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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 14:53:04 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown May 8th 2008
ACW Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV HBSC Arena Rio De Janiero, Brazil (Capacity Crowd 15,000)
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Rattlesnake and Sarin vs. The Fashion Express
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Scott Andrews and The Maine Event vs. Fallen Souls, Jon Taylor, and 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper
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BK London and Jerome Carter vs. Adrian and Mickey Flamingo
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US vs. UK Charity Football/Soccer Match
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 18:57:56 GMT -5
Segment: Happy Happy, Secret Secret! (Credit: FSX)
Tangerine dreams and marmalade skies. Is it simply the visualized dream world of a man who has smoked something that he truly shouldn't of, or is it a living dream viewed only when someone needs to escape? It's hard to truly judge what might be interpreted from such bizarre and deranged words, but one has to imagine that they once held a meaning that only the man who thought of them could know. Perhaps it was initially thought up one day as a means of escape from the pressure that consistently grew around him, or perhaps it truly was just a drug induced hallucination that made hippies smile to one another as the elderly planned to burn them, but to this day it likely opens doors for more then it ever intended. When someone needs to escape from the horror that surrounds them, and feels the need to enter a happy place where they fell safe they can do so with no stress. They don't even need to visualize their own as one is sang hypnotically to them...Then again, there is always a crazy person who will go ahead and create their own fantasy world. Make it to their own liking and truly find bliss in it's sanctuary. Then again...some people accidentally create a world that is actually more deranged and bothersome then the situation they are trying to escape from. Fallen Souls just so happens to be one of those people...
FSX: Sweet mellow mountains, with really high meadows. Giant fountains that spew lots of yellow! Sweet numbing salad, and salty mallasis...A man with a cane that offended Paul Reubens. Perhaps a funny little lass...that played a rather horrible bass. Maybe she was a witch too...good times.
A jumble of words and phrases with no redeeming value? Why, Fallen must be trying quite hard to escape something that traumatized him! But what of late could of possibly done so much to damage his psyche? Aside from losing the one big chance in his career and be rewarded by one of his good friends trying to push a teenage drag queen on him...Well, I guess he has his reasons for trying to create a wondrous world. But many must wonder if he is actually succeeding in this, or the fragments of his imagination aren't well enough in tune to stick together into a scene for him to smile at.
FSX: The innocent would come out to play, just as a preacher said he was gay...wait..that's not right. Pixies would take flight through the fabulous skies, only to die from the kiss of a knife...no..that's horrible. What the hell is wrong with me..?
Groaning softly to himself as he shakes his head of the less then pleasing images that begin to form before his eyes from the random thoughts that crept into his head, he grimaced and had no choice but to abandon his fantasy. Opening his eyes to the world around him and finding himself in some form of closet, he sighed softly and stretched out a bit as he decided it best to at least relax. Perhaps if he got a bit of sleep he could forget everything that had taken place in the past few weeks, and finally get over his problems! But wait, things are never that easy. In fact, this is the point in which conflict is introduced to ruin his day!
FSX: Oh great, noise in the distance! If someone is trying to find me I must have the worst luck ever! I mean, someone can't even have a secret hiding place anymore without being bothered! Though..I do suppose this is what I get for letting the camera guy in without much of a fuss...
Cameraman: Yeah, that was stupid.
FSX: Don't make me regret it anymore! I mean, it's not like I'm the only person in the arena tonight! I'm sure there would be good reason for people to search for others!
Voice: Fallen!! Fallen? Where are you?
Visibly shuddering as he hears his voice called out from the distance, Fallen can only shake his head once and sink down a bit in his hiding place as he tries to put a face to the voice that he was hearing. Though there really was no one that he was willing to leave his happy place for this evening he was also quite sure that there were a select few that WOULD NOT STOP until they found him. Sinking down a bit and trying to blend in with the droll and empty background of the closet, the cameraman could only laugh to himself softly at the display.
Cameraman: I'm sure that will work, seeing your a chameleon.
FSX: If only things were that easy for me...Why the hell do they always have to come hunting for me, man? It's not fair!
Cameraman: The world may never know, but the way things work around here it's only a matter of time before they actually find you.
FSX: I know...Well, at least it gives me a moment to go to the Wheel of Morality and see just who it is today that is coming to ruin my day! Good thing we have just enough time to learn a lesson, right?
As a bizarre and rather ridiculous grin slowly creeps it's way onto Fallen's face it quickly becomes evident that he is speaking complete nonsense. How's that? Well, aside from referencing a show that hasn't been on the air in years, he didn't even have a wheel! Aside from that, the Wheel wouldn't tell him who was coming to get him! There are just so many things wrong with this idea..
Cameraman: Wha..? You don't even have a wheel! And I'm pretty sure that's not how it works...
FSX: It's an imaginary wheel, damn it! Can't you just play along?
Voice: Are you around here, man? I can hear you talking to someone! Fallen?
Freezing up for a moment as he seems to remember that despite popular belief that his happy place was sacred and secluded to only those that were inside of it, those in the nearby distance COULD indeed hear everything that was going on from inside the closet. Cursing himself silently as he begins to run his hands through his hair over and over, the cameraman can only laugh to himself silently as he watches the living wreck be foiled by common sense once again! Taking notice to this, and not appearing pleased in the slightest, Fallen seems to put aside his frenzy of insanity and focus his well documented anger on his closet buddy.
FSX: Damn it! This is all your fault and you know it! If you didn't have to invade my personal space I could of remained hidden for days if I wanted!
Cameraman: Well too bad for you, huh? I was just doing my job.
FSX: You bastard...Wheel of Morality, turn turn turn...tell us the lesson that we must learn. What's that? We must learn how to beat someone to death?
Cameraman: Uh oh...
Just as Fallen looked ready to dive across the length of the closet and teach all of the kids watching at home how to properly hurt someone who has wronged you the doors unfortunately swung open. Frozen in mid attack as Fallen held a hand raised in the air and squinted his eyes to look out at the light that now filled the pathetic little closet that he was hidden away from, he abandoned his attack to attempt to shield himself from whoever it was that had came for him. If he was in the right mind he may have realized that this would never work, but seeing he wasn't he had no way to defend himself from being suddenly grabbed and dragged from the closet.
FSX: Nooo! My happy place! I can't go back to the outside world, not yet! I'm not over my serious trauma yet! Come on man, give me more time!
Anger: Screw that, your over reacting!
As he finally began to grow used to the light that surrounded him once again and slowly adjusted to his surroundings, he immediately took note to being somewhere that he hadn't been before. His eyes widening in shock as it appears that the closet he had been in was actually ripped from the wall and moved to another building since the last show, one has to wonder just how long Fallen has been curled up in his happy place. Looking up to Will in a confused shock, he was met with a bald man simply shaking his head to him in shame.
FSX: Wait...what the hell happened?! How the hell did I get here?!
Anger: You refused to leave the closet after you saw Souja Boy, so we had to take it with us...
FSX: If that's the case then why the fuck couldn't you find me? I mean, it seems to make no sense if I was in a blatantly still in that closet? Better yet, why couldn't you of just left me in Chile? I mean..where would the harm be?
Anger: Oh..well, your booked tonight. I was actually looking for you to tell you. Go and meet up with your stable, it's some kind of six man match.
Hesitating for a moment before he got up, Fallen returned to his feet and had a quick look around the area. Clearly disorientated and not sure where he was headed, he began to walk off screen to the left before turning around and heading off to the right. Clearly frustrated with this he stops his confused travels and simply stares at Will for a moment.
Anger: ...What?
FSX: I don't know where the fuck I am. Which way is my locker room?
Anger: To the left.
FSX: Thanks...though I'm not sure when you became my assistant. I guess it's convenient though...I'll still have to kill you later for what you did though.
Anger: I'm sure you'll forget about it sooner or later. Now get going!
Appearing as if he was prepared to carry on the conversation much farther then it needed to be he seems to change his mind and quickly heads off to the left. Not sure what country he was in or who he was fighting, a nervous energy and anger continued to fill Fallen as he raced off. One has to wonder if he will ever be able to settle down given the circumstances that surround him still, and just how effective he will be in the coming months is yet to be seen. Is this the beginning of the end, or a new beginning in and of itself..?
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 18:59:45 GMT -5
Segment: “Dancing with the Envious” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [Celebrating their 100th show, the staff of Dancing with the Stars wanted to make tonight as memorable as possible. Over the last few years, they certainly have showcased their fair share of talents, but none more memorable than Sarin Rossi. Lighting up the judges, crowd and phone lines with her unparalleled charisma, it was an effortless decision for the show’s producers to invite her back for this milestone.] Announcer: Dancing with the Stars would like to welcome back Miss Sarin Rossi! [Out from the curtain she steps, looking relaxed as if this studio was her second home. When your name is Sarin Rossi, turning heads comes so natural it should be a crime. If that were the case, everyone would be incarcerated at this very moment since there is not a pair of eyes mesmerized by her appearance. With an embrace and a kiss on a cheek she is welcomed by the show’s two hosts, Tom Bergeron and Samantha Harris, and her former dance partner, Mark Ballas. There is no hesitation to pry into Sarin’s life from either host; they are much too eager to catch up with their old acquaintance.] Samantha Harris: So tell us Sarin, what have you been up to since we last saw you? Sarin Rossi: Missing Len, of course! [The gallery fills itself with laughter and all eyes turn in Len’s direction. Embarrassed, Len raises his cue card up to his face to cover it.] Sarin: Sorry Len, I couldn’t resist! Truth be told, this year I returned back to sports entertainment where you - what-are-you-doing-here!?[Scanning the audience, Sarin’s voice wavers the instant her eyes fall upon Aiden and Anna. Gaping at them both, she feels that their presence here is most unexpected and equally unwanted.] Aiden Joseph *blowing a kiss*: Heya! Anna Sommers *mouthing*: Break - a - leg![Not wanting millions to question her current state of mind, Sarin elegantly refocuses her attention back to the cameras and continues where she left off.] Sarin: Pardon me, I lost my focus! Anyway, I rejoined ACW where you can see me every Monday and Thursday nights! I'm also doing a lot of work for UNHCR as a Goodwill Ambassador, meeting with displaced refugees in Iraq. Tom Bergeron: Well not only have you apparently been busy, but so has your old dance partner! Sarin: I see that! If anyone deserves the championship, it’s this man right here! We made some memories that will last a life time, didn’t we Mark? Mark Ballas: Indeed we did! Tom: And something tells me you’re about ready to make another one! Ladies and gentlemen, dancing the Rumba, Sarrin Rossi and her partner Mark Ballas! [With Tom’s introduction, the two take make their way towards the center of the proscenium. Immediately from the get go, Sarin swoons the audience with her amazing interplay with Mark. Though it has been quite some time since the two have danced together, one would not know it based on tonight’s performance. It is as if they feed off one another, spinning and gliding around the dance floor on their combined energy. Transferring her weight from foot to foot, the rest of her body pivots on a razor’s edge making her hips quite deadly. Her moves are sharp, fluid and extremely sensual, all the essentials needed to execute a terrific rumba. In just a few seconds time, Sarin has won over the audience, minus two. Both Aiden and Anna watch on, arms folded and displaying matching invidious scowls. Unable to tolerate anymore of Sarin’s performance, Anna looks over at Aiden and gives him a mischievous wink. Aiden takes his cue with a solicitous heartbeat and begins to free one of his cuff links from his Armani suit. Holding it in between his thumb and index finger, he takes aim at the wooden surface that resides at his feet.] Aiden: Whoopsie! [Aiden watches his cufflink take two hops and a skip off the oak floor. With remarkable precision, the cufflink ends its journey right where Mr. Joseph had hoped it would. His eyes now fixated upon it, a sense of eagerness builds within him after every one of Sarin’s steps. Closer and closer she comes towards it, and with one ill fated Cucaracha step, her left foot comes down upon it. With no solid footing beneath her, Sarin’s knee buckles underneath her body and she comes crashing down in agony.] Sarin Rossi: Agh! Aiden: YES! Crowd: OHHHH! Anna: Clean up in isle five! Aiden *laughing uncontrollably*: Shh! Shh! Shh! [Ballas drops down to comfort his partner and the show comes to an abrupt halt. The director signals the band to surcease their number and both hosts quickly scramble to handle damage control.] Tom: Why don’t we - you know what? Let’s go to a break just so we can check this out. We’ll be right back after this. [With the show in intermission, medics scramble to Sarin’s aid. Her knee is given a quick examination as she lays on the floor in anguish. It is painful to the touch, but the severity of this injury cannot be determined without an MRI. As a stretcher is wheeled in, Sarin’s pride makes it most clear she will walk out of here on her own accord. Arm draped around Mark’s shoulder, she is lifted to her feet and limps off the stage to a standing ovation. As she is carried away, Sarin turns to her left and stares right into Aiden’s gleeful face. She doesn’t want or need the specifics; she knows he is somehow responsible for this. If this was either Monday or Thursday, she’d have no problems sharing her animosity, but she realizes this is neither the time or place for it. Biting her lip until it bleeds, she is escorted to an awaiting ambulance. Back inside the studio, a very observant Tom Bergeron has just witnessed their altercation from afar an acts upon it with his journalistic ambitions.] Tom: Pardon me, Aiden Joseph? You work with Miss Rossi, right? Aiden: You could say that, yes. Tom: Mind if interview you when we return? I think our viewers would love to hear your insight on this situation. Aiden: I was beginning to believe that you’d never ask, Tom. One minute later ... Tom: And welcome back. We have yet to receive any word on Sarin’s condition but do know the moment news arrives, we will most certainly pass it along to all of you at home. I am now standing next to Aiden Joseph, a friend of Sarin’s who came here tonight to show her support. Aiden, that must have been incredibly devastating to watch. Aiden: Well, I must tell you as a colleague of Ms. Rossi, I am gravely concerned about her well being! I have to admit, I do get so depressed when I see others fail. However, moments like these are a great reminder to me to be thankful for my own talents. I am just glad that poor Mark did not get injured as well by her lack of skill! Tom: Lack of skill? Aiden: Well, let’s not kid ourselves Tom, she was hauling around out there like a Mac Truck. Anna: *giggle* Aiden: Oh well, my heart truly goes out to the fans of this most prestigious show. They certainly deserved a better performance, but do you know what Samantha? Samantha: ? Aiden: If my presence is desired for the next season, I’d be more happy to provide them with one.[Aiden displays some of that famous Joseph charm by winking at the cameras before we fade to black.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:02:09 GMT -5
"All Road To Your Goal Are Bumpy" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
It seems a few feathers did get ruffled in my shenanigans. Apparently I managed to piss people off and bring out the best in them.
Unfortunately I've found myself on quite the bumpy road. It seems that everyone didn't heed my warnings properly. This place needs to be cleansed. It's tarnished by all who walk these hallowed halls.
Our World Champion tarnishes it. Our Chairman tarnishes it. The fat guy in the nosebleed section that just stuffed his face with 5 hot dogs tarnishes it. It doesn't matter who you are, you've tarnished it and you don't even realize it.
It's such a pity. You build your hopes up into thinking that you can avoid the changes that are meant to come. Don't kid yourselves. Change is inevitable. I'm bringing that change.
All of you can spout the same crap about how I lost and that the change won't happen and try to bring up things that no one remembers beyond three months, but the fact remains that there is nothing you can avoid. You hear me? Nothing.
"The change isn't going to happen." "There's nothing to fear." "Rattlesnake is going through a phase."
You're entitled to your opinion. I believe that. I also believe that your opinion is wrong. Sad, but true.
So before you all get huffy and whiny and bitchy, think about this for a second. Am I doing something so bad? Is it wrong to push ACW into a new direction? Shouldn't ACW reach it's full potential?
If you said "no" to any of those things, then congratulations, you're a fucktard. It's a simple truth that what I'm doing is in the best interests of ACW. There are many blasphemers that will try to stand in my way and it's because they fear change. They feel warm and cozy where they are now, but ultimately, they don't realize that they are the very reason why I am doing this. Call it my "Crusade" if you will.
My "Crusade" will cleanse ACW and all who walk it's hallowed halls.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:03:51 GMT -5
Badder than Scott Andrews's Haircut: THE WEEK IN REVIEW!!!Credit: The Second Coming Thursday Night Meltdown, the only place you get to see THE WEEK IN REVIEW! That handsome devil of a host ‘Showtime’ Ryan Cooper is sitting behind his desk with a more solemn look than normal, no doubt because of what happened on Warfare with the antics of Jay Zero and the Libertines. Showtime: If I can be serious for a mome- Narrator: LIVE FROM RIO, IT’S THE WEEK IN REVIEW!!! Showtime: GODDAMMIT! Showtime’s obviously pissed off because of the interruption, but hey, the Narrator needs to make his money somehow. Narrator: Brought to you by MintEFresh gum! With the marijuana crystals that everyone loves! Stay so fresh and so clean with MintEFresh! And by the Foundation to fight.. Showtime: Seriously, that dude has some nerve interrupting Showtime, and you know who else has a lot of nerve? The muthafuckin’ Liberace for interrupting my match! I was stunned to see him without his sequins, but he still had that gay look on his face. Still, it was his distraction that led to Jay Zero getting the lucky win against me.. the win that I had in the bag! Now, don’t think you’ll get away with it, guys.. It might not be today.. It might not be tomorrow. Hell, it might not be next week.. It might be when you’re taking the biggest crap in your life when I come in… BOOM POW SURPRISE, NIGGA! KAO DODE ON YOU HOES! But seriously, I’m really pissed off. Jake Steele had the nerve to bring in his whack-ass homie Mint E. Fresh up to my show and had the nerve to spit all that boomchatta about how they’re gonna go straight to the top and steal the show. STEAL THE SHOW?! Man, ya’ll nigga’s cancelled before ya’ even got started! Speaking of getting cancelled, that Chinaman and that whack ass Water Cooler of his needs to be. Jake Cheng’s trying to be entertaining? Hell, his title reign didn’t last three weeks! But some people have been talking about how Jake’s managed to get guest on his show. Well, I got guests too! Despite my animosity for these pussy ass niggas, I invite none other than The Libertines and Jay Zero! Or not.. Jon Taylor is trying to pull his best Jay Zero impersonation out, mascara , wig with its hair spiked up like some anime reject character, and baby blue boas around his neck. As for the Libertines, it’s obviously everyone’s favorite letter, X, failing miserably to look like Libertines... and that hideous and large fake nose that FSX has on his face? Ghastly! Both men sit down on the couch beside the desk Showtime: Welcome to the show, guys. It’s… Showtime whispers, “not” before talking with his regular voice.Showtime: GOOD TO HAVE YOU HERE!! ‘Jay’ glances at Showtime with an irritated look on his face while ‘Libertines’ strokes his chin, trying to look as intimidating as possible… which makes him look as scary as Winnie the Pooh.Jay-Taylor: Cut the bullshit, Showtime -- we both know you don't want me here! Well, I suppose it's not a surprise, considering I'm much more handsome than yourself. But then again who isn't? Showtime: BOOLSHIT! Looking like some metrosexual Japanimation character isn’t handsome, but you’re right about one thing. I don’t want ya’ll bitch asses here, but I am a respected reporter! Why else would I invite someone that has the body of a twelve year old child here? Now that I think about it, Jay, did you get your parental consent to wrestle on Meltdown? Jay-Taylor: Shut the hell up! The reason I'm not on the card is because I'm too good for these common people to see my magnificence! Showtime snickers, much to the dismay of ‘Jay Zero’.Jay-Taylor: What are you laughing about? Showtime: I’m laughing at these delusions of grandeur you’re having, but it’s cool. If you and your life partner over there think about entering the tag team title tournament, we’ll see each other again. But enough of this.. Lets look at the card this week.. The card appears on the big screen, and yes.. there are no singles matches on there! Way to go, booking committee..THURSDAY NIGHT MELTDOWN: CLUSTERFUCK WARS!!!!
AJ wants Sarin’s Rattlesnake: Snarin vs. The San-Fran Express
The only match that matters: Fallen Souls, Showtime Ryan Cooper, and Jon Taylor vs Scott Andrews, Danny Mainer, and Jake Steele
Jerome Carter got booked? Only by being BK’s boy: BK London and Jerome Carter vs. Adrian Flamingo and Mickey Flamingo
I can’t really talk shit about that one: US vs. UK - Charity Soccer Match Showtime: Now, I noticed something immediately.. You two aren’t booked! Liberace, I thought you were coming back big! LiberX: Me? I always come out as of the giant. But my inability of the english has me busy todays. You see, I is of the GIANT NOSE SUPERHERO! Finksmell! As if they really needed to, the camera zooms in onto the nose of the Libertines because Showtime couldn’t stop staring at the damn thing!Showtime: I can’t keep my eyes off of it! That thing is immense! LiberX: What is of this? You dare to hurt feeling of I, Finksmell? You is of bad horrible stench! I will defeat you, impossible of the beat me! You see, for Libertines is the bestest! I have no reason to be laughing man! Sweet baby of mine, no one can touch my awesome! Showtime: Hey, man, chill out! Jay-Taylor: How about you chill out! I mean come on, it's bad enough we aren't as talented as The Second Coming, but no you guys always have to rub it in our faces don't you! Well fuck you! We may of cheated last week, but hey, we had to win somehow didn't we! It's not like we're as good as The Ultimate Competitor is it? If I were as good as Taylor I'd be able to knock you the fuck out with no effort whatsoever! But hey, I guess there's only one Jon Taylor and that's why I--he's better the leader of the best stable in ACW history and the International Champion! But, still Gingertwat tries to screw him and The Second Coming over, week after week! Last week he let Ze--us cheat to let Ze--me beat you! And know this week The Second Coming are going to have no problems disposing of Mainer, Steele and Andrews...simply because we--they're--OH FUCK IT! Simply because we're better than them! Showtime: DAMMIT, MAN! You’re ranting again, dawg! Jon Taylor: And I'm not done yet! Gingertwat made a fatal error by placing us into this match, and you want to know why? It's because come Monday he won't have an All or Nothing title match since we're going to beat the hell out of not only Mainer and Steele but also Andrews for disrespecting The Second Coming! Showtime: And this is why I didn’t want you on the show again! LiberX: You is of embarrassment to mine awesome coolness, Number Zero! I is of ashamed! Showtime: Great.. now, the week in review is a clusterfuck..
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:05:31 GMT -5
Back and Back and Back and Back to the Future (Credit: Flamingo)
A shot of the majestic green mountains of southern West Virginia welcome our viewers to a serene environment... which is crudely interrupted by a loud cannon shot and the battle cries of men in blue and gray uniforms as they rush at one another with guns drawn. The camera quickly pans over to a disgruntled Adrian Flamingo and his smiling uncle Mickey Flamingo as they take in the view.
Mickey Flamingo: Yew know Addie, it warms my heart to know that yew're interested in yer Daddy's heritage! So, what first, the re-enactment battlefield or the nerse tents?
Adrian took his eyes off of the lush green fields around him and cynically turned to his uncle.
Adrian Flamingo: Neither, we're going to see a blacksmith.
Mickey nearly dropped his caramel apple, but safely recovered it at the expense of his water bottle that actually contained Southern Comfort. Fortunately, Mickey had left the cap on. So like a general gloating on a victorious battle, Mickey picked up his water bottle and coyly smiled.
Mickey Flamingo: I knew these steel capped water bottles wer a smart invesment. So, why in the world would we wanna go to the blacksmith instead of seein' us some local college girls in sexy nerse unyferms?
Adrian cocked his head to the side and saw the girl that his uncle was undressing with his eyes about 50 yards away. After crudely grabbing his uncle by the back of his shirt, he began dragging him over towards the Civil War blacksmith tent in the opposite direction of the college coeds.
Adrian Flamingo: BK London got to pick the match, I'm picking the chain.
Mickey Flamingo: Whut do yew mean?
Adrian Flamingo: Well, a brutal match like a Russian Chain match deserves the most primative, crudest chain we can find. Why look for one when we can get one custom built?
Mickey only grumbled under his breath, but Addie had a point... what with gas prices, inflation, and all those other things Fox News told him. So, to the Blacksmith tent they went and when they got there, they were relieved to see that they didn't have much of a wait. In fact, no body had apparently been to the place in so long that the guy who got stuck playing the blacksmith was kicked back in his tent catching some Z's.
Mickey Flamingo: Poor sunovabitch, he's even bored ta death in the blacksmith tent.
Adrian ignored his uncle as he pounded his fist on the small wooden table the man's feet were resting on, causing the napping man to be jostled from his slumber. Realizing he had a customer, he immediately jumped into character and stood up from his bench.
Frederick Calhoun: Well afternoon, stranger, glad to see General Lee is sending more troops to relieve the good boys of the Confederacy! My name is Frederick Curtis Calhoun and I make sure our troops are well stocked with bullets and cannonballs! Now I'm sure you're wondering how all of them rifles and cannonballs are made, it's all really complex and difficult, but if you stick around for a second...
Adrian Flamingo: Yeah, save the act for someone who gives a damn. Do you really know how to use those tools?
Adrian gestured down to the table that had a vast array of genuine Civil War tools.
Frederick Calhoun: Well, yeah. I mean blacksmithing is something my family has done for years. Actually, these are my great-grandfather's tools...
Adrian Flamingo: Good. I'm interested in acquiring your services for a little project then.
Frederick Calhoun: Look, mister, normally I'd be glad to help a feller in need but I'm not too sure about this.
Adrian pulled his wallet from out of his back pocket and opened it up in front of Calhoun to show that any doubts he had could be relieved very quickly.
Frederick Calhoun: On second thought, a friend in need is a friend indeed. What can I do you for?
Adrian reached into his wallet and pulled out a folded up white piece of paper that he promptly handed over to Calhoun. Frederick started unfolding it as Mickey, who had tuned out of this conversation the second another co-ed nurse walked by finally turned over to Adrian.
Mickey Flamingo: Are yew shure about this, Addie? This seems like a pretty impertant thing to leave in the hands of a stranger.
Adrian Flamingo: As you can see, Freddie, I want you to make me the crudest, most primitive looking chain you can come up with. I need it to be as thick as logger's chain and exactly fifteen feet in length. On each end of the chain, I need a simple shackle, similar to what you “good ol' boys” used to use on slaves. Think you can handle it?
Frederick Calhoun: Depends... how much money yew got riding on getting this chain made?
Adrian smirked at Freddie and gestured to the last number written on the white piece of paper. Freddie's eyes quickly lit up.
Adrian Flamingo: My uncle here will show up at this field and pick it up on Monday. If it's not finished by Monday than you don't get a dime.
Frederick Calhoun: Sounds alright... but what exactly is this thing for? A movie or something?
Adrian Flamingo: You could say that.... oh, by the way, there was one more thing I forgot to add on that. Mickey, mind handing me the centerpiece?
Mickey reluctantly reached into his back pocket and retrieved the “centerpiece” of the Russian chainmatch – a five pound railroad spike. Adrian smirked as he grabbed the spike and handed it over to Freddie the blacksmith. Freddie's eyes widened as he palmed the recently sharpened spike.
Adrian Flamingo: I need that welded in the center of that chain. See you in a few days.
Before Freddie could ask anymore questions, Adrian and Mickey turned away from the blacksmith and headed back to the busy crowd of the re-enactment battle.
Mickey Flamingo: Can we go to the nerse tent now?
Adrian Flamingo: ... No.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:06:36 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 2: A New Target?
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
A night of madness is sure to unfold this evening as the card dubbed as “Multi-man Madness” promises awesome tag team action. The scene is set to allow multiple feuds to start and other feuds to erupt to new levels. Rio De Janiero has a lot of ACW fans, and the full HBSC arena compliments the fans devotion to the global wrestling juggernaut that is ACW.
Among ACW’s list of talented superstars is the “Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews, who upon recent return has yet to fight in a televised contest; that is, until tonight. He had on Warfare startled the leader of the Second Coming with a declined proposal to join their group of four in order to pursue his own personal goals. Yeah, he was pissed off at the stable because of the way he was left out and used; but was such extreme anger and resentment justified? Scott seems to think so, and Jon Taylor just didn’t seem to understand the personal needs of the Cold Blooded Killer. So he got shafted. Tonight, both men will have a chance to let out a little bit of anger on the other: Scott for having Taylor intrude and disturb him only a week into his return, and Taylor out of spite for having Scott turn down his offer. Will it escalate or keep to a petty little disagreement?
The “Scarlet Assassin” himself walks down the hallway and is met by the lovely Charlotte King as the scene fades in. She has a microphone in hand and is ready to deliver an interview with Scott Andrews.
Charlotte King: Hello, ACW fans, tonight I have with me a recent returning superstar to ACW, “The Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews! First of all Scott, I couldn’t help but notice your resentment towards your former stable last week. Can you elaborate?
Scott: I think I said enough last week. I tend to spill my guts at inappropriate times, particularly when I’m in a foul mood. Truth is, yes, I’m annoyed that men whom I’ve fought alongside with and even those who are just new to the stable didn’t have the brains to stick together like a good team should. If they’d banded together with me we could’ve taken it all the way. But in saying that, I think I was a little harsh on Senator. He’s a good man who’s worked hard and he deserved the win. I’m just torn with emotions around the situation and the stable. Should I hate them for leaving me on the sideline, or should I make amends and start again? Am I being realistic or selfish? It’s an internal struggle, and I’m just gonna have to take out my frustration tonight.
Charlotte King: Speaking of which, what are your thoughts on the match?
Scott: Teaming with two guys I’ve never wrestled with before should be interesting, but I’m an experienced tag team wrestler, so I should be fine. I’m reviewing some tapes of them later on so I can get the gist of their styles. My opponents on the other hand are, from what I’ve seen, whiny little bitches who have the International and Entertainment Titles held hostage. Showtime? A little punk who’s going to get his ass kicked. Fallen Souls? I...guess he’s alright, but I’m still gonna kick his head in, and lastly; Taylor. The man who thought it’d be a good idea to barge into my locker room and demand that I join his Second Rate stable or whatever they’re called. Point is, you get pushy with Scott Andrews, he’s gonna push back. Tonight, maybe you’ll get it through your skull that I’m not interested in coming and having tea parties and playing barbies with your other girlfriends. I’m here to get things done. I’m here to do what I should have done a long time ago. My blood is boiling, my temper is wearing thin; and tonight there’s gonna be an assassination; Second Coming, unfortunately, it’s gonna be you!
Scott storms off after working himself up and Charlotte watches him walk away as the scene fades out.
FADE OUT
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:08:10 GMT -5
The Beginning of a Chronicle Danny Mainer Chilling to the bone he’s never felt colder as he stands backstage in the ACW arena even though the atmosphere is 100% grade-A roasting. Mainer stands backstage just before his match with The Second Coming and his tag partner Jake Steele and ACW Legend Scott Andrews. Mainer is in his black ring tights with the green dragon designs and black boots. His face does not portray the look of the happy go lucky scamp/madman that is Danny Mainer. It is the look of a focused, devoted and intense Danny Mainer glaring at the camera lense.
Danny is undoubtedly in a bad mood after what happened with the car and having to walk a good 10 miles to the arena bare-minimum but something else has gotten to him. Realization. People think he’s a joke. Nothing but some goofy figure of what ACW is really about. When he’s not having a beer he’s having a joke and it’s time for him to finally step out into the fires of realization which he was thrown into. He’s ready for a transition. It’s time to upgrade to the next level… it’s time to bring the intensity and the flavour. It’s time for a revolution… it’s time for a change. It’s time for the raising of the dragon, it’s time for the uprising… it’s time for a new dawning. It’s time for a Danny Mainer segment.Danny: Too long have I been the whipping boy of ACW… a great big goofy dork of a joke and tonight has made me realise that if I want to get anywhere I need to stop thinking about how I plan get people to laugh and more about how I plan to people to go “Oh Shit, did he just do that?!” because long enough I have been the dolphin of ACW. The goofy guy you all love to go “Yay Mainer! Do a Barrel Roll!” and because of my willingness to perform and entertain I’ve always been the kind of guy to say “How fast?” and so alas the time to make people laugh is over because while you’re laughing you’re incredibly vulnerable to a punch to the stomach. Laughter kills, laughter gets killed and it’s time to tighten up my boots.Danny takes a breather and glares into the camera as on-side walks a man in a black suit and slicked back hair. He looks like Yakuza films reject and yet he’s oddly recognizable in his black suit and black tie with wrap-around sunglasses, black leather gloves. Danny: ANTHRAX has also had a make-over. From kitchen-ware to a nice little Calvin Klein Black Stripe suit and some nice leather driving gloves. He’s gone from Comedy Act to Class Act. If ANTHRAX was a ballbreaker before while half-focused on being hilarious just IMAGINE what this new intense, violent, focused machine can do.ANTHRAX: Indeed. With my new fine suit and a pair of brass knuckles donned on each hand I can go from being a warped stereotype in the most annoying piece of metal to mean, violent and cruel. Before I never spoke because it was a code of conduct not to speak. We’re taking ACW to new levels. The Maine Event is exactly where we’re headed. It’ll be Mr. Mainer’s name in lights by our joined efforts with Jake Steele and anyone else that wishes to assist us.Danny: The great thing is, this new intensity is going to work for us all. Starting Monday you’re going to see a new, focused, vicious, mean, show-stealing kind of Danny Mainer. See, ACW has 99 problems and I’m number 1. The new Danny Mainer is the beginning of something special, a new bear trap in ACW. I’m going to be ready to break necks and beat bitches down. Fighting for what’s mine, fighting for truth, fighting for The ACW International Title which belongs to me and after that? Well I’ve got my sights set on an event 5 months away. I don’t care who knows it, who wants to know or who doesn’t want to know. The fact of the matter is is that this year is the year where The King of Vegas becomes Emperor of the Ring. I am going to hurt anyone unfortunate enough to get in the way, break their freaking necks and slam down an iron fist on anyone who even THINKS to try and take it away from me.ANTHRAX: Brutality will follow in my path. I, ANTHRAX am with Mr. Mainer every step of the way on his path to greatness and when Mr. Danny Mainer takes a stranglehold of this company, throttles every last essence out of it and becomes recognized as the great superstar in the history of these hallowed halls. Anybody foolish enough to cross his path will be foolish enough to suffer the repercussions of such a grossly idiotic act. This is the beginning of the chronicle of…Danny: XI-8000. This robotic new code-name signals that I am of Xtreme Intensity and I am the 8000 model, the best in the line of many who claim to be the best. Cold, Remorseless, Shocking. When I watch some poor fucker lie dead, all of their nerves in the system switched off in a pool of their own blood after me having beaten them senseless strangling the very fuel which keeps this place going out of it I will weaken the foundations and SMASH the glass ceiling. I now will take a hold and throttle the life out of this place violently WITHOUT remorse. Enough of the crappy trailers for Cameron Diaz’s latest, greatest insomnia cure. It’s time for the real feature film. It’s time to take violence, panic, chaos, hatred to a whole new level. It’s time for XI-8000. It’s time for NeoTokyo, it’s time for people to run rabid as fear strikes into their minds… it’s TIME FOR A CHANGE. This is only the start…NEXT. CHAPTER.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:11:23 GMT -5
Match 1: Rattlesnake and Sarin vs. The Fashion Express (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. RATTLESNAKE & SARIN VS. THE FASHION EXPRESS ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by the Second Cumming – Because honestly, who doesn’t like sloppy seconds? *-
Rattlesnake Age: 32 Height: 6'8" Weight: 257 lbs. Hometown: Orlando, Florida
Sarin Age: 22 Height: 5'7" Weight: 122 lbs. Hometown: Paris, France
Thunder Train Age: mid-20's Height: 6'8" Weight: 360 lbs. Hometown: The End of the Tracks
Aiden Joseph Age: 30 Height: 6'3" Weight: 240 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California 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
Sarin is all smiles as she slides into view to the upbeat music of "Lady." Lenny Kravitz's staccato guitar chords accent her skippy gait down to ringside. She exchanges hand slaps with a few fans stretching to reach her and skips up the steps to the apron. Ever the lady, Sarin enters the ring with a slow bend between the bottom ropes, back arching in a crowd pleasing entrance. She waves to the energetic crowd, mounting a turnbuckle and raising a finger to the ceiling. Sarin loosens up in the center of the ring, bouncing on the balls of her boot-clad feet, waiting patiently for the bell to ring.
A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until Ice Train’s WCW theme plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to the entranceway and awaits the arrival of tonight’s victim.
“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: Right from the start there are no doubts who is eager to represent each team. Rattlesnake wants Aiden Joseph in the worst way, and with the Train’s blessing, Aiden is happy to oblige. Immediately from the get go, Rattlesnake makes it clear this will not be a technical display. Throwing hard punches at Aiden, Joseph quickly dodges most of them but gets shaken up as a couple land upon his torso. Not wanting to get blasted in his perfect face, Aiden reaches back and tags in the Thunder Train. Immediately the crowd boos and Rattlesnake is simply beside himself! To help quench his thirst, Rattlesnake gives Aiden a big back elbow that sends him crashing to the outside for good measure! Reynolds immediately admonishes Snake for this, which inadvertently leaves him open for a Thunder Train COAL BURNER! Knocked down to the mat with tremendous force, Thunder Train follows up with a big elbow drop to the back of Rattlesnake’s head! Stunned, Snake is easy to pick up but this Rattler still has plenty of bite! Knocking Train’s hands away from him, Rattlesnake fires back with a JAB COMBO! 4 right punches go sailing into the Train’s face followed by a slithering clothesline! Train drops the canvas and Snake makes the tag into Sarin, and with this, we head to the match’s midpoint! MATCH MIDPOINT: It’s the middle minutes of this match up and Sarin battles with the Thunder Train! Sarin is most certainly undersized against the big Train, but her speed more than makes the match up even. Spring boarding herself off the middle rope, she spins in midair and takes him down to the mat with a CROSS BODY BLOCK! Hoping to convert this into a pin, Sarin grabs the Train’s leg but is easily kicked off his body. With a quick roll, Train makes the tag into Aiden and the crowd gasps on as they will be witness to an ACW first: Aiden Joseph Vs. Sarin Rossi. With a smug look on his face, Aiden waves in Sarin for the grapple. She steps in, causing Aiden to extend his hands outward, but then quickly steps back out. Now seeing an opportunity for a clean shot, Sarin takes it in the form of a BUTTERFLY KICK! Aiden gets a boot right in his face and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge. Clutching his face in horror, he lays blame on Sarin for this misdeed and rushes at her with a Polish hammer! Sarin gets wrecked by the BOX OFFICE SMASH and now it is time for Mr. “Second to None” to gloat! Placing one foot upon Ms. Rossi, Aiden extends both hands outwards for the triumphant pin attempt! She easily kicks out of it, but the damage has been done and this match is still Aiden’s for the taking. MATCH ENDING: It’s a race for the finish and both teams struggle to capture the victory! Moments ago, Reynolds was knocked down with an accidental FAST FORWARD! The moment Reynolds goes down, Rattlesnake comes rushing into the ring! From behind he takes Aiden down with a running lariat! Aiden goes crashing into the Train and this in turn makes Thunder Train the legal man! With the fate of the match in his hands, Train dares not disappoint and he quickly goes right to work! With a headbutt to Rattlesnake, he combos with a LOCOMOTIVE LAUNCH! Around and around Snake goes and one release later, Snake is sent sailing out of the ring where he joins Aiden on the outside! Brushing off his hands, Train celebrates the victory but fails to realize that Sarin is still very much alive and very much legal! Able to make it to her feet undetected, Sarin pushes the Train in his back to get his attention. As Train turns around, the only thing he sees is Sarin’s hand flying right in his face! It connects with great force and Sarin combos with a crescent kick to complete the RIN SPIN! Train goes crashing down onto his back and Sarin gets into position for the pin! From outside the ring, Aiden tries desperately to get back into the ring so he can break up the pinfall, but Rattlesnake cuts him off! This allows Sarin the time she needs to cover! Tremendous teamwork! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: SARIN & RATTLESNAKE!
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:14:56 GMT -5
The Good Old Years… (Credit: Steele)
High Time High School. A school which had it’s share of bad moments, and even worse kids. Not the best school in town, and definitely not one that is looked at when deciding upon a school to send your teenager to, for higher learning. Nope… High Time High was just a regular school in the hood of New York City, where kids went to smoke weed, get drunk, fuck a fat bitch, or hell even fight a nigga or two. This school happened to have the same violence and illegal substance abuse go on for years, until one day, a boy named Jake Steele, changed everything, all thanks to the love of his life, Asia Garrett.
Steele Ambitions, Part 1.
The scene opens up to the outside of High Time High School, kids are running around outside, while others can be seen on the steps, smokin’ weed, or some other form of drug. Everything stays the same, until in the distance, a song can be heard. “In Da Club” by 50 Cent, it blares through as a few girls start screaming “Dat’s mah jam, turn dat up baby!”, it keeps playing, until a car can be seen in the distance. It is a Mercedes Benz, of what type is not 100% identifiable, but we know whoever is driving, surely has money in their pocket. The car pulls up the sidewalk, and two people can be seen: A older woman, and a younger boy, who looks nervous going to this new school, he also looks very familiar to the eyes of the ACW fans, he is a younger version of Jake Steele. Jake’s mom embarrassingly kisses him, and he steps out with girls rolling their eyes at him, and boys laughing at him, deeming him not cool. Jake walks past everybody in the school, until he notices a girl… Skin complexion… dark… her hair, black with red highlights… and her body… bangin! Steele sees the girl, who looks at him a bit funny, but cracks a smile at him, to which he smiles back before heading inside.
Steele lets the door slam behind him, as he walks down the halls, backpack on his back, and kids all around him, with evil glares. He looks at the people looking at him in the hall, before starting to think of the girl he just passed… He smiles and starts to daydream… He’s in a room, with candles lit everywhere, and he is walking towards a silk sheeted bed, with this girl in his arms, he and her kiss before he begins to lay her down onto the bed, while he disrobes. He rips his shirt off, and leans over to her, kissing her neck, she begins to pull her pants off and Jake unzips his as well, then he sti-…
“BOOM!”
Steele’s fantasy/daydream ends abruptly when he bumps into a rather large muscular boy, who turns around with his face full of anger. He looks down at Jake, who backs up a bit in fear.
“Watch where your going loser! Before I knock your teeth in.”
Jake Steele: I didn’t mean ta’ bump into ya’ like dat. Cool off brah.
“What!?… Cool off? You fucking punk, you cool off!”
Suddenly the boy cocks his fist back, and throws a fist at Jake who meets his hand, while getting sent back into oblivion. He lands back near the door where he came in, and all the kids yell “FIGHT, FIGHT!” and “OHHHH!” While Jake begins to get up, even after such a hard punch. Jake puts his hand over his mouth, and spits out blood into his hand, before wiping it on his shirt, letting a streak of blood go all across his “Kanye West” T-Shirt. Jake walks back up to the boy, when…
“NO! Wayne, don’t hurt Jake! PLEASE!”
The crowd of kids look on, and wonder why Asia Garring, the woman who Jake seems to be infuated with, is coming to his rescue…
Asia Garring: Wayne… You… I… love him.
Jake looks on in shock at her words, as Wayne becomes enraged and grabs the shirt of Asia, ready to hit her, when….
[Fade]
The scene opens back up, with Steele at his normal age in a room looking at shelf full of books, of which kind we don't know, but they're books. Steele pulls a book out of the shelf, and he opens it up, before turning around to the camera and looking shocked to see them, but still says a few words.
Jake Steele: Hey, Hey, Hey. Ya’ll don’t even know how we got here, do ya‘? In the next few weeks, I’ll be taking ya’ back to where I came from. Until then… PEACE.
Steele throws up the peace sign, and walks off the camera.
[Real Fade]
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:15:31 GMT -5
“The Most Important Promise” (Credit: Chris Williams) ======================================================
A flashback to October 11, 2004
Nurse: We need a crash cart in here! He’s flat-lining!
I watch as numerous nurses rush into the room, one carrying a defibrillator and paddles, another wielding my father’s medical chart. All of them furiously worked to stabilize my father as I watched on in silence. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that my father was near the end of his time.
Nurse: Clear!
Still nothing from the machines. I watch, and it dawns on me that this may be the last time I ever see my father alive. Yet another nurse storms in, cluttering up the room, but not helping my father at all. What a mess. This isn’t how my father would want to die.
Nurse: Clear!
Nothing. I am certain my father’s time has come. And then… an unbelievably relieving sound. The slow, steady beep of his machine hit my ears again. His heart was beating again. He was alive again. That is all that mattered to me. All of the nurses left the room but one. She motioned for me to talk outside of the room… out of earshot of my father. I followed her outside of the room, prepared for the worst… and that is exactly what I heard.
Nurse: Chris, there isn’t much more we can do for your father. We can do our best to make him comfortable, but his heart just isn’t going to last much longer. The disease is just shutting down his body entirely… he doesn’t have that much time left. You need to say your goodbyes.
Her words don’t register in my mind; I’ve numbed myself from the pain long before this. I gaze back into the room at my father, who is beginning to stir. The nurse nods to me, then turns back and walks away, unaffected by this entirely. I walk into the room, now engulfed in this silence. I lock eyes with my father, whose eyes are glistening with tears. He, too, realizes that he is about to die. I sit down next to my father, knowing this will be the last conversation we will have.
Chris Williams: How you doin’, Dad?
My father grins.
Jack Williams: Never been better, kid. I haven’t seen you in awhile… how’ve you been?
Chris: I’ve been better, Dad.
My father smiles again, and he even lets out a small chuckle. It’s amazing how someone can be so calm and relaxed, even in the face of death itself. He’s always been that way… nothing can rattle him, nothing can shake him.
Jack: I thought I was the one who was dying….
Chris: Don’t say that Dad, you can still pull through this.
My words are hollow. We both know there is no way that he can make it through this, but saying it out loud makes it final, makes it real. My father changes the subject, neither of us wanting to talk of the inevitable.
Jack: So how does it feel, being in the ring, just like your old man?
Chris: It’s tough Dad. I don’t think I’m cut out for it. The guys I’m fighting are in a completely different class altogether. They are too big, too fast, too strong… I just can’t keep up with it. I can’t make a living off of losing… hell, even when I win, the pay still isn’t that great. And it’s not like I’m fighting for an audience, the bleachers sit about thirty people max. I just don’t think it’s what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.
Jack: Chris, don’t ever sell yourself short like that. You may not be the strongest or the fastest man there ever was, but you’ve got more heart than anybody else out there. You’re mentally tough, you aren’t easily rattled. If you work at it, you could be an amazing technical wrestler.
My favorite thing in the world was to watch you train, and to watch you fight. I knew I had done something right when my son goes toe-to-toe with somebody else and fights with all he’s got. You’re a fighter, Chris… always have been, always will be. So be the best damn fighter than you can possibly be.
Chris: But I keep losing, and these guys are always going to be more experienced. It’s just not worth the paycheck anymore.
A fire lit up in my father’s eyes that I hadn’t seen in years.
Jack: The paycheck? Since when does the paycheck matter, kid? If I wouldn’t have broken my neck taking that botched top-rope piledriver, I would still be in there, in that ring. My chance was taken from me, don’t blow yours. Wrestling isn’t about being the best there is. Wrestling isn’t about the paycheck. It’s about doing what you love, Chris, and I know deep down, you LOVE to wrestle. You’re naturally talented to be a wrestler, just keep working at it. Train every chance you get. This is for you, Chris, and you alone. Once you realize that you’re wrestling because it’s what you love to do, then you can start wrestling for the people that chant your name. You’re gonna make it big kid, but don’t let it go to your head. Don’t forget where you came from. But don’t quit, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.
Chris: You’re probably right. I’ve always wanted to be someone great, and I know wrestling is what I love most. I’ll do it Dad… I’ll become a professional someday. I’ll be a champion someday… and I’ll do it for myself, and I’ll do it for you. And someday, when everyone in the arena is screaming my name… I’ll do it for them. I promise you.
Tears are flowing down my father’s cheeks. For the first time since I can remember, tears are running down mine as well. My father is going to die. That thought will stay with me forever… nothing can numb you from that. My father stretched out his hand, and I grasped it as hard as I could. We locked eyes, and just held each other for the longest time. I laid my head down on his chest, and held his hand even tighter. Then he looked into my eyes, and spoke once more.
Jack: I love you, Chris. Goodbye.
He closed his eyes and laid his head back. I felt his grip loosen, and then go limp altogether. The steady beep of the machines went flat. I didn’t need a doctor to tell me that my father was dead.
Chris: Goodbye Dad. I love you too.
I stood up, wiped the tears from my face with the sleeve of my shirt, and walked out of the hospital room door. Numb, emotionless again, I left the hospital, setting out to fulfill the most important promise I ever made.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:16:32 GMT -5
Segment: “We all have a Cross to Bear - Part 2” Credit: ~Aj 5/2/08 6:15 P.M. Valley Hospital Medical Center, Las Vegas, Nevada [The last time he felt an uneasy feeling such as this he was a young man preparing himself for another scolding. Inside the Joseph household, a typical scolding was not simply an admonishment reinforced with some type of punishment, but rather physical violence, the effects of which left him scared for a lifetime. Though the bruises and cuts remedied themselves over time, the mental trauma still lingers to this very day and no amount of therapy has ever allowed him to move on. They say that time heals everything; Aiden disagrees. Over the last eight years his wounds have perhaps been “stitched up,” but never completely healed. As he prepares to face the demon on her deathbed, his “stitches” now find themselves being ripped open thus negating any good the passing of time has provided.] Aiden Joseph: Mother? Cynthia Joseph: Aiden, is that you? Aiden: My God.... [He doesn’t recognize the woman laying in bed in front of him, only her voice. It is too distinct to belong to anyone else. He walked into this room with anger and in a matter of seconds, that anger has turned into pity.] Cynthia: I am sorry for my current appearance, Aiden. Cancer hasn’t been kind to me. [Seeing her like this twists his mind and leaves him with emotions he is extremely hesitant to feel. As much as he would like to reach out and comfort his mother, the fact that she never did the same for him at any point in his life prevents him from doing so. His only course of action at the moment is to be blunt, direct.] Aiden: So, you wanted to see me? Cynthia: That I did. Please sit down, son. [Her frail hand motions toward a chair that resides alongside the bed. With reservations, Aiden places his body within it.] Cynthia: I know we haven’t had the best of relationships. [She pauses. This reunion is just as difficult for the mother as it is for the son. Her heart knows exactly what it wants to say, but in this ill stricken condition, her mind struggles to find the right words.] Cynthia: I-I am truly sorry for not being a good mother to you. I just wanted you to know that I regret every wrong that I ever did to you. I did nothing to encourage you to live your dreams and you wisely left to pursue them on your own. I am proud of you, Aiden, and I accept you for who you are. No matter what you think of me personally, do know that I love you. [He wants to return the sediment; he truly does. However, the moment he tries to muster up saying those three little words, painful memories of this woman overcome him, none of which have the slightest thing to do with love.] Aiden: It would have been nice if you said that to me years ago, mother. [Though Cynthia had braced herself for her son’s cold reaction, it still stings her heart. She tilts her head away from him in an effort to hide the tears that now stream from the corner of each eye. Seeing her in distress shatters Aiden’s heart, and in doing so, creates enough cracks for a chance of reconciliation to slip itself inside.] Aiden: But it does my heart well to hear it now. [Her eyes return to his and a smile comes across both of their faces. In this moment in time, they are as they should have always been, loving mother and son.] One hour later ... Cynthia: Must you go Aiden? Aiden: I’m afraid I must mother. I have a feeling that nurse will call security on me if she has to ask me to leave once more. Cynthia: Will you come see me in the morning before your flight leaves? Aiden: I will, mother. [He never did; he never was given the chance.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:17:30 GMT -5
Segment: A Stairway to the One (Credit: Nick Durden) The date of Nick Durden’s in-ring return was looming. The butterflies did not swarm around in Nick’s stomach, oddly. Normally, he’d be pretty nervous but he wasn’t. He didn’t feel any emotion right now, actually.
Love? Who did he have left to love?
Jealousy? Who did he have to be jealous of?
Sadness? What did he have to be sad of? Nothing. He’s made some mistakes, sure. But he’s broken the locks on those heavy chains of doubt and fear.
Happiness? The only happiness he’ll get is if he stands proudly atop the ACW mountain as its undisputed sovereign.
Fear? What did he have to fear? Another injury? The fear left him long ago. This is what he wants, and the only way to get it is to risk it all. And quite frankly, he wouldn’t have it any other way.~~~~~~~~~~~~ The scene opens in the nice quiet home of Nick Durden. As he finishes fixing his bed after waking up, he heads over to the bathroom to brush his teeth, shower, and begin his day. He enters the bathroom, turns the left knob on the bathroom sink, and the cold water begins to release itself. He grabs his toothbrush and wets it, before placing toothpaste on it. The toothbrushing process is a long one. He liked to keep his teeth white. After about three minutes, he spits out his last gulp of water and places his toothbrush down. He removes his black wifebeater and throws it into the hamper. The rest of his clothing comes off, and after that he gets into the shower. It was a big tub. Nick liked to fill it up with water sometimes and swarm around in it. It relaxed him. But he didn’t need to relax right now. He didn’t feel like it.
He turns both shower knobs and the water begins to come down from the shower head. The cool water seems to relax him, though. Maybe he could go for some relaxation. He covers the bottom shower hole with the cover, so the water doesn’t escape down it. He sits down at the far end of the tub and places his arms on the side edges of the tub. He closes his eyes. The water slowly began to fill up the tub. This was quite relaxing for him. He’s glad he did it. This was calming him down. His eyes closed. He breathed in, then let the air back out. Without realizing it, he slowly drifts to sleep as the water slowly rises up. Enter A New World -see the bright light-
[/color][/b][/size][/center] It’s a dark place. Nothing else, but darkness. The air: dark. The ground: dark. He wonders how he can be standing. There is nothing below him but darkness. Everything is black. He steps forward, yet he feels the floor beneath him. He reaches out with an arm; he feels the air in front of him. He can breathe air, yes. But everything is so dark. Infinite Darkness. This represented Nick right now. Nothing shone bright in his life. There was not a light to shine for him. His mother, gone. His father, he did not talk to. His brother, he’s off living his own life.
He was alone. Alone in the darkness. No brightness in his world. He walks forward, nervously. He doesn’t see where’s going. There’s nothing to see. Everything was completely black. He falls on his knees as he begins to sweat.I can’t remember anything. Can’t tell if this is true or dream.He feels as if a force is keeping him down as he knees. He tries his hardest to stand up, but it’s no use. He lets out a gasp.Deep down inside I feel the scream. This terrible silence stops me.His arms give out on him. He now lies down on complete darkness. He can barely move a muscle. What was going on?Nick: What is this? Now that the war is through with me I’m waking up I cannot see. That there is not much left in me. Nothing is real but pain now.
Hold my breath, as I wish for death.Nick: Oh Please, God…Nick, WAKE UP… The light bursts out of nowhere. His eyes manage to catch the small hint of brightness. The strength returns, slowly but surely. He manages to crawl toward the light now. Halfway there, he collapses. He’s given up.
Then, a voice. A soft, loving voice he hears. He picks his head up, and looks forward, the light has grown bigger. It was almost as if it was a hole.“Come..Come To Me.” Nick: Who are you? He manages to say this, as he begins to crawl forward again. His whole body quivers. The darkness terrifies him. His hands have gotten smaller. So have his arms. His whole body resembled that of a seven year old. He sees the change and lets out a yell. The light grows bigger and the voice is heard again.“You Can Do It. Come…” He lets out the loudest yell a seven year old could possibly give. He springs back up to his small feet and runs toward the light. He extends his arm. As he gets closer, the light seems to get farther away.“Hurry..Hurry, Son..” The light gets as big as ever before, and closer. He sees a woman inside it, staring at him. She resembled his mother…
With all his energy, he continues to run forward. With one giant leap, his head touches the light and he’s warped out of the darkness. He lands on soft green grass. As he opens his eyes, he sees the sun shining down on him. The sun’s light being too strong for his eyes, he closes them. He turns over onto his front and stands himself up. He was back to his normal self. His grown thirty year old self. He looked in front of him, and saw that the field he was in seemed endless. A beautiful mile of green grass, with flowers in different places. A single tree stood to his side. It was a magnificent one. He turned around and almost falls back as he sees his mother stand there.
She looks Saintly. He could almost see a halo over the top of her head. He gulps before walking forward. His arm extends, as do his fingers, as he reaches out to touch her face. It felt real. She felt real. All she did was smile at him. She smiled at her son. A tear escapes her eye as she pulls him in for a hug. She looked so young. She was almost as young as he was. He had forgotten how beautiful she was. It had been more than twenty years since he’s last seen her. He felt warmth inside; Warmth that made him feel like he was the happiest man alive.Nick: …Mother? Catherine Carter: Son… Nick: Is it really you? Catherine: ( smiling warmly ) Yes, Nicholas. This is me… Nick: I can’t…can’t believe this. How can this be? Catherine: Oh, it’s so good to see you, Nicholas. I’ve missed you so much. You’ve grown up to be quite the handsome man! Nick: Thanks…mama. Catherine: Are you okay? You don’t seem to be. What’s wrong Nick? Come, walk with me. They begin walking. He’s hesitant to say anything. He can’t believe this. How can this be happening? He was walking in a beautiful field, alongside his mother. A woman who has been dead for so many years years. Yet, she looked magnificent. She looked alive and well. He walked alongside her, slowly. He hasn’t answered her question. She doesn’t pressure him into answering. She understands how he feels. After walking what seemed like a quarter mile, he finally answers her. She was so patient.Nick: I’m fine. This is just…unreal. I’ve longed to see you for so long. Every night that I go to sleep, I always think back on when I was a child, and you used to hold me in your arms. It calms me down. It puts me to sleep, happily, Mama. Catherine: It makes me happy to hear that, son. I look down on you from time to time. It breaks my heart to know that I left you at such a young age. I cry for you every once in a while. Nick: I haven’t cried for you, Mama. I can’t bring myself to cry anymore. Catherine: I understand that, Nick. It’s best. If you cried, I would cry too. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Nick: You know, I’m really glad this is happening. Whatever this is. I’m glad. I needed this to happen. It lifts my spirit. Catherine: I’m glad to hear that, Nick. Nick: So, Kirsten might be in love. Catherine: Ah yes, I know. I keep my eye on her, too. She seems to be quite enamored with that Jake Cheng fellow. I’m so happy for her. Nick: I’m not…Jake’s quite the irksome fellow sometimes. Nick chuckes playfully.Catherine: Oh don’t worry about that Nick. I’m sure he thinks you’re a fine young man. Nick: Heh…Wow. The nervousness is coming back to me. Catherine: What are you nervous about? Nick: Stepping back into the ring. I mean, I keep telling myself I can’t be scared if I’m gonna accomplish my goals, and yet, I can’t help but be petrified. I mean, all it’s gonna take now is one bad bump, and I’ll spend the rest of my life a vegetable. Catherine: Nick! Don’t talk like that. You know better than that. Nick: Sorry, Mama…I’m just…stressed. Catherine: I’m sure you will do fine, Nick. Just try your best. And please, don’t be so hard on yourself getting there. You tend to get crazy in there, son. She smiles, and he lets out a small cheerful laugh. They continue to walk the green field. He looks at her as she looks forward. He sees that she’s gotten paler.Nick: Mama…your face. It’s gone whiter. Catherine: Oh, it has…My time is almost up. Nick: Time? Catherine: Yes…Don’t worry, Nick. I’ll be back. I don’t know when. It could be years from now. But I’ll be back. Nick: Don’t go… Catherine: I have to, son. Nick: I don’t want you to go… Catherine: I’m sorry, Nicholas. And please, do me a favor…try talking to your father more often. Tell him I love him. Tell him I miss him. The same goes for your sister…I’ll be watching, you Nicholas. Take care, son…I…love you. Never forget that. One tear escapes his eyes.
No. It wasn’t a tear of sadness. Quite the opposite. It was a tear of happiness. A tear escapes her eyes too. He goes in for one last hug, but she’s gone. He almost falls forward. He’s gone from the field. Back to the darkness now. He isn’t there long, though. The darkness is different though. It seems to be getting brighter by the second. A sign that the darkness in Nick is no more.
As the whole darkness turns into a burning light, he’s back in his bathtub in a flash.
He takes in a deep breath and the water enters his nose. He begins to cough. He realizes he’s been asleep for a long time. The water in the bathtub almost covered his face. He could have drowned.
He quickly gets off of the bathtub. He lands on the carpeted floor, and it quickly becomes soaked. He turns off the water, and he takes the top off of the bathtub hole. The water makes its way down the drain. He lets out another cough. Thankfully, the water wasn’t cold. He could have become greatly sick.
He grabs the towel and ties it around his waist. He exits the bathroom and makes his way to his bed. He sits down on it and the sun shines in his room through the window. He hears the birds singing. It was a beautiful day. He stands up to his feet and looks out the window. The clouds get out of the sun’s ways. He could have sworn his mother was formed in one of the clouds. He didn’t try to shake it off. He enjoyed it. He smiles up at it.
A sign of peace.
He quickly walks over to the CD player system. He takes out an old CD he hasn’t played in years from his CD Case. He enters the CD into the CD player system and “Stairway To Heaven” by Led Zeppelin begins to play. His mother’s favorite song. He sat back down on his bed as he listened to the song. As the song played he smiled. He didn’t how what happened today happened, but he was glad at this. He wasn’t one to question things; just accept them. He lied down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The song continued to play. It made him feel better. He thought of his mother’s smile. Her beauty. Her grace.
He was a happy person now. He knew someone still cared for him. She looked down at him, smiling. This made him feel much better. She was still with him. Wherever he went. She was there. He was glad.Nick: I you too, Mama… There’s a lady who’s sure All that glitters is gold And she’s buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:18:52 GMT -5
"An Unorthodox Tag Team" (Credit: ??/??)
The door to Chairman Gingerdude's office opens. Gingerdude stands before two people, talking to them.
Gingerdude: I want you two to be a tag team.
??: Oh you have got to be kidding me.
??: I can't be in a team with him! This is a travesty! It goes against everything I'm here for.
The camera pans around and shows Chairman Gingerdude talking to Dan White and Rattlesnake.
Dan White: I can't believe you're doing this to me.
Rattlesnake looks at Dan.
Rattlesnake: You can't believe this? What about me! I can't be teamed with this...this...filth!
Dan White: Dude, who the fuck are you calling filth?
Rattlesnake: Obviously since I'm looking at you, I must be talking about you.
Dan White: Oh that's it. I'm about 5 seconds away from kicking your arse, mate.
Rattlesnake: Like you kicked ass in your World Championship match? Oh get off your fucking pedestal.
Dan White: You want to talk about a pedestal? I like how BK London took you off of yours on Monday.
Rattlesnake and Dan get in each others faces. The intensity flows through them as their anger with each other begins to rise.
Gingerdude: ENOUGH!
Rattlesnake and Dan take their eyes off each other and look at Gingerdude.
Gingerdude: I've had enough of the two of you trying to provoke each other into an altercation! The two of you will be put together as a team and you will compete in the Tag Team Championship Tournament!
Rattlesnake: And what if I refuse to team with this piece of garbage?
Dan White: Garbage?! I'll have you know mate, I've been far more successful here than you.
Rattlesnake: Don't make me laugh! I've done more in two years here than you've done in four.
Gingerdude: Hey, cut it out. If either of you refuse to team with your partner, I'll have no choice but to do us all a favor and fire you on the spot. Consider this a chance, your only chance, to keep your jobs. Now get out of my office.
Dan and Rattlesnake walks out the door and stare each other down.
Dan White: Looks like we have no choice. We're in this together. I don't like it one bit.
Rattlesnake: I don't like it either. I've got better things to do than to worry about teaming with you. I've got a mission to accomplish and the last thing I need is you dragging me down.
Dan White: Oooh a mission. Big fucking whoop. And what the deuce are you talking about?! I ain't dragging you down, it's quite the opposite. I'm not about to sink my career on account of you. You aren't worth it.
Rattlesnake: Sink you career? Aren't you running late? Don't you have another person to hold hostage to gain and squander another title opportunity?
Dan White: Oh very funny Snake. But we'll see who's laughing at the end of this.
Dan walks away. Rattlesnake just watches him and shakes his head. The unlikely duo of Dan White and Rattlesnake has just been formed.
(OOC: Obviously credit goes to Dan White and Rattlesnake, in case you were living in a cave on Mars with your ears plugged up and your eyes covered.)
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Post by BK London on May 8, 2008 19:20:19 GMT -5
Match 2: Scott Andrews and The Maine Event vs. Fallen Souls, Jon Taylor, and 'Showtime' Ryan Cooper (Credit: Mainer) MATCH: The Maine Event & Scott Andrews VS The Second Coming CREDIT: Mainer This Match is Sponsored by Grand Theft Auto IV. Because we all have crazy uncontrollable needs to commit homicide once in a while.MATCH-START: The match started with Scott Andrews and Fallen Souls taking potshots at eachother. FSX goes in quick with a Snap Suplex to Scott Andrews striking a look of fear into the face of Danny and Jake at his great degree of strength. Scott Andrews then hit an Arm Wrench and a Kick to the Face though which got clapping and cheering from The Maine Event and hissing and jeering from The Second Coming. Textbook dropkick by Scott Andrews to the chest of FSX followed by an attempt at a Northern Lights Suplex Pin but X was quicker rolling over the back for a Sunset Flip to a 2-count. FSX bombed up to his feet and tagged in Ryan Cooper as Scott Andrews tagged in Mainer. Mainer thundered in and went for the Clothesline but Ryan dodged and hooked an STO instead. He then started to wail on Mainer with boots to the chest isolating him in the corner to tag in International Champion Taylor. MATCH-MID: Taylor was immediate to rub in salt to the wounds of Danny who’s sat in the corner. He makes the waist belt motion which sparks a fury into Mainer who vaults to his feet and starts to slam fists into the head of Taylor out of nowhere followed by a Snap Dropkick sending him stumbling back into his corner. Taylor thunders at Danny though dodging the extended arm and hitting a High Angle Back Suplex dropping him onto his neck. Taylor then dragged Mainer and tagged X. Taylor hoisted Danny and dropped him onto X’s knee to the dismay of the crowd. X then attempted to hit a Silence Scissor Kick but he leapt out of the way tagging in Steele, hot tag style. Steele flies in hitting The Heads Up Spear dropping X to the floor. Steele then grabs him and hits The Death to Life out of nowhere. After a few more minutes of X battering he then tagged in Scott Andrews which is where the match began to reach it’s peak. MATCH-END: Scott Andrews gunned after X who had already managed to tag in Jon Taylor and the two had an epic battle exchanging all manners of Holy crap awesome signatures. When Taylor hit the Clinch attempting to hit the end, Scott Andrews was straight back on his toes hitting Reassuring the Kill MK I and a Decapitator and The Reload to which Taylor’s reply was “Nay Sire! I do not give in.” and instead only added fuel to the flames by hitting a German Suplex. His Enziguiri attempt went awry when Scott moved back and went for a boot to the head to which Jon spun out and got clipped by The Reload. Taylor was down for the count and it was a close one but Taylor managed to scrape the cojones to kick out. Andrews and Taylor both took time out to allow Ryan and Jake to enter the fray, the 2 young’uns chance to take the spotlight and boy did these two not impressed. They brought everything they had to the table. Whatmanaeuver, Gourmet Suplex, Spin Kick, Death to Life. The 2 just kept exchanging signatures until Ryan attempted the Kao Dode but Jake swerves it narrowly replying with his own Right in yo’ Face. The shot echoes throughout the arena as Jake covers for the 1. 2. 3. WINNERS: The Maine Event & Scott Andrews VIA Pinfall (12:46)
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