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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:41:42 GMT -5
ACW and OCW Proudly Present: Hello GoodbyeSaturday November 22nd, 2008 ACW Manifest Destiny US Tour: Rosemont, Illinois Allstate ArenaSchedule of Matches: ----------------------------------- Steel Cage Grudge Match Chris Williams vs. Daniel Ness (Credit: Daniel Ness) ----------------------------------- ACW International Championship XS3 vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Alex Richmond (Credit: XS3) ------------------------------------ ACW Entertainment Championship: Mustle Hustle American Made vs. AC Evans vs. Wayde Russeller vs. Dave Tyler vs. Ross Lambert vs.? (Credit: American Made / Wayde Russeller) -------------------------------------- Jason Freeman vs. Dan White - No Holds Barred (Credit: Dan/Freeman) --------------------------------------- War Games Match Team ACW: The Senator, Jay Zero, Scott Andrews, and Kudo Yasuda vs. Team OCW: BK London, Jake Cheng, Starkweather, and Henry McKaye - BK London and Friends --------------------------------------
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:42:48 GMT -5
Illinois is the setting for what is set to be one of the most momentous ACW shows ever held. The scramble for tickets has been intense, and as the lucky ones fill up the arena, everyone understands that this is ACW’s make-or-break moment.
It has been a momentous five months since BK London and Stephan Russo made public their plan to destroy the federation its fans know and love, and re-make it in their own image. A lot of careers are on the line, and a lot of jobs. No one is quite sure if Russo really intends to mould ACW into a new form, or whether his intent all along was simply to secure total control so that he can destroy it utterly. Most people are hoping that they do not find out the answer to this question....
The ring in the arena has more space around it than normal; this is because a second ring will eventually be placed alongside. But for now there’s just a single focal point; one place of destiny.
For what may be the last time, the music plays, the lights come on, and the pyro explodes to commence an ACW PPV...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:43:27 GMT -5
Segment: Mr Bad Guy (Credit: Dan White)
The segment opens up in the co-Chairman's office, with Gingerdude seated at his desk, looking over some paperwork as he always has to do. Being the chairman is certainly a tricky job. And with the ACW vs. OCW feud coming to full warfare later tonight, Ginger certainly doesn't his side to suffer a meltdown, thus leading him in the pooey end of the fallout. See what I did there?
There's a knock on the door, and Ginger allows the person to come in. The door opens and Dan White walks through, to the cheers of the crowd. He smiles broadly, with a gym bag over his shoulder, wearing black jeans and a smart dark blue shirt, assumingly having only gotten into the arena.
Dan: Hey Ginger, what's up?
Gingerdude looks at Dan with a scornful look, and picks up a folder with Dan's name written on a white label in the top corner. Dan looks at the folder with caution.
Dan: What the hell is that?
Gingerdude: This, Dan, is a file with your name on it-
Dan: (interrupting) Well I can see that.
Ginger responds quickly, snapping at Dan.
Gingerdude: Don't you dare interrupt me!! This is a file of complaints from the FCC, Offcom, and several other television watchdogs who are outraged and to be frank, offended at your actions over the past couple of weeks!
Dan looks down at his shoes, almost like a schoolkid being told off by the teacher. You half expect him to come up with “well it wasn't my fault, sir”, but in true Dan fashion, he gives his honest answer.
Dan: So what? If they can't hack it then they can go and fuck thems-
Gingerdude: That's the kind of thing I'm talking about, Dan! You can't go around swearing and calling people offensive names. In this day and age that warrants heavy fines for this company, something that we really cannot afford to suffer, what with the credit crunch and all that.
Dan rolls his eyes, not buying it.
Dan: Okay then, give me a list of everything I've done in the last month or so that is deemed “offensive”.
Gingerdude: (sarcastically) With pleasure
He concentrates on the file, opening it up as Dan rolls his eyes. He pulls out a sheet of paper.
Gingerdude: Seven hundred complaints about your consistent use of foul and abusive language.
Dan: Tha-
Gingerdude: That is unacceptable. Nobody gets that many complaints. Not even TNT.
Dan: Whatever. Give me something else.
Gingerdude: Okay....We received Eleven hundred complaints for the way you and your little cronies “The Royles” handled the Freeman case. FCC say that your use of bullying and threatening behaviour is not the way you should be handling a situation like that, especially when children look up to use as a role model.
Dan scoffs at the allegations.
Dan: Bollocks to that! I don't give two fucks if I'm seen as a bad role model! If kids want to do what I'm doing, then they should! I'm not going to fucking stop them. And as for being a “bully”, fuck that! Do you realise that ACW have been allowing that kind of fucking interrogation for years! I'm not going to back down and be the one who takes the fucking blame because some cunt finds it offensive.
Gingerdude: ...You swore seven times there.
Dan: Your point?
Gingerdude: My point is that you're costing this place money that we can't afford! Therefore whenever you swear in front of an ACW camera, I'm docking £250 off your monthly wage bill.
Dan: YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT!!
Gingerdude: Oh I can, and I will. Don't mess with me, Dan, because you have to remember that it's me who pays your wage bill. I am your boss.
Dan looks like he's going to lamp Ginger, but instead keeps his cool.
Dan: Whatever, dude. I have a match to get ready for.
He turns around, ready to leave but Ginger mentions one last thing.
Gingerdude: By the way, you got 23,000 complaints for relieving yourself over Jason Freeman's body. Almost a world record. Certainly a Pro Wrestling record for the amount of complaints. Just be thankful you didn't show your penis or you would have been out of here so fast you wouldn't even be able to grovel.
Dan doesn't respond, shaking his head as he walks out the door grumbling various expletives that thankfully for him don't get picked up by the ACW cameras, as the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:44:53 GMT -5
Segment: Shamelessly Shilling Credit: Dave Tyler As the camera cuts to the next segment, we see the lobby of the arena, where people are gathering round during the gap between matches, filing and queuing up for the various stands positioned around the area. Bars and food stands serve people desperately telling them to hurry up, lest they should miss the next exciting match at this amazing pay per view. Merchandise sellers dart back and forth, looking for t-shirts and caps that will fit the eager fans, exchanging the goods for money. The voices of the crowd are quite loud, but very few voices are distinguishable; it is a general furore of noise, amidst a somewhat controlled chaos.
However, the noise turns into a cheer, which grows and spreads through the lobby area, as a door at one end opens and the amazing, fantastic, astonishing, astounding (and of course, extremely modest) Candyman Dave Tyler walks out, flanked by two body guards. He waves and smiles to the crowd who try to mob him, as he starts to push his way through them, shaking hands and signing a few autographs on the way. He makes his way over to the merchandise stand, as more and more people enter the lobby, even leaving their seats in the arena to get a better look at one of the superstars up close and personal.
Dave reaches the merchandise stand and hopes up and over the counter, sending a few of the staff scurrying back. He walks over to a taped up box of t-shirts with his name on it, grabs a pair of scissors from a shelf nearby and opens it up, pulling out a Dave Tyler t-shirt, a cartoon version of himself emblazed across it, throwing out canes of candy. He admires it, before throwing it over his shoulder. He turns to hop back over the counter, before realising something. As he looks round, he notices that there are none of his shirts out on display, and the box he has just taken one from was sealed shut. He turns to one of the staff, a quizzical look on his face…Dave Tyler: Aren’t my shirts selling?A woman steps forward, looking worried and kind of nervous. Woman: Actually, we haven’t been asked for any of them yet. <_< Tyler: Oh.He looks sad and disappointed. He looks round at the crowd, who have heard this and look slightly embarrassed. He turns some more and looks at the various pieces of merchandise on sale. His frown slowly turns into a smirk, which doesn’t take long to turn into a full blown smile, stretching from ear to ear. He lets out a guffaw, before turning back to the crowd, talking in a loud voice…Tyler: Ladies and gentlemen, aren’t you now in for a treat. For the next few minutes, this stand will be undergoing a very special Entertainment Championship Pre-Match sale!He reaches back and starts to grab various pieces of clothes and other bits of merchandise, all of which represents his various opponents in his match later on. First of all he grabs hold of a large cowboy hat and a “Wayde Russeller” t-shirt, putting the hat on and waving the shirt round. Tyler: Ladies and gentlemen, the first item on sale is this Wayde Russeller shirt, the shirt of a man I know all too well unfortunately. Oh, I fought the Law and the…Law won! I fought the law and the…Law won! But that was a month ago and tonight, I have a feeling it’s going to be a very different story. After tonight, The Clash will be singing a very different song! I fought the Law and the Law won, but then I fought the Law in a rematch, and I kicked his ass all over the arena, and I took the title he wasn’t able to hold on to! Might have to work on the rhythm and lyrics and such, but the point remains. I’ve been looking for a chance to get my own back on Wayde and tonight, I get it. As for this…Tyler takes off the hat and shirt and throws them into the crowd, as arms reach up and try and grab them, clawing to have them. Tyler turns and picks up another item; a replica American Made mask! He pulls it on over his head, his blond hair sticking out underneath the bottom of it.Tyler: Moving on, we have our new Entertainment Champion, and what’s more entertaining than a guy with seemingly no clue of who he really is? Who is the man behind the mask? Is it Thunderkiss? Is it XS3? Hell, maybe I’m American Made? But hey! What’s better than a split personality? At least you’ll always have some company on those long and lonely nights. And believe me. Once The Candyman takes the gold tonight, those nights are going to get a whole lot lonelier. Cause tonight, I’m taking that sexy title of yours back to my place, and I’m going to show it one hell of a good time! Tyler rips off the mask and throws it into the crowd as well, more hands clawing and scratching trying to catch it. He reaches behind himself again and grabs two more t-shirts, designs of support for AC Evans and Ross Lambert plastered across them.Tyler: I don’t know much about these two, and I’ve got little to no history with them. Yet. History is written by winners, and tonight, I fully plan on starting that writing process.Tyler throws the shirts out and turns back one final time, looking for something to represent the final entrant in the match. And then it hits him. No one knows who the final entrant will be. He jumps down, and thinking on his feet, grabs a white t-shirt from a box and turns it inside out, hiding the design on the front. He grabs a black marker and pulls the lid off with his teeth. He starts scribbling something onto the shirt, before turning it over and writing some more. He spits the lid on the ground and throwing the pen haphazardly away. He jumps back onto the counter and shows off the shirt to the crowd, who laugh. It reads…
”I am the Mystery Man! Before he flips it round to reveal the back….
“But Tyler is still going to kick my ass!” The crowd laugh as he throws it out into the crowd. Tyler: So then, don’t waste your time with the products of losers. What you want is some of the merchandise which will let you go down in history. You can say that you bought a shirt, you bought a hat at the show where Dave Tyler became your entertainment champion. You will have a memory that will live on forever. And that….that will be sweet!The crowd cheer loudly, as Dave hops down from the stand, landing behind it. He kicks the box of his shirts, and looks at the staff again. Tyler: Something tells me a good few of these are about to start selling. He opens the box and takes out a load of shirts, before spotting a kid at the front of a newly formed queue, awaiting his chance to buy a shirt.Tyler: So then kid, what can I get you?Kid: One Chris Williams shirt please! Tyler: …..Tyler hangs his head as he throws the shirts back into the box…Tyler: God damn it.[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:45:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Steel Cage Grudge Match Chris Williams vs. Daniel Ness (Credit: Daniel Ness) And with that, the bell rings. Chris and Daniel stare at each other not quite sure what to make of the situation. Surrounded by walls of steel, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets seriously hurt. Blood boils within the veins of both men sending the temperature up in the ring a few notches as the sound of the crowd roaring eggs them on, the smell of violence is thick within the air and now… now it’s time for that taster of what we’ve been waiting for to bring this grudge to an end. Combat explodes as the two lock up in a tight test of strength. Ness flings his boot out catching Williams in the stomach though to stop a clear loss in being overpowered and instead the strikes fly. Ness swings at Williams with a series of knife-edge chops pushing him back. Williams flings out with a violent shot to the head but Ness ducks and continues the knife-edge combo. Williams is pushed to the ropes trying to defend himself from this vicious attack. Ness grabs him and whips him, Williams dashes across the ring sprinting straight back into the waiting Ness who floors him with a Standing Dropkick. Ness soon snaps into gear as Williams rolls onto his side and within seconds Ness is snapping in a Single Leg Crab dead centre in the middle of the ring. Ness cranks on the pressure a little but not to the best of his abilities trying to wound Chris early on and impede his ability to escape the cage, a smart move which the crowd pick up on and boo loudly. Williams doesn’t waste any time however using little energy throwing him off the leg. The crowd cheer as Ness flies forward into the cage. Ness throws his hands out to stop the impact, when he turns around he gets a Powerslam for his efforts. Ness wheezes in pain as he’s slammed onto his spine for all his efforts. Williams starts to hit rapid grounded forearm strikes to the head of Ness, which gets the crowd crazy. Williams then stands up dragging Ness off his ass as he does so. Ness flings a punch to the stomach to Williams when he reaches his feet and he quickly holds him up for a Suplex. Ness flings him to the mat with a great impact shaking the ring as he shows great strength; Williams face twists in agony as Ness moves to gain some distance between the two. Williams sits up as Ness rolls behind him but this plays into the hands of Ness nicely. Ness lightning fast hooks in a quick sleeper hold to try and strangle the life out of him, Williams tries to pull Ness off of him but the grip is too strong. Almost certainly, Ness has a powerful stronghold now and one that will not soon be broken as he throttles the life out of Williams, however, a swift shake and a flinging kick to the head sends him off. Reeling, Ness stumbles backwards as Williams leads up a charge taking him down to the mat with a running spear. This of course causes his brain to tumble inside his head. Ness and Williams start rolling around on the floor exchanging a violent flurry of strikes trying to pulverize each other, this continues for about 30 seconds as “FIGHT!” chants break out being boomed out by the crowd. With Ness on the bottom he uses a quick flash attempt at a stun. Not quite realizing where he is in the ring he headbutts Williams smashing the two’s foreheads together. Williams stands up and stumbles back but Ness grabs his wrist and pulls him bag flinging up the boots sending him flying over him with a monkey flip… STRAIGHT into the cage wall. Williams gets enough air-time to be able to sail over the top ropes and into the cage wall bouncing back. The crowd let out a simultaneous “OOOOOOH!” as Williams bounces off the top rope landing into the upwards pointing boots of Ness ready to spring him back to the floor. Williams clutches his gut as he’s flung to the floor while Ness pulls himself up using the ropes. On his feet, Ness is now taking advantage of the dizzied Williams. He jumps into action kicking Chris in the side to roll him on his front and then he cinches in a deadly Back Camel Clutch violently wrenching the shoulder blades out of position. This of course proves to be a key and SMART move making direct use of the Monkey Flip into the cage wall. Ness cranks the pressure up trying to start up some real back stage going; to add in a sickly little twist to the clutch he pushes Williams face down into the mat and starts driving high velocity knees to the spine. With each strike and each extension of the shoulders and the back under his knee Chris yells out in pain trying furiously and desperately to get some sort of escape out. After about thirty seconds of alternating knee strikes and clutches he stops to include forearm shots to the back of the head for ultimate damage. Sick amounts of brutality occurs right in the centre of the ring as “Ness Sucks” chants erupt like Pompé from various sections in the crowd. Daniel just erupts into laughter as he continues to pound away like an ape in a zoo cage. Satisfied, Ness pulls Williams back to his feet. He kicks a knee up into Williams’ gut, trying to work him over. He knees again, before grabbing Williams’ arm, twisting it into a nice Wristlock. He twists the arm up and behind Williams’ back, before pushing him away. Williams turns around, and is met with a Clothesline from Ness! Ness mounts the grounded Williams again, and begins to throw as many lefts and rights as he can. Williams fights Ness away, and as Ness comes rushing back in to the grounded Williams, Williams kicks his feet and trips Ness to the ground Williams kips up… grabs Ness’s legs… Williams Crab! Williams holds it in tight, and Ness is in an enormous amount of pain! Ness is trying to fight it off as best as he can, as Williams locks the hold in tighter! Ness’ back has to be in pieces now, as Williams continues wrenching downward. After a few more moments of locking in the crab, Williams finally lets go, and the crowd is on their feet. With Ness on the ground, Williams walks toward the cage wall and attempts his first escape! Somewhat slowed by Ness’ single leg crab earlier in the match, Chris makes his way up. Unfortunately for him, Ness is already up on his feet, and realizes what Williams is doing! Ness sprints toward Williams and begins shaking the cage. Trying to hold on for dear life, Williams makes another step toward the top… but slips and falls back into the ring, flat on his back! Ness lifts Williams to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Williams rebounds, and goes for a cross-body, but Ness sees it coming, and ducks to the ground! Williams crashes down to the mat, and Ness makes his way over to him. Ness drops down and sweeps his legs around Williams’ arm and over his body. Ness pulls back on the arm and arches himself… ARMBAR!! In the middle of the ring, Williams has nowhere to go, he is wincing in pain! He is using his free arm, trying to force Ness’ feet off of him. After trying that, he starts punching Ness’s shins. This catches Ness by surprise, making him flail his legs, causing his weight to get off balance. At the opportune moment, with both of Ness’s legs in the air, Williams rolls back over Ness and frees himself from the hold! Both men rolling away from each other now before lifting themselves back up to their feet. Williams makes the first move, sprinting toward Ness… and Ness drops him with a Spinebuster! Ness lifts Williams up again, and levels him with a sickening Clothesline! Now Ness makes his first attempt at escaping the cage, locking himself into place before slowly climbing. The crowd is chanting for Williams to “GET UP! GET UP!”. Williams is in pain, but he finally realizes Ness is escaping and quickly gets to his feet, leaping into the cage, viciously rattling it… and Ness drops back to the canvas! He lands lightly however, and sees Williams hurting. He has no idea that Williams is milking it, however, and Ness sprints right at him! Williams flashes his grin as he throws a knee straight into Ness’ gut… lifts him… AND HITS THE BOILING POINT! It’s now or never for Williams, with Ness laid out on the canvas. He climbs the cage, grinning the whole way, the crowd chanting his name. As he reaches the top, he gazes back at Ness, finally stirring. Williams grins, before waving, and gets himself to the outside! He drops to the ground and this match is over!!! Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE IS YOUR WINNER, CHRIS….WIIIIIIIILIAMS! Williams celebrates against the outside rail, getting mobbed by fans and loving every second of it as the show cuts to a commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:46:34 GMT -5
Segment: Enemies On Arrival
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
He’d had almost a week to think about tonight; all the drama, all the mess, and all the bad blood. Could he trust Zero? He definitely couldn’t trust BK, but that was a given. And even though his mind was constantly ticking with questions, Scott wasn’t about to let the actions of others determine his choices. He’s always been about staying true to himself and not letting others define you, so why should he let Zero or BK, or both, determine what he does here tonight? He shouldn’t, and he won’t. Whatever decision Scott makes about War Games is solely based on his own agenda and reasoning.
Nonetheless, Scott is in the arena tonight, and as the camera cuts to him walking in some casual street clothes and sunglasses backstage the crowd erupts in cheers. It’s obvious he’s a fan favourite, but tonight could change all of that, depending on how the match plays out.
He walks until he comes across his locker room for the night. He opens the door slowly, but when he sees the interior of the room his jaw drops. Scott’s locker room has been trashed severely. Rubbish over the floor, couches turned upside down; the whole shebang. His face turns red with anger, but there’s nothing left for him to break or wreck.
Scott: What the HELL happened here?!
A backstage worker with a head set walks casually by the room and Scott walks back out and stops him by grabbing the back of his collar and pulling him towards him.
Scott: Do you know anything about this room being trashed, jackass?!
The scrawny man almost wets his pants as Scott goes face to face with him.
Worker: N...no idea w...what happened, sorry...
Scott: You’ve got a head set; you must have some sort of jurisdiction over this place? Couldn’t you get a video camera surveillance tape to find out?
Worker: I guess so...
Scott: You guess so?! Come on, asshole, my room is completely ruined! Where am I supposed to hang out all night?!
Worker: Well...I saw BK earlier, and he said that Jay Zero had a spare space in his - - -
Scott: Don’t talk. I know exactly who set this up.
Scott begins walking away before he stops and looks back at the worker.
Scott: And for the record; I’d rather sit in my car than share a locker room with that fruit.
The Scarlet Assassin continues to march on through the corridor as the scene come to an end.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:47:18 GMT -5
Segment: Blast from the past Credit: Josh Robertson
Moving onto the next segment, the camera slowly fades into a shot of part of the backstage area. Standing there is ACW interviewer Charlotte King. King has an expression of angst upon her face, and as the camera slowly rotates to the right it's easy to see why; she's standing beside ACW's two newest "superstars", Bill Wright and Josh Robertson. Neither looks happy to be there, which is no surprise really, though Robertson does look particularly disinterested. King grips her microphone ever so tightly as she lifts it towards her mouth to speak.
Charlotte King: This is Charlotte King, and I am standing beside two of ACW's newest superstars-
King nearly jumps out of her skin as two sets of eyes set upon her immediately, with Wright placing his hand on King's microphone, stopping her from speaking mid-sentence.
Bill Wright: I can assure you Miss King, you won't find any such thing in this industry.
Met with stern looks from both Wright and Robertson, King tries to move on.
Charlotte King: ...beside two of ACW's newest additions, Bill Wright and Josh Robertson. Now, my first of question of all is; with the possible ramifications of tonight's Main Event match-up, does this alter your agenda coming into the company?
Bill Wright: None whatsoever. ACW or OCW, neither Josh or I could give a hoot; the only difference is the owner and looking at the state ACW is in right now, that could turn out not to be a bad thing. See, if you did your research like a credible interviewer then you'd know that we're here to purify this company from the inside out. Name change or not, this company will still be the same spiralling, disgrace of a company it is right now.
King frowns slightly at Wright's lack of regard towards ACW, but continues to press on knowing the quicker the interview is over, the quicker she can get away.
Charlotte King: I see you have no preference on the outcome then. Last Monday you delivered a statement from ringside directed to not only the roster but as you put it "the entirety of the ACW employees"; does this mean you will be looking to target people at all levels throughout the company?
As Robertson speaks this time the camera focuses in on him.
Josh Robertson: Would I have said "the entirety of the ACW employees" otherwise? As I have said on many occasions already, the reason why ACW and in fact this industry is like it is, isn't because of one separate entity in the equation, it's because of everyone. So, why would we target just one of the many the reasons? What would that achieve?
As Robertson waits for an answer, King decides it would be a better idea to move on.
Charlotte King: Considering the fact that ACW is a wrestling company-
King is again interrupted mid-sentence, this time by the laughing of Robertson.
Josh Robertson: Oh, sorry...you were serious?
King tries to ignore Robertson as he grins.
Charlotte King: ...will we soon be seeing you step into the ring with members of the ACW roster, or if the worst happens at the end of tonight, in fact the OCW roster?
Josh Robertson: Oh, you will, soon enough. Judging on the quality of "wrestling" that we have seen so far in ACW though, you would be a wiser to say they would be stepping into the ring with me, Charlotte. Hell, you would be wiser saying that regardless. Unfortunately for the people you usually speak to, they have never come across anyone close to being able to claim they are a real professional wrestler. Unlike this roster of fakes that know nothing other than sports entertainment, I have had the honour of being trained by the last trainer in this industry that hasn't sold out. The fact is, once I decide to step into this ring they will be waking up again 5 minutes later asking the officials how they got pinned.
King looks to wrap up the interview with a final question.
Charlotte King: Finally, Bill you've already had one prior tenure in ACW, managing the two-time former ACW International Champion, former ACW superstar Jon Taylor-
Bill Wright: This interview is over.
King looks bemused as not only being interrupted again but at Wright's response.
Bill Wright: I said this interview is over.
This time Wright glares at King before turning and walking off before she can say anything else. The camera pans to focus in on Robertson, however he takes the lead of his mentor, though it has to be said with a look of annoyance on his face.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:47:59 GMT -5
Enter the Dragon Ross Lambert [/B][/right] It’s that time of the month again in ACW land. NO, Yoko isn’t dropping clots but in fact it is time for the ACW’s monthly pay-per-view. Named by the one true master of the universe, BK London it is supposed to be the marking of the death of ACW and the welcoming of OCW into the front of Professional Wrestling entertainment. Our segment has nothing to do with that ongoing war which will be resolved tonight but it does in fact revolve around a tall, powerful and deviant man with more cunning in his pinkie finger then anyone from London does in their entire body. That sounds like the calling card of only one man I can think of. Do you know who I’m talking about? No, no it’s not Gordon Brown but kudos for the good guess. The focal point of our segment tonight is in fact Ross Lambert looking ripped as always. Tonight, as opposed to his normal look of evil leather-bound militant he’s taking on the role of Rambo as he waltzes around back stage in camouflage pants and a white vest with a scarlet red headband tied around his forehead. The tight vest skilfully and seemingly intentionally shows off every one of his big, powerful muscles as he wanders along the corridor with an angry and puzzled look on his face as he desperately looks around trying to find something. Ross: ”Where the FUCK is my case?!”Ross begins to furiously march down the corridor grabbing chunks of his long raven hair and letting out a grunt of pure rage as he slams his fist into the wall. A confused looking intern walks straight past Ross as he continues on his raging death march. Ross normally would smash someone’s head in for even LOOKING at him while he’s angry, acting like a confused Autistic kid in a shopping centre This time it’s different though, Ross is EXTREMELY protective over his belongings because he has possessions on him that he could very easily be arrested for. He heads straight for his locker room, kicking himself for being so careless but when he gets there he’s greeted by the sight of a crew member leaving his guest locker room. His heart skips a beat at this sight and of course, the violent tirade comes a-flooding. He prods him straight in the chest with a meaty finger and yells. Ross: ”Where the fuck do you think YOU’RE going dirtbag?!”The worker drops the tray he’s carrying which fortunately enough is empty but he’s still in a state of shock. Worker: “Umm… I uhh…umm…” Ross: ”Are you on DRUGS?! What the fuck were you doing in MY locker room?! You have 10 seconds to answer my goddamn question and explain to me what you were doing in MY locker room OR you can go through the awkward situation of having to explain to the attending surgeon at ACW general hospital why they’re having to surgically remove my combat boot from being three feet up YOUR asshole! Which would you prefer?!”The worker stutters as he tries desperately to get the answer out. Ross gets fed up and puts his hands on his hips. Ross: ”Oh and just to show you I’m serious, you now have FIVE seconds starting now. One… Two… Three… Four… FIVE!”Ross flails a fist at him but the worker crashes straight to the floor scrambling backwards a look of straight up terror on his face. Worker: “STOP! I was just bringing you the coffee that you ordered!” Ross: ”I didn’t order a fucking coffee you prick. Are YOU the rat bastard that stole my case?!?! What have you done with it?! I swear to God if you’ve stolen my case you’ll be dead by weeks end!”Worker: “Briefcase?! What the Hell are you even talking about?!” Ross: ”The briefcase that went missing from my locker room about HALF A FUCKING HOUR AGO! Y’know, the one that you and your cohorts probably stole, just to try and fuck with me?! The one that has my name written ALL. OVER. IT?! Yeah ring any bells dickwad?!?”Worker: “I have no idea what you’re talking about?! HELP ME! HEEEEEEEELP!” He screams for help crawling backwards on his ass and hands looking desperately for something to defend himself with. Ross is too quick though but his movement is stopped as Ross stamps on his chest squeezing out the oxygen from his lungs. The worker flails like a fish under the pressure of the boot crushing his ribcage. Before any further argument can ensue though a surprise voice appears out from behind Ross. ? ? ?: ”Dude that was lame coffee. I could shit out richer coffee beans then that even if it was all liquidy! Fuck me man, if I wanted a lame coffee I’d go to Starb--WOAH! Ross, what the fuck are you doing to him?!?!”Out from behind Ross, Spike Lambert walks into view pre-empting a big pop from the crowd at his cameo appearance. He cradles a plastic cup, which has steam billowing out of the top, and he seems to be disappointed with it. However he’s instantly starting a fight with Ross. Ross: ”I’m showing this prick that NOBODY and I mean NOBODY fucks with Ross Lambert!”Spike with his one free hand shoves Ross in the chest trying to push him off of the worker but Ross remains rigid and Spike remains confident. Spike: ”Are you fucking crazy?! He was probably just confused that you were in a piss over something trivial again!”Ross: ”THIS motherfucker stole my suitcase! It had all of my shit in it and this jackass walked right off with it!”Spike: ”Pfft. Get real Ross! The guy makes shit coffee but he wouldn’t steal your stuff. He’d get his ass fired.”Ross: ”Be careful around this prick Spike, I’m TELLING you. Be careful bro, he seems the type that’s heartless enough to steal a wedding ri-. OH FUCK. WAIT.”That’s it. The fuse blows and Spike delivers an open palm slap straight to the face of Ross. He’s livid as Ross stares him straight in the face showing no signs of amusement at the situation. Ross: ”What the FUCK was that?”Spike: ”Me doing what I should’ve done before you got on that boat you arrogant prick! This dickhead hasn’t got your briefcase, your fucking stupid ass just lost it!”Worker: “SOMEBODY HEEEELP!” Spike: ”SHUT UP! For as long as I’ve been alive I’ve had to put up with YOU overshadowing me. I’m fucking tired of walking in your shadow; I’ve done it since I learnt to walk in the first place. Nobody knows just how much I did for you, it was ME that introduced you to Maria Karlton, it was ME that forged Dad’s signature to get you into that stupid high school, it was ME that arranged for Rokkaku to try and stab Renix, it was ME that came up with the idea for the Homerun match and so help me God if it wasn’t me that stopped her kicking YOUR lily ass all around the ring. I’ve made you what you are Ross.”Ross: ”Oh like fuck you did Spike, I did all of that shit myself. I never needed your help. I’m naturally fucking intelligent. I didn’t go and get divorced from the love of my life, did I?!”Spike: ”Back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up Ross. I’m serious… you sh-Worker: “Dude if you married that broad Charlotte, she was a bitch anyways. You’d do better wit-“ TSSSSSSSSSST!!!!! The searing hot coffee is poured all over the workers face and Ross has joined in that assault. After the coffee has been thrown at him scalding him heavily Ross crushes his face under his boot smashing the back of his head against the floor violently. The ultimate ejemplo of “Enemies united against a Common Enemy”, the two after having done more then enough to the cheeky worker. The Lambertio Brothers walk back to the locker room silently. They walk through the door, Ross jumps on the couch as Spike starts to root through his bag trying to find himself an instant cappuccino pouch. As Ross lands he groans a little in pain. Ross: ”OW! What the fuck?!”Ross rolls off the couch lifting up the seat to find a black leather briefcase with “Ross Lambert” engraved into the handle. He smiles and looks over to Spike who is in the process of boiling a kettle. Ross: ”Found it!”FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:48:38 GMT -5
OTA Segment: The House that Ginger Built
Wednesday 19th November
You might expect that all would be peace and quiet at the ACW arena, given that the entire federation is currently in the middle of its major US tour. But on this chilly late autumn afternoon, nothing could be further from the truth; the place is a hive of activity.
Chairman Gingerdude has to park his small, functional sedan away from the main building, due to the scaffolding and construction equipment which is taking up a chunk of the outdoor parking lot. He gets out and shields his eyes from the weak sun, looking up at the roof where several figures can be seen moving about busily.
Pulling his coat tight, he hurries across the windswept space and in through the back door. The security guard nods, recognising him instantly, and Ginger nods back in acknowledgement. As he proceeds down the corridor, a workman in flurosecent vest and hard hat sees him, and approaches.
Workman: Hey, you’re the boss, right?
Ginger feels a twinge of emotion at this, not that anyone would know.
Ginger: For today, at least.
Workman: Well, we’re making good progress with the project. The Photovoltaic cells are up on the roof and we’re about to start testing them, and the biomass incinerator’s been given its certificate of safety. Mick’s crew are about three-quarters done with the insulation upgrade, which only leaves the new glazing and door seals to do.
Ginger: Sounds like you’ve all been busy.
Workman: Yeah. I have to say, this job’s been a real life-saver for us; I damn near thought I was gonna have to start laying guys off due to the economic craphole everyone’s stuck in. Guess you must have saved up in better times to be able to afford all this now...
Ginger smiles a little.
Ginger: One does try. Anyway, I hope that the savings we’ll make on our fuel costs will offset the spend to some extent. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.
Leaving the workman to get back to his post, Ginger continues onward. He passes by his office, but doesn’t go in; instead, he walks through the building until he reaches a familiar curtained area. He inhales for a moment before stepping through...
Deafening silence greets Ginger as he comes out on to the ACW stage. The lights are low, so his view is limited, but there is enough illumination to allow him to make his way carefully down to ringside. There is a small direct control panel hidden here which allows the ringside crew to control the lights and sound system in the event of a failure up in the main control room, and Ginger uses this to cast a spotlight on the ring.
He walks slowly around, running his fingers against the ring apron. He tries to memorise the texture. Then he heads over to the announce table, and sits quietly in what would normally be Max McNally’s chair. He spends quite some time just looking at the ring, as if re-playing some of the many memorable moments to have occurred there.
Ginger hasn’t been sleeping at all well recently, and his body is fatigued. Just being in this place where he feels comfortable has a soothing effect, and his eyelids become heavy; he fights it for a little while, and then allows them to close, leaning back in the chair.
So very many memories; so many achievements, and all of them directly or indirectly linked back to this theatre of dreams. Without the stimulus from his eyes, Ginger’s other senses become more acute. He smells the charge of electricity; feels the way that the air seems to move with a life of its own even when no one is there. His brain starts to play tricks on him; he imagines that he can hear the soft footfall of boot on crash mat, the scent of... what is that?...perfume?...
??: I knew that was your car, Jonathan.
It takes a moment for Ginger’s brain to register the voice, and then recognise it- and when he does so he almost falls out of the chair as his muscles contract rapidly, pushing him back against the wall of the set.
Ginger: Whoa!
He grips the chair arms, and pulls himself to a standing position.
Ginger: Talk about giving a guy a heart attack... I mean... look at you!
Alicia Laureano smiles with genuine warmth. Ginger hasn’t seen her since May, the last time she was present at an ACW event; and six months down the line she is very clearly and obviously pregnant. She runs a hand over her baby bump.
Alicia: You would not believe how frumpy 90% of maternity wear is. And I have to plan in advance if I want to bend over, as there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to do so without screwing up my centre of gravity and ending up like an inverted turtle. Mind if I sit down?
She walks over to the second announcer’s chair and carefully eases herself into it, flopping the last couple of inches. Ginger can’t help but chuckle at the sight of someone who was previously precise in every movement waddling around like an irritated mallard. Alicia lets it pass; she has more important things she wants to talk about.
Alicia: Glad to see you’ve not lost your sense of humour totally over this OCW business. And there’s a lot going on here, too. Preparing for your glorious return to your seat of empire?
Ginger looks at her, and sighs.
Alicia: No, that’s not your style, is it? This looks to me like the work of a man who is desperately trying to give his company a fighting chance if he’s forced out of it. Am I somewhere near the mark?
Ginger: I guess you could put it that way.
He glances at her again.
Ginger: Look, it’s not because I don’t believe in my team...
Alicia: Oh, obviously not.
Pause.
Alicia: Are you sure?
Ginger bites his lip.
Ginger: Yes, of course... well....
Something gives. He grabs an old set of show notes and throws them in the air.
Ginger: It’s all just getting to me, Alicia! I have worked so very, very hard to make this company what it is, and despite what most people may think, I’ve never been in it for personal glory. This is all about everyone who depends on ACW, everyone who gets pleasure out of it... so many people. I know it must be hard on my guys, and I’d never choose to put anyone in this situation... but I need them to pull together. And after Monday, I just can’t see that it’s going to happen.
He puts his head in his hands. His voice becomes very quiet.
Ginger: You know what the worst part is?
Alicia says nothing. She simply waits for him to continue.
Ginger: There are moments when... I almost want Team ACW to lose. Because then I could step away from all this. I could stop trying to make this dysfunctional set of kidults hang together, and go in a different direction. I know how utterly selfish that must sound... maybe that’s why things have been going wrong. Maybe it’s my fault that we’re in this mess.
The weight of leadership sits heavily on any man’s shoulders, and Ginger’s burden has clearly been weighing him down for quite some time. Alicia feels greatly for him, and puts her hand on his.
Alicia: Jonathan, don’t talk yourself into taking even one ounce of the blame. This is 100% Russo and London’s doing.
Ginger stays quiet, but he seems to be listening.
Alicia: We’ve both been involved in this story since the very start. I’m well aware that the persona you put forward on the shows is a mask of sorts, and that you find confrontation difficult. But I also know that you absolutely believe in the four men on your team. It’s clear in every word you say. For the record, I don’t think you could have made any better choices.
Ginger: I... yes, they’re all exceptional talents. And I think that they do feel that ACW is worth preserving. I guess when you’re that driven, it’s easy for personal issues to get in the way.
Alicia: You’re right. What they need is a symbol of that something bigger that they’re fighting for.
Ginger furrows his brow.
Ginger: Where on earth do I find something like that?
[Alicia rolls her eyes, and smiles.
Alicia: Try looking in the mirror sometime.
Ginger: What? You mean....
Alicia: Yes. I know you, Jonathan Gingerdude. ACW is what it is because of you. So if you want to save it, you have to tell your team exactly how you feel. Don’t hold back... and then neither will they. Half the battle will be fought before you even get near the ring, and that’s where you alone can be victorious.
Ginger considers this, and his resolve seems to become firm.
Ginger: You’re right. I will get Team ACW on the same page, and we will kick Russo out of our federation.
Alicia: Now that’s the Chairman I know.
Ginger stands up, and takes another look around.
Ginger: I’m going to have to take my leave, Alicia. I have a job to do.
Manfully, Ginger begins to stride off.
Alicia: Uh, Jonathan?
Ginger: No need to wish us luck, my dear. We shall prevail....
Alicia: No, it’s not that. Could you help me get out of this bloody chair? Otherwise I’ll still be here when you all get back. These two had better be worth all the trouble...
Ginger chuckles and walks back over, chivalrously. He helps her up – and then it hits him.
Ginger: Wait – what did you just say?
Alicia grins.
Alicia: That’s exactly what I said to the physician. It’s twins. Why do you think I look this big with two and a half months still to go?
Ginger’s jaw drops for a second, and then he laughs as he escorts the proud parent-to-be.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:52:31 GMT -5
Match 2: ACW International Championship Match XS3 vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Alex Richmond (Credit: XS3) Philip: The following contest is a triple threat match and is for the ACW International Championship! Introducing first, from Hartford, Connecticut, weighing in at 263 lbs, Alex Richmond! ”Money Talks” by AC/DC hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smirk growing on his face as the crowds boos become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst putting the badmouth on the nearest cameraman and the most vocal fans.
Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smirking and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then orders the ref to remove his robe as he rolls his shoulders to warm himself up.Philip: Introducing the second challenger, from Hartlepool, England, weighing in at 220 lbs, "The Shooter" Jonny Hughes! The murmuring of the assembled crowd is suddenly interrupted by the soothingly melodic female vocal that begins Spitfire by The Prodigy. The audience begin to boo as the synthesized beats of Spitfire play over the AlphaTron, the lights of the AlphaTron flash in alternating colors in time with the music creating an impressive visual. Suddenly the music picks up in a heavy drum and base beat and Jonny Hughes makes his way out of the curtain to a mixed response from the fans. He walks out towards the edge of the ramp and strikes a pose in perfect timing with a burst of white pyro and the opening lyrics of the song. ‘If I was in World War Two They’d Call Me Spitfire!’ Hughes confidently makes his way down towards the ring, casually slapping the hands of some of the fans who are positioned on either side of the walkway He stops as he reaches the end of the walkway and fixes his eyes on the ring in front of him, he makes his way to the steel steps and jogs up them and quickly enters the ring before climbing onto the top rope and posing for the fans, he leaps off the top rope and poses on the opposite corner before dropping off the top rope and removing his jacket and tossing it and his towel to the stage hand outside the ring as he waits for the start of his match.Philip: And defending the belt for Jake Steele, from Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada, weighing in at 280 lbs, ½ of the ACW Tag Team Champions, "The Exemplar" XS3! The crowd begins to cheer as the opening of "Two Weeks" kicks in along with blue lights. Out from the back appears XS3 (complete with both titles), who pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before finally deciding to head down the ramp, high-fiving some fans along the way. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air before hopping down onto the canvas.Bell rings. As soon as the bell rings, XS3 charges towards the two challengers and goes after them with fists of fury. Hughes receives a spinning side kick and Richmond is elbowed in the side of the head, sending him into the corner. Hughes is then whipped into Richmond and XS3 backs up before charging at the two. Hughes moves out of the way at the last second and Richmond takes the full brunt of the splash. Hughes goes behind XS3 and goes to apply a cobra clutch but XS3 spins himself around and manages to plant Hughes with a double arm DDT. Richmond comes back to XS3 and takes him down with a harsh clothesline before picking him up and clotheslining him out of the ring. Richmond follows suit and goes after XS3 with forearms to the back. Hughes gets back to his feet and gets an idea in his head. He bounces off the ropes opposite to his two foes and when he comes back, Hughes unloads with a crazy suicide dive on the two, almost flipping in the air. All three men crash to the ground harshly as the crowd begins to chant "Holy shit!" Hughes gets back to his feet and holds his head before picking up Richmond and tossing him back into the ring. As for XS3, Hughes grabs him by the hair and uses all of his strength to drive XS3 head first into the steps. Hughes then re-enters the ring and begins stalking Richmond in the ring. Once Richmond gets back to his feet, Hughes takes him back down with a roaring elbow and pins him for a two count. Still not satisfied, Hughes picks up Richmond and whips him into the corner. Hughes unloads with knife edge chops then tosses Richmond down to the canvas. Hughes then props himself up on the top rope and flies off, hoping to connect with the Ode to Dynamite. However, Richmond shows signs of life and rolls out of the way at the last second. Hughes crashes and burns to the canvas and Richmond utilizes a northern lights suplex, bridging and getting a two count. Both men are down in the center of the ring but suddenly, the crowd can be heard cheering. The camera pans over and spots the form of XS3 rising up. However, there's a notable difference: XS3 is out for the moment. Exemplar is in. Exemplar then slides into the ring and goes after Richmond, punishing him with back elbow smashes before whipping him off the ropes and hitting a flying forearm smash. Hughes gets to his feet and looks on at Exemplar, who cocks his head to one side. Hughes then charges at Exemplar and begins chopping away at his foe until a knee to the midsection sets up Hughes for the Final Fate. The crowd cheers as Exemplar struggles to hook Hughes' arm. However, while the front facelock is applied, Exemplar is caught offguard when Richmond applies a side headlock. The crowd cheers at the spot as Hughes has had enough and he grabs Exemplar by the legs and flips him to the canvas. Richmond hits the canvas as well and Hughes looks on, intent at winning the title he has yearned for. Hughes goes over to Exemplar and begins to apply a spinning toe hold. However, Exemplar kicks Hughes off of him and gets back to his feet. This time, Exemplar brings up Hughes and successfully hits the Final Fate, pinning for a two count. Richmond is up and Exemplar goes to Irish whip him. Richmond is faked out though because Exemplar draws him in and hits the Closing Moment. The crowd begins to chant for XS3 to come back and Exemplar obliges, pulling off the mask and bringing XS3 back into the picture. XS3 tosses the mask to Philip and sizes up Hughes. XS3 then brings up Hughes in a torture rack but Richmond has other ideas, grabbing XS3 by the legs and hitting a spinebuster. Hughes is harshly driven into the canvas and Richmond covers XS3, pinning for only a two count. Richmond then picks up XS3 by the hair and throws him into the corner, screaming at him. Richmond then props XS3 up on the top turnbuckle and Richmond heads up to the top as well. The crowd begins screaming as they fear Richmond will connect with the Top Dollar. However, XS3 blocks the move and throws Richmond to the canvas. Hughes is getting back to his feet and XS3 flies off, hitting a clothesline on Hughes and a Ralph Klein Special on Richmond. XS3 lands on Richmond for the pin but only receives a two count. XS3 then picks up Richmond, who responds with a sudden kick to the midsection. Richmond then sets up XS3 and hits the Bottom Dollar to the surprise of the crowd. Richmond hooks the leg of XS3 and gets the 1… 2… Hughes comes in and grabs Richmond, locking in the Cobra Clutch. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as Hughes begins tossing Richmond around in an attempt to get him to submit. From the looks of things, it appears that Richmond is going to submit. However, unbeknownst to both men, XS3 has shaken off the damage. Though he moves in a daze, he uses one last gasp of energy to drill Hughes with the Shadow Step. Richmond is freed from the submission and he collapses to the canvas. XS3 lands on Hughes and hooks the leg to collect the 1-2-3. Bell rings. Philip: Here is your winner, XS3! As a result of the victory, Jake Steele is still the ACW International Champion! XS3 slowly stands up from the pin and gets his arm raised in victory by the referee. He then slowly rolls to the outside and collects the two titles and the mask of Exemplar. With the crowd cheering him on, XS3 holds his items up in the air to a decent pop from the crowd. Though he's still feeling the effect of the Bottom Dollar, XS3 makes his way up the ramp on his own accord. When he reaches the stage, XS3 turns and sees Richmond, screaming at the ref and kicking the ropes. Hughes is on the outside, glaring right at XS3, who laughs and makes his way to the back.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:53:38 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Once Again We Take an Irregular Look into Dan White's Irregularly Updated Social Life Where Last Time We Saw That He Has a 13 Year Old Kid And Now It Looks Like He Got Some Rock Chick Pregnant Which As Unfair As That Seems Shows That You Should Use Protection Before You End Up Having To Work For a Supermassive Family Which You Didn't Even Fathom Had Existed Less Than 2 Months Ago And Therefore It Has Hit Your Life Like a Bomb Going Off And Blowing Up Your Really Obscenely Expensive Car And Therefore You Are Forced To Do Something Daft Like This Segment Title Which I Now Believe Is The New Record For The Longest Topic Title Name In ACW History With The Added Bonus Of Not Only Being One Entire Sentence But Also Neglecting To Use Commas Which Means That I Am The Winner So Take That Hunter The End (Credit: Dan White)
Wednesday, 19th November
We open up in the kitchen of Dan's kitchen. James sits quietly, and next to him is Jo, the rock chick that Dan knocked up back in June. It's a bit quiet, as Dan pours out some apple juice from the carton into a glass.
Dan: So, Jo. How many months does that make the bairn?
Jo calmly looks up at Dan, but is clearly a bit nervous.
Jo: Erm, 23 weeks time. So if we were going to get rid of it then we have to do i-
Dan interrupts, but doesn't turn around. Instead, concentrating on placing the carton back in the fridge.
Dan: Look, I'm not for abortion. Not that far in anyways. As far as I'm concerned now, that's our kid and we're not gonna hit the abort button.
He turns, looking at the table with his glass in his hand.
Dan: But there begs the question of what to do with this whole situation. I mean James here is now living with me full-time, but this place only have one spare room and that's my gym. So unless you want me to change that place around, then I guess you can stay on the couch.
Not really one for politeness, eh?
Jo: Erm, I guess I could...
Dan looks at Jo, who looks rather depressed at the very few options available, and he shows a very rare show of heart.
Dan: Argh. I'll stay on the couch. Don't worry about it, yeah? You have my bed. I'll just have to clean it up first because I had a lass stay over last night.
James: Yeah, I heard....
James glares at Dan, who looks at him innocently.
Dan: What?! You'll understand when you're older.
Dan looks back at Jo, who appears rather upset.
Dan: Look, Jo. I know this is going to be proper tough, but I can support you through this. I have a lot of money to spare, so you don't have to worry about owt. If you're scared about being alone, I have my boys The Royles on hand. And I know you don't really know them that well, and I know that they can appear a little stupid at times, but they're great guys. And they'll listen to every word I say. If I'm on the road, they'll come and make sure you're ok.
Jo cracks a little smile, looking up at Dan.
Jo: Um Dan, I really want to say thanks...I mean this is so awkward and confusing. I really thought about aborting it, or just raising it and never telling you. But I had to...
Dan: Hey lass, don't worry about it!
He drinks the apple juice, and in a flash spits it across the floor.
Dan: For FUCK'S sake! James, who the fuck did you buy this from? A gremlin?
James: Oh....erm, that's been expired for like a month. You didn't throw it out....
Dan: No shit...
Looks like happy families for now, but with Dan, anything can happen as he tries to turn his life into that of a family man, rather than the football hooligan he grew up as.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:55:35 GMT -5
Segment: Get Ready for the Thanksgiving of Your (Yes that's right) LIFE! (Credit: Train)
The segment opens inside of a house. There is a fire going in the fireplace and next to the fireplace there is a window. We can see it snowing lightly outside. The camera pans around the room. We see a Christmas tree set up with a bunch of lights on it. Various other Christmas things are around the house. The camera shot fades into a different shot. We see Thunder Train sitting in a chair with a robe (sleeves ripped off) and a pipe in his hand.
Thunder Train: Why hello there. I'm Thunder Train and I have a special announcement for you fans of ACW...or OCW, depending on what happens tonight haha....
The first thing we can notice is Thunder Train speaking in a really bad British accent. He smokes his pipe a bit then begins talking.
Thunder Train: Next week, as we all know, is Thanksgiving for the United States. And it also happens to fall on a Thursday. Go figure! Thanksgiving is my most favorite holiday of the year because I get to eat a lot and people don't care how much I do! It's also a good way to spend time with your family.
Train takes another puff of the pipe but this time starts coughing. He throws away the pipe as he really doesn't smoke and just wanted to look cool.
Thunder Train: Ahem...as I was saying. This is a good way to spend time with your family. And here we treat everyone as family. Even the people we don't like. So, we would like to invite you and YOUR family to join us on Thursday for a special Thanksgiving edition of Thursday Night Meltdown. Before you sit down to enjoy your feast, come join us for ours...Or after your feast, depends on when I feel like doing it. Regardless, next Thursday, we will see the greatest Thanksgiving ever....EVER!
Train turns his head and stares at the camera. The camera zooms in on the scary eyes of Train and when the camera gets up close to Train, Train grabs a turkey and starts eating it. This may not be the greatest Thanksgiving ever, but it sure as hell will be the strangest.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:56:22 GMT -5
Match 3: ACW Entertainment Championship: Mustle Hustle American Made vs. AC Evans vs. Wayde Russeller vs. Dave Tyler vs. Ross Lambert vs.? (Credit: American Made / Wayde Russeller) ..::HELLO, GOODBYE::.. UNFORGETTABLE BATTLE: MUSCLE HUSTLE! ..::ACW ET TITLE::..
Time limit: 20 minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe Rules: The match will begin with the current ET Champion, American Made, as the “leader.” Whomever makes Made submit or obtains a pin fall over him will seize control of the match and will become the current “leader” of the match. At the end of 20 minutes, whomever is the match “leader” will capture or retain the ACW Entertainment Title.
-* Tale of the Tape *-
American Made (c) Age: 30 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: American City, America
Wayde Russler Age: 28 Height: 6'4" Weight: 250 lbs. Hometown: Beersheba Springs, Tennessee
“The Candyman” Dave Tyler Age: Unknown Height: 5'8" Weight: 184 lbs. Hometown: Las Vegas, Nevada
Ross Lambert Age: 29 Height: 6'5" Weight: 294 lbs. Hometown: Temecula, California
A.C. Evans Age: 22 Height: 5'9" Weight: 193 lbs. Hometown: Unknown “When the Lights Are Down” by the Kamelot ushers out the newcomer, A.C. Evans! He steps out into our capacity crowd and sulks his way down to the ring, ignoring the fandom who clamor for his acknowledgment. Once inside, he adjusts his ring gear accordingly and seems very distant from the proceedings leaving many to agree that he is quite the unusual man.
The lights dim down low and not much can be seen throughout the arena as no music plays. The crowd chatter excitedly as a close-up of the entree's face is shown with a classic Ross Lambert grimace up on the screen. The lights start to tint red as Ross can be seen mouthing the lyrics to his theme song on the alpha-tron.
We're all livng in Amerika! Amerika!
IST WUNDERBAAAR!
We're all living in Amerika!
AMERIKA!
AMERIKAAAAAAAAA! Ross steps out of the curtain to roaring disapproval from the audience. Heckled from the nanosecond he is visible he relishes in the glory of being the destructive hate-machine that he is. He walks out of the curtain in his ______ attire which fits his dark image perfectly. He without a thought about what the audience cares about does a one-arm raised walk down the entrance ramp as the hate continues to rain down on him. “USA” chants are in abundance as Ross heads up to the mat surrounding the ring. He hops up the corner and lands kneeling on the apron before climbing underneath the bottom rope. Ross then walks center of the ring spreading his arms with his fists clenched and his legs spread in the Jericho pose. He then brings both of his arms together while slowly uncurling his fingers until both of his hands are out signalling everyone watching to stop what they're doing. Ross then breaks this pose and takes up his corner and waits for the bell to ring.
“Candyman” by Christina Aguilera hits, as Dave Tyler struts out through the curtains, a big smile on his face. Red and white lights flash over head, illuminating the ring, the ramp and the crowd, as he dances his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans. The crowd dance along, as he runs and jumps up onto the apron. He steps in through the ropes, and continues to dance to the music, laughing and obviously having fun.
“Me Against the World” by Simple Plan hits the sound system and out comes “Pure Entertainment” Wayde Russeller! Russeller is bound and determined to get his Entertainment Title back thus tonight there is not much in the way of crowd interaction from the cowboy. Quickly making his way up the steps, he takes off both his hat and overcoat and warms himself up by stretching on the ring ropes and jumping in place.
The opening beats to “Living in America” start up and out comes the star-spangled hero, AMERICAN MADE! The fans roar in unison as soon as they see him, a gesture that is returned in kind with a biceps pose! Turning a bit more serious, American Made points to the ring and focuses on nothing more than the task at hand. Quickening his pace, Made just can’t wait to get into the center of the spotlight and rip his tee shirt off and neither can the fans! Upon doing so he hears a monsterous roar from the crowd as they eat up every second of his showmanship! Now adjusting his mask, Made passes the strap to referee Makabe and adjusts his mask. The second he hears the chime of the bell, it’s “go” time!~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ [20:00] [/B][/CENTER] To start the match Tyler takes on Lambert, Wayde locks it up with American Made and A.C. Evans stands back and watches everyone else sort it out. Made and Wayde are trading blows like mad in one of the corners while Lambert and Tyler display more of a technical outing by grappling onto one anther and slapping on actual moves. A quick suplex by Lambert sends Tyler out of the ring and he doesn’t hesitate in joining him. Outside of the ring the bigger Lambert picks Tyler up and brings him down across the barricade, racking him good! Tyler is in obvious pain but knows things will get much worse unless he does something to turn the tide. He does exactly that by giving Ross a huge back elbow to his chops! Busted open, Lambert staggers back right into an A.C. Evans body splash from the top rope! Not seeing it nor expecting it, Evan’s gets the best of him. Back in the ring Wayde whips Made into the ropes and catches him with a massive back body suplex on the return. With Made sprawled out in front of him, Wayde comes up from behind and slaps on a big time chin lock! Outside the ring the other three competitors see what is transpiring and quickly rush to ensure Wayde does not tap out the Champ. Latching onto Wayde, A.C. Evans picks him up and drops him with a snap DDT! This leaves Made open for attack and Lambert with Tyler take full advantage. Picking him up, they whip him into the ropes and drop him with a massive clothesline! It is then that Tyler tries a pinfull, an attempt that is quickly broken up by Lambert. “Fast” Eddie Edison: They are all softening up the champ, but in order to pin him someone is definately going to need some space. Maxwell McNally: And space is something that ring lacks right now, Eddie. Very true indeed. As all five men continue to beat on one another, the crowd can clearly see that it is going to have to take a major clearing in order for AM to get pinned. Finding a lot more fight in him, Made rises to his feet and nails Lambert with a massive headbutt. Ross staggers back and gets clotheslined straight out of the ring! Turning his aggression on Tyler, Made is ready to break loose but is quickly attacked from behind by A.C. Evans! Evans dropkicks Made straight into Tyler and the Candyman drops him with a LOU THEZ PRESS! Standing right back up, Tyler extends forward and knocks A.C. Evans’ lights out with a DIABETES DISASTER! Evans falls back and Tyler quickly examines his surroundings! Everyone is down and out and this leaves American Made for the taking! Latching into Made, he lifts him up from the canvas and strikes him with a FUTURE ENDEAVOR’D, knocking him out COLD! Made drops like a ton of bricks and Tyler leaps on top of him and hopes for the best! ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: The “Candyman” Dave Tyler is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! [15:23] [/B][/CENTER] Now the “current” Champion, Tyler quickly realizes he has a massive bulls eye now painted on him and it doesnt take long for Wayde Russeller to find it! Driving him down to the canvas with a knee to the back, Wayde brings out the ruthless aggression! Stomping a mud hole in the Candyman, he hits the back ropes and drops a ROARING ELBOW on him! Wayde lifts Tyler to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner! Running in for a body splash, Wayde is quickly knocked off balance from a Ross Lambert spear! Returning from outside, Ross first move is a major one! This leaves a recovered Evans with a clear shot on Tyler and with a running knee to his chops, he makes the most of it! Evans watches on as Tyler staggers out of the corner and decides it’s the perfect time to open a certain file! The fans leap to their feet as they watch Evans drop Tyler with a FILE 13 and seize control of the match up! Leaping on top of the Candyman, he hopes that Keiji hand strikes the mat three times! ONE!
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THR ... BREAK UP!!! At the last second Wayde Russeller breaks up the pin with a forearm smash to the back of Evans head! Evans rolls off Tyler and Wayde hopes to take full advantage of his hard work! However, so does another! Lambert now plays the snake in the grass and drops a big time leg drop over the head of Wayde! Wayde now is pushed off Tyler and Ross leaps on! ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: Ross Lambert is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! [10:55] [/B][/CENTER] As sly as ever, Ross revels in the fact that he only has close to 10 minutes left until he becomes Entertainment Champion. American Made, however, has something to say about that! Now returning back to the match after getting his head knocked off with Tyler’s finisher, Made starts dropping hurting bombs and he starts dropping them fast! Nailing Ross with a wicked right hand, he sends him flying back into the ropes and follows up with a big boot! Ross falls face first to the mat, but before Made can launch another attack, Evans is back in the thick of things and becomes a thorn in his side! Hitting him with a side kick, he bruises a few of Made’s ribs and takes him out of the match temporarily! Evans victory is short lived however as Russeller nails A.C. with a superkick that almost knocks his head clear off his shoulders. Evans, Made and Tyler are down on the canvas and this allows Ross and Wayde to take the dominating spots! Wayde quickly gets the better of Lambert with two massive European uppercuts! Ross is dazed and a bit confused as Lambert rushes him and latches onto his body! The fans realize that Lambert is going to go for a plane ride and they clap with approval! Seconds later, Wayde’s AIRPLANE SPIN has Lambert in a dizzy tizzy! Lambert is eventually dropped with it and he hits the canvas with his vision spinning in every direction. This leaves him open for a SOUTHERN JUSTICE and boy does he ever eat it! Face into the canvas, Lambert loses control of this match just as quickly as he seized it! ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: Wayde Russeller is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! [8:19] [/B][/CENTER] Tyler barely misses breaking up the pin much to everyone’s dismay. For this moment, “Pure Entertainment” is back on top. Tyler decides not to even give Wayde time to celebrate because as Wayde gets up Dave Tyler comes running and drop kicks him in the gut sending him flying to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Tyler goes to chase after him but A.C Evans comes from the side and hits him the a roundhouse kick to the face. Ross Lambert comes running at A.C who ducks under and flips him over the ropes and to the outside. He now turns around to see American Made staring right at him. They step toward each other but A.C turns to see Wayde Russeller slide in the ring and now finds him self stuck in between American Made and Wayde Russeller. Almost at exactly the same time, Wayde and American run on A.C who rolls out of the way just in time to see Wayde and American clothesline one another. Tyler is now up and running towards A.C but he gets a kick in his stomach for his trouble. A.C see's he has an opening and he grabs Tyler and the crowd erupts in cheers as Tyler is planted with a File 13! Ross Lambert is climbing up into the ring but AC drop kicks him back out before making the cover... ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: AC Evans is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:56:55 GMT -5
[3:33] [/B][/CENTER] A.C realizes right away that he has only mere seconds before he is attacked and he jumps right up and out of the ring to catch his breath. However, while doing this, he has forgotten who else is outside the ring. He is quickly reminded though when he feels a huge hand wrap around his neck as Ross grabs him and lifts him up in the Gallows Hills. While he has A.C in the air he slams him into the turnbuckle post and then back to the ground. Ross picks up A.C and throws him head first into the steel steps and then inside the ring. He gets in ready for someone to attack but he looks up around to see American Made, Wayde Russeller, and Dave Tyler involved in what appears to be a "3 Stooges" esqu battle. They are punching and slapping each other as one ducks and the other walks into the intended punch. Realizing this Ross decides its time to take advantage and he quickly turns toward A.C and connects hard with The New Solution Arrives and goes for the cover... ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: Ross Lambert is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! Ross jumps and rolls A.C out of the ring so there is less people to worry about. That took a little too much time however as American Made nails him with the Goodnight Kiss as the fans explode and yell the ref's count... ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: American Made is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! American Made jumps up and turns to see Wayde Russeller. He jumps back in defense position but Wayde doesn't attack which confuses American Made. Wayde puts out his hand and mouths "Let the best man win" American Made remembering their pose down on the last Warfare decides there is no harm in a shake and grabs Wayde's hand. As soon as he does, however, Wayde pulls him in and throws American Made on his shoulders. He hits a move that he has never shown before but that doesn't take away the damage as he spins him in a circle and slams him down to the side. The crowd boo's as the ref counts. ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: Wayde Russeller is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: AC Evans is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! Evans has only 60 seconds to go to claim the prize, but he quickly realizes this next minute is going to be anything but ordinary. [1:00] [/B][/CENTER] Korean Made Age: 31 Height: 5'8" Weight: 192 lbs. Hometown: Korean City, South Korea Everyone in the ring comes to a complete halt as the mystery man has finally showed himself at one minute left to go! “Art of Life” by X Japan hits the sound system and that could only mean one thing .... FSX, or is it!? Upon closer inspection, out comes a man dressed in white, black and red ring attire with a mask to match! No fans, this isn’t FSX ... THIS IS KOREAN MADE! Phillip: And joining the MUSCLE HUSTLE ... KOREAN MADE! KM slides into the ring and quickly cuts off Ross, Wayde and Tyler while Made focuses on the current leader, AC Evans! As Korean Made dazzles the crowd with his quick striking moves, American Made relies on his brute force to save the day! Nailing A.C. with a Polish Hammer known as the BOX OFFICE SMASH, he stuns him long enough for a Fall Away Scoop Slam! Patting his elbow, Made shows everyone where the “thunder” is at before having his elbow “kiss” the face of Evans! One pick up later, AC is sent to heaven with the HEAVENS DOOR! Crashing back down to Earth, Made leaps on top of him with a Senton Splash and with 10 seconds to go, Makabe registers the count! ONE!
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THREE!!! Phillip: American Made is the current leader of the MUSCLE HUSTLE! Try as they might, the rest of the Hustle participants cannot make it through Korean Made’s offense! The last seven seconds tick off the board ... Phillip: And your winner of the MUSCLE HUSTLE and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion, AMERICAN MADE! The celebration begins! While both Korean and American Made celebrate in the ring, the rest of the Hustle participants stagger from the ring disappointed. Out of them all, nobody is more disappointed than Wayde himself as he will live yet another night without the Entertainment Title around his waist. His dejected feelings do not stop Made from pouring, far from it. Back in the ring, the showboating as he continues to pose with his partner from across the ocean, Korean Made. Needless to say, every camera within distance is getting quite the workout.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Nov 22, 2008 15:58:15 GMT -5
“Unmasked” Credit: XS3, Thunder Train & Thunderkiss The Entertainment Champion may have had a successful title defense, but his night has now taken a turn for the worse, as following the post-match break our cameras quickly switch to a fresh altercation happening backstage. There, we see a downed American Made laying at the very feet of his attackers, XS3 & Thunder Train. After the events witnessed following the Entertainment title match, Train looks on with a look of disgust at American Made. There is no smile on XS3's face nor is there any anger. The eyes already tell a good story: revenge. XS3 looks down at the mask of Exemplar and begins to pull it up to his face. However, he stops and places it on the steps before reaching under the apron. XS3 pulls out a steel chair and gives Train a look that says "Wait your turn." Train nods, knowing what has occurred before watching XS3 slide into the ring. He goes over to American Made and crouches down. XS3: You've touched my wife for the last time, you sick son of a bitch.XS3 then raises the chair above his head and, in one swift motion, drives the chair into American Made's midsection. The American one doubles over and XS3 uses all of his force to drive the weapon into American Made's back. American Made falls to his knees and XS3 tosses the chair at American Made's face, causing him to finally fall to the cement. The crowd looks on in stunned silence as Train finally enters the fray and goes over to the fallen body of American Made. Train: Time to expose you, you fraud. XS3 backs off and watches as Train goes over and grabs at American Made's mask. With a quick motion, the mask is ripped off and what has been obvious for months now is finally confirmed: American Made is Thunderkiss. Train then picks up Thunderkiss and grabs him by the hair before using his strength to pick up Thunderkiss with a torture rack. Before anything can occur… Voice: Hold it! Train and XS3 turn their attention towards the ramp and it's none other than Chairman Gingerdude. Ginger: Do you honestly think I wouldn't think you'd try to pull this stunt? You wouldn't think I'd know that you'd come back to raise hell? You're a snake. A treacherous one at that too. You've ruined my daughter's life, you've put your hands on XS3's wife and you've tested the very depths of my patience. But now, I will suffer unto you no more! Ginger looks on at the ring with a look of anger in his eyes, almost as if he's ready to explode. Instead, he keeps his cool and raises the mic to his mouth. Ginger: Aiden… You're fired![/i] Ginger then turns on his heels and walks off as the crowd can definitely be heard with their reactions. Some are booing because of Ginger's harsh decisions, others cheer because of the circumstances regarding Monday. Meanwhile, in the ring, Train finally decides to drop Thunderkiss with the Om Nom Bomb, causing the hellraiser to bash his head off the canvas. XS3 looks down at the man who ruined his life once before and snorts before spitting in the face of the fallen Thunderkiss. The tag champs then nod to each other before taking their leave. Meanwhile, security has already stopped by ringside to collect Thunderkiss. They begin to pull him out of the ring and they begin to slowly escort him up the ramp. Thunderkiss: No… Not yet…Guard: Sorry big guy. There's nothing more you can do. Thunderkiss: No… NO!!! Thunderkiss suddenly regains a burst of energy and pushes the guard off of him. He begins taking a couple of guards out with fists but the numbers game catches up with him. Eventually, Thunderkiss finally gives in and is escorted in a state of disbelief. [FADE]
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