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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:17:26 GMT -5
Segment: Come On - Part 6 (Credit: Nick Durden)
"'Cause each of her kisses How my heart misses" - "Come On" by Ben Jelen
Nick Durden awakes with a start, just as he did earlier this morning. And again, he is greeted by the image of Renix Williams in very close proximity to him.
Nick: Oh!
Nick quickly springs back up to his feet and tries to dust himself off coolly.
Nick: Hi...
Something tells me that wasn't the thing she was hoping you'd say.
Renix: So...
Nick: So...
Yeah, that wasn't it either.
Renix: I'm sorry about just hitting you with it so suddenly.
Nick: I'm not sure there's ever an easy way to divulge something like that.
Renix: Probably so.
The two plop down in their former seats.
Renix: So...you're not in love with me anymore?
Nick: No.
With a huge sigh, Renix rises from her seat and begins collecting her things.
Renix: I'm sorry.
Nick: No, don't go.
Renix: I can't stay, Nick. I'd just be wasting your time.
Nick: What are you talking about?
Renix: You're gonna hate me for saying this. The whole reason I was so intent on us getting back together...
Renix has to pause. It's like this truth is almost too painful to admit.
Renix: Was that I was scared. I was so scared.
Renix breaks out into tears again. This time, the hormones definitely aren't to blame.
Renix: I was scared to raise a child by myself. I'm still scared. Petrified. I don't have any clue how to take care of a kid. All I can think about is what if I do something wrong or hurt the baby or what if it doesn't love me or--
The rest of her words drown in her sobs, becoming nigh unintelligible. Instinctively, Nick cradles her into his arms and presses her delicate body against his. After a while, Renix begins to breath normally again.
Nick: Renix, can I make a confession too?
Nick gazes earnestly straight into Renix's eyes.
Nick: I'm scared too.
This shocks Renix a bit, too. The man known for his unrelenting machismo and headstrong cockiness actually admits a weakness of his.
Nick: I'm scared of being alone. I'm scared that I'll never be able to find anything like what we had ever again. And sure, things didn't end the way I wanted them to, but it was something really special while it lasted. I just didn't think I could ever feel that way about another person again. Or vice versa. But, Renix...
Nick distances himself from Renix a little further. He knows this is what must happen.
Nick: Being scared is not something to build a relationship on. You should only be with someone if you love him. And you don't love me, do you?
Renix hesitates for a second, but after that moment passes, the answer is obvious to her, more obvious than anything before in her life.
Renix: No.
Nick: Exactly. And trust me when I say this, I don't need for us to be together to feel like it's my responsibility to help you raise the child.
Renix's face lights up. She may indeed be getting what she came for after all.
Nick: I don't know any more than you do about how to take care of a baby, but then again, who really does? What I do know is that we'll learn. Together. And we'll make it through. And most importantly, we don't have to be a couple for that to happen.
Tears again stream down Renix's face. Luckily, it's out of joy this time.
Nick: We'll be the best parents ever. Can we agree to that?
Renix enthusiastically nods her head, her smile shining brightly throughout.
Renix: So... ( She offers up her hand to Nick. ) ...just friends then?
Nick: Yup. ( shakes hands with her ) Friends.
It doesn't take them too long to realize just how weird this truly is.
Renix: I don't like this.
Nick: Me neither.
Renix: Can we still hug?
Nick: Absolutely.
And so they hug, embracing each other warmly.
Renix: So, my first ultrasound is in a few days. I'm gonna fly back to Gresham for that tonight. I'd really like for you to be there.
Nick: Yeah, of course. It'll be...
What really was the word to describe this?
Nick: ...Exciting.
Renix chuckles playfully in agreement.
Nick: But for now, why don't we just have breakfast?
Renix: Sounds great.
And with that, a new chapter in their relationship starts anew. It's a chapter wholly different from the rest in the novel that is their life together, but one that will certainly be just as special, if not even moreso.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:17:44 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Business Calls. Credit: Jay Zero [We fade into the shot immediately to a private locker room. The camera swoops around the room, catching glimpse of a chair, love-seat, and a bench. We see a bag on the bench, and then the outline of a body. The man walks into the shot more to reveal himself as Jay Zero. He's walking around his locker room getting things set up. He had his ring attire laid out on the love-seat, already dealing with that matter. At this point Jay walks over to a large mirror in a well lit area and starts to play around with his hair trying to fix it to his liking.]Zero *To Himself*: Jay--you sexy beast! [/color] [He smile at himself in the mirror and then grabs his can of hairpsray and lays on just one more coat for protection, making it about as hard as a rock. Just then his phone begins to ring and he reaches over to grab it.]Zero: Hello? --Oh hey man. I've been waiting for you to call. [/color] [He stands still with his phone held up to his ear.]Zero: Yeah. Yeah well me and him got in a little scuffle earlier. [/color] [You can kind of hear mumbling on the other end of the phone.]Zero: I don't know! Maybe..! ---Yeah, against White Snake. --- Well damn, I don't know! If he doesn't show up then oh well, atleast I won't have to pull that dead weight around. [/color] [Jay switches hands and puts the phone up to his other ear. He starts to walk over towards the chair and then he sits down to listen to the conversation in comfort. He then puts the phone on speaker and puts it on the table in front of him.]?: Well you better fix this now Jay! Zero: I know! [/color] ?: You know what this is all about so you better make sure nothing goes wrong! Zero: I know! [/color] ?: I'm serious here! I want you to turn him into the best possible person you can be! I gotta lot of money on this! Zero: ...I know..! [/color] ? *Sarcastically*: I know! I know! Jesus! Is that the only thing you know how to say, you retard? Shit! Zero: Alright look, just calm down man! I have everything under control! Trust me! [/color] ?: Yeah you better! Zero: Don't worry about it! Soon enough, maybe he'll even start to leave for home with a little bit of confidence in him! I mean, shit! With me on his side, I gotta rub off on him a little bit! [/color] ?: Oh shut the hell up you cocky bastard! Now listen, what's up with this other problem we have? Zero: Which problem? Me having too many girls on me, or me just being plain too sexy? [/color] ?: Ugh. How about that problem of Nick Durden and you NOT winning the World Title? Zero: Don't you even get me started right now. You realize how much shit I've gotten for how I reacted at the end of Meltdown? I'm trying to keep cool right now. Anyways I'm about to go talk to Ginger about getting me a rematch. [/color] ?: You really think he's just going to give you one? Zero: Pft. Oh god no. I'm sure he'll protect his lover Aiden Joseph by all means. Hell, he probably put Durden up to it. He knew I was going to win. [/color] ?: Yeah sure. Anyways, look, I got to get going, some guys just showed up. Listen, just ... just take care of you know what, ok? I'm counting on you! Zero: Seriously, don't sweat man! He'll be Showstarter to show stealer in no time! [/color] ?: Ha! Good luck with that. Oh, and good luck trying to get that title match. Just don't let that ego and pride of yours get in the way of our main objective here. Zero: Ok. Later. [/color] [ Click ] [Jay reaches over and hangs up his phone as well. He takes a deep breath and then shakes his head with a smile. He stands back up and walks over to the mirror to stare at himself.]Zero: Ah Jay you sly --sexy man! You are a genius! Ha hah! [/color] [Who was Jay talking to? What "objective" are they talking about?][END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:18:07 GMT -5
Segment: Back To My Roots (Introduction, Part 2) (Credit: Dan White)
14:05 Monday 19th May, 2008
The segment fades into a room with brown wallpaper, and a number of chairs, much like a waiting room. There are a few pictures on the wall, and a familiar character sits, twiddling his thumbs, as a nurse walks in.
Nurse: Dr. No will see you now.
Dan White: ….seriously…this place is more nuts than I am.
Dan sighs as he gets up and walks into the doctor’s room, and looks at his doctor.
Dr. No: Take a seat.
Dan: You don’t do futons here?
Dr. No, they’re actually proven to cause more anxiety. Ever notice that when you lie down, odd sounds tend to make you more tense?
Dan: Nope. Just to be really blunt with you, I don’t like you kind of people. You’re Devil People. You shouldn’t be able to do what you do.
Dr. No: Relax, I’ve worked with people from ACW before. You may have heard of Thunder Train?
Dan: Oh yeah, AJ’s lackey.
There’s a brief slightly awkward pause, as Dr. No goes through his notes.
Dr. No: So I hear you’ve been recommended here by ACW, because Mr. Gingerdude is concerned about your recent actions in terms of football hooliganism?
Dan: Can I just say that I’m only here because Gingerdude is upset that I might go and kill someone. That’s the number one code in football hooliganism! That you make sure that one day you can fight that person again! No killing, no unfair weaponry, that kind of stuff. The only reason I’m here is because it’s in my contract for some reason.
Dr. No suspiciously looks through his notes again.
Dan: What.
Dr. No: Dan, you realise that this isn’t a free service, and Gingerdude didn’t say anything about a company-paid agreement…as far as I see, you’re paying for this out of your own money.
Dan: Oh son of a….
Dan 3 Gingerdude 1. Or something like that.
Dr. No: Do you still want us to continue? If you leave now then I will excuse any payments.
Dan: The hell with it. I can afford it. What do you want to know?
Dr. No: Well….
He shuffles through his notes again.
Dr. No: I have a collection of everything you have ever done in ACW, on tape. Be it match interviews, smack talk, you name it I have it.
Dan: What the hell, stalker.
Dr. No: Relax. We have records of everyone here. We’re an ACW-sanctioned psychiatric clinic, and we have access to their records, should we need it. Dan, you’re a bit of an enigma, so before we get into your hooligan days, I need to know about your history, to make a complete structure of your life. Is that ok with you?
Dan: Man, this’ll cost me…
Dr. No: Now the one thing I noticed is a man called Jack McCarty. What’s his relation to you?
Dan: Well you’ve obviously not looked at my records properly, fuckwit.
Dr. No: Look, I don’t have the time to look through EVERYTHING you’ve done. I just take out what I need. Now I know who McCarty is, but I need to know what your opinion of him is.
Dan shrugs.
Dan: I ain’t good at this “coming out” thing.
Dr. No: Just do what you can.
Dan: Okay…Jack McCarty is a man I have known for a very long time, right to the start of my career in a federation known as SWF. He was the CEO of the federation, and he made my life a living hell for a while. Then we kinda decided to join forces, much like Stone Cold and Vince McMahon did that one time. But that was purely business. The fed went under, but he remained a very rich man. Very powerful. He came from Trinidad and Tobago.
Dr. No: Was he a father figure to you?
Dan: Aha, so you did see some of my tapes. He was very much a father figure to me. He was not my blood father, but what we went through was pretty powerful stuff. I pretty much saw him as a father figure, and he had that impact on me. I don’t think I could have ever hit the guy, you know, that thing you have with your dad that at the end of the day, he’s still your dad?
Dr. No: Yes
Dan: Well it was like that with him. Okay he never beat me up or anything, but if we had an argument, if he set his bodyguards on me, which he actually did once, I didn’t have the heart to hit him because he meant a lot to me. Sure, I looked up to him…
Dr. No: So what changed?
Dan: He came here. Sometime in early 2005. He got a few people on his team, such as Fallen Souls and Senator, both of which left his side pretty soon after. Then he get my brother involved. My brother was a fellow member of SWF, but wasn’t as ‘big’ in star power as I was. But I respected him, I respected him a lot. He was under his old moniker, Sgt. Pilko, and wasn’t successful but was ok. But then…
Dr. No: Go on.
Dan: Then McCarty decided to corrupt him. I mean, McCarty decided to have this real vendetta against me. He just went totally loco. I think something must have happened in his life and he decided to hurt those around him. He took my brother and turned him into this weird, psychotic thing. He wasn’t my brother at that point, he was someone quite different. And McCarty made him do things that my brother wouldn’t do. He destroyed me on more than one occasion. It was horrifying.
Dan pauses for a while.
Dr. No: And what happened after that?
Dan: I beat my brother in a 3 Stages of Hell match, and managed to claim McCarty’s contract, condemning him to leaving ACW forever. Which he complied, and I never spoke to him again.
Dr. No: So for about the last three years or so, you’ve never really had a father figure?
Dan: That’s about right. But I’ve never felt I’ve needed one. I’ve gone this far in my career without needing one, three years. I don’t think I need one now.
Dr. No: But this of course means you don’t actually know who your dad is…
Dan: True, but I never felt I needed to. My mum looked after me well, and she still does. She’s always there for me. She still lives in Cardiff, and took great care in bringing up me and my brother. I don’t really have much desire to know who my dad is. Sorry, but I don’t.
Dr. No: OK, well that’s that session out the way. I want to see you on Thursday, ok? We’ll talk about your relationship history, as it’s important to know what that is like.
Dan: Alright Doc. Later then, I guess.
Dan gets up and leaves the room, feeling a bit more open and yet vulnerable about himself.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:18:32 GMT -5
Segment: “Welcome to the World - Part 3” Credit: Sarin, Senator, Thunder Train & ~Aj [Groggy and feeling sore, Anna awakens. Her vision slowly refocuses itself onto an image of Aiden sitting in a chair in the corner of the room with Dillon tucked tightly into his arms. Seeing Aiden in a fatherly role for the first time causes her face to gleam with felicity. She fancied him long before this day, but seeing him in a parental role for the first time makes him irresistible in her mind. With a forced cough, she alerts Aiden of her awareness.] Aiden Joseph: Well look who has decided to join us! Ginger: Hey sweetheart, Daddy’s here. [Totally unaware that he rests his body in a chair next to the bed, Anna is startled upon hearing her father’s voice.] Anna: Daddy! [Relieved he can now show her the proper affection, Ginger lifts himself up and takes a seat next to his daughter in the bed.] Anna: I take it that you’ve been introduced to Dillon? [Ginger assents with a nod.] Ginger: He’s beautiful dear, just like you. [Anna throws her arms around her father and places her lips onto his cheek. She is thankful for his presence and knows today wouldn’t be the same without him. Though she cannot hear it, Anna internally thanks Lucrezia for her efforts to bring this man back into her life.] *Knock,Knock* [Not expecting any other visitors, Aiden and Anna exchange confused looks as a knock emanates from the other side of the door. Upon Aiden’s request hospital security has been immensely increased and he has no concerns about any unwanted guests dropping by for a visit. That said, he calmly invites the mystery individual into their now home away from home.] Aiden: Yes? [The hinges slowly creek open and a rather large shadow casts itself into the room. Eyes open wide, Aiden is surprised to see his loyal body guard Thunder Train standing before him.] Thunder Train: THE TRAIN IS HUNGRY ... FOR SOME BABIES! Aiden *facepalming*: Oh James ... Train: That wasn’t appropriate, was it? Aiden: Hardly not. [Quickly deciding on a way to make up for his gaff, Train reaches down into a shopping bag held by his side. With that silly Thunder Train grin, he pulls out a giant plush locomotive and proudly holds it up for the room to see.] Train: I brought a toy train! Whooo! Whooo! Dillon: Gahghaghaghag.Train: See? He likes Uncle Train already! [Curious and enthused, James takes a knee near Aiden and says hello to the new arrival. He holds the plush train just inches away from the baby’s hands and has a most joyous time watching him try to grab it with his uncoordinated hands.] Train: Oh hey Aiden, I almost forgot! Someone wants to say hello! [Lifting his cell phone from his jacket pocket, Train places it into Aiden’s hand as soon as he is able to free one from Dillon. Placing the ear piece to the side of his head, he lets out a very curious greeting.] Aiden: Hello? Senator *on phone*: Mr. Joseph. Aiden: Mr. Phillips! Senator *on phone*: Sorry, I would have called you direct but I did not want to bother you if the timing was inappropriate, henceforth I called Train instead. I gave him implicit instructions to only hand my call over to you if it was the proper timing. I trust that he carried out my orders? Aiden: Indeed he did. I just hope you weren’t on hold long; he did seem to forget about the call. Senator *on phone*: Well, I have not got much time right now...just kidding, as I actually have all the time in the world, as I rot here in this blasted facility. But this is not about me. I congratulate you on your addition to the family! Aiden: Thanks Steve! I really appreciate it. Senator *on phone*: Hope to be back on two feet soon enough, and I will be sure to spend some time on meeting the youngster. It takes a real man to raise a son, and I have faith and confidence that you have what it takes to do just that. Just make sure that he grows up voting for fiscally sound policy, and cheering on the likes of Steve Phillips in the ring! Aiden: After his father, of course. Senator *on phone*: Heh, of course. I am sure that he will grow up to make you and Anna proud...and that, my friends, is nothing...but the truth. [Steve’s famous line is followed up by the sound of a dial tone. A month ago Aiden lost a large portion of his friend group due to actions of his own, but it is times like these that he realizes he gained much, much more.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:19:41 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 7: A Reason To Kill (Credit: Scott Andrews/Jon Taylor)
Only an hour or so after arriving at the airport, Jessie has been whisked away by Scott to a fancy restaurant only metres away from the arena. She is dressed in her elegant black and gold dress that Scott advised her to wear; and it's easy to see why as she looks absolutely stunning in it. Scott has his signature suit and tie combination on, the same one from his 'Cold Blooded Killers' tag team stint. He walks Jessie to the door and up the steps to the counter.
Scott: Table for two, under 'Andrews'.
Waiter: Ah, right this way, Mr. Andrews.
The waiters strong Irish accent is enough to make Jessie giggle. He directs them to a table up stairs by the window that looks out at the cityscape. The restaurant being on a hill must have been a great incentive to build here because the view is magnificent. The thousands of lights from houses, streetlights and moving cars; the city ignites.
Jessie: This is wonderful thank you, Scott!
She gives him a kiss on the cheek before sitting down.
Scott: No problem, hun. I knew you'd enjoy your stay over here.
The waiter returns with menus for the Scarlet Assassin and his beautiful girlfriend.
Waiter: There we are, sir.
Scott and Jessie take their menus and begin looking through them.
Scott: Ooh, this sounds good. I'll take the Steak Fillet thanks.
Waiter: And for the lady?
Jessie: I'll go with the Smoked Salmon, without the mushrooms please.
Waiter: Certainly. Would you like any drinks while your meal is being prepared?
Scott: A bottle of your finest red thanks.
Waiter: Right away.
The waiter leaves and the two lovebirds engage in conversation.
Jessie: So, what's going on in the world of ACW?
Scott: Well...not a lot on my plate really. Had this guy Jon Taylor after me for a while because I didn't want to join his group of cronies. He kept accusing me of being weak afterwards, especially when I went to sort things out with Senator. The guys got a huge chip on his shoulder. He even had the balls to accuse me of being controlled by you last week in an interview, saying that the only reason I went to talk to Senator was because you "told me to". It's bullshit. So I trust my girlfriends advice and know it's the right thing to do anyway, big deal, y'know? I hate that jerk.
Jessie: Sounds like a royal headache to me.
Scott: Don't worry, he's not going to bother me anymore after me and The Maine Event took him and his team out the other week in a 6 Man Tag Match.
It was like a cue card or some very strange co-incidence that at that moment, Jon Taylor, Ryan Cooper, and Fallen Souls walk up the stairs and Taylor immediately notices Scott and Jessie. He begins walking towards them as Scott turns his head and sees the Second Coming approaching. The Scarlet Assassin shakes his head and waits for the inevitable arrival of Jon Taylor to his table.
Jon Taylor: Well, well, well, if it isn't the Whipped Assassin and his little wench.
Scott: I swear to God, dude if you don't get out of my face and cut the crap I'm gonna punch a whole straight through your skull, now leave us alone.
Jon Taylor: Aww, sticking up for your little girlfriend are we?
A rage was growing in Scott, a very violent rage. He knew he had to keep himself under control. He didn't want to ruin his outing by unleashing an ass kicking on Taylor.
Scott: At least I have a girlfriend, Taylor. Unlike you I don't chase boys. I'm asking you nicely, asshole, leave us the hell alone or I will knock-you-the-fuck-out.
The restraint was obvious in his voice. He was holding his fist back with every bit of mental energy he had.
The waiter arrives with the couples dinner, and places the plates down on the table.
Waiter: There you go, sir. Enjoy...Ah, would you like to get another table to accommodate your friends here?
Scott: I don’t think that’ll be necessary.
Jon Taylor: I wouldn’t want to sit with this yellow bastard on any night of the week even if he paid for it!
Waiter: Right...well, enjoy your meal.
As the waiter walks away, Jon Taylor flicks Scott’s plate in the air spreading gravy and vegetables over the Scarlet Assassin. Scott’s face turns a dangerous red as he looks as though his top is going to literally blow. It’s one thing to poke a stick at a snake, but you really, really don’t want to feel its bite.
Scott stands up quickly and lunges at Taylor, but Jessie gets in between the two and Scott holds back, as does Taylor, although taunting Scott with his facial expressions.
Jessie: Don’t either of you start anything else! Jon, you’ve got about ten seconds before Scott gets so enraged that me standing here will have no effect and he kicks your pompous ass. So you and your boys’ better get out of this restaurant immediately!
Waiter: Security!
Security arrives as the trio are leaving on their own accord.
Jon Taylor: Let go of me you git! I’m leaving!
Taylor lets out a chuckle as he walks down the stairs and out of sight.
Scott: We need to finish our dinner and head to the arena; pronto.
Jessie: Why in such a rush?
Scott: I need to call him out; immediately.
And so they begin eating their dinner, Scott eating what was left of his steak, and the waiters cleaning up the rest as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:20:27 GMT -5
Segment: Pre-Debut Warm Up (Credit: Snake/Dan White)
We fade in to a locker room, where the fabulous team of “Whitesnake”, Dan White and Rattlesnake, sit in their wrestling gear, with just moments to spare before their tag team bout against Libertines and Jay Zero.
Dan: So, what’s our plans for this match?
Rattlesnake: Well I don’t know, you ask me. You’re the one that’s fought both these guys in the past few weeks.
Dan: Well yeah, but I can hardly remember what I had for me tea last night, let alone how I even did against those two.
Snake sighs, wondering how he got into this predicament.
Rattlesnake: Well try to remember, okay? You beat Libertines, but you lost to Zero.
Dan: Ooooooh yeah, I remember now. Well like, if we just rough Libertines up a bit for the start of the match, and then batter the living hell out of Zero for a while….well we’d be sorted, right? We just lure Libertines into our trap of doom and break his neck, or something.
Snake sighs.
Rattlesnake: I know what you mean Dan, and I can be pretty sadistic myself, but is saying it that way really necessary? Couldn’t we just win the match and be done with it?
Dan: Well we could, but I can’t be arsed with that. We have to take this opportunity and shove it against the rest of the tag team division. Remember, this match was booked as a pre-tournament hype match. Or something. So we have to send a message across to the other team, and stuff.
Rattlesnake: Well, you make a good point, dude. Just make sure that that weird “Black and White” side doesn’t come up. I don’t want you going schizo on me, ok?
Dan: Huh, like you’re one to talk.
Rattlesnake: Hey man, you said it yourself that this is the best chance you have at winning the tag titles. Let’s leave the arguments to if we actually lose in this tournament.
Dan: Alright, fine. Let’s get going.
Dan gets up and claps his hands in a gesture of encouragement, and Snake follows. They exit their dressing room, and get ready to make the Whitesnake debut.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:21:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Tag Team Title Tourney Preview Match Rattlesnake and Dan White vs. Jay Zero and The Libertines (Credit: Hitman)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:22:12 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:22:29 GMT -5
Segment: Shut the Smurf up!! (Credit Jonny Spade and GooeyGarth)
Note: The beginning of the segment starts OTA once in the arena it is broadcasted.
The scene starts up with Jonny Spade and GooeyGarth riding in a taxi cab making small chat between themselves and the cab driver who happens to be an active female. Once the taxi stops she turns to the two of them and tells them that they have arrived to their destination.
Taxi Driver: Alright boys here you are!
They both get out (Jonny on the right side, Gooey on the left side of the cab) and Jonny walks up the front passenger side door and turns and leans on the door where the window is, and sticks his head into the car through the window opening.
Jonny: So how much?
Taxi Driver: 40 dollars.
Jonny: What a deal.
Jonny gives his money and then the woman gives him a card.
Jonny: What’s this?
Taxi Driver: My business card, give me a call sometime?
She flashes a smile that would cause any straight man to blush heavily.
Jonny: Sure thing, when should I call?
Driver: Later tonight when I am off work.
Jonny blushes again and then looks down on the card.
Jonny: I definitely will Jessica
He smiles at her and she smiles back as she drives off. Gooey who walked ahead had stopped and decided to wait for him. As Jonny walks next to him he begins to talk to him.
Gooey: What was that all about?
Jonny: She gave me her number.
Gooey: Shut up. You serious?
Jonny: Yea. See?
He shows him her business card that he got from her.
Gooey: Oh its only her business card.
Jonny: BUT she told me to call her off duty.
Gooey: Did she tell you when she’s off work?
Jonny: ….No….
Gooey: Sorry buddy you’ve been had.
Jonny shoves the business card into his pocket disappointed as they proceed into the arena.
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The segment opens up with Kevin Anderson sitting at a table looking bored out of his mind.
Kevin: Man I am so bored, I wish there was some new faces around here for me to talk to.
Suddenly two figures walk by him that catch his eye.
Kevin: What the…was that really them?
He gets up from where he was sitting and looks around the corner and sees the two of them talking to some stage hands. He hides back again behind the corner.
Kevin: Oh my gosh, oh my gosh it really is them!
Just as he gains his composure he turns around the corner only to see that the two men are gone! He rushes down the hall looking for the two of them and as he turns another corner he spots them and begins to yell their names as all is seen of them is just the backs of them.
Kevin: G-Unit! G-Unit! HEY GUYS!
The two of them turn around and the cameraman gets a close zoom in on their faces as the crowd pops for the guys.
Kevin: Guys! What are you doing here?
Gooey: We heard the good news about Gingerdude so we came to celebrate with him…
Jonny: With these.
Jonny pulls out a box and opens it to show a box of Cuban cigars. Kevin sticks his hand into the box to try and grab one but Jonny closes the lid on Kevin’s hand.
Jonny: NO! Bad interviewer. These are for your boss.
Kevin pouts a little and then Jonny and Gooey turn and continue on their way but Kevin follows then trying to ask questions to them but they just give simple answers to their questions and then once they arrive to Ginger’s office they knock on the door to have him answer.
Ginger: Hello boys, long time no see. What can I do for you?
Gooey: Well we heard the good news and we came to congratulate you…with these…
Gooey snaps his fingers and Jonny opens the box to show off the cigars again.
Ginger: I see…come on in then…shoo Kevin.
The guys enter the office and the cameraman enters too to catch the action. Inside, Jonny and Gooey sit down and Ginger sits down at his desk. He takes a cigar and cuts off the end and then lights them up.
Ginger: Ah that’s some good cigars. Please help yourselves.
They both grab one and then clean it up and proceed to light them up.
Ginger: So guys I’m glad you came I assume you hear about the tag team tournament that we have coming up yes?
Jonny and Gooey with the cigars in their mouth: Mmmhmmm.
Ginger: You see the original plan was made with Biff for some Fallout talent to take part in this tournament but that fell through so what do you guys say to it?
Jonny and Gooey get into an imprompt to huddle and whisper between each other and then Jonny asks one question.
Jonny: ONLY! ….if we can work full time for you. Fallout is flip flopping back and forth in ratings that I we don’t think its stable anymore these days.
Ginger: Deal. Yea that Fallout needs serious help.
The three men shake hands as the scene ends with them smiling at each other and talk about various other things
End scene
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:22:54 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 8: A Means To Kill (Credit: Scott Andrews/Jon Taylor)
After Scott and Jessie arrive at the arena from the restaurant Scott has changed into some less formal attire consisting of a pair of blue, straight leg jeans and a black Most Precious Blood t-shirt, complemented by a pair of white Nike sneakers. Jessie has also changed into something else; a red skirt and black long sleeved shirt. The two are shown walking down the hallways, Scott in front of Jessie, and he looks focused on getting somewhere, to a certain destination. He walks through a door and the camera switches to the arena.
As the opening guitar part sounds from Parkway Drive’s “Anasasis Xenophontis”, Scott and Jessie burst onto the entrance ramp in the sea of flashing white and red light. The couple make their way down the ramp to the ring and Scott lifts the rope to let Jessie in comfortably. He motions for a microphone and Phillip tosses him a spare.
Crowd: Fuck him up Sco-ott, fuck him up! Fuck him up Sco-ott, fuck him up!...
Scott: I’m guessing you all know why I’m out here...
Crowd: YEAH!!! WOOO!!!
Scott: So I’m going to go right out and say it: Jon Taylor, you wanna mess with me, you wanna insult me, put words in my mouth, and ruin a fucking date between me and my wife all because I wouldn’t join your stupid clique?! Enough is enough you stupid prick! I’m out here to issue a challenge to you: you and me at Spring Into Hell!
The crowd are certainly behind that match idea because everybody loves seeing a good Jon Taylor beat down.
Scott: So, Taylor, whaddya’ say to that?
Seconds later, "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy plays across the audio system as Jon Taylor walks out with the International Title over his shoulder and microphone in hand. The crowds deafening boos do not silence as the music dies down slowly. Jon Taylor looks at the crowd and smirks.
Jon Taylor: You pieces of shit can boo all you like, you’re just jealous you aren’t the Ultimate Competitor!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jon Taylor: As for you, Scott, I accept your challenge, but I have one request for a stipulation...
Scott: Anything you want Taylor as long as I get my hands on you! It doesn’t matter what stipulation you want I’ll accept!
Jon Taylor:[/color] Very well then. If the deal is set then I shall reveal my stipulation. The match for Spring Into Hell will be Jon Taylor vs. Scott Andrews...AND Jessie Young!
The crowd are shocked just as much as Jessie as she panics about being in the ring again especially with a monster like Taylor.
Scott: Fine. You want Jessie in on the match, you’re on. It’ll only give me more motivation to drive my foot through your skull every time you lay a finger on her!
Jon Taylor: I’ll be laying more than a finger on her, Scott. And come Saturday, you will have the stains of my boots all over your face! ...I’ll see you in Liverpool...
"Revolution Begins" By Arch Enemy plays again as Taylor turns and leaves, leaving a distressed Jessie and raging Scott Andrews in the ring as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:24:43 GMT -5
Segment: Congratulations. I want my rematch. Credit: Jay Zero
[Just after another exciting match between the newcomer in ACW, A.C. Evans and the semi-veteran Mr. Red, we find ourselves painting a new picture in the backstage area. Many crew members are hard at work, either fixing some technical connections, or walking around making sure things run smoothly. At this point we see the man that's in charge of making sure that all of these workers are doing as they should be-- the Chairman, Gingerdude. The camera catches onto him, following as he rushes down the hallway with papers in one hand, a cellphone in the other, and a thousand pounds of stress on his shoulders. He takes softly to himself, making sure he gets things straightened out -- until we see Jay Zero walking down the hall towards Ginger. He's wearing his ring gear, ready for his match against White Snake, but after the tiny fiasco with his partner earlier in the evening, we can't know for certain if this will turn out to be a handicapped match rather than a tag team like scheduled. Jay approaches Ginger and takes a deep breath.]
Gingerdude *Quietly to himself*: Okay and that should take care of that. But maybe if I--
Zero: Ginger. [/color]
[He quickly glances up at Jay then back down at his papers.]
Gingerdude: Move that -- Oh, hi Zero. --to next week then I--
Zero: Ginger. Ginger, we need to talk. [/color]
Gingerdude: Should be able to -- Jay, can we...can we do this another time I'm swamped right now.
[Gingerdude continues walking, so Jay does as well to keep up to him.]
Zero: Ginger seriously. [/color]
Gingerdude: Please, not now.
Zero: Ginger I'm trying to be nice here. Please -- we need to talk. And when I say that, I mean now. [/color]
Gingerdude: Look!
[Gingerdude stops and throws his arms up in the air.]
Gingerdude: I have contracts I need to make, people I need to go meet, and TONS of paperwork to go and do! And on top of that, I'm forced to sit here and worry while my baby is home with her newborn doing god knows what with that crazy Sarin running around making life a mess! In other words, I have too many things to worry about right now! Anyways, don't you have a tag match coming up? Run along.
Zero: First off -- did you just say newborn? [/color]
Gingerdude: *Sigh* Yes!
Zero: Oh well congrats Gramps -- It must be an honor knowing that you allowed your daughter to bring a demon seed into this world. Anyways my match isn't for a bit, so you can take a whole two minutes away from your busy life to do your job Ging. [/color]
Gingerdude: Don't you listen to me? Goodbye Jay!
[Ginger turns and heads off away from Jay again. Jay licks his lips and then snarls his upper lip and nose while looking at the Chairman.]
Zero: *Shouting* NO! [/color]
[Ginger stops and turns around to look at Jay.]
Zero: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SHOVED ASIDE! I TRIED BEING NICE ABOUT IT, BUT WHEN PEOPLE ARE NICE, THEY JUST GET STEPPED ON! [/color]
Gingerdude: Jay -- are you okay?
Zero: NO I'M NOT! I'VE BUSTED MY ASS FOR THIS PLACE AND HOW DO I GET REPAID..!? BY A CAMERA SHOT TO THE HEAD GINGER?! THAT WORLD TITLE SHOULD BE AROUND MY WAIST RIGHT NOW! [/color]
Gingerdude: Look, I'm terribly sorry about that and all, but it was a lumberjack match, I can't really help that that happened. But really I gotta go---
Zero: ...So you aren't even going to do anything about it?! MY FIRST SHOT IN THIS COMPANY AND I GET SCREWED OVER BY A NOBODY LIKE NICK DURDEN -- AND YOU! THE CHAIRMAN OF THE COMPANY ISN'T GOING TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?! [/color]
Gingerdude: Well what do you expect me to do about it Jay? Drop everything I'm doing to hold your hand and tell you it's going to be okay?
Zero: NO! What I expect you to do is give me my rematch! I had the match won! I know it! You know it! Everybody watching knows it! [/color]
Gingerdude: Well I'll tell you what Jay. Ready for this! Alright! Deal with it yourself! Goodbye Jay!
[Ginger wipes the fake smile off his face and finally turns back around for the last time. He shakes his head and walks away from Jay, leaving him irate.]
Zero: You son of a bitch...! Deal with it myself?! DEAL WITH IT MYSELF! WELL FINE, GINGER- *Screaming* JUST YOU WAIT! [/color]
[Jay runs his hand through his hair and looks around at the workers that are now staring at hi.]
Zero: ...I'll show you all. Nobody messes with Jay Zero. Nobody. [/color]
[Jay continues to stare at the back of Chairman Gingerdude as he walks away.]
[FADE OUT]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:27:17 GMT -5
Segment: “Welcome to the World - Part 4” Credit: Sarin, ~Aj [The sun slowly ventures below the horizon line drawing an end to both the day and visiting hours. Thunder Train and Gingerdude are now back in route to Europe leaving Anna and Aiden alone to reflect upon the last twenty-four hours. They say the day you welcome your first child into your life is one you’ll never forget. Aiden and Anna would agree. Together they welcome their new responsibilities with open arms and place them deep inside their hearts for safe keeping. With their child laying in between them on the bed, they satisfy their first commitment as new parents by showing their son much deserved affection. Carressing him gently with the tips of their fingers, they can’t help but kowtow at the cooing noises that pour from his lips like music from an angelic symphony.] Aiden Joseph: He has your eyes. Anna Sommers: And he has the rest of your everything else. Aiden: You say that like it’s a bad thing. Anna: Why must you always be so greedy? Aiden: Nasty habit. I promise I won’t be so selfish anymore ..... right after I steal my son away from you and take him for a little walk. Anna: *sigh* Alright, but don’t dally! Aiden: I won’t. I just want to have my first father son talk. [Together they share a giggle followed by a much required kiss, their first since Dillon’s arrival. As they embrace afterwards, their son wiggles around in between them obviously not accustomed to the ways of the much important family hug. He’d best start getting used to it; he will have plenty more to come. Anna calmly then places the baby within Aiden’s arms and begins to get her first tastes of separation anxiety, something she’ll have to start getting used to herself. With a promise from his father that he’ll be back soon, Dillon takes his first journey into the world that resides outside this room.] Aiden’s shoe boots click on the tile floor alerting his presence to every fawning nurse on the unit, attention he’d rather not deal with at the moment. By his own choosing he leads a not so private life and now he regretfully passes his life style over to his son. For better or worse, Dillon will most certainly grow up in the public eye and Aiden will make sure he’ll always be protected and grounded in normality as much as possible. Together they have finally reached their destination, a forlorn window that overlooks the city below. Staring outside at the city of Angles, Aiden closes his mind and reminisces about how this little miracle came to be.] Aiden: Ah, the stories I have to tell you when you get older, son. Well I just heard the news today It seems my life is going to change I closed my eyes, begin to pray Then tears of joy stream down my face With arms wide open Under the sunlight Welcome to this place [TK’s attention turns towards the door and then he sees her. Her skin, silk. Her hair, fabulous. Her eyes, diamonds. Just a moment ago, his spirit was as down as its ever been in months. But now, his whole attitude does an 180. He almost take’s XS3's head off as he leaps over the Entourage’s couch on his jaunt to the front door.] XS3: Hey! Watch it big guy!Thunderkiss: Hello.[TK shoves Dan out of the way, instinctively moving closer to the beautiful woman before him. Anna eyes the lug coolly. ...] Anna Sommers: Hi.[Thunderkiss looks directly into her eyes and smiles, wishing she could look directly into his mind and see what he’s thinking about. Luckily for her, he can’t see what she’s thinking, because if he could, he’d probably back hand her.] I'll show you everything With arms wide open Well I don't know if I'm ready To be the man I have to be I'll take a breath, take her by my side We stand in awe, we've created life With arms wide open Under the sunlight Welcome to this place I'll show you everything With arms wide open Now everything has changed I'll show you love I'll show you everything With arms wide open If I had just one wish Only one demand I hope he's not like me I hope he understands That he can take this life And hold it by the hand And he can greet the world With arms wide open... Thunderkiss: Anna, please--I messed up; I know. But if you just hear me out--Anna Sommers: No! You're an asshole. I only agreed to this meeting to notify you that I'm leaving. This shit-hole of a wrestling federation is no place to raise a child. [She turns to leave. Instinctively, TK grabs her shoulder to prevent her from leaving. She whirls around and delivers a massive slap to his face, leaving five cruel welts on his cheek. For a moment, TK's eye lights up with the dangerous fire he's become infamous for. A second passes, then two; part of TK’s brain tries to revert to its usual defence mechanisms and push the pain away, disowning it… but another part of him emerges, resurrected by the glitter of gold after so much time swathed in deep shadows, and embraces the lacerating blow and what it stands for… Instantly, both man and woman cling to each other, lips bumping in a clumsy kiss. Eager hands drag them both down as they engage in the most heated, passionate kiss of their lives. Aiden: Well, maybe we’ll forget a few of them here and there. Heh. [Aiden makes a seat for Dillon by placing his leg on the cill of the window. He places him on his knee and supports his tiny frame all so he can take a glimpse of his very first sunset. Below the city looks serene, peaceful and he prays that it shall always remain the same for his child.] Aiden: Welcome to the world, Dillon. It sometimes can be an awfully difficult and mean place, but do know you’ll never have to face it alone. Your mother and I can offer you anything this world has to offer, but we will give you the one thing I never had, love. You will always be my son, no matter what and I’ll make damn sure you never forget that. Welcome to the world, my son. *Kiss*[END]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:28:23 GMT -5
Segment: Killing two birds with one chain (Credit: BK London)
As we immediately cut to the back, Mickey Flamingo and Adrian Flamingo are walking together backstage. Unlike his nephew Adrian, Mickey Flamingo is constantly looking over his shoulder, looking down every corridor - hoping he doesn't bump into you know who.
Adrian Flamingo: If you don't calm down...
Mickey Flamingo: Calm down! CALM DOWN! You herd what dat boy said out there? Now I aint usually scared for a second? But dat boy ain't right..
Adrian Flamingo: Listen, as long as we got this...
Adrian Flamingo pulls his arm up to show the steel chain, that was instrumental in putting Jerome Carter out of commission, in his hand.
Adrian Flamingo: ...we don't have anything to worry abou-
But before he can even finish his sentence, a brown like blur races past the screen and delivers a massive forearm to the back Adrian Flamingo's head. As Flamingo drops to the ground, the cameras manage to get a good look at the 'brown blur' and it's none other than BK London. Mickey, who is initially surprised at this sudden arrival, now attempts to take action and he looks to land a blow right to BK's jaw - but BK blocks it. The former ACW Champion decks the 48 year old before throwing him into a table full of so much water cooler bottles that Jake's show could be postponed for months.
BK turns his attention back to Adrian Flamingo, who while still hurt, begins crawling his way towards the steel chain. But before he can reach it, BK London kicks it way down the hallway before delivering a brutal kick to the ribs of Adrian. The punishemnt doesn't stop there, as BK London now mounts over Adrian and continues to pummel him with some heavy potatoes. Adrian blocks up, to attempt to conceal his face from the vicious onslaught, but he still manages to take the blunt of the blows. BK now rises up and walks down the hallway before grabbing the long chain. He holds it in his hands and now stares at the huge railrod spike welded onto the center.
Turning his attention back to the Flamingos, he sees Mickey attempting to grab Adrian to pull him out of harms way. But once Mickey sees BK London staring at him, he books it down the hallway and BK chases right after him.
As the camera close in on Adrian Flamingo, he's holding his right eye in agonizing pain, the scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:29:23 GMT -5
Segment: The RDK Invitational Entertainment Tournament Round Four: Drunken Singing. (Credit: Train & Showtime) Belfast, Northern Ireland. Being in Ireland, and just having an eating competition, it would only be fitting that we have a drinking contest. But to spruce things up a bit. Instead of just drinking, both men will pick a song to sing. The crowd in the pub will decide the winner. Now let's get things started. Inside of the Salty Spittoon. We see Thunder Train boasting about his eating abilities...Thunder Train: Yeah! I ate like 7,000 sandwiches. It was nothing really. I could have eaten at least 10,000 more.Crowd: Whoa!! Wow! *claps* Thunder Train: Thank you, thank you. Now where is Showtime? I need to beat his punk ass!Thunder Train leans back against the bar, and takes a sip of something. The bartender then leans over and tells Train something. Train gets upset and knocks his drink off the bar. Thunder Train: WHAT?!!? Where is he?Bartender: He's back in the states... Thunder Train: WHAT? PLAY THAT TAPE!!The bartender walks over to the television and inserts a tape. A cheesy logo appears then Showtime's face appears.Showtime: It’s… SHOWTIME! Yo dawg, sorry I couldn't be there. I got some other stuff I gotta do. Ayres cried to me over the phone and begged me to come back to the states, so I had to go check on my baby… Okay, she bitched at me for not being prepared for my match at Rainbow Pro, so I had to get my ass outta Baloney, Italy ASAP. But don't worry man, I got someone that will replace me. I’m sure that he’ll be a suitable replacement… HAHAHAHA! Thunder Train: WHO?"My name is Finlay and I love to fight!" The crowd lets out a thunderous cheer and look at the entrance. Then, theme music of the famous Irish grappler plays from outside before someone who looks like Finlay enters, but it isn't Finlay, more like Finlay’s mini-me, complete with the same wrestling tights and fugly mug. The crowd lets out an even bigger boo at the disappointment.Thunder Train: Who the hell are you??: I am the Belfast Brawler, and I'm going to beat you up! Thunder Train: Whatever! Let's drink.Bartender: Alright, here are the rules, both men will start drinking 20 shots. The first one to complete their shots will sing first. Ready? GO! The two men start drinking their shots. Train gets an early lead and down 10 of them in 30 seconds. And after a minute, Train is done.Bartender: Alright! Train is the winner, he will sing first. Train stumbles up onto a stage and grabs a microphone. He drops it then picks it up and drops it again. Finally, he gets a good grip and is ready to sing.Train: I'm going to sing a good song! Watch me!....
Stumbling to the piano player, Train whispers something into his ear before going back to the middle of the stage to sing while the song plays……
Just eat it, eat it , eat it Get yourself an egg and beat it Have some more chicken, have some more pie It doesn't matter , it's boiled or fried Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, ooh After singing Train stumbles and falls back off the stage and into the people. Bartender: Unfortunately, Train has passed out. This means he is disqualified! But, Brawler has to sing something in order for him to win!.... The Belfast Brawler now stumbles onto the stage.Finlay: My name is Finlay, and I love to fight! Brawler then walks off the stage. He goes and sits down and continues drinking.Bartender: Is that a proper song? Pub: NO! Bartender: It looks like you have to pick a different song then. Despite downing twenty shots of alcohol, Finlay’s long lost brother walks over to the piano player and whispers something before going back to the stage. After a few soft key strokes of the piano, the drunk Irishman begins to sing with a surprisingly mellow and pleasing voice… The song was so impressive that one of the drunkards began to beat on the counter to the beat of the drums in this song. Finlay: I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord.. I’ve been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord… Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord… Well, if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand.. I’ve seen your face before my friend, But I don’t know if you know who I am.. Well, I was there and I saw what you did… I saw it with my own two eyes… So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you’ve been.. It’s all been a pack of lies… And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord.. I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord… I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord… And I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, oh lord.. oh lord… After a rather awkward pause, the pub begins to cheer wildly, some of the men actually being moved to tears by the powerful song. Bartender:. Well then, I guess The Belfast Brawler wins! And because he was a sub for Showtime, Showtime wins! It's all tied up folks! RDKIET Standings:
Train: 2 Points Showtime: 2 Points
Next Competition: A Match between the two at Spring Into Hell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 19, 2008 17:30:07 GMT -5
Match 4: Jon Taylor vs. Nick Durden vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Dan White)
Philip: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Triple threat match! Coming first to the ring, from Hartlepool, England, weighing at 225 lbs…Jonny Hughes!
’Cult of Personality’ begins to play over the AlphaTron to a chorus of cheers from the Irish fans as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the stage and poses for the fans before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match.
Philip: And secondly, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing at 238 lbs…”The Ultimate Competitor” Jon Taylor!
Pyros shoot out of around the Alphatron whilst "Revolution Begins" hits the P.A System to signify the arrival of Taylor. Taylor makes his way out onto the entrance ramp and is immediately met with abuse and boos. Taylor simply smirks as he poses at the top of the entrance ramp while the crowd show their disgust towards The Ultimate Competitor. Taylor stays still at the top of the entrance ramp for a few moments to wind up the crowd even further before he makes his way down the entrance ramp in his own time, and enters the ring.
Philip: And finally, from Venice Beach, California, weighing at 205 lbs…Nick Durden!
Lights cut to dark.
Henshin a go go, baby!
The intro to “What I Want” by Daughtry kicks into gear as blinding white lights chaotically flicker near the entryway, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself psyched up for the impending match. The lights return as Nick steps out from the entryway. He flashes a quick look to both sides of the audience before running to the left side of the stage and taunting enthusiastically, inciting uproarious cheers. Nick runs to the opposite side of the stage and repeats, receiving a similar ovation. Nick returns to the center of the stage and begins his march to the ring. With about ten feet remaining between himself and the ring, he breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring. He flashes a quick look to the audience before rising up to his feet. Nick walks to one turnbuckle and mounts the second rope, taunting to the audience once more. He dismounts and walks to the other turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he tosses away his trench coat and begins stretching out.
*Ding Ding Ding*
In a match with is truly the bout of the future Main Eventers, all three men exit their corner, cautiously flicking their eyes between each other. Quickly, Hughes is ganged up on by Taylor and Durden, which the crowd doesn’t seem to like. They beat him down in the corner with some punches, and whip him to the opposite corner. Hughes crashes into it and bounces backwards, falling into a double back drop. Both men get up, and begin to grapple with each other. Taylor whips Durden at the ropes, but Durden flies back with a Discus Elbow Smash. It takes Taylor right in the face, and he appears hurt as Durden whips him at the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but Taylor ducks it, hits the ropes again and plants Durden with a Flying Cross-body. He attempts an early pin attempt, but Hughes is there to break it up. He picks Taylor up, and clubs him in the head with an elbow, and follows that up with a swift Fisherman’s Suplex, but Durden breaks up the pin. Durden then picks Hughes up, and hits him with an STO. He makes the cover, but Taylor is there to break it up.
Taylor gets to his feet first, and Durden is quick to follow. They lock up, and Durden whips Taylor at the ropes. He catches Taylor with a guillotine chop to the chest, and Taylor is temporarily stunned. This allows Durden to take Taylor down with the Irish Screwdriver, which gets an appropriate pop for being hit in the suitable location. He makes a cover, but Taylor kicks out at two. Durden picks him up, but he takes an elbow to the back by Hughes. Hughes and Taylor then collaborate in taking Durden down with a double DDT. Hughes and Taylor, and look at each other for a moment before Taylor attempts to lock up. Hughes ducks under his arm and grabs him from behind, hitting a powerful Release German Suplex. Taylor cracks his head off the bottom turnbuckle, and Hughes is quick to drag him to the centre of the ring, and attempts a pin, but Taylor manages to kick out at two, much to Hughes’ annoyance. He lifts Taylor up, but a cheap shot to the ribs allows Taylor the advantage, which he takes by planting Hughes with a Taylor DDT (Flowing DDT). As Hughes falls, Taylor parades himself, but is taken down with a surprise Atomic Drop by Durden.
Durden now has the advantage, as Taylor wiles about on the floor in pain, and Hughes is incapacitated. He chooses to go for Taylor, lifting him up and goes for the Bullet With a Name, but Taylor foresees this and ducks, taking Durden down with a German Suplex pin, which Durden kicks out of. Hughes slowly gets to his feet now, and begins stomping Durden with Taylor, before turning on Taylor and shooting a few punches to the face. He follows that up with a Roaring Elbow Strike, which sends Taylor crashing into the turnbuckle. Durden slowly gets up, and instead of attacking Hughes, the two team up to throw Taylor out of the ring. This then turns the match to Durden vs. Hughes. They both lock up, and Hughes throws Durden at the ropes. Durden flies back and is on the receiving end of a Spinebuster. Hughes then climbs the top rope, and goes for the Ode to Dynamite Kid, but the Diving Headbutt is avoided by Durden. Durden lifts Hughes up, and plants him with the Tequila Bomb. He then climbs the top rope, and tries to seal the win with the Nick Roll.
But Taylor manages to climb up and shove the ropes, causing Durden to have his knackers crushed! Taylor climbs into the ring, and manages to steal the cover on Hughes: 1-2-3!!
Philip: Here is your winner…Jon Taylor!
Taylor throws his arms in the air as “Revolution Begins” and the fans furiously jeer him. He’s pretty much stolen victory from Durden, but whilst Durden might be pissed, Taylor did everything within the rules, and takes his International Title with him as he exits.
Fade out.
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