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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:02:58 GMT -5
Segment: Unhappy Brother (Credit: Jake Cheng and Michael)
When you are defending your championship belt in a pay-per-view main event, things that have nothing to do with wrestling rarely cross your mind. Unfortunetly for the ACW World Champion Jake Cheng, he is about to have an unwanted conversation with an unhappy brother.
? Cheng!
The Asian Extraordinaire cringes. He knows the voice, and it can’t possibly turn out well when this man confronts Jake. Nick Durden catches up the his former rival and his sister, who has already turned and left Jake to give her brother a welcome hug.
Nick What are you going with this guy?
Kirsten: I thought we decided...
Nick You’re right, I’m sorry. So Cheng, looks you upgraded your gold.
Kirsten steps back next to Jake and grabs his hand, as the Champ shows off the belt on his shoulder.
Jake: You like? Don’t tell me you are coming after this one now.
Nick laughs and Jake is drawn back his former enemies sudden character change.
Nick No, but I might challenge whichever man beats you tonight.
Jake takes an aggressive step forward, but Kirsten’s hand on his chest calms him down. Durden laughs again.
Nick I’m just joking. But Kirsten, do you mind if I talk to Jake for a second.
Kirsten: Anything you can say to him, you can say in front of me.
Nick C’mon sis, it will only take a second
Kirsten: No! I am going to stay ri-
Jake: Kirsten...
Kirsten: What?
Jake: Just a minute.
Kirsten: ...Ok.
Jake: Thanks.
Kirsten walks down the hallway and leans against a wall far enough away where she can’t keep her brother talk to her boyfriend.
Jake: So whats up man?
Nick Don’t call me ‘man.’ I’m not your ‘man.’ I’m just giving you fair warning.
Jake: Warning?
Nick The first time you make a wrong move-
Jake: Durden, stop talking before I make you regret it. I know you don’t like me and you can pretend to like me all you want when Kirsten is around, but nothing you say or do is going to convince her to leave me. She loves me, and she said it several times last night.
Nick Why you-
Jake: Why I what? Sleep with my girlfriend. Blasphemy! Nick, get it through your head that your sister wants to be with me.
Nick Oh, I get it. I am just trying to make her realize that she is making a big mistake. She doesn’t know the real you.
Jake: The real me? Right, and you would know the real me? You are fucking crazy.
Nick I do know the real you. You are greedy and selfish. You don’t care about her, you never did. You just use her. You’re a fucking pig.
Silence.
Jake: ...if you are done spewing bullshit, I’m going to go prepare for my match. Great talking to you.
Without waiting for a response, Jake Cheng walks away from Nick Durden. Having lost this battle, Durden turns and walks the other way. The camera follows the ACW Champion as he rejoins Kirsten and puts his arm around here.
Kirsten: What did he want?
Jake: Nothing important. Some people never change.
Kirsten figures it can’t be something good, she knows her brother but this probably isn’t the best time to talk about it. The couple walks silently down the hallway as the camera fades.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:03:50 GMT -5
Match 4: Texas Bull Rope Match Wayde Russeller vs Danny Mainer (Credit: Danny Mainer)
"Go Crazy" by Armand Van Helden hits the loud speakers and there is a 45 second delay. Then the beat starts to kick in and Danny storms out onto the stage with a huge smile on his face, trying to act like his girlfriend leaving him has no affect on him. He heads down the ramp yelling at fans as he goes. He points at them and slaps his own chest repeatedly. Out of no where he turns and sprints to the ring, when he reaches the black padding outside of the ring and heads for the turnbuckle and does a 619 motion through the ropes and into the ring. He rolls up on his feet again raising both hands in the air. He then outstretches his arms and spins in a quick circle before getting ready to fight.
Danny is the ring ready to go when "Thank God I'm country boy comes on the speakers. Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack It's early to rise, early in the sack Thank God, I'm A Country Boy
Wayde appears on stage with Mei-Feng Shinoda. Wayde is wearing his usual wrestling gear while Mei-Feng is out in her classic attire. They start walking down the ramp and one fan actually hands Wayde his beer which Russeller graciously takes and chugs before heading down the ramp again...
Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle Thank God I'm A country boy
Wayde slides in the ring and holds the rope down for Mei-Feng who stays outside the ring with a smile on her face as she watches on at Wayde. Wayde gets in the middle of the ring and holds hit cowboy hat in the air as Danny stares disgustedly at Wayde.
Danny and Wayde step up to each other ready to fight to the bitter end. Danny and Wayde dash forward catching the other in a Collar and Elbow Tie-Up, Danny quickly secures the advantage with his quick-witted technical wrestling by hitting the floor spinning around behind Wayde and yanking him off of his feet pushing him face down into the mat. Danny then rolls around to the side of Wayde grabbing the right (predominant) arm and snaps in a Keylock pushing the arm of Wayde right up his back twisting it awkwardly. Wayde thrashes as this light submission is grilling him. Danny makes sure that with all the technical wrestling that he isn’t getting tangled up in the rope.
Edison: Holy Crap! This is going to go from bad to worse.
Danny snaps the keylock further but Wayde uses his free arm to push his body off the ground before swerving out of the keylock leaving them both on one knee. Wayde lunges forward with a low-level clothesline which takes Danny to his back which isn’t a great big fall. Wayde quickly leans over Danny throwing a few shots to his face dazing him before driving a quick knee right into his ribs. Wayde is thinking on his feet and decides to go for the first turnbuckle button. Wayde flies forward but Danny is quick on his feet and as he takes his first step Danny moves his arm slipping the rope between Wayde’s legs. Wayde realizing this lunges forward to try and get the first turnbuckle but it’s too late, Danny grabs the rope attached to his wrist and yanks it flipping Wayde overhead and onto his back.
Edison: Wham! When a big guy like that lands on his ass it sure as hell hurts!
Danny then tries to take advantage by rolling onto his feet and lunging forward leaping over Wayde in an attempt to go for that first turnbuckle but Wayde grabs Danny by the ankle making him fall flat on his face embarrassingly and slightly painfully. Wayde instead of trying to slap the turnbuckle instead jumps onto Danny’s back snapping in a Choke Clutch. Wayde yanks back Danny by his head torquing his neck painfully. Danny yells in pain as the beefy arms of Wayde screw with his neck pulling it out of position. Danny reaches his arms forward and eventually manages to get Wayde’s arm off his neck by elbowing Wayde in the gut loosening his grip. Danny then rolls onto his back throwing a shot into Wayde’s head with his left hand. Wayde stumbles back slightly and Danny then moves his legs out bringing them up pushing Wayde backwards by throwing all his weight into Wayde’s chest. Wayde flies backwards.
Edison: Wayde tried to outwrestle Mr. Mainer but it failed and now he’s on his back. This could be an equalizer for Danny.
Danny then rolls up to his feet trying to get the first turnbuckle spot but Wayde has fallen far. Wayde lying down about halfway into the ring is keeping his half of the rope close to him. Wayde then rolls onto his belly to shorten the rope even further which infuriates Danny as he is only a few inches away from that button. Danny then realizes his only option is to drag Wayde so he wraps his hands around the thick rope and uses all of his weight to try but Wayde keeps rolling dragging Danny further out of the corner until eventually Danny is about a quarter of a way from the turnbuckle and into the ring. Wayde then lunges to his feet flying forward with a massive HUGE Cactusline and a thunderous Rebel Yell to the delight of the crowd. Wayde then slaps the turnbuckle and at the post on top of the turnbuckle, a red light appears showing that Wayde’s turnbuckle has been tagged.
McNally: And Wayde is DOMINANT here, he’s showing his pure power and is making a damn good job of it.
Danny pushes himself up to his feet slowly while Wayde stands in the corner with one hand on the rope as Danny gets to his feet. Wayde flies forward with a huge boot that catches Danny right in the mouth knocking him to the ground. Wayde then realizes that he’s got an opportunity and he’s going to capitalize on that. Wayde doesn’t walk to the neck turnbuckle however, he walks over to the fallen Danny as the rope loosens up and curls up on the ground. Wayde has evil intentions as he grabs the cowbell which is attached to the bullrope and places it so it stands vertically on his face, the jagged metal base nicking at Danny’s face slightly. Wayde then wallops the bell by pushing it down and forward with his foot scraping the sharp edges across his face shredding up Danny’s good looks viciously to an “Eurrgh” from the crowd. The bell falls over the top of Danny’s head and you can see that he’s been cut heavily. There’s blood pouring out down his face within the first 10 minutes of the match.
Edison: DANGEEEEROUUUSS! That’s the kinda’ stuff you expect see in a Hannibal Lecter film! Not live right in front of your eyes!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:04:35 GMT -5
This does not have the effect Wayde wants though. Danny clutches his torn face looking up at Wayde with a grimace on his face. Danny sits up pushing up to his feet quickly and aggressively and squares right up to the big man Wayde. Wayde looks over at Danny who’s getting right up in his grill. Wayde swings his meaty right arm but Danny squats before throwing a knee into Wayde’s exposed stomach hunching him over. “MOTHERFUCKER!” screams Danny as he snaps Wayde’s arm in a wristlock. Danny then puts one leg over Wayde’s arm like Rico’s old kick finisher. Danny then twists his body taking Wayde to the floor snapping in a Roll-Through Cross Armbreaker. Without any thought he begins to tear at the joints of Wayde’s arm. Screaming a war-cry that only a small Vegas man could muster, Danny tries to damn near break Wayde’s arm. Danny then decides to take advantage of his position which is with his back to the turnbuckle that Wayde has tagged. Danny starts to shuffle his ass backwards slowly dragging Wayde with him making sure not to get tangled in the rope.
Edison: He looks like he’s going to try and take him over to the turnbuckle for another secure slap.
Danny then raises one arm up while keeping the other clamed on Wayde and slaps the button and a yellow light joins the red one to the dismay of the crow. Danny breaks the hold and then he picks himself up. He quickly runs around to the next turnbuckle as Wayde starts to get to his feet. Wayde tugs on the rope using all of his weight as Danny lunges to the next corner mere inches away from the turnbuckle. Wayde is stood up and is running backwards trying to pull Danny away. Danny grabs a hold of the top rope trying to stop Wayde pulling him off which only adds more strain. He keeps pulling and pulling and pulling and eventually Danny’s grip breaks and he flies forward at a thunderous pace damn near DECAPITATING Wayde by smashing his boot right into his face with a HUGE Vegas Blackout.
McNally: God Almighty! That nearly took Wayde into next week!
Wayde flies backwards like and dives as if he’s trying to save a goal but Wayde flies far enough to slap the top-rope turnbuckle setting off another red light Wayde but he slumps face first onto the bottom turnbuckle barely able to move as his jaw throbs inside his mouth achingly. Danny seeing luscious opportunity quickly uses all of his wait to drag the rope along which slowly pulls Wayde along the floor. Wayde slowly regains consciousness as his limp body gets dragged along the floor, his face smushing as he does. Danny eventually gets him over. Danny manages to power his strength through the aggression made by blood pouring down his face and eventually he’s within proximity to slap the corner and a yellow light goes up. So it’s like one ring post that has both lights and then the one to the left of the double has a yellow and the one to the right has a red light.
Edison: Well these guys are flat even here, but Danny is conscious and has the advantage.
Danny then walks backwards to the other side of Wayde trying to slap the one that only Wayde has slapped. Danny then slaps the turnbuckle and the third yellow light goes up to further dismay from the crowd. Wayde however is up and he has that cowbell in his hands. Danny spins around as he feels the weight shift on the rope. Danny turns around to get a flying cowbell shot right into his mush. Danny clutches his face again as even more blood dribbles from the thick cuts in his face. Wayde then seals the deal by picking up Danny and hitting him with a MASSIVE Binge Trauma planting him right into the mat. Danny is completely KO’d and Wayde swaggers confidently to his next turnbuckle as the crowd pop. Wayde slaps the buckle and now both men have a triangle of the ring covered needing just that final buckle for the win. Wayde heads over confidently looking to finish the deal, he takes his time as he stands a meter away from the buckle but suddenly a mixed reaction comes from the crowd and Wayde feels the weight shift on the bullrope as it twists and it becomes slightly lighter.
Edison: Uh oh, what the Hell is HE doing here?!
Wayde can’t ignore this and he turns around to see MISTER 500% Thunderkiss has entered the ring which sends awe throughout the crowd. Teeks has picked up Danny and put him on his feet effortlessly and has a steel chair wrapped in his ham-like hands. Teeks walks back to the turnbuckle opposite Wayde before flying forward looking like he’s going to KO Danny, Wayde walks forward trying to get in on what he’s about to see and Teeks flies forward but Danny collapses before Thunderkiss can hit him. This doesn’t stop Teeks though and he flies further forward almost as if the momentum of his sprint couldn’t be stopped. Wayde doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late and suddenly Wayde gets smashed in the face with a steel chair. Teeks drops the chair and puts his hand over his mouth as if he’s in shock.
Edison: Uh oh! I think Teeks just dropped the ball.
Danny lies slumped on the ground unable to move due to unconsciousness. Thunderkiss’s expression then changes and he grabs Wayde’s arm and pulls him to his feet before tilting to the side hoisting him up over his head for a HUGE Heaven’s Door. Wayde hits the ground like a bag of shit and doesn’t move as he gets KO’d by Mr. 500%. Teeks then directs his attention to Danny quickly dragging his limp body over to the final turnbuckle as the crowd boo loudly. Teeks doesn’t push Danny up and waits for him to make his own way while Danny slowly pushes up on all fours. Teeks watches Danny carefully checking on Wayde every few seconds who lies face down in the ring, blood pouring out of his face but nowhere near to the extent of Danny. Danny uses the ring ropes to push himself up and then he looks at the Main Eventer standing next to him. Mei-Feng slides into the ring as Danny slaps the final turnbuckle signalling the end of the match. Thunderkiss then directs his attention to Wayde again as Danny unloosens the rope from his wrist.
McNally: Wait wait wait, Thunderkiss HATES Danny. Why the heck did he help him win here?
Edison: I really don’t know, if I know these guys we won’t have to wait long though.
Thunderkiss picks up Wayde and holds him over his head again lifting him with minimal effort. Mei-Feng gets right in front of Thunderkiss as if trying to stop him which warrants a pop from the crowd. Danny sees this and is slightly worried seeing as he’s lost tonnes of blood down his body and head. Danny stumbles out of the corner trying to regain his senses as he watches the scene in front of him. Thunderkiss and Mei-Feng mouth off at each other as Mei tries to defend Wayde but as Thunderkiss drops him for Heaven’s Door. In a shocking twist, Mei-Feng drops to one knee allowing Wayde to get caught in the gut as he gets dropped by Mr. 500% showing that Mei-Feng has turned again. This completely helps Danny to regain his focus as Wayde rolls around the floor clutching his stomach in pain.
McNally: Wait so what, Mei-Feng double-crossed Danny so she could double cross Wayde? NOW THAT is what I call a true lover.
Edison: I don’t think Danny was even in on it! That was all of Mei-Feng’s thinking!
Danny’s jaw drops realizing that Mei manipulated both him and Wayde to help him. Danny and Mei embrace in the centre of the ring while Thunderkiss sits on the middle rope getting ready to leave and Wayde lies motionless. Danny looks over at TK who signals with his thumb that they ought to bail. So, Danny, Teeks and Mei-Feng all exit the ring in their own ways heading off together up the ramp as Wayde lies motionless in the ring. The trio stand at the top of the stage and Danny looks back to the ring as Teeks leads the way out to loud booing. Danny looks back at the ring while Teeks disappears backstage and he sees Wayde who’s sat up with a fuming look on his face. The scene fades as Danny looks on in shock at Wayde.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:05:57 GMT -5
Segment: Mr. 2%? (Credit: FSX)
We all have to begin somewhere. It's a simple fact that everyone and anyone should be aware of, but more often then not it seems that they aren't. Many assume they can do several things at once, or wait until the absolute last second before they give something all of their attention and strain themselves to finish it on time. The truth simply is, however, that we all have to start out somewhere before we can make these promises to ourselves, and before we can believe that success is inevitable. Now as this is made mention to, it doesn't change the fact that a rare few will indeed have quite a bit of fun and ease completing things on short notice, and with alot of pressure they can truly enjoy what they are doing. Those people give...let's say....a 500% effort. They work as if they are five individuals, and they get the job done with time to spare. Truly they are the sort of individual that is meant to be looked up too and praised. At the same time, there are also those that are gods among men. Those that require no time or effort to complete things effectively, and those that should be praised. This build is for those fine, amazing individuals who need only exert a mere 2% of themselves to complete a task with efficiency! They truly are amazing...then again, they could not exist. In fact, this could all be a well performed ruse to catch you off guard! Oh no!
And IT IS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! Or, you know, you can stay and enjoy. We begin tonights array of enjoyment in the pitch black darkness of night. That, or a room that happens to not have any lights on at the moment. As silence appears to be the only notable thing of this situation, an eerie blue light begins to glow as the camera now shows that a room is being highlighted. As it slowly pans around to take a good look at the surrounding area, crates are everywhere. There is nothing to specify what happens to be in them, but they fill the apparent warehouse completely. A few more moments pass as nothing of particular interest seems to happen, before the dim blue glow began to suddenly brighten, and the floor shook as crates bounced and crashed around the room, obscenities and bizarre groans heard as the lights suddenly flash on, and the room actually looks quite a bit like the Senatorial locker room. How odd.
??: ARGGGHHH!! SOMEONE SAVE ME!
As cries are heard in the distance, more angry groans and grunting are heard, and suddenly Kevin Fitsharris bursts outs from behind a few crates and falls to the ground in a heap, panting and looking back in the direction he ran from as he looked petrified with fear.
Fitsharris: S..someone has to help me! I don't want to die!!
More loud groans are heard from the room that Fitsharris escaped from, and he curls up into the fetal position for a moment as they seem to be getting closer and closer.
Fitsharris: I can't hang out in this room alone anymore!! Stuff keeps trying to kill me!
With that said, Kevin takes notice that a stack of crates is teetering and about to collapse down onto him, as he looks up and simply shakes his head as only something so horrible could happen to him. Just as he appears doomed to be crushed by them, however, the angry groaning beast that was threatening to kill him earlier suddenly dives out and stands over him! Blocking the horrible blow of the crates with it's own body, Fitsharris can only look up in shock as the creature collapsed in a pool of white blood on it's side! Wait..white blood? Double wait...is that a cow?
Fitsharris: Bessie! You really did care...LIVE BESSIE, LIIIIIIIVE!
...er....right. As Fitsharris grieves over the cow, the camera takes note that the crates are apparently full of milk cartons. A dairy theme? I guess that explains the title of the segment after all! Now you know!
Fitsharris: You did good, Bessie...you did good.
Shedding a single tear, Fitsharris pats the cow on the back and takes a look at the some the crates, picking up one of the cartons of milk and inspecting it closely. After a moment, he looks quite irritated and throws it into the wall, the camera zooming in on one to show it reads
'MISSING: ACW INTERNATIONAL TITLE'
on the side of it. That can only mean one thing, and there is one culprit to why the cow is dead!
Fitsharris: DAMN YOU, FALLEN!!
On cue, Fallen suddenly makes his way into the room well holding the International Title close to him, seeming to walk around the crates as if they weren't even there and minding his own business as he laid down on the couch. Fitsharris simply stared at him blankly, before looking between the title and the carton of milk in his had.
Fitsharris: Er...why did you send away for a bunch of milk if you have your title, Fallen?
FSX: Hm? Oh, that was from a few days back. You know, during that brief period where Jon Taylor stole my title like a baby. You know, it ended with him giving me one hell of a shot to the face!...hey...is that a dead cow?
Fitsharris: Yeah. Milk killed it.
FSX: I see..
They stare at each other for a moment, before shrugging and Fitsharris starts to clean up the massive mess in the room, FSX simply lazing back on the couch.
FSX: Well, this is definitely killing some time.
Fitsharris: Pretty much, I suppose.
FSX: Even kind of boring, actually. We should be doing something interesting for all those spying at us from their homes.
Fitsharris: Cleaning up alot of milk is interesting, isn't it?
FSX: Nah, that generally only is if someone is cleaning it up with their tongue...if you know what I mean.
Fallen smirks for a moment, before laughing to himself at whatever sick thought happened to be in his mind, and yawning after a moment. As the camera shows him seeming to dose off, it pans back to show Fitsharris cleaning up the milk. On his knees. Lapping it all up. Sexy? Not quite...not quite at all. Morbidly horrifying? Seems to be for the cameraman, as he backs out of the room quite quickly.
Fitsharris: I can't lick everything clean alone!
On cue once again, the cow that was earlier presumed dead suddenly shoots back to a standing position and looks around confused, before spotting Fitsharris and letting out a loud groan. It's times like these you have to wonder if this cow was originally a bull, or if animal sex change operations exist. My guess is they don't. Either way, the cow doesn't appear quite pleased with all that is going on, and Fitsharris is promptly attacked once again! The drama!
Fitsharris: Bessie!? WHYYYYYY, BESSIE?!
Bessie: MOOOOOOOORAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH!
As the cameraman doesn't wait to see what the evil cow has in store from Fitsharris after all, screams are head as he sprints out of the room and slams the door behind him. One has to wonder why the cow chose to save Fitsharris in the first place, if it intended on mutilating him afterward? Perhaps it never intended to save him after all....One also has to wonder what the point was of Fallen ordering a cow with all his milk? Maybe it came free! We'll likely never know, and it will likely never hold a very high importance. Still, one has to wonder if the rapid attack of Bessie will effect Bloody Valentine in some way! It would be just like Jon Taylor to plant a cow in order to take out FSX! The fiend!
....Who knows, though..
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:06:36 GMT -5
Segment: When All of a Sudden… (Credit: Flamingo)
[As the ring ropes were being wiped down in preparation for the next match, the cameras cut to McNally and Edison at the commentary booth. Both men greeted the camera with a smile on their freshly shaven muzzles and looked as suave as James Bond in their matching tuxedo jackets. To keep up with the valentine them, a vase of Roses sat on the table between the both of them and the Bloody Valentine logo had been printed on the outside of the booth.]
McNally: What a fabulous night we’re having here, ACW fans, and it’s only going to get better! Coming up later, we have a battle of champions where the fate of the Entertainment Championship and the Light-Heavyweight Championship will be decided.
Edison: That’s right, Max. For months Senatorial Stable member and Entertainment Champion Jonny Hughes and Entourage member and newly crowned Light-Heavyweight Champion Andrew Starr have been at each other’s throats. Hughes thinks that Starr holding the Light-Heavyweight title is a mockery and believes that a man is not a champion until he fights to defend it. Well, Jonny Hughes has his opportunity to make this happen, but he’s taking one hell of a risk! At the end of the night, one of these men will not have only lost a title… but an entire division!
McNally: What you just heard is correct folks, the Entertainment and Light-Heavyweight division s are both in danger of extinction tonight as the titles are being merged into one!
Edison: I hope Gingerdude remembered to bring the duct tape!
McNally: Also tonight we have that big International title contest between FSX and former champion Jon Taylor!
Edison: Well, not only did Taylor win the International title very quickly in his ACW career, but he also won it from Senator Steve Phillips of all people! I don’t care who you are, those are pretty big accomplishments to have been made while you’re still considered an ACW rookie. Well, then comes FSX of all people and beats the kid clean in the middle of the ring and Taylor lost the title and the bragging rights as champion. Naturally, Taylor didn’t handle it very well.
McNally: Didn’t handle it well?! For weeks he made smear campaigns not only against FSX but ACW World Champ Jake Cheng as well! Hell, Eddie, he stole the International title belt from the Senatorial Stable locker room! This guy has gone off the deep end and there isn’t a lifeguard on duty tonight, instead he gets to face the man he can’t shut up about, FSX.
Edison: Well, Max, let me ask you this, how do you know that this isn’t some elaborate ploy by the Ultimate Competitor to unnerve the champ tonight? You can call Jon Taylor a lot of things, but stupid and unprepared aren’t two of them. I think you’re forgetting about our main even…
[Edison and McNally are both interrupted by “Bad Company” blares over the PA to the almost instant groans of the ACW fans in attendance.]
McNally: Wait a second, Mickey Flamingo?
Edison: Max, we haven’t seen this guy since Ragnarok, what in the world is he doing here?!
[The cameras cut to the top of the ACW entrance ramp just as Mickey Flamingo pushed back the black curtain as the song kicked into the chorus. There was a notable change about Mickey as he stepped out on the top of the entrance ramp – it seemed that the steak had lost its sizzle. ACW had grown accustomed to seeing Mickey Flamingo strutting around wearing long, silver ropes, large pink feathered boas, and sunglasses in doors, but this Mickey had none of that. Instead of a long silver rope, Mickey wore a leather jacket over a black Adrian Flamingo t-shirt. His feathered boas had been replaced by a simple silver chain that sported a silver cross and the “Miraculous One” was sans sunglasses tonight as he stared into the crowd.]
Edison: Max, there’s something not right about Mickey tonight. McNally: You’re telling me, you can practically read the grief on his face. Something has gotten Mickey Flamingo upset.
[Mickey started down the ramp slowly as most of the fans still booed him. The fans he passed on the way down were quick to grow quiet as they also sensed the pain in Mickey’s presence. Mickey forced a grin as he approached the ring and rolled inside it. After being handed a microphone, Mickey paced the inside of the ring, but eventually stopped in the center.]
Mickey: Ladies and gentermen, I come to yew tonite with special permission from Cherman Gingadude to deliver a message for my nephew, Addie Flamingo. Now the last time yew saw me, I wuz gettin’ the mush kicked outta my mouf by that no-good, lyin’ cheat BK Lundon, but I can assure yew that I nor anyone I know to my knawledge will be innerferin’ in tonite’s main event. So, BK, when yew drop the bawl like yew did last time, yew can’t blame it on a Flamingo this time.
[Mickey gave the crowd time to pop at the news of a Flamingo shenanigan-free world title match.]
Mickey: But before I deliver Addie’s message, I wanna tell yew a story first.
[Mickey wandered over to the ropes facing the hard camera and leaned against them while staring at the floor.]
Mickey: When I wuz a boy, I always wanted to be a perfessional wrassler and I would tell everybody I knew that that wuz the path I wanted to walk. No matter who I told, though, they always said the same thing, “Michael Flanagan, git yer head out of the clouds, boy!” Nobody believed in me, nobody gave me a chance to prove myself. So, I went through high school as a football player and then I went into the coal mines jest like my daddy. My brother, though, he wuz always the smart one, he had big dreams and went to college. Pretty soon I wuz hearin’ how much of a success my baby brother was and how proud my family wuz of ‘im, and thar I wuz bustin’ rock underground for minimum wage. I wuz a bitter man, ladies and gentermen, and my life became a hollow shell of bars and coal dust, and it went on that way for twenty years. That wuz until I heard that my brother’s boy had become a werld class wrassler and how he had become the black sheep of the Flanagan family. Finally, someone who understood what it wuz like to be the black sheep on the family… so I called him up and here I am. Now I know that Addie and myself ain’t the most well liked people on the roster, but I jest wanted ya’ll to know that if it weren’t for Addie, I’d probably still be working underground and drinkin’ myself into an early grave.
[There were a few claps from the audience, but many were silent in anticipation for Adrian’s message.]
Mickey: So, I’m sure ya’ll don’t wanna hear this ol’ coot talk much longer. Afterall, yer all here to see some of the best perfessional wrasstlin in all the werld! I’m not gonna take up ya’lls’ time much longer. Addie wanted me to tell ya’ll that on Thursday, February 28th, he’s gonna be back in AC-dubya… but don’t get too excited. Addie won’t be the same Addie yew all know and love… heck, he’s not even the same Addie I knew and love. Well, I’ve taken up enough of ya’lls’ time. Goodnight, ladies and gentermen, we’ll see yew on Thursday Meltdown.
[“Bad Company” by Bad Company blared over the PA as Mickey rolled out of the ring and handed his microphone over to the time keeper. As he walked back up the ramp, there was a small “Addie!” chant throughout the arena which caused Mickey’s face to turn red, but not out of anger. Before the camera could catch it, Mickey turned his head towards the entrance while tears began to well up in his eyes.]
Edison: Wow, Adrian Flamingo is going to be back in action on Thursday?! Max, we haven’t seen or heard from Adrian since BK London put him out days before Ragnarok!
McNally: I don’t know if I like this. What did Mickey mean by “not the Adrian he knew and loved”? Mickey is his nephew’s biggest fan! Could we be seeing a newer, darker Adrian Flamingo at Meltdown?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:07:20 GMT -5
SEGMENT: History Lesson (Credit: T-Kiss/The Maine Man)
The screen cuts to show Thunderkiss and Danny Mainer walking backstage together, the funny sight of the two friends as Thunderkiss literally DWARFS Danny with his huge frame and size while Danny looks like a timid mouse with a huge ego next to him. It’s a strange sight, looks like something out of “Of Mice and Men” but Thunderkiss isn’t retarded and Danny didn’t later go on to a part in the Crime Scene Investigation series. The two walk along smiling and laughing even though Danny has a pint of blood all over his body and face and is drenched in sweat. Thunderkiss slaps Danny on the back repeatedly which makes Danny smile as they walk towards the camera past tech-nerds and other of ACW’s nameless workers.
Danny and TK walk up to the camera as happy as the other. The camera angles up to both of their faces accentuating even further their size differences. The world is in shock as Danny and TK are apparently on the same page and after witnessing the events of what just happened, they have to think that Teeks and Mainer have something to say to the world. Danny starts to talk occasionally choked off by laughter stopping his speech.
Danny: YES! That was perfect! Hahaha, that heh, idiot Wayde didn’t see anything coming. Moron! Wayde hit the ground like a tonne of bricks after you nailed him Teeks!
Mr. 500%: As that hick Wayde would say, “I DONE GONE LOST MY BEER!”
Danny and Teeks then turn around and high-five which almost knocks Danny over due to blood loss but Danny keeps his balance.
Danny: Well, seeing as we have the nation watching us Teeks, why don’t we educate the world on what just happened?
Mr. 500% Have at it my man!
Danny: Alright then asswipes in the audience and watching at home, what you just saw is the greatest moment in the history of the world, this is the kind of thing that your kids will be learning tomorrow from your skanky-ass but vaguely attractive female history teachers or hugely repulsive male ones tomorrow. Me and TK, Thunderkiss and I. Rewind to 2006/7 sometime around then, when Thunderkiss was a young, clean-cut up and comer looking to make an honest living and a name in the business. Thunderkiss was a rookie and I sent him to a Developmental Camp and well…
Danny looks at the floor and TK starts to rage up.
Mr. 500%: For years I’ve heard that infamous rumor, the one that says I left EVE because of my hate for this man right here and because I hated what they did with my career. Well let me tell you people something, that rumor is only half true. I hated every second of what happened to me in EVE, but its not because of Danny, its because of that walking idiot stick that replaced him!
Danny: And around that time, I was died [TK note: lol] . Now, my “Death”. I want people to actually listen as you’re hearing the true story on this one from me here first. I WAS in a car crash, the only survivor in fact but I needed to get away and escape the world and just forget everything so basically I dropped everything and hid. Plain as…
Mr 500%: And while Danny here went underground to get away from this crazy industry, I picked up the phone and dialed a man who wanted my talents in the first place - Chairman Gingerdude. This obviously didn’t make Mainer happy, because he felt that I had abandoned him.
Danny: Yeah, there was a lot of heat between us. There was arguments between feds at Wrestling conferences and shit like that and here’s the thing that NONE of you motherfuckers expected. You know that I’m The King of Vegas and that Teeks was a native himself of the City of Lights.
Mr. 500%: Uh, hello people? KING of VEGAS. What’s my hometown? Where did I grow up at?
Danny: Uhh, Vegas?
Mr. 500% *laughing*: BINGO! Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Mainer and I practically GREW UP together. As kids, we hung out at the same places, went to the same school together and even spent time at each other’s houses. We are practically BROTHERS! Why do you think I went to the GWF to begin with? It was because of this man right here!
Danny: Yeah! So after talking over the phone with the Thunderman, he offered me a deal that no man would refuse… he offered me a place in Entourage. Of course my answer was yes and so as of now, I AM the NEWEST member of Entourage. The King is in the company!
Mr. 500%: Now that the boys from Vegas are back together inside the Entourage, the fun now REALLY begins!
Danny: There is nobody that can stop us, there is nobody that can hold us down. We’re Entourage and we’re going to the next level.
Mr 500%: Starting tonight with the World Title! Get ready Danny, because after tonight, we are going to throw a party that’s going to rock this whole Island into the sea! Lets go!
The 2 smile as TK concludes the speech. They walk off-screen together as we draw to a fade leaving ACW fans wondering what the future of ACW is now as Entourage continues to grow in number and ultimately in power. But will power be spread to thin and crumble or will 'raj only propser and succeed in doing their original task which is dominating all in their path and being the number 1. power team in all of ACW.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:08:30 GMT -5
Segment: "Finally Thinking?" (Credit: Anonymous)
It's been over a week since this began. Have some of you finally begun to thinking about this? Have your brains finally grasped the concept of human thought?
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Maybe you are starting to surprise me. Then again, maybe someone told you to heed my words. Think for yourself for once.
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Here I thought...you wouldn't make the effort to make any considerations as to what this is. But it seems I was wrong.
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Some of you may have pieced it all together. Some of you may be so ignorant as to what is going on. Then again, it may not be ignorance. It could be pure stupidity.
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Those of you that "think" you've pieced it together, make a wild guess. Do yourselves a favor and try. I dare you. Grow a set of balls and go out on a limb. It won't hurt.
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For those of you that are ignorant or feigning ignorance, do me a favor. You can take a long walk off a short pier. Test an ejector seat on a helicopter. Test a screen door on a submarine.
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Have I made this interesting yet? Have you been racking your brains trying to figure this out?
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Now you're all playing my game. It's not Monopoly, but for the record your hotel on Baltic Avenue is a cesspool. I do, however, have a monopoly on this entire mystery. I know everything and you know nothing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:09:07 GMT -5
Match 5: Title Unification of ACW Light Heavyweight and Entertainment titles Andrew Starr vs Jonny Hughes (Credit: Dan White) ] McNally: Next up, we have the unification of the Entertainment Championship and the Light-Heavyweight Championship.Edison: These two have been at each other for aaaaaageeeessss! And they'll end their feud here tonight.Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is the unifiaction match for the Light-Heavyweight Championship and the Entertainment Championship! Coming first to the ring, the Light-Heavyweight Champion, weighing at 220 lbs...from Hartlepool, England, “The Shooter” Jonny Hughes!The murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by a quote from Malcolm X, alerting the fans to the incoming presence of Jonny Hughes". . . And during the few moments that we have left, I want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."The fans in the arena begin a loud chorus of boos as the guitar riff kicks in, the boo is sustained for a few seconds until the drumming kicks in and the lights either side of the AlphaTron flash in perfect timing with the drum beats. Suddenly the drumming is interrupted by the opening lyrics of the song.Look into my eyes, what do you see? Cult of PersonalityThe booing becomes increasingly louder as Jonny Hughes steps onto the stage. Hughes makes his way to the edge of the stage before cockily throwing his hand towel in the air and catching it as it drops and striking a pose in perfect timing with a white burst of pyrotechnics from the AlphaTron. Hughes then makes his way straight to the ring, paying no heed to the fans who are hurling all kinds of abuse at him. He slides into the ring and heads for the nearest turnbuckle to pose for the less than appreciative fans at ringside before dropping from the turnbuckle and removing his jacket and hanging the towel on the turnbuckle as he waits for the start of the match.Philip: And his opponent, The Light-Heavyweight Champion, weighing at 240 lbs...from Kelso, Washington, Andrew Starr!Lights quickly blink out, and the opening chords of "Are You Dead Yet?" by Children of Bodom blare through the Alphatron. Strobe lights blink in time with the bass of the song, primarily in time with the drummers strikes. The first scream from Alexi Laiho rings loud as the primary lights begin to come back on.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!
Main lighting flickers on and off along with the guitar riffs as the intro continues for a few seconds longer before leading into the lyrics.
Don't hear, don't deem Drowning before you dive Don't care, commit To your self destruction drive
Several spotlights circle into center stage, where Andrew Starr is standing with his back to the crowd. His arms are flung outwards from his body, and head tilted up. Spinning around to face the ring, he taunts opponents and those in attendance as he makes his way to the ring.
I kiss the ground With love beyond forever Flip off the sky With bleeding fingers till I die
Starr reaches the ring by now and has rolled in. He crackes the joints in his neck, and jumps back and forth a bit to keep himself moving. The music dies out and Starr settles in ready to wrestle.
Bell rings Starr and Hughes circle the ring, both adamant in taking both titles home with them tonight. They have no hesitation in locking up, and Hughes attempts to punch Starr. But Starr knocks Hughes hard in the head, sending Hughes groggy for a moment. This allows Starr to hit the ropes, and stretch out that right arm of his. Edison: Oh my, the LARIAAAAAATTTTOOOOOOO!!!But Starr is unable to connect, and Hughes manages to avoid being another casualty to Starr's signature move, grabbing Starr's arm and throwing him to the ground. There's a bit of a pop, and the crowd know what's happening. McNally: And Hughes has reversed that lariat into his Anaconda Vice! This match could be over before it started!But Starr manages to twist his leg over and hit the ropes with it, ensuring that this match will continue for some time. Hughes breaks the hold and the two get to their feet, where they keep their distance as the crowd cheers for the explosive start. McNally: Well that's the roof blown off this arena yet again. These two aren't normally popular with the fans, but with such a start like that, it's bound to get anyone excited.Edison: Even coma patients!McNally ignores Eddie's stupid comment as the two wrestlers lock up, and now the match properly gets to start. Starr shoves Hughes into the corner, and throws a couple of punches, but Hughes forces himself away, using his head as a battering ram, and both end up in the middle of the ring. Starr grabs Hughes by the arm and whips him at the ropes. Starr goes for a Spinebuster, but as he lifts Hughes up, Hughes sends Starr to the ground with a DDT. McNally: Nice counter there by Hughes, he certainly looks the more likely to win the match at this early stage, but Starr won't give up that easily.Starr slowly picks himself up off the floor, but is treated to a swift Monkey Toss and sent back to the canvas. Undeterred, he gets back up, but receives a kick to the gut and a Snapmere. Hughes makes a quick pin at this point, but even he knows he won't get the pin already. Instead he gets to his feet, and picks Starr up. He goes for the Shock and Awe, planting a front slam, a double stomp, but the Back Senton fails as Starr manages to roll out the way. Hughes harshly hits the floor, and Starr quickly capitalises, delivering the Falling Starr (Knee Drop) to the face. Starr rolls Hughes over and makes his first pin attempt of the night, but Hughes kicks out at two. McNally: And a firm kickout there by Hughes! He's not looking to lose the Entertainment Title that easily.Edison: I bet he does, though. And you've forgotten to say that this is a Senatorial Stable vs. Entourage match.McNally: Indeed it is, Eddie. Nice to see you've done your research.Edison: Anything for the team, Maxy.Both men raise to their feet, Hughes after Starr. Starr attempts to use this to his advantage and he tries to hit a Russian Leg Sweep, but a swift elbow to the face stopped that attempt. As Starr stumbles around holding his face, Hughes catches his breath, and then hits a Roaring Elbow, a spinning elbow to the side of the face, causing more pain in Starr's camp. Starr falls to one knee, and Hughes leaps in and attempts to lock in the Hughes Special. But Starr manages to roll out the way, and Hughes hits the ropes McNally: Starr was almost in big trouble there! If the Hughes Special had been locked in then it would have been game over.Starr manages to pick himself up, and he glares at Hughes, now knowing his game. But Starr has little interest in tapping out, or losing his title. Instead, he grabs Hughes by the head, and throws it onto his knee. Hughes flies to the ground, and Starr smirks. He gets up, and begins laying the boots into Hughes' head and torso. Hughes is forced to roll into a corner, and this stops the onslaught for a while, as the ref forces Starr back. McNally: Starr was exceptionally vicious there. You can tell he really wants the win.Edison: I'm not sure, I think Hughes will win this one, even if submission moves are boring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:11:16 GMT -5
Edison's comment as ever will anger a few people, but as long as Hughes doesn't hear then he's fine. Starr lets Hughes get to his feet, and again they lock up. Starr throws a punch, but Hughes ducks it, hooking the arm and planting a snap suplex. The two get to their feet with Starr a little worse for wear, but still battling hard and tries a clothesline. Hughes ducks it, and slips behind Starr, hitting him with a German Suplex. The crowd admire the two suplexes as Starr hits the ground, and Hughes gets to his feet, scoffing as Starr looks up at the Entertainment champion.
McNally: Well once again, Hughes has gotten the upper-hand on Starr.
Starr manages to get to his feet, but is introduced to a Butterfly Suplex hold. Starr resists, using his extra 20 lbs to avoid the slam, and instead manages to push Hughes away. Angry at being shoved in such a manner, Hughes storms straight back into Starr, but Starr takes Hughes by surprise with a thunderous Roundhouse Kick. Hughes takes a couple of steps back, clearly in Coo-Coo land, before slowly falling backwards like a fallen tree.
Edison: TIIIIIIIIIIIMBEEEEEERRRRRR!!
Hughes is on the floor, but this isn't enough to warrant a cover in Starr's eyes. Instead, he looks to the turnbuckle and begins unfastening the top turnbuckle pad, throwing it into the crowd and unveiling the steel buckle. He turns around and notices Hughes on his knees, slowly recovering from such a powerful kick. Starr helps him up to his feet, then whips him at the ropes. Hughes returns to the centre of the ring, and Starr takes him to the floor with a back body drop. With the ball in Starr's court now, he circles his right shoulder, looking to want to hit the lariat. Hughes gets to his feet, holding his coccyx, and manages to expertly duck the second lariat attempt.
McNally: And again, that was such a close attempt! Neither of these men are being successful in hitting their finishes.
Starr turns around, totally surprised by Hughes' agility, and is met with another attempt to lock in the Hughes Special! But luckily for Starr, he's close to the ropes and manages to grab hold of them before getting into too much trouble. Hughes releases his arm, annoyed that once again Starr managed to escape, and remaining in the match. The two again get to their feet. The match being fought at such a high pace has clearly taken a toll on both of the two. But the hunger to be ACW's first Light-EnterHeavyweighTainment Champion is too much of a temptation to give up this easily.
Hughes and Starr again lock up. Hughes attempts an Irish Whip, but Starr reverses it and smashes Hughes into the exposed steel buckle. Hughes bounces straight back, with a small cut on his forehead, and walks straight back into Starr. Starr hooks Hughes' arms into a Full Nelson hold and looks to go for the Full Nelson, but Hughes hits a sly low blow, unbeknownst to the referee.
McNally: Cheat! Hughes just cheated! Edison: Come on Hughes! I have money on you winning!
As Starr hops around the ring holding his crucials, Hughes prepares himself again. He leaps forward, attempting to lock in the Hughes Special, but Starr manages to force his way out of the move, lifting Hughes onto his shoulder and hitting a very rapid Sit-Out Burning Hammer, the “Dead On Impact”!
McNally: What a move! It's over! Edison: That was an amazing reversal! Come on Hughes, kick out!
Starr goes for the cover: 1......2.......3!!!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Still the Light-Heavyweight Champion and the new Entertainment Champion...Andy Starr!!!
McNally: And this is a massive occasion in Alpha Championship Wrestling! Edison: Damnit, Hughes! How did he lose?! Starr cheated surely! I demand a rematch!
”Are You Dead Yet?” plays again, and the fans are appreciative of Starr's win, as he climbs to his feet and grabs both titles off the referee. The site of the Entourage member holding both titles is a fantastic site, something we've never seen before in ACW. He's quick to leave the ring, as Hughes is slowly getting to his feet. He's clearly angry, as he's not only lost his chance to become Light-Heavyweight Champion, but also losing his Entertainment Championship. He's clear to show his true emotions, shoving the referee over when he tries to assist him out the ring, and this just allows the crowd to excel in riling him up more, as we fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:12:32 GMT -5
Segment: This Segment Has No Title (Credit: Hunter)
As we return from the commercial break, we once again find ourselves before one of the oldest and most classic sights in ACW history: Andrew Hunter, former ACW World Champion, current full-time smart ass, sort of leader of the Senatorial Stable, leans against a wall a few feet behind Kevin Anderson, who as always stands a few feet between Hunter and the camera. Although Kevin's general mood has recently turned from terrified to cocky, Hunter's mood and general way of acting towards others remains exactly the same. Kevin is wearing his best suit, which makes a perfect amount of sense, given the present situation, date, and event, but Hunter is dressed in his regular ring attire, trench coat and sunglasses thrown over. After a few moments, the red dot appears on Kevin's shiny forehead, and Hunter instinctively walks over to Kevin's side as the famed, award-winning ACW interviewer begins.
Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with former ACW World Champion Andrew Hunter, who tonight will be competing in the ACW World Championship Match for an opportunity to become the first ever three-time World Champion...as if he didn't have enough ego-boosting accolades already.
Hunter: No, 'fraid I don't, Kevin. My ego's so enormous that they had to make this roof removable so I could actually make it inside the building.
Kevin: I don't doubt that at all. Now, your thoughts on tonight's match?
Hunter: How many times have I, on record, said that I'm fairly confident I'd win?
Kevin pulls out a pad of paper and looks through it before settling on a page.
Kevin: Uh...seven or so?
Hunter: Bull shit. It's gotta be more than that.
Kevin looks down again and chuckles.
Kevin: Oh, I'm sorry, my thumb obscured it. It's seventy.
Hunter: Yeah, that makes more sense. Well I stand by my statement.
Kevin: Look, Hunter, I get that you're a confident, cocky douchebag. But are there, for once, any specific reasons as to why you're so cocky?
Hunter: Naturally. Take Cheng, for instance. Yes, he beat me last month and became the World Champion, God knows why. But he got lucky. Look at our fucking records, man! We've wrestled almost TWENTY FUCKING TIMES. And how many times has he actually beaten me? Twice. TWICE. Both times were complete luck. I actually have a good track record against him, so I'm not too worried about him beating me. And rightfully so.
Kevin: And Thunderkiss?
Hunter: Who?
Pause.
Hunter: Oh, right, Mr. Blistering Thundercunt.
He chuckles to himself while Kevin rolls his eyes, fairly bored and unimpressed with this "insult."
Hunter: Eh, we've wrestled like...once or twice or whatever. I'm still not convinced he's an actual wrestler because he basically just beats the shit out of shit. And, thing is, that's my specialty too. I've fought many a big man, and I know full well how to take his ass down and keep it down.
Kevin: I'm certain.
Pause.
Hunter: What, no gay jokes?
Kevin: Unnecessary. Everyone already knows you take it from behind, I don't have to add my commentary.
Hunter chuckles.
Kevin: That just leaves London.
Hunter: And as I've said before, he's the only real one I'm going to bother "worrying" about. But in my language, "worrying" basically translates to, "Hey, might as well chug a couple of Red Bull's before I head out tonight, eh?"
Kevin: How productive.
Hunter: Naturally. If anyone's winning the title tonight whose name isn't "Andrew Hunter," it's him. But the only reason he'd win it is because I'd let him, mainly because I'd get the urge to rape Fallen Heroes into submission and get a shot at Omega Effect.
Kevin: Sounds like a plan.
Hunter: Oh indeed. Anything else?
Kevin does not answer, and instead he simply takes a step to the side and motions behind him. Hunter chuckles slightly and walks by him, and Kevin simply tosses the mic at the cameraman and walks away, much like Hunter does. Little else is said...not that it would need to be. They are men of few words when not mixed together, it would seem.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:15:50 GMT -5
Hide and Seek Credit: Jay Zero [/b][/color][/center] As we cut into our next shot following another segment-- we immediately see the massive chest of a superstar. The man continues to walk towards the camera while the shot gets larger. The camera keeps zooming out and we are now able to visualize who the large man is. It is none other than the 6' 4" tall, 320 pound beast, Limelight. He's sporting no t-shirt to show off his large pecs and muscles. Along with his Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Title, he has long, loose fitting black sport pants on with a lime green line going down the middle. Just to the right of him is Nicholas Savich, the manager with a vengeance. They march down the hallway, obviously with a cause. Limelight stretches his arms out and gets his "Game Face" on as Nick tries to pump him up. [/center] Savich: Alright, now listen! This is what we've been waiting for! Do you hear me?! Limelight grunts as they keep walking. [/center] Savich: This is OUR night! We came here for a reason, and god dammit, we're going to make sure that it happens! They continue to walk down the corridors of the arenas backstage area. [/center] Savich: HAH! Yes! He quickly jumps in front of Limelight and stops him. [/center] Savich: Here we go big man! The Broiler Room is just up ahead! It's time! Come on, hand me your title first! Savich looks back the door while licking his lips as he holds his arms out. Limelight unhooks the title belt from around his waist and places it into Nicks hands. Nicholas smacks Limelight on the back, making him grit his teeth. [/center] Savich: Alright, you know the plan! No mercy! Give him hell! And then bring him back to me conscious! We'll negotiate the rest from there! Now .... GET HIM! " RRRRRRRAAAAARRRGH" The slightly psychotic, controlled hand puppet known as Limelight screams out in a vicious tone. He smacks his chest and begins to walk in a very fast pace towards the broiler room door, where Andrew Starr told them they would find Jay Zero. Nicholas follows behind Limelight several feet away to stand back from any wild punches that may go flying.
As he approaches the room, Limelight becomes more and more intense. His passion grows and burns with desire. He stops abruptly, finally reaching his destination. Within two seconds or so, he smiles and swings the door open, charging in to hunt his prey.
He sprints into the room and jumps into an athletic stance, the perfect position to catch any attack that Jay Zero is about to throw at him. But ---- much to his surprise. Nobody jumps out.
He looks around the room, slightly letting up his guard. He shoots looks to the left, and then to the right. Nobody is in here. Nobody at all. From outside the door, Nicholas sees Limelight looking around in a confused state and he steps into the room. He takes a look himself and then yells out at his pet. [/center] Savich: What's going on in here?! Where's Zero?! Clearly, Nick is beginning to realize that he was indeed taken as a fool by Andrew Starr. He begins to scrunch his lips up but then decides to take action. [/center] Savich: THAT'S IT! LIME! TEAR THIS ENTIRE ROOM APART! I WANT JAY ZERO, SO FIND HIM RIGHT NOW! Irate, he swings his body around and exits the room, running his hands through his hair. He walks down the hallway a bit, completely covering his face as he screams out. [/center] Savich: GOD DAMMIT! THIS WAS MY NIGHT! Noises of boxes and wooden crates being thrown to the concrete floor is what fills the background as Nicholas steams out his anger. Tables are being flipped and tools are sent crashing to the floor while Limelight physically destroys the room.
Just then --- there is a click. One that sounds as if a door was shut. There is no longer a loud ruckus going on in the background. [/center] Savich: I ... I swear! He's going to pay! NOBODY STRIKES ME AND GETS AWAY WITH IT SCOTT-FREE! I'LL RING HIS NECK MYSELF IF I HAVE TO! Nicholas continues to vent out his anger as he clutches two fists very tightly. The Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight title has already dropped to the ground and it lays there, unimportant. What Nicholas doesn't expect however, is this .... [/center] "So how'd you find me?"Savich *Shocked* : WHAT?! He throws his hands down and spins his body around 180 degrees very quickly as he and the camera gets a good shot of Jay Zero, the first time since Warfare on February 11th. Nicholas looks shocked at first to actually see Jay before he finally shoots a smile while shaking his head. Jay is wearing normal, dark, faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The mascara is caked on and his hair lacks no spray as he totally prepared himself tonight. He begins to walk towards Nick. [/center] Savich: Looookeeey here! You made a smart choice finally showing up! Zero: Really? [/color] Savich: Oh definitely! That five thousand was money well spent! Ha! Ha! Ha! Zero: Five thousand? ... Pffft, wait a minute! Are you saying you just wasted five thousand dollars on me?! For what? did you hire another goon to do your dirty work for you? [/color] Savich: Please! Your friend Andy Starr tipped me off on where you were hiding and in return I paid him five thousand! Great investment in my eyes since tonight, you're finally going to be mine! Zero: ----Weeeeeell, that's not creepy or anything...
But anyways, that's some good luck right there. [/color] Nicholas looks at him confused. [/center] Savich: And what in the hell is that supposed to mean? Zero: Heh--he fooled you! [/color] Savich: ..I.. don't understand. If you're here, then how did he fool me?! Zero: Well for one, I don't have a clue how he would know if I WAS here or not. I haven't talked to him in weeks. I haven't talked to anyone in ACW for that matter. You just got lucky that I happened to stroll by when I did. [/color] Savich *Mumbling under his breath*: .... Oh, the nerve on that kid! LIMELIGHT! LIMELIGHT! Zero: Why all the yelling Nick? [/color] Slowly, Jay approaches closer -- and closer, and closer. Nicholas nervously backs up and screams out once more. [/center] Savich: LIIIIIIME LIIIIIIGHT![/color][/size] Zero: Oh? What is it Nick?! Huh? Is your boy not coming fast enough for ya'? [/color] He comes closer and Nick begins to become more and more anxious. [/center] Zero: You said you'd ring my neck if you had to! Enough talk big man, I'm right here! [/color] Jay taunts him with his arms held out wide as if he's allowing Nick to get a free shot in on him. [/center] Do it![/color] Nicks bottom lip begins to tremble as he furiously tries to look beyond Jay Zero's body and to the broiler room door. However, to his discontent, Jay continues to block his view. [/center] HEY! [/color] Nick reels backwards very quickly after Jay takes a different tone in his voice and snaps. [/center] IF I'M TALKING TO YOU, THEN I EXPECT YOU TO LISTEN TO ME, ALRIGHT?! NOW ARE YOU GOING TO HIT ME OR NOT? [/color] Jay Zero stops walking forward and Nick takes notice. The tides have definitely changed now that its just the two alone again. Nicholas clenches his right hand into a fist and then tries another approach to things. [/center] Savich: Jay, enough is enough. You need to listen to me now! Just do it already. [/color] Savich: Jay --- I never wanted it to come down to this! I never ... I never wanted a fist fight between us! All I ever wanted was harmony! All I ever wanted is for you and I to work as a team and soar through the rankings! You can be the best in this place! All you need is a little motivation and a great guy behind the scenes to get you there! So come on--- what do you say? Let's just put the fists down and settle this like men, eh? Nicholas puts on a fake smile and looks at Jay as if he's really trying to sell it. Jay lets out a gentle "Heh.." and turns his body around a bit, dropping his arms to his sides. He rubs his chin for a little bit and then turns back to Nick. [/center] You really are something ... d'ya know that? Heh, I mean one second you're saying how much you want me to "pay" and the next --- you're kissing ass and sucking up all because you know there's nobody here to save you. [/color] Savich: Are you joking!? I have a 320 pound hot head nearly 20 feet away! One more call of his name and he'll be on your ass like a turkey vulture on road kill! Really? [/color] Savich: YES! Really! "Hmmm..." hums Jay. [/center] So, ... Why hasn't he come the first two times you've said his name? [/color] Savich: --Well, he uhm. He .. He ..... Wait! Why in the HELL am I answering to YOU?! YOU SHOULD BE ANSWERING TO ME! LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME![/color][/size] Hahahahaha! [/color] Jay laughs out loud and Nicholas doesn't believe that he's seeing this. It's as if Jay has reached a new confidence level as of late. [/center] Savich: So, this is funny?! HUH?! HOW FUNNY IS IT GOING TO BE PRETTY BOY WHEN YOU FINALLY GET THE BEATING THAT YOU DESERVE COMING TO YOU?!? HUH?! Hahaha-- well, hah.. I uhh, hahahaha! [/color] The mood that Jay Zero is in only aggravates Nick more. The veins in his forehead and neck are popping now as his face turns red. [/center] Savich: WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?!? LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, NOW! [/color][/size] Oh -- haha... heh, you can keep calling! But, heh--heh heh..I don't think he's going to be coming to uhh "save the day" for you, old guy. [/color] Finally, to explain what he's saying, Jay moves out of the way and points to the Broiler Room, which is now closed and sealed off by a large steel chain and padlock. Nicholas' eyes bulge out at the sight, now realizing that he should have stuck with the sweet, sensitive approach. Limelight is locked in --- and now his manager is locked out.
His head begins to shake back and forth. "No...No...No!" Jay walks towards Nicholas again with the cocky smile that we've all become accustomed to planted on his face. [/center] See! You're all alone now! [/color] Time starts to slow down now... Anxiety is kicking back in. [/center] Just you ....[/color] With each stride that he takes, Nicholas' heart beat slows down. Jay Zero has made the best out of an opportunity and he's opened up his own cage... [/center] .... And me ... [/color] And just like that! -THWAAACK!- Nicholas rapidly sends his right palm across Jay Zero's cheek with a thunderous slap. A blow much more disrespectful than the punch that Jay was expecting. His face swings to the right and his hand immediately shoots up to clench the spot where the pain is stinging. Within a heartbeat, Nicks eyes open wide as a small smile comes upon his face. A real one.
However, in just another heart beat, Jay Zero springs up and throws a right fist into his jaw, just like we saw several weeks ago. Nicholas Savich is sent hard to the ground holding his chin in agony. As he lays there, we can only wonder what it running through his head right now -- and what's running through Jay's.
Jay picks Nicholas up and grabs him by the collar of his suit. With one quick thrust to the right, he throws Nick back first into the wall and grits his teeth as he holds him in place. [/center] And NOW the fun starts! I accept your street fight! Meet me in the ring in ten minutes. [/color] He lets go of the collar and forces Nicholas to the ground. His torso bounces off the concrete and he rolls over to his back, groaning in pain as he continues to hold his jaw. Jay Zero has already begun to walk away, but turns back towards his enemy for one last thing. [/center] Oh! One more thing ...
--You may be needing this.[/color] Jay tosses his left arm up and something shiny gleams in the light as it goes through the air.
"Tink-tink-tink"
Nicholas looks over to his left to find a small silver key rebounding off the concrete floor and next to his ear.
Jay turns back around and continues to walk off screen. With Limelight still locked in the room, it makes you think if he's even noticed that the door has been locked, or even closed for that matter. He's most likely tearing the room to shreds, still furiously searching for the man who has cleverly locked him in. With the strength that he's built up from anger, Nicholas reaches over and grabs the key, looking up at Jay in the process. He grits his teeth together and sighs out loud as the screen fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:17:05 GMT -5
Segment: A Winter Funeral (Credit: Lucrezia)
Anna Sommers snuggles closer to her father, face burrowed in his chest. Gingerdude wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. They breathe easy on the couch, father and daughter finally reunited. Tired from the day's travels, Anna quickly slips into a light slumber, snoring almost comically into Ginger's jacket. Ginger relaxes, his stomach rising and falling in time with Anna's. They're safe in his private office, tucked away in a cozy couch hidden from the crazed antics of the ACW roster. Safe, for now.
Ginger marvels at the sleeping form of his beautiful daughter; the soft flattering light of his study lamp falls gently on her golden locks. He will be a grandfather soon. The thought strikes him odd--he barely considers himself to be a father, much less a grand one. His thoughts drift to Paris, and the Opera House in Marseille, and of course his Faith, his beautiful Faith, dead now, her grave accumulating piles of snow as the winter rages on. The weight of her memory bears down upon him, making his eyelids droop. Soon, he is asleep, dozing with the limp form of Anna Sommers in his lap.
It is winter. Faith Sommers lies, confined to her queen-sized bed in the third story of her opulent winter home. Bed rest. Bed rest and lots of tea, the doctors recommended. Faith drinks down her tea, her breath tinged with herbs and spices. She expects to hear the pitter-patter of little feet scurrying up the stairs. The house is empty. Anna enrolled in a Parisian boarding school to study the finer points of cruelty and gossip--and the odd Bible passage or two. A house is not made to be empty.
Faith glances to her left. The telephone at her nightstand is silent and unmoving. It rang two Sundays ago at 10:47 a.m. The caller had the wrong number. Faith wept for two days. She thought of her Gingerdude, in America, working hard so as to think of nothing else. Working to forget his Faith. He believes Faith deserted him; Faith left him in the Marseille Opera House. Of course, such fancies are fanciful: faith never abandons. You decide to abandon faith, and reap the seeds you sow.
The funeral was modest in winter, a love-her-shove-her affair attended by two close friends and the village idiot. Ginger bought a plane ticket to France. A flight attendant released the inflatable flotation slide by accident, delaying his flight six hours. When he arrived in Guérande, she was already below. His Faith was buried under heaps of snow, a cold and frosty barrier un-breachable even by the entire United States military. He kissed his glove, then transfered his lips to the tip of her tombstone. Buried then, his Faith...
Now, Faith is returned. A huggable thing, curled up in a ball in his lap. He moves to stroke her hair, but pads only air. Groggily, he shakes his head awake, clearing his vision with a quick eye rub. Anna is gone, and in her place lies a post-it note tacked to Ginger's computer.
"I love you, Daddy. Have faith in my return."
It is winter now. Snow would be falling over France. It is falling over the coast of Normandy, over the Opéra de Marseille, falling softly on a small café shop in Paris. Falling, too, upon every tree and tombstone in the unremarkable cemetery in Guérande where Faith Sommers lies buried. It lies thickly on the stone crosses, the angel wings, and 'les lys.' His heart beats gently as the snow falls faintly through the world, like a soft blanket of pure white, 'upon all the living and the dead.'
For the first time in a long time, Ginger's faith stirs inside him.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:17:58 GMT -5
Surprise Match: Unsanctioned Street Fight. (Jay Zero vs. Limelight) Credit: Jay Zero The arena is jam packed, full of energetic and lively fans for tonights event. And what's not to love? They've seen a handicapped match, a bloody match, bull rope match, and unification match! Certainly these fans have gotten what they've paid for tonight with a couple great matches still to come! They all fight for their chance to be shown on pay-per-view as the camera pans around ringside.
After catching glimpses of a wide range of different fans and signs, the camera stops in front of the top "tag team" in ACW: 'Fast' Eddie Edison and Maxwell McNally. [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Oh man Max, what a show! Maxwell McNally: No doubt about it and Eddie, I'm sure that the excitement is far from over! Ahh, he couldn't have said it any better. "Unbroken [Hotel Baby] by Monster Magnet pumps through the speakers and blasts into eardrums! Jay Zero's video entrance plays on the AlphaTron and the combination of dark and light blue spotlights begin to shine down all throughout the arena. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well, speaking of which -- here comes Jay Zero down to the ring! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Until about -- say twenty minutes ago we haven't even seen Zero since he popped Nicholas Savich right in the kisser a few weeks back! Maxwell McNally: Yup, and while he was gone Nick made a challenge to Jay. He put it out there nice and simple for him! "Show up Saturday, and bring your fighting gear. Cause it's going to be a street fight!" Jay has already made it halfway down the aisle way. For a change, the balance between the cheering and the booing is a bit lopsided -- this time leaning more towards the cheering side. He seems to like the change in attitude of the crowd as he smiles while walking towards the ring and staring out into the thousands of people in attendance. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Lets just hope for his sake that he has some plans hidden up his sleeve cause quite honestly I don't even see this being a fair fight. He approaches the ring and instead of entering it, he steers off to the right and keeps walking. [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Of course it's not going to be a fair fight Max! I mean Limelight has atleast 120 pounds over Jay Zero! I mean you're looking at a light heavyweight -- compared to a SUPER Heavyweight! Jay walks towards the time-keepers table just alongside the announcers table where Maxwell and Eddie are sitting. Jay motions for Philip to stand up, so he does. Instead of Jay demanding to have his chair or something like that, he instead pulls Philip close to say something into his ear.
About ten seconds pass where the two converse about things. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Well we're looking to start things off here but it looks like Jay Zero has something to tell our head ring announcer, Philip Jones. They keep talking. Jay does the most of it. A few moments later Jay smiles and turns around and Philip nods his head. Jay gets a short running start and then slides under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet and turns towards a turnbuckle, quickly climbing up to the second rope to pose as hundreds of light bulb flashes light up the arena.
Philip walks back to his seat and whispers a few words to the time keeper and the bell-ringer. Next thing we know, we have a contest. [/center] DING! DING! DING! [/b][/size] Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been told that the following contest is an Unsanctioned Street Fight! "YEAAAAAH!" The barbaric ACW crowd goes wild at the announcement as Philip addresses the crowd and Jay's music fades out.
Philip nods his head as he politely smiles with his arms held behind his back and the microphone out of the way of his mouth as he allows the crowd time to settle.
Jay Zero takes one final glance out into the crowd and then jumps off the turnbuckle, turning around in mid-air and landing the opposite way in the ring. Philip Jones: The rules for this contest are simple! There are none! There is no time limit, there is no disqualifications, and most importantly, there is no referee! That means that this contest will not be booked as "official" and will end only when one competitor sees that his opponent has taken enough damage and they walk out! With all of that being said, let's get this fight underway! No special entrance like normal for these two as the lights remain on when "Freak" by Silverchair begins to blast on the announce system. The chorus of boos break out in perfect harmony as an irate Nicholas Savich leads his lone soldier Limelight out onto the stage. [/center] Maxwell McNally: And there he is! Limelight! Philip: Approaching the ring from Portland, Maine! He weighs in tonight at a MASSIVE 321 pounds! Standing at 6' 4" tall! He is accompanied to the ring by his manager Nicholas Savich! Ladies and gentlemen! The Portland Pro Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMELIIIGHT! Limelight looks very angry as he stares down Jay Zero on his way towards the ring. Nicholas is twice as angry as he constantly yells at Limelight to get revenge for him. One hand is held on the jaw that Jay recklessly punched nearly twenty minutes ago, and one hand is occupied holding a clipboard of some sort. [/center] 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Heh! I'm telling you Max, this isn't going to be pretty! Just take a look at him! The stats say how big he is, but you just don't know for sure until you see him in person! He's a monster! With no time to be wasted, Limelight breaks out into an all-out sprint towards the ring. Jay lightly jumps on his feet to stay prepared. [/center] Maxwell McNally: And here we go!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:18:26 GMT -5
Limelight hits the ring and Jay quickly dives on his opponent clubbing him in the back as fast and as hard as he can. BAM! BAM! BAM! Shot after shot after shot and Limelight isn't phased at all! He pushes himself up onto one knee and finally gets an arm free. He raises his palm into the air and thrusts it forward, pushing Jay half-way across the ring. This is Limelights first chance to finally stand up -- but Jay isn't one to stay down from jush a single push. He rolls backwards back onto his feet and charges towards Limelight who lowers his shoulder and rams it straight into Zero's gut, lifting him up in the process and then slamming him back down onto the mat, rattling the ropes. "Ooooooooh!" [/center] Ever-so-quickly the bigger man has taken control of the match! Devastating blows to the head are already making Jay lose grip of reality. The shots from the heavy fist of Limelight come hard, and they come fast! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: This fight has just started and ... Well at this rate doesn't look like it's going to last too long! Maxwell McNally: I have to agree with you on that one Eddie. I mean Limelight just grabbed Jay and just --- slammed him into the mat! Now driving fist after fist after fist into his skull?! Jay definitely bit off more than he can chew here tonight! Now that he sees that Limelight is in control, Nicholas begins to run his mouth. From outside the ring, he begins to bark the orders. [/center] "LIME! LIME!" He hears the shrieking voice and begins to lay off the punches. He then stands up and looks towards his manager. [/center] "PICK HIM UP! AND DRIVE HIM!" To back up his words, he viscously swings his arm in a motion pointing towards the turnbuckle. Limelight nods his head. [/center] Maxwell McNally: And here we go. Nicholas Savich is already beginning to direct traffic. 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Well he should be able to! He's been waiting ages for this! Maxwell McNally: Yeah, but why Eddie? Limelight asks no questions and does exactly what his master tells him to. He grabs Jay Zero by his ever-so-delicate hair and yanks him up to a vertical base. Once again, he lowers his shoulder and rams it into Jay's gut -- but this time he uses his giant quads to sprint forward with the 195 pound Jay Zero on his shoulder and ram him back first into a set of turnbuckles. BOOM! He rams his brawny, well-built shoulder into Jay's midsection. BOOM! He repeats the process! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! He pulls himself back a bit and Jay starts to stumble forward, holding onto the ropes to stay vertical. Limelight stalks him and then sprints forward and dives towards the mat, chop blocking Jay at the back of his knee to take out one of his weapons. Jay collapses to the ground, holding his knee. Limelight lights his left leg up high and them slams it into Jay's back as he is on all fours trying to stand back up. On the outside, Nicholas is clapping and cheering for Limelight with the PPW Heavyweight Title and the clipboard he brought down with him resting on the ring apron. [/center] Limelight backs off from Jay, allowing him time to get up on his own. Slowly, Jay pulls up, holding his stomach in pain. Limelight charges and quickly sends Jay back down with a big lariat. The back of his head snaps backwards and smacks the mat very hard. Savich is only pleased by the one-sided fight so far. But--he's not pleased enough. "IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?!? STICK IT TO HIM!" Limelight looks at Savich with quite possibly a look that expresses nothing but anger. He screams out ferociously and glares at Jay Zero who has already begun pulling himself up. Limelight paces back and forth, thinking of what to do next. Before Jay can act, he rebounds of the ropes and sprints forward. Not totally at his feet yet, he rolls forward to his feet and completely catches the big man off guard with a big dropkick that stops him in his tracks and sends him stumbling off to the right. "YEAAAH!" "HERE WE GOOOOO!" The crowd really seems to be backing up Zero in this contest. [/center] "NO!" 'Fast' Eddie Edison: What?! Come on! Maxwell McNally: Finally! What looks to be another fresh breath of air for Jay Zero. Lets see if he can capitalize! Limelight catches himself and looks back over. Jay Zero has quickly got himself up, looking to build momentum. He runs forward but all that the kick did was upset the monster. With one swift motion, Limelight kicks his leg up and takes Jay down with a big boot. He lifts Jay up and slams his fist into his jaw. Jay stumbles backwards but remains standing. Limelight walks forward and grabs Jay by the hair. He spins him around and then proceeds to lay a hard back elbow into his face. Jay reels back, holding his nose in pain. When he looks up towards the camera, we can see that bloodshed has already begun. Maxwell McNally: Is that --- ? 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Jay's bleeding already! Limelight grabs Jay again and backs him up into the ropes. He whips him forward and then runs directly behind him. Jay bounces off the opposite ropes and is IMMEDIATELY met with a Yakuza Kick that sends him backwards over the top rope and crashing to the outside mats. Savich has to dive out of the way to avoid Jay Zero landing right on top of him. Jay has been laid out now, holding his head from where he hit the mats. 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Yakuza Kick! Limelight exits the ring to meet Jay and Nicholas on the outside. He quickly kicks Jay in the side. In the background, we can clearly see Nicholas going under the ring and searching for something. Limelight picks Jay up and slams his knee into his gut. He spins him and rams him shoulder first into the security barricade. Nick then hits Limelight on the shoulder. He turns around and is met with a lead pipe being held out in front of him. Mysteriously, Limelight smiles. He grabs the pipe and turns back around where Jay tries to fight back, punching him straight in the stomach. This doesn't do much to him at all though, and instead only heats him up more. He raises the lead pipe but once again, Jay strikes. This time, he uses his entire body and uses his shoulder as a battering ram, sending Limelight back a few steps. Quickly, Jay stands up and ducks under a swinging attempt with the pipe. Limelight turns around but isn't quick enough to respond to a swift kick in-between the legs. "Ooooooh!" All the men watching just felt that low blow themselves. [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Feb 23, 2008 16:19:44 GMT -5
The lead pipe drops to the ground and the bloody, beaten Jay Zero picks it up, proceeding to club Limelight in the back of the neck with it. He stumbles forward towards the ring apron, having to listen to Nicholas' screaming in one ear as he completely tears him a new one for letting Jay take control. The pipe is now swung baseball bat style, straight into Limelights back. He grimaces in pain, but shakes it off quickly as he spins his body around and grabs Jay by whatever he can get a hold of. He violently whips his body around and throws Jay who ends up kicking the steel steps with the back of his legs. "Come - On - Zero *Clap, Clap, ClapClapClap!* [/center] Jay begins to crawl, not letting himself stay down. He begins to make his way over to the time keepers table. Limelight starts to march over towards Jay. Quickly, Philip is motioned out of his seat and Jay lunges forward, grabbing it and quickly folding it. He spins around and smacks the steel into Limelights skull -- nearly bending the chair! ! CRRAAAAACK ! [/b][/size] Limelight stumbles backwards and trips over the steel steps! The first time the big man has fallen! This is Jays opportunity to strike! 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Ouch! Jay falls backwards now onto the time keepers table, trying to catch his breath. Limelight rises to his feet, completely irate at this point. Jay lunges forward again, swinging the chair! ! BAM ! [/center][/b][/size] The chair shot doesn't have the same intensity as the first, but it still does the trick. Limelight stumbles this time, but no more than that. Jay goes for a third and final shot, but Limelight side steps it and grabs the metal. He rips it out of Jays hands and throws it behind him, not wanting to use it. In the background, we can see Nicholas Savich preparing something --- He's pushing a table into the ring. But why? Limelight grabs Jay by the hair and begins to deliver the straight right hands again. He yanks him forward and throws him under the bottom rope and into the ring. The table is being set up at the moment and Limelight notices it. Nicholas has something sadistic planned because he's lining it up right next to the turnbuckle. Nicholas calls Limelight over and starts to direct orders at him. "Listen! I want you to lift him up and sit on that top rope! When I tell you to and ONLY then! I want you to powerbomb him right through that table, do you understand me?"Limelight nods and Nicholas smiles. He leaves the ring, getting out of harms way. Maxwell McNally: What the .. Did you hear that? He's telling Limelight to powerbomb Zero off the top rope! When Limelight was talking to Nicholas, he did not realize that Jay Zero has already pulled himself up. Limelight turns around and quickly Jay tries to go for the end. He hoists Limelight up onto his shoulders very quickly. Jay shrieks in pain when he does this --- most likely due to Limelight being 120 or so pounds heavier. Jay quickly spins and drops Limelight with the Zero Darkness, but not with much impact. The crowd goes wild -- but at what price? Jay is laying in the ring, desperately clutching at his left shoulder. [/center] Maxwell McNally: Zero Darkness! "NOOO! GET UP!"'Fast' Eddie Edison: But look! He did something to his shoulder! He's hurt, Max! Limelight holds the back of his neck in pain --- but Jay holds his shoulder in probably more pain. He screams out and starts kicking his legs out onto the mat. ACW fans begin to get nervous as they see one of Entourages golden boys writhing in so much pain. "LIME! GET UP! THE SHOULDER! WORK THE SHOULDER!"From the back, stable-mate Alex Richmond comes running out, seeing his friend in need. He sprints down the aisle way and slides into the ring, checking on Jay. Limelight is just about on his feet now, and Richmond doesn't even notice because he's more concerned with Jay. Limelight stands up and turns around to see a fresh new wrestler in the ring --- and once he realizes who it is, it upsets him. He charges forward, driving his giant boot into Richmonds head. Quickly, Limelight pulls him up and yanks him towards the center of the ring. He slaps his hand around his throat and lifts him high up into the air, chokeslamming him hard onto his back. Alex Richmond stood no chance at all... Maxwell McNally: Now that's just uncalled for! Alex Richmond comes out here to check on Jay Zero and for what?! To get blindsided and chokeslammed for his troubles? Limelight grabs Richmond and pulls him to his feet again. He runs and tosses him straight over the top rope, clearly telling him to stay out of his business. Nicholas once again plans something special. He goes back underneath the ring and looks around some more. In the ring -- Limelight is just staring Jay Zero down with a smile on his face. He slowly bends over and gently pulls Jay to his feet, as if he was "assisting" him and being a good friend. However, we see the true nature of him as he immediately locks him in a hammerlock, tearing and pulling away at his what looks to be injured shoulder. Savich comes back out from under the ring and he has something --- "shiny" with him. He pulls it out and the gleams make it hard to make out at first. Once the shock value sets in and everybody realizes what it is, they also then realize what they're going to do. Nicholas Savich for some sadistic reason --- has pulled out a board full of light tubes. 'Fast' Eddie Edison: Oooooh ho hoo! Is it just me, or is this about to get ... DAAAANGEERROOUUS?!?
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