your funeral. Er...metaphorically speaking.
She adds hastily, catching Anna blanching.
Anna: Alicia, please! I'm scared. He knows where I live and Ginger and I...well...I can't go back to my apartment!
The weight of Alicia's conscience drags her down. Against all her better judgments, she can't leave a woman to the mercy of Thunderkiss, however vapid she might be.
Alicia: I take it you need a place to stay?
Anna: Please, yes, just for a while, just until this blows over. I swear, I'll pay rent, I'll cook, clean, whatever you want me to do!
Anna Sommers is begging. A landmark moment for the heiress and receptionist by trade. Alicia smiles.
Alicia: Cook, eh? Well, if your taco creations aren't utter failures, I'm sure Victor won't mind an extra body around the place. Just promise me I won’t find you wearing my clothes…
Anna: Eww, no thanks. White with this figure?
Anna’s waspish nature rears itself, but not to the exclusion of the gratitude she feels. She breathes a sigh of relief, clasping Alicia's hands in her own.
Anna: Thank you thank you thank you!
Alicia: I'll drive you home tonight. Be ready to leave at the show's end. And in the meantime, stay in sight of other people, that will provide a certain degree of safety.
She pulls away from Anna's grip. Anna nods, returning to her usual haughtiness.
Anna: Right. Of course. Tata, then!
As Anna struts off out of the room, Alicia slides off of the couch and sinks to the carpeted floor. The prospect of Anna Sommers shacking up in the Laureano residence for an undisclosed period of time drags her down, down, down…
Alicia: Oh, hell. Why does this stuff always happen to me?
She shakes her head, but then suddenly pauses, although no external stimulus is evident. Those with incredibly sharp eyes might just have caught the sight of the signet ring on her finger catch the light and flare… or did the fire come from within?
Alicia: That was mean, love. True perhaps, but mean…
No explanation for this bizarre comment to mid-air is forthcoming as Alicia settles down to get back to her torrent of emails…
Fade.
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