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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:37:10 GMT -5
“ALL THAT GLITTERS ISN’T GOLD” Credit: Dan White, High Roller [They say all that glitters isn’t gold, and Dan White is about experience the truth behind this old saying firsthand. Though he holds the most prestigious title in the company around his shoulder, the weight of it has been a burden that measures far beyond pounds. A skirmish with Thunder Train has given him a lot to think about and an looming contest between he and Chris Prenominal festers within his mind giving him no peace. Oh yes, holding the World Championship paints a bulls eye directly upon your person and every man on the roster is currently taking aim. Even still, he remains a top the ACW mountain and this achievement has provided ample sustenance for his ego. It is for this reason that his chance encounter with one of ACW’s newest stars is anything but cordial ... ] High Roller *extending hand*: Mais, it if ain’t be da ACW World Cham-pee-un, Tan White. Since da moment I step through da door, I’ve been ah waitin to shake hands wit yoo. It be an honor, misure White.Dan White: Tan? Did you just call me Tan? High Roller: I reckon your name be Tan, just like da name plate on your belt says? I ain’t be one of dose scholarly Yankees but I know how to read your name! Dan White: Haha, you sound like a spastic. High Roller: I take it you nev’ah hear someone of Cajun blood speak before?Dan White: No and it’s a damn shame I haven’t! I haven’t had a laugh like that in ages. You try too hard, man. High Roller: Mais, I may be da the low man on da totem poll but nobod’ah is gunna have a laugh at mah expense! Just ‘cause yoo have dat big ol’ belt around your waist ain’t make you a bett’ah man dan me!Dan White: Actually it does, pal. You see, this is what over five years of blood, sweat and TALENT gets you in this company. Take a good look at it, this is as close as you’ll probably ever get to touching it, that is if you wrestle as good as you talk. High Roller: I introduce mah self to you like a gentleman and yoo play me like a damn coo-yun?! Have you ev’ah listened how yoo talk? If anyone has ah speech impediment, it’s yoo, pod nah! Dan White: Hardly. High Roller: Oh yeah? Mais, it sound like yoo got your damn tongue stuck up your ass when yoo speak! Dan White: And who are you to be insulting me? In fact who the hell are you in the first place. High Roller: I am glad yoo asked, mon ami. Da name is Roller. HIGH Roller. Remember da name, White. Yoo may be hearin it a lot sooner dan you think. Dan White: I don't care. High Roller: Is dat a threat or a challenge? Dan White: Both. Tonight I’m going to teach you an important lesson, Roller. The code of conduct between the boys in the locker room for years has always been that rookies never show any disrespect to the veterans in this company. And if they do, we make damn sure we keep teaching them a lesson until they never do it again. I hope your are a fast study, for your sake. High Roller: I may not be from ‘round dese parts but I would tink that a handshake is bout a universal show of repek as it gets. Instead of takin my hand, yoo decided to insult me. I dun care if I be in the companee for two weeks or two decades. I ain’t gunna be putting up with none of da shit, I tell you what! Dan White: : Oh, you’re going to be putting up with it alright, but not only from me, but the entire locker room. We tend to make fine examples of hot headed rookies like yourself. When I am done with you tonight you will be cleaning the shower room floor with your toothbrush. High Roller: Dare be no reasun for yoo to keep on flappin dem lips, White. You show up in da ring at the top of the hour. I be there. You dun worry about that. Time for yoo to put your money where your mouth is. [FADE]
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:39:01 GMT -5
Crossing Paths [/color] Credit: VorteX / Trent Wheeler[/center] The camera once again cuts to the back to find Vortex walking the hallways as usual. Under any normal circumstances, Kevin Anderson would be the one to interrupt Vortex’s walk, however this time Trent Wheeler was the one who interrupted the walk.Vortex: Hi! Trent Wheelbarrow is it?Trent looks at Vortex coldly.Trent: My name's is Trent Wheeler. Not Wheelbarrow. Vortex: Oh, Wheeler…Wheeler. I see. Sounds kind of like Ferris Bueller.Trent continues to start down Vortex, who is still mulling over how to interpret his new finding.Trent: Hey, you ready to face me. I need to make a name for myself and your the one I can beat to do it. Vortex (in a Ben Stein voice): Wheeler?Trent looks a little surprised at Vortex’s answer.Vortex: Wheeler?Judging from the look on his face, Vortex’s words were starting to get to Trent. Instead of idly taking it, Trent steps up and grabs Vortex, staring directly into his eyes.Trent: Would you shut the hell up! Yeah, Wheeler! Is there something wrong with that? Vortex: Oh, settle down Sally! Vortex twists and comes loose from Trent’s grip. Trent continues to stare down Vortex who twirls in a full circle before speaking again.Vortex: Tonight is a big night for you. I expect a good show, I am the Entertainment Champion, so our match must be Entertaining!Trent: You bet. The match will be the match of the night. Real entertaining. And that's because I'll be beating you. Vortex: Oh, really? You’re just ready to RIP those training wheels right off, huh WHEELER?Vortex sits down on his invisible bike and starts ‘peddling’ around the hallway before getting up and making tearing motions where the wheels should be with a look of disgust on his face. Trent simply stares at Vortex’s antics, wondering whether to laugh at him, hit him, or both. Trent: You know your a nutcase. I don't have time for you. I'll deal with you in the ring. You had better take me seriously once we're out there, or your gonna be picking your ass off the floor. Trent turns and begins to walk away, while Vortex continues pantomiming. As the camera fades out Vortex picks up the remains of his ‘bike’ and ‘throws’ it at Trent before turning and walking the other direction, a whimsical look on his face.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:41:55 GMT -5
Segment: Unfaithful (Credit: Michael Smart) The scene opens up with a shot of Michael Smart, wearing a black t-shirt and blue jeans, walking down a hallway. Heading towards the door to his locker room, Michael's expression is neutral as usual. As he reaches the door, he goes to grab the door knob, but is stopped by a voice yelling out at him.: Mr. Smart! Michael turns to look in the direction of the voice. The camera pans back to show Kevin Anderson, a mic in his hand, as the one yelling at him.Kevin Anderson: Finally! I've been looking for you for a while now. I, Kevin "The Internet" Anderson, thought that there are a few things the world wants to know from you.Michael Smart: An interview? I'm not really in the mood...Kevin Anderson: It'll only be a few questions. What are your feelings after defeating two athletes on the caliber of Dan White and Chris Phenomenal in the timespan of a week?Michael Smart: Alright, I guess...Kevin Anderson: What are your plans for the near future?Michael Smart: I don't really have any plans right now. Can I go now? I just want to...Kevin Anderson: No!Michael Smart: Excuse me?Kevin Anderson: You won't be going until you give proper answers to my questions! I'm starting to sense a pattern here. Last time I tried to get your thoughts, you said "no comment," and this time you're trying to get away with generic phrases? That doesn't work with me! I'm put a lot of effort into finding and interviewing you guys, and I don't appreciate being walked over like this!Michael Smart: Are you really trying to intimidate someone like...: You two-timing bastard! Michael and Kevin turn towards the sound of the sudden voice. The camera pans back more, this time revealing Daniel Smart, wearing a green shirt and black jeans. He is looking uncharasterically irritated, giving an angry look at Michael.Daniel Smart: Haven't I told you before that I'm the only one allowed to interview you?Michael Smart: Yes, you did mention that...Daniel Smart: Then why are you cheating on me with him? Do you really like this weird afro guy more than me?Kevin Anderson: My afro is not weird!Daniel Smart: How dare you be unfaithful to me?Michael Smart: Stop using such weird language to describe this. Oh, and I didn't want to be interviewed by him, he forced me to answer his questions.Daniel Smart: You mic-raped him?Kevin Anderson: What the hell?!? I didn't rape anyone!Michael Smart: This is getting really creepy...Daniel Smart: Get out of here before I call security on your ass, afro-man!Kevin Anderson: Fine, I don't care about getting a stupid interview anymore!Kevin walks down the hallway, Daniel looking after him with a smug grin on his face. Michael lets out a sigh of relief.Michael Smart: Good thing that's over with...Daniel Smart: Alright, my turn!Michael Smart: Your turn to what?Daniel Smart: To interview you, of course!Michael Smart: What? Not you, too!Daniel Smart: But how else is the world going to know what you think? Come on, it'll only be a few questions!Michael Smart: Screw this, I'm not answering anything!Michael opens the door to the locker room, quickly getting inside. Daniel tries to get in after him, but Michael quickly closes the door. Daniel tries the door know, but it won't budge, Michael holding it shut from the other side of the door. Daniel starts hitting the door.Daniel Smart: Hey, let me in, cousin!Michael Smart: I'm not answering anything!Daniel Smart: Stop being so childish, the world needs to know!Daniel continues hitting the door and yelling at his cousin as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:45:33 GMT -5
Match 3: Trent Wheeler vs VorteX (Credit: Torak)
In the house of my master Beyond the chains there is a bed of snakes where evil lays Oh, I hear laughter I forged the iron bars that someday will imprison me
The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights.
Ooh, mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way
Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst).
I've been beaten with his words and whipped whith his lies He will not break me down no matter how hard he tries Pray for my lost soul Out of control the storm inside me rages on and on and on
Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on.
Mother will you help me Mother will you help me To find a reason to go on
Out of the ashes of my youth - I rise a man And through the eyes of truth - I finally understand The way
Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.
"Back Burner" by August Burns Red blasts throughout the arena. Three black pyro blasts go off in quick succession. Trent Wheeler emerges from the back and with a fire in his eyes, quickly approaches the ring.
In the ring, at the referee’s request, VorteX is urged to remove his signature ladder in the interest of the match. He reluctantly obliges and folds the climing implement up and deposits it at ringside. With VorteX otherwise engaged, Wheeler pounces on the opportunity. He quickly slides into the ring and jumps an occupied VorteX from behind. The bell is sounded and the match is officially underway, not that it’s any consolation to VorteX.
With all of his preparation out of the window, VorteX can do nothing to contest Wheeler’s early advantage. Rushing out of the blocks allows Wheeler to deliver some subduing blows to his opponent. A few kicks makes it easy for Wheeler to grab hold of his opponent and use his strength advantage to whip him across the ring. VorteX bounces off the ropes and rebounds straight into a spinning heel kick. VorteX hits the canvas, but returns to his feet quite quickly, only to walk into a roundhouse kick that sends him back onto the mat. He hops back up again, but as he rushes at a fired up Wheeler, he gets hoisted up onto his shoulder before crashing back down with a thunderous Samoan Drop. Wheeler is displaying a certain eagerness in this match, almost as if he has a point to prove, and he’s resolutely on his way to proving it, so far. He pulls VorteX up with a dogged determination and exuberantly whips him into the corner. He pauses, allowing VorteX to impact with the turnbuckle before charging at him like a raging bull, hitting a Running Shoulder block to the stunned VorteX. Wheeler backs off, allowing VorteX to stagger out of the corner straight into his clutches. He hooks him up and lifts him high into the air with a high angle sidewalk slam, planting him down on the canvas, which thunders from the impact. Wheeler excitedly jumps to his feet and signals for the devastating maneuver he calls “Chains of the Pack”. He jerks VorteX up onto his feet and places him between his legs. He hauls him up and tries to lock in the crucific, the prelude to the skull crushing piledriver that normally follows. Unfortunately for Wheeler, his over-eagerness to earn victory in this match overwhelmed his patience and he fails to acknowledge the fact that VorteX isn’t worn down enough to fall victim to such a big move. VorteX slides down behind his opponent and quickly spins to face the back of a flabbergasted Wheeler and before he can react, VorteX grips him around the waist and hurls him over his head with a destructive release German suplex. It’s as good as a move you can get to turn a match in your favour. VorteX utilizes the suplex’s damage factor to catch his breath before pushing himself to his feet.
He turns to see a mangled Trent Wheeler, his early match energy sapped from such a powerful move. VorteX pulls him to his feet and hits a snap suplex before floating over into a cover. The referee drops to his knees. One! Two! Wheeler kicks out.
VorteX slowly gets back to his feet, allowing the effects of the opening energetic burst to work their way out of his body. Wheeler also stirs and begins to push himself to his feet. VorteX rises to his feet and delivers some stiff boots to the upper back of Wheeler. When fully vertical, Wheeler attempts to fight back, but VorteX continues throwing the hard kicks at him. VorteX then backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. With a reserved pace he follows and, as Wheeler returns, he rushes at him and lifts a knee to the midsection of his opponent. Wheeler doubles over and falls to his knees, feeling rather nauseous. VorteX quickly drops down and hooks in a front facelock sprawl. Shades of amateur wrestling, the two grapple on the canvas for leverage. Wheeler struggles but eventually manages to turn over onto his back, freeing himself from the facelock. However, he only puts himself into further trouble as VorteX quickly transitions into a Cattle Catch, stressing the neck of Wheeler by forcing his chin into his chest. Wheeler came out for this match in a blaze, but instead of fighting fire with fire, as expected, VorteX has so far chosen to douse the flames of Wheelers’ zeal.
Wheeler roars in agony and breathes heavily through his nose as the pressure on his neck begins to take strain. Wheeler has some work on to free himself from this hold. He begins to rock his body sideways, attempting to use the momentum to turn onto his side. After a few close attempts he finally manages to twist over and for a brief moment has VorteX in a pinning predicament. VorteX quickly realizes this and shifts his shoulders before the referee can begin to administer the count. Wheeler is then able to turn onto his stomach and, quickly after, onto his knees. Impressively, Wheeler manages to slowly thrust himself to his feet with VorteX still clinging on to his arms with all four limbs as Wheeler finds himself holding his opponent in an inadvertent fireman’s carry. Wheeler has flashes of a second Samoan Drop, a move which would surely balance the match back in his favour. VorteX, however, manages to drop his body weight and drag Wheeler down backwards into a Crucific Pin. Wheeler’s legs wave frantically in the air, almost as if he just hopped on VorteX’s invisible bike. The referee drops to the canvas and counts. One! Two! Wheeler only just manages to kick out of the compressing roll-up configuration.
VorteX hops to his feet and allows Wheeler to join him of his own accord. As he reaches verticality, VorteX levels him with a roundhouse kick. Wheeler staggers to his feet before being knocked down by a second roundhouse kick. VorteX looks for the hat-trick and duly connects with a third roundhouse. Wheeler stumbles up to his feet again, not quite sure what day it is. He accidentally wanders into VorteX’s path and finds his wrist being seized and soon being taken down by a Juji Gatame. Wheeler winces in pain and genuinely considers the merit of tapping out. The agony soars up through his arm and throughout his entire body. His hand hovers ominously above the canvas, but he manages to resist. Fortunately for him, the ropes are close by and a determined stretch of his leg lands comfortably on the bottom rope. VorteX releases the hold and rolls backwards onto his feet. He yanks Wheeler up by his weakened arm and wrenches it into a hammerlock. Wheeler yells in pain once again, but it’s wasted energy as VorteX quickly throws him to the canvas with a Belly to Belly suplex. VorteX makes the cover: One! Two! Wheeler only just managed to push himself out.
VorteX can sense victory as Wheeler’s arm is beginning to tire. He pulls Wheeler to his feet and positions himself behind him. He hooks in what, at first, seems to be a tiger lock, but instead of following with a suplex, he instead hoists Wheeler up into the air into an excruciating elevated double chickenwing. Wheeler bellows his misery, clear for all to hear. There is no way that he can withstand the punishment that this hold administers. He bends his knees, hoping to gain some purchase and he’s fortunate to clamp them in behind VorteX’s shoulders. He forces his weight forwards and brings VorteX down over him. He ends up causing what looks like a relative of a victory roll. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count. One! Two! Vortex just manages to kick out.
The ball is in Wheeler’s court now. The unthinkable reversal of the chickenwing drains all that VorteX has in him. Wheeler gets to his feet first, closely followed by his opponent. A European Uppercut catches the jaw of VorteX, knocking him a step backwards. A second places him completely in Wheeler’s control. Wheeler whips him across the ring and as VorteX returns, Wheeler leaps into the air with a Jumping Big Boot that catches VorteX square in the face.
Wheeler lets out a shrill howl, broadcasting his next intention. VorteX gets to his feet but is immediately seized by his opponent. Wheeler locks in a front face lock and prepares to lift. But as he attempts it, his arm gives way from the incurred damage. VorteX quickly capitalizes on this and swiftly referses the front facelock. Everyone knows what’s coming. He hoists Wheeler up into the air and brings him crashing back down to the canvas. Landing in a convenient sitout, the Psychosurgery has done it’s damage and it’s all about going through the motions from this point. The referee almost can’t be bothered to go through the formality. He drops to his knees and slowly counts. One! Two! And inevitably Three!
The Entertainment champion disembarks from his latest victim and rolls out of the ring, catching his breath. He collects his title from ringside and begins to make his way to the back. The newcomer, Trent Wheeler, finds himself on his back for the first time in ACW. Holding his arm, he lets the fact sink in. The fans applaud his effort and are eager to see where this future ACW prospect will go from here.
Winner: VorteX
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:47:21 GMT -5
Freak! Jack Jefferson / Dan White
Jack Jefferson is strutting down a corridor backstage his face isn’t quite set in his usual scowl but he doesn’t exactly look pleased. At the other end of the corridor, unseen to Jefferson, ACW World Champion Dan White turns the corner. He, conversely, looks in a great mood and wears a big grin to accompany the title belt on his shoulder. It doesn’t take long for the former stable mates to notice each other, Jefferson’s lip curling into a sneer as he sets eyes on White. As they pass each other Dan gives Jefferson the universal nod of acknowledgement which Jefferson chooses not to return. Instead he mutters under his breath.
Jefferson: Freak.
Dan catches what Jefferson says and it stops him in his tracks. He takes a second to process what he heard before turning to address Jefferson.
Dan: You what?
Now Jefferson is sporting a full on smirk, one that he makes no attempt to hide as he turns on the spot to face Dan, now sans smile.
Jefferson: Was I not clear enough? I called you a freak!
Dan: Where the fuck did that come from?
Jefferson: Is it not obvious? Are you really that much of a moron?! Look, we’ve had a long and storied history...we were in The Untouchables together and we joined forces to start The Empire. You used to be cool. Look what you’ve become.
A cloud almost casts upon the World champion...yet he allows himself a moment of respite
Dan: Listen, blud! I'm a world champion! You can't even beat Dave Shadow, ya sad cunt!
Now it’s Jefferson’s turn to have a smile wiped off his face, his smirk vanishing rapidly and being replaced with a snarl. He steps forward and stands up straighter, taking a far more aggressive stance.
Jefferson: Count yourself lucky that I did lose. You and I both know I could take you any time any place. You’ve know exactly what I’m capable of and I’m sure you were trembling in your boots when you saw I’d reached the finals of Emperor of the Ring. Guess you got a lucky break...
Dan: You think I'm scared, pal? You must be taking the piss! I've kicked his arse many a time! I can even afford to get cocky with that Irish cunt! And what about you? You were nothing more than a lacky, my lacky in fact. All you were good for was making sure I didn't kick your arse.
Jefferson: Lackey? Your fucking lackey?! You’ve got to be kidding me! I was, and still am, the best thing ever associated with The Empire. We all formed when I took the Entertainment Title and made it the British Title! Not at any point was I your lackey you self-righteous twat; you need to get a reality check!
The pair now fully square up to each other, their eyes locked onto an opposing set staring straight back at them.
Dan: I suppose you’re going to give it to me?
Jefferson: Any time any place. Don’t kid yourself Danny boy; your days clinging onto that belt are numbered. You were old news when you finally managed to get your hands on it. Soon enough you’ll be ancient history!
A smug smirk plants itself firmly on Jefferson’s face and it stays there as he turns and walks away, leaving Dan rooted to the spot and wearing a huge scowl. The look on his face says that this isn’t over by a long shot whereas the look on Jefferson’s is that of a man who already won.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:48:34 GMT -5
Teh Interview! By Dave Shadow Cutting backstage again, we find ourselves in the interview area of the ACW arena, with Charlotte King with microphone in hand. She looks her usual calm and confident self, as she looks into the camera and introduces her guest.King: Ladies and gentlemen, the current International Champion and the 2009 Emperor of the Ring...Dave Shadow! Dave Shadow steps in front of the camera, the title belt over his shoulder and a big smile on his face. Out in the arena, a smattering of cheers can be heard; many seemingly disagree with Chris Phenomenal’s actions over the last few weeks, and by proxy, they have decided to support Dave in his crusade against the man. However, the vast majority of the crowd still remember that he’s been a right bastard over the last few months, and boo as loudly as they can. The reaction makes Dave laugh, but he also lowers and shakes his head. Deep down, he knows he’s going to have a bit of work to do in order to get the people back on his side.King: Dave, last week it was announced you will face Chris Phenomenal here tonight, and that the International Championship is going to be on the line. What are your thoughts going in to the match? Dave: My thoughts? My thoughts are that tonight, all my Christmases are coming at once. My thoughts revolve around the fact that finally, FINALLY, I get to climb into the ring with the man who has been like a spectre in my life. For the last three months, Chris has haunted me, striking out of the shadows, sneaking up behind people and trying to damage them beyond repair. Well, finally, tonight, I get my revenge. A revenge I’ve sought since the day I first woke up in a hospital bed with a pounding headache. On that day, I vowed two things. The first was to find the man who has made my life a living hell.King: And the second? Dave: To bring that son of a bitch to justice.King: Well, Chris Phenomenal also happens to be the man who relieved you of the Entertainment title back when you were both young rookies. Does that fact play on your mind tonight when it comes to defending the International Championship? Dave: You know what, King. It does. I’d like to separate my personal and my professional opinions of Chris. As a human being, Chris is a low life, piece of scum, trash bag who deserves to be locked up in jail and the key thrown away. As a wrestler, well, that’s a different story. As a wrestler, Chris is actually pretty impressive. He did beat me for the Entertainment title. He holds wins over some of the biggest names in ACW, including quite recently, The Senator. So as much as I hate to admit this, he is going to be a tough cookie to crumble. I can’t go in underestimating him, because if there’s one thing that would kill me more than losing, it would be seeing that bastard walk out with the International Championship over his shoulder.King: You mentioned The Senator there. Does the fact it looks like he and Chris now have a partnership going worry you? Dave: It worries me in so far as I can’t believe Senator would ever consider aligning himself with Chris, especially following the revelations at Emperor of the Ring. But if Chris has found a political ally, then I of course need to watch my back. Senator is a former world champion and obviously comes from a world where backstabbing and political manoeuvring is important. I hope Chris realises this, of course. But, as far as his involvement in my match goes, I’ve long since realised I must go in to every match with eyes in the back of my head. Tonight, will be no different.King: There’s been some concerns online that we aren’t going to see a run-of-the-mill wrestling match tonight, and that, given the nature of your relationship with Chris, it might not be a great idea to put you two in the ring together. Dave: Since when did wrestling fans start worrying about two guys beating the hell out of each other?King: Some say it’s setting a bad example to kids, for example. You’re very much just taking the law into your own hands here tonight. Dave: That’s true. And the last thing I want to do is set a bad example for all the kiddies watching tonight. Regardless, I’ve been given a chance to gain the revenge I seek so desperately, and I refuse to turn that down. So, if you’re sitting there at home, watching with the family, maybe it would be a good idea to take the kids and put them to bed. At least turn off the TV if you’re afraid of bad influences. Because tonight, the things I plan on doing to Chris Phenomenal...I’m tell you right now the cops will be banging down the doors of the ACW arena to get to me. I’m going to hurt the man, King. Plain. And. Simple. And in the process, I am going to eliminate a cancer which has infected this promotion. And for that, King....the crowds and the people at home....they will thank me for it.Dave turns and walks off the screen, as King watches him go. She lets a small smile creep over her face; she too senses a change in Dave, deep down, even if it’s not fully showing yet. She folds her arms, as we...
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:50:53 GMT -5
The show is interrupted by an announcement, dubbed by the fast talking, excitable Eddy Edison himself. He lures listeners with promises of an experience of a lifetime at ringside in the ACW Arena. If they answer just one very simple question, they could be entered into a draw to win two FREE tickets to Samhain. The question is:
Who is the current ACW World Heavyweight Champion? Is it: A: Gary B: Kevin Anderson C: Dan White
Calls cost £2.50/$4 per minute. Terms and Conditions apply. For more information, log onto alphacw.awardspace.com/[OOC: Saved Segment] Segment: Political Intelligence (Credit: AK / Senator) Late Wednesday afternoonThe Senatorial office is the setting for a meeting of ACW veteran minds; occupying his favoured chair, Senator Steve Philips is putting his considerable grey matter to good use, mulling over the information which Alicia Laureano has just spent the last 10 minutes providing. He taps the tips of his fingers together, thoughtfully.Senator: Well, I must say, this is not the sort of behaviour I would consider to be typical of Mr. Phenomenal. Obviously, the mental state of any competitor is as important as their physical condition, if not more so, and this information is personally disturbing, after all, I consider him my investment. Alicia nods in agreement.Alicia: I’m sorry if this has landed you with a problem, but I felt you ought to know about this. Like you say, it’s totally out of character for him. I’ve rarely heard anyone sound so desperate... and yet when he’s out in the ring or stalking the backstage, the man embodies confidence. She rests her chin on one hand.Alicia: He kept coming back to the recurring theme of loss. At first I thought it was all about what happened in GWF, about denied title shots or such but once or twice he got more personal. He said something like “I’ve lost her”. Senator ponders.Senator: He would not be the first wrestler to allow their personal life to intrude into the professional sphere. This business breaks relationships like no other, and I say that while considering my day job! It is the price of excellence, in my consideration. He lacks the experience to avoid the common mistakes...mistakes that even old veterans like myself are not immune to making. Alicia considers this.Alicia: That could certainly be the case... I just got the feeling there was something more... I don’t know, almost sinister about it. But I could just be imprinting my own feelings at the time on to an unimportant remark. I did have other priorities on my mind. Senator: I most certainly can appreciate such a situation. He looks at Alicia with a narrowing gaze.Senator: If I may ask... what is the current status of your relationship with Mr. Shadow? Alicia raises an eyebrow.Senator: ...your working relationship, of course! Far be it from me to insinuate any divisions between you and Victor. A flicker of amusement crosses Alicia’s face, and it seemingly carries on across to Senator. The two long-timers know intimately the sort of gossip which occupies the fanbase.Alicia: At the moment, Dave wants to pay Phenomenal back for the two attacks, which I’m sure is blindingly obvious. I’ve told him he’s a fool if he lets it get in the way of everything he’s worked for. I have no doubt that he’ll do exactly as he pleases, regardless of my view or anyone else’s. Technically, now that Phenomenal’s come clean, I have no need to bother myself with their quarrel. She looks at Senator again, and sighs.Alicia: All I know is, I ended up stuck in a room with a man who was emotionally at the end of his tether, begging for my help. I thought perhaps I might receive some sort of message, some further contact, but there’s been nothing. My window to act looks as if it’s been closed... but yours could be opened some time soon. Alicia stands up.Alicia: Thanks for taking the time to listen, Steve. I wished Dave good luck for his match earlier, and since I wish to be non-partisan, I’d be grateful if you could pass on the same sentiment from me to Chris. Senator nods.Senator: I of course do not have the luxury of neutrality, nor would I seek it... but I know that Mr. Phenomenal would be honored by your words. Alicia smiles.Alicia: No Nobel Peace prizes for us any time soon, eh? Senator: Not until I run for president. Alicia: Is that a... Senator: No, no, no, I would never think of doing such a thing, not now, not ever, and that, dear Alicia, is nothing, but the honest truth! Who would ever want such a job, anyway? You would have to be crazy to pursue that lifestyle! Alicia: One might think that the Senator from Illinois dost protest too much.... She takes her leave, and in doing so leaves Senator with much to dwell on, as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:52:17 GMT -5
Title: Bigger Fish to Fry. Credit: CP and Senator.
Backstage in the ACW Arena, Chris Phenomenal sits in his locker room, his headphones plugged into his I-Pod, the beat pulsing out of his ear phones with his head bowed in focus, slowly bobbing back and forth to the beat, getting psyched up for his match against Dave Shadow. The door to his locker room clicks open and in steps Kevin Anderson, ACW interviewer.
Kevin Anderson: Chris, can I…
Noticing the earphones, Kevin stops in his tracks before stepping into the line of Chris Phenomenal’s sight as his eyes track him across the room.
Kevin Anderson: I’m wondering if I could get…
Again, Kevin Anderson stops as Chris returns back to his music for a moment before reaching up and removing one of the earbuds from his ear before turning his neck up to look at Kevin.
Kevin Anderson: …before your match with Dave Shadow tonight?
Chris Phenomenal: What?
Kevin Anderson: I was wondering if I could get a few words with you prior to your match tonight with Dave Shadow?
Chris looks back down at his music, before removing the other ear bud and quickly wrapping the headphones around the I-Pod before looking up at Kevin Anderson, not moving, not offering a seat for Kevin.
Chris Phenomenal: What have I said, get to me before the show if you want to talk to me…ESPECIALLY before a match as big as tonight’s against Dave Shadow.
Kevin Anderson: Biggest match of your career?
Chris Phenomenal: No, and I’m not going to kiss company ass by saying it is. I look at this match as one of those extra’s in life that makes things better, but it isn’t the biggest match of my career. Sure you can look at the International Title and all the names that have held it and say that it is quite an accomplishment. Grander however are the matches I’ve had against Rattlesnake, sending him away from this company. Two weeks ago against Senator sending him into retirement with a loss.
Kevin Anderson: And now he’s your manager.
Chris Phenomenal: And there’s a problem with that?
Kevin Anderson: No, I guess…
Chris Phenomenal: That’s right, you guess, that’s all you ever do, fishing for answers based on speculation. As far as I’m concerned Kevin you’re the first thing that they should get rid of on these budget cuts, and because of that I’m willing to humor you for a brief moment. You look at a number of the men who have reached the top and they’ve had someone by there side, Thunderkiss had his now estranged wife, Chance Emmerson had Umeko Saito, BK London had Stephen Russo. The wealth of knowledge the Senator has both inside and outside of the ring made it a no brainer despite any underlying trust issues we may have. Could this all come back to bite me in the ass, sure it could. That said however the risk is far outweighed by the potential for reward and that could come to fruition tonight in the former of International Championship Gold.
Kevin Anderson: You’ll have to defeat a man who has gone nearly unscathed in the past three months inside of the ring, beating Jack Jefferson twice, Jason Freeman twice, he even beat you to advance in the Emperor of the Ring tournament.
Chris Phenomenal: Really Kevin, we all know what happened there during that match. My hand was on the fucking rope and that fuck head Keiji Makabe missed it by “accident.” In fact, that’s more motivation for tonight’s match that the International Championship, vengeance, showing Dave Shadow that again he can’t stop me, that he can beat Dan White, but so have I, twice. That he can beat Jack Jefferson, a man I’ve beaten more times than he have, he can beat whomever the hell he wants,. You could say that based on all this we are equal but at the end of the day there’s no chance in hell that he can legally pin me for a three count.
Kevin Anderson: You brought up a whole host of names you share victories over but there’s one name that he has on his list that you don’t. He beat Michael Smart last month to retain his International Title but just last week you lost to Michael Smart.
Chris Phenomenal: Yeah, I lost to him Kevin, but quite frankly that match means nothing. You’re telling me that you’d go all out over someone like Chloe Roberts when you knew that later on you’d have Kristen Bell? Blasphemy. Michael Smart was solely a warm up and it got to the point where letting him pin me was worth it. There’s no sense risking injury in a worthless match. Now if you’ll excuse me, I should get ready for my match.
Kevin Anderson: Chris, why did you…
Chris Phenomenal gives Kevin Anderson a dismissive look but Kevin Anderson will not relent, the question that has been on the mind of the ACW faithful for the past few weeks needing to be answered.
Kevin Anderson: Chris, the world needs to know why…
Senator: Kevin, I would ask you to vacate these premises immediately lest I be pressed to remove you with brute force.
Kevin turns and looks at Senator, confused as to what is happening before looking back at Chris Phenomenal.
Kevin Anderson:…
Chris Phenomenal: Sayonara!
With that Kevin turns and seeing the crossed arms of Senator decides that the questions can be answered another day, for now, personal safety is far more important. Walking out of the room Senator approaches Chris Phenomenal, his hands now by his side, his immaculate suit freshly pressed.
Senator: Are you ready Champ?
Chris Phenomenal: Born ready.
Senator: Good, now I’ve been…
With that the scene begins to fade away as Senator begins breaking down the upcoming match to Chris Phenomenal who nods in approval to everything the veteran ring warrior states, the rift between the two slowly beginning to patch back up.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:56:40 GMT -5
Match 4: High Roller vs Dan White (Credit: Torak)
Amidst all of the melodrama, emotion and spectacle of ACW, it’s sometimes easy to forget what, exactly, this collection of Men and Women are here to do: fight! However, it is unlikely that the following pair will need reminding of that fact. If you aren’t already glued to your seat – you should be.
The house lights dim and smoke billows out from underneath the stage shrouding the crowd in a heavy mist of mystery. A fever pitch spreads across all the ticket holders as the opening beats of Hakan Ehn's "Harmonica Blues in Black & Blue" hits the amplifiers. As the smoke begins to lift, an image of a man and a woman comes into view inside of a spotlight that suddenly and without warning shines down from above. Out from his pocket High Roller pulls out a deck of cards and begins to shuffle them as thousands of cards begin to fall onto the crowd from the rafters above. An explosion with a pose then ushers him and Lady Luck off to the ring where another paycheck awaits along with hundreds of outstretched arms.
Phillip: “The following contest is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall. Introducting first, making his way to the ring being accompanied by Lady Luck. From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at Two hundred and fifty three pounds…High Roller!”
He makes this night memorable for as many as he can before stepping into the ring between the ropes, adjusting his wrist tape and warming up via rope stretches. Meanwhile Lady Luck takes her place outside the ring where she hopes to live up to her name once again and will her man to victory.
ANARCHY!!!!!!
”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness.
Phillip: “And his opponent, from Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at Two hundred and forty eight pounds – he is the Alpha Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion; “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!”
Dan enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs the near turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He eventually drops down and unstraps his belt from around his waist, compliantly handing it to the referee.
The bell rings and neither man wastes anytime in going at it with each other. They exchange some fresh right hands, knocking each other backwards onto their heels before retaliating – this may not be a title match, but both men are extremely pumped up regardless. In excess of 20 punches are thrown altogether in the opening clash before Dan takes the initiative and blocks a right hand from Roller. It then turns into a solo effort by Dan as he knocks Roller back with a series of right hands with no reply from The Broker of Broken Hearts. Dan then attempts to whip Roller into the turnbuckle, but a slight strength advantage works in his favour and he reverses the move, sending Dan into the corner instead. Roller approaches Dan, who uses the turnbuckle as a launch pad to cut Roller off with a rushing back elbow. A stunned Roller is easy pickings for a Snapmare takedown and when sat on the canvas, a blunt mudhole stomp catches his shoulder.
McNally: This match is definitely not going to be one for the purists out there, but boy can these guys fight.
Edison: You bet! High Roller is probably the toughest STAKE (sic) in the ACW.
McNally: I’ll admit, that pun was quite WELL DONE.
Edison: Haha, you’re a poet and you didn’t know it!
McNally: Make a rhyme everytime…
Dan pulls Roller to his feet, as Lady Luck slaps the canvas in support of her incapacitated man. The Welshman leads Roller to the corner this time before bouncing his head on the top pad that, whilst soft, doesn’t quite absorb all of the impact. Roller soon finds himself back against the turnbuckle, his open body an invitation for kicks to the midsection. Dan is, of course, ordered to cease after a five count from the referee and he pulls Roller back to the centre of the ring. A couple of left hands subdue Roller, allowing Dan to whip Roller into the ropes then, on the rebound, catch him with an impressive Roundhouse kick, knocking the Gambling Man onto his back. Dan goes to work with a few more stomps before opting to pull him to his feet again. Dan applies a front facelock and lifts Roller, hitting a standard Vertical Suplex before floating over into a cover, but Roller kicks out before a two count. Dan, undeterred, quickly rises to his feet and delivers a couple of stiff stomps to the head of the ascending Roller. Dan takes a grasp of Roller’s hair and throws a hard right hand to the forehead, sending Roller back down to the canvas. He persists and attempts to get to his feet again, but receives the same rough treatment. Another sequel of the sequence occurs before Dan realizes it is getting him nowhere. This time, he pulls Roller to his feet and whips him into the ropes. As High Roller returns, Dan attempts his Roundhouse kick again, but Roller learns from his mistakes and ducks the swinging leg, continuing on to the opposite ropes. He bounces off them and races towards a surprised Welsh Dragon, who cannot adjust his body in time to avoid a Running Clothesline by Roller. Lady Luck dances with glee as her man looks set to take the advantage in this bout.
McNally: Hard clothesline across the sternum by High Roller, which could turn the tide of this match in his favour.
Edison: Watching Lady Luck, he’s doing us all a favour.
Dan holds the back of his neck in pain as Roller pulls him to his feet. He scoops the World Champion up and slams him down onto the canvas. Roller then sets off towards the ropes and springs off them, hurtling toward the fallen Dan White before executing a perfect running knee drop to the head of White. Roller makes the cover, but Dan is able to kick out on two. Roller gets to his feet, yanking Dan up from his prone position and landing some stiff digs to the temple in order to pacify him. He backs Dan into the corner and hurls a few more right hands into the face of the Champion. The referee buzzes aggravatingly around Roller, urging him to desist with a threatening five count. Roller partially ignores the request, willing to ride his luck for a moment. He eventually clasps his hands around the wrist of White and whips him over to the opposite corner. Roller rushes in his slipstream and as Dan lands backfirst on the pads, Roller hops up onto the middle rope then proceeds to unleash an assault of ten punches to the head of the sprawled Welsh Dragon. The referee once again hovers on the scene, implementing a slow five count. Roller just manages to reach the tenth punch before the referee can feasibly threaten a disqualification. He drops down onto the canvas and allows Dan to dazedly stumble out of the corner. He staggers into the hands of High Roller, who hoists him up by his side and drops him in a well executed Side Slam. Roller lands in a cover and the referee duly counts, only reaching the two before the Champion manages to kick out.
Back to their feet once more, Roller backs Dan into the nearside ropes and uses the momentum to whip Dan across the ring with some authority. Dan is nimble, however, and as Roller expects a comeback, Dan slides underneath the bottom rope and to the floor outside. Lady Luck lingers in close proximity and she cannot resist from shouting some discouraging words at the Champion. Dan raises his arms, holding back the temptation to strike her as they confront each other. Roller saunters over to their location and reaches over the top rope at his opponent, but Dan spots his approach in the corner of his eye and leaps up to grab the overhanging head of High Roller before pulling him down onto the rope in a guillotine as Lady Luck watches on with a panicked look. Roller recoils, holding his sternum as he remains on his feet. Dan quickly re-enters the ring and stalks his foe from a distance. He picks the precise moment that Roller turns to face him before he rushes and leaps, looking for a Tornado DDT. However, Roller is able to resist the gravitation and manages to hold Dan up in the air, swinging him around at shoulder height, maintaining the Tornado momentum. The referee becomes an unexpected victim of the move as the swinging legs of Dan catch him unaware in the side of the head. The referee, unsurprisingly, hits the canvas like a sack of spuds. Roller manages to release the hold of Dan and sends him down to the canvas, face first in a reverse pancake move. Dan gets to his feet and unwisely rushes at Roller. Thinking quickly, Roller lifts him up then drops Dan down uncomfortably onto his knee in an Inverted Atomic Drop. As Dan reels, Roller takes Dan down to the canvas with a standard double leg takedown before setting up for a Slingshot. Using his knees as the pivot, he launches Dan up and over the top rope, leaving him spread eagle at the base of the entrance ramp.
Edison: Viva Las Vegas, baby!
Roller sits up as a contented grin spreads over his face. He peers to his left to see the unconscious referee sprawled out on the canvas. He glances over to his lady, who absorbs the moment joyfully, applauding her man’s efforts. He pushes himself to his feet before slinking through the ropes to join his opponent at ringside. With no worry of a dreaded count-out, this battle draws a new lease of life outside of the squared circle. Roller motions to his woman to stay put, out of the line of fire as he pulls Dan to his feet. He delivers a stiff punch to the head of Dan before bouncing his head off the guardrail that leads to the ring as they both slowly make their way up the ramp. Another head shot sends Dan teetering awkwardly up the entranceway, towards the curtain. Another head shot causes Dan to cover another couple of yards as they inch ever further from the ring. Roller lines up another shot, but Dan blocks and grips the head of his opponent, before sending him head first into the supporting strut of the entrance. Roller collapses onto his side right in front of the entrance curtain. Dan aggressively pulls Roller to his feet and feeds him through the curtain into the mysterious void that is “behind the set entrance”.
For a few moments there is nothing as the two disappear from view. The next time we see them, they are pacing through a narrow corridor that presumably leads to ringside. Dan, still in control, throws his opponent into one of the hard walls then lifts a stern knee into the midsection of Roller before leading him further down the corridor. The eventually reach a junction leading to more corridors. A table containing drinks for dehydrated superstars becomes destructive fodder for Dan as he throws Roller into it, landing on top of the table, sending cups and bottles crashing to the concrete floor. Dan delivers a few right hands before dragging Roller off the table and leading him down the wider hallway.
They reach the foyer where a stray handful of petrified ACW employees dodge the incoming brutality. Dan bounces Roller’s head off any oject he can see as he blindly leads Roller through the layout of the ACW arena, which seems to sometimes magically shape-shift, depending on whose accounts you listen to. A vending machine stands innocently near a doorway. Dan spots the golden opportunity to not only inflict damage on his opponent, but also to attain free snacks. He grips the head of Roller and attempts to throw him into the machine, but Roller blocks, delivers an elbow to the face of the Welsh Dragon then sends him through the plexi-glass front of the vending machine, spilling tasty snacks and beverages all over the floor.
High Roller: Jackpot!
He delivers a kick to the fallen Dan, whose forehead has become busted open from the impact through the protective cover of the appliance. Roller, unfamiliar with the layout of the building, wishes he had a map as he leads the World Champion through a doorway – into a poorly lit room that appears to be a stairwell. He pushes Dan into the wall at the top of the stairs before hitting a European Uppercut to the jaw of the now red-faced Champion. Some blood splatters onto Roller, but it doesn’t distract him from his matter at hand as he hurls Dan down the short staircase – he awkwardly rolls down and ends up sprawled out at the bottom. Roller confidently struts down the steps and notices a door to his right. He pulls Dan to his feet and shoves him through the door. When they emerge on the other side, they find themselves just behind the floor crowd at ringside. They also notice that on this side of the door, there is no handle, only a card reader, indicating that it is for staff use only, meaning they cannot re-enter from this side.
The ring acts like a beacon as it beckons the two warring wrestlers towards it like a homing device. The crowd at ground level start to become ecstatic as the two battling stars begin to wade through them as they embark on their return to the ring. Many of them relish the chance to touch greatness and adoringly pat, rub and hug their heroes. When they finally reach ringside, Roller throws Dan over the guardrail and he lands a mere few feet from the gorgeous figure of Lady Luck, is relieved to see her man in control. Roller hops over the barrier and shoots a wink at his woman. He delivers a boot to the back of Dan before pulling him to his feet. He whips Dan into the steel steps at ringside with Dan absorbing most of the impact with his shoulder. He backs away and focuses his attention towards his lady at ringside, who revels in his domination. She blows him a kiss, presumably for luck, before he turns to his opponent and charges at him. Dan thinks fast and performs a nifty drop toe hold, sending Roller crashing face first into the steel. Dan pulls himself to his feet and pauses for a moment in order to catch his breath. Lady Luck slowly inches towards him, looking to assist her man if possible. Dan swoops down and lifts the ring apron up, searching for something beneath the ring. What he pulls out brings a rush of fear throughout Lady Luck, causing her to back off to a considerable distance. He wields in his hand his trusty tennis racket, complete with barbed wire strings. He slides it into the ring for later use before retrieving his opponent from the mangle mess at the corner of the ring. He pulls Roller to his feet and rolls him into the ring.
Dan pulls himself up onto the apron and enters the ring as a worried Lady Luck watches on. She begins to shuffle towards the commentary desks. Dan makes adjustments to the positioning of the tennis racket before locking in a front facelock on Roller, looking to hit a face first DDT right onto the barbed wire! Roller desperately battles back, delivering some hard shots to the midriff of his adversary. Dan is forced to relinquish his grip. Roller backs off initially, before charging wildly at Dan. In a swift movement, Dan manages to hit a swinging neckbreaker, landing Roller on the canvas near the ropes as Lady Luck hops up onto the apron with a chair in hand. She attempts to swing for the Welsh Dragon as he gets to his feet, but Dan catches her, however, and grips her hair, causing her to drop the chair into the ring. She desperately fights back, attempting to break the grip of the Welsh Dragon, but he’s too strong. He warns her not to try anything but manages to keep his hands to himself. However, the distraction buys Roller time as he picks up the chair and swings it, crashing it into the back of Dan, causing him to release his grip of Lady Luck. Dan hits the mat as Roller struggles to his feet. He kicks the tennis racket out of the ring for safety, but keeps the chair in hand. He staggers over to the corner and sets the chair up there, unfolding it so that it sits neatly in the corner. The referee, still unconscious, is unaware of everything going on around him.
Roller pulls Dan up and clutches his wrist, putting him into a painful wristlock. He leads him towards the corner and drives a shoulder into his shoulder. Dan grimaces. Roller then throws an arm around Dan’s shoulder and looks to be attempting a Russian Leg Sweep, right through the set up chair! Dan doggedly fights back, blocking the move, and manages to lockin a full nelson. With a bit of effort, he manages to hit a full nelson bulldog, right into the centre of the ring where the tennis racket was. Both men lay on the canvas, exhausted from the bout so far as the noise generated from the crowd reaches deafening levels. Lady Luck contributes to the volume by screaming encouragement to her man at the top of her lungs, slapping the canvas on the outskirts of the ring.
Both men slowly get to their feet. Dan’s crimson face is a gory sight. They meet each other in the middle of the ring and exchange some tired right hands with the match seemingly coming full circle. A right hand from Dan sends Roller teetering backwards onto his heels. Dan plucks some last shreds of energy from within before leaping up with a Dragonzuri, catching Roller on the side of his face. Roller topples backwards and lands backside first on the set up chair.
Dan pauses for a moment. The entire crowd can feel it coming. He turns to the crowd, boiling them up into a frenzy before signalling for it. He breaks into a sprint, aiming directly for the stunned seated High Roller. He launches himself into the air and a left boot swings firmly into the face of Roller as Dan executes the Killer Blow, formerly known as the 75mph Kick. Roller collapses off the side of the chair as Dan deposits the offending object outside the ring. He makes the cover just as the referee stirs from his doze. He turns to see the cover being made and slowly administers the count. One! Two! Three!
The bell sounds as a distraught Lady Luck slams the canvas in frustration. A bloody Dan White rolls out of the ring and saunters over to the timekeeper to retrieve his title. He holds it aloft as he begins to make his way back up the ramp while Lady Luck rushes to the aide of her man, his luck having eroded away for the time being.
Winner: "Welsh Dragon" Dan White
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:57:34 GMT -5
Segment: A New Rival
As per usual, the vast backstage area of the ACW arena is bustling with activity. Through the historic hallways the entire staff roster of the company combine socializing and labour as they work in unison to create the magnum opus that is Wenesday Night Warfare. Posing wrestlers loiter the corridors, dreaming of their salary and stardom. The medics wait on tenterhooks, praying all goes well and they aren’t called into action. The referee’s fidget anxiously, fretting their next scheduled ref bump, hoping and praying that the wrestlers aren’t too stiff in their execution. A small cluster of the cameracrew, who are momentarily off duty, consort and play Gin whilst the imaginative storyline writers gather and drink Gin. As for the Divas…well, they just stand around looking beautiful, as always.
In a secluded location, deep within the many layers of the ACW arena, which has so far stood the test of time without a unique title, an echoing whir of toil lingers in the backdrop. Several eighteen-wheelers and transit vans doze peacefully, their rear doors open and their cargo absent. With even the wrestling industry feeling the pinch of recession, Gingerdude is reluctant to leave his valuable equipment in the building overnight for any daring thieves to steal. Do you have any idea how much a single turnbuckle pad costs?
A cluster of insignificant employees are hard at shirk in the unsupervised area. They are all similarly dressed in blue t-shirts and scruffy jeans - their tight fit unappealingly revealing unsightly patches of hairy skin. Jocular and loquacious – gossip is number one on their agenda. One solitary man, conversely, is hard at work nearby – fiddling with an open electrical panel. His face is dimly recognizable, but with a lack of a lot of exposure lately, you can’t place where and when you’ve seen him before. He busily twists a screwdriver with his eyes fixed diligently on the job at hand. He refuses to heed the noise of the chattering group nearby. He isn’t even annoyed that they aren’t willing to help. He just wants to do his job, pick up his paycheck and go home. As a final twist seems to get the job done, he is distracted by a particularly loud member of the group.
“Hey Steve! Come here, you’ve got to hear this!”
Steve’s gaze does not disconnect from his chore. His awareness is sidetracked by another loose wire within the panel.
“I’m busy!”
His colleague is resolute.
“But you’ve got to here about this diva…I mean, what a who…”
Steve’s concentration is broken and he snaps his screwdriver. He turns to his friend mid-sentence and cuts back.
“I don’t care.”
He is only half-convincing. There may have been a time when he would have been all ears, but not anymore.
“Haven’t you got some work to do?”
His friend chuckles and the rest of the gang imitate.
“Actually, Steve, we have. Come on guys, let’s go take a look at that hole in the wall next door to the Women’s shower room.”
They shoot out their excited endorsement as Steve presses his lips together, shaking his head. As the rabble moves on he is allowed to continue on with his work. He inspects his broken tool, quickly deeming it useless. He angrily hurls the screwdriver to the floor and watches as it bounces and clinks across the concrete floor and ends up stopping next to a pair of polished black high heels. Steves angry face is quickly transformed to one of dread. His mind is no longer on his duty, it is now making sure to navigate his way through the next few moments with his dignity and health in tact.
“What’s wrong Steve? Aren’t you pleased to see me?”
The voice is smooth and warm like dripping caramel. Steve quivers and loses his composure.
“C-C-Cordelia?”
The highly execrated Miss. LaBlanc steps forward, invading his personal space with a sinister expression spread over her face. Steve has heard the rumours, and he breaks eye contact with her for a split second to peer apprehensively over her shoulder to check if she is being accompanied. However, she is alone – a fact that doesn’t lift his anxiety much, if at all. It’s at this moment that it all becomes clear. Steve had, in the past, made regular cameos in Cordelia’s early appearances, usually as the whipping boy for her fiancé or the selected vehicle for the vindictive couple to indirectly cause turbulence throughout the roster.
“What’s the matter, Steve? No lecherous advance? No perverted innuendo? Don’t I even get a compliment?”
He flounders, helplessly. Before he can utter an excuse she cuts back into him.
“Come on! Is it because I’m older? Because I’ve put on a bit of weight? Is my hair too untidy? Is my face not made up enough for you?”
She grits her teeth – a signal that Steve had better conjure up a quick response.
“I…I’m married.”
He blurts out, displaying his wedding ring as exhibit A. Cordelia scoffs before feigning happiness, clasping her hands together in front of her, but Steve does not pick up her deriding mockery.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you. That must have been very special. What is her name?”
He smiles and shuffles nervously.
“Jenny.”
Her voice squeaks slightly, still piling on the pretense.
“How adorable! I bet she’s very attractive.”
She begins to bait him. She has already angled her body, ready to lash out, like a snake ready to strike.
“She’s beautiful.”
He beams as he invokes memories of her face; Her flowing golden hair; her crystal smile; her starlight eyes; her perfect body. He retrains his focus onto the woman standing before him now; Her deathly black hair frizzes erratically and hangs messily towards her shoulders; her cracked lips that she has to moisten every so often; her blotchy skin; her tired, red eyes.
“And the Sex. I bet the sex is wonderful.”
Steve is taken quite aback. It’s amazing the power women have over men when they mention sex. You can feel him cringe as he shifts his weight nervously. She is toying with him, extracting bitter enjoyment from watching him squirm. He reaches a timid hand behind his head and scratches his slowly expanding bald-patch.
“Yeah. I guess, so.”
He attempts to imagine that fantastic sex, but her movement is quick and sudden as she grips his cheeks with a tightening claw and slams him into the hard concrete wall behind him, narrowly missing the exposed electrical panel that he was previously working on. Cordelia closes in, stopping her face just centimeters from his. She squeezes his cheekes, puffing his lips out like a stunned fish. Her voice transforms from the angelic tone it once was into a harsh rasp.
“I thought as much. Yet another fairytale romance based on weak, idealistic foundations. Physical attraction is a feeble bond for love. You and that slut of a wife of yours, you are both paradigms for our failing species. You base your values of love on feeble, temporary lust and lure.”
Steve tries to speak, but it seeps out only as a muffled murmur. Her breath on his face is cold and he notices for the first time she has a stranged shaped stud piercing through her tongue.
“Being the bringer of truth, here in ACW, let me tell you something. Her looks? They will fade. She will become, like us all, a victim of age. Her hair will become gray. Her lips will sag. Her eyes will wrinkle. Then you’ll find that what you had for her, what connected you both is no more. You can’t have sex anymore. One - because you aren’t able, and two - because you just aren’t attracted to her anymore. Then all you have is a tether between you, keeping you together just because you married for the sake of marrying. Because you’re afraid. You’re afraid of being alone, dying alone.”
He moans pitifully as his eyebrows furrow. Why is she telling him this? Why can’t she let him be happy? Why is she trying to steal away his optimism for his love? She loosens her grip slightly, but keeps him backed against the wall. For the first time, she allows her gaze to drift from his as she looks inside herself.
“Me and Jack…that was different. That was love – true love. A love that was based not on shallow and frail feelings. It was never about how we looked, how we were in bed, how much money we had or the reputations we had built. It was built on a true connection, a higher connection. A spiritual and mental bond that would never weaken with time. We would never tire of each other, our thoughts and values were eternal attractions. But you – YOU took that away from me!”
He squirms and blurts a questioning mumble.
“You and all of your colleagues are all equally responsible for the death of my Jack, but I – in the name of Jack, will gain retribution for his passing. As for that beautiful love that you have? We’ll soon see how much it means when you are nothing.”
She clenches her jaw before releasing her rigid grip on his cheekbones. She backs away and all Steve can offer is silence. She glowers at him for a second before unleashing a thunderous slap right to his face. He recoils, holding his face in a combination of pain and surprise. By the time he looks back up, Cordelia has already stormed off away from him.
Although extremely gratified by the outcome of her encounter with the poor handyman, a face of thunder leads her stride. She quickly puts a considerable amount of distance between herself and the scene and quickly disappears out of sight of Steve, who is still reeling from the physical abuse.
She swings around a corner and continues down a long narrow corridor which needles to a vanishing point. Without warning, she is halted dead in her tracks by the emergence of one man who has a penchant for popping up out of nowhere. Cordelia rolls her eyes and purses her lips furiously. Kevin “The Internet” Anderson, following a busy night, stands by, striking an obnoxious pose directly in the path of Cordelia. He adjusts his sunglasses, which seem to be too big for him as they slide uncontrollably down his nose.
“Cordelia – tell me, what are you doing back in the A-C-W?”
He jerks his head with each acronym – his curly hair bouncing comically with each sharp movement. Cordelia houses intentions of grabbing a handful of that messy mop and tearing it from his head. He wears an arrogant smirk on his face as he points his finger towards her.
“Do you have A.D.D? Or have you just been too busy abusing yourself whilst looking over the anorexic cosmetic masterpieces they like to call “adult entertainers” these days?”
He snaps his head back with a chuckle. His chubby cheeks flap as he shakes his head.
“Hey sweet cheeks, let it be known that this interviewer only jerks it to Rena, baby!”
A look of disgust washes over Cordelia’s face which she emphasizes with a revulsed grunt. She places her hands on her hips, resisting the urge to strangle the irritating journalist.
“But that aside, tell me, what is it that brings you back to the Alpha-zone, darling?”
Her eyes narrow.
“Since you missed the story, Mr. scoop, let me reiterate, just for you. I’m here to take this place down, drive the last stake through it’s murderous heart – and that includes putting you and your colleagues out of a job, so you had better begin impressing if you harbour any hopes of being snapped up by a top entertainment company – not finding yourself doing something totally degrading instead, like collecting trash or becoming a columnist for The Sun.”
The reference whizzes over his head but her statement does bring back a hazy recollection of recent events.
“Oh yeah. You’re going to take down anyone who works for ACW, right?”
She releases an exasperated sigh and loosens her shoulders.
“That’s right. Anybody who flies the flag of ACW or stands beneath its umbrella is Jack’s enemy. They are my enemies.”
He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts. Stick around, it may take a while.
“But…isn’t that, like…hypocritical?”
He stops, slides his sunglasses down slightly and peers into the camera with a look of pomposity, proud of his use of a word with more than two syllables. He reverts his gaze to Cordelia.
“And just what do you mean by that?”
She is in no mood for games and does not appreciate him using up her time for his own progression.
“Well, like, you’re here to take down anyone employed by ACW, anyone getting paid by ACW – and you’re getting paid to do it.”
Smugness envelops him as he believes he has managed to outwit another individual. His moment of glory is short-lived, however, as the augmenting fury within her explodes and Anderson is subjected to the same treatment as Steve. She takes a firm grasp of his cheek and forces him against the wall. This chick is stronger than she looks.
“Listen to me you despisable little moron, I’ll let you in on the facts. I am not here to earn money, further my career or create entertaining television for the imbeciles watching in their living rooms or the pathetic geeks reading on the websites. For your information, I am here by my own accord, funding my own movements. Let me emphasize that I am NOT under contract with the ACW. If Jonathan Gingerdude had the audacity to offer me one - I would have spat on it.”
Anderson attempts to free himself, but Cordelia is quite powerful.
“As it turns out, Mr. Gingerdude is actually quite an easy man to manipulate. Already under the financial strain of keeping this rickety old dinghy afloat - all I had to do was mention the word “lawsuit” and I had him obeying my every whim. That means I have free reign here. I’m free to do whatever I want and go wherever I want to go, as I please. I’m going to destroy this place from the inside, and I’m going to do it right under all of your pathetic little noses.”
A sadistic smirk seizes her lips, displaying her grayish-white teeth. She allows the threat to linger for a moment before she relaxes her claw-like grip and backs away from him. She quickly lifts her shoulder, forcing Anderson to cower against the wall, but she does not strike. Instead, she cackles maniacally before continuing down the hallway, leaving Anderson – and the rest of ACW – to contemplate her motives.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:58:35 GMT -5
The night wears on as darkness blankets the sky. The cold moon glares down upon the brightly lit ACW Arena which bustles with life inside. With the majority of the show now passed us, we disappointingly approach the end of tonight’s fascinating show. You wish you could slow time down to make the magic and thrill last longer. But another part of you can’t wait for what is yet to come. Not only tonight, a surely captivating Main Event, but the events that await us, including the highly anticipated Samhain.
[OOC: Final Saved Segment]
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 16:59:32 GMT -5
Segment: Painting the town red….well the town is to big, so how about just a bike? …and instead of red, let’s go with black shall we? (Credit: Jonny Spade and High Roller) The scene opens up to seeing Jonny Spade and Damien King walking around in the backstage area.Jonny: *sigh* What a crappy birthday I am having so far. No gifts, no wishes…AND NO CAKE! Damien: Oh cheer up Spade, the night is still young, we shouldn’t even be here to begin with. You don’t have a match anyways, so why did you even want to come to the arena? Jonny: Because, I was hoping High Roller would show up at some point in the night to get some revenge and as of this moment I haven’t seen him. You know I had to spend 100 on each game to get them back into my possession? Not cool at all. Damien stops and holds an arm in front of Jonny causing him to stop too.Jonny: Now what? Damien: You know Jonny, I have always been a firm believer in, if you don’t get what you want then go out and get it yourself. Look over there. Damien sticks out his arm and points it in the direction of the parking garage. Jonny looks over and his sad face quickly turns to that of evilness as he rushes to the garage to take a closer look at what he sees. The camera man follows and inside is a beautifully hand crafted chopper bicycle leaning to one side with its kickstand out. Jonny whistles as he approaches taking a close look at the fine craftsmanship that went into this one of a kind beauty.Jonny: You know Damien, it would be a real shame if this chopper had a dent in it. Damien: Mhm. Jonny: Hell, not even a dent, just a little tiny knick would cause a catastrophe in the look of it and would need him to get a whole new paint job. Jonny looks around and then spots Damien next to him holding two spray cans.Damien: Here you go. Jonny smiles and takes them. First he covers the gas tank in a pure white layer of paint and then takes a black spray container and draws on a perfect symmetrical spade on it. He does the same thing on the fender. As he finishes Damien nudges him on arm…Damien: Hey Jon, I think I hear someone coming! Come on we gotta jet now! High Roller *from afar*: Mais! Mais! Nuttin’ like ending da night wit a purrin engine between my legs and a pair of big ol’ boobies pressed up ah’ginst my back!Lady Luck *blushing*: Jack! Stop!Jonny and Damien drop the spray cans and go and hide behind some cars. Sure enough Mr. Roller makes his way into the parking garage with Lady Luck and goes towards his bike. He stops though at the entrance because from the door he is able to see that his bike now looks like the surface of the moon. He rushes up to it and inspects the damage. As he does Jonny and Damien head towards the door.High Roller: THEY GONE DUN RUINED MY BIKE! THERE BE TWO THANGS YOU DON’T MESS WIT, SPADE! MY WOMAN AND MY CHOPP’AH! I GUNNA TAKE EVERY FING’AH YOU LAID ON IT!High Roller spots them and gives chase. Unfortunately though he is to far behind and can’t catch up to them.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 17:00:13 GMT -5
Segment: I can has new psychotic wrestler? :3 (Credit: Run Away)
In the back, we see two men currently engaging themselves in a chess match. One man has taken the lead and has the other seemingly surrounded. We can hear them trading words as the camera moves in.
Man 1: It's your turn now, Thoracebog.
Man 2: It's Thrakkorzog. With a K.
Man: We're only serving humble pie, Whatchamazog.
Thrakkorzog: For the last time, it's…
Man: Thorax-and-a-bog. Four-yaks-and-a-dog.
Thrakkorzog: No.
Man: Ah, laxative-log.
Thrakkorzog: No, no, no.
Man: Sapsucker-frog.
Thrakkorzog: Thrakkorzog.
Man: Susan?
Thrakkorzog: Now you're just doing it on purpose. How juvenile.
Voice: GOOD MORNING, BOYS AND GIRLS! AHAHAHAHAHA!
The two men jerk their heads to the left (your right) to see a man running as fast as he can. The dueling chess players abandon their seats as the rather husky-looking chum tackles the chess board and throws a bishop piece as far as he can. The man then turns to the camera and tugs his at his long goatee.
Man: MMMMMMMYYYYYY name is Run Away and though the name is very misleading, let it be known that I am not a coward! Being a coward is a violation of my beliefs of being strong in the ring and outside of it, yes indeed! Now a lot of you people may have seen me in Saints of Los Angeles, doing the same thing you see me doing right now, which is being psycho. But ever since it closed down, I was left in limbo! I had a severe case of ring rust during my time away from the spotlight, limelight, highlight, lowlight, bathroom light and any sort of light available! Such was the case when I faced a fellow wrestler of mine and severely injured his cuticle! OHHHHHHHH THE HORROOOOOOOOOOR!
Run Away curls up into a ball and starts shaking before realizing he is on TV, in front of thousands in attendance and millions watching at home. He soon brushes himself off and resumes his business.
Run Away: But then, my lucky day came about when Alpha Championship Wrestling offered me a contract to come and put people in headlocks for a tangible fee! Now here I am, ready and willing to push my skills to the limit! ACW, you may have survived adapting to change but now comes the biggest change of all: actually allowing yourselves to have a crazy gentleman like me running amok, running wild but never running away! …you know, now I can see a contradiction with my ring name. Maybe I should be the Almighty Bob.
Run Away forms an "L" with his hand and puts it to his chin, simultaneously looking up at the ceiling (lol Dan White pose). He soon disregards it and continues on.
Run Away: ACW, I hope you're ready to have a good time… Because with Run Away, fun times and victory are just beyond the horizon! ACW, it's time to get psycho… FWAAAAAA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Run Away soon attempts to leap up in the air with a karate kick but doesn't get as much height as intended. He soon looks over and runs off-camera, being chased by two angry chess players.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 17:01:51 GMT -5
Main Event: ACW International Championship Chris Phenomenal vs Dave Shadow (Credit: CP) The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong [/b] “Dead Wrong” fills the arena as Chris Phenomenal comes through the curtain with Senator right behind him, walking cane in hand. Chris stops at the top of the entrance ramp, his head down covered by a hooded sweat shirt. He makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands throwing his arms out as Senator steps up beside him and the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode. Chris makes his way down to the entrance ramp, Senator right beside him, the two split off when they reach the bottom, Chris jumping up onto the ring apron as Senator splits off to the steps before the two climb in between the second and third ropes. Chris goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, focused purely on the ring and nothing else as Senator stands next to his protégé before he spins around and bounces back a few times. Baby, Baby, Baby. You are my Voodoo Child, My Voodoo Child As the beginnings of “Voodoo Child” fills the arena Chris drops his hood and unzips the hoody, draping it over the ring apron as the lights in the arena go out. As the music builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered accross his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans as the camera spins around. Dave retreats to his corner as he stares across at Chris Phenomenal leaning up in his his corner, Senator rubbing his neck and shoulders as Phillip Jones takes center stage for the official ring introductions. Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the ACW International Championship! Jones: Introducing first the challenger, accompanied to the ring by Senator Steve Phillips. Tonight he weighed in at two hundred and seventy two pounds. Standing six feet, seven inches tall. He is the former ACW Entertainment Champion. Hailing from Harlem, New York, “The Future” CHRIS PHENOMENAL!Chris throws his arms in the air as the crowd around him boo, the few supporters Chris once had now long gone. As Chris turns and looks out at the jeering crowd it only adds to the smile on his face as he does a quick sugar shuffle and fires a few more shadow punches before hitting the ropes hard and hanging onto them as Senator clambers off the ring apron. Jones: And his opponent, the reigning ACW International Champion. A scattering of cheers are mixed amongst the heavy throng of boo’s for the champion as Dave doesn’t react, fully focused, letting the anger that has filled him over the attack of himself, and his brother, not to mention the abduction of Alicia come to the center, ready to be unleashed in one full out assault. Jones: He weighed in tonight at two hundred and thirteen pounds. Standing six feet tall. He is a former ACW Entertainment Champion. Hailing from Drogeheda, Ireland DAVE SHADOW!As Phillip Jones ducks out of the ring the two men stare at each other from across the ring, waiting for the familiar toll that will set the two caged lions free. Just before the bell tolls, RAF performs the obligatory pat down of both competitors. Satisfied, RAF backs away as the bell sounds.
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Post by Torak on Oct 14, 2009 17:02:54 GMT -5
*Ding Ding*
With the sound of the bell, Chris Phenomenal tugs on the second rope, looking down at Senator who is gesturing at Dave Shadow. Chris snaps his neck side to side as Dave Shadow does one quick arm circle and the two men come at each other, meeting in the center of the ring before circling off, referee Raymond Allen Fleming watching the two men as they engage collar and elbow, Chris Phenomenal looking to utilize his strength by pushing Dave back into his corner but Dave uses his speed advantage, taking the back of Chris Phenomenal by dropping down to one knee. He looks to take Chris down with a Greco Roman style takedown but Chris hooks his leg behind Dave’s to block it and puts Dave into a side headlock. Dave tries to push Chris off but Chris stops his momentum, only adding to the pressure on Dave Shadows neck. Dave then puts his foot right into the back of Chris Phenomenal’s knee and steps down on the calf of Chris, weakening his base for a moment and that allows Dave to kick the leg out on Chris Phenomenal who manages to stay upright but lets go of Shadow. Dave looks to take it back to Chris by hitting the side rope and coming off at Chris looking to hit him with a clothesline but Chris sidesteps and uses Dave’s momentum against him by throwing him to the mat with a well executed hip toss and goes right into a reverse chinlock.
McNally: Good start here for Chris Phenomenal, utilizing his strength to counter the speed advantage that Dave Shadow has in this match.
Edison: This is going to be a tough match for Dave Shadow I think, Chris Phenomenal, for all the problems he has seemed to have has always been able to keep his focus while he’s in the ring and with Dave Shadow as his opponent I think that’s going to be doubled.
As Chris pulls back on the head of Dave, Senator at ringside can be seen watching on, not heavily involved in the match, not slamming on the mat encouraging Chris Phenomenal but leaning on his cane, composed as always. Dave tries to fight to one knee, forcing Chris Phenomenal to stand up in a crouch and lean over Shadow, trying to keep as much as weight as possible on the neck and throat area of Dave. It does not take long for Dave to get to a standing position, firing a reverse elbow into the sternum of Chris Phenomenal that frees him from the hold and allows Dave to try and take the momentum back from Chris delivering a knife edged chop to the chest of Chris backing him up a step, and then a second one putting him near enough the ropes that Dave Shadow presses him in before firing him across the ring and on the rebound connects with a beautiful dropsault and then the first cover of the match. …1
Chris Phenomenal kicks out at one as Senator standing at ringside doesn’t even change expressions, his faith in his young protégé unwavering. Dave pulls Chris to his feet and fires him into the corner before slowly coming in and delivering another set of knife edges chops to the chest of Chris Phenomenal before taking him down with a snapmere and slapping him with another knife edge chops and then a quick enziguri that flattens Chris again. …1
Again, the quick cover attempt by Dave Shadow doesn’t work out that well as Chris throws his shoulder up quite easily as Dave again picks Chris up, this time to only a seated position and slaps on a chinlock of his own.
McNally: Is it wise for Dave Shadow here to be slowing down the match? He’s not known as a skilled mat technician.
Edison: I think it is at this time, he’s not going to end the match with this but he’s going to tire out Chris Phenomenal, cut off the air supply to his brain and maybe make it so that Chris Phenomenal eventually makes a mistake that he can capitalize on.
Dave Shadow keeps the hold in for nearly half a minute as Chris Phenomenal tries to fight out of it with a set of reverse elbows but each one is dodged by Dave Shadow and every time Chris gets up to one knee Dave kicks the back of it, working over both the base of Chris as well as trying to choke him out. Eventually Chris is able to get up by throwing Dave Shadow with his Ippon Seionage but as Dave comes through, Chris grabs one of the arms and hooks it around looking to lock Dave into his Dream Street submission hold but Dave is able to fend him off, preventing him from hooking the second arm. Realizing that his attempts are futile Chris keeps the arm of Dave Shadow locked as he eats a punch to the sternum before quickly switching the hold into a kimura before falling back, splatting Dave face first into the mat before forcing him to roll over to relieve some of the pressure as Chris still has the hold still locked in as Senator standing at ringside cracks a smile at the perfect execution of the move.
McNally: Something tells me that Phillips is the man behind that newest move of Chris Phenomenal.
Edison: I would think so and with the strength of Chris Phenomenal that kimura could be career ending.
As Dave tries to fight away from Chris he gets caught by the legs of Chris, quickly scissoring around the head of Dave into a crooked head scissors. The dual pressure on Shadow brings an even bigger smile to the face of Senator as Shadow tries to use the one free arm to pry the scissors off of him but the strength of the legs of Chris Phenomenal is almost impressive as his upper body strength, preventing Dave from getting out. Raymond Flemming asks Dave if he wants to submit to which Dave boisterously shouts no as he leans back, trying to relax the pressure but in the process lets his shoulders fall back to the mat as Chris adjusts his grip, the kimura now relaxed a bit, reducing the pressure but allowing Dave’s shoulders to fall to the mat allowing Flemming to make the count. …1 …2
Dave raises back up as Chris Phenomenal keeps the head scissors locked in, the slowed pace of the opening continuing.
McNally: Senator must’ve gotten through to Chris Phenomenal. Settling to let Dave out of the half kimura to try and get the cheap pin is very un-Phenomenal like.
Edison: It’s a championship match, the goal is to win the championship and Chris Phenomenal understands that. He’s willing to wait another day to settle his grudge with Dave Shadow if it means walking out with the International Title.
Apprarently not so as Chris re grapples the arm of Dave Shadow slapping the kimura back on but this time letting him slip out of the head scissors in order to get his entire weight into the Kimura, propping Dave Shadow up from the side. Dave grabs his shoulder in pain as again Flemming is in position to break the hold should Shadow submit but again that is not the case as Dave pushes up with his one free hand and then lunges for the ring ropes and is able to grab hold, RAF jumping in trying to break the hold but Chris won’t. RAF threatens him with disqualification and on the four Chris finally lets go of the hold and as he gets up gets a stern warning from RAF. In order to deliver that however RAF turns his attention away from Shadow and more importantly Senator who takes his cane and slams it across the hand of Dave Shadow before backing away as Chris pulls Dave to his feet, RAF oblivious to what has just occurred.
McNally: Senator delivering his own corporal punishment. Reminds me of my experiences after a school yard rumble.
Edison: It wouldn’t surprise me if Senator received a few canings in his day either, you don’t become a politician and a fighter without butting heads with authority.
Chris looks to whip Dave across the ring but stops his momentum, spinning Dave around and firing him out of the ring between the second and third rope, Shadow crashing right in front of Senator who backs away, arm raised towards RAF as Chris Phenomenal smiles as Shadow looks up at him before getting up to his feet, the count at five and reaching seven before Dave steps between the ring ropes, a still smiling Phenomenal backing away from the ropes despite the protestations of Senator, allowing Shadow to get in the ring. The two men circle again and once again engage collar and elbow but this time Shadow fakes sneaking around Chris Phenomenal who goes to deny the opening but leaves himself vulnerable to a high kick from Dave Shadow who then takes further advantage by planting Chris onto his back with a Russian Leg Sweep and then capping it with a Standing Senton and a cover on the shell-shocked Chris Phenomenal. …1 …2
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