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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 16:59:12 GMT -5
Segment: Interview with The VAMPIRE! (Credit: FSX)
Dark and horrible things take place in this world. You may not be aware of it, or you may hear of it all the time, but regardless it does not change the fact that this place will live and try to enjoy with our time is full of evil and corruption. On more then one occasion you are likely to find yourself in a situation that will directly relate to such evil, and that's per day. Sure, there are those that can live in an ignorant bliss and manage to get away with keeping their innocence for far longer then one should, but it doesn't change the fact that someday everyone will experience and live through the evil that awaits us. The only positive to the existence of such horror and disturbing things is the fact that the world is based on a structure of counter-balance, and if a great deal of evil is spotted in a single place or a natural disaster rocks the fabric of time and space in four years...not to say it will, but who knows, right? Anyway, IF any sort of evil occurs, good is bound to occur soon afterward. The worse the occurrence, the more wonderful the result they say. This does not change the fact that horrible and evil things still suck.
LIKE VAMPIRES! AGHHHHHH!! They will suck you down in a fashion that could be viewed as both sexual and malicious at the same time! The horror! Do they exist though? If they can be ranted about, they must exist! Run for your lives before Vampire's come to take your lives! ONE OF US, ONE OF US they will cry as they siphon the last of your blood and leave your decrepit remains to ROT....or, you know, make them one of them. As they chanted. Guess that would make a bit more sense. Anyway, this is clearly all being stated because a VAMPIRE IS AMONG US, AND ABOUT TO BE INTERVIEWED! Will this shocking occurrence contain a great deal of sexual innuendo as movies released in the 90s did before it? Who knows! Probably! Time to do some finding out!
Kevin: Hello?...Anyone?
That is the voice of Kevin Anderson, a man who is most notable for being dumped on and used as a punching bag by anyone that is in reaching distance. At the moment, the poor interviewer seems to be traveling by his lonesome, assuming the cameraman that's watching him from the shadows doesn't count, in search for someone through the darkest and most demented regions of ACW's evil backstage area. Who will come to destroy him today? Likely VAMPIRES!
Kevin: Uh...come on! Someone has to be back here! Ginger wouldn't just send me to my death without getting an interview in first!
That's true, death does always come up better on camera when it's preceded by an interview with the one set on killing said person...you know..Kevin.
Kevin: I don't really have all day for this, anyway! I've got to go and bother Main Eventers for attention later on so I can show up on television and pick up drunken women who are impressed by men on television so I can have a one night stand and brag to Gary about my sexual prominence! That won't happen if I'm just wondering around in the dark!
Despite the illogical and wild reasoning, it seems that whatever presence other then the camera man that was watching him from the shadows has taken note of his words and decided to give him the attention he desperately desires. With a flash of lightning in front of him, Kevin jumps back in shock and let's out an ear shattering screech that would even make the Rapid Jakalope jealous, before turning to see a quite confused Fallen Souls casually standing in the suddenly brightly lit hallway.
FSX: Hey. Mind shutting up so I don't have to waste my energy beating you up today?
Kevin: But..but..there was a bolt of lightning in front of me! It was scary! Hey....why are the lights on all of the sudden?! Are you just messing me, Fallen?
FSX: Nope. Mechanic was fixing something, must of forgot to turn off the lights before he turned the power back on.
As sense is made of an otherwise pointless situation, and light now fills the room, it soon becomes quite clear that there will be no interview with the Vampire, or Vampire look alike Nick Durden. Not right now, anyway.
Kevin: I see...funny how everything seems to suddenly come together when you least expect it too, isn't it Fallen?
FSX: Not really. In fact, one might say it's just filler.
Kevin: Filler...?
FSX: Never mind that, I've got to go and get ready for some kind of match. I think it's a tag team thing.
As Fallen turns now to make his way quickly and without much a fuss away from Kevin, he doesn't get the chance to leave so easily as THE WORLD'S WORST INTERVIEWER shoots forth a hand to take hold of FSX's arm, not about to let him just go.
Kevin: Well, can't you at least do an interview first? I mean, I did get sent here to do one. I may as well!
FSX: I'd really rather not...you know..because your incredibly annoying and all. Besides, I don't do interviews anymore. It seems like a really generic way to get things done, and even if I was to do one it would be with someone...how can I say this nicely...compotent.
Kevin: Oh, come on! It'll only take a minute, and if you do I promise not to show up to bother you for at least another five months!
The offer was quite tempting, especially considering that Kevin Anderson was known to show up an indecent times just to babble on about things that made no sense whatsoever until someone eventually knocked him unconscious!
FSX: Ok, ok...fine. But if you start to annoy me or ask questions that make no sense I'll have no choice but to make you scream like Wyvern in a unitard again.
Kevin: Alright! Awesome! Let's see....did Jon Taylor beat you for the International Title as Bloody Valentine?
FSX: Nope.
Kevin: Hmm...can't make fun of you for losing it again in sixteen days then... Oh! Did Jake Cheng beat you last Meltdown?
FSX: Afraid he lost, for like the hundredth time!
Kevin: I'm sure it wasn't that many. He's a two time WORLD CHAMPION!
FSX: Nope, I think it was actually 100.
Kevin: Oh....funny.
There is an awkward pause for a moment, likely to allow Jake to get quite irritated if he is actually reading this segment. As I find it safe to believe he isn't, let's carry on with no apologies!
Kevin: Well, what are you up too then?
FSX: I've been helping a guy fall in love, though I can't really tell you how that's going. Only can be updated upon once a show and all! Rules are rules!
Kevin: Right...how about with the International Title? Why not do something productive with it? Maybe defend it on Warfare?
FSX: I guess I could...Alright! I'll defend it on Warfare this week then!
Kevin: Because I told you too?
FSX: No, because I feel like it. The only thing I'd do if you told me to do it is kill you. Besides, I already had a title match booked!
Kevin slowly begins to sink into his shameful state as he realizes what a fool he is slowly beginning to make of himself, and tries out being competent today in order to not get an eventual beat down!
Kevin: Right well....um...I know! If I recall there was a period last month in which you parodied Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and declared you would do all it took to train for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale! Have you done anything productive in your hunt to win the match?
FSX: Woah...
Kevin: What?
FSX: That may just be the first intelligent thing that ever came out of your mouth.
A blush came to the Interviewers cheeks as he began to giggle as he was so proud to of done something right, before looking up to see that Fallen Souls had already left and the Cameraman was gone as well. Looking back and forth for a brief moment for where they could of gone, he lowered his head in shame and began to drag his feet as he walked off into the shadows. Aw. A moment after he left, Fallen made his way out of a door nearby and walked into the hallway that Anderson was a moment earlier, shrugging as he didn't spot him anywhere. He seems to of made a quick wardrobe change to get ready for his match, and has his title with him now.
FSX: Where the hell did Kevin go? Huh...well, he had a good point. I forgot all about Fallen Heroes. Guess I should go and practice not falling out of things before my match!
That would be the most logical training, right? Either way, it wouldn't really matter in the long run. Fallen Souls is destined to forget about his dreams once again as he gets in the ring to beat up Jon Taylor once again, and there is little doubt that he will. But looking on, one has to wonder how much longer it will be that he can hang on to the International Title, and just who he'll end up facing on Warfare well defending his belt. Initial reports have been proved wrong, after all! Who will get the shot of the lifetime? Maybe it will be YOU!
....probably a Wrestler, though.
...Oh, right. Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:00:00 GMT -5
Match 3: Jason Freeman vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: FSX)
Most matches are so incredibly anticipated that there is no need whatsoever for a brief summary of why it's happening, or what those in it happen to be up to. Then there are those matches with people who are really up to nothing, and not many are quite sure why they want to see it. At that point, many remember that they love at least one of the people in the match and decide they will get into it with a summary to lead in! This is one of those matches! For most people who happen to be reading this wonderful joy land of action, it is because it holds the former TWO TIME WOOOOOORRRLD CHAMPION Jake Cheng as a contender! He's like BK lite, for those that are dieting! Little less flavor, but it's better for you! Anyway, it will be that wonderful man who narrowly lost the title he loved like a baby...against a man who really hasn't been up to anything but Rock Band for the last month, JASON FREEMAN! He may not be keeping up with the times or be the most active man in the world right now, but that won't stop him from putting up a fight! Who will win? The former World Champion looking for redemption, or the guy who can sing? As Phillip is making his way out of the ring, it's time to find out!
Bell Rings.
And the beginning of the match proved without a shadow of a doubt which one of these two, incredibly tough competitors are on their game tonight! Who is it? Why, Jake Cheng of course! No swerves here as Jake wastes no time whatsoever rushing his way over to the man with the matrix move set and taking him down with a quick JUMPING SPINNING LEG LARIAT! That's right, Jake is wasting no time getting right into his stylish and impressive looking Trademark moves and it appears to be working as Freeman falls with a thud and holds onto his face. What would happen next? Jake would attempt to lock in many variants of his submission moves early on in the match to attempt to get a quick outcome in his favor. Unfortunately for him, Freeman wasn't that wimpy after all and easily pushed away and blocked each and every submission attempts, especially the various ones for armbars. To escape the assault, Freeman shot up to a seated base and BRAIN CHOPPED the lights out of Jake from nowhere, hoping onto the former World Champion to deliver Brain Chop after Brain Chop as he was down, taking advantage of the one move he generally uses to simply taunt people to take out the energy of his foe. As he seems to grow tired with chopping at his opponents brain, Freeman alters his offense to slapping the taste out of Cheng's mouth AGAIN and AGAIN as he harshly slapped his opponent across the face until Jake's cheeks were left red and he was left furious at Freeman's cocky nature. Would his cocky attack prevail in weakening the Chinese Supernova, however? The answer is no. For one thing that Freeman happened to forget was that Jake had the amazing ability to kick a man from nearly any position, and he proved this by sliding under him a bit more and sending a boot into his back. Upon impact, Freeman rolled off of Jake in a fuss and clutched his back, only to look up and catch a swift heel kick. To the face.
As this bizarrely short match continues, and I admit to doing it on a whim and because helping out BK is cool, Freeman is seen properly reacting to the kick that rocked his very soul! By the look on his face, it's quite obvious that he is suffering the utmost pain from the single kick, and can soon be seen rolling back and forth on the mat as he tries his best to recover from such a shot! Unfortunately, Jake doesn't like it when people recover. Jake likes it when he wins matches and beats the hell out of people who are losing to him. After waiting a moment to get a proper fill of Freeman-pain, he decided it was time to give him some more! Taking in a deep breathe he suddenly ran forward to BOOT Freeman's face back to the land of no return as his eyes nearly left their sockets in shock! Grinning to himself, a confident Jake magically lifted the form of Freeman with his mighty mind powers...or....you know...his hands, whichever you prefer to believe, and decided to hit the GUILLOTINE with little hesitation! Old school Jake ran around the ring afterward, well modern Jake made him get back to business and return to the fallen form of Freeman. Is it time for a move that ended a lot of matches in the early 90s? That's right, Jake is attempting to hit the moonsault! As he slowly leaps into the air, he notices that Freeman had already gotten up, and is actually watching as he tried to deliver the move in a great amount of curiosity. Staring at each other for a moment in shock, Jake then hits the mat and Freeman takes his advantage as Cheng back up by hitting him with a RUNNING BICYCLE KICK! Biiiicylce! Biiiicycle! Biiiicycle! I want to ride my..Biiiiicycle! Biiiicycle! Biiiicycle! I want to ride my Bicycle, I want to ride my bike! I want to -- oh, right! A match!
After hitting the match, and having everyone in attendance sing most of the first verse to the Queen song, Freeman looked ready to go for the win! That's right, it's time for the paragraph that everyone is always waiting for deep down! The one that ends the epic match! Seeing that Freeman is the one that currently controls the tempo of this contest, one might be foolish enough to believe that he is going to win the match with ease! One might also believe I'm just saying this so it looks better when Jake wins the match! Who knows! I'm tricky! But seeing that Freeman was having quite a bit of fun lifting up Jake and pushing him back and forth between himself and the ropes, one may think he has the full advantage! In fact, Freeman went for and succeeded as he hit an impressive looking SPICY DROP! And by Spicy Drop, I of course mean Inverted Fireman Carry Pancake. Spicy Drop is just alot more fun to say, because the move is HOT! HOT! HOT! As Jake bounces around the mat in pure pain, he groans in suffering at his slinking, slinky form before popping back up to a standing base and turning the stare at Freeman suddenly. As if he was a demon man, they stared into each others eyes and tried to make the other one blink! Or maybe break down into tears, I'm not quite positive how stare downs work at such inopportune moments as these. With a look that said he had something to prove all of a sudden, Jake suddenly ran over to a surprised Freeman and hit the JAKIE DROP! Since dropping the name Jakie, this move is even more effective! Flopping and plopping down the mat in a mushy state of weakness, a whiny Freeman tried to get up quickly as Jake had a moment earlier from the Glory Driver. he only difference? Jake was ready for him to get up! As Freeman got up, he only managed to turn toward Jake and get hit be the SECOND HEARTBEAT! Thump thump, thump thump, and this match is over! One, Two, Three style!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, JAKE CHENG!
BIIIICYCLE! BIIIICYCLE! BIIIIIIIICYCLE!...oh...wait..that's not his theme, is it? As “Second To None” by Styles Of Beyond hits and many wonder what it would be like if Jake rode around on a bike all the time, he made his way out of the ring and up the ramp as he celebrated just a bit that he was back on his way! Soon enough he was bound to overcome that 100 losses, and he was bound to have 200 wins first! Meanwhile, Freeman was beginning to recover as well. Though he's lost tonight...well..we all know that if he put in a bit more effort, Freeman can make dreams come true!
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:02:28 GMT -5
Segment: Pre-Game Credit: Limelight, Jay Zero, whoever. [/b][/center] We return from commercial break on another edition of ACW's Thursday Night Meltdown. As we fade into our next shot, we immediately find Charlotte King standing next to a locker room door. Within moments, Nicholas Savich is seen walking through an opening in the hallway with his associate Limelight following closely behind. Nicholas looks up and sees Charlotte standing right in front of their locker room door and and forces up a sarcastic smile. Nicholas Savich: Oh great! You again! Nicholas and Limelight keep walking forward and the camera begins to slowly zoom in on the three as they become closer. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: What do you want? Charlotte King: Can't a girl just stand wherever she wants without having to want something? Sheesh! Nicholas Savich: Well good! If you don't need anything, then kindly take yourself somewhere else! Nicholas tries to push past Charlotte, but she stops him. Charlotte King: Well just hold on a second! While I'm here, I guess I can ask you a few questions. I am an interviewer, you know! Nicholas Savich: Ugh.. He sighs at the comment and Charlotte smiles. Charlotte King: How do you feel about Limelights first official win in his debut match against Jonny Hughes? Nicholas Savich: How do I feel? Oh, I just feel BUBBLY and WONDERFUL! Everything is just peeeerfect! The sarcastic tone of his voice says it all. He sighs and shakes his head. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: How the hell do you THINK I feel? Of course I'm glad, but hey, it's not like that win came as a shocker to me or anything! I'm used to seeing this man win all the time! And tonight, I expect that not to change! Charlotte King: Oh that's right! Tonight Limelight teams up with Jon Taylor to take on the team of the International Champion Fallen Souls and Jonny Hughes! So are you saying that Limelight and Taylor are going to win tonight too? Nicholas Savich: Of course that's what I'm saying! But -- well, that is if Jon Taylor doesn't screw thing up for us and get in Limelights way! I already told him earlier tonight that he should just stay outside the ring and let the REAL Ultimate Competitor Limelight do all the work and get the win! Charlotte King: Wow, you're being VERY confident tonight. Shouldn't you be a bit worried that Limelight also has to defend the Portland Pro Wrestling title tomorrow night? Nicholas seems to be confused as he looks over at Limelight. Limelight rubs his hand over the title that is fitted around his waist and then Nicholas decides to find out what Charlotte is talking about. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: What do you mean?! He just defended it two weeks ago! Charlotte King: Yeah, well I guess that's not good enough! I did my research Nick! PPW is having a Super Show tomorrow, and what's a Super Show without their Heavyweight Champion headlining it, defending his title against the newest upcomer out of Burlington, Vermont - Mikey Cameron! Nicholas Savich: What?! Cameron! What makes him worthy of a title shot? Charlotte King: Well, word has it that he won a ten man over the top battle royale! The best thing is, he doesn't have to pin Limelight to win the title! Nicholas Savich: --- What? Nicholas looks at Charlotte, dumbfounded that he wasn't aware of the event. Limelight just stares on, blankly. Charlotte King: He's defending the title in a tables match! All Mikey's gotta do is put you through a table, Lime! Nicholas Savich: HAH! Please! As long as Nicholas Savich is in the drivers seat, we're going to keep it in cruise control and keep on winning! Charlotte King: Yeah, well that's not what everyone back in Maine are saying. The odds are -- Nicholas Savich: Hold on! Why exactly ARE you getting concerned in PPW business?! Why do you keep trying to find out what's going through my head? Charlotte King: Well, you're very mysterious. I thought somebody had to do it. At first I was just trying to find out what it was that Jay Zero did to you to make you so angry -- but then I started thinking about some other things. There's just something about you Savich that I find fishy. And I'm gonna find out what that feeling is. Nicholas Savich: Yeah well how about you stay the hell out of MY business and focus more on your actual job, huh! Why don't you go find out what "BK's thinking about his big match tonight" or -- or why Thunderkiss isn't giving me my goddamn title shot?! Nicholas pushes past Charlotte and opens the locker room door. He steps back and allows Limelight to enter first before turning towards Charlotte one last time. [/center][/color] Nicholas Savich: --Listen to me now, Miss King! You're not going to find anything! So DON'T BOTHER LOOKING! He seems to be getting angry over the fact that Charlotte has taken an "interest" in him. The door slams in Charlotte's face and all she can do is smirk. [/center][/color] Charlotte King: That just makes me think .... If I'm not going to find anything, then I must not be looking in the right place. She smiles at the locker room door as if Nicholas was still looking her in the face. What exactly can it be that Charlotte is looking for? Will she find whatever it is? The scene begins to fade out. [/color]
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:03:30 GMT -5
Segment: Boy Is My Face Red
Credit: A.Starr [/right] Ok man, be sure you get her up here safe. She means the world to me, and with both of you coming up for support, it will make this so much easier. Oh, the cameras coming, got to go man. Tell Ashlei I love and miss her when you see her. K, later man. [/b] The cameraman opens the door to the Entourage locker room as Starr hangs up his phone. We arent sure who he was talking to, or who Ashlei is. Andrew doesnt take any time to explain to us either, as he directly starts in on his reason for asking for a camera back in the Entourage locker room.[/center][/i] Starr: Dont you guys knock anymore? Whatever, nows not the time. Right now, we have to address this Mr. Red situation. And actually, we will take this one step further. We will address the parallels between the two of us, and the Reds/Mariners mini-series last season. Thats right, Im going back to baseball. Last year, the Cincinatti Reds beat the Seattle Mariners in Safeco for their first game. Sure, it was a huge 16-1 victory for the Reds, and it gave them plenty of momentum for the following days game. But, if you look over the next couple days, Seattle took the next two games, completing the 2-1 series win. And thats what I'm go--Suddenly, Starr's cell phone goes off, "Always Wanting More" by Faktion resonating from his pocket. He reaches in, puts a finger up to the camera signalling to "wait a second" and flips the phone open, answering. [/i] Starr: This better be important. ... Oh, yah babe, didnt realize you would call from his phone. ... Yah, of course I am excited for you to be here. ... Yes, you will be happier here then waiting back in Kelso. ... Hey babe, I cant talk right now, can I call you back in--A loud noise is heard from the phone, and a scream from whoevers on the other side. [/i] Starr: Wait, wait babe, calm down, what happened? ... Awe shit, is he ok? ... Fuck, does it look bad? ... Ok babe, call 911 and call me back when the ambulance gets there. ... Babe, babe, seriously. It will be fine, just hang up and call 911. ... Love you too babe, now just take care of him!
Starr flips the phone shut, putting it on the bench next to him. There is a genuine look of fear in his eyes, which doesnt leave until he realizes the camera is still there. His eyes flash back to rage, and stands up, pushing the camera out the locker room door. [/i] Starr: Get the fuck out of here, and dont come back unless your invite, you privacy invading cretons!Starr slams the door shut, and the camera is stuck on a closed door. How exciting. So exciting, the camera fades to black. End Segment[/i]
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:11:44 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Called Back
Credit: A.Starr Starr slams the door in the cameramans face, swearing under his breath about invasion of privacy and cameramen. He moves to the bench at a quick clip, grabbing his phone and looking at it, like he expects it to talk to him. It remains quiet, and he sets it back down on the bench. Starr takes a couple quick paced steps around the room, rummaging through his locker, and flopping on the couch. He lets out a sigh to try to relax, but this does nothing as he is up mere seconds later. The phone remains silent as he grabs it off the bench again, returning to the couch again. [/i] Starr: Come on Ashlei, call back. He cant be that hurt. He's going to be fine. He has to be. He's the toughest sumbitch ever. Damnit Ashlei, call... CALL!As if on cue, his phone rings, the familiar Faktion tune playing, but not enough to hear much as Starr answers nearly before it rings. [/i] Starr: Ashlei! ... How is he? ... Yes, he is awake now? Good. What are the paramedics saying? ... Concussion? Broken wrist? ... Shit, not now, not when you both were about to come up here. ... Of course I want you both up here still, even more now. ... Yes, in fact, I'm going to call in some favours, get you two here in time for my match monday. ... When he's coherent, let him know Im thinking of him. ... I'll be waiting for both of you. ... Ok, be safe babe, love you. ... bye.Starr snaps the phone closed again and literally collapses on the couch, lost in thought of what just happened.
Fade out. End OTA Segment[/i]
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:12:41 GMT -5
Segment: Ain't too late to Apologize (Credit: BK London/Adrian Flamingo)
As the show returns from commercial break, the next segment is quickly on it's way, and the crowd erupts once they hear the very familiar entrance of a former ACW Champion.
HELLOOOOOOO
HELLOOO BROOKLYN!
Stepping from behind the curtain comes none other than the ACW fan favorite, BK London, who's attired in his ring gear for his match against Hunter later in the evening. He stands at the top of the stage and surveys the crowd a bit before slowly walking down the ramp. As he makes his way down, it's obvious he doesn't possess the gleam in his eye that he normally has. Oh no, because tonight, he is forced to do something in which he believes he has no business doing at all. For his actions last week, he now finds himself publically apologizing to Adrian Flamingo - the man who he has been in a heated rivalry with for the past 6 months.
He walks ringside and turns towards the front row where he sees a small boy in a wheel chair, sporting a Adrian Flamingo T-shirt. Insults, among other forms jeers, are thrown in the direction of BK London from the boy, and BK London just stares at him. It all begins to sink in at this very moment that Flamingo's sympathy plan is working, and it's slowly turning the fans that were once on his side against him.
He walks up the metal ring steps and steps into the ring before being handed a mic from Phillip, and he still doesn't look too happy with what he has found himself in. There's no doubt in his mind that he believes that Adrian Flamingo is faking his injury, but it appears no one but the loyalist of his fans seem to believe him.
BK London: So since I'm being forced to deliver this public apology tonight, I better make it quick. So for my actions last Thursday on Meltdown, I'm -
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO DARKNESS!
The theme of Flamingo cuts off BK London in mid-sentence, and through the curtain comes first Adrian Flamingo being rolled out and Mickey Flamingo right behind him. Adrian Flamingo has a microphone in his hand, and as Mickey rolls him down the ramp, he speaks.
Adrian Flamingo: Hold on, hold on! Since you're "being forced" to apologize me, I want to get up close and personal for this insincere masterpiece of you and Gingerdude trying to cover your collective asses.
As Adrian Flamingo is helped into the ring by his Uncle Mickey, BK London cannot take his eyes off the pair. Finally once Adrian Flamingo is all set up, Mickey rolls him right up to BK London.
Adrian Flamingo: No no, do go on. I want to hear your best Fonzie impersonation. C'mon, BK, were you wr-wr-wr-wrong?
BK London: ...
Adrian Flamingo: What? You want to be fired? You want me to sue you and ACW for everything you're worth? Trust me, BK, I have a SOLID case if I choose to press charges. Video footage from at least six angles, several thousands of witnesses in the arena, millions more at home... it'd be an open and shut case. All you need to do is apologize to me for assaulting me while I was trying to make amends with you! Trust me, BK, if you thought your life was hell when you had a broken leg, imagine the backlash you'll receive when everyone from Nancy Grace to Matt Lauer talk about the professional wrestler who assaulted a handicapped man.
It's all true, BK London's job is on the line if he doesn't not publically apologize to Adrian Flamingo. As probably your parents say, in life, there's going to be a lot of things you don't want to do...but you have to do it anyway. It's not easy, but BK London musters up enough strength to say those three words that he hates so much while Flamingo sits there, with a huge smile across his face.
BK London: I...am sorry.
Adrian flashed a wild smile as Mickey gave him a hearty pat on the back. It was all they ever wanted from BK, accountability for his actions. For too long Adrian had been the perceived bad guy and vilified by BK, but seeing one of ACW's favorite sons apologize was something more rewarding than a title reign.
With that, Mickey turned Adrian's chair and started to wheel him towards the ropes where he would be helped out by ACW security. However, BK grabbed the chair from Mickey and started pulling him back to the surprise of both of the Flamingos.
BK London: Wait a minute...
Slowly cheers begin to emerge within the previously silent crowd.
Adrian Flamingo is a bit surprised with BK London pulling him back and Mickey Flamingo gets ready to pounce on BK if necessary. BK glances over at Mickey for a second, and the two stare for a few brief moments.
BK London: Calm down father time, I'm not afraid to superkick the lips right off your face again.
Mickey Flamingo: Why I oughta!
That insult sends a surge of cheers throughout the arena and Mickey advances towards BK London once more, but Flamingo orders Mickey to stay back.
BK turns his attention back to Adrian Flamingo, who he stares down upon with a grimacing look.
BK London: Adrian Flamingo, you may have won this little battle, but in no time - I will win the war. You've seemed to have everyone fooled from Gingerdude to the boys in the back to my very fans, but the one person you have yet to convince is me. I know what tricks you can pull from under those sleeves because I have been on the recieving end of those very tricks. But the time for tricks, the time for games, the time for jumping people from behind or verbally attacking family members - it's over. I will uncover the truth Adrian Flamingo. And when I do, it's only going to be a matter of time until I face you one on one, with no strings attached. Tick tock, tick tock. You're time's running out.
And with that "Hello Brooklyn" sounds through the arena and BK London stares at Flamingo for a few more minutes longer before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp, not even caring to look back for a second, but Flamingo's eyes are fixed upon the former ACW Champion. Could it be that Flamingo is actually faking this whole ordeal? And how will BK London actually go about revealing Adrian Flamingo's "secret"?
Only time will tell...
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:12:59 GMT -5
Segment: “Business is Booming” Credit: T-Kiss
[He has been summoned! Feeling like a naughty child who has been called to the principal’s office, TK sits on a chair outside the Chairman’s door waiting his turn in line. As he sit there, he can’t help but reminisce about a time not that long ago when a blond firecracker with attitude sat behind the secretary’s desk and turned his life upside down. He remembers their entire conversation word for word and he replays it in his mind over and over in a daydream like trance. Before he can get too comfortable in his memories, the Chairman’s door opens and out pops Gingerdude’s head.]
Thunderkiss: Hey gramps! What’s up?
Chairman Gingerdude: Ahhh! Thunderkiss! So glad to see you! Come in, come in! Have a seat my boy!
[The moment he first arrived in the company he heard so many rumors about “the chair.” Sitting across from Gingerdude was totally not the place to be but times have most definitely changed. Now he can’t wait to sit here and its not because of the chair’s extra padding, though it certainly does feel good on his butt. No, these days TK has taken much pleasure sitting here because he knows his value in the company and if he plays his cards right, perhaps one day he’ll actually be on the other side of the desk.]
Gingerdude: Care for a drink lad?
TK: Since I’m not wrestling tonight, sure, why not?
[Reaching into his bottom desk drawer, Ginger pulls out bottle of whisky and two shot glasses. Carefully filling them both to the brim, he scoots a glass across his desk into TK’s hand.]
Gingerdude: Bottoms up.
[The two cling their glasses together and down them as if there was a contest to see who finishes first.]
Gingerdude: Ahhhh, now that hits the spot. So, how are you and Anna doing?
TK: Very well. I’m a very lucky man.
Gingerdude: Good to hear. So when are you going to buy that girl a ring?
TK *looking nervous*: One step at a time sir.
Gingerdude *laughing*: I remember feeling the way you feel right now oh so long ago.
[The Chairman reaches down and grabs the first quarter business report from his desk. Tossing it at TK, he leans back in his chair and gives him a short summery to save him the time and effort of reading through its entire contents.]
Gingerdude: Business is good TK. Very good. Since you’ve become champ, we can barely keep your merchandise in stock and have noticed a huge increase in the sales of everyone else’s.
TK: Even Hunter?
Gingerdude: Even Hunter.
TK: Wow.
Gingerdude: We have had over two dozen offers come in last week ALONE for new merchandising deals. The world wants your image plastered all over toothbrushes, baby clothes, cans of body spray and even condoms.
TK: Well that’s a new one. Just as long as they don’t break, let’s ink it. The last thing I need to know is that my face is exploding inside vaginas across the country.
Gingerdude: Sounds fair enough to me. Now, If our history has taught me anything, I assume I will be hearing from Mr. Wilcox about these matters?
TK *smiling*: I believe you will. Just make sure not to low ball him right off that bat. He always feels so insulted when you do that.
Gingerdude: So noted. You know Thunderkiss, its times like these that I realize beneath that rugged exterior of yours lies a business man, and let me tell you, its just not me who has noticed. You impressed a great deal of the staff during our last meeting. Have you ever thought about a career after wrestling?
TK: Well... to be honest, no.
Gingerdude: I think you should, and it most definitely should be business oriented. I would like to invite you again to our next business meeting so you can see more of how the “other side” works. Perhaps you will get a better idea of if its something you’d want to do later on in your life.
TK: Well thanks Ginger, but I plan on wrestling for a very long time.
Gingerdude: As I would hope you would. However, I’ve been in this industry long though to know that 20 year careers are very few and far between. The meeting is next Tuesday at 10 AM. Don’t be late.
TK: Well, what can it hurt. And besides, I doubt you’ll take no as an answer.
Gingerdude: Exactly. Now get out of here and go make me some more money. Send Anna my love.
[TK nods and walks out the door, visions of power and control dancing throughout his head. Could a future in management really be TK’s calling? Well, if Dan White can become commissioner anything is possible this day and age. Still, the thought of TK one day becoming ACW’s CEO is an almost unthinkable, one that would certainly make many on the roster cringe. Unfortunately for those this applies to, its not their decision to make and the man with the power hasn’t been shy showing interest in this possibility. Stay tuned.]
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:13:48 GMT -5
Segment: "Invasion of Love - Part 3” (Credit: FSX) NEW YORK, NEW YORK 2/29/08 Now is time for something that only happens once every four years, and always succeeds to get everyone into a great mood! It's Leap Day AND it's day two of Tim's training in the art of love! With the month of love starting tomorrow, and the likelihood that Lorenzo Rivera didn't manage to teach Tim anything yesterday, there is no time to spare as there is only so much time left before Genocide, and this story needs to be finished by then! Considering this it's no surprise that Fallen has taken Tim to the one place where love is everywhere, and there is no doubt that it can be found! No, not Paris, New York! The biggest city in America is likely the perfect place for a confused tourist to accidentally fall for someone as unattractive and unethical as Tim! As we find our heroes live, and on location, they appear to be having quite a bit of trouble finding each other in the madness that is Manhattan. The camera man appears to of been stranded with one of the two, but through the busy sidewalks it's hard to define just who. As traffic suddenly comes to a standstill it quickly is discovered who, as Fallen Souls dives on top of a tiny car and begins to dance around, seeming to enjoy the 'energy' of the city.FSX: New York, New York! It's a helluva town! The Bronx is up, and the Battery's down! Oh good! It's time for the 1944 musical On The Town to take place once again during a traffic jam! But wait, lonely hero FSX! A group of Sailor's are making their way out of the car that you happened to jump on! Taking note to the large sea men around him now, Fallen looks quite nervous as he makes his way to the hood of the car.FSX: Oh no! Sailors! Sailor #1: You steal our song, and you hop on our car? Sailor #2: We oughta teach ya a lesson, and a lesson ya won't soon forget! Ahyukhyukhyuk! Sailor #1: Shut up, Popeye! Your making us look bad again! Popeye?: My name ain't Popeye! Stop calling me that, Bluto! FSX: Oh no! Now I'm trapped in a bad parody of Popeye! Bluto: What? I'll teach you a lesson to cause us a parody! As the narrator of this piece wishes desperately he were allowed to do an animated segment, Fallen decides to escape well he still can by jumping off the car and back onto the sidewalk, being quickly chased down by the two cheap rip-off sailors. As he failed to get away, each of the men held onto one of his arms as they slowly dragged him back to the street.Popeye: Wise guy, are ya? Thinkin' ya can just leave? Bluto: We'll teach you a lesson for what you did to our tiny car! Quick, Popeye, give me some spinach! Popeye: Well, I don't know about that, Bluto..Ya might use it against me! Letting go of Fallen's arm, an irritated Bluto looks over to Popeye. Could a battle be brewing between the two sailors?Bluto: Are you trying to tell me you don't trust me, Popeye?! After all we've been through together? Popeye: Well for one ya keep callin' me Popeye! And ya keep trying to take my Olive Oyl! Bluto: What do I car about that stingy anorexic whore? If she doesn't want to be with a real man, she can be with you! FSX: Uh...guys? Can I go now? Without much hesitation, a furious Popeye tosses Fallen into a nearby wall as he reaches into his back pocket for something. Spinach, no doubt!Popeye: Ya mess with my girl then ya call her a whore? I'll teach ya a lesson ya'll never forget, Bluto! Bluto: What? By eating your magic vegetables? Popeye: Not quite! With that, Popeye pulled out a gun from his back pocket and pointed it at Bluto! Beginning to back away in the shock of the situation, Bluto looked around frantically for something to protect himself with and swiftly took a hold of Fallen to use him as a human shield.FSX: OH COME ON! Bluto: Easy there, Popeye! Don't want to be doing anything you'll regret later! Popeye: I've had all I can stands, and I can't stands no more! Bluto: Wait up a second, Popeye! You don't want to do this! Popeye: I isn't Popeye! You'll never understand! And with that, a single shot was fired! As birds flew off into the sky in shock, and many stared on at the scene in awe, a single man dropped to the ground in a pool of blood. In horror, Bluto tosses Fallen away from him and to the ground before quickly charging toward Popeye's.....fallen form? Oh no! Dropping to his knees as tears grow in his eyes, he takes a hold of his friend and rocks him back and forth as many adults who enjoy old cartoons are heard crying as well.Bluto: POPEYE!!!! NOOOOOOOO!! Popeye: I loved all my bitches, now I'll sleep with the fishes...I'm Popeye the Sailor Man....toot.......toot. As the life of the Sailor fades away, Bluto loses control of his emotions and breaks down into tears, slamming his fist into the ground again and again as ambulances are heard off in the distance. Slowly making his way to his feet, staring down at the form of his presumed deceased friend, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a syringe. Without a moment of hesitation he plunges the needle through his pants and into his left buttocks, beginning to spasm about as he lets out a cry.Bluto: NOOOOOOOO!! POPEYEE!! BLUTO ANGRY! FSX: Gasp! He's using Steroids instead of Spinach to express himself! What a modern twist! As Fallen seems to have decided he'd rather watch the dramatic and bizarre scene at hand, instead of searching for his pupil of love, Bluto catches his sarcastic comments through his incredibly muscular ears and lifts up the tiny car that Fallen danced upon to start this whole mess.Bluto: YOUR FAULT! BLUTO KILL! FSX: Don't you mean smash..? Bluto: NO! YOU DIE! BLUTO KILL! FSX: Oh.....uh oh. Taking this as his cue to get the hell out of their with his life in tact, Fallen casually gets back to his feet...before sprinting in the direction opposite of Bluto as a small car becomes flying toward him! Narrowly out running the mass of metal, he quickly ducks his way into an alley and proceeds to freak out as he looks around for a place to hide.Bluto: NO CAN HIDE! BLUTO WILL FIND YOU! Considering the fact that he was a good distance away from Bluto by this point, and in a very loud and busy city, it was incredibly disturbing that Fallen could still hear this as a cry. Beginning to pace back and forth as he knew he had time before the roided sailor would slowly make his way toward him, he let out a gasp as Tim suddenly appeared behind him! Standing there quite casually, he looked to him curiously as he tried to understand Fallen's pale expression.Tim: What's up? FSX: WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?! Tim: Hm? Oh, Exotic Massage. FSX: What...? WHY?! Tim: Big city, figured I'd get one. I found this cool homeless guy walking around after I left! Want to meet him? FSX: No! We need to get the hell out of he-- But before Fallen could finish, he froze up and stared blankly as Tim casually pulled the homeless man out from the shadows. Looking him over slowly for a moment, FSX could only shake his head and curse silently as he recognized him...Wimpy: I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a Hamburger today. Tim: Hah! Isn't that great? Since he's homeless he obviously won't pay you! Funny stuff! FSX: Ok. Let's leave New York now. Training is canceled, you'll just have to wing it on your date. Tim: What? Why?! FSX: Long story. I'll tell you well we run. Taking a hold of Tim's arm, he began to pull him down the alleyway and to an eventual safety as Bluto could be heard yelling out obscenities in the distance. Luckily, Wimpy would work as a perfect distraction and allow the two to escape! One has to wonder now, however, what will become of Tim? He's gotten no training whatsoever in Love, and this has become a large Popeye parody! What does that even have to DO with love? Bluto's love for Popeye? Maybe it's better off not to know..but one thing is for sure, New York is DANGEROUS!
...Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:14:54 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes & Fallen Souls vs. Limelight & Jon Taylor (Credit: Mainer)
MATCH OPENING: Pretty decent match for ACW, Jonny Hughes and FSX coming out was weird because the crowd was half and half, some cheering for X and the others booing Hughes which was just odd in so many ways for the mixed reaction where as when Light and Taylor came out it was booing all around. Weird audience to be in when they made their entrances. Anyways, the match was pretty decent when it started off as Taylor VS Fallen. Early on Taylor went after the legs which was kind of cool after he locked in a picture-perfect Indian Deathlock. Also interesting was when Taylor managed to hit a Drop Toe Hold into an Indian Deathlock snapping X’s legs somewhat. Taylor was giving X a beating here but X didn’t take it long to dish it back after he nailed a Spin Wheel Kick followed by a beautiful Hurricanrana after Taylor got up to his feet. The crowd went nuts though when Taylor managed to tag in Limelight who wailed on X like a boxer on a punchbag. X managed to come back with a Bionic Elbow to Limelight followed by a Regular DDT.
MATCH MIDDLE: The middle of the match was pretty much Taylor taking a breather from the prior work. Limelite was getting double-teamed repeatedly by X and Hughes with constant tags, Hughes also hit a nasty Roaring Elbow and had Light looking as if he was about to tap out with a Texas Cloverleaf but Taylor intervened. They did a tonne of damage to the arms including a Wrist-Lock/Diving Bionic Elbow which got the crowd whooping. The crowd also marked out when they managed to hit Limelight with a Scoop Slam onto the Knee of X. Light eventually hit a Yakuza Kick which KO’d the X-Maestro completely and it gave him valuable time to get the tag in. Taylor back in he managed to nail Hughes with a German Suplex so hard that the ring shook. Taylor was going nuts on him. Fallen came back into the equation after a flying tag attempt by Hughes but Taylor prepared and hit another of his beautiful Drop Toe-Hold/Indian Deathlock combo’s and after the amount of pressure this time it was obvious that X was favouring it. X managed to tag Hughes in and he hit a devastating Perfect Seires nailing a close 3-count.
MATCH END: Light was back in and giving Hughes and X as Hughes lay KO’d outside (after a Yakuza Kick knocking him out of the ring but X managed to get the tag in time) a run for their money with vicious shots left right and centre to both of the tag partners he was facing. Light appeared to have this one won when he hoisted him up for Savich’s Choice right near the turnbuckle but Taylor blind-tagged himself in looking for the opportunity to finally put away the Fallen One. Light dropped X so he was stumbling groggily on his feet while Taylor climbed into the ring. Taylor was stopped though as Light shouts over his shoulder, Taylor turns around to argue briefly with his partner but before he knew it he was getting hoisted up for the SOUL TRANSFER! Taylor quickly counters into a Sunset Flip, but FSX manages to stand his ground. As FSX is fighting to keep a vertical base, Hughes decides to tag himself back in. FSX is taken down for the pin, but the referee refuses to count. Hughes dropkicks Taylor in the back of the head and now looks to follow up with a DDT. Limelight makes his presence known once more and delivers a huge boot to the back of Hughes’ head. Taylor follows up with a Northern Lights Suplex and manages to pick up the win for his team.
WINNERS: Jon Taylor & Limelight via Northern Light Suplex (Pinfall) (18:21)
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:17:02 GMT -5
SEGMENT: Oh Fuck! (Credit: Danny Mainer)
The scene opens to show Danny Mainer and Charlotte King standing in front of an ACW backdrop. Danny Mainer has his trademark smile across his face while Charlotte King looks less then pleased with the situation after the last time the two of them met where Danny publicly slagged her off in front of the ACW audience. It was an embarrassing spectacle for both parties really but this time Danny Mainer has something bigger on his mind… Danny’s back with his girlfriend and he’s picking up wins week after week picking up a 2 win win streak.
Things are going swell for The King of Vegas which is obviously portrayed as he stands next to the blonde-crush of many an ACW fan, beaming with delight as he stands in an interesting change of clothes. Desert Camouflage pants and jacket with a beige skin-tight shirt underneath it and a pair of black aviator sunglasses propped on his forehead.. Charlotte steps forward with the ACW microphone in hand with a (fake?) smile on her face.
Charlotte: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest today is none other then “The King of Vegas” Danny Mainer. Danny, you’re on a hot-streak lately it would appear! You first beat your rival Wayde Russler in a Texas Bullrope Match VIA Interference and then just this past Monday you defeated your Entourage brother Alex Richmond with that devastating kick, The Vegas Blackout. What do you think of your situation? Is this just a bit of luck or a sign of things to come?
Danny: Well Rita Repulsa, what do you think? Of course it’s a sign to come, do you watch me in that ring or are your reptilian eyes too screwed up to watch me in the ring? I’m the best baby, nothing you can say can change that. Quick lesson for you, the first time I ever used a Vegas Blackout was when I was like 8 or something, back when I was a little kid and I’m STILL using it now. What does that make you think about the kick lady?
Charlotte: Well I suppose you’ve got a point, don’t fix it if it ain’t broke.
Danny: Exactly babe-O. I’ve been shattering jaws since I was in baby shoes, why would that need to change? I mean seriously woman, ask some REAL intellectual questions.
Charlotte: Alright fine then Danny. People are shocked about the relation between you and Thunderkiss and that you two go back into your childhoods but what is the one quality that you like about him?
Danny: He’s the kind of guy that’ll put your head through the feckin’ wall if you speak to him wrongly or treat him with contempt. Plus if he likes you, he’s a pretty cool guy.
Charlotte: Well, what about Entourage? Why did you decide to join the league?
Danny: Because, it’s the National Grid of ACW. It’s where the power lies baby. You’re dead if we don’t like you. Not only do we have numbers but we also have skill as well and the raw talent, alone we can beat anyone but together! Together we kicketh the ass of all the ACW scoundrels and infidels that oppose the Gods of Wrestling that are collectively known as Entourage. Entourage is the stuff that your wet dreams are made of Charlotte, our greatness is what makes the women shed tears of joy all over the country.
Charlotte rolls her eyes at Danny.
Charlotte: Fair enough…
Danny: Any other questions beauti-… nevermind. Any other questions?
Charlotte: We’ve been hearing word of someone in your life by the name of “Caitlynn Dufraisne” from your past that was somewhat important to you. Do you care to shed some light on this?
Danny’s arrogant dickweed attitude and his confident smile drops and hits bottom like a sack of shit dropped off a skyscraper. Danny’s ego has completely run out and he’s been stopped
Danny: This interview is over.
Danny storms off without another word heading towards his locker room door. He turns around pointing to Charlotte as the camera aims his focus at him. Danny makes a cut-throat gesture when suddenly there’s a wild roaring sound. Danny turns around and…
“OH FUCK!”
Danny gets dam near ripped in half by a flying furry black object. This object flies into him sending him right into the wooden door of his locker room blowing it right off of the frame, spearing him clean through it. Danny yells as he gets damn near broken in half from the spear, the person who did the spear though completely blows his mind. The flying furry object gets up standing tall to reveal… “A BEAR”?!?! The person in the bear costume stands up towering over the Tiny Man Danny Mainer. The bear lets out a wild roar.
Bear: “We know about your plans Mainer… you’re a fucking dead man!”
The black bear makes a cut-throat gesture but when he turns around noticing the camera crews he darts off into the distance at a blinding speed as Danny lies coughing and spluttering on the door which he just got speared through. The scene rounds off with a clip of Danny spitting blood out onto the floor before going unconscious as we draw to a fade.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:18:08 GMT -5
Betrayal
Part Four: The Note [/color] Credit: Jake Cheng[/center] ACW Island
Right NowNervous pacing was never a habit of the Asian Extraordinaire but today he decided it was ok. Tracing and retracting his steps on the floor while a team analyzes the letter than we on his door. Jake hadn’t even seen it. All he had seen was a lock of the black and red hair that belongs to his girlfriend.
Cop: Mr Cheng. Jake: Yes Captain? Captain: Do you recognize this handwriting? Jake jumps toward the table, almost knowing the Captain over.
Captain: Do you recognize this handwriting? Jake: Yes sir. It’s Kirsten’s. Captain: Mmmhmmm. Do you have the letter saved? Technician: Yes. Captain: Check for prints. Jake returns to his pacing as the technician and the cop work on the letter. It takes them several minutes to finally dust the entire front side of the sheet and the envelope. Only one kind of fingerprint on both of them.
Captain: Kirsten’s. Clever really, having her do it all so they don’t get caught. So would you like to read the scan of the letter, or would that be- Jake: Yes. It reads:
Jake.
I am fine, so don't worry about me. There is going to be a meeting on monday, where you will be exchanging me for fifty thounsand dollers. I'll write another letter to tell you the location. Oh and good luck against Freeman. Don't kill yourself if you lose. Love you.
Captain: She had a lot of liberty with what she wrote. Technician: She messed up a lot, look at these smudges... Jake: It's a message. Wing and Lee lol lol lol. Clever little girl. Captain: You saw that very fast. Jake: I watch a lot of crime TV shows. Usually solve it before the second commercial break. Technician: Ever thought about a career change? Jake: Shit! My match! Thank you two. I guess I'll talk to you if something comes up. Be here on Monday for the next clue. Bye! Jake sprints out of his locker room,.already dressed for his match. Time to collect all the luck that he gathered and kick Freeman's ass.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:19:43 GMT -5
"On Notice" (Credit: Anonymous)
Let it never be said that my intentions were hidden. Some of them at least. I've started my collection of particular items in ACW. I've got Rattlesnake's weapon. I figure I can liberate a few other items whilst I'm in ACW.
One item that does pique my interests is what Thunderkiss has. Not his loyal minions that can't think for themselves, but that is a nice touch. It's the title he carries. It's what I want more than anything. It will be mine too.
You're on notice Thunderkiss. What is yours will be mine.
Another thing belongs to Senator Steve Phillips. Quite a nice office you have there. It would prove to be a nice base of operations for myself. Maybe I'll just swoop in and take it.
You're also on notice Senator. What is yours will be mine.
But most importantly, the biggest thing on my list isn't the World Title. It's ACW. I'm going to get my hands on the very fabric that holds ACW together. What I do with it, I haven't decided. But you'll find out soon enough.
ACW, you are on notice. This is the only warning you receive concerning this. The very thing you work for will soon be in the hands of me.
Can you see it? Can you believe it? Will you have the balls to experience it firsthand or are you going to wither away like some of your so-called legends?
The choice isn't yours. The choice belongs to me.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:20:24 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]The Adventures of Lou the Magnificent Cameraman![/glow] Credit: Jon Taylor
The scene opens at the backstage area once again. God, I thought this was a wrestling show as well! King can seen finishing off her final interview of the day. She appears to be happy with outcome and says goodbye to the interviewee. The cameraman; Lou looks less than enthusiastic however. He stops the camera and begins to pack it away. King turns around and faces Lou, she has a smile on her face. Lou places the camera on the floor and looks up at King.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Well, today turned out well, didn't it?
Lou replies, though is far from enthusiastic.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I guess you could say that, if you don't count not being able to feel your own feet...
King smiles.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer: My father always used to say there's nothing better than a hard day's work!
Lou replies though is still as unenthusiastic.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: It would be better if I was able to feel my own two feet at the end of it though...
King brushes off this comment.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Nonsense! You just need to toughen up a bit, that's all.
Lou doesn't seem to be any more convinced by King, though has long learnt not to bother arguing with King by now.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I guess I probably could.
King chuckles while Lou resumes packing away his camera.
Charlotte King | The Interviewer: Well, I must be off! There's no rest for the wicked.
Lou grins at this statement.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Oh, ok. See you next show.
King heads off while Lou continues to pack away his camera. He finally manages to put it in his carrying bag and slings the camera over his shoulder. Lou mumbles something to himself before heading off towards the backstage staff locker room. It isn't too far away so it only takes a few minutes navigating corridors to reach it. As he enters the locker room he heads over to his locker. The room is empty; it is filled with lines of lockers. Lou heads towards the end which is next to a mirror. He places his camera bag on the floor and reaches into his pocket. He takes out a key. Lou proceeds to open his locker, as he opens the door it is evident there isn't much inside. Just a few photos stuck on the inside of the door, and a jacket inside. Lou takes out the jacket. Lou closes the door of the locker and locks it. He places the key back inside his pocket and puts it in his jacket. Lou looks into the mirror in a moment of reflection.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Well, you've certainly made a lot of yourself haven't you, Lou?
Lou pauses, deep in thought.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: What happened to the young ambitious person who had dreams of stepping into the squared circle?
He continues to stare directly into the mirror.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: He pussied out that's what happened. Look at yourself, you're 25 years old and you're nothing more than a glorified servant for ACW's resident bitch interviewer.
He sighs.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: So much potential they said, could of been a star they said. But what did you go do? You got frightened and hide like you always did. They were right. You didn't have an ounce of courage in your body. And you certainly didn't have any balls.
He runs his hand through his hair while keeping his eyes fixated on his reflection in the mirror.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: Well, now you have only got yourself to blame for a life of eternal boredom. Now, you have only got yourself to blame for being King's lackey. Now you have only got yourself to blame for never being able to fulfil your dream.
Lou continues to stare in the mirror for several seconds before bending down to the floor and picking up his camera bag. He places it over his shoulder and heads to the door. He glances at the mirror once more before exiting the room. As he heads towards the direction of the exit he still looks wrapped up in reflection and almost collides with a wall, luckily he glances up at the last second to avoid it. As he reaches the exit he pauses before leaving the building. It is cold outside and there is a strong wind. Lou walks a few steps before stopping to zip up his jacket. As Lou leans over his keys fall out of his pocket. He bends down to pick them up when there is a gust of wind. The gust of wind blows a piece of paper into his feet. He flips over the paper - it is a flyer. Lou picks up the keys putting them in his pocket again and also the flyer to examine it:
After a few moments Lou's face lights up.
Lou | The Magnificent Cameraman: I'll do it!
Lou continues to head in the direction he was heading, with flyer in hand. Will Lou finally realise dream to become a professional wrestler, or will King have her way and condemn Lou to eternity as her lackey? Find out in the next episode of The Adventures of Lou the Magnificent Cameraman!
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:22:40 GMT -5
Segment: Face the Internet (Credit: Senator)
Kevin “The Internet” Anderson: Here we are back on Meltdown, with Senator Steve Phillips! I caught him right as he was leaving his office…
The Senator: And I did not appreciate it.
Anderson: So then, old man…
Senator: Do not push me.
Anderson: Ok, first question, what’s up with you and Hunter? We all saw that you blew up at him over what? Chump change?
Senator: If you wish to know the real deal behind my aggravation, you need to keep up a bit more. See, Andrew Hunter simply broke the camel’s back with that last straw of financial deception. I have put up with his deviant behavior, his crass language, his unsavory company, and his unexplained absences for years. I have tolerated his horrid attitude, and his abrasive personality. But, upon finding out that he had appropriated my funds without my permission…
Anderson: He couldn’t ask when he was dead!
Senator: He was not dead. And I did not appreciate his lack of communication with that deal. So then, before you rudely interrupted me, I was saying that Hunter has finally reached the point where I can no longer excuse his flaws. True, he is a multiple time ACW World Heavyweight Champion, true, he has been an excellent recruiter for the Stable, and true, although he is as Machiavellian as anyone in this business, he has been loyal beyond measure, and he is typically honorable in the ring.
Anderson: So then, he’s a swell guy, but you can’t stand him? This does not compute!
Senator: Figures that someone with your lack of intellect would not be able to understand. The whole point is that Hunter has his strengths, but his negative aspects have finally overshadowed them with this disclosure.
Anderson: Is he still part of your Stable?
Senator: For the time being, yes. But that could change.
Anderson: Speaking of things that tick you off, isn’t it great that Thunderkiss is our great champion?
Senator: No comment.
Anderson: Come on, we all’ve waited to hear this!
Senator: No comment.
Anderson: If you don’t have a comment, then, let me tell the ACW audience why Thunderkiss is the greatest champ in the history…
Senator: If you continue down that path, I WILL chop you in your throat.
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Post by BK London on Mar 6, 2008 17:24:54 GMT -5
Match 5: Hunter vs. BK London (Credit: BK London)
Wasting no time after the bell rings, the two ACW veterans quickly engange in a quick collar elbow tie up. Both of these men are known for their competitiveness in the ring, one always wanting to steal the show, none of them refusing to lose - that itself should make for a great match up. Quickly BK London latches on a side headlock, but Hunter manages to push BK London into the ropes. Coming off the ropes, BK London looks to take Hunter down with a shoulder block - but Hunter manages to side step it and apply a rear waistlock on the former ACW Champion. Quickly, Hunter attempts a German Suplex, but BK London isn't too keen on having the back of his head drilled into the mat. He blocks it with his foot and now completes a standing switch, getting Hunter in a rear waistlock. Instead of now attempting a German Suplex of his own, BK London manuevers back into a side headlock - and the two are at square one again. But this time, BK London doesn't allow Hunter to counter the manuever, and he quickly takes him down to the mat. Applying the grounded version of a side headlock, he looks to suffocate the 3 time ACW Tag Team Champion. But Hunter manages to slowly rise up to his feet, while still in the clutches of BK London, and he slowly begins to counter it into an elevated wristlock. It's a battle of strength now as both men have their arms high in the air, Hunter looking to take BK London down to the mat while BK London looking to prevent it. Hunter's strength manages to get him the upper hand in this struggle and he's slowly taking BK London down to the mat. He even attempts to sweep the legs, but instead BK London manages to bridge up on his neck to avoid his shoulders being pinned down. BK now drops on his back and tosses Hunter over him with a Judo Flip before returning to his feet. Hunter returns to his feet simultaneously and the two stand off for a brief moment.
It's not much longer before the two engage in battle again, and as they attempt to grapple one another it's Hunter who manages to slip in a toe kick to the abdomen of the former World Champion. Capitalizing on his sneaky manuever with a few forearms to the face, he manages to get BK London on the ropes and whips him across the ring. BK London manages to hold onto the ropes, preventing himself from falling in the clutches of Hunter, but it only keeps him at bay for so long. Hunter charges towards the Grand Slam Champion, hoping to score a clothesline, but BK London side steps him and sends him soaring over the top rope. Oblivious to BK London, Hunter actually manages to grab the ropes and maintains his balance on the apron. A few moments later, BK London turns around and he sees Hunter springboarding off the top rope and coming right for him. Quickly thinking, he attempts a Shades of Michaels - looking to end this one early but Hunter lands on his feet and manages to grab the leg of London. Without wasting even a second, Hunter throws down the leg of BK London and scores with a Side Belly to Belly Suplex. He makes the cover, the first cover of the match, but BK London manages to kick out. Hunter rises up from the cover and grabs BK before throwing him into the turnbuckles. Delivering shoulder after shoulder into the abdomen of the former International Champion, he now whips him across the ring at a high speed. BK London's back meets the corner, and he almost ricochets off the turnbuckle. BK lands face first on the mat below him from the sheer impact of his back meeting the turnbuckle, and he holds his lower back in pain. With a body part injured, Hunter knows what exactly to target.
Hunter picks up BK London once more, and delivers a few more forearms to his jaw before a swift kick in the abdomen. Hunter bounces off the ropes and looks to capitalize with a clothesline to BK's head, but BK fires back with a elbow to the jaw of his fellow two time World Champion. Hunter stumbles around a bit and now it's BK London who bounces off the ropes, seeing the perfect time to strike, he soars through the air and looks for a flying forearm to the jaw. Hunter however manages to scout the manuever and he drives his opponent into the mat with a vicious Samoan Drop. BK howls out as he writhes in pain on the mat, holding his lower back, and Hunter decides not to take this moment to cover. He picks up BK London once more, and delivers a huge backbreaker to the former champion. BK screams out in pain once more, and Hunter now places his hand across the throat of BK London and applies his Backbreaker Stretch. BK's back is being bent in the wrong direction across the knee of Hunter, and while Hunter feels the result of this match going his way, BK London has a totally different expression. After about 15 seconds, RAF asks BK London if he would like to give up - but the Brooklyn Native refuses. That only angers Hunter, and he applies more pressure to the stretch, and he actually hears something crack. Chants of "B-K London! B-K London! B-K London!" sound throughout the ACW arena, and slowly BK London begins to fight back. Knees to the temple of Hunter releases his grip, and BK manages to finally escape. Hunter stumbles to the other side of the ring, holding his jaw while BK London uses the ropes to get up. Hunter charges towards BK London, but BK manages to grab Hunter in a school boy and roll him up. It's almost a three, but Hunter manages to escape the pin.
Both men rise up at the same time, and Hunter nearly takes the head off of the former champion with a vicious lariat. BK London lays motionless in the center of the ring, and Hunter manages to catch his own breath a bit before making the cover. But BK manages to get his shoulder up once more.
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