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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:05:33 GMT -5
Segment: Stable, Minus One (Credit: Senatorial Stable...all three of us)
As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the Stable's locker room, taking the name plate off a certain locker, while Kalb and Fitsharris look on.
Anthony Kalb: Hey, bossman, get yourself together.
Kevin Fitsharris: Alright, I called the others...
The Senator: Hmph. I suppose we do need to meet, but I hardly feel disposed to doing so.
Kalb: So, we're the only ones left from the early days, right? Now that X and Hunter are gone.
Senator: Thank you for the newsflash, Mr. Kalb. I am sure that the media are chomping at the bit to be the first to publish that.
Fitsharris: Jeesh, Senator, snarky enough?
Senator: Speak when you are spoken to, otherwise, you would be wise to shut it.
Before anything else can be said, Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes show up.
Hughes: Hey, you called?
Senator: Yes. I reluctantly brought this meeting about for reasons that you all know, and some more reasons that you should be aware of. First off, we need to refocus, more than ever before. The five of us...well, excluding the Capitalists, the three of us, we are still stronger together than apart, and we are still the Senatorial Stable. We might be lesser in numbers, but we can more than make up for that with an abundance of strategic teamwork. Mr. Hughes, remember when we took the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, and nearly broke him in pieces?
Hughes: How could I forget? It was a beautiful symphony of destruction and the comeuppance that Thuderkiss duly deserved.
Senator: Now, I see one big goal to shoot for now. Fallen Heroes. As per tradition, I want to train for this in my own way. You two are free to join me as you please, although I suggest that you find your own training regimen. One thing that I think is essential is to, shall I say, decrease the major threats for the battle royale. I will speak to you two about this in time.
Hughes: As I said, I can do that better than anyone else around here.
Senator: I agree, and that is why you are part of the team. Now, one other concern, is a total lack of good, committed sparring partners. Mr. Kalb and Mr. Fitsharris are going to be busy with their own independent careers, and are really bad at this sort of thing anyway.
Fitsharris: Hey!
Senator: So then, if either of you know anyone who would be a good sparring partner for the battle royale, do tell.
Freeman seems to be deep in thought for a second, before he looks up...he looks unsure of himself, and speaks slowly at first...as if not sure if this is a good idea...but he speaks anyways.
Freeman: Actually...um...well...I may know somebody...but...well...hmm...When I was still training to wrestle...there was this friend of mine...Dave Morgan...We used to wrestle a lot...and well, he was REALLY good. I mean REALLY good. He was definitely better than me...and then some stuff happened...we haven't talked in...a while. I was thinking about maybe calling him though...and...I dunno...if you want...I can ask him if he wants to...you know...help out?
Senator: Interesting, I think I can arrange for him to obtain at least a temporary contract, if not something more substantial. So then, are we all on the same page here?
Hughes: We certainly are.
Freeman: Definitely. And even though we aren't exactly at a desirable number of members, it's like you said...we're still the Senatorial Stable, and we aren't about to roll over any time soon.
Senator: Good. Consider this meeting finished.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:05:55 GMT -5
Act 1, Scene 1: The Return of A Dynasty (Credit: Jake Steele)[The scene opens up outside of a building, it is a semi-sized, semi-wide building which seems to be very new to the Las Vegas strip. People are seen standing outside, looking up at the building in awe, as it just seemed to appear out of nowhere, or perhaps just being revealed out of nowhere. The crowd of people is damn-near in the thousands, talking with each other about the building and wondering what the hell is it here for, little kids jump up and down asking their moms “What is it, What is it!?” while the parents cannot explain, as they honestly have no clue to what it could be. Front of the building is a sign, but it is covered up by a white flag for mysterious purpose. Walking over the edge is a small but bright figure in a beige business.]: LVPW IS BACK, PEASANTS![Peering over the edge, this figure stands revealing himself to be none other then Danny Mainer with a HUGE grin on his face. He spreads his arms and throws them up for a crowd reaction. Some cheer this and some just act confused as Danny continues with his posing. He’s beaming with delight as his dream has been realized and he’s now back on his feet. He raises both arms Orton Pose style before looking down at the little people below him.]Danny Mainer: I bet you’re all wondering… Danny… Where have you been!? Well, I’ll tell you… I’ve been planning something monumental, something that will truly shake the foundation of The City of Lights… forever!
People of Las Vegas, I give to you, the rebirth… of my mindfucker of a creation, Las Vegas Pro Wrestling![The flag shoots down on cue, and a sign saying “Las Vegas Pro Wrestling” can be clearly seen all throughout Las Vegas, as the many people look on in shock, some in joy of the federation making a return, some wondering why. During all of this commotion, a man cloaked in a hood, with blue jeans, a simple black shirt shuffles through the crowd with his head down, he moves people out of the way and tries to make it to the front of the crowd, he eventually does, and looks up at Danny.]: So we meet again…[The man says it under his breath, as Danny has his arms raised in the air yelling “LVPW!”. The cloaked figure continues to look up at Danny, disgusted by his acts of cockiness.]: Danny, Danny, Danny. I see you haven’t changed one bit. From watching you in GWF, to scoping you out in ACW, you’re still the same egomaniac. Throwing your cash down to the crowd, just to flaunt your wealth, and then abusing your powers to get a win in your own organization. Pathetic really… you have the talent, but you refuse to truly use it, well if I have anything to do with it, I will MAKE you, use your talent.[The man, with his face still covered looking up at Danny, turns around and exits through the crowd, he walks over to the light post, and rests his back against it, folding his arms as he now watches the action from afar.] : LVPW is back, and now is my time to do what I could never accomplish before… I will join this federation, and become champion. No matter who tries to stand in my way, I will do just what I say, and that is become the best in the business.
You can bring all of your men, your people, but… you have to find them first Mainer. You see, this fed is a brand new thing to many, and nostalgia trip to others, but for me… it is Revenge. Revenge for what you never let me get, what you never let me achieve… No longer will I look at you as a mentor nor will I follow your every word or whim. This is a new era, and it’ll take one man to ensure that this era does not go to waste.[The man takes himself off the post, and he unfolds his arms, now putting his hands into his pocket. He takes one hand out of his pocket and puts it over his face where his hood lies, he grabs the edge of it, and pulls it back… the man reveals himself to be a spitting image of AJ Styles, with his hair slicked up, and a look in his eyes of determination.]: Here I Am. The man who will bring Vegas to it’s knees, when I become United Nations Champion. Some call me the “1-Man Revolution“, others call me the “Million Dollar Man”, but you can call me…
Jake Steele.[Jake grabs his hood, throwing it back over his face as he watches Danny dance on top of the building, whilst Jake walks away shaking his head in disgust. LVPW is opening back up, and we already have one determined superstar on the roster. What will he bring to the LVPW, and will he be any match for the other superstars who will rise to the occasion, we’ll find out as the first episode of LVPW: Showtime! Approaches us all.] [Fade.2.Black] [/i] Act 2, Scene 1: Jump.
[The scene opens up exactly where we left off, with Jake Steel walking off screen into the cold air, as we fade to black. The scene may be over, but the story is far from that. We have much more to reveal of the mysterious man known as Jake Steele. And wasting no time, we cut to the next scene as Jake is scene walking down the Las Vegas Strip, hood cloaked over his face, so that only his mouth can be seen to the public. Below that he has a ripped pair of blue jeans, which have a “1” on the ass of it, on his feet, a pair of new-looking Nike Air Force 1’s, the color is blue and black, with a slight trim of gold around the sides of it. Underneath his hood jumpsuit which is unzipped, is a shirt that reads “God Rebellion Clan”, what this means is as mysterious as the man wearing it, yet we continue on. Jake walks down the Strip, shuffling his way past many people who stand in his way, even knocking children past him, as parents scream out at Jake with all their might, yet even the screams of the enraged parents, do not stop Jake from reaching his destination.
Jake sees what is ahead of him as he stops, and even with only his mouth visible, his expression is clear. Happiness. Jake runs now to his destination, and turns down an alleyway, charging at full-speed down the gritty, disease infested alleyway, as Jake leaps on a ladder, beginning to climb like a mad-man, but a mad-man with a cause. Jake reaches the top and hops onto the roof, stopping as he lands on the rock-filled rooftop, Jake ducks to the ground, and grabs a handful of rocks, letting them twiddle through his fingers, and drop back down to the ground, as takes in the “fresh” air of Las Vegas.]
Jake Steele: Nothing like Hell.
[Jake rises to his feet, before walking over to the edge of the rooftop, and peering down at the many people who now look like ants, walking all throughout the city. Jake smirks, and turns himself around still on the edge, to the camera.]
Jake Steele: Smell that? Yes. It is the smell of hell fire burning up the demons who have done wrong. Oh, you cannot smell it? Well maybe it is perhaps because I am unlike many other men, you see, life has been changed for the drastic, for the better as some might say. I was once a young upstanding man, fresh out of the pits of Wrestling School, I had offers from the best, WWE, GWF, UWL… but I turned them all down when I got a call from my idol.
Danny Mainer. He called me up, and promised me a spot in his new federation, Las Vegas Pro Wrestling. He claimed it was a new venture of his, and that I had the talent to possibly even become World Champion. But alas… when I showed up for my debut, what did he say? “Sorry kid, the card is full.” Being the persistent son of a bitch I am, I waited, every single week I waited. For my chance, and yet, nothing. I watched as others became World Champion, and took my spot, which at the time didn’t affect me much because I was promised a spot every week… and what did I get?
Nothing. The lies, they began to show themselves to me, as I realized my idol… was a fraud. He never cared about the people, nor did he care about his own federation, all he cared for, was himself. He took his money from LVPW, and left the company high and dry, for it’s superstars to be left in shame, for their owner had given up on his dream, which surely meant the end. And now, after the fame of ACW, and having your own movie, you now want to return to the ring. And in a fucked up twist of irony, I’m your opponent, the man who couldn’t get a chance to shine, will now illuminate the ring, as I take your body… and BREAK IT.
No, I’m not the strongest. No, I’m not the fastest. I am exactly what I say I am, and that is…
The 1-Man Revolution.
[Jake looks back at his surroundings, which seems to be a fall of 40 ft. Which on impact would kill ANY man, but this doesn’t scare Jake, as he has a message to send, and nothing will stop him from doing just that.]
Jake Steele: Falling. Hmph, something that never scared me. Heights, mean nothing to me because I’ve climbed the highest mountains possible, and scaled the tallest buildings, or in this case, climbed the biggest towers. Either way, it’s pointless to me, and if I have to take death-defying heights when I face you Mainer, I will. I will do anything, and everything in my power to make sure when our match is over, you can not breathe. I want the EMT’s to rush down to the ring, while fans look on in disgust from you constantly leaking blood from your mouth, as your ribs go out of place, crushed. And what will I be doing you ask? Nothing, because when that final bell rings, and my job is done, I will have nothing left to prove to you.
Which means this, I’ll be taking a fall… a fall to what many may call my death. But I call it my rebirth. The rebirth of a man who lost all passion for competition, a man who is now… a shell of himself, a man… who needs to be reborn.
And this man… is me.
Mainer, you may have the money, the wealth, the power of everything on your side. But it shall not matter to me,
Because it takes one man to make a statement… It takes one man to make history… And it takes one man… To Make A Revolution.
[With those words Jake smiles at the camera, and leans back, falling off of the rooftop edge, plummeting to the ground as the cameraman stumbles over himself, and rushes to see what the hell happened to Steele. When he looks down, he sees… nothing. No people in a frenzy, no kids screaming, everything is normal in the city of Las Vegas. Well, that is until Friday Night. Friday Night, the City of Lights gets taken over… and a battle of respect, and revenge will take place. Two men, one goal. Win. LVPW is…
SHOWTIME!] Act 3, Scene 1: Graceful Fall
[The scene opens up exactly where we left off before, with Jake Steele falling off of a tall building, sitting high in the Las Vegas Sky. The scene is different from before as we see Jake falling in slow motion and the camera follows his fall this time, showing exactly how he escaped his death. Upon falling, Jake used something from the sleeve of his hoodie which allowed him to grab onto a guardrail just below and stopped his fall in midair, Jake climbed onto the railing and began to walk slowly down it, seeing yet another jump which could cause the death of him, he looks down and without as much as a second thought, Jake jumps down and lands safely on the ground, before looking to his left and right, desperately trying to find an escape. Jake sees his opening (literally) and he turns to the left, heading down yet another alleyway as he runs nearly at the speed of light while wiping his clothes off, incase he picked up any dust from the hard fall. The alleyway seems to get awkwardly narrow as a light begins to shine on Jake, the closer he gets the exit the brighter the beam of lights gets, he seemingly hit’s the exit when the light hits full blast and blinds Jake knocking him down from the huge rays pounding onto his face, and now beginning to burn through his skin he raises one hand in front his face, trying to stop the lights from fully blinding him, but to no avail, as Jake closes his eyes and falls back onto the hard, cold alleyway ground looking up at the sky, beginning to black out Jake takes deep breaths and starts to sign heavily, all the while a ominous figure approaches Jake, nothing visible to the naked eye as it stands over Jake in all black, the figure leans over and grabs Jake’s head, the figure cocks its fist back… and BAM! Lights out for our hero, Jake Steele, the scene quickly comes to a fade.]
Act 3, Scene 2: Touch Me. And I‘ll Kill You.
[The scene re-opens with the camera focused on our hero, Jake Steele‘s face. He looks to be in a laid down position, but much cannot be seen as all that can be seen is his face, and his neck. Jake lies still for a moment, before his eyes start to peak open, each blink getting bigger and bigger as the moments go on, after a few more moments pass Jake finally gets his eyes fully open and stares up at whatever is in front of his face. The camera pans out of Jake‘s face and he is seen inside of a cell. He quickly hops up and goes grab the cell door but he gets a unpleasant surprise… He is chained to the wall of the cell! Jake turns himself around and tries to yank the chain out, but whoever chained him up was smart and made sure that the chain link was hammered in very, very, VERY tight. Jake takes a deep breath and cocks his fist back, before throwing his arm forward and aiming to SMASH the wall! He puts a crack in the concrete wall but it isn‘t enough to loosen the chains. Jake signs and can really only say thing to culminate this chain of events.]
Jake Steele: FUCK!
[Jake yells out the violent four letter word at the top of his lungs before realizing that he is not alone in the cell. People are seen waking up, looking out of their cells with mirrors, trying to see who is the new “fresh meat“ in the prison. Jake continues to punch the wall in anger trying to break it’s surface, but all that happens is the inevitable factor of his knuckles starting to bleed profusely as he does one last punch and puts a slightly bigger crack in the wall, getting one part of the chain loose, but not loose enough to drop out of it’s socket. Jake turns himself around and sits down onto the ground, he grabs the chain and wraps it around his neck…] [/i] Jake Steele: The Revolution Is Dead…[Jake holds the chain around his neck, and pulls it tighter then he‘s ever pulled anything in his mysterious life, choking the life out of his own body as his consciousness begins to fade, the air in the room is getting thin, and the face of our hero… is near purple, we can say… that this is THE END.
We could… if he didn‘t just pull out the chain from the wall, immediately releasing the pressure from his larynx and slowly bringing the air back into his lungs. He grabs hold of the wall, and tries to pull his body up, but he falls to the ground and lays passed out. The loud “Thud“ of the Jake falling is heard around the prison, and guards rush in, trying to see what the hell has happened. One of the guards quickly pulls out his keys placed in his pocket, and in a hurry, he places the key into the keyslot, he twists it and Jake Steele is seen, out cold.]Guard #1: Damnit, another prisoner dead. Come on Johnson, move him out. [The Guards move over to Jake Steele, who is “dead“ in their eyes. They both grab a arm of his, and go to carry him out, they reach the door when… Jake lifts his head up and two blades extend from his arm, as he breaks free of the guards‘ hold and he impales both of them in the neck, he smiles with the blades in each neck as the camera makes a close up of his face. He releases the blades and lets the guards drop to their death as they hold their necks while blood splatters out. Jake looks at the guards and smiles yet again before running out of the cell and jumping off a railing that sits before him, as he jumps off the camera goes in slow motion and sees Jake in mid-air with his arms spread like a bird, the camera goes back to normal speed and Jake lands on the ground, right through a wooden table that seemed like it was just waiting for him to jump off. Jake sits up wipes the wood off of his clothing, as he jumps up and begins to run out of the prison while alarms are heard in the background.]Jake Steele: The depths of Hell have opened, and my chance to jump in… is NOW.[Jake continues to run through the prison as he approaches a glass door, Jake gets closer and closer as he puts up a arm and gets ready through smash through, he pulls his elbow back and lunges forward!
Fade To Black as the sound of glass shattering can be heard.][/center]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:07:45 GMT -5
Match 3: Jon Taylor vs. Andrew Starr (Credit: Jason Freeman)
It’s the Second Coming vs the Entourage…and as always, stable tension=RATINGS. So as the two men stare each other down, the crowd instantly begins to cheer for whoever their favorite is. Since it’s just a cliché…the faster guy attacks first…and that’s what happens here, as Starr runs forward, with a kicking combo. But it’s also cliché that the technical guy reverses everything, so of course, Taylor manages to grab the leg of Starr, and then kicks his other leg out from under him. Starr hits the ground, and Taylor drops an elbow on the knee of Starr, and yanks his leg upwards. Starr manages to roll away however, and as they both stand, Starr kicks Taylor with a side kick, before hitting a step over heel kick, that sends him to the ground. Starr jumps on Taylor for a pin, knowing full well that he won’t win with that…and as he figured, Taylor kicks out. As they both stand again, Starr goes for a leg sweep, but Taylor manages to dodge it, and now he throws a couple of kicks that backs Starr into the ropes. He begins to punch him a bit, before irish whipping him across the ring. He tries to throw a clothesline, but Starr ducks, and as Taylor turns he is hit by a cross body.
Starr’s speed and Taylor’s technique play well off of each other, as both of them trade the advantage…but Taylor manages to start using a bit more power as the match goes on, and get a bit of control against the former Entertainment Champion. He hits a nice shin kick, and then tries to lock Starr in an armbar. He wrenches on the pressure, but Starr reaches the rope, and the hold is broken. As the two fight on, Taylor attempts to hit an electric chair drop, but Starr rolls forward to roll up Taylor…1….2..kick out. As they both get up, Starr throws one more high kick, but Taylor ducks, gets behind him, and this time DOES manage to hit an electric chair drop…1….2…kick out. Taylor lifts Starr off the ground slowly, and attempts to set him up for the Taylor Made, and end this match while he has Starr stunned, but Starr easily slips out of his grasp, and out of nowhere, punches him, irish whips him to the corner, and hits the Shoot to Thrill. Taylor falls into the middle of the ring, and Starr climbs the turnbuckle. He poses, and then jumps with the Inject the Venom…1….2….KICK OUT!
Starr does have a bit of an advantage, and he manages to weaken Taylor further, obviously hoping to work towards an ending of the match. Starr begins to pound on him a bit, hoping to get him stunned enough to hit an Andrew Starr Lariat…and he is surprised to have the control reversed out of nowhere, as Taylor suddenly slips behind him and hits him with a german suplex, bridging for a pin…1….2…kick out. Starr gets up, almost at the same time as Taylor, and Taylor attempts to grab him and get him to the ground for the Triangle of Perfection, but Starr hits a well placed kick to Taylor’s ribs…and then backs into the ropes, and swings for the Andrew Starr Lariat! Taylor however, ducks to the ground and hits a leg sweep, knocking Starr to the floor, and before Starr can get up, Taylor quickly locks in the Triangle of Perfection! Starr struggles at first, but he knows it’s hopeless. He’s locked in good, and has no choice but to submit.
Phillip: Here is your winner…Jon Taylor!
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:09:50 GMT -5
"I Did It Again" (Credit: Anonymous)
I truly grow tired of Rattlesnake and his worthless attempts at trying to outsmart me. He's only proving two points every time he does this. One, that no matter what, I'm the superior man. Two, that he can take any kind of punishment and let it affect his judgment on what he could do and what he should do.
He really is a miserable example of what everyone in ACW is. That's why I have come along. I'm here to fix the mistake that all of you have made. I'm going to teach each and every one of you a lesson, not just in the mistakes you made, but also in the mistakes you'll make.
I watch week in and week out and I can't help but feel that ACW would be a lot better off if you all gone. Take Thunderkiss for example, if he is our glorious World Champion, then he should be the foundation that holds this place together. I look at him and all I see is another mindless drone that's been made to make all of the monkeys cheer.
I understand why Hunter left. He couldn't bear another day with all you simpletons. I didn't think anyone here had the brains to do something smart, but Hunter proved me wrong. Bravo Hunter, bravo. Now stay the fuck out.
Over the past few months, some popular names in this place have left or retired. I make it my goal to increase that number. I'll do it through any means necessary. Just be forewarned, in doing this, you all will have no choice but to place your cheers for me as I go on my quest to vanquish the on-going problems that exist in ACW.
Your TRUE savior has arrived. Greet me properly or I won't hesitate to take you down. You know that saying "if you're not with me, you're against me." That definitely applies here. But if you are against me, god help you because no one else will.
Fallen Heroes is vastly approaching. Are you ready to meet your new savior? You should be and you will pledge your allegiance to me.
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:10:48 GMT -5
Segment: Got Heroes? (Credit: FSX)
Can you do whatever a spider can? I sincerely doubt it, unless your a mutant from a fictional world....or some sort of super geek that has created a machine that has fused his DNA with that of a spider. If the latter is the case, I am honestly very afraid and assume that you are planning on destroying the world. Which is the perfect segway to wondering of those that truly wish to become the super heroes that they read about as a child. Though many among us will never read a comic book, and some find the fact that they were an unusual amount of spandex, and on average have a bizarrely unrealistic bulge, deep down it is true that everyone wishes they could be a hero. Whether you dream of saving the elderly from a telemarketer, or saving the world from some sort of gigantic monster planet that will doom us all, there is little doubt that being a hero is a great thing. It is truly unfortunate that we can't develop super powers somehow, or discover an inherent ability to walk through walls and control all aspects of metal, but that is simply how we were designed. However...it is never impossible to become a hero. Everyone has that potential, just as everyone has the potential to become a villain as well...
That may lead many to ponder which of the two it is that Fallen Souls wants to be. Many became aware immediately following Ragnarok that Fallen was incredibly interested in doing all that he could to win the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, and go on to face the World Champion as OMEGA EFFECT! But seeing that he soon after managed to capture the International Title, he became almost immediately distracted from his goal. Now that his title reign has come and gone, however, it is time for him to once again take up his dreams and attempt to accomplish what no one thinks him capable of! Well the favorite to win the match may be Adrian Flamingo, or The Senator, or perhaps even Thunder Train for a deliciously locomotive twist, it's a well known fact that Fallen is very far down the list of those with a chance in hell of victory. In fact, one would assume that Thunderkiss would miraculously enter and win the match before Fallen could. Still, that isn't about to stop FSX from training ridiculously hard regardless! Where to start? Where better then the streets of ACW island?....Dwight Gym!
FSX: Ah, it's like a walk down memory lane! Too bad they changed the name of the street to concussion avenue.
Aside from the fact that ACW island is known for it's ridiculously named streets, it is also known for the gym of the greatest teacher ever! That's right, Gary has a gym that teaches people how to beat BK London miraculously. The Libertines went there! Anyway, Fallen is more interested in going Tim Dwight's gym. As he had a look around the dingy looking neighborhood that Fallout's farm gym was located, Fallen seemed to really be taking a trip down memory lane as he thought of all the good times he had with Dwight! Beating up people like the Franci$e, learning how to mat wrestle with him before getting kicked in the face by Bladeshadow, taking off a year from professional wrestling to teach students with him -- I mean to meet him in a mental asylum! Riight...anyway, alot of memories is the basic gist of things!
FSX: Let's see...did they paint the place yet, or are they still trying to make it blend in with a homeless center? Hmm...little bit of both. Looks kind of like a recently painted homeless center. Weird.
A small smirk appearing on Fallen's face, he could only chuckle as he had a good look at the building and remember the good fun that he used to have there. It would be a blast to hang out with an old friend like Dwight! Whistling to himself now for the moment, Fallen casually strolled on up to the door and reached to open it, well prepared to say something ridiculous as he entered! Unfortunately, something dreadful seems to of happened!
FSX: The hell is going on here? Dwight Gym is never locked! That can only mean one possible thing has happened! TIM DWIGHT HAS DIED!
Could it possibly be true? Has one of the most respected and loved individuals in ACW and Fallout's illustrious history bit the bucket without alot of buzz? No! This is horrible! Tears growing in Fallen's eyes, he looked to be breaking down as he thought of the old man being dead! Sniffling, he took a look at the crumbled note that was attached to the door. Double taking as he read it however, it seems that things aren't the way that Fallen thinks they are after all..
Backstage at Meltdown. Doing special training with those looking to win Fallen Heroes. Facility located directly across the hall from Senatorial Locker Room. Be back Friday.
FSX: Well, this was a wasted trip! Now I have to walk all the way back to the damn arena just to train before my match! That's too much a fuss..I guess I'll just have to give up on Fallen Heroes. Damn!
??: Did somebody say 'Damn'?
Whoa, it couldn't be? Turning around slowly to see the individual that had stopped to stare at him as Fallen cursed to himself, his eyes could only widen as he discovered immediately who it was! He could hardly contain his excitement! Ron Simmons?!
FSX: Wooo! Homeless guy who is trying to avenge his family from ninjas! How's it going? I haven't seen you in a good three years! Did you ever kill those ninjas?
Man: What? No, it's me! Stan Carlson! We used to hang out in little Germany....well...we never really hung out, but I sold you some gills!
FSX: Oh yeeeah...you know, those gills never did work! I tried to use them, but I could barely breathe under water! In fact, I could barely breathe above water. Suffice to say I nearly suffocated myself with them.
Stan: Yeah, I remember that. You tried to sue me but the courts thought it was a bad joke! Good times..
They stared death at each other for just a moment, before Fallen shrugged and walked down the stairs to embrace him in a hug. They both seemed to have a good laugh of the previous events, or perhaps they just liked to joke around with each other! Either way, Fallen seemed very please to meet up with someone that would talk to him with no hidden obligations..sorta.
FSX: So how have you bee--
Stan: You want to win the Fallen Heroes big match, right? I've got a secret weapon that will guarantee you victory!
FSX: Oh yeah..? Well..I'm listening. What is it? Some kinda radioactive waste that will give me super powers?
Stan: Nope, thirty pounds of rat poison!
FSX: ...What?! The fuck am I going to do with rat poison?! I can't inject myself with that! I'd die!
What were you expecting, steroids? With a casual smile, Stan took a step away from Fallen before waving for a rather large man to walk over to him. The man waddled over almost as if he was a penguin, holding up a bag in the air as he grinned idiotically.
Stan: See here? A good thirty pounds of the stuff! You invite all of your opponents to have a drink with you before the match, and BAM! BAM! BAM! They all hit the floor dead!
FSX: That's really screwed up man! REALLY screwed up! I'm not like alot of the guys in the back! I don't want to ACTUALLY kill any of them!
Stan: No? Well, come on! At least take a look at the merchandise! Igor! Show it to him!
Igor: Yuppity yuppity Mister!
With a broad grin, the mammoth idiot of a yokel lifted up the bag and began to pour out some rat poison in Stan's hand, before effectively dumping out the product on top of him. Letting out a burning cry, Stan began to pat and try to get the stuff off of him as he rocked and jolted back and forth, jumping around as he attacked Igor.
Stan: WHAT THE FUCK IS FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I'M COVERED IN POISON! POISON!!!!
Igor: Yuppity yuppity! No poisony my favoritest wrestlers for you, Mister! Jin is for the win!
FSX: Er...I'm gonna go ahead and leave now. Probably just try, you know, regular training in order to prepare for the match. Good luck with that whole...poison..thing.
Taking a few steps away from them, Fallen took a jump into his step and began a mad dash away from the two as Stan reached out toward him with a few swings, apparently attempting to simply take a hold of him as he continued to spasm and jump in his skin. Managing to escape his grasp, Igor laughed merrily to himself as Fallen made his way from the scene as fast as he possibly could. There are naturally kinks in the road of many as they quest to do something great, but in all honesty rat poison isn't usually involved. What an odd twist, but what will become of it? Will this running help Fallen get into tip top shape before his match with Senator, or simply wind him? Who knows...well, at least he's still trying.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:11:35 GMT -5
Segment “Priorities” Credit: T-Kiss
[Duffle bag in hand, Thunderkiss walks into his home away from home feeling stressed to be back here once again. Another show, another performance and another day away from sunny California. He had to practically drag himself away from his recreational activities this morning and has arrived to the arena extremely late as a result. On the bright side, Anna made the trip with him once again and he will get to see his comrades, so things aren’t all that bad. Speaking of comrades, as he opens the door to his locker room, a very familiar face greets him with a smile.]
Wilcox: Hey Champ! Running late, I see.
Thunderkiss: Traffic was bad.
Wilcox: It was? That’s funny, I just got here and the highway was less congested as usual.
[Ahhhh, caught in a lie. As far as Wilcox is concerned, this may be the first of many to come. With a devious smile on his face, he asks the following question with the soul purpose to agitate. He succeeds.]
Wilcox: So how did your training go this past week?
[Wilcox watches him closely, looking for any sign of a lie. Seeing him become more frustrated by the second confirms his suspicions.]
TK: It went well.
Wilcox: Well? That’s surprising considering I heard that you went to Hawaii.
TK: Then if that’s what you heard, why the interrogation? I mean what the fuck, seriously.
Wilcox: You didn’t train at all, did you TK?
[Frustration gives way to seething anger.]
TK: NO. NO I DIDN’T WILCOX. I’M SORRY FOR HAVING A LIFE.
[Wilcox shakes his head in disappointment. He had just expressed his concerns about his client’s negligence at Genocide and it appears his talk went in one ear and out the other.]
Wilcox: You know, I hate doing things this way Kiss. You know how much this is frowned upon now, but if you refuse to at least give a few hours to your body I have no other choice.
[From his back pocket Wilcox pulls out a syringe filled with HGH. This is an all too familiar process for TK, but unlike before, he gets sickened the moment his eyes fall upon the needle.]
TK: GET THAT SHIT AWAY FROM ME!
Wilcox: What the hell is wrong with you?
TK: I don’t want it anymore!
[Ripping the needle out of Wilcox’s hand, an enraged Thunderkiss makes his way to his bathroom where he throws it down the toilet and flushes it. Returning to Wilcox like a bullet from a gun, he gets right in his face and spews his anger from his mouth as if it was fire.]
TK: What the hell is wrong with ME?! With ME?! No, how about what the hell is wrong with YOU!? You’ve been pumping that SHIT into me since day one without ANY concern for my well being. Do you REALIZE my life expediency? Do even have a clue what this business does to people? No, no you don’t because you are too GOD DAMNED worried about getting a paycheck. Now see yourself out.
[TK turns his back on his sports manager and retreats into his private locker room with the slamming of its door. Dejected, Wilcox hangs his head in the main Entourage foyer for a few seconds before letting out a big sigh as he wonders if this will be the last time he ever steps foot in this place.]
Wilcox: You know, I don’t know what’s wrong with you kid. Its like you’re not even the same person anymore.
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:12:12 GMT -5
SEGMENT: The Expansion of Borders (Credit: Mainer)
Danny Mainer’s locker room is looking pristine as ever. It’s neat and tidy and well looked after and in the room is the TV, the couch and the mini-fridge as well as the little stereo which Danny would frequently rave to in the privacy of his own locker room. Sitting on the couch in a black hoodie with the hood up and a pair of blue bell-bottom jeans adorned with red and white high-top converse is none other then Mei-Feng Shinoda. Her feet are up on the coffee table in front of the TV and she’s got the remote in one hand doing the age old sport of channel surfing flicking through the TV. She stops on Scuzz and watches as she gets a shot of Dimebag Darrel playing a rockin’ solo in the video of Cowboys from Hell. She nods her head along to the tune before changing channel again as the door is booted open and Mei-Mei jumps out of her skin.
Walking into the room is none other then The King of Vegas, Danny F’N Mainer with a MONSTROUSLY huge smile on his face. Extremely arrogant from the step-in, Danny’s cocky and confident as he stands in his black camouflage cargo pants, beige work boots with steel shin-guards and his King of Vegas t-shirt. A position of power as he stands in the Triple H pose fully exposing his waist. Wrapped around that waist is none other then one of ACW’s Crown Jewels, The International Title. Feeling EXTREMELY confident that he has gold around his waist he swaggers in with his arms held up. Mei-Feng quickly calms down as she sees that it’s none other then her egocentric boyfriend in the room as is per usual. She does a backward roll over the couch landing on her feet walking over to her boyfriend, The King of Vegas.
She runs into his arms and the two embrace. It’s the first time they’ve seen each other since the show due to Danny’s expansive autograph sessions. Danny and Mei-Feng look lovingly into each others eyes as Danny’s natural hunger for life is fuelled even further with the title belt around his waist. Danny and Mei-Feng quickly liplock with Danny’s hand reaching up the back of Mei, he tugs at the hoodie as they kiss and it falls down exposing her long length of shiny black hair which is sleek and well looked after. Danny walks forwards as Mei-Feing leaps up wrapping her legs around the waist of The King. Danny holds her up as the continue to kiss. Danny walking slowly with the added weight moves over to the couch gently dumping her over the backend while breaking the kiss. Mei-Mei giggles as Danny poses with his belt again.
Mei-Feng: Hey-hey champ! I could’ve hurt myself!
Danny: Awwww! Baby! I’m sorry. Tonight I’m going to make it up to you. TONIGHT… we DINE… IN HE-… that new Italian place just round the corner from the LVPW gym! How does THAT sound?
Mei-Feng: That sounds like fun Danny. How’s my champ?
Danny: Your champ is FEELIN’ FINE! Hold up baby, I’m just gonna’ check my wallet and see how much cash MO-NEH I have. Then if needs be I’ll get some cash from the ATM machine. If all else fails, we don’t pay! Then, after our dinner meal we’ll crash back at our place and I’ll show you what ELSE I’m the champ of!
Danny slyly winks at Mei-Feng who lights up with a seductive smile. Danny slicks back his hair as he ruffles through his pockets trying to find his wallet. He pulls out a black No Fear wallet and opens it up before looking at the wad of cash he holds on him. Inside the dollar slot is at least 150 bucks on him, which should be more then enough for some fancy pants meal. Danny is about to put the money back in when something catches his attention. In the cash slot just poking out is the corner of a photograph. Danny puts the money back in slowly and takes the picture out. It’s a picture from a little park in Las Vegas, it’s a picture from Danny’s childhood. He looks over the picture and sees that it’s him… and Caitlynn Dufraisne sat on a round-a-bout. His heart sinks and he immediately leaps out of his skin as a voice goes over his shoulder from the couch.
Mei-Feng: Hey Danny what’cha got there?
Danny quickly stuffs the photo back into the cash slot panicking somewhat before folding up the wallet without another word.
Danny: Nothin’! Uhh it was just quarter in the wrong pocket that’s all. You know I have OCD about those sort of things… heh.
If readers know anything about women, they should know that they can tell lies from a mile off and Mei-Feng immediately picks up on this but doesn’t give off. Mei-Feng smiles nicely and sweetly as Danny turns around and stuffs the wallet back in his pocket. Mei-Feng has detected since they met that there was always something… off about Danny. Something he wasn’t letting on and Mei-Feng may have finally found the rope to pull to find out. She NEEDED to get a hold of that wallet and find out what he was hiding from her because even if it’s an invasion of privacy, lovers don’t keep secrets from each other as a good relationship is based on trust and friendship and if Danny’s keeping something from her which is NOT a normal trait of his seeing as he shouts his shit across the world through the ACW interviewers then this must be something seriously amiss. As such, Mei-Mei keeps her thoughts to herself as she gets up off the couch. She walks over to Mainer and grabs his hand dragging him towards the couch, him being entranced in her beauty. She talks to Danny in a low… quiet voice seductively and why is it quiet? To make him listen.
Mei-Feng: I don’t think we should wait for you to show me what you’re good at… I think you should show me right now… with the cameras and the lights on Danny… I think you should show me your mad skills…
Danny is unable to stop himself from smirking cockily at the beautiful woman before him.
Danny: But baby… we don’t have an Xbox here! How am I going to show them how to string together a 15 move fatality.
Mei-Feng drags her hand down her face in dismay at the King’s geekyness and due to his quick return to humour wonders if there actually is anything wrong with Danny and she’s just being paranoid but even still she’s going to take a look when she gets a shot because she worries about Danny sometimes. Having such a huge ego 24/7 is incredibly hard work for a mortal man. One has to wonder how long he can last like this without burning himself out as having a huge ego takes work, unless you’re Randy Orton in which case it comes as easy as an Ol’ Fashioned Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kick. Getting sidetracked here. The Maine Man then smiles wryly. Mei-Feng looks at him a cold drop-dead look and then he notices the camera’s are still on. Danny seeing Mei-Feng standing at the side of the couch looking at the TV yells out.
Danny: ”LOOK OUT!”
Danny flies forward pushing Mei-Feng face-down onto the couch using his own body to cover her. Mei-Feng seems annoyed by this gesture until she feels the arms of Danny wrapping around her waist as he lies on top of her smiling smugly. Mei-Feng tries faintly to escape but can’t be bothered. Danny smiles as he breathes down her neck.
Danny: I thought I saw a psycho killer! I only did it to save you!
Mei-Feng: Yeah you Danny! You could’ve broken my neck with the fall.
Danny: Could’ve, but didn’t. You’re OK now aren’t you?
Mei-Feng: Well yeah but…
Danny: Then stop your bitchin’! Besides, I’m taking you out ALL NIGHT because I’ve got the night off tonight. Next week I’m also planning to find my FIRST challenger through the medium of First Come First Serve with the first ever edition of ‘The Last Stand’ Invitational. Should be nice to watch me hand asses to pathetic little challengers with no skills. Someone poor idiot is going to get KO’d, it’ll be funny.
Mei-Mei giggles at Mainer’s crazy antics but for the first time Mei can see past all the smiles and the bravado and she can see that there’s something SERIOUSLY wrong with Danny and it all lies within the context of that thing that was in his wallet. She MUST find out what it was and the moment Danny falls asleep she’ll find it. She’ll get to the bottom of it but what Mei-Feng does not know is that this will rock their worlds… forever.
[Fade]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:12:57 GMT -5
Match 4: Fallen Souls vs. The Senator (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS VS. FALLEN SOULS X ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
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Senator Steve Phillips Age: 40 Height: 5'11" Weight: 195 lbs. Hometown: Washington, D.C.
Fallen Souls X Age: 28 Height: 5'8" Weight: 192 lbs. Hometown: Seoul, South Korea With the grand strains of Hail to the Chief playing, he steps into the entrance way, and does a Nixon style Victory pose. He then crosses his arms rapidly as red, white, and blue tickertape shoots into the air from the entrance. The Senator then walks to the ring, shadowboxes in the corner, punching the turnbuckle a few times, and then strikes another Victory pose in the middle of the ring before usually addressing the audience.
Oh, come on! >.> Make this up yourself, lazy people! It shouldn't be all that hard! ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: The resentment these two men have for each other is so thick you can almost cut it with a knife. Feeling betrayed, Steve Phillips wants to teach this “whelp” a lesson or two but the extremely hot FSX does not want to play school boy! As the bell rings both men charge each other and begin with a tradional lock up! A much better wrestler, Steve Phillips easily out grapples the master of the 24th letter, but as he soon finds out keeping him down is a lot harder than he thinks. As Phillips drives him down to a knee with an arm bar, FSX somersaults his body around to negate the arm twist, and counters with a fierce back elbow! He nails the Senator right in his chops and a trickle of blood flows from his mouth. Upon tasting his own bodily fluid, the Senator becomes enraged and fires back with a WASHINGTON LARIAT that almost takes FSX’s head right off his shoulders. Now a well placed lariato will keep a man dazed for a good period of time, and since The Senator knows nothing but well placed lariatos, its needless to say that FSX is in dream land. Using this time wisely, the Senator grabs FSX, climbs up to the 2nd rope and then leaps off with a bulldog face plant that he likes the call the LIBERALIZER! FSX gets canvas and Phillps with a cover by only gets a two point nine! MATCH MIDPOINT: During the match’s mid point, both FSX and the Senator trade blows and control time with neither seizing the advantage for long. Its FSX’s quick strike moves verses the Senator’s feared knife edge chops and right now the true winner is the fans. As the Senator nails FSX in the chest to down him, he bounces off the ropes and comes back with a SHINING CAPITOL! FSX moves his body back but Phillips’ heel connects, albeit slightly. Feeling the pain thrive down his body, FSX is helpless as he is lifted to his feet and then driven back into the corner. There the Senator returns to his knife edge chops and drives FSX down to a sitting position where he then gets his feet into action. Boot after boot finds its way on FSX’s chin and he’s had enough. Grabbing Philips by his leg, FSX cranks him to his back with a devastating dragon screw. Phillips’ hand comes towards his head in an effort to shake off the cobwebs, but he is not even given time to blink as FSX lifts him up and drives him back down with a RAINBOW STO! At the competition of this move FSX turns Phillips over onto his back and leaps on top of him, hoping for a quick conclusion of this match. It comes to know one’s surprise that Phillips kicks out. The old man lives on to fight another day, or rather a few more minutes in this case. Hoping to wear him down, FSX slaps on a sleeperhold and keeps it on tight all the way to the match’s finish. MATCH ENDING: With the end of the match near, Steve Phillips is able to make his way out of FSX’ sleeper by driving him into the nearest corner and loosening his grip. Once free, Phillip turns and breaks out his WASHINGTON LARIAT once more and knocks FSX into a 180 spin. Grounded, FSX tries to regain his bearings and the Senator hopes to capitalize! He climbs up onto the 2nd rope and perches himself there for an elbow drops and nails it. Enjoying the success of that move, the Senator goes to the corner and again and hopes to deliver the knock out shot due to some higher elevation. As he climbs, FSX begins to stir. As the Senator finally makes it to the top, he realizes he was a tad bit slow and that’s going to cost him! His eyes open to the size of half dollars as he sees his former Stable mate vertical, staring at him with a scowl of defiance! Leaping up onto the ropes, FSX nails Steve in the gut and prevents him from any further movement! There, he then lifts the Senator up onto his shoulders and then scales up to the top rope! One 180 later, FSX leaps off with a hellacious SOUL TRANSFER! The emerald fusion lands Steve’s body in a way it was not designed to fall and KO’s him long enough for the former IN to capture the victory! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: FSX! As FSX celebrates his victory over The Senator, the arena suddenly plunges into darkness. Only murmurs from the fans can be heard as everyone’s wondering what could be occurring. Suddenly the Alphatron illuminates with a simple message:THE REVOLUTION IS COMING…
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:13:46 GMT -5
4 P’s (Credit: Flamingo)
As the cameras opened, Kevin Anderson was sprinting down the ACW hallways as if his pants were on fire or he was being chased by jaguars or he was being chased by a jaguar while his pants were on fire. Kevin was a flash of polyester, pushing through ACW crewman staff sending equipment, papers, and cups a coffee flying in the air all with a red face, lungs puffing desperately for air, and a stitch in his side that was five seconds away from causing him to collapse. Fortunately for Kevin, he pushed through the Flamingo dressing room and collapsed on the floor.
Adrian and Mickey nonchalantly glanced over at Kevin puffing for air on the floor before returning to what they were doing. Mickey was enjoying a cup of coffee and the sports section of the local newspaper, Adrian was nodding his head in rhythm to a sound nobody could hear as he toyed around with his crowbar. Finally, Kevin managed to stand slowly and through hard, deep breaths, he managed to speak.
Kevin Anderson: BK… Gingerdude… Fallen Heroes… he wants… you!
Adrian was in the process of tossing his crowbar up into the air, but as Kevin finished speaking, he allowed his crowbar to fall to the ground with a loud clang. Without saying so much as a word, Adrian was up and out of the room. Mickey also dropped his newspaper before joining Adrian in running to Gingerdude’s office. Without so much as a knock, Adrian jerked the door open and he and his uncle entered the room like a couple of SWAT team members.
Adrian Flamingo: Gingerdude, what the hell do you think you’re doing?
The camera quickly panned over to Gingerdude who was in the middle of a sandwich before tossing it down on his plate.
Gingerdude: Nothing now, Adrian. What do you want?
Gingerdude went to stand up, but Mickey ushered him to sit back down before exiting the room and shutting the door behind him. Adrian sat down in a chair facing Gingerdude and a smile crept across his face.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, Gingerdude let me answer your question with a question of my own. What was BK London doing in here?
Gingerdude sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.
Gingerdude: Adrian, what do you think? He wants another shot at you. He also said that it would mean big money and pay-per view buyrates and I have to agree with him. You guys had a hell of a match at Genocide, and I know the crowd is itching to see that again.
Adrian smiled, money was what Gingerdude wanted… and Adrian’s father was a hell of a businessman.
Adrian Flamingo: Oh yeah, Ginger, the rematch will make you a lot of money… but do you want some small, itty bitty amount at the end of the month… or a hell of a lot of money in the future?
Now it was Gingerdude’s eye that was twinkling.
Gingerdude: I’m listening.
Adrian flashed one of his patented smiles.
Adrian Flamingo: Well Ginger, the thing that made our match a big draw for Genocide was that it was around 6 months in the making. For 6 months fans at home had to sit and wait and watch with hopes that one day the match would finally take place. Well, if we got that much money from waiting 6 months, why in the world would we rush the rematch to take place a month later? Think about it Ginger, the demand is there, but who says we can’t make them wait a little longer and let that demand grow?
Gingerdude: Well, what about that saying, a bird in the hand is worth more than two in the bush?
Adrian scoffed.
Adrian Flamingo: Those two birds are not in the bush, Gingerdude; those two birds are in a cage. This is guaranteed money, and to waste that opportunity right now would be stupid. You’d be the laughing stock of the wrestling world, Ginger, more than Kevin Anderson even. Trust me; I know the business world inside and out. You can’t give the customer everything they want all at once, you gotta make them wait and anticipate it! Think about it.
With that, Adrian left the room leaving Gingerdude to his own thoughts. Adrian wondered if Gingerdude’s thought process would improve if he had a light ticking in his head too. There was something about that slow, steady rhythm that cleared your mind. It was sort of a shame that Adrian had this gift all to himself.
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:14:04 GMT -5
Segment: Beckoning (Credit: Lucrezia)
Small children delight in playgrounds. Teenagers derive pleasure from video games. Adults revel in sexual potency and welcome the subsequent myriad of complications. For Lucrezia Damiano, the world is her plaything, a malleable amusement park where everything is free, and the concept of "waiting in line" is an abstract philosophy under scrutiny by lunatics. Lucrezia plucked a monarch butterfly from the petals of a nesting flower, restraining its beating wings in her viselike grip. At her insistance, brother and sister left the ACW arena to sit underneath the darkening sky in a field of green grass.
Ever the domestic, Cesare packed two pastrami sandwiches in a knapsack purchased from an Italian delicatessen. Lucrezia ignores her dripping sandwich, focusing on the butterfly trapped in her hand, beating its wings in a feeble, useless attempt at escaping. Her features quite stoic, the psionic woman pins the butterfly down on the grass and bites off its two antennae. If the butterfly was capable of verbal communication, a piercing wail would have undoubtedly filled the still night air. Lucrezia tears off a bit of wing to join the moistened antennae stewing on her tongue.
Cesare: Your sandwich is getting cold.
Lucrezia: I'm not--gulp--hungry.
A cell phone buzzes on the grass, vibrating between the siblings. Cesare appraises the caller with a clenched jaw. It's his father, no doubt clamoring to know if he successfully lured the "lamb," the last component to the ritual. Lucrezia smacks her lips. She grants her crippled captive freedom. The corners of her mouth twitch as she watches the broken butterfly 'limp' away.
Cesare: Are you nervous to confront the lamb?
Lucrezia: I have butterflies in my tummy.
He cannot tell if his sister cracked a clever pun or did not bother to answer his question. As demonstrated by her fondness for butterfly torture, her humanity is slipping further and further away to a dark, unreachable abyss. Cesare agreed to partake in the ritual to save his sister. Ironically enough, Lucrezia's condition worsens day by day. The more blood she consumes, the darker her heart grows. Lucrezia falls down to the earth, lifting an arm lazily to the night sky.
Lucrezia: Mercury tickles my skin. Why does your stomach bubble with acid so?
Cesare: I'm nervous. And I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure about anything.
Lucrezia: God halted the sacrifice of Isaac, and blessed Abraham with the lamb, entangled in the bushes.
Sister leans closer, breathing hotly on Cesare's exposed neck.
Lucrezia: She. Must. Die.
Lucrezia busies herself with a few night fairies. Cesare draws his knees closer to his chest. He trusted his father, but his father has not delivered. He trusted God, but God has not answered. Both avenues of support crumpled about his ears. Who do you turn to when the father forsakes you? When your God abandons you? The most unlikely is always the most likely. He needs the lamb. With a trembling hand, Cesare reaches for the cellular and dials a number, knuckles quite pale.
Cesare: Hello, Miss? My name is Cesare Damiano. I need your help.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:15:09 GMT -5
Segment: The Revolution Arrives (Credit: Jake S.) [We return to ACW Programming and to the delight of the ACW fans, The titantron begins to flicker on and off, as the lights in the arena do the same. The fans all around look up in amazement, as the Titantron flickers on and off more then before, now with the speed of a cougar. The lights flicker more, and more, and more until… Everything stops. All lights cut off, and nothing around the arena can be seen, except for small pieces of light emitting from various people in the audiences cell phones. The titantron turns back on and a message is displayed on the huge screen.]“The Revolution Is Coming.” [The message we have seen all night fades out as the camera pans out a bit, we come to a slight pause before…]“BOOM!”Jake Steele: Finally... I have arrived. The long-awaited debut of "The One Man Revolution" Jake Steele! The man who is going to single-handedly bring ACW to it's knees. A man who will go against anybody, at anytime or anyplace... just to defeat the top-tier of ACW, and soon become Champion. Whether that means Entertainment Championship, International Championship, or World Championship, hell, I'm qualified for all three... and no matter how long it takes to achieve it, I will become a holder of each title, I don't care who I have to go through, because I will give it my all and walk out... a champion. Putting another chapter in the story, of Jake Steele. [The fans give a mixed reaction to Jake, all the while he looks on with even more confidence expressed over his face.]Jake Steele: Speaking of stories... my story is a long one, so I won’t tell you all the whole thing. I started wrestling at the age of nine, where me and my brothers would put on shows, to not only gain money but to gain respect, the one thing we strived for was just that… respect. Something many of us cannot ever dream of obtaining, the one thing, in my eyes, that truly makes you a man. The one thing I could never earn was respect, people laughed at me and said that I would never amount to shit, and that the only thing I was good for was jumping off of houses and kil-… [Jake pauses for a moment, with his head down to the mat. He rises his head up and continues his speech to the crowd, as they stay oblivious to whatever Jake almost said.]Jake Steele: The story continues soon for me... Whether it be right now in this ring, or next Monday on Warfare, I will step into the ring as a warrior, and my opponent will be gunning for demise. I can say this to whoever I face next Monday, whether it be Ross Lambert, Jay Zero, hell even El Jobber! I will... win... because since I'm new here you guys may not exactly know this but... IT ONLY TAKES ONE MAN TO MAKE A REVOLUTION! [“Walk” by Pantera hit’s the speakers yet again, as Jake drops the mic and exit’s the ring, via stage right, he jumps through the crowd and heads out of the arena, vowing to make a name for himself, as the segment ends.]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:15:39 GMT -5
Segment “Black Out” Credit: Lucrezia / Mainer / T-Train / T-Kiss
[She sits alone in his dressing room, her heart aching for him to return. Sitting beside his belongings, Anna can’t help but to touch them hoping this will make her feel closer to him. She brings his dress shirt to her face and smells his cologne lingering on it, making the desire to have him there with her even stronger. A few seconds later she gets her wish, but not how she excepted it. Thunderkiss makes a grand entrance as usual, but the tone of his voice and the urgency in his step are anything but.]
Thunderkiss: Come on, we’re leaving.
Anna Sommers: Leaving? Already?
TK: This place is not safe for us anymore.
[The moment TK finishes his sentence, the big Thunder Train steps through the door with Danny Mainer right behind him. The Train points behind him and proclaims - ]
Thunder Train: I have the car warmed up for you boss.
Mainer: Teeks, I just heard about this… uhh… somewhat sour situation. I’ve got two guys and ANTHRAX looking for him now. We’ll get that bastard good.
TK: Thanks Danny, but you’ll never find him.
[Danny rolls his eyes at TK’s lack of hope.]
Mainer: Ugh Christ, thanks a lot TK. Nice to know you have faith in your crew...
TK: Nothing against you personally. We’ve been looking for months to no avail. This guy is good, and we won’t find him until he decides he wants to be found.
[She stands in a total state of confusion watching the others babble on about something she does not understand. One would think someone would have the common decency to inform her, but apparently not with this group.]
Anna: I demand to know what is going on here!
TK: I’ll tell you in the car. Grab your stuff. Please.
[Hearing the urgency in his voice she does exactly what he says. A few moments later, the two are rushing toward their limousine flanked by both Mainer and Thunder Train, as if they were the secret service. She becomes scared, frightened over all this and just wants him to comfort her. The moment they enter the back seat of the car she flings her arms around TK and looks into his eyes with her own.]
Anna: Aiden, please tell me.
TK: He was here tonight. Train and I both got attacked and he set it all up with a note written in your handwriting. I don’t care what he does to me, but he was literally just a few feet away from you. It was a mistake bringing you here tonight, I should have known better. Until this thing works itself out, you are going to have to stay away Anna. I'm sorry.
Anna: Why does he want to do this to us?
[He thinks. The Irvine family. Any member of the Senatorial Stable. Rattlesnake. Jason Freeman. The list of those who begrudge him is practically endless. And why is that? Why would so many take pleasure in seeing him driven from the building in a manner like this? He only has to look in a mirror to find the answer of that question.]
TK: Oh God... I’ve brought this on myself, haven’t I?
Anna: You can’t be serious Aiden.
TK: No, its true.
[He pulls his bandana off his head and unfolds it in his hands. He stares at the “TK” logo in the middle of it and begins to feel repulsed. How many unpleasant things has he done under this banner? How many people has he ruined? Blackmailed? Hurt? Its only natural for the temptations of revenge to creep into one’s heart and now karma has come for him AND his family. He’s willing to pay the price for what he has done, but NOT Anna. He cannot have that, no matter the cost. His eyes return to the piece of cloth that resides in his fingers. They begin to tremble under the weight of this evil and he quickly rolls down his window hoping to escape it.]
Anna: What are you doing?
[He crinkles up his bandana and tosses it out the window into the cold night air. The moment it is released from his hands he feels a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders.]
Aiden: Freeing myself.[/b]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:16:00 GMT -5
It’s Me! Credit: Jay Zero [/b] March 27, 2008! Thursday Night Meltdown live in all its glory! What could be any more exciting? Just several days after Genocide, this show has already been packed with excitement as new friendships are growing, new enemies are brewing, and new champions celebrating.
Returning from commercial break the scene fades into the normal view of the arena. We see the thousands of fans all on their feet, chanting and cheering—battling their way towards the front so that they can get a glimpse of themselves on the Alphatron. The ring is completely empty—but not for long. REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH![/b][/font] With a loud uproar, hundreds of fans jump to their feet to the opening line from ”Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode, knowing just exactly who is about to walk out from behind that curtain. Within a blink of the eye black and white spotlights shine up and down the ACW arena to the flickering lights of different shades of blue. [/center] [/font] Maxwell McNally : And here he is! Jay Zero! He returned at Genocide, which came as a bit of a shocker because according to his doctors; he isn’t even healed yet! [/center] From the backstage area, Jay Zero busts out form behind the curtain, hopping up and down while lively throwing up his arms to pump up the crowd. Apparently those four weeks were all Jay needed to put some passion back into him as he seems more alive than ever. His newly curly hairstyle lightly bounces as his body shakes back and forth when he runs from side to side on the stage. Along with the hair, his long, loose-fitting black shorts flow in the wind.
Other than the shorts, Jay is wearing long black socks and shiny black boots that when put all together don’t show a bit of his legs. As for a shirt, well, Jay is sporting a “Are YOU Black and Blue?” t-shirt, which seems to be a new product for the Jay Zero fan base.
Jay walks down the rampway with a huge grin on his face as for once in his ACW career, he is actually welcomed to the ring with applause. [/center] [/font] Philip Jones: Please welcome back at this time – Jaaaaay ZEEEROOO! He nods his head in approval of the fanfare he’s receiving and looking to get things started, Jay gets a running start and slides into the ring where he quickly pops back up to his feet. He leaps up onto the second rope and throws one arm up, somewhat like a John Morrison pose. After several seconds of light bulb flashes, Jay steps off the turnbuckle and goes to the opposite side of the ring, reaching for a microphone from Philip Jones as his entrance music fades out.
There’s a few moments of discomfort for Jay as he pulls the microphone up to his lips—but can’t really force the words out…. [/center][/font] Jay Zero: ---ACW. Can you forgive me? [/color] “What?” is obviously the most common question asked among the people. [/center][/font] ‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Well, that’s kind of an odd way to start up a speech. Why’s he apologizing? Jay Zero: I mean, I tried SO hard. But—But I just couldn’t help myself! Please, I’m begging you guys! I mean here I am, standing in the middle of a jam packed arena just begging for you all to forgive me! [/color] Still, the people are confused. Well—what can we expect now from Jay Zero other than a remark that insults the intelligence of the fans? [/center] [/font] “THE HELL YEW TALKIN’ BOUT ZERUH?!” is shouted out by a random fan. This catches Jay’s attention. Jay Zero: Wait, what’s that? You don’t know what I’m talking about? I’m asking for forgiveness, and you all don’t know what I’m talking about?! [/color] “NO!”Jay Zero: Are you serious? You have no clue? [/color] “I ALREADY GON’ TOLDS YEW WE DON’T!” The crowd laughs at the semi-drunken hick in the front row who keeps screaming. Even Jay begins to laugh. [/center][/font] Jay Zero: Hahahaha… Wow! I can’t believe it! Each – and EVERY one of you has no clue? ACW! I LIED to you! [/color] The majority don’t know how to react to Jay’s confession because quite frankly, nobody knows what he’s talking about! Luckily though, Jay Zero has a point, and he’s about to back up what he’s saying. [/center][/font] Jay Zero: See about 4 or 5 weeks ago all of you were told by my doctor that I was going to be sidelined for a minimum of 6 to 8 weeks in order for my arm to heal! The reality is, I was told in only 3 weeks, I’d be ready to step back into the ring and jump back into the action! I told my doc to lie to you all! [/color] There are some mixed reactions, even with a small, subtle boo coming from certain sections throughout the arena. Surprisingly, the drunken hick in row 1 has nothing to say. Maybe he passed out. [/center][/font] Jay Zero: Now – now. Don’t get your panties in a bunch! I had my reasons! No, not because I wanted to “surprise” Limelight and blindside him or some shit like that. I told him to tell you guys at least 6 weeks because when I was lying in a hospital bed, drugged up on painkillers for my pulled shoulder muscles, I figured that I hit a low. Oh, and to add insult to injury, you all remember Stefanie Collins? Yeah! Well – two days after I was released from the hospital, she left me! Heh heh… Considerate, right? Well, I thought to myself “Why has this happened? What did Jay Zero do to deserve this?”
--But then I realized. It was way too simple. All the signs were there. I was already warned that it would happen and I didn’t listen. Next thing I know I try lifting too much weight way too quickly and I find myself waking up with cords and whatnot attached to me!
The reason why things happened the way they did, isn't because I wasn't strong enough. It wasn't because Limelight overpowered me. It's because – I lost faith. [/color] Jay pulls the mic away from his face and looks down at the mat, seeming somewhat disappointed. About 7 or 8 seconds pass before he picks the microphone back up. [/center][/font] Jay Zero: As most of you will remember, a couple months back I was gettin’ some phone calls from a certain person. “God” you may say! Yeah, Yeah, I know. “I’m craaazy!” But the truth is, whoever it was calling me was oddly right about most things that he told me were going to happen. It was actually scary. But in that time period, I felt like I was unstoppable. I was stronger. I was faster. I had more heart than ever before. – I had religion on my side.
So after getting tossed in the dumps by a certain man and a certain manager, I knew what happened to me, and I knew exactly what I had to do to get back into the game. So for the past 5 weeks or so, Jay Zero has devoted himself again to becoming one with himself, and one with God.
My only reason for coming back when I did was because not only was it convenient, I finally felt ready to show ACW the newly renovated me! Nicholas, I heard what you had to say to Jon Taylor earlier tonight about how you made Limelight pull back before he injured me again. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but did Limelight even get a single clean shot on me? I mean—it’s not like I attacked him from behind! I came right down the ramp way! You two SAW me coming! Clearly, Jay Zero controlled what happened inside that ring at Genocide, especially when he forced you out of the ring, and then threw Limelight out with a headscissors!
You didn’t walk out because you were afraid of hurting me. You walked out because you were afraid of clean defeat! Now that’s being a coward in my eyes Nick. You were a coward because you didn’t plan on having a real opponent that night! Instead for some reason, you kidnapped Charlotte and tried to force her into a match with Limelight because she wanted to educate these fine people about how much of a dickhead you really are! Just keep in mind, Charlotte isn’t going to stay silent. As matter of fact, she and I have a surprise in store for you all on Monday. Oh, and don’t even try pulling something over on her. It’s already been pre-recorded and ready to go! Only reason we don’t air it tonight is so that you can have the entire weekend to prepare yourself for the total slap in the face, chalk full of nothing but truth!
Hahaha!
Nick -- If you haven't noticed by now, I really don’t care what you do anymore. I really don’t care what you say anymore! Never again are you going to scare me! Never again will you try and threaten me into signing whatever it is that you wanted me to! You can throw Pablo Lopez out of the ring, try and chokeslam Charlotte, or even put me through a light tube table – but like we’ve seen in the past. No matter what it is you do, Jay Zero has risen back up – stronger and better than ever.
Bring your worst Nick. I dare you!
No matter who or what you throw at this point in the game; it’s too late. You’ve dropped the ball. All that you’ve done is created a brand-new-monster Nick. Oh yeah! That’s right ACW! Jay Zero is back baby! And he is 100% --- REBORN! [/color] Jay lets go of his grip on the microphone and throws his left arm up like John Morrison. [/center] [/font] REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!
[/color][/b][/font] Maxwell McNally: Well there you have it everybody! Jay Zero is back!
‘Fast’ Eddie Edison: Yeah, but did you hear Maxy? He’s better than ever and he’s ready to go! “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode has already begun to play as Jay Zero continues to stand tall – well, 5’ 10” isn’t THAT tall. But anyways, he keeps standing tall in the middle of the ring with one arm raises high in the air, basking in the glory of cheers from nearly all the fans in attendance. Has Jay finally made the switch to the good side? Or are these cheers just from their hatred of Nicholas Savich and Limelight?
The scene fades out. [/center] [/font]
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:16:30 GMT -5
Match 5: Code Red vs. Bo and Gabriel - Street Fight (Credit: Red)
Code Red vs Bo Diaz and Gabriel Peters Street Fight
The scene fades in with "The End Is Near" playing. Both Bo and Gabriel are prancing in the ring. They are waiting for Code Red to make their appearance. Their music cuts out and there is an extended moment of suspenseful silence.
"Reds Fan" hits the speakers and Mr. Red and Tornado race out onto the stage and sprint for the ring. Code Red slide under the ropes and the "brawl from before" resumes. All 4 men brawl until Code Red throw their opponents over the top rope and to the floor outside. Mr. Red and Tornado pose on the turnbuckles for a moment as the crowd roars for Code Red.
Both men hop off the turnbuckles and leap out of the ring and take the fight to their opponents. Tornado and Bo exchange punches on the announce table side while Mr. Red works on Gabriel Peters on the other side.
Red picks up Peters and whips him into the steps on the outside. Red stomps Gabriel a couple times before reaching under the ring and pulling out a chair. He starts to swing it but Peters connects a dropkick that sends the chair back into the face of Mr. Red. Red stumbles back and falls to the ground.
On the other side, Bo's head is bounced off of the announce table by Tornado. Tornado walks to the ring and reaches under and pulls out a table. He sets the table up right next to the announce table. He lays Bo out across both tables and climbs onto the apron and then up onto the turnbuckle. He sets up for a high stakes moonsault but is pulled off of the turnbuckle by Gabriel Peters.
Peters stands Tornado back up in the corner and chops his chest a couple times before Tornado switches places with Peters and delivers a round of punches. Bo slides into the ring and starts after Tornado. Tornado turns his attention to Bo and both lock up. Tornado has an advantage as he walks Bo to the ropes. He whips Bo off the ropes and hits a drop toe hold. Suddenly out of nowhere, Mr. Red drops a springboard legdrop on the back of Bo's head. Red bounces up and gets powerslammed by Gabriel.
Tornado has already slid out of the ring and reaches under the ring to pull something out. He has another table and is sliding it into the ring. Bo Diaz gets back to his feet and kicks Tornado off the apron and to the floor. Bo and Gabriel both turn their attention to Mr. Red. Peters picks up Red and punches him to the ropes. Bo quickly sets up table and awaits for his partner.
As Gabriel lifts Red for their inverted 3D, the table is pushed out of the path of the falling Mr. Red. The camera zooms out a little to see Mrs. Red has made her way to ringside and pushed the table out of the way. She clotheslines Bo over the top rope and to the floor outside and climbs out onto the apron. She leaps off the apron and hits a seated senton on Bo out on the outside.
Gabriel sits up and looks around. He gets pissed to see that Mrs. Red ruined their plan of putting Mr. Red thru the table. He slides out the ring and gives chase to Mrs. Red. She runs around the ring with Peters close behind. As the round a corner, Tornado bounces up and delivers a clothesline to Gabriel. Mrs. Red walks back over and leans down in the face of Peters and laughs at him.
Mrs. Red reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid. She walks over to the announce table and the other table positioned right next to it and she empties the bottle onto both tables. She takes a box of matches and sets the table ablaze. Gabriel Peters stands up and stares at the flaming tables with widen eyes.
Peters slides slowly into the ring, not removing his eyes from the tables. He finally turns around to see Tornado set up waiting for him. Tornado charges but Peters ducks and lifts him over the top and to the apron. Both men exchange punches as Tornado teeters on the apron, trying his best not to lose balance. Bo Diaz hops up onto the apron next to him. He attracts the attention of Tornado at just the wrong time. Peters nails Tornado upside the head with a roundhouse kick. Tornado falls off of the apron and smashes through the flaming tables. He screams in agony as he lands on his back across the burning tables.
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Post by BK London on Mar 27, 2008 17:17:02 GMT -5
Red is standing in the corner and screams "FU-U-CK!!!" as he sees Tornado is now knocked out of commission for what will appear to be quite some time. Bo and Gabriel turn their attention to Red. Bo speeds toward Red, who ducks and hits the Cincinnati Swing on Gabriel Peters. Red quickly re-sets up the table. He sees Bo coming out of the corner of his eye and quickly hits the Drop of Red.
Mrs. Red calls for the attention of Mr. Red and throws a bag in to him. He catches the bag and empties half of it on the set up table. Thumbtacks!!! Red picks Gabriel up and scoop slams him onto the table. He pours the rest of the bag of tacks onto Peters. Red climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He leaps into the air and tries for a 450 splash. Peters rolls off the table and Red crashes onto the tacks and through the table.
Mrs. Red covers her eyes and screams in a Melina-like manner as she sees her man crash and burn onto thousands of little thumbtacks. After a moment of rolling around in pain, Mr. Red struggles to his knees. Bo Diaz has been waiting on the other side and charges for a Big Boot. Mr. Red collapses at nearly the same time Bo reaches him. Bo sails by with his boot and connects with the jaw of Gabriel Peters.
Bo stares down at Peters with a wide eyed look for a moment then spins his attention to the fallen Mr. Red. He picks up Red and sets him up to powerbomb him. Bo Diaz successfully nails Red with the powerbomb right onto some more tacks. Bo tries for a cover .....
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Suddenly a hand grabs his shoulder and spins him around. Bo only has a split second to realize it is Gabriel. Gabriel hits the "End of the World" Tiger Suplex on Diaz. He drags Mr. Red over, throws him down onto Bo, and leaves the ring.
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WINNERS: Code Red (Mr. Red and Tornado)
Gabriel Peters searches under the ring and pulls out another chair. He also pulls out a long piece of barb wire. He wraps the wire tightly around the chair and slides back into the ring.
Mrs. Red pulls Mr. Red out of the ring and drags him halfway up the ramp. Her eyes widen as Peters stalks around Diaz. Tornado is seen crawling up the ramp toward them. He sees Mrs. Red's stare to the ring and turns to see what is going on. Diaz has made his way slowly to his feet and staggers around for a moment. He turns and is hit in the face by the barb wire chair by Peters. Bo collapses to the mat. Peters swings the chair and pounds Bo over and over with the chair.
Mr. Red, Tornado, Mrs. Red and the crowd stare in a stunned silence as Peters finishes beating the hell out of Diaz and the scene fades out.
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