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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:53:01 GMT -5
Segment: “Ready to Rumble” (Credit: Kudo)
Charlotte King stands backstage with Kudo Yasuda when ACW television returns to Meltdown. Kudo is dressed for battle, completely in his wrestling attire with his sunglasses on as he seems anxious to get in the ring.
Charlotte: Kudo, with all that has happened between you and Jake Cheng over the years, how do you prepare for this match going into tonight?
Kudo doesn’t hesitate with his response.
Kudo: I don’t prepare Charlotte. That is to say, I am already prepared. I’ve been prepared to take the stage in a junior heavyweight challenge my entire life. This is what I live for. The chance to go up against another junior heavyweight and bring that style of wrestling to the world and get the level of exposure that is deserved. If I’m only preparing now, I’m preparing for a loss against Jake Cheng. An International championship match against the 4 time Light Heavyweight champion? This isn’t something you just walk into.
Charlotte: Of course Kudo, you’ve never been International champion. In fact, the last championship belt you had was the Light Heavyweight championship and the one who dethroned you was none other than Jake Cheng. What would it mean to Kudo Yasuda to win the International title from Jake Cheng?
Kudo: Like I said before. This is the kind of stage most junior heavyweights strive to be a part of, and here I am, with a chance to win a top title and get revenge on a rival in Jake Cheng. To be able to strip the title from him would be icing on the cake on a personal level.
Charlotte: On to more recent events however, how are you responding to Wayde Russeller and Bryce targeting you the past few events?
Kudo: How am I responding? Well the best thing I could do right now is to not respond to them at all. What have they done recently? They talk trash, attack people behind their backs and well, talk more trash. Meanwhile I’ve got an International Championship match tonight and from the bottom of the card to be challenging for the International championship is something I knew would come with patience, something those two severely lack.
Charlotte: So it’s safe to say that you aim to respond with your actions in the ring tonight against Jake Cheng then?
Kudo: Absolutely. It’ll be like taking out 4 birds with one stone.
Charlotte: Four?
Kudo: I get to take out rival Jake Cheng, I get to win the International Championship, and the 2 most annoying birds of all can do nothing but watch the inevitable success of a true junior heavyweight.
Charlotte: Well there you have it everyone, Kudo Yasuda on his way to another battle for ACW gold, only the second time in over a year. Catch it here only on ACW, next!
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:54:55 GMT -5
Segment: The tell-all interview (Credit: XS3) The camera then cuts to a shot of Seymour McFadden standing in front of the door to the production truck. The crowd is in full force with booing as he enters the truck without even knocking first. With a grin on his face, Seymour heads over to the man manning the segments and promos and hands him the tape.Seymour: "Here it is. The interview with XS3's wife. Please play it." The producer looks at the tape with a small hint of concern and goes to put it in the VCR. Before he pushes it in completely, he takes one last look at Seymour.Producer: "You do realize that XS3 is going to rip your head off your shoulders if he sees this, right?" Seymour: "That's a risk I'm willing to take. Now get on with it!" With a shrug of his shoulders, the producer pushes the tape into the VCR and all eyes are now on the Alphatron…------------------------------------ HATCHER AND SEYMOUR MCFADDEN PRESENT A CITIZENS LOBBYING INTELLIGENTLY AGAINST TYRANNY PRODUCTION "MY DINNER WITH CHRISTINE" 08/18/08 10:38 AM ------------------------------------ The first image we see is a shot of Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada. The camera is focused on the many buildings that are being driven past, including the local convenience store, which has a poster for ACW Heatwave. As we continue to see more buildings, we hear Seymour's voice in the background.Seymour: "Okay Hatchet, I'm making my way over there now. Is our guest ready? … Good. I'll see you there." Finally, the vehicle pulls up to the driveway of XS3's house. The house, like usual, is surrounded with an open landscape and a numerous amount of trees; some of which look like they could tell a story worth twenty years if they could talk while others look freshly planted. Seymour takes the camera and walks up the stairs before opening the front door. Once he enters, Seymour makes his way towards the hallway and searches for the last door on the right. Sure enough, he enters and the camera gets a shot of the main bedroom. A vase of flowers is seen on the ground, obviously thrown as an attempt of desperation.Seymour: "Feisty little minx, aren't we?" Seymour then turns the camera towards the twisted face of Hatchet, who has a small grin on his face. He motions his way towards a chair and a tripod for the camera to rest. Seymour then sets the camera down on the tripod and we now see a good view of the two chairs sitting opposite from each other. Seymour takes his seat and in the other seat, we see none other than Christine. Her mascara is seen running down her face as it is revealed that she has her hands and feet tied to the chair and she has a piece of duct tape on her mouth. Hatchet takes the tape on Christine's mouth and rips it off, allowing her to gasp for breath.Seymour: "Now before we go on with this interview, I wish to show you something." Seymour reaches into his coat pocket and brandishes a handgun. Christine's eyes go wide as she begins to whimper.Seymour: "You see Christine, we're not as bad as we want you to believe. We're very aware of the fact that you're pregnant." Seymour glances down briefly at the stomach of Christine, who has approximately three months pregnant now. Christine once again begins to cry, wondering what this psycho has in mind. Suddenly, he takes the gun and sets it on the nightstand next to her. Christine looks down at it, confused, before turning back to Seymour.Seymour: "The last thing I want is to waste a human life. So that gun there is in the event that if we do something that causes you to miscarriage. If Hatchet or I take your child's life… I will compromise mine." Christine shows a small hint of fear but she nonetheless nods, not wanting to give up her and XS3's child. Seymour then puts one of his legs over the other and stares deep into Christine's eyes. Hatchet takes a seat on the bed, watching on with interest.Seymour: "Now if you can answer these three questions, we'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. First question, how does it feel when your husband is away from you to go do wrestling?" For Christine, this question is all too familiar to her and without hesitating, she inhales before continuing.Christine: "I have no problem with Matt leaving to do the one thing he's loved since childhood. All I can do is support him, just like he supports our baby and me on his days off." Seymour nods, showing a brief hint of disinterest in her answer in his eyes. Hatchet has the same expressionless look on his face as Christine pauses to look down at her bound hands.Seymour: "Second question. How does it feel to be neglected because--" Christine looks up at Seymour with a look of anger on her face.Christine: "You son of a bitch!" Hatchet stands up from the bed and gets right in the face of Christine, who tries backing off but is completely helpless. Seymour motions for Hatchet to sit back down and he unwillingly complies.Seymour: "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, how does it feel to be neglected because of XS3's thirst for vengeance and the desire to let his deceased wife rest in peace when it's obvious he should move on?" As soon as Seymour is done speaking, Christine once again doesn't hesitate from speaking what's on her mind.Christine: "Listen Seymour, I would never, EVER feel neglected as long as I am with my husband. We have been there for each other ever since Kirsten was killed…" Christine shoots Hatchet a glare but he chooses to ignore it.Christine: "…and that's how we plan on staying. No one, not even you, is going to drive us apart and with God as my witness, you two will pay for your sins, regardless of what you think otherwise." Seymour nods and turns to Hatchet, who still shows no sign of expression on his face. Seymour then turns back to Christine and gives a grin, as if he knows he can stump Christine with this next question. Hatchet nods, knowing what's coming.Seymour: "Now for the last question and this is a two-part question so bear with me on this one. First of all…" Seymour takes a look at Hatchet before turning back to Christine.Seymour: "…is it true that you had sex with Nick Durden?" Christine's eyes once again go wide and her fists clench, turning white with pure rage. She desperately wants to lash out Seymour and end this whole thing. But what stops her is fear. Christine takes a small glance at Hatchet, who glances at the handgun on the nightstand. In the back of her mind, Christine is contemplating the consequences already. She glances down at the floor with tears in her eyes and speaks in a quiet tone.Christine: "…yes." Finally, Hatchet breaks his expressionless state with a grin, chuckling to himself. Seymour also smiles but not as gleefully.Seymour: "And would you care to elaborate on why you slept with Durden?" Christine once again sighs, knowing that she can’t win in this situation. The tears begin to fall from her eyes as she looks up at Seymour.Christine: "…Nick and I were having stress in our lives… His girlfriend Renix got an offer to go to SHIMMER and couldn't be there for him. But for me, I was so focused on watching Matt rise to the top of ACW that I had almost forgotten that… that…" Seymour: "That?" Hatchet pauses to stroke his chin, intent on hearing the reason why she did it.Christine: "…that he had obligations. I needed him to be there when his daughters Samantha and Kira died. I needed him to be there when his brother Parker died. There was always something with the Entourage that interrupted our time together… It drove me crazy… So… I met Durden on that fateful day…" Christine once again looks down at the floor, noticing a teardrop briefly staining the rug.Christine: "And I'm so sorry." At this point in time, Seymour has heard all he needed to hear and he stands up along with Hatchet. Christine inclines her head and sniffles before looking up at Seymour.Seymour: "Well thank you for taking part in this interview, Mrs. Irvine. There's a fact that has now become painfully clear to us." Seymour then lifts his hand up, causing Christine to wince and look away. Seymour begins stroking strands of Christine's hair before leaning in.Seymour: "Matt Irvine does not care about you." Seymour then gets to a full vertical base and Christine slowly turns to see him. She begins shaking with anger as she glares at him, tears in her eyes and rage in her tone.Christine: "You think you have me figured out? You think you have the Irvines figured out? You don't know a fucking thing about us, you pathetic bigot! I swear to god, Matt is going to destroy Hatchet at Heatwave and then he'll get his hands on you and give you the ass kicking you deserve!" Seymour chuckles and Hatchet tilts his head, cracking his neck, before giving a sadistic grin.Seymour: "We'll see about that. Have a good day, you shallow whore." Seymour then grabs the handgun and camera and begins to walk out of the room with Hatchet following close behind. Christine struggles to get out of her bonds as she screams:Christine: "YOU FUCKING COWARDS! MATT WILL GET HIS REVENGE ON YOU!" The door is then slammed shut as Seymour and Hatchet make their way down the hallway, obviously enjoying hearing Christine scream in the background. Seymour turns the camera towards Hatchet and clears his throat.Seymour: "Now then, is there anything else you would like to say to XS3?" Hatchet: "Absolutely. XS3, this is only going to be the beginning of the end. At Heatwave, I will be the one who will sign your death warrant and I will cripple you so bad, your little brat is going to wonder why his father grew up to be a shell of his former self." Seymour then begins laughing along with Hatchet. Mixed in with Christine's faint screams, the scene is a disturbing one indeed as Seymour switches off the camera, causing the picture to turn to static.------------------------------------ Fin. ------------------------------------ The last image of the interview is now shown on a small TV. Standing in front of the TV is XS3, nursing a bandage on his head. In the background, XS3's teammates Jake Steele and Thunder Train look on with a small hint of concern for XS3's well being. The camera zooms in on XS3's expressionless face, the last image we see before we mercifully cut away from this somber scene.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:57:58 GMT -5
Segment: Top of the Ladder (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up, and almost immediately we're treated to “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols. The crowd immediately pop, but there are a number of fans who pretty much turn their back on Dan, unhappy at the actions he and Snake took to controversially retain their belts at Warfare last week. It was indeed controversial enough to ensure that both men were jeered out of the building, and surely Dan is going to have to talk a great deal in order to get them back on his side. He walks down the ramp and goes to enter the ring, but instead turns, and throws open the ring apron. He pulls out a ladder, much to the huge pop from the crowd, and he pushes it through the ropes, into the ring. He enters it himself, setting it up, and taking a microphone. He climbs the ladder, reaching the top and turning around, sitting down on it. What's curious is that he's not wearing any of his titles tonight.
Dan: So, we cheated. Once. And sure, you can jeer us, but don't you think that Snake and I, by cheating, have given you something to really sink your teeth into? It has been four years to the Pay Per View, the last time that this federation had a good old fashioned tag team Tables, Ladders and Chairs match.
Pop for the match.
Dan: So yes, boo us if you like, but remember that in just over a week's time, Snake and I will be breaking our gut to ensure that you lot get the match of the year, and that we come out of the match as the Tag Team champions.
He pauses, adjusting himself. Butt cramp is a killer.
Dan: But Tables, Ladders and Chairs is one of the few matches that I've actually taken part in. I mean I've taken part in pretty much every match under the sun. Name the gimmick and I'll have been there. I've taken part in countless ladder matches. In fact, I think I hold the record in the fed for the most ladder matches, so that's something to be proud of. Also, little over two years ago I fought in a Hell in a Cell match against the Macho Man RDK...
Huge pop for RDK
Dan: ...and earlier this year I fought in a “Pyramid from Hell” match, against Thunderkiss. And believe me, that match was painful. But now I'm here, and Snake and I are up against it. I mean love them or loathe them, we've got some strong competition in this match. I mean G-Unit, despite having spent the last couple of years doing absolutely jack shit, have suddenly sprung out of their hibernation the moment a tag team feud was announced and suddenly, BOOM! They're in contention to win the belts, and fair play to them, they did well to get to the final of that little tournament. It's just such a shame they succumbed to far superior opposition.
He pauses again, thinking about what to say next.
Dan: And then the Road Steelers. Jake Steele, who is yet to get a victory over me in about 15 attempts, and Thunder Train, who to be frank, is just a really, really fat bastard. But they somehow manage to work well as a team, and somehow have gotten their way into this position. But believe you me, it's just 9 days time until we see one of the most exciting stipulations in history. And that, my friend, is a right touch.
He jumps down from the ladder, and proceeds to make his exit, having managed to successfully win over the fans. But he didn't sound too confident over the match next week. Does he think that Whitesnake don't have as big of a chance as people may have first thought? Does he believe that their days as tag champions are numbered? We'll just have to wait and find out...
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:58:29 GMT -5
Segment: How do you like your coffee? (Credit: Jonny Spade and Jake Steele)
The scene opens up to the lovely, Samantha O’Neal who is at a pop vending machine and she is looking through the options that are available on it.
Samantha: Hmm…Sprite…7 UP…CPlus…V8…wait…isn’t that motor oil? Pepsi….Coke… Eww who would want to drink that powder stuff.
She turns around and then spots a female tech walking by and stops her.
Samantha: Excuse me Miss…Im looking for something to drink but it doesn’t seem to be in the vending machine
Tech: Uh okay…what is it?
Samantha: Moet et Chandon?
Tech: …Huh? And that is?
Samantha: A champagne…an expensive one at that…
Tech: Uh…we don’t carry that around here…
Samantha *sigh*: How about, Cream soda?,Firefly tonics, Ginger ale…
The tech hand shrugs some more as she lists off more names of drinks that she’d like to have..
Tech: We...have coffee??
Samantha sighs.
Samantha: Okay I’ll take it.
Samantha turns around and bumps into a person. The camera pans out to reveal it as none other than Jake Steele.
Steele: Ya' see I'm lost... I need to find da' way to ya' heart.[/color]
Samantha: Excuse me…what did you just say?
Steele: I was jus' walkin' down dis' hallway, and I was tryin' ta' find a way to ya' heart... ya feel me?[/color]
Samantha looks up and him and scoffs and then turns and walks away, but Jake grabs her by her arm to keep her there.
Steele: Aight, aight. I got a offer for ya'... how about you ditch dem Echelon niggas, and come to da' real team... RSX3?[/color]
Samantha: I’d rather eat bugs than join you guys…
Steele: I knew you looked like a freak girl... I don't mind gettin' you some bugs ta' eat.[/color]
Samantha gives a mocking laugh and forces her arm out of Jake’s grasp.
Samantha: Besides if there was any slight chance that I wanted to join you shmucks, I wouldn’t be able to, I’m being paid to work for them.
Steele: Oh, so dats it? Dude is payin'... you like the Upper Echelon Head Hoe in charge, I get it now... I knew Jonny was desperate but dats some new shit.[/color]
A voice is heard off screen and Jake turns around to see who it is.
??: Excuse me?
The crowd pops for it being Jonny Spade.
Steele: I ain't gotta repeat myself.[/color]
Meanwhile the tech hand from before comes back with a cup of hot coffee and hands it to Samantha.
Tech: Here you go Miss O’Neal.
Samantha: Thank you.
She takes a sip of it.
Samantha: Ah, this is hot…Oh Steele.
Jake turns around and looks at her.
Steele: Wats poppin' babygirl?[/color]
Samantha: Here...
She tosses the cup of coffee at Jake causing it to go across his chest making him yell in pain from the hot coffee. He wails his arms in the air and Jonny ducks under his arms and then grabs hold of Samantha’s wrist as they begin to run away from Jake before he freaks out as the scene comes to an end.
End Scene
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:58:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Jake Cheng vs. Kudo Yasuda – International Championship (Credit: BK London)
Its a quick paced start as we would expect from these two light weights, even though Jake Cheng has gained a considerable amount of mass in the past year. Quickly, Jake attempts to use his power advantage in the match to end things early as he hits a huge Fireman's Carry to a Neckbreaker - but Kudo Yasuda manages to kick out. This doesn't sit will with Cheng, as he now makes it his duty to work over the neck of Kudo Yasuda with several elbow strikes and even a modified version of the Camel Clutch. Kudo manages to free himself from it, and hits a huge DDT. Holding onto the front chancery, Kudo attempts to wrap his legs around the abdomen of Jake Cheng to further apply the Guillotine Choke but Jake attempts to block it as he makes his way to the ropes. Eventually Cheng does, and he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside to stop the momentum of Mr. Yasuda - but Kudo fires back with a baseball slide to Cheng.
Knocked into the table, Cheng holds his back in pain, and Kudo rolls to the outside to capitalize. Picking up Jake, it seems Kudo has a Brainbuster in mind as he picks up Jake Cheng, but Jake manages to float over his shoulder and push Kudo head first into the ring post. Kudo's head smacks off the unforgiving steel, and Jake wastes no time hitting a huge bulldog on Kudo before rolling back into the ring.
Jake will be fully satisfied if this match ends with a count out, just if he doesn't have to experience any of the kicks of Kudo that he knows so well. However, Kudo manages to make it into the ring at the eight count and Jake Cheng is right there to capitalize. A leg drop to the back of the neck, and a cover attempt produces a near fall and Jake Cheng isn't exactly happy that this match isn't over yet. He picks up Kudo Yasuda and attempts his Last Resort (Sliced Bread #2), but Kudo instead pushes Jake into the turnbuckle. Jake stumbles out of the corner backwards and he feels the unforgiving kick of Kudo Yasuda to the back of his head. A roundhouse kick knocks the International Champion down, but not for long as Jake begins to rise back up. Kudo bounces off the ropes and takes down Jake Cheng in a clothesline. Jake gets up once more, and Kudo whips him into the ropes but Jake counters it. However, Kudo comes off the ropes and his a Flashback Elbow to Jake Cheng - taking him down.
Now stalking him from behind, Kudo slaps his knee and he's ready for the Yakuza Knee Strike - however, Jake Cheng rolls out of the ring again. Kudo goes right after him, and Cheng rolls back in the ring and Kudo is hot on his heels. Jake bounces off the ropes, but goes for his No Way Out (Ropes Assisted Lariat), but Kudo plants him with a huge boot to the jaw. Jake Cheng stumbles backwards into the ropes once more, and Kudo now attempts a Roaringiri. However Jake evades it and Kudo lands on his stomach. From there, quickly Jake scoops up Kudo Yasuda in a Oklahoma Roll and grabs the tights for all the leverage in the world ot retain.
Winner: And STILL International Champion, Jake Cheng!
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 15:59:54 GMT -5
"The Unexplained Absence" - Part one. Credit: James Murphy. Date: June 29th. Time: 1.30AM. Location: A bar in downtown New York.
Omega Effect IV has finished and ACW is once again starting it's year long cycle back to the fabled event. The show provided everything the fans wanted and more, they were left with great memories that would last for years and years. FSX winning the ACW World Title finally, defeating Sarin. The culmination of a long struggle for FSX, one the fans could relate with. Yoko Satoshi beating Thunderkiss in what turned out to be a heart breaking and sorrowful moment for the famed superstar. Dan White beating the experienced Senator in an unsanctioned match by countout. Surely there was something left in that feud. Altough they had a match on the biggest stage. Nothing was really fulfilled, a countout victory is often seen as a false one and both the fans, and the wrestlers themselves seek something more. Victor Laureano's one night only return to ACW was huge. And he faced someone who was more than willing to rise to such a big occasion. BK London. Two of ACW's most famous squared off....and BK London came out on top in what will be remembered as an epic encounter. Both men gave their all, and Victor faded back into retirement.
All of this was great to think about, however in a bar in New York after the show, there was a single bitter man, sitting at the bar. A bottle of beer in his hand with the blues playing over on the jukebox. The man slowly sipped his beer and waved away any attention that may have been attracted to himself, after all he was recognisable. James Murphy was not a big star yet, but people recognised him. After all he was on ACW's biggest show of the year, however he was only an opener. And tonight Murphy done exactly as his current job title described....he opened the show.
Murphy had no problem opening the show, especially with Ross Lambert, he felt the two put on a very good match. Especially with the lack of real build up that the two had. But then as he came back through the curtain, there was no one there to give him his pat on the back. There was nothing of the like, everyone was too focused on their own matches, situations and stories to give any credit to the new guy of the company. They may not of thought anything to it. However to James this was a pretty big deal, if even one person said something along the lines of "Good match kid" or "Nice opener". Then James would've been over the moon, sadly this was not the case. With no feedback, Murphy sat alone as he saw all of the veteran's in the company give advice to and congratulate each other. And the bitterness only grew, and grew and grew as the show continued. This was by no means a happy night for the Murph-Man.
Murphy was then approached by a man and two women, all looked set to be going out on the town, quite out of place here to be honest. The man spoke up..
"Hey, you look like you've seen better days. What's up?
"Nothing."
"Well there's obviously something..."
"It's none of your concern..."
"We're heading out to a club now, I think you should come along....It'll be .....fun.
"No thanks."
" Come on now, you need it. It looks like you've had a really tough night. Come on...
Murphy paused for a second....
"Sure, whatever..."
Murphy downed the remainders of his beer, and stood up. Following the strangers out of the door, this would begin his decent down a slippery path, this is only the beginning of the story...
TO BE CONTINUED
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:00:47 GMT -5
Segment: Reluctant Alliance (Credit: Senator)
Returning back from the break, Senator Steve Phillips and Chairman Gingerdude are seen in the Senatorial Office, and from the looks of things, the confrontation had already been going on for a while.
Gingerdude: I ordered the security guards to have confined you here for your own good. You could have injured BK London, or even if you didn't, he could have claimed you did. And then you'd not have your title shot.
The Senator: As much as I hate to admit it, you might just be right.
Ginger: We never got along very well. Both of us prefer to be the dominant authority. But we know that neither of us can get what we want without cooperation right now.
Senator: Correct. Mr. London, and his OCW cronies have gone far enough in insulting the legacy of the ACW title, of the company itself, and in denegrating every single member of the roster. Stephan Russo can attempt to make his little powerplay, but as history teaches us, his bluster and his short term management style can only get him too far before he antagonizes the wrong person, and sets off everyone around him, thus, resulting in abject failure on his behalf. I believe this time is rapidly approaching. Russo and London can not run away from reprocussions much longer. Now then, that is where I agree that we need to work together to ensure a common victory. You want your company back, and I want nothing less than that second reign with a gloriously restored ACW Title. If this is to happen, I need the match at Heatwave to be held under optimal conditions.
Ginger: Yes, and I have taken the measures for it to be. If BK London gets himself disqualified, if he brings anyone in to interfere, he will lose the ACW Title, ensuring a completely neutral battleground for the heart of ACW. Do not let me down.
Senator: Thank you, sir, I do appreciate the measures...just as much as Mr. London will deplore them, and that, Mr. Chairman, is nothing...but the truth.
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:01:42 GMT -5
Segment: “Approval Rating” (Credit: Kudo)
Albright storms into Kudo’s locker room with a clipboard and drops it on the table in front of him.
Albright: If you ever needed more proof that you need to lighten up Kudo, I’ve got it right here! You see, the latest Kudo polls are in and they show that fans are responding positively to the recent endeavors of Kudo Yasuda.
********************************************************************************************* How would you classify the presentation of Kudo Yasuda in the recent month?
o--------------------------------------------------------------------------| Good | 83% o---------------| Bad | 13% o----| Neither | 4%
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Albright: Now I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I knew that all of my ideas were for the best. Look at that overwhelming response! Who are you to doubt Albright, Kudo? Haha!
Kudo grabs the board and takes a look.
Kudo: Hmph. Well 13% is still a bit high for this “bad” response.
Albright: Well that’s no problem. See you have to understand how these things work Kudo. You can’t try and make everyone happy at once. It’s a process, and getting 83% at this point is outstanding.
Kudo: You’re right. Though you know I don’t exactly enjoy some of the things you put me through for the sake of exposure…
Albright: When you see the returns, you’ll get over it.
Kudo: Yeah, right.
Albright: But you know you don’t have to go at it alone. You’ve got me and the guys at the gym and your fans. You see Kudo, you’re a singleton.
Kudo: Did you just call me a simpleton?
Albright: No, what I mean is that you’re an only child.
Kudo: Did you just call me a lonely child?
Albright: No, no! Geez, do you even listen to me anymore? What I’m saying is that save for some athletic teachers, you didn’t have anyone when you were growing up to help you deal with things. No brothers, no sisters, no pets even. It must have been hard to take things on on your own.
Albright places his hands firmly on Kudo’s shoulders.
Albright: Listen, I know that I can get on your nerves sometimes, but I just want you to know that me and the boys at the gym, we’re here for you.
Kudo seems to start fully concentrating now and faces his old friend in the eyes.
Kudo: That’s alright Albright. Growing up I never really had anyone like you to even get into weird situations with.
Albright takes his arms off Kudo’s shoulders and lets out a grin.
Kudo: But you have to understand where I’m coming from. This fun and games stuff wasn’t exactly something I grew up with. I only had my junior heavyweight dream keeping me going, and there just wasn’t time to stop focusing on that for a second.
Albright: I understand. But times are different now Kudo. You’re here in Alpha Championship Wrestling. You’re one of the most respectable junior heavyweight wrestlers in one of the most respectable wrestling companies. And sometimes focusing on the dream doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself in the process. You learn to lighten up Kudo, and your downs will hit you with less impact and your ups will be simply incomparable.
Kudo nods.
Kudo: Sure, Albright. Hey where’d you survey these people for this poll anyway?
Albright: …kudoyasudarocks.com…
Kudo: …
Albright: …
The two men share an awkward look at one another for a second before finally succumbing to an episode of laughter at the entire situation.
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:03:30 GMT -5
Segment: No more running or cowardice (Credit: XS3)
In the back, our scene is now set in the locker room of the Road Steelers. Train and Steele have long since left the scene but XS3 continues staring at the TV, long after the interview had aired. For how long he's been there, only certain people would know. Finally, heavy breathing can be faintly heard but it soon increases in volume. The hatred within XS3's body begins to boil over before finally, XS3 reaches his foot out in a fit of rage and sends the TV crashing into the wall. XS3 then reaches into his bag and pulls out a burlap sack, similar to the one Hatchet used on him on Warfare. Within seconds, he kicks the door and begins heading down the hallway.
XS3 continues walking past various people, who have taken notice of XS3's aggressive demeanor. As he continues walking, he pauses with a sudden look of fear in his eyes. The camera pans over to see Ken Williams and Jason Daniels, battered, bruised, bloodied and handcuffed to a guardrail. XS3 heads over to them and notices something: a note stapled to Ken's head. He quickly rips it off as Ken gives a yelp of surprise.
Ken: "Oww! Heh heh heh. We tried, Matt… We really did."
Ken's words fall on deaf ears as XS3 reads the note:
"Matt,
Next time, try not to bring a knife to a gunfight, you dimwit. Hope you enjoyed the interview. See you at Heatwave.
Hatchet."
XS3 crumples up the paper and tosses it aside, his teeth gritting. He stands up and continues walking down the halls, not even paying attention to anything else or anyone. Without hesitation, he bursts past the curtains and is now onstage. The crowd spots him and begins to cheer. One fan even yells "Kick that pussy's ass, XS3!" XS3 acknowledges no one and simply heads into the ring. A stagehand hands him a mic and he looks towards the entrance ramp.
XS3: "HATCHET, YOU SON OF A BITCH! This is NOT over! Not even by a long shot! You think this whole thing's a fucking game to you, asshole? You want to use my wife to get your pathetic point across? This is only going to be the beginning of the end for you, my friend. You see, I wouldn't be so intent on crippling me if I were you. You say I can't kill what I don't understand. I think that saying should be directed towards you. Before I can elaborate, I would like to take this time to call out Mr. Seymour McFadden… GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS OUT HERE, YOU COWARDLY MOTHERFUCKER!"
XS3 lowers the microphone, still intent on getting some form of revenge tonight. Just then, Seymour makes his way out from the back, soaking in the boos all the while retaining the smug smile on his face. XS3 clutches the burlap sack tightly as Seymour soon enters the ring. Before anything can even be said, XS3 goes after him with a kick to the midsection followed by driving him into the corner and raining down on him with fists. The crowd is cheering full time before XS3 chooses to back off. He quickly opens up the burlap sack…
…and pulls out the mask of Exemplar.
Within seconds, XS3 slips the mask over his face and quickly allows this demented persona to overcome him. Exemplar then goes back on the attack and delivers punches that have become more stiff and downright nasty before Seymour is tossed to the center of the ring. The camera reveals that Seymour has been busted open before Exemplar heads out of the ring and looks under the apron. He quickly produces a table, a bottle of lighter fluid and some matches. All of these items are then tossed into the ring as Exemplar picks up the mic once more. He goes over to Seymour and towers over him, speaking in a more sinister tone than normal.
Exemplar: "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE, SEYMOUR! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO THIS POOR SOUL! YOU'VE MADE HIM AWAKEN THE BEAST FROM WITHIN! YOUR CLIENT HATCHET IS NO LONGER GOING TO FACE XS3 AT HEATWAVE… HE WILL BE FACING ME, EXEMPLAR!"
Exemplar then sets the mic down once more and quickly sets up the table. He pours lighter fluid all over it before striking a match. Before he can set it alight, Exemplar picks up the mic once more and gets in Seymour's face.
Exemplar: "AND REMEMBER THIS… GOD MAY FORGIVE YOU OF YOUR SINS… BUT I WON'T."
And just like that, Exemplar flicks the match onto the table and sets it ablaze, causing many fans in the front row to draw back in surprise. Seymour is then picked up by Exemplar, who rolls his eyes into the back of his head before lifting up Seymour. The crowd gasps and cheers all at once as Seymour is driven through the table courtesy of a spinebuster, similar to what Hatchet did to XS3 on Warfare. Seymour is left laying in the ring before Exemplar reaches for his mask. He immediately pulls it off and once again becomes XS3, who surveys the damage. XS3 nods and slowly smiles at the mask before raising it up in the air for the cheering fans. "Beautifully Depressed" then hits the arena before XS3 heads out of the ring and up the ramp, now with a smile on his face.
As for Seymour, EMTs have already hit the scene and are now in the process of tending to Seymour, who looks like he won't be back in ACW for a long, long time. Seymour is then placed on a stretcher and wheeled off to the ambulance. The fans, relieved of no longer having to put up with Seymour, begin chanting "Nah-nah-naaaah-nah, nah-nah-naaaah-nah, hey-hey-hey, goodbye!"
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:05:22 GMT -5
Segment: Rise or Fall (Credit: Henry McKaye) [As the camera opens, Henry McKaye is seen walking into the Co-Chairman Stephan Russo's office. Russo had asked Henry to see him in his office when his teammates left to prepare for his matches. Still feeling shunned, Henry slinks into the office after looking in to see if BK London and his other teammates had left. As Henry approached Russo's desk, Russo turned his chair to face Henry with a lit cigar in his mouth.] Stephan Russo: Ah, have a seat, Mr. McKaye. [Russo motioned to the equally comfortable looking chair in front of his desk, but Henry stood militantly with his arms behind his back.] Henry McKaye: I'd prefer to stand, sir. Stephan Russo: Alright, whichever you prefer then. Listen, Henry, I'm going to be blunt with you because... well... that's just how I like to do business. Now, I'm sure you understand better than anyone that what I am conducting here with OCW is, in itself, a business. In fact, I like to view our actions towards ACW as a corporate takeover of a smaller, out of date company. ACW is the small, insignificant mom and pop shops and we're the Wal*Mart that just got permission to open right outside of town. Now, of course, many people will be against our opening because we're “ruining” the local town economy... but when everyone else shuts down, they'll have no choice but to shop the Wal*Mart way. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Henry? [For a man who claimed to do business bluntly, the Wal*Mart metaphor seemed a bit odd, but it made sense regardless. Henry's answers were short and quick, as if he was treating Russo like a drill sergeant. Combined with his posture, one would think McKaye was at boot camp.] Henry McKaye: More or less. Stephan Russo: Excellent. Now, Henry, when the company is in it's infancy, I need to know that every division is working at it's full potential to make sure that we run smoothly. BK London has the World title and has been incredibly dominate since joining forces with me. The same story goes for Jake Cheng, the current reigning and defending International Champion and your partner AC Evans who has the opportunity to bring the Entertainment title into OCW to increase our stranglehold on ACW. Then... there is you. You had an opportunity to defeat the Senator, but we had a miscalculation and BK accidentally hit you with the OCW World Title. Then you had an opportunity to crush the Upper Echelon uprising by defeating it's leader, Wayde Russeller, but a masked man interjected himself into the match and won the match for him. To put it bluntly, your lack of success isn't entirely your fault... but you haven't been operating at 100%, have you? [Although Henry didn't appreciate being reminded of his failures since joining OCW, he didn't let his body language show it. He stood firm with his arms behind his back and his face looking straight forward.] Henry McKaye: No, sir. Stephan Russo: And why is that, Henry? Has the money not been enough to motivate you? Does being in a group with the star caliber of Top Draw intimidated you? Henry McKaye: No, sir. Stephan Russo: Well, it has to be something, Hank! I don't understand how a 15 year veteran of this business, the man who has the most experience on the roster let alone in OCW, choke this badly. So, speak to me, Hank. Whatever problems you're having, I'm sure that I can remedy because it'd be a shame to drop someone of your skill and experience from the OCW roster. [Henry let loose a sneer as he tilted his head down towards his boss.] Henry McKaye: I don't do this “fair, competitive” stable warfare garbage. As soon as we began rumbling, two other stables have formed overnight and tried to take shots at us. The members of both groups are trying to start a war... but I don't compete in wars, Mr. Russo, I win them. In WXW, if an uprising broke, then the Eyes of Apocalypse would end it quickly and painfully backstage or outside in the parking lot where the cameras didn't go. Chairman Gingerdude won't allow those actions, however, and ACW has too much red tape... too many “private” locker rooms for stables, too many security guards whose job it is to get in the way. If I had had it my way, Wayde Russeller would've never made it into the building Monday night. Instead, I have to have a “competitive” match with a brash funny man who is so much more concerned with getting his dick wet and creating a persona for himself than concentrating on the match, that he had to have a man in a gimp mask assault me in the ring. If I had had it my way, Mr. Evans would've been at ringside with me to prevent such interference from happening. We are the superiors in this company, Mr. Russo, therefore we need to have the numbers advantage AT ALL times! We should be feared, not openly mocked by would-be funny men like XS3 and Wayde Russeller. We don't have to beat the riff raff in this company, they need to beat us... we're only here to keep them in their place. Stephan Russo: So, you're saying that in order to preform better... you need to... what exactly? [Henry broke his militant stance and placed both of his hands on Russo's desk, leaning forward towards the co-chairman with a smile on his face.] Henry McKaye: We're at war, Mr. Russo... and we should have the deck stacked in our favor no matter what. Listen, you hired me to be the God of War... not to get lost in the shuffle of ACW. Now, my associates are all holding or soon will be holding titles... that leaves me the honor of claiming the throne of Emperor. Now, I can do it one of two ways, Mr. Russo, I can do it the fair, and honest way while everyone else makes a mockery of our organization... or I can do things my way and get better results. I need to show the ACW world why the Eyes of Apocalypse ruled German Catch-wrestling with an iron fist. Sheer, utter, and total domination... no more red tape... no more “even” matches... and, if I can take off the muzzle, no more competition.
Stephan Russo: So... you want to go free-range on ACW? I can respect that. I'll tell you what, Henry, if you do me a favor... I can see that some of the referees and security guards turn their head whenever you're around.
[Henry moved away from the desk and took a seat in the chair in front of it.]
Henry McKaye: I'm listening.
Stephan Russo: Well, your last recruit AC Evans has proven to become a valuable asset to the OCW brand. Quite frankly, he's been nothing but phenomenal since joining us. Since you did such a great job recruiting Evans, I'd like you to recruit someone else to our cause. He's been something of a loose cannon... a real ticking timebomb... and I think he'd be a great asset on our side.
[Russo smiled again as the camera faded out.]
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:06:05 GMT -5
Match 4: The Senator vs. Thunder Train (Credit: XS3)
START: Senator and Train, former allies in the Senatorial Stable, quickly start the match with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Train simply hurls Senator across the ring and then slaps his chest, asking to bring it on. Senator complies and charges at Train, nailing several kicks to the hamstring followed by a series of rapid knife-edge chops that force Train back into the corner. Senator then grabs Train and surprisingly connects with the Liberalizer early on in the game. The crowd is backing Senator and his on-fire-ness.
MID-PORTION: Whoops, I jinxed it because Train soon had the advantage after countering an arm bar into a powerslam, somehow. Senator manages to get to his feet only to be hit with a chokebomb Manhattan drop followed by a Pumpkin Smasher for a two count. Train slapped on the Caramel Clutch, striking Senator for good measure. Eventually, Senator fights out of it and takes down Train courtesy of a leg trip and a low dropkick to the knee. Train then gets hit with the Capture Bomb, showing off Senator's powerful power.
FINISH: After a couple minutes of offense, Senator then cinches in the Tax Cut. Train fights out of the hold and tosses Senator to the mat. Senator charges at Train for the Partisan Kick but is leveled by a massive clothesline. Train then picks up Senator and signals for the OM NOM BOMB – but Senator being the technical master that he is has reversed it into some kind of pin and picks up the win.
Winner: The Senator.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:08:02 GMT -5
Segment: Gonna Kick Your Sorry Ass Out on the Street! Heres Your Receipt! (Credit: Train) The board room....of course this is where all the fancy talk about the newest hits occurs. Inside this room Cain and Douglass await Train. Douglass is looking at a paper while Cain plays with a laptop thats in front of him. Train comes through the door with a sandvich and quickly eats it. He sits down in front of the two men who say nothing. Douglass eventually puts down the paper and has an angry expression on his face.Douglass: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID? Train: OM NOM NOM NOM....Douglass: TRAIN! ARE YOU LISTENING?!?! Train: Huh? What are you talking about?Douglass: You...eating that one guy! And destroying that mall! IT COST US $30 MILLION TO CLEAN UP THAT MESS! Cain: Yes, and sales of everything Thunder Train plummeted because of it! That was very irresponsible of you Train... Train: Whoa! I'm not a little kid, I did nothing wrong. People made false accusations against me! I had no other choice!Douglass: *Sigh* There are other ways to handle things like this. You should have acted like an adult! By telling a grown up or walking away from the situation... Train: ...Douglass: The point is, we have to drop you from our label. You give A.I.D.S a bad name Train. Train chuckles but Douglass doesn't seem amused. Train quickly hides his grin.Cain: Thats right. Everything Thunder Train is being taken off our market. I'm afraid thats our only choice. We wish you best in all your future endeavors. Train: So...thats how it ends? With me getting future endeavor'd? Whatever...Train gets up and eats the chair he was sitting in. He then flips the bird to the two men in the room and leaves. He evens runs into someone walking with a drink, knocks it up in the air and gives a "What the hell" look to the guy. He leaves the place and begins to walk toward his car. However, before he can step in he gets stopped by another man.?: Excuse me, do you have a moment? Train: Not really, I'm a very busy man.?: Listen, I saw what they did to you in there. I think you would be perfect for my studio.... Train: Oh really now?...whats your name??: Me? I'm Max Vol Ume. Heres my card. You should think about it Train. They just dropped a great talent. Plus it would be a great way for you to get back at them, joining a rival then going back, straight to the top. Train: I'll think about it...I'll think about it...Max hands Train a card. He then walks away with a smirk on his face. Train looks at both sides of the card then puts it into his car. He drives away in the sunset as we fade away.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:08:39 GMT -5
Segment - Close, but no Cigar Credit - Zero As the previous segment finally cuts out, we find ourselves now in another location of the arena. With all the madness going on in the arena such as Entertainment and International title matches, feuds brewing in and out of every corner of the arena -- we find ourselves calming down. Well. For about half a second. Co-Chairman Stephan Russo is calmly walking down the hallways of the ACW backstage area where he then runs into Jay Zero who has been looking for him.Co-Chairman Russo :: Mr. Zero! Good to see you! Zero :: Where were you? [/color][/center] Russo sticks out his bottom lip, shaking his head.Co-Chairman Russo :: Just roaming around doing some business. You? Zero :: I was looking for you. Shouldn't the damn Chairman be in his office? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Russo :: The boss can't do everything right out of his office, Jay! But anyways, what's going on? Zero :: Oh, not too much. Just kind of, went off on Kevin Anderson a while ago...
But anyways, Where's my title shot? [/color][/center] Russo looks at Jay and then shifts his eyes towards the floor, stalling, allowing himself time to think.Zero :: You put me against Mainer to prove myself, and so what if Silencio interfered? Either way, the job still would have gotten done! So! Where is it? [/color][/center] Bingo! He has it.Co-Chairman Russo :: Yeah, but Jay -- that interference really got me uneasy about it! Yes, a win is a win and all of that good stuff, but quite frankly, I'm still not sure if you're quite ready for the challenge! Zero :: But I am! [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Russo :: I'm sorry! Soon though! Soon, you'll get that shot! I promise! But first -- first, you gotta show me that you can handle that Scott Andrews! Zero :: I know, and I plan on doing so tonight in that six man tag! [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Russo :: Good! So if you do well tonight in that match, --I'm definitely going to be pushing for you to have that title shot once and for all! Zero smiles and nods his head, knowing that he's getting closer.Co-Chairman Russo :: So, go out there with The Brothers Grimm tonight, and show me that Jay Zero is ready to go one on one with BK London! Zero :: Fine ...I've been proving myself since the day I stepped in here, why the hell stop now? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Russo :: Good! I'm looking forward to that match Jay! Don't disappoint me! You better make an impact! Zero :: Oh don't worry.
...I will. [/color][/center] Chairman Russo smiles as he walks by Jay and pats him on the back before continuing on down the hallway. The man has a strut in his step, and he has every reason to be. He's climbed back to the top of the wrestling industry and is Co-Chairman of one of the most successful brands around. And Jay Zero -- he's lucky to have previous ties with Russo, for now it looks that he has a good pull in ACW. One that will get him a chance to become World Champion. Or -- atleast Jay likes to think...
The scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:09:49 GMT -5
Segment: Go Big Or Go Home
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
On Warfare, Scott was furious that Chambers, the Brothers Grimm, and Zero had been able to get away with everything they had so far without any sort of punishment. It made Scott’s blood boil. As a strong believer in justice, Scott needed some sort of retribution to calm himself down a tad, at least until he got his hands on the four men who have been the source of his troubles. But given he has a 6-Man Tag Match with Zero, Hack, and Slash he has decided to make it count by beating the living hell out of any of the men who decide to enter the ring with him. It’s an unnatural feeling of anger; one that only Scott could understand. Fury Mode is on the verge of being activated...it’s only a matter of time.
Sitting at a table with D-Train, Scott has a blue print of the ACW ring and surrounding area laid out and uses a pointer stick to direct McMichaelson and Thomas’ attention.
Scott: So if you two can block Hack and Slash off here, letting me get to Zero once he’s tagged in, I can isolate him long enough for me to get the three count or make his sorry ass tap.
McMichaelson: Sounds like a plan.
Thomas: ...I guess it could work.
The uncertainty in Daunte’s voice has Scott concerned.
Scott: Listen, Daunte, this plan is simple yet effective. I’ve worked with you guys before and I can tell you, you guys pack a whollop, alright? You guys want to prove you still got what it takes to compete on ACW television?
D-Train nod in agreeance.
Scott: Then don’t doubt yourselves. Be confident. You have the help of an ACW veteran, and you two are veteran’s yourselves. Don’t be intimidated by the big time; you’ve done it before, you can do it again. You’re D-Train for fucks sake! Now let’s go out there and mangle those sons of bitches till they can’t walk or talk! It’s payback time, bitch!
D-Train let out manly war groans as they psyche themselves up and head out the door with Scott patting them on the back. The S.A.D-Train is about to be the A.S.S.K.I.C.K.I.N.G-Train.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Aug 21, 2008 16:11:29 GMT -5
Segment: Stench of a New Star! Credit: Rep & Steele The scene opens up at the gorilla position, which holds various tech equipment in it, and a bunch of technical worker monkeys running around, moving wires, and further running around for no reason. From the big curtain comes Jake Steele, walking to the backstage area, holding his head. He doesn't look to be in an approachable mood as he passes by all of the tech workers and random jobbers standing around. He continues walking until he reaches a hallway, then he walks down the hallway which leads him to the cafeteria. He walks in to the cafeteria and over to the table that holds refreshments. He skips the Gatorade, vitamin water, and water, and stands before the kool-aid machine. He reaches for a cup and begins to pour in to it, when suddenly...Steele: ...Oh my god, what da' fuck is dat smell?[/COLOR] From the right side of the camera, a figure glides in to picture. He stands with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.: Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Rep Roberts, and I will soon be your favorite wrestler. Jake looks up at Rep with his cup in hand, then turns to drink from it.Steele: Holla. I'm Jake Steele yo.[/color] Rep: Jake Steele? I've heard of you before. I love your finisher. Can't wait to kick out of it!Jake continues at attempting to ignore this newcomer's attitude because he can't deal with the pain inflicted from the match he just had.Steele: We'll see 'bout dat' big tima'...[/color] Rep: Yeah, we will see that. You're also right about calling me big timer. I mean, I'm a pretty big star in the wrestling business. I've sold out more arenas than most men ever even wrestle in. I've been to more towns than some guys have even heard of.Steele: Well, you know who I am... and I think I know who you are. I read yA' profile on da' wall in da' hallway at ACW headquarters. Dat headshot was terrible my dude... and why da' fuck was you shirtless? Plus I remember hearin' about you gettin' booed off some comedy club one time.[/color] Rep: HEY! I will have you know that the town I was performing in was Brooklyn, New York. Obviously I wasn't performing in front of C average students or anything.Steele: Ayo, I'm from Brooklyn. You betta' watch what da' fuck you say about my hometown... patnah.[/color] Rep: Oh, come on pal. I think it's pretty obvious that regardless of where you came from, you're still not in my league. I mean, yeah, you may be in a league of your own, but obviously it's the minor leauges. Or maybe little league? You know, you look like a little baseball player with those cute little eyeglasses. I saw your match, too. Judging by the way that you wrestle, I'll be taking the title that you get from that slanty eyed bastard Cheng in no time.Steele: Ya' know, I'm waitin' for da' day I take dat' belt from Cheng, 'cause den I'mma shut up all you doubters who claim I'm just a pushover. Fuck, you can ask Maina'... ask Kudo... ask Freeman, I ain't no pushover and if you tryin' to get a title shot when I'm champ... den' I'll be glad to add yo' punk ass to my list.[/color] Rep: HEY! Listen, buddy! You've got a five dollar pair of jeans and a two dollar haircut. Being a champion just aint cut out for you! When you get that belt, give me a call so it can take it's rightful PLACE... around my WAIST!Rep then turns, flips his hair, and walks off in anger.Steele: These new niggas is killin' me... I ain't got time fo' dis shit[/color] Fade.
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