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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:22:43 GMT -5
Segment: WHAT'S WITH ALLA THESE FREEMAN SEGMENTS RECENTLY?! (Credit: Freeman)
11:00 PM….
The arena that they have managed to acquire for their training is certainly not as huge as the ACW arena, but there is a nice wrestling ring. Freeman’s car parks in the mostly deserted lot…and he recognizes the other car as Morgan’s. As he gets out of his car, the quiet is disconcerting. The cool breeze on his face and the shining moon above, partially obscured by clouds, adds to the effect, which adds to an aura of solitude and peacefulness which is both creepy and peaceful. He walks towards the building…a building he recognizes. They are meeting at the arena they both trained at…although, as Freeman looks at it, he realizes that it has probably not had many people in it recently. As he opens the door, there are barely any lights on…the hallways are dimly lit…and the quiet makes Freeman feel a bit nervous…as if somebody can pop out of the shadows at any second…though luckily, he knows his way around.
As he slowly walks down the hallway…he is flooded back by memories…and he can’t help but stop, and lean against the wall. He looks down towards where he is headed, and back where he came from, and both ways seem dark…as the thud of the door he came through shutting causes him to jump slightly. He’d been thinking of the past recently….and now…he thinks back to the last time he ever entered this hallway…he was walking back to the arena, with the attention of telling their trainer he was leaving, feeling confident about his abilities to score a job in ACW. Obviously a stupid move…but one that at the time, he thought nothing of….he was walking out, when he remembered one thing….he forgot to do. But did he forget? Or did he hope to use that as an excuse. Dave Morgan came up to him on the way out…and then he…
A little over a year and a half ago.
And I see him and sigh. It had totally slipped my mind. How could I have forgotten to tell him about my…our…tryout? So I walk up to him, and wave.
“What’s up Freeman? You’re here relatively early…I’m usually first.” He says. And he’s right. I’m not exactly one to be on time…
“Well, here’s the thing, Dave. I just dropped out of here.”
He looks at me as if I’m crazy… “You what?! Gee Freeman, I didn’t know you were THAT sore of a loser…if it will make you feel better, I’ll intentionally disqualify myself next time…”
“Haha, so funny. No, listen, seriously, I did drop out though. You know why?” I ask…obviously seeming as excited as I feel.
“You’ve got me…” he replies…now looking at me curiously, trying to read me…which he’s usually quite good at…but he can’t get it this time…
“Because I’m going to go try out for ACW. WE are. You know that…uh…King of Crimson guy? Well, he knows somebody, and apparently, he can get us tryouts…and…you know, I think we’re more than good enough to get in…so…why stay HERE? I’m outta here, and I’m not coming back. Next time anybody here sees me I’ll be an ACW superstar, and I’ll be the person they aspire to be!”
He looks at me in what looks to be some mixture of surprise, happiness, and…apparently doubt. “Well…wait, really? As in…you’re sure you’ve got this?”
I nod my head confidently “Definitely. The King of Crimson was serious…I know, because I called up to confirm, and we’re both going tomorrow afternoon…we just need to file some paperwork…and then we just show up. I’ve got what we need, and like I said…tomorrow we’ll drive up and take care of it.”
He looks down for a second… “Tomorrow afternoon is definitely not good…I have to go to a friend’s parent’s funeral…long story…but…listen…it’s fine. All you have to, is file the paperwork for me…I’ll show up later. I mean…I’ll get there that night…and I should still be able to try out. So, right…just do this for me…and both of us are on the road to ACW.”
Suddenly once again, I am flashed with the image of him beating me in the middle of the ring…and I’m seeing another image now…him holding up an ACW title belt, as I watch from the sidelines…and I shake it out once again. “Sure…definitely. I’ll fill everything out for you…and I’ll see you tomorrow night, okay?”
“Sure, and you better not screw this one up, okay? I don’t want to show up and---
“No, no, don’t worry…I won’t. Look, I’ve gotta get going now…so I’ll see you!” I reply, and he sticks up a hand in parting, as I go to my car…and start it up. Out I go…with thoughts of my future in ACW ahead of me…though that night…I thought of different things…the flashes I’d been having in my mind appeared in vivid dream form…Morgan beating me…over and over again, and him always being so superior…always…and I saw this…but I dreamed it was all occurring again…in an ACW ring…and by the next day…I wasn’t exactly in a great frame of mind…and that is when I decide to make one of the decisions I’ve regretted for a very, very, long time….
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:22:55 GMT -5
Segment: An Abrupt Interruption (Credit: Taylor, Senator)
WHAM! Out of the ring, flies Steve KilPatrick as a Phillips Partisan Kick knocks the Pillar of Power off the apron in the Dwight Gym, as the Senator trains to compete, and win at Fallen Heroes.
"Textbook" Tim Dwight: Great! Be sure to back off, though...
As Dwight's instruction echos through the Gym, Muhammad Al Sahar charges in, trying to clobber Senator Phillips, but abruptly is sent over the top rope to the floor with a well timed back body drop.
Dwight: You were fortunate that time, but you don't always see them coming, nor are you always in position to do something like that!
"La Muerte Que Trae" Fernando Rodriguez, Ahmed Abu Jihuriq, and the Candyman all close in slowly, while Dave Morgan and the Everyman wait in the rear turnbuckles. Before Phillips can make a move, Candyman suddenly pulls Jihuriq by the seat of his trunks, rushes him over to the ropes, and dumps him over, taunting at the astonished Baghdad native.
Candyman: YOU GOT WEDGIED!
Jihuriq: You filthy infidel jester! I will rip out your tongue and cut off your head! You have tormented me too much!
And with that, Jihuriq leaps up, and uses his brute force to yank Candyman over the top to the outside, as the match momentarily breaks to watch the action. Jihuriq rains down punches, but Dean Bardo and Matthew Murton pull him off, as the insanely cackling Candyman scurries to the relative safety of the hallways.
Jihuriq: I thought so! Cowardly fool!
Without warning, Phillips takes advantage of his distracted opponents, and dumps Everyman over the ropes.
Dwight: Ok then...well, another nice elimination there, two left, this is when the going gets really tough!
Fernando Rodriguez throws a middle kick, which the Senator parries away. Morgan goes for a scoop lift, but Phillips rolls out of it, putting himself back in the middle of the ring.
Dwight: Well executed, but if he was a second faster, you would be on the outside! Keep working!
The two sparring opponents close in on Phillips, as the door opens to the Gym. All three turn to see who entered...but the Senator is the one who gets clobbered with a filled water bottle, flung from the hand of none other than...
Jon Taylor: Fancy seeing you here, old man!
Rodriguez and Morgan are now the ones to take advantage of the distraction, and run Phillips to the ropes, hurling him over the top. The Senator catches on the top rope, but Taylor rushes over, and knocks him to the floor, before Dwight or any other Gym members can do anything.
The Senator: Back off! This is my fight! Mr. Taylor, you impudent cretin, you degenerate pondscum, you barely qualify as worthy of being considered within the species of homo sapiens, let alone, an "ultimate competitor!"
Taylor: Ha, trying to cover up your lack of in-ring skill with big words are we now, Steve? Oh, look what we have here...an eliminated Senator! Jeez, Steve you really should work on..er everything, haha!
Senator: Now, wait one moment here, you think this proves something?
Taylor: It proves yet again than I am The Ultimate Competitor Jon Taylor...and i'm better than you!
As Taylor bursts out laughing Senator doesn't look to feel the same way.
Senator: It proves that you can interfere in my training session...
Taylor: I was merely pointing out one of your many many...many weaknesses! Talk about gratitude, eh? Ah well, it won't matter when I exploit whatever weakness I feel like at Fallen Heroes...and send you tumbling over the top rope yet again!
Senator: If you think this intimidates me, you have misjudged the situation. I look forward to dismantling you, piece by piece, later on tonight. And that will only be the beginning, for at Fallen Heroes, I will not just decimate you physically, but I will destroy the very foundation of your arrogance, I will demolish the paradigms that you have propped your career, your very personality upon, like Samson in the Philistine temple, I will tear down the pillars of your confidence, but unlike Samson, I will not only survive, but thrive, and I will remain victorious.
Taylor: Blah, blah, blah...BLAH! Care to share your opinion in a way that ordinary people will understand?
Senator: Very simply stated, I will defeat you in resounding fashion, and that, Mr. Taylor, is nothing...but the truth.
Taylor: Ha! You really are good at making me laugh, aren't you Steve? Let's go back to the night I took your championship belt...the night I choked you OUT COLD! Let's go back to last Monday where I dominated you until I was robbed by the corrupt officials! You must be going senile in your old age, old man because the only thing you'll be doing in resounding fashion is losing, and that, Steve, is nothing...but the truth.
The Senator wipes the sweat off his brow, and cracks his neck, a deadly serious look etched on his face. Taylor smirks for a split second, before stepping forward with a raised fist. Phillips throws up a guard, right as the Ultimate Competitor pulls back from the feint, sneering at his opponent as he turns his back and leaves the room.
Dwight: That guy...he's trouble...might have to do some extra training here...but we already knew that.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:23:09 GMT -5
A Battle Without Honor or Glory Part 1: Enter Dante, The Guide to the Glow Credit: Showtime
Ah, the big rumble was fast approaching, and everyone was anxious for it, including random backstage worker! He was simply sweeping up, a rather lame task to have if you want to be near the wrestling business, when a great man, a black man appeared on the screen before him with a wide smile on his face.
Showtime: It's Showtime, baby!!!
Backstage Worker: But you're not Sting..
Showtime: That's right, do-boy because I'm Showtime! I run this joint!
Backstage Worker: Umm, actually you don't. Shouldn't you be getting ready for the Fallen Heroes battle royal?
Showtime simply shook his head and wagged his finger before patting the worker on his shoulder, leading him to a television with a dvd player attached to it, opening up the DVD player and putting a disc in before turning the TV on.
Showtime: You see.. I already have this rumble in the bag. Check it out..
The video began to play, and thanks to the magic of television, it appeared for all of the viewers to see. The scene opens up on the streets of the Bronx, with Showtime dressed in a black wind-suit with red stripes on the side knocking on the door of an apartment.
Showtime: OPEN UP!
Showtime bangs on the door as the sounds of Alicia Keys could be heard coming from the room as the door was opened, revealing a fat, rather ugly male munching on a bag of Doritos staring at Showtime, who was obviously pissed off at this individual who shared an uncanny resemblance to Julius Smokes.
Dante: What's wrong with you?
Showtime: What the fuck's wrong with you, man?! You were supposed to pick me up from the airport!
Dante: Dammit, man! Don't you come up here talkin' all that yin-yang! You besta be respectful when you step into another man's house! I oughta beat yo' dumb ass for interrupting me while I'm listening to Alicia Keys!
Showtime: Man, screw you and Alicia Keys! Now, you told me that you had this super secret training plan for me that'll win me the Fallen Heroes Rumble.. and any female I want.
Dante: Now I don't know how you'll be able to pick up any broads with a first name like Ryan, but I got a sure-fire way for you to go out and whip some ass.. All you need is.. the glow.
Showtime: The Glow?
The Glow.
Dante: The Glow.
Showtime: Man, how the fuck is that supposed to help me?! This ain't no movie, man! This is real!
Dante: How do you know this is real? This could be some parallel universe where some god-like being scripts how we do thangs. See?
Dante punched Showtime in the face with a hard right hand, and with great anger Showtime choked his cousin who started to gasp for air.
Showtime: I should kill the shit outta yo' ass for that!!
Dante: Tat asn't eeeee! Emmee gooooo!
Showtime finally let him go, the much fatter cousin gasping for air and then glaring at Showtime.
Dante: Nigga, you crazy! We blood! I'mma tell auntie on you!
Showtime: Shut yo' ass up and lets go, man. You better be right about this glow shit man.
Dante: Now when have I ever steered you wrong?
Showtime looked at his cousin while raising a lone eyebrow,, signifying Dante has caused a long list of troubles for the ACW star.
Dante: Aight, aight, why you bringing up old stuff, man? Lets be solution oriented and do this, man!
Ah, and now, it's time to relocate, and relocate was what they did. They both headed to Dante's ride: a beat-up old Pepsi Truck.
Showtime: I thought you said that Fast Eddie was gonna hook you up with 24''s.
Dante: Yeah, yeah, but that nigga's blind, man. He put some 42''s on here and fucked me all up.
Showtime: ...I can't believe I'm listening to your ass. You better be right about this.
Dante: I am! I got this, cuz!
One could only hope as the scene faded out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:24:31 GMT -5
Segment: "Discharge" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Despite all of the injuries he's sustained before his hospital visit and during that visit, it's deemed that he's healed enough to leave.
Walking outside of the hospital, it was a great feeling. Nothing hindering him from leaving, no more tests, no more having to deal with doctors and nurses and whatnot.
It truly was a glorious feeling. There simply was nothing better.
But with being out, that left one thing.
Rattlesnake: I'm glad that's over. One less thing to worry about. But the biggest thing lies in front of me.
Whoever that mystery person is, they have a fight coming. It's just under 2 weeks until Fallen Heroes. He's made plans to attend under two reasons...to be with Sarin in her title match and to stand face to face with this mystery person.
Rattlesnake: The one thing I need to resolve is taking care of whoever did this to me. I will get my vengeance and nothing is going to stop me.
As he walks, he stops for a second. He thinks back to what Sarin said. Getting revenge isn't the answer. Rattlesnake wasn't a completely vengeful person. Sure if you got the best of him, he'd get the best of you eventually.
This was turning into that case. He's been made the fool a lot over the past few weeks and he's had enough.
With Fallen Heroes advancing quickly, it was only a matter of time before he could do something about the last few weeks.
Rattlesnake: Fallen Heroes is the day that I'm waiting for. It's the day where I intend to make the best of my opportunities to get this mystery person. He won't be toying with me again.
And what if he does? Does this mean that Rattlesnake will have to really make him suffer? It's hard to say for sure, but it wouldn't take much more to push Rattlesnake over the edge.
Maybe that's what this mystery person wanted. Maybe they want to see what finally sets Rattlesnake off.
Hopefully it won't get to that, but you never know. It very well could.
He starts walking away from the hospital again. He knows his mission and he'll go about any way to achieve his objective.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:24:49 GMT -5
Segment: I Want to Break Free (Credit: FSX)
Wandering through the empty hallways, one must always wonder if they can achieve what is perceived as the impossible. If they can manage to do something that they have never been expected possible, and break through the bonds that hold them to obscurity. Without much a doubt anyone can do whatever they put their mind too, they just need a bit of luck and alot of hard work. Fallen has been one of those people as of late, and he has been in the stage that requires hard work for quite a long while at this point. Doing everything he can at every possible moment he has, several months have been spent building up the the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale that is to take place in just a few short weeks time now. One must wonder if Fallen truly has what it takes to do what many think is impossible for him to do..to plan ahead enough and make a convincing enough of a strategy to achieve his goals! That is likely why he is wondering the hallways alone, and pondering the words that Will said to him a few days earlier...ringing through his head as they were so very true.
FSX: Can I really do this alone? No...I don't think I can. I need someone else..but who?
Such a monumental question considering the value and momentum necessary to gain victory in such a match. No ordinary man has ever been able to do it, after all. Wyvern was an unstoppable machine when he first achieved victory in the match. Latino had aspirations for several years before he accomplished victory, and Hunter had cheated death. BK London had...well..he'd done absolutely all there is to do..TWICE..and could very easily win the Royale once again. With such statistics and thoughts racing through his mind, Fallen finally paused in his fumbled walk and gripped at his hair. It was such a feat to comprehend.
FSX: I damn well know I can win this, but I can't get cocky with any progress I make in my training anymore. All I can do is reward myself with more training, but what else could I possibly do at this point?
Sighing softly, Fallen slinked back against a shadowed wall for a moment and rested there as he pondered. No clear idea of what he should do had yet rang true through his head, and the way it was looking he would take the night off from any sort of harsh training on his body in order to think up a strategy. That's something that he hasn't done just yet..maybe he should make a temporary alliance with some idiot, but who?
FSX: I guess I could ask someone in the stable, but that would mean I'm taking a personal investment in screwing them over. Only a real asshole would do something like that..no..I can't ask that of them. I need someone else. Someone insignificant to the grand scheme of thing.
As predictable and obvious as it may be to some that someone was about to walk by, such as Gary, no one actually did. That's right, Fallen isn't going to get a cheap out today, though he still waited for one. Becoming impatient as no one crossed his path, he cursed silently and realized he'd probably have to go and find someone on his own. Preparing to leave the shadows and begin a search for an insignificant soul, he finally heard someone in the distance. Two people, to be specific. They seemed to be having a conversation of some sort..well..he may as well listen in!
Backstage Worker #1: So, what did you think of that training battle royale?
Backstage Worker #2: It was phenomenal, man! Any of those guys could easily shock the world and win the match! They were amazing in the ring there!
Backstage Worker #1: Gotta agree with you there, man! They have a clear and obvious advantage just from being in those matches. Talk about automatic favorites!
Backstage Worker #2: Your definitely right, man! Wanna stop talking at an abnormally loud volume so that anyone suspicious could hear us and get back to work?
Backstage Worker #1: Sure! Sounds fun!
As the two bumbling idiots were quite quick to make their unusual entrance and exit, Fallen slinked out of the shadows with a look of curiosity and bedazzlement on his face at the things he had just heard. Could they possibly be speaking the truth? There was no such practice Battle Royale's taking place, there couldn't be! Why would others be given training against others in the match when he still was given none? No, that was far too unfair to be true! Grumbling softly, Fallen looked around the empty hallways as he pondered.
FSX: They couldn't of been telling the truth... Ginger wouldn't do something so brash as to schedule as training match without scheduling me in it! I mean, I just finished protesting to him! He couldn't be such a fool...could he?
It's very possible he could be such a fool, and Fallen was stumped by it all! Just as it thought that things were getting better and becoming more fair for 'everyone', and of course by 'everyone' he means himself, this happens! How dare he give such an unfair advantage to others once again! Fallen looked around in a mild rage as he pondered just what to do! Well it wasn't as if these matches hadn't taken place in the past, they still could of involved him! Pacing and grunting, grumbling and stumbling, he couldn't come to a conclusion that left him proper time for training! And he still was somewhat in Ginger's debt for the last time they met...so he would let him off the hook just this once! Still..
FSX: Now what can I do? These guys are fighting others that are actually in the match as part of their training! I haven't done that yet! I should! It makes sense! But how..?
It was a decent question he was asking himself, unfortunately it was also one that he didn't have an answer for! Endless pondering of this would just distract him from what he should be busying himself with, and set him on another detour away from his goal! Without much a doubt he was aware of this, and the look on his face would say so much of the trouble he was going through with all of this! What could he do? Fretting over what possible horrors could await him of those that have received better training then himself, there was simply one thing that could be done. If he couldn't practice tossing others over the top rope, he'd find a way to practice being tossed over the top rope and stopping himself! Genius!
FSX: I must be a genius! This will work for sure! Now all I need in access to the ring and a trainer with nothing to lose! But who? Hmm..Dwight will likely be busy for the entirety of the month, so I'll have to find someone else. Senator won't do it, RDK is retired, Wolf is a figment of my imagination..who else is there?
Beginning to wander down the halls as a part of him must of suspected that he would somehow run into someone at random that could assist him, he would be sorely disappointed. Tonight was simply not a night that allowed a cop out, and Fallen was once again unable to find a single other person in the endless maze of hallways. So odd that tonight nothing has really been going his way. Coming to a stop as he appeared about to give up once again, he sighed softly and hung his head in defeat. Of course, though, just like last time someone appeared from out of the blue in order to assist him somewhat! Who this time? Likely not anyone you would expect!
Anger: What the hell is wrong with you now, Fallen?
Well, I suppose some of you might of saw that coming...
FSX: Will? What are you doing here?
Anger: Definitely not reporting secret information to someone! Anyway, what are you doing here moping?
FSX: I can't find anyone to train me to not fly over the top rope...
Anger: Uh...so? Do what I said and go make a damn strategy then!
FSX: Oh yeah! That's what I was supposed to be doing! Thanks Will!
Anger: Idiot..
Rather then get into a pointless little scuffle with the super secret spy that is Will Anger, Fallen instead simply shook his head and quickly raced off in the distance. Well he might not have every advantage that he needs, he will at least have the most detailed and well adjusted plan of all time! Without any doubt things will flow perfectly and he'll be able to form an alliance with several others in order to protect himself in the match! It was so genius! But could his lofty expectations actually become honest fact? Did Fallen really think that things would just fall into place and work out for him? Will he not act like a little kid with ADD and actually stick to his plans this time around? Who knows..but he might!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:25:47 GMT -5
SEGMENT: “Licensed to Kill… or not”. (Credit: Mainer)
Suddenly, the lights die down and “Go Crazy” by Armand Van Helden hits. Bursting out of the curtain first is Danny Mainer’s “Knight” Mr. ANTHRAX. He walks out in his typical armour glaring around at the crowd before him before looking back to the curtain as the light dies down and a golden glow hangs over the audience. The crowd erupt with a loud booing as out of the curtain strides a very smug Danny Mainer coming off a win against Jonny Hughes in the past week He walks down the ramp with ANTHRAX following behind him.
McNally: Well this could turn out really good for The King or REALLY. REALLY. Bad. He has to face Sarin Rossi who alone is no push-over but her record in tag team matches is unprecedented. She never lost one and when she was tag champion with Yoko Satoshi she never lost the title either, they both agreed to retire it due to being so dominant in the division that there was no one there to challenge them and as such Sarin is one of the most feared competitors in history. She may not be big and she may not be strong but she sure as Hell gets. It. Done.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match, introducing first, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada at a combined weight of 443 pounds. Please welcome “The King of Vegas” Danny Mainer and his Loyal Knight, ANTHRAAAAAAAAAAAX!
Edison: You’re right about that one, and considering Sarin set a record by beating Danny in 7 seconds. I really don’t like his odds, I mean yeah he’s got a tag partner who’s a lethal bodyguard but Sarin is just… damn man!
Danny and ANTHRAX climb into the ring, ANTHRAX notably with all of his weapons attached to his persona. Danny takes the microphone off of Phillip Jones before taking centre stage, the crowd booing as they realize they’re in for another Mainerlogue. Danny raises the microphone to his lips signalling for hush.
Danny: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you will see me pick up YET ANOTHER triumphant victory because tonight I am facing off against the most overrated wrestler that we know as Sarin Rossi and whoever she found in reception at the brothel… her MYSTERY PARTNEEEEEEEER! Now of course, there’s something I should have mentioned before I came out to the ring guys, Hell before I even brought ANTHRAX here. Now, my tag tem partner and loyal friend Mr. ANTHRAX is NOT, I repeat NOT a licensed wrestler and is primarily on a managerial contract which means that he is not bound to the same rules us wrestlers are. Simply put, this man can do whatever the Hell he likes! He’s not bound by the rules and so doesn’t have to play by them which means his weapons he’s so world renowned WILL be coming into play tonight. So, without further ado, let’s introduce the poor victims in this tag team massacring… bring them out!
Sarin is all smiles as she slides into view to the upbeat music of "Lady." Lenny Kravitz's staccato guitar chords accent her skippy gait down to ringside. She exchanges hand slaps with a few fans stretching to reach her and skips up the steps to the apron. Ever the lady, Sarin enters the ring with a slow bend between the bottom ropes, back arching in a crowd pleasing entrance which makes Danny shake his head in disgust with a face-palm. She waves to the energetic crowd, mounting a turnbuckle and raising a finger to the ceiling. Sarin loosens up in the center of the ring, bouncing on the balls of her boot-clad feet, waiting patiently for her tag partner to arrive.
McNally: Here she is! The one and only Sarin Rossi! Looking lovely tonight as is per usual.
Edison: Always focusing on the looks and never on the talent, you make me sick.
Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, from Paris, France weighing in at 122 pounds please welcome SARIN ROSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
Danny: So Sarin, what’s t-
Before Danny can finish his wise-crack, he is interrupted.
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after.
DON’T fear the Reaper… Fear THE RATTLER.
The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke as Blind by Silverchair plays. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down looking towards his tag partner then to his opponents.
Jones: And her partner, from Orlando, Florida weighing in at 257 pounds, he is The Vision of Greatness… RATTLESNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
McNally: Now THAT is what I like to call a choice tag partner! Sarin has somewhat good reasoning here picking her partner what with their history!
Edison: Yeah, and being 6’8 and weighing near 260 pounds of pure muscle isn’t a good reason? This man also once held the title that Danny Mainer holds now!
McNally: All true there Eddie, I feel sorry for the two Vegas boys being quite so brash.
Edison: I wouldn’t say ANTHRAX was a brash guy, I’d just say he was mislead!.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:26:50 GMT -5
Match 3: Danny Mainer and ANTHRAX vs. Sarin Rossi and Rattlesnake (Credit: Danny Mainer)
ANTHRAX and Rattlesnake starting out in the ring, ANTHRAX has his weapons and is just as lethal as a regular ACW competitor without them so this is going to be somewhat of an uphill struggle. ANTHRAX stands in a basic stance, legs apart, arms by his side with his sword and shield in hand. Rattlesnake lurches forward trying to psyche out ANTHRAX but it backfires and he remains cool and collective. ANTHRAX hops back quickly towards his corner and changes stance curving his sword arm over his head like the scorpions sting and he puts his left foot forward curving his shield arm out in front of him. ANTHRAX hops forward towards Snake as Snake looks for a way past his defence. ANTHRAX then twirls out of his stance anti-clockwise grabbing the kendo stick with both hands as he smashes into the hip of Rattlesnake dropping him to one knee. Rattlesnake winces as the kendo stick slams into his side, ANTHRAX then at the speed of light has the sword above his head and is about to bring it down to an audible “FUCK YEAH!” from Danny Mainer but Rattlesnake rolls out of the way as ANTHRAX’s kendo stick hits the floor. As ANTHRAX is caught off guard Snake lunges with a Fore-Arm to the head of ANTHRAX dropping him to the floor.
McNally: Nice fore-arm to the head by Rattlesnake, clearly the advantage is in ANTHRAX’s favour with the ability to use those lethal weapons of his but Snake can beat up just about anyone he so desires!
Rattlesnake is straight onto his opponent who is making it to his feet with a kick to the gut. ANTHRAX still has his weapons despite this. Snake is on him with boots to the back and as Snake wails on him ANTHRAX slowly tries to turn around to face Rattle as he’s getting booted and eventually he turns to be facing up to Snake. Snake sees this and that ANTHRAX is slowly rising despite the quick boots to his back. Snake lunges forward attempting a quick boot to ANTHRAX’s face but ANTHRAX moves and springs to his feet knocking into Snake with a shoulder block disorientating him for a few seconds and then ANTHRAX twirls and smashes into Snake’s stomach with the kendo stick dropping him to one knee. Seeing valuable opportunity to take down his opponent he swings and tries to swat Snake across the face but Snake grabs the Kendo Stick before it hits him and pushes ANTHRAX back then swinging at him with a fist to the stomach of ANTHRAX followed by a quick snap Powerslam. ANTHRAX hits the mat and Rattlesnake hooks the leg early on in this match.
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Edison: Snake is bringing on the pain despite facing a hardass like ANTHRAX equipped with weapons.
Rattlesnake grabs ANTHRAX by his head and peels him off the mat. Snake pulls ANTHRAX to his feet, his weapons remaining on the floor after taking the full brunt of a Rattlesnake Powerslam. Rattlesnake gets an idea and decides to try and finish it early. He hoists him up looking to hit The Snakebite and the crowd cheer loudly as Snake hooks him up on his shoulders carrying him to the centre of the ring but ANTHRAX is like “Nah Mate” and so he elbows Snake in the neck before falling off the back of the big man. ANTHRAX then performs a great feat of strength by hoisting Snake and dropping him to the mat with a Head-First Tiger Suplex.
McNally: Brutal impact there by Mainer’s hired bodyguard. He might not be a “licensed” competitor but he sure as Hell fights like one.
Feeling the burn on his arms after hitting that impact he then gets to his feet immediately off to retrieve his sword and shield. Standing up fully equipped he then holsters his kendo stick in his belt and wraps the shield onto his wrist. He grabs Snake by his head and drags him over to the turnbuckle where Mainer resides, he then slaps Mainer’s hand for the tag before grabbing Snake’s arms and holding them in a standing Bow & Arrow Lock without the knee to the spine as Mainer climbs top rope. Snake walks backwards to synch up the aim of Mainer and then gets out of dodge as Mainer flies off the top rope levelling Snake with a Mainer Airlines: 1st Class. Snake hits the floor like a tonne of bricks as Mainer hits the flying clothesline from the top rope sending poor Rattle crashing to the mat. ANTHRAX takes up residence on the apron as Mainer begins to work on Snake.
McNally: That’s a fresh tag, could be summit interesting here and what a textbook flying offence from The King of Vegas! .
Danny despite the weight disadvantage uses his strength to guide Snake up to his feet. Snake stands groggily with his back to the corner where ANTHRAX resides. Danny then lets fly with a thunderous chop to the chest to Snake making him take a step back before dodging behind him and hitting a DDT dropping Snake to the mat followed by a German Suplex dropping him on his neck to the mat showing a great degree of strength. Despite this, Snake is straight up onto one knee despite the throws from Mr. Mainer. Snake walks over to Mainer staggering slightly from the impact and slings a wild punch at him but Mainer catches and throws him as if for an Irish Whip but stops him and hits a Spinning Elbow to the head. Mainer then clutches the arm again and twists a Wrist Lock out of Snake before spinning behind him and cinching a Hammerlock. Before Danny can apply any pressure however. Snake swings out with a right elbow, Danny ducks the shot but Snake cinches Danny’s head and drops him to the floor with a DDT and a quick leg hook.
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Snake looks back to his tag partner Sarin and a glint of inspiration spears into his mind and so he grabs Danny by his hair and pulls him to the floor. Snake then spreads his arms out to the crowd yelling “I WILL STRIKE!” before smashing into Danny’s face with a brutal Jab Combo knocking Danny backwards towards the ropes. Danny leans against the ropes as Snake pulverizes him with shots to the head. Then his hand lurches out wrapping around Danny’s throat signifying a Chokeslam! Snake hooks Danny’s right arm over his right arm and he then grabs a handful of Danny’s tights before lifting him clean over the top rope dropping him out but as the clutch is release Danny keeps a hold onto the bottom rope stopping him from falling down to the dismay of the crowd.
McNally: That could’ve been bad for the King of Vegas! He only narrowly kept his grip.
Edison: A Chokeslam is bad enough but adding a good 5 feet to that drop doesn’t make things better!
Danny quickly pulls himself to his feet as Snake turns around to pose thinking he has it won. Danny now on the apron slams a fore-head into the back of Rattlesnake’s head sending him stumbling forward to the centre of the ring. Danny holds onto the top rope with both hands as Snake spins around. Danny using a great degree of athletic ability springboards to the top rope before launching himself feet-first at Snake twisting into a Satellite Octopus Hold known as “The Torture Rack”. Snake is stuck centre of the ring with this painful Headscissors Armbar slapped on him. Snake despite this quickly does the common sense thing, he runs into his corner and Sarin slaps him on the back signalling the tag but Sarin immediately jumps into action. Sarin delivers a brutal backhand to Danny, forcing him to release Snake’s arm being held up only by the headscissors before dropping him to the mat with The Rin Spin kick to the delight of the crowd! Danny falls off of Snake as ANTHRAX thunders in the ring to the aid of his VIP but Snake is quick on the draw intercepting him. An attempted over-head swat is countered into Snake hitting The Snakebite to ANTHRAX dropping him to the mat. Sarin covers Danny.
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Jones: Here is your winner… Rattlesnake and SARIN ROSSSSIIIIIIIIII!
McNally: What teamwork from the two there! They led Danny into that trap and they dropped him in the pit for the 123. Danny must have a sore-head after that one!
Lady by Lenny Kravitz hits as the winning team of Rattlesnake and Sarin make their exits while Danny & ANTHRAX roll around the floor in pain from the blast of the two finisher moves. Sarin’s music plays as we draw to a fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:27:27 GMT -5
Segment: “It’s NOT Time?” Credit: ~Aj / Sarin [Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other TIME THAN NOW, GOD DAMMIT! Alright, perhaps that didn’t rhyme but it pretty much sums up Aiden Joseph’s feelings concerning the current weather. A storm has taken residency over the island and is preventing him from escaping to his girlfriend has just gone into labor. Not one to roll over and accept defeat, Aiden has decided that if he can’t be there in person, he’s going to make damn sure he’ll be there in spirit. To see that this happens, he phones the only man he trusts to see that his wishes are carried out, his agent, Robert Ryan.] Robert Ryan *on phone*: Alright Aiden, they are all set up and we should be good to go. Aiden Joseph: Thank you Robert. Words cannot express my gratitude. Robert: I must say Aiden, I was surprised when you phoned me. Usually when my clients call me after hours it’s to bail them out of jail. Aiden: Robert, I sincerely apologize for any inconveniences. I appreciate this more than you can possibly fathom.Robert: Enough, Aiden. I didn’t make it to the top of this town without being a prick, but even I am not a heartless bastard. [Both Ryan and his client enjoy a brief chuckle during an otherwise stressful moment.] Robert: Anyway, it was no big deal, really. It’s only going to set you back a laptop, web cam and one small favor. You can expect that all on this month’s bill; everything except the favor, of course. Aiden: Of course. Robert: Now go talk to your woman, Joseph. She needs you. *Click* [Ryan disconnects the call and Aiden heeds his advice and ventures off towards his computer. Praying that this works, he launches the appropriate program while Ginger guides him through the steps that have been e-mailed to him by Ryan’s people. Through the miracles of modern technology, a live shot of Anna soon appears on his screen. The instant they see one another their faces radiate with joy; even an entire continent cannot keep them separated.] Aiden: Hey love, how are you doing? Anna: Better now that you’re here. [Her fingertips glide themselves across the screen, wishing all the while she was feeling his actual face instead of this facsimile.] Anna: Well, sorta here, I guess. [With his desire to talk to his daughter great and his patience depleted, Ginger lunges his head in front of Aiden’s, nearly knocking him off his chair in the process.] Aiden: Gah! Ginger: ANNA! Anna: Daddy! Ginger *yelling*: JUST HANG IN THERE! WE WILL BE ON OUR WAY AS SOON AS IT CLEARS UP OUTSIDE! DID YOU HEAR ME DEAR? WE’LL-BE-ON-OUR-WAY-VERY-SHORTLY! Aiden: She can hear you just fine! Christ, the whole backstage can! [Watching her love and father fight bicker back and forth for her attention causes her to let out a dainty giggle. Before either man can get out another word, they take notice of Anna distracted by a mysterious shadow that is unanticipatedly cast upon her. This is proceeded by unrecognizable voice of a man whom she converses with for a few moments. Not wanting to keep them oblivious as to what’s going on any longer, Anna refocus her attention back to the webcam.] Anna: Aiden, I need to shut this off for a second. The doctor is here. [Aiden blows Anna a kiss which she gladly “catches” with her right hand. Placing it on her lips, she gives him a promiscuous wink goodbye. As his monitor fades to black, Aiden shoots out of his chair and returns to feelings of frustration. For the next hour or so he paces back and forth, a bad habit of his that quickly drives Ginger up the wall. Unable to bear anymore of it, Ginger leaves with Aiden’s promise he’ll be informed the moment Anna returns. Just when it appears he is moments away from setting the room’s carpet ablaze with his insistent shuffling, Anna’s image is bestowed upon the screen once more.] Anna: Aiden? [He storms over to his computer desk, places both hands on its side and leans into the webcam. As they converse, he grips the desk tightly in his state of feverishness and comes dangerously close to lining his fingers full of splinters.] Aiden: Yes? Anna: The doctor examined me ... [Feeling disinclined to tell him anymore, she pauses. Aiden senses something is amiss almost immediately.] Aiden: And? Is something wrong?! Anna: He says it’s false labor. Aiden: Oh.... Anna: I feel so stupid Aiden. Aiden: Don’t be silly! Anna, this happens to so countless women every day. You have nothing to feel bad about. Nothing at all. [His words provide her with some comfort, albeit very little.] Aiden: So what’s next? Anna: Bed rest. I will be discharged momentarily. Aiden: Until then Anna, go rest. You’ve had a very trying day. [Feeling as if she could sleep for ages she nods. After another touching goodbye the two terminate their link. Feeling relieved over her diagnosis, Aiden takes a seat and leans back into his chair, letting out a sigh of relief all the while. To miss the birth of his own son would be something he would never be able to forgive himself for, regardless if it he had no control of the situation or not. The moment the Chairman returns Aiden gets him caught up on the situation and he too seems very pleased about how it turned out. Since early tonight his mind has been anywhere but here and rightfully so. However, that changes the instant Ginger reminds Aiden he is scheduled for a match tonight.] Ginger: Are you still thinking about going out tonight Aiden? I can find a replacement if need be. Aiden: I need to clear my head. I can’t think of a better place to do it other than the ring. Ginger: Are you sure? Aiden: Absolutely. [Pleased in his decision, Ginger leaves Aiden alone to change into his wrestling attire. With that, our tale comes to an end. The lives of all involved will return to normal as the crisis has been averted ... Or has it?] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:27:56 GMT -5
A Battle Without Honor or Glory Part 2: Just let yo' Soul Glo! Credit: Showtime
With the Pepsi truck parked, the Dynamic Duo took to the streets in search of the guru of greatness that was supposed to bestow the secrets of the glow upon them, walking past some prime real estate in the city.
Showtime: Yo, D.. How did you find out how to get the glow, man?
Dante: Man, it's a long story. First, I was hanging out with Steve Mongo McMichael when I was trying to join Harlem Heat with my boy Stevie Ray, but he thought I said Stevie Richards. And that nigga 's been trying to get back at me ever since I put him in that Full Nelson at Anarchy Rules. Don'tcha know I was stuck in Philly until I hit Stevie with the Polish Hammer?! Anyway, me, Steve Mongo McMichaels, and Tully Blanchard had 50 kilos of cocaine in the back of my ride and w-
Showtime: ENOUGH!!! Man, that has nothing to do about nothing!
Dante: Actually, man, since you used a double negative, it means that it has something to do about... Aww, nevermind! We here, dawg!
Dante stopped at a rather upscale apartment complex, one that had even Showtime gawking.
Showtime: Dayum, man! This is where dude lives?
Dante: Yeah, dawg!
Showtime: Now, that's what up. Imma roll up in there and holla at him.
Showtime walked toward the building, but he was quickly stopped by his relative who turned him in the right direction, towards an alley..
Dante: Umm.. You're going the wrong way, man. Over here.
Dante directed Showtime in an alley until a hairy and ashy black man appeared from out of nowhere, reeking of hot trash and scaring the crap out of Showtime.
Bobby Got Soul: HEY, LIL' NUCKA! Life treatin' ya good? Hell, better than me. I'm Bobby Got Soul!
Showtime: Bobby.. Soul?
Bobby Got Soul: No! Bobby Got Soul! You gotta say it all! Bobby got soul. Bobby got soul! Bobby got, Bobby got, Bobby got soul!
Bobby got soul must've gotten a little too happy or ate some bad garbage because he started to strip, pulling his pants down to his ankles, much to the distaste of both Showtime and Dante who stopped the old man from going any further.
Dante: Hey, pull yo' damn pants up, old man! You ain't no Rolling Stone anymore!
Mercifully, the old man pulled his pants back up.
Bobby Got Soul: Yeah, youngblood.. My heyday's over with.
Showtime: Say what? Wait.. Bobby got soul..? Oh! I know you! You used to be the shit back in the day! The King of R&B soul brutha! 'Love in yo' mouth' and 'Booty Wonderland' are still my jams. How did you wind up on the streets?
Bobby Got Soul: That happen a long time ago. I was on the top of the world, lil' nucka banging Pattie Benitar.... She ain't as famous as her cousin, but I was was getting that! Anyway, I married that ol' jezebel, and she straight played a playa. She didn't even want half; she wanted all! And that's why I'm on the streets now, kids.
Dante: I thought you got dropped from your label for being hooked on coke.
Bobby Got Soul: Naw, naw, youngbuck! Besides, why you kids here again?
Three minutes later...
Bobby Got Soul: That's right! I'm supposed to tell you kids how to live yo' life! Stay in school, don't be a fool, and all that! Be a survivor, don't do drugs and all that bullshit. Gotta represent for all the lil' homies out there. Stay in school, bitch!!
Showtime: Umm.. No. Man, we came here for the glow!
Bobby Got Soul: Oh yeah! The glow.. Y'think you're able to handle that shit, young nucka?
Showtime: Fuck yeah! Now tell me how to get the glow, ol' man.
Bobby Got Soul: Alright, lil' nucka. This how ya do it. It's two ways. The first way is you gotta go to Dick Cheney's house and eat about 50 grams of plutonium.
Showtime's eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he.. quite frankly, freaked out. Come on, you would too if you found out you needed to eat 50 grams of plutonium!
Showtime: Naw naw naw hell naw!
Dante: Man, calm yo' bitch ass down! Just imagine you eatin' some Frosty Flakes!
Showtime: NIGGA, THAT'LL KILL ME!! Ol' man, you sure you still ain't snortin' that shit?!
Bobby Got Soul: Now, now, calm down before I have to go straight 1975 on yo' ass, young nucka. There's one more way to do this. You gotta meet up with the last descendant of the great Shogun of Harlem and ask 'em how to get the glow.. Now, they might get all pissed and send all 36 chambers of the Wu-Tang Clan to kill you, don't worry about that. Bitch is crazy. 'Sides, I gots this for ya.. Haha, check it out..
Bobby Got Soul opened up his coat and unleashed an odor strong enough for Dante to faint and to cause Showtime to grow week, only able to survive by covering his nose. Then, the old timer buttoned his coat up while holding up the bottle of purple liquid for Showtime to have.
Bobby Got Soul: Haha, it's that Black Magic 69. This is the shit I used to body slam King Kong Bundy at Mayhem in Manhattan! If some crazy shit goes down, use this..
Showtime: Can't I just use that use that in the rumble?
Bobby Got Soul: Oh, you could, lil' nucka, but the shit wears off in 15 minutes.. After that, you're on your own.
Showtime: Ain't this a..
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:28:32 GMT -5
Segment: The Inopportune (Credit: Sarin / Rattlesnake)
Running on pure adrenaline, Sarin and Rattlesnake sprint to a private backstage corridor. Sarin leans on the sturdier frame of the masculine body to her left, struggling to catch her breath. The thrill of physical combat skyrockets the Flower of Chaos into a giggling orbit. At the sound of her squeals of mirth, Rattlesnake beams down on his wonderful lady.
Rattlesnake: Easy there, kiddo. Slow, deep breaths do the trick.
Heeding his advice, Sarin's chest obediently heaves mouthfuls of wonderful air. She sinks to the floor, dragging her partner down in the process. Rattlesnake wraps a strong arm around Sarin.
Sarin: You were amazing! We were amazing! Gosh, I was amazing too!
Rattlesnake: Are you talking about last night or ten minutes ago?
Rattlesnake recoils playfully as Sarin drives an elbow into his ribcage.
Sarin: Ten minutes ago, pervert.
Rattlesnake: That's not what you said last night!
A small yelp of pain escapes Rattlesnake's lips as Sarin tackles him, her dexterous fingers finding his most ticklish areas within nanoseconds. Sarin feels her heart expand with a deep, burgeoning love for the man underneath her, his gasping wheezes echoing her own labored gasps. She leans forward with lips parted. Rattlesnake's abdominals flex as he cranes forward.
Voice: Ahem.
Sarin bolts off Rattlesnake in record time, adjusting her attire before facing the untimely interrupter. Cesare Damiano leans casually against the wall with no small amount of smugness dripping from every pore. Never having met, Rattlesnake eyes Cesare warily, slowly getting to his feet as well.
Sarin: Can I help you?
Cesare: You might want to remove the pointed obstruction in his tights before addressing my needs.
Without a word, Rattlesnake starts toward Cesare. The Machiavellian youngster chuckles as Sarin restrains the now growling Rattlesnake with a firm hand.
Sarin: Relax, dear.
Cesare: Wise move. Shall we? This is a private matter.
He indicates an unused locker room a few yards away.
Sarin: I don't think so. Come back when you're not a giant, pretentious blob. C'mon, Snake...
She gives Cesare one last contemptuous glare, smirking at his shocked reaction before turning on her heel and guiding Rattlesnake firmly in the opposite direction. Never one to be at a loss for long, Cesare huffs and storms off, angrily shoving aside a few cameramen. No temper tantrum could hide the fact that this Italian just got his ass handed to him on a golden platter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:29:06 GMT -5
Segment: Advantage Granted (Credit: Taylor/FSX)
How often can someone say that they are experiencing genius? Not as often as one would think, but when you can isn't it the most pleasurable thing in the world? Some would have to agree, and you would think that Jon Taylor is one of those people. It seemed that he suffered a stroke of genius earlier on in the evening, and now it is just to the point where he needs to put his plan into action! But how? And what exactly is this plan? Nothing has been said of it so far, but by the cunning look on the face of the Ultimate Competitor one has to imagine it's a good one! Today he is busy searching through the backstage area, likely looking for a special component that will bring his plan to fruition! But what could it be? As he quickly raced through the area, not willing to waste a single second as he was on his search, he suddenly came to an immediate stop as he turned a corner and apparently spotted his goal in the distance. But all that was in sight was Fallen Souls? Of all the people to look for, what could a creative genius like Jon Taylor need with Fallen at a time like this? Though it may just be a guess, one would think it's something...SINISTER!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Fallen, just the man I've been looking for!
Fallen turns around to see the source of this voice - he knows it can only be one man; Jon Taylor! Dun dun!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Your looking for me? I'm not about to attack the Senatorial Stable, damn it! That's just stupid! Stop asking!
Taylor seems a bit perplexed before realizing what Fallen has said. Fallen doesn't seem too happy to be interrupted by Taylor in whatever he was doing, though knows trying to brush off Taylor now would be like trying to get chewing gum out of hair by pulling it - not possible!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No, I decided against that ages ago! I have a much better plan now...you could even say a brilliant one!
The expression on Fallen's face is priceless, clearly signifying that something zany is bound to happen.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Seriously Taylor, you have a new plan every five seconds. What makes this one any different? Be decisive! One thing at a time!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Because it's...brilliant--
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I'm not in the mood to listen to you rant about your genius for five minutes, so let's save ourselves some boredom and get out with it.
Taylor seems annoyed to be interrupted, but he's used to it by now.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: FINE! So, Showtime and I were talking about the Fallen Heroes Rumble and how important it was, and how easily we were going to dominate it. Then it came to me...what if somehow the ringside officials try to screw us out of it again like they screwed me out of my win against Senator last week! See, they know that if a member of The Second Coming wins the rumble they will be powerless to do anything about our rise to the top of ACW! Besides that, I have my suspicions that other such as BK London...or Senator might pay them off to fix so they win!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Come on, Taylor! When the hell are you gonna just realize and accept that you draw--
As Fallen tries to finish his sentence Taylor looks both hurt and insulted at what Fallen is about to say.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You know as well I do that those ringside officials screwed me out of the win! Don't make me explain it all to you again, Fallen! Now are you going to let me continue explaining my brilliant or what?!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: As long as it stops you from whining I guess I have no choice...
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: So where was I....ah yes! I have a feeling that the ringside officials are well, corrupt! They're either blind or corrupt, and considering who I was against I'd say corrupt! Now, it's obvious to me that the no talented sons of bitches like Senator and BK London will do anything they can to try and make up for their lack of talent and try desperately to stay where they don't belong - in my ME spot! It seems fairly obvious to me that they will be willing to pay off these corrupt officials to look the other way when I, Jon Taylor throw them over the fucking top rope!
Fallen seems fairly disinterested in Taylor's babbling on so far. After all, it's all the same crap.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I think I know exactly where your headed with this Taylor!...Absolutely nowhere! I mean, you can't just stop what's going on by fucking babbling! If your plan is to rant at them during the match then more power to you, but it's just not going to work! Aside from that, there really is NOTHING that can be done of backstage politics for this match.
Taylor lights up like a child in a chocolate factory.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: But that's just it, Fallen - We can do something about this! We fight fire with fire! See, we all know that you, I and Showtime are the most talented competitors on the roster - but that doesn't stop the ringside officials from screwing us over so those talentless bastards win! So, I figured we need an insurance policy! So, we only have to worry about throwing old man Phillips over the top rope instead of worrying about whether the ringside officials will screw us over!
Fallen still doesn't look convinced with what Taylor is saying but seems to be going along with it to reduce the amount of grief.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Alright, I'll bite for once. What is this fabulous 'insurance policy'?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Why, isn't it obvious Fallen?! We pay off the ringside officials ourselves, so if they fuckers try to do it we won't get screwed over!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So wait a second... Your proposing that we get rid of backstage politics and make the company a better place by creating our own damn backstage politics?! Not only would that not work, but it's so fucking hypocritical and stupid!!
Taylor thinks to himself for a few moments before replying.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: But, we won't get caught! Besides, how hard can it be - it's not rocket science!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I really don't think it's worth the risk, and I don't want to be made out as the super devil because of your sneaky little plan!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: They can't throw their star dra--draws out of the rumble! Besides, from what I've seen the ringside officials are just a bunch of Mexicans - easily persuaded no doubt!
Fallen still looks unsure on whether to agree to Taylor's plan or not. Then again, who would?
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: I really don't think this is what we should be doing, Taylor. I mean, I've been training constantly for this as it is! I don't need to cheat to win!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Sure you can, Fallen sure you can. But, wouldn't it feel better to be 100% sure that you had no chance of getting screwed other by no talent posers such as Senator, BK and Zero?!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: It would..but still! It seems so wrong....then again...I do need a strategy...
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Of course! But, it won't fuck up Fallen, but it is the perfect the insurance policy!
Taylor begins to back off.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Where the hell are you going now? Shouldn't you be pulling out a briefcase of cash and saying "Let's go, buddy!" by now?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No, we'll do it Meltdown - I have to go and get ready to retire old man Phillips now!
Fallen still looks a bit unsure as Taylor looks to make his exit.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Whatever, you go do what you have to do then.
Taylor breaks into a proper walk and heads off in the opposite direction as Fallen looks to continue with what he was doing.
Will Fallen and Taylor manage to fix the Fallen Heroes rumble?! Find out on Meltdown!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:30:18 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to The Gym. Credit: Jay Zero Returning from commercial break, the scene is dark. It looks to be a gymnasium, as a ring lies in the middle of it. As the camera begins to focus in, it looks to be Dwights Gym. The double doors open, allowing beams of light to enter. Along with these rays of light, we begin to see the sparkle of the white tassels that hand from Jay Zero’s long black shorts as he enters the gym. With all that make up and mascara on, somebody may have mistaken him for a raccoon. Sheesh.
He walks in, looking around at the gym. It surely isn’t up to standards with the kind of fancy, well-kept places that Jay is used to; but it’ll do.
Tim Dwight, the owner of the gym looks back, hearing the closing of the door and sees Jay Zero walking in. He smiles and approaches him. [/center] Dwight: Hey there Mr. Zero. What can I do you for? Zero: ”What can I do you for?” The hell is that supposed to mean? Mr. Dwight, are you trying to seduce me?! [/color] Tim looks at him, not very amused. He shakes his head. Zero: Anyways! Well I got a match against Aiden tonight so Ginger suggested I come down here to prepare. Thing is, I didn’t know this would be happening, so I had a few to drink earlier with some friends of mine. Heh heh! [/color] Dwight: So you’re drunk? Zero: Noo… I’d say hung over. [/color] Dwight: Well okay then, I’ll see what I can do. What have you done already? Zero: I threw up and took two Motrin. [/color] Tim looks back at him, disgusted, not really needing to know that. Dwight: …. I meant training wise. What have you done already? Zero: OH! Well I stretched before I came here. [/color] Dwight: Good. Hop into the ring. Jay cooperates with “Textbook” and slowly slides in underneath the bottom rope. He gets up holding his head in pain. On the outside of the ring, Tim begins to walk around to the opposite side. Zero: So what are we gonna do here? Run through my offense? Work on counters? [/color] Dwight: Well first, we need to get rid of that hang over. Jay looks back at Tim, somewhat in a daze. Zero: Whaa ? [/color] * CRACK ! * [/size][/center] Zero: AHHHH! [/color] Jay immediately grabs his head, clutching at it to try and stop the ringing in his head while he writhes in pain. On the outside of the ring, Tim Dwight is seen holding a slightly dented steel chair while standing right next to one of the steel posts. Zero: G’DAMN! What are you thinking Dwight?! [/color] Dwight: Oh I thought I’d just teach you a lesson … * CRACK ! * [/size][/center] Zero: GAH! [/color] Jay drops to his knees, squeezing his head. Tim smiles. Dwight: Had enough? Zero: Christ! YES! Enough! I’m hearing more ringing than a PBS Phoneathon! [/color] Dwight: Yeah well that isn’t much. Get up! Zero: I’m going, I’m going! [/color] Jay slowly lifts a knee up and pushes off of that to stand up. Dwight: Ready to be taught by the best? Zero: Oh, sure. You know what they say though: He who can, does and he who can’t teaches… [/color] * CRACK ! * [/size][/center] Zero: Oww! Shoulda saw that one comin’! [/color] He stumbles back and forth a bit, still holding his head. He drops the chair and slides in underneath the bottom rope with a smile on his face. Dwight: Good! Let’s begin! As Tim begins to tell Jay what to do, we only can assume that this is going to be a long day for Jay Zero. The throbbing headache just may be the death of Jay Zero here tonight. Let’s just see how this training pays off in tonights main event.
The scene fades out. [/I]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:30:57 GMT -5
Family Values Alex Richmond
Extravagant, ostentatious, ornate, and even vulgar – all words you could use to describe the Richmond Mansion. For the most part people tend to simply use the word “huge”. There is no denying it, the Richmond Mansion dominates the scenery around it, 3 storey’s high, containing 9 bedrooms and with a massive driveway leading up to it. Currently on the said driveway is a distinctive Ferrari 360, complete with yellow livery. It takes the supercar very little time to transition from passing through the cast iron gates to screeching to a halt, metres away from the front door. From the Ferrari steps a familiar face – Alex Richmond who is dressed as sharply as ever yet wears an unusual expression of unease on his face as he straightens his tie, stood as if simply taking in the view of the mansion that fills the eye line.
From the huge, oak door emerges an old man dressed in a jet black suit coupled with a grey waistcoat – the very picture of your typical butler. Richmond, removing his sunglasses and placing them carefully in his breast pocket, tosses him his keys with a slight incline of his head in a nod of recognition. The butler catches them with a wry smile on his face and steps curtly out of the way as Richmond passes. As Alex enters the hallway he wastes little time strutting through the 3rd door on the right and into a room dominated by a large, stained oak table at the end of which sits none other than Jeremy Richmond, Alex’s father, who is currently conversing with his wife and Alex’s mother – Victoria Woodworth. Victoria beams as she sees her son and she runs, or as close as you can get to running in 5 inch heels, to him in order to greet him with a warm embrace.
Victoria: Well, I’ll leave you boys alone – I’m sure you want to get down to business.
This statement is met with a satisfied nod from Jeremy, yet Victoria cannot resist adding to her previous statement.
Victoria: Alex, darling, you’ve had a long journey – can I get you anything to eat or drink?
Alex: No thanks Mom, I’m fine.
Victoria, reading the tone in Alex’s voice – and the deepening lines on her husband’s head – beats a hasty retreat leaving father and son alone, save for the large man positioned to Jeremy’s right. Alex walks confidently towards his father, all previous signs of worry or discomfort vanquished and replaced with a confident smile, who rises from his seat and extends his right hand in greeting, a greeting that is accepted by Alex. Jeremy gestures to a nearby chair and Alex sits himself down as his father, once more, makes himself comfortable. Jeremy wastes no time and launches straight into what he’s been waiting to say.
Jeremy: Alex, I’ve been in business for over two decades and, as I think you should know, I’ve been extremely successful. There are many factors that determine success in business – one of the most important being man management. From what I saw last week it appears that you, my son, haven’t inherited my ability in this field. What you did--
Alex: Wait...just one minute! Resinowitz is, and always has been, a total waste of space! I did what was necessary and there is no way you can argue with my decision! I was perfectly--
Jeremy: Will you let me finish?! Look – no-one is doubting what he is and to be perfectly honest I can understand why you wanted rid of that man but life isn’t that SIMPLE! Because of your rash and immature actions I am standing on a very thin ledge above a long drop into a whole heap of SHIT! Resinowitz was my lawyer for 20 years are you REALLY that naive that you believe he doesn’t hold anything on me?!
Well, now, because of your “necessary actions” I’m going to have to intervene. If that man so chooses he can have me put away for a very long time and TRUST ME – that isn’t going to happen, not to ME!!
Alex tries to interject once more but is cut off by a withering look from his father and senses he’d better let him say his piece.
Jeremy: I don’t like mincing my words so I’m going to give it to you straight – I can’t trust you to deal with this mess so I’ve contracted Marcus here to clean up after you. Keep out of his way, don’t interfere – NO QUESTIONS ASKED!
Not one to take such a tongue lashing lightly Alex leaps to his feet, sending his chair crashing onto the floor behind him. Within seconds he is right in the face of the brute known as Marcus, who doesn’t even flinch. Alex looks him up and down, the sneer on his face letting both Marcus and his father know he isn’t impressed with what he sees.
Alex: Well, you must be losing your touch if you’ve even entertained the notion of letting this goon handle such an important task! Your supposedly brilliant mind is clearly slipping as well oh “great one”.
Jeremy scowls at this jibe but Alex is in full flow, as he circles around to look his father in the eye, so he keeps his mouth shut to allow his hot-headed son to say his piece.
Alex: If you really think I hadn’t been considering my next step regarding that piece of garbage you, laughably, refer to as a lawyer then it might just be time to call up the home because you’re nothing but a senile shell of the man formerly known as Jeremy Richmond!! I am more than capable of dealing with this situation and, trust me, that’s exactly what I’m going to do; and if your hired “muscle” even attempts to interfere he will see firsthand just exactly what I am capable of!
As he finishes speaking Alex slams his hand down on the table in front of Jeremy, as if emphasising his point. Seeing this as an act of aggression Marcus bursts forward to neutralize the “threat” of Alex yet he receives a stiff elbow to the bridge of the nose, accompanied by a crimson waterfall, followed by a swift knockout blow. Alex stands smirking as the big man lies prone on the floor.
Surprisingly, Jeremy beams and rises to his feet to slowly applaud his son. He embraces him, as if proud of what he just witnessed. Yet, as Alex attempts to pull away, he pulls him back into the embrace and hisses in his ear.
Jeremy: You have one week!
Alex finally pulls successfully away and shares a hard gaze with his father before turning curtly, saying nothing, and making his exit. He gives his mother a swift embrace before exiting and climbing back into his supercar. His rear wheels spin in the gravel, as he roars away from his family home and back into relative normality, leaving a large cloud of dust in his wake.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:31:28 GMT -5
Segment: A Declaration Credit: Jon Taylor
ACW:Warfare returns from a commercial break. The crowd at ringside seem fairly into the action, though of course they are still waiting for the biggest match of the night to happen; Jon Taylor Vs Senator! Speaking of Jon Taylor, this man is the very subject of interest for this segment! We are once again located at the backstage area - but this time at the interview section of it. Though neither Charlotte King or Kevin Anderson can seen wandering about here as per usual. There is however one man who can be seen standing in front of a camera, and that is of course; Jon Taylor! Taylor has his ring attire on and his trademark smirk to match, Taylor looks to be both focused and thoughtful. The camera man gestures that they are about to go live on air and Taylor readies himself.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Tonight I, Jon Taylor face against Senator. Tonight I, Jon Taylor will be finally sending Senator in retirement for good! It's funny how things go isn't it, Steve? Why it seems like it was only last week I was kicking your ass for the International Championship! Ah...good times, good times. The thing that really makes me laugh is not how you managed to capture the championship in the first place, but how easily I manipulated you into that match in the first place. All I had to do was fake my respect for you for a week or two, and BAM! There was my title shot. That was it all it took Steve, one chance, one opportunity and I took that title away from you quicker than you can say Tayloryou'rebetterthan me.
That's all in the past though, isn't it Steve? The one thing that bothers me though is, why did you come out and interrupt me those few weeks ago? What business is it of yours? Were you trying to get your revenge for me, a supposed rookie at the time making you look like a complete and utter rookie yourself? Or was it me convincing Fallen Souls to abandon your deadwood stable, and instead join up with me? Or was it if I may say, watching me continue to dominate competition long after I destroyed you in our match, which made you think "I wish I could be talented as Taylor". Well, I have news for you Senator and it isn't very nice news - you're not, not by a long shot! It makes me laugh that week after week you go on about how you are going to pick me apart, how you are going to outsmart me - how you are going to defeat me. Hah, last time I looked I choked you out cold with a little something I like to call the Triangle of Perfection. Because that's what it is a triangle of perfection, just like I am a competitor of perfection.
There are few men in this company that can even claim to have mastered the art of technical wrestling like I myself have, there are even fewer that can back up their words. You are not one of them. Steve, you're stuck in the past. It isn't the 1990s anymore - it's past your time. The days when you could even contemplate being "dominating" are long gone, your breed can no longer hang in the same ring as the one that I exist in. It makes me laugh that you can even still think this, Steve - why can't you just move on like other people? It is sad really, but let's face it even in your prime you were never a match for The Ultimate Competitor, so even contemplating that you are now is pure stupidity. Even more unfortunate for you Steve is, unlike some people you have faced previously I do not have morals, unlike some people you cannot manipulate me, and unlike some people I am not a one dimensional stuck in the past competitor. Just like you are.
See, people evolve Steve. But there are also others, foolish and stubborn people who do not. People who believe even though they are well past it, that they still deserve in the spot they have occupied for far too long. You Steve, are of course the latter. You have been at the top of this company for far too long. You have held back more deserving people from achieving what they deserve to just because you believe you should be there. Well, unfortunately for you "Senator" Phillips I will not be one of those people. Last Monday you signed the death warrant on your career. There is only one person you can blame for the consequences which will be occurring tonight; and that is you. It's time for someone to take out the trash - and i'm that someone.
I'm tired of having to deal with your old ass time and time again, and tonight WILL be the last time I have to. This has been coming to you the first time you decided to interrupt The Ultimate Competitor, on Monday you merely sealed the fate of something that was already written in stone. It is too late for you to back out now; it is too late for you to apologize. It is a done deal. Tonight I will retire you for good, Steve - tonight I will finally end the legacy of "Senator" Steve Phillips. Tonight I will end your career.
As Taylor finishes his last sentence he continues to stare directly into the camera, almost as if the camera was Senator. A few moments pass until finally walks away to leave the camera fade away.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 14, 2008 16:32:06 GMT -5
Match 4: The Senator vs. Jon Taylor (Credit: Jon Taylor)
As Jon Taylor finishes his promo the camera quickly switches back to ringside. The crowd are now pumped up for the match from seeing Taylor on the Alpahtron. The ringside officials all look to be anxious waiting for the match to start. A few moments pass as the whole arena waits in anticipation until "Hail to Chief" begins bursting through the P.A System to signify the arrival of the competitor of the face; Senator Steve Phillips. As Senator steps out onto the entrance ramp he is surprising met with a mixture of boos and cheers - the crowd must really hate Taylor if they are cheering for Senator! Senator does a Nixon style victory pose before he makes his way down the entrance ramp and into the ring. He shadow boxes in the left corner before making his way to the other side of the ring to await the arrival of his opponent.
A few moments pass as Senator and the crowd wait in anticipation for the arrival of his opponent; Jon Taylor. Suddenly pyros shoot out of around the Alphatron whilst "Revolution Begins" hits the P.A System to signify the arrival of Taylor. Taylor makes his way out onto the entrance ramp and is immediately met with abuse and boos. Taylor simply smirks as he poses at the top of the entrance ramp while the crowd show their disgust towards The Ultimate Competitor. Taylor stays still at the top of the entrance ramp for a few moments to wind up the crowd even further before he makes his way down the entrance ramp in his own time. Taylor makes sure to trash talk a few crowd members on his way down before sliding into the ring and immediately squaring up to Senator. Both men go face to face in a stare before the referee breaks them up. Taylor grins as both men look eager to get the match underway.
The bell rings.
As the match gets underway the crowd quickly quieten down to see how the match will pan out. Both Taylor and Senator circle each other with neither man eager to commit though both look to get the upper hand early on. They decide to lock on in the middle where Senator attempts to use his technical prowess to take down Taylor, however Taylor has a size advantage is also a very strong technical wrestler meaning Senator is unable to get anywhere with it. Taylor drags Senator around the ring to show his superior strength while Senator looks to weaken Taylor with a series of strike aimed to the mid-section of Taylor. This strategy looks to have paid off as Taylor breaks the hold...however on breaking it Taylor immediately executes a picture perfect dropkick and lands it. The crowd respond with "oooooh" as Senator is planted on the ring canvas, Taylor looks to get the early pinfall and hooks the leg. 1-2-kickout. Taylor expecting this to be the result wastes no time in bringing Senator back to his feet. Taylor looks to lock in a double underhook hold, however Senator manages to spin out of it and wriggle free. As Taylor launches himself forward to regain control Senator spots an opening and neutralises Taylor's offense with a snapmare onto the ring canvas. As the crowd react to seeing Taylor hit the canvas Senator himself wastes no time to let Taylor out and tees up and lands a soccer kick right to the back of the head. This time it is Senator who looks to get the pinfall, and he hooks the leg. 1-2-kickout. A dazed Taylor kickouts as the crowd react to the action more than previously.
As Taylor looks to recover Senator doesn't let up as he hits Taylor with a few strikes to the head before dragging up The Ultimate Competitor to his feet. As Taylor tries to regain his bearings Senator grabs a hold of him and irish whips him into the turnbuckle! As Taylor recoils off of the turnbuckle and lets out screams of pain a sinister grin appears on the face of Senator. Senator approaches Taylor and waits for him to recover partially before striking him with a series of brutal knife edged chops! The crowd go berserk as Taylor screams out in pain once more. With a redden chest Taylor is immediately brought back to reality, and that reality is Senator Steve Phillips! With a grin on his face Senator slowly drags the weakened Taylor into the centre of the ring where he is met with a kick straight to the mid-section. As Taylor is winded and bends over his troubles are worsened as Senator hits a vicious dropkick to the knee. Taylor sent crashing to the mat once more where Senator is waiting for him, he hooks the leg to attempt the pinfall once more. 1-2-Kickout. Another fairly easy kickout from Taylor prompts a big reaction from the crowd, though Senator seems to be frustrated that his offense isn't having the desired result. Once again Senator looks to take Taylor to his feet, but this time as he pulls Taylor up from the ring canvas his is met with a lethal eye gouge! The crowd all react furiously, as does the referee who warns Taylor not to do it again. However, the momentum swiftly shifts into the favour of The Ultimate Competitor.
As Senator Struggles to see out of his injured eye a menacing grin appears on the face of Taylor. Now recovered Taylor looks to capitalise on this opportunity and put Senator away. Taylor immediately goes to work landing a series of shin kicks and elbow strikes to weaken Senator further. As the crowd surprisingly begin to get behind Senator this only helps to urge The Ultimate Competitor as he ends the sequence a huge knee to the mid-section. Senator keels over as Taylor looks to be putting an to the resistance of his opponent. Taylor looks to finish Senator for good and executes a Taylor DDT driving the top of Senator's head straight into the ring canvas. Taylor can only smirk as he hooks the leg. 1-2-kickout! The crowd all cheer as Taylor is denied the pinfall by a resilient Senator! Taylor clearly annoyed by this looks to put away his opponent again. He takes him to his feet, landing another excruciating knee to the mid-section as Senator moans once more. This time Taylor looks to well and truly put an end to the match as he sets him up for The Clinch. However, as Taylor locks The Clinch in and looks ready to unleash the devastating knees something wipes the grin off of his face! Taylor strangely releases the devastating move and backs away...but why?! It''s because now former Second Coming member Limelight can be seen at the bottom of the entrance with Savich in toe! Savich instructs Limelight to get in the ring where a defiant Taylor stands tall. How foolish. Senator rolls out of the ring and out of danger as Limelight enters. Taylor in a moment of pure foolishness squares up to the monster and attempts to attack him! His strikes have no effect as Limelight stands tall, showing that they don't even tickle. Savich shouts something at Limelight, and Limelight immediately grabs a hold of Taylor! Taylor tries to wriggle free but it is too late as Limelight heaves him into the air and lands a devastating Chokeslam straight into the ring canvas. As Senator can be seen making his way up the entrance ramp, Savich joins Limelight in the ring. The two men look over the motionless body of Taylor as Savich laughs menacingly.
Result: No Contest
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