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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:31:05 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown August 7, 2008
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Mr. Red vs. Jonny Hughes
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G-Unit vs. Jason Cage and Alex Gonzalez
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Thunder Train vs. Rattlesnake
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XS3 vs. Jake Steele - First Time Ever!
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The Senator vs. Henry McKaye
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:32:51 GMT -5
Segment: One Crazy Night Credit: Wayde Russeller/BK London The fans are getting in their seats as the show is ready to go live. A huge pyro display, one after another and finally ends with a streaming pyro that goes over the ring before fizzling.ACW fans are packing the arena and excited for this weeks episode of Meltdown. Not only were there a couple of title changes, big wins, and surprises at Seven Deadly Sins that will surely have fall out tonight, but they also get to see the one and only show that has a new Chairman. It should be one crazy night! In the ring already is Gingerdude with a mic.Gingerdude: Good evening ACW fans. At Seven Deadly Sins, I lost a bet. After it was all said and done I realized it was probably for the best. I have a new found respect for this man and I will gladly give up my spot as Chairman up to him for tonight. I know he will do a great job and I know you will all give him the respect he deserves tonight. Ladies and Gentleman, the chairman for tonight, Wayde Russeller!!! Smoke fills the ramp and entrance way and the fans explode with cheers. With just enough delay, Wayde Russeller and Annabella break through the smoke and onto the stage to the screaming fans. The horse they are riding stays still for a minute while people soak in the image of Wayde Russeller sitting on the stage with his hat tipped down and little over his eyes and smirk on his face. Annabella is in a sexy deputy uniform with both arms around Waydes waist and a smile on her face. The horse then rears up and gallops down to the ring. They do a lap around the ring and Annabella gives out high fives while they ride. They stop right by the steps to the ring and Wayde jumps off to the side apron. He stands there for minute in the strobe light while the fans go crazy. Annabella then stands on the top of the horse and while Wayde stands there she sensually crawls through his legs. Wayde then swings him self into the ring and the lights are back on. He is handed a mic and the two stand in the middle of the ring with Gingerdude. Ginger shakes his hand and the two have a moment where the respect they have for each other after SDS is apparent. Ginger fullfills his part of the bet and walks out to respectful cheers from the fan. Wayde now in the ring with Annabella is smiling from ear to ear. The fans aren't even letting him talk so he signals that they have to quiet down a little which they do. Wayde raises the mic to his mouth...Wayde: WELCOME TO RAW IS WAY.....oops wrong show!Crowd Laughs Wayde: But seriously, Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to Wayde Russeller Meltdown Extravaganza! Tonight we are to have tons of fun and a lot of surprises. Speaking of which, how did you like the firework show?Crowd Cheers Wayde: Yea I thought you'd enjoy it. And that is exactly what tonight is gonna be. EXPLOSIVE. That being said, I know you all either watched Seven Deadly Sins or you read the results online. As you know we have a new ACW Champion. And we have a new ACW International Champion. So tonight I am booking two matches. Chris Chase vs Jake Cheng for the belt.......and BK LONDON TAKING ON FALLEN SOULS FOR THE ACW CHAMPIONSHIP!Crowd EXPLODES WITH CHEERS! Before the fans have even finished cheering, "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco sounds throughout the speakers and the entire crowd anticipates the worst. Stepping through the curtain is none other than the ACW Heavyweight Champion, who's not afraid to show off his brand new belt and Chairman Stephan Russo. They're probably the most hated pair in ACW to date, and they strut down to the ring with an amused look on their faces. Wayde Russle doesn't look to happy with Russo interrupting his promo, or too impressed with BK London's new ACW Heavyweight Championship.Chairman Russo: ...are you serious? Are you serious? I mean who is this kid?..wait..wait, you know what? I'm the new Chairman, I have to be respectful and courteous of others, so you know what? Welcome to ACW my friend. Russo extends his arm for a handshake, but Wayde Russler simply takes a look at the hand at the Co-Chairman and scoffs. Russo immediately pulls back, still amused.Chairman Russo: You know what? That's alright. You're having your little taste of power and you want to take full advantage of it with the limited amount of time you have with it. I understand. But you have to understand, that you are not the Chairman of all of ACW- you are only half of a Chairman. And hell, since you basically since you are half the man I am - that breaks you down into some fraction that I can't even begin to calculate. But let's get to the point. You see, BK London nor Jake Cheng will be defending their respective titles tonight. BOOOOOOOOO! Wayde Russler: Why is that Russo? Is your boy afraid that he won on a fluke? Is he afraid that without the Russo rules he cant beat Fallen?BK London feels a little disrespected by the "Chairman" for the evening, and he takes one step forward but Russo restrains him.Chairman Russo: Can't beat Fallen huh? Well let me tell you something, BK London could beat Fallen Souls any day of the week and he did so at Seven Deadly Sins. Not only that, but after Seven Deadly Sins, Fallen Souls decided to take a sabbatical from ACW. Which means that you won't seen Fallen Souls tonight, you won't see Fallen Souls Monday night, or any night in the near future! Now if I were you, I'd show some respect to your ACW Heavyweight Champion and be proud that you have a champion representing your company as him! Wayde: Proud of? I guess I would be proud if my idea of a champion was 12 year old bitch.Crowd EXPLODES WITH CHEERS! BK London looks at Stephan Russo, and then looks at Wayde Russler and doesn't even decide to respond.Chairman Russo: You seem not to understand that after tonight, you will no longer be "Chairman". You will be nothing, and I will still stand here - making the matches, and running your life! So I suggest you show some respect! Wayde steps up close to Russo.Wayde: I am standing here today because of men who have told me the exact same thing. You.....don't scare me.The two men stare each other down for a few seconds before Wayde turns to the crowd.Wayde: Ok Ladies and Gentleman Chairman Cry-Baby says no title so here is what we are going to do. FIRST OFF I will pick a new match to replace the title match, which i will announce shortly. Second of all, I will be in action tonight later in a thrilling match. Third of all...I am about to bring out a couple of New wrestlers I hired tonight. They will have a battle royal where the winner will get an automatic spot on the ACW Roster. And since your apparently robbing Chris Chase of a title opportunity I will let him get some anger out tonight by taking on the winner of that match!Crowd CHEERS! Wayde: Is that ok with you and your boyfriend Mr. Chairman?Chairman Russo: You know what? Have your little match. But as the show goes off the air tonight, I suggest you watch your back. I'm NOT like any of the men you've been facing. Wayde: Neither am I.With that, BK London and Stephan Russo turn to leave the ring. They've had enough of the Chairman for a Day and they've got an appearance to make later in the show. But BK London doesn't exactly leave quietly, before he can step through the ropes he turns around and lays a stiff kick to the chin of Wayde. Wayde is dropped within seconds and BK London continues to exit the ring. He throws his championship over his shoulder and makes an exit.What a way to kick off Meltdown. Stay tuned for more excitement through out the entire show! Fade
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:36:05 GMT -5
Segment: Zero, Where Art Thou? Credit: Zero
The night is young and we still have much more to come. Backstage we find ourselves alongside Kevin Anderson as he scurries down the hallway, looking left and right in search of something. Quickly, he turns towards the camera and introduces himself, and just what the hell he's doing.
Kevin Anderson: Hey guys! Kevin Anderson here and right now, I am on a man hunt!
Right. Well then. Kevin continues on down the hallway, passing locker room after locker room.
Kevin Anderson: You see, I'm following up on the story that ACW.com put online shortly after Seven Deadly Sins had ended!
He steps on his tippy toes and extends his neck like a giraffe, trying to look over some things and then down the hall as well.
Kevin Anderson *To himself*: Where is he?
Back and forth he looks, but still, he finds nothing like what he's looking for.
Kevin Anderson: ...Um.. Anyways. Yeah. I'm continuing that article about Jay Zero after his match. When he regained consciousness again and found out that Scott Andrews had beaten him! He snapped! Now -- I know that pretty much know everything that goes on backstage! Heh! But! I wasn't around to witness this! So now I'm trying to find Zero to get the inside scoop about what happened, and what is so "crazy" that he's done!
After briefly stopping to turn towards the camera and explain, Kevin looks behind him and then in front, searching for wherever Jay Zero could be. He's passed by nearly every locker room, and even found Zero's -- however, inside was nobody.
Kevin Anderson: I'm fairly certain that Zero is in the building -- but, I just can't find him anywhere!
He takes a deep breath, allowing himself to think.
Kevin Anderson: Where could he be? Wheeeere could he be? Hmmm.
He bites down onto his tongue and in the corner of his eye, he sees a figure walk down the hallway that is perpendicular to the one that he's on. Quickly! He springs to the right, hoping that it's Zero! But instead...he finds the now Co-Chairman of ACW, Jonathan Gingerdude. It's not quite who he was looking for, but maybe the boss has a clue! Kevin starts a sprint down the hall, but quickly trips as his foot gets caught on a wire. He regains his composure and continues off towards Ginger.
Kevin Anderson: Boss! Boss!
It seems as if Ginger had not heard Kevin, or he is simply ignoring him as he himself keeps walking down his own hallway, most likely to his office. Kevin doesn't give up his hope though! He keeps running and his shiny dress shoes with no traction slide as he tries to round the corner. He pushes off the ground with his left arm before he can fully fall, and makes a dash towards the Chairman with one last final attempt.
Kevin Anderson: Boss! Ginger! Ginger!
It appears that he has now heard as he begins to slow down and slightly cock his head to the left. Kevin runs up, putting his hand on the upper back of Ginger, using him to keep himself balanced while he breathes very heavily.
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Yes, Kevin?
Kevin Anderson *Breathing Heavily*: Woo! It--It's a good--thing--good thing I caught you!
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Um...are you alright Mr. Anderson?
Kevin Anderson: Yes! Yes!
Kevin coughs and tries to stand up straight while his chest keeps moving up and down rapidly.
Kevin Anderson: I'm fine! But Mr. Gingerdude, I was just wondering -- if maybe you knew something.
Ginger looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Well, I certainly hope I know something. I hope I know many things!
Kevin shakes his head and smiles.
Kevin Anderson: I didn't mean it that way, sir!
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Well then spit the bloody question out!
Kevin Anderson: Alright!
Kevin stops to allow himself some oxygen as he tries to calm down.
Kevin Anderson: I was wondering if you knew if Jay Zero is in the building tonight.
Ginger stares blankly at Kevin. He takes a deep breath and then sighs, glancing slightly towards the left. He rubs his chin and slowly moves his palm up his face to rub his eyes.
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Ugh....Yes...Yes, Zero is here.
Finally! A breakthrough! Kevin is excited!
Kevin Anderson: He is!? Did you see him?
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: Yes, I saw him.
Kevin Anderson: Well do you know anything about what happened at Seven Deadly Sins?
Ginger exhales, blowing up his cheeks. He shakes his head and pats Kevin on the chest.
Co-Chairman Gingerdude: No comment.
One half of ACW's owner walks past Kevin and continues to walk towards his office. Kevin seems slightly disappointed, but once again intrigued. He now knows that zero is in the building, but just where could he be? And what has happened to make the few that has seen him not even want to talk about it? Well it seems as if Kevin has hit another roadblock, but still, he's gotten somewhere. Does his trail end here? Or will Kevin continue on his search for the answer?
The Scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:37:53 GMT -5
[Segment] A Californicated Debut [Credit] Bryce
The cameras up at the ringside, ACW Meltdown has just returned from a short commercial break, it is not too far into the show and as such the crowd aren't too vocal. The camera pans around the arena attempting to pick up something of interest, though return to the centre of the arena before finally stopping at the commentary team of Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison. However, just as look set to begin commentary something grabs their attention; the lights dim. A few gasps are heard here and there from the crowd, however the crowd once again fall silent.
McNally [Speculating]: I'm not aware of any scheduled segments due to take place, are you Eddie?
Edison [Speculating]: I'm afraid I'm also in the same boat, Max.
McNally begins to reply however, he tails off as the unfamiliar tones of the beginning of Shadow Falls's "Of One Blood" begin to blast out of the P.A System. The lights return to reveal the figure of a man standing at the of the entrance ramp, as to be expected the crowd look bewildered and no reaction other than silence can be heard from them. The man is wearing an attire of dark blue jeans, a black shirt and a black leather jacket. He looks to be in his mid-twenties, and has medium length brown hair with a short beard. He looks around the arena slowly before beginning to walk down the ramp at quite a fast pace, as he reaches the bottom of it he quickly rolls underneath the bottom rope before jumping back to his feet. The music begins to fade off as he is handed a microphone from one of the ringside officials standing on the outside of the ring. The unknown man returns to the centre of the ring, he waits for a short amount of time before a slight smirk appears on his face, he slowly lifts the microphone to his mouth as he looks to address the crowd.
Man: Now, I'm assuming that due to the complete silence you people seem to be in, that you people aren't used to seeing such a handsome, good-looking and most importantly of all athletic man walk down to this ring? Am I right? *The man is unable to prompt any reaction from the crowd* Oh fine then, I guess we'll do things the way you people want to do things - and I don't mean spending a Friday night at home, playing video games and eating fast food! *The man chuckles, but still fails to budge the crowd* I'm sure you're all wandering why I'm standing in this ring, I mean it must be really hard for you people to understand why someone who's in the arena of a wrestling company would be standing in a wrestling ring...but, hey since I'm such a nice guy I guess I'll just have to explain bit by bit; because otherwise none of you will be able to be follow otherwise!
The man's smirk widens, though he temporarily takes the microphone from his mouth to gesture to the crowd by raising his arms up.
McNally: I have no idea who this man is Max, or his business in even standing in an ACW ring, but I have to say I'm not getting good vibes from him.
Edison: People say first impression is the most important thing, and it looks like the crowd seem to view this man in the same way we do.
As Edison finishes his speech the man lowers his arms and begins to speak again.
Man: See, I'm here for a reason. I'm not some lunatic who's made it past arena security...*The man looks down at the mat pausing briefly* Who are we kidding? Would some lunatic look like this? No, I'm standing in this ring tonight because I have a message for the world of ACW. I have spent the best part of the last two years going from small fed to small fed - The Indies to you people. Unlike a lot of the ACW roster - some of whom who have wrestled for over a decade - I haven't even wrestled for two. However, after getting back from shows and flicking on the TV to see what crap's on, do you know what I've seen? ACW. Yep that's right ACW. Big shock there, I know. I've seen the quality of the opponents here and do you people know what? *A few shout what?* I've just wasted the best part of two years of my life. See, ACW is supposed to be where the best wrestlers go, I mean after all the arena is on its own freakin' island! Still, it made me sick to see some of the people on the ACW roster. It would be an understatement to say that if the world athletic came up to them and bit them on the ass they still wouldn't know what it meant. No, the majority of the roster is out of shape, overweight, good for nothing has beens! They'd look out of place in The Indies let alone on National Television. See, I've worked my ass off the past 2 years to learn and become what I've become, and it's time to show the world what I can do.
The man now looks much more focused with his smirk well and truly gone. He pauses for a short while, and begins to look around the crowd.
McNally: The guy really is asking for it, isn't he Max?
Edison: I wouldn't be surprised if some members of the roster came to welcome this man personally sooner or later!
The man quickly returns to the prior position, the faint noise of sparse boos can be heard at points within the arena. He raises the microphone back to his mouth and continues.
Man: Sure, I may not have the experience of some of the people in ACW - fair point, I may have been a child still when some of the roster were just beginning their careers - but I have something no one on the roster has; raw athleticism. I guarantee you people now; there is no one who is as athletic or as fast learning as I am. I am faster, sharper and tougher than anyone who has ever appeared in ACW before me. What takes people 10 years to master, I can master in 2. I'm just what ACW needs, just what it craves; the complete package. And I'm here to prove it. See, I'm not here to play games; I'm not here for tradition. I'm here for me and me alone. Still, I don't expect you people to give a damn, but hey that's your problem. Or the roster if they cross me. See, I respect no one. I don't care how many championships you've won - by the time I'm done here I'll have won more. I don't care how many generations of your family have been wrestlers - I only need myself. The reason I'm here tonight is to give the world of acw a warning; a warning to keep clear of my path here - or you will wish you hadn't. I have no fear, no conscience - no remorse. Whether you're the World Heavyweight Champion or an opener, there is one name you need to learn to stay away from if you want to stay together in one piece...Bryce.
A devilish smirk begins to appear on the face of Bryce as he finishes his speech. The crowd can be heard booing quite moderately now as his theme music Of One Blood by Shadows Fall hits the P.A System for a second time. A smirking Bryce continues to stare into the crowd whilst making his way to the other side of the ring before rolling under the bottom rope. He slowly makes his way backwards up the entrance ramp as the camera slowly fades into another scene.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:39:44 GMT -5
Angry Recap Danny Mainer/?? As the intro pyro's all die down the crowd start whooping and cheering for the show. The ACW Isle fans are packed in the arena and expecting some great matches here tonight. The camera whooshes all around the arena as the ACW theme song starts to fade out showing the crowd settling in for 2 hours of quality Pro-Wrestling Entertainment. Tonight's the first night back from 7 Deadly Sins and the damage was catastropic but it was one Helluva show. As ACW has it's opening moments going on air, the die-hards start an "Eh See Dub" chant. The cameras then flick around and we get a close-up shot of the commentary desk where the slightly old Maxwell McNally and the crazy-haired Eddie Edison are there as usual. McNally: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Thursday Night Meltdown! Maxwell McNally here alongside Eddie Edison and what a show we have for you tonight!Edison: Yeah! That's right! Tonight's main event is the only thing on ANYONE'S lips right now. 'The Scarlet Assassin' Scott Andrews is going to take on 'Senator' Steve Phillips less then a week after the 7 Deadly Sins match!McNally: And speaking of 7 Deadly Sins we saw not one but TWO titles change hands! That dastardly Stephan Russo screwed Fallen Souls out of his world title handing it to his main man, BK London! The International Title also changed hands with some degree of controversy as a masked man cost Danny Mainer the match he had with Jake Cheng!Edison: Well now Stephan Russo holds all the cards. He's a crafty devil. You speak of BK London taking the title, Fallen Souls hasn't been seen since!McNally: Well we all know how much he loved that title! He's obviously going to feel so distraught it was torn away from him. What amazes me is that we haven't even touched upon the fact that WAYDE RUSSELER is calling the shots tonight!Edison: That's right! As part of the stipulations with his match with Chris Cooley it was said that if he could escape the cage he would be 50% chairman of ACW for one night only, TONIGHT!McNally: Yes! Also tonight we've got Jonny Hughes facing off against Entertainment Champion M-I WANNA ROCK!
ROCK! [/size][/center] Edison: UHOH!McNally: If you've seen the reports you'll know that our former International Champion Danny Mainer is NOT happy.And with that, Danny Mainer thunders out of the curtain in an aggrivated state. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans with a pair of Motorhead Vans and an black/gold ACW t-shirt and a big white "Mr. Bump" style bandage wrapped around his melon. Not paying any attention to the fans he storms right down the centre of the ramp not being the showman he usually is. Instead, he cares not about the fans but about justice and that's what he's hoping to get here tonight. He hops up onto the ring-apron and climbs in quickly making trails as he guns for Phillip Jones. Jones, not wanting to aggrivate the gutted guitarist hands him the microphone which he takes gladly. He then walks to the centre of the ring and starts to point around to the audience. Danny: YOU PEOPLE saw what happened to me last Sunday? Y'know what happened to me? I. WAS. ROBBED. On Sunday, everything that I, Danny Mainer and ACW stood for was thrown out of the proverbial hotel room window! I want answers and I WANT THEM NOW. That International Title was EVERYTHING TO ME and someone thought they'd screw ME out of the title! Have you seen my fucking scars?!McNally: And Danny is LIVID.Edison: You can say that again! He's got scars apparently.Danny turns his back to the camera and whips off the ACW t-shirt. The camera is shown the grim sight of numerious lacerations due to the thumbtacks that were driven into him from the Avalanche Northern Lights Bomb. The crowd groan and wince at the gnarly sight. Mainer then puts his t-shirt back on and returns to addressing the audience. Danny: You see that? For those that didn't see 7 Deadly Sins, you wanna see HOW I got these wounds? Roll the footage.The tape then shuts off and we return to the shot of Danny Mainer standing in the ring clutching the microphone. Danny: You see that? Someone thought they'd get into MY business and they didn't just rob me... they RAPED ME of my title. Nobody EVER does that to me and GETS AWAY WITH IT. You see the bandage round my head? I got dropped to the ramp, I'm amazed it didn't gash! Now, naturally my first instinct would be to get a rematch but much to Jake's advantage our pre-match agreement was that the loser would never get a title shot so long as the winner remained champion! So, where do I go from here? I'M OUT FOR BLOOD. I'm asking, no, demanding, NO, DARING whoever it was that cost me last Sunday to show their face. COME ON. Show some FUCKING COJONES. I already know who it is but I wanna see if they're gutless or not!Edison: Well the challenge has been set!!! Danny Mainer could be calling out ANYONE!After a moment's pausing, Danny stops and stares angrily at the entrance-way. After about 10 seconds of no answer Danny then starts to talk. Danny: So that's it huh? Chicken shit? Next time I go to tha' mall I'll bring ya' back a fucking spi-Danny is cut off by the sound of Ten Thousand Strong by Iced Earth. The crowd immediately roar into booing as "Humanity's Last Hope" Silencio steps out of the curtain with a beaming smile on his face. Dressed in jeans, a plain beige t-shirt and two plain black wristbands he's got a microphone on him. Danny is absolutely livid and you can tell by the expression on his face this is exactly what he's expecting. Edison: That song is the calling card of only ONE MAN! SILNECIOOOOOOOOOO! Await the days of Clouding. Earth Mother's sharing in our pain. Erase the human memory. They know not of where they came.SILENCIO:[/B] Heheh, so Danny. You act like a jackass and you finally get what's coming to you huh? Hurts when that happens doesn't it? Almost like getting nails driven through you! Hahah.[/font] Danny: So you're the shit that screwed me over huh? I fucking knew it! I bet you think you're really fucking smart. I may not have any rematches against Jake but I damn-sure don't need to make effort to get your ass kicked! I can't believe you robbed me of my crown-trophy just because of some stupid prank!SILENCIO: My God, do you ever listen to yourself you philistine? You're a joke Danny, that title was never good around your waist. You defamed it with your low-calibre wrestling! Way I see it? You losing your title was a service to the wrestling industry.Edison: So wait, costing Danny was meant to be a good thing?McNally: Personally... I think there's more to this then meets the eye.The crowd boos loudly and instead of firing out a witty retort, Danny spreads his arms out and with a smug grin flexes his fingers urging a bigger crowd reaction. Danny: Looks like these great fans just PROVED YOU WRONG. Now baby, my motto has always been "It ain't if you win or lose, it's how good ya' look doin' it" and the one thing I hate ya' most for is makin' me look like an infronta' Cheng and the fans!SILENCIO:[/color] What, are you kidding me? Screaming like a bitch when you land on thumbtacks? That isn't the work of me my good man, that's much more on your side.[/font] Clearly not impressed. Danny prepares to usher a response. Danny: Now you're asking for it baby! I want you, ONE ON ONE in the ring NEXT WEEK. Get me?The crowd cheer at the prospect of this match and Danny getting his hands on Silencio. Silencio smiles lightly at the Guitar Guri. Silencio: And I'd put myself in the ring with low rate crap like you... why?! You'd probably injure me with your poor wrestling abilities if I hadn't kicked your ass before you even got in the ring.The crowd boo Silencio declining the challenge and "Pussy" chants break out from the more vulgar members of the audience. This fuels Danny with a rather ballsy response. Danny: See, this crowd got the right idea! They know exactly what you are, you're a coward, I mean Hell man. Whatever happened to LA-TEE-NO PRIDE?! Whatever happened to the days when you'd stab, shoot and steal to get whatever it was you wanted? I mean seriously what are ya'? Mexican or French?McNally: Wow... that's harsh.Edison: Ohoho, that is COLD!Silencio is immediately angered by this statement. He slaps his chest and begins to point to Danny while yelling into the microphone. SILENCIO: Alright, you want me so badly?! Me, you, NEXT WEEK. You want me? YOU GOT ME. I'm kicking your ass so hard next week you'll be shitting out your mouth 'til Christmas!The crowd are pleased with this and start to cheer. "Mainer" chants break out as Silencio starts to fume. McNally: Next week folks we're getting Silencio VS Danny Mainer! Clash of the light'uns!Danny just laughs off this response as Silencio just goes ballistic. Danny then extends his thumb and his pinky and puts it to his ear like a telephone. Edison: What's Mainer doing?Danny: Good stuff baby! I'll cya in the ring then? Alright, later Karen. Bah-bye. Oh and Silencio, one last thing. THIS is for 7 Deadly Sins.Suddenly, a jet of red-hot pyro shoots out of the entrance ramp. Silencio leaps backwards in shock clutching his heart as the ultra-loud pyro sprays off right next to his ears. Danny laughs at the scared witless Silencio and he starts to clap for him as "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister hits. The scene ends with Danny climbing out of the ring and Silencio starting to bust on a rage again as the screen turns to black. FADE
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:40:46 GMT -5
Segment: Back In Black
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After Seven Deadly Sins, Scott Andrews felt the taste of a bitter sweet Pay Per View. On one hand he had defeated six other men and eliminated two of them in a Seven Deadly Sins match to gain an ACW Championship opportunity whenever he so pleases; but on the other, his long time girlfriend Jessie Young said goodbye to him and ACW for a while, leaving Scott to roam ACW alone. But no matter the outcome, Scott knows he needs to take the positive and work with it.
Arriving at the ACW arena for a pre-arranged interview, Scott drives into the car park in his shiny, red Mustang and pulls into his reserved park. The crowd know his car by now and are slowly but surely letting out cheers until he steps out of his car in his suit and tie, completed with his pair of sunglasses, and they begin to go nuts. He begins walking towards the arena doors and before he enters the arena he stops and takes off his sunglasses, putting them in his jacket pocket before turning and looking around behind him. Is someone following him?
He decides that his paranoia is just playing with him and enters the arena.
Scott walks the hallway, turning left at the office of Gingerdude and heading straight for the bathroom. He enters and sees that no-one else is in there. The tap is turned on as Scott puts his hands under the cold water and gently splashes his face, refreshing his skin. He turns the tap off and stares into the mirror.
Scott: You did it, Scott. You won the Seven Deadly Sins match and now you have the power to cash in an ACW Championship opportunity at any point you wish. Things are looking up.
After the reflective speech one of the toilets flushes. Scott is given a huge fright and acts casual as the occupant, Chairman Gingerdude, looks at him oddly.
Scott: Hey, Ginger, what’s up?
Gingerdude: Should I not be asking you the same question?
Scott: I uh...was just giving myself some praise. Tony Robbins said it was good for you to - - -
Gingerdude: - - - wait, Tony Robbins?! What in God’s name are you doing watching that tripe?
Scott: Well, usually me and Jessie get a movie out or something to watch at night, but she’s off doing her modelling, so I was watching late night infomercials cos’ I couldn’t sleep. He was on and I guess I just took his advice. I don’t care what you think anyway, Ginger, I feel great!
Gingerdude: Well I’m glad one of us does. Because of that Wayde character, I’m not the GM for tonight’s show...
Scott: At least we both get the night off, right? Well, I’m going to my interview. I’ll talk to you later, Ging.
Gingerdude: I don’t know how many times I’ve told you, Scott, but DON’T CALL ME - - -
The bathroom door swings shut as Ginger let’s out his last word.
Gingerdude: - - - GING!
He looks over to see Scott is no longer there and continues to wash his hands while shaking his head.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:41:06 GMT -5
Match 1: Battle Royal & Battle Royal winner vs Chris Chase Credit: Wayde Russeller Some wrestlers never seen before are already in the ring when we come back from commercial so it is apparently time for the Battle Royal Wayde made for tonight.Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman the next match is a BATTLE ROYAL. Already in the ring Ted Bonyan, Takenzo, and Brad Smith....... Ted looks like you would imagine Paul to look likeTakenzo looks like a modern day DBZ characterBrad Smith looks like a Middle Eastern soldierAnnouncer: And the final participant, making is way to the ring....LOGAN LOCKE!The fans explode as Smoke fills the entrance way as Mercy Drive "Burn My Light" plays on the speakers. Logan Locke walks arragontly through the smoke and raises his arms shoulder high and to the side. He then points to the entrance as Kelly Angel comes out. They both walk to the ring, not shaking any hands along the way. Logan slides into the ring and holds the ropes open as Kelly goes on the left Kelly then climbs into the ring showing off all their assests as the men, and some women, in the crowd go crazyEdison: Well McNally what do you think of Chairman Waydes first match made? McNally: I think it is GENIOUS. We have a couple new, weird, and freaky guys in there and we also have Logan Locke! He was a great wrestler in his time here until he got fired and apparently he is back thanks to Wayde Russeller! Match Synopsis: (OOC: Due to time restraints on myself and the show, the Battle Royal will be a synopsis) Beginning: The match starts off with Takenzo squaring of with Logan Locke and Bunyan with Smith. All four men are straight brawling in the ring. Logan and Bunyan come out on top of the brawl and start their attacks. Middle: The middle of this match sees Brad Smith get some kicks in, only to have Bunyan catch his foot and lift him in the air and over the top rope to the floor. Logan also hits Bunyan with The Breakdown (5 consecutive German Suplexes) and on the 5th one he throws him over the ropes. End: With just Takenzo and Locke left the match turns quick as both men are hitting moves on the run and in the air. Takenzo hits a move that amazes the fans. As Logan gets up Takenzo flies from the top rope holding his feet behind his back. As he comes down he releases his leg and roundhouse kicks Logan in the head. Unfortunately for Takenzo Logan is able to fight back and its a Ace Crusher (RKO) before throwing Takenzo out. Announcer: Your Winner.......LOGAN LOCKE!!! As Logan is still trying to get his breathe from the first match he is reminded of the second part of this match when "Mr. Motherfucker" by The Murderdolls erupts through the speakers as we see Chris Chase come out through the curtains to loud boos from the crowd. He walks down the entrance ramp with a fierce look in his eyes, ready to take out his anger on some poor soul. Chris just ignores the crowd as he runs up the ring steps and steps on to the ring apron. He looks among the crowd once more before stepping into the ring as "Mr. Motherfucker" by The Murder Dolls comes to a close. The bell rings and Chase runs across the ring and levels Locke with a clothesline. He picks him up and hits a Free at Last (Military Press into Spine Buster) Wayde looks out of it as the first match and the first move of this match seem to have taken its toll. He picks him again and hits a running power slam. He signals for the end as he grabs him hits a THUNDEROUS Capitol Punishment (Last Ride) he covers him. 1...2...3 "Mr. Motherfucker" comes on the loud speaker and Chris Chase stands over the fallen Locke. He had a great return debut in the battle royal but Chase got ruin his whole night. That makes him happy. After taking in the boo's for a little he turns and walks out of the ring as Logan climbs to his feet and walks to the back to a mixed reaction. Fade
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:42:53 GMT -5
I Need Da’ Cake....Sir (Credit: Jake n Jake) Like the segment title mentions, this segment is about a man needing his cake. And boy did he get it. Sure, this cake isn’t large like a sheet cake, but it definitely isn’t those small ass cakes that the have at kid birthday parties. It enough cake for a man to eat and afterward feel sick, but proud. And if you found a free cake, a fork sticking out of the left side and a knife on the right, who wouldn’t eat it? It is practically an invitation to come eat it. That cake wants to be eaten. At least tell yourself that as you sit down and dig in.
Sure, it isn’t the most appetizing cake. There are no extravagant decorations to provide a further invitation to feast upon the baked good. The cake is frosted with a plain white frosting. The only other color comes from gold writing in the middle of the cake with a message as plain as simple as the cake:
Thank You
And behind it, a weird shaped candle is lit. It looks like one of those number candles that are put into old people’s cakes so that they don’t burn down a building or set off a smoke alarm, but this isn’t any number I have ever seen. On second thought, it looks like a fist, with a thumb sticking up. That’s it: a thumbs up candle. But looking past the simplicity of the cake, it looks so damn delicious. A closer look at the white cream cheese frosting shows the real artistry of the cake. The way the frosting was spread is one thing, but it just looks so damn good from close up. Hey you! Yeah, you! Don’t drool on the cake!
And then the pure aesthetic beauty of the cake is destroyed when a finger is stuck into the side and run down to the table. Jake Steele sticks the frosting-covered tip of his finger into his mouth, moving the morsel around his tongue to get the full pleasure he can. Steele: Damn... dat's some good shit!What, do you think I was lying? No shit thats good shit! And as fast as you can read that last sentence, Jake Steele takes a seat at the table and cuts himself a good sized slice of cake. He takes the piece off and puts it onto a separate plate, allowing the viewers to see the inner parts of the cake itself. The layers of chocolate and vanilla twist and turn through the cake. I believe the technical term is marble.
But nonetheless, the cake is so moist and fresh that Steele can easily cut through with the blunt edge of his fork. He almost makes a little cream cheese frosting in his pants after taking the first bite. He looks down at the rest of the uncut cake and notices a small piece of paper sticking out of the middle. He slowly pulls out the paper and unfolds it. Hey Steele,
I’m not big on thanking, but you deserve some “props” for not cashing in your title show after my match last Saturday. I look forward to seeing you in the ring.
-Jake Cheng
P.S. I guess you finally got your cake.And suddenly Steele’s mind is racing. Is it posioned? How can something so delicious kill me? What if he is trying to get me fat so he will win easier? Maybe he is actually thanking me...but what could be possibly mean by finally getting my cake....
Maybe a meeting is in order. After I finish this.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:44:39 GMT -5
Segment: “Back for the Future” (Credit: Kudo)
FOOTAGE:
Kudo and Albright, who are picking up their partnership right where they left off are together once again to discuss future options for Kudo to gain more exposure for his cause. They are in Albright’s rather messy office discussing the matter.
Kudo: So what have you got for me today Albright?
Albright: Today? Today I have only to reiterate a very important factor in your career. In fact it’s your first R…Rebirth.
Kudo: Explain.
Albright: Okay, so let’s go back to way back when where me and you first started working together. This was just after your third match and your first title defense of something you’ve come to be known for holding – the ACW Entertainment championship. And in that match, you made a guarantee to the fans that you would debut a new move in your arsenal, one of 5 in your next title defenses. And you remember what that move was called?
Kudo: The Psycho Splash…
Albright: That’s right. You named it the Psycho Splash after yours truly, the great psychologist that had your back since you began in ACW.
Kudo: Yeah, it wasn’t because I just thought you were a psycho…but to be honest, I only used that move a couple times in my career. The high flying move didn’t work too well with my style and it added too much extra damage on my knees. I had to abandon it early. After all, my knees should be dealing damage not receiving it.
Albright: True. And that is the topic today; the Rebirth of yourself. You see there’s nothing wrong with trying new things. I encourage it as much as possible. But the true success comes from knowing what to keep and what not to. If you don’t learn to adapt then you’re handicapping yourself right from the start.
Kudo: Absolutely right.
Albright: And I know you have Rebirth as your first R in R-3, but that isn’t only because it is the first step, but also because it is the base for everything else. Without constant rebirthing and remolding, you will fall quickly like you’ve been noticing recently.
Kudo: So what can be done about it?
Albright: Well people always say learn from your mistakes, but people tend to forget to learn from their successes! In your case, go back to basics. Go back to innovation. Go back to what made you a star: Me. Err, I mean entertainment.
Kudo ponders about it for a while.
Albright: You don’t need a pasty white belt to be a champion of entertainment. And hey don’t worry, I’ll be behind you every step of the way. You are one of the most marketable people I’ve met in the wrestling business. You just need a little guidance and you’ll be golden.
Kudo: Going back to old…means innovation? Only you could have figured that Albright…
Albright: I know. I’m a mad genius.
Kudo: Either or.
The two shake hands and Kudo leaves the office content, as Albright shoves over some files and leans back, spinning on his comfy swivel chair.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:45:54 GMT -5
Damage Report Danny Mainer[/right] Sat alone on the couch of his cheap Vegas apartment is none other then the now ex-International champion. It's mid-day and the sun is blazing over the Nevada Desert as is the per usual but Danny has the blinds shut unlike his usual self who embraces the sun. He's pissed off to the height of just too muchery and rightfully so, he lost the International Title after a brutal and well-fought contest. He's suffering from "Title-Loss Depression" and it hit him quite hard, harder then when he lost to Jon Taylor by any stretch of the imagination. Now, The Six-String Shogun is sitting on the couch, his guitar, Angelica '68 leans against the coffee table in front of him with a cord in the output jack not connected to anything. He takes a heavy sigh as he pines for Championship Gold. Suddenly, walking into the room is none other then Caitlynn Dufraisne carrying a cup of coffee on a sauce. She swings into the room with a beaming smile on her face tainted only by the sympathy that she feels for Danny and his loss of a title. She puts the cup of coffee in front of Danny who is just looking into his hands twirling his thumbs round each other, completely lost as if he were in a trance. The smell of hot coffee wakes him from this daze though and he turns and utters a quiet thank you. He picks the white cup up with both hands and takes a sip of the cappucino bestowed upon him by the loving woman in his life. He turns and smiles but then sighs and Caitlynn's usually cheerful demeanor is dropped into a sigh also. Danny: Urgh... I feel like shit.With the negative gesture, Caitlynn extends an arm and pats Danny on the back reassuringly. Danny tries to avoid making eye-contact with the woman in his life. Caitlynn: I know honey, I know but you really shouldn't. I mean, you're leading a life that many men can't even dream of.Danny: I know but that's what's making me feel worse, I fucked up on a grand stage and ended up right back on square 1. I'm covered with fucking wounds from 2 brutal matches and now I've gotta' deal with that dickshift Silencio. I don't know if I can handle it.Caitlynn: Yeah but even without wrestling, you were voted in High School "Most Likely to be Awesome" and that's exactly how you turned out. I mean albeit, TK controlled the vote stations on that one but you still won it. I mean, you're a here Danny to all the fans out there. You wrestle, you shred wild riffs and as someone said on your official forums, "tapping a banging hot piece of ass" so I really don't think you need to worry about anything baby.Danny: I know all this Cat, I know I have the potential to do something but now that Jake is immune from me challenging him I'm stranded on an island of no titles and with Jake's new focus and intensity this won't be a repeat of his World Heavyweight Title run. I have nothing anymore, I'm stranded... I'm broken.Suddenly, Caitlynn grabs Danny's face and twists it towards her taking an entirely serious demeanor. Caitlynn: Danny. Listen to me. You're not stranded. International Championship is a thing of the past. You don't need it. You should be aiming higher, after Heatwave is Emperor of the Ring and if you win you get a guaranteed title shot, something which Gingerdude seems to be giving out like candy lately. If you win that not only can you trump the No-Rematch clause, or Hell, you don't even have to attack the International Title. It could be the Entertainment Title or... OOH. This is it Danny, THIS is a sign. It's time for you to finally accomplish your DREAM.Danny: You mean it?Caitlynn: Of course I do. It's time for you to take the throne, become the top of the pack. WORLD. HEAVYWEIGHT. CHAMPION. Danny, you've been waiting 3 odd years for this and it's NOT stopping now. Danny, you have all the tools and skills to be the champion. You just have to harness that energy. I believe in you, the fans believe in you, Dimitri who god-help him is making a wonderful recovery right now believes in you, I mean fuck, ANTHRAX believes in you and he's the ultimate nihilist. Danny, this is your destiny. Emperor of the Ring is yours for the taking. You just have to stand tall and believe!Danny: Believe in WHAT?! That I'm a hopeless fuck up of a competitor? That I can't accomplish the simplest of tasks? If I can't beat Jake then what mak-Caitlynn: SHUT. UP. DANNY. You're being a moron, you've been waiting YEARS for your run at the top, you quit GWF because they never gave you opportunities. You've been training since you were a kid, since you kicked that fat kid who stole my teddy-bear in the chin all those years ago. Now's your time Danny, do it for me, do it for ACW and most of all... do it for yourself.Danny: But HOW?! I've been through 2 highly dangerous contests in the past week. A Texas Tornado Street Fight in which I got put head-spiked onto the steel ramp, Northern Lights dropped onto thumbtacks FROM THE TOP ROPE and every other painful manoeuvre under the sun. How can I take all that, come out with nothing and believe?Caitlynn: Because the world LOVES you Danny. Scars are nothing, it's power of will. Some of the greatest people alive climbed Mount Everest with severed limbs or their heads hanging off their necks by a strand. You're a perfectly capable human being and you CAN AND WILL win Emperor of the Ring. Now, go to bed, I'm going to find that bunny-girl suit that you like! Are you going to join me for a good night or are you going to wallow in self-despair because of a title that isn't even THAT important?Danny's eyes light up now and he immediately perks his ears. Danny: Bunny-girl suit? SOLD.Caitlynn: We'll work on the Emperor of the Ring plans in the morning, trust me. With my managerial skills there is NO WAY IN HELL that you are going to lose. You got that baby?Danny: Got that, let's roll!And with that, the 2 young lovers bound off the couch for a night of fun and enjoyment. Caitlynn's words have finally sank in and spurred on The Six-String Shogun. With the onset of a steamy night for the former King of Vegas, Danny appears now to be fully motivated. Will Emperor of the Ring be the night that catapults The Six-String Shogun from Uppercard Ultra-Expert to Main Event Master? We'll see, but first thing is first and that is Silencio. Once he's been eradicated all will be well. Onto Heatwave. FADE
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:47:06 GMT -5
Match 2: Mr. Red vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: Bryce)
[Match start] As the bell rings the match starts with the two men immediately locking up in the centre of the ring. Mr. Red is more aggressive than Hughes, however using his 20lb weight advantage Hughes manages to calmly bring Mr. Red down with a snapmare. Hughes appearing to be calm and collective, proceeds to follow up with a reverse chinlock. The crowd look to be a bit confused as to who to get behind, and after a short time Hughes decides it's best to relinquish the hold and promptly brings Mr. Red back to his feet. Hughes briefly looks around the crowd before setting up Mr. Red for a snap suplex, however as Hughes attempts to lift Mr. Red off of the ground he is met with a very unsportsmanlike eye poke! Taken aback by both surprise and pain Hughes stumbles backwards towards the ropes nearest ropes, as Hughes rebounds off of the ropes he is by a leaping Mr. Red who executes a swing-around DDT, driving Hughes head first into the mat! The crowd react with a few "oooohs" and "aaaahs" at the impact of the move, as Mr. Red looks to put his opponent away early in the match by hooking the leg for the pinfall...1...2...kickout! Sections of the crowd let out cheers as Hughes manages to escape in time.
[Match middle] Slightly annoyed by a kickout from Hughes, but by no means flustered Mr. Red continues his attack on Hughes by aiding a still quite dazed Hughes to his feet before then bringing him back to earth with a harshly executed dropkick. However this time as Hughes meets the mat for the second time, Mr. Red decides against the pinfall, instead preferring to make his way to the ropes. He ducks under the top before placing himself on the ring apron, Mr. Red signals to the crowd before grabbing a hold of the ropes to leap on top of them! As Mr. Red lands on the top rope he almost immediately leaps off again to execute what looks to be a springboard senton onto his downed opponent; however instead of making contact with Hughes as intended Mr. Red instead lands back first onto the ring canvas, to which he can only respond with loud groans as Hughes rolls away. The crowd erupt as they begin to partly get behind Hughes!
[Match end] A short amount of time passes by as Hughes attempts to recover to his feet, using the ropes as an aid. Mr. Red is still sparked out in the centre of the ring where he crashed and burned thanks to intelligent thinking from Hughes. Finally Hughes manages to return to a vertical base, and immediately his attention switches to putting away his opponent in the match. He makes his way over to where Mr. Red is laying on the canvas and bends over to bring him to his feet. However, Mr. Red was playing possum! Mr. Red grabs a hold of Hughes's tights and pulls his opponent to the ground to pin his opponent! He tries to use all his remaining energy to arch his body as the referee goes to count the pin...1...2...2.5...kickout! The crowd go crazy as somehow despite the dirty tactics from Mr. Red, Hughes is still able to somehow escape the 3 count. Mr. Red from being both exhausted and in disbelief collapses back onto the ring canvas. Hughes however spots an opening, dragging himself to his feet again. This time he pulls an equally exhausted Mr. Red to his feet, where the two stand in the centre of the ring, both using the other as an aid. Hughes however is the one who takes the initiative and puts into Mr. Red into a set up for a suplex. However, in what looks to be a spot of déjà vu Mr. Red uses his last energy to eye poke Hughes...no to attempt to eye poke Hughes that is! Hughes this time sees it coming and dodges out of the way; meaning Mr. Red is sent off balance! Hughes knows this is the best opening he will get, and doesn't waste it. He uses Mr. Red's off balance to quickly lift him into the air to hit the Showpiece but Mr. Red manages to swing his weight around and catch Hughes in a Crucifix Pin to win the match.
[Winner] Mr. Red
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:47:52 GMT -5
Title: The Wrong Foot Credit: A.C. Evans
The bittersweet taste of defeat still lingers. Every time I think about it, I only think of things that I would've done differently. From this point on, I've got to accept the fact that I was simply robbed of my chance at the World title. No worry though, I decimated Mr. Red and if that didn't a message to the people of the ACW, nothing will.
We fade up to the scene of A.C. Evans walking down the hallway. He has his back turned to the camera and is wearing a white shirt with matching white pants. He flips his hair a bit and turns the corner. Standing next to a member of the ACW stage crew is no one other than Mr. Russo himself. Russo seems to be getting after the worker as he scurries away. Russo has a cup of coffee in his hand as he glances around. He sees Evans walking up to him and takes a sip of the coffee. Evans flips his hair once again and begins to speak to Russo. Their eyes never met however.
This man has the ability to see me for who I really am..
A.C. EVANS:[/color] I was looking for you..
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] Why? So you can bother me like the rest of ACW? Wait, lemme' guess. You want a match against somebody or a shot at a title, don't you.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] I'm entitled to one...
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] ENTITLED?! Says whom, exactly?
A.C. EVANS:[/color] I eliminated Red at Seven Deadly Sins. In my book, that more than qualifies me for a shot at the Entertainment title. I want what's mine..
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] You expect me to reward you?
I say nothing, simply looking down at the ground, He obviously doesn't take to kindly to me. Frankly, it doesn't bother me.
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] You're a loser, Evans. You lost that match at Seven Deadly Sins and you expect me to reward you! You're good for nothing, really. You're not an asset to this company by any means. Evans, you've got no talent and you expect me to give you a shot. You trot up here dressed like Dylan Klebold, and you're begging me for a hand out. Just who do you think you are, exactly?
I don't even know who I am. I stay quiet.
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] Don't you have the balls to reply to me?
Fortitude was something I rarely showed. I obviously had it and Russo invoked something in me at that moment.
A.C. EVANS:[/color] ..I...DESERVE...THAT..BELT!
I couldn't help but scream in his face.
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] Evans, I don't like you and frankly you can rot for all I care. As a matter of fact, I'd offer you the night off, but I still have to pay you. Since you're already here, we might as well make good use of you. Heh, I got it. You won't be competing tonight. You'll be the timekeeper for tonight's main event!
A.C. EVANS:[/color] And if I refuse?
STEPHAN RUSSO:[/color] You'll be in the unemployment line.
Russo smirks as he laughs a bit and walks off. Evans shakes his head and continues the other way.
A timekeeper...I'll be more than that..
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:49:35 GMT -5
Segment: This black on black crime is sickening (Credit: Dan White/BK London)
The segment opens up in one of the many corridors of the ACW arena where the ACW Heavyweight Champion, BK London, is taking time out to chat it up with a few of the less than popular Fallout talent. The Lost Boys and Brian Carnage, a few of Fallout's veterans, listen carefully to the words spoken by BK London, but the fans in the arena aren't so appreciative of the new ACW Champion. As he appears on screen, the fans begin booing BK London furiously as he continues to give the stars his words of "wisdom".
BK London: ...and then I hit my classic finisher, From Brooklyn to London on Fallen Souls to win this baby right here, my third ACW Heavyweight Championship. It wasn't as easy as it looks I tell ya, that Fallen Souls had every advantage in the book. It took almost everything I had inside me to defeat him, but I did, and now I stand before you AC...W...
BK London snaps his fingers twice at the wandering eyes of the Fallout stars.
BK London: Hey! Hey! Pay attention, if you want to make it big like me, you've got to pay attention. What are you looking at anyway?
BK notices the duo looking over his shoulder, and he turns, to see "The Welsh Dragon" Dan White standing behind him, which sends the crowd loopy. Dan managed to defeat the demon that was plaguing his career and life at 7 Deadly Sins, and has finally been able to free himself, and choose his path by himself.
Dan: You know, BK, it's all fine and well winning championships by sticking your tongue so far up authority's arse that they can actually feel it tickling their neck, but then again I suppose you have never been one to legitimately win championships.
BK looks less than impressed with the Welsh Dragon. He turns around and stands before the Tag Team Champion so that the title strap is firmly in Dan's view. Exit, stage left by the Fallout Talent, and now the scene is focused solely on the two champions.
BK London: Do I sense some animosity here? Possibly because a certain someone isn't a three time ACW Heavyweight Champion - no no, not even a ONE TIME ACW Heavyweight Champion. No no no, he gets to stand here with the consolation prize for his four long years in ACW - a Tag Team Championship. You're lucky Jake and I haven't decided to come after your belt as of yet...
Dan smirks, as he taps the belt with his left index finger.
Dan: You know, BK. I've been here for almost four years now, and I can't imagine I've ever spent more than about 90 minutes in the same vicinity as you. But I want to make something perfectly clear. I don't like authority. I don't like Stephen Russo, I don't like Chairman Gingerdude, I never liked Mercer Stanton, and you have to be certain that I only befriended WCW 98 in order to get places in ACW. And if I don't like authority, I certainly don't like those that hang about with authority, in order to earn cheap title wins that mean jack shit.
There's a bit of a cheer coming from the crowd, as the two stare at each other, neither preparing to lose contact.
BK London: Oh boo hoo. Are you done Dan? Are ya? Because I seem to hear the pot calling the frying pan black - or whatever that quote is. You say you befriended WCW 98 to get places in ACW, well guess what, I did the exact same thing with Stephan Russo. Russo is the one who took me out of my rut and who helped put me at the top of ACW, much like WCW 98 ATTEMPTED to do for you. The only difference between those two scenarios is that I became successful, whereas you...you continued to live a life of mediocrity. Once you win the belt in this business, then you can step to me, but until then step out of my way junior.
Dan doesn't take lightly to the insult, squaring up even closer to BK, but calms himself down.
Dan: Junior, huh?
BK London: Junior.
BK London: You know, I don't need to take a history lesson from someone who has a reputation for being authority's arsewipe. You know fine well that I'd kick your arse so soundly that they'd need dental records to prove who you are. If I haven't already knocked your teeth so far into your brain that the only thing you'd be able to say is “I'm BK London, I'm a huge tremendous tool” over and over again.
BK isn't pleased with Dan's smack talk, and squares up to him. And unlike Dan, he isn't ready to calm himself down.
BK London: Enough with the lame ass kicking jokes Dan, are you challenging me to a match? Because I've been itching to teach another ACW veteran a lesson.
Dan smirks again, taking a step backwards.
Dan: BK, I don't want a fight. I'm happy letting you pretend that your title win meant something in this hole of a federation. But believe me, one day, that title will be wrapped around my waist. I am the sinner, and you can't even imagine what lengths I'll take to make sure that happens. The Revolution is nigh, and soon it will be time to say 'sayonara' to you and your little establishment.
BK breathes heavily once, but retorts in the most fitting way possible.
BK London: Whatever, man. I don't have time for this. If you don't want to fight me like a man, than this conversation doesn't need to go on any longer. Now if you excuse me, I have an opponent to scout..
He nudges Dan out the way.
BK London: See you around...
BK leaves the scene, having perhaps won this battle of words against Dan. But Dan is certainly not ready to let BK leave his radar too soon, and even if he isn't planning a title shot any time soon, it's only a matter of time before it happens.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:52:07 GMT -5
Match 3: G-Unit vs. Jason Cage & Alex Gonzalez (Credit: G-Unit)
The fans begin to get agitated and can’t wait for the next match to begin.
Phillip: This next tag match is scheduled for one fall...introducing first hailing from the country of Canada they are the 4 time former tag team champions....G-UNIT!!!
Defy you by Offspring begins to play and G-Unit come out to the ring to a round of pops from the crowd. They get into the ring and pose for the fans and then wait for their opponents.
Phillip: And their opponents...hailing from the United States of America...and at a combined weight of 456 pounds....Jason Cage and ALEX GONZALEZ
I'm too sexy plays as a red carpet is rolled down the ramp and "The LA Looker" Alex Gonzalez and Jason Cage stroll down the ramp. So called fans and admirers crowd around him and Crystal, who kiss and laugh while Jason just taunt various fans in attendance. 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. Jason slides into the ring in the meantime and poses in front of the fans.
While the music begins to fade out Gooey and Jonny decide that Gooey would begin the fight for their team while Jason starts up the fight for his.
*bell rings*
So the bell rings and the match gets under way. Gooey circles the ring around Alex but Alex just stands in the centre of the ring and just pivots around making sure to keep his eye on him at all times. Then suddenly, Gooey charges at him quick and sudden thus causing Alex to fall back into the ropes behind him. Both men get into a collar-bone tie up, which then after a few moments is broken up by the ref for being up against the ropes. Gooey breaks the hold by whipping Alex into the opposite ropes and meeting him with a backbody drop. Alex scurries over to the apron and stands up on the apron. Gooey moves over to the apron and goes to grab Alex by the head but Alex throws over a punch at Gooey which catches him on the side of the head. Alex then reaches for the head of Gooey and then hangs his neck up on the top rope. While Gooey holds his neck while he runs around the ring in pain, Alex climbs up the turnbuckle and while Jonny tries to grab the attention of Gooey, to tell him it doesn’t work out in the end because Alex jumps off and lands the Ugly-Maker right on the top of the head of Gooey causing both men to fall to the mat.
Jonny begins to bang on his respective turnbuckle and Jason does the exact same thing on his. The crowd begins to clap to motivate both competitors some more and both opponents begin to move to their respective turnbuckles. Pretty much at the same time they both tag their partners and the crowd pops huge for them. They both rush into the ring and Jason goes for a flying forearm but Jonny ducks under the forearm and gets behind Jason and is able to quickly roll him up into a school boy pin. As he struggles to hold down the pin, the ref begins to count.
1...2....3!
Jonny slides out of the ring as fast as he came into the ring, and just like that, G-Unit picks up a win for their team.
Phillip: Here are your winners...G-UNIT!!!
Defy you begins to play once again and Jonny pulls Gooey up to his feet as they begin to make their way to the back to enjoy their win that they earned for the night.
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Post by BK London on Aug 7, 2008 15:53:31 GMT -5
Go With the Flow (Birth of a God: Chapter 1) (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[Henry's initial visit to Germany was supposed to last two weeks but, thanks to a new financial incentive, it seemed like the “Blonde Bomber” was going to stick around till the end of the month. Sure the extended visit and pay was nice, but at times Henry found it hard to justify sticking around when he was getting his teeth kicked in every other night by men who outweighed him by upwards of 150lbs and loomed over him a good foot and a half. It turned out the German crowd loved to see good-looking American boys get absolutely mauled by monsters and when you're promoter blames his psychosis on his father dying at American hands on the beaches of Normandy – he was more than happy to sign Henry to his oblivion.]
[The man who seemed to have the most fun dominating Henry in the ring was a tall beast of a man who you could argue was a gentle giant due to his style of dress and how he carried himself. His name was Johann Kroenen and not too much was known about him besides the fact that he could make you literally feel his height when he destroyed you with his signature Jackknife Powerbomb. Rumor went around back that Kroenen's mother was from a well-to-do family in Munich who was raped by the sideshow attractions at a traveling circus. Distraught after his birth, his mother put a gun to her head and the 7'0” beast named Johann was raised by his grandparents. Kroenen didn't particularly like talking to anyone else in the locker room, but you could always tell what was going on in his mind just from the look in his eyes. Right about now, Henry knew that he was about to be put away.]
[The first show of his third week in Germany, Henry had been booked against the beast Kroenen and it really went downhill from there. Before the bell rang when he was getting patted down by the referee, a distracted Henry McKaye ate the hardest big boot he had ever felt in his life from Kroenen. Anywhere else, a move so blatantly illegal would've had the audience on their feet booing, but instead they laughed as a stunned Henry stumbled to his feet. As Kroenen nonchalantly leaned against the ropes with a smirk on his face, obviously proud of his work, Henry pushed his long blonde hair out of his face and stared out into the crowd in shock. “What's wrong with these people?”, he thought. Inside, Henry could feel his blood boiling as he watched the Dresden mock him. Normally, the cool, calm, and confident veteran would ignore the crowd and focus on the beast of a man behind him, but not this time. Henry jumped out of the ring and immediately rushed the crowd barricades. Thankfully for the audience, security was quick to grab Henry before he could get his hands on anyone. As security dragged him to the back office to confront the WXW promotor, Henry was counted out giving Kroenen the win.]
Ludwig Halder: Just what the hell did you think you were doing out there?
[Henry, still red with anger, refused to speak, much less acknowledge, at the thin, well-dressed man who signed his paycheck.]
Ludwig Halder: Seriously, Mr. McKaye, I expected a man of your experience and reputation would be above assaulting the paying audience because they heckled you.
[Sweaty and exasperated, Henry had finally had enough and jumped out of his seat to get nose to nose with Halder. Henry's long hair was a mess and his red, white, and blue tights were ripped from his scuffle with security.]
Henry McKaye: Heckled? Every show my car has either a new flat tire or another broken window! It's bad enough you put me up against every man on the roster who is above my weight class and I walk out every show with a new ache and pain. So, you tell me something, Halder, if you were getting your property vandalized, your body destroyed, and then get laughed at for just barely enough money to make it all worth it... you wouldn't snap?
[Halder's cool demeanor forced a small smirk on his face as he refused to flinch.]
Ludwig Halder: What my reactions would be have nothing to do with what happened out there. Those people paid to see you wrestle Johann Kroenen, and instead they have their life threatened by an almost out of his prime American never-was. You know, right now I'm just too disgusted to even think of appropriate punishment for such disrespectful behavior – but I can tell you this much: as long as you're under contract with me here, you and Mr. Kroenen are going to be quite cozy. Now, until I can come up with a more suitable punishment, you will face Johann Kroenen every week in a relaxed rules match.
Henry McKaye: Fine, but don't cry to me when I put your future “superstar” on the shelf for that little stunt he pulled out there tonight!
[Henry flipped his chair over as he stormed out of the office and into the WXW backstage area. Security had hung around in case anything had happened with Halder, but dispersed once they saw Henry leave without someone else's blood on his hands. As Henry made his way to his locker room, all he could think about was his wife and daughter at home and how none of this seemed worth it anymore. The beatings, the humiliation... all for what? Enough money to keep them out of the red? Nicole had been right... a normal job could solve all of their proble...]
Johann Kroenen: So, this is that American temper I've heard so much about?
[Henry spun around to see the tall, looming physique of Kroenen standing in the distance. Kroenen had already changed back into his chic dress shirt and vest and looked like a giant, gothic Rex Harrison. Kroenen swaggered his way towards Henry with a smirk on his face as Henry took a defensive stance.]
Johann Kroenen: Relax, my little friend, I'll have plenty of time to demolish you in the future from what I've heard. Right now, I'm coming to you with a message of peace... temporary peace, but peace all the same.
[Henry remain silent with his fists clenched as the cocky German paced around him with smug grin.]
Johann Kroenen: You know, Mr. McKaye, when I first saw you in my WXW ring, I figured you were just another American pissant who came to my beloved promotion for the sake of claiming to have wrestled in Germany. So, you can imagine my surprise when I see you keep coming back for more when my brothers in arms in the Heavyweight division took turns breaking you. Still, you didn't impress me... but tonight, when you jumped that barricade... easily the best thing I've seen you do yet.
[Kroenen wrapped both of his large hands on Henry's shoulders and leaned in to whisper into his ear. Henry, slowly positioned his own fists to hit Kroenen straight in the lower midsection if the situation called for it.]
Johann Kroenen: I'm so sick of all this “pandering” to the fans business. They're all band-wagon jumpers, you know? One minute they love you, the next they're totally indifferent to your fight... your pain... your struggle... but you don't need me to tell you that, do you? You've been doing this for... how long now? 13 years? Aren't you just sick and tired of having to depend on people anymore?
Henry McKaye: Just what exactly are you getting at?
Johann Kroenen: Me? Oh, nothing, Mr. McKaye. Just making a little small talk... and an offer. See, I've been getting dicked around in this company for a year or so now, and, frankly, I'm a little sick of it. I know I'm better than the “elite” who run around here with their nose in the air. So, why wait for my turn at the top if it ever does come, when I can simply take it now? Problem is... well... I can't take it alone. I'm not easily satisfied, Henry, as I'm sure you've noticed by how thorough I am when I hurt people. The domination I want is absolute... and to do that I'll need every division under my control. Now, obviously, I have the heavyweights... but that leaves the tag and the light heavyweight divisions...
Henry McKaye: Forget it. I don't plan on sticking around this hellhole when my contract is up in a month... besides, why would I ever want to help you in the first place after that little stunt you pulled tonight?
[Kroenen giggled in Henry's ear as he patted the smaller man on the shoulders.]
Johann Kroenen: Don't play dumb with me, McKaye... every man has their vice. We all have something we cling to in times of need... now, what's your's? Women... booze... drugs... or money? You don't strike me as someone who'd be addicted to any sort of chemical or enhancements... and by the ring on your finger I can tell you're happily married... so that leaves money. Well, Mr. McKaye, do me a favor and remember “to the victor goes all the spoils”... I'll be seeing you, McKaye.
[Kroenen pushed off of Henry's shoulders and another coy grin flashed on his face as he turned his back to Henry and walked away. Henry knew this was Kroenen's way of giving him an opportunity to attack him from behind as a test, and Henry wasn't entirely sure what Kroenen wanted him to do. So, instead of attacking, Henry turned his own back and walked in the opposite direction the hulking aristocrat.]
[There was no way he could ever join with Kroenen. The man's a barbarian in and outside of the ring, despite how “well-mannered” he appeared. Besides, just a few more weeks and he'd be out of Germany and this whole nightmare would be out of his head. All he would have to do is survive and live to see his last day out.]
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