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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:34:34 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown July 10th 2008
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Wayde Russler vs. Alex Gonzalez
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Jay Zero vs. AC Evans
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Kudo Yasuda vs. Scott Andrews
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WhiteSnake N Noodles vs. Danny Mainer, The Senator, and FSX
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BK London vs. Alicia Laureano
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:37:25 GMT -5
Segment: A Whole New World/Welcome to the Big Leagues (Credit: FSX/BK)
It feels like it's been forever since an ACW event has last taken place, hasn't it? After all, the obligatory break does put alot of people into a rather relaxed and calm state. Some people would lose their focus, well others would forget of the events that transpired before the break, well some deemed there to be a special 'Two Week Rule' so that things they deemed unacceptable could be changed. Whatever the case may be, everyone always came back with a smile when the break was over...Guess what? It's over! That means it's time for yet another edition of Meltdown! What crazy things could be in store over this year of ACW? Perhaps someone else will have a baby, or someone else will lose their manhood...Time to find out!
Starting out it doesn't really appear as if much is different, if anything. In fact, there hasn't even yet been an announcement deeming the next fiscal year of Meltdown underway! Quite disappointing, really...is this what we can expect over the next year? Boredom and pathetic occurrences to start the show? Speaking of boredom and pathetic things, it isn't long before 'Beast of Blood' by Malice Mizer begins to play! Not the best transition to our new World Champion, but after such a break can anyone think of a better one? As many take note of Fallen's entrance from the back, it's notable that the reaction is perhaps bigger then expected. FSX himself seems a bit startled by the overwhelming cheers he received as he slowly made his way down the entrance ramp, a mic notably in his hand as he rolled into the ring. Seemed the fans wanted something to cheer for..seeing the title around someone's waist is apparently enough!
FSX: So...did you miss me?
Grinning from ear to ear as the reaction doesn't die down as much as he would of expected from saying such a thing, Fallen eventually ushers for those rambunctious few in the stands to quiet down before he continued on. One would think that Fallen's head would grow from the reaction he received alone, but he seemed to remain somewhat calm for the moment. He didn't just come out here to bask in his own glory after all...he could do that later. For the moment it was business.
FSX: Alright, enough of the dramatics then. I think you all have a good idea as to why I'm out here to start things off, and it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the fact that I...you know...defied all odds and captured the World Title. Preserving my career and creating an untouchable legacy? Proving once and for all that anyone can overcome the politics and capture the title? That...you know...I reached the pinnacle? Nah, it's not about that.
Well, maybe he did want to bask in the glory of the situation a little bit after all. Fallen had every right to do so by this point, and there was no one around to stop him anymore. He would enjoy his lone success, but there must be more a reason for his appearance.
FSX: Gloating aside, I'm sure alot of you are wondering just what I'm going to do next. Since my quest has finally come to it's happy ending, what is there left for me to do? Do I retire as the champion and wander off aimlessly into the sunset? Not my style...no...I've decided that I'm going to help others reach their goals. That being said, I've decided to make sure that ACW changes for the better. That anyone and everyone with talent in the backstage area that's been held back in the past will never have that problem again!
But what could that possibly be? It's almost as if Fallen has decided to just build up suspense tonight and leave everyone at the edge of their seat!! But he couldn't possibly do that, right? No..he owes more to everyone in the backstage area then that! Waiting another moment, Fallen eventually shook his head a little bit and laughed softly to himself as he looked to his title for a moment, then back to the crowd.
FSX: Kind of running you in circles, right? I may as well just get to the point! The ACW World Title is no longer something that can simply be obtained through politics and blackmail. No, this is a belt for the most talented and hardest working individual in the company. No matter if they have been the lowliest jobber in the past, or perhaps a true star that never received the chance they deserve, they will now get it. I don't have the specifics down just yet, but over my entire reign I promise that everyone who wants a shot at greatness will have their opportunity! Everyone will have their chance! No one will be denied, and everyone will be able to reach the top!
This seems to garner quite the response as there is chatter of excitement heard throughout the arena. Could it really be possible for everyone and anyone to be a contender for the title? Though many have received shots over the years without much expected of them, there has never come a time that anyone in the back was considered a contender! Fallen's dream is coming to life!
FSX: So don't you even think about waiting, and I expect everyone in the back to stake their claim. I don't care if I'm making an even bigger target on my back, or if I'm begging for competition. I know that alot of people were angry I got this chance and they didn't, so now is the time for everyone to claim their chance!
What a way to start off the new year of ACW! If this doesn't develop chatter in the backstage area then nothing is going too, as it's likely everyone will dub themselves a contender for the title! But who will be the first person to stand up and claim such an opportunity? Probably someone who dreamed of such a chance since childhood, and never been offered one in the past! Talk about a Kodak moment waiting to happen!
Suddenly "Hello Goodbye" blasts throughout the arena speakers, and the once peacful and serene moment goes awry. Dressed in his ring attire, and brand new BK London T-shirt, he steps onto the stage with a cocky swagger. The quite pompus superstar interrupts this Kodak moment, and this isnt' well recieved from the crowd - or Fallen Souls for that matter.
BK London: Well looks like I'm the first one out here, doesn't it? Just by showing up I've already got you beat.
Woooah, where did BK come from? It seems that he was waiting in the wings to make his way out from the back so quickly! But does he fill any of the criteria that Fallen had brought up earlier? While BK London has held the title on two seperate occasions, and has had multiple title shots since losing his belt almost two years ago, he doesn't seem quite finished with his ACW title aspirations. As he steps out onto the stage, before even looking at the ACW Champion himself - he stares at the ACW Championship belt wrapped around his "unworthy" waist. It almost calls for BK London once again, but he then looks up and sees Fallen's ugly mug and quickly the cocky demeanor turns into a grimacing stare.
FSX: What a coincidence you'd finally show your face, BK. I kind of assumed you were too ashamed to do so after you guaranteed you'd beat Sarin, then you gave up...
BK London: You think I couldn't have beaten Sarin? Trust me Fallen Souls, I have a lot better things to do with my time than beat washed up old bitch. But then again, that seems to be what I'm doing tonight...
FSX: Better things to do? Didn't you get clocked in the back of the head by a chair a few seconds later?
Many are heard snickering in the crowd at such a comment, recalling the fun it was to watch BK get smashed in the back of the head with a chair as he was. Such a delightful memory...though BK doesn't seem to think so. In fact he appears to get very angry for a moment, before being quick to calm himself down. He doesn't want to over exhilarate himself, after all..He had other things to do tonight.
BK London: And why exactly are you living in the past Fallen Souls? That incident happened lightyears ago, it's over - it's done with. I could've beaten Sarin any day of the week - hell - as far as I am concerned, I just softened her up for you at Omega Effect. So you should be thanking me..
Fallen Souls chuckles to himself, he finds the bit of information BK London just spat out his mouth a bit amusing. But BK London wasn't done there..
BK London: But I'm not out here to live in the past, I'm not out here to receive praise - hell - I'm not even out here to ask for a title shot.
FSX: Is that right?
BK London: Oh that's right. You see, after I defeated Adrian Flamingo - I signed a very lucrative deal with your asshat of a Chairman....before I kicked the lips off his face of course. But in this new contract I signed, I am GUARANTEED one free ACW Championship match before the contract runs out.
FSX: ...So what your trying to say is that you can't earn a shot fairly anymore, so you need to be handed one on a silver platter? Wow, you sure are a serious threat.
Stretching out calmly as he turns away from BK for a moment, Fallen doesn't seem to care very much for the situation at all as the would be challenger began to fume with anger for the moment. He had done nothing to deserve his chance at the title? Holding the title so many times in the past and being one of the most consistent performers of all time in ACW is nothing?!
The fact that FSX turns away while looking at him fired him up the most. There's one thing BK London demands around these parts, and it's respect, and Fallen Souls doesn't seem to be giving him that tonight.
BK London: You question me? I earned this new contract when I kicked Adrian Flamingo out of ACW in that Loser Leaves Match. I put my entire career on the line for this - so don't you DARE question my integrity. If anything, I should be questioning yours...
Fallen Souls turns back around, BK has got his attention.
BK London: This is coming from the man who cried, and bitched, and moaned after he didn't win Fallen Heroes. This is the man who only got a championship shot by beating ONE MAN. Last year, I got my championship shot by beating 29. I EARNED my way into the Omega Effect main event, whereas you...you lucked out, punk. Trust me, if you had faced me at Omega Effect instead of that pushover Sarin, I would've taken you BACK to school.
As the arena seemed to grow quiet for a moment after BK had finished his rant against the champion, it almost felt like a deja vu moment to things that have been heard over the past few months. Fallen must of seen it in such a way, as he could only stare on blankly to his challenger, not quite sure just what he should say, before growing quite flustered and frustrated. Will there ever come a time people cease to belittle him?
FSX: Go ahead and say whatever the hell you want; I don't have a damn thing to prove to you! If you want to start something here BK, then at least get in the ring first! Because I really don't have any issue with kicking your ass to start off my reign as champion...
BK London: Is that what you want?
FSX: Do you have wax in your ears? I said why don't you come down here so I can kick your ass...or are you intimidated?
BK London: Intimidated? INTIMIDATED?! Why you-
And with that, BK London begins to make his way down the ramp to a pop from the crowd. Fallen Souls removes his championship from around his waist to be less constricted during this impromptu brawl, but he finds that he does it for no reason. Upon reaching the mouth of the entrance ramp, he stops and waves his finger while nodding his head. Slowly BK London begins to back up to the dismay of the fans...
BK London: You know what? Nah...I don't have time to waste on you. You see, I have a very important match tonight, and there is no way I'm going to risk an injury before it. Besides...you may have the championship, but I call the shots. You see, with my contract - I pick the time, I pick the place, I pick the match - and then I'm going to pick you apart....see ya then...
Before Fallen was given the chance to reply to him once again and force the matter to escalate a bit further then many would expect of it BK made his return to the back with a laugh, leaving a frustrated Fallen to simply pace around the ring and curse to himself softly as many looked a bit worried of the situation. If BK London was to be Fallen's first challenger, did he really stand a hope? This was a man who held the title multiple times for good reason...this could be worrisome...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:40:20 GMT -5
Segment: “Art of Fighting” (Credit: Kudo)
The post-Omega Effect backstage culture is quite positive with the return back to work as well as having a successful show. For Kudo Yasuda however, his day is about to turn a little less positive as he stands for an interview from Kevin Anderson.
Kevin: Well Kudo, I know it’s been a while, but glad to have you back here and I’m also glad that I’ve gotten to have to first true interview with the returning star. I’m afraid Charlotte couldn’t find the time to make it apparently.
Kudo: …You’re welcome?
Kevin: Yes well, I know people have been calling you a returning star, and a breath of traditional air –
Kudo: People have been calling me a...breath of traditional air?
Kevin: …Yeah. Well okay maybe just me. Anyway, I wanted to get your thoughts on not only losing your return match at the ACW anniversary show to the current World Champ, but also getting your head knocked in at Omega Effect by Jake Steele’s RIGHT IN YO FACE!!!
Kudo’s head tilts back and he wipes what appears to be a spot of stray saliva from Kevin’s outburst and takes off his sunglasses.
Kudo: It’s a shame to see that some things don’t change. Let me tell you something Kevin. I don’t have anything to prove to someone like you, or someone like Jake Steele. I’ve had one match since my return, and yes it was a loss. But that loss I took with stride and I gave Fallen Souls his credit. He did what he had to do, and he did it in a respectable way. Now at Omega Effect, I had a chance to impose this same ideal as the special enforcer in the shameful display that was Jake Steele vs. Jason Freeman. Those were 2 very talented wrestlers no doubt, but as I hold my junior heavyweight brethren to high standards, I hold every single person that steps into the ring and calls themselves a wrestler responsible for their actions, regardless of weight or division.
Kevin: I don’t follow.
Kudo: Of course you don’t Kevin, but that’s alright because I don’t hold you to a very high standard to begin with either way.
Kevin: Uh…thanks!
Kudo (shaking his head and facing the camera now): You see, I was one of the quickest rising stars in ACW, and some people claim that it was contributed to by my raw talent, my will to win, hell some people stand right in my face and say it was all luck. But I know the real reason to my success and the reason why I am able to proudly wear this flag over my shoulders: my principles. I’ve gone through different phases here in ACW, some highs and some lows but the one thing I’ve never let go were my principles and what I’ve learned in my training at the DragonArts school. When I take a look at someone like Jake Steele in the ring, flaunting money and a mob mentality with however many thugs he’s rounded up, I think I die a little inside. Here I was giving my all to bring R3 to fruition, to bring juniors to the spotlight respectfully and there he was embarrassing the sport of professional wrestling and taking us back an incredible step; not as juniors but as wrestlers. When you lace up and lock up, you are representing a class of sportsmen that rise with the best and fall with the worst. People like Jake Steele represent the worst this sport has to offer. You can’t buy what I’m speaking about you know. And let me tell you Kevin, if you don’t have strong principles and a winning philosophy, you’ve already lost. This is why the final R in R3 is Respect. It is often the hardest to maintain given the countless number of urges, but once you do achieve it, it is the basis for every other R in the ARMADA decree.
Kevin: Right, and that’s why I’m here doing this interview! Because I’ve got a greater winning mentality than Charlotte!
Kudo: …Yet I still would have preferred her.
Kevin looks as if he just died a little inside and Kudo leaves the screen happy to have spoken his piece. (And leaves Kevin Anderson feeling like crap after an interview rather than the other way around for a change)
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:42:35 GMT -5
“The Sad Man” Credit: Alicia Kitsune, Thunderkiss *Several days before Meltdown….*[Outside the home of one of ACW’s most beloved couples a very unexpected guest has come calling ... ] *Ding, Dong* [The doorbell informs her of his presence, but certainly not his identity. As the owner of this very home cracks open her door, she soon wishes she would have used the peephole first.] Alicia Laureano: Yes - *GASP* Thunderkiss: Hello Alicia. [Even having seen Thunderkiss’ return to his previous incarnation via ACW programming, his appearance throws her into a tizzy. Her motherly instincts immediately cause her to take a few defensive steps backwards where her arms cover up her womb. Upon seeing her reaction, Thunderkiss throws both hands into the air, palms out, to signify he comes not as foe, but rather friend.] Thunderkiss: I know this must be difficult for you, but do know I mean neither you nor Victor any harm. I just came to talk. I can leave if you want. [The tone in his voice is not harsh, but soft. His stance is not aggressive, but welcoming. His eyes are not on fire, but filled with sorrow. This puts her more at ease, though naturally she is still cautious.] Alicia: No, it’s fine. Please, have a seat. [Alicia directs Thunderkiss to her house steps and the two sit side by side. His mind searches for the correct way to start this conversation, and with a cracking of his voice, Alicia decides to ease him of his burden.] Alicia: I’m guessing that you want to talk about what happened at Omega Effect. Thunderkiss: I tried, Alicia. I really did. Alicia: I have to be honest, I just don’t understand it. Did you truly leave your family? I would have thought that would be the absolute last thing you would do. Thunderkiss: In short, yes, but for a greater good. A few days before Omega Effect something very tragic happened, Anna was slain. [Alicia is instantly taken aback by this revelation. Before she can question it, she recalls memories from own life that others would have difficulty believing and allows Aiden to continue.] Alicia: ……go on. Thunderkiss: A plan of mine ..backfired, terribly. In the end, I held her dead body in my hands. I had no other choice than to make a deal ... [As each puzzle begins to fall into place, Alicia begins to uncover the truth behind his transformation. Without her guest noticing it, she turns her hand over in her lap so that the distinctive pentagram-inscribed ring on her right hand is toward him, and a chill rockets up her spine as the eye motif in its centre glows for a fraction of a second, confirming her suspicions. With a firm look she assures Thunderkiss that she understands exactly that happened and he need not continue with his explanation, something which in itself lifts a little weight from his mind. With that now out of the way, he reveals the reason for his visit.] Thunderkiss: I know you see it in me, you have since day one. Please, help me get rid of it. [Alicia tips her head on one side, and her heart aches for his situation. But if there is one thing which her recent life has taught her, it’s that there are never any easy ways to rid ourselves of our shadows, material, spiritual or otherwise.] Alicia: I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Kiss, but the old adage endures for a reason; a deal is a deal. Once it’s made, reneging or negating such a contract is a torturous process indeed, though it’s not impossible. That said, I’m certainly no expert but I have this gut feeling that the cure is probably just as bad as the disease. I don’t know enough to do more than point you in the general direction, and even that I hesitate to think about. Thunderkiss: Alicia, my heart, it feels so empty. Please, I beg of you. [He begins to weep uncontrollably. Understandingly, Alicia reaches out with her arm to comfort him, but he pulls away and rises before she can touch him.] “Get away!” Thunderkiss: NO! No, please don’t. I have a difficult time controlling it and it doesn’t like you, Alicia. I must keep my distance. [Thunderkiss buries his face in his hands and clutches his face in frustration. He wishes he could rip it off and bleed his way out of existence but knows he’d be prevented from doing so just like his previous attempt at Omega Effect.] Thunderkiss: Then I must accept there is nothing I can do about this. It is out of my hands; I am never going to see them again. I knew that the moment I accepted this fate, but what other choice did I have? My son will need his mother’s love more than he needs mine. There is no need to further waste your time, AK. Thank you for listening. [As he begins to walk down Alicia’s quaint sidewalk, he can’t help but look around at the neighborhood surrounding him. White picket fences border endless yards. Tall spruce trees perfectly complement countless two story dwellings. Children play in the streets, not showing any concern for the evils of the world. This is the American dream, a dream he watched crumble before his very eyes.] Alicia: Where are you heading to, Kiss?
Thunderkiss: Where ever my instincts direct me, and right now they are saying follow where the sun rises. The West is dead to me. I have no place to call home. I have no friends. I have nothing but this sickness that is eating me away from the inside. The only way to stop it from spreading is to feed it, and I think I know just the place.
[Visions of ACW Island flash in his mind. The thought of an entire island full of sinners spikes his pulse to unbelievable heights and his feet make haste towards the East. However, before they take him completely away from Alicia’s gaze, he stops and delivers one final message to his former rival.]
Thunderkiss: By the way, I heard about your good news. Congratulations, you two will fantastic parents, I just know it. I envy you two; I really do. Goodbye Alicia.
[He turns again; the presence inside him is already giddy with anticipation and so his outer senses are somewhat dulled, to the extent that he does not hear the rapid footsteps behind him.]
Alicia: Kiss…. No, actually, both of you, wait.
[Kiss’ heart leaps into his mouth. He can feel the anger rising as it infests his soul, and he has to exercise great willpower to keep his actions as his own. His muscles are shuddering faintly as he turns his head – and then his eyes fall upon the hand which Alicia has extended and held in front of her, and the curious ring upon it. After a split second the tension in his limbs releases without warning; it’s almost as if a part of him has been taken totally by surprise and “dropped the ball”].
Alicia: You, parasite, should know exactly what this sigil symbolizes, and its implications. But let me spell them out for you; lay a claw on me or my family and it will be the last action you take in this or any dimension, for both you and your host.
[The precise meaning of Alicia’s words is a mystery to Kiss. But as he looks at the strange pattern, he detects not just fury in his “darker half”, but something else as well. Fear.
Her point made, Alicia relaxes again, and smiles at Thunderkiss.]
Alicia: Good luck, Aiden. And goodbye.
[She walks away, not wanting to make things more difficult for Kiss, and goes back into her house. Kiss stands on the sidewalk, and then starts to walk himself as the presence re-asserts itself with redoubled insistence, determined to get well away from the area before he can no longer control his direction of travel.
The road ahead leads toward the rising sun, but for Thunderkiss, it will only take him deeper into the darkness…]
[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:44:59 GMT -5
"A Golden Age" (Credit: Rattlesnake/Dan White)
The break following Omega Effect is over. It's time for everything to return to normal. The wheels that drive ACW finally moves again. It's time to shift ACW into high gear.
Omega Effect IV saw champions retain their titles and it saw new champions crowned. FSX finally won the big one. His championship reign will be about as long as his imagination can take him. But we also saw the reinstatement of the ACW Tag Team Championships. The titles retired almost a full two years ago have been resurrected and placed into the hands of a worthy duo.
The team known as Whitesnake now hold the resurrected titles. They survived a month-long tournament to get to the title match and defeated a team from ACW's past...a team that held the titles on 4 different occasions. Putting any animosity between them aside, it was a match for the ages. One that will be remembered for some time.
The scene opens to Rattlesnake in his locker room. He's sitting on a stool, looking down at his newly won championship belt. It gave him a feeling he hadn't had in some time. He was finally a champion again. Granted it wasn't the World Heavyweight Championship, but beggars can't be choosers.
Rattlesnake: A lot of hard work went into earning this. 3 different teams...3 different matches. All that for this. Most people wouldn't say it was worth it. It's only a Tag Team Championship. If it was the World Heavyweight Championship, then it would be worth it. But I disagree.
You can put all your effort into any match you have. The accolades are always the same. People like you or they hate you. There's not a title on the line, so the only thing on your mind is beating your opponent. But a title match is different. Sure people will love you or hate you, but they will also respect you. They'll see how much determination you have within you...how much you want to show everyone that you can shine. It's all there, you just have to persevere.
Rattlesnake places his title on the floor. Thoughts run through his mind on the whole tag team situation.
Rattlesnake: I'll be honest. I haven't been a tag team champion in pretty much 6 years. It's a long hiatus, but the feeling of glory is still there. I'm not in unfamiliar territory. I'm just a little rusty. But that's not a problem at all. That doesn't mean that Dan and I won't be fighting champions. Oh no...far from it. In fact, we'll prove to everyone just who the tag team champions really are. We'll show how much of a dominant force we are. Every title defense will lead to a retain.
Whoa. Maybe Snake should chat with Dan before going off and eluding to being able to take on any team. He knows that there are several teams that are looking forward to getting their hands on the titles. But then again, the last time he held a tag team championship, he never lost it until he left that fed.
The simple fact that he was finally a champion again brought back that oh too familiar bode of confidence. He had it when he was the International Champion. He had it when he was a champion elsewhere. Why should now be any different?
Rattlesnake: One thing that everyone can count on, seeing me with this title around my waist, it'll give them something to reminisce about. They'll look back at the days when I was a single's champion and they'll wonder why I hadn't been a champion again until now.
Rattlesnake picks his title up off the floor and stands up. He drapes the belt over his shoulder. It was an all too familiar feeling indeed. It was one he longed for. It's been nearly two years since he held a title, coming close a few times, but never really getting one. That's why this one means a lot to him. He doesn't want to be viewed as a one-month transitional champion. He wants his run to last for as long as it will.
He walks over to his locker room door and leaves. As the door shuts, he passes by a bunch of people backstage. Several of them start applauding him. More people jump in and applaud. Before long, everyone that Rattlesnake passes is cheering for him. That too was an all too familiar feeling. But that was one feeling he didn't want. He stops abruptly and looks at the person nearest to him. The little name tag on his shirt says "Dwayne."
Rattlesnake: And why are you clapping?
Dwayne: I'm just excited for you. You're part of Whitesnake...the team that won the reinstated Tag Team Titles.
Rattlesnake: You're...excited for me?
Dwayne: Well, yeah. I've followed you throughout your career. I've seen the days when you were on top and the days when you were at the bottom. I've seen every day in between.
Rattlesnake: You've followed me?
Dwayne: Yeah.
Rattlesnake: Like a stalker?
Dwayne: Oh no, nothing like that.
Rattlesnake: How am I to believe that? If you've followed me throughout my career...seen my good days and bad days, then in my mind that qualifies you as a stalker.
Dwayne: Please don't label me like that. I can assure you, I'm not a stalker. I'm a faithful Snakeling!
Rattlesnake's demeanor switches to fury. The look on his face is literally frightening. He tilts his head while he steps toward Dwayne.
Rattlesnake: You...are not a Snakeling. There are no Snakelings. Everyone that stands out there in the arena and everyone watching at home...they claim to be Snakelings too, but I know what they truly are.
Dwayne gulps. He's clearly afraid to ask due to any possible repercussions.
Dwayne: And...what...is...that?
Rattlesnake: Fakes. Frauds. Bandwagoners. Marks. They only cheer for the one person that sides with them. Last I checked, I wasn't one of those people. I don't side with the fans and I won't either. I do, however, intend to bring the order to chaos. It's about time everyone saw my true colors.
Rattlesnake grabs Dwayne around the neck. The Tag Team Championship belt drops to the ground. Snake picks Dwayne up and slams him down with a chokeslam. Snake picks Dwayne up again and drops him onto a railing. Dwayne's neck hits the railing and then just drops to the floor. Seconds after the impact, Dwayne starts spitting up blood.
Rattlesnake: Don't follow me anymore.
Just then Dan White runs up. He sees Dwayne on the ground and Rattlesnake grinning.
Dan: What the hell are you doing?
Rattlesnake: What am I doing? I'm just getting started. It's time for me to wage war.
Dan: You're mad!
Rattlesnake: I'm not mad. I'm a happy person!
Dan: I didn't mean it like that.
Rattlesnake: So what exactly do you mean?
Dan: I wouldn't want anyone sane to be my partner. That's what I mean when I say you're mad.
Rattlesnake: Ahh...damned language barrier. Looks like we'll have to fix that.
Rattlesnake reaches down and grabs his title and both him and Dan walk off laughing.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:46:10 GMT -5
Segment: Rested and Recovered (Credit: Senator)
Returning from after the commercials, the camera opens up in the Senatorial Office. A familiar figure is seen leaning up against the desk, cane in hand, while the Capitalists enter into the room.
Kevin Fitsharris: Welcome back, boss!
Anthony Kalb: Good to see you’re not worse for wear after that war you fought. Thought your leg was better, though.
The Senator: Oh, yeah, I was meaning to give this to you guys.
Phillips tosses the cane over to Fitsharris, who bobbles it, hitting himself in the face, before picking the rod off the floor.
Kalb: Clumsy as ever…
Senator: I want you guys to send that over to the ACW Charities office to auction it off, perhaps this shall go a bit better than my last involvement with that organization.
Kalb: No kidding.
Senator: Camera is on, I take it…if so, I have a few words for the public.
Fitsharris: Red light, yep. You sure you feel up to the match later, though?
Senator: Yes, I feel as hearty and vigorous as a bull moose today! The head hurts, the back hurts, the knee still needs work, but hey, I am still standing tall, and ready for action! Dan White tried to destroy my career, and to tell the truth, at Omega Effect, I tried to reciprocate. Both of us can not stand each other’s guts, even now, but I do believe that we walked, or in my case, hobbled away with a bit of respect. That man can take a load of punishment, if nothing else. Never mind the pundits and talking heads who would claim that my leg held me back in that match, every single contest in the history of the industry has surrounding circumstances, and Mr. White earned that win, the hard way.
Senator: In any case, I am pleased, since the one thing that keeps me around this company is top level competition, and the chance to further my legacy of putting on the best matches these fans have ever witnessed. Now, I have a match tonight, facing off against Mr. White, along with his fellow tag champion, and Jake Cheng. Shame I will not have the Stable in the corner with me, but I will say this, my fellow tag partners are no slouches. Fallen Souls, having realized his dream, is currently the top man in ACW today. Danny Mainer is not just a young lion, but a developing megastar. Together, we shall conquer our foes, and that, my friends, is nothing, but the truth.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:47:26 GMT -5
Segment: The Best of the Best Credit: Jay Zero / ? [After two long weeks, here we are. Safe and sound within the concrete walls of the ACW Arena once again -- well, for now. Backstage we find Jay Zero suited up in ring gear standing in front of a camera with his lips scrunched up while rubbing his hands together.] Zero :: For two weeks now I've sat and waited impatiently for my time to step back into the action, and reclaim my rightful place in the spotlight! And now baby! Here we are! [/color] [The crowd out at ringside cheers for the return for their favorite wrestling promotion.] Zero :: Jay Zero has had two long weeks to think over everything! He has had two weeks to reflect on what he's accomplished in his career! And then, within the blink of an eye one night! It came to him! Jay Zero had a major revelation!
See, for over a year now I've been in ACW, and Jay Zero got to to thinking. He thought to himself: "What have YOU done?" I mean, you look at the people in this business like BK London! The man nearly held EVERY title in ACW by this time! And take a good look at that man! If he can do it, and Jay Zero can't, then something clearly is wrong here!
So of course, Jay Zero had a revelation, and sadly -- being a former Entertainment Champion and a former Light Heavyweight Champion is just NOT good enough for me! [/color] [And there it is! The cocky, arrogant attitude of Jay Zero that nobody has missed over our break. The fans welcome him back by making some noise in the arena, booing him. ] Zero :: ---It isn't good enough for me, because Jay Zero is nothing less than PERFECTION and without the Golden Straps around my waist and my name in the record books, it means nothing to you ungrateful punks! [/color] [Booo. Behind Jay you can see a doorway, and since the start of the broadcast here, many people have walked by. It's a heavily trafficked area.] Zero :: ....But to Jay Zero, the record books of title histories aren't all that count! For Jay Zero, it's the wins and losses that show what kind of competitor you are! And right now Jay Zero has packed on thirty seven wins and twenty seven losses in my ACW career! I may be ten ahead in the wins column, but Jay Zero KNOWS he's better than that! Jay Zero knows he's better than everybody backstage in these locker rooms! [/color] [He points his arm out, swaying it from one side to the other for emphasis.] Zero :: And at Omega Effect, I made a promise to everybody --I made a guarantee that I was going to defeat Rattlesnake and I sure as hell followed through with that pact! It may have taken a few tricks to get the job done, but who gives a shit people! A wins a win and that's all that matters, right?! Nobody's going to remember how many Zero Darkness' it took to put him away! Pft. All they're going to remember is seeing Snake lie in the ring unconscious while Jay Zero celebrated on the top rope!
Fact of the matter is, Jay Zero KNOWS he's the best, and after tasting what it's like to win at the biggest event of the year, he KNOWS that he loves to win and PROVE that he's the best!
[/color] [ "Shut Up Ze-ro" *Clap Clap ClapClapClap* ] Zero :: And knowing that Jay Zero IS the best, I guarantee that I could take ANY ONE here in ACW! So right now, Jay Zero is laying out a GOLDEN opportunity for the next person that walks through that door right there! Whoever is unlucky enough to step into the same room as Jay Zero is going to go one on one with the Perfect Ten himself, here TONIGHT! [/color] [The crowd cheers, beginning a FSX chant...] Zero :: FSX? Please. A win over him is real good and all, but contradicting what I said earlier....to ME! That doesn't mean shit without that World Title on the line! [/color] [Booo. Jay takes a step back and looks over towards the doorway where workers have been going in and out this entire time. Several seconds pass -- until A.C. Evans walks into the scene, stopping abruptly as he's shocked to see Jay Zero standing right around the corner.]
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Remove yourself from my presence, please. Zero :: Heh. You must be new 'er something! [/color] A.C. EVANS:[/color] What was that? I think you're just a bit jealous because of the fact that I've done more in my one month here than you've done in your entire career in this place. So, before you spout off on how you're the greatest person in this place..allow me to stop y-- Zero :: Whatever. A challenge is a challenge! Heh -- you're dead kid! Dead! [/color] A.C. EVANS:[/color] A challenge? I never recall you issuing a challenge to you or to anyone. Now, please...? I only said that I would seek redemption for what happened at Omega Effect. I never once asked you to have a match with me. Zero :: Sure, you didn't ask for your own funeral, but hey! What Jay Zero says goes, got it? Like it or not you little snot nosed punk--You're going one on one with the best there is! I'll see you and your badly bleached mess of a hairstyle in the ring! Hah! [/color] [A confident smile comes upon Jay's face as he begins to back step away from Evans before pushing up on his tippy toes and turning back away and down the hallway, out of the picture. Evans looks around for a second, letting it register.] A.C. EVANS:[/color] Redemption comes early.. [Well -- there it is. I guess tonight we're going to see A.C. Evans take on Jay Zero in the ring! The crowd somewhat cheers for the challenge as Evans looks away from the camera, thinking of the momentum he could get from beating Zero....] [Fade Out] OOC: Credit for ? goes to A.C. Evans
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:48:09 GMT -5
Segment: New Sheriff in Town Credit: Wayde Russeller/Silencio/Mainer
The crowd is hot and ready for some ACW action on its first show back since Omega Effect. Last time the fans saw ACW action the were left breathless from the show of shows, the show that made history! While they sit wondering just how the show will start off. A Honda CR-Z pulls up outside the arena. The door swings open and out pops the International Champion Danny Mainer with the title slung over his shoulder. He closes the door and starts to run towards the arena at blinding pace, the camera bouncing up and down as the cameraman run sto catch up with him.
Mainer: Argh! FUCK! I’m going to wet myself on the first show back. NOT cool. He frantically searches the hall for a bathroom but takes a wrong turn and winds up back in the parking lot.
Mainer: SHIT! Wrong turn.
He runs back inside and see’s a bathroom he runs into the door but its locked so he just bounces back. Now frustrated he looks around and see’s the ladies room. He looks around and see’s no one is around so he shrugs.
Mainer: Holy Judy Dench! Forgive me for this… but I have no alternative. He drops the title and his bag next to the door and runs in. As soon as he is gone, Silencio comes walking down the hallway. The crowd boo’s as soon as they see him. He is walking by quickly but stops when he see’s the title on the floor so he stops. He quickly looks back and creeps toward the belt. He looks around to check for people but no one is in sight. He bends down and pick up the title. In his head starts to contemplate.
Silencio: Hmmm....
Silencio starts thinking about taking Mainer's International title belt...He looks around himself, looks inside the bathroom, and looks around himself again. Finally, Silencio makes up his mind
Silencio: Idiota should of took it in with himself
Silencio makes up his mind as he reaches for it, he turns to leave he hears what sounds like footsteps. They are to quick to be someone walking so it must be an animal. But how did an animal get in here? The steps get closer but now he can tell they are too heavy to be an animal like a dog.
Silencio: The hell is that?
He decides not to find and turns to run but hits something and falls down. He looks and see’s four hooves in front of him. The camera pans up and to the big black frame and then to the head of the horse. It follows up even further to reveal the man riding the horse, Wayde Russeller in his black cowboy hat. He even has a sherriffs badge pinned to the front of his jacket.
Silencio: WHAT.THE.FU--
Wayde: Howdy. You know, you shouldn’t take things that don’t belong to you.
Silencio is now past shock and into anger. He jumps up off the ground.
Silencio: Who the hell ARE YOU?....And how did they allow you to bring a freakin' horse inside the damned arena!?
Wayde: I’m Wayde Russeller, the new Sherriff in town. And you need to put down that title before I have to initiate Southern Justice.
Silencio: Southern Justice? First off, who the hell do you think you are budding into other people's buisness? Secondly, give me a reason why the fuck I shouldn't just rip you off that horse of yours and kick your ass?
Mainer emerges from the bathroom and gets in Silencio’s face and smirks.
Mainer: Well I'd say he is reason one, I'm reason two, and what the hell, the horse is reason 3! Why don’t you go beat Jin first and THEN we’ll talk about the big leagues here.
Silencio looks from Mainer to Wayde. He knows he stands a chance one on one with each of them but together plus the horse, the odds are not in his favor.
He decides to fight another day and he nods his head and walks off. Mainer looks at Wayde and the two stare at each other for a moment. Mainer is first to break the silence by purring sarcastically.
Mainer: Nice Horse.
The fans laugh at that one
Mainer: I’m not sure if I’m pleased to have the man that I fought in arena's everywhere to kick off my career here again but nice save. I owe ya’ one, as much as it shames to admit it. With that he walks off with his title and bag. Wayde tips his hat to him and looks at the camera.
He turns his horse around and gallops down the hall as the camera fades black.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:49:25 GMT -5
Match 1: Wayde Russler vs. Alex Gonzalez (Credit: Wayde Russler)
I'm too sexy plays as a red carpet is rolled down the ramp and "The LA Looker" Alex Gonzalez strolls down the ramp. So called fans and admirers crowd around him and Crystal, who kiss and laugh. Crystal pulls down the ropes and Alex gets in then strokes Crystal's hair. They kiss again then Crystal drops down and Alex takes off his entrance attire.
Edison: Well folks our first match back from break is going to be two young up and comers!
McNally: Thats right, and this guy right here is as vain as they come. He thinks he is God's gift to women and ACW.
The lights go out and "Cowboys From Hell" blasts on the loudspeaker and the fans pop as Wayde and Annabella ride out on a horse. The horse gallops up to the ring and Wayde jumps down and helps Annabella off. They walk up the stairs and when they get to the top Annabella takes his hat and coat from him and Wayde jumps in the ring.
Edison: This young man isn't new to ACW but he is recently returned and he wants to restore order and Southern Justice to ACW.
McNally: Yea and Southern Justice is something the LA looker needs. Maybe he can knock some of that Cockieness out of him!
Back in the ring the two wrestlers are circling each other as the bell rings and we officially start. Wayde gets tired of circling and goes to punch Alex but he backs up into the corner and covers his face.
Alex: NO FACE NO FACE!
Wayde laughs and goes to hit him again but Gonzalez is covering his face with both hands and he keeps hitting the hands. Wayde backs off with a smirk. He shrugs and then kicks him in the mid section causing Alex to drop his hands and Wayde starts teeing off on his face. He grabs his arm and throws him into the other corner and follows him so close that the same time he hits the turnbuckle, Wayde connects with a vicious clothsline
Eddison: I think this is the first match Wayde has wrestled sober for and so far he looks pretty good!
Wayde looks like he is setter Alex up for a suplex but gets a fist in his groin before he can finish and he collapses to the ground. Alex stands over him and ckecks his face to see if his "masterpiece" is ok. Once he sure he still looks good he grabs Wayde and picks him up and quickly hits a scoop slam. He then goes up the turnbuckle and connects with high flying knee drop right to Waydes face.
Eddison: Love him or hate him, this kid does have some nice moves in his arsenal.
The LA Looker is yelling something to Wayde about not being one of the beautiful people before he picks him again and sets him up for the GLAMOR on his shoulders. Before he can hit what would have finished the match for sure Wayde wiggles his way out and drops to both feet. HE runs up the turnbuckle and Alex turns around only to be met with a head scissors that sends him into the corner while at the same time knocking the ref out of the ring. The fans explode as they know what is coming next. Wayde stands at the other turnbuckle and gets the crowd pumped up. He then runs at the turnbuckle grabbing onto the top rope pulling himself up completely verticle (think Elijah Burke style)
McNally: ITS SMITH..........
He then drives both feet down into Alexs stomach
McNally: AND WESSON!!
Alex grabs his stomach and stumbles to his feet. Wayde bounces off the turnbuckle and hits his Southern Justice finisher! He lets out a rebel yell and turns to cover Alex but there is no ref. He leans over the ropes trying to get the ref up as the fans boo because they see Chris Cooley slink into the ring.
Eddison: What the hell is he doin here?
McNally: Maybe he wants to welcome Wayde to ACW?
Wayde turns around and gets a kick in the mid-section and a SHUTDOWN! Cooley puts Gonzalez on top and throws the ref in the ring.
1......2......3!!!
Announce: Here is your winner ALEX GONZALEZ!!
Eddison: And thats all she wrote ladies and gentleman.
McNally: I guess Cowboy Chris Cooley inflicted his own Southern Justice here today.
Cooley walks off followed by Alex leaving Annabella helping Wayde who does not look happy at all.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:50:57 GMT -5
Segment: The Era of Entertainment Has Begun (Credit: Train)
Nothing fancy here folks. Right away Ice Train's WCW theme plays as Thunder Train walks out with the Entertainment Championship on his shoulder. Wearing shorts, a sleeveless Thunder Train T-shirt and sunglass (indoors because hes cool like that) he makes his way to the ring with a smirk on his face. The crowd boos the champion as he enters the ring. He grabs a microphone and begins to address the crowd.
Thunder Train: Thank you. Thank you very much. Now, unless you've been living under a rock, you have probably heard about my greatness from Omega Effect Four. I did the impossible! I climbed a ladder to retain my championship. Once again I was able to overcome the odds to get my championship back. A.C. you put up a good fight, but you underestimated my brain power. I was smirking ear to ear when I thought of the cherry picker idea. And NOBODY saw it coming. NOBODY! I had heard all the stories by that point. "Oh, Train can't climb a ladder." "Train will give up." "Theres no way Train can get up there to retain the title." I even joked around with you guys and actually tried to climb a ladder. But, I knew in my mind that it would be only a matter of time before I got in the cherry picker and got my title.
The crowd starts chanting "You Suck" at the champion who simply smirks and raises the microphone back to his mouth.
Train: See, you people are chanting "You Suck" at the mosted smartest person in ACW right now. Now, I'm not out here to totally brag about my awesome and astounding accomplishment that is winning the ladder match and retaining my title. No, I'm out here for another reason. To announce my greatness to the world to announce my--
Train is interrupted by "Hallowed Be Thy Name" by Iron Maiden playing over the arena. The crowd stands to their feet and awaits Evans' to appear. Train even gets a little worried in the ring as he takes off his sunglasses and begins to pace a little. However, after the song plays for about 20 seconds Train stops, turns to the camera and smiles. The crowd boos as the music stops.
Train: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I SUCK? By the way, gullible is written on the ceiling.
A few kids in the crowd and some adults look up just proving how smart the world is becoming!!! Thumbs up World. You deserve it!
Train: COME ON PEOPLE! You actually think he would come out here after the embarrassment from Omega Effect? I doubt it. But back onto a lighter note. NOBODY will be crashing my party. For the first time I can enjoy MY title. I hired my own security force to prevent anyone from cutting me off. Oh, and don't expect someone running in from the crowd either. That has also been blocked off, which prevents any of you leaving as well. So sit back, relax and enjoy the Train.
Several fans try to jump the barricade but security prevents them.
Train: If you don't like it, you need to learn to love it, because its going to be around for a while. I have beaten every challenge in my path. Opponent after opponent they have all fallen before me. I am destined for greatness. It doesn't matter who you are, what promotion you're in, what planet you're on, you will fall before me. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a new beginning. You have entered The Era Of Entertainment. You are looking at the soon to be Longest Reigning Entertainment Champion (After a while). I am The Man of Few Words, The Guru of Gumbo, The Shaman of Shellfish, The New Face of Entertainment, More Crazy Than That Taxi, The Thursday Night Dessert Delight. I am Thunder Train.
Train drops the microphone and raises his championship. The crowd boos more as Train leaves the ring. He walks up the ramp and when he reaches the stage he turns around once more before we fade out.
Fade to Black.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:52:12 GMT -5
The First Cardinal Sin: Pride Danny Mainer Sat in his lavish office glad to be back on ACW island is the perennially mocked for his hair colour Chairman Gingerdude who has his feet up on his desk. He’s chillaxing in his office which is perfectly neat and tidy. He has a large smile on his face and a can of Pepsi Max in one hand. He takes a sip slurping away at the fizzy liquid that kills brain-cells with its amazing taste before letting out an elongated sigh of pleasure. He puts the can to the side and lifts up his laptop onto his knees. He begins to prattle away at the keys while opening up files whistling to himself. Suddenly though there’s a rapid knocking at the door, Ginger puts his feet down on the floor and barks to the person invading his private time. Gingerdude: COME IN!The door swings open and in swaggers a still battered looking Danny Mainer. He’s 100% recovered from the Omega Effect battering, Hell, you could say he looks 110%. Walking in confidently is the XI-8000 who looks like something out of Styx. He’s wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and black knee high combat boots, the knees of his jeans are worn through and you can see the flesh of his knees, strong as Hell due to his kickboxing years. He’s not wearing a t-shirt and you can see his well-looked after body, six-pack and all, as well as a pair of leather studded gloves that go around his beatin’-hands. Danny: Gingy! Let’s discuss!Gingerdude, somewhat annoyed with the young Danny Mainer’s direction disturbance jumps straight onto him about it. Gingerdude: Danny, you look like you just came here from a Motley Crue concert.Danny smiles eagerly at Gingerdude referencing to a good band, or at least in his opinion anyways, no matter how old they are. Danny: I’d been to a few gigs over the weekend. Not Motley Crue however, you on the other hand look like you’ve been doing jack-all when you should have been sending out cheques for the ACW band’s hospital bills for Omega Effect.Gingerdude is kinda’ stumped and so he changes the subject quickly. Gingerdude: Alright, touché. Second, where do you get off storming here to interrupt my break in your denims, Peter Punchie?Danny: OK first off. Don’t talk shit to me or you’ll wind up losing a few teeth.Gingerdude: And you’ll wind up losing your job. Sorry, carry on.Danny doesn’t particularly respond to this and goes on with his rant. Danny: Secondly! After defeating Jake Cheng at Omega Effect 2 weeks ago in YOUR stipulation, I think it’s high-time that ***I***, the greatest wrestler of all time, “Guitar Guru” Danny Mainer get a nice, easy day at 7 Deadly Sins. By no means am I saying don’t give me a match; I mean pit me up against some rookie who needs a beating. Because I deserve a little holiday and I’m tired of putting up with assholes like Nick Durden and Dan White 24/7, you dig me?.Gingerdude: No, I damn well don’t “dig you”. Do you think Fallen Souls is going to be having a stroll in the park at 7 Deadly Sins? Hell he’s got tonnes on his plate. Why do you think you deserve a sweetened pill?Danny starts to fume; he angrily slicks back his hair and starts to get pissed off with the chairman. Danny: Because I stole the show at god-damn Omega Effect!!! Face it, I sold more DVD’s on my match alone and it single-handedly drew in THOUSANDS of new viewers because those millions and millions of people want to see ME, because I am the SIX. STRING. SHOGUN!!! And I AM bringing back ACW’s thunder and there’s no way in Hell that YOU can deny that unless you're blind, autistic, or can't read a god-damn rating chart!Gingerdude: I can, but if you’re Alpha Championship Wrestlings “spark” then surely you should be out competing against the finest and drawing ME more money. Right?Danny’s been stumped out. His argument can’t continue here. He becomes to “umm” and “uhh” repeatedly trying to find the answer but Gingerdude cuts in and helps him out with an evil smile curling across his face. Gingerdude: Tell you what, I know JUST the opponent for you. Oh and if you’re so confident in your abilities, I’m sure your opponent will be a defining “Stroll in the Country”. I mean you have been making me tonnes of money lately admittedly with your exciting wrestling style. So, why can’t you, my International Champion have a break?Danny rips out his biggest cheesy grin to date and Gingerdude is satisfied with the response he gets. Danny starts to go on a rant as Gingerdude prints off an incredibly “vague” fill in the blank contract. As it prints he draws a fountain pen from his breast-pocket. Danny: EXCELLENT Gingey! That’s badass work, Hell. Later tonight and all over this year you’re going to see me and my groupies all across the world makin’ noise and making you money Ginge, you’re gonna’ see why hiring me was the greatest move you EVER made. I’m shreddin’ my way to victory, just watch me boy. You’re gonna’ see sparks and “Six-String Shogun” written in bright lights. You feelin’ me Gingey? The Awesome Tour is about to begin.Before Danny can continue to run his mouth about how great he is. Gingerdude interrupts him, with the news of the contract being ready. Gingerdude: Now that’s enough Danny, I’m not interested in appearing in film at the moment. Your contract is done however. Just sign here and you’ll be all settled.The cocky, arrogant Danny Mainer signs it without even a second glance to the actual details of who his opponent is. Gingerdudes smile grows wider as Danny pushes the contract before him. However, Danny realizes he’s made the mistake. Danny: Wait fuck, who am I challengin’ anyways?Gingerdude: You’ll see. Now get out my office!Danny not even wanting to start arguing just turns to the door and heads out as we draw to a fade. FADE
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:52:30 GMT -5
OTA: Quid Pro Quo (Credit: Jake Cheng) Alone in his office, Gingerdude sits, head in his hands. After a sigh, he returns to reading the lone piece of paper in the middle of his desk. While the rest of the text is little, the word Contract sticks out at the top of the paper. And at the bottom, on of the three signature lines is taken.
Danny Mainer
The chairman opens up a wooden case on his desk. He takes the cross pen, engraved with something about him being in ACW for four years or something, and gets ready to write. Looking over the paper on last time, he signs the bottom of the contract to give his approval to Danny Mainer’s match. He twists his pen back to the closed position and puts it back on its holder on his desk. He shuts the wooden pen case and a speaker box on his desk crackles to life.
Secretary: Mr. Gingerdude, Jake Cheng is here to see you. Gingerdude: By God, let him in! I can’t recall a time when Gingerdude has been this excited to see the four-time Light-Heavyweight Champion. When Jake enters the room, Ginger jumps up from his seat and goes over to his classic-looking minifridge in the corner of his office.
Gingerdude: Cheng! Welcome, welcome, take a seat. Would you like something to drink? Jake: Umm, no I’m fine. Gingerdude: Really? Ok, then to business. Jake is already sitting down and watches as the new, friendly chairman sits down and interlocks his fingers on his desk.
Gingerdude: Right to the point, I want your help. Jake: For? Gingerdude: Stephan Russo. Jake: What about him? Gingerdude: I need your help to get him out of here. You need to defeat BK London. Jake: How is beating BK London going to stop them from whatever shit they are doing? Gingerdude: Just tell me. In or out? Jake: Hmm... Jake strokes his goateed chin and looks around the room. The words “International Championship” and “Danny Mainer” catch his eye on the signed contract in front of him. Jake: What’s that? Gingerdude: It’s the contract for the International Championship match at Seven Deadly Sins. Jake: I see that there is no challenger. Gingerdude: Not yet, but I did have a guy in min- Jake: Put me on that contract and let me sign and you have got yourself a deal. Gingerdude: Hmmm...ok. Jake sticks hand out and Ginger once again retrieves his special pen. Jake snatches the pen, signs his name and hands it back to Gingerdude in the time it takes you to read this sentence. Ginger smiles and both men rise from the chair.
Gingerdude: Nice doing business with you Cheng. I will let you know when I need you. I have some things to do before you will be necessary. Jake: Just tell me when you need me. The scene fades out as the new partners in crime shakes hands. Gingerdude is getting desperate to try to take down Stephan Russo and BK London, but maybe he has something else up his sleeve. He better because Russo isn’t going to take this sitting down...
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:52:44 GMT -5
[Friends. A true one is certainly hard to find but to go through life without one is a sure ticket to unbearable loneliness. At this very moment, Thunderkiss could describe his feelings as such though his current emotions are by choice and not chance. Not wishing to bring his curse to those his heart adorns, he has broken all ties from those who once called him friend or lover. This however hasn’t stopped those he once considered close to him from seeking him out, including Nick Durden. After first hearing the rumors of his friend losing his sense of sanity and watching him implode on both Warfare & Omega Effect, Nick Durden has ventured out further than he normally does in his native California in an effort to rescue his ally Aiden Joseph. With the aid of a private investigator, Nick has found what he was looking for, but not what he was expecting. Alone in the corner of this desolate alley is the hulking Thunderkiss clutching an unknown man who is in fear of his very life. His face plastered with fear, his looks certainly match his current feelings of despair.] Man: Help! Help me! Nick Durden: Aiden? [Nick’s intrusion captivates TK’s attention but only temporarily. His visit will have to wait until business is concluded and with an unrecognizable voice, Nick is informed he must take a take a number.] Thunderkiss: Oh! Hello there Nick! We’ll be with you in just one second! Man: P-P-Please, I am so sorry! I won’t do it again! I promise. Thunderkiss: No - [Thunderkiss bends at the knees and places his hand upon the man’s shoulders.] Thunderkiss: No you won’t [He rams his fist into the “sinners” oral cavity and seizes his tongue. With one yank he siphons it from the man’s mouth and pulls it out into the darkness of the night. A smile of both disgust and pleasure cascades across TK’s face and with one sudden tug, the man is freed from his tool of sin.] Man: *GurK* Thunderkiss: Shhh. Shhh. It will be okay. Just keep spitting the blood, you don’t want to asphyxiate upon it. That’s no way to go, my friend. Nick: What the hell are you d-- [Nick’s voice sends a reminder to TK’s ear that he is waiting for his attention. Not wishing to disappoint, Thunderkiss rises and chucks a human tongue over his shoulder before turning in Nick’s direction.] Thunderkiss: Nick! Good evening! What brings you to our humble abode, friend?! Nick: What the fuck, man? What did you do that for? Thunderkiss: Him? Oh, don’t feel sorry for him, Durden. [Aiden drops down and grabs the man’s head, placing one hand on top of the stranger’s head and the other on his jaw. As Thunderkiss begins to speak for the tongueless man, he opens his mouth like a ventriloquist.] Thunderkiss: Because I was being a bad, bad boy! Nick: My god... Thunderkiss: Hahahahaahahahaha! Nick: Have you gone completely mental? Thunderkiss: Take a look around you Nicholas. Is what you see sane? No, no it’s not. We live our lives stepping on one another in a game to make it to the top but there is room for just a select few upon the peak of life. Meanwhile, the rest of humanity kills and maims each other to join them and in the end the only ones satisfied are the ones those who stand on a mountain of broken and dead bodies. We used to be like that but no longer! No, we see the truth in life and we shall help others see the false pretenses they life their lives by. One sinner at a time. Nick: All right, man, enough. You need to come with me. We'll get you help, okay? You need to stop this. Thunderkiss: We don’t need any help, Durden. However, thank you for your concern. Nick: How is the fact that you're referring to yourself in plurals not enough to disturb you? Thunderkiss: Oh, you’re not? Nick: ( gulp ) No. [Nick reaches out and grabs Thunderkiss by his shoulder. This action is not received well and is returned with both a shove and a warning.] Thunderkiss:[glow=red,2,300]LEAVE US ALONE.[/glow] [He came here to rescue Aiden Joseph but he now realizes he doesn’t exist anymore. In his place lies something far more sinister, empty and violent. With this newfound knowledge Nick abandons his efforts and makes haste out this foul place before he finds himself in a situation more uncomfortable than the one he is currently in.] Thunderkiss: Hey Nick! Look! [He’s afraid to turn, but he can’t help but to do so. Immediately he sees TK’s pointing index finger and follows its direction back to where Thunderkiss threw the man’s tongue. There, Nick gazes upon a stray cat filling its mouth with it, a sight that amuses the Worldbreaker to no end and turns Durden’s stomach.] Thunderkiss: Cat got his tongue! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:54:37 GMT -5
Money Forever (Credit: Steele) The scene opens up with a close up on the face of Jake Steele, fixing up his jacket in the mirror, admiring himself. He stares into the mirror smiling, as his mistress, Destiny Mason, strolls up behind him wrapping her arms gently around his neck. She looks into the mirror with him, as Steele smirks and tilts his head back, leaning into give her a kiss. The two share a passionate moment, before Steele looks back into the mirror.Steele: I love how niggas be talkin’ to me about how I need to change… like I got a problem… I get money, and dey’ just mad cause dey’ can’t keep up. But if dey’ worked nearly as hard as me, it wouldn’t even be a problem.Destiny: Yeah baby, they just jealous. Whether they know it or not, you’re the biggest thing to hit this place, and it, it’s just hard from them to control you, like they control everyone else.Steele: Exactly my point, I can’t be “controlled” and soon… I will be Interna- *Knock, Knock*The two break apart, as Steele looks at the door with a pissed off look as whoever is knocking interrupted his speech, and alone time with his lady. He quickly opens up the door, and another young female is at his door, but it’s interviewer Charlotte King. She stands there smiling in a pink halter top, and some daisy duke shorts, plus some black high heels to go with it all. Steele opens the door unexpected of her get up, and stops suddenly staring at her glistening body, as any straight man would. He licks his lips, as Destiny can be seen in the background rolling her eyes.Steele: And how may I help… haha… you?Charlotte whips her hair back and instantly, around 20 stagehands pop up and begin to stare at her, as out of nowhere International Incident pop up next to her with their tongues out, panting at her like two desperate hyenas.Blaze: Ms. King, Ms. King, I bet you wanna be my thing. All this time and I never noticed just how sexy you really are. Hey, how about we ditch this gig her and go for a ride on fire drive?Pride: And rou can suckeh suckeh fi’ dolla’!Charlotte looks at both men repulsed by their comments, and quickly sets the record straight. Charlotte King: Look, I’m not interested in either of you, so back off. Blaze: You fucking bitch!Blaze raises his fist to her, but before he can do anything, his boss silences him.Steele: Aye nigga, dats not how you bag a bitch, I taught you betta’, plus… where da’ fuck my chili fritos at? Blaze: Me and Pride got hungry… Steele looks at Blaze who is scared for his life, as Steele reaches into his pocket.Steele: Here, take dis’ hundred. Screw up again and ya’ done, smell me? Blaze: Yes boss, come on Pride!The two goons run off, as Charlotte rushes back into the interview. Charlotte King: Now, Steele. I don’t know if you know or not, but Kudo Yasuda has just finished up what many have called a very direct interview about you, he made claims that you don’t understand what it means to be a true wrestler and that you let money rule you over, by abusing your power and getting others to carry you to the top. How do you feel about the things he said? Steele: I feel great. I ain’t got nothin’ to say, actually I appreciate every word he said and it really got me thinkin’, I mean why do I go so far to accomplish da’ goals I have laid out before me and why must I use backup to do so? If you had asked me dat‘, I wouldn’t be able to answer, as I am unaware of da’ solution myself. Mr. Yasuda has made a valid point in his teachings, and I just want to tell him Thank You. I needed to hea’ somethin’ like dat’ and he made me see da’ light.
Charlotte looks at Steele, as she is completely shocked by his words, and this new nature. Charlotte King: Umm, Steele… why the very sudden change of heart? Steele hangs his head low and slyly snickers to himself, before extending his arm out to the direction of his room, and looks at Charlotte.Steele: If I may, I would like ya’ to take a seat on my leather couch. You don’t mind right baby? Destiny: Nahhh, just don’t try any funny shit.Steele: Nah, none of dat’.
Charlotte strolls into the room, as her daisy dukes seem to be getting shorter and shorter with each stroll along the floor, Steele can’t help but watch as Destiny keeps her arms folded in a disapproving stare. Charlotte stops at the leather couch, as Steele gives her the go ahead and she sits. Destiny gets closer to Steele, then as they sit down the interview continues.Steele: Ya’ see Charlotte, I heard and observed everything he said, and he right. I need to step back and respect my elders, simply fo’ da’ fact dat’ I’m gettin’ outta’ hand. My thirst for becomin’ a top star here is sendin’ me into a downward spiral, and Kudo helped me see the light.Destiny: Yes, his new attitude has rubbed off on me and we both have seen the light. Charlotte King: This is… amazing. Steele looks back at Destiny and they both break down into hysteria, with seemingly uncontrollable laughter, as Charlotte looks on confused once again. Charlotte King: Did I miss something…? Destiny: Goddamn she’s dumber than I thought, I guess the whole “Jessica Simpson” shit really is fitting for you!Steele: Now Charlotte, if anything, you should know dat’ I don’t listen to niggas like Kudo. Sensible muthafuckas who run a good game, but is too pussy to back it up. Which is why me and Kudo will never be da’ same. I’m now, and he… he’s den’. He dat’ nigga in da’ superman cape at da’ comic-con conventions and I’m da’ one who rolls by in dat’ new McLaren, laughin’ straight to da’ bank.
Steele looks at Charlotte as she is listening to what he has to say, and growing tired of someone in his way of interviewing, he grabs the mic himself, and focuses the camera directly to him.Steele: Yasuda… Dis’ whole idea you got about me… ends real, real soon. I’m not lettin’ yo ass get another second of airtime talkin’ down on me, ya dig? I can guarantee to you… dat' by the end of da' month, you’ll realize it is and always will be…
~Money Forever~ The segment fades out with Steele looking directly into the camera with a disgruntled look on his face.
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Post by BK London on Jul 10, 2008 15:55:01 GMT -5
Match 2: Jay Zero vs. AC Evans (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. A.C. EVANS VS. JAY ZERO ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape *-
“The Lost Soul” A.C. Evans Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 176 lbs. Hometown: Unknown
“The Perfect 10” Jay Zero Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Weight: 195 lbs. Hometown: Portland, Maine “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode plays. The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. While strutting himself down the ramp way, he’ll occasionally stop to say hello to the fine looking ladies in the front row, even kissing their hands from time to time. He then slides under the bottom rope into the ring and climbs up onto the ropes, bouncing up and down while posing for the crowd.
“Hallowed be Thy Name” by the Iron Maiden plays. Out from the back comes A.C. Evans, arms stretched out at his side, palms up. He saunters to the ring in this style, ignoring all those who either shun or support him. He could careless about the opinions of these people, just like he could careless for the man who stands in the ring before him. With a trip up the ring steps that reeks animosity, Evans now stands in the ring and locks eyes with someone who he certainly does not see as a “Perfect 10.” ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Right from the get go Evans takes Zero down from behind while he is busy showing off to the fans. With a double axe handle, he does exactly this and combos with an Irish whip into the corner! Jay Zero lands in hard and is staggered long enough for Evans to hit one of his patented MISSILE DROPKICKS! Jay stumbles out of the corner and flair flops face first to the mat! Seeing another opportunity come his way, Evans leaps up onto the top rope and sets himself up for his DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! Evans squashes Zero like a Goomba with it and then combos into a front chin lock. Evans pushes down with it but Zero manages to struggle to his feet. With two elbows into the side of Evan’s torso, Jay Zero frees himself and hits the back ropes. Catapulting himself off of them with great speed, he sends his shoulder directly into Evan’s body knocking him over like a bowling pin. A few stomps later, Jay lifts Evans to his feet and tosses him over the top rope like a piece of trash. Leaping out after him, Jay’s intentions are to wreck havoc on the outside of the ring but Evan one ups him by leaping out of the way as Jay stumbles off the ring apron. Jay gets sent directly into the fan barricade and gets the wind knocked clear out of him. Wishing to add more pain to Jay’s experience, Evans grabs a chair and attempts to wail him with it by Keiji commandeers it before any damage can be done. MATCH MIDPOINT: As we begin our match’s mid point, both competitors find themselves back in the ring and still with a lot of energy in their tanks. After a Evan’s stumble on the canvas, Zero responds with a HEAD BUTT! The rocket fists, knee to groin and face buster combo lights Evans up and Zero continues his domination. As soon as Evans is back up on his feet, Zero leaps at him with FLYING HURRICARANA! Evans body goes spinning in a 360 and lands hard on the canvas. Zero is not done yet as he leaps up to the top rope and props himself up with a flying cross body! He ends up catching all of Evans with it and falls atop of him for a pin attempt! Jay only gets a two count and the match continues. Not wishing to go down in flames, Evans gives Zero a headbutt as he charges in for his next move. This staggers Zero long enough for Evans to hit the ropes and catapult himself off for a flying clothesline. He nails Jay right across the neck with it and in turn this snaps his neck back something fierce. Zero immediately drops to the canvas and Evans leaps on top of him but just like Jay, only gets a two count. With a handful of hair, Evans rises and takes Zero with him. One northern lights suplex later, we head to the final moments of our match. MATCH ENDING: The momentum is swinging back and forth as we enter the final stage. Both men are certainly pulling out all the stops to win this one, and with a wicked right hand, A.C. might have just claimed victory. Zero stumbles over his feet and lands onto the canvas long enough for A.C. to leap up and catch him with a hard kick in his back on the way up. The shock sends Zero down on the canvas long enough for Evans to set himself up for the FILE 13! As he reaches down for Jay, he has no idea the depths Zero will go to win this match up. Though Evans has Zero EXACTLY where he needs him, but Jay isn’t going to go down that easy. Leaping up and “accidently” nailing Makabe by backing into him, Zero drops down and gives Evans a low blow that absolutely staggers him. Making sure that his opponent will be down for the count, Zero rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and quickly returns with it. One chair shot later, Evans is down and Jay rests atop of him. Now it is only a matter of getting Makabe to revive himself. After a half a minute he stirs, and as he does so, Evans is robbed of once certain victory. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: JAY ZERO!
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