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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:49:01 GMT -5
Segment: The Death of Senator Steve Phillips (Credit: Dan White)
The fans are on their feet as a camera pans across the arena; Sydney, Australia, has held host to a proud number of ACW events in the past. The mood then turns somewhat hostile as "You Think I'm Lonely?" by The Horrors hits, and Dan White walks out of the titantron. He has a bit of a smug on his face as he walks down, and climbs into the ring. The lights turn on, and there is a podium, not unlike one that a well-known politician would use when addresing important declarations. The ring is also covered in a huge dark blue carpet, with a "Senator Steve Phillips" logo brandished across. There are also two large poles behind the podium, holding up a banner which read the "Senator Steve Phillips retirement party". This obviously causes some upraor, and the fans are quick to give Dan a bit of heat as the music fades, and Dan stands behind the podium.
Dan: Hello, Australia. I need to get something off my chest before I begin. I hate you guys.
Not the most witty way to earn heat, but the Aussies jeer nonetheless.
Dan: No no, I have a very good reason. I was taken aside at Sydney airport, and they asked me if I had any previous convictions. I told them I didn't know you needed any! I was thinking it was a 2-convinction minimum record to enter the country!
Serious jeers now. An Aussie isn't fond of its history of being the land where British prisoners were shipped off too, and make themselves heard. Dan pauses, allowing them to die down, which takes a couple of moments, before continuing.
Dan: Now, onto serious issues. As you can see, I am here to host none other than the Steve Phillips Retirement Party! And in traditional Steve fashion, I've managed to decorate it with the most mundane, boring scheme ever. But I guess Phillips would have appreciated this, as he is of course, a boring mundane person. Now; I have prepared a little something for you all to feast your eyes upon. It is a proud piece of work. I didn't create it myself, I consider myself to be technologically retarded, but I had the say in the input, so here we have "The History of Steve Phillips".
Attention turns to the titantron, as the camera fades.
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29th January 2005, Ragnarok "Senator Steve Phillips' Debut"
Suddenly, red, white, and blue tickertape shoots out of the entranceway, and the majestic strains of “Hail to the Chief” play over the sound system as a familiar face struts proudly out from behind the curtain. For just a second there’s silence again, then…..
Crowd member: It’s the Senator!!
Senator Steve Phillips re-enters the arena for the first time since the end of the GFWWE, dressed in his trademark boxing style shorts, taped wrists, and with a red "Steve Phillips for Senator" t-shirt on. The Senator looks over the crowd and gives his signature Victory pose to a resounding cheer. The cheers go on as he walks to the ring and enters it, taking a mic from a waiting assistant.
Senator: It’s good to be back, and that is nothing but the truth!
Another big pop. The Senator waits for order before continuing.
Senator: For those of you who do not know who I am, my name is Senator Steve Phillips, but you may call me the Senator. I had an elaborate speech planned for this occasion, but I hope you people will excuse me if I forgo that, and just spend some time reveling in my return.
The Senator takes a deep breath as he surveys the crowd and gets an amused look in his eyes.
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25th June 2005, Omega Effect I "Senator Steve Phillips vs. Latino"
Latino gets up, shuffles, and drops a series of elbows. The Senator is out on his feet, barely able to recover when Latino goes for a superkick to his temple…but the Senator is able to catch it into a dragon screw, which he links directly to a vertical elevated half boston crab, his original finisher, the Tax Cut. Latino struggles to escape, but is not able to. The Senator holds on for over a minute, however, with Latino not giving up, Phillips looks frustrated enough to let go of the hold…but for the second time in the match, gets a strange look on his face, turning inside, reaching back, and hooking the other leg, then steps back, behind Latino’s arms, and leaning forward into a torture submission.
Dwight: No, not this, no, I warned him not to do that move! Please don’t do it! You don’t need the Nuclear Option!
The Senator hears Dwight’s pleas, but shakes his head, and in one of the five most dangerous spots in ACW history, he bends slightly down, before leaping straight up, and what goes up…must follow the laws of physics, and this is no exception, as the Senator nails Latino into the mat with an unprotected neck spike. Tiger Hattori leaps up from his seat at ringside, motioning to Fleming to stop the match, but the stubborn ACW head referee waves him off furiously. The Senator then steels himself one more time, leaping into the air again, piledriving Latino once again…and off the impact of the second neck spike, and off Latino’s spinal column, the Senator executes a third and final piledriver out of the Nuclear Option, hushing the entire audience in the Arena.
Edison: Holy hand of Strangelove, that…was…INSANE!!!
Phillips finally lets go of the hold, allowing Latino to crumple to the mat, and shortly after, follows suit, in a convenient position, set up for the pin…1…2…3!!
Phillips: Your real winner, the Senator, Steve Phillips!
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24th June 2006, Omega Effect II "The Senator's Last Bow (Senator vs. Kudo Yasuda)"
Kudo then runs off the ropes, going for a running Yakuza Knee, but Phillips somehow ducks the impact enough to catch his opponent over a shoulder, going for a rare Presidential Powerbomb, however, Yasuda is able to roll backwards, landing on his feet, going for another KO Exploder, squatting deep, and lifting his opponent up...but Phillips somehow manages to counter it into a high angle inside cradle...
...1
...2
...Kudo kicks out, rolling the pin over into one of his own...
...1
...2
...The Senator kicks out, at the last millisecond! As both get back up to their feet, Kudo leaps up right into another Yakuza Knee, staggering Phillips, but not dropping him, getting him up into a fireman carry, spinning around, and tossing the Senator right into the path of a lightning knee strike to the chin, finally hitting the Go 2 Sleep! Kudo considers dragging the Senator out of the corner he landed in to cover for the pin...but instead does something else...
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Kudo Yasuda's been going for the Go 2 Sleep the entire match, but when he hits it...he doesn't pin? Maxwell McNally: Wait, Kudo's headed up to the opposite corner, what could he possibly be thinking of doing? “Fast” Eddie Edison: He's climbing out onto the apron, and staring down the Senator from all the way across? No way, nobody could possibly connect from that range, not with any accuracy, not in an ACW ring... Maxwell McNally: The Senator's recovering somewhat from that Go 2 Sleep, but he doesn't look all that aware of his surroundings, could this be it...oh no, Kudo's bracing himself here, pulling back as far as he can on the ropes, leaping up onto the top rope...and slingshotting foward across the length of the entire ring, connecting straight into the Senator's head with an incredible, see it to believe it corner to corner Yakuza Knee! “Fast” Eddie Edison: DAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNGERRRRRRRROOOOOUUUUUSSSS!!! Maxwell McNally: I can scarcely believe my two eyes on what they just witnessed! That was one of the most breathtaking moves I have seen in all my days...and Eddie, for Heaven's sake, take a breath before you pass out! “Fast” Eddie Edison: *Cough* *Urk* Max...hit...the...replay...on that, and...someone...get me water!
[[Replay]] Kudo Yasuda, after hitting the Go 2 Sleep, for some reason, instead of going for the pin, walks rapidly over to the opposite corner. He climbs outside of the ropes, onto the apron, and stalks his opponent as he rises slowly to a wobbly footing. The Senator seems to be somewhat out on his feet as he gets up, and does not seem to really notice his surroundings. However, Kudo certainly does, as he pulls back hard on the ropes...and slingshots up onto the top rope, the incredible momentum of the leap carrying him across the entire ring in the blink of an eye, as he twists his body into a missile style Yakuza Knee that connects with a thunderclap of an impact with the Senator's head, dropping him to the mat, and neither man moves after the move. [[/Replay]]
Kudo starts to crawl over, inch by inch, straining just enough with his battered and exhausted body to drop a single arm over his opponent for the cover...
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Phillip: Your winner, Mr. KO, YASUDA, KUDOOOOO!
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:49:20 GMT -5
29th July 2006, Seven Deadly Sins "Senator's Real Last Match (Senatorial Stipulations vs. Hunter)"
Hunter leaps backwards and spins around, and then pulls the Senator down into the Rubix Cube position. The two of them soar through the air slowly, though at this time both their minds are racing. Hunter knows that after hitting a move such as this, he could simply pin the Senator and then throw him out of the ring and most definitely win the match. But the Senator thinks about something else entirely, and midair he springs. His arms grab onto Hunter’s legs and twist them together, and he uses his remaining momentum to continue spinning, so as Hunter is falling face down onto the mat. And they land just like that, and at that exact moment the Senator is able to complete the locking in of the Victory Lock II!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: OH…OH…MY…GOD. DAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS! HOLY MOTHER OF MERCY THAT WAS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROUS!!!
Maxwell McNally: The Senator just reversed the Alter Event into the Victory Lock II!
“Fast” Eddie Edison: Make that the AVALANCHE Victory Lock II! The Senator has it all!
Hunter feels the stinging sensation…no, sensation is too tame of a word. Hunter has never felt such pain before, and when he looks around, he realizes that he is directly in the center of the ring. There are no ropes even remotely close to him, and given that he just fell on his gut from a minimum height of fifteen feet, he is in no condition to crawl over to grab one of the ropes.
Maxwell McNally: Will he tap!?
Hunter feels as if his legs are going to come off at any moment, but he continues to fight the pain. Now he realizes what the Senator was…or rather, wasn’t doing. That was no moonsault he attempted. The Senator knew full well that Hunter would attempt the Alter Event, and he set it up for him. But not so that he could hit the move…and Hunter smiles. The fans are all on their feet as they look on at Hunter’s right hand, which lays motionlessly in the center of the ring.
“Fast” Eddie Edison: How can someone possibly hold on for this long? Why won’t he tap?
Not even Hunter can answer that question. He knows full well that the match will end right here. Perhaps it’s that sense of ego inside him that wants to hold out…but what’s the point? After asking himself this, and realizing what the answer is…that is when he finally does it. He does what the Senator wants, and what every fan is anticipating: he taps out. And the noise is lovely.
Philip: And after securing a submission, here is your winner………THE SENATOR!!!
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27th March 2007, Genocide "World Heavyweight Champion"
Emmerson, though, starts to see his own title slip from his grasp, which gives him a bit of renewed energy. He walks over, punching Phillips in the head, further opening up his cut with the fist and then prying away with both hands at the wound. Phillips answers with a series of alternating boxing style punches to the ribs, throwing left and right hooks with abandon, mixing up roundhouse kicks into the equation, and doubling Chance over, going behind, and goes for a backdrop suplex.
Edison: No way! He can't lift that big man off the mat!
And indeed, he can't as Chance counters with elbows to the head, clasping on a side headlock, while he fires punches into the top of his opponent's head. Emmerson steps back, posing in a Muay Thai position, and sends his opponent flying back into the ropes with a front kick to the chest. As the Senator returns, Emmerson goes for his Ka-Li-Ma once again...but this is a devastating mistake, as Phillips is able to shoot his foot up, connecting flush with his opponent's skull.
McNally: A thunderous Partisan Kick delivered by the Senator! That move's finished many of our all time greats here!
Chance falls back, but not over, but this only leaves him open for a second Partisan Kick, that sends him rolling down to the mat, and back onto his hands and knees. Finally, Phillips takes a deep breath, starting over to the opposite ropes, bouncing off them, and coming off them on the return, he approaches his opponent at a low altitude, sliding on the mat with one knee, fully extending the other leg into a brutal sliding variation on the Partisan Kick, which drops the ACW Champion down to the mat, sending the Arena into near silence, as RAF rushes over to make the count...
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Phillip Jones: Your winner, and NEW ACW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, SENATOR STEVE PHILLIPS!
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July 28th 2007, Seven Deadly Sins "From World to International (vs. Thunderkiss in a Classic Steel Cage)"
Referee Keiji Makabe backs the raving and quite crazy Thunderkiss away, allowing Cliff Mortimer to check on the competitor from the outside. The cage has left a huge welt on the wrestling politician's back, and Mortimer hurriedly tries to force the cage back, only budging it an inch, but that's enough for Phillips to painfully roll back under the ropes, and off the apron.
McNally: It appears that we bought this cage on a bargain, it's hardly as sturdy as it appears to be, especially if Thunderkiss was able to completely break the lower braces holding the walls together on it, before dropping it down at an angle onto the Senator's back. The strengh that such a feat involved is simply unreal.
TK picks his opponent up, points to his arm, calling for the Goodnight Kiss...he dashes off the ropes, running right back at the broken and bloody Senator, right as he unleashes his kill shot, the deadly Axe Bomber...or at least, he would, if Phillips didn't duck the move at the very last moment, reaching back, and somehow pulling Thunderkiss over into a horribly strained backslide pin, barely maintaining the bridge, but somehow doing so anyway...
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Phillip: Your winner, and NEW International Champion, Senator Steve Phillips!
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April 26th 2008, Fallen Heroes "The Unfallen Hero"
The noise is incredible as FSX rights himself; summoning his strength, he jumps up and knees Senator in the face. The Senator staggers backward, three quarters of the way across the ring, his world now spinning, and FSX throws himself into the ropes and thunders forward.
The Senator’s heart is pounding; one more hit and he’ll be history, for his endurance is at an end. All the possibilities race through his mind, and at the last moment, he makes a momentous decision.
FSX is prepared for a back body drop; what he is not prepared for is the stalling, vertical hold which the Senator elevates him into. Gambling everything, the Senator twists around in a circle, once, twice, making both himself and FSX totally dizzy; and then he backpedals, totally blind….
FSX kicks wildly, destabilizing the pair of them just as the Senator veers backward into the ropes. As FSX’s weight comes down, he strikes the top rope, and tumbles to the outside… with the Senator falling in his wake. Less than a second separates them, but it’s FSX who hits the mats first; the Senator lands on top of him before rolling off.
The bell rings, and Philip pauses to get confirmation before making his final announcement to the thrilled capacity crowd….
Philip: Fallen Souls has been eliminated! Which means… The winner of this year’s Fallen Heroes Rumble is Senator Steve Phillips![/i]
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The titantron fades, and the audience applaud the video, and a "SEN-AT-OR!" chant begins in the crowd. Reliving some of Phillips' finest memories in ACW is a big nostalgia hit for many of the fans, and Dan is even appluading, if somewhat sarcastically.
Dan: Bravo, Phillips. You have indeed left a memorable career. You've even done things I could have only ever dreamed of doing, and if it wasn't for your greediness, your hogging of the spotlight, maybe some younger blood like my own would have had a chance of beginning a great career!
More boos from the crowd, but Dan looks like he ain't finished.
Dan: Hold on, I'm not finished here.
Told you.
Dan: There is one final clip missing from that video package that I just remembered. And if I'm correct in knowing, I think we have it right now.
The titantron comes to life again, and the title reads "May 8th 2008, Senator's Demise", which understandably doesn't yield a great reaction from the crowd.
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Ivor Biggin takes a position right to his left, trying to slow Senator down, and cut off his options, but only succeeds in the latter, as Phillips sees a clear chance at an outright victory...when disaster strikes...at full force.
***CRACK***
Dan White, with a bloodcurdling yell, takes an interceptor angle at his opponent, sliding in with a diving boot held on a straight line, catching the Senator right under the knee with a cringe worthy kick, nearly inverting him in mid air on the impact.
David Beckham runs over to the scene, holding up a red card at the unrepentant Welsh Dragon, who merely glares over his fallen foe, while the rest of the players make their way to Phillips. Dwight immediately calls for the medics as he observes the Senator's leg, and after a few brief words to Beckham, the match is ended with ten seconds left in regular time.
Champion: This is an unfortunate turn of events, you never want to see something like this happen, not in a professional match, and certainly not in a friendly match like this.
Chairman Gingerdude, for his part, yells for security, and has his now-former teammate hauled off the pitch, a furious expression on his face.
Bardo: Wrestlers and soccer...never should have mixed the two...
The stretcher is rushed to the scene of the injury, and the medics have little problem getting Phillips situated.
Bardo: You really know something's bad when he allows himself to be stretchered away. Senator Phillips is not the type to let anyone help him out of the ring.
Champion: Didn't you say that man was in line for your heavyweight title belt?
Bardo: Not mine, but yeah, ACW's top management's not happy with this, I know. Especially Ginger, out there. If he already hated Dan White before, I can't imagine he'd be on good terms now. This is going to drastically change the Omega Effect main event if Phillips is hurt as bad as he looks.
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There are jeers again, and the "SEN-AT-OR!!" chants are growing louder and louder.
Dan: You know, Senator has seldom made an appearance even off-camera since his injury. Rumour has it he's taken it badly, and I can't say I'm surprised.
"SEN-AT-OR!!"
"SEN-AT-OR!!"
"SEN-AT-OR!!"
Dan: Ooh, you know what'd be grand?! If I joined you in with your chanting! After three - one, two three...SENATOR! SENATOR! SENATOR!
The fans don't look impressed, but are keeping an eye on the ramp, in hope that their hero will make an entrance, and proceed to beat Dan's arse down.
Dan: The bottom line is, you can wait and look at that titantron all you want to, it will not make a difference. I've seen footballers who could have been your Ronaldos, your Del Pieros, your Xavis, your Kewells -
Brief stop in the "SEN-AT-OR!!" chanting to pop for the Australian footballing legend
Dan: - And they could have earned millions in their careers, but it was cut short due to the EXACT same injury suffered to Phillips. Getting angrier At the end of the day, Phillips will not be coming out of that titantron tonight, next Monday night, a fortnight's time, at Omega Effect, at Fallen Heroes 2006, at Omega Effect VII, at any time. I would not go out my way to make a two-bit retirement ceremony, which is more than the man deserves, to make a fool out of myself. What do you think will happen, Hail To The Chief will play? You'll all leap to your hero? Phillips will rush down here, scare me away and destroy this set? Will let me tell you something. Cliches are what you all come to expect now, and what you hope will happen. The wedding is always interrupted. The title award ceremony is always interfered with. Well the fact to the matter is that you will not get that here. A number of you so very cunningly reminded me that I have never secured a pinfall win over Phillips. That might be well and true, but what is a pinfall worth over the death of a career? That is my friends, the call of the dragon, nothing but the truth, and importantly, the right touch. Thank you and good night.
Dan's intense words burn through the Australian audience as "You Think I'm Lonely?" hits again, and he somewhat angrily leaves the ring. The jeers form again, but the crowd are more disappointed that the "retirement party" wasn't interupted, as the camera fades out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:50:43 GMT -5
Match 3: Rattlesnake vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Danny Mainer - International Title Qualification Match (Credit: Mainer) MATCH START: Danny and Jonny, despite their general dislike for each other immediately team up to take down the larger Rattlesnake. Rattlesnake throws fists back valiantly but is cut-down. The mud-hole stomps begin but Jonny is soon to turn on The State of the Art and with an early Snapmare Chinlock with a knee to the spine he does so. Danny being somewhat technically gifted is quick to roll out, may not be as well trained as The Senator or any of the other technical greats but Danny can hold his own. Hughes and Danny are stood up and before Danny can make a move Jonny is straight in with an elbow to the head. Hughes capitalizes with a roll-up, easy 2-count which Danny escapes. Danny starts with the Wrist Locks and hits a few smash combos. He’s attempting a front-face lock when Rattlesnake revives from his corner. It happens so suddenly but when Rattlesnake is thundering down towards you instinct kicks in, Danny throws Hughes into the way and he becomes a victim of a venom-dripping Yakuza Kick. Hughes goes downtown and Danny is left to fend off Snake. MATCH MID-SECTION: Rattlesnake rolling from the impact of the boot turns to check if Hughes is alive but Danny is taking advantage of this opportunity immediately starting to lay in with fists to the head. Rattlesnake is getting pushed to the centre of the ring by the flurry of strikes by Mainer but suddenly, a light is switched on in Rattlesnake which makes him think “Why am I taking fists from a guy half the size of me?” and he immediately swings out with a right hand, throat-thrusting him onto his back. Danny hits the deck and Rattlesnake like the violent guy he is Rattlesnake is then taking advantage with a Jab Combo, 4 sharp jabs right to the jaw sending XI-8000 stumbling followed by an absolutely twisted haymaker. Danny lies on the floor out of his mind and with drool seeping out his mouth. Rattle picks up Danny and then showing a HUGE degree of strength hits a Gorilla Press Slam throwing him out of the ring. Rattle puts a boot on the bottom rope as he watches Danny hit the mat outside the ring with a sickening thud but Snake’s joy is cut short as a sharp elbow slams into his neck and Hughes VS Snake starts to hit off. MATCH END: Rattlesnake and Hughes was a battle of who could get their niche of battle first. Could Snake be the one to throw Hughes to the floor and beat him senseless or will Hughes twist Rattlesnake’s neck and put him in a coma? With Danny safely immobilized on the outside this battle could safely begin. Rattlesnake looked to be taking an early lead but another Jab Combo was countered into a Wrist Lock from Hughes followed by The Perfect Series, the third attempt however was countered into a stalling Brainbuster. Hughes countered and slid off the back before hitting a Roaring Elbow out of nowhere. Snake hit the deck metres from the turnbuckle and Hughes saw it time to pay tribute to none other then The Dynamite Kid. Ode to Dynamite. The shot connects and Rattlesnake is in a state of delirium as he slowly starts to crawl to the bottom rope. The crowd pop for the high-flying antics, Hughes noting Snake is about to fall to the floor making it a time-wasting effort throwing him back in goes to save him but he’s held back by a force grabbing his wrist. He’s swung back and Hughes looks in horror as Danny Mainer throws a shot to the head at him. Hughes however is not impressed. Danny turns and runs and Hughes gives chase but little does he know that this is all part of his plan. Danny runs up the turnbuckle as if it were a wall before performing a backflip clearing Hughes and landing on his feet behind him. Hughes spins around right into a Superkick completing the debut of Danny’s new signature, The Stun Grenade connects and he hits the deck. Danny goes to the opposite side of the ring as Hughes starts to pull up to his feet. Hughes stumbles out centre of the ring dropping to one knee as he reels in pain. Danny thunders forward (but not for The Thundercrash) and BAM! DANNY MAINER LOCKS IN THE VEGAS VICE I! [/U] Hughes starts to choke as Danny has the Shining Triangle locked in. Hughes starts to fade but not allowing himself to fall unconscious he takes the more professional alternative of tapping out. The bell rings signalling the end of the contest. Breaking the hold upon the sound of No One Knows, he gets up and relishes the fact he’s in the International Championship Triple Threat. There’s a close-up on Danny smiling face as we draw to a fade.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:51:41 GMT -5
Segment: Resident Evil IVXVI: Aussie Edition (Credit: FSX)
Such a ravaged and horrible place lies in ruins. Did you ever take notice that no one ever puts a bright spin on that previous line? Because a wonderful place can't possibly lie in ruins, correct? It seems that is much farther from the truth then you could of ever imagined. The depths of most locations have issues then one could never imagine, and even if they appear beautiful and well off that is likely not the case. In contrast, the most hideous places on this earth can occasionally be the type that are the most at peace deep down. Unfortunately this is simply not the case for the countryside of Australia. Though there is little logical purpose for it's appearance during a show that happens to be taking place in the big city, it shouldn't come as a horrible surprise that it is making an appearance regardless. Unfortunately it happens to be infested with evil. Yup, the twist of the evening is that there is a horrible evil within Australia! Who would of possibly guessed? But none of this changes the fact that Fallen finds himself off and stranded in such a place, and this situation can't possibly be soon taking a turn for the best...But with Fallen involved, is that really much of a surprise?
FSX: I wish I had a didgeridoo or something..that would probably pass the time of this horrible wasteland. But then I'd probably end up becoming one of them...and that would suck. I'd be a criminal with a funny accent.
Who would of thought that such odd words could ring so true deep down of a man who's banned from certain countries and is known to break down into odd mumbling when things aren't going according to his bizarre and over the top plans. But that really isn't of a decent importance at this point, seeing that he is currently lost in the middle of a boring nowhere with no sight of humanity in any direction. However, simply because there is no sight of humanity doesn't necessarily imply that it is nowhere in the foreseeable area. In fact, on occasion when no one is to be seen it is the most dangerous of all to be out in the open on your lonesome...
FSX: It doesn't help that this place is so freaking boring that nothing at all is going on! I should of just stuck to the arena in a place such as this, but did I? Noooo...I had to go and be an idiot to get my mind off of things! It figures, too! I have to be such an idiot all of the time, don't I? Never can just be serious and try to deal with things logically..nope..that's not the Fallen way. Sigh.
As he continued to pace on with a clear expression of depression over the fact that he has landed himself in such a positive, he shakes his head a bit and comes to an eventual stop as he appears to be getting nowhere. Realizing he probably should of headed into the town after he was physically rejected from his place of childhood abandon. Which is apparently his very own imagination land, complete with unbelievable characters that don't actually exist! But now that it is dead, Fallen has no place to escape too. He's trapped in the midst of nowhere, and it seems he has no choice but to think about his feelings now.
FSX: I suppose I should just get it all out and in the open, even if it's just to myself. It's the same thing over and over every single week, isn't it? I speak about all of this then I try and put a bright note on the end so I can keep living on in denial. It's not as if I'd actually admit that --
That what?! Now is the time to let all of your feelings pour out of you freely, Fallen! Why aren't you doing so well you finally have the chance? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact he just heard the cracking of a twig in the distance, and felt a bullet fly by his head. Someone was trying to kill him? Again?! But why this time? He hadn't done anything yet to cause such a great annoyance that homicide is the only answer, had he? Trying to think back to what might of caused someone to start firing at him, it seemed to suddenly dawn upon him that he was standing out in the open as he did all of this. Thinking it best to duck down and avoid imminent death he suddenly does just that, diving to the ground in fear.
FSX: Uh...hello? Whoever is trying to shoot me I would REALLY appreciate it if you would stop!
Voice: Wha? Your talking all straight minded and such. Guess your not one of 'em Zombie creatures after all!
FSX: Zombies...in Australia?!
He couldn't of possibly heard that right, could he...? It didn't make much sense to him at all! Why would there possibly be an outbreak of Zombies in such a crappy hemisphere? Perhaps they just wanted to go someplace that they figured would be safe for all of eternity! Thinking of himself in general safety after the man had stopped firing rounds aimlessly in his direction, Fallen slowly returned to his feet and had a look around for just who would of done such a thing. As if it wasn't obvious...diving out of the shadows in a grand display was the best Zombie Hunter in history! Who's that? Why, Derangy Dan! That's right, he's totally real and popular! Honest! Looking in awe at such a famous person who is totally real, Fallen can only smile softly at almost being killed by such a true hero.
FSX: Why, if it isn't the world famous Derangy Dan!
Dan: Wha? Didn't ya get rights to use me real name on the telly?
FSX: I have no idea what your talking about! Anyways, what are you doing in Australia? Your usually off fighting bears in Russia and the like, aren't you?
Dan: Suppose that generally be the case, ain't it mate? Well, I was born down in these lands if you can believe it or not. Got a message the other day that there was a bad outbreak of the zombies down here, so I had to come on down right away! I hear they've been coming in from left and right and trying to infect all the tourists!
What a horrific and monstrous thing! Especially to be happening to such a horrific and monstrous place! But as someone as well respected and highly intelligent as Derangy Dan says it so, it must be the case! But why would such an outbreak happen in a place like this? It seems so unusual that Zombies would also simply attack tourists and not actual residents of the country! Unless of course they were all simply clones of a rather hateful Australian who happened to pass away? Why, that had to be the case...or at least that's what the clearly crazy Fallen jumped too. But who would it be? Thinking back to any Australian he could imagine that died recently, only one came to mind...
FSX: That sounds pretty horrible....so what are they, like wave after wave of Steve Irwin's or something? I imagine that's probably what your Zombies look like. Right?
Dan: Wha? Don't be such a bad offender, mate! They aren't dear friends of me family, and they aren't dead.
FSX: Well....wait a second, how can they be Zombies if they aren't dead? Isn't that generally a rule when someone is talking about Zombies? I mean, there's an exception for Spaniards apparently but that's a whole different story...what's the deal?
For those wondering just what Leon Kennedy and the President's inept daughter would be making a dramatic appearance it seems that you might just be sadly disappointed, as there couldn't possibly be Spaniards in the middle of Australia! That simply wouldn't make any proper amount of sense! No, it must be something completely different...perhaps a new race of individuals has been infected with a horrific virus and plans total domination or something! Or perhaps this situation is alot more dramatic then it seems...
Dan: Ya see, they be infected with the Zealand virus! horrible thing it is..causing them to be annoying bastards that deserve to die the second they step foot on our soil. Makes sense, doesn't it?
FSX: So....what your saying is there from New Zealand and they deserve to die because of that?
Well there goes any threads of respect that Fallen might of held for Dan right there! What an unfortunate situation that he happened to be some sort of close minded fool? Well, perhaps there was still a good explanation for all of this! Who knows, perhaps it was simply a misunderstanding. Who was Fallen to jump to such wild accusations like that? It wasn't right, after all! He probably just meant that people from New Zealand happened to of infected themselves with a virus that causes them all to become Zombies! Right...?
Dan: Pretty much, yeah. That'll teach them for always speaking bad of us great natural born Australians! They been riding down on our legs for far too long, yeah see?
FSX: I don't know, it kind of sounds alot like discrimination to m--
Dan: Enough of your talking and look out! It seems one of 'em has found us, and it might attack you at any moment! Don't wanna get yourself infected, do you? Go hide in me jeep!
Apparently not, as Fallen was quickly ushered away from the scene. He looked quite broken up over the matter, as a good part of him clearly believed it wrong to leave such a place as an insane man was making threats to kill a man in cold blood for absolutely no reason. But what could he possibly do about it? Stay and fight off a man who held a giant gun and possessed the power to kill an average man with a drinking straw and twelve needles. It was scary stuff, so who was he to get in the way? Hopefully the man would be able to escape..and by the way that Fallen's life tends to work that would likely be the case. Still, he figured now was the perfect time to run off to freedom! Ducking and sneaking off, he had no intent of going to the jeep! Then again, he had no intent of accidentally running into a strange creature either..but that didn't stop him!
FSX: Woah...are you an Abominable Snowman? You know, since they say that Bumbles bounce and all...wait a second...I'm in Australia. So, I guess that makes you some kinda Kangaroo. Way to have a pouch.
Giving a sort of thumbs up at the fact that there was a pouched being in front of him, Fallen would go ahead and shower it with an array of bizarre compliments. This was simply becoming quite weird at an alarming pace, and as Fallen's dialog slowly began to drift off to a rather unintelligible state, the Kangaroo decided to take action in shutting him the hell up! Who would of that that it would be a Kangaroo that finally succeeded? Leaning back quite a bit as Fallen continued his rant, it suddenly sprung forward and launched a very powerful dropkick like maneuver to the chest of Fallen. Gasping in shock as his eyes shot open and he felt himself being launched backward, Fallen had absolutely no way of stopping himself from slamming backward into a tree and bashing his head on it. So painful looking. Dazed and confused, it was no surprise that he happened to soon lose consciousness...that's not good. What will happen next...? Well, still time to wait and see!
Fade to black...
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:53:28 GMT -5
Segment: The real one night stand (Credit: Hitman)
On this night, only days away from ACW’s fourth year anniversary, one can only wonder how ACW made it this far. Some people say it was heart and determination that got them here. Others claim that ACW’s fanbase had made sure the promotion rose above the competition. Whatever the case, there is no denying the respect most people have for this wonderful company. And on Monday, the fourth anniversary will showcase the best of the best to an adoring audience of all.
And of all the great matches, perhaps no one has the bad blood and hatred of the Entourage reunion match… Or as it is affectionately being labelled “SS vs. Entourage II”. On one half, there is “ACW’s Self-Proclaimed Saviour” Jason Freeman, the Entertainment Champion Thunder Train and the former world champion and former hero to all of the adoring Thundermaniacs, Aiden Joseph. On the other side, there is the former Entertainment Champion Andrew Starr, “The Perfect 10” Jay Zero and “The Failed Artist” XS3. An explosive feud that was months in the making will finally be resolved on Monday.
Everyone knows where Aiden, Train, Freeman and Zero are currently at. Whether it’s feuding with Yoko Satoshi, fending off newcomers and competing for the tag titles, there is no doubt these four are currently tearing up the ranks of ACW. As for Andrew Starr, most people assume he’s living a rock star life with no concern of returning to the ring anytime soon (unless he himself has a say in it >_>).
With that, we cut to the deck of the house. On the floor of the deck, pictures lay strewn throughout the area of two lawn chairs. On one chair is Christine Irvine, the currently pregnant wife of XS3. And in the other chair, there is no one. Instead, we see the familiar sight of XS3, donning nothing more than a pair of jeans. Surprisingly, he isn’t looking all that bad; aside from a small beard, he is clean shaven. His hair is tied back and there are no bags under his eyes. However, there isn’t much of a smile on his face, either. As we hear the opening guitar of Down’s “Beautifully Depressed”, we now see what the pictures are really about: the Entourage.
You can't fool the fool, 'cause I know it in my head I just want the people to get some before they're dead You can take my body and dry it in the sun
Christine looks on with a small hint of concern as she takes a sip of her water bottle. XS3 pulls out a familiar picture of the day the Entourage truly came to fruition. Santiago Rivera and Ares are laid down on the canvas and Thunderkiss, XS3 and Jay Zero are standing over them, victorious in a handicap match. Those days held cherished memories but now they were all behind him.
Seeing vultures circle overhead This is the home of the beautifully depressed
Another picture is pulled out and this one showcases XS3 embracing his former brother, Thunderkiss, after the “This Is Your Life” ceremony. TK’s former girlfriend is laid out on the canvas courtesy of XS3’s Shadow Step as Dan and Zero are shown laughing.
Life is just a moment that rushes all at once Letting the vultures surround me when I'm dead I am the lord of the beautifully depressed
XS3 then pulls out one more picture, a rather symbolic one if he could say that. It was an episode of Fallout and XS3 and Thunderkiss were shown in the ring for, what felt like the last time, shaking hands.
Endlessly, come for me Faithfully, bend for me Lifelessly, hang for me Endlessly, endlessly
Push me to the limit I ain't afraid to die Drive me to the limit I proudly pledge to die
And it was safe to say that those days were over. Now XS3 was gone from the company and Thunderkiss became Aiden Joseph. His personality was gone and in its place was someone who the fans could not get accustomed to, months after the transformation.
I dispel the madness by forgetting all the rules You say I follow in the footsteps of pre-existing fools Begging vultures to bury off my head This is the hard life of the beautifully depressed
As far as Freeman and Train were concerned, XS3 couldn’t care less about them. What mattered was revenge on what Aiden Joseph did to his brothers. When Monday rolled around, all XS3 could focus on was releasing his anger on his former friend.
Endlessly, come for me Faithfully, bend for me Lifelessly, hang for me Endlessly, endlessly
Push me to the limit I ain't afraid to die Look before you're in it Are you afraid to die
Finally, Christine stands up from her chair and walks over to XS3, slowing wrapping her arms around him. XS3 gets to a full vertical base and wraps his arms around Christine, planting a kiss on her lips. It seems that nothing is going to stop XS3 from reuniting with Zero and Starr and extracting their revenge once and for all.
Then join the beautifully depressed The beautifully depressed
06/09/08… Four Year Anniversary… One Night Only… XS3 Returns…
The beautifully depressed…
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:54:31 GMT -5
Segment: The truth finally comes out (Credit: BK London)
As we return, we are brought to Chairman Gingerdude's office, and no matter where we are in the world - the Chairman seems to be shoulder deep in paper work. Only four days left until the ACW Anniversary show and he has to make the necessary arrangements and add the final touches to the show by calling up a few other names. Just as he picks up the phone however, a hand appears off screen and presses on the reset button on the phone - treating Gingerdude to the wonderful sound of the dial tone.
Chairman Gingerdude stares up at this man who has the audacity to interrupt him during this obviously busy period, and it's none other than BK London - who gets a pop from the ACW fans. A look of disgust grows over the Chairman's face.
Chairman Gingerdude: And what do YOU want?
BK London: What do I want? What do I want? What I want is some explanations!
Chairman Gingerdude: Explanations? About what? Your match against Flamingo at the Anniversary show and how it's under 'Loser Leaves ACW' rules? What more do you need to know?
BK chuckles to himself for a second before throwing the phone into the wall, and getting further into the face of the Chairman.
BK London: No, not that, at least not now. What I want to know is why you decided to FIRE Jerome Carter last Monday after Warfare?
Chairman Gingerdude smiles and sits back.
BK London: Oh this is funny to you?
Chairman Gingerdude: Absolutely funny, hilarious even. Listen London, your nephew may have earned the contract - but as far as I concerned, he didn't impress me one bit. He had mediocre wrestling skills, he was hardly good on the mic, and with only two matches in ACW - he finds himself injured and out for however long period of time. Face it, your nephew SUCKS, plain and simple - and I'm not going to have that type of crap on my roster.
BK London: Not that type of crap on your roster? You had a pretty boy, metro sexual, 'sports-entertainer', as champion on your roster for nearly 3 months and you have an Entertainment Champion who acts and wrestles like an overgrown tree sloth, and you call my nephew crap? My nephew was what wrestling stood for, he epitomized what a wrestling show should be about?!
Chairman Gingerdude: YEAH! Well your nephew made me zero profits. When you make me absolutely nothing, to me your as expendable as the next low life new kid who decides they want to try to make it big. You're lucky I didn't fire your ass four years ago when I had the chance, because if I did - you'd be rotting in those half-assed federations like your crippled nephew.
A heated confrontation between Chairman Gingerdude and BK London, suddenly the words of the letter are placed firmly into BK London's mind. Neither man appears to backing down this time, and it seems like tensions could boil over at any minute.
Chairman Gingerdude: BK London, on Monday - if you lose your match, it's over, it's done, no more of the Blueprint of Success, no more of the Showstopper, The Headliner, the Main Eventer - none of that. The winner of that match gets to sign a brand new ACW contract on the spot, complete with a guaranteed title shot, higher pay, immunity, among other perks. And for the past few months, you haven't been pushing merchandise like you used to. You haven't been main eventing like you used to. You have been pushed out the limelight. If you EVER want to see yourself back in an ACW title match again, you WILL win that match. I have nothing else to say to you, now get out of my office.
BK London is absolutely heated upon hearing Chairman Gingerdude's rant, but rather than fire back, he decides to keep his words short and sweet - because he might have to eat them later. He simply gets a bit closer to the Chairman, getting almost nose to nose now, and you can feel the testosterone pumping throughout this stare down. It might be the last time these two are face to face, and it's not exactly the way BK London pictured it.
BK storms off camera and out the Chairman's office, and now Ginger returns back to his seat. He lets out a huge sigh of relief before taking a sip of tea to calm his nerves, the scene fades out from there.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:55:27 GMT -5
Segment: Cross Eyed and Painless (Credit: Adrian Flamingo)
Adrian stepped out of the rental car, earphones still shoved in his ears as “Space Oddity” by David Bowie blared between his ears to fill the void left behind when his ticking stopped. Unfortunately, the void in the passenger seat was still very much there and Adrian hadn't figured out a way to get rid of it. Yeah, so he had a soft spot for that lousy, incompetent redneck uncle of his... what of it? You spend half a year traveling around the world with someone, you're going to form a bond no matter what you think of the dumb son of a bitch. Regardless, Mickey was gone and there was nothing Adrian could or even would do to get him back. Why waste anymore time? Keep pushing forward towards the only reason he was in ACW Wrestling – the ACW World Heavyweight Championship.
As Adrian shoved through the back entrance of the arena empty handed, he could already feel the blood rise up to his face. Here he was, on some fucking world tour, days before quite possibly the end of his ACW career. In any normal match with this severity, an athlete would be given time to rest up, train, and plan, but not if you're a wrestler in ACW apparently. No, you have to make all sorts of these unnecessary “public appearances” for what? Ratings? Hype? More like a waste of his time. Adrian didn't care if one person or a million saw his ACW Loser Leaves match with BK London. He didn't care if it was rated 1 star or 5, because at the end of the day, it was just another step towards his desire. Yes, the belt.
As Adrian pushed his way through self-important backstage workers and television-types, he made sure to give them all an extra stiff shoulder to collide into. Unlike his “colleagues” in this company, Adrian no longer saw this as a starting point to an acting career or any other such nonsense. His hair wasn't professionally styled, his clothes were the same ones he bought five years ago, and he was about as up to date with the current trends as Peter Fonda. This was his business, this is why he was here, and just as soon as BK London was put out, Adrian Flamingo was going to put ACW through a Renaissance period that would knock it on its ass. Unlike his “colleagues”, he worked his ass off in hopes of getting even a whiff of the ACW championship title. He didn't “take a break” from the business for whatever bullshit reason. Nagging injuries? Suck it up and move on. The only time you should break for injuries are if a part of you breaks or falls off. He didn't sit around on his ass for months, starting now-dead factions to accomplish... what again? No, he was going at BK London with 110% of whatever animosity and brute strength he could muster. Most importantly, he didn't treat the title belt like a prop that could be carried in magazine spreads, red carpet events, and defended in such embarrassing matches such as “Leather and Lace” that shamed not only the business, but everyone who represented it.
Adrian Flamingo gave up any desires of fame and fortune months ago after he faced off against the Senator. The whole notion of a title belt meaning anything to him was laughable back then and he did everything he could to infuriating Steve Phillips by phoning in every single one of their matches for the title. The whole time, Adrian was laughing too himself as he made one of ACW's proudest competitors look like a total fool he was secretly falling in love with that title belt around Phillips' waist. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, when opportunity knocks you better answer the door, but Adrian was too busy counting how many knocks before opportunity simply quit knocking. Right before he was determined to win the ACW International title, Jon Taylor beat him to it by winning the belt. Adrian hadn't robbed the Senator of having a classic match-up, he had robbed himself of the one thing he now realized he wanted more than anything – an ACW Championship title and the prestige and honor that came along with it. Some could say that's the day when Adrian Flamingo stopped pretending and went crazy for real. That, however was the past and before he could prepare for his vision of the future in the Adrian Flamingo story... he'd have to write off his biggest rival to date, BK London.
As Adrian made his way to his locker room, he was confronted by an ACW camera crew led by Charlotte King. King, who wore some designer dress that made her look like an executive whore, you know, the type that a Governor would probably get busted for having on his speed dial, helped up a microphone to Adrian's face before he could even get his foot into his locker room door. Charlotte sported a satisfied grin on her face, after all, Adrian Flamingo had put her through some hell since he first entered ACW.
Charlotte King: So, Adrian Flamingo, it comes to this... Loser Leaves ACW match against your longtime rival BK London at our Anniversary show in Japan. What're your thoughts?
Adrian Flamingo: My thoughts? I think it's a waste of time and money to fly me out here for a press conference or some other bullshit when I should be preparing for my match. I think it's bullshit that I've been skipped in line for the ACW title by the likes of Nick Durden, Dan White/Black/Mauve/Chartreuse, and Sarin when I've been giving this promotion my blood for months against BK London. I think that ACW shouldn't spend so much money giving a few of it's “sports entertainers” first class tickets to all of these events and leave it up to ourselves to make our own arrangements. I think that Chairman Gingerdude is a self-important ass who wields power as well as Thunder Train wields the English language. I think that you look like a high class whore, which I'm going to assume is a compliment to you and your kind. I also think that catering around here sucks and the fans from this area would probably go out and leap off of a cliff if it meant that TK would start calling himself Thunderkiss again, thus I don't respect their opinions. Oh, and I think that the next time you ask someone for their thoughts, you should realize who you're talking to before you open up your pretty little, cellophane or whatever the hell they use injected lips.
Charlotte King: Now hold on one second, you can't talk to me like that!
Adrian looked at Charlotte with loving eyes before he reached up behind her head and wrapped her luscious hair around his fingers and gave her a hard jerk back.
Adrian Flamingo: See, that's the thing, Charlotte... right now? I can do whatever I want. My job is on the line and I'm in the main event on the biggest ACW show outside of Omega Effect. Those two little circumstances make me, dare I say, a God around here. If I chose to turn you around and ram your face through my locker room door, I can and will. If I chose to strip you naked, dip you in honey, and leave you as a gift outside of Thunder Train's door, because, lord forbid, we forget that the Train is always hungry, I'm going to do it. I'm untouchable right now, Charlotte, and it won't end in Japan. No no... you see, after I remove BK London from ACW like the infected hemorrhoid that he is, I'm going to get the title shot that I deserve and put this company back on track. Gingerdude can't fire me since my job is on the line at the Anniversary show... and he can't fire me if I'm the ACW World Champion. He made a bad decision by putting my job on the line, Charlotte. You don't threaten someone who is “mentally incompetent” and you sure as hell don't put them in a live or die situation. For that, some people around here are going to have to pay. My reign of terror hasn't even started yet, Charlotte, and no one... not BK London, not Sarin, not TK, and not even God himself can stop me.
Adrian shoved Charlotte by the head down the opposite end of the hallway before entering his locker room. What a snotty little bitch that interviewer was. How dare her tell Adrian what he could and could not do. No one was going to tell Adrian Flamingo what to do... not when he was just a handful of matches before reaching the power to make all the rules anyway.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:56:19 GMT -5
Match 4: Scott Andrews vs. Dan White - International Title Qualification Match (Credit: Scott Andrews)
MATCH START: These two haven’t faced off with each other for a very long time; since Dan was Black. They start by circling each other before going into a grapple hold. Scott wins position and gets Dan in a headlock. Dan elbows him in the kidneys until Scott’s grip is lost and then pushes him away before grabbing his tights and pulling him closer to grip in a waistlock. Scott knows what could come next and struggles to break the lock. He pushes down on Dan’s wrists and unclamps his hands, grabbing Dan’s arm and spinning it into an arm wrench, sending Dan to one knee. Scott then kicks Dan’s arm several times before flipping him over with an arm wringer and dropping to the mat to lock in a short arm scissors. It isn’t long before Dan reaches the ropes and breaks the hold. Both men get up and Dan shakes the pain away.
MATCH MIDDLE: Dan and Scott exchange strikes until Dan whips Scott into the turnbuckle and hits a running dropkick making Scott slump to the ground. Dan pulls him away and goes to the top rope to hit his his Dead On Time corkscrew moonsault, but lands on Scott’s knees. Scott goes for a cover but only gets a two count. Scott then goes lifts Dan to his feet and puts him across his shoulders to signal for the Decapitator TKO. He swings Dan around, but the Welshman clings to Scott’s head and hits an inverted DDT. Dan covers and gets the same result Scott had moments ago.
MATCH END: Dan knows he has to think fast while the Assassin is down and he kneels beside his head and unleashes a few fury punches before the ref calls him off. Dan argues with him which gives Scott enough time to get, though still quite dazed, and grab Dan from behind to hit a half nelson suplex. Dan crumples like an accordion and Scott goes for the cover. He gets a two count once more and begins to feel that ever present sensation of rage begin to build...Dan sits up slowly and turns around to see Scott across the ring from him with fire in his eyes. Dan reaches into the back of his pocket and pulls out a screwdriver, which the referee quickly takes away and hands over to Phillip. While the ref's back is turned, Dan flings out a smoke grenade which fogs up the whole ring. The crowd waits for the smoke to clear and when it does Scott is lying on his back out cold and Dan is standing over him. He drops to his knees and covers the Assassin for the one – two – three.
WINNER: Dan White
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:57:45 GMT -5
Segment: Winter – Part 3 (Credit: Nick Durden)
“I remember the sound Of your November downtown” - “Winter” by Joshua Radin
Two weeks have passed. Nick hasn’t left the house. That was his punishment. At first, he was glad that he couldn’t leave the house. It was a win situation since he didn’t want to go out, anyway. But as days passed, he felt more and more trapped inside the house. He didn’t leave his room, much. Four walls surrounded him. They seemed to close in on him more and more, as well. He wanted to run out of the house and yell at the top of his lungs. He would talk to his uncle less and less, every day. But he wouldn’t forget the words his brother told him.
“Let me say this, Nicholas. You can’t be a loner forever..”
He did miss talking to friends. Sure some people would talk about him, and stab him in the back. But that’s life? He has to get used to it. It’s going to happen someday. That’s just a part of life. He can’t expect to go through life without getting hurt, can he? No..
He’d try the friendship thing again. Not too many friends. One at a time. He needed to take baby steps. This was his life. This is who he was. Ever since his parents died, he hasn’t been the same. Their deaths contributed to much of his loneliness now. He felt as if nobody could ever comfort him. There’s nothing in the world like losing your parents. How do you think it made Nick feel to see other kids with their mothers and fathers? When they were hugged and kissed on the top of their head? He didn’t have anyone to do that to him anymore.
But the more he thought about them, the more he’d be depressed. The more he’d feel as if he wanted to cry. He hasn’t cried for what felt like ever. He was only a kid. He had to cry, right? No. He was too tough to cry. He felt as if he didn’t have it in him, anyway.
He was too depressed. Too alone. It wasn’t good for him. It isn’t good for anyone. Depression can make you do crazy things. Nick needed to get out of the small dark corner he was in and let the sun shine on him. It’d be the right thing to do. He knew it. Don’t be afraid, Nick…
A knock on the door. It opens without Nick having to call out “it’s open.” It’s Matt. Nick didn’t really know what to expect from Matt, this time. They hadn’t talked much in the past two weeks. Nick felt too distant from his brother. To be honest, Matt’s the only one Nick can count on, right now. And he even felt distant to him? Something has to change.
Matt sits down on the chair in front of Nick’s bed. Nick doesn’t bother to look at Matt. Nick is lying on his bed with his arm against the headboard, his head against his arm. Nick looks out the window of his bedroom. He enjoys the light shining in the room, now. Everything was slowly becoming well. The dark cloud above his head was slowly disappearing. He looks over to his brother. He knew a lecture was coming. He was ready for it. He knew Matt was smarter than he was. Matt’s words were worth listening to. Matt was his big brother, and Nick always respected him.
Matt:: Listen, man. I’m worried about ya. You haven’t talked to me in two weeks. Or it seems that way. I’m the one that greets you. You just give me ‘yes’s, no’s, and ok’s.’ You’re my little bro. I don’t want ya angry with me, man. Are you mad about what I said two weeks ago? Because if you are…I’m really sorry, Nick. Nick?
Nick shifted his eyes from Matt back to the bedroom window. Nick sighs, soft enough that Matt doesn’t hear it. Nick wasn’t really mad at what Matt said two weeks ago, he was shocked. He didn’t expect it to come out of Matt. He expected it from his uncle. Matt was becoming more of a father figure to Nick. Ever since their mom left, Nick wouldn’t live by just his uncle’s rule. Matt was there to fill the void, you could say. He’d have preferred a sister over him, now. Nick already had a strict uncle, he didn’t need Matt acting like another one.
Matt:: Nick?
No response from Nick.
Matt:: Look, man. I’m not gonna leave this room until you tell me what’s going on. Until you talk to me!
Nick springs up from his bed and looks down at Matt, who is still sitting on the chair. Nick needed to let it all out.
Nick: Why should I, Matt? I have nothing to say to you, man!
Matt stands up from his chair and kicks it back with his foot. Matt stands tall over Nick by just a few inches. About two. Neither brother was intimidated by the other. They always had a few practice matches in their backyard. They were in love with wrestling. You should know that, though. Each held many victories over the other. Matt was a bit stronger, but Nick was quicker. Nick didn’t want to fight Matt, though. But he wanted to punch someone countless times to feel at least a bit better.
Matt:: Why not? What did I ever do to you?!
Nick: NOTHING, Matt. You’ve done NOTHING to me. That’s the problem. Ever since mom and dad…left…you haven’t been there for me. You’re never here for me. Even when I need you the most! But now that I don’t want you here, you’re here. Gee, Matt. You sure know how to make someone feel better!
Matt:: So, something is bothering you then?
Nick: Yeah, right now, you.
Matt:: I’m only trying to help.
Nick: Well, you aren’t helping. One bit. Get out, Matt.
Matt:: No…I’m staying. And you can’t force me out of here. Nick….just tell me. What’s bothering you? Tell me, Nick…is it…mom and dad?
A tear escapes Nick’s eyes. He couldn’t hold it in. His lips begin to quiver. Another tear rolls down the side of his face. He tries to hide it from Matt, but as he begins to sniff, Matt catches on.
Matt:: Oh…it is.
Nick: Ya wanna know what the messed up part is? You don’t even show that you miss them…
Matt:: Wha…what? Nick…of course I do. I miss them every day. I’ll never forget them, Nick. But we can’t think about them that much, Nick. We'll be sad and depressed, forever. Look what’s happened to you. I know, for sure, that they’re in a better place, Nick. And they’re looking down on us, right now. And do you think they want to see you like this, Nick? Do you think they want you to not talk to anyone? You’re their little boy, Nick. They want you to have friends. They want you to enjoy life. They don’t want you to be like this. They want you to be happy, Nick. Please…believe me.
Nick covered his face with his hands. He breathed heavily as he cried. He missed his parents so much. It was unbearable. He loved them more than anything in the world. And they were gone. He would never feel their soft hands touch his face to squeeze his cheeks. Or their soft kisses on his forehead. That’s it. Never again would he see them. But they would see him. They will always look down on him, just like Matt said. And if they are looking down on him, how disappointed would they be to see him act like a loner? They wouldn’t want this. And now that Matt told Nick this, he realized it. Nick didn’t want them to be disappointed. That’s the last thing he wanted.
Nick: ( crying ) I’m sorry…I really am, Matt. I never thought of it…like that…I’m sorry.
Matt hugs his brother and tries his best to comfort him. Nick finally let it all out. The tears, the anger, all at once. He could thank Matt for that. But he needed it. He really did.
Nick: Thanks, Matt. I love you, man..
Matt:: I love ya too, Nick. I’ll always be there for you, man. But come on. Let’s go get something to eat.
The hug breaks up. Matt opens the door to the room and lets Nick exit first. He follows Nick, closing the door; a smile on his face. Everything would be ok now. Matt finally got his brother back.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 15:59:07 GMT -5
“” Credit: Yoko Satoshi, Kenny ~!~BOOM~!~ [To say this is a monumental occasion would be an understatement. A lighting bolt falls from the heavens onto the stage ushering in the return of the one, the only - THUNDERKISS! Since the announcement came early Tuesday morning, tonight's Meltdown has not only been the hottest ticket in town, but the entire WORLD. Fans that have been waiting for months for this moment have had no problems laying down huge amounts of money just so they can be here in person. The air is thick of jubilance and our announce team cannot help but get caught up in the atmosphere!] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Listen to that capacity crowd Maxwell! They are stoked for this moment! Maxwell McNally: Who can blame them?! I can’t wait to see that trademark sky blue and black again myself! [As the smoke from the stage set clears, the man himself begins to come into focus; however, this is not your father’s Thunderkiss. Millions of jaws drop in disbelief worldwide as they fixate on colors that are the farthest thing from sky blue and black.] Maxwell McNally: Oh ... my ... “Fast” Eddie Edison: GOD!
Thunderkiss: I’m back.
[With the thrusting of his tongue Aiden pushes the gum in his mouth to his pouty lips and blows until a bubble protrudes from his little fun hole.]
~!~POP~!~ Thunderkiss: Bitches.
[Both of Aiden’s hands land atop his pink cotton tank top. Digging his fingers into the fabric, he then pulls them apart in opposite directions making for the sexiest Thunderkiss disrobing ever. It takes just a brief second for his chest to become exposed, but a second is too long of a wait for his true fans. With the aid of a water bottle, he begins to soak his upper torso setting this contingent in a frenzy. While they watch every bead of water travel downwards on his chest to his treasure trail, the other faction of fans have no issues whatsoever making their feelings known through the harmony of boos.]
Thunderkiss: What? I thought you wanted Thunderkiss back?! Aren’t you people EVER satisfied?!
[His lips become aroused with amusement and he has trouble holding in the laughter. Astute fans able to catch this reaction become cross, their mouths gaping in a kind of rictus of hate and disbelief. Adding more fuel to the fire, Aiden takes a moment to mock the Thunderkiss pose by flinging his arms in the air as if he was having a seizure. His fraudulent mustache almost becomes unglued as a result of his very animated moments, and with a quick readjustment, tragedy is avoided.]
Thunderkiss: Oh, I get it! I know what all you Thundermaniacs want and good ‘ol TK is going to give it to ya! Brother! Brother!
[Why simply tell the crowd when you can make an act out of it? With his arm outstretched, he turns his hand upwards and waves the camera in closer with the flickering of his fingers. Now that its lense is just inches away from his face, he leans into it and tickles the glass with his minty fresh breath.]
Thunderkiss: PUPPIES AND RAINBOWS!
*Arf, Arf* [The sound of barking begins to echo throughout the arena as hundreds of tiny canines scamper their way out from backstage. Each little bundle joy is wrapped with love in the form of a tiny rainbow colored bow tied softly around their scruffy little necks.]
Thunderkiss: Now this is precious.
[One little bugger takes a liking to Aiden and nuzzles his tiny wet nose into the side of his boot. Reaching down and grabbing him by his under belly, Mr. Joseph lifts the fur ball to his upper body and places him on his chest.]
Thunderkiss: Don’t you think?
Yoko Satoshi: Actually, I feel as if I’m going to throw up.
Thunderkiss: YOU!
[The sound of Yoko’s unexpected and unwanted voice jolts his body. There she resides, hanging from the iron beams attached to the entranceway as if she was a black widow spider and the stage was her web.]
Yoko: And by the looks of it, so is the dog.
~!~WHUMP~!~ [Yoko drives her shoe directly into the side of Aiden’s face causing him to crash backwards into the steel girders that prop up the Alpha Tron. Upon impact the puppy goes sailing out of his hands and lands directly those of Yoko’s. The tips of her fingers scratch the top of the puppies head and he returns the favor in the form of a lick to her face. Both corners of Yoko’s mouth work their way upwards in this tender moment, but it doesn’t last long as an ireful Aiden kips up to a vertical base.]
Aiden: Get this shit off of me!
[Playtime is over. Both his hands tug away at all his TK accessories until they are removed from his person and he is returned to a image more appropriate for the situation at hand.]
Aiden: You were supposed to wait until we meet at -
Yoko: Oh, I’m waiting alright. This is just practice.
[Yoko’s foot darts into his stomach so quickly he didn’t even see it coming. The air inside Aiden’s lungs is sent upwards out of mouth and he begins to gasp uncontrollably.]
Yoko: And practice makes perfect!
Winter: Get away from him!
Yoko: ?!
[In a night full of surprise appearances, another one has joined the fray. Not wishing to see her brother suffer another act of humiliation by a member of the former Flower Power, Winter has left the safety of Aiden’s locker room and leaps into action. On the streets of London she has always been able to handle her own but tonight’s target will most certainly require an equalizer and she finds one in the form of a steel chair.]
~!~CRACK~!~ Yoko: Argh! Fans aren’t supposed to cross the barricade. They just might get hurt.
[With a handful of Winter’s blond locks, Yoko shakes off the stinging effects of the chair shot and is now ready to teach a lesson to anyone else who dares intervene on Aiden’s behalf.]
Winter: You’d best let go of my hair, Gatogal.
Yoko: Wait, what? Who the hell are you?
Winter: Wouldn’t you like to know?
[Though Winter’s scheme initially backfired it eventually results in success. Aiden has been given the proper time to recover and he makes haste in his efforts upon seeing Winter’s dire situation. Grabbing the very chair Winter struck Yoko with, he plans to make Yoko friends with it once more. One pullback and follow through later, he accomplishes just that.]
~!~SMACK~!~ [The force of the blast drops her to her knees, but it will not be long until the Yokoberg is back up on her feet looking for blood. Grabbing his sister by her hand, Aiden drags her through the entranceway to prevent Ms. Satoshi from taking any of theirs. The fans may not have gotten Thunderkiss, but they got something much, much better. With their chants they send a thank you to one they will never forget.]
Fans *chanting*: Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko! Yo-ko!
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 16:02:08 GMT -5
Segment: The Lonesome Crisis (Credit: FSX)
Eventually everything will catch up with you, no matter how hard you attempt to avoid facing whatever truth your attempting to avoid. Even if you fill your day with magical adventure and 'Zombie' infestation, there is no question that it will end on the same note that it began if you happen to be filled with worry. There are always pressing matters that stand above the fun and mayhem that surrounds you, and even if you for a moment appear to be quite happy and pleased with everything it will not change the fact that you are dead on the inside with woe. This can be caused by many simple things, such as facing as task that you believe must be completed regardless of it's difficulty..and believe your demise will follow if you fail. Of course some of these beliefs may be very well founded, varying from person to person. But you can't keep staring a situation in the eyes and coming to the same conclusions without any hope, can you? Running over the same facts over and over until you find yourself pleased with them? That's just not how things work...is it? Maybe another approach is all that is necessary to see things in a better light..? Well, anything is worth a try at this point, right?
FSX: Ugh....where am I...?
Voice: Don't you dare worry mate, your alright. I got you out of there as fast as I could I did! Don't you think I would let me good fan go ahead and become a Zealander or anything.
With a rustling bump in the road, Fallen could feel now that he was in some sort of moving vehicle. It was probably for the best that he was generally unaware of who was driving him around at this point, because given how his day has been going so far it's likely someone with an intent on murdering him or something. Not about to deal with such a thing, Fallen slowly pulls himself back up to a seated position and rubs at his head. It seems that he's been wrapped up as well..so he could only guess that this person happened to be on his side. Trying his best to remember just what happened to lead to him being in such a place, it soon became all too clear. He was with that crazy Racist and they were in the middle of Australia. The horror.
FSX: Wha...? I was attacked by someone from New Zealand? I could of sworn it was some kinda Kangaroo.
Dan: So what? Not gonna listen to the man that went and saved your life? Gonna go with common knowledge and just say that it be someone else that knocked you out like that? I think you just gone and hurt my feelings! Boo hoo...the shame of it all and such. I'm crying on the inside.
The look on Dan's face would really tell a story of deep and inner sorrow, as tears would grow in his pained eyes! How could Fallen do such a thing to a man that just saved his life? Such a shame it all was! But wait a second...who would really get so broken up over someone disagreeing with them? Certainly not an acclaimed actor like Derangy Dan! No, he must be faking Fallen out! For sympathy no less! No, that just wasn't about to happen!
FSX: No your not, your just trying to guilt trip me into apologizing for what I said and giving you an ear of sympathy to all your fake little problems. Well for your information I have better things to cry over then someone else, alright? So don't go and dump stuff on me now!
Dan: Is that so? Well, in that case...you wanna give it a talk, mate? I can understand how things end up all bottled in and held up if you don't talk with someone about them. It's been the same for me in the past, and I gotta imagine some guy who was wandering through the out lands of Australia on his own probably doesn't have anybody to chat with about their problems.
How unusual...someone was actually reaching out with the intent of helping him out in his time of need? That couldn't possibly be right, could it? Fallen looked on in a bit of awe as he gently rubbed at the back of his head, looking to Dan for signs of sincerity that actually appeared to be there this time around. How was he to react properly to someone who actually had the will to assist him? He couldn't possibly just snarl at the man and write it off as evil now, could he..? No...
FSX: Well, for your information I DON'T have anyone to talk to about my problems, and I've alienated myself from everyone that I ever cared about in the past few months in order to try and do something noble!
Dan: Sounds a bit like that's why everything is eating you down, mate. Perhaps all you need to do is repair the relationships that you went ahead and damaged. You'd probably feel a good bit better if you were on speaking terms with your friends and the like. Can't live life without companions and all that after all, trust me.
It didn't matter what he truly thought of this man, or if he did believe that he happened to be inherently evil...what mattered was his actual desire to reach out and assist him, and Fallen wasn't about to deny an offer of help at this point. He needed to vent to someone that wasn't simply a camera, and this would help. Even now he could feel emotions flowing..and it was such a refreshing feeling.
FSX: Well...I guess you do have a point. But the way that things ended kind of leaves me to believe that things are beyond repair at this point, despite the fact I'd hate to believe that it's the truth. I know that they are off and doing their own thing at this point without me, but I really just want to be a part of their lives again.
Dan: Well, then you have to go ahead and repair those bridges on your own. I bet if you really just explain yourself and give good reason for your actions they will learn to forgive you, and that'll be all that matters in the end.
FSX: It's just that though...I don't wanna apologize for what I did, because it was the right thing to do at the time. I feel bad that they had to become victims in the progress, but I don't really regret doing it. I had too. You see, I'm trying to make it so that everyone can be viewed for their ability and for all that they do for the company. Not just their marketability and how they are perceived by those of power, you know? It's been like that for so long..and if I go back to them now they might just think that it'll stay that way forever. I couldn't live with myself if that happened.
Sighing softly to himself as he looked out the window for a moment, it seemed that things still wouldn't be made as easy as they could be for Fallen, and that alone was causing him quite a bit of grief. There was always something stopping the obvious response from ringing true, and Dan couldn't seem to find away around this loopholes of pain that Fallen constantly was dishing out. Perhaps they were simply excuses being used to shield himself, but who was he to say? He wasn't even positive what this conversation was about, after all...
Dan: Well, that's quite the pickle...can't say I really understand it though. I don't know what you do for a living, and it's probably better off that I don't know. I can't help you if I'm showing a bias against your profession or anything. I guess in the end though you just have to keep doing what you think is right, even if it means losing alot of what you really want to keep in the progress. More often then not people will be able to see the bright side if you succeed, or at least give it your all...
FSX: Well...that's another major problem. To do all of this I have one lone chance, and if I happen to fail my career is over. I don't want to give up yet..but I know that I have to take this shot, because there will never be a bigger one. It's just that...well..I mean...
Dan: Go ahead and say what your thinking, mate. No reason not too around a guy that you don't know, right? Where's the harm?
Despite the fact that what he was saying was completely true, Fallen still had trouble letting go of the fact in the open. It was something that haunted him to even think, let alone stay, but no matter how hard he attempted to ignore it never did it go away. It just remained dormant and within him all of this time, and keeping it there wasn't going to do any good. Closing his eyes for a moment as he could feel his breath quickening a bit, Fallen turned to face Dan and gritted his teeth a bit to force it all out...
FSX: It's just that I'm scared is all. I'm scared that I'll lose and have accomplished nothing with my life, and that I don't have what it takes to actually overcome the odds.
Dan: Well...that's nothing I can help you with. If your scared of something the only way you can overcome that fear is to face it head on, trust me, and it's never a pleasant experience. I wish you the best of luck with it, though.
FSX: Well, thanks...I'm going to need all the luck I can get.
There was no doubt in that much, as things weren't about to simply be made easy with all of this. It was going to remain a difficult struggle, and talking about it all he wanted wasn't going to change that. He had to do battle with a beast and do all he could to survive, and no one could walk into that with the utmost confidence and succeed. He had to be ready and aware of anything and everything that may present itself as a threat to him at this point, and perhaps there could never really be a worse moment to come to this realization. After all, the anniversary show was soon upcoming..and it would present a challenge he wouldn't of predicted himself to face anytime soon...The Past...
Can he manage...or is it all for naught?
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 16:03:00 GMT -5
“Aftershocks” Credit: Sarin, Kenny [To the relief of everyone, the much promoted return of Thunderkiss has come to an end. With angry fans still voicing their opinions on the matter, a very injured Aiden Joseph does his best to ignore their jeers as he stumbles his way back to his locker room. Even in the depths of the arena their boos vibrate upon his skin, though their opinions on his antics are hardly at the top of his list of concerns at the moment. It is Yoko Satoshi that claims the top spot, and with his head on a swivel, he keeps searching for death wrapped up in the appearance of a teenage Japanese schoolgirl. It is not until he yanks open a door marked “AJ” on it that he truly feels safe.] Anna Sommers: Aiden! Oh God darling, are you alright! Aiden Joseph: How many more weeks of this do I have? Heh. ~!~THUD~!~ [Aiden collapses onto the floor and in a panic Anna rushes to his side. Propping her boyfriend into a sitting position and resting his head in her bosom, she runs her fingers through his hair to comfort him. Just a few seconds later his most unexpected back up arrives, looking very flustered after tonight’s debacle. Unfortunately for Winter, her temperament becomes even more grave as she becomes aware of her brother’s current condition by nearly tripping over him.] Winter York: Brother! Anna, is he alright? Anna: I-I don’t know! [Winter takes a knee and grabs Aiden by his hand. She holds it in her own and raises it up to her lips and kisses it. This results in an almost fairytale like reaction as Aiden’s eyes slowly reopen. Now focusing on his sister’s face, the last 15 minutes replays in his mind and this is one mental movie he wishes he could get up and walk out on.] Aiden: Winter, pray tell, what the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten yourself hurt! Winter: That thing was going to kill you! What did you want me to do, just let it happen?! Aiden: Better one of us than both! I’m sorry dear sister, but if I can’t trust you then you simply cannot attend these shows any - Winter *interrupting*:Oh what rubbish! I can take care of myself, brother. In fact, I’d be more than happy to have your back. Let’s face it, you need the help. Aiden: I’m sure you can Winter, but please listen to me. [Her hand still intertwined with his, Aiden bears down upon his sister’s fingers.] Aiden: You don’t want this life, little sister. You really don’t. Winter: Well thanks to this life, you aren’t living so bad, are you? Aiden: While that is true, if I had a chance to do it all over again, I most likely wouldn’t. Did you miss what just happened out there? Did you totally ignore the things those filthy curs were saying to me while my love watched? Better yet, why don’t you ask her! [Winter’s eyes rise to meet Anna’s. With a bit of hesitation in her voice, Anna provides her own insight to the situation.] Anna: It’s not an easy life to live, Winter. Aiden: Do you know that I get death threats on a regular basis because of my lifestyle? The life of my family, Anna and Dillon, has even been threatened. Do you want that Winter? Do you? Winter: And I’m sure tonight really helped in that department. Aiden: I sold my SOUL to a part known as Thunderkiss and I got so deep in it that I forgot who I truly was. When I could bare it no longer I set myself free on live T.V. and those ingrates did nothing but boo me because they could not fathom that a man such as myself was the face of their “hero.” Tonight was a reminder to them; a reminder of just who they cheered incase their confused little minds had trouble understanding myself and that “role” are one and the same. I can only hope that after tonight I no longer have to hear “be Thunderkiss” EVER again. Winter: Aiden, that is great and you know I support you in your endeavors, but once I have my mind set on something it can’t be changed. [Winter unclasps from his hand and rises. The man at her feet is many things, but most definitely not a hypocrite. With just two words she reminds him of this before putting an exclamation point on her exit with the slamming of a door.] Winter: Sound familiar? ~!~SLAM~!~ [After the thunderous sound of metal clanging against itself, the room goes silent with the exception of a radio playing softly in the background. With a pinch of irony, this tense moment mellows as Anna’s and Aiden’s song softly pours from the radio’s speakers.] I felt we would just be friends, things will never be the same again It’s just the beginning it’s not the end, things will never the same again Aiden: May I have this dance, my lady? [With that famous smirk that can sell out a magazine, she turns his head to him nods.] Anna: Why certainly! Aiden: Right after I pass out, okay? [Aiden’s head slumps onto the shoulder of his best friend. She is his foundation and always will be.] Anna: Love you. Aiden: Love you too, and fuck anyone who doesn’t like it. *Kiss*[FADE] [/quote]
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 16:04:21 GMT -5
Match 5: Nick Durden vs. Jake Cheng - International Title Qualification Match (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This main event is scheduled for one fall and is the last International Titel Qualifying Match for the ACW Anniversary Show...making his way tot he ring first, weighing in at 205lbs, from Venice Beach, California, Nick Durden!
Lights cut to dark.
Henshin a go go, baby!
The intro to “What I Want” by Daughtry kicks into gear as blinding white lights chaotically flicker near the entryway, illuminating Nick Durden’s enigmatic silhouette hopping on his feet and headbanging, getting himself psyched up for the impending match. The lights return as Nick steps out from the entryway. He flashes a quick look to both sides of the audience before running to the left side of the stage and taunting enthusiastically, inciting uproarious cheers. Nick runs to the opposite side of the stage and repeats, receiving a similar ovation. Nick returns to the center of the stage and begins his march to the ring. With about ten feet remaining between himself and the ring, he breaks out into a sprint and slides into the ring. He flashes a quick look to the audience before rising up to his feet. Nick walks to one turnbuckle and mounts the second rope, taunting to the audience once more. He dismounts and walks to the other turnbuckle and repeats. Once he dismounts the second turnbuckle, he tosses away his trench coat and begins stretching out.
Phillip: And his opponent, coming to the ring weighing in at 215bs, from Hong Kong, China, Jake Cheng!
"Second to None" by Styles of Beyond sounds through the arena and the former 4-time Light Heavyweight Champion steps through the curtain to a huge heat in these parts of Australia. He doesn't show much love back to the fans, and even responds to their insults with an insult of their own. Grabbing the most heel heat of the night thus far, Jake Cheng sees a kid with a "Happy Birthday" balloon and pops it right before his eyes. He takes candy from a baby and tosses it into the audience, showing fans that he passed heel 101..
The match starts off not as quick as one would expect from these two in the ring thus far. Both Jake Cheng and Nick Durden are known for their fast paced, high flying ability, but they approach each other in the center of the ring and lock up in a collar elbow tie up. A side headlock from Nick Durden manages to immobolize the former World Heavyweight Champion, but it doesn't keep Jake at bay for long as he pushes Durden into the ropes. Durden comes off the ropes, looking to score with a shoulder block but Jake Cheng manages to catch him off guard and takes him down to the ground with a drop toe hold. From there, Jake floats over the body of Durden and now latches him in a side headlock as the two rise back up to their feet, and with a few simple manuever Jake Cheng has managed to take the advantage of this match thus far. Durden grabs Jake Cheng by the waist, looking to score with a back suplex, but it appears that Jake isn't letting go of the hold - and he doesn't want to risk being grounded so early in the match. Durden pushes Jake towards the ropes, but as Jake is launched in that direction Durden grabs the dreads of the four time Light Heavyweight Champion and pulls him back. Grabbing him in a rear waist lock, he now suplexes him over his head - completing the German Suplex with the bridge, RAF slides on over for the count.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT
Jake manages to shift his body weight enough to free himself from this pinning predicament, but he still feels a bit of pain in his neck upon getting up. Upon getting up, Jake is met with a knee to the abdomen and is irish whipped into the corner where his neck connects with the top turnbuckle again. He is in obvious pain, but Durden isn't playing the sympathy card tonight and he races towards his opponent. Before Durden can hit a manuever, Jake manages to slip through the middle ropes and he lands on the apron, sending Durden sternum first into the turnbuckle. Durden stumbles backwards and Jake springboards off the top rope, and looks for his Killing in The Name - but Durden rolls out of the way. Jake lands on his feet, turns around, and is floored with a STO. Landing right on his neck, he quickly grabs it in pain, but Durden hooks both of his legs for the cover.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
Once again Jake manages to find the strength within him to kick out, and Durden isn't exactly happy with that result. Durden, being the opportunist he is, works on the neck by pummeling it some more. As Jake is prone down on one knee, Durden bounces off the ropes and hopes to follow up with an offensive manuever, but Jake rises up and grabs the advantage in this match with a simple poke to the eye. With Durden temporarily blinded, Jake grabs him by his cargo pants and tank top and tosses him through the middle rope to the outside. Durden however lands on his feet, and hops right back on the apron. He stands perched on the apron, waiting for Jake to turn back around, and that proves to be quite a mistake for him. As Durden looks to springboard off the top rope, showcasing one of his flashy manuevers, Jake drills him with a dropkick right to the chin. Durden drops hard on the apron before flopping down to the ground below, and the crowd isn't too happy with Jake's advantage in this match.
Jake goes against RAF's orders to stay in the ring, and he treads outside where Durden is holding his lower back in pain. As Durden gets up, Jake pounces right on him and spears him back first into the steel steps. RAF doesn't want to condone any of this at all, but Jake technically didn't attack him using the weapon, so there's no risk of disqualificaiton. As the veteran in the ACW ring, Jake knows this very well. Picking up Durden, he tosses him back into the ring and rolls back into the ring himself before making the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . TH-KICK OUT!
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 16:04:56 GMT -5
Durden gets his shoulder up before two, and Jake could feel his International Title shot in his grasp before that one last second. Cheng tells RAF to count faster, but RAF assures him that he's counting fast enough. The former 5 day Entertainment Champion picks up Nick Durden and brings him to the corner, where he puts him up on the top turnbuckle. A right hand to the face keeps Durden out for a bit longer, and now Jake ascends to the middle rope and sets up for what appears to be a Superplex. He attempts to hit the move on Durden, but Durden grabs onto the top rope and now begins punching his way out of this manuever. With a few punches to the abdomen and one massive headbutt, Jake is sent soaring from the top rope down to the mat below. In perfect position Nick Durden sees his opportunity to score with The Nick Roll. He ascends to the top rope, and stands perched before looking at the Australian fans who can't wait to see Durden pull this off. Durden soars through the air majestically, the hangtime is incredible, the form is picture perfect, but we can't say those nice things about his landing. Jake manages to roll out of the way and he crashes and burns on the mat below.
Landing back first, Durden howls out in pain, as his back as already too considerable damage in this match thus far. Quickly Jake stumbles back up to his feet, and sees his opportunity to capitalize. A Lionsault follows up, shades of Chris Jericho, and Jake hits it nearly perfectly. He now hooks both legs, and it looks to be lights out for Durden.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
Durden managed to get his shoulder up before the count of three and Jake Cheng is absolutely livid. He gets right in the face of RAF, hoping to tell him off, but RAF isn't one to back down and he gives Jake a piece of his mind as well. Avoiding any more confrontation, Jake turns his attention to Nick Durden and picks him up. An inside cradle out of nowhere pins Jake's shoulders to the ground and RAF slides on over to count.
ONE . . TWO . . T-KICK OUT!
Jake manages to pop up from the pin, and as both men climb back up to their feet, he looks for a clothesline. Durden however ducks under the clothesline and grabs both arms of Jake, taking him down with a Backslide Pin.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
Jake manages to kick out one more time, and he gets up, hoping to land one of his deadly kicks but Durden catches it. He spins Jake around, and as Jake spins back towards Jake - Durden's foot is coming at full force towards him and blasts him in the side of his head. Jake is knocked for a loop and he stumbles over to the corner where Durden makes a b-line for. Durden hops up on Jake, looking for a Monkey Flip, but Jake managed to move out the way. Durden hops up onto the middle turnbuckle instead, and Jake grabs Durden by his head and slams him back first down to the mat. Jake stacks up Nick Durden and even puts his foot on the ropes for extra leverage.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, and advancing to the International Title Match at the ACW Anniversary Show, Jake Cheng!
"Second to None" by Styles of Beyond sounds through the speakers and Jake slips out of the ring before Nick Durden can get his hands on him. Celebrating his much needed win, he jumps for joy and walks up the ramp while RAF raises his arm in victory. Durden isn't too pleased with the way the match finished, and he stares at Jake in a grimacing fashion as the scene fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 5, 2008 16:07:00 GMT -5
Segment: One Final Face off (Credit: BK London/Adrian Flamingo)
The ring is set up for the final face off between these fierce competitors. For the better part of the year, BK London and Adrian Flamingo have been engaged in a fierce rivalry that seems to be coming to an end next Monday at the ACW Anniversary show.
The camera cuts to the ring where two podiums are set up facing each other, and the ring has been covered with a red mat for this special occasion. Kevin Anderson find himself in the middle of the ring, hosting as the special guest emcee for this face off - but before he can introduce either opponent, BK London's music pounds through the system.
HELLLOOOOOOOOOOO
HELLO BROOKLYN!
BK London steps through the curtains, and he hasn't exactly had the greatest night thus far as you can probably tell from his expression. While the crowd cheers for the ACW veteran, BK London makes a b-line straight for the ring - no pyro, no poses, no nonsense.
Kevin Anderson can feel the aggression and anger exuding from BK London, as if he can feel is aura, and as BK London enters the ring - quickly Kevin Anderson slips right out. BK London doesn't step behind his podium however, he picks it up instead and tosses it over the top rope to the outside to a huge pop from the crowd.
Anderson heads for the hills, and escapes to the back as BK London chucks the second podium to the outside, leaving a pile of debris and wood in front of the ring. Grabbing the mic, BK London cuts straight to the chase.
BK London: I have no time for the gimmicks and labels tonight, there will be no podium, there will be no questions, there will be no bullshit. Tonight, it's just BK London and Adrian Flamingo, face to face, in the ring, like men.
This gets a bit of a pop from the fans in the audience. BK London paces back and forth in the center of the ring, and now he continues to speak on the mic.
BK London: Adrian Flamingo, it's time to stick a fork in this, bring your ass on out here.
Without wasting any more time, the very familiar opening lyrics of Adrian Flamingo's theme song "In Heaven" by The Pixies.
IN HEAVEN, EVERYTHING IS FINE
YOU'VE GOT YOUR GOOD THINGS, AND I'VE GOT MINE
The man who was the mastermind over several of BK London's attacks in the past 10 to 11 months steps through the curtain, making his presence known - and the crowd isn't exactly fawning over Mr. Flamingo. Adrian Flamingo makes his way to the ring, sporting a black t-shirt and black levis, and he returns the same glare of hatred that BK London is giving him. Walking past the debris of wood from the broken podium, he steps up onto the apron and stares at BK London for a brief moment.
Flamingo then steps into the ring, and while they don't exactly start throwing fists, they step to each others face. Getting nose to nose, and you can cut the tension like a knife through butter.
BK London: So it's come to this huh? After 10 long months, after 10 months of having my leg broken, after so many concussions that I can't even count, after having you attack and injure my family members - it's come to this, a Loser Leaves ACW Match.
Adrian Flamingo: Well, let's be honest, BK. I've come to enjoy our little time together. It's not everyday you come face to face with someone who is such a glutton for punishment that they refuse to stay down and die in the dirt. You like to talk about how you've had your leg broken and your concussions, well tought luck, pal! This is the WRESTLING business, something everyone around here has seemed to forget. You got hurt? Well, BK, you accept the consequences of what goes on in this ring every time you lace your boots up. For 10 months, I've dealt with you riding in the back of my head and for 10 months I've been declared too mentally incompetent to get a title shot. Meanwhile, guys like Nick Durden are handed title shots for what? Drinking a cup of coffee? Walking through the front door? You know what you're supposed to be BK? A detour. A nice little accomplishment to pad down my application for a title shot, but you just couldn't stay down, could you? Pretty soon, you'll have no choice but to accept the consequences for throwing my climb towards the ACW World Title off track. You will -
BK London: - YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR CAREER BEING THROWN OFF TRACK?! Before you came along, I was actually IN an ACW Championship match - something YOU have never been in. Before you came along, I was about to win my third World Championship, something YOU have never done. I was, and STILL am the best thing going in ACW, but it seems that nobody has realized that. Flaming-
Adrian Flamingo: Oh give me a break, BK! You just haven't come to grips with it yet, have you? You proverbial light bulb hasn't flickered on yet, has it? You're one of the last members of the old guard here in ACW and all you do is yammer on about your accomplishments and glory days. In fact, you're so self-obsessed that you haven't realized that it's time to step down and let guys like me take our place at the top. Well, stick your snout in the can of Maxwell House, BK! Alicia knew when to call it quits, Latino knew when to call it quits, hell, even Hunter knew when to call it a day! Everyone you knew and loved from your precious "Golden Era" are GONE. Gingerdude didn't make this match to spike ratings or sell merchandise, BK, he wants me to put you out to pasture. I find this to be an appropriate end note on the career of BK London; "He came, he won some titles, he stayed past his expiration date, and Adrian Flamingo put him out of his misery."
That last statement receives quite a negative reaction from the crowd, and it burns a bit of a hole within BK London himself. BK London attempts to put up a front, not backing down from his statement - but as he pulls the microphone from his mouth, he's unable to form words. The recent statements by Adrian Flamingo are piercing him like no other, on top of the recent statements by Gingerdude earlier in the evening.
After a few moments, he pulls the microphone back to his mouth.
BK London: So that's what it is huh? Let me tell you something, for four years I have given my HEART, my SOUL, my BLOOD, my SWEAT, and my TEARS for ACW, and for the past four years, I have been given back nothing by disrespect by young punks like you who think they can step into MY ring, and call the shots. Well...
BK London begins to remove the vest he had on before unbuttoning his sleeves, and the crowd can feel that he's getting ready to fight at any moment.
BK London: ...at the ACW Anniversary show next Monday, you have the opportunity to make history. You have the opportunity to take my career away from possibly - no - the guaranteed BEST - in the business today. And..
BK London unbutton his short and now removes it, revealing a white tank top and Adrian Flamingo prepares for the worst.
BK London: ..if you can do that, you will have cemented yourself as the best. But Flamingo, there's now in HELL, I'm going to allow you to end my career. I'll be the one to judge if my career's over or not.
BK London steps up to the face of Adrian Flamingo, who isn't backing down to the 243 pounder, but it's a slap across the face of Flamingo that sets off the ticking time bomb. Flamingo fires back with a huge first to the jaw of BK London, and now the fight is on.
The crowd is absolutely electric for these two dishing it out in the ring, exchanging blow after blow in the center of the ring. No more than 10 seconds later, Chairman Gingerdude rushes out onto the stage and signals to the back for Australia's finest to race down to the ring. To some major heat, about 8 men standing at 6 feet tall race down to the ring to hopefully break up this encounter, but as they slide into the ring - BK London levels one with a earth shattering right hand.
Flamingo delivers a shot to one on the apron before he can even get in the ring, and now the six others are quite reluctant to get into the ring. As Flamingo turns around, BK London hits a double leg take down and the battle between the two commences with BK London mounting over his foe. Flamingo rolls over and is now mounted over BK London, delivering blow after blow and now the security seizes this opportunity and enters the ring. Pulling Flamingo off BK London, and BK London away from Flamingo - they're separated momentarily.
Flamingo manages to free himself from security, decking a few more before taking down BK London once more and the crowd is definitely into this brawl. The remaining members manage to pull both of them apart, but once again Flamingo grabs a hold of one of the members of security and tosses him over the rope. He turns around once again and BK London floors him with a Shades of Michaels out of nowhere.
Adrian Flamingo's words may have hit hard, but BK London's superkick just may have hit harder. Both of these men have fought over the past 10 months and now it culminates in possibly the biggest match of their careers.
Fade Out.
End Show
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