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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:49:46 GMT -5
”Danny Mainer and The Anti-Gift” Credit: Danny Mainer Christmas. The annual season which celebrates the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ is once again as prevalent as ever in society. With the inability to walk down the street for five minutes without seeing some sort of Christmas advertisement to wind you up or entice you into buying something it’s almost impossible to miss this important holiday. Even if you’re a complete and utter breakdown victim like the centre of our segment, you’ll hear about Christmas from some form or the other and well that very same breakdown victim is planning his shopping list. Danny is sat in his locker room twiddling his thumbs on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He smiles like a kid in a free sweet shop as he starts to brainstorm on who and what he can buy people for Christmas. Danny’s a pretty generous fella, even in a recession period and as he muses on what to buy he jams a finger into his ear and wiggles it a little before scratching his head and talking to himself like a alunatic. Danny Mainer: ”Lemme see… who do who I have to buy for this year?”Danny pulls his phone out of his pocket and goes on his contact list scrolling down through the numerous names and numbers. Danny Mainer: ”OK… me, Danny Mainer, I’m saving money. Girlfriend? Nope. She’s gone. Friends? Negative, they’ve all left me. Family? I can’t bring myself to look at them. Colleagues? Hell no. Everyone in this building is a stuck up jerk! Right, looks like I have nobody to buy anything for which is good because I have no money for anyways! Oh well!”Danny kicks his feet up on a table and lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches for the nearby remote. He presses the on button and like magic a man with a long, straggly, grey beard and street clothes appears on there. It’s an advertisement but for what he’s advertising we do not know. He’s addressing the audience in an aggressive manner and has a thick Scottish accent. Advert Man: “Hellaw there, I’m Evan McRae and I’m here to tell yoooh about a brahnd new trend that’s sweepin’ thur nayshun! In Englund, Scawtlund, and Amerika we’ve got the new triend that we like to call “Anti-Gifts!” Do you despaize someone with every ounce of yer’ being? Well, try this nyoo trend by buyin’ them a present that’s so bad they’d actually have ta’ pay to get riddovit! Log onto www.anti-gift.com terday for all kinds of great anti-gift ideas. Do ya’ know an arrogant vet that you really dislike? Send them a dead dawg in a handbasket! Know a pawmpus vegatariun who just gets on yer neravs? Send them a dead dawg in a handbasket! www.anti-gift.com ! Spread the hate dis seazun!” Danny switches off the TV as ideas flood through his body. Danny Mainer: ”Holy HELL. That’s a fantastic idea!!! But fuck the website, I’m going THIS ONE alone. Now, first of all we need to decide HOW we choose who’s going to be the Anti-Victim prize. But ho-…”Random Guy: “Mr. Mainer, the cappuccino your ordered?” Danny turns around and sees a random crew worker for ACW holding a cup and saucer filled with steaming hot cappuccino. He vaults backwards over the couch stuffing the phone back in his pocket and accepting the cappuccino graciously, smiling politely at the slightly perturbed random guy who’s been listening to Danny talking to himself for a few minutes now. Danny Mainer: ”Thanks man, this smells and looks gr-… What the fuck is that?”Danny points to the top of the cappuccino froth where it appears that the crew worker has kindly put chocolate sprinkles on it. Danny isn’t amused and puts one hand on his hip while the crew worker tries to explain himself. Crew Worker: “Chocolate sprinkles sir, they’re nice.” Danny clearly isn’t happy, as shown by him flinging the cup and sauce over his head, ignoring the scalding hot droplets that land on his back and neck singing the flesh. The china smashes on the wall behind him and Danny barks at the crew worker. Danny Mainer: ”I did NOT order that crap sprinkled all over my coffee. MAKE IT AGAIN YOU STUPID FUCK![/B] The crew worker turns to run in fear but Danny reaches out and grabs him by the collar of his polo neck shirt and yanks him back. The guy quivers in fear fearing the backlash from the chocolate sprinkles to be a violent assault. Danny calms down though and whispers softly in his hear. Danny Mainer: ”Waitwaitwait… I have a use for you.”He lets go of the crew worker and pulls his phone out of his pocket opening up his contact list yet again. He stuffs it into the hand of the crew worker rolling his eyes in disgust. Danny Mainer: ”You my friend are going to help me choose the first recipient of my anti-gift. Now, I want you to scroll through that list by holding down the down button and when I tell you to, you stop and tell me the full name of the person on that list. You do that for me and I’ll ignore your cappuccino making incompetence. Understood?”Crew Worker: “Alright.” Danny Mainer: ”GO!”The crew worker holds the button down and the keypad tones echo out of the phone as Danny pulls an assortment of weird faces as he tries to make his mind up as if he were Jim Carrey in any of his numerous, retarded films. Continuing this process the crew worker seems slightly confused when after roughly three minutes of scrolling he still hasn’t said a word but is instead stroking his chin and humming. Finally, Danny lunges out and pokes a bony finger into his chest. Danny Mainer: ”STOP!”Gasping in shock, he naturally lets go of the button anyways. Crew Worker: “Jonny Hughes!” Danny Mainer: ”You’re shitting me right? JONNY. HUGHES? I didn’t even know I had his phone number. What an absolute waste of an anti-gift! Oh well, a self-promise is a self-promise. Gimme that!”Danny snatches the phone out of the crew workers hands and shoos him out on his way as he looks at t phone. Checking the validity, he realizes that he does in fact have Jonny Hughes number and that this will be the first delivery of anti-gift. He begins to muse on “Spitfire’s” qualities. Just from the nickname alone he knows that he has a lot of respect for soldiers and war and from the other things he knows about him he knows that he’s a strong supporter of traditional wrestling as opposed to the showmanship styles of say his old King of Vegas persona or Jay Zero or Jake Steele. He also knew that he was strictly against Hardcore wrestling styles… this would be an easy anti-gift. Danny smiles as the screen turns to black. [5 Hours later, during showtime.] Danny Mainer walks back inside his locker-room cradling a large IKEA storage bag under his arm which appears to be filled with all sorts of random crap. He drops it in the middle of the floor and starts to take out the largest item in the bag which is a small hand-woven basket that he picked up from Chinatown. With his back to the camera he starts to throw his stuff into the basket and once the bag’s empty, covering it all up with a big yellow blanket. Smiling at his handiwork, he picks it up and walks out on the bounce. Danny Mainer: ”This is gonna’ be great!”He swaggers down the corridor beaming like a mad man as he heads towards Spitfire’s locker room. Rapping his knuckles on the wooden door he puts the basket down and sprints off into the distance. A few seconds later, Jonny himself opens the door seeming quite angry. Jonny Hughes: “I’m busy, what I-“He looks around seeing nobody is there, as he retracts back in though he notices the basket. He takes the blanket off and sees the plethora of goodies inside the basket and smiles at this early Christmas gift. Upon closer inspection however, these goods begin to confuse him. He pulls out the enveloped Christmas card from the basket and tears it open drawing out the card with a confused look and a nicely designed cover. Jonny grunts in dismay as he opens up the card and reads it aloud. ”Dear Jonny, Hope you enjoyed your gifts. I handpicked them for you because I just KNEW you’d love it! I’d have loved to have given you them personally but I knew you’d punch me on sight because you’re an utter philistine like that. Hope you have a merry Christmas and a lovely New Year, I know I won’t!”
~Love, Danny Mainer XOXOXOXO Jonny tears up the card and starts to examine the basket. He looks down and sees a tie-dye t-shirt with “FUCK THE WAR” written on it in bloody type-style and two DVD’s, “ACW’s Funniest Moments” and “ACW’s Most Violent Hardcore Matches!” as well as a random ring of barb-wire and last but not least, a little Satsuma. Jonny Hughes: “At least he got one thing right.”Jonny picks up the Satsuma and walks back into his room tearing off the skin as the screen turns to black. That’s the first anti-gift off the list and it hasn’t stopped yet. Who will be next week’s victim of The Anti-Gift? Tune in next show to find out. FADE [/U][/B][/size]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:50:29 GMT -5
Segment: A Candyman with a Dandy Plan (Credit: Dave Tyler/XS3)
As we cut to the back, the first person we get to see for this little segment is "The Candyman" Dave Tyler, stilld dressed in his uncomfortable suit/tie combo. Though he usually has a bounce in his step, tonight is a somewhat different case. He has a quite a handful to deal with tonight, namely facing BK London. Nonetheless, he retains his confidence as he pauses at a door. Tyler grin and loosens his tie, psyching himself up, before casually knocking on the door. A voice on the other side can be heard.
Voice: Who is it?
Dave Tyler: It's "The Candyman" Dave Tyler! I have a proposition for you!
Voice: Who?
Tyler: …Dave Tyler!
Voice: Dave?
Tyler: Yes sir!
Voice: …Dave's not here!
Tyler pauses and finally catches the Cheech & Chong reference. Dejected, he begins to turn away until the door swings open and XS3 stands in the doorway.
XS3: …haha, gotcha. Good to finally meet you face-to-face.
XS3 extends his hand out and Tyler accepts the token of respect with a smile on his face.
Tyler: Likewise. Anyway, I'm here to ask of a favor.
XS3: Oh…? Well, I'm a little busy with D-Penetration X at the moment but I'm sure I can work things out. What do you need?
Tyler: Well, I've got this ...thing...going with Chris Williams going on and I don't know if you saw last week, but he convinced me to challange the champion here tonight, in the form of BK London. And I was thinking that, since he was nice enough to help me arrange that match that I'd help him and reutrn the favour. It's only fair that since I'm getting the chance to prove myself tonight that he should get the chance to prove himself as well. That's why I was wondering...would you like to "help" Chris out and agree to a match between the two of you? Cause you know, honestly, I'm just trying to help him get the same opportunity that I'm getting tonight, and...
Tyler looks on at a now thinking XS3. Finally, "The Exemplar" nods at "The Candyman" and looks up with a faint smile on his face.
XS3: Well, it's nice that you're honest about situations like this… unlike most people… but nonetheless, I accept this little challenge. But be warned, I haven't been in the best of moods lately so what happens between Chris and I is not my responsibility. If both parties have agreed it on then I have no problem with it.
Shifty eyes from Tyler.
Tyler: Uh, yeah! Chris knows that I'm his buddy and only has his best interest at heart. Thanks a lot, man! Good luck out there against TK.
XS3: And to you as well. Show BK what you're made of and maybe if you're good enough, we might be seeing Jay Zero vs. Dave Tyler at Winter's Discontent.
Tyler smiles at this little boost of confidence and XS3 once again shakes hands with him before turning back to his locker room and closing the door. As soon as he begins to leave, the bounce in Tyler's step returns. He turns and starts to head back towards his office. After some reassurance and a plan going as hoped for, things are looking pretty damn sweet for "The Candyman".
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:50:52 GMT -5
Segment: New Goal, Same Purpose
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
As soon as that bell rung at the end of his Warfare match, Scott knew he was on a roll. He had previously been a part of a history changing team at Hello Goodbye and was now claiming a victory over Dan White, for a shot at the International Title no less. When would Scott get his title shot? It didn’t matter to him, because in his mind he was a machine; a machine that would decimate anything in its way. Scott has always been both a physical and mental fighter, and having things go his way only boosts his confidence in his ability and his goals. At this point though, his goal is to kick some ass and take the International Title from Jake Steel; a man who has made his way in ACW in leaps and bounds, but a good track record is nowhere near enough of a deterrent for Scott Andrews.
With this new pathway opened to Scott it was an exciting prospect. He had never held the International Title, and instead skipped straight to Main Event status where management thought he belonged, and rightfully so, but it meant he wouldn’t get to challenge for the prestigious title and grab another piece of ACW history. Although all this is what Scott wants, he can’t help but feel that he is dropping down a level just to get a shot at the belt, like he’s not being challenged; but there is a lot of talent in the division, and Scott might just get to experience the wealth of skill within the Upper Card of the roster.
Tonight, however, Scott doesn’t have a match, but it would seem he has something to say as the camera fades into the Scarlet Assassin’s locker room. Scott looks deep into the camera lens and begins his rant.
Scott: So it would seem that because I beat Dan White on Monday, I now get a shot at Jake Steele’s International Title.
The crowd cheer as Scott announces the possibility of a Scarlet Assassin IN Title reign.
Scott: I don’t know when and I don’t know why, but I do know that this means that Jake Steele is a target; Jake Steele is now on the hit-list. It’s simple Jake, you have two choices when you’re in the ring with me, you either lay down and let me pin you, or you get your ass beaten so bad you’ll wish your daddy never porked your mommy in the back of his 1970 sedan! This is MY opportunity to capture a title that had eluded me and evaded my grip for too long; the International Title!
Again the fans love the sound of Scott as IN champ.
Scott: And if Jason Freeman, Dan White, Jonny Hughes, Godzilla, King Kong, or the Brady Bunch wanna shot at the title too; it doesn’t matter! Because I’ll defeat them one by one until I’m the only one left standing. These jerk off’s have had their chance at the belt, but I haven’t; I won’t let them ruin my chance at gold! I am a two time Tag Team Champion and a two time Light Heavyweight Champion, and when I get my chance I will become the NEW International Champion; SCOTT ANDREWS!
Scott stops and poses \_O__/ then looks at the camera as it fades out.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:52:20 GMT -5
SEGMENT: This RP terribly sucks balls (AKA: Breakfast Time) CREDIT: Will Slaughter WILL SLAUGHTER: Crunch Berries, FUCK YEAH!The godliness, the epicness, the fucking awesomeness that is Will FUCKIN' Slaughter is in his crappy apartment in South Bohan, Liberty City. Yes, it's a real city, fuck you. Anyways, let's get to the good part, WILL SLAUGHTER, FUCK YEAH! Will Slaughter just got out of his bed as the digital clock reads "1:30 PM", wearing his one size fits all Power Rangers jammies with the feeties and the patched holes in case he has to go potty. Anyways, Will Slaughter is now running to his kitchen but falls onto the floor, breaking his nose. WILL SLAUGHTER: YOU COCKSUCKER! NOW IT'S MY TIME TO BREAK SOMETHING OF YOUR'S!Will raises his hand and punches the floor, but breaks his hand. Will cries. Will gets up and sits down at his kitchen and pours the Crunch Berries into his half broken bowl WILL SLAUGHTER: OhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboyOhboy!Will takes a sugar cup and pours it all over his Crunch Berries. Will digs in
AN HOUR LATER
Will Slaughter is sitting on his couch watching TV
WILL SLAUGHTER: Mustn't....make...pedo...joke...So this is your prematch ritual? WILL SLAUGHTER: wutIt's me Will! The Cap'n! Cap'n Crunch is standing right in front of Will. WILL SLAUGHTER: What the fucking anal rape bullshit is this? Am I hallucinating?CAP'N CRUNCH: Haha, of course not! You just mistook cocaine for sugar!WILL SLAUGHTER: Oh shit.CAP'N CRUNCH: Now listen to me Will! You just won your first match in ACW against Jaxson Reynol--Before Cap'n Crunch can finish his sentence, Will pulls out a steak knife from out of nowhere and starts stabbing Cap'n Crunch to death.
FIN PS: Didn't I tell you this promo sucked?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:53:29 GMT -5
Segment: Dream of the Sahara (Credit: Thunderkiss/FSX. THE DOUBLE PENETRATION)
The following was filmed on ACW Island, to remind you where you'll be going back too after this tour.
No matter what you do in life, and no matter who you are, you will experience a period of dryness unheard of. There will inevitably come a time in which you can't find anything at all to soak in, and your thirst will go unquenched. In a sense it is sad the extent that some will race toward in order to escape this state, and the immense sums they will pay. Whether it be their reputation, or their riches. In the end of it all, it will drift away in the madness. These are the poetics of the frustration we all have known, unless of course our age doesn't reflect a care for such...intense depths. A dry spurt.
But if it is to be one as intense as the desert, is their any quick and painless answer for such monstrosity? One might think so, but luckily they don't need to find out on their own. No, they have heroes to do that for them. Who, you may ask? True experts of penetration of course! Yes, as Thunderkiss and Fallen Souls make their presence known on the misty, dangerous scenery of some random street in the midst of ACW Island.,,you know something amazing is about to occur. As they walked down the street, apparently in search of 'something' in particular, Thunderkiss would eventually come to a stop. Has something captured his eye? As he slowly reaches down, smirking, and slips a hand down into his pants...should this imagery be censored?! Oh...wait..no, he's just pulling out a telescope it seems! Lifting it up to his eye, and spreading who knows what in the process, his grin only grows as he gazes through it.
Thunderkiss: I think I've finally found some precious booty!
FSX: Really? Well, that's a good start then. Should we go over there and work some impromptu magic, or do you have a plan?
Thunderkiss: Huh? A plan?! Of course I have a plan, brother! Thunderkiss always has a plan.... just give me a minute to think of one .... Okay, I get me a plan and a good one at that! Let’s go as pirates!
Contemplating the thought for a moment, Fallen seems to go over the scene in his mind a few times. Argh. But things don't seem to quite add up...
FSX: Then shouldn't you of said something about her being a land ho, and burying treasure or something?
Thunderkiss: Nonsense, chum! I have class!
As Kiss seems quite sure of himself on this, Fallen simply shakes his head and takes a good, long moment to avoid the obvious. No matter how blatant it is...
FSX: ...Right...anyway, shouldn't we not waste anymore time and just get into it?
Thunderkiss: It’s your promo, buddy. Lead the way!
Getting back to business, quite literally, there is a little too much truth the the preceding statement. Getting right down to the booty, they both make their way over to the previously targeted girl. She stands their quite calmly for a moment and doesn't take any note to the men approaching her as she gazes down to the ground, perhaps just shy to be in the presence of such incredibly attractive celebrity! And FSX! Either way, she does seem to take note of their presence after a moment, tensing up as TK moves a hand to run along her arm.
Thunderkiss: Excuse me, but you've made a dangerous mistake! A woman such as yourself should not be dressed like that and be all alone. It looks like you could use some company to protect you from all those “dangerous” filthos out there! And if you play your cards right, babe, you’re going to erupt in pleasure and satisfaction!
Woman: W...what?
Clearly a bit startled by the overly blatant sexuality, she begins to fidget a bit nervously and almost tremble at the gentle touch of ACW's first and only professional lover. Grinning and nodding to his partner, it seems that Double Penetration views this as their 'in'
Thunderkiss: Let's just say your helping us teach an important lesson -
FSX: ...in Double Penetration!
Upon cutting another great pun, and leading to yet another award winning moment in ACW history, they eagerly await what is likely to be an erotic reply from the woman! However, as an awkward amount of time passes it seems they may just not be in store for the reply they were hoping.
Woman: Oh you boys...I really don't think that's possible. You look so big.
Laughing openly at the comment, TK simply shakes his head as Fallen watches on for the moment amused, clearly surprised such a shy woman would make such a sultry comment after all of this time. However, something still wasn't right...
Thunderkiss: Don't you worry, you'll be making room in no time! Now...let me see that pretty face...
Giggling softly to herself, she would finally expose her hot, ever-loving good looks to the duo! And as they say, the mustache was worth the wait!....Hmm..that doesn't sound right. As they let the image soak in, and came to a realization of what was going on, it seems this woman they had been talking too...well..really wasn't much of a woman at all.
FSX: AGGGHHHHHH!!! WHAT IS IT?! KILL IT! KILL IT!!!
Thunderkiss: FALSE ADVERTISING! THIS DOES NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TUNNEL OF LOVE! OH GOD! OH THE HORROR! I CAN’T SEE, X! I CAN’T SEE!
Laughing quite openly, and speaking in a voice that was notably more hoarse and disgruntled then earlier on, the 'hot stuff' they had been hitting up began to stretch a good bit and pose suggestively as the team stared on in utter awe and dismay.
Transvestite: Just call me Dr. Frank N. Furter, babies! LET'S DO THE TIMEWARP TONIGHT!
FSX: OH GOD....PLEASE NO!
Is it any surprise that he's started dancing at this point and time? I'd expect not, and the Time Warp began! As Fallen was unable to take his eyes off the scene, tears growing quickly as he was entrapped in the mesmerized state, Kiss would slap him out of it, and turn his partner to face him.
Thunderkiss: I think it's time I taught you a valuable lesson, Fallen.
FSX: W..What's that, Kiss?
Thunderkiss: Never trust my judgement, oh, and when a transvestite wants to have sex with you, you RUN AWAY!
Not wasting a moment, or taking a second more to glance to the horror that they had accidentally encountered, the two would take off full speed in the other direction. They had no intention of doing the 'Time Warp' tonight, and one would think that's an image that NO ONE wants to see. As the evil, villainous transvestite takes notice to their escape however? It would give chase! Can they really escape the terrifying traps of ACW Island? Or will they be able to get away? Better yet, did they really teach anyone how to get rid of a dry spell..?
Then again, when come face to face with a sausage fest...you might be better off with the dry spell.
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:54:13 GMT -5
Segment: SUPER SUPER DUPER (Credit: Train/Freeman)
We open backstage with Freeman walking down a hallway. His TV title is shining across his waist as he continues down the hall. He turns a corner real quick and is stopped by something. The camera spins around and we see Thunder Train staring down at Freeman, with his Tag Title Belt shining as well.
Train: Oh hey Freeman! I didn't know you were back yet. How is your toe doing?
Freeman: What are you talking about? Did I kick you in the head so hard on Thursday that you've apparently FORGOTTEN that I defeated you in the ring?
Train just ignores Freeman and looks down at his foot.
Train: Wow! That thing is really healing up well. I should have destroyed it more haha.
Freeman is angered by this lack of respect.
Freeman: You know very well that my toe was NOT the reason I was out for the summer. I had serious injuries that I needed time off for.
Train: Oh really now? Well, I still put you down and out. I mean, what have you done since coming back anyway? Losing to Dan and winning...a jobber title.
Freeman: I defeated Dan at Samhain, and when I hold it, this belt is NOT a "jobber title," Train. AND, I also kicked your ass Monday!
Train: But you tapped out to Dan at Hello Goodbye...
Freeman: At least I HAD a match at Hello Goodbye.
Train: I would rather have no match, then tap out to Dan-
Freeman: I also did something you won't be able to do at Winter's Discontent - beat Thunderkiss.
Train: Oooooo, good one Freeman. How many tries did it take you, 24?
Freeman: That's irrelevant...
Train: Exactly. And I wouldn't count on beating Steele either. I mean, he has beaten you three times, and one of those times, he burned your ass! I have a feeling that if you ever want to beat him you will need to head into the double digits of defeats first.
Freeman gets a disgusted look on his face and tries to hold back the desire to punch Train in the face. However, Train doesn't feel threatened and just smirks. Freeman realizes that he shouldn't start a fight and calms down.
Freeman: Train, after I beat Steele I am going to be heading to the top of ACW, with first the International title and then down the road the World title, while you'll be sitting in the tag division, going nowhere.
Train: Haha, see, this is why I like you. You know, Freeman....
And suddenly, to Freeman's surprise, Train bursts into song.
Train: You've been such a gooooooood frieeeeeeeend. I've known you since I don't know when We've got a lot of friends, But they come and go Even though we've never said it, There's something that the two of us both know!
Freeman: W-What the hell?!
As Train continues his song, Freeman's face goes from extremely confused, to slightly disturbed, and he walks off as the camera begins to fade over Train's song.
Train: Together forever, no matter how loooong From now until the end of tiiiiiiiiiiime
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:54:53 GMT -5
Match 3: Jay Zero vs. Sijweh Anguta (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. JAY ZERO VS. SIJWEH AGUNTA..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Scoot Andrews! – Because the humor of unintentional typos stands the test of time! *-
Jay Zero Age: 25 Height: 5'10" Weight: 197 ounces Hometown: Portland, Maine
Seaweed Anguta Age: 20 Height: 5'8" Weight: 210 lbs. Hometown: Iqaluit, Nunavut The lights dim as electric blue and white spotlights shine through the arena giving the arena a very flashy look. Jay then steps out onto the stage wearing white and black boas. Normally he would walk down with a look of confidence and arrogance, but now after his sudden change, Jay seems more "involved." He barely even looks out into the crowd, instead, he just stares forward and walks to the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope. Finally once he's in the ring, the crowds attention starts to hit him
“Deliberation” by Katatonia hits the sound system and out comes Sijweh Anguta. His name is hard to type. He generically walks to the ring. No, I am not being lazy - well, maybe I am. Since there is no entrance description on his profile, he is just going to generically walk to the ring. I know that’s what Will Slaughter did last week and nobody complained so that’s where going to do again this week. I mean, come on peoples, let’s make an entrance description! To be honest, I could probably put anything I want here because nobody is going to read it anyway.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Agunta and Zero lock up in the center of the ring and grapple back to the far ropes. Agunta gives Zero a clean break and the two men meet once again in the center of the ring. After another grapple, Agunta is sent flying into the ropes and Zero catches him on the way back with a hip toss! Sijweh lands back first and quickly pounces up on his feet. Zero runs in and Agunta nails him with a big back elbow that rattles Zero’s jaw. He covers his mouth in a defensive position and that gives Agunta time to rattle his bones with a high striking kick! Zero crumples to the mat and Agunta lifts him to his feet. After some hard knife edge chops, Zero stumbles back to a nearby corner. There, Agunta grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the center of the ring. However, Zero puts on the breaks at the last seconds and counters with a short arm clothesline! Agunta hits the canvas hard and Zero latches onto him and swings him back with a snap suplex! Stunned, Agunta is not able to fight off Zero’s HEAD BUTT! The combo strikes all land on target and Agunta ends up eating a face full of canvas for his troubles! It is now Jay Zero’s time to showboat. Turning to the crowd, he abandons his opponent for a moment and begins to strut his stuff. Unknown to him, Agunta lurks from behind ... MATCH MIDPOINT: After Sijweh knocks Zero for a loop during his play session with the crowd, he takes control of the match. Leaping to the 2nd rope, he comes off with a strong dropkick that finds its target! Zero goes stumbling back and lands hard on his neck. Rubbing the stinger away, he only has more pain in his future as Sijweh runs at him and takes him down with a RUNNING FLIP NECKBREAKER! If that wasn’t bad enough, Zero soon takes a trip to the pond with the GONE FISHING! The double underhook body scissors has Zero in a world of pain and after two minutes of crawling he finally makes it to the ropes. Sensing victory, Sijweh stalks his opponent and prepares to land the final blows to victory. Leaping into the air Jay gets nailed with a series of standing dropkicks. Testing the waters, Agunta covers Zero but only gets a solid two. Knowing it is going to take much more to finish the number one contender off, Agunta goes deeper into his bag of tricks. With a quick lift up, Zero gets driven down into Agunta’s knee with a ARM SLAM BACKBREAKER! The cries of Zero can be heard in the upper deck and once again Agunta goes for the victory. Jay kicks out again, this time at two and a half. As we head to the final stage in our match, Agunta becomes more frustrated by the second. MATCH ENDING: We are in the home stretch and it’s Sijweh’s match to lose. Still controlling the action, he gives Jay Zero a good tastes of his knees with a series of knee blasts in the corner. Hip tossed into the center of the ring, Agunta goes for a Shining Wizard that misses its target! His leg goes flying over the head of Zero and Jay counters with a leg whip! Agunta lands awkwardly on his elbow and holds in pain. Meanwhile, Zero takes a few deep breaths and slowly recovers himself for a 2nd wind. That was the mistake Jay Zero was looking for. Launching into a huge offensive blitz, Sijweh doesn’t even know what hits him. After a 2nd HEAD BUTT combo, Zero heads to the top rope and leaps off with a FLYING HURRICANERANA! Agunta goes up, over and down and Zero hooks his legs for the pin! Agunta kicks out at two and Zero keeps his momentum. Hitting the ropes, he comes off with a huge cross body that makes Agunta horizontal yet again! As he crawls to his feet, Zero hits him in the upper torso with a series of standing kicks that make his lights go out! Finally, Zero climbs to the top rope and sets himself up for certain victory! Leaping off the ropes, he hits the ZERO GRAVITY and covers his fallen opponent! Reynolds gets himself into the position and begins to strike the mat with his hand. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: JAY ZERO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:55:21 GMT -5
Segment: I Fought The Law (And The Law Won) (Credit: Dan White)
The scene opens up in Chairman Gingerdude's office, and as per usual we see a familiar sight of Dan White standing opposite ACW's owner. Dan's appearance earns a pop as he disinterestingly stands with his arms folded.
Dan: Listen, mate, I don't see why I have any reason to be here at all. I've not been booked, so why the hell do you want me?
Gingerdude: Dan, you're here because I have to count on you not making a fool of yourself and this company. Now like I said you're a bit of a problem, because you're costing this company more money than it can afford. If it wasn't that for some reason you're pushing merchandise higher than most here, you'd be out of this place quicker than a Gooner match.
Dan sighs.
Dan: So I'm basically here on detention?
Gingerdude: You could say that, yes.
Dan does a face that can only be described as '¬_¬'
Dan: You've gotta be taking the piss.
Ginger begins to focus on his paperwork, as though he's pretending he doesn't care what Dan has to say anymore.
Dan: So you're saying that I flew all the way back here, despite not being booked, so you could keep an eye on me?
Ginger continues to ignore him.
Dan: What the hell was I going to do at home that would have provoked anyone anyways?!
Still Ginger ignores Dan, and this proves to be the final straw. Dan kisses his teeth, rolling his eyes, before grabbing Ginger by the top of his suit and hoistering him up.
Dan: Listen, and you WILL listen to me-
Gingerdude: GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME BEFORE I SUSPEND YOU INDEFINATELY!!
Dan, heavily breathing, resorts to releasing Ginger. He drops to his seat, slouched over, but quickly re-adjusts himself.
Gingerdude: You are here because I need everyone here who is relevant.
Dan: ...um, relevant?
Gingerdude: There are a lot of people that want the International Title. You included. Now I wouldn't have a problem if it wasn't that another person that wants that belt is Jason Freeman. I have no idea where you two stand, but I need to get the promise from you that you will not touch him until this whole issue has been sorted out.
Dan responds snappily.
Dan: Look, Ginger, I don't give a damn about that little cockroach. I want my title shot, and I don't care whether I have to beat him, Scott, Zero, Ridley, the Third Reich, anyone......I just want my title shot.
Ginger smirks.
Gingerdude: Very well. But let me just remind you. If you and Freeman come to blows before then....well, then I can safely assure that you won't be earning any title shot anytime soon. You know where the door is.
Dan: Whatever.
Dan grudgingly leaves the room, with his relationship with the Chairman growing more tense every show. On the brightside, his lack of swearing has aided his money cause greatly.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:55:48 GMT -5
Segment: A beating of the minds</joeystylesfromSvR08> (Credit: XS3)
In the back, we are treated to a shot of Charlotte King, who gets a good pop from the fans like she always does.
Charlotte: At the moment, I'm here with "The Exemplar" XS3.
XS3 walks in from the right side of the camera, donned in his ring attire and a plain t-shirt, surprisingly. His tag team title rests on his shoulder and a box of Timbits is in his hand.
Charlotte: Now XS3, you have a match against--
XS3: Timbit?
A brief pause.
Charlotte: Um, Hunter already did that bit, XS3.
XS3: Hmm? Oh yeah. Sorry bout that. Don't say I didn't ask though.
XS3 sets the box down as some fans can be heard laughing in the background.
Charlotte: Now then, tonight you are going up against your #1 enemy, Thunderkiss. What are your thoughts on his… well… disgusting promo?
XS3: First off, before I address his comments towards my wife, I just want to take an opportunity to address his criticisms of myself. Because apparently, compared to me, he ALWAYS looked good. "Always" looked good? I think those steroids are giving you a selective memory nowadays, "Mr. Worldbreaker." Because the last time I remember meeting you in the ring in a one-on-one match, I was pinning your ass to the mat for the three count! Oh, you don't remember? Of course you wouldn't, it was on Fallout and we all know how much you hate Fallout. You hate it so much and you hate the fact that I beat you WHILE YOU WERE WORLD CHAMPION. If the belt was on the line, "destiny" would've been fulfilled a long time ago, chump.
XS3 smiles and rubs his hands together to warm himself up for the match.
XS3: And I don't recall you looking so good when I burst out of a cake and Shadow Stepped you through the mat. Or the time I wrote my signature with your blood and kept custody of my two foster daughters, may they rest in peace. Or the time I baited you into believing I was your friend after what you did to my wife. Hell, what about the time I refused to go down to the ring at Winter's Discontent last year and caused you to get all pissy? Admit it, I've had your number on more than one occasion to the point where embarrassing you was the new black. And I find it funny that you call my career a whole failure. Really? Well, there's one thing that I haven't failed on whereas you have never succeeded. Because in case you forgot, I've done in three seconds what you couldn't do in four months and that was pin Adrian Flamingo. Still believe I'm the failure?
The crowd lets out a collective pop as XS3 is firing himself up for tonight.
XS3: And as for your comments on Christine…
He pauses then breaks out into a small case of the chuckles.
XS3: Well, I guess I can't help it if your relationship with Anna was doomed to last. And I also can't help that the result of tonight is going to be the same result as Winter's Discontent. My side beats your side and at the end of the day is still tag team champion. And that's not destiny, that's not fate, that's just the way it is.
XS3 holds up his title for the cheering fans to see and begins to take his leave. However, Charlotte gently grabs him by the arm and pulls him back in.
Charlotte: Wait, XS3! What about Fallen Souls?
XS3: …who?
XS3 once again turns on his heels and walks off to prepare for war.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:56:33 GMT -5
Segment: “Turnabout is fair play” Credit: Chris Williams and Dave Tyler
As the camera comes into focus, the fans are treated to a glimpse into Dave Tyler’s pre-match preparations. Soon tonight, he will participate in the biggest match of his career thus far, against World Champion BK London. As Dave Tyler continues getting ready for the match in his locker room, tieing his boot laces, there is a pounding at the door.
?: Hey Dave, it’s Williams…
Tyler: Oh ok, hold on a second…
Tyler finishes lacing his boots and opens the door for Chris Williams, who has one hell of a grin plastered on his face.
Williams: Damn man, it took some brass stones to go and demand a match with BK London. That’s not exactly what I had in mind when I said we need to prove ourselves, but hey, whatever gets your rocks off….
Tyler: This isn't about getting my "rocks off" Chris. Just about proving I've got some.
Williams: Hey man, I believe you. I know that the both of us have the chance to make it big in this company. We can do some great stuff, and I just wanted to come by and wish you luck. I really hope you win tonight.
Tyler: Thanks dude. That does mean a lot. But, eh...that reminds me.
Williams: Reminds you what…?
Tyler: I wanted to wish YOU luck.
Williams: Yeah thanks… wait… what?
Tyler: Yeah… I figured what with you saying that we BOTH need to prove ourselves, since you pushed me to get a match with BK, that I’d return the favor….
Williams: You didn’t.
Tyler: I sure did! I was talking to XS3 earlier tonight and he said he'd be delighted to give you the chance to prove yourself, next week on Warfare. ;D
Tyler grins inanely, as Williams is looking less than amused and has a nice sarcastic tone in his voice.
Williams: Fantastic. Just what I wanted to do, face an ACW legend. Thank you for that.
Tyler: Hey! I figured that if we're the future of this company, as you pointed out, we should at least make a start on getting rid of the past, right? You and me are going places Chris, and when we reach the top of the mountain, make sure you remembered who helped you get that big break.
Tyler puts his arm round the shoulder of Chris, looking off into the distance/future/corner of the dressing room. Chris hangs his head and lets out a big sigh.
Tyler: Now, dude. I've got to keep getting ready. Big night for me after all, and I'm sure you've got some things you'll want to get prepared for next week as well.
Williams: Yeah… my last will and testament.
Tyler leads Chris to the door and shows him out. Before the camera fades, Tyler lets a massive big cheeky grin spread accross his face, happy at getting some measure of revenge....
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:57:19 GMT -5
Segment: The TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!....for books! (Credit: Train) We open inside of a library back room. We can see books stacked up on huge shelves, stretching close to 15 feet in the air. The camera pans down and we see Thunder Train standing there with his lawyer, Thunder Lawyer. Train moves over to a nearby chair and sits down. He puts his head in his hands and begins hitting himself. Thunder Lawyer: What are you doing? Train: I can't BELIEVE I gotta do something like this. I can barely read!Lawyer: You do know it's either this or you have to pay over $1,000,000 in fines and go to prison for five years, right? Train: I know....There's nothing I can do about this. I just don't want to look like a fool out there in front of those kids.Lawyer: They are kids, they won't remember how stupid you look or how bad you read! Train: Thanks for the support.Lawyer: Now go! Lawyer pulls Train up and pushes him outside the door, sending Train into the open library. Train looks in front of him and sees a dozen kids or so, picking their noses, minds wandering off, pissing there pants on the rug. Train rolls his eyes and goes to his "throne" (a steel chair) and sits down. He puts on a Christma-- OOPS, Holiday Hat and picks up The Night Before Christmas.Train: Hello kids!Silence...Train: Happy Holidays kids!Silence again.Boy *Distant and low*: You suck! Train: ...Train starts to sweat a little bit. He rolls his fingers around the book.Boy 2: READ THE FUCKING BOOK! Train: NO U!Boy 2: I'M 6 FUCKING YEARS OLD GODDAMMIT! Train stands up and so does the little boy. What looks like a 10 foot difference separates them. Train flicks the kid down and sits in his chair again.Train: Alright! Here I go! *Train opens the book* T-t-t-twaaaaaassss the ni-ni-night bef-bef-befoGirl: Before Christmas! Train: Yes! THAT'S it! Twas the night before Christmas when all throu- throu- through the house not a crEA - CRRRRRRRRRRE- Creature was stirring, not even a MOOSE.Girl: Mouse... Train: Sure. The S-S-S-Stoc stockings were hung by the ch ch ch chi ACHOO!! Ahem, excuse me. By the chimney with care, In hopes that Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaint Nicholas soon w-w-w-w-ould be there.Boy 3: This guy sucks! I'm 1 and a half and I can read this fucking book better than him! Girl 2: YEAH! THUNDER TRAIN IS POOPY! Boy 4: I SAY WE BURN HIM AT THE STAKE! Train: Wait, over a story--Girl 3: Pull out your glocks! Train: You are like 3. What the hell is going on? Have you been hanging out with Steele?Boy 4: SHUT DA FUCK UP MONEY! Suddenly, the littlest kid in the bunch (About 6 months old) pulls out a pistol and aims it at Train. Train: ! JUST LIKE ZERO'S DREAM!The infant pulls the trigger back and is about to shoot.Train: WAIT! I GOT AN IDEA!Infant: What mother fucker? Train: You guys want a story well how about--Train flips over and jumps at the infant. The infant shoots but Train dodges and grabs the gun. He points it at the kids.Train: NOW! WE ARE ALL GOING TO CALM DOWN!Boy 3: MAKE US BITCH! Girl 2: YEAH! Boy 4: YEAH MONEY! WUT BOUT US? Train: FINE! YOU WANT TO SHUT UP?Train grabs the baby and eats it.Train: I LOVE MY BABY BACK RIBS!Everyone: Train: That's right! Now, I'm gonna leave. Tell the growed ups that I did good here, or I'll eat you to!!! RAWARWAWRWAWRWAWR!Train walks out of the building with the gun in his hand. He quickly throws it away and continues down the street. This just showed that the youth of America is screwed if they are already fighting at this age with guns. >_>
FAAAAADE AWAAAAAY!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:58:00 GMT -5
Match 4: XS3 vs. Thunderkiss (Credit: XS3)
Philip: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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, who pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before holding his title up in the air. He finally decides to head down the ramp, high-fiving some fans along the way. When he approaches ringside, XS3 looks down at his title, 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 title in the air before hopping down onto the canvas. He hands the belt to a ringside attendant before preparing for his match.
Philip: And the opponent, from ACW Island, weighing in at 353 lbs, he is the ACW Entertainment Champion, "The Worldbreaker" Thunderkiss!
"Paradise City" by Guns 'N' Roses begins to bounce itself off of the arena speakers ... The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen dancing on the side Alpha Tron screens. Thunderkiss' video plays on the center one as the man himself makes his way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of hell fire to escort Thunderkiss into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. However, XS3 isn't having any of it and he leaves the ring and takes the fight to Thunderkiss on the ramp!
The crowd cries out to both men, as XS3 and TK waste no time in letting their emotions and hatred for one another spill out in this contest. The little brawl suddenly ends when TK lands a stiff right to the jaw of XS3, who is then driven back first into the steps. TK rolls XS3 back into the ring and quickly follows suit.
Bell rings.
Thunderkiss then enters the ring and mounts on XS3, unloading with fists to the face. The camera catches Thunderkiss calling XS3 a "weak link" before going for a pin. XS3 kicks out and gets back to his feet, busted open early on in the match. Thunderkiss charges towards XS3, who surprises his enemy with a spinning side kick. XS3 bounces off the ropes and looks to hit an early Shadow Step but Thunderkiss refuses this and sidesteps XS3, sending him bouncing off the opposite ropes. He didn't get his finisher but XS3 settles for a flying forearm smash that causes Thunderkiss to stumble into the ropes. XS3 follows up by clotheslining the Worldbreaker out of the ring. Thunderkiss crashes to the outside before beginning to get to his feet. XS3 bounces off the opposite ropes and comes back to dive onto Thunderkiss with the Phoenix Pounce. However, Thunderkiss once again sidesteps the maneuver and catches XS3 with a huge right hand that sends the Canadian crashing to the ground.
Thunderkiss looks down at the almost lifeless form of XS3 and picks him up by the hair before forcefully rolling him back into the ring. Thunderkiss kicks away at the head of XS3 softly before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a running elbow drop for a two count. Thunderkiss pins but only gets a two count as a result. XS3 looks up at the arena lights with semi-glazed eyes as Thunderkiss picks him back up and hooks him up for a suplex. XS3 slips out of it and lands behind Thunderkiss, picking him up and nailing a back suplex and bridging it for a two count. Thunderkiss once again takes it to XS3 with a knee lift, followed by a shoulder block that sends XS3 into the turnbuckles. Thunderkiss ascends the second rope and goes for the ten-punch. Before he reaches seven, XS3 grabs onto Thunderkiss' legs and sends him crashing down to the canvas with a powerbomb.
XS3 uses the ropes as assistance for getting back to his feet and Thunderkiss once again approaches the man he used to call his friend. XS3 fires back with an elbow to the side of the head and catches Thunderkiss offguard with a half nelson slam, pinning for a two count. XS3 gets back up and once again gets a close count off of a spinning spinebuster. Thunderkiss, getting frustrated, is back to his feet and he fights out of a Closing Moment attempt. He then utilizes the Thunderquake, which sends XS3 off-balance for a second. This allows Thunderkiss to hit a Box Office Smash that nearly breaks XS3's nose. Thunderkiss then hits a scoop slam and flexes, yelling "This is the Thunder and this is the Kiss!" One mighty elbow drop later, Thunderkiss picks up XS3 once again and goes for the Heaven's Door. However, XS3 fights out of this and he spins Thunderkiss around before setting him up and hitting a picture perfect Closing Moment.
The crowd is split between Thunderkiss and XS3, who is then eyeing Thunderkiss going into the corner. XS3 charges but Thunderkiss levels his enemy with a big boot. Thunderkiss then bounces off the ropes and goes for the Fall From Glory. However, XS3 evades the move and lifts up Thunderkiss with a torture rack. The Burning Cradle then connects and XS3 pins for a two count. XS3 then heads off to a corner and prepares for a Shadow Step. When Thunderkiss gets back to his feet, XS3 charges but amazingly, Thunderkiss holds his ground and grabs onto XS3. He then picks him up and lands the Kickstart My Heart with a resounding effect. Thunderkiss calls out to his Kiss Army and they respond with cheers while the XS3 fanbase battles back with boos. XS3 is seen slowly getting to his feet and sure enough, he is grabbed by the head as Thunderkiss winds up and goes for the Goodnight Kiss…
…but XS3 shows signs of life after all as he ducks under the shot and rolls up Thunderkiss with a schoolboy for the 1… 2… 3!
Bell rings.
Philip: Here is your winner, "The Ex--"
Philip can't finish his statement because the instant XS3 gets to his feet, he's taken out with a shot to the midsection then the Goodnight Kiss. XS3 folds like an accordion as the camera gets a shot of Thunderkiss' crazed eyes. He gets an idea, a sick one at that, as he rolls out of the ring and looks under the apron before pulling out a chair. Thunderkiss re-enters the ring and pulls up XS3. In a role reversal from Hello Goodbye, Thunderkiss cracks the chair off of XS3's back before mercilessly smashing it off XS3's face. XS3 slumps to the canvas and the blood begins to pour like a faucet. However, Thunderkiss is not done. He unfolds the chair and sets it down on the canvas before grabbing XS3 once more and bringing him up by the throat.
After uttering some words not heard by the camera, Thunderkiss brings up XS3 in a military press, looking for a Heaven's Door. However, Thunder Train makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. Thunderkiss drops XS3, who barely avoids contact with the chair. Thunderkiss exits the ring and begins heading up the ramp as Train stands guard over his fallen partner. Thunderkiss points at Train and makes belt motions around his waist as Train tends to a battered and bloodied XS3.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:58:23 GMT -5
Segment Name: One More Shot (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to a backstage area, and standing there is the Fallout Television Champion, Jason Freeman. After defeating Train (utilizing some not-so-honorable methods), Freeman has apparently won himself another shot at the International Championship. The fans boo him as he appears on the screen, but he pays no mind. After blowing the last opportunity, he has to make this one count, and he seems ready to address the situation.
Freeman: Well, I said I’d do it, and I did. I defeated Train on Warfare, and as Jake Steele promised, I shall now receive an International Championship opportunity. I hope that this time, the outcome can be decided in a significantly fairer manner. By that, I mean a match in which the winner has actually won a match.
That ridiculous mystery choice. An inferno match. A match that, in Freeman’s opinion, is based mostly on luck. Had the fans voted for HIM to choose the match, it may have gone much differently, but we will never know.
Freeman: Jake Steele defended his championship the first time, because he defeated me in that inferno match, which is one of the most ridiculous matches that I have ever competed in. Jake Steele didn’t pin me. He didn’t make me submit. He didn’t even get me counted out.
Freeman tries to keep the anger out of his voice, and he attempts to remain calm, but is unable to do so. He won the shot in an extremely hard fought triple threat, and in his mind, it was stolen from him. The belt he should have won was stolen from him.
Freeman: If he wants to consider that a victory, all the power to him. But being that he has given me this one last shot, I can guarantee that I will NOT walk away with another loss.
The fans just boo him, because as much as he talks about his victory over Train, he won the shot with a low blow from a lead pipe leading into a shining axe kick. Before that point he had been taken to the edge by Train. In their minds, Freeman doesn't deserve it, but it is clear that in his mind he thinks that he absolutely does.
Freeman: I've heard all the complaints about how I defeated Train. How I apparently "cheated". I believe I've talked about this before. I am NOT a cheater. I am willing to do what I have to to get what I need, but I wouldn't call it cheating. I merely took advantage of a situation, and did what I could to ensure a victory. There's nothing wrong with doing what's neccesary...and...what if there is?! All I know is that I now have a championship opportunity, and I can't think of any negative effects that came from my victory methods. I don't see why anybody would do differently. I am NOT a cheater.
Freeman stands up and shifts his Television Championship on his shoulder, to draw attention to it.
Freeman: Not only am I the Fallout Television Champion...
He points to his other shoulder.
Freeman: But I will be adding a second belt to my shoulders, soon enough.
He turns and walks off screen, and the camera fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 16:59:13 GMT -5
”What’s my Age Again?” Credit: Danny Mainer Boredom. It’s a funny thing, they say that The Devil makes work for idle thumbs and if that’s the case then Satan has his own office fully furnished with a mahogany desk, a top-class computer designed around his every whim, air-conditioning, a beer fridge, a sexy bint of a secretary and a view of the entire city inside Danny Mainer’s head with due to recent events, is open at all hours. Armed with a baseball bat and a dream, the wonder-child that many psychiatric specialists would call “The Frankenstein of Mental Disorders”, Danny Mainer wanders down the corridor. Having earlier on in the night mugged a woman for a chocolate drink, he’s on a high point and vigour floods his veins like the poison of an anaconda or steroids. He wanders along down the offices and administration corridor section of the ACW building scanning around and looking for something… or someone specific. Who could that be? Well, it’s Chairman Gingerdude of course. If anyone wants anything around here they go to the head honcho, the kingpin, the man who as of HelloGoodbye has 100% control of ACW. “Gingerpubes” as ‘The King of Vegas’ would have called him however wasn’t in his office which Danny soon discovered after repeatedly pounding the door with his knuckles only to receive no answer. Fearing that Ginger maybe mid-jerking session he dares the potential “blinding” and kneels down to the keyhole of the door pushing the golden ring out of the way so he can see inside. When he looks in however he’s greeted with an empty office. One thing that long-time ACW fans will know though is that if whoever Danny is calling doesn’t “pick up” then he’ll always “leave a message” and that became clear as crystal as his intetion when he started booting the door in. Singing in the style of “Brick in the Wall”, he squawks at Ginger who isn’t actually in there. Danny Mainer: ”HEY! GINGER! Leave your dick alone!”THUD.
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CRACK!!!! The door flies off its hinges and Danny walks in holding the bat over his shoulders, smiling. He doesn’t have to look around for things that he can “leave a message” with as he sees a walls worth of trophy cases, a tonne of bookshelves, a computer and a lavish desk that he can go to work on. The first thing that stands out to Danny however is the camera on the desk. He picks it up and turns it to himself, smiling like a maniac as he begins to record himself. Danny Mainer: ”HEY! GINGER! IT’S DANNY! Listen, I tried calling before but you didn’t pick up so I’m leavin’ ya’ this message! You ever watch that show with the Christians who build minorities new, bitchin’ houses and they have that annoying goodie two-shoes prick on it with the megaphone? Well let’s just say that I’M in a mood to roleplay and when it comes time for you to return from whatever it is you’re doing you’ll see the aptly named “Extreme Makeover” that I did to your office. I hope you like the improvements, maybe NEXT YEAR you’ll remember to get me a fuckin’ Christmas card!! Hahahahahaha!”Danny cackles like a maniac into the digital camera before flinging it away watching as it shatters into pieces upon impact with the solid concrete wall. Danny dwells deep within himself and starts to call upon the rage of all the past few months. This in turn is what he likes to call a “Psycho Holiday”. He roars like a wild animal before unleashing his anger with the baseball bat. First target? Ginger’s trophy cases. It’s made of wood and glass, doesn’t take too long to decimate. Danny Mainer: ”CAITLYNN, WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!?! AAAAARRRRRRGGHHH!”After spraying glass all over the floor, Danny jumps onto the desk kicking things off as he walks across it sending bits of paperwork and pens flying everywhere as well as a monitor which breaks instantly. He hops down from the other side of the table and starts to smash on the shelves of the bookcases causing all of the books to tumble to the floor in a big heap. Formerly ordered alphabetically the system has been scuppered as he repeats this same process to each individual bookshelf until all of Ginger’s books and prized first editions are just making a big messy pile. Danny Mainer: ”THIS is what you get Ginger. This is what you get for cowing in and REHIRING that sack of shit! He ruined my life, your life, your daughters life and your grandsons life and you STILL let him work here you absolute jackass! You’ve made more enemies then friends with this decision and I swear to you you’ll live to regret this! This Ginger is ONLY. THE. BEGINNING. You’ll be squealing like a pig for MERCY when I’m done with you!.”Mainer howls out his tirade like a maniac unaware that even though the lens may have broken and all the other necessities of the video may be shut down the camera is still on, the tape is still recording and every word and crash can be heard on the tape. Though if Danny knew this he’d still consider it a blessing in disguise. His handiwork isn’t quite done. Heading for the back wall, the only wall without anything on it he draws two cans of paint from his pocket. On can is teal, one is red. He then begins to spray across the wall leaving one final message for The Chairman. Oncce he’s finished and has deemed his handiwork done he blows a kiss at his “art-work” before turning and leaving through the door-frame. The camera closes on a shot of the graffiti left by Danny… FADE [/U]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 4, 2008 17:00:03 GMT -5
Segment: Because this is the opposite of Oktoberfest... (Credit: Thunderkiss/FSX. THE DOUBLE PENETRATION)
The following was filmed on ACW Island, to remind you where you'll be going back too after this tour.
Some people have always dreamed about living their favorite motion pictures, and fantasized as to just what it would be like to enjoy being in the scenes of cinema greatness that they had only been able to idolize and dream about in the past. Smiling and sighing with a moment of satisfaction, the fantasy would bring anyone joy...to an extent. It's a well known fact that some people happen to consider themselves Horror Movie aficionado's. The people that wish to live out scenes from such things in cinematic history are quite bizarre, and likely very odd human beings. However, they are still infinitely better off then those that wish to live the scenes, and become involved with the characters of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Even the breed of people that find themselves writing fan fiction in regards to that film admit themselves deranged, and that's saying alot. So what would you do?
...IF A TRANSVESTITE REFERRING TO THEMSELVES AS THE GOOD DOCTOR FRANK N. FURTER CHASED AFTER YOU FOR SEX? I wrote that in bold caps in order to grasp your attention, and I apologize for drawing you into this madness. Where we last left our heroes they were in the process of rushing away from the horror of the random, misplaced transvestite that apparently has a nice ass. One might assume that their escape would be effortless, and another zany adventure would have become them by now. That is however not the case, seeing they are racing at random around the city, clearly in shock in fear as the transvestite remains hot on their tail. In one too many ways. Shudder. Either way, they must be growing tired by now! What can they do?!
FSX: I don't know how much more I can go on, buddy...
Thunderkiss: You have too! Do you want to get raped?! Brother, I am telling you now, if you getting surprise butt sexed, I am going to keep running. I can’t even believe we are having this conversation! This isn't the way things are supposed to work! It's like we entered bizarro world!
FSX: I know, but...I'm just so tired. We've been running for so damn long, and I didn't eat breakfast. I'm out of energy.
Dropping down to a knee and effectively halting their escape, TK would look back in disgust to his partner as he remained there for the moment. Keeping an eye on their pursuer to ensure they didn't manage to reach them, he simply groaned and tried to encourage Fallen to understand the horror of rape.
Thunderkiss: You fool! I told you to drink your Thundergy this morning! It has the nutritional contents of at least three square meals!
FSX: I'm sorry to have failed...the food pyramid...go on without me, Kiss. You can survive to penetrate another day, where I'll have to cut it off in shame after this.
Grimacing a moment as he remained there on the ground, not looking tired to the point of death or anything...likely just winded...but this adds drama! As it at first appears as if TK will simply rush off and escape this horror, he shakes his head once more and begins to walk toward his partner. Fallen can only stare in astonishment, waving him away as he extends a hand to help up FSX.
FSX: Why are you still here..? Go! GO NOW!
Thunderkiss: No...I can't leave you behind. I'll never leave someone behind, not again. It's given me too many damn problems in the past.
FSX: Kiss...
Thunderkiss: Besides, who would I Double Penetrate all the ladies with otherwise? I. NEED. YOUR. COCK. FALLEN.
Pausing for a moment as they both simply stared to one another, a wide grin notable on TK's face, Fallen could only sigh and pull himself back up to his feet. That was Thunderkiss for you, after all.
FSX: ...You just ruined a great moment.
Thunderkiss: Either way, It's coming! Now come on, let’s GET TO THE CHOPPA!
And just as that was said, so it came! Not literally, of course....well...at least one would hope it didn't literally. I guess the gist of it is that the Transvestite has caught up to them, and is ready for action! Perhaps too ready, as it doesn't waste any time grabbing at the dodging heroes!
Transvestite: Whew...finally caught up to you boys! Let's get started, shall we? Who should be on top first? I think I've earned it!
FSX: You've got to be crazy if you think we're just going to get it on with you now.
Thunderkiss: Despite popular belief, we have STANDARDS, lady! Or .. Uhhh, BROTHER!
Woah, this is getting incredibly serious if Double Penetration has developed standards! Though one could of always expected they weren't big on cock. Either way, they maintain their defensive stance as the Transvestite would chuckle softly to..itself..before slowly running his hands over itself 'seductively.'
Transvestite: Bullshit. Let's get naked, and party!
FSX: You know what? Fuck it, I don't care if it's assault. It's self defense!
Transvestite: What the hell are yo-- OOOOOOH!
Not about to deal with anymore of this nonsense, and well aware that this was the only sure fire thing to end the reign of terror, Fallen would bring his leg back in what would only appear as slow motion...and launch it forth with great justice into the balls of the villain. That's right, the Transvestite might very well now be a Woman after such a kick! Slowly dropping down to it's knees, it would soon curl in the fetal position and sob uncontrollably as TK and Fallen looked to each other with a single nod.
Thunderkiss: Kind of ironic, given our original plans.
FSX: I guess so...poetic justice!
Thunderkiss: Yup! Anyway, lets get back to the arena. And we never speak of this again!
FSX: You got it, buddy!
It takes the most horrible, dangerous experiences for people to truly grow closer. After what has just occurred, is their really any doubt that Fallen and TK are a much stronger team then they had been previously? No, they have only grown to a greater point of unity. As they walk back to the arena together, and try to create conversation to erase the experience from their memories, they will without a doubt remember the bond they share here and now. Double Penetration has grown much, much harder...to defeat. Nothing can stop them now!
Fade to black.
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