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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 15:55:22 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 2nd June 2008
Spring Tour 2008: The Road to Omega Effect IV Seoul, South Korea Jamsil Arena, Capacity Crowd 30,000
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James Murphy vs. Josh The Jersey Boy
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ACW Junior Title Revial Special Event! Amo The Great vs. Gooey Garth - Epicness
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First Round Tag Team Tournament Match AC Evans and Teddy Davis vs. Whitesnake
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Scott Andrews vs. Danny Mainer
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ACW Heavyweight Championship - Special Guest Referee: Fallen Souls Sarin Rossi(c) vs. Nick Durden
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 15:57:26 GMT -5
The Jamsil Arena in Seoul is rammed from ceiling to floor as Warfare commences; and thanks to an impressively forward-thinking telecoms policy, just as many people are watching the show on illegal torrents. Still, all exposure is good for ACW; the crowd chatters, eagerly awaiting the first action of the night.
But before that, a small trip back in time is in order…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 15:57:56 GMT -5
“Flying First Class” Credit: Sarin, Kenny *Ding, Dong* [5,440 miles and 11 hours later, Winter has come to California. In her jet lagged condition it is an effort to even bear down upon the doorbell, but the second Aiden appears before her, Winter’s spirits change like the seasons.] Aiden: Winter! Welcome to America!Winter York: Aw, come here! I missed you![Leaping into his embrace, Winter pecks Aiden on his check to greet him. Aiden returns the favor and before pulling away, he places his palm upon his sisters face.] Aiden: How was your flight? Winter: Horrdenous. Exhausting. Draining. Do you wish me to continue? [Before Winter can entertain Aiden with the horrors of the airline industry, Anna’s disembodied voice echoes its way down the mansion’s main staircase.] Anna Sommers: Aiden, do you think I should go with the cerise-- [Walking into the foyer with two dresses in her hands, Winter’s appearance freezes Anna cold. Ms. Sommers was aware of Winter's visit, but she was not properly prepared for her eyes to fall upon this.] Anna: Oh, hello? Aiden: Anna, I’d like to introduce you to my half sister, Winter. Anna: Winter! It’s so nice to finally meet you! [The two girls embrace. As they clutch one another, Winter glances up at Aiden and with a finger point, silently lets him know she approves.] Winter: *mouthing*: Not bad! Aiden *mouthing back*: Thank you. [Now up close and personal, Anna’s eyes saunter over Winter’s ensemble. Ms. Sommers is a very hard lady to impress, but the second Anna pulls back she realizes she has stern competition on this weeks installment of Vogue’s Ten Best Dressed list.] Anna: Oh, I simply a-dore that blouse! Winter: You mean you Di-or it! Anna: Teeheehee! Winter: Thank you, and I simply love your jacket. Flared? [Anna nods.] Winter: It’s stunning and I’d so go with the Celestina dress. [Welcome to the beginnings of a very long and prosperous friendship. Before the two can begin a half hour conversation on their handbags, Aiden glances on the time and realizes he is now pressed for time, so is the story of his life.] Aiden: Winter, you’ll have to pardon my rudeness but as you are aware I have a plane to catch myself. While I finish packing, please feel free to make yourself at home. Anna will more than happy to show you to your room and take you on a tour of the house. Winter: *Ah-em* When am I going to be introduced to my nephew. Anna: The moment he stops dreaming about his next trip to Trico Field. Trust me, we do not want to wake him. [Anna takes Winter by the arm and proceeds to give her a tour of Outer Heaven. Just three rooms in, Ms. York’s jaw drops in awe, even with her extravagant tastes. Meanwhile, Aiden heads upstairs to fill his luggage up with all the necessities of a three day excursion. He is gone for just a moment, but a moment is all Winter needs manipulate her way into another adventure. Returning downstairs with his arms full of suitcases, Aiden is taken aback the second he reads the body language of the two girls in his life. Arms folded and lips curled upwards, Winter and Anna tell his instincts to run.] Aiden: I’m about to be ambushed, aren’t I? Winter: We want to go with you! Aiden: What happened to you two going shopping until I got back? Winter: We can do that after you get back. Anna: The stores are always open, darling. Aiden: You two do realize I am going to South Korea, right? I mean, what the hell is in South Korea that is going to keep you two entertained? Anna: You. Aiden: Good point. [Aiden hangs his head while he contemplates the decision at hand. Deep down he feels this is a bad idea, but at the same time recognizes the consequences of saying no to two women who simply do not have that word in their vocabulary. The choice is clear.] Aiden: Anna, go pack your bags and Winter, get ready for another long flight. [Anna displays her exuberance by clapping her hands together and springing up the stairs to the master bedroom. Now alone with his sister, Aiden recalls the night the two first met. Not wanting a repeat performance, he points his index finger at Winter and firmly warns - ] Aiden: You better behave. Winter *smiling*: Oh I will. [The crossed fingers behind her back say otherwise.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:01:40 GMT -5
Segment: The Ma-Ti Circus (Credit: FSX)
What does one really think of the circus as it comes to town? Is it something of excitement and childish joy that will fill you with a glee you don't quite understand? Probably not. In truth, it is something that most will fear before taking a moment to truly give it any thought. The fact that it is a breeding ground for clowns and other mysterious creatures that haunt the dreams of those that allow them to infiltrate them. It's odd, really. Many will still find themselves headed to the circus if they find it advertised in many locations and find that it may just be a spot of fun in this dreary world, perhaps only going to silent there children or create an environment around themselves that they can consider safe for a few fleeting moments, it is incredibly rare that someone will go for the sake of going. They will rather for the sake of having something to do...This fact is something that is of obscene relevances this evening, as it is a homecoming that many wouldn't of really expected. For Fallen Souls to remain an active talent long enough to make a triumphant return to Korea as a wrestler? Clearly unusual...but how will people will react to this fact? Probably with a sort of curious interest that may in truth hold no meaning. Like a sideshow act of a small lad with the ability to rip the heart out of a live goat...and thus the title of this segment has been obligatorily given meaning. Anyway, on with the show!
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen, before we start the night of activity I have been asked to introduce a special guest!
Well, that sure is an exciting prospect! Just who could he possibly be bringing out before the intense night of mayhem and wonderment begins? Perhaps this is the first public showing of some sort of baby! Or better yet, maybe there was a raunchy wedding as of late! Or perhaps we have been blessed with the presence of an acclaimed Korean Pop Star! Ohhh...the thought of it all was so exciting! What could it be?
Phillip: This man has traveled the world for the past few years in order to entertain and do all he can to put a smile on your faces, and his return to Seoul is something he has been waiting for over the past six months! He is the Current Number One Contender for the World Title at the upcoming Omega Effect IV, FAAAAAAALLLEEN SOOOOOOUULS!
Well, this isn't nearly as exciting as it could of been..though it will have to do! It seems that many in attendance actually prefer this announcement to some of the others that they might of heard, as everyone in the building seems to be reacting very positively this evening to the homegrown talent. It's not often that a Korean Wrestler becomes famous after all, right? That's usually something reserved for those from Tokyo! As 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer begins to play, the uproar seems to grow even louder and it's as if 30, 000 people actually care about FSX for once! Utterly bizarre in every way! Regardless, Fallen wastes no time rushing out from the backstage area and basking in the glow of fans. This was all quite new to him, after all...perhaps now he missed the obscurity! By the look on his face one would imagine that it isn't the case, however!
Crowd: FAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEEENN SOOOOOURRRRSSS!
Though the proclamation of his name might of went over a bit better in an predominantly english speaking nation, there is little doubt that Fallen enjoys hearing such a response. It's enough to get your heart racing when your aware that someone loves you, but when it's a whole country? Suffice to say that paramedics are standing by for an impending heart attack! Someone is bound to die tonight! That aside, things are looking good as Fallen slips into the ring and takes a hold of a microphone, grinning like an idiot as he waits for the reaction to die down.
Crowd X! X! X!
Confused Fan: Pornography? Where?!
As the roar of affection continued for a few moments it inevitable began to die down with time, and that was likely for the best! As Fallen has a look around and quickly took a seat on the top turnbuckle it was clear that he couldn't feel more appreciated then he did at the moment! Such a pleased look on his face...so unusual for him! But it seemed to work, and as he finally could talk he did!
FSX: So, I take it you all missed me then?
Even teasing the crowd with success? This was truly a bizzaro world that many wouldn't be able to cope with properly! It was only a matter of time before large robotic dinosaurs would break through the walls and an incredible Battle Royale of Marvel characters would begin! Starting...now! What's this? It's real?! Talk about shock!
FSX: For the record, it's great to be back too! I never thought I'd miss a place that brought me so much pain over the years like Seoul, but low and behold the world is a much worse place then here! You guys rock in overall comparison!
Could a mean spirited line such as that even work in a place where Starcraft continues to live on in popularity? Apparently yes! This is a dream sequence that won't admit it's a dream sequence, right? Either way it continues on in stride! Still smiling and quite pleased with himself thus far, Fallen stretched out a bit as the cheering persisted and dropped down from his seat on the top turnbuckle, having a look around for a moment.
FSX: But since that much is out of the way, I guess I should probably get down to business.
Confused Fan: To defeat....the Huns?
FSX: Quiet you. No, not for that. I suppose I should go ahead and do one of those little rants that people tend to do when there in the midst of an exciting situation!
Confused Fan: Oh...damn. I'll get something right tonight, I swear!
Shaking his head at the man who seemed to be able to speak over the voices of the entire audience for reasons of pure comedy, Fallen paced about the ring a bit and thought for a moment how to best word a rant about his incredibly powerful opponent at Omega Effect. Though he thought for awhile, there was really only one thing he could think to say to get the power of the fans in attendance behind him.
FSX: I am to fight a mighty evil! A woman who has the intent to ruin my life and cause my career to be over for all eternity, simply due to her desire to remain the...uh...World Champion-ist of them all! She will do anything and everything to maintain her stranglehold on that title, and that includes cheating like a fox would cheat at a rousing game of BACKGAMMON! So you must react to her as if she was the devil! But fortunately, the fiend hasn't won just yet...in fact, her days are numbered!
As many sat on the edge of their seats and believed every deranged word to leave Fallen's lips as the utter and complete truth, he could only smile and slowly make his way over to the ropes, looking around for a moment before leaning over them and staring off to a few fans in the front row, as if they were supposed to lead in the reaction to whatever comment he was about to make. Hesitating for a moment and looking around as if he was paranoid over someone overhearing this, he pulled the mic close to his mouth and seemed to whisper quite loudly into it.
FSX: You see, she won't be the champion for very long after all! I've been made the special guest referee for her title defense later tonight, and I plan on making sure that good prevails. Not that Nick Durden is much a nicer person, but he isn't pure evil. So don't tell anyone, but the fate of it all is in my hands! Hush hush.
Confused Fan: So your going to cheat in order to make sure that Sarin loses her title to Durden, over fear that Sarin is just as unbeatable as her former lesbian lover was?
FSX: ...Pretty much, but it's a big secret! Hush hush! Now if you guys don't mind I've gotta get going! I have to meet up with some people before the match goes down. Remember though...TELL NO ONE!
Looking around once more with a bit of fake paranoia, Fallen winked once to those who remained quite quite in attendance as he set down the microphone and his theme began to play once again. Was all that he said true? Did he really intend on screwing Sarin out of her title, or was this all for show? Only time will tell...and time goes quite a bit faster in the magical land of Korea! What more crazy antics can you expect tonight?!
All of them!
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:02:12 GMT -5
Segment: Soul in Seoul. Credit: Jay Zero and Libertines. [As we enter our next segment of tonights broadcast, we find ourselves alongside our oh-so-favorite tag team duo of ACW, The Libertines and Jay Zero. The two are just entering the arena from the parking lot area with their bags on their shoulders.] The Libertines :: This is bullshit! We're not on the card, again! [/b] Zero :: Oh no doubt. [/color] The Libertines :: They should be beggin' The Libertines to wrestle for them! Damn! Zero :: You know it man. Pft, Josh the Jersey Boy gets on and not us?! [/color] The Libertines :: Yeah! What's up with that shit! Even that Gooeygarth guy gets a match! I mean -- who the hell is he?!Zero :: Garth? Shit man ... Oh, I think he's part of J-Unit. You know, with Jonny Spade! [/color] The Libertines :: Oh, those washed up guys! [ Yikes! The fans of the impressive G-Unit tag team here in Seoul, South Korea don't like that at all and the boos can be heard all the way from ringside.] The Libertines :: Anyways, what's on tonight's agenda? Zero :: I don't know. Go train for a little bit with Dwight if we can find him then probably just sit back for a bit. Not sure, really. [/color] The Libertines :: Oh, okay.Zero :: Why? You have something planned? [/color] The Libertines :: No. [Just then, Kevin Anderson makes his way in front, intercepting the two. Forced to, they stop in front of Kevin. ] Kevin Anderson :: Hey you guys! Zero :: What do you want? [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Just a simple little Q&A! That fine with you boys? [Jay rolls his eyes and slightly shakes his head but his partner gives in.] The Libertines :: Why not? Kevin Anderson :: Excellent! First off, Tag Tournament! The Libertines :: Yep. [/b] Kevin Anderson :: Jonny Hughes and Jason Freeman have already advanced in the bracket and tonight we're gonna find out who advances in the contest between AC Evans and Teddy Davis verses Whitesnake. So I'm wondering, what are you guys predicting? The Libertines :: Well I think that --Zero :: --I think it doesn't matter Kev because it really DOESN'T! Whoever wins, then big whup! Libertines and I can take them! Hughes and Freeman? Pft. Evans and Davis? Cake! Whitesnake? Don't get me started! [/color] The Libertines :: Yeah, let's really not. But uhh, what's up with Durden getting a title shot against Sarin tonight? He loses that and then gets rewarded? Zero :: Oh that's another thing! The world knows that Jay Zero is the most deserving and he should get another chance at it! Hell, even Libs here is more deserving than Durden! [/color] The Libertines :: Yeah! Kevin Anderson :: Well then -- looks like the old Jay Zero is back already. Sheesh. You have the worst mood swings! Zero :: Yeah well don't push it then Kevin! Moron. [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Yeah! Yeah! Hey, speaking of Whitesnake -- [Immediatly, Jay knows what Kevin is going to ask and it already hits a nerve. He turns his head away and takes a few steps from Kevin. Knowing the situation, Libertines jumps in.] The Libertines :: Hey let's not talk about that, okay Kevin? Next question. Kevin Anderson :: No, No! Jay, speaking of Whitesnake ... Zero :: It's bullshit! That's what it is! Bullshit! I don't know who just in the hell Rattlesnake thinks he is, but you NEVER treat Jay Zero like some peasant! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Well if he was right here right now, what would you say to him? Zero :: I'd tell him to get a goddamn clue! Personally, I HOPE he and Danny White win tonight, just so that once me and Libs here meet them later on in this tournament, we can publicly humiliate them like the peasants that they ACTUALLY are! [/color] The Libertines :: Whitesnake won't stand a chance! Zero :: God no! There's no chance in hell! [/color] [The two both laugh.] Kevin Anderson :: What makes you think that? The Libertines :: Simple! We got soul!Zero :: Of course we do! We're Liber-Z! [/color] [Jay smiles and gently pushes past Kevin, rubbing shoulders as he walks by. Libertines laughs and nods his head to Kevin as he starts to follow Jay down the hallway to their locker room. ] [FADE OUT]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:03:34 GMT -5
Segment: Fog and Filthy Air (Credit: Sarin)
Notorious for its airtight airline security, South Korea forbids unauthorized helicopters, jets, or commercial planes to fly unchecked across their skies. And with good reason: North Korea is hardly the 'love and peace' sort of nation. The helicopter that whirls to a smooth landing just outside the Seoul arena does not have clearance. The strange insignia emblazoned on the black sides surpasses the need for any bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo.
The door swings open. A shiny black shoe slaps against the pavement. Its owner, a tall thin man with sallow skin and an impeccable black and white suit, lifts his black sunglasses and gives the surrounding area a periphery glance. He touches his ear.
Sallow Man: All clear.
Two others join him on the pavement, nearly identical to each other. Their backs: ramrod straight. Their hair: combed straight back. Their breathing: faint and still.
Lackey: When shall we three meet again?
Subordinate: When the chaos is done; when she has lost and won.
Sallow Man: There, outside, we will meet her.
Lackey: Her.
Subordinate: Her.
Each stride off in a different direction. The Sallow Man mutters to himself in a raspy voice.
Sallow Man: I am not what is; I am what I am not.
He disappears into a doorway. His companions have already vanished. Without a pilot, the helicopter stirs, lifts, and takes off.
In a private trailer, Sarin wakes with a start.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:05:33 GMT -5
Match 1: James Murphy vs. Josh The Jersey Boy (Credit: Danny Mainer) The match went nice and quickly with James more or less dominating the entire contest. JJB threw out a great dropkick in the early goings to throw James off guard. James got dropped but James came running back countering a top-rope attempt with The Decapitator. James started to wear-down JJB with heavy-handed strikes to the head and mounted punches. James then hit an early Anarchy Driver which took out a 2-counts worth of energy. Josh the Jersey Boy quickly rebounded with several strikes to the head and a snap Suplex but this entire plan went to Hell after taking a picturesque Pain Redefined. JJB with this early submission, his legs were practically breaking. James went for an early-Gunnerdrop but got rolled up. Narrow 2-count, JJB wails on James in the corner but suddenly James counters a running turnbuckle attack with an elbow to the side of the head. James suddenly explodes out of the corner twisting behind JJB and hitting The Gunnerdrop. BAM! Landed on the neck sharply and after a long, hard-fought battle, James Murphy puts away JJB for the 123. WINNER: James Murphy VIA Gunnerdrop (14:36)Pushed the Wrong Buttons Danny Mainer/James Murphy Rolling off a win, James Murphy slowly stands to his feet wiping a bucket and a half of sweat off of his forehead. He drops to one knee and raises an arm triumphantly in the centre of the ring. Josh the Jersey Boy lying motionless just behind him after being planted with the Gunnerdrop getting slammed on his neck and pinned for the 123. James slowly stands up as Josh rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope as “Ocean Planet” by Gojira plays over the speakers, the harsh blast-beats everywhere. James smiles and looks around at the audience before waving politely inciting a roaring reply from the crowd. McNally: What a great guy! He’s playing to the crowd, showing his appreciation!Edison: Well he’s just won a hard-fought battle against Josh the Jersey Boy, he’s no world class athlete but he’s tough as Hell and mean too.He basks in the glory of it all turning his back to half the audience air-embracing them, blowing kisses to the female audience and being a general showman. However, it is due to this that he’s not getting out of dodge from what’s about to happen. Suddenly, the crowd erupt into a chorus of boos and before James can begin to contemplate the sudden change in crowd disposition, he feels the very cause of this slam into the back of his head in the form of an elbow prompting Ocean Planet to die down. McNally: What in the world is going on here!Edison: I so called this, he wasn’t going to take that beating lying down!Pain sears through his neck area and he drops to one knee as Ross Lambert starts to bring on the pain. Ross’s gargantuan hands wrap around James’s head and he feels himself getting dragged back to the centre of the ring. Ross then twists James around to face him and slams a sickly knee into his stomach dropping James to both knees. James rasps in pain as Ross rubs his hair out of his eyes looking at James with a twisted expression. Ross looks at the fallen James who is slowly starting to regain his composure. He kneels up straight and Ross walks over delivering a vicious backhand slap right to the face starting to play rougher then usual. Edison: WOW! A slap to the chops, talk about disrespect! Ross is out for blood I think here to night!McNally: That was a sign of disrespect just like he dished out to the soldiers last show! I think I know what’s coming up next…James reels back after the slap but is stopped from landing on the ground because of his kneeling. Ross takes a small walk around the ring in a circular wave swooping in like a hawk with his arms spread out. He walks up behind James with his arms still spread and placing his right hand under the chin of James he looks down over him using his left hand to make a cut-throat gesture across James. James struggles but fails to escape. Ross without so much as a hint of effort grabs James by the neck and drags him up to his feet with both hands. Ross then spins James around to face him and he twists right squatting down so he can hoist James up onto his shoulder. Edison: What on Earth is Ross doing here?! This can’t be good for the rookie, James Murphy!McNally: You betcha! This is twisted, beyond a joke!Ross starts to spin rapidly in the centre of the ring Airplane Spin style signalling for the end right-arm forward and after about 3 revolutions Ross lets loose his move sending James flying off his shoulders for the Cyclone style manoeuvre but instead of falling backwards he falls forward hitting an Airplane Spin style STO. James lands viciously on his spine bouncing off the mat as Ross plants him on the floor. The crowd boo loudly as Ross kneels up wiping his long black hair out of his face. Ross leans over James fallen body pressing a palm over his face nodding his head to an imaginary 3-count before standing up. Edison: That was a lot of cocky crap, McNally, Ross just planted him with that bizarre new move and pretended to pin him. The amazing part is is that James didn’t kick-out! He got laid out and hasn’t moved an inch!McNally: Cocky or not, it sent a very clear message about Mr. Lamberts new move.By this point Ross is heading towards Philip Jones outside the ring clawing a microphone out of his hands. His grip on it is broken and Ross walks back with it triumphantly. He climbs up the steps and into the ring again with a smile on his face as the crowd rain down with “You Suck Dick” chants which only make Ross smile further. He heads to the centre of the ring and places a leather boot on the chest of the flat-out James Murphy who is unconscious after being the victim of the whirlwind manoeuvre. Ross looks down and glares coldly into the eyes of the motionless James Murphy showing clear contempt and hatred. Ross: Y’know the saying is exactly the same everywhere wherever you wanna go in the world and it holds true since the day it was invented, payback IS a bitch. NOBODY upstages Ross Lambert and gets away with it, the only person that cost you your GWF title was yourself and your negligence. If you hadn’t noticed, it’s not like I WANTED to lose that match. I was ready for prime-time and if it was just me against Michael Tipaldo or you on your own, I WOULD have won but no, it became a handicap match. Well now, here we are, you’re motionless on your ass, centre-stage of the ring and I can’t even imagine how much pain you must be in.Edison: Get to the point Lambert!Ross: Hell, I don’t even know if you can HEAR me right now as you are 100% unconscious, but then again if that’s the case you can just watch the repeat in your hospital ward. I hear South Korean Healthcare is really good. Anyways! Back to my point, NOBODY upstages me and gets away with it. You’re at my mercy, I could end your career RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW. But no, I’m a merciful creature, you stole my limelight in front of those soldiers and you suffered the consequences James. So let’s frame this into perspective. I hope you’ve learned a lesson because when you FUCK AROUND with Ross Lambert, BRUTALITY. IS STANDARD. ISSUE.Ross throws the microphone to the floor as James doesn’t move. James squirms slightly as the huge boot and Ross’s weight is alleviated from his chest but beyond that there is nothing. Ross heads for the ropes and ducks under the bottom rope to roll for the floor. The scene is left with the symbolic statement of James unconscious on the floor and Ross walking backstage triumphantly as the screen goes to black. We’re left with only two questions, what is this strange new move of Ross’s and what will James do in response? We’ll find out next week, for now the screen just draws to black. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:10:28 GMT -5
Segment: Winter – Part 2 (Credit: Nick D)
“Thinking of winter Your name is the splinter inside me While I wait” - “Winter” by Joshua Radin
“School’s Out…For Summer! School’s Out…Forever! My School’s Been Blown..To Pieces!”
The classic song is all that’s been playing in the neighborhood. Nick, annoyed by this, locked himself up in his room listening to any song that he can to get Alice Cooper out of his head.
Time Passes….Yes, school’s out. Everyone’s happy. The kids are all around the streets playing any type of game they can. It’s summer! Everyone’s outside. Except Nick. No, he’s inside his room, by himself. He has no friends to go outside and play with. He used to love when school ended. He’d go outside and play with all of his friends until it turned dark outside. Even when it was dark, he’d play hide and seek sometimes, until he was called back into the house. But not anymore. No, he pretty much kept to himself.
School is out. Now what? School was a place where Nick spent 8 hours of his day. No, he didn’t have any friends there, but he loved learning new things. He’d learn something new every day. He was a very good student. But now what would he do for almost three months? He’d be stuck home by himself, doing nothing.
He was nothing like his brother. Matt was so happy that school was out. He had a lot of friends. He didn’t do too badly in school. He was a good student. But he had friends too. He’d probably be out the whole day for the next few months. Nick would be all by himself. He’d go mad. Although, there was one thing. Art.
Art could keep him occupied. He loved drawing. He loved painting. He loved making random objects. No matter what they looked like, they were masterpieces to him. But how many things can he make for a whole summer? If he just worked on art for his summer he can open up his own museum. He’d need to change some things. Either make friends, or find another hobby.
But for now, he’d wait. Wait for school to come to him. He’d wait for his second home to open its doors to him, once again. He’d be an eighth grader now. One more year and he would join his brother in high school. But by the time Nick gets to high school, Matt would be in his senior year. This means that for three years, Nick would be alone in High School with no one to talk to, or hang out with. But Nick barely hangs out with Matt now, anyways. Matt has friends. Those friends don’t really like Nick. But it’s ok. He doesn’t need them. All they did was ridicule him every time he passed them by. He learned to ignore the insults. But they didn’t do it while Matt was around. Nick didn’t bother to tell Matt about his friends. What’s the use? It’s not like he’d believe him. He’d probably think Nick was trying to lure him away from his friends, just so he could have more time with him.
Just hang in there, Nick. It’s only a few months. It’s only a whole summer..
Nick gets up from his bed and turns off his cassette player. He places it down by the bed and makes his way out of the house. He decided to go out for a walk. But before he made his way out of the house, he wondered if it was the right thing to do? There were many kids all around the streets. A lot of his classmates were around, playing games. They’d just annoy him if they saw him. He places his hand on the doorknob. He sighs before turning it to the right and pushing the door open. He closes the door behind him and makes his way to the sidewalk. Just as he expected, various classmates of his were outside. Some played catch, some just talked with each other. Nick just walked. A nice cool walk would make the day go by faster. Maybe thrice around the block? Or just straight ahead?
He walked without knowing where he would go. He’d let his feet guide him. Hopefully, they would guide him to somewhere that he’d find interesting, and somewhat enjoyable. He couldn’t bare being stuck home for a whole summer doing nothing. He felt trapped inside that house. As if it were a jail. He didn’t want to be outside, either. He had no one to talk to or play with. What’s the use? But if he had to choose between one of the two, he’d choose to be outside. He enjoyed nature. He enjoyed breathing the fresh air. He enjoyed life. Outside was full of life. He just wished there weren’t so many people around. But that would never happen. There wouldn’t be a day when the streets would be empty.
So, he walks. He feels the earth beneath his feet. He feels as if he’s a part of it. As if he’s one with it. It’s the only friend he needs. He walks forward. He can’t help but look to his right. He sees a bunch of boys that were in his class playing around with a bouncing ball. He was about to quickly turn away, but they saw him looking at them. Damn. He turns his head to look forward. They call out to him. He tries to ignore.
Classmate: Hey pussy! Fuck are you doin’ out here? Shouldn’t you be inside the house making some of those stupid drawings? Seriously, fuck’s wrong with ya?
Nick keeps walking. He doesn’t need to talk back. As he walks, they follow him on the other side of the street. He should have stayed inside. The one calling out to him was Paul, the leader of the small group. His grades were horrible and he always found himself in some sort of trouble at school. He really hated Nick. Before, Nick would be the leader of the small group that Paul’s in. But once Nick decided to keep to himself, Paul took control and changed all of Nick’s former friends. Now, they were all against him. They all hated him. It all started out with Nick needing some alone time. He grew tired of people talking about him behind his back. He began to wonder if friends were worth it. He just needed to think about it.
But time passed, and he felt that friends would just hurt. They’d be there for you one minute, then stab you in the back the next. Paul started hanging out with Nick’s friends late in the 6th grade. That’s what made them turn on Nick. But once they came crawling back to him, he felt they were a waste of his time. They weren’t really independent. They needed a leader. They were followers. So they ran back to Paul. He changed every single one of them. Now, their enemy was Nick. They’d pick on him any chance they got. And now was their chance. But, they wouldn’t try anything unless Paul was around. They needed him.
Paul: Yo, Nick. I have a question for ya. What the…fuck…possessed ya…and made ya act like a total BITCH? You don’t talk anymore. You don’t play anymore. All you do is schoolwork, draw, and go home. Fuck happened? Your freaky ass made out with a cat and let it eat your tongue?
Nick kept on walking. But his boiling point was almost reached. He grew tired of the insults. He grew tired of being picked on. Ten whole months of the same crap. One can only take so much. But he tried to ignore it. He tried to block Paul’s voice out of his mind.
Paul: Answer me, when I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to ya! Or I might just go over there and make ya talk. Your choice, “Nicky”…
Ah, Nicky. Yes, Paul knew about Emiko. He knew that she was attracted to Nick in some way. He was jealous. He had the biggest crush on her. He wanted her, she wanted Nick, and Nick wanted no one. But she was persistent. Nick should have gone for her. She was beautiful, she was a great student, and she loved art just as much as he did. She also lived right in front of his house. She could have made him happy. But, since he was afraid of being hurt, he chose to not pay attention to her. Paul didn’t know this. He was too stupid to see that he didn’t like her. Paul wasn’t too much of a thinker.
Paul: So, you’re not gonna say anything, Nicky? I guess I’ll just go over there, then…Stay here guys.
The rest of the group does as they are told, naturally. Paul crosses the street, and he tries his best to keep up with Nick. Nick doesn’t stop. He keeps walking. He doesn’t want anything to do with Paul. But Paul keeps on walking. He finally reaches the other side of the street, where Nick is. Paul walks faster now, trying to reach Nick. He’s just a few feet away. Paul now power walks, and in a few seconds, he’s by Nick’s side. Paul shoves Nick.
Nick: Don’t touch me…
Paul: Oh, so he talks! You don’t like being touched, eh? Well, I feel bad for ya, Nick.
Paul punches Nick’s shoulder. Nick immediately reacts and punches Paul square in the jaw. Paul stumbles back and falls. Nick kicks Paul in the face to make sure he stays down. Nick sees the rest of the group coming toward him. He looks around. He sees a stick about 2 and a half feet long on the ground. He gets ready to strike any one of them if they come near him. Nick taunts them by swinging the stick in the air. He drives them away from Paul and they run back over to the other side of the street. Nick looks down at Paul. Paul holds his face in pain. He asked for it, didn’t he? Nick throws the stick down on Paul’s stomach. Paul lets out a loud groan. Paul begins to cough. What did Nick do? “Shit,” he thinks. This is exactly why he didn’t want to go outside. Nick turns to see the rest of the group coming over with some parents, including Paul’s dad. Nick isn’t going to run. They’re already too close. They cross the street. Paul’s dad begins to run toward Paul. Once he reaches him, he gets down on his knee.
Paul’s Dad: Paul! PAUL!? Are you ok?
Paul: (groaning) Yeah…
Paul’s Dad: I can’t BELIEVE………..that YOU would let a punk like that Durden kid beat ya up like that! What’s wrong with you?!
While Paul’s Dad gives Paul a lecture, the other parents focus on Nick. They say many, many things.
“What’s wrong with him? He’s too dangerous!! He should be kept inside his house! I’m not letting my kid play with him. He needs help!”
Nick sighs and walks back to his home. The parents are quick to follow him. They continue to talk about him. He walks faster, so that he doesn’t need to hear their rubbish. He reaches his house, but the small group of parents are still behind him. Looks like they’re going to talk to Nick’s uncle, Chris. That’s the last thing Nick wanted. Chris was very strict. Nick opens the door to his house and tries to close it quickly, but one of the parents presses his shoulder against the door leaving it open. Chris comes out of the kitchen to see what the commotion is all about. Nick walks forward but Chris stops him with a hand to the chest. The parents don’t go into the house, but they remain on the porch. Chris walks forward.
Parent: Chris! Your kid beat up Paul Henderson’s kid! You should keep him inside there on a leash or something!
Chris: ( sigh ) Thank you for telling me. I’ll handle this.
He closes the door and bows his head. His hand is still on the doorknob. He lets out a sigh, before speaking to Nick. He doesn’t even look at him. His head remains bowed, as he talks.
Chris: …You…beat up…Henderson’s kid…
Nick: Yes, but it-
Chris: You…beat him up. Why?
Nick: He kept bothering me. He shoved me and punched me. What? Did you want me to just take it like a punk?
Chris: How bad was it, Nick…what did you do?
Nick: Well, I punched him in the jaw…then I kicked him in the face…then I threw this...huge stick on his stomach…he was coughing a lot.
Chris: Go to your room.
Nick: Are you serious? You’re punishing me?
Chris: Just go…to your room.
Nick: This sucks…I didn’t even start it. Some father you are. You’d probably let me get beat up! Now, I’m the one who gets in trouble, when I didn’t even start anything?
Chris: GO…to YOUR room. NOW.
Nick stomps off to his room. He enters it and slams the door shut. What the hell? Any other father would be happy that their son stood up for himself against a person that was much stronger than him. But, no. Chris was disappointed with Nick for some odd reason. He was only defending himself. But maybe he went a bit too far? He could have seriously hurt Paul. But ten months of pent-up aggression were released onto him. Serves him right. But now what would Nick do. Surely he’d be grounded. He’d be locked inside the house forever. It doesn’t matter. Chances are he wouldn’t go outside again, anyways.
But maybe…the night. Not that many people are outside during the night. Maybe he’d sneak out? No, what’s the use. He’d just stay in the house...for what would seem like an eternity.
A knock on the door. Nick doesn’t bother to answer the door. Either the person came in, or didn’t. Their choice. The doorknob turns. Then the door is pushed open. A young teen comes into the room. He’s wearing nice clothes, he has a nice watch on his wrist, and his hair is gelled up. He’s Nick’s brother, Matt.
Nick: What do you want?
Matt: I heard what happened.
Nick: And?
Matt: Gotta say...I’m proud of ya, bro. You showed that Henderson kid who’s boss.
Nick: I guess…Thanks, Matt. At least you understand…
Matt: Uncle Chris is just strict, Nick. But he does it so we turn out well. He’s got big shoes to fill ever since dad died. He’s making us men. You’ll appreciate everything he’s done one day. But come on man. You worry me. All you do is come right to your room when you get home from school. Now that there is no school, you’ll probably be locked in here forever. And you barely talk to me anymore…Come on, man.
Nick: I don’t need a lecture. Get out, Matt.
Matt only needed to be told once. He leaves the room as soon as Nick tells him to. Nick needed to be alone. He needed peace. He needed to think of what he’d do with his life…
Matt: But before I go…let me say this, Nicholas. You can’t be a loner forever.
With that, Matt leaves. Nick lies down on his bed, closes his eyes, and falls asleep. It’s time for a change. Matt’s right. He can’t be a loner forever. Is Nick that afraid of getting hurt? That he can’t even talk to his brother anymore? Nick once felt good when he was with Matt. But now…even Matt doesn’t seem like a friend to him. Why is he so afraid of talking to people? Getting close to them? Nobody knows…only Nick does. And he won’t tell anybody…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:10:53 GMT -5
Mind Games: Misflight Danny Mainer/Jake Cheng When we return to ACW programming it’s a pre-recorded video from the weekend just gone. ACW were packing up and ready to go to South Korea but they had just a few bits and pieces to do. The tickets had been booked for the plane over there and they were ready to go. The scene shows a weedy looking intern carrying a huge stack of envelopes walking down the hallway. He clearly appears to be struggling with the load. Of course being weedy and whatnot it’d be nice if some sort of bystander would help him but that isn’t going to happen, quite the opposite in fact. It’s a narrow corridor with several locker room doors and one dumpster right across from the door in front of us, Jake Cheng’s room. The invitational guy is about to take the Asian Extraordinaire’s airport ticket and slide it under the door but he’s intercepted by a man pushing a dinner-cart. This man is none other then Danny Mainer. The State of the Art has a master plan. Danny: Heyyyy bro! You look like you could use a hand there man.The weedy intern smiles and chuckles at the former International Champion who is not to pleased about what he’s about to hear. Weedy Intern: Heheh. No thank you, I’m quite alright here on my own thank you.Danny cocks an eyebrow at the fact his help is being turned down. Danny: NOBODY says no to me.Danny acts swiftly kicking the intern in the stomach causing him to drop all the envelopes which scatter all over the floor. The intern lets out a yelp and squirms as his head is grabbed. Danny drags the intern over to the dumpster and slams his face into the metal frame, he lets out a nerdy little moan of pain while Danny lifts up the lid of the dumpster before kicking the intern in the stomach before thrusting his head between Mainer’s legs. Mainer then tiger-bombs the weedy kid into the dumpster which is filled with all sorts of trash. He drops him in with ease before slamming the lid shut. Danny then moves the diner-cart over to the side right next to the dumpster and quickly sorts through the envelopes that the man dropped before picking up the one that says “JAKE CHENG” in big, bold, permanent markers. He opens up the envelope being very gentle not to tear or damage the paper and he pulls out a plane ticket which says “2nd Class Ticket: South Korea” with all the details of the kind of plane it is and when the flights are taking off which is roughly in 3 hours. Danny pulls a replacement ticket out of his pocket and slides it in the JAKE CHENG envelope exchanging Jake’s South Korea ticket to somewhere else…. He then seals it back up and slides it under his door. He then looks through the scattered pile chucking to the side ones that say “RATTLESNAKE”, “DAN WHITE” and “ADRIAN FLAMINGO” until he finally finds the “DANNY MAINER” one. He opens it up and pulls out the ticket expecting to see a First Class ticket to South Korea but finds it’s third class. Danny: What the shit?Cashing in on Jake’s ticket, he swaps it around and hears hubbub from the inside of the locker room, he quickly gathers up the envelopes and runs over to the dumpster with his arms full of them. He then throws them all in the dumpster, a job which the man inside the dumpster will later clear up. When Jake Cheng springs out through the locker room door Danny has already disappeared under the blanketed surface of the catering tray. Cheng looks at his ticket and then walks back in with a “Hmm” before shrugging his shoulders and walking in. Danny then climbs out and picks himself up, he dusts himself off and then sprints down the corridor leaving the chaos to the rest of its devices. As we begin to close we’re shown Jake in a smart-suit sat on a first-class seat of this very lavish aeroplane. We’re then cut to a shot of Danny holding a glass of wine in second class as we turn to black. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:12:11 GMT -5
“The Former World Champion Blues” Credit: The Fashion Express [These days Aiden feels as if something is missing from his life and he couldn’t be more correct on his assumption. In his mind he believes a few pounds of gold that used to reside around his waist has been stolen, and though some days he feels like he is over it, there are moments where he recesses back to feelings of dismay. Sitting alongside his tag team partner in the otherwise vacant Senatorial Stable locker room, he is experiencing one of those moments. In comparison, the Train could not be more happier as the ACW Entertainment Title is now back in his possession, a fact he isn’t shy about sharing ... ] Thunder Train: Wow, this belt sure is shiny. Aiden: ..... Train: Seriously, take a look! You can see your own reflection in it! Aiden: Shut up. Train: Why don’t you give it a try with your - [The Train slams on the breaks before he finishes his most premeditated sentence.] Train: Oh that’s right, you don’t have a title anymore! Aiden: I do hope you know James that if you were anyone else, your head would be off your shoulders by now. Train: I’m just giving you a rough time, boss! Seriously, the Train is not only hungry for food, but for gold shiny belts as well! That is why I’ve taken the proper steps to ensure we win the tag tournament! It’s all depressing seeing you down all the time! I’m going to make you a World Champion again, a World TAG Champion! Aiden*rolling eyes*: And how do you propose that? [The Train’s smile reaches both his ears and his eyes quickly shift from left to right. Aiden watches on disturbed wondering if his body guard is having a seizure; however, before he has to prod James’ body with a stick, The Train reveals his big secret.] Train: WITH MY NEW ENERGY BAR: TRAIN ENERGY! [From his back pocket the Train whips out mouth sex wrapped up in a gold foil.] Aiden: You have your own energy bar now? Train: Mhm! It is filled all the essential vitamins to make you go WHOOOOOO WHOOOOOOO! [Train places it in Aiden’s hands. As Aiden’s fingers fold over it, he thinks back to the moment when he first met James. He was entertaining in tiny gyms located in even smaller towns and now in a matter of months, he has his first endorsement deal. He’s figuratively grown up in front of his eyes and as his mentor, he can’t help but feel overjoyed.] Aiden: I’M SO PROUD OF YOU! COME HERE! [James’ gesture does what he had hoped and snaps Aiden out of his funk. Leaping up off his chair, Aiden tosses both arms around the Train and tightly squeezes him. Though this display of man love is making Aiden’s heart flutter, it makes the recipient most uncomfortable.] Train: Uhhh, You can let me go now. Aiden: No. Train: Okay. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:12:38 GMT -5
Segment: Training the lady (Mr. Red)
The cameras fade in this time to a fitness club. Mr. Red and his wife are working out. They are in a wrestling ring. Mrs. Red puts Mr. Red in a headlock. She is reversed and pushed toward the ropes. She bounces off the ropes and comes back to shoulder block her man. Mr. Red nips back to his feet.
Mr. Red: Very nice, honey. How do you feel now?
Mrs. Red: I feel fine. Let's go to the submissions and fun stuff.
Mr. Red: You have to learn all the basics to set up the submissions.
Mrs. Red quickly hits a drop toe hold on Mr. Red and locks in an STF.
Mr. Red: Hey, hey, hey.
Mr. Red starts tapping and trying to wiggle free out from under Mrs. Red.
Mrs. Red: What's so basic about that? I didn't have to set you up or anything.
Mr. Red squeals from his spot in the submission hold.
Mr. Red: I wasn't even in wrestling form yet. That wasn't a wrestling situation.
Mrs. Red lets Mr. Red back to his feet. Once he gets to his feet, she whips him to the ropes and then powerslams him to the mat.
Mr. Red lets out a groan as he hits the mat.
Mr. Red: How the.......
Mrs. Red giggles and pulls her man to his feet again.
Mr. Red: Yea....I think we should take a break. I gotta ask you. How did you pull those off so easily and so well?
Mrs. Red: I have been watching you, honey. I see everything you do and record it in my head to try if I have to.
Mr. Red stares at her before going to get a drink of water. He can see she is hiding something but doesn't feel like questioning. He is thinking about adding a new title to his list.
Mr. Red: You and I are going to rip apart this tag division. Once I get you trained completely, we will be a force.
Mrs. Red: I am better than you think.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:15:38 GMT -5
Segment: Surroundings (credit to Chris Cooley)
Backstage, the crew is seen working, focusing to get the Warfare show out on time. The door leading out to the parking lot opens, and 'Cowboy' Chris Cooley steps inside the arena. Tom, a backstage crew member, greets him at the door.
Tom - Hi! My name's Tom. I understand you’re new here, let me show you around.
Chris - Look.....Tom. I don't need your help to 'show me around'. I can handle that myself. Just point me to my locker room and make yourself useful and carry my bags.
Tom, carrying Chris Cooley's bags, takes the 'Cowboy' to his locker room. Passing various wrestlers and employees on ACW. They stop outside a big, wooden door with the sign 'Men's Locker Room' written on it.
Tom - Here you go, Sir. This is your locker room. Would you like me to place your bags in here as well, or will you be doing that.
Chris - Wait a minute, Tom. This isnt my locker room. This is the general locker room for all the midcarders and jobbers. I'm not a midcarder, and I'm definately not a jobber. You may think this some sort of joke, but I'm not laughing. Where is my locker room?
Tom - Sir, this is where I have been told to place you....
*Cooley cuts him off*
Chris - Jim, don't call me Sir. Call me, Cowboy. No, call me Mr. Cooley. Got it?
Tom - Sir....I mean, Mr. Cooley. My name's Tom, not Jim.
Chris - That's what I said. Tom. Are you contradicting me?
Tom - No Sir...I mean, Cowboy...I mean, Mr. Cooley. I'm not trying to contradict you, however, you did....
*Tom is cut off again*
Chris - I did what, Tom? Huh? What did I do?
As the look on his face becomes one of anger, Chris Cooley's face suddenly cracks a smile, and jokingly laughs.
Chris - Geez, Tom. It looks like you've seen a ghost. There's nothing to be worried about, I'm not gonna hurt you.
Tom - *Phew* that's good. You see, I have a wife and two kids, and they would be so mad, they always warn me not to annoy you guys, because you guys will hurt me.
Chris - Tom? Is it Tom? I don't want to hear your life story. No offence, because I bet it's a really great story. However, there's more important things to worry about. Like, finding me my locker room.
Tom picks up the bags, and he and Chris walk for about ten minutes, trying to find a vacant locker room. Out of luck, a tired Tom finally speaks up.
Tom - Look, I've been lugging these things around for ages. Please, can I leave them in the locker room with the rest of the guys?
Chris - I told you I'm not going in there. They have no right even being in the same building as me, let alone the same room. Listen, just take them out to my truck in the parking lot. I just remembered, I don't have a match this week. So I don't need them. Sorry bout that Tim.
Tom - It's Tom, not Tim. *Tim's face now beginning to show signs of anger.*
Chris - Geez man, chill. You have no reason to be upset. You have a wife and two kids was it? Look, just take these out to my truck, and I'll shout ya a beer.
Tom - That'd be great, thank you.
They both head back otuside toward the parking lot toward Cooley's pickup.
Tom - Nice wheels. Own any other vehicles?
Chris - Yeah, I have a motorbike I drive around on as well. But, normally I drive this around, that way I can sit in the back, drink my beer, and throw the bottles at people once I'm finished. Anyways, just throw the bags in the back, and we'll see what we've got here.
Gasping for air, and in dire need of a drink. Tom puts the bags in the back of the pickup
Chris - Here ya are. For helping me and whatnot.
Cooley hands Tom a beer. Tom opens it up and starts drinking, as Cooley starts up his pickup and begins to leave.
Tom - Is this flat? This is flat?
Chris - Is it? Sorry man. I didnt know. All of these must be flat. I'll haveta go by some more. Sorry about that man, I really am.
Tom - That's ok. It was good to know you a little. I'm guessing I'll see you at the next show then? I'll try and sort out the locker situation before then. Bye!
As Tom waves goodbye in the background, 'Cowboy' Chris Cooley leaves the arena. As he leaves, he reaches down and grabs a beer, cold, straight from the cooler. He mutters something to himself.
Chris - I knew that beer was flat. That douche aint getting any of my beer.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:16:48 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW Junior Title Revial Special Event! Amo The Great vs. Gooey Garth (Credit: Jonny Spade)
As we come back from a commercial break, we see both Gooey and Amo in the ring already, waiting for the ref to kick things into gear.
* bell rings *
Both men stand in the centre of the ring looking at each other. Gooey looks a little scared though being that he hasn’t been in a ring for quite a long time. He looks over to Jonny who is there at ringside Amo flexes his muscles in intimidation towards Gooey and he flinches abit. Amo laughs and moves in for a body shot but Gooey ducks under the arm and swings around the back of Amo and begins to give body shots of his own to the kidney’s of Amo that send him to the corner. The crowd pops and Gooey feeds off of their energy and spins him around so hes standing on the middle rope now punching at his head,
1…2…3…4…5….
Just as Gooey is about to get to the 6th punch, Amo moves his arms under the legs of Gooey and slams him down for a powerbomb. Both men lay there catching their breath and Jonny begins to bang on the mat to encourage Gooey to get up which gets the fans more involved and makes them start to clap their hands as well. Both men get to their knees and begin throwing punches at each other and then once they both get to their feet Gooey “Unleashes the Beast” which consists of a thumb to the eye, three headbutts, a Mongolian Chop and then spinning opponent around, kick to back of knee, rake the back and then a hair pull into knee strike to head causing Amo to fall to the mat, and getting a rise out of the crowd once again. Gooey feeling proud of himself, looks towards Jonny for approval but only to see him yelling at Gooey to make the cover. Gooey looks back and quickly makes a cover on Amo to only get a 1.5 count.
Gooey stands up on his feet once again and picks up Amo by the head but just as he does so Amo gives him a body shot making him slouch over. Amo stands up and then lifts Gooey up over his head for a military press and then drops Gooey behind him, which makes him fall hard to the mat. The crowd boos him but all Amo does is just taunt them with poses and what not. He then moves over to Gooey and picks him up and stands him on his feet and grabs him for his Amo Driver, but Gooey suspects it coming and shifts all his weight so it makes it more difficult for Amo to pick him up. Gooey then shifts himself again and reverses his hold which lets him lift Amo up onto his shoulders for the Cheese Dip. The crowd (along with Jonny) pops huge as it lands on the mat, and everyone counts with the ref as Gooey picks up the 3 count to win his first match back.
Phillip: Here is your winner….GooeyGarth!!!
Jonny rushes into the ring to hold up Gooey who looks to be visibly tired from his first match he wrestled in over a year. Jonny helps him to the back as the ref attends to Amo to make sure he is ok.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:20:08 GMT -5
Segment: All work - no play (Credit: BK London)
As the segment opens up once again, we see none other than Chairman Gingerdude in his lavish office Rather than completing some necessary paperwork that we've become accustomed to interrupting, he appears to be talking on the phone - and talking rather loudly at that.
Gingerdude: What do you mean he says the paycheck isn't big enough?! This is bigger than his Omega Effect payoff last year! We only need him for ONE show.
The high pitched mumuring of a woman on the other line can be heard, but what she's specifically saying is absolutely inaudible.
Gingerdude: OH YEAH?! Well you tell him that if he EVER wants to work in Hollywood again, he'll give me a call and we'll chop this out. Goodbye!
And with that, the Chairman slams the phone down on the hook before letting out a huge sigh. He now attends back to his paper work, looking through several contracts and files until he's interrupted by his own secretary.
Secretary: Um, Mr. Gingerdude sir?
He continues to search through his paperwork while talking, not even laying his eyes on his secretary in front of him.
Gingerdude: Hmm, what? What is it Shelly? I'm a bit busy at the moment. I've got to figure out this International Title situation, find some old talent to book at the ACW Anniversary show, and then I've got to go out to the ring and make my huge announcement.
Secretary: I understand that sir, but I've just been updated on the condition of Jerome Carter, and I thought you would like to know how he's doing.
Gingerdude: Jerome Carter, huh? Well, how IS he doing?
Secretary: Dr. Makabe, who talks closely with his other cousin - Dr. Makabe at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn -
Gingerdude: - Wait wait wait - exactly how many Mr. Makabes are there?
Secretary: Quite a few I believe, they're all inter-related one way or another.
Gingerdude: Like those...those Nurse Joys on Pokêmon?
Secretary: Sort of, but back to Mr. Carter's condition, it appears he's still not in any condition to compete in the near future. He's still suffering from the collapsed lung, sporadic concussions, and internal bleeding thanks to the attack by Adrian Flamingo a few weeks ago.
You would think the Chairman would have sympathy for the 20 year old, but not today. Upon hearing that news, the Chairman's expression turns from grimacing to one of acceptance. He lightly rocks his head back and forth while possibly contemplating something.
Gingerdude: Is that all Shelly?
Secretary: I believe so sir.
Gingerdude: Thank you, you may return to your desk now.
And with that she exits while Gingerdude briefly contemplates a decision for what to do with Jerome Carter. But within moments, he finds himself back to his paper work and making a few calls, the ACW Anniversary show is only a week away - and everything has to be perfect.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 2, 2008 16:23:44 GMT -5
My Time Is Now!Minds Games Part 2: No Matter WhatPart 4: Arriving In The Wrong Korea Credit: Jake Cheng I fumed for the entire plane right. I should have been more careful. Mainer wasn’t going to take my prank sitting down. And everything seemed fine too right up until we got into the air and the pilot said...
Pilot: Welcome passengers, we are now at an altitude of thirty-thousand feet and we will remain at this height for the remainder of the flight. Arrival time will be three o clock in Pyongyang, North Korea. After having to be calmed down by several flight attendants, I made a plan. First was my revenge for Danny Mainer when I see him in Sydney, Australia. Second was my plan to get down to South Korea. They wouldn’t let me use my phone on the plane and that Airphone is too fucking expensive. And then I just sat there, watched a shitty movie with no subtitles, listened to my iPod, cut a promo, which you’ll probably see later, and then we landed.
The worst news was when I tried to get a flight to South Korea. I have to wait a whole day here. There were no connecting flights at all. I bet they just made that up to make me miserable. So I got a hotel room in the place next to airport and dropped my stuff off. And now here I am, lying on the made bed, watching reruns of 24.
Suddenly, I can hear a voice in my head... Kirsten: Training constantly, pushing yourself to the limit. Not until you do that, will you earn the International Title. That’s what she said back in England after we learned about the battle royal. Although the match has changed, she is still right. I hop off the bed, rifle through my bag, quickly change into some workout clothes, throw on running shows, turn the picture of Kiefer Sutherland to a picture of....an off TV, and leave.
Because This Is Too Short For One Segment....2 Hours Later After hours of asking around and trying to find someone who knew Chinese or even English in the heart of Pyongyang, North Korea, I finally found what I was looking for:
GYM I hesitated for a slight moment, but opened the doors into the gym. The place looked straight out of the gym from Rocky, except for being a bunch of white guys, it happened to be a bunch of Asian dudes. Go figure. I don’t know what was worse, the ring being all the way in the back or when everyone looked at me as I walked to the ring. I finally got in sight of the poor quality ring used probably just got boxing or MMA, due to the top rope being nonexistent. Most of them went right back to working out, not caring that a random guy came into the gym to work out, but a group of four guys came up to me to start trouble. Jake: Umm, hello- Man: You are not to speak until Chin says. Jake: O....k. Right, so there was an awkward silence until the four men parted and a six foot two inch tall, maybe two hundred pound, Korean man walks between them and up to me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was the size of Nick Durden. I’ll assume he was Chin.
Chin: Hello there. What brings you to my gym? Jake: I need a place to work out for today while I am stuck in the city. Chin: And you just thought you could barge in here a strut through the gym like you owed it. Jake: I don’t know if I did any barging or strutting- Chin: Wait a minute, I know that face...those dreadlocks...your Jake Cheng of ACW. Jake: Yep. Chin: So just because you are famous, you think you can just have my ring? Jake: Buddy, calm it down, I was gonna- Chin: Buddy? I am not your buddy. Jake: Listen, Chin, I just want to train for my qualification match on Thursday. May I use your ring? Pretty please. With sugar on top? Chin stomps his foot on the ground hard and everyone in the gym stops what they are doing. They all start to move toward the conflict near the ring. All of a sudden, all the Korean men in the gym circled me and Chin moved towards me. He gets up in my grill and I can’t believe I thought that.
Chin: You can use the ring...but you’ll have to fight me for it. The next thing I know I’m in the ring, knuckles and ankles taped, wearing a mouth guard and squaring off against Chin. Fuck, what did I get myself into? I can’t fight like this. I have no clue what do to in a submission. Fuck it, I’ll just kick the shit out of him.
And that I did. One high roundhouse kick is all I need: the ball of my foot connecting with his lower jaw. Chin twists and crumples to the ring as the crowd counts to ten. They probably could have got to thirteen but they started counting slower in the end, hanging onto the hope that Chin would get up. But he didn’t and actually had to be carried out of the ring.
My first thought was that I would have loved for Kirsten to be here. First off to show her that I’m gonna knock out her brother in one move. And second to show I how far I’ve come over the past week. The Henshin Hero doesn’t stand a chance.
The show was over and many of the men returned to what they were doing. A couple got into the ring and patted me on the back and we did some workouts. All and in, a successful detour.
Fade Out.
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