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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 15:58:25 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to… Credit: Danny Mainer It’s a calm, Wednesday the 30th April 2008 night in the state of Nevada as we’re presented with a street from the shopping centre near the High Streets of Vegas with shops everywhere, this particular street is a middle class kind of shopping street with a McDonalds on the end corner as well as a Best Buy and a Hot Topic for all the emo bizatches. There’s also a GameStop and a local general store called “Thatcher’s Goods”, yes, this is the kind of street designed to appeal to the common person with every day needs but right in the middle of the street is an abandoned shop with the windows broken and boarded up and the doors with big planks nailed into the hinges across them, this shop was in it’s time a furniture store owned by a common family in Vegas running it as a side business to their primary professions of the husband being a model and the wife being a cab driver but the two gave it up for a higher profit. Now, it’s the dead of night and there’s not a soul on the street. Anyone who is still up is on the slot machines trying to score with the ever-gorgeous lady-luck who I believe is a redhead, at the carnival watching cheapsauce Chinese or Russian guys do pathetic attempts at backflips with clowns that help them live up to their nature of being hated by children for being terrifying or in a bar getting slaughtered to heights of inebriation the heights that only a Russian man can achieve and survive. Either way, there’s nobody in Vegas except for the one man walking slowly down the brick-work cat-walk with the love of his life on his arm. The man is wearing a black American Living black beaded stripe 2-button suit and a crowbar in his hand while the girl is wearing a low-cut black vest with floral frame shoulder-straps and black jeans adorned by a beige jacket. The man is clearly Danny Mainer and the girl is Caitlynn Dufraisne. Danny has a huge grin on his face while Caitlynn is looking like a child who doesn’t’ know what she’s getting for her birthday, annoyed at the secret being kept from her which is clearly what Danny is smiling about. Caitlynn: Come ooooooooonn Danny! What’s your secret that you’re keeping from me? You’ve been buzzing over this since Monday!Danny chuckles barely able to hold back this great secret, he smiles at Caitlynn who still has that unamused, childish look on her face. Danny: My dear love, patience is of the virtue! We’re practically here now anyways! Just give it time, I’m sure my little surprise will prove to be quite to your liking.Caitlynn pouts as Danny remains adamant smiling confidently. Caitlynn: Awwwww! Tell me now!Danny: Heheh, we’re here baby. Relax.Mainer turns his head to the abandoned furniture store with the borders across it. Mainer raises his crowbar and then starts to tear the planks covering the doors off. With all his power the boards break instantly. He tears the fragments off throwing them carefully to the side so they land in a heap together. Caitlynn: Nonono! You can’t break into there! That’s not legal!Danny: It’s not illegal if it’s your property. I bought this place to start a business.Caitlynn’s eyes glow with excitement as she looks at her man pulling a key from his pocket. He sticks it in the lock of the steel double doors and twists it open into the abandoned furniture store. Danny immediately notices that this store which is in the shape of a H with a thick bridge and 3-wall spaces at the top and bottom of the left and right of the supporting bits. It’s completely empty though, obviously the original owners stripped it bare. Even the wall-paper is gone. It’s just plain white walls and wooden floorboards. There’s dust and cobwebs in the corner and it’s got an incredibly “haunted house” sense to it. As I was saying before about the H shape there’s a second story to the building which only covers the mid-section of the H which is led up to by an exterior stairwell out the backdoor and there’s a mutation on the back of the bottom floor just to the right where the stock-room once resided. All of these are completely barren and empty now though. Caitlynn: So wait you’re going to re-open a furniture store from this place? Furniture stores are boooooring!Caitlynn pouts again, Danny pats her on the back reassuringly as he scopes out the area. Danny: No, NOT a furniture store baby. What is the one thing you’ve always wanted to open?Caitlynn’s eyes glow bright sparking with warmth and hope as a smile spreads from ear to ear as she realizes exactly what Danny is planning to do and this fills her with happiness. Caitlynn: You don’t mean?!Danny: Oh I mean! Yes, we’re gonna’ open up a restaurant, a nice little place with wine racks and a fancy office and booths and pasta and pizza and I know you used to love to cook when we were growing up so while I’m runnin’ the financial side to this shindig you’ll be Head Chef Katie Dufraisne, the artisan of fine foods world wide and you will bring smiling faces to men, women, children and ugly mobsters from all over Vegas! This isn’t going to be a cheap shit-house like McDonalds, it’s gonna’ be REAAAAL classy like. Give it a month or so and this place will be ON FIRE! Not literally of course but it’ll still be that damn awesome.Caitlynn: Oh my God Danny you’re the best! Me and you, we can turn this place into the nicest restaurant in the history of the world! We could have candles and plants and and and we can have a Swedish import kitchen and and the office can be like totally Mafia! All the management staff can wear like fedora’s and and the waiters can wear silk white shirts and bow ties and chinos and we can have metal lampshades and a huge oven and we can have the finest ingredients and I can finally live my dream! I love you Danny!Caitlynn turns to Danny and flies into his arms. The two embrace romantically and lock lips surrounded by the dust and debris of this former furniture store as the visions of the future starts to run rabid through their minds. Danny and Caitlynn are wrapped in each others love and are ready to set down together now, no more pussy-huntin’ (not that Danny did, he only lost the V 2 weeks ago), no more sex, drugs and sausage rolls. Danny’s life is whole again and now his focus is retained. If you thought Danny was a force to be reckoned with in the last 2 years of his career during his emotional disarray with having lost his girlfriend in particularly shifty circumstances then just wait until you see the NEW Danny Mainer. With a new lease on life and a new focus of drive and determination as well as the motivation to provide for his girlfriend one can only see things going upwards for Danny but will they? One can crack under great pressure but as we saw a few weeks ago when he defended his International Title against Ms. Sarin Rossi he THRIVES in pressure and one can only assume the sky is the limit as far as Mainer’s career is concerned. With the restaurant business about to go underway. Only thing remains to be said and that is this... Welcome to "The Maine Course"
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 15:59:07 GMT -5
Segment: There's nothing cool about ChileCredit: Showtime That all-too familiar clock ticks down as Showtime's AlphaTron video begins to play. Just as the introduction 'Wow' by Kia Shine begins to play, Showtime burst through the curtain, and he is dressed to impressed, wearing a wine-colored silk shirt and black slacks as well as black –tinted sunglasses and.. of course, the ACW Entertainment title draped over his shoulder. He looks from left and right as he absorbs the cheers (And some boos) from the fans as the rap begins. Look at my hair Look at my shoes Look at my jeans Look at my jewels All you can say is wow... Wow.. All they can say is wow... Wow.. Showtime bends down and then rises back to full height, extending his arms high above him as he holds the title up in the air, and at this time, that’s when the pyro goes off, gold and silver fireworks shooting behind him just as the chorus is repeated with a harder bass-line.Look at my car. Look at my style. When I pull up.. I drive the girls wild.. All they can say is wow.. Wow.. All they can say is wow.. With that cocky swagger, he walks down the ramp until he gets to the ring, climbing onto the apron and rolling underneath the ring before rising up and climbing the turnbuckle, raising both arms into the air. Looking from side to side at the legion of fans, he waves his hands to get them hyped up, yelling, “What time is it?!!” “SHOWTIME!” With a cocky smirk on his face he steps down and pats his title before going and grabbing a microphone.Fans: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! Showtime: It’s finally.. SHOWTIME IN SANTIAGO, CHILE!! The fans erupt and continue to chant for Showtime, but he waves his hands to try to get him quiet.Showtime: Now, I’ve been rather busy as of late, so when I got here in Chile, I was hoping for some bomb ass beans and meat, but all I got was some damn Pastel del choclo.. so I’ve come to the conclusion that this fucking place sucks! You got fucking mountains over here and the most fucked up desert on the planet all in one place. Chile should be renamed Hell on muthafuckin’ Earth! Fans: BOO!! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! Showtime: No, your whole damn country sucks! I’m gonna be real, the only thing good about being in Chile is finally leaving Chile, so you know what? Fuck all of you! Hell, I’ll rather be in Rio with big booty women than be in this dump! So much for cheers.. He’s getting boos in two languages now, but it’s not like Showtime really cares. As long as he’s the center of attention , they can boo all they want. Showtime: Now, Showtime’s getting real pissed off here! You better show the Entertainment Champion the respect that he deserves! The Show begins when I walk through that curtain and ends once I leave! Fans: Shut the fuck up! (Clap clap clap clap) Shut the fuck up!! (Clap clap clap clap) Showtime: Haha, bitches. Goes to show that there are losers in every culture, and speaking of losers, Thunder Train.. You think you could sucker punch Showtime and get away with it? Naw, dawg, it don’t work like that! Now you’ve been bitching and complaining about how the Train’s always hungry and how you want my title back. Lets be real. One on one, the only thing the train will be eating is the Kao Dode! You don’t deserve a damn title match against me anyway! I just beat your ass for the title, but I tell you what. I’m a fighting champion, but you gotta prove to me that you deserve a shot, so it will be Showtime and Thunder Train in a soccer match… The fans actually begin to cheer at this announcement until…Showtime: IN RIO DE JANIERO, BRAZIL THIS THURSDAY! Shwotime grins and claps his hands to antagonize the fans that were jeering loudly because of this epic swerve!Showtime: Haha! Rattlesnake has nothing on my swerve! But that ain’t why I’m here. I’m here for one thing.. Jay Zero, it’s finally time, playa! You better have God on speed-dial because you’re gonna need a miracle to get outta here in one piece, bitch! I’m tired of your ass crying about how I cost you a title shot, but I say it’s fair play seeing how it was you that threw me over the top ropes. I say we’re even, homie, but it seems that you got a heavy flow.. And like the bitch you are, I’m gonna drop your ass in the middle of the ring for the One…Two.. Three.. Time’s running out for you, Jay Zero, but for me.. it’s always Showtime! “Wow” by Kia Shine plays as Showtime rolls underneath the ring, making his exit to a more mixed reaction than before.. Most of those cheers turned to jeers, yet there were still a strong following for him as he walks down the ramp. His spirit is still strong, but will it remain that way at the end of the night after he finally faces Jay Zero one on one? Stay tuned to find out...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 15:59:40 GMT -5
Segment: “We all have a Cross to Bear - Part 1” Credit: ~Aj 5/2/08 3:33 P.M. Hundreds of miles over Nevada [Tired, exhausted and his best friend absent from his side, all he really could do was sleep. Even in his dreams he finds no peace.] Aiden Jospeh: ZzZzZzZzZZzz Cynthia Joseph: You are as worthless as your father! Aiden: ZZzZzZzZzZzZzZz Cynthia Joseph: I didn’t give birth to a girl! You are an embarrassment to this family! Aiden: ZzZzz...ZzzzZ....zZZz Cynthia Joseph: If you want to waste your life, that’s up to you. I don’t expect much from you anyway, Aiden. Aiden: ZzZz ........ NO! [His eyes open; the terror is over. The same cannot be said for rattled passengers who have been awakened due to his screams.] Flight Attendant: Sir, is everything alright? [His face turns three shades of red out of abashment.] Aiden: Yes. My apologies, I had a nightmare. [For the rest of the flight he does what he must to ensure he stays awake. There will be no more embarrassing outbursts from him tonight.] - Some time later - [He steps off the plane and proceeds down the tunnel, afraid to even look out the windows that surround him on all sides. He feels nauseous enough as it is and one visual reminder of the town he so loathes might push him over the edge. Making matters worse, the stagnate, stuffy air begins to make him feel light headed and faint. Afraid he is going to pass out, he leans his body up against a nearby wall, closes his eyes and begins breathing in a rhythmic pattern. It has been quite some time since he last had a panic attack and this is not the time to fall back upon old habits.] Aiden: Not now Aiden. Not. Now. [As he tries to comfort himself, he quickly learns that he is never alone, even in this city of sin.] Victor Recesvinto: Aiden, are you alright? [Just as he has done countless times before, Victor steps out of the shadows to provide him solace. The instant their eyes meet, Aiden is whisked back to a moment in time so very long ago ... ] ~ Aiden: V-Victor?
Victor: Aiden, is that you? What the hell is going on? It’s four o’clock in the morning!
[Victor pulls the chain on the lamp that resides near his bed. The second the room becomes illuminated, Victor gasps in terror. There stands Aiden, covered in bruises from head to toe. Feelings of concern overcome him and he rushes to Aiden’s side.]
Victor: Aiden, what happened to you?!
Aiden: S-S-She...
[He cannot speak of the horrors, not matter how hard he forces his mouth to. Distraught, Aiden collapses onto his knees and begins to weep uncontrollably. Victor wraps his arms around him in an embrace and holds him tightly.]
Victor: Shhhhhh, it’ll be alright. I promise.
~ [With a blink of an eye, Aiden returns from his state of deja vu.] Aiden: But it never was alright, was it Victor? [Obvious not a passenger during Aiden’s “trip,” Recesvinto looks at him quite perplexed.] Victor: Huh? What are you talking about Aiden? Aiden *turning away*: Nothing. Victor: Are you sure? Do you need to sit down for a while? Aiden: No. [Pause] No I’m fine. Victor: Alright then. Come, I’m parked outside. [The two men venture outside into the sweltering Vegas heat. There, Victor directs Aiden to an black Escalade that gleams underneath the sun like a beacon of light. As he steps inside, Aiden can see that just like himself, Victor has done well over the last few years. It comes at no surprise; the two have been engaged in a friendly game of “follow the leader” since they’ve known one another.] Victor: Do you want to stop by your old house? [Aiden answers victor through a look of incredulity.] Victor: Sorry, I should have known better. Aiden: Let’s just get this over with. [Following Aiden’s command, Victor puts the SUV in drive and speeds away to Valley Hospital Medical Center located within the heart of the city.] [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:00:14 GMT -5
Segment: "It's Time Once Again" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Rattlesnake has only been in the ring a couple of times since he lost at Ragnarok. He was in a tag team match with Sarin and in the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale disguised as the Revolutionary.
But Ragnarok was the last one on one encounter he had had with anyone. Tonight, just days after his birthday, he steps into the ring with someone he knows, someone he's had history with. That man is BK London.
Two years ago, the two of them faced off for the first time and it led to an epic hardcore match at Spring Into Hell.
Rattlesnake: Tonight, I will take place in a match that needs no build up. Two years ago I was put into a match against BK London. I was all fresh-faced and new. The odds were against me. Everyone thought that BK London would obliterate me in the ring. But they were wrong.
Rattlesnake walks into view, his face drenched with sweat, his breaths long and deep.
Rattlesnake: That night there was a shock seen 'round the world. That night BK London fell victim to the Snake. That night I stood triumphant over the former ACW World Champion. It was a glorious feeling.
It almost felt like the impossible had been accomplished. But that was then and this is now. Now it's totally different. The events of two years ago still echo in Rattlesnake's mind.
Rattlesnake: I stand here on the verge of the revolt. Many people stand in my way. My goal is clear. And it all starts with BK London.
Rattlesnake takes a step to the left and holds his hand out.
Rattlesnake: Now don't get me wrong. I like being in a match where I can kick-start my quest to become the World Champion. It's been my goal from day one. It will continue to be my goal until I accomplish it or am deemed unable to continue.
He retracts his hand and takes a few steps to the right. The intensity in his voice builds up. He speaks more clear than he ever has before.
Rattlesnake: But make no mistake, my goal and my intention have been made loud and clear. Anyone that gets in my way will find themselves a victim of my revolution. My advice to you is to not get near me. Don't approach me. Don't piss me off. Don't think you can get away with anything if you even try. You haven't got a ghost of a chance when you make a mistake with me.
He was on a roll now. All this time he was mentally preparing himself for his match with BK London. He wanted to repeat that very first encounter from two years ago. But will he?
Rattlesnake: But as for you BK London. Tonight you find yourself in a position that no one else has yet. You're the first person to stand face to face with me, without a mask, without any anonymity. As much as I respect you, you are part of the filth that has desecrated these hallowed halls. It's about time someone came in and cleaned this place up.
Rattlesnake inches in towards the camera.
Rattlesnake: Everyone here is on the list to be cleansed. But BK, I'm afraid you're on the top and you'll be the first person to fall to the Revolutionary Cleansing.
Rattlesnake shoves the camera away. The camera swings around and crashes into the wall, breaking the live feed. The scene goes straight to black.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:00:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Jay Zero vs. 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper (Credit: Showtime) Scientific wrestling, this will not be. For the last month, both men have been at each other’s throats. Starting with Showtime’s weekly insults at Jay until Jay finally had enough and attacked him, these two finally have a chance to end this bitter rivalry. Both men meet in the center of the ring and get in each other’s faces. Showtime: You made the biggest mistake of your life, punk!Jay Zero: And you just made the last one you’ll ever make.. punk!Showtime didn’t seem all too pleased with Jay’s words, pie-facing his opponent, but Showtime gets the taste slapped out of his mouth! The fans start to “Ooooooh”, and it’s on! Showtime waistlocks Jay and slams him down to the mat MMA-style before mounting him and going in for elbow strikes, but Jay quickly rolls on top and begins to lay forearm after forearm into Showtime’s face. Both men try to roll around for position. until they get tangled up into the ropes, forcing the referee to break them up. Jay rises to his feet as Showtime knees up, backing up as if he’s going to give the Entertainment Champion a clean break.. but of course he doesn’t, sizing Showtime up before delivering a trifecta of stiff kicks to the chest that seems to have done nothing more than wake Showtime up. Showtime blocks another attempt at a kick before rising up and lighting Jay’s chest up with a series of stiff knife-edge chops that got the fans Woooooing! After snapmaring Jay down to the mat, Showtime sits his opponent up before giving Jay a hard soccer style kick to the back that caused Jay’s body to arch. Seeing this as a prime opportunity to pull off something big, Showtime runs and then bounces off the ropes.. only to be monkey flipped back to the canvas. As soon as the Second Coming member stumbles back to his feet, Jay hits him with a snap head scissors takedown and then makes Showtime eat a MULTIPLE ROTATION SATELLITE HEADSCISSORS INTO AN ARMDRAG as soon as both men are back up, causing the Entertainment champion rolling out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Showtime rests his back against the guardrail as Jay positions himself for a big move and then quickly runs up to the top turnbuckle before leaping to the floor with a big flying crossbody, eliciting a “HOLY SHIT” chant from the fans! Holy shit is right because while Jay managed to knock Showtime down with that move, Jay’s shoulder hit the top of the steel barricade hard ad the slow motion instant replay shows. Both men are slow to get back to their feet, but Showtime gets the advantage after a well-placed uppercutting Super kick he dubs the Cooper Kick to Jay’s hurt shoulder before waistlocking Jay and sending his back crashing into the guardrail! Showtime drapes Jay’s hurt limb over the steel and then climbs up to the apron. Showtime: What time is it?!!Fans: SHOWTIME!And it was, Showtime leaping down from the apron.. and getting his neck guided down onto the top of the guardrail thanks to Jay! Ouch.. Freakin’ ouch. Showtime rolls onto the floor while holding onto his neck as Jay tries to shake the feeling back into his arm, grabbing Showtime and sending his face crashing onto the apron before rolling him back into the ring before going for the first cover of the match. ONE…..
TW-KICKOUT!! Too early in the match for that! Showtime is on all fours, trying to get back to his feet, but Jay zeroes in on the back of Showtime’s hurt neck, stomping him back down with a series of hard boots only to pick the Entertainment Champion up and hook his arms for the crisp snap suplex and floats over for another pin attempt. ONE…..
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KICKOUT!! As Showtime tries to get back to his feet, Jay cockily slaps hip on the top of his head, and surprisingly, this is met with a few boos and a series of elbows to the gut courtesy of the Entertainment champ. The last elbow rocks Jay hard enough to send him stumbling back to the ropes, but he quickly bounces back and rocks Showtime with a hard boot to the face! Seeing this as a prime opportunity to get the pin after that hard kick to the face, Jay makes another cover! ONE….
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TH-KICKOUT!! Frustrated with another kickout, Jay takes a different route with the submission, locking Showtime in a modified version of the dragon sleeper with Jay’s knee applying pressure to the back of Showtime’s neck. Desperately, Showtime tries to fight out of the submission as the referee checks on him. Referee: Give up?Showtime: HELL NO! And hell no is right because Showtime leans back and hits the top of Jay’s head with a series of unorthodox knee strikes while still in the submission hold before rising back up and hoisting Jay over his shoulder for the powerslam.. However, Jay quickly escapes from the situation with an arm drag that causes Showtime to roll towards the corner and rises up, leaning his back against it as Jay charges in towards him… only to get thrown over the top rope! Fortunately, Jay manages to hang on for dear life and land on the apron. Still feeling the effects of the attack on his neck, Showtime slowly turns around to see Jay still on his feet, but Showtime tries to put an end to that with a forearm shot.. that gets blocked and counted with an eye poke! With his opponent temporarily blinded, Jay takes this chance and slingshots in with the head scissors that sends Showtime back to the mat.. but his wasn’t for long because as soon as Jay tries to charge back in for Showtime, some of that martial arts prowess shows because Showtime lays a hard SPIN KICK that hits Jay’s banged up shoulder right on the money! While Jay’s too busy holding onto his injury, Showtime sees this as prime opportunity to live up to his namesake, t-boning Jay and spinning to send Jay’s arm crashing into the turnbuckle with an Exploder suplex, with Jay’s shoulder crashing hard onto the canvas! Showtime crawls over to his opponent and goes for the cover! ONE…
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TH-NO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:01:34 GMT -5
Jay’s foot is on the rope! After this failed attempt to pick up the win, Showtime cranks it up into overdrive, pulling Jay up and Irish whipping him to the opposite corner.. and KTFO’s (Cartwheel into Shining Wizard to a cornered opponent) Jay before snapmaring his prone opponent and laying his arm out, jumping up and delivering the DOUBLE STOMP to Jay’s arm! No Bruce Lee battlecry this time. Showtime quickly goes for another cover! ONE…
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T-NO! Another nearfall! But wait.. Showtime quickly grabs Jay’s injured arm and locks on the CROSS ARMBREAKER! Smartly, Jay tries to keep Showtime from hyper-extending the arm by clinching his hands together, but Showtime finally gets the better of him. Too bad Jay is too close to the ropes and quickly gets his foot underneath the bottom rope, the referee going in to force the break-up. Showtime begins to argue with the referee.. for god knows whatever reason, but this provides Jay with the perfect opportunity to turn things around, which he does with a Zero-Sen Kick! With both exhausted competitors on the mat, the referee initiates the ten-count! ONE…
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SE-WAIT! Jay’s using the turnbuckle to help himself up while Showtime gets up on all fours. Taking a big chance, Jay climbs to the turnbuckle for his rolling spear.. but it’s Showtime that does the rolling with a palm strike straight to Jay’s jaw. After Showtime scales the turnbuckle, he drops Jay down with a Northern Lights Suplex and immediately locks on another cross armbreaker to complete the HYPER KILL-QUICK COMBO ’08!! Flailing in an attempt to try to fight out of the move, Jay’s screaming out as Showtime wrenches the submission in. Showtime: TAP, BITCH! TAP!Jay Zero: FUCK YOU! And Showtime was about to get fucked over.. Zero rolls around and pins Showtime’s shoulders down. ONE…
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T-NO! The submission is broken up just to keep Showtime from losing the match in such a manner! Seeing how he can’t even submit the guy by targeting the injury, the Entertainment champ waits for his opponent to get up, and as soon as Jay does so, Showtime leaps up and hits Jay with the KAO DODE!! Or he would’ve if Jay didn’t catch him in mid-air and hoist Showtime atop his shoulders before dropping him down with the ZERO DARKNESS!! (Quickly executed Death Valley Driver) Showtime lands hard on the back of his head, jarring his already damaged neck before Jay Zero goes for the pin! ONE…
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THRE-NO!!! Desperately, Showtime rolls up the right shoulder! The fans couldn’t believe it! Jay Zero couldn’t believe it! Jay kneels up, looking as if he’s wondering what in the hell he needs to do to finally put the Entertainment Champion down! Pulling up the dazed Showtime who seemed to have a glazed over look in his eyes and hoists Showtime up for another ZERO DARKNESS.. but Showtime desperately elbows Jay’s injured shoulder, screaming out as he desperately tries to fight for his life. Finally, Jay drops Showtime behind him, and Showtime pulls Jay by the hair and sends Jay’s hurt shoulder down onto Showtime’s knee! Leaning back up Jay holds onto his shoulder… and turns around right into the KAO DODE (Jumping Muay Thai Knee Strike) that sends Jay flipping into mid-air! Showtime, gasping for air, lays his back on Jay’s body and hooks the leg. ONE….
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THRE-NO!!!
Only two! Only two! Showtime is livid! He sits up, eyes nearly bulging out of his head because Jay kicked out of his patented move! The fans didn’t know who they wanted to win now! Dueling “Lets go Zero” “Lets go Showtime” chants fill the arena as Showtime paces around the ring, plotting his next move. After that devastating knee kick, Jay is slow to get up. But after trying for a while, Jay finally reaches his feet and is met with a couple big forearm shots. Showtime leaps into the air and knocks Jay back down to the mat with a big dropkick. The Entertainment Champion is definitely in the driver’s seat. Showtime jumps to his feet and pumps his arms all ready to go. Jay slowly makes it up to his feet but is IMMEDIATELY met with a COOPER KICK right to the jaw! Jay hits the mat like a sack of bricks, and this one is as good as over! However – before Showtime can capitalize and make the cover… ”Delivery” by Babyshambles blasts on the PA – shocking all of Santiago, Chile! It’s none other than your favorite superstar ACW has to offer! Libertines! He makes his way out onto the stage to mixed reactions from this audience. However one person that’s definitely not pleased to see him is “Showtime” Ryan Cooper. In the ring he stares at Libertines, both angry and confused. Libertines keeps making his way down the rampway as his music begins to fade out. As it does, Showtimes yelling is much more louder and we can begin to hear what he’s saying. Libertines just smiles at Cooper and motions for him to turn around. Not realizing what his opponent has been doing – he turns around straight into a diving wheel kick by Zero, taking down Cooper! He hops to his feet and sprints across the ring! He springboards off the second rope, nailing a Zero Gravity perfectly! He hooks the legs! ONE...
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DING DING DING! “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode hits the sound system as Jay rolls to his feet throwing his arms up in victory! Outside the ring, Libertines just begins to laugh before slowly sliding in underneath the bottom rope as Showtime is helped out of the ring by officials after the hard-fought match-up that got tainted because of outside interference. Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by pinfall! Jay Zero!The officials help Showtime to the back while the Libertines now has a microphone in hand. Libertines: You know what? I’m sick and tired or being at the end of all your jokes Showtime! You talk too much, and look where its gotten you! Back tracking your way out of here with a loss! Jay grabs the microphone from Libertines. Zero: Hey! Hey Cooper! Congrats on the title win and everything – but face facts! Jay Zero always was, and always WILL be better than you! So next time you decide to mistreat my name on your little Weekly Reviews, think twice! But forget him! Listen up people! You all asked for spice, right? You wanted Jay to try something new, huh? Well last week Jake Cheng and Ginger both basically called me boring so I thought to myself – what could shakes things up? What would make me interesting again? Then it came to me! Why not reach out and form a new friendship? Why not pair up the two most unlikely guys in ACW?
So that’s what I did!
Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to the newest tag team in ACW! Jay Zero! And Libertines! And right now, I’m guaranteeing! That with us two – you’ll never, EVER know what to expect! Watch out Fashion Express! You just got some competition! ”Personal Jesus’ hits the PA again, and Jay drops the microphone. He and Libertines both raise up their arms as the scene begins to fade out to a break. ---What the hell just happened!?! (OOC: Post-match events credit to Showtime and Jay Zero,)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:02:16 GMT -5
Segment: Time To Get Fresh! (Credit: Steele) We return from our commercial break, and the arena has fallen into silence, awaiting their next segment, or match. The wait isn’t too long as the music of Jake Steele begins to play…“Ironman” by Black Sabbath slowly creeps in the speaker system as "Revolution" & "S.E.X" flashes across the screen moving in and out in a funkadelic motion. The main riff kicks in and Jake Steele steps onto the stage with valet Roxxi LaVouche right next to him. 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". Steele walks over to the ropes and slides his hand out, telling the stagehand to give him a mic, and he quickly obliges. Jake grabs the mic and he puts the mic to his lips, getting ready to speak his mind, while Roxxi watches on.Jake Steele: Welcome Santiago, Chile… To Warfare… Is… Steele!The fans cheer at the cheap pop by Jake Steele, and the reference to a certain “Lion Hearted” superstar in another federation.Jake Steele: Now, I’m here in AlphaWorld once again, to bring da’ funk and excitement to ya‘ll. And what better way to do that than ta’ bring in the master of funk himself? This man has managed many to the top, in GWF, he managed a former friend of mine, Jeff James. In other feds he fought his way to the top, and showed all why he should not be looked down upon, despite his ethnicity, or way of talkin‘. If ya’ll don’t know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout then ya’ll is out of the loop… I’m talkin’… MINT… E… FRESH!“Because I Got High” by Afroman blasts through the PA System, as Mint E. Fresh comes stepping out of the entrance curtains, with his pimp cane and a array of bitches by his side, he walks down the entrance ramp, laughing at everybody who knows who he is, because they are trying to boo, but his pimp status blocking it heavily. He reaches the ring, and tells his bitches to open the ropes for him, so he can step inside. They do, and he enters the ring, smashing his pimp cane to the ground, which signals the bitches to bow at his feet, as he unsheathes his pimp cane which shows a microphone, with a metallic afro on it, he puts the mic just at his mouth and speaks on it.Mint E. Fresh: Listen up mah bitches!The crowd gives out a mixed reaction, a huge one at that. Mint E. takes it in, being happy that he is back in the wrestling ring, and away from a certain wrestlers ways.Mint E. Fresh: First of all Steele, dis’ nigga right here hangs on the thankies fo’ sho.Jake Steele: Hush hush wit‘ all ‘dat praise shit., gravy train stay on the travel plan, and we need ‘dat nigga brah.Mint E. Fresh: Aight nigga… my contract said I wouldn’t have to make a fool of myself talking like ‘dis.Jake Steele: We had to make one joke about Jeff James, right?Mint E. Fresh: Yeah, yeah fo’ sho. Now, sliding to the left. I’m here thanks to my brotha’ Steele, he called me up and said down in ACW, we got some shit to handle. He told me a couple niggas was talkin’ smack, and we had to make ‘dem shut dey’ traps, so ‘dats what I’m here to do… *Long pause while the fans cheer on Mint E.* May 12th. My brotha’ Steele, and his main damie’ Mainer. Dey’ planning’ on winnin’ two championships on one night. One from “Showtime” Ryan Cooper, and Jon Taylor. Steele, come here…Steele walks over to Mint E. as Mint E. puts his arm around Steele, looking into his eyes, about to give him a lecture. Mint E. Fresh: Listen brah… You got a chance… a chance to become Mr. Entertainment. And ya’ got a chance to help Mainer become a two-time International Champion. Ya’ cannot let anything get in your way, and bein’ your new manager, I won’t let shit get in ya’ way. Ya’ smell me?Jake Steele: I ain’t gonna’ let you down man. I got ya’ back just like ya’ got mine.Mint E. Fresh: Good. Now… A… C… W. Ya’ know where we goin’?…
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TOP!Jake Steele: Because it may take one man to make a impact, but it takes a clique to start a revolution. Mint E. Fresh, Jake Steele, Danny Mainer, Roxxi LaVouche, ANTHRAX… This is a true movement in ACW. A movement that can’t be stopped. May 12th… is just 1 week away… and when that time comes, nothing will stop The Maine Event. Because we ALWAYS…
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SHOW!“Good To Me” by G-Unit begins to play, as the group exit’s the ring to a huge amount of cheers. This is what ACW is about, movements, and The Maine Event is here to stay.[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:03:33 GMT -5
Segment: An Unwanted Proposal Credit: Jon Taylor, Scott Andrews
The scene opens up to a view of the locker room section backstage. There doesn't seem to be too much activity about, though in ACW that can all change in a blink of an eye. Our focus appears to be outside the locker room of the recently returned Scott Andrews. True to words, after a few moments a man can be seen making his way through the corridor of which Scott Andrews' locker room is located; it is "The Ultimate Competitor" Jon Taylor. Taylor is in casual attire; wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the text "The Second Coming of ACW is here..." on the front. Of course, he also has his International Title slung over his left shoulder, matched with his trademark smirk, no doubt. Taylor stops outside the door of the locker room which belongs to Andrew. He looks at the door, smiling to himself. He adjusts his belt slightly before opening the door and making his way inside, unannounced. As Taylor makes his way inside a surprised Andrews looks up to see he has company. Andrews looks annoyed to have an uninvited visitor and looks to confront Taylor, who merely stands looking at Andrews.
Scott Andrews: What the hell?! Hey! Aiden Joseph's room is that way, now get your male escort ass outta here! Who are you anyway?
As Andrews looks at him, bewildered, Taylor can only continue to smirk, hiding his anger at Scott's attempt to infuriate him. He came for a reason.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You don't know? Why, I'm the two-time International Title holder, The Ultimate Competitor; Jon Taylor!
Scott Andrews: Yeah? Well I'm the one time ass kicking title holder. So you better tell me why you decided it'd be a smart idea to barge in on me while I'm watching my Metalocalypse DVD.
Some people in the crowd pop at the mention of the cult cartoon series.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Oh, my bad. I apologize for my unexpected visit, I just thought I would take it upon myself to wish the great Scott Andrews back to ACW!
Scott Andrews: Well thanks a lot, but I'm missing the part where they go supermarket shopping...send me some flowers and chocolate or something...Why didn't you just wait till you saw me in the hall or something rather than bursting into someone you don't even know's locker room?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Such insult! Of course I know who you are! You're the two-time former Light Heavyweight Champion and Tag Team Champion, Scott Andrews!
Scott Andrews: Yeah, yeah, stop kissing ass - what year did I make my debut in ACW?
Taylor appears to have been caught out. Andrews smiles as Taylor struggles to come up with answer.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Oh fuck it. I actually came here to make an interesting proposal to you. You know who I am, I presume?
Scott Andrews: Yeah, you’re the man who took Senator's International Title...and then lost it to Fallen Souls...
Andrews continues to smile, obviously not seeing Taylor as a threat, more like someone to mess with.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: And won it back I'll have you know!
Taylor gestures to his title on his shoulder.
Scott Andrews: Oh. I never noticed the big, gold, shiny International Title sitting on your shoulder. So what do you want?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well, on Warfare I couldn't help but notice your...hostile nature to Old Man Phillips. Now, I completely agree with you; he's a senile old pussy who couldn't take on The Ultimate Competitor if his life depended on it! I also couldn't help but notice you wanted revenge on his little followers as well...
Taylor pauses, possibly waiting for a response from Andrews.
Scott Andrews: First of all I never said he couldn't kick your ass, because he probably could. Secondly, yes, I do want a little piece of Senatorial ass kicking pie. Thanks for noticing. But what does this have to do with you?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What does this has to do with me?...WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ME?! Haven't you been watching ACW this past month? The old cunt has been dodging me every single fucking week! Just like you I want to crush him and his stable so bad that the words "Senatorial Stable" should never be muttered in an ACW arena ever again! Now, I know you're a talented competitor, a smart one at that - but come on there's 6 of them, do you really think you can take them all out?! Now, I may be The Ultimate Competitor but even for me and my stable that's a daunting task...well not really, they're just puss-- more cautious!
Scott Andrews: So what you're really saying is you want me to join your stable and we can take them out together?
A grin appears on the face of Taylor, though Andrews has a somewhat sinister smirk.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Yes that's exactly what I'm saying, Scott!
Scott Andrews: No thanks.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: What?! Why not! You can't seriously think you have a chance against them by yourself, I'm trying to help you out here!
Scott Andrews: Sure you are, but I've done the whole stable thing before, and you can see how it turned out...
Taylor seems to be going into panic mode now his proposal seems to have been turned down.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: That doesn't mean it will turn out the same this time, Scott! Each Second Coming member is talented in their own right, we don't let every jobber in like the Senatorial Stable does!
Scott Andrews: As I said, thanks for the offer but this is something I have to do for myself, on my terms, like everything else. Sorry, but I have a prior engagement I must see to. See ya round, Taylor.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: But!
And before Taylor can say another word Andrews calmly walks passed him towards the door, opening it and exiting leaving Taylor on his own.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: ...son of a bitch!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:04:19 GMT -5
Segment: Ballad of the Beast (Credt: FSX) Sweet and bitter moments are usually the sort that spend time close to one another, and this situation was no different. In fact, it might of been more of the same then many were prepared for! They flow together as if they are within a beautiful dance, though they are the worst of enemies. It's a situation like this that has produced every Disney movie made in the past few years, and will continue to produce them far into the future. Quite simply put the best things always occur for one as the worst are occurring for another, and it's a fate that will never be fair until the end of time. But it will constantly work that way as the status quo demands it, and we all must learn to deal with such a painful fate. One that is so hard to understand, but constantly taking place...like right now! Quite the lead in, no? Yes, you see it appears that both Fallen and Will have made their way to wherever it was they were headed, and their relationship still needs some clear work. Though they don't have the bitter tension that stands now between Fallen and Senator, or the zany tension that stands between Fallen and Taylor, there is little doubt that tension is there. As Fallen looks around his new surroundings curiously he pays little mind as Will disappears from sight. Could this be a trap?FSX: So what is this supposed to be, some kinda secret base of operations? It's not very fancy...in fact, it almost seems pointless that you dragged me all the way here to hear your idea...Will? Realizing that he'd been abandoned there in the room momentarily, Fallen sighs softly as he takes a look around the area and appears to be growing bored with it fast. As it almost appears as if Will has already left, Fallen doesn't seem to feel bad about leaving before things got weird within the room. Unfortunately that didn't take very long, and the power to the room was soon cut!FSX: Thus the drama begins. If this is another one of your stupid ideas that will get me trapped in some cage again for hours I'm leaving. Come on, just tell me what's going on? Anger: You'll see in a minute! Just wait right there! FSX: Damn it Will! I don't have time for your little games, I could be brooding in private! Anger: Just trust me and wait! This is genius, I promise! Realizing he didn't really have much a choice to begin with, seeing that he couldn't navigate in the dark without running into something that he's greatly regret running into, Fallen just sighed softly to himself and silently stood their in the middle of the room as it appeared nothing was to appear. After a few more moments of awkward silence it seems that Fallen has finally had enough of this and is prepared to do something about it...which is the cue for the lights to flash back on.FSX: What the hell was the point of all that? Standing in the dark for thirty seconds was supposed to teach me what, exactly? Anger: That anyone could appear at any moment, and that your good buddy Anger just solved your World Title problem! FSX: ...How exactly?! All you did was turn off the lights! Just how did you solve my problems? Because I stood in the dark I'm suddenly the number one contender? Is that your master plan or something, Will? Because that's damn stupid! Growing quite frustrated with all of this, Fallen seems more eager to leave the room then he is to keep dealing with all of the random horrors that people keep putting him through. Seeing that there didn't even appear to be a point to this one, there was little chance that Fallen would stick around and see what would happen next!Anger: Just hold on a minute! That's not exactly the case...well...the way your talking I'm starting to think your not going to like my plan after all. FSX: I came all the way to this secluded area where no one could hear me scream, you can at least go ahead and tell me what it is! Beginning to wander around the room as he searched for just where Anger was hiding away and speaking to him, all that Fallen managed to find was a chair with a sheet over it. Quite sure that Will wasn't stupid enough to hide under a sheet and pretend he was furniture, Fallen hesitantly reached forward and took a hold of the sheet. Pulling it away, all he found was an intercom...Staring at it blankly for a moment, Fallen simply shook his head and began to make his way back to the door.FSX: Fucking ridiculous... Anger: Just hold up a second, Fallen! I'll tell you! It'sjust...it's not so much a what as it is a who. You see, I figure you can claim the Yoko Satoshi world title shot from EOTR...all you have to do is defeat Yoko! FSX: Wait...what?! Are you telling me that you put me in a room with the Yokoberg and expect me to fight for her shot?! Anger: Well...sort of. YOoOOoOOOooOOOooUU!! [/b] The echoing cry of the devil suddenly flooded the room! Not sure just what it was or where it was coming from Fallen could only drop to his knees and cover his ears desperately as he tries to escape the horribly sound. Hearing the screeching echo flood the room once again, a petrified and pained Fallen slowly tried to pin point just where the horrible sound was coming from, spotting a silhouette in the distance.FSX: Oh god...are you trying to kill me?!?! What the hell is that?! Anger: Soulja boy, tell him! FSX: Wait a second..oh god, you have to be fucking kidding me. Let this fad die and play some better music Will! Anger: No, Soulja boy! Literally tell him! Staring off to the form in the distance, Fallen seems to slowly tilt his head and gawk in a certain awe at whatever it was, his face slowly contorting to a look of shock and horror at what he sees. How horrible could it possibly be? As the camera slowly pans over to the sight, it soon becomes quite evident that Fallen could be vomiting and people wouldn't be blaming him. Low and behold as standing there in all of her joy is Yoko Satoshi!...sort of! It appears as if someone has simply slapped her old school girl outfit on the worst one hit wonder of 2007, Soulja Boy...and he's cranking dat...oh god.Soulja: Watch my crank it! Watch me roll! Watch me crank dat Yokoberg, then Superman dat hoe! FSX: Please...please just make it stop! Someone give me a gun and let me shoot myself in the face! I'd say just let me go deaf but then I'd still have the mental image of him gyrating his hips in a short skirt! Let me die! Be merciful and let me die! Anger: Now is your chance, Fallen! All you have to do is strike him down and the shot is yours! FSX: I'm going to fucking kill you Will! I'm going to kill you so bad that you won't even know your dead! I'll rip your eyes out and make you watch yourself die, you son of a bitch! Beginning to rock back and forth from the mental breakdown he was experiencing from the scene in front of him, Fallen seemed unable to shut his eyes as he couldn't help but gawk at the sight. Something about it was so entrancing..though he had no idea just what about it was. Feeling vomit begin to make it's way up his throat, he gasped in horror and began to back up against the wall as Soulja Boy began to crank closer and closer to him. If he caught an up skirt shot....his brain might literally explode.FSX: I don't think I can do this. It scares me...it scares me so much! Please make it stop! Soulja Boy: I got me some bathing apes! FSX: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Seeming to literally snap due to the situation that was presented before him, and having a desperate desire to block any possible visualization of just what bathing apes might mean, Fallen suddenly lunged himself forward and took Soulja Boy to the ground. Grimacing and trembling as he finds himself straddling him, he shudders and quickly gets off of him, closing his eyes tightly and racing out of the door as it's clear he would lose his mind if he spent another moment in that room.Anger: Fallen! Wait! Your supposed to crank dat and get your title shot! One has to wonder what Anger's intent was with all of this, but it should be clear that he will suffer for what he has done. In fact, death would not be enough of a punishment for creating such a horrific celebrity cameo. There will have to be hell to pay for such a thing taking place, the only question is when..?
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:04:47 GMT -5
Segment: So Much for Therapy… (Credit: Showtime, Jon Taylor)
Great... Just great. A competitive match-up gets ruined because of interference by.. by the muthafucking LIBERTINES! Showtime’s holding an icepack to his neck while sweat drips down his body after that intense match with Jay Zero while Jon Taylor’s with him wearing his street clothes. The Entertainment Champion’s obviously pissed off by the outcome of the match, and Taylor’s… well, he’s pissed because he’s Jon Taylor.
Showtime: Man, did you see that shit?!
Taylor: Of course! Those cheating cunts!
Showtime: That little shit stuck his nose in my match, and Jay had the nerve to spit all that boomchatta afterwards? My head was still ringing heading to the back, but I know he was talking mad shit! Well, one thing’s for sure. I’m taking care of this right now!
Oh, a door! Lets pull a Limelight and smash it in! Both Taylor and Showtime kick the door in, revealing none other than a startled Chairman Gingerdude.
Ginger: What in the hell do you think you two are doing?
Showtime: Man, you saw that shit that went down out there?! That punk Jay Zero pulled a fast one on me! I had that damn match won until his lil’ bitch came out there!
Ginger: I’m sorry, Mr. Cooper, but even I'm surprised by it. There's nothing that could've been done.
Showtime: BOOOLSHIT! Come on, dawg. You got security out there. How the hell did that shit happen?
Ginger: Hey, things happen. Now, I’m sorry you lost the match, but there’s no possible way that I could’ve known what Jay and the Libertines had planned.
Showtime: Oh, you didn’t? You’re the goddamn chairman! Do something about it!
Ginger: First off, you kicked my door in, and then you tell me that I better do something about this? I think you’re forgetting who signed your contract, Mr. Cooper.
Taylor: Bullshit, that's what this is! You’re just looking the other way like usual because you want the Second Coming out of ACW! You tried to screw us over at FH, and you tried to screw over Showtime tonight. Well, tough shit Gingertwat because your plan failed when we won the Entertainment and International Titles on Meltdown!
Ginger: Taylor, you’re being paranoid as usual. There is no big conspiracy to hold down the Second Coming. I think that you all are a bunch of talented guys, one of the most talented group of young guys that I’ve seen for quite some time.
Showtime: Spare us the bull, man! You booked me in a triple threat last week just to win the Entertainment title when Red ain’t do a damn thing for it.. and I still managed to win it! Then, after both JT and me won our belts, you immediately put us in this damn all-or-nothing crap.. with our titles on the line! What kind of shit is that?!
Ginger: Look. I’m giving the fans the most exciting match I can. Danny Mainer is one of the biggest names in the company, and Jake Steele is a talented up-and-comer here.
Taylor: HAHA! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH! Danny Mainer one of the biggest names in ACW? Next you'll be telling me Libertines is Main Event material! Steele isn't anything special either, may I add. It's just yet another piss poor plan designed to screw over The Second Coming!
Ginger: That should be the last thing on your mind.. I believe you two have a match that you need to prepare for next week.
Gingerdude smirks and props his elbows on his desk, looking up at Jon Taylor with that condescending expressing that was causing Taylor’s anger meter to go higher… higher… higher. OH SHIT! Taylor lounges over the desk towards Gingerdude who was ready to retaliate, but Showtime quickly grabs Taylor, pulling him away from the chairman despite having a hard time doing so after that grueling match-up.
Ginger: IF YOU HIT ME, I’LL NOT ONLY FIRE YOU, BUT I’LL MAKE SURE TO RUIN YOU!
Taylor: Fuck you, Gingertwat! You think you're all powerful sitting behind you desk, controlling the company, controlling the fans? Well I got news for you, Gingertwat. One day your time will come, and then we won't hesitate in kicking the living shit out of your sorry ass!
Ginger: And I’ll put this in words that you can understand, Mr. Taylor.. I won’t hesitate to fire your bitch ass. Did that manage to get through that thick head of yours?
Showtime could barely hold his stablemate back, but he managed to pull Taylor far enough away so that damage to Gingerdude would be minimized.
Showtime: Chill, JT! It ain’t worth it, man!
Taylor: You try telling that to X, after all Gingertwat screwed him out of a World Title Shot! But hey, I guess if he hadn't of done it at Fallen Heroes he'd of done it at Omega Effect instead!
Showtime: I know, man, I know!
Showtime looks back as he drags Taylor away who kicks over a chair.. and a flower pot… and punched the door on the way out, but Showtime has a few words for the chairman.
Showtime: So that’s how it is? Aight, fuck it! We’ll play things your way and show you and everyone else that the Second Coming ain’t no Entourage: WE’RE HERE TO STAY!
-Fade out-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:06:34 GMT -5
Segment: Bittersweet Victory (Credit: BK London)
GERMAN SUPLEX!
GERMAN SUPLEX
GERMAN SUPLEX
GERMAN SUPLEX
Four German suplexes manage to keep down the big Locomotive Lightning down as Jerome Carter rolls across the ring ot catch his breath. We're in the middle of the Developmental Do or Die, and neither Kyle the Ohio Kid or Andrew Quail are anywhere in the vicinity. Slowly, Jerome returns to his feet and he awaits Lightning Locomotive to do the same. Eventually the near 300 pounder returns to his feet and he is met with a swift kick into the abdomen. Jerome Carter goes for his trusty Shiranui, looking to end this match right now - but it's countered when he's pushed face first into the turnbuckle. Like a freight train, Locomotive crushes Jerome Carter from behind with a body avalanche he calls 'El Loco-Motive'. The spine of Jerome Carter is nearly crushed upon impact, and he drops down to the mat. But before LL can capitalize, Andrew Quail enters the ring and locks in a Crossface Chickenwing he calls the ''Quail Call'. Quail gets the legs around the torso of LL, taking him down to the mat and referee Tim Dwight asks LL if he wants to quit.
Suddnely Tim Dwight dives out the way as he sees Kyle The Ohio Kid dives off the top rope and scores with his Frog Splash he dubs - 'Hi in the Middle'. As Kyle rises up, holding his abdomen in pain - he turns around and walks right into a Fireman's Carry by Jerome Carter. Grabbing the legs, Carter plants him in the center of the ring with a move he referred to as The Redeemer - a Cross-Legged Samoan Drop.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
The bell rings for this match to end, and Jerome Carter - exhausted - musters enough strength to raise up to his feet. His arm is raised by Tim Dwight, and a huge smile grows across his face. After weeks of being assigned to this hell hole, he finally earned his spot on the ACW roster. BK London would be proud of his nephew if he wasn't too busy training for his match, but he's sure to hear the news before the night is over.
Locomotive Larry, Andrew Quail, and Kyle The Ohio Kid all rise up and they're definitely disappointed in this match, but they know fair and square that they were beat in this match up. Each take their turn to congratulate the young superstar, who's breathing quite hard after that hellacious fatal four way.
Shortly after the other three exit, Tim Dwight appears in the ring with a contract in hand and the eyes of Jerome Carter light up.At this very moment, he's about to sign the contract to one of the biggest feds in the world today - but his world is quickly turned upside down a few seconds after when he's met by an unwelcomed guest.
CHIANG . . . ....THUD!
The camera man who was recording this moment has even been knocked over, but the camera manages to catch this entire scene from the floor.
The steel chain that was behind that noise drops to the ground and now we see two pair of feet walking around the motionless body of Jerome Carter.
From a ground shot, we now see a figure mounting over Jerome Carter and delivering blow after blow to his jaw. The upper half of the body is cut off while seeing this, so we have no idea who's behind this heinous assault. Tim Dwight attempts to step in, but the second pair of legs makes sure to keep him out of this situation. Jerome Carter rolls onto his stomach and now attempts to get up, but he is hit with a vicious kick to his abdomen.
Now the figure who was pummeling Jerome Carter stops.
He walks back over to the chain and kicks Carter over onto his stomach. Suddenly, a second shot with the chain knocks the newest ACW talent out cold, connecting right to the head.
??: Your first lesson in ACW, don't fuck with the wrong people. Let's go Mickey.
Mickey?!
That could only mean one thing.
As both men exit the ring, the camera man manages to grab his camera and he quickly turns towards the door where we see a shot of Adrian Flamingo leaving Dwight's Gym. The camera turns back around to see Jerome Carter being attended to by Tim Dwight as the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:08:12 GMT -5
Match 4: Aiden Joseph vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. AIDEN JOSEPH VS. JONNY HUGES ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Carter Donovan
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“The Shooter” Jonny Hughes Age: 24 Height: 6'1" Weight: 225 lbs. Hometown: Hartlepool, England
Aiden Joseph Age: 30 Height: 6'3" Weight: 240 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California ’Cult of Personality’ begins to play over the AlphaTron to a chorus of boos from the fans as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the stage and poses for the fans before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match.
“Flashing Lights [Instrumental]” by Kanye West begins to bounce itself off of the arena speakers. The lights dim their way to a complete blackout. On the side screens come two letters - “A” & “J.” One would think that the simplicity of this display would not garner much attention but this line of thought is far from the truth. Immediately the crowd turns into a frenzy sea of spectators, practically clamoring over one another to get the perfect view. An explosion heralds the playing of Aiden’s Alpha Tron video. Golden sparks flow down from the top of the big screen onto the stage below - and there he is. Stepping out from the tunnel, he now swims through a sea of gold. Memorized by the experience, he extends his hand outward in front of him and watches the sparks dance upon his skin. Immediately his senses heighten and a euphoria overtakes his body. Calls of “I love you Aiden” emanate from the capacity crowd sounding like a sweet symphony as far as he is concerned. He now stands on top of the ramp way for a few seconds to soak up all the admiration that comes his way. Wanting to touch the thing so many desire, he raises his hand to his mouth and brushes his index finger across his lips. The scene causes mass shrieking from the crowd, loud enough to almost pierce eardrums. He hits the isle with a walk that inserts envy into the hearts of those who despise him. Now ringside, he enters by diving his body underneath the bottom rope. Stopping in the middle of the ring, he drives his groin into the canvas a few times causing another uproar from female fandom. As soon as he rises up from his feet, he turns to the crowd and brushes his hair back to get a better look at them. He continues to entertain and It isn’t until the bell rings that Aiden even realizes that this isn’t just another photo op, but rather a wrestling match.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: As the match starts, Jonny Hughes makes it perfectly clear he has no love whatsoever for the Champion. Rushing him with an usual vigor, the “Shooter” puts his guns away for the moment in favor of some old fashion fisticuffs. Swinging wildy at Aiden’s head, Hughes actually manages to connect onto his face which sends Aiden into a tizzy. Now beside himself, Joseph begins to return the favor, tenfold. Rocking Hughes with an European uppercut, he leaves him open long enough to slap on a STO! Rolling to his feet, Aiden sizes Hughes up for a big boot. Now vertical, Hughes notices Aiden coming in with it and ducks down, grabbing his leg in the process. With a slight turn of his body, Hughes gives the Champion a dragon screw that cranks his knee in a direction is was not meant to go in. Aiden clutches it in pain and Hughes smells blood. Stomping away on the Champion, he takes the upper hand and is extremely merciless in his attack. Lifting Aiden up onto his feet, Hughes softens him up with a standing dropkick. Now in a sitting position, Aiden is in the perfect spot for a COBRA CLUTCH! Hughes locks it on, and with that we head the midpoint of this match up! MATCH MIDPOINT: For the last few minutes, Aiden has struggled to break free of the Clutch and is just inches away in doing so. Grabbing the bottom rope, he finally relieves himself of the pain, albeit temporary. Aiden begins to have flashbacks to the previous match, when Hughes completely outwrestled him and had his body wrapped up in positions he didn’t think were possible. Last time he had Durden in his pocket; tonight he has no such luck. If he is going to get this done, he is going to need to do it all himself. Making matters worse, as he ponders this fact, Hughes has climbed up to the top rope and is now ready to launch off with an ODE TO DYNAMITE! Aiden is given a headache the second Hughes drives his head into his. Feeling as if it might be over, Hughes turns his body onto the Champs and hopes for a three count! He only gets a two and a half before Aiden kicks out! Clutching his hand around Joseph’s neck, Hughes lifts him up onto his feet and gives him a blazing ROARING ELBOW! Aiden drops back down to the canvas and Hughes makes a cover! He gets another two point five and he leaps up angry at Donovan! Blaming him for a slow count, Hughes fails to realize that he is allowing Aiden the time he needs to get back into this match ... MATCH ENDING: As we head towards home, Aiden comes alive! After Hughes misses on a HUGHES SPECIAL, Aiden wraps his arm around him and sends him up, over and back with a REWIND! Stumbling off the ropes, Aiden trips Hughes down and sends him flying out of the ring with an EJECT! Hughes lands hard, and Aiden waits patiently for him to return into the ring! The moment Hughes’ feet hit the apron, Aiden grabs him from the other side of the ropes and yanks him back into the ring! Hughes’ head hits hard and he is instantly stunned, but even through the stars is he able to take Aiden by surprise by going for an ANACONDA CROSS! Aiden backs out and misses being locked in by mere inches! It was a noble attempt by Hughes, but the escape leaves him wide open for attack! Nailing Hughes with a knee, Aiden takes a step back, shrugs his shoulders and does it again to complete the RESHOOT! Jonny is now on dream street and its time for Aiden to bring out his pistols. Hitting the back ropes, Aiden slingshots his body right off of them and leaps up into the air! Now horizontal from the mat, he kicks his legs out and nails Hughes right in the mouth with a kick he calls the SILVER BULLET! Leaping on top of the shooter, Aiden hooks his leg and hopes for victory! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: AIDEN JOSEPH!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:09:09 GMT -5
Segment: Ticking Time Bomb - Management Edition (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in Chairman Gingerdude's room, and like we've seen in the past couple of shows, he looks a lot more flushed than his usual calm demeanour. He's on the phone, to what one assumes must be the charity spokesperson for next Thursday's Charity Football Match.
Gingerdude: Yes, well I can't promise I can...look, I know I have a contract and-yes I know it's for a good cause, but I'm a very busy person!
There's some nattering on the other side of the phone.
Gingerdude: Ugh...okay fine, fine...deal.
He slams the phone down and sinks his head into his hands, sighing to myself, as his secretary walks into his office.
Secretary: Ginger, We've got the buyrates for Fallen Heroes.
Gingerdude: And?
Secretary: Whilst we've apparently beaten WWE's Royal Rumble PPV, and certainly beaten Backlash from this month, we're down from last year's event, and compared with other PPVs this month, it's a bit of an anomaly.
Gingerdude looks up, his face getting as red as his hair. Not out of anger, but more anguish.
Gingerdude: ...Is there any reason for why the buyrates were so low?
Secretary: Well, whilst people were curious about the World Title match, and indeed the two build-up matches, they felt the card length for too short, and that for a 3 hour event we should have had a bigger card.
Gingerdude: ...I was just going by last year. Ratings were good last year.
Secretary: I don't know, but the Shareholders are wanting answers. I know it's just one show, but you know what they're like.
Gingerdude silently looks at the floor, like a schoolkid who's just gotten a bollocking off a teacher.
Gingerdude: Ok...if you excuse me, I need some time alone to think things through.
His secretary gives the slightest of smiles, and leaves for her room. Gingerdude leans back on his chair, taking in a deep breath, and loudly exhaling.
Gingerdude: I'm cracking...PPV buyrates are slumping, the number one contender lost last week, and that could damage Omega Effect buyrates. This King of the Deathmatch stuff is doing my head in. Where the hell can we get? Memphis are fully booked, Philadelphia said no...plus if we do it in America, we have guidelines slapped on us....I need a break from it all.
He swivels on his chair, opening a cabinet and pulling out a bottle of Scotch, pouring himself a glass as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:09:33 GMT -5
Segment: Something so Obvious it's Elusive (Credit: Flamingo)
As the scene slowly faded open, Adrian Flamingo slumped against the outside wall of the arena, welcoming the warm breeze on his sleeveless white shirt. After slowly lighting a cigarette that was hanging from the corner of his mouth, he smirked as he motioned to the thick bloody chain that was draped across his shoulders. His white shirt was smudged with the fading crimson of Jerome Carter's blood but Adrian didn't mind.
Adrian Flamingo: BK London, let me tell you a story. There once was a boy named Adrian who had all the potential, talent, and determination to make something of himself in the world... yet no matter where he turned, there was always a roadblock sitting in his way. In school it was the poor treatment he received from his classmates. At home it was the higher achievements of his sister and the neediness of his alcoholic mother. So, feeling that he wasn't receiving the attention he deserved, he hopped on a plane bound for Mexico City so that he could live out his dreams of becoming a luchador. Well, even in Mexico, he faced roadblocks that prevented him from realizing his full potential... mainly his skin color. So, Adrian hopped back on a plane and signed up with ACW because they had a reputation of appreciating those with true talent. Well, wouldn't you know, they didn't. No, Adrian sat back for over a year and watched opportunity after opportunity slip through his fingers and given to someone else... someone who didn't deserve them.
Adrian calmly took a long drag from his cigarette and pushed the smoke back through his teeth with a smile.
Adrian Flamingo: In fact, Adrian had to watch as title shot after title shot were rewarded to people who didn't have one iota of talent. He had to watch as inferior champions held up title belts that they tarnished just by buckling it up behind their waist. He had to watch as fans hyped up no-name ham and eggers who had no business being in the same company, let alone the same ring as Adrian. It was fine though, Adrian would take his time... he'd wait for his opportunity. Problem is, those opportunities never came... and when they did... he was robbed of them. This is where you come in BK. You know, I really hope you're watching this BK, because this is what you get when you fuck with one of my opportunities. Fallen Heroes! My time to shine... I was the longest person in the match, but something tells me I would've won the damn thing if I was just a few numbers later in the rumble order. Now, whose fault is that, BK?
Adrian grabbed one end of the chain and slowly pulled it off of his shoulders which smeared BK's nephew's blood across Adrian's neck and shoulders.
Adrian Flamingo: Your nephew is a talented kid, BK, a bit mouthy but it comes with the territory. So, since Jerome is so talent and has so much potential, I thought I'd go ahead and introduce him to the chains of midcard purgatory. As you can see, the chains that keep men like myself and your nephew down are big... heavy... thick... and utterly unbreakable. The little prick only got a taste of what I've had to go through during my entire tenure here in ACW... but that's something I wouldn't expect you to understand, London. Do you understand how hard it is to watch these great “champions” on the roster supposedly wrestle the entire time knowing full well that you could give them a run for their money, if not beat them? No, I wouldn't expect you to. See, a guy like BK London can go up to Gingerdude, snap off some one-liners and have a title shot. A guy like Dan White or Nick Durden can come out of retirement and worm their way into getting a shot, regardless of who was next in line! A guy like BK London can get in my way time and time again instead of fading into the background like he's supposed to! Let me tell you, BK, before this is over, one of us won't be around anymore to get in the other's way. Have fun in your match tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:10:44 GMT -5
...You’re Going Along With This? Part 3: The Welsh Water Cooler Credit: Jake Cheng As we return from commercials, the ring is set up for the newest talk show on ACW, The Water Cooler. The props are all set up and the Quadrinity is already sitting behind his new desk. The crowd isn’t to happy about having to see Jake Cheng, but he doesn’t take notice to them and procceds to introduce his guest. Jake: Hello ACWians and welcome to the second episode of The Water Cooler! I am your host, the Asian Extraordinaire, Jake Cheng, and tonight we have a guest who is a good friend of mine and also one of my biggest rivals during my ACW career. His love for sheep is as clear as black and white, The Welsh Dragon, Dan White. There's an applause as "You Think I'm Lonely" by The Horrors hits, and Dan White walks down to the ring, in his "sane" attire. He gets into the ring and Jake stands up, giving his former stablemate and hand shake and invites him to sit in the new armchair. Jake: Dan, my good friend, how have you been? Dan: Peachy, Jake. Just peachy. Jake: I personally am glad to see you back in ACW. Dan: Yep, it's great to be back. Jake: See you assholes, I have friends. So Mr. White, what on Earth possessed you to come back? I mean, you left wrestling eighteen months ago. Why come back to the ring? Dan: Revenge, Jake. Simple as that. Back in October, the Entourage, led by Thunderkiss, brutally assaulted me. So I came back to extract my revenge. Jake: Mission failed. Dan: Fuck off, I did exactly what I wanted to do. Do you not watch shows? I scared the fuck out of him. He's not even the same anymore. And now with this restraining order against me, it means that I've freaked him out as best as I could have done. But I’m done with him. There are plenty of other people in this fed that have screwed me over in the past who I can get revenge on. Jake: Alright there crazy, calm it down. Let’s move on, I hear you are playing in a soccer game on Thursday. Dan: Yeah. It's for charity so I had to consider whether I really wanted to do it. But a chance to play football and not get squashed by two defender that are about 9 feet tall, weigh 500 pounds of pure muscle and are definately not under 14 doesn't sound appealling. Jake *Rolls Eyes*: Sounds exciting. Dan: Yeah, well that's basically because Americans don't understand the concept of a decent sport. Awkward silence. Jake looks at his paper. Jake: So Dan, it says here than one of your goals is to reform the Untouchables. Dan: Well.....it's a long work in process. It won't necessarily happen straight away, or even for a few months. It's just something I'm working on getting together in the future. The Senatorial Stable, my longest rivals, are still in power and with the Entourage bottling it, I feel like it's my duty to shut them down for good. Jake: You can choose five current superstars to reform the stable with, who do you choose? Dan: Well I want to keep things under wraps a little bit. But there's a few old guys I wouldn't mind bringing back. Maybe a couple of new guys too. Jake: Well, keep me in the loop. I wouldn’t mind being a part of the stable you Jonny and I made almost four years ago. Well, Dan, thanks for being on the show. I look forward to meeting you in the ring sometime soon. Dan: The pleasure is all mine. And I look forward to kicking your ass. The sound is cut off as Jake and Dan continue small talk as the camera pans up and away and fading away.
Next Week: BK London
Fade Out.
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