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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:10:52 GMT -5
Wednesday Night Warfare 9th December 2009
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Chris Phenomenal vs. The Red Panther
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TJ vs. The Southern Smashers
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Criminal vs. Trent Wheeler
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Jack Jefferson vs. Cordelia w/ Diverse Mortality
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Dave Shadow vs. Senator Steve Phillips
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:11:08 GMT -5
Only two shows remain before Winter’s Discontent – never mind it being cold outside, inside it’s damn near freezing, at least in terms of certain peoples’ relationships...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:11:30 GMT -5
Crime Wave Credit: Criminal The ACW camera cycles around the inside the arena showing all of the fans that are in attendance. Suddenly the lights begin to flicker as "Criminal" by eminem begins to play over the PA system. The fans start giving a mixed reaction not knowing what to think of this superstar after what they have seen as of late. A numerous amount of red and blue pyros fly up into the air as the camera moves to the top of the ramp waiting for the superstar to make his apperance. Criminal walks out to the top of the ramp taunting the fans who are still filling the arena with a mix of cheers, and BOO's! Criminal starts walking down the ramp slapping fans hands on his way down. He slides under the bottom rope, and runs to the opposite corner climbing the turnbuckle taunting the fans one more time. He looks towards the ring announcer and signals for a mic. He then jumps off the turnbuckle and begins to pace around the ring.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Let me take care of the first order of business. I know that everyone is probably thinking why did I do what I did? Trust me there is a very, what’s the word I’m looking for here... Oh yes, there is a very unique explanation of why i cost Trent the title this past Wednesday. The crowd then erupts in a chant of WHY?[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Well, I don't think that the reason really needs to be told. the sound of disappointment is heard from the fans.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]OK! OK! The reason why I attacked Trent Wheeler and cost him the Entertainment Championship is because he deserved it. No, I'm not talking about the championship because he is far from even being called a champion in the making. Trent deserved what I did to him at Warfare because of what he did to both Vortex and I last Wednesday. I took it upon myself to take care of business and figure out what degenerate would have to attack from behind knowing that there is no way they would win face to face! The crowd then erupts in a "Criminal" chant![glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow]Trent, I have done my homework, and have taken care of my revenge. However, now I get you in the ring as well. I hope that Vortex didn't beat you to bad last week, because now it is going to be my time to shine. Now, let’s move on to the next order of business, and that would be Vortex. Vortex, if it wasn't for me last week you would no longer be the holder of the Entertainment Championship. Well now you also know that you so called "Title reign" could have been ended last week, then what would have separated you from the underdog bracket. That's right NOTHING!! However, i would like to congratulate you on your victory last week. The way you won your match reminds me of something. The fans then become very quiet, as criminal then paces around the ring.[glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I am reminded of past, both in prison, and on the streets. Vortex, I’m almost certain that have no idea what I am talking about. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am going to be completely honest with you. One the streets, and in prison as well as being here in the ACW you want someone on your side. Regardless of if you are friends with them, or just acquaintances. The fact of the matter is that once problems start going down it is nice to have back up. Being gang affiliated like myself, means that you fight for your life. You learn the value of your life, and learn that you need to take what you can get. Vortex, you took what you can get, but the question remains can you keep what you were able to take. Trent Wheeler thought that he could use the attack on us last week to help his value, and help is outcome in becoming the next Entertainment Champion. Well revenge is a must where i come from. I think that the revenge that I implied to Trent is that of great statue. Now i also get to put him through the pain, and torture of being placed in the ring against someone with such a sick and twisted mind set. Trent, you are just lucky that it is only a singles match and nothing major. I would not love anything more than to be able to make an example out of you, but i will bring the street life to the ring tonight and prove myself to both the ACW staff, and the champions that are standing in my way. Criminals music begins to play as he drops the mic. He taunts the fans one last time before exiting the ring. The scene fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:12:31 GMT -5
Match 1: Chris Phenomenal vs. The Red Panther (Credit: Chris P)
The Beginning
Once again Chris Phenomenal was faced with a much smaller opponent for a match and his size and speed advantage proved to be problematic for Chris Phenomenal right from the get go. The two men circled each other and every time Chris tried to engage with Panther he would duck out of the way and connect with a kick to the calf before scooting away. Each time this happened Chris Phenomenal became even more frustrated, his face becoming a deep crimson. The cat and mouse game lasted for about thirty seconds before Chris was able to manoeuvre Panther into a corner. Chris delivered a devastating shoulder block to the gut of Red Panther, crumpling him in two and placing him into a seated position on the second turnbuckle. Chris backed off a bit and knocked Panther of his perch with a vicious European uppercut knocking him to his back. Chris wasted no time in further punishing Panther as he backed away and grabbed a hold of the legs of Red and fell to his back slingshotting Red Panther into the bottom turnbuckle. Panther immediately rolled out of the ring clutching his possibly broken jaw as Phenomenal looked on. Seemingly content with the count-out victory.
The Middle
It wasn’t going to be that easy for Chris Phenomenal however as Red Panther showed the heart of a champion and barely beat the ten count and rolled into the ring. Chris wasted no time and going onto the attack and immediately started stomping the sternum and jaw of Red Panther, forcing the official to break the two apart and let Panther get to his feet. This didn’t help much as once he did Chris Phenomenal took him out with a thunderous clothesline that turned Panther inside out. Chris mercifully covered Red Panther, figuring he was out cold. It was not to be however as Panther was able to get a hand on the ropes at two, prolonging the match, but also being faced with a Chris Phenomenal that was becoming more infuriated by the second. He rolled to his feet with Red Panther in his grasp and pulled him to his feet, ready to end the match with a Filibuster. Red Panther would have none of this however, instead knocking the arm away and hitting Chris Phenomenal with a jawbreaker sending him stumbling back. Red took a moment to gut to this feet and ducked a clothesline attempt from Chris Phenomenal and on the rebound used his momentum to level him with a Hawaiian violence party, twenty strikes putting him down in a matter of seconds, and this time it was Chris who kicked out at two.
The End
After the Hawaiian Violence Party, Red looked to have the match in control pulling Chris to his feet and sending him back with a few blistering knife end chops, setting him up in the corner. Red backed away and pulled off an impressive Barret 50. Cal, Panther showing some surprising strength, and Chris narrowly kicking out at two. This proved to be the turning point of the match as Red Panther’s ego got the best of him, taking his time before looking to connect with a Flying Armbar that Chris Phenomenal was able to avoid at the last second and counter with a big Switch Blade. Both men were down forcing the referee to start a ten count. Chris got to his feet at five, beating Red Panther who stumbled into Chris who leveled him with a backdrop driver. Chris got a two count following it but had seized the momentum for good. As Red Panther got to his feet Chris looked for the Superman Punch but Panther showed the wherewithal to avoid it, ducking underneath and as Chris turned around Panther connected with a Flying back kick, having hit the ropes and come back with considerable speed. In a flash it was over as Panther picked up the shock victory, pinning Chris for the three count.
The Winner
By pinfall, following a Spinning Back kick…The Red Panther
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:12:48 GMT -5
As Red Panther ducks out of the ring heading towards the back, Chris Phenomenal pulls up to his feet, shocked, stunned and one thousand other adjectives. Looking out over the ropes, Chris stares down at Panther when all of the sudden a loud jeer is heard from the crowd. Now standing behind Chris Phenomenal is Jack Jefferson crowbar in hand ready to strike and gain a measure of vengeance for Chris interjecting himself into the Title match at Winters Discontent. A smile comes across his face as Chris turns around and Jefferson swings for the fencing, connecting with the head of Chris Phenomenal dropping him like a sack of hammesr. A second and third sledgehammer-esque blows come down from Jefferson as the face of Chris Phenomenal immediately changes from the silky peach to eery crimson, blood rolling down his cheeks falling onto the canvas. Looking down at his handy work, Jack turns around and commandeers the microphone from Phillip Jones:
Jefferson: Chris Phenomenal, this is what you get for interfering in my business, for nosing around where you’re not welcome.
Jefferson drops down to his hands and knees and grabs the title from around his waist and forces it in front of Chris Phenomenal, forcing his head face right up against this.
Jefferson: If you want to try and win the ACW Heavyweight Championship, that’s your business, but consider this just an example of what I can…and will do to you at Winters Discontent.
Jefferson rolls off of Chris and gets to his feet, raising the title and the crowbar into the air, the blood of Chris Phenomenal dripping off of both as we cut to commercial, medical personal coming down to attend to Chris Phenomenal.
Credit: Jack Jefferson and Chris Phenomenal
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:13:05 GMT -5
Title: Back To Where It Began Credit: Trent Wheeler
The following was filmed on December 2nd.
Trent Wheeler and Ryan Stark are seen, on what looks like the beaches of Miami. Wheeler is blind-folded and is being lead by Stark. Wheeler has on his wolf trench coat, which Stark suggested he have.
Trent Wheeler Smells...like the ocean. Rai, why did you bring me here?
Ryan Stark Well Trenty, I'm sure you've had a lapse of confidence in me, after what happened with Red two weeks ago. I brought you here to remind you why you should trust me.
Stark takes Wheeler to the back of a restaurant, Mac's Grill. Stark stops Wheeler.
Trent Wheeler I shouldn't trust you. You never wanted me to leave The Wolves. And after you threw in the towel for me, I-
Stark takes off Wheeler's blind-fold. Wheeler sees a desolate alleyway. It's full of garbage from Mac's Grill. Wheeler crotches down.
Ryan Stark Remember this place Trent? This is where I found you, passed out in the rain. I risked my status and took you back to the den of The Wolves and helped you get back on your feet. The only thing I wanted in return, was for you to join me. Join me in The Wolves. Which you did. You stayed for awhile and really helped us out. Then you started to go to those shows put on by the NWW, and I guess you fell in love with it. You wanted to be a wrestler, and nobody was behind you. But...that didn't stop you. You said you wanted to give up The Wolves and left. I hated you for that back then, but I understand why you did it now. You wanted you life to be more than stealing and selling. You wanted a clean slate, to become better than your parents. You've come a long way from the time I found you here...
Trent Wheeler Rai. Wow. Just wow man. You have done a lot for me. You were the one who taught me how to fight. Wouldn't be anywhere now if it wasn't for ya. Damn.
Ryan Stark Hehehe. Okay Trenty let's get some lunch. How 'bout Mac's?
Fade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:13:45 GMT -5
Segment: A new challenger approaches, Part 1 (Credit: Totally not Freeman <_<)
The scene fades in to show two men standing in a hallway.
The difference between the two men is astounding. One is older. Just one look at him, and you can tell. This is a man of business. A man of order, and numbers. The other man, not so much. The second man is younger, in his early twenties. He doesn't seem like a man of order at all.
The older of the two seems to be a bit worked up about something. Worried. The younger man doesn't seem very concerned at all. This may be what is worrying the older man.
The older man speaks first. And yes, I hate making filler intros.
Greg: Okay…Okay…This will be tough. But we can do this. Now, listen to me good. This interview is important. The impression you make on Gingerdude in just a few moments will decide whether or not you get hired to the ACW roster. I’ve done all I could as your manager to ensure that things go in your favor, but If you ruin this, that is IT!
Trace: Dude! Don’t worry! I’ve TOTALLY got this! Plus besides, no man – no SANE man – could ever turn away…Trace…Birmingham!
Greg: Trace…Birmingham?
Trace: YEAH! It’s my super-awesome wrestling name! Trace Birmingham…ACW Superstar!
Greg: What kind of a---
Trace: Or even better – Trace Birmingham…ACW CHAMPION! How do you like that one? Huh? Huh?
Greg: How do I like that?! That name is ridiculous!
Trace instantly seems destroyed, as quite obviously he was quite fond of that name. It seems like his whole world has come crashing down.
Trace: What?! Aw, come on…do you KNOW how many hours I spent in front of the random name generator to get that one?
Greg: Look, enough debate about the name. The real question is…did you get my email?
Trace: Er…email?
Greg: You know…the email. It was no easy job coming up with a whole career history for you. I had to make you sound good because if they find out that you’re just…you…you’ll never be hired. I hope you studied it because we need to be in sync with each other.
The lack of instant comprehension on Trace’s face seems to worry Greg instantly. He takes a short pause, looking at Trace, before speaking a bit slowly and shakily. He can’t fathom a negative answer to his question but he has to ask anyways…
Greg: You DID get it, right?
Trace: Oh, THAT email…er…by get it…you mean…got it and opened it?
Greg: You…did open it, right?
Trace: And by open it, you mean opened it and read it?
Greg: YES!
Trace: Like…word for word and stuff?
Greg: YES!!!
Trace: Like…intent reading? Or like…does skimming count?
Greg: YES! INTENT READING! DID YOU STUDY IT!
Trace: Well…if by study…you mean...well…no.
Greg: You just skimmed it?! How could you just SKIM it.
Trace: Well…er…no…
Greg: What?! But you just said---
Trace: I mean, I saw it and all, but I didn’t think it was like…IMPORTANT stuff. You always send me that boring stuff. Like…you know, all that boring manager stuff.
Greg: THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY VITAL!
Trace: Ah come on…like…you know how it is. You do your half, and I do my half, right? So like…my half is like…training to be a wrestler, you do all that thinking stuff. And all that preparation stuff. And then…like…you tell me, and I work with it. Right? You put the two halves together and you make a whole! And I mean…I did my half.
Greg: Well, yes, I assumed you’d been training. How much?
Trace: Well…I dunno, hours, really.
This seems to at least slightly calm Greg a bit. Perhaps things aren’t all lost, and maybe he could still salvage things before it was too late.
Greg: Good, good. You work on your cardio?
Trace: Nah…
Greg: Oh…well…you train up your muscles then?
Trace: Well…nah…
Greg: So what DID you do?
Trace: Strategy training! I watched some awesome wrestling matches on youtube. Tons of ACW shows! Isn’t youtube amazing? You can see like ANYTHING there. And did you know that if you go to google and search “Free ACW PPVs” that y---
Greg: THAT’S your training? BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU DO ANYWAYS!
Trace: Exactly! Which is why it works so well, right?! It’s like. Yeah. Um…hold on…I remember this from economics. There’s this thing…right? I do what I do best, and you do what you do best and we trade. So that’s why this is so awesome! I would do that anyways, and you would do all this boring manager stuff anyways, then we just go about our normal lives, doing stuff we’d do anyways, we put it all together, BAM! It’s perfect! So like…yeah, I was doing that. I mean, I was GOING to train physically too and all, but you know…I had other things to do.
Greg: Like what?! You don’t do anything all day anyways!
Trace: I wouldn’t go that far! I do a lot of things! I went on a lot of forums and stuff, and then I played some online games and stuff. Oh, and then the news was on. I watched it. It’s actually kind of interesting! Did you know we’re in like…a recession or something?!
Greg facepalms, and realizes that this is a lost cause. Quite obviously, he can no longer rely on Trace to do any of the work. Greg has to take control, as he has had to do so many times before. Perhaps things would run smoother if he just kept Trace in check, stopped him from destroying everything, and made sure all the work got done the right way. They say if you want a job done right, you had better do it yourself…
Greg: You know what? You’re right. This IS best. Just follow my lead. But listen to my rules. I’ll make it easy for you. There will be two rules. Rule number 1, don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.
Trace: Oh, come on! I can win him over! I’ll just put on some of the Trace Birmingham charm, ya know?!
Greg: You know what? Don’t speak even if you ARE spoken to. Rule number 2. DON’T – and this is the most important rule so pay attention – DON’T, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES…Try to be funny!
Trace: WHAT?! Oh come on! I can tell some jokes! OOH! Knock knock, who’s there, Trace Birmingham, Trace Birmingham who?
Greg: No, absolutely d---
Trace: TRACE BIRMINGHAM, THE FUTURE ACW CHAMPION, THAT’S WHO!
Greg: …
Trace: …?
A momentary silence.
Greg: …I think we're in trouble...
Fade out
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:14:10 GMT -5
Match 2: TJ vs. The Southern Smashers (Credit: TJ)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:14:27 GMT -5
Segment: TRP wants something for Christmas (Written by: The Red Panther)
Warfare is about a quarter of the way through, and The Red Panther has already had his match. He doesn't seem to be a mood to talk about it though as he strides down one of ACWs hallways, our camera man jogging to keep up. Panther reaches Gingerdudes office and without knocking walks in and sits down. Gingerdude looks up from his desk and sighs.
Gingerdude: What do you want now Red? A new car? New music? More pyro?
Panther: Hahaha, so funny. No, I have a serious request so shut up and listen to me. I am tired of Wheeler. Since our match at Last Orders, he hasn't shut up. He hasn't apologized for claiming to be better then me. And he hasn't admitted that I am the dominant force in ACW. At Winter's Discontent I want to finish this off, once and for all. So book it. Use your magic powers or whatever, I don't care. Just get me the match, OK?
Gingerdude: No.
Panther: Thanks man I...wait what? Why?
Gingerdude: For one, Wheeler has left you alone all month. He hasn't attacked you, he hasn't bad mouthed you, he hasn't done anything. And second, you need to take up stuff like that with Stark. He is Wheelers manager, he does most of Trent's scheduling work. I still set up title matches and the like, but if you want a grudge match, I'm not your guy. Go find Stark and ask him.
Panther: Ask Stark? He might not even be here! Typical Gingerdude, no wonder everybody thinks you should step down from the board.
Gingerdude sighs again.
Gingerdude: Have you been talking to Kevin again?
Panther: Hell no, what do you think I am a moron?
Gingerdude: Sorry, I forgot Kevin has no friends.
Panther: You know what? Fine. I'm going to get that match.
The Red Panther stands up and growls before leaving Gingerdude’s office. Gingerdude leans back for a few seconds then goes back to his laptop.
Gingerdude: Oooh, a friend request! Oh my, Facebook is fun...
OOC: Sorry about the horrible segment/match this week.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:14:53 GMT -5
Title: Theme From Cops Credit: Trent Wheeler
Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna doooooo!
Ryan Stark is seen walking down the hall, singing the well known theme song to Cops. Trent Wheeler is shooting the breeze with a ACW employee as Stark comes up.
Trent Wheeler What the hell Rai? Why are you singing the theme to Cops?
Ryan Stark Come on Trenty think. Who are you facing tonight? Criminal. It's in his name! He's a Bad Boy Bad Boy.
Trent Wheeler Bastard...Costing me my title match. I know I could have won if it wasn't for him. I'll beat his ass tonight.
Ryan Stark What's he gonn, What's he gonna do-o-o!
Trent Wheeler Really Rai? Really? Why are you singing that?
Ryan Stark Stuck in my head! And besides, it fits him. You know Trenty, your too serious. All the time. You gotta lighten up!
Trent Wheeler I'm not really in the mood to lighten up Rai. We had such a...unique moment this weekend, and now Criminal's on my mind.
Ryan Stark Come on Trenty, free your mind. And sing!
Trent Wheeler I'm not really into Inner Circle.
Ryan Stark You know the name of the group that made the song? Nerd.
Stark walks away from Wheeler, laughing. Wheeler realizes something and shouts after Stark.
Trent Wheeler Hey wait a minute! That means you know it too!
Stark just waves back at Wheeler and continues walking.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:15:10 GMT -5
Match 3: Criminal vs. Trent Wheeler (Credit: Red Panther)
Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:15:34 GMT -5
Segment: Hospital Here We Come (Credit: CP, Senator and ??)
Returning from commercial break we see Chris Phenomenal being aided into the back by medical personal at each side, blood still dripping off his face as a medical technician works to patch up the wound on the go.
Medical Tech: We’re going to need to get him to the hospital to take care of this, that’s a deep cut there.
Coming up behind them is Senator in his moldy ring gear, the man who for the past two months has mentored Chris after entering into retirement looks on.
Senator: Where are you taking him? There is business we need to take care of this evening. Surely you can perform any necessary treatments here at the arena.
Medical Tech: No, the wound appears to be too deep for a simple stitch job, we’d like to check him out as well for a possible concussion, considering his history.
Senator: Concussion? Hogwash. Mister Phenomenal here is perfectly fine, he just needs someone to patch together that nasty wound on his forehead and he will be good to go.
Medical Tech: Sir, we can’t afford any liabilites, I do believe he is concussed, he showed a number of the signs inside of the ring of a grade II and especially with his history, I am under orders that have me taking him to the hopsital.
Senator: From whom?
Medical Tech: Chairman Gingerdude sir, with the recent media awareness towards the plights of those who have suffered repeated head trauma, he is taking every precaution with the health of his wrestlers. Any wrestler showing signs of concussion is to be evaluated by an independent specialist, as well as removed from the premise for his own safety.
Senator: Of course it would be the Chairman, always looking after his wallet first and foremost. Come on Chris, we’ve got business to take care of tonight.
Chris turns his head and tries to pull away but the two men hold on, preventing Chris from walking away.
Medical Tech: I’m sorry sir but we can not allow us, it would place my job in jeopardy. Surely whatever plans you and Mr. Phenomenal have hatched can wait for the time being.
Hog tied, Senator is forced to admit defeat here as he walks away, Chris finally reaching the ambulance as the two ring agents aid Chris into the back of the ambulance as a second medical tech assures them they are free to go. Chris looks on as the second medical tech smiles as his phone rings. Scrambling to answer it, the man listens for a second before whispering into it.
Medical Tech: Yes Dave, I’ve got him. There’s no need to worry.
With that, the man hangs up the phone as Chris Phenomenal looks up, wiping some blood from his eyes in shock.
Medical Tech: Remember me?
Chris Phenomenal: Fuck
The man takes off the hat he is wearing and the brown locks come out, to the casual viewer, the face means nothing, but for those who have watched the damage Chris has caused over the past two months they now the face of his captor…
Jay Tyler.
The ambulance begins to pull into gear as Chris Phenomenal goes after Jay and the two begin brawling, the driver not knowing what is going on as the scene fades away as the ambulance pulls out of ACW arena.
Additional Credit to Dave Shadow.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:16:03 GMT -5
Segment: A New Challenger Approaches, Part 2 (Credit: Totally not Freeman <_<)
There is approximately one minute before the interview, and Greg is in ultra-prep mode, making sure that his client Trace Birmingham is completely ready for the important moment to come.
Greg: Alright, it’s almost time. Don’t forget what I told you! I do the talking, you just smile and nod. Play along and I hopefully can smooth talk my way around your complete ineptness.
Trace: Hey, what?! YOUR ineptitude is off the chart, I am INinept! I am so the opposite of inept that I am basically outept. You know what I’m saying?
Greg: NO! NO I DON’T! But whatever it is STOP SAYING IT. Let’s practice. JUST STOP TALKING RIGHT NOW. God!!! You’re lucky that when your father died his last request was that I help you realize your dreams of becoming an ACW superstar. Your father was a great man and a great friend, god bless his soul, but I hope he burns in HELL for this one. I’m a serious manager, and I don’t need to be paired or associated with somebody like you. But since I have been, we’re doing this right! I have never failed before, do NOT break my record.
Trace: Well, what if they ask me a question?! I’ve gotta say something!
Greg: No. You don’t. Pretend you’re a mute. And don’t act like a mark!
Trace: Ha! Who do you think you’re dealing with. I’m totally cool!
Greg: Totally cool, huh?
Trace: Yeah! So don’t worry about it. I won’t screw up.
The door opens, as Ginger is ready to see them. The men take two steps inside…before Trace’s mouth drops right open. He is standing right in front of the chairman of ACW. And instantly he breaks his promise of silence.
Trace: OH MY GOD! GINGERDUDE! Ah…I CANT BELIEVE I’M STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!
Ginger: Uh..well…
And Trace surprises everybody in the room by bowing to Ginger. Greg’s fists clench as he realizes this is going to be harder than he thought.
Greg: Um…I…apologize for him, he’s a bit overexcited. And…um…used to wrestling in Japan, where…bowing is customary. But hopefully his credentials shall speak for themselves.
Ginger: Well…would you like to take a seat?
Greg grabs Trace by the arm and speaks through gritted teeth
Greg: Yes. We would.
A couple moments later, Trace has composed himself and both Greg and him are sitting on chairs across from Ginger’s desk.
Ginger: So. Your name is Trace Birmingham
Trace: Y—
And then he pauses awkwardly, remembering he shouldn’t speak, and turns to look at Greg. Ginger looks perplexed at the two, before Greg quickly answers.
Greg: Yes.
Ginger: Your father was quite the wealthy man, before he died. Left it in his will that if we would hire you to the roster we would get quite the sum of money for our company. Now with a donation such as that, it would be hard to turn it down, but I am afraid that we cannot take a wrestler in who is not sufficiently experienced or ready. Do you understand this?
Greg: Well I can assure you that Trace is more than competent, and has many credentials to his name.
Ginger: You keep answering for him, but this meeting is for me to speak to Trace, and I would like him to answer my questions.
Trace turns to Greg nervously, and Greg gives a miniscule nod of his head, to say (reluctantly) that Trace will have to speak.
Trace: You want to know if I’m credible?
Ginger: Well, that’s what I asked.
Trace: OF COURSE I’M CREDIBLE! Man, can you ask an easier question than THAT, Ging? Look, I’m sorry, but do you even KNOW who you’re talking to?
Ginger: Well, of course I---
Trace: I don’t think ya do! Because if you DID, then you wouldn’t be asking me such a stupid question!
Greg speaks in a low, yet threatening voice.
Greg: Now, Trace…let’s not get carried away here…
But Trace is getting fully into this.
Trace: No, Greg, quiet. I’m Trace Birmingham and I’ll be treated with nothing but respect!
A silence, as Ginger’s eyes widen as he looks across the table at Trace, who keeps a look of defiance on his face. Greg’s face has gone white, but Ginger smiles and Greg sighs with relief.
Ginger: Well! You’re confident! I like that.
Trace: Good! And let me tell you, I can’t WAIT until you sign me to a contract and I get to wrestle in my first match EVER.
Silence all around.
Ginger: First match…ever?
Greg: Um..he means first match ever in an ACW ring, of course.
Trace: Yeah, of course! Haha…what did you think I meant? Of course I’ve wrestled before! I’ve got YEARS of wrestling experience under my belt! Ages! I’ve been wrestling as long as I can remember! Of course it…IS hard to remember ya know. After all those head bumps I’ve taken while doing all of my dangerous moves. But that’s just the life ya know! Haha!
Ginger: Well, have you won any championship belts?
Trace: HAVE I?!
Greg figures this is a point that could go badly if not handled correctly and he takes over.
Greg: Trace has won a NUMEROUS amount of titles in fact. When he---
Trace: Oh, a NUMEROUS amount. NUMEROUS amount. A…PLETHOGA of titles you might say. Titles up the wazoo! I mean if I had a dollar for every title that I’ve---
Greg cuts Trace off with a very awkward and forced laugh.
Greg: Yes, indeed, Trace, but as your manager I think I should be the one to promote your accomplishments, don’t you agree? When Trace was in Japan, he wrestled in a relatively small fed. Most people haven’t heard of it, so I won’t even bother you with the name, but in that small fed, he gave one of the greatest title matches the fans had ever seen. He went over 45 minutes, and was finally able to win the championship after a quick rollup reversal out of his opponent’s finishing maneuver. He held the belt for six months, before finally losing it in a 3-way match in which he was NOT pinned. And when he wrestled in Mexi---
Trace: Yeah, thanks, but that’s just the Boring stuff! I’ll take over from here! Yeah, I’ve held titles. Tons of titles! I’ve held big titles, small titles, singles titles, tag team titles. I’ve held gold titles, silver titles, even RAINBOW titles. But, not all of them were in boring matches. You see my manager over here really doesn’t know all of the REEEEALLY cool things I did. You wanna hear all of them?
Ginger: Sure, I’d be very interested to hear your accomplishments.
Greg: Well, let’s…let’s not go TOO far, Trace, after all…Ginger doesn’t have all day and can’t be bothered to hear these stories. He REALLY can’t be bothered to hear these stories. Why don’t you let ME---
Trace: Excuse me? Who’s the manager here, and who’s the amazing wrestler? I THOUGHT SO! Managers. So annoying, right?
Ginger: Well, why don’t you go ahead and tell me what you want to say.
Greg facepalms, and leans back in his chair. The light in Trace’s eyes right now suggests that things are NOT going to go well.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:16:24 GMT -5
Match 4: Jack Jefferson vs. Cordelia w/ Diverse Mortality
Diverse Morality have been a little quiet as of late – but they’re out in force tonight, gathering in a menacing group at ringside as Cordelia takes on her biggest challenge so far in ACW. Jefferson approaches the match with a cool demeanor – but he’s clearly alert and somewhat on edge, and Cordelia seeks to take full advantage of this.
The opening couple of minutes are a series of brief but energetic skirmishes; Jefferson balances power with speed in a supreme combination and lands several strong hits, but Cordelia remains on her feet and her confidence grows along with the support coming from her corner. Jefferson constantly has to watch his back as Cordelia seeks to steer him into a corner, and since he can’t see in two directions at once, he can’t help but leave a gap in his defences. Cordelia is able to get in close, and execute a running bulldog leading into a pin; Cordelia covers and gets a two. As the pair are getting up, Cyda feigns attempting to enter the ring; the referee is distracted, and Cordelia delivers a low blow before delivering a throat thrust and then a DDT. The ref only sees the cover and slides into position – Jefferson kicks away just after the two, and rises looking extremely hacked off.
Cordelia tries to end the contest quickly with a snap suplex – but Jefferson resists it and whips her hard into the ropes, causing her to rebound into a rapid setup of his double underhook backbreaker. Jefferson pins and Cordelia just kicks out, looking furious and determined; but Jefferson is just as determined, and his possession of the ACW Championship means that he does not want to lose a match to a much less experienced foe. Cordelia continues to test him, but Jefferson has a new plan; he consistently blocks her attacks, and Cordelia’s underlying rage, much like that of her one time fiancé, proves to be her undoing. She tries to power through Jefferson’s blocks, but instead makes herself vulnerable – and Jefferson unleashes a mighty barrage of punches before striking with his Blizzard Suplex. The ref makes the count, 1,2,3 – Cordelia kicks out, but she is too late, and besides this her cohort of supporters appear to have had enough.
They storm the ring, with a point to prove; Jefferson has to make a swift exit. The match and the victory are his – but the ACW ring is becoming ever more the territory of Diverse Morality. Cordelia looks more than a little satisfied as the show heads to a break...
Match winner: Jack Jefferson
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 10, 2009 17:16:54 GMT -5
Segment: A New Challenger Approaches, Part 3 (Credit: Totally not Freeman <_<)
Trace: ---So then he’s right in front of me right? I juke and jive like only Trace Birmingham can, ya know, and then his mouth opens! I throw my hands out like this and I’m holding the tiger’s mouth open with just the strength of my arms! He’s biting down but of course I’m stronger than him, and I know that if I’m not careful my head’s gonna be bitten off, so BAM!
Trace suddenly shouts this last part, seemingly for effect.
Trace: I like LIGHTNING stick my head outta there, let his mouth go, he bites down on his OWN TONGUE. Now this is gross stuff,Ging, blood everywhere, but I’m nondeterplussed, so POW!!!!![ I uppercut him in his fenine equivalent of a jaw. And then of course I slap on my famous submission move the WITHOUT A TRACE.
Ginger is staring wide eyed. Greg has his head buried in his hands. This is hopeless. Trace continue trying to sound smooth
Trace: You ever seen a tiger tap out? If ya know what I mean…
Trace gives a sly grin, as Ginger seems a little confused.
Ginger: Er…what?
Trace: You know…it’s like, one of those innuendo things. It makes whatever you say sound so much cooler too. It’s like…a double meaning or something. Between you and me though Ging, I’m just an all around funny guy. I mean like…my talents go awesome pro wrestler number 1, hilarious comedian number 2. Then number 3 would probably be…mafia wars player. Number 4…well, you know those little things that---
Greg: Trace…why don’t we stick to number 1. In fact, I think that maybe it’s time you---
Trace: Well that’s OBVIOUS. He KNOWS I’m awesome at that. It’s kinda like one of those…like…if you’re going to a job interview you talk about your hobbies, well MINE is being hilarious. Ging, ignore Greg, he’s really boring, he’s like an Adolf Hitler of a manager, and so---
Ginger: WHAT?!?!
Trace: Well, I don’t like...mean it in bad taste or anything. I mean the not-offensive way! Like the holocaust isn’t funny, but like…yeah, that was a bad thing. Like…probably top 500 bad things of all time. But like, you can still make a Hitler joke. Like kinda like a Stalin joke, or a Napoleon joke. Or…oh! Oh! Okay. Let me start over. It’s kinda like a Caesar joke. Bad guy, right? Like a real jerk of a king, just like Hitler, but like…Caesar even has a salad named after him.
Trace stops, seeming satisfied with this explanation.
Trace: Anyways…so why don’t we talk about the time I won the FIRST EVER Battle Royal on a Boat in piranha invested water match!
Greg: I think you’ve said MORE than enough, Trace. Trace: Nah, me and Ginger are on the same wave over here! Look, Ging, Greg’s a good guy but he just doesn’t get me! I mean he didn’t even KNOW me until my time as a luchadore in Japan. So I guess he’s kinda my manager slash best friend but---
Greg: I am most certainly not your best fr---
Trace: But anyways, Ging, YOU are the real cool guy. I mean look at you, you’re smart. A great business man, and if you don’t mind me saying QUITE the handsome man as well! I mean…like…God, you should write a book. GINGERDUDE: WORLD’S GREATEST MAN. And I would totally be one of those reviewers who goes like “THIS BOOK MADE ME CHANGE THE WAY I VIEW THE WORLD.” Because it totally would Ging, it totally would.
Greg is cringing as Trace obviously is trying to put on some of the Trace Birmingham charm, and his flattering remarks don’t seem to be working. Trace seems to sense this so he steps it up a notch.
Trace: Um…um…I mean…well I’ve even read your Wikipedia article like…ten times…but it just isn’t enough. I wanna know more! Because…I mean…I can’t think about anything more interesting than the life of like…the most successful wrestling company chairm-…the most successful business m-…The most successful man in the world.
Ginger stares at him, seemingly unable to believe what he’s hearing, but Trace senses that this isn’t quite a positive stare. He steps it up once more.
Trace: Er…I mean you’re the kinda guy I’d wanna worship. If you had a cult? I’d join it. If you had like a statue I’d kiss its feet Ginger. I’d kiss its feet. Now don’t let this influence your decision about me, wink wink, cough cough, but I’m just throwing this all out there on the pool table.
Ginger:Um…well, Trace, now that I’ve talked to you, I---
Trace: And let me just say THIS, Ging. I---
Ginger: No, listen, I think---
Suddenly the door bursts open, and a security guard seems concerned.
Guard: Ginger, you’re needed immediately.
Ginger: What’s wrong??
The guard looks at the others in the room, and then goes up to Ginger, whispering to him, since it is apparently confidential. Ginger’s eyes widen and he stands up.
Ginger: Look, I’m sorry, this is urgent. It seems that this---
Trace: But Ging, I haven’t even STARTED to tell you about the time I was in the jungles of---
Ginger: Well I’m afraid that I---
Trace: WAITWAITWAIT! This one’s good, so it’s hot out…like 200 degrees probably, and I---
Ginger: I REALLY must be going.
Greg perks his head up, from where he had it buried in his hands, and quickly makes sure to interrupt.
Greg: Ginger, with all due respect, we did schedule for this time slot. Now, I hate to be rude, but we have not yet finished. Of course, we could always reach a quick decision. If you sign him to a contract, we’ll go on our way, but if not, we are at least entitled to continue to attempt to fully sell you on his merit. Now I know you’re a busy man, but Trace does have a few more stories I think he’d like to tell.
Trace: Cmon, Greg, stop talking business. Me and Ginger are both men of the world, right Ging? We don’t need this business talk. Anyways---
The dire situation that will remain unstated for lack of creativeness on my part continues to call to Ginger, and he reacts quickly, having no time to find a way out of this, and knowing that at least he will get Trace’s father’s hefty donation.
Ginger: Fine, you want to be a member of the roster? You’re hired. Now get OUT of my office, and please…don’t come back.
And with that Ginger is gone…there is a silence, as Trace and Greg are the only two left there. Greg waits before he is sure the coast is clear, before he sinks into the chair and sighs.
Greg: …
Trace: …?
Greg: …Trace?...
Trace: Yeah?
Greg: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!
Trace: You impressed? That was the old Trace Birmingham charm. I TOTALLY won him over, and now I AM A MEMBER OF THE ACW ROSTER. HaHA!
Trace goes up for a high five, but Greg bats Trace’s hand out of the air. Trace seems shocked at this out of character act of aggression from Greg.
Greg: You insufferable fool! You almost screwed that WHOLE thing up. Luckily I was able to salvage it. Well, unluckily I suppose. If I wasn’t so indebted to your father I would have let that whole thing fall through, and I could have been free. Now, I’m forced to manage YOU. The only reason you didn’t completely fail, is that you annoyed him so much he had to get rid of us! Ugh. I’m out of here.
Greg shakes his head and walks off. Trace is looking down at the ground, deep in thought. Suddenly he follows after Greg, and yells after him, his eyes brightening.
Trace: So it WAS me that got us hired!
Fade.
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