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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:36:15 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown February 7, 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------------------------------
Ken Dante w/Punished Fox vs. Lucrezia w/Cesare vs. Mo Kincain w/Jo Kincain
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Andrew Starr vs. Rena Matheson
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Alex Richmond vs. Jonny Hughes
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BK London vs. Jay Zero
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ACW International Championship Jon Taylor vs. Fallen Souls
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:37:04 GMT -5
Segment: And the winner is... (Credit: BK/TK)
The show doesn't kick off with the traditional pyrotechnic spectacular like we usually see on a Thursday Night. Instead, the viewers at home are welcomed to the two men they have been voting for on ACW's homepage to determine the No.1 Contender for Jake's Championship at Bloody Valentine..
BK London's music is still prevantly heard throughout the arena as he walks around the ring, greeting the fans before eventually sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He walks past the charismatic behemoth Thunderkiss before ascending to the middle turnbuckle and further acknowledging his fans. BK turns his head back down and stares at Thunderkiss, who looks fairly confident going into this contest tonight.
BK hops down from the middle turnbuckle and gets right up to Thunderkiss' face. The two begin trash talking, with their mouths going a mile a minute, and finally we hear Gingerdude's Theme sounding through the speaker. The classic ACW theme ceases the barrage of words between the two as they turn their attention to the stage where Gingerdude struts down with a huge envelope in hand.
The Chairman enters the ring and stands before the two No.1 Contender choices and stares at them a bit before demanding a microphone. Phillip presents him with a microphone and now he stands before the two men.
Gingerdude: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight, we do something ground-breaking. We do something that has never been done in ACW history. For the first time ever, we will decide the No.1 Contender for the ACW Heavyweight Championship thanks to you fans!
This gets a obvious pop from the crowd, a cheap one at that.
Ginger: Over 16 million votes were counted and I have here in my hand, the name of the man who will go onto Bloody Valentine to face ACW Heavyweight Champion - Jake Cheng!
The crowd isn't fond of Jake Cheng, as they show their disapproval for the champion, but the camera is closing in on the huge envelope in Chairman Gingerdude's hand.
Gingerdude: So without further adue...
Ginger reaches to open the envelope, but Thunderkiss advances towards him and snatches the microphone out of his hand. Gingerdude isn't to pleased with the lack of manners from Thunderkiss, but at this moment it doesn't seem the big man could give a damn.
Thunderkiss: Lets spare the drama for everyone’s mama Gingersnap! We all know who’s name is in that envelope so lets just skip right on past this procedure and announce myself as the winner! Jake Cheng, tonight your death certificate will be signed in the form of a contract and at Blood Valentine, all in the Kiss Army will be paid back in full as they watch ME become the NEW ACW Heavyweight Champion!
The majority of the reaction are boos, but somewhere in the arena you can hear the Kiss army going absolutely crazy. Luckily, during Thunderkiss' rant, Phillip provided BK London with his own microphone.
BK London: The Kiss Army huh? The Kiss Army who are sitting ALL the way up in the cheap seats! The nosebleed section! Those members of the Kiss Army!
BK points all the way up, and those who managed to grab front row seats take look up to see the Kiss Army cursing and flipping off BK London.
BK London: How's the weather up there guys? How about you guys GET A JOB and maybe you can managed to fill out the section down here, where the action is! Where the London-heads are going absolutely nuts!
A huge pop from those sitting close to the ringside area, and BK London smiles at Thunderkiss.
BK London: You see Thunderkiss? If there's anyone who's going to become NEW ACW Heavyweight Champion at Bloody Valentine, it's going to be the one, the only, B-K London!
Ginger snatches the microphone out of the hand of Thunderkiss, and now addresses both.
Gingerdude: That's enough! The only person who knows who will go to Bloody Valentine to face Jake Cheng, is ME! And I have the result right here in my hand, so I suggest you two shut your mouths so I can get this thing started.
A huge amount of heat from the crowd, it seems both the London-heads and The Kiss Army aren't taking the tongue lashing their idols recieved too happily.
Gingerdude: NOW! With no more interruptions, the man who will go onto face Jake Cheng at Bloody Valentine, is..
He rips open the special ACW seal and peels open the envelope, taking out a white sheet of paper. There is a dramatic pause between the last few words Gingerdude says, and the next two words that come out of his mouth. Both men are eagerly anticipating the result, and finally Ginger says it - but in a questionable fashion.
Gingerdude: ...THUNDERKISS?!
BK London: WHAT?!
The Kiss Army is going crazy up in Row 402XXX while the fans down by the front row are absolutely shocked and pissed at the result. A huge amount of heat follows as Thunderkiss celebrates in the middle of the ring. Confetti and ballons begin to drop down from the rafters, and you would think the man won the ACW Heavyweight Championship himself.
Members of The Entourage begin to pour out from the back as BK London exits the ring, and the crowd continues to boo this celebration in the ring. Not so much disappointed, but BK London is quite shocked at the result of this poll. He looks back one more time as Thunderkiss gives BK London the big 'L' for LOSER. BK disappears to the back while the Entourage members celebrate in the ring. For the first time ever, Thunderkiss will get his shot at the ACW Heavyweight Championship...what does that mean for Jake Cheng? We will soon find out..
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:38:45 GMT -5
Segment: The Ban (Credit: Lucrezia)
The cameras follow Cesare Damiano down a nondescript backstage corridor. He brushes a few strands of raven hair with delicate pianist fingers, smirking with practiced confidence. Straightening his Armani necktie, the Machiavellian youth pushes through an unlocked door. He leans up against the wall of his locker room, the back of his hand stroking his defined chin, a gesture of supreme grace.
Cesare: Lu? Best not dawdle, love. Your match is drawing closer.
He releases an audible sigh, eyelids falling over deep brown irises. The past few weeks have been harrowing, simply harrowing. From ambushing the Chairman to intervening in a professional wrestling match, Cesare's hands are caked in metaphorical dirt. Grunt work. He is a slave to grunt work. The pride of Thomas Aquinas reduced to ferreting after his loony sister in middle America, all for 'ad majorem Dei glorium.'
Cesare: If I call for you again, I shall be quite cross.
Lucrezia's chestnut hair whips around a corner. She glowers up at Cesare, teeth barred like a caged animal. A lesser person might flee for a safer location, such as Antarctica, but Cesare does not cow easily. Rolling his eyes, the Italian fashionista extends a slim, olive arm for his sister to grasp. She lunges, nails nearly puncturing his skin as she hoists herself up. Her breath is hot and spicy on his neck. He sniffs the air experimentally, and something stirs in his loins.
Cesare: You've been feasting.
She wipes the corners of her mouth with long fingers, nails chipping dried blood clusters on her alabaster skin. She runs a pink, wet tongue along his jawline, nipping at his ear with uncertain affection.
Lucrezia: Sorry, love. I have bits of him stuck in my teeth. Nasty old thing.
Cesare peers around the corner then blanches. He could never match his sister's instincts for brutality; however, a subversive thrill trickles down his spine to his carnal pleasure centers. He arches his back, short of breath, hands tracing the curves of his sister's body. She pulls him close, whispering the edicts of Gesu Cristo in his tender ear.
Lucrezia: The moon. In my head. He's outside.
Cesare turns, eying the closed door with contempt. He detaches himself from his sister with some difficulty, gingerly stepping over a splash of blood pooling on the floor. Remember: sinister. Sinister, but diabolical. And intelligent, don't forget intelligent. With a flourish, he swings open the locker room door.
Wolf: You! You little shit!
Cesare: Yes. Good evening to you, sir.
He answers, a sinister, diabolical, and intelligent manager. Wolf growls, unable to remember the last time a duo so devious got the better of him. The rage bubbles up from the pits of his stomach and bursts forth. With a mighty yell, he makes for the scruff of Cesare's designer shirt. The nimble teenager avoids the lunge with a side step, and retaliates by slamming the heavy door on Wolf's outstretched hand.
Cesare: In retrospect, not your best move.
Cesare keeps Wolf's fingers firmly wedged between the door and frame. Lucrezia cackles, dancing to ethereal music, her nails running down the fabric of her dress and drawing back up her inner thighs. Cesare fights to be heard over Wolf's anguished cries.
Cesare: I regret smashing your hand; I really do. Wait, let's be honest here: the thought of you squirming in pain, helpless in my thrall, gives me pleasure on so many levels that I'm moments away from an embarrassing swoon.
Wolf: I'll-get-you-for-this!
Cesare: I pray you succeed in all your endeavors, Mr. Wolf. But since you're so eager for a taste of revenge, allow me to book a rematch for Warfare. That is, if your hand isn't broken.
Wolf's growls increase in volume. Lucrezia nods to Cesare, wrapping her bony arms around his midsection, gyrating her hips in a sensual dance. Cesare smirks, grateful the door shields his lower half from view.
Cesare: I'll interpret your growl of Neanderthalic rage to mean 'yes.' Good night to you, sir.
Quick as a flash, Cesare releases the Fallout star's hand and promptly shuts the door, bolting the locks against unwanted retaliation. He turns back to his sister, now lying spread-eagled on the floor, red dress dissolving in the deep crimson of the oriental rug. Cesare joins her, resting his head on a welcoming breast. She cradles him, crooning softly, but the words remain unclear.
Cesare: Be good for me tonight, Lu. Be my special angel.
Lucrezia: Close, close, close!
Cesare: No. Not 'close.' Dominate. Obliterate. Exterminate. Just as the Lord says, remember?
Lucrezia: 'They devoted the city to the Lord and destroyed with the sword every living thing in it...men and women, young and old, cattle, sheep and donkeys.' Joshua! Joshua!
Lucrezia purrs, the thought of so much destruction excites her. She snuggles her younger brother, yearning for a closeness that can never be. For Cesare, it is much the same. But brother and sister cling to each other, infusing the other with hope. The journey is only starting...
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:39:50 GMT -5
Segment: Step Up (Credit: Jin)
The view opens to a familiar sight to ACW viewers, Ginger's office. He is sitting behind his desk, filling out papers or whatever ginger west ham fans do. Suddenly there is a knock on the door and "The Silent Assassin" Jin struts in. He grins as he falls into one of Ginger's chairs.
Jin: You called?
Ginger doesn't look very happy, but Jin still grins straight through him.
Ginger: Jin, I don't know how to say this, your boring,
Jin: You what?
The grin is whipped from Jin's face as he sits up.
Ginger: Fan feedback says that you've got boring. Fans think your matches lack aggression.
Jin: Did they see my street fight wit-
Ginger: Chairs don't make aggression. Stiff strikes and quick barrages do. Now your going to to improve this feedback, or your out. You cost us lots of money, we decided against bringing back Shikari to get you in. Do you want him to take your spot?
Jin simply breaths out.
Jin: No.
Ginger: No, so next week I need you to get out there and show some class.
Jin: Speaking of which, why aren't I on tonights card?
Ginger: We have better matches planned,
Jin: Why not just add me to Ken Dante vs. Lucrezia vs. Mo?
Ginger: You need a manager.
Jin: WHAT THE FUCK! Do you want me to leave?
Ginger: No, I want you to step it up!
Jin storms up and walks straight out the door as Ginger shrugs, then gets back to ginger stuff.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:42:45 GMT -5
The Reds meet Jo (credit mojo and Red)
The scene opens and Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown arriving at the ACW arena. They check in and head through the labyrinth of corridors towards their locker room area, as they go, they pass through the cafeteria area and Mrs. Red stops.
Mrs. Red: "Espera, honey. I want to something to drink."
She walks over to the vending machine to place some money in it but is quickly pushed out of the way. She looks over to see the pint-sized figure that has pushed in-front of her.
Jo Kincain: "I was here first. You need to wait your turn, missy."
Mrs. Red: "Pinche, guey. Que piensas empujar una mujer? Solo quiero un refresco."
Jo leans in closer with a sneer on his face.
Jo: "Uuhhmm....un burrito...por favor...? Listen 'chica' I don’t speak your stupid language. Why don’t you translate that again, or have you got a Ricky Martin concert to go to or something!?"
Jo starts laughing at her and turns to walk away. He finds himself suddenly face to face with Mrs. Red’s man. Mr. Red glares at Jo, itching to knock him on his ass.
Mr. Red: "You know, kid. The last person that pushed my fiancée didn’t get off so easily. You better watch yourself or you might just find me beating your ass."
Jo: "Okay Granddaddy! Thing is, you should probably save the spanking for Mrs Burrito over there, she looks like she needs it...as for me, well, don't touch what you can't afford...Unless of course, you want to come out to the ring and let me school you in the way of the warrior!?"
Mr. Red: "Sounds great, son. I will see you out there."
Jo walks past Red to leave but makes sure to brush past him on his way by.
Mrs. Red: You have any idea who that was?
Mr. Red: No idea. Just some punk kid trying to make a name for himself. At least we are safe tonight. Gabriel’s stupid ass has been banned from the building.
Mrs. Red: That won’t stop him from showing up.
Mr. Red: I hear that he has been told that if he is found in the arena, he will be arrested.
The camera fades out as the pair head back toward their locker room.
FADE OUT.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:43:24 GMT -5
Match 1: Ken Dante w/Punished Fox vs. Lucrezia w/Cesare vs. Mo Kincain w/Jo Kincain (Credit: Richmond)
Will be posted when Richmond hops to it.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:43:52 GMT -5
Segment: To be a champion Credit: Jon Taylor
What does it take to be a champion? Heart, Determination, Commitment, Talent, Dedication? These are all things which can be considered to be important for a champion to possess. After all, how can one expect to reach the top the ladder with no talent? Equally so, how could one expect to reach that goal without having the dedication or determination? Many competitors possess these "skills" in different combinations, which is no surprise but it is rare to come across a champion who possesses all 5 of these skills. That champion is Jon Taylor; otherwise known as the Ultimate Competitor. Adequately named, you could say so. In past weeks this man has been on a rampage, from destroying Libertines to ending the career Silencio; you name it he's done it. But it was this past Monday which may have really sparked something inside of Taylor. Hit by the oldest trick in the book by the Former World Champion, Hunter, This not only resulted with a disqualification, but with a loss being added to his record. Believe it or not, Taylor doesn't take kindly to having people cheat against him. He never forgets it either. But there is something of higher importance than getting revenge on Hunter, and that is defending his International Championship. Despite having trouble finding someone willing to take on The Ultimate Competitor, Ginger may have just found someone crazy enough to do it; Fallen Souls. FSX is no stranger to championship glory, having even held the International Title himself; although for only a mere 16 days. But one interesting thing about this match is; FSX had never defeated anyone who could be compared to Jon Taylor. Taylor's size dwindled the relatively tall FSX (for an asian, anyway), the worrying thing for Fallen was that Taylor's size did not affect his agility, one of the main advantages a smaller man could expect to have. This was sure to be an interesting matchup between two very different competitors.
As always, Taylor was being thorough in his preparation. From watching tapes of his opponent to taking 5 mile runs daily, you name it, Taylor did it. Taylor was never one to waste his talent with lack of dedication, which had happened to so many before him. But there was something different about Taylor on this specific day. He was giving the term intensity a whole new meaning. After his embarrassment at the hands of Hunter on the last Warfare Taylor knew he had to defend his championship with a convincing win.
Taylor could be seen in the training room praticising his strikes on a huge heavy bag. Every week it appeared that he was attaining more accuracy and power in each of his strikes, his flexibility was also hugely improved. Each time he struck the huge bag with a knee or an elbow the whole room would shake from the impact. Large dents were appearing in the bag from where Taylor had struck it with such power. Since the arrival of Bill Wright it appears that Taylor has not only become a new person, but also has a new body. Gone has the slightly muscular body he once possessed; it has now been replaced with a ripped one a bodybuilder would be proud to have. Despite this, Bill (who was standing adjacent to Taylor watching him train on the heavy bag) didn't appear to be too happy.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Jon, I think it's time you took a break.
Taylor, wearing a pair of training shorts and t-shirt looks like he had just got out of a pool he was sweating so much. Taylor stops hitting the bag and looks over in the direction of Bill.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No, I need to make sure i'm in the best physical condition I can be in.
Taylor pauses to rub the sweat away from his eyes.
This title [Taylor gestures over to a bench at the side of the room which had his title laid on] isn't just a fashion accessory; it shows i'm the best.
Bill sighs.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
And you think training at this level of intensity shortly before a match is going to help you?
Taylor seems unsure what to answer with
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Well, I wouldn't be doing it otherwise, would I?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You should be relaxing backstage, rehydrating your body before going out there. Doing what you're doing at the moment is only going to help your opponent.
Taylor looks slightly confused
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I suppose I could use a break-
Bill interrupts Taylor before he can finish his sentence
Bill Wright | The Trainer
No, I think you should call it a day, actually. If you work out anymore before the match you are just going to reduce your cardio which will give you’re opponent an advantage if the match goes on longer.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I guess I am overdoing it a bit...
Bill smiles
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Just slightly. You need to relax; if you're tense then you will make it much harder for yourself.
Taylor appears to be calming down slightly, though he is still sweating quite a bit.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I am just eager to make sure I am prepared properly for this match, after the embarrassment of Monday.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You need to forget about that cheating son of a bitch Hunter, and instead focus on the task at hand; to retain your championship.
Taylor pauses before replying, he appears to be thoughtful now.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I am focused on tonight, though after the tapes I watched of Fallen Souls, it doesn't look as if he will be too much trouble.
Bill chuckles.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
I didn't say relax that much!
Taylor makes his way over to the bench at the side of the room, where his title is. Next to the bench is a sports bag, Taylor reaches inside and takes out a towel, he wipes the sweat away from his face and puts the towel back inside. This time he instead takes out a water bottle. He drinks about half of the contents before placing the bottle back in the bag. Bill has now also joined Taylor and is now sitting on the bench, though; instead of drinking water Bill appears to be drinking Dr. Pepper.
There is a large knock at the door; Taylor and Bill look over to see what it is. A man enters the room, he is about 5ft 10 with a medium build.
Tommy Franklin | ACW Staff
Jon Taylor?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Yes?
The man pauses before replying, he appears to be intimidated by Taylor and Bill
Tommy Franklin | ACW Staff
You're on in 10
Taylor doesn't look too pleased
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Didn't you remember that I told you to give me more warning than last time?
The man looks scared at the change in tone of Taylor's voice
Tommy Franklin | ACW Staff
Er....sorry sir
Franklin immediately turns and runs away, before Taylor can reply.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Why do people never listen?
Taylor frowns. Bill, looks confused.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
What was that about?
Taylor looks up
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Sorry?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You're on in 10? What for?
Taylor remembers that he forgot to tell Bill earlier
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Oh yeah...
Taylor pauses
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
About that. I thought i'd go out and make a few things very clear to some of the roster and my opponent for tonight, Fallen Souls.
Bill groans.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
So much for relaxing before your match.
Bill pauses
Well we may as well get going.
Taylor nods. Taylor picks up his sports bag, and Bill downs the rest of the Dr. Pepper. They head towards the exit.
End.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:46:37 GMT -5
Segment: Is that a Keg or a House? Credit: Wade Russeller
The fans are enjoying the ACW action and right after a phenomenal match ends the Alphatron flashes a message.
[glow=red,2,300]"UP NEXT........WAYDE RUSSLER DEBUT'S!"[/glow]
Before the fan even have a chance to digest this information, "Get Drunk and be somebody" plays on the loud speaker and a man walks out onto the stage wearing a black cowboy hat and white tights. The crotch and butt of his tight are black with a golden scripted "W" and "R" on his butt. He walks out a little and throws up his hand as fireworks explode around him. He walks down the ramp and slides in the ring. Somebody throws him a mic.
WR: Heyo Ya’ll! I’m WAAAAAYDE Russeller! I came out here today to officially begin my ACW career, and party with ya’ll. Let me tell you a little bit about Wayde Russeller. I grew up in Beersheba Springs, names because of the springs made out of beer. I have TWO dreams in life, one is to be a famous country singer, and two is to be ACW CHAMPION! Now before we get to talkin to much ‘bout me, I think we need to get the party started! AND what BETTER way to party than with a keg for everyone? I bet your thinking it is not possible to find a keg for everyone in this arena, well thats where you are wrong people! Lets look into the parking lot!
The camera goes to the parking lot where there is a huge box. There is a quick bang and the wooden box collapses to show a keg almost as big as a small house!
WR: NOW THAT IS WHAT I CALL A KEG! So I am going to the back to drink this, anybody, ACW wrestler, management, or fans is welcomed to come on back and drink some of this with me and ask me any kind of questions! Now lets get this party started!
"Get Drunk and be Somebody" hits the loud speakers and Wayde Russeller walks back up the ramp. Alot of fans start filing out to get to the huge keg in the parking lot.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:49:28 GMT -5
Segment: “Voting Fraud” Credit: BK/T-Kiss
[Each and every week as the action roars on in the squared circle, there is another side of ACW programming that the fans do not see. The fine men and women of the ACW production team are responsible for bringing the masses their weekly ACW fix without incident, not an easy task by any means. Though its perhaps the most important job in the company its also one of the most thankless. Shoved in a back room adjacent to the arena, they rarely see the thrills of the show up close and personal - that is until tonight.]
Mr. 500% *stepping into the production room*: Greetings fine technical workers of ACW! If you would excuse me for a moment, I’d like to have a word alone with Mr. Anderson.
[Dumbfounded by the TK’s request, the production crew remains in their positions looking up at him with shock and awe. It isn’t until Kevin Anderson himself reinforces TK’s request that they flee from theirs chairs to the hallway where safety awaits.]
Kevin Anderson: You heard the man! Beat it!
[Now that the room is cleared, Thunderkiss takes a seat next to Kevin and extends his hand outward for a handshake. Smiling, Kevin accepts it and the beginnings of a most unethical plot begin to be revealed for all to see.]
Mr. 500%: Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to thank you for such fine work.
Kevin Anderson: Its no problem at all Thunderkiss! No problem at all! They don't call me Kevin "The Internet" Anderson for nothing you know!
Mr. 500%: So tell me, how did you go about doing it?
Kevin Anderson: Well to be honest TK, it wasn’t hard at all. All I did was hack into the computer code so that every time someone voted for BK, your tally would increase by two.
Mr. 500% *looking puzzled*: You can do that?
Kevin Anderson: Well, I do have a degree in computer programing you know. Heh, if it wasn’t for “dot com” going belly up in the late 90's, who knows, I’d probably be crunching code right now. That son of a bitch BK London got what was coming to him! If you think you can clown Kevin Anderson two times in one night without payback! OH HO HO! You've got another thing coming! So, does this mean I get to hang around in the Entourage locker room now?
Mr. 500%: Of course! Consider yourself an honorary member!
Kevin Anderson: What about the women?
Mr. 500%: Oh don’t worry, there will be plenty of women to go around.
[As the two continue their celebration over Thunderkiss’ “victory,” unknown to them both is that while they were talking, another overheard their entire conversation. Standing outside the production room’s door is none other than BK London and he doesn’t look happy.]
BK London: .....
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:51:46 GMT -5
Segment: Nobodies gonna stand in my way Credit: Jon Taylor
ACW returns from a commercial break. The show hasn't long started and the audience are already well into the action so far. The ringside officials appear to be happy with the show so far, judging by their facial expressions. The commentators Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally are discussing the show amongst themselves. Suddenly, the lights dim, the crowd reacts to this and many stand up to try and see what is going on. The arena stays in darkness for a a few moments before the lights come back and blink in a shade of dark red. Dark red and black smoke begin to come out of the entrance, followed by two pyros shooting diagonally in the air. As the smoke clears it shows the figure of "Ultimate Competitor" Jon Taylor, as the crowd see who it is the man who was once one of the most popular people in ACW is met with boos from all around the arena. Taylor's theme music "Out of my way" immediately hits and blasts out of the P.A system. Taylor followed by Bill walks to the top of the entrance and then poses to show off all his muscles. He then walks down to the ring in a cocky manner. He ignores the few arms which are outstretched over the barricade. As he reaches ringside he snatches a microphone from one of the ringside officials. Both Taylor and Bill enter the ring, with Taylor once again posing before stopping in the centre of the ring. He is once again met with a huge amount of abuse.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Ah, always great to be met with such a warm welcome. [Taylor chuckles but the crowd react to this comment with more boos sent the way of Taylor]. Now, lets get straight down to business, this isn't a social trip after all - otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I? Now, last Monday, I got beat by Hunter - i'll admit it. But the thing is, he didn't really beat me. All he did was cheat to win, because he knew there was no other way to win. In a way I don't blame the guy, I mean to get a win other The Ultimate Competitor, even if it was by cheating and by disqualification is something to brag about. But, make no mistake Hunter - that isn't going to happen again. Sure, you might have been able to get away with it on Monday, but I guarantee you that next time you'll be the one on the losing end. I mean after all, surely you want to prove that you can actually win a match by winning cleanly, don't you? And you sure as hell know that Im ready to go, any place, anytime. Just get Ginger to book it and i'll be there.
Taylor stops, he walks around the ring looking into the crowd with a cocky grin and puts his arms up to annoy them even more.
Now that's done with, lets get on to the real reason im down here tonight before my match. You see I feel there are a few things to get off my chest; especially to the other champions on the roster. First of all, Jonny Hughes. First off, when was the last time you actually defended your title? I mean come on, you haven't defended it since you were dominated by Starr, and somehow still won, thanks to his stupidness. Unlike me you don't have the excuse of not having any contenders to defend against; I mean after all what have they got to be scared against when they face you? If it were my decision you'd of had that mickey mouse title taken away from you for not being a true champion and actually defending it. Sure, it isn't exactly something to be proud of, but that doesn't mean you can treat it worse than Britney Spears treats her kids, now does it? A championship is something to be treated with respect, something to be treated with honour. Not something to keep in your cupboard because you're too scared to defend 'cos you know you're going lose. Heck, you've been a champion a month longer than me and i've had more defenses than you. Shame on you Jonny, shame on you.
Taylor pauses and chuckles to himself before continuing
Lets move on. Now, i'd be surprised if this man had actually won the mickey mouse title from Jonny, let alone beat Hunter for the World Championship. Lets face it though; Hunter was probably completely wrecked during the match that he couldn't actually see where the title was to pick it up. I mean come on, how the hell do you lose to a 4ft slanty eyed midget named Jake Cheng? First of all, his penis is the size of a AA battery, and second of all how do you lose to a 4ft slanty eyed midget named Jake Cheng?!
Taylor laughs to himself once again, the crowd are at this point hurling abuse at Taylor. Bill appears to be enjoying Taylor's comments.
The point i'm actually trying to make here is that the champions in ACW apart from myself shouldn't even be considered champions. They are a disgrace to the belts around their waste. One doesn't even defend his belt 'cos he know even Josh the Jersey Boy could beat him and the other can't even reach high enough to make it into the ring without steps! Yes, I know it's upsetting to see ACW have such weak champions, but at least you still have me; The Ultimate Competitor. I know you don't appreciate me right now, but in time, and yes you will lots of time to do so in, you will learn to appreciate the best champion - and competitor in the whole of ACW. You see, what are Jonny Hughes and Jake Cheng compared to me? Nothing, that's right nothing, one can't even beat Andrew Starr legitimately and the other one only won the belt because he could fit into small places.
Taylor once again pauses, the boos are now audible throughout the whole arena
But there is another reason I mentioned these so called champions and that is Fallen Souls. Fallen, tonight you shall regret the day that you accepted the match from Ginger. You see, you'd of been better off competing against Jonny "I don't defend the belt" Hughes (if you could get him to defend it that is) or Jake Ching Chong as you would of actually possessed a chance of winning. Against me you don't. I have studied all the past footage of you, and one thing became clear to me; you having nothing on me. I am better in every department; you may as well give up now as you're only going to receive a beating. This is your last chance Fallen, you can step into the ring with The Ultimate Competitor and face the consequences or you can back out of the match and try to get another one with someone you actually have a chance in hell of beating. 'Cos I guarantee now, that once we get into this ring later on tonight there is only going to be one result - a win for Jon Taylor. You see Fallen, in the grand scheme of things you're just a small obstacle standing in my way up the ladder. And i'm about to bulldoze through that obstacle. You see, there is nobody that can stop The Ultimate Competitor from reaching the top of ladder - not Hunter, not Jake Cheng, not BK London, not Thunderkiss, not Atomic Kitsune - not even Senator Steve Phillips. And that is simply because I am just the best there is.
Taylor's theme song "Out of my way" erupts out of the P.A system once again; Taylor slams the microphone into the ring mat into the ring mat to a chorus of boos. Taylor poses as Bill applauds him. Taylor and Bill exit the ring with the crowd hurling even more abuse at them, and head back towards the backstage area.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:52:46 GMT -5
Match 2: Andrew Starr vs. Rena Matheson (Credit: FSX)
Intensity. It's something that usually doesn't have a flavor, right? But on occasion, you can just TASTE it! Feel it! Love it!...Of course, this isn't really one of those occasions. In fact, this match is likely the opposite of intensity...which would be...outensity. I'm sure that's a word. Anyway, I guess what I'm getting at here is that there isn't really any true heat between these two individuals. Though if my memory serves me correct, they'll be having some sort of hot and steamy affair in the coming weeks. It's Rena's way of 'making an impact'. For this match, however, it's very unlikely either will play nice. In fact, expect alot of biting and low blows. Foreplay, if you will, to inevitable climax that will be a battle of many names, and a woman who likes to drink and party. For obvious reasons. That's right, to be a role model! Anyway, it's quite clear that ACW faithful will at least be entranced by the fact this match is technically taking place between two long veterans of the federation, and two that have overcome years to remain popular. It should be fun....BUT WILL IT BE?! I guess that's technically up to me. So I say it will be! Beware, as KissHun style is effective on the minds! It will blow them...not unlike Rena will bl-- oh, you get it. You know where it's going. Why bother.
Speaking of why bother, it seems the entrances have already taken place! Woah! In fact, Philip is making his way out of the ring, and Rena almost looks sober. Neat!
Bell Rings.
The seduction process of this contest was a long and hard one, that could of lasted many nights if it didn't interfere with restraints...in time. Sex pun's will be riddled here. Anyway, both individuals don't seem to care how the match is viewed, and their both out here for business. As a bit of a surprise, Rena attempted to be the first to spur an attack in the contest as she suddenly stumbled/rushed toward Starr, with an unseen aggression in her eyes. That might possibly be because she closed her eyes. Regardless, it didn't stop her from attempting a crossbody. Due to her lack of recent training and work in the ring, however, Rena was quite sloppy with her jump in the move and hardly got any air time as she lept toward Starr, only to be grabbed in the air and held there for a moment. An awkward moment. As Andy got bored with holding onto Rena, the man with no move-set got to work as he seemed to march around the ring with her in his arms, constantly driving a knee into her abdomen and occasionally her back as he did so, seeming quite bemused with the fact that Rena was in agony, but unable to do nothing about it. Mwahahaha, as they say. After successfully coaxing her into a constant state of pain, he appeared to grow tired with his games and promptly set her down on her feet, patting her back. How nice....ONLY TO NAIL HER WITH A SWIFT LEAPING KNEE TO THE FACE. KUDO LIVES THROUGH A MOVE-SET-LESS MAN! As she toppled in a mess to the ground a bored Starr bounced back and forth of the ropes, running over her. He continued to do this in a cocky fashion, before beginning to hit quite a few sentons on the agonized form of Rena. Talk about one-sided, here! After doing this a few more times, he seemingly grows bored and drops to his knees, placing a hand on her chest as he posed. I call this a Sexual Harassment pin. Uno-Twono-Kickouto. Well, I'd say that didn't work. In fact, his molestation pin worked against him as Rena seemed to fake enjoyment..before promptly poking him in the eye and returning to her feet. As Starr covered his eyes, he had no chance to see Rena coming as she casually walked up behind him and hit a Bridged German Suplex. In the most casual and friendly way possible, of course. The referee barely managed to drop down to the mat before Starr powered out of the pinning predicament though. How dare he no-sell on my watch!
Anyway, I'd say this is a wonderful time for some foreplay! Oh yes, things are going to get sensual! If you find excruciating pain and high flying acrobatics sensual, anyway. Everyone likes a masochist! Right...match...following Starr's no-selling of a quite pretty german suplex, especially considering the fact Rena may very well be buzzed at the moment, he quickly returned to his feet and ran toward Rena. She wasn't even standing when he started his dash, but as she got up she only quickly was brought back down as Starr kneed her. In the face. AGAIN! Rena is going to break her nose at this rate, and god knows that can't be good! As she collapses back to the ground, a cocky Starr decides that he wasn't going to just stop and let her recover a little bit, or let her wallow in pain of her face constantly getting smashed by his knee, instead opting to jump in the air and drive both of his knees into her gut! In fact, it was basically the Falling Starr without the preemptive running portion. As the wind was knocked out of her, Rena nearly shot up to a sitting position to let out a wheezing cry before Starr pushed her back down onto the mat and hooked both of her legs. The trouble of being so wasted in the ring seems to show itself here as Rena has quite a bit of trouble struggling out of this pinning predicament, despite the fact she eventually turned up a shoulder before the three could be counted. Lucky, no? As Starr looked quite peeved to the referee for a moment, he decided not to lose his train of action and dragged Rena up to her feet, holding her at a distance with a hand as she swung and kicked toward him, laughing to himself as he apparently had nothing to worry about! With a look of grimace in her eyes, Rena tried to turn and run as Starr moved forward, failing to do so and only assisting in his momentum as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her back into a Starr Spiker, more commonly known as a cool looking reverse implant DDT. Rena should consider herself quite lucky that her flexibility hasn't faded over the years just yet, as she drops and rolls on the mat almost like a slinky before coming to a stop. Starr simply shook his head before walking over to her and stomping a few times her gut and then her face, laughing almost maliciously to himself as acted as an old timey Light Heavyweight again, springboarding off the ropes to hit a splash on Rena. Such generally believable fighting today! After connecting with the splash, he happily hooked a leg. He wasn't quite as happy when Rena kicked out.
And now it's Climax time! The culminate juices of this raging affair between the two will finally erupt in the ring, surrounded by screaming fans. A healthy reminder that everyone enjoys seeing a good show! Anyway, it also means that they've finally tired each other to a point where one will submit to be the bottom of the nights relationship. But who would it end up being? As things looked now, one might assume that it will be Rena, but one might forget that I like writing people get a beat down then overcome to win the match! Fear me, Starr! Anyway, back to the action! Following his springboard splash failing to finish off the pop singer, Starr almost appeared to of lost it in the ring as she straddled Rena and glared down at her. He didn't appear to care about winning the match anymore as he quickly locked in the Starrs are Calling. Also known as a straight choke! Gasp! As the referee pretends the care and count as if he was about to disqualify him for locking in such a blatant choke, Rena begins to gasp for air and gag quite a bit as her face slowly begins to change colors, reaching out and slapping him across the face time and time again. This seems to get no reaction out of him, as he continues to squeeze and strangle the life out of Rena. The referee apparently begins to care as her eyes seem to roll back into her head, and eventually he pulls Starr from atop her, scolding him on what he did...only to let the match continue. What a crappy referee. I should start using name brand ones. Like RAF! As Rena's lifeless form lays in the middle of the ring, Starr smirks and quite obviously has to lift her up from the mat entirely, smiling to himself as he stares at her limp form in his arms, pondering to himself just how he'd like to finish up this match and put her away for good. As he's busy thinking of what to do, he might notice that Rena's recovered. In fact, her eyes suddenly just shot open wide was she stared at him. Clearly taken back, Starr seems stunned as he's pushed back, and Rena suddenly winds up to nail a Chick Kick. SMASH! Talk about a stiff kick to the temple! Appearing dazed and clearly struck by the kick, he turns and tumbles down to the mat. A quite pissed of Rena constantly kicks him in the ribs stiffly as he lays there, seeming pleased as he suddenly rolls onto his back. Taking the opportunity to do whatever sick thing she'd planned, she stood over him for a moment, before rushing forward and moonsaulting back with a double foot stomp. TO THE FACE! Starr won't be pretty anymore tonight, no no. With a bit of confidence now instilled in her as she sees the spasming form of her opponent, she smiles and drops down for the pin. Game, Set, Ma-- Wait a tic, Starr has her in an inside cradle? How dare he have the wear with all to do that! Quite surprised, Rena takes exactly three pats on the ground to realize what's going on.
Phillip: And your winner...Andrew Starr? Really? Huh.I guess so! ANDREW STARR!
I suppose that's not the most surprising thing to ever happen, but as Rena looks on in shock she immediately begins to throw a tantrum in the ring. She actually did something in this match, something very impressive, and she still lost? What the hell is up with that? As she throws her fit to the clearly incompetent referee, Starr is quick to roll out of the ring and raise his arm as he makes his way to the back. The guy knows how to win!
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:54:04 GMT -5
Segment: Parallel's intersect (Credit: BK London)
Jeff Hardy vs. Triple H, John Cena vs. JBL, and Randy Orton vs. Mick Foley.
These three matches cemented the legacy of three young wrestler in WWE, and created them into larger than life superstars they are today. Jeff Hardy, John Cena, and Randy Orton all managed to defeat their veteran opponents and made a name for themselves doing so. It was the classic story of the young kid overcoming the legend, the young kid defying all odds and making a name for themselves.
When Jay Zero debuted in ACW, he wanted to make a name for himself. He wanted to reach the top immediately, and the way he accomplished that was interrupt a promo by BK London. It was a formula seen before with Chris Jericho's WWF debut with The Rock, and it worked for him. With that one shining moment, people knew who he was. He gained opportunity after opportunity and become Entertainment Champion and even holds the Light Heavyweight Championship as we speak.
Jay Zero has faced big time opponents such as Thunderkiss, Yoko Satoshi, Alicia Kitsune, Jake Cheng, among others...but tonight he steps in the ring for the first time against BK London.
The scene opens up and BK London is pacing back and forth in his locker room, obviously still a bit heated with his new discovery of Thunderkiss and Kevin hacking the polls, but he still has a match tonight. He has to make sure he focuses on that. He cannot allow himself to get pinned by Jay Zero on his quest for the ACW Championship. BK looks in the camera, and chuckles to himself.
BK London: You know, when I started ACW about 4 years ago, I was set on becoming one of a kind. An original. Someone often imitated, but never duplicated and all that mess. But I look at the roster now, and how it's changed from four years ago, and I see all these traces of the old me. And who most prominently reminds me of myself? Well none other than Jay Zero. I took about the same path he did, except I accomplished my main goal much quicker.
BK stops pacing back and forth and stands still now, continuing to stare into the camera with his brown piercing eyes.
BK London: I know the whole story of your career Jay Zero. How you just came into ACW, wanting to make a name for yourself, just like me? I wanted to be the main event as soon as I got here, I wanted to be the one who sold out arenas, I wanted to be a champion! And from the first time I met you, that was clearly your intentions as well. You went on to win the Entertainment Championship, sound familiar? You engaged in a brief feud with Yoko Satoshi? That ring a bell? You joined the Entourage,a stable to help you rise to the top. Similiar to how I founded The Corporate Alliance and became ACW Champion. Jay Zero, you're no different from me, 2-3 years ago. You've got all the potential in the world, but yet you let yourself be held down by the Entourage. After I lost the ACW Title for the first time, I stepped away from the Corporate Alliance. I realized that it wasn't leading me anywhere. And that's what you have to do to the Entourage Zero. You've gotta let them go! As long as you have that huge ego of Thunderkiss in your stable, your rise to the top will come to a screeching halt. They say sky's the limit, but not when you have a huge glass ceiling in your way.
The camera closes in.
BK London: Tonight, you have the opportunity of a lifetime Jay Zero to become one of those legends in the making. To become the icon that I have become. I expect no less than the best from you, because I will be giving it my all. You've faced the rest Jay Zero, well tonight, you go up against the best. Good luck.
BK London walks out of the locker room as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:55:28 GMT -5
Segment: MMA for MME (Credit: Jin)
Jin is sitting on a couch in a dull room, just a normal living room with a TV and a few chairs. He is not wearing his normal clothes, but black shorts and tank top.
Jin: As you saw earlier, I realized that I have become something of a burnout. I have not been booked, and have not lived up to the hype. I may have won a few, but not with my own hands. I have realized why, my style. I have become little more then your next Asian guy.
Jin shrugs then carries on.
Jin: So to keep me from being fired, I have decided at appeal to you American's. The new craze you all love, MMA. Like wrestling, but softer. However, I noticed the strength and power involved. I noticed the love the fighters get from the fans. And I noticed for effective it is. So I have decided to start training. From now on, I am not the Silent Assassin, I am Jin. The man who is not just another Asian, but the best of the bunch!
Jin stands up and hits a few rapid punches in the air.
Jin: Few can stand the flurry of power, and fused with my fast throws, I will be unstoppable!
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:56:36 GMT -5
Segment: “Shadow Farm - Part 3” Credit: FSX/T-Kiss WHAT IS... [shadow=red,left,300]SHADOW FARM?[/shadow][/center][/size] Seattle, Washington 2/5/08 [The days between Warfare and Meltdown are extremely hectic if you are employed by Alpha Championship Wrestling. With only two full days between them, one virtually has to cram all their errands into a 48 hour period on top of their regular training regiments and business commitments. Due to this fact, it is rare to see anyone leave the island during this period of time let alone fly across the entire country. Yes, ACW is on an island that's related to America now, so don't bring it up later! Anyway, being a man who works across the grain FSX has decided to do just that. That being travel! Oh yes, he has a shot at ACW gold come Thursday but the only thing that’s important in his world right now can be answered with one simple question ...] “What’s in this DAMN drink?!” Taxi Driver: You got me man, but whatever it is, it sure hits the spot! I could bathe in this stuff, it's just that refreshing! [FSX cringes as he watches the taxi driver take a big swig of Thundergy in an effort to quench his thirst. Perhaps it is for the best for this particular driver has been having a hard time finding the road ever since they took off from the airport. Anything that helps him focus would certainly be a good thing. Also keeping his streak of good luck alive is the fact that his time in the taxi is almost at an end for his destination is finally within sight. Pulling up the curb, FSX GLADLY leaps out of the cab and kisses solid ground. Unfortunately, it was quite muddy out. Ew.] Taxi Driver: Here we go. 6969 Stiff Wood Drive. That will be $23.45. FSX: That's kind of sexually provocative, isn't it? Taxi Driver: What? The address, or the fact it looks like you ate shit a moment ago? FSX: Take your damn money then! Why not use the change to get some fucking glasses?! Or maybe a personality?! THAT WAS A BORING TWENTY MINUTES! [FSX throws 30 dollars at the cab driver instead of politely placing it into his hand, a rude action that results in another.] Taxi Driver: Prick.SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH [The Taxi driver floors it causing his tires to spin wildy. As he finally releases the break, he speeds away leaving FSX is a cloud of dust. Coughing ensues.] FSX: Yo Holmes, smell ya later! [Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there..er..right. Turning his attention back around to the building in front of him, his eyes survey it starting on the bottom all the way to the top. Its dark decor highlights its creepiness as it most certainly could pass for a modern day Frankenstein’s castle. Ready and roaring to get to the bottom of this situation, FSX has no problems playing the role of lynching villager and begins to rush up the building’s steps. Wishing he did have a torch or even a pitchfork in his possession, he is going to have to rely on his witty nature to be his ultimate weapon in this endeavor and it doesn’t take long for him to find a target to use it on.] Tagruato Receptionist: I’m sorry sir, all our tours have all been booked for today. In fact, we're closing soon. If you have business with us, tomorrow also doesn't work. Meeting all day. FSX: I’m no tourist! Can't you tell? I'm here to discover the truth! Tagruato Receptionist: Th-- FSX: Do you mind? That was a dramatic pause. Tagruato Receptionist: Er..sorry. FSX: THE TRUTH BEHIND THE INGREDIENTS IN THIS BOTTLE! [FSX pulls up the bottle of Thundery he has been carrying around with him since TK gave it to him and slams it on top of the reception desk.] Tagruato Receptionist: Oh I see. Well, if you turn the bottle around you will see a list of ingredients-- FSX: Well of course there is! What do you take me for, some kind of rich country yokel with alot of free time? I'm none of those things! I just want to know what the so called 'Secret' Ingredients are! Tagruato Receptionist: Did you try calling our customer service number? FSX: No, actually. Tagurato Receptionist: Oh? Well maybe they coul-- FSX: OF COURSE I FUCKING DID! THEY HUNG UP ON ME!! Tagruato Receptionist: Oh dear. One moment please. [The receptionist nervously picks up her phone and hits an extension to God knows where. She looks up at FSX and flashes him a completely phoney smile and then quickly spins around in her chair so that its back is the only thing he can see. Shortly after the only thing FSX can hear is the receptionist whispering into her phone and try as he might, FSX cannot pick up anything she is saying. He was trying quite hard too. I mean, his ear was basically pressed up to her mouth for a second! Overcome with frustration, FSX bites his lip as she finally finishes her phone call and returns her attention back toward him.] Tagruato Receptionist: I’m sorry sir, there is no one available to help you today. FSX: What? Wait just a da- Tagruato Receptionist: And you have been asked to leave the building. FSX: What?!?! Why? For asking a legitimate question!? [Doors on both FSX’s right and left open and out walks two VERY big men. Now lets not forget the fact that FSX is a professional wrestler a.k.a. “a legal killing machine,” but when these men rival even Thunderkiss’ size, FSX has to evaluate this situation with extreme caution. Not wanting to risk injury or even time in jail with a big match looming on the horizon, he backs down and jettisons himself from the building - with protest of course.] FSX: I'll show you!! I'll show all of you!! I'll sue your asses so many times you'll be assless! THIS IS AMERICA! I HAVE RIGHTS! [As he continues to vent his anger, the large electronic double doors shut in front of him and automatically lock. Feeling dejected, he has a seat on the bottom building step and sits there contemplating if this all really is worth it ... and then - ] *RING,RING* [The sound of a nearby pay phone grabs his attention. Ignoring it at first, the continued ringing begins to get under his skin and motivates him to the point where he stands up and answers it.] FSX: Are you an idiot?! This is a pay phone! Wrong number! [As FSX hangs up the phone and walks to return to his seat of dejection on the step, the phone rings again and he once more answers it, quite agitated] FSX: What?! *electronic Voice*: Meet me tonight at Lake Union Park. 11:45 sharp. The truth will be exposed. FSX: Wait, what?! Where the hell is that? *electronic Voice*: Meet me tonight at Lake Union Park. 11:45 sharp. The truth will be exposed. FSX: Your not answering my question! Who is this? Where is that? How about some directions! *electronic Voice*: Meet me tonight at Lake Union Park. 11:45 sharp. The truth will be exposed. FSX: Fuck you! *electronic Voice*: Meet me tonight at Lake Union Park. 11:45 sharp. The truth will be exposed. FSX: FINE!!! *electronic Voice*: Meet me tonight at Lake Union Park. 11:45 sharp. The truth will -- ~!~CLICK~!~ [And just like that, the caller is gone. Scratching his head in confusion, he hardly has any time to question what he just heard as the sight of a big black car pulling up in the distance grabs his attention. Instead resides two men with video cameras, each of them pointing their recording instruments in his direction. It is at this very moment that FSX realizes he has put himself in a situation far bigger than he could have possibly imagined. He's clearly on a Reality show again! RUN, FSX! RUN!] FSX: Oh great, crazy people are filming me! Like I need to be watched anymore then I already am. This is all Thunderkiss' fault... [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Feb 7, 2008 16:57:43 GMT -5
Segment: “Home Sweet Home” Credit: T-Kiss [There it is, the home of Alicia & Victor Laureano. Its appearance and location can best be described as the “American Dream” fulfilled. It has the classic white picket fence, the nicely groomed yard and of course the family pet in the form of a cat named Richard Parker. Oh yes, the Laureano’s have certain done well for themselves and are the envy of the entire block. Keeping on the subject of the neighbors, though their they would certainly describe the Laurenao’s as a nice couple, they do tend to get some unwanted visitors from time to time and tonight is no exception. Parked caddy corner from their house is none other that Joytoy who is practicing some surveillance techniques that would make even the FBI proud.] JOYTOY: I know you’re in there princess. [Joytoy pulls out a pair of binoculars and begins scanning the outside of the house, making note of every possible entryway and exit. Panning up to the house’s second floor, she notices a shadow emanating from behind a drawn window shade. Upon closer inspection, the shadow matches that of a bubbly, absent minded pregnant woman. “How convenient,” Joytoy thinks to herself as she begins to jot down a few notes on a notepad that resides on the car seat beside her. Underneath her current writing is what looks to be other important documentation such as times when the Mr. and Mrs. routinely leave the house. Unfortunately for Ms. Sommers, Joytoy has left no stone unturned in this endeavor and without a doubt in anyone’s mind she will be receiving a special visitor very, very soon.] *RING,RING* [The sudden noise of her cell phone going off causes her to drop her pen in surprise. Pulling it out of her purse, she quickly eyes the caller ID to determine the importance of the call. Seeing the name “T-KISS” displayed in the LCD, it goes without saying that she deems of the importance of this call extremely high as she can barely flip the phone open fast enough.] Mr. 500% *on phone*: How are things going?JOYTOY: Very well. I have all the information I need to know to carry this out with incident, including the exact location of the “girlie.” So..what are you doing? Mr. 500%: I’m bidding on my eye. JOYTOY: ? What?! Mr. 500%: Yeah, when BK knocked it out of me it went flying into the crowd. Some kid caught it and is selling it online.JOYTOY: How much is he selling it for?Mr. 500%: Well, its an online auction actually. On eBay. The current bid is up to 50 thousand dollars with an hour to go.JOYTOY: 50 thousand dollars? Why don’t you just get a new one made?Mr. 500%: I’m sentimental about my possessions. That was my first ever glass eye, you know.JOYTOY: Well, it’s your money.Mr. 500%: Damn right it is. Come home soon.JOYTOY: I will. I’m going to stick around for just a while longer and then I’ll head home.Mr. 500%: See you then. Gotta run, some crackerjack just outbid me! ~!~CLICK~!~ [Replacing her cell phone with her binoculars, Joytoy once again spies on the Laureno’s house and continues to do so well into the night.] [FADE]
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