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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:52:27 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown April 17, 2008
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Josh The Jersey Boy vs. The Libertines
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Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman
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Danny Mainer vs. Jay Zero – Non Title
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Showtime's Gauntlet of Assorted Doom
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Adrian Flamingo vs. Andrew Starr – Beat The Clock Competition
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:53:45 GMT -5
We kicked Thunderkiss and Friend's ass in the ratings: The Week in ReviewCredit: ShowtimeIt's Thursday, and that could mean only one thing. That means it's time for the Week in Review! Unfortunately thanks to distractions by transvestites with fetishes for feathers, Showtime has sadly prepared a brief show for the guys. Still, you guys get to hear that famous Week in Review theme song, stolen from ABC'S Monday Night Football. Not that soccer crap that all of the other people play all over the world. Real, manly, AMERICAN football! Narrator: Live from sunny Greensville, it's the Week in Review!! Bought to you the supporters of Barack Obama. Remember, homies. Bros before Hoes. Vote Obama 'O8. Narrator: And by Burger King? When god gives you a Crossain'wich without a BK Joe, find yourself a new god!! Showtime: Damn, BK London scares the shit outta me sometimes. Then again, since beating Adrian Flamingo's out of the question, he's now beating off dudes and bringing them breakfast in bed. I digress, I have to thank BK on a serious tip. He brought his loser cousin 'Romey Rome Carter here to ACW! Wait.. he's in developmental? Oh, snap! Hahahaha, Josh the Jersey Boy has a job here, yet you couldn't get here? Damn, and I wanted to make the claim that I beat Jerome Carter in two companies. Still, I wanna get back to Josh the Jersey Boy and our first match! The only thing worse than a Libertines match is one with Josh the Jersey Boy in it: Libertines vs JJBShowtime: What an appropriate curtain-jerker we have here this week! Liberace's streak of suckery continues this week as he goes up against Josh the Jersey Boy.. Showtime looks seriously at the camera.Showtime: I kid you not.. Now, I've made colorful nicknames for the various competitors over the years, but I'm not making this one up. Josh... the Jersey Boy. Yeah. He hasn't even reached the status of man yet, but Liberace hasn't either. This match is too close to call, but I don't think anyone cares about its outcome. Apathy wins again! Hey, we're in the undercard forever now with Showtime here: Jason Freeman vs Jake SteeleShowtime: Poor Jake Steele. When you debuted, everyone was making you out to be the new big sensation here in ACW. Then, you faced me. 1...2....3 seconds was all it took for all of that noise to be squashed! That's why Showtime's moving on up in the word, and you're stuck dancing with Jason Freeman who looks like the lovechild of Jim Morrison and a vacuum.. because all of the charisma's been sucked out of him. Despite having no charisma, he'll beat The S.U.C.K in this match. Freeman for the win. Speaking of suck, here's: Jay Zero vs Danny Mainer – Non-title matchShowtime: Well, this is one match that I'll definitely keep my eyes on.. despite it'll suck more than Jenna Jameson in heat. I just take great pleasure in seeing that turkey Jay Zero get his face pounded in, and hopefully Danny Mainer could do something that he seems to have trouble with, and that's deliver. Some might say that he's done that since winning the International Title, but look who he won it from. That's just like saying Train's done something by beating Mr. Red for his title. I'm going out on a limb and choosing Mainer to win this one. The grandest show of them all: Showtime's Gauntlet of Assured DoomShowtime: Yes! This is the big one! I have assembled top talent from all over the world and narrowed it down to two with the third being decided by the powers that be. One of them is a rising young star on the independent circuit of Iowa. His trademark move is the dreaded Heart Punch. He is Ed Cellent!! Showtime: If you thought he was something, the next one will blow you out of the water. This wrestler is Canadian, and we all know that Canada has produced some top-quality wrestlers. This guy has wrestled here in the states as well as in Mexico. He is none other than Canada's own... Pierre the Masked Canuck! Showtime: Now, with top-quality talent like this competing in this match-up, the fans must be wondering what must it take for Showtime to overcome the odds. Well, my fans, it takes talent, talent that I am overflowing with! I am no Jay Zero, no sir! I'm so awesome, I can silence thunder and chain down lightning. So strong, it's downright frightening. Now, they'll get their time in the sun to try to impress ACW management, but when it's all set and done, it'll still be Showtime. Adrian Flamingo vs. Andrew Starr - Beat The Clock CompetitionShowtime: Man, why are they wasting Adrian Flamingo on guys like BK London and Andrew Starr? Throw Adrian in the ring with a top-tier competitor such as yours truly, and we would put on a wrestling spectacle so grand that Dave Meltzer would make a new damn star for it, baby! Unfortunately, Andrew Starr is his opponent, so expect a lot of punches, kicks, stomps, and possibly, the random Andy Starr Lariato thrown in for good measure. Tough shit because those three moves won't be enough to take down the astonishing one. 'Who's Hot, Who's Not' appears on the big screen beside Showtime.Showtime: And now, it's time to have a special Who's Hot, Who's Not for this week. You might be wondering why this week is special. It's because there's one person on each list! On the hot list this week is a man that defeated four wrestlers including an ACW champion, knocked out a backstage worker, and vanquished all 36 chambers of the Wu-Tang Clan in the span of a week. That's right.. It's Showtime!!! Seeing how I beat the ACW Entertainment champion, I'm obviously deserving of a title shot, and once Fallen Heroes is over with, that means that I'll be getting more bling when I whip BJ for his Heavyweight Title! And for the not list, we have Jay Zero... Okay, so what if he beat the ACW Heavyweight Champion. Sure he got a cheap shot in on me last week, but he made the mistake of pissing Showtime off! Now, I have the power of the Glow, and Jay Zero, I'm coming for YOU!!! God.. that horrible Crank Dat Soulja Boi song began planning as Showtime went to Superman that ho before the scene faded out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:55:26 GMT -5
Match 1: Josh the Jersey Boy vs. The Libertines (Credit: FSX)
Rarely is a match so highly anticipated that there is a line up of individuals outside the arena desperately trying to get in. That individuals are willing to pay thousands of dollars to get a ticket in the bleachers just for the chance to watch a match that has been booked for the very first time. Some have called it a sign of the apocalypse, well others believe that only good can possibly come in the future through the following contest. It will be intense without any doubt, and there have been roars of cheers every few minutes since the show began due to the sheer need for this match to start. An endless desire to see two of the greatest talents of all time step into the same ring to face each other one on one. Which can possibly survive this battle of heroes? There are so many wonderful and interesting things that can be said about the following contest, but how many of them are true? Without much doubt the styles of these two competitors will mesh perfectly, but is that enough? Can they truly entertain one of the largest crowds to ever set foot in the ACW arena? Yes, yes they can. As Phillips takes quite awhile to make the introductions to each man, and they stare at each other from across the ring during the largest reaction either has heard for one of their matches, they know that this is it. As Phillip quickly exits the ring, it's time for the fight of the century. The greatest opener to take place on the Meltdown before a Fallen Heroes Pay Per View of ALL TIME!!!
Bell Rings.
And without another second of wait it begins! Both men seem eager to gain an early advantage on the other as they stare to one another menacingly, but are hesitant to lock up as the crowd becomes deafeningly loud whenever they near one another. Realizing they can't make a match of simply circling around the ring for a few minutes, they finally decide to get into it and walk into the middle of the ring. They give each other a quite bitter look as they want to be the one that proves they are worthy of such admiration, and aren't to fade away following the contest. To deserve such praise would call for a decisive victory, and one must wonder if they have what it takes to man handle the other. JJB seems to believe that he does, as he is quick to get the action underway with a swift thrust kick to the gut of Libertines. That was all it took for the fans to know that Josh the Jersey boy would be their hero until the end of the contest! Taking a moment to soak in the praise of the loud cheers that they were giving him for such a simple move he didn't notice that Lib wasn't just going to go down so simply, wasting no time to slap JJB across the face and quickly hit him with a snap suplex, bringing the contest to the mat for the first time. Not wasting a moment to prance around and pose for those in attendance he is quick back to his feet and running into the ropes, springboarding off of them as Jujubes gets back up and nailing him with a forearm strike! How deadly! Seeing that JJB was once again back on the mat, Lib decides to continue his clear dominance and stand over him for a moment.....only to take hold of one of his legs and lock in a vicious single leg Boston crab! The pain must be excruciating, because JJB wastes no time rushing over to the ropes and breaking the hold! Not about to simply let the hold be broken, Lib continues to wrench the maneuver and remind everyone in attendance that he is indeed a heel! Waiting for the referee to get to a three in his five count and the crowd to start booing him, he breaks the hold and takes a moment to mock a few people in the front row as the Jersey boy holds onto his leg. Can he possibly recover? If you answered easily, your right! Quickly getting back to his feet and limping a bit at first, JJB makes his way over to Lib and takes a hand full of his hair. Whining a bit and struggling as he was pulled back to the middle of the ring, Jujubes raises a hand to the crowd, before turning Libertines around and drilling him with a BODY SLAM! Don't you want to be a Jerseymaniac? Remembering what had happened to him moments earlier, JJB locks in his own torturous version of the half crab...something he likes to call STOP SNITCHIN!
By the look of pain on his face, one would imagine that Lib wanted to stop snitchin right then and there by tapping out to the hold! But he couldn't just surrender the obvious fame and love that awaited the winner, now could he? Besides, they say that Libertines is godly! It was time for him to prove it to all of his disciples around the world! After struggling for a few moments and crying out in the obvious pain that he was experiencing, Lib took in a deep breath and pushed down on the mat! Pushing down over and over, he eventually sprang himself up and sent Jujubes launching off of him and out of the move, rolling onto his back immediately as JJB bounced off the ropes and stumbled back toward him, Lib would be ready! Deciding to prove to people that he had what it took to be an impressive performer when he wanted to be, he leaned back and kipped back up to his feet quickly, immediately wrapping his hands around JJB's waist and falling back with a German suplex! Get this, that was an impressive string of moves! Realizing what he had just done, it should come as no surprise that he had a look of joy and bedazzlement on his face, suddenly believing that he had what it takes and quickly pulling JJB back up to his feet, kneeing him in the gut and hitting a sit-out facebuster! Bouncing up on the mat as he hit the maneuver tactfully, there was a bit of joy in Libertine's eyes now as he felt momentum shifting in his favor, noticing that Jujubes was beginning to return to his feet and dashing into the ropes, coming back with the clear intent to hit a Shining Enziguri! But unfortunately, JJB fell down to his stomach before Lib could reach him and he instead just jumped in the air and fell to the ground, looking rather silly in the process. Knowing this was the opening he needed to regain the advantage in the match, rolling over to the fallen form of Lib and diving onto him. Sitting on his stomach, a shocking Libertines had nowhere to run too as JJB began to drop shots left and right to him, using a ground and pound tactic as he delivered several shots to Lib's pretty face, pounding into his right eye over and over as he might of been trying to close it up, before finally launching a fist into Lib's mouth, grinning as he truly C.R.E.A.Med him. Knowing that Lib was likely down and out for the count, JJB wanted to make sure...especially seeing there was a very god chance he would win the match if he did so! Slowly dragging the tired and exhausted form of Lib back to his feet, Jujubes posed to his many fans before easily hitting a T-bone suplex! Crashing them both back to the mat, he rolled over and hooked both of Libertines legs as the referee dropped to make the count. Had he managed a quick three? One....Two.....Not quite Three.
Frustrated with the fact that the mighty Libertines had managed to kick out of his awesome display of various talent, he realized it was time to use some of his special and deviant tactics to take this match into his hands for good! Looking around the ring, JJB quickly made his way over to the closest turnbuckle and climbed it as Lib was still recovering from the recent outburst of skill and talent from Jujubes. As he slowly made his way back to his feet, however, something deep within him just wouldn't feel right about the coming situation. Slowly turning around in the direction of JJB, he gasped to himself as he saw his nemesis doing the Wu-Tang Clan symbol! That could only mean one thing! But given that he was still doing the sign as he saw him, that meant that he would have plenty time to dodge the upcoming manuver..or better yet! Running toward him as he was he clearly wasn't ready for Lib to go on the defensive, he lept up onto the turnbuckle with a single jump and grabbed a hold of him, falling back into the ring with a top rope variation of the LUNGBLOWER! As JJB gasped and bounced off of him, it was clear that he was having trouble breathing by all the flailing he was busy doing. Not about to give him a chance to catch his breathe, Libertines quickly pulled him back to his feet and hit the Big Ben BOOOOOOMB, also known to the common man as the Juvi Driver! As Jujubes head bounced off the mat, Lib was still not ready to go for a pin and simply allow JJB to miraculously kick out! No, he wanted to make sure that there was absolutely nothing left in him! Racing to the top turnbuckle and turning back to him, he wasted not a moment leaping off of it and hitting the Pegasus Dive, also known as the Diving Headbutt! Cracking skulls successfully, a woozy Libertines slung an arm over Jujubes and the referee wasted not a moment dropping to the ground to count what could inevitably be the three! One! Two! Thre! Ding ding ding, and there you have-- Thre? That's right, JJB kicked out! JJB escaped disaster and managed to shoot an arm up just in time! By god, can you believe it?! Looking to the referee in utter shock as he was informed that it was only a two count, a very frustrated Libertines got back to his feet and began to argue with the referee. During this pitiful distraction, it gave JJB enough time to slowly drag himself back to his feet and realize that he had a chance here to steal the match! Rushing over to take a hold of Lib, JJB gives a quick signal for the Welcome to New Jersey and drills Libertines in the face a few times! Was this it?! Before he could hit the STO portion of the maneuver, Lib used his sense and took a tight hold of one of his arms, swinging him around and locking in the Crossface in the middle of the ring! Didn't see that coming! Neither did JJB, apparently, as he looks around in shock well struggling with the move. He was in the middle of the ring, though! What could he possibly do? As Lib wrenched it more and more with each passing moment, there was little choice at this point. Despite the valiant effort, this match was over, and Jujubes had no choice but to tap out. Aw.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, The 'Showstarter' LIBERTINES!
What could be a better way to start the show? As "Delivery" by The Babyshambles begins to play once again, and Lib finally breaks the hold on Jujubes, it's clear that many in attendance were impressed with the match! So impressed that it's surprising no one is throwing roses to their hero that is Lib! As he celebrates his proud victory in the ring, JJB slinks out of it and quickly returns to the shadows of the backstage area. He may of lost this time around, but he was impressive in doing so...will these two titans meet again? Maybe one day...but for now, we've got ALOT more show to go!
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:56:23 GMT -5
Segment: Out with the old, in with the better! Credit: The Second Coming
The scene opens up at the backstage area, it's not long since the show began so the crowd aren't hyped enough to be audible backstage yet. The backstage atmosphere seems to be good as everyone seems to be excited in the run up untill the Fallen Heroes Pay-Per-View. The general area which is of interest to us is the many corridors of the ACW arena. Of course, this isn't too specific so I will tell there is one particular where our interest lies. The one where Showtime and Fallen Souls can be seen walking in. Showtime seems to be "chilled" as usual while Fallen looks to be slightly irritated for whatever reason. Suddenly Fallen stops which in turn prompts Showtime to stop also. Fallen looks behind at Showtime who seems confused as to why Fallen stopped.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: It's nice that Taylor went ahead and told you where he was going, and good for him telling us to go and meet him there...but I'm not going on a manhunt if I don't get to kill somebody. Besides, the lazy bastard can come to us!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Or we could take the initiative! Man, I am telling you it's around here somewhere! Besides, Taylor said he was meeting someone important and that it was of concern to us also, I don't think it's a good idea to go back now...
Fallen clearly doubts that whatever Taylor is up to that is of any real importance. After all, he wanted to attack the Senatorial Stable with 6 people! 6 people! He's a mad man! A MAAAAD MAAAN!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: So what? Taylor is just a mouth that spits a projectile of shit at everyone with each word. Nothing he says really ends up meaning anything, and his plans are always terrible. I don't feel like listening to him whining about his genius tonight, anyway. I could be doing alot more with my precious time.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Now, I'm gonnna be honest. Sometimes, JT gets cases of diarrhea of the mouth, but come on man. He sounded like he was actually sincere for once! Let's just look around a bit more before going back, alright?
Fallen looks clearly annoyed to be dragged around looking for Taylor, though relents for fear of wasting more of his time! That's the worst pain of all!
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Alright, we've already come this far so we may as well just find him. But damn it, if this is another ploy just for us to attack the Senatorial Stable he gets to die a bloody death!
Acting like he didn't hear the second part, or pehaps just liking the sound of it, Showtime sets off again, as does Fallen. The two men continue down a series of winding tranquil corridors where you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. This part of the arena doesn't seem to be used that much as cobwebs can be seen everywhere and there are a lack of working lights. A short while passes and seems to be no sign of either Taylor nor this person he was apparently meeting. Fallen looks ready to go back off to the stable locker room, however as they turn a corner something happens. The sound of a voice is audible. The two men speed up and head towards the source of this voice. As they near the source there is only one object this voice could belong to.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Mr. Whiny!...er...Taylor!
Fallen pauses before continuing to fully make sure that is infact Taylor. Satisified it is Fallen and Showtime continue to head towards the voice.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: See man, I told you JT would be around here somewhere!
A smirk appears on the face of Fallen as he replies.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: You got that much, but I'm still all ready to kill him.
As the two men finally reach the source of where Taylor is, it is quite clear that it is a fairly large room. Possibly an old office or something. As the two men approach the door they look through the glass to see Taylor infact standing over the other side of the room talking to a very imposing large black man. Presumably who he was meeting. Showtime seems unsure whether to enter or not, however Fallen opens the door and quickly makes his way into the room. Showtime follows and both stand at the opposite of the room to Taylor and his guest. Taylor and his guest look to be deep in conversation, so much so that they infact do not see Fallen and Showtime enter the room.
Unknown | Unknown:...so what's da score in this joint?
As Fallen and Showtime look on they look both surprised and glad they have somehow managed to enter the room unnoticed and listen intently. Spying is fun!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Well it's quite simple really; there's us and there's them. Us is Fallen Souls, Showtime and of course myself. Them is everyone else. There are of course the corrupt officials and management, but you don't need to worry about them.
A smile appears on the face of the unknown man while Taylor himself of course has his trademark smirk. Showtime seems a bit uncomfortable though Fallen looks fine effectively eavesdropping on Taylor.
Unknown | Unknown: So your telling me, dat apart from you and your homies I got free reign to do what ever da hell I like to those other poor fuckers?
Taylor nods.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Of course...that is your purpose here after all. To protect myself from attack by the no talented bastards that seem to want to have a pop at what they can't be. After what happened on Warfare it became clear to me that if we want to function as we need to without trouble we need extra protection. That protection is you....
As Taylor seems to of finished his sentence Fallen and Showtime look to have had enough eavesdropping for one day and look to confront Taylor!
...oh and it goes without saying that Fallen and Showtime need to protected as well.
As Taylor finishes his sentence properly it is too late for Fallen and Showtime to retreat to their previous position and they have no choice but follow through.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Taylor, my fine friend!....What the hell is going on?! Why did you drag us in the depths of the labyrinth like arena just to meet someone? Change of scenery be damned!
Taylor and the unknown pivot around to finally see Fallen and Showtime standing right in front of them. However, Fallen barely has time to finish his sentence has the unknown man lunges forward and grabs a hold of Fallen!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Iron, no!
As Showtime jumps back from Fallen and the large man Taylor attempts to save Fallen from being attacked! "Iron" turns around still with Fallen in hand, in a confused state.
Unknown | Unknown: Wha? You said I can do what da the fuck I like to anyone that's not your homie!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Yes, but here's the thing...HE IS in the stable!
The man releases Fallen finally who stumbles back towards Showtime.
Unknown | Unknown: Er, sorry bout dat that there little man.
This time it is Showtime who steps forward, still weary of "Iron" in an attempt to get some answers.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Yo JT, what the hell is going on?! And why the hell you got the dude whose family were killed by ninjas in here?!
Surprisingly it is Taylor who now looks pissed off and annoyed. Though, Fallen and Showtime did enter without knocking!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: I should be the one asking is what the hell you two are doing here! I told you explicitly to not meet me here for another 20 minutes! And have you ever heard of knocking?!
Showtime looks to back off as Fallen looks to have recovered from the slight shock.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Wait 20 minutes? Sounds like a waste of time to me! Besides, if it was so fucking urgent why would we have to wait at all? Don't be a hypocrite!
As Showtime looks to explain himself he appears to be a bit embarrassed...but then again who wouldn't be in this situation!
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: I figured we should turn up early in case you needed any help, you know back up! We're a team, dawg!
Showtime gives Taylor one of his cheesiest grins, but Taylor is still pissed off, causing Showtime's smile to quickly fade away.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Well seeing as you two screwed up I may as explain it all now. This here is "Iron Jaw" Johnson, since my sneak attack last Warfare by Limelight and Savich it became clear to me that something had to be. With you two going on about how we needed more people I decided to capitalise on the opportunity, and do such a thing. Every great group or stable needs muscle, they need a powerhouse. Although Limelight did offer this, Savich also had a hold over him so quite frankly he was utter useless. And well you saw what happened at Warfare, it only highlighted further that we were lacking power, we were lacking muscle, we were lacking protection. So I figured what better way to solve this problem than bring "Iron Jaw" Johnson to ACW and have him protect us on our rise to the top!
As Iron keeps a close eye on Fallen, Showtime seems to be quite pleased with thought of having Iron for "protection". Fallen, however as always has to push further.
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Ranting aside, how is this man going to help protect us? Though he might be a big guy, he also looks like a homeless guy! Don't pay people with sandwiches!
Taylor's smirk turns into a larger menancing grin.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: How about you find out for yourself.
Fallen and Showtime look confused while Iron lowers his arms and smiles.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Take a swing at him, hit him with your best punch! Don't worry, he won't attack back unless I feel like it.
As Taylor laughs a confused Fallen does as instructed. He takes a step back up tees up, and throws his hardest punch directly at the jaw of Iron, it lands right on the button where a normal person would be knocked out because Fallen is a machine! This however is not a normal person. As Fallen he lets out a cry and jumps back from the man as he clutches onto his right hand. Showtime simply likes on in awe while both Iron and Taylor laugh.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: He isn't called Iron Jaw for nothing! So, does that prove to you that he can protect us well enough, or does he have to do another demonstration...
Fallen isn't the kind of person to just drop something so quickly..but he also didn't want to break his hand..
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: No no no no! That's fine! I don't need to go into Fallen Heroes injured..I'll just accept it.
Johnson | Iron Jaw: Aw, man. I wanted my turn, boss!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: It wouldn't be too wise to knock out a stable member, Iron. Besides there are plently of no talented fuckers that you can take care of!
Iron looks slightly disappointed while Taylor doesn't luck done yet.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Now, Iron and I need to pay a visit to old man Phillips, I presume you two don't want to tag along?
Fallen Souls | The Crazy One: Why would I? Fallen Heroes training isn't going to just happen, and I don't need to see Steve anytime soon.
Taylor turns to Showtime.
Ryan Cooper | Showtime: Sorry, man I can't. I got a gauntlet to prepare for. Talented athletes from across the land compete against Showtime! I can't afford to lose focus, homie.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitior: Of course you do. Well, good luck with that - Iron and I must be off to the Senatorial Stable locker room.
The menacingly grin reappears on the face of Taylor as he and Iron head towards the door and make their exit. Fallen seems fairly shocked and surprised at the identity of the newest stable member, after all..it's a mighty hobo! Meanwhile, Showtime looks quite pleased. There's another black man in the group!
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:57:41 GMT -5
"Not Surprising" (Credit: Anonymous)
It's not surprising what I've done to Rattlesnake all this time. Someone as pathetic as him shouldn't even be in ACW. So what if he's a former International Champion? Who cares if he's won Emperor of the Ring? Big fucking deal. I could do those things if I wanted to.
His accomplishments will fail compared to the ones I intend to make from this point forward. I'll do so much in a short time. It'll be so fast that it'll make your head spin.
Fallen Heroes is just over a week away. It won't be long before you all see my true identity. At that point, my revival will be complete. All of it has culminated to that point in time, perfectly planned out for your benefit.
Most of you don't even know what to call me at this point. I've done that on purpose. But if you were to label me with a name, I might as well come up with one. I see myself as someone who's revolutionary, so you can call me The Revolutionary.
After tonight, the one person you will be talking about is The Revolutionary. Every single thought in your fragile little minds will be about me and what I've done. That has been my goal from the beginning. To give you something to think about at any given moment.
My job has been successful, in my humblest opinion. You'd best agree or you'll end up like Rattlesnake again and again and again. He just keeps coming back for more.
You'll be just like him. Pathetic, sad, a waste, a complete loser.
My revival is at hand. Soon The Revolutionary will not back down from anyone. And I urge the ACW Champion to watch his back. Keep that title shiny. When my opportunity comes, I want to be the one to relieve you of it.
9 days remaining.
That's all the time you have left. It's your turn to ante up, fucker.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:58:28 GMT -5
SEGMENT: To Fallen Heroes! (Credit: Mainer)
The scene opens to show a rather happy looking Danny Mainer striding confidently down the isle with the ACW International Title Strap slung over his shoulder. He walks smugly down a corridor in his typical attire of his black cargo pants, high top converses and the official “Golden Crown” t-shirt that is so trademark of The King of Vegas. He’s surrounded by his entourage of ANTHRAX and Danny Mainer walking down towards the stationary camera crew who are filming him walk down, he then walks straight up to the camera. Ready to cut his promo.
Mainer: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is I the King of Vegas here. Tonight I’m ready to tell you EXACTLY what I plan to do next Sunday at Fallen Heroes when I step in to the ring with the rest of the roster after I beat down my former friend Jay Zero. To take out 29 other men in that ring is exactly what I plan to do and I plan to SOLIDIFY my legacy as the smallest man to ever win the Great Battle Royal and I plan to walk to Omega Effect IV with my International Title and my shot to become a Double Champion, THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT title against either that Black or White creep and then after I beat whoever the fuck wins there I’ll-
Danny is cutoff as Mei-Feng leans over and whispers into his ear something which due to his facial reaction clearly annoys The King of Vegas.
Mainer: You’re fucking kidding me? What do you mean my PA didn’t sign me up?!?!?!
Mei Feng: Yeah, I’m sorry but she quit the day we asked her to, said she was under “too much pressure” from you.
Mainer: Fuck! Is it too late to get into the rumble?
Camera-man: Yep!
Mainer: Well isn’t that just great Shinoda, you couldn’t have just ONCE gone the extra fucking mile and got me signed up? Well good on you, I don’t care about the Battle Royal for as long as I am International Champion it will be a priceless, unable to value title due to the level of greatness that it reaches. Jon Taylor couldn’t beat X for this after trying 8 times, I could, I got him in one shot and that’s why I’m the greatest. There’s nobody that can beat me and unfortunately neither can “Mr. Born Again” Jay Zero, I’ll admit that the guy was a good friend of mine but he blows more then a brass section of an orchestra. The man is preparing for a beat-down on epic levels at my hands tonight when I take him out and smash him headfirst into the floor.
That Jay Zero, OOH is he preparing for pain. I have respect for the guy but he suddenly took it upon himself to be the man that was the vocal piece of Entourage after Thunderkiss left. Yes he practically MADE himself leader and y’know what? I plan to knock the faith out of that kid tonight. Jay-Jay, you better watch out because after I’m done with you, the only person with Zero Darkness will be you after I hit The Vegas Blackout and knock your Born-Again ass into a coma Mr. Zero. NOBODY and I mean NOBODY tries to outshine The King of Vegas and gets away with it, I’ll knock your head off your shoulders and break your arms. You’re dead to me and I will BREAK YOU.
I promise you that after tonight, you WILL be in the ER getting cured for leather burns on your gums and I promise you that you will NEVER, EVER think to try and push me out of the spotlight again because people who try to take my limelight get embarrassed on the grandest stages of them all. I plan to throw your ass down a well and sink you into obscurity, I will make you regret the day you EVER tried to contend with me, outshine me, drown me out or even MET me because showing up tonight is the LAST mistake YOU. WILL EVER. MAKE Jay Zero and you WILL be beaten bloody and I WILL beat that over-hyped dyke Sarin Rossi into unconsciousness. Danny Mainer is ready to make the rise and being the International Champion means there is NOBODY who can stop me. I, Danny Mainer implore you Jay to not even let your music hit because I will break you so bad and make you TAP. OUT. And THAT baby is a King’s Oath!
Danny storms off with his entourage following as he draws to a fade.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:59:07 GMT -5
Segment: “They Took & Took Until There Was Nothing Left” Credit: ~Aj / Sarin
[Side by side they lay together in bed, both recovering from the trauma placed upon them by the menacing Black & White. For almost an entire day they have been like this, though neither would know it since they are completely lost in the moment. No hospitals. No wrestling rings. No crazy people wearing costumes. Their entire life now exists within this bed, and neither could be any more enthused.
While she sleeps, his mind has been contemplating their future. The last few days have left an extremely bitter taste in his mouth towards the professional wrestling industry. What was once his dream has now turned into a never ending nightmare. Try as he might to avoid bringing his family into this circus, it has engulfed Anna and his unborn child like shadows creeping over the landscape at dusk.
Those close to him say he has lost his heart for the sport; he disagrees. He is more than willing to perform in front of the masses, however, it is the masses who are less than willing to accept. As far as Aiden Joseph is concerned, he didn’t lose his heart; it was ripped from his chest and stolen from him. Not desiring to hang his hat where he feels he isn’t welcomed, his decision is a relatively easy one to make. For the last few hours he has laid silent waiting for her to awaken so that he can inform her of his conclusion; as she stirs, the time has finally come.]
Aiden Joseph: I’m going to quit.
[Upon hearing this, Anna rolls over in bed to face him. Sensing how hard he is struggling inside over this, her hand affectionately caresses his face in hopes of easing his troubles.]
Aiden: This has gone out of hand. Every week -
[His conscious laden mind is too overbearing for him to continue. He pauses to recollect his thought and then tries again.]
Aiden: Every week it’s something else. You were right when we had this same conversation a month ago; we don’t need this anymore. I have so much opportunity in other venues, and it all involves not being ridiculed, attacked and spat upon by crazy people.
[His eyes begin to well themselves up with tears. He tries to fight them back and succeeds, though she sees straight through his foolish attempt to maintain his male ego.]
Aiden: Every Sunday and Wednesday night I am starting to dread getting on that airplane, Anna. It’s like I go numb and crawl out of my body, only to return two days later. When I was in my teens and my early 20's, this is all I ever dreamt of doing, and now ....
[As much as it hurts to finish the rest of his sentence, he can’t lie to himself anymore; it’s how he truly feels.]
Aiden: ..and now it’s a chore.
[Deep inside she is overjoyed at the news but dares not risk offending him with any emotional outbursts. Instead, Anna leans in and kisses Aiden on his forehead to show him she supports him no matter what direction he takes in life. Needless to say this is a monumental decision and what is more important to her is that it’s one he’ll be able to live with. That said, she looks him deeps in his eyes and questions his definiteness.]
Anna: Are you sure you want to do this?
Aiden: Absolutely.
[Not wanting to dwell on the issue any further, Aiden wraps his arms around her and throws the covers over both their heads. Underneath, they melt into one another, the sensations of which reassure him of his task come Thursday.]
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 15:59:57 GMT -5
Segment: Capitalist Homecoming (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Senator Steve Phillips is seen outside his office, checking the time on his pocket watch, and incessantly tapping his foot. Before long, however, he ceases, as two familiar figures walk up.
Anthony Kalb: Hey, bossman.
Kevin Fitsharris: What he said!
The Senator: Long time, no see, you two. I guess I can hardly blame you, when you have been juggling independent shows with those attempts to break into lobbying.
Kalb: You me, MY attempts to break into lobbying. Kev, here, he just wants to see how drunk he can get at cocktail parties…
Fitsharris: Hey, come on, it’s not my fault!
Kalb: What he meant to say, this time, is that it’s not his fault that he got hammered, and then tried to challenge Ted Kennedy to a drinking contest, sheesh. If he hadn’t texted me in his more-incoherent-fashion than usual, he’d have probably been kicked out and arrested.
Fitsharris: But hey, we just got kicked out, so it’s all good!
Senator: I think I was better off when Rena was misrepresenting my stances to the media…
Fitsharris: Hah, too bad Kalb didn’t tell you about the brawl he got into.
Kalb: Kev, this isn’t a good…
Senator: I rather agree, let us keep to a more savory subject, rather than delve into self-incrimination on international television. So, I have been training overtime for Fallen Heroes. This is my big chance to get back into the main event at Omega Effect, to earn that lasting win for my legacy, and I need help training. That is why I called you two back in.
Fitsharris: Comprende!
Kalb: Yeah, sure, why not.
Senator: Splendid! Now, get over to Dwight, and start working with his guys, I intend for everyone to be at their best…and that, you two, is nothing…but the truth.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:00:51 GMT -5
Segment: Don't Stop...Believing! (Credit: FSX)
Odds are rarely something that you will find in your favor, and perhaps that is a good thing. If the world was always going the way you wanted it too, and everything happened just as you hoped it would, what would you have left to fight for? Nothing... nothing at all. Really, if you give it some thought your lucky to have things so hard. Because when you do, over time you develop the determination to carry on ever when no one believes that you should. When you can do that, you've finally become the person you are always meant to be. It's a proud moment, without any doubt... But when is it that you finally realize that things are always going to be tough, but you will always be tough enough to carry on and keep believing? It could take any amount of time, and to some it is unimaginable to wait so long for things to work out for you. Regardless, everyone will reach the point where life becomes a whole lot easier despite the struggles you may face each and every day, and you can finally say you made it. You will be invigorated and proud to overcome the struggle when you finally do..but when your watching someone else go through it, how will you feel? You can't help them reach a point of self-satisfaction with their situation..you can only watch in awe. Struck silent as you see a valiant battle you have claimed victory over already, and only hope that they can as well...
Joining a tale that has already been in progress for many months now, Fallen Souls is still looking for that happy moment when he can look back with pride at all he has accomplished and finally be able to do more with ease. It's unforeseen just how long that may be. Very likely it could still be awhile, as he still appears to be having difficulty dealing with all that has occurred in the last few months. Since his latest return to the company, his career has finally taken a violent swing that many never expected it would. He's in a situation that no one would of expected him, and appears dead set in training vigorously for the Battle Royale. Many would call it a lofty dream for him to actually achieve victory in the match, but it's one that he has utterly refused to surrender. Tonight is no different it seems, as he wanders the streets around the ACW arena in search of someone or other...but who?
FSX: Where the hell is he now?
But who, damn you! As Fallen continues to wander around the bizarrely and quite scary empty streets that surround the arena, he doesn't appear to know just where he is headed..or at least know where the man he is looking for is. Knowing Fallen, the faceless individual will make an appearance. Of course that's exactly what happens as Fallen comes to a stop, a strange man wearing a large cloak steps out from the shadows as he is followed by a gigantic mutant of an individual! In fact, these two look somewhat familliar...
Man: You rang?
FSX: No I didn't, I called for you from the open area just a second ago. That's different.
Man: Oh...I could of sworn I heard a bell. Must just be losing my mind.
FSX: Probably. What's with the cloaks guys?
Man: Hmm? Oh, it was kind of chilly this morning. Guess it's alright now...TO EXPOSE OUR IDENTITIES!
As the drama builds up, and suspense is felt throughout the world as they finally get to see who the man is that is hidden by the cloak, their thirty second wish is answered as the cloaks are tossed into the sky!!! And the mystery man was....STAN CARLSON!!!! You know, the guy that sold Fallen gills at one point in the past and was last seen covered in rat poison because he was trying to kill the entire backstage area! Who'd of thought he was still alive? It appears that tonight he has a new minion, which is too bad..Igor was fun.
FSX: Was the slow motion really necessary? I mean, this is being done live. It's not like it's being filmed for later or anything.
Stan: Really? Oh....well, I'm surprised you wanted to see me again after the last time I met
FSX: Well, I needed someone to help me with training and everyone else was busy.
Stan: I guess, but I still would of thought that you could find a better NPC to use then me, Fallen.
FSX: Er..NPC?
In most buildings there is a forth wall, and breaking it down will cause a horrible collapse! You could consider ACW being in a similar light, and if what Stan is saying is what you might imagine, the world is coming to a horrible end! Then again, I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation.
Stan: A Norwegian Personal Counselor
FSX: Right. By the acronym that makes no sense, what do you mean?
Stan: You know, like a personal trainer. I bought a thesaurus the other day and I'm trying to find a full use for it.
So much for a reasonable explanation. Regardless, it appears that Stan is a trainer after all. Not to mention he is also Norwegian, apparently. Still, Fallen doesn't appear to be particularly impressed with him so far, though he must not have any other option if he turned to him to begin with.
FSX: Anyway, I don't really have much an option on such short notice for someone talented. Your the best I've got, Stan.
Stan: Well, then I'll do the best I can! But really, try to not expect too much. So! What is it you need help with?
FSX: I've decided it's time to get my endurance up, just in case I get cheated and have to enter early! So, how can you help me?
Stan: Hmm...well...Lurch can chase you around or something.
FSX: That won't help me at all. I can't just run around for hours and expect my endurance to be alot better then it already is! I need some real tough training!....and who exactly is Lurch?
Lurch: BRAAAAINS!
Reminding us all that Stan has a gigantic assistant with him at all times, Lurch walks out of the shadows and glares down at Fallen menacingly! Proving that he isn't having the best of luck with intimidating new giant people tonight, Lurch takes a swing at FSX before he jumps out of dangers way. Glaring death at Stan for a moment, Lurch returns back to the shadows and is motionless once again..probably for the best.
FSX: I don't want to deal with some kind of gigantic zombie person, not again. I want some training that will actually help me in my match! Get my blood pumping! You know?
Stan: Well, I don't know if I can help you at all then. All I've really got is drugs and a giant. You've seen my business cards, you should of known!
FSX: Your right, I probably should of known better. Everyone is busy at this time of the month, though. ACW has every trainer imaginable in use right now, you know? I don't know what else I can do!
Stan: Neither do I. Good luck with that.
Sighing softly, it appears that Fallen has failed to find any use for the irritating Stan Carlson once again. Likely never to be seen again, Fallen turns and begins to walk away from him in defeat. There was no available trainer that could possibly help him, and he couldn't do any endurance training on his own without likely killing himself in the process! He'd just have to go into Fallen Heroes unprepared, and hope that he got a good draw. Just as it appears that the scene will be fading to black, it doesn't. But why? Perhaps it has something to do with Stan suddenly calling out for Fallen to stop and running over to him! Is there still hope?
Stan: I feel bad with you leaving with nothing you wanted, buddy! Please, just let me help you out how I can!
FSX: I don't wanna be chased around by your giant, though...
Stan: Well, if you don't want that and you don't want drugs there is still one thing I could do for you!
Taking a good hold of Fallen's arm, one might think that Stan had romantic intentions. It appears that Fallen did, as he shook off the dealer and took a few steps away from him nervously. Who knew what kind of disease he might be carrying! Realizing the misunderstanding, Stan was quick to shove a hand down his pants to prove that the situation didn't involve romance whatsoever. This was about to get weird, and Fallen didn't want to be a part of his sick fantasy.
FSX: Well, I'll let you masturbate in peace! Ahahaha..ha..ha..
Stan: Wait! You don't understand! I'm just grabbing something and trying to pull it out for you!
FSX: I don't think there's anything in your pants that I want.
Stan: You'd be sadly mistaken! Now close your eyes, it's a surprise!
Staring to him blankly, Fallen had a look of true horror on his face as he took a few more steps away from him. He didn't want to find himself raped and murdered so close to Fallen Heroes! But still, Stan waited impatiently for Fallen to do as he was told...
FSX: I'm not having sex with you, okay?
Stan: What? Ohhhh..no! That's not what I mean! Here, I'll just give it to you!
Without a moment to look away or shield his eyes from the sight, Stan ripped his hand out of his pants to present Fallen with...a business card? Oh...didn't see that coming. Giving a sigh of relief, Fallen hesitantly walked back over to him and took a quick look at the card, making sure not to touch it.
Stan: It's for an Endurance Trainer I know that's an elderly recluse. If you can make it in his house he'll give you all the training you need.
FSX: Well, you were right. There was something in your pants I needed after all! Thanks Stan!
Reaching out to shake his hand, Fallen hesitated for a moment before reaching over to give him a pat on the back before quickly rushing off from Stan and not looking back. Who could blame him for not shaking his hand, after all? As he continued his dash down the road without taking a moment to stop, Fallen finally had something to look forward to again! A special trainer that specialized in Endurance? How brutally convenient! He couldn't wait! But would he make it into the house alive? Or was this the final mad dash of Fallen Souls?! Find out next time!
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:02:16 GMT -5
Saved for my main man, Jake to the Steele.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:02:57 GMT -5
Match 2: Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Taylor)
Meltdown returns from a commercial break. The crowd at ringside seem by all rights to be unenthusiastic and it's no surprise as they were just treated to the snooze fest of the century by Josh The Jersey Boy and The Libertines! There are a few feeble attempts at chants and mexican waves, but nothing spectacular. However, luckily for these folks they're about to treated to a match with participants who actually know their left hand from their right hand! Yes, that's right it is Jake Steele Vs Jason Freeman! A few moments pass until suddenly "Revolution" & "S.E.X" begin to flash across the alphatron and like clockwork "Ironman" by Black Sabbath begins to burst out of the P.A system to signify the arrival of the first participant; Jake Steele. Steele steps out onto the top of the stage accompanied by valet Roxxi LaVouche to a few cheers here and there. She grabs hold of him, rubbing his chest as she whips her hair back. He looks upon her and smiles while the song kicks in the background. He walks down to the ring with his hair out and ready to kick ass, he slides in the ring as Roxxi follow suit, he kisses her on the lips and raises his hands in the air with the formation of a "X". He then sends Roxxi out and awaits his opponent.
His doesn't have to wait long as just as Roxxi leaves the ring, "Ugly" by The Exies begins to erupt out of the P.A to announce the arrival of his opponent; Jason Freeman. Freeman steps out onto the top of the entrance ramp to a few boos and waits for a bit of fire pyro to shoot from the stage before making his way down the ramp. Freeman in typical Freeman fashion of course poses like an utter twat and as such is met with yet more boos from the crowd. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp Freeman smiles and poses one last time before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring where his opponent Steele is waiting. The two look to square up; however the referee separates them and asks for the bell to get the match under way.
The Bell Rings.
As the bell rings both men immediately rush forward, both it seems eager to get the win in this match-up. They lock up in the middle of the ring, though as both men are of near identical height and weight neither man is able to secure an advantage over the other. After a bit of circling around the centre of the ring both men decide to break the hold, much to the delight of the crowd who don't look to be enjoying seeing absolutely nothing happen. Both men taunt each other as they look to catch each other off guard, it is surprisingly Freeman the much more experienced of the pair in ACW who lunges with what could be described as an attempted clothesline only to be countered and sent straight into the ropes! As Freeman ricochets off of the ropes he is met by a jumping heel kick from Steele, this of course levels the former and sends him straight to the canvas.
The crowd cheer as Steele hooks the leg for the first cover of the match. 1-2-Kickout. Freeman kicks out at ease and it's no surprise being this early in the match. Expecting the kickout Steele brings Freeman back to his feet immediately; giving a dazed Freeman no time to recover Steele follows up his assault with a kick straight to the mid-section sending Freeman keeling over. Looking to make the most of this opportunity Steele executes a neckbreaker, which as the name describes slams Freeman's neck straight into the canvas. Steele once more goes the cover as crowd look to be getting into the action more. 1-2-kickout. Once again Freeman kicks out as the crowd look to get behind Steele, Steele brings Freeman to his feet once more and this time knocks the wind right out of Freeman with a knee strike. Steele smiles as he follows up with a DDT to drill Freeman's heads straight into the canvas. However, Steele decides against going for the cover this time in favour of causing more damage. As Freeman squirms, Steele heads to the nearby ropes and steps through and on to the ring apron. Steele looks down at his opponent taunting, the crowd cheer as Steele springboards up onto the top rope looking to connect with a springboard elbow! As Steele leaps off of the rope however, Freeman has other ideas as split seconds before Steele connects Freeman somehow rolls out of the way leading Steele to crash and burn into the burn himself!
As both men lay on the canvas next to each other the crowd attempts to get behind Steele, though they don't look to be having much effect as Steele lays motionless. Freeman however doesn't look in much better shape himself as is barely moving either. A few moments pass and both men still lay back first on the canvas, though they seem to be recovering slowly. The crowd start chanting as the referee has no choice but to start a 10 count. 1. Both men slowly look to be attempting to get to their feet, though slow is the key word. 2. Freeman manages to roll onto his front where he looks to use the ropes to aid his recover to his feet. However, Steele seems to have the same idea as he too grabs a hold of the ropes! 3. Both men attempt to climb their way to their feet with the aid of the ropes as they seem to be recovering at the same rate. 4. Freeman looks over at Steele to realise that he has the same idea as both men are now standing on one leg each. 5. As both men finally recover to their feet both seem dazed, however Steele looks to regain his advantage in the match-up by hitting an Ole Knee Smash! Unfortunately for Steele, it seems like he should have recovered a bit further as Freeman sees it coming and drops to the canvas holding the top rope, this means Steele misses Freeman completely and the momentum means he still jumps in the air and he lands back first onto the canvas. Steele screams out load as his back connects while Freeman merely smirks.
Freeman now looks to capitalise on his opponent taking himself out of the match and control the match himself for the first time. As Steele looks to assess the damage Freeman sneaks up behind to sink ib a rear chinlock. Steele screams out in pain which only eggs on Freeman even further. Freeman lets out a laugh as he becomes bored and takes Steele to his feet to inflict even more punishment. Steele tries to catch the cocky Freeman by surprise, though is unsuccessful as Freeman ducks an attempt elbow slash and equalizes it with a brutal knee to the mid-section. As Steele keels over Freeman can only grin in glee as he looks to hurt the already hurt back of his opponent even further. Freeman makes advantage of Steele's current position to land a spine crunching double underhook backbreaker! The crowd all boo as Steele's back bounces off the knee of Freeman and onto the ring canvas once more. Freeman looks to take advantage of this opportunity to end the match as he goes for his first pinfall. 1-2--Kickout somehow Steele manages to kickout even after all the punishment he received in such a short space of time! Freeman looks both frustrated and annoyed and drags the newcomer to his feet...this time by his hair!
However, this seems to spark something with Steele as he looks to fight back and punish Freeman for his dirty tricks! As Freeman calmly looks down at Steele with a hand full of hair he laughs once more, however he suddenly stops laughing as he is struck by a peach of a right hand by Steele and is sent stumbling backward. The fans erupt as Steele looks to have gotten his long awaited second wind. As Freeman struggles to recover Steele wastes no time and goes straight after his opponent. Steele connects with a series of right and left hand strikes to the body of Freeman to further weaken him for a higher impact move, as tries to fight back it seems the heart and determination within Steele to win is driving him on. Steele looks to set up what seems to be a Gourmet Suplex, but just as he looks to lift Freeman into the air Freeman shifts his weight! This allows him to counter the move from Steele into an inside cradle and into a pinning predicament! The referees falls to his knees to count the pinfall just as Freeman puts his feet on the ropes for extra leverage! 1-2-3! Freeman steals the victory from right under the nose of Jake Steele who looks to be incensed at the referee for failing to spot Freeman's illegal advantage.
Result: Freeman wins by Inside Cradle
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:04:02 GMT -5
A Small Request Alex Richmond
We open up to the familiar scene of Chairman Gingerdude’s office. Ginger is sat behind his desk filling in some, most likely very important, paperwork. There is a light knock on the door and Gingerdude looks up, confused. Usually his secretary ensures only people with appointments get to see him – she must be off getting his coffee, eventually. Either way, he’s in an unusually good mood tonight and decides to see whoever is waiting outside.
Gingerdude: Come in.
The mousey face of Peter Resinowtiz – Alex Richmond’s former lawyer and agent – is popped around the door, his ever-prominent bald ‘patch’ exaggerated by the angle at which his head is titled.
Resinowitz: Mr. Gingerdude, I was wondering if I could have a quick word with you? I have a small request – as long as it’s not too much trouble, of course.
Gingerdude shakes his head and gestures to the chair in front of his desk.
Gingerdude: Not a problem, take a seat. I would offer you tea or coffee but it appears my secretary has gone AWOL.
Resinowitz: I’m fine thank you. You could, however, offer me something else.
Gingerdude looks intrigued and gestures for Resinowitz to keep talking.
Resinowitz: As I’m sure you’re well aware there are rumours flying about that I am planning to expose certain, shall we say...shady, business deals that occurred once upon a time to help Jeremy Richmond rise to the top of industry. I wish to reveal these long-hidden secrets to the fans of ACW, tonight! I have only one problem...Alex Richmond. I’d need some form of security to accompany me to the ring in order to avoid being assaulted by that brute. I-- Gingerdude: Just let me stop you there. There are a couple of issues I have with this plan of yours. Firstly, you’re not even under contract to ACW – you were personally employed by Alex Richmond and I feel it’s not really my place to get involved in such matters. Secondly, I don’t think my legal team could possibly withstand the onslaught that would be brought onto us by Jeremy Richmond’s substantial team of lawyers should any of your ‘revelations’ be proven libellous. Thirdly, should my security team fail to keep Richmond away from you I do not wish to, nor will I, be held responsible simply because he is contracted to my organisation – if you step into my ring without a contract, you’re on your own.
Resinowitz: You need not worry on the legal front, everything I will reveal is backed up by watertight evidence right here in this briefcase.
Resinowitz pats his briefcase, a wry smile on his face.
Resinowitz: Additionally, I understand the risks associated with what I’m going to do – which is why I need protection. It would be in your best interests to give this proposition the green light – RichmondCorp is a global power and this revelation, as you so neatly put it, could shock the business world to it’s foundations. This is of interest to much more than wrestling fans – think of the ratings you’d get, and the press coverage would be phenomenal. I just need to be able to speak my piece, and it has to be public – I have a point to prove!
Gingerdude rocks back in his chair, considering the proposition placed in front of him by Peter Resinowitz. High ratings, additional worldwide press coverage – it sure is tempting. Yet the repercussions could be dire – Jeremy Richmond’s legal team is world renowned, if you get sued by Jeremy Richmond then you don’t realistically stand a hope in hell of winning. After a good couple of minutes of charged silence, Gingerdude has finally come to a decision. Resinowitz looks nervous, but it’s a familiar look for him.
Gingerdude: Okay, you’ve got a deal. You provide the scoop and I’ll provide the security.
Resinowitz smiles broadly and rises to his feet, extending his hand – a hand Gingerdude rises to accept. The men share a nod as they shake hands and Resinowitz utters one more sentence before leaving Gingerdude to return to his paperwork.
Resinowitz: Thank you. You won’t regret it.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:04:49 GMT -5
Segment: Black and White? Time to get with the Black and Blue! (Credit: Jay Zero) Backstage is the setting of our scene. Jay Zero walks down the hall suited up for action as he’s set to take on Danny Mainer tonight. The crowd cheers when the picture is shown up on the Alphatron. Suddenly, Kevin Anderson comes up to Jay with a microphone in hand, looking for some answers. [/center] Kevin: Hey Jay! Can I get a moment? Zero: Bleh! [/color] Jay keeps walking past “The Internet” Kevin Anderson who eagerly follows him. Kevin: C’mon man! Zero: Hurry it up Kevin, I got people to see, things to do and money to make! [/color] Jay doesn’t stop walking and Kevin bites his lip before dishing out his first question. Kevin: What’s it like to beat the World Champion? Zero: Peachy! [/color] Kevin: Uhm, okay. Well what about the match itself? Did you get the revenge you were looking for? Zero: Not really, no. [/color] Kevin: Well what would have made it better? It was a back and forth match and both of you displayed a great fight! Jay quickly halts and spins around, forcing Kevin to do the same before he runs straight into Jay. Zero: Enough of your blah, blah, blah, okay?! It wasn’t back and forth! You see this? You see this bruise right here?! [/color] He begins pointing to his ever-so-beautiful face where on his forehead lies a yellowish bruise. Zero: That bruise right there just tells me that Aiden got the best of me when I got friendly with the steel steps! [/color] Kevin: But you beat - -Zero: No I didn’t beat him! I caught him off guard! I outsmarted him! I’m not gonna be even with him until I make him bleed and walk out with bruises like this one! [/color] Jay turns back around, walking away. Kevin: Moving on then – what do you think about Nick Savich and Limelight leaving the company? Zero: Later! Bye! Sayonara! Good riddance to bad trash! Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!
Now look! No more questions, Jay Zero has business to take care of! [/color] Before Kevin can argue at all, Jay stiff arms him and pushes him back before slowing down at a pair of double doors and pushing the handle to open them up. Jay walks inside and its revealed to be Dwights Gym. Already engulfed in action, we see Tim trying to train with two Fallout stars, Freight Train McMichaelson and “El Latin Lunatic” Pablo Lopez as they prepare for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale if they get called up to action. Dwight: Alright Pablo, this time stay on your feet! Pablo: Si Senor! Hearing the doors click shut, Tim turns around to see Jay Zero once again stepping into his dojo. With a smile on his face he greets him. Dwight: Evening Mr. Z! Zero: Hey there. [/color] In the background, Pablo sprints across the ropes, luckily not tangling himself up in them. Pablo: Here eet cooomes! Pablo keeps gaining momentum, but unlucky for him, Freight Train McMichaelson, the 305 pound beast that is starts running across the ropes adjacent to Pablo’s. The two forces meet in the middle with McMichaelson nailing Pablo with a diving shoulder block that sends Pablo literally half way across the ring and over the top rope, crashing down on the concrete floor outside. Dwight: Ugh… Pablo! That’s the third time today! If he starts running at the same time you do, then stop! Tim turns towards Jay and whispers. Dwight: He’s helpless. Pablo: Ayyiie! He rolls around on the ground holding his shoulder while in the ring we can see the former New England Patriot, Freight Train McMichaelson smiling. Dwight: So how’s it going? Zero: Alright. Could be better though. [/color] Dwight: Better? You beat the World Champion, buck up! Things could be a lot worse too! Hey, are you glad I finally made you practice those backslides? Tim smiles at Jay who chuckles a bit and rolls his eyes. Zero: Yeah that came to good use didn’t it? Haha [/color] Tim laughs and motions for Jay to follow him as he walks towards the ring. Dwight: Steve, take 5 and Pablo, get some ice on that shoulder! Tim dusts off a bit of the ring apron with his hand and sits down on the edge of the ring. Dwight: So you come here for some more practice? Zero: Oh no, sorry, don’t really have time. I’m facing Mainer in a little bit. [/color] Dwight: Championship match? Zero: Non title. [/color] Dwight: Ahh! Zero: Yeah but I just wanted to thank you for the help on Monday. [/color] Dwight: Hey man, no problem. I’m always here to help. Zero: Ok, cool. Well that’s all, I better go do a quick warm up. Don’t want to come off a big win like that and immediately be rusty against Mainer. Take it easy Tim. [/color] Dwight: Alright, good luck. Zero: Thanks. [/color] Jay turns around and starts heading towards the exit of the gym. Right before he opens the door, Dwight stops him. Dwight: Hey Jay! He turns back around. Zero: Yeah? [/color] Dwight: If you need any help getting ready for Fallen Heroes, you know where I am. Jay smiles. Zero: Alright, cool. I’d like that. Thanks man! [/color] Tim smiles back at him and Jay turns around and pulls open the double doors, walking out of the gym as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:05:11 GMT -5
Segment: “I’m So Sorry, Please Forgive Me” Credit: ~Aj [In just a few hours time he’ll be heading back to his personal hell on Earth, ACW Island. Moments ago he had to rip his heart away from his beloved as he left her behind at Outer Heaven, an act that has resulted in him experiencing severe depression. The ensuing limousine ride has been very solemn to say the least, and not wishing to bear another second of it, Aiden commands the driver to make an unscheduled stop at the only place along the route where he can escape from his troubles, Club Bliss. Entering from the back and making his way up to his private third floor, Aiden makes a call down to the bartender and requests two bottles of Bordeaux from his favorite winery, Chateau d’Yquem, to be brought up to him. Normally a flavor that should be savored and relished, Aiden ignores all civility and begins downing the bottle’s contents like tap water. Slowly but surely, his worries lessen as his mind focuses more on the electronic beats that fill the air around him. Tilting his head back and extending his hands outward, he welcomes them as if they were a long lost friend.] Girl: Aiden? Aiden Joseph? [His moment of solitude is shattered as he hears a female voice beckon for his attention from behind him. Desiring to be left alone, he turns to this “intrusion” with a face full of resentment and asks - ] Aiden: How did you get up here? Girl: I have my ways. [His eyes examine her curves from top to bottom, bottom to top.] Aiden: Yeah, sure looks like you do. [With a sultry walk that would put a smile on a blind man’s face, she begins to decrease the gap between them.] Girl: You look like you could use some company. [Aiden displays a drunken simper of amusement as he raises his wine glass in front of him and informs her - ] Aiden: This is all the company I need sweetheart. Girl: Oh? I’m not so sure about that. [She turns and slightly bends at the hips, making sure her best assets command his attention. Aiden does his best to look away, but temptation wins out. With a few steps backwards she takes a seat on his lap and firmly presses her body up against his. Sweat begins to bead up on his forehead and his body begins to tremble. He doesn’t want her there, but yet he does.] Girl: I think I can make you feel a lot better than your “friend.” [She yanks the glass right out of his hands and places it atop the table beside them. With both hands free, she proceeds to wrap them around his body and begins to softy kiss his neck. Just inches away from his ear, she leans her lips in closer and whispers - ] Girl: Please ... fuck me. [The girl’s index finger draws a line from his neck all the way down to his crotch. One there, she tugs away at the zipper until she has a clear path all the way to his manhood. Her fingers enter his trousers and gently begin stroking his member causing every inch of his body to relax but one, his mind.] “Aiden, your traumatized pregnant wife is at home missing you. What the fuck is a matter with you?! You love her!” [In his inebriated condition, the thought takes a moment to register. The moment it imbeds itself within his brain, he becomes incensed and lashes out at the girl in a drunken rage, shoving her straight off his person with tremendous force.] Aiden: Get the fuck away from me! [She tumbles hard on the floor and takes a few seconds to collect herself. With scornful eyes she looks up on him and pierces his eardrums with shriek of indignation.] Girl: How DARE you! Are you fucking crazy? I should sue your ass! [Aiden says nothing and instead looks at her with glazed over eyes. He’s confused, scared and extremely remorseful for what just transpired. His only instinct is to run away and that’s exactly what he does, straight towards the men’s room. Kicking the door open and barreling his way to the sink, he clutches it with both hands the moment he arrives in front of it. There, he examines his reflection in the mirror, a reflection that repulses him the moment it comes into view.] Aiden: What the FUCK IS A MATTER WITH YOU?! [With each passing second, Aiden’s rage builds as he looks into the eyes of a man who can’t go more than a few days without becoming the bane of his own happiness. For once in his life he has been given something special and in one drunken moment he almost ruined it with his addiction to lust.] “Why can’t you stop? Why is it everyone can learn from their mistakes but you?” [He has no rational answer, nor response for that matter as his right hand releases itself from the sink and clenches itself up into a fist.] Aiden: You are such scum. I fucking HATE you! ~!~CRASH~!~ [Aiden slams his knuckles straight through the glass mirror, shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces during the moment of impact. Overwhelming pain travels straight up through his arm and causes him to drop down onto his knees in agony. There, he clutches his right hand with his left and watches his blood trickle onto the floor. Mesmerized by its pattern, his eyes dare not turn away from the puddle of his own fluid that is collecting upon bathroom tile. The patterns of white and red begin to spin together in a vivid circle and it’s then Aiden realizes he is starting to black out. Feelings of trepidation overcome him as he suddenly realizes he may very well bleed to death if he doesn’t quickly inform someone of his current condition and whereabouts. His unscathed hand reaches into his jacket pocket and obtains his cell phone. Halfway there, with a few carefully placed button presses, help is finally on its way. As he waits, his eyes focus on the fading hue of the florescent lights overhead and he can’t help but wonder if this is what one sees before they die. Not wanting to leave with any feelings of regret lingering in his heart, Aiden speaks out to the darkness, all the while hoping there is someone on the other side to hear his words.] Aiden: Anna, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Apr 17, 2008 16:05:40 GMT -5
Segment: Race Against Time (Credit: FSX)
Death is a shadow that is always chasing those that want nothing to do with it, and avoiding those that beg for it's mercy. Stalking silently as you always know it is there but are never able to stop and look, it is a constant fear that could spring on you at any given moment. The situation becomes somewhat morbid, however, when you are racing toward death at full speed with no intention of stopping. It may not be your goal to kill yourself, or even to do something heroic for the good of another, but it doesn't change the fact your making a dash toward the inevitable. Sprinting into a situation that can only be stopped by strange circumstance, and bizarre factors rarely play in to everyday life. Unless of course....your name is Fallen Souls. With a looming weirdness factory always over his head, it would surprise no one if something stopped him from making his trip to the deadly reclusive house. Seeing that he is still running from the last he was seen, perhaps stamina will be the victor. Broken into a horrible sweat and slowing down to a near motionless speed, Fallen pants quite a bit as he looks around the general area for the house.
FSX: D..damn...I never would of went if I knew it was 5 miles out!
Leaning over as he heaved and desperately tried to suck air into his lungs, he had another quick look around to try and dignify his location. It seemed to be..nowhere? He didn't even recognize this as being part of the ACW island! Sighing softly, it was quite evident he wasn't even close to his destination.
FSX: Screw this...I'll never make it before the end of the show anyway!
Preparing himself to just turn around and give up on doing any sort of endurance training tonight, though many may say that running as far as he did so far would of counted, he turned to head back to the big city. As he did so, however, it quickly became evident he wouldn't be able too. Why? Because in a rather picturesque and beautiful scene, a very obese man on a bicycle was speeding out of NOWHERE toward him! Oh no! Looking back in awe as it didn't appear the man was about to return, and having flashbacks of the horror of Nintendo, he found himself running yet again just in order to avoid the man!
FSX: What the hell are you doing?! Stop that?
Large Man: Naawww. You in mah way! I need to ride!
FSX: Come on! This isn't cool!
Becoming quite paranoid of the situation as he was running low on energy and the man wasn't about to stop his chase, it seemed fated that Fallen would fall down and be crushed! Was this the end of his dramatic story?! But wait, there was at least one trick left in his sleeve! Using his years of training and knowledge of chase scenes, Fallen turned slightly to the right and set himself somewhat off course as the biker whizzed by him, cursing quite loudly as he continued madly down the street. Was it his intent to run down Fallen? But why? This must be the crazy side of the city!....but if that was the case, why hadn't Fallen seen it before?
FSX: Come on....not fair.
Wheezing a bit as Fallen shows the world that people aren't meant to run so much in such a short period of time, he looks up as he begins to catch his breathe and looks on a bit surprised at just what he sees. Why, it's the house of the reclusive guy! Was this the plan of the man on the bike all along? To lead him to his destiny? No...that's over thinking the way that Fallen does things. Either way, he smiles slightly as he sees what it is and lazily walks over to the gate. Now all he had to do was get in and do some training! Reaching out to open the gate and finally enter the building, something went horribly wrong! Did Fallen forget how to open a door? No...that can't be it. Then what is it? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact he began to spasm and launch back away from the gate when he touched it. Hmmm...suspecious...maybe it has something to do with the sign on the gate that says it's ELECTRIFIED!
FSX: OH GOD! I'M ELECTRIC DYNAMITE! AHHHH!
Rolling on the ground and guttering a bit, Fallen launches himself back up to his feet after a moment and glares at the gate, spotting the small sign now and cursing repeatedly to himself under his breathe as he takes a quick look around for another way in. Deciding it was best if he acted like a spy of some sort, Fallen fell back to the ground and crawled on his stomach around before he hit a tree, crawling into it for a few moments before standing back up. Metal Gear Solid had taught him nothing, apparently! Rather then suddenly be shot from afar, no one stopped him from beginning his climb of the reasonably thin tree, trying to be careful as he made his way to the top.
FSX: Take this, elderly man! I'll get in your house with ease because I can climb trees!
Taking a moment there to bask in the pure triumph of the situation, he would begin to notice something quite off about this tree. It was beginning to lead over into the electric fence. Noticing this and staring in awe, he realized he'd have to act fast! Thinking back to the days of spy video games once again, Fallen realized that a naked cartwheel was the only answer! Unfortunately, he wasn't about to strip down after what had happened to him earlier today. Thinking fast, he raced forward and lept in the air, diving over the fence before the tree touched it and landing to the ground on his back, like all good gymnasts. Groaning in pain for a moment, he pulls himself back up to a seated position and looks around curiously.
FSX: Ta...da...oh god, why do I keep hurting my back?
Stretching a bit as he groans softly in pain, he pulls himself back to his feet and looks around a bit more for a moment, searching for a proper way to get into the building as he spots the camera guy on the other side of the fence as well. Staring to him blankly, he opens his mouth to ask just how the hell he managed, before realizing he was probably better off not knowing. Taking a moment to think up a plan in order to gain conquest in his situation, he wouldn't get very long to come up with one as he heard angry barking in the distance. Attack dogs?!
FSX: Well that's just great. Now what the hell am I going to do? I'm not bacon, damn it!
Trying to think fast as he sees dogs running in the distance toward him, he lunges himself to the closest window int he distance and just hopes that it happens to be open at the moment. Luckily for him it actually was and he managed to slip in as the dogs lunged toward him from behind. Grinning from ear to ear as he got by another obstacle, he turned to see the cameraman in the room. As a chill ran up his spine at the thought that this guy might be a ghost or something, he shook off the thought and began to walk around the room, poking his head into a hallways as he looked around.
FSX: What next? Mutant apes? Radioactive squirrels? Dramatic chipmunks? That's so 2007.
All of things would be quite horribly by themselves, but Fallen is known for having the worst luck of all and that isn't about to change right now! As he slips into the hallway and begins to sneak around the building, not even bothering to think that if he has the wrong house he is technically breaking and entering, Fallen spots a light on in a room and quickly makes his way toward it. Was this where the old man was hiding? Pushing open the room and jumping in with a victorious cry he quickly went pale at what he saw. Robo dogs...hundreds of them. As their eyes all suddenly went red simultaneously and they stalked toward Fallen he became well aware that things just weren't going to go smoothly today. Backing out of the room and shutting the door calmly, dogs suddenly launched into it and made imprints in the thick wooden door. Fallen's reaction? Running like hell away from that door!
FSX: It's a crazy dog man! I'm doomed!
Looking around frantically for an exit now as he clearly expected to find dogs in every room, as he turned a corner he found something he wasn't expecting to find in his wildest dreams. The owner! And if that alone wasn't surprising enough it was the same obese man that he had seen earlier. Staring in utter shock at the weak twist Fallen hesitantly made his way into the room and stared at him blankly as he watched a small television and ate some chips.
FSX: Ok....weird...what the hell is going on here?
Large Man: Huh? Congratulations and such. You've completed your course on Endurance and have achieved a higher level of stamina because of it. That'll be $200.
FSX: What?! You didn't do anything! I just had to break into your damn house! That was the training?!
Large: Yup. Good for you. Pay up or I'll sick my dogs on you again.
FSX: That...but...what the...I mean.
Not sure just what to do or say considering how baffling the entire situation was to him, Fallen simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a convenient $200, handing it to the man as he turned away from him and stood there for a moment. Was that really his training? Did that actually do him any benefit? Not sure what to say regarding it, or why he even wanted to run into the man if his intent was simply to charge him for what he had endured, he shook his head and slowly made his way out of the room. It had been a long night for Fallen it seems, and he just wanted to rest and forget it ever happened. At least he managed to get a bit of benefit from it, however. Sort of. Will this help him out in the long run? Is this the push that he needed to win at Fallen Heroes? Do people really do naked cartwheels? Find out next time!...Well, find out some of those things next time.
Fade to black.
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