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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:30:03 GMT -5
??: LET HER GO, FREEMAN. NOW.
The illumination in the parking lot suddenly increases. Security seems to come from all corners, surrounding Freeman and Alicia. From amongst their numbers, Chairman Gingerdude appears, and he is barely able to contain his rage.
Ginger: If you don’t release my interviewer immediately, Freeman-
Interviewer?
Freeman works it out before he actually looks at the woman he’s holding. Charlotte King is indeed shaking a little with fear – but friendship can generate great courage, and with the cavalry now in attendance she finds the strength to free herself. She hurries quickly over to Ginger’s side, and Ginger breathes an audible sigh of relief.
Ginger: Are you all right?
Charlotte: Never better, thankyou.
Ginger nods, and turns his attention back to Freeman. This time, Freeman’s ability to predict has backfired spectacularly, and now he’s going to pay the price...
Ginger: You just don’t know when to let things lie, do you Freeman?
The chairman folds his arms and shakes his head. Freeman stares at him, his face giving nothing away.
Ginger: I didn’t hold out a great deal of hope, but I was prepared to give you one chance, to see if Latino could either beat some sense into you, or you could expel this rabid attitude with some good old-fashioned physical release. Clearly, you’re still totally out of control. And now I’ve witnessed you attacking one of my own employees-
He gestures toward Charlotte, who looks shaken but also satisfied to have played a key role in trapping Freeman. Freeman shoots her a fleeting poisoned glance.
Ginger: - I have all the justification I need to terminate your contract. You’re done, Freeman. Security, take-
??: Would you mind holding that thought for just a moment, Jonathan?
Freeman’s muscles tighten at that voice. His hunch was correct, after all.
Alicia Laureano walks through the ranks of guards. She looks to her husband, and a world of meaning passes between them in just a second. Then she turns her attention to Ginger.
Alicia: If you’re set on firing Mr. Freeman, that is entirely your prerogative. But I do think that to do so would hardly constitute a proportionate response given what half the roster gets away with, these days.
Ginger looks extremely surprised. Is he hearing this correctly? Is Alicia actually offering a defence of her tormentor?
Alicia: Let’s consider the top people in this company with an embarrassment of riches. People like BK London, Yoko Satoshi, Thunderkiss, maybe even Jake Steele. They’ve all pushed the envelope of tolerance until it’s a twisted and unrecognisable thing. That’s what comes of having truly exceptional ambition and drive.
She casts an eye over Freeman, who is still tense, but perhaps as surprised as Ginger is at this turn of events, though of course he gives nothing away.
Alicia: I could never be consistently ruthless and single-minded enough to stand in that sort of illustrious company. I’ve always been proud of what I’ve achieved, but I made a conscious decision long ago that I would accept a position in the “second tier” of champions, if you will. That was my choice. It is enough for me to have my name on the list of ACW World Title holders, and to hold precious memories of making people gasp, or laugh, or cheer. My name will disappear from the tongues of afficianados long before people tire of speaking of the true legends; a trade off I was more than willing to make to be able to keep peace with myself internally.
She looks back to Ginger again.
I’ve seen what ACW does to people; the competition is so fierce that baggage such as morals has to be discarded if you want to get to the very top. A lot of people struggle with that decision, or try to persuade themselves that they can have their cake and eat it. But they can’t. Not one person has ever beaten the system, your system, Jonathan. I think that Freeman here understands that more clearly than a lot of people.
Ginger frowns.
Ginger: ..................all right, I’m a big enough man to admit you have a point. But that doesn’t change the fact that Freeman is evidently still dead-set on confronting you. Whether I fire him or not, this vicious circle seems set to continue.
Alicia: I don’t think I could have put it better myself. That’s right, isn’t it Freeman? Or have we all paraded out here to stand in the cold for no reason?
Freeman: That's right. He can fire me if he wishes, AK, but that is not going to stop me. I will get my hands on you. Don't think that just because I've been thwarted now I am finished. I won't forget what you did to me.
Alicia listens calmly, and nods.
Alicia: That’s what I thought. All right, then.
She walks around and stands less than two feet from Freeman. The guards are ready to pounce, as is Latino, who is now sufficiently recovered to wade in if necessary, and is staring daggers at Freeman.
Alicia: In a moment, Jason, I’m going to make you an offer, one which I believe you may be extremely tempted by. But first, if you’ll humour me, I want to tell you a brief tale.
She pushes her hair back, stretching.
Alicia: Jason... it’s a good name. Quite an old one, too. Lots of people think of the hero Jason, and the Argonauts and all that. I have a bit of a soft spot for myths and legends myself. You remind me of another young Greek man from the old stories. His name was Phaethon. Ever heard of him?
Freeman keeps staring at her, in a somewhat unnerving fashion.
Alicia: I didn’t think so. Phaethon was a very athletic, handsome young man. And that wasn’t all; he was actually the son of a God. Not just any God, mind; his father was Phoebus, also known as Helios. In other words, the Sun. Phaethon was indeed accomplished and much admired among men, but it was not enough for him. He became obsessed with what he perceived as his right, to be honoured above all others, like a deity himself. So Phaethon set out on a journey; he travelled as you have travelled, to the far eastern end of the world, and there entered the palace of the Sun God.
Alicia spreads her arms wide, as if to conjure a magnificent abode. The historic city, with all its echoes of former glory, amplifies the idea nicely.
Alicia: Phaethon stood before his father, and asked him for a sign, an acknowledgement of his high birth. Phoebus had great love for his son, and so declared that he would grant him whatever he wished, so long as it was within his power to do so. Without another thought, Phaethon revealed his desire; to drive the chariot of the Sun for a day, so that he could prove himself to be worthy of the same adulation. The entire court was stunned, and Phoebus himself trembled; for no one, not even the almighty Zeus, had ever dared to try such a thing.
She looks back at Freeman, her expression grim.
Alicia: Phoebus cursed his own words; he wept hot tears as he tried to explain to Phaethon that what he was asking for could only bring him suffering. The horses of the Sun were strong and wild; the route passed through the territory of terrifying beasts, such as the Lion and the Scorpion, seen from earth only as stars. But Phaethon grew angry; he believed that his father’s words were false, and that he was trying to prevent him from attaining his rightful status. Nothing Phoebus could say would dissuade Phaethon, the young man went on and on and ON until frankly everyone was being driven up the classical stucco walls, and eventually, Phoebus realised that his son’s course could not be altered. Unable to withdraw his previous vow, he led Phaethon to the chariot, and placed the crown of the Sun’s rays upon his head.
The wind blows colder, adding a fresh chill to the evening. Alicia sighs, living the emotions of her story.
Alicia: And so Phaethon proudly drove the chariot into the sky; at first, it was everything he has dreamed of. The people of the world below, and the gods of the sky above, looked upon him and his pride knew no bounds. But quickly his strength began to fail, and as he rose higher and higher, fear began to creep into him. The horses, lacking the strong hand of Phoebus to keep them in line, deviated from their normal course and ran unchecked through the heavens. Phaethon clung to the chariot, but could not control it; and as the sun’s heat beat upon the earth, far closer than was safe, fires sprang up across the world. The entirely of creation began to burn. In desperation, the people called upon the Gods to save them, and the father of them all, Zeus, was forced to act. Even the sky was now aflame and there were no clouds for him to use to douse the fires, so he drew forth his own forked flame, a shining thunderbolt, and hurled it at the chariot. It shattered, causing the horses to spring apart from their yokes, and sending Phaethon plummeting toward the earth. Phaethon fell, with fire raging through his hair and turning his skin to ash...
Alicia pauses. Freeman’s expression remains impassive.
Alicia: The moral of that little tale is a very old, but very true one, Freeman. You’ve spent weeks demanding that I acknowledge you, that I dance to your tune. But you are asking to ride the Sun, Jason, and like Phaethon you may find that it’s not at all what you think you’re going to get. I don’t expect for a minute that I will change your mind, but I want you to make your choice from a position of fuller knowledge. So listen, one last time.
Freeman smirks.
Freeman: Oh, go right ahead. I'm feeling generous. I'm endured your childish fairytales thus far. You might as well finish.
Alicia: I’ll make this brief. I told you before, Freeman, that I’m not one of the illustrious few whose ranks you wish to join. But there have been times when my motivation has been such that I’ve managed to pull off a result or two to upset the form book. I’ve achieved wins over most of the great, the good, the bad and the ugly; I’ve made the Senator tap out; and I beat the Lord of Hardcore in his own speciality match. With absolute respect to my fellow wrestlers, on my day there is nothing I cannot, or will not do.
She turns, and fixes Freeman with an icy gaze.
Alicia And if you doubt me, Freeman, if you think I’m too old, or afraid, or intimidated, just bear in mind that you’ve personally given me a motivator which is far stronger than anything I’ve previously felt. You destroyed my home. You put my children in mortal danger. I consider you a threat to my family. That is a very, VERY dangerous situation for anyone to be in. The last time someone failed to respect my boundaries, he ended up sorer, wiser, and missing an eye for his trouble. You are lining yourself up for something much worse. So with that said...
She takes a deep breath.
Alicia: Ask me for your shot at fame, Jason Freeman. I shall not refuse you. Ask me now, and you may choose any match stipulation your blackened heart desires. Demand your vengeance, threaten to do all sorts of terrible things – I really don’t give a toss. Make your request, and if the Chairman agrees to it, we shall meet to settle this. Otherwise, do one smart thing in your life, and take your undoubted talents back where they belong. It’s your choice to make.
It is extremely quiet. Freeman seems to consider for a moment; but his mind has been set since Fallen Heroes. It’s all he can do to contain his glee.
Freeman: Well, then. Atomic Kitsune, I heareby challenge you one-on-one - to a match.
Alicia: Well, that was more eloquent than I was expecting. I accept your challenge. Mr. Chairman, I propose the venue and date to be Omega Effect V, if Mr. Freeman here has no objections.
Freeman: None at all.
Ginger sighs.
Ginger: Done. Freeman, I’ve had as much of you as I can tolerate tonight. Get your things and leave.
Freeman: I'm pleased that we were able to settle this matter in such a cordial fashion. Now I must be going. Good day to you all.
He walks off casually, as if the small gathering had merely exchanged pleasantries. Everyone visibly relaxes; Ginger dismisses the guards. Alicia and Victor are finally able to check up on one another, and they embrace briefly.
Latino: I hope you know what you’re doing, Mami. I really don’t like this at all.
Charlotte: Me neither. There’s something more to this, Ali, something he isn’t letting on. Don’t take Freeman at face value.
Ginger: I second that. If it weren’t for the fact that I’d rather have this happen in an environment where I can at least exert some control, I’d veto this whole arrangement.
Alicia nods, wearily. It’s clear that she’s put everything into her performance tonight, and she’ll need to multiply that by a factor of 100 to stand a chance of defeating Freeman.
Alicia: You’re all right... I wish there was another way. But this isn’t going to stop until I face Freeman down. Heaven help us both...
She winces slightly. A very astute person might have noticed her signet ring glow for a fraction of a second.
Alicia (under her breath): That was a figure of speech and you know it.
Ginger: Pardon?
Alicia blushes for a second.
Alicia: Nothing. We’ll take your leave, Ginger, Charlie... thank you both for everything. Darling, let’s get out of here.
Alicia and Charlotte hug, before she and Ginger head back inside to finish their PPV duties. Alicia and Victor get into their rented car and head off without looking back. Stormy times lie ahead...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:32:01 GMT -5
Match 10: Thunderkiss Vs. Aiden "Fakden" Joseph (Credit: TK) ..::SPRING INTO HELL::.. THUNDERKISS VS. AIDEN JOSEPH ..::2009::..
Time limit: 30 Minutes Referee: Jonny Rich
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Thunderkiss Age: 31 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California
Aiden “Fakden” Joseph Age: ? Height: ? Weight: ? Hometown: ? The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.
“Flashing Lights (Rock Remix)” by Tee hits the sound system and out comes Aiden Joseph. Dressed head to toe in one of TK’s old outfits from his Aj days, he does not disappoint those who wanted to see the master of mind games. As much as his appearance rekindles memories of a year ago, there is some added flair to his wardrobe including his razor talons which rest firmly upon his right hand and the steel mask that adorns his face. TK eyes them all the way to the ring for he knows full well that this man cares not an idoa for winning this match but instead is on a mission to see those very talons impaled inside his body. Referee Jonny Rich, (working his first ACW match, by the way) sees to it that both mask and razors are kept outside the ring and only Aiden’s body is admitted to the ring. The instant that it is, Rich calls for the bell. There will be no needs for any warm ups or pre-match pep talk tonight. ~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ Thunderkiss stands across his mirror image and cannot stomach what he sees. It is a reminder of his past mistakes, his trespasses against others that set his career back by almost a year. It is also a reminder of all the pain and humiliation he has suffered over the past month. Many a time he has tried to right the wrongs but this man, this imposter, has always been two steps ahead of him. With rubber ropes surrounding them at all sides, there is no place for him to hide tonight. Like a rampaging bull he charges, lowering his shoulder hoping to hit bulls eye. In an amazing display of agility, Aiden leaps straight into the air and over Thunderkiss, who smashes his shoulder into the nearby corner. The impact causes him to fall back straight into an Inverted DDT by Aiden, who lands his first wrestling move of the night. Many in the crowd and elsewhere questioned his wrestling ability. Thus far he has proven them wrong but there is a lot of match left. To further their pessimism he slaps on a chin lock that grounds the Worldbreaker, albeit temporarily. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, it looks like this Fakden can wrestle after all. Maxwell McNally: I’d hardly call one inverted DDT and a chin lock wrestling, Maxwell. All it takes is one memory of this mystery man’s actions to drive Thunderkiss upwards to his feet. Try as he might, Aiden cannot keep him grounded and he soon rides his back piggyback style. Around the ring Thunderkiss runs until he finds the perfect spot to remove this parasite from his body: the corner. Back first he falls in, smashing his body weight against the imposter. All it takes is one time for his hands to break and for his body to slide onto the mat. There, Thunderkiss put a series of boots into his chest the likes of which have never been seen. After five or so shots, his chest breaks open and blood pours from these wounds. With the smell of blood in the air Thunderkiss’ nature becomes more animalistic. He reaches down and grabs Aiden by his neck and yanks him to his feet. There, he makes like Steve Phillips and chops away into his already bloodied chest tearing open even more wounds. Every ounce of Fakden’s displeasure only fuels him further and he craves for something bigger, something that will deliver more of a bang. His fingers ball up and all focus is placed upon his arm. Time for the wind up and now the pitch - Maxwell McNally: Aiden just pulled the trigger on TK’s LOVE GUN! “Fast” Eddie Edison: They should never try to go with his GIGATON PUNCH! Aiden’s head almost comes right off his shoulders and he realizes that if he is to survive, he has gotta get out of this corner. Desperation sets in as he does a Pele’ that comes off so fast TK doesn’t even see it coming. He drops to a knee and Aiden rolls out of the ring for a moment to clear his head. With both hands on his hips, he lowers his head and takes in a couple of deep breaths, but that’s all he is going to get. From the inside, a fully recovered Thunderkiss reaches down and grabs him by his ears and pulls him back into the ring. Catapulting him over the top rope with a slingshot, Thunderkiss rumbles towards his fallen opponent but gets a massive boot in the face for his troubles. If he is to stop falling victim to these surprise attacks, Thunderkiss must wrestle more smartly instead of going on his emotions. One leg sweep later Thunderkiss falls to the mat and Aiden capitalizes. He kips up and heads to the top rope where he is going to gamble and put all his money on a high risk maneuver. The second TK hits his feet, Aiden leaps off and plants both feet directly into his face! Thunderkiss staggers backwards and lands on his back, an open target if there every was one. Aiden combos with a running knee drop and then sticks two of his fingers directly into TK’s neck! Maxwell McNally: What on Earth is he doing? “Fast” Eddie Edison: You got me, but it’s doing the trick whatever it is! Aiden’s nerve pinch is sending TK’s body into tizzy. TK struggles to break free but weakness is overcoming him. He closes his eyes and thinks of Anna, his son, and gets all the power he needs to break the chains that bide him. Upwards he explodes with incredible energy and the imposter cannot believe his eyes. Frustration quickly turns into anger and he makes for his “pet” now resting on the time keeper’s table. Thunderkiss reads his mind and quickly cuts him off. Aiden kicks at TK and TK counters it by catching his foot midair. Or did he? Hoping TK would do exactly that, he is able to launch off with the perfect Insiguri. Thunderkiss has taken one too many shots to the head tonight and they are finally catching up to him. He drops to the mat like a ton of bricks leaving Aiden alone in his temptations. Leaping over the top rope and landing onto the floor, he makes a quick dash to retrieve what is his, the razor glove. Maxwell McNally: How was that weapon allowed at ringside?! Does he not know this is a wrestling match?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Knowing is not equal to caring, partner! Much to the dismay of referee Jonny Rich, he slaps it on his hand and revels in it’s power. The way it sparkles in the overhead lighting tickles his wickedness. Its thirst for blood matches his own and together they take off to quench their thirst. Referee Rich feels absolutely helpless as he watches Fakden scurry into the ring with a lethal weapon tied onto his right hand. He was told tonight by Thunderkiss to not stop the match no matter what and he will not disobey a direct order. He will, however, act on another. Rich oversteps his duties as a referee and reaches underneath the ring to retrieve a long lost item, one of great significance for Thunderkiss. The camera lenses zoom in and we see a long steel chain being pulled out from the darkness, a spiked ball attached to its end. It’s Gene, TK’s flail which hasn’t been seen since his legendary match against Yoko Satoshi at Omega Effect 4, has returned and a reunion is in order. Maxwell McNally: It would appear that referee Rich did not read the handbook before accepting his position with the company. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, he did, Maxy! Only his was directly scribed by the Chairman and his family! Rich manages to throw the flail into TK’s hands just seconds before Aiden strikes the fatal blow. Thunderkiss lashes it forward the instant it resides in his hands and the metal ball careens against the razor prongs of his opponent. It is a battle inside a battle, and in the end the weight and velocity of TK’s weapon wins out. Aiden’s talons free themselves from his wrist and go flying out of the ring where they land in a spot far away from their master’s clutches. Mouth a gape, Aiden looks at TK in disbelief. He was just seconds from completing his mission and now it is he who stands at death’s door. The flail begins to spin a perfect circle of death above him and his eyes lower themselves for a second to hear what perhaps is his death knell. Thunderkiss: They just don’t make them like they used to, eh?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:32:17 GMT -5
Thunderkiss pulls down and the spiked ball goes directly into Aiden’s chest. Going in was killer, going out will be a bitch. TK yanks up on the chain pulling the ball and several chunks of skin free from Aiden’s chest. The imposter falls to the mat where he thrives around in great pain. As much as TK would love to have aimed for his head, there is still too much to be learned from this man and dead men have no tales to tell. Thunderkiss then holds up Gene and thanks him for a job well done before discarding him over the top rope. All it takes is one glance to see that the copycat has been defeated, but TK is not done with him yet. Not by a long shot. He cracks his knuckles and prepares to unload frustration that has been pent up for months. TK takes a knee and then his other. He rolls Aiden to his back and then makes a fist. The KICKSTART MY HEART that follows almost drives Aiden through the ring, the second one cracks a few ribs. The onslaught is halted for a few seconds for TK to admire his handy work. For so long he waited for a sight such as this. Maxwell McNally: Jonny Rich has got to start thinking about stopping this thing. Joseph or whomever that is may be a deserving son of a bitch, but the human body can only withstand so much. “Fast” Eddie Edison: Yeah, well something tells me that referee Rich isn’t too concerned about Fakden’s safety. Call it a hunch, Max. Thunderkiss then yanks Aiden to his feet, a daunting task considering he barely has energy to stand. Thunderkiss then nails him with a BOX OFFICE SMASH that causes him to fall forward into his Scoop Slam! Now that he’s on his back, the Thunder’s Kiss comes next! Thunderkiss shows off his massive python while screaming - Thunderkiss: THIS IS THE THUNDER!Kiss Army: AND THIS IS THE KISS! WHAM! His elbow makes a mess out of an already messed up upper trunk. The end is near. It’s now time for Fakden to take a ride many have gone on but few have gotten off. With relative ease TK hoists him above his head. In the Gorilla Press Slam he hangs in the heavens and now it’s time to be sent straight to hell. TK drops him and Aiden lands on the canvas, his body jerking in convolutions. Thunderkiss places a foot upon his down foe and Johnny Rich goes into action. ONE!
TWO!!
T ... PULL OUT!!! The fans cannot believe it as TK purposely takes his foot off his downed opponent but they approve as they realize this can only mean more blood, more carnage. Thunderkiss believes there is only one ending fitting for this story to end and he cocks his arm in the air to show the resolution. The roaring from the crowd only confirms that he made the right move. Knowing full well that Aiden has not anything left in him to stand, he props him up against the ropes where he hangs like a scarecrow. In almost slow motion like fashion, the Worldbreaker hits the opposite ropes then takes off running toward his copycat! His arm collides against his neck and lower face in epic like fashion. There is only one thing left to do and with another foot on the chest, the exclamation point is tacked on. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! SPRING INTO HELL WINNER: THUNDERKISS! Aiden Joseph has finally gone goodnight. Thunderkiss stands with his hand raised but truly knows he has not won anything worth value. He has to uncover the mysteries surrounding this man and his actions. As Aiden lay unconscious, TK knows that they will not be solved at the moment, however, they WILL be solved. He’ll see to that. Taking his imposter and throwing him around his shoulder, Thunderkiss carries him to the back where he will find a nice interrogation room that will serve as the perfect backdrop for round two. Nancy Pelosi be dammed, water boarding will have nothing on what the Worldbreaker is about to do. Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:32:50 GMT -5
“CONSPIRACY THEORY” Credit: Thunderkiss [“Aiden Joseph” did not heed Danny Mainer’s advice. If he had, he would have abandoned this charade weeks ago and called it a day, taking with him the satisfaction of knowing he pushed Thunderkiss farther than anyone else ever has. Instead, his misdeeds have finally caught up to him and the consequences shall be dire. Bound like a wild animal he is carried upwards to the very peak of the arena far away from the prying eyes of the camera. Their distractions are not needed, not tonight. The pale moon overhead serves as the perfect backdrop as his shackled hands are hoisted up on a nearby satellite where he hangs like a piece of meat ready to be butchered. Below, Thunderkiss licks his lips and begins warming up his cleaver. It’s going to be a long night and it will very much need to be in prime working order.] Thunderkiss *cracking knuckles*: We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice, crackerjack.Aiden Joseph: Fuck you. ~!~SPIT~!~ [Fakden spits his answer all over TK’s face. In an eerily calm manner, TK’s hand makes like a windshield wiper and cleans the imposter’s latest humiliation from his face. Now that the calm has passed, it’s time for the storm. With no reserve, Thunderkiss reaches out with his hand and clutches his fingers around Fakden’s neck live a vice.] Aiden Joseph: *GaK* Thunderkiss: If that’s how you want to play it, so be it. I’ve got all night, pal. I’m going to break a bone for every person you’ve hurt and I’m going to take my time doing so. And trust me, “Aiden,” that’s a LOT of bones. [Whomever this man is, in his past he has been trained to read faces. Thunderkiss’ does not lie. However, his ability to read body language is not needed for the stress placed upon his right humerus is all the evidence he needs to convince him of truth.] Aiden Joseph: Alright! ALRIGHT! Enough! I will tell you.... [Thunderkiss relaxes his fingers so air can fill copycat’s lungs, but not enough for him to break free from his grip.] Aiden Joseph: My name is ... *Gurgh* .... Dietrich Zane.Thunderkiss: Dietrich Zane? That mean’s absolutely nothing to me. So tell me, why would Dietrich Zane want to cause me so much grief?Dietrich Zane: I’m a merc, man. Your life means absolutely shit to me, not as long as there is a price tag attached to it. Thunderkiss: So that’s what this was all about? Money? Somebody sure must have deep pockets to make me a job, considering you must have known I would have paid you even more to turn on them.Dietrich Zane: You can’t put a price on some things, namely, power. Thunderkiss: Who in this God forsaken business could possibly offer you something more that a big payday? Dietrich Zane: Wouldn’t you like to know? Thunderkiss: Redundant question, redundant response.[Thunderkiss bears down with his digits once more. Zane’s eyes begin to bulge from their sockets causing him to cry uncle once more.] Dietrich Zane: FI - *GURGH* F-FINE! Thunderkiss: This is the last time I stop. Understand? Dietrich Zane: It was Phillips! Thunderkiss: ~Hwuh?Dietrich Zane: Steve Phillips. [Everything in Thunderkiss’ world stops. His heart. His breath. Even his thought process. Upon seeing his captor’s astonishment, Dietrich seizes the moment to his advantage. Feet into TK’s chest, he is able to free himself from his clutches. The second his feet land on the ground he takes off running like a bat out of hell. Too bad for him that hell wants him back.] Grindhouse: Run rabbit, run!Dietrich Zane: Stay away from me you crazy bitch! Grindhouse: Aww, but I thought you lubbed little ol’ me! Here, I think you lost this.~!~SNIKT~!~ Dietrich Zane: AAAAAAAAARGHHHHHH!![His “pet” comes back to bite the hand that feeds. The three razor prongs that have infamously adorned his right hand were left abandoned at ringside and it’s Anna’s intentions to see that they are reunited with their owner - straight through his leg. Reeling in pain, Zane clutches his impaled appendage to keep himself from bleeding out. His howls of dismay sing sweetly to her ears causing her to thrash about in an orgasmic like trance.] Grindhouse *pointing down*: This one. He’s got a boo-boo. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!Thunderkiss: Well hot damn! That’s going to leave a mark.Grindhouse: Now you see why I never trust a politician.Thunderkiss: So you heard?Grindhouse: Every word. Whadda’ going to do, sugah? Thunderkiss: Well, I think it’s high time for Lincoln to step aside and make room for another martyred grandstander from Illinois.Grindhouse: I love it when you talk like that.Thunderkiss: So do I. Now fasten your seatbelt woman, this is going to get rough![FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:33:23 GMT -5
"Rewards" By Dave Shadow and ? ? ? ? As we cut backstage again, the cameraman finds himself in the coridoor outside the ACW medical facilities. As the door opens, Dave Shadow comes stumbling out of the room, his face badly bruised and his nose badly misshapen. But nothing can take the smile of his face right now. As his doctors follow him outside, Dave falls against a wall. He’s shouting, trying to make sure everyone knows how he’s feeling. It would appear as if he is somewhat punch drunk, slurring his words, all those blows to the head having affected him alot.
Dave: Yeah baby! Dan never stood a chance against me, did he? You’re dealing with the ACW Legend in the making. Dan is only the first. Yeah!The ACW medical staff all come pouring out of the room after him and try to pull him back.
Doctor: David, you’re badly hurt! You need to get back into bed right now! Dave: Get away from me, I don’t know where you’ve been. I’ve got to find someone to go celebrate with. Gingerdude!Indeed, Dave spots his boss at the end of the hallway. Gingerdude is giving an interview to some journalists, but when Dave calls out his name, Gingerdude tells them to go away. He makes his way down the hall towards Dave, as Dave shrugs off the doctors. As they go to grab him again, Gingerdude lifts a hand. The doctors stand back, allowing Dave to go. They reluctantly shake their heads and move back into the room.
Gingerdude is all smiles as he grabs Dave by the shoulders. The two hug in celebration. As they pull back, Gingerdude continues to hold Dave by the shoulders, as much to make sure he doesn’t fall over as to continue the celebratory embrace.
Gingerdude: Dave. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Dave: Yeah. See, me and you boss...... And Thunderkiss....me and you and Thunderkiss boss.....the three of us are UNSTOPPABLE! We can take over this company. Gingerdude: I’m glad you feel that way. Listen, Dave, I wanted to reward you for that effort out there tonight. I wanted to give you a title match. A title match....at Omega Effect! Dave: A title match! Me and Jake Steele. Awesome.Gingerdude: No, Dave, not Steele.... Dave: ....or right, Mach! Did he win then? Did I miss that match. Congrats Mach.Gingerdude: No, Dave. Not a shot at the world title. Dave: Oh. Gingerdude: I want you to go one on one with the International Champion at Omega Effect. You get this title shot. And then, when you win the International title, and Thunderkiss wins the world title, then it’s only a matter of time until everyone realises who is really in control around here. Good luck Dave. And once again. Congratulations. Gingerdude gives Dave a pat on the shoulder, nearly causing Dave to lose his balance. The wall stops him from falling over though, as Gingerdude walks past him, heading on down the coridoor. Dave nods, his smile getting bigger by the second. He starts strutting down the hallway.
As he passes by some ACW staff, Dave feels compelled to let everyone and anyone who passes him know about the good news. He tells two girls who walk past him, hugging the opposite wall and trying to stay as far away as possible.
Dave: Hey ladies. Like to spend some time with the next International Champ?They keep walking as Dave continues moving. Finally, Dave opens a door and walks into the ACW canteen area.
Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, the next International Champion is here!He moves over towards a special buffet which has been organised for the pay per view, and starts pacing up and down it, examining all the food. He sneers at the salad and all the vegetables before jumping straight down to the end of the table. He spots something he likes the look of. The last chocolate éclair.
Dave picks it up and takes a massive bite, devouring half of it in one go. And with that bite, he immediately sobers up. Because as he takes the bite, a massive shadow engulfs him from behind and covers the table in front of him as well. His head and brain kick back into action, as he asks himself a question.
Who is the International Champion? Dave: Oh. Dear. God.Dave turns round and tries to run, but simply bumps into the massive chest. He looks up at the man who stands over a foot taller then him and who is quite literally twice the weight of him. Thunder Train.Thunder Train: That was the last éclair Dave. I wanted that. Do you know what happens when I don't get what I want? ESPECIALLY WHEN IT INVOLVES FOOD?Dave: Train. Hey buddy. I....um....I....Thunder Train: And whats all this I hear about you saying you’re the next International Champion? Do you know who I am? I'm Da Thunder Trayun. You need to stop talking crazy.Dave: Ha, that....well....see.....Gingerdude.Gingerdude refuses to back off, his massive pec muscles right up against Dave’s nose. Dave is sweating profusely.
Dave: For beating White, Gingerdude has booked the two of us in a match for Omega Effect.Thunder Train: Is that so? Well Candyman...I’m going to eat you alive! OM NOM NOM!Train turns and leaves, laughing his head off. Dave slumps back against the food table. His eyes wide open as he comes to a realisation of what Gingerdude has just asked him to do. Who he has just asked him to fight.
Dave: Dear sweet Jesus.[Fade] Other Credit = Train
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:34:01 GMT -5
The show's feed begins to break up into nothing but static. For a few moments no one can see a thing until a few images begin to break through. As the images become clearer, it's seen to be an empty arena. The camera shifts to the right. Nothing. The camera shifts to the left. Nothing. The camera turns around and it spots a stage. As it closes in, a really big hole can be seen. Closer and closer, soon you can see a couple of people standing across from each other. Closer and closer, everyone soon discovers that this is a match already in progress. Torak, holding his left arm and breathing heavily, looks at Rattlesnake leaning against the turnbuckle and favoring his right knee.
Empty Arena Snakepit Match - In Progress
Torak vs Rattlesnake - (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Torak charges at Rattlesnake and rams his shoulder into Rattlesnake's stomach. Torak punches Rattlesnake with his fist. He punches Snake again and again and again. Rattlesnake, dazed by the punches, slumps to the canvas. Torak picks Snake up and whips him into the ropes. As Snake bounces off, Torak goes to clothesline him, but Snake ducks and with his clever ring sense, manages to hit the canvas and slide right out of the ring. He runs right for the ladder and starts to climb. Torak leaves the ring and chases after Rattlesnake. As Snake is halfway up the ladder, Torak grabs him and pulls him off. Snake hits the ground quite hard. Torak picks Rattlesnake up and hoists him up and just pauses. Snake sees the world upside down. A second later he's seeing the arena lights as Torak finishes a hanging suplex. Torak starts to walk over to the ladder.
Rattlesnake: What's the matter? Can't finish the job...you pussy.
Torak stops. He turns around and looks at Snake. Shaking his head, he forcefully walks back over to Rattlesnake. Torak picks Snake up only to be pulled into a single arm DDT. Snake gets to his feet and grabs a chair from under the ring. Snake stalks Torak from behind, waiting for him to get up. Torak reaches his feet and stumbles. The DDT slightly scrambled his brains. But that was nothing compared to the chairshot he receives from Snake as he turns around. A sickening thud echoes the empty arena for a few seconds. Torak hits the floor faster than a Thai hooker. Snake looks at the chair and sees a dent so large in it. The impact almost put Torak's head through the chair. Snake tosses the chair down and grabs Torak. He rolls him inside the ring and finds his Snakequalizer on the ground. Picking that up, Snake slides into the ring. Snake uses the Snakequalizer and nails Torak in the stomach with it. He hits him again and drops the weapon. Snake kneels down to Torak.
Rattlesnake: You just had to try and start something you couldn't finish. But don't worry, I'll finish it for you. It's the least I could do.
Rattlesnake picks Torak up and whips him into the ropes. As Torak bounces off, Snake goes to hit a yakuza kick, but Torak ducks and manages to put the brakes on right behind Rattlesnake. As Snake turns around, he's met with a one-handed scoop slam. Torak picks Snake up only to put him back down with a Biel throw. Torak looks off to the side where the Snakequalizer lies. He walks over and grabs it. Snake stirs and gets to his feet. Unaware of where Torak is, he turns around and meets the Snakequalizer to the stomach. Snake screams in pain, but he manages to wrap him arm around it. The barbed wire slowly cuts into Rattlesnake's arm. Snake takes his free hand and clobbers Torak on the side of his head. He punches Torak again and again and again until he finally releases his hold on the Snakequalizer. Snake grabs the end of it. His arm trickling with blood, he lifts the weapon over his head like an axe, prepared to smite Torak with one blow. Snake brings the Snakequalizer down, but Torak avoids the blow. Unfortunately for Snake, he's a little too close to the ropes. The Snakequalizer bounces off the top rope and nails Snake right between the eyes. The force of the impact literally knocks Snake off his feet. The barbed wire put a couple of cuts into his forehead and he starts to bleed. Torak picks Snake up and wants to end this. He drops him with a spinning MediEvil Driver '05. Torak leaves the ring and finds the closest ladder. He looks back at Rattlesnake and notices something. Snake is down, but his head it up looking at Torak and he's giving him the middle finger. This move angers Torak and it prompts him to return to the ring. Torak grabs Snake, but due to being weak, Snake slumps to the ground. Torak grabs him again, but the same thing happens. Torak tries it again, but Snake hits an obvious low blow. With Torak distracted by man pain for a moment, Rattlesnake hoists Torak up and snaps off the fastest recorded Snakebite known to man. Both men lie in the ring, exhausted. Snake's face is literally covered with his own blood. The canvas looks like a victim of kindergarten finger painting.
Ironically Snake is the first to move. He slowly pulls himself to the edge of the ring. Torak starts to get up. Snake pulls himself out of the ring. Torak staggers a bit, dazed from the Snakebite, and leans on the ropes for just a moment. Snake reaches a ladder and slowly begins his ascent. Torak leaves the ring and slowly makes his way to the same ladder and climbs the opposite side. Each man slowly climbs the ladder. The pain they both have endured starts to get to them as each rung is harder to reach than the one before. As they near the top of the ladder, Snake gets the idea to sacrifice himself and pushes against the wall with his leg. The ladder tips over and both men fall back into the ring. Snake slowly gets to his feet first.
Rattlesnake: You just don't have what it takes anymore. Tonight Torak is dead and buried.
Snake slowly walks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs it and stands, looking down at Torak. Snake gives Torak another middle finger and leaps off with his seldomly seen Venom Strike, a move that put Torak away in their very first meeting. But Torak wasn't going to become a victim of that move again. He lifts his knees up and Snake hits nothing but knee. Snake lands on his back and writhes in pain. Torak gets to his feet and picks Snake up. He's tired of all the trashtalk and just hits the MediEvil Driver Version 2. Snake hits the ground with such force. Torak leaves the ring and slowly walks over to a ladder. He glances back at Snake and sees that he hasn't moved. Torak slowly begins to climb. About halfway up, Torak stops. He looks down and sees that Snake managed to not only get up, but he's also grabbed Torak's leg. Torak tries to shake him loose, but Snake holds on. Snake manages to pull Torak's leg out from under him and Torak goes down, smacking his face against each rung he climbed. Snake staggers and grabs the steel chair from earlier. He kicks in the dent and places it underneath Torak's head. With Torak still down, Snake takes the time to pull one of the tables over near the ladder. As Torak begins to stir, Snake moves in and plants Torak's face on the chair with a leg drop. Snake rolls Torak off of the chair and spots a few drops of blood. Snake thinks he busted open Torak, but realizes it was his own blood. Snake tosses the chair away and starts to climb the side of the ladder where the table is. He's got one last plan to finish Torak off. He slowly climbs each rung. Torak shakes off the leg drop into the chair and notices that Snake is climbing. He gets up and starts to climb the other side. Torak catches up to Snake at the top. Snake grabs Torak's head and punches it. Torak grabs Snake's head and punches it. Snake, Torak, Snake, Torak, Snake, Torak, Snake, Snake, Torak, Torak, Torak, Snake, Sna-
WHAM!!!!!!
Just as Snake was about to hit Torak again, he's hit from behind with a steel chair. Torak grabs Snake's head and rams it on top of the ladder. With Snake dazed, Torak shoves Snake off the ladder and into the table placed at the foot of it. Torak steps on top of the ladder and climbs out of the Snakepit. The bell rings.
Philip: And here's your winner...Torak!
EMTs rush down into the ring to check on Snake. Torak looks around and whoever hit Snake with the chair is long gone. The feed transitions to static and is lost...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:35:02 GMT -5
”Hype Video” Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train Lightning crashes into a dark, decrepit forest illuminating the wet leaves and trees brilliantly for but a moment, sparkling with reflections. The single bolt roars through the sky, piercing the air and crashing into the middle of a ring of dense forest. Rain starts to drizzle and then pour in torrents ever so slowly rotting away the woods of the trees with its sheer power. To where the lightning strikes, a man, hooded by a black shroud walks towards from a clearing in the trees in a complete straight line. Upon reaching the crash site he drops to one knee and scoops u a load of burnt, nutrient soil in both hands before allowing it to slip through his fingers and rejoin the rest of the particles in the ground in unity. The pair of hands retreat to the sanctuary of the cloak and the sound of a gun being cocked can be heard audibly.RATATATATATATATATAT!!!! [/center] The cloak flies off of his back revealing Mainer Corleone in full Mafia Attire firing off a magazine of his Tommy Gun at the sky with a volume that would rival the lightning piercing the nights sky. The camera pans out of the forest and a second lightning strike hits Mainer exactly where he stands and the screen fades white. A slow daunting bassline plays over a flash footage of different clips showing Mainer and Train punching each other or doing moves. It then shows a clip of the Temple of Jason the Giant and both Mainer and Train looking up at it and sheer awe, then gorging on buffalo wings.Mainer Corleone: ”It started off like any other day… I woke up, I got a phone call saying “Hey Mainer, wanna be in a film? It’ll be totally big bucks, all you gotta’ do is find an amulet with Train and make a documentary about it.” And I was like, oh snap that’s awesome. So, me and Train went there and it seemed like it was going to be the easiest 50k I’ve ever made. It got difficult though, there was a plane crash where only the main characters survived and there was all kinds of traps in the Temple… it was a lot to cope with but we made it with the amulet… or at least Train did. Train betrayed me and the wrestling fans by leaving me to die with a busty hermaphrodite. Do you have any idea how gay that was? It was unbelievable…” A brief clip is shown of Mainer hitting the 702 on Thunder Train and him rocketing backwards stumbling as Mainer prepares for The Slingshot. Mainer soars through the air crushing Ginger’s nose with the Psycho Holiday to the shock of the fans.Mainer Corleone: ”A man approached me about the havoc Train was causing with the amulet, something had to be done. So, I struck a golden deal with the mob in that they’d give me all the supplies I need in exchange for taking Train’s amulet. It all seemed upwards from there, I’d recovered from my depression and I’d struck another deal with Ginger guaranteeing that I would beat Rawt that night… That’s when things got interesting. Ginger crossed me and so I cost him his title shot, he wasn’t happy about that so he made me face Train and now tonight, it’s amulet time.”The shot cuts to Train sitting in a dark room alone, the screen black and white as he talks to the camera directly.Thunder Train: It was a crazy month for me, a cat in a hat with a cheap ass car working for some crime syndicate in San Diego came up to me and said to deal with Mainer because he was going to come after me because I owned him completely in that temple! Well, you are fucking right I did! That "dildo" deserves to get his ass kicked. Now, Ginger wanted my title at Night of Champions so with a little help from the little man I abandoned in a temple I was able to win. I mean, it’s not that I didn’t need the help because I was pwning his ass everywhere but then Mainer’s thugs attacked me and then Mainer did that thing Rey Mysterio does, went right over my head and dropped Ginger and let me beat him. IS HE RETARDED? I mean, it seemed like a waste of effort really, I woulda’ beat the hell out of him anyway. I mean, how hard could it have been? He’s Ginger. All the ginger wrestlers suck. Especially Irish ones. Mmmm Lucky Charms..Mainer Corleone: ”So now tonight, I have to answer the Call of Duty and step inside that cage with Train to see who’s the UFC: Undisputed international champion. They call me The Godfather for a reason y’know? Because I follow the Assassins Creed Train will easily come crashing Earthbound. It’ll be like a Destruction Derby out there because tonight, there’s gonna’ be a Smackdown and to Train I usher the warning, Here Comes the Pain. When I’m done with Train in the steel cage he’s gonna’ need a Goldeneye after I explode his natural one because I am The King of the Iron Fist. It’s gonna’ be a slow, brutal Manhunt, almost like Mortal Kombat out there and Train will have to hope he can amount to be more then just some Street Fighter in order to stop me taking that title of his.”Thunder Train: It doesn’t matter to me if it’s Fight Night Round One, Two or Three, the victor will always be the same and that’s ME. Thunder Train! There will be a Dead Rising when I slaughter him in that cage, he’ll be Left 4 Dead when the EMT’s come and get him! In fact, it’s truly a Final Fantasy if he thinks he’s going to win. He’d best be Ready 2 Rumble because he may like to think of himself as the righter of wrongs but when it comes to that thing I AM Phoenix Wright. A Resistance is definite, but for Mainer IT IS the Fall of Man. It’s going to be sheer hell, it WILL be a whole new World of Warcraft, a TRUE Battle for Middle Earth II but with my stable-mates I truly am in the Company of Heroes. Bat Train promises to send that crazy white boy from Vegas back to Arkham Asylum because I HAVE Hearts of Iron and I CAN’T give up. I must give my life for the preservation of my Reich!- Shit, wait, what?-Cut back to Mainer again who looks disappointed that Train is saluting Hitler. It then cuts into a split screen with Mainer on the left, Train on the right in different rooms.Mainer Corleone: ”Train’s cage match tonight, he may be confident that he’s never lost one but I’m a Far Cry from the opponents he’s faced in the past. I am the Lord of the Ring and tonight is The Return of the King. To once again rule my Empire, it will be Total War and I’m planning intensively on sending Train to Hysteria Hospital for a long-ass stay.”Thunder Train: Tonight, the cage becomes the graveyard of Danny Mainer, he knew what he was getting into. He knew I was undefeated in cages, he’s gonna’ be going straight to Heaven and taking a nice long walk along Saint’s Row and that’s not just a threat, that’s a PROMISE!Mainer Corleone: ”Tonight, the cage becomes the graveyard of Thunder Train, he knew what he was getting into. He knew he shouldn’t have taken that amulet, he’s gonna’ be going straight to Hell and taking his Breakfast at Tiffany’s with him!”Danny smiles satisfied but Train pulls a WTF face. He turns to Mainer.Thunder Train: You fucking ruined it! GODDAMMIT...Mainer Corleone: ”Wait, what?!”Train jumps through the split screen and tackles Mainer out of his chair punching him repeatedly in the mouth as the screen fades to black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:35:43 GMT -5
Match 11: ACW International Title - Reverse Steel Cage Match Danny Mainer vs Thunder Train (Credit: Mainer and Train) MATCH: Danny Mainer VS Thunder Train International Championship/Amulet of Jason the Giant Credit: Danny Mainer/Thunder Train “Chicago” by Graeme Norgate hits and Mainer surprisingly enough heads out to the cage alone without his entourage. He slides into the ring and fires his machine gun for his fans as his music dies down. “Gourmet Race” hits and Thunder Train walks out proudly sporting his title and his amulet to the audience. He does a celebratory Shouryouken at ring side with fire effects and then he hands his belt to the time keeper before sliding into the ring. As Phillip Jones goes to announce the match, his microphone is stolen and the crowd mark out for Anthony Kalb and Kevin Fitsharris who steal his microphone. The two argue amongst themselves for the mic as security leave them to it. Mainer and Train stare at them. Kalb finally wins seizing the mic out of his hand. Anthony Kalb: “The following contest is a WASHINGTON RULES cage match and is scheduled for one fall! Should the champion leave the cage he will lose the match AND his title! The first person to pick up a pinfall, submission, knockout or ring out victory will be declared ACW International Champion! Introducin’ first, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at umm… like less then two hundred pounds I think. MAINER CORLEONE! And in the other corner, from The End of the Tracks weighing in at…. A LOT! The International Champ THUNDER TRAIN!” DINGDINGDING Train and Mainer stare each other down as the match begins. What started as a feud over a silly amulet has evolved into something much more brutal. The two approach the center of the ring and begin trash talking to each other. It’s unknown what they are saying but it doesn’t seem to be lowering the tension. Suddenly, Mainer slaps the face of Train. The crowd OOOHs as Train surprisingly stumbles back a bit. Train just rubs his cheek then goes back up to Mainer and punches him in the face. Mainer drops back and holds his arms up pleading to not be hit. Train picks him up and tosses him against the cage. Mainer falls in-between the ropes and the cage. Train charges back then runs at him and does the Pumpkin Smasher! (Knee to the dome) Normally it would be just a regular devastating move but Mainer’s head was right next to one of the support rods to the cage. As Train taunts to the crowd, Mainer’s head begins to gush blood in every direction. Train pulls him over to the center of the ring and pins him. McNally: Oh my God! I can’t believe Mainer is already busted open like that this early. Edison: This is a huge disadvantage for Mainer. He might pass out from not having any blood! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . *Kickout* Mainer gets a shoulder up and Train looks a bit surprised. The right side of the head of Mainer is pretty bloodied up now and his eyes look glazed over (mmm glaze). Train rolls off of him and just shakes his head. He picks up Mainer and Irish Whips him off the ropes and bends over to get ready for Mainer’s rebound. Mainer however, grabs the ropes and then walks up and kicks Train in the head. Train stands up and holds his nose, which bleeds a bit. Mainer then charges him and begins to beat the back of his head with clubby blows. Train goes to the nearest corner that he can and Mainer just keeps giving him blows to his head. Mainer even jumps off the ropes and does a Springboard Kick to the head of Train. Train falls over onto his stomach. Mainer right away goes back onto the attack to Train and begins to stomp on him multiple times. Mainer even pulls Train’s neck over to the bottom rope and sets it there. Mainer then jumps up and stomps onto the neck of Train. Edison: Shit! That broke Train’s neck! McNally: Goddamn, this match hasn’t even been going for that long and we already need medical help out here. Edison: Screw that! Let them fight! They need to settle this. Train grabs his neck and flops around the ring a bit kicking his feet down. The camera zooms into Mainer who gives a sick smile and a jizz in his pants look at what’s happened to Train. The referee rushes to Train and asks him if he wants to stop but Mainer pushes the referee away and goes to pin Train. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . TH*Kickout* Train flops his shoulder up and tries right away to get back up to a standing position. Mainer helps him up. Train leans against the ropes and Mainer gives him some knife edge chops. Train grabs his chest and to the surprise of everyone, Mainer is actually at a pretty big advantage right now. Mainer back Train up into a corner again and begins to do 10 punches on him. He gets up to 7 before Train throws him up in a sudden burst of strength. Mainer is now holding onto the cage and he turns around. He jumps to crossbody Train but Train catches him and powerslams him into the mat. McNally: Great counter by the Train, Mainer might be done here. Edison: Mainer landed pretty sick on that back. I’m not sure if he’s gonna be able to kick out of that. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THRE–*Kickout* Train slowly slides off of Mainer and rolls to the ropes. He pulls himself up and stretches his back a bit. Mainer sits up on his side, shaking his head a bit. Train goes over to him and picks him up by his hair. Mainer stays on his knees and turns around to Train. He pushes Train back into the referee and then low blows him. Train, bending over, receives a sick DDT into the mat. Train lands head first and stays on his head the flips over. Edison: As if it wasn’t broken before this, Train’s neck is done. McNally: I have to agree, Train is a tough cookie but there is only so much a man can take. Mainer goes over to the ref and picks him up, he drags him over to Train and then makes the cover. ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THREE!– *KICKOUT* Train just gets his shoulder up as Mainer stands up shaking his head he’s not sure what exactly he can do to Train to keep him down. Mainer picks up the big man and then Irish Whips him into the ropes. Train runs back and Mainer delivers a bit dropkick. Train however, gets right back up, Mainer meets him with another dropkick. Edison: Damn! Train is taking those dropkicks like crazy McNally: I think Train may be getting a second wind here. Train gets back up again but much slower this time. Mainer runs off the ropes and chop blocks the back of Train’s knee, sending him down to the mat. Mainer rolls Train over and then locks in the Caramel Clutch! (Gouging Camel Clutch w/ Rapid Alternating Face Strikes) giving a huge insult to injury to Train. Mainer smashes the face of Train in multiple times with every blow looking like it’s killing Train. Mainer then stops the blows and just holds the Camel Clutch in. The referee checks Train to see if he wants to quit but Train just shakes his head. He crawls closer and closer to the ropes. The crowd begins clapping to get him pumped up and it seems to be working. McNally: The fans are behind Train here! They are trying to will him to get back up. Train inches a little bit closer then reaches out. He grabs it! The referee tries to get Mainer to get off, but Mainer is having none of it. Train begins to stand up and then throws Mainer over his shoulder and down into the mat. Mainer lands on his back hard but gets back up. Train goes off the ropes near him and runs at Mainer. He lands a big clothesline, sending Mainer down. Train lifts up Mainer and then throws him into the air and pushes him down to the mat. Mainer gets back up on his knees holding his stomach and chest area. Train then throws Mainer into the turnbuckle and charges up. He runs to Mainer who gets up a foot. Mainer kicks the face of Train and what looks like a tooth flies out of Train’s mouth. Train stumbles back as Mainer gets on the top rope. He jumps out and grabs Train’s head and then neckbreakers him down to the mat. McNally: Nice move by Mainer, Train’s neck is bad enough as it is. Edison: It might be over here! ONE! . . . TWO! . . . THR–*KICKOUT* Mainer gets up and begins to freak out. He starts stomping the mat and gets a very pissed of look on his face as he watches Train stand up slowly. Edison: What the hell is with Mainer? McNally: He is getting desperate. Edison: Desperate men do desperate things. I guess that’s how you married your wife. McNally: .... Train gets up with the help of the ropes and has his back toward Mainer. Mainer suddenly grabs Train’s waist from behind and it looks like he is going for a...what? A GERMAN SUPLEX? That’s right! Mainer actually lifts the 360 pound man off of his feet and then throws him over his head and smashes him into the ground. McNally: Edison: The referee: The crowd: Kool Aid Man: OOOOOH YEAH!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:36:09 GMT -5
Train looks to be totally out of it and rightfully so. Mainer looks in complete shock of what he has just done to Train and raises his arms up in victory. The referee goes over to Train and checks him out and calls for help to come but Mainer grabs the ref by the collar and tells him that he is going to finish this his way and then begins to climb the turnbuckle. He gets to the top rope, but isn’t done yet. He goes up another level, to the very top of the cage. He has his back to Train and looks behind him to make sure he’s lined up. He goes to jump and leaps when suddenly, his foot gets caught. Mainer flips over and is now upside down.
McNally: Uh oh! Mainer should have ended this after that suplex. Edison: Look! He’s bleeding faster then a hooker on her per– McNally: Too far. Edison: That’s not what she said.
He is right though, as Mainer’s busted openness starts to show it’s effect. The blood rushes from Mainer’s body all to his head and it begins to drip down onto the mat, leaving a pool of blood. Mainer even coughs up some blood for no real reason but hey, it looks pretty disturbing in it’s own right. Train slowly begins to get up now.
Train’s fingers are tightly wrapped around the cage as he starts to ascend. Mainer dangles upside down with the blood pouring out of his head in light gushes. Train can’t help but laugh at how helpless the poor challenger actually is right now with his legs stuck in the edge of the cage. It seems somewhat amazing just how well Train can actually balance on the top rope and he exemplifies this further by holding onto the cage with one hand and punching the defenceless Danny in the ribs with the other harshly. Danny groans and coughs up blood as the crimson fluids start to dye his brown hair a dark shade of red. Train grabs Danny’s head with one hand and slams the back of it against the cage roughly and sharply before grating his head against the chain lattice fence shredding the flesh of his head. The crowd cheer the efforts of Thunder Train to pummel The Mob Boss as Corleone just can’t do anything about it.
McNally: This is so dangerous and so unbelievably painful. Mainer’s been bleeding buckets since the fight begun, how is he not dead yet?
Edison: Jedi Powers Maxy.
Train shuffles away along the ropes holding onto the cage tightly before swinging a barrel like leg at the chest of Mainer kneeing him straight in the sternum. The impact is immense as it feels like Mainer’s chest has just exploded, an act that Mainer reacts to by clutching his chest and screaming. After a few seconds pause, Train flicks out another big right leg to the chest of Mainer but he throws all of his weight into his shoulders and moves out of the way. Sitting vertical atop the cage, Corleone grabs Train’s head and slams it against the top of the cage with great force. This has a surprisingly high effect as the speed at which Train’s face is launched into the surface of the cage is enough to make him almost completely fall off the cage. Only say three fingers tightly wrapped around different holes in the cage stopped him from crashing to the mat.
McNally: Danny is fighting back and it appears that Train is on VEEEEERY thin ice up on that top rope!
Edison: Well, men Train’s size don’t do well on thin ice let’s say that Maxy!
Mainer holds onto the cage edge with one hand and takes wild punches at Train with another. Train gets caught right in the forehead with a big left hand hook and he somewhat drops down a little with his right foot falling to the middle rope but he manages to secure himself to the cage. He starts to pull himself up again as Mainer gets his left leg free. Train attempts to swat him in the head with a hammer strike but Corleone was MUCH quicker slamming straight into the middle of Train’s rock-like head with a Swinging Cleaver which had the power to bring Train crashing to the mat in perfect position for an aerial assault. Both legs free, Mainer stands perilously on the thin line between taking complete control of the match and leaving the cage and heading straight for A&E. Mainer looks around and Train appears out of it as cameras flash all around the arena.
Edison: Jump faggit! JUMP! DO IT YOU PU-
McNally: LANGUAGE EDDIE! Besides he risks giving himself AND Thunder Train a serious injury if he does this jump! Don’t encourage him Eddie you sick jerk!
Edison: And?
McNally: Fair comment.
Mainer stares at one of the ring side cameras which gets a close-up of his facial expressions. He pushes the tip of his nose up to look like a piggy and then he makes oinking noises which are detected by microphones. Mainer Corleone then turns and stares down once more at Train to see he’s completely immobile. Wiping the blood and the sweat from his eyes he has no worries as he makes that gravity defying leap crashing straight to earth from the top of that twenty foot cage. Like a meteor he hurtles straight down to Thunder Train free-falling and it seems set in stone that the Diving Headbutt will connect. However, at the very last second Train sits up and Mainer’s face meets the mat with violent impact. Mainer bounces off of his ribs like a basketball and rolls around screaming in pain for a few seconds before going slack and lying motionless slightly off-centre of the ring. Train rolls Mainer over and hooks both legs for a pin.
Edison: This fight is OVER! Ring the damn bell! Train’s got the cover!
McNally: CRASH AND BUUUUURN! This one’s over! Train retains!
1. 2. Kickout!
McNally: OH WHAT?! Kickout from Corleone! That’s incredible!
Train is shocked, the commentators are shocked, the referee is shocked, even MAINER is shocked at his own performance this evening. Tonight, he’s German Suplexed Thunder Train and after taking a twenty foot drop he still COULD answer that 2-count by kicking out of his pinfall. Train shakes his head at the ever resilient Mainer and drags him to his feet. Mainer is completely slack and flat out drained and so he figures it’s best to try and just put him out now with a finisher and get it over with. A crushing knee right to the stomach followed by a lift and Mainer is over the shoulders of Thunder Train being held in the Torture Rack position ala his mentor Thunderkiss. Train isn’t a submissions wrestler though, only gays and retards do SUBMISSION wrestling. So instead he attempts the Om Nom Bomb but it doesn’t work as Mainer manages to lazily slide down Train’s back.
Edison: Train set up for the Om Nom Bomb there but it didn’t happen and it appears that Mainer still has some fight left in him!
McNally: Mainer never fails to impress me with his resilience and his tenacity!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:36:34 GMT -5
Mainer grabs Train’s head and brings him right down into a wicked series of Psycho Tropics destroying the chest and stomach of Train with horrific, bone-snapping clinch knees. Train coughs and splutters as his sternum is ripped apart by these crushing strikes right to his stomach. Train sinks lower and lower to his knees unable to cope with the immense amount of pain until finally Mainer delivers a whooping knee to the stomach unleashing his clinch on Train. Train stumbles backwards almost drunkenly as Mainer drops his ass with a Superkick almost dislocating his jaw in the process. Train drops to the ground with a heavy and sickening thud and Mainer covers him to try and score the title. One. Two. Kickout. The crowd gasp in anticiation as Mainer SHOULD have beaten him then but quite frankly he did not. Mainer is beyond stunned now and so are the commentators. Edison: How did he kick out of that? HOW?! I must know his secret to immortality! McNally: Mama Mainer I assume will tell you gladly that his Muay Thai kicks were a strength since conception. He’s well honed in that field and he is disciplined in that very intense fighting style and for Train to kick out of a series of unrelenting knees and a dislocating rocket kick right to the jaw is somewhat a testament to how badly Train wants his amulet and title. Mainer knows he has Train on the ropes and so he quickly delivers a Springboard Elbow Drop right to the chest of Train to get him off his ass. Train slowly gets to his feet as Corleone stands in the corner signalling for him to get up. Wiping more blood out of his eyes, his focus remains dead on Train who is on one knee. The crowd know EXACTLY what’s coming next and they cheer wildly for the anticipation of the finishing manoeuvre. Train with a heave gets up to his feet unaware of the location of Mainer and is pleasantly unsurprised when he turns around and sees him getting grabbed for The Psycho Holiday! This does not sit well with the lightning locomotive who just stands up straight completely avoiding the move. Corleone hits the ground hard but he doesn’t stay there long as Train scoops him up and then twists his body into the Oklahoma Slam Position. Train sprints forward and throws Mainer face-first into the cage. Mainer crashes wildly in the nearest turnbuckle. McNally: Back to Capital City for Mainer! He hit that cage hard and now he’s by the door, did you see the speed on Train and how hard he threw Mainer at the cage wall? If he wasn’t completely head to toe in blood already he would be now! Edison: It’s insane! I’m half expecting some of Racoon City’s more upper-echelon members of society to be turning up to this dig! It’s a total bloodbath! The referee checks on Mainer bidding Train to stay back. Mainer has one eye rolled up into the back of his head and another kinda’ hanging slack off of bottom centre. Gently, the referee slaps his face and he shakes the cobwebs out causing his vision to reset. Mainer then looks up at Train who tries to push past the referee but it’s not happening. The reff stands in his way telling him he’s going to check on Train but this proves to be a distraction for Train which Mainer capitalizes on by leaping up and poking him in the eye. He signals for the cage door to be unlocked and Train looks at him kinda’ odd as he steps out onto the steel steps just out of reach of Train. Train walks towards the cage door and reaches for Mainer but to his surprise the cage door is booted from the side STRAIGHT into Train’s face by Raymond King. Edison: Oh what the Hell is that maniac old man doing out here?! They just screwed Thunder Train! McNally: This is bullcrap! Come on! Raymond King: ”MAINER! Take the chair! Twat him with it! Take this dildo out for good!”A huge grin appears on Mainer’s face and he takes the chair from Raymond. He climbs back into the ring and sees Train centre of the ring kneeling and clutching his face slowly getting up again. Mainer advances on Train slowly, menacingly but the referee stands in his way pleading with him not to use the chair. He clutches it tightly in both hands seeing Train swings as hard and as fast as he can driving the frame of the chair right over the dome of Train and the steel tears under the pressure and the thickness of Train’s skull. The wire frame is wrapped around his neck and a huge bloody gash appears on the bald dome of Train. Mainer dusts his shoulders off but the referee calls for the bell to the shock, anger and surprise of Mainer, the commentators and the fans. Phillip Jones: ”The winner of this match by Disqualification and STILL International Champion… THE THUNDER TRAIN!”Edison: Wait what the heck? McNally: I think Mainer is just as confused as we are! The cage starts to raise up as Mainer bickers with the referee about the DQ victory. The referee though does not want to argue and instead slides out of the ring to talk to Phillip Jones who nods in agreement. Phillip Jones: ”The referee has called that because of The Washington Rules Cage Match all foreign objects are banned from this contest and therefore Mainer is liable for disqualification penalty! Continued arguing with the official may result in a three to five match ban!”
Mainer isn’t happy so he leaves Train bleeding to death in the centre of the ring. He heads straight for the referee who has Train’s title belt in his hands. He wrenches it out of the referees hands and eyes his own reflection in the belt before throwing it carelessly and disrespectfully to one side. Surprisingly he grabs the amulet and then he heads under the ring and grabs a fresh steel chair. He places the amulet on the ground and then places the chair on top of it before double stomping it. The amulet shatters and to everyone’s surprise, the ring tremors and bits of the ceiling crumbles but the reinforced ACW building holds tough. However, all that remains of the amulets is fragments. A distorted version of “Chicago” by Graeme Norgate plays out and Mainer and Train both take their separate ways out of the building.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:37:25 GMT -5
”The Crucible” Credit: Danny Mainer Flustered, angry, pissed off, worked up, furious. Mainer Corleone… or Danny Mainer once again defies exactly how he should seem because he has a huge grin on his face which signals that he obviously has something important he wants to say. To who you might ask? To Chairman Gingerdude of course! He marches right into his office like he was one of those ten thousand men that the noble Grand Old Duke of York would have marched up that goddamn hill and all the way back down again. Why? For the giggles, because he was a sadistic cunt like that. Dan, proud to be free of his mafia connections swaggers along the hallway in cargo pants and t-shirt free of the restrictive business suits that he had to wear during his time as a Corleone. Onto tonight, Mainer may not have the International Title but that amulet is done and it’s powers are no more so instead of worrying about the amulet or the title he walks into Ginger’s with a plan.
A plan you say? What plan is that. Well, it’s a big plan. One for Omega Effect, Danny has that brilliant sparkle in his eyes like he’s just found a cure for cancer or he just punched an old lady in the face and is about to do something even more punishing. However, grandmatricidal plans are not in the works for this young pro wrestler who instead has a match for Omega Effect wrapped up in mind. He doesn’t know who he wants to fight but he knows what he wants to fight for and damned if he isn’t getting it. Ginger seems somewhat startled at his arrival and folds all of the papers on his desk into one neat stack. Ginger glows warmly at the realization that the man who cost him his International Title hasn’t had anymore luck then he did and so he is content to not just throw him out before he starts a gloat parade. He looks him up curiously.Chairman Gingerdude: “Somewhat short of a title belt aren’t we Mr. Mainer? Didn’t have much look against Train tonight? That’s karma my boy, karma and if you continue with your reckless ways it is a sting that you will feel once again. Now, I assume you’re here for something so without further adjure why don’t you tell me why you’re gracing me with your uhh… beautiful face. A sarcastic, dry smile spreads across the lips of Chairman Gingerdude like a whore in heat, music to his ears to know that if Danny wants something he’s going to have to play his game.Danny Mainer: ”Enougha’ that! Ginger I’ve got a big plan for us to make some money. How you feel about giving ME the opportunity to get what I want and YOU the opportunity to earn big bucks. I’m talkin’ millions because if you do as I say and let me plan this thing you’ll be up to your balls in green for so long until NEXT year. I mean come on man this plan of mine is fuckin’ bullet proof!”Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] “Go on…” Danny Mainer: ”Are you familiar with Arthur Miller’s play The Crucible? About witchcraft and communism? Well, in the epilogue it went on to describe what happened to all those that were affected by the trials of Winona Ry-… Abigail Williams. She put the village through hell and ended up a prostitute, Lizzy Proctor remarried and Samuel Parris disappeared into the woods never to be seen again. It’s an intense story, but in my Crucible at Omega Effect there will be a successor. There will be a beginning to the story, what the competitors are doing now… there will be a middle section which will be The Trial at Omega Effect and there will be an ending. Six men will be a part of this story. For five of the competitors, it’ll be broken bodies, shattered dreams and a couple of weeks spent in ICU, that’ll be there ending. But for one lucky winner, the boy who prevails will leave Omega Effect with the golden prize for them and them alone.”Ginger muses on this trying to work out what he’s implying with these statements.Chairman Gingerdude: “So what you’re saying is is that we put a title belt at the top of a ladder for people to claw at? The World Title match will have either Macho or Jake Steele facing my son Thunderkiss and Train already caned your arse tonight, I doubt he wants to face you again at Omega Effect.” Mainer clears his throat to silence The Chairman who looks at him waiting for a response and for his explanation patiently. Danny throws his arm out in a sweeping motion like he’s a pirate atop The Black Pearl looking on into the distance for treasure or if he’s a juvenile child staring at Space, looking to explore it’s bounteous limits.Danny Mainer: ”No Ginger, not a title belt. My idea is much better. What I want is simple. At Omega Effect V, in front of over SEVENTY. THOUSAND. PEOPLE. I want myself and another five people inside that ring fighting for a prize, something that makes our careers mean even more then it does already! Five of the ELITE, SUPREME fighters we have amongst us in there with me! Scrambling up ladders like that cruel irony that is The Rat Race in order to retrieve a briefcase suspended over the ring by a single meat hook from your local abattoir… but that briefcase isn’t an ordinary briefcase! It’s very special! It contains the prize we desperately hunt for. Now, I can see your mouth watering just begging to know what that prize is… right?”Chairman Gingerdude: “You’ve got me, I’m hanging onto your every word.” Danny Mainer: ”Inside that briefcase will be a contract, not a talent contract to guarantee us a pay rise or some kind of perks like flying on the company jet though that would be nice. I mean a contract, a single golden opportunity that can be used at any time and any place, anywhere, even at like 4AM when a champion is asleep and expecting a hangover the size of Texas! Yeah, and that opportunity is to guarantee us a title shot against them under any kind of stipulations we choose in any place and at any time. It’ll be the prize of the century and in the no-holds barred world of ladder matches buy-rates will soar as they scramble up to see who will be the new big dick player as ACW rounds up to it’s sixth anniversary! Are you with me Ginger, can you SMELL the ratings?!?! I will handpick the five to go in there with me, those that I feel will suit the style or are worthy to enter such a high-stakes match up and I will make sure that we BOTH benefit greatly from this match! Do I have your backing?”Ginger stands up and puts both hands on the desk, restingly totting up the pro’s and cons in his head. After some deliberation he smiles warmly and offers his hand to Mainer who shakes it accordingly. Ginger looks somewhat confused about his decision but then decides to explain his thoughts.Chairman Gingerdude: “As fun as it would be to deprive you of your title shot you so desperately seek after you did the same to me less then a week ago I’m going to have to accept your offer! You know me, I’m a business man and I will do what’s best for the company even if it means throwing scraps to the vermin like you that tread the hallways. This is quite frankly one of the best ideas you’ve had in a long time and I will go with you on all conditions except for just one, if I don’t feel you’re doing your job properly in choosing people I reserve the right to kick anyone out of the match except for you and add in anyone I like. Are we clear on that?” Danny Mainer: ”Right on.”The Chairman turns around and reaches up on a book shelf to retrieve something.Chairman Gingerdude: “Now get the Hell out of here before I change my mind Dan.” The Chairman turns around to see but dusty remnants falling where Dan was seconds ago and a sly grin is upon his face yet again. The Crucible, Omega Effect, six men, one title shot, LOTS of pain. Are you ready for it?FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:37:44 GMT -5
Segment: We Are All in This Together (Credit: Train and Mainer) We open backstage inside of the doctor's area of wherever we are now. I have no idea. Anyway, we see Train and Mainer both being looked at by doctor's. However, neither one of them know that the other is in there. Both men are busted up pretty bad and they definitely won't be walking normal ever again after that. Mainer's head gets wrapped up and stitched right away while Train's neck has to have a neck brace put on it.Danny Mainer: ”Goddammit this hurts. Why the fuck did it end that way?!”Thunder Train: That's what she said...Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck?! Ghosts! Train, is that you?!”Thunder Train: Yes...are you in here?Danny Mainer: ”Yeah you retard!”Thunder Train: Oh that's cool.And then something happened in the midst of the recovering...Danny Mainer: ”Hey Train...”Thunder Train: Yeah Mainer?Danny Mainer: ”I guess… I’m kinda’ sorry I got involved with the mafia and tried to kill you.”Thunder Train: That's alright.Danny Mainer: ”And broke Thunder Lawyer’s neck.”Thunder Train: That's OK, he needed to see a chiropractor anyway. I'm sorry for ruining your drug plans and taking your amulet.Danny Mainer: It's cool. I didn't want the amulet anyway.”Thunder Train: Yes you did.Danny Mainer: ”Well yeah, but it would’ve been mine if you hadn’t Judased me and left me trapped with that freaky Asian bitch with the penis!”Thunder Train: That was an accident. I smelt some food and I had to get away so I could eat it. But because you are so jealous of me, you held a grudge.Danny Mainer: ”It’s YOUR fault god dammit!”Thunder Train: NO U FAGGOT!Danny Mainer: ”FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF”Thunder Train: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDoctor: You guys need to calm down or else you are going to have heart attacks. Do you understand me? Danny and Train: Yes... Thunder Train: You know what Mainer? I say we put all of this behind us and just move on.Danny Mainer: ”As much as The Butcher is renowned for holding grudges, I don’t want another cage match like that! Jesus man!”Suddenly, a very hot looking nurse comes into the room and looks over some things and then leaves. Train and Mainer look over to each other. Danny Mainer: ”Who was that?”Doctor: That's the new nurse, she is just some small town girl... Danny Mainer: ”Living in a lonely world...”Thunder Train: She took the midnight Train going anywhere.....Doctor: Just a city boy.... Danny Mainer: ”Born and raised in south Detroit...”Thunder Train: ”He took the midnight Train going anywhere...”Mainer pulls the supposedly shredded Gibson SG that used to play in his Six String Shogun days, he plays the mini-solo that takes place in the song.. Angelica ’68 seems as beautiful as ever.Doctor: A singer in a smokey room.... Danny Mainer: ”A smell of wine and cheap perfume...”Thunder Train: For a smile they can share the night...All 3: IT GOES ON AND ON AND ON AND ON Doctor: Strangers waiting... Danny Mainer: ”Up and down the boulevard.”Thunder Train: Their shadows searching in the niiiiiiiiightDoctor: Streetlight people Danny Mainer: ”Living just to find emotion”Thunder Train: Hiding somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiightEveryone in the medical area suddenly jumps up and they all begin to sing and dance perfectly choreographed. Train and Mainer get some microphones and begin to sing. Danny Mainer: ”Working hard to get my fill!”Thunder Train: Everybody wants a thrillDanny Mainer: ”Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time!”Thunder Train: Some will win - ME ^_^Danny Mainer: ”Some will lose - Me -_-“Thunder Train: Some are born to sing the bluesDanny Mainer: ”Oh the movie never ends it goes on and on and on and on!”Thunder Train: Strangers waitingDanny Mainer: ”Up and down the boulevard!”Thunder Train: Their shadows searching in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiightDanny Mainer: ”Streetlight people....
Thunder Train: Living just to find emotion
Danny Mainer: ”Hiding somewhere in the niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!”
EPIC GUITAR SOLO!
Both: DON'T STOP BELIEVING! HOLD ONTO THAT FEELING!
STREETLIGHT PEOPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
DON'T STOP--
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:39:09 GMT -5
Segment: The Truth Is Unveiled (Credit: Unknown)
I had followed Amott's instructions to meet him on the top of the arena. It was about 9:00 that evening and I was looking forward to doing whatever it took just to get some answers about my life. But why was I called up to the roof of the arena? Seemed rather inauspicious to me but like I said, anything to get my identity back. With every step I took up the stairwell, I found each footstep making me more nervous than I had intended to be. Finally, I reached the top of the stairwell and saw a door leading to the outside. With a quick opening, I was outside, feeling a cool breeze brush past me. I scanned around for signs of life and found nothing. I shut the door behind me and stepped forward.
"Hello? Vince?"
"There you are."
The voice came from behind and I spun around sharply. There was Amott himself, donning his same suit from earlier in the day. He approached me coolly and had a kind smile on his face.
"I take it you had no problems coming here."
"No, sir. So why am I here?"
Amott's smile soon faded and he had a stern look on his face.
"Punishment. Apparently, one of my now-former employees had the absolute nerve to disobey my orders so I'm afraid I must teach him a lesson."
"Oh? Well, I'll be glad to assist. Who's the guy who did you wrong?"
"You."
Without warning, Amott shot forward with his boot and delivered a big kick right to my groin, causing my eyes to water in pain. I held my groin area but was unable to see a lead pipe coming my way. The pipe was driven into my midsection and I howled in agony. Amott then slammed the pipe across my lower spine, dropping me to the ground. Why was he doing this? I thought he was here to help me. Amott tossed the pipe aside and soon pulled a handgun out of his pocket.
"Congratulations. You have been my most successful experiment to date. That's what the sign meant. You are Experiment #1020. I've been conducting experiments for years now with various psychoactive drugs. I've administered many sorts of drugs to numerous guinea pigs around the world: growth hormones, narcilepsy treatment and even the sporadic estrogen/testosterone swap. But yours was memory alteration. I gave you those pills because I wanted to see how well someone like you could forget about your worthless past. I hope you realize that I never intended to keep you in Oslo for all that amount of time. But your progress was so remarkable that I felt as if I couldn't resist. But you see, while your progress has been a blessing in disguise, it has been a curse. We wanted you to go out and help kill off the weak in order for the strong to survive. But all you did was ask a question that you could never find the answer for. All you did was chase a dream of finding yourself. Tonight, that dream ends. Tonight, your life ends… Unless you are willing to comply."
I was just rising to my knees when I saw the gun pointed right between my eyes, ready to spew my brains all over the ground.
"Bow to me."
I couldn't; I was in too much pain to even do anything. Even if I could feel enough to make any sort of movement, I wouldn't give into his wicked deeds. I can't believe I allowed myself to trust this sniveling coward. Why didn't I see it coming?
"I SAID BOW TO ME!"
I still refused to do so. He lowered the gun and suddenly reared back. I was willing to accept whatever strike he threw at me. At this point, nothing mattered anymore. I was never going to find out whom I was and I was going to die just to find out who I was. But just like that, something happened. Upon receiving a rather stiff backhand slap to the face, something triggered in my memory. Could this be my memory coming back to me?
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Without warning, an image popped into my head. I was sitting on a bed, putting on a pair of socks. I was wearing an all-black attire and was looking over at a pair of large boots. All of a sudden, I heard a scream. I jolted out of the bed and found two women surrounded by some men in suits. They held guns in their hands and turned to face me as the women looked on in pure fear, tears mixing in with their mascara that streamed down their faces. The next person that entered my view was Amott, walking towards the youngest girl and stroking her hair in a sadistic manner.
"If you move one more inch, I will kill them where they stand."
Even though I had no idea who these women were, I still felt rage course through my veins. Why did I feel I had to care for these two? I must have been related to them. I stepped forward a small bit and bellowed.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
"I want to experiment on you. I want to see how a monster your size is capable to adapting to certain situations."
"All you had to do was ask."
The two women called out and I swiftly turned around, with the last thing I saw being a crowbar coming straight at my skull.
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The next image in my head was awaking from my concussion. I was still weary and dazed but I could still hear. In my battered state, I looked up to find Amott himself talking to a doctor. The doctor handed him a bottle of pills and glanced over at me.
"Prescribe these to him once then call me to see how he's done. If he still remembers, keep giving them to him."
That was the last thing I heard before I once again blacked out.
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Another image came up; this time, I had a clear image of them shaving off all of my hair and my beard. They wanted to make me virtually indistinguishable from the rest of the world, the world I was then taught to hate over the course of almost a year. Ten miserable months trained to be the corporate bulldog, the mindless monster with no empathy for anyone other than himself and his teacher. As I began to recall more and more, I remember seeing Amott. I remember him with… Mr. Lyngstad…
"Keep him here for as long as he needs to be. I'm pretty sure the world is going to forget about his pitiful meaningless existence."
"What about his disappearance? People are going to wonder."
"I've taken care of that. I've forced his girlfriend and sister to tell the world that he was declared dead yesterday from heart failure. The world is stupid enough to believe such a story, aren't they?"
"Ahh, very good. And don't worry. This pathetic rat won't be escaping my clutches anytime soon."
All I could do was watch before a needle pierced through my neck. I slowly succumbed to the needle's effects and found myself falling forward in a daze. The last thing I saw was Mr. Lyngstad shaking the hand of that bastard. I should have known he was in on the whole thing. It was a ploy from the start and I was played like the mindless puppet.
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So here it was. The sordid scene and the life I had begun to reclaim were about to be cruelly taken away. For months, I was force-fed lies and was told that digging through the excrement would find me my diamond. I had soon realized what my diamond was. Those girls, I remember them now. They were people that I loved and cared for. And then all of a sudden, I remembered who I was. Everything had come back to me all thanks to a good shot of adrenaline. When I regained focus, I had seen Amott still standing over me with his handgun in tow and ready to spew my brains all over the ground.
No more.
I slowly turned my head back to Amott, who still kept his hand firmly placed on the trigger. My cold, calculating eyes would not allow me to take him out of my sight. I now knew who my true enemy was. I soon rose up from my knees and stood tall and defiant against Amott, who was practically foaming at the mouth.
"IF YOU DO NOT BOW TO ME, I WILL KILL YOU, YOU FILTHY SWINE!"
I refused to bow to his every word. I was now free and in control of my life. As I went to wipe the blood from my mouth, I saw his finger squeeze on the trigger. With only a split second to react, I batted the gun away with my free arm, sending it flying and causing a shot to fly aimlessly elsewhere. The blood was wiped from my mouth and I soon saw Amott swing at me. How foolish of him. I quickly grabbed his fist from thin air and began squeezing like my life had depended on it. As Amott cried out in agony like the filthy dog that he was, I then grabbed him by the throat with my other arm and leaned in, practically breathing venom with every word I spoke.
"My name… ain't… filthy swine…"
With swift agility, I let go of his throat and quickly thrust my arm down into the center of his elbow, snapping his arm and causing the bone to protrude. Amott's anguished cries only filled my bloodlust for revenge and I could feel a sadistic smile creep across my face. I realized who I was now and where I came from.
"My name is Tyler… Scott… Stevens…"
As he looked up at me in astonishment, he held his broken arm and slowly stood to his feet. He quickly glanced behind him and saw that it was quite a long fall from the edge of the building. Amott turned back and my elation and vindication would soon come.
"And I'm the Hitman of the Gods."
And as I spoke my final words to him, I thrust my foot out and swiftly sent my boot into his chest, delivering a move I believe I used to call the Boot from Hell. I could see the move knocking the air out of him. That was about to be the least of his worries. Time seemingly stood still for me as I soon saw Amott plummet off of the edge of the roof. I casually glanced over the edge and heard his screams pierce the night, all the while watching his body hopelessly flail to his death. How soothing it was for me. As the voice mercifully began to fade, I turned on my heels and began walking over to the door. I opened it and before I shut it behind me, I turned and looked at the moon, staring back at me.
"Kayla… Serenity… I hope you remember me."
With a quick close of the door, I made my way down the stairwell. I was on my way to take back what I believed that were cruelly stolen from me: my sister, my girlfriend and my job. Let's just say I felt homesick.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:40:43 GMT -5
Match 12: ACW Heavyweight Championship Last Man Standing Jake Steele(c) vs. Hollywood "Macho Man" RDK (Credit: Chris Phenomenal) ===================== Jake Steele Vs. Hollywood Mach
Credit: Chris Phenomenal ===================== Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is for the ACW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Jones: it will be contested under LAST MAN STANDING rules, where the sole way to win the match is to incapacitate your opponent so that he is unable to respond to a ten count. In the case of both competitors being down, they will both be counted out, and when one reaches their feet a new count will be made for their opponent. There are no disqualifications or count outs and the action can go anywhere the competitors choose to take it. Both competitors have also agreed to introduce a non-standard rule, where in the case that both competitors are down, they will both be counted out, and when one reaches their feet a new count will begin for the still fallen competitor. AND NOW!!! Introducing the challenger. Jones: Hailing from Yellowknife, North West Territories, he stands six feet, seven inches tall and weighs in tonight at two hundred and seventy pounds. He is a former two time ACW World Heavyweight Champion, a five time Interrnational Champion and the winningest member of Alpha Championship Wrestling. Introducing… HOLLYWOOD MACH…RANDY DALLAS KANYON!!! ”Fury” by Muse plays, the audience already starting there jeers before Hollywood can make his way out. It takes a few moments but eventually he emerges at the top of the ramp and begins his slow decent to the ring, prepared for battle and to once again prove he is the cream of the crop. Mach ducks through the ropes and poses on the top rope the jeers now coming as sure as rain in April. It does little to effect Mach as he stays an added second, sticking it to the masses before backing off and standing in his corner, ready for the champ. Jones: Now, introducing the champion. Jones: Weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty four pounds, standing six feet and one inch tall. He comes from Brooklyn, New York and is a former International champion, he is also one member of the world tag team champions The Road Steelers. With a record of thirty four wins, twenty one losses and seven draws. Introducing… THE ONE MAN REVOLUTION…JAKE STEELE!!! “Ain't I” by Jay-Z plays as Jake Steele appears to be taking his precious time, trying to get inside of the head of Hollywood Mach. “Aint I’ continues to play but there is no sign of Jake Steele and eventually his music is cut as the crowd is hushed, worried about whether Jake Steele is actually going to be able to make it to the ring. Hollywood waits for a minute before ducking out of the ring and grabbing a micro phone from the time keeper. Hollywood rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet smiling. Hollywood: I knew it, I knew the bruddah wouldn’t donka donka his ass on out here to face the one, the only, THE MACH! So on the count of ten, you’ll be looking at the new…ACW WORLD CHAMPION, heading to Omega EFFECT FIVVEEE! Jabroni, start the count![/color] The referee begins to count as the entire audience stares up the entrance ramp, waiting, hoping that Jake Steele will make it out to the ring. …1
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…9 [/size] McNally: Folks, Hollywood mach is our new… CROWD: *ROAR!!!*Edison: It’s Jake Steele. The twenty two thousand four hundred eyes in the sold out PaloLottimatica look at the Alphatron as Jake Steele, accompanied by two referees is making his way down to the ring. He goes off camera for a moment as “Aint I” by Jay Z hits once again and this time Jake Steele emerges from the back, two referees still supporting him as he makes his way down to the ring. McNally: This is Gibson in the World Series, Baun in the Stanley cup, it is through sheer will that Jake Steele is making his way down to the ring. Edison: Admirable, but stupid, he has no chance against Hollywood Mach in this state. Jake Steele is helped into the ring before using the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, RAF making sure he knows what he is doing. Steele nods as RAF shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell! *Ding Ding* With the sound of the bell the match begins and Jake Steele stumbles out, his hands held high like he’s ready for a fight. Mach looks at Jake Steele’s unusual approaches, but seeing how slow his feet are he buys in and assumes a fighting stance himself. The two circle each other Mach expertly leaving no room for Jake but Jake’s arms are already starting to go heavy and a dropping and allow Mach to come in with a right hook that catches Jake Steele on the jaw and Mach bobs back to avoid the slow counter punch from Jake Steele McNally: Welcome to ACW Fight Night ladies and gentleman. Edison: Jake Steele is not one to back down from a straight up fight but this might not be the best of times.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on May 17, 2009 15:41:13 GMT -5
Jakes feet are slow, as are his hands and a right from him is dodged by Mach who then hits him with a left and then comes in with a big combo as Jake can’t avoid them, a right uppercut on the step in, then a straight left and finally a right hook that connects squarely on the jaw as Mach shuffles out of the way as Jake Steele is staggered and comes in and clinches Hollywood Mach covering up. Whilst the tactic is effective in boxing and a street fight it doesn’t work so well in a wrestling ring as Mach hits him with a belly to belly side suplex, his full weight coming down on Jake Steele. Hollywood gets up, and gives Jake Steele a little extra, wiping his boot across his face as he walks away allowing RAF to make his count
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Jake Steele makes it to his feet on the seven count, the sheer fatigue in his body evident by the fact that a simple slam was able to do so much to him.
McNally: This looks bad for Jake Steele. Hollywood appears in peak fitness and Jake looks like he should be in the hospital.
Edison: Things could get really ugly, really fast here.
Mach waists no time attacking Jake Steele with his fists, Macho over hand rights to the skull and underhooks to the Ribs, eventually coming Mafia style waiting for a moment then popping him, waiting until he gets up a bit then wham, all the time attacking the ribs of Jake Steele. Finally Mach comes with a ¾ stalling neck breaker taking Steele down once again. Mach gets to his feet and once again watches as Jake Steele hauls himself to the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself up at a seven count. Hollywood looks on as Jake stumbles out of the corner once more before Hollywood waves his hand at Jake Steele and ducks out of the ring as Jake Steele looks on. Hollywood reaches under the ring apron and starts pulling out a few weapons throwing them into the ring before settling for a trash can full of weapons and fires it in, kendo sticks, light tubes and even a few flash sticks spilling out. Jake Steele makes his way over and tries to grab one and ends up with a Kendo stick but Mach gets in from behind him and hit’s a flipping neck breaker on Jake Steele sending him face first into the garbage can as it crunches on impact. Mach gets to his feet and smiles as he takes the kendo stick dropped by Jake Steele and starts to cane him like a principle on a naughty child, twenty thwacks across the back as Mace’s smile grows larger with each agonizing blow. Jake Steele rolls out of the ring and Hollywood smiles as he know has Jake Steele at his mercy.
Edison: Hollywood Mach is locked and loaded, ready and focused and Jake Steele is in a world of trouble. McNally: Jake Steele’s aspirations of retaining his title are growing slimmer by the minute.
Hollywood grabs a hold of Jake Steele and slams him face first into the steel ring steps, not once, not twice but three times before going back under the ring and coming out with a stop sign. Mach chuckles takes it, and slams it across the head of Jake Steele who had tried to get to his feet. Mach reaches back under the ring and comes out with of all things, a cinder block. He holds it for a second as Jake Steele once again tries to get up and this time Mach hits him in the gut with it, doubling him over, and Mach then drops the cinder block, grabs hold of Jake Steele and takes him down with a face first DDT onto the cinder block, it splitting in two like it had been chopped by a kung fu master. Mach backs out of the way and tells RAF to “count the jabroni out.”
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It’s an eight count this time for Jake Steele who gets to his feet as Macho shakes his head, a wee bit impressed by the heart of a the champion but not enough so to prevent him from whipping him into the barricade, Steele crashing into it with a sickening thud and Mach comes in and knees him in the face, sending it ricocheting back into the barricade as Jake Steele slumped over and struggled once again to get to his feet before the ten count.
McNally: Jake Steele is showing the heart of a champion Ed!
Edison: How long until that heart stops beating though.
Jake Steele gets to his feet but Mach decides the ring area isn’t capable of holding them any longer and clotheslines him over the guard rail, sending the action into the crowd. Steele hit’s the floor as the fans try and help him up but RDK kicks him in the stomach, sending him rolling along through the stands. Mach does it again as Jake Steele winces, his ribs probably broken earlier on in the match. Mach punches Jake in the skull occasionally as he drags him up the steps into the concourse area that is nearly bare as most fans had returned to their seats to watch the match. Hollywood picks Jake Steele up and rams him into the wall spine first a couple of times as the match is still all Mach, Hollywood drops Jake who falls to his knees and starts crawling towards a concession stand. Mach retreats back into the arena and grabs a steel chair and comes back as Jake has used the front of the stand to get to his feet. Mach comes in and has him lined up as Jake turns around and swings with all his might, cracking Jake Steele in the skull and sending him flying over the counter. Mach waits again as Jake takes a six count to get to his feet and Mach swings again and connects, this time sending Jake through the glass of the popcorn machine as the concession workers back out of the way. Mach grabs the popcorn scoop and a bag and dishes himself up some, sets up the chair and takes a seat, taking a handful as he watches Jake Steele slink down to the floor. Mach takes another bite as the referee slides over the counter to once again count Jake Steele out.
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The match almost ends but Jake Steele gets to his feet and for his troubles gets a bag full of popcorn thrown into his face by Hollywood Mach who then flings him out of the concession stand back into the concourse area
Edison: Has Jake Steele just used up his ninth life.
McNally: I don’t know but this massacre can’t go on much longer.
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