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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:26:20 GMT -5
Thursday Night Meltdown September 11, 2008
Schedule of Matches:
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XS3 vs. Josh The Jersey Boy – EOTR Qualifying Match
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Mr. Red vs. Gary – EOTR Qualifying Match
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Henry McKaye vs. Gooey Garth
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Jake Cheng vs. The Senator
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Soctt Andrews vs. Lex De La Rocha
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:27:02 GMT -5
A Tribute credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] The ACW Thursday Night Meltdown broadcast opens with some footage from Monday Night Warfare. This particular footage recaps the events that took place between Jonny Hughes and Jake Steele and, in particular, cover the brutality we witnessed after the Thunder Train/Jake Steele match.The following footage contains violent scenes which some viewers may find offensive. The message fades away and we pick up the replay with a slow motion repeat of Jonny Hughes clocking Jake Steele with the Roaring Elbow. We see a repeat of the impact several times, each time the impact looks even more brutal as we see Jake Steele’s head recoil after each hit. We then move to the next piece of footage of Hughes smashing Jake Steele into the corner of the ring apron, once again we see the sickening recoil of Jake Steele’s head as his face becomes better acquainted with the hard corner of the ring apron, each repeat shows the damage the attack causes to the nose of Jake Steele as we see the bridge of his nose smash into the hard surface, drawing blood in the process. We then move to our final replay and easily the most violent of them all. This time the move is played in full motion for the full effect.The devastating move is replayed once more in slow motion which makes it look all the more horrific, with the impact looking even more painful when we see Steele’s cranium crash into the concrete. The video then fades away and we then fade straight to a picture of Jake Steele, the camera zooms out so we can get the full picture in the shot which looks like this:The camera zooms out a bit more to show that the picture is resting on what appears to be a rather grand coffin, we zoom out even further to see Jonny Hughes stood at a lectern dressed all in black. He smiles at the camera before starting his speech.Hughes: Ladies and Gentlemen...We are all gathered here today to mourn...to mourn the loss of ACW's brightest young star...Jake Steele.Hughes holds his hand up to his face and wipes away fake tears before continuing.Hughes: Jake Steele was a good man…he was a man who cared deeply for his friends and family…all of whom are gathered here today.Hughes motions with his arms towards the rows of empty seats in front of him, smirking as he does so.Hughes: On Monday Night…we lost this good man in unfortunate circumstances…Jake Steele’s career ended that night….it ended because of his own misguided attempts to fight forces he simply doesn’t understand. Jake Steele took his life, and his career in his own hands when he tried to play with fire and as the clichéd saying goes, if you play with fire you get burned…Jake Steele attempted to play mind games with a man who he simply cannot measure up against. Monday Night will prove to be the greatest moment in Jake Steele’s career because Monday was the night he realised that he’s simply not good enough to go toe-to-toe with a man like me.The tone of the video package suddenly changes and the camera zooms in on Hughes’ face who is not sporting the same familiar smirk that we have seen in the past, instead Hughes looks focused.Hughes: Now most of you will realise that Jake Steele has not passed away and that this whole setup was designed for the sole purpose of me delivering my message in a way that will get you to listen…Because that seems to the problem here…I shout my message from the rooftops but it seems to fall on deaf ears. People seem to cast my message aside as nothing but a hollow threat, it would appear that nobody was taking me seriously, I watched on Monday as Henry McKaye denounced NUE and myself, whilst I don’t usually pay attention to the ramblings of the deluded it was this insult combined with a pitiful attempt at mind games from Jake Steele that got me thinking…If I was to be taken seriously I would have to take serious action. I hope now that you have all come to understand the threat I pose to each and every one of you, whether you be a current champion, a member of the ACW roster or even a fan sitting in the arena. The time is coming ACW, the time when I rise to the top of this company where I belong and you have two options. You can either jump on the bandwagon before it starts rolling, or you can stand in my way like Jake Steele and suffer the same fate. I implore you to take your options into consideration ACW and I urge you to chose wisely.The camera now begins to pan out and slowly fade to our next scene.Fade |
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:27:27 GMT -5
Segment: Is it on? I think he said it's on... (Credit: BK/XS3)
There is a brief silence as we return from commercial, an almost eerie one as we're in an arena full of near 7,000 fans for Thursday Night Meltdown. Suddenly, the sounds of "Hello Goodbye" sounds throughout the speakers, and the crowd goes absolutely bananas - but not in the way you would expect. Massive heat, boos, jeers, insults, all are in the direction of possibly one of the most hated men in ACW history - BK London.
BK London steps onto the stage, with the OCW Championship hanging off his shoulder, and the camera gets a angle from the bottom - depicting him just as BK London sees himself, larger than life. With the night off after his strenous battle with Gary, strenous used rather lightly, he comes down the ring for his big announcement tonight. More of an open challenge rather than an announcement, as the Gold for the Gold Challenge makes its second appearance tonight in ACW.
BK London strolls down the ramp, not paying attention to the thumbs down and booing on the other side of his Dolce Gabanna lens, and he hops up onto the apron before stepping into the ring. He walks over towards the corner, and puts one foot up on the middle turnbuckle - thinking abount ascending it, but he decides not to. This action gets more heat from the already hateful crowd, but BK London doesn't feel like delaying this any more - BK London gets the mic from Phillip on the outside and makes his way to the center of the ring.
His music dies down, the lights return to normal, and he speaks..
BK London: ...and thank you for the warm reception...
Obvious sarcasm, and BK London continues to be their lightning rod of hate.
BK London: Anywhoo, tonight ladies and gentlemen - you all are in for a special night. And why you ask? It's not because of any of those Emperor of the Ring qualifying matches for later tonight - oh no, it's simply because tonight, BK London brings back the "Go for the Gold Challenge".
With the mere utterance of that word, gold and silver streamers pop out of the four posts of the ring. BK London, satisfied with how that went, decides to continue speaking with the smirk across his face.
BK London: Now, some of you may be asking yourself, what is the 'Go for the Gold Challenge'? And that's perfectly reasonable, because most of you haven't watched ACW television long enough to remember the first Go For the Gold Challenge 3 and a half years ago when I won my first World Championship - so I'll enlighten you slack jawed hicks. You see, the Go for the Gold Challenge isn't some random lottery. It isn't some lame poll. Hell, it isn't even some random title defense between the 1st and the 30th. You see, the Go For the Gold Challenge is an opportunity for a wrestler who is new or one who has been overlooked to take that step into establishing themselves as a threat - a future World Champion. Back when I was a young lad, I was given my first World Championship shot within the first 4 months of my arrival - and that match propelled me to main event status. So being the humanitarian and good samaratin that I am...
Massive heat.
BK London: ..I am going to return the favor to one wrestler in the locker room. So, I am officially making the open challenge to anyone in the back who wants an shot at he OCW Championship. And hell, you may even get to take it before Scott Andrews even has a chance to get his hands on it. So I'm waiting...
Brief chants of "Jay Zero" echo throughout the arena, as the fans know that he has been itching for a title shot and a chance to get his hands on BK London. While he isn't one of the most popular men on the roster, its certainly a match they would love to see.
BK London: ..Oh wait, wait wait wait! I forgot to mention one thing...You see, the Go for the Gold Challenge only applies to those who have never recieved a World Title shot before...
The magnitude of the boos are currently off the charts, since this puts some of their favorite wrestlers like The Senator, Scott Andrews, Kudo Yasuda, and plenty more out of the running.
BK London: So anyone? Anyone at all? Any takers....
The camera cuts to the stage, where we anticipate the arrival of at least one of the new talents in the locker room - but nothing at all. There might as well be a dust ball blowing past the stage, because it looks absolutely deserted. BK London chuckles to himself a bit.
BK London: You know, I expected this. No one has the testicula-
Without warning, the snare drum intro to "Hear This Prayer For Her" by Kingdom Of Sorrow blasts through the speakers, and possibly one of the last people we thought we'd see step through that curtain stands right before our eyes. To quite a loud pop from the crowd, XS3 takes the stage and he makes his way down the ramp with a purpose. BK London, a bit perplexed at this turn of events, watches XS3 as he enters the ring and stands before him. Showing no signs of backing down, XS3 snatches the microphone away from BK London's hand ot the delight of the fans.
XS3: Well, how'd you like that? Was it just the kind of suspense you were looking for to shoot your confidence right down? Well, it only helps to serve my point... You know BK London, I've been watching you for a long time - a LONG LONG time - and it seems that while everyone has been getting the opportunity to shut you up, I've been the only one excluded from the fun.
BK looks on, unphased, as the crowd begins to cheer.
XS3: So to make it short and simple, I'll be the first one up to the plate.
A pop from the crowd, but it's quickly brought to an end once BK London recieves his own mic and opens his mouth.
BK London: Shaddup you ingrates!
Heat returns.
BK London: You know XS3, I'm not surprised about this whole scenario right here. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, I knew that we we're bound to cross paths. I mean, you're in RSX3, and I'm in OCW - it's the stable warfare that we've been dreaming about. But I honestly didn't expect this so soon...
XS3: Do pray tell, why not?
BK London: Why not? Well frankly, from what I've heard - when it comes to facing a champion in a non-title match, you do fine - hell, you do better than fine - you do quite impressive. But when it comes to the actual title matches...
BK London pretends like he's gagging, choking is probably the better word in this situation. The act comes to an end, and XS3 isn't surprised at all.
BK London: ...you CHOKE! Face it boy, you've got no chance in hell of winning "the big one".
XS3: Yeah, I haven't had the best of luck in terms of winning gold. Heck, I probably don't even deserve to wear it. But you know what drives me forward and excels me to succeed? The passion of being in this ring. The sheer exhilaration for it. Face it, BK. You don't know the meaning of those two terms, even if they had other synynoms to gang up on you, which also serves to be the foundation of OCW's ideologies. I can guarantee you that when our paths cross in this ring...
XS3 pauses to lower the mic. He looks on at the fans with respect in his eyes before turning back to BK.
XS3: The only thing that will choke is you, gasping for air as you eat your own words... And I will stand in this ring with my destiny fulfilled.
BK London: Is that so huh? Then we'll just have to see on Monday. Good luck.
XS3 stares briefly at BK London before walking towards the ropes to make the first exit of the two. BK London takes his mic and walks back over to Phillip, handing it over to him so he can announce the first match of the night, but with BK London taking his eye off the ball XS3 looks to capitalize. Stepping back into the ring, he positions himself across the ring from the champion and the crowd can't wait for BK London to turn around. BK London turns back around with the championship in his hand, and he's late to react to the huge Shadow Step that drills him in the abdominals to the delight of the fans.
BK London rolls around the mat, holding his abdomen in an extreme amount of pain, and the crowd eats it up. XS3 stands tall over the champion and flashes his signature smirk before making his way to the back. Tonight, the actions definitely spoke louder than the words and we're just getting the night started. BK London is slowly making his way to an upright position, and he watches XS3 stand at the top of the ramp raising both of his arms in triumph.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:27:55 GMT -5
Segment: A day of mourning, A day of remembering Credit: Wayde Russeller Wayde Russellers House-6:00 AM 9/11/08 Wayde lay asleep next to Diamond at home in his bed. He looks to be sleeping uncomfortably. He has cold sweats beading up all over his face, arms, and chest. He rolls around a little bumping into Diamond who then wakesup. Realizing he was having a bad dream Diamond pushes him a little a Wayde sits up straight and his eyes pop openWayde: YOU BASTARDS!He looks around and realizes where he is. He looks at Diamond who is a little frightened.Diamond: You ok baby?Wayde: Yea, just need to wash my face. Bad dream. He gets ups and goes to the bathroom and rinses his face. He looks into the mirror and the image from his dream passes through his head.It was that day of the year again. The day of the year that yanks at his mind and his heart. He starts to walk out of the bathroom.Wayde: You know....He leans against the wall. Wayde: Its been SEVEN years. Seven years since the World Trade Center went down. And it feels like just yesterday.Diamond: Thats what you were dreaming about wasn't it?Wayde: Yea, and about my firefighter family friend who died that day.Wayde walks over to a picture at the wall and stares at it, tears welling up in his eyes. Diamond comes up behind him and wraps her arms around him.Wayde: Seven years. And what has changed? The man responisble for the attack is still out there. Families still mourning. America is still hurting. But when do we move on? When is it ok to move on? Is it ever ok?Diamond: Hun you can move on without forgetting. Carry the memory of the people in your heart.Wayde: So many people. Dead all in one day. For nothing. It wasn't their fight. It wasn't any ones fight. 2,998 innocent people dead. All 2,998 conected to someone in a special way. Mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, friends, aunts, uncles, all loved and missed by someone. You know how many people al-Qaida lost? 19. Where is the justice in that? Where was God then?Diamond: Everything happens for a reason. God was there, carrying those people to heaven. And now its up to all of us in the world, not just America, to make sure this doesn't happen again. ANYWHERE in the world.Wayde: How do we do that though. The world is full of so much hate we over look all the beautiful things. Everyone wants to be the most powerful and if we just all worked together and respected everyone this world could be amazing. Our own countries can't stop hate within, how do we stop it world wide.Diamond: With love. Every person that chooses love over hate, is making a change towards better. I know it sounds cheesy but that is the answer. Wayde: I guess your right. And if even a little peace comes out of this. The people who died. Men like this, (points to the picture he was looking at) will not have died for nothing.As more tears fill his eyes he turns and hugs Diamond, now fully crying. The camera zooms out a little and then zooms back into the picture Wayde was looking at. We will Always Remember, We will never Forget Fade |
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:28:48 GMT -5
Segment: EntWaydement or EntREDtainment title?
Credit: Mr. Red and Wayde Russeller
Mr. Red comes out onto the ramp as "Welcome to the Jungle" starts to play on the speaker system. He walks down to the ring with a determined look on his face. He slides into the ring and demands a mic right away.
Mr. Red: WAYDE!! You got something that belongs to me. I beat you in that parking lot brawl. The Entertainment title is mine. I want it and I want it now.
Mr. Red waits for a short moment. He, then, slides out of the ring and grabs a bat from under the ring.
Mr. Red: Tell you what, Wayde. You can do this your way or...
Mr. Red holds up his baseball bat.
Mr. Red: We can do this my way. You can bring all your friends down here with you. I don't care what you do so long as I get what is mine!
"Jesus or Gun" plays on the loud speaker and the purple and yellow strobe lights as Wayde come out on the entrance ramp. He has jeans on and no shirt with the title wrapped around his waist. His cowboy hat tipped so you can see a little of his eyes and his big smirk
Wayde: Yours? This title is MINE! You shoulda gotta the match written in a contract because officially, the belt cannot change hands in a non sanctioned match. HOWEVER, unfortunatly Gingerbread gave you ANOTHER chance Red. And he also stated that it could not be until NEXT Meltdown. So maybe you should just focus on your EOTR match tonight, and then go home and take care of your wife, before a real man takes care of her!
Wayde turns to leave but then see's a furious Red jump out of the ring and start walking towards him up the ramp. Wayde puts up a time out signal and Red stops and laughs.
Mr. Red: Whats the matter. No New Upper Echelon around to save you? No Gooey to carry you out when I beat you down again? No Diamond to hold you after I take the title?
Wayde: Actually I am ready to go buddy. I left them in the back on purpous. I only need one friend tonight. Because tonight I gladly make you my bitch! I'm gonna engrave my name on you so you never forget that you...CANT...beat ME!
Wayde reaches behind the curtain and his handed a blow torch and cattle prong that is shaped in a "WR". He starts to heat up the prong as Red makes his way towards him. Just as the action is about to get going tons of security comes out and seperates the two. The security gets booed heavily as the fans wants to see this fight! Ginger is next out with a mic.
Ginger: ENOUGH!! This is NOT going to happen here! I've tried to be reasonable, I've tried to be fair, but you two will not act appropriatly and I need control of my show! On monday we will discuss when, where, and how this will be settle but for tonight, Red...you have a match coming up and Wayde you have the night off so I hereby confine you to you locker room!
Security grabs Wayde and points Red to the ring. They both turn at the same time and the crowd pops as they both get through security and start rolling on the ground brawling. Security pulls them off but they go at each other again! This time the collide heads before taking their swings at each other! Finally Security is able to get control of the two and Red rolls in the ring for his match as Wayde is dragged to the back. The scene fades with Wayde still struggling and Red and Wayde not breaking their stare.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:29:05 GMT -5
Match 1: XS3 vs. Josh The Jersey Boy – EOTR Qualifying Match (Credit: XS3)
Philip stands in the ring with his microphone.
Philip: This contest is a qualifying match to see who advances to the Emperor of the Ring tournament! Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey, standing at 6'2" and weighing in at 230 lbs, please welcome back Josh the Jersey Boy!
The opening of Clint Eastwood begins, as the fans wait for JJB. The spotlight on the tope begins to search for JJB, but JJB is nowhere to be found. When the song begins to pick up, JJB is seen in the crowd and he sings along with the fans. When JJB leaves the barriers, he heads into the ring and begins to smoke a cigarette. JJB puts out his cigarette then waits for his opponent.
Philip: And his opponent, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, standing at 6'6" and weighing in at 280 lbs, XS3!
The crowd begins to cheer as 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, high-fiving some fans along the way. 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.
Bell rings.
XS3 and JJB circle each other cautiously before locking up. JJB manages to get a side headlock in on the big man, who fights out and reverses it into a hammerlock. JJB grabs one of XS3's legs and drives his elbow into it, attempting to bend it for a submission. However, XS3 easily counters this with a small package, pinning for a two count. Both men get to their feet and surprisingly, XS3 is the first to go down courtesy of an arm drag. JJB keeps the hold locked in but XS3 gets back up to his feet and utilizes an arm wrench of his own, one that actually sends JJB somersaulting to the mat. JJB stands up and goes for an attack but XS3 counters with a drop toe hold. He then heads over to JJB's head to go for the Maple Leaf Vice. The crowd begins to cheer but JJB fights off like a pitbull and grabs the ropes. XS3 backs off as JJB gets back to his feet.
Once the two men approach, JJB shoves XS3 and begins yelling at him. XS3 doesn't take too kindly to this as he begins punching away at JJB, connecting with a blistering knife edge chop in the process. XS3 then goes to whip JJB off the ropes but is instead met with a knee to the midsection. XS3 doubles over and is then hammered on courtesy of forearm shots. JJB then whips XS3 off the ropes and hits a flying knee that sends XS3 into the turnbuckle. JJB smiles before finishing his Protect Ya Neck move with a lariat that sends XS3 to the canvas. JJB covers him but XS3 kicks out before three. The crowd starts up an XS3 chant as JJB picks up XS3 and kicks him in the midsection once again. This time, XS3 is brought into a rolling armbar. The referee asks XS3 if he wants to quit but he refuses to. XS3 begins to get to his feet only to be slammed across JJB's knee by the hair.
JJB then picks up XS3 once again and, in a feat of strength, picks up XS3 for a scoop slam. The crowd looks on in awe but XS3 falls behind JJB and spins him around. He gets him in a front facelock and brings him up for the Final Fate. JJB lands behind XS3 this time and takes out XS3 by the legs. He then applies the Stop Snitchin, hoping to get the submission victory. XS3 reaches down inside to avoid tapping out and grabs the ropes. JJB doesn't let go until the referee admonishes him. XS3 is then dragged back in the center of the ring but XS3 kicks JJB off of him. XS3 then gets to his feet and hits a quick spinning side kick, leaving JJB prone to a front facelock. This time, XS3 manages to connect with the Final Fate, pinning for only a two count.
JJB gets to his feet and is quickly taken down with a flying forearm smash. XS3 ducks under a clothesline and hits a back suplex, bridging for a two count. XS3 then waits for JJB to get back up and draws him in for the Closing Moment. JJB fights out of it with elbows to the side of the head before bouncing off the ropes. However, this time, the Closing Moment does connect and JJB is starting to look like he's done. XS3 waits for him to get back to his feet and brings up his opponent with a torture rack. Before the Burning Cradle can connect, JJB spins onto his feet and uses his strength to deliver a surprise sambo suplex to XS3. The big man crashes to the canvas and JJB pins. Much to his dismay, it's only a two count.
JJB then throws XS3 into the turnbuckle and begins hammering away at him. JJB then positions himself on the ropes and grabs XS3 by the neck, screaming it's over. Before he can connect with the Jersey's Finest, XS3 holds onto JJB and slams him down face first onto the mat. JJB is on all fours and XS3 takes the opportunity to lock in the Maple Leaf Vice. The crowd cheers as JJB struggles to fight out of the move. Realizing that he has nowhere to go, JJB taps out.
Bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner, advancing to the quarterfinals of the Emperor of the Ring tournament, XS3!
The crowd cheers at the announcement as "Hear This Prayer For Her" enters the arena to signify his victory. XS3 releases JJB and stands up. There is no look of joy on his face as he goes over and gets a microphone.
XS3: Hey, hey, cut the music. Cut it.
The fans look on confused as the crew in the back does what they’re told. The spotlight is on XS3, who obviously has something on his mind.
XS3: Now, normally I’d be celebrating this victory and being all “this is my destiny thing”. But tonight, I have something to get off my chest. Henry McKaye, if you’re watching this, you better watch well.
XS3 looks at the camera with a look of intensity in his eyes.
XS3: The only reason why I’m answering you is because I don’t take too kindly to punks like you running your mouths, talking about how great you are for this business. Guess what, asshole? I’ve been in this business for eight years and I’ve seen people like you come and go. You think the world owes you something? You think you’re better than me just because you retired someone who beat me? You don’t have a modest bone in your body, you shallow puddle of mediocrity. The only reason why you talked shit about me is because you want attention. Well, you’ve got my attention now so it’s time for you to put up or shut up. By the way, it’s kind of funny that you refer to my destiny as a “faded dream”, considering that you’re going to be eternally eclipsed by BK and Jake. You’ll never break this glass ceiling, Henry. You won’t even get to breathe on it. You’ll always be that one guy who showed a lot of promise but in the end, sold out like a little bitch. You want to say I’ll be a big fish in a small pond? Well I’d rather be a big fish than a never-was.
XS3 then slicks his hair back with his hand before looking on at the fans, who start up a small XS3 chant. He shrugs and gives a faint smirk.
XS3: Anyway. I’ve bored you all long enough. It’s time for this cat to move on and refocus my energy on winning this tournament. And that’s not destiny. That’s not fate. Hell, that's not even the right touch! That’s just the way it is.
Once again, “Hear This Prayer For Her” hits the arena and XS3 exits the ring, heading up the ramp with his left arm in the air.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:29:54 GMT -5
Segment: Segment Names are Overrated. (Credit: Zero) Returning to the backstage area, we are lucky enough to be graced with the presence of both Kevin "The Internet" Anderson, and alongside of him, "The Perfect Ten" Jay Zero. Casually dressed, it doesn't look like Zero is planned for any action tonight. Looking to begin, Kevin looks into the camera and pulls his microphone up to his moistened lips. Kevin Anderson :: Like you all know, yours truly, Kevin Anderson here! Aaand like you all know, I'm standing by one of the eight contenders that will officially enter the Emperor of the Ring tournament: Jay Zero! Jay slightly turns his head to look at Kevin before reaching for his face. Grabbing the rims of his dark sunglasses, he begins to push them upwards, now resting on the top of his head.Kevin Anderson :: Just last Monday you secured yourself an official spot in the 2008 Emperor of the Ring tournament by defeating the Entertainment Champion Wayde Russler. How do you feel about that win? Zero :: The same as I feel after every match. Felt good. I went in, did what I needed to do and got the win. Still, though, I kind of feel disrepected for even being put up against a little runt like Wayde Russler. And on top of that! The odds were supposedly against me! I mean, what the hell?! You got "Mr. X Rated" whose just about as hardcore as a fluttering butterfly! -- And then you got me! The Mirror Image of good looks! You got the Perfect Ten, Reflection of Perfection! Ya got Jay Zero! The mere fact that more people felt that a two-bit, wannabee cowboy could EVER beat somebody like me was a pure slap to my face Kevin! [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Well, ...atleast give him SOME credit here! He's the Entertainment Champion! Zero :: Oh please! Like you even know shit about this business! That title means nothin' anymore! After I was stripped of my Entertainment Title, it started going down hill! Sure there were people like Echo! But after that... nothing. After that, people like Mr. Red and Thunder Train started winning it! Pft, and the day that Wayde Russler won it was the day that it lost all value! It's a joke now! That fat ass Thunder Train should have just eaten it when he could have! Might as well seeing as how now it's resorted to being defended in "Unsanctioned' matches. Yeah, great thinking jackass! Way to accept a match after getting your ass handed to you! Guess you were still just mind fucked from when I dropped you on your neck. Then again -- wouldn't be the first time that's happened I bet. [/color] Kevin awkwardly looks to the side of the camera, as if he's trying to hold in a laugh. Yikes. Did Zero just accuse Wayde of being dropped on his head as a baby?! Keep your cool, Kevin! But luckily for him, Zero continues on with a straight face. Zero :: And now that XS3 has plowed through the random return of whats-his-face, I know for sure another opponent that stands in my way! And as I proved to you just last week, he doesn't pose a threat! Kudo Yasuda? Well, he's more busy trying to get it in the hole for the first time in his life rather than focusing on this tournament. And Thunder Train? Well - heh. He's busy giving Kudo that hole to stick himself in to! [/color] Alright, that's enough! Kevin needs to put a stop to this!Kevin Anderson :: Well, Jay, what about that last opponent that stands in your way? What about Henry McKaye? He licks his lips, pausing momentarily to think over his response at first. A few seconds later, he quickly-yet-gently rubs his nose before answering. Zero :: Henry McKaye isn't exactly what I'm going to call competition at this point. I'm not calling him an opponent, nor am I calling him a friend. [/color] Kevin Anderson :: Well we all heard what Henry had to offer. What do you make of that? A spot in OCW sure is big! Looking away for a moment, Jay takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes, allowing some time to himself. Zero :: Kevin, right now... I don't have much to make of it. I need to think. A lot. [/color] Jay takes a deep breath and sighs as he rolls his tongue against his cheek within his mouth. He reaches up and pulls his sunglasses back down, covering his mascara filled eyed. He backs up, with a light hop in his step as he turns himself around, walking off the set to go do some much needed thinking about the given opportunity. Is OCW the right choice?
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:30:14 GMT -5
Segment: “In Memoriam” (Credit: Kudo)
Kudo and Alan Albright sit side by side on this Thursday night.
As the camera pans back, both men are shown to be sharing a moment of silence in respect for those affected by the events of September 11th. While it isn’t a full on meditative state, Albright joins Kudo on this night to pay his respects as well as he sits in lotus position with his eyes closed. After several noiseless seconds pass, Albright peeks one eye open and watches as Kudo is the first to climb out of his seat and pace around the locker room. Feeling the ‘okay’ to get up himself now, Albright stretches out his muscles, his body not used to the stationary position he was just in for the past few moments. As he watches Kudo make his rounds, he decides to break the silence.
Albright: So you’re moving on to the Quarter finals in the Emperor of the Ring tournament. We should go through ways to prepare and promote yourself until then as you have some time off until the next round starts.
Kudo stares at his friend a bit quizzically and slightly nods without saying a word.
Albright: So here’s what I had in mind –
Kudo: What’s your problem Albright? How can you just go on like today doesn’t affect you?
Albright: Well we did just give a moment of silence…
Kudo: A moment of silence. A moment of silence… People lost their lives on this date and here you are losing a couple of seconds of your life thinking that that makes up for it.
Albright: …
Kudo: How can you even think about the next round of EOTR right now?
Albright who has just been staring at Kudo with blank eyes now suddenly snaps.
Albright: Don’t think, don’t you even THINK for a second that I’m not aware of the magnitude of what happened on this date!
Kudo stares at Albright in a bit of shock at the sudden seriousness of Albright’s tone.
Albright: 7 years ago today, people lost their lives not for any righteous cause or dream; they were just taken away from them. I had many close friends that were greatly affected by 9/11 and to know that in an instant, everything that you worked for could be for naught is something that I have trouble dealing with. These same friends in America are the ones that told me to go ahead and chase the dream out of the borders and into the world brought me to where I am today – here in an ACW locker room. I owe everything I am now to those back in America that I used to work with on a daily basis, and now some of them have permanent injuries and need help to freaking breathe!
Albright steps right up to Kudo face to face.
Albright: So don’t you dare try to preach to me about what this day means to me. I know exactly what it means to me, but I also know that moving on is the only way go from here. It’s been 7 years and if you don’t move on then they aren’t memories; they become part of your present day life.
It’s unhealthy.
Kudo clenches his jaw and nods his head slightly.
Kudo: God, I would just think at how day and night I try and bring my dream of junior heavyweight prominence, of Rebirth, Reprisal and Respect to fruition, and yet so many people now will never even have the chance to pursue their own dreams, a staple of American culture. It makes me sick when I think about it.
Albright: I know. But if you start thinking about how screwed up the world is, you’ll probably end up being more screwed up than I am.
The two men share a short laugh through the tension.
Albright: And in the wrestling business you’re about 3 times more likely to be screwed up in the head. Don’t worry though, I’ll be around to guide you through. Just like my friends did for me…
Kudo grins and the shots ends as Kudo and Albright share another impromptu moment of silence together on the anniversary of a night that hushed the world.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:30:32 GMT -5
Match 2: Mr. Red vs. Gary – EOTR Qualifying Match (Credit: Wayde Russler) We come back from commericial and Gary has now joined Red in the ring. The alphatron shows Wayde watching the match in his locker room with tons of security keeping him there to make sure he does not interfere with the match. Edison: Well it looks like Wayde is under constraints so he will not be able to interfere in this match!McNally: Yeah but I am worried about Garys health. Red looks pissed.While Gary stands in the ring looking excited for his EOTR shot Red looks just the opposite. He has A furious look on his face as stomps around the ring. The ref signals for the bellDING DING DING Mr. Red immediatly takes out some of his anger by leveling Gary with a clothesline. He dives right down on the ground and starts violently punching Gary's head repeatedly. He grabs Garys head and slams it into the mat a couple time as the ref rips him off.McNally: I think Red is seeing Wayde in Garys body and taking all his frustrations on him!Edison: This is gonna be bad. Poor Gary!He grabs Gooey up in a scoop slam and slams him to the bat. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a tuning baseball slide the coencts with Garys head so hard it seems to almost bounce off his body. He picks Gary up and stands him in the middle of the ring. Gary wobbles around a little.Edison: I don't think he knows where he is!McNally: Does he ever?Red comes off the ropes and hits a Springboard cannonball senton to Gary the makes he fans jumo up and pop big. He then hits a spring board moonsault and goes for the pin.1...
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3..NO GARY GOT HIS ARM UP! Red looks even more pissed now and slightly confused where that came from. He is telling the ref to count fast when Gary comes from behind and drop kicks him! Gary is in pain but looks to get something rolling for him here. He picks up Red but that is his downfall as Red hits the British Fall DDT.Edison: And I think Red is gonna make sure he finishes Gary for good this time.McNally: Gary was a nice guy while he was alive. He will be missed!Gary is able to get to his knees but not for long as Red flies by and drops him with the Cincinatti Swing. You think he would go for the cover there but no. Red has a point to prove and he strolls over to Gary and hits a Drop of Red. He stands over him and makes hand gestures by his waist saying he wants 2 belts. The Alphatron shows Wayde watching the match in the back pissed off at the gesture and patting his belt. Red realizes this and points right at the camera. Wayde stands up and Red nods in a "Yea this is for you" manner. He then locks on the Red-Lock! The ref is checking Gary who is basically knocked out. Unable to even tap the ref calls for the bell.Philip: Your winner and Participant in the EOTR Tournament.......MRRRRR RED!Red jumps off Gary and is looking at the Alphatron as Wayde throws the tv and shatters it on the floor. They cut back to the ring and Red is laughing now. He climbs the turnbuckle and signals he wants both belts as the camera fades.Fade |
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:30:47 GMT -5
Segment: New Tools For The Assassin Means Less Fun For Targets
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After last week’s actions by both Chairmen, Scott is now even more against the odds than ever. With Russo announcing a challenge every week for Scott up until the Emperor of the Ring PPV to wear Scott down physically and mentally, it was Scott who accepted the challenge like the fighter he is. What Scott didn’t know, however, was what Russo had in store for him on Meltdown tonight was surprise that nobody would have expected; Scott is to face his old tag team partner from his days as a Cold Blooded Killer, none other than Lex De La Rocha.
De La Rocha was always the cheeky, in your face character who had no problems flaunting his good looks and money to get what he wanted, but Scott was always the Shawn Michaels of the tag team. Scott was always the one who had the potential to make it to the Main Event. And look at where they are now. Scott is competing for the World Title and NBK is nowhere to be seen, most likely working in the adult film business...but the point is, Scott was the one who made it to the big time.
It’s been a long time since either man has seen the other, let alone in a wrestling ring. Last time these two met, it was Scott who put NBK away with a brutal Headshot heard around the world as the strike that ended NBK’s ACW tenure. So after all this time, will NBK have honed his skills and talent to take out his former partner? Who knows? What’s important to Andrews is just going into this match with all guns blazing and moving onto his next challenge, because all he sees is that light at the end of the tunnel; the ACW World Title.
As the thoughts of an ACW Title win race through his head, Scott sits casually at a table in his locker room. On the wall behind him is the portrait of OCW taped to the wall to remind him of his priorities. At this point in time, Scott needs to focus, or it’s all going to be taken away from him, and that’s just something that he cannot afford to happen.
He reaches across the table and grabs his water bottle, takes a swig, then puts it back down. Scott reaches down and the camera tilts to reveal a large black duffel bag, its contents unable to be seen. As he pulls out the spray can he used last week he looks into the camera.
Scott: Ladies and jackasses, this spray can right here is just one piece of equipment that I have in my arsenal of assassin tools. And last week I showed what it was for; making my targets known. Y’see if I gotta make it obvious to everyone, then I gotta make it obvious to everyone. I have a mission to win that ACW Title and bring it back to where it belongs; I don’t have to keep explaining that. But when sorry ass sons of bitches like BK London and Stephan Russo start pushing my buttons it only makes me angry, and trust me, you won’t like me when I’m angry.
Scott puts the spray can on the table.
Scott: And I have been issued a challenge by the co-Chairman, Russo, for tonight, and that is to face off against the man who attacked me last week, the man who used to be a man I could trust, my former partner, Lex De La Rocha!
The crowd boo as the name of the ex-CBK member is mentioned.
Scott: Y’see I know I can beat him, I’ve done it twice. But I’m glad Russo issued the challenge because I look forward to whupping his ass all over again in Scott Andrews style!
The fans like those words and cheer on the Scarlet Assassin.
Scott: Because like it or not, Lex, I am going to take you out and wish you never stepped foot in an ACW ring again! I’m going to use you as an example of just what a focused assassin is capable of when put up against a wall, cos’ that’s exactly what OCW is doing; backing me up against a wall with their abuse of power...but I will fight back.
Scott picks up the spray can again.
Scott: Lex, tonight you go toe to toe with the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill, and I intend to show you why they call me that! Mr. De La Rocha, you’re on the Hit-List!
Scott picks up an A3 poster of NBK and sprays the same target symbols as he had on the OCW portrait and holds it up in front of the camera.
Scott: This is your fate...
Just seconds after spraying the target, Scott rips the poster to shreds in an intense fashion and stares into the camera as the scene fades out.
FADE OUT.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:31:22 GMT -5
Betrayal and Acceptance (Birth of a God: Chapter 7) (Credit: Henry McKaye)
[Henry woke up the morning after consuming Casper's mystery liquid feeling surprisingly more alive than he had felt in a long time. When he woke up in her bed, fully dressed, he couldn't help but notice that she wasn't there. The odd thing was she had left him breakfast on the kitchen table and the keys to her car without so much as a note. Henry didn't really pay too much mind to it after breakfast, she was a weird girl and weird girls are naturally pron to do weird things. After a quick shower and shave, he got in Casper's car and made the long drive from her apartment to Luxembourg and didn't feel so much as tiny bit of fatigue. That good feeling held him the rest of the day as he prepared for his last ever wrestling match where he would face and hopefully end the career of Johann Kroenen in front of thousands of his hometown fans. Boy, he sure was hell going to be a popular fellow in Luxembourg!]
[The WXW promoters had latched their teeth into this match and had pushed it into the upper midcard of the show – which was odd because it had only been booked for a week. Regardless, they saw money in the 7'0” frame and unique charisma of Johann Kroenen... regardless of the mind and heart behind it all. Johann was being promoted as the hometown hero whose livelihood was being threatened by a disgruntled, past-his-prime American who was jealous of Kroenen's natural gifts. Henry didn't care. As he slipped his red, white, and blue tights and star spangled kickpads on, he only had his mind on two things: destroying Kroenen and going home. Henry looked himself over in the mirror as he tightened his blond ponytail and glared at his reflection – this was his last pre-match look-over. With as much pain and heartache this business cost him... he was going to miss it when it was all over tonight.]
[Henry said a short prayer to himself before exiting the locker room and heading towards the entrance ramp. The match before his had just started and it was time to do some light stretches, however, two large security guards clad in tight fitting black t-shirts and blue jeans grabbed him from behind and pulled him into an empty dressing room. Once inside, the biggest one held Henry's arms behind his back so that the other guard could get clear shots at Henry's chest and abdomin. Each fist felt like a hammer founding into his sternum and the pain was so immense Henry didn't even have time to think why they were doing this. He didn't have to, though, as their ringmaster entered the room with a large smirk on his face.]
Johann Kroenen: You know, Mr. McKaye, I must say that I'm impressed that you had the courage to challenge me to a match after you bashed my head in with a baseball bat. It's that kind of viciousness from you that caught my eye in the first place. To be honest with you, I had my doubts about you after our little chat in the Reeperbahn... but coming after a man who had all but washed his hands of you? That's the kind of attitude I look for in a partner.
[The two guards grabbed Henry's arms and forced him against the wall of the empty room as Kroenen approached him with that same smirk. Kroenen's newly shaved head and large goggle-like sunglasses shined almost has as bright as his smile. Kroenen sported his regular large, reg robe and black tights and boots that he wore to the ring. Henry spoke through gasps as he tried to catch his breath.]
Henry McKaye: I've told you before and I'll tell you again, I'm not joining you. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, we're both retiring tonight.
Johann Kroenen: Oh? Well, I hope you packed two shovels then, friend, because if you plan on putting me down... I'll put you down for good. Keep that in mind for future reference...
[Kroenen kept his arms behind his back and paced the room as he spoke to the roughed up McKaye. The eccentric Kroenen spoke with his regular deep voice, but high pitch giggles filled the air as he spoke of his plans for future domination.]
Johann Kroenen: Actually... as far as I'M concerned... nothing ends tonight. No, comrade, tonight will be a joyous occasion... a celebration if you will... of a beautiful new partnership forming and the end of the people's version of WXW. Ah, yes, MY vision of WXW begins tonight! Do you care to hear what my vision entails? I see myself, sitting high at the top of the pecking order, being the man in charge... power, money, women... all at my finger tips and the WXW World title strapped firmly around my waist. It'll be beautiful, Mr. McKaye, just you wait and see!
Henry McKaye: Just what exactly are you getting at?
Johann Kroenen: You, silly. You're going to be right there with me. A man of your skill and experience is vital in the survival of my vision. You'll be my eye on the roster, so that I'll know what is going on in WXW at all times. Simply put, you'll be my general, my strategist... my God of War.
Henry McKaye: Get it through your thick head, Kroenen, I'm never joining you!
Johann Kroenen: Jeez... and just how did I ever know you were going to say that? You really need to buy a thesaurus, friend, you sound so uneducated when you repeat the same phrases over and over again. It's all quite insipid.
[Kroenen approached Henry as he did his best to squirm from the guards' grips. Johann looked over Henry with a smile before quickly changing to a scowl as he grabbed Henry's throat with one of his frying pan sized hands. It wasn't so much as a choke as an attention-getter as Johann removed his sunglasses and looked Henry in the eye.]
Johann Kroenen: Mr. McKaye, when will YOU learn that it's not what you want? In fact, it's never been about what you want... it's about what I want, and I want power. Now, the only way I can get power is if I build an army of men who carry the different characteristics that both stand out and mesh with the overall attitude of said army. Every army needs a general, Henry.. and you are it.
Henry McKaye: And what makes you think that I'll do something because you want me to? I'm not one of your followers, Kroenen, I'm not going to allow myself to get used like Mason and these two bastards!
[Johann let out another high-pitched giggle that seemed totally uncharacteristic for a man of his size and deep voice. Kroenen released his grip on Henry's throat and playfully patted him on the cheek.]
Johann Kroenen: See... you still don't get it, do you, Mr. McKaye? You're done. It's over... finished... completed... the final bell rang and I was declared the winner. You've been stuck in the little trap I set for you weeks ago... and you still haven't figured it out. My, oh my... even in your thirties you're still so naïve.
[Johann crossed his arms and motioned towards the door.]
Johann Kroenen: Casper, dear, come out here and take a bow!
[Like clockwork, Casper entered the room in a revealing dark red and black latex nurse uniform that and playfully took a bow. Henry wanted to pretend to be shocked, but honestly, he was more aggravated at himself for not realizing it sooner. Why would someone who was Johann's private dancer go so far out of her way to befriend him? He wasn't being ditched by Mason in the Reeperbahn that night, he was being set up! Henry glared at Casper as she removed a white envelope from behind her back and handed it to Kroenen.]
Johann Kroenen: Yes, she works for me too... in fact, she's perhaps my most loyal follower. You know, at first, I was afraid you had figured it all out when you were so abrasive towards her. Ah, but in time you started growing attached to her... but not in the way I wanted. You see, I expected you to see those perfect breasts and heart-shaped ass and practically explode with lust... but you're an odd one. No, you start actually bonding and looking out for her like she was a daughter to you... so we had to improvise. Remember the little brown bottle that knocked you out?
[Henry said nothing, but Casper looked over to him and blew him a mocking kiss.]
Johann Kroenen: Well, while you were knocked out... we took the liberty and had a little photo shoot.
[Kroenen stepped back forward to Henry and opened the envelope. Inside were pictures that he showed Henry one at a time, each one showed him nude in Casper's bed with her on top of him simulating sexual positions and expressions. Kroenen stopped on a particular photo and held it up to personally admire it. In the photo, Casper was sitting on Henry's lap, her hands clenching his shoulders, in mid-moan.]
Johann Kroenen: You know, I was hoping these would be in bad taste... but they're actually quite artistic! Just look at Casper's expression! She looks like she's actually having an orgasm... just how do you do that, dear?
Casper: Years of faking them, sir.
Johann Kroenen: Ah yes, of course! You women are absolutely evil... well, Mr. McKaye, I'm sure that you would've enjoyed it more if you were awake... but to someone who didn't know you were passed out... like your wife... I'd say that they'd think that you and Ms. Casper look like you were enjoying it! You see, Mr. McKaye, you've made it abundantly clear that the only thing tying you back to America is your lovely wife and daughter. So, if I simply removed them from your life... you'd have no reason to go home, now would you? In fact, you'd have nothing to live for... so you'd practically have to join me to give your life meaning!
[Henry clenched his teeth together and tried to lunge at Kroenen, but two guards forced him back against the wall as Casper giggled at Henry's attempts. The guards did the best to hold back Henry, but he was beyond livid at this point and giving them hell at this point.]
Henry McKaye: Nicole would never believe a bastard like you!
[Despite Henry's lost temper, Kroenen still had plenty control over his own. His deep, smooth-sounding voice slithered out of his mouth and into Henry's ears with the truth.]
Johann Kroenen: Hmm... I'm afraid she'd have no choice. See, you've been here what? Six or so weeks longer than you were supposed to be and have had extremely limited contact with your wife? I'm sure the thought of you have some female “associates” here have crossed her mind... otherwise, why wouldn't you come home when you were originally supposed to? Besides... there is a copy of the photographs on the way to your house as we speak... I'm afraid that if you called and tried to explain this... it'd just look like a poor attempt to lie to her.
Henry McKaye: YOU WAIT, KROENEN! When these sons of bitches let go of me, I'm going to fucking murder you!
Johann Kroenen: Ah! There's that vicious streak again! Let me show you mine, now.
[As the guards continued to struggle to keep Henry at bay, Kroenen dropped Henry to ground with a quick, efficient spinning backfist. Kroenen's fist, the size of a canned ham, slammed into the side of Henry's jaw at full force and Henry went totally limp. The guards let go of Henry, causing him to stumble to the ground. Despite such a vicious blow, Kroenen's voice was still calm and smooth as he continued to speak.]
Johann Kroenen: You know, Henry, I've got people everywhere... seems people just think that I'm such a charismatic leader or something along the lines of it. Frankly, it surprises even me. That's beside the point... you now have a choice, but either way you'll be my God of War so your decision is entirely your own. See, you can either to continue to resist me, let your wife see those pictures and leave you, thus giving you no reason to go back to America... or, you can agree to be my God of War... and I'll have one of my people in the US Postal Service make sure that envelope never makes it anywhere but a paper shredder.
[Henry had managed to gather enough of his senses to lean himself against the wall and spit a mouthful of blood out on the concrete floor. Emotionally, he was spent and the force of Kroenen's backfist practically knocked the anger and rage out of him as well as loosen some of his teeth.]
Henry McKaye: What's the point, neither way I'll go home, so why choose either?
Johann Kroenen: No no... you can go home... when I let you. You can go home, share a nice family meal with your daughter, play piggyback, hopscotch, and what have you... you can share a bed with your wife again, have some of that boring monogamous sex, and tell each other just how much you love one another. Then, you'll have to report back here whenever I demand it. Personally, I see that as a hell of a compromise, much more leeway than I was originally going to give you. So... do we have a deal.
[Johann held out the same hand he backfisted Henry with, but this time with his palm open and waiting for a handshake. Henry thought long and hard about what had transpired in the last few minutes. They were blackmailing him and didn't care if they broke his family apart. These people were monsters and needed to be punished... but after the beating he had received... Henry knew he couldn't beat Kroenen tonight. Hell, he only had a slight chance of beating him when he was at 100%. Could he give in and sacrifice all of his beliefs for the sake of his family?]
Henry McKaye:... deal.
Johann Kroenen: Smashing!
[An over-exuberant Kroenen latched a hold of Henry's limp hand and shook hard. Henry didn't want to do it... he just had to. He didn't do anything wrong, yet he was put in a rock and a hard place... lose his family... the woman he loves... or work for the monster that threatened to take his wife and daughter away from him. Johann turned to Casper who was also grinning from ear to ear.]
Johann Kroenen: Casper, darling, see to it that Mr. McKaye's new wardrobe arrives shortly... we have a many, MANY plans to put into motion.
Casper: Yes, sir.
[Casper quickly rushed out of the room as Johann turned to the two guards that were cautiously observing everything that had just happened.]
Johann Kroenen: You two, apologize to Mr. McKaye and leave my sight immediately!
[Both guards mumbled their apologies and exited as well as Kroenen helped Henry up to his feet. After clasping an arm around his new partner, Kroenen grinned towards Henry and walked him towards the door.]
Johann Kroenen: Ah, come, Mr. McKaye... destiny awaits!
[Moments later, “the Death God” Johann Kroenen vs. “the Blonde Bomber” Henry McKaye took place... but not the way the viewing audience had expected. As the opening bell rang and Johann handed his luxurious red robe to Casper who sat at ringside, he poked Henry in the center of the chest. Henry, as instructed, collapsed to the mat and allowed Johann to pin him with one boot on his chest for the victory. The fans, despite loving their hometown hero Johan, booed the lack of competition and sportsmanship as Kroenen helped Henry to his feet and announced that an eye was upon WXW - The Eye of Apocalypse.]
This isn't over, Henry thought... I will end you, Kroenen.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:31:48 GMT -5
Segment: I Was Right (Credit: Train and Spade)
We open backstage in a hallway. Thunder Train is walking down it with his Tag Title slung over his shoulder. He has a pissed off look on his face and while he is walking down the hall he opens every door that he sees. Eventually he reaches the end of the hallway and turns his head. A crew member walks by Train and Train stops him.
Thunder Train: Listen, have you seen Jonny Spade anywhere around here?
Crew Member: He went down that way about 20 minutes ago...
Thunder Train: Thanks!
Train eats the crew member and continues down the hallway. He reaches a door and opens it up. Inside stands Jonny Spade lacing his boots. He hears the door open and stands up. Train gets right into his face but Spade doesn't look very concerned.
Jonny Spade: Sigh. Your so predictable...what can I help you with Train?
Thunder Train: What the hell was that Monday? I know you had something to do with that. I didn't need or wanted your help out there.
Jonny Spade: From the looks of it Train, you did. You were about to lose.
Thunder Train: I would have rather wanted to lose clean then get a cheap win. I mean, I would have loved to see Steele go on and win it all.
Jonny Spade: Really Train? Are you that dense in the head? Steele and XS3 doesn't care about you. He's changed. You need to accept that and just get started on becoming XS3's bitch. Hell, your group name makes no mention of you in it at all. Monday, I proved what I said. I said to you that you will never amount to anything and you didn't. It took help from Hughes and myself for you to beat someone like Jake Steele.
Even though this conversation hasn't been going on for more than a minute, Train is fed up with Spade and it shows in his eyes.
Thunder Train: LISTEN SPADE! I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THIS BUT I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU FUCK WITH ME I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!
Jonny Spade: *in a mocking scared voice* Oooh look at me im soooo scared, what are you going to do Train? Beat me up? Take me out in the parking lot? You probably couldn't make up your mind about that and ask Jake what would be the best way...
Thunder Train: Ha....you'll see Spade....you'll see.....The best has yet to come.
Train smirks then turns around and leaves. Spade keeps his confident look on his face the whole time but after Train leaves Spade gets a look of some concern on his face. Has Spade made the worst decision of his career? What will Train do? Let's wait as the fun is just beginning.........
Fade to black.
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:32:54 GMT -5
Match 3: Henry McKaye vs. Gooey Garth (Credit: Alex Richmond) Before either man had even been announced it was clear who the fan favourite was for this bout. Chants rang around the entire arena for the former multi-time ACW Tag Team Champion and the pop that followed his music was electric. Gooey came through the curtain with his trademark grin on his face and ensured he high-fived every single member of the front row, doing a lap of the ring to do so, before he rolled into the ring. The crowd’s mood changed in an instant as the self proclaimed “God of War” was announced but the boos didn’t even faze the focused McKaye as he strode confidently to the ring, glaring at his much larger opponent the entire way.
The bell rang and the match began at a furious pace with McKaye shooting out of the blocks in an attempt to catch Gooey of guard. Unfortunately his tactics didn’t quite work and he ran straight into a clothesline which had him somersaulting before he even had a chance to hit the mat. Gooey then proceeded to pose for his adoring fans as a “Fuck him up Gooey” chant started up, growing in volume with each repetition. This posturing was, however, Gooey’s undoing. It is a widely known fact that you cannot give your opponent a second chance so early on and McKaye was determined to punish Gooey for the error of his ways, catching the unsuspecting Gooey with an Enzuigiri as he turned his attention away from the crowd and back to his opponent. The chanting stopped instantly and descended into heckling of McKaye who, ignoring the taunts of the audience, simply proceeded to stamp on the shoulder of Gooey.
McKaye ensured he stayed on top through a mixture of brutal strikes, allowing Gooey to rise before nailing him, and his extensive suplex arsenal, mercilessly dropping Gooey on his head to the point where it became clear Gooey was having trouble even rising to his feet. This afforded McKaye the opportunity to goad and taunt Gooey as he struggled to find his vertical base, much to the chagrin of the fans, before brutally driving his foot into Gooey’s face with a Running Heel Kick as he finally achieved his objective. As McKaye hooked the leg a confident smile crossed his face as even the most faithful of Gooey’s fanbase worried about his ability to fight back only to be wiped off his face as Gooey powered out milliseconds before the 3 count. This seemed to enrage the God of War as he dragged Gooey to his feet and drove him straight back to the mat with a Iconoclypse Now before climbing to the top rope. Wasting little time on posturing and posing McKaye hurled himself off the top turnbuckle, twisting in midair as he plummeted towards Gooey with a Corkscrew Senton only to have Gooey roll out of the way at the last second.
The crowd went wild as McKaye yelled out in pain and Gooey once again fought his way to his feet, delivering a devastating Running Big Boot which nearly beheaded McKaye. With the crowd’s frantic cheering spurring him on Gooey hauled McKaye to his feet, nailing him with a series of powerful punches followed by an earth-shattering Powerbomb, the noise of which echoed throughout the arena. McKaye clutched his head as Gooey dived on top of him, the crowd counting along with the referee only to let out a disappointed “OOOH” as McKaye was able to kick out. Gooey rose to his feet, bringing McKaye with him, and proceeded to drive a thumb into his opponent’s eye. He followed this with a trio of headbutts, a Mongolian chop, a kick to the back of McKaye’s knee, a rake of the back and a, frankly, brutal knee strike as he literally Unleashed the Beast. Once more Gooey covered McKaye but, as before, he was left disappointed as McKaye showed his ring savvy by placing his foot on the bottom rope. Letting out a wild roar Gooey hauled McKaye to his feet one more time, motioning for the Primal Driver. Yet, he was to be thwarted as McKaye used his superior athletic ability to counter the move, landing on his feet behind Gooey. Before he could turn to face McKaye Gooey found himself being Inverted Suplexed directly into McKaye’s infamous Joy Division grounded sleeper. After a good deal of fighting and yelling the pain got the better of Gooey as he lolled into unconsciousness, forcing the referee to call an end to what had been a fantastic bout. McKaye allowed himself to continue Gooey’s punishment for a few more seconds before relinquishing his grasp and standing, albeit shakily, to have his hand raised by the referee. This didn’t please the thousands in attendance as they rose to their feet to vocalise their displeasure but McKaye payed them no mind, quickly leaving the ring with another hard-fought victory under his belt.
Winner: “God of War” Henry McKaye |
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:33:27 GMT -5
Segment: Andrews' other half (Credit: BK London)
As we return from commercial break, Stephan Russo finds himself attending to a phone call in his office - or the OCW HQ. No one knows who's he's talking to, or cares for that matter, but Russo seems more relaxed than anything - until BK London steps in anyway. Storming into the locker room, Russo is not surprised with this outburst by the current OCW Champion - he saw everything that happened in the ring earlier tonight, and could almost predict to the second the time BK London would barge in.
Stephan Russo: ...yeah, he's here - let me call you back.
Russo hangs up the phone, and then turns his attention to the fuming OCW Champion.
Stephan Russo: Let me guess, XS3?
BK London: So you saw it too, right?! He speared me! That mothercanucker actually speared me...
Stephan Russo: ..don't worry about it, come next Monday on Warfare - I have no doubt in the back of the mind that he will be the one laid out and looking up at the lights. But you've got to admire the kid's ruthless aggression...
BK London: I don't admire a thing about him. Him and that stable of RSX3 needs to be taken out, and they need to be taken out now. So does New Upper Echelon. I don't want to just be in the premier stable in this god for saken company, but I want to be the ONLY stable in this damn company. And we've got to make it happen, and we've got to make it happen quick..
Stephan Russo: I'll brain storm a few ideas. But you should really be focusing on the main event tonight..
With everything that has happened tonight, BK London totally forgot about the main event and his little dilemma with Mr. Scott Andrews. Tonight, Scott Andrews would start on the path to proving himself that he is a formidable opponent for BK London.
BK London: ..you're right. Speaking of the main event, why did you choose Lex De La Rocha? From what I've heard, the son of a bitch hasn't stepped into the ring in over a year...
Stephan Russo: The two are former Tag Team Champions, Lex knows Scott Andrews possibly better than anyone else in ACW currently. He's going to be in the fight of his life. Also, I've managed to equip him with the best trainers, and he has been training non-stop and around the clock since last Saturday when I recruited him - he's ready to go...
BK London: Excellent. I'm going to step out for a bit, I'll try to be back before the main event..
BK London exits the locker room, and he makes his way down the hallway only to see what looks like a shoddy japanese lantern. He stops for a second, and quickly the words of Gary on Monday race through his mind. An image of Yoko Satoshi taking away his championship not only once, but TWICE, is embedded in his mind - but he quickly shifts his attention away from that. He continues down the hallway, and the scene fades out..
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Post by BK London on Sept 11, 2008 18:33:53 GMT -5
Segment: NBK Sees Dead People (Credit: Scott Andrews) With NBK being chosen as Scott’s first opponent in the Russo Challenge it was only natural that the Natural Born Killer was to re-acquaint himself with the ACW arena. Dressed in an Armani suit, he casually strolls through the halls with a busty blonde and brunette under each of his arms. Considering he has a match with one of the most dangerous men in ACW today, Lex doesn’t seem to be worried at all, in fact he has the same cocky strut that he always had, and probably always will.
He points out objects and posters as he walks.NBK:[/color] See that? That’s the Tag Team Title history; you’ll see my name comes up on there twice, unfortunately alongside the name of Scott Andrews. Pssh, what a joke he was; I could have won our matches by myself. He comes across another item of interest as they go further down the corridor.NBK: Ah, here’s a great photo collage; I see they still have the photo of me in there, flexing my gorgeous muscles! I mean look at those biceps! I haven’t changed a bit... As he nears a third framed picture he stops dead in his tracks with a look of shock as he examines the photo up front. It’s a copy of the same poster Scott spray painted earlier, and Lex is furious.NBK: How dare that son of a bitch deface my beautiful picture like this! This is an outrage! C’mon, ladies, no more to see here. As NBK thinks he out of the woods, it isn’t until he comes to a T-Intersection that he finds that it just gets worse. Looking around he sees the walls covered in posters of himself covered in red targets, and in the middle of the posters are large letters that read:“SCOTT’S GONNA KILL YOU!” [/size][/b] NBK is in utter disarray as he flounders through the posters, ripping down many before he gets fed up and flees the scene.
As the camera pans to the right we see Scott Andrews chuckling quietly to himself over NBK’s reaction. His plan is working, and it’s only a matter of time before NBK’s return is turned directly into an exit.FADE OUT. |
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