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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:31:31 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown July 17th 2008
Schedule of Match: ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Henry McKaye vs. Chris Chase
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Dan White vs. Gooner – No Holds Barred
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Kudo Yasuda vs. Jonny Hughes
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Thunderkiss vs. Scott Andrews
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Top Draw vs. Fallen Souls and Danny Mainer
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:32:19 GMT -5
Segment: Time for Some Role Reversal... (Credit: FSX)
Despite a delay in the inevitable, does that really change a thing? Does it make things more good or bad in circumstance, or does it really just put a standstill of unease on those awaiting it? One might say one or the other, but do they ever truly know? Probably not. In fact, at the first delay of the inevitable there are some that will go out of their way to make sure that it is continuously delayed until no one remembers what stupid idea they had concocted that is placing them in such an uneasy situation. Those people are what we call Escapists, and many would believe that ACW's current World Champion is one of them. He's escaped controversy so far by laying relatively low, and he's escaped the threat of defenders by clinging to clauses in his contract...but he can't escape everything forever.
FSX: So the time has finally come, right? I guess there was no avoiding it...
Perhaps one could show a bit of sympathy to Fallen as he makes a march that many have feared having to make themselves over the years, slowly walking through the backstage area with his head hanging in shame. It's not as if he's walking to his funeral, but he clearly regrets the decisions he's made so far as champion. Engaging himself so intently on taunting and teasing a proven contender, well announcing that everyone and anyone is now considered a contender? Not a good first week... But he seemed to proud of these decisions earlier on that many may wonder if this is really what was bothering him...After all, Fallen did love to mislead people.
FSX: I never thought this would be something I had to deal with in my career, and I'd always hoped that somehow...just somehow...someone else would have to bare this curse. But as champion I suppose I have no choice..it must be done!
Not exactly what you'd expect one to say prior to unveiling the details of his World Title Contendership, would you? In fact, this is the clearest hint thus far that something else is going on here. But would could be so unbearable and horrific to the champion? Perhaps he has to go and defeat mutated turtles in order to take back the sewers of New York for the other mutants? Or perhaps he's painstakingly been cast in the new Ghostbusters videogame after his recent antics! Mr. Soul Puft they'd call him....It's every kids dream to become a giant marshmallow, but Fallen's a man now!!! He does manly things, and that doesn't involve childhood dreams!!! So what is he actually up too? Bursting through a convenient door, we all find out!!
FSX: Alright, I'm here! I've held up my end of the bargain! Now when can I leave? This place scares the hell out of me, and I can't help but feel contaminated by all the sickness it gives me!
Woman: Well, that is a bit rude...oh! Are you in character or something? That's just fabulous! A true thespian, remaining so for the children!
Shaking his head slowly, Fallen really wasn't sure what to say to such a comment. He couldn't really denounce children now, could he...? No...that would be a rather bad move on his part. Simply smiling and dealing with the shame he would likely feel now and forever for doing such a thing for charity, Fallen would wave to the evidently dieing children as he made his way into the room, seeming just a bit paranoid as they all rushed toward him. Germs....so many germs...
FSX: Well, if it isn't my favorite base of fans! The ones that never have to deal with a sudden change in my personality, and only love me for me!
Sickly Boy #1: What do you mean by that, Mister Souls? Are you becoming a bad guy again?
Sickly Boy #6: He should! He could team up with BK and Jake Cheng! Isn't Jake Cheng pretty? I think he's pretty. Don't you think he's pretty, Mister Souls?
Thus the awkward conversation with a group of ill children would live on in infamy as the moment that Fallen's inner child died. It wasn't the beautiful experience that many had always told him it would be, but rather a horrifying experience. Why did these children want him to say that Jake was some kind of sex machine?! Why Jake of all people anyway? Isn't there anyone more ridiculous for these children to hit on? Perhaps they want Thunder Train to burst out of a Cake and rub it over.....Nearly crying out in horror at the image that suddenly infiltrated his head, Fallen would shake it repeatedly as he looked for something to ram it against.
FSX: SO WRONG!!! THAT IS SO FUCKING WRONG!!! AHHHHH!!
Woman: Watch your language!! These kids are known to imitate their idols!
FSX: SHUT UP!! How did you even convince me to do this?! I don't like children! Especially sick ones! There weird and have crazy homo-erotic tendencies! Not that there is anything wrong with that...but it's still weird!
Shuddering and shaking just a bit as the images wouldn't leave his head, Fallen quickly rushed to the nearest wall and considered bashing his face into it. That would make the images go away!!! But just as he was about too..he would take immediate notice that the Woman running this event was right in a way. The children did seem eager to do what he did. He couldn't be responsible for them committing suicide or anything like that...it just wouldn't work out.
FSX: Ahh....I'll let them die the old fashioned way..
Sickly Girl #1: We won't necessarily die...I mean...we have a chance of recovery.
FSX: What? But....this damn woman told me you all had moments to live!! That's why I had to take time from my busy schedule to be here during the show!! I have other things that I have to do! I have to go and get the Soul Sweepstakes under way!!
Looking around frantically for a moment to find the woman that had tricked him into making such an appearance, the moment that he locked his eyes on her he took note that she started running. Probably not the best idea if your trying to prove your innocence or something like it. Groaning softly as he didn't really feel up for chasing down and beating a woman at the moment, he simply draped the title back over his arm as the children stared to him in awe for a moment. They weren't really that bad...at least they were honest.
FSX: I've got to get going, guys... I have to find Ginger before the end of the night, so that my plans can finally be unraveled! So that the world will get the opportunity that they always deserved!
Sickly Boy #2: Does that happen to involve you ranting alot and taunting Ginger for the mistakes he made a few weeks ago?
FSX: For you, Timmy..? I'll have him in the fetal position crying over the mistakes he's made!!!
Smiling for a moment and giving a thumbs up in slow motion, one might thing that this was a picture perfect way to end the scene. Promising the make the dreams of children come true as he makes his vision a reality? Everything was going right for Fallen, and nothing could be more beautiful then this!! Unfortunately the camera isn't able to fade out successfully before 'Timmy' ruins this for everyone.
Sickly Boy #2: My name is actually Bob...
FSX: ...Yeah....I'm going to leave now. Have fun with your illness.
Simply waving this time and simply making his way out of the room, Fallen wouldn't take a moment to think that he was leaving these children with no supervision. Why should he? That's not his problem, after all! He had to find the Chairman of the company and announce his plans to the world, thus becoming a hero to everyone in the backstage area! What could be better at a time like this..?
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:33:30 GMT -5
“Divinity” Credit: Nick Durden, Thunderkiss For yet another night, Nick Durden has fallen asleep in front of his TV. Such has been the doldrums of his existence for a while now. Just once, he pined for the days of adventure that were now seemingly long gone. Well, Nicky boy, perhaps you’ll learn very soon that it is wise to be careful of what you wish for.
Suddenly, the TV shuts off. Peculiar indeed, considering no visible life form is remotely close to the off button on either the remote or the set itself. The black screen is soon replaced by static. The buzz of the snow starts off completely silent but gradually ascends into a greater level of din, coaxing Nick from his slumber.
When he wakes up, he immediately senses something is amiss. It’s like when your phone rings at midnight but immediately stops right as you reach for the receiver. He first interprets the static on his TV as nothing more than lost satellite reception. He presses down on the off button of his remote, but that is to no effect. He pushes several more times, and still nothing. The batteries in the remote must be out. Still fairly strange, seeing as how he had just replaced them yesterday...
Nick rises from his seat and moves over to the set itself, now trying the power button there, but still, the TV continues to roar with life.
He then tries the manliest technique he could think of: that tried and true maneuver which involved smacking the disobedient piece of machinery a few times in hopes of “shaking out the kinks.” You can just imagine how much good that’s doing him now.
Then without warning, a blindingly effulgent flash bursts forth from the set, nearly knocking him back and off his feet. The entire room is engulfed with this heavenly glimmer. He shields his eyes for a second until they adjust. When he can manage to gaze upon the screen once more, he is greeted by an image that should be familiar to our ACW fans now.Nick: What in the... [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: NICHOLAS CHRISTOPHER DURDEN.[/glow] Fear and awe nearly immobilize Nick’s voice. He can hardly manage to get the following words out.Nick: Y-y-yes? [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: I am the one called Xio’Zel. A harbinger of the one true Divine Justice. I come to you now to seek your aid in fulfilling the will of the One Almighty God.[/glow] Nick: Wh-what? I haven’t even been to church in 10 years, and you want me to do WHAT? [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: We must act quickly, young Nicholas. The man you knew as Aiden Joseph is a man no longer. He has become a monster, his soul warped and twisted by grief and wrath. That which makes his human is slipping away with every passing moment. Eventually, there will be nothing left, only a shell in which the demon Jashin can reside, posing as an earth-dweller so that he may more proficiently continue his corruption of the human race.[/glow] Nick: Wait, WHAT has happened to AJ? [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: He has been corrupted by his own mistakes. All you need to know is that with every breath the creature known as Thunderkiss takes, he is driving the world toward total a sudden and total apocalypse. The scourge must be wiped clean from the planet if mankind is to survive.[/glow] Nick: Okay, this is just nuts. Even if I were cuckoo enough to believe this fairy tale-- [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: Whether or not you believe will not change the fate of the world. Thunderkiss and Jashin will continue their reign of calamity regardless of whether or not you choose to acknowledge it. You are one of the few who have ever actually witnessed his dastardly deeds firsthand and lived to tell the tale. You remember what you saw in the dank streets of Los Angeles not a few days ago.[/glow] Nick’s mind immediately races back to that fateful night in L.A. The man snatching out that poor bystander’s tongue certainly didn’t remind him of any Aiden Joseph that Nick ever knew.[glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: This new monstrosity posing as Aiden Joseph is as real as can possibly be. With each passing day more will come to know just how real he is and it won’t be long before his wrath will extend beyond simple random strangers.[/glow] The image on the screen quickly cuts to a shot of none other than Renix Williams herself. A slight bulge juts out from her stomach. It doesn’t take Nick long to put two and two together.Nick: She’s... [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: Yes, Nicholas. Will you now stand by idly, covering your eyes at a painfully obvious truth? Will you choose to run from this terror and extend your own lifespan by a few days, all at the cost of the entirety of mankind, including the woman you love and your child?[/glow] A flurry of emotions and thoughts inundated Nick’s consciousness. His synapses are firing on all-out overdrive.[glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: Be a hero...or be history. The choice is yours, Nicholas.[/glow] The only one more evil than the villain is the one who lets the villain escape. Once the tidal wave of jitters and uncertainties washes over him, it becomes obvious to Nick what must be done.Nick: What must I do? [glow=blue,2,300] Xio’Zel: Come into the Light...[/glow] Nick raises his hand in thorough trepidation, inching it closer and closer to the Light of the TV screen...
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:34:28 GMT -5
Segment: A BK London approved debut (Credit: Chris Chase)
The scene opens up outside of the Divine Heresy locker room, more specifically, right outside of the mahogany door which leads to the room. As the camera pans out, we see Kevin "the Scoop" Anderson, wearing a navy blue blazer and a sky blue shirt with a pair of dark blue slacks. He has a microphone in his hand, ready to interview one of the members of Divine Heresy. Kevin knocks on the door repeatedly, and it is abruptly opened by the Muscle of Divine Heresy, Chris Chase. He has a fierce look in his eyes as he looks at Kevin Anderson, who seems to be frightened by the stature of Chris. Kevin continues to stand their in shock as Chris is not amused at all.
Chris Chase: Who the hell are you?
Kevin Anderson is still shaking in his boots as he tries to respond to Chris, without making himself look like an ass.
Kevin Anderson: I-I'm Ke-Kev-Kevin Anderson, one of the inte-interviewers for ACW. I was wo-wond-wondering if I could have an interview with you?
Chris Chase: Wait, you're the Kevin Anderson that everyone hates around here?
Kevin Anderson: Uh, yeah, that's me.
Chris Chase: Well then, you better make the interview quick unless you want to get your back broken into two.
Kevin Anderson quickly stands upright, anxious to get the information he needs from Chris Chase without getting broken into two pieces.
Kevin Anderson: A couple of weeks ago, you made your surprising debut in ACW by interfering in the match between Jason Freeman and Jake Steele. You helped Jake become the number 1 contender for the International Championship before aligning yourself with Jake Steele and Silencio to become Divine Heresy. Why did you do this?
Chris Chase: The answer is simple Kevin. I teamed up with the "One Man Dynasty" Jake Steele because he is one of the fastest rising superstars in ACW and a force to be reckoned with. And with "Humanity's Last Hope" Silencio on our side, we will prove to ACW why we are the Impact Players. We will prove why the Senatorial Stable and the Maine Event don't even hold a candle to us. Soon enough, it will be Divine Heresy running the show on ACW and everyone else won't be surprised because they knew that this would happen, they knew that Divine Heresy was the greatest thing to hit ACW.
Kevin Anderson: Strong words from a strong man. Now, tell me, are you anxious to make your debut in ACW, a federation that is recognized around the world?
Chris Chase: You could say that I'm anxious to make my debut. This has been a while in the making and now I'm ready, ready to prove that I am among the best wrestlers in the world, without a doubt.
Kevin Anderson: It seems like you won't have to wait long for your first match as your official debut will be this Thursday on Meltdown against another new addition to the ACW roster, the "God of War" Henry McKaye.
Chris Chase turns his head to stare a hole through Kevin Anderson, who appears not to see Chris, looking at him. After a few moments of staring a hole through Kevin Anderson, Chris resumes speaking.
Chris Chase: First of all, I know I am making my debut this Thursday, I don't need some jackass reminding me. Secondly, this Thursday will be the beginning of many matches in the ACW for me, and I know I'm going to start off strong. I've seen McKaye around, I know what he's like. A guy who thinks he's the best around, and as he likes to put it, he's someone who "dominates the championship ranks, destroy his competition physically and mentally." It looks like I'm going to be the one exception to that rule, 'cause I've seen a lot worse then someone who calls himself the "God of War." He i-
Kevin Anderson: Umm, you do know that he is a veteran of the independent circuit and was feared in Europe?
Chris Chase: I wasn't done speaking, and once again, you prove why you're a jackass. I know that he is apparently feared in Europe, but that doesn't matter. I was feared in prison, I was undefeated in all of my fights and to simply put it, I decimated everyone who tried to fight me. But that's in the past, and in the near future I have a surprise for Henry. It wi-
Kevin Anderson: What would that be? Will it be a good surprise or bad?
Chris Chase turns his head once again to stare at Kevin Anderson, who sees Chris staring at him. Kevin is taken aback as Chris starts speaking again.
Chris Chase: You do that one more time, I guarantee that you will be rolling around in a wheelchair for the rest of your life, unable to conduct anymore pathetic interviews. Anyway, to continue what I was saying, this Thursday, I have a surprise for Henry, something he hasn't experienced before, a beating courtesy of Chris Chase. This will not only be a statement to McKaye, but to everyone in ACW as well, it's a warning to show that I mean business. I didn't come here to lolly-gag and prance around, I came here to win championships while providing a few beatings along the way, and Henry McKaye, you will be the first victim, like it or not.
The scene fades as Chris Chase disappears into his locker room before Kevin "the Scoop" Anderson can end the interview. Kevin has a surprised look on his face, as he continues to stand in front of the Divine Heresy locker room. Kevin, and all of the fans have one question on their mind, will Chris Chase be able to live up to his promise? Will he defeat the "God of War" Henry McKaye, or will Chris just be another victim for Henry? Find out this Thursday on Meltdown!
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:35:51 GMT -5
Saved Thunderkiss Segment
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:37:47 GMT -5
Segment: The Journey Part One-The Taylor Brawl Credit: Wayde Russeller
The camera is in the back at the locker room door of none other than Wayde Russeller. He is sitting in his chair, a couple bandages still left on from his brawl one week ago with Chris Cooley. "The Cowboy" who is trying to run him out of ACW. Last Monday, he and Cooley were suspended for their brawl but now tonight they were back and Wayde had every intention of finding out what was going through Cooley's head last week. But that is not what is going through Wayde's head right now. Right now he ponders his past, and how much it would suck to fail. To have everything he worked for ripped from under him. That was not an option. He would reach the end of his journey. In his head he looks back to where it began......
He was standing at the gate waiting for his music to come on so he could come out to his adoring fans. Little did they know, he was not ACTING drunk, he was drunk. For weeks now, in the back, Jon Taylor had been running his mouth. News of this had spread to the ACW fans and management saw a chance for a monster ratings match by pitting the two men who really hate each other against one another. Early today Wayde was told he would lose the match as they thought it would help give Taylor the push they were trying to get for him. A couple of shots later, Wayde was stumbling and going to fight the match. Wayde distinctly remembers several botched moves and missed attempts due to his condition and the match seemed to go by quick. As he got up and exited he stumbled his way to back where Jon Taylor was wiping sweat and talking to ACW management.
Taylor: Thank God that is over and I will never have to wrestler the "Never Will Be" again. He is a waste, cut him.
Wayde heard these comments and snapped.
Wayde: You loud mouth piece of shit!!
He ran at Taylor and started punching him in the face breaking Taylors nose and causing it to bleed. When he started choking him and Taylors face turned purple, everyone jumped in to break it up. Finally able to break it off the Vice President of the company approached Wayde.
VP: I had heard rumors you were coming out drunk but I didn't believe it till just now. You have let down our fans and this locker room. What do you have to say for yourself??
Wayde: What do I have to say...FUCK them, FUCK Taylor, and FUCK YOU. I don't need this bullshit in my life.
VP: Well Wayde, then I have no choice but to fire you. As of this moment you are terminated. If you at some point rehabilitate yourself then give me a call. Until then I will I have security escort you off the premises.
As security grabbed Wayde and headed toward the exit, he realized what he had just done. If he wanted to get back in wrestling he would have to do it now and do it quick, before his shot was gone.......
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:39:10 GMT -5
Title: A Spot In DH Credit: A.C. Evans / Jake Steele
Jake Steele appears backstage wearing a grin on his face. He has a large stack of money in his hands. His chrome rings and chains glisten as he smirks. He removes his sunglasses as he walks down the corridor. He places his sunglasses in his suit pocket and continues to walk until he sees a figure sitting on the ground. He stops in front of him and looks at the man. It's A.C. Evans.
Jake Steele: Why da' fuck you on da' ground son?
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Does it really matter? Piss off, Steele.
Jake Steele: Ayo you need to chill... but ya' know what? I know exactly why you pissed. You envious. You envy the power I got, and the money I have in my possession. You jus' mad dat' my stacks are big as hell, and you can't live up to me. But it's aight tho', you can stay here and think about bein' paid in full.
A.C. Evans rises to his feet, looking a bit pissed. He clears this throat.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Maybe you didn't hear me correctly. I said..piss...off...
Evans look a bit angry now as Steel just grins. He continues to flaunt his money in front of Evans.
Jake Steele: Check it my nigga, it's about to go like dis'. You, me, Silencio, Chris Chase, Divine Heresy. We'll be da' hottest niggas on da' block ya dig? Plus if you worried about money, I got you my nigga...
Evans says nothing, actually. His actions speak louder than any words could have. He quickly jumps at Jake Steele and levels him with a right hand. The two engage in a scuffle which leaves Jake Steele on the ground. Steele gets up on his feet and defends himself, slugging Evans across the face with a hard left. Evans grabs him and throws him against the wall as ACW officials soon pull Evans off of him. Knowing he's had enough, Steele slips out of camera view with Evans being detained.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Your money means nothing to me, Steele!
The scene fades to black...
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:40:14 GMT -5
Saved Mainer Segment
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:41:22 GMT -5
Match 1: Henry McKaye vs. Chris Chase (Credit: BK London)
It wasn't exactly the debut that McKaye was looking forward to, but he knew that with a win over this big man - it could cement him as a superstar to be on the look out for in the near future. Chase is making his debut as well in this match, and he knows that if he wins this match - there's going to be plenty of more accolades to come in his future. Chase starts out this match using the powergame, as right out from the box he Gorilla Presses the God of War. McKaye is thrown down, and he hits the canvas back first - which can't be a good feeling. Waiting until he rises up, Chase now runs off the ropes and attempts his Security Break - a good ol' Axe Bomber, but McKaye ducks under the attempt. Chase turns around, and is subjected to several kicks to the hamstring which begins to bring the big man down. As Chase is down on one knee, he pushes McKaye away - but McKaye bounces off the ropes and scores with a big boot to the face of Chase. Chase is knocked for a loop a bit, but he doesn't quite fall down to the mat. McKaye bounces off the ropes to score with another offensive manuever, but Chase rises up and grabs him by the throat.
With the two handed chokelift, he throws McKaye into the turnbuckle with ease - putting the newcomer in a world of hurt. Chase now races forward and crushes McKaye with a body avalanche in the corner. The breath has quickly ran out the lungs of McKaye, and it looks all over as Chase hoists him up on his shoulder. Looking for the Straight Outa' Compton, Chase runs forward but McKaye slips off his shoulders. The leg clip brings Chase back down to one knee, and a dropkick to the back of the head sends Chase face first down to the mat. An Arabian Style Springboard Moonsault follows, with McKaye landing on the back of Chase's head before rolling his huge girth over for the cover. Chase manages to kick out, but McKaye goes right back to work on the big man with several stomps to the ribs and lower back. Eventually Chase rises back up, and he floors McKaye with a big boot. Signalling for the Life Sentence, in what can be described as Abyss' Black Hole Slam, he whips McKaye into the ropes. McKaye comes off the ropes and as Chase attempts the life sentence, McKaye manages to counter it into a Crucifix Pin and keeps the big man down long enough for the 3.
Winner: Henry McKaye
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:44:54 GMT -5
Segment: Lazy Piece of... Credit: Zero / Steele
Returning from commercial break the scene livens up to find ourselves planted backstage in the locker room of Jay Zero. A normal, white walled room with a couch lined up against the wall and a lot of open space. At the moment, Zero is in the middle of a work out session in the privacy of his own locker room and is doing a set of push ups.
Zero *Scattered and muttered through his breathing* :: --Seventeen ...... Eighteen ..... Nineteen. [/color]
Just then the door of the locker room swings open and plenty of light from the backstage area sweeps in, momentarily blinding the eyes of the unsuspecting Zero.
Zero :: Gah! [/color]
Zero pushes himself up to his knees and shields his eyes for a moment before they can adjust. Just as they do, the door closes and he sees Jake Steele standing before him.
Steele: What up yo?
Zero :: Uhh, what the hell do you want? This is a private locker room! [/color]
Steele: Yeah whateva' nigga. Look, I need you to handle somethin' fo' me.
Zero :: Oh? [/color]
Zero pushes himself up to his feet.
Steele: Oh what nigga? I just said I need you to handle somethin'.
Zero :: Well what can the ever so mighty Jay Zero do for you? [/color]
He walks over and grabs a towel, gently patting it on his face.
Steele: See, I got this little pest, who doesn't know when ta' sit back and take a offer. Instead he went against my word, and nobody goes against my word.
Zero nods.
Steele: Earlia', I tried ta' get A.C. Evans to do da' smart thing, and join my stable... Divine Heresy. But he did somethin' no man eva' does to me and gets away wit'... he slapped me in my face!
Zero :: Yeah. So? You smack him back. [/color]
Steele: Nah, nah. If dis' was some regula' wrestler, I wouldn't let dat' shit slide... but I see potential in Evans, and I need him to join with me, ya dig?
Zero :: Yeah well good luck with that, I'll pass. [/color]
Steele: Now hold on, a goddamn, second! I got plans, nigga BIG PLANS... and I plan to ask him again, but Im'ma need you fo' somethin'.
Zero :: Yeah - Yeah go on. [/color]
Steele: See, I been watchin' you. In a non stalka' way of course, and I saw how you handled Evans in the ring lately. It was aight.
Zero :: What can I say? Jay Zero is a pretty impressive guy! [/color]
Steele: Whateva. I need you on dis' meetin' I plan to have ... and if Evans says no again, then you hit em with da' dougie.
Zero squints his eyes while looking at Steele. Jake gives him a second to think about it.
Steele: Stop trying to use telekinesis on me, dat' shit nevah' works. Plus, think of dis' as uhhh... protection! Just a little assitance...
Zero :: Okay, let me get this straight. You barge in here, without even knocking and then next you ask me to randomly beat down that little punk A.C. Evans again? [/color]
Steele: I nevah' said randomly muthafucka.
Zero :: But only this time -- I'm doing it for nothing? Pft, at least the last two times I threw that sorry son of a bitch around he saw it coming, and I got two victories out of it! This time! Heh! I get zilch! [/color]
Steele: What?! No, You-
Zero *Interrupting* :: So Jake Steele, thanks but no thanks! You're going to have to go find somebody else to do-- [/color]
Steele *Interrupting*: Now listen nigga! You gonna stop interruptin' me when I'm tryin' to get yo' ass ta' listen'!
Zero looks back around at Steele.
Steele: In my pocket, I got fi' hundred dollahs! You do dis' for me, and it's yours... aight?
Zero :: Five Hundred Dollars? [/color]
Zero looks at Steele who pulls out three bills. Two one hundreds, and one fifty.
Steele: You get half now... half later. After it's done, you get the rest, understand?
Zero stares down at the cash that Steele has offered right before him... Will he take the money and help Jake out? Or will the good inside him tell him it's wrong?
The scene begins to fade out.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:45:38 GMT -5
Segment: Barracuda (Credit: Whitesnake)
The scene opens up, and we're greeted to the tag team champions, Rattlesnake and Dan White in their casual clothing. They're both sat down at the nearby bar, drinking a couple of cold ones, The tag titles are resting on their table, as Snake opens his mouth.
Snake: I've never been to this bar before. Looks a lot different to the one most of the ACW goes to.
Snake's right. The place is a lot darker, and pretty grungy. Think of Moe's from the Simpsons and you wouldn't be far off from a correct description.
Dan: Yup, but I'm not allowed back at the other place.
Snake: How come? Chop block a bar staff member? Get someone pregnant? Set a table on fire?
Dan: Nah, but my tab is so high that even my paycheck times three wouldn't cover things. It's crazy shit, like.
Snake: Christ, dude. You must get through a lot of alcohol.
Snake thinks for a second. Paycheck times three? Can't be that much really.
Dan: Yeah, but meh, who cares? There's plenty of bars in the sea.
Snake: You got your metaphors mixed up, dude. It's supposed to be fish and that deals with women. But whatever. We gotta talk about the competition. It's supposedly heating up and we might have to actually work to keep these belts. I mean there are teams like the Dynasty, G-Unit, 2012, and Top Draw who are all going to want their names on these belts and we have to make sure that we hold each and every one of them down.
Dan: Eh, that's easy crack, man. Those first three teams are overrated, and we practically kicked their arses in the tournament. BK's a washed up crackhead, and Jake....well, Jake is Jake. I mean if it weren't for him, we would have won last week.
Snake: True, but we just have to watch our tracks. I mean I have an International Title shot too and I have every intention of becoming a double champion. It's part of my destiny.
Dan: Yeah, true that. But Mainer's a tough cookie. He beat me. Well, Jake...again. Anyways, you got the time?
Snake: I can beat anyone out in that ring if I wanted to.
He checks his watch
Snake: 9:30, why?
Dan: Aww shite, man. I have a match to get ready for!
Snake: You moron!
Dan: Look, I gotta run. I'll see you later.
Dan grabs his title, and makes a rush for the door. Snake nods him away, and turns around, to see a barman standing next to him.
Snake: The hell do you want?
Barman: I'm assuming you're picking up his tab. He's racked up $112 in the last week or so, and I ain't lettin' him get away this time. And you're his mate, and I'm assumin' you gots money to spend if you're flashing your little titles around like that.
Snake glares at the man for a moment, but resigns to his wallet, muttering under his breath.
Snake: That sneaky son of a bitch. He knew this would happen. That's why he came here. I'm so going to get him for this.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:46:54 GMT -5
Segment: Russo gets, what Russo wants (Credit: BK London)
Upon returning to the backstage area, we get a glimpse of the ongoings in the office of Chairman GIngerdude. Rather than filing the necessary paperwork that always seems to fill his schedule, he seems to be talking on the phone to a possible client. Before he can finish the conversation however, he's interrupted by a most unwelcome set of guests.
??: We're here for our answer.
Looking up, Chairman Gingerdude is witnessing the same sight from Monday Night on Warfare. Looking back at him is the agent of BK London, Stephan Russo - accompanied by his crack team of lawyers. Seeing that he has an important matter to deal with, he ends his phone call quite abruptly for this impromptu meeting.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...I'll have to call you right back.
With that, Gingerdude hangs up the phone and now his full undivided attention is on Stephan Russo. Gingerdude rises up from behind his wooden oak table and stares into the eyes of his advesary.
Stephan Russo: Well, what's it going to be?
Chairman Gingerdude: ..so you really want your answer, huh?
Stephan Russo: I have no time for small talk Gingerdude, I need - no - I WANT an answer now.
Chairman Gingerdude: I see you've brought your lawyers around, so you're really going to go through with this lawsuit if I pick the wrong choice.
Stephan Russo: I'm entirely ready to go forward with it, I have the necessary paperwork set up and all I need to do is sign it. Now please, tell me your answer!
Gingerdude peaks behind Stephan Russo to get a glance of his lawyer team. Two white males, both wearing glasses and could possibly be jewish. The third member of the team is a black woman, and they're all attired in the finest linen as Russo is.
Chairman Gingerdude: ...am I supposed to be scared of your yes men?
Lawyer 1, 2, &3: Yes.
Chairman Gingerdude: Well, in that case - you have the meeting scheduled next Monday on Warfare with the Board of Directors.
Russo laughs to himself.
Stephan Russo: So, you actually caved huh? I knew you wouldn't be STUPID enough to have ACW go through a lawsuit, especially at a prosperous time like this for the company. So predictable..
Chairman Gingerdude: That's not why I did it...
Russo is quite perplexed.
Stephan Russo: Explain yourself.
Chairman Gingerdude: I did it to see you fall flat on your face in front of the finest minds behind ACW. You think with your track record you'll be able to convince them that you're suitable to take over ACW? GFWWE failed because of you Russo, and your plan will fail again...
Stephan Russo: You're too confident in yourself. I've been planning this way too long to mess up again, see you on Monday.
With a snap of his fingers, the lawyers of Russo parts like the red sea and the former GFWWE owner passes right through them and to the exit. The lawyers follow shortly behind, and the segment fades out with that.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:48:10 GMT -5
Saved Thunderkiss Segment
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:48:35 GMT -5
Segment: Unfinished Legacy (Credit: Kudo, Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Kudo Yasuda is seen in the Dwight Gym, throwing alternating roundhouse kicks into the heavy bag, as Dean Bardo looks on.
Bardo: Good. Kick faster. Throw to the head now. Good.
Kudo, without warning, throws a lightning Yakuza Knee to the pad, rolling back off impact, waving to Bardo as he stands up.
Kudo: Still got it...Hey, that's enough for now, I've got to get going here.
At that moment, the door to Dwight's office slams shut, as the ACW Head Trainer, and Senator Steve Phillips both exit, jawing away as they leave.
Tim Dwight: But really, is that true? You can't possibly be right on that...
The Senator: Oh, but it is. And that is only the beginning of the truth on that matter.
Dwight: Seriously, I can't see that. Obama can't possibly...
Senator: Well, well, well, Mr. Kudo Yasuda! Long time, no see around these parts, sir.
Dwight: If you'll excuse me, I have a new recruit to go talk to, so have fun conversating, there. Dean, go check on the guys over in the weight room, and close things out when you're all done, too.
Bardo: Sure.
Senator: Will do. So there, Mr. Yasuda, working out here, are we?
Kudo: You lose to your rivals a couple of weeks in a row and you get a little extra motivation. So yeah, I'm working out here. I have to step things up again, but that's no problem. Looks to me like you're still losing at Omega Effect in spectacular fashion, I see.
Senator: Hmph, if I was healthy...it would have turned out the same way, I keep running into the stubbornest of opponents around here, but at the same time, I would not have it any other way.
Kudo: Dan White, though? Man, you're slipping worse than I have, but being old like that, I suppose you deteriorate quicker...don't get me wrong though, I still respect the hell out of you for what you're still capable of.
Senator: Well, it is quite, ahem, taxing, on the ol' body to remain in constant top level competiton, fighting through major injury, fighting through the pain, traveling back and forth from Washington, to Illinois, to here, always giving the fans 110%. Now, that reminds me of something I always wanted to tell you.
Kudo: What's that?
Senator: Ever since you defeated me way back at Omega Effect II, I felt that you were destined for ACW greatness, that you were the type of man who would inevitably win the ACW World Heavyweight Title, and not even stop there, but end up remolding it in your R-3 image, and change ACW as a whole according to your unflinching ideals. Alas, Kudo Yasuda, as incredibly skilled and talented as he is, is best described, in his native tongue, as nothing more than what they call, ronin.
Kudo: Ronin? I don't think I like being called that.
Senator: The truth hurts, does it not? You could have remained here in ACW, thrilling the best fans in the world, earning a fine paycheck, but that ronin spirit in you would not allow it. Instead, you traveled the globe at your own will, starting upstart groups here and there, working for every single independant group in existance, taking on all challengers, but never sticking around anywhere for too long, lest you be tied down, shackled to a destiny you could not control with your two feet.
Kudo: What I did was make a name for myself around the world, facing off against the underpaid, hardest working competitors in the industry. If you want to criticize that, then let's not forget that you went off to Fallout for a little while to help them out. Let's not forget that you retired for a few weeks...every other month. You're old, but don't you forget that. But that's fine, so long as you keep to your business, I'll stay with mine.
Senator: You do realize that what I am saying is that while you are a big name in ACW history, you could have been THE name! You could have been the defining jewel in ACW's crown, the shining North Star in our constellation, but instead, you were too lazy to stick things out! Whenever you plateau, and find it harder to make gains, you take off, and that, that, my friend, is the true reason behind your ronin ways!
Kudo: Phillips-san, you could not be more wrong. You sure are itching for a fight right now, aren't you? Just last week, you tick off Red, your whole Stable is at each other's throats, and now you want to accuse me of slacking off? Maybe Dan knocked the sense out of you or something, but that's not the levelheaded Steve Phillips that everyone likes to mention...if he ever existed to begin with.
And with that, Kudo turns around, without another word, and heads back to the Gym's locker room. Phillips, for his part, shrugs his shoulders, as he heads off, having potentially started yet another conflict.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 15:50:50 GMT -5
Title: An Offer Credit: Henry McKaye / A.C. Evans
[As Meltdown returns from commercial, the camera cuts backstage to a rather somber AC Evans sitting back in his locker room. He wouldn’t stay alone much longer before his locker room door swung open and the “God of War” Henry McKaye swaggered into the room. Before Evans could get so much as a “what the hell are you doing here?” out, Henry stood over him with a large grin on his face and his arms crossed.]
McKaye:[/color] My, oh my… if it isn’t the marvelous AC Evans! It’s been a good length of time since I’ve seen someone fail to make good on as many guarantees that you have, Mr. Evans. I mean you lose two straight to a over-glorified pretty boy named Zero and, hey, weren’t you the guy who couldn’t get off the tracks before the Thundertrain mauled your ass down?
[Evans obviously wasn’t going to take such blatant disrespect in his own locker room sitting. In an instant, the smaller, but faster, wrestler was on his feet with his fists balled up prepared for a fight. Henry was still in his ring garb from his match earlier in the night, but that didn‘t make a difference to a street-clothes wearing Evans.]
A.C. EVANS:[/color] Hardly. I've made good on all of my promises. The victories have all been stolen from me. Each and every match I've lost..the victory was a cheap one. You know that as does the rest of this place. Now, if I have to prove it to you...So be it.
[Henry didn’t flinch, but continued smiling as he uncrossed his arms and held them up in a no threatening manner. Evans had heard of Henry‘s reputation on the independent circuit and knew of his love of backstage assaults, so naturally the “Lost Soul“ also stayed in a defensive stance in case Henry McKaye was looking to make a name off of AC Evans. Still with that small smile on his face, Henry broke the silence by gesturing to the bench in front of him.]
McKaye:[/color] Ah, good, I have your attention now! I’m not here to pick a fight with you, AC. No, in fact, I have an offer for you. Please, take a seat.
[Henry went ahead to take a seat on an empty bench first to leave himself open for attack to show Evans that he had no intent of anything but talking. With his hands folded in his lap, Henry waited for Evans to cautiously take a seat on a bench that was perpendicular to him.]
A.C EVANS:[/color] A deal? Go on..
McKaye:[/color] AC, no one here “gets” you like I know I have the ability to. To them, you’re some scrappy kid with a goth gimmick, but I think we both know that there is a lot more to you than a bleached haircut and flowery words. In fact, I’d go as far to say that you have a tyrant in there hungry for all the things that have been denied to you your entire life: recognition… power… a world title belt. You have the potential inside of you to do all of those, but let’s be honest… you’re going nowhere fast. That “tried and true” method of working your way up the ladder hasn’t gotten you anywhere yet, has it? Lets be honest, some guys are fighting for titles, but you’re still fighting to grab the crowd’s attention each week so that they’ll remember your name the next time ACW comes to that venue.
[AC stirred in his seat, obviously not crazy about being reminded of his recent failures and frustrations in ACW. Henry acknowledged these slight rumblings by giving Evans an opportunity to say what was on his mind.]
A.C EVANS:[/color] Power? A title? How do you plan on giving me these things? What are you going to do about this?
McKaye:[/color] As you may know, AC, I’m in the war business and business has been very financially pleasant lately. One aspect of my brand of business is building an army and, quite honestly, you remind me of an old protégé by the name of Ravage. Same anger, same disgruntled demeanor, hell you’d be a spitting image of him if you were paler! When Ravage came to me in Germany, he was in a similar predicament that you’re in: no one took him seriously… the competitors higher up on the food chain drove right through him every time he had an opportunity to face them… and he was sick of it. When he accepted a similar deal that was offered to him two years ago, I helped turn him into a true conqueror. He learned to focus his talents and butcher his opponents like a frog in a high school biology class. Soon he was campaigning for title shots and had a legitimate list of defeated opponents to his name. That’s enough about Ravage, though, I’m here to talk to AC Evans after all.
[Henry read Evans’ face and posture and seemed satisfied with what he saw. AC didn’t say much or fidget as much on the bench as he had earlier. So, Henry laid out the deal to him in simple, easy to understand terms to help the young athlete digest it.]
McKaye:[/color] Mr. Evans, I’m giving you a choice: stay where you are and possibly never recognize your full potential… or share another one of these talks with me down the line and take control of your own destiny. You can decide to take the long, hard road ahead… or I can teach you how to ascend the ranks as the monster you want to be. Power and dominance are in your grasp, Mr. Evans… do you acknowledge defeat and join my cause or do you continue to live and fight in ignorance? You have until Monday Night Warfare to give me your answer, don’t call us… we’ll call you.
[Henry didn’t give AC time to speak before he stood up and headed his way out of the locker room leaving the “Lost Soul” to ponder the choice left out in front of him.]
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