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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:41:31 GMT -5
Segment: Getting up to date with Mr. London (Credit: BK London)
While the members of the audience cannot currently see this interview, due to serious lack of an Alphatron, the fans at home are treated to this exclusive interview with BK London. Charlotte King stands in front of one of the rather large tanks, and while it may be nearly 90 degrees outside - the female correspondant is looking absolutely hot in her forest green dress.
BK London stands beside her, and as the wind blows Charlotte's hair in his direction - the interview gets on its way.
Charlotte King: Charlotte King here, standing by with the man who absolutely needs no introduction, BK London. BK, how do you feel about going out there and wrestling in the middle of that ring, wrestling in front of 300-400 soldiers in the audience?
BK London: It's one of the greatest feelings in the world Charlotte. While I do not necessarily support the war - I support the troops out here stationed in Iraq who are trying to bring peace in the middle east. It takes a lot to be out here, being away from your family and friends for so long, and just to wrestle before these brave men and women means more to me than winning the ACW Heavyweight Championship.
Charlotte King: Nicely put, and your good mood must also be attributed by that win over Adrian Flamingo last Saturday at Spring into Hell. It looked as if you were completely out of it for a second? How did you manage to do the - well the damn near impossible - and win that match?
BK London: I wish I could tell you how I managed to win that match, because I really thought it was over for me for a second too. As I flew nearly 20 feet off that top turnbuckle through that table, I saw my entire career flash before my eyes - and then for a second everything went black. I didn't remember being put on the ambulance, I didn't remember being rolled back down to the ring, but that chain around the neck managed to wake me up. It must've been quick thinking or strategy to do what I did in those final moments of that match, and while the ending of the match wasn't exactly who I pictured winning, I'll take it. I beat Adrian Flamingo last Saturday, and the way I see it, I got the last laugh in this battle.
Charlotte King: So, you really think your feud with Flamingo is over?
BK London: I'd really like to believe so, but if Flamingo takes it upon himself to go for a rubber match - I'd be more than willing to take him on.
Charlotte King: Sounds like a classic Omega Effect IV match in the making.
BK London: Could be Charlotte, could be.
Charlotte King: I wouldn't bet against it, now tonight, you go up against Jake Cheng - someone who you are no stranger with in the ring, any strategy going into this match tonight?
BK London: Strategy? The way I see it, I beat Jake using pretty much the same strategy about 200-300 times, so why try to re-invent the wheel? You know what I'm saying? I'm going to go out there, and do what I do best, and that's put on a damn good show.
And with that, BK London walks off camera and the breeze continues to blow Charlotte's hair as she smiles while looking at BK London walking towards his trailer, and the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:43:11 GMT -5
Match 4: BK London vs. Jake Cheng (Credit: Mainer)
There’s a silence… when suddenly "Hello Brooklyn" by Jay-Z bursts into life and the crowd breaks into a frenzy of cheers for the veteran BK London. BK piles out onto the stage with a huge smile on his face. He surveys the crowd, looking left and right while absorbing the huge ovation and begins his way down the ramp towards the ring. Upon hitting the end of the ramp, he stops one more time to look at the soldiers closer to the ring before quickly running and sliding into the ring. Upon entering the ring, he makes his way over to the corner and ascends to the middle turnbuckle, hitting one of his signature poses. He then hops down and stares across the ring at his opponent, awaiting the bell to sound.
Jones: Introducing first… from Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 243 pounds… BEE KAY LOOOOONDOOOOOOON!
The soldiers pop for this and he climbs down.
McNally: Tonight can only be described as “A Battle for the Ages”, BK London will be facing his former tag team partner to determine who truly is the best at what he does and that is fight.
Edison: Of course, these two are the finest and their tag team days are well known but people will always want to know who is the better partner and they fought before… they’re fighting again. Who will come out the better partner?
But that’s when Second to None by Styles of Beyond hits and out of the curtain swaggers Jake Cheng who’s on a high after a successful night of getting one over Danny Mainer. He’s got a huge grin on his face and naturally that’s going to add to his confidence levels which if you hadn’t noticed, were already on high.
Jones: And from Hong Kong, China, weighing in at 215 pounds… JAAAAAAKEEEE CHEEEENG!
Jake sprints down to the ring as BK puts on a low-guard ready to start to dish out a beating. Jake slides into the ring and immediately as the bell rings. Jake and BK lunge forward and the action explodes as does the volume of the audience. The two let the fury out and they start to flail at each other with fists locking up in the centre forsaking technical abilities. As the two start to slam shots to each others faces BK decides to draw the gun early and throws a MASSIVE boot to the chest. Jake leaps backwards at high-speed landing in the corner.
McNally: WOAHO! This match is absolutely incredible right from the get-go! Here’s to a great match!
Edison: I’ll say!
No sooner has Jake landed in the corner BK is already on the march but the bell rings as a fist flies into the back of Jake’s head sharply. He stumbles out of the corner and BK is struck with shock, rage and confusion as Danny Mainer is attacking his opponent for tonight, which he was set on making an example out of. As BK spreads his arms to shout “What the fuck?!” as an evil, manic glint spreads into Danny’s eyes.
McNally: What the Heck? Why is Danny out here! And an even bigger question is, how did he get his gear back and how’d he get out of a Military Prison?
Edison: He probably went on Wikihow. There’s all sorts of crazy guides on there.
Danny ascends the turnbuckle slowly as Jake slowly turns around. BK goes to intervene but he’s grabbed by the shoulders and twisted around. He receives a knee straight to the stomach from Adrian Flamingo. Maybe the arrival of these two was worked out on an agreement, maybe it’s just coincidence. Regardless, Jake has the win here VIA disqualification but after Flamingo’s interference it’ll probably go down in the books as a No-Contest. Flamingo then hooks BK for a Ghostbuster and Danny hits a Bladers Sunrise. Jake and BK, Top Draw are laid out on the mat.
McNally: Flamingo is here too? Man! That must be how Danny escaped!
Edison: Or not, I still think it was Wikihow.
The duo of Adrian Flamingo and Danny Mainer start to grounded stomp their respective rivals with repeated boots to the chest but suddenly their attention is recasted to the stageway as “Gingers theme” hits and out comes a red-faced and absolutely livid Chairman Gingerdude. He can’t be more angry at the situation right now and as he walks out in a fine beige suit making him look like an army general with a microphone pressed to his lips he practically screams at the men in the ring.
Gingerdude: RIGHT! That is ENOUGH of this crap! ADRIAN. DANNY. This is not an episode of Jeremy bloody Kyle!!! This is the one show of the year where we show care and consideration for other people and you two ruin it by screwing up a perfectly good contest for your own selfish wants!!! I have half a mind to sack you both on the spot!!!
Edison: Woahoho! Gingerdude is PISSED!
McNally: Boy I’ll say! And he has every right to be! This was the show for the troops! The show of good will and to have that wrecked at the hands of two superstars under his employment isn’t going to sit well as you can clearly see.
The crowd gives mixed reactions to the prospect of Danny Mainer and Adrian Flamingo getting the can but they remained steel-faced as they stand near the ropes looking at the infuriated chairman not opening their mouths at the risk of getting fired.
Gingerdude: Now I don’t know if you two are in some sort of twisted union or if your appearances are entirely coincidental and to be quite honest with both of you gentlemen I DON’T REALLY CARE!!! All I know is that you two have ruined a perfectly good contest and by doing so you have deserved to be sanctioned!!! You want to fight them so much? FINE. You’ve got it! If you two are a team then that’ll be the power to you, if you’re not, well you’re going to have to learn how to work together aren’t you? Why? Because TONIGHT, RIGHT NOW. You two will be facing TOP. DRAW. In a tag team match! Ring the damn bell. BEGIN!!!!
The two guys standing shrug and exchange casual glances before looking back at the angry man on stage who’s face is just as red as his hair.
McNally: WOAH! Gingerdude had the ace up his sleeve there! There’s going to be a Top Draw reunion for one night only!
Edison: You betcha! This’ll be an awesome contest! Will Top Draw be able to work together though?
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:43:28 GMT -5
No sooner have the two finished talking the bell rings and in the confusion, BK & JC have gotten up and are working in unison already. BK grabs Adrian by his legs and lifts him up dumping him headfirst over the top-rope where as Jake throws a fore-arm into the back of his head. Adrian lands on his ass outside the ring right on the tailbone. He lets out a yell as he falls on his ass and Jake secures a hold of Danny, he then hooks a Back Suplex and walks backwards into the centre of the ring and drops him onto his spine. BK watches as the former tag partner takes advantage. Jake now up from the back Suplex turns to stamp on Danny but BK stops him and directs his attention to the referee RAF who is giving them a time-scale to pick a legal man. The two in a willingness to start the match breaks the early unison again and they start to argue.
BK: I’ve beaten him once!
Jake: So have I!
BK: At least I didn’t cheat!
Jake: Yeah but mine was on pay-per-view!
BK: I was in a Russian Chain match! Does that NOT count for something?
Jake: Yeah! Against you because you’ll be warn-out and beaten up from it!
Suddenly, there’s finally intervention from the balls to the wall, no nonsense referee and he barks out finally shutting the arguing team up.
RAF: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST CHOOSE BEFORE I LOSE MY MIIIIIIIND!
Jake: Umm… you go first.
BK: Sure. Why not?
Jake takes a step back and heads over to the ropes while BK looks to bring the pain but Danny is already up to his senses while Flamingo is trying to drag his sore ass to the ropes. Danny falls forward bent over, he puts his hand out to balance himself before seeing BK come at him. BK runs at Danny looking for a jump-start attack but Danny leaps up with a Dropkick. It connects and BK hits the mat. The crowd applaud as The State of the Art drops BK and rolls to his feet. He then rolls up to his feet and goes to grab BK who is quickly getting up to his feet. Walking from a side-on perspective Danny pushes BK towards the ropes before kneeing him in the stomach dropping him to the bottom rope.
McNally: OOH! Nice knee to the gut, Danny taking advantage of the argument between the former Top Draw!
Edison: I know! Such brute force!
Danny starts to lay in stamps to the former world champion crushing his stomach. Danny then grabs BK by his head and drags him off the floor before carting him to the centre of the ring. He then hooks BK up for a snap Vertical Suplex dropping him back first onto the mat to a cheer from the troops. He then gets up and grabs BK by his head. He drags him to his feet, BK drops to his knee as Danny tries to lift him but he holds him up and drags him to a standing position. He then throws a boot to the gut hunching him over. Danny then runs to the side as if for a scissors kick, he sprints back and bounces off the ropes and then thunders forward delivering a crushing Corkscrew Neckbreaker. Danny then rolls around and covers BK for an early pin.
1.
2.
Kickout!
Edison: Wow! What a shot! Narrow kick out early on the match!
McNally: I know. That would’ve been disastrous for BK to go down in so few moves..
Danny not wasting any time quickly slams a knee into BK’s head as he starts to move to his feet. He then grabs BK by his wrist and drags him towards the corner where finally Flamingo is back to base. Danny lifts up BK to his feet watches as he stumbles groggily. He then tags in Adrian and he climbs in through the second rope. The two then team-up and lift the bigger man BK London into a Double Flapjack into the turnbuckle. BK clutches his jaw as he lands awkwardly face-first on the corner padding. BK yells as he falls backwards to a seated position facing the corner.
Edison: OOOH! That’s nasty!
McNally: Double Flapjack right to the thinly padded steel ring! Hurtin’ for certain!
Danny rolls out under the bottom rope as Adrian starts to turn BK so his back is in the corner. Danny with his arms between the middle and bottom rope also helps Adrian perform this great task and a few seconds later BK is now sat in the corner. Adrian then walks to the other side ring preparing for the first signature of the night. To add to this great display of mockery at a behaviour disorder Danny grabs both of BK’s arms and snaps in a turnbuckle variant of a Bow and Arrow lock holding him in place, he then lifts his body up wrapping his legs around the ring-post. Adrian then capitalizes before sprinting forward slamming a ruthless ADH-Knee into the mouth. BK has nowhere to go and it hits DEAD-ON!
McNally: WOW! What a great degree of creativity from The State of the Art! That really enforced the ADH-Knee and made sure the knee was solid! Adrian got full speed on that!
Edison: You bet! BK probably lost a few teeth from that jarring, horrific impact!
Adrian pulls BK up out of the corner and hits a decisive snap Suplex slamming him to the floor. He then drags him up to his feet yet again and eye-pokes BK. The crowd boo the heel tactic and he then turns around and runs before rebound off the ropes with a picturesque head-scissor takedown. BK however when flung rolls up to his feet quickly and runs straight back towards Flamingo who is making it to his feet by himself. BK runs in with a quick kick to the gut which sends Flamingo hunched over. He then slips behind the no-longer astonishing one and hits a German Suplex driving him neck first into the mat.
Edison: BK is back on the riseup and he absolutely nailed that ‘plex!
McNally: That’s a truth and a half!
BK is straight on the offence again. He’s up and ready to attack and as Adrian garners his senses he walks right around into a Knife Edge Chop from Mr. Omega Effect. Adrian winces as a patch of his chest goes a tone pinker. There’s then yet another chop as he starts to get backed into a corner followed by another and another. Backed now into Jake’s corner. He doesn’t tag in Jake however he just starts to wail on him with more and more chops until finally he slumps down to the corner. Suddenly he then turns and runs and bounces off the ropes before flashing back at the speed of light for a 500% brutal face-wash! Adrian slumps as BK’s mouth wraps around the top-rope. Not one to decline having a job done for him, Jake doesn’t tag himself in at all. BK then drags Adrian out of the corner and hooks both legs for an early pinfall.
McNally: Here we go! This could be it!
One!
Two!
Thre-NO!
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:43:39 GMT -5
BK wasting little time in front of the troops decides to quickly drag his opponent Adrian up to his feet by yanking him up by his hair. He then twists and suddenly… WHAM! Discuss Clothesline and Adrian receives an arm to the head. Adrian heads down and he now is feeling the effects of a BK London beat-down, something he’s felt many times in the past. He again goes to grab him and pull him off the floor but Adrian, God bless him and his quick thinking lunges up and hits another eye-poke before hooking a Delayed Vertical Suplex, after a few moments of stalling he drops him on his back and covers. Edison: Another cover!McNally: Will this be all she wrote?One! Two! Thr-no! Adrian, feeling the effects of being dropped about 5 feet onto his tail-bone coming into play again decides the best move would be to tag in Danny. He turns and does a leaping tag connecting to Danny. Danny storms in and the crowd pops but BK is already tagging Jake in. Jake runs in but Danny is quicker. Danny is now absolutely Hell-bent on revenge for the robes prank and Jake can barely get out of the corner before Danny lets loose a series of knees to the gut smushing him in to the corner like an insect. Danny hits repeated strikes to the upper back before throwing a quick knee to the head. He then grabs Jake and pulls him out of the corner by his arm helping him to stand up straight before dropping him with a Jumping Back Kick connecting to the stomach. Edison: OH NOES! Here goes McNally! The State of the Art may be about to end this match right here!McNally: We’ll see!Danny prepares to make the flip but Jake counters by pulling out and slamming a fist into his stomach, he then hits a quick Spinning Wheel Kick connecting right to the head of The King. Danny goes down and Jake feels happy but he needs to capitalize so he pulls Danny up and starts by laying into him kicking him in the stomach and then running backwards, bouncing off the ropes with a running knee lift. Danny stands up straight clutching his nose before falling backwards landing on his ass awkwardly. Jake then starts to lay in with stamps to the chest and head area of the State of the Art. Danny gets the full brunt of the booting and can he heard spluttering and suffering, the crowd not enjoying this one bit! McNally: Jake here is laying into the poor soul with rapid boots to the chest!
Edison: Yeah and Danny isn’t doing nothing about it, what does that say about the dictation of this match?
McNally: It shows that he’s getting an ass-whipping!
Edison: Bingo!
Jake lifts Danny off the ground and hooks him straight into a vicious The Guillotine, a move Danny suffered less then a week ago at Spring into Hell. Danny groans as the elbow plunges into his throat. He splutters and coughs as BK seems happy watching Jake and Danny compete. Jake then grabs Danny by his arm and pulls him towards BK’s corner. He tags BK and BK rolls into the ring. BK takes Danny to the centre of the ring and hits an Inverted Atomic Drop/Manhattan Drop putting Danny balls-first onto BK’s knees. Danny hops on the spot feeling the pain and then BK for some reason gets on all fours. Jake stares at the sight quizzically before BK barks “COME ON!” at Jake, Jake finally realizing what it means bounces off the ropes before leaping off of BK’s back to connect with…
~!~WHAM!~!~
McNally: OH IT’S EVIDENT, IT’S DAMN EVIDENT! Danny just got laid out!
Edison: You bet! We haven’t seen that move in YEARS!
It’s Evident, It’s Damn Evident! connects. BK now the legal man, Jake goes back onto the ring apron but BK and Jake just for one more time decides to lay the smackdown just one more time with his old partner. BK tags Jake and Danny who is on all fours still recovering from the last move has no idea what is about to become of him. Is Danny smaller then Jake? Check. So the move may commence. Jake places Danny between his legs in Piledriver position and BK stands near this watching over it. Jake hoists up Danny on his shoulders before dropping him down while BK leaps up for a Lungblower connecting with a move that all of the soldiers in the audience can relate to… and also the audience at home that are living just like this move…
IN AMERICA!
Danny is completely out of it and as Jake is now the legal man. Jake feeling a sense of adrenaline from the revisiting of all the old team moves just done feels cocky to try something different. Jake grabs Danny and takes him towards Adrian Flamingo’s corner. He pushes him back into the corner and then runs back to BK’s corner, he bounces out and flies towards Mainer again at full impact before leaping up with a HUGE Stinger Splash! Mainer is obliterated by it!
McNally: What great height! He got all of it, Jake, love him or hate him, which’ll most likely be the latter is on fire!
Edison: I hear that! This is the beginning of the end I think!
Mainer stumbles out of the corner and falls to his knees feeling completely defeated. Mainer rolls forward and Jake stands with his back to Flamingo, a gesture that will prove instrumental to the rest of this match. Danny falls on his face and slowly shovels around to face Cheng. Feeling groggy, he makes his best effort to get up. He finally pushes himself up to a kneeling position and Cheng looks to hit the Second Heartbeat! But wait no somethings grabbed a hold of his shoulders. Jake is span around and he’s the victim of a straight spike boot to the stomach followed by an immediate 1979 FLAMINGO SPECIAL!
Edison: Woah! Adrian isn’t legal!!!
McNally: You’re damn right about that! What on earth is he doing?
Adrian goes for the pin and RAF slams straight down to cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jones: Here is your winner… The team of Danny Mainer and ADRIAAAAAAAN FLAMIIIIIIIINGOOOOOOO!!!!!
McNally: Well I’ll be! What the Heck just happened there!
Edison: Adrian must have tagged himself in during that Stinger Splash and we all must have missed it!
McNally: That sneaky genius! He must’ve known Cheng was going for The Second Heartbeat!
BK is on the ring-apron looking disappointed as Adrian smiles manicly at a nearby camera, In Heaven by The Pixies hits and he slides out under the bottom rope. BK just observes the scene while Adrian leaves feeling shocked as to what just happened.
McNally: Well Adrian didn’t help Danny up so I assume they’re not going to be on a team! They’re two different people anyways, Adrian is well… evil and Danny is well… not.
Edison: You’ve got a point there, BK just doesn’t know what to think!
FADE
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:44:03 GMT -5
Segment: Winter – Part 1 (Credit: Nicky D)
“I should know who I am by now I walk, the record stands somehow” - “Winter” by Joshua Radin
The bell rings. It’s lunchtime. A 7th Grader of Average Height walks out of Room Number 14, along with the rest of his classmates. He wasn’t dressed like his classmates. His hair was longer, his clothes were very different, and he kept to himself. It seems no one wanted to talk to him much. It’s been like this all through-out 7th grade with him. In previous years he’d have many friends, he was outgoing, talkative. Now, he’s grown up. There’s no use for that. Chances are he might not even see more than half of his classmates ever again. He wouldn’t get close to them only to never see him or her again. He was close to his brother, though. It sucks that he wasn’t with him anymore. No, the older brother was a sophomore in High School. By the time his younger brother got to High School, his older brother would be a Senior. They wouldn’t see much of another.
? ? ?: Hey Nick! Wait up!
He stops and turns. A pretty young Japanese girl, glimmering raven-black hair flowing elegantly behind her, skin a radiant white, like the color of odd pearls, hurries toward him. He sighs. He could turn and walk away right now, but that would be rude. This girl always pursued him, as much as he tried to avoid her. What did she see in him?
Nick: What do you want now, Emiko?
Emiko: Just wanna talk, Nicky. How are things?
Nick: Don’t call me, Nicky. And if you have to know, things are the same.
Emiko: Oh, ok. ..Well, I guess I’ll talk to ya later, then?
Nick: If you find me, then maybe. If you don’t approach me, I doubt it.
With that, Nick quickly makes his way to the cafeteria where he would sit far away from his classmates at the corner of the 7th grade lunch table. That was his spot. No one ever sat there. No one ever sat beside it or in front of it. It was Nick’s corner.
He was at the lunch line now. There was nothing he’d like to eat. Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches. Pasta. Milk. Bread. Juice. It’s always the same thing. He grabbed a Ham Sandwich and a small juice. He pays the lunch cashier and slowly makes his way to his corner of the table. He grabs the sandwich and brings it up to his mouth for a bite, but a fellow classmate of his comes walking by and smacks the ham sandwich out of his hands and down onto the tray.
Classmate: Hey, pussy.
Nick: ( whispers ) Just fuck off..
The classmate leaves to join his friends. They all begin to laugh. Nick used to be their friends, actually. But ever since he’s changed, they’ve treated him like crap. They were never like this before. But he didn’t care anymore. Soon, he’d be done with school and he might never see any of their faces, again. They were so fake. That’s part of the reason Nick stopped talking to them. One minute they were his friends, the next minute they would talk about him behind his back, especially to the girls he had minor crushes on. It made him so angry. But he wouldn’t stoop down to their level and retaliate. He believed in karma. He was so mature for his age. Maybe that’s what was wrong with him. He was too mature. He needed to lighten up a bit. He was a completely different person at home. He was around people he actually liked.
Nick doesn’t bother to eat what he thought was a contaminated ham sandwich. It had been touched by the hands of an idiot, rendering it contaminated. He opens the small apple juice and drinks half of it with one gulp. He lets out a nice cool sigh and throws away the ham sandwich. He drinks what’s left of his juice and throws it into the garbage can as well. He rests his head on the palm of his right hand. He hated lunchtime. There was nothing much to do. He doesn’t even eat the lunch half of the time. Now what would he do for 25 more minutes? Nothing. He’d just wait and wait for what seemed like an eternity. The sooner that lunch bell rang, the sooner he’d make it back to the classroom. He actually loved to learn. And when the teacher wasn’t teaching, he’d draw. But after lunchtime, came recess. He never played any games even though he was very athletic. He just wouldn’t bother wasting his time with his classmates. He disliked them, strongly. So after lunch, came 15 minutes of pointless recess. If it was up to Nick, there’d be no recess.
He turns around to see what his classmates are up to. There’s nothing more to do. The popular boys of the classroom, also know to Nick as the assholes, where messing around with their food. They’d fling it to the nearby less popular students. They’d also hit them with spitballs. Nick shook his head in disappointment. He wouldn’t stoop down to the bully’s levels, but he’d wish the less popular kids did. He’d love to see the ‘assholes’ get what’s coming to them. Nick then looked over to the girls. They were probably talking about the boys. The most popular girl was Emiko. They often asked her what she saw in Nick. The rest of the popular girls didn’t like him. But she saw something in him. He just wished she’d leave him alone.
The bell rings.
Finally. He’s free from the boredom. But now, another 15 minutes of boredom. But at least it’d be different. He’d be outside. He loved being outside. He loves the wind blowing softly against him. They’re outside now. He’s sitting on a bench far away from the rest of the classmates. The teacher supervised them. She didn’t like sitting outside watching little kids run out for 15 minutes when she could be teaching. Nick closed his eyes. He didn’t fall asleep, though. When he opened his eyes, recess was over. He hopped off the bench and made his way back inside the school with the rest of the classroom. Back to the classroom, Nick. You’ll learn many things, without the need of…friends.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:44:30 GMT -5
The Return Of Hatred and Anger... the return of none other then... Danny Mainer & James Murphy The crowd is electric out in Iraq as the 400 strong soldiers that fight against terrorism and to keep control and stabilize a country are being treated with a reward for their valiant efforts by being treated to an Alpha Championship Wrestling show but some people would say what they’re about to be treated to is a… sign of disrespect. The crowd are rabid for more action from the offices of Chairman Gingerdude. The ring is empty, the commentators are happy and the crowd are happy. McNally: Well, this is a great show! With a HUGE chockerblock card planned and lots of other great things planned this show is absolutely jumpin’ and pumpin’ and the valiant defenders of our freedom just can’t get enough!Edison: Well you’re right! This show is the greatest and well I think it’s an honour to treat these guys to the show of a life-time.Suddenly, an unfamiliar theme song hits as a synthesizer plays across in the background as the lyrics of Till Lindemann kick in and the US soldiers are not quite sure what to expect. We’re all living in Amerika…
Amerika…
Ist wunderbar!
We’re all living in Amerika...
Amerikaaaa!
AMERIKAAAAA! The music kicks in of Amerika by Rammstein and the lyrics carry on as out onto the ramp walks a big muscular man with long black hair and a tight leather battle suit. He has concentrated evil on his face and you can tell by the sadistic grin on his face that he’s happy to be here. Yes, this is Ross Lambert. Some of the die-hard ACW fans start to boo this unpatriotic sociopath. Edison: Oh dear God, talk about the killjoy. Here comes quite possibly the most hated man in all of the world…McNally: Well, the government hasn’t treated him fairly in his eyes, he feels he’s been beaten into the ground and treated like crap for his hard work but his methods were too violent and he has too hot a temper. He would’ve made the most amazing marine but he took a different option and now he’s got problems.Ross walks up the ring-steps and climbs into the ring through the middle ropes already holding a microphone, he stops and takes a deep breath as the disappointment rings throughout the audience. “USA” chants break out everywhere and the smirk is wiped clean off of Lamberts face. You can tell he’s gone from cocky to angry in a matter of seconds. Ross: SHUT UP YOU FUCKING SHEEP!The masses in turn only turn up the volume to rile the self-proclaimed America’s Last Hero. He beats his chest and decides just to talk over them instead. Ross: You all sit there PROUD of the fact that our once prosperous, respected, FEARED great nation is now the laughing stock of the world! Every single one of you is a bunch of twisted killers killing a bunch of defenceless lizards in a god-forsaken Hellhole! When I stand tall over America and cast each and everyone of you into the fiery pit of Hell you will realize your sins and how fucking with smaller, less-powerful nations was “America’s Playtime”, well guess fucking what! Playtime is over, America is a shit-hole now! We need to regress to the time when we were powerful… to when our flag actually MEANT something! Now look at us, we’re a bunch of fat, illiterate assholes! Does that not make your angry? Mocking our alleged stupidity is apparently a global past-time now! A TRUE patriot would be sick at what at we have become and look to turn back but NO, every single one of you out there, man, woman or both. YOU. MAKE. ME. PUKE. And to me it is perfectly clear that the source of our poor image around the world is because of people like YOU, the United States Army. I want to CHANGE this.Edison: Talk about a grade-A, unappreciative jackass. Who does he think he is?McNally: He thinks he is greater then God and agree with him or not. This man doesn’t have the right methods, he is the Malcolm X of changing America, he uses brute force and does whatever it takes. He sent a hitman after Renix Williams, he has allegedly killed people, he’s looted, stabbed and robbed from anything that stood in his way and he does not care. He’s a MONSTER and if you believe he’s right or wrong, he’s going the wrong way about it. Fear is NOT a safe ladder.The crowd could not be anymore loud and some of them have half a mind to draw a gun on Ross Lambert and shoot him until he can’t breath, never mind continue his unpatriotic rantings. Traitor chants break out all over the show and Ross is only more riled up by this reaction. Ross: Y’know, you can hate me but I’m not an Iraqi sympathizer or any of those other countries that we have routinely bullied in the last millennia for not sending us Christmas cards. NO. I’m Pro-America, but the America of old, when it really was the land of the free. It makes my so angry to see that our “Freedom” comes at the cost of someone elses. We’re not free, look at you all, stuck out here in the middle of a boiling cesspit in hot camouflage devoid of all female contact. Well I think enough is enough and it’s TIME for change. What we need to do is get on the plane, fly back to the United States and tell the senate, the president, Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, John McCain, George Bush, whoever. We tell them all to ram it up their asses and tell them to realize that if you feed a man that hates you a bait saying that you’re not going to eat another piece of chicken then that man will try and force you to eat some, this is EXACTLY what this war against terror is doing an-The crowd suddenly start cheering and Ross has absolutely no idea why, but he decides to take this as the soldiers seeing sense. Edison: UH OH! Ross… be quiet and turn your ass around… now.Ross: I SEE that my words have won you over! Now, let us rejoice in this grand moment, the president may not listen to me but they WILL listen to all of us! This is what we need to change America… for GOOD!McNally: Ross… I know you don’t like this country very much and prefer to turn back to the ways of old… but if you want to continue being like that I suggest you run… now.Ross drops the microphone realizing that his work here is done but as he turns around he walks right into a Heavy Right Handed Punch to the head followed by another pushing him back towards the corner. Ross is getting fists slammed into his face by this smaller man and he can barely focus as the flurry takes him right off of his guard. He lands back first in the corner as the attacks of James Murphy are too quick for him to attempt to block. James springs towards the opposite corner before flying forward at a feet on fire kind of speed before leaping out with his right boot extended slamming into Ross’s face with whiplash causing punishment. McNally: Holy Cow! What a boot! Ross is getting wailed on by this newcomer. Although he’s not American, so that makes it conspicuous as to why he came out here in the first place! Regardless, the fans are eating it up!Edison: Well looking back at their old company they were in, GWF. I’m pretty sure that this is completely the result of an altercation that they’ve had in the past and now that he’s out here ranting and running his mouth he saw opportunity!Ross has been totally screwed up in the head by this boot and as James walks backwards allowing the big man to stumble out of the corner he slips behind him waiting ‘til he’s closer to the centre of the ring. Ross now having fully focused again is confused to the whereabouts of the rookie fighter but not when James hits him with The Test Match. Ross screams out and so does the audience for this manic son of a whore getting his ass beat. Edison: OW! Those knees right into the spine! That must be horrible.McNally: I think it might be about time to wrap things up here ladies and gentlemen….James lets Ross fall off him after planting two knees to the spine. Ross lies on his front and James goes by his feet as Ross slowly starts to shuffle up. Ross curls up into a ball leaning on his knees and his head with one hand rubbing his back. Quickly looking for redemption he pushes up onto one knee with one palm planted on the floor still feeling the daze from The Decapitator and The Test Match. He removes the hand from his spine to rub the hair out of his face as James squats down just waiting for Mr. Lambert to turn around. Finally standing up straight he turns around right into a boot to the stomach. Edison: OH NO! LOOK OUT!McNally: He put away Alex Trixer with absolute ease and now he’s about to put away Ross! But can he lift him? He weighs a tonne!Despite McNally’s word, he does exactly that, James hooks the Wrist Clutch and he throws the huge man over his head slamming him onto his neck for The Gunnerdrop! Ross lands awkwardly bouncing slightly as he hits the mat. James gets up feeling triumphant for being able to hit that devastating move. He gets up looking at Ross who’s now motionless in the ring. James lets out a smile and raises both arms as the fans cheer him. James looks around for the microphone that Ross dropped and he picks it up raising it to his lips preparing for a speech to the unconscious hatred fuelled monster. James: Listen Ross. We have some unfinished business and you damn well know it… I wasn’t aware that you were on this tour but let me tell you this. You cost me the GWF Undisputed Title all that time ago and before I can start to make any progress here with ACW, I have to tie up ALL the loose ends and put them away for good. This is a fresh start for me, and I WON'T have anyone from my past around, so Ross. Take a hint and stay the hell away from ACWMcNally: Wow! Strong words by this English newcomer, I’m absolutely certain that Ross will have something to say about this though.Edison: I agree 100%, Ross is not the man that takes a beating and doesn’t fire something back. Everything is ammunition to him and he has a legendary itchy trigger finger.Ocean Planet by Gojira blares out through the speakers as James drops the microphone and he heads for the ring-ropes, he starts to pad up the entrance ramp as Ross still lies motionless. The crowd cheer and applaud the newcomer as the audio starts to die and we draw right into a… FADE
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:44:56 GMT -5
Segment: Dark Side of the Moon (Credit: FSX)
There is no proper escape from a war zone, especially if you have only been sent there in order to do battle. It is expected that you are well trained upon your arrival, and prepared to deal with any obstacle that might just present itself to you on your journey. As long as you happen to have a trick up your sleeve, and the right individuals happen to be training you for your battle, you should manage to survive unharmed. There is a sort of relief when you come to the realization that your entering a battle that has no way of taking your life as well, given that it adds a calm sense of security to the war. But it is a well known fact that you will fight much harder if your under the impression that it's a battle for your life, and that should be your thought all along. Still, it's probably a good idea to separate the truth that is war from the lies that are your mindset, as it's quite easy to go too far in order to achieve total victory if your not keeping a relatively clear head. Just ask Fallen Souls, as for the past few months his mind has been more cluttered then anything in this world. Desire to win battles he wasn't even in, and placing himself in situations that others would call idiotic just to further his fight. It was all so foolish...but now he was thinking clear! Well, as clear as he used to think anyway...
FSX: Now it's time for training! There's no stopping...my fight! What chance does he really have? After all...I'm great!
Singing some sort of morbid training mantra to himself as he continues his light jog around the base that all of ACW is busy inhabiting at the moment, the smile on Fallen's face is something really peculiar for this point of the show. One would imagine he'd be incredibly depressed and sobbing about how life is keeping him down as he cut himself with a rusty spoon. Perhaps there are simply no rusty spoons in the middle east, so he had no choice but to try out optimism. I wonder just how long this will last...
FSX: Soon enough I'll have to fight the one man who thinks himself unbeatable, despite the fact that life has proven that's not the case. He's living a life where he's above everyone in his own mind, and it seems I have no choice but to change that myself. Too bad, I don't mind him. Deep down he's a good person.
The words that he spoke felt crippling from his lips, as he had no ill intent toward Aiden Joseph. The man may of caused him to go on a journey that he regrets ever having, but he was in no fashion a bad person. In fact, he was likely one of the best people that he had ever known. The only real problem was that he was quite a bit self absorbed, and that was simply something that he couldn't deal with...but it wasn't his problem, right? He was just starting a family and trying desperately to deal with his problems. Just Fallen if he was alot bigger...deep down, anyway.
FSX: Well, I guess I'll have to get right to work then. Winning this match will be enough to prove to Sarin and everyone that I have what it takes to be the World Champion! Then again, if I lose after saying that I'll look like a fool...then no one will believe I'm a possible World Champion Contender, and everyone will simply laugh at the thought of me as champion...
Shifting a bit nervously as he begins to regret what he had just said a moment earlier in confidence, it was quite clear that he wasn't sure he had what it took deep down to beat Aiden in the middle of the ring. There was little doubt that he would be livid over the fact that he just lost his world title to someone who didn't completely earn it, and he would likely want to take out his aggression on someone. Was he finding himself in the wrong place at the wrong time again? No...that couldn't possibly happen to Fallen well he was acting optimistic! That just can't be the case again! There must be something else that can be done to stop him from going into another downward spiral of doom!
FSX: No...can't go back to those dark places now! Not after I've been free of them for so long! No..I'll just have to find something incredibly motivational in order to really train with determination! But it's not as if something is just going to suddenly appear and fill me with the will to succeed over all obstacles! Then again, since it's me...they should show up on cu--
That was a great idea! Someone coming to train him in his time of need and help him overcome all of the problems that he now faced? Brilliant as can be! But who would come on such short notice to the middle of nowhere in order to assist him? Why, someone that was already there of course! Making himself known from the darkest of shadows, and no longer only known to those that happen to spot a glimpse of him out of the corner of their eye, the true singing hero of America has come to save Fallen! Well..wait a second, this can't be right...
FSX: ...Wait, Donny Osmond? Can't I do any better then this?
Donny Osmond: Apparently not! Should we get started?
FSX: I guess so...but I can't imagine how an Osmond is going to motivate me...
There was a good, long period of silence for a few moments as nothing appeared to be going on. Wasn't Donny Osmond supposed to start singing in order to bring up Fallen's spirit? Not quite sure what was going on at this point, or if he was supposed to do something or not, Fallen simply opened his mouth to make a comment and suddenly heard a roar of music from the shadows. Why..this seemed to be going with the same tune he was singing earlier. But....oh no....
FSX: Where is that music coming from..?
Donny Osmond: Let's get down to business! To defeat...the Huns.
FSX: Wait...what? I'm not fighting--
Donny Osmond: Did they send me daughters..when I asked...for sons?
FSX: Hey!! I'm a man, damn it!
Why Fallen hasn't come to the immediate realization of just what Donny was singing to him at the moment is quite odd given the case that he himself had been singing a parody of the tune a few moments earlier, but it seemed now that the words were beginning to upset him deep down. Why was he teasing him?!
Donny Osmond: Your the saddest bunch I've ever met, but you can bet..before we're through..Mister I'll...make a man...out of you!
FSX: What the hell are you talking about?! I'm already a man, and there's only one of me! What's going on? Can someone explain how this is supposed to motivate me?
Donny Osmond: Tranquil as a forest..but on fire...WITHIN!
FSX: Are you even listening to me anymore? I don't understand any of this!
Donny Osmond: Once you find your center...you are sure...TO WIN!
FSX: Well, I guess that works for motivating me. You do have a po--
Just as it appeared that Fallen was bound to cheer up a bit from the pleasant words that were sang so...uh..sweetly by the most famous of the Osmond's, it became immediately evident that Fallen was unaware of how the rest of the song went and would soon find himself back in the same situation he was earlier.
Donny Osmond: Your a spineless, pathetic pale lot and you haven't got a clue..Somehow I'll..make a man...OUT OF YOU!
FSX: Okay, your just not a very nice man. I don't think your helping, and I'd really appreciate it if you just left me alone at this point.
With a look of grief of confused sadness on his face at this point, Fallen didn't seem to understand why he would keep putting him down time and time again. Now it was a well known fact that all of the Osmond's were secretly evil, but he would of expected better of someone who was brought in to be his special guest! Not to mention the fact that he was brought specifically to motivate him in his time of need! Ready to simply leave and pretend none of this had happened, new singers began to appear...FROM EVERYWHERE!
Soldier #1: I'm never gonna catch my breath!
FSX: Woah! Where did you--
Soldier #2: Say goodbye to those that knew me!
FSX: Who are you peo--
Soldier #3: Boy was I a fool in school for cutting gym!
FSX: What the hell is goin--
G.I.Jaw: This guys got them scared to death!
FSX: You too, Iron? Oh come o--
Tom Cruise: I hope he doesn't see right through me!
Freezing for a moment as the last of the singers made their way out from the depths of the unknown and joined Osmond in reliving a song that was recorded for Disney and only Disney purposes, he just gave a look that made it so evident he had no idea whatsoever how to react to the situation anymore. So bizarre..somewhat disturbing....is this what Tom Cruise did with his spare time? You know...he didn't want to know.
FSX: ...Yeah, I'm going to leave before this gets any weirder. Thanks for the...help? Right...time for my match anyway. Uh...good luck with all that.
What? Fallen is running at a time like this? But they were just about to break out into the chorus! How dare he rush off at the best part of the song? But regardless he ran as if there was no tomorrow in the general direction of the set up ring inside the base! He didn't want to know what would happen next, and he definitely didn't want to see Tom Cruise make out with Donny Osmond! Knowing the sick way that things tend to work around these parts it wouldn't be horribly unlikely for such a thing to take place...ugh...Perhaps it's best he did leave. Did any of this actually help, however..? Hmm..
....BE A MAN, FALLEN!
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:45:26 GMT -5
Match 5: Aiden Joseph vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: BK London)
As the match begins, FSX approaches the center of the ring and both men lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Quickly locking his foe in a side headlock, Aiden Joesph looks to immobolize him early in the match, but FSX is having none of this and he pushes the former ACW Heavyweight Champion into the ropes. Aiden comes off the ropes, looking to take down FSX with a shoulder block - and he does, flooring the No.1 Contender for the ACW Championship. Aiden now bounces off the ropes, which prompts FSX to roll over onto his back to attempt to trip him. The 2007 Lethal Lottery winner jumps over FSX, and bounces off the ropes a second time - and quickly FSX springs back to his feet. Looking for a leapfrog, FSX jumps in the air - but he's caught by Aiden and slammed to the mat with a rather sloppy - but effective - powerslam. Hooking the leg, Aiden looks to pick up the early win in this match, but FSX shoots his shoulder up from the mat which gets quite a bit of cheers from the fans. You can hear the helicopters flying over the ring in the background as Aiden Joesph picks up FSX and throws him into the corner, A couple of forearms later, FSX looks to be a bit groggy and Aiden whips him across the ring into the opposing corner. The former ACW Champion backs up to the opposing corner and runs forward, looking for his FFWD (Running boot to the corner), but FSX manages to side step it. Aiden's leg gets caught onto the top rope and FSX takes advantage of this situation and pulls Aiden out of the corner before drilling him into the mat with a German Suplex.
FSX completes the bridge and RAF slides on over and makes the count.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Aiden manages to shift his weight to escape from this pinning predicament, but his neck is absolutely killing him after than maneuver. He attempts to rise up, but FSX clobbers his neck with a few forearms before tossing him to the outside - and the soldiers in the front row get an upclose view of the action. FSX slips out of the ring and continues to go after Aiden with a few forearms to the face. Aiden stumbles onto the barricade, and as FSX approaches him - Aiden hoists up FSX and drops him neck first on the iron barricade. Holding his throat again, the former Entertianment Champion sizes up the two time Entertainment Champion, and knocks his block off with a clothesline. FSX is down for the count and Aiden rolls back into the ring and right back out to break up the count. RAF tells Aiden to come back into the ring, but Aiden pays him no mind. Aiden picks up FSX again and rams him back first into the ring apron before pulling him out and punishing him again. Aiden now hoists up Fallen Souls on his shoulder, in a fireman's carry, and drops him rib first onto the thin padded mat on the outside.
Soldiers: Oooooooooooooooh!
FSX is absolutely motionelss and Aiden rolls back into the ring, and now walks across the ring and waits as RAF makes the count. Aiden takes a relaxes seat on the turnbuckle top, using it as a bit of a hammock - shades of an old HHH. However as RAF makes it to eight, Fallen Souls manages to roll back into the ring - which surprises the former ACW Champion. Aiden approaches Fallen Souls and throws his head between his legs, hoping to score a powerbomb or a piledriver. But before the move can be revealed, FSX hits Aiden with a back body drop. Aiden holds his back in pain, and as he gets up again FSX floors him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Aiden stumbles to the left, his equilibrium knocked off with that kick, and now Fallen Souls scores with another Roundhouse Kick to the back of his head. Aiden continues to stumble about, and now Fallen Souls bounces off the ropes and looks for a running Crossbody - but Aiden manages to catch him. Aiden looks for a Fallaway slam, but Fallen manages to counter it in mid-air, scoring with a Tornado DDT to plant Aiden on the mat. With his opportunity right before him, FSX scurries back up to his feet and ascends to the middle rope before hitting hsi Defiance of Death. FSX scores with it, and hooks both legs for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
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Post by BK London on May 29, 2008 16:50:49 GMT -5
Aiden manages to shift his weight to escape from this pinning predicament, but his neck is absolutely killing him after than maneuver. He attempts to rise up, but FSX clobbers his neck with a few forearms before tossing him to the outside - and the soldiers in the front row get an upclose view of the action. FSX slips out of the ring and continues to go after Aiden with a few forearms to the face. Aiden stumbles onto the barricade, and as FSX approaches him - Aiden hoists up FSX and drops him neck first on the iron barricade. Holding his throat again, the former Entertianment Champion sizes up the two time Entertainment Champion, and knocks his block off with a clothesline. FSX is down for the count and Aiden rolls back into the ring and right back out to break up the count. RAF tells Aiden to come back into the ring, but Aiden pays him no mind. Aiden picks up FSX again and rams him back first into the ring apron before pulling him out and punishing him again. Aiden now hoists up Fallen Souls on his shoulder, in a fireman's carry, and drops him rib first onto the thin padded mat on the outside.
Soldiers: Oooooooooooooooh!
FSX is absolutely motionelss and Aiden rolls back into the ring, and now walks across the ring and waits as RAF makes the count. Aiden takes a relaxes seat on the turnbuckle top, using it as a bit of a hammock - shades of an old HHH. However as RAF makes it to eight, Fallen Souls manages to roll back into the ring - which surprises the former ACW Champion. Aiden approaches Fallen Souls and throws his head between his legs, hoping to score a powerbomb or a piledriver. But before the move can be revealed, FSX hits Aiden with a back body drop. Aiden holds his back in pain, and as he gets up again FSX floors him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Aiden stumbles to the left, his equilibrium knocked off with that kick, and now Fallen Souls scores with another Roundhouse Kick to the back of his head. Aiden continues to stumble about, and now Fallen Souls bounces off the ropes and looks for a running Crossbody - but Aiden manages to catch him. Aiden looks for a Fallaway slam, but Fallen manages to counter it in mid-air, scoring with a Tornado DDT to plant Aiden on the mat. With his opportunity right before him, FSX scurries back up to his feet and ascends to the middle rope before hitting hsi Defiance of Death. FSX scores with it, and hooks both legs for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
Not many people kick out that maneuver, but Aiden has managed to find something deep in him to get his shoulder up before three. Fallen Souls now picks up Aiden, hoping to capitalize with another move, but Aiden rams him back first into the corner. FSX hold his back in pain, and now Aiden pulls him towards the center of the ring nad attempts the Sheer Exhiliration - but as Aiden looks to drill FSX's neck into the mat - FSX grabs onto the top rope. Aiden lands hard on the mat below, and the fans cheers for Fallen Souls. Aiden gets up, once again holding the back of his neck, and Fallen Souls now kicks him in the abdomen and bounces off the ropes. The Silence Scissors Kick is the next to follow up, but Aiden moves out of the way. Fallen Souls turns around and walks right into a Polish Hammer attempt called the Box Office Smash. FSX manages to duck under it and as Aiden turns around, FSX scores with an Inside Cradle.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Fallen Souls
In possibly one of the most surprising finishes in the year, Fallen Souls managed to pin Aiden Joseph’s shoulders down for the three, and the soldier’s ringside couldn’t be any happier for the No.1 Contender. Aiden Joseph asks RAF if that was a three count, and RAF indeed tells him that it was a three, and it blows the pretty boy’s mind.
Fallen Souls can hardly believe that he managed to pin the former ACW Champion, just as his opponent for Sarin did last Saturday – which many people can argue makes him just as qualified to be champion as the current ACW Champion. Fallen Souls rises up from the mat, and RAF raises his arm in victory, a bit shocked himself.
Aiden Joseph rises up from the mat and he extends his arm over to Fallen Souls, congratulating him on his win and even mouths the words “Give her hell at Omega Effect”. Fallen Souls nods and agrees, and Aiden exits the ring – leaving it all to Fallen Souls. FSX climbs to the middle turnbuckle and celebrates with the soldiers as the show comes to an end.
End Show.
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Post by hunter on May 29, 2008 17:15:37 GMT -5
Hosnap, FSX rules.
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Post by xs3 on May 29, 2008 17:24:13 GMT -5
[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. ...guh? Great show, people, I liked the swerve Top Draw reunion.
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Post by Lass Sarin on May 29, 2008 20:26:05 GMT -5
Tom Cruise: I hope he doesn't see right through me! Well played, Fallen. Well played indeed. Great show everyone!
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Post by Dan White on May 29, 2008 20:41:44 GMT -5
FSX for World Champion
Awesome show
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Post by jontaylor on May 30, 2008 3:54:47 GMT -5
FSX for World Champion Awesome show
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Post by jonnyomega on May 30, 2008 21:10:11 GMT -5
Good show here. FSX beating AJ certainly adds a bit more intrigue to the upcoming World Title match. I'd also appreciate some feedback on my segments, I haven't submitted anything in a while and I feel like I'm a bit rusty so any constructive comments would be most welcome.
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