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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:43:30 GMT -5
Segment: Champion vs. Competitor (Credit: Jake Cheng and Jon Taylor) Uh oh, showdown. From one end of the hallway walks the 14K Triad, Jake Cheng out in front, holding hands with his new girlfriend, Kirsten Carter, and of course followed by his bodyguards Yin and Yang. The other side is the Ultimate Competitor, John Taylor and Bill the Trainer. Bill takes a step out wide, but Jon walks straight though Jake, almost leveling him.Jake: Watch it chump! Taylor stops walking and looks down to the ACW World Champion.Taylor: Who said I wasn't looking where I was going? Jake gets in Taylor's face, but Kirsten pulls him back. Instead, Yin and Yang get up in Taylor's grill. Jon Taylor Looks at Cheng's two henchmen. He turns to Bill and laughs.Jon Taylor: Nice henchmen you’ve got here Cheng. Can't say I didn't expect it, not like you Asian's have a penis. Taylor cracks his knuckles and looks directly at Cheng.Jon Taylor: How we about we settle this man to man, call off your Henchmen before they end up looking like Fitsharris did last Monday? Jake: Just so I can kick your ass like FSX did last Thursday? Sounds good. This comment makes something inside Taylor spark, even his eye twitches a little.Jake: Aw, look's like I hit a nerve. Jon Taylor: No, I just don't appreciate being referred to in the same context as that little shit. Jake: Not like you deserve to be mentioned along with Champions like Fallen Souls or myself. Jon Taylor laughs.Jon Taylor: Ha! You champions? Give me a break. You beat Hunter in a match designed for your TINY body and don't defend it since, and Fallen Souls gets lucky with ONE move after being dominated the whole match. That isn't a true champion, that's someone who gets a lucky break handed to them. As will be proved as soon as that little shit appears from hiding and you get your ass handed to you at Bloody Valentine. Jake: A true champion wins. Like I did at Ragnarok. Like I will at Bloody Valentine. Like FSX did last Thursday. Like I will on Monday. Jon Taylor shakes his head.Jon Taylor: Your perception of a true champion is wrong, Cheng. A true champion is the one who can entertain the fans, one who can win championship matches without the aid of a stipulation. What have you done since you won the championship? Prance around backstage chasing your girlfriend back there and sit on your ass- Jake goes to say something, but Taylor keeps on ranting and raving.Jon Taylor: Waiting to find out who is going to get the honor of relieving the worst world champion in the history of ACW of his championship. Cheng, all you are is a transitional champion. Sure, you got lucky at Ragnarok, but how many matches have you had since then? One, and it wasn't even a title match. Cheng, you are the opposite of a champion. A smug look appears on the face of Taylor, who sits back and waits for Cheng's reply.Jake: Well Taylor, is going to be a long ass transition, because this belt is going nowhere. As Cheng goes to walk away from Taylor, Taylor rushes forward and bursts through the wall of Yin and Yang. Cheng turns around to see Taylor staring him in the eyes. Yin and Yang look to react, but Cheng calls them off.Jake: I've said it once, and I'll say it again. No I will not show you my Asian penis. Good day sir. Jon Taylor: Not that I could see it if you even tried, Cheng. The look in the eye of Taylor shows he isn't done.Jon Taylor: Cheng, you have a lot of confidence for someone who has been back, what - 2 months? Yes, you may have the World Championship, but to me that means fuck all. What have you done apart from capture it? Nothing. That's what you are Cheng, nothing. Cheng, you've had your luck, just like Fallen Souls. But that's all it is, luck. Tonight I’m going to expose you as the chink who got lucky. You're nothing to me, Cheng. Nothing. I may have lost my championship to Fallen Souls in a freak moment, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to give you a good old fashion American ass kicking. Jake: Nothing? This belt means nothing? What about the Light Heavyweight Title Belt I won four fucking times and held for one hundred and fifty days straight? I've pinned BK London and Latino and countless other ACW Legends. Jon Taylor smirks.Jake: Who do you have a win over? JJB? Oh, and The Libertines. You're a fucking hot shot. You talk all this shit about Fallen beating you as a fluke. The only fluke I remember clearly is you beating Senator last year. Talk about a fucking shot in the dark. Now, I would love to stay and chat with you, but Kirsten has a match to get ready for, so I'll see you in the ring. As Cheng walks away, followed by Kirsten and Yin and Yang, Taylor indicates he isn't done yet.Jon Taylor: Hey, where you going champ, did I say I was finished with you? You talk about my "fluke" win against Senator, as I recall it was via tap out, not a flash move like ALL of your victories. You talk about being the longest reigning LHW Champion- Jake turns a corner with his posse, but this doesn’t stop Taylor.Jon Taylor: But that isn't something to be proud of. That belts a joke. Zero wanted to get rid of it so badly he gave it way. Cheng, the reason your reign was so long was because NOBODY wanted it. That's right nobody! Cheng you better be prepared because, once we get into the ring you wont see ANYTHING once I put you to sleep with the Triangle of Perfection. Alone in the hallway, Taylor looks around before walking in the opposite direction from his opponent of the night. Fade Out.======== Segment: This Bus Has NO FACE (Credit: FSX) Ecuador 2/14/08 3:00 P.M. Children's Educational Programing. Something we all experience in life, and ponder it's effect on our well being and future for years to follow. Is it not something of dramatic and intriguing nature that deserves a lengthy and well versed mini-rant? Probably not. In fact, this will now be regarding mini-rant's. I find them to be an amusing and delightful concept most of the time, but at the same time they can be mistaken for something that is forced in order to propel length of a matter, rather then interest. I honestly would not write them if I didn't believe they properly set a mind-set and prepared individuals for an experience. I do hope I succeed in this sense, but I find that this experience is one best left up to imagination and magical circumstances. A delightful blend of experience that can never be, and perhaps some that should, as a trip is taken through the mind and across the world in a short period of time. Transcending space for true reason.
That is what is about to occur right this moment, as a great distance needs to be traveled in nearly no time at all, and the impossible seems to be the case. How can Fallen Souls honestly make his way from the luxuries of Ecuador to the rough and demanding ACW island within a simple twenty minutes? He would need some sort of unheard of miracle for such an occurrence to take place under such unlikely circumstances. Fortunately, he is a man where miraculous and impossible things constantly happen to. But what will it be? As FSX ponders just what to do to make his amazing trip a reality, and strokes his International Title as he clings onto it like a mother to it's baby, or an addict to it's crack, he sighs softly as he looks down to the ground, defeated.FSX: Looks like I'll just have to miss my match for Meltdown after all...sigh. Man: NOT NECESSARILY! With a jump and a gasp, Fallen turns to see an unusual and eccentric fellow stroking a log of wood and minding his own business, aside from his random loud shouts in the direction of FSX. Quite intrigued by this, Fallen turns to face the man as the man suddenly faces him, and looks him over carefully.FSX: What's the deal, loud man? How can I get back to ACW in time? Man: IT IS NOT HOW....BUT WHEN! FSX: When...? Like Back to The Future?! Woah! Awesome! Man: No....I meant like waiting at a bus stop. You know, for it to show up and then getting onto it. Taking it perhaps back to the isle of ACW with time to spare for your match with AK. FSX: I guess that makes sense too..aside from the fact the match is in twenty minutes. They both seem to ponder the situation simultaneously, before shrugging and looking away from each other in disgust.FSX: Your me, aren't you? Man: What gave it away? FSX: Probably the fact we look the same, are doing the same thing, and are having the same ideas at the same time. FSX?: Yeah, that makes sense. Been thinking about what I told you about the International title? If your not careful with it this time around, Taylor could sneak up on you and take it back without much trouble. FSX: I don't think that's about to happen, me. I'm pretty sure we're good this time around. FSX?: Maybe. Hey, we should stop talking to each other soon. Strange people are staring at us. FSX: Talk about awkward! Fallen has a good laugh with himself, before reaching out and attempting to pat himself on the shoulder. Upon realizing he was attempting to touch a mirror he snapped out of the illusion he kept trapping himself in and cursed himself silently, turning away from the oddly placed mirror and frowning once more as it seemed that he wouldn't make it back on time for his match.FSX: What to do...what to do... Man: Perhaps I can be of assistance? FSX: SHUT THE FUCK UP, ME! As Fallen turned quite peeved in the direction of the mirror once again, he nearly jumped back over himself as he saw several natives to Ecuador standing their confused, apparently waiting at a bus stop. Looking around the scenery blankly, FSX could only shake his head.FSX: How did I get here? Man: Well, you didn't move. Ecuador is just really fast with development, and they built this bus stop around you in about thirty seconds. FSX: No wonder everyone digs foreign labor. Man: Your telling me! I hold down six jobs and easily support my thirty seven children! Fallen can only quirk an eyebrow at the thought of a man working so much and having so many children, before brushing it off as a broken stereotype and looking around for a bush.FSX: So, think this bus will take me back to ACW with time to spare before my match? Man: I suppose. It is supposed to be magical. FSX: How so? Man: Well... Before he could get an answer from the man, he suddenly got one..FROM THE SKY, AS A BUS SUDDENLY RAINED DOWN FROM THE HEAVENS TO PARK ITSELF IN FRONT OF THEM! WOAH!....yeah. It appears to be a school bus of some kind, as it's horn meeps a few times well the door opens.Ms. Frizzle: Does someone here need a lift?! Man: This Asian guy...needs to go to some place called ACW in a hurry, Friz. FSX: My GOD!!! Does this bus have a face?! What kind of monster of technology is this thing!? Man: It's a Magic School Bus...and it's best you just go with it, buddy. As Fallen looked about to voice more disbeliefs of such a technology existing, and was likely about to question the realism of such a beast being made in this modern era, Ms. Frizzle suddenly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him into the bus as he looks around in shock at the generic and unusual cast of children there, staring at them all carefully as the bus was already off on it's way before he could say anything else.FSX: Uh...ok...Hey children. Ms. Frizzle: Sorry class! We need to make a quick detour to help Mr. Souls here get to his show! Fallen appears to calm down a bit as no one makes a great fuss at his appearance in this weird contraption, sitting in the front seat as he whistles to himself quietly, taking a good look at his title before looking up to see every student on the bus standing around him, effectively freaking out.FSX: Gah!! What the hell?! Arnold: Oh no, It's a creep! I knew I should of stayed home today! Dorothy: According to my research, we should of saw this coming with Ms. Frizzle. Keesha: Oh bad! Oh bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!! Phoebe: At my old school, everyone was a creep. FSX: Uh....I'm the creep, yet your all surrounding me? Fallen sinks down a little bit in his seat as everyone seems to lean in closer to him, getting quite freaked out by the situation now.Ralphie: Is it just me, or does he look alot like Jackie Chan? Carlos: Probably just you, but everyone knows your ancestors were all racist anyway Ralphie! Get it? Children: CARLOS!! FSX: Ok, I wanna get off now. FSX begins to look around frantically as the children on the bus begin to argue over him and complain about the bad weather for no good reason, well Ms. Frizzle continues to hum a happy tune to herself. Not about to take any more of this, Fallen takes in a deep breathe and pushed the students out of his way, running over to the steering wheel and trying to pull them over.FSX: I'll just call a cab or something! Ms. Frizzle: But we're airborne! Tim: We've been Frizzled! Wanda: What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What are we going to do? Arnold: WE'RE GONNA DIE! As Everyone seems to be screaming now and running back and forth on the bus frantically, Fallen looks around nervously before hugging onto his title and sitting back on one of the bus seats, closing his eyes as they all seem to be going down.FSX: Why do these things always happen to me..? Cause you hopped on the MAGIC SCHOOL BUS!!!!
Yes, I agree, this was bizarre and odd. But I do believe it was the best short notice way to travel across the world and make it on time for Fallen's match! Right...?
Maybe..
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:44:20 GMT -5
Match 3: Jon Taylor vs. Jake Cheng -- NON-TITLE (Credit: FSX)
Drama in an hourglass. What does that have to do with this next exciting contest? Nothing really. I just thought it sounded reasonably cool to say. Anyway, our next match is something that should interest many at home, and confuse many in attendance. The following contest was, you see, planned to actually take place even later on tonight. Possibly a main event caliber contest even, if the Libertines wasn't such a huge drawing point. The fact was that this contest is still likely a bigger and more important match in the long run then the one that follows it, though it still finds itself this early on the card. How peculiar. Regardless, there is no doubt in the eyes of these screaming fans that it is going to be an epic battle! Both men have something important to prove here tonight, and they are likely to give everything they got to do so. For Jon Taylor, he likely sees this match as an opportunity to show he can play with the biggest of dogs, even if that dog has rabies! With a win here tonight, he would clearly make himself Main Event material. Or at least International Title Contender material. For Jake, things are likely in a different light. Now that he is well aware that he has to face not one, not two, but THREE top contenders for his title at Bloody Valentine, he has to remind everyone that he is the current dominant force in ACW. He IS the champion, and he wants to remain the champion for as long as possible. But will he? Or will someone else? Maybe Taylor should get a title shot if he wins? Nah, he's too crazy in love with the IN. Anyway, it seems Phillip is making his way out of the ring. That means both Taylor and Cheng are staring death at each other IN the ring. That means that the match is about the start! Get your KissHun on!
Bell Rings.
And another exciting contest on everyones favorite show to take place on Thursday, Meltdown, is entering it's second half of intense action! But which one of these men will make the first move? They both seem to be eying each other carefully, as if to measure the other up and search for an individual advantage they may have. As they look each other over and slowly make their way closer and closer to each other, it seems quite obvious that Taylor is likely to hold the strength and size advantage for the entirety of this match, and it doesn't hurt that his style of fighting is dependent on manhandling his opponent. He shouldn't have any trouble with the smaller Jake. As they came within striking distance of each other, Taylor was quite quick to try and make the first move with a spinning back fist! But like the rat that Jake is, metaphorically, for reasons of excitement, he easily ducked the move and retreated into a nearby corner. Not about to be made a fool of, Taylor wastes no time making a charge in the direction of the corner, intent on hitting Jake with a knee strike, but only to be dodged and avoided by our World Champion once again, as he jumps up onto the turnbuckle and catwalks across the top rope to another, watching Taylor with a smirk. Growing quite frustrated with the little show that Jake was putting on for the crowd, he decided to show him up by leaping up and slowly trying to catwalk his way across the top rope over to him, doing quite good at first actually before the World Champion shook the rope and sent Taylor tumbling back into the ring. Following a quick bow to those in attendance, Cheng turned and quickly dashed back to where Taylor's prone form was laying. Without any hesitation, he lept up into the air and quick knee drop to Taylor's gut. Knocking the air out of his opponent and bringing him up to a seated position in the process, he was quick to follow up by returning to his feet and run into the ropes, retuning to hit a variation of a running knee lift to his enemy of terror. Wasting no time to get Taylor up to his feet following the blow, Jake can only smirk as he stands him there for a moment, letting him go to jump up and hit stiff heel kick. To the face. Luckily, as Taylor doesn't have to worry about being physically attractive, he recovers quite quickly to the kick and is back up to his feet as Jake is done bouncing around the ring in excitement. As he returns and finds Taylor on his feet once again, let alone looking quite pissed at what had taken place so far in this contest, he begins to run away and become a rat escaping violence once again. Taylor is not about to let that happen this time around, however, as he grabs Jake from behind as he turns and quickly hits a HIGH ANGLE back suplex. The impact is amazing enough for someone in attendance to ooh, as Taylor quickly turns to take a hold of Jake's wrist and apparently go for a arm bar. That is at least what it looks like at first, but instead he constantly pulls him up to a seated position only to drill him in the face with a foot and kick him back down to the mat. He keeps pulling him up and kicking him down for a few seconds, before Jake is much slower to be pulled up to a seated base, and falls down on his own without the kick. Priceless. Somethings money can't buy, but for everything else there's a kick to the face.
Seeing neither man is bound to be considered fairly attractive after all the damage done to each of their faces thus far, they will have to take all they can out of this experience. For each of them, that would call for a very convincing victory over the other. As things stand thus far it appears as if Taylor is off to a fairly good start in that direction, having kicked a confused and bedazzled Jake into next week, there is a pleased smirk on his face as he lifts up the wobbly form of his foe. Taking a good look at him for a moment and holding him there, he appears to be quite bored with the fact that Jake isn't very responsive at the moment to him, and appears to be off enjoying himself in a mystical land, likely drinking from some kind of coconut. Not about to stand for him being in a tropical paradise well Taylor still had to bust his ass, he decided to awaken his opponent the only way he knew how. A stiff kick to the shin! As the thud of his foot connecting with the side of Jake's shin echoes itself through the arena, many can only winch as the champion suddenly comes to and jumps around the ring on on leg as he clutches his shin, falling down to the mat and rolling around for a moment before he suddenly jumped back up to his feet and continued hopping around the ring on his good leg. A moment later, he lost his good leg as Taylor quickly ran forward and hit another shin kick on his agonized opponent, smirking just a bit to himself as Jake nearly topples over from the very stiff kick, feeling another one on the exact same spot on his leg, as Taylor reaches forward and holds the champion by his hair, alternating legs as he hits a series, and what was basically a montage of shin kicks over and over on Jake. One may find the stiff kicks to be somewhat excessive, but they hold good meaning if they take away Jake's pain weapon in his legs. Seeming to grow bored with Cheng's cries of pure agony, Taylor stops his kicks and pulls the champion forward in one flowing movement, drilling him suddenly with the Taylor DDT. As Jake's head bounces of the mat, he has no time to even feel the pain as he was quickly pulled back up to his feet and hit by a quick German suplex. Such a series of attacks is really getting to the world champion as he topples back down to the ground once again, allowing Taylor to drop a knee on his throat and go for the pin. Though the referee seems hesitant to count an illegal pin, he seems to fear Taylor at this point as he slowly drops down and counts a two before Jake can struggle his way free. Glaring death at the referee who was too slow to count the three, Taylor got up and slowly began to walk his way over to him, clearly implying that death was soon to befall him, before suddenly being grabbed by behind and hit with an INVERTED unprettier. Jake has successfully made Taylor even less pretty by hitting the move with a great velocity. Not about to let that stop him Taylor is very quick to return to his feet, but an irritated Jake isn't about to let him regain control of the match or anything, grabbing Jon almost immediately and hitting the move that scares children everywhere, the JAKIE DROP! And it was then that he was dropped as only Jakie knows how, falling to the mat with a decent impact as Jake quickly hit a standing moonsault to follow up and went for the pin.
And he won, too! Well...no...no he didn't He managed a two count, even with both legs hooked, on the man that just won't give up by the name of Jon Taylor. Perhaps he really is the Ultimate Competitor deep down! As the lengthy battle of wrestling giants continues, both men seem a bit taken back by the others will to win. Perhaps a mutual respect is forming between them deep down, and later on they will hug each other as new brothers of love. Or maybe they will just beat the hell out of each other with the most respect possible. Either way, it's time for the exciting conclusion of this contest! As Jake sits on his knees for a few moments and ponders just what he will have to do to defeat Taylor and be done with this match, he lets out a gasp suddenly as Taylor shoots up a hand to strike him in the chest. Falling back and away from his opponent, Jake looks utterly shocked that Jon has recovered so quickly, and seems to freeze up for just a moment as Taylor returns to his feet and rushes over to him. Clearly not ready for another attack, he does nothing to defend himself as a knee shoot up to hit him in the face, falling back into the ropes as Taylor continued forward and hit a huge elbow strike on him. Jake can barely stop himself from tumbling out of the ring, let alone somehow plan a way to regain control of this contest, as Taylor is sure to waste no time at all as he reaches forward and takes a good hold around Jake's neck, backing up to bring him into the middle of the ring before turning to have a control of his back and attempt to lift him up for the Electric Chair Drop. Though not completely recovered from what had occurred to him a moment earlier, and still in a bit of shock, the champion wasn't about to let him hit such a maneuver at this critical point in the match, instead spinning at he was lifted in the air to find himself in more of a powerbomb position, and hit a modified version of Killing in The Name, driving Taylor's head into the mat. Not about to let this opportunity go to waste Jake quickly returned to his feet and made his way up the turnbuckle, looking around at a few in attendance, before taking in a deep breathe and attempting to hit The Final Chapter. As he jumped to hit the multiple back-flipping moonsault, Taylor use Jake's hang time against him and rolled out of the way just in time. Landing quite uncomfortably on his ass, Jake jumped up and down once again as he held his lower back, suddenly being grabbed and picked up by Taylor. Before anyone knows just what is happening, Jake is drilled back into the mat as the Ultimate Competitor manages to hit the Taylor Made. Did Taylor just make himself the victor? Clearly! Going for the pin, the referee drops down as everything goes black suddenly, and attention is placed on the Alphatron.
Taylor: What the hell?!
As many are heard mumbling and discussing just what is going, a loud crash is heard and smoke is seen on the screen, many children seem to be coughing as Fallen Souls stumbles his way out of the smoke and looks around confused. Taylor seems to be utter shock as he sees the face of FSX suddenly appear.
FSX: I made it?! With time to spare?! AND I'm alive?! WOOO!!
Fallen begins to dance around as an incredibly irate Taylor suddenly gets off Jake and rolls out of the ring, running up the entrance ramp as Bill gasps and follows him up there, yelling obscenities at him to go back in the ring and finish the match as the screen suddenly returns to black and the lights all come back on, the referee looking around confused as Jake is seen coughing and slowly returning to a seated position.
With not much else choice, seeing that Taylor has abandoned the match in progress and suddenly run up the ramp, the referee can only shrug and start his ten count. As many in attendance seem a bit taken back by all of this, Jake is seen slowly dragging himself back up to his feet as the referee reaches ten and the bell is called for.
Phillip: And the winner of your match...by COUNT OUT, Jake Cheng!
Jake looks around confused as his belt is handed to him and his hand is raised, not quite sure just what happened as he rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the entrance ramp. Who is he to complain, however? He both won the match, and is a champion! It's good to be Jake Cheng...but where the hell did Jon Taylor run off too? I guess we'll just have to wait and see..
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:44:44 GMT -5
Segment: The Labyrinth Credit: Jon Taylor
After the man who he believes stole his title from him appeared on the Alphatron entering the parking lot, Taylor decided that now was the time. Now, was the time to make Fallen Souls request the title match - one or the other. Sure, he may have lost the match via Count Out to Jake Cheng, but at this point in time that didn't mean shit to The Ultimate Competitor. No, the only thing that mattered to Taylor was getting his title back.
Taylor can be seen rushing through the backstage area, which he has just entered through the entrance curtain. His destination appears to be the parking lot...though will he get there is another story altogether.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Now to work out how the fuck I actually get to the parking lot.
Taylor looks around; working out the possible routes he can take. There are two choices in front of him, left or right - what could be so bad about it? After all, it's not exactly a big arena is it? After careful consideration Taylor opts for the right option and sets off down that path. However, just as he is about to turn a corner he hears the sound of someone running, and breathing heavily coming towards him.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Jon!
Unable to say more than one word at a time from being so unfit, Bill has to regain his breathe before continuing.
Wait!
Taylor looks around to see Bill approaching him.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Quicker than I expected.
Bill scowls
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Why the hell did you run off?! Cheng won by count out, you know.
Taylor smirks.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Of course I know im not stupid you know.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You could of fooled me.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I'll ignore that remark.
Taylor pauses.
Besides, we have bigger fish to fry tonight, than that sad excuse of a champion.
Bill doesn't look too confident.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You know what happened the last time we went looking for Fallen Souls....
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Yes, well, this time we know where he is! Come on, lets get there before he can run away.
Bill doesn't seem to be appreciating all this rushing around.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Give me a second to recover, i'll be right behind.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Fine.
As Bill takes a moment to recover Taylor sets off once again. After a minute or so, Bill catches up with Taylor, though neither man appears to have much idea where they are going apart from the rough direction of the parking lot. The arena has so many twists and turns that Taylor and Bill keep bickering over the route to take at each "crossroads". After a short while they begin to realise that through all the twists and turns they aren't actually making much progress.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
We seem to be making a lot of progress, don't we?
Taylor doesn't look too happy.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It's not my fault it's a fucking labyrinth.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Don't you have that map you had on Monday, still?
Taylor looks at Bill like he's stupid.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
In what pocket?
Bill looks embarressed.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Ah, right.
Bill pauses
Well we can't keep going in circles forever, can we?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
No, we can't! We need to get to the fucking parking lot before Fallen leaves.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well then, what do you suggest we do?
Taylor looks irritated.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Bill, I know just about the geological layout of this building as you do.
Bill shrugs
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, there must be a reception around here somewhere.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Yes, but after we have found it Fallen will be long gone. No, we have to continue, it can't be that hard.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
As you wish.
Right on cue the two set off once again. One must wander how anything ever gets done with them stopping every 10 paces. However, onwards and upwards! The two decide this time to just keep going in the general direction of the parking lot, whether they know what it is, is a different matter entirely! However, surprisingly to both you and I, they actually seem to be making progress instead of turning the same corner for the 10 thousandth time as previously noted. However just as they are passing down a corridor something in the one of the windows catches the eye of Bill.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Hey...out there is grassland/woods if im correct, isn't it?
Taylor takes a look out of the window before replying.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
It would seem so, but what does this have to do with anything?
A smile appears on the face of Bill.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, correct me if im wrong, but I distinctively remember that on the right of the arena is a small grass/woodland area AND on the opposite side is the parking lot.
Taylor's face lights up.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
I guess we should have gone left instead of right then, eh?
Taylor pauses.
Well what are we waiting for? Let’s get going that way now before the little shit can hide again!
And with the simplest of observations it appears the dynamic duo of Taylor and Bill have conquered the labyrinth of the ACW arena. Or have they. Find out in the next part of; THE LABYRINTH!
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:45:28 GMT -5
Segment: ...Bloody Hell (Credit: Lucrezia)
The feast of Saint Valentine. The Catholic Church commemorates the life of the beheaded martyr by exchanging chocolate roses, red Manolo Blahniks, and other paraphernalia cupid in nature. Cesare Damiano simply adorns his living space with severed doll heads. It seems a far more fitting tribute than fat, overgrown dwarves delivering singing limericks to thoroughly embarrassed housewives between the ages of thirty-five and menopausic.
Cesare prowls the halls of the Alpha Championship Wrestling arena, decorated with heart-shaped balloons and cupid paper cut-outs at the insistance of human resources and to the displeasure of everyone else. Cesare vents his frustration by popping offending balloons with a sinister athame, eliciting cries of protest from a few dumpy HR ladies. Taking a leaf out of Lucrezia's book, Cesare bares his teeth and hisses. Silence is immediate, punctured only by the loud 'pops' of pierced balloons.
Sheathing his athame in his vest pocket, the younger Damiano strides into his locker room, unraveling his black traveling scarf and tossing it to a nearby armrest. His eyes fall upon a white envelope stamped and sealed with the official Vatican emblem. He blanches, confident demeanor vanishing, replaced by a cold, unforgiving fear. With trembling fingers, he rips open the white envelope and with some difficulty procures the letter inside. He scans the letter, processing information at a near inhuman rate.
A few moments later, he's on the couch, the contents of the envelope flung to the floor. He massages his temples, brows furrowed in deep concentration. He is failing. They had a purpose, didn't they? They were sent to America to accomplish _something_, yet smacking around a seven-foot hulking behemoth--though highly pleasurable on so many levels--will not progress the plan. Focus. Irrelevant sadism is not for the greater glory of God. Ad Majorem Dei Glorium.
He hates this place. Dear, sweet Gesu, he hates this place with this awful culture and ugly, repressed people. The greatest theologic mind since the great Thomas Aquinas wastes away in the States, with nothing but a honky arena of steroid-crazy 'bastardi' to keep him company. Cesare sinks lower, the weight of the immensity of his task bearing down on his slim frame. It is Valentine's Day, but his life is devoid of chocolate roses, red Manolo Blahniks, and other paraphernalia cupid in nature. He exhales a long, deathly rattle.
Lucrezia: Your soul wishes to flee. Clingy it is, here in my nails.
Cesare: Lu, dear. Go. Kill things. Do as you're told.
She whimpers, pouting her lips and inspecting imaginary verbal bruises. Cesare lacks the energy to entertain his sister. He lacks the energy to do much of anything. Where are his roses?
Lucrezia: Behind you.
Cesare: My brain is a sacred, silver sanctum.
Lucrezia cackles. She leans over, appraising her brother with a stare full of longing. Her hair falls faintly down to Cesare's cheeks. Her chestnut strands tickle sensitive skin.
Lucrezia: I see. I see too much. I see the stars now. I see Saturn ripping the manhood of Uranus. Blood splatters to the sea. She rises from foam. The bearer of your flowers. She urges: turn, Cesare, and know my gift.
Her words trickle down his spine. For the first time in a long time, he appreciates her wordcraft. The imagery stirs him; he rises from the couch to face her 'gift:' a basket brimming with roses.
Cesare can feel the warmth of a powerful love melt the cold hardness barracading his heart. His bottom lip trembles. With a heaving sob, he clutches his sister in a possessive hug, eager, nubile bodies brushing against one another. They fall in a heap to the floor, limbs and lips entangled.
The mysterious letter flutters a few feet away, stirred by the gusts of lust. Eleven words glimmer on the page in shining black ink.
'You displease me. I am coming. Tell no one.
Your Father.'
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:49:31 GMT -5
Segment: Sober Celebration Credit: Wayde Russeller/BK London/Danny Mainer The commercials come to an end with Ginger in the middle of the ring holding a mic. Ginger: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! It is now to time for an ACW first. The first EVER....SOBER CELEBRATION! We are going to celebrate Wayde Russeller and his decision to quit drinking! So here is, let have a warm welcome for the man of the hour......WAYDE RUSSELLER! With that the theme music starts and the fans start clapping to the song... Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God, I'm A Country Boy Wayde comes out wearing an expensive suit and his cowboy hat as he walks to the ring. He walks down a little bit, takes off his hat and raises towards the sky as fireworks shoot off all around him. He places his hat back on his head and continues his way to the ring and slapping some fives with the fans. Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm A country boy He climbs into the ring and shakes hands with Ginger. He is handed a mic. while his music fades. Ginger: Wayde Russeller, standing before me sober! I am proud of you Wayde, how does it feel?? Wayde: Well, its different alright. BUT if its what I gotta do to fit in around her, then I gotta do what I gotta do, ya know? The fans start chanting "WE WANT FREE BEER! WE WANT FREE BEER! WE WANT FREE.... Wayde: I used to want that too but guys, I had to change. I love this job too much to lose it for beer. Ginger: Good choice! Now let the party beg............ The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man least expected...BK London. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. He walks up to a stunned Ginger and stares at him. He then grabs a mic and offers his hand to Wayde. BK London: Let me formally introduce myself to you Wayde, I am BK London. Wayde: Yea I know who you are, you an AMAZING ATHLETE! BK London: Thank you, I appreciate that comment. But you know, I didn't really come out here just for an introduction. I've come out here to shed some light on a certain something you're going through. I was watching from the back a bit, and I see this "Sober Celebration" going, and you know what? While I do approve of you sacrificing something you love for this business, I think it's best that you stay true to yourself. Stay true to Wayde Russler. These fans don't want something a product of Ginger's crazy mind, they want the real you. They'll respect you if you are being true to yourself. So this is what I propose? Screw this whole sober celebration bullshit, and let's hit the bar! Wayde: I mean, I understand ya BK but....Gingie is gonna keep trying to fire me if I don't stop drinking. BK London: Take a lesson from me Wayde, you haven't been here as long as I have, but I know the ropes. You see that man standing over there, Chairman Gingerdude? Screw him! That man has one good idea out of every 3,000 - he's the man who sanctioned that horrible horrible Hardcore Haven match. Wayde: I heard about that, wow, you sancitoned that? Ginger: Well..I...uh... BK London: Don't listen to Ginger. He doesn't know what he's talking about. We're bringing an end to this Sober celebration RIGHT NOW! Boys! Bring out the goods. BK signals to the back and waves in a truck. Its hard to make out at first but when it gets closer to the ring all can see it is a Miller Lite truck. BK slides open the door and grabs two beer bottles. He opens them both up keeping one for himself and one he hands one to a reluctant Wayde. BK: ...CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG! Wayde looks at the bottle for a good amount of time. He can't decide but the fans keep chanting "CHUG CHUG CHUG" He finally looks around the arena, raises his glass and.... Ginger: WAIT A MINUTE! How about this Wayde, if you put that beer down I'll give a ACW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH....TONIGHT! Just put that down. Wayde: That is pretty tempting bossman. But here's the thing, the ACW Title would be nice, but it wouldn't mean ANYTHING if I sold out to get it. Sorry Gingie! With that he turns and starts chugging the beer as the fans go crazy. BK even claps for him a little. Ginger gets back on the mic. Ginger: YOUR NOTHING WAYDE! YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS! YOU DRUN IDIO....... Having heard enough Russeller turns and connects his patent Running Double Leg Tackle on Ginger forcing him to the ground in the corner. BK goes out and holds Ginger there as Wayde runs and connects the Keg Stand on Ginger! Wayde is going crazy and celebrating with the fans when....
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:51:21 GMT -5
Segment: A True Test Credit: Wayde Russeller and Danny Mainer
Suddenly, Obsession by Animotion hits as Danny Mainer steps out of the curtain to a loud reaction from the crowd, mixed. Danny looks furious at the display before his eyes. He feels like he’s just been shot in the heart in a spiritual sense just watching Wayde pass up the title shot and he’s about to become VERY vocal about it.
Danny: Oh my God… I can’t believe this… this is… this is just… NEVER. EVER in all my years have I seen something so completely and utterly ridiculous. I can’t believe you just passed up a title shot for a can of piss-water which you can buy for 2 dollars! A title shot is a once in a lifetime thing buddy! I mean COME ON! I know you’re from the Southern States but this just takes the God Damn Cake. Come on where’s your southern pride? You passed up the opportunity for something “Nice and Shiny” for what a can of beer? Come on you passed up a once in a life time opportunity to cover your alcoholic tendencies? You make me SICK. Any man would tear his right nut off for a title shot and you just throw it away like it’s trash? You are a fucking disgrace!
Mainer spits on the stage at the top of the ramp glaring down at Wayde. A lot of the crowd are still cheering for Mainer despite his heelish actions.
Wayde: Dang, you know what we need in here?
Danny: Lemme guess, a little bottle of Jack Daniels Whisky or who knows maybe even some Night Nurse? Whatever you fancy Doctor Death.
Wayde: Well that never hurts but actually, what we need is some pesticide! See back on the farm it keeps annoying little insects like you away.
Danny: Are you kidding me Wayde? Numbers cannot calculate how many times I am better then you. You make me sick and quite frankly I have nothing holding me back from knocking you into next week.
Wayde: You know, I've only been here for 2 weeks but I already learned a lot, but the biggest lesson I learned so far, Danny, is YOU DO NOT SHUT YOUR YAPPER! See while you like to talk about yourself ALL the time, I'm not much of a talker. Frankly. I'm sick of talking, so how bout you come down here right now and we'll settle this old school style??
Danny: There is no way The King of Vegas is ruining his own reputation by scrapping with a pathetic little pissant like you. If you think that you’re fooling yourself cupcake.
Wayde: OK well how about this buddy. Me and you, Bloody Valentine, that gives you plenty of time to get ready. And I am not talking about a silly little, "lets grab and hold each other" match. I'm talking about a match that seperates the men from the boys. A match that tests you on EVERY aspect of strength. I'm talking about an Old Fashion Texas Bull Rope Match!
Danny: Oh yeah and walk unwittingly into a massive death trap? Come on do you think I’m completely retarded? Southern Wrestling Fans are RAISED on bull-rope matches like a baby is on milk from a mother’s breast. What makes you think I’m going to try and fight uphill Captain Asshat? Why don’t we try something A LITTLE more graceful and yet cold and ruthless at the same time, HOW ABOUT a Submission match?
Wayde: OK how about this Mainer, This coming Warfare, Wayde Russeller vs Danny Mainer, winner gets to pick the match.
Danny: Alright hombre. I accept your challenge, just try not to feel too bad when you fall at the feet of Danny frickin’ Mainer. Royalty has returned to ACW and you’re first in line to feel that ‘cause gold runs through my veins, blood is gonna’ pour from yours! I’m not scared of some hick from Tennessee. I just hope you just don’t get a huge flock of your cowboy buddies to try and kill me before we make it to the ring!
Wayde: Oh just so you know partner...You awoke a drunken cowboy that you ain't wantin any of...
Waydes music plays on the speaker and Danny and Wayde have an intense stare down as the camera fades....
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:52:53 GMT -5
Segment: Endorsement (Credit: Senator)
Yes, once again, ACW has decided to give us another clipping from the headlines...
Chicago Tribune: Feb. 15, 2008 Senator Phillips Endorses Fellow Maverick By Jane Thomason
Washington D.C. - While the Democratic presidential primaries have recently favored candidate Barack Obama, his fellow United States Senator from the state of Illinois has taken a stance in favor of the Republican candidate, John McCain. In a press conference at 2:45 on Wednesday, Senator Steve Phillips(D-IL) addressed the press, stating his support for McCain. Stating the economy and foriegn policy as the two major reasons, Phillips proclaimed McCain as "a man whom patriotic Americans of all political affiliations should consider." The conference concluded swiftly, without the customary question and answer session. A spokesman for the Illinois Democratic Party admonished Senator Phillips, calling his stance "harmful and dangerous for the country." Senator Obama declined to comment on Phillips, other than to express his "profound disappointment." While Obama and Phillips have been outwardly friendly in the public, a number of reports have stated that Phillips, known as much for his outlandish dual career in politics and wrestling as for his conservative stances on the issues, had problems with Obama behind the scenes. Two protestors were arrested shortly before the Phillips press conference, after trying to pelt the Illinois Senator with debris and several six packs of an energy drink.
(OOC DISCLAIMER: While my character has taken a strong stance in favor of John McCain, I personally can not do so. Who do I like in this election? Well, the fact that I am considering a write in vote for Ronald Reagan might tell you something...)
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:54:37 GMT -5
Match 4: Fallen Souls vs. Atomic Kitsune (Credit: FSX)
Excitement can't possibly be contained when you give thought to what has led us to the following match! Sure, it may not have alot of history or build up like some of the other contests on the card, but at the same time it holds alot of importance in and of itself. It proved someone can travel from Ecuador to ACW in thirty minutes or less, and survive an epic bus-plane crash that could of killed everyone involved. It has the potential to prove that Fallen Souls is actually a decent wrestler who deserves to be holding the International title for a second time, and it wasn't just a random fluke occurrence and everyone who's anyone has been saying. At the same time, however, it also has the potential to benefit the other side of the fence. AK has been suffering from some criticism as of late due to her position in the company guaranteeing her a smooth and simple ride of success, though that is far from the truth. It's likely just a bit of irritation and self validation could be seen through her performance tonight against the eternal Upper Midcarder, Fallen Souls. These two have met in the ring several times in the past, more then anyone could of predicted, as they have had countless battles that were seen as epic and surprising. Most of these competitive wars end with a mutual respect between the two performers, as when they go out their they generally expect to do something different and leave an impact on those watching. Will this be another one of those matches, or will it disappoint the noble few who have waited patiently all night for it? Only time will tell, and as Phillip is once again making his way out of the ring and back to his seat at ringside, it's clear that we are about to find out. It truly is difficult to write multiple matches a night, I now understand why so many anguish over doing so. The more you know.
Bell Rings.
As we get underway it should immediately be noted that there is no real bad blood between these two competitors, as Fallen and Alicia both nod to one another and quickly make their way to the middle of the ring to shake hands. It's a bit odd and disturbing to see such a respect prior to a match, but they can if they want too. Seeing it's Valentines day, we should be happy this match isn't between two people sleeping together. After all, it would be a much sexier sign of respect. Seeing it isn't, however, we may as well just get underway! Both FSX and AK seem quite hesitant to rush into the fires of this match as they watch each other carefully, before they both seem to decide it's time to strike simultaneously and rush forward to attempt a lariat. Upon discovering that their opponent intends to do the same they both abandon the move and duck at the same time as they run into opposite ring ropes, coming back to go at this once again. On this exchange, it seems that FSX wants to try and hit her with an elbow smash quite quickly to bring her to the ground, but at the same time AK seems quite intent on hitting an knee. Not just any knee, but a Harley Race knee. Those are ritzy knees! As they both attempt the attacks simultaneously once again they both manage to connect to a limited agree and knock each other down to the mat, both quickly turning to attempt a headscissors on the other as both of them succeed. This looks quite awkward, however, leading them both to break the hold and allow one another to return to their feet without much a fuss, both smirking for a moment. Innuendo aside, Fallen suddenly breaks the moment of peace and runs toward her with the intent of hitting a Chop Block, but instead succeeds in being flipped into the air as AK hits a quite pretty looking monkey flip. As FSX gets a reasonably impressive and gracious turn in the air he finds himself holding onto the top rope to stop himself from flying out of the ring and pulling himself back up and over it. Perhaps as just to show off for his secret FH training he flips back over the top rope and continues to hold on the the rope, looking over his shoulder to wait for AK to get back up and turn around before springboarding off the middle rope and attempting to nail an Tornado DDT. Succeeding in catching AK's head as he springs off, he fails to nail the move as AK uses his momentum against him and turns the maneuver into a modified northern lights suplex, breaking the bridge for the pin and quickly rolling back up to a standing position as Fallen slowly returns to his feet as well. Not about to let her opponent get a moment of rest, AK suddenly runs forward toward FSX again, having to leap frog over him as Fallen sees her coming and uses some strength to toss her up and over her shoulders, smirking for a moment. Though this seems like a good idea at the time, as he turns around to face her once again he can't react as he sees her springboarding back to hit a moonsault on him and take him down to the mat, well nearly everyone in the building applauds the exchange.
After the exciting acrobatics and intensity of the upstart of this match both individuals appear quite tired in the ring as AK rolls off FSX and lays there next to him for the moment, both of them notably breathing quite heavily as they try and recover some of the energy they expended a moment earlier. The real question soon becomes which of them will manage to return to their feet first and continue on with the contest. The referee teases with the fans starting a ten count as they lay there, before suddenly they both move at nearly the same time and kip up, turning to face each other with a fist raised as they look just a bit surprised to see that the other has risen as well, let alone risen with the exact same thing in mind. One has to wonder how much time was spent choreographing this fight, or if it miraculously took place on it's own. Seeing we may never know, they continue. Staring at one another for a few moments, as if waiting for the other to drop their guard so they can get in a quick jab, they realize that isn't about to happen and go for something else. Tapping his foot on the ground once, AK looks a bit surprised as Fallen suddenly turns and attempts to nail a roundhouse kick on her, though she manages to duck and lock in a sleeper hold as she sees Fallen's back come into view. Unable to stop his momentum and escape the hold he finds himself trapped in the tight lock for a moment, struggling and waving his fists in the air as AK puts in as much pressure as she could for the moment, going to far as to jump up and try and bring FSX to the ground on a few occasions as she wrenched the hold and tried to put him to sleep. After a few more moments of struggling, it appeared to be working as Fallen dropped down to a knee. Rather then continue to wrench the hold AK takes this moment to her advantage and releases him, only to jump up and hit a Gamengiri from behind as he was on a knee, sending FSX plummeting down in pain to the mat as she flipped up and quickly ran back over to him as he fell onto his stomach motionless for the moment, attempting to lock in the Catch - 22 before Fallen suddenly kicked back and constantly kicked at one of her ankles, making sure it gave out so he could roll out of the move and return to a sitting position watching her intensely as he pondered how to get things back under his control. Watching as AK took a moment to clutch onto the ankle that had been kicked a few times, he returned to his feet and looked back and forth, before quickly running forward and hitting a senton splash. Getting enough of it to send AK into a short period of agony, he quickly lifted her back up to her feet and went for the Soul Digger, getting her up in the air and beginning to turn her into the powerbomb pin, before suddenly she wrapped her legs around his head and hit a hurracanrana. Both of them seeming to bounce off the mat, AK reached back to grab a leg and turn it into a pinning predicament as the referee dropped down to make the count. One....Two.....Thre-- Just not quite there yet, as Fallen pushes her off of him at the last second. Looking a little bit flustered by her failure there, she turned and prepared to attack once again......MEANWHILE!
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:55:24 GMT -5
Segment: A Glimmer of Hope Credit: Jon Taylor
After leaving his match to pursue Fallen Souls, who arrived in the parking lot, Taylor's mood/mental state had hit an all time low after finding out that Fallen was gone. Though, after taking so long to navigate the labyrinth that is the ACW arena, it was really no surprise that Fallen was nowhere to be seen.
Taylor and Bill can seen backstage, they look to have managed to find their way through the arena a bit easier this time. Taylor looks be to in a very bad mood, and Bill looks a bit concerned.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Cheer up.
Taylor looks at Bill
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What the fuck do I have to be happy about?
Bill looks surprised at Taylor's bluntness.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
There's always another chance-
Taylor interrupts Bill
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Another chance? ANOTHER CHANCE!
Taylor pauses
That's just it Bill, I don't have another fucking chance. Ginger made it clear that unless Fallen requests it, im not getting my rematch.
The two men fall silent for a moment, Bill looks to be trying to come up with something.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Well, the title isn't everything is it? There are things you can do-
Taylor appears to have gone back to his old interrupting ways.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
That's just it, the belt IS everything! It showed that I was the best, and Fallen stole that from me.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
You could try to go after the World Title...
Taylor doesn't seem to be impressed
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
FUCK THE WORLD TITLE! I don't want that joke of a championship, I WANT MY CHAMPIONSHIP!
Bill recognises that he is digging a bigger hole for himself
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Um, well, just hang in there im sure another opportunity to get your hands on him will arise.
Taylor doesn't look convinced.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Yea, maybe.
The pair continue to walk down the corridor, though their destination isn't clear, one would assume it would be Taylor's locker room. They pass through an area where a few of the roster are chilling out, though they don't really notice Taylor or Bill. As the pair pass through another corridor a monitor of the ring catches the eye of Bill, who stops. Taylor doesn't seem to be paying much attention and carries on.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Hey, Jon - look at this!
Taylor turns around looking disinterested.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
What?
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Just come and look here!
A reluctant Taylor follows Bill's instructions. As he looks at the monitor his face lights up.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor
Holy fuck! The little shit!
Without another word Taylor breaks into a jog in the direction of the entrance to the ringside area.
Bill Wright | The Trainer
Here we go again.
Bill follows, though at his own pace.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:57:30 GMT -5
Seeing that mini-hulk is likely done stealing TV time from this exciting match now, we return to find that both individuals have been taking several risks and chances to gain themselves the pinfall and the victory, though all of them have constantly come up short. The most recent appears to occur just as focus returns to the ring and AK lifts FSX up only to drop him with a sheer head drop brainbuster. The impact appears to be sickening, but as she drops down and hooks a leg for the pin, she still only manages to come away with a two count as Fallen has no plans on giving up just yet. Growing frustrated that she can't manage to put Fallen away, she does what she can to maintain her composure as she slowly drags him back up to a vertical base. She looks to him carefully, before kneeing him in the gut and preparing for the Falling Star. Unfortunately, AK is clearly unaware that Fallen has never been a star, and thus won't succumb to this move, punching her a few times in the ribs after he frees an arm, only to push her away and suddenly knee her in the gut now, not bothering to run into the ropes and instead hitting a modified version of the Silence Scissor Kick, managing a bit less hang time, but perhaps a little more impact as her head comes crashing down to the mat, with the rest of her body soon following. Rather then immediately go for a pin as he would of earlier on in such a situation, he decides it's best to make sure that AK is really out of it and has no chance to recover as he slowly pulls her back up well thinking of just what he could do. Seeming to remember what has worked against her in past confrontations, Fallen moved to take her back and quickly drill her with the Eastern Promises, delaying the release of the suplex as long as he could in order to ensure her neck would snap into the canvas and she would be left in a heap. Taking this as his chance, FSX quickly crawls over to her fallen form and hooks both legs as the referee goes to count the pin, counting a VERY delayed two before AK pushes Fallen off of her at the very last second, causing him to look quite peeved as he can hardly believe what just happened. Realizing it was going to take everything he had to do away with AK tonight, he took in a deep breathe and lifted her up once again, this time positioning her for the Soul Transfer as something caught the corner of his eye. Still holding her form in the air he looked up the entrance ramp and seemed a bit taken back as an incredibly angry Jon Taylor quickly made his way down, staring at Fallen Souls intently though not speaking a single word, and seeming to ignore him as he made his way around the ring to the time keeper. Fallen could only stare at him blankly as he watched and held AK in position, before beginning to curse and yell obscenities at him as he saw Taylor take his International Championship and go on his way up the ramp. Not about to just let him get away with this, he sets AK down and begins to make his way out of the ring, before having his arm grabbed and being pulled back into it. Looking quite irritated and confused, he turned only to suddenly be hit by the EMP and fall to the mat in a mess as AK went for and easily got the pin, clearly not aware of what had happened as the referee raised her hand in victory and she managed a good reaction from the crowd regardless.
Phillip: And the Winner of this match, Alicia 'Atomic Kitsune' Laureano!
Well Fallen is left in an unconscious state for the moment AK celebrates her victory in the ring. One has to wonder though if there will be any repercussions to everything that has taken place. Has Taylor just gotten away with robbery? Is Fallen going to be able to get his title back? Is this the end?!...Wait...there's still another match to come! In that case...
Fade to commercial.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 16:58:19 GMT -5
And now...ANONYMOUS SEGMENT!!!
"Misdirection" (Credit: Anonymous)
Every time you see someone come into a new place, you can't help but wonder just what lies in store for them. The same can be said for the ones that leave and make a monumental return. But there's a difference. Solidification. One has done it...the other one has yet to do it.
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One could be a former champion while the other could be a future champion. One could be a legend in the making while the other one could be Hall of Fame bound. One could be you and the other could be me.
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Where does everything begin? Where does everything end? Will you wake up in the morning and still ponder what the hell is going on here? Will you ignore this and treat it just like any other random, uneventful thing you see?
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Clues...codes...mysteries...enigmas...tests...questions.
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Uncertainty. That's the only thing that lies here. Or it is? Determine that for yourself. Question what you think this is. Answer what you think it might be. Guess and see if you're right. Learn of the truth that lies therein.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 17:00:01 GMT -5
Segment: Through the Eyes (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we find ourselves before the very familiar site of Kevin Anderson standing in a random abandoned hallway, mic in hand, looking fairly disgruntled. Beside him stands former two-time ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter, and the latter wears his famous cocky smirk. Both men are dressed in dark suits, but their faces differ in the form of Hunter's sunglasses and Kevin's short hair. After a few moments, the familiar red light appears on Kevin's forehead, and the famed, awarding winning (?) interviewer begins his short introductory speech.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with the former ACW World Champion, Andrew Hunter, who has recently been confirmed as the fourth and hopefully final competitor for the aforementioned title at Bloody Valentine. Your thoughts?
Hunter: Can't you tell by the smile?
Kevin: What smile?
Hunter points to his cocky grin.
Kevin: Oh, that's a smile? Well I shudder to think what your face looks like when you're trying to figure out how to sodomize that strap of gold and leather.
Pause.
Hunter: Well someone woke up on the wrong side of...life.
Kevin: Just answer the damn question, Hunter.
Hunter: It's not really a question so much as it's an abstract pondering---
Kevin: I will cut you if you make one more "witty" remark.
Hunter: Get your knife ready.
Pause. Hunter scoffs.
Hunter: Anyways, I'm feeling very good and very clever. Because, let's face it, none of you expected me to be faking it this entire time.
Kevin: Although you've certainly experienced fakeness before.
Hunter: That's not a word.
Kevin: Doesn't have to be.
Pause.
Hunter: ...and regardless of anything, I'm going to be wrestling for the title at Bloody Valentine. And I'll sure as shit win.
Kevin: I believe you said you'd beat Jake as well. That didn't go through, did it?
Hunter: Motherfucker got lucky as far as I'm concerned. But it was just that once. He's not some supersonic, super heroic, super amazing wrestler, he can be beaten. And he will be. By me. At Bloody Valentine.
Kevin: And the other two?
Hunter: I'm hardly worried about them either. I still don't think that Thunderkiss is a wrestler at all, and London...well...we'll see about him.
Kevin: So are you pondering suicide?
Hunter: ...excuse me?
Kevin: Suicide. Because we all know you can't live without that title. And you won't win it at Bloody Valentine, and you've certainly used up all of your favors and tricks.
Hunter: A. Not necessarily. B. I don't need to kill myself because I've already held that title twice, and for a lengthy period of time both times around. I can assure you that I am very, very content with how things have worked out for me so far. IF I don't win that title, but I will...but IF I don't, I'll survive. Because that means that London will probably take it, and Jake's reign will be shorter than his tiny little cock.
Kevin: But then London becomes the first ever three-time World Champion.
Hunter: ...that's something I'll concern myself with later.
Kevin: I can only imagine.
Hunter: Anything else?
Kevin: Not particularly.
Hunter: Then I'm done.
Kevin: I know. Hopefully for good.
Pause.
Hunter: You've got a hell of a tongue, don't you?
Kevin: Your mother agrees.
Hunter chuckles slightly before turning away from Kevin and heading down the hallway. Normally he would retort, but he cannot help but be amused. He knows later he will regret his decision to be silent, but for the moment he will allow Kevin to shine. Besides, he has always enjoyed it when someone tried to out smart him. They never succeed, naturally, but it's an admirable trait nevertheless. And it is a favor he will return on a later date. But for now? For now he's a bit tired. Sleep is not out of the question...for once.
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 17:09:16 GMT -5
Segment: I'm BBBAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK Credit: Wayde Russeller
The fans are aware that the end of the show is not that far away and are wondering what else ACW has planned for their entertainment. The camera shoots to the back where Wayde Russeller is shotgunning TWO beers! The beer flows over his mouth and down his shirt. He throws the beer cans on the floor and gets two more.
Wayde: HOT DAWG IT IS GOOD TO TASTE THAT SWEET SWEET BEER AGAIN! WOOOOOO
With that he cracks another beer. Before he can drink it Gingerdude storms up holding an ice pack on his head.
Wayde: Listen Gingie, I do not want to hear it right now. I have a big match Monday and I want to make sure i'm good and drunk for it. Now, I've been drinkin, and I plan to spend the afternoon drinkin so why don.......
Just then two figures appear. Its Ben and Afternoon Drinkin!
Ben: Did somebody call us?
Wayde: Umm I don't think so...who are you?
Ben: I'm Ben Drinkin and this is Afternoon Drinkin.
Wayde starts cracking up and slaps his knees. He slaps Ginger on the back who just rolls his eyes and walks away.
Wayde: Well I'll be damned! Ben Drinkin and Afternoon Drinkin! You know, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship! Lets go to my locker room have a few beers and talk.
They turn to walk away when a slim, sexy silhouette appears on the camera.
??: You goin some where without me cowboy??
Ben and Afternoons jaws drop and nearly hit the floor when they see the beautiful female standing before them. Wayde has a big smile on his face and runs up to her. He lifts her up as she wraps her legs around him and they spin around. He finally puts her down and turns to the Drinkins'.
Wayde: Boys this is my cousin, Bobby-Jo
The two look confused at each other.
Ben & Afternoon: You're cousin??
Wayde: Yesum! Bobby-Jo what are you doin here!
BobbyJ: Well Beersheba wasn't the same without you! I wanted to come see you and see if maybe you need a manager! Or maybe it could be like old times and I'll put on the cheerleader outfit for you and cheer you on
Wayde: Well definitely! Lets go talk about it my locker rooms right down there.
She walks ahead a little and Afternoon stops Wayde.
Afternoon: Dude you never slept with her........did you?
Wayde: That is absolutely disgusting! I would never do with....
Ben: Your cousin?
Wayde: A 17 year old. Sicko's
Wayde walks ahead of them and Ben and Afternoon look at each other and shake their heads as they follow the two.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 17:11:49 GMT -5
Segment: The Signing
Credit: A.Starr & Jonny Hughes As we come back to inside the arena, the entire atmosphere has transformed. The ring mat, with its normal blood stains and fade, has been covered by a giant red rug and the apron with red curtains. A single table is in the middle, with two desk chairs other either side. A red carpet leads down the rampway and to the ring. The Alphatron displays the message that tells us what the hell is going on... [/i] ACW Proudly Presents The Official Bloody Valentine Contract Signing of "Merciless" Andrew Starr ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion vs. "The Shooter" Jonny Hughes ACW Entertainment Champion [/b] Oh, ok. A contract signing for the match at Bloody Valentine. Well, Philip is in the ring, I'm sure he will tell us about it [/i] Philip: Friends, Britains, Americans, lend me your ears! Tonight, we present the OFFICIAL signing of the Title Unification match at Bloody Valentine, and to introduce your two competitors, here is the big man himself.... Chairman Gingerdude! No Chance In Hell sounds over the arena speakers, and Gingerdude appears on the entrance ramp. Carrying a clipboard with a pen and paper on it, he walks down to the ring. He climbs up the stairs and waits outside the ropes until Philip walks over and lowers the middle rope for the Chairman. He grabs the mic from Philip and addresses the crowd. [/i] Gingerdude: As Philip already told you, we are here to have the official Bloody Valentine Contract Signing for the highly anticipated "Title Unification Match" between Andrew Starr and Jonny Hughes. This match will be a milestone in ACW history, as well numerous other matches at Bloody Valentine. This will mark the first time that the two individual titles have been combined into one title to form an even grander title. Now, lets get the competitors out here so I can explain rules and get this contract signed! Coming down first, the ORIGINAL ACW Light-Heavyweight Champion... 'Merciless' Andrew Starr! With that, he places the contract on the table and the lights dim as Are You Dead Yet? resonates through the arena. Strobe lights flicker to the beat of the music, and Andrew Starr appears in a single spotlight on the entranceway. He, however, is not in his usual Tshirt and wrestling pants. He is dressed in one of his nicest suits with his title draped over his left shoulder. He stands in the spotlight a few moments before making his walk towards the ring. Much like Ginger, he climbs the steps and waits outside the ropes for Philip to help him in. He gives Philip a slight nod of appreciation before stepping into the ring. Placing the title on his side of the table, Starr unbuttons his jacket, sits in the chair, and puts his feet up on the table in wait of Hughes. [/i] Gingerdude: Ah, Mr. Starr, welcome to the right. Now, introducing his Bloody Valentine opponent... 'The Shooter' Jonny Hughes! Cult of Personality blares out of the speakers as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the rampway. He is also dressed in a finely taylored suit, his title also draped over his shoulder. He enters the ring and places his title opposite of Starr, and takes his seat across from said rival. Starr sits up and puts his palms to the table, glaring menacingly at Hughes, who likewise returns the favour. Things look heated, but a voice comes between them. [/i] Gingerdude: Calm down you two, theres still nine days until you can rip eachother apart. Now, back to the match itself. It will be a straight one on one match. A winner will be decided by Pinfall, Submission, Knockout, Count Out, or Disqualification. And, the wrestler who comes out the victor will be crowned the New Entertainment/LightHeavyweight Champion! As you two can see, there is a contract in front of you. Starr, if you would please get us under way and sign it. Starr obliges by grabbing the pen and signing his name at the bottom of the contract, never taking his eyes off Hughes for more then a second. Once he finishes, he continues to stare at Hughes, who still hasnt reliquished his view on Starr either. [/i] Gingerdude: And Hughes? Hughes nearly repeats Starrs motions exactly, signing his name and keeping focus on Starr. He finishes his name, and not a second later, the scene becomes hectic. The table is overturned, both chairs are knocked on their backs, and both Starr and Hughes are up with jackets off and fists up. Both champions start a move towards eachother before Gingerdude's voice interludes again. Gingerdude: Now hold on a minute you two, before you take swings at eachother, I should emplore you to take a closer look at the contract you both signed. Actually give me a second, where did it go flying to? Ginger moves over to the overturned table and rummages for a moment, looking for the contract. He finally re-emerges with the contract in hand, slightly folded but still in good condition. He rights himself, dusts off a bit, and brings the paper into reading view. [/i] Gingerdude: *AHEM* If you were to take a closer look at the second paragraph here, it says, and I quote, 'Upon signing this contract, all parties involved will abstain from any physical contact until the time of the match in question. Any physical contact, intentional or otherwise, will result in immediate loss of title.' As you can see here, fellas, it would be in both of your best interests to stay away from eachother. I included this little amendment to ensure that this match will happen without a hitch or any other kind of interupton. Now, if you two will exuse me, I have work to get back to in my office. I must bid you both a farewell. And with that, Ginger drops the mic, and No Chance In Hell resonates through the arena again. He dissappears behind the entrance, and his music fades. The cameras return back to Hughes and Starr, who are still face to face in the middle of the now haphazard setup. Only a few feet away from eachother, either man could have taken little effort to launch himself onto the other. This, obviously, had crossed both wreslters minds as they both take a step forward, getting within inches of eachother. They stare intently at eachother, Starr slightly looking up at his opponent, who has the miminalist of advantages in height. Both men flex and unflex, using every ounce of strength not to attack the other. This goes on for seemingly forever until finally the cameras zoom in on Starr and Hughes, still locked in death stares. With that, the scene fades with the smallest margin of space between them, but the thickest brand of tension available. [/i] End Segment
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Post by BK London on Feb 14, 2008 17:15:10 GMT -5
Segment: No name, no gimmicks (Credit: BK London)
It was over now.
Kiley ran through those double doors of the ACW arena, sobbing, but it was probably the best for BK London. Until he married Kiley, every match he won was for himself. Every championship won was for himself. But when he did tie the knot, he soon found himself fighting for his family. Fighting to keep dinner on the table. Fighting to make sure there was a roof over his wife and his kid's head. He loved that he had someone else to fight for but himself, even if he didn't want to admit it. But after the whole Kiley fiasco, he questioned to himself, Who was he going to fight for now Why should he continue wrestling? It was only until he took that trip to Brazil in which he really found the inner competitor in himself. It was like a rebirth of BK London. He discovered that the best competitors don't allow any personal business to affect what happens in the ring. BK London longed to be the best, and in order to be that he had to make a choice. A choice to fight for no one, but himself.
Selfish.
Self-centered.
Greedy.
You can call it anything you want, but to BK London he's got the best advantage in the world. No longer was he held back by the love of his wife and kids. No longer was he vulnerable when enemies strike. He could now focus on everything in the ring, with nothing to lose, and why? Because he lost everything that ever had any sort of meaning to him.
He now possesses the heart of a warrior, a competitor...a champion.
You could see the lust for gold again in his eyes. The blood of a champion flowing through his veins, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity pass by.
Every attempt at the belt he had since losing it on November 2nd 2006, nearly one and a half years ago, had failed become someone stood in his way. Someone intervened in the situation.
On his road to the World Championship at Omega Effect, it was The Senator who stood in the way this time. He managed to input himself into the match due to "faulty" refereeing by BK London on the previous PPV, and it was because of him that he was unable to win the belt.
Then came Heatwave, when of course Adrian Flamingo took him out and cost him the championship he probably would've won.
Now, standing between him and Jake were the very credible contenders - Hunter and Thunderkiss. Two men that are no strangers to the main event scene, who have made a name for themselves by shooting up the ranks in ACW. But with this newfound warrior in BK London, he could care less if the two stood in his way.
He could care less if Yoko Satoshi, Latino, Macho Man RDK, Alicia Laureano - or one of the other major demons stood in his way. His mission was clear, and that was to win the ACW Championship. Nothing else would stand in his way. He lost too much to call himself a loser after Bloody Valentine.
A new BK London has emerged...
Nothing Fabulous.
Not an Ultimate Competitor.
Nowhere close to a Mr. 500%.
No moniker this time.
He was just simply, BK London.
End.
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