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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:19:36 GMT -5
Segment: A curious introduction (Credit: ??)
Back in the arena, McNally and Edison are leading up to the next match...
McNally: This is going to be a big one, folks, VorteX vs. Thunderkiss.
Edison: Not a lot of love lost between those two, Eddie. My prediction is-
Suddenly, the projector screen flickers to life and the cameras take us to a bizarre and strange location. As the camera moves forward we see the camera focuses upon a decrepit and decaying house, seemingly abandoned years ago. The cameraman moves forward to the faded brown, paint-chipped front door and slowly pushes it open. As the door eases open with an intense squeak, the cameraman pans the room for any sign of life but finds nothing but dust covered cloths laying over a few pieces of abandoned furniture. However, finally the camera pans over to the far corner of the room, where a person seems to be sitting in the corner with his bowed. The cameraman moves closer to the person, noting that there seems to be no breathing. Wondering if he perhaps stumbled upon a corpse, the cameraman lets out an audible breath of fright as the head snaps up and the cold piercing eyes of The Scorpion penetrate the reflective glass of the camera lens.
The Scorpion’s eyes grow wide with anger and he springs to his feet in one motion, almost angry that his solitude has been disturbed. However, the show of emotion lasts only a split second, as he calms himself quickly and flicks his head back to remove his hair from his face. With this done, he simply sneers at the cameraman and finally utters a single statement.
Scorpion: Make a chain, for the land is filled with crimes of blood and the city is full of violence, Ezekiel 7:23.
After uttering that simple statement, The Scorpion turns and looks as if he’s going to leave. However, his attention is diverted when he passes by a large piece of furniture covered in cloth. He cocks his head to side inquisitively before grabbing onto the cloth and yanking it off the large piece. As the cloth falls to the floor the young one’s eyes go wide for only a split second, as if to indicate some type of internal reaction to what he sees. In front of him sits a large grand piano, the dust coated on the keys indicating long term lack of use. He continues to gaze at the piano as his breathing suddenly begins to quicken into short, sharp bursts. It is obvious that the sight of the instrument has triggered a forgotten memory in the recesses of the young one’s mind that is now attempting to surface once again.
The breathing becomes so sharp that the black soul appears to lose his equilibrium, as he has to grab onto a nearby cloth-covered piece of furniture to maintain his footing. His hand visibly shaking, it is obvious that piano has triggered some type of trauma from his past, as the trademark anger and hate is gone from his eyes and is replaced with a quiet sadness that seems to emanate from the very core of his being. Still trembling, the young one slowly sits on the stool in front of the piano and runs his fingers over the dusty keys, watching as the dust accumulates on his black open-fingered gloves. The scene could be reminiscent of the legendary work entitled The Phantom of the Opera, as the one seated at the piano is dressed in a long coat and is scorned from society because of the inherent differences between he and the rest of the world.
Back in the arena, just about everyone is now heavily disturbed, not least our announcers.
Edison (whispering): Can’t they get this off? Surely it’s not doing our ratings any good, right? Right?
While fighting back the emotion he has sworn so vehemently to resist, the young one undertakes a relatively shocking activity as he begins to play the piano in front of him with significant skill. Over and over his fingers rain down on the keys, producing a beautiful melody that sounds as if it could have been produced by one of the classical legends such as Beethoven or Mozart. Perhaps more surprisingly is the nonchalance with which the dark one plays the song, as it is obvious that his human side is playing the melody while his fanatic side is resisting this openly “human” activity. Finally, the fanatic appears to slaughter humanity once again as he quickly stops and the trademark fires of rage reclaim the haunting green eyes once again.
The incredible anger overtaking his psyche once again, the black spirit quickly jumps to his feet and flips the stool over with one arm, obviously enraged at the fact that he allowed himself to become human for a fleeting moment. This rage boils over to the breaking point as the young one begins turning over various pieces of furniture in the room, obviously angered beyond belief at his supposed show of weakness. He continues expressing his rage as he proceeds to punch himself in the head several times, obviously blinded by rage at his succumbing to humanity for a brief moment.
The camera begins shaking in fear due to the cameraman’s fright as The Scorpion proceeds to scream in incredible anger. He continues to scream out in rage, hitting himself even harder as the seconds go by. The scene gets even more frightening when he spots a rusty chain near the piano that was apparently left when the house was abandoned. He quickly grabs the chain and looks up, as if asking for guidance.
The purpose of the chain becomes shockingly clear at this moment, as the dark soul slowly picks up the heavy metal and wraps it around his right hand, making sure to draw it tight and taut. With this done, the psychotic entity known as The Scorpion once again embraces his insanity as he proceeds to bash himself in the head over and over with the steel chain! Continuously he bashes himself in the forehead, however perhaps the most interesting aspect of the scenario is his eyes. While wide with shock due to the intense pain, the eyes give off a sense of quiet peace, as if his psyche has become calm due to this beating. He finally ceases the brutal bashing and drops the chain to the floor; however this does nothing to stifle the gruesomeness of his demeanor. The young one stands absolutely covered in blood as he spews his plasma onto the floor, yet he merely gets a demonic grin on his face and actually snickers, as if entertained by the self-inflicted brutality.
While still holding this bizarre and disturbing smile, The Scorpion slowly kneels in prayer to his lord and savior. The cameraman has seen enough at this point and drops the camera before quickly sprinting out of the house. As static consumes the video feed, the last thing we see is a profound sight. With the blood forming a puddle around his kneeling body, The Scorpion closes his eyes and spreads his arms, obviously reaching out to the heavens looking for the loving embrace of a father…
And then it’s over, as quickly as it began. The crowd breathes an audible sigh of relief. Even the redoubtable Max McNally has to take a few seconds before taking up the microphone once more...
Fade.
(OOC: Segment credit goes to Scorpion.)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:21:26 GMT -5
Segment: WHY MUST I ALWAYS CLOSE BROWSER HALFWAY THROUGH A SEG Credit: Freddy Maddox, Sgt. Pilko
The recent changes in the budget and subsequent production values of Alpha Championship Wrestling are evident as the camera starts rolling in the interview area of the backstage section. Standing in front of a red curtain in a dimly lit area we see ACW newcomer, Freddy Maddox. He has his usual aura of nervousness about him, though the look of his eyes paints a slightly different picture...he flicks his long hair out of his face as the camera focuses in. He takes a deep breath before addressing the camera.
Freddy Maddox: It's been 3 weeks exactly since I was given the opportunity to enter this company, and what an eventful 3 weeks they've been. I came to ACW for a new opportunity, I took the plunge into this industry because I saw it as a way to forget the past and forge a new beginning for myself. Do you know what I have learnt these past 3 weeks? I have learnt that ACW, like every other walk of life is no different. Each week I've either been beaten up for no god damn reason or have managed to save myself from it by the skin of my teeth. I figured here that there wouldn't be any bullies either, I thought that people would be too busy doing their own thing to be concerned with picking on other people. Well, do you people honestly want to know what my opinion is of that? IT'S BULLSHIT. JUST LIKE MOST THINGS IN LIFE. I'm sorry, really sorry, to be the bringer of bad news but there is no promised land. ACW is just full of egotistical jocks just like high school was. Well, you know what? I'm TIRED of just standing back and having problems come my way. I'm TIRED of people being like "oh look there's Freddy, let's go piss him off for no fucking reason!". Yes, I'm tired of being started on for no other freakin' reason than the fact that I'm different.
As Freddy pauses the camera follows his brief gaze to the floor before following it back up to eye level. The camera zooms as Freddy takes a deep breath to calm himself. The look in his eyes shows a fire burning inside.
Freddy Maddox: For my entire life I have had to deal with this crap. It wasn't funny to begin with and it isn't funny now! The only difference is back at school I tolerated it because I thought if I stepped out of my perceived place in the social hierarchy then something worse might happen. But recently I realised what the hell worse could have happened? I spent some of the best years of my life getting fucking swirled, getting thrown into dumpsters and lockers just because I had the so called "cheek" to be a little different from others. Well, do you know what? These past few weeks I've learnt something that I should have learnt a long time ago. Not to be afraid. I was afraid before that I would hurt my "cool" factor by reacting, but let's face it I didn't have one begin with. And well, in ACW, I have nothing to lose. I started here with a clean slate and already jackasses have taken it upon themselves to do their best to make my life a misery. Chris Phenomenal, Danny Mainer - your typical jocks who think just because they're deemed as "cool" or "popular" that they can push you around. Well, you know what? NO MORE! See, I've had enough of being push around. Now it's time to fight back and prove just what I'm really capable of. The reason these bullies and thugs act like they do is because no one ever steps up to they're all too afraid that something bad might happen. Or they're alone and thus can't afford to as they would be outnumbered. Luckily for me these two issues are no longer a problem.
Freddy pauses as a wry smile appears on his face.
Freddy Maddox: Now, unlike many of my roster mates I am not a man who takes my words lightly. I do not say trash talk if you will, and then back out of it - no. All my words are backed up by actions and I am going to prove that to you tonight by calling out the man who has been trying his upmost to put me into hospital. This man like all the other bullies and thugs on the roster thinks he can just assault his way to the top by unfairly taking out his opponents. Well, tonight I have decided I am going to confront Sgt. Pilko on my terms. Tonight I am going to ask Sgt. Pilko why he sees the need to try and injure me for no reason.
So how about it Pilko, why don't you come here so we can have a little chat?
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The camera shifts to the communal locker room. Watching the monitor attached to the wall is none other than Sgt. Pilko. With a slightly bemused face a very calm in contrast to normal Pilko leaves and heads towards where Freddy is. A camera man quickly follows Pilko with the shot changing to show Pilko marching towards his destination. Eventually he arrives to see a determined Freddy. Both men stare at each other in silence before Pilko breaks it.
Sgt. Pilko: What is it you want, boy?
Freddy takes a step forward and raises an eyebrow.
Freddy Maddox: What is it I want, dude? Heh, that's a funny one. I want to know why you keep assaulting me! You know what? It must be getting boring for you to have to attack me each time. How about we mix things up a little. How about I attack YOU!
Freddy mischieviously smiles while Pilko raises his hands into a guard position.
Freddy Maddox: No. No, you see I believe all physical confrontations should be kept in the ring. However, maybe I should just do the job for you, Pilko? Save you the effort, eh? I guess it wouldn't be as satisfying, but hey - let's give it a go!
Freddy raises his right hand which prompts Pilko to tense up even more while still looking quite bemused by this whole situation. Freddy swings. BANG. Freddy connects. But with what? Not Pilko that's what! There is an almighty crack as his knuckles say hello to the wall. Pilko clenches his teeth as he pulls back his knuckles. However, it appears Freddy has forgotten something about the situation and that is the ticking sound bomb that is Pilko. The huge crack has obviously triggered something off within Pilko as the same demonic gaze and aura that was seen on him last week slowly descends. Freddy seems to not have been expecting this and steps back but the VERY angry Pilko follows. Freddy raises his hands up and that is when the strangest thing happens. Pilko backs up. With blood gushing from his cracked open knuckles looks confused. He withdraws his hands again and Pilko comes forward once more...but when he waves his hand in front of the face Pilko he backs off at an increased pace. Freddy follows before Pilko eventually breaks into a run and leaves the area.
Freddy Maddox: And who said you couldn't settle things without getting physical? Heh. In any case, for those of who missed it earlier...I'M IN BROTHER!
Freddy smirks for the camera as it slowly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:21:50 GMT -5
Match 5: VorteX vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: Thunderkiss) *Ring,Ring*
Thunderkiss: My man! What’s going on?
“...”
Thunderkiss: Yeah brother, we are still down for the super card. Gotcha’ on the on deck circle. “...”
Thunderkiss: You sound pretty excited, ready to knock some of the ring rust off of you?
“...”
Thunderkiss: That's phenomenal, because I have the perfect way for you to do just that. Later, broski, I gotta go kick some ass.
*ClicK*
Thunderkiss *rubbing hands together*: Checkmate. ..::ACW::.. THUNDERKISS VS. VORTEX ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 15 minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Thunderkiss Age: 31 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: San Fernando, California
Vortex Age: 29 Height: 5'11" Weight: 200 lbs. Hometown: Near Death Valley, California The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen on the side trons. Thunderkiss' video plays on the Alpha as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. Upon entering, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.
The lights dim and grayish smoke fills the arena. Various lights placed around the arena create the illusion that the world is devoid of color, basking the entire arena in a black and white aura, deepening shadows and enhancing the florescent lights. Vortex walks down the ramp slowly, carrying his signature ladder on his shoulder. As he descends the ramp behind him gradually brightens, until he is at the bottom, and at that exact moment a large explosion of white ensues behind him (due to the synchronized blast of hundreds of small devices rigged with an explosive catalyst). Vortex ascends the ring steps, which seem to glow brighter the farther he goes. Finally, Vortex ducks through the ropes and goes to the center of the ring, at which time the arena is cast into pitch blackness. The entrance music cuts and a single, dim spotlight shine down upon Vortex, illuminating wispy dust particles floating through the arena. The spotlight flickers, once, twice, a third time, and goes out. Complete darkness, and then a tremendous explosion around the ring as the arena lights come back on. Vortex slowly removes his hat, and his eyes seem to illuminate as he does, then he casts off his coat and drapes it over his arm. Vortex walks to the edge of the ring and removes his coat from his arm and drapes it over the edge of the turnbuckle adjacent to him. Vortex walks to the center of the ring, unfolds the ladder, and takes a seat on one of the rungs, waiting for his adversary to appear.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: As the match comes to a start the ACW fans and SLA fans rise to their feet and begin to back their “horse” in what will certainly be a long race to come. In the ring both men circle each other, waiting for the other to strike. Showing no fear, Vortex gets first blood with a spinning back fist that takes TK off guard. This is followed up by a roundhouse kick that almost takes TK’s head off. Luckily he was able to duck down enough to avoid direct impact but still is feeling the sting of the blow. This prompts TK to kick it up into high gear and he does so with a LOVE GUN! The gigaton punch nails Vortex on the shoulder and nearly breaks his collarbone in the process. Showing that he is made of sterner stuff that what his opponent would give him credit for, Vortex drives his elbow into TK’s kneecap. The protection of his kneepads is not enough to completely cushion the blow and Thunderkiss stumbles backwards into the nearest corner. Vortex combos with a running clothesline that knocks TK down into a sitting position. From the next few minutes Vortex relies on his quickness to keep TK in that exact spot. MATCH MIDPOINT: Thunderkiss has had enough of Vortex’s shenanigans and puts a stop to his dancing around with a well placed KICKSTART MY HEART! The heart punch causes Vortex to crumble to the mat where Thunderkiss circles and then starts pounding him into the canvas like a hammer to a nail. After softening him up, Thunderkiss lifts Vortex to his feet and slaps on a big bear hug. Slowly but surely the life gets sucked out of Vortex and to add further insult to injury Thunderkiss begins to shake him around like a rag doll. Joey Reynolds asks Vortex if he wishes to submit but there still is a lot of fight left in the Count of Castlevania. He elbows Thunderkiss right between the eyes to soften his grip, and he does it again to break free. With Thunderkiss covered up in a defensive position, Vortex responds with a rapid BLACKOUT DROPKICK! Thunderkiss doesn’t see it coming and drops down to one knee. From there, Vortex hooks TK’s head and prepares to take off with a WHIRLWIND OF DESTRUCTION! Unfortunately for Vortex, TK’s size anchors him well into the canvas and Vortex is sent sailing off of TK’s body like a dart. No wanting to lose this match for anything, the number one contender for the ACW World Title alters his offense and takes on Thunderkiss with hit and run tactics that prove successful. MATCH ENDING: In the final moments of this match Vortex has come back to stun the Kiss Army and the SLA fans. A flurry of fast punches takes TK off his game and off his feet. Vortex then capitalizes on this to perfection with a beautiful CATCH 22 corkscrew leg drop. It lands right across TK’s neck and nearly crushes his windpipe in the process. With TK down Vortex then heads to the top and pirches himself up atop the nearest ringpost. Slowly but surely TK rises to his feet, and as he does, Vortex gets ready to pounce with an EXCLAMAT!ON PO!NT! The instant this transpires Vortex leaps off and sends both feet directly into TK’s sternum. Thunderkiss topples over and the ACW fans come alive with excitement! Maxwell McNally: Vortex is on the verge of getting his first ever win over Thunderkiss! But can he seal the deal?! Taking TK’s size into consideration, Vortex forgoes the Psychosurgery and instead singles for the EDGE OF OBSCURITY! Needless to say this version will not include a chair since Vortex dare not risk disqualification. As he climbs the top rope, the crowd stirs as someone has decided to crash the party uninvited! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Either Rena has mistaken the rampway for a runway or Vortex is soon going to be dealing with double trouble! Unaware of what is transpiring behind him, Vortex continues his march toward victory. From the corner of his eye Thunderkiss watches Rena close in. All he needs is a stall tactic and he finds one as he wraps his arm around the ankle of Joey Reynolds. Reynolds tries to pull away and as he does so, Rena leaps up onto the apron and knocks Vortex right off the ringpost with a CHICK KICK! Vortex lands hard onto the canvas and twists his ankle as he does so. Upon seeing the damage done, TK releases his hold on Reynolds and hobbles to his feet. There, he unloads with a massive GOODNIGHT KISS that takes the “air” right out of Vortex. His 360 degree spin comes to a stop as his crashes upon the mat, directly on his back to make TK’s next move even easier. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! Phillip: And here is your winner, THUNDERKISS! Thunderkiss demands his hand be raised and style and reluctantly Reynolds does that or face bodily injury. Rena joins Thunderkiss in the ring and jumps onto his back as the two begin hamming it up in front of the camera. Thunderkiss: Now it’s your turn to stay a while and listen, and trust me brother, after that Goodnight Kiss it shouldn’t be a problem!Rena: Actually, I think someone should come clean up the pollution in the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:22:11 GMT -5
Segment: Partners? Hardly. (Credit: BK London)
Upon returning from our boot of the week, which was BK London taking care of both The Senator and Chris Phenomenal last week at the end of Warfare, we see the beautiful features of Charlotte King.
Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing by with the man who recently has found himself entwined in a feud with Chris Phenomenal and who will be teaming with Adrian Flamingo tonight in the main event against Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow, three time ACW Heavyweight Champion - BK London.
The camera swings over to BK London who walks into the shot with his arms folded, and he recieves quite the reaction from the fans in attendance. It brings a smile to his face and now he turns his attention to ACW Interviewer, Charlotte King.
BK London: It's good to see you again Charlotte.
Charlotte King: It's good to see you too again BK, and even better to see you back on the card tonight for the first time in what? 5-6 months?
BK London: I'd say so, but you know it feels good to be back in the ring. I love to wrestle, and even though this business has taken it's toll on my body for the past 6 years or so - I love to show up every few months and tear the house down. I love to remind fans both old and new exactly who I am. But you know, I've came across something lately that has really grinded my gears..
Charlotte King: Well obviously, you've got both Chris Phenone-
BK London: - No no, not that. Trust me, I don't sweat that kid at all. What really grinds my gears is...hmm...well, did you see the ACW Awards last week?
Charlotte King: Yeah, actually I did...
BK London: Could you believe that BK London's masterful performance in the Triple Threat Tag Team Elimination match against Flower Power & G-Unit wasn't nominated for Match Of The Year? I mean, who exactly were the incompetent group that shut out BK London in that category? I tell you, it's a conspiracy - a conspiracy against me.
Charlotte King: Well, you do have the chance to have another Match Of The Year candidate tonight since you're teaming up with Adrian Flamingo against the World Champion Dave Shadow and your opponent for next week on the 'Born Again' supershow - Chris Phenomenal. How do you feel about teaming with Adrian Flamingo?
BK London (scratching his neck): You know, I'm not exactly looking forward to it honestly, but I guess I do deserve it for hiring him back to the company a few weeks ago - but we don't exactly have the best history if you know what I'm saying? He broke my leg, I broke his back, and we've both attempted to kill one another multiple times for a few months after that, and then I took his job away from him and sent him into an insane asylum. So yeah, I don't exactly think we'll be one of those great tag teams for years to come.
Charlotte King: That's for sure, but do you think you guys will co-exist?
BK London: Strangely enough, I think we will. Deep down inside, while we hate each other with a fiery passion - we both respect one another. He knows just as well as I do that if we beat the other team, we both get a bit of momentum and maybe he could be in the running for a title shot.
Charlotte King: That's true. Do you have any final words before your match though?
BK London: Chris Phenomenal obviously has it out for me tonight, but tonight - I'm going to make another point, like I did last week. While I'm not as active as most guys on the roster, I've still got it in me to lay one hell of a beat down - and Phenomenal is going to experience that first hand tonight. And then next week, I'm going to prove my point again.
London exits stage left, and he appears to be ready for his big match tonight. He guarantee's victory both this week and next week - but will he deliver?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:22:26 GMT -5
Venerici Jack Jefferson The taxi pulls up outside Venerici, famously expensive and exclusive Italian restaurant. Jefferson hands the driver the fare and steps out of the door. He considered driving here but decided a taxi would be a better idea as they will both want to drink with their meals. Jefferson, wearing a sharp suit accompanied by a black open-collar shirt, is still sporting some of his injuries suffered at the hands of the bouncers the previous week. Namely his black eye which has faded slightly but is now tinged with yellow, making it extremely prominent and noticeable. He walks around to the other side of the taxi and opens Stephanie’s door for her. She steps out, wearing a huge smile as well as looking stunning in a deep red dress that matches her lipstick perfectly as well as accentuating her breasts. Jefferson smiles to himself as he studies her and thinks to himself that he is the luckiest man in the world.Stephanie: I can’t believe you actually got us a table at Venerici! I thought you were joking. Jefferson: Of course not, I promised to take you some place nice after all. Stephanie: Some place nice is one hell of an understatement though. How on earth did you even manage to get a table? They’re usually booked months in advance. Jefferson: Being the best wrestler in the world does have some advantages you know. Now, are we gonna stand here all night blabbering away or are we going to go sample this supposedly amazing cuisine? She takes his hand and they walk across the road and into the entrance to the restaurant where they are met by the concierge. In the background traditional Italian music can be heard and the decor is classically rustic Italian with a lot of exposed stone softly lit by a plethora of candles.Jefferson: Table for Jefferson please. Concierge: Certainly sir, please follow me. The concierge picks up two menus and walks over to the table reserved for Jack Jefferson, seating the pair and placing the menus in front of them.Concierge: A waiter will be over shortly to take your order but for now can I bring you anything to drink? Jefferson: What’s your finest white? Concierge: Right now we have a delicious Vernaccia di San Gimignano; regarded as one of the finest wines in the history of Italian wine. It’s dry with a crisp acidity and oaky undertones. Jefferson: That sounds great, we’ll have a bottle of that. Concierge: Certainly sir. The Concierge leaves to arrange for their bottle to be brought across.Stephanie: Wow, talk about splashing out. You’re sure this isn’t going to be too expensive? Jefferson: Of course not. Anyway, it’s not like I had anything else planned for tonight is it? There is a slightly sarcastic edge to Jefferson’s tone and Stephanie shoots him a warning look. He responds by smiling.Jefferson: I’m joking, I’m joking. Like I said, only the best for you. Stephanie smiles as she gazes into Jefferson’s eye. The moment is slightly disrupted by the arrival of the waiter with their win, however. He pours a small amount into a glass and hands it to Jefferson, who proceeds to drink its contents.Jefferson: That’s great thank you. The waiter proceeds to pour both Jefferson and Stephanie a full glass before placing the bottle in the centre of the table between them as Jefferson and Stephanie begin to study the menus in front of them. The waiter then takes out his pad and pen.Waiter: Are we ready to order sir? Jefferson: Hmm... He continues to pour over the menu as the waiter waits patiently for an answer.Jefferson: We’ll have the White Onion Soup to start... He looks up to Stephanie for her approval which she gives with a nod.Jefferson: ...yeah, two of those to start please. Waiter: Zuppa di Cipolle Bianche in Crosta... Stephanie: I’ll have the Wild Duck with the Broad Noodles please. Waiter: Anrita Selvatica Con Pappardelle, certainly. Jefferson: Now, I can’t decide. What would you recommend? Waiter: Our specialty is Calamari Ripieni, I can’t recommend it highly enough. Jefferson: Calamari Ripieni, what is that exactly? Waiter: It’s Stuffed Squid sir, served in a garlic, tomato and olive oil sauce. Jefferson: Great, I’ll have that then. Waiter: Excellent, sir. The waiter collects up their menus and leaves.Jefferson: Christ almighty, what a prick. You’d think at these prices you’d at least get some decent service! Stephanie: What do you mean? He seemed nice enough. He even called you “sir”. Repeatedly. Jefferson: You can’t tell me you didn’t notice? Stephanie: Notice what? Jefferson: Him constantly correcting us with the Italian names of what we were ordering. Stephanie: Well, it is an Italian restaurant after all. Jefferson: So what? Shouldn’t mean you need to be fluent in Italian to eat here! When I asked what the Calamari thing was I thought he was going to start smirking at me. I won’t have some fucking waiter looking down his nose at me. Stephanie: Just calm down, I’m sure he didn’t intend to be condescending. He probably has to refer to all the food in Italian as part of his job. The expression on Jefferson’s face suggests that he doesn’t necessarily agree but he doesn’t voice this opinion as the waiter comes across with their White Onion – sorry - Zuppa di Cipolle Bianche in Crosta starters along with a side of crusty bread, straight out of the oven. They begin eating the soup as soon as the waiter has left their table and it is clearly enjoyed, as evidenced by the fact that every last drop is mopped up with the homemade bread. No sooner than the spoons are placed in the empty bowls than the waiter has collected them up and whisked them away to the kitchen.Jefferson: Honestly, it feels like he was hovering over me the whole time just waiting for me to finish. Stephanie: You’re reading far too much into it if you ask me. On a happier note, how that soup was lovely wasn’t it? Jefferson: You’re not kidding, it was absolutely superb. If the soup’s that good I can’t wait for my squid. Stephanie: Looks like you won’t have to. Stephanie nods, gesturing for Jefferson to look behind him. As he turns he sees the waiter making his way across, carrying their food with him. Jefferson smiles, on the verge of licking his lips as his plate is placed in front of him.Waiter: Enjoy. Stephanie: Well will, thank you. As the pair settle into eating their main course they look like what you would expect a “proper couple” to look like. Laughing, enjoying themselves and even sharing their food. Jefferson, for the first time in a long time, actually looks contented with life as if this one evening is enough for him to temporarily forget his troubles in ACW. Next week though, he has a match against Michael Smart and a point to prove with it so he better enjoy this moment while he has it.
Fade to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:23:22 GMT -5
Numbers [/color] Credit: VorteX[/center] As the camera fades in, those in attendance can see Vortex walking towards his locker room. He just finished his grueling match with Thunderkiss and looks exhausted as he pushes open the locker room door. A split second after the door is open, someone on the inside flips on the lights, blinding Vortex and confusing those watching.??: Sorry, no cameras at this time! The man slams the door in the cameraman’s face, cutting the viewing audience off and presumably creating a lot of speculation come tomorrow morning. Vortex comes to his senses and looks at the man, who is about five and a half feet tall, near three hundred pounds, and dressed in a polo shirt and dress slacks with a crown of fiery red hair to complete his ensemble. Flanking him were two men in suits, presumably bodyguards.??: Oh, don’t mind them! They are simply a formality! Now, now let me introduce myself…I am Ralph Dryder. Vortex: How the hell did you get in here? Dryder: Seeing how you are the suspect of a very deadly bus crash, I was provided with warrants to find you by any means possible! Vortex: So you’re CIA? Dryder: No, no! I am a numerologist! We can refer to this little meeting as nothing more than a casual chat! Please, take a seat. Dryder motions to a chair beside him, however Vortex remains standing.Vortex: Let me get this straight, I’m a suspect in what could be labeled as an ‘act of terror’ and they send a numerologist to my workplace instead of interrogating me formally? Dryder: Do not sweat the details! Well…maybe the numerological ones…but never mind that! Do the numbers 21-9-11 mean anything to you now? The way Dryder said the numbers convinced Vortex that if he didn’t cooperate with the man, he would be seeing the inside of an interrogation chamber rather quickly. Considering he had a World Title match to prepare for…he decided to play along.Vortex: No. Dryder: Hmm…hmm. Let me give you a little insight on one possible meaning of ‘9’ and ‘11’. These two numbers apart may mean nothing, however if you stick them together you get a rather occult meaning! At a surface level, the numbers mean destroying the existing government and creating a completely new one with laws in exact opposition to what we currently abide by! Vortex: So you think I’m a terrorist. Dryder: No one is throwing names around here but you Mr. Osbourne! I simply aim to find out why you would draw those numbers before crashing a bus. Vortex: First, I didn’t draw any numbers. Secondly, I sure the hell didn’t crash a bus full of people…it’s unconscionable. Dryder: I can play along Mr. Osbourne! If you did not crash that bus…who did! Moreover, why were you on it? This was turning into an interrogation session far faster than Vortex could imagine. The two men in suits stood akin to statues of granite, while Dryder nervously fidgeted waiting for an answer to his questions.Vortex: I was touring the city as we have a big event coming up there soon. There was a man on the bus who called himself ‘Mr. Gray’, and he was the one to both draw those numbers and crash that bus. Dryder eyed up Vortex, and it was almost if he could detect any lie that was told. Of course, Vortex had no idea why he was in Portland that day; however, he figured his excuse would be good enough.Dryder: If you were indeed touring for a company event, why did you not go as your stage persona? Vortex: Normally, we don’t walk around in ring gear when visiting a city. Besides, I wanted to keep it low key so I could observe without a ton of people wanting my autograph. Dryder: I see…I see. Your words are convincing, however so is the video evidence with you leaving the scene of the crash! It is amazing what cell phones can do these days. If we are to assume you were not the culprit of this crash, did this ‘Mr. Gray’ say anything about the number 21? Vortex: No, he really didn’t say much that I could actually understand. He made no mention of the numbers, or the reason he crashed that bus. Dryder: Hmm…a mystery! Very well, very well! I will report what you have told me and continue my research. We will be in contact! Dryder makes a motion and the two statues animate and follow him out the door, without so much as a glance at Vortex. Vortex watches the men go and sits on one of the benches in his room, forming a splitting headache to go with his exhaustion. Gray had certainly brought a lot of unwanted attention to Vortex…and he had a feeling that there was a lot more to come.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:23:57 GMT -5
Court Massacre Credit: Criminal The news media is outside of the Seattle courthouse. All awaiting the arrival of ACW superstar "Criminal" to come forth and step infront of the judge. A paddy wagon pulls up revealing that there are numerous other convicts. Criminal is one of the last ones out, wearing the orange jump suit, a black and blue eye from the beating he recieved from the officers, as well as the handcuffs and shakles. They are all escorted in by numerous other officers. As they walk into the court house the staff trys to keep the media out, but one man makes it past and manages to make his way into the court room with the camera in tak. Baliff: All Rise, The honorable Judge Elliott residing. You may be seated. The courtroom is quickly silenced by the apperance of the judge. Judge: Up first, Harvey Ripper No one rises.Judge: Sheriff, where is Harvey Ripper Sheriff: He's right here. There sheriff walks over to Criminal and grabs him pushing him infront of the judge.Judge: Why did you not come when I called for you? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: You called for a Harvey Ripper, that's not my name. Judge: Then what is your name? [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: I am Criminal. ACW's Finest. Judge: ACW? Isn't that some form of wrestling federation that is suppose to be hosting a show here tonight. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal[/glow]: Yes, and thanks to you assholes i'm going to automatically lose my match. Well that's if i didn't lose it already. Judge: Well Harvey, it seems that you have a pretty large wrap sheet here. You have done 10 years for the murdering of the prositutes that you would seduce. Not to mention the previous drug trafficing, obstruction of justice, and burglary. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The murders where the only ones that caused hard time. Judge: Well now you are here for 5 grams of cannabis, and a newly added charge, Battery to a Police Officer. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] The officer deserved what he got. If i was given the chance I would do the same thing to him again. Maybe even a few others. Judge: You seem to have a bit of an anger problem. Could it be caused by the addiction of drugs. Maybe you need rehab. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] REHAB!! Do you honestly think that I would attend rehab. I told you the drugs weren't mine, and I have been set up. Judge: I bet that the rest of the people in here would say they were set up. So Harvey Ripper, what other alias' do you go by. So far we have Criminal. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] I am known to my friends and the whole ACW universe as Criminal, my name here yes it's Harvey Ripper, also known as Donald "The Angel of Death" harvey. However, my names are no longer a part of me. I am the Criminal and my past, needs to stay the past. Judge: It makes it hard when you keep fucking up. [glow=red,2,300]Criminal:[/glow] It makes it hard not to with dumbass police officers like the ones here in Seattle. Judge: Sheriff, I want this man out of my court room, before i sentence him to life. Harvey, I don't want to see you in here again. Next time you won't be so lucky. Criminal grins as the sheriff releases the cuffs. He walks out, both hands in the air with middle fingers raised high, making sure to leave them with an image of how he felt about the Seattle area.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:25:01 GMT -5
Segment - Origin Saga Ch.4/Re-Awakening credit - redbadger(Robert Garland) *My legs finally quit on me and my body refused to run any further, the night encasing my sorrowful eyes, tears still leaking down my face as I stopped in place, gasping for air. I quickly looked around before deciding to hide away alongside a nearby bar... Hopping to re-assess myself and regain control over my actions, my pet badger Red clinging to my shoulder as I sat down, my back against the wall.
Robert Garland - It's not possible... It's not possible... It's not possible...
He can't be... He can't be... This has to a dream!
Red - *Squeak?*...
WHY ARE YOU SO FUCKING STUPID!? [/b] Robert Garland - Red?!...No?... DIDN'T I ALREADY TELL YOU TO WAKE UP! HOW COULD YOU STILL BE SLEEPING?!![/b] YOU SAW IT WITH YOUR OWN EYES DIDN'T YOU!? ...YOUR HOME IS GONE, YOUR FRIEND IS DEAD... IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY SAD, BUT IT'S ALSO......[/b] VERY FUNNY![/b] Robert Garland - ...I figured as much...
I know exactly who and what you are... That other me right? The one that used to haunt my dreams and try to make my reality a living nightmare... The one that annexed me from society for so long before I finally got a grip...The one who's the cause of all this that's happened to me!THE ONE WHO IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GIVE YOU WHAT YOU REALLY NEED!!![/b] Red - *Squeak?**All of a sudden, it seemed the sky felt my pain, rain beginning to fall as the slightly etched roofing above my head drips it in front of my face. All I could do was sit there, trapped without a plan, without friendship and without those gestures of kindness I've come to grow found of in my life. I was all alone but at the same there was something else here...[/i] Robert Garland - ...
What I need huh?THAT'S RIGHT! I KNOW IT ALL AND I'M READY TO HELP AT THE SLIGHTEST REQUEST! [/b] Robert Garland - ... Red - ?...I SEE YOU UNDERSTAND! SO... WHY DON'T YOU BECKON TO ME, YOUR INNER SELF GARLAND!? WHY DON'T YOU ASK FOR MY HELP!?
NOTHING COULD BE MORE EASY RIGHT NOW WOULDN'T YOU AGREE!? YOUR SORROW AND SUFFERING WILL BE ERASED I PROMISE!! HAHAHAH!![/b] Robert Garland - What I need is my friend... What I need is someone to give a damn about me now that I have nothing left... What I need is a reason to get by... What I need is...
...What I need is...REVENGE![/b] Garland quickly gets to his feet, Red being knocked off his shoulder in the process as he continues to watch his master who now wears a solemn look on his face. The word "revenge" echos into the night before finally vanishing as the rain continues to fall almost more violently than before. Garland now wandering into it as he heads down the block, Red quickly leaping back onto his shoulder...Robert Garland - There's only two clues to follow... There are three punks at the Hilton Hotel... And... There's only one solution to this situation... And I know exactly what that solution is...SIX SHOTS IN A MAGNUM!?[/b] AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!![/b] Red - ...*Squeak*Garland continues to head down the road, rain drops dripping off of his outfit and the night air growing ever colder as if it was adapting to the situation, his motivation now realized and a plan now hatching in his mind... [/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:25:47 GMT -5
Match 6: Main Event Dave Shadow vs. Adrian Flamingo (Credit: CP) As our night draws nearer to a close we come in to the ringside area and our focus settles on the announce table and Maxwell McNally and Eddie Edison McNally: I really don’t know what to expect here with this match. Both teams have never shown any semblance of being able to get along. We used to say that Adrian Flamingo and BK London had quite possibly the biggest rivalry ever in ACW, one that extended above in beyond what we usually see but I believe Chris Phenomenal and Dave Shadow have possibly eclipsed that.
Edison: I think you’ve nearly hit the nail on the head their Maxxy, Adrian Flamingo put BK London on the shelf for six months with a broken leg, but when you look at the turmoil Chris Phenomenal has put Dave Shadow through, taking the Entertainment and International titles, putting him into a coma for nearly a month, his brother for nearly two I think you can say they are equal or that Dave and Chris may have pulled ahead.
McNally: And now they’re forced to team up together and as previously stated, their only re-course is that it’s a team that may have even greater troubles at getting along then them.
Edison: It likely won’t be pretty but if you want to see four men absolutely beat the living daylights out of each other you’ve turned in to the right station.
McNally: I agree, I just hope that our new Chairman, Samuel Hawthorne has security personal on hand for when this inevitably gets out of control. Now let‘s take it to the ring with Phillip Jones.The camera cuts into the ring and focuses on the beaming Phillip Jones, his bow tie perfectly centered, and his famous tenor voice ready to go. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentleman, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening. Introducing first he hails from Venice Beach, California. Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is “ticking time bomb”
Feuer fei [/center] ADRIAN FLAMINGO!The lights dim down to shades of pink and purple and fog rolls out over the entrance ramp. As "Feuer Fei" by Rammstein kicks into gear, Adrian Flamingo comes out from behind the black curtain with a big smile on his face. As the fans hold out their hands, Flamingo brushes, slaps, and even kicks them away as they get too close to their favorite superstar. Reaching the bottom, Flamingo slides in the ring and avoids any posturing, heading promptly to the furthest turnbuckle corner and waits for his partner…and foe.
It’s amazing, I’m the reason, Everybody fired up this evenin’. I’m exhausted, barely breathin’, Holdin’ on to what I believe in. Phillip Jones: And his partner, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty three pounds. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York, he is a former ACW Light-Heavyweight, Entertainment, Tag Team, International and World Heavyweight Champion, The Headlinah! The Main Event![/b] The crowd roars, waiting for Phillip Jones to say the name they’ve been waiting to hear for six months. BK LONDON!As soon as Phillip ends the name, the black curtain bursts open and out steps the ACW Legend, BK London. The crowd, having already been near a dull roar explodes, nearly blowing the roof of the place as London pauses atop the ramp and takes a few moments to look around the Key Arena at the fans before walking down the ring, making sure to slap as many hands as possible before sliding in and going to the far turnbuckle and raises his hand up in the air. Hopping off he turns and looks at his partner and avoids that turnbuckle, but goes to the side of the ring nearest the entrance ramp and raises his arm in the air again. London looks to pose on the third but is interrupted by a slow piano beat and then the voice of one of his oldest ACW rivals, Senator.
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity that I present this recording, as a living testiment and recollection of history in the making during our generation."
With that, the voice of Chris Phenomenal jumps in.
Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is HOV!
“Public Service Announcement" 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. Phillip Jones: Introducing their opponents, first he comes to the ring from Harlem, New York, weighing in tonight at two hundred and seventy pounds, he is a former ACW Entertainment and International Champion. Being accompanied to the ring by Senator Steve PhillipsHead 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. CHRIS PHENOMENAL!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, both of them splitting their glances between the mutual foe in BK London, or the unstable Adrian Flamingo Here comes the drums, here comes the drums. Phillip Jones: Introducing the second challenger. Hailing from Drogheda, Ireland. He weighed in at two hundred pounds. He is a former ACW Entertainment Champion, ACW International Champion and the current, ACW Heavyweight Champion![/color] Baby, baby, baby. You are my voodoo child, My voodoo child DAVE SHADOW!As the opening to Voodoo Child builds, several blinding lights illuminate at the top of the entrance ramp. A shadow emerges, the silouette dancing along with the music. As the shadow walks out of the light, we see it's Dave Shadow, with a perverted smile plastered across his face. He makes his way down the ramp and hops up onto the apron, climbing to the second rope at one of the corners and posing for all his fans. The camera spins round him, as he hops down and looks first at Chris Phenomenal, then Senator and then his opponents. McNally: Well, here we go.
Edison: What a way to end the road to Born Again!RAF looks across at the two competitors and then at Phillip Jones ducking out of the ring and then calls for the bell.[/quote]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:26:29 GMT -5
The sound of the bell sparks the first confrontation between tag team partners, all four men hoping to start in the ring. Chris points across at BK London and then gestures at Shadow and Flamingo. Meanwhile on the other side BK points at Flamingo and then outside the ring, causing Flamingo to nearly lose it and grab hold of London who finally raises his hands in the air and ducks out of the ring, allowing Flamingo and Dave to begin the match… …not quite however as they are interrupted by the new Chairman, Samuel H. Hawthorne standing atop the entrance ramp, looking down at the four. Chairman Hawthorne: Gentleman, I apologize for my interference however I feel as if there is something that I need to urgently address. I know there are many people wondering how I plan to control this match, with the four combustible elements inside of the ring. While I have no doubts that Mr. Fleming is more than capable of handling himself, I figured that since we are in Seattle, Washington, I might now someone with a little more to him, something that I expect will come in handy during this match. I'm a sailor peg And I lost my leg I climbed up the topsails I lost my leg Immediately the hometown crowd roars as from behind the curtain and the new Chairman steps out Seattle’s own Andrew Starr, a big grin on his face and signature flask in hand. He quickly shakes the chairman’s hand and begins down towards the ring, making sure every single out stretched hand gets touched. Reaching the bottom he does a circuit around the ring as the chairman looks on, and all four wrestlers in the ring stand idle, RAF ducking away outside of the ring. McNally: Andrew Staar is back in ACW, for at least one night only.Starr looks on however the crowd roars as Chris Phenomenal is no longer idle, sneaking up behind BK London and pulling him off the ring apron, London going face first into it and then turning right into the big right hand of Chris Phenomenal. This sparks Adrian Flamingo who bull rushes Dave Shadow and takes him down, the two rolling to the outside and beginning to fight, Andrew Starr looking down at the two sets of brawls, trying to decide which one to break up before shrugging his shoulders and to the delight of the ACW crowd, walks over to the corner, pulls out his hip flask and takes a swig and watches the two brawls going on. McNally: I don’t know whether to be appalled by the actions here by Starr or…
Edison: Apalled? This is brilliant. He can’t be in two places more than once and lord knows Andy Starr was famous for being in these type of knock ‘em down, drag it out brawls. He wants to watch this just as much as the people here do.BK London finally manages to get back at Chris, blocking a shot with his wrist before coming in with a side knee lift that doubles Chris over for a moment before sending him flying into the steel ring steps back first. On the other side Dave is taken down by Flamingo who slams him head first into the same ring steps Chris Phenomenal was just sent crashing into. With their two opponents down, Flamingo and London look at each other, shrug their shoulders and then decide to go at it themselves, each getting a hand in before Andy Starr finally intervenes, jumping between the two partners and pushing them aside, letting them know their battles can wait another day. London backs off as Flamingo tries to brush pass Starr who holds him in place and then looks down at the recovering Shadow and points him out to Flamingo and then at the ring. Flamingo follows and grabs hold of Dave, throwing him in and sliding in after as Chris pushes himself up to one knee clutching his back as Senator looks on. Back in the ring Flamingo picks Dave up and throws him across the ring into the ropes and on the rebound takes him down with a stiff clothesline. Dave pushes himself up but Flamingo takes him back down with a snapmere and then slams the heel of his boot into the C4 of Shadow who clutches the back of his neck. Flamingo takes great pleasure in the pain, so much so he does it a second time before backing away and doing a short spin on his heels, smiling all along as Dave gets up to his feet and eats a scoop slam from Flamingo. McNally: Flamingo might be a few screws short of a tinker toy but you’ve got to admit he is one of the greatest wrestlers we have ever seen.
Edison: Can’t argue with that, it’s a surprise when you think that he’s never won an ACW title but that’s sure to change in the coming months, I can feel it.Flamingo looks at Shadow still down and then points at BK London standing at ringside, the crowd roaring, Flamingo walks over towards BK, hand outstretched but as soon as London goes to slap it, Flamingo pulls it back and cheekily smiles at London before turning his back on him and focusing his attention on Shadow. London doesn’t take the insult well though and hops in the ring and goes after Flamingo but again Andy Starr jumps in, content to let the teams fight against each other, but not with each other. The distraction pays dividends for their team however as Shadow is trying to get up, Flamingo reaches down and grabs a hold of Dave Shadow by his testicles and squeezes, immediately the color draining from the face of Shadow as London is ushered back out of the ring by Starr. Once Andy turns his head back towards the action, Flamingo is sure to let go of Shadow who immediately drops down to his knees, clutching his nether regions in pain. Flamingo looks across the ring at Chris Phenomenal know back up to his feet on the apron looking at his grimacing partner with a sick smile on his face. Turning his attention back to Dave Flamingo picks him up and lifts him the air, holding him for three or four seconds, letting the blood rush to his head before falling back and dropping him with a delayed vertical suplex. Flamingo quickly scurries into the fall, hooking the outside leg as Starr takes a split second to get over and make the count. …1 …2 Shadow kicks out just after the two count and Flamingo doesn’t even pause, picking him up and throwing him into the ropes and looking for a clothesline again on the rebound but Dave ducks this one and on the rebound spins around the ropes as if going for a tiger feint kick, but with no one their. Dave pops out on the other side and looks at Flamingo and mouths the word “Lucha” to him and that sets Flamingo off, again causing him to bull rush Dave but this time it’s expected and Dave ducks out of the way and on the rebound rolls Flamingo up and again Starr goes for the count. …1 …2
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:27:23 GMT -5
BK London jumps into the ring ready to break up the fall but Flamingo kicks out in time. BK’s presence however draws Phenomenal into the ring and the two lock eyes, and then horns, more hands being thrown as Flamingo and Shadow both get up to their feet. Dave whips Flamingo across the ring and he narrowly avoids Starr, trying weakly to usher BK and Chris out of the ring, content to let the two go at it but not willing to forgo his job. Flamingo comes back as BK tries to whip Chris across the ring but Chris holds on, trying to reverse it but is unable as Flamingo runs right into their arms connected together, taking him down with a double clothesline as the two look on.
McNally: In all of my years watching and being a part of this business I don’t think I have ever seen anything quite like that before.
Edison: Indeed!
Dave looks on and as Flamingo rolls out of the ring, ducks out himself, willing to avoid the consequences of being in the same ring as London and Phenomenal. Now with the only two in the ring. Starr discontinues any passive resistance and lets the two go at each other. Their double clothesline having separated the two as they begin to brawl again, bouncing around the ring with close right hands and elbow shots until finally CP manages to leg trip BK London and throw him down to the ground and get a dominant positon, looking to pound him out. He connects with three or four but BK doesn’t stop throwing even though he’s on his back, eventually a looping shot thrown from the side stuns Chris enough to allow BK to reverse position and get on top of Chris and throw a downward elbow strike but Chris rolls out of the way and grabs hold of the arm, looking at Senator, his eyes pleading for him to give him a submission. Senator quickly signals for a kimura but BK postures up, trying to pull his arm free and Chris natural reaction to this is to pull his legs in and twist, ending up throwing BK onto his back and winding up in a cross arm breaker as Senator shrugs his shoulders, knowing the sheer luck of the transition but also subtly marveling at the skill Chris showed.
BK fights against the hold but Chris’ positioning is solid, him closest to the ring ropes preventing that escape. What he doesn’t factor in however is Flamingo, now back in action and looking for some form of revenge on the two that took him down as he comes sliding into the ring and begins to stomp the locked arm of BK London, adding pressure to the hold but also stamping the long fingers of Chris Phenomenal, trying to crush them under his weight. Chris is finally forced to let go of the hold and pull his fingers out as BK clutches his arm but Flamingo won’t be stopped from stomping them, now that they are disjoined alternating between the two but also taking advantage of the delayed reflexes of Andrew Starr, him trying to protect BK so Flamingo stomps Chris and vice versa. The crowd follows it, cheering every time Flamingo stamps Phenomenal and booing each time he does BK London as finally Starr just gives up and watches London and Chris try and roll away but the psychotic Flamingo just chases after.
McNally: I don’t know whether to laugh, commend Flamingo for the strategy or what, so I’ll ask why isn’t Dave Shadow getting involved in this?
Edison: Why should he, his opponent, and his enemy are getting destroyed by his other opponent who is tiring himself out with this tirade.
Eddies prophecy finally comes true as BK and Chris run out of room to escape the stampeding Flamingo they roll out on opposite sides of the ring. Flamingo looks around trying to find them but noticing they are gone, the fury subsides but so with it goes the shot of adrenaline that had fueled him. Noticing this Dave steps into the ring and turns and looks at Andy Starr who shrugs his shoulders and Dave kicks Flamingo in the stomach and then takes him down with a spinning neck breaker, quickly altering his position so his shoulders are pinning Flamingo’s to the mat.
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NO! Flamingo kicks out again as Dave gets up to his feet and grabs the fatigued Flamingo by his hair and tries to pull him up but Flamingo leans up and bites the hand of Shadow, causing him to let go gripping his hand and turn and look at Andy Starr who missed the entire thing as he grabbed a drink from his flask as Senator looks on shaking his head but not intervening, any damage done to Shadow, even if the rules are broken is a good thing for Chris Phenomenal.
Flamingo gets to his feet and Dave looks to kick him but Flamingo catches the leg and holds it and as Dave looks for a Dragon Whip Flamingo back steps, letting go of Dave’s leg in the process and allowing Dave to eat the mat. Flamingo isn’t standing for long however as Chris Phenomenal comes up and blind sides him with a stiff shot to the back of the head that rattles his already rattled brains. Flamingo turns around and eats a right hook, a left jab, another right hook and then a discus right from Chris flooring him as BK pulls himself into the ring from far side and Chris Phenomenal bids him to “bring it” but Starr steps in and orders Chris out of the ring and orders BK to stay out as well. Chris does as told with Dave standing in the corner with Flamingo still down. Quickly grabbing the tag rope, Chris reaches out and tags Dave as Starr makes an elongated slap above his head, signaling the tag as Dave Shadow looks around at Chris jumping into the ring and gets in his face, the two jawing back and forth arguing before Chris reaches out and slaps Shadow, telling him that it’s “his ring.” Dave comes back and looks to attack Chris but again Starr jumps in and pushes Dave out of the ring as Flamingo is crawling towards his own corner, whether it is out of instinct or whether he truly wishes to tag London in. London reaches out but with no one blocking his path Chris scampers across the ring and instead of grabbing Flamingo, takes out London with a running elbow smash, him not able to avoid it with his focus on Flamingo, knocking him off the ring apron and preventing a tag. Chris then stomps the clawing hand of Flamingo as he looks across at his mentor, an impressed smirk on his face.
McNally: Solid tag team wrestling their by Chris Phenomenal, making sure that BK London, the “fresher” man can’t get involved in the action.
Edison: I don’t know if you can necessarily call it a solid tag team maneuver as I think Chris Phenomenal was solely thinking of himself. Keep the wounded Flamingo in the ring and get a cheap shot in on BK, two for the price of one won out methinks.
Chris bends over now and picks Flamingo up and throws him into the turnbuckle and begins to take him down with a set of shoulder block. Once he is knocked down to the canvas, Chris walks out and grabs a hold of his legs, the entire arena hushed in anticipation, knowing what’s coming as Chris lined up Flamingo’s head with the bottom turnbuckle. McNally: Maybe Chris will knock some sense back into Adrian Flamingo here.
Edison: This move always gives me the chills.
Chris goes to slingshot Flamingo up into the bottom turnbuckle but instead finds himself falling forwards and landing face first on the middle turnbuckle and then spinning out of the ring as BK London stands over head, smiling, having knocked Chris into the middle of next week with a Shades of Michaels to the back of his head. Shadow having seen it coming however stalks him and once he turns around he walks right into the Blink!, Shadow powering him down with the leaping reverse STO and sending London falling out right in front of Chris Phenomenal. Flamingo gets up to his feet at about the same pace as Dave, the two having done most of the actual wrestling in this match with BK and Chris more content to beat the crap out of one another in their brief forays into the ring.
The two come together collar and elbow and Dave seems to win it, forcing Flamingo back a step and then going around him with a quick go behind and looking to take him down with a suplex but Flamingo blocks it and grabs one of the arms and takes Dave down with a Japanese arm drag. One arm still locked Flamingo looks to spin into a camel clutch but Dave sneaks out the backdoor and with one arm still clutched as in a pump handle, looks to lift him up into a power bomb position but Flamingo counters it once he gets to Dave’s shoulders slipping off of him and ending up with Dave in a hangman’s position and connecting with the Hangman’s neck breaker, Flamingo getting the better of the counter exchange. With Dave down, Adrian gets up and looking at the ropes runs at them and looks for the Flamingo Splash, spring boarding off the middle rope and floating back, landing right on Dave Shadow and hooking the legs as Andy Starr is a bit slow on the count, his back turned trying to hide the fact that he’s taking a swig from his flask. Sucking down the drink, Starr turns around and noticing the fall hastens to make the count.
…1 …2 …
The delay of Starr costs Flamingo as Dave manages to kick out at two and a bit. Flamingo turns his head and looks at Starr, his neck involuntarily twitching.
McNally: Tick…Tick…BOOM!
Edison: I think so, I hope whatever Andy has in their was well worth it.
The ominous premonitions are right but it’s not Flamingo who blows, he casually rolls of to the side as he spies Senator storming into the ring, making a beeline for Andrew Starr.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:27:57 GMT -5
The Mid Match Segments Return Chris Phenomenal, Senator and Dalton!
Senator Steve Phillips finally gets right up in front of Andrew Starr who looks at him slightly confused and spying the cane, a bit scared. Wondering what to do, it takes him a moment before remembering that for one night, he is an ACW referee, with the power to do anything he wants.
Andrew Starr: I command you to bark like a dog.
Senator looks at him with his eyes wide, absolutely shocked at what Andrew Starr has asked him to do.
Andrew Starr: If you won’t do that then fine, next time there’s an election, I say that you have to vote for Ross Perot or I will disqualify you right now.
Senator just shakes his head, the two statements giving credence to the assumption that Starr has sucked back a bit to much and is a wee bit on the tipsy side. He reaches out for the flash but Starr pulls it back, hiding it from Senator.
Senator: Now, now Mr. Starr, if I may call you that. Do you not think you have partaken of the bottle just a tad too much this evening? How about you hand over your precious container, along with that striped shirt, and allow me to take over from here while you sit back in the front row and spectate. After all, that is about the only thing you are capable of in your current state.
Andy Starr just shakes his head, pointing at the ACW crest on his shirt before looking at Phillips.
Andrew Starr: I’m sorry Senator, but the new Gingerdude dude, said I was the referee of this match and I don’t plan on letting him down. I don’t wish to sully my reputation.
Senator: I do believe we are long past that, Mr. Starr, but if you wish to avoid such a dubious dishonor, I suggest you retire for rest of the night off and let me put a definitive end to this debauchery.
Andrew Starr: Debauchery…debauchery…hmm?
Starr poses for a moment, trying to figure out what debauchery means as Senator shakes his head for a moment as Dave Shadow is trying to get to his feet and the maniacal Adrian Flamingo waits in his corner.
Andrew Starr: I don’t necessarily remember what that word means at the moment, but you sir are a debauchery.
Senator: Of all the…
Senator is interrupted by the roar of the crowd as BK and Chris are now up and noticing their proximity to each other begin to immediately throw bombs, each one not giving the other any room to operate, eventually BK takes the lead as he knocks Chris over the guard rail into the throng of cheering fans.
Andrew Starr: If you’ll excuse me, I need to go and break up that…
Senator: No, Mr. Starr, you are not going to break up this particular altercation, nay, instead you shall stay right here and officiate this match, keeping your focus on it at all times. Now hand me your flask.
Senator’s stern voice intimidates a drunken Starr a bit as he procures the flask from behind him, clutching it close to his chest.
Andrew Starr: You want some?
Andrew Starr extends his flask towards Senator as a gesture of friendship but the straight laced politician will have none of it, slapping the hand of Starr and sending the flask flying away.
Senator: No, you deluded fool, I shall not be consuming any of your foul concoction! The reason you are out of this company is because you lacked the control to keep yourself in adequate shape, you yourself are to blame for your pitiful downfall. The mind altering affects, the lowering of ones inhibitions…Mr. Starr are you listening?
The words of Senator however are falling on deaf ears as Andy looks at the flask leaking liquid right in front of Flamingo who his wiping his face, some of it having flown into it. The two look at each other for a moment before shaking their head.
In the meanwhile, BK has lost control of the fight on the outside, the two having brawled through the fans and are now fighting towards the entrance ramp, Chris Phenomenal dragging London along by his tights and throwing him into one of the sides of the stairs for the patrons to reach the upper level of the bottom.
Back in the ring Flamingo’s neck twitches again and from the look in his eyes things are not going to work out for the better as Dave Shadow finally gets up and upon spying it ducks out of the ring.
Andrew Starr: Uh-oh
Senator: What a mighty shame.
The effect of being splashed by the contents of Starr’s flask sets off Flamingo as he goes after Andrew Starr who quickly scurries out of the ring leaving Senator all alone with the crazed Flamingo. Flamingo comes after Senator who raises his hand, stopping Adrian in his tracks.
Senator: Now Mr. Flamingo, I can assure you that I did not have any intention of…
Flamingo lets out a feral scream as he lunges at Senator who decides that reasoning is best left for another day as he ducks out of the ring. Flamingo goes absolutely insane, smashing the ropes, turnbuckle pads, everything in sight until he notices that no one is around and then suddenly returns to normal, spying Shadow looking on, a wee bit scared and beckoning him into the ring.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:28:39 GMT -5
Dave clambers back into the ring and the two go at it, locking up in a test of strength that the larger Flamingo wins, turning it into an over the shoulder arm breaker before whipping Dave across the ring into the ropes. Dave hit’s the middle one however and looks to come back with a springboard cross body but Flamingo catches him and plops him into the wheelbarrow position before lifting him up looking for the stunner but Dave spins, landing on the shoulders of Flamingo, them both facing in the same direction. Flamingo tries to shake Dave off but is unable but manages to block the snap hurricanrana attempt as Dave spins on his shoulders. Outside, content that things are safe, Andy Starr hops into the ring and watches on as Flamingo ducks out through it, ending up with Dave in the perfect position, for “The Cure” but as he tries to clutch his face, Dave shifts his weight and rolls through, coming out with a picture perfect roll up as BK is knocked over the fence by Chris Phenomenal nearest the entrance, ramp, no chance of interfering by him. Senator quickly hustles up after his protégé so he too is out of the picture.
…1 …2 …3!!!
Flamingo kicks out but not in time as Andrew Starr calls for the bell…after scrambling out of the ring.
Phillip Jones: Ladies and Gentleman, your winners, Dave Shadow and Chris Phenomenal.
Flamingo looks on as Dave rolls to the outside, Andrew Starr raising his hand, the crowd cheering their hero as Starr also hands over the ACW Heavyweight Championship belt, before Dave heads up the ramp, walking, past the brawl, sneaking a glance but knowing that any good Samaritan act would be self-jeopardizing. Dave eventually ducks through the curtains, Flamingo’s gaze transferring from him to BK and surprising their is no explosion as he ducks out of the ring, looking up at BK London having taking the advantage from Chris Phenomenal again by grabbing a steel chair, causing Phenomenal and Senator to run up the ramp. The two eventually duck through the curtains as BK chases in hot pursuit as Flamingo follows them up the ramp before heading down through the storage equipments, taking the long road into the back…
…quite possibly for the better. Almost as soon as BK ducks thru the curtain to the back he goes flying out, the crack as loud as a gun shot filling the arena.
McNally: What the heck just happened, BK was in hot pursuit of Senator and Chris and now this?
Edison: Does that explain your question?
As soon as McNally was done speaking, out from behind the black curtain stepped Oliver Watson, a steel chair of his own in hand. Out from behind him as well step Chris Phenomenal and Senator Steve Phillips, all smiling as BK tries to shake the stars from his sight. Watson won’t let him however, taking the steel chair and smashing it into his head, sending him rolling towards his head, and then the leg that was broken over two years ago by Adrian Flamingo. BK now reaches the edge of the inclined ramp and Watson smashes his leg again and starts him rolling as the party of three follows him down, when BK stops Watson kicks him in the ribs or back, starting him going again. As the six reach the bottom, Watson slams BK again in the head as Senator walks around and grabs a hold of the microphone.
Senator: Mr. Fitsharris and Mr. Kalb if you would be so kind as to begin lowering the cage, that would be most beneficial.
Suddenly the grinding of gears can be heard and the steel cage that has been looming overhead the entire night is lowered as Watson grabs London and throws him in the ring, Phenomenal and Senator falling as down the ramp also come the capitalists, Fitsharris first and Kalb second.
BK London looks up, finally pushing himself to seated and sees the cage, three quarters of the way down and knows that he is done if he stays, his only hope of escaping safely is to flee. As soon as he tries however Watson slams the chair into the leg, sending BK writhing, and a second blow seals it as BK leans back and listens to the crunch of the cage landing on the ring apron, locking him in with five other people as Senator again gets on the microphone.
Senator: Mr. Kalb, if you will.
Anthony Kalb reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small chain and feeds it through the opening for the lock and pulls it back in, before reaching back into his pocket, grabbing a padlock, looping it through the opening in the door as well as through the chain, double sealing it and effectively preventing anyone from leaving the cage or getting in. Now trapped, BK looks up at Senator fire in his eyes, the distraction costs him though as Watson blind sides him with a massive kick to the side of the head, the devastating speed even impressing Senator as BK slumps in the corner, his eyes glazed over.
Senator: BK London, for many long years we have been at each others throats, always trying to prove ourselves the better man. I thought I had ended your heinous reign of terror when I defeated OCW and my protégé, even though he ended up stabbing me in the back, Mr. Zero defeated you just over a year ago. Unfortunatly, as of last summer, you returned from your defeat and again did your best to bring ACW towards your own egocentric focus. I look around now at the current situation, and although there are many people to blame, many issues that contributed, few did as much as you did to accellerate the fall. Whether through your own corporate uprising, or simply through your concentrated effort to envelop all others in the shadow of your legacy, you may very well have harmed this organization as much as anyone, so consider this, my personal comeuppance. Mr. Fitsharris, the cuffs.
Kevin Fitsharris reaches into his pockets and grabs hold of two pairs of handcuffs, passing them to Senator as he turns and looks at Watson and Phenomenal who pick up the battered and beaten BK London and lift him up as Kevin tosses one pair of handcuffs to Kalb. Watson and Phenomenal loop the hands of BK London through the ring ropes as Kalb and Fits Harris link one end of the cuffs through the cage and then slap the second end onto the wrists of BK London, locking him in place, leaving him with nowhere to go as the four look on.
Senator: You see, Mr. London, I must be humble and admit that I could not do it by myself. I am too broken down, and even in my prime, you have always been one of the toughest, most talented customers ever to step through our newly downsized entranceway. Therefore, I knew that I would have to bring in some aid and that’s what has happened here, my protégé, Mr. Phenomenal, as well as my hired gun in Mr. Watson, have made it so that I can finally bring about a new day here for ACW.
With that Senator takes his cane and smashes it three times against the head of BK London, it eventually dropping his head before Senator backs away.
Senator: Mr. Watson, if you wish!
With that Oliver orders the Capitalists to lift the head of BK London, him looking up with his eyes fully glazed over. Smiling, Watson avoids the head and connects with a devesating punch straight to the heart that closes the eyes of BK London, the pressure points Watson having hit knocking him out.
Senator: And Mr. Phenomenal, I know you have been waiting a long, long time for this.
Chris smiles and waists no time in leaping at BK London and firing his right hand straight at his temple, connecting with a devastating Superman Punch, sending BK London’s head snapping back.
Senator: You see now, Mr. London, the upper hand is no longer on your side, you can try and hide in Toronto, or as a movie star but eventually it always catches up to you. You may have been my equal at one point, and perhaps, begrudgingly, my superior at times inside the ring, but as a strategist, you are a McClellan to my Grant, a Hannibal to my Scipio, a Coakley to my Brown.
With that Senator hands off his microphone to Chris Phenomenal as he looks on, Chris pointing at the capitalists ordering them to lift the head of BK London.
Chris Phenomenal: Oh and BK, I took your words to heart, the fact that you called me a coward, implying that I’d run scared from you. So at Born Again, there’s not going to be any running away, not me from you, not you from I, because this same cage you’re trapped in now, is going to be where we compete next week.
With that Chris leaps at BK again and connects with a devastating Superman Punch, BK’s head still hanging, his arms limp, his face beaten and battered. Chris drops the microphone as he takes Senator’s side, Watson on the other and the capitalists as the book ends as the five raise their arms in the air.
McNally: I don’t know how BK is going to make it to Born Again after this…
Edison: Maxxy, I hate to interrupt you but I’m getting word of something going on in the back.
Post Match Credits: Senator, BK London, Adrian Flamingo, Chris Phenomenal.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:29:20 GMT -5
Underestimation By Dave Shadow & Vortex As we cut backstage again, Dave Shadow has made his way back to the dressing rooms, holding the back of his head, still hurting from the gruelling match up that he has just participated in. He is sweating heavily, breathing loudly, and has the World Championship clung tightly to his chest. Another night, another battle, and once again, he’s managed to survive.
Dave close the door behind him and starts to walk towards a chair in the center of the room. The camera, positioned in front of him though, can see what, or rather who, is now lurking behind him. Vortex stands against the wall, Dave’s view of him obscured by the door as he entered the room. He simply stands and watches, not making a sound, as Dave drops the title on the floor and collapses onto the chair, ready to relax for the night, thinking he’s safe.
In ACW, when you think you’re safe, that’s probably the moment that you are most exposed.
Vortex pounces forward, clobbering Dave over the back of the head with a massive forearm. Dave falls forward and rolls on the ground towards the lockers, as Vortex follows him, grabbing him by the hair and lifting him up. He doesn’t say a word; he knows he doesn’t have to. Leaving the champion in a bloody heap will be all the talking he needs to do. As Dave rises, he takes the chance to look him in the eye, a sadistic grin spreading across his face.
Vortex tilts his head in surprise as he realises Dave is smiling. Dave winks at Vortex, as Vortex looks down, now realising that when Dave rolled towards the lockers, he managed to grab an unconventional weapon. Unconventional, but still substantial! Dave brings a gym back up and smashes it hard into the side of Vortex’s head, causing him to fall over. Dave drops to the ground as well, fighting but still tired after the last match. As Vortex tries to regain his composure and stand up, Dave sweeps an arm out and takes his legs out from underneath him. Vortex ends up on his back.
Dave reaches out and grabs the ACW World title before rolling over to beside Vortex. The two men lie on the ground, Vortex on his back, Dave on his stomach. Dave pushes himself up so he can look down at Vortex, Dave smiling.
Dave: Yeah, think you’re the first to try attacking me from behind in a dressing room? Think I’m not prepared for attacks like this?Vortex remains where he lies, simply looking at Dave. A corner of his mouth peeks up as a smile starts to develop. Dave’s disappears, eyeing him quizzically.
Dave: What? Vortex says nothing. His smile simply grows.
Dave: WHAT? You think you’re going to make a name for yourself at my expense? You think that just cause you’ve got a sneak attack here or there that you’re main event material now? You’ve got potential, I’ll give you that. And yeah, congratulations, you’ve made an impact and sent a message. To me and to everyone here. But you’ve not won anything....Vortex’s grin grows larger, now showing some teeth. He never breaks eye contact with Dave, just staring at him.
Dave: What? You think you have? You’ve won nothing. I’m still the champion, and I promise you that when you get your match, Vortex, I’m still going to be champion afterwards. This is the ACW Championship, this is MY Championship title, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to take it from me. Yeah, you’ve got potential, but I’ve fought bigger fish than you. I’ve beaten better wrestlers than you, and you’ve got NOTHING over them.Vortex can’t help himself anymore, as he starts laughing.Vortex: You’re wrong, Dave. I do have something over them.Dave: What?Vortex: No one has ever been in your head as much as I am right now. Dave opens his mouth to respond, but he can’t. No words. No response. He may not want to admit it, but Dave knows that no one has ever gotten inside his head this easily, this quickly. He looks at Vortex who continues to smile back. The two men just keep looking at each other, Dave realising he’s losing this psychological battle. And that scares Dave.
His next match will be for the World Championship. And in his first real defence, he could be in some serious trouble. The scene fades with the two opponents refusing to break eye contact, Vortex knowing his biggest victory could be coming extremely soon.....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 20, 2010 17:31:26 GMT -5
KING NOTHING Danny Mainer, Thunderkiss, ?? Back in the ACW arena, the audience went absolutely batshit crazy as “God of Thunder” by Kiss hit the sound system. The pounding hard riffs of the classic track were the war anthem of only one man and that is none other than Thunderkiss himself. Dressed to wrestle, he strolled out of the curtain with a disheartened look on his face as he came out to address The Army as well as “The Establishment” of ACW fans. He wasted little time heading straight for the ring. His massive girth filled up half the ramp as he stomped straight to the ring, his footsteps pounding throughout the arena. He climbed up the steps, the metal banging as he made his ascent to the apron before throwing a gargantuan leg over the top rope.
Climbing in, he went straight for Phillip Jones the ring announcer who without hesitation handed him his microphone. Phillip quickly deserted the ring, giving the big guy space to tell his story to the audience. “Kiss” chants had broken out like a bad virus and it was highly infectious, soon half the arena was chanting the name of their hero.Thunderkiss: Last week, out here in this very ring something happened to me which very few dare attempt and even fewer escape without suffering the consequences. Last week that coward Danny Mainer came out and laid one right on my jaw when I was looking the other way! That little disgusting smirk of his tells me that he was proud of his actions, which doesn’t surprise me knowing what a big yellow belly he is. Now under normal circumstances I wouldn’t even be here right now, under normal circumstances I’d be backstage clipping out his section in the obituaries section of the LA Times, framing it and putting it in my trophy cabinet. But these are NOT normal circumstances.Kiss pauses, as the crowd seem disappointed in TK and his lack of blood lust.Thunderkiss: See, times are changing here in ACW. I watched the footage of Mainer punching me last week and I listened to his speech. I rolled the words in my head over and over in my mind and in the end? I came to the conclusion that his points are extremely valid. I’ve not been a great friend over the years, I nearly ruined his career and I’ve committed many heinous acts towards him in the course of our well-documented, violent relationship. Now you’re probably asking yourself this, why stop now Thunderkiss? Why let this weasel get away with it after all these years? And to that I say this...Dramatic pause.Thunderkiss: Times are changing, ACW is about to have the biggest, most powerful revolution that its ever had and in turn create a whole new slew of opportunities when SLA take over for good. The thing is, Mainer is right. I do take a lot of things to face value and this is why I’m not going to murder Mainer. Mainer is a smart guy, he’s not stupid in the slightest. That is why Mainer is still alive because I believe if we work this out there’s some hope, just a glimmer that we can have one of the best tacticians in ACW on the winning team! Danny Mainer is a tenacious kid with a bright future ahead of him and it’d be a damn shame to see that ruined underneath the ACW flag, he takes after me in spirit and I admire him for that. Mainer, I want you to come out here RIGHT NOW and we can talk this through not as wrestlers, not as human beings but as friends. So come on, lets leave this to rest! Come on out!Silence. TK just stared anxiously at the stage hoping Mainer would step out of the curtains to make all of this go away. The crowd started a Mainer chant, which TK encouraged half-heartedly pumping his fist in time to the chants.Thunderkiss: Come on man, don’t leave me hanging! I don’t have all ni-Right Here, Right Now by Fatboy Slim hit and the crowd go ballistic. A smirk spread across the lips of Thunderkiss, he was satisfied with the reaction he got as Mainer came out onto the stage in his designer jeans and crisp white shirt. Microphone in hand, he was ready to do business.Danny Mainer: ”CUT MY MUSIC!”Silence as Fatboy Slim died down instantly.Danny Mainer: ”Thank you! Now, Aid, did that punch last week do more than I first anticipated? Are you an amnesiac now? Because you seem to be blissfully unaware of the fact that I told you I didn’t care for your SLA movement, OR for you.”Thunderkiss: Mainer, shut the hell up for a minute. I think it’d be better for the both of us if you came and said your piece in the ring instead of all the way up there?Danny Mainer: ”And endure your stench? No thank you.”Thunderkiss: Come on Danny, be mature. You’re a man now, come on down and face me like one.Danny Mainer: ”I’m not joining your movement and there’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to change that.”Thunderkiss: Listen Mainer, we’ve known each other for a long time. Don’t you think this is petty? Alright listen up, let us put this into perspective for just a second. On the one hand you can carry on being Danny Mainer, alone in a void of people that are envious of your fantastic talents and will do just about anything to put you out of the picture. OR, you join me in combat once again brother, let me help you show the world what you’re made of and be in a brotherhood of people who care about you!Danny Mainer: ”Why is this all sounding so familiar to me? Oh right yeah, Entourage!”Thunderkiss: Mainer, that was a LONG time ago.Danny Mainer: ”That’s what Nazi war criminals say.”TK sighed at the realization he’s fighting a losing battle.Thunderkiss: Listen Mainer, I’m going to put it out for you really simply. Either you get in this ring and join me in my quest to take over or I’ll have no choice but to bulldoze you and the rest of this organization. You KNOW what I can do, you KNOW what I’m capable of. You still have those scars on your arm don’t you? That won’t be a fraction of the pain and suffering I’ll bring to you. Time to be a saint, not a sinner. I know what choice I’d make...Mainer rolled up his sleeve and looked at it with consideration as the camera got a good shot of his horrific scars caused by Thunderkiss compacting it. There’s silence for a few moments, before Mainer stared at TK straight in the eye. The ACW audience chants “Don’t Screw Up!” to Mainer.Danny Mainer: ”... NO.”The ACW audience go wild at Mainer’s refusal, putting a smirk on The King’s face.Danny Mainer: ”No, see I told you what your problem was Kiss and that’s that you don’t think ahead. I do and I know the moment I step into that ring I’m going to have my spinal column pulled out through my butthole, I KNOW YOU Thunderkiss! SLA will have to do without, no amount of sycophantics will allow me to be as stupid to put myself in your presence.”Thunderkiss at first put on a mock look of being broken-hearted, but he changed his tone and began to laugh.Thunderkiss: Hahahahahahhaha, oh man you crack me up! Hahahahaha.Danny Mainer: ”What are you laughing at, fatass?”Thunderkiss: So you got it all figured out huh Matlock? Haha, good ol’ foresight. Seeing the obvious, I’m glad you’re such a smart cookie that you realized not to get in the ring with me but what you don’t understand is that my arms may be the biggest in ACW, Hell, maybe even in all of Pro Wrestling but they’re only so long! I can’t reach you from here, but the reach of The Saints of Los Angeles is like the arm of the law. No matter how hard you try you WON’T escape it. And just the fact alone that you are out here means you’ve walked DIRECTLY into my trap! Danny Mainer: ”OH SHI-!”Rena Matheson: Time for a nap, babe. Danny’s yell was cut short by a smash to the back from a steel chair. Mainer collapsed to one knee as Rena Matheson, his assaulter nailed him with a second shot dropping him to all fours. Mainer waited and slowly turned around to face Rena, shaking the cobwebs out of his head Mainer straightened himself up to a kneeling position only to get the best glimpse of Rena before having his internal cameras reangled at the arena lights. A thunderous swinging shot clocked Mainer right in the face causing him to crumple over backwards. Rena smirked sadistically as Thunderkiss made his way up the ramp to capitalize on the down Mainer.Thunderkiss: Let this be an example to all those that oppose SLA!TK grabbed Mainer by the collar of his nice shirt and dragged him limp and lifeless up the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the stage, he let Mainer go and took Rena’s chair. He placed it cautiously on his face before jumping onto the chair, his huge weight being driven straight into Mainer’s face. Mainer screamed in pain, thrashing and rolling as the chair made a vicious echoing boom as it cracked into Mainer’s skull. Blood spurted in torrents from his face as a large slash wound had been made across his face. Crimson shot across his chest, mouth and chin ruining his shirt instantly as Rena stood by and watched.Edison: LORD! That’s a hell of a bleeder! McNally: I’ll say, Thunderkiss is a DEMENTED human being. Twisted to say the least! TK discarded the chair, throwing it casually to one side before effortlessly lifting Mainer right up to his feet. He held him up by the scruff of his neck, no doubt so as to not get blood on himself before lifting him right over his head Heaven’s Door style. Holding Mainer eleven feet in the air, TK cackled like a maniac as he walked to the edge of the stage. Just as a final show off, he pushed Mainer up and down effortlessly before hitting release and sending Mainer hurtling into the audience crashing down into the wires and electronics dropping about fifteen feet total.BANG! A huge ass explosion signalled the end of Mainer’s night and the show as “God of Thunder” hit the sound system for a final time as the screen drew to black. The final shot is of Thunderkiss and Rena, celebrating as EMT's rush to Mainer's aid.FADE (Unknown credit goes to Rena.)
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