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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:41:45 GMT -5
Match 3: Non-Title Match Thunder Train w/Aiden Joseph vs. Jonny Spade w/Gooey Garth (Credit: AJ) ..::ACW::.. THUNDER TRAIN VS. JONNY SPADE ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Kenji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape *-
“The Ace of Spades” Jonny Spade Age: 21 Height: 6'4" Weight: 255 lbs. Hometown: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Thunder Train Age: Mid 20's Height: 6'8" Weight: 360 lbs. Hometown: The End of the Tracks “Defy You” by the Offspring plays. The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena and spotlights flash around the arena in a random pattern after a while the spotlights focus on one spot on the stage where Jonny is standing there with his hooded jacket with Gooey and then once the lights come back on, G-Unit walks down the rampway and then slides into the ring and hops onto the turnbuckles to pose for the fans and then both turn and hop back down and wait for their opponents so the match can begin
A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until Ice Train’s WCW theme plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN with his tag team partner, Aiden Joseph! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to Jonny Spade in an effort to intimidate.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Jonny and the big Train lock up in the middle of the ring and Spade learns the hard way he will not win any contests of strength with his opponent tonight! With ease Thunder Train tosses Spade into a corner and then does a bit of posing that puts a smile on both his face and Aiden’s. Not one to be shown up, Spade leaps up onto his feet and rushes TT, taking him down with a leaping dropkick! Thunder Train stumbles back to the canvas and Spade slaps on a headlock to keep him down. The power of the Train is once again displayed as he rises to his feet and grabs Spade around his waist. Spade is lifted right up off the canvas and TT frees himself with a side slam. Jonny hits hard and rolls out of the ring for a quick time out. From behind Aiden stalks him, but Gooey is quick to rush to his partner’s side and chase away Joseph allowing Spade the time he needs to recover. Now with a full tank of gas, Spade leaps up and grabs Train from outside the ropes and drives his throat across the top rope! Train stumbles backwards and falls onto the canvas where he is an easy target for the Ace of Spades. Entering the ring via the top rope, Spade leaps off with a body splash that connects on target! Jonny pulls the leg of Thunder Train back but only gets a two count before the eventual kick out. With Spade in control, our match heads to its mid point! MATCH MIDPOINT: Spade continues to derail the Train with his quickness. Hitting the opposite ropes, Jonny Spade comes back strong and knocks Train off his feet with a shoulder block. This immediately draws the Train’s ire for Spade just took a page out of his own book. Relying on his rage as his motivation, the Train leaps up and charges Spade. He drops his shoulder into him for a COAL BURNER and shows Spade his own shoulder block! Spade is knocked out of the ring and falls right into Aiden. Joseph gets a few shots in before Gooey chases him off and Kenji issues a stern warning to Aiden to not interfere in tonight’s proceedings. Spade once returns to the ring where an awaiting Thunder Train leaps into the air and nails him with an elbow drop! Deciding one isn’t enough, TT does it again but this time Spade rolls and Train hits nothing but air. This was exactly the moment Spade was waiting for and he decides to go all out and attack Thunder Train! With a series of rights and lefts, he stuns the big man long enough for him to hit the back ropes and charge forth with a cross body block! The Train stumbles back to the canvas and Spade quickly picks him up and attempts a PUMPHANDLE SCHWEIN! Needless to say the Train’s girth makes this difficult, but with Spades rage, he is able to pull it off! With a cover Jonny goes for the win, but is denied by a two count! MATCH ENDING: We are in the final moments of this match up and it is either man’s for the taking. As they battle back and forth, outside the ring their tag partners await the moment they can attempt to sway the outcome of the match in their partner’s favor. With an Irish whip into the ropes, that soon happens. As Spade is sent flying into the corner, Makabe finds himself in the path and gets blasted! Kenji is knocked down and this was the opportunity Joseph was waiting for! Looking around for an instrument of destruction, the former World Champion finds it as he tosses the time keeper off his chair. With a few pounds of metal in his hand, he slithers into the ring and quickly comes up from behind Spade. Gooey enters the ring immediately for the save, but the Train grabs him by his feet and trips him up. This gives Aiden all the time he needs to pull off his dastardly deed! With a chair shot to Spade’s head, Aiden watches him drop to the canvas with glee. An upset Garth then gives chase, and Aiden leaps out of the ring and runs to the back. This in turn allows the Train to cover Spade, and with Kenji’s senses returning, the rest is academic, or is it? Believing he has a sure victory, the Train is stunned to see Jonny Spade kick out! The fans come alive and the Train decides it’s time to bring out the DERAILMENT! Will Spade get up from this? ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: THUNDER TRAIN!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:42:45 GMT -5
Segment: The Venom Stings. Credit: Jay Zero [Returning from commercial break, a black screen is presented on both your television sets at home and on the Alphatron. All is empty. Just then in the bottom left hand corner, a blinking light becomes visible. It says...] Recorded Earlier [/color][/size][/center] [After several seconds of the text blinking, the shot begins to fill with color and a whole lot of sex appeal. Of course -- we see the man that's broken hearts and broken careers -- Jay Zero. He has a half smile on his face and his eyes squinting as if he was determined for something. Hmm. Anyways. He looks into the camera and blinks his eyes, showing us the massive amount of mascara and eye shadow that he wears. He flips his hair so that one stray strand of hair is no longer in his eyes.] Zero :: Let me first say I'm sorry to all of you adoring Jay Zero fans out there in Alaska, because tonight -- I won't be gracing your presence live. [/color] [The magnitude of cheers is great.] Zero :: And for that you can thank both The Libertines -- and Rattlesnake. [/color] [He wipes his hand over his mouth really quick before going on.] Zero :: But then again seeing as how I did all of ACW a favor by getting rid of that pest, you really -- cant thank Libertines, now can you? [/color] [He laughs into the camera with a big smile on his face.] Zero :: Hahaha! And let's just end all speculations now, k? No, I did not choose to team up with him. No, I did not do it to win the tag team titles! God, if that was really my idea then wouldn't I have paired myself with somebody that's actually felt what it's like to win a good five matches before? Pathetic.
I did what I did -- for a friend. A did what I did, for the publicity. I did what I did --- for me. Like it? Hate it? I really don't give a rats ass about whichever one you DO pick. See, that's my new theory on things. Jay Zero shall do what's best ... for Jay Zero. And nobody else. Got it?
I've wasted too much time -- too much energy worrying about what others thought. I've wasted too much worrying about the friends I have in ACW, and what those people had going on in THEIR lives! It's time for Jay Zero to focus on one thing and one thing only! Right now, I'm not too certain about what that one thing is for sure. Maybe it's the World Title? Maybe it's just becoming the best I can be -- I DON'T KNOW!
...But what I do know is that from now on, people like The Libertines aren't going to drag me down and throw me off course!
And neither will people like Rattlesnake.. [/color] [Jay reaches down and takes a sip of water from a small, clear glass.] Zero :: Snake. You had no business whatsoever in my match with Libertines last Thursday. But for some reason -- some crazy reason you decided to come down to the ring, with a steel chair in hand! What were you trying to do Snake? What were you trying to prove?! That you're better than me? Pft, please. It's gonna take a lot more than just a swift shot over the head to prove that!
But whatever reason you do have for strolling down to the ring and helping the cause of busting my pretty face open, let me be the first to tell you that Jay Zero is NOT pleased. [/color] [He moves his bottom lip over his upper and blows a breath of air up to blow his hair out of his eyes.] Zero :: It was a shady move Snake. But y'know, your personality really fits your name. You act all conniving and swift: Just like a snake.
But y'know Snake those bites can come back to haunt you. See Jay Z is immune, baby! Your poison doesn't get to me! But when I see you in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada on Meltdown, you sure as HELL better prepare yourself for a sting.
'Cause Jay Z just sucked the venom out of his wound. --And this Thursday ... he's gonna strike!
[/color] [Jay gets that ever-so-confident smile back on his face while looking into the camera.] Zero :: -And as you die a slow and paaainful death, maybe you'll finally realize that you should never... EVER! Mess with a poison more powerful than that of any snake in the world!
Maybe THEN! You'll see...
That the most powerful poison of all...
Is Jay Zero. [/color] [Jay Zero stares into the camera, now saying nothing and doing nothing. He just stares. Surrounded by all the black that border his eyes, his blue eyes shine in the light.] Zero :: ...Stay the hell out of my business Snake. The first wound is gonna be deep enough. There's no sense in you coming back for one even deeper. [/color] [As he says his last few words, he glances over to the left and then back towards the camera. For a flash of a second, that vein pops in his throat again. Can he be snapping again? --Whatever it may be, he seems to control it now. He slowly changes back to that half smile once again while nodding his head off to the viewers as the scene slowly discolors.] [FADE OUT]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:43:02 GMT -5
Segment: Delirious (Credit: Sarin)
For a Chairman of an international wrestling federation on a potentially financially crippling world tour, losing contact with your World Champion is the worst case scenario in a business which seems to concoct more worst case scenarios every day. Chairman Gingerdude bites his bottom lip, moments away from a presumptive coronary.
Sarin saves him from an untimely demise by waltzing through his office door, humming "Tiptoe through the Tullips" to herself. Gingerdude only has a few brief seconds to take in her bizarre appearance before she crawls on top of his desk, knocking over his in tray and scattering papers about.
Gingerdude: Bloody hell!
Sarin: No, two Bloody Marys and a cosmo.
He quirks an eyebrow. Though most would view a beautiful young woman climbing onto her boss's table to be overtly provocative in nature, Sarin's demeanor couldn't be less sexual. Her flyaway, whimsical features merely indicate a fanciful delight in resting on a raised platform.
Gingerdude: Well where on earth were you, and what were you doing this past week? Besides drinking?
Sarin: I'd rather not say. It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her wedding dress.
Ginger could not make heads nor tails on this particular pronouncement. Perhaps the stress of the title is driving Sarin to the bottle? But in the three years of knowing her, Ginger never once knew her to be a drinker, have a history of drinking, or even enjoy any alcoholic beverage--which would explain her drunkeness after only three cocktails.
Gingerdude: Be that as it may, you have a match tonight against--
Sarin: --BK London.
Her response startles him. How could she know...? Ginger brushes this off. With reporter leaks and the internet, anyone could discover just about anything. To ensure that Sarin is not floating around his mind, Gingerdude mentally 'shouts' out the number 47 in a very loud voice...in his head.
Sarin: Forty-seven.
With a panicked wail, Ginger topples out of sight and behind his desk. Far too unconcerned to care, Sarin drifts out of the office once again. Gingerdude wants to warn her to sober up before her match, but thinks better of it. Drunken mess or not, Sarin will face BK London tonight.
Unnerved, Gingerdude starts gathering up his fallen papers. Later, he tacks a memo to his schedule: SARIN, CRAZY, PSYCHOLOGIST.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:43:29 GMT -5
Segment: There Will Be Inconvenience (Credit: FSX) Anchorage, Alaska 6/15/08 7:00 P.M Perhaps only the slightest grasp of society can make sense of some situations, or perhaps this was one that was never meant to be properly understood. Regardless of the case it has immediately became quite clear that mistakes were made, and trouble is now all that presents itself down the line. It's all due to a feeling of confidence after a long streak of disappointment and worry, and it's all about to turn full circle if things don't change soon. After all, Fallen had just recently agreed to go on what was basically a witch hunt for the lost gold of Alaska, and the law of averages dictates that he is going to most likely fail miserably and be horribly attacked by the son of John Wayne. All in all, it seems quite inevitable that the two fail and suffer because of this journey...but crazier things have happened.
Such as meeting a group of British Prospectors and discovering they were under the hypnotic spell of a horrible actor who was attempting to be a cowboy. Regardless of the past though, it didn't appear as if things were going very well in the present. Since Fallen and Ethan had last left the safety of a crappy saloon to head off together and attempt to find some gold things haven't been going very well. Not only has it been an entire day since they left, but it's become quite clear that they don't actually have any realistic idea as to where they happen to be headed. One might even say that the hunch that Ethan had was all a lie! But none of that matters now...as being out in such a cold was really starting to effect the two, and they were running low on time to start shelter.FSX: This sucks....why the hell did I ever agree to head out east with a wannabe cowboy anyway? I mean..seriously! I should of learned my lesson by now, but no. I always go out into the most secluded and random of areas with the most bizarre individuals. I don't even know why I do anymore!! Wayne: My guess is that you want to be more exciting then you actually are, and try and leach off my greatness? Staring in clear disbelief at what he just heard, Fallen seemed to grow quite agitated at what was said. Who was this guy to question his value to society in such a way? Deem himself immediately more entertaining, and assume that Fallen finds himself with these crazy people because he desires to be around those with a similar or greater level of insanity?! Most of that was just utterly ridiculous, and he wasn't about to just stand by and listen to such crap! Luckily they were both walking at the time, so listening to the crap wouldn't be such a big deal....but he still mad!FSX: That doesn't make any sense at all. For that to be true you'd have to be entertaining, and I'd of known ahead of time that you were going to drag me out into the middle of nowhere to look for some gold....which we STILL haven't found. I mean, even if it's missing for thirty years doesn't mean it should take us more then a day to find! Right? Wayne: I really could care less anymore. I'm tired of putting up the act like my daddy did in this weather, honestly. I just thought you could use your natural instincts to find us some gold and fast, but instead you found us the middle of nowhere and an icy grave to relax in. That much was still true, and Fallen did seem to recognize it as such somewhat...the two of them hadn't made any progress toward their goal thus far, and have most likely wandered into the middle of nowhere by now. It had been so long since they last spotted a building by this point, after all...it was only a matter before they just gave up hope and laid down to die! But there was still some time for that, thus Fallen still had a good bit of time to complain over the situation he found himself in. It was all teaching him a rather valuable lesson...don't waste your time on madness!FSX: Yeah, because I was hoping that we would wander away from civilization and freeze to death...In fact, how is this my fault?! Your the one that has been leading us around all of this time, so it's not as if I brought us here! Wayne: Wait a second...I was the one leading? Oh damn...I thought you were. Both of the men stopping in their tracks for a moment, Fallen would just stare in disgust as Wayne seemed to be quite confused for a moment at the fact that he had been leading the two of them to their death all along. What could really be done about this now though...? They had already come so far, and turning back was no longer an option. It seemed they were just doomed to die the way that they have lived the past day or so, and that's wandering around aimlessly for gold. Sighing softly as he simply shook his head, Fallen would begin once more to walk along the aimless path that the both of them followed, hoping deep down that something would appear sooner rather then later now...but what would at this point?FSX: Well, that really doesn't matter at this point. I don't think we're about to find some gold just laying in the middle of nowhere, so we may as well have a look around and hope that some shelter miraculously pops up in the nick of time so that we don't freeze to death. Well, that was clearly the cue! But why hasn't a building yet popped up in order to help them out of the painful cold? Could it possibly by that things aren't actually going according to a script, and that these two are actually in a life threatening situation? It's beginning to appear as if that is the case as the two of them look to one another with a doubtful glance, Fallen sighing softly as he readies himself to slay Ethan for bringing him to such a horrible place, and Ethan in turn preparing to die. Unfortunately for that to happen they wouldn't of found anywhere, and a saloon seemed to be in the distance. Looks as if they'll live after all! Too bad...FSX: Well...that was conveniently easy. Who would of thought that it would just appear like that, right? Anyway, let's head over there before I have to die in a frozen pose after killing you. Wayne: Sounds like a plan to me, good sir. I'll go ahead and get the awesome accent back too when we get inside, so things can get interesting for everyone again! FSX: Well, that's just great...because everyone loves a cowboy in Alaska. As the two of them look prepared to due some sort of battle with one another once again, it seems to be broken up quite quickly by their sheer desire to live, rather then pass away in disgrace. After all, they both have something that's worth living for...Quickly racing toward the saloon now as time was waring quite thin, they would both simultaneously gasp as they dove through the front door, shaking in their deep freeze as they panted and shuddered quite constantly. One can't truly notice just how cold it is outside before they find their way to warmth, and it was painfully evident to the two now. As Wayne seemed to sprawl out on the ground and literally shiver into convulsion for a few moments, Fallen would slowly drag himself up to the bar of this place, staring to the man attending it with a needy glare. He wanted something free, and he wanted it now.Bartender: You guys look like you've been wandering around in the open for more then 24 hours! What a pain that can be...I should know! Anyway, perhaps I can help you out, as we're giving away free milkshakes today! FSX: Oh...well, that's quite convenient! Thanks, buddy! Me and my associate here were just in the neighborhood looking for gold and stuff, seeing as we wanted to save some Prospectors or something...hasn't been going well. Seems like I can't do everything after all... Sighing softly as realization was suddenly flooding over him, it would finally become clear that the impossible was just that on occasion, and nothing would change that. His luck in wrestling hadn't brought to any luck in real life, after all....and it was truly unfortunate. As he seemed to begin to sulk just a bit well awaiting the milkshake that he had been promised, the bartender seemed to become a bit paranoid of what he heard, looking around nervously for a few moments as he slowly pushed the milkshake over to Fallen.Bartender: But of course you can't. This land has been drained of gold for the past thirty years, and that won't change anytime soon. FSX: Wait...how can it possibly be drained of gold? Bartender: DRAINAGE, GOOD SIR. DRAAAAAAAAAINAGE!!! His eyes suddenly seeming to bug out of his head, Fallen would back away startled upon the almost rumbling groan of the man, looking to him a bit surprised as he stared with a small grin. That was quite weird...and this guy didn't appear to mind yelling in his face at all! How rude that all was! A bit frustrated from the previous situation, Fallen would slowly return to his seat and scoff at what he had heard a moment earlier, taking a hold of his milkshake.FSX: .....What the hell is your problem? I just asked you a question, and you suddenly flip out like an idiot? That's just plain old rude! To think that I thought Ethan here was bad....but I suppose that's just the state for you. Bartender: What...?! Well, you know what? Just for that you don't get a free milkshake anymore! In fact, I DRINK YOUR MILKSHAKE!!! Startled once more by the vulgar and almost obscene manner that the man was acting in, Fallen would growl softly under his breathe at the man suddenly stealing away the one beverage that he had been given this entire time, laughing to himself as he attempted to drink the thick shake quite quickly. This just seemed plain old idiotic to him at this point, and he wasn't about to deal with it anymore! Raising from his seat without another word, Fallen would turn away from the bartender and have a quick look around for his associate, wondering just what had become of Ethan during all of this...not that it would make any difference on his decision to get the hell out of there.FSX: This place is just idiotic! I'm getting the hell out of here, and I've had more then enough of this stupidity! You can deal with the rest of your damn gold hunt yourself, Ethan!!...........Where the hell did you get that?! Now things were just getting too ridiculous, even for his own tastes, and Fallen couldn't possibly believe the turn of events at this point. Ethan suddenly had found himself a bag of gold?! That was just wrong, and he knew it. This had nothing to do with his own presence, and it seemed overall as stupid luck more then anything! How could idiotic luck be the thing that brings riches in the world?! It made no damn sense to him anymore!Wayne: What? Oh, it was under that table in the corner actually. Thanks for the help, my Asian friend. FSX: ....Fucking Alaska.... As Ethan seemed quite pleased to have found the gold that he was in search for, even if it wasn't an amount that could possibly assist the prospectors he had originally been searching for...or even in the fashion that they had hoped it would be discovered..it was quite obvious from the start that he just intended to keep it for himself. Fallen, on the other hand, truly couldn't give a damn at this point if he had found gold or if he had found true love, as it was clearly in the wrong place and for the wrong reasons. He was tired of this state already as it was, and he couldn't possibly leave it soon enough. As Ethan continued to celebrate with his wealth Fallen would be on his way out the door, and he would begin his journey back toward the arena ACW was being held in...this journey had no true benefit to him, and if anything was a simple hindrance. After all, it simply taught him that he wasn't perfect.....perhaps the best lesson he could of learned....
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:44:22 GMT -5
Fine Dining Danny Mainer Remember that fancy little restaurant we talked about a few segments ago? The Maine Course? Well, that’s started to come into fruition, nearly 2 months after the first visit to the abandoned store the place is ready to rock. The pictures will come soon in Danny’s business page but it’s a truly nice Italian restaurant. Very scenic, with hard-wood floors and corner booths this place is a pretty little ditty cooked up by The State of the Art and his loving, caring girlfriend. The two are stood in the office on the second floor where Danny is in a black Savile Row & Co. suit with black loafers and a blood red tie. He’s sat at a desk with a green writing mat, laptop and a few bits and pieces of paperwork. On the other side of this desk is his girlfriend, Caitlynn Dufraisne. He’s clutching to his ear a Motorola Razr listening intently to the other end of the phone while his girlfriend who is in typical white chef gear, highly amused by her froofy chef hat placed on her head. She continues to touch it and mess with it while Danny has a relaxed conversation over the phone. Danny: So you reckon you can ship us the natural ingredients at a 30% discount?Pause. Danny awaits his response and his smile tells he’s satisfied with it. He slicks his hair back in sheer cocky happiness. Danny: Well we’re going to need tomato sauce, pasta, all sorts of flour and other goods for making pizza. We basically are going to need a biweekly shipment of enough food to supply an Italian restaurant for those 2 weeks. Yeah, yeah, we can arrange to have it all picked up from the airport.Caitlynn stares at Danny listening to the plans he’s making looking slightly confuzzled by all of his discussions, her well trained hands for culinary scratch her face lightly. Danny then carries on. Danny: Well, Mr. Martinez we ca-Another interruption, Caitlynn looks around at the office with all the paintings on the wall and the lavish bookshelves lined up with books, mostly cookbooks but books nonetheless. Danny: Alright, Diego. Can you cover us for chocolate and fruits as well? For like… desserts? A good meal deserves an equally good dessert an-Caitlynn continues to stare at her going back to playing with her chef-hat with a big-grin flashing her pearly white teeth that are unnaturally squeaky clean. Danny puts his boots up on his desk continuing to listen to the chatter of his ingredients contact Mr. Diego Martinez. Danny: Excellent, excellent. Lastly, I know this isn’t exactly your forte but can you get me some links to any Vintners? I need to be able to get some sort of wine set up in here. The Bordeaux Wine Company? BRILLIANT. Thank you Mr. Martinez you have proven to be somewhat instrumental in the success of this restaurant. For that Mr. Martinez you have my truest and sincerest thanks and my sincerest and hard-earned cash.Mainer chuckles smugly down the phone to his businessman friend. Needing now to get in touch with Danny: Hahaha, of course. Anyways, I need to talk to a man about a wine-bottle. Lovely to speak to you Mr. Martinez. Once again, thank you. I look forward to this partnership. I’ll talk to you later alright? Buh-bye.Danny snaps the flip-phone shut and he immediately brings his feet down off the desk brimming with excitement. He runs towards his girlfriend with open-arms and the two embrace happily together. They begin to kiss, their tongues twining in a mixture of passion and saliva. They hold this kiss for a few seconds as Danny starts to lower his hands around the waist of his love. Danny is so happy to have that little cute round tongue and Caitlynn is the same. Caitlynn wraps her arms the neck of The State of the Art as the two are unified together, happily in love. He breaks the kiss after about 30 seconds to tell her the news. Danny: Mr. Martinez says we can get the stuff at a 30% discount and recommended us a French vintner we can see to get bulk wine for the restaurant. The Maine Course is coming to realization! All the furniture is built in, this office is fucking delicious just like your tongue and we’re going to be making an assload. The Maine Course with Head Chef Caitlynn Dufraisne!Caitlynn: Wow you’ve really gone the whole way on this project for me huh?Danny: Only for you baby, only for you.Caitlynn: Well, maybe I’ll do something nice for you, one good turn deserves another…Caitlynn winks slyly at Danny. The two kiss again briefly but then Danny starts to speak. Danny: Heh. That sounds nice…Caitlynn: But… you’ve got to do ONE thing for me…OOH, ball-busted. What is it though, Danny wonders. Danny: And what’s that my sparkling jade?Caitlynn: Beat Jake Cheng at Omega Effect. Then, I’ll cater not just for The Maine Course but I’ll cater for ANYTHING you want.Danny: Pfft, as if I planned on losing. Jake is dead meat. You’ll be there in the front row watching so it’s not a problem.Caitlynn: I knew you wouldn’t disappoint. You always deliver.Danny: I’m the fed-ex of wrestling baby.Caitlynn: Anyways, we should probably move this along, you need to get the flight out to your next show and I need to start doing some PR around the city for the opening night. I need to get some staff in too.Danny: Sweet. Alright well I’ll see you later honey.Caitlynn: Cya later masturbator.Danny: In a while, necrophile. Caitlynn’s face scrunches up in disgust while Danny chuckles. Caitlynn: Ewwww! Get outta’ here, you’re gross.She mock-hits him on the shoulder sending Danny out the room with a chuckle and a smile on his face. Danny shuts the door behind him leaving Caitlynn to do her work. With the opening of The Maine Course imminent, Caitlynn is going to have her hands full and now with the “bonus” that Danny has been promised if he can beat Jake Cheng at Omega Effect the pressure is piling on. Who will succeed at Omega Effect? Well we’ll see in 2 weeks now won’t we? FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:44:49 GMT -5
Segment: Connections are always good (Credit: G-Unit)
The scene starts up with Jonny and Gooey walking down the hallway when they come across two people who they see down at the other end of the hallway snacking on the food table. They quickly stop and make their way around a corner of a hallway.
Jonny: Were those the guys that were imitating us?
Gooey: Yea, I think so. What should we do?
Jonny: Here’s the deal, I don’t think they noticed us yet so what we gotta do is we gotta go and sneak up on them. You know, confront them big time!
Gooey: Right!
Jonny: Okay…ready…GO!
They both rush around the corner and make a charge for the two guys at the food table who are still mindlessly enjoying the food. One of them looks up and sees the two of them charging towards them. He cowardly stands behind the other and once the second notices them it’s all too late.
?? 1: DON’T HURT US
?? 2: WE WERE JUST HUNGRY!
Jonny: Wait, wait, wait… Gary…Gooner, what are you guys doing here?
Gary: What does it look like?
Gooner: FOOD!
Gooey: We mean on the show.
Gooner: FOOD!
Gary: We follow the food. With Fallout…falling down we need to eat somewhere.
Jonny: Touche…
Gooey: So you’re the guys who have been using the “G-Unit” name on fallout huh?
Gary and Gooner both look at each other a little nervously as Jonny and Gooey move a little closer towards them.
Gary: Yes…but we didn’t want to! Fallout management came up with the idea…
Gooner: …w-w-w-which is why we added the “V-2” name.
Gary: Right. Since we knew it wouldn’t do justice for you.
Jonny: Oh?
Gooey: Really?
Gary/Gooner: Yes.
Jonny: So why don’t you come with us then, and we can help you two out with your coolness.
Gooner and Gary high five each other.
Gonner: So does this mean we are like an alliance or stable or something now?
Jonny and Gooey look at each other and shrug.
Jonny: Sure why not?
Gooey: Come up with the name.
Gary: Great, our name shall be now….uh….G4 Network? How’s that?
Gooey and Jonny stop and look at each other with a smile and put an arm around their shoulders.
Jonny: Things will work out well for you guys.
End Scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:45:37 GMT -5
Match 4: Second Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match The Dynasty vs. Whitesnake (Credit: Dan White)
Snake and Dan are determined to win this match, and it’s Dan who starts out the match. The Dynasty on the other hand also look eager to progress to the final, and Freeman starts the match for them. The two lock up, and Dan gets the earlier advantages, hitting a couple of powerful moves such as Suplexes and DDTs, in order to wear down Freeman. But Freeman surprises Dan, causing him to go defensive and his hard efforts are rewarded with a Running Jump Bicycle Kick. Hughes enters the match, and continues to keep Dan down, but when Dan tags Snake in, the Snake is ALWAYS HUNGRY. Wait, that’s Train. Anyways, Snake takes Hughes and Freeman down ruthlessly, showing off his hard brawling and powerful skills. He wears them down a sizeable amount, but is blown out, and Dan is back in the match.
The middle portion of the match is decent paced, with a large number of tags being made, meaning that nobody gets to fight with an opponent for more than about a minute at a time. This disrupts the flow of the match somewhat, and keeps everybody refreshed. There doesn’t seem to be a clear winner, but notable points are Hughes attempting the Vice Vice Baby on Snake, and Snake attempting the Snakebite, which are both unsuccessful. It appears both teams want the match over with, and indeed Dan surprises Hughes by hitting the Stunt Bomb, but Freeman is there to break the pin. On the other side of the coin, Hughes successfully locks the Vice Vice Baby on Dan, but he is able to escape when Snake clobbers Hughes on the head.
There really is no way to tell who is going to win the match. Dan eventually is getting beaten down by both Hughes and Freeman in the corner, unable to escape. Snake tries to interfere but the referee denies him. The Dynasty hit a Double Exploder, but Snake is able to evade the ref and help Dan kicking out. Hughes argues with the ref, but to no avail. Snake eventually gets back into the match and begins knocking 7 bells out of Freeman. He hits another number of heavy moves, shaking the ring with each one. But once again the momentum of the match shifts, with Hughes entering the ring and planting Snake with a number of Suplexes, from German to Snap, Northern Lights and cumulating in a Fisherman’s, but Snake does just enough to kick out.
The end of the match comes with a somewhat shock. Hughes and Snake begin fighting on the outside because of a broken up pinfall, and the referee gets distracted. Dan is groggy on the inside of the ring, and Freeman grabs a chair, climbing the top rope. His intention is to fly off, planting the chair over Dan’s head, but Dan grabs him in a Stunt Bomb. Still not recovered from the assault caused by Snake, Dan makes the cover, which is interesting as Freeman wasn’t the legal man. The referee makes the cover, and Whitesnake steal the win.
WINNERS: Whitesnake
After the match, The Dynasty complain as Freeman wasn’t the legal man, but he waves away their protests. Whitesnake meanwhile celebrate their win, progressing to the final.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:46:18 GMT -5
Segment: Red-tribution (Credit: BK London/Mr. Red)
As we return from that commercial, it seems that Charlotte King is standing by for an interview. With who? Not revealed yet, but we will shortly know.
Charlotte King: Charlotte King here, and I'm standing by with former ACW Champion - BK London.
The camera shot opens up more and there is BK London, quickly pulling up his elbow pads, adding the final touches to preparing himself attire wise for this match up against Sarin tonight.
Charlotte King: Now BK London, last week on Meltdown - Gingerdude made quite the announcement when he asked Victor Laureano to face you at Omega Effect IV. Now Victor still has until next week Monday to answer, what do you think his answer will be?
BK London: What do I think his answer will be? Charlotte, think about it like this. You think Victor would refuse the chance to headline one more Omega Effect with BK London? In one corner it would be the man who really helped ACW gets off his feet, the man who headlined past Omega Effect, the man who has had a successful title reign, and the man who really embraced his culture and opened up ACW to minorities...and on the other side you'll have...Victor.
Saying Victor's name quite nonchalantly, as if he weren't a big deal, gets quite a bit of heat from the crowd. But BK London could care less about the fans right now.
BK London: So you ask, what do I think Victor's answer will be?....HEEELLL NO! Victor Laureano is a shell of a man. The man hasn't wrestled a good match in over two years, there is no way in hell he would stand up against a guy like me. Victor's smart, he knows that. But I'll tell you who isn't smart - Ginger for attempting to make that match. I mean pleading for Victor to come? How desperate can he get?
Charlotte King: Speaking of Ginger, he also booked you in a one on one match tonight against the ACW Heavyweight Champion Sarin Rossi...
This gets a pop from the Anchorage crowd.
Charlotte King: How do you think you will fare against the World Champ tonight?
BK London: Tonight, I'm going to make Sarin -
There's a red blur on screen and quickly blows past the camera and knocks the former ACW Champion. Letting out a scream, Charlotte runs down the corridor to possibly get some help, but as we get a lock on who it is - it's none other than the fan favorite Red, giving it to BK London.
He lands blow after blow to the face of the former Grand Slam Champion, pummeling him just as he did to him last week Thursday on Meltdown. Mr. Red now grabs the legs of BK London and applies the Red lock, a Texas Cloverleaf which gets a humungous pop from the crowd. BK London screams in agony, and even begins tapping out while screaming "Get this man off of me! Get this man off me!". Putting more pressure on his back, the screams of BK London only makes the revenge that more sweeter.
Moments later, officials grab Mr. Red and begin to pull him of BK London - who is now holding his back in undeniable pain. Mr. Red is dragged away while BK London continues to clutch his back in pain - and just moments before his match. This doesn't look good for BK London, not good at all.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:46:38 GMT -5
Segment: Tic-tac Tactics (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in the backstage bar, where The Royles sit, alongside Dan White. The trio became friends when Dan was losing out against The Capitalists last May at Spring into Hell, but recruited the Welsh duo to help him secure the win, much to the annoyance of Senator Steve Phillips. But Senator is getting his own back, and is determined to rush back to fitness, in order to be able to extract his personal revenge on Dan.
Anyways, it appears to be McGroin’s round, as he’s at the bar, collecting the pints, as Biggin and Dan discuss.
Biggin: So, you got a tag title shot then?
Dan: Yeah, that was a tough match mind, but me and Snake are like an unstoppable force. I don’t know who we have in the final, but I don’t see us not winning the entire tournament, to be honest. I mean G-Unit are a farce, and Train/Aiden are just past it. I think it’s our titles for the taking.
Biggin: Yeah, and you’ll be joining us two as the finest tag competitors ever to grace from Wales!
Dan: Haha, too true! I’ve been fighting for those belts ever since I joined here, and I’m not letting this chance slip away from me! And like you said, we’d have the finest ever Fallout champs, and ACW champs in the same clique!
As he mentions this, McGroin returns with three pints of Carlsberg Export.
McGroin: Alright, drink up, lads!
As they take their first sips – the best part of any drink – of the pint, the camera focuses on Biggin, who looks a little concerned.
Biggin: So, looks like you might be facing Senator Steve at Omega Effect, then?
Dan slowly sips his pint, trying not to have a reaction sparked.
Dan: Look dude. I don’t really want to talk about Phillips. But you’ve brought him up, so I might as well give you my opinion. He won’t be at Omega Effect, whether he wants to be or not. He does not have the ability to recover from such a nasty injury as that. You two have both seen it, as have I, in football, where players have had their ankle smashed in, right? They never get to play again, or if they do they’re pretty much decrepit.
McGroin: Yeah, I see your point mate. It’s like that Dutch one, van Barneveld?
Dan: That’s a darts player you clown. You’re thinking of Marc van Basten, the greatest striker since Gerd Muller.
Biggin: (under his breath) Christ, he’s going on about historic footballers again.
Dan: Oi, I heard that, muppet.
McGroin: So what happens if Senator doesn’t make it to Omega Effect then? Are you going to bother doing anything for that PPV? It’s like, the biggest of the year.
Dan: Heh…well you have a point. And I didn’t technically fight last year, so I’d like to have a fight. I’ll officially call it then, right so the camera can hear. If, or rather when Phillips does not make it to Omega Effect, I will be more than happy to take on one of his cronies. Be it Hughes, Freeman, Aiden, or anybody he chooses.
Biggin nods his head, subtly agreeing with Dan, whilst McGroin continues drinking his pint.
Biggin: …So I was in a fight earlier on.
Dan: Oh, what happened?
Biggin: He nearly had me, but I clapped him around the head., I clapped him hard.
McGroin begins to snigger, and immediately, Dan’s temper appears to rise, bellowing out.
Dan: FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:49:59 GMT -5
Segment: Clearence (Credit: Senator)
Returning back from the break, Senator Steve Phillips is seen in the Chairman's office, with Tim Dwight and Dr. Trace Gibson in the room.
The Senator: I have already spoken to the "good" doctor here, and he has informed me that you would not allow him to give me clearence for an Omega Effect match, even if I were to prove my physical well being.
Dr. Trace Gibson: Exactly.
Gingerdude: And I have said that I will not risk it.
Dr. Gibson: Exactly.
Senator: Listen to reason, sir...
Ginger: The only reason needed is this: I find it to be poor business sense to allow you to fight at Omega Effect, and thus, you will not do so.
"Textbook" Tim Dwight: I can see both sides of this arguement, but I think that Chairman Ginger has the better case, best not to risk the end of a career, and rush an injury like this, no matter what Mr. Nobunaga might say, I still think this is unsafe, and I hate to see an old friend do such a thing.
Senator: You know, Tim, you would likely be the type who would vote for idiotic safety legislation like OSHA, "Click it or Ticket," fireworks bans on the Fourth, endless airport security, plastic schoolgrounds, the end of dodgeball...
Dwight: Look, Steve, I know I come off like an old woman here, but I want to see you maintain a viable career here as much as anyone.
Senator: No sense in wasting my time against easy opponents in easy situations.
Dr. Gibson: Oh no, you wouldn't want to keep me from having to make an emergency save on your life, would you...nobody thinks of the doctor first, nobody appreciates...
Ginger: Hush! Look, I know you want to fight Dan White, I want to see that nasty bugger broken into bloody pieces, myself. But you can't do that in your current state, and thus, I think...
Senator: I have my connections! And I have a few contractual...
Ginger: Not this time, you don't!
Senator: Do you not have your hands full enough with the return of that blowhard moron, Stephan Russo? Do you really want to make me dig deeper?
Ginger: No. And if you attempt to do so, I will have no choice but to play what you Yanks call hardball, in return.
Senator: Very well then, this meeting is over, as far as I am concerned, and that, is nothing...but the...
*Door slams*
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:50:36 GMT -5
Match 5: Sarin vs. BK London (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 243lbs, BK London!
"Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco hits the sound system at full force and the ACW fans boo the once fan favorite from the borough of Brooklyn. Sure enough, the former ACW Champion makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage where he surveys the thousands of fans in the arena - all insulting or jeering him in one way or another. He chuckles to himself a bit before making his way down the long ACW ramp, returning insults to the fans ringisde. He finally makes his way to the ring where he slides in before perching himself up on the middle rope and hitting a pose for the thousands of fans in the audience. As the flashbulbs go off all around him, they still continue to boo the former ACW Champion - but BK London takes it all in stride. He hops down from the middle turnbuckle and now awaits for his opponent to make his way to the ring.
Philip: And his challenge, from Paris, France, she is the ACW Heavyweight Champion, Sarin Rossi!
Sarin is all smiles as she slides into view to the upbeat music of "Lady." Lenny Kravitz's staccato guitar chords accent her skippy gait down to ringside. She exchanges hand slaps with a few fans stretching to reach her and skips up the steps to the apron with her title on her shoulder. Ever the lady, Sarin enters the ring with a slow bend between the bottom ropes, back arching in a crowd pleasing entrance. She waves to the energetic crowd, mounting a turnbuckle and raising her title to the ceiling. Sarin loosens up in the center of the ring, bouncing on the balls of her boot-clad feet, waiting patiently for the bell to ring.
As the bell sounds for this match to start, BK London is quite confident with himself going into this one on one match up. He knows he has nothing to lose if he manages to get an L on his record, but everything to gain if he gets the W - which could bring Sarin's momentum going into OE to screeching halt. Sarin brought the unusual behavior she was exhibiting during the show to the match, and BK London regards her with an incredulous look as she 'flops' about the ring, sober yet not at all together. BK London and Sarin meet up in the center of the ring, where BK London invites Sarin get take the first hit. Offering his cheek out for what he thinks is going to be quite a lovetap, he is suprised when he feels the blunt force behind one of Sarin's slaps. BK London stumbles back a bit and Sarin continues to mount her offense with several forearms to the former World Champion's jaw. BK London is backed up onto the ropes, before being irish whipped across the ring by the former Tag Team Champion Sarin. As BK London hits the ropes, Sarin looks to score with her Rin Spin - but BK London grabs onto the top rope to stop himself before slipping under the bottom rope to the outside.
This gets quite a bit of heat from the crowd, as he now begins to check his nose if he's bleeding and at the same time cutting off the early momentum Sarin was getting. The ACW Champion isn't too pleased with this strategy by BK London as well, so she takes matter into her own hands and bounces off the ropes. As BK London turns towards the ring, he can see Sarin coming at him full speed with a baseball slide, and he quickly side steps the manuever. Sarin slips to the outside, and as she lands on her feet, BK London levels her with quite the clothesline. Laid out on the ground below, BK London stands over her and smiles to the dismay of the fans in the Sullivan arena. He now looks into the sea of fans and points to his head, a la Hollywood Rock, conveying to them that he's smart. Picking up the World Champion, he chucks her back into the ring before RAF can finish the 10 count.
With Sarin still a bit dazed from the shot, BK London quickly grabs her and locks in a rear chinlock - forcing Sarin to carry all 240 pounds of him on her back. This isn't the best position for Sarin, but with her long legs she manages to grab a hold of the bottom rope. RAF begins to initiate the five count, but BK London slaps Sarin's leg off the bottom rope to hope that will stop the count - but RAF keeps on going, he releases at four. As BK London gets back to his feet, RAF tells him that he should release before he has to use the five count - but BK London ensures him that he is BK London and he doesn't have to listen to someone like him. With this constant arguing, it gives Sarin the opportunity to recover and she quickly grabs the former World Champion in a Schoolgirl. Stacking him up, she makes the first cover of the match.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
BK London kicks out with authority, and as both wrestlers get back up to their feet - Sarin scores with a dropkick right to his chin. BK London is sent stumbling backwards into the corner, where Sarin meets him and scores with a clothesline. It's enough to take the air out of the Grand Slam Champion, but Sarin follows up once more with a Monkey Flip which sends BK flying halfway across the ring. Clutching his back in pain as he gets up, he turns around to see Sarin coming at him. She catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors before maneuvering it into a Arm drag which tosses BK London across the ring to plenty of support from the crowd. With BK London absolutely knocked for a loop, she attempts once more to go for her Rin Spin - but BK London ducks under it. As soon as Sarin turns around, she is planted face first in the mat with the debut of Medevil London (a Leaping Reverse STO).
Sarin flops over on her back, and BK London is slow to make the cover due to the onslaught of offense he has recieved moments earlier, but he manages to drag himself over to the motionless Sarin. He flips her on her back and hooks the leg, knowing that he has this win right here.
ONE . . TWO . . KICK OUT!
Sarin kicks out to the surprise of BK London and the delight of the crowd, BK London gets right in the face of RAF and tells him that was a three - but he fires back explaining that was a two count. BK London turns back around, going back ot work on Sarin - who surprises him with an inside cradle.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jun 16, 2008 15:52:36 GMT -5
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
BK London and Sarin both jump up to their feet simultaneously, and BK London looks for a surprising Shades of Michaels - but it's sidestepped by Sarin. BK London turns around and Sarin goes for yet another Rin Spin, but he blocks it by putting his forearms up in the way. While he doesn't recieve any real damange, BK London is sent stumbling backwards into the ropes. BK London now rushes forward toward Sarin before becoming the recipient of a Butterfly Kick. The move drops BK London flat on his back, and now Sarin rolls him over before attempting the La Majistral Cradle. As she laces his arm around her leg, BK London trips Sarin and locks in the Corporate Lock to her surprise. Sarin yells out in pain as BK London applies more torque to her small ankle, and it looks as if the ACW Champion is about to tap. She begins to make her way towards the ropes, but BK London jerks her right back to the center of the ring to the dismay of the 8,000 fans in the crowd.
Suddnely, Sarin rolls foward and launches BK London into the corner where he strikes the top turnbuckle face first. Holding his face and turning around, he walks right into a Flying Guillotine - one of Yoko's maneuvers. BK London flips over onto his back and Sarin makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THRE-KICK OUT!
BK London is proving to be a much tougher battle that Sarin had anticipated, and now she's pretty much out of ideas on how to take out BK London. BK London is slowly getting up, and she once more attempts The Rin Spin - but BK London ducks under it. BK grabs Sarin's head and now attempts to score with The Revolver, but Sarin pushes him into the ropes. As BK London comes off the ropes, Sarin connects with The Rin Spin finally for the first time in the match. BK London is knocked out, but instead of falling back he stumbles backwards and falls between the ropes to the outside.
RAF begins to make the count on the outside, and by the count of 8 we can see that BK London is making his way back up to his feet. By the count of 9, he looks to be racing back into the ring - but he stops. He sees that Sarin is absolutely ready for him to return back to the ring, and now BK London hops off the apron and walks backwards. RAF finally hits 10, and the crowd is not happy with the way this match finished off. Sarin, however, merely smiles, turning to look toward the arena ceiling with a sort of dazed look.
Phillip: And the winner of this match, by result of a countout, Sarin!
"Lady" by Lenny Kravitz pounds throughout the speakers, and the fans continue to boo the former ACW Champion as he continues of the ramp. You can see him for the words, "Not for the title, not worth my time baby". But a surge of cheers stop the constant booing, and it's none other than Mr. Red at the top of the stage behind BK London. And he's armed with a wooden bat. Mr. Red makes his way down the ramp and he cracks BK London over the back of the head with the bat, breaking it in two pieces.
The former World Champion drops down to the ground before rolling down ringside motionless. Mr. Red picks up BK London and tosses him back into the ring before rolling back into the ring himself. BK London finds himself between a rock and a hard place, as he gets up and sees Sarin and Red behind him. Attempting to go right for Red, he recieves a huge right hand from the Cincinatti resident. He turns around and recieves a huge forearm from Sarin, and he continues to be volleyed between the two before Sarin takes him out with a hellacious Roundhouse Kick.
KO'd, Sarin leaves the scraps all for Red to pick up, and Red wastes no time locking in the Redlock. Screaming in pain, and tapping out for the second time tonight - officials remove Red from BK, and the scene fades out with Red smiling as BK continues to explore this world of hurt.
An intimate venue has provided an equally intimate show... with only two more dates before the biggest night of the year, there's not much time left for the roster to prepare.
New York is getting closer by the moment...
Fade to Black.
End of show.
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Post by Dan White on Jun 16, 2008 15:55:11 GMT -5
Short but sweet. Only 3 shows left until OE!
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Jake Steele
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Post by Jake Steele on Jun 16, 2008 16:51:34 GMT -5
Great show. Everything was impressive and happy to be back in ACW. OE HERE WE COME!!1
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Post by BK London on Jun 16, 2008 16:58:28 GMT -5
There's only 2 shows left until OE Dan.
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