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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 15:34:32 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 7th October 2009
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Lillith Dormieux vs. Alex Trixer
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High Roller & Trent Wheeler Vs. The Southern Smashers
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The Red Panther Vs. Ringleader
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ACW Entertainment Title VorteX vs. Jonny Spade
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Chris Phenomenal vs. Michael Smart
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Main Event CROWBAR VS. BASEBALL BAT MATCH Jack Jefferson Vs. Mr. Red
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:18:25 GMT -5
OOC Opening Segment: A Senatorial Celebration (Credit: AK) Surprise!
Well, hopefully it’s a surprise for at least one person reading this. Tonight’s show represents a fresh start of sorts for our little federation; and even as we anticipate the future, it’s good to take a moment to look back at what we’ve achieved so far. The contributions to ACW’s success have been many and varied, but if you drill down to the roots, to the source of enthusiasm and encouragement which a myriad of ACW members have benefited from, you’ll find one person named again and again.
One of the comparisons which people have repeatedly made in ACW is to note how “family-like” the approach and atmosphere here has been. Every family has its figurehead, and for as long as any of us can remember, “Senator” Steve Philips has been ours.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that without Senator, ACW as we know it could never have existed. When GFWWE abruptly and spectacularly imploded, most people, myself included, had no idea how to go about trying to salvage something. Several people had things they wanted to try, but there was no way to tell at that point who was going to prevail. As our long –time members will know, Gingerdude was able to rally enough people around to put together GFWCW, but it was a shaky time, and collectively our knowledge of how an efed “should” be done was quite lacking. We managed to build a fed of sorts, but those early days were difficult and we made an awful lot of mistakes. We were certainly enjoying ourselves, but no one was sure if the thing had any real staying power.
And then, after a few months, Senator somehow discovered that we were gamely fumbling around at this thing called fedding, and decided to have a crack at it himself. I can think of few characters who have as quickly developed into cornerstones of a fed; the original GFWWE members remembered a little of Senator’s posting back on the GFaqs boards, to others he was an unknown quantity. But what absolutely became apparent was two things; one, that Senator’s knowledge of wrestling and other fighting sports massively outweighed that of most of the roster, and two, he was gracious and generous enough with his time to help people take their characters to a new level. I can’t stress enough how important that was to so many of us, especially those like myself whose wrestling knowledge was almost entirely derived from WWE programming. Senator encouraged us all to work on movesets, to give the commentators and other staff their own personality, and he has been the catalyst for the creation of most of our key NPC characters. And somewhere amongst all this, he managed to find the time to write for his own character, who I unreservedly declare is one of my favourites in this or any wrestling promotion, “real”, electronic or otherwise. When I hear “Hail to the Chief” and Bush or Obama or another President shows up on the tv, I always feel just a tiny bit disappointed.
So tonight’s show has been lovingly strewn with segments and OOC pieces which, collectively, may go a little way to expressing our heartfelt gratitude to you, Senator. We hope you’ll enjoy our little tributes; and that, good sir, is nothing but the truth.Alicia “Atomic” Kitsune Proud original Senatorial Stable Member
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:19:11 GMT -5
Opening Segment: The Times they are a’changin’..... (Credit: AK)
The atmosphere in the ACW arena is... strange, to say the least.
Tonight’s audience were made aware of the show which is about to commence less than 72 hours ago. Plans have been changed, appointments rescheduled, even dates dropped. The internet forums have been noticeably creaking under the strain of all the discussion sparked by one simple press release from ACW HQ; the announcement of a special edition of Warfare. Those lucky enough to be here in person aren’t sure exactly what’s going to happen; wild speculation has swamped any attempt at a reasoned debate. The audience at home is equally in the dark...
Without any fanfare or build-up, the Alphatron comes to life, and fades in to a shot of ACW Chairman, Jonathan Gingerdude. Ginger is immaculately presented, seated at his somewhat battered desk; the two sides of the wrestling business neatly encapsulated.
He takes a breath before delivering the news which many have suspected was coming. But that makes it no less of a momentous occasion.
Ginger: I am speaking tonight to the whole ACW family, our superstars, our staff, and of course all our fans throughout the world.
He pauses for the pop which inevitably follows.
Ginger: It will have been lost on none of you that the economic situation across the globe is less healthy than it has been. All types of business are being tested, and many people have already felt the unwelcome effects of the major downturn. The board has always tried to manage ACW with responsibility to those we employ, and those who support us with their hard-earned wages. It is this commitment to responsibility which has led the board and I to the decision that ACW has to change, to evolve if we are to continue to be a major player in the wrestling scene.
There are murmurs from the crowd as Ginger gathers his thoughts once again.
Ginger: We have undertaken consultation with you, our fine fanbase, and we have listened to what you want from us as a company. ACW needs to become a leaner, meaner enterprise, but at the same time we need to offer more “bang for your buck”. Starting from tonight, therefore, ACW will producing a single weekly show, broadcast on Wednesdays, to replace our previous two-show system. We are also cutting back our paid events from 12 per year to six; and to provide more excitement and value, we are introducing bi-monthly “supercard” events which will be available to view as part of your existing subscription packages. These events will be novel, entertaining, and will push the boundaries of wrestling as entertainment. In short, we will respond to a challenging situation by challenging ourselves.
The crowd likes what they are hearing; a buzz is growing in the arena. Ginger gives a brief smile.
Ginger: The ACW talent roster has, you may already have heard, been refreshed and streamlined as part of our new approach; some wrestlers have moved on, and we have also brought in some fresh talent – both moves designed to combat complacency. Let me make this clear to all superstars – as of now, I expect you all to raise your game, to step up and prove you have what it takes to be part of the new ACW. No single person here is exempt, from the Champions downward. Perform as our fans, your fans, demand – or you will not perform here at all.
Ginger’s seriousness is absolutely clear, and a frisson of excitement hangs in the air.
Ginger: Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope that tonight’s show gives you a taste of things to come. We think you’ll find it quite “moreish”.
Ginger allows a flicker of a smirk to cross his face before the Alphatron flicks off. As it does so, there is an explosion of pyro, and a brand new title sequence rolls for Wednesday Night Warfare.
If you thought you knew ACW... think again.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:19:39 GMT -5
Reflections Credit: Trent Wheeler Trent Wheeler has just arrived at the arena. He has a Killswitch Engage t-shirt and jeans. He casually walks through the back and into the locker room, thinking over his debut at Emperor Of The Ring. The lights, the screaming fans. Despite not really worrying about the fans, he truly felt different that night. There is nothing like standing in from of thousands of people, their cheers filling your ears... ...as Trent was reflecting upon his big night, someone walks up behind him. Kevin "The Internet" Anderson. Anderson: Well look who it is! Wheeler! Hope you’re ready for tonight. You've got your job on the line.Wheeler: What? My job?Anderson: Yes. Your job. If you don't impress with your tag match tonight against The Southern Smashers. They are-Wheeler: Look I don't need your insight Kevin. I couldn't care less! I know of these guys. They are nothing. I'll be able to take them with anybody.Anderson: Fine! I try to help the new guy, and what do I get? Nothing. You’re on your own!Anderson walks out and leaves Wheeler in the locker room thinking. "Man, what a prick. I can't stand people that think they know everything. Come to think of it, I kinda act like that, too. Whatever, I don't need his help. I can stand up on my own. It was nice having back up though. The guys always had my back before. Maybe I took it for granted. I wonder who my tag partner is? Maybe..."Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:20:37 GMT -5
”Next Chapter” Credit: Draven Rook [/size][/right] ”Girl on Fire” by Rob Zombie, the rabid record scratching effects hit the sound system and Draven Rook leads Lilith Dormieux out with the chain as always sealed onto her neck. They make a slow pace down the entrance ramp as Lilith slithers down the ramp. She grins at some members of the fans and snarls at others before rolling underneath the bottom rope after Draven unchains her. Draven walks up the steps and says a quick prayer. before vaulting over the top rope and landing on his feet inside the ring. Lilith stares and snarls at the flashing cameras not quite sure what to make of the situation. The music cuts down as Draven decides to make a speech.Draven Rook: ”Greetings my dearest children! It is rather charming to see you all assembled in this building, to come hither and bear witness to my Lilith’s first ever wrestling match inside the hallowed halls of Alpha Championship Wrestling! Are thou ready?”Loud, loud booing. They treat Draven with much contempt who swells up with anger. The booing doesn’t seem like it can get any louder and when it does Draven makes short work of it.Draven Rook: ”I BESEECH THEE FOR SILENCE!”Draven slams the cane into the ground and loud fireworks explode around the arena, silencing them once and proper.Draven Rook: ”The Lord has forsaken us with a bitter, ungrateful and “tough” audience! This shall not do! The nerve of these people disgust me, they have been gifted with entertainment and they turn up their noses at it like a child to poorly cooked food! It shall NOT do at all! The insolence of you people sickens me and so, Lilith here is going to show you dirty, foul-mouthed, wretched-looking beasts a lesson in domination! She is going to show you her side of the brand new movement which will rapidly take hold of Alpha Championship Wrestling, in fact, she’s going to show you a lesson in TOTAL domination!”McNally: ”This ladies and gentlemen is a man much in love with the sound of his own voice! He talks and talks and babbles constantly about demons and considering he’s been around here less than a week it’s a testament that I’m already sick of the sound of him!”Edison: ”He’s all hat and no... umm... hatstand! Yeah, that’s it! He talks too much and never backs it up!”McNally: ”I wouldn’t quite say that Eddie, I mean just look at how badly he messed up Gary last show? I wouldn’t let him catch you saying that he won’t back up what he says because it seems that he has the intention to at the bare minimum try and do so!”Edison: ”Yeah but Gary is made of jelly! Even you could beat him!”When Draven says domination, Lilith’s eyes glow and she makes a flirty cat scratch mark into thin air as she sits squatted in the ring. She stands up and looks at Draven with a devilish smirk printed across her sultry lips as she walks behind him and wraps her arms around his neck, a gesture which he seems to ignore.Draven Rook: ”Now... children! Tonight, onward of my assessment of you putrid philistines we shall begin the proceedings! Tonight, Lilith thou shalt compete with Alexander Trixer and you shall make an example of him just like you did to Garrison at Emperor of the Ring! Am I clear?”Lilith Dormieux: “Crystal, father.”Draven Rook: ”Excellent! Then let us begin!”With that, “Mirror Mirror” by Blind Guardian plays and we cut to commercial right as Alex Trixer walks out of the curtain. Draven departs leaving Lilith alone in the ring as the screen turns to black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:21:25 GMT -5
Title: The New Kid on the Block Credit: CP and Trent Wheeler
The scene opens in the backstage area with Chris Phenomenal chatting with one of the backstage hands, prior to the show getting started. Chris looks down at his feet and then back at the man before continuing on with his story.
Chris Phenomenal: I really don’t know. We had our difficulties, we had our problems, hell our falling out left me this.
Chris Phenomenal points at his head, the wound from his match with Senator still prevalent, the area around the four inch gash a nasty looking shade of yellow.
Chris Phenomenal: But in the end, he made me into what I am, he took raw talent and turned it into the future of this company. He’ll not be forgotten.
As Chris finishes up, the familiar patter of feet can be heard, causing Chris to turn around, ready to throw down. Seeing however that it is not Dave Shadow, Chris relaxes his body as Trent Wheeler, one of the newest members of the ACW Roster slips by. Chris turns back to the stage hand.
Chris Phenomenal: Who the hell is that?
Stage Hand: That’s Trent Wheeler, I was kind of surprised to see him around really, I mean with all these budget cuts you wouldn’t think that they’d be hiring people.
Chris Phenomenal: Must have been desperate, willing to work for a pittance.
Chris pauses for a moment, something sinister running through his mind.
Chris Phenomenal: Watch this,
Chris turns around as Trent continues to wander down the hall.
Chris Phenomenal: ‘ey, Trent. Come ‘ere for a second.
Trent turns his head and seeing Chris Phenomenal pauses for a brief second before Chris waves his hand, urging Trent to come over. Begrudgingly he shuffles back towards Chris Phenomenal, who stretches out his hand. Trent looks down and then up at Chris Phenomenal, hands buried in the pockets of his blue jeans. Getting the message Chris pulls his hand back with a smile.
Chris Phenomenal: Too good to shake my hand?
Silence from Trent Wheeler.
Chris Phenomenal: So we’re a tough guy are we, going to come in and show everyone just how it’s done. Tell me where are you from?
Trent Wheeler: Miami. Pretty rough down there. I've had a hard life. I am a tough guy.
Chris chuckles, shaking his head at Trent Wheeler before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a five dollar bill, holding it out for Trent Wheeler.
Chris Phenomenal: There’s a star bucks down the street, venti vanilla latte, no foam. Should come to $4.89, you can keep the change.
Trent stares down at the fiver in his hand before slamming it back into the chest of Chris Phenomenal
Trent Wheeler: I’m not your bitch. You can take your money, walk your ass up the street, and get your own damn latte.
Trent pulls his hand back as Chris Phenomenal lets the fiver fall to the floor, the steel blue of his eyes slowly darkening with rage building, ever present in Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: I’ll say when you’re not my bitch, but as for now, rook, it’s your job to keep the vets happy. So pick the money up and get me my fucking coffee.
Chris stares at Trent Wheeler, the eyes now a heavy blue but Trent Wheeler is unmoved, showing poise in the presence of the now veteran Chris Phenomenal.
Trent Wheeler: You got something to say? You keep staring like that and you'll get your head kicked in. Now see here son-
Chris Phenomenal: Son, I ain’t yo fuckin’ son. Now I suggest you drop the hard act here and now because quite frankly, there ain’t nothin’ you can do that I haven’t done. There isn’t nothin’ that some fake ass hood from a chump ass city like Miami is going to do to best what I’ve done.
Trent Wheeler: Hey hey hey! Miami ain't fake. It's hell there! You don't know who you can trust. I've done some things. Been around. I’ve done more than you can even imagine.
Chris Phenomenal: You’re thick ain’t ya, I’ve done everything imaginable and then some and I’m not talkin’ ’bout in the ring. I’m talkin’ real life son, now I don’t know how the fuck you managed to score this job, lord knows Ginger’s doing everything to cut money so you must be workin’ for shit…
Trent Wheeler: Workin’ for shit, I’ll have you know that I was the NWW Southern Champion, more than…
Chris Phenomenal: Bush league. I’ve never even heard of this NWW place and quite frankly I don’t give a shit. There isn’t a promotion bigger than Alpha Championship Wrestling and you’ve got one win, over fucking Pablo Lopez on your belt. I’m a former entertainment champion, wins over multiple ACW Heavyweight Champions, I retired the Senator. So I suggest you learn some respect or I’ll learn it to you, southern boy.
Trent doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t do anything as Chris Phenomenal smiles, the anger slowly fading.
Chris Phenomenal: That’s what I thought, now I suggest you watch my match tonight and take some notes, ’cause Lord knows you’ll need it.
With that Chris Phenomenal walks away, the five dollar bill still lying on the ground as Trent Wheeler stands unmoved, shaking his head after his first run in with one of the top ACW talents.
Trent Wheeler: You better watch me too bitch...
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:22:01 GMT -5
Match 1: Lillith Dormieux vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Draven Rook) Lilith Dormieux w/ Draven Rook VS Alex Trixer GENERAL SUMMARY: The match started quick with a lightning fire jab exchange, fists were being smashed into each other. Lilith quickly seized control irish-whipping her bigger opponent away from her and into the ropes. Upon return she ran to him and slammed on the brakes for Alex by putting out an elbow catching him right in the jaw. He winced, the crowd winced. Alex got up and attempted a clothesline on the devious vixen but she ducked and went for a backslide pin earning a 2-count. She did that a lot, the surprise pins but the shock really came to him when she lifted him up and dropped him with a powerful Catatonic Backbreaker she calls “The Sensual Massage” followed by a Moonsault Double Stomp which really wowed the crowd, a move she called “Fall from Grace”. Seemingly out of nowhere, as Lilith and Draven conversed on the apron Alex managed to score with a bulldog followed by an attempt at a German Suplex but Alex made the fatal flaw of groping her during the move. A smash elbow right into the head left him dizzied up so blindly he threw a punch back hoping to strike gold but instead he was left on his ass after an Over the Shoulder Judo Toss slamming him straight down to the mat. He got up, slowly as Lilith stood in the opposite corner waiting stone-posed ala Goldberg for Alex to stand to his feet Unbroken focus and concentration throughout the whole match from Lilith, she watched hawk-eyed as he stumbled to his feet. Sprinting with her lengthy, pale legs she belted Alex full-blast in the face with an elbow she called The Lapidation! He crashed to the mat, Lilith on top of him She rolls over and lies with her back across her unconscious victim, facing the camera she gives a sultry wink as the referee records he one, two and three! WINNER: Lilith Dormieux VIA LapidationGirl on Fire hit, and she started to celebrate her debut victory but it wasn’t quite over yet for one Alex Trixer...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:22:48 GMT -5
Aftermath Credit: Draven Rook Sweaty, tired, Lilith’s chest heaves lightly as her lungs labour from the completion against Alex Trixer. The bell has been rung, her arm has been raised and The Lapidation has been successfully hit. Alex Trixer is down and out with no signs of getting up anytime soon. A hand pressed to her chest, the referee raises her arm as she stands up to her feet. She flings both arms up to celebrate as Draven joins her for a post-match celebration. Of course, as they celebrate they practically get booed out of the ring as a result. Draven and Lilith do not seem to care and Lilith has absolutely no consideration at all as she is pleased to be praised by her father Draven. She squats down again after celebration is apt enough and Draven as normal takes centre stage requesting a microphone from Phillip Jones.
The Priest asked and he will receive as promptly he’s given the microphone. Accepting it gently, with a grin on his face he walks to the centre of the ring, cane in hand. As he does this, Girl on Fire stops playing and everyone listens into what Draven has to say.McNally: ”Here we go!”Edison: ”Another monologue? So soon? Surprising that one man has so much to say.”Draven clears his throat, dusts off his robe and then begins his address very obviously happy..Draven Rook: ”Tonight, in the debut contest of Lilith Dormieux we saw what I promised in the form of a flying colour victory for my dearest child! For that, she deserves praise! Come one, come all, give the young lady a round of applause for her efforts tonight!”Some comply and give her fair props, breaking into a round of applause for the beauty but others stick to their guns and continue to boo the tandem. Draven allows a smile of satisfaction for those that do comply to his requests.Draven Rook: ”However, there is still work that needs be done! See, Garrison and Alexander Trixer were ONLY the beginning! For you see, the mightiest of completion stands on the path ahead. On some days, we will bathe in the calm ocean of victory and in others we shall walk through the fires of defeat but on this day we stand victorious starting us with great pace towards an ideal, NEW Alpha Championship Wrestling ! Under my lead, we shall see brighter, BETTER days for ACW without sin and corruption! Tonight was only the start of our crusade but Alexander is the model of our first artistic piece so with that... I say with no reluctance that he HAS to be made an example of. Lilith?Lilith pulls out her zebra handcuffs as the crowd expect another voracious assault from her. Rolling Alex onto his front and cuffing his arms behind his back like a skilled policewoman, she smiles at the camera wickedly as she does so while Draven continues on a speech.Draven Rook: ”See, word of the people have indicated that although I conduct myself as a spokesperson for God I am too cowardly to act upon my aspirations but this just SIMPLY isn’t the case now. In fact, I feel insulted that people think I am to put it in simple terms “all sizzle and no steak” but tonight the example that will be made is quite simply that I am NOT just a mouthpiece. Lilith, is the sacrifice prepared?Lilith nods silently in agreement with a dark, seductive expression on her face. She stands upright and walks over to Draven wrapping her arms around his neck much like she did in the prelude to this match. She fumbles with his collar.Draven Rook: ”You see my children? THIS is obedience. This woman, a daughter in the eyes of our lord Jesus Christ is the perfect example of what every man, woman and child in the audience tonight should be like! I talk of examples, she shows exemplary behaviour in everything she does as it is always in total obedience to me. She is eternally in servitude to me and by doing so she’ll be guaranteed a palatial suite in Heaven fit for the grandest of royalty! Now, as examples go she is a true marvel for The Lord but I on the other hand am NOT an outspoken pacifist who uses others to do my dirty work.”Lilith pulls the robes of Draven back, his arms going limp so she can pull it off efficiently. Underneath his robes is quite the opposite of what anyone in attendance was expecting. Most had expected a frail bible-basher with a tendency to not shut the fuck up, but in fact underneath was a built and dangerous body. He wasn’t particularly huge but he had a very clear six-pack and well defined pecs, arms which were bulky and strong as well as very broad shoulders. The same could be assumed for his legs, though they were covered with black cargo trousers and a pair of solid black military boots. He was ready to fight.Draven Rook: ”See, unlike a lot of the overly fed slack-brained philistines in the arena tonight I stand before you truly blessed by our Lord. I have been gifted with a body that common women crave after for the sexual thrills of post-marital life and though I am flattered that a lot of women find me attractive my body is reserved ONLY for God. Admire if you wish, but pride and lust are sins stripped of my body since birth. The only pride I hold is the pride in my beliefs and my certainty in my path to Heaven! Now as I stand before you, bare-chested and ready for combat like a wild animal I leave you with ONE simple sentence to keep in mind for the coming weeks. THIS IS JUST. THE BEGINNING!”With that, he thrusts his chest out and bellows to the sky as if he’s trying to be heard in Heaven. The microphone hits the floor as he lets out a primal scream audible all around the world and before Alex Trixer knows it he’s slapped in the most vicious Ankle Lock you’ve ever seen with Draven wrenching and snapping like a wild animal his only aim to kill. Alex flails and screams in agony but due to the handcuffs he can’t submit or escape, only yell.Alex Trixer: “ARRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!! LET GO!!! LET GO!!! IT’S GONNA’ BREAK!” Draven Rook: ”REPENT! REPENT!!! PRAISE ME AS YOUR LEADER ALEXANDER! PRAISE ME, DRAVEN ROOK AS YOUR GUIDING LIGHT TO SALVATION! REPENT FOR YOUR SINS, REPEEEEEENNNNNTTTTTTTT-ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”~!~CRACK~!~ The ankle simply can’t take any more pressure and it snaps like a twig. Draven continues to apply pressure sa the screaming reaches it’s peak, Lilith doing nothing but laughing at her master’s brutality. The crowd are highly disgusted as to what Draven is done, but are also highly impressed at his credentials even if he’s using a malicious stage to showcase them. Alex goes white in the face as all of the blood drains from his face and he goes to shock.McNally: ”LET HIM GO you animal! What the Hell are you doing to that poor man?!”Edison: ”He’s making a horrifying example of what’s to come to anyone that tries to cross this BRUTAL and EVIL man! I thought he was just a bitter old priest but this man has evil intentions and he knows EXACTLY how to get them!”McNally: ”Through brutish, cheap, guerrilla tactics! That war cry, his plans for domination! I almost saw a reflection of ACW alumni Ross Lambert in those eyes when he applied that submission and Lord knows he was a DANGEROUS character!”Edison: ”The difference with that though is that Ross had a political agenda and at least a merciful side to him especially in regards to his treatment of women, I mean the man treated Charlotte King like royalty in his interviews! Ross had some people that he respected and treated well, this man has no political baggage and a totally clean slate. He knows nobody, he is without history and so he isn’t tied down in what he can do! He’s a free man and he plans to take this place as his own! I dread to think of what’ll happen when Draven finally steps into the ring!”McNally: ”A scary thought indeed, time will tell where he goes from here!”Draven Rook: ”THAT ALEXANDER is not even a fraction of your punishments in Hell! You repent, throw yourself before God and BEG for salvation or you’ll be damned to an eternity of suffering! Good DAY!””Apocalypse” by Jesper Kyd hits and the two leave Alex, broken-ankle in the centre of the ring as they leave for the stage. The screen turns black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:23:07 GMT -5
Saved for Panther
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:23:40 GMT -5
Prove Your Worth [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] The scene opens up to the roof of the ACW arena, where Vortex can be seen standing pondering his match later on this evening. Always the opportunist, Kevin Anderson comes running out of the arena’s roof exit towards Vortex. Vortex does not turn—as he hears the sound of the door opening—instead he merely addresses Anderson who is now halfway across the roof.Vortex: Anderson.Kevin: Vortex! I have been looking all over for you! Vortex: I had a feeling that you were. Vortex now turns and looks at Kevin. As Vortex is standing on the roof ledge, he is higher than Kevin, and casts a large shadow over the man. Kevin seems unfazed by this, and holds out his microphone for an interview.Kevin: So, back to back title defenses. How do you feel about this? Vortex: If it is Entertaining, then I am all for it. To tell you the truth, I don’t know why management is having me prove my worth here tonight. I’m the champion, they know what I can do. Kevin: Well this is our first night of Wednesday Warfare, so ACW is cutting back in all respects. Vortex glares at Kevin, and shifts his weight a little, causing the shadow to flutter.Vortex: I highly doubt I’m near the chopping block. I’ll compete in the match—and win—however, I am honestly sick of these normal title defenses. It isn’t Entertaining. That’s why I am sure that all your blogging efforts will come to frustration. I want my title defense at Samhain to be Entertaining, and to do that, I need lots of hype surrounding it. Kevin: About that… Vortex’s eyes shoot wide and he grabs Kevin by the lapel. Kevin lets out a tiny squeak as Vortex shifts him from the safety of the roof to dangling in mid-air high above the ground below.Vortex: You ARE blogging right? I’d hate to have to create hype for myself by dropping you. Vortex lifts Kevin up and down, and Kevin begins hollering for mercy. Kevin: PUT ME DOWN! I’M BLOGGING! I’M BLOGGING! Vortex laughs aloud and tosses Kevin backward onto the roof, where he hits the ground with a large thud. Vortex: Good. I want you to make special note of my match tonight, for it is both my second title defense and my first back-to-back title defense. Whoever my opponent is later this month will know that I am not just some idle champion, and that I have the ability to defend my title no matter what is thrown at me. Kevin: …noted. Kevin pulls out his iPhone and begins typing Vortex’s words into it. Vortex smiles and gazes up at the sky, the wind softly blowing his coat around.Vortex: Life is change Kevin. Kevin looks up a little puzzled at Vortex’s sudden insightful quip. Vortex says no more instead he looks at Kevin and jumps backward off the roof. Kevin: Vo…VORTEX? Kevin scrambles to his feet and rushes over to the edge, expecting to find Vortex splattered all over the ground below. Instead, Kevin looks down to find a bungee cord wrapped around the roof support, and Vortex hanging from it upside down much like a…Vortex: BAT! Yeah…that. Kevin continues to look puzzled at Vortex who is now screaming random things about bats, and Kevin wonders how much sanity the champion really has left. Kevin: Do…do you want help up? Vortex: NO! I WANT WAFFLES! GO…GO TO THE KITCHEN NOW! Kevin shrugs and begins walking away, finding it more logical to flee rather than deal with Vortex’s ramblings. As Kevin exits the roof, the bungee cord Vortex is hanging from begins to shake, as Vortex begins climbing back up to the rooftop. Rather mystically, Eye of the Tiger by Survivor begins to play, and as Vortex makes his climb back to the rooftop he sings along: Vortex: Risin' up, back on the street… Vortex places two feet on the wall of the arena, and climbs a bit higher.Vortex: Did my time, took my chances…Vortex climbs a little higher, almost back to the ledge.Vortex: Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet! Vortex climbs onto the ledge of the roof and completes the next line of the chorus in a very off tune manor. Instead of singing more, he kneels on the roof and waits for the chorus to kick in.Vortex: It's the eye of the tiger, it's the cream of the fight! Vortex does a flipping cartwheel off the ledge onto the rooftop.Vortex: Risin' up to the challenge of our rival…Vortex crouches.Vortex: And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night! Vortex runs across the rooftop towards the door and does a forward roll.Vortex: And he's watchin' us all...IN THE EYYYEEEE...of the tiger…tiger…tiger….Vortex trails off as he comes to the rooftop door, and the music slowly begins to fade away. Vortex goes to open the door and finds Kevin crouching behind it, having recorded the whole thing with his phone. Vortex: Did you see that? DID YOU BLOG ABOUT THAT? I’D LIKE TO SEE SENATOR DO THAT! Vortex kicks Kevin in the chest and as he tumbles down the stairs the camera fades to black.
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------------------------------- Segment: The Circus Is In Town (Credit: Yoko / Sarin) Hammers hurt.
Yoko has recently learned this at the hands of Rena, something Sarin will never let her live down.Sarin: You got floored by Rena. Case in point.Yoko: God, shut up! Sarin: After years of playing croquet with everyones' skulls, how does it feel? The ironing is delicious. Yoko: I'm glad my suffering is so entertaining to you. Sarin: It's just funny because Rena did it. Yoko: What I do to her will be even funnier. Sarin: I'd just let it go. That kind of bravery should be rewarded. Yoko: Bravery? There were like ten carnival freaks! Sarin: Oh, they were just props. She was being theatrical or something. It's Rena, come on. Yoko: You don't get it, do you? Rena's not a joke. We were friends once, I know what's going on in her head. Sarin: Which is why you perfectly dodged that hammer strike? I spent time with her too, you know. Yoko: My point is that something is different, she's more unpredictable. If she's coming for us, we need to take this seriously. Sarin: She doesn't even have a partner, Yoko. Unless she has a circus freak prodigy. Maybe she's got Siamese twins! Yoko: Argh. I need some air. Come get me when you're ready to stop joking around. Sarin: Ok ok, I'm sorry. Yoko either doesn't hear her or pretends not to, and continues on her way.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:25:15 GMT -5
“BUDGET CUTS” Credit: Trent Wheeler, High Roller [The tension backstage is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Nervousness and apprehension linger in the air as all who heard Ginger’s words worry about their future with the company. While it may be sports entertainment, ACW at its heart is just yet another American business struggling in this recession laden economy. From West Coast to East Coast, businesses across the country are downsizing and now ACW has just leapt on the bandwagon. Gingerdude has already cut one show, what or more importantly, who, is to follow? Two men who feel effected more than most are the newcomers Trent Wheeler and High Roller. While they may both bleed this industry, the fact remains is that neither has any seniority worth talking about. Surely if cuts come, they stand near the front of the line. Tonight they come together by random booking but will soon find out they have a lot more in common than being placed in the same match. Coming face to face behind the stage before their match, a brotherly bond begins to take root as they face the unknown together.] High Roller: Tightin dose boot laces and wrap dem wrists, it looks like we gunna be a team tonite, strang’ah!Trent Wheeler: You got that right. Though I better take it easy on the tape. After what I just heard, I wonder if I’ll even have a job after tonight.High Roller: Now dats no way to look at thangs, mon cher. Now I may not be the best listener in da world, but if I heard da boss correctly he pretty much say only da strong be survivin from here on out. Now I dun know you that well, but you look like one tough son of a bitch. All you gotta do is go out dare tonight and prove you belong on da rostah. Trent Wheeler: You know what, your right! I may not like the way I've lived, but, I understand how it is facing more than one person. Being in the gang taught me that. And I'll have your back one hundred percent out there.High Roller: Dats the spirit. Boy, I tell you what, I ded’nt drive thousands of miles of highways to be sent home in undah two weeks! If they want me out dis door, they are gunna have to throw me out by force! So tell me, what du you know ‘bout dese two coo-yons we be facin tonite? Trent Wheeler: They put up a good fight but rarely wrestle smart enough to make it to the finish line. From what I understand they seem to be a couple of perennial punching bags.High Roller: Den I say we aim for da rafters and swing away! Lets give dem not an inch! We ‘appen to slip up on dese boys and surely Ginger put a pink slip in our mailboxes tomorrow. Lets wrestle like der no tomorrow!Trent Wheeler: Because there might not be.High Roller: Now what I say about dose spirits! Keep dem up! We bring money into dis here company, we ain’t be gunnin nowhere. Trent Wheeler: Lets go show them what these two “curtain jerkers” can do.High Roller: By rippin dat curtain right off its hangers! Time ta roll![FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:25:51 GMT -5
Match 2: High Roller & Trent Wheeler Vs. The Southern Smashers (Credit: Red Panther)
To say this match started one sided is an understatement. Evan Dickson found himself up against Trent Wheeler and took many kicks and some slams. Dickson found no way to get too Richardson, and the onslaught from Wheeler kept coming. A few minutes in Wheeler tagged in High Roller, who kept up the attack. Dickson at last managed to tag Richardson, but he too walked into a slaughter at the hands of High Roller. High Roller got a few two counts before tagging Wheeler back in, who managed to get a late two after a Flash kick (Jumping big boot). Wheeler kept the match at his pace, too fast for the amateur style Richardson. After a close two from a jumping knee, Richardson managed too low blow Wheeler, turning the tables.
After tagging in Dickson, the Smashers double teamed Wheeler, beating him in there corner. The crowd is behind Wheeler, but can't help him as he receives multiple kicks and stomps from both Smashers. However he at last managed to get in some offense, countering a diving crossbody from Rich into a powerslam and then a Stars On The Rocks (Running elbow strike to the back of the head). Wheeler got a hot tag too High Roller, who then annihilated both Smashers. Both Smashers received a Roulette Spin (discuss lariat) and The Tilt! (Flying forearm smash) before the illegal man Rich was flung out the ring by Viva Las Vegas (Slingshot over the ropes). With rich out and Evan down, Roller rolled his dice, getting a five, signalling a Jackpot! (swinging neckbreaker). High Roller hit the move and then coved, giving his team the win.
OOC: Sorry about this match, my week has been mis planned.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:26:22 GMT -5
THE REASON [/center][/color] credit: Ringleader No one was completely sure why Rena, clad in a ringleader's uniform, had surprised Flower Power post-win with an attack against them. A day after the events at Emperor of the Ring, an e-mail was sent throughout the company which demanded the name 'Rena Matheson' no longer be used and instead she would be addressed simply as RINGLEADER. The sudden change of identity and the undeserved attack was still a mystery to fans and co-workers alike, leading to speculation and rumors that grew in both number and ridiculousness in just mere days. Still, on this cold and dreary Wednesday, the mystery had not been solved (though it was rumored Scooby Doo was still on the case).
As the curtains go up- or lights, rather - a figure is found standing before a small desk with a mirror attached. This make-shift dressing table with remarkable craftsmanship stood sturdy in the dimmed room, a powder box and an assortment of cosmetics strewn lightly over the cherry wood top. There, she was found. As she moved her head up to look in the mirror adorned with light bulbs, she placed the top hat on her head and smiled.~ KNOCK KNOCK ~ Fixing her hair quickly, she opened the scarlet red tube of lipstick and pressed it against her bottom lip, lifting it off gently to call out:RINGLEADER:It's open. Going back to her lips, she awaited the door to open to find a man that she had called just a day ago. Just as she began to smack her lips together and fix any smudges, the door opened slowly. In strolled a chubby man with a camera, smiling nervously as he closed the door behinf him.CAMERAMAN: hi ... Re-ingleader. RINGLEADER:My darling, Charles ... I called you yesterday and you still can't get my name right? CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: Well, you kinda changed it out of nowhere. RINGLEADER:Now, now, Charles. You had a full 24 hours to make sure you had my name right, and you didn't even do that. That's a naughty boy, isn't it? CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: ... why are you speaking in a British accent? You're a New Yorker. RINGLEADER:Oh, isn't it fetching? I figured if Madonna can fluctuate between American and British, I certainly can do it. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: so is it THE Ringleader, Ringleader Rena or just Ringleader. RINGLEADER:Just Ringleader. It does have a sort of ring to it, don't you think? She laughed at her own joke alone, clutching her chest and leaning back on her stool as she laughed in a stereotypical Birtish High-Class manner. Charlie only added a small nervous laugh out of obligation at the end. There was a short pause afterwards.RINGLEADER:So let's start this interview. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: Actually, I was on my way to come shoot you but Gingerdude told me that with all these cutbacks we just can't go and shoot whoever wants to be shot. RINGLEADER:Oh, what a silly man you are. Clearly you did not mention that you were shooting me. If you had, then what you just said didn't even had to come out of your mouth. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: W-we-well that's the thing, Ringleader. I told him it was for you and he still told me not to shoot. I just came here to tell you the news and apologize. RINGLEADER:Oh, don't be silly. Just roll your little cameras or whatever you do. C'mon, hop to it! CAMERMAN CHARLIE: Look, I'm sorry Rena, but- RINGLEADER:I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME BY THAT NAME! Her manners had dissapeared, throwing Charlie down to the floor, and evidently her accent as well, spewing out her anger with the force of a New Yorker. As Charlie stared at Ringleader, the way Bambi may have looked upon the killers of his mother, Ringleader collected herself by exhaling loudly and smiled.RINGLEADER:Dear Charlie, forgive me for that. The accent was back.RINGLEADER:Now, just get comfortable and we are going to talk about why I attacked Yoko just a few days ago. And you are going to film this. Do you understand? CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: Ringleader, I don't want Gingerdude to be angry- RINGLEADER:I said do you understand? CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: ... yes. RINGLEADER:Good, now tell me when you're ready. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: I am whenever you are, Ringleader. RINGLEADER:Good. Just one moment. Ringleader swiveled around in her stool to give herself on more look in the mirror. Flawless. Standing up, both the camera and Charlie could view her entire outfit for the night. She was wearing a top hat adorned with black veil fabric tied in a bow and waving out from the middle of the ribbon belt around the base of the hat. She was wearing the normal red ringleader's coat adorned with black fur on the shoulders and black short shorts instead of the typical pants, completing her outfit with knee-high leather stiletto boots. Clasping her hands together, she smiled to the camera as Charlie gave her the go-ahead thumbs up.RINGLEADER:Good evening, ACW. I am the entertaining, the glorious, the one and only Ringleader. I trust by now that you have been wondering a fair bit about me and how I came to attack Yoko on the moment of her success at Emperor of the Ring. Ringleader had gracefully glided towards a chaise and sat down, crossing her legs.RINGLEADER:There are a few things you may not know about Yoko, Sarin and I. Actually, let me rephrase that. There are thing you don't know about us three girls. I bet you'd like to know, wouldn't you? Well, I'll save the long stories for another day, perhaps. Just know that I had a very good reason for attacking Yoko, and in due time I might add. To give you the reader's digest version, Yoko, Sarin and I were once friends. And then, as time went by, our friendship became strained and somehow I was left in the dust. Now, I understand this is quite vague, however I trust that in time you will come to understand that what I did and why I did it has a purpose. You will understand, ACW, I guarantee it. She sat glaring to the camera until Charlie took it off his shoulder, grunting as he threw it into his bag.CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: All finished. RINGLEADER:Thank you so much, Charles. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: I'm going to slip this to creative and hopefully bypass Gingerdude. RINGLEADER:Yes, that probably would be the smartest choice. Now, if he does find out and gives you any flack, just let me know and I'll handle it. Lest we forget I also own a few shares in this company. That should mean something around here. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: Yeah, well this whole recession thing has got him spooked these days. That's why we've gone to a one day a week show, you know? RINGLEADER:Yes, I heard. Well, at any rate, I must be going soon. You know your way out, I presume. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: You know what happens when you presume- RINGLEADER:Oh, Charles. That didn't work then, and it certainly won't work now. CAMERAMAN CHARLIE: right. Swallowing saliva and his pride, Charlie got up from the couch he had nestled in and left using the door he had come from. Ringleader got up from her chaise and sat back down at her stool, staring into the mirror.RINGLEADER:Oh yes, ACW, you will see. Those cunts will pay. Oh, cunt just sounds so fetching in a British accent! After clapping once in delight, Rena grabbed the puffy pad from her powder box and lightly patted it on her face, humming a song as she did so.[curtain down] [[OOC NOTE:: Senator, you have been a great competitor in these many years of service in ACW. I have had the pleasure of being your girlfriend, fiance, confidant and friend through my 4 years here and working with you has been a fresh and wonderful experience. You and I continue to have our random late-night chats on AIM, something I enjoy and look forward to when I find you online. I am sad that your amazing, creative and refreshing contributions here have come to an end creatively, but I know that perhaps one day we may see Senator raise his hand in victory once again- with or without a walker (I'm not sure which would be more entertaining). Congratulations on your well-deserved title run, and I'm sorry that some people tried to take away your credibility as an amazing person, writer and contributor to this crazy family. I have had many great memories here, and you have been cemented in my mind as one of the people who have made my time here in ACW so great and fun. Thank you for supporting me, giving great advice, letting me vent to you, giving me something entertaining to read (when I do decide to do such a thing) and goodnight. love, Rena/Cody]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:26:55 GMT -5
Segment: Take me to the hospital (Credit: The Red Panther)
Our scene opens to the backstage area where Gary is working out. Gary has not had a good time during the past thirty days or so, from an attack by Thunderkiss to a brutal assault by Lilith Dormieux and Draven Rook last Sunday. Tonight the veteran is in the ACW arena, as normal. Some believe he lives there, some believe he just likes being on TV. Whatever the reason, Gary is backstage working out despite not having a match. Gary is lifting a large dumbbell, laying on his back for the best lift. He has on a pair of tracksuit pants and a white tank top. "Eye Of The Tiger" is playing behind him, maybe as a tribute to Senator who recently retired.
Gary: Risin' up, back on the streets... (oh come on, you know the rest)
However he made a fatal mistake in ACW: Leaving the door open. In walks two men, The Red Panther and Tartarus Kreed. Kreed is new to ACW, making his debut last Sunday, attacking Jimmy Winner after Winner's and Panther's MMA rules match ended in double TKO. He has on a pair on tracksuit pants, and white t-shirt and black boots. On his face is a tattoo, looking like warrior pain against his dark skin. He is massive, standing at 6'5 and 217 pounds. Gary hears Tartarus' heavy steps but keeps lifting.
Gary: Hey, who's there?
Instead of answering, the two men stand either side of the bench. Panther clicks his fingers and Tartarus steps over the bench. Kreed pushes the weight down suddenly, choking the jobber. Within about thirty seconds Gary is out of it, his face purple. Tartarus lifts the weight with ease and tosses it through the wall. Panther picks up the well placed camera on the side and hands it too Kreed, who surveys the KOd Gary. Panther turns off the CD player and checks Gary who is out of it for sure. Panther poses in front of Gary sarcastically and then starts talking.
Panther: You may be wondering why me and my friend Tartarus Kreed just did what we did. Well, many people have been asking why I call Kreed here "Secret Weapon X", seeing how all he did was KO a man who had faced a savage beating from yours truly. I think this shows you some more of his strength, choking out a man with ease. Never underestimate a man like this, he WILL destroy you. Kreed will take on all-comers, so be ready ACW.
Now I must turn my attention too Jimmy Winner. Jimmy, you escaped with just a few cuts last Sunday, but next time you will not be so lucky. Now let me make this clear. Not only am I hunting you down, Tartarus Kreed is. And you know what? Kreed is blood thirsty. Now how about this Jimmy: You step up and face Kreed, or we WILL annihilate you, inside or outside the ring.
With that Panther turns to Gary.
Panther: Well, better send out a message so people know you may need some attention. Tartarus, you have what we need?
Kreed pulls out a small knife. He cuts Gary's hand and dips his fingers into it. Slowly the monster writes "Take me to the hospital" in blood on Gary's forehead. He smiles at his work: an unconscious Gary left bleeding. Panther grabs Gary's wallet out of his pocket and then beckons to kreed. the two leave, a point proved: Don't mess with The Red Panther.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Oct 7, 2009 16:27:22 GMT -5
Segment: Torch (Credit: Michael Smart) The scene opens up with a shot of a hallway. Walking down the hallway is a man wearing black jacket, a dark green shirt underneath and blue jeans. The man is carrying a gym bag. As the man walks closer and closer to the camera, it becomes apparent that the man is Michael Smart. Eventually he stops in front of a door to his locker room, but is stopped by a shout.: There you are!The camera pans back as Daniel Smart runs into the shot, wearing an orange shirt and dark purple jeans. Michael stops in his tracks to let Daniel speak.Daniel Smart: I've been looking for you everywhere, where did you disappear?Michael Smart: I didn't disappear anywhere, you did. We came here in the same car, but you ran far ahead of me for some reason.Daniel Smart: ...Oh! Sorry, I'm just so excited for tonight! This is history we're witnessing tonight! For years ACW has run two TV shows a week, but now it's down to one!Michael Smart: Which means less need for a big roster, or in other words more of a chance of getting fired.Michael opens the door and gets inside. Daniel stays still, standing silently for a second, before following him to the locker room.Daniel Smart: Oh, don't be like that! You're not getting canned!Michael sets the gym bag down on a bench, taking off his jacket and setting it on a nail.Michael Smart: Yeah, not right now. But who knows...Michael sits on down on the bench, next to the bag.Daniel Smart: Why do you always have to look for the dark center of the cloud with a silver lining? Days like these are to be celebrated! Besides, you have a match tonight, you should concentrate on that instead.Michael Smart: Believe me, I am. Chris Phenomenal... when you need to face someone like him, it's hard to think about anything else.Daniel Smart: Why so?Michael Smart: Have you seen the guy? He's a big guy, and skilled to boot. Not to mention...Daniel Smart: Not to mention him beating the Senator last weekend.Michael Smart: Yeah.Michael grabs the zipper of the gym bag, opening it.Daniel Smart: Alright, it's decided! You're kicking Chris Phenomenal's ass!Michael Smart: Uh...Daniel Smart: I liked the Senator! I mean, having a representative of your state working in the same place you do... what could be more awesome?Michael Smart: Yeah, I know...Daniel Smart: So as a fellow Illinoisian, it is your responsibility to avenge his defeat!Michael Smart: Huh? What's there to avenge? I'm pretty sure he would've retired, win or lose.Daniel Smart: But for this great man's career to end on a loss? It's a travesty. Tonight you will act as the representative of the state of Illinois and defeat Chris Phenomenal to celebrate the career of Senator Steve Phillips!Michael Smart: Losing your last match is not shameful, it's just passing on the torch, showing that new blood has surpassed the veteran.Daniel Smart: Yeah? Then I want you to have the torch!Michael Smart: Huh?Daniel Smart: You will beat Chris Phenomenal tonight and take the torch from him!Michael Smart: It's a metaphorical torch, Daniel.Daniel Smart: Then you'll take the metaphorical torch from him!Michael Smart: It doesn't work like tha...Daniel Smart: You will take the torch and metaphorically set Phenomenal on fire with it!Michael Smart: This is starting to get creepy, I'm not doing that!Daniel Smart: Fine, let's compromise; you will face Chris Phenomenal in a match tonight. Deal?Michael Smart: Uh... yeah?Daniel Smart: Yeah! Got you to do what I say!Daniel Smart: Sure you were, cousin, sure you were.Michael Smart: ...Michael decides that it's better to stay silent and instead prepare for the match. He takes his ring gear out of the gym bag as the scene fades to black.OOC: Now, I never got to work with Senator, nor have I really interacted with him much, so this probably won't be as long a speech as many others have. Senator, I have to recognize that you are one of the hardest working members of ACW, reading every segment put out on the shows. That's a huge responsibility not everyone could handle. That, along with your tremendous writing skills make you one of the greatest e-fedders I have witnessed during my two-year run. Thank you for being a vital member in keeping ACW running strong.
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