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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:00:46 GMT -5
Segment: Sweet Revenge: Part 20: A Forced Confession
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After last week, Scott has been suffering worse and worse side effects from the Amitriptyline. From constipation and urinary retention to increased heart rate and sexual dysfunction...but we’ll leave that last one up to Jessie to discuss with her boyfriend...
This week the couple are in Edmonton, enjoying the cold weather with their warm winter coats. Scott still hasn’t told Jessie about the drugs, and Jessie is getting more and more worried about Scott. She isn’t suspicious at all because she trusts him so much; she just worries for his health. And because of the recent side effects she has insisted that he go to see a doctor, so before going to the show they head to a local Canadian doctor to see what the matter is.
The red mustang pulls into the clinic car park and Jessie and the Scarlet Assassin pile out of the car, both nervous for different reasons. Scott, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for Jessie and then enters himself. The clinic isn’t too busy; a women reading a magazine while her children play with second hand toys from the 70’s in a wooden play pen, and an old man sitting next to the pot plant in the corner. They approach the counter.
Receptionist: Hi, what can I help you folks with today?
Jessie: What are the chance of getting an appointment pretty soon?
Receptionist: Pretty good. We’re not too busy, I’ll just check our doctors schedule...
She types on the keyboard before coming up with an answer.
Receptionist: Looks like Dr. Poole is available.
Jessie: That’s fine, thank you.
Receptionist: Alright, well have a seat and he’ll be out in a second.
The couple make their way to the waiting area and plonk down away from everyone else on the opposite side of the room.
Jessie:[/color] You’ll be ok. It’ll probably just be some sort of deficiency of iron or zinc or something like that...
Scott:[/color] Yeah, probably...
A man in a white coat comes around the corner with a clipboard, obviously it’s Dr. Poole.
Dr. Poole: Hi, there, ah...?
Scott: Scott...
Dr. Poole: Scott, right, well, let’s go to my office.
Jessie and Scott follow him down a short corridor into his doctors office and sit down in the chairs provided.
Dr. Poole: Now, what seems to be the problem, Scott?
Jessie: He’s been constipated and has an increased heart rate...also he’s become sexually dysfunctional...
Scott: Jessie?!
Jessie: We have to tell him everything Scott, or he can’t give a proper diagnosis.
Dr. Poole: She’s right Scott. And don’t worry, it’s not uncommon. Are you feeling sore in your crotch region? Is your penis hurting at all?
Scott: What the fuck? No, I’m fine...
Jessie: Just let the doctor ask the questions, don’t be so childish.
Dr. Poole: Can I ask, are you on any medication or have you taken any drugs recently?
Scott’s heart beats furiously; faster and faster each second he hesitates to answer.
Scott: Yes...
Jessie looks shocked.
Scott: Just some anti-depressants, nothing major.
Dr. Poole: Well, that could be the problem. What kind may I ask?
Scott: Amitriptyline.
Dr. Poole: I didn’t know they still prescribed that stuff. In any case, what you’ve been suffering are side effects of the drug, so I suggest using less of them or none at all if it’s not a major issue, at least until the effects die down.
Scott mutters under his breath.
Scott: I’m gonna kill him...
Jessie: I can’t believe you never told me...
Scott: I didn’t want you to think I was weak...I was desperate to put my anger under control and will power alone just wasn’t doing it, it was too hard and not working. So I turned to drugs, I know it sounds pathetic, but it works! Looks like I might have to lay off for a while though.
Jessie: I would never think you were weak. You’re one of the strongest people I know in terms of body and mind with a very strong will power. You don’t need the drugs to put it under control, Scott. I know it’s hard for you, but let’s work through it together, yeah?
Scott: Sounds good, hun. I just feel ashamed; I’m a hypocrite. I never take drugs, but this time was different, it was more desperate.
Dr. Poole: Well...if there’s nothing else I can help you with...?
Jessie:[/color] No, thank you doctor. You’ve been a great help.
Scott:[/color] Yeah, thanks heaps, Dr. Poole.
Dr. Poole: Don’t mention it, guys. I’ll see you later.
Scott and Jessie exit the office and walk back down the corridor, out the door and get in the car. Scott sighs and tilts his head back.
Jessie: It’s gonna be ok, Scott.
Scott doesn’t reply and turns the car on before reversing and driving to the arena.
What happens now that Scott has been told to stop taking the drug?
Fit of rage?
Nuclear war?
You’ll find out next time...
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:02:26 GMT -5
Segment: No Remorse… No Sorrow… No Pressure. (Credit: Jake Steele)
The scene opens up through the ACW hallways. Various members of the ACW Roster, cameraman, personal assistants, interns, they all converse down the halls, as the body of ACW superstar, “One Man Dynasty” Jake Steele comes into view, as we can hear faint jeering by the crowd who watch from the AlphaTron. Steele walks down the hall with a wet towel in his hand, wiping off the blood from his palms, as he gets the stain of defeat and the scent of shock away from him. He continues to walk down until the voice of Charlotte King rings out to him. He stops and throws the towel around his neck, as he turns around heading to her. She has a microphone in hand and looks happy to have caught up with him. She takes a deep breath, and fixes her revealing red blouse which shows major cleavage. She smiles and clears her throat as she gets the cue for the interview to begin.
Charlotte King: Steele, I’m so glad I found you.
Jake Steele: Ladies Love Cool J. Steele, I can understand that.
Charlotte rolls her eyes at his remark and continues.
Charlotte King: Now Steele, the world has been watching you closely since your debut in ACW. You’ve changed many times, yet you may have easily struck down every fan you had this past Monday, when you went against the rules, and brutally assaulted James Murphy, and your now Omega Effect opponent, Jason Freeman. I just have to ask… why the sudden change in attitude?
Steele wipes any excess dirt from his mouth, while looking up to the ceiling, then back at Charlotte.
Jake Steele: Sudden Change? I never saw a sudden change. What I saw out theah’ was sudden impact. I no longah’ waited behind, and rode the coattails of Danny Mainer, and I decided it was time to break out and become exactly what I fought against for years… The Boss.
Charlotte King: You’re doing all of this… for Boss Status?
Steele grabs the towel around his neck with both hands, staring at Charlotte with a look on his face, as if she said something disrespectful.
Jake Steele: No. See Charlotte, where I come from, you don’t ask and wait for ya’ turn… ya’ take it. If ya’ sit back and let others take what’s yours, then your nothing but a follower, a lackey, a piece of shit who will nevah’ amount to anything in life. I, am none of that. I took my chance, pounced onto the unsuspectin’ victims, and look at who I have behind me nah‘. Reprobate, Johnny Blaze, Pride… and let’s not forgot Sinister. This, and I haven’t even gotten started! The Impact Players will, and can only expand from here, and I can promise you that it is only the beginning.
Charlotte King: OK… You’ve explained that, but yet to run through exactly why you brutally beat the hell out of Freeman two weeks in a row.
Jake Steele: Freeman… is a easy safe to crack. I know everything he plans on doing, before he even thinks it up. I watched from home while he complained and whined dat’ I was fakin’ an injury, and how he was gonna come to my domain. My palace, and “knock me out”… I don’t take shit like dat’ too kindly Charlotte, so I came back, and showed him how ta’ “knock somebody out”. Look at him nah’ Charlotte, as a matter of fact next time you see him, tell him I still got my blood on his hands, and until Omega Effect, it’s gonna keep appearin‘, again, and again, and again. Believe dat‘.
Charlotte King: Staying on the Freeman subject, following your brutal attack, you got a huge surprise in the form of the returning Kudo Yusada. He has been introduced as the special enforcer by Chairman Gingerdude, incase anything may get out of hand. How do you feel about his presence at Omega Effect?
Jake Steele: How do I feel? I mean are you askin’ am I concerned?
Charlotte King: Well… yes.
Steele brushes his hair down with his bloody palm and he takes a annoyed breath.
Jake Steele: I don’t get concerned. Kudo Yusada can “enforce” whatever he wants, but it don’t mean shit. I’m still gon’ beat Freeman within a inch of breathin’ and leave him in the ring a bloody mess! Kudo can try whatever he wants in the match. He can only do anything when he’s provoked, and if he is provoked, don’t mean shit still. I’m gonna turn that ol’ karate on em’ and whoop his ass! I don’t care if you trained in Japan, Russian, hell you can train in Iraq for all I give a fuck. Don’t make me no difference, because at Omega Effect I will be making a statement, and the whole Chinese Army can be in attendance, because Charlotte, there will be a revolution, and it will be televised.
Steele takes the mic away from Charlotte and he turns to the camera, his face showing intensity.
Jake Steele: Kudo. Freeman. I know one of you is watchin’ this from a locker room, and the other… is watchin’ from a hospital bed. Either way, I want ya’ both to listen. Omega Effect. It’s gon’ be settled between us Freeman. You got one up, and I got one up. This is tha’ rubbah’ match. And after that, this beef we got my nigga… is over! And when I win, and take my International Title Shot. I will ascend in the ranks, and be one step closer to becoming… The One Man Dynasty.
As for you Kudo, I don’t know of you, or about you. I just heard the stories… the gang you used to run with, and how you used to the baddest man in ACW. Well welcome to 2008. Things changed, and your now looking at the new… Mr. K.O. I got the strongest knee in the game today, and I ain’t letting’ no punk ass… like you try and tell me no different. Point Blank Yasuda. Get in my way come Omega Effect, and you will get laid out.
Steele turns back to Charlotte and pushes the mic to her chest. Before stepping back and wiping his face.
Jake Steele: Now, is we done?
Charlotte King: … Yes.
Jake Steele: Good, because I got shit ta’ handle. Holla’ at me.
Steele winks at Charlotte and walks away wiping his face with the semi-bloody towel, as the scene ends with Charlotte looking shocked.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:02:46 GMT -5
Segment: Shake, Rattle, and Roll Credit: Jay Zero - Rattlesnake [Just a few days ago on Monday Night Warfare, a pre-taped broadcast aired in which Jay Zero promised Rattlesnake that he would pay him a visit and settle the score after interfering in his Do or Die match with former tag team partner Libertines. While the screen fades in, we find Jay Zero, this time live for the broadcast, marching down the hallway.]
[We may be heading into the heat of Summer, but the Canada air is still very cool, hence why we see Jay strolling with some dark blue jeans and a stylish graphic tee. He briefly runs his hand through his hair and then reaches towards his face to wipe off a piece of mascara that seemed to run off a little bit. ]
[As he goes down the hall, he has one intention in his mind; one idea. And that is to find Rattlesnake, and prove to him just exactly why it's a mistake to play dirty with him. He turns, following the curve in the backstage hallway and shifts his eyes back and forth, continuing his search. Coming across the first worker his finds, Jay approaches him in need of help.] Zero :: Do you know where Rattlesnake's locker room is? [/color] [Stopping what he was doing, the man sighs and turns his head to look at Jay.] Worker :: Ugh. Can't you see I'm busy here?Zero :: Oh. Wow -- I'm sorry! [/color] [Jay lunges forward and thrusts his arms towards the worker, startling him. He grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close, scrunching up his face and once again showing that threatening look of anger.] Zero :: APPARENTLY I WASN'T CLEAR ENOUGH THEN! [/color] [Fear has set into the man as he begins to stumble over his words, while struggling to quickly think.] Worker :: I.. uh.....he's.. Zero :: -WHERE IS RATTLESNAKE?! [/color] [The man throws his arm out to the right side of the camera and shifts his eyes over there.] Worker :: There! That--That way! [Jay looks over to where he's suggesting.] Zero :: Where?! [/color] Worker :: I--Don't...It's just down that hallway! Zero :: You screwin' with me? Hm? [/color] Worker :: No! Now let me go! [Jay lightly shoves him back and then pulls down on his own shirt to unwrinkle it.] Zero :: If I find out you just lied to me, I'mma come back here and shove a can of my patented, Zero hair styling spray right up your ass! Got it? [/color] [Jay Zero stares at him, waiting for an answer. Several seconds later the man nods his head and quickly turns away from Jay, grabbing his work and then trying to back off. Jay lets it go however and begins down the hallway where the very nice man had directed him. He wipes his hands down his jeans and then rubs his palms together. He licks his lips as the thoughts of what he's going to do run through his head. After passing several more people in the hallway, he can see the locker room in the distance. ]
[Smiling, Jay makes an advancement forward. His strides become longer and his pace increases now having the blood pumping through his body. His eyes race back and forth, searching for an item. The first thing he sees and he can reach happens to be a trash can. He grabs it with one hand by the rim and lifts it up, spilling all its contents out onto the floor of the backstage area of the Rexall Place. He lets out a laugh and lines himself up to the door.] Zero :: Snaaaake. Ooooh Snaaaake! Come out! Come out! Wherever you aaaaare! [/color] [He takes a step forward, lifting his knee up high and then extending it, slamming his boot into the locker room door.] [BOOM] [/b][/size] [He has the trash can lifted up over his head, ready to strike at any moment once that door opens.] Zero :: Where are you, you son of a bitch? [/color] [BOOM] [/b][/size] [He kicks the door again, this time somewhat cracking the wood around the sides of where his boot hit. Jay stumbles at first but keeps his footing. He grits his teeth together , but still -- no activity from inside the room. Just then -- the trash can suddenly disappears!] Zero :: Wha-- [/color] [Jay quickly spins around and jumps back as the camera zooms out showing Rattlesnake holding the trash can up over HIS head. Jay puts his arms up, pleaing with the man.] Zero :: Oh --- Snake! How are you big guy? [/color] Rattlesnake: What the hell are you doing over here? Zero :: Who? Me?! Oh I just was looking for the..um...the-- [/color] Rattlesnake: Yeah. Smooth move. [Rattlesnake jumps forward, faking Zero out, but making him jump back and back into the wall.] Zero :: AH! [/color] [Rattlesnake looks at Jay and begins to shake his head. He tosses the trash can on the ground, making a loud ruckus as it finally falls to its side and rolls after bouncing around a bit. ] Rattlesnake: Zero, you're pathetic and you're a coward. Zero :: Excuse me? [/color] Rattlesnake: You heard me! Zero :: Oh please! Jay Zero isn't a coward of any kind! [/color] Rattlesnake: Then why did you just jump nearly five feet when I tried walking towards you? Zero :: ..... You were going to ambush me with that trash can! [/color] Rattlesnake: Oh really? And what were you doing here? I mean, you just happened to be standing outside my locker room, trying to kick in the door, ready to swing it yourself! Zero :: What?! Don't you dare accuse Jay Zero of doing shit like that! It's embarrassing! For both of us! [/color] Rattlesnake: Heh. You really are just talk. A conceited, cowardly, little bastard. Zero :: Alright that's it! [/color] [It's time for Jay to stand tall. Err -- well, as tall as 5' 10" is gonna make him look compared to Rattlesnake.] Rattlesnake: Oh well what are you going to do? If I heard you right the other day, I had the feeling that you were going to try and fight me! Instead, here you are hiding in the shadows, lurking around just so that you can sneak up on me and get it over with quickly so that I never get the chance to swing back! Zero :: I said .... Enough [/color] Rattlesnake: Oh what's wrong? Is little Jay getting angry? Hm? What are you going to do? Sucker punch me like Libertines and start ranting and whining about how you were betrayed? Get over yourself, we all got problems too. Zero :: YEAH AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A REALLY BIG ONE IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR MOUTH SNAKE! [/color] [People around these two start noticing what's going on. There's several security guards coming towards the scene, and some Fallout guys hanging around.] Rattlesnake: Ooh...I'm scared. The Big Bad Little Zero is going to get me. Pffft...please. Zero :: GRR! [/color] [We've seen this quite often lately. Jay is heating up -- and Rattlesnake knows it too. That's why he keeps adding to the fire.] Rattlesnake: Grow some balls and do your worst. I dare you. [It's the smile on Rattlesnake's face that just sets Jay off. But instead of taking it out on Rattlesnake -- he starts walking backwards, away...] Zero :: --You're going to regret this Snake. Trust me. [/color] Rattlesnake: Oh really? I'm going to regret you walking away from a fight that I know I could easily win? But hey! Now I know that you're a liar too! Remember when you said my "venom" doesn't get to you? Heh. Looks to me like it did. Zero :: Whatever... But you got one thing wrong. [/color] [Jay turns his body, grabbing one of those Fallout men that are standing by. The unlucky man that Jay gets his hands on first is the man named Gooner. He swings his body, throwing Gooner across the small hallway and right into a table. Gooner flips over the table, taking its contents over with him. Just then Ivor Biggins runs to restrain Jay but gets shoved to the ground with a charging shoulder block for his worries. Rattlesnake goes to charge forward but the security guards there take hold of him, not wanting any further fights to break out.] Rattlesnake: Hey! What the! Let me go! Zero :: See Snake I never said that I was--heh, that I was going to strike you. [/color] [As Ivor rolls to his stomach to push himself up, Jay lifts his boot up high into the air and slams it right into his temple, sending him back on the ground.] Zero :: And now look what you've done! You've created a big mess here! Hah hah! [/color] [He may be a little man in size, but when Jay gets angry, he can take down some big guys. A referee and a backstage worker come rushing up behind Jay, grabbing a hold of his arms. The worker looks to be around the 275 pound mark, but that doesn't stop Jay from ripping himself free and clocking him in the side of the face with a right hand.]
[The referee tries grabbing on tighter to Jay but that doesn't last long as he swings around, barely getting free and then grabbing onto his shoulder, whipping him right into the crowd of security officers and the restrained Rattlesnake.] Zero :: Hahaha! Look at you now Snake! [/color] Rattlesnake: Do you think you're all big and bad now? Hm? Picking fights with guys that don't even see it coming?! Zero :: Why yes...Yes it does! And you know what! Being big and bad --- it feels good Snake. Reaaal Good. [/color] Rattlesnake: Yeah well just you wait! They gotta let me go sometime and when they do I'll give you more than just a chairshot like last time! Zero :: Oh! I'm real scared! Pft! [/color] Rattlesnake: Since nobody else will even try! I'm gonna beat some respect into you! Zero :: You know what! Just come and try! Oh wait. You can't! [/color] [Rattlesnake tries to break free, but there are just too many guards holding him back. All Snake wants to do is help the men that Jay has randomly beaten down -- but unlike what he did for Libertines, these men aren't going to let him do tonight. Jay Zero begins strolling off down the hallway.] Zero :: Ahhh! It's good to be me! Hah Haaaaah! [/color] [The camera begins to zoom in on Rattlesnakes face. He looks angry and displeased that he didn't get the shot to knock Jays teeth out tonight. Maybe another time -- heck, maybe that time is going to come faster than expected...] [FADE OUT]
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:04:41 GMT -5
“Die Another Day” Part III Credit: Kenny Aiden’s Apartment 10:37 P.M. [On the floor he clutches her lifeless body, pleading with her to come back to him.] Aiden: Anna, baby! Please.... PLEASE DON’T DIE! [Tears streaming from his eyes, Aiden turns his head upwards and begins to curse out the one he believes had the power to stop tonight’s abomination.] Aiden: DAMN YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO HER?! TO ME?! WHY?! [And then, an answer - ] [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden, do not grieve. She is at peace. [/glow] [In a flash of white light she appears once more. In his darkest hours she has been there for him. Perhaps she will do the same once more.] Aiden: ANGEL! Angel, give her back to me! Please, I BEG of you! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I cannot intervene on your behalf, Aiden. Take solace in the fact that her soul now exists in eternity, and I promise you, it is far better than this realm of your current existence.[/glow] Aiden: GIVE HER BACK TO ME! YOU ARE AN ANGEL! YOU CAN BRING HER BACK! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: Aiden, it is not within my bounds to do so. It is God’s will.[/glow] Aiden: Then I hate you AND God’s will! [glow=blue,2,300]Xio’Zel: I love you, and so does God.[/glow] Aiden: How dare you. HOW-DARE-YOU! Is this how your heavenly father repays those in his service?! Be gone from me! You disgust me! [Aiden’s will be done. The angel vanishes from sight and leaves him in solitude. In the still darkness he clutches the body of Anna, his heart wishing it could pour its life into her own to make it beat once more.] [glow=red,2,300]“Perhaps I may be of help.”[/glow] Aiden: ... You. [The hissing voice can only belong to just one foul creature. It once festered deep within Aiden up until a few months ago when it was expelled from his body. Since that time he has lurked in the shadows, awaiting for a moment such as this to rekindle their relationship.] [glow=red,2,300]Jashin: Your angel has abandoned you, just like you abandoned me months ago. Yet here I am, rushing to your side at your darkest hour. [/glow] Aiden: Can you save her? [glow=red,2,300]Jashin: I can. At a price.[/glow] [The demon leans in and flicks his tongue upon Aiden’s cheek.] [glow=red,2,300]Jashin: Your soul.[/glow] Aiden: My soul for her life? Take it, demon! Take it, it is yours! [Fool.] [glow=red,2,300]Jashin: Yessssss. Let us be one once more![/glow] [Embracing Aiden, the demon begins to seep itself into Joseph’s very soul.] Aiden: Garghhhhh.... Arghhhhhhhhh.... AARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [His muscles burst from his body. His appearance darkens. The heavens above him rumble and the Earth below him shakes. He has been reborn and in return, so has she.] Thunderkiss: She breaths..... [glow=red,2,300]“As do we once more. Now quickly, revenge must be taken against the one who provoked our rage.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Yes, revenge![glow=red,2,300]“Strike him down.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Yes![glow=red,2,300]“Spill his blood, like he spilled the blood of your beloved”[/glow] Thunderkiss: YES! [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:07:36 GMT -5
Match 3: Scott Andrews vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: BK London)
This looks to tbe quite the technical contest as two of ACW finest looks to compete one on one in a match. It's the standard collar elbow tie up that starts off this exchange, and after a couple holds and counters, it's Jonny Hughes who manages to take Andrews down with a Fireman's carry. He transitions to a rear chinlock, in which Scott eventually frees himself from and locks in a rear hammerlock. Both men rise to their feet and it's Jonny Hughes who escapes the hold with a Snapmare takedown. Both men hop up to their feet simultaneously, and Scott Andrews races towards the former Entertainment Champion - only to be kicked in the abdomen. Hughes whips Andrews towards the ropes, and hopes to go for a back body drop but the former Light Heavyweight Champion drops to the mat and scores with an uppercut - Goldust style. Stumbling backwards, holding his jaw, Hughes looks to be in a world of pain - and that pain is only added onto when he recieves a quick Roaringiri to the jaw.
This gets Hughes down on one knee, and now Andrews follows up with a huge buzzsaw like kick to the back of the head. Scott makes the first cover of the match, but Hughes proves how resilient he is and kicks out right before three.
Picking up Hughes, Andrews throws one half of the Dynasty into the corner and lights up his chest with a huge knife edge chop. Andrews delivers another chop, and another, sending the crowd into a 'Wooooo!' frenzy before he's whipped across the ring into the opposing corner. Andrews runs right towards Hughes and looks to land his Running Shining Wizard Knee Strike - but Hughes side steps it. Andrews gets his top leg caught in the ropes, position him in a tree of woe, and now Hughes races to the other side of the ring before coming back with a very Chris Sabin like Hangtime Dropkick. Andrews is out for the moment, and slips out of the tree of woe - and now Hughes looks to be calling for the end. Hughes waits for Andrews to rise to his feet before looking for a Uranage - possibly to set up for the Vice Vice Baby. However, Andrews elbows his way out of it and hoists up Andrews on his shoulders. Hughes slips off the shoulders and pushes Andrews into the ropes. As Andrews comes off, Hughes goes for roaring elbow but Scott ducks under. Hoisting up Hughes on his shoulders for a second time, he scores with the Decapitator. It's strictly academic from there and Big Scotty Pump picks up the win.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:09:19 GMT -5
Segment: Hexagon of Mindless Ambition (Credit: FSX)
It's truly a sad day when a man is forced off to train simply do to the fact that he hasn't done any true training to this point, but can it really be helped? The frustration of being told that your not in proper shape to do something...it's just so rude, isn't it?! The only downside of it all is that there is no possible way to avoid actual training after you are told to do so, because protesting such a thing will only make you look weak. Fallen was well aware of this when he heard the fact mentioned earlier on in the night, and he looked just as exhausted as he was earlier. One would of thought that he'd of gotten a bit of rest up to this point, but by his dreary eyes it's clearly not the case. In fact, one might even go so far as to say that Fallen has been running around the arena since he was last spotted, and actually holds less energy now then before! Is Ginger's plan to make him simply fall over and die of exhaustion? Because there might be some potential in that! But we'll have to just wait and see...maybe there is a second wind coming!
FSX: I can do it...I have the power...That's me, and my powerful energy...oh god, how do people do this?
Beginning to roll his head over and over as he continued to run down the hallway, he would become notably slower as time progressed until the point that he was basically at a standstill, just wobbling onward a little bit as he breathed heavily. It did make Fallen look quite out of shape, but it's a known fact that he wasn't! After all, if he was he wouldn't possibly be able to do most of the things that he usually did with his days, would he? Maybe...but...he wouldn't of been able to have run the entire time he wasn't seen, would he? Again..it's a possibility...In fact, it was starting to look like he might be horribly out of shape after all...Dropping down to his knees as he couldn't find the power in him to run any longer, Fallen would lightly push his fists to the ground as he continued to breathe heavily.
FSX: This...this isn't going well at all. There must be something seriously wrong with me...it's as if I'm lacking all of my energy for a reason of something or other. As if I'm fatigued quite a bit for a mysterious and completely unknown reason to call...but what could it possibly be that has me so tired and exhausted to work out? I wonder.
Where in most situations this would be the simple and somewhat amusing way that Fallen would play around with the fact that he was obviously tired and in need of sleep to get his energy back up, it literally appeared as if he had no clue as to just what was causing him to feel the way that he was at the moment, and seemed to literally be doubting his ability to take things to the limit as a look of worry was growing on his face. In fact, one might believe that he would soon of broken down and been sobbing lightly if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of two individuals! But just who were they, and what was there probably weird purpose with him? As the two of them simply stood there for a moment and waited for Fallen to realize their presence, it became quite evident that one of them grew tired of waiting and simply needed the attention already, nudging at Fallen a few times.
Man: Hey...Heyyyyyyy....Heyy....Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.....Get up....Heyyyy....come on!
Man #2: Damn it, Rob. He was supposed to notice us on his own. That was the entire point of this entire plan. He'd notice us, then ask us to help him with his training montage!
Shifting a bit in his state, Fallen wouldn't quite be aware of what was occurring around him as he heard such strange and whiny voices...who could be bothering him at a time like this? Slowly raising his head from the spot he'd rested it, Fallen would quickly quirk an eyebrow at the sight of the two scrawny guys, not quite sure just how they were meant to ruin him...why would Ginger rely on these two? That seemed so stupid! Regardless he would slowly rise up to his knees, pushing himself up as the two continued to argue.
Rob: Yeah, well....uh....were you supposed to say the plan aloud and let him hear it? Huh? Was that part of the plan, Mike? No, I don't think it was...but wait...does that mean that there is a possibility your just an idiot? Maybe...who knows!
FSX: Uh...do you guys want something with me? Or are you two just having a lovers quarrel and wanted me to watch it? You know, so you don't end up hurting each other too deeply to ever forgive one another or something...because I will if you guys really want me too. I've done it before, so it's nothing new.
Mike: What?! No, that's ridiculous! What kind of a sick world did you grow up in to think that we could possibly be lovers? That's just disgusting. Ugh...Rob isn't my type at all!
This was very strange after all, wasn't it? Not quite sure just what he was supposed to think of these two just yet, there was a good part of him that simply wanted to ignore their existence due to what they had said so far. It probably wasn't good for him to get involved with two idiots again...not after what had happened the last time...but what choice did he have? They were the ones that Ginger sent, and without much doubt they could at least help him get a work out. Slowly moving to his feet, Fallen would smile for a moment as they seemed to have no unity in this whatsoever..remaining a notable distance from one another at the moment.
Rob: Uh....That's weird. Anyway, we're just here so we can train you and stuff. That one guy told us that we could have some money and stuff if we did a good job at making you want to kill yourself through a training montage, and we kinda like money..so we figured we'd do it. Seems kinda like alot of work though...so could you just wanna kill yourself in advance?
FSX: I'm going to go ahead and pretend I didn't hear a majority of that, if only because you both appear to be clueless idiots...so...your here to train me on Ginger's command? That's different..guess he really thinks he can sap out all of my energy and declare me unable to compete at Omega Effect or something... Not like that will work, though!
Grinning for a brief moment before nearly toppling down over himself once again, Fallen really wasn't in a proper state to put forth a training montage at the moment..and both of the men that Ginger had sent could easily sense this. Despite the fact it was the perfect time to pounce the opportunity, Mike seemed more obsessed with pointing out all of the mistakes that Rob had made thus far, rather then do something important...
Mike: Damn it, we're not working for him either! Rob, you idiot..your not supposed to tell him our motive or anything! If you do then he won't want us to help him do this training, and we'll never get the money!
Rob: Oh yeah...but he kinda already agreed and stuff, Mike. Can't we just go with it? I mean, it would take a long time to start over at this point..and it's boring to hear you talk much more about your mom without her showing up.
Mike: What?! I wasn't talking about my--
Not about to let this continue on a moment longer, Fallen would cut in and stop the bickering of the two, even if a part of him knew there would be some decent juvenile comedy in a discussion about Mike's mother. Not about to waste a moment of time when he knew he was already lacking energy, Fallen would step between the two and look around quite quickly, ready to get things started!
FSX: Let's get started then, guys! If you can really push me to the limit like you say you can then I see no problem in all of this, seeing it will probably just help me in the long run! I don't know what he's thinking
Rob: See Mike? Everything is fine! We're gonna get it done and get the money in no time!
Mike: You know what? I don't care anymore! Let's just get this over with, do your damn montage...I'm gonna go and tell the guy that things went well, and that this guy killed himself or something...So...you know, they better. Or else that guy might be mad at us. Later.
Watching in a sort of awe as he was left alone with what might of been the stupider of the two, Fallen could only shake his head in disgust at someone who would complain, only to walk out on a job early. What kind of an evil villain was he to quit so soon, anyway? It was just stupid! Rather then focus a great amount of anger on what occurred however, Fallen would attempt his best to calm himself down and just go on with what was meant to occur...
FSX: ...He's kind of an ass, isn't he?
Rob: Yeah, but that's just Mike for you. Eventually you'll get used to it, especially if you have nothing better to do...Annyyyyyywaaayyyyy....It's time for a montage!
At least this guy had a playful energy to him, right? Fallen smiled once and just nodded as the two gave each other some kind of celebratory high five, leaping into the air as a sort of techno beat began to play in the background. One might consider it to be a bit unusual, but what wasn't about all of this? As the scene would break out into a series of clips, the first appeared to be showing the both of them outside. Doing what? Why, it seems that Fallen is attempting to lift some kind of boulder above his head as Rob stands around and drinks some kind of soft drink. What kind of way to start training is that?!
Rob: You can do it....You can do it.....You can dooooo iiit....Your the best there is, the best there ever waaaaass!
As the singing begins all of a sudden, Fallen seems quite distracted from his task and loses control of the rock that he was trying to lift up, groaning quite loudly as he falls over with it and becomes pinned under it for a few moments, Rob laughing all the while. Rather then break to show just how Fallen managed to escape from such a predicament it broke out once again, this time to some sort of jungle gym as Fallen was racing away from a group of small children. How this is training? The world may never know!
Rob: No matter what the odds, your less like a man and more like a god! Your the best there is...the best there eeeeeeeveeer waaaaaas!!
As everything continues on it seems that the situation has been turned around, Fallen now witnessed racing after the children with some form of a blunt weapon, and most of them are heard crying softly behind the music. What better way to overcome the gods then by using brute force and weapons, right? As this portion of the training seems to be going quite well the scene suddenly breaks into the next bit, where Rob is seen on a bike behind Fallen as he races after what appears to be Rocky, looking quite agitated for some reason or another.
Rob: Yeah, you can doo iiiit....your the greatest at most things....YOUR THE CHAMPION OF THE UNIVERSEE!!!!....Hey? Guy..? Uh...you doing alright?
It seems as if the montage has come to an abrupt end as we return to where it had first begun in the backstage hallway now, Fallen splayed out on the ground he was breathing quite heavily, spasming a bit as his eyes were open wide and he didn't seem to know what was going on or what had just happened, clearly dumb founded by it all as he gasped desperately for air.
Rob: Uh oh...well...uh....umm...nice work out! Way to do all that stuff that you needed to do!
FSX: So....tired...
Looking a bit nervous at the fact that Fallen was completely wrecked by all that had happened, Rob would look around nervously before slowly backing away from the scene, waving his arms around as if to signify that he was never there as he left Fallen to his doom. Was this the end of things? Or would he eventually come back with help....? Nope, this seems to be the end of things! Fallen left alone in a hallway, appearing prepared to die of exhaustion as he couldn't quite keep up with his need for breathe for some reason, perhaps having to do with that boulder. Who's to say the clips occurred in order, after all? Either way, this is the end of a truly odd work out...but did it do him any good? Does any of this really get him ready for Sarin, or simply prove as a distraction to what he should really be doing? Does anyone really know anymore? That's hard to say...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:11:02 GMT -5
Segment: Oh. Canada. Volume 1 (Credit: Jake Steele)
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. The home of many famous wrestlers, and even more famous ladies. Also the place where breast implants roam free, and crazy psychotic wrestlers trained by Stu Hart one day kill their wife, and children due to chronic steroid abuse, and being slightly too “4REAL!!!”. Must give the ACW superstars a awkward feeling with such occurrences being bound to happen… mix that with the already insane wrestlers in ACW and it could only mean one thing…
SUPER HAPPY FUN TIME MURDER SPREE!!!
Hosted by: Jake Steele.
A huge logo which reads the exact title of the show flashes and spins around on the screen, as the camera fades in to see Jake Steele sitting comfortably at a news desk. He has a stack of papers in his hand, and a earpiece which probably lets him know exactly what he says, due to his frequent short term memory. Anyway, Steele is sitting at the desk looking cheesy as the camera gives him the cue to start. Steele clears his throat and gives his best preppy white newscaster voice imitation.
Jake Steele: Ever feel like screaming at the Canadian flag?… Maybe pissing on Stu Hart’s dungeon of doom?… Hell maybe like myself your crazy, and you just want to find a big breasted Canadian hooker, and beat that up real quick. Well today, we cover all of that and MORE… on the…
SUPER HAPPY FUN TIME MURDER SPREE!!!
Hosted by yours truly… Jacob Steelington.
Steele clears his throat and tilts his head to the left. Before sitting his head upright, and continuing.
Jake Steele: On this week’s show, we have the biggest issues that need to be covered here in AlphaWorld… whatever the hell that may be!
Oh, wait… I’m getting some feedback… yes, no, maybe… wait. Yes, it has just been reported to the ACW newscast desk… that infact, after conclusive studies…
JON TAYLOR IS STILL A VIRGIN!! Shocking… very shocking indeed. Moving on, in other news it has been said that at the very special Omega Effect Four Event, one Danny Mainer, and one Jake Cheng are said to be fighting FOR the International Title, but not just in any match… it is said to have very special stipulations on the line. If Cheng is to win, he has to own up to himself and realize that the far more sexy, and well endowed Jake Steele will be soon taking his beloved Championship. And if Mainer wins, he will have to also realize that the far taller, and incredibly more handsome Jake Steele, will be beating him AGAIN, and taking his title. It’s a win/win bitches!
Steele throws his papers behind him, and stares into a camera, twitching slightly. He calms down, and Jake Steele’s mistress, Destiny Mason appears onto the screen with a very, very low cut skirt, stiletto pumps on, and a suit jacket, half unbuttoned revealing cleavage. Steele turns around and his jaw drops, as he stares on. He picks his face up, and he clears his throat. [/i] Destiny Mason: Steele baby, I just got a call…the test went through and I’m negative…
Steele: Word?
Destiny: Yeahhhh.
Steele *thinking to himself*: Damn, I thought she had definitely caught the flu… of course I can’t have sex with a sick bitch. I might start sneezin’ out of my dick.
*talking out loud* Well folks, sorry to cut this short, but I got pus--
Director: Steele this is live TV!!!
Steele: I was gonna say pussy!!!
Director: JUST GO!!!
Steele slides off of the desk falling onto his face, as he picks up Destiny and runs off. The director is heard saying “Nigger…” as the scene ends.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:11:41 GMT -5
Segment: Introducing Peter Bannatyne (Credit: Dan White)
The fans in Edmonton are well-known for coming out in their masses for a wrestling event, and it's not different here, as they fill out the 11,000-capacity Rexall Place arena. They're then introduced to an unfamiliar theme, as "The Debt Collector" by Blur hits. The music is very carnival-esque, and the fans anticipate a new member of the roster, or at least someone they already knew that has taken a dramatic gimmick change. However they're shocked to see the infamous "Peter Bannatyne" walk out. Bannatyne, who has been the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks now, walks out to the ring, in a crisp three-piece suit, not too over-the-top. He takes a microphone and enters the ring, allowing the music to die down before speaking.
He speaks, but in a rough but clear Glaswegian Scottish accent, clear enough that even the most inbred American could understand what he's saying.
Bannatyne: Hello, ladies and gentlemen. My name is peter Bannatyne, and I am one of ACW's newest board room members.
There's a quietened murmur going on in the crowds. They assumed he was going to play a somewhat important role in ACW, but "boardroom member" sounds a bit extreme.
Bannatyne: But one thing I must stress it that I am not about to make a bid for the company. I have no intention of adding ACW to my own chain of businesses. I've already got plenty of assets, and Gingerdude has done a fine job here.
Love him or loathe him, the fans know that Ginger has indeed done a good job here.
Bannatyne: But recently, and I'm sure he won't mind me saying this, Ginger has become a wee bit stressed, what with becoming a grandfather, his Omega Effect main event being ruined, and recently BK turning on the entire fed.
Serious heel heat for the mention of BK.
Bannatyne: He was worried that he has already, and may continue to throw money left, right and centre on stupid ideas. Giving unworthy wrestlers big contracts or offering them more than they deserve, or making silly gimmicks in order to try and draw more fans into the company. I mean we've not resorted to giving money away outright, because we have some sort of respect, but there have been a number of things recently that have hindered the fed. And as a result, he saw it fit to hire me, one of Britain's wealthiest men, to become his official financial advisor.
"Financial Advisor" still doesn't appeal to many of the crowd. They've seen "financial advisors" in the past ruin the fed.
Bannatyne: And again, don't worry. I think we all remember the Triple A. They practically ruined the fed, and allowed Mercer Stanton to swoop in and almost wreck the fed. Well rest assured, there will not be a twist in the tale and him returning. Not on my part anyways. I'd bet my wealth on that. Instead, I'm here, partly for assisting Chairman Gingerdude as financial director, and partly for one other thing....sponsorship!
Ooooh sponsorship. Like nobody in ACW has ever done sponsorship in the history of the entire world and everything that is in it.
Bannatyne: Yep I know, sounds boring, doesn't it? But it won't be. I am about to revolutionise the way ACW is run, with my sponsorship programme. I run a chain of leisure gyms in the United Kingdom, and what better than to add sponsorship to help advertise good health and fitness to the fans? It's not like you're hear Philip Jones shouting "and coming to the ring, sponsored by McDonalds is Fallen Souls", or "and coming to the ring, Scott 'The Walmart Shopper' Andrews"; instead I will be striving to advertise great health. Because after all, it doesn't took much more than a couple of hours a week at the gym and healthy eating to become healthy. Look at me! I'm 52 and I have a decent body.
He pauses, clearing his throat.
Bannatyne: But I'm not just here for the sake of advertising. I want to help ACW become bigger, better, and that these wrestlers will not be binge drinking chain smoking slobs, but will be the role models that you people deserve! Thank you, and goodnight.
The Debt Collector hits again, and Peter Bannatyne smirks as he leaves the ring, proud of his introduction. But the fans don't seem overly confident of the man; I mean after all, Latino was funniest when he was drunk, and all of Ridley's tenure in ACW (when he must surely have been on some drug, I mean how else can you explain claiming to be the "Lord of Darkness" and "secretly being a demon"?) was hilarious. Either way, it'll be interesting to see what the man will do here.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:12:55 GMT -5
Segment: Gloating is the name of the game (Credit: BK London) There is a brief silence in the crowd as we return back from commercial, and within seconds the opening chord of Lupe Fiasco's "Hello Goodbye" hits throughout the arena. The Edmonton, Alberta fans - 11,000 strong - all direct their attention to BK London who walks out onto the stage. Boos, jeers, insults, among other things fly the way of the Grand Slam Champion - but nothing is going to wipe that big smile off his face.
He may have gotten attacked twice by Mr. Red earlier in the week, as there appears to be a huge bandage on the back of his bald dome - but the fact that Latino won't be showing up at Omega Effect IV numbs the excruciating pain.
He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring before spinning around, Shawn Michaels style. He embraces the reaction of the crowd, rather than shun them. His quite grungy rock music dies down, and the magnitude of the heat gets even louder. BK London stands in the ring, with a huge kool-aid smile across his face, and he can't wait to say those first words.BK London: You know, I'm not really one to gloat... Massive boos, it's an obvious lie.BK London: And you know, I really hate to say "I told you so"... Even more heat, he's like some sort of heat machine. Or the sun or something.BK London: ....oh wait, no I don't. I loove this. I told each and every one of you that Victor wasn't showing up. I told you! Points to arbitrary person in the crowd.BK London: I told you, I told you, and I definitely told you...I told everybody that your Latin King, your hero, wasn't going to show up. They continue to boo the former ACW Champion, the heat is so loud hardly anyone can hear what BK London is saying.BK London: Oh don't boo me! I Should be booing you, your little area produced the little suicidal, homicidal maniac. And I'm not talking about Sabu.. Cheap shot to the Alberta crowd.BK London: Oh yeah, I went there. But back on track, here, let's focus! Everyone told me that Latino's going to show up and kick my ass... BK London snickers to himself.BK London: Kick MY ass? You know? I'd wish he'd show up right now, I really do. Because you people seem to have this..this....this idea that Victor Laureano can kick my ass from here to Puerto Rico. And that's just not true! But folks, the reality is that Victor Laureano is just not going to show up at Omega Effect..so you can put all your "ONE MORE MATCH LATINO" signs down, and your "VIVA LA RAZA" and all that crap..because he's not coming. But I'll tell you what is coming....the biggest beat down this country has ever seen, because tonight I'm taking on Mr. Red in a Hardcore Match. A pop for Mr. Red, he has been showing BK London that he isn't one to back down lately - the exact kind of attitude that London hates.BK London: Mr. Red for the past week and half has been a thorn in my backside, and some people say that I started this when I attacked him on Meltdown last week. But once again, you people prove to be wrong again. Let's take a look at how things really happened, roll the footage monkeys... Last week on Monday Night Warfare [/u][/center] Mr. Red: Just one more thing before you do..
BK London: What?
Mr. Red: I'd appreciate it if you didn't give my wife any more lessons. Ok? It's not that I don't respect you, it's that I would rather be the one to teach my wife the ways of the ring. Besides, now that you're single I don't really...
BK London: ...you don't really what?
Mr. Red: I don't really trust you around my wife.We return back to the arena, where BK London continues his rant.BK London: He doesn't trust me around his wife? I made that bitch into what she is today! Without me, she would've been heading back across the southern American border because we all know that she's absolutely useless if she can't wrestle. She came to me Red, not you, and why? Let's face it, she knows it, these people know it, and the whole world knows that I'm just a better wrestler than you. But instead of gratitude about making your wife this awesome wrestler that wins you matches, what do I get? A warning. A warning from Red. That's just the type of disrespect I'd expect from you ACW people. I help mold you into stars, and what do I get in return? Disrespect. You're exactly what's wrong with ACW Red. You have no respect for the people that helped paved the way for you in ACW. And if I can't get respect from you, I'm going to beat it out of you..tonight Red, you don't just go up against the same BK London as before - oh no. You go up against 'The Hardcore Legend' BK London. Good luck... "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco hits and the former ACW Champion drops his mic and leaves the ring to a chorus of boos from the Edmonton crowd. He heads up the ramp before turning around giving one last bow before disappearing through the curtain, right before we fade out to a commercial break.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:15:05 GMT -5
Segment: Booked. Credit: Jay Zero [Jumping straight into the action, we see Jay Zero seated in the office of Chairman Gingerdude in front of his desk. After tonights actions, it looks like Ginger may have finally had enough of Jays random outbreaks. Gingerdude is standing behind his desk, bent over with his arms fully extended pushing off on the desk to support him. He looks at Jay, smiles, shakes his head, and then looks back down.] Gingerdude: So ... Why do you think I have you in here. Zero :: I dunno. [/color] Gingerdude: What? [Ginger's head shoots up, and that smirk is wiped right off his face.] Gingerdude: You can't be serious. [He looks at Jay, hoping for him to say he was kidding.] Gingerdude:: You're meaning to tell me, that after what's been going on with you- - - you have NO clue why you're in here? Zero :: Not really. Who cares? Not like I did anything bad lately. [/color] Gingerdude: What?! [Ginger throws his arms up in a fit.] Gingerdude: Thirty minutes ago! Zero :: ...Was I late for something? I didn't have a match, did I? [/color] Gingerdude: No! Zero :: Then chill out, christ. [/color] Gingerdude: You attacked two talents that aren't even on MY roster! You attacked a referee! And you attacked a member of the tech crew! Zero :: Oh. Yeah. Heh heh. Tought Snake a lesson. [/color] [Ginger looks at him with a face that just screams "What the hella re you talking about?"] Gingerdude: No! No you didn't! Zero :: Oh come on! He won't even dare try and mess with me after that! [/color] Gingerdude: Listen, I don't know what those chairshots from Libertines did to you, but I don't think you're seeing the big picture here! Snake wants a fight! He was ready to go face to face with you today! You can't just sneak up on him! Zero :: Ging, Jay Zero doesn't need to sneak up on somebody to take them out! [/color] Gingerdude: Yeah well after earlier tonight I beg to differ. Zero :: What? He startled me! I could take Rattlesnake anytime, anywhere! [/color] Gingerdude: Good! Cause that's why you're here! [Jays eyes slowly get bigger. What's he mean?!] Zero :: .....This is a set up! You son of a bitch!? WHERE ARE YOU SNAKE?! [/color] Ginger pulls his chair out and sits down at his desk. [/i]][/blockquote] Gingerdude: I didn't mean it like that. Sit down. [It seems Jay has been very paranoid lately for some reason. Hm. He looks around and puts down his fists. He slowly sits down in his chair, looking back and forth.] Gingerdude: Seeing as how you say you're willing to fight Rattlesnake any time, any where and the fact that you two have had several little run ins during the past few weeks, I thought I'd go out on a whim to cook something up. Zero :: Like what? [/color] Gingerdude: Well. I was thinking along the lines of time, June 28th. And as for the place -- Omega Effect. [Jay looks at Ginger with his eyes half shut. He squints his face at the announcement, as he begins to think about it.] Gingerdude: You get your shot to prove that you're not all talk, and he gets his shot to try and make you show respect to people around here. Zero :: Hmm... [/color] Gingerdude: It may not be that World Title match you were hoping for -- but hey, tough luck. Rattlesnake verses Jay Zero. Consider it booked. Zero :: Fine -- yeah! I can take him! No worry! [/color] Gingerdude: Well good! And to make sure that all is well between you two going into the match, this Monday on Warfare -- you two are gonna shake hands! Zero :: Umm.... [/color] Gingerdude: Have a good day! [Ginger smiles at Jay who is starting to feel uncomfortable already with the situation. Omega Effect is heating up for sure as we have one more blockbuster match added onto the already jam packed card. Rattlesnake verses Jay Zero. Things sure are about to get interesting...] [FADE OUT]
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:15:26 GMT -5
Match 4: G-Unit vs. The Fashion Express - Second Round Tag Team Title Tournament Match (Credit: BK)
This is the sixth match in the Tag Team Title Tournament, and the winner of this match will be going to Omega Effect to face off against Whitesnake to crown new ACW Tag Team Champions. The beginning of the match pits the two lighter members of the team, Jonny Spade and Aiden Joseph, against one another. Early in the match, Spade attempts shows off his quite flashy array of backbreakers - but the former ACW Champion manages to find his way out of nearly all of them. Seeing an opportunity open to strike from behind, Aiden looks to score with his Polish Hammer in which he calles the 'Box Office Smash' - which takes down the fan favorite in this match. AJ makes the tag over to Thunder Train, who's hunger knows no bounds, and he begins pummeling the former six time Tag Team Champion. Picking up Spade, he looks to score with a Gutwrench Powerbomb - but Spade smartly blocks the attempt. He then quickly grabs Thunder Train from behind and delivers a huge release German Suplex. With this move, Spade looks to finally make the tag to his partner - but it's Train who makes the tag first over to Aiden Joseph.
Joseph enters the ring and knocks Gooey off the apron before dropping an elbow right on the back of Jonny's head. Picking up the former Entertainment Champion, he signals for the Silver Bullet - but out of nowhere Gooey takes advantage of the 5 second rule and he knocks the block off Aiden as he approaches his tag team partner.
With both men down, Jonny finally makes the tag to Gooey and AJ makes the tag to Train. Gooey enters the ring like a man possessed and immediately begins taking it to the current Entertainment Champion. The combination of rights and lefts before a huge swinging upper cut. Within a few moments, AJ looks to get involved but Jonny spears him out of the ring. Train turns around and he is blasted with the Clam Smasher. Train falls on his back and Gooey hooks both legs to win for his team and advance to the finals of the Tag Team Tournament.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:16:31 GMT -5
Segment: Red-tilmatum (Credit: Mr. Red) Mr. Red is shown taping his wrists in his dressing room. Mr. Red is putting the finishes touches on his prematch rituals. Mr. Red vs BK London has potential to be great and Red knows it.
There is a low sound of high heels coming towards him. He glances over his shoulder to see his wife entering the room. Mr. Red turns to her as she walks closer.
She starts to ask Red a question but turns and walks over to a chair and sits down. Mr. Red: What's on your mind? Mrs. Red: Nothing. Mr. Red: I know better than that. Each time you have something that you are afraid to ask about, you act like this. Mrs. Red: Como? Mr. Red: You always start to ask, then you get scared and find something else to do. Mrs. Red: I do have something to ask. Vas a ser enojado. You're gonna get mad at me. Mr. Red: Come on, honey. Just ask. Mrs. Red: I want a match with you at Omega Effect. Just for fun. Mr. Red: No. No way. I won't harm you in anyway. Mrs. Red: If you love me, you would do it. I want to have fun at the big show. Mr. Red: Don't play that card. I will not agree to this match. Mrs. Red walks up and embraces her man. Mrs. Red: Please, baby? I want you to have the best match on the PPV card. The only way it will happen is with your own wife. Mr. Red: I'm sure that we could put on a great match. Mrs. Red: Can I make you a deal? Mr. Red: What kind of deal? Mrs. Red: How confident are you in your ability to defeat BK. Mr. Red: I know that I will win. I am sure of it. Mrs. Red: Bueno. If you beat BK, then I will stop asking for the match at Omega Effect. If BK defeats you, then you must face me at Omega Effect. Mr. Red: No deal. Mrs. Red: It's already a deal. I have already talked to Gingerdude. Mr. Red: The scene fades out with the two staring each other down.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:17:44 GMT -5
Segment: Keeping the plan in mind (Credit: BK London)
We return to the locker room of BK London, where Stephan Russo seems to have made himself a bit comfy while watching the high definition plasma television that the people of the Rexall Place so generously donated. He appears to be watching the last few moments of BK London's promo just moments ago, and he doesn't exactly look too happy with it.
Soon enough though, returning from his in-ring promo is BK London - who's on top of the world, on Cloud 9, or another metaphor for being extremely happy. He walks over to the couch and notices what's on the screen.
BK London: So, you're watching the promo, how was it? Please tell me.
Stephan Russo: It was fine...
BK London: - FINE?! It was fantastic Russy baby, I tell you - nothing is better than pointing out the flaws by Ginger and these mothercanuckers in Edmonton, and then rubbing it in their faces. I wish you could've been out there with me...
Stephan Russo: Yes, well I was taking care of certain important business. But now that you're here, I'm happy that you're excited, but let's not stray off track here. We're here to do one thing, kill ACW. We cannot allow ourselves to let our guard down everytime we manage to outsmart Ginger...
BK London: Oh but come on Russ, it was a great plan. I mean sending that fake letter to Charlotte King, then proceeding it hack into the ACW website and post the news itself. Genius man! Now Ginger, thinking that Victor has rejected, will stop calling, will stop sending him fruit baskets, will stop contacting him altogether. We're in the clear baby. No match for Omega Effect IV...
BK London continues to express his elation, while at the same time revealing the master plan the two have put in place. Always like a villian to reveal their plan when it's all said and done.
Stephan Russo: You know, part of me actually does think you're scared to face Latino...
BK London: ....say what?
Russo knows he has struck a chord. The celebration stops, and things get a little bit serious.
BK London: I've beaten him before Russo, and I'll do it again. There's no one in ACW that can beat BK London - NO ONE!
Stephan Russo: Fine fine. But I've also got another thing to talk to you about. And that's adding to our power.
BK London: Adding to our power? BK London's enough power baby!
Stephan Russo: I'm sure you are, but this isn't just a one single person's job. This requires a lot more than just one person.
BK London: How many people did you have in mind?
Stephan Russo: ....two.
BK London: Two?
Stephan Russo: Two.
BK London: Well, who do you have in mind?
Stephan Russo: Well, I plan on scouting talent at Omega Effect IV, where the superstars really shine. And after that, I'm going to make someone an offer they can't refuse.
BK London: ...whatever, just tell me who it is when you pick them. I've got a match to prepare for, so if you will excuse me - I've got to change.
Stephan Russo: Certainly.
Stephan Russo rises from the couch and now exits the locker room, perhaps to take a walk around the arena..but he stops.
Stephan Russo: Oh BK! One more thing...
He gets BK's attention.
Stephan Russo: I scratched your back, now you scratch mine...
BK London: Don't worry Russ, I've got you covered.
Stephan Russo: Good, good.
And with that, the scene fades out with Stephan Russo exiting the locker room.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:18:32 GMT -5
Segment: Damned Spot (Credit: Sarin)
The water runs from a bathroom faucet at a loud volume, though it can't quite drown out the sobbing of the shuddering woman in the ankle length floor skirt. She's scrubbing her hands hard.
Her complexion: blotched and wrinkley. Her fingertips: wrinkled and blotched. Her soul?
Sarin: It won't come out...it won't come out...
She resumes washing in earnest till the Rexall Place cuts her off.
Having been cut quite a lot in the past week, Sarin sinks to her knees.
Cutting isn't conducive to keeping a sanitary, less sanguine hand.
Sarin: Why won't it come out...oh please, please come out...
Though her hands are quite clean, Sarin sees only filth.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Jun 19, 2008 16:18:54 GMT -5
“Die Another Day” Part IV Credit: Thunderkiss Island Outskirts 11:39 P.M. [He runs as fast as his legs can carry him, looking for any boat or ship that will remove him from this water bound prison. With his criminal resume growing by leaps and bounds tonight, Strife will surely never experience freedom again if he is caught by the police. As a hulking shadow is cast over him, he will soon learn that the police are the least of his problems.] Strife: Y-You? What happened to you?! Thunderkiss: *Growl* [With just one outstretched hand around his target’s neck, Thunderkiss lifts Strife up and slams him into a nearby warehouse wall. Now pinned, Strife less than humbly accepts his fate.] Strife: Going to send me to jail again? Who cares, mate! Been there, done that! Thunderkiss: No. Strife: No? What are you going to do with me then? Thunderkiss: Send you to hell. ~!~CRACK~!~ Thunderkiss: Tiny man. [TK releases his fingers and watches the lifeless body of Strife slip from his fingers. Deep inside him a man weeps for what has transpired but the beast that controls the vessel thirsts for more chaos. However, before this need can be quenched, the smell of a familiar perfume blows in the wind.] Anna: Aiden ...? Thunderkiss: Anna. [He doesn’t dare venture out from the shadows. No matter what, he cannot allow her to see him like this. Her last memories of him must not be tainted by his present image.] Anna: W-What happened? [He ignores her question and instead makes the most important requests of his young life.] Thunderkiss: I’m sorry. Anna, this is a path only I can walk.. Tell my son I love him. [She begins to break down as she realizes what is transpiring.] Thunderkiss: Remember - Anna *crying*: Aiden, no. Please, no. Thunderkiss: I love you and I always will... [He returns to the shadows, a place he will now call home. For a brief moment in time he found something he had searched his entire life for: true love. As his own worst enemy, he has no one to blame but himself for his current predicament, but in true Aiden Joseph fashion he lays the guilt in the hands of someone else. Come Monday, Yoko will realize that a monster has awakened.] [NEXT: BRAND NEW DAY!]
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