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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:14:27 GMT -5
Match 3: Henry McKaye vs. Jonny Spade – EOTR Qualifying Match (Credit: Steele)
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
Segment: Friendly Competition Credit: Zero As the first qualifying match of this years Emperor of the Ring tournament finishes up, we find our attention brought to the enclosed office of Chairman Gingerdude. The Chairman happens to be on the phone, talking to an associate of his when the door opens up and Jay Zero enters the scene, cuing boos from those watching on the Alphatron. Seeing Jay Zero approaching him, Ginger tries to close up his conversation. Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Yes, well just try to deal with it. Push it back a day then, it'll be fine. But look, somebody just walked in, I gotta go. Alright. Bye. The Co-Chairman turns his phone towards him, clicking the "End" button before closing the cell phone and dropping it into his coat pocket. He puts a smile on his face and extends his hand out, willing to shake Jays hand. Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: How's it going Jay? Jay ignores the gesture and just gets straight to business. Zero :: Ginger what's the deal with this Emperor of the Ring shit? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Well, depends on what you mean. Zero rolls his eyes as he walks towards Gingers desk. Zero :: Well first I'm pissed off enough at the fact that I have to waste my time with this again, and now I find out I'm actually not entered? What the hell is this qualifying junk? There wasn't any of this last year when I was in it. [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Ah yes. The board thought it would be a nice change to really earn your spot in the tournament as we're dropping it down to an eight man contest. Zero :: Well what the hell does that even matter?! Isn't this qualifying round pretty much just another part of the tournament anyways? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Well Jay, what does it matter to you? All you need to do is win, right? Don't complain to me about it. Smiling, Ginger leans back in his office chair. Zero :: Nyah hah heaaw! Funny Ginger. You're a Class Act Comedian! [/color][/center] Ginger nods his head. Zero :: Can I atleast know who I'm facing? I would like a little heads up on this Ging seeing as how I had no clue of this shit until Kevin told me about it earlier! So what's the deal here? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Hmm... Let's see. Ginger leans forward, reaching for some papers on his desk. He pulls out a sheet of paper which looks to be the dates for the qualifying matches for the tournament. Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Zero... Zeeroo. Ah. Right there. This Monday on Warfare you will be fighting for your spot in the Emperor of the Ring tournament against Mr. X Rated, Wayde Russler! Not really finding it funny, Zero rolls his eyes and sighs. Zero :: I didn't actually mean you're a comedian.... [/color][/center] And now it seems as if the Chairman is confused. Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: ....Pardon? Zero :: Wayde Russler? Mr. X Rated? You really expect me to believe that? It isn't funny! [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Jay what are you talking about? Zero :: I personally don't find that shit funny! It's bad enough that I once again have to go through the steps of "earning" a title shot that I've already earned Ginger! I don't have time for you to turn this into a complete joke! Now who the hell is my opponent? For real this time. [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: ...Wayde... Russler? The Chairman seems sincere on that, but also says it with a tone of slight confusion as Jay isn't quite taking it the right way. Zero :: Ughh. So what? I'm the only big name in a tournament of nobodies? Pft. Real nice. Who in the HELL is Wayde Russler? Where'd you find this one? A backlot brawl? LUE? Heh. Heh hah haa. [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: ....No - actually, he's the current Entertainment Champion Jay. You know? He's the leader of the Upper Echelon... Zero :: ....Wait, what the hell? I thought Kitsune was knocked up and Chef got his face burnt up? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: No, the new one. Zero :: The new what? [/color][/center] Co-Chairman Gingerdude[/color] :: Upper Echelon. Zero :: .....What the hell? Screw this - I gotta get ready for my match. [/color][/center] Annoyed at Gingerdude who Jay thinks is messing around with him, he turns his back, making his exit. Ginger shakes his head, lightly cupping his palm and putting it to his forehead, better known as a face-palm. Is Jay Zero really ignorant enough to not know who the Entertainment Champion is? Well -- right now he has bigger issues to worry about, and that's beating his opponent XS3 later on tonight.
The scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:14:59 GMT -5
Segment: Lets Settle This Credit: Wayde Russeller
We go to the back in the NUE locker room where Wayde Russeller sits on the table getting stitches for his cuts on his forehead given to him by Mr. Red. Diamond stands close by watching and looking like she is in more pain the Wayde is. In midst of getting the stitches Co-Chairman Gingerdude walks into the room.
Ginger: Hey Wayde, on behalf of ACW I would like to apologize for the security failure. Injuries are a part of wrestling but Mr. Red should have been no where near the ring during his suspension period.
Wayde: Your damn right he shouldn't have been. Maybe if you hire some real security instead of these fat slobs this wouldn't have happened.
Ginger: Well....there was a security breach but these guys are professional weight lifters, former boxers, and martial arts masters, I'd hardly call them 'fat slobs'
Wayde: Did Red get in the building?
Ginger: Obviously
Wayde: Did he walk through the whole back area and out to the ring?
Ginger: Ummm, I would assume so
Wayde: Am I getting stitches right now because no one stopped him?
Ginger: Well yea bu.........
Wayde: Then don't brag about how great your useless security is.
Ginger: Your right, we are very sorry for the events that took place tonight and I wanted to assure you that action will be taken. Effective immediately Mr. Red's suspension will be extended for a full year. So you se........
Wayde: Wait what?
Gingerdude looks around looking confused at what part Wayde didn't understand
Ginger: Where did I lose you?
Wayde: At the part where you said Red's suspension is extended for a year!
Ginger: Well yea, action has to be taken. Not only for ACW but for you too. Isn't this what you want?
Wayde: NO! Its what I wanted now I changed my mind. Red wants me this badly, I want you to lift his suspension so we can have a match next Monday.
Ginger: ABSOLUTELY NOT! What kind of message does that send? "Don't like your suspension? Come back and piss someone off and it will be lifted!" I can't do that Wayde and you know it.
Wayde knocks the hand that is stitching him up away and stands up slowly breathing heavy and staring at Ginger. He still has stitches hanging out of his head that have not been placed yet.
Wayde: Fine.......
He turns and looks at the camera. And speaks in a deep, serious, almost chilling voice.
Wayde: Here is what we will do then Mr. Red. You want a piece of me so badly? You want MY title? Well I am not afraid of you. So if your serious about your wanting to fight me then you should up at the arena Monday night. I will meet you outside of the arena and we will have an Unsanctioned Street Fight for the ACW Entertainment title. No one can stop us as long as we are outside, the only question is; Are you man enough? Because I promise you this Red, if you do show up on Monday, I will leave champion. And you will learn what happens when things get X Rated.
Wayde, still breathing heavy turns and looks at Ginger who is near speechless. Ginger walks out of the room shaking his head and Wayde sits down to finish getting his stitches put in. The scene fades as Wayde is getting stitched and staring deeply into the nothingness in front of him.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:15:10 GMT -5
Segment: “Round 1, Fight” (Credit: Kudo)
Charlotte: Charlotte King here backstage once again with Kudo Yasuda, following his hard fought victory at Heatwave. How are you feeling Kudo?
Kudo: Well Charlotte after that triple threat double jeopardy match at Heatwave I’m feeling more confident that I’m on track to accomplishing the things I’ve set out to do here in ACW. Now what I’d like to do is take another day to heal up and get back to 100%, but right now I’m not obliged with that kind of benefit.
Charlotte: That’s right, because tonight you’re booked in a match with Johnny Hughes.
Kudo: Not just any match Charlotte – an Emperor of the Ring qualifying match. This is the same tournament that I fell in the finals and then semi finals of 2 years in a row. Now I’m back and more focused than ever. I’ve got my priorities in check, my head on straight, and my knee strike hitting as fierce as ever, and so there’s no slowing down now for Mr. K.O.
Charlotte: And you’ve had previous tournament experience in Canada as well haven’t you?
Kudo: Yes, I’ve taken the Super J Crown tournament trophy 2 times in a row back in 2006 and 2007 at Lion’s Road wrestling. But that doesn’t translate to anything here in ACW. If you can’t remotely produce the same results against some of the stiffest competition here in ACW then you shouldn’t even bother trying. You see this isn’t a group of juniors from different promotions organized together to face off in a tournament, these are ACW wrestlers; many who have been in the organization for a while and know the tricks to win here, and just as dangerous are the up and comers who will leave everything out in the ring without a doubt.
Charlotte: So are you concerned about making it all the way this year?
Kudo: Remember Charlotte, while there’s plenty of competition for me, I’m more than enough competition for the rest of them as well.
Charlotte nods and faces the camera.
Charlotte: Well Kudo is going to start on his journey to finally claim the Emperor of the Ring title starting tonight in an EOTR qualifier against Johnny Hughes. Stay tuned!
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:15:28 GMT -5
Match 4: Jonny Hughes vs. Kudo Yasuda – EOTR Qualifying Match (Credit: Scott Andrews)
MATCH START: Both men know the others abilities, but that doesn’t stop Kudo going for a quick double leg takedown. Hughes sprawls and as the two get back to their feet, Jonny hits a quick Fireman’s Carry, sending Kudo to his back. Hughes locks in a seated sleeper hold and keeps it applied until Kudo reaches the ropes. Hughes releases but quickly runs the ropes and delivers a stiff kick across Kudo’s back while he still sits. Jonny pulls him backwards to the mat and covers for a one count. Hughes wants to make quick work of the R-3 Prodigy and lifts him to his feet before whipping him into the corner. Hughes runs and lifts his foot up going for a Yakuza Kick, but Kudo ducks under and Jonny’s leg is hung over the top rope. Kudo goes in behind and hits a Sheer Drop Back Suplex, dropping Jonny on the back of his neck. Kudo covers for a two count.
MATCH MIDDLE: After a couple of close pins each the two begin brawling as Jonny is lifted to his feet. They trade forearms and chops before Jonny gets Kudo against the ropes and clotheslines him to the outside. Hughes parades around the ring, taunting the fans. He then goes to the outside where Kudo is waiting for him and blindsides the Englishman with a Roaringiri, knocking him senseless. Kudo hears the referees call and rolls Hughes into the ring, following up with a pin. He gets a two count as Hughes lifts the shoulder up. Kudo then decides to use some stronger grapples to wear his opponent down and lifts Jonny up to hit a DDT, but Hughes being the technician he is, drops to one knee, putting Kudo off before lifting him over his head into a release Northern Lights Suplex. Both men lay on the mat for a while before Hughes rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up. Kudo rolls onto his side and grabs the ropes for leverage. Jonny sends some stiff forearms into Kudo’s midsection as he tries to get to his feet and grabs him with a rear waistlock, hitting a German Suplex pin for a two count. The crowd are on the edge of their seats as these two ring warriors attempt to pin the other.
MATCH END: Hughes has the upper hand after the suplex and ponders using an even more devastating move to really hit the last nail into the coffin to take Kudo out and advance in the tournament. He picks Kudo up and hits him in the face with a slap before bending him down into a front chancery before lifting him up in the air to go for The Coronation. The crowd know it’s over if he lands it, but at the last second, Kudo spins and lands behind Hughes and hits a violent Yin-Yang Suplex, pinning Jonny for a long two count. Kudo sees that Jonny is vulnerable and weakened by the move and goes to lock in a Camel Clutch to finish him off in his current state, but as Kudo reaches for Jonny’s arm, The Shooter pulls him to the mat and transitions smoothly into the Vice Vice Baby. Jonny wrenches back, putting all his weight and power into destroying Kudo’s neck. Kudo writhes in pain for a good while though never giving up. Slowly, Kudo struggles to get one arm free and eventually does, elbowing Hughes in his chest and face, allowing the hold to be broken. Kudo stands and shakes his head and arm in pain as Jonny refocuses on Kudo. Jonny runs at him looking to take him out with a powerful Yakuza Kick, but Kudo ducks once more and as Hughes bounces back off the ropes Kudo backs up then runs in and hits the Yakuza Knee with everything left in his tank to knock Hughes to the mat and gain the three count.
WINNER: Kudo Yasuda
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:16:07 GMT -5
Segment: The Challenge (Birth of a God: Chapter 5) (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[As Henry arrived to the arena in Hamburg, approximately four hours after he was supposed to be there, he wasted no time letting everyone backstage know what was on his mind. Henry kicked open the referee's locker room door and made a b-line for Mal Mason. Mason knowing Henry was going to be after him for stranding him in the Reeperbahn immediately ducked behind the much larger but less brave Ref Douglas. Henry shoved the fatter referee aside, grabbed Mason by his bright red shirt and slammed him against his cold metal locker. Mason, petrified at this point, attempted to play stupid.]
Mal Mason: Hey, Hank, how's it go-
Henry McKaye: Where's Kroenen?!
[Henry had dark circles around his eyes and looked unkempt, but it was the look in McKaye's eyes that told Mason the dumb act wasn't going to work. Mason held his hands up as a peace offering, but Henry just shoved him harder into the locker.]
Mal Mason: Now, come on, Hank! Think about it, you're going to be done here next week and you can go home. Why start anything?
Johann Kroenen: Ladies and gentlemen, I have become unstoppable!
[Henry McKaye turned his head and caught the live monitor out of the corner of his eye. There he was, just the man he was looking for, standing in the middle of the ring in front of hundreds of fans spouting his “gospel.” The Death God was impeccably dressed as always in a black dress pants, pinstripe vest, and a Victorian style white dress shirt and his supporters had grown since his first encounter with Henry. Before, Kroenen couldn't say a sentence without getting bombarded with boos, now half of the crowd was combating the boos with “Death God” chants. Henry snorted at the smiling Kroenen in the monitor and shoved Mason to the floor.]
Mal Mason: Henry! Let it go, he's done with you... don't give him a reason to start again!
[Mal's “advice” fell flat on Henry's ears as he rushed out of the ref locker room and headed straight for the entrance ramp. As Henry shoved past crew people and wrestlers alike, he managed to swipe the weapon of choice of a young German wrestler named Slugger out of the kid's hands. Henry gripped the bat hard in his hands as he made his way to the black curtain, but was pulled back at the last minute by a pair of feminine hands.]
Casper: What're you doing?
[Henry didn't turn to face her, instead keeping his attention focused to the egomaniac padding his own ego in the center of the ring. Casper was told to leave after she dropped Henry off, but obviously that wasn't going to be the case. No matter, he had bigger fish to fry than a stray cat. Henry shook her hands off of him and ran out of the entrance ramp, bat in hand, and slid into the ring. Kroenen, whose back was turned to the entrance ramp, didn't see McKaye enter the ring until it was too late to make a counter attack. The big man threw a clothesline at Henry, which he easily ducked under and swung the bat like Sammy Sosa into the Death God's ribs. Kroenen dropped to his knees and hunched over, opening up his enormous back for a second shot from the baseball bat. Kroenen dropped face first on the mat and the fans went dead silent. No one had taken the big man down like Henry McKaye just had... and they certainly didn't know how to react when the Blonde Bomber picked up the microphone Kroenen dropped in the attack.]
Henry McKaye: I'm not sure if I'm the only one here, but I'm sick of hearing this son of a bitch run his mouth!
[Half of the crowd erupted into cheers, the other half in boos. Johann Kroenen was asserting himself as the face of WXW and those who bought into his campaign couldn't get enough of his spell-binding promises of dominance. Henry, although admittedly surprised by the praise he was getting, didn't pay too much mind to the fans reactions as he moved towards the dazed Kroenen who was slowly coming to. Henry kicked the big man in the ribs to turn him over before placing the bottom of his boot into his throat to keep him down.]
Henry McKaye: I'll tell you one more thing I'm sick of... you, Kroenen. I'm not sure what kind of games or what kind of pull you have around here, but it's coming to an end. Now, I have one more week on my contract, and I'm sure as hell not going to sit by and let you get away with bloodying me up while I've been here. So, I have a proposition for you. My last date here seems to be on the same day as this summer's super show... so let's make a date out of it.
[Henry dropped to his knees and held the bat up against the still groggy Kroenen's throat. Henry got directly in the bigger man's face to show him just the amount of hell he had been put through to get back to Hamburg and it showed. Henry's long blonde hair was loosely hung from a sloppy ponytail, his face had a thick five o'clock shadow, and his clothes were covered in the filth of the Reeperbahn.]
Henry McKaye: I swear to God, Kroenen, if I'm leaving WXW... I'm taking your ass with me!
[Henry stood up and kicked Kroenen in the ribs again for good measure before exiting the ring. As he marched back towards the black curtain, he paid no mind to what the crowd thought of his actions. He didn't fight for them anymore... he fought for himself and only himself. As he shoved through the black curtain and came face to face with Casper's concerned face, Henry moved past her. Soon, she along with everything else in this god forsaken country would be a distant memory as he slept at his wife's side and held his baby daughter in his arms. No matter what happened, a week from today... this would all end.]
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:16:24 GMT -5
September 4th
Thursday Night Meltdown
A man's face appears on the Alphatron. It's been years since he has been on ACW Television, and although known for his bad guy reputation, he gets one of the biggest pops in recent history.
Predator: I'm back. Credit goes to Cheng
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:17:17 GMT -5
Segment: Family Reunited. Credit: Steele/James Murphy The scene fades in slowly to see Jake Steele walking through the backstage area, looking left and right to himself, incase his attacker finds the light switch and tries anything funny. Steele continues this pattern trying to see if anyone besides a useless stagehand or a no-name wrestler is around. In the back of his mind, he knows that anyone could be his attacker but he also knows that a random newcomer wouldn’t have the balls to randomly attack him, just for a chance of fame. No one is that stupid in his eyes, thus why he’s asking big name stars. Steele continues walking, until suddenly… he stops. At first the camera doesn’t catch who this is to make Steele pause in his tracks, until it pans around and right in front of him stands… James… Murphy. The same man who brutally assaulted Danny Mainer with Santanica’ 68 after his match with Silencio and may have ended his entire ACW Career. The two have somewhat of a history as upon Steele’s return, he took out Murphy in a violent rage and shortly after Murphy left ACW TV for a few months. Now the two stand toe to toe for the first time in that amount of time, and the two now share a very tension pushed staredown. But quickly, Steele cracks a smile and begins to speak.Steele: Well… long time no see man, how ya’ been?[/color] James Murphy: …Fine. Just the usual, killing careers. And making sure people like YOU don’t wake up in the morning. Steele: People like me?… Hmph. Let me ask ya’ a question nigga, you look like da’ type ta’ mess with electric switches… you know shit about what went down durin’ my match with Cheng?[/color] James Murphy: Pfft, please..."nigga"... I wouldn’t hide behind a light fixture to attack you. I would get directly into your face, and make sure that when I get my revenge, you’re going to be able to see my face...while I pound yours in.... More tension builds. It almost feels like one of those anime moments where even though the two characters are right next to each other, there is still a split screen and random lightning flashing across the screen. Yeah, that sums how much tension there is now between those men after Murphy’s words, but Steele knows he doesn’t have time to do revenge plots with Murphy, so he cuts their reunion short. So he puts his sunglasses back on, and walks past Murphy as the UK bred man looks back at Steele and scowls before taking his own leave as the camera cuts back to Steele.
He now is even more pissed than before, and is fully intent on finding the man who took him out. Even through his sunglasses, his eyes can be fully seen and they are filled with pure and utter anger. But just when he is about to snap, a stagehand runs up to him and hands him a note. Steele looks at the stagehand funny, as he runs off, and Steele just stands there and opens up the note, reading the contents:‘Mr Steele,
It has come to my attention that you’ve been looking for me. Apparently you’ve taken offence to my actions at Heatwave, and you’re on some misguided search for me. If you really want to know who I am and why I did what I did then I suggest you meet me in the middle of that ring.
See you soon.
Mr Mystery At that point, Steele's eye begins to slowly, very slowly twitch but as it does he lets a dark smile come over his face, he looks up to the ceiling and immediately heads to the ring as the scene fades out...
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:17:43 GMT -5
Segment: The time has now come (Credit: XS3)
We are now brought to the back where we see a man seated on a crate and hunched over with a towel over his head. The man looks up and we see it's none other than XS3, who begins to soak in the positive reaction from the crowd. He gives a smirk before throwing the towel off of his head and standing to a full vertical base.
XS3: Tonight, I begin my path towards the fulfillment of my destiny. Tonight is where all the critics are put to sleep. Tonight… I face a man I used to call my friend, Jay Zero.
XS3 nods solemnly as boos and jeers are heard in the background.
XS3: Now when you look back on everything that has happened since the fall of the Entourage, times have changed for both of us. I'm occupied with my friend and NEW tag team champions I might add, the Road Steelers. And Zero is wondering if people love him. Well, here's a little tidbit for you, sport. No, I don't love you. In fact, I can hardly bring myself to look at you, you worthless piece of scum. No one loves you anymore, Jay. Ever since you lost the Light Heavyweight title, or rather passed it off, you've fallen off the wagon and don't seem to have any intention of hopping back on. You are not going to have people loving you after tonight. You are going to be having people laughing at you and mocking you because you got your ass kicked by a man you put down as a "dimwit" a couple of weeks ago.
The crowd gives a pop for the remarks made thus far by "The Exemplar".
XS3: And once I fight you and move on, I will be turning my attention to bigger and better things. What I'm referring to, of course, is my participation in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. This will be my second tournament in a row that I am competing in… And I've learned that my opponent is Josh The Jersey Boy. Hey Josh, where have you been all this time? It's either you've been hiding your face in shame after getting punked out by Libertines or you've been smoking meth with all of the other GWF rejects in the back. I refuse to back down from any challenge, especially a match against you, you shallow scrub.
XS3 then turns his head to one side and cracks his neck before looking into the camera with a look of fury in his eyes, one that hasn't been seen in a while.
XS3: And then, the real fun begins. Maybe I'll face Mr. Red or Dan White. Hell, maybe I'll have to tangle with Brian Carnage. It won't matter because whoever the challenge may be, I will bring all of my fortitude to the big dance. And ACW, I promise you this; with Kirsten now at peace and every bad thought left behind, it's going to take a thousand Yoko Satoshis to stop me from realizing my dream. And that is not destiny. That is not fate. By god, it's just the way it is. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to prepare for the main event.
XS3 then turns on his heels and (almost comically) runs off from the scene, leaving us all to soak in the words of "The Exemplar". It also brings up one important question:
Is it time for destiny once again?
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:17:55 GMT -5
Segment: “Back to Work” (Credit: Kudo)
Backstage problem solver Alan Albright stands beside a treadmilling Kudo at the Albright gym.
Albright: Come on, give it your all! This is Emperor of the Ring Kudo! You don’t win this and who knows you may just disappear off the face of ACW!
Kudo continues running at a quick pace, working up a sweat.
Albright: Man I think I’ve let you off the hook letting you just coast and play around in Japan.
Kudo (huffing): Letting me?! You tricked and forced me into that.
Albright: Enough talk, I’m turning up your speed.
Albright pushes the speed button twice.
Kudo (puffing): Albright you’re supposed to be solving my problems, but right now you’re starting to become the problem.
Kudo stays on the highest speed for another several seconds and then slows down and comes to a full stop. He walks off to a bench to sit and wipe himself down with a towel. Albright hovers over him like a concerned Olympic coach.
Albright: Wrestling is a business of sweat and tears Kudo.
The two watch as Ghetto Rob walks by carrying 2 full sweat pails past them.
Albright: Well, mostly sweat in some cases. Anyway, we lost some time with our trip to Japan, but you certainly showed that you’re just getting started with that convincing victory over Wayde and Bryce and Heatwave. But now you’ve got an even larger test ahead of you. Emperor of the Ring, the event where wrestlers are made *ahem* then sometimes forgotten, but made nonetheless.
Kudo: Another step on my way back up.
Albright: Well this is going to be one giant message sending step for you. I know you were trained at the DragonArts dojo, but right now I want to see you practicing the ass kicking arts when you get into that ring on Thursday. You’ve got a lot to reprove since you’ve come back. I can only do so much in the public image, but you’ve got to handle yourself in the ring first.
Kudo: That’s one thing where there isn’t a problem Albright. I’ll give it my all every time I hit that ACW mat…
Albright: Yeah well when you’re in these qualifying matches, make sure you’re not the one hitting the mat…
-Fade Out-
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:18:14 GMT -5
Fighting Spirit Danny Mainer/Thunderkiss The crowd are incredibly excited as we enter the second hour of the show. We’ve seen some great matches so far and our awesome main event has yet to come. Loud cheering from all around as the fans look forward to Jay Zero VS Big Man XS3 in one on one contest in the main event but before that can happen, we’re greeted by the sound of “I Wanna Rock” by Twisted Sister blaring out the speakers. The song that beckons the entrance of one former International Champion, Danny Mainer walking out of the curtains but this is not the normal Danny Mainer we see every week. This Danny has a neckbrace for one. Edison: What’s wrong with Danny? Why isn’t he springing around yelling at the fans or playing along to his theme?McNally: I’ve seen that look before… that is the look of a man who’s got something to say..This man isn’t holding Angelica ’68 with his trademark Jim Dunlop, this man isn’t the excitable hero that is Danny Mainer. This is a broken man who looks as if he’s lost everything. Wearing the same black trench coat he wore at Heatwave albeit covered in bloodstains now. His face is heavily gashed and he looks weary and tired after the events of last Sunday. He walks down towards the ring slowly not even second glanced the fans, he’s not walking fast and you can tell that every step he takes is a tremendous effort on his part. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… DAAAAAAANNNNNYYYY MAIIIIINEEEEER!McNally: You saw what happened at Heatwave, he went on a maniacal assault which has put Silencio off the roster and in critical condition, you saw him then get jumped and beaten by his old friend James Murphy. You’re now seeing the face of a downtrodden man. Danny’s got something to say.Edison: ”And you could have it all… my empire of dirt.Danny hops up onto the ring apron and he climbs into the ring reluctantly asking Phillip Jones to pass him the microphone, the long-time friend of Alicia Laureano in the form of the ring-announcer hands him the stick and he then walks to the centre of the ring waiting for the excited chatter of the audience to die down which takes a few moments. He rolls his head around on his neck but this hurts him a little. He moans in agony as finally the crowd quieten down. When Danny speaks though, it’s not with his trademark cocky newsreader voice but just normal, no flash. Danny: I’ll probably end up breaking down in tears if I explain myself what happened… so roll the footage.We’re then shown the shot of the ring again where Danny Mainer is shown wiping tears from his eyes primarily from witnessing his own downfall. He sighs and then chokes back the tears before speaking to the crowd again. Danny: You saw what happened to me at Heatwave… and now I have to not tell you… but show you the bad news…Danny unbuckles the belt of his trench coat and takes it off throwing it to the side so you can see that Danny in his ring gear. His tights are fine and so are his boots but his upper-half is completely torn up by cuts and gashes. Danny’s arms are free of elbow pads and free of wrist bands and finger tape just so the fans can see the full extent of his arms. The crowd groan and gasp as they see his facial and body scarring. The horrific wounds all caused by one James Murphy. Edison: Oh My Science, he looks like he had a fight with a tiger!McNally: I’ll say!Danny: James Murphy has caused me undeniably horrific pain, the searing of the glass and the impact of the guitar on my neck but James Murphy has caused me the greatest pain of them all. Because of James Murphy I have to come out and tell you… all my great fans out here on the island and watching from home… that The Six-String Shogun is going to have to hang up his boots. I can’t continue like this, I’m not even 50% after what James did to me and there’s no way I can compete on the competitive level I once did… No, James Murphy had the sick personal satisfaction of ending my career. I look like shit and I feel like shit because I have to do this. I’m sorry guys and gals but the show’s over, Danny Mainer is signing off.The crowd erupt into boos. McNally: Damn… that poor man has a lot of heart and it’s a damn shame that that renegade James Murphy will get away with this.Edison: I feel sorry for Danny. Wrestling is everything to him!Danny: Everything I’ve ever worked for, my dream of becoming a pro-wrestler. Since my days in the Chimpira Academy back in Vegas learning my Muay Thai Kicboxing, since kicking back in Vegas at my parents house working extra paper-rounds just so I can watch pay-per-views. All I’ve done is work to this ultimate dream of becoming a Pro Wrestler. Krazy Bladesman, ‘The King of Vegas’, ‘XI-8000’, ‘Six-String Shogun’, all of these things that have rolled up and made me who I am today… I’ve had wrestling in my blood all my life and I’ve worked for it so I can support my girlfriend, Caitlynn, to keep me in clean clothes, with food on my plate and beyond all give a glow in people’s hearts. I’ve given you fans everything I have and I would’ve done it for many more years to come, but that was all destroyed by James Murphy. I mean Hell, I’m giving to you just by coming out here tonight… the doctors recommended I didn’t even come here tonight. I just felt I owed you all an explanation…Demonkiss: You should have listened the doctors. Danny: Aiden? Thunderkiss?! [Mainer’s jaw drops in unison of the millions who cannot believe their eyes. There, walking down to the ring at this very moment is none other than Thunderkiss, who has NOT been seen on ACW television since early July. Though he certainly recognizes his old friend, there is something about his presence, his aura if you will, that seems extremely off kilter. This feeling of Mainer’s increases as Thunderkiss draws nearer and intensifies as he now stands just inches away from him.] Demonkiss: You are pathetic, but don’t worry, tonight you shall be given an honor that no one else will ever have - you shall be the first of many.Danny: Pathetic?! Where do you get off calling ME pathetic?! Someone who is pathetic betrays their friends! Someone who is pathetic pretends to be something they are not! Someone who is pathetic doesn’t show up to work for two straight months! Demonkiss: No, someone who is pathetic looks for the sympathy of others. You will find none from me.~!~CRACK~!~
Demonkiss: HEY MAINER! Do you know what sound Rice Crispies makes? No? Well let me remind you! Snap. Crackle ....
[The monster grabs Mainer by the arm and slowly pulls his body upwards onto its feet with it. Now standing tall, Mainer is still too woozy to fight off his aggressor. It is a condition that will prove most costly.]
Demonkiss: POP!
[With a twinkle in his eye, Demonkiss drives his elbow square into the center of Mainer’s humorous bone, snapping it right in half. The explosion causes the upper bone to splinter straight through Mainer’s skin, completing the compound fracture.]
Danny: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!![/color] [Blood squirts from the bone protrusion in Mainer’s upper arm and begins to paint the ring red. Without any direction the camera men turn away on pure instinct but the damage has already been done. At home millions of people witnessed the horrific event and it will undoubtedly haunt their dreams this evening. Even the blind are not spared for Mainer’s shrieks pierce their ears like the howling wind.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: *vomits* Maxwell McNally: Oh my Lord! Look away from your television sets! Look away! [Mainer’s cries for help finally cease as the pain and blood loss cause him to black out. With the music now gone from Demonkiss’ ears, he turns his attention to a very pale faced audience who cannot look away from this car crash. With such contempt he points to the back and only hopes the entranceway will spew up yet another toy to play with.] Demonkiss: SHALL ANYONE ELSE ATTEMPT TO FILL HIS SHOES?! [The deafening silence tells him that there will be no more takers tonight. Disappointed, he licks the blood off his fingers and responds - ] Demonkiss: I won’t disagree with you about having wrestling in your blood Mainer, I can taste it right now! No? That is what I thought, but no worries, you shall all be seeing me soon enough. For I am the ALPHA! I am the OMEGA! I am DEMONKISS .... AND SOON I SHALL BE YOUR ...
... EMPEROR! [“Last” by NIN hits the sound system and Demonkiss. The fear of his presence causes those sitting ringside to abandon their seats, a sight one must truly believe to see. Back in the ring, medics rush Mainer’s fallen body and immediately prep him for a trip to Midpoint Hospital. Whatever chance he had to return to the career he so loves has been stolen in a blink of an eye by something so sinister it has no business living among us.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: And so ends the career of Danny Mainer. Nobody deserves to go out like this, Max. Maxwell McNally: Well certainly our thoughts and prayers go out to Danny. As much as I am sad right now I am also worried. We have a very big problem on our hands Max, and if something isn’t done about it I am afraid we will see this repeated. [Let the games begin.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:18:43 GMT -5
[/color] Steele raises his arms to his sides again and looks up, waiting for something to happen, anything. He stands there and… nothing. Obviously with this trickery getting to him, Steele yells at the top of his lungs and keeps the mic placed tightly into his hand.Steele: …Bitch… nigggaaaa! You tryin’ to make a fool outta me? Bitch, do you know who I am?!? I’m Jake… Steele… and I’m da’ REAL DEAL. YOU AIN’T GOT SHIT… ON… M--[/color] Lights Out Edison: Oh! Lights out Maxwell! You know what that means!McNally: It looks like Jake Steele has gotten his wish, we’re all about the find out the identity of his myst--CRACK! Maxwell McNally is not even able to finish his thought as he is interrupted by a rather loud cracking noise. The lights flicker back on and the camera is focused on the unconscious body of Jake Steele, from the zoomed shot we can see a man stood above Jake Steele with a shattered kendo stick in his hand and a microphone in the other, the camera pans up from the destruction to reveal the identity of Steele’s tormentor as ‘The Shooter’ Jonny Hughes. The crowd showers Hughes with boos as he stands above the motionless body of Jake Steele, he walks towards Philip and demands a microphone, once the microphone is in his hands he is barraged with insults and jeers from the fans in attendance, however he doesn’t seem to be paying any notice which only succeeds in annoying them all the more, he slowly walks towards the body of Steele and stands directly over Jake’s torso. He stares down at the man for a few moments, trying to spot signs on movement or even consciousness, Hughes crouches down so his face is just a few inches from Steele’s, he takes a moment to compose himself and looks up at the camera, his face completely devoid of any emotion.Hughes: Is this what you wanted Jake? You called me out here for a face to face and here I am. It may not be exactly what you meant by face to face but that’s life. You see Jake, you’ve forced my hand tonight. None of this was part of my plan but you…you had to go on rampage backstage, it was only a matter of time before you found out who I was. All you needed to do was ask the guy who does the lighting, he would have told you how I forced him to shut off those lights and I couldn’t allow that Jake. That wasn’t part of the plan. Hughes drapes the kendo stick over the torso of Jake Steele before grabbing Jake’s jaw tightly with his left hand, Hughes drags Jake’s face towards his but there is no response from the Tag Team champion.Hughes: I don’t like it when my hand is forced and I deviate from the plan. You see Jake, when my plans get changed people get hurt. My plan was almost foolproof, but if an idiot like you has forced my hand it obviously wasn’t foolproof enough...Hughes lets go of Jake’s face and lets his head drop to the mat, he rises up from his crouching position and grabs his trusty kendo stick, he brandishes it in a menacing fashion and looks up into the camera.Hughes: I suppose now that I’m out here I should explain things to you people, I guess you all think I owe you an explanation. Well you’re wrong. I don’t owe you a thing…but I will explain my actions for the benefit of others. You see in ACW there are a lot of people on the roster who, in my humble opinion, do not deserve the position they have been given by management. Jake Steele is one such person. On Sunday at Heatwave I was expected to sit backstage for 3 hours with no match to prepare for whilst people like Jake Steele had not one…but two title matches on the same night. Whilst I sat backstage I made myself a list of people in this promotion who I deemed unworthy of their position of power, Jake Steele was on that list and it was with Jake Steele that I would start my purge of the ACW roster. That is why I turned out the lights on Sunday and cost Steele the match and that is why I am stood here in this ring tonight.The crowd boo Hughes’ devious plan but he continues on regardless.Hughes: I am not here to divulge all the details of my plan and who my targets are but I am here tonight, like the great Neville Chamberlain did 69 years ago yesterday, for a declaration of war. War on those who don’t deserve what they have had handed to them, you will all be dealt with without mercy and without remorse and anyone who gets in the way will be disposed of. So I advise you all to stand up and pay attention for your sake, not mine.With that Hughes drops the microphone and walks back over to the fallen body of Jake Steele, he stands above Steele, who is slowly coming to, for a moment with a look of disdain etched across his face before throwing the kendo stick down onto the mat next to Steele and stepping out of the ring and walking to the back as we fade to our next scene.
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:19:07 GMT -5
Segment: Lord Beelzebub has Never Seen a Soldier Like Me (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[As the camera opened up, Henry faced the camera paying close attention to a monitor in front of him. The camera faced the back of the monitor, completely blind to what Henry was sternly watching. Every so often, Henry would scribble down a note on a white legal pad before fixing his gaze back on the monitor. Satisfied with what he had seen, Henry switched the monitor off and returned the small legal pad to the left pocket of his black dress pants. Despite having a match later that night, Henry headed to the mini bar in the OCW locker room and mixed a drink off camera.]
[Henry sat back in one of the lavish leather chairs in the locker room that also housed Russo's office with the stiff drink in his hand. As Henry sipped gingerly from the tall martini glass, he pulled a white envelope out of the opposite pocket of his dress pants and unfolded it with one hand. The contents spilled out of the envelope and fell to the floor, revealing a couple of pictures of a woman and a letter. Henry quickly stuffed the contents back into the envelope as he heard someone entering the room.]
Stephan Russo: Ah, Henry, just the man I was looking!
[The Co-Chairman and brains behind OCW entered his office with a big smile on his face as he approached Henry. Henry, always the militant, placed his drink on the ground and stood at attention. Russo stood off to the side of Henry, placing his arms behind his own back as he played drill sergeant to accompany the soldier act of the God of War.]
Stephan Russo: Are there any updates on the two men you're scouting for OCW?
[Henry kept his eyes focused straight ahead, never turning to address Russo to his face. Russo was always amused by this and could feel it feeding his ego... thus he loved it.]
Henry McKaye: As it stands, nothing too significant. I've reviewed both men's in-ring abilities and behavior outside of the ring. Inside both are flawless, perfect fits for the ruthless nature we take pride in... but outside... I'm not sure one is OCW material, sir. He's too much of a loose cannon for my personal tastes... besides, I'm not sure how Mr. London would feel about him joining our ranks.
Stephan Russo: Well, we'll have to worry about him later. What about Zero? I really think he'd fill in the gap left by Evans and more. Besides, he seems like real “Debaser” material if you ask me!
[Henry was caught off guard as Russo brushed past his criticism of “Him”, as if Russo was expecting that response from him in his report. As for Jay Zero, Henry could tell he was Russo's pet project. Personally, Henry realized that Zero had the same antagonistic approach to life that would make him a difficult fit with himself, Cheng, and London... but he certainly wasn't going to tell Russo that. Zero had great potential and was still very rough around the edges, but nothing Henry couldn't work past if given the opportunity.]
Henry McKaye: I haven't approached him yet, sir.
Stephan Russo: Wait... haven't approached him yet? Why the hell not?
[The smile on Russo's face quickly vanished, replaced by an ugly scowl as he waited for Henry's response. Henry, who never broke his trance, stood resiliently with a smug grin on his face.]
Henry McKaye: Before I approach a potential recruit, I need to have a grasp on what's going through their mind. Every trial and tribulation needs to be reviewed to study their reactions and see if they'd fit within the OCW ranks. After all, sir, you wouldn't want some time bomb sitting impatiently within our ranks. As of right now, Zero's actions have been volatile at best, but not without appropriate reason. To put it in the simplest terms, I've been studying Mr. Zero to determine the best approach to guarantee him to the Omega Championship Wrestling brand.
Stephan Russo: Well, when do you think you'll be ready to talk to him?
Henry McKaye: Thursday night... if I'm correct, Mr. Zero will be easier to persuade than we had originally thought.
[Russo's mood perked back up at this news as that big smile returned to his face. With a hearty pat to the stone like back of Henry, Russo heads to portion of the room that was his office with an extra spring in his step.]
Stephan Russo: Good... that's the kind of stuff I like to hear, Henry. Keep up the good work.
[Henry sat back down after watching Russo leave and finished the rest of his drink in one big gulp. The God of War didn't seem like his usual, over-confident self as he retrieved the white envelope and went over the contents of the letter again. Had the loss of AC Evans taken more out of him than he let on or was it the recruitment process of Jay Zero? Perhaps it was whatever was in that white envelope that took the God of War off of his game? Well, whatever it is, knowing ACW the results will be revealed soon enough.]
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:19:40 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs. XS3 (Credit: BK London)
Phillip: This match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring from Maple Leaf, Canada - XS3!
The opening of "Hear This Prayer For Her" kicks in along with blue lights. Out from the back appears XS3, who pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before finally deciding to head down the ramp. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air before hopping down onto the canvas.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Portland, Maine, Jay Zero!
"Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet and the lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. Normally he would walk down with a look of confidence and arrogance, but now after his sudden change, Jay seems more "involved." He barely even looks out into the crowd, instead, he just stares forward and walks to the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope. Finally once he's in the ring, the crowds attention starts to hit him.
As the bell sounds for the match to begin, both Jay Zero and XS3 lock up in the center of the ring aggressively before XS3 manages to get in a side headlock. Zero attempts to counter this by simply pushing XS3 into the ropes, as many other people would have attempted, but the near 100 pound difference is definitely to his disadvantage. Luckily, he manages to slip his head out from the arm of XS3 and delivers a huge forearm to the head. XS3 turns around and Jay Zero comes off the ropes with a running forearm to the jaw. XS3 stumbles backwards, and Jay Zero attempts to clothesline him over the top rope, but the Maple Leaf Native is sent soaring over the top rope. Zero manages to land on the apron however, and looks to score with a springboard maneuver - but before he can even spring up to the ropes he's dropkick right back down by XS3, who's one step ahead at this moment. Jay Zero lands hard on the apron and rolls off to the outside as the crowd cheers for the RSX3 representative.
XS3 goes to the outside and he continues to capitalize on this assault with several forearms to the jaw. The big man now irish whips Zero into the steel steps, but Zero manages to stop himself in the nick of time. XS3 races towards Zero, only to be a victim of a drop toe hold - smacking his jaw right against the unforgiving steel. In what we can only see as a bloody lip, and it could be so much worse, XS3 writhes on the ground in pain while Zero rolls back in to break the count. Rolling back out, Zero delivers a few stomps to the abdomen of XS3, before picking him up and throwing him back into the ring. XS3 makes very little movement upon returning to the ring, only worried about his jaw, and Jay Zero drops a massive elbow on his former Entourage stablemate. Zero backs up and drops another elbow, and another, before going for the first cover of the match.
ONE . . TWO KICK OUT!
He manages to get his shoulder up right after two, and Jay Zero isn't exactly happy about this. He rolls over XS3 on his back, and now applies a modified camel clutch with the knee dug into the spine of his opponent. Pulling back, he puts extra pressure on the jaw, and the only thing he wants to see is if XS3 taps. However, when RAF asks XS3 about giving up, XS3 responds with a muffled "Nuurrrghh". Seeing that he doesn't plan to tap out anytime soon, Zero releases the hold and he picks up XS3 before dropping him face first down on the turnbuckle. The Snake Eyes is complete, and with XS3 groggy, Zero bounces off the ropes and looks to land a clothesline but XS3 manages to duck under it and bounces off the ropes. Zero rebounds off the ropes as well and runs right into a Shadow Step, which gets a roar of applause from the crowd. However, with his jaw injured, XS3 is unable to capitalize as quickly as he wants too. The pain is quite extreme, but there's no way in hell he plans to give up. Slowly both men rise to their feet, but XS3 makes it first and decks his opponent with a huge right hand. Another pair of rights follow, before XS3 now bounces off the ropes and hits a massive clothesline on him.
Zero gets up and is the recipient of a back body drop before XS3 decides to climb to the top rope. A huge Ralph Klein Special, a very impactful diving bulldog, drives Zero into the mat and the crowd goes nuts. Instead of covering however, XS3 signals for the end and now he goes onto the top rope on the opposite side of the ring. Awaiting Jay Zero to rise up from the mat, he goes for a diving Shadow Step - but is met with a huge knee to the jaw upon coming down. XS3 holds his jaw in pain and Zero scores with the Zero Chance out of nowhere. It's too much for XS3 to handle, and Jay Zero makes the cover.
ONE . . TWO . . THREE!
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Jay Zero!
"Unbroken [Hotel Baby]" by Monster Magnet hits and Jay Zero rises up from the mat and dusts himself off a bit. With such a win like that, he's one of the favorites going into EOTR this year. He celebrates his win as the scene fades out for the final segment..
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Post by BK London on Sept 4, 2008 18:20:14 GMT -5
Segment: Omega to Alpha (Credit: BK London/??)
There is a brief silence as we return from commercial before "Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco, featuring Unkle, sounds throughout the speakers - possibly for the last time. Massive heat from the ACW fans in the audience as BK London steps through the curtain, attired in one of his custom made Armani suits with his Dolce & Gabanna glasses shielding his eyes from the flashing lights of his entrance. What's more apparent is the OCW Heavyweight Championship still slung over his shoulder, as many fans aren't too happy with London managing to defeat The Senator last weekend.
He strolls down to the ring, moving at his own pace, before making his way ringside and walking up the steel steps. As he treads on the thin apron, he looks out to the crowd before stepping into the ring and making his way over to Phillip.
Phillips hands over the microphone and BK London now makes his way over to the podium in the center of the ring. The canvas has been replaced with a red carpet, as used for special events, and BK London places his OCW Championship on the podium before him. Pulling out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, he places it down on the podium right next to his title. The theme eventually dies down and the lights return to normal, now all that can be heard is the high magnitude of boos for the OCW Champion in what is his 'Farewell Address'.
BK London: Last Saturday at Heatwave 2008 - I did what arguably many people thought I wouldn't be able to do; I defeated "The Senator" Steve Phillips. Thanks to Chairman Gingerdude, the odds were stacked preferably in Phillips' favor, as I was denied being able to retain by disqualification and no member of OCW was able to appear ringside. But with everything riding against me, using my in-ring savvy, I was able to retain my OCW Championship and BEAT The Senator in the process. So this leaves one question...who's next? Who's next to step up to the plate and go up against the GREATEST wrestler in the industry today? ...no one.
Massive heat
BK London: ....It took me only six months since my debut in ACW to become World Champion, and in the process I beat the big name known as Macho Man RDK. From there, my career would take off. From there, I would systematically begin to destroy every big name in ACW - Alicia Kitsune, Yoko Satoshi, and everyone in between. In my career, I've gone through highs and lows, and still I stand before you - a champion.
BK London takes a moment to break away from his speech to hold his championship, with the OCW logo embedded on the top, high in the air to the crowd. The camera closes in on it, and the crowd isn't exactly too happy with the gloating thus far in this retirement speech. BK London places the championship back down and continues.
BK London: From the man who wowed you in Hell in a Cell, the wrestler who re-invented the meaning "Hardcore", the man who stole the show at every opportunity he could - I say one thing, and one thing only as I make my last appearance in on ACW television....kiss my ass! Thank you!
BK London throws his championship over his shoulder and waves to the crowd, as the heat of unmeasurable amplitude begins to fill up the ACW arena. BK London turns towards the fans behind him and makes his way out the ring when suddenly...
The atmospheric opening sounds of "Anasasis/Xenophontis” play throughout the speakers before the lights begin flashing red and white and the crowd go crazy. BK London stops himself as he steps through the ropes to the outside. BK London's eye brow raises out of puzzlement, and out comes none other than Scott Andrews with a microphone in one hand and his briefcase in the other. BK London decides to step back into the ring, and Scott Andrews - who shows no fear - decides to tread down the ramp and makes his way into the ring, stepping face to face with BK London.
Scott: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Hold on a second!
BK is not at all impressed by the interruption. Scott paces back and forth.
Scott: If I heard you correctly, you said that you've systematically destroyed every major ACW superstar to date?... Well quite frankly I believe you have yet to take out the man who stands before you right at this very moment; the Scarlet Assassin, The Skill, Thrill, and the Kill, SCOTT ANDREWS!
The crowd cheer on Scott as loudly as possible as he makes his stand.
Scott: I've been through hell and back in ACW, I've bled my fair share of blood, and I've beaten the big names as well. RDK, AK, Latino, Senator, Chance Emmerson, it doesn’t matter, because BK there is still Scott Andrews to put to the test!
The fans are liking the tease of a Scott/BK match and cheer on the Scarlet Assassin. BK waits for the crowd to die down before retorting.
BK London: Put me to the test? Ha! More like put me to sleep! So you've beaten a few top superstars in your day? You want a cookie? Unlike you, I didn't fall off the face of the earth everytime I beat them. I have been on top for a long time, and now when I decide to bow out of the limelight because I've beaten everyone worth beating - you want to throw your name onto that list? Puhhlease. Give me one more reason why I should stick around and face you. Just give me one?
Scott: You want one? I'll give you one.
And without even saying it, Scott Andrews holds up his briefcase and the crowd can feel exactly what is about to happen.
Scott: This briefcase says that I get one World Title shot, and to my dismay - you're the World Champion. So until I cash this in, you're not going anywhere big boy. And well Emperor of the Ring looks like a fine date to cash this big boy in ...
BK London: Wait wait wait, are you telling me when I will defend my title? - Did I hear that correctly? You don't run the show Andrews? I run the show. But you know what? I guess I haven't made myself clear lately...so I think in order to do that, I'll have to put the brakes on my retirement.
Scott: You have no other choice but to...
BK London: I have no other choice? I have no other choice huh? There you go again running your mouth Scotty Boy. Well you know what? You make sure to eat more of your chewable Flinstone vitamins, and when you want to cash in your shot...just let me know..goodbye..
The crowd boo the OCW Champion as he begins to step through the ropes. Scott grabs his shoulder as he hasn’t finished talking to him. BK stops and pulls himself back in with haste before turning around and going chest to chest with the Scarlet Assassin. The two stare each other down before BK removes his glasses, Scott too, and while BK is full of rage, Scott seems cool, calm and collected, smirking at the champion; teasing him.
BK London looks to the left, and quickly with the right he scores with a massive right hand to the face of the Seven Deadly Sins winner. Scott Andrews holds his jaw for a moment, and BK London follows up with a kick to the abdomen before backing up Andrews into the ropes. A bit of trash talking follows, with BK saying something along the lines of "You don't know who you're messing with boy?", and BK London whips Andrews across the ring. However, Andrews explodes off the ropes with a forearm smash. BK London gets up, holding his jaw and Scott Andrews grabs his briefcase. BK London advances towards Scott Andrews, but once he sees that briefcase coming up he back pedals. Grabbing the OCW Championship on the ground, he drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope - nearly escaping a Scott Andrews beat down.
The OCW Champion continues to back pedal up the ramp before he trips over his feet and lands right on his ass, but he still clutches onto his title. Scott Andrews whips the bit of blood from the side of his cheek, and BK London isn't exactly happy with Scott Andrews ruining his "retirement". However, Scott Andrews looks up at BK London and smiles. Finally, Andrews sees his opportunity to seize the ACW title - and nothing is going to stop him this time.
End Show.
(OOC: Credit goes to Scott Andrews)
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