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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 16:54:55 GMT -5
Match 2: Wayde Russeller vs. Jake Steele (Credit: Freeman)
This match can be a big one for Wayde if he manages to get a victory, and so he comes forward confidently, hitting a few quick punches to the head of Steele. Wayde gets a few good shots in, but Steele knees him in the gut to stop his offense, then clubbing him in the back, to take him to the ground. The International Champion begins to stomp on the fallen Wayde, cockily taking control of the matchup which he then holds for a while.
Steele continues to keep Wayde in control, hitting a DDT, and then going for a cover, but Wayde kicks out at two. As he tries to stand, Steele grabs him to hit a rockbottom style backbreaker, but Wayde fights out, and hits a manhattan drop, followed by a lariat, taking some momentum back. Wayde hits a vertical suplex and goes for the pin, but Steele kicks out at the count of two. Wayde grabs Steele, and irish whips him into the ropes, but Steele ducks under Wayde's attempted big boot, and bounces off the ropes, jumping and hitting a huge tornado DDT. Steele climbs to the top turnbuckle, and as Wayde gets up, he dives off, nailing Wayde with a top rope clothesline! He goes down hard, and Steele covers...1....2....Kick Out!
The match continues a little evenly as it goes on, and then Steele attempts The Whirlwind Kick out of nowhere! Wayde ducks however, and hits Steele with a toe kick, jumping for Southern Justice! Steele moves out of the way, and Wayde hits the ground, and as he gets up Steele runs for the RIGHT IN YO FACE, but all of a sudden Wayde dodges, and Steele misses. Steele gets back up and goes for a clothesline, but Wayde ducks, and goes for a schoolboy rollup while at the same time putting his feet up on the middle rope for leverage....1.....2......3!!!!!!! Wayde has pulled off a huge upset against the champion!
Phillip: Here is your winner, Wayde Russeller!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:00:04 GMT -5
The bell rings, and the International Champion Jake Steele lays on his back, as Wayde slides out of the ring and makes his way back to his locker room. Steele then gets up a few moments after Wayde is gone, demanding that Phillip hand him his title. Phillip obliges and picks up the title, making his way over to hand it to Steele. But just as his title is about to be returned to his clutches, ’Spitfire’ begins to blast over the PA System, which causes a roar of boos to ring out from the crowd and more specifically causes Steele to just hold his hands suspended in the air with a look on his face that can be described as “-_-”. Steele picks himself up, leaving the title in Phillip’s hands, as he prepares himself for the looming brawl which is sure to come. Spitfire continues to play, and while Steele watches the entrance ramp, Hughes comes in through the crowd with a kendo stick in his hand and a smile on his face. He slides into the ring and doesn’t give Steele a chance to turn around, charging at him with the stick in hand. Noticing Hughes up on the titantron, Steele ducks the attempted kendo stick shot and throws himself into the ring ropes, bouncing off of them and connecting with a knee lift to the cranium of Hughes, which dazes the british native to the point where he drops his stick and takes a few steps back to the ropes. Steele sees the opportunity for revenge from last week’s attack, picking up the kendo stick and getting a extremely cocky smile over his face. Steele holds the stick with both hands and pounces at Hughes full force…
But in the blink of an eye, Hughes stops playing possum and drops to the mat. In that split second, Brian Bravado appears out of literally nowhere and smashes the champ‘s skull in with a brutal chairshot! Steele falls backwards onto the mat, caught completely off guard from the second attempted - and successful sneak attack by the team of Hughes and Bravado. Hughes gets up and smiles at Bravado, high fiving him for a job well done. Though the look on Hughes’ eyes says that this isn’t over. He grabs the body of Steele and swiftly lifts him up into a suplex position before driving his head down onto the mat even quicker with The Dream Shatterer!
For the second week in a row, Hughes has sent a message to the International Champion. He looks down at the body of Steele and just smiles, while Brian quickly leaves the ring and grabs a microphone. He’s definitely excited and feeling a bit cocky too, as he stands over Steele’s body to deliver the message.
Bravado: Hey Steele, it looks like you’re a little fucked up at the moment. So I’ll have one of the boys in the back give you the news when you wake the fuck up. See, I don’t know if you heard while you were out getting all stitched up last week, but me and Hughes here got a little insurance in case you decided to come back tonight and go all “angry negro” on us, you know how you people get... Hold on for a sec, let me get the papers.
Bravado pulls out a piece of paper, and with a smirk he begins to read.
Bravado: Jake Steele - that’s you in case you forgot, may not come within 100 yards, and or feet, of Brian Bravado, OR Jonny Hughes. Violating this restraining order is a felony, and is punishable to the fullest extent of the law.
The crowd, not being the biggest fans of Steele even see this as damn near blasphemous. Bravado moves away from Steele, putting the piece of paper back into his pocket as he looks up at the entrance ramp and motions for someone to come out. Suddenly, a group of police come out and they make their way into the ring. They stand with their hands in place as Bravado begins barking orders.
Bravado: Arrest that convict son of a bitch!
The policeman have no problem with that, lifting Steele up and placing him in handcuffs. As he’s being taken away, Steele still seems to be a bit out of it from the brain buster. He holds his head down, basically being dragged out as Hughes and Bravado watch on laughing. The crowd is split between cheering and booing as the champ is taken out of the arena, slightly coming to as the scene fades out.
(Post-Match Credit goes to Steele and Hughes)
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:00:22 GMT -5
"Danny Mainer and the Anti-Gift: A Sequel?" Credit: Danny Mainer Ever since last show when I said there'd be a sequel, we knew that this day was coming and of course once again we're inside the locker-room of Danny Mainer as he plots yet another malicious Anti-Gift. For those that didn't read last week, the victim of his "festive generosity" was Jonny Hughes who received a tie-dye t-shirt with "War is Murder" written on it and a ring of barb wire to oppose more or less every opinion that he has. This week, it's a little more difficult however but with a bit more production value as can be seen by the set up. Inside Danny's locker-room is a typical wooden table, the type you'd find in a wrestling ring but covered with a dark black drape with purple edges showing a very mystical sort of approach to the segment. Atop this well-dressed table is a black box with a question mark on it and a small rotary handle on the side. Standing behind the table of course is Danny Mainer, the mischief maker wearing a pair of black jeans and a top hat for seemingly no apparent reason at all. He smirks at the camera, his eyes glazing over as he drifts off into one of his fantasy worlds as the cameras roll. There's a seemingly idle stance for a few moments until a small pebble bounces off of Danny's forehead waking him to life. He shakes his head and makes a noise as he does so before staring into the lens at the audience. Danny Mainer: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls welcome to another completely pointless segment of our show that I like to call "Danny Mainer and the Anti-Gift"! This is the part of the show where you the fans have absolutely NO say in what happens as I pick a name ENTIRELY at random from the roster to buy an awkward and downright offensive gift for! Now, lemme see! Umm, nobody in the crew taught me how to use this so I'm going to pull at straws and see what happens..."Danny with a trepident look on his face begins to turn the handle on this vicious jack in the box as the sound of mechanic whirring can be heard at full volume. Danny continues to crank the box until finally there's the sound of a train whistle bellowing out from it replacing the gears whirring. Steam bellows out of the top at the top box and the whirring starts up again as a bus-ticket sized piece of paper emerges from the hole in the top. Danny Mainer: "AHA! Here we go. Now, what does it say?"Danny rips the ticket out of the top and examines it closely reading the name. His face paints a picture worth one thousand words of displeasure as he groans and rolls his eyes. Danny Mainer: "You're kidding me right? You're fucking kidding me? I have to go out and waste my time on THAT piece of crap?! Like fuck I'm wasting an Anti-Gift on ALEX. RICHMOND. Is that guy even alive?!"Cameraman: "Yup! He's in the building now!" Danny Mainer: "God dammit! AAAARRRRRRGGGGH!"Danny goes on a rage and flings the box at a nearby wall, naturally it shatters into pieces and bits of cogs and springs explode across the floor as sparks fly out from the electronics. Danny kicks the table over clearly not happy at having to buy for the son of a billionaire. Danny Mainer: "What in God's name do you buy the man who has EVERYTHING?! I mean, for crying out loud his dad's got more money in the bank then I've got skin cells. He's loaded! I should be giving him a regular nice gift so I can have a house and live again and stuff like that!"Danny sits on the edge of the tipped up table going into a sombre moment as he tries to think of a way around this without resorting to ignoring it and picking another a name. He sighs heavily as he knocks his feet together,the table just barely holding his weight. Danny Mainer: "Ugh... this is irritating. This is the man who's done nothing and received everything his WHOLE. LIFE. He was spoon fed success and after being thrown out on his ass he's made his own path and made his way to the fore front of business. HE'S PAST the dick weed stage in his life, he's clean now! He's..."Dramatic pause as Danny's face lights up with a smirk as an idea hatches inside his mind, his crazed eyes swirl within his head as he chuckles to himself. Danny Mainer: "... a recovering alcoholic. What heterosexual man in his right mind would turn down a FREE beer? Not Alex Richmond, that man is... well, he's a bona fide booze-head. The guy is almost as bad as Wayde Russeller! The guy... wouldn't enjoy booze at all... in fact... he'd go on a psycho rage at how completely inappropriate it is to his situation..."Danny pauses and weighs up the positives, negatives and consequences of his actions and he frowns staring at the floor. Danny Mainer: "Naaaah... I'm not that evil to try and... RUIN someone's career... am I? I have nothing to lose but I'm not heartless... am I? I couldn't give a recovering alcoholic more whiskey then he knows what to do with. No that's insane, downright SADISTIC!"Danny moans to himself as a queasy feeling sets in. He muses on it starting to look like he's not gonna' roll with it. But then a HUGE Cheshire cat grin erupts across Mainer's face. Danny Mainer: "I WILL do it. I can and will and have NOTHING to lose hahaha... Good thing after having lost most of my friends I've still got ONE to back me up for this type of thing..."Danny whips his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number quickly, his crazy smile showing worrying things in the future for Richmond. There's a few seconds of dialing tone and finally someone picks up on the other end. Danny Mainer: "Yo, hey Richie? Yeah it's me, Danny. Can you send over 50 bottles of Jack Daniels?"Pause. There's an angry chatter on the other end of the phone and Mainer's face screws up with rage. Danny Mainer: "FUCK YOU TOO!"[/B] Danny hangs up and there's a brief fade to black. When it returns, Danny's cradling another wicker basket under his arm as he trundles along the locker room corridor chuckling to himself. He spots Richmonds door and drops the basket by the door. He then stands tall with one arm behind his back like he works for a hotel room service and he raps his knuckles on the door three times before sprinting off into the distance. Richmond peers his head through the door and once again, same format as last time he looks left and then right before seeing the basket on the floor. He removes the blanket, raising his eyebrows in surprise and isn't quite sure what to make of it. He picks up the card first not seeing the bottles, tearing open the envelope as already he has his suspicions about this. "Dear Alex, Hope you have a very festive holiday season! It's a time for enjoyment and well what better way to have fun then to remove all your sorrows? What better way to remove all your sorrows then to DROWN them. Please find enclosed 2 bottles of Jack Daniels, a little birdy told me they're your favourite."
~Love, Danny Mainer XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO Richmond's eyes open wide in shock, completely ablaze with fury. He tears up the card and sees the satsuma and the 2 bottles of Jack Daniels sitting in the basket. He claws at them violently before lobbing them both at the opposite wall, growling as they smash spraying whiskey everywhere. Richmond turns back in wards and slams his door so hard that a little crack starts to appear on the frame as Danny meanwhile, is laughing his ass off around the corner. On the Anti-Gift crusade, Danny's making more enemies then friends and it's only a matter of time before someone lashes out. Who will be the first to snap? FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:02:32 GMT -5
Segment: Confusion At The Coffee Stand!
(Credit: Scott Andrews/Jonny Hughes)
Since last week, Scott has been riding the satisfaction of getting an International Title shot against Jake Steele, but being unsure of when it would happen and annoyed that others are getting title shots against the same champion, Scott isn’t completely trusting of Chairman Gingerdude’s intentions.
The Scarlet Assassin walks the backstage hallways of the arena, freshly showered and dressed in his best pinstripe suit. He winks and waves at the good looking female caterer’s as he passes. Scott comes to a coffee stall where a certain ACW superstar by the name of Jonny Hughes is standing.
Scott: I’ll get a Mochachino please; gotta please my sweet tooth.
The crowd laugh as Jonny turns his head to look at Andrews, and he replies in a sour tone.
Hughes: I’m not here to serve people so you can get it yourself.
Scott: Well then can I get a muffin?
Hughes: I think it should be pretty obvious that I don’t work here, in fact no-one works here, it’s self service you buffoon.
Scott: Well what are you doing here?
Hughes: I’m getting a coffee, what does it look like?!
Scott: Looks like you need to settle, Grettle.
Hughes: My name is Jonny Hughes, Scott, and don’t you forget it. Now get out of my way, I have business to attend to.
Scott: Or what?
A sadistic smile comes over Jonny’s face.
Hughes: Trust me; you don’t want to find out.
Jonny pushes past Andrews and the Scarlet Assassin seems none too impressed with the hostility and threats of “Spitfire”. The scene fades as Scott begins making his coffee and turns his head back for a double take before shaking it in disapproval.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:02:59 GMT -5
Segment: But What Do They Really Think? Credit: Tyler / Steele
As we come back from commercial, Dave Tyler walks in through the door, entering the locker room. It is just after the end of Meltdown, only a few minutes after Dave’s intense main event match up against the World Champion BK London. Dave looks to be hurt, but its only some bumps and bruises. He holds the back of his head as he walks over to a chair and sits down in it, easing himself back into it gently and gingerly, a big smile on his face. He shakes his head, amazed at the match he just had.
A clapping noise brings him back to his own thoughts though, as he starts to look round the room frantically. He turns his head towards the door to see Jake Steele, leaning up against the mantle, applauding him with a serious look on his face. As far as the fans know, Steele wasn't even supposed to be in the arena for tonight's show, and after the camera shows that bandage over Steele's cheekbone, we see why. Tyler shakes his head and tries to ignore it, but as Jake walks towards him, he knows that there’s no chance of that happening. Jake grabs a chair that’s leaning against the wall and opens it out to sit beside Tyler. Jake makes sure the International title belt is placed firmly over his shoulder, as if goading anyone who sees it to challenge his talent.
Tyler and Jake sit for a few moments, looking at each other, waiting for the other to talk. It’s Tyler who breaks the silence…
Tyler: What’s up Jake?
Steele - Ayo man, I know it may seem a little odd comin' from me, but I just wanted to say congratulations. Not many men can take BK to the limit like you.[/color]
Tyler: But?
Steele - But? There ain't no buts man, me personally, I think you good. Despite what other people may think...[/COLOR]
Jake pats him on the back and gets up to leave. Before he reaches the door, Dave shouts after him….
Tyler: What do others think?
Jake grimaces slightly, realising that he may have just stuck his foot in his mouth. He turns back to face Dave, his arms stretched out and making his way back towards the chair.
Steele - Others? Nah man, don't worry about it...[/color]
Tyler: What? What did you just mean? Come on Jake, give it to me straight. I’m a big boy and I can take some criticism.
Steele - Well, it’s just dat a few people I been talkin' to had said dat you got heart, but you still lose in da end. And you can walk the walk, but you just got trouble talkin' the talk.[/COLOR]
Tyler jumps up out of his seat and moves towards Jake, his usual smile gone. He looks tense and the pain he still feels from losing his match has obviously got him on a high.
Tyler: People think I’m all talk, is that it Jake? God damn it, how the hell do people expect me to prove myself here in ACW? I’m trying my damn hardest….
Steele - I get dat, but still some people think your hardest isn’t good enough T-Money. Don’t get me wrong, we know that you got all the potential in da world, and when you go out in da ring, you got dat aura dat just radiates talent. But when it comes down to it, somethin' is missin'. [/color]
Tyler: What? What am I missing? Talent? Charisma? Balls? Damn me Jake, that’s why I challenged BK. That’s why I went and challenged the world champion. That was all about showing I have balls…
Steele - Woah! Hold up now Dave, I'm da one who's tryin' to help you shine. I'm da one who knows just how much poten-...[/color]
Tyler: Don’t use the P word please.
Steele - You know what I’m saying Dave. It’s just like I was sayin' to Chris when we were talkin' about your match…[/COLOR]
Tyler: Chris? Chris Williams? He’s these “people” you were talking about? He’s got something to say to me Jake, you tell him to say it to my face. You tell that bastard that if he wants to talk about me…
Steele - Dave, calm down son.[/color]
Tyler: ….I’m so sick of Chris. He’s been trying to undermine me….
Steele - Dave...[/color]
Tyler: Week one, he led me outside and had be locked out of the building all night! I bet you he did it on purpose! I bet you….
Suddenly, Dave goes stumbling back as Jake slaps him hard across the jaw. Dave holds his chin, looking shaken up and a bit stunned, as Jake looks at him angrily.
Steele - Calm the fuck down! I know you still probably on an adrenaline rush and I know dat can make you real emotional and shit. Now like I was tryin' to say before... if you feel like there’s a problem between you and Chris, then you need to go and talk to Chris, and sort things out, aight? In the mean time, stay calm T.[/COLOR]
Jake turns and walks out of the dressing room, as Dave is left holding his jaw. He stares after him, still stunned, before turning round and giving the chair a little kick out of frustration….
[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:03:42 GMT -5
Segment: Just put anything (credit: Dan White/Jonny Hughes)
The segment opens up in the locker room area, where Jonny Hughes is resting. Without a match, he shouldn't even be here tonight, yet he somehow feels that something will happen tonight. Something that would benefit him, or at least someone else greatly.
A knock comes at the door, and Hughes looks over.
Hughes: Come in.
The door swings open, and Dan White walks through in his street clothes, to audible pops from the arena. Hughes immediately stands and in a fighting stance; he and Dan have never gotten on, and there's nothing to suggest that this would be a pleasant manner.
Hughes: the hell do you want?
Dan pauses, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. He looks down on the floor, as Hughes questions him.
Hughes: Dan, I've got no time for this. If you're here for a fight then I'll gladly take it outsi-
Dan: I'm not here for a fight.
Dan looks to his left, at Hughes, with a dark glimmer in his eye, akin to that of his Black & White days. But his demons aren't coming back to haunt him, not just yet anyways. He calmly turns around, facing Hughes, albeit from a difference.
Dan: I know you don't like me, and I'm going to make it clear that I don't like you. But I need a favour.
Hughes snorts.
Hughes: And what makes you think I'll do you a favour?
Dan: Because there's potentially valuable stuff in it for you.
Hughes pauses, wondering what the hell Dan could mean.
Hughes: And by that you mean....
Dan: -if you can get rid of Jason Freeman, it'll be worth your while.
Hughes smirks again. But this time looks attentitive.
Hughes: And I'm guessing that if I do this then Freeman will be out of the title picture right?
Dan: If you manage to take care of Freeman, then yes. Yes it is.
Hughes smirks; he doesn't know whether to believe Dan or not, they've hardly been the best of friends over the past couple of years. But Hughes looks confidence in his answer.
Hughes: ...Alright, I'll do it.
Dan: Excellent.
Hughes: But let's make one thing clear, right Welshy? If I get rid of Freeman, you'll stand back and you won't get in my way. I want Jake Steele for myself, alright?
Dan now gets to smirk.
Dan: If you get rid of him.
His smirk broadens as he leaves the room. Hughes snarls as Dan exits, but knows damn well that he's been given a perfect opportunity to work with here.
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:03:57 GMT -5
Signs Credit: Jake Cheng
Directly after the chair shot to Josh Robertson Jake Cheng suts his locker room door behind him as he walks into the familiar room. He doesn’t bother to turn the lights on, he can still see in the semi-darkness. Everything is a mess, it looks like a 10 year old room, minus the toys. He drops the chair, not helping the mess, and holds his hands up in front of his face. They are shaking. He runs them through his hair, but it doesn’t calm him down at all.
He grabs the only thing on the table that isn’t a part of the mess: his cell phone. He opens it up and hits one of the arrow buttons. After a pause a message comes up that reads ‘No New Messages.’ And as he is about to hit the talk button, the phone vibrates and the box comes up showing he has a new text message. From Kirsten Carter:
Jake, stop calling me and texting me. I’m blocking your number. Good bye. And with that, Jake puts the phone on the table. Takes abnd deep breath and flips the table, spilling the contents on the ground, once again having no regard to cleanliness. His hands are shaking worse than before. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle. After managing to unscrew the bottle, he puts two of the pills in his hand, which is only a means of transportation from bottle to the back of the throat. He swallows and takes a couple deep breaths. The Chinese Phenom sits on the ground and puts his hands in his hair again. And just when things were looking good…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:19:19 GMT -5
Match 3: “Psycho Butcher” Danny Mainer vs. Kudo Yasuda (Credit: Scott Andrews)
The two men have a lot on the line; Kudo, his chance to reach boom to the top, and Danny Mainer has his new reputation to uphold. Both men begin circling each other, Kudo concentrating hard on the movements of his maniacal opponent. The two exchange quick kicks, showing each other up with their martial arts ability. Kudo manages to block a couple of Danny’s kicks, making him angry and turn to brawling. The crazy onslaught catches Kudo off guard and he is backed into the corner with lefts and rights. As Danny goes for another blow, Kudo ducks the clumsy strike and double leg’s Mainer, sending him to the mat. From there, Kudo locks in his Heel Hook submission, a potential match ender. Danny is wrenched and pulled but shows no real sign of pain; in fact, he begins to chuckle as he struggles to escape. Kudo is taken back and lets go of the hold out of sheer “wtf?”
Mainer sits and continues to laugh, and Kudo’s shock turns to anger and he unleashes a couple of powerful kicks to the back before kicking him in the face and going for a cover, unfortunately for him, only getting a two count. Kudo looks to get back on the attack by focusing on Danny’s head as he hits a knee drop and locks in a cobra hold. Danny looks more in pain this time, possibly because of the previous damage, but he still manages to get to his feet and escape the hold via elbows. Mainer then hits a jaw breaker and as Kudo stands stunned he hits a “Ticket to Paradise” (Cup Jaran/Stunning Shin Kick) which knocks Mr. KO to the mat; hard. Mainer scampers over to cover Kudo, but like Kudo, he only get’s a two count.
Mainer tries to go for another approach and drags Kudo to the middle of the ring and lifts him to his feet. He looks to go for an Exploder Suplex, but Kudo elbows him in the head and hits his own Exploder. Kudo goes for a cover, but again gets a two count. Kudo decides to wear Danny down more by hitting several elbow strikes to his downed opponents head. Danny is rocked by the vicious elbows and lies stunned on the ground. Kudo then stands up and walks to the corner. He squats down and signals for Mainer to get up. The crowd cheer as they know what’s about to happen. Kudo runs at Danny as he eventually get’s to his feet, and leaps for his Yakuza Knee.
Danny ducks and leaps up for his own finisher; The Psycho Holiday (Code Breaker). Mainer gets his arms around Kudo’s head and drives him down with force, followed by the pin, and the victory.
WINNER: Danny Mainer
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:20:07 GMT -5
”Face your Fears” Credit: Danny Mainer[/center] Heaving and sweating, Danny Mainer rolls backstage feeling more alive than he’s ever felt before after putting on an absolutely heart-stopping match with Kudo Yasuda. His first match in ages, regardless of how you look at it was a great display from both competitors and Danny has never felt happier. He smiles manically as he stumbles groggily and exhaustedly down the corridor drenched in his own sweat clutching his neck in pain. Despite the fact he’s just been in a hugely physical fight having the absolute stuffing knocked out of him by Mr. KO, he’s happy just to be alive and performing again. He walks straight up to interview guy Kevin Anderson who’s awesome afro is looking as bushy as ever. He smiles as the camera crew set up and Mainer puts an arm on his shoulder. Kevin Anderson: “Ladies and gentlemen you’re joining me as I stand next to Danny Mainer. Danny, in your first match in 5 months you’ve faced your toughest opponent to date. How’re you feeling about it?” Danny Mainer: ”Well whatever happens out there, win lose or draw you CANNOT deny that I went out there and did what I do best, fuck people up! Kudo never faced me when I was The King of Vegas, a fact I’m glad for as I’m almost certain he would’ve beaten the fuck out of me even more then he did tonight!”Kevin Anderson: “Well how’s that Danny, if you don’t mind me asking? What makes you different to Kudo Yasuda now from yourself sixth months ago when you were one of the most flashy names in wrestling! I mean, surely nothing’s changed right?” Danny laughs dryly at Kevin’s lack of awareness and proceeds to inform him. Danny Mainer: ”Well y’know what Kevin? You wanna know a little home-truth about me? Royalty is about running a kingdom, having supreme power over everyone else and I always felt there was one threat to my kingdom above all else. I’m not going to lie to you, I was SCARED of Kudo Yasuda. I’ve seen some of the mans triumphs and the balls that that man has and I used to shit one and look at the floor if I passed him in the corridor. Call me foolish, call me whatever but the man absolutely terrified me. I used to have NIGHTMARES about The Yakuza Knee, this is from the heart here. I’m not joking. Now however, tonight was different because out there I had nothing to lose and I took that man down. I took him straight back to Chinatown and Hell, I proved that fresh out of the oven I’m the best fighter. I faced my fears and it paid off, I kicked his ass all over the ring and I picked up the win. I AM the pride of ACW and once again I showed him just what I’m capable of! I butchered my fears right in the middle of the ring and I’ve never felt better!”Kevin smiles reassuringly at the over the moon Danny Mainer and he pats hi m reassuringly on the back. Kevin Anderson: “Well I have to s-“ Danny shoves Kevin’s arm off of him and roars like an African lion right in his face. Danny Mainer: ”DON’T YOU DARE… TOUCH ME.”Kevin nearly ruined his denims then and there but he managed to hold onto his bowels. He jumped in fright and shivered a little but quickly regained his composure as does Danny who starts smiling sweetly. Kevin Anderson: “Sorry Danny, my next question is this. Now that you’ve had a triumphant return to the school of hard knocks where do you go next? You’ve already beaten one of the toughest men to grace the ring and surely that must be a serious kick up the ass on restarting your career. Who’s your next challenge?” Danny Mainer: ”Well right now, I’m a little pissed off because I’ve been hearing rumours that because I trashed Ginger’s office he’s hired a specialist to come in after me. It makes me laugh that he had to bring an outsider in just to kick my ass. Surely he could’ve given Thunder Train of A.C. Evans a pay-rise to try and fail to take me down a peg. I dunno who this specialist is but he’d better think twice about the payment he’s receiving from Ginger. I’m on the edge here and know this. If anyone so much as even touches me I’ll tear their fingers off and hand them to some Asian prostitute. Y’know, like my ex? Here’s the lo-down. A lot of people are gonna’ feel the hurt I feel in my path of destruction as I cleave through ACW like a hot knife through butter. Anyone who thinks of standing in my way is going to see first hand that while I may not be the King of Vegas anymore, I AM the King of the Abattoir and that the fans, the roster and the crew-workers are all pigs. I’ve got my eyes set on a shocking prize and that 2009 is going to be MY year. Danny Mainer: REMEMBER the name.”Danny storms off cam leaving Kevin in a state of shock as we draw to black. Danny’s outlines are clear, he’s going to make waves and after already having beaten Kudo Yasuda in his first match back he’s definitely one to watch out for. As the shows go by Danny seems to be getting crazier and crazier and it’s only a matter of time before it all detonated. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:21:25 GMT -5
Segment: A straightforward interview? (Credit: BK)
It's been a while since an actual sit-down interview took place in ACW, well, as far as I am concerned anyway. Usually, the job of an interview is quick - you find your man, you ask the questions, you recieve the answers, and then you're out. Nothing too riveting usually happens to interviewers, besides the occassional rudness of the wrestlers and what that can manifest itself into, but nothing truly more. But that sort of interview wasn't exactly the way Matthew Culhane liked to do things. His idea of an interview was more of a intimiate situation, and not in the sort of getting close to a loved one with scented candles and such, but really sitting down one on one with his interviewee and asking a series of indepth questions.
Matthew Culhane works for the ACW site, posting new information of the sort and interviewing wrestlers after major events - but rarely did he find himself actually interviewing on television. His last major interview occurred more than a year ago after the aftermath of Flamingo and BK London at Heatwave in 2007. The interview saw BK London in a state we've never seen him in, a state of depression.
Little did he know that a year and a half later, he'd find himself conducting a follow up interview. It was in BK London's own dressing room in the E-Center of Salt Lake City, Utah, where the two met up. They were sitting across from one another on adjacent couches, reminiscent of the old interviews JR used to do in the attitude era.
Matthew Culhane: Well BK London, I'd like to say it's a pleasure once again to conduct this interview with you. I'm happy to see that since our last encounter, you're in a much better state of mind. Will you actually be answering questions this time?
BK London: Yes Matthew, plenty has changed since last September. I am now a three time ACW Champion, I am now a single man, and wrestling is my number one priority in life.
Matthew Culhane: I can see. Now, let's get things on a roll with the first question. It was August 7th 2008 in which the group known as OCW emerged on the ACW front. Previously, it was simply a trio consisting of you, Jake Cheng, and Stephan Russo in your fight against ACW, but then you added AC Evans and Henry McKaye to the mix. One replacement and one hundred and nineteen days later, you officially ended the OCW. Personally, from your standpoint, what do you believe contributed to the end of OCW?
BK London: Well Matthew, I belive plenty of factors contributed to it - but the main two were consistency and trust. As far as consistency goes, at the beginning it seemed we were a great unit. We all worked toward a common goal, and sometimes we accomplished our goal. Other times we didn't, but we managed to rectify the situation in the end. However, towards the end of our days, you could slowly see the activity and consistency of Henry McKaye, Starkweather, and Jake Cheng slowly deteriorating. In the end, whether you want to admit it or not, it was me carrying the entire stable. It was me carrying Jake Cheng, Starkweather, and Henry McKaye. I carried them to Hello Goodbye, and I buckled under the weight. Therefore, I decided to drop them off. All except for Jake Cheng though, since Jake has proved in the past to be able to work efficiently by himself and doesn't need to be carried at all.
Matthew Culhane: And what about the trust?
BK London: As far as the trust aspect goes, towards the end of our run - no one trusted one another. McKaye and Starkweather apparently witnessed enough of my wild outbursts and felt hesitant to continue with things. Their trust in me as their leader began to deteriorate like their consistency. Before you knew it, no longer were the five of us riding together, instead - myself and Russo would show up together. Jake, at the time, would pick up Kirsten and make his way to the arena. And McKaye and Starkweather would come at whatever time they felt like. We didn't travel together as a stable, we never worked as a stable outside of the ACW realm, and it didn't translate in our togetherness. A major factor in the downfall of OCW.
Matthew Culhane: Speaking about Stephan Russo, have you kept in contact with him since the conclusion of Hello Goodbye?
BK London: No, not at all. I wouldn't say I'm not grateful for what he did for me in the past six months, because he has been quite instrumental, but as far as I am concerned - that part of my life is over. Stephan Russo is old news. It's time to look out for number one, and number one is me.
Matthew Culhane: Alright, let's stray away from the OCW topic now. Let's talk about someone who is in your future plans. More specifically, let's talk about the man who you will be facing at Winter's Discontent for the ACW Championship - Jay Zero!
There is a pop from the crowd.
Matthew Culhane: How do you view Jay Zero as a competitor?
BK London: I'd honestly say he's a pretty average wrestler and competitor. I wouldn't entirely go out on a limb and say that nothing that he has done has impressed me, but he has done very little to impress me. Many people like to focus on the major thing he has done this year, and that's win Emperor of the Ring. That's an incredible feat, but many others fail to realize that since then he has accomplished nothing. He won the International Championship from Jake Cheng, and then lost it less than a month later. He won the Tag Team Titles with The Senator and lost it quicker than that. He was a transitional champion twice. Winning a title is one thing, but actually keeping a championship is another. If by some miracle he gets his hands on this title, how long do you think he'll actually have it for? A month? Two maybe? At Hello Goodbye, he was knocked out for half of the match and Scott Andrews took over for him. Then it was his fault that Scott Andrews was eliminated. And then it was Scott Andrews' action that helped him win the match. Unlike these fans, Jay Zero does nothing for me.
Matthew Culhane: Question. Why do you continue to downplay his accolades? Besides Thunderkiss, I believe he is the closest person to becoming a Grand Slam Champion. That includes winning the Entertainment Championship, International Championship, the Tag Team Championship - hell, he even had a lengthy stint with the Light Heavyweight Championship. Do these mean nothing to you?
BK London: They mean very little. I was the first man to accomplish this feat in ACW of winning all the titles and becoming a grand slam champion. You want to impress me? You have to go above and beyond. You have to gain legendary status. Iconic status. Jay Zero is far from becoming anything close to a legend. You know what he had the nerve to say last Monday Matthew? That I was a few months past my prime. As if I were a bottle of milk a few months past the expiration date. Implying that it was ME that was soft. As far as I am concerned, I am at the best I have ever been. Never has there been a champion more dominant than me in recent history. I'm the one main eventing the shows and putting on great matches, just as I did 2-3 years ago. I'm the one who's carrying this sorry excuse for a company, just as I did 2-3 years ago. I have been here from the start, and while wrestlers have come and gone, while everything has changed since that time - there has been one constant. And thats BK London, being THE best. Jay Zero has no RIGHT to even talk to me in that way, saying that I'm past my prime.
Matthew Culhane: London, this match has been eagerly anticipated for a while now. You and Zero have encountered one another a few times over the past year, but none of those matches have as much on the line as this. Do you believe that it will live up to the hype?
BK London: Yes. I truly do. All the fans have wanted to see Jay Zero get a shot at my championship for a while, and at the moment - I guess I am feeling the same way. I am growing anxious to face Jay Zero at Winter's Discontent not because I believe he's a great competitor, like the fans believe. Not because I believe he will give me the most competition, like the fans believe. I am anticipating this match to prove everyone wrong. To prove the fans wrong, to prove Gingerdude wrong, and to prove Jay Zero wrong most of all. He believes he belongs in the big leagues, but I'm going to show him that he just doesn't have IT yet. You know, one of my biggest moments this year was defeating Fallen Souls for the ACW Championship. To think, he had the fan's sympathy. He lost at Fallen Heroes, but then he managed to get back in the main event spot for Omega Effect. After what he went through in the month of June, he finally captured the ACW Championship at the big show - and then a little over a month later - I snatch the title away from him. Everything he worked for was taken away from him in an instant. I crushed a man's dream, I broke his spirit, and Matthew....it felt good. And nothing will feel more grand than doing the same thing to Jay Zero. Emperor of the Ring winner or not. Accomplishments or not. I will defeat Jay Zero. I will crush his dreams.
Matthew Culhane: But BK London, there is a chance that Jay Zero could take away your championship at Winter's Discontent. Just as you did to Fallen Souls at Seven Deadly Sins earlier in the year. Just as you have done on two occassions before that. You've currently reached the pinacle of your career, four and a half years into your ACW stay. So I just have one question for you, for the man who has done everything worth doing in ACW, if you do lose the championship - what's next?
There is a brief pause from BK London. And then he sits up straight rather than laying back in the chair as he was previously doing.
BK London: Matthew, the thought of losing has never occurred to me - and never will. I don't go into championship matches with the thought of losing, at all, and that has taken me this far. Losing is not an option Matthew, not when your name is BK London. At Winter's Discontent, whether Jay Zero wants to believe it or not, I will prevail. I will defeat Jay Zero and walk out Winter's Discontent just as I will walk in the year 2009 - as ACW Champion...
Those are the final words from London, and it appears the interview is over from here.
However, on the Alphatron we now see BK London's face on a television screen. Slowly the camera shot pulls out and we see none other than the No.1 Contender Jay Zero staring intently at the television, staring intently at BK London.
It seems that the interview has done nothing but continue to infuriate Jay Zero, and within the next few seconds he destroys the shot of BK London.
Kicking the television off it's stand, it falls backwards and glass shatters. Sparks fly and smoke clouds the area as Jay Zero stares down at the broken television. Without saying any words, he walks out his locker room and the segment fades out from there.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:22:37 GMT -5
“Psyche - Part 3” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss, a Double Penetration Roleplay [An eternity has passed .... or has it? FSX’s concept of time holds little meaning inside the scarred mind of Thunderkiss. Nor does his concept of normalcy (if there is such a thing). After seeing the countless traumas that made his partner into the man he is today, Fallen doesn’t quite think he can stomach another one but yet ventures onward. Besides, what choice does he have? Even if he had a chance to “pull out,” he wouldn’t know how. With his “tour guide” snug by his side, he readies himself for another stop in the sea full of memories.] FSX: You know, the fact this is the closest I'll ever be to re-enacting 'A Christmas Carol' really pisses me off..Anyway, where we headed next? “We all have a vision of a perfect world, Mr. FSX, even yourself. Prepare to see that of your partner’s. [FSX is whisked away once again by the bright light of the vagina’s opening. If he only knew what was on the other side he’d start kicking and screaming. The second he is drawn out of the light, he smells the scent of freshly cut grass. Examining his surroundings he finds row after row of well kept houses all lined with white, picket fences. What could be so horrid about this place? Now looking at the mail box in front of him, the name plastered on it provides him with his answer.] Aiden Joseph: Well, hello there Mr. Souls. Your presence warms my heart. What brings you to my humble abode, mon amie? [/color] FSX: You smashes me in the back of the head with a pipe, and apparently I'm having some kinda seizure which has sent my subconscious into your mind. The goal is to find out why you keep losing matches, which has you going through some kinda Jon Taylor-esque pouting. Now I have to talk to your homosexual self, apparently too. Right...fun. Aiden Joseph: So he’s caught on, huh? [/color] Dillon Sommers-Joseph: Daddy, who is the funny looking man? [Stepping out from behind his father’s legs is a young toddler, dressed in a sailors outfit. With a smile the size of the Grand Canyon, Aiden reaches down and lifts his son up and holds in his hand so he can get a closer look at a relic from his father’s past.] Aiden Joseph: Well son, this is Mr. Fallen Souls, a former co-worker of mine. He is one of those skummy wrestlers I was telling you about. [/color] Dillon Sommers-Jospeh: Really? Can I touch him?! Anna Sommers: Absolutely not. [All three heads turn in the direction of the house’s main door which serves as Anna’s entrance point. Dressed in a white summer dress, she is as FSX had last remembered her, beautiful. Unfortunately she also acts as he last remembered her.] Aiden Joseph: Anna dearest! We have some very unexpected company today! Do you recognize this chap?[/color] Anna Sommers: Unfortunately so. If you bring him into the house, dear, make sure to place plastic covers on any furniture he sits on. I don’t want our things getting filthy. Aiden Joseph: Will do. Oh, and a quick spray with the garden hose certainly couldn’t hurt. [/color] [Anna giggles at Aiden’s insult and blows him a kiss goodbye. Always the showman, Aiden “catches” it with his hand and places it upon his lips. FSX: Gotta say, Kiss....almost killing this woman really did make you a better person. I imagine that if she died you'd be some kinda saint. Aiden Joseph: Now where were we, oh yes, you are here on some sort of investigative quest, hm? Well, I wish I could be of help but I wouldn’t give a drop of sweat to help that neanderthal who sent you here. I so despise him and while we are on the subject, you as well. You see Fallen, he will not achieve his goals after taking away mine, and if it wasn’t for your interference, he wouldn’t even be aware of my interference. Now I ask you Mr. Souls, are you aware of limbo? [/color] FSX: Damn straight I am! I'm incredibly flexible, it comes with years of wrestling. I never hit the pole! Aiden Joseph: Your comedic wit earns you no credence here. Let me connect the dots for you, dolt. When one’s conscious travels out their body for an extended period of time they risk the chance of not returning to it. Considering how I disposed of you not once, I would venture to bed they will be sticking a feeding tube down your comatose body by morning. [/color] FSX: Which would be much more satisfying then listening to an effeminate asshole complain. Honestly, I'd love to drop into a coma and go brain dead if it meant I could leave. Still..doesn't seem very ideal. So, Kiss...send me out of your brain.! Come on! I'm ready to go! Aiden Joseph: Oh, he won’t be able to hear you now, “buddy.” [/color] FSX: Such bullshit I have to put up with. Yet do I get any respect for it? Am I remembered in a positive life for all those I've helped? No. I just get to listen to some jackass version of some asshole who might of given me brain damage just so I could help him stop losing matches. So fucked up. Seriously. This is ridiculous. [Staring up at the lifeless, non-existant sky, it was evident he wouldn't escape this place by simply complaining. No, he had to do something cheap and cheesy. Figures.[/i] FSX: SERIOUSLY, END THIS NOW! KISSSSSSSSSS!! [FSX screams out for his wake up call and it appears that his efforts prove to be successful or perhaps just good timing. His body slowly becomes transparent as he begins to travel back to his own body where he’ll assuredly be thinking, “there is no place like home.” Upon seeing the “interloper” embark on his return trip, Aiden’s ire becomes drawn out but thankfully will have nothing to lash out upon today.] Aiden Joseph: NO!!!!! [/color]! [Aiden’s scream quickly gets replaced by the sound of another voice and a more comforting one at that. Slowly FSX’s eyes open and a blurred image of Thunderkiss slowly becomes sharper with each passing second. While this gives him a sensation of relief, this view is one he hopes he never has to repeat.] Thunderkiss: So what did you find out?! FSX: Oh good, I'm back! Now then... ~!~CRACK~!~ [The knuckles of FSX thrust themselves into the face of Thunderkiss, staggering him into a nearby wall.] Thunderkiss: Argh! FSX: That's for hitting me. You got off easy...bastard. Seriously, you have no idea how angry I am...Anyway, second. Thunderkiss: Yeah?FSX: You have fucking ISSUES! [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:23:14 GMT -5
Segment: Straws pulled at random (Credit: XS3)
We cut into a darkened room. There are no lights, no people, nothing for the time being. Just then, the sounds of footsteps become ever so evident. They finally stop and a light suddenly illuminates the room, the source of it being a dirty light bulb. We can clearly see XS3, donned in his ring attire for his match with Chris Williams tonight. He doesn't look up at the camera yet.
XS3: For eight years, I have had to force myself out of bed to look at myself in the mirror. There have been days when I hated I saw and others when I was proud of what I had done in the long run. I'm only a couple of years short from looking into the mirror for a decade now and needless to say, the reactions have always stayed the same. Sometimes, it's hate and disgust coupled with voices mocking me telling me I'll never amount to anything. Other times, there's a small hint of reassurance and people telling me that everything's going to be okay. However, with a current situation about to boil over, that mirror is developing a mouth and my reflection is screaming at me to wake the fuck up and do my job.
XS3 finally looks up at the camera and you can see his eyes full of many mixed emotions, coupled with weeks, if not years, of frustration.
XS3: And it's all because of one man. To the casual person, he is Aiden Bryce Joseph. To everyone who has had their lives ruined by this man, he is Thunderkiss. Now picture this if you will. How does a family man with a decent-paying job succumb to the will of a steroid abuser? It's simple. When a man's family is attacked, humiliated and scarred, there is little to nothing they can do except fight back for their family's honor. When pride is lost, all that remains is instinct. We're only human. It's in our nature to defend our loved ones to the death. Thunderkiss has no nature like that, however. All he wishes to focus on is his own selfish agenda, complete with prostitution, debauchery, lies and a purpose on mocking the company that put him on the map. What Thunderkiss and his world champion-turned-henchman Fallen Souls wish to do is make a mockery of the ACW Tag Team Championship. They want to defile the sport of professional wrestling by turning it into their own twisted playground. But they face two particular speed bumps on the way to their destiny: Thunder Train and XS3.
A small yet familiar expression, affectionately titled "The Smirk", creeps across XS3's face and now we begin to see a small hint of self-confidence.
XS3: No more will the fans call out to these two clowns. No more will my wife and I be forced to suffer unto Thunderkiss. No more will Train be called a turncoat. Train is anything but a turncoat. While the fans may not agree with his actions, Train is an outstanding partner and more of a friend than Thunderkiss ever dreamed of being. When push comes to shove, I am confident in the abilities of the Road Steelers. Train and I will give 150%… Maybe we'll push the boundaries and give 500%… And just like the beginning of the universe, there will be nothing. There will be no more 4-0. All that will come out of Double Penetration's side of the battlefield is a 4-1. We shall give Thunderkiss his first loss in terms of title matches and walk away from the battle with our heads held high and tag team gold around our waists.
XS3 looks down at the ground before he slowly raises his tag team title in the air.
XS3: And Double Penetration, since I know you two are sitting on your La-Z-Boy sofas, potato chip crumbs strewn all over your shirts, beer cans spilled to the floor in disbelief, know this. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. And based on that logic combined with all the suffering Thunderkiss has caused my family, my friends and myself, then call me fucking invincible. And that's not destiny, that's not fate, that's just the way it is.
And with those words, XS3 grabs at the cord dangling from the light bulb and switches it off, effectively darkening the room and ending the promo.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:23:44 GMT -5
Segment: Bodhi (Credit: Bodhi Mara)
A pair of bright red lips appear on the screen before us. Slowly the camera pulls away to reveal a painted face, joker-esque. The eyes of the painted face stare directly into the soul of the camera.
?: Hello fans of ACW, remember me? Last time I appeared before you, I told a little story. I didn’t think anyone would mind, it’s not like this is much of a wrestling show with all the “hilarious” skits, and other various segments which are Movie-esque in length. Don’t worry though I won’t be boring you with a lot of unnecessary drivel, not my style. I prefer sub-text and being to the point.
The man with the painted face smiles mischievously.
?: You know it’s very appropriate that ACW resides in Salt Lake tonight. I hear the people around here enjoy being led to the slaughterhouse around here. If you didn’t notice I would prefer to carve the butcher. Your leaders are lying to you, but, they don’t even know that they’re lying. They honestly believe what they say. They don’t think about it, they just do it. As do you. Don’t worry, I’ve done the thinking for most of you. And, I don’t mind if you question what I say, as a matter of fact I hate sheep. Infuse a little knowledge into yourself, go ahead. It’s knowledge that is already there, you just haven’t found it. My name is Bodhi Mara. I encourage you to find that knowledge, and raise it up above everything else. Don’t follow me, just allow me to show you.
BODHI
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:24:11 GMT -5
Segment: Tick - Tock.. (Credit: Zero) Returning to ACW Warfare, live tonight in Salt Lake City's E-Center, we find ourselves opening up to the shot of a big, luxurious office. As the bleak, greyscale screen comes alive and brightens, the camera begins to turn where we automatically find Chairman Gingerdude sitting down at his desk. But he isn't alone. Standing across from the desk is an irate Jay Zero. The crowd cheers as the scene opens up, but no amount of support is going to put a smile on that face at the moment... he needs more satisfaction than that. Meanwhile, the Chairman looks down at his desk, his tongue pushing up on his upper lip, looking for the words to say to Zero who impatiently waits, already in a foul mood.Chairman Gingerdude: ...Zero.. Jay looks over at the Chairman, his eyes barely visible past the thick layers of eye shadow and mascara. But under all of the masked-on make up, we truly see frustration in the eyes of the World Title challenger. He drops down, taking a seat in front of the desk and runs his hand through the side of his hair, continuing to glare at the Chairman who thinks carefully of the way to put his words.Chairman Gingerdude: Zero, please don't take this personally. Really. I just want to know how confident you really are that you think you can actually stand toe to toe with BK London. The crowd boos at Gingers lack of faith in Zero who in result closes his eyes shut and scrunches his face tight, snarling in the process. He grits his teeth together, and it begins to seem as if he's ready to just blow.Chairman Gingerdude: If you're not sure! Then just don't do it! Sure you got adrenaline pushing you and you feel like you need to stand up for yourself, but let's be frank here Zero, last Thursday didn't fare too well with you. BK made you look like a fool! First he takes you out early on in the night, then afterwards, you're the one running down to get some revenge only to be kicked in the bloody head! Zero, I'm serious here. If you're not completely honest with yourself, then this match may be an embarrassment. If you're not sure, don't go through with it. No need to worry! I still have the contract here and the match hasn't happened so everything's fine! We can just hand the contract right back over to you and you can save it until there's a time that's more -- well, a time that poses a more opportune moment for you to capitalize! And until then, don't worry about it. I'm sure I can easily find another contender to go up against BK at Winters Discontent! The crowd continues to boo at the Chairman, and Jay Zero just buries his face within the palms of his hands. Clearly he's frustrated.Chairman Gingerdude: So, just go ahead and think about it, okay? Plus - you got a match later on against Thunder Train so maybe a good fight with the big man can help you clear your mind, alright? Maybe I can talk Scott out of that International title stuff and get him to-- Zero: That's... IT! Having heard enough, Zero jumps to his feet, pushing his chair back in the process. In great agony of letting the Chairman talk to him this way, the irate Jay Zero breaks out. Zero: I'm sick of having to listen to people like you! I'm sick of being spit on Ginger! Chairman Gingerdude: What? Spit on? Jay I never-- Zero: No! SHUT UP! The Chairman looks quite taken back by the sudden attitude that Zero's giving him.Chairman Gingerdude: Excuse me... I'm the boss here. You don't EVER tell me to "shut up!" Zero: Yeah well last time I checked, you're only the boss around here because JAY ZERO saved your company, and your ass at Hello Goodbye! The crowd "Ooooh's" as Jay Zero calls out the Chairman who reluctantly then shuts his mouth as Zero goes on. Zero: So right now, you should be praising me! That's right! ME! JAY ZERO! Not Scott Andrews! Scott had his chance Ginger, and he blew it! He made the mistake of using his title match too soon, NOT ME! He knew exactly where he stood after losing to me at Heatwave, but no, he went on, and he blew his shot! That aint happening to me! I rose through the ranks, and I paved my own road to this title shot! I went through anybody and everybody to win that Emperor of the Ring tournament, and I went through hell to make sure that ACW lived to see another day! So Ginger, right now you ought to be backing me up right now! You better show some respect and have faith in the man that not only killed OCW, but will soon take back the top prize that you cherish the most in ACW! I know that this is my opportunity, and I am 100% certain that at Winters Discontent, BK London will have much more to deal with than some little pushover like Scott Andrews! A swift kick in the nuts doesn't change anything! And BK clawing my eyes out just to kick me in the head doesn't either! As far as I'm concerned, BK hasn't seen ANYTHING yet! You hear me, Ginger?! Keep the goddamn contract and keep my title match the way it is!
I've been making an impact since the day I signed my ACW contract... --so just you wait. Hell, BK ought to be watching too. If it's another impact that you're all looking for, then just wait...
I'll show you. Heh...Heh hah hah! I'll show you all! As Zero leans over the desk, warning the Chairman to watch, we can only wonder what it is that he's willing to do. These past few days, he's been on the opposite end of where he wants to be, receiving the short end of the stick each and every time. Tonight he squares off against the 300 plus pound Thunder Train... If it's an impact they want, it's an impact they'll get.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:25:30 GMT -5
Match 4: Chris Williams vs. XS3 (Credit: TK) ..::ACW::.. XS3 VS. CHRIS WILLIAMS..::WARFARE::.. Time limit: 20 MinutesReferee: Carter Donovan-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Hand Banana! – www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAuCJia-W_Q&feature=related *- XS3Age: 28 Height: 6'6" Weight: 268 lbs. Hometown: Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada Chris WilliamsAge: 23 Height: 6'3" Weight: 230 lbs. Hometown: Detroit, Michigan 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 finally deciding to head down the ramp, high-flving some fans along the way. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and stands on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air before hopping down onto the canvas.
As “Headstrong” by Trapt is booming from the speakers, strobe lights adorning the stage light up like wildfire, flashing along to every beat. The crowd noise is quickly rising, as they see Chris Williams emerge from backstage, ready to face his biggest challenge in ACW to date. As he runs to the ring, slapping hands with fans, the cheering grows louder. He rolls into the ring, and walks into his corner..~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: XS3's victory over Thunderkiss has him in highly confident mood, but Williams is also out to make a point in this match . After some trash talking in the middle of the ring, Williams shows he will not back down to the ACW Veteran by getting up close and personal, to the extent that he is almost in his foe’s face. XS3 responds with a hard right hand that lands square on Williams’ jaw. Surprised by the force, Williams staggers back to the ropes and XS3 rushes him. This proves to be a mistake as Williams ducks down and back body drops XS3 straight out of the ring. It takes XS3 just a few seconds to collect his marbles and crawl back into the ring. The moment he does he is greeted by Williams who hits him with a big RUNNING SPEAR! XS3 crumbles down to the mat and Williams nips up and puts a few boots into his back for added measure. Heading to the middle rope, Williams is intent that his good start will continue as he performs his DIVING CROSS BODY! The MOVE hits with tremendous force just as XS3 is getting up, and Williams rises with a handful of XS3 for good measure. On Irish whip later, Williams is heading into the corner for a big running elbow, but XS3 puts the boots up at the last second! Williams stumbles back to the middle of the ring where he gasps for air and XS3 gets himself back into the match up with a well placed spear of his own! MATCH MIDPOINT: XS3 begins to pour the offense on as we hit our match’s midpoint. Using his power advantage, he lifts Williams up into the air with the FINAL FATE! The vertical suplex hits on target and XS3 rolls off his opponent’s body and readies himself for another attack. Latching onto Williams the moment he is on his feet, XS3 takes him back down to the mat with a CLOSING MOMENT! His belly to belly suplex would make even Scott Steiner proud and it is followed by a traditional mid match rest hold - a headlock. XS3 cinches down on the headlock repeatedly and Williams has to fight to his feet. Slowly but surely Williams makes it to the vertical and uses two quick elbow strikes to free himself of the submission move! With a striking knee, Williams knocks XS3 off balance long enough to hook up and deliver a VERTICAL SUPLEX! With great skill, Williams uses his own strength to turn the pair of them over in mid-air so that instead of landing back-first, the move drives XS3's nose right into his head against the canvas, and Williams has just the thing to continue the combo. Pushing his body upwards, Irvine gets nailed a second time with a superkick straight to the side of his head. XS3 now lays prone on the canvas and Williams smells blood. Leaping onto his opponent, he hooks his leg hoping for a three count, but only gets a two. The XS3 fans in attendance jump to their feet as their hero lives to see another day. In response, Williams smacks the mat in his frustration which takes us to the match’s climax. MATCH ENDING: Williams maintains control as we head into our final minutes but XS3 is certainly not making matters easy for him. As Williams tries to place XS3 on the top rope, XS3 struggles his way out of the move with a well place foot to Williams’ face. Williams crashes down on top of the top rope, racking himself in the process! Irvine leaps down and takes control of the rope and begins to bounce his opponent’s body on it, causing much discomfort. After the ride is over, Williams falls down onto the padded concrete. Though it is softened, it still causes quite the sting. Williams remains motionless on the outside and it’s time for XS3 to hit the skies! Hitting the back ropes, he gets enough momentum to launch himself over the top rope for a no hands suicide dive! The PHOENIX POUNCE knocks the wind right out of Williams’ shoulders. XS3 quickly picks up his fallen opponent and rolls him into the ring. He quickly joins him and takes a corner, a sure sign for the SHADOW STEP! The crowd rises in approval and watch on as XS3 rams Williams’ midsection with his shoulder once more! Though he fought valiantly, it would be a miracle if Williams could somehow kick out of this one. As Carter Donovan crouches down onto the mat, his fans await just that. Sadly, a miracle for Williams will not come... at least not today. ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: XS3!
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