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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 16:55:07 GMT -5
“The Puppet Master” Credit: Thunderkiss “When God didn’t like what he created, he washed it all away in forty days and nights.
I shall do it in four months ~ Stephan Russo.” [Upon entering the Banknorth Garden, American Made is ready to accept the cheers of his adoring fans. As he steps through the back bay doors, he thrusts his arms open to receive them, but instead receives something so far the opposite that he’ll soon wish he would have stayed at home.] Co-Chairman Russo: Just the man I was looking for. [Not exactly the warm welcome he was hoping for tonight. Gritting his teeth, American Made turns his head in the voices direction and finds his suspicions confirmed.] American Made: Oh great ....Russo: Wow, you sure don’t sound happy to spend some time with the man who is responsible for giving your job back to you. In fact, I’d say you are downright disrespectful towards him. I think an apology is in order. American Made: Go fuck yourself. Russo: Pardon me? If that is the way you wish to play it, I can certainly reach out and call my business “partner” and end this charade right here and now. [Russo takes out his cell phone from his upper suit pocket and flips it open. Doing something is not accustomed to doing, Thunderkiss lowers himself to another. What other choice does he have?] American Made: Wait. Russo: Hm? American Made: Sorry. Russo: What was that? [His body trembles in unbelievable rage. Nobody makes a fool of Thunderkiss. NOBODY.] American Made: I SAID I’M SORRY. Russo: Good. Now that you have made this ten times harder on yourself, perhaps you will listen. There is a new Senatorial Stable in town and needless to say, I don’t approve. American Made: Then don’t say it. Russo: You are one sarcastic son of a bitch, you know that? Too bad your brain doesn’t have half the smarts your mouth does. Now listen and listen well, you are going to make life as difficult as possible for the Stable. Capice? American Made: If you think I am going to do anything to Steve Phillips, you are crazy. Russo: Well I better have somebody reserve my place inside the looney bin, then. American Made: Why the hell do you care about them, anyway? The old man has seen his better days, Jay Zero is a tiny man who I have bowled over like a bowling pin on SEVERAL occasions and their only other partner is some emo dude who would rather partake in secret cutting than actually wrestle. [Russo doesnt have the patience to argue. As far as he is concerned, he OWNS Thunderkiss and makes that point all to clear as he barks out five simple words.] Russo: Just do as you’re told. [Russo walks away and American Made stands in complete contempt. His body rages, his fists clench and there is a voice from within that is screaming at him to attack Russo. Though he is now standing on the edge, he slowly takes a few steps back and wisely so. As they say, good things come to those who wait (unless you are waiting for an ACW World Title shot, ha!).] American Made: Make no mistake Russo, when the time comes, I am going to shove that head of yours so far down your ass you’re going to eat your food twice. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 16:55:23 GMT -5
Segment: "What I Was Thinking" (Credit: Rattlesnake)
Despite his lack of an appearance on Meltdown, several thoughts swirl through the heads of those who witnessed Rattlesnake's return at Samhain. Why did he really come back? Why the mystery?
Sure, he had stated a few thought in his return, but were those his only motivation?
The scene opens to Rattlesnake's locker room. He walks through the door and sets his gear down. After taking a look around to lightly reminisce about the feeling he has, he sits down with his face looking toward the ground.
Rattlesnake: It's time again. The chance for me to make good on this opportunity is at hand. I've been here on and off for over 2 years. I've made several mistakes and I intend to rectify them. Nothing will deter me this time.
He looks up at the door. He's walked through it many times now. But there was something different about this time. Something was amiss. For a long time it felt right, except for this time. He couldn't explain it. After all, he never really liked to talk about feelings of any sort. People just tend to bring them out of him.
Rattlesnake: Maybe my goals have been too far out of reach. Then again, I've always relied on people way too much to get them. It's about time I did this on my own. No allies. No partners. Nobody.
That was straying from the point though. Anything to make his mind wonder and keep everyone guessing. But deep down, he constantly thought about why he came back.
Rattlesnake: After last month, I wanted Train to think he had gotten the nest of me. I wanted him to think he outsmarted me, that I could be provoked into doing something drastic. But the reality has to set in for him. He didn't do a damn thing. I wasn't provoked into returning. I wasn't persuaded. And depsite what he and XS3 thinks, I came back on my own terms. Besides, if they knew what I really have planned for everyone, they'll wish they had never uttered my name. Needless to say, I don't call myself the Sultan of Swerve for nothing. It's all about impacts and how you make them.
But what impacts? All Rattlesnake has done this year is make returns. Sure, he teamed with Dan White and won the Tag Team Championships. Big deal. It wasn't exactly a noteworthy achievement. After all, no one is going to remember that in 2 years. What they will remember is what lies in store in the time to come. This whole ACW/OCW battle is mere child's play for what Rattlesnake could do.
It's like what was mentioned earlier. Time is a predator. It stalks it's prey. Last time we all checked...a snake is a predator that will stalk it's prey and wait for the opportune moment to make the kill. Rattlesnake has done that on several occasions. He's even alerted two people that he's after them. Thunder Train and Yoko Satoshi. Thunder Train is clearly the easiest of the two. But the biggest surprise would be Yoko.
The last time Snake faced Yoko, he lost. That was some time ago. Things are different now. He's not the arrogant rookie he used to be. Now he's the arrogant asshole with no regard for anyone.
Some of his intentions are perfectly clear. Some of them aren't even known to anyone but him. But they will be revealed soon enough.
Rattlesnake: I will say one thing about all of this. I'm going to have what should belong to me. If everyone thought my rise to winning Emperor of the Ring in 2006 was something. Just wait because before long, everything that's happen in 2008 will be nothing but a footnote to a footnote of what I will do.
Rattlesnake reaches into his bag and pulls out a familiar weapon. He glares at it euphorically.
Rattlesnake: It's plaaaaaaaytime! Ha ha. Ha ha. Ha ha.
His head tilts slightly as he laughs. It's like he's lost his mind...or has he?
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 16:55:38 GMT -5
So, what is Strike #1? Alex Richmond/Jake Steele
We see Alex Richmond walking along one of the many corridors in the backstage area of the ACW Arena. He has a smile on his face, clearly still enjoying being back in ACW, and is wearing his customary sharp suit. Where Richmond is walking to is unknown but what is obvious is that his progress will be temporarily hampered as interviewer Charlotte King appears, all wide smiles and low cut dresses, with a microphone in her hand.
Charlotte: Alex Richmond, could I possibly have a quick word?!
Richmond: Of course, what’s on your mind Charlotte?
Charlotte: Well you’ve been back in ACW for less than a week and already you seem to have made yourself an enemy in Jake Steele with this promised ‘Strike #1’. Any chance you could enlighten us to what this entails?
Richmond: For now I must, unfortunately, keep the details under my hat. All will become apparent in due time though. I must, however, debate your previous point. I have only made an enemy out of Jake Steele because of his actions. The only person responsible for this current conflict is Jake Steele!
Charlotte: Fair enough. You must be worried about the fact Jake Steele has Thundertrain and XS3 watching his back though? You are, to put it simply, all alone.
Richmond: You’re right, I do concede that I am outnumbered in this situation and more often than not the wrong end of a numbers game is a bad place to be. There’s no doubt that both Thundertrain and Matt Irvine pose a threat. I’ve seen what they’re both capable of during my time in the Entourage and I fully expect them to be used by Jake Steele. That’s why I intend to be smarter than Jake Steele and ensure that I’m always one step ahead of the game.
I’m sure you’ve heard of the concept of ‘Divide and Conquer’ Charlotte. Well I intend to--
? - Now hold on pimpin'...
Richmond is cut off by a familiar voice. The camera pans around to reveal that the voice belongs to none other than Jake Steele. Surprisingly, Alex Richmond doesn’t seem fazed by this development. In fact, it brings a smile to his face.
Richmond: Ah Jake, you’re just in time. I want you to hear--
Steele - I'm not here to listen to a damn thing you gotta say. It's my time now so listen and listen good bitch.
I've been watching ya little triumph stories and ya tragic downward spiral. I watched... and dat was 'bout da funniest shit I seen in a minute. You think someone like me gives a damn 'bout what someone like you has to say? Please. Da Entourage you once rolled with is long gone. And ya little campaign you runnin', like ya name was Alex Obama... it don't mean shit. I am da International Champion. I'm better than you, and I can't stop shinin'. [/color] Richmond goes to respond but Steele puts his hand up and cuts him off yet again.Steele - You used to say 'Money Talks'... now let's see dat Money win you a championship.[/color] Steele turns away from Richmond and leaves the view of the camera, leaving the former Entourage member speechless. He shakes his head before walking off also, leaving Charlotte stood looking at the camera with a disappointed look on her face. It's clear that she's not exactly impressed at having her interview cut short.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 16:56:22 GMT -5
Segment: lolsmarks (Credit: Freeman) Jason Freeman walks down the hallway. It's almost time. His match starts in only a couple minutes, and he tries to finish mentally preparing himself. Just a few minutes until his International Title shot is in his hands. As he walks down the hallway on the way to his match, he suddenly heres a voice behind him...: Hey, yo, Freeman! Freeman turns, and looks…who is talking to him? He is a bit surprised to see that he’s looking at a fan. He seems to be around 19 years old, is slightly overweight, and doesn’t look exactly like what's considered tob e "cool". He looks like a bit of a loser.Freeman: “Hey, yo, Freeman”?! Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t talk to me like I’m one of your friends. I’m sick of the disrespect you fans show. The fan seems pretty starstruck at seeing Freeman, and is barely hindered by the insults. In fact, he seems to be a fan of Freeman! He takes out a pen and paper, and holds up the pad to Freeman, completely ignoring Freeman’s telling him off.Fan: Can I have your autograph? I mean…ever since you came back, you’ve been so cool! The stuff you've been saying has been awesome, and it’s nice to see you doing something for a change! You’ve got a HUGE online following. All the things you say are SO true! Your match with Dan was EPIC, man. You really showed what you can do! It's too bad they aren't taking notice of you yet. For some reason, Freeman’s face shows extreme anger, which confuses the fan. What’s he mad at? This was a huge compliment! Freeman is not impressed however, and he advances forwards towards the fan glaring.Freeman: Are you kidding me?! You worthless little “Smark”...Is that what you call yourselves? The people that think they actually know the insides of this business? Look, I’m not trying to appeal to internet nerds on a forum. I don’t care what your "taboo" group thinks about me. Like me if you want, and agree if you agree. But I don’t want you agreeing with me simply because it’s the COOL thing to do, or because I’m being different. I'm just at that level you like…right? Where I’m moving up in this company, but have not yet reached the top. You love those guys, huh? Let me guess, if…WHEN, I win the ACW title, I’ll no longer be COOL, right? I’ll be worthless like the next, and then you’ll just have to dump me off, trash me on every occasion, and move on to the next “In” Wrestler? No thank you. Please get out of my face. Freeman turns to walk on, but the smark IS angry now. How dare Freeman yell at him, after he tried to be a fan. He smirks, as he looks after Freeman. He knows how to hit him where it hurts.Fan: Ok, fine, walk away! Say what you want! It's kinda ridiculous though that you'd say that to somebody who says they're a fan. Guess what! SOMEBODY actually cared about you! The people on the message boards are the only people in this WORLD who give a damn about you. These other fans don’t hate you, they just don’t care! If you never showed up again they wouldn't even notice! When you win a title? HA! You’ll be lucky to be hired in a year. Nobody in this company cares about you at all! You're going to be stuck at this same level for the rest of your time here, so get used to it! And once you lose your match tonight against people that ARE former main eventers, your career will be just as worthless and empty as ever. No matter what you say, think, or do, they aren't going to notice you, and you'll be back to your former losing streak in a month. So I hope you enjoy this while it lasts! Freeman is clenching his fists, and as the fan continues speaking, his anger rises, until he can’t control it anymore. With a SHOUT, he moves towards the fan, but the fan runs away laughing, obviously feeling proud of himself, and knowing he’d have a story to tell his friends. He’s happy even as he runs for his life. Freeman stares after him, angrily, his fists trembling. On the one hand, he knows that the fan was trying to get into his head, but on the other hand, he suspects that what he’s said was the truth. With an angry yell, Freeman leans against the wall, and closes his eyes…letting the anger flood over him…calming himself down. CHANNELING the anger.
The anger was good, very good. He thought about how much he hated that smark. Hated what he said. He turned the anger into fire, and he let it flood him. He let the feelings course through every part of his body, and he gritted his teeth…yes…yes…the anger was good. Because now, he knew that when he got to the ring, he’d be intense. And intensity is good…Freeman opened his eyes, turned, and marched off towards the ring. All these feelings were going to be taken out on the two men in the ring with him tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:04:53 GMT -5
Match 3: International Title No. 1 Contenders Match Jason Freeman vs. Rattlesnake vs. The Senator
An intriguing match, this... and all the more so since it is the work of a former Senatorialite. The match starts with a little circling and sizing up between the competitors; the crowd is expecting Freeman to make the running and they aren’t disappointed, as he targets Senator in an attempt to underline his sentiments earlier. Senator deflects most of Freeman’s first flourish, but Freeman is no greenhorn and he slips behind his opponent, striking Senator in the back. Rattlesnake takes advantage of this, smacking Freeman in the head with an elbow strike and then using a German suplex on Senator; he gets up and follows this with a simple but emphatic powerslam. A pin follows for a two count, Senator kicks out with some fire of his own and the crowd thrills to the mature warrior’s spirit.
Freeman, meanwhile, wants to assert himself over both his opponents, and for the next couple of minutes he successfully “juggles” the pair, knocking them back in turn and playing to the crowd to wind his foes up. Eventually, Snake and Senator get tired of this; they combine forces to deliver a double suplex, but then Snake tries to snatch the victory by sneakily hopping up and using his Snake, Rattle & Roll on the Senator. Snake’s pin nearly gets a 3 – but Freeman isn’t going down like that, and kicks out strongly. He shoves Snake away, leaps up – and gets a Partisan Kick for his troubles; Snake twists around and gets one as well in a two-for-one deal. The fans whoop and cheer; Senator covers Snake, and gets a solid 2 before Snake kicks away.
The match teeters on a knife-edge for its last few minutes; it’s hard who has the advantage at any one time, but Snake almost wraps it up with the Snakebite on Senator, only to be thwarted by Freeman at the last moment. The ending comes rapidly and in great style; Senator has both his opponents down, but Freeman is playing possum, and as Senator gets close Freeman jumps up and swings a kick. Senator blocks, the pair struggle in a test of strength – and then Freeman adjusts his footing and uses Senator’s own force to help him carry the Senatorial leader over his back into a sudden and classic backslide. Snake struggles up and tries to stop it – but he’s too late, and it’s a win which the Senator himself seems to quietly approve of as a triumphant Freeman celebrates.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:06:16 GMT -5
Segment: “Back to Work” (Credit: Kudo)
Footage from the Alphatron monitor begins playing a clip from what appears to be from a couple of days ago.
Kudo Yasuda is shown sitting on a bench at the Albright Action gym, taping up his healing ankle which sustained quite a beating in his match against BK London. The gym boys and Alan Albright stand over him.
Albright: So how are ya feeling Kudo?
Kudo: I’m feeling pretty damn awful Albright. Right after one of the biggest matches of my recent career at Samhain, I had another potentially huge night against The Senator the show after. But of course that match was shut down prematurely because of the crap that OCW pulled. It makes me want to kick the life out of someone until they heave dry air and piss out blood…But if you’re asking how the ankle is feeling, it’s feeling fine…
The gym boys all stare at one another in concern.
Albright: Maybe you should take…a break? I hear there’s a street fair not too far from here. It’s probably good to get used to walking and moving with that amount of tape wrapped around your ankle anyway. The best thing for muscle sores is to keep using them. It’s like drinking the morning after with a hangover.
Washington: That’s logic that makes sense…
Kudo: No thanks, I think I’m going to hang out here and rehab my ankle in my own way. I probably wouldn’t have even lasted half as well against Senator with this thing in the condition it was in.
Ghetto Rob: Come on yo, go to da fair wit us! It’ll be like a off da hook jamboree! A gym boy jamboree…A gym-boy-ree!
Washington: Yeah, that’d be real cool.
Ghetto Rob: Man, shut up.
Albright: Alright Kudo, it’s up to you. I know OCW is starting to get on your nerves but you’ve got to maintain your own senses in all of this. I’m glad you found yourself once again in your battle against BK London, but don’t lose yourself now with this whole OCW takeover thing.
Kudo: I won’t Albright. How can I when I have you guys keeping me grounded here, mostly against my own will?
Albright lets out a slight chuckle, glad to see Kudo's sense of humor again.
Washington: Hey Kudo I’ve got to say, that match of yours at Samhain? Badass.
Ghetto Rob: Damn right badass, he almost beat BK, boy. Ayo, B is like da most important letter for lyricists yo. Check me out: Boom boom chika boom boom, word up B, it’s yo boy Ghetto bustah beater B-Bizzle Bobby so break out da bling and Bacardi boys, cuz we be bouncin to da beat wit da bitches in da Benz babeh! Back in da buffered black wit da bad boys in back and breaking…bones and bakin…bread…like…yeah.
Haiku Ryu: Now I could be wrong But shouldn’t the rap lyrics Rhyme like in a song?
Ryu chokes up a bit and chuckles slightly, realizing he had just made a rhyme himself.
Ghetto Rob: Yo dat did rhyme, open your ears homie.
Haiku Ryu: How does one open What cannot even be closed? Is it possible?
Ghetto Rob: Oh yeah well how come if haikus are supposed to be short and to the point you gotta be takin forever to say somethin? Huh? Huh? Yeah dat’s what I thought.
Haiku Ryu: The haiku art form Contains many mysteries As it is endless…
Ghetto Rob counts the syllables with his fingers, 5-7-5.
Ghetto Rob: Oh mah gawd, how you keep doin’ dat all da time?
Kudo rolls his eyes and can’t help but smile as he gets off from the bench and heads out for a pre-workout lunch with Albright, the gym boys straggling behind them.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:08:29 GMT -5
Usually Babble Daniel Ness Warfare well under way now, we’re greeted with the scene of Daniel Ness standing tall in a brown suit and brown tie next to ACW’s resident interview girl Charlotte King. Ness, feeling cocky over a “smashingly” well executed attack on Chris Williams with a champagne bottle gives off the impression that he feels it was a good thing to do. Will he justify his assault tonight? The bitter cold in the backstage is sending a chill up Charlotte’s spine making her shake like a dancing Santa on a spring. Ness undoes a button on his blazer jacket before staring directly into the camera inhaling deeply getting a whiff of workers sweat and his own sense of victory. It’s Monday Night Warfare and it’s go time, here goes nothing. Daniel Ness: ”Ladies and Gentlemen of the ACW audience. You’re probably wondering what happened last week right? I freakin’ clobbered Chris Williams over the head with a glass bottle and beat the crap out of him. I made him look like a complete and utter fool on national television, I made him look weak and petty just like he has made us and all of the other hardworking Fallout boys and girls look like scrubs off a boot! What I did to Chris by trashing his car and hitting him in the head with glass was send a message to say that NOBODY gets the jump on Daniel Ness. This WAS a provoked attack ladies and gentlemen. Ya’see, this has to have been Chris Williams second occasion here right? At least twice, I mean he came the first time around with Jake Steele and Danny Mainer as part of The Maine Event. The Maine Event being a stable that collapsed quicker then the folding chairs I was tempted to hit Chris with but opted against!”Brief pause as Ness looks around the room realizing that Charlotte’s presence was in fact entirely unnecessary. Daniel Ness: ”Now he’s here again. What’s Chris done to deserve this however? Squat. The one title he won back in his GWF days was the United States title, which lasted what, two months? Then he comes into ACW when his career was beginning to thin and he thought he would rather foolishly skip MY WORLD and take on the much higher standard of competition in ACW. He got annihilated and went MIA before anyone even had the chance to remember his name. What happened then? He disappeared, and meanwhile all the gang in Fallout and surrounding regions… I’m talking people like El Froggy Mask, Jeffery Janson, Sylvain Mint. HELL, even Stan H. Johnston, us guys were out there each night busting our asses and Chris only has to walk in and he gets an instant contract. However, all of us guys who’ve had the loyalties to Fallout don’t get ONE contract offered our way. I got put onto a development deal with the ACW Corporate Club but we all know how that turns out, and we haven’t seen the light of day since.”Ness, now clearly visibly working up into rage starts to heave up and down as he breathes heavily with his face beginning to turn a shade of tomato. Even though he may be the biggest jerk on the planet you can see the passion within his words. Daniel Ness: ”The moment I heard that Chris, that damn deserter who means absolutely jack in this industry managed to walk in and get handed a contract on a silver freakin’ platter I nearly exploded. Nothing personal against Chris but I had one of the most successful title reigns of all time, I jumped through EVERY hoop in the book to get my shot and when I did finally get my shot I took it in such a glorious and perfect fashion. NOBODY could beat me, Daniel Ness. I was the Fallout OPEN. WEIGHT. CHAMPION. I finally proved that the Fallout ring was MY. WORLD. My point was proven, but still the GWF United States champ gets pushed to the forefront of ACW even though he’s ran out on numerous wrestling companies proving himself to be a pitiful deserter that can’t hang with the rest of them! It makes my blood boil when people like him don’t have to do anything and get ahead!”Ness is really starting to hammer away now and out of the corner over his shoulder you can see that Charlotte King left some time ago. Ness however is completely focused on giving his message to the ACW audience. Passionate as we’ve ever seen him, he finally begins to round up the conclusion. Daniel Ness: ”Too long have I watched people just skirt over through the vicious lands of Fallout for the glimmering shadow of Hollywood that is the primetime ACW shows. Friday Night Lights are here and Chris, I want you to watch this space because I’m TIRED over being overlooked, TIRED of being put down and TIRED of being told I’m not good enough when I know damn-well that I could out-wrestle half the chumps in this building. XS3? Not a problem. Jake Steele? If he gets in my face I’ll snap his legs. Thunderkiss? The man is a villainous cretin that if BK London could take down that bile-spouting ape then I damn-well could do it with ease. Yet I’ve been ignored and now it’s time to start grabbing my own attention! Chris! You better watch yourself because it’s not just the Fallout ring that’s MY. WORLD. It’s any ring, any time, any place. Be careful so you don’t end up on your ass like everyone else I’ve fought so far… and remember this…”
To beat the best… you have to beat.
DANIEL. NESS. [/size][/center][/color] Ness storms off in a fluster leaving the camera to dead-air as the screen turns to black. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:09:13 GMT -5
Segment: “Dave Tyler’s Super List of the Greatest Ever Doctors Ever! Credit: Dave Tyler & The Doctor As the show comes back from the commercial break, “Candyman” plays through the arena. The crowd are on their feet cheering, as Dave Tyler stands at the top of the ramp, dancing along to the music with a big, old smile on his face, having the time of his life. He looks at the camera in front of him and realises it’s time to talk, as his music dies down. Even still though, he has to speak loudly over the cheers of the fans, the number of people chanting increased from last week.Dave Tyler: Ok, so, as you saw earlier in the evening, The Doctor and me had somewhat of a confrontation backstage. I wasn’t all that happy with how he treated kids or with his attitude towards Halloween and all that shenanigans. And I was doubly not happy with what happened after the show on Thursday night. I mean, I know it was a privilage for you ladies to get to see my Candycane, so to speak, but still. It was a pretty mean thing to do. Obviously, the two of us don't see eye to eye. And as a result of that, I’ve gone, I’ve talked to the almighty powers that be, and I have requested a match with the Doc for this Thursday. Now though, in the mean time, I’ve decided that I want to make a little presentation to each and everyone of you loyal fans here in. … Boston, Massachusetts…Part of the crowd cheer. Others let a little groan at the cheap attempt to get over. Even Tyler blushes a bit, and shrugs. The urge was just too much to resist….Dave Tyler: I’ve decided to put together a little show and tell for you all here tonight and for each and every one of you at home. And I’ve entitled this… “Dave Tyler’s Super List of the Greatest Ever Doctors ever!”Some really, really cheesy Gameshow-esque music starts to play through the arena, as Dave Tyler points up at the big screen above his head. The name of the segment pops up on the screen, surrounded by loads of glittering, yet amazingly cheap, special glittering effects, as if someone has done this up on a crappy computer with very little software. However, despite this, Dave looks really pleased with himself, the smile on his face stretching from ear to ear.Dave Tyler: Yes sir, this is my rundown of the five greatest Doctors to ever grace a TV screen, and by showing each of these to you, I hope to show not only the ACW fans, but also The Doctor, who I hope is watching this somewhere backstage, what it truly means to be a great Doc. So, without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get this show on the road. Up first, coming in fifth place on Dave Tyler’s Super List of the Greatest Ever Doctors Ever is….Dave Tyler points up at the screen, as a picture pops up on it…Dave Tyler: Doctor Quinn! Medicine Woman! Oh, what an amazing Doctor she was, helping the helpless, aiding the aidless and being an all round great person. Men loved her. Women looked up to her. She was so brave, as she left her comfort zone and moved to a Wild West town, wanting to prove to every sexist out there that she could do a job not only as good as, but better than, the men who mocked her. Hers was a determination which each of us could learn from, including you backstage, Doctor. You showed how brave you were when you attempted to scare those kids in the supermarket. And I refuse to stand by and see cowardice and bullying triumph. Moving on, coming in at 4th place….Dave Tyler points up at the screen again, as the picture of Doctor Quinn fades away and is replaced by… Dave Tyler: The Doctor from the show, Star Trek Voyager. Here was a man who could teach us all a lot. Here was a man who, despite being programmed differently, fought against what was expected of him and became greater than anyone ever though he could. His was a sad life, in that he didn’t even have a real name. But did that stop him? NO! He learnt to dance, sing, love and despite being a mixture of lights and shadows and all sorts of futuristic trickery, he became as human as you and me ladies and gentlement. He learnt the lesson of bettering yourself, and that is something my good friend The Doctor could do with learning as well. Ladies and gentlemen, in third place….Dave Tyler: YES! Doctor Pepper! So misunderstood. A tragic tale of a drink which has tried so valiantly to tackle the monopoly which the likes of Coca Cola and Pepsi have taken on the soft drinks market. But does that stop it from trying? NO! It shows determination and dedication. And that, my friends, is an admirable trait…. even if it does taste like piss. Moving on!!!Dave Tyler: The Doctor from Doctor Who. An amazing man who has the power to change his pos….em, I mean, regenerate when it looks like he is in trouble. He too has amazing genetics; much like ACW’s own Doctor so I guess in that respect, the two can be compared. However, what he does have is a sense of right and justice. Something which our Doctor proved not to have when he scared those little kids last week. The two could not be more morally different. What is decent, what is just? These are questions which escape our Doctor. And ladies and gentlemen, finally, Dave Tyler’s greatest doctor of all time…. A drum roll starts going off through the arena, as Dave Tyler makes a big, dramatic gesture, pointing up to the screen one last time as the drums climax….Dave Tyler: YES! Phillip Calvin McGraw. A.K.A. Doctor Phil! What list of all time great Doctors would be fulfilled without Dr. Phil, sitting proudly on top, dishing out advice to everyone who needs it. Here is a man who everyone looks up to. Kids, men, women, old people. Yes, everyone Doctor. Everyone in the world knows this man, and it’s not because he feels a need to gloat and push his dominance over others on everyone. This man could run for President of the world and probably win. But does he? NO! Because he is modest.
You see Doc. These are the characteristics you lack that will prevent you from becoming great. Bravery. Determination. Morality. These are just a few of the things that I wish to teach you about come this Thursday. These are just a few of the….. 'Weapons of Mad Distortion' blares out over the PA as a mysterious, lime green light descends across the arena. A few seconds pass before none other than ACW's own, The Doctor emerges from the backstage area, microphone in hand. He stands chest to nose with the smaller Dave Tyler as the pair exchange heated words, inaudible to the crowd or tv viewers, as his music begins to fade out The Doctor pulls back from Dave grinning and begins to speak.The Doctor: I thought I had seen the pinnacle of stupidity....and then I met...you! The Doctor points at Dave! The crowd slowly begin to chatter amongst themselves as a small handful of them begin to boo and cheer at The Doctor.The Doctor: I mean....what is this...some kind of joke!? This list of morons...you think they're better than me!? You think these fans are better than me? You think you're better than me? What are you? Clinically Insane!?The Doctor throws his head back in disbelief and facepalms himself, whilst shaking his head at Dave, the small chorus of booing and jeering slowly begins to pick up volume and gets ever louder with every passing comment. The Doctor: Lets take a look at your list, you chose first of all: Dr. Quinn - Medicine Woman...The Doctor: Now come on lets be reasonable, we all know girls can't fight! And she's selfless and helps the helpless and aww, bless she's so lovely? Give me a break! In nature there's no such thing as being selfess and helping others, if you look at a wild animal, only the strong ones survive, it thinks only of itself and only about what it needs to do to get stronger and survive even longer, much like me! I don't give a damn about helping others or being selfless...I do only what I need to do to ensure my own survival and make myself even stronger!The Doctor: Next you chose this moron from Star Trek Voyager, a moron who also had the audacity to steal my very own name! What was it you said? 'Here was a man who could teach us all alot'? Are you kidding me? Teach us what? Look at him, he's an imbecile! He talks in long words and pretends to know what he's doing, but when everything kicks off he'll be the first one get splattered all across the voyager by a Kling-On! He doesn't even know Kung Fu, he practices medicine with no regards for hygeine or cross contamination, what kind of Doctor is this man? He should be struck off the register!The Doctor: Your next choice is Dr Pepper! So mis-understood! Although, I fail to see how it's misunderstood. Everyone agrees it tastes like garbage, it's no good for you...all that sugar rots your teeeth you know.. Mr Candyman? The ads are terrible on TV, the stupid jingle that goes with them drives me insane...there's nothing misunderstood about this product. It sucks and everyone knows that it sucks!The Doctor: Your next choice, was Dr. Who. A man who you claimed, could be compared to someone as ultimately, undeniably, genetically perfect as I am!? You must truly be insane. He doesn't have a perfectly chiselled physique like I do, he doesn't have an immeasurable amount of intelligence, as I do and the one time I actually subjected myself to his torterous tv show, I found that he was actually being saved by his sidekick Rose! A woman of far less intelligence and ability than he even has!The Doctor: Your last choice was TV's Dr Phil. Now, I had prepared a barrage of insults and tirades to use about Dr. Phil, but I honestly think that shot covers it all and I'm happy to just leave it there as far as Dr. Phil is concerned. Lets face it Tyler, the reason you despise me so is nothing more than plain old jealousy. I am everything you aspire to be, but could never become, whilst you are no more advanced than a petri dish full of bacteria back at my lab. You're not the future, the present or the past, you are nothing. A never was and never will be, just like the vast majority of people here in the ACW...I've come here to purge this place of all it's impurities and imperfections and I figure, why don't I start it right here...right now....with you? Dave and The Doctor both drops their microphones and come face to face exchanging even more heated words, The Doctor grins manically before bursting out in to laughter and picking up his mirophone.The Doctor: But I figure, why put you out of your misery so quickly? I'll leave you to twist and squeal and squirm in your bed every night that passes between now and then, disturbed by the thought of our match on Thursday....and come Thursday night....it'll be time for you to take...your medication!Dave picks up his microphone again, and looks up at the Doctor. Smiling, despite the size different.Dave Tyler: Well, you know what they say Doc. A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. You and me. That's going to be....sweet! Dave and Doctor stare at each other, both smiling and nodding, as the scene fades into a commercial break.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:10:31 GMT -5
“Good Friends, Better Enemies!” Credit: Thunder Train, Jake Steele, Thunderkiss & ?? [It is a tale of two men. Once inseparable, a series of unfortunate events has broken their father, son relationship. While one man wallowed in a sea of misery, the other has broken through the glass ceiling that once hung over head. With a return to normally in Thunderkiss’ life, he has returned to his former stomping grounds to see that things have changed, mostly for the worse. ACW has it’s back against the wall thanks to OCW, he has suffered a life long ban within the federation and his former body guard and friend has abandoned him. There is plenty of work to be done but TK knows he must take things one step at a time. In order to take care of problems one and two, he is going to need help and thus problem three is the first priority. With a plan relying on deceitfulness, he hopes to do exactly that ... ] Thunder Train: Hey, where is the free pizza?!Maxwell McNally: Pizza? Thunder Train: Yeah, I told there was some pizza out here!“Fast” Eddie Edison: Well, you informed wrong, Train. Who told you? Thunder Train: This note. It was on my locker door. Look, there better be some damn pizza out here because the Train is always - LIVING IN AMERICA! [/size] [As soon as James Brown’s patriotic anthem filters into Train’s ears he realizes he has been had. Disgruntled, he holds his place in front of the announce table and watches on as his former friend and boss, Thunderkiss, shoot out of the entranceway in his American Made get up. Upon seeing him, thoughts of the past slowly creep into his head. Some of them good; some of them bad. Either way, this man has made a deep impact on his life and Train realizes that he owes Thunderkiss the respect of at least listening to him, though he’d give anything to be anywhere else.] Thunder Train: I thought I told you to stay out of my business...American Made: Thunder Train, hear me out, big man. I know you have a grudge against the one they call Thunderkiss and you have one out of good reason. Thunderkiss wronged you and he’ll be the first to admit it. Though he had so much on his mind that he was being crushed mentally, he totally abandoned you, you, a man who had never done anything but support him. From the Entourage to the Senatorial Stable, you followed his lead wherever he went. While you had his back, all he cared about was himself and in the end you suffered along with him. Thunder Train: ... American Made: Though I see the hate in your eyes and realize it was Thunderkiss who put it there to begin with, that does not excuse your current choice of company. Thunderkiss thinks you are making a terrible mistake aligning yourself with both Jake Steele and XS3. They are no good, Train. Listen to me, they want nothing more than - Thunder Train: No, now it’s time for YOU to listen to ME. YOU have done nothing but treat me as a pushover. Countless times before YOU have treated me as if I was just your big stupid bodyguard! YOU betrayed me and left me with no one to tag with or talk to. YOU were the one who put a crack in our "father-son like relationship". It was all YOU.American Made: Fair enough. Let me tell you James, that was hard for me to hear, but I took it like a man and hope that you feel better getting it all out. Now that you have taken all that hate and spewed it out of your body, I can only hope that you will find it in your heart to forgive Thunderkiss. Thunderkiss has sinned much in his life, Train, but his sins against you are ones he cannot bear. Please, James, lets put it all under the bridge - [American Made extends his hand. All eyes eagerly glue themselves toward the space that separates both men.] American Made: - And move onto the future. [The fans rise up off their chairs and begin to scream for the reunion of the Thunder Team. Train looks like a man confused. A part of him appears to want to shake American Made’s hand while the other half wants to rip his head off. As his hand begins to twitch and slowly rise, someone who has seen enough decides to interject themselves into this situation.] Everyday I'm hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
[Down from the ramp storms Jake Steele, immediately drawing boos from the crowd. A look of complete disdain crosses Made’s face as he watches Steele throw himself up onto the ring as if he owned it and quickly invade his personal space.] Steele - Lets see you try and talk dat shit 'bout me to my face, Blunderkiss.[/COLOR] American Made: Jake Plastic, who the hell invited you out here? Steele - I don't know if you noticed or not but dis my ring now, son. Maybe it's a little hard to see wit' dat big ass flag on ya face but dis business done passed you by. ACW done passed you by. Thunder Train... done passed you by. You and ya antics are outdated. People no longer pay to see Blunderkiss wrestle, but I'd be reall happy to show you where da auto-show is so you can sign some autographs oldhead.[/COLOR] Crowd: OoooooooohhhhhSteele - What? You think I'mma sit idly by while you, a man with a garbage ‘rep tries to ruin mine? Hell naw! I'm standin' here right now to show for dis man, dis GREAT man who you treated like a piece of trash! You done more than enough to him already, TK, now it’s time for you to take ya mask, turn around, and leave dis ring like you never failed to do before. [/COLOR] [Steele’s words sting harder than any blow, and having faced Macho Man, The Senator and many more, that says a lot. Angered and quickly losing his temperament, American Made allows a warning to escape from his lips.] American Made: You know what brother? Right now I have about two choices. The first being me taking your head off your shoulders right here and now. Crowd: YEAHHHHHHHHH!! American Made: Or two, we stand back and let Train decide his future for HIMSELF. Steele *laughing* - Aight, suit yaself. Train, tell dis loser what he needs to hear so we can go get da party started, and believe me, I need a drink after dealing with dis nonsense. [/color] [Steele’s amusement quickly turns to concern as Train’s face shows no expression whatsoever, as if he was deep in thought. Sweat begins to bead on the face of Steele as he wonders if the Road Steelers will live to see another match and his mood only intesifies as Train turns his back on him and positions himself directly in front of American Made.] Steele - Train? [/COLOR] Thunder Train: I choose ...[A.M., Steele, our announce team and the entire arena take a deep, collective breath. The time has finally come. A decision shall be made.] Thunder Train: THUNDERKISS!American Made: YES! [The crowd approves by blowing the roof off the arena. Together both man stand united once more, arms raised upwards to signify their bond. The Thunder Team lives again.] Thunder Train: Not....American Made: ......... What?!~!~WHAM~!~ *GASP* [With a clubbing blow from behind, Train shatters thousands upon thousands of dreams, and more importantly, American Made’s skull. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head, American Made is completely defenseless as Thunder Train lifts him up and positions him in the air for an ON NOM BOMB!] Steele - Get him Train! Get his punk ass! [/COLOR] [Train heeds the advice of his Road Steeler companion and spikes TK into the mat as hard as he can! TK’s head bounces straight off the mat upon impact, knocking him out COLD. With American Made totally defenseless, one would think that the Road Steelers would call it a night. To all those who fit this description, you thought wrong.] Steele - ANOTHER! GIVE HIM ANOTHER!Thunder Train: The Train is always hungry ... FOR REVENGE!Steele - Eat him alive, Train! EAT HIM ALIVE! Maxwell McNally: Listen to Steele, he is like a man possessed! He’s not going to do it again, is he?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Of course he is! Look at Train, Max! He is showing no reserve whatsoever! Maxwell McNally: American Made could suffer permanent injury here! Somebody needs to stop this! [Over come with joy, Steele begins to dance around both men in a circle, stopping only to kick ring dust into the face of the former World Champion. Meanwhile, Train yanks Made up by his hair and positions him in yet another power bomb position. With nobody at the wheel, American Made’s body is propped up by a very willing Jake Steele. Showing that his strength rivals that of his former boss, Thunder Train deaf lifts Made up into the air and drives him straight into the canvas for his second ON NOM BOMB!] ~!~WHAM~!~ “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh come on! Enough is enough! [Someone else shares Edison’s sediments and just like Thunderkiss, he has grown tired of standing in the shadows for far too long while ACW continues down its downward spiral. Just as Train preps himself for a third OM NOM BOMB, TK’s guardian angel shows himself.] Maxwell McNally: Is that who I think it is?! “Fast” Eddie Edison: It can’t be ... It can’t be! Maxwell McNally: BUT IT IS! “Fast” Eddie Edison: GOOD GOD! LISTEN TO THAT CROWD!!! [Both Steele and Train cannot ignore the roars of the crowd any longer. Turning their attention to the commotion, their jaws both drop in absolute disbelief. Standing before them is none other than FALLEN SOULS, and he does NOT look happy.] FSX: Shocking, isn't it?! Not really! [Between their two brains they cannot even muster a response. Instead, the Road Steelers know that trouble has come for each of them and they immediately go into action. Charging FSX with a double clothesline, X is able to duck underneath and counter with a double clothesline of his own. The Road Steelers drop to the canvas like a pair of bowling pins, and after FSX finds an equalizer in the form of a chair, they exit the ring knowing not to push their luck tonight!] FSX: Aww...are you both leaving already? Afraid of my incredible vengance? Don't worry, I'm only kinda ashamed at how pathetic you are. [Steele begins to berate Fallen while Train gives him a throat slitting gesture. Be that as it may, Fallen stands above American Made and it will be a cold day in hell before anyone else will do him harm tonight. As the Road Steeler’s finally clear out, FSX drops down and puts TK’s arm around his shoulders and slowly lifts him up. Draping all 353 pounds of red, white and blue across his body, FSX embarks on what will be a long and strenous journey.] FSX: Oh come on...why must you be so damn obese!? Is this what happens when your gorge on children for your strength? Still, better then roids... [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:11:01 GMT -5
Segment: Gear Up Credit: Zero Fading into our next scene of the evening, we open to find none other than one-half of the tag team champions! Earlier tonight we saw Jay Zero gathered alongside his tag team partner The Senator, Kudo Yasuda, Scott Andrews, and Chairman Gingerdude in an effort to help get the fight for ACW up and off of the ground. Now we find Jay along in the open corridors of the backstage TD Banknorth Garden here in the heart of Boston, Massachusetts. In his black and golden ring attire, Zero glances first to his left, and then to his right, reassuring to himself that he is truly alone here in this area. He tosses his right shoulder up a bit, readjusting his title belt and then looks right at the camera with fury still burnt into his eyes. Zero: I'm done. I'll tell you that right here, and right now! DONE! [/b] He grits his teeth together and looks down at the ground for a brief second before looking back into the camera with a smug look on his face. Zero: I am sick and tired and being walked on around here. You people think that I've gone soft, don't you? You people think that Jay Zero has lost the fight inside of him, DON'T YOU?! WELL LET ME TELL YOU THIS - JAY ZERO NEVER HAS, AND NEVER WILL LOSE THE FIGHT INSIDE OF HIM! NEVER! [/b] Uh oh.. As the result of the past few weeks, it's starting to seem more likely that Jay Zero is beginning to return to his old self. Is the anger really returning? Zero: I'm DONE! At Samhain I failed to regain my International Championship title, but quite frankly that's not a concern of me. What is, however, is these injured ribs that resulted from that ladder match! And who was the one to do this to me? Henry McKaye! Goon number #2 under OCW's mindless control! And last Thursday under the lead of Stephan Russo and BK London, I got the shit nearly beat out of me in a goddamn casino! One minute I was playing slots, and the next I was getting a steel chair molded to my face! So now with that being said OCW, I have a question for you... [/b] He squints his eyes and looks into the camera, lightly licking his lips. Some members of the crowd at ringside started to yell "Do you love me now?!" but that isn't what Zero has in mind. Zero: ...Did you think that would stop me? [/b] As Zero glares intensely, the crowd cheers loudly for the champ. Zero: Did you honestly think that jumping me from behind would break my spirit? Break my will?! Did you HONESTLY think that you would stop me from showing up here tonight and evening the odds?! Huh? Well let me tell you this OCW - you've added the fuel to the fire now and Jay Zero for one is DONE playing games! You want to take ACW down? Well then good luck! Cause if you're going to take down ACW, you're taking Jay Zero down with it! And let me tell you this now! Neither Jay Zero, nor ACW will make that an easy task for you. Hell -- we're going to make your lives a straight up living hell! We'll push ya Russo! You want to seriously take over? Well tough! Cause as long as Jay Zero is still standing here, bandaged or not - you're not getting through! And once you realize Russo that you can't take what isn't yours, you're going to fall! Fall HARD! Harder than you fell when GFWWE crashed straight into the ground! And once you're gone, things are gonna be a lot easier!
Cause without you -- OCW means nothing! Without you, all there is is a World Champion without any power! And hell, even with that, you still need to consider that Jay Zero has this Emperor of the Ring contract! Heh.. And starting tonight when Scott, Kudo, and Dan all steamroll your little goons, and when I push the limits that BK London hasn't ever seen before - you'll realize Russo... You'll realize that you wrote yourself a check that your ass can't cash! Russo ... you will soon realize, that OCW can never make it. And why's that? Because I'm not on your side -- and why's that?
Because I never WANTED you to love me!
[/b] Zero tightens his lips, and squints his eyes so that his mascara and eye shadow practically engulf his big blue eyes. If Zero means business then tonight when he squares off against BK London, he better make sure that he gets the job done...
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:11:44 GMT -5
Segment: Same Page, But Wrong Books (Credit: Jake Cheng) Standing in a private room of the OCW locker room are Jake Cheng and Kirsten Carter. The former Heavyweight Champion passes back and forth and Kirsten watches, unaware of the shitstorm that is brewing. Jake Cheng: I’m honestly sick of this! Week after week I complain of how he treats me like I am five. Does he not get the message? Kirsten Carter: If you don’t like the way he treats you, then leave OCW. Jake Cheng: And then be on the losing team? Let’s be honest, ACW is on the way out. By the end of the month, they’ll be as dead as Fallout. Kirsten Carter: Fallout is still alive. Jake Cheng: ....really? Kirsten Carter: Yes... Jake Cheng: Huh...so good example then. Anyway, its complete bullshit. Kirsten Carter: Well Jake, I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you just need to suck it up and tell Bk what is what. Jake Cheng: Don’t you think I have tried that!!!Kirsten Carter: Don’t give me that tone. I’m your girlfriend, not your butt buddy London. Kirsten covers her mouth, regretting and completely taking the words back that she said in anger. But it’s too late for her to apologize, because Jake lashes out his hand, hitting his girlfriend for the first time. And unlike Kirsten, he does not regret what he just did. With a hurt look in her eyes she looks at Jake again, seeing a side of Jake she has never seen in person. But she has seen this look before. It’s the look she has seen through the TV screen. It’s the look that Scott Andrews saw too much of that much. It’s the look that Jake acquired through BK London’s scheming. Pure anger.
And before anything else can happen between the two, the door opens and Henry McKaye pops his head in. Henry McKaye: Jake, match time. Silently, Jake gets up and storms out of the room. Henry looks at Kirsten, who is on the verge of tears with a confused look, but figures it is best not to stick his nose where it does not belong. He closes the door and Kirsten begins to sob.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:12:37 GMT -5
Match 4: Scott Andrews, Dan White and Kudo Yasuda vs. Henry McKaye, Jake Cheng and Alexander Starkweather
Match Opening: This is a real contest of the heavy-hitters; the crowd is up for this one from the start, and of all the competitors Scott Andrews looks the most confident – not surprising since he’s devised things to be in his favour. Immediately obvious from the moment he hits the ramp is that Jake Cheng is still in a less-than-sunny mood; he barely acknowledges his team-mates, which is met with irritation from McKaye and faint amusement from Dr. Starkweather. Formalities over, and it’s Jake who starts off against Scott, who honourably leads his side from the front against his Samhain foe; kicks fly too quickly to count, and such is Jake’s bloody-minded determination to do damage to something, anything, that for a minute or so it looks as if Scott could have made a very bad miscalculation. He tries to stem the tide, but is beaten back, and Jake stuns him with the Last Resort (Sliced Bread #2) – a move which has previously ended matches, and almost does so here. Scott is vulnerable, and amid a flurry of stomps manages to roll to his own corner and tags the first available hand. This turns out to be Dan, and the Welsh Dragon roars into the match, blocking Jake’s attack and shoving his opponent backward on to the mat. Jake is furious, and leaps up, hurtling straight into a solid punch, which allows Dan to execute his Spinechiller (armlock into neckbreaker). He pins, smirking; Jake kicks at about 2.5, and is assisted by McKaye who gets off the apron and pulls him clear. Effectively giving Jake a “time out”, Starkweather tags in.
Match Middle: The next three minutes or so are taken up by a fascinating clash of styles. Starkweather is calm and ruthlessly employs masterful technique to blunt the edge of Dan’s attacks; a highlight for the crowd is a rendition of the Separation Anxiety (Crucifix into a Sit-Out Double Shoulder Armbreaker). Performing this on Dan is quite a feat, and the fans have their hearts in their mouths as the chances of sustaining an injury from this move are significant. Perhaps spurred into action by the clear and present danger, Dan pulls himself up and, with considerable effort, manages to get around Starkweather’s defences. He pounds his foe mercilessly; Starkweather responds with a controlled retreat and tags in McKaye, which lands Dan in hot water. The dragon is powerfully double-teamed, but the OCW crew aren’t dealing with squeaky-clean babyfaces here, and things threaten to spiral out of control as both Kudo and Scott leap into action, storming the ring and simultaneously knocking down McKaye and Starkweather. Jake wades in as well; confusion reigns, and just as Jake is about to deliver a crushing Shades of Helms (Shining Enziguri) to Scott, he catches sight of a woman in the crowd looking at him. She looks afraid; next to her, a man puts his hand over hers and explains that it’s all fine, all the wrestlers know what they’re doing, and besides that he’s here to take care of her...
Something snaps inside Jake – but rather than sending him into greater fury, all his urge to fight just dissipates. Paying no heed to anything else, he slides out of the ring and runs toward the back.
Match End:
Jake’s departure comes as a surprise to everyone in the ring, and the momentary pause gives the referee just enough time to get things back in order. Though a man down, OCW aren’t giving up, and McKaye demonstrates exactly why he’s known as the God of War by beating back attacks in turn from all three of the ACW team-mates. Things don’t look promising for ACW, but then they make a breakthrough as Scott unleashes a screaming headshot; McKaye reels backward and Scott dives toward him, knocking him down- but Starkweather manages to tag even as McKaye is toppling, and Scott is left completely exposed. Stark grabs Scott and hits the Relapse II; Scott is almost KOed on the spot, and Stark quickly rises to finish things off. But as he does so, Kudo, who has been keeping his power dry through much of the match, plays his trump card and storms forward to connect with the Yakuza Knee. Starkweather is totally disorientated, and Dan does an excellent job of distracting the referee by running up and punching McKaye off of the apron when he’s only just managed to get on it. With Kudo yelling, Scott stumbles his way back to the corner and makes the tag to bring Kudo in legally; Starkweather is as tough as nails and nearly takes Kudo’s head off with a fearsome lariat, but Kudo powers through it, still yelling in Japanese, and then sends the crowd nuts with his Brainbuster. The two hits in succession cripple Stark’s ability to respond; Kudo too takes the delayed effect of Starkweather’s strike and collapses on to his foe.
The referee counts the 1,2,3 amid a maelstrom of shouting and fighting on the outside, which shows little sign of abating as we go to the commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:13:53 GMT -5
Steele Train of Love Week One: The Train is ALWAYS hungry for love...and so is Steele Credit: The Road Steelers[/center] This show opens differently than any other before it! Well...maybe. Not sure, I don't watch a lot of these, I just thought it would be fun spoofing one and Steele said it was a good idea and here we are! So let's get started. We start in the backyard of a huge mansion where 12 girls will be staying over 5 weeks along with the two stars of the show, Jake Steele and Thunder Train. The 12 girls are standing on two steps, each has 6 girls on it. Their names will be revealed throughout the episode but the reasons won't be stated until later, sorta to keep you guessing on why they could be named that.
They eagerly wait for the Road Steelers so they can begin to whore themselves out in hope of either, A. Becoming a famous person by marrying either guy or B. Causing enough trouble so that they get their own show. The two men step out onto the grass. They each stand on a side of a table filled with 10 steel colored train necklaces. Steele - What's crackin' ladies?[/color] Ladies: Hello Steele. Steele - Now ladies, I know you probably seen dis type of show before and I'mma tell you right now... dis ain't gonna be nothin' like dat. See me and Train are gonna pick five of you tonight. Dat's right... five. But as you look around I see you notice dat there is 12 of ya. Well, if you bitches can't do math dat means we will be eliminatin' two of you sexy ass hoes later tonight. Based on how good you treat us at our barbecue.[/color] Thunder Train: Mmmm barbecue..The girls laugh at Train.Steele - Now, each week, both teams will have a challenge picked by both of us. Da person da wins da challenge will get a date with the leader of their team. Each week there will be eliminations. And just cause you got the date don't mean we not gonna think yo breath stankin' and keep yo ass in da game.[/color] Thunder Train: Hey Steele, shut up man. Let's eat!The girls cheer and clap their hands and walk down from the steps.Steele - Damn son, these girls was fine as a mug... I want to treat every last one em' like appetizers and test them out, ya know? But I can only pick five, what's a brotha' to do?
Thunder Train: OM NOM NOM NOM NOM! [/color][/i] We open up in the backyard again a few hours later as the sun is up high, the girls are in bikinis, Train is cooking food (Under the one for you, two for me theory.) and Steele is flirting it up with a few of the girls. He is sitting on a swinging couch with two girls, they are both by his side rubbing all on him as he smiles.Steele - Damn girls, both of you look SCRUMPTIOUS[/color] Chick With Da Big Tittiez: Mmmmm... I bet you TASTE scrumptious baby... Steele - Hmm... let me check. *Steele licks self* Well goddamn, I DO taste like a piece of KFC![/color] The girls start laughing and giggling.Kitomic Asune: You know, back in Japan we had our own way to tell how sweet a man really taste... maybe if I'm here long enough I can show you the way of the... *Kitomic makes a long stroking motion* samurai. Steele's eyes almost pop out of his head as he looks at Kitomic.
Steele - Bitch ain't been in here fo' minutes and she already promisin' handjobs...
We gonna get along REAL good.
*Steele smiles as the camera makes his teeth have a shining effect while he throws a thumb up.*
Cut to Kitomic in a single room talking to the camera.
Kitomic Asune: Steele is sexy... I can do some things with him that'll make him SCREAM. [/center] Meanwhile, Train continues cooking. Eventually, the whole supply of food in the house is mostly cooked. Train finally has some time to sit down with a few of the girls.Snickerz: So Train...what are some of the things you like? Thunder Train: Eating...Clam Chaoder: Hahaha! You are so funny Train! Thunder Train: I try. OM NOM NOM!Snickerz: I really like Train. He’s pretty sexy and he’s got a great sense of humor. I think we made a connection here and I hope I end up on his team.
Thunder Train: I didn't really pay any attention to the girls, I was too busy eating stuff. I mean, I guess I'll pay attention to them later, but my first love is food and I can't put that off. [/color][/i] Thunder Train: So, how many of you like meat?Kit-Kat: I love meat! It's delicious. Snickerz: Yes! I need more meat in my diet! Thunder Train: .....The girls giggle a bit, just trying to make Train seem more important then he really is. They are gold diggers, Train doesn't see it though, and Steele doesn't care. They just wanna have fun. They do. Just then two girls get into a fight around the pool. Flipsay: What ho? You callin me a ho bitch? Twista: Damn right *Censor* you ain't nothing but a *censor*ing piece of *censor*!! Flipsay slaps Twista in the face and then grabs her hair. The other girls form a circle and kinda stare. Steele and Train look at each other then smile. They both love a good cat fight. Twista spits in Flipsay's face then throws her into the pool. A big splash happens and the remaining girls shriek. Freebird: I didn't know what was going on! I was kinda scared. But I guess it was still a funny thing to see.
Steele - So there I was, sitting there, I look out and BAM! These two hoes start beating da shit out of each other. I look over to Train and I see the same thing on his face... excitement.
Thunder Train: I didn't even care about the fight. I just saw a hot dog at the table Steele was sitting at and I wanted it. Steele must have a wrong idea. Steele realizes he has to do something so he dives into the pool and pulls both girls to the side. He throws Flipsay up onto the side of the pool then Twista. He stands up and confronts both of them.Steele - Dat's it! Dat's it! As much as I love seein' you hoes fight, I gotta end dis! Train, take dat bitch over there and I'll go over here and talk to dis bitch.[/COLOR] Steele takes Flipsay over to a separate table, faaaaaaar away from TwistaSteele - So... what happened back there?[/color] Flipsay: She crazy! She tryna flip the script on me y'know? Chick is just psycho! I can't deal with dat shit! Steele - *thinks to self while she talks* Damn... she got a FAT ass... I see myself gettin' in dat real, reaaallll soon. But shit, she don't stop yellin', hmm, I got a way to shut her up. Hellll yeeaaah.[/color] Flipsay: And that's what happened. You gotta see why shit is hard 'round here for me now. Steele - Oh, what? Yeah, dats some crazy shit...[/color] Train listens in to what Twista has to say.Twista: And then she hit me and so I wanted to hit her back but I'm too much of a nice girl to do something like that... Train's attention fades away as he eats a hot dog. He doesn't really care what she has to say and responds with some nods and “Sure”. Pretty soon both of them have said their stories and now it’s time for both Steele and Train to pick their teams.Steele and Train in the same place: Steele - Personally, I think both of them are hos.
Train: I don't care. I'll eliminate whoever I want at eliminations.
Later that night... All 12 girls are standing there on the steps in the backyard. Train and Steele walk up, both in suits. Steele gets ready to speak.Steele - We had an interestin' first day ladies. Now... it's da moment of truth. We now gon' pick five of you like dodgeball. I flipped a coin and got da first pick. So I choose... Kitomic Asune.[/color] Kitomic smiles and walks down to Steele.Steele - Will you take this Steele Train?[/COLOR] Kitomic: Yes. Train licks his lips and looks over at one of his girls.Train: Snickerz.Snickerz walks up smiling and clapping as Train holds the Steele Train up.Train: Accept?Snickerz: YES! YES! She gets it put over her neck and from then on the show goes into rapid form with each guy calling a girl’s name and a quick clip of her getting her chain shown to save time.Steele - Chick With Da Big Tittiez![/COLOR] Train: Clam Chaoder.Steele - Maye-Ner![/COLOR] Train: Pep SeeSteele - Freebird![/COLOR] Train: Kit-KatSteele - Sair-Enn[/COLOR] Train: And my final pick....COMMERCIAL BREAK! Train: Julie..There we go, the teams are chosen. The two that didn't get chosen are the two who were fighting earlier, Flipsay and Twista. Steele explains why they didn't get picked.Steele - Now... both of you hoes are fine and all but... we can't have no fightin' in dis muthafucka on da FIRST DAY. Shit at least let da other hoes get settled in first. I mean, you ain't gotta go home but ya most definitely gotta get ya asses out of here.[/color] The ladies walk away and don't even say final words! Instead we cut to them walking away in slow motion followed by Steele and Train.Steele - Well... IT'S NOW TIME TO GET DIS PARTY STARTED! YEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH![/COLOR] Steele pops the top of his champagne bottle and the ladies cheer once more. With this just beginning and already stuff boiling down, what else could happen on this show? Oh, much, much more. Tune in next week to see what challenges Steele and Train have for the girls, only on VH1...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:16:09 GMT -5
“Double Penetration!” Credit: Fallen Souls & Thunderkiss "Thunderkiss! Thunderkiss! Are you alright!?!" [The sound of X’s voice awakens him from his healing slumber. Surprised to see him, he tries to set up but is quickly sent back down due to dizziness. Needing air, he takes a deep breath and feels a bit better, albeit briefly. For upon filling his lungs with air, he quickly realizes that it was much easier to do - with his mask off!] Thunderkiss: My mask! Where is my mask!FSX: It's alright, just think of me as Mary Jane! Except..you know..we won't be having sex, and you don't have much responsibility... Thunderkiss: Where am I? FSX: Your easy to locate Thunder Cave. Seriously, this is the worst hide-out ever. I found it within five minutes, and there was a bunch of immigrants selling fruit out front. Thunderkiss: Wait, what? FSX: Nevermind. It's alright. I got some cheap oranges. It worked itself out...Anyway, you got beat up by the Road Steelers. Thunderkiss: It was that crackerjack Jake Steele, wasn’t it?FSX: Uhh...not exactly. Thunderkiss: Irvine?! That son of a bitch, I didn’t even see him there! [Fallen reluctantly shakes his head no. TK’s heart sinks into his stomach. He must accept the inevitable.] Thunderkiss: Train ...FSX: He's committed to the Darkside....no pun intended. Thunderkiss: You know, I was gone for some time while I tended to very personal matters, but a few months does not equal this! It just doesn’t! I don’t know what happened to James, but after this, I don’t care. The man I knew as Thunder Train is GONE. Hey ... waitaminute ... I thought you were with them?!FSX: Nah, not really. They just owed me a large sum of money. I kinda figured it wasn't worth it after they started acting like damned children...Seriously...The Second Coming look well-adjusted in comparison. Thunderkiss: Well, this is quickly turning into one of those cliche super hero team ups, isn’t it? FSX: I'm not really sure where your going with this, honestly. I just kinda felt like beating them to a pulp, wellst looking like a heroic saint in the process...but if you want to be a Super Team...sure, why not. Thunderkiss: Point taken. Well then, I’d say its about time that we go fuck those Road Steelers straight up their ass! FSX: Woah woah woah woah! You mean figuratively, right? Because I don't want to get involved with your love triangle. Especially if it's a rape triangle now. Thunderkiss: We have to fuck...thier...ass. FSX: ...Like some kinda Double Penetration? [When a good idea hits you, you know it, and right now both FSX and TK have been slapped upside the head with one. However, before The Road Steelers can experience the orifice ripping power of DOUBLE PENETRATION, Thunderkiss is going to have to take a detour to Midpoint Hospital to recover some HP. Not wishing to risk blowing his secret identity, it is time for American Made to ride again.] American Made: .... you are a genius, brother. FSX: I really don't like where this is going....how long do you have to wear that damn mask? American Made: Until either Ginger dies or Russo takes over completely. FSX: So, about a month then? Good fun. American Made: Tell me about it. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 3, 2008 17:18:04 GMT -5
Segment: Getting Her Back (Credit: Jake Cheng) Running through the halls of the ACW Arena, Jake Cheng looks for one room: one person. He flies through the doors of the ACW co-Chairman Stephan Russo’s office so fast that Russo cannot even begin to yells at him for leaving the rest of the stable in the ring.
Next, Cheng bursts through the OCW locker room, once again, so fast that BK London cannot question him onto why he is not wrestling at the moment. The former Heavyweight Champion just runs into a private room where he is face to face with Kirsten Carter.
Her attitude is completely different from before. She stands up as tall as possible, trying to look strong and in control. To read her emotions from her eyes would be impossible as they are covered by the large (read as annoying) sunglasses. A logical guess on her emotions would be easy, based on the red mark on her face and the suit case in her hand. Jake Cheng: Kir- Kirsten Carter: I don’t want to see you ever again. Take as much time as you want, just let me know when Jake gets back. Kirsten walks around Jake and leaves the room. Jake runs his hands through his hair. He makes a last ditch effort to get her to change her mind, going back through the room where BK London was into the Chairman’s office is. But when he gets there, it is stopped by Russo.
Stephan Russo: BK left without you. You might want to get going to the ring because if you are not out there for BK’s match, you don’t not want to know what I’ll do. Jake Cheng: This is a bad ti- Stephan Russo: To the ring. Defeated, Jake keeps on moving out the door, but instead of heading to the parking lot to find his girlfriend, he walks to the ring. This is a battle for another day. Fade out.
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