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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:35:53 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 4th November 2009
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Criminal Vs. Alex Trixer
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Run Away Vs. Lilith Dormieux
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The Red Panther Vs. Trent Wheeler
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THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY MATCH Thunderkiss Vs. Rich Richardson
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MAIN EVENT ACW International Championship Chris Phenomenal vs Jonny Spade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:38:07 GMT -5
Samhain is over; and the events of that night have spooked more than a few of the people in ACW, not to mention the fans.
As the show gets underway, there is an air of excitement and also tension; several matters hang unresolved. And in ACW, few things are ever resolved without a few tears, or even a little blood, being shed...
We cut straight to the backstage, where things are already heating up...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:38:38 GMT -5
Title: Play Spades to Start Credit: Jonny Spade and Chris Phenomenal
The scene starts up with Jonny Spade walking down the hallways of the ACW arena with a big smile on his face, it seems pretty obvious that he is still on an emotional high from his win against High Roller at the pay per view last weekend, Damien is with him also looking visibility annoyed.
Jonny: Did you see what I did to him? He was like “Oh no, no don’t hurt me!” And I was all like “Sorry dude you brought this onto yourself.” PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! And that’s what he got for accusing me of being a cheater.
Damien: But you DID cheat.
Jonny: Yes but he didn’t know that.
Damien: Yes. He did. That’s how the whole thing started.
Jonny: Damien, stop being such a Debby Downer.
Damien: Who?
Jonny: *Facepalm* But in any case this win just gave me new found courage to take on all new comers no matter the size or ugliness of the person.
Jonny looks down the hallway and sees someone standing around talking to someone which catches his attention.
Jonny: Case in point…Hey CP!
The man looks up and indeed it is Chris Phenomenal standing there, Jonny begins to make his way over to Chris who motions for the man he was talking to, to leave as he anticipates this to get ugly quickly.
Jonny: What the hell man? Why did you ditch me during the match last Wednesday?
Chris: Because I had things to take care of, didn’t you see?
Jonny: I don’t care what you had to do, what happened to MSA 4 life? You watch my back and I watch yours.
Chris: But I was taking care ---
Jonny: I don’t care if you had to take care of the brawd, if you focused on the match, you wouldn’t have been knocked out by the Roulette Spin and I wouldn’t have lost the match.
Then, as if Jonny's bad mouthing were to trigger something in Chris, Chris talks back to Jonny giving him a taste of his own medicine.
Chris: ...Typical Jonny.
Jonny: Excuse me?
Chris: Don’t bullshit me, ya heard. Ever since the days of old Mega Star Alliance, you’ve always looking to put the blame on somebody else and never on YOURSELF. Now I can see how you won the tag belt so many time. G-Unit had Gooey as your life-line that got you the wins, and Jake had gotten you the wins in those tag team reigns. You my friend were only there for the ride since they can't give the tag belts to only one person.
Jonny's face begins to turn read in anger from CP's comments.
Jonny: Is that so?
Chris: Care to prove me otherwise?
Jonny: I bet that I can kick YOUR ass.
Chris: Really? Really?
Jonny: Yes, yes it is. Anywhere at anytime.
Chris: Lets put your money where your mouth is. How ‘bout a match tonight, you and I, one on one, without this chump.
Chris turns and looks at Damien before turning back to Jonny.
Jonny: For your title.
Jonny pokes the belt thats strapped on his shoulder.
Chris: Common Jonny, for real? You get one singles win over some riverboat gambler and you think you’re hot enough for the ACW International Title.
Jonny: What you scared?
Damien begins to dance around like a chicken.
Chris: Alright, you want it, you got it. I’ll send the San Diego Chicken here your ashes in a matchbox.
As Damien clucks once at Chris, he just shakes his head, walking away, to the pleasure of Jonny and Damien who high five each other and walk off casually to end off the scene.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:39:03 GMT -5
Segment: Interview with the Criminal (Credit: Criminal)
The camera comes back from a commercial break. It shows a nice, shiny black sports car pulling up to the arena. The crowd gives
a mixed reaction not sure as to who this could be. The camera watches as you see the vehicle park, and watch as security gaurds
surround it in wonder... Criminal emerges from the car looking at all the security.
Criminal: Well i can see that the ACW made sure that this place is highly secured, that makes me feel a little more safe.
security: well sir we are not hired by the ACW we are hired by the arena in which they are hosting tonights event.
criminal then grabs his bags out of the car and alarms the vehicle.
Criminal: i will be sure to let your supervisor know just how great of a job you are doing. I as well as the rest of the ACW roster know how hard it is to find good help. You never know if the people will show up, or just blow you off in hopes that you terminate them and they can sit back and get paid for doing absolutely nothing, i swear that this world is full of lazy people that don't want to work for anything and get paid for it.
criminal proceeds to enter the building.
security: sir we need to see your name badge to make sure that you are a part of the ACW roster before we allow you to enter the building. It's just a security measure to ensure that no one that is not suppose to be in the backstage makes their way back there. well, and no offense but i have never seen you before in the ACW so i think i need to make sure.
criminal has a frustrated look on his face as he begins to look through his bags for his name badge
Criminal: I have never been through such a hassle in my life. Even being in the ring, and going through the airport to make it here, you guys are still my biggest hassle. Here it is, look, criminal ACW superstar, just like i was telling you before you stopped me thinking that just because you carry a badge you can hassle everyone, now may i proceed i would like to get ready for my match.
Security: yes, everything checks out you are free to continue. Good luck with your match tonight.
criminal nods, while rolling his eyes in frustration. he turns around and opens the door letting it slam behind him. As he proceeds to the locker room he is stopped by a woman that he has never seen before.
the man: Criminal, I am Charlotte King, could i have a few words with you.
criminal: all i wanted was to come here tonight to prove myself to the ACW world, and make it to where they are able to see my real talent, but i just got through the damn security in the parking lot, and now you. Will i ever be able to prepare before my match. Hell, go ahead ask away.
Criminal drops her bag on the floor and awaits for the questions to start rolling in.
Charlotte: Criminal, you have just made you debut at the last PPV, and already you are placed in a match what are your thoughts?
criminal: my thoughts? i am placed in a match against someone that i have never even heard of or seen in the federation, hell i can't even remember his name... what was it...hmmm...
charlotte cuts criminal off to help jog his memory a little bit
charlotte: i'm pretty sure that his name was alex trixer.
Criminal: That's right... alex trixer, who is he? is he even here?[/blue]
charlotte: yes he is, i saw him enter the arena earlier.
Criminal: well thats a good thing, i was afraid that i would get all prepared and make my way out to the ring, in front of all of these ACW fans, and then just have to disappoint them, because my opponent didn't show up, making me win by default. This must be the bottom of the barrel that every ACW superstar starts out at. I am sure that my rise to the top will be a lot easier than expected. Just like i said in my debut i will concour all of the stepping stones in my way to the championships that will be mine eventually. charlotte you are going to be my witness as i rise to the occassion, and prove myself as the greatest of all time. I may be new here, and this may be my first match on wednesday night warfare, but this is not my first time in a ring. This will not be any where close to the last time i am in a ring, and i am going to make damn sure that i DO NOT lose my debut match in the ACW. Now if you have any more questions can we make this quick, because i have a lot of training i need to do before my match.
charlotte: Last question, this is your debut match, are you nervous, are you even in the right state of mind to compete here tonight.
Criminal: Are you being serious with me? How would i not be in the right state of mind? I haven't even been in the ring yet to even get injured, or have i been here long enough to make any enemies. My entire focus tonight is on my opponent Alex Trixer. Nervous though, of course i'm nervous this is my time to shine, this is my time to get of the lower mid card, and prove that i am better than most if not all of the superstars here. it doesn't matter how nervous i am because once my music plays, and once i step out into the ring all my fears will be left in the backstage. All i will see is my and my opponent, and i will not stop fighting until the ref counts the 1..2..3.. Now charlotte it was nice talking to you but i really need to get ready for my match.
Criminal picks up his bag and walks away. the camera shows charlotte standing there with the microphone in her hand. After a few seconds the scene fades.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:39:31 GMT -5
Segment: Aftermath of TLC & address of tonights match in a few paragraphs (Credit: The Red Panther)
Our scene is backstage, were The Red Panther is standing in front of a wall. He has a microphone.
Panther: Hello ACW! You are looking at the man who, last Saturday, defeated Jimmy Winner and permanently removed his sorry ass from Alpha Championship Wrestling in a TLC match! He was a thorn in my side for around two months, and at last he is gone. Now I can move onto more pressing matters, such as the entertainment title, and in the short term, my match against Trent Wheeler. Now Trent, I know you are watching this, so let me make this clear. There is no place in wrestling for fresh out of rehab street fighter. Yes, you may be able to beat the average fool out on the streets, but this isn't the streets of Florida. This is Alpha Championship Wrestling! Tonight I will show all of ACW a fact; people like you can throw punches, but can't wrestle.
It is true. You can't put people in submissions or wrestle people to the mat, you just land a few punches on some weak wannabee fighter and act like mr big shot. Well I got news for you, tonight I am going to make you tap out and destroy that ego of yours. In my short ACW career I have fought proper wrestlers many times, and won many times. What trouble could I have fighting you, Trent? Just give up now, save yourself a broken arm. It would be easier for both of us, you would get the pros already mentioned, and I can move on to real challenges like title matches. Think about it, go home.
Panther looks into the camera hard for a few seconds before throwing down the microphone and walking away as we fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:40:46 GMT -5
Match 1:Criminal Vs. Alex Trixer (Credit: Senator)
As the show continues, we head down to the ring, where Alex Trixer and an ACW newcomer, Criminal stand face to face, with Carter Donovan waiting to start the proceedings. The ACW audience seems rather apprehensive about the newcomer, but nevertheless, there is a definite mix of tension and excitement in the air in the moments before the beginning of the match.
Shortly, the bell rings, and Alex Trixer takes his opening gambit...by disdainfully slapping Criminal in the face. Unfortunately for the hapless veteran, the slap is instantly answered with a fierce forearm, and a whip into the corner. Not wasting any time, Criminal hoists Trixer onto the turnbuckles, seating him facing away from the ring, before walking to the opposite corner. In an amazing show of agility, the newcomer then leaps onto the top rope, running all the way across to deliver a startling hurricanrana straight off the top, sending both men crashing to the outside, and Eddie Edison yelling at the top of his lungs. Criminal gets up surprisingly quickly, rolling back into the ring, running against the ropes, and running back with a spectacular handspring plancha, flying out of the ring once more, and wiping Trixer out just as he tries to get up.
Trixer, sensing desperation as he rises, reaches under the ring, and nearly hits Criminal with a thrown chair, which ends up in the ring. Criminal, who had ducked the chair, reaches out and pulls Trixer up onto the apron, but receives an eye rake for his troubles. Grumbling to himself, Alex Trixer springs off the top rope...only to be caught in mid air with a front spinebuster, nearly driven through the mat! Before his opponent can move, Trixer reaches over, and sets the chair up in front of him, running back off the ropes, and returning, taking a step off the chair to fly into a low angle shooting star press, landing perfectly on the impact with the move entitled the Bank Vault! Criminal managed a two count out of the move, but declined the win by lifting Trixer’s shoulder off the mat, instead exiting the ring to the apron, awaiting his opponent’s rise to his feet. When Trixer finally does stand up, Criminal instantly propels himself off the apron with a big slingshot, shooting past his opponent, catching him with a facelock on the way down, hitting a nasty RKO variation, called the Heist. From there, the pinfall ends up as an academic matter as Criminal decides to stick with the three this time, and shortly later has his hand raised to the sky as he celebrates his first win in ACW, surely catching the eye of management with his impressive showing.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:41:18 GMT -5
Consolation Jack Jefferson / Jonny Hughes
Jefferson is alone in his locker room. Since the Samhain PPV he’s not felt like himself at all, he’s had an emptiness in the pit of his stomach that he hasn’t been able to shift. He paces back and forth, replaying the dismay he felt as the bell rang and Dan White was announced the winner over and over in his mind. The anger consuming him he roars whilst lashing out and kicking over his coffee table. The glass that makes up the surface of the table shatters upon impact with the floor but Jefferson doesn’t even seem to register it, continuing to pace as the broken glass crunches under foot. He is disrupted by a sharp knock at the door, snapping his head to look towards the door with a snarl on his face. Angry, he strides over to the door and swings it open to stare at a shocked looking delivery guy. Jefferson shoots him a filthy look and continues to stare at him until he finally speaks.
Delivery Guy: Jack Jefferson?
Jefferson: Yes.
Delivery Guy: Sign here please.
He shoves a clipboard in Jefferson’s face but has to wave it slightly for him to take it.
Jefferson: What is this?
Delivery Guy: Sorry sir, I don’t know. I just deliver it; it’s not my job to ask what it is.
Jefferson: Yeah, yeah, funny guy. Now fuck off.
He thrusts the clipboard back into the guy’s hands and slams the door in his face without as much as another word. He walks into the room and places the package on his sofa, he would put it on the coffee table but it’s kind of out of commission. He opens the package up to find a briefcase and a folded up sheet of paper. On the sheet it says “Saw this and thought of you, Jonny” which brings s suspicious scowl to Jefferson’s face. He pops open the case and is greeted by the sight of a replica ACW World Heavyweight Title.
Jefferson: Sonuva BITCH!!
Jefferson completely loses it, picking up the replica title and hurling it at the wall. As it clunks onto the floor he charges over and begins stamping on it. Frenzied, he doesn’t stop until the title is reduced to a huge number of pieces. He turns around, still furious and something in the bottom of the briefcase catches his eye. It’s a picture of Jonny Hughes smiling up at him. Roaring, Jefferson proceeds to stamp the briefcase whilst yelling obscenities and vowing to kill Jonny Hughes.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:41:52 GMT -5
And I would Walk 500 Miles.... By Dave Shadow & Alicia Kitsune Defeat can be tough to swallow. There’s no denying that. But what can be even worse is when you are declared a winner and yet walk out of a contest with nothing more than you walked into it with. Such was the case on Halloween when Dave Shadow clashed with Chris Phenomenal. Dave won, but because it was via disqualification, the International Championship remained around the waist of his opponent. During the match, Dave was faced with a decision; the title or revenge. He chose the former, and still walked out without it.
This situation had left Dave in a bad mood for days now, and he had isolated himself for days following the event. Now, he was back in the ACW arena for Wednesday Night Warfare, wishing he could take more time to wallow in his own self pity. Walking along backstage, he thought to himself just how pathetic that sounded, but it was the truth.
Wandering aimlessly, trying to clear his head, he was amazed to find exactly where he had ended up. Snapping back to the real world, he noticed he was standing beside a door. An office door, to be exact. And the name on the door read “Alicia Laureano”. He grinned to himself and shook his head, before starting to continue on his travels. As he did though, the door clicked open. He stopped and looked in, as Alicia emerged from the room. As she spotted Dave, she stopped and slightly jumped back, surprised to find Dave standing directly outside her door.
Alicia: Dave, I....what’s up? Dave: Oh, nothing. I was just passing by and....coincidence, that’s all. When did you get a little box to call your own here, then?Alicia: Well, it’s probably only temporary, I’ve been doing some admin for Ginger on a part-time basis. It fits in with the other things I’ve got going on in my life, plus I only charge half of what a second full time secretary would cost. More than that, I can’t really tell you... anyway, I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been trying to get in touch since Sunday. After the medics cleared you, you seemed to disappear out of here. Dave: Wasn’t much in the mood to talk, to be honest.Alicia: I can understand that. Dave: Oh yeah, you faced Vortex. You know, for someone not on the roster full time, you sure do seem to be getting a few title shots in the last few months. First my International Championship, then Vortex and his Entertainment title. Someone is going to think you’re pulling strings round here...Alicia: Strings? Moi? You know I practically have a title allergy these days. I just like keeping you guys on your toes, and Gary out of the ER. Dave and Alicia smiled. Alicia folded her arms, as Dave looked off down the hallway.Dave: Well, listen, I’ve got to go.Alicia: Before you do, I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Chris. More specifically, I wanted to say thanks. Dave: For what?Alicia: For not caving Chris’ skull in when given the chance. For listening to me. Dave: Listen. I respect your opinion, and I value the advice you’ve given me over the last few months. But there’s something you need to realise. I didn’t “spare” because I want to help him. I didn’t hit him with the chair cause the ref was staring right at me. The plan was to take the title and beat him to a bloody pulp. When the time arose that I could only choose one of those, I chose the title. Take that, and then I can gain my final revenge afterwards, after I’ve taken the title away from him.Alicia: Regardless, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m kind of glad the match ended the way it did. Dave: Wow, how could I possibly take that the wrong way?Alicia let out a sigh, and tilted her head forward. Moving it back up, she wiped her hair from her eyes, and looked deep into Dave’s. Dave started to shuffle on the spot, seemingly a bit uncomfortable.Alicia: I know he’s done some appalling stuff. And not just to you and Jay and me. I don’t just expect you to forgive and forget. But you’ve got a World title shot coming up now. You’ve got the biggest opportunity of your life coming up, and that’s why I’ve got to ask...what’s the chance you can put the Chris Phenomenal stuff behind you for a little while? Just completely drop it from your mind and focus on your career. Dave: Honestly?Alicia: Yeah. Dave: I can’t.Alicia: Dave... Dave: No. Listen, Alicia. I can’t just let him go. I know you want to help him. I admire the fact you care about the ACW roster and crew so much, but at the same time, I refuse to sit here and try to psychoanalyse why he did what he did. He crossed a line, and regardless of why he did, he did. And I can’t just let that go. Is this thing over between me and Chris? Not by a long shot.Alicia: I was afraid you’d say that, Dave. That’s why I think I need to ask someone else to talk to you. I’ve organised someone who knows both you and Chris to come talk to you, because if you won’t listen to me.... Dave cut in, putting his hand up to stop her. Alicia paused midsentence, as Dave started talking.Dave: Listen, Alicia. As I said, I thank you for trying to help. You’ve no idea how much it means to me. But I don’t care if you’ve got the Pope, Santa Claus and my mother to come talk to me. No one is going to convince me to leave this thing with Chris. No one and nothing can possibly cause me to break my promise for revenge. I’m sorry.Alicia opened her mouth, but couldn’t think of anything else to say. Dave looked in her eyes, and deep down, felt a feeling he didn’t like. Guilt? At what? Disappointing her? Refusing to follow her advice this time? Regardless, he knew what he had to do. Alicia nodded, giving Dave his exit. He turned and continued his walk down the coridoor, as Alicia leaned against the door frame, watching him go.Alicia: I hear the Pope plays bridge on Wednesdays, as it happens. You’ll try talking to him, then? Behind her, from behind the door and out of view of the camera, a man’s voice replied back. A familiar voice to some, perhaps.
? ? ?: Yeah. I’ll head to his dressing room and see if he’s willing to talk about things to me. Alicia: Thanks. As the camera fades, the figure doesn’t reveal himself. Instead, the last image we see is Alicia continuing to lean against the door frame, staring down the hall in the direction Dave just left in, frowning.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:43:23 GMT -5
”UNPLEASANT SOCIAL SITUATIONS” Draven Rook When we return from commercial break we are shown the image of Chairman Gingerdude stood on one side of the desk, his face a picture of rage as Johnny Slayer points and yells at him. Johnny is wearing a black and red leather biker jacket and studded fingerless gloves as he conveys his rage through shouting. Seems he’s not happy. Ginger has a cream suit and red tie, visible signs of frustration as he listens to the ventilation of Slayer. Ginger just shakes his head and laughs.Johnny Slayer: “’ite DUDE! I want me a match, I don’t care who with but if you don’t gimme a match I’m gonna’ smash some shit up!” The Chairman snaps back, he does NOT take to kindly to Slayer.Chairman Gingerdude: “Excuse me? Are you THREATENING me?!” Johnny Slayer: “You’re DAMN right I AM, ASSHOLE!” Chairman Gingerdude: “You have GUTS to enter MY office and talk to me like THAT so for your insolence and downright disrespect of me and ACW I SHOULD fire you. I should cast you out here but unfortunately, I’ve already paid cash on you and I’m not wasting that! My one problem right now is that of course, next week there is nobody for you to face.” Johnny Slayer: “Say WHAT?!” Chairman Gingerdude: “I said that there is NO room on the card... not unless you can-“ With that the door bursts open and in walks Draven Rook, cloak swishing behind him as he makes a B-line for Ginger’s desk while Lilith holds onto his arm like a small child would a parent. She refuses to let go as Draven uses his free arm and cane to make gestures to state his anger.Draven Rook: ”Honourable Chairman, sire! I do believe there has been some mistake, I am OUTRIGHT refusing to pay for the damages to the vehicle in the parking lot. I was not responsible for this, in fact I have eyewitnesses that know I have not been here this entire evening!”Chairman Gingerdude: “Someone trashed my car Draven wearing robes and had long black hair, who else matches that description?” Draven Rook: ”Deception! A wolf in lamb clothing, I say! I demand YOU apologize to me at once, this is completely unacceptable!”Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] “Alright Draven? You want your apology? I want to see your commitment to ME, to show that you’re not just here for the ride and are serious you want to be on my side! You want my apology? You can earn it.” Draven Rook: ”NAY! I shall not jump through your cretinous hopes, fire-haired demon!”Chairman Gingerdude:[/color] “Hear me out Draven, listen... if you-“ Johnny Slayer: “Hello? We were in the middle of conversation! Tell these assholes to go away!” Chairman Gingerdude: “No, YOU shut up Johnny. I’M talking, Chairman Gingerdude, I RUN this show not you now be quiet and listen to what I have to say. Draven, you want to show your commitment? Fine. There will be a tag team next week, the two of you against hmm.... CORDELIA AND JACK CYDA! If you win, you shall have my apology and I will cancel the debt!” Draven Rook: ”Tempting offer Chairman but I will have to turn you down, I only compete when I feel it is necessary. I have a managerial contract!”Johnny Slayer: “So wait, these two bitches don’t even wanna compete and they get a match? For some stupid apology?! That’s BULLSHIT! I want a match! Don’t f-” Chairman Gingerdude: “Who said ANYTHING about you competing Draven? Don’t assume. I said YOU TWO.” Chairman points at Slayer and Lilith respectively, Lilith purrs casually only interested in what her master is saying and Slayer is just not happy with this at all.Johnny Slayer: “You want me to tag with THAT slut?” Draven Rook: ”Don’t talk about my child like that... you disgusting maggot-infested carcass! I will END you if you talk like that!”Chairman Gingerdude: “How about the pair of you shut up, you will both be there next week. If you don’t compete, you shall both face the consequences! Now get out of my office, I have stuff to do!” Draven and Lilith leave without a word knowing that their hands are tired and are too low down the ladder to argue with the boss. Johnny ignores hierarchy and goes to snap.Johnny Slayer: “GINGER! I-“ Chairman Gingerdude: “OUT! Lest I make it a handicap match against the two of them! Leave, NOW!” Johnny leaves in a different direction in a huff as the screen turns black.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:43:51 GMT -5
Match 2: Run Away Vs. Lilith Dormieux (Credit: Run Away)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:44:22 GMT -5
Title: Planting Seeds Credit: Trent Wheeler
Wheeler is in the locker room, warming up for his match with The Red Pather. Surprisingly, it's been pretty relaxing for Wheeler since Samhain. Kevin Anderson has left him alone and Boss Blood Wolf hasn't attempted anything yet. Without all the distractions, Wheeler was completely mentally ready for his match, which, lately, hasn't been the case.
Somebody walks into the locker room. Wheeler doesn't notice, as he is in the zone already. The person places their hand on Wheeler's shoulder. Wheeler turns around and throws a roundhouse kick in the person's direction, but misses.
Boss Blood Wolf: Hey hey hey! Trent, why do you have to be so mean to the one who-
Trent Wheeler: How the hell you get in here!? Only wrestlers are allowed back here! What do you want?
Boss Blood Wolf: I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse Trent. My boy.
Trent Wheeler: Shut it with the my boy crap. You may have helped me before but you just used me. I was just a soldier to you. A lowly worker ant. You didn't care about me!
Boss Blood Wolf: Aww quit your bitching! Act like a grown man. It's call real life Trent. No one cares about you. I don't. The rest of the Wolves don't.
Trent Wheeler: That's funny Boss. Your wrong. Completely. The Wolves don't care about you. Wanna know why? Because you think every single one of them is below you.
Boss Blood Wolf: Yeah yeah whatever. What really matters, is you Trent. You matter because you’re out there. People have seen where you came from, and now, everybody wants to be part of The Wolves.
Trent Wheeler: I'm not a recuiting service Boss, and I'm done with-
Boss Blood Wolf: There! Right there. You say you’re done but, you still call me "Boss." You still got some wolf left in you.
Trent Wheeler: I'll always have the wolf in me. And I only call you Boss because I don't know who you are!
Boss Blood Wolf: Whatever Trent. You know what being a wolf feels like. Wouldn't it be great to be one again? Spread our message and you could be.
Trent just shakes his head and begins to walk out.
Boss Blood Wolf: Think about it Trent. Having backup comes in handy.
Wheeler doesn't stop. He's heard enough of Boss' bull, but the Boss just smiles and lets him leave.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:44:51 GMT -5
A woman is always a mystery: one must not be fooled by her face and her hearts inspiration. - Edmondo De Amicis Mystery is a versatile catalyst of emotion. When a shroud of obscurity is present it can evoke a wide variation of conflicting emotions; fear; excitement; curiosity; reluctance; dread. Optimism and pessimism dance a trepid waltz. Which one leads depends on the individual. Sometimes, that mystery can reveal a person’s character. If rooted to optimism, they may be delusional – if pessimistic, they cam exhibit cynicism. Alternatively, it can depend on the entity creating the shroud and their motivation behind concealing the truth. In the end, it all boils down to trust. There is no mystery apparent in her face. It’s clear that she is very pleased with herself. Her wicked smile lends evidence to the fact that she holds a combination of satisfaction and pride following her actions over the weekend. She marches assertively through the winding corridors, a confidence and arrogance command her step. She’s alone, but she feels secure. The eyes that follow her do not make her buckle with anxiety anymore. She sweeps around a nearby corner and approaches a door - footmarks and dents decorate the oak surface. She shuffles her feet, slowing her step as she closes in on the room. From behind the door she can hear whispered voices. She gently presses her face against the wood and concentrates on the sound. The hushed conversation is scattered through stealthy shuffling from inside the room. She can pick nothing up from the discussion taking place inside. She backs away from the door with a curious expression before reaching for the handle and charging through the door. As she crosses the threshold, the whispering stops and a pair of statue like figures loiter in the middle of the room. It’s Cyda and Chris, with covert inspired expressions on their faces. Cyda fails to prevent the smile that pulls at his facial features and Chris attempts to loosen up, but remains taut from the surprise of the intrusion. Cyda: “Cordy! Darling!”He extends his arms, openly with the wide grin still pulling his muscles. Cordelia just departs a suspicious glare at them both. She’s known them both for far too long to be fooled by their pretense. She recognizes the possibility that there is something amiss here. Cordelia: What are you two up to?They shuffle nervously, exchanging guilty looks, each hoping the other man steps up to field the answer. Chris eventually bites the buller and steps forward. Chris: Nothing. Why? What’s the matter, babe?She folds her arms across her chest and breathes in heavily through her nose. She adopts a stern, condascending tone in her voice. Cordelia: Do you think I’m stupid?Cyda, looking a little flushed, lurches forward with an apologetic look in his eyes. He extends his hand and wraps it sympathetically around her shoulder, but she just looks up at him with an unimpressed glare. Cyda: No, of course not, babe. We’re just, you know, hanging out. Cyda’s brief involuntary glance at Chris tells her all she needs to know. Cordelia: If you two don’t tell me what you’re playing at I shall scream. And you don’t want to hear me scream, now, do you?Cyda and Chris both loosen up as they glance at each other. Cyda removes his arm from around her shoulders and scratches his stubbled cheek. Cyda: You know, you’re too astute for your own good. Chris: You see, Cordy, the thing is… we’ve got a bit of a surprise for you.Cordelia shifts her weight, placing a hand firmly on her hip. She tilts her head as she looks up at her brother with a pout in her lips. Cordelia: What is it?Chris and Cyda exchange glances again. Cyda clears his throat and rubs his jaw with a clawed hand. Cyda: Well, it’s not really a what. It’s a who.Cordelia’s eyes narrow. She hates it when they play games with her. She hates being the one not in the know. Cordela: Who?Chris smiles and chirps, landing a soft hand on her shoulder. Chris: That’s right. It’s somebody that you haven’t seen for a while. Somebody who has been dying to meet you. Cordelia inspects their faces for clues as to their veracity. She detects an awkward flutter in Cyda’s eyes and sharply turns to him. Cordelia: It’s not Traci, is it?The accusation jars Cyda a little and he immediately hops into a defensive stance. Cyda: No! No! Don’t worry. I’ve told her to stay well away from this place. From you.She relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief. She frantically eyes up both men, her frustration building slowly. Cordelia: Well? Who is it?They both smile, entertained by the grip they hold over her. They know how much she loathes being toyed with, which makes it all the more satisfying when she begins to tantrum. Chris: We’ll show you.Cyda: Yeah, they’re not here. They’re…somewhere in the building.She bites her lip, suppressing her urge to scream at them both. She closes her eyes and inhales a deep gasp of air before exhaling in a huff. She brings her hands up to her face and pinches the bridge of her nose. Cordelia: Okay. Let’s go and meet the “mystery man”.She descends into a tone of derision, fighting fire with fire is her retaliation for their childishness. Cyda: Who said it was a man?She scowls and glares heavily at Cyda. Cordelia: It’s Traci, isn’t it? I’ll tell you both right now: if it is her, I am not going to be pleased.Chris throws his arm around her shoulder and squeezes affectionately – assuringly. Chris: Honest, Sis. It’s not Traci. It’s somebody you really, really like. Someone you haven’t seen for a long time and who really wants to see you after all this time. Come on, isn’t that enough clues?Cordelia stares up at him, trying to read him. There is a name in her mind, but she’s too pessimistic to utter it. Cordelia: I…I…don’t know. Look, can we just get this game over and done with. I’m growing tired of this. Cyda also closes in and squeezes her warm arm with a rough hand. Cyda: Lighten up, babe. You trust us, don’t you?Cyda is unable to keep a straight face and an almost sinister smile spreads on his face. She glances up at her Brother then glances back at Cyda, maintaining a lingering glare at them both. Cordelia: Okay, let’s go. She peels away from them and starts towards the door. Chris: Uh…before we go…She stops and turns back to them. Cyda delves into his pocket and fidgets inside before pulling a dark fabric material from it. Cyda: You have to wear this.He holds up a long black cloth. It looks like a blindfold. He holds it up with both hands and brings it up to eye-level. Cordelia: Oh for heaven’s sake. The pair just stand there as her impatience begins to grow. She shakes her head. Chris: Come on Cordy, it’s a surprise. You’ll love it, I swear.She resigns herself to their tomfoolery. She steps towards Cyda with a regretful look on her face. Cordelia: Okay, but if I end up tied to a lampost with just my underwear on, you two are going to be in serious trouble.Cyda chuckles as he wraps the blindfold around her head, covering her eyes completely. Chris: Sounds like my stag night. Minus the underwear, of course.She breathes a disgruntled flush of air through her nose. Cordelia: And don’t you dare spin me around!Cyda punches the air, jokingly in disappointment. Cyda: As if I would. He slowly turns her towards the door as Chris opens it. They edge her forwards over the threshold and exit the room. She takes a deep breath and swallows hard. Chris: Okay, follow us…
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:45:19 GMT -5
And I would Walk 500 More.... By Dave Shadow As we cut backstage again, we find Dave still wandering around the halls backstage. Dressed in casual gear and with no match tonight, he’s had little need to return to the dressing rooms, opting instead to continue walking in hopes of clearing his head. Unfortunately, if it is peace and quiet that Dave Shadow is after, then the ACW halls are the wrong place to be. Wandering past the interview area, he also happens to wander past Charlotte King, who (with microphone in hand), leaps on him.King: Dave, a quick interview? Dave stops in his tracks and let’s his head fall back, letting out a massive sigh.Dave: King, I appreciate you’re only doing your job,, but....King: I just wanted to talk to you about your reaction to Spade getting a shot at Chris Phenomenal’s International Championship tonight. This has caught Dave’s attention. He spins round to face Charlotte, grabbing her by the shoulders.Dave; What? Spade is getting a title shot? How? I mean, I beat him on Sunday, even if not for the title. How the hell is Spade next in line for a shot?King shrugs, trying to escape, and as Dave realises he’s grasping her quite tightly, he recoils. Releasing her, he sighs again, calming down.Dave: Sorry, I...I didn’t know about the match. You ok?King: Yeah, don’t worry. Can I take that as your answer to the match then? Dave: Chris vs Spade. You know, I hope Spade kicks his ass. Maybe, through Spade, I can get a measure of revenge against that bastard.Gingerdude: I was actually on my way to talk to you about that, Dave. Dave spins round again, as he and King find Gingerdude approaching them. He has a serious look on his face; one which shows he’s got something important to say. Or at least, that’s the look Gingerdude is aiming for. Instead, he’s hitting “I’m slightly constipated”. Dave and King both fold their arms at the same time.Gingerdude: I know you Dave, and that’s why I’m making sure to cover my ass. Tonight, if you so much as enter the ringside area during the International Championship match, I’ll not only make sure you never face Chris again, I’ll strip you of your title shot against the World Champ at Winter’s Discontent. Do I make myself clear? Dave stares back at him for about half a minute, silence passing between the two as they continue to stare into each other’s eyes. Suddenly, a smile emerges on Dave’s face.Dave: Fine, fine, fine. You don’t want me anywhere near Chris tonight. I’ll play along. For tonight, at least. I won’t interfere in the match. You’ve got my word.Gingerdude: I had your word that you believed in our cause. Didn’t do me much good then. Dave: “Our” cause still holds a place in my heart. Just from where I stand, the targets are somewhat different.Gingerdude let a snarl escape his twisted features before trying to bull past Dave. Trying to go for an intimidating shoulder as he left, he ploughed into Dave. Dave does’t budge an inch though, and Gingerdude is instead left with a sore shoulder. As he walks away, King turns back to Dave.King: Sorry, Dave. Dave: Jaysus, King. Ye of little faith. When are you going to learn that if there’s a rule around here, there’s a way to break it? Dave laughed loudly to himself, as the screen fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:45:43 GMT -5
Match 3: The Red Panther Vs. Trent Wheeler (Credit: The Red Panther)
"Back Burner" by August Burns Red blasts throughout the arena. Three black pyro blasts go off in quick succession. Trent Wheeler walks out from the back and raises his hands, giving the corna. He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, rolling up into a standing position. He takes off his trench coat and throws it to ringside. Trent then drops to his knees and pounds on the mat and let's out a howl.
The opening strains of Sepulrura's Roots bloody roots blasts out as The Red Panther strolls out, surrounded by smoke.
Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roots Roots bloody roooaaaaaahh
The Brazilian metal barely drowns out the boos, although some fans enjoy the song too much to boo. Panther climbs up the steps, climbs in and air boxes as the song kicks in.
I Believe in our fate We dont need to fake Its all we wanna be Watch me freeeaaak !!
Panther charges at the middle of the ring and performs a shoryuken and the backs into his corner.
DING DING DING!
The two run in and lock up in a coller and elbow tie. Trent and Panther both dig in too the mat and push back as much as possible, to no avail. The two back away and then come in again, this time with Trent on top. Wheeler chucks Panther to the mat and boots him in the chest before going for a quick cover, earning a one count. The two stand up face to face, staring each other down. Panther makes the first move, kneeing Trent in the ribs and hitting him with a double knee gutbuster before jumping on top and hitting Trent in the face. Panther continues the ground and pound by alternating left and right fists, smashing Wheeler in the jaw. After about ten punches Trent bucks Panther off, sending him face down on the mat. Trent stands and stomps Panther as he gets up before booting him into the turnbuckle. Trent backs up for a few seconds before running in and hitting Panther with the Stars On The Rocks (Running elbow to the back of the head)!
Edison: Big elbow by Wheeler!
Panther stumbles out and makes a quick spin, elbowing Wheeler in the face. Panther grabs Wheeler, backs him and the ropes and whips him across the ring. On the rebound Panther floors Wheeler with a drop toe hold and locks in a kimura! Wheeler is stuck in the middle of the ring and has to work hard to try and escape. After Panther wrenches at his arm for around thirty seconds Wheeler pulls his arm away and gets up, clearly in pain. Panther follows up with a jumping knee, pushing Trent into the corner. Panther backs up and goes for a running dropkick only for Wheeler to dodge, causing Panthers feet to bounce off the second rope. Panther lands on his face, allowing Wheeler to drop and elbow across his back, flip him over and pin him, getting two. Wheeler lifts Panther up and goes for the Flash Kick (Jumping big boot) which is dodged. Panther counters with his own Pele Kick, flooring Wheeler. Panther covers, just getting a two.
Maxwell: Very close call!
Edison: Definitely.
Wheeler lifts up Panther, pushes him into the corner and chops him, to the fans delight. Wheeler gets in a solid ten chops before his arm is caught and he is arm dragged over into an armbar! Panther has the same arm in this armbar that he had in the kimura before, and Trent is definitely in pain. Wheeler struggles and after around twenty seconds grabs the rope. 1...2...3...4... Panther reluctantly lets go. Wheeler stands, holding his right arm and screws his face up in pain. Wheeler fires punches at Panther with his left hand, knocking him back. Panther fires back, grabbing Wheeler with one hand and elbowing him with the other. He then hits Wheeler with a Manhattan drop, sending Trent wheeling into the ropes. Panther follows to finish, but gets a stiff upward kick to the jaw, laying him out! Wheeler covers; 1...2...thr-KICKOUT!
Edison: I thought it was over right there.
Maxwell: Me too.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 4, 2009 16:46:01 GMT -5
Panther slowly gets up and turns, enzigurying Wheeler. Wheeler drops to his hands and knees around the middle of the ring, allowing Panther to run to the ropes and on the return baseball slide Wheelers weak right arm. Wheeler rolls around on the mat, holding his elbow in pain. Deciding he has to do something extra to win, Panther pulls up Wheeler and throws him over the top rope to the floor. Panther follows and wastes no time slamming Wheelers arm onto the apron twice. He then drags Wheeler down to the corner post, rolls him in, grabs his arm and brutally smashes said arm into the corner post with a massive amount of force. Panther rolls in, drags Trent up, props him in the corner before hitting him with the Hawaiian Violence Party, aiming for the arm and finishing with seven boots to the right arm.
Edison: That arm looks injured.
Panther goes to drag back Trent but gets thrown down and hit with three kicks to the ribs, further hurting Panther. Trent locks in a triangle choke, choking out Panther. The fans cheer as Panther struggles to escape, slowly pulling away Trents leg from his throat. The two stand and trade, looking tired. panther seems frustrated that Trent is still fighting, despite his arm having been wrecked. Panther catches one of Trents punches and sweeps away his leg before locking in a key lock! Trent wriggles close to the ropes, but looks ready to tap. With the last of his strength Trent shuffles, barely getting the ropes. 1...2...3...4...5?!
Winner by DQ: Trent Wheeler!
Edison: Panther just got himself DQd!
Maxwell: He looked angry, it seems as though he lost his temper!
The bell rings but Panther keeps in the lock. For over twenty seconds after the match, Panther holds in the lock. Security drags off Panther, letting Trent stand. Trent grins and rubs his arm a bit, angering Panther to the point he tries ripping away from the security. Trent decides to make a quick exit as we fade away.
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