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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:21:51 GMT -5
Match 3: Los Rojos vs. The Fashion Express - First Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match (Credit: BK London)
The Fashion Express makes their way to the ring, anxious to finally get their chance at advancing to the second round of the tag team tournament. They're happy, vibrant, and ready to get it done in the ring - which is the complete opposite for Los Rojos. Mr. Red comes to the ring, still suffering from the attack by BK London earlier in the evening - and Mrs. Red's spirits aren't too high. They were forced into this match by Gingerdude two weeks ago on Meltdown - but they never though it would result in this.
The bell rings for the match to start, and Mr. Red offers to start the match because he doesn't want his wife in the ring against such a brute like Thunder Train. Mrs. Red offers to take the burly behemoth, but Mr. Red will hear nothing of it. Mr. Red attempts to run full speed at Train, but Train knocks his lights out with a earth shattering big boot.
Mr. Red lays motionless on the ground below and Thunder Train is a bit surprised at how easy that was, while Mrs. Red pleads on the apron for her husband to tag her in. Train picks up Mr. Red and tags in Aiden, his partner, who follows up with a kick to the gut of Mr. Red. He picks up Mr. Red and delivers a sickening short arm clothesline to the former Entertainment Champion, and Mr. Red is absolutely down for the count. Aiden now stalks Mr. Red, who is slowly getting up to his feet, and within seconds Aiden connects with the Silver Bullet. Mrs. Red can barely watch as Aiden pins her husband for the ring.
Moments later she races into the ring to attend to her husband while Fashion Express celebrate their victory. EMTs race out and help Mr. Red to the back as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:23:33 GMT -5
Segment: For Your Consideration (Credit: FSX) Tokyo, Japan 6/9/08 Two hours after Warfare...?! Truly life is a thing that is more fragile then many give it credit, and because of this it often finds itself taken for granted. Whether this be by choosing a career that may be more dangerous then others, or finding yourself in a hospital constantly for reasons of your own self-depreciation, it's just a show that many can't value what they have until they face the fact of losing it all. As many may spend their time wasting away their days and finding themselves bored constantly as they do nothing that could possibly be considered worthwhile with their lives, there are others that are doing all they can to help the world and shed some meaning on their existence. Using your own time and energy to better the world truly is all that it takes to make you a noble person, and this will forever be the case. But assuming you aren't one of the many that finds life something that is expendable and meaningless, and live by a philosophy that everyone is born to await their eventual death, you too are noble in a way. Those that are in the majority, however, still have hope as long as they are breathing. Even if it means nearly losing all they hold dear, and their chance to see another pleasant afternoon...Paramedic #1: Damn it! This just isn't working, and we're going to run out of time if he don't get there soon! Paramedic #2: Don't you worry, buddy! We're doing everything we can, and we'll get you there in time! Some might find it funny how a situation can change so dramatically within a few fleeting seconds, but it's something that is more true then it in reality should be. That life can slip through your fingers simply based on the fact that an unexpected delay presents itself...it truly shows just how valuable each and every moment is. That is should be cherished well it remains available to you, and that it shouldn't be spent simply wondering what to do. For the man that lie in peril...well...he no longer has a say in his own fate. He can play a part in fighting on for as long as he possibly can, but in the end it is all up to how the world decides this day should go. If he is allowed to live and graciously take upon a new view on the world that surrounds him, or if a second chance shan't be allowed and he simply has to pass away. During such fragile moments it is as if time comes to a stop, even as your speeding as fast as you can to reach your destination. Praying silently to yourself, regardless of fate, that you don't take a detour that you can't back away from...Paramedic #2: Damn! Things are looking worse and worse with each passing moment! If we don't hurry up and get to the hospital it's all over! Paramedic #1: This is just wrong..things can't possibly end like this, can they? In the back of a damn ambulance as we race along the fucking freeway?! It's just plain old wrong! I knew we shouldn't of stuck around to do that extra stuff at the arena! That was a notable point of course, as the delay that was witnessed earlier could very well of proved fatal for the patient that they were doing all in their power to save! He could of simply been rushed off to the nearest hospital and of been treated for his injuries promptly and without fail, but instead it was decided that Ginger would stop them for a very notable amount of time? Perhaps to the extent of causing the death of another? This is simply no laughing matter, despite the clear cut comedy routes that the situation lies. It's never something to be appreciated as such a horrible event occurs! But even then, shouldn't they of reached the hospital by now? What else possibly could of slowed them down?Paramedic #2: Don't you dare bad mouth what we did! We had his blessing, and getting Kudo's autograph was worth any life! Paramedic #1: What the hell are you talking about?! He was begging us to leave and head there already! But NO! You had to pull over so that we could get a fucking autograph?! His LIFE is on the line! He only has one life to live! Paramedic #2: Don't you dare start naming off soap opera's at me! I may of made a mistake, but if he dies at this point it's all on your shoulders! No, it's not my fault at all! Well, that's quite the unexpected twist after all then. One wouldn't of imagined that Kudo was once again to blame for a delay in the recovery of his old friend, though one must imagine that this once again was an unintentional coincidence that happened to coincide with the horrible events thus far. Now it seems that everything has gone past the point where common sense is allowed to reign supreme, as all those currently in the ambulance with the exception of the patient have degraded into a war of words. Not paying any attention to anything else aside from just who would be to blame in the case of the death of their patient, it's quite clear that they both would be for their sheer incompetence. Who stops treating someone to get in the midst of a petty argument? Perhaps it's to be expected...Paramedic #1: What do you mean by that?! How do you possibly see that being the case?! It doesn't make any sense at all! I've done nothing wrong so far, and it's all your fault! Paramedic #2: Well for your information I happen to see this as being your fault for the obvious reasons! I mean, we've been parked in front of the hospital for five minutes and you haven't even made a lone effort to bring the guy in there! ...Well, sometimes things are just too cruel. As the sick realization comes upon the more competent of the two idiots that they have wasted much more time then possibly necessary, it seems his first reaction is to simply waste more and more. Rather then take this prime moment to go ahead and bring Fallen into the hospital he instead has chosen to stare at the driver in disbelief, shaking his head a few times as he doesn't seem to comprehend the sheer stupidity he has just witnessed. Yet all the while he is busy exposing his own by making such a horrible error in judgment...truly odd how the world works.Paramedic #2: ....What?! Paramedic #1: You...idiot! Nevermind that, there isn't any time to waste! We have to get him inside! Nodding to one another, it finally seems that they have come to the obvious realization that this has never been about their personal squabbles. No...despite all the blatant problems that they have already displayed to one another earlier on it's now quite clear that they have to worry about the injured man. Smiling once to each other as they seem to come to a silent understanding, they begin to ready Fallen to be removed from the ambulance. There seems to be just one problem in this matter, however. It seems that FSX isn't actually in this ambulance after all! That does seem quite odd, however, as these are definitely the same Paramedics as before... In fact, there doesn't seem to be any patient in the ambulance! Perhaps this has something to do with the back door of the vehicle being open...uh oh....Paramedic #2: Holy fuck!!! Where the hell did he go?! Paramedic #1: Oh shit...oh shit...we remembered to bring him, didn't we?! Oh damn! Oh god...we're gonna get so fired over this! Do you think he fell out of the back at some point well we were driving? Damn..damn damn damn..I can't go back to selling real estate! Paramedic #2: Easy! Just calm down, buddy... I'm sure he's just hiding around here somewhere on us and waiting to yell out surprise! Paramedic #1: What..?! We're in a fucking ambulance, you idiot! You know what...Screw it! I've got nothing to lose at this point, and I've been waiting to do this for a LOOOOONG time! Letting out a lone grunt before finally letting loose, the more competent of the two Paramedics soon also proved to be the more violent of the two, suddenly lunging forth toward his partner in an attempt to likely rip his head right off! Whether he succeeds or not may be a simple and pointless unknown, however, as the battling of the former friends is soon cut away to the sight of Fallen slowly stumbling into the Emergency Room. It appears that he must of awoke at some point during the trip and came to the realization that they weren't moving for a long period of time. So rather then risk his life on two idiots he decided to wander into the hospital himself? Smart thinking for someone with head trauma! Groaning softly as he found himself dropping down to one knee or the other on several occasions as he struggled to keep forth a consistent effort, gritting his teeth as he reached forward and attempted the grab a nurse on duty.FSX: Excuse me....miss? I could use some serious help, or I'm going to die... Nurse: What?! Oh no! Don't worry, I'll get you a Doctor immediately! Just wait a mo....wait, are you that Fallen Souls fellow? Had Fallen any sense left in him he likely would of seen a problem with the nurse suddenly asking him for his name without a proper reason, rather then simply rushing off in order to get him some help. In fact, it seems that her expression toward the matter has suddenly taken a rather radical turn from that or earlier worry...she almost seems to be quite giddy that Fallen has come to her with his injury. But why would that be the case? Given the track record of evil grins and the horror that hospital can provide to someone if they aren't careful, one has to imagine that this is yet another one of those situations. But what could possibly be done? It was their job to help those in need, wasn't it?FSX: Ugh...yes....why? Nurse: We've been expecting you. Don't you worry, I've been instructed to get you to the best care in the world. You'll be healed up promptly....Mr. Souls... ...Or perhaps it was simply their job to shell out their soul to the highest bidder. As Fallen could no longer properly focus and keep himself from simply losing consciousness, the last thing he would see before he fell back down to the ground was the nurse waving over someone in a lab coat that had a sickening smile upon his face. Just what was going on at this point? Had this entire hospital been corrupted by the word of Ginger, or was this all simply a creation of the broken mind of Fallen at this point? It's quite hard to judge, but one would imagine that it wouldn't be broadcast if it was just an illusion..no..something seriously wrong was going on, and for once Fallen couldn't find out just what it was for himself. Well..he would...but there is really no doubt that by the time he does he'll be regretting it deeply, and simply wishing that he never had. What madness awaits him as he tries so desperately to survive his own suffering? Perhaps a greater one then he could of ever known...All the more reason that you just can't take a second for granted. Your always running out of time...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:23:56 GMT -5
Hawaiian Hardcore: Encounter Danny Mainer/Jake Cheng Hawaii. When you think of Hawaii what do you imagine? Long beaches, beautiful oceans, little straw-huts and hula dancers. However, Jake Cheng’s current situation is not a little straw hut and it’s not got hula dancers in it, it is however a lovely, golden beach and it is however chockerblock with people. Jake is in a light brown suit with loafers and a white silk shirt, 3-buttons undone pacing along the sand with a less-then-pleased look on his face as the sun beats down on him. He rubs his hand through his hair clearly frustrated at recent events. However despite the noise of the surrounding people he can hear from the distance behind him an engine. He twists around with a “What the Fuck?” look on his face and as he turns around. The sight of a lime-green dune buggy speeding across the baking hot sand greets him, the buggy thunders towards him like a green bullet. As it gets closer, Cheng starts to fear that this car is heading straight towards him but it skids to a halt turning at a 90 degree angle so the left side faces him. Out of the car jumps a rather cocky, smug Danny Mainer with a huge grin on his face. He hasn’t brought the International Title with him but he has brought a 500 pound barrel of smug. Danny: Hey! Isn’t that Jake Cheng? The NEW International Champion?! He won it off Danny Mainer and Dan White after beating Nick Durden in a hard-fought battle! OH WAIT THAT’S RIGHT… Danny Mainer won. Jake Cheng hit the deck like a sack of shit and now I, DANNY MAINER am NEEWWWW ACW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIOOOOOOOOON!Danny glares at The Asian Phenom who is less then joyful at his success, Jake looks the cocky new International Champion up and down about ready to kick him in the teeth. Jake: Where did you get a dune buggy? Danny, in an excited rush replies. Danny: Stole it! So what brings you here on this fine afternoon?Jake: First of all, it’s morning, second, I was walking on the beach thank you very much. Why are you here? Danny: To rub it in that you couldn’t get the job done last w-Superkick! Right in the chopper. Danny flies back into his dune buggy landing across the one seat in it. Jake grabs Danny’s ankle and drags him out of the car onto the sand before mounting him and starting to punch him in the mouth rapidly and violently. Danny suddenly lurches upwards with a violent headbutt cracking Jake in the forehead. Jake falls back and Danny throws his strong, kick-boxers leg into the stomach of Jake dropping him to one knee. Danny: DICK!Danny lunges up to his feet looking to finish off the job but Jake is straight in with a punch to the head. He then hits him in the stomach with a boot and then DDT’s him into the sand, not exactly painful but gets him in perfect position for his next move. Jake climbs onto the back of Danny and starts to dig his knees into the spine repeatedly while throttling Danny of oxygen. With the high quantity of people out here, people have already reported this bizarre situation. The one life-guard available however is acting like a twat running in slow-motion. Danny: RAAGAAALH! *being choked*Jake: DIE! Danny however with all of his strength can’t escape this knee to the spine and choke. However, Jake gets up upon the arrival of the life-guard who in slow-motion tackles him to the floor. Jake seems confused as he allows himself to be dragged down to the floor as Danny gasps for air, spluttering and coughing. Danny looks and sees the incident and seeing Jake being taken down he runs in to kick him or something like that but the lifeguard finally breaks character, twists and punches him right in the eye. Danny hits the deck with a Scott Steiner influenced “OWWWWW!” Life-Guard: BIATCH!The life-guard drags Cheng away leaving Danny on the sand with a no-doubt black eye. However, suddenly something starts to emanate from the water. The water starts to part as a large fin can be seen jutting out. There’s panicking screams everywhere as the locals start to scatter, Jake and Danny look over as the life-guard has already done a runner. Jake and Danny realize the danger and both opt for escape roots. Jake starts to sprint to the boardwalk while Danny hops in his jeep. After everyone has been and gone however the shark danger turns out to be a fat kid with a helmet on with a sad look in his eye. Fat Kid with Shark Helmet: HAI GUISE… WAIT UP!The fat kid goes to chase after people as we’re left with a panning shot of the beach. With fights breaking out before their eventual encounter at Omega Effect they’re wearing each other out early. Both men have everything to gain and yet everything to lose at Omega Effect, but will they even make it to the show in one piece? Find out in the coming weeks. FADE
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:25:38 GMT -5
Segment: Winter – Part 5 (Credit: Nick D)
“But I don’t have to make this mistake And I don’t have to stay this way If only I would wait” - “Winter” by Joshua Radin
Things have been going good for Emiko and Nick. They haven’t fought, and they found out they have many things in common. He loves art, as does she. She can actually draw as good as he can. Her intellect proved to be superior to his, actually. She would correct him every time he made a mistake about anything. And I mean anything. Whether it be math, history, or art. Anything. But Nick liked being corrected. It helped him. He’d rather be corrected than have false knowledge in his brain. And Emiko was there for him, anytime he needed a question answered. He actually felt ok with her. The huge void that was left when his mother died was actually being filled. Slowly, yes. Surely, definitely.
Nick hasn’t many friends, at the moment. His mind has only been focused on Emiko. Emiko, Emiko, Emiko. That’s all that’s been grabbing his attention. The way she smiled, the way she danced. Even the way she moved. She won his heart over little by little. And she won his over the same way.
Nick seemed to block Matt and his uncle out of his heart, a bit. He didn’t pay attention to them. Matt tried talking to Nick, but Nick would always say he was busy doing something. The last person Nick wanted to talk to was his uncle. All he’d say was that Nick’s too young and he shouldn’t be focused on girls. He didn’t need to be knocked off the throne he felt he was sitting on. He didn’t need that at all.
The road to happiness was a smooth one. No bumps have been hit, yet. But in Nick’s case, the smallest bump could cause him to go off-road. That’s how fragile he was, right now. He didn’t want to hit a bump. He wanted happiness. He wanted the love that a mother gives her son. But since she was gone, Emiko was to give him that special love. Would it be a mother’s love? No. It’d be the next best thing. The love of a girl. He’d experience it for the first time. Now, he wouldn’t know what love is, since this is his first girlfriend, is what you think right? But no. He knew that he would love her, soon enough. He knew what love was. He lost his mother. He didn’t have her love, and he knew what her love felt like. Emiko was giving him the love that resembled his mother’s. That’s how he knew she was the one for him.
So young, so in love…
What’s become of the relationship between Nick and Emiko? Well, let me tell you.
Two Years have passed. They were both now 16 years old, and about to enter their sophomore year in high school. They loved each other so much. And they managed to keep their relationship hidden from everyone, all this time. Well, Matt knew, but Nick had warned him not to tell anyone. It was none of Matt’s business in the first place, and he should have felt privileged his little brother would let him know that he was in love. Matt knew how to keep that secret, very well. The Nick/Emiko love road had been a smooth one two full years.
Until now.
They’ve not seen each other in two weeks. Why is that? How is it that two kids so in love, who could not stand to live without seeing each other every single day, can go without seeing each other for fourteen days? Well, it’s like this. Paul, Nick’s former bully, remember him? He wouldn’t let the beating he received at Nick’s hands two years ago go without retaliation. Nick wondered why he’s never seen him around as much as before, outside. Or why Paul has always avoided being within ten feet of Nick all this time. Was he scared? He shouldn’t have been. Nick’s changed in the past two years. That’s what his love for Emiko did to him. He wasn’t that loner anymore. He had friends, new friends he met in high school. He got along well with all of them, quite nicely. He even tried apologizing to Paul, but Paul would quickly run at the sight of him.
However, it was soon found out by Nick that Paul has been following Emiko and he around. Almost everywhere they went, Paul was there. Almost everything they did, Paul saw. He was obsessed with Nick and Emiko. And he knew how to keep himself hidden. It seems the only time he wasn’t afraid of being around Nick, was when he was spying on them. But fortunately, Nick and Emiko didn’t go too far in their relationship. They were sixteen, and they felt they couldn’t take it to the next level, just yet. However, Paul would take it upon himself to inform Emiko’s dad of what his daughter was doing. It took him a long time to finally step up to Emiko’s dad, though. Emiko’s dad wasn’t quite fond of Paul due to the stories he’s heard from Emiko, concerning his reputation at school. And Paul knew this. That’s what caused Paul’s hesitation. But he mustered up the courage and managed to walk up to him when Emiko and Nick weren’t around, one day. He informed him of what was going on between Emiko and Nick. At first, her dad did not believe someone like Paul. But Paul begged him for a chance to prove he wasn’t lying. Working together, they came up with a plan to spy on the two, without them knowing.
Nick: Have I ever told you how much I love you?
Emiko: Why yes, only a zillion times.
Nick: You know, I’ve always wondered what love truly was. I never quite knew. Well, I did. But I never knew how to love anyone else like I loved my mom. You know, when she died, I felt like someone ripped out my heart and pierced it a million times. I know, this is kinda weird comin’ from a sixteen year old, but this is me. I don’t know why I think like this. Talk like this. But I do. And, I feel strongly. I feel so much. A little too much, I think. Sometimes I think it isn’t healthy for me to love too much. But, I loved her so much, Emiko. They say nothing can replace a mother’s love. But I think you have. I really do...My love for you is real…
Emiko: Wow...I don’t know what to say, Nick. I’m just…just at a loss for words. I…I’m really glad you told me this. I had doubts. I doubted that you felt for me as strongly as I did for you, but now I know. After two years, now I know how you truly feel about me.
He leans in for a kiss. As they kiss, they swing on Emiko’s swinging porch bench. They stop. He runs his fingers through her beautiful black hair. He stares into her beautiful eyes.
Nick: I love you…and I mean it…
She leans in for the kiss this time, but it was short lived. A familiar yell made Emiko shudder.
Nick: What’s wrong?
Emiko: My dad…I think he saw us.
Nick: That’s impossible. He’s at work today...
Emiko: I heard him yell...
She turns her head.
Emiko: Oh my God. Nick, he’s coming this way.
Nick turns to see Emiko’s dad marching toward them. By the dirt on his clothes, and the little green bits all around him, Nick could tell that he was hiding across the street in the bushes, possibly lying down on the ground, getting dirty to spy on them. Nick stands up and steps in front of Emiko, in order to protect her from the raging bull that he sees coming toward them. Her father’s face slowly turned red. He was ready to explode any minute now.
Emiko’s Dad: What the HELL do you two think you’re doing!? Emiko Inoue, you know you’re forbidden to have any relationship with any boy of any kind! Would you care to explain to me what you’re doing kissing this punk?!
She gets up and slowly pushes Nick aside to confront her father. He breathed heavily. Was Nick seeing things or was smoke coming out of the man’s ears? Nick shook his head and that image quickly disappeared.
Emiko: Dad…I’m sorry. But Nick and I are in love...you can’t prevent me from going out with him! I love him!
Emiko’s Dad: (mocking her) We’re in love! Oh my god, you can’t prevent us from blah fucking blah! I can prevent you from doing anything I damn well want, and I will you little whore. Get in the house. You won’t be seeing this punk again.
Nick: Don’t you talk to her like that. You’re pathetic. What kind of father are you?
Emiko’s Dad: THE KIND OF FATHER WHO LOOKS AFTER HIS DAUGHTER. Who the hell are YOU to tell ME not to TALK to MY daughter like that? She’s my property. I made her. I brought her into this damn world, I’ll take her out if she wants to disobey me. What the fuck do you plan on doing about it, maggot?
He certainly wasn’t going to fight this man. Her dad was about six inches taller than Nick and he was built. Nick could see the veins in her father’s head pop out. He’d kill Nick with his own fists. What was Nick to do?
Emiko’s Dad: Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now I swear to you Emiko, if you don’t get in that house I’ll beat this little runt or my name isn’t Nakado Inoue! GET IN THE HOUSE.
Emiko: NO!
He steps forward and grabs her by the hair. He pulls on it causing her to let out a shriek. A tear escapes her eye. Nick punches the dad across the face. He quickly looks around for anything to hit him with. Fortunately for him, her dad was a baseball fan. He kept a bat out in the front porch. Nick quickly sees it and grabs it. He hits the dad in the back of the knee with it. The dad was stronger, but Nick was quicker. Nick didn’t hit him anymore. He saw that he was on his knee. He was hurting.
Emiko: Oh my god...Nick! Watch out!
Nick turns around to see Paul charging toward him.
Nick: You!
~!~POW~!~
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:27:04 GMT -5
Segment: Meeting with the pupil (Credit: BK London)
We return from the match, and Mrs. Red is now leaving Dr. Makabe's office. She's definitely heart broken from the loss and the way it went down, but she decides that maybe a walk with calm her spirits.
She begins to make her way down the corridor until she runs into Stephan Russo, formerly known as WWE Gamer to the GFWWE crowd. She turns around and runs right into BK London, the man who injured her husband earlier in the night.
A sick smirk from both BK London and Stephan Russo, which then leads to chuckling from the pair. Mrs. Red is more frightened for her life, and BK London scares her by approaching her even closer. He grabs her by her chin and pulls her closer, against her will. It looks like the two are inches away from kissing, but BK London stops right before they touch lips. Within moments, he now piefaces her down to the ground.
Both Russo and London walk off, laughing at the fallen Red. Her expression turns from one of sadness to anger as the two continue down the corridor. This is far from over, very far.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:27:53 GMT -5
Segment: One more match (Credit: BK London)
There is a brief silence as we return from commercial, but hat silence is now broken with the sound of "Gingerdude's Theme" blasting throughout the speakers. A mixed reaction comes from the sold out crowd in Honolulu as the Chairman steps through the curtain and struts down to the ring. He doesn't look entirely happy, especially after the events that occured at the end of Warfare this Monday.
He steps into the ring, and now walks over to Phillip to retrieve the mic before making his way back to the center of the ring. The music finally dies down and the Chairman begins speaking.
Chairman Gingerdude: Last Monday night on Warfare, I was superkicked in the face by BK London. And while I have been on the other end of his lethal kicks before, this superkick stinged a lot more than previous ones. And why? Because this superkick wasn't just a blow to myself, but a blow to ACW as a whole.
Chairman Gingerdude continues to walk around the ring while speaking.
Chairman Gingerdude: He then uttered the words, which I will not repeat on ACW television, but it basically said that he was fed up with me and with ACW. Now, at this moment, I would say that the best course of action here would be to fire BK London on the spot.
This proposition gets a roar of approval from the crowd, not only did BK London insult ACW earlier - but he insulted the fans, and they don't take too kindly to that.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...but upon looking over the contract he signed with ACW just a few moments earlier, I can't.
This gets quite a bit of boos from the people.
Chairman Gingerdude: Perhaps with this contract renewal, I gave him too much power - and that's a problem on my end. I would attempt to negate the contract, but I know full well that BK London's team of lawyers would be on me like white on rice. So you know what? I'm going to allow BK London to compete in ACW until his contract runs out. But that's still not going to stop me from making his life a living hell...
Once again, The Chairman gets the fans on his side.
Chairman Gingerdude: So I'm proposing a challenge to BK London, a challenge to him at say....Omega Effect IV...
This gets even more cheers than the previous announcement.
Chairman Gingerdude: But it won't be me going up against the former ACW Champion, because I'm not allowed to hit or compete against any talent, so I'm going to put him against a very formidable opponent. An opponent who has faced BK London on multiple occasions...
The crowd ponders to themselves who this person could be.
Chairman Gingerdude: An opponent who has garned several wins over the former ACW Heavyweight Champion...
This brings down the list to a very exclusive few, but some members of the audience have seemed to grasp who Ginger is referring to.
Chairman Gingerdude: An opponent, who I am pleading for to come out his retirement for ONE...MORE...MATCH!
The camera closes in on Chairman Gingerdude's face.
Chairman Gingerdude: Victor "Latino" Laureano...
Just the reference to the former ACW Champion sends shockwaves throughout the ACW crowd. Latino chants circulate throughout the Blaisedell Arena.
Chairman Gingerdue: I know we haven't always seen eye to eye, but at the moment - you're the only one who I have confidence in that can bring down BK London at Omega Effect. I'll give you exactly 11 days to give me an answer, 11 days Latino. Please, for ACW...for the fans...
Cheap pop.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...do what's right.
OoOooOoOoOoO LATINO!!!!!!!!!!
The beats of War's "Lowrider" now fill the arena, and the Chairman makes his way out of the ACW ring. The fans continue to chant for the Latin superstar to make his way back to ACW at Omega Effect, anything to stop BK London.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:28:47 GMT -5
Match 4: Jay Zero vs. Libertines - Do or Die Match (Credit: Jin/Zero)
Both men are in the ring and ready as we return from our last break. The fans are cheering on Libertines, but he looks worried about what he has too do tonight. The two men circle each other then lock up. They struggle with each other before Zero pushes Libertines back and hits a few middle kicks. Zero stays on it like a shark smelling blood and hits four more, sending Libertines to the ropes. Jay goes for a snap suplex but Libertines rolls straight out over Jay and hits a lungblower! Libertines covers but can only get a two count. The fans are strangely behind Libertines, both due to him having to leave if he loses and him being the lesser of two evils. Libertines tries for a quick shining enzugiri but Jay ducks and plants him with a drop kick. Libertines crawls up and catches Jay's kick attempt. He throws it up but Jay jumps with it and hits him with his lower foot, cracking Libertines in the jaw.
Jay throws Libertines over the top rope then runs to the opposite ropes, coming back with a plancha over the rope. Libertines, though, sees it coming and catches him with a sit out spine buster! The fans cheer as Libertines rolls Jay back in and covers, only for Jay to roll him over with his own pin! Libertines gets the rope, but Jay is up quickly and thumbs Libertines in the eye. Libertines stumbles to the corner, prompting Jay to move to the other. Jay runs in at Libertines and smashes him in the jaw with a high knee. Zero vaults up top but Libertines recovers quickly, pulling him off straight into his arms. Libertines moves to the middle of the ring for the big Ben bomb but Zero rolls off his back and hits him with his own signature move, The Crucifixion! Jay's cover only gets him a two count so he gets Libertines up and locks in the blinded faith. Zero shakes Libertines around a few times then sweeps his legs and applies pressure to Libertine's back. Libertines turns around, sending Zero rolling to the side of the ring.
Libertines charges forward, looking to catch Jay off guard, but before he can connect with a running forearm shot, Jay sidesteps and pushes him, sending him up and over the top rope, but luckily, he holds onto the top and lands on the apron instead of hitting the outside mats. Libertines stands up and Jay walks forward. Going for the classic shoulder block, Libertines thrusts himself in between the middle and top rope, but Jay once again jumps over a few steps and then runs forward, leaping up into the air and delivering a scissors kick that guillotines Libertines inbetween the ropes and the mat.
He slowly rolls off the rope and into the ring fully feeling the effects of the scissors kick. Jay drags him towards the center of the ring and goes for a pin.
ONE.
TWO.
THR--
Jay lifts Libertines shoulder up!
The crowd boos at his antics but Jay only laughs. He isn't done here yet. He lifts Libertines up to his feet and decides to have a little fun. With the referee standing behind Libertines, Jay uses all his force to push Libertines, sending him back and clocking heads with the referee. The ref falls to the mat and it looks like Jay has got something in mind for him. He slides out of the ring and walks over towards Philip, demanding a chair. Of course they comply and move out of his way. He folds the chair up and slides back into the ring, stalking his former tag team partner.
Maxwell McNally :: Oh come on! The man's defenseless!
'Fast' Eddie Edison :: Yeah but it's strategy! Look Max! This is Jay's chance to send Libertines home packing!
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:29:02 GMT -5
Libertines starts crawling on the mat, trying to get towards the ropes. Jay isn't very patient though. He shakes his head and lifts the chair up high, ready to strike down anyways. But then! "Blind" by Silverchair begins to play on the sound system, causing an uproar here in Honolulu. All 8,000 fans jump to their feet as the image of Rattlesnake makes his way out into their sight. IN the ring, Jay has quickly spun around, not believing what he's seeing. Maxwell McNally :: It's Rattlesnake! 'Fast' Eddie Edison :: What the?! What's he doing here! This doesn't concern him! Maxwell McNally :: Well look what he's bringing down to the ring Eddie! He's got a steel chair in hand just as well and from what I can see from down here, Jay isn't looking too pleased! Rattlesnake begins walking down the entrance ramp, looking into the ring with a purpose. He smiles when he makes eye contact with Jay and gets a good grip on the handles of the chair. Jay shakes his head and gets close to the ropes, ready to use that chair if he has to. The music begins to fade out as Snake approaches the ring apron, avoiding contact from Jay's amount of reach. An irate Jay Zero paces back and forth, waiting for Snake to enter the ring -- never taking his eye off of him. After a little while, Jay doesn't understand why Snake is just standing there and not doing anything -- but then it hits him. Literally. BAM! 'Fast' Eddie Edison :: What the?! Low blow! That's illegal! Come on ref! Disqualify him! Jay Zero doubles over and drops to his knees after suffering a major low blow from the now recovering Libertines. Even with his heavy duty cup on, it seems he got right under it, because that did some damage! Maxwell McNally :: Well if there was any time for Libertines to take the lead and capitalize, it would be right now! However for Libertines, that may have been all he had left in him. He sees the steel chair by Jays body but can't summon the strength to reach over. Seeing his place now, Rattlesnake slides in underneath the bottom rope and kicks the chair towards Libertines, while Jay was also beginning to reach for it. The crowd cheers as Snake circles the ring, checking out all aspects of what's going on inside it. Libertines has taken a handle of the chair and pulled himself to one knee. Jay has also done as much as that, grabbing onto the ropes and pulling himself up. Jay slowly reaches a vertical base and turns around still grasping his man jewels. Rattlesnake waits back on it, then delivers! CRACK! Jay Zero is nailed right in between the eyes with the unforgiving steel chair and is sent down to the mat -- HARD. Snake smiles, hoping to have tought Jay the lesson he deserves. He drops the chair and exits the ring after doing his job. This is now the time for Libertines to make his move. He finds the energy to use the chair to push off and stand up, and then begins to stumble trying to catch his footing. He stumbles back into the corner, resting against the turnbuckles. With the crowd showing their support for him, Libertines fights to find the energy to move out from that corner. Semi-out of it, Jay slowly begins to crawl to his feet. Libertines takes notice, and with all that he has left, he starts to lift the chair up high over his head. Outside the ring, Rattlesnake loves every minute of it. Jay finally reaches his feet and slowly staggers back and Libertines runs forward, using the momentum of his body to swing the chair straight into Jays forward, busting him wide open! He drops the chair and his body numbly falls over, collapsing right on top of Zero! This is it! He did it! Crowd: ONE! ......... TWO! ........ THREE!'Fast' Eddie Edison :: Hah! Look Maxy! There's no ref! Maxwell McNally :: Yeah, but look at Rattlesnake! He isn't letting this one go! He's now waking the referee up! I really think Libertines can do it! Crowd: FOUR! ......... FIVE! ............SIX!Maxwell McNally :: Come on Snake! Rattlesnake shoves and shakes the downed official by the threads of his shirt, trying to wake him up. While on the other side of the ring, Libertines starts to raise his head, looking around for the ref. Seeing Rattlesnake doing his business over there, Libertines finds no use and rolls off of Jay Zero's bloody body. He gets on a knee and then starts to lift Jay up so that he's seated. From that point he slowly drags him to a corner turnbuckle and rests him back in it. He hoists Jay up to his feet, and pushes him back into the corner. The only thing keeping him up right now is his arms that are hooked over the ropes. Slowly, Libertines grabs the steel chair he dropped and begins to walk towards the opposite corner. Rattlesnake has just begun to wake the referee up a tiny bit. In the corner, a motionless Jay Zero continues to bleed out from the forehead. He backs up just enough so that his back barely touches the turnbuckle. He wipes the sweat from his eyes and then smiles at his former partner. We can see the referee now turning over on his side a bit, but Libertines does not notice. He charges forward at full speed, wielding the steel chair in hand! Just in the knick of time! Jay rolls forward and under the chair shot so that he connects with the top turnbuckle! Jay does his best to grab the second steel chair that is in the ring, but his sweaty palms slip and he can't get a grip. One handed he tries to swing, but it's too late as Libertines swings his body around and whails him with the chair. WHACK! Jay drops to one knee and looks completely dazed. Behind Libertines back, the referee begins to motion towards the bell-ringer. DING DING DING DING DING'Fast' Eddie Edison :: What the? Shocked, Libertines turns around and notices that the referee saw the illegal chair shot, and knows that it's over. Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, ---- here is your winner by Disqualification! Jaaaay! Zeeeerooo! BOOOOOO!
The crowd all voices their opinion. Rattlesnake shakes his head and starts yelling for Libertines to finish the job.Philip: Therefore by the rules of the Do or Die match --- Libertines! Is! FIRED! He knew it could be a reality tonight, but actually hearing the words sets him off. He looks down at Jay Zero, dazed on his knees and then at the slightly dented in steel chair. With rage in his eyes and revenge set in his mind, he lifts the chair up as high as he can over his head and slams it back down on the top of Jays skull with a ton of force, making his body just roll right back. As the camera zooms out, we see Jay's body left in a bloody mess, laying in a "X" position. Libertines throws the chair down and then looks out into the crowd, raising his hand up to get one final ovation. Seemingly, his last in ACW. The scene begins to fade out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:30:49 GMT -5
Segment: A Trip to the Doctors (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen, cane in hand, standing inside the door to the medical center of the Blaisedell Center. Both Dr. Mitsuo Makabe and Head ACW Doctor Trace Gibson are seen talking to Phillips, and none of the three look to be in a very good mood.
The Senator: Look, I am not holding it against you that I no longer have my hard-earned title shot! I told you that one too many times!
Dr. Gibson: But it's so amusing to make a politician repeat himself...
Dr. Makabe: *sigh*
Senator: Anyway, I do not wish to state that fact again. What I want to make clear, is that I very well could have a legitimate beef with you, but I choose not to. What I do want, though, is to gain a clearance in time for Omega Effect.
Dr. Makabe: Chairman Gingerdude told us that's not happening.
Dr. Gibson: And I don't want to put all the pieces together when Humpty Dumpty gets kicked off the wall.
Senator: You glib, arrogant moron, listen to me, or you will be adhering to an old proverb...Physician, heal thyself!
Dr. Gibson: How becoming of you, threatening a helpless doctor with grevious violence!
Senator: I have the better part of the night to spend as I wish...and you know well that I can execute a verbal Filibuster just as well as my Uranage...
Dr. Gibson: Touche.
Senator: So then, what will it take to get me cleared? I shall not depart from here until I recieve a satisfactory answer on that question.
Dr. Makabe: We can't do that, not without the Chairman's permission. I hate it as much as anyone else in this situation, but the final word isn't ours.
Senator: I figured as such. But then again, I could...
Dr. Gibson: Nope, you can't always get what you want. And frankly, I don't want you to wrestle at Omega Effect, you'll surely hurt yourself, and you'd probably hurt your opponent, too. Double the work for me, and then I have to keep fixing up the remnants of your unhealed injury, the next time you get suckered into a match. You're too old to keep doing this to me!
Senator: And you are too low ranking on the totem pole for me to bother myself around here any longer. Thank you for your time, but I have better ways to spend it, despite my earlier statement.
Phillips turns around, poking the door open with the cane, and storming off. Makabe turns to Gibson afterwards...
Dr. Makabe: That was totally uncalled for! Aren't we supposed to be helping the wrestlers, instead of antagonizing them? I didn't sign up here to work under someone with a non-existant bedside manner, and the bureaurocratic sense of a gnat!
Dr. Gibson: Aww, come on, I was just having a little fun, and if I can't do that, then what's the sense of doing this job?
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:32:06 GMT -5
Segment Name: No Time for Titles when You're Rushing >_>
The camera fades in to show Jason Freeman, as per usual, in some random hallway. Commence promo.
Freeman: Well, next week, me and Jonny Hughes...The Dynasty... have our tag tournament semi-final match...which of course we intend to win...against Rattlesnake and Dan. Actually, however, besides obvious convidence in our ability to perform in the match, and an obvious determination to get to the finals, and hopefully face The Fasion Express and prove who the real Senatorial Stable members are...yadayadayada, Im going to spare you all the trouble of listening to me, and go off on other matters.
Freeman sorta smiles to himself, before continuing.
Freeman: Now, I'm sure many of you have realized that we haven't seen a certain...Jake Steele around recently, and I know he's very seriously injured...but...I haven't forgotten about him. We all know the truth, Steele. We know that you faked that stupid leg injury, and I know that somewhere at home you're watching this. I know that somewhere you're laughing because you know I can't touch you...but listen Steele, I'm guaranteeing right now, that if you don't get back here soon, I am going to have to find you. And I can do it...don't think that I can't. I know there's the little problem that we're currently on a world tour, but you know what, if I have to skip a show or two, and personally go to your home, wherever it may be, and personally knock you out, stick you on a plane, and bring you back to the ACW arena MYSELF...I will.
From the look on Freeman's face, he seems serious, even though the act of this occuring is quite unlikely. Either way however, he does know that Steele probably...wherever he is...knows what Freeman is saying, and makes sure to make the best of it.
Freeman: Steele, come on, I'm wondering when you're gonna be "recovered"...but Omega Effect is around the corner, and you know...I'm obviously going to be in the tag tournament finals, but I would kind of like a bit of...insurance...wouldn't wanna get left out...and I just so happen to wanna get a piece of you...so I'm kinda suggesting that we go one-on-one...you know? If...of course...you're better by then...and, so I hope to see you on Monday...okay? Now...I've got some more training to do...
And the camera fades out, as Freeman walks off screen. End promo.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:33:04 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 18: A Short Phone Call
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
Scott and Jessie sit at a table in the eatery; Scott with his Thundertrain sub sandwich, and Jessie with a more appropriate coffee and biscuit. The two seem mid-conversation.
Scott: - - - so then I hit the Headshot and it was all over. I’d like to be able to get back on the stage I was a year or two ago, y’know? When I was challenging guys like Latino, AK, Chance Emmerson, Alexander Starkweather; the big guns of the company, legends in their own right. I was near the top and had my chance’s at greatness, but fell the tiniest bit short each time. Now where am I? I can’t even get into the International Title match, let alone survive the first round... but I have a feeling that’ll all change soon, hun, you’ll see.
Jessie takes a sip of her coffee.
Jessie: I hope so, Scott. You seem to be getting happier and less angry, which in turn allows you to gain focus. I mean, with those kids, the normal you would have spazzed out and probably hurled them into a wall or something. It’s actually kind of scary sometimes; but only when people push your buttons and know they’re doing it. Smart people know when to stop.
Scott’s phone rings and interrupts the conversation.
Scott: Gah, hold on a sec, Jess, I’ll just take this call.
Scott gets up and walks a fair distance away from Jessie and the general crowd.
Scott: Hello, Nick. What’s wrong?
Nick: Nothing’s wrong, Scott, I was just calling to see how everything was working out with the you-know-what’s. So - - - how are they?
Scott: They’re great...I mean I didn’t punch a kid today.
Nick: ...Right, good, good. Well, I’m glad everything’s ok. You feeling ok and everything?
[coloor=red]Scott:[/color] Yeah, why?
Nick: Can I not ask how my friend is? Come on Scott.
Scott: Of course you can. I’m sorry for sounding rude there. Anyway, I gotta get back to my table, Jessie’s waiting.
Nick: Ah, your girlfriend, yes, don’t keep her waiting. Precious thing, isn’t she?
Scott: Yeah, she’s beautiful...anyway I gotta go, cya.
Nick: Bye.
Scott hangs up and walks back over to the table.
Scott: That was Uncle Larry; wanted to know if he could stay on Saturday night.
Jessie: Ew, you didn’t say yes did you, he’s revolting.
Scott: No, I told him we were out of town.
Jessie: Ok good. Hey you should try some of this biscuit it’s amazingly tasty.
Jessie breaks off a piece and puts it in Scott’s mouth.
Scott: Yum, you’re right it is delicious.
The scene fades out as the two love birds enjoy the rest of their meal.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:34:57 GMT -5
Segment: Not totally off the hook (Credit: BK London)
Upon returning backstage from that announcement, Chairman Gingerdude begins to make his way back to his office. There's much paper work to be done, and so little time before he has to take off for the location of Warfare in Alaska. He makes his way down the corridor and suddenly he stops and a grimacing expression quickly surfaces on his face. The cameras swing around, and in the Chairman's sight is none other than BK London.
BK London is leaned up against the wall with his arms folded, and now he makes his way towards the Chairman - getting right up in his face.
A brief chuckle by the former ACW Champion before he starts speaking.
BK London: So, you want to sic Victor on me huh? And what exactly makes you think that he'll come out of retirement? I believe it was YOU, who in the last 3 years of his ACW career, made his life a living hell. YOU threw him in all types of matches, YOU attempted to fire him, YOU attempted to get him hurt on a daily basis. So why should he help you? Explain to me..
Chairman Gingerdude: Victor can do whatever he wants to do, whether it is to accept the challenge or not - but I know full well that you wouldn't be so high and mighty facing the man who threw you of a bridge and who defeated you 5 consecutive times.
BK London: Is that it? If Victor decided to drag his old, worn out, water bottle selling ass out here - I would tear him limb from limb. I would make Alicia a widow - got that? I am, and always have been, better than Victor "Latino" Laureano - so keep making your little threats to me. It won't stop me from bringing this company down. Won't stop me at all...
This is BK London's cue to leave. Stage left, BK London heads for, but it's the call of Ginger which brings him back on camera.
Chairman Gingerdude: Whoa, whoa, whoa...BK London. It seems...it seems that I have let something slip my mind.
BK London: And what's that?
Chairman Gingerdude: I see to have forgotten to tell you about your match this Monday. I mean, while you ARE on this rampage against ACW - you're still under contract to me. And that means, I can put you against anyone I want..
This angers BK London, and you can hear the cheers circulating throughout the arena.
Chairman Gingerdude: So I've decided that next Monday, you will go one on one with the current ACW Heavyweight Champion, Sarin. Who gets the last laugh now?
A hearty laugh by Gingerdude before he walks off camera, leaving BK London steaming with the thought of facing Sarin next week Monday
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:40:25 GMT -5
Segment: Tropical Center for Terrific Care in Health DEATH?! (Credit: FSX) Honolulu, Hawaii 6/12/08 11:00 A.M. Survival is something that is earned through hard work and constant effort, or awarded onto you by those that have decided it only right they take care of you. Regardless you are just as vulnerable to the fated farewell as many others, and it is often looming just around the corner at all times. However with proper medical care and a well rested schedule you should have no trouble overcoming even the most horrible of medical conditions, where with the absolute worst of care...for example being placed on a plane and forced to travel 14 hours to another continent....you could succumb to even the most meager of conditions. Considering this you can understand the worry of Fallen Souls as he finds himself in a whole new world from the one that he had previously found himself unconscious a few days earlier, completely unaware of his surroundings or just why he had been brought to such a place rather then remain in the logical accommodations. It's likely though that he wouldn't even bother to ask any sort of question at this point however, as the throbbing pain that he had felt earlier was still quite notable. Perhaps it's simply a miracle that he remains alive to the moment, and hasn't yet passed away under the Chairman's devious plan! Quite the contrary...by the look of him at this point one would assume that he's doing better! Perhaps even to the point of nearly being fully recovered! But one must know that he was sent to this hospital for a reason, and an insurance plan must be in the making...FSX: Where.....where am I? Holding his head for the moment as he struggled a bit to have a clear look around his surroundings it almost immediately became clear he wasn't in Japan anymore. But seeing as he doesn't have a dog named Toto that hardly seems to be very relevant! Anyways, it appears that Fallen is suddenly in the midst of...Hawaii? Why, that couldn't make any sense! Just why would he find himself in the one place that he was supposed to go too? It seemed much more likely that he would discover himself in the middle of nowhere and have to go on yet another quest in order to discover the arena in which ACW was being held before it was too late! But seeing as that isn't the current route, everything appears quite peculiar. Why would Ginger make sure that Fallen made it to Honolulu? That wasn't like him at all.FSX: Weird...I guess he wants me to make it to the show on time after all! Ohh...maybe he's finally come to the realization that I have what it takes to produce alot of money for the company, and thinks I have what it takes to defeat Sarin! Voice: Or perhaps he has more sinister intentions for you, my friend... What's this?! A mysterious voice that is secluded to the same hospital room that Fallen happens to find himself in? This could get dangerous! As Fallen is quick to look around with a renewed vigor for the location of whatever beast of pure evil had decided it best to attempt to engage him at this time, he soon came to the discovery that it wasn't a beast at all! No...in fact, it was something much worse! It was...it was.....the most horrific thing that Fallen had ever encountered over his expansive and full career as a Wrestler and traveling minstrel! Why, it is a Mysterious Individual!!!....which....I suppose could better be described as a homeless man with a beard that rivals G.I.Jaw's in sheer size and scruffiness! Staring on in horror at the cross-eyed wreck, Fallen would quickly search around his bed for something. Perhaps he wanted a weapon! Or maybe he just suddenly found himself in need of a bed pan...Either way, he didn't manage to find a thing and was left defenseless!FSX: What the....Who the hell are you?! I am NOT dealing with the poor! I already went down that route once upon a time, and it's just not going to happen again! 'Hobo': At ease, my poorly mannered friend. My name is Esteban Curtis von Evans! I am an aristocrat from the far north, and have been brought here for reasons that rival your own I am sure. Well, such a comment didn't make much sense to Fallen in actuality. He didn't even seem to really comprehend as to why a French aristocrat was spending his time in a tropical paradise, instead of being stuck up somewhere. Not about to delve too much in the notable hole in the story that Esteban had told him a moment later, he decided to simply shrug it off and slowly get up to have a proper look around the room. It was quite spacious, after all. Really quite nice if it was viewed in the right light, and Fallen had no reason to really see it in any other! Maybe Ginger cared about him after all to send him to such a place on purpose...though it wouldn't explain a lot of things.FSX: Oh? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm here just to recover from a head injury and head out to the show in a couple hours or so. I've gotta be there or no one else will bother to show up! Ahaha..not really, but I'm reasonably important too. So why are you here? Esteban: Myself? Why, I am here for reasons of false imprisonment for Treason! Back in my homeland of France I am to be known as the Count of Monte Cristo upon my escape from this place, and I intend to make my revenge quite swift and deadly! Well, alot of things suddenly made more sense then they had a moment earlier. Fallen may have been sent to this place for a reason of trickery or mild importance, but he was entrapped alongside the rest of the demented crazy people. This was 2006 all over again! Not about to make the same horrible mistakes that he made the last time in an asylum, Fallen carefully nodded to the grinning 'Count' and decided to play along for the time being. After all, as long as he didn't betray him there was no reason for a battle to break out.FSX: ...Suure you are....well, what do you want from me then? Because I'm not about to help you strike revenge on France in the year 1664 or something. I'm not the kind of guy who time travels, despite the way I may look! Esteban: You, my friend will assist me in my grand escape! You see, this place is basically a prison that has simply been disguised as a tropical paradise! The guards here are known to torture those who find their home in such a place on a regular basis, and it won't be long before you too fall to such a fate. You are nothing but a prisoner of design at this point! So if we are swift there should be little problem in are timely escape! FSX: Are you sure about that? It seems alot like a regular hospital to me. In fact, they even seem to of done me some good. I'm feeling alot better then I was before, and I'm pretty much good to go at this point! This place was in actuality a place of torture and horrific experiences that would cause nightmares to the average infant? Perhaps it was a mental asylum after all! Beginning to think more and more that it was Ginger's plan all along to have him committed once again and trapped for a long enough period of time to not take part in the Main Event of Omega Effect, Fallen would feel himself beginning to panic deep down and try to put a logical spin on all of this. Perhaps it was simple a misunderstanding! Maybe this place was just a hospital after all, and a crazy person just happened to be there! Yeah, that must of been it!...That had to be it...Esteban: Simply an illusion to the naked eye, my friend! Unless you are wearing the invisible goggles that I possess you can't possibly see such horror that lives in this foul place! We must make haste, as they will soon learn of our plans! FSX: Wait a second, what am I doing here then? I just suffered a legitimate injury and needed to get some rest before I headed over to Meltdown! They can't stop me from doing my job, can they? I don't want to get fired or anything! Though I'm really just fighting toward a possible retirement...Kind of a losing battle if you think of it like that, but I try not too. Anything can happen, after all! As logic began to break through the simple cracks of the world around him, Fallen did make quite the valid argument. As long as he put on the show of being a completely sane individual when someone showed up to check on him later on there was absolutely no way that they would be able to hold him as a clinically insane individual, and the rest would simply be coincidence! This was just a hospital for the dreadfully ill, after all. He wouldn't have much trouble getting out of there...as long as he was careful, anyway.Esteban: That is rather unimportant to me. They will consume you if your not careful, and it appears that they may have already broken your fragile mind. Your lack of desire to stage a successful escape from this place is truly quite troubling to me, and I believe I'll be better off on my own! Simply beware, young friend...soon you will realize what they will do to those that attempt a daring escape! FSX: Well...alright then, have fun. I'll probably just go ahead and leave through the front door well your being an idiot. Shaking his head slightly as he saw the great Count take a bow to his new friend, it was quite clear that he was at least in the presence of someone who had genuinely lost their mind. Watching in mild amusement as the man suddenly sprinted out of the room and started screaming uncontrollably as he put forth a rather idiotic effort of escape, Fallen sighed to himself and decided it was time that he leave as well. Some of what the man had said was quite true, after all. He didn't want to be around when the Tropical Paradise became a truly horrible place where no average man could survive! As Fallen made his way out of the same door that the insane Count had a moment earlier, he took a turn to the left and was met with a site that he honestly couldn't of seen coming. It seems that..well..there was a recreation of the Sitcom Scrubs, down the the last detail. The only notably differences would be that all of the roles were filled by people with general abnormalities...this was getting weird.FSX: What is this, the land of Hospital sitcoms? Because I'm totally not about to deal with a bunch of bad actors trying to play off roles far beyond their pitiful abilities! [Such an accusation would be enough to attract the attention of everyone in a distance to hear what he said, and Fallen began to curse himself softly as he realized that he just made one of the greatest escape that an individual can possibly make well inside and asylum and had offended the patients! As he looked through the cast of bizarre characters he could only shake his head softly, snickering to himself at the odd parody names they all happened to have. This was just ridiculous.[/i] Kox: Re-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-heaaaally? Calso: Shut up, Jerry. Your making an ass of yourself. Kox: I'll tell you what, Rob-o. If you can take a moment to get your head out of your ass and try to stop this patient from escaping your clutches I might not have to stall a single word for twenty minutes and liven up the show. Well, that was unusual for the clinically insane. They didn't usually show any signs of humanity beneath their bad acting, and Fallen took an almost immediate notice to this as he began to sneak by the crowd of bad actors and make his way closer and closer to the exit of the building, looking back with a notable curiosity as he saw that everyone was taking a look at Jerry Kox with general disgust at his recent break of character...Calso: Stop breaking character you idiot! I'm not losing another gig because of your incompetence FSX: Riight...well, I'm going to go ahead and leave now. D.J: No! Don't leave me alone with them, they'll eat me alive! Now was the best chance that he was going to get, and Fallen was all too well aware of it. Based off his previous experience with those that were a bit nutty, he was well aware that they would remain as loyal to the show as possible. So rather then make any sort of attempt at stopping him from escaping the hospital and rushing off to his freedom, they would instead all pause for a moment as D.J went ahead and had his pointless flashback. That ended up being all that it took for Fallen to escape the place and burst through the exit in victory!!....Before running like hell, anyway. He still had to go ahead and make it to Meltdown on time, after all! He didn't want Ginger to just think up a new dastardly scheme and use it to get him fired for missing the show or something! No...he would make it, and he would prove yet another point through all of this. That he just wouldn't be stopped so easily by anyone, despite the bizarre and eerie things that may be done in order to stop him! Nothing would work as long as he had a deep burning desire to go the distance, and he still had it! Not even Scrubs!...
But are Scrubs and Sarin anything alike? You just gotta wonder...
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:44:52 GMT -5
Segment: “Allow Me to Explain” (Credit: Kudo)
As the crowd enters a semi lulled stage in volume, the Alphatron speakers begin to play “Poison” made famous by the defining opening guitar riffs as well as the man who appears into view shortly thereafter, Kudo Yasuda. The unexpected theme immediately sends the fans into fervor as Kudo makes his way out down the ramp with a black suit on. He wears his headband and has the ARMADA flag draped around his shoulders, but other than that, this new formal look is at first a shock to the fans. It does little to stop the chants of “KU-DO!” as he enters the ring and receives a mic from the side.
Kudo waits for the chants to die down a bit, but he enjoys it when it lasts.
Kudo: So it’s been a while hasn’t it?
After showing my face at the ACW anniversary all of a sudden after about a year, I absolutely owe everyone out there an explanation. To tell you the truth, it took me a while to explain it to myself. How could I even begin to convince myself that staying out of the ring for the better part of a year was the best thing for me? Trying to find an explanation for myself to walk away after I was just entering the peak of my career was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to deal with.
Scattered applause of encouragement spread through the crowd.
Kudo: I suppose I should just start this right where I left off. Most of you will remember that as my involvement with the “unnamed” alliance between Yoko Satoshi, Starkweather, Umeko Saito and Wyvern. On paper we were the top wrestling force at that time, and each one of us was in it for our own reasons. Our desire to get what we each wanted was at the same time, the strength behind our unit, as well as the inescapable flaw. After months of having nothing to show for my efforts, I began getting the feeling that I was almost being…used.
The crowd boos.
Kudo: I only know as far as my involvement, and that’s probably a sign of why we never could coexist together. There I was giving everything I had for the alliance, but I was being paid off in scraps. I wore the R-3 flag but at that time it was about as important to them as a doormat. I gave my blood in our war against ACW at the time, and not only did we as a unit fail to create the lasting impact we aimed for, I began taking the toll personally on my body.
But as I stand here in the ring now before you, I can see now that there is a lasting impact through all of this, and that is and always will be, R-3.
The crowd cheers as Kudo rises up the ARMADA flag with one arm.
Kudo: However, by that time my body had already taken immense punishment in my short career here in ACW. The conditions of being involved in the top stable in ACW at the time only exacerbated the situation. After seeing my doctor, I was told that I couldn’t continue at the pace I was going for too long. But if you know me you know that when I step in this ring I give it everything I’ve got, because the prize is worth the price!
Kudo places the ARMADA flag face up along the ropes and corner turnbuckle as the fans cheer him on.
Kudo: So I went and got a second, third and fourth opinion. But there was little difference. So at this time, my physical condition coupled with the animosity I started harboring for power with the unnamed stable, I made the tough decision to take a break to heal my nagging injuries and the intense pace that was likely going to shorten my career in professional wrestling. I told very few people about my decision to step away, partially because I wanted to just fade away. I wanted people to forget the Kudo that labored for the wrong reasons.
I want people to remember me for that reason.
Kudo points at the flag positioned in the corner to a massive pop from the crowd.
Kudo: I spent so long worrying about making this business better for my junior heavyweight peers and in that time I neglected my well being. I’ve scarred my legs, bruised my ribs, collapsed from dehydration on numerous occasions. It all added up to my forced sabbatical from ACW and the sport of professional wrestling. And while it was physically demanding throughout my early career here in ACW, I was mentally drained as well.
Kudo reaches into the chest pocket of his suit and pulls out a folded piece of paper and begins to read as the crowd looks on attentively.
Kudo: Jojo Shibata Frank “The Vulture” Adler Johnny “The Phoenix Kid” Downs Brian Holmes Zack Danger Roger “Angelcito” Garcia Tommy McAvoy
These are the names of some of the juniors that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting over the years; good young guys just looking for a way in, guys who will never wrestle in a ring again. These are the names of some of the juniors that rise up and fall, succumbing to career ending injuries each and every day trying to make it in this business. They’ve put their bodies on the line and frankly the return was not worth the cost. They’ve gotten themselves into more physical problems than even I, just trying to make it on a televised broadcast. And here I am with the golden opportunity to take the reigns of junior heavyweight wrestling and do something good for juniors and I jeopardize that opportunity by nearly ending my own career prematurely.
My time out has given me time to clear my mind and now I compete not only for each and every name on this list, but for R-3 and juniors everywhere that are still sacrificing their bodies in the name of entertainment. For the first time in a long time, I will be genuinely competing for myself and my dream.
I at least owe that much.
Kudo tosses out the mic as the crowd cheers and begins to chant “KU-DO!” once more as he raises the flag up for the fans. From his outfit to his agenda, Kudo appears to be an ever changing man as he progresses into a new chapter here at ACW.
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Post by BK London on Jun 12, 2008 19:46:14 GMT -5
Segment: The Confidence of Illusions (Credit: FSX)
Perhaps it's simply fate that things have once again found their way to a somewhat logical conclusion, but once again it appears that Fallen has managed to finish his travels in the location that he had intended all along, as he finds himself in the midst of the Blaisedell Center, effectively impressing just about everyone that has been paying attention to his journey thus far! Despite the fact that Fallen might not hold the confidence of his peers as he battles on in an attempt to capture the World Title and prove that anyone has what it takes with proper effort, and may have actually formed quite a few enemies for the moment for simply receiving a title shot that hasn't truly been earned in the eyes of many, Fallen did have an uncanny ability of miraculously appearing in the nick of time despite severe injury or misdirection early on, and this is no different. He even appears to be quite a bit healthier then he was on Monday, a broad grin upon his face as he strides with confidence through the backstage area. The last shocking escape had done him some wonders, and a simple feeling that he was unstoppable had grown his head to epic proportions by this point. One might even think that the temporary ego has assisted him in overcoming the period in which he was distraught over the past few weeks! Everything is looking up...thanks to Ginger? Well...sort of.
FSX: It's a beautiful day, isn't it? The sun is shining and I just went ahead and overcame all of the obstacles placed in front of me!...AGAIN!
Laughing softly to himself, Fallen would grin quite satisfied from ear to ear as he continued his casual stroll through the backstage area, well aware that the show would soon find itself coming to a close. He could just hang low and relax in the back before that happened, but where would the satisfaction in that be? No...there was someone that he would much rather run into and give a piece of his mind, and it wouldn't be long before he spotted him off in the distance. The disgruntled look on the face of Ginger as he yelled at a few Interns might just imply that he was already well aware that Fallen had made it to the arena on time, but it seems that is anything but the case. He was likely still pissed off at BK London...though perhaps someone else had gotten on his nerves by now! Who knows with the angry Chairman?
FSX: Just the man that I've been looking for, and I didn't even have to struggle much to find you! Could things possibly be going any better for me right now? I've gotta think that they couldn't! Ahaha...
Taking a single moment to stop and give a little cocky pose to the camera, one might think that the sheer sense of security and value that was radiating off of Fallen at the moment would be enough to grab the attention of the agitated Chairman off in the distance, but it wasn't until he actually made his way over to him that the sick stench of self-worth clouded the air and gained his attention. Freezing up for a moment as he could sense that someone had just caused him another reason to be absolutely furious in the nearby area, Ginger hesitated for a moment before slowly turning to face Fallen. Taking a moment to look over the number one contender and make sure he wasn't having some kind of bad dream, there was really only two words that would come to his mind.
Ginger: Fucking hell...
FSX: What's this? You don't seem very pleased to see me, Ging! I figured you'd be incredibly happy to see your favorite backstage hero show up just in the nick of time...again...
Ginger: How are you even here, damn it?! I had them send you to the most obscure and deranged hospital on earth! It's not feasibly possible that you would make it from there to here by now! It's literally impossible, damn it!
Disbelief on the face on the man that opposes him, and the cool knowledge that he has just something that was meant to be impossible once again. Is there really much question as to why Fallen's spirits happen to be up for once? Things are finally going his way all the way, despite any injuries that might try to get in his way! He didn't have to let anything get in his way and try to stop him at this point, and he wasn't about too! Especially if it happened to be an angry old man who happened to be obsessed with young talent...No...this was a victory for Fallen and many others who don't hold the respect they deserve tonight! It was all so satisfying...
FSX: Well, it seems that the most deranged hospital on earth happened to be just across town. Pretty lucky, isn't it? Now you don't have to miss a single moment of my wonder!
Ginger: Just shut the hell up, Fallen! You know damn well I've been doing all I can to stop you, and there's no reason to mock me for the fact that you've made it through unharmed so far! Good for you! But I've got news for you...It's NOT going to last. It's only a matter of time before something stops you, and I'll be there to have a good laugh as I watch you suffer. Even if it means watching Sarin do everyone a favor and end your pitiful career!
FSX: Oh, don't you worry your little head about that! All that I've gone through over the past few days has really got me thinking, and I honestly believe now that I've got a chance to beat Sarin after all! If I can overcome stuff week after week, then I must at least have a shot in the dark at causing you the worst day of your life, right? Don't you worry...I'll make sure to be there and have a good laugh as I watch you suffer! But for now, I'm sure that you've got some business to take care of! So I'll be on my way...don't you worry, I'll have a great night!
Literally fuming at the entire situation that was presenting itself to him, Fallen could only laugh softly and turn away from the Chairman, beginning to hum a tune to himself as he began to stroll off into the distance. It looks like things have just been nice and simple this evening, and Fallen can go out on top with ease! But could Ginger really let things end like this? Allow the number one contender to leave with a confidence that he has what it takes? This could be fatal to his plans! Clearly growing distraught and quite red in the face over the whole matter it seemed almost as if he was about to have a heart attack...before a cool smile suddenly came to his face and he rushed forward to catch up with Fallen.
Ginger: No way. You stop right now, and you wait a damn minute before you go off to have a merry night of celebration!
FSX: What is it now, Ginger? Going to whine and moan some more over how I've thwarted your plans once again or something? Because it's not like your a super villain...I don't think your allowed to say thwart.
Despite the other little jab that Fallen had just taken at the ego of Ginger, it was clear that this one didn't bother him whatsoever! No, by the look in his eyes it seems that yet another devious plan has been formulated in order to ensure that Fallen isn't able to leave tonight a happy and confident individual! No, things were going to change and he was going to be the one smiling by the end of the evening. Grinning from ear to ear as he slowly approached Fallen and laughed softly to himself, he would eventually reach forth and take a distinct hold of his arm as he squeezed it quite a bit, laughing softly as his lower lip quivered at what he was about to say. Despite the utter evil of it all, Fallen still seemed quite bored with the fact he'd been stopped from just leaving already...what could this possibly be?
Ginger: Shut up! No, I've decided that your having a match tonight! Yeah...there's no doubt that you can possibly of fully recovered from your match on Warfare, and there is still plenty time for one more match to take place tonight! So you know what? I'll let that man finish the job for me! I can only think of one person suited for it, too...The man that almost ended your career the LAST time you two fought! That's right! The NEW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, DANNY MAINER!
FSX: Well....fine, I guess I don't really have much a choice. But I can tell you now that it won't make a damn difference who I face, because I'm not about to be stopped! Tonight I'll prove that I can beat the best time and time again, and I'll keep proving that until Sarin is down on the mat, and I've overcome the most monumental of odds...just for you!
Gasping softly and loosening his grip upon FSX at what was just said, Ginger didn't seem to believe that Fallen could still say such a thing despite the fact he was placed in a match with a man that nearly fractured his skull the last time around! Nothing of it was safe, after all, and there was a rather high chance that he could be seriously injured in the match! But he remained so happy...? None of it made sense! How could he possibly still have a bounce in his step? Perhaps it all had something to do with the fact that Fallen had overcome imminent death to be here..and couldn't feel more alive if he tried. A literal skip in his step as he left the presence of the Chairman once again to get ready, there really was no sense in all of this anymore...Such a pleasant smile on his lips as he remained so sure in himself? Ginger couldn't kill such a confidence. What more could be done now..? Or had things finally gone Fallen's way..?
Fade to black.
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