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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 15:36:55 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown May 29, 2008
Schedule of Matches:
ACW Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV Ground Zero Iraq (Capacity Crowd 400)
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The Libertines w/Jay Zero vs. AC Evans w/Teddy Davis
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First Round Tag Team Tournament Match Nick Durden and Kai Virtanen vs. Jason Freeman and Jonny Hughes
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BK London vs. Jake Cheng
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Aiden Joseph vs. Fallen Souls
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:13:27 GMT -5
As the show opens up, we get a shot of a helicopter flying over the area where the ring is placed and the soldiers couldn't be any more excited for this show. They've experienced the WWE, but tonight, they get a front seat to a much better show - Alpha Championship Wrestling.
Green and brown as far as the eye can see, it's ACW's Tribute to The Troops.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:14:00 GMT -5
Segment: What A Guy Wants (Credit: Sarin)
Since 2003, brave soldiers of exemplary character have toiled under the fierce Iraqi sun. Four-hundred of the aforementioned men and women eagerly anticipate their favorite (and not-so-favorite) ACW stars to add some much needed pleasure to their lives. It is a testament to ACW's strong spirit that not one crew member stayed behind--all are determined to put on an exceptional show for the often unsung heroes here today.
The camera pans around the ring, capturing the jubilant faces of the soldiers and their various homemade signs and posters. Each soldier bellows a shout-out to family and friends when the cameras pass him or her by; however, their frantic cries pale in comparison to the deafening yells which accompany the introductory guitar chords for "Lady" by Lenny Kravitz...
I'm crazy for this little lady I'm freaking for my little baby 'Cause she makes me feel good She's so fine
Don't need all my other ladies I'm beggin' for this little lady 'Cause I tell you she's cool She's divine [/b]
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your new ACW World Champion...Sarin Rossi!
I know she's a super lady I'm weak and I've gone hazy yeah
I'm crazy for that lady She's chic but she's not shady yeah Sophisticated lady And she makes me feel good She's so fine!
Caught unawares, Sarin stumbles out onto the entrance ramp after a swift push from the stage director. She had been in a deep level of inner conflict. The problematized issue: is wearing a camouflage vest too tacky at a show for soldiers? She shrugs, tossing the vest to a screaming male in the crowd. World title slung comfortably over her shoulder, she saunters down to ringside, shaking hands with a few soldiers along the way. After a very pleasing ring entrance bend, Sarin catches an airborne microphone and flicks it on, waiting a few moments for the rabble to die down.
Sarin: Wow! What a welcome! Thank you! Last Saturday, after an...interesting contest, I pinned Aiden Joseph for the World Championship!
The crowd bursts into cheers again. Quite heartened, Sarin blushes, tucking a lock of raven hair behind her ear before continuing.
Sarin: Yes, thank you. By the way, are there any hopeful young wrestling talents here today?
Her question is met with more cheering. Sarin nods and smiles, pacing about the ring.
Sarin: Very good! Before you jump into the wacky world that is professional wrestling, please remember that anything can happen...and I do mean anything. I mean, it wasn't until this Saturday that I learned that companies actually manufacture condoms that can accommodate human heads...
Several collective shudders later...
Sarin: ...and did anyone know that Aiden can deep throat an entire vibrator? Gosh, that was a sight to see.
Sarin feigns mock outrage when this tidbit of information is met with a few cries of disgust.
Sarin: People, please! Give props where props are due. But as much as I would love to keep taking potshots at the former champ, this show isn't about me, Aiden, or the latter's convulsing throat muscles. This is about you! The way I see it, each and every one of you carries a burden none of us civvies could possibly understand. Some of you didn't ask to be here. Some of you may not even want to be here. And all of you want to do what's right.
She pauses, working up to a point that she can't quite see but knows for certain is there...
Sarin: But...but you are here. And, well, I guess that's something.
It doesn't take long for the ground to shake from more thunderous cheers. Sarin smiles, giddy with happiness and general love for everyone around her.
Sarin: That being said, people who break their backs for little recognition (and most likely low monetary compensation) deserve a major reward in my book. What do you say, fellahs?
Sarin doesn't wait for the subsequent storm of cheers; she extends a slim arm and points to the entrance ramp.
Sarin: What every guy (and some girls) want: gratuitous bouncing breasticles!
Cheesy NFL dance music blasts through the PA system, and out dance ten Baltimore Ravens cheerleaders, led by an exuberant Stacy Keibler. They waste no time in treating the roaring soldiers to the raunchiest bump and grind they can muster. Satisfied, Sarin sneaks back up the ramp. Judging by the extreme looks of pleasure plastered on the faces of several soldiers...her title reign is off to a 'bouncy' start.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:16:10 GMT -5
Segment: Welcome to Paradise! (Credit: FSX)
Does it always have to be something depressing? It appears as if the more serious that you become, the more deranged and distant you happen to be. In fact, one might assume that the person who declares himself more serious then any other happens to be the person who most wants to die in this world. It's really quite simple if you give it a bit of thought, as when you begin to see everything in a cold and shallow serious light, you forget about the wonders of the world. Everything becomes a taxing experience, and before you know exactly what is going on you find yourself hating every little thing that you happen to do to get by. It's unfortunate and depressing, and makes the world seem gloomy. That isn't to say that some of the world shouldn't be viewed as a gloomy and depressing place, however. A good portion of it is most of the time. Seeing that the intense competitors of ACW have made there way to one of the most sensitive and paranoid places in the world this week, one has to imagine that the show will take on a very serious tone. But there is always someone who ruins it for everyone, and it should come as no real surprise that this week happens to be no different.
FSX: Such a tropic place, and no tourism! What could possible be better?
Sighing softly to himself as he shifted around a bit, Fallen seems to have traveled to the wrong location entirely! Instead of heading for Iraq as was intended, he seems to have found himself in a tropical paradise! How dare he enjoy himself well others are risking their lives to entertain those that have truly deserved themselves free admission? As he continues to relax and work on his tan, he reaches to his left for a drink that doesn't appear to even be there. In fact, outside of the chair that he happens to be relaxing in it seems as if Fallen is all alone in his paradise. How bizarre. Taking a quick little look around himself as he comes to this realization, he does appear a little bit agitated at the fact.
FSX: Where is everybody else, though? We're supposed to be putting on a show tonight! They should be here by now..or at least relaxing in the sun before hand. Hmmn..I swear I'm in the right place...
Well, it was a fabulous paradise! So it must be the right place, and everyone else must be incorrect! As Fallen returns to his minor vacation and pure uninterrupted relaxation, the annoying sound of birds in the distance effectively...interupts him...So much for that! Shifting a bit to regain his comfort and attempt to simply ignore the agitating sounds off in the distance, it eventually comes to the point that he can't possibly deal with them anymore and he rises from his seat. The noise just kept getting closer and closer! Didn't they realize some people were trying to relax?
FSX: What's with all of this noise?! Can't the next World Champion just get a moment of relaxation before his next big show? I mean..come on!
Waiting for a moment as if he was expecting answers to his questions, Fallen covered his ears and groaned softly to himself as he heard more loud noises off in the nearby distance. So annoying! He wasn't about to let the sounds of the area ruin his vacation, was he? Beginning to wander back up the sandy beaches as he made plans to leave the area, Fallen found himself clammering up what was almost a mountain of sand. Realizing that he had forgotten his chair of pure relaxation he turned back with the intent to get it, before being blown back a bit as he saw it suddenly explode! Gasp! His chair had been bombed! Who bombs a chair?! Falling backward and nearly tumbling down the other side of the hill, Fallen looked around in awe as he tried to piece things together.
FSX: What the hell is wrong with my tropic paradise?! Better yet, why does something always blow up when I'm trying to relax for once? That's just not fair!! Wait a second...There's something I'm supposed to remember...
Trying to come to a logical conclusion of all the strange happenings that surrounded him in the bizarre land he couldn't seem to come to anything. It was just supposed to be a paradise, wasn't it? Designed for his enjoyment before he had to deal with the great task of defeating a former champion! But seeing that absolutely no one else appeared to be in his sight, and bombs were constantly dropping from the sky all around him, it seemed as if he may of just maybe misjudged his location. Beginning to wander around a bit as he searched for some kind of civilization, everything seemed to finally dawn upon him! Now how could he of forgotten that?
FSX: Oh yeeeahh...I'm in Iraq! That's right, we're here to entertain the army and what not! Hmm...but if I'm in a war zone, why am I alone and in the open? That doesn't sound very safe...and I'm SO not dealing with terrorists right now! They will just put such a damper on my mood! Guess I'd better find that base then...
Seeing that nothing was in his line of sight, it appeared quite dim the chances that he would end up discovering the location of the base before someone appeared to murder him for being a foreigner to the land! Though based on the look of pure determination upon his face, it was quite evident that Fallen adamantly believed that it had to be nearby. It did make quite a bit of sense for the base to be close by after all, right? After all, he couldn't of wandered that far off from everyone! It wasn't as if he was an insane person or anything. With that said, Fallen leans over the sandy hillside to get a better look at everything, nearly simply hoping off into the darkness to get a better look. Why, that's way too crazy! Even for someone like Fallen, right? ...Right?! It seems that's not the case, as he looks about to dive to his death!!! Only to fall backward...phew..
FSX: Well...so much for that. Though I guess it's good I didn't fall off that mountain! I really should of, too..hmm...finding the base would be alot easier if Taylor and Cooper were here...Where the hell are those two lately, anyways? I haven't seen them for days now!
Grumbling to himself silently as he still had no clue the fate of his stablemates or the simple fact that they were no longer with us, he continued to dredge on in desperate search for civilization. It was bound to be around here somewhere after all, right? Dropping down the hill once again and beginning an idiotic sprint through the open area, not even giving a moment to think of the possibilities to the area. There could of been mines! In fact, there very likely was! But for Fallen's credit he didn't explode. Good for him. After a few moments of racing around it became evident he wasn't to find anything and he slowed to an eventual stop, dropping to his knees as he pounded his fist to the ground and stared off in the distance. When in trouble, blame the apes!
FSX: NOOOOO! They blew it all up! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL!! NOOOOOOO!...Say, I wonder if Hunter and Nelson Mandela are hanging around somewhere. I bet those two are good friends nowadays! Good friends...say, what's that?
Well he was busy pondering things that made very little sense to those that weren't here a few years ago, it seems as if something has caught his eye off in the distance! What wonderment could it be to grab his feeble and sporadic attention? Why, a man dressed for war of course! Wearing a helmet and appearing as if he was yanked from a video game, Fallen decided to go with that notion as he approached. However, his comedy wasn't about to be taken easily! In fact, the man didn't allow Fallen to say a single word before pulling him into his arms and turning around, carrying the confused Korean man for the time.
FSX: I'm sorry, your princess is in another castle.
Soldier: What..?
FSX: That's code for putting me the fuck down! You didn't have to carry me all the way here, you know!
Soldier: Sorry, I figure you didn't want to be tired before your match, Captain!
FSX: Wait...Captain?
Shaking his head at the entire conversation as it gave him flashbacks of things that technically never happened, he sighed softly at finally being set down by the over-sized man. Thinking of just how he could burst into a fit of rage now, he pondered for a moment before shaking off the thought. They did make it back to the camp all of a sudden! It was kind of a convenience at the end of the day that the man carried him along, right? He'd at least take it as one..this time around.
FSX: Anyway...I guess I should offer you my thanks and stuff. You saved me the trouble of finding this place on my own, after all!
Soldier: Anything for an old acquaintance.
FSX: Acquaintance..? Wait a second, who are you?! TNT? Kross? Hunter?! Woah, you joined the army and grew a foot? Awesome!
Soldier: Well...
And thus the great mystery was finally revealed. All were stunned silent for a few moments as the soldier suddenly exposed his face, and the truth of Iraq came to knowledge of all! Why, it was clearly just a ploy and the home base of ACW's operations! Deep down we are all battling for peace as the government commands us, and the wrestling is just the result of shell shock! That...or at some point Jon Taylor's former bodyguard joined the army. But which is more likely?
FSX: ...Iron Jaw...? What the hell are you doing in the army?!
Johnson: That's G.I. Jaw to you! And I didn't really have much a choice after the stable disbanded.
FSX: The stable disbanded?! When the hell did that happen?! Does Taylor know about this?
G.I. Jaw: Well, he's the one that quit the company and abandoned his title. So I'd guess he does.
What was worse of this situation now? The fact that he was having a conversation with a reformed street fighter who looked a lot like Moses and joined the army for reasons that he didn't quite understand just yet, or the fact that Taylor had finally proved to him that he was the most unreliable asshole that the world had ever known. After a moment of thought, Fallen came to the decision that it was all Taylor! How dare he abandon the stable just as it's strength was growing? Aside from that, it damaged his plans! Damn him!
FSX: ...He did WHAT?!
G.I.Jaw: Easy! I'm sure your better off without him, right?
FSX: I guess so...Well, you didn't have to go and join the army if you didn't want too! We could of done something with Showtime still!
G.I.Jaw: Oh...he had to leave too. His mother is ill...
Well, that much should of been seen coming a mile away! What are the chances that Showtime would leave the exact same time as his buddy Taylor? At lease 100%! Clearly frustrated with all that he was hearing now and was completely unaware of just mere moments ago, Fallen could only rub gently at his temples as he tried to comprehend how everyone had abandoned him. Again.
FSX: Why the hell does no one inform me of ANYTHING?! I mean, come on! I'd appreciate some fair warning if your all going to suddenly ditch me! How the hell are you even in the army already? Don't you have to deal with basic training or whatever?
G.I.Jaw: Nah, I was a large black man. They basically just put me on a helicopter the second I signed up...You know, I actually did my physical IN the helicopter. I don't think that's allowed, though...
FSX: Well...whatever. Have fun with the rest of your life, I've got a match to get ready for, and forgetting all this bullshit will have to come first. I'll figure something out...
But would he really? This was quite the sudden curve ball to the fragile plans of Fallen Souls! Considering just how sensitive that Fallen appeared to be to everything these days, one has to imagine that all of this is actually hurting him deeply! That is very likely the case, though he would never dare admit such a thing! No...at a time like this he had to stay positive, and that had to be his goal. It's just a little setback, after all. He could deal with working alone...even if it was the first time in four years...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:17:05 GMT -5
Segment: The Gold is Back Where It Belongs (Credit: Train & ?) The camera returns to the ringside area and in the middle of the ring a chalkboard stands with a sheet over it. Suddenly, Ice Train's WCW theme plays and to a round of boos. Out walks Thunder Train with camoflauge shorts, a sleeveless shirt on, and his newley won Entertainment Championship drapped across his shoulder. He makes his way to the ring slowly, but with a large grin on his face. He walks up the steps and onto the apron. He goes to the turnbuckle and stands on the second rope and raises the belt above his head to more boos. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone. Thunder Train: Last Saturday in Liverpool I proved who the more entertaining person was. I beat Showtime in the middle of this ring to become the 35th Entertainment Champion.*Crowd Boos* Thunder Train: Now, I bet you troops are wondering why I have this chalkboard out here. Well the answer to that is simple. We have to fix up the scoreboard for the RDK Invitational Entertainment Tournament .Thunder Train takes the sheet off the board.RDKIET
Thunder Train: 2 Showtime: 2 Thunder Train picks up some chalk and adds to the boardRDKIET
Thunder Train: 3 Showtime: 2
WINNER: Thunder Train Thunder Train: Yeah! That's better. Now, most of you are probably thinking, "Well, I guess Showtime is going to get his rematch now." You would be wrong! Showtime was released earlier this week and now there is nobody left for me to face! Nobody is a threat! They might as well retire this championship because its done! Now, it's time to celebrate. Bring out my food.Train expects food to start being brought out when "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden plays over the arena and out walks A.C. Evans to cheers from the troops. They obviously aren't fans of A.C. Evans, they are just glad that someone is finally out here to shut Train up. Evans stands at the top of the entrance ramp wearing a black shirt with white pants. He doesn't look directly towards Thunder Train, but rather at the ground, not showing his eyes.Thunder Train: WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU ARE INTERUPTING MY CELEBRATION! THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!A.C EVANS:[/color] You come out here week in, and week out and brag about yourself. You talk about how you're some type of great champion. You run your mouth about how there isn't a soul alive that can defeat you. You're correct. There is no soul on this planet who is capable of defeating you for that very title. But you forget something. I've no soul. My soul has been freed from my body. That's what makes me better than you. In fact, that's what makes me better than every single person on this planet. The departure of Showtime was a blessing in disguise. However, you believe that Showtime is gone. Incorrect. Showtime is alive and well and better than ever. His soul is freed. His body is rotting. There are other people who are capable of winning that belt. Say for instance..me. You're title will be mine. No, no. You're life and soul will be mine. I do not wish to simply defeat you for your title. The title is only an extra bonus. The only thing I want is to see you bleed. I want your soul to be free, and the only way this is possible is if you are weakened. If you're the champion you say you are..you'll step into the ring with me. And believe me, you WILL be weakened. Thunder Train: WHAT? YOU WANT A SHOT AT MYYYYYYYY TITLE? I DON'T THINK SO BUDDY! YOU GOTTA WORK YOUR WAY UP IF YOU WANNA GET A SHOT AT MY TITLE!!! But I'll tell you what, I'm a fair man. If you can prove to me that you can actually DESERVE a title shot then I will give one to you.A.C EVANS:[/color] I don't need to prove anything to you. If anything, you need to prove to me that you're worthy enough to step into the very same ring with me. Thunder Train, I leave you with this. You're eyes have been closed for oh-so-long. And if you do decide to man up and accept this challenge, I personally guarantee you that they will be opened... And with that "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden plays again as A.C. walks backstage. An irate Thunder Train doesn't know what to do and leaves the ring as well.
Fade to black. ? = A.C. Evans
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:17:52 GMT -5
Segment: Back To My Roots (Introduction, Part 3) (Credit: Dan White)
((RECAP: After beating a couple of Rangers fans up, Gingerdude ordered Dan to see psychiatric help to stop him getting himself and ACW in trouble for football hooliganism, Dan’s old hobby. Dan’s first visit to Dr. No saw him discuss Jack McCarty, how Dan saw him as his dad and how McCarty manipulated this away from Dan, using his brother to fuel their feud.))
15:45, Monday 26th May
The camera fades into a familiar room, and with Dan sitting there whistling a random tune, looking ever bored, we know that he’s waiting to see his shrink, the aptly named “Dr. No”. The nurse comes out and waves Dan in, and Dan gets to his feet. He enters the room, sitting down on the chair and looking at Dr. No.
Dr. No: Well Dan, last week we discussed about a man who you viewed as a father figure, Jack McCarty, and how he returned to this fed purely to manipulate you, for no reason it seemed. How he used your brother against you, but once you beat him, he was gone forever.
Dan: Yep, that’s right.
Dr. No: Well this week, I want to ask you about your history of relationships. I suppose the easiest question to throw out are who have been the main women in your life?
Dan: Well there’s only been two, I guess. Back when I was out on the streets of Cardiff I met this girl called Chantelle. It’s an ugly name I know, but she was fine. Had a big ass, nice rack, perfect lips for when the Red Army came knocking, if you know what I mean.
Dan has a bit of a smile, but Dr. No remains expressionless.
Dr. No: So this woman was the first you had a sexual experience with?
Dan: Oh, no. This was when I was 19. I ain’t proud of it, but I lost the big V when I was 16. You know it’s hard when you live in a murky area like I did. There’s not a lot of hope for most of them guys. That’s why a lot of them ended up in football hooliganism. But nah, Chantelle was awesome, and I stayed with her for a year, which was pretty good. We didn’t cheat on each other. I don’t think we cheated on each other, I never cheated on her.
Dr. No: So she may have cheated on you?
Dan: Who knows? But we ended because I turned 20, and I got bored, to be honest. I left her, and that’s when I met the other girl of my life, Jessie Hall. Now Jessie was at my side for such a long time. I met her when I was 21, and I was done with football hooliganism. I was a marked man in South Wales and in fact most of Britain, so I packed up and made a new start in Dundee, in north Scotland. She was training to be a lawyer, and we were like polar opposites. Well, that was by class, at least. But we got on really well, and she supported me when I got into wrestling. She didn’t want me hurt, but she stayed with me. She even made a couple of appearances in ACW and SWF.
Dr. No: So why did that end?
Dan: We had been going out for 2 and a half years, and I think she was more serious than me. She wanted to relax, settle down and have kids, get married, the whole lot. I wasn’t keen on that idea and I think I put her through a table live on PPV. It’s not my strongest point, but it’s better than a long, emotional breakup. I had to end it there.
Dr. No: So how long have you been going without a relationship?
Dan: Well I broke up with Jessie back at Omega Effect 1. We’re coming up to Omega Effect IV now so nearly three years? But that’s not without certain benefits elsewhere. I had a thing going with Charlotte King for a long time, but we were never serious.
He crouches up to Dr. No
Dan: Between you and me, she was a great ride, but far too clingy.
Dr. No: Dan…there’s a camera being recorded right there (points to camera) for ACW TV purposes. You agreed everything mentioned would be recorded for TV use.
Dan obviously suddenly looks giddy, like he’s just found out where babies comes from.
Dan: ….Oh. Well Charlotte if you see this, I’m sorry?
Dr. No shrugs his shoulders and sighs,
Dr. No: Anyways….I have to ask you if being a relationship is what you actually want, or not.
Dan: To be quite frank, it’s not. For a period between when I got my head injury by Starkweather, to when I got kicked out the Entourage I shagging everything with tits and a pulse. It’s really not something I ought to be proud of, but I really didn’t think a relationship would have benefited me in any way. I’m at the age most would settle down at, but I don’t want to. I see at least 5 more years of needless partying and waking up in bushes after a night out, and I want that to continue.
Dr. No: Well, I think I’ve heard all I need to hear. What I think is that you’re having too much fun experiencing the process of growing up to actually growing up. I mean look, everybody has to do it. Otherwise you’ll be “that weird old guy” in the nightclubs that everyone is scared to go near.
Dan: Yeah….you make a good point, but I ain’t ready to be making babies – not ones intentionally anyways. I’m outta here.
Dr. No: Very well. Your next appointment is next Friday, we’ll talk about your life, ok?
Dan: Whatever.
Dan leaves the room silently, looking a bit pissed off as Dr. No looks through his papers.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:18:11 GMT -5
Title: The Celebration (Credit: A.C. Evans)
We fade up to the scene of A.C Evans standing in front of a busy street. The hustle and bustle of the not-so-typical Iraqi life. As the stop light turns red, the cars screech to a halt as the others zoom past all others. A.C. Evans stands in the middle of the sidewalk as everyone simply brushes by him. He's wearing a white shirt with white pants. He certainly does stick out like a sore thumb as all those whom pass him are wearing dark clothing. A.C. Evans continues to walk past them as he simply looks at the ground.
A.C. EVANS: Isn't it amazing who society can continue on with their wretched deeds even in the most dire of times?
He continues to walk down the street, but in the background you can hear the violent sounds of gunfire. Another life has just been taken, yet these people continue to walk down their streets, continuing their lives.
A.C. EVANS: Even in times where others are faced with death, humanity continues to truck on and on completing their sinful tasks. It doesn't pause for the death of a dozen. They should stop and celebrate. Celebrate the fact that another life has been freed. The soul has been freed from the putrid flesh that is known as your body. However, I look around and I see no celebration. I only see the drugs, the sex, the alcohol. That's it. It's quite the shame. However, a celebration is occurring soon enough.
He continues to walk, shamefully holding his head towards the ground. He speaks once more.
A.C. EVANS: A celebration the likes of which have never been seen here in Iraq. On Meltdown, we celebrate the death and the birth of one Libertines. The name Libertines has great meaning. It means, free spirit or great thinker. How saddening is this? The name that was bestowed upon you simply does not fit you the slightest bit. You are most certainly not a great thinker nor are you a free spirit. However, when the celebration is complete, you will be free. The chains that have bound you to sin will be broken. You'll truly be Libertines...
He stops and looks around. He sees people rushing through the streets still. He shakes his head.
A.C. EVANS: It will quite the celebration..
He walks out of view as we see two cars crash into each other quite violently. As the drivers stumble out of their wrecked vehicles, the scene fades to black.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:19:24 GMT -5
Match 1: The Libertines w/Jay Zero vs. AC Evans w/Teddy Davis (Credit: AC Evans)
Ding, ding, ding! The opening bell rings as the first match for Meltdown is ready to start. Delivery by the babyshambles begins to play over the P.A. system loudly. As the driving theme continues ti play, the fans jump to their feet and begin to boo the man whom is making his way from the backstage area. As he brushes past the curtains, Libertines looks to be ready for this match. He stops at the top of the ramp and looks around. He takes a deep breath and laughs at some of the fans who are booing him. Behind him, is Jay Zero, who is spraying hairspray around every which way. He continues to look at some of the fans whom mock him as he rolls into the ring. Jay Zero stays on the outside of the ring and continues to mock some fans.
Suddenly the lights go out and the cold bells of Hallowed Be Thy Name by Iron Maiden are heard. As the theme continues, and the words "I'm waiting in my cold cell.." are heard..the fans begin to boo as they see that A.C. Evans has a new theme. Evans walks from behind the curtains slowly and looks at everyone around him. He does nothing and simply continues to walk down the ramp. Teddy Davis follows behind him. Evans acknowledges no one, not even Teddy Davis, as he enters the ring. Davis takes his spot at ringside as the match is ready to begin.
The two men lock up and Libertines gets the upper hand quickly. He pushes A.C. Evans down. Evans flips over and quickly gets back up to his vertical base. The two lock up again but this time A.C. Evans trips up Libertines and throws him to the ground. Libertines gets up and executes a beautiful arm drag takedown. He doesn't let go of Evans' arm, but holds on to it and locks in an armbar. As Evans yells for help, Teddy Davis grabs Evan's other hand and puts it on the ropes. The ref doesn't see this and has Libertines break the hold. Libertines stands up and begins to put the boots to Evans. He picks him up and executes the prettiest snap suplex. He rolls over and attempts a pin. Only a 2 count this time.
Libertines stands up and rolls his wrists around before picking up Evans. Jay Zero seems to be busy on the outside, spraying his hairspray in a fans face. Libertines throws Evans into the ropes and Zero quickly reacts by grabbing Evans foot. Evans gets tripped up a bit and turns his attention towards Zero. Libertines tries to sneak up behind him and attack, but Evans ducks under the oncoming clothesline. With Libertines on the ropes, Evans begins to execute many lefts and rights. With one final dropkick to the chest, Libertines flips over the ropes and onto the ground. Evans waste no time and runs from the other side and planchas over the top rope looking to take down both Zero and Libertines. However, the duo knew what Evans was attempting to do and quickly scattered, leaving Evans to do nothing but crash and burn.
The ref begins to utilizes his ten count as we see Teddy Davis trying to check up on A.C. Evans. Zero and Libertines give each other a nod, knowing they did well. A.C. Evans pushes Teddy David away, not wanting his help. Evans is suddenly victim of a double clothesline from both Zero and Libertines. Libertines grabs Evans by his head and tosses him into the ring as we see Davis and Zero yelling at each other. Davis is suddenly blinded when Zero sprays him in the eyes with hairspray! Davis claws at his eyes as Zero grabs him by the arm and tosses him into the stairs. Zero grins a cocky smirk. Inside the ring, we see Libertines attempting a German Suplex, but Evans lands on his feet. Libertines turns around and gets clocked with a huge rolling kick. Libertines falls to the ground, holding his head as Zero tries to coach him back into the match. Evans grabs him by the foot and pulls him to the middle of the ring. He looks to execute FILE 13 as he leaps and tries for his standing corkscrew moonsault, but Libertines gets his knees up.
Libertines rolls over and grabs Evans by his head and runs to the corner, attempting his SHIRANUI, but Evans is aware enough and pushes him off. Evans stands in the corner, holding himself using the ropes as he awaits for Libertines to stand up. As he turns around, he sees Evans running towards him. He hooks him around the neck and executes a Tornado DDT. THERE IT IS! He locks in the STF and completes his finishing move named OPEN YOUR EYES. Zero attempts to claw himself in the ring, but Teddy Davis quickly grabs him by the ankles and pulls him out and begins to pummel him with a fury of lefts and rights. After a few seconds of intense pain, Libertines has no choice but to tap out.
With the match over, we see Zero pulling Libertines out of the ring and attending to him. The duo walks up the ramp as Teddy Davis slides into the ring to congratulate his partner A.C. Evans. Evans wants nothing to do with Davis at this point as he pushes him away. Davis looks confused as he exits the ring and goes up the ramp. Suddenly someone appears from the crowd. It's Thunder Train! After their confrontation earlier, Train obviously wants revenge for Evans interrupting him. Evans still has no idea that Train is in the ring. Evans turns around and gets clocked with a huge tackle takedown. Evans holds his gut as Thunder Train begins to pummel him with lefts and rights. He stands up as the fans boo him loudly. Train pulls up Evans by his hair and executes THE DERAILMENT! Goodness! Evans is out cold as we go to a commercial break with Thunder Train standing over Evans laid out body.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:21:22 GMT -5
Tribute to the Troops: Shooting Range Danny Mainer/Hughes for his line. Giving tribute to those that put their lives on the line every second of every day can be one of the greatest feel-good experiences of all time and that’s exactly what’s happening here in the Ground Zero base in Iraq. It’s the shooting range of this base where recruits go to brush up their skills for the job at hand and in a suit of beige camo overalls and a beige vest with a helmet and black sunglasses is XI-8000 Danny Mainer cradling a M40A1 sniper rifle in his arms at a little balancing deck, he’s squatted down aiming at the distance as a group of soldiers surround him watching his move. He’s entirely focused and one man who is of particular high status, probably a sergeant is giving him instructions. The Sergeant: Now, when you feel you have the shot, take a deep breath, hold it in... and fire! Got it?Danny smiles as his finger curls around the trigger of this high-powered sniper rifle. He then as if it was something out of a movie smoothly, calmly and in a low-voice quips back. Danny: Got it… Target and neutralize. Roger that.Danny’s smile curls up as he feels confident to take the shot at the target about 30 metres away. He pulls the trigger and the shot rings out as it flies towards the target knocking a tin can off a fence absolutely perfectly, it hits the floor falling off the fence and Danny feels the sense of pride rise through him. The Sergeant: Good work son! Now if it didn’t take you 20 minutes to find the damn target it would’ve been a lot better.Danny: Heh, I’m a rookie. I’ve never held a gun in my life.The Sergeant: I’ll say, you’re as green as a salad!Danny smiles as does the Sergeant and the other soldiers all chuckle. Danny is beaming with happiness and he gets up from the shooting booth. The sergeant hands him a pistol and the sergeant draws his own one. Sergeant: Danny, you fancy a shootin’ contest?Danny: Sure, why not?The scene then cuts on to show various clips of Danny and The Sergeant shooting at the target and being the experienced soldier, the Sergeant wins clear out. It then cuts to a shot of the two of them standing in front of the camera. Danny is smiling and his sunglasses are up, you can see his eyes now which are gleaming. Danny: One thing I’ve loved about this Tribute to the Troops is how well these guys treat us. They come out to the middle of a danger hot-spot, dodge bombs and bullets every single day and put their lives on the line for us on the home front and yet they still treat us like royalty. One thing I know for sure is never try to out-shoot a soldier, he’ll kick your ass. Sergeant Jack Hatton here has been in the service since…?Sergeant: 1993.Danny: Since 1993 and he’s always been at the front lines helping keep the world safe in times of need and for that, just like the rest of the men and women that fight for us we should be thankful that they’re willing to do that. Who knows where we’d be if they weren’t. They’re all such great, loving, caring patriotic people and it’s people like these that makes me proud to be American.Danny puts his arm around the veteran sergeant and smiles at the camera again but the sergeant shakes him off. Sergeant: Don’t touch me.Danny and The Sergeant chuckle at the display of toughness but Danny’s chuckle starts to go a little bit forced. Sergeant: I’ve been doing this work for 15 years now and it’s not getting any easier and it wasn’t easy to start with either. Pro Wrestlers have 16 takes in their scenes, we don’t, we have one take and if that goes awry, BAM. We’re dead. That’s just how it works around here. We have to take opportunities like this to motivate us to continue to fight for everyone back home and you have no idea how good it feels to hold a gun in your hand and storm a base knowing somehow you’re going to stop a man causing harm to us. It’s great knowing how appreciated we are because out in this boiling desert you sometimes forget that fact but with you guys reminding us, it makes our work that much sweeter.Danny can’t help but feel uplifted by this delightful speech and he pats the grizzled sergeant on the back. The scene then cuts back to Danny and the sergeant watching through binoculars as about 8 soldiers all with rifles start laying into a scarecrow style target about 20 metres across. The sound of gunfire is rife and the smoke drifts towards the sky. After a few minutes the gun fire finally stops and as Danny though binoculars observes the damage done to this make-shift target he can’t help but whistle. The soldiers all shamble back towards the sergeant and another figure appears amongst the crowd. Danny: Wow guys, gotta say I’m impressed but personally, I believe our shooters are better.The “another figure” steps out and stands besides Danny revealing himself to be none other then Jonny Hughes who is feeling fairly cocky as is. Hughes: They don’t call me ‘The Shooter’ because I’m a drug addict Mister Mainer. The soldiers all chuckle and Danny laughs too as they all share the warmth of showing honour to those that help them except for Hughes who just stands to the sides with his arms folded not sharing the spirit as we draw fade to black. FADE
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:22:07 GMT -5
“Don't Ask? Don't Tell!” Credit: The Senatorial Stable Meanwhile in the Senatorial Stable trailer ... Aiden Joseph: JAMES! Thunder Train: Hmm? ... OH GOOD GOD! [Dressed in a vintage World War II officer's outfit, Aiden shuffles his way out of the bathroom into the middle of their trailer. Christina Aguilera’s "Candyman” blares in the background and much to the Train’s dismay, he becomes an audience of one.] He had tattoos up and down his arm There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm He’s a one stop shop, makes my panties drop! He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman Aiden *spinning*: YO JOE! He took me to the Spider Club on Hollywood and Vine We drank champagne and we danced all night We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise The gossip will be tomorrow’s headline!
He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop! He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman Aiden *saluting*: Ooh rah! He’s a one stop shop with a real big OHH! He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman Aiden *shuffling right*: Attent HUT! [With the last verse of the song Aiden takes a knee and extends both arms outward, putting an end to his dance number. Panting, he looks up at Train and awaits his review.] Aiden: So do you think they’ll like it? I’ve been practicing all morning! [Scared for life, Train lean forward into his boss’ face and makes his response so clear even a blind man could see through it.] Train: Don’t. You. Ever. Do. That. Again. [As the Fashion Express becomes temporarily “derailed,” from afar the rest of the Stable watches on in complete incredulity at Aiden’s antics.] Freeman: Just LOOK at them. BOTH of them. I'm tired of having them around here, and I'm sick of them thinking they're representing our stable. Hughes: I've had my disagreements with Freeman in the past but I'm on his side here. The 'Fashion Express' are getting on my last nerve. Freeman: Right! And the Fashion Express?! What kind of a name is that, anyways?! Cmon. Look, Senator, I don't wanna seem disrespectful, but I can't believe you let them in. Phillips, who had been listening in(regretably) to the prior shenanagans, responds from his side of the plasma screen, back in the recovery facility. The Senator: My decision to allow them to join was to be disputed and indeed, as long as I am here, it will not be disputed, I simply shall not hear these complaints. On that note, it seems that you two are the ones that are actually causing the problems here--- Hughes and Freeman, enraged, interject togetherHughes: Excuse Me? Freeman: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Senator continues as if he was never interrupted.Senator: ---However, I do suppose this bickering has caused a small positive effect, in that you two at least seem to be on the same page.... But I suggest you stop arguing about this, and if you really have so much of a problem with them, then just defeat them in the tag team tournament. Freeman: Senator, what are you talking about...? neither of us are IN the tournament. And neither of us have partners even if we wanted to. Senator: Of course you do. You are partners with each OTHER. And you ARE in the tournament, I signed both of you up because I thought it would help us collaborate a bit better and promote a spirit of unity. Your issues with each other have been put aside as of late, and I wanted to bury them forever if I could. Freeman: Wait...wait...what? You...you never told us this! Senator: Did I not? Well...I thought that I had, however, the listing of the tournament has been posted up for quite a while now, and you should have seen your names. Hughes: I've not had the chance to check the listings. But it appears as though there's a tournament match tonight... Freeman, go check the card. Freeman: I--- Hughes: Now would be nice. Freeman...eyes wide...turns and bolts out the door...hoping that he won't see what he thinks he may see.Hughes: So there's 8 teams in the tournament. There's only a 25% chance for us to be booked tonight, being told so late doesn't give us much time for training as a team but I think after some intensive training sessions we could win this. And then Freeman's voice comes from outside the door.Freeman: DAMN IT! He quickly sticks his head in the door, looking extremely worried.Freeman: WE'RE ON TONIGHT! Hughes: Tonight? Oh joy of joys... Freeman: ...And we're on NEXT. Hughes: It just keeps getting better And with that, both Hughes and Freeman turn and give a quick glare at the plasma screen, before both bolting out the door, so as not to miss their match. Certainly the two aren't exactly prepared, but Senator can't help but smirk at their departure.Senator: ...Well, at the very least, they ARE unified... And the camera fades out.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:22:44 GMT -5
Segment: The Note (Credit: BK London) The setting: Sandy, humid, absolutely arid terrain. He was nowhere else but Ground Zero in Iraq, but at this moment - there was no other place he'd rather be. ACW has been in talks about going to Iraq for a while, since their first World tour - but negotiations always fell through. This year however, they managed to strike a deal with one of the commanding officers - and BK London was one of the first people to sign up for this trip.
As he treaded out of his trailer, he stepped onto the sandy floor - much different than the tiles of the ACW Arena - or any other arena they have traveled thus far on this World tour. BK London was given news from one of the crew members who also traveled over that Gingerdude recieved a note from him - there was no return address, but it was addressed to BK London at the ACW Arena. However, he managed to have it sent to him from his offices overseas, and he wanted BK London to pick it up.
As he continued down the make shift corridor, he was stopped by that same ACW member with apparently, the letter in hand.Crew Member: Here's the letter Mr. London. BK London: I thought I was supposed to pick it up from Gingerdude's trailer. Crew Member: He has stated uh...he doesn't want to really see you at the moment, and he asked me to deliver it. Doesn't want to see him? BK London can only conclude that he has once again done something to piss the Chairman off, either that or he's having one of his bad days. But he'd take it nonetheless.BK London: Thank you my good man. BK takes the letter and walks back to his trailer, but not before sitting on the steps in front of it and opening the envelope. He wasn't really fond of opening letters with no return address, the possibility of anthrax or all other types of threats were present, but he decided to take the risk. Opening the envelope, he pulls out the letter inside and begins to read it to himself.Dear Old Friend,
It's been a while since we last spoke, and although we weren't on the best of terms then, I know that you've grown to be quite a good human being over the past few years. Myself, I've been just living life - taking things as they come, trying to get back on my feet. I would've surprised you and showed up in person, but rather than fly behind enemy lines - I decided I'll delay my encounter with you. So what do you say the both of us meet up June 5th at the Echo Arena in Austraila? You won't be too busy, right?
Well, I'll end this letter here, see you then.
Signed, Anonymous. June 5th? That's only a week away. He doesn't have a clue currently who the guy is, but he has a date with him a week from now. The possibility of who this character is runs rampant through the mind of BK London, but he quickly remembers he has a match against Jake Cheng later tonight to worry about.
He picks himself up from the steps and heads back in his trailer, possibly to change into his wrestling attire. Something strange is about to head BK London's way, something really strange...
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:23:50 GMT -5
Mind Games Part 1: Don’t Judge Him By His Looks....HE’S TALIBAN! Alternate Title: I LOVE GOOOOLD...text. Credit: Jake Cheng Damn, no one told me it was going to be this hot. I mean, I didn’t think Iraq was a tropical region, but this is nucking futs! But Danny Mainer has the right idea: a cold shower. He walks into the shower room and turns the corner to the shower area and the cameras, thankfully, don’t follow him. Suddenly Mainer’s ring gear is thrown around the corner onto a bench. Water starts to rush from a high powered faucet and Mainer screams at the touch of the cold water to his skin. He curses loudly because there is no one around to hear it.
But there is someone around to hear it. The Asian Extraordinaire, wearing a small backpack, slowly shuts the door and crouches. Jake Cheng creeps quietly across the room, although Mainer will never hear him above the shower. It’s more of a precaution. After a few Army rolls and crawls that he learned from the guys watching the show, Jake makes it too the bench where Mainer has left his ring gear.
He opens the bag and takes the pile of clothes from the backpack and puts it on the bench. He takes Danny Mainer’s ring gear and puts it in his bag. He places the bag back on his pack and prepares to sneak back across the room. But then he remembered, the note. Jake takes a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and put it on the pile of clothes he left for Mainer.
The Chinese Phenom once again rolls and crawls across the room, narrowly missing a metal locker than surely would have given him away. Jake exits the room and shuts the door with perfect timing; Mainer shuts the shower off. The camera follows him as he leaves the room and walks casually down the hall with a back pack on. He sees a man in uniform walking the back hall. Time to put the acting face on: Jake sprints down the hallway in a panic. The officer sees him and turns toward him. Jake looks back behind him for effect and then stops in front of the soldier.
Soldier: Mr. Cheng! What is going on? Jake: *Still Panting* A man back there...looked like...an....Iraqi. Solider: Well, we are in Iraq. Jake: He was wearing a backpack and ran into an unused shower room. He tried to subdue me when I saw him, but I ran. Soldier: Where is he? Jake: The...the third room...on...on the left. The soldier walks away from Jake and pulls out a walkie-talkie. Jake smirks into the camera and walks away as the soldier speaks gibberish and moves quickly toward the shower room. This cannot be good for Danny Mainer
Fade
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:24:16 GMT -5
Segment Name: THIS AINT OVER (Credit: Freeman)
No introductions. Too lazy for that >_>. The camera fades in to show Freeman cutting one of his amazing hallway promos. Why a hallway? It's convenient. Nothing else to worry about except what's being said.
Freeman: So...last weekend at Spring into Hell, I had a match against Jake Steele, a man who I've had a couple of altercations with as of late. And I guess it didn't end up exactly as I planned.
Freeman turns away for a second, and thinks to himself...the dissapointment of the loss which had almost been a victory still remained in his head... he had come so close.
Freeman: After an intense match, I ended up going for the pin, but it was reversed, and Steele managed to pin me down. Of course, he did grab the middle rope, but that seemed to escape the attention of the referee who was officiating the match...and I suppose that that's the end. The ref didn't see it, it didn't happen, so let's all go home happy.
But of course it isn't that easy...
Freeman: Actually...though...I'm not very happy. Because it did happen. And I don't think I'm ready to sit aside and let things end like this. Now, this thing seems to have escalated from pretty much nothing...things picked up pretty quickly, but I guess that you and I, Steele, just don't mesh well together. And I suppose a clash was inevitable as soon as we first saw each other. Don't think that it's over. My goal from here on out, is to finally get revenge on you.
Steele laid the first blows in this battle, and Freeman retaliated. After that, though, Steele had gotten the better of him on two occasions. Steele is definitely on top right now, but Freeman is not giving up until another match is made.
Freeman: Actually, if you look at it...since I beat you in our first match, and you just beat me now...we're kinda even. And I'm always one for a tiebreaker. Steele, how about it? One more time? This time how about we...add some stipulations? Actually, I don't see the point of waiting for a match, when we're both around the arena, and I can take you at any time I want you. Steele, I WILL be getting my revenge on you. I WILL be getting it soon, and I suggest you watch your back, because our battle so far...has been one of cheap shots.
And at that, Freeman turns and walks away from the camera, as it fades.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:25:07 GMT -5
“Winter’s Discontent” Credit: Winter York [The numbers are in and have they ever put a smile on the Chairman’s face. Ginger will indeed be singing all the way to the bank when he cashes the Spring into Hell check and most likely will continue to do so for many weeks to come. Despite some criticisms from the conservative minded fan base, everyone came away entertained and is now excited to venture forth into the Sarin Rossi era. Well, almost everyone.] Last Saturday 8:55 P.M. York Manor, London, England Winter York *on phone*: Yeah, can you believe it? I have a brother! Poor sod didn’t even know Richard was his dad until a few weeks ago. Apparently Father shagged some stewardess like 8 years before I was born. “On the plane? Go Richard!” Winter: I know! Hooray for the mile high club! Anyway, Aiden Joseph is his name and he’s American. Have you ever heard of him? He is kind of famous. “The name sounds vaguely familiar.” Winter: Well he is a sports entertainer slash actor. He’s just breaking into the later; he’ll be huge, trust me. So anyway, Aiden is like totally handsome. He’s a stunning California boy: blue eyes, blond hair and flawless, tanned skin. I guess good looks run in our genes. We should like totally sell our stem cells. Can you even sell stem cells? How about your DNA? “I think it’s illegal or something.” Winter: Well if you can, we’d make perfect clones. Couldn’t you imagine little “me’s” walking about? How adorable! Plus, we’d make a fortune! I mean, who wouldn’t pay to live like we do? “Poor people?” Winter: Well, not everyone in life can be winners, love. So yeah, not only do we have our looks in common, you should see the man party. I had to nudge him a bit, but once I got him going, there was nothing in sight that couldn’t withstand his charm. Even he had me blushing a few times, suffices it to say is very hard to do. Plus, I’ve never seen a man plow through so much snow, it was incredible. Oh wow, you should see him on the tele, he’s going to cut the clothes off that nasty woman! [On the plasma screen hanging from the wall Winter watches on as her half brother cruises toward another successful conquest, or so she thought. With the sudden appearance of 108 pounds of pure death, both their lives are about to change forever.] Winter *screaming*: AIDEN! “What!?” Winter: Oh my God! Some little Japanese school girl just came out and killed him! I gotta go, lover. ~!~CLICK~!~ [With her jaw dropped, Winter painfully watches the final moments of Leather and Lace 3. With each drop of Raymond Allen Fleming’s hand her blood pressure takes a significant jump upwards.] Winter: No. No. No. *Scoff* Who the hell does that woman think she is? [If Sarin could answer Winter’s question, she’d respond by holding up her newly claimed ACW World Title, the sight of which would be significant enough for an answer. Fortunately for Ms. Rossi, she has more pressing matters at the moment such as giving her man a victory kiss.] Winter: Ick. That wench is so deserving of such a filthy man. I’d bet he smells like a jock strap. Perhaps that’s the appeal.[It pains her to no ends to see her brother down on his knees, head placed in his somberly in his hands. The taste of defeat is one he rarely drinks but thanks to Sarin he has just downed its unforgettable bitterness once again. The stench of tonight’s loss is one he’ll never be able to ignore and in turn, neither will his half sister.] Winter: My poor brother. Don’t worry, I’ll cheer you up.[Winter’s fingers fold themselves over a phone placed atop her nightstand. With the touch of just one of the numbers residing on its underside, Winter is instantly connected to the York’s faithful servant of almost three decades, Albert Gainsworth.] Albert Gainsworth *on phone*: How may I be of service Miss Winter? Winter: Good evening Albert. I’d like to get a flight booked for California. Albert: Gladly. [FADE]
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:25:36 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 11: An Evening With Diablo
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After suffering from Jon Taylors end of match assault, Jessie Young has been stationed at a local hospital suffering from severe bruising and swelling of the throat glands. The walls and curtains, uniforms and floors, everything is white; the colour of cleanliness and purity; a complete polar opposite to the colour of Jon Taylor’s heart. A cold, black void filled with spite and anger, egotism and self glorification. Not an ounce of compassion in the lining of his veins.
Scott thinks about what Taylor did to Jessie 24/7. It remains in his mind, lurking and pulling at his strings. The Scarlet Assassin is really in no condition to be put under anymore stress, and Taylor knew this. Scott’s win was a nice bonus, but what he really wanted was to tie him up to a post and beat him till his eyes bled the blackest blood. The brightness of the hospital only acted as a temporary block for those memories, for nothing is more important to Scott than Jessie.
She lies still in her hospital bed, eyes closed, attached to a bunch of medical machines by a needle. Scott brushes his finger across her soft face and speaks calmly to his love.
Scott: Don’t worry, Jessie. Taylor is going to pay for what he did to you; choking you like that. He knew exactly what he was doing. I’m gonna find him and make him suffer.
Jessie’s lack of motion and visual consciousness worries Scott as he stops for a moment and realises the true reality of the situation.
Scott: God...Jessie I should have never let you get involved in that match. It wasn’t your place. My pride got in the way, and my anger. This is really taking its toll on me, Jessie.
Jessie begins to move and slowly opens her eyes.
Scott: You’re awake? How are you feeling?
Jessie motions to her throat.
Scott: You can’t talk...right. Just rest ok, hun? I don’t have a match tonight so I’m going to be able to spend all night here with you and look after you ok?
Jessie smiles as best she can. Scott can’t help but smile back.
Scott: I know this is going to sound crazy, but I’ve been booked for the King of Deathmatch Tournament.
Jessie’s eyes fill with worry.
Scott: But it’ll be ok, I promise. I know what I’m doing. I’m taking on BK London in the first round, but I have a few tactics up my sleeve on how I’m going to take him out. We’re having a Falls Count Anywhere Match, so I’m going to use my surroundings to my advantage. I’m always thinking of how to be opportunistic!
Jessie smiles and rolls her eyes playfully.
Scott: You get some rest now, hun. I’m gonna go get some dinner for myself, and the nurse should be in shortly with yours. Hope you’re hungry; it’s peas, potatoes, and sausages, yum yum!
Jessie does not sound too impressed on the less than quality dinner she will be receiving.
Scott: Hey, it’s better than bread and water though right? Ok, I’ll leave you to it. But I’ll be back soon, so don’t go anywhere!
Jessie looks at him and gives him the old “har har” look before he exits the ward and makes his way to the cafeteria.
Fade Out.
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