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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:11:29 GMT -5
Segment: What I Am (Credit: Nick Durden)
The scene begins with Nick backstage in his locker. Warfare is yet still far away from beginning. He decided to do a short fifteen minute workout. There’s never a bad time for a workout. He began to jump in place; that’s what he always did before he began working out. He was about to begin a set of jumping jacks when he gets a knock on the locker room door. He sighs, and walks over to it. Who could it be? Nick was in the locker room for all the superstars, where anyone could come in. Of course he was in there by himself, since he was always the first one there. But, if someone’s knocking, it must be a staff member. He opens the locker room door and there’s a man dressed in black pants, with a tight black shirt that had ‘staff’ in small bold white print on the upper left. Nick looked down at the man.
Nick: What’s up, man?
Staffer: Mr. Durden, I have a person here who claims he knows you. But he looks like he lives on the streets, and I didn’t want to send in a bum to see you. But, he claims that it’s important he sees you.
Nick: Where is he?
The staff member grabbed someone and pulled him over, so Nick could see him. The man wore raggedy clothes and once he came close to Nick, Nick smelled a terrible odor. A tear almost escaped Nick’s eye, due to the odor. He had to step back a bit. But when he looked at the man’s face, his jaw dropped. It was definitely a blast from the past. It was his old buddy, Luke. In the past, Nick and Luke always used to light up the ‘fatties’ as they are called and have a grand old time, ‘getting high.’ But that was the past. Nick was done with that now. He wished he would rid his life of it forever. But now, Luke comes back to him, and all the memories return to him. He feels sick to his stomach.
Nick: Let him in…
He feels sorry for his old friend. He wants to see what he wants from him, so he tells the staffer that it’s ok, and to leave them alone. Luke stumbles as he walks. He takes a seat in one of the locker room benches and begins to fiddle his thumbs. Nick looks down at him, at a loss for words. An awkward silence strikes, as both men look away from each other. Nick couldn’t stand the bad odor that Luke had on himself. He’d converse with him, hoping that he’d quickly leave.
Nick: Uh…what are you doing here, Luke?
Luke: It’s actually Luko, now, hehehe.
Nick: You changed your name to Luko…what person in their right mind would change their name to Luko?
Luko: Gee, I don’t know, hehe. I thought it was kinda creative if I do say so maself.
Nick: What’s wrong with you…? Your clothes are all torn up. You look like crap. And to be honest, man, you smell like crap.
Luko: That ain’t a nice thing to say, Nicky. I don’t smell bad! But, I came here for a reason, Nicky. I wanted to see if you’d lend me a couple-a bucks. Ah, ah, ah need it for somethin’..
Nick: What? More weed?
Luko: Yeah! I mean, uh, no. Not weed at all. Who said weed? I di’int say weed. You still smoke weed, man?
Nick: No. You shouldn’t either. I stopped and look where I am today. I’m a success. You would have been one too, but you became so hooked on drugs. You were a great wrestler..
Luko: Now you shut up! Hell ya think you are?! You think ya better than me, now!? Ya think ya some big ole’ big shot!? I came here coz I thought you wasn’t like da rest of ‘em. But you are! You a smug bastard!
Nick: Get the hell outta here, man! I don’t need this crap. Secur-
He’s tackled onto the floor by Luko. Luko begins to punch Nick all over. The punches are weak, but the odor is tremendous, causing Nick to cough. Luko punches Nick across the face. That one actually hurt. Nick almost passed out from the terrible smell that came from Luko. Luko took out what looked like weed. Nick was on the verge of passing out, as he threw up a bit in his mouth. Luko placed the weed in a bit of paper, and rolled it up. He quickly lit it up.
Luko: You’re gonna smoke it…whether you want it…or NOT.
Luko tries to place it into Nick’s mouth. Nick fights it, though. He grabs Luko’s wrist and tries to prevent smoking the weed. The staffer that let Luko in earlier bursts into the locker room and grabs Luko. Luko throws the weed down by Nick as he’s taken away.
Luko: SMOKE IT! YA KNOW YOU WANT TO! JUST DO IT. IT WON’T HURT! DO IT!
Nick: Get him out of here!
The staffer throws Luko out of the locker room so hard that Luko falls on his behind. Nick could have easily manhandled Luko, but he suddenly felt weak. Was it the terrible odor? Or all the memories, bad memories, rushing into Nick’s head?
Other staff members rush to the scene and take Luko away. The one that knocked on the door earlier to let him in, came in to make sure if Nick was okay.
Staffer: I really hope you’re alright, Mr. Durden. I’m sorry. I didn’t know any of this was going to happen. Please don’t report me for this, please, I-
Nick: Just get outta my sight man. And NO one finds out about this. You tell your little staff friends, that! NO ONE.
The actions that occurred here were totally random and unexpected. Nick never expected to hear from Luke, or Luko as he now liked to call himself, ever again. But at times, he did wonder what ever happened to him.
Luko would have been a great wrestler. Nick used to train him when they weren’t lighting one up. Nick was younger back then. He didn’t know what he was doing. But he was done with that. The rumors backstage say otherwise, though. But as long as Nick knew he was done with that, he was ok. Right now, it didn’t matter what others thought or said about it. He wouldn’t let others get to him, but that’s what he was doing when Luko came in. Nick was knocked off the high horse he was on. His run in ACW was going well. And he really didn’t need Luko to come in and ruin it for him.
He walks over to the locker room bathroom. He turns on the hand-washer and cups his hands under the running water. He splashes some of the water in his face. He looks in the mirror above it and sees himself. That’s what he was hoping he’d see. Him, now. Not him, years ago, as a druggie. Yes, he was a druggie. In the past.
He sighs before ripping off a paper towel from the dispenser and drying off his face. He’s going to try his best to erase the events that happened from his mind, forever. He’d think ahead. He was back in ACW. He was pumped.
Nick: Focus on that, Nick. That’s your main focus right now! Don’t let anything..or anyone..get in the way of your goal. You’re a champion. You’re a warrior…
He makes his way out of the locker room. He’d head for the exercise room, now. And just like that, his mind was cleared of all negative things. His mind blocks the event that occurred today. Because that’s how he works. This is the new Nick Durden. Drug Free. Alcohol Free. You wanna call it Straight Edge? Go ahead. Call it what ya want. Nick was just Nick.
He’d step back into that ring. He’ll put his body on the line. For himself, for the fans, for the gold.
Because that’s who he is.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:12:18 GMT -5
Segment: "Thoughts of a Snake" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Many people still wonder why I did what I did. The answer I gave just doesn't seem to satisfy them. But why should I explain myself over and over and over again.
It's not something I should do nor intend to do. Truth be told, I could stand to get all of those pissants off my back. I should, but nothing I say will suffice them.
I don't ask for much. I may be asking for something that would totally devastate ACW, but is it wrong to do that? I'm doing this for everyone and yet they don't realize that.
But that's their fault. If they can't see what I'm trying to do, then they don't deserve it. I'll do this for my own benefit. Everyone knows what I want. I've made that perfectly clear. Once I do get it, that's when things will change.
Until then, I just have to sit back and bide my time. Lead everyone into a false sense of security and just when they think their safe, they find out that they are completely fucked.
Each and every one of those ACW wrestlers will find themselves in that boat. There's not a damn thing any one of them can do about it. It's going to be their shining moment though. They will pave the way for the Rattlesnake Renaissance and that is an honor that not everyone will gladly say they were a part of.
But for now, I set my sights on what I know I must do. In order to bring upon this revival, I have to show each person that I mean business. The only way to do it is to kick their ass in the middle of that ring and prove it.
The revival begins tonight.
Be prepared. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:13:20 GMT -5
Segment “Bleeding Love” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj Last Thursday Night
Anna: AIDEN!
Aiden: A-Anna, wait! It’s not what it looks like! Anna! [/size] [No matter how hard he tries, Aiden cannot get the memory of Anna running away from him with a broken heart out of his mind. Professional commitments be damned, he left the arena early so he can hopefully amend the situation and ease two heavy hearts. Now running up their hotel’s steps, he prays that his search will soon be over and he’ll find her lingering inside their room. With a cautious turn of the door handle, Aiden peaks his head inside their suite and lets out a sigh of relief; there she is. However, what he sees next does not calm his nerves, but rather rattles them. There stands Anna wielding a bag filled with weighted, blunt objects with a look of wildness he has never seen before. Immediately Aiden thinks twice about entering the room, but does so ready to duck for cover. Slapping a most angelical look on his face, he approaches her with a sense of circumspect in every step.] Aiden Joseph: Anna, what on Earth are you doing? Anna Sommers: I’m on my way to teach that bugged eyed whore a lesson. Aiden: There is really no need for that. Anna: Let me make something clear here. I will never be the other woman, Ai- den. I will be the only woman. Aiden: *Sigh* And you are! I know what you saw looked bad, but you have to believe me, it was all an accident!Anna: An accident? Is that what you call it when a girl rides atop of you? AN ACCIDENT?! Aiden: Truth be told - Anna: I mean, if that was the case, you should know I’ve had plenty of 'accidents' in my life time, mister! Plenty! Aiden: Anna please -Anna: Maybe I should go out an have an 'accident' like you did! Let’s see how you like it! Aiden: Positively nothing happened between - Anna: In fact, I think I will just go pack my bags right now and go out and find a few people to have 'accidents' with. Don’t think for a moment that others don’t try. I may be pregnant...very pregnant, but some guys appreciate that too! Aiden *yelling*: Miss! Anna! Sommers! You listen to me, right now! [His booming voice quells her incessant ranting. Anna’s attention is finally his for the taking, and with a calm and collected tone, he seizes it.] Aiden: Thank you! Whether you wish to believe it or not, this is what honesty transpired. I had just gotten your text message and I was sprinting down the hallways so I could be with you as soon as I possibly could. Anna: Mhm.Aiden: As I turned the corner, I ran smack into that annoying woman who was apparently lost, which is no surprise really considering she is an air head.Anna: Sure.Aiden: The next thing I knew we were laying on the floor and she somehow had fallen on top of me! I tried to push her off, but the clumsy slag fell right back down upon me! Believe me, I have no feelings for her whatsoever, none! In fact, I find her to be nothing more than a pain in my ass! [Out of nowhere, Anna lays into him with a vicious slap that not only leaves a big red mark across his cheek, but also a look of astonishment on his face.] ~!~SLAP~!~ Aiden: Oh! Anna: Yeah, I bet she is! [He doesn’t think; he only reacts. In doing so, he most regrettably returns the favor.] ~!~SLAP~!~ Anna: Eeek! [Her hand clutching the side of her face, Anna looks at him with a simper of surprise.] Aiden: I hate you. Anna: I hate you too. [His eyes meet hers and that’s all it takes to ignite the spark. Passions unhinged, they explode into each other. Clothes go flying off both their bodies in record time and for the next few blissful minutes, their bed gets quite the workout ... ] - 20 Minutes Later - [Cradled in his “nook,” Anna reflects on their previous conversation while Aiden runs his fingers through her silky, blond hair.] Anna: You really were telling the truth, weren’t you? Aiden: Of course. Anna: Even still, I despise that woman. There is something about her that’s just so .. ick.Aiden: I know, doesn’t she just give you the creeps!? Anna: It would be a shame if she fell down and broke a leg, now wouldn’t it? Aiden: You can’t possibly be thinking what I think you are... [Anna looks up at him and gives Aiden that irresistible, mischievous smile. Before his pregnant wife can think of anymore crazy ideas, Aiden brings her temptations to a screeching halt.] Aiden: Certainly not! You need your bed rest! Anna: Well, it has been a while since I’ve been a little naughty. Perhaps a wardrobe malfunction is in order? Aiden *laughing*: You are so devilish my dear. Anna: I know, don’t you just love? Aiden: Absolutely. *Kiss*[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:15:10 GMT -5
Match 5: BK London vs. Rattlesnake (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following contest is our main event, and is scheduled for one fall! Coming first to the ring, from Orlando, Florida, weighing at 257 lbs...Rattlesnake!
The lights fade to black. Two green spotlight shine across the fans and stop at the top of the entrance ramp. The spotlights quickly shut off shortly after. The words "Don't fear the reaper, fear the Rattler" echo throughout the arena followed by "Blind" by Silverchair. The spotlights flicker back on as a huge surge of green pyros blast off with a huge cloud of smoke. As the smoke clears, Rattlesnake appears in the spotlights. He slowly walks down the ramp and looks at the fans as he passes. He stops to look around to cheers from the fans. He starts walking down to the ring again. As he inches closer to the ring, the arena lights slowly come back on until he reaches the steps. He walks up and steps into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it. He looks around as flashbulbs continuously go off. He nods his head and jumps down.
Philip: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing at 243 lbs...BK London!
The lights in the arena flash all different colors as "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. Smoke pours out from the stage and coming through the smoke is the man who has been taking ACW by storm for nearly 3 years, comes out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the fans closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. The flashes of the camera from the legion of fans almost illuminate the arena as they manage to capture him for the few seconds he's on the turnbuckle. He then hops down and stares across the ring at his opponent, awaiting the bell to sound.
Bell rings
When Snake first entered the fed, BK was one of the first men to stand in his way, and this remained the case for some time. So in their first match together in a long time should be one that neither really want to lose. They lock up, and Snake gets the upper hand, shoving BK away and clubbing him a couple of times, forcing the former 2-time World Champion against the ropes. BK manages to shove Snake back, and kicks him down below. He goes for the Revolver early which generates a pop, but Snake is quick to reverse the hold into a Fisherman's Suplex. The cover is made, but BK kicks out after two. Snake lifts BK back up, and beats a couple of punches to the face, but BK resists them and throws a couple of his own. BK forces Snake into the corner, and then attempts an Irish Whip. Snake smacks the opposite turnbuckle and stumbles back, and BK takes him down with a Running Elbow Smash. With Snake on the ground, BK takes the advantage with a few stomps, but the referee intervenes before too long. BK allows Snake to get back to his feet, as the two lock up again. This time Snake gets the upper hand, spinning BK round 180 degrees and hitting him with a brutal Full Nelson Slam. BK is a tad groggy, but Snake lifts him up again, and hits a Spinebuster, enforcing more pain to BK's back.
Snake lifts BK up and doubles him over, attempting to go for the Powerbomb. But as he lifts BK up, BK uses his weight to make sure he isn't planted again. Instead he hits a back body drop, and Rattlesnake lands in a sitting position. BK hits off the ropes, planting two flying knees to Rattlesnake's back. Snake falls backwards onto his back, and BK tries to take the advantage. He grabs Snake's arm and locks in into an arm lock, but Snake is too close to the ropes, and manages to stretch out and grab them, breaking the hold. Annoyed, BK lets go and picks Snake up. He attempts an Irish Whip, but Snake reverses it into one of his own, who then proceeds to plant BK with a huge lariat. BK goes flying into the air and comes back down to earth with a mighty thud. Snake makes the cover, but BK kicks out at two. Snake is becoming a bit annoyed now, wanting to end the match quickly. He picks BK up and tries to lift him onto his shoulders, but BK is quick to avoid it, sliding behind Snake and hitting a London-Plex. The effect shakes the entire ring and the Chilean crowd go nuts as BK crawls over and makes the cover, expecting that to be that: 1......2....kickout by Snake! BK and the crowd can't quite believe it, as Snake manages to rise his shoulder.
BK is getting rather angry now, and he picks Snake up, immediately delivering a punch to the eye. Snake falls to one knee, and BK rushes forward to try and clothesline him, but Snake manages to duck. BK turns around, and Snake hits a jab, followed by a second....and a third....and a fourth, and finishes it off with a haymaker. BK falls down to the floor, looking almost like a defeated boxer. But there's no count from the ref, and BK is able to get back to his feet in his own terms, but Snake meanwhile gets the fans angry, by removing the turnbuckle pad from one of the turnbuckles. He turns around as BK gets up, and he grabs BK. He lifts him up and attempts to drop him into the steel buckle, but BK drops to his feet. He dropkicks Snake in the gut, and Snake flies backwards. BK kips back up and unleashes a number of punches into Snake's face, trying to break him down as much as he can. He takes a step back, preparing a big final punch, but Snake ducks it. BK falls into the turnbuckle, turns around, and Snake delivers a huge boot to the gut. With BK doubled over, Snake is able to lift him up and slam him hard with the Snake Eyes onto the unpadded buckle. BK falls back to the ground, with blood clearly splurting from his head, as Snake poses for the crowd, getting even more heel heat.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:15:45 GMT -5
Snake picks BK up and lifts him onto his shoulders, but again BK avoids The Snakebite, falling to the ground. He rolls onto his feet, but has his back facing Snake, who tries to lift BK into a Pumphandle Slam. He lifts BK up, but BK headbutts Snake in the face, causing Snake to drop him. Snake is currently in a groggy position, and BK gets to his feet and hits a Snap Suplex. BK turns around and lifts Snake up again, this time hitting a Snapmere, followed by a football kick. He makes the cover, but Snake managed to kick out after two. BK lifts him and throws him at the ropes, attempting a hurricanrana. But He doesn't expect a sitdown Powerbomb, and a sitdown Powerbomb is what is hit, as Snake manages to secure a remarkable recovery. Snake seems a little shattered, maybe due to ring rust, but he manages to crawl over to BK's body....unfortunately, he only gets a two count, which annoys and angers the former International Champion. But he takes it on the chin, and lifts BK up. He goes for the Snakebite a third time, and this time manages to get BK onto his shoulders and locked in place. He spins BK around, but has barely spun him 20 degrees before BK has unleashes the mother of all comebacks, landing on his feet and planting Rattlesnake with the Shades of Michaels! Snake is stone cold out, and BK crawls over and gets the 1-2-3.
Philip: Here is your winner...BK London!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 5, 2008 16:16:10 GMT -5
"Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z pumps through the sound system upon BK London's momentous win, and the crowd in Santiago, Chile shoot up from their seats in elation. BK London slowly returns to his feet to have his arm raised by the referee, but he isn't exactly out to celebrate his wins with the fans tonight. Instead after a few breaths, BK London calls for the microphone from Phillip. Phillip rushes over to the ring and hands the microphone to the exhausted wrestler before fading back into obscurity.
After taking a few more breaths and holding the back of his neck, the music of BK London dies down and he assumes his position in the middle of the ring.
BK London: Flamingo...
BK London takes another breath, surprisingly that match took quite a bit out of him. Rattlesnake proved to be quite a handful for him tonight.
BK London: Flamingo, I'm going to make this announcement short, sweet, and to the point. I'm challenging you to a rematch at Spring into Hell. you, me, one on one. What do you say?
"In Heaven" by the Pixies wastes no time pumping through the speakers of the Arena Santiago, and out come Adrian Flamingo who still holds the bloody chain he used to nearly destroy the nephew of BK London earlier in the evening and his proud uncle Mickey cackling behind him.
Adrian Flamingo: Once again BK London, you come out here running your mouth like a big shot. Calling people out, making challenges. Let me make one thing clear to you BK London, you have never beat me and you never will. At Genocide, I already proved who was the better man - I made you pass out in that very ring. As far as I am concerned, after tonight, I'm through with you.
After tonight? Even BK London is a bit perplexed from this response.
Adrian Flamingo: I didn't come out here to a accept a challenge. I came out here to finish what I started. You see, for the past few months I've been playing games with you. Backstage attacks here and there, but there was always one slight flaw in my plans. And that was, to leave you breathing. The only reason I never took you out completely, is because I enjoyed attacking you. I enjoyed making your life a living hell. But at Fallen Heroes, you went too far - YOU had to take away the one opportunity I had to become a major player in this company. You took away my opportunity to become ACW World Champion. So you know what? I'm going to take away something dear from you, and that's your career.
With that Flamingo drops the mic where he stands and begins to walk down the ramp, towards the ring as Mickey removes his robes and cracks his knuckles. BK London gets in a fighting stance, anticipating the inevitable brawl between the two - but once more party decided to get involved in this.
??: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Take another step Flamingo and I'll make sure you pay the price.
Stepping from the back comes Chairman Gingerdude, with an entire line up of Chile's finest to stop this altercation from going down. The entire Arena begins booing the Chairman as he and his friends surround the Flamingos.
Gingerdude: You two must be crazy if you think I'm going to let this go down again. You two must be out of your MIND if you think I'm going to let you two fight here in...in...in Chile...
Massive heat for the Chairman.
Gingerdude: For the past few weeks, I've had to sit back in my locker room and watch attack after attack after attack - and frankly, I'm getting tired of it myself. So you know what? I'm going to interject myself into this situation. I'm going to -
BK London: - You're going to shut the hell up, that's what you're going to do!
A massive pop for BK London as he's shown in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand. He paces back and forth and stares at Chairman Gingerdude at the top of the stage.
BK London: Last month, I sat back while you put Flamingo and myself in some bullshit competition, a competition where we were supposed to decide "who was the better man". And where exactly has that got us? The same damn position we were in last month. So I suggest you stay out of this situation once and for all, while WE handle our own business.
Another pop for BK London, and Chairman Gingerdude is absolutely shocked at this act of defiance. That expression quickly turns to one of anger, for years BK London has ridiculed him in front of an audience - but he won't stand it anymore.
Gingerdude: It's my business now. BOYS! Please escort Mr. Flamingo up the ramp and out the arena.
The group of 10 begin to get closer to Flamingo, but he doesn't look like he's going to budge at any point. Mickey tried to tug on the Adrian's arm to get him to go, but Addie made it very clear that he wasn't planning on going anywhere.
Gingerdude: Mr. Flamingo, I'm not telling you to head out this arena. I'm ORDERING you, or else there will be dire consequences! Such as indefinite suspension.
Flamingo doesn't like the situation he's in at all, but he finds himself making his way back up the ramp to the dismay of the fans in attendance.
BK London: Oh so that's it Flamingo! You're not going to finish what you started? You're not going to take me out once and for all? Heh, I knew it. All talk, no action. Guess I should've seen that coming from a guy who has to attack people from behind to make a point.
At that point, Flamingo was already behind the curtain - but that last statement brings him back out, fuming with Mickey chasing right after him. He looks to push his way through security, but the members hold him back. He however manages to get one arm free to respond.
Adrian Flamingo: London! You want me at Spring into Hell? Well you've got it motherfucker!
Massive pop.
BK London: And let's make it interesting...since you love chains so much, what do you say we make this into a Russian Chain Match.
Gingerdude: Russian Chain Match?! Oh no no no! There will be no such match in ACW. I forbid it. I -
Before he can speak again, Flamingo breaks through the security members and takes the Chairman down by the throat. Squeezing and squeezing, Flamingo only says a few chocie words.
Adrian Flamingo: Make...the....match!
With air leaving quickly, and him losing the ability to breath overall, Gingerdude has no choice.
Gingerdude: Fine fine! The match is on!
The crowd pops and Flamingo releases his grip from around the throat of Chairman Gingerdude. A smile grows across the face of BK London as he watches Adrian Flamingo from the ring. Both men stare at each other, and London enjoys the prospect of a rematch - and it under Russian Chain Match rules. But will he have that same smirk on his face after May 24th?
Chile has turned out to be a hot destination indeed… could Rio be even more heated?
It’s certainly looking that way. ACW’s final South American tour date looks set to be a spicy affair…
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
(OOC: Final Segment Credit to BK London and Adrian Flamingo)
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Post by Dan White on May 5, 2008 16:21:05 GMT -5
Awesome show!!
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Post by xs3 on May 5, 2008 17:17:41 GMT -5
All right, bitches! RUSSIAN CHAIN MATCH!
And great show to all!
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Jake Steele
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Post by Jake Steele on May 5, 2008 17:38:12 GMT -5
Great show everybody, was cool to read.
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Post by Jack Jefferson on May 6, 2008 3:38:47 GMT -5
Ah shit, forgot it was Monday yesterday >_<
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Post by rosslambert on May 7, 2008 10:29:42 GMT -5
Great show guise.
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Post by Thunderkiss on May 8, 2008 1:27:04 GMT -5
Disclaimer: These picks are of course my opinion. My opinion is neither right or wrong its just what I think. So if you don’t make the list, please do not feel that I don’t like you, what you wrote or that your promos were not as good as the one’s I have listed. I really don’t want people to get discouraged over things like these. Please, please realize that with the amount of talented writers that we have it’s a super tough job picking out just five promos. Hah, you thought I forgot, didn’t you? Before we begin this edition of the top five, I just wanted to put out a quick request. Starting soon, I will use the introduction portion of this feature to do a “Q&A” session. That’s right, if you have any questions for me, just private message them my way and I will answer them on the next installment of the top five. What kind of questions should you ask? Anything and everything! It can be about my work, your work or my opinions on ACW in general! So get to thinking and don’t hesitate to ask. AJ'S PICKS! - “I need Grand Theft Auto IV” by Jake Steele. Really, who doesn’t! I’ve been playing the series since part three on the PS2. I remember popping it and experiencing that living, breathing world for the first time, I was truly taken aback! Oh well, enough of this being a game review and let’s discuss why Jake’s contribution made it onto the list. I found it funny, it had a terrific punch line ending, it was relevant to most of the fed’s current interests and I thought the description was perhaps some of the best he’s done to date. ‘Nuff said!
- “A Record Deal” by Thunder Train. Alright Andrew, after your crazy space story I’m glad you have returned to a much easier to follow format! Let’s take a look at the Train’s formula for a second. He’s hungry and people love it. Simple, yet very effective. That said, roll with it and you are! Hungry, Hungry Hippos spoofs, fast food commercials, etc, this is the stuff you need to focus on doing. It works and it gets you over! Having the Train ink his name on that record deal was a very smart move and will open up a lot opportunity for you and a lot of excellent reading for us!
- “Bittersweet Victory” by BK London & “Something so Obvious it's Elusive” by Flamingo. These were fantastic! These two share one spot together because they are practically one promo broken into two parts. Now let’s all be honest, we all knew Jerome was going to win this match, but I still played along and ended up being gripped by the first part of the segment anyway. Flamingo came off as a complete dick in his part and I was actually upset when I read that he wrecked Jerome’s celebration. That is the sign of a good heel. P.S. BK, Lightening Locomotive’s name actually got switched to Locomotive Larry mid match. >.> ... <.<
- “There’s nothing cool about Chile” by Showtime. Showtime, you just OOZE charisma! I love the entrance portion of this segment. You can learn so much about a character by their entrance and the fact you spent time writing that out shows your dedication towards character development. Most likely this was not your intent, but it works for me! I also like how you incorporate crowd reaction into your segments. It’s something I do when I cut a normal promo and I consider it a necessity that really emphasizes one’s dialogue.
- “An Unwanted Proposal” by Scott Andrews & Jon Taylor. These two took advantage of the PERFECT opportunity to write a promo. Andrews comes back, speaks ill of his old stable comrades so naturally what would the leader of the Second Coming want to do? That’s right, give him an invite to join his clan. Way to cash in on this guys, a lot of people might have let this slip through their fingertips by ignoring it. The back and forth banter these two wrote was insanely entertaining and I think if they were to ever feud, it would be a most memorabe.
Honorable Mentions: I really liked Mainer’s spoof on my old gimmick, but due to it being close to my own interests I could not place it upon the list. I implore you to read Cheng’s “The Hottest Talk Show on TV” series. I am a big fan of your current format Jake, I’d stick with it. Finally, Dan remains sizzling hot with his efforts on this edition of Warfare. Moment of the Show: From Ballad of the Beast by FSX. 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! My sediments exactly! See you tomorrow, <3, Kenny.
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