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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:11:50 GMT -5
Match 4: No. 1 Contender Match for the ACW Tag Team Titles Cyda and Cordelia vs. Michael and Daniel Smart
We arrive at ringside to find the Michael and Daniel Smart approaching the ring to the chords of “Live to Win”, where Cyda and Cordelia are awaiting them. Cyda looms protectively, keeping a close eye on their opponents; Cordelia barely deigns to acknowledge them, except by way of a disdainful glance.
Once everyone is in the ring, the referee calls the starting pair forward. Daniel steps to the fore, watched by his cousin; Cordelia seems to want to take him on, but Cyda indicates for her to take a watching brief – clearly he wants to set things up suitably before allowing her to get involved.
Bell Rings.
The big question on most minds for this match is that of ring rust; will Daniel be able to hold his own in this situation? A lesser wrestler might be inclined to underestimate a natural joker such as Daniel, but Cyda has been around the block far too many times to make such a mistake, and he has to move quickly to avoid a running lariat attempt from his opponent. Unfazed, Daniel uses the ropes to rebound quickly; he is met by a boot from Cyda, but jumps up to avoid it and is able to whack Cyda in the side of the head as he passes. Cyda spins around and is able to hook Daniel’s arm; with expert timing he whips Daniel over to their corner, and Cordelia has no qualms about delivering a blow or two herself. The ref pulls them up over it, and Cyda quickly drags Daniel back before Cordelia gets too involved.
Cyda attempts a bulldog on Daniel and this leads into a pinfall; it gets a two count, but Daniel kicks out with spirit. On the outside, Michael is not the type to cheat, but he knows how to get the crowd going and rallies them in support of his cousin. The sound of an arena chanting for you can really boost the ego, and Daniel starts to make a comeback, producing a neat string of blows which are topped off with a rapid neckbreaker. He makes a cover, and Cordelia cries out, helping to spur Cyda into action. He gets his shoulder up at two, and with a quick glance, Daniel bails out, rushing back to his corner to make a clean tag.
There is a roar as Michael leaps into the match; Cyda is tough, but Daniel has given his cousin a valuable chance to scope him out, and the full force of Smart’s ability is brought to bear on Cyda. Smart uses a chain of three german suplexes to do some damage to his foe, and then goes for a snap pin by bridging from the third. The Smarts aren’t the only ones who can work as a team, however; Cordelia deliberately enters the ring in full view of the referee, who leaps up to try and send her back. This enables Cyda to rake his foe’s eyes, and then he focuses on Smart’s upper body, using repeated arm wrenches to try and wear him down. Daniel calls out in support; Cyda simply cranks up the pressure, and from the other side of the ring, Cordelia taunts both her opponents. Daniel won’t stand for this, and makes a “chicken” gesture in Cordelia’s direction; Cordelia sees red at this, and both corners start demanding the tag. Michael’s arm isn’t too compromised, but he can see that Daniel has a point to prove, and so he defers to the request. Cyda is less sure about letting Cordelia take the reins, but he too knows when to make a move, and the crowd gets excited as the two new competitors face off.
There is no doubting that Cordelia is a formidable opponent with a raft of training under her belt. She also has a psychological advantage in that she is able to fulfil her desired role as “successor” to her fiancé, and it is therefore unsurprising that her attacks are straightforward and very powerful. Daniel evidently wants to live up to his name; rather than trying to stand up to her attacks, he moves around the ring, forcing her to pursue. But Cordelia is supremely stubborn, and the strategy backfires when Daniel mis-times a move; Cordelia lays into him with powerful blows, and then executes her MaX Factor (Sitout Face Buster). It almost nets the three count, but not quite – and Daniel almost steals the match by pulling off a whip to sitout spinebuster as the two are getting up.
Cyda takes action; he jumps over the ropes with a vicious look, and Michael’s one priority is to prevent serious injury, forcing him to rush in and defend. Cyda lands a devastating Uppercutting Superkick to Michael and this disrupts the match so that Daniel’s pin isn’t counted; the internet will spend hours in the following days debating whether it would have been a three count. Officially, as Cyda bundles Michael away, Cordelia signals for her Blanc Stare, and Daniel is distracted by everything else so that he’s not able to defend against the nasty elbow strike to the head which opens him up for her finishing technique. The crowd boos as Cordelia makes the pin, and manages to get the three count even as Daniel kicks out soon after.
Philip: Here are your winners... Cyda and Cordelia LaBlanc!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:12:15 GMT -5
“WTF” Credit: Run Away, Thunderkiss [Ever since Jake Steele left his hand looking like a head on collision on the interstate these nights haven’t gotten any easier. All parts of his body scream their age out to him, especially his mangled hand. Deep in the crevasses in his mind he contemplates the day he will hang his trunks up for good and how it will be coming sooner than later. After all, there can’t be many more parts on his body that haven’t been left feeling like the floor of a taxi cab. However, the drive to right the wrongs done upon him and his family by a one Senator Steve Phillips motivate him to ignore the pain and look forward to the day ultimate revenge can be obtained. Just one look at his wife is all it takes to remind him of what he is back in ACW for.] Anna Sommers: Looking good as usual, Mr. Kiss. Thunderkiss: Same can be said for you, babe.[Seeing her husband drenched in post-match sweat, Anna dares not get too close to him but manages to lay one on her man. Big mistake. Thunderkiss is feeling frisky and takes hold of her shoulders as she leans in and uses her and her outfit as a towel.] Anna Sommers: ICK! Thunderkiss: Well now Mrs. Joseph, looks like you are going to have to hit the showers. Anna Sommers: Kiss, you could have just asked! Thunderkiss: Yeah, but what is the fun in that? Race ya to see who can get naked first! [Garments soon begin flying through the air and cover the floor like a hamper had just exploded. In mid trunk lowering stride, Thunderkiss can’t help but take a peek at the curvaceous figure of his wife. He once said that he could never see himself with one woman for the rest of his life. What he sees now confirms to him once again he couldn’t have been more wrong.] Anna Sommers: Oh, by the way, I went through those old pay stubs like you asked me to. Thunderkiss: Wait, I asked you to go through the SLA books? When was this? Anna Sommers: About three weeks ago, around the time you had that all nighter with a bottle of Jack Daniels so your memory lapse comes at no surprise to me. Anyway, I saw that I forgot to carry a number and what do you know, I was off by twenty-five dollars on Run Away’s last paycheck. Thunderkiss: ...Anna Sommers: What? Thunderkiss: ... [Disbelief overcomes him; he cannot even muster up the words for a proper response. Thunderkiss has been embattled in a multi-week war against a man who’s justifications have now just been confirmed. All of his hard work has been for naught, including tonight’s excruciating contest. But worse of all he now must “man up” and accept that he was wrong, a word that the Thunderman doesn’t even know the definition to. Good thing for TK that he knows Run Away well enough now to know that he won’t have to go far to find him.] Thunderkiss *opening locker room door/pulling wallet out/wrapped in towel*: Here you go. Run Away: I’ll take that in ones, please. Thunderkiss: Don’t press your luck. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:13:48 GMT -5
Match 5: Sheltonsplash Vs. Chris Phenomenal (Credit: Chris P) SheltonSplash, sixteen months riding the pine watching, waiting for his opportunity to find out if he could never wrestle again. Told by Doctor’s he’d never walk again, then never run and finally never wrestle, every day he’s proved a detractor wrong. Now though, the question is can he do it one last time, against the biggest detractor of them all, Chris Phenomenal.As the camera pans around once, the live crowd ready to continue on with the first ACW Supercard, the bow tied ring announcer Phillip Jones steps to the forefront.[/I] Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall with no time limit.
Introducing first, making his return to the wrestling ring. Weighing in at two hundred and fourty pounds, standing six feet, three inches tall. Hailing from Andover, England. He is the former owner of the GWF!A pounding drum and bass line fills the arena as the opening riffs of “I am” by Godsmack fills the arena, the thousands in attendance rising to their feet. SHELTONSPLASH!With the announcement of his name, the man himself steps out from behind the curtains, the lyrics kicking in as golden pyro’s explode from either side, the classic track suit bottoms and white towel in hand. The energy is evident in Shel as he bounces down the ramp, every single outstretched hand getting slapped before he reaches the bottom and does an entire circuit of ringside, popping up onto the closet turnbuckle afterward and throwing his toweled hand up into the air, waving it around encouraging the fans to stand up and make some noise. Each corner receives the same treatment, the crowd responding accordingly with Shel receiving much love from the fans. As he leaps off the final corner however, the party is interrupted by the familiar three clicks and “bad boy baby” as the cheers for SheltonSplash are replaced by boisterous jeers. Phillip Jones: And his opponent[/color] The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin’ on? Ya Dead Wrong Phillip Jones: Coming to the ring from Harlem, New York. Standing six feet, seven inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds.[/b] “Dead Wrong" begins to play as Chris Phenomenal emerges from the back, in a long boxing style robe with Senator coming out behind him, his signature cane aiding his gate, and standing at his side as he stops at the top of the entrance ramp. CHRIS PHENOMENAL!Head down covered by the hood, Chris makes the sign of the cross and then kisses his chain, holding it to his lips for a second all while swaying back and forth to the beat of the music. Chris then drops the chain from his hands, throwing his arms outwards as the pyro’s on either side of the entrance ramp explode as he makes his way down to the ring, fully focused as Senator whispers a few last minute words of advice in his ear. Reaching the bottom. Chris climbs into the ring between the second and third ropes and immediately goes into his corner and throws a few punches at the turnbuckle, no gesturing or taunting, focused purely on the ring and nothing else. Finally he drops the hood as Senator ducks in to the ring from his corner, patting Chris on the shoulder. McNally: This is going to be one hell of a match up, wouldn’t you say Eddie?
Edison: If SheltonSplash is fully recovered and is capable of performing like he was in his hey day, I think we’re in for another treat, much like we witnessed last week with Chris Phenomenal taking on Yoko Satoshi.
McNally: Speaking of that match. What type of effect do you think it could have on Chris Phenomenal?
Edison: I’d be heavily surprised if we see it having any on Chris negatively, in fact it might even have benefited him. If there’s one thing we’ve noticed from Chris Phenomenal over the past eight months it’s the cocksure attitude, very few losses that could, even from an outsiders perspective be seen as his fault. A clean victory like that however could give him that extra push, show him that he’s not quite made it to the top of the pyramid.With Phillip Jones making his way out of the ring, tonight’s referee, Raymond Allen Fleming calls for the bell. McNally: Here we go Eddie.
Edison: SheltonSplash, Chris Phenomenal, for the first time ever.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:14:19 GMT -5
Baby, Baby, Baby You are my voodoo child My voodoo child McNally: What the…?[/b] Before McNally can finish however, Dave Shadow, auspicious in his absence in tonight’s card appears at the top of the ring ramp as Chris Phenomenal turns his head and looks at the man, eyes immediately entering “rage mode” the blues turning steely. Chris points at the man as he reaches the bottom and is immediately blind sided by SheltonSplash, who after sixteen months is not willing to spare a few more seconds. As Dave looks up Shelton delivers a few clubbing blows to the back of Chris Phenomenal before throwing him into the corner and taking a few hard strides before leaping with a flying clothesline on Chris Phenomenal and giving a thumbs up gesture to Dave as the crowd cheers Shelton on. Chris stumbles out of the corner as Dave walks around ringside, but is promptly thrown back in by Shelton who makes a point of showing his leg is perfectly fine, delivering a few stomps to the chest of Chris Phenomenal. McNally: Well it looks like we’re going to be joined by Dave Shadow here on commentary.
Dave: Hai guys! So, I'm sitting back there, getting ready to watch the show, when a thought crossed my mind. Why watch back there on a monitor when I can see the match up close and live?McNally: Here to watch one of your best friends clash with one of your worst enemies?
Dave: Absolutly guys. No way I'd miss Shelton's first match back in ACW. I was going to just stand there at ringside and watch, but then I thought...why not spread the love and come talk to you guys?Edison: How lucky of us....As Shelton is backed off by Fleming in the ring Chris having been knocked down to his bottom rolls out quickly, caught off guard by the initial assault of SheltonSplash. Senator walks over and throws an arm around Chris shoulder, pulling him in close and reminding him about the game plan. Chris looks up and cracks his neck once before stomping up the ring steps, waiting until RAF is between himself and Shelton before ducking between the ropes and staring across at his foe, pointing a finger at him as the two come together, square off in a referee’s hold before Shelton ducks out and throws Chris into a side headlock. Chris tries to push Shelton off but Shelton blocks hold and tightens it up. Unable to counter offensively, Chris drags Shelton over towards the ropes and lays in between them, forcing RAF to step in and break up the hold. McNally: A real solid start to the match here by SheltonSplash, not showing any of the ring rust one would expect to see after a sixteen month layoff.
Dave: I'm not surprised. One could say that Shelton hasn't wrestled in sixteen months. But the more optamistic of us would note that that just means he's had sixteen months to prepare for a match like this.Edison: That might well be but we’re still early on here. I’m not thinking we should be as concerned with any ring rust as opposed to Shelton’s stamina. No amount of training is going to be able to replicate the intensity and fatigue factor presented by a real opponent.Dave: I'll give you that guys, but if there's anyone who has the heart to fight back from such an injury, it's Shelton. Don't you ever dare count him out.Hold broken, Chris and Shel square off again, coming together collar and elbow before Shel drops out looking for a single leg takedown but Chris sprawls, quickly throwing his weight over top of Shel as the two topple to the mat, Chris in a predominant position in a front facelock that quickly changes to a side headlock as he takes the back of Shel, pulling him into his body. Chris leans back as Shel works to one knee, Chris forced to get up and in turn eats a side elbow from Shelton, who spins around through the hold like Kobe Bryant going baseline in the post and takes the back of Chris. The reversal having given him dominant position, Shel looks to suplex Chris but it’s blocked, the foot tucked behind, Shelton’s leg to prevent from being taken over the top. Shel tries again and is foiled, Chris tucking the foot again and using it to take Sheltons back, while grabbing hold of one arm, putting him into a one armed stranglehold. He tries to grab the second and set up an Aztec Suplex but Shelton fights him off with a rear elbow and ducking through to side control and looking for a side one armed gut wrench suplex style maneuver but Chris has other ideas, spinning into the hold so he is belly to belly with Shelton, and delivers an inside knee to the sternum and then another that doubles Shel over, a forearm club from Chris puts him to one knee and hit’s the ropes looking for a running elbow smash as Shelton straightens himself but is caught with a drop toe hold. McNally: An impressive set of technical wrestling there from both Chris and Shelton, a frenetic series of reversals and then Shelton maintaining control of the match.
Dave: I’d not expect anything less from Shelton. Though he made his name as a showman in the ring, he is one of the most technically gifted superstars I have ever come across.Edison: Have to remember though that Chris has shown exponential improvement in his submission game under the tutelage of Senator, arguably the best in the business at grinding opponent down.Shelton quickly hooks the face of Chris, locking him into an STF but Chris quickly is able to pull himself out of it, extending his body and pushing up on the hold before throwing his other leg over and making contact with the ropes, causing another break early in the match as Shelton gets to his feet, a small ovation rising up. Chris uses the ropes to get to his feet and the two square off again and for the first time in the match Chris is able to grab true control, ducking through and using his power to take Shelton down with an Osoto-Gari, planting him square on his back with Chris in a dominant position, standing over top of him. Chris looks for a spectacular finishing with a falling superman punch but Shelton rolls out of the way as Senator standing at ringside, shakes his head at Chris taking an unnecessary risk. Shelton tries to get up before Chris recovers, driving his arm into the back of his knee and then going right to work on it with Senator’s signature toe hold. McNally: Just like Frank Gotch, working over that injured knee of SheltonSplash
Edison: Do you think Chris knows who Frank Gotch is?
Dave: I doubt it. Chris isn't as well versed in the history of this illustrious sport as we are guys.McNally: So I take it you would Dave?
Shadow: Of course. Are you questioning me, McNally?McNally: Of course not. But if you know the answer, you'll have no probl....
Dave: ARE WE HERE TO TALK ABOUT ME? Or are we here to talk about an amazing match. Come on guys! Focus! Shelton tries to fight against the hold, the pressure rising on the surgically repaired knee. Shelton tries to set up and hook Chris but this doesn’t work, Chris having used the same trick against Senator at Emperor of the ring takes advantage of Shelton sitting up and throws all his body wait onto his front, executing a front roll with the leg hooked and ending up in a pinning predicament, the leg, specifically the hamstring being stretched back as far as possible as Shel begins to writhe in pain while RAF is forced to count his shoulders to the mat. …1 …2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:14:43 GMT -5
Shelton throws the shoulder up but is unable to push Chris off as he pulls back on the leg even more. Relaxing, Shelton drops his shoulder back to the canvas.
…1 …2
Again, Shelton sits up but it only serves to add some pressure to the hold, Chris wriggles himself a bit closer to the ring ropes while keeping the innovative hold locked in. Again, Shelton’s shoulder drops.
…1 …2
Shelton throws his shoulder up as grimaces in pain, clutching the leg as RAF leans over asking him if he wants to give up, Senator standing right next to Chris smiling. Shelton refuses to tap as Chris looks back at the pain on his foes face and decides to increase the pressure, checking on RAF putting his feet onto the second rope just as Shelton’s shoulder falls down and RAF is forced to count again.
…1 …2
Senator knocks the feet of Chris off the ropes as Shelton throws his shoulder up and RAF checks on Chris, making sure nothing is out of the ordinary. Again, Shelton drops his shoulder, nearing the point of quitting as again Chris puts his feet on the ropes.
…1
Shelton throws the shoulder up sooner this time, and Chris is caught, Senator unable to knock his feet off before RAF turns and catching Chris, forces him to break the hold on SheltonSplash who clutches his leg in pain as RAF stands Chris up and begins to admonish him.
McNally: Quite the innovative hold there from Chris Phenomenal, putting Shelton into an awful predicament while stretching out the leg and the knee of SheltonSplash.
Dave: Yeah, yeah. Listen, I don't like Chris. I think he's a scumbag who deserves to have his ass kicked. But one thing I try never to do is let my own hatred blind me when it comes to achknowledging talent. And Chris does have talent. It's hard to deny that. That said I do believe that Shelton is more than a match for Chris, and I KNOW that he’s not going to give in. He’s worked far too hard to get back to this point.
Edison: I don’t know how you can be sure of that Dave, I mean when it comes to his life after the ring and the condition of that leg, you have to think he’ll be willing to give in, especially considering how close he was too losing it after the attack by The Movement.
Dave:That’s where you’re wrong Eddie. This is Shelton’s life, what he was born to do. He’s not going to give in even if Chris snaps his leg right off. The only way Chris is walking out the victor tonight is over Shelton’s dead body.
As Shelton tries to get up, Chris ducks past RAF and hooks the head of Shelton as he finishes coming up and takes him down with his inverted head hook backbreaker and goes right back to work on the knee this time with a knee bar as Shelton grimaces in pain. Chris hooks the ankle twisting it as well as Shelton tries to pull himself to the ropes as Chris smiles, as Shelton works towards Senator standing at ringside. As RAF spins around checking Shelton he reaches out for the ropes but Senator slyly pulls them back as Shelton whiffs. RAF looks up but Senator has let go as Chris gets back up to his feet and pulls Shelton back into the center of the ring and stomping on the back of the knee before leaving his foot in the knee pit and falling onto his back as he brings the other leg across Shelton’s and pulls it over top of his own as Shelton cries out in pain, the two men locked together looking like an “L”
McNally: These aren’t your usual run of the mill submission holds that Chris Phenomenal is using here tonight.
Edison: Senator has prepared Chris well for this match, teaching him a few different leg locks that can severely damage the knee. I can’t imagine how lethal Chris could be with a high powered submission game.
Dave: At the same time, he needs to be careful that he's not spreading himself over so many different aspects of his wrestling game that he overloads on information. He can only take so much knowledge in so much time. You don't want him frying himself like a computer which just can't take any more and gives out on you.
Edison: I would have thought that's exactly what you'd want.
Dave: Huh?
McNally: Well, if he "gives out" as you put it, then wouldn't your job of revenge be so much easier.
Dave: Oh yeah! GO SENATOR! Teach the little bastard everything you know!
Shelton tries to fight off the hold but Chris has the leverage advantage. Again Shelton tries to get back to the ropes, pulling Chris with him and again as he reaches out, Senator reaches out for the ropes, pulling them back, letting go just as RAF turns around. Chris rolls up to his feet and again stomps the knee as he rolls Shelton over dodging an up kick and stomping the hamstring again before spinning Shelton around and draping his leg over the bottom rope and standing on the knee as RAF begins the count.
…1 …2 …3 …4
Chris jumps off the leg and landing sitting on the knee as Shelton writhes in pain, the leg coming off as again RAF follows Chris into the corner, yelling at him for cheating. Opportunity given, Senator takes his cane and slams it into the knee cap as Chris looks on smiling at his manager as Dave Shadow, sitting at the announce table grimaces.
McNally: These two are working in tandem at just destroying the knee of SheltonSplash with punishing blow after punishing blow.
Edison: Chris swore that he was going to finish off what The Movement started, end the career of SheltonSplash and as of right now, it’s looking like he’s well on his way to doing that.
Dave: Guys, how many times do I have to say this. Do. Not. Count. Shelton. Out. One of the worst things you can do when talking about Shelton Splash is underestimate the guy.
Chris walks back over, again brushing past RAF and again puts his knee on the ropes, standing on top of it as RAF walks over and again is pressed into action.
…1 …2 …3 …4
Again Chris leaps up into the air and comes down on the knee as Shelton grabs the knee again, RAF not even bothering Chris this time, instead checking on Shelton asking him if he wants to stop, receiving a defiant “no” in response. This only serves to push Chris on however as he grabs a hold of Shelton and drags him closer to the ring post before sliding out of the ring. Chris raises his finger to his lips, trying to quiet them but only serving to incite as he grabs the leg and slams it as hard as he can, wrapping the knee around the ring post as Shelton let’s out a blood curdling yell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:15:46 GMT -5
McNally: Chris Phenomenal is going to cripple SheltonSplash very soon if something doesn’t change here.
Edison: Dave, you need to do something quick before Chris seriously damages Shelton.
Dave: I swore to Shel that I’d not interfere in this match and I intend to keep my word to him. Come on Shel, you can do this!
The count of RAF, having reached five is interrupted by another yell from SheltonSplash as Chris Phenomenal wraps his knee around the ring post again.
Edison: You’re sure about that Dave?
At ringside, the camera focuses on Dave as Chris rolls back into the ring and ducks back out, the look on his face slowly changing from confidence to doubt as he looks at Shelton writhing in pain, flashing back to the way he felt after the attack by Chris Phenomenal, the immense pain eventually leading him to retreat in a coma for nearly three weeks, the injuries so severe that at one point his life, was at jeopardy never mind his career.
Chris Phenomenal: Look at him Dave, that’s what I can do to you…any…time…I…want.
The words of Chris bringing him back, Dave looks up into the gloating eyes of Chris Phenomenal.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Dave, save your friend.
…6 …7
Chris turns back to RAF as Shelton is trying…and failing to get to his feet in the other corner. Chris slides into the ring and comes back out as Senator walks over and reaching into the inside breast pocket of his suit procures a white towel before passing it off to Chris. Chris looks at it before passing it to Dave.
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Dave. Every second you wait is another chance for me to further humiliate SheltonSplash. Is another opportunity for me to absolutely destroy his leg. He nearly lost it last time, once I’m through with it I’ll make sure he does.
Dave stares down at the towel in his hand the count of RAF ringing out again throughout the arena.
…4
Chris Phenomenal: Come on Dave, do you want Shelton on your conscience. AK brought him here to help you and now…look at him. You saw what he was like last time after his injury, the mess he was, suicidal thoughts. Can you bear that again? Can you Dave?
…8
Again Chris ducks back into the ring smiling as SheltonSplash has finally got to his feet. Chris scoops him up into his arms and walks him across the ring before putting him right in front of Dave Shadow and altering his grip for a Filibuster…
But Shelton slinks out the bottom, quickly rolling Chris up in desperation, RAF making the count as quick as possible.
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NO! Chris throws the shoulder up looking down at Shelton in disbelief, Senator letting go a sigh of relief as Chris gets up to his feet grabbing hold of the leg of SheltonSplash and stomping on it without relent, ten blows before RAF can push him off. This only lasts for a moment as Chris comes back and delivers another set of stomps, the ticking time bomb of anger finally exploding due to the gall of SheltonSplash. Stepping in between the two, RAF warns Chris that one more stomp to the leg of SheltonSplash will result in a disqualification. Shel tries to get to the ropes as RAF and Chris are engaged. RAF finished, Chris just walks past him and goes to work, this time not with stomps but knees dropping out each time as Shelton cries, grabbing for the rope and latching on in desperation, Chris letting another knee go as RAF is forced to count him off.
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Chris ignores the count, instead pulling Shelton away from the ropes, the pain on his face absolutely immeasurable as Chris looks over at Dave Shadow, finally getting to his feet, towel in hand. Chris lets go of Shelton and walks over to the ropes, ducking out of the ring.
Chris Phenomenal: What are you waiting for…
Dave: This!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:16:54 GMT -5
Mid Match Segment #3: There’s no Filibuster here… Chris Phenomenal, Dave Shadow and Senator.
Dave tries to open hand slap Chris who ducks out of the way…probably luckily for Dave as it would have surely resulted in Shelton’s disqualification. That is not too say however that Dave goes unscathed as Senator, standing near by gets right into the face of Dave Shadow.
Senator: What was that?
Dave Shadow: Wow, I guess you really are as stupid as you look, huh?
Senator: A big tough guy are we? Well Mr. Shadow, I will have you know that I am not going to stand by and watch you further sully this organization. Since you first stepped into the company under a pseudonym I always knew that one day you would be trouble and sure enough that day has come. Surely it was not enough that you only won the Emperor of the Ring tournament because I made sure that Mr. Makabe came down and conveniently missed Chris’ hand on the ropes, but now you desire to interject yourself into this contest.
Dave Shadow: Eh....what? What are you nattering on about? Has the old man gone senile as well?
Senator looks at Dave Shadow, standing there towel in hand as his face slowly grows redder as all eyes in the arena are off Shelton Splash trying to get to his feet in the ring, not even RAF, the man who has been on the receiving end of Senator’s past two mid match tirades is able to carry out his duty, counting an idle Chris Phenomenal out.
Senator: Nattering?
Now that his face has reached the requisite shade of crimson, Senator’s eyes bug out of their socket as he unleashes on Dave Shadow.
Senator: I will have you know that I never “natter”. I may speak far above your level of simple comprehension but I do not “natter“.
Dave Shadow: Jaysus, you really have developed the monolouge into an art form, haven't you?
Senator: I was not finished Mr. Shadow. Now I have sat in my office many a nights reviewing your matches and I will say that I am not impressed with your body of work, you have defeated no one of consequence yet you walk around this arena as if you are the biggest star there is. Your pompous attitude has infuriated me to no end and now you try and strike Mr. Phenomenal while he is competing in the ring. You spent the past three months campaigning against him, citing his cowardice for “jumping” you from behind yet you attack him while he is otherwise engaged with Mr. Splash in the ring. If there is one thing I despise more than anything on this earth it is a hypocrite and you David, are THE worst I have experienced in my past..
Dave looks at Senator shaking his head and raises the towel. It just brushes Senator but that’s enough to set him off.
Senator: You dare!
Dave Shadow: Wha…
Before Dave can finish however Senator takes his cane and swings it at Dave Shadows head, nearly missing him and in turn RAF. The attack however brings Dave Shadow into the action as he goes to work on Senator, firing a right hand at his head but eating a right from Senator who drops the cane and the two begin brawling as everyone is still staring at each other.
McNally: Right
Edison: Right!
McNally: Another right
Edison: Senatorial right!
McNally: And another!
Edison: OH MY SCIENCE!
The two are brawling up the ramp as everyone looks on, neither man giving an inch to the other as all of a sudden a massive roar from a few turns into the roars of many, the collective eyes of millions at home and thousands in attendance looking at SheltonSplash, somehow, someway soaring through the air, spring boarding off the top rope and connecting with a cross body on Chris Phenomenal as the decibel level reaches roof raising.
Edison: DANGEROUS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:17:25 GMT -5
As RAF looks down at the two fallen superstars he pauses for a few seconds caught up in the enormity of what has just happened before beginning the ten count as the crowd starts a Shel-ton chant.
…1 …2 …3
Shelton pushes up to his feet, his leg noticeably bothering him but the adrenaline powering him on. Chris in the meanwhile rolls to his feet, totally caught off guard by the flying of SheltonSplash.
…4 …5 …6
Shelton ambles over to the ring apron and slides in as Chris comes up a second or two behind him, the two get up to their feet near the ropes and begin exchanging blows, big rights, big lefts until for the first time since the beginning of the match Shelton takes advantage, side stepping a big punch attempt of Chris Phenomenal and hitting Chris with a reverse elbow, doubling him over and allowing Shelton to take Chris down with a hop toss, hitting the ropes that are right beside, going slowly and hitting Chris with a massive foot strike right in the face. Downed, Shelton seizes the opportunity, hooking the leg of Chris Phenomenal.
…1 …2 … … NO!
The devastating strike of SheltonSplash is not enough to end Chris in this evening, the shoulder rising up to the
McNally: So close for SheltonSplash there. I thought his famed knockout kick was going to be enough to put Chris away.
Edison: That kick is usually aptly named but not on this evening. Chris Phenomenal once again showing the moxie that has made him into a huge star in this industry.
Shelton rolls off of Chris, not sure now what it’s going to take to put Chris away, his leg is throbbing, the shot of adrenaline that had given him this sudden burst fading as Chris is coming too on the mat. Shelton looks at the ropes and then at the knee and knows that he’s not going to be able to pull out the Heart Failure, his signature ending move that has put away some of the greatest people in wrestling history. As he pushes up to his feet, he knows the only way to end this is simplicity, old school SheltonSplash. As Chris gets to his feet Shelton looks for a toe kick but Chris catches it and tries to sweep the bad leg of Shelton out but Shelton mustering every last bit of strength in his leg to jump into the air, going over the sweep attempt of Chris Phenomenal’s arm. As Shelton turns around, this time he doesn’t even resort to the toe kick instead simply hooking the arm of Chris and with one swift motion sending him thundering down to the canvas with a devastating DDT! With the last surge of adrenaline in his body Shelton rolls over Chris and just lays across his shoulders.
…1
McNally: That has to do it, Danny Mainer, Dave Shadow, Chris Williams. Elite ACW names have not been able to kick out of that move.
…2
Edison: He’s done it. Shelton Splash has done it.
… … …
3!!!
The familiar toll of the bell signals the end of the match as SheltonSplash and Chris Phenomenal are both out. RAF leans over and tries to pull Shelton up but instead settles for raising his hand as he lays on top of Chris. He turns over and mouths to RAF my leg and RAF waves down for the EMT’s. Shelton however waves him off, his final show of courage standing to his feet with the help and support of RAF as the sold out crowd at the ACW arena let out a gigantic roar as RAF raises his arm, Chris Phenomenal still out in the middle of the ring stares up at the lights and we cut off.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:18:17 GMT -5
“A STAAR IS BORN” Credit: ?, Thunderkiss [For the past month there has been a monkey on TK’s back. A greasy, meatball eating monkey, to be exact. This monkey goes by the name of "Patrick Staar" and the internet has been abuzz with this former employee of SLA. The "Internet Wrestling Community" has proclaimed Staar Vs. TK to be a "dream match" and both men seem content on letting that happen, or shall I say collecting the gate from such a match. Rumors have been swirling all week long about a possible Patrick Staar debut tonight and the evidence has been mounting all night that in fact someone from SLA’s past is in the building. So much so that Thunderkiss is on high alert and plans to beat Patrick to the punch, literally. With visions of Adrian Flamingo dancing in his head, TK takes off to the ring hellbent on not allowing another chauvinistic unequal steal his spotlight. Every time he sees an image of Patrick he cannot help but see Adrian’s face stairing back at him. And why should he not? The resemblance between the two men and their demeanor is uncanny. Ironically as TK comes out he is totally oblivious to both the crowd and their reaction showing that he, too, is caught up in the fervor of Patrick Staar. Be that as it may, he shall not, WILL not, allow it to spread any further.] Thunderkiss: I’ll be damned if some punk who hasn’t worked a day in his life comes in here and shows me up with some elaborate appearance he hasn’t earned, so Patrick Staar, spare me of the aggravation and get your ass out here![The fans bite their fingernails in anticipation. The wait becomes excruciating as seconds pass by and yet, no Patrick Staar.] Thunderkiss: Patrick! I know you’re back there! Quit doing your hair and realize it is time to MAN UP!Crowd: PAT-RICK STAAR! PAT-RICK STAAR! PAT-RICK STAAR! PAT-RICK STAAR! [The crowd is so in tune with the moment they have a hard time distinguishing up from down at this point. The cheering of Patrick Staar’s name and the appearance of Thunderkiss has them so star struck that the moment crazed screaming filters into the rest of the noise most just assume that it is indeed good ol’ Patrick coming out to play. Oh how wrong they are.] "Fast" Eddie Edison: Whoa! Do you see that, Max? Is that - Maxwell McNally *interrupting*: Someone get a camera on the North side of the ring! Right now! [The rumors ARE true. Someone from SLA’s past is here tonight, only it isn’t Patrick Staar. No. As this interloper draws nearer to the ring, the crowd catches on to the reason behind the madness and no sooner do their chants of "Patrick Staar" turn into "Thunderkiss, turn around. Too little, too late.] ~!~BAM~!~ "Fast" Eddie Edison: IT’S JON TAYLOR! Maxwell McNally: Security must have fallen asleep!
Maxwell McNally: Somebody get this clown out of here! Why isn’t security doing anything about this?!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Because you don’t remove members of the staff from the building, Max.
Maxwell McNally: You don’t mean?! Surely you jest!
"Fast" Eddie Edison: Well something tells me we are about to find out!
Jon Taylor: Ouch, now that I'm afraid is going to leave a mark.
[Taylor chuckles, shaking his head from side to side as the crowd respond fiercely with raucous boos]
Jon Taylor: Surprised to see me again, TK? Were you expecting someone else? Well, you shouldn't have been, TK. You see, Staar has always been a small fish, he was never going anywhere in SLA and he certainly wasn't worth losing even a second of thought over. No, TK, there is someone from SLA that you should have been worried about, someone you screwed over by closing the company without so much as a warning, and that was me.
[Taylor bends down onto one knee and looks into face of a still dazed Thunderkiss.]
Jon Taylor: You stole my opportunity to finally win the ultimate prize, as well as distinction within this industry that I have deserved for the past decade. TK, answer me something. What makes it alright for YOU to get off scott free? These gullible fools may be under your spell but it still doesn't hide the countless names of people you screwed over. People like ME!
[Taylor returns to his feet and begins to walk away before quickly spinning around and continuing in an aggressive fashion.]
Jon Taylor: Well you know what, Tk?! The other victims may all be too spineless and weak to dish up a bit of payback your way, but I'm definitely not. See, NO one screws me over and gets away with it! No! Despite the fact I swore I'd never return to this hellhole, ever since that day you threw SLA away just like all your other toys, I've been waiting in the shadows for the perfect opportunity to come back.
[Taylor seems to calm down as a sly smile grows upon his face.]
Jon Taylor: I mean really, TK, do you think that guido would do anything but talk? No, he was merely a distraction, one instrumented by yours truly. Now, I bet you're all asking why the hell haven't I been dragged backstage and tossed out the door by security yet? It's quite a reasonable question actually, and one that comes with an answer I guarantee you're be sure to love! So, without further ado let me put you all out of your misery.
[Taylor clears his throat.]
Jon Taylor: It's because your best friend brought me back...Ginger. I know right, funny how things turn out. One day you hate the guy, next it turns out you both hate another guy more and so you decide to work together instead! However, make no mistake TK, I'm not back here to be Ginger's lapdog. I'm back here to take YOU out. I'm back here to FINALLY achieve the only thing that is missing from my career and that is the acknowledgement of success gained by winning the World Championship.
[The crowd showers Taylor’s return with a chorus of boos that do not phase this arrogant man. He takes one long look at a “job well done” before leaping over the top rope and exiting tonight’s extravaganza with a one point lead in this war against Thunderkiss. Speaking of Thunderkiss, he remains laying motionless on the mat and remains that way for quite some time. For the next few minutes the EMTs come out and assist him and soon he is able to sit upwards and then even further up onto his feet. There he shoves all assistance away and staggers to the back with only one thing on his mind, revenge.]
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:19:20 GMT -5
Match 6: Title vs. Career Match Jack Jefferson vs. Jonny Hughes
Philip: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight’s main event is officially a Title vs. Career match, set for one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, the challenger with his ACW contract on the line... from Hartlepool, England....Jonny Hughes!
". . . And during the few moments that we have left, . . . We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand."
The now well-known quote could shortly prove to be eerily accurate... Jonny Hughes is on his approach.
The audience begin to boo as the opening drum beats echo in the hallowed ACW Arena as they blaze out of the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colours in time with the music creating an impressive visual.
Look In My Eyyyyyessss... What Do You See? The Cult of Personality
The opening lyrics are immediately followed by the arrival of Jonny Hughes, an event which causes most fans to boo, but which also raises the excitement in the arena 100-fold. Hughes, as ever, opts to ignore the abuse and walks out to the edge of the ramp before posing for the fans, holding this a little longer than is customary. Then, cocky as ever, he strides his way down the entrance ramp smiling at fans and on occasion flashing a sly wink in the direction of a pretty lady. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans once more before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match. The noise continues unabated, and then...
Philip: And his opponent, from Manchester, England... he is the reigning ACW World Champion, Jack Jefferson!
”Paint it Black” hits the speakers, and Jefferson does not waste any time, bursting through the curtain with tremendous energy. He urges the crowd to their feet and they respond; not all have unbridled affection for the champ, but he is clearly a man on a mission. As he moves quickly toward the ring he slaps his belt, and Jonny Hughes also begins to pace; both men seem eager to commence their highly charged contest.
Jefferson enters the ring and holds up his belt; head referee Raymond Allen Fleming completes his checks efficiently, and then satisfies everyone by calling for the bell.
Bell Rings.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:19:49 GMT -5
It’s a good job that RAF is a sprightly mover; Hughes declares his intent emphatically by rushing forward and lunging into an immediate roaring elbow. Jefferson’s reflexes are quick and he dodges, but Hughes still manages a partial connection, and Jefferson stumbles sideways, fighting to get back on an even keel. Hughes surges forward and lays down a battery of forearm blows; Jefferson quickly responds in kind and both men track around the ring, seeking any angle of attack which will return a better profit than stalemate. After a couple of turns around the floor, Jefferson identifies and breaches a weak spot in Hughes’ defence, enabling him to deliver a swift but effective DDT. Jefferson makes a cover, more to make a point than in the hope of victory, and Hughes kicks away before RAF is in position to count.
Quickly back on their feet, the pair circle, scrutinising one another, and then as if a magnet is switched on, they are drawn together into a grapple. The two men are almost exactly matched for weight, but Hughes has the advantage of a couple of inches in height, and seeks to exert his influence; Jefferson finds pressure building in his spine, and makes a snap decision to twist and whip Hughes away from him. Hughes is sent flying into the ropes and rebounds; Jefferson swings, Hughes dodges, and the crowd thrills as now both men are in motion. They pass by one another twice more, each time missing by mere millimetres, and then –
BANG. The competitors collide head-on with force which is clearly audible to a large part of the audience. A gap is momentarily created as physics refuses to be bucked; Jonny Hughes has made an art form of snatching these crucial seconds and he pivots around, turning his momentum to use, and closes in before Jefferson can re-establish his bearings. Hughes pulls off a swift Spinebuster, which is just the prelude to his real intent – he rolls to his feet, nimbly switches around to Jefferson’s blindside, and then comes screaming in with his Yakuza Kick. Jefferson has no time to evade, but throws an arm up just before the move connects; the effect is still brutal, and Hughes makes the first real pin of the match, 1...2...-
Jefferson kicks out, and rolls over sideways to get clear of Hughes’ reach before recovering to his feet. He appears to favour his arm a little following the previous exchange, and Hughes is eager to capitalise further; he hurries forward, only to be met with a clubbing blow from the “injured” arm he was so keen to target. Jefferson smirks for a second, and then unleashes a torrent of blows upon his opponent, combining punches and kicks so that Hughes has great difficulty predicting where to defend. A single telling blow opens Hughes up, and Jefferson shows the crowd just why he’s the defending champion with a perfect rendition of his Ura-nage into Backbreaker combination. The Jefferson fans in the crowd whoop and cheer as their hero pins; Jefferson attempts to hook the leg, but Jonny gets his shoulders clear at the two count. Angered, Jefferson tries to provoke Hughes by slapping him across the face as the two men are rising; Hughes flushes, clearly angry, but he knows that losing his temper could directly lead to him losing everything else. So he won’t be drawn; instead, he backs away, slowing the pace of the match to suit him.
The next three to four minutes are a tactical, sporadic affair; with their initial bursts of energy spent, the competitors probe and goad one another. In the hands of less experienced and talented wrestlers, this could be a recipe for epic boredom; but here, the crowd is carried into ever higher states of expectation as the men before them trade a few blows here, a throw or two there. It feels as if something big is coming...
And then everything tries to happen at once. Jefferson is no misty-eyed romantic; he wants to stick the metaphorical blade between Hughes’ ribs and be done with it. As Hughes attempts a second roaring elbow, Jefferson evades it and then sweeps out Jonny’s feet from under him. Anxious to proect himself, Hughes rushes to get up – and without realising it, ends up for just a second poised on one knee. With tremendous timing, Jefferson dashes forward and delivers a crushing Shining Wizard; Hughes pitches over on to his side, and then on to his back, dazed. Jefferson has already shot over to the nearest corner, and the crowd gets louder and louder as Jefferson hits rapid moonsaults from the bottom and then middle ropes. The place is at fever pitch as Jefferson goes to the top-
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:20:16 GMT -5
-and discovers suddenly that not only is Hughes up, he’s right behind him. Before he can leap, Hughes jumps up and almost inverts himself in order to plant a dropkick. Jefferson does the only thing he can, which is to jump awkwardly to the outside; he rolls on landing to protect himself, returns to a vertical base...
...only to be met with a truly rare move from the Hughes canon – the Spitfire. Hughes' suicide dive through the ropes is captured by a thousand camera flashes as he connects with a flying forearm smash; Jefferson literally flies back several feet and both men wind up on the end of the metal entrance ramp, which rings in endorsement of the ferocity of the hit. It takes a few seconds for either man to recover from this exceptional move, and many of the fans are now on their feet; Hughes tries to find his, and casts a glance at Jefferson, who looks to have taken a significant blow to the back of his head. Inside, Hughes also knows that the move has extracted a cost; his chest feels heavy and weakened from the unforgiving landing. Something now has to give... and it will cost one man very dear indeed.
Hughes drags Jefferson back to the ring and rolls him inside, ending a count from RAF at the eight mark. He tries a pin, but Jefferson breaks out at two; the two men gaze at one another for just a second, gauging the other’s response.
And from here on in, the match goes nowhere but up in terms of excitement. A chain of exchanged throws lasts almost a minute without a break, and is followed immediately by hand-to-hand exchanges which lead into rapid movement around the whole ring. The fans are now yelling, for the big showstopping, title-stealing, career-ending gambits; Jefferson again makes the first move, and busts out his blizzard suplex; it’s stopped many a foe in their tracks, but Hughes somehow kicks clear. A few major knocks later, and Hughes softens Jefferson enough for his Ligerbomb. The fans go nuts, as it looks as if it’s over – but Jefferson breaks away from the pin at the last second, shaking his head, refusing to succumb. Looking grim, Hughes determines that there’s only one way to bring this match to a shuddering halt, and he has too much riding on it to let the risk get in the way...
The crowd senses it, even Jefferson seems to realise the threat and tries to stop Hughes dead with a massive roundhouse kick; but it misses, and Hughes lands a strike right between the eyes of Jefferson. As the champ teeters, Hughes lifts him, setting up for his strongest and most dangerous move – the Dream Shatterer 2.0 (Double Underhook Piledriver). The crowd again blazes with anticipation; there can be no way back from such a move.
And Jefferson realises this all too well. He has just one split-second chance to act, with no guarantees... but he takes it.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 25, 2009 17:20:39 GMT -5
Every match has a “rise and fall”, a silent but insistent rhythm. Before every crescendo comes a pause, an off-beat – and it is then that wrestlers often expose themselves without realising it. As Jonny is about to execute his move, he breathes in – and Jefferson suddenly writhes, aims as best he can, and gets the heel of his boot to the underside of Jonny’s chin. He kicks upward for all he’s worth, with every ounce of strength...
The effect is akin to a gunshot without the messy end result. Hughes’ grip loosens and his entire world destabilises; Jefferson scrambles free, and gets behind his opponent. He too has a “last resort” to fall back on, and with pure determination he applies a sleeper hold to the already dizzy Hughes.
Hughes fights, to the bitter end; he struggles as hard as he can and both men look on the verge of exhaustion. But finally Jefferson finds a final reserve from somewhere, and completes his Sleeper Suplex, driving Jonny head-first into the mat. Hughes falls limp, and Jefferson on top of him, looking little better for wear; RAF makes the count to finally end the contest... and the time of Jonny Hughes in ACW.
Philip: Here is your winner, and still ACW World Champion... Jack Jefferson!
Jefferson rolls off of Hughes, and the sweat in turn rolls off of him as Paint It Black fills the airwaves.
The crowd, kept on the edge of breathlessness the whole time, can finally release the pressure, and they do so in gales of cheering and applause for a tremendous match. It sounds deeply bittersweet to Jonny Hughes, who slowly stands up to see Jefferson receiving his title belt.
Jefferson holds it up, his right to its cachet once again strengthened. His satisfaction at a hard-fought match is obvious, and the temptation to gloat must be high... but as he turns his gaze to his defeated opponent, his flushed face and weary movement offer confirmation of a certain respect earned.
No words pass between them, but Jefferson shows his hand by exiting the ring, leaving it solely to Hughes. It will be the last time, perhaps ever, that the Spitfire will grace the ACW canvas; and whether they love or loathe him, the crowd rise as one to acknowledge his impact and legacy to the federation. An appropriate time indeed to give thanks.
Hughes allows a brief smile to cross his features... but it’s his trademark cocky smirk which most of the crowd receive, and the image of the final shot from this supercard Warfare.
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
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Post by The Red Panther on Nov 25, 2009 17:41:36 GMT -5
Is Run Away a pervert? >__> Oh and NOOOOO HUGHESSSS!
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Post by worldbreaker on Nov 25, 2009 22:06:37 GMT -5
Dave's and my promo is up! Go read!
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