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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:01:27 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown September 4, 2008
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Danny Richards vs. Ryan Styles
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Wayde Russler vs. James Murphy – ACW Entertainment Title
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Henry McKaye vs. Jonny Spade – EOTR Qualifying Match
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Jonny Hughes vs. Kudo Yasuda – EOTR Qualifying Match
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Jay Zero vs. XS3
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:02:39 GMT -5
Segment: The Era Continues... (Credit: OCW - BK London, Henry McKaye and Jake Cheng)
We return from that brief commercial break promoting the Seven Deadly Sins DVD coming out next Tuesday, and "The Eagle Has Landed" by Saxon emerges powerfully through the ACW sound system. As the epic theme continues to sound throughout the speaker, one by one - starting with Chairman Stephan Russo - OCW pours out the back through the curtain and position themselves on stage. Normally with five members, the stable has been reduced to four, thanks to a brief situation within the stable in which they will no doubt address tonight.
The pyro pours down behind them, and slowly they begin walking down to the ring while not paying the ACW fans any mind. They enter the ring one by one, and BK London shows off his OCW Championship, while Jake Cheng shows off his OCW International Championship as well. All three wrestlers, BK London, Jake Cheng, and Henry McKaye, managed to walk out with victories at Heatwave...even if they lost a member in the process.
The music dies down, and the Chairman steps to the forefront to address the crowd first.
Chairman Russo: Before we get to anything concerning tonight, I would like to address a few things that happened this past Sunday at Heatwave. At Heatwave, once again, OCW showed the world that we are the premier stable in OCW. Ladies and Gentlemen, you stand in the presence of three men who looked adversity right in the face, and was willing and able to acccept the challenge and overcome it. And because of this, we lost one stable member - AC Evans. Now the question that has been lurking around the ACW locker room is, why? Why betray AC Evans like that? Why hang him out to dry and shatter his dreams and career in a matter of seconds? Well I don't think anyone else could answer that question better than Henry McKaye...so Mr. McKaye, please take the floor.
Stephan Russo graciously hands over the microphone, and Henry McKaye steps over to not the best reaction from the crowd. As weeks go by, his heel heat begins to escalate, but he could pay no mind to what the fans think.
Henry McKaye: I'm going to get one thing straight right here and now, I'm not going to explain my actions to the fans here in attendance or the parasites who fix themselves to ACW's sagging teat. I'm going to explain this to my fellow Debaser... cameraman, come here closer.
The cameraman who is standing in the ring with OCW moves towards McKaye as the production truck switches to it's view so that McKaye is the only person in the picture.
Henry McKaye: AC, you were supposed to be my greatest pupil... the student I could proudly say belonged to me. Hell, we had every right that the Road Steelers and G-Unit had to be in that tag team title match at Heatwave. Together we were supposed to be infallible, intangible, and unbreakable... unfortunately for you, it just didn't work out that way, did it? There's a war being fought out here, little brother, and sacrifices need to be made. As it stood, we were the weaker links of the OCW brand... but it was deemed that you were the weakest.
The fans, though not the biggest AC Evans fans, still were disgusted by the ambush he walked into at Heatwave. Henry cocked his head towards them as the camera panned out to observe the crowd who were giving the God of War a piece of their mind. Henry quickly snapped his head back toward the camera to finish his explanation to his "little brother."
Henry McKaye: In the Vietnam War, it was common practice for platoons to send their weakest soldier to the front of the pack in case of landmines or snipers. The platoon quintessentially sacrificed the runt of the little for the benefit of the squad as a whole. AC Evans, you were our runt and had to be sacrificed, but don't worry about me, little brother. There will always be more AC Evans coming into ACW... desperate, soulless cretins looking for guidance... but there can only be one God of War.
As McKaye's "short" statement comes to an end, Jake Cheng takes the floor and the crowd isn't happy with the Asian Extraordinaire still holding the International Championship after his contest with Jake Steele at Heatwave. The heat continues to come in, and Jake Cheng is unable to speak - so he doesn't one thing, he shows off the championship. Holding it high over his head, he manages to garner more boos from the crowd, and he finally places the title back down on his shoulder before saying something.
Jake Cheng: Just like how there can only be one God of War, there can only be one International Champion. And as I displayed on Saturday, I am going to be that one for a long time. The challenges can keep on coming, but I will keep on reigning. I'm a man on fire, and no one will put me out. But enough about me, tonight is a night for the OCW. There is one less man in the ring, and we are stronger because of it. Evans was holding us down in our mission. His departure is a sad one, only because I believed in him. I believed he would be on top of the world with us, but he fell off the mountain it seems. You are only as fast as your slowest teammate. Man, too bad NUE has Gooey, that fat fuck.
Minimal crowd reaction for Jake Cheng, as most of the audience has fallen asleep during the International Champion's speech. Next in line for the microphone is the OCW World Champion BK London, who gets even more jeers than his tag partner. He slowly raises the microphone to his mouth and begins a very solemn sounding speech.
BK London: ...some people say it takes you an entire career to legendary status, icon status even. Well on Sunday, it took me one match - just one match to attain that spot in the anals of ACW history. Phillips, you put up one hell of a contest I must admit. You took me to the limit and then some, something I haven't experienced for quite a while in ACW. You gave me real competition. But as you know, or as you now know, its the times when I am challenged the most, that I flourish. It's the environment when everything is on the line, when I'm backed up against the wall, when everything is riding against me - that I thrive in. Whether you folks want to believe it or not, I put on one of the finest one on one wrestling counters in the past 10 years...so what better place to step out on top than now? Tonight, free of my OCW brothers, I BK London - will make his farewell address to ACW, retiring once and for all...
The camera zooms out from the four dominant men in the ring in their respective areas. Never before has ACW seen such a super power. But alas, with the retirement of the groups leader, what will come of OCW?
Fade Out
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:03:45 GMT -5
Small Cracks credit: New Upper Echelon[/center] Heatwave. It was supposed to be a great night for the New Upper Echelon, the group were supposed to be welcoming back G-Unit as tag team champions but things didn’t go to plan and NUE has no new gold in it’s possession. Things didn’t go so great for Wayde either, as he came out on the losing end of the Double Jeopardy match, in fact the only member of NUE who didn’t lose at Heatwave is the only one who didn’t have a match. NUE are keen to address the events of Heatwave and we catch up with them in their locker room. The four main members are all sat around the coffee table in the center of the room. Wayde is sat at one end of the table in a comfy looking armchair although you wouldn’t think that from the expression on his face, his brow is furrowed and he looks distant, not even reacting as Diamond lovingly wraps her arms around his chest. G-Unit are both sat on opposite ends on one of the longer couches, Jonny looks over to Gooey who shoots back a similar look of disappointment stemming from their loss at the weekend. Sat opposite G-Unit is Jonny Hughes, the only member of NUE who doesn’t look ashamed of themselves, who is casually reading one of the many wrestling publications he subscribes to. The tension in the room is broken when the NUE agent Brian Bravado bursts into the room holding a rather fine suitcase in his hands, the flings the door closed behind him, forgetting that he was being followed into the room by NUE’s publicist Samantha O’Neal who narrowly avoids getting a face full of door as she slinks into the room. The assembled members of the New Upper Echelon all turn to Bravado who slinks into a chair opposite to Wayde Russeller with Samantha settling for the arm of the same chair, sets his briefcase on the table, enters his combination and snaps open the lock.Bravado: Boys I have some big news.Jonny Spade: What kind of news?Bravado: Nothin’ but good news boys.Suddenly the tension in the room is lifted as every member of NUE has their spirits lifted by the promise of some good news, Hughes even makes the effort to take his eyes off his magazine.Wayde: So what’s the news?Bravado: Well fellas I just got back from Chairman Russo’s office and he gave me the King of the – oww!Brian stops suddenly due to a sharp elbow delivered to him from the NUE publicist Samantha O’Neal who whispers something in his ear.Bravado: Ohh, are you sure that’s not an ACW event? Well anyways, I got back from Russo’s office and the Emperor of the Ring tournament brackets are in this briefcase.Brian opens the lid of his briefcase and produces three pieces of paper.Bravado: I don’t want to blow your trumpets but it looks like you’ve all drawn no name losers.He hands out the pieces of paper to the members of NUE who all scan for their names, once they all find their names and read the names of their opponents the short-lived feeling of excitement is drowned by the overwhelming disappointment that was so prevalent at the start of the day. Wayde, Spade and Hughes had been drawn against Jay Zero, Henry McKaye and Kudo Yasuda respectively. These men were not no-name losers by any means, but what would Brian know? He’s only been in the business for a month. Hughes scrumples his piece of paper and throws it Bravado, hitting him right between the eyes, knocking off his sunglasses in the process.Hughes: Your incompetence knows no bounds.All the other members of NUE scrumple their pieces of paper and follow Hughes’ need by tossing the paper at Bravado who hopelessly tries to block each barrage.Bravado: Whoa wait! I have more news.Wayde: It better be good news.Bravado: It’s not good news, it’s great news! You see after a lot of hard work on my part I’ve managed to secure a major merchandising deal for NUE.Samantha: Ahem…Bravado: Credit where it’s due, hot legs over here did put in a little work. I got you guys a deal to be in the new Miller Lite 2009 Calender!!Wayde: Yea probably not the best idea slickBravado: Why?? Whats wrong with advertisement and MONEY!Wayde: Nothing is wrong with advertisement.....but doing a beer add? I am a recovering alcoholic!Bravado: Come on champ! No one is asking you to drink it! Just take a picture with it!Wayde: Nah, I'm gonna sit this one out boss. I got other things to focus on right now anyway, Bravado: And what might that be??Wayde: Well first and foremost I have to defend my title from the arrogant punks out there that think they can take it from me. Plus we have to continue to wreak havoc on OCW. Getting Evans kicked out was a small step but we have to rid ACW of them forever! And well Emperor of the Ring is here and despite what you might think, Jay Zero and the other guys in this thing are no push overs. And even though I am going to win it, SOME ONE will probably make me actual try to win! I me......Spade :......Wait, why are you so sure your gonna win it? Who says I can't win it??Hughes: Or me?Gooey: Or me??? Spade: ...Gooey......your not in it........Gooey: Oh. OR Spade! Wayde: Guys! Relax! I'm not saying none of you can win it but confidence is what got me this title. And I will be just as happy for you guys if one of you win it instead of me. As long as its in NUE.Bravado: Thats what I like to see! Team work!Wayde: Don't let Heatwave get us down guys. We still have a lot going on and don't forget the devastation to OCW this week. Not only did we get Evans kicked out but BK is supposedly retiring tonight. That means there is one top faction left in ACW. And that is New....Upper....EchelonThey all laugh and smile at the thought of how great their futures look at the present time. Tonight will be step one in their building to the future. The future for themselves, the future for NUE, the future for ACW.Fade Fade
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:04:56 GMT -5
“Don’t Go Into the Basement” Credit: Senator, Thunderkiss [He knows this building from the inside out. There is no crack or crevasse he hasn’t seen and tonight he will check every one of them to satisfy his curiosity. Upon hearing rumors from the Capitalists that there was a “giant” lurking in the basement, Steve Phillips had just two questions. First, what the hell were the Capitalists doing in the basement to begin with, and second, how much beer did they consume. Either way, their story was enough to motivate him to the neither regions of the arena himself. For the past half our he has found nothing and is ready to abandon this quest and lay scorn to both Kalb and Fitsharris. However, before he can backtrack, his eyes catch a faint light pouring from a cracked door down the hallway in front of him. Approaching the brightness as if it was pulling him in, Phillips slowly pushes the door open. More light pours out from the opening and illuminates his entire body, casting his shadow on the wall behind him. With nothing to now impede his view, Steve Phillips does a double take at what he his eyes have just discovered.] Steve Phillips: Thunderkiss?! Thunderkiss: Don’t you know how to knock Steve? Barging in on our home is kinda rude, you know. Steve Phillips: Your home?! Thunderkiss: Hey, it’s not what we are accustomed too, but like they say, “home is where your heart is.” Say, we just bored a hole into the women’s locker room. Want to take a peak?! Steve Phillips: Wait, let me get this straight. You have been living in the basement of the ACW for the past two months? Thunderkiss: It’s actually quite peaceful, believe it or not. Well, except for Monday’s and Thursday nights which goes without saying. Somebody needs to tell BK to seriously shut the fuck up. You can hear him all the way down here; he makes our ears bleed.Steve Phillips: That is not the only thing he makes bleed these days, friend. [TK examines Phillip’s body and takes note of the fresh scars that adorn his skin like medals of honor.] Thunderkiss: Yeah, we can see that.Steve Phillips: Kiss, ACW could use your help. Thunderkiss: Sorry Steve, it’s not our problem anymore. Steve Phillips: Not your problem? If ACW is not your concern, then why do you take up residence in its arena? Thunderkiss: Well, where do you want us to go, the Ritz?! In case you forgot, we have no money. No home. Steve Phillips: Well you cannot stay down here forever! What will happen when Gingerdude finds you down here?! Do you honestly believe he will allow you to take residence within this area’s foundations after what transpired between you two? Let us not forget Russo while we are having this conversation as well! Thunderkiss: Russo? Who the hell is that?Steve Phillips: Why don’t you go topside and take a look. Thunderkiss: Like I said Steve, it’s not our concern. If they do not wish us presence down here, they are more than welcome to try to evict us, but you know as well as us that they will not like that outcome. Steve Phillips: So nothing I can do can change your mind? Thunderkiss: What do you think?[Phillips stares him right in the eye and finds his answer. With all hope terminated there is no reason for him to linger and he makes haste toward the door - but not before his Stable mate makes one last request.] Thunderkiss: Oh, and Steve?Steve Phillips: Yes? Thunderkiss: Please be a friend and close the door on your way out.[He solemnly obliges. With Phillips now gone, Thunderkiss can once again bask in the darkness that surrounds not only him, but the one that dwells from within.] [glow=red,2,300]“You know, maybe he is right. We should get out more. It has been so very long since we’ve had fun.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: Thou shall not kill.[glow=red,2,300]“Unchain me.”[/glow] Thunderkiss: There is no way I’m letting you out of here. Get used to your surroundings, demon.[FADE]
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:06:29 GMT -5
Segment: Seriously Ticked Credit: Zero Early on in tonights broadcast, we find ourselves fading into our next shot. Backstage, it appears. Straight in front of the cameras sight, we see a door with an illuminated, red "Exit" sign right above it. The camera begins backing up a little bit, and suddenly the handle clicks and the door busts open with Jay Zero being the man entering the arena from the parking lot area. For those watching on the Alphatron, when this sight appears, they begin to boo, and the noise is audible enough to be caught on the live taping. Wearing a white and black Billabong shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, The Perfect Ten enters the arena with his duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. He glances upwards, reaching to take his sunglasses off his face just as "The Internet" makes his way towards the man that walked out successful at Heatwave, just this past Sunday. Kevin Anderson :: Mr. Jay Zero! How's it feel to now hold two pinfall victories over The Scarlet Assassin, Scott Andrews?! Zero :: ...Yeah. [/color][/center] Jay walks right on past Kevin, keeping on down the hallway. Kevin is taken back and then lightly jogs to keep up. Kevin Anderson :: Whoa! That's all you got to say? You're not even going to stop to make fun of me? What's up Jay? Zero :: I'm pissed Kevin. What else is new? [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: Well what's there to be mad about? You did what you said you were going to do and beat Scott! Zero :: Yeah, I know that Kevin! [/color][/center] Jay comes to a halt and turns around so that he faces both Kevin Anderson and the camera. He quickly folds up his sunglasses and drops them into a mesh pocket of his bag, putting his focus on what's in front of him. Zero :: The fact is, I shouldn't have to even tell you people what I'm going to do over and over again! I'm sick of repeating myself! Not just to you Kev! To each and every single person in this company! I knew what happened at Seven Deadly Sins was a joke! I knew that wasn't the real deal. Scott didn't beat me, an inanimate object did! I got knocked out when I ran into a steel pole, all Scott had to do was to figure out how to drop to his knees and cover me for the count! What I'm trying to say Kevin - is I shouldn't have had to "prove" myself. I knew that I could beat Scott, but nobody listened. Nobody ever listens. [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: Well no need to dwell about these thing my friend! You walked out with a big "W" in the record books, and everybody now knows it! Zero :: It's not the point Kevin. See? You didn't even listen. What I'm trying to say is that because of that fluke at Seven Deadly Sins, and because of the combined actions of Chairman Gingerdude, and Chairman Russo, I may have walked out with the win, but Scott Andrews still walked out with an opportunity. Something that I still don't have. [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: A World Heavyweight Title shot... Zero :: You know it! And instead of rewarding the man that deserves it most, what did Russo give ME? Hm? He guaranteed me a spot in the Emperor of the Ring tournament! Whoopdy fuckin' doo! You know what that says to me? That says "Here you go! Keep busy for another month and stay out of my hair!" Please. [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: Well... actually! That's not a guarantee! Wanting to help, but maybe making things slightly worse, Kevin informs Jay Zero of the process. Zero :: What? [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: You're not actually entered into the tournament yet... Everybody has to go through a qualifying match first to then be guaranteed into the tournament. Zero :: What a shock. ANOTHER moment where Jay Zero has to go and PROVE himself! Well you know what Kevin?! I'm getting REAL sick and tired of everybody in OCW! AC Evans may have gotten fired, but hell, that's probably the best thing that could have happened here! He got reeled into the bullshit and wasn't going to get out any other way! Henry McKaye? I don't know what the hell he's up too, and I don't know why the hell he was out on the stage watching my match at Heatwave, but he better back off. Jake Cheng? Heh... Sad to know that the only way he could retain his International title is by assaulting Steele backstage after he ALREADY went through TLC.
And BK London ... well, not much to say about his Heatwave performance. Sure, it was impressive, but what catches my attention even more is that article that got posted up on ACW.com. You know, about his retirement! Kev, as you can see here, I'm just showing up, so I don't know what's already gone down, but the one thing that I noticed in that article is that BK London said that there simply isn't any competition left? BK London thinks that he's the best, doesn't he? BK London thinks that he's fought the best, and beaten the best, therefore, he's fought everybody there is to fight! Well Kevin Anderson, who is the ONE man that's been dying to get his hands on the World title? Who is the ONE man that keeps proving himself, time after time again? Who is the one man -- that BK London has never beaten, let alone faced in the ring? I'll tell you who. Jay Zero. Whether he retires or not, I don't give a shit. I don't care what he goes - I don't care what he does with his life. I don't care for him. Never did. Never will. Fact is, what I will care about, is the future of that World Heavyweight Title. [/color][/center] Kevin Anderson :: Well Jay Zero, if you qualify for Emperor of the Ring, you sure could finally win your shot at that World Championship opportunity! We all know that last year you got pitted against the great Yoko Satoshi in the semi-finals -- but this year, it's a clean slate! Anything can happen! But first off, tonight, you got to get through another man that looks to go for the crown of Emperor! You know him back from the good ole' days of Entourage! But now he likes to hang around with his new gang, RSX3! So Jay Zero, what do you have to say about your opponent in tonights main event, XS3? Looking over to the left for just a second, Jay begins to smile. He light-heartily chuckles. Zero :: XS3. Exemplar. Whoever the hell he likes to be called... He doesn't matter. All he is to me, is the indirect cause of Entourage's death. He's the one that caused my somewhat downfall -- he's the one to cause the deterioration of a powerhouse. He's the man, that tonight-- stands in my way. And from on. That's all he'll ever be to me. Just another victim. [/color][/center] Jay flashes his eyebrows and confidently smiles at Kevin as he begin to backstep off of the scene. Jay turns his shoulders and begins to walk off down the hallway as Kevin tilts his head to the side, dropping his microphone to his side. Kevin licks his lip as the scene begins to cut out.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:07:42 GMT -5
Segment: Brace For Impact
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
More pain.
More defeat.
More humiliation.
Scott was furious that he had let Henry McKaye and Russo blind his focus on Jay Zero, allowing Zero to pick up on a crucial mistake at the last second. It was the last straw for Scott; he has sat back and looked on from the sidelines for far too long, watching as others surpassed him with championship runs, winning streaks, and promotion within the company. Scott was never one to desire a cheap way to the top; but he feels like he’s earned his place, or perhaps that he has earned more than he has been given. He’s been a shell of his former self, that’s for sure, but that is all about to change. After Heatwave, Scott had a revelation that has changed his entire outlook on ACW and his career in professional wrestling.
The camera shows Scott in his locker room with his red, long sleeved work shirt and black pants, as well as his shades sitting snug on his face, covering his piercing eyes.
Scott: Three seconds; that’s all it took for me to realise that I’ve been going about this the wrong way since I came back from hiatus. Y’see if there’s one thing I’ve learned how to do while in ACW it’s kick some ass and do it in style! And what Scott Andrews does best is take sorry sons of bitches and whip them into shape by pummelling them with vicious strikes, dumping them on their empty heads and pulling on their limbs until they’re seconds away from breaking in two! But why is it I keep dropping the ball at the most important moment? I keep asking myself this question over and over until I can’t get it outta my head… Am I afraid of success? No way; I crave it. Do I feel obliged to keep paying my dues? Hell no; I’ve paid my dues ten times over. So what the hell do I have to do to win? I’ve got the talent, I’ve got the wrestling knowledge, but yet The Scarlet Assassin STILL can’t get it done when it matters!
Scott picks up his briefcase which contains the World Title contract he won at Seven Deadly Sins.
Scott: But wait a minute…what’s this?!
Scott’s expression and tone turn sarcastic.
Scott: It’s a contract to take on the World Heavyweight Champion at any time I so please! So Scott Andrews isn’t so useless after all is he?!
Scott’s face turns to the camera and he takes his shades off to stare a hole in the camera lens.
Scott: I beat six other men in one gruelling match at Seven Deadly Sins yet after that I become lost in the shuffle again; well fuck that. I’ve got plans in ACW. I’ve got goals to achieve. I’m going for bigger things; I’m going for championships. I’m going for big wins, I’m going for defining moments, I’m going to rock the foundations of ACW and make DAMN SURE that when I finish here that people remember my God damn name; …SCOTT FREAKIN’ ANDREWS! …Brace yourself for impact…
Scott keeps his gaze fixed on the camera as it fades out.
Does Scott have plans to take ACW by storm?
What could he possibly have in mind?
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:09:20 GMT -5
Match 1: Danny Richards vs. Ryan Styles (Credit: Zero) DANNY RICHARDS Weight: 220 lbs Height: 6' 5" Hometown: Blackpool, England -------------------------------- RYAN STYLES Weight: 225 lbs Height: 6' 0" Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Ding Ding Ding [/b] Match Opening: This contest started off quickly with the former Entertainment Champion overpowering and putting Styles in a headlock. He wrenches at him before being thrown into the ropes. A forearm smash saw Styles crashing to the mat and jumping to his feet to come on the receiving end of a Manhattan Drop and a high elevation dropkick! This alone isn't enough to keep the rookie down. Danny kicks his opponent in the gut, whipping him into the ropes. Quickly catching his foe, he spins, dropping him with a hard powerslam. A pinning attempt here isn't enough as it only allows him a quick two count. Pulling Styles to his feet, Danny is quick to the draw to look for a Superkick! He pushes his opponent and jumps, setting his feet before kicking his leg into the air. Styles ducks just underneath it and as Danny turns around, he is flipped right onto his lower back with a T-bone suplex! Turning Point: Several minutes now into this match the tide has been going back and forth. But right here is the one that really seals the deal. With Danny back in the drivers seat, he rams Styles head first into the top turnbuckle.After several hard kicks to the gut he begins to pull his opponent towards the middle of the ring. He knees his opponent, causing him to slouch over a bit. Danny yells out, thrusting Ryan inbetween his legs and hooking his arms tightly around his opponents stomach. He lifts Ryan up, looking for the Richards Bomb! But suddenly the newcomer pulls a swift move out of nowhere, turning it right into a Tornado DDT! Match Ending: Ryan is mainly in control in our closing minutes. After the big tornado DDT, he's been moving at his own pace. Richards is whipped into the ropes and he runs hard. Coming at his opponent at a fast rate, Ryan is quick enough to lift up Danny, right into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! Danny groans in pain holding his back as he begins to return to his feet where Styles is sizing his opponent. Danny reaches a vertical base and slowly turns to see his opponent swinging his body, gaining momentum as he looks to clotheslines Dannys head off! He ducks under and Styles stumbles from the missed impact. Just as he turns around, Richards leaps up, nearly backflipping as his boot connects against the top of Styles head - AKA, the Absolute Equalizer! For Ryan Styles, his lights at out just long enough for the three count. ==================== Segment: Bounty On Your Head. Credit: Steele The camera fades into our next scene. The fans inside of the arena are buzzing as they’re still hyped up on the events of Heatwave and want to see what new events and stories will be told in this month of September and if the Emperor of the Ring Tournament will be explained in full detail. But that’s for a different time as there is someone in the back that needs questions answered and we find out just who that is as the sound of money being counted echoes through the arena and the fans begin to let out a huge amount of cheers…
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE! [/size] ... I need da' cake nigga ..."Cake" by Lloyd Banks continues to play as the camera cuts over to the side stage, where smoke starts to pillow out from it. A few moments pass, and Steele raises from the platform with his casual wear on, mostly flashy gear and black shades that have glitter-like red trim around them, while his Tag Team Championship rests over his shoulder. He has a pair of brass knuckles on his right hand, and balm of sweat in the other. He stands there looking around at the crowd as 90% cheers ring out due to the fans now appreciate his attitude, and 10% cheering him for pure ring ability. Steele walks off of the stage platform, and makes his way down the ramp. The song continues to play as Steele focuses slowly on the ring, as he makes his way onto the apron. Steele looks out to the crowd and his face looks like a form of complete seriousness, he then enters the ring and raising his Tag Team Title into the air as pyro goes off before him.
He lowers his title slowly but keeps it in his hand, as he points to Phillip Jones and motions for a microphone. Phillip takes his own and slides it under the bottom rope to Steele and he takes it, before slowly taking steps to the middle of the ring and looking into the well placed camera as the fans in the back are cheering whatever he is about to say.Steele: Last Sunday… at Heatwave, I had a mission. Dat’ mission was to make sure Whitesnake fell, G-Unit fell, and Cheng fell. With da’ help of my dude Train, we got one half of dat’ mission done, and as I stand befo’ you today, I am one half of ya’ NEWWWWW ACW Tag Team Champions, and truth be told… da’ shit feels good.[/color] Steele slowly raises up his Title to his face and he stares into it’s gold plated structure. His eyes shine as the gold reflects off of his face and he smirks. He then lowers it down again, and focuses back on what he was saying beforehand.Steele: But when it came down to da’ second part of dat’ mission… somethin’ happened. See, I was playin’ mind games with Cheng, and rightfully so. He was scared of me, and everyone in ACW saw dat’… I had da’ right people behind me, and da’ right tactics to win. It was gonna be Light Heavyweight versus Light Heavyweight… hell I even patched shit up with Kudo fo’ dis’ match. But when dat’ bell was about to ring… he decided to change da’ gameplan. So instead of tryin’ to use his own ability, he used da’ ability of a chair. Then in an attempt to try and mock me, and Train, he pulls out all da’ elements of a TLC Match. But as you all saw… dat’ backfired, and it backfired hard. He tried to break me! He tried to destroy my spirit, but little did he know, I can’t be and I won’t be broken… I got up to my feet, looked at his torn apart frame, and somethin’ inside of me… snapped. The blood covered my eyes but I didn’t see red, I saw clear ahead onto Cheng and at that moment I wanted nothing more but to rip him… Limb. From. Limb. And dat’s what I did, he was bounded to my will, and just when my mission was complete…
Lights Out.[/color] Steele snaps his fingers and his cocky smile turns to a quick look of anger, as he stares deeper into the camera. His eyes almost look like they are burning as he entire attitude changes again.Steele: Just like dat’. It was taken away from me. During da’ blackout I felt somethin’ smash against my head and when I came to, blood was pouring into my eyes and into my mouth. And where was Cheng… gone. He escaped with literally a inch of his life left and left me wonderin’… thinkin’ who in da’ fuck had da’ balls to ruin my shot. Jus’ who has such a grudge, such jealously on me to make themselves God. What higher power is up thea’, lookin’ down at me frownin’ while I’m shinin’? Whoeva’ you are, if you want to make da’ lights go out again, den’ I’m beggin’ ya’ to do it one more time… jus’ one more and see who’s the one who gets knocked da’ fucked out![/color] Steele lowers his mic from his mouth and closes his eyes, before raising both of his arms to his sides. With his tag title in one hand, and his mic in the other, he waits for his attacker to show face again. 10 seconds pass by and nothing. Steele can be seen smirking and shaking his head as he raises the mic back to his mouth.Steele: I see ya’ not comin’. Dat’s aight. But it’s not over… ‘cause tonight I’mma find yo’ ass and make sure dat’ ya’ lights stay out.[/color] Steele drops the mic onto the mat, and takes his Tag Title, putting it over his shoulder as he leaves the ring and gets ready for a manhunt as the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:10:27 GMT -5
Bad Vibrations (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up, and surely enough “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits, and Dan White walks out to muffled pops from the crowd. They're still behind him, but they're weary of his attitude over the last few weeks. He looks a little battered, and bruised, but he still holds his head high, wearing the “Real World Championship” as he enters the ring. He takes a microphone, not in action tonight, and allows his music to fade before beginning to speak.
Dan: Right, a lot of shit has happened recently. I'm not meant to be here tonight, Gingerdude made it clear he wanted me to rest. I'm not entirely sure why, because he hates my guts, but I'm here anyways. But don't worry, I'm going to make this brief.
He pauses, clearing his throats.
Dan: The last month has not been good to me. It's safe to say I'm not a happy fucking bunny. Rattlesnake has been injured as a result of our match at Heatwave, so as for now, Whitesnake is on hiatus.
Slight jeers from the crowd.
Dan: I know, it sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. But this leads me onto two other pieces of business. Firstly, is the Real World Championship. Now, it hasn't really been given much notice, but that's because I've been making sporadic appearances recently. Let myself remind you that this is a very real title, and it does indeed represent the freedom that lies within ACW! It's a symbol that says “fuck you Russo, fuck you BK, fuck you OCW”.
Huge pop from the crowd, liking the announcement.
Dan: This leads onto my final announcement. I think my performance in the ring has started to slack quite recently. I can't explain why, maybe I've not been hitting the gym enough, maybe I've not been juicing enough, I don't know. But either way, I have been pretty much forced myself to make this ultimatum.
He pauses again, looking a tad uneasy.
Dan: This isn't going to be something I particularly want to do, but it has to be done. Basically, if I do not win Emperor of the Ring, I quit. I leave ACW, and hang my boots up. I'm sorry, but I believe it's resorted to this. Thank you.
The boos and jeers echo around the arena, the crowd clearly angry at this announcement as Dan glumly drops the microphone, as “Anarchy” hits again. Exiting the ring, he knows that he has to perform in this tournament, otherwise it's curtains for the Welsh Dragon. And believe me, he'll be true to his word.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:10:40 GMT -5
img401.imageshack.us/img401/8932/2uhv5lene9.jpg [/img] Segment: Sex and Violence...... Credit: Wayde Russeller 8/1/08-Wayde Russeller House Hold As the camera is turning around the room, off camera noises can be heard from Diamond...Diamond: mmmmmmmmmThe camera zooms in on the Entertainment Belt sitting on the dresser and then to the floor where you see Waydes jeans.Wayde: UhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe camera follows the clothes to see show Waydes shirt and hat. You hear Wayde in a low pleasurable whisper.Wayde: oooooooo myyyyyyyy gooooooodThe camera keeps following the clothes to show Diamonds shirt and pants.Wayde: uuuhhhh uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhThe camera goes up the bed where you see Wayde sitting with his back against the top of the bed. He has his shirt off and the blankets over his waist. Just then Diamond pulls her head up from under the covers wiping the side of her mouth. She smiles and lays her head on Waydes chest.Diamond: Did that help you recover from last night?Wayde: Baby you just put a whole new name to X Rated!Diamond: I do what I can. Plus you really turned me on last night...Wayde: What, me losing to a couple of jokers turns you on?Diamond: No, not that sillyWayde: So what was it that got you turned on to do that?Diamond: What you did to Mr. Red. It was soooooo violent, so brutal, so sexy!Wayde smiles as Diamond kisses his chest.Wayde: Well he stepped up to the wrong person. He is jealous because I have a hot girl, a job, and the title he used to have. He should have shut his mouth and kept walking, instead he insulted me, my title reign, and my girl, and the world saw what he got for that. You mess with Mr. X Rated, and you are lucky if you live to tell about it. Diamond: Well he is still suspend, and probably still banged up so we wont be hearing from him any time soon.Wayde gets up and looks at his title.Wayde: Yea, so I can worry about important things, like defending my belt, bringing NUE to greatness, and taking out OCW.Diamond: And since they haven't defeated you in a one on one match yet you are on your way. Hell you even got A.C kicked out!Wayde: Exactly, New Upper Echelon will rule ACW sooner than you think!Diamond sits up on the bed.Diamond: Well before you take over, how bout you come back to bed so I can 'relax' you again.She smirks and Wayde looks at her with open eyes.Wayde: Again??Diamond: Well I want my man to be ready for his title defense tonight....Wayde: Well I you don't have to ask me twice!Diamond gets off the bed and walks up to Wayde and kisses him. She kisses his chest and slides down off camera while Wayde closes his eyes and smilesFade
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:11:52 GMT -5
Segment: This Is How You Celebrate! (Credit: Road Steelers) Last night...
UNCE!
UNCE!
UNCE!
UNCE! [/size] Where is that racket coming from? Oh but of course! It's obviously Club Indigo! And when Jake Steele is happy, theres bound to be an even BIGGER party than normal! I mean, if that's even possible...Let's a take a trip inside. Right away the bouncer turns away the camera man but then sees his ACW T-Shirt and lets him in. The place is packed, flashing lights (lights lights lights lights) are seen all throughout the club, very noticeable on the dance floor. Jake Steele is getting his boogie down (>_>) with two ladies up on the main stage while holding his tag title up in the air. Thunder Train waddles up on stage next to him and begins dancing next to Steele. Thunder Train: Steele!....STEELE!....STEELE!!! I GOTTA TALK TO YOU!!!Jake Steele: Aye nigga... can't you see I'm dancin' with mah hoes?[/color] Thunder Train: LISTEN! ALL THIS PARTYING IS NICE BUT DON'T YOU THINK WE SHOULD GET READY TO DEFEND THE TITLES! I MEAN WE'RE WANTED MEN NOW IN THE TAG DIVISION!Jake Steele: Train, you gotta lighten up man. Enjoy dis'! Dis' is fo' us son! Everything we worked fo' has payed off! And yeah I know we got dudes switchin' off lights and wantin' to take us out, but it's all good! [/COLOR] Thunder Train: But I really think we should!--Jake Steele: Train! Enough man... go get something to eat while I make mah ladies happy.... The women giggle and Train rolls his eyes and jumps off the stage. The club shakes like an earthquake happened. Train sighs and walks over to the free bar. He sits in a stool and turns around and looks at Steele. He shakes his head and swings back around facing the bartenderBartender: What can I get you Mr. Train? Thunder Train: What do you have to eat?Bartender: Well we have, sandwiches, pizza, soup, chicken, salad, eggs, bacon, pancakes. Thunder Train: Yes.Bartender: "Yes?" What does that mean? Thunder Train: I'll take all of that, except the salad. I'm not Freeman. And that's a really odd menu for a CLUB...Bartender:.....Alright...... So, the bartender walks away and Train continues to watch his tag team partner party hard. About a half hour passes and Train gets all of his food and within SECONDS its gone. However, something didn't settle right and Train gets a hurt look on his face. He falls from the bar and holds his stomach.Bartender: Oh my God! We need help over here! Thunder Train: NO! I'm fine! I'm just gonna...ohh.....go talk to Steele..Train gets up and walks over to Steele. He tugs on Steele's shirt and Steele just brushes him off.Thunder Train: STEELE! WE GOTTA GO! MY STOMACH!Jake Steele: Yo' stomach is made of steel, no pun intended. Now go sit down.[/color] Thunder Train can't hold it any longer and lets out a huge fart. Timing couldn't be worse as right as he does, the dude who juggles fire sticks appears.
BOOM!
The club explodes and catches on fire. Steele looks pissed as the look of pain on Train's face is now a look of relief. The fire alarm goes off and water starts pouring from the ceiling. Steele grabs his belt and gets out of dodge. Train follows him.
45 Minutes Later...
Firetrucks and ambulances are at the seen. Police cars are also in number getting the story from a number of witnesses. Steele looks as his club is burnt to the ground. Train walks up to him, wanting to apologize.Thunder Train: Listen Steele--Jake Steele: NAH MAN! YOU STAY AWAY FROM ME! DIS' IS ALL YO' FAULT! GOD, I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN YOUR PARTNER! I'M GONNA LOOK FORWARD TO KICKIN' YO' ASS NEXT WEEK! YOU DON'T DO ANYTHING BUT EAT AND FUCK UP MY FLOW! NOW BEFO' YOU EAT SOMEONE OR SOMTHIN' ELSE, FUCK OFF![/color] Train turns his head then begins walking away. As he walks away a firefighter walks up to Steele.Firefighter: *Laughs* Seems you had a *Laughs* gas leak!....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Jake Steele: I'm gonna kick yo' ass if you don't get out of here![/COLOR] The firefighter walks away and Jake Steele stares at his fallen club as we fade out.
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:12:03 GMT -5
Match 2: Wayde Russler vs. James Murphy – ACW Entertainment Title (Credit: Wayde Russler) Entrances: "Ocean Planet" by Gorija plays on the loudspeaker and Murphy comes out to cheers. He runs and slides in the ring and waits for the champ. "Jesus or a Gun" plays on the loud speakers and Wayde Russeller comes out. He has the title around his waist and Diamond Fox is with them. They go down to the ring and Diamond takes the title as Wayde gets in to take on Murphy. He looks at Murphy and laughingly points at him as if to say "I'm fighting this guy??" Match Start: As soon as the bell rings Murphy runs and punches Wayde several times in the face catching Wayde off guard. Wayde recovers and blocks a punch from Murphy but he is ready for a block and hits to stiff kicks to Waydes calf that makes him kneel on the ground in pain. He bounces off the ropes and connects with a clothesline as the fans go nuts. As Wayde goes to get up he is met with a spring board tornado ddt Middle of Match: After Murphy hits some more high impact moves before Wayde is able to establish some offense by catching Murphy off the top and dropping him with a spinning spine buster. Wayde connects with a eurpean uppercut and then throws Murphy off the ropes and lands a big boot that send him out of the ring. Wayde goes out and throws him back in the ring and climbs the ropes for a Souther Justice but Murphy has a burst of energy and runs up the rope and hits an enziguri that force Wayde to sit on the ropes. He then goes back to the turnbuckle and drops Wayde with a Samoan Drop off the top. Match Finish: After being slammed to the mat Wayde is struggling to get up and save his title but Murphy has other plans. He locks on the BOLT lock (Triangle choke hold) Wayde looks like he might tap, but then he gets a HUGE burst of power and while in the BOLT lock he lifts up Murphy and power bombs him into the corner causing Murphy to be in a sitting position on the ground of the turnbuckle. Wayde runs and hits a Smith a Weston and then locks on the Rocka-Bye Lullabye. Murphy fights for a little but to no avail. Eventually he taps and the ref calls for the bell. Winner: Wayde Russeller. As Waydes music plays Diamond comes in the ring with the title and a mic as Wayde as some words for the crowd......
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:12:21 GMT -5
Segment: Payback is a Bitch Credit: Wayde Russeller and Mr. Red Wayde is in the middle of the ring with the mic as the fans boo. He goes to talk only to get boo'd some more. Finally he cocks his head back ignoring the fans and yells in to the mic.Wayde: YOUR WINNER AND STILL ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPION.......Dramatic pause.....Wayde: MMMMMMMRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR X RAAAAAAATED!He smiles and looks around as Diamond claps for him.Wayde: Thats right ladies and gentleman! Mr. X Rated has once again come out victorious. And now it is time to look at how many people thought I would win THIS match.....The Alphatron shows the number......80% Wayde: Thats right. My last three matches, NO ONE believed I could win. 0%. And now just three short weeks and I have 80% of the people believing in me. They are starting to see what Wayde Russeller is made of and what he can do. You know who else knows what I can do? Mr. RedCrowd pops at the nameWayde: Now don't get to excited. He will not be here tonight or any other time for that matter. Not only is he suspended but if he wasnt suspended.....the beat down I laid on him would have put him out of action anyway. Red let me put this simple so you can understand. You.....will......NEVER....get.....MY.....title! Get in my way again and I will make sure you never walk ever again. Now enough about h................. Welcome to the jungle We got fun 'n' games
The crowd explodes as Mr. Reds music blasts on the loudspeaker. Wayde looks around frantically looking for a sneak attack but to his surprise Red comes out, with a baseball bat in hand, and down the entrance ramp Edison: Well folks it looks like Red has some payback on his mind!McNally: Yeah and no sneak attacks here! He is gonna come confront Wayde face to face! And look, he even brought something along with him.Wayde drops the mic and gets Diamond out of the ring. Red is now at the ring and slides in. As soon as he gets in Wayde tries to club him with the belt but Red raises his bat to block the shot. Both men drop their objects and Mr. Red jabs a fist in the gut of Wayde. Wayde returns the blow and the two start exchanging right hands back and forth but Red's anger is too much for Wayde who comes out on the losing end. To protect himself he rolls out of the ring. Red is not gonna allow that however, and he slides out and clubs Wayde in the back of the head. He grabs Waydes hair and bounces Waydes head off of the apron. He doesn't let go and instead runs and violently drives Waydes forehead into the steel turnbuckle. Edison: Talk about needing advil!McNally: Wow Red is out of control....and the fans love it!!Wayde is laying on the ground now and Red drops on top of him and starts swinging left and rights each punch with a viscous force behind it. Wayde has blood pour from his head now and Diamond is screaming high pitch bloody murder as she watches. Red slides back into the ring and heads for his bat. Security now hits ring side full force. In Reds fury he knocks some of them out before they are able to get control of him. The head of security reminds him he is suspended and tells him to leave now. Red takes a long look bouncing his eyes from the paniced Diamond, the ET belt, and the bloodied Wayde Russeller before slowly backing up and letting security escort him out as medics rush to look at Wayde. They help carry him to the back as the scene fades. Fade
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:12:54 GMT -5
“With Great Evil Comes Great Irresponsibility” Credit: Thunderkiss [20 feet underneath the arena’s concrete floor Thunderkiss contemplates his visit by Steve Phillips. Feelings of regret slowly build inside of him for a small part of him was in agreement with the Senator’s words. As much as he would like to lend his ally a hand and partake in the grand spectical that is Alpha Championship Wrestling, a larger part of him understands the dangers of doing so. He is not well and to bring his illness to the masses would be a grave error in judgement. Be this as it may, the demon within can feel TK’s temptation and begins to tickle it with it’s tongue.] [glow=red,2,300]"Hey, let’s go for a little walk."[/glow] Thunderkiss: No.[glow=red,2,300]"Well we can’t sit here forever, because our time together on this plane of existence is anything BUT. The end of the world is quickly approaching, Thunderkiss. Do you not see the signs around you? The Soviet Union is returning; the red army marches once more. The Iranians continue to build their beautiful atomic bomb while China dances in the shadows with great anticipation. Meanwhile the West and their new world order ejaculate out euphoria from their capitalistic genitalia! BUY! CONSUME! BUY! CONSUME! Hahahahaha, it’s a never ending cycle that lines the pockets of the few that take from the many! Not convinced yet? You don’t need Al Gore to tell you the ice packs melting at an alarming rate. Soon the world will be flooded Thunderkiss, and there is NO Noah to build an ark for the sinners! It’s all coming crashing down! EVERYTHING! Fire will rain down from the sky and incinerate entire nations! Children will be without mothers! Innocents will turn to killing and eating the flesh of others just to survive! Isn’t it glorious!?!?!"[/glow] Thunderkiss: Shut up. [glow=red,2,300]"Oh come on! Don’t be such a spoil sport! There will be BILLIONS of SOULS to harvest and you and I will be there to make sure we don’t miss a one! But if you don’t begin to motivate yourself, then we’ll do exactly that! Now get your ass up, I’m tired of your pity party. I tried to be patient at first but now you are PISSING ME OFF!"[/glow] Thunderkiss: Go fuck yourself.[glow=red,2,300]"Have it your way. They do say that possession is nine tenths of the law, you know!"[/glow] ....With a devil’s strength he twists.... Thunderkiss: Argghhgh!...and twists... Thunderkiss: ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH! *Vomit* ...GacK......what’s left of his insanity goes .... Thunderkiss: Heha...Hhaeaha....HEAHAHAAHA...... whatever left of him rustles as it leaves ... Thunderkiss: HAHEAHAHAHEAHAOHAOHA!!! ... until all that’s left is darkness and cold ... Demonkiss: OH, THIS FEELS ....
GOOOOOOOOOOOD! [TO BE CONTINUED]
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:13:20 GMT -5
Segment: Target Identified?
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
The camera shifts to the backstage area of ACW where we see Scott Andrews walking the hallways with ‘Lucy’ in hand. He makes his way to the water cooler and takes a huge swing, knocking it off it’s holster; water flying everywhere. He then swings the bat the other way taking out a vase that holds a bouquet of vibrant autumn coloured flowers.
Scott: DOUBLE KILL!
Scott then casually continues his rampage, hitting a mannequin modelling the latest ACW shirt right in the face, knocking the whole thing to the floor and wrecking the entire display.
Scott: HEADSHOT!
His next target is a table with three bowls of different foods; breads, crackers, and cheeses. He runs along the side of the table and smashes down on all three bowls, shattering both the ceramic bowls and their inhabitants.
Scott: M-M-M-M-MULTI KILL!!!
He seems to be impressed with his efforts so far and heads towards a wall and pulls out a spray can from his jacket pocket. He shakes it up and sprays a vertical line, a horizontal line, and three cirlcles, each bigger than the last. He looks at the wall for a moment before swinging the bat as hard as he can into it and a cluster of broken glass is propelled forward. A picture frame with red spray paint stains drops from the wall and Scott bends down to look at the damage.
Scott: …Godlike…
He rolls up the picture and puts it into his jacket. The camera doesn’t reveal the picture that was smashed into bits, so was it Scott’s first target? I guess we’ll find out later…
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:13:41 GMT -5
Segment: Whiteboy Say What? (Credit: Train)
No more fooling around! Train bursts through a door and into an office. Standing there is Max Vol Ume with a smile on his face. Train has a Big Mac in his hand and OM NOMs it down. Max hands Train a paper and continues smirking as Train goes over it.
Thunder Train *With mouth full*: What the hell is this?
Max Vol Ume: Train, we are going to try and market you in a new way first. Instead of a CD where you had little or pretty much no exposure to the people outside of wrestling.
Thunder Train: Exactly, what did you have in mind Max? Movies! I like movies! You get to eat popcorn! THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! GRAWR!!!
Max Vol Ume: NO TRAIN! WATCH OUT!
Train has a spaz moment for a second and flails his arms in the air. Max grabs him and puts his arms down. He shakes his head and continues talking.
Max Vol Ume: No..You are going to do Subway commercials with Jared. Like how other celebrities did.
Train gets a shocked look on his face.
Thunder Train: White boy say what?
Max Vol Ume: You know...Subway commercials. That Jared guy who lost all the weight...
Thunder Train: WHAT? JARED? HE REPRESENTS EVERYTHING THAT I HATE IN THIS WORLD!!! HEALTHY EATING? STUPID! WHO HAS TIME FOR THAT WHEN YOU CAN GET A BIG MAC AT MCDONALD'S FOR A LOW PRICE!
Max Vol Ume: Train! Calm down! It's just one commercial! You are doing it this weekend!
Thunder Train: GAH! This is so stupid! How could you do this to me? This is going to destroy my reputation! People who look up to me will be crushed!
Max Vol Ume: Train! It's just ONE commercial! I MEAN COME ON! How hard is it to get through your head. Thats what she said.
Thunder Train: What?
Max Vol Ume: Yes
Thunder Train: Alright...
Max Vol Ume: Indeed.
Thunder Train: Ugh. Fine....What will I do after this?
Max Vol Ume: Well, we want to keep that a surprise for now.
Thunder Train: -_-....It won't be something stupid again will it?
Max Vol Ume: No promises. But hey, at least its better than those guys over at A.I.D.S. I mean they were driving your career into the ground. At least here we treat you with respect!
Thunder Train: Going against my values is respect? Whatever, I'll be at the commercial shoot...but I am NOT going to like it!
Max Vol Ume: Great! I'll see you later then!
Max extends his hand for a handshake but Train just looks down, smirks then turns away. Max looks surprised then pulls his hand back and touches his hair. He scoffs then looks at more papers as we fade out.
Fade to Black.
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