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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 16:59:11 GMT -5
Intentions Credit: Jay Zero / Limelight / whoever [/b] As we return from commercial break, we are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Nicholas Savich and Limelight once more. They seem to be returning to their locker room after the confrontation out in the ring with Thunderkiss and Entourage when the dynamic duo decided to interrupt the celebration party. From just down the hall comes Charlotte King, who stops the men. [/center] Charlotte: Hey! Limelight! Nicholas! Limelight continues to walk, but Nicholas gradually decreases his speed before he finally turns his head to the left to look over his shoulder. He sees Charlotte and stops. Limelight takes notice and soon enough he stops and returns towards his manager, adjusting his Heavyweight Title around his waist in the process. Charlotte continues to walk up to the two. [/center][/color] Savich: Well look who it is, Lime! It's our good friend Charlotte King! Charlotte pulls down on her blouse, straightening it as she stops in front of Nick. [/center][/color] Savich: What can I do for you, Miss King? Charlotte: If it wouldn't trouble you, I'd like to have a quick interview. Savich: Hmm ... You see, I didn't schedule any interviews for today Miss King. Charlotte: Please! Just a few questions! He puts his hand on his hip as he considers the favor. He shakes his head a tad bit and then looks up at Limelight. In a quick motion, Nicholas reaches up and pulls his top hat off and places it down against his stomach. [/center] Savich: Make it snappy. Charlotte smiles and then nods. [/center][/color] Charlotte: Great. First off, what was that all about? Down at ringside, that is. Entourage was just trying to celebrate their success at Bloody Valentine, and you come down to squeeze into business that didn't concern you.Savich: Oh, but on the contrary! That business DOES concern me! See, if you haven't realized I have a bone to pick with a few Entourage members. Of course there's always Jay Zero, but the new Entertainment Champion Andrew Starr is already on my bad side because he fooled me into paying him five thousand dollars that went to no good use! Then there's that Alex Richmond! Who does he think he is? Coming out in the middle of a street fight when Limelight is in his zone of concentration! Pft! He deserved more than the one deadly chokeslam that he got! And finally ---- There's that retched, crazed, one eye ... s-s- SEX DEVIANT you call a World Champion, Thunderkiss! These men have all done something to cross my path, so without a doubt in my mind, what they do IS my business! Charlotte: ---Nicholas, you provided reasons why you have issues with both Andrew Starr and Alex Richmond, but you didn't say why Thunderkiss has become a problem with you. Savich: Well didn't I just make it obvious out in the ring?! He has the ACW World Heavyweight Title! That title should be around THIS mans waist! He points to Limelight and slaps him on the chest. [/i][/center] Savich: With Jay Zero out of the picture for now, we had to think of a Plan B. You know, something to keep us busy! So I thought, hey! We're already here! Why not? Let's win the World Title! It never hurts to add something like that onto the resume! Charlotte: Alright, you keep mentioning Jay Zero. I can only help but ask. The tape played earlier and everybody saw what happened last Monday at the hospital. I was there, Limelight was there, and you were there! Now, I know why I was --- but I don't quite know why you were. Savich: Well we told you that on Monday! We came to apologize for injuring him! Charlotte: Alright, I don't think you realize that I've worked in this business for a few years now, and I've had the pleasure of getting to know MANY different types of people. One of these kinds were bullshitters and you Nicholas Savich, are one of them! Nicholas stares at Charlotte, perplexed at what she's saying to him. With his jaw hanging to the floor and mouth wide open for flies and other insects to come right on in to make themselves at home, Nicholas tries to say his side of the story. [/center] Savich: Charlotte! Of all people! Limelight an I truly are sorry! All we wanted was for Jay to just sign my contract and be done with it! We would never hurt him again! But since he said no to me, we had to prove a lesson. If I walked out of the ring at that point, that would have said that I am weak! I am not weak, Charlotte! Charlotte: So you threw him through light bulbs and wood?Savich: Precisely! Charlotte sighs and rolls her eyes. [/center][/color] Charlotte: I still don't believe you. When you tried getting past that doctor, your intentions were more than just giving Jay a get well soon balloon and we all know it!Savich: You know what, Charlotte! Limelight and I are sick and tired of having to listen to you HOUND us like this! We're through with this interview! Good day Miss King! Nicholas puts his top hat back on and swiftly turns around to walk in the opposite direction of her. [/center][/color] Savich: C'mon Lime! Hurry up! Limelight grunts at Charlotte, making her reel back a bit. He turns around and begins to walk a few feet behind Nicholas who eventually turns around to hurry Limelight up. The two begin walking side by side off down the hallway. Charlotte shakes her head, knowing that Nicholas had something maniacal planned. The scene begins to fade out. [/center][/color]
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 16:59:38 GMT -5
Match 3: Jon Taylor vs. Wayde Russler (Credit: Blaine Stone)
This match-up promises to be a clash in styles with the smash-mouth, in-your-face offense that Wayde Russler is known for against the technical, stiff style that Jon Taylor utilizes. Unfortunately for the two combatants, the audience focuses on Bobby-Jo as she gives them a lil' titilating show before exiting the ring, a show that Taylor is enjoying as he licks his thumb and checks out Bobby-Jo, much to Wayde's displeasure. The referee finally sounds the bell, and both men are now all-business. They lock up in the middle of the ring, but Wayde gets the quick advantage by snatching Taylor's and locking in the headlock. We all know that this doesn't last for long at the beginning of the match, and this was no exception because Taylor backs up before pushing Wayde out of the headlock. Wayde bounces off of the ropes and knocks Taylor off his feet with a shoulder tackle. Rolling away from his opponent, Taylor gets on his knees and glares up at Wayde before rising to his feet, rolling his arm and showing that he wasn't impressed with Wayde's skills. Both men circle around the ring before locking up again, but this time, it's Taylor that puts Wayde in a headlock before turning it into a drop toe hold on Waydebefore going in with a ground headlock.. or it started off as a ground headlock until Wayde kneels up, forcing Taylor to rise as well. Wayde waistlocks the self-proclaimed Ultimate Competitor and raising him up before dropping him down with the back suplex!
The early stages of the match-up was surely in Wayde's favor, but Taylor turns things around by luring Wayde into what appears to be a test of strength.. which results in Wayde's legs being bent sideways by a flurry of shin kicks to both sides of the legs. Wayde left himself open by reaching down to soothe his legs, and Taylor took the opening by delivering a crushing Muay Thai-style flying knee strike to the face of Wayde, causing the fans to 'Oooooooh'. One thing's for sure: Wayde wasn't oooh'ing because that knee caused him to crash down to the canvas. Taylor goes for the cover, but he only gets a close nearfall. Looking to inflict more punishment on Wayde, Taylor pulls him up by the hair, but the country boy shows that he still some fight in him by giving Taylor a series of forearm shots to the gut that stun him.. but not for too long courtesy to a kick to Wayde's gut. Immediately, Taylor clutches Wayde by the head and drops him down with the TAYLOR DDT that drives Wayde's head into the canvas! Taylor goes for the cover once again, but like before, he only gets a two-count! Taylor sees that he has to wear down the big man from Tennessee, so he locks on a scissored sleeper hold to try to suck the life out of Wayde.
In the crucial closing point of the match, Bobby-Jo looks on with concern on her face for her cousin before turning to the fans and jumping up to try to get the fans to cheer for Wayde... and seeing how it's Bobby-Jo, the fans begin to chant WAYDE WAYDE WAYDE WAYDE! The referee raises Wayde arm three times, with the arm dropping twice, but the third time, Wayde kept his hand up, mustering up the strength that he needed thanks to the fans. Wayde rises to his feet.. WITH TAYLOR ON HIS BACK!! Wayde backs both men to the corner, but Taylor was surely the one that got the worse of that exchange. Taylor falls down in a seated position in the corner, leaving himself in a prone position and begging for a KEG STAND... which Wayde goes for, running at the turnbuckle and grabbing the top rope, pulling himself vertically before swinging down with the knee.. that get's nothing but turnbuckle because Taylor wisely rolls out of the ring before Wayde executed the move. Rolling back into the ring, Taylor pulls Wayde into the middle of the ring by the leg, lifting it up before delivering a series of rapid-fire kicks to the back of the leg. Not giving up without a fight, Wayde tries to kick Taylor off with his good leg, which did nothing but anger Taylor who then applied the Indian Deathlock, a move that Taylor normally uses to wear down his opponent! Wayde struggles to fight Taylor off, but it was to no avail. Wayde, for the sake of his leg, taps out, and the referee calls for the bell!!
Winner by Submission: Jon Taylor
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:00:11 GMT -5
Segment: Well That Was Easy (Credit: Flamingo)
As Meltdown returned from commercial break, Kevin Anderson was standing outside of Gingerdude’s office with a microphone in hand. Kevin was particularly full of himself tonight as he shifted his weight from foot to foot in his black Brooks Brothers shoes and suit to match (you can save 10% by registering to their website, don’t cha know!). As that oh so familiar red light clicked on, Kevin seized the microphone like his name was Reverend Run.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, once again I, Kevin Anderson, am the first on the scene. Oh yes, while that little hussy Charlotte King is trying to figure out a way to make her breasts protrude even further out of her suit, I’m relentless going after the stories for you, the ACW fans. Behind me is the office door of one Chairman Gingerdude where I have reason to believe the Flamingo family is inside. That’s right, later tonight Adrian Flamingo is having a return bash, but I’m going to make sure you all get a little sample.
Just as Kevin finished speaking, the door behind him opened and Mickey solemnly stepped out. Kevin immediately made a dive for the open door before it closed, but could only get his arm in before being shoved out by whatever security was in the room. Defeated, Kevin huffed and quickly remembered that Mickey Flamingo had just stepped out of Gingerdude’s office and quickly ran to him.
Kevin: Mickey! Boy, am I glad to see you! Hey, Mick, remember that time when I agreed to attack BK for you at Ragnarok? Yeah ,that was a whole lot of fun wasn’t it? Well, I was curious if, as a favor to your ol’ pal Kevin, if you could give me the skinny on what’s going on tonight with Adrian’s return?
Mickey stopped walking and rubbed his mouth his right hand.
Mickey: Kevin, this ain’t a good time for me rite now.
Kevin: Oh come on, Mickey! I got my ass kicked by BK for you, man, throw me a bone here! Is Adrian planning to go after the world title? What about BK, is he going to let BK get away with putting him through a limo?
Mickey: Kevin, no.
Kevin: So, he’s not going to go after the title or is he not going to let BK get away with it? You have to be a little more specific for our fans. Now you know that I know exactly what you’re talking about, but some of our fans are as quick as us.
Mickey: Kevin… jest, no. I ain’t talkin’ to yew rite now.
Kevin: Well, at least tell me where Adrian has been for the past month.
Mickey turned around and grabbed Kevin by his $90 dollar tie and swung him into the cement wall by it. As Kevin pressed himself against the wall as far as he could, Mickey pointed his index finger right on the tip of Kevin’s nose.
Mickey: Kevin… I’m tryin’ to be real nice to yew but if yew ask me one more question, boy, I’ll make that beatin’ BK gave yew look like a gawdamn flu shot!
With that, Mickey let go of Kevin’s tie and continued walking down the hallway. Kevin slowly stepped away from the wall and looked into the camera as he straightened his tie out.
Kevin: Alright, cut that. We’ll shoot another one of just me in front of Gingerdude’s door talking about what’s supposedly happening in there. Tell me when to start.
Cameraman: Uhh… Kevin, we’re live right now.
Kevin’s eyes widened as the scene faded out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:01:21 GMT -5
Segment: "Love is Bliss" Credit: T-Kiss / Lucrezia [Out with the new and in with the old? It appears so in the backwards world known as TK’s life and that’s perfectly okay with him. Laying on the Entourage sofa with a huge grin on his face, he wants to shout and proclaim his joy at the world. However, since Anna is the only one in the room with him, she will have to do.] Thunderkiss: Isn’t this just great?Anna Sommers: Sure. [ - Responds Anna, who is obviously not paying attention as she finds the current issue of Vogue more interesting at the moment.] Thunderkiss: Life simply can't get any better than this. I have my World Title, a child on the way and of course, I have my girl once again under my arm. Anna Sommers: Yep. Thunderkiss: You don’t know how happy I’ve been. I keep expecting the other foot to drop anytime now because it's impossible for one person to be this happy without consequences. I keep trying to tell myself not to dwell on karma, but how could one not? It's like asking a person not to breathe or dream. Do you understand what I mean? Anna Sommers: Uh-huh. Thunderkiss: Anna, you aren’t listening to a single word I’m saying, are you?Anna Sommers: Nope. [Thunderkiss grumbles. He feels like knocking the magazine right out of Anna’s hand but one look at her cuteness and he is back under her spell. Every great man throughout history has had a weakness. Samson’s hair. Achilles’ heel. For Thunderkiss, it is most certainly Anna Sommers.] ~*~ Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you ~*~ [The musical ring tone of Rick Astley’s "Never Gonna Give you Up" plays on TK’s cell, alerting him of an incoming call. Leaning over the coffee table his phone resides upon to read the caller ID, he doesn’t look surprised in the slightest to see who beckons him.] Thunderkiss: It's her again. How many times has she called now? Twenty five? Thirty? Anna Sommers: I could barely stand to return a rented Balenciaga. It's not so easy for girls to part with their beloveds. Thunderkiss: When it's me, can you blame them?Anna Sommers: It's hard to lay the blame on second grade dropouts. Thunderkiss: Doesn’t say much for yourself, huh?[Anna takes her magazine and heaves it at TK’s head. Darting out the way, the magazine misses him by a few inches.] Thunderkiss: I’m sorry. That was very unnecessary.Anna Sommers: I’m sorry too. Thunderkiss: Make up sex? [Anna contemplates this proposal for all of two seconds. She shrugs, flashing TK a charming smile.] Anna Sommers: If you insist. [TK runs at Anna, pulling and tearing his shirt off with every step. With both arms out Anna accepts him and the two collapse onto the couch, giggling like children as our cameras fade out.] [END]
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:02:07 GMT -5
Segment: Never Scared (Credit: BK London)
After walking through the hallways just a bit, BK London finds himself in the gym, working up a sweat as he runs on the treadmill. He keeps an easy pace while he runs, but the one thing is still prominent in his mind: Adrian Flamingo.
He looks down at the timer and sees the clock approaching twenty minutes, and he activates the cool down pace. Slowly and slowly he runs until he's briskly walking, within 30 seconds the treadmill eventually stops - and he slowly steps off. Making sure he doesn't stumble around, he leans up against the wall and inhales deeply - then exhales.
The gym has always been sort of a sanctuary for BK London. When he had a lot of things on his mind, he would usually find himself in the gym, working out while trying to battle his internal conflict. And judging by his physique, he's had quite of a bit of conflicts with himself. BK London made his way over towards the towel rack, and without looking hoped to grab a towel. But quickly it is snatched away from his grasp. He looks over at the man at the other end of the towel, and it's none other than Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Looks like you've came up short again, huh BK?
He chuckles to himself while BK London doesn't find the joke very amusing.
Kevin: Now excuse me BK London, I have a very strict regimen to follow, you don't get a body like this by just standing around.
BK now takes a good look at Kevin Anderson, who's sporting a tanktop and a pair of basketball shorts. He doesn't have an inch of muscle on him. A scrawny, pale, and weak individual he is.
After BK continues surveying the sad looking specimen, he continues to stay quiet and walks past the male interviewer. He makes his way over to the cooler where he picks up an ice cold bottle of water. As he guzzles it down, Kevin shows up right behind him to bug him once more.
Kevin: Oh, what's wrong BK? Cat got your tongue? Awww...I think someone's a little depressed. Maybe because ONCE AGAIN they couldn't get the job done and win a third ACW Heavyweight Championship - I mean how many opportunities have you had since you lost it two years ago? You've had three and you've choked on each one of them.
You'd think the words of Kevin would begin to get to BK London, but it's exactly the opposite. BK continues to pay Kevin no mind, and actually finishes the bottle of water right in front of him. BK makes his way over to his sports bag he sent down on the bench in the locker room, and now Kevin appears once more. Leaning against one of the lockers, he continnues to insult BK London.
Kevin: Oh it isn't that? Maybe it's the fact that Adrian Flamingo is returning tonight....yeaaah, that's the reason huh? I mean you did push him off a 20 foot production truck down through a car, so he does have quite a bit of a grudge against you. Maybe that's why you haven't spoken tonight, huh? Because your scaaared of Flamingo? Huh? You know that when he steps into that ring tonight, when he returns to ACW, your gonna be in a whole lot of trouble. It's so obvious now, your SCA-
BK's arm almost instantly grabs the scrawny interviewer by his throat, making him choke on his last few words before drawing him closer. The two are about face to face now, the nervious sweat of Kevin can be seen trickling down his forehead. His expression simply displays one emotion: Fear.
BK London: You want to talk so much, huh? You tell your little buddies Adrian and Mickey, that tonight, I'm going down to that ring and face them ONE LAST TIME - got it? The buck stops here, and the buck stops TONIGHT!
BK releases Kevin Anderson, throwing him up against the doors of the locker. BK grabs his sports bag and throws it over his shoulder before exiting the scene. Kevin can be seen gasping for air while he holds his throat just as we fade out.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:03:54 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Jonny Hughes)
It’s Stable versus Stable in the umpteenth Jonny Hughes versus Jason Freeman match-up, the pair have faced off a number of times and the record is about even so this match will give the winner the bragging rights between these two highly competitive people.
The match starts of with some simple chain wrestling which Jonny Hughes comes out on top of by countering a Freeman hiptoss attempt into an early attempt at the Hughes Special in the centre of the ring. Freeman quickly spots the danger this move poses and struggles towards the ropes in order to break the hold. Hughes releases the hold and quickly drags Freeman to his feet and takes him down with a quick snapmare after which he quickly locks Freeman into a Reverse Chinlock in the centre of the ring. Freeman struggles in the hold and tries to swivel and pivot his body in order to get to a vertical base to counter the move, he manages to get to his knees and works his way up to his feet, he delivers a few short, sharp elbows to the midsection of Hughes to force his stablemate to break the hold before quickly executing his knee facebuster into swinging neckbreaker combo.
Freeman hoists Hughes up into the air and hits his Falling Vertical Suplex Slam, giving a nod in the direction of the late great Bruiser Brody in the process, and quickly goes for the cover.
ONE..
TWO..
Kickout
Freeman drags Hughes up to his feet and lifts him in the air for his Inverted Fireman’s Carry Pancake but Hughes manages to wriggle his way off the shoulders of Freeman before charging off the ropes in front of him only to be hit in the face by the boot of Freeman after a his Running Jump Bicycle Kick, Freeman wastes little time and drags Hughes to his feet before hitting his Glory Driver and covering him with a lateral press.
ONE..
TWO..
THR-Kickout
Freeman drags Hughes up to a vertical base and hooks both of his arms, he lifts him in the air for a Double Underhook Backbreaker but Hughes manages to slide over the shoulders of Freeman and land behind him, Hughes roars and hits Freeman in the face with his Roaring Elbow before quickly lifting him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, he quickly rolls Freeman over his shoulders before hitting a quick doublestomp after which he charges off the ropes and hits a quick diving Back Senton. Hughes wastes no time and quickly drags Freeman to his feet and quickly locks in a hammerlock before hoisting him up and hitting a modified Showpiece, however Freeman counters the reverse STO by elbowing Hughes in the side of the head he quickly kicks Hughes in the midsection and once again goes for the Double Underhook Backbreaker, he manages to lift Hughes into the air and almost hits the backbreaker but ‘The Shooter’ manages to free one of his arms and reverses the hold into an armdrag that he quickly follows up with the Hughes Special which Freeman has no answer to and taps out in the centre of the ring.
Meltdown Winner by Submission: Jonny Hughes
Fade
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:04:18 GMT -5
Redemption (Credit: Jake Cheng and Michael)
Noon.
It always is the hardest span of time, for any kind of athlete. That week where you have way to much time on your hands to find every detail of what went wrong. You contemplate why you still do this, even though you know the feeling will pass. Or it will have to pass, because you have to get back in the ring.
Kirsten: Jake, let’s go. We have a long drive to the arena.
Jake: I’m not going.
Kirsten: Very funny
Kirsten tosses a shirt and some track pants onto Jake.
Kirsten: Get dressed
Jake sits up in his bed to see his already-dressed girlfriend, Kirsten Carter waiting for him. He rubs his eyes and then looks back at her. Nope, still waiting for him.
Jake: C’mon, a day off isn’t a bad idea. You could rest your neck.
Oh right, Kirsten suffered some neck-straining injury at Bloody Valentine when she took a baseball slide and landed wrong. So now, she just has to wear a brace for week or so.
Kirsten: I'm not getting paid to rest. And you have to get ready for your match
Jake: Wha? I have a match.
Kirsten: Um, yeah, Scooby-Doo. It's against Fallen Souls, remember?
Jake: Hmm...fine, give me a minute.
Fade Out.
12:42 PM
Fade In.
A black Nissan 350Z merges onto the highway, the former ACW World Champion driving as Kirsten stares out the window. They sit in silence.
Kirsten: Goddamn, is this car old. Where are the horses that are supposed to pull this thing?
Jake: I got it when I moved out to California before I joined GFWWE. About four plus years ago.
Kirsten: Seems like a long time.
Jake: Yeah, it seems like ages ago. Is your neck feeling better?
Kirsten: Yes, Dr. Mc-Not-So-Dreamy. Let's get driving already.
She looked back out the window, a gives a little sigh. Jake looks over quickly, before focusing back on the road. He puts his hand on her shoulder and she grabs his hand with her right hand.
Jake: What up?
Another heaving sigh from Kirsten.
Kirsten: Nick "I can walk on water, but I still don't know how to parallel park" Durden decided to give me a call the other day. You probably know by now what he had to say.
Jake: Can’t be worse than the other stuff.
Kirsten: He was just talking about how it was selfish of you not to protect me. But what else exactly were you supposed to do? It was a match for the freakin' World Championship. How could anyone have expected you not to be invested in it 500%? No pun intended. Honestly, if Nick had that kind of focus during his career, he might've had the title. I already know how important I am to you, I don't need you to play Prince Charming all the time to prove that.
Jake: That's good to know.
Kirsten smiles brightly.
Kirsten: And I asked him whether his mind was always so fixed on Renix when she was at ringside.
Jake: And?
Kirsten: He hung up because I said her name. Typical of him, the big baby.
Jake: Poor guy.
Kirsten: Oh please. If the man had any balls at all, he'd be over it by now. He's moped on this thing so long, he could write an entire album for Plain White T's.
Jake: Uh...yeah.
A little bit of silence as Jake drives just a bit more.
Jake: Oh, look, we're here.
Kirsten smiles again and rolls her eyes.
Kirsten: Right, but you also sped, you followed too closely, you ran a stop sign, you almost hit a Chevy, you sped some more, you failed to yield at a crosswalk, you changed lanes at the intersection, you changed lanes without signaling while running a red light and speeding!
Jake: All in a days work.
Kirsten: Even though you still have a match to wrestle.
Jake: The second place champion has nothing on me.
Jake drives down into the parking lot underneath the arena as the scene fades out. The former Champion’s spirit can not be broken, especially not in the face of the next chance. And who knows, maybe he will even be on top once again...
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:05:16 GMT -5
Segment: “Fallout SUCKS!” Credit: Mainer, T-Train & T-Kiss [Near the conclusion of our commercial break ...] “Fast” Eddie Edison: So what do you want to get after the show? I was thinking Itallian. Maxwell McNally: That’s what we had last Thursday. I am in the mood for Asian. “Fast” Eddie Edison: I could go for a little Mei-Feng myself ... If you know what I mean! [Maxwell groans.] Maxwell McNally: We’ll talk about it later. We are back in five ... four .... Pardon the interruption! Maxwell McNally: The hell? [Taken by surprised by the booming voice, it only takes a fraction of a second for the announce team to realize who is making this unscheduled interruption.] Thunderkiss: Excuse me, I am World Champion now. I can come out and stop the show whenever I see fit. Somebody get a camera on me.[Meltdown returns back to the airwaves with an of Thunderkiss making haste toward the ring, microphone in hand.] Thunderkiss: Hey ... do you guys really want to know why I’m wrestling on Fallout this Friday? Its because they can’t get ratings with their OWN TALENT! They get one guy, who was an ACW failure by the way, to sucker me into a match with him just so they can draw a big enough gate to keep their shit hole going for another month. That’s sad. I pity them, seriously. [Thunderkiss reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a Kleenex. He then proceeds to wipe away fake tears of pity from his face while trying to contain his laughter.] Thunderkiss: You know, I really didn’t care one way or another if Fallout was back on the air until just recently. A month ago, I got a call from a guy who happens to be the manager of a local Burger King. He told me that once Fallout came back on the air, he lost almost 90% of his staff to Biff Taylor. This poor man almost watched his business go under because he could not find qualified workers to come in and replace those who left. And the madness didn’t end with this phone call, oh no. Soon Pizza Hut and even the local dish washing union phoned me with their concerns about this matter. These people BEGGED me to go over and somehow try to stop Taylor from filling his roster with all the island’s best restaurant workers. *Laughter* Thunderkiss: Why are you people laughing? This is serious business! Have you tried to order something from Taco Bell down the street? It takes 20 minutes to get your order because El Froggy Mask is back across the street leaping all over a ring held together with duct tape and bubblegum![While the majority of the crowd laughs until their sides hurt, a small but vocal group of people a few rows back begin booing loudly. Ignoring them at first, TK does a 180 towards them the moment one of them tosses a full cup of soda at his head.] Thunderkiss: Oh look, a few Fallout fans are in attendance tonight. So tell me, how did you guys get a hold of tickets? I’m just curious because ACW charges at least triple than what Fallout does and considering none of you have a job, something is most definitely wrong here. Did your mothers buy you those tickets for you? No?[Thunderkiss leaps out of the ring to approach the Fallout section. Before he can incite them further, a disturbing shriek comes from over his shoulder causing all the attention in the building to be redirected towards its source.] EEEEEEEEEEIKKKKKKKKKKK!! Thunderkiss: What the - ?! Oh SHIT![Thunderkiss points to the entranceway where two very large men in rat costumes run down the ramp way and begin pestering the fans.] Rat one (Danny Mainer): WAHAHAHA! IT’S THE KOC here in the house! King of Cheese tearing down your walls and harvesting your souls with my FAAAANGS! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!Rat two (Thunder Train): THE RAT ALWAYS WANTS SOME CHEESE! And being from Fallout, I obviously don't get enough because they can't afford it!Thunderkiss: Fallout’s giant rats have made their way over here! Run for your lives! Something needs to be done about this! Someone call the health inspector! We must get their basketball court shut down in the name of public safety! [The craziness of “production” continues to put the ACW faithful in stitches and establishes a sense of pride and community amongst its fans. Soon, the Fallout fan section begins to get booed as they continue to show objection towards TK’s antics.] ACW fans *chanting*: KICK-THEM-OUT! KICK-THEM-OUT! KICK-THEM-OUT! Thunderkiss: Kick them out?! Now come on folks, you can’t blame these guys for their envy of our great company and show. I mean, if you watched crummy wrestling all the time like them, you’d probably be jealous too. So lets be the bigger man tonight and allow them the pleasure of being able to watch a wrestling event in a building that has indoor plumbing and no basketball rims on the sides.Wooooooooooooosh! ~!~POP~!~ [And just like that, the fun is over. The Fallout section once again takes aim at TK’s head and this time they connect. Covered in beer, Thunderkiss turns 5 shades of red and explodes in anger!] Thunderkiss: That’s it! Train! Grab that punk! [Thunder Train leaps out into the audience and yanks the offending fan from his seat. Pulling him by his arm, the young fan doesn’t stand a chance against the power of the Train. Thrown over the guardrail and into the ring against his will, the fan tries to get to his feet but Mainer grabs him by his hair and restrains him near Thunderkiss’ feet.] Danny Mainer: Where the fuck do you think you’re going Fallout Freak?Thunderkiss: So you think that was funny? You think you can just throw things at me because you’re a fan, right? Wrestlers aren’t supposed to touch the fans, right?[With a sadistic look on his face, Thunderkiss reaches down and grips the man by his chin with his thumb and forefinger.] Thunderkiss: WRONG. [Moving his other hands across the fan’s face, TK slaps on the Countdown to Extinction! The iron claw almost pulls the young man’s skin right off his skull and his shrieks of agony echo throughout the arena. Many turn away from the ring disturbed.] Maxwell McNally: Oh what a big man! Assaulting a fan no less! [Seeing blood begin to poor from the fan’s eyes, Danny grabs TK’s hand and yanks it off of him. Mainer pushes TK back and tries to calm him down, an seemingly impossible task when TK reaches his boiling point. It finally takes the help of Thunder Train to quell Thunderkiss’ anger. To avoid further embarrassment over this incident, the production truck quickly cuts to another commercial until order is restored.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:06:13 GMT -5
"The Decision" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
As the show returns from the break, the lights dim out. "Blind" blares through the in-house speakers as green lights shine all throughout the arena. The fans jump to their feet as Rattlesnake appears on the entrance ramp underneath the AlphaTron with the Snakequalizer in his hand. He appears to have a calm demeanor, but a somber look crosses his face. He walks down the ramp as the fans chant "Rat-tle-snake! Rat-tle-snake!" He grins, but only for a second. As he reaches the ring, the arena lights turn white and light up the arena once again. He climbs into the ring and stands in the middle.
As he looks around, the fans chant never lets up. In fact, it gets louder and louder as each second passes. Louder and louder to the point where it can deafen nearly anyone. Rattlesnake nods in appreciation.
He raises his hand to signal to the crowd of fans that he wishes to speak. Slowly, the crowd dies down to a whisper.
Rattlesnake: I stand here with a lot to explain. It's not easy to do something like this, so please bear with me until I'm finished.
With a slight pause, Rattlesnake takes a breath.
Rattlesnake: I want to give my gratitude to everyone that's supported me in my career here in ACW. I've burned some bridges. I've made alliances and strayed away from others. Did I always make the right choices? Not even I know the answer to that.
Rattlesnake walks over to one of the turnbuckles and props himself against it.
Rattlesnake: I do have certain regrets which will make more sense after I get one thing off of my chest.
Rattlesnake hesitates as if he knows what he's going to say isn't going to go over well.
Rattlesnake: I've had a lot of things happen in my life. Some good, some bad. In recent months, it's all been downhill. I've been fighting a lot to keep up a high morale amongst the people that know me best, but that's been a losing battle. I don't want to go into anything specific as it's all my own personal business. I'm sure you'll understand. However, it seems that the biggest losing battle will be this one. The one where my future here in ACW is determined. This is one battle I just cannot fight and it is with a heavy heart that I officially accept what I know is right. My tenure in ACW has come to an end.
The looks of all the fans just turn to disappointment. Rattlesnake looks disapponted too, but he knows he has to make that decision himself no matter how much it sucks.
Rattlesnake: My biggest regret is never becoming the ACW World Champion. I had two opportunities and failed both times. It's frustrating never knowing if I could have been lucky enough to win that title and it'll have to remain a mystery. Nothing will ever be known now and that's the one thing that hurts most about my decision. I'll never know if I was truly one of the best.
Rattlesnake walks over to the center of the ring.
Rattlesnake: And now the final thing I'll ever do in an ACW ring.
With a heavy sigh, Rattlesnake places the Snakequalizer on the canvas.
Rattlesnake: Farewell. Hopefully our paths will cross once more.
Rattlesnake places the mic next to the Snakequalizer and exits the ring. The fans start another "Rat-tle-snake!" chant as he walks by. The chant continues as Rattlesnake reaches the top of the ramp. He turns around to look at the sea of fans once more before he exits to the back. Meanwhile, the chant continues well into the fade out.
Fade
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:07:36 GMT -5
Segment: Blaine Stone Welcomes you to the Roundtable! (Credit: Blaine Stone)
The scene that is shown is quite the unique one. We open up in a rather large room with architect that looks akin to gothic-style dining rooms, with an exquisite marble-top roundtable in the middle of the room. Sitting down at the table in a throne-like chair made of mahogany is none other than Blaine Stone. Behind him is a vast painting of himself riding atop of a white horse in a similar pose to that of the famous Napoleon Bonaparte painting. The room is devoid of any other people besides the blonde-haired grappler, who chose to wear a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, matching slacks, and sunglasses despite being in a dimly lit room.
Blaine Stone: Come with me, my children. Open your minds, and be awakened by the Paragon of Perfection. Welcome, o' faithful ones, to the Roundtable. This is your weekly dose of wisdom by none other than the Epitome of Excellence, your savior.. Blaine Stone. Bloody Valentine last week marked the beginning of a new era.. It marked the dawn of a new chapter in the life of ACW, for it marked my first appearance in ACW. What, were you expecting me to praise that buffoon of an ACW Heavyweight Champion, Thunderkiss? Speaking of him, the Week of Thunderkiss has officially begun.
Footage of Thunderkiss in his various media appearances shows up on the camera as Blaine's tone changes to that of disgust, obviously bothered by the fact that Thunderkiss is appearing on all of these television shows.
Stone: The newly-crowned champion began a media frenzy, appearing on wastes of airtime such as NBC's Tonight Show with Jay Leno, Jimmy Kimmel LIVE, and Late Night with Conan O'Brien.. Thunderkiss, selling out faster than the iPhone. Expect Thunderkiss in Paradise to come out soon.. straight to video.
The scene finally returns to a more pleasing sight on the eyes, Blaine as he runs his fingers through his golden locks and gives the camera a small smile.
Don't you fret, my children, for you do not have to follow this walking pile of excrement, for you know have a man that will lead you to the promise land, a man that you do not have to feel ashamed to cheer for, Blaine Stone. Bloody Valentine also marked the retirement of none other than the renowned femme fatale Alicia Laureano, no doubt conveniently choosing to make her departure to give way to the emergence of yours truly. A wise woman indeed. I applaud her for her intellect. Another that I also applaud is none other than 'The Shooter' Jon Taylor.
Video of Taylor's exploits in ACW plays for a brief moment before the scene returns back to the roundtable with Blaine.
Stone: He goes one on one with Wayde Russler, and I have no doubt that Taylor's technical ability will insure him the victory over that bumbling drunkard. Wayde Russler, taking such great pride in something as shameful as being the biggest drunk in town. He likes to say that everything is better with a beer in your hand.. Well, Russler, prepare to drink your sorrows away when you are defeated by a superior athlete. Jon Taylor's victory will be an easy one. Surely, if he comes under my tutelage, he will become a champion in no time.. until it is time for me to unify the titles to become the first ever ACW Heavylight Intertainment Champion of the Universe. Saving the best for last, Jin will finally reach nirvana when he steps into the ring with none other than me, Blaine Stone. You're known as 'The Silent Assassin'.. stiff, precise, and quick to execute your target.. Well, I can assure you that you won't be silent when your body is writhed in agony. I will show you what happens when you step into the ring with a god, but I am a compassionate man.. Lay down on your back, and I will make this as painless as possible.. Resist, and you will fully experience pain unimaginable.. Regardless of your choice, when you wake up.. if you wake up, that is.. you will be enlightened.. You will come to grips with the fact that you have been defeated by one than has ascended beyond the mere boundaries of man, but let the beating humble you... then submit yourself to my will, and acknowledge me as your savior.. Then, you will be awakened as a new man, Jin, and that, my friend, is written in Stone..
Telemarketer: To reach a higher plane of existence, call 1 800 17 LIGHT (54448) and send your donations to The Temple of the Golden Order. 1320-143 Carling Avenue; Ottawa, ON -K1Z 8N8. Remember, to gain, anything in this world, one must make sacrifices.. So sacrifice your money today..
For good measure, the number and the address flashes on the bottom of the screen in bold, golden letters as Blaine smirks for the camera.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:08:08 GMT -5
"Who?" (Credit: Anonymous)
So you now know that Fallen Heroes is the date I appear. I bet the curiosity has got to be getting to you now. It wouldn't surprise me either. I probably have your attention now.
So what is it that I intend to do? I intend to make a name for myself. I'm going to do something that everyone will be talking about for a long time. Whether or not you talk about it makes no difference to me.
I do, however, have it all planned out. My motives are just. My reasoning is ideal. My actions are absolute. My consequences will be plentiful.
I'm coming for you. You should know who you are. If you don't, then that's just sad.
Who am I? Whom am I after? The answers to these two questions will be answered soon enough.
So have you any ideas yet? Keep questioning. Keep guessing. The time for everything is vastly approaching.
Think you're prepared? I think not. At Fallen Heroes, I will come and ACW will not be the same.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:09:11 GMT -5
Segment: “Bloody Dildo” Credit: Black & White / T-Kiss It's been a long night for the new champ and we fade in to see Thunderkiss heading back to his locker room, title around his waist. He's clearly tired, after having dealt with Jason Freeman, Limelight and rowdy fans tonight, and would welcome the rest. He walks around the corner, heading towards his locker room when he sees William Charles Wilcox and Leeroy Jenkins stood outside.Thunderkiss: Hey! What’s up? What’s with weird look you are both giving me?Neither men say anything, they instead simply step aside, where there's a small present, wrapped in pink wrapping paper and green ribbon.Thunderkiss: A gift? For me? Awww, you shouldn’t have!Wilcox and Jenkins look at each other nervously, and Jenkins gulps, before splurting out his words.Jenkins: Read the tag on it. He picks the present up, and TK cautiously but curiously looks at the tag. He reads it out loud.Thunderkiss: "Hello 'babe'."He pauses, looking up at the ceiling.Thunderkiss: Is this man never going to leave me alone?! How hard is it to stop a guy from following me? How hard, huh!? HUH?! Since three men can’t seem to get the job done, pretty damn fucking hard I take it!He shakes his head, as he reads on.TK: "I saw you win your match at Bloody Valentine. I saw how you destroyed BK, Jake and Hunter, and you wouldn't believe how much it turned me on. Watching you hit 500%, that's what my pants hit as you got the three-count. I can't wait to get my hands on you."... Thunderkiss: Why don’t I call one of those CSI TV guys to track this guy down?! They obviously couldn’t do any worse than you guys are doing right now. WCW: TK, read the other side. He turns the tag around, and his eyes widen as he reads it.Thunderkiss: "I know Valentine's Day was 2 weeks ago, but you have some really touchy security! I had to hand-deliver this myself....ps, it's still fresh..."Thunderkiss: Fresh?! Oh dear God what is this?"Love, Black and White" Thunderkiss: This better not be his castrated testicles ....TK looks at the box, and begins opening it. Wilcox and Jenkins look on in anticipation to know what the present is, as TK throws the wrapping on the floor, leaving a cardboard box. TK opens up the present, and almost instantly drops it on the floor. Jenkins peers in, and is almost sick, covering his mouth and looking away in horror.WCW: In all my days as an agent...ugh! That's revolting! Thunderkiss *gagging*: Oh fuck no. FUCK. NO. Oh God, GET IT AWAY FROM ME!Not for the first time, the Black and White stalker has Thunderkiss lost for words, and the only sound that can be heard are the retching sounds of Jenkins being sick off-camera. The camera turns down to the box, to reveal what has horrified the three men so much. It zooms in to reveal an item, light-blue in color, as Thunderkiss finally blurts something else.Thunderkiss *vomiting*: Gaghaha....WCW: Get that thing outta here! I said get it out! WCW looks over at a crew memberWCW: You! Get security here! Hell, get forensics experts in here! This sick monster is not getting away with this! As Jenkins continues to be sick, a large amount of security guards swarm the area, as WCW and Thunderkiss move to one side.Thunderkiss: I did nothing to deserve this. Please Willy, do something. Why won’t he let me be? WHY WON’T HE LET ME ALONE? WHY? WCW: No need to worry, TK! I'll get my best men on the case. As security guards begin to disperse in hope of finding the mystery stalker, TK, WCW and Jenkins are left in the hallway, very much traumatized by the mystery sicko.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:10:01 GMT -5
Match 5: Fallen Souls vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: BK London) As the match starts off Jake is anxious to get it on, quickly wanting to avenge his loss against Thunderkiss last Saturday at Bloody Valentine. The pair locks up in the center of the ring and it’s Jake who managed to lock on a side headlock for the first move of the match. After a few counters, Jake manages to get FSX down on his shoulders with a headlock takedown. RAF makes the count, but the International Champion JUST manages to get his shoulder back up from the mat. He begins to rise and he pushes Jake into the ropes, and as Jake comes off – he’s floored with a stiff boot to the head. FSX quickly makes the cover, but Jake manages to get his shoulder up before the count of three and FSX’s onslaught continues. Picking him up, he delivers a few blows to his cranium before he tosses him in the corner. A hard chop by the Senatorial member echoes throughout the arena and the crowd responds with a resounding Woo. FSX whips Jake across the ring into the opposing corner, and as Jake bounces out – he’s taken down with a clothesline. Jake gets up and receives another. And then gets up and receives another. Third time Jake gets up, he can hardly tell where he’s at and he’s eventually clotheslined over the top by FSX. As Jake hits the ground, FSX gets quite a bit of a pop from the crowd. Jake rises up from the ground below and once he sees FSX up and still ready to go at it in the ring, he decides that he’s done with this match. Walking up the ramp, he receives a chorus of boos from the crowd and RAF now begins to count. FSX slips out of the ring and attempts to catch Jake at the top of the ramp, but Jake surprises him with a right hand right to the jaw. Cold cocked, FSX falls straight down on his back before being kicked in the abdomen. The stiff kick sends FSX rolling down the steel ramp right back to ringside, and Jake capitalizes by throwing FSX shoulder first into the steel steps. The former World Champion rolls back into the ring and awaits FSX to arise back on his accord, if he can. RAF is at the seven count, and FSX begins to muster up to his feet while holding his left arm and he manages to make it in the ring by 9. But as quickly as he makes it in the ring, Jake goes to work on the injured body part. After a few minutes, and three single arm DDTs later, it looks like Jake has this match in the bag. He sets up FSX for the Second Heartbeat, waiting for him to rise up, but as he goes for it FSX manages to duck under it and roll up Jake. It’s almost a three count, but Jake manages to kick out and the crowd can’t believe it. Both men get up simultaneously and it’s FSX who makes the first move. He attempts to clothesline Jake with his good arm, but Jake ducks and scores with a roundhouse kick to FSX’s bad arm. Screaming in pain, FSX doubles over and now Jake picks him up and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. As FSX comes out of the turnbuckle, Jake looks to lock on the Chop Suey – and he does – but FSX quickly gets to the ropes. Jake is forced to release the hold and he’s not exactly a happy camper about that. Jake turns his attention from RAF and back to FSX where he picks him up. FSX quickly attempts to roll up Jake in an Inside Cradle, but Jake kicks out. Both men get up and FSX takes down the legs of Jake and scores with a Jacknife Pin. Jake kicks out once more and both men quickly rise to their feet. It’s now Jake who attempts a school boy, but FSX makes a 270 degree turns and sits on the chest of Jake before hooking one of his legs with his good arms. Jake manages to kick out once more. Both get up at the same time and as Jake approaches FSX, FSX quickly hoists him up on his shoulders – enduring the pain from his injured arm – and scoring with a somewhat sloppy Soul Transfer. It’s however enough to finish off Jake, as FSX covers him for the one, two, three, handing Jake is 100th loss. Sorry Jake.
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Post by BK London on Feb 28, 2008 17:12:13 GMT -5
Segment: Flamingo's Farewell? (Credit: Flamingo/BK London)
As Meltdown returned from commercial, the ring crew was scurrying like ants in preparation of what was being promoted as Adrian Flamingo’s triumphant return. The camera panned around the arena and focused on a few of the more creative fan-made signs as they started taking down the ring ropes on the side of the ring that faced the entrance ramp. Speaking of the entrance ramp, during the break the crew had brought in a large, elevated runway that made the top of the entrance ramp level with the ring apron. After zooming in on a sign that said “Welcome Back, Addie!” the camera cut to Max and Eddie at the commentary booth.
McNally: Ladies and gentlemen, we are mere moments away from the highly anticipated return of Adrian Flamingo. As you may’ve noticed, the ring crew is working very hard to comply with the special ring requests that the Flamingo family filed with ACW management.
Edison: Jeeze, Max, you sound like you’re commentating on a golf game or something. Loosen up! Obviously tonight Adrian Flamingo is coming back in style and it’s going to be a hell of a party. McNally: I’m plenty loose right now, Eddie, as if that were any of your concern. I’m more concerned with what Adrian’s uncle, Mickey, said Saturday night at Bloody Valentine. “Not the Adrian we know and love?” I have a bad feeling about this.
Edison: Well, Max, in a few moments you’ll be up to your neck with confetti and balloons and coping with your new-found deafness due to the amount of pyro that’ll go off to care what Mickey had to say!
The camera cut back to the ring just as Phillip Jones took his place in the center. The arena started to build in anticipation as the ringside time keeper handed Jones a working microphone.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, would you please stand and welcome back ADRIAN FLAAAAAMIIIIINGOOOOOOO!
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO DARKNESS!
A resounding sea of boos and other various sounds of displeasure flowed from the fans in the arena like a tidal wave slamming into a beach as the opening riffs of “Hello” by the Rollins Band blared over the PA. Soon, the black curtain was lifted from the top of the entrance ramp, and out came the man who put BK London on the shelf for months, cost Wyvern his ACW title reign, and who many said was destined for an ACW title reign… Adrian Flamingo… in a wheelchair. Edison: What the heck…
McNally: Flamingo is in a wheelchair?
Within seconds of Mickey pushing Adrian to the top of the entrance ramp, a hush fell over the crowd. It was as if all the air had been sucked out of the ACW Arena and the fans were left gasping for breath. Adrian forced a smile at the fans and awkwardly attempted to wave out at the audience. Mickey stood behind him, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he pushed his nephew down the runway into the ring. Both men were wearing a modest pair of jeans and black Adrian Flamingo shirts, and their faces both told a story of absolute hell. As they approached the ring, Mickey stopped Adrian in the center and Phillip handed the microphone down to the former “Astonishing One”. Adrian forced another smile and nodded his head as Phillip shook his hand and made his exit. Flamingo raised the microphone up to his mouth and faked one more smile to the hard camera.
Adrian Flamingo: Hello, ACW wrestling fans. It’s been a while since you saw me here last but, trust me, it’s felt even longer for me. I’m not going to waste your time out here tonight, folks. In fact, if it wasn’t for the kindness of Chairman Gingerdude, you probably wouldn’t see me out here. I’m going to cut to the chase, on January 17th my life unexpectedly changed. Three days before that, I was at an all time high for the most part. I had just celebrated another birthday and sure, BK London firmly let me know that he had my number, but I thought I could take him. Accidents happen, folks, and that’s what happened on January 17th. When BK and I were brawling on top of the production truck, never once did I think of the worst case scenario. I take that back, I was thinking of A worst case scenario, just not THE worst case scenario. To me, the worst thing that could happen would be BK one-upping me again before our Pay-Per View match. Well, a couple of chair shots and a drop later, here I am. The doctors informed me that when I hit the limousine roof, a jagged piece of the roof damaged my spine. To make a long story short, the doctors say shattered bits of bone from my vertebrae sliced into my spinal cord and gave me a mild form of paraplegia. Basically, I can walk for short periods of time, but for the most part, I’m confined to this wheelchair.
Adrian paused for a moment as his uncle placed his hand on his shoulder. The crowd was still dead silent and the camera caught the faces of a few crowd members who were visibly upset. Adrian lifted the microphone back up to his mouth.
Adrian Flamingo: To put it bluntly, my career in ACW is over… my career in wrestling is over.
HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN!
Adrian, Mickey, and every other person in attendances’ heads whipped around to the entrance ramp as BK London stood skeptically. With a look of solid disbelief on his face, BK walked down the entrance runway shaking his head. As he entered the ring, Mickey immediately went on the defensive as he stepped between BK and his paralyzed nephew with his fists clenched.
BK London: Mickey, sit your five dollar ass down before I make some change!
Mickey doesn't quite know how to respond to such a threat like that, he's more baffled than anything. Nonetheless, he stands his ground.
BK London: You know? I was originally going to come out here to finally settle the score, finally finish this never ending rivalry so I can get back on track here in ACW. But, I come out and I....I see this? Who are you trying to fool here Flamingo? Huh?
Adrian smiled up at BK and raised his own microphone back up.
Adrian Flamingo: Mickey, its okay. I wanted him to come out. BK, I wanted you to come out. In fact, Gingerdude wanted to set up security guards around the ring to prevent you from coming back, because I want you out here, man. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry, man. I don’t blame you for what happened. It’s my fault that I’m in this chair, BK… it’s always been my fault. I should’ve never started this war back at Heatwave, and I’m sor…
BK: - oh please save the apology for someone who cares. You don't fool me Flamingo. You see, I look into those cold blue eyes of yours, and I don't see a man who has been disabled. I don't see a man who's broken down emotionally because he has had his career taken away. I see the same ol' Adrian Flamingo. The cold-blooded, backstabbing, son of a BITCH! So right now, I'm going to show the entire world what a liar you are!
Edison: He’s not really going to force Adrian to stand up, is he? Max, I know BK is skeptical, but come on! There are just some things you don’t do!
BK steps closer to Adrian and Mickey immediately stepped in front of BK, but was immediately laid out by BK with a massive right hand. Adrian held out his hands defensively to try to keep BK away, but when you confined to a wheelchair there is only so much you can do. BK pushed past Adrian’s hands and placed both hands firmly on the handles of the wheelchair and looked out into the crowd. Most of the fans were still stunned by Adrian’s announcement, some were pleading with him not to do it, but ACW’s blood marks cheered him on.
McNally: BK, don’t do it! If he’s wrong about Adrian lord only knows the backlash he’ll receive from this.
BK flashed a smiled as he flipped Adrian’s chair over, dumping him out of the seat and onto the ring apron. Adrian covered his head with both of his arms to prevent BK from continuing his assault as all the air in the arena was sucked out again. Mickey crawled over to Adrian’s body and laid himself over it as some sort of a shield. As BK was set to advance on the Flamingos once more, the ACW security team ascended on the ring like a plague, tackling BK to the ground and restraining the former world champion as he struggled to get away from them.
Edison: Oh my god… BK London just dumped a paraplegic out of his wheelchair!
As the cameras faded out, four security guards were dragging a very pissed off, very vocal BK London back up the entrance ramp while another two guards helped Mickey ease his nephew back into his chair.
Another twist in the BK London/Adrian Flamingo has been revealed tonight.
Is Flamingo really disabled? Or is this all a hoax?
The fire between Flamingo and BK London has been rekindled once again, and it looks like it's going to be hotter than ever.
End Show
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Post by Dan White on Feb 28, 2008 17:16:21 GMT -5
Awesome show
Rattlesnake! D:
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