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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:34:37 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 1st Deceember 2008
ACW US Manifest Destiny Tour Little Rock, Louisiana Baton Rouge River Center (9,000)
Schedule of Matches: ----------------------------------------------------------------------
Josh Robertson vs. Bryce
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Will Slaughter vs. Jaxson Reynolds
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Chris Williams vs. Sijweh Anguta
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FSX vs. The Senator
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Jason Freeman vs. Thunder Train
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Scott Andrews vs. Dan White
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:36:47 GMT -5
”Rise and Shine” Credit: Wide Awake With HelloGoodbye now in the rear-view mirror and Stephan Russo, the eternal tumour of ACW having been safely removed from ACW we can now focus on the future. Winters Discontent and the championship reigns of American Made, Jake Steele, BK London and XS3 and Thunder Train growing ever the more fruitful as time passes by looks to be an absolutely breath-taking and mesmerising night. However, we must now focus on the present as tonight is Warfare and what a Warfare it is as the many loyal men and women are packed into the arenas like pigs in a sty. Ready for a great edition of Warfare, the static crackle of cheering is all around as we begin the plunge into ACW Christmas season programming. Jolly as ever, our “Town Criers” of the ACW Kingdom are sat at their desk ready for another days grind of work. McNally: ”Ladies and gents WELCOME to Monday Night Warfare! Today we have some great matches to bear witness to! When it comes to Christmas, ACW and our Chairman, Chairman Gingerdude always bring the finest matches of the year as our own little gift from us to you! Now, let’s get this thing rockin’ and underway with o-PSSSSSSHT! The sound of static is heard and the ecstatic voice of Maxwell McNally is silenced as the arena plunges into darkness. There’s a simultaneous shocked gasp and scream from the audience as absolutely NOTHING can be seen at all. No! Don’t slap your television sets because nothing is wrong! This is but an orchestrated plot by a devilish and fiendish rat who bit through the power cables… right? Suddenly, the lights around the Alphatron flick on sending vague white beams scattering around the room as the crowd. Confused, members of the audience feverishly chat amongst themselves. Then, the AlphaTron flares on giving you only one striking image to look at. A closed eyelid, what does this mean? What does it symbolize? What could this signify? Time tells the picture. Commentary still has yet to be returned as more and more lights begin to return casting a dim light around this massive arena. The sound of stressed heavy breathing echoes all around the room as fog starts to spew all around the room, however, a booming voice blasts out of the speakers giving all those near the stage a minor ear-ache as it appears that someone “turned it all the way up to eleven!” The Awakening…
Is…
Upon Us… Shining white fireworks shoot off everywhere sending smatterings of explosions everywhere. Certain weaker members of the crowd scream at the surprise of the pyrotechnics while others just stare at the titantron genuinely interested at what’s going on. Finally, all the lights return to normal and so does the commentary broadcast. Edison: ”-dea but this is scaring the shit out of me!!! I can’t see this ending w-… We’re on again? Right. You’re catching us at a mezmerising moment here, a giant eye is staring at us all in the building and well I think I speak for both of us when I say we’re as confused as a wombat in a kennel!”McNally: ”You speak nothing but truth, I am completely lost ri-!”A drumbeat roars violently out of the speakers causing McNally to hush as an image of a beating heart appears on the AlphaTron. Soon after, it is accompanied by a bassline and the familiar, disturbing lyrics by Trent Reznor. ”You let me violate you… You let me desecrate you… You let me penetrate you… You let me complicate you… HELP ME! I broke apart my insides. HELP ME! I’ve got no soul to sell. HELP ME! The only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself!” Signalling the chorus, a man steps out of the curtains and onto the stage as a spotlight hits him. The man has long, shaggy black hair which is messy and untamed yet very clean and is dressed in tight, black leather pants which cling to his testes with relentless grip. He has no t-shirt which reveals his muscled body and a large tattoo on his back of a monkey tied to the cross with the words “Crucify Me” written over his shoulders. Not exactly 10 feet tall, this man is quite under the average height and weight of most people in this profession but still looks like he can do some serious damage if he wants to. This man is most definitely an eye-catcher with HUGE bags under his eyes, his athletic physique and his dark sense of dress; the most instantly noticeable thing about him is the massive amounts of scars on his right arm which while have healed are very visible which pangs echoes in the memory of the ACW faithful. Though even though ACW has never seen anyone that looks quite like him, he looks all too familiar as he walks with his head hung low. “I wanna fuck you like an animal… I wanna feel you from the insides… I wanna fuck you like an animal… My whole existence is flawed… You get me closer to God!” Edison: ”Oh my God… is that-… who I think it is?!?! ”McNally: ”I think this mans arm is a tell-tale sign… his Wide Awake messages have been plaguing our websites for sometime and even members of the roster! Is this it?! Is this the man behind the mask?!”The dark figure climbs into the ring walking over to Phillip Jones who looks absolutely petrified. Of course, the man in black didn’t appear to want a fight but only a voice. He extended his arm out with an open palm, beckoning for the microphone, which was immediately handed to him. Jones then bailed out of the ring like he’s seen a ghost as the crowd stop and stare at this presence in the ring. The man’s face paints a picture of a million and 1 tragedies. He stops and stares into the head of the microphone as if expecting to see his own reflection but he’s greeted by black fluffy material and the little metal surface. Suspicions had been raised by the tattered arm and the general size and shape of the guy but when he finally spoke into the microphone the world knew exactly who he was. Danny Mainer: ”It’s been a while… hasn’t it?”Edison: ”Oh Mercy! He’s changed!”The crowd on any normal day would cheer for the fan favourite but they can see into his eyes and they can’t see the same man that was the Six-String Shogun. All they see is a shell of its former self. Danny Mainer: ”I’d tell you where I’ve been the past few months… but you already know… To those that have forgotten me my name is Danny Mainer… and I was once somewhat of a hero round these parts. I was a man of the people; I fought for two things and that was my fans and my love… the love of my life, Caitlynn…”At first, he sounds mournful as he scrunches up his face as if on the verge of tears… but his face changes and he begins a violent and shocking tirade against the fans. Danny Mainer: ”But I lost BOTH of them because they’re a pair of God-forsaken Judases! That’s RIGHT. Every one of you in the audience and all of you watching at home are a bunch of FUCKING TRAITORS. WHO sent me a get well card? WHO sent me a get-well email or Hell even a well-wishing post on the ACW website?! NOBODY. Absolutely NOBODY missed me. Of course, with my career in tatters now I have NOTHING. I lost my job, I lost my house, I lost my family and I lost the love of my life because of the ONE MAN who should know EXACTLY what it’s like to hit rock bottom!!!
Since I broke out of the hospital in the first month of my illness I stole so much morphine that I had jelly legs for an entire WEEK as I wallowed in self-despair in this crummy Vegas inner-city apartment injecting shot after shot of painkillers into my arm SCREAMING for someone to help me! Nobody heard my cries, least of all my double-crossing ex-girlfriend who left me out to the fucking wolves. She ran like a bitch and I couldn’t bare to face my dad knowing JUST HOW MUCH of a failure I’d become, the man would’ve kicked my ass from here to Newport! I had NOBODY to turn to and spent 5 long-damn months waiting and watching as I slowly got forgotten about!!! I worked for the lights, I entertained and I put asses in seats and as soon as I wasn’t useful I was discarded like one of Alicia’s unopened tampax boxes!
Now if you remember I used to have friends too! Dimitri Rubrev?! He ran off with Caitlynn and now they’re shacked up in the middle of nowhere no doubt fucking each others brains out LAUGHING at me. ANTHRAX?! I couldn’t pay him as much as I used to and even on discounts I ended up being outbid by my ex Mei-Feng! So I lost him too! Now, I’m stuck in fucking Jump Street with NOBODY… because I HAD no safety net!”The crowd boo loudly as Mainer continues his complaining, self depreciating rant. Danny Mainer: ”Here’s how it’s going down, from NOW ON. This is MY SHOE… umm… SHOW! You better watch out because THIS TIME I’m not backing down from anyone. You can go from the lowliest of the low, Alex Trixer to the most powerful specimens on the roster like Thunder Train and Kudo Yasuda! Why? Because I’VE discovered that the only people who have fear are those with something to lose! Fear is the main cockblocker that stops a hard-working man from tapping the virginal canal of success! With nothing but my own animal instincs and EVERYTHING to fight for, in spirit of the recent ACW pay-per-view where we said GOODBYE to BK London and his retarded orgy I have only one thing to say. It’s time to say GOODBYE to The King of Vegas!
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And HELLO to…”
THE PSYCHO BUTCHER! [/size] FADE[/u][/b][/center][/size]
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:36:59 GMT -5
Segment: Post-Season Cuts (Credit: BK London)
We're immediately coming off of that opening encounter, and there seems to be a disturbance in the backstage area. The cameraman frantically makes his way down to the corridor, with the camera shot shifting left and right - almost in a Cloverfield like first person view. He finally reaches the scene, the former OCW HQ, and there's none other than screaming at the scene. Suddenly, another sound is heard...
CRACK
THUD
The sound of a body falling to the ground is quite familiar around these parts, so it's quite noticeable. Suddenly, the camera breaks into the locker room, and the first thing we see is BK London standing before Henry McKaye with a steel chair in his hand. The camera man pans down to the floor, and Dr. Starkweather - possibly one of the most malicious men in ACW, is laying KO'ed on the floor of the locker room. It all comes together, the chair, BK, Starkweather, the arguing. With this, things aren't exactly looking good for OCW.
Henry McKaye: What the hell was that for?
BK London: What was that for?! What was that for?! You have the nerve to ask me that question, huh?! THAT was for Saturday at Hello Goodbye, THAT was for his piss poor performance at the PPV. He was the FIRST man eliminated, the FIRST!
A vein is bulging out of the bald head of BK London, and Henry seems a bit hesitant to follow up - but something tells him that he can't stand for this anymore. This tyranny from BK London must stop, no longer is he in charge of McKaye's affairs.
Henry McKaye: Listen, alright?! The only reason I even considered joining this stupid group was simply because of Stephan Russo. I did not join the group to be under your wing, and I sure as hell didn't join the group to be treated like this. You sir, are what we call scum.
BK London: Scum huh? So you're telling me that, you were never really down with the group itself - huh? You're telling me, that as far as you're concerned, OCW meant nothing to you. Is that what you're saying?
Henry McKaye: I'm saying BK London, that YOU need to pull your head out of your own ass before you get what's coming to you. And trust me, you WILL get what's coming to you.
BK London: Well, since this is a giving season, let me give you a gift straight from the heart...
McKaye has little time to react, but he manages to get his hands up as BK London swings the chair at him to block some of the shot - but his head still eats the blunt of it. Another crack, another thud, and now London stands alone in a room with two bodies. He throws the chair aside quite aggressively and gets down on one knee to speak to Henry a little more closer.
BK London: Consider that a little parting gift from myself McKaye, because as far as I am concerned, OCW - it's over.
Quite a pop for that, not so much because of BK London, but the end of OCW as a whole.
BK London: Russo would've wanted me to continue this group, but he's not here anymore. My fate will NO LONGER be decided by someone else, and neither will yours. I got this far, and as far as I am concerned, I didn't need your help - or YOUR help. Every title defense, I did it on my own. Every wrestler I took out, I did it on my own. You two were simply props in my plan. You were simply there to provide more of an intimidation factor. Well no longer do I need you two, because the intimidation factor is right here. Unlike you two, I will continue to get the job done - and I'll get it done by MYSELF!
McKaye begins to come to , rolling over on his stomach to pick himself up to his feet, but London punts him with a massive kick to the abdomen. McKaye writhes in pain, holding his stomach, and London simply stares down at him with a scowl.
The threat of OCW is officially over, but the threat of BK London still lives on. He has already taken out two former members of OCW for their "inability to perform", will the same fate lie for Jake Cheng?
OCW is over.
But BK London has been reborn...
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:39:17 GMT -5
Segment: This is just the start Credit: Josh Robertson
The camera opens up at the backstage part of the arena with a shot of Bill Wright and Josh Robertson standing side by side in front of a wall and staring straight into the camera in front of them. Wright is in his usual grey suit however Robertson can be seen wearing an attire of black pants, knee pads and boots. Wright begins to speak.
Bill Wright: Tonight is the night that the real first steps of purifying this diseased and rotting industry begin. Tonight Josh Robertson makes his in-ring debut in ACW. Gingerdude may be fresh off from supposedly having his company saved, but I can assure each and every person in this arena tonight that that couldn't be any further from the case. ACW, OCW, either way they were the same company with different people in charge. No, what we plan to achieve is on a far greater scale than anyone could imagine, anticipate or even hope to prevent from happening.
Bill pauses.
Bill Wright: Now that the supposed "war" over ACW is won (or lost depending on your perspective), people will now be able to see the things that actually matter that are happening around them. They will be able to see that instead of worrying about how much more money they're earning or what their entrance to the ring looks like, that they should be worrying about crossing paths with us. Tonight Josh is not only going to give the entire roster a lesson in wrestling 101, but also give you an insight into the fact that both of us are here to stay.
As Bill finishes he turns to look towards who Robertson begins to speak instead.
Josh Robertson: Having to step into the ring with someone as undeserving as Bryce tonight is going to hurt me, but everyone has to make sacrifices every now and again. Bryce is at the very bottom of the ACW ladder which says a lot in itself, but make no mistake I will not be going out there to simply just win, I will be going out to show the entire roster what is in-store for each and every one of them. Tonight if you're not watching then you better be watching your back because step by step, person by person, ACW will be purified.
Fade.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:40:16 GMT -5
Segment: Good Ridance
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
The threat of OCW has died. Everything Scott hated about this company crumbled to dust as “Hello Goodbye” came to an end, and everyone who doubted the Scarlet Assassin’s motivation to put ACW before himself were silenced. And as BK London was pinned for the one, two, three, Scott will forever recall the feeling of relief and satisfaction as the group who for so long had plagued and infected ACW were banished indefinitely. He can safely say that he played a major part in the death of OCW; a moment he refers to as “justice being served”.
The man himself enters the frame as the camera cuts backstage to Kevin Anderson and the Scarlet Assassin. Scott is dressed in some casual backstage attire; black band t-shirt (this time round he shows his liking for “Sick of it All”) and blue jeans. His shades sit atop his forehead and his spiky blonde hair looks freshly arranged. Anderson gets the interview underway.
Kevin: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome back to A – C – W!
The fans in the background cheer as the company’s original namesake is spoken.
Kevin: And with me at this time is a man who was part of the victorious Team ACW at Hello Goodbye, restoring the promotion back to the way it should be; please welcome, Scott Andrews!
The fans didn’t need any more reasons to show their support for their favourite ACW superstar; the kids admired his valour, the men were entertained by his personality, demeanour, and in-ring abilities, while the women swooned because of his dreamy good looks. Their natural reaction was to explode into cheers. Scott soaks in the applause and breaks into almost and Orton pose.
Scott: \_O__/
Kevin: So, Scott, after defeating Team OCW, how do you feel?
Scott: Y’know, Kevin I’d really appreciate it if you could fling questions my way that didn’t have an obvious answer. How do you think I feel? I feel great. I feel like I’ve done something monumentally history changing; and I have. Because if OCW had won that match, the face of ACW would be no more; everything everyone has built would fall at their hands. What was done had to be done. I don’t have any regrets.
Kevin: And what about Jay Zero?
Scott: What about him?
Kevin: Well, what’s the situation between you and him now that this thing is over?
Scott: I couldn’t care less about Zero and what he does. The guys a complete jackass, and until he does something that really impresses me, he doesn’t have my respect.
Kevin: Well tonight, Scott, you face a man you haven’t fought in quite some time; Dan White. What do you expect tonight in this match up?
Scott: It’s simple, Kev; a win for Scott Andrews. Dan White is a hell of a competitor, don’t get me wrong, but I’m just that much better in every aspect of this business. I don’t expect anything less than 100% from him tonight because I know he’s out to prove himself on the World Title level of competition again, but the question is “does he still have it?”. My answer would be no, but then again I’m always going to be biased. So my answer to you, Kevin, is that there is going to be an assassination tonight...and Dan, it’s you!
Scott looks at the camera with an intense glare for a moment before turning and leaving the frame as the camera fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:42:18 GMT -5
“Gingivitis” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss, a Double Penetration Roleplay [It has been a relaxing last few days for the talent that resides within ACW. With no Meltdown last Thursday, many have been with their families enjoying the sights and sounds of the holiday season. Not among them is Thunderkiss who spent Thanksgiving on the island alone, forced to partake in serving food to the less unfortunate. With the show back on the road he feels a bit relieved for as odd as it sounds he feels more at home here than when actually at home. Cruising the halls with his tag partner the feelings of solitude slowly creep away as they exchange in the useless banter they are known for.] Thunderkiss: So how are you doing in your holiday shopping?FSX: Huh? Oh, I didn't do any holiday shopping. Waste of time and money. Thunderkiss: You can’t be serious?! All those deals?! All those neat things your tag buddy would love for Christmas and you didn’t go shopping?! FSX: Are you serious? It's just a holiday of people letting greed consume them. Besides, I have better things to do at one in the morning. It's called sleep. Thunderkiss: Well I’ll have you know mister that a certain “someone” was high a top my Christmas list this year and has already been crossed off. ... If you only knew how many people I had to mow down ..FSX: Believe me, I'm crushed. Speaking of mowing people down..if you don't watch where your going you'll just add another one to the list. [TK heeds FSX’s warning and lays his eyes upon a disgruntled Chairman who stands arms folded directly ahead. Knowing this confrontation would happen sooner than later, the Worldbreaker stands ready to give Ginger a taste of what his future has in store for him if he so chooses to make his life difficult.] Thunderkiss: GINGER! HOW’S IT GOING, MY MAN?! Gingerdude: Wipe that smile off your face. Thunderkiss: And put it on yours? I should, considering how much money I am going to make for you again! This is cause for a celebration, boss!Gingerdude: The only celebrating I shall do is when you finally start collecting your unemployment check! Thunderkiss: You know, this is a long way from the relationship you and I once had. Remember our golf outings? All the board meetings I attended? Ginger, I am going to go for broke here - I miss those days. I want us to have that wonderful father/son relationship again and am willing to do whatever it takes to ensure it returns. We need something to build on, so I’ll tell you what, I am going to tell you a big secret! Come here, big guy![He isn’t going to play games tonight. Turning his back on the whole situation, Ginger begins to walk away but Thunderkiss is not going to make it that easy for him. Coming up from behind, his former potential son in law places his hand upon the Chairman’s shoulder and places his head onto his shoulder.] Thunderkiss: Psssssssssst![With a smirk that reaches both ears, TK leans into Ginger’s ear and spits out - ] Thunderkiss: I fucked your daughter![Those words send the Chairman over the edge. His right fingers clench themselves into a fist and he releases all his anger with one thrust upwards.] Gingerdude: You son of a BITCH! ~!~CRACK~!~ [Ginger nails TK with a solid right hand that busts his lip upon impact. Trickles of blood flow into TK’s mouth, and after a few seconds of enjoying the taste of his own blood, he spits it out onto the floor. Surprised by his own actions, Gingerdude freezes and quickly trembles with fear over the upcoming response. Seeing that words provide more hurt than his fists, the Worldbreaker winds up and sends yet another fastball down the plate - ] Thunderkiss: She squeals like a chipmunk right before orgasm. It’s so cute. ~!~CRACK~!~ [ - and receives the 2nd verse, the same as the first.] Thunderkiss: Assault! Assault! I have been abused by my own boss! Did you see that, buddy?!FSX: I did! It was HILARIOUS! Thunderkiss: This is an unsafe work environment! Somebody call my lawyer! Gingerdude *mumbling*: Kill you ... Kill you. FSX: You look like you could use some time off, Ginger. Don't want to have a mental breakdown, after all! Though I have to admit, the asylum you sent me too was nice. Great place. Very comfortable Thunderkiss: Happened over three months ago, buddy.FSX: Aw...but I want to get in his head too. Not fair! Oh well...do your Doctor bit, Kiss. [Adjusting his bandana, Thunderkiss skips his way over to the Chairman who has collapsed to his knees in frustration.] Thunderkiss: Redness? Check! High temperature? Check! The shakes? Check! Looks like we have a case of “Thunderitis!” A real bad case, too! I order you two a few days bed rest, “gramps!” Hahahaha, come on buddy, we have so many things to penetrate and so little time! [As Double Penetration continues their conversation where they left off, Ginger’s eyes grace his trembling hands. The honor of his daughter has been violated once again and for this Thunderkiss will pay the price. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, but one thing for sure is this place is not lacking on people who are more than willing to sellout for money or fame. Luckily for him, he has plenty of both.] [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:43:54 GMT -5
Match 1: Josh Robertson vs. Bryce (Credit: FSX)
Returning from another fabulous break, the excitement level in the building couldn't of been more obvious. In fact, one might say that due to the additional Thursday off that people were growing INSANE in their desire to see more ACW. This may be why there was an unusual amount of cheers and celebration as the first match of the night was about to begin. One has to imagine it is the pure, insane desire for brilliant fighting, and non-stop action that has them bursting into cheers at the fact two heels are about to go at it. They are made to be hated, and will without a doubt make sure to prove that to the excited fans here tonight. As Bryce waits already in the ring, perhaps simply happy to still have a job. Regardless, Phillip would soon make his way out of the ring and return to his seat, leading Bryce and those in attendance to stare at him confused. Wasn't he supposed to have an opponent? Oh god, Bryce doesn't have to talk, does he?! Anything but that!
Oh...nevermind, here comes Josh Robertson now! It takes many in attendance a moment to notice as he walks down the ramp slowly, glaring intently to his opponent in the ring as Bill Wight would pander to the crowd a bit, pointing at his new 'GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALL TIME' client. Rolling into the ring, Robertson doesn't waste a moment to race over and take Bryce down to the ground with vicious, unanswered punches. Who would of saw that coming? Only the time keeper, as the
Bell Rings.
Continuing to land shot after shot, Bryce would eventually manage to escape the clutches of the mad man, escaping the ring and trying to regain his senses on the outside. Unfortunately for him he rolled out right in front of Bill, who pretended to punch him, if only so he would flee back into the ring. Clearly afraid of them both, Bryce is again unprepared as he rolls his way back into the ring, almost immediately being taken down with a snapmare. Clubbed in the back of the head as he popped back up into a seated position from the move, Robertson would get up and run to the ropes, racing back to land a delayed dropkick to Bryce's temple, sending him toppling over on his side. Following this up rather quickly, he would drag up the form of his opponent and lift him up for a Vertical Suplex, delaying several moments only to drop him down with authority. Yes, Robertson was the drunken, dominant cop of this match without a doubt. Dropping on his elbow a moment later, he would begin to drag up Bryce for more punishment without a second wasted, refusing to even acknowledge the crowd as he did so. Unfortunately for him, Bryce has enough sense to desperately drive an elbow into Josh's gut, sending him down to a knee before following up with a quick DDT.
Miraculously managing to be the first to his feet following this exchange, Bryce would let out a sigh of relief and strike a bit of a pose to the crowd. He was used to this sort of attention after all, and seemingly loved himself as he mocked a few individuals in the audience. This must be the surest and most obvious sign of ring rust ever, as he fails to realize a simple elbow and DDT won't take out anyone. Especially if the guy has a manager! That's how you know he means business! Quickly returning to his feet, Robertson would stare death to the back of Bryce's head as he pandered to the crowd, before literally spitting at him and nailing a quick German Suplex, allowing his form to bounce right back up so he could follow with a Spike DDT. Toppling and flopping around, Bryce wouldn't get to stop as Robertson decided this a time to make an example of true wrestling, lifting up his opponent and hitting a quick Release, Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Followed by a Swinging Neck Breaker. A high-angle back suplex. Robertson even went so far as to lock in the Camel Clutch, and shout obscenities of breaking the move before Bryce was able to tap-out to the referee. Hearing a chorus of boos, he would look once to the sell-out crowd...before simply shaking his head and dragging up the brutalized form of Bryce. He was just making an example of him, after all. Waiting a moment before setting him up, he quickly nailed the Re-Education (Sit-out Tiger Bomb) and remained there, smirking for a moment as he listened for the count, and waited on the inevitable bell.
One.
Two.
Three.
So simple, and so one-sided. Is this the essence of Josh Robertson?
Phillip: And the winner of this match, Josh Robertson.
And that was it. Not listening to the crowd, ignoring their reaction, he and Bill would make their way to the back. Robertson clearly didn't give a damn what they thought. He had proved his point.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:44:26 GMT -5
Segment: D’evils Credit: ? September 4th, 2008 [/size][/center] The curtains are up. The people are gone. No one is left inside of the arena. Stage members have even packed it up and called it a night, and with the exception of Thunderkiss being locked inside of a basement with a Thunder Vibe 5000, no one should be around. Yet of course there is someone around and lurking through the empty halls. Already the sound of footsteps can be heard, slightly approaching but taking it’s time. With every second it begins to get closer, but who is behind them is still more than uncertain. Though now a silhouette is in view. He seems to be of average height, continuing to walk in a endless stroll. No face is visible but now we can hear him talking to someone. It seems to be a conversation of bargaining.“Why you keep doin’ dis to me?” No one answers him. He continues to walk and if it isn’t obvious already, this man walking is Jake Steele. His recent days haven’t been the greatest, not in the least bit. Not only has he lost any chance of becoming International Champion, but he was just beat over the head with a kendo stick by Jonny Hughes. It seems that he simply can’t catch a break and all of this is getting to him. From what we can see of him now he looks broken, torn apart, distraught to try and sum it up. The bargaining doesn’t stop, it gets heavier actually.Steele - I’m tryin’ to change for you. I’m tryin’ my best. But every time I think I’m about to get what I deserve… somebody is there to break my life apart. Hughes. He took my shot away. My shot to become International. Do you know how bad I wanted dat shit? Do you know how hard I bled for dat shit? Do you!?“No, but I do.” Steele - Who da fuck was dat?[/I] “I’m your savior. The salvation you are seeking. The only thing that can get you to the top. With me you’ll not only get revenge. You’ll be able to let your deepest and most brutal desires out. I know you want it. You pray for it. The only problem is that you pray to the wrong being.” Steele - Who da fuck are you!?“Does it matter really? All that you need to know is that I can be your new hope. I can do whatever I want to see you at the top of the golden heap within a time span of two years. That is… if you let me.” Steele - …What do you mean by ‘da top’?“The top. THE TOP! Need I say more than that? With me by your side, Hughes will be no more. He’ll simply be a memory, and you will rise up and take what he TRIED to steal from you. His screams will ring out like a hooker getting beat half to death. But only if you follow me.” Steele - I don’t need no fuckin’ help to take out Hughes. Especially not da help of a voice. Go fuck ya’self. I ain’t got time for dis bullshit.“So be it.” Suddenly it all comes to a halt. Steele pauses and something feels as if he is being passed by a harsh wind but he is of course inside. After it is gone, Steele begins to catch a slight case of the frights and makes his way to the exit of the ACW arena. 4 days later... [/size][/center] ?: He's flatlining goddamnit! ??: Well what can we do!? His skull is cracked open and the bleeding hasn't stopped since he was first thrown into the ambulance! ?: Do something! We can't lose another fucking patient Nurse Beth! Nurse Beth: Dr. SD it's impossible to save him, just give up! Dr. SD: UGH, you are fucking useless at times. Hit the revival machine, we're bringing this motherfucker back to life. Nurse Beth charges the machine up and the doctor yells out "CLEAR!" pressing the cold bars against the patient's chest, who merely bounces up and down on the bed. Or at least we can assume that as this scene is from a first person view. The doctor yells out "CLEAR!" once again and presses the bars back down onto the patient's body, and this time something kicks in. The heart rate begins to pick up, beating at a fairly normal pace. Dr. SD looks relieved until he hears the slow beeping get faster, and faster... and then suddenly stop. The flatline returns again and Dr. SD screams out another expletive. He covers his hand with his face and takes the bedsheet, covering it over the patient's face. The white sheet fading everything into the light.
Soon we are in a white room. Nothing but white. No furniture, no people, nothing. Just white. With the exception of one man... Jake Steele. He stands up with a hospital gown on and rubs his head as if he just hit his head on some hard surface. He looks around and wonders where the fuck he is. He gets an answer. to his inquiring."So it seems as if you "handling it" really was just you not handling it." Steele - You again? Look, I told you once and I'mma tell you ag-"Tell me what? That you can't handle shit but a stack of one hundred dollar bills?... You got destroyed. Jonny Hughes left you for a corpse and you still want to doubt my power? You STILL don't believe in GHOST STEELE!? It's a shame... if ONLY you had listened. Maybe, just maybe this would have never happened. Maybe your head wouldn't be leaking more blood than a vagina during that time of the month. Face it. You can't be anything without me at the helm. You WON'T be anything without ME at the helm. Follow me." Steele - No...[/color] "Worship me." Steele - No...[/color] "Praise me." Steele - N..-o-N.ooooOoo[/color] "Take the offer Steele. Fame. Fortune. World Championships. It's every boys dream!" Steele drops down to his knees and clutches hold of his head, it begins to bleed profusely and his hands are drowned with blood as if Steele had just parted the red sea. He has now been taken over. He has now been broken down and molded by the same power which once trapped itself over Thunderkiss, Steele's life will be filled with fortune and soulless actions by the power of...
Jashin.The Nightmare - YeEesS... The pOwER is MiNe![Fade][/b] (Credit to Steele)
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:45:38 GMT -5
Segment: But do they have guts? Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams
As the camera cuts back to the ring, "Candyman" begins to play over the sound system, sending the crowd into a flurry of cheers and chants. Dave Tyler comes out through the curtains, dancing and jiving with his usual nonchalant style. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping some hands and interacting with the delighted audiences, who have obviously become fond of the ACW rookie. He makes his way to the ring and starts climbing up the stairs, picking up a microphone on the way. He climbs in through the ropes and strikes some poses as cameras flash and take photos. He signals for his music to be lowered, as Tyler stands in the middle of the ring, a big smile on his face...
Dave Tyler: Ok. So, the plan had been for me to come out here tonight and start talking about how great I am and how I am the new Entertainment Champion after beating five other men. The plan had been for a HUUUGE celebration ceremony, with fireworks and confetti and a massive big cake and strippers.... yes, strippers! But no! American Made had to be a big old spoil sport so you can blame him for the lack of a Candyman Celebration here tonight!
The crowds boo as Dave shrugs and laughs with them.
Tyler: But still, at the end of the day, I cocked up again and I lost again. And I am sorry to each and every one of my fans, cause I broke a promise to you. I promised I'd show my potential and yet again, I didn't. Yet again, I lost. And there’s no excuse that I can make right now that can or should excuse me. But what I will say is that I will not give up, not now, not ever. I am here to become the very best I can, and I fully plan on becoming the biggest star to ever walk through those curtains and step into this ring. And I promise….
However, Dave cannot finish that sentence, as the lights change and music starts blaring through the sound system again…. “Headstrong” by Trapt echoes throughout the arena as Chris Williams appears from backstage. The crowd roars with approval as these two rookie fan-favorites come together in the ring. As Williams rolls into the ring, he motions for a mic to be tossed his way, and the ring crew obliges. He shows some respect to Tyler as they shake hands. Williams doesn’t waste anymore time however, as he obviously has something on his mind.
Williams: Dude… what is our deal? We can’t win for losing right now. Seems like we always have a chance, a glimpse of a victory… then we get put away by someone more experienced. We just can’t seem to finish right now, and neither of us is making that impact everyone said we were going to. I mean really, we have a win apiece on the main ACW shows? That isn’t “the future of ACW” at work. We need to do something BIG, something nobody sees coming. We need to show some flair… some guts.
Tyler: What are you talking about? I have plenty of flair! And I damn sure have the guts!
Williams: But right now, neither of us are showing it out here. We come out, we fight, we lose. Rinse and repeat. Believe me, I’m getting just as sick of it as you are. We are supposed to be taking this place by storm! We need to show that we are here for a reason! Throw it all on the line and show some guts, and get people behind us! And I’m not just talking about the fans… we need to get the respect of the guys backstage. Until we start proving we belong, they aren’t going to bother giving us the time of day….
Tyler: So what you're saying is that I don't have guts? That I don't have the balls to get things done around here?
Williams: No, you've got me wron...
Tyler: No, thats fine. That's ok. If thats what you feel, fine. If thats what the fans think, well then...I guess I'm just going to have to prove them wrong. You want guts? I'll show you guts...
Tyler drops the microphone and heads towards the ropes, jumping through them out of the ring. He starts to make his way up the ramp as Chris Williams looks up after him, scratching the back of the head, confused and not sure what just happened. Tyler heads through the curtains, a scowl on his face and a look of anger in his eyes.
The camera cuts back to Chris in the ring, looking worried but slightly amused. He shakes his head with a small smile on his face, before starting to make his own way up the ramp as well....
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:47:06 GMT -5
“The Saturday Night Slam Master” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Roleplay [“Paradise City” hits the PA System and for the first time in many months out comes the one, the only, the ORIGINAL, Thunderkiss! Happy to see him, it appears that the Kiss Army has all but forgiven him for his Aiden Joseph gaff and lather him with their cheers. As Kiss lowers his fist into the steel of the stage set, William Charles Wilcox makes his way out of the smoke and joins his client. The sight of both men together sets even the doubters over the edge for this image has been absent from ACW lore for over half a year. Make no mistake, Thunderkiss is back. After a few minutes of showboating his way back into ACW, Thunderkiss stands in his spotlight and tears his tee shirt off. Throwing into the stands for a souvenir, the tv audience is taken aback by TK’s passing of the microphone to Wilcox. Expecting a long, drawn out speech about how he one upped Gingerdude, the viewer is treated to something a bit unexpected. Not one known for normalcy, they should have guessed that Thunderkiss will forgo stale return speech and tickle them with his wit and wisdom instead.] William Charles Wilcox: Tonight you shall bear witness to the unmeasurable power of the “Saturday Night Slam Master.” His strength is unrivaled and legendary. In fact, there isn’t a man that Thunderkiss CANNOT slam, and if you think otherwise, prepare to be corrected! In just a moment, the biggest man the Louisiana area has to offer will make his way out to this very ring where he will be hoisted high into the air and dropped on his head with unparalleled ease! When the dust settles, YOU will believe! Thunderkiss: Come on, Willy. Bring “big boy” out. I don’t have all night, you know! W.C.W.: way to ruin the build up, kiss. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I give to you - SUMO SUSHI! [Generic jobber music blasts on the sound system and out comes a huge Asian man who’s girth easily rivals that of a sumo wrestler. Upon closer inspection, this man looks vaguely familiar and the crowd is doing their best to try to place a name to the face. If they only knew it was FSX dressed up in a “fat suit,” their job would be ten times easier. Struggling his way up the ring steps, Fallen sees the ring ropes inch closer to his body and begins to worry about how he’ll make it past them. With some help from Wilcox he makes it through and quickly bumps chests with the Worldbreaker as they had practiced earlier this morning.] Sumo Sushi (FSX): Why did I agree to do this..? Thunderkiss: AHEM!Sumo Sushi (FSX): Right...You ain't gonna slam me! SUMOOOO! Thunderkiss: We’ll see about that, jack! Sumo Sushi (FSX): You dare say things without respect? The great Sumo Sushi laugh at your foolishness! Ha! HAAA! [Thunderkiss reaches down and grabs Fallen by the bottom of his fat suit with one hand and his upper torso with the other. It doesn’t take long for the pads of FSX’s feet to be lifted off the mat, and upon doing so, he continues his Oscar worthy performance.] Sumo Sushi (FSX): AHA..HA HA! Wait...you dare to lift me? This is impossible! NOOOO! Thunderkiss: YES!ARRGH! ~!~SLAM~!~ Thunderkiss: YEAH! [The crowd rises in approval as they watch “Sumo Sushi” get slammed to the canvas with the ease Wilcox promised would be displayed. Wilcox quickly takes center stage while TK leaps and jumps for joy right behind him.] W.C.W.: What unbelievable power! Tonight, there shall be no money rewarded, therefore the pot shall be DOUBLED for our next outing! That’s right, if there is any man whom the “Saturday Night Slam Master” cannot slam, he shall win ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS! [Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Thunderkiss rips the microphone directly out of Wilcox’s hands and leans over the ropes. Finger pointed down at his “Fallen” opponent, he begins to berate his tag partner which will most undoubtedly lead to retrobution somewhere down the line.] Thunderkiss: It looks like Sushi has been COOKED! HAR, HAR, HAR! Sumo Sushi (FSX): I hate you so...sooo much right now, Kiss. [FADE]
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:48:27 GMT -5
Segment: Freeman lacks creativity (Credit: Freeman)
Silence in the ACW arena for a couple of seconds, and the fans guess that this means that somebody is about to make their way to the ring…and they guess correctly. “Ugly” by The Exies, hits the speakers, and the fans begin to boo the Fallout Television Champion Jason Freeman, as he walks out from the curtain. He does NOT look to be in a good mood after what happened at Hello Goodbye. He appears to be favoring his arm, and as he walks, he seems to be in relative pain. He wants to be able, however, to address the crowd about what happened. As he makes his way down the ramp, he doesn’t make eye contact with any of the fans, just focusing on the ring. He goes and gets a chair, and sets it up inside. He sits down and raises the microphone…about to speak as his music fades.
Suddenly, a thunderous chant begins “YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!” The fans repeat the phrase over and over again, rubbing it into the face of Freeman…he looks at the crowd, glaring…listening to them, and just as they continue to get louder he yells into the microphone.
Freeman: YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT I DID!!!
The crowd continues booing him, and he looks at them. How dare these people who have never stepped into the ring hold anything against him? The fight at Hello Goodbye was brutal, and both men gave it their all. Sure, Freeman did not win, but he certainly put up a good fight.
Freeman: That’s right. I tapped out. I, Jason Freeman, submitted to Dan White at Hello Goodbye. And you know what? You fans can mock me when YOU get in the ring, and when you can last for as long as I did in that armbar. Any one of you would have tapped out in about five seconds, so please keep your opinions to yourself.
The fans don’t seem to care about what Freeman’s saying, not listening to his words, and continuing to boo, and chant. They are obviously delighted with the result of the match, now being able to taunt Freeman endlessly. After his initial yelling though, he seems calm now. He leans back in the chair, and lets them think what they want.
Freeman: Yes, yes, I get it. You can stop now. I think I should add however, that in a regular match, that would have been a rope break, and I would have gone on to win.
The fans know very well that Freeman chose the stipulation for the match in the first place, and as a result, he probably shouldn’t be complaining about it.
Freeman: However, it wasn’t. And I didn’t. Yes, I lost. And you know what? I’m not embarrassed that I submitted. Why would I be? I tapped out for one reason, and one reason only. I’m smart.
The fans begin to see this as an excuse, but whether or not Freeman believes what he’s saying is unclear.
Freeman: I’m trying to do whatever is in my best interest for my career. I was obviously weak from a brutal match. I didn’t have much energy left, and I wasn’t getting OUT of the hold. I could’ve desperately tried to escape the hold until my arm was just yanked out of its socket, but do you know what? Is refusing to lose that match really worth damaging my body? I’d be unable to wrestle with one arm, and that would be a major setback. I’m finally gaining the momentum I need, and I would have just put myself back where I started. I am NOT stopping now, and as a result I figured that it would be in my best interest…to submit. I’ve beaten Dan White before - it’s not like I had too much to prove. I just want to make sure you fans get a clear understanding of this, and although you are nevertheless going to return to your ignorant chanting, I---
And that’s exactly what they do. They aren’t buying Freeman’s excuses at all, and they make it known, by restarting up the “You tapped out! You tapped out!” chant. Freeman looks at them, and shakes his head.
Freeman: Do you know why you chant? You chant because you look at me…and I scare you. My loss gives you pleasure…my PAIN gives you pleasure, for the simple reason that I make you nervous. I point out the true nature of all you saints in the audience. I make you see the things you hide from yourself. You feel THREATENED. Your morality feels threatened. I break down those illusions you put up not just for others, but for yourselves. Deep down inside yourself, you are JUST. LIKE. ME. Look at how far I have come, and follow in my footsteps. If you still refuse...continue denying all you want, but please…don’t take your insecurities out on me.
Freeman shakes his head. The fans are beyond reaching, and are not going to listen to him, no matter how much he speaks the truth. They refuse to accept it, but he knows that deep down inside they know he’s right. The fans don’t seem to see it that way however, and they just boo him.
Freeman: This thing with Dan? It isn’t yet over, however…I think it may have to wait, because I have another goal. A goal that will be made clear tonight. I will come back to Dan eventually, and when I am good and ready, I will finish him and you will be unable to chant any insulting words in my direction any longer.
He looks up at the fans, and shifts his Television championship on his shoulder.
Freeman: I am the Fallout Television Champion, and will continue to defeat the members of that roster and defend this belt for as long as they have the will to face me. I am Jason Freeman. Whether or not you fans like it, or whether or not you accept it, my rise through the company will not be stopped, and this month may be the most important one of all...
With that, he stands…his music begins to play, and he exits the ring, refusing to make eye contact with the fans. Surely he will have to work hard to gain some respect back after his loss at Hello Goodbye, for the fans certainly aren’t buying into his excuses. He walks up the ramp, and exits to the backstage area, as the camera fades into the next segment.
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:49:22 GMT -5
Apologies Alex Richmond
As “Cigarettes and Alcohol” by Oasis is played over the speaker system the crowd rise to their feet, cheering the arrival of Alex Richmond. Richmond walks through the curtain, dressed in his usual finely tailored Italian suit. His demeanour, however, is different than usual. His facial expression is extremely serious and he glares straight ahead to the ring, his expression not changing despite the chanting of his name. As he reaches the ring he delves underneath, pulling out a steel chair and sliding it into the ring. He then walks around to where Philip is stood, taking his mic.
Richmond: Cut the music.
Richmond rolls into the ring, promptly sets up the steel chair in the centre of the ring and sits down. He waits for a few seconds as the crowd noise dies down before speaking again. His head is bowed, the serious look still etched on his face as he brings the microphone up to his lips.
Richmond: On Saturday the 22nd of November I competed in arguably the biggest match of my life. Since my return I had been promising to liberate the International Title from the unworthy clutches of Jake Steele...
The crowd boos at the mention of Steele’s name but Richmond shakes his head in order to silence them and allow him to continue.
Richmond: I stepped into the ring instead with XS3 and Jonny Hughes but, regardless, the International Title was still on the line. It was my big moment, the moment where I would back up all my talk and I felt 100% ready with two wins already under my belt.
He motions towards the AlphaTron.
Richmond: This is what happened...
As the crowd begin to boo the footage of XS3 retaining the title on Jake Steele’s behalf Richmond talks over them in a bold, coherent tone.
Richmond: I failed!
Richmond’s head drops as he makes this statement, as if he’s experiencing the defeat all over again. A small pocket of the crowd begin chanting “We still love you!” but instead of cheering Richmond up as they undoubtedly intended it to it causes the frown on his face to deepen. He shakes his head, as if at himself, and once more raises his mic.
Richmond: I can only apologise to you. I vowed to rescue that title from the unworthy clutches of Jake Steele and return to it the prestige that it very richly deserves. I have failed in this aim and, therefore, I have failed you all!
Fear not though ACW, fear not! I am not a man who is easily dissuaded from his goals and I intend to continue with my pursuit of the gold. I will be the proud holder of the ACW International Title!!
On that note Richmond rises gingerly to his feet. His face exudes the relief of someone who has just had a huge weight lifted off their shoulders. The crowd cheer his final statement and chant his name as he passes the microphone back to Philip before exiting the ring and making his way up the ramp, taking the time to slap hands with some of the nearby fans. For the first time since he has come to the ring we see a small smile break through onto his face and as he reaches the top of the ramp he turns to face the audience. He then defiantly, to many cheers, runs his thumbs and index fingers along his waistline in the “this is where the title will be” motion before exiting via the curtain.
Fade to Black
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:50:56 GMT -5
Match 2: Will Slaughter vs. Jaxson Reynolds (Credit: Thunderkiss) ..::ACW::.. JAXSON REYNOLDS VS. WILL SLAUGHTER..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
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Jaxson Reynolds Age: 5 Height: 6'0" Weight: 220 lbs. Hometown: London, England
Kevin Kitsharris Age: 19 Height: 5'11" Weight: 198 lbs. Hometown: Miami, Florida The lights change to a shade of purple as “Phantasmo & The Chicken Run Blast-o-Rama” by White Zombie hits on the audio system. Pushing the curtain out of his way, Jaxson Reynolds breaks through rather slyly, as he displays a dastardly grin for the audience nearby. He raises his arms in the air as he walks, and continues his almost strut-like pose walk down the aisle as the music gets louder. He reaches the end of the aisle and steps in to the ring. As he enters the squared circle, he takes a moment to stop and look at a group of people at ringside. He snares at them and puts on a disgusted look as he poses for the other side of the crowd.
“Selkies: The Endless Obsession” by Between the Buried and Me hits the sound system and out comes Will Slaughter. He generically walks to the ring. No, I am not being lazy, that is what he has in his profile and since I don’t feel like typing out another’s entrance for them, that’s what we are going to go with.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Slaughter and Jaxson begin the match with a traditional lock up. They struggle back and forth for a brief moment until Slaughter takes advantage and puts Reynolds in an arm bar. He cranks it around a few times and drives Reynolds to his knee. There Jaxson struggles to break free but cannot; he is totally at Will’s will! Jaxson is lifted to his feet and gets blasted with an ENZU LARIAT that sends him flying out of the ring. He lands hard on the outside and Slaughter climbs up to the top rope. He perches himself up top and waits for the moment to strike. The second Jaxson stands up he leaps and takes him back down with a cross body block! Both men tumble onto the arena floor and it takes several seconds for either to move. Being the fresher of the two men Slaughter lifts himself up and assists Jaxson to his feet. He tosses Reynolds into the ring and quickly joins him, hitting him with a shoot kick to the back of the head. Reynolds covers up the best he can but Slaughter combos with a flying double foot stomp! Seeing Jaxson down and out makes Slaughter’s heart skip a beat and he goes for the cover! He only gets a two and our match continues to mid point. MATCH MIDPOINT: Will Slaughter continues to dominate at our mid point and does so with style. Hitting a series of german suplexes on Reynolds, he puts the finishing touches on his attack with a big time DOI 555! Jaxson’s face gets implanted into the mat and he is going to need some quick offense to get himself back into this match. Sometimes the best offense is a good defense and this proves true tonight as Slaughter finally messes up with a botched monkey flip! Jaxson lands on his feet and counters with a running clothesline! Slaughter gets nailed and rolls underneath the bottom rope to the outside to collect himself. When he is prepared, he climbs back up onto the ring and is sent flying back into the ring with a hip toss from the inside. Slaughter lands directly in the middle of the mat and Jaxson goes for a sliding baseball slide! Being the quicker of the two men, Will leaps up and counters with a big elbow that knocks Reynolds right in his mouth! Down for the foreseeable future, Slaughter heads up to the middle rope and launches off with an ARMANI SHOE EXCHANGE! The Senton lands right on Jaxson’s chest and Slaughter makes a pin attempt that fails at two! MATCH ENDING: We are heading in the final stretch of this match and someway, somehow, Reynolds continues to survive. Slaughter has hit him with everything but the kitchen sink and is starting to become upset that he cant put this one away. Irish whipping his opponent into the corner, Slaughter follows up with a stinger splash that sends Reynolds down to the canvas. There, he once again rolls out of the ring to take a break but will find no peace on the outside! Once there, Jaxson staggers into the front row where a fan who looks just like Christopher Masterpiece gets riled up and blasts him with a DRAGONSBANE DRIVER! The Angle slam type move knocks Jaxson for a loop and the Master’s clone is escorted from the arena by security. Astute fans rise to their feet and begin to applaud what has just occurred and celebrate Will’s run to the winner’s circle. Reynolds is stunned and Slaughter takes full advantage of this situation! Pulling him back into the ring, he sets himself up for a HAND GERNADE! The Blue Thunder Bomb hits to perfection and Jaxson is broken in half! Slaughter quickly covers and the rest is, as they say, academic. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: WILL SLAUGHTER!
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:50:58 GMT -5
Segment: Emperor of Brutality Credit: Steele Emperor of the Ring [/size][/center] It is time. Barbed Wire Brutality is upon us and now is the time for The Nightmare to destroy Jonny Hughes inside one of the most demonic structures someone or some being... could think up. As we fade in we see Nightmare standing in front of a mirror. He swings his body side to side and stares at himself in the mirror, licking his lips disgustingly. He tries to crack a smile but for some reason he frowns hard. He turns away from the mirror and looks up at the ceiling of his locker room.The Nightmare - Ja... Ja... Jashin. JASHIN. JAAASSSHHIIINN!Nightmare snaps himself around and cracks the mirror with his fist, completely snapping yet again, the mirror pieces falling to the ground like glass rain. Nightmare gets what he is looking for, the voice is heard."How, can I be of service?" The Nightmare - I..I-i cAn't do THiS AnymOre..."You can't do what... anymore?" The Nightmare - BE YOUR SLAVE!"Oh, you are not my slave. If you were I would have hung you by a noose at this very fucking moment! How dare you. How fucking dare you try to break our deal! How dare y-" The Nightmare - I don't want to break the deal. JUST let me get my fame without AlL of ThIS!"You no longer want the facepaint and fucked up speech patterns? Consider it done." Nightmare grabs his head and stumbles across his darkened locker room. He rolls his neck and punches a wall. He stumbles around the entire area, clawing his facepaint off so that only the eyes are still covered. And screaming in what seems like pain, before grabbing hold of the locker door. It seems that the tight hold Jashin holds over his soul isn't set free, but the way he made him act is, and portray himself is. He stops in his own tracks and takes a deep breath, inhaling then exhaling.Steele - ...Guess who's back.[/color] [Fade][/b]
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Post by BK London on Dec 1, 2008 16:53:19 GMT -5
Segment: The nightmare has only begun (Credit: XS3)
It was a couple days before the return show for ACW. We had about five shows left before the final PPV of the year, Winter's Discontent. I had to be at home to prepare myself both physically and mentally for the contest that was to come forth. Train and I had that proverbial target on our backs and the hunters were henceforth known as Double Penetration, Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls. Obviously, we all had some unfinished business with one another so for this match, DP had nothing but pride to lose. For us, it was tag titles. We had to find a way to keep our grip on those belts.
For now, I just sat at home, reading the insert booklet of "The Tokyo Showdown" - the live album from In Flames. What can I say? I was bored and there was no other reading material available. Just then, I heard the bedroom door swing open and there she stood - my wife, Christine. She gave me a faint smile because she understood the events that were about to unfold within ACW. I gave her a look that said "Soon" then with a coy grin, leaped out of bed and gently scooped her up in my arms. I carried her to her side and set her down on the bed before climbing into my side of the bed. As we lay side by side, all I could do was look into her eyes.
XS3: Well… Looks like we've got another issue with our "good friend" Aiden.
Christine: Yeah…
With a small smirk, I lazily ran my finger up Christine's side, causing her to briefly twitch and giggle.
Christine: Hehehe…
XS3: Yeah… I dunno. For some reason, I just have a feeling that this time around is going to be less difficult than all the other times I've faced him. I mean, Train's got issues with him but I've got more bad blood with him.
Christine: Even so, you should probably still let Train have a piece of him. Don't forget about that other son of a bitch…
XS3: Hmm? Oh right, Fallen. I don't give a shit about him, really.
Christine looked at me in a quizzical manner.
Christine: Oh?
XS3: Why not? He doesn't give a shit about anything else except what he wants.
I laid back, trying to sink myself further into the covers to avoid my head from getting clouded with too many thoughts. Christine placed an arm on my chest and began to casually rub it.
XS3: Something else I wanted to mention… I think you'd probably be safer here at home.
Christine: Yeah, totally…
XS3: Besides, the whole gang is going to be moving in here in a couple days so it'll all work out. You can have companionship and protection.
Christine: There you go once again, Matthew. Always putting your wife before your belt.
I chuckled and glanced over at the ACW Tag Team title sitting on the night stand before turning back to her.
XS3: I'll admit, being a champion kicks four kinds of ass. But judging by the way you're holding me right now, I think I have something better to have around my waist.
Together, we both looked down at her arms around my waist. I then glanced down at her stomach and gently ran my hand around it in a swiveling motion.
XS3: Pretty soon, babe…
All she could is smile at me before I glanced over at the time. 11:32 PM. Oooh.
XS3: Well then, I suppose we should be off to bed now. Love you, babe.
The two of us leaned in and shared a tender kiss, almost to the verge of sucking our faces off before we separated.
Christine: Mmm, love you too, babe. Sleep well.
XS3: Yeah… You too.
Christine smiled one last time before rolling over to one side and letting the sleep overcome her. I placed the booklet back in the CD case and gently tossed it to one side of the room before I allowed my eyes to be shut. All would be just fine in our world…
…for now.
Fade.
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