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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:41:09 GMT -5
Segment: Capital Revenge (Credit: Anthony Kalb/Kevin Fitsharris) Chairman Gingerdude is quite the busy fellow during the course of an ACW broadcast, making sure that the inevitable problems are tidied up, and everything runs not just smoothly, but as perfectly as possible. Of course, a billion distractions prevent him every single time from simply fulfilling his duty...and so enter two more.Fitsharris: We need to speak to Chairman Gingerdude! Now! Kalb: Wouldn't it help if you knocked on the door? Fitsharris: Fine! Kevin Fitsharris pounds away at the door to the Chairman's office, and almost blasts Ginger in the face when he irritably opens it.Gingerdude: This had better be something important, and brief. Kalb: Sorry about that, but we're not in a good mood. Fitsharris: Yeah, what he said, and we want our revenge. Kalb: You were out there too, Ginger, we all saw what that bastard did to Bossman, er, Phillips. Fitsharris: And we're not going to let him get away! Ginger: Calm down. Really, I can't waste time listening to you squabble and whinge about how angry you are. Calm down, both of you. I have no intentions of letting Dan White off the hook. Kalb: Good. Ginger: Shush, you two. I think you gave me the perfect idea. Who better to show a lesson to Dan White than you two? Spring Into Hell, you both will be facing Dan in a two on one handicap match, have fun... Fitsharris: Not good enough, Ginger. Ginger: What? Fitsharris: Come on, it's no fun if you don't make it a no DQ match! Ginger: For once, you made a great point. No disqualifications, it will be. Kalb: Perfect, then. Fitsharris: I'm ready to roll. Ginger: Then get out of my office! Fade Out ================= Deepest Apologies to Mr. Freeman (Credit: Steele/ Freeman) We open back up inside of the ACW arena, and the crowd is buzzing in anticipation. Already so much has happened in this one night, and from here on things can only get better. The wait the fans have comes to a halt as “Good To Me” by G-Unit begins to shoot through the speakers, into the ACW arena, all while the fans begin to stir, not exactly being familiar to the music, but having a idea as to who it could be. Their anticipations are cut short as Jake Steele’s main squeeze, Destiny Mason, steps through the curtains which emits a mixed reaction from the crowd, as they haven’t seen her talk much since Steele entered ACW, save for a couple crazy segments here and there. Destiny, with microphone in hand walks down the ramp, and makes her in way into the ring, as she enters through the second rope, showing off her ass as she enters. She steps in the middle of the ring, and begins to speak. McNally: I wonder what she has to say… Edison: Bequiet McNally, while this fine beauty speaks. Destiny: Alright, here’s the deal. My man Steele couldn’t make it tonight, due to being hospitalized, and he has sent me here to the ACW Arena to give a message to a certain member of the roster, who hurt Steele very badly last Monday, and who must feel very sorry for what he did. Now, I don’t bullshit when I talk, just like my man Steele, and Freeman, I’m telling you to bring your ass out right now!Destiny lowers the mic and waits, looking at the entrance ramp as the fans look to see if Freeman is coming out to explain himself. Yet as they wait, nothing happens. Destiny: Come on Freeman, nigga you scared!? I said, are yo-…Before her words can come out of her mouth, “Ugly” by The Exies begins to erupt through the arena, and we can already see Jason Freeman standing at the top of the ramp, with street clothes on. He has a mic in his hand as well, as he walks quickly down the ramp, before sliding into the ring, and looking up at Destiny. Freeman gets to his feet, and he starts to speak. Freeman: So, Steele isn’t here? Oh, great, I'll believe that. Is this going to be just another chance for me to get attacked from behind? Destiny: When I say Steele isn’t here. He isn’t. He is hospitalized, thanks to the attack you laid out on Warfare!Freeman:And I’m honestly supposed to believe that? I mean sure I hurt him, but if Steele is still hospitalized then Steele must be more of a bitch than I thought. The crowd reels back in a “OHHH” As Freeman and Destiny stare into each other’s eyes. Freeman trying to get into her… mind. And Destiny just wanting to get this over with. Destiny: Look, What I came out here for, was…
To Say Sorry.McNally: What!? Edison: Destiny apologizes to people? Freeman: Sorry? You want to apologize? Destiny: On behalf of my man, my baby. I… No, we are sorry.Freeman: Now that you put it that wa-… Before Freeman can finish his words, the arena goes dark and falls into silence… this only means one thing, which is made for certain as the Alphatron begins to light up… MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE! ... I need da' cake nigga ...The maine event don't play (Uh Uh!) we wrestle but we strapped (Yep!) Williams got the shotgun Mainer got the mack (brrrappp!!!) Steele got the sweeper and you dyin to hear it clap (Uh huh) You won't have another birthday (Cake!) after that (WOO!) Cause I got a temper and I don't know how to act (Fuck!) And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the. (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)"Cake" by Lloyd Banks continues to play as the camera cuts over to the side stage, where smoke is supposed to be pillowing out from it, but instead we see nothing, as Freeman looks on. In the back, we can see Destiny reaching into her pocket, pulling out something, which looks rather weird from a distance… Freeman watches as the music dies down, and we see Steele really is hurt… Edison: Damnit, I thought Steele was here! Freeman turns around, as Destiny throws a bag of Chinese powder into his eyes, blinding Freeman as he willows around trying to grab hold of Destiny, she dodges every try, leading Freeman to the outside of the ring, he tries to see, with one eye barely open and his sights set on the seductive woman known as Destiny. The two run up the ramp, and then stop at the prompters that flash “Meltdown” on it, Freeman looks pissed, finally grabbing Destiny, until we see a fan jump out of the crowd. He has a hat on, and a shirt that says “Jake Steele - One Man Dynasty” on it. This man runs up behind Freeman, while yelling “Hey Asshole!” Freeman turns around and we see the man drive his neck into the torso of Freeman, as both Freeman and the fan get sent back into the prompter and sparks start to fly out, while the crowd looks on in shock. Edison: This is why we don’t let immigrants into the ACW Arena! McNally: That wasn’t a immigrant Edison, actually that “fan” looked vaguely familiar. The refs, and EMT’s backstage rush out, and check the two men, who are behind the screen that held the prompter, making sure these two aren’t dead. The EMT’s take a moment to check, as the two men are damn near unconscious lonely based off of impact. We suddenly see the man who drove Freeman into the stage get up, as he stumbles to his feet, he smiles a bit and removes his hat to reveal… Jake Steele!?!?!? Edison: OH MY GOD!! Steele has arrived! McNally: That damn Steele should be in a hospital right now! Steele rips off his shirt and smiles, before running up to Destiny, who still is shocked by the impact of the move. He motions to her, and she grabs Steele. Steele: Come on baby, before the niggas at the hospital realize that I payed off that Hobo to act like me while I was gone.Steele runs off, and Freeman start stirring a bit, before slowly raising his head up, as the scene fades.
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:42:02 GMT -5
Segment: To Be A Team – Part II Credit: Jay Zero and Libertines We return from commercial break to the locker room of one of ACW’s newest dynamic duo, Libertines and Jay Zero. Once again, not being booked, Libertine relaxes as much as he can with the given steel chair in the locker room. Jay however isn’t as lucky. He paces back and forth running his hands through his hair while he stresses out about the very sudden decisions. [/center] Zero: This is crazy. I mean! [/color] Jay starts to shake his head. It’s hard to tell at this point if he’s happy, sad, shocked, or worried. I guess he’s a little bit of both. Zero: I’ve waited for this shot to come and all – but…wow! [/color] He keeps walking back and forth with Libertines watching him like a hawk. He slouches down in the chair a little bit and begins to ponder what to say to his partner. Zero: ---God damn it! THIS is my first opportunity and it just comes right out from left field! Shit man! [/color] Jay stops finally and sits down on the wooden bench, placing his face into the palms of his hands – totally engulfing his face. Zero: I wanted to prepare for something like this! I mean – man, --shit! This is my chance to get back at Aiden! This is probably my only chance to finally get revenge! I mean – hey, I – I did face him like last month and beat him! But still! That’s not enough! But – The World Title now?! I – I—don’t think I can do this man! I need more time! This isn’t going to work! [/color] At the verge of having a nervous breakdown, Libertines finally intervenes. Libertines: Dude, you need to chill! Zero: Chill?! CHILL LIBS?! Man! [/color] Libertines: Seriously. You wanted the World Title shot, now you got it. Make the best of it! Jay stays quiet for a second. He keeps shaking his head and taking deep breathes. Zero: …. I seriously don’t know what I was thinking. I mean – I was there. You were there. ---And then he was there. What was I going to do? Just bump shoulders with him? [/color] Libertines: I don’t know. Zero: Of course you don’t! The guy was my best friend! Then he just spit in my face and got all metro sexual. How the hell does a man like that just change so quickly y’know? [/color] Libertines: Then screw him! Who cares? Just go out, shock the hell out of him and take away the title! If that’s not enough then I don’t know what is! Zero: Ugh! [/color] Jay lolls his head down again. Zero: ----Gaaah! What the hell was I thinking?! I let my emotions get the best of me! Got so caught up in what was happening I didn’t even THINK about this! Now I have a whole hour or so to prepare for a HUGE match in my career but instead of being happy that I got what I’ve wanted, I feel the urge to puke even more! God. Even if this match was made yesterday it’d be better! Atleast I could have some time to prep! ---Son of a…. [/color] Libertines: Seriously man! Libertines stands up and looks at Jay smiling. Libertines: You said you want to help me out and forget about yourself, right? Zero: Ergh. --- Yeah? And? [/color] Libertines: Well forget that. Tonight, just worry about you winning the title. Zero: Too bad that aint gonna happen! What the hell did I get myself into?! [/color] Libertine: A sick opportunity! And don’t even worry about the lumberjacks, they all probably hate Aiden as much as you do! Jay looks up and the confused look on his face says it all. Zero: ---What? [/color] Libertines: What? Zero: Did you just say lumberjacks? [/color] Libertines: …..Yeeaah? Zero: Well what in the hell do you mean by lumberjacks?! [/color] Libertines: ….As in people surrounding the ring? Isn’t that what a lumberjack match is? Zero: ---Yes but wbat does that have to do with me Libs? [/color] Libertines: …Didn’t you hear? To make it fair or whatever, the Chairman made it a Lumberjack match to make sure you two stay in the ring and don’t get disqualified or counted out or any stuff like that! Jay is completely perplexed. Zero: ----OH MY GOD! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? Oh good god! Now I have those people to worry about! I haven’t been that nice to people Libs! I’ve made my fair share of enemies! God dammit! [/color] Jay is now completely in panic mode now. Libertines: That’s it! Shut up and listen! This is your shot! You wanna help me out? Then do it by winning the title and giving me some more motivation to go out and do something like that! Do you realize what kind of edge we’d have on those other teams going into the tag title tournament with a World Champion on our squad? Zero: …. That title would look good around my waist, wouldn’t it? [/color] Libertines is slow to react. Libertines: Uh---sure! Zero: …And this IS what I’ve been working for lately… [/color] Libertines: Exactly! And just to be safe, I’m gonna be down there to help you out if you need it. It’s a Lumberjack match and all so I gotta make sure those guys stay away from beating you down! And I’m sure Thunder Train is going to be one of those guys. This can be your night – all you gotta do is make it your night! Zero: ….You know what? Alright! [/color] Jay jumps to his feet and looks fiercely into the eyes of his tag team partner. Zero: You remember what I said about what it’s going to take to be a team? [/color] Libertines: Yeah. Zero: Okay good. Well tonight is going to be the first step. In my match, you sure as hell better have my back and you better believe that once you need it, I got yours! Okay/ [/color] Libertines: Yeah, don’t worry about it! Zero: Alright nice! Now—uhm---you should probably go get ready or something.. I don’t know. But I gotta go throw up, so I’ll see you later man! [/color] Jay takes another deep breath and turns around heading for the door at a rather quick pace. Libertines: See ya. Jay opens the door and quickly closes it behind him. Libertines shakes his head and forces a smile as he walks back over to his steel chair and sits down, trying to relax once again. What does Italy have in store for Jay Zero? Will tonight be the night that he claims the gold? Or will he be sent packing to Northern Ireland a sad, sad man? Stay tuned. FADE OUT.
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:42:57 GMT -5
Segment: “Oh Son of a .....” (Credit: The Senatorial Stable) [With the absence of the Senator, the Stable has been in complete disarray. With this new line up, Steve is most definitely the glue that holds the team together and with him out of the picture the unit is falling apart at the seams. Fully aware of this, Aiden Joseph has called an emergency meeting with his cohorts to in hopes of rectify the issues at hand. The sooner the Stable is back sailing in clear waters, the sooner they can continue their dominance of the ACW roster and there is not a man in the room that doesn’t want that. Now standing behind a podium in their makeshift locker room, Aiden Joseph brings the meeting to order a with a well placed gavel strike.] Aiden Joseph: Gentlemen, with the Senator temporarily out of commission, I think it is high time that we elect a temporarily replacement. Would anyone like to toss some suggestions onto the floor? [/color] Jonny Hughes: Well, actually - [Aiden gives Thunder Train a nudging look. Right on cue, Thunder Train blurts out over Hughes - ] Thunder Train *interrupting*: Oh yes, I’d like to elect Aiden! Aiden: The motion has been made to elect myself as Senatorial Stable leader. All those in favor? [/color] Thunder Train: Aie! Aiden: And against? [/color] ~!~SLAM~!~ [Before the rest of the Stable even has a chance to respond, Aiden slams his gavel onto the podium signaling an end to the proceedings.] Kalb, Fitsharris, Freeman & Hughes: NAY! Aiden: The motion has passed! I am now leader! Thank you for your votes![/color] Kalb, Fitsharris, Freeman & Hughes: WHAT? Aiden: You guys had your chance to speak up! [/color] Jason Freeman: But you didn’t give us a chance too! Jonny Hughes: Alright. That’s it. Meeting's over for me. Kevin Fitsharris: Yup, me too. [The Capitalists, Freeman & Hughes rise up from their chairs and head for the exit. However, before they can fully rid themselves of Aiden’s presence, the lights in the room come to a dim by their lonesome and the familiar Senatorial Plasmatron lights up. Awed by this spectacle there isn’t a mind in the room that is not filled with questions at the moment. All eyes turning to Aiden for answers, the Stable quickly acknowledges the fact that he has nothing to do with this for he looks just as dumbfounded as everyone else. If the situation could not get even more bizarre, the image of Steve Phillips dressed as Abraham Lincoln flickers on the screen.] Senator: Greetings! It is I, time Lincoln! Aiden: Oh son of a - [/color] Thunder Train *screaming*: OH GOD HE HAS COME TO KILL US ALL! [The Senator cannot help but chuckle at James’ reaction. With a lift of his cap, the Senator returns himself to his normal image, albeit, a bit scruffy for appearences.] Senator: So I did get that goofy line right... You will have to excuse me gentlemen, I just find humor to be most welcome during trying times such as these, and also, I just wanted an excuse to use that hat I recieved from an Illinois historical society...not to mention that I have failed to shave off this facial hair while in recuperation. I hope I did not startle you too much with my presence this evening, of course. Aiden: Steven, do not worry yourself; I have everything under control! Now you just go rest your head - [/color] Senator *interrupting*: Mr. Joseph. Aiden: Yes? [/color] Senator: Stifle it! Aiden: .... okay [/color]. Senator: Though I may not physically be there with you all this evening and for the foreseeable future, do know that I most certainly am very involved in the day to day operations of this Stable. Do not worry nor panic, this, our finest collection of talent in the buisness today, will never miss a step, not on my watch. Now unless there are any questions, go out there and show our audience just why we are ACW’s finest. And I trust that everything is running smoothly. [Senator Steve Phillips, always the great negotiator. Satisfied with his words, the Stable passes along their well wishes to him and disbands. As Aiden proceeds to the door, he can’t help but vent his frustration over tonight’s events; he had so hoped he would have claimed leadership of the group.] Aiden: Silly man can’t take a bloody day off. [/color] Senator: Excuse me Mr. Joseph? Aiden *looking surprised*: OH! I said you are a great man and we should all sound off, on your greatness, of course! [/color] Senator: Mhm, of course. [Having stuck his foot in his mouth once already, Mr. Joseph has no plans on sticking around so he can do it again. He scampers out the door, and with that, the meeting is adjourned.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:43:17 GMT -5
Segment: Indiana Souls and the Raiders of the Lost Hope (Credit: FSX) Temple of Doom...?! 5/14/08 Not 1936 There is always some sort of twist designed to create a tale of adversity and triumph that could be told for generations, but rarely is it also an achievement in cinematic history. That was the case for a man who did all he could to whip his way to fame, and succeeded for many years. Drifting off to obscurity and leaving to do films that would never manage such a success was quite painful for him however, thus it should really come as no surprise that he made a return to the ticket that made him a truly transcendent star. Just as his name now resurfaces and his career is possibly headed for yet another unexpected boom, another is placed in a similar situation to the one that he was so many years ago. The only difference? He's a Korean guy who had no intent of battling Nazi's or Cannibal's. Regardless, it seems that Fallen Souls has finally come to the realization of what the curve ball was that Ginger had promised. The thing that would ensure he was unable to reach Meltdown on time and claim his right to fight for the number one contendership. He was to be kidnapped! But the real twist is where they decided to take him. How could he possibly react to being taken to such a horrible, evil place? Well...at least it isn't shaped like a skull.FSX: Ugh...Wha...? I suppose the only bonus to this is that Fallen is indeed alive, and he should be grateful to be after that protruding needle was shoved into his throat! Clearly unsure of his surroundings or how he managed to actually be in them, it is likely that he initially believes himself to be in some sick form of an afterlife. The only difference is that he never would of pictured it the way that he was. In fact, taking a modest look around the area left him horribly confused. It seemed as if he had been left in ruins of sorts, and blockaded off for the time being. Why he would be abandoned in such a place was yet to be seen, though one must imagine that the intentions were not good. Taking a hazy look around, Fallen slowly brought himself back to a seated position and had a look down at himself. He seemed to be fine, though something was notably different...FSX: What the fuck did he do to me..? Oh god no, this can't be happening. But of course it was, as some sick mind deemed it so. It seems that during the period of time that he was left unconscious and completely unaware to the world that surrounded him that Will had taken it upon himself to give him a wardrobe change of sorts. Rather then be dressed in his wrestling attire as one would expect of him, or at least in his everyday clothes, he was left in the clothes of a great adventurer. In fact, he was the picture image of Indiana Jones, assuming he was Korean anyway. He even had a fedora, which was perhaps more awesome then bizarre. Looking himself over in a sort of awe, and reaching back to verify that he had indeed been armed with a bullwhip, Fallen could only shake his head at the scene. Just what was going on, and why was he involved? He had no idea where he was and he needed to be in Italy soon...but how soon? Did he still have time? If only something could answer his questions!! Perhaps the note that is falling from the sky could provide some answers. Probably, seeing it happened to appear on cue.FSX: Hmm..? Some sort of note? Better give a damn good explanation as to why Will expects me to reenact something for me. It's just not going to happen! Swiping at it and quickly taking a hold of it, Fallen wouldn't waste a moment ripping it open and having a good look at it. What reason could he possibly have to put him in such a situation? As he began to look it over, he quickly noticed it wasn't a good one...
'Dear Fallen,
As you may or may not have noticed by now, you aren't dead. In fact, your more alive then you have ever been! I have hid you away from Ginger in order to assist you from escaping from Ginger, and have placed you in a set of ruins in Italy until the time that you recover. I thought you might adapt better if you were dressed for adventure, so I did just that. Be sure to whip something. Anyway, it should be Wednesday by the time you awake and open this. Don't worry, you should make it on time. I never did get much a look at the ruins, but apparently they are haunted. Sounds like fun, doesn't it? Good luck with that.
- Will Anger....
P.S: I got you someone special to help you get out of there alive. Harrison Ford wasn't available, but this should be the next best thing.'FSX: Great...so I'm in some kinda ancient ruin and expected to escape them. He couldn't just leave me somewhere simple that would be easy to get out of. Or in some kind of hotel. Nope, had to be fucking ruins..and what does he mean someone to help me? I don't see anyon-- Short Round: Doctor Souls! Your awake! FSX: Doctor Souls..? Wait a minute! He got me that kid from the movie?! Holy shit! Looking over to him in shock, Fallen was seen smiling quite pleased for a moment as he expected to find the same scrawny little kid that had been a wonderful stereotype to look too back when he was a kid! Unfortunately, it seems that Short Round has since grown up into a man, and the actor that was portraying him now happened to be in his thirties. A bit disappointed by the sight of the quite fit man, Fallen could only sigh and shake his head as he slowly rose to his feet. He'd just have to deal with it.FSX: I guess you'll do then...so your going to guide me out of here then? Short Round: Not quite. I just follow you around and cause mischief whenever applicable, perhaps eventually saving you for something and having you in my debt for a period of time. FSX: Can you go back to talking in the accent? I like it more. Short Round: You got it Doctor Jones! Let's go! Smiling to himself quite pleased for a moment that he did as was told, Fallen struck a pose for a brief moment before walking forward as he inspected his surroundings. Though it initially appeared as if there was no escape from this ruin, it soon became evident that there was a secret wall! Clearly enthralled by the fact that he was being made into an action hero during his quest for Meltdown, Fallen was quite enthusiastic in pushing and shoving at the wall as it slowly opened! As his trusty 36 year old sidekick followed quite pleased, Indiana Souls was on his way to adventure! Spotting a clear opening in the distance, it seemed as if things would work out easier then they do in the movies! Casually strolling in the direction of it, he gasped as he saw spikes suddenly make there way out of the walls, and looked back in horror as Short Round had pushed a switch!FSX: What the hell are you doing?! Do you want to die?! Short Round: Uh oh! FSX: Is that all you can say to explain yourself? The door is lowering and the spiked walls are closing in! This isn't a fucking movie! No one is going to yell cut! What's wrong with you?! Short Round: ...Are you serious? Oh shit! Not having a moment to beat some sense into his sidekick, it seemed that Soulsy will have to act fast to escape this jam! Seeing that the only exit was slowly lowering in the distance, Fallen took in a deep breathe and raced toward it, sliding down in order to just barely slip under it before it shut. Noticing his Fedora was knocked off in the process, Fallen could only curse silently to himself as he sat there and pouted for a moment.FSX: I was supposed to reach back and grab it..I'm not loyal to the movies at all...Think anyone will care, Short Round? ....Short Round? It seems that Fallen forgot a bit more then just his fedora, as his sidekick hadn't managed to slide under the door in time as well, and was now heard audibly screaming in horror through the wall. Slowly looking over his shoulder as he heard the pounding, Fallen began to panic again and look around frantically.Short Round: OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOUR A TERRIBLE HERO!! SAVE ME! FSX: Fuck!! Uhm..are the spikes still closing in? Short Round: Yes!! There getting close! I DON'T WANNA DIE!! FSX: Uhm..uh...uh...Crawl through a hole or something to escape! Gotta go! Short Round: What?! You can't just leave me!! Doctor Souls?! DOCTOR SOULS?! NOOOOOOOOOOO!! As the echoing cries and pleads for helps would ring in Fallen's ears for days to come most likely, he quickly dashed away from the scene as a loud crunching was heard in the distance. Woah! I wouldn't of expected that! As we may never get the chance to see Short Round again, Indiana Souls seems to be horrified with his deadly surroundings and the prospect of being trapped in such a horrible place! He needs to escape, and fast!FSX: Oh god...being a hero sucks! I didn't ask for this! I didn't ask for any of this! I just wanted a shot at the World Title! Why does everything happen to me?! OH GOD!! Seeming to break down as the heartless reality of this situation was becoming more and more clear to him as time persisted, tears rolled down his cheeks and he rocked back and forth in shock for a few moments. Would he be able to get away from this place? Was Short Round alright? And would he manage to make it to Meltdown in time to sign that contract? This has become much more dark then anyone could of expected! No wonder it's the prequel to our finale!
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:44:19 GMT -5
Segment: A taste of the local cuisine Credit: Jon Taylor
The scene opens up at one of the main streets in Downtown Bologna, Italy. There are various different restaurants and other shops, though our focus for tonight is on the restaurant simply called "Pizzeria" (how very original) inside the restaurant is very busy, with various different sized tables. As we look at the door it opens slowly, a man walks through; It is Jon Taylor. He is still wearing the same attire as earlier on when he was seen at ACW arena, much to the annoyance of the staff and his fellow "diners" one would have to assume. As he walks into the restaurant a waiter approaches him, to sort out a table most likely.
Table Waiter | I sort the tables!: Good evening, Signore. Table for one, I presume?
Taylor looks at the man strangely and replies with his usual arrogance.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Well I don't see anyone else, do you?
Taylor smirks though the waiter doesn't seem sure how to react.
Table Waiter | I sort the tables!: Right this way then, Senore.
The Waiter leads Taylor to a small table at the side of the restaurant, he returns back to his station at the front of the restaurant whilst another waiter appears with a menu in hand, however as he sees Taylor he strangely stops. Taylor looks confused as the man finally manages to speak.
Stefano| The Waiter: Senore Taylor!
Taylor seems surprised that the man knows his name, though he replies as you would expect him to.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: ...and who the hell are you?
The man goes a bit red in the face as he replies.
Stefano| The Waiter: Oh, I'm sorry Senore, I'm a big fan of yours! I watch every ACW show!
Taylor being Taylor acts completely oblivious.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Is that the menu?
Stefano| The Waiter: Why yes, I apologize for my manners, I'm how you say a bit starstruck!
The waiter hands the menu over to Taylor. Taylor seems thoroughly disinterested in the man and what he has to say, though he acts like that to anyone.
Stefano| The Waiter: I will return in one moment to take your order, Senore!
He waits for a response before leaving but doesn't get one as Taylor is already looking through the menu. However, as the man walks off Taylor slams the menu on the table and looks more annoyed than normal.
After a short while the man returns with a small note pad in his left hand and a pen in his right.
Stefano| The Waiter: So what fits your taste tonight, Senore?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: I'll have a hamburger and chips.
Taylor says it so bluntly that the waiter is unsure how to reply. He leans over and picks up the menu, opening it up.
Stefano| The Waiter: Um...I'm sorry Senore but we don't have that here, we're a Pizzeria...we only have Pizza and Pasta.
He hands the menu back to Taylor who takes a disinterested glance at it before placing it down again.
Stefano| The Waiter: So?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Hamburger and chips.
The waiter is tacken a back, he seems unsure how to react again.
Stefano| The Waiter: Maybe there's a misunderstanding....I apologize we don't have that I'm afraid, Senore.
Taylor looks deadly serious, suprisingly his trademark smirk isn't on view.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: No, your the one who doesn't understand, so I'll put it simply just for you. ME-TAYLOR-WANT-HAMBURGER-AND-CHIPS. HAMBURGER-AND-CHIPS! NOT-SHITTY-DISGUSTING-PIZZA-OR-PASTA, HAMBURGER-AND-CHIPS!
The waiter replies, he seems to be panicking...but then again who wouldn't if you had Taylor acting that way in front of you?!
Stefano| The Waiter: How about a Margharita, Senore?
Oh dear, oh dear - we all know what comes next!
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Are you deaf, blind or just plain stupid? I want fucking Hamburger and Chips! Oh, wait no - you're just Italian.
Stefano| The Waiter: Sorry?
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: You will be if you interrupt me again! See, this is why I hate these stupid tours, not only do I have to put up with getting shitty matches week after week and all these foreigners, but I can't even get a good god damn meal!
The waiter looks at Taylor blankly.
Stefano| The Waiter: I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Jon Taylor | The Ultimate Competitor: Understand this.
Taylor gets up off of his chair, flipping off the waiter in the process (though he probably didn't know what it even meant) he heads towards the door while the waiter looks on looking upset, what an ass! What they say is true I guess...you really can't take him anywhere can you?
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:44:57 GMT -5
The RDK Invitational Entertainment Tournament Round Three: Sandwich eating Credit: Showtime, Thunder Train
Bologna, Italy. This place has a history that is rich in food. In 1756, the Earl of Sandwich commissioned his men to come up with a food that was easy to carry around during his travels throughout Europe and was still delicious. They sought out the best chef in the world, James Cook. Luckily, he had just made it back from looking for Peter Cottontail on Easter Island, so James Cook, sliced meat extraordinaire concocted a dish that blew the Earl away and named it after the city in which this dish was made: the bolonga sandwich! Oh, and Bologna's also home to the oldest university in the world. Thanks, Wikipedia, you tomb/tome of knowledge! We begin with Showtime surprisingly arriving before Train, who is normally always hungry. There's a lovely Italian brunette by Showtime's side flirting with him, but Showtime looks rather bored.
Showtime: How do you say, "Bitch, get outta my face," in Italian? Lasciami in pace!
Needless to say, that kind of comment's easily understood considering Showtime's female friend is no longer with him. Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait for any longer because Train stumbles into the restaurant, stuffing an entire wedge of Asiago cheese into his mouth!
Showtime: Thunder Train. I thought I smelled failure.
Train: Oh, that's just from the cheese.
The cutting the cheese joke would be perfect here because Train just dropped a bomb that nearly knocks Showtime out of his seat. All of the fans and even the announcer cover their noses.
Showtime: That's disgusting!
The announcer reaches for the microphone and tries to withstand the stench as official RDKIET air sprayers purify the area.
Announcer: Signore e signori... Welcome to round three of the RDK International Entertainment Invitational Tournament!
*Crowd cheers, ignoring the name change for the tournament yet again.*
Announcer: Today's competition promises to be as intense as the last one...
Train *Narrows his eyes at Showtime*: Cheater.
Showtime *Narrows his eyes at Train*: Fat-ass.
Announcer: Both men have thirty minutes to eat as many bologna sandwiches as possible! The one with the most sandwiches eaten by the end is declared the winner!
Both men take their seats at the table while the trays full of sandwiches are placed on the table. Complimentary glasses of water are also there to make things easier for both men. The fans cheer on in anticipation for the start of this heated battle.
Train: I got this one in the bag, lil' man! THE TRAIN IS ALWAY HUNGRY!
Showtime: That's what I'm hoping for..
Uh uh! That dastardly smile on Showtime's face leads one to wonder if he has a plan like the one he had in the last competition that assured his victory. Do you think that the Train cares? No. His mouth's already watering on the feast that sits in front of him.
Announcer: On your marks.. Get ready.... GO!!!
Both men grab sandwiches with both hands, but the similarities stop there. While Train simply gorges on both of them, Showtime dips both of his into the glasses of water, making consumption easier! Train is offended by such eatery!
Train: What kind of wimpy eating is this?!
Showtime: Man, fuck you! I learned this shit from... *speaks with a booming voice and a heavy Japanese accent* TAAAAAAAAKERU KOBAAAAAAAAAAYASHI! That nigga ate 58 bratwursts in 10 minutes!
Trash talking continues while both men continue to eat at a break-neck pace. However, it is Thunder Train that has the lead in this competition, already done with twenty sandwiches by the five minute mark without showing any signs of slowing down. Showtime... has only eaten a little over half of that, downing only thirteen sandwiches.
Announcer: Thunder Train has a commanding lead here! It goes to show you that the saying is true. THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
Showtime *with his mouth full*: The train might always be hungry.....but does he know why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? *Gulps down his food and grabs another sandwich*
Train: Silly! *stuffs two sandwiches into his mouth and gulps them down before grabbing two more* There's swirls of cinnamon sugar in every bite!
Showtime: WRONG! IT'S LACED WITH LSD!
*Crowd gasps*
Sweat drips from Showtime's face as he looks to his side to see the hungry Train happily gorging on his food, even going as far as to dump his face into the plate and eat his sandwiches like a dog. Showtime rubs his stomach as he now eats his food with one hand, but he looks like he's getting sicker and sicker as time goes on until...
Showtime: Oh shit!
Bubble bubble.. That liquidy sound is coming from Showtime's stomach! Immediately, he runs from his seat to the rest room, and this is the perfect time for the split screen. One side shows Train finishing up his plate while the other shows the bathroom door with inhumane sounds coming from the other side.
Showtime: Dammit! Those idiots must've given me the sandwiches with the laxatives instead of Train! That's why you never get college students to do a job like this!
Ten minutes later.....
Showtime walks out of the bathroom back to the restaurant, looking as though the life has been sucked out of him.
Showtime: Man, this just isn't my day....
But it's the Train's day! He's done with his plate, and he's now eating Showtime's laxative-filled sandwiches, much to the dismay of the Entertainment Champion.
Showtime: What the hell are you doing, man?! Don't you know those sandwiches are filled with laxatives!
*Crowd gasps*
Showtime: Crap...
Announcer: According to the Macho Man RDK Rulebook (MMRDKR), you're.... *tries to read the words there for putting a laxative in someone else's food* a douchebag! Oh, and you're disqualified too!
Showtime falls to his knees and places his hands on his head, his spirit crushed by this defeat.
Showtime: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Bubble bubble!
Showtime runs back to the bathroom as the fans cheer on Thunder Train who is still eating Showtime's sandwiches!
Train: Haha! Goes to show you little man! Looks like Showtime's over, but THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!!!!
RDKIET Standings: Train: 2 Points Showtime: 1 Point
Next Competition: Drunken Pub Singing in Belfast
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:45:26 GMT -5
Main Event: Aiden Joseph vs. Jay Zero - ACW Championship - Lumberjack Match (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. LUMBERJACK MATCH: AIDEN JOSEPH VS. JAY ZERO ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: None Referee: Raymond Allen Fleming
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“The Perfect 10” Jay Zero Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Weight: 195 lbs. Hometown: Portland, Maine
"Second to None" Aiden Joseph [C] Age: 30 Height: 6'3" Weight: 240 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
“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.Note: During the commercial break, the entire ACW roster minus FSX & Dan White have made their way down to the ring where they now all surround its sides. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH: Aiden and Zero circle one another in the center of the ring three times before they eventually lock up. The moment they do, the crowd explodes in a frenzy! As they push each other back and forth, Aiden quickly gets the advantage with a knee lift that nails Zero in his abdomen. Zero keels over and Aiden combos with an European uppercut! Staggered, Zero falls back onto the ropes and Aiden rushes him with a lariat! Zero gets knocked right out of the ring and he falls to the outside where hungry lumberjacks await! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Zero, meet tonight’s lumberjacks! Zero falls right near the feet of CAGE, Scott Andrews, Jonny Hughes and Libertines! While Andrews and Hughes have no problems pummeling Zero, Liberties does his best to lift his tag partner to his feet and return him to the ring. Much to the dismay of Hughes and Andrews, Libertines manages to succeed in doing this and Aiden goes back to work. Stomping down on Zero with no remorse, he softens him up enough for a REWIND! Cranking his hand behind his back and sending him up and over with the suplex, Aiden continues his domination! Rushing Zero’s fallen body, he leaps up with an elbow drop but Zero has had enough! He rolls causing Aiden to hit the canvas! Aiden lays there stunned, but only for a second! From behind Zero pushes him out of the ring where he falls right near the feet of BK London and Jerome Carter! Maxwell McNally: Oh man, Aiden just fell straight into BROOKLYN! “Fast” Eddie Edison: HELLLLLLOOOOO BROOKLYN! Jerome Carter and BK London relentlessly pummel Aiden with their fists and feet! Aiden does his best to cover up and his efforts spare his face, much to his delight. BK picks Aiden up by his tights and tosses him back into the ring, dusting his hands off upon completion. Now softened up, Aiden becomes easy pickings for Zero. Jay lifts him to his feet and bruises him up with the HEADBUTT! One, two, three jabs go flying into Aiden’s shoulder and that stuns him long enough for the facebuster! Now laying on his back, Aiden falls victim to a monkey flip by the challenger! Sensing that Aiden may be injured, Zero reaches over and hooks his leg for a pin fall attempt! ONE!
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T ... KICK OUT!!! Aiden kicks out and brings his elbow across Jay’s face as a way to free himself from his clutches! Now vertical, Aiden watches Zero rise to his feet and with one dropkick, he sends him flying down over the ropes! He lands right in the worst spot possible and that’s next to the Second Coming! Taylor and Showtime wail on Zero with no regard for his personal well being! After they show zero no mercy for 30 seconds, Showtime lifts Zero to his feet and throws him into the ring right at Aiden’s feet! Aiden takes the gift with a smile and puts his hands around Zero’s face for the PAUSE! Caught in the middle of the ring, Jay is going to have trouble breaking out of this one! Maxwell McNally: Clever move by Aiden! Wear the faster man down right here and now and take the victory much later!
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:46:10 GMT -5
Still the bigger man, Aiden cranks his entire body weight down upon Jay making him feel the effects of the pause even greater. Jay reaches his hands out to the crowd for support and they begin to clap and stomp for him. Using their energy, he begins to inch his way to freedom every so slowly. Aiden buckles down and claps himself onto the canvas, but even these efforts cannot out due those of Zero’s. Now just inches away from the bottom rope, Zero bears down and grabs it! Just like that he is free, or so he thought! Not wanting to break the hold, RAF gets right in Aiden’s face until he does exactly that! With great reluctance Aiden finally does so but continues his attack. As he reaches down to grab Zero, Zero takes possession of his arm and slingshots him right out of the ring! Aiden crashes hard on the floor, right in front of Chris Williams, Danny Mainer and Jake Steele - the Maine Event! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I still under the impression that Aiden and Danny are still not on the best of terms. At this very moment, Mainer drives an elbow into Aiden’s back. Maxwell McNally: Your instincts serve you well, Eddie. Steele boots the World Champion in his sides and Williams does the same on the other. His ribs are taking a pounding, that’s for sure. With one pick up, Danny throws Aiden into the ring like garbage! Now with a second wind, Zero is ready to show his former friend everything he has and then some! Now standing, Jay leaps up with a inverted Frankensteiner that he calls the PLAGUE! Aiden is on dream street as his head smacks the canvas, but he hasn’t gotten off the ride yet! Comboing with a FLYING HURRICANERANA, Zero takes the lead in this match up and it’s going to take a tremendous effort from Aiden to take it back! When you are in a match like this, you could exhaust your own energy by beating them down, but why waste your energy when you have others to do it for you? With this frame of mind, Aiden is sent back outside and falls right next to Alex Richmond, A.C. Evans and Thunder Train! Maxwell McNally: Uh-oh, Aiden just landed in the “Train” station! Richmond and Evans go on the attack by Thunder Train won’t have any of this! Before they can even touch Aiden, Train picks him up and throws him back into the ring! Richmond and Evans take exception to this and a verbal fight breaks out on the outside! Back in the ring, Zero circles Aiden and slaps on a BLINDED FAITH! With the Cobra Clutch on well, it’s going to take everything Aiden has to escape for it, or perhaps just one jawbreaker! Cleverly slapping his own hand up around Zero’s head, Aiden drops his weight to the canvas and smacks the top of his head into Zero’s jaw! Zero’s mouth gets busted open as a result, and as he begins to spit out some blood, Aiden leaps on top of him for a quick cover! ONE!
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T ... KICK OUT!!! Zero kicks out and rolls to a nearby corner! As he pulls himself up, Aiden comes rushing in with a FAST FORWARD! His big boot is aimed at Zero’s face by Jay falls back down to the mat and Aiden goes sailing over the top of him! The Champion’s foot is now stuck on the top rope and Jay gets a free shot! Slipping his hands behind Aiden’s neck, he leaps up and down and drops him with a neckbreaker! The move shoots pain throughout Aiden’s entire body and he thrives around on the canvas as a result! Sensing the end could be near, Jay believes it is time for Aiden to be softened up once again. He quickly looks outside the ring and finds the most dangerous corner of them all. With a lift, pull and a throw, Aiden falls out of the ring and lands at the feet of Jake Cheng, Adrian Flamingo & Sarin. Aiden takes one look up at the lumberjacks in front of him and shakes his head in disbelief. Aiden: Oh you’ve got to be fucking me. Fucking? No. Beating? Yes. Flamingo is the first to attack Aiden and begins to drive his knees and elbows into the Champion’s body. It has been a while since the Ticking Time Bomb has a confrontation with Joseph and he really wants to make sure he hasn’t forgotten who he is and with every strike landed, Aiden most certainly remembers. Not wanting to wait any longer, Cheng sends a few stiff kicks into Aiden’s side to thank him for taking his title months ago. Just incase he forgets, Cheng gives him another for good measure. This only leaves Sarin, and as Aiden feels her touch his body, his heard sinks into his stomach. With a massive slap across the face, Aiden is sent flying into the ring apron. As he hangs there, Sarin readies her leg and leaps up with a kick that sends him flying straight back into the ring! Maxwell McNally: That was one of the most vicious lumberjack beatings I’ve ever witnessed! Aiden would agree. Now laying in the ring, he just wants one moment to recover by Jay is not going to let that happen! Yanking Aiden to his feet, he puts him on his shoulders and gives him a CRUCIFIXION! Aiden feels the entire effects of the Ace Crusher and is now laying in the ring a broken man. Feeling that he truly has a chance to win this, Jay Zero heads to the top rope! Setting himself up top, he then leaps off with a tremendous elbow drop! He ends up hitting it all and it doesn’t look like the champ will be getting up! Wanting to make damn sure he doesn’t, Zero hits the top rope yet again! This may be risky, but if one wants to win the ACW World Title, they MUST take risks! Leaping off with a second elbow drop, Jay Zero is now just seconds away from becoming the NEXT ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! “Fast” Eddie Edison: We are going to see a new World Champion here Maxwell! I can feel it! The crowd explodes in a furious frenzy, as the fantasy of Zero: The World Champ suddenly inches closer and closer to reality. However, the last counter-attack must've sapped whatever was left of Zero's quickly depleting stamina. He collapses flaccidly onto all fours and gasps for air.McNally: Could we possibly be seeing Zero's tank finally running dry? Edison: There can be no doubt Zero's pulled out all the stops since the bell first rang, but you've gotta wonder how many more stops he's got left to pull! Fully aware of the stakes, Zero begins clawing his way to the ropes so as to regain his footing. Meanwhile, AJ shakes out the cobwebs and labors back up to a vertical base as well.McNally: It's merely a battle of the wills now. Forget technical skill. Forget experience. Even go so far as to forget luck. The next ACW World Champion will be the one who digs deepest and exerts the strongest will to survive. Zero huffs in one final breath. He can only hope it'll be enough to drive the final nail in the coffin. Zero hauls AJ up into a fireman's carry. Just as he's about to spike AJ's head into the turnbuckle for the fatal Zero Darkness, there's a disturbance of monumental resonance at ringside. While Zero's tag team partner, Libertines, is faitfully cheering him toward what he hopes will be a victory, a mysterious cameraman, dressed in all black and his face obscured by a ski mask, taps him on the shoulder. As soon as Lib turns around, the seemingly innocent cameraman smashes him in the face with the camera! The lumberjacks at ringside are frozen with shock. Everyone in a audience is left speechless, save for one.Edison: WHAT IN THE SCIENCE?! Zero's instincts win out, and he drops AJ back down to the mat, sparing him the maneuver that would've surely ended his title reign. Zero then proceeds to scurry out the ring and makes a beeline for the cameraman, who, of course, in turn, flees. The cameraman ducks, dives, and dodges his way past the throng of lumberjacks, Zero in constant hot pursuit as the two sprint around the ring. Eventually, the cameraman slides back into the ring. Zero follows suit, but just as he rises to his knees, poising himself to continue the chase, AJ intercepts Zero, shoving the sole of his boot straight into Zero's face for a SILVER BULLET!
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:47:37 GMT -5
Edison: Great Scott! Aiden Joseph with the deadly Silver Bullet out of nowhere! The lights just got turned out for Zero, and there sure as hell ain't nobody home! Joseph swiftly hooks the limp leg of Zero.ONE............. ..........TWO......... ...........THREE! DING, DING, DING [/center] Phillip: Here is your winner and STILL ACW World Champion...AIDEN...JOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEPH! Before Phillip can even finish the announcement, Aiden and the cameraman have hightailed it out of the ring and scampered to the safety of the top of the entrance ramp.Edison: That's it! We have GOT to start doing background checks on tech staff members! AJ soaks in the glory of yet another successful title defense, as it is revealed that this seemingly innocent cameraman is anythting but. He pulls off the ski mask to reveal that it is none other than...Edison: NICK DURDEN! NICK DURDEN! Nick's haughty guffaw roars throughout the arena.Edison: I seriously cannot believe this! Nick Durden has just bailed out Aiden Joseph again! The team of Joseph and Durden stand triumphantly atop the entryway, seriously feeling now that together, no odds are too great for them to overcome. Their cunning and meticulous attention to detail have allowed them to once more snatch a most improbable victory away from the figurative jaws of certain defeat. How long before their luck runs out, though? If you were to ask them, the answer is never.(Post Match Credit: Nick Durden)
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:47:51 GMT -5
Segment: Divine Intervention (Credit: FSX) Temple of Doom...?! 5/15/08 10:00 A.M. Sometimes it all comes down to a hope and a prayer, though many may choose not to believe it. Though there are those in this world that refuse to connect themselves to a specific religion or deity, it is likely they still have some fragment of belief in an Omnipotent force that would assist them in a time of dire need. Believing in such miracles is something that most people can share at one point or another, but having the good fortune for one to be blessed upon you is something that many don't have the dignity to say. Unfortunately they seem to come few and far between, and very rarely to those that are truly in need of one. However, they do on occasion. In fact, there is always a time and a place when everything can come together and the world can work in harmony! For Fallen, he probably believed this time would never come. In fact, as his dwindling timeline continued to deplete quite quickly and he still found himself desperately trying to escape the horrible cave that held him a might captive, it looked as if there was no chance for his redemption. That he could never assist those around him by becoming the star that no one expected possible of him, and that he would have to fade to obscurity. After all of his struggles, one could only of hoped for a happy ending...but it simply is not to be. Then again...FSX: Why won't it end?! Why won't it all just end already?! I can't take this anymore! With tears in his eyes and a look of blatant horror on his face, Fallen was desperately still searching for an escape from the ruins that held him captive. Likely narrowly avoiding death on quite a few occasions since he was last seen, his whip had already been discarded at this point. In fact, he appeared as a complete and utter wreck. Hours upon hours have likely passed, and his sanity was grasping desperately at straws in order to make proper sense of the situation that tormented him. Looking around for another moment in case a exit came in view, it seemed as if there was none at all. This must be the end!FSX: Oh please don't let Short Round be dead...I don't wanna die either! But I can't keep up with all of this anymore!! It's too insane for me, damn it! I just can't keep up with the madness! Does that make me such a bad person? Who could possibly keep up with all of this? NO ONE, THAT'S WHO! Clearly unable to stand the things that have presented themselves in obstacles much longer, Fallen flailed around a bit as he began to run around in circles. Perhaps he thought that this would miraculously grant him the ability to escape the ruins that entrapped him, or perhaps he wanted to miraculous become invisible and have the option to simple sprint through a wall. Either way, it just wasn't happening..and all hope seemed to be lost. He couldn't possibly continue any longer, and time was running out. It seems that at the end of the day Ginger was right..and Fallen just wouldn't be able to amount to anything more then midcard status.FSX: I guess I should just give up...it's not like the others can't overcome without me anyway, right? I'm just a crazy person who talks to himself and somehow get stuck doing something insane all of the time. That's all I'm good for.. Finally it seems to be time for hope to leave him. Though he'd maintained it for much longer then many would of, the obstacles that keep presenting themselves appear to be far too great for him to possibly overcome on his own. He gave it quite the good run, however! That was something to be proud of, right..? Either way, it was over. Dropping down to his knees and staring to the ground, he was prepared to face consequences and simply perish. This was his good night...or was it? No, this can't be the end! His last stand must be on a grander stage, in front of millions of fans! When his dreams are crushed the whole world must be able to point and laugh in unison! In fact, it's time for him to get a boost of hope! If anything, things are going to turn around for the better....if only for a short period of time.FSX: It sure takes a long time to shrivel up and die...to think that I've seen careers do it quicker then this. I must be doing something wrong....wait a second...what's that? Looking up as something suddenly caught his eye in the distance, a sparkle of hope suddenly returned to his glance. Maybe everything wasn't over after all! As if the ruins had been waiting for a moment that he would give up on life and wait for death to do something, the wall in the distance was suddenly opening up to a bright light! Why, this was the exit that he had tirelessly been searching for! Finally some salvation! But what if something attempted to kill him before he could reach it..? Sure that this must be too good to be true somehow, Fallen slowly returned to his feet and made his way toward the door. If something dove out to strike him down he'd be ready for it, but if that wasn't the case he'd clearly be happy as well! As it seemed nothing would stand his way, an excited smile of victory emerged on his face and Fallen lept out of the dead ruin with a smile on his face.FSX: I'M FINALLY FREEEEE!!!! Likely to reenact a scene from The Sound of Music if nothing was to stop him, Fallen began to spin quite happily in a circle as he sighed and hummed a happy tune to himself. However, things are never that easy! In fact, a shadowy figure emerged from the distance! So his trials weren't over just yet then! Quickly returning to a defensive stance and staring to the figure with a look that could kill, Fallen snarled as he had no intent of being taken down at this point! There was still time for victory and victory was all that he was hoping for at this point. Watching as the figure slowly approached him, it was quite sure to him that he had to be the first to act this time around!FSX: Oh no, I'm not gonna let you stop me now! Your going down, fiend! Without a moment of hesitation or the thought to actually look at whomever it was that was approaching him from the distance, Fallen didn't waste a moment of his time lunging forth in attack mode! Not about to be taken advantage of and tossed to the ground by such a villain, he wasted no time getting a good grip on the man and dropping him quite viciously to the ground with a Rainbow S-T-O! Feeling quite good about himself as there was no resistance from the man that he assumed was against him, he could only smile quite happily as he spotted another run out from the shadows and look to him in shock.FSX: Another one, huh?! I can take you guys out all night! Villain: Oh-a no! You-a killed the Pope! FSX: Wha...? Uh oh...This doesn't look good. Not sure he really wanted to look down at the man that he had just delivered the move too, Fallen hesitated for a few moments before slowly taking a look down to see that it was indeed Pope Benedict that he had just smashed into the ground. It likely wouldn't be smiled upon that he just took out a religious leader who was likely looking to assist him in his plight, and his driver didn't appear to know just what to do about the situation. Though it seemed that the Pope was indeed still alive, he wasn't in any condition to talk or return to his feet. As his driver raced over to the elderly man, Fallen slowly snuck off from the scene in a frantic state.FSX: I didn't mean too..shit..I keep getting people killed. This day sucks! Unsure of what he should do as he escaped the scene before any accusations could be pointed to him, Fallen looked around quite frantically for a way that he could make it to the arena in which Meltdown was being held before the start of the show! Though he may of done some very horrible things in order to get there, he had no intent of stopping now and not being able to gain his one shot at the gold! Perhaps he could hitchhike a ride into the city! Yes, that might work...but as he spotted the Pope Mobile sitting their unguarded, it was quite clear what he had to do.FSX: I'm going to hell for all of this, aren't I...? Well, suppose I can always join one of those religions that will send me to a tropical paradise! That'd be fun..yeah...that makes it okay! Convincing himself that no more harm could possibly come of this situation if he did what he was clearly planning to do, a nervous Fallen slowly slipped into the drivers seat of the Pope Mobile and started it up. He had to take advantage of the situation that presented itself, and if this was the only way then so be it! Taking in a deep breathe and shaking his head in a shame of all that had happened, Fallen pulled into the road and was off to finish the quest that he started! There was just enough time for him to make it to the arena and sign the contract, and that was his intent! It might not be the best victory that he has achieved in his career, but at this point he would simply take what he would get. One has to wonder how Ginger will feel about this...not to mention Catholics! Will Fallen even manage to win the shot in whatever match he finds himself in? Or will someone else end up battling Aiden for the title after all of this? Maybe someone else will even be champion? The world may never know! But more questions are bound to be answered...on to Warfare!
....Short Round and the Pope were not harmed in the making of these segments...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on May 15, 2008 19:48:13 GMT -5
Segment: Assuming he lost (Credit: Jay Zero) The World Title match has just ended and there are about 5,700 fans left satisfied--- We now take the scene backstage at the Land Rover Arena. Fresh off his title defense against Jay Zero, Aiden Joseph's music is still faintly playing in the background.
We; the people watching live in attendance on the Alphatron and the millions at home then begin to hear a subtle noise that covers the victory music.
It's deep breathing. In -- and out.
In -- and then out.
The breathing begins to get louder -- and louder -- and LOUDER. We aren't quite sure where it's coming from though. A few seconds later along with the breathing, there is the added noise of footsteps. The loud clicking as if it were either high heels, or the tip of heavy boots. There's a crashing noise and then a loud grunt of anger and disbelief.
We are all still left wondering who it is that is marching this way, until of course, the ever-so-reliable Kevin Anderson hits the scene looking for the latest scoop of news. With microphone in hand, he's all set for action! [/center] Kevin: Jay! Jay! Over here! Well there you have it. The man who was so unlucky enough to come close to his dreams of winning the top prize for his career only to have it all taken away. [/center] Kevin: Jay, what do you have to say after all that effort you put into just getting your first chance? You've worked here for over a year and then sudden---! Crssshh!
This is the first time we se Jay Zero on camera since the match and he comes in quick and strong, grabbing Kevin by the collar and forcing him to drop the microphone, sending it into a quick little static pulse. This obviously startles Kevin; this was not what he came here for at all. Zero: WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY?! I DON'T KNOW KEVIN, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?! HUH?! THAT AIDEN IS BETTER THAN ME? [/color] Kevin: I--wha?! No! I just--! Zero: WELL TOO BAD KEVIN CAUSE YOU CAN TORTUE ME AS MUCH AS YOU'D LIKE AND I WOULD STILL NEVER -- EVER! SAY THAT! AIDEN JOSEPH IS A SHADY, SAD EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING! IF ANYBODY DESERVES TO HAVE THAT WORLD TITLE, AND IT'S NOT GONNA BE ME -- THEN I DON'T EVEN CARE WHO STEPS UP TO THE PLATE TO TAKE THAT STRAP AWAY FROM HIM! HE IS THE MOST UNDESERVING PERSON IN THIS INDUSTRY, TODAY! [/color] Kevin: Jay I think you may need to -- Zero: What? WHAT?! I NEED TO WHAT KEVIN?! [/color] Kevin: --Just--...Calm yourself! Jay just continues to stare fiercely into Kevin's eyes. Without a doubt, Jay is furious right now -- and then he begins to laugh maniacally like some creep. Kevin is beginning to squirm, trying to do whatever he can to loosen Jay's grip without setting him off. [/center] Zero: Heh--Heh heh heh.....Heh! Hah! Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA! KEVIN! DO YOU THINK I NEED TO CALM DOWN? DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THAT I NEED TO SIMMER MYSELF?! [/color] There's obvious no real answer to this question. No matter how it is, Kevin is stuck. [/center] Zero: That's it! I'M DONE WITH YOU! GET OUTTA HERE! NOW! [/color] Jay "assists" Kevin in getting out of his sight by shoving him backwards. Kevin stumbles and barely catches himself before he falls. He reels back a few steps before looking back at Jay and then shuffling off quickly. Jay spins around, irate, and just looks to vent out his frustration. Just then he notices the camera that is close to his face. No matter what code there is that artists aren't supposed to break -- Jay has just been pushed to the edge. [/center] Zero: Hahaha...Hahaha! Nick ---- Nick friggin' Durden! Hahah... Do you think you're smart? Hm? Tell me Nick. Do YOU think that you're CLEVER?!? [/color] Jay launches forward towards the camera and grips it tightly, fighting the camera man for it. He pulls the camera towards him as he kicks the camera man away causing a very shaky, unstable scene. Jay holds it up to his face, not aligned up properly and begins to go off again, shouting and burning with anger. [/center] Zero: NICK! DURDEN! --- JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! ARE YOU A MANAGER? A WRESTLER? CAMERAMAN? WELL WHATEVER YOU THINK YOU ARE, FORGET IT! I'M GONNA TELL YOU WHO YOU ARE! SEE THIS LITTLE BUMP ON MY FOREHEAD? HM? WELL THAT LITTLE SUCKER IS FROM YOUR CHEAP SHOT WITH A CAMERA JUST LIKE THIS! YOU KNOW WHAT THAT TELLS ME YOU ARE? A SCUMBAG! YOU ARE TRASH DURDEN AND I SWEAR TO GOD THAT YOU'VE MESSED WITH THE WRONG PERSON TONIGHT! I WILL TEAR YOU TO SHREDS! [/color] And just like that, Jay tosses the camera at the ground, cracking the screen. The camera flips and then lands on its side creating a dizzy looking scene until the camera finally stays still and catches the irate Jay Zero marching back down the hallway.
Did Nick Durden just wake up a sleeping giant? [/center] FADE OUT. (Post match credits: Jay Zero) End Show
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Post by xs3 on May 15, 2008 19:52:09 GMT -5
ZERO'S CHARGING HIS LAZER
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Post by Dan White on May 15, 2008 19:52:17 GMT -5
BEST MELTDOWN EVER.
Road to OE couldn't be more intense!
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Post by rosslambert on May 16, 2008 11:18:58 GMT -5
Great show guys! Angry Zero is Angry.
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Post by The Senator on May 17, 2008 0:52:22 GMT -5
AK's segment made me laugh for reasons that should be blatantly obvious to her. Dan's stuff is excellent, as was the rest of the show. Great work! Makes it easier on me when I'm calcing a show that's enjoyable to read.
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