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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:06:41 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown February 14, 2008
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------------------------------
Wayde Russler vs. Mr. Red
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Alex Richmond vs. Jin
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Jake Cheng vs. Jon Taylor – Non Title
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Alicia Laureano vs. Fallen Souls
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BK London vs. The Libertines III: First Blood
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OOC: Meltdown will start at 4:15PM EST due to the massive show we have this evening.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:15:17 GMT -5
Opening Segment: Happy Gift Day! (Credit: Jake Cheng and Michael)
Love is a many-splendored thing. All you need is love. Love lifts us up where we belong. The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return. The occasion of Valentine's Day forces us to revisit these adages and examine them anew each year, just as an anxiously fidgety Jake Cheng is doing as he sits in his locker room, awaiting the arrival of the one with whom he hoped he could discover the meaning of love. A knock at the door shakes Jake out of his stupor. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and opens the door.
Kirsten: Did somebody order a helping of sexy?
Kirsten leans forward and kisses Jake on the cheek and the Champion turns bright red. Kirsten chuckles playfully at how embarrassed Jake is getting, it’s a good thing Thunderkiss, London or Hunter aren’t around, because this is would be except fodder for his competitors.
Jake: Hey, I got you a gift.
Kirsten: You got me something!?
She's slightly skeptical. She isn't aware of any rumors of Jake being the second coming of Casanova.
Jake: Of course.
Jake dims the lights. Kirsten teasingly scoffs at the cliche. Jake is at the counter near the door and conceals something. Jake walks up to Kirsten and gets very close to her, hands behind his back. She has her hands out, impatiently looking around.
Jake: So, we’ve gotten close over the past couple of weeks, talking on the phone and all that, so I wanted to ask you. Do you want to start up where we left off?
And before she can answer, Jake takes the necklace box out from behind his back and opens it up for her to see the stunning graduated diamond necklace waiting just for her.
Kirsten: Jake...this is really sweet.....but....
Jake: But?
Kirsten: But...you see, Jake, what had happened was...it's really funny actually.
Kirsten giggles awkwardly.
Kirsten: Remember when I told you I was out on business with Dwight and we were scouting some international talent? Well, we were in Mexico, and one night after a Triple A show, I apparently had one too many pitchers of Corona. Who'd have thought that would happen, right? I mean, I always prided myself on having a tolerance reserved for 50-year-old dock workers from Maine.
Another awkward laugh.
Kirsten: And, see, I met this really cute guy named Enrique at a cockfight. Well, gambling and dancing and drinking ensued. Next thing I know, I'm Mrs. Kirsten Fernando Gutierrez Guzman del Santo Aguayo.
Jake: WHAT?
Kirsten: Yeah, I know the situation isn't entirely desirable, but my parents did raise me Catholic, and now that they're dead, I really couldn't imagine not following through with a holy vow like this. I was counting on them to sneak me past the pearly gates you know. And yeah, maybe Enrique constantly smells of rooster shit and tobacco. And yes, he sometimes likes to unwind from a long day of slaughtering innocent animals with a cheeseburger and a crack pipe, which by the way, does not necessarily make him a crackhead, and...
A look of utter gloom and shock floods Jake's face, but strangely enough, Kirsten's voice begins to roll into a full-out guffaw.
Kirsten: ...and I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST FELL FOR THAT!
Jake’s face turns from red to purple with anger, and he almost turns around to walk away, but Kirsten gently grabs his arm before putting her arms around his neck. The ACW World Champion instinctively puts his hands on her hips, like they have been transported back to a high school dance.
Kirsten: Oh, I’m sorry, Jakie-poo, that was out of line. The Durden family humor isn't for everyone, I guess. Of course I’ll be with you again.
Jake smiles, mouths “you got me” and then pecks an affectionate kiss onto her lips. Wing Yin and Lee Yang walk to the doorway of the locker room, and decide not to enter the locker room, in fear of interrupting. And for their jobs. They stop kissing and Jake’s bodyguards step out of sight.
Jake: It’s alright guys. C’mon in and meet the newest member of the 14K Triad.
Lee and Wing round the corner and step into the locker room. Jake puts his arm around Kirsten while she looks over at him, confused.
Kirsten: Newest member? What are you talking about?
Jake: Well, I’m sick of having just dudes around here. So you can move in here, and we can train together, or work out with these guys. And maybe you could be my valet or something. My beautiful, strong, ring-capable valet.
Kirsten: Well, if you put it that way, how can I decline?
Jake pecks her on the lips, and shuts the 14K locker room door. This, as it would seem, is the start of something good. Don't you agree? With love in their corner, what could stop this dynamic duo of young lovers?
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:17:10 GMT -5
Segment: “It Didn’t Have to be Like This” Credit: T-Kiss [It has been a very rough two days for Joytoy. After failing to force Anna Sommers to see things “TK’s way,” Thunderkiss has not let down on his punishment of her. His rudeness, crudeness and even sexual humiliation acts have plagued her long enough as she has finally broken down and is now crying in the bathroom. Though her last mission failed, there was one positive that occurred and for this very reason TK will soon let her off the hook. Sending the message that there is no place safe for Anna to hide, Joytoy did succeed in this retrospect and now its just a matter of time before Ms. Sommers surrenders herself. To speed the process along quicker, Thunderkiss picks up his cell phone and places a phone call to Anna, or rather Anna’s voice mail since he knows she will not pick up.] Mr. 500%: Hello my dear Anna. By now you fully realize there is no where you can hide from me. Even in the custody of one of my greatest enemies you found no safety, do you truly think there is a place in the world that is not under my influence? Feel free to jump on an airplane again and hide in Europe. I’ll even find you there. The time for running is over Anna. Surrender yourself into my care. My previous financial offer still stands and I will see to it that all medical procedures will be covered in full. You have my 500% promise. Anna, I never wanted it to be this way. We used to have something together, something pure an innocent. But just like everything else in my life, it got FUCKED UP, and well ... you know. ~!~CLICK~!~ [Not finding the right words, he hangs up. Alone he contemplates the future while thinking about the past. He remembers the moment he first laid eyes on Anna, the way she set his heart on fire. For the short time they were together, they made memories that will last a lifetime. But then she went away, vanishing overnight with no explanation. Truth be told, he has never forgiven her for that. If she would have stayed and faced the issue at hand together with him, things might be different than they are right now. Who knows, perhaps the two may have even gotten married. Started a family. Grew old together. Perhaps. But that didn’t happen nor will it ever. Upon returning, Anna’s only conquest was money, proving that the only force that drives her life is her gold digging ways. He will never allow any woman, or CHILD for that matter, to latch onto his accomplishments and suck them dry like a parasite. It is for this reason above all others that “it” must be done, without any feelings of remorse or regretfulness.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:19:42 GMT -5
Segment: Good Choice Credit: Wayde Russeller and Jonny Hughes
The camera is in the parking lot watching as the ACW wrestlers pull into the arena for a night of great action. A long white limo pulls up with a license plate that reads "GINGER1". The door swings open and out pops none other than Wayde Russeller in a suit and tie. He looks down at his outfit with a discomforting look. He loosens his tie a little and closes the door.
Wayde: Man, I still cant believe alls I had to do was but down the beer and Gingie would be sendin these nice rides for me. I feel cheap.
Wayde shakes his head and walks into the arena towards his locker room. He walks in and puts his stuff down and takes a deep breath. Before he has time to think a loud knock is heard at the door. He opens the door to see Jonny Hughes standing there dressed in his finest suit, Entertainment Title slung casually over his shoulder and a slight smile on his face.
Wayde: Howdy, what can I do you for?
Hughes takes a step into the room and starts surveying the scene, noticing that this locker room is bigger than anything he had during the start of his ACW tenure.
Hughes: Word around here is that you’re ACW’s current hot topic and destined for success, so I thought I’d come and see what the fuss is all about.
Wayde: Well its awfully nice to me ya. I'm Wayde Russeller, at least I think I am.
Hughes: What do you mean...you think you are?
Wayde: I don't know Jonny, can I call you Jonny? Since I stopped all the drinking last Monday I don't really feel like Wayde Russeller. I feel like Gingerdude, but faster, stronger, and good looking!
Hughes: Well that isn’t a difficult task to accomplish, and you seem to be more intelligent than Gingerdude since you have given up alcohol. Real Athletes should not let that horrific substance come into contact with them, it’s not becoming,
Wayde: Hold up cowboy, I may have quit drinking for my job but you don't just insult beer like that! Beer makes everything better!
Hughes: Perhaps I spoke too soon, you seem to be just all these other idiots around here. And as for ‘Beer making everything better’ you do realise you were with a rather...shall I say rotund woman last week?
Wayde: Now don't you talk about Miss Kitty! She couldn't have weighed more than a buck eighty!
Hughes: Which hand are you weighing?
Wayde: You know what Mr. Hughes, first you insult beer, and now you insult my missing supermodel! I am WAY too sober to deal with this right now! Good DAY!
With that Wayde slams the door in Hughes face leaving Hughes looking bemused and slightly confused as to what just took place.
Fade out
================================================= SEGMENT: Valentine’s Day with a Sickening Twist (Credit: Danny Mainer)
It’s Valentines Day and love is in the air for ACW’s newest member of the dream team. Danny Mainer is sat in the lotus-position on a polar-bear skin rug in the centre of his apartment breathing deeply as he sits on a small purple cushion dressed up in black cargo pants and a red t-shirt with the face of Brit-Comedian “Steve Coogan” and DAN! Written next to his face, the red matching that of the fabric on his high-top converses. Smiling as he hums to himself in the centre of his apartment. The apartment is a fairly simple job with a kitchen and living room scene rolled into one. A small box TV plonked upon a barrel showing obvious rural designs and in front of that is a torn and tattered couch and behind the couch is the polar bear rug on the floor which is quite possibly the only item of high value in the room save for a laptop plonked in front of him on a tray and next to that is a bowl of cold sticky rice mixed with shredded tuna pieces.
Danny seems happy as he prepares his valentines surprise for his girlfriend of nearly a year Mei-Feng Shinoda in this pitch black room. Mainer seems confident in his actions as he types at a lightning fast pace. He presses enter and the screen colours changes lighting up his face brilliantly as he reaches down grabbing a silver spoon from the bowl and hooking himself some tuna and rice before plopping it into his mouth chewing it for a few seconds before swallowing it down into his gullet enjoying the sticky rice that his own 2 hands prepared for him. Albeit by putting a packet of Uncle Ben’s rice in the microwave for 2 minutes but he still made it in essence and that’s what really matters.
Danny: Ahh this is gonna’ be great. Valentine’s day is TIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
Danny types frantically on the computer as his mind races. Mei-Feng is going to be home in 20 minutes roughly and he needs to whip-up a romantic dinner but Danny had this pre-planned already. Danny looks around before quickly shovelling the last of his Uncle Ben’s Rice and Tuna down his throat. Ever the procrastinator, Danny has actually decided to think things through for once. Danny quickly picks himself up off the floor and heads straight into the kitchen area which is basically a few work surfaces and an oven. Mainer quickly opens a cupboard door pulling out a cardboard box wrapped with string.
He pulls the box out and puts it on a work unit untying the string and pulling out the contents which includes a sushi mat, a set of chop sticks and some sea-weed wrap and some vegetables and fish and the typical sushi gear and a prepared box of sticky rice. He then reaches into his pants pocket pulling out a white headband with a golden sun on it. He wraps it around his head like he’s some sort of perverted ninja. He quickly takes the ingredients and puts it on a plate which he draws from the same cupboard and then he skirts through the living room putting them on the floor. He picks up his laptop and moves it out the way of the rug on the floor and then sits on one side of the rug, the furthest one away from the door. He then realizes he’s forgotten something and he gets up heading back to the kitchen going back into the cupboard. Danny draws out a black candle and a candle holder and he walks back to the living room vaulting over a work-surface as he goes. He lights the candle as he’s walking and he then sets it by the food and he then sits back down in the lotus position on the floor.
Danny’s starts to fade as he goes into a deep trance breathing in heavily as his thoughts drift. Danny soon starts to drift off into sleep…
[20 Minutes later]
The sound of the key being twisted and a lock clicking awakes Danny from his trance and he opens to see his girlfriend, the ever-happy Mei-Feng Vanconnant with a slightly miserable look on his face. He looks over at her and can see the obvious upset, he muses and he looks over at her as she walks in trailing a long white skirt adorned with a cream vest and her hair tyed back in a pony-tail. Danny knows immediately as Mei-Feng goes to speak that it’s over by psychic prediction. Mainer is completely shattered as words flow from Mei-Feng’s mouth that Danny can scarcely comprehend and yet he totally understands. His whole world has been shattered by just those two little words and after a few moments silence he opens his mouth to speak…
Danny: But why?
Mei-Feng: Danny I’m sorry but I can’t do this anymore… it’s just too weird and I just can’t get my head around it. I thought you were dead and then you came back to me. You didn’t even think to pre-warn me… you didn’t even think to tell me that you were still alive Danny and you broke my heart.
Danny: What?! I didn’t even tell my own mother that I was still alive after the car crash… I understand your concerns but I’m back now baby… just please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll make things up to you just give me time I SWEAR! Besides, we’ve been back together for 3 months now. I was sure you’d be over it by now…
Mei-Feng: Name anyone who’s life-partner pretends to be dead for a year just for his own selfish wants. I can’t find any people who could live with that Danny, I was destroyed because of you and it’s a miracle I’m still alive today Danny and I just can’t deal with this anymore.
Danny: Look this isn’t my fault, I was actually in a car crash. Sarah, Claire and Evan all died in that accident and it was a miracle I survived but I had an opportunity and I needed a chance just to get away from everything. Why can’t you see that hun? You’re everything to me and I wanted to ring you but just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
Mei-Feng: Danny I can’t carry this on anymore. I need to go and take some time for myself as you did. Just… give me a chance OK? I need time to breathe.
Danny realizes that the camera crew is still in the room and instead of dealing with this awkward blooper he immediately flares up and gets angry.
Danny: So how much is your pimp paying you now anyways?
Mei-Feng is taken back, not entirely sure of what Danny is saying and in a slight bit of shock.
Mei-Feng: What?
Danny: I said, who’s dick did you have to suck to get your new job?
Mei-Feng: I can’t believe you’re saying this Danny… whatever happened to you? I just wanted some space and some time to recuperate and now you’re being a douche!
Danny: Y’know, I always wondered why it tasted so bad when I put my golden tongue in your mouth and now I realize why. ‘cause it’s been used as toilet papers for fatasses like the ones out in the ACW audience! Get the fuck out of my apartment you whore and MAYBE, just MAYBE I won’t take you to court for prostitution! Now get the fuck out before I go apeshit!
Mei-Feng is completely destroyed by the sharpened tongue of Danny Mainer and tears immediately start to roll out of her eyes. Mainer didn’t want to do it but he had to save face in front of the camera and not look weak in front of the ACW audiences.
Mei-Feng: FUCK YOU Danny Mainer, FUCK… YOU…
Mei-Feng storms out of the door slamming it behind her as Danny looks on in slight dismay. He then looks over at the hidden camera crew in a cupboard near the TV. He then thinks up a line quickly on the spot.
Mainer: YEAH! And take your crabs with you, you hooker!
Danny feels ashamed at the cheapshot of the line as even that’s not something he’d normally use. He face-palms and then yells at the camera crew.
Mainer: What the fuck are you waiting for?!
[Fade]
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:21:21 GMT -5
Who was she? (Red/Wayde)
i]The camera zooms in to the entrance of the arena. Mr. and Mrs. Red are shown entering the arena. They check in and head for their locker room. They both seem to be looking around for someone. [/i]
Mrs. Red: You think he is here tonight?
Mr. Red seemed to be lost in looking down the hall. Mrs. Red snaps a finger in front of his face to grab his attention.
Mr. Red: What? Who?
Mrs. Red: Odale. You know who. La pendejo. Gabriel.
Mr. Red: Oh yea. No, he won't be here tonight. Look at all those police waiting over there.
He points back to where they just came in
Mr. Red: That will keep him away for tonight. We are safe for the evening.
Mrs. Red: What about that friend of yours that you went to meet earlier? Is he coming tonight?
Mr. Red: No, but thanks for reminding me. I have to go to Gingerdude's office and run something by him.
Another figure walks up to the duo. Camera turns slightly to see Wayde Russeller.
Wayde: Hey, Reds. How ya'll doing tonight?
Mr. Red: Don't do that. That makes you sound like a dumbass hick.
Wayde: Listen buddy, I have been way to sober all day long and first I gotta deal with Hughes and now you?
Mr. Red: Buzz off. I got business to take care of. I don't need you bother me.
Mrs. Red: Yup. Go away.
Wayde: Meh. You shouldn't be rude to others, dang didnt ya mamma teach you anything?? I'm just gonna have to teach you some manners when I beat you tonight!
Mrs. Red: Ha! Tu piensas que puedes ganar?
Mr. Red: You think you can beat me? I am going to kick your ass from one side of the ring to the other.
Mrs. Red: Si. How do you say...? Mop the floor with your ass.
Mr. Red: Let's get out of here. We need to get ready.
They both turn and head down the hall to get away from Wayde who is heading back into his locker room. Moments later a young girl goes running by. She is wearing a cheerleader outfit and searching for someone. Mr. Red stops and watches as she runs away. He raises an eyebrow and finally turns back to find Mrs. Red staring at him with an unhappy look on her face. She glares at him and shakes her head.
Mr. Red: What? I was thinking of seeing if she needed help.
Mrs. Red: Mm hmm. Get your ass in the locker room.
She stomps into the locker room as Red follows in apologizing the entire time.
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Segment: Cut The Middle Man (Credit: Chef)
The scene opens in the familiar backstage of ACW. Thunder Train is seen and to a chorus of boos he pours a cup of coffee. He adds some sugar and some cream then turns around. He takes a quick sip then stops. He lowers the cup and smiles.
Thunder Train: Well, look who it is.
Just then Leon "The Chef" Chase walks in front of Thunder Train. Cheers are heard, but there is no reaction from Leon. Not as amused as Thunder Train is, he looks up at him
Chef: Listen, I don't really know you. But I don't think what you did to Ricky a couple weeks ago was necessary. What did he ever do to you?
Thunder Train: Hey, don't shoot the messenger. I just got orders from Thunderkiss to go out there and kick his ass. It was nothing personal
Chef: Nothing personal? Just business to you? *Thunder Train nods* Well I got a bit of a problem with you just attacking someone thats my friend.
Thunder Train: YOUR FRIEND? The friend who's career you tried to end at last year's Omega Effect. That friend?
Chef: Listen, that was a test. Too see if he was really up to ACW standards--
Thunder Train: What? After he beat you what happened huh? He won a title, didn't do shit with it. Lost it, joined the Senatorial Stable, still did shit then left ACW thanks to me. Didn't he become just what you said he would be
Chef: But thats still no reason to attack someone. And I know you didn't do it just because Kiss told you to. You did it becaus--
Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAY--
Chef: ALWAYS HUNGRY! Am I right? Well, since I'm a Chef why don't I cook you something up? Better yet, lets cut the middle man, why don't you eat me Thunder Train? THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY RIGHT? Psh, you're a joke....
Thunder Train: What did you call me? THE TRAIN IS NOT A JOKE. The Train should kick your ass right now
Chef: GO AHEAD! Kick my ass! Kick the ass of a guy who's knee sucks! Kick the ass of a guy that when he walks 10 feet he has to stop for a second because of the knee! HERE YA KNOW WHAT! I'LL EVEN HELP YOU OUT A LITTLE!
Chef lifts up his pant leg to reveal a knee brace. He takes the brace off his knee and yells at Thunder Train to kick him
Chef: COME ON! KICK ME! PUNCH ME!
Train looks like he is about to destroy Chef. But he clenches his fist and destroys the Styrofoam cup of hot coffee in his hand. The seems flies off of his burnt hand, but Train doesn't even seem to notice.
Thunder Train: ....No....ya know what....I'm not going to kick your ass....that would be too easy for the Train. I'll tell you what, you find someone to take your place.....and I'll kick their ass instead
Thunder Train smiles while Chef calms down and puts his knee brace back on.
Thunder Train: Of course, that is, if you can find someone dumb enough to actually fight me....I'll see you later.
Thunder Train walks off and laughs as Chef stares down the hallway. He thinks for a second who he could find to fight this monster of a man. Then he snaps his fingers and says "I got it," before walking off the camera.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -5
Segment: Clearly Lady Troubles. (Credit: FSX)
Without pain, there is only pleasure. This is a belief that many hold dear to them, despite the fact that the two contradicting emotions are said to have no existence without the presence of the other. Well you feel a great suffering, stray thoughts of a fantastic pleasure may float through your mind and send a shiver down your spine as you realize that with every great suffering, a greater pleasure is bound to exist. In hindsight, the opposite individual will also exists. There is very likely a man who thinks of great pains and sorrows in a time of his ultimate bliss and can only assume that for every wonderful thing that happens to him, something dreadful and of incredible disturbance is bound to follow. These individuals simply await the suffering they believe must exist for their pleasure, and can never truly enjoy life. It is a sad existence. One must remember a happy medium also exists. Those that relate extreme pain to extreme pleasure are known to be quite a bit happier in general then those that don't, and have trouble distancing the two in any given situation. A bizarre, yet likely sweet fate. Now you may ponder, where is the common ground that relates to recent occurrences of interest? Why, that would be a young man by the name of Kevin Fitsharris. You see, this man got his ass kicked.
Indeed, it was a cruel and embarrassing fate for one of Senator's favorite underlings, as he found himself in the wrong place during a horrible situation, and soon suffered the repercussions of minding his own business as mind-blowing and intense pain was shot through every muscle and inch of his pitiful body. He's only lucky he happens to be indoors at the moment, for if he wasn't there would surely be a group of vulture's circling his damaged and broken form as a wounded animal ready to be killed. Indeed, it does suck to be Fitsharris. But who is to blame for the atrocity that occurred to him? Is it Fallen Souls for not being their to protect him? No, how could he of possibly known that Taylor was a nut job? Perhaps it was Jon Taylor for attacking him and doing such a damage!!....but no, he has his own personal reasons I suppose. I guess the only logical blame here is on his parents and the American School System. They had it coming!
Anyway, Remember Warfare? Flashback time!
Monday, February 11th 2008. POST-WARFARE
Fitsharris: AWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
That, children, is the cry of a whale in heat! It is the mating season for this particular variety of whale, and it appears that this one in particular wants to go without stopping for hours....Wait...no..It's Kevin Fitsharris.
Fitsharris: AWWWWwWOOOOO!!...Help me!
The poor bloodied capitalist is apparently attempting to get some kind of sea life to come and save him from his situations as tears roll down his face, trying with no success to return to his feet as he was left alone in the Senatorial Locker Room. How sad...but wait, rustling and groans can be heard in the distance. Perhaps a gentle manatee has come to rescue him, or something along those confusing lines.
??: I don't wan' any fish...
With a grunt, Fallen slowly pulls himself up from behind the couch, clutching onto a bottle of tequila as a ridiculous grin is plastered on his face, giggling as bit to himself as Fitsharris reaches out toward him. FSX groans a little bit as he sees Kevin in that state, seeming to be put off.
FSX: Was the deal, man? I'm not a bull, and I don't wanna GOOOOORROOO RUUUUUSH you! I'm drunk!
Fitsharris: I'm...in alot of pain...please help me.
FSX: Not till you say my name!
Fitsharris: Er....Fallen Souls.
FSX: AAAAAAAEEERRR! Nope!
Fitsharris stares in a mystified shock as he coughed out a bit of blood, Fallen suddenly jumping up to his feet and climbing up to stand on the couch.
FSX: They call me Uncle Wrestling! Brother to some! I'm the kinda Uncle who won't molest you, so no worries!
Fitsharris: ...What?
FSX: Why didn' ya party with me anyway, Fitsy? You don't love me?
Fitsharris: What? What's going on?
FSX: SAY IT!!!!
Fitsharris: I...love you? Er...
There's a moment of awkward silence, before Fallen snorts and falls back on the couch to lay down, grinning from ear to ear as he has a good look over Fitsharris.
FSX: Have yourself a ketchup bath buddy? Sounds like fun! Can I wear your hat?
Fitsharris: I'm not wearing a hat...Could you get me some medical assistan--
Before he can even finish, a pouting FSX glares death at him. Unsure just what to do they stare at each other for a moment, before throwing some of his tequila on Fitsharris room, causing him to let forth an ear-shattering scream.
Fitsharris: WHY?!?!
FSX: I dunno. What happen to you, loud man?
Fitsharris: YOU POURED ALCOHOL IN MY WOUNDS!
FSX: Yeah, those things happen.
Fitsharris: THEY DO NOT!! THAT STINGS SO MUCH!!
FSX: Hush little baby, don't say a word. Or I'll buy one of those mocking birds, and it'll make fun of you.
Although with tears in his eyes, Fitsharris blubbering comes to an end as he shakes his head a few times and reaches out toward Fallen again.
FSX: What happened to you anyways? May as well ask well I'm too drunk to walk away.
Fitsharri: Some guy that was looking for you beat me up.
FSX: Santa?!
Fitsharris: Don't think so.
FSX: How's about Nelson Mandela?! That guy is great!
Fitsharris: No, he was white.
FSX: Oh...I don't care then.
With a deep breathe, Fallen slowly returns to his feet. Teetering back and forth for a few moments, he slapped himself across the face and slowly smiled, looking over at Kevin.
FSX: Alrighty, buddy! I'll go get some guys to help you out! You just hang tight here and wait!
Fitsharris: Oh...well, thanks Fallen.
FSX: No problem....where am I?
Fitsharris: Uh...
FSX: Oh, right! I gotta go see Nelson Mandela!
Before Fitsharris can get another word in about his predicament, a laughing Fallen Souls hopped from one foot to the other as he slowly made his way out of the locker room and left Kevin alone to a very horrible, and painful fate. I'm quite sure that someone is bound to discover him eventually, but that won't change the fact he'll be shamed and scared for life! Or will it somehow? Will Fallen Souls actually go and get help for his little buddy? Did Taylor really successfully send a message here? One thing is for sure...Fitsharris is NOT a masochist.
Probably.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:24:06 GMT -5
Match 1: Wayde Russler vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. WAYDE RUSSELLER VS. MR. RED ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Cartner Donovan
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Wade Russler Age: 28 Height: 6'4" Weight: 250 lbs. Hometown: Beersheba Springs, Tennessee
Mr. Red Age: 22 Height: 6'0" Weight: 200 Hometown: Columbus, Ohio “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” by John Denver hits the sound system and out comes Wayde Russeller! Accompanying him to the ring tonight is Bobby-Jo, dressed in a hot red cheerleaders outfit! Unfortunately for Wayde, the ACW audience that gave him all their attention on Monday is now to fixated upon Bobby to even notice him. However, if they did, they would notice that Wayde is sober tonight and has no problems walking straight! He indeed is keeping his promise to Ginger about being sober, but its been incredibly tough for him as even hear fans offer him a drink that he must refuse. Finally ringside, Wayde climbs up the ringsteps and opens the ropes for Bobby-Jo. She joins him inside the ring and the two are introduced to the Meltdown crowd.
“Reds Fan” by Freekbass hits the sound system and out comes everyone’s favorite fan - MR. RED! With his trusty baseball bat on his shoulder, he comes to the ring with a lot on his mind and what better way to release some pent up frustration than with a beating? Russller better be on his game tonight because Mr. Red will most certainly put him to the test! Once inside, Red surrenders his bat to the ref and Bobby-Jo leaps the to the outside. As both men pace each other, Donovan calls for the bell!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Red and Wayde lock up in the middle of the ring and Red gets the early advantage. He puts Wayde in an arm bar and wrenches it back a few times to apply more pressure. Wayde drops to a knee and then quickly somersaults his body around to escape the arm bar and counters with a back elbow. Mr. Red is able to block it and return with a quick headbutt that hits on target! Wayde falls back a few steps and Red takes him down to his back with a jumping dropkick! Wayde is then picked up off the canvas and whipped into the ropes where he flies off them with great velocity! It is Red’s hope to catch him with a back body drop on his way back, but Red telegraphs it and Wayde is able to put on the breaks and then counter with a clothesline! Mr. Red drops to the mat and now its his turn to be picked up! Wayde Irish whips him into the closest corner and then runs in for a body splash! Mr. Red sneaks out of the way at the last second and Wayde hits nothing but turnbuckle! As he stumbles back, Mr. Red grabs him and rolls him down for a schoolboy pin but only gets a two count! For the next few minutes the match continues at this back and forth pace with neither man jumping into the lead. MATCH MIDPOINT: During the middle part of this match, both men are starting to wear down thus some trademark moves are coming out. Finally able to jump ahead, Wayde hits a ROARING ELBOW out of nowhere! Outside the ring Bobby-Jo celebrates by jumping up and down waving her hands in the air, a sight that really gets the attention of all the males sitting ringside. As Red clinches his jaw in pain, Wayde picks him up from the canvas and puts him in his AIRPLANE SPIN! Wayde tries to hit Mr. Red “out of the park” as he spins him until he’s good and ready to fly off his shoulders! As he does so, Red goes FLYING out of the ring and lands hard on the outside! Once again Bobby-Jo celebrates but soon has to get out of the way as the action gets too close for comfort! Leaping out of the ring, Wayde picks Red up and plans to introduce him to the steel ring post. Not wanting any of that, Red puts on the breaks and swings Wayde around and clutches him around the neck! He counters with a BRITISH FALL DDT that drives Wayde into the ringside padding. Even though its padded, it still hurts a lot more on the outside than in the ring and Wayde can tell you that first hand at the moment! As the match heads to the finish, Mr. Red takes the lead. MATCH ENDING: Heading into the final stretch of this match, Wayde has managed to turn the tide back in his favor as he nails Red with a RUNNING DOUBLE LEG TACKLE that sends his back flying into the corner! Once there, Wayde begins to rock him with hard rights and lefts that drop him down to a sitting position and its there that he begins to stomp a mudhole in him! Donovan has to separate Wayde from Red to allow Red the rope break, which he gladly takes. Red pulls himself up off the canvas ans here comes Wayde! Wayde nails him with a few rights and lefts and continues to not make things pretty. At this moment Wayde picks Red up for a body slam, but Red manages to reverse it for an inside cradle! He only gets a two count but has thrown Russeller off his game. Both vertical, the two men begin to go at it again. Wayde takes Red and whips him into the ropes once again and prepares for a running shoulder block! Red has other plans. After hitting the ropes, Red side steps a bit and then leaps up into the air with a CINCINNATI SWING! The leaping enzuigiri nails Wayde hard and he collapses down onto the mat! Bobby-Jo covers her eyes and Mr. Red makes the pin! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: MR. RED!
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:25:08 GMT -5
Segment: Love hurts, love scars (Credit: BK London)
As we return back from commercial, one of the more shocking things of the night occurs when we hear "Say I" by Christina Milian blasting through the speakers. Within a few moments, from behind the curtain comes one of the most gorgeous women to grace the ACW stage - Kiley Johnson. She struts down to the ring, getting the attention of the males in the audience, before stepping up on the apron and entering the squared circle. She doesn't look to be all smiles tonight like during her first months in ACW. She accepts the microphone from Phillip and steps to the center of the ring.
Her theme music fades out.
The lights return to normal.
And now, for the first time in a few years, she speaks to the ACW crowd - alone.
Kiley: A few weeks ago, I was hired by Chairman Gingerdude to become his personal assistant, to help him out with a few projects here and there. While it wasn't exactly the job I wanted here in ACW, at least it was something to get me out of the house, get me some income. Until I bumped into-
HELLOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN
The hip hop/soul beat of 'Hello Brooklyn' pounds on the PA system, cutting off Kiley mid-sentence. Her head sharply turns towards the stage, a bit shocked by BK London's presence, and within a few seconds - there he is. There is no confident strut as he walks down the long ramp, but instead he paces himself - not taking his eyes off Kiley for a second.
He hops up on the apron and steps between the ropes, staring at Kiley from across the ring. She's frozen, still shocked from the fact that the two are just a mere few feet away from each other after everything that happened.
BK London: No, no, no, don't let me ruin what you were about to say. Go ahead Kiley, go ahead and say it.
But she can't.
She can hardly move. All she can do is stare at the man she used to love, the father of her two children. It was one of the hardest moments of her life to look him in the eyes again after what she'd done. It took her a while to realize what a mistake she made, but by now it's too late.
BK London: What happened? Cat got your tongue? Speak up!
But her lips couldn't bear to utter another word. All she wanted to do was cry, cry her eyes out for the mistake she made. She could feel her eyes beginning to water up, but she tried her best to hold back her tears. Suddenly, she attempted to run past BK and out of the ring, but BK wasn't having any of that.
He firmly grabbed her by her forearm, and pulled her back to the center of the ring. She attempted to escape once more, but the powerful grip of BK wouldn't release her.
BK London: Going somewhere? You know, it's just like you to run off when something isn't going your way. Everytime something goes wrong, you just decide to run off like a little girl, hoping you'll escape your troubles. But it just keeps following you, doesn't it? But if you want to go..
He releases her forearm.
BK London: Go! Because I've got a story to tell. A story about two love birds named, BK London and Kiley Johnson.
Inaudible to those at home and those watching in the crowd, she says "No! No! No!" with a terrified look on her face.
BK London: Oh what's the problem Kiley? You can't handle the truth? I've had to swallow the truth for months on end when anyone and everyone asked me the question, "What happened to you and Kiley?", "Why'd you two divorce?". Well you know what? I'm not swallowing the question anymore.
He advances toward her while saying that last sentence, and she trips over her own foot.
BK London (with a sarcastic tone): Tonight, EVERYONE is going to know the truth. The story starts off on the last day of high school, when these two loverbirds met for the first time. It took a while, but eventually Kiley learned to love BK London as much as he loved her from the start. Fast forward a few years later, after teaming up in ACW and adopting their own child, Kiley and BK London finally got married. Everyone from Alicia Laureano to Yoko Satoshi showed up for the big wedding, and it was the day of BK London's life. We made vows to have and to hold from that day forward. We made vows for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, for sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'til death do us part. But you didn't live up to your vows did you Kiley?
She's still on the mat, as he looks down on her.
BK London: Ladies and Gentlemen, you want to know why this two year marriage ended? Well why don't you ask Kiley...or better yet, ask Mr. Mosley. Mr. William Mosley.
That name, it strikes her like a stake through her heart.
BK London: You claimed for months to have ended the marriage because of my physical and mental state. You even had other people believe it - hell, I think you even started believing it yourself. But I knew the real reason Kiley, I knew the real reason all along. The love letters, the emails, the messages on your voicemail, I knew about it all. It wasn't me Kiley, it was you. I always loved you, but you never loved me back. So this is what I want you to do Kiley: I want you to walk your ass up that stage, Walk through those ACW doors, and never look back. At this point, I'm disgusted to even look at you. I want you to never return to ACW again.
By this time, Kiley's eyes are red as the tears drop down to the canvas. It's something BK London didn't want to do, but he had to get it off his chest as it would've continued to haunt him forever in ACW. Kiley headed out of the ring and ran up the ramp before disappearaing to the back. A look of regret is shown on the face of BK London, but he knows it was for the best. He too exits the ring, knowing he has a match to prepare for.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:25:25 GMT -5
Segment: Senatorial Mobile (Credit: Senatorial Stable)
As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in his ubiquitous office, with Anthony Kalb and Jonny Hughes in the room as well. The two are watching the flat screen television on the wall, as the Senator calls the meeting to order.
The Senator: Ok, then, I think this should work. Mr. Kalb, I assume everything is connected?
Kalb: Yessir.
Senator: Great...three...two...one...go.
Phillips hits a button on the remote, and the image on the screen suddenly shifts to a four way split, with a bandaged Kevin Fitsharris in Dr. Trace Gibson's office, appearing in the upper left, Hunter in the upper right from an unmarked hallway, Jason Freeman on the bottom left, in what appears to be the Dwight Gym, and Fallen Souls leaning up against a cargo container on the bottom right. It's safe to say everyone is watching the bottom right.
Hughes: Not bad.
Senator: The latest in teleconferencing, and in Stable connectivity!
Freeman: So this is why you bought us these fancy things!
FSX: Hey, if I push the green button on the top, does the Enterprise beam me up? Well, I kinda have a problem with people named Scotty. Can it not be some fat Scottish guy? Maybe a thin Vulcan or something. I can relate to logic! Besides, this would get me back from Ecuador pretty fast!
Hunter: Why in hell's bells would you be in friggin' Ecuador?
FSX: Far be it from me to have a hobby, Hunter!
Fitsharris: I can't see anyone but the bossman...
Kalb: You idiot, push the arrow button while holding shift, and it'll change screens.
Fitsharris: Urgh, now I can't s...
Senator: Anyway, since we have all been extremely busy as of late, I figured this would be quite the time to test out this little example of modern technology. FSX, I understand you are down in South America for reasons I can only guess at...
FSX: If I wasn't over 70% sure that it was being made into some kind of demented television show, trust me I'd be giving you straight and up the date information on my journey! But seeing I am, I'll just say it would bore you. Oh! I'll use my 'International Champion Goes International' excuse too!
Senator: I can certainly not say that you are a predictable soul...
FSX: Good idea, I should take a bunch of these guys pictures!
Fitsharris: ...I back on? Am I back on? Am I back...
Kalb: Shut up, Fitsy.
Senator: As for you, Mr. Fitsharris, I hear you had a run-in...
Fitsharris: Yeah, that Jon Taylor guy...
FSX: I thought you said you didn't know his name when we talked?
Fitsharris: You were drunk!
FSX: Yeah, good times. The lesson here is that I won his title and I'm a champion and everyone loves X. go me! And to think the only causality of all this was you!
Fitsharris: Yeah, he kneed me in the head and kinda went psychotic...
Senator: Well, I perhaps should have a word with him. Hunter, well played move indeed to get that title shot, although I would have appreciated if you did not leave all the bottles around my office while I was in Washington...
Hunter: Meh. I do what I do. I had Fitsy clean them up---
Fitsharris: Not that I wanted to.
Hunter: Not that he wanted to. But I'm cool like that. And as far as I'm concerned, though, I've got the shot, and that's all that matters. I'll take that over anything on any given day. And I'll take the title just as easily. For what it's worth, you're currently speaking to the first ever three-time ACW World Champion.
FSX: Oooh! Is it me?
Hunter: No. You can't even beat my shadow, X.
Senator: Look, as long as we are still in contention, that is fine by me. Mr. Freeman, you have anything to say?
Freeman: No.
Senator: You sure?
Freeman: Yes.
Hughes: You know, I have a bit going on too. As some of you may know, I'm dominating anyone and everyone in my path. With time, I'm sure I'll destroy a country. With my glistening chest.
Senator: Well, then I think everyone has said their piece, and I think this little experiment has been a success...and that, my friends...is nothing...
Fitsharris: But the...
Phillips mutes the Capitalist with the master control.
Senator: But the truth.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:29:36 GMT -5
Segment: “The Thunder Team Power Promo Presents: Portal” Credit: FSX/T-Train/T-Kiss [Do wrestlers really go on the internet and read what the fans are saying about them? You damn bet they do, including Thunderkiss! Going to the most ultimate legit board on all the known interweb, Thunderkiss scrolls through the messages on the GameFAQ pro wrestling board and he is not liking what he is reading ...] Mr. 500%: Train, these people on the internet are complete morons. [Thunderkiss continues scanning the pro wrestling board to see what the masses of 14 year olds have to say about him when suddenly his screen flickers a few times.] Mr. 500%: What the - ! TRAIN! Get over here! Something is wrong with the computer! Thunder Train: Since when did I work with the Geek Squad?! [With a few more flickers, the screen fades to darkness. Looking at the tower, TK sees that the power light is still on so the only logical answer must be there is a problem with the monitor, right? As he attempts to test this theory out, a voice suddenly comes from the speakers.] GLaDOS: Hello Thunderkiss. Greetings from the Aperture Science Enrichment Center. Mr. 500%: Appa ... what?! Train, the computer is talking to me! GLaDOS: Congratulations on being chosen as a test participant. As a test participant, you will be asked to complete simple tasks in the name of science. Your ability to surpass normal human strength capacity by five hundred percent and your high pain thresh hold will certainly result in superior data, data that will be used for the good of us all. Thunder Train: The Train thinks that sounds stupid.GLaDOS: What was that? Did you say something? I sincerely hope you were not expecting a response. Nobody asked you. No one even likes you. That is why Thunderkiss was chosen and you were not. In fact, we will be throwing a party for Thunderkiss upon his arrival, and you will not be invited because you are so unlikeable.Thunder Train: This computer lady is an asshole.Mr. 500%: A big party?! GLaDOS: Yes, with a big, moist, delicious cake.Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY FOR SOME CAKE!Mr. 500%: Hmmm, that’s it?GLaDOS: And naked women. Lots and lots of naked women.Mr. 500%: Whoo hooo! So what do I have to do?
GLaDOS: Simply step into the portal. Destiny and cake await you Thunderkiss. For the good of all mankind.
Mr. 500% *standing up*: Well, I will see you in a few hours Train. Make sure you tell the guys where I went.
GLaDOS: Uh-oh, somebody cut the cake. I told them to wait for you, but they cut it anyway. Please hurry.
[As TK walks to the portal, the locker room’s door opens. There stands Leeroy Jenkins, returning from a fast foot run per TK’s request.]
Leeroy Jenkins: Hey boss I have your din -
[Not having any idea of what’s going on, Leeroy walks right into the room and straight into the portal. It instantly closes behind him.]
Thunder Train: Leeroy!
Mr. 500%: My dinner!
[Meanwhile at the Aperture Science Computer Aided Enrichment Center ...]
Leeroy Jenkins: HEEEEEELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
GLaDOS: Please be advised that a noticeable taste of blood is not part of any test protocol but is an unintended side effect of the Aperture Science Material Emancipation Grill, which may, in semi rare cases, emancipate dental fillings, crowns, tooth enamel and teeth.
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:31:20 GMT -5
Match 2: Maximillion Richmond Vs Jin Credit: Jon Taylor The lights in the arena dim; the arena stays in this state for a few moments before the opening beats of the now familiar "Empire" by Kasabian begins to blast out of the P.A System. The lights come back up to reveal Jin bursting through the entrance curtain. Jin, stands at the top of the entrance for a few moments before setting off down the ramp towards the ring. The crowd seem quite unreactive. Jin reaches the bottom of the entrance and pauses before rolling into the ring. He rolls into the centre of the ring and spits gold mist. This receives a small pop from the little kiddies. After finishing posing Jin bounces off of the ropes and stopping at the opposite side of the ring to await his opponent.
Right on cue "Money Talks" by AC/DC erupts through the P.A System, the lights also dim to leave the whole arena in a golden tint. Jin's opponent Maximillion Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowd begins to react, heavily booing Maximillion. Maxmillion pauses as pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he taunts the fans before entering the ring by stepping between the top and middle ropes. The referee removes Maximillion's robe as Maximillion begins rolling his shoulders and doing stretches to prepare himself for the match.
The Bells rings.Match start: The match starts as Maximillion is still rolling his shoulders, he appears to be quite cocky and seems to be taking his own time. Jin on the other hand seems eager to get the bout underway and shouts something in the direction of Maximillion. Maximillion, takes offense to what Jin said as he charges into the centre of the ring where the two men lock up. A grin appears on Maximillion, who has the size advantage against the much smaller in weight and height (A 6'2 Asian - I say lies!) Jin. Maximillion decides to employ his old school technique, aka do the moves as slow as possible in order to send your opponent to sleep. As Maximillion sinks in an Arm wrench the pain is evident on the face of Jin, Maximillion decides to add insult to injury by laughing at Jin's pain. However, this only helps to motivate Jin who stomps on the foot of Maximillion. Maximillion immediately releases the wrench and stumbles backwards, capitalising on this opening Jin hits a Spinning Wheel Kick sending Maximillion flat on his ass. A stunned Maximillion tries to recover, but Jin is quick to pounce. He may be smaller, but his quickness allows him to get a Single Leg Boston Crab locked in on Maximillion. Maximillion, screams out in intense pain from this. After a short while of trying to wriggle free, Maxillion utilises his strength advantage to roll over and kick Jin, this forces Jin to release the submission and stumble backwards into the ropes. Maximillion quickly gets up to his feet just as Jin is running towards him, Maximillion ducks the attempted clothesline from Jin and as Jin bounces off of the ropes of the other side of the ring he catches Jin with a Powerslam, slamming Jin back first onto the canvas. As Jin cries out in agony, Maximillion can only help but laugh at his opponent. Maximillion follows up the power slam with a knee drop straight onto the ribs of Jin. Jin recoils in pain as he feels Maximillion's knee drives straight into his ribs. Maximillion doesn't allow Jin time to recover as he pulls him to his feet. Middle point: Maximillion continues to dominate Jin at this point of the match. He throws Jin into the direction of the turnbuckle and he suffers the full brunt of the impact and falls to the canvas. Maximillion taunts Jin as he waits for his opponent to recover to his feet. As Jin reaches his feet, Maximillion strikes a dazed Jin with knife-edged chops to the chest, Jin once again cries out in agony, in what is becoming a bit of a habit if you ask me! He should grow a pair! A complacent Maximillion allows Jin to wander into the centre of the ring, dazed and confused. Maximillion proceeds to taunt Jin once again which irritates the crowd who's boos become audible once again. After deciding that he has done enough gloating, Maximillion approaches Jin, looking to set him up for a vertical suplex. However, as he turns Jin around, the pesky Asian spits Gold Mist, yes GOLD MIST! Into the face of Jin. Now, correct me if I am wrong but when was SPITTING in the FACE of your opponent in a WRESTLING match ever considered to be wrestling? I thought so too! Dazed by the mist Maximllion wanders straight into the oncoming path of Jin who levels the rich bastard with a Flying Clothesline. Unlike Maximillion, Jin isn't a complacent one and immediately goes to work looking to work a pinfall. As Maximillion is busy recovering face first on the canvas, Jin leaps to the top turnbuckle, oh boy this isn't going to end well! With a complimentary taunt Jin leaps off of the turnbuckle to hit Maximillion (who had conveniently rolled onto his back moments before) square on his chest with a Senton! As Maximillion recoils from the pain, Jin quickly hooks the leg for the pinfall. One, Two, Thre--what's that? Maximillion has his foot on the rope? DAMN! As a frustrated Jin is notified by the referee of this, Maximillion, keen to capitalise on a distracted Jin and rolls out of the ring - what a pussy! After deciding the referee is an utter prick and he is clearly on the Richmond family's payroll, Jin turns around to see Maximillion on the outside of the ring and is slowly getting to his feet. However, Jin being the quick thinker he is steps between the top and middle ropes on to the side of the ring and SPRINGBOARDS off of the ropes and leaps into the air executing an Asai Moonsault connecting full on with Maximillion who has just got to his feet. This sends both men crashing to the floor, with Maximillion receiving all of the impact. Match end: As Maximillion lays still, dazed and confused from the impact of the move he's just been struck with, Jin leaps to his feet immediately. Jin pulls the larger man to his feet by the scruff of his neck, and looks to go to work on Maximillion. Jin releases Maximillion, who can hardly stand on his own without wobbling. Jin smiles and executes the Jin Kick Combo! This once again sends the already beat up Maximillion crashing into a giant heap on the floor once more. But, what's this? As the referee reaches the 5 count, Jin rolls back into the ring leaving Maximillion on the outside. Trying to win by count out? HOW UNSPORTSMANLIKE! Jin taunts in the centre of the ring as Maximillion struggles regain his bearings. The referee reaches the 7 count and Maximillion is only standing up on one knee! Using all the energy he has left Maximillion struggles to his two feet, the referees count has already reached 9! However, Maximillion rolls under the bottom rope at what must be 9.9! Jin looks incensed at Maximillion being able to re-enter the ring. The look in the eyes of Jin shows that he is ready to end this contest. As Maximillion uses the rope to regain a vertical base Jin CHARGES at Maximillion like a train, looking to knock out Maximillion with a burning elbow. However, after been allowed enough time to recover by Jin, Maximillion drops to his knees, ducking the oncoming Asian Train! Jin's momentum is too great and he goes straight into the ropes. As he bounces back, Maximillion uses what energy he has left to roll up Jin with a school boy, using the ropes for leverage of course. 1-2-3. Richmond wins, much to the disgust of the protesting Jin! Winner: Maximillion Richmond
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:40:22 GMT -5
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:41:29 GMT -5
Segment: A Call for Help! (Credit: Chef & ?)
The scene opens somewhere backstage that looks like a locker room. The camera moves to the right and Leon Chase, The Chef, appears. He is sitting in a steel folding chair and looks to be talking to someone. However, the someone isn't on the screen.
Chef: Now, I know we have had our differences in the past. But I need someone's help on this. I think you'd be the only one that could actually take this guy.
?: Why should I? What have you ever done for me?
Chef: Well....good point. But, I know from personal experience how tough you are. And THATS the type of person that would have to face this guy.
?: Heh. Well I guess you've got a point there....But why can't you just ask somebody else?
Chef: Well...I've been gone for a while, and I don't know some of these newer guys.
?: But...there are a lot of other people that would be thrilled to help you! Like, Thunderkiss....he seems to be nicer to you...
Chef: Why would I pick him? Hes not going to fight him! He has other things to worry about anyways. C'mon man, I need your help.
?: *Sigh*....alright I'll do it.
Chef: Thanks...
The camera then zooms out to reveal the person Chef was JASON FREEMAN! Freeman sits in a La-Z-Boy chair across from Chef. A mixed reaction is heard but Freeman smirks at the sound of them. He shakes Leon's hand then rests his head on his hand while leaning on the arm of the chair.
Freeman: It's not like I have anything else to do anyways...now that Taylor lost his title. Alright...,now that I have agreed, will you tell me who you want me to face?
Chef: Thunder Train....Now it may see--
Freeman: WHAT?!?! Why didn't you tell me that earlier?
Chef: What is it? Afraid you can't beat him?
Freeman: N-No...*Smiles* Of course not...I could take him easily, any time!
Chef: See, thats why I picked you. Your confidence is probably your greatest strength.
Chef stands up then walks to the door. He whispers "And probably your greatest weakness too" under his breath.
Freeman: What was that?
Chef: Uh...umm....nothing....Thanks for helping me out Freeman! I gotta go...
And with that Chef leaves the room. Freeman lets out another sigh then rolls his eyes and leaves also.
Fade
OOC: Mystery credit goes to Freeman of course.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:42:13 GMT -5
Time For Quality Television (Credit: T-Kiss, Jake Cheng)
Those in the general vicinity can see it coming a mile away like a bad train wreck just waiting to happen. Down one end of the hall comes Jake Cheng with Kirsten Carter while on the other end walks Thunderkiss with Joytoy. As they get closer and closer, neither Jake or TK will move over for the other to pass and it isnt until they are almost on top of one another that they finally come to a stop.
Mr. 500%: Hey Jack!
Jake: Kiss.
Mr. 500%: So Champ, why isn't your dog leashed?
Jake: Teeks, I know you have weird fetishes and that sort of thing, but Goatse? Seriously?
Mr. 500%: The only goat I see Mr. Cheng is the one standing beside you right now.
Jake: Then maybe you should turn your head about ninety degrees to the right and look down.
TK does as the Champion said, sarcastically looking directly at JOYTOY. What he does see is Kirsten Carter stepping on his foot, right before she hides herself behind Jake’s small body.
Mr. 500%: Well, who would have guessed your tiny frame could contain such wit. And if your bitch does that again, I will gladly show her the attention she so craves.
Jake: You mean like the attention you show your women.
The camera focuses on JOYTOY, who stares off into space and yawns.
Mr. 500%: Ah don't worry about Joytoy, she gets all the attention a girl could possibly want.
Jake: Yeah, she looks...uhh, thrilled to big with a giant oaf like yourself.
Mr. 500%: That’s right Cheng. She likes 'em BIG, if you know what I mean ....
Jake: TK, no man is large enough to pleasure then. Do you have to tie yourself down so you don't fall in or how does that work? Pulley system maybe? Keep an extra pickaxe down there for emergencies only?
JOYTOY: TK, I think this one has a big mouth. Shut it.
Kirsten: A big mouth? Like the one that you have to suck all that cock?[/color]
The comment works like the old rubber and glue first grade comeback that only Hunter still uses; TK isn’t phased.
Mr. 500%: I already have a date with the tiny man to shut him up Jt. However in the meantime, gagging his dog with your fist would be most pleasing to me.
Kirsten: Bring that slut on!
In the middle of her outburst, Kirsten lunges at JOYTOY out of anger, but Jake holds her back, almost dropping his ACW World Title in the process.
Mr. 500%: Let her go cockblock, I want to see a catfight!
Jake: Why have them fight now, when they can settle it in the ring.
Mr. 500%: Stupid Cheng, women cant wrestle!
Jt looks viciously at TK. Knowing she is already in the “dog house” after failing TK a second time in regards to Anna Sommers, she knows its just best to bite her tongue.
Mr. 500%: Think before you say it.
JOYTOY: ....
Mr. 500%: Good girl. Now Cheng, Im all for a confrontation because I'm scratching to be entertained tonight. How about a good ol' fashioned bra and panties match?
Jake: No fu-
Kirsten: Hell yeah. I'm going to reveal your slut to the entire world. Not like they haven't seen her naked anyway.
Jake: Kirsten!
Mr. 500%: Looks like your own woman has more balls than you do, tiny man. We'll see you in the ring.
Thunderkiss and JOYTOY walk away leaving the ACW World Champion and his girlfriend staring at them as they walk off into the distance. Jake eventually realizes her is still holding her back and lets go. The Asian Extraordinaire doesn’t look to happy about the exchange that just too place, but he looks down into Kirsten’s eyes and his spirit is reignited. That fire...on a normal day Kirsten would dread the idea of a bra and panties match, but today...but now she is pissed off. Makes for quality of television that people want.
Kirsten: C’mon, let’s go pick out what I’m wearing.
Kirsten grabs Jake by the hand and starts sprinting down the hallway.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:42:45 GMT -5
Impromptu Match: JOYTOY vs. Kirsten Carter – Bra And Panties Match (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. VALENTINE’S DAY BRA AND PANTIES MATCH ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by VALENTINE’S DAY! That one special day of the year that millions of males around the world finally get buttsecks! – And if this doesn’t work, try some roofies! *-
JOYTOY Age: 26 Height: 5'8" Weight: 108 lbs. Hometown: Moscow, Russia
Kirsten Carter Age: 20 Height: 5'8" Weight: 129 lbs. Hometown: Dublin, Ireland “All-Right (Sham-Poo Mix) by JOYTOY hits the sound system and out comes EXTREME PLEASURE NURSE - JOYTOY! Walking down to the ring she struts herself for the world to see and takes much pleasure in the reaction she hears from the crowd. Slowly slinking up the ringsteps, she enters the ring by straddling the middle rope and begins to simulate penetration with it. The crowd eats it up, only wishing they could eat her up as well - IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!! Once inside, she takes off her military hat and hands it to the timekeeper and then begins to stretch her body, causing a sea of flashbulbs to go off throughout the arena.
Lights cut to black. As bright strobelights flash frantically upon the entryway, the opening bass riff to "FTK" by Vagiant rings sharply throughout the arena. When the second guitar riff comes in, a platform from under the stage begins to slowly ascend, raising Kirsten Carter, her head draped under the hood of her jacket and the Irish flag draped over her shoulders. Once the lights come back on during the more subdued part of the intro, Kirsten grabs hold of the flag and pulls it off herself, being sure to dramatically sweep it in front of her. Pyro then rains down from the entryway as Kirsten takes her hood and flips it back to expose her face. Kirsten begins to march down the entry ramp, touching hands with a few fans along the way. She hops onto the apron and spins around to blow a kiss toward the camera and enters the ring under the middle rope. Kirsten runs to all four turnbuckles and mounts each one right after the other, taunting enthusiastically or head banging to rouse up the adoring crowd!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Male fans of ACW, prepare for masturbation! As the two girls square off, the camera zooms in on their tight spandex outfits, highlighting all their smooth women curves. Kirsten’s pink wardrobe is truly to die for while Joytoy’s red number is raising just more than spirts at this very moment. After a good deal of circling, the two women square off and its Kirsten with a take down! Being the actual athlete, fans have no doubt that she will dominate the match and that’s quite ok for them! On top of Joytoy, Carter reaches down and grabs her top and begins to tug on it. She pulls as hard as she can and soon the material begins to rip apart at its seams! With one final tug, Joytoy’s top is pulled off and Kirsten unmounts her to celebrate her fortunes! Waving Jt’s top in the air like a towel, Kirsten underestimates Joytoy’s determination as she leaves her back turned on her for far too long! Pouncing on her like a panther, Joytoy grabs the sides of her shorts and pulls them right off leaving ACW fans far and wide to ponder one simple question: can we see camel toe?! MATCH MIDPOINT: With Kirsten in her panties and Joytoy with her bra, both women are just one garment away from being the loser. That said, they both increase their efforts as they roll around on the canvas pulling and tugging away on each other. Now see, this is women’s wrestling right here. Who really doesn’t want to see sweaty boobies being rubbed up against each other? I mean seriously. You guys can have your stupid arm bars and whatnot, I will take two hot chicks simulating lesbian sex any day of the week. I’ll be the first to admit, I’m a huge pervert. If given the chance, I would probably try to snatch a pair of these girls panties just so I could smell them alone in my bedroom. I suppose now you guys think I should get back to typing about the match, that is the actual three guys who actually read matches. Just because I love you people so much I will get back to the matter at hand and tell you that the two girls are still rolling around on the canvas rubbing their sweaty, juicy bodies amongst each other. MATCH ENDING: In the final stretches of this match, Kirsten becomes much more aggressive as Joytoy wont give up her bottoms so easy. Running at Jt full speed, Jt actually ducks down and trips Carter down to the mat and then turns back around and begins to spank her in the middle of the ring. Thats right, Joytoy’s right hand begins to slap the nice meaty ass of Carter. After each slap her ass jiggles back and forth like Jello made from heaven and the fans sitting at ringside prop their cameras up hoping to get a great snapshot of Carters ass to slather all over the interwebs. Finally having enough, Kirsten turns over and nails Jt right in the chops with a very stiff kick. As Joytoy tries to shake it off, Kirsten reaches down and latches on to Joytoy’s bottoms and then pulls back as hard as she can. Sadly for Joytoy, her trunks cannot withstand the force of Carter’s tug and they come clean off, as well as some of her panties. That’s right, message boards are now being lit up with thousands of “Did you see her bush?” posts as Joytoy was momentarily exposed for all to see. So excited are the masses that they fail to hear the ring bell sound declaring Carter as the winner. TAKE!
IT!!
OFF!!! WARFARE WINNER: KIRSTEN CARTER!
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