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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:53:08 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 17th November 2008
ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour: Memphis, Tennessee Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------
The Doctor vs. Lusso
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Samson vs. Dave Tyler
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Daniel Ness vs. Chris Williams (Part 2)
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Jason Freeman vs. XS3
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Scott Andrews and Kudo Yasuda vs. Henry McKaye and Starkweather
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BK London and Stephan Russo vs. Jay Zero and Gingerdude
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:53:43 GMT -5
Opening Segment: It hits the fan (Credit: BK London)
We ended the show with the champion last week, and it only feels right to kick things off with the champion - right in the home of some of the best southern wrestlers to enter the business, Memphis, Tennesse.
"Hello Goodbye" by Lupe Fiasco pumps through the speakers in the Pyramind Arena, and the stage fills up with smoke - as usual for the OCW Heavyweight Champion. As the lights begin to have a bit of a strobing effect, there is quite a mixed reaction for one of the most hated men on the roster. It appears that BK London has actually gotten some fans here in the Pyramid Arena for whatever reason, but nonetheless - he walks out to the stage to half the crowd cheering and half the crowd booing for him. However, London is not alone, and Stephan Russo - Co-Chairman for ACW is trailing right behind him.
Edison: Another edition of Warfare, another show opener by the disastrous duo of BK London and Stephan Russo - I wonder what they've got to get off their chest tonight.
McNally: Well, I'd like to think it has something to do with this Saturday at Hello Goodbye, and possibly their tag team match later this evening.
Stephan Russo makes his way into the ring following BK London, and the two stand in the center of the ring - attired in their casual clothing for the evening. Phillip hands Russo a microphone, and slowly the music dies down and the lights return to normal.
Chairman Russo: Less than five days folks. We're already less than five days away, until the entire landscape of ACW changes - until the initials A-C-W, will simply be a thing of the past, and a new era will dawn in. We're only five days away from the passing of the torch, the changing of the guard - only five days away until me - Stephan Russo - will be the sole Chairman of this company. Can you feel the excitement in the air? I said can you feel it?
Massive heat from the crowd, meanwhile BK London is in the background saying "Oh I can feel it alright! I can feel it".
McNally: Oh brother, will you look at these two? You'd swear Russo was preaching a sermon from ther way BK London is reacting.
Edison: It makes me sick. I truly hope ACW can manage to pull one out at Hello Goodbye.
Chairman Russo: Never has there been a time in ACW where there was so much at stake. Never has there ever been a time where one match depended on the future of the careers of so many, folks - this is going to be a match for the ages. A match for the record books. And I want everyone to order this PPV. I want you to call up your local satellite and cable provider, I want you to find the nearest hooters, and I want you to WATCH this pay per view. Why? Because I want everyone to witness history changing before their eyes. THIS moment will be one of those moments where you will remember where you are when you watched this. Just like when you heard JFK got shot. Just where the towers fell. Just when Obama was announced as president of the United States - YOU REMEMBER WHERE YOU WERE! And this pay per view will be exactly the same...you will not forget it.
McNally: He's right about one things. This PPV will be one of the biggest matches of all time. All of our jobs will be on the line in this match...
Edison: You think we could lose our jobs Maxie?
McNally: I don't know. All I know is I do not want to work under that tyrant Russo.
Chairman Russo: But enough about the future, the future is the future - let's talk about tonight. Let's talk about the wrestling debut of the man - who had he decided he wanted to wrestler 15 years ago - would be one of the greatest wrestlers of all time, the wrestling debut of Stephan Russo!
And with that, Russo rips off his jogging pants revealing his small wrestling tights with Russo on the back - showing his unsightly unshaven legs. The young members of the crowd cower in fear at the hairy old men, while the older people look in disgust.
Chairman Russo: You can all hate if you want, but this is a man - who at 43 years old, looks better than most of you in your twenties. I -
"Gingerdude's Theme" cuts off Russo before he could even start his next sentence, and the pair don't exactly look too happy with the arrival of Chairman Gingerdude. Gingerdude steps to the stage, and he looks like he's about to throw up himself.
Chairman Gingerdude: For the love of god Russo, put back on your pants...
And the crowd couldn't agree more, as they cheer in approval of Ginger's statement.
Edison: I guess Russo hasn't been introduced to wax as of yet.
McNally: Or a tanning bed, those are the pastiest - whitest legs I've ever seen.
Chairman Gingerdude: You know, I may have not competed in the ring for some time now, but I am absolutely itching to get into the ring with you Stephan Russo. Do you remember the last time I actually came in physical contact with you? I bet you do. It was at Omega Effect, when I took your ass down and choked the living life out of you. I watched as you gasped for air, flailing your arms from side to side, and I couldn't help but feel good. Oh it felt so good nearly ripping your head off - but since then, I haven't been able to actually touch you. But tonight, it's all legal. And when I finally get my hands on you Russo, let's say that I'll finish the job that I started...
Chairman Russo: Oh really? Well, have you even thought about the different scenarios? Have you even thought of what I'll do when I get MY hands on you? Or, or better yet - what happens if you don't even make it to the match tonight? BK? I say you advance on him.
BK London: You got it boss.
London hands his championship belt on over to Russo, who now holds it over his shoulder, and BK London steps out of the ring. Gingerdude, who stands at the top of the ramp - not even moving an inch, watches as BK London begins to make his way up the ramp. A world of hurting could be coming the way of the Co-Chairman, but stepping from behind the curtain and from behind Gingerdude himself, is none other than Jay Zero - equipped with a Steel Chair.
Edison: Oh my lord..
McNally: London better hit the road, or he's going to get a mouth full of steel!
And that's exactly what BK London does, he races back towards the ring and appearing on the other sides of things is Scott Andrews. He pops up behind Stephan Russo, who is now about to wet his brand new tights, and London races in the ring and begins to take it to Scott Andrews. London and Andrews exchange right hands, but it's a knee to the abdomen that manages to end the offense of Scott. London decks Andrews down to the mat, and now Zero slides into the ring and attempts to take a swing at London - but London manages to duck out of the way.
Russo hops up on the apron and grabs the attention of Zero, and now Jay takes a swing at him. Luckily Russo manages to hop off the apron and avoid the chair shot at the last moment. Quickly after, Zero feels someone touching his shoulder and without any hesitation he turns around and clocks the person - not realizing for one second, that the person was Scott Andrews.
Andrews is laid out on the mat, and London decides to take his exit - stage left. Gingerdude makes his way down to the ring and he checks on Andrews, while Zero is forced to watch Russo and BK London get away. Zero throws a chair nearly halfway up the ramp, and he misses Russo by a few inches. This situation certainly doesn't help the division amongst the ACW ranks..
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:54:26 GMT -5
Segment: An address for all Credit: Josh Robertson
The camera fades back into a shot of ringside, panning around the arena showing the fans waiting in anticipation. The ringside officials seem to look a bit bemused at what's supposed to happening right now, until the camera halts to show someone stepping through the entrance curtain. Two men in fact. Without the usual accompaniment of theme music Bill Wright and Josh Robertson step through the entrance curtain and walk out onto the top of the entrance ramp. Wearing a grey suit and a pair of blue jeans and a smart black shirt respectively, they are greeted by an aura of silence. The pair make their way down to the ring slowly as the crowd look on suspiciously. Upon entering the ring Bill demands a microphone, the pair step into the centre of the ring with both looking to be in a serious mood. Bill lifts the microphone as the crowd wait to see how they should react.
Bill Wright: It's been a while since I had the displeasure of stepping into an ACW ring and I can assure you all I wish I didn't have to...but there are obvious reasons for why I, and why Josh are standing here today. Josh and I have unfortunately had to be backstage today, and everything about it only further asserts our deepest fears as much as having to watch this shambles of a "show" on national television has done. The fact is, while ACW may claim to be a brand of professional wrestling, at this moment in time it is far from it.
Bill turns to Josh shaking his head with a look of disgust apparent on his face. Josh stands back as Bill takes a step forward to continue speaking. The crowd are starting to become more vocal now, with boos able to be heard here and there.
Bill Wright: Everything about this company, hell frankly, everything about this industry right now is fake. Compared to what professional wrestling used to be like and what it used to stand for, what you see before you is an insult to the icons who built this industry from the ground up. It makes my blood boil to even think about what it used to be like and what everything has become. Still, there is one thing that ticks me off even more, and that's the fact no one else seems to give a rat's ass! Everyone else seems to have accepted that there is nothing they can do to change it, or they just don't want to.
Bill pauses.
Bill Wright: The thing is, there's a reason this industry has gone in the direction it has and it isn't because one day someone woke up and suddenly decided it should. No. It's because everyone sold out. Like with everything, as soon as money entered the equation, as soon as national television deals were up for grabs out went the principles. The principles and foundations that make professional wrestling what it is. It wasn't just the greedy owners either, it was the wrestlers who stopped caring about putting on a show for the fans and instead how many zeros were on their pay checks. It was the television executives who showered companies with money, and then pressured them into sacrificing values for production value. The fact is the mutated version of professional wrestling known as sports entertainment is nothing but a disgusting, good for nothing, waste of space. It's time the world and the industry was re-educated, and shown what real professional wrestling is. And that's exactly what we intend on doing.
Bill lowers the microphone to his side, stepping back and nodding to Robertson who grabs it out of his grip. As Robertson this time steps forward the crowd are becoming increasingly vocal and unsurprisingly they have taken a strong distaste to the pair.
Josh Robertson: Neither one of us has come here to ACW to play games...that is unless you count the amount of running games I'll be playing with the roster when they realise what a real professional wrestler is. Sure, we both have our individual motives for being here, but our collective goal...no our collective duty to this industry is to bring back professional wrestling to what it used to be.
Josh pauses.
Josh Robertson: By any means necessary.
This draws heat from all around ringside, Josh however remains unflustered and continues.
Josh Robertson: I haven't come for a shot at the big leagues, nor am I standing here because I'm trying to make a name for myself. I'm simply here because I need to be. I'm here because there's no one else other than this man standing beside me that can either see what needs to be done, or that has the spine to actually do it. ACW is supposed to be the place where the best of the best are, the place that every young professional wrestler should aspire to be competing in...the place where if you manage to get in you can claim to have made it. That couldn't possibly be any further from the truth. The entire roster is full to the brink of people who haven't done squat for the industry, and of people who have no clue about what it really means to be considered a professional wrestler. But, see, that's really just the icing on top of it all. I can stand here and talk here all day about what's wrong with ACW, or what's wrong with professional wrestling for that matter, but the fact is that's just wasting time that could be used on putting things right. So, I'm going to go ahead and make a promise instead; a promise to do whatever it takes, to do whatever I have to do to get rid of this sports entertainment culture that has salvaged the very foundations of professional wrestling.
Josh turns to look up at the alphatron.
Josh Robertson: I hope those of you who are watching right now are listening carefully, because this concerns each and every one of you. This isn't just a statement, or a call out to the roster, this is addressed to the entirety of the ACW employees. Ignore or underestimate us at your peril.
As Robertson finishes he drops the microphone onto the ring canvas, and exits the ring followed by Bill. The pair head up the entrance ramp to raucous boos from all around. The camera slowly fades to back as they reach the top of the ramp.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:54:58 GMT -5
Segment: Let the Taunting Commence Credit: Wayde Russeller and Daniel Ness
The camera is in the back outside to the locker room door of Wayde Russeller. He sits in his chair staring at his TV stand where there is a dust outline of where his belt used to be. On the table in front of him is a shot of Brass Monkey. He doesn't drink it but every now and then his eye wanders from the belt area to the shot glass. As he sits staring and contemplating his wife, Diamond Russeller Fox walks in the room. As soon as she see's the shot glass she runs to the table and takes it away.
Diamond: Wayde are you drinking!?!?
Wayde seemingly snaps out of his trance and he notices his shot glass is gone. He stands up and faces Diamond
Wayde: NO! I was thinkin of drinkin but I didn't yet!
Diamond: Wayde, you know as a recovering ALCOHOLIC, if you start drinking again you be able to stop. It's not worth it!
Wayde: Baby, you don't understand...one day, I had it. I was on course to SHATTER the record for longest Entertainment Title Reign, and now what? NOTHING! That American Thunder WHATEVER comes in out of no where and beats me for MY title?? I think I deserve a drink...
Diamond: But your not going to take that drink. Maybe this was a sign honey. Maybe this was a sign that you are meant for better then that title. Maybe your meant to be the International Champion. Maybe your meant to be...World Champion.
At the sound of this Wayde's head lifts up and his eyes light up. He starts to imagine himself with the World Title around his waist. He gets so excited he jumps up and starts kissing Diamond. As they kiss, the door opens and Daniel Ness walks in.
Ness: ”Well if it isn't the Entertainment Champ? Oh no wait, it isn't! I forgot he got dethroned by American Made.”
Wayde breaks the kiss and turns to look at Ness.
Wayde: Very clever Ness. Did you spend all weekend thinking that up??
Ness: “No, it's a god-given trait. Just like my wrestling, my dashing good looks and my immaculate charisma, oh and of course your inability to hold onto a title. They're all natural.”
Wayde: What about your inability to win one? Other than on the fake show, of course.
Ness: "'Former Openweight Champion' Daniel Ness would like to have a word with that. Fake Show? Puh-lease. Everyone knows that the Openweight Title is of much superiority and value to the Entertainment Title because it's held by people with real credibility and not the likes of yourself, Mr. Red and any other random. Might I ask Diamond, what're you drinking?"
Diamond: Uhh...well...I..
Ness: ”Well I'll be, I know my drinks. That looks… *pause* and smells like Brass Monkey. That's a strong drink for such a delicate lady...”
Wayde: Leave her alone Ness, it's my drink OK? You happy?
Ness: ”As a matter of fact, no I’m not. That's dangerous Mr. Russeller. I'm no Wayde historian but everyone and their grandma knows of your history... If you've got the bottle and you've got the cup, you're going to get messed up.”
Wayde: You know what Ness? Your right, your no historian, but I am. So do you want me to tell you how history goes? Some little punk gets in my business, I tell him he is making a mistake messing with the best, he doesn't listen, he gets hurt. So why don't we skip all the games and I'll just lay you out here and now?
Ness: ”Well you wanna know how my history goes? I sign up expecting to make something of myself and IMMEDIATELY get slammed with doubt so I'm made to jump through hoop after hoop which of course, results with me passing everyone of them with flying colours. Those hoops generally consist of beating up pissants like you which is something that in my world never fails to amuse me”
Wayde: Well I guess we move on to phase 2 where I explain to you that I am better then you will ever be and tell you to get the hell out my locker room.
Ness: ”Well, I "Ain't gon' tresspass on yer prawpatty!" so I'm gonna' skidaddle right out of here. When you're in that ring though you're not in Wayde's World you're in MY World. Don't EVER forget that.”
With that Ness turns and leaves with a smug look on his face. Wayde smacks the drink from Diamonds hand and takes a deep breath. He goes and grabs his cowboy hat and throws it on.
Wayde: Well I guess it's just gonna be one of those nights
With that he walks out to continue his business for the night. There is something more important he has to handle tonight. And that something is the color Red.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:55:25 GMT -5
Segment: But Hey! I’ve got Potential! Credit: Dave Tyler As the show cuts to the next segment, the words “Earlier Today” flash across the bottom of the screen. The scene shows the arena, except with the notable difference that it is completely empty. The rows of seats are nearly completely abandoned, as some ring crew walk round on the ground level, setting up the ring and the various other things which need to be set up for the show. The camera pans round, showing them all going about their business, laughing and joking with each other, a great sense of comradery on show.
The camera moves up into the stands now, to show that one lone figure sits in the arena, staring down at the ring area. He sits forward, hunched over and with his feet up on the chair in front of them. His blond hair is tied back with a hair band, and he wears a white tracksuit. It is Dave Tyler. The Candyman. Still looking down at the ring and never at the camera, he starts to talk. A monologue of sorts…
Dave Tyler: “Oh yeah. Dave Tyler. He has so much potential. If he can stick it out in this place, then he’ll go places.” How often have I heard that now? Since day one, since the very first show, I’ve been making fans. People see things in me and in my future. Great things. Golden things hopefully, that I can wrap around my waist and flaunt. Oh yeah. I’ve got potential. The only problem with that is that, while I obviously have loads of potential, I seem to be having some problems showing it off.
Last week on Meltdown, the fans at home gave me one hell of an opportunity. A chance to prove myself; in the aptly named “Rookie’s Chance to Shine” match. They had their choice of people that they wanted to see in a match, and they chose…me. Dave Tyler. The Candyman. The man with the brightest future in this company. And, once again…I choked. Jesus Christ, I choked and I lost again. I’ve now had three major chances to prove myself, to fulfil at least part of my potential and three times now, I’ve screwed it up. Against Wayde. Against Made. And last week, against Richmond. A match that should have been my chance to show the world that their faith is not misplaced, I messed up in.
Each and every show, I’ve said that I am a great wrestler and a huge superstar in the making. That I may talk big, but I can back it up. But can I? Have I? No. That’s the honest answer. I may have impressed in those matches, with my high flying skills, and I certainly have mic skills. But, at the end of the day, I’ve lost the three biggest matches of my career now, and when someone looks at my record, it doesn’t say “He lost, but he looked good.” It doesn’t say “He lost, but my God, this kid has potential. It says. “He lost”. Period. End of, good night, that’s all folks. He lost and his opponents went on to bigger and better things. But hey! I’ve got potential!
There’s only so much I can take. There’s only so often I can come out and say “Don’t worry boys and girls, I know I lost the last time…and the time before that.... Oh and the time before that…but don’t worry…. Cause I’m a sweet talker and I have the advantage of the fact I’m constantly underestimated on my side.” Am I being underestimated? So far, my career has consisted of some flashy pictures, two wins against nobodies, and three losses to bigger dogs than me. I won’t sell myself or my opponents short. I was up against the best, and they showed why they are considered the best. But let’s face it. The way I’m wrestling, I’m not in their league.
So what do I do next? Do I get bitter about the whole thing? Start talking shit and try and prove something? No. That would be the easy route. To often in this industry do people get a little downtrodden and start trying to show their dominance through sneak attacks and dirty tactics. I know I’ve got the potential and evidently, so do a lot of other people out there. It’s just a matter of trying to step up my game play, and take control of the situation. The only person I can blame for my lack of success this far is me. It’s time for me to prove I’ve got more than I’ve shown thus far. Prove that I can be as good as I say; as good as I KNOW I can be. It’s time to unleash the potential.
And that’s unfortunate for you Samson. Cause later on tonight, you and me go one on one. Hey! You requested a match, and I was more than willing to accept that challenge. Granted, my history with open challenges has not been the best. But that’s ok. Tonight is the night that I change all that. Don’t get me wrong Samson. You look like you can go far, you look….like you have potential. The problem for you is that only one of us can unleash theirs tonight. One of us will win and one will lose. And whoever loses can rest assured that they have…potential. But that isn’t much of a comfort to me anymore. I want the win. You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for that I am sorry, I am so, so sorry. Cause one must fall for the other to rise. One must fail for the other to succeed. One must lose for the other to fulfil his destiny. His potential. And that my friend will be me. It will be my hand raised. And that…that will be sweet!
Tyler takes his feet down off the chair in front of him and stands up. He looks down at the ring crew and turns, walks down the aisle and reaches the steps. He walks up them and out through a door, leaving the arena.
The camera drifts down to the ring crew, as two men lean against the ring, looking up at Tyler leaving. They turn to each other as he leaves.
Man 1: Who was he talking to?
Man 2: I don’t know? He seems a bit…you know.
Man 1: Yeah. But wow, does that boy have potential!
The two laugh and head off screen, heading back to restart their work setting up the equipment as the screen fades to black again.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:57:10 GMT -5
Match 1: The Doctor vs. Lusso (Credit: Robertson)
The opening match of the show starts off with the pair locking up in the centre of the ring. With both men being of similiar stature it comes down to the more determined of the two, which going by previous accounts is surprisingly Lusso; The Doctor is brought down to the canvas with a snapmare. Lusso targets the head of The Doctor with an elbow strike, before transitioning into a headlock as The Doctor gets to his feet. Lusso struggles to control his opponent in the centre of the ring, before The Doctor manages to finally break free by using several elbows of his own, straight to the mid-section of Lusso. As Lusso backs off winded he makes the same mistake he has done in several of his previous matches, and becomes reckless again. Rushing forward towards a patient The Doctor, he runs straight into a standing headbutt to the chest. Lusso is immediately leveled, with his back slamming hard onto the canvas behind him. The Doctor covers for the pin fall, but only manages a 2 count.
With Lusso still in cuckoo land (though in all fairness he's there all of the time anyway) The Doctor pulls him to his feet via the aid of a hair pull. Lusso makes a weak attempt of resistance, flailing his arms around, but is quickly subdued by a well-timed kick to the mid-section. The Doctor follows it up with a stalling vertical suplex, letting all the blood drain to the head of Lusso, before bringing him back down to earth with a bang. As Lusso lays lifeless on the canvas The Doctor decides against going for the pin fall, and instead stands back and waits for him to get up again. After what seems an eternity, Lusso stumbles to his feet again, only to be met with the skull shattering move known as Brain Surgery (Western Lariat). This time Lusso flops to the canvas out the cold, with The Doctor picking up an easy win as he covers for the pin fall.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:57:51 GMT -5
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 16:59:06 GMT -5
“A Lucky Fan” Credit: Chris Williams, Thunder Train, BK London, Jonny Spade, Jason Freeman
Backstage prior to the show, Chris Williams is seen signing autographs for hundreds of adoring fans. People have been lined up for awhile now, awaiting an autograph from one of their favorite stars. Shirt after shirt, hat after hat, Williams loves every second of it. After about a half an hour of signing, Williams grabs a microphone and addresses his fans.
Williams: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out today and supporting me in what is sure to be an amazing match!
The crowd goes wild at the mention of the match against Ness. Everyone is screaming…WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS! Chris just grins, nods his head, and continues speaking.
Williams: Thank you all so much. I know that, with your support and your help, I will win, and I will put that scumbag down. With all of you cheering me on, I’ll be unstoppable. Daniel Ness won’t know what hit him. But now, to show my thanks to all of you, one lucky fan will go backstage with me, and see what the ACW is all about! You’ll get to meet ACW superstars, see some locker rooms, and probably learn a little bit about the ACW, too! So who is it going to be? Let me hear you!!
The roar of the crowd is deafening, as everybody wants to be the one lucky fan to go backstage on the last show before HelloGoodBye. The louder they get, the wider Williams smiles at them. Chris spots a kid, around 14 or so, yelling at the top of his lungs, completely dressed in ACW gear.
Williams: You…what is your name?
Fan: Matt!
Williams: Well Matt, if your parents will let you, it’s you and me buddy!
Matt looks back at his parents…they nod and allow him to go. Matt hops the guardrail and poses with Williams for a few pictures for the local newspapers.
Williams: Yeah, that’s it pal!
The crowd lets out a few groans of disappointment, and soon disperses, leaving Williams, Matt, and his parents. His parents are promptly whisked away by security to sign a stack of waivers.
Matt: Bye, Mom! We’ll be back later!
A few minutes later, Matt and Chris are walking backstage. Matt is eyeing all of the ACW superstars that they happen to pass. Matt spots Thunder Train and goes completely insane.
Williams: You want to talk to Train? Ok man, it’s your call….
The pair walks up to Thunder Train, who seems to be trying to ignore them.
Matt: Hey Mr. Train! Can you autograph my sign-book?
Thunder Train: Can you give me a burger?
Matt: Well, I don’t have any food with me….
Thunder Train grunts while rubbing his stomach and scribbles his name on Matt’s sign-book, and then promptly goes back to his hunt for a burger.
Williams: Come on Matt, there’s a few other guys that you should meet.
Williams spots BK London, and takes Matt over to talk to him.
Matt: Wow, Chris Williams - you know BK London?!?
Williams: Yeah, of course!
BK: What the hell is a Chris Williams?
Williams: …Moving on.
Williams and the kid stroll backstage talking about all things wrestling, until they spot Sijweh, leaning back against the brick wall with a heel up and his head down. He is holding his mask in his hands from the last match, not seeming to be in an approachable mood. Williams and Matt call out to him, and Sijweh looks up and gives a nod, before staring back into the mask. Matt and Williams move on further, until spying Jason Freeman.
Matt: Oh man! Jason Freeman, can I get your autograph? Please? PLEASE?!? Freeman: Are you kidding me?!
Freeman glares at Matt and then turns to Williams, obviously realizing that this fan is with him
Freeman: Did you not SEE what happened to me on Thursday? What Dan did to me?! And now...now when I look for my revenge, I find out that he is NOT in the building? Now, Williams, how do you think that makes me feel?!
Williams: Oh, I dunno... burnt [/b]? Or—and I’m just spit-balling here— Pissed[/b], maybe?[/color] Williams chuckles, as Freeman can't believe what he just heard, and he seems shocked for a second, before he pierces Williams with a deathly glare. Williams quits laughing immediately, as he is probably realizing that wasn't the smartest thing to say.Freeman: You think this is a joke?! This is funny?! You don't know how lucky you are that I have other things on my mind right now...such as how exactly I'm going to make Dan White pay for this little no-show, and so I suggest you take that kid, and you get him and yourself out of my sight before I decide to take out my frustrations on you! The dastardly duo turn heel and take off, leaving Freeman to ponder his revenge.Williams: Okay Matt, I know this hasn’t been going well so far, but I can make up for it. First, gimme your book, so I can sign it… and then I have a nice little surprise for ya!Williams signs the book, which Matt promptly tucks back into his pocket. He turns and looks eagerly at Williams.Williams: So, are you ready for the big surprise? Matt: Yeah, what is it? Tell me, tell me!Williams: Well, just wait until you can hear the music, and walk with me past this curtain… “Headstrong” by Trapt hits the speakers, then Matt and Chris walk through the curtain in front of thousands of screaming fans. Matt is yelling something to Chris, but it can’t be heard over the roar of the crowd. Matt does an Orton Pose at the top of the ramp, and then follows Chris down to the ring. There are two microphones waiting for them in the center of the ring as they slide under the ropes. Chris picks up both microphones, and hands one to Matt. Chris begins talking into his microphone, as Matt continues to Orton Pose on all of the turnbuckles.Williams: Thank you all for that tremendous ovation. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you all to meet my friend Matt. He was picked to hang out with me backstage before HelloGoodBye, and I just thought he would like to have an entrance of his own, so I brought him to my fans, and my fans never disappoint! So Matt, did you have a fun time?Matt: Yeah!Williams: Who did you get to hang out with?Matt: Chris Williams!Williams: Who showed you everything you love about ACW?Matt: Chris Williams!Williams: And who is your FAVORITE WRESTLER OF ALL TIME? Matt: DAVE TYLER!!!!!!Williams: …Williams drops his microphone and exits the ring as the camera fades out to a commercial break.[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:04:53 GMT -5
Segment: UNFORGETABLE BATTLE! MUSCLE HUSTLE! Credit: Dave Tyler As the camera cuts backstage after the last exciting segment, Dave Tyler stands in front of a camera, a backdrop behind him advertising the up coming pay per view. The crowd cheer the Candyman, as he smiles back, nodding his head appreciatively of the support. Another man stands beside him, holding a microphone up to his mouth. He is a weedy looking individual, not worthy of naming and just a simple, run of the mill backstage interviewer.Man: Dave Tyler, before you head into your match tonight with Samson, I just have to ask you some questions with regards the pay per view this Sunday. OCW Hello Goodbye. And it has been officially confirmed now that you shall be clashing with five other superstars for the Entertainment Championship, in a match that will be called “Unforgettable Battle! Muscle Hustle!”. Your thoughts going into this match? Dave Tyler: “Unforgettable Battle! Muscle Hustle!” Now that is a name if ever I’ve heard one, and oh boy, doesn’t it just sound like it has some major potential to be epic? Yes, there’s that word again, and I don’t want to sound like I’m droning on and on about it, but that’s what it always seems to boil down to in this company. This match will pit some of the best of the best this company has to offer in a match where just about anyone can walk out as the new Entertainment champion. And of course, this won’t be my first crack at the title either. This will be my second pay per view appearance, and it will be my second Entertainment title shot on pay per view as well. Man: So, needless to say, you’re going to be going in all guns blazing? Dave: Defo. I need to prove, not only to the fans here and at home, but also to myself, that I have what it takes to hang with the big boys here. I mean, lets look at who I’m up against. Wayde, the former champion. We faced each other at the last pay per view so I know what it is like getting into the ring with him. Yeah, he won and I don’t like making excuses, but he had help. And this time, I’m going to be ready for it. American Made, who I faced only last week, and again, yeah he won. But see, while I’ve lost to both of those men in singles competition, there’s one major difference this time round and that is the whole new strategic level that a six man match brings with it. This is going to require a complelty different mind set and it’s nigh on impossible to think of a gameplan for this sort of match. There’s too many elements, too many things that can happen without warning. It’s going to be manic, crazy and hysterical. It’s going to be just the way I like things. I may be going up against two people who have beat me already, but this isn’t a simple rematch. This is a whole new ball game, and one that I plan to knock out of the park.Man: Of course, there could be another factor in this match, in the form of Wayde's current "problem", so to speak...What about Mr. Red? Dave: ...Who was supposed to be dead?Man: That’s what Wayde said. Dave: I guess we were misled.Man: The rumour of his death were widespread... Dave: Yeah, the whole thing kinda hurts my head.Man: .... Dave: .....Man: ....what just happened? Dave: Moving on.Man: Well that accounts for two of your five opponents. What about the other three? Dave: Well, first off, let’s deal with this mystery opponent. Who is he? Is it even a he? What if it’s a she? What if it is an it? Who knows dude? Who knows? Do you know?Man: I do not. Dave: But this goes back to what I was just saying. Right there, we have an example of something that you cannot prepare for. There’s no way to form a game plan because you just don’t know who you’ll be going up against. Isn’t that awesome? You have to bring your a-game, cause the only way to win is to be ready for anything. One mistake is all it will take to get messed up and taken out of this match. I know. I’ve made mistakes, and I’ve learnt from them. Who is this mystery entrant? Who knows? Man: A.C. Evans? Dave: I don't know much about Evan's, if I'm being 100 straight with you. I know he's a whizz with a computer and photoshop, but he's someone I still have to do some research on. Don't worry though. Come Hello Goodbye, I'll have him scouted and be ready to fight him.Man: Ross Lambert? Dave: Oh Ross? Now him, I do know a bit about, and he’s certainly going to be fun to fight against. HIs reputation certainly preceeds him. He'll be just another explosive element that’s been added to the match. But then, this entire concept is going to revolve aroundan explosiveness, isn’t it? This match is going to be huge, lewd and exciting. All five of my opponent’s better be ready for the fight of their lives, cause I have the most to prove. I need to win this match, and I fully plan on walking out as your new Entertainment champion. And not only will that be Entertainment....That...will be sweet!Dave smiles a cheeky little smile and winks to the camera. The screen fades to black, as he continues to look at the camera, a firey passion sparkling in his eyes and an air of confidence resonating from him...[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:05:02 GMT -5
Segment: Trapped Between A Rock And A Hard Place
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Kudo)
It isn’t long after Scott was hit by Zero with the steel chair that the Scarlet Assassin makes his way backstage to recover. How could his own team mate do something like that to him when he was trying to help? Noisy and furious with what had just transpired, Scott slams his fist into a locker room door.
Moments later, a bewildered Kudo Yasuda opens the hatch and sees Scott smash a high powered kick through a pot plant, sending soil and pieces of ceramic pot everywhere.
Kudo: SCOTT!
Scott turns to see Kudo staring at him.
Kudo: What the hell are you doing?
Scott scoffs.
Scott: Hmph...I’m guessing you didn’t see what just happened out there?
Kudo: No, but I’m guessing it wasn’t good.
Scott: You’re right there, Kudo; it didn’t go well.
Kudo turns from concerned to frustrated.
Kudo: How about instead of being sarcastic you actually tell me what happened?
Scott: This is how it went down; Russo was flapping his rotten gums about taking over ACW at the Pay Per View. Ginger comes out and spits some of his own venom before, guess who, BK London rushes at him. I see things aren’t going well, but then Jay Zero runs out with a chair; and good on him. Only, when I was trying to save my “team mate” I turn around and get clobbered in the face with a chair shot from Zero...some team mate he is...
Kudo: Did you not stop to think it was an accident?
Scott: Pssh...if Zero can’t control a chair then he’s even weaker than I thought. The guy thinks he’s ten feet tall and made out of adamantium; it’s ridiculous. If he gets in my way again I swear I’ll kick his head straight off his tiny shoulders...
Scott’s anger is easy to see, but Kudo tries to distract him from his current worries.
Kudo: How about we discuss tonight, and our tag team match with Starkweather and McKaye?
Scott: Those two yellow bastards haven’t been seen for how many days? We’ll make mince meat out of them.
Kudo: Use your anger against them, Scott. Let it all out; because if you leave it any longer you’ll only end up hurting our team at Hello Goodbye.
Scott turns his head sharply.
Scott: So now I’m a detriment to this team?
Kudo: That’s not what I was trying to say, Scott, and you know it. But if you let your anger begin clouding your focus again you’ll end up back at square one. I know you’re a great wrestler, a great fighter, but this conflict will hurt ACW as a whole; you have to realise what is more important here.
The words cut deep and Scott begins to calm down. Kudo’s experience with dealing with Scott has paid off, and hopefully Scott keeps his cool for a little longer.
Scott: The man deserves my boot up his ass, but I can put his beat down on hold for now.
Kudo: Great, so now we’re on the same page, I’ll see you in the ring later on.
Scott nods and walks away, obviously still holding his true feelings in, but he could put an act on for Kudo’s sake. Kudo folds his arms and watches Scott make his way down the hall for a moment before walking back into his locker room.
Would Scott be able to hold his anger in?
Is Jay Zero safe from either team?
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:06:14 GMT -5
Match 2: Samson vs. Dave Tyler (Credit: Freeman)
The two fast paced wrestlers go towards each other at once. Samson goes for some quick kicks to the midsection, and Tyler attempts some shots to the head. Tyler goes to hiptoss Samson but Samson forward rolls up to his feet, before jumping up and turning hitting a quick kick to the ribs. Tyler leans forward, and Samson continues to hit swift kicks, before hitting a dropkick that sends Tyler to the ground.
The two put on an amazing match for a while as their speed comes into play. Neither man has an advantage, and they fight evenly for most of the match. At one point Tyler hits a stiff enzuigiri...but Samson kicks out at two, and transitions into an armbar! Tyler barely makes it to the ropes, and the two stand off. Tyler irish whips him into the ropes, runs forward, and hits a corner knee to Samson. Tyler grabs him, but Samson reverses with a knee to the chest. and then hits a stiff kick to the head, before grabbing Tyler and hitting his repeated trapping suplex.
The two draw everything out of each other...and then it comes to a close. Samson goes for the tidal wave kick, but Tyler ducks. Tyler goes to hit the Future Endeavor'd, but Samson grabs him and hits the Muay Thai DDT. Samson takes a lot of time getting up to the turnbuckle, going for the houston hangover! He takes too much time though, and Tyler gets out of the way...they both stand, and Samson turns right into a Diabetes Disorder! He goes for the pin...1....2....3!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Dave Tyler!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:06:50 GMT -5
“Scrubbing Bubbles” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay [Preparing for a night out with her husband, Christine Irvine refreshes herself with a warm winter’s shower. The feeling of the hot water falling on her face soothes her soul and visions of prosperous night filter into her mind. Indeed, the future is looking bright for the Irvines but any scholar will tell you that history always repeats itself. The couple has had their share of rocky times and will undoubtedly find themselves in a precarious position once more. With one drop of her soap, Christine finds herself in that position a lot sooner than she could have ever expected.] Christine Irvine: Shit. FSX: Oh, don't worry! Here you go! Charlotte: ........ [Understandably, both FSX and Christine are confused by this turn of events.] FSX: That’s not right. You shouldn’t be here, your contractual obligations to be involved in faintly sexist segments involving implied peril got used up months ago. Charlotte: You’re telling me. You see, this is what happens when you turn segments in at the last moment. FSX: Uhh.... yeah. Could you, like, get out of this scene? It kind of messes up the vibe we’re going for. Charlotte: Whatever. Christine: Could we get on with this? I’m freezing my ***s off here... [Shrugging, Charlotte wanders off. For the sake of continuity, FSX pauses, and then offers Christine the soap a second time, being joined by his stablemate.] American Made: Hi! [It takes a few moments for Christine’s mind to register the fact that she is not alone in of all places, the shower. The instant she connects the dots her arms fly over her body to cover those ever so intament parts and she lets out a loud shrill that rivals the shower scene in Psycho.] Christine Irvine: AAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE!!! Double Penetration: AAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEE!!! Christine Irvine: GET OUT! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! American Made: Oh come Christine. Like I haven’t seen this before. Well, I haven’t seen you EXACTLY like this, but I must say, that bun in the oven is doing things for me. Christine *shouting*: MATTTTT! MATTTTTT! FSX: Nice body for one of those 'large' ladies, don't you think? Surprising!!American Made *whispering*: I know. How Irvine pulled a slut like this I will never know. Christine: MATT, PLEASE, HELP ME! American Made: There is no Matt here! FSX: Indeed. There is only penetration...Prepare for trouble! American Made: Make it double! Christine: OUT! American Made: Is this anyway to welcome the Sentinel of Liberty?! Now do me a favor and close that little hole underneath your nose and hear me out. We were in the neighborhood and saw that you looked a little stressed out than usual. You know, the wrinkles, the dark circles underneath your eyes ... Christine: I HATE you. American Made: Now come on, hate is such a strong word. Don’t worry, I don’t hold your current condition against you. Being married to a loser while being in the presence of a real men must take it’s toll. Anyway, as I told my partner here, It looks like you could partake in a stress relieving activity. Being the leading advocates of penetration, we figured we’d drop by for a little “DP” session. FSX: Seeing we're whores now, it'll do the world good! Don't you worry though, I brought some soothing candles. I even got this great lotion from a guy sitting outside a preschool...Not sure what he was doing there, but he really wanted to give me some lotion...I think he thought I was five...weird. Christine: I’d never touch either one of you if you were the last “thing” on Earth. FSX: You know what? Words hurt. Have some fucking manners! American Made: If that’s the way you want it Christine, but I can see through your lies. Your mouth may be saying no, but as I look into those sorrow filled eyes, I can see your heart is screaming yes. [He leans in on the completion of that last sentences and eyes every wet, glistening curve of Christine’s body. This provides her with a target, and with the palm of her right hand, she hits the bulls eye.] ~!~SMACK~!~ FSX: Deja vu. Now are you going to miraculously seduce her? American Made: What, no goodbye kiss? Heh. Christine: MATT WILL KILL YOU! [Her final words fail to draw worry and instead bring amusement. Rubbing the sting from the side of his face, Made informs her as to why.] American Made: Baby, I’m counting on it! [Though he is sporting a mask, she has seen that crazed look in his eyes before and it shall forever haunt her dreams. In repulsion she backs herself into the nearest corner and pulls her knees into her chest. Through the spray of the shower her weeping can be heard, and just like it was so many years ago, it is music to TK’s ears. As much as he would love to stay and hear the rest of this symphony, his partner knows when it’s best to “fold ‘em” and initiates the retreat.. It isn’t until the sound of Thunderkiss’s laugh vanishes from sight that Christine Irvine’s skin stops crawling and the healing process can begin.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:08:53 GMT -5
Reserved for Rattlesnake
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:09:13 GMT -5
Segment: Temporaries (Credit: XS3/Steele)
In the back, we see XS3 getting ready within the confines of the Road Steelers locker room, preparing for his match against Jason Freeman. He looks down at his tag team title and smiles before pacing around, stretching while doing so. Before anything else happens, a knock on the door is heard.
XS3: Enter!
The door opens and Chairman Gingerdude enters the room. XS3 acknowledges him with a nod.
XS3: What can I do for you, good sir?
Gingerdude: Ah yes, this is regarding the International Championship match at HelloGoodbye. I'm afraid that if Steele cannot show up for the match, then I'll have no choice but to strip him of the title and have the match be contested between you, Richmond and Hughes.
XS3 looks on, a bit nervously.
XS3: We're trying to get in contact with him right now. I don't even know--
Just then, a “Smoke On The Water” ring tone is heard going off. Both me pause, almost confused, before XS3 grabs his cell phone from his bag. He checks the caller ID – it's Jake Steele. XS3 flips open the phone and guides it to his ear.
XS3: Bro?
Steele - Yo.[/COLOR]
XS3: Dude, where are you at? Ginger's right here, we've got a four-way coming up on Saturday and there needs to be an International Championship match.
Steele - Look, X, I can't say where I'm at right nah, but I need to speak to Ginga' real quick. Put em on da phone for me.[/color]
XS3 nods before handing the phone over to Ginger.
Ginger: Steele, this better be good...
Steele - I can't tell anyone where I am, not even you. Shit, dis call is probably being monitored right now as we speak. I got some heavy shit goin' down in my life right nah and it's gonna keep me from showing up at HelloGoodbye. I'll be back sometime after it's over, but since I can't be thea' I need Matt to hold da International status for me...
Ginger: But Steele...
Steele - Ginga'... I know I'm lettin' you down right nah. But I got big plans nigga, biggggg plans. And If I don't show up before Winter's Discontent, you can strip me of da title.[/color]
Ginger pauses to contemplate the decision before swallowing his pride.
Ginger: All right. I'll allow it. Just... Get back here as soon as you can, Jake. Goodbye.
Ginger closes the phone and hands it back to XS3.
Ginger: All right. This probably hasn't been done in ACW for a while. But here's what's going to happen. At HelloGoodbye, it's going to be Jonny Hughes vs. Alex Richmond vs. XS3, who will be defending the title for Steele. And if he doesn't get back before Winter's Discontent, then I'm stripping him of the title.
XS3 nods and smiles, knowing that, for the time being, he's the temporary International Champion. He reminisces about the time he was temporary tag team champion for Steele. XS3 then looks over at Steele's locker and, just like with the tag title, kicks it open, causing the International title to fall to the ground. XS3 picks it up and holds it up.
XS3: I've done this before, Ginger. I have no problem defending the title for Steele and if Richmond and Hughes want this, they're going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.
Ginger: I really hope you two know what you're doing. Now then, go get ready for Jason Freeman. The match is coming up soon.
XS3 nods and Ginger returns the gesture before leaving the locker room. XS3 pauses and looks down at both titles. He grins before resuming pacing around the room and stretching.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 17, 2008 17:10:23 GMT -5
Segment: No Need for a Segment Title <_< (Credit: Freeman)
The camera opens up, and to the jeers of the crowd “Ugly” by the Exies hits, and Jason Freeman walks out. And he's pretty damn angry. He marches down the ramp, trying to walking a little awkwardly thanks to the burns he suffered at the hands of Jake Steele in the inferno match last week. Entering the ring, he takes a microphone and asks for his music to be cut, before addressing to the crowd.
Freeman: Okay, let’s get this over with. I'm here for one man, and one man only. Dan White, I know you’re not here tonight, but I know you’ll get this message eventually. You decided not to show up, and I was angry, I’ll admit. But I realized, I won’t let you win. I’ll just take this anger I’m feeling right now…put it away…and when we step in the ring…I’m going to smash your face in, I’m going to beat you senseless, and then I’m going to pin you. Again.
The fans boo…and Freeman turns to them.
Freeman: I thought we’d gone over this before…okay…once again. I will not raise my voice for you fans. So once again…I am going to wait until you are finished and then---
He's cut off as the arena darkens, and the fans erupt with cheers. The titantron then bursts to life, showing a feed from what looks to be a pub of some sort. On the table are a vast amount of empty beer bottles; about 35-40 at a quick scan. We see Dan sitting there laughing, and this garners another large pop from the crowd. The camera looks over, and the Royles are sat, sharing a joke with him. Dan then turns to the camera, clearly drunk as daisies.
Dan: Hey, Freeman! Uh, how's it going?! Still stinking of piss?! Haha!!
There's laughter heard from the Royles and the crowd alike, as Freeman tries to talk over them.
Freeman: Well Dan, what a surprise! I wonder whether this is another mindgame…or…could it be? Maybe you’re just too cowardly to come here tonight and face me up front. So you’ve just ran to a nearby bar instead! You're really quite pathetic, you know that?
Dan: Dude, are you an absolute spak?! It's my day off! I wasn't booked tonight! I had no reason to be out tonight! So you've just made yourself look like a dick!
Biggin: YEAH!
There's more laughter between the trio as another three bottles are put down on the table, and Freeman tries to come out with a viable excuse for his actions.
Freeman: Well just you wait, Dan. What you did to me was a complete and utter violation of my personal space, and I'm gonna make sure that you don't even make it to HelloGoodbye!
Dan looks at the camera, slightly cross-eyed, with a confused look.
Dan: HelloGood-wha?
Freeman: ...HelloGoodbye. The PPV.
Dan bursts into life again.
Dan: Ooooooh yeah! What a shitty name for a PPV! BK London has things all wrong there. Oh well, I'll see you later.
The camera feed turns off, and the screen goes blank once again. The fans cheer for Dan, and begin to chant his name. Freeman continues to look at the screen, well after Dan is no longer on it, before he speaks again.
Freeman: Mark my words, ACW fans. This Saturday…Dan White is going to regret many, many, things.
Fade.
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