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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:11:02 GMT -5
Segment: Jessie and Julie
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After his match with TK, it was not whether he won or lost that was on his mind, but rather how stressed out he was. He needed to get away somewhere, and what better place to go and relax than Steele’s club; after all, last time he was there he had such a great time. He would have somewhere to rest his aching muscles without being alone watching late night television; he’d rather be out enjoying himself.
He sits at the bar, alone, waiting for someone to recognise him or talk to him with his glass of Jim Beam and Coke in hand. It isn’t long before his good looks get the attention of a very beautiful lady across the room. She winks at him, and he flirtatiously winks back. He feels the same feeling he felt when he was here last time; the sexual feelings of being flirted with by a stranger, and a hot one at that. The blonde woman stands and moves away from her group of friends to come over to Scott. He begins to get nervous.
Woman: Hi.
Scott: Hey.
Woman: My name’s Julie, what’s yours?
Scott: I’m Scott Andrews, I wrestle for ACW.
Woman: ACW? I’m sorry I never watch the wrestling. I’m sure you’re good though, what with that immaculate physique of yours, hehe.
Scott can sense the sexual tension in her. Her flirting only further increases his desire and lust. In the back of his mind he keeps telling himself that he is not here to cheat, but when women like this want to have sex with him, it’s a temptation sent from hell.
Scott: Why thank you. You’re not so bad looking yourself, haha.
The pair begin laughing and talking. Drinking and cuddling. And before Scott knows it he’s on the dance floor surrounded by beautiful women, making a Scott Sandwich with their bodies against his. The innuendo’s in the way they dance has Scott on edge. He’s drunk, but he knows what’s going on, and he’s torn between staying true to his lover or accepting an open invitation from these foxy, sexual ladies to fulfil his lustful desires. The alcohol keeps him dancing, and for now that’s all he’s prepared to do. The blonde woman from earlier grabs him by the shirt and dirty dances in front of him and entices him once more. Her tight, shapely curves rub against him and he can’t take it anymore. He turns and begins walking away. She follows him as he stumbles towards the door.
Woman: Where are you going? I wanna dance some more with you...and maybe take you home later. I’m sure you’re a great lover.
Bang. Correct. He is. But he has a commitment to stand by and he knows it, no matter how much they tempt him he knows deep down that it’s not worth it. He turns and leaves without saying a word. The woman looks disappointed, but when she spots another good looking gentleman she immediately forgets about Scott. Would Jessie? No. She is loyal and trustworthy. She actually cares about Scott and he knows this. He thinks about it all night long as he lies in his hotel bed dreaming of Jessie and Julie.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:12:14 GMT -5
Segment: Flawed Design (Credit: FSX)
Despite how solid and genius something may appear at first glance, more often then not there is a fatal flaw that goes unnoticed. Whether it simply be the incompetence of the individual executing the plan, or knowledge that there are others intent on not allowing things to operate with a simple ease, something will very often pop up to ruin an apparently perfect situation. The only problem is that these variables can never be thought of completely before hand, and you never know what might happen in the end. This shouldn't be a detour from making plans, however, as that is something of a necessity in reality. If you don't make any plans then the world sits in an uninteresting stand still...Besides, it's such fun to watch things fall apart.
Especially if the person suffering from all of this is Fallen Souls. If ratings are proof of anything it is that people love to watch Fallen fail to achieve his goals, and lie in horrible ruin as others can celebrate such a fact. It may be considered to be quite cruel and meaningless by some, but others find it awful hilarious. As Fallen has made it well known that he is going to have his opponent for Seven Deadly Sins decided in a fashion that isn't traditional in the slightest, one might be slightly worried that something will go wrong. What if someone completely undeserving was to somehow win this 'Sweepstakes'? That would create unnecessary problems...But such things can't be thought about. After all, he'll have to run this by Ginger first! There is no way our Chairman would give in to such a thing!
FSX: I'm amazed at his ability to hide. It's like I'm searching for some kind of lost treasure, it just can't be found! This is ridiculous!
Stopping for a brief moment to evidently wonder just where he had placed his Indiana Jones gear, he shook off the thought as he didn't want Ginger to attempt to rip his heart out. Sighing begrudgingly as he continued to trudge on aimlessly through the backstage area he failed to catch any sort of glimpse of Ginger anywhere, his search almost seeming to go in circles as the Chairman wasn't in any logical place...
FSX: But what can I really do about it? I mean, do I even need to run this by him? I can just have it happen regardless, and he'll have no choice but to accept it regardless. It's not as if he can just change the rules to my new contract, this is a part of it! All I really have to do now is announce the damn thing...who says he needs to be around for that?
Truly pondering for a moment just what he had said, Fallen slowly came to a stop. Just why did he have to hunt down Ginger if that was the case? The Chairman seemed more powerless of late then anytime in the past anyway, and it wasn't like pushing him over was going to do him anything..aside from giving him a cheap laugh, anyway. Slowly coming to a stop as it was such a waste of his own time to attempt to find the Chairman, he simply turned toward the camera and sighed softly. He'd just run over it all now and let that be the end of it.
FSX: That's good enough reason to stop this search...at this rate I was going to be exhausted before my match even started, and if I actually lost to those idiots? Ugh...they wouldn't shut the hell up...
Groaning softly as he quickly had detracted himself from the point of all this, he would rub gently to his temples as he tried to regain his focus on the matter at hand after a moment, giving a bit of a sly grin. This was such a wonderful plan in his eyes, after all...he couldn't wait for it to come to existence. It was finally time for him to announce his plans as reality, he should be pumped and excited!
FSX: Anyway, let's get this out of the way then! As you are all aware, I have been planning on giving everyone that deserves and really wants a chance on the ACW Roster that shot to come and fight me for the title! The only problem is it turns out that a large number of people wanted that shot...which is really a bother...So suffice to say I've been having alot of trouble deciding just who should actually receive the shot...
Slowly taking a few steps toward the camera, he would make a gesture toward the title that he seemed to always have on him at this point, almost obsessively, wrapped around his waist. He knew all too well that everyone would love to be in this position, and this was his gift to them all. Though he was well aware that many would still be furious with him following this...
FSX: It didn't seem fair to just choose the person I thought was most deserving on the roster, as it seemed really bias..and wouldn't give people a chance that really deserved one. So what am I doing instead? I'm holding a damned Sweepstakes! What's more fair then fate, right? So everyone is getting a shot, and the winner of this Sweepstakes will be rewarded a match for the World Title! That's right, and the plan is for this match to take place at Seven Deadly Sins!!
Anyone on the Roster with the ability to Main Event an actual Pay Per View? It's almost too hard to believe, isn't it? But it seems to the case, and it's bound to get people excited! Some may never get this opportunity whatsoever, but on such a big stage? Talk about excitement!
FSX: The winner of this Sweepstakes will be determined on the broadcast of Warfare this coming week, and that will be it! They get the first shot at becoming the champion, and they get to try their damnedest to win the title from me. This won't be the only time this is going to happen, either. As long as I'm the champion I'm going to keep doing this until everyone has their shot at the gold! Fair enough, right? I thought so! Get ready, everyone...THE SOUL SWEEPSTAKES IS UPON YOU!!!!!
Ginger: Don't I need to sign off on something like that first, Fallen..?
As many would of likely put their entire focus on the weird and kind of silly name that Fallen was dubbing such an event, it seems that won't be the case as Ginger finally made an appearance before the champion. It's likely someone would of told him of his search, but if that was the case Ginger probably wouldn't of shown up...no...this was likely all by chance after all. But could he really cancel the event now, even after it's announcement? Fallen didn't seem to think so, thus he didn't show much an effort to care as the Chairman gave him quite the stern glare.
FSX: Well, where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you all damn night, and you only decide to show up now?! I've already announced it, I've already announced how it's going to work, there's nothing more that you can do!
Ginger: I've been busy...and nothing more I can do?! I'm the damn Chairman of this company, I make the decisions!! You don't get to deem who's worthy of a title shot, and neither does fate! This is ne--
Laughing to himself quite freely, Fallen couldn't hold back but break out at such a comment. Ginger still believe he held power over this company? There has been so much madness of late that it was impossible to believe such a thing, and who would? Fallen was the champion, and he seemed damn sure that Ginger was trying desperately to have any sort of leverage here...but it wasn't working. One may even go so far as to wonder just when the Chairman became something of a joke, but that would never actually be said...
FSX: You don't have any real hold of power over me anymore, Ginger. Unless you want me to do to your confidence what I should of done to it LONG AGO for thinking that I didn't have what it took to become the Champion..and clearly proving you wrong...I'd suggest you agree to this IMMEDIATELY!
Staring on in utter disgust at the disrespect that was being presented to him at the moment, Ginger didn't seem sure just what he should say to such bold and outlandish comments! He held the power here, and this was his company! But at the same time...it did seem to instill a bit of fear in him. Though he was too much a man to ever admit such a thing he didn't want the matter of Omega Effect to ever be brought up again, as it blew up in his face to an extreme degree. No...he would have to settle.
Ginger: ...Everyone else is making their own damn decisions, what do I care? I can't control all you idiots at once! But let it be known that NO JOBBER will be Main Eventing at Seven Deadly Sins. You can have your damn contest...sweepstakes...whatever it is, but I'm still picking who the Number One Contender is for the Pay Per View!!
FSX: Fair enough. I'll let you have this, the smallest victory imaginable, because you could use your balls back lately. Congratulations, just don't jerk them around again and maybe you'll get to keep them this time!
Turning away from the champion and quickly making his leave, it was quite obvious that Ginger wasn't about to stand around and be taunted by a man that he didn't respect. Grinning from ear to ear as he watched the Chairman walk away in a fuss, Fallen would slowly begin to make his way back toward the ringside area. He still had a match, after all..and he was in a great mood. It had all come to fruition, and he was going to get what he wanted!! But..was that a good thing? Everyone as a contender was nothing but dangerous, and many must just wonder if Fallen truly realizes what he's getting into...
Either way, it should be fun...
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:13:16 GMT -5
Match 5: Top Draw vs. Fallen Souls and Danny Mainer (Credit: BK London)
As the match starts off, it will be none other than Fallen Souls going up against Jake Cheng, and we've seen this match done plenty times before. The No.1 Contender for the International Title doesn't look too intimidated by the man who gave him his 100th loss, and the two lock up in the center of the ring. Quickly Jake Cheng locks on a side headlock before maneuvering into a rear hammerlock. Fallen Souls counters into a rear hammerlock of his own, and then pulls the legs of Jake from under him. Jake lands on his feet and FSX floats over and lockes in a grounded side headlock, which prompts Jake to return to his feet.
Backing up towards the ropes, Jake Cheng pushes Fallen Souls into the opposing ropes before getting down on the ground. Fallen Souls hops over the four time Light Heavyweight Champion, and now Jake springs back up to his feet. Attempting a spinning heel kick, Jake looks to take the head off of Fallen Souls, but Fallen Souls manages to slide under the kick attempt. Springing up behind Jake Cheng, he grabs him and looks for a German Suplex but Jake Cheng manages to block it. The standing switch is completed and Jake now attempts a German Suplex, but Fallen Souls counters it into a roll up.
ONE . . TW-KICK OUT
Both men rise up to their feet simultaneously, and it's a huge spinning wheel kick to the dome of Fallen Souls that catches him off guard and takes him down to the mat. BK London is shouting out order from the apron for Jake to stay on him, and Jake does by mounting over him and pummeling him with right after rights. RAF eventually pulls the Chinese Phenom off of Fallen Souls, and Jake Cheng backs up. He then walks back over to pick up Fallen Souls, and now he rests him in the corner before hitting a huge knife edge chop across his chest. FSX however endures the blow, and asks for one more, and Jake gives it to him. Jake, wondering what's going on, hits one more but Fallen Souls endures another one. A knife edge chop by Fallen Souls to the chest of Jake Cheng takes him down to the mat, and he gets up - holding his chest in pain. Fallen Souls hits a kick to the abdomen before bouncing off the ropes and scoring with a swinging neckbreaker.
Jake Cheng holding his neck in pain, attempts to rise up by Fallen Souls pushes him back down and hooks the leg.
ONE . . T-KICK OUT!
A look of relief appears on the face of BK London, and now FSX picks up Jake Cheng and carries him over to the corner where he tags in Mainer. Mainer comes in, and as FSX holds Jake in a front facelock, he scores with a few body shots to Cheng. FSX eventually releases once the five second rule is out of effect, and now Mainer looks to capitalize on his 7DS opponent. Jake Cheng stumbles over to the corner, where Mainer sizes up Cheng and delivers a huge closed fist to the jaw. RAF warns Mainer about the closed fist, and Mainer now changes up his plan of action by whipping Jake Cheng across the ring into the opposing corner. BK London, who's getting very raucous on the apron attempts to step into the ring to stop Mainer, but RAF restrains him and gets him back on the apron. With the distraction in place, as Mainer runs full speed towards Cheng - WHAM - a kick to the jewels brings an end to the momentum of the International Champion.
Cheng recieves major heat from the crowd, and deciding to take a rest, he walks over to his corner and tags in BK London - who's happy to follow up on this turn of events. Taking his time to stroll around to Mainer, he picks up the International Champion and delivers a huge snap suplex to him. Quickly, he follows up with a cover.
ONE . . TWO KICK OUT
Mainer manages to get his shoulder up to the delight of the ACW Champion on the apron, and now BK London goes to work on Mainer with several forearms to the back of the head. BK London picks up Mainer now and rams him into the corner before driving shoulder after shoulder into the abdomen of the two time International Champion. A simple snapmare follows, and BK London locks in a Surfboard Stretch. Attempting to rally the crowd behind his fallen tag partner, FSX begins to clap and the crowd responds by clapping in unison. Slowly, Mainer begins to feed off the support of the crowd and he begins to get up with the submission maneuver still locked in. Mainer is up to his feet, and after a front flip with a double mule kick, BK London is kicked backwards into the ropes. Mainer crawls towards his corner to tag in Fallen Souls, and once BK London sees the tag about to be made, he dives towards FSX's corner. Knocking Fallen Souls off the apron, the crowd doesn't respond too kindly with this heelish assault.
BK London picks the ankle of Mainer and pulls him to the center of the ring, and Mainer manages to hop back up to his feet. Holding the leg of Mainer, BK London has little time to block the other leg that comes and smacks him in the head. The enziguri hits its mark, and BK London is dropped down to the mat to the delight of the fans.
Fallen Souls makes his way back up onto the apron, and he's just itching for the tag and Mainer begins to crawl towards Fallen Souls. Jake Cheng enters the ring, but he's restrained by RAF and unable to break the tag attempt. Danny Mainer tags in Fallen Souls, and the crowd erupts as the ACW Heavyweight Champion enters the ring and begins beating BK London like he owes him money. Once RAF catches this in the corner of his eye, he races over to Fallen Souls and restrains him before ordering him back to his corner. He hasn't seen the tag, so therefore it's not legal. The crowd boos RAF for this decision, and BK Lonon grabs the prone Mainer and pulls him back towards his corner. When they've got the attention of RAF, Jake Cheng is tagged in by his partner and he now goes to work on Mainer. He gets Mainer into the corner and chokes him with the sole of his boot, and RAF administers the five count. Jake Cheng breaks after three, but that doesn't stop him from continuing to work on the International Champion.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:13:42 GMT -5
Jake Cheng sets up Mainer on the top rope before decking him with a fist to the jaw, and then he climbs up as well. A superplex is in mind for the former ACW Champion, but Mainer manages to deliver a few shots to the kidneys and pushes Jake Cheng off the top rope to the ground below. With Jake Cheng prone below, Mainer now begins to ascend to the top rope on his own accord - and stands perched for a second. But BK London comes running down the apron to bring an end to this possible high risk maneuever, only to be kicked off the apron by Mainer. With BK London down and out on the outside, Mainer stands perched on the top rope while Jake Cheng stumbles up to his feet. A flying somersault neckbreaker, blockbuster style, strike Jake Cheng - and now both men are down to the mat. The fallen BK London climbs back onto the apron, urging Jake to roll over and make the tag quickly - while FSX is itching to get back into the ring.
Jake Cheng slowly crawls towards his corner while Mainer does the same, and they manage to tag in their respective partners at the same time.
With Fallen Souls in the ring, the crowd erupts off their feet and BK London runs right into a clothesline from the current ACW Champion. BK London gets up and runs into another clothesline, and then another. With this huge momentum Fallen Souls has behind him, he irish whips BK London into the ropes. As London comes off the ropes, BK London soars through the air and lands on his back in a back body drop. Fallen Souls now measures BK London as he climbs to his feet, and a swift kick to the abdomen follows. Bouncing off the ropes, Fallen Souls scores with the Silence Scissors Kick. BK London flops over on his back, and Fallen Souls quickly makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO .
But Jake Cheng manages to break up the count in the nick of time, and the crowd boos the former Light Heavyweight Champion. Picking up FSX and landing a swift kick to the abdomen of his own, Jake Cheng now sets up FSX for the Last Resort. Running up the ropes, he hopes to land the Shiranui/Sliced Bread #2, but as he comes down Mainer catches him on his shoulder. The fans go absolutely nuts and now Mainer hits Jake Cheng with a Snake Eyes. With Jake stumbling towards the middle of the ring, Mainer bounces of fhe ropes and scores with a Tilt-A-Whirl Headscissors Takedown. Jake Cheng flies through the middle rope and out the ring and now Mainer hops over the top rope for a Pescado. Jake Cheng side steps the move, but Mainer manages to land on his feet and he decks the former Light Heavyweight Champion.
Slowly Mainer begins to move up the ramp, inviting Jake Cheng to come after him - and the chase is on, but it leaves only two men in the ring, BK London and Fallen Souls.
Back in the ring, Fallen Souls plants BK London in the middle of the ring with a Implant DDT - and the crowd goes wild. Within seconds of rising up, Fallen Souls makes his way towards the ropes and goes for the Frozen Motion - Double Springboard Lionsault. He springboards off the bottom rope to springboard to the top rope before soaring throughout the air for a beautiful moonsault. For a moment, FSX almost seems to be Frozen in time - but unluckily for him, BK London rolls out of the way. Fallen Souls crashes and burns in the center of the ring, and BK London is there to pick up the pieces with The Revolver.
Dropping FSX face first into the mat, London rolls the ACW Champion on his back and hooks the leg.
ONE . . TWO . . THR-KICK OUT!
BK London can't believe it, and he looks at RAF and begins yelling at him. RAF gets right back in the face of London, and in an attempt to get the win - FSX rolls BK London up with a school boy.
ONE . . TWO . KICK OUT!
BK London manages to kick out, to the dismay of the fans, and as Fallen Souls gets up he's taken down with a clothesline from the ACW Champion. BK London, feeling good about himself, struts around the ring as if he were a 16 time World Champion. Now heading to the apron, he ascends to the top rope, and we could be seeing a rare appearance of From Brooklyn to London. BK London sees a few fans on the outside giving him mouth, and he returns to the trash talking right back, and suddenly FSX kips up to his feet. Oblivious to this, BK London turns around and sees FSX racing up towards him and he tosses BK London across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex.
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:14:02 GMT -5
BK London is layed out in the center of the ring, and FSX begins to crawl over for the cover - when suddnely Stephan Russo races down to the ring. The former GFWWE owner hops up on the apron, and begins spazzing out like Flair from his Evolution days. RAF is preoccupied by Russo, while FSX has the cover in place and could've very well got the win. FSX sees what's going on, and he now rises up and delivers a huge forearm to the jaw of Russo. Russo is sent flying off the apron, and the crowd goes absolutely bananas. BK London now gets to his feet, and he attempts to grab FSX from behind - but FSX throws him over the top rope. Luckily, BK London manages to land on the apron, but FSX sees this and decks him with a right hand also. A brainbuster attempt is up next as FSX attempts to hit the move, picking up BK London from the apron. However, Russo manages to trip the ACW Champion and BK London falls right on him for the cover. Holding his feet down to RAF's unseen eye, BK London makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, BK London and Jake Cheng - TOP DRAW!
"Pressue" by Lupe Fiasco sounds throughout the speaker, and BK London rolls out of the ring quicker than a hiccup before FSX could get his hands on him. He races over to Phillip and grabs the ACW Heavyweight Championship and a microphone before making his way a safe distance from the actual Heavyweight Champion. Fallen Souls attempts to tell RAF that his legs were being held down by RAF, but there's nothing he can do it about it now as the match is over and he didn't see it. But BK London now gets his attention.
BK London: Hey! FSX! You call that a match? Huh?
BK London is a little exhausted after the encounter with FSX, and he takes a little time to catch his breath.
BK London: That was absolutely pathetic, it's been only a few weeks since you won this belt and you've already cracked under the pressure. So you know what?
BK London throws the belt right back into the ring, right at Fallen Souls' feet - showing complete disrespect.
BK London: You can hold on to it now, because at Seven Deadly Sins - and yes, our match will be at Seven Deadly Sins - I'm going to pin you one two three again. And as for the stipulation of that match, well let's just say....I can't lose..
BK London drops the mic and heads up the ramp, with his music still playing throughout the speakers, and the scene fades out with FSX looking quite frustrated with the events going on.
The night isn't over however...
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 16:14:20 GMT -5
Playing Catch-Up Credit: Jake Cheng and Danny Mainer He heads towards a set of double doors, bombing through it with a flying kick. Jake lands back on his feet and catches a glimpse a Mainer's ring trunks. He follows down the corridor and turns the corner. Mainer has started to slow down, fatigued from the match. But Cheng sprints like he hasn't even wrestled within the past day. Mainer looks back to see how much of a lead he has...and then loses it all when he collides with a worker. Cheng smiles smugly as he walks over to Danny who slaps himself in the face starting to get angry at his failure and Cheng stands over his fallen opponent. A wide, evil grin comes accross Jake's face before a wide foot comes across his jaw. KAPOW! Danny: You CAN’T defeat Rock and Roll!!!Jake lands on his ass as a Shuffle Side Kick right to the jaw clocks him. ANTHRAX walks out of a side turnoff from the main corridor dusting himself off, he looks down at Jake who is semi-conscious after the crushing kick to the head which sends him flying onto his back. Danny finally jogs into view of the camera and high-fives ANTHRAX on a job well done. ANTHRAX then jogs off into the distance leaving him to take care of the semi-alive Jake Cheng. He grabs him by the head and drag shim up to his feet. Jake is groggy out of his mind when Danny throws him face-first into the concrete wall. Jake hits it with a thud and stumbles back and turns into an elbow to the face. Jake falls back and leans against the wall and in sheer rage, Danny throws a fist right at Jake’s head but he dodges and there’s a loud crack as Danny’s knuckles slam into the wall with a sickening crack. Danny yells loudly as Jake quickly capitalizes on the situation grabbing Danny by his hair dragging him backwards. ANTHRAX, having left the scene is nowhere to help as Danny drags Jake to a lone door in the left corridor. Jake slams his face into the door but before he can open it Danny throws a knife-edge chop catching him right in the chest. Jake is then thrown back-first into the door followed by a flying boot to the gut. Danny then jumps back before sprinting and spearing him straight through the door flying at brilliant pace, the door caves right in right off it’s hinges. Danny: Ahh fuck!Danny gets up and looks around to see that he’s in a conference room. He then looks down and grabs Jake, starting to drag him up to the main table. Danny kicks Jake in the stomach before throwing him across the table. Jake slides across the recently polished furniture flying through paperwork before landing in a heap on the other side. Suddenly, ANTHRAX sprints through the door but he’s intervened. Suddenly, two large burly men bust into the room. These men, rarely seen on ACW television these days are known as Bruce and Tyrone: Gingerdude’s bodyguards. Bruce easily grabs Cheng while Tyrone backs ANTHRAX and Mainer into a corner with he help of a desk. Bruce entangles his arms with Cheng’s, like he was setting Cheng up to be hit in the body. But instead of a blow to the body, the Chairman, Gingerdude himself, walks into the room to give a blow of his own.Gingerdude: I’ve got some good news for you three. Since you cannot seem to keep your hands off each other, I have booked a match for net Monday’s Warfare. In one corner will be the team of Danny Mainer and ANTHRAX! And in the other corner, will be Jake Cheng and...The three bloody and bruised men lean in toward Gingerdude in anticipation of Jake’s partner, but Gingerdude obviously knows something they don’t, boasting the fact with a large grin on his face. Gingerdude: And that’s it. Have fun in your handicap match. And have a nice day.Chairman Gingerdude leaves the room and then so does Mainer and ANTHRAX each of them staring at the still restricted Jake Cheng as they walk out. As Tyrone walks toward the door, he knees the exposed stomach of Jake Cheng as Bruce lets him go. The former Heavyweight Champion drops to his hands and knees as the Chairman’s bodyguard laugh their asses right out of the room. Jake stares up at the still open door and then back and the ground. BK London enters the room, coming to a dead stop from a sprint. Still panting for breath, BK London helps Jake onto his feet. Soon enough, Stephan Russo joins them. The three men look at each other in silence as the show comes to a close. QUESTIONS?!?! Fade To Black. End Of Show.
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Post by Dan White on Jul 17, 2008 16:15:01 GMT -5
Awesome show.
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Post by acevans on Jul 17, 2008 17:09:40 GMT -5
Great show. Damn, I had no idea my character was all over the place. :X
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Jake Steele
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Nosepass, Pass Pass Pass
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Post by Jake Steele on Jul 17, 2008 17:51:38 GMT -5
Fantastic show everyone.
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Jake
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Too fabulous for a title.....
Guido's reaction to Taylor's ban...JAGERBOMBS ALL AROUND!
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Post by Jake on Jul 17, 2008 20:56:16 GMT -5
LOL, BK you were supposed to edit in those question we have at the end of each show where is says Questions?!?!?
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Post by BK London on Jul 17, 2008 21:16:45 GMT -5
Not anymore I was.
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