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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 15:54:43 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown April 3, 2008
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Wayde Russler vs. The Libertines
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Ryan Cooper vs. Thunder Train
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Mr. Red vs. Danny Mainer
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Andrew Starr and Jay Zero vs. Jon Taylor and Limelight
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Adrian Flamingo vs. Jason Freeman – No Finisher Challenge
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 15:56:19 GMT -5
Stealing Wayde Russler's Screen Time: THE WEEK IN REVIEW!! (Credit: Showtime) OH, SNAP! We're in a studio! Showtime's in a studio! This isn't one of those rinky-dinky studios! This is SportCenter-quaility. Nice set, big screens, and a half-way decent WEEK IN REVIEW banner on the front of the desk. Of course, Showtime had to dress up for this special occasion, and he did, wearing the all-ivory Gucci suit, baby! Tooth grin to show off those pearly whites, and it's on!!Showtime: It's studio time! This is 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper, and I am here with the Week in Review!! Oh, Showtime's seriously going to get sued here. The Monday Night Footbal theme plays as our Caucasian narrator, the same guy that does those commercials for all of the big companies speaks up. Narrator: The Week in Review! Brought to you by The Best of Teddy Hart! Lean everything not to do to make it as a professional wrestler by watching this oxy...moron on VHS or DVD. Narrator: And by Pimp Juice.. Get yo' game on playa with this hot-fire. Pimp Juice, the number one hip hop energy drink in America. Showtime: Man, before I go into every match, I roll a fattie and take a sip of that pimp juice. That's how I get my powers, man... That's how I get it, and now, lets get with the Week in Revie-... Showtime is interrupted by the ringing of the phone his desk. He picks it up, and the sound of an angry (typical) Jon Taylor could be heard... even if the words couldn't be made out. It didn't take long for Showtime to get irritated by the fact that Taylor was actually calling in during the show.Showtime: Okay. Okay. I got a show to do. Later, bro! Showtime hangs the phone up, and the look of anger was soon replaced with a grin.Showtime: Jon Taylor would like to tell all of the fans that, he hates each an every one of you. Eat shit and die... But don't worry. Showtime would never desert his fans like that. You people tune in every week and hook me up with mad chedda to see the best damn athlete in ACW.. yours truly. Now, I'mma give the people what they want now with the Week in Review! Curtain Jerker Match of the Night: Wayde Russler vs The LibertinesShowtime: I'm surprised that Liberace decided to show up this week. I guess they ain't payin' like they used to for shows in Vegas. This week he goes up against Wayde Russler. I wish I could speak more on the dude, but... I ain't hear nothing from him since I got here! Yo, if he ain't getting TV time, then management doesn't see much in him.. which explains why he's curtain jerking with Liberace. Granted, seeing how Liberace's specialty is being a loser, he's going to do just that tonight! MAN, WTF?! Showtime vs Thunder TrainShowtime: Yo, I don't even know why ACW's trying to get down like this. Now, I ain't with black on black crime, so it's best that my buddy Thunder Train doesn't even bother showing up for our match. I mean, come on.. It'd save me a lot of grief whipping your monkey ass... even if you are 6'8''...360 pounds.. MAN, I'M SHOWTIME! Nobody really believe that I'm going to lose to the man that did this! The big screen briefly plays the video clip here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUgJ9hEufGU..... Afterwards, Showtime shakes his head and pretends to look saddened by the fact that even the brotherman of the Entourage has reduced himself to this all for money. Showtime: Man, it goes to show you that money is all that matters to anyone in the Entourage. What the fuck's next, Andrew Starr doing commercials for Gap?! I'm telling Train right now! His mode of transport is outdated. Showtime rides in jets and Bentleys. It's in your best interest man.. I don't wanna have to whip a brotha, but I will derail yo' ass if you show up. The last stop's here, man, but even when that final ride is over, there's one thing that will stay the same.. It'll still be Showtime! Champion vs Champion, Douche vs Douche: Mr. Red vs Danny MainerShowtime: Apathy will be in full force! Sure, these two men happen to be champions, but they haven't done much to deserve their titles. Red... well, I can't bash him for winning how he did it, but Mainer only won because he caught X on a bad day. This match is failure of epic proportions. Man, these two suck so hard that I can't pick a winner. Fortunately, thanks to modern technology and hours working with only the top Chinese college students, I have devised a way to solve this dilemma: THE SHIT-T-METER! This prediction system was created to predict the outcomes of matches so crappy, normal people can't logically figure it out. Lets see it at work! The big screen shows silhouettes of both Mr. Red and Danny Mainer as the insides fill up with brown substance, to represent the pure, unadulterated crap that makes both men up. So much of it is in these two that it stops just about at the nose, almost filling both up.Showtime: Wow... It looks like they're both full of shit, but is it really that much of a surprise. Red is a delusional fan of one of the lamest teams in one of the lamest sports, and Mainer proclaims himself as the king of a city known for hookers and drugs. Well, it seems that Red narrowly is shittier than Mainer, so it looks like Vinny Vegas wins this one, but don't feel bad, Red. Everyone watching this match will turn out to be losers too. Heroes vs Zeroes: Jon Taylor and Limelight vs Andrew Starr and Jay ZeroShowtime: It's my boys at the Second coming taking on Thundercu-...Aiden Joseph's buddies. Jay Zero believes that God calls him on a regular basis.. but seeing how I ain't ever pick my phone up to call him, Jay adds liar to that long list of names that describe him. Hell, Zero sucks so hard that he couldn't even get the good version of 'Personal Jesus' as his theme music.. just that lame ass Depeche Mode shit. Andrew Starr... Man, Taylor gets another chance to whip your ass. Starr, you should've known better than to step to my homie JT like that! Hell, if adding a vertical suplex to your arsenal is too much for you to handle, then how could you possibly handle the Ultimate Competitor, playa? Better take that lame shit back to Hollywood. The only way you guys even stand a chance is if Limey and JT don't play nice.. Now, fellas, I know you've been beefing and everything, but you gotta go out and rep'sent! Whip that monkey ass for the team! JASON FREEMAN IS IN THE MAN EVENT?!: Adrian Flamingo vs. Jason Freeman - No Finishers Challenge Showtime: Man, if this isn't a sign of the Apocalypse, I don't know what is. Jason Freeman back in the main event.. Ain't that a bitch? Speaking of bitches, Flamingo's gonna make Freeman his. Now, I know he's not a part of the crew, but I gotta give dude his props. Flamingo knows what he's doing. He's even got BK on the ropes right now, and if you think that not being able to do his finisher is gonna stop Flamingo, Freeman and all of the other doubters are sadly mistaken. And now it's time for a new segment! The big screen has the words “Who's hot, Who's not” in bold, red letters. Showtime: Who's hot, and who's not! This segment gives praise to those in ACW that's been doin' their thang while bashing those lames that's tired and whack. Now, the first on the hot list is none other than... me! I won my debut match by bustin' Alex Richmond's head with the Kao Dode! Muay Thai baby! Entourage: 0. Showtime: 1! Of course, I gotta give props to my homies the Second Coming!! JT just came off a win, whippin' Andrew Starr's monkey ass, and X straight vetoed Senator's ass.. As for Limelight... Eh.. Second Coming, baby! We rep'sent! Aiden Joseph, WE COMIN' FOR YOU, NIGGA!!! ...Damn. Showtime places his hand over his face and shakes his head in shame, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before continuing, looking at the camera with a rather nervous smile on his face.Showtime: Um.. Speaking of the man formerly known as Thunderkiss, he's the first and only one on the not list! Come on, man! You had to go on a damn crack diet to go from this... Showtime: to this.. Showtime: Man, that's some bomb ass crack or some bomb ass reconstructed facial surgical skills... Either way, I'm gonna have to diss you for... dissing drugs! I smoke on a regular basis, and I've turned out fine! Showtime starts to get a sudden twitch that he can't shake off.Showtime: I gotta go, guys! That's it for the Week in Review! This is Showtime saying don't do drugs, kids. -Fade-
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 15:57:38 GMT -5
Segment: Daddy's Little Girl (Part 1) (Credit: BK London)
What's the beautiful thing about a divorce? Child custody.
His divorce with Kiley Johnson, his ex-wife, was finally finalized just a few weeks ago and in the settlement the judge and BK London agreed to give up his kids to his wife. Both parties agreed that with the profession that BK is in, he would have absolutely no time to look after any children. But once a month, BK would be able to spend a few hours with one of the only things he truly loved in this world, his daughter.
But that's not all what happens once a month.
Once a month, the somewhat lavish locker room of BK London, filled with the finest furniture and appliances...would get turned into what appears to be a children's playhouse. As the camera pans over the locker room, Toys scattered all over the floor - everything from Hello Kitty to Barbie to Dora The Explorer to Spongebob, you named it, she had it. I guess being the daughter of a world famous wrestler and recording artist gets you a certain amount of perks.
But as we stop, we find Princess in the arms of her father, while they both lay on the couch. He appears to be telling her a story.
BK London: ...and that's the story of Lou The Cameraman...
Kiley's face looks uninterested.
Kiley: Daddy, if you ever tell that story again, I don't think I can come see you anymore.
BK begins to laugh a bit, and even shows a smile, two things BK London hasn't done since this new persona took over him.
Kiley: I'm serious, now tell another one.
BK London: Alright, alright, how about the story about when daddy thought he was Kurt Angle?
Kiley: Heard it.
BK London: Oh right, what about when daddy went up against the big bad Thunderkiss?
Kiley: Heard it.
BK London: Latino?
Kiley: Heard it.
BK London: RDK?
Kiley: Heard it.
BK London: Alexandra Kaesar?
Kiley: Come on daddy, I WAS THERE!
BK London: Oh right, even at 23 I guess the memory's still not what it used to be. What about the story of when daddy was in Brazil and was chased by Toucan?
Kiley: Ooooh, never heard that one. Tell it!
BK London: Alright, alright, so there I was...eating my Fruit Loops when...
Suddenly, a loud knocking can be heard at BK London's door. He's a bit hesitant to answer it, because he doesn't want to ruin the perfect little moment him and his daughter are having at the moment. But at the risk of missing an important message, BK decides to remove himself from the couch and walks over to the door where at the door is none other than the Chairman himself.
BK London: What do you want? I have no competition tonight.
Gingerdude: I know, I know. But your buddy Adrian Flamingo does. Now, I was hoping you'd do a little guest commentary tonight, just as Flamingo did earlier in the week. Plus I want you both to be there for the announcement of your second competition.
BK London: Fine, fine, fine. I'll be there. Bye.
Ginger: But -
WHAM!
The door shuts in the face of the Chairman. And BK turns back around, ready to tell his story.
BK London: Alright Princess, time for -
She's nowhere to be found.
BK London: FUCK! She did it again.
Once again, BK's daughter manages to get away from her, and just before her bedtime. Will BK London be able to find her before he has to go commentate for his match up? He better.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 15:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: Serious Business (Credit: FSX)
It's quite odd to be put in a situation you can't control, but are expected to deal with promptly and effectively. It's likely even more odd when you put yourself in the situation intentionally. Though Fallen Souls had all the best in mind when he began his search for the Chairman. Well, at least that is somewhat true. Believing that the company was suffering from an injustice due to the decision that Ginger came too on Meltdown last week, he decided to hunt the man down and demand that things be ratified to not simply benefit those that have 'backstage powers' and instead help out everyone equally. Of course he meant himself. Fallen did not want someone else to get a head start in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale when he wasn't receiving one, and until things were changed to benefit him he wasn't about to change his mind on the situation. He had looked everywhere for the Chairman on Monday, before he found himself distracted in the hallway of HORRORS!!!!!!!! ...Still, many had expected that he would of left it and continued his search by the end of the night. Unfortunately, many don't realize just how fun it is to beat the hell out of pathetic wrestlers! Regardless, doing it for days is kinda excessive, if not impossible.
FSX: So...exhausted. Think that's about enough of a beat down for you two idiots.
Smiling as hit handiwork, it was quite evident that Anthem and Tracy Finn became motionless quite a long while ago. Regardless, it seems that Fallen has left them in a state that means we won't see them for a long time to come. Sweating profusely, Fallen wipes at his brow as he slowly walks over to a nearby chair and sits their.
FSX: It might of taken a few more days then I expected, but I finally got all my pent up beat downs out. They had it coming too, don't you think!
Cookie Monster: OM NOM NOM NOM! I agree for cookies.
FSX: You sure do love your cookies.
Cookie Monster: I've got diabetes!
FSX: I'd love to say that surprises me, but it really doesn't. Good luck with your crazy addiction to stuff that can kill you. I've gotta get going and find Ginger before his crazy plan goes into effect officially. Tell Rookie I said hi, though.
Cookie Monster: You got it, giant cookie! Mmmm...giant cookie.
The look on Cookie Monster's face seems to change greatly as he stares at Fallen for a moment, appearing to hallucinate as his mouth begins to foam. Noticing this, Fallen slowly stands up and begins to make his way from the crazed monster, constantly looking over his shoulder and beginning to make a run for it as the overweight muppet parody races after him. That's right, it's a parody. It's not the actual muppet. Anyway, realizing he was in a race for his life Fallen seems to forget his objective just for a moment and darts down several side hallways, attempting to lose the monstrosity that's chasing him, spotting a room in the distance and quickly entering it, slamming the door behind him as Fallen tries to catch his breathe.
FSX: It...it really was a hall of horrors after all.
??: Yeah, I just had it put in the other day actually.
FSX: Well, I'd suggest getting rid of it! Crazy cannibals are living...wait a second.
Looking up as he wipes the sweat from his brow, a large grin comes to Fallen's face as he seems to of stumbled upon the secret office of Chairman Gingerdude! Having a quick look around the place, he wastes no time making his way over to the Chairman's desk and slamming his fists down on it over and over again.
Ginger: Is that really necessary, Fallen?
FSX: Probably not! But I've been looking for you for fucking DAYS, man!
Ginger: Really? This office is directly adjacent to your locker room!
FSX: Seriously? Why don't I ever look in the most ridiculous and obvious places first?!
Ginger: Force of habit I'd guess. Anyway, what can I do for you?
Remembering why he'd came here several days ago, Fallen smiles from ear to ear and points dramatically at Ginger...before seeming to draw a blank as to why he wanted to find the Chairman in the first place.
FSX: Uh..um..did you do anything sinister lately?
Ginger: No, not recently.
FSX: I see..hmm..how about evil? Something that would effect me in a negative way?
Ginger: Nope, I've been laying low lately.
FSX: Oh...well..I know there was a good reason I wanted to storm into your office angrily!
Ginger: Hmmm...oh! Maybe it's because of that hallway of horrors! You were complaining about it when you got here!
FSX: No, I only went in it because I was looking for you in the first place.
Pondering just what it was that made Fallen so determined to find the Chairman, FSX couldn't come up with anything! He knew it was important, but he just couldn't put his finger on it! As Ginger attempted his best to help him with recovering the memory, it seems to finally dawn upon Fallen once again as he suddenly perked up and pointed at Ginger again.
FSX: I got it! You set up something biased for Fallen Heroes!
Ginger: I did? I don't think so, Fallen.
FSX: Yeah! Your working together with BK London again! This time your trying to help him get the best spot in the Battle Royale so he can easily win it for the second year in a row!
Ginger: Why the hell would I work with London again? I don't even care for the title to change hands at Omega Effect!
FSX: Oh yeah? Then why did you give two of the top contenders the chance to get a special position in the match? Why do they get such a boost? What about the little guy?! What about everyone else, damn it?!
Ginger: You mean what about you?
FSX: EXACTLY!!
Waving around his arms like an idiot, Fallen is yet to make much a case in his favor toward this being a travesty. As Ginger seems to find some amusement in the display, he finds none in the fact that Fallen is making his way around the desk to get right up in his face! These two never have gotten along, though their not as great of enemies as some would believe. Ginger has many worse enemies!
FSX: Well, what are you going to do to make things right here? You can't just let these two have an advantage over everyone else for no fucking reason!
Ginger: No reason? How about the fact that they both have such a boiling hatred for one another?
FSX: That doesn't matter!
Ginger: The fact they've nearly killed one another, and have both managed to take the other out of action at one point or another?
FSX: So what? That happens all the time!
Ginger: The fact they've proved to be incredibly exciting stars of this business, and they needed something to help settle the score between the two? This works out perfectly and you know it!
FSX: I'm a star too! I don't see you giving me any special treatment or advantages!
Though looking quite irritated, Fallen smirks softly as he believes his words would manage to get through the Chairman at this point. Believing this, however, just proves how long a time it's been since Fallen has seen the man. Scoffing at his remarks, Ginger shakes his head and rises up from his chair.
Ginger: Oh really? Your a star? Well if you are, why do you care if someone else has an advantage?
FSX: Because it isn't fair to the little guy!
Ginger: Like you? I know what this is all about Fallen, and I don't like it for a second! Your trying to gain your own damn advantage in the match, and you know why?! Because you can't win the match without one! You know you have no chance in at all if your not entering at number 30! Admit it!
FSX: No!! That's not the case at all! I could win the match entering first if I wanted to, it's just your giving them an edge!
Ginger: Well if you don't need an edge to win, then why do you care what the hell I do? I'm the one that makes the decisions, and I think it's a good one! Either be a man and prove you can win without having the best position, or shut the hell up with your complaining!
Staring at Ginger blankly for a moment, Fallen doesn't appear to know how to react to such words from the Chairman. They rang of a clear truth without a doubt, but at the same time Fallen was indeed right that BK and Flamingo could indeed get an advantage in the royale. If only he could come to an acceptance that it isn't really about the battle royale for the two men things could of ended their, but instead Fallen stalked closer to the Chairman in anger.
FSX: Your right. You really are about some things. But at the same time, it STILL isn't fair. It's not going to be fair until you give others the opportunities they deserve as well! I'm not leaving until you give me those opportunities!
Ginger: Your not? Well, if that was the case why are you already on your way out the door?
FSX: What the fuck do you me-- HEY!
Out of nowhere, several large bodyguards swarm from the shadows and take a hold of the struggling Fallen. Though he's a tiny guy, he does struggle with the entirety of his will and energy as they begin to drag him out of the room in a fuss.
FSX: It's not just going to end like this damn it! You haven't seen the last of me! I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!
Ginger: Right...Bye, Fallen!
FSX: Bastard! Just you wait!!
Before any more arguing could be done, however, Fallen was tossed through the doors and back into the hallway in a heap, the doors slamming once again as he was left on the outside. A look of disgust on his face, Fallen is quick back to his feet and dusting himself off as he stares to the door. No...he wasn't about to stand for this! He would do something! But what? He couldn't just storm his way back into the room without being kicked out again! He'd have to try something different..something new...was it time for drastic measures? Maybe...
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:00:09 GMT -5
Card opener? (Credit: The Libertines)
The Libertines looks at the card posted on the bulleted board. As the Libertines goes to look at when his match is on. He sees its first again. The Libertines face was surprised but it later changed into a smirk. The Libertines wearing a thousand dollar suit, and hundred dollar shoes, but wait his match is next. So that means he has to take off the suit for his gear.
The Libertines turns to the camera
The Libertines: Well ACW you’ve done it again. You put me, The Libertines, on the first match of the card. ACW do you want me to put the crowd away because every time I wrestle the crowd sees the best match. So why do it ACW is it because no one else has talent in the whole entire locker room? So you want the fans to be amazed throughout the whole show. Hey ACW The Libertines good but The Libertines aint good enough to hold a whole show with one match. Well actually yes The Libertines is that good.
Crowd boos but you can hear some cheering in the distance. The Libertines smiles.
The Libertines: Oh yeah I almost forgot. If you thought I was gone well you were wrong because not only will The Libertines not leave but you better believe that The Libertines is the past, present, and the future, because nobody can pass the libertine’s test. Not even you at your best.
Crowd is in amazing, but still boos libertines puts a smile on once again.
The Libertines: Yes to those who were wondering where I was on Warfare. So right Now ACW I have a match against Wayne and crowd you better get ready to see the best match the showstopper and of course the opener.
The Libertines goes back to the back to put on his gear.
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The Libertines comes back with his gear on and ready to wrestle.
The Libertines: Why did I just walk off camera for five minutes, because
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The Libertines: I’m cool
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The Libertines: Like that
The Libertines leaves. scene fades out
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:00:51 GMT -5
Segment: Planned Sisterhood (Credit: Sarin)
Disturbed by Lucrezia's bloodlust and her uncanny ability to cripple her opponents, Gingerdude granted the deviant sociopath a few weeks 'paid vacation.' Cesare did not protest this temporary leave of absence nor attempt to hypnotize the Chairman with Lucrezia's psychic gifts. After all, despite a few lapses in judgement, Cesare had progressed the plan according to the discussions held in secret Vatican conclaves. There would be no need to return to that bizarre, fiendish hell of a wrestling ring until the moon calls to best 'the Lamb' in single combat.
Lucrezia brushed aside Cesare's demands to take shelter in a pricey hotel. Over the past months, the Italian woman had grown fond of the arena's twisting passageways caked in metaphysical sweat and blood. She soaked up the violent history of the walls like a particularly porous sponge. For a woman who derives immense sexual pleasure in the cutting sting of sadism, ACW is nothing short of the Garden of Paradise. So, with minimal protesting, Cesare flips through an imported copy of Italian Vogue in the confines of their crimson locker room. Lucrezia grinds on the plush carpet, limbs swishing like boughs in a bluster.
The vibration of a cellular against fine chestnut destroys the blissful serenity of the room. Cesare slaps the phone as if shutting off a pesky alarm clock, flicking it open with a snap of the wrist and addressing the caller with a surplus of terseness.
Cesare: What?
The raspy drawl of his father reverberates in his ear. Cesare rolls his eyes, thumbing through the pages of Vogue in a gesture of supreme indifference.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Is she cooperating?
Cesare: Yes, father. She bought the ruse hook, line, and sinker.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: What was that?
Cesare picked up a few American colloquialisms during his extended stay. His father, a Latin purist, would not dignify a different vernacular with his time.
Cesare: I convinced her to 'assist' us. She's cautious, but one can expect nothing less from such a specimen.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: Perfect. Challenge her to a match right away.
Cesare sighs in exasperation, an action he would not have dared to do if he was face-to-face with his father. To the Cardinal, it merely sounds like a rush of disturbance static.
Cesare: Remember your research. The stars must be in alignment before Lucrezia can strike. According to her last gazing, we must remain patient.
Cardinal Ambrogio Damiano: I don't have time for the stars to align. He is getting...frustrated. I'm not the only one on borrowed time.
Cesare blinks. His father rarely mentions their mysterious benefactor...perhaps out of respect? Or even out of a mounting terror?
Cesare: We will not risk jeopardizing what we have spent years developing. The ritual will proceed according to plan. Good day, papa.
Click. Cesare tosses the phone over his shoulder. Moments from returning to a stunning Valentino collection, Lucrezia puts his fashion urges on hold with a smoldering glare. She approaches him awkwardly, her stomach protruding as if she swallowed a watermelon whole. Further inspection reveals the tell-tale outline of a fine couch pillow shoved up her skirt and nestled against her tummy. She clutches the fluffy decoration with all the adoration of a mother-to-be.
Lucrezia: Two by two! Everyone has a mate, a match, a pair. I love you.
Cesare: That's nice, Lu, but I must--
Lucrezia: No, you must listen! For I am full of your milk of male kindness.
She grasps his hand and guides it to her belly, trapping his eyes in a coy stare.
Lucrezia: You see? I'm in the family way!
Laughing with the vigor and energy of his pre-adolescence, Cesare drags Lucrezia down to the floor, tickling her without mercy. Brother and sister roll about, knocking over lamps, flower pots, and the occasional bust of Diana. Sometimes, Cesare thinks as he scratches Lucrezia's ticklish torso, I'm really happy to have a sister...
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:01:54 GMT -5
Segment: “Watch Me Come Undone” Credit: The Entourage
[Meanwhile its business as usual inside the locker room of the Entourage ...]
Andrew Starr: Do you have any threes?
Thunder Train: Go fish.
[With that simple utterance, Train's eyes light up and a euphoric, glazed-over expression is slathered across his face. Nick Durden can only heave a heavy sigh.]
Nick: No, we don't have any more fishsticks.
Thunder Train: But the Train is-
Nick: Yeah, yeah, I know, you're ALWAYS hungry. Well, maybe you have a tapeworm. You ever thought about getting that checked out?
[Starr reaches down into the pile of cards and sighs as lady luck ignores him once again. Train takes pleasure in his opponent’s pain and lets out a chuckle, but stops his laughter very abruptly. The sudden silence causes Starr to glance up at the big Train who looks like he has seen a ghost as he looks over Andrew’s shoulder. Immediately Starr yanks his body around and registers a man walking into the room, one he has never seen before.]
Starr: Hey, who the hell are you?
Nick: Not another one of Zero's enigmatic gay hairdressers!
Aiden: Andrew, it’s me.[/b]
[Starr recognizes that voice, but the face not so much. Leaning in closer and giving Aiden’s face a double take, Starr almost falls backwards in shock the moment he finally puts it together.]
Starr: Tee Kay?!
Aiden: Please, call me Aiden. [/b]
Starr: What... the hell... did you do ... to ... yourself?
Nick: Jenny Craig?
Aiden: Upgraded. Now if you will excuse me for a second Starr, I have to grab a few things from my locker room. [/b]
[Aiden heads into his locker room with an empty duffle bag and discretely closes the door behind him, hoping not to draw more attention to his appearance than need be. Back inside the main locker room foyer, Starr looks over at Train who is just as dumbfounded at what he just witnessed.]
Starr: Oh my God ...
Thunder Train: What the HELL happened to him?!
Starr: I-I don’t know!
Nick: Oh god, it's probably my fault. I gave him the sample tube of Brylcreem I got in my issue of Esquire, but I didn't think he'd take it that far. I thought he was gonna use it as "personal lubricant."
[Before the men can discuss this further, two more ‘Raj members come into play. Mainer and Richmond step through the door with smiles on their faces after a wild food excursion. All it takes is for the both of them to take one look at their cohorts to sense something is amiss.]
Danny Mainer: Hey ... guys?!
Richmond: What the hell is going on here guys?!
[Starr and Train both look at each other with blank expressions on their faces. Immediately they both point in the direction of Aiden’s locker room, totally speechless.]
Danny: Oh Christ… what did he do now?
[At that very moment, Aiden steps back out of his locker room. Every pair of eyes in the room almost fall out of their sockets, especially of those who have yet to witness this make over. As he sees the mouths begin to open, he quickly blurts out - ]
Aiden: Alright, that’s done.Well, I gotta jet! Things to do![/b]
[Wishing to avoid a confrontation, Aiden speed walks his way right out of the room and runs smack dab right into - ]
Jay Zero: It's me! It's Me! It's Jaaay --
Aiden: Pardon me. [/b]
Jay Zero: .... Z!?
[On his way out the door Aiden almost clips Jay right on his shoulder. Surprisingly, Aiden does not even acknowledge his existence and instead side steps to avoid him. Wondering just who the heck this man is, Zero leans his head back out of doorway and watches Aiden make a beeline down the hallway.]
Jay Zero: Who in the HELL was that guy and why was he in MY locker room?
Richmond: ...Thunderkiss...
Jay Zero: What? --Sorry, I thought you just said Thunderkiss ...
[Zero looks around at everyone else in the group. The nods he sees confirm Richmond’s statement. His reaction is that of the others, but with one difference - he doesn’t dwell on his new look, but rather Aiden’s lack of social skils.]
Jay Zero: --- THAT was Kiss?! He practically barreled right through me and didn't say a goddamn thing! That son of a BITCH!
[For the next few minutes, the rest of the Entourage work together to try to calm Jay Down. They succeed, one television, microwave and five wooden chairs later.]
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:02:58 GMT -5
Match 1: Wayde Russler vs. The Libertines (Credit: Danny Mainer)
MATCH STARTER: The match started out slow with the two trying to scope each other out and try and find a weakness. Libertines took early advantage after a test of strength turned into a kick to the gut. Wayde tried to hook Libertines for a decisive brain buster early on but Libertines counted with a Suplex into a hook pin for a 2 count using a great degree of strength. Libertines then dragged Wayde over to the bottom rope and started to choke him out by pushing his neck onto it before driving all his body went onto his neck and after that wore-thin on the referees patience he started to deliver stamps to his upper back. Libertines tried to lean Wayde against the ropes for a quick cutting chop to the chest but Wayde ducked and hit a shot to the stomach. Wayde then hit a snap scoop-slam to net a 1 count from Libertines.
MATCH MID-SECTION: This is where things got interesting, Libertines started to pull some new tricks out of his bag. Wayde tried to lariat Libertines but he ducked and when Wayde span around he walked right into a Monkey Flip from The Man who is Not Died. Wayde landed painfully on his back despite the great weight difference. Wayde tried to hit a Northern Lights Suplex but Libertines countered by twisting it into a Sit-Out Facebuster following a knee to the head. Libertines then backed Wayde into a corner before hitting a Stinger Splash which sent Wayde to the floor imperfect position by the corner for Libertines to hit a Pegasus Dive to the delight of the crowd. Wayde stumbled to his feet slowly and drunkenly as Libertines stood with one hand on the top rope stalking Wayde as he slowly made it to his feet. Libertines then sprinted forward and hit a ginormous Shining Enziguiri which narrowly Wayde escaped in the nick of time.
MATCH END: Wayde had secured the advantage after Bobby-Jo, his darling cousin distracted Libertines long enough for him to Lariat him into space. Libertines was disorientated after this and Wayde then hit a quick scoop slam followed by stamps to the chest. Libertines tried to counter with some top rope-stuff but this backfired as Wayde hit a fore-arm to the back of the head before hoisting Libertines off and hit a HUGE Rib-Breaker from the top rope which nailed only a 2-count to the shock of the crowd. Wayde then hoisted up Libertines for an air-plane spin and twirled him around into a dizzy and then as he put him down again he kept his senses long enough to snap in a RockaBye Lullaby which came close to being cinched in if it weren’t for Libertines being a crafty devil with repeated elbow shots to the gut. Libertines rolled out and snapped in The Crossface and Wayde couldn’t break it. 1. 2. 3. Wayde was out for the count as not even Bobby-Jo could save him now.
WINNER: The Libertines VIA Crossface.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:03:14 GMT -5
Formula 0 [/b] Credit: Jay Zero [/center] Just after that action packed match up, we begin to fade into our next shot. From a black screen, the colors immediately brighten up the scene and we find Jay Zero standing in the backstage area of the ACW corridors. He has his long black shorts on and his "Are YOU Black and Blue" t-shirt on, so he looks all ready for tag team action here tonight. [/center] Zero: --Hey guys! You're looking at none other than me, your "Personal Jesus" Jay Zero here and today, I'm going to answer a question that I've heard been thrown around a lot lately. Now, some people try too hard to decipher and pick apart at the question to try and solve it. Fact is, everybody over thinks it! It's actually quite simple!
The question is this ... "What does it take to be a success?" [/color] Jay pauses for a little bit to give the viewers a chance to grasp it. [/center] Zero: Now, take a little time to yourself and think about how you would answer that question! [/color] He pauses again to give everybody a chance to get into their own heads and think about an answer. [/center] Zero: Now most of your answers are probably something like "You need to be STRONG!" or -- "Apply yourself!" Yeah, those are all fine and dandy but listen up chumps! Uncle Z is going to give you his personal formula for success! [/color] Pull out your pen and paper and get ready to take note! Some day, THIS is going to come in handy! [/center] Zero: You all ready for this? Good! First, I'm going to break it into a few pieces for you so even not you bright ones can understand.
Step One! You need to be athletic!
Step Two! Be smart in EVERY move that you make! Stay two steps ahead of your opponent and you'll out perform him every time!
Step Three! Be confident!
And finally, Step Four! Have a little bit of faith!
Yeah sure, a little bit o' luck can do you good every now and then! But if you have a little bit of faith! Then that will make you prosper FOREVER! You take these four steps and shove 'em all together and finally you get this!
Athleticism + Brains + Heart + Faith = Undeniable Success! [/color] Jay smiles at the camera and runs his hand through his luscious, thick hair. [/center] Zero: Consider yourselves lucky! Others would DIE to have a fool-proof formula like this! Which brings me to my next subject here. Jon "The Ultimate Pretender" Taylor! His smile seems to fade away as he begins to look a bit more serious. [/center] Zero: Last Thursday Jon, I got to hear what you had to say in the "Week in Review!" That's right, I heard every little thing. Thunderkiss' -- or, well, Aiden's, or whoever the hell he is now, I don't even know lackey? No talent? No success? Zero ability -- A WASTE OF SPACE ON THE ROSTER?! Jon Taylor you've obviously taken way too many shots to the head or consumed too many paint chips as a child because that Week in Review guaran-damn-teed that you're nothing less than brain dead!
You talk down to everybody like you're one of the best ACW has to offer! Last time I checked, you're still number two to FSX and the last time I checked, you're still number two to Thunderkiss! By those standards, I rank higher than you, holding wins over both those men!
You know, since you think weeks in review are just so much fun, let ME give it a try! Andrew Starr and Jay Zero vs. Limelight and Jon Taylor! Wow! This might as well be the designated bathroom break because ladies and gents, you won't be missing much!
Let me give you the quick run down on how things are going to happen! Taylor enters the ring, BAM! Andrew Starr Lariat! Limelight enters! Bang! Thrown out by Zero! Taylor barely pulls himself up! Zero Darkness! 1-2-3. Winners: Andrew Starr and Jay Zero!
Tonight, you may have the monster on your side, but Andrew Starr and I have something greater on ours! Not only do we have the heart that it takes to win, but we certainly have faith!
I know Nicholas Savich and Limelight are both probably just burning to get at me and ring my throat, but you know what! It doesn't matter Taylor, because no matter WHAT you DO, and no matter what you say! I'm still going to prove just how much better I am than you! You may think that you have a win right in the bag, but your equation is all off balanced! I on the other hand have all four necessities! I got the athleticism! I have the brains! I have the heart! And I certainly have the faith! [/color] He finally pauses to catch his breath as he heavily breathes, winded from talking for so long so fast. [/center] Zero: --Your week in review did the one thing you didn't want to happen Taylor. You pissed me off! Now tonight -- it's not in my hands. It's only in the hands of the Big Man himself! So may God have MERCY on your soul when you step into the ring with the Sexy Savior himself!
And just remember this one thing Taylor -- you can talk all the trash you want. But in the end. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the Zero Darkness is going to BREAK. YOUR. FUCKING. NECK! [/color] He points right at the camera with hand motions, thrusting down to match up with each word of his last sentance for emphasis as he stares down at the camera, semi-irate. After a few seconds, the cocky smile begins to reappear and the ever so handsome Jay Zero's face begins to shine again.
The scene fades out. [/center]
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:05:00 GMT -5
Segment Name: Blast from the Past (Credit: Freeman)
What was he THINKING. When Senator had asked for any sparring partners, he had jarred a memory inside of Freeman’s head…and in the impulse of the moment, he had made a decision he now regretted. Now, of course…he could always just…reverse it. Go to Senator, and tell him that he had said no…and he was sorry, but he thought he’d be able to get him to come. But…he knew that wouldn’t work. Because he knew that no matter what he did, he was going to make that call. As he thought that, he found himself taking his cell phone out of his pocket without even thinking. Yeah…I’m calling him
Dave Morgan…Freeman stared at the phone a bit. This wasn’t going to be easy, and no matter what he thought of saying now, he would probably just forget it once he dialed. He didn’t usually feel put on the spot when talking…after all, he weekly goes out and addresses the world. Though…with personal conversations…he sometimes has trouble. He knew he would have to call Morgan eventually though…he couldn’t just go on forgetting about it, like it never happened. He had to fess up to what he did. He regretted it…and he knew that eventually he had to make sure Morgan knew it…whether or not he cared.
He dialed his phone number… He kind of hoped that Morgan wouldn’t be home…Last time, he wasn’t. Though, then, he had to find the first person he could, and didn’t turn out well. He had tried to give up…but he knew that Senator had given him a chance again…though he made a promise to himself. If Morgan didn’t pick up the phone this time, that was it. Forever. The little ringing noise that accompanies waiting for a phone call sounded about four times…and then when Freeman was about to just hang up and relax…he heard a voice that hadn’t spoken to him in over a year and a half.
Morgan: Hello?
…Freeman bangs his hand on the couch. Well there goes that hope.
Freeman: Um…hey….uh….
Silence. Freeman squints his eyes together as if in pain, and sits on the couch, leaning back…breathing slightly heavily, and waiting for the person on the other line to talk…he has no idea what to expect…and he hates it. The silence continues for around ten seconds…although, to Freeman, it seems to be hours. Eventually the voice returns…speaking slowly…
Morgan: …Jason Freeman….
More silence. Freeman knows that now he should be saying something…but he doesn’t quite know what to say. Morgan doesn’t seem to be saying much either. Freeman can’t force himself to talk, and the silence drags on…
Freeman: …Dave Morgan…
Wow, that sounded stupid…Freeman thinks to himself. Though, he couldn’t think of what else to say, and just blurted out the first thing he could think of. Anything was better, however, than that horrible silence…
Morgan: Yes…I know…who I am. Just as I know who YOU are…though…I AM a bit surprised to be hearing your voice again. I mean…it’s been around…what…two years?
Freeman: …Well…not…really…more like…a…year and a half…? Maybe…longer? I mean….well….
More damn silence…!
Morgan: How’s the…big career going?
Freeman: Not…great….um….yours…?
He stops instantly, and smacks his hand against his forehead. Once again, the awkwardness of the whole situation made him say something that was DEFINITELY not the right thing to say in the situation…in any situation…why the hell was he even TALKING to him again??
Morgan: Well…mine’s going about the same. Though I suppose you know THAT.
Freeman: Look, I called because---
Morgan: Oh, this ought a be good.
Freeman sighs and bangs his fist against the table to the side of him. Come on, just say something! He thinks to himself…you didn’t call him for nothing!
Freeman: I…you…you were always… well….
Morgan: Oh, don’t even bother continuing. I DO watch the shows, Freeman…remember? We used to watch ‘em together…ah…good times. Watch them and talk about how that’d be us…and…well, I did notice that you were trying to find somebody to train with your little stable…though…I never imagined that it was me. However, I’m sure you have more reasons than THAT. After all, it is kind of a random thing to do…ooh, I get it! I think I understand why you called me! But since you seem to be regretting calling me, as much as I regret answering you…maybe I should help you out, and phrase it FOR you?
Freeman feels an anger rising inside of him…but he lets it subside. He isn’t bothered today by the sarcastic tone which Dave Morgan speaks in…mostly because of the fact that he knows that he is completely justified. In fact, he figures that he is lucky that Morgan wasn’t yelling at him…he was REALLY lucky that Morgan hadn’t just hung up the phone, though part of him kind of wished that he would. He remains silent.
Morgan: Once upon a time, the great superstar Jason Freeman…the former International Champion…(oh yes, I have been following your career…) was on a roll. Everything was on top of the world. Then the big bad Senator was putting him down, so he went to join the good team, the Entourage. But then he realized that it was the big bad Thunderkiss he had to worry about, so he rejoined the Senatorial Stable, who he realized were the good guys. Then he realized that no matter how many times he made his life-changing decisions, and talked about his wonderful development as a human being, he couldn’t help but notice that things just weren’t so great still. And then maybe he realized that it was really the big bad Jason Freeman causing his problems the whole time…am I right?
Freeman clenched his fist, and took it. Every word was true…and he wasn’t about to stop him…
Morgan: Of course, even though he realized that, it didn’t change very much. However, things weren’t so great. His winning streak never returned…he lost match after match after match…and things just went downhill. No more titles for him! Had he peaked? What happened to the guy that defeated the Senator. Well, Jason, I wonder where that guy is myself. And I’m sure you did too. BUT WAIT! There was one more chance to redeem yourself, because we know how much you would do anything for that bit of glory, right? That chance to feel like you’re the best? I mean…you’d do anything!
There is another silence…and Freeman feels like he was slapped across the face…because that brings back painful memories…a decision he made…at one time…that he had regretted for the past two years, and which was now staring him right in the face.
Morgan: So, yes…that one more chance. The Fallen Heroes Battle Royal! After all, you came in the final FOUR last year, and now that you’re even better, you surely should be the winner. Unfortunately for you however, you no longer have that confidence that you needed. That inner cockiness was willingly diminished, but you can’t help feeling you still suffered somewhat in the process. No…the months before hadn’t totally been worthless. There were some changes to you, yes. However…you were thinking…what do I do? And then it hit you! You would ask the one person who you thought would help. You wanted to win so badly, you’d swallow your pride, stare your past in the face, confront it, and get it to help you better yourself. In other words, you want ME to train YOU. You want ME to help YOU win the match. And since I assume you were thinking back to your many failures at attempting to beat me…and past decisions of yours…when Senator told you to find someone, you thought this would be a nice excuse. And you think that I’m just going to stand up now, and say “Oh yeah, sure, why not?” Right?
Morgan is finished, but Freeman doesn’t know what to say. Morgan always knew him well…and he had nailed everything. Every stupid point…Freeman resists the urge to slam his fist into the wall…no more anger spells from him. It didn’t lead to good things, as he had learned.
Freeman:…Dave, listen to me. Yes…I admit that you aren’t far off in your reasoning. Yes…I want to win this match…but that isn’t it, Dave! I NEED to win this match…and I don’t know why! Probably the same reason that I would bribe an official to keep my Entertainment Title…back in the day. I BURIED THOSE FEELINGS. I buried that part of me.
Morgan: Perhaps you should have dug a deeper hole.
Freeman: …Perhaps.
Morgan: Well, Jason…I---
Freeman: No wait, let me speak. You’re right, okay?! No matter how many times I try to change, it never quite works right. Everything comes back. I’m no good at this! But, I AM trying…which you don’t seem to give me credit for…and I am different! What I did…I…I would never do it again. And that isn’t going to change anything…but it’s been two years man…I’m different. I’m sure you’re different too. But I just can’t stand this anymore. I would have had to talk to you eventually, because…I’m sorry!
One more silence…Freeman’s heavy breathing is back…this time out of a mix of emotions…that he is unable to truly pinpoint.
Morgan: Listen, Jason…I get what you’re saying. And it’s not that I’m holding a grudge, so much as that I feel that if I just forgave you, I’d be doing myself an injustice. Listen…you know why I’ll help you? Because I miss it all. I miss…being in the ring. I mean…I still wrestle, but not nearly as much. I tend to jump at every chance I get. Listen, I’m going to do what I can to win you this Fallen Heroes match I suppose.
Wait a minute…what? It was that easy…? No way…he didn’t possibly…just….Freeman’s eyes widen…
Freeman: …That’s…it….?
Morgan: For now…I suppose. I mean, once I get back into things…I may just decide…that I want to stay. I may decide that…I want to try to get a job with ACW. I might just decide to come and challenge you, and then---
Freeman: Are you trying to threaten me or something??!!
…A pause, and then Morgan laughs on the other side of the phone. Freeman realizes what just happened, and he sighs…Morgan was always able to get into his head…
Morgan: No, just trying to make you realize that you haven’t changed nearly as much as you think you have…good bye, Freeman…I’ll see you on Monday, then?…
Freeman knows there’s one more thing he must say…before it’s too late. He builds up his courage, and blurts it out quickly.
Freeman: YOU deserve this spot…not me…
One more short laugh from Morgan…and a click, as he hangs up. Freeman stares at the phone for a bit, before sighing, and closing it. He picks up his bag of stuff, and he reaches in…taking out a calendar. A red circle is around a date. April 26th...the date of Fallen Heroes. He sighs, and puts the calendar back in the bag, puts on a jacket, and walks through the door…wishing that he could just get out of the arena now, and go home. After all, he has a lot on his mind…
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:05:39 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Big Business Part 1 (credit: Jonny Hughes) ACW fades to a pre-recorded scene, the time that this event took place flashes up in the bottom left corner of the screen.Tuesday April 1st 10.00pmThe setting for this event is The Senatorial Locker Room, the room is sparsely lit with only a single light being cast over a desk that is covered with various important looking pieces of paper. Sat in the comfortable looking chair by this desk is ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes who is carefully perusing one of the documents on the desk. He smiles as he reads the final paragraph of the letter before laying it down on the desk in front of him, he casually reclines in his seat and lets out a satisfied sigh.Hughes: Looks like everything is in place. Hughes’ relaxation is disturbed by a knock on the door of The Senatorial locker room much to Hughes’ apparent annoyance but he straightens up in his chair and meticulously arranges the papers in front of him into a neat pile which he carefully positions in the center of the desk, once he is satisfied with the positioning of the pile he calls in the mystery caller.Hughes: Come in. The door opens and a confident ACW crew member strides into the room holding a piece of paper in his hands, he heads for the desk and presents the piece of paper to Hughes who takes it without looking away from the crew member.Crew Member: Some guy called the main desk and left a message for you. Hughes glances over the piece of paper before looking back to the crew member.Hughes: If this person called for me why didn’t you patch the call through to me here. Crew Member: Well…I…um…didn’t know you were here…and the guy just left a short message and gave me an address. Hughes: 15 Main Street, ACW Island… So what am I supposed to do with this? Crew Member: Well he- Hughes: You are aware that tonight is April Fools Day and this could have been a nuisance call right? Hughes screws up the piece of paper and makes a point of dropping it into the paperbin.Crew Member: If you’d let me finish a sentence you’d know that the guy who called mentioned a potentially lucrative business deal and that you were supposed to meet him at that address. Hughes’ interest piques at the idea of a lucrative business deal and he looks at the crew member with great interest. He manages to hide his excitement reasonably well and tries to act nonchalant.Hughes: Did this person say anything else? Crew Member: No that was it. Hughes casts a quick glance at the paper bin before pretending to be carrying on with his work. The crew member stands perfectly still at the end of the desk, casting an ominous shadow over the desk. Hughes looks up at the crew member with disdain. Hughes: Be gone. Zero movement.Hughes: Is there anything else? Crew Member: Well…um..Mr Phillips usually gives us a tip when we bring him messages, this isn’t part of the basic service you know. A wry smile spreads across Hughes’ face at the mere notion of him being charitable and reclines in his chair.Hughes: Do I look like The Senator to you? Crew Member: Well…In a certain light you could. Hughes smirks at this before carrying on with his work as if the crew member wasn’t even there. Without looking he dismisses the crew member and waits for him to leave whilst pretending to be busy. As soon as the crew member leaves he reaches for the paper bin and pulls out the crumpled piece of paper and carefully unfolds it before laying it out on the desk in front of him. He carefully peruses the message and pulls his cell phone out of his inside breast pocket and dials number 2 on the speed dial.Hughes: Hello driver, prepare the town car. We’re going to a business meeting. Hughes ends the call and slides the phone back into his inside breast pocket before grabbing the message and carefully folding it and slipping it into his pocket, he grabs his pen and slides into his breast pocket before standing up and turning off his desk lamp and leaving the room for his business meeting as we fade to our next scene.To be continued… Fade
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:06:43 GMT -5
Segment: The Great Space War Part 4: LANDING ON DA MARS!11!1! (Credit: Chef)
Phew! The crew was just able to survive the attack by Star Wolf. Now they must continue their journey to Mars to stop the alien invasion. And, now that they have Kif, will their victory be certain? No, not really. Two of their men have crashed to the surface of Mars and now they are are possibly hostages of the aliens. Slowly the crew moves the ship down. But then a screen drops down and the government agent from before appears.
Mr. Smith: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE?
Zapp: I single handedly defeated those Space pirates....
Kif: Ugh....
Just as Zapp says that X walks into the room.
X *Whispers*: Heh, yeah right.
Mr. Smith: NO! One of your lasers mis-fired and hit the US. You know how much we are trying to cover up right now?
Zapp: Nevermind that, why did you send Kif here?
Mr. Smith: Because, we know your record Mr. Brannigan and we thought someone who knows you could help.
Zapp: You don't have faith in me?
Mr. Smith: It isn't that its just *Sigh* forget it. Just make sure those lasers don't mis-fire again!
Zapp: Fully understood.
The screen disappears and Zapp turns to the crew.
Zapp: Alright men. We are close enough to the planet that I feel you should find out our massive plan. Alright....theres a base on the planet and we need to infiltrate it. A team of 3 and myself will attack. Is that clear?
Soldiers: Sir, yes sir!
Zapp: Good. Now Kif how much longer till we reach the surface of the planet?
Kif: About 5 seconds
The ship lands on the red planet and underneath the ship stairs lower for the men to walk out. No need for Oxygen as everyone can breath! Hooray for things that don't make sense! But anyway, the men walk off the ship and start setting up a miniature base of their own. Kif manages a radio when he hears something he feels the rest should hear...
Kif: Captain, we have a distress call from the two men who crashed here earlier.
Zapp: Play it.
?: Hel--.....we need...help....hurry....they....they are coming....OH GOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Zapp: They must've been taken hostage! I want you three to search for him!
Zapp points in the direction of X, John and the Pissed Off Soldier from before. The three looked surprised but know they must not disobey their captain.
Soldier: Haha! Finally it's about time I got to kick some ass! Lets do this boys!
X: I guess we really don't have a choice in this.
John: I guess not. And we need all the help we can get.
Soldier: Help? Bah, you have me! What other soldiers do you need? Come on I need to shoot something!
X: Can you just wait a minute we have to get our guns
Soldier: Fine, go get your little pea shooters. I'll be waiting.
X and John walk back onto the ship and grab their guns. Soldier lights up a cigarette and smirks as he holds up his BFG. The two men return from the ship and they begin their journey. Meanwhile Zapp and two other soldiers walk the other way looking for the missing troops.
End.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:07:34 GMT -5
"Back Together" (Credit: Sarin/Rattlesnake)
Just days after their reunion, it's quick to tell that Sarin and Rattlesnake had gotten back together. Rattlesnake was still in the hospital, so Sarin took whatever time she could to spend some with Rattlesnake. It was like they had never been apart.
On this particular day, Sarin came in early to spend a little extra time. The audio doesn't work right away, but what can be seen is Sarin trying to get Rattlesnake to wear that white cowboy hat.
Sarin: Oh, please! Put it on just this once. I'm dying to see it on you!
Rattlesnake: I'm lying here in a hospital bed. I can't exactly lean forward with the injury I have and put this hat on.
Sarin sulks. She wanted to see that cowboy hat on. No sooner than sulking, she stares at Rattlesnake with "The Look." Rattlesnake doesn't see it, but he can feel it piercing his spine. He knows that there are two outcomes from this very point.
One...refuse and Sarin walks out, upset, mad...whatever you want to call it. You remain safe from any pain you could have gotten.
Two...submit and Sarin is overjoyed and can tell you to take the hat off. You have to sit up and risk pain for her.
Rattlesnake finally looks at Sarin, thinking of the consequences to both choices. Ironically, as if being done to help him decide, two lights start blinking behind Sarin. Now, that could just be faulty bulbs. Then again, that could be the answer he was looking for. And then again, it could just be him just imagining it as a way to sway his own decision.
As tempting as the whole "no pain" scenario is, he knows that the only way he's going to make it through this without pissing Sarin off, he's going to have to deal with a little pain.
Rattlesnake: Alright. I'll do it.
Sarin smiles. The "Final Fantasy Fanfare" echoes through her mind. Victory...it was truly sweet. She'd gotten Rattlesnake too.
Sarin: Thank you!
Sarin bends over and kisses Rattlesnake. Under some unforeseen adrenaline rush, he sits right up and places the hat on his head.
Sarin pulls out a camera out of her purse and starts to take a picture.
Rattlesnake: Hey, you never said anything about a camera.
Sarin: And you never said I couldn't take a picture.
Rattlesnake: That's cheating, you know.
Sarin: Perhaps, but I don't hear you complaining too much.
"Damn" went right through Rattlesnake's mind. She definitely had gotten him. He looks towards the window and sighs.
After a few pictures, Sarin puts the camera back in her purse and sits down on the bed. She places her hand on Rattlesnake's and looks at him.
Sarin: Is something wrong?
Rattlesnake quickly turns back.
Rattlesnake: Oh, no. There's nothing wrong.
Sarin: I know there is. You know you can tell me.
Rattlesnake: There's nothing wrong.
Denial was the only defensive tool Rattlesnake could use. The thing that was on his mind was who did this to him. Why did that person have to come along, start stuff with him and then do nothing.
Sarin: Snaaaaaaaaaaake?
The tone in Sarin's voice showed that she was really concerned.
Rattlesnake: Well, I want to know who did this. I want to stand face to face with that person and do to them what they did to me.
Sarin: But what do you intend to do after you avenge yourself? Where do you go from there?
Rattlesnake: I...I don't know.
He hadn't thought of that. Getting his revenge would be wholesome for all of 5 seconds. He would need something else to replace that. That's exactly what he didn't need. Sarin removed her hand from Rattlesnake's.
Sarin: Don't go down that road. I don't want you to.
Rattlesnake: I won't. I just wish I could put this all together. I will eventually. Anyways, I hear you have a title match coming up.
Sarin: Yes!
Rattlesnake: Which one?
Sarin: The one you used to have.
Rattlesnake: Ahh, that's a good one to have. When is it?
Sarin: Fallen Heroes.
Rattlesnake: Fallen Heroes, eh? If I can make it out of this hospital in time, I'd like to be there to support you.
Sarin: I couldn't ask you to do that. Besides, you should get as much rest as possible. I don't want you getting hurt so soon after a recovery.
Rattlesnake: I won't. Trust me. If I can be there, I will because I want to. Not because that person will be there.
He knew that if he showed up at Fallen Heroes, he could get his hands on that person. But he had to be careful. He didn't want Sarin to know that was part of his intention for wanting to be at Fallen Heroes.
Sarin: Alright, then. But don't you dare return to the arena in a less-than-perfect condition...or else.
Rattlesnake: Or else what?
Sarin: You don't want to know what that "or else" is. Trust me.
Sarin places her hand on his knee. Just as Sarin begins to speak, the audio dissolves into nothing. They still talk, but you don't get to find out about what. The picture dissolved into nothing moments later.
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:08:09 GMT -5
Match 2: Ryan Cooper vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. THUNDER TRAIN VS. “SHOWTIME” RYAN COOPER ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
-* Tale of the Tape, wishing a happy birthday to Danny Mainer! – Here’s to many more, buddy. *-
Thunder Train Age: Mid 20's Height: 6'8" Weight: 360 lbs. Hometown: The End of the Tracks
“Showtime” Ryan Cooper Age: 25 Height: 6'2" Weight: 215 lbs. Hometown: Unknown A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until Ice Train’s WCW theme plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to the entranceway and awaits the arrival of tonight’s victim.
“It's a fight” by Three 6 Mafia hits the sound system and out walks “Showtime” Ryan Cooper! Showtime has a bit of a swagger in his step tonight, more so than his last appearance! An ACW win will certainly do that if you are not careful! Tonight he faces another member of the Entourage tonight in the form of Thunder Train! Vastly different than Richmond, Cooper is going to have to adapt his style if he hopes to pull this one out tonight. Can Showtime continue his winning ways here in Alpha Championship Wrestling or is heading for a head on collision with the big Train? Time to find out!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Cooper flies out of his corner ready to go, but as he approaches the Train’s massive frame he thinks twice about that lock up he was planning. Instead he sends a kick flying into the big man’s mid section, one that doesn’t get a warm reception! Firing right back with a wicked clothesline, Cooper does a 360 in the air and lands hard on the canvas; his vision distorted and dizzy. He doesn’t rest their long as Thunder Train lifts him up off the mat and Irish whips him into a nearby corner. There, The Train watches him bounce out right into a COAL BURNER! Cooper eats all of the shoulder block and rolls out of the ring for a quick time out! The Train follows him and as he goes to grab him by the hair and toss him back into the ring, Cooper gives him two back elbows and fires back with a STO to the padded concrete floor! It may be padded, but that once inch of foam still stings like hell, and if you don’t believe me, ask the Train right now. Climbing up onto the ring apron, Cooper sets himself up with a DAT DIS DAT DON’T MISS to continue the combo! His leg lands right across the neck of The Train and just like that he regains control of the match! MATCH MIDPOINT: We are halfway through and both men are giving it their all. Giving up over 100 pounds would be a big time handicap for most competitors but not Cooper. Using his speed and experience, he keeps the Train on his back heels as he continues to hit and run with various quick strike attacks. To stop his onslaught, The Train reaches out and pokes him in the eye in hopes that this will slow him down. Angered, Cooper responds back with a massive slap across his face! As Cooper’s hand meets Train’s cheek, it as if the anger gets transferred to his body. Overcome with rage the Train charges at Cooper with another COAL BURNER! Cooper wisely side steps and counters with a WHATAMANEUVER! He locks in the tazmission, but as he goes to swing the Train into DDT portion of the move, the Train shifts his weight and plants his feet into the canvas! Stuck on Train’s side, Cooper is easy pickings for a WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS! His head bounces off the canvas due to the Russian leg sweep! Still in rage mode, the Train rolls over and slaps on an illegal choke hold! Donovan says no more of that by grabbing Train’s arms and physically removing it from his opponent. As Train argues with his decision, our match progresses into its last stage. MATCH ENDING: It’s a race to the finish line and the victory is any man’s for the taking! As the vitality from each man begins to dwindle into nothingness, both begin to break out the big stuff in hopes of keeping their opponent down for three seconds! Putting his faith on his speed, Showtime launches a quick flash attack that drives the Train to his knees! All it takes is one look for Showtime to realize what he needs here is a little KTFO! Backing up in the corner of the ring, Cooper does his cartwheel and then leaps up for his shining Wizard! The moment he leaves his feet, The Train also leaps up into the air! In an amazing display of athleticism, the two men collide midair! Catching Cooper on the way down, the Train hooks the side of his trunks and lifts him straight up into the air! Cooper tries to fight his way free, but the hands of Thunder Train clutch onto him like a sandwich made to fulfil his hunger! Hanging him there for a few seconds, he leaps up and shifts his body to the side! Cooper comes down hard and experiences THE DERAILMENT! Slipping his leg in between Showtimes for added security, the big Thunder Train leaps onto him and listens to the sweet sounds of Donovan slapping the mat! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: THUNDER TRAIN!
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Post by BK London on Apr 3, 2008 16:09:04 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Big Business Part 2 (credit: Jonny Hughes) We fade back to the pre-recorded events of Tuesday night. The time once again flashes in the bottom corner of the screen to give the viewer a sense of the timeframe.Tuesday April 1st 10.30pmWe fade to the inside of Jonny Hughes’ town car, Hughes is sat patiently in the back of the car , keeping an eye on the landscape beyond the car via the tinted windows. He looks towards his driver with a look of impatience.Hughes: How much longer? Driver: Not far now sir. Hughes: Good, punctuality is very important especially in lucrative business deals. Driver: Of course sir. Hughes sits back in his seat and casually checks his appearance in a conveniently located hand mirror that is stuffed in the seat pocket in front of him. He checks his teeth for any food and adjusts the pen in his breast so that it is standing up straight. He dusts down the sleeves of his suit jacket and adjusts his collar in a manner so smooth and cool that James Bond himself would be proud of. The car slowly pulls to a stop and Hughes anxiously looks to his driver.Driver: Here we are sir. 15 Main Street, otherwise known as The Banana Grove. Hughes carefully adjusts his collar and cuffs and makes a move to step out of the car just as his brain processes the name of the establishment he is supposed to be having a business meeting in.Hughes: Did you just say Banana Grove….? That sounds like the name of… Driver: ACW Island’s hottest 70’s based nightclub. This revelation seems to shock Hughes to his very core and he appears to be close to projectile vomiting. A 70’s themed nightclub is the last place in the world he wants to be and is the least likely place he would conduct any kind of business. He manages to compose himself enough to form a coherent sentence.Hughes: Driver…keep the engine running. I don’t think I’ll be here long. With that Hughes steps out of the car and closes the door behind him as we fade to our next scene.To be continued… Fade[/i]
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