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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 15:51:51 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown May 1, 2008
Schedule of Matches: --------------------------------------
Dan White vs. The Libertines
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Jake Steele vs. Jake Cheng – “Battle of the Jakes”
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Danny Mainer[C] vs. Jon Taylor – International Title
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Thunder Train[C] vs. Mr. Red vs. ‘Showtime’ Ryan Cooper – Entertainment Title
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Adrian Flamingo vs. The Senator
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 15:54:20 GMT -5
Shorter than Jake Cheng’s Title Reign: It’s the Week in Review! Credit: Showtime
Ah, it’s rather hard to do a studio show.. when you’re not even in the mainland United Sates! The solution for this? Just kick the ring crew guys out and do the show in the middle of the ring! The same familiar set-up is in tact. The desk? Check. The big screen? Check. Showtime with a cocky grin across his face? Check! Now we just need that narrator g-
Narrator: From beautiful San Juan, Puerto Rico, it’s time for the Week in Review! Brought to you by the new hit show on Nic, Jake & Jake. Don’t worry, Jaimie Lynn Spears. Jake Cheng won’t molest you, but Steele might. And also by… Are you serious? You’ve gotta be kidding me. Okay. By Aero Chocolate. The sexy chocolate that puts bubbles in the ladies’ mouths.
Showtime: What the fuck is this?! Aiden Joseph’s new advertising campaign strikes! The world is not safe from rampant commercialism. What’s next, Danny-Os? Speaking of Dan, Mr. White made his return last week in a less than successful manner, not only being defeated by Thunderpiss Joseph, but he also got a nice restraining order thrown on that. AJ… you lil’ pussy. Look, I got Jay Zero as the proverbial monkey on my back, dawg, but I ain’t slap no restrainin’ order on him. Then again, I heard that White was watching you in the bathroom. The Welsh Dragon strikes again! That’s bad news for Libertines seeing how those two go one on one..Also on this card is the battle of two Nic stars Jake Cheng and Jake Steele. Which Jake is the dominant one? This match reeks of international generic…ism? Yes, genericism! We have generic indy sensation Jake Steele and Oriental generic star Jake Cheng? Oh, yeah, and Senator and Adrian Flamingo have a match. Now, I used to like this Flamingo cat, but after Fallen Heroes, I think he’s a fag. He had no reason to do that Running Retard Knee or ADHD Knee.. whatever the fuck he calls that, to me! How dare that greasy monkey try to mess up the beautiful face of yours truly? For such a travesty, I unleash my legion of fangirls on you to send you angry fanmail! In news that’s big but not as big as what’s coming up next, my boy JT finally gets his shot at Mainer’s International Title. Tonight.. oh, it’s gonna be the Second Coming’s night, and hopefully, I can get JT to loosen up enough to have a big celebration party when the gold comes home to us!
But there’s one match that all of the Week in Review fans have been demanding, and thanks to you guys, it’s happened. That’s right! Showtime will fight for the entertainment championship, but Gingersnap has to try to throw a monkey wrench into our plans by making this match a triple threat.. God, there’s nothing I hate more than a clusterfuck, and I get put into a mini-one.. for the title that has my name written on it?! Boooolshit! But I’m not gonna complain. I’m gonna do what I do best, and that’s give the fans one helluva show, just like I did at Fallen Heroes. Hell, nobody thought I had a shot at winning it.. Okay, so I didn’t win, but I made it to the final 10.. in my first month of being here! Not only that, but I tossed Rena on her fine… soft…sexy….supple….
Showtime stops and looks down between his legs and laughs.
Showtime: Whoa.. hold up, big guy! :Lets keep this professional. What I was trying to say is that I dumped Rena on her ass. That proves your boy got game, and something else he’s gonna have is gold. Red’s a bigger phony than Milli Vanilli, and he can’t even dance… And Train.. The champ. I see you’re doing commercials and everything now. You’re soaking it all up, being friend with AJ and having the Entertainment Title, but your time’s up. You don’t have to worry about me being focused on transvestites and Jay Zero alike, but what I’m focused on is getting what’s rightfully mine. Thanks for keeping my belt warm for me, but it’s coming home. The show’s over for you, Thunder Train, but when it’s all set and done, for me, it’s always Showtime! And that’s it for the Week in Review! This is Showtime saying.. TOP THAT RANT, JT!
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 15:54:42 GMT -5
Segment: Farewell... FOREVER... (Credit: FSX) Arena Mexico 4/26/08 The End... Saying goodbye can be the hardest thing someone ever has to do. It is always painful for those involved, even if the pain isn't to a notable extent. Really, sometimes it seems as if the world would be a better place if people could simply deal with one another, and have things go as planned. That will never be the case though. Never. No matter how hard someone tries to accomplish something, or how badly someone desires things to happen as they wish for once, it rarely ever happens in such a fashion. You could even go as far to say that luck is only a lottery that everyone enters, and no one really wins... Yes, it's hard to bid farewell to something. But if you have no choice but to do so after an over TEN year relationship with it...well...let's just say that no one will blame you for breaking down in tears and pretending it never had to be this way. If only life were so easy, but it's just not. Still it is quite hard to believe that the end of an era would happen in Mexico, though. Suppose something crushing to ones spirit can happen anywhere, though.FSX: So much for that then. Well...at least I came close. Perhaps a career has not been crippled this evening after all. As Fallen finally makes his way into the back he doesn't appear to be upset in the slightest. In fact one could say that he was rather happy with how things had went down. With a large smile glowing on his face, he slowly makes his way into the back before coming to an abrupt stop in his walk as he freezes in his place. Though he may of been able to accept how things had went down in the match he just completed a few moments earlier, he couldn't possibly bare what was occurring now. Cheers and celebration. Not for Senator, however....but for him. Looking around himself with a baffled expression plastered on his face, the crowd that congratulated him seemed to grow with each passing moment. Roars of approval! But for what?Backstage Worker #1: You really showed everybody something, Fallen! Backstage Worker #2: Yeah. Who'd of thought you would get so close, right? Backstage Worker #3: Being runner up to the best must be nice, man. Maybe if you keep at it for another year things will go your way. FSX: Please try again, right..? Backstage Worker #1: Exactly. As the growing crowd continues to shower him with their apparent form of praise, the baffled expression on Fallen's face slowly begins to morph into a visibly upset one. Though he seemed to have swallowed his pride and accepted that Senator was the winner just a few moments ago the fact that everyone was accepting and praising him as the runner up was just something he wasn't ready for.Backstage Worker #2: Don't get all upset, man! You were really close! FSX: Shut up... Backstage Worker #3: Yeah. Just give it another year and you could get that shot. FSX: Shut up...... Backstage Worker #1: Who cares if you lost after all? Maybe you'll still get a shot sometime! FSX: If you all wouldn't mind, please SHUT THE FUCK UP! Crying out now as a silence suddenly falls over the area, a grin once again grows on Fallen's face as many look to him in a temporary shock. Not sure what to think of just how he reacted to being praised a moment earlier, though they could understand he was stressed out. As it looked like Fallen would begin to hyperventilate and truly lose his mind from all the empty celebration at his defeat one of the backstage workers decided to step forward and attempt to calm Fallen down. Perhaps not the best of ideas, especially seeing that he was more livid then any of them could imagine. The second that the man was within reach of the discarded X he suddenly lunged forward, many reacting in a nervous frenzy of retreat as he grabbed a tight hold of the backstage worker around the neck and held him there, a deranged look in his eyes as he stared to him.FSX: What is your problem with me, my friend? What is it I have done to you to deserve this? Backstage Worker #3: A..ack! Wha..what are you talking about...? FSX: I'm talking about you and your little friends mocking me. What the fuck did I do to you?! Before he let the man answer it was quite clear that Fallen could care less what this man had to say in his own defense, taking a hold of the collar of his shirt and swinging him into the wall as he kept a tight hold on him, not allowing him to slump to the ground from the abuse. Laughing softly to himself as he looks at the grimace and pain in the eyes of the backstage worker now, Fallen shakes his head just once as tears begin to grow in his eyes now. Happy, Sad, Furious...one couldn't possibly judge what Fallen is at the moment.FSX: Why do you want to hurt me like this? Don't you know how fucking long I've been waiting for this moment? How hard I've been training for this EXACT moment?! I've dreamed of the day that everything would go my way and I would earn my chance to main event the biggest show in the world ever since I was a child, and THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THAT DAY!! Backstage Worker #3: W...well what can I do about that?! You did a good job! That's all we were saying. FSX: I did no such fucking thing! I failed! I...I didn't accomplish what I promised myself I would. I don't care what will be said about Senator at this point, or what praised will be showered on him for his 'long awaited' victory, but he DIDN'T want it as much as me. I don't care what anyone says, but NO ONE wanted it as much as me. NO ONE needed it as much as me. NO ONE trained for it as hard as me....and NO ONE will take their defeat as hard as me. Trembling in his place as he continues to hold the squirming and struggling man against the wall, one might even wonder just how Fallen has the necessary energy to be doing all of this after battling in the ring for well over an hour. It was really quite clear that he was exhausted, but it was just as clear that he didn't care if he was. Shaking and choking back his own tears as he held onto the worker tightly, that sick expression soon returned to his face as he lifted up the man as if setting up for a powerslam of some sort...though that clearly wasn't the case.FSX: He didn't need it. All this is to him is one more fucking achievement in his illustrious career, and he didn't need it. He's already held the damn title. He's already main evented the big show. He doesn't need to do it all again...at least not like this. Backstage Worker #3: What, are you going to blame politics for losing? FSX: It was my own fault. I made one mistake as far as I'm concerned, and it was the mistake he killed me with. I've been doing this for well over a decade, man. I've dreamed of reaching the top since I was just a little boy, but I never came so close to actually doing it. I mean...is the most memorable thing of my entire career that I was the runner up? The highlight of my life is supposed to be that I was almost the victor? I can't go on knowing that. Backstage Worker #3: Just try again next year. Maybe you'll draw a better number or something. FSX: You make it sound like I have all the time in the world. There is a good reason why I've been training so long for today, and only today. I failed. I might of been able to accept it, but you made it clear that my greatest moment is being second place. Congratulating someone for failing. For having their lifelong dreams fall to shame. For being made aware they will never win the big one...I just can't continue knowing this. Closing his eyes for a moment as the worker stops struggling and allows a moment of silence as he hears such remorse and sadness, one would be quick to judge just what Fallen was thinking of doing. But would they be right? Before anything could actually be said about it, Fallen's other plan came to fruition. Tilting and turning his body, Fallen swings back and falls forward, effectively slamming the man into the wall with the Drop of Blood. As he allows the innocent remains to fall to the floor, Fallen drops to his knees as well and sighs softly, clearly having expended the last of his energy just to beat a man for cheering him on.FSX: I just wanted my chance... But as far as he in concerned now, he will never get it. There will never come a proper opportunity. It was over. He could no longer fight a battle that he knew he couldn't win...he would just have to say goodbye to it all, forever...But really, didn't he say goodbye the moment his dreams shattered before his eyes? The world will never know.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 15:57:09 GMT -5
Segment: No More Heroes Anymore (Credit: Dan White)
The tiny island of Puerto Rico is famous in ACW, with one of its finest and most successful products being former World Champion Victor “Latino” Laureno. The crowd are somewhat hopeful that we see the man back in ACW, but it seems like it's not to be. Instead, the 10,000-strong crowd hear the riffs of “You Think I'm Lonely” by The Horrors, and they curiously turn to the titantron. They're shocked to see Dan White walk out, in a total different attire to what he was seen wearing in the last couple of weeks. He's covered in bumps and bruises, but instead of the dark, mysterious clothing he wore at Fallen Heroes, he wears drainpipe jeans, with a Topman printed t-shirt and Converse shoes. Regardless, he gets an angry reaction from the crowd, as he takes a microphone and enters the ring.
Dan: Cut the music.
Music cuts
Dan: Now, there are a few things I have to get off my chest. Last Saturday, I fought in what is one of the most brutal stipulations I've ever fought in. And I've fought against Starkweather in a Falls Count Anywhere, against The Macho Man in a Hell in a Cell, and I've been thrown off ever edge, every crevice, every platform or ledge that has pretty much ever existed. And I have three simple words to say to everyone that's absolutely ever been associated with this federation.
He pauses for dramatic effect.
Dan: And the fact of the matter is, I'm still here. Yes, I may have taken a 20 month hiatus because of injury, but it doesn't change the fact that I fought for the World Championship at Fallen Heroes, and I will fight at Spring Into Hell. I will fight at Omega Effect, and so hell it I will still be fighting come Fallen Heroes 2009. But I'm still here, I've always still been here. Look at the people over the years that you lot continue to praise and adore. Look at TNT, Ridley, Skurai, the White Rose, all of which had no success over a year after their stay. They outlived their usefulness in the federation in as little as 12 months. What does that say for the career of Dan White?
He pauses again, growing more intense with each word.
Dan: Let's take a look at more well-known characters, shall we? Look at some of our former champions. Wyvern, Hunter, Alicia Kitsune, Latino...
He pauses, allowing the crowd to go barmy at the sound of his name.
Dan: ...Alexander Starkweather, Yoko Satoshi, Jonny Spade. You people talk about ACW's greatest and the names I just mentioned are the very cornerstone of what this fed was about. Now who do we have filling their places? Can you honestly say you can see the likes of Jon Taylor and Jason Freeman lighting up the fed? Please. The likes of Alex Richmond and Ryan Cooper? These people will probably make it to the top of the fed, that's true. But then, If you threw these people into the fed in 2005, they would not have even been fit to mark a stain here. Can you honestly put your hand on your heart and say that Thunder Train would have defeated the Rookie Monster? That Ryan Cooper would have got one up on Vinnie Dulario? That Alex Richmond would have beat Tornado? Huh, please.
He scoffs, calming himself down a little.
Dan: The bottom line, is that this fed won't be where it was. You're hanging on to the last remaining drones of the “Golden Era”. BK London, who I don't recall ever fairly winning a World Championship, Fallen Souls who every 6 months pussies himself away like a timid hermit and to be frank is a disgrace to carry the fed's name. And finally you have The Senator. Heh, Mr. Phillips. Probably one of the very few people I have respect for. But you were always past it, you've always known it. And if you actually manage to zimmer your way to Madison Square Garden, whoever is the champion – I don't particularly care – has got possibly the most one-sided Omega Effect match of all time on their hands.
Oooooooh
Dan: Which actually brings me nicely to the other subject that I suppose I should touch on. And I will talk about it, because it's the last mark in this “saga” if you will. Me and Aiden fought in a gruelling match at Fallen Heroes, which marked the end of my “tirade” against him, with a restraining order. Now with the risk of sounding like a cocky generic heel, I'm not going to worry about a restraining order if I wanted to get to Aiden. The truth is, I don't care about him anymore. Really. I don't. It's over. I managed to achieve what I wanted. I scared the living daylights out of him and that's my revenge for what he did to me 7 months ago. Got it? Good.
Another pause, as he clears his throat.
Dan: But what you fans must remember, finally, is that this isn't a new Dan. This isn't me gone up to 500%, or me being a “Mr. No Gimmicks”. I've always wanted to inflict pain upon people. It what makes me going. I just never mentioned it in the past because I figured it wasn't worth talking about. I mean who really, honestly wants to hear from someone that they actually enjoy giving pain to others? Of course you'll ask “well they're wrestlers”, but then you only have to look at how many title shots people in this fed have received to realise that none of them are in this for their own game. Yes I'm contradicting myself, but I again stress that last Saturday was not about the title. The fact is, I enjoy, I thrive on other people's misery. It's why I got into football hooliganism. It's why I posed as a homosexual to scare the fuck out of Aiden. It's my fuel, it what keeps me going.
There are a few weird looks in the crowd, not actually conforming to Dan's explanation.
Dan: You may look at me weirdly, but what I've stated is the truth. ACW is a laughable, pathetic company now. And I'm not looking at myself as some clichéd “Saviour of ACW” or anything. I'm just going to be brutally honest and say that I am here to be a right proper pain in the arse and cause as much pain as what satisfies my needs. And that, my friends, is a right....
Dramatic pause!
Dan: ...Touch.
He smirks again and drops the microphone, as “You Think I'm Lonely?” hits again. He's made a few fans with the speech, as can be heard with the minor pop we hear, and it seems that he's sent a message to the rest of ACW that ensures he's back to stay and everyone else better keep clear if they want to avoid being caught up in it all.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 15:58:52 GMT -5
What The Hell Went On? I Was Gone For Six Weeks! Part 1: Undeserving Millions Jake Cheng Philip: Coming to the ring, The Quadrinity, Jake Cheng! ”Second To None” by Styles Of Beyond starts to play over the P.A. System for the first time in almost six weeks. Jake Cheng walks onto the ACW stage to a wave of boos from the Puerto Rican crowd. They have armed themselves with posters degrading the former champion since his return was leaked by me ACW.com earlier this week. The posters don’t get to Jake, even the one that says ‘Jake “Mr. Transition” Cheng’ that is stuck in front of him as he walks. He snatches the poster from the small child and rips it in half and goes to give it back to him. Tears well up in his eyes as he shyly reaches out to take back his poster, but Jake drops the torn paper onto the ground and proceeds to sliding into the ring. Jake: Hello Puerto Rico! Hello ACW! I have returned to you! And of course, the crowd shows their true feelings for the Asian Extraordinaire. But he smiled. Jake: Yes, yes, I know what you think. But you know what, I don’t give a shit. You people don’t deserve, nor do the people in any of the other countries we are visiting on this Worldwide Tour. None of you matter. I am here to win, not suck up to the undeserving. The ACW crowd around the world does not take this lightly and the home crowd shares the feelings with Jake by throwing stuff at him. Luckily the ring is high enough the protect him from the barrage of food stuffs. Jake: Now what I really came out here for. No, not so I can look at all of you, but to say something to Mr. Daniel Mainer. Or perhaps Mr. Jonathan Taylor. Whoever wins that match tonight, it doesn’t matter. Because I am coming after the International Title, like I said I was going to do six months ago. So whoever wins tonight better watch their backs. The Quadrinity is back, and I am going to stop at nothing to become ACW’s second Grand Slam Champion! Jake raises his arms in the air and crowd boos some more as the shot fades out. The Chinese Phenom is back. End Of Story.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:00:05 GMT -5
"Why Did I Do It?" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
The scene opens to the backstage area. Charlotte King stands in the hallway, looking around for some unknown reason. Fallen Heroes this past Saturday was definitely a memorable day. Aiden Joseph retains his World Championship, Senator Steve Phillips wins the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale, a surprise appearance by Torak, the return of Scott Andrews and The Revolutionary's identity being revealed as Rattlesnake himself.
Twists and turns and swerves aside, a lot came into perspective after Fallen Heroes went off the air.
Just then, Charlotte turns to the left and sees someone, she runs over with the camera following her. She places her hand on the person's shoulder. The person turns around and it's none other than Rattlesnake himself. There are many boos from the fans, but mixed in are cheers from all the smarks...you know, the people that actually count.
Rattlesnake: Did you want something?
Charlotte: I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Things that might be on the minds of all the people in the arena and watching on TV.
Rattlesnake: Do I owe them an explanation?
Charlotte: I would think that they would want to know.
Rattlesnake's calm demeanor of old was gone. Now stands a man that's hellbent on a revolution within ACW.
Rattlesnake: Let me guess. They want to know what I did it. They just can't accept the answer I gave at Fallen Heroes. Their feeble minds can't grasp the simple concept.
Charlotte: But why did you do-
Rattlesnake: I've already answered that. I answered it at Fallen Heroes. I heard the cries of ACW. They called for a revolution. The hierarchy here needs to be shaken up and toppled to the ground. Ultimately, someone needs to fix this place. It's old. It needs new life. With a revolution, a rejuvenation process with follow. New life will flock to ACW and I am the one to bring it.
Charlotte: But what gives you the right do that?
Rattlesnake: It's my belief that gives me the right. It's my resolve. Nothing will stop me.
Charlotte: Belief? You make it sound like a religion.
Rattlesnake thinks about that for a second.
Rattlesnake: My revolution can be seen like that. Anyone that feels ACW needs to have changes take place can feel free to become one of my Snakelings.
Charlotte: One of your Snakelings? Have you lost your mind?
Rattlesnake: No. I haven't lost my mind. I've had time to think this over. I've thought long and hard about this. I've thought out all of the possibilities and this seems to be the most logical.
Charlotte: You can't be serious.
Rattlesnake: And you can't ask anymore questions. Now run off!
Charlotte runs away as Rattlesnake looks into the camera.
Rattlesnake: Now all of you listen and listen well. I'm not going to give some boring speech about how I nailed the boss's daughter or how I'll be going on tour soon to kiss babies and run a campaign. I'm not going to do any of that.
He pauses for a second and smirks.
Rattlesnake: What I am going to do is very simple. Each and every one of you has a target upon your back. That's what my revolution is all about. It's about cleansing ACW of the filth that occupies it. This cleansing is a long time coming. But fear not, there are others that will join my cause. It will be a coalition of efforts.
Rattlesnake laughs. As much as he loved making plans that work out so well, he loved hearing himself talk even more.
Rattlesnake: That is why you all have a price to pay. Ante up, fuckers. The fun's about to begin.
Rattlesnake steps away from the camera and walks down the hallway. His mind is fully made up on what he has to do. His secret plan of returning works out perfectly. But will his plan to cleanse ACW work out? I guess you'll just have to wait and see.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:01:35 GMT -5
Match 1: Dan White vs. The Libertines (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. DAN WHITE VS. THE LIBERTINES ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by your Cheeseburger – I can haz it? *-
“The Welsh Dragon” Dan White Age: 27 Height: 6'2" Weight: 238 lbs. Hometown: Cardiff, Wales, U.K.
“The Show Starter” Libertines Age: 24 Height: 6'1" Weight: 236 lbs. Hometown: London, U.K. “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode plays. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
“Delivery” by the Babyshambles plays. Out comes Liberties walking down to the ring looking at the fans.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: He’s the one! He’s the only! He’s the SHOW STARTAH, Libertines! Tonight he opens the show as he normally does against the Welsh Dragon, Dan White! In full “white” mode, Dan is quick to show off his new skills. During the lock up with the Libertines, Dan takes control and whips him into the ropes! The Show Starter bounces back right into a MACHINE! Dan’s big boot knocks Libertines for a look and this sets him up for an easy DEAD ON TIME! Making a flying motion before leaping, Dan entertains the crowd as he hits the corkscrew moonsault! Libertines is reeling after getting hit with two hugh moves right off the bat and Dan can smell blood! Leaping onto his opponent, White counts along with Keiji! Makabe’s palm strikes the mat two times and Libertines kicks out! The Show Starter has a lot left in his tank, and Dan begins to take measures to syphon it! Lifting Libertines back up tp his feet, Dan goes for a stun move but the Show Starter has had enough! Striking back with two big right hands, Libertines stuns Dan long enough for him to leap up into the air with a SHINING ENZUGIRI! Dan gets the spit knocked right out of his mouth and from here all the way to the middle of the match, the Libertine’s takes control! MATCH MIDPOINT: As we come to the middle of the match, we see Dan White laying on the mat after a massive knee lift. Tasting victory, Libertines scales the top rope and launches off with the flying headbutt known as a PEGASUS DIVE! Upon hitting it, Libertines combos by lifting White up and putting him atop his shoulders. Here he drops him with the BIG BEN DRIVER and leans in for the pin fall! He gets a two and a half before White kicks out, and now it is Dan’s turn to bring the pain. Rising quicker than the Libertines, Dan grabs him by the neck and lifts him up off his feet and down to his back with a quick choke slam. Standing above his opponent, Dan begins to stomp the living daylights out of the Libertines. It isn’t until Makabe pulls him away that he comes to a stop. Wanting to put this away quickly, Dan continues his rampage and lifts the Libertines up onto his feet, but doesn’t count on him gaining a second wind! Out of nowhere, Libertines responds with a JUSTICE SERVED and regains control of this match! With a yank of Dan’s head, Libertines wraps his arm around his neck and drives him back down with an inverted DDT! Heading to the end, Dan White finds himself in a most familiar position! MATCH ENDING: It’s the final countdown! Struggling to come out on top, Dan fights through Libertines onslaught and manages to pull even with him as the battle rages on! Now in a punching match, neither man gives ground, that is until Dan puts all he can into a wicked right hand shot! This stuns the Show Starter and he stumbles back into the corner! Not done yet, Libertines leaps out of the corner with a running dropkick! However, he telegraphs it and that’s all Dan needs to set up his path for victory! After Libertines’ fatal mistake, he realizes that it’s going to cost him and does his best to regain his composure, but Dan is unwilling to give him a second to recover. Leaping up into the air with a dragonzuri, Dan knocks Libertines into next week with the force of the blow! Dropping to his knees, Dan combos with another MACHINE that sends him down to the mat! One BRIGHTON ROCK later, Dan has the Libertines ready for his deadliest move of them all, the 75 MPH KICK! He mental draws a target on Libertines' head and one quick flash later, he’s down for the count! White leaps on top and the rest is simply academic! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: DAN WHITE!
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:03:06 GMT -5
Segment: Threats are not only allowed, they're welcomed (Credit: BK London)
Edison: What an opening contest that was folks, never did I think we'd see such a competitive contest between those two stars.
McNally: You can say that again. Congratulations to Dan White on his first victory back. But as I understand, we have the beautiful ACW female correspondant Charlotte King standing by with BK London.
And just like that, the scene immediately switches from the duo of McNally and Edison on commentary to the beautiful Charlotte King as she awaits her cue to begin the segment. Almost as quickly as the switch takes place, she gets the cue and introduces her interviewee.
Charlotte King: Thanks McNally. Ladies and Gentlemen, I stand next to the man who was unfortunately eliminated first at last Saturday's Fallen Heroes Battle Royal, the former ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London.
As the camera pulls out, a joint shot of BK London - who's folding his arms while sporting his casual backstage attire - and Charlotte herself.
Charlotte King: Now BK London, obviously you must not be too happy about being eliminated first this year at Fallen Heroes, and especially in the fashion you were. But later in the evening you extracted your revenge, by playing a role in Adrian Flamingo's elimination - after he lasted an entire hour and seemed to be on the road to winning the entire thing. How do you feel about that?
BK London: I'm feeling absolutely great Charlotte. You know, when I was eliminated in that Battle Royal, for a second I thought it was all over. I thought all I had left to do was pick up my bags and head onto the next plane for San Juan. I thought the entire month of competing for that #1 spot had completely gone to waste and all because of Adrian Flamingo....but then it hit me. Why should I just allow Adrian Flamingo to one-up me? For the past month or so, I've been the one who has been winning competitions. I've been the one defeating wrestlers one by one. I'm the one who earned my #1 spot, so why should he be able to claim victory? So you know what? I waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. I waited 10 minutes, then 20, then 40, then an unbelievable one hour and Adrian was still in the match. He was clearly exhausted, and it was clearly my turn to turn out his lights. I don't think I've ever had a superkick feel that good Charlotte. When I saw The Senator toss him over the top rope, I knew that nothing could make him feel worse than getting so close and having the opportunity I once had - just grabbed out of his hands.
Charlotte King: So I take it you'll be watching his main event with The Senator very closely huh?
BK London: I can't wait to see The Senator take Adrian Flamingo back to school tonight, it's sure to be one for the ages. Before I returned last December, it was Adrian who managed to defeat Senator - and I'm sure that The Senator still has that moment embedded in his mind. I won't interfere this time; I'll let The Senator handle his business.
Charlotte King: No doubt that it will be a main event to remember tonight, but one more question, and that refers to the spine chilling segment after the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal. In these exact words, Adrian Flamingo said:
"Before you came back, BK, I was on a straight shot at the top and the title I've deserved for months. Ever since you came back, I've been spinning my wheels in the mud, so it seems like the only way I can move on in my career is to put you out again, BK. No more games, BK, no more ticking or strategies or anything else."
Charlotte King: Before the feed died, he ended he segment with these words:
"This is not a game, I do NOT play! Somebody's going to die, BK."
Hearing these words definitely struck a nerve in BK London, no longer does he have the happy elated face as we saw just a few moments ago. BK submerges into a serious demeanor, and he removes the tinted lenses that covered his eyes. He turns to the camera and slowly the shot begins to zoom in on the face of BK London.
BK London: I ended your straight shot to the top, huh? Well, the way I see it - I'm just repaying you back for what you did to me at Heatwave. At Heatwave, I was the one on the road to winning the ACW Heavyweight Championship. I was the one who was on the road to standing on top of ACW once again - and you're the one who kicked the legs from right under me. So you know what? At Fallen Heroes, let's just say I returned the favor. Face it Flamingo, for the first time you've met someone who knows how to play by your rules. You've found someone who knows how to play your game, and now just because you aren't winning, you want the game to be over? And why? Because you've realized that for the past five months - thanks to me - that the wheels on your career have been spinning in the mud. Since we first encountered Adrian, I've lost multiple World Title opportunities, part of my sanity, the love of my life, and my body has been put through hell and back like no other time in my ACW career, yet you want to talk about YOUR CAREER suffering?
Adrian Flamingo, you are a cancer to ACW. You are a virus. And back in 2007, anything that you came in contact with was soon - or eventually - exterminated. And for a moment, that was the case for me. But unlike everyone else, I bounced back. I came back better than I was before, and I took you to the limit, and since then you have exterminated absolutely no one. Face it Adrian, I am the cure. And while I'm not launching any Save_US campaign or playing an Angelic Diablo, I will not allow you to destroy the company I helped build for the past four years. So you're through playing games Flamingo? Well guess what, so am I. And if it takes every last breath in my body to end your career Flamingo, so be it. You won't win Adrian, not as long as my name is B....K....London....
And with that, BK London walks off screen and the scene fades out. A very emotionally charged statement to counter Adrian's at Fallen Heroes. This feud has been turned up a notch, with tensions currently red hot.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:04:37 GMT -5
Segment: Victorious Stable (Credit: Senatorial Stable) As Thursday Night Meltdown begins, "Hail to the Chief" plays, with the Senatorial Stable making their way down to the ring, nearly in full force, with the Capitalists, Jason Freeman, Jonny Hughes, and Thunder Train in formation. The crew steps through the ropes, and with a change of music to Kayne West’s “Flashing Lights [Instrumental],” out steps the ACW World Heavyweight Champion, Aiden Joseph. The moment his feet touch down in the ring, Aiden climbs onto the top rope and positions the belt around his waist. Feeling sassy, he looks down upon his own body and becomes filled with tension; tension that so desperately needs to be released. He tilts his head back and places his hand atop his crotch. With one downwards tug of his trouser’s zipper, they fall to his ankles. Wearing nothing underneath, he is at full exposure, almost. With the World Title carefully lowered in front of his manhood, he only teases the masses, leaving them yearning for more.Aiden Joseph: Mmmm, Mexico City, here is your photo op. The moment is yours for the taking. Savor it. Relish it. Experience it. Aiden swims in a sea of light bulbs. Blinded by the flashing lights, he hears his named screamed in a language not his own and it is that recognition that tells him he is loved throughout the world. Biting his lip, he can't help but mutter out the words - Aiden: Touch me.Satisfied with tonight’s performance, he carefully leaps down from the ropes, returns himself to a more decent image and takes command of the microphone. Aiden: Words simply cannot describe how I feel at the moment. That was such a vivacious entrance, it makes me want to do it again. Kalb: How about you don’t? Aiden: Very well, I suppose my desires will have to wait; we are on live television after all. Moving on, I am here to announce ... LET THE JUBILATION BEGIN! Just a few days ago, Aiden Joseph and his Senatorial Stable comrades marched into Mexico City and waged war upon the entire roster of Alpha Championship Wrestling and walked out victorious! Thunder Train: I'm still hungry, though....Freeman: If you hadn't gone after me like that, maybe you'd have done better! Train: You could have not gone after me, too! Hughes: Enough of that. Aiden's right, really, much as I hate to admit it. We did pretty good overall. Now, we just have to pull together, and find something to accomplish between now and Omega Effect. Aiden: That’s the spirit, my stable mate! Without a doubt in my mind, we are the best in ACW and after Saturday, there should be no doubt in your minds as well. The gold goes where the talent resides, after all and encompassing me at the moment are men who define that very word. Jonny Hughes, the deadly shooter, Thunder Train, the dominating powerhouse, Jason Freeman, the unpredictable enigma, and even the Capitalists, the best team on the independent circuit, not that I'd know by watching it. Fitsharris: Hey! Aiden: We have proven that there needs not be a “Second Coming.” Naive fools always proclaim the Stable's one step from destruction. However, now as it's always been, we are the benchmark and we hold the one belt that means the most. I am the ACW World Heavyweight Champion and I am the only - Suddenly, the lights go dark, and the crowd goes to a hush as a silhouette of a man appears on the Alphatron, kneeing a heavy bag in a clinch, firing away at a speed bag, and running up a series of stairs, and a theme previously unheard at an ACW event hits the PA system...Ecstacy of Gold(Ennio Morricone)A burst of tickertape shoots from the entrance in a cloud of pyro, as it becomes apparent that Senator Steve Phillips has entered the Arena!Phillips strikes his trademark pose at the top of the ramp, before striding down to the ring, the lights coming back on as he does so. The Senator steps through the ropes, microphone in hand.The Senator: Well, well, well...the number one contender has arrived, improved production values and all! And as I stare across the ring, I see a group of people whom I am quite proud of...without this Senatorial Stable, without each and every one of you, I would never have been able to emerge from the challenge of thirty one competitors at Fallen Heroes with this title shot in hand! The sound of clapping halts the Senator’s speech for it comes from the ring, not from afar. Turning around, he sees that the current World Champion is responsible for the racket. Aiden: Bravo! Bravo I say! However dear Steven, you have realized what you’ve exactly earned, haven’t you? Senator: Very much so. All things equal, I will be facing you at Omega Effect. Yes, I am not going to duck that fact, but rather, to approach it head on, right now. Aiden Joseph, I recruited you, knowing well that I would be targeting that gold around your waist. At Omega Effect, at ACW's premiere event, I will not hold back, I will not hesitate to take you within a millimeter of ending your career, if that is what I have to do, within the rules, and within my code of honor, in winning back that title. Aiden: As it should be, but do remember one thing, Steven. Aiden takes two steps in his direction, getting up close and personal.Aiden: You’ve taught me well. Aiden extends his hand; the Senator cautiously takes it with his own. Tonight every camera in the arena is getting a work out, and with this moment continues to test their endurance. With a few shaking motions, the two men release and all ten eyes of the Stable watch the next few moments with great interest. Searching for any signs of hostility or resentment, they find none. Brotherly bonds are strong within this group and it is for this very reason they stand on the very peak of Alpha Championship Wrestling. With the return of “Hail to the Chief,” they disband and return to the backstage arena; each man secretly craving for the next time they can do this again.[FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:06:11 GMT -5
Segment: An Old Habit Dead (Credit: Nick Durden)
They say old habits die hard. This is the case for one Nicholas Christopher Durden. Let me take you back....
The executives are having their weekly meeting. About 20 men and women, are sitting in leather seats around a huge table, with a huge golden ACW logo in the center. There was one man there who stood out among the rest. He sat at the head of the table. He was the Chairman of the Board, Gingerdude. His hands were folded, resting on the table. Once the executives stopped their discussions, he stood up, and pushed his chair back slightly. He was about to leave the room. Today's meeting was over.
Gingerdude: Well, now that today's meeting has ended, I'll leave. I'll see you all next week.
Gingerdude was making his way towards the door when one of the male executives stood from his chair and called him over.
”Executive” Dan: Wait, Gingerdude. There is still someone we must talk about. I suggest you take a seat.
Gingerdude frowns, as he thought the meeting was over. It has been a long day for him, and he wanted to leave. He sighs, as he walks back over to his seat, sits down, and pushes his chair in.
Gingerdude: Alright. What is it? Who is this someone?
“Executive” Dan: It's Nick Durden, Gingerdude. I don't know if you're aware of his behavior behind the scenes, but-
Gingerdude: I am full aware of his behind the scenes behavior, Dan. We've already discussed this.
“Executive” Dan: I know we have. But this has gone, for too long. We've tried talking to him. We've tried finding out what's really wrong with him. We've come to the conclusion that he might be using drugs, Gingerdude. Now, we've tried to get him to go to rehab, but he simply refuses. He is very stubborn. Look Gingerdude, if the media finds out that one of our employees uses drugs, who knows what can happen? It'd make him look bad, it’d make us look bad, it’d make YOU look bad. Something HAS to be done. Even if he isn't on drugs. I'm not saying he isn't... A lot of the wrestlers have come to me, saying how weird he acts, and that he stays in the locker room for quite some time. When he's in there, he doesn't open the doors or answer anyone. When I questioned him about it, he just says that he listens to music and he can't hear the fists banging on the door. Look Gingerdude, all I'm saying is, even I think he's on some sort of drug. He won't talk to us about it. He avoids us every chance he gets. I say we release him.
Gingerdude grits his teeth in frustration. He certainly isn’t one to fire anyone based only on hearsay and circumstantial evidence, but with the imminent birth of his grandchild and the responsibilities of managing this hectic tour, he hardly has time to risk the media fiasco that could result from keeping a possible druggie on his roster.
Gingerdude: Well, Dan. I can't disagree with you here. This is for the best. Ok. Dan, you find him, and you release him. That's that. I'm leaving.
Gingerdude gets up from his chair once more, pushes it back and makes his way to the door to leave. All the executives do the same, and follow Gingerdude out of the door, except one. Dan stays behind, grinning. He places his briefcase on the big table, and opens it. He takes out a set of papers, then closes the briefcase. He laughs as he looks at the first page of the set.
“Executive” Dan: Ah, Mr. Durden. I knew you weren't going to last any longer, here. I even made your release papers already. Damn, I'm good.
Let's fast Forward.
Dan heads toward Nick Durden's locker room. The door was slightly open, to Dan's surprise. He knocks on the door three times, and pushes it open, without waiting for Nick to invite him in. He sees Nick watching TV, sitting on a chair, drinking a bottle of water. Dan, with a grin on his face, walks over to the TV and turns it off. Nick stands up from his chair and confronts Dan.
Nick: Can I help you?
“Executive” Dan: Why you certainly, can, my boy. I just need you to sign your name on this dotted line here. No need to read over it. It's just a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo.
Nick: What the hell are those papers?
“Executive” Dan: These, Nick, are your release papers. Yep, you're gone. And it's about time. We discussed why you're being released in the meeting....If only you hadn't been so stubborn, Nick. If only you had gone to rehab like many of us told you to. But you didn't want to listen to us, Nick. You were hard-headed. Well, that's too bad. Now you're gone from the company. So sign here, or I'll make you sign.
Nick bends his head forward, and begins to rub his chin. He couldn't believe it. He was really gone from the company. He snatched the papers from Dan's hand and also the pen on his other hand. He grabbed Dan by the face, turned him around and pushed him against the wall. He places the papers on Dan's back and signs his signature on the dotted line. He throws the papers onto the floor, as well as the pen. Dan turns around, frustrated, and receives a smack across the face. Nick then grabs his bags, exits the locker room, and also the arena, thinking he'll never return again.
Days later…
Nick's walking down the streets of his hometown of Venice Beach, California. He isn't in the suburbs in which he lives, though. He's in the downtown urban area. Nothing good happens around here. He was heading towards the spot where the greatest drug dealer in Venice Beach was known to sell his drugs. Nick was so frustrated, he didn't know what to do anymore. He was fired, for using drugs, and now he was going to go right back to the drugs? He arrived at the spot. He entered the alleyway. It was a real long one. At the end of the alleyway, one had to make a left to see 'him.' Nick had just reached the end, and made a left. He saw a huge table, with various drugs sitting on it, waiting to be bought. Behind the table, sat a cloaked man. He was very mysterious looking to Nick. Nick shrugged and walked forward, stopping in front of the table.
Nick: I think you know what I'm here for.
? ? ?: Ah, yes. I know exactly what you're here for, Mr. Durden.
Nick: What the fu-...How do you know my name?
? ? ?: That matters not, Nick. It matters not. You are here for a drug, I assume? Well, Nick. I have various types. But you won't be buying any. Not today. Never again.
The cloaked man removed his hood, revealing his hair. He was white, with black hair. He was also quite tall. He walked over to Nick. Nick took a three huge steps back.
? ? ?: Do not be afraid, Nick. No harm will be done to you. Not by me, and not by the products on that table. From this day forward, you will never use another drug. You will never want to be around one. You will do great things in your life, and the drugs you seek, will only hold you back. Go Nick. Go back to your home. Go back to doing what you do best, Nick. Erase drugs from your mind...This is for the best. You will see me once again...
With that, a white flash blinds Nick, and he finds himself waking up from his bed, back in his home. He looks around to see if he's really back home. Yes, Nick. You're home. He sighs, as he lies down once more. The last thing he remembers is a huge white flash. His drug cravings are gone. He actually feels sick thinking about them now. Everything will be new. A new Nick. A new Life.
Present day
Nick enters the ACW arena, with his bag strap sitting on his shoulder. He makes his way to the main locker room to get ready for later on tonight. On his way there, he bumps into a familiar face. It was none other than Dan! Nick stopped and chuckled a bit, before walking over towards him. He slaps Dan on the back to make him turn around, and when Dan sees who it is, he almost drops the bottle of soda he had in his hand.
“Executive” Dan: Uh...Nick..
Nick: Yep, that's me. Are you glad to see me again, Dan?
“Executive” Dan: Er.....
Nick: I'll take that as a yes, buddy. And let me tell you that I'm back...and I'm here…to stay.
Nick gives Dan a light slap on the cheek, before turning around to head to the locker room, laughing. He continues walking forward toward the locker room. Many of the staff members welcome him back.
He finally reaches the main locker room. He pushes the metal bar on the door, to open it. When he stepped in, he saw that it was deserted. He wasn't surprised. He had arrived way earlier than most superstars. He sets his bag down on the floor and takes in a deep breath. He breathes the locker room air which he missed so much. Come on Nick, you weren't away for that long. He looks around the locker room. It was pretty big. But Nick quickly grew bored. No one was around. Nick signed and shook his head.
Nick: Well, Nick. No one is around. You're in here all by yourself...there's only one thing for you to do...
Nick slowly walks over to his bag and unzips it. He feels around the bag a bit, then stops when he touches what he wanted. He smiles as he takes it out. It's...a bottle of Gatorade. Nick sits it down on the floor, then gets down next to it. He lies on his stomach for a minute. He then places his hands on the floor, and pushes hard to bring his body up. That's one push up...keep going, Nick. Nick continued to exercise to warm up for his eventual triumphant return
No one believed that he'd return to ACW and actually make a name for himself, this time. And he hasn't...at least...not yet. Nick's here to become a champion. He's here to prove himself to the world. He's here to win.
Nick Durden Era - Coming Soon...
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:07:22 GMT -5
What The Hell Went On? I Was Gone For Six Weeks! Part 2: Is It Supposed To Stand For Something Or Do You Just Like Intercourse? Jake Cheng and Jake Steele Through the unfamiliar halls of the Jose Miguel Agrelot Coliseum, Jake Cheng tries to make his way from the ring to his locker room. At the moment, he is unsuccessful in his primary mission, but a secondary objective arises when he sees a man in long blonde hair walks toward him. Jake: Ah, I was hoping to run into you. Steele: Who is you?Jake: I am the guy who is going to be your third loss here in ACW. Steele: Third loss by you? Just 'cause you is a former World Champion and Light Heavyweight don't mean you 'bout to beat me.Jake: So...I have a stalker. Not again... Steele: Stalker? Nah son, I just know my history.Jake: Right...and what did your knowledge of the "history" about me tell you? Steele: 'Dat those pieces of gold you be carryin' around don't mean shit.Jake: You know, I expected you to say that. And you are completely right. My wins over BK London and Hunter and Latino means nothing compared to your epic victories over the great Jin, and fantastic Ross Lambert and superior Libertines. How I should kiss the ground you walk on! Steele: You tryin' to crack jokes?Jake: You trying to get your ass kicked? The future opponents get face to face, Steele’s fist clenched tight at his sides. Jake: So Steele, I have a question. When they call you The Sex, is that supposed to be an acronym or do you just try to get people to think you get it a lot? Steele: You know, you real, real funny. Let me ask you a question... Do they call you the Asian Extraordinaire because of your in-ring skills? Or is it because you’re so good at cookin' my Ribtips at the chinese spot? Jake: That question will quickly be answered when we step into the ring tonight. When I hit you with the Second Heartbeat, and when I get the 1... 2... 3. Steele: You 'dat confident in your abilities? I can let you know that you won't be when I hit you...
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FACE!Steele gets up in the face of Cheng and throws an ‘X’ up in his face. Cheng stands tall, well as tall as he can, not the least intimidated by the cocky, brash newcomer. Cheng shows major disrespect to the new kid as he puts his head to the left, looking at the ground, while laughing at his antics. Cheng raises his head back up before telling Steele how it is. Jake: In my face? Dude, this isn’t a porno. So that’s why they call you the Sex. But seriously, you really think I'm gonna let you pull one over on me? Damn, you must not have done the proper research, because if you did, you would know that this isn't the first time I shut up a newcomer like you, and tonight, shutting you up is going to be like every other time. Steele takes Cheng's words seriously and gets serious; his whole expression changes as he wipes his face, and takes a step back away from Cheng. He strokes his hair back, and his face seems to near the boiling, with a punch possibly being throw at anytime, due to the tension these two men share.Steele: That's where you will make the biggest mistake. You see, like my other opponents, you took my words as games, and nothing more then that. And like the men I have defeated, you will soon realize that what I say, should not be taken as a joke. When it comes down to it, we will go out there, and put on a classic. One that can, and will go down into the history books of ACW. One that little kids, years from now will look back on, and inspire them to do the same as we did. And that... is to put on a 5 star... classic. Because Cheng, what you don't realize is that...
It Takes One Man To Make A Impact... It Takes One Man To Make A Splash... It Takes One Man To Make A... Revo-lu-tion...Jake: And it takes talent to win. So when you are done with your talk about revolutions and shooting into other guy’s faces, I’ll show you what a true wrestler is. Jake Cheng walks around Jake Steele, head held high. Steele watches his opponent for the night walk away with the last word, but he is going to make sure he gets the last word tonight
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:07:55 GMT -5
Segment: The Developmental Do or Die (Credit: BK London)
It's been a week and a half since we last saw developmental star, Jerome Carter, training in the lair of Tim Dwight called "Dwight's Gym". As the scene opens, we currently see Locomotive Lightning running full speed across the ring after coming out the corner. The man in the opposing corner? None other than the "Wrestling Messiah", Jerome Carter. Luckily Jerome manages to slip through the ropes, positioning himself on the apron as the near 7 footer runs sternum first into the top turnbuckle.
Stumbling backwards, Locomotive Lightning appears to be a bit stunned from that hard shot and now Jerome Carter ascends to the top rope. Looking for a crossbody, he dives off the ropes only to get caught by the 350 pound behemoth. It looks like it's going to be the end for Jerome Carter as Locomotive Lightning is going for his Train Wreck, a Death Valley Driver, but Jerome slips off his shoulders and trips him. He then proceeds to lock in the Last Supper (Inverted Indian Deathlock) on the huge tree trunk legs of LL, which eventually gets him to tap. Tim Dwight rings the bell and almost immediately Jerome Carter releases the submission.
Tim Dwight: Alright, alright, good work you two, nice counter towards the end Jeromer - you're really becoming more comfortable in the ring.
Jerome Carter: I am always comfortable in the ring, I'm the Wrestling Messiah, this ring is my home.
Tim Dwight: Alright alright, save the trash talk for the ring. I have an announcement, so everyone crowd around.
Everyone obliges with the order of the trainer, and Tim Dwight positions himself on the apron to look down at his pupils. The cameras pan through and we pass over Jerome Carter, Lightning Locomotive, as well as the wrestlers from last time Andrew Quail amd Kyle The Ohio Kid.
Tim Dwight: For the past few weeks, you guys have been training hard and showing incredible strides of improvement with your in-ring work. And for that, I have an announcement that next Monday, Chairman Gingerdude will be making a trip to this gym to add one of you guys to his already impressive roster.
Murmuring occurs as the guys nearly swell with elation at this moment. Finally, they're going to get the opportunity they've desired to enter the squared circle where the lights are on bright. Opportunities to fight for championships, main event pay per views, have their own merchandise - it's a dream that might come true.
Tim Dwight: But I also have bad news. It appears that the three of you who aren't picked, will no longer be developmental talent employed to ACW. Ginger has decided that he wants an entire new array of talent, and that if you haven't made it clear that you deserve your spot on the roster by now - then he's wasting money giving out your paychecks every week. So next Monday, it will be a Do or Die situation. And since there are four of you, the winner will be determined in a Fatal Four Way Match - how does that sound?
Andrew Quail: I can dig it.
Kyle The Kansas Kid: Me too.
Jerome Carter: I'm up for a little competition.
Lightning Locomotive: THE LOCOMOTIVE IS CONSTNATLY MALNOURISHED!
Tim Dwight: Good, now I'm going to give you guys the weekend off to train or do anything that will help you prepare for the big match on Monday. Good luck!
The four seperate and now the only thing thats on their mind is to win this match, or it's all over.
Locomotive Lightning has been here for 8 months, and still hasn't made his way to the roster - and the same can be said for Kyle the Kansas Kid.
Andrew Quail however has been here for nearly two years, and has been thwarted several times from appearing on the main roster.
Jerome Carter - the new kid - but not exactly a novice in the ring has only been around a few weeks. He has been wrestling for the past two years or so on the independent circuit, and this was his opportunity to be on the big stage with his Uncle BK London. He's got to win, by any means necessary.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:08:38 GMT -5
Segment “Victor Recesvinto” Credit: ~Aj [Most often in life, the most surprising things happen when we least expect them, and if you name is Aiden Joseph, you are about to experience this first hand. Throughout all the hustle and bustle of tonight’s proceedings, Aiden has not found a moments rest. After he completes one task, two more pop up and he is beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed. Currently pacing from one spot to another inside his locker room, a knock on his door suddenly stops him in his tracks. Turning the handle and thrusting the door open, Aiden lays his eyes on a man whom he hasn’t seen in over 10 years and in doing so, stumbles across his much needed break.] Aiden Joseph: Victor! [After a touching embrace, Aiden motions him into the room with both a wink and a smile. Remembering their common interests, Joseph scurries over to the nearby refrigerator, pops it open and removes a bottle of wine. To pours later, the two old friends begin to reconnect with one another.] Victor Recesvinto: You look great, Aiden. Aiden: You too, Victor. [The two men stand silent for a few seconds and stare at each other, both showered by awkward silence.] Aiden: But something tells me you didn’t come all this way to tell me something I already know. Victor *laughing*: Still as cocky as always. You haven’t changed a bit, well except for that whole “Thunderkiss” fiasco. What where you thinking? Aiden *laughing*: So you saw. Victor: I have to admit, I’ve followed your career Aiden. Over the years, I’ve watched on as you achieved all the things you said you were going to; all the things your friends and family said you couldn’t. I’m proud of you Aiden. Not only that, but I’m happy for you as well. Your happiness has truly been my own. Be that as it may, I still can’t believe you dressed up in such a silly costume. I mean, it was hard not to laugh every time I saw you screaming and failing your arms around like some sort of buffoon! Aiden: I did what I had to do to make it to the top. Though I most certainly regret it now, I cannot lie to myself and say it was not responsible for my current fame and fortune. Victor: Even still, it amused me to no ends! I kept wondering what your fans would actually think if they found out the true “Thunderkiss” used to sport polo shirts, play golf with the boys every Thursday afternoon, or even better yet, that you were once the man that I once - Aiden *interrupting*: Let’s cease with the small talk Vic. I assume you are hear to convince me to return home to see my mother on her apparent “death” bed, right? Victor: Your assumptions are correct. You were very abrupt to me on the phone, Aiden. I figured my presence would at least buy me the time to have a proper conversation with you. Aiden: I’m afraid you thought wrong, Victor. Victor *shouthing*: God dammit Aiden, you owe me! Aiden: *shouting back* Victor, just answer me this: when the hell did you become my mother’s official spoke person?! Victor: Aiden, you know our families are very close. Hell, we grew up living in each other’s houses for God’s sake. After you left, your mother had no one around to help her. I had to step in; it was only the right thing to do. [Aiden rolls his eyes upon hearing this. Sensing he is going nowhere fast, Victor cuts right to the part that he believes with take hold of Aiden’s attention.] Victor: She is a changed woman Aiden. Aiden: Oh? Then how come I’ve never received a call? A letter? Victor: Stubbornest runs deep within Joseph blood, that’s why. [Aiden doesn’t argue; he’d be the first to admit this less than redeeming quality of his.] Victor: Aiden, please ... just realize that no matter what happened in both of your pasts, there is very little time left in her future. Before she passes, she wants to make things right. Why can’t you just allow this to happen? Surely deep within you there is a desire to rekindle your relationship with your own mother. [Aiden turns away. These days he has a terrible problem bumping into people who have a nasty habit of telling him the truth and Victor is no different. He admits defeat with a solemn sigh, turns his eyes upwards at his old friend and informs him - ] Aiden: Fine Vic. I’ll catch the next plane out to Vegas after the show. [Victor shows him his appreciation through a gesture and places his hand on Aiden’s shoulder. Aiden raises his own hand, thinks better of it and returns it to his lap. Believing there is no more that needs saying, Victor makes a motion towards the door, but not before leaving his old friend with one final message.] Victor: By the way Aiden, I just wanted to congratulate you on the upcoming birth of your child. I hope things turn out wonderfully for you; I really do. You and Anna make a fantastic couple. Aiden: Thank you Victor. [Recesvinto smiles and shuts the door behind him. The moment he is out of sight, a tear streams down Aiden’s cheek. For so many years he was past all of his troubles from yesteryear, and in a matter of a few days, long buried emotions have been brought up to the surface. It will be a long flight back to the desert and Aiden suspicions are correct, it will be even a longer flight home.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:10:32 GMT -5
Match 2: Jake Steele vs. Jake Cheng – “Battle of the Jakes” (Credit: Dan White)
SNAP SUPLEX! is how this match began, and Steele wasn't expecting Cheng to hit a move so ferociously and quickly as that. Cheng smirks, but Steele responds with a bunch of slaps and elbows and punches and other stuff! It's all very fast and Cheng's chest is quickly red. Steele attempts a Jumping Piledriver, but Cheng reverses it into a Back Body Drop. Cheng lifts Steele up and hits him with an Evenflow DDT, but the pinfall is unsuccessful. Jake then tries an Enzuiguri, but Jake reverses it. BUT WHICH JAKE?!....ok Cheng tried but Steele reversed it. Steele then hit Cheng with a rapid number of clothesline, with Cheng getting up each time but each time falling back down to the ground. But one of Steele's attempts is cunningly ducked by Cheng, who then plants Steele with a Dropkick. Steele is quick up, but Cheng takes him down with a headscissor takedown. Steele falls into the turnbuckle, and Cheng attempts a Bronco Buster, but Steele moves out the way and hilarity ensues. Well, unless you're Cheng.
Steele lifts Cheng up and hits a back drop suplex, and follows that up with a Springboard Elbow drop, jabbing hard into Cheng's heart. The pin attempt is unsuccessful, but Steele is getting a hold on this match. He lifts Cheng up and goes for the RIGHT IN YO' FACE!! but Cheng ducks it and smacks Steele with a Flash Kick. It's all about the reversals today, as Cheng climbs the top ropes and hits a Moonsault, hitting perfectly, but he's not quite able to get the three count, which annoys him. So instead he lifts Steele to the top rope, but Steele shoves Cheng off in an elevated back body drop to avoid the Mandate From Heaven. Cheng gets to his feet, but Steele flies off the top rope into a flying body drop. He tries to cover, but Cheng manages to kick out. Cheng gets up, and Steele tries to grab him, but Cheng flips him into a Monkey Flip. Cheng goes to work on the arm, hitting a jumping armbreaker and smashing the arm off the turnbuckle.
As Steele is stunned, Cheng rushes down and plants a running neckbreaker. Cheng lifts him up, and tries to hit the Second Heartbeat, but Steele feigns collapsing, avoiding getting hit. As Jake tries to retain his composure from missing the move, Steele gets up and hits a RIGHT IN YO' FACE! He follows that up with an Azai Moonsault, ensuring the victory and the surprising 1-2-3.
Phillip: Here is your winner......"The Sex" Jake Steele!
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Post by BK London on May 1, 2008 16:11:35 GMT -5
Segment: Final Acceptance (Credit: FSX)
It's hard to understand things that were never meant to happen, and really upsetting when you learn of something so swiftly and it hurts you so deeply. Like a dagger being shot through you heart without any prior warning, sometimes it can be the most horrible thing in the world. But in the end you must accept what has already happened and carry on with your life. It is very rare that a second chance will present itself, and more often then not things will grow better over time regardless. Despite how horrible something may be, there is always a brighter tomorrow to follow it and make happiness return with a bright shine of light! Regardless, it is going to be hard to deal with something. There isn't a choice, however. You must accept all that happens when it happens, and carry on as if it doesn't bother you in the slightest if you want to be viewed with respect. Accept the pain that has already passed, and give a smile as you try your best to return to normal life. To what you feel is more important then your own feelings. Even your own dreams...
FSX: I'm still here? Didn't see that coming.
Retirement sure is a non-existent thing nowadays, isn't it? Either way, one would imagine that celebration is necessary if that is indeed Fallen Souls in the building! Especially considering the fact that he basically gave up on his career earlier on in the evening. That couldn't of just been another swerve, could it? Perhaps it was, and one would imagine that is the case as Fallen relaxes in the back with a smirk on his face. He doesn't appear to be all that happy considering the fact he's smiling and if it's simply a show for an unknown source is yet to be seen, but he is regardless.
FSX: Well, I guess I should start then, right?
As Fallen stares off at someone who is apparently instructing him to do something, he simply nods once and stands up from his seat. Looking into the camera his face is notably lacking of any true emotion, and he doesn't even give a sense that he wishes to be here as he forces a smile.
FSX: I must apologize to all of you it seems. Earlier on this evening you witnessed something that occurred quite awhile ago, and it sent a message that might be misinterpreted. I am not leaving the company. That is not happening. Because they won't let me.
As there is a scowl heard in the distance, Fallen seems to genuinely smirk and nods once to the camera, closing his eyes for a moment as he seems to be thinking for a moment to himself.
FSX: In reality I don't think I could of left even if they weren't forcing me to stay. Despite the fact I'll never be able to fulfill my dreams, and never be able to achieve what I always wanted to achieve, I do love this company. I may not show it enough, or even say it enough, but I'm not here for myself. It's never about me. It's about all of you.
The bickering audible grunts in the distance seem to stop as a door is heard shutting, and Fallen looks off camera with a smile as he seems to signify that he has been left alone. It will likely never be known just who brought him here today and had made him start such a speech, but common sense says it wasn't the devil.
FSX: I don't honestly know why I've overreacted so much to having everything crumble before my eyes, but it's likely because I realized that things will never be about me the way things are about some other people. Now, I know there will always be a select few in the company that will be on the top no matter what they do, just as there are a select few that will be on the top because they demand it...but I guess I can live with not being one of them.
Though possibly speaking a contradiction to something he had been preaching for months now, it appears that Fallen has finally come to an acceptance that he will never become a star in this company. Still, one has to wonder if this effects his views on others being held back. Do things only work in a fashion that doesn't let some reach the pinnacle of this company?
FSX: I really should of known from the last time I took a shot at reaching the top a few months ago, and actually managed to get closer then I did this time around. I made it all the way to the main event you know... I was the headline of the show for the first time in my career, in I blew my opportunity by getting cocky and thinking of only myself. In fact, I went literally insane because of it and their was a period that people were mistaking me for a transvestite. Truly a dark and horrible time in my life. So I guess I figured since I did things differently this time around that I could make it to the top, but there was one man standing in my way.
It's quite obvious who he's talking about, and Fallen seems to tense up once again as the subject turns to such an individual. Given their past one would imagine that Fallen truly respected the man and believed him to be an innovator of the business, but for some reason it seemed he had a true reason to hate him. One can't imagine it all to happen because of a single match, however...right?
FSX: Steve Phillips defeated me at Fallen Heroes, and effectively allowed my career to die by his hands. I can't blame him for doing so, however. I understand that he wanted to win the match and that he wanted to be the man to main event Omega Effect...again. Perhaps it's due to the fact that he's been a part of this business for longer then I have, or maybe he thinks that he is a better fit then I am, but he saw his name up in lights and himself battling for the World Title on the grand stage for a consecutive year. Good for him, though. I really do respect the guy and I always will, even if I think he's a greedy bastard at time to time. I mean for fucks sake, he had to win?! He couldn't let someone else have a chance? No, it has to be the same old shit for another fucking year!
As Fallen's face begins to grow red with rage he seems to shake just a bit, though the moment he notices himself doing so he regains control of his composure and shakes his head a few times, quickly calming himself down as he looks away from the camera for a moment once again.
FSX: I know I'm over reacting, but I'm still frustrated over all of this and it's not going to change in a week. He's a brilliant wrestler and he deserves the shot, and I truly believe that...I've always looked up to him as a man that deserves my respect and I refuse to let that change because he has stolen what I still think is mine from me. I'll get over it...eventually. Until then, I never want to speak of him again. There are more pressing things for me to talk about, after all...
As if he was trying to forget that he just broke into a rant that would make Taylor giggle with glee, he immediately changed the subject to something that remains relevant with his career. What's that? Why, the stable that he abandoned his safety net for. The stable that has effectively crushed his body and mind in the process, and left him a desperately bitter man at times. Yeah, that one!
FSX: I will not give up on the promises I've already made, and despite the fact that I may never be able to reach the top that many others have before me I will do anything I can to help others do so. Despite the fact it won't be me, I'll make damn sure that either Showtime or...god forbid...Taylor make their way to the plateau of this business. When one of them get there, they will do the right thing and help others who have been held back over the years reach the top. I expect there will come a day when the likes of Dan White and Jay Zero will reign as champion here. Nick Durden, Mr. Red, Alex Richmond...I don't care if I hate the person, I believe they all have the potential to be at the top.
Slowly making his way back over to the couch, Fallen doesn't seem to care much as he falls down onto it and rests there, closing his eyes for a moment as he shifts around to get comfortable there and just thinks to himself. One would imagine this is when the scene will fade to black, but that would be quite the abrupt ending. Especially considering the fact that Fallen's eyes suddenly flashed open as it seems something has dawned upon him, and he looks genuinely giddy as he sits up and points to the camera.
FSX: You know what? I think I'll add myself to that list after all! There might not be much hope as things stand now, but I'll be damned if I can't change things for the better! This company needs change, right? And I did prove that I can beat all of the men that I named at one point or another...so how can my name NOT be on that list? Especially if I change some things to my favor! After all, if others can do it I sure can too!
Can do what, though? The man who was ready to quit the business forever seems to be ridiculously happy with everything considered, but what could be the reason? Is something zany still bound to occur in his future? Or perhaps an idea has dawned on him that will help him become Senator! Is this a bad movie waiting to happen? Find out some other time!
Fade to black.
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