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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:26:11 GMT -5
Segment: The 4 o'clock rolling into Salt Lake.... (Credit: Zero) Bright lights and a buttery aroma of freshly popped popcorn is what fills the air here backstage in the E-Center. The busy hallways create a noisy scene as we find ACW fans lined up at concession stands or merchandise kiosks, all fighting over their favorite superstars t-shirts that are left in stock... and not to our surprise, we can see many younger boys and girls wearing Double Penetration t-shirts: What good parenting... Anyways. As the shot continues on, we begin to notice many fans turning their focus now towards a man that's being escorted by two security guards through the hallway. They turn and start yelling, pushing towards receiving an autograph, but times a factor here and this mans got places to be! As the security pushes fans back, we find that the man is none other than.... Kevin Anderson?Kevin: Yes, sorry! Sorry! Next time! Leaving the people in disappointment, Kevin exits the main area that the fans all have access through. Stepping through a "Staff only" door that is now guarded by the two big, burly security guards that was following Kevin, Kevin sighs a bit of relief after having to go out to talk to somebody up in the management office of the arena. All is back to normal now though as he goes down the small flight of stairs to take him down into the real backstage area of the arena. He walks down the hallway a bit, not really knowing that he's on camera. As he passes several workers, he nods his head and smiles, being a kind gentlemen. From that point, in the corner of Kevin's eye he spots somebody. For a brief second they walk out of a room and then turn down the hallway, but Kevin breaks into a quick jog-walk to catch up, seeing if it's who he thinks it is. As Kevin rounds the corner in a swift fashion, we find Jay Zero stopped at a coined beverage machine picking up a bottle of water that has just dropped down into the shoot. As he bends down to pick it up, Kevin straightens out his sports coat and approaches Zero.Kevin: Hey there Zero! Zero: What? He looks up, glancing over towards Kevin where he then nods his head and takes a deep breath. With a quick, firm twist he pops the cap and breaks the seal on the water bottle before responding to Kevin. Zero: ...Oh, it's you. Yeah, hey Kev. Kevin: We haven't really talked in a while! Do you mind if I maybe ask some questions? In his ring attire, Zero looks as if he was in the middle of preparing for his match with Thunder Train. He looks away, as if to think about how much time he has.Kevin: It won't be that long, I swear! Zero sighs and reluctantly gives in. Zero: Fine. Whatcha got for me, Kevin? Kevin: Ok, cool! Well first off, seeing as how it has been a while since we've last talked - I was wondering just exactly what's up with the Senatorial Stable? It's like since you and Senator lost your tag team titles, the group just fell apart! And if it weren't for the Wargames, it's like you all would be even farther apart than you are now! Zero: Well Kevin, you know how it is around here. People work their asses off, but sometimes things just happen, right? Senator's been caught up in all of this busy work so he hasn't really shown his face too much around here. And the same with AC Evans. Some personal business has come up with him, so -- yeah, I wouldn't even expect to see him here on ACW television for a while! The crowd all watching on the Alphatron boos as Zero explains the absence of the Senatorial Stable and the lack of AC Evans in future shows. Zero: But don't count us out just yet Kevin. Senator may be caught up in some stuff, but I do believe he's been talking over with some possible clients to soon join with the stable! Kevin: Really? Well the more Senatorial Stable, the better! Now skipping around, I'm sorry. Of course, as my job as an interviewer, I just have to ask you the question - Why did you choose to use the Emperor of the Ring contract? Why not wait until an opportune moment like the Chairman mentioned earlier on tonight? Zero shakes his head and blows out a big puff of air, clearly agitated by the question.Kevin: I mean, don't you think BK has really gotten a few over on you now? Whose to say that won't just be a wasted chance then! We saw you kick in that television set earlier on in the evening -- it's like BK's just having fun with you! How do-- Zero [Interrupting] : Kevin I swear, you're just like the rest! You're just like Ginger! I used my contract because this IS the opportune moment! Stephan Russo is gone! OCW is dead! And why exactly is that Kevin Anderson? Because Russo just decided to give it up? Because there was no progress being made? No! OCW is dead because JAY ZERO pinned BK London 1-2-3! I put the stake in the heart of Stephan Russo's dream! I'm the reason why ACW is here on this very day! This is the day that Jay Zero reigns supreme! BK may have gotten the upper hand, but enough is enough! This is my moment, Kevin! I'm ready! I'm ready to fight, and if BK wants to fight dirty, then hell, I'm ready to do that too! BK isn't so bad, y'know! So what if he's been the Champion since the beginning of summer! I don't care! The fact of the matter is, BK may have the experience on me, but in the end, I'm gonna be the one who wants it more! And if you people honestly don't believe that I can do it, then just you watch! Tonight when I go up against Thunder Train, you'll see why I'm the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Title! Kevin: Well speaking of Thunder Train - Jay, don't you think that's a bit more than to bargain for? I mean, you're nearly 200 pounds, but that man is over 360 pounds! Zero shakes his head and licks his lips. Zero: Kevin .... Three Hundred and Sixty pounds doesn't intimidate me! In fact, it only makes this a sweeter deal! Y'see, no matter how large the man is, it doesn't take away the fact that all he'll ever be is a giant prop that Thunderkiss dragged around until he got sick of dragging him around! Now, all he does is weigh down RSX3 on top of the shoulders of Jake Steele and XS3! Any seeing as how I'm not totally in the best mood because of people like Gingerdude and you, Kevin Anderson - I plan to cut the fat from ACW for good! 360 pounds may sound like a challenge to you all.. but to me? To me it sounds like a bigger impact! Zero raises his eyebrows and scrunches up his mouth as he turns his back to Kevin and the vending machine. He walks off the scene, leaving Kevin Anderson by himself. We keep hearing all this talk about impact. Zero has promised Ginger, and now Kevin. He's told us all, most importantly BK London to watch... but watch for what? What exactly is running through Jay Zero's head at the moment, and what does he plan on doing to Thunder Train? But nonetheless, Zero cannot count out the fact that Thunder Train is still a very strong competitor. How will things fare for the contender? Stay tuned, the main event is coming up soon.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:28:01 GMT -5
Segment: What you talking about Williams! Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams
As the camera cuts backstage, Chris Williams sits in a chair in the dressing rooms, holding an ice pack to the back of his head, looking a bit sore after his loss against XS3, but at the same time, proud of the fact he was able to stand up to the more experienced veteran of ACW. He wipes the sweat from his brow, before throwing it to one side and picking up a bottle of water. Before he can take a drink though, the door opens. Chris turns his attention to the entrance, and a grin seeps across his face.
Dave Tyler walks over to him, arms folded and a grin on his face. As he approaches, Chris pushes up out of the chair and stands up, gaining a bit of height over the smaller Tyler.
Chris: Dave.
Dave: Chris. Saw the match and thought I’d come by and tell you that I was impressed and that you did well out there tonight. Congratulations.
Chris: I still didn’t finish the job, but thanks anyway.
Dave: No prob.
Dave turns to leave, but Chris continues to stay standing, keeping his eye on Dave. As he thought, Dave wasn’t finished; The Candyman turns back round, his smile starting to fade.
Dave: One other thing Chris.
Chris: Yeah?
Dave: I was talking to some people who said that you’ve been saying things about me and I just thought that if you have something you need or want to say that perhaps now would be a good time to say them.
Chris: I have no idea what you’re getting at, to be honest. I mean, all I did last week was come down to the ring to give you a pep talk and suddenly we’re bickering and you’re doing stupid things like challenging BK….
Dave: Stupid? What’s wrong Chris? I thought we were the future of this company?
Chris: Yeah. You’re damn right we are. We both have the potential to be huge here. But not if we screw it up before we even get started….
Dave: Well, that’s what I was after Chris. I wanted to prove something out there. I wanted to prove that we… I am the future of this business.
Chris: And I completely understand that, man. I know that we both have what it takes.
Dave: Well then, why have I been hearing things about you saying I don’t have what it takes to succeed here?
Chris: Woah, what are you talking about?
Dave: I’ve heard. You saying I can walk the walk but can’t talk the talk?
Chris: Dave, I’ll tell you right now that that is total horseshit. If I had something to say, I’d say it… I’m not the type of guy that goes behind backs. I don’t know who you’ve been talking to, but those were not my words. Granted, you’re win loss record hasn’t been stellar, but that’s something you just need to work on and that I know you….
Suddenly, Chris stumbles back, his head turned sideward, reeling from a slap to the jaw. He smirks and laughs a little bit, before putting a hand up to his mouth. He pulls it back, checking for blood.
Dave: Thing is Chris, I’ve been thinking? Perhaps there is something missing here? Perhaps in order to become the future of ACW, the two of us need to work something out and see who is the better of the two?
Chris: Fine by me Dave. If that’s what it’s going to take to end your little bout of paranoia…
Again, Chris is smacked directly in the face by Tyler. Chris’ blood is boiling now, not giving a damn about the consequences….
Chris: You know, maybe you DON’T have what it takes to be here. If you’re taken in this easily by someone’s mind games, maybe you really don’t belong. Grow up.
Dave throws yet another shot at Williams’ face. Chris sidesteps Tyler’s arm this time and fires a full punch to the side of Dave’s head, forcing him to stumble back. Dave looks stunned as he holds his head, but the stunned moment doesn’t last long. Dave pulls back and throws a punch of his own, and suddenly Chris and Dave are throwing wild shots, grabbing on to each other and pulling each other down to the ground, trying to get some shots in. They roll round on the ground, each trying to mount the other for a successful attack, but both equally matched and thus not getting much of an advantage.
Hearing the ruckus, several ACW staff members come rushing in to the room; referees, road agents and even some wrestlers all start trying to pry the two off each other. Dave and Chris kick and punch out at each other as they are pulled apart and Dave is carried out of the room. Chris is held back, staring after him with a little trickle of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth….
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:28:24 GMT -5
”A Lovers’ Lament” Credit: Danny Mainer Danny Mainer: ”Honey I’m home!”Danny Mainer’s voice echoes out as he pushes through the front door into his middle-class Vegas apartment. He laughs at his own little joke as he walks into the main area of the apartment with a big-ass cast on his compacted arm. Clearly, the man is in an insane amount of pain due to his compacted arm but he’s willing himself not to scream like a bitch. Anyone who looked closely into Danny’s eyes at this point would realize he’s not quite himself. If you stared into the eyes of The King you’d see that what was once there is no longer and he seems so very far away. Danny cocks an eyebrow when he realizes the lack of a running tackle hug or a big ol’ peck on the face and he seems a bit worried. He looks around the kitchen area and suddenly a cold chill rushes up his back. Unusual, as Caitlynn ALWAYS has the heating on… even when she’s out Danny starts to zone a little as he walks through the kitchen looking for something, anything to indicate recent presence but he’s greeted with nothing. In fact, it seems that the apartment has been untouched since he last came here. The stack of dishes that he forgot to wash before leaving for ACW island are still there, albeit a damn-sight grungier. The surfaces look like they haven’t seen a wash in donkeys years and when he flicks on the light it takes a few seconds for them to warm up. Danny Mainer: ”What… the fuck?”He wanders into the lounge and sees that again it’s completely undisturbed, like human life on earth had been eradicated as we know it and Danny was just wandering through the husk of an alien society. The remote control for the TV which had formed its own niche in the arm of the leather couch had since fallen off onto the floor, the batteries having sprung out and being left on the side. This wasn’t good, this wasn’t good at all. Suddenly, a violent buzzing erupts in his pocket as his ring tone “Man Machine” by Kraftwerk blares out of his pocket. DER MAN MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHINE MACHIIIIIIIINE! MACHIIIIIIIINE! Danny nearly jumps out of his skin as the German electro artist echoes out of his phone. He pulls the phone out of his pocket and flips it open. Danny’s heart literally fills up with a great amount of sickness and worry. He reaches for the remote inserting the batteries and finally switching on the TV. He presses play on the remote and it automatically switches to the channel synched up with the tape player. The machine grinds a little and finally the picture is revealed. It’s Caitlynn, lying on Danny’s bed scrunched up in a ball who looks like she’s seen better days. Her eyes don’t have bags as such, more potato sacks and through the sleeveless shirt she’s wearing you can see a morbid gallery of cuts and scars across her arm. This one lone image mortifies Danny. Caitlynn Dufraisne: ”Danny… I need to say something to you and it breaks my heart I can’t bring myself to say it to your face. Believe me Danny, I love you more then anything else in the world for who you are but since Thunderkiss destroyed your arm you’re not yourself anymore. You’ve become almost a completely different person. You’ve become obsessed with revenge, you’d never look me in the eye when I saw you in the hospital and you’d go on great big monologues about how you’re going to tear Jake Steele’s throat out and saw off TK’s legs and all other horrible stuff. I love you and I always will but right now I’m in too deep and I need out.. I have to go. I’m sorry it has to be like this. I know I’ve ran out on you before and it really destroys me to do it again but I have no other choice…”She sniffs trying to choke back the welling tears slowly stemming from her eyes, resistance is futile however and soon the eyeliner starts to run around her eyes as big, salty, juicy tears run down her bony little cheeks. Danny feels himself welling up inside too just watching this. Caitlynn Dufraisne ”I’ve taken most of the money from the safe but I’ve left you thirty thousand dollars for you to do as you will. I’ve made my escape and the chances of you finding me are like finding a pin on a red giant… maybe one day in the future this will all be right again and we can live together and be happy like we always were. It’s that dream that’s kept me alive… but I know it’ll never happen. I love you Danny, I really do.”And with that, Dimitri Rubrev; Danny’s old Russian manager walks on and starts to hug her reassuringly. Dimitri Rubrev: ”There there, let it all out my sweet.”And with the final shot of Dimitri’s back to the camera and Caitlynn staring dead into Danny’s soul the tape stops and ejects itself leaving Danny a shivering and pale mess on the couch. His blood has frozen solid and his heart feels like he’s about to throw up. Quick as a flash, Danny puts his boot through the glass of the coffee table before sprinting to the bathroom. He slams the door shut behind him leaving the final shot of the door and the soundscape of Danny puking violent in the mind of ACW. Danny Mainer: ”YOU FUCKING WHORE!”FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:28:54 GMT -5
Segment: Inexperience is a bitch at times Credit: Josh Robertson
As another edition of ACW:Warfare nears its end we cut to a shot of the backstage area once more, this time the camera opens up in the locker room of an ACW superstar that we have already seen on more than one occasion tonight. It is the locker room of Josh Robertson. Robertson hasn't had the best of luck tonight, he started off by going down to the ring and demanding Jake Cheng join him, only to receive no response whatsoever from the man who had cheated him out of a win the week earlier. Then his luck went bad from worse when he decided to go off and find Cheng himself, only to be outsmarted by the ACW Grandslam Champion and ended up paying for it by being knocked out cold thanks to a little help from a steel chair. So, really, it's no surprise to see that Robertson has a face of thunder - and an icepack held to the back of his head - as he leans back in his chair blankly gazing at the ceiling with his eyes closed. Wright on the other hand seems a bit more relaxed as he scans through a broadsheet newspaper. Deciding he should probably try to make conversation he lowers the newspaper slightly to speak.
Bill Wright: You know Josh, you can't exactly blame anyone but yourself for getting jumped by Cheng. I have warned you countless times - as well as tonight in the ring - how Cheng and other people here in ACW operate, yet still you let your hot headedness get the best of you. They may not be able to wrestle a match to save their lives, but that doesn't mean outside of the ring you can just waltz around carelessly and expect not to get into trouble.
Wright frowns sternly, folding up the newspaper and dropping it onto the floor beside him. Robertson takes a moment to react, but eventually he sits up properly and opens his eyes to look at Wright.
Josh Robertson: What else was I supposed to do? What that piece of scum pulled last Thursday was not just an embarrassment to me, or you for that matter, it was an embarrassment to the real professional wrestling industry that it was allowed to take place. He showed tonight that he did not have the backbone to back up his actions, so how else do you propose I was going to be able to put things right? He is nothing more than the other fakes in this company, and after what he did it is better he is dealt with sooner rather later.
Robertson looks like he feels he is being unfairly victimised as he finishes speaking.
Bill Wright: For one, if you had actually listened to me and not decided to go off on your own we wouldn't even be in this predicament right now. You may be one of the best students I have ever trained, and be eager to rid this industry of those who are destroying it, but there is one thing you are missing and that is experience. Josh, I have seen everything happen in this industry over the years, and unfortunately I have experienced what kind of company ACW is first hand. Let me tell you, if I say something it is for a reason. Tonight is the prime example of why you shouldn't try to go out of your depth.
As Wright speaks with hint of both truth and coldness in his voice, Robertson doesn't seem to be appreciating the slightly patronising tone in his voice.
Josh Robertson: I would hardly call it going out of my depth to go and find someone to confront them face to face.
Bill Wright: Oh? What if you did manage to find him but he was with BK London? What did you plan on doing then?
Robertson knows deep down that what Wright is saying right but has too much pride to admit he was wrong even to his mentor.
Josh Robertson: The same thing I planned on doing once I managed to find Cheng; bait his ego into agreeing to another match.
As Wright stands up and paces slowly across the room Robertson stares at him awaiting a response.
Bill Wright: Realistic enough...in a real wrestling company that is. What you seemingly fail to realise though is that in ACW that isn't how things work. Effectively, there are no rules or regulations, the people here do as they please. As much as you may hate to admit it, your inexperience and naivety showed tonight. If you want to get the chance to make Cheng pay for making this industry look like a joke, then listen to me and let us do things my way on Monday.
Wright turns to Robertson who is considering how to respond. After several moments of deliberation Robertson replies with a strained expression on his face.
Josh Robertson: Fine, we will do it your way if it means that Cheng will be laying on the canvas just like Trixer at the end of the night.
A very rare smirk appears on the face of Wright.
Bill Wright: Oh he will, you can count on that, Josh.
The camera slowly fades out as Josh relaxes back into his chair again and Wright continues to pace around the room.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:30:50 GMT -5
“Slammin’ in Salt Lake!” Credit: Thunder Train, FSX & Thunderkiss [Welcome to round 2 of the weekly annual “Saturday Night Slam Master” contest! As of now, Thunderkiss is a perfect 1-0 in this event. Will his steak continue tonight? There is only one way to find out and that’s to head down to the ring! Standing there with microphone in hand is the public address man for this event, William Charles Wilcox. Beside him is a very determined looking Thunderkiss who is obviously playing the crowd once again. After last week it is very apparent that this is nothing more than a stagged publicity stunt as the “contestant” was none other than FSX dressed in a sumo fat suit.] William Charles Wilcox: Last week, the Saturday Night Slam Master made short work of Little Rock’s finest. Will Salt Lake City fare any better? Thunderkiss: Come on Willy, bring out tonight’s victim, I’m ready!W.C.W.: I know you are big man, but first let’s tell tonight’s audience what’s up for grabs. Each week that a contestant fails to not be slammed by the master, 50 thousand dollars will be added to the prize money. Currently the pot is at a cool one-hundred thousand dollars! Fame and fortune will certainly be in order for the man who cannot be lifted, but the question remains, is there such a man? Thunderkiss: Willy! Quit yer blabbing, I said bring the next man out! [The crowd noise shakes the very foundation of the arena as out steps the only man bigger in ACW than Thunderkiss, his ex-body guard Thunder Train! His facial expression is a mixture of both amusement and vindication where as Thunderkiss’ is one of shock! Both he and Wilcox try to make sense of this turn of events which certainly was not on tonight’s agenda.] W.C.W.: This wasn’t in the plans! I promise! It was supposed to be FSX again! Thunderkiss: Well, where is he?! - MEANWHILE BACKSTAGE - [On the Alpha Tron comes an image from the backstage area that will solve this riddle. There, the locker room of Double Penetration has turned into a parking lot as a forklift has taken residence in front of their door. On the other side of the door a very frantic FSX can be heard as he tries to find a way out of this makeshift prison.] The Monestrous Mormon (FSX): Some one let me out! I’m trapped! - BACK IN THE RING - [The Train has come to a stop inside his regular station, the ring. Chest to chest with Thunderkiss, he shows absolutely no fear as he bends his head so that he can look his former boss dead in the eyes.] Thunder Train: Slam this.Thunderkiss: You don’t want any of this, brother! Thunder Train: Not only do I want all of it, I’m going to come back for seconds. OM NOM!Thunderkiss: Your funeral! [He’s had enough of being shown up. With two hard losses driving him, Thunderkiss assails Thunder Train with relentless punches. Blow after blow finds its way into Thunder Train’s face and he quickly changes his posture to a more defensive position. This leaves his stomach wide open and TK’s boot goes sailing right into his abdomen, bending him over.] Maxwell McNally: Thunderkiss is REALLY taking it to Thunder Train! “Fast” Eddie Edison: He tried to warn him! [With a wide open shot, Thunderkiss measures Train up for the ultimate blow. However in doing so, he takes far too much time and his Goodnight Kiss sails over the head of a ducking Train. It is now Thunderkiss that is defenseless and Train almost jolts him out of his body with a FULL STEAM AHEAD! Stunned, Thunderkiss tries to shake the cob webs off but his efforts are too little too late as he is quickly put into an OM NOM BOMB position! His hands now on TK’s waist, Thunder Train begins to lift upwards but suddenly becomes distracted as a flash of beige hits the ring! Rolling up to her feet before him is none other than TK’s girl, JOYTOY, and she has a little gift for the “boyfriend basher.”] JOYTOY: *Pffffffffffffffffffffft*[Green mist coats Thunder Train’s very eyes and he . He staggers around the ring swinging wildly hoping that someway, somehow he will connect on Thunderkiss or Joytoy. He will find no such luck as Thunderkiss sucks in his 2nd wind and rises up from behind. After blowing a kiss to Joytoy, Thunderkiss pats his biceps and readies himself.] Thunderkiss: Wanna bite the hand that feeds?! Go ahead! BITE THIS! [His patented Axe Bomba does exactly what it advertises and puts Train goodnight as hit collides with the back of his head.] Maxwell McNally: What a sickening collision! “Fast” Eddie Edison: I am surprised that Train’s eyes didn’t fall right out of their sockets! [The crowd is split down the middle as the Kiss Army celebrates the battle won and the RXS3 fans boo the stunning turn of events. Standing above his fallen foe, his rage overtakes Thunderkiss’ body. Come Winter’s Discontent, he will show this man no mercy, no mercy at all. Tonight he will be spared from any further discomfort for Thunderkiss sees a much higher purpose. With tonight’s “Entourage Deathmatch” main event, there is no way he would ever pass up on watching two of his most hated rivals beat up on one another. .] “Fast” Eddie Edison: Look at that look, Max! He is completely zoned out! It’s as if he is in a trance! [It takes a bit of coaxing but Wilcox and Joytoy escort Thunderkiss from the ring who is quickly showered with debris by the RXS3 faithful. From both sides paramedics lead by ACW’s own Doctor Gibson rush by the trio in their efforts to get to the fallen Train. For several minutes the arena is silent as they attend to him. The eerie still is finally broken by a standing ovation as Thunder Train rises from the canvas to fight another day, which will be coming sooner than he thinks. Though revenge is certainly on his mind it will have to wait for he has little time to shake loose the cobwebs and prepare for ACW’s number one contender.] [FADE] ========================= Segment: get to da chopppaaaaaaaa (Credit: Dan/Steele) The camera opens up with Steele being bussled into the back of a police car, with the International Champion hurling several expletives at the policemen.Steele - You bitch ass pigs! Get ya fuckin' hands off of me![/color] Despite giving up a bit of a fight, the three policemen manage to overpower Jake, and force him into the back of the police car. Steele almost smashes his head off the roof, causing him to yell out at the law enforcers.Steele - Mothafuckas![/color] Two policemen both get into the front of the car, and it's turned on, but curiously it doesn't move.Steele - Da fuck you waitin' for?[/color] The camera pans to the front of the camera, where with a grin, the Welsh Dragon Dan White stands, arms on his hips, to a huge pop from the crowds. Steele manages to wheel down his window despite his hands being cuffed, and he pokes his head out the window to his dismay.Steele - Ayo pigs! There's a british nigga with dreadlocks at my window![/color] Policeman: Can you please step out of the way, or we shall be forced to make arrest. Dan: It's alright, Gingerdude asked me to talk to Steele before you take him away. The somewhat dopey policemen look at each other and shrug their shoulders, allowing Mr. Omega Effect to take his position and speak to his man. Dan walks up to Steele's opened window, as Steele grimaces at the sight.Steele - WhatthefuckyouwantDan?Dan's grin broadensDan: Steele, don't get pissy with me boy. You're in a pretty crappy position there and I'll kick your arse if you say anything funny. The sad thing is that unlike you I know this place off the back of my hand and if I was being chased by those two pigs in the front seat, they'd more likely be caught by The Creeper than catch me. Steele - ...Who?[/color] Dan: The fact is Jakey boy, I've finally been able to talk to you! Hello, how are you? Steele looks at Dan as though he just came out of the looney bin. Fittingly, Dan makes a joke face with his eyes cross-eyed and his tongue sticking out.Steele - ...Da fuck? Is you drunk again?[/color] Dan's expression changes to more a more serious tone, as he addresses to the arrested RSX3 member.Dan: Listen. I want your International Title, and I don't care who I need to effing get through to get it, alright? Steele - I'm not givin' you shit until you learn to respect da champ. I mean seriously, what makes you think dat yo punk -[/color] Dan: - I like punk rock. Sex Pistols, The Clash, The Undertones... Steele - DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT NEGRO! I'm da champ and you... you just a has been "Danny boy". So I suggest dat you learn some respect, or da closest you'll come to my championship is da toy replica at Wal-Mart!!![/color] Dan: Oh...is that so? Dan lifts up his shirt, revealing the International title belt around his waist, much to the horror of Steele, and the cheers of the fans.Steele - How da-when da-who da-...[/color] Dan takes a step back as Steele tries to swipe for the belt with his head. Dan mocks him by curtsying in front of him.Dan: You left it as you were taken away, and I took the liberty of picking it up, boy. Steele - DAT'S MINE![/color] Dan: I could give it back, but I figured that it would be such a shame if ACW were without an International champion because the current holder was a jailbreaking drip on society. Sooo I've taken it upon my liberty to call myself the Interim, self-proclaimed NEW ACW International Champion! Take him away, boys! Before Steele can react, the car begins to speed off, and Steele frantically looks between the driver and Dan, still wearing the belt.Steele - NAH! NAH! STOP DA CAR-AHHHH! I'MMA GET YOU DAN! I'MMA GET YO GREASY HAIRED, BOOKER HUFFMAN LOOKIN' ASS! DEY CAN'T KEEP ME LOCKED UP FOREVER! I'M COMINNNNNNNNNNNN FOOORRRR YOUUUUUUU!!![/color] The crowd continues to go nuts as Dan smirks, mocking Steele as he exits the arena by shining the belt with his elbow.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:31:20 GMT -5
Match 5: Jay Zero vs. Thunder Train (Credit: Zero / Train)
Phillip: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from The Other Side of the Tracks, weighing in at 360 pounds, THUNDER TRAIN!!!
Gourmet Race Metal Version plays across the arena. The crowd boos the hungry man as he steps out from the back. His tag team title is sitting across his shoulder and he looks around at the crowd. He continues walking down to the ring, ignoring the fans that he passes by. He climbs up the steps and enters the ring. He goes to the camera side of the ring and raises his championship, much to the dissatisfaction of the audience.
Phillip: And his opponent, from Portland, Maine, weighing in at 197 pounds, JAY ZERO!!!
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.
*Bell Rings*
As the bell sounds, both men go into the center of the ring. Right away its apparent how much of a size advantage Train has over Zero. Zero turns his head to the side a bit then turns back and begins punching on Train, surprising him. The crowd cheers at Train continues getting punched back into a corner. Zero gives Train a few lefts and rights while hes against the turnbuckle. RAF begins to count and at three he gets Zero to back off of Train. Train grabs his jaw and is angry at the embarrassment caused by Zero. Zero stares back at Train in the corner and taunts him a bit. Train charges at Zero and tries to clothesline his head off, but Zero rolls underneath him and dropkicks the back of Train, sending him forward. Zero gets up and poses for the crowd for a second, but when he turns around he gets a boot in the face, causing a sickening smack. Zero looks KO'd as Train covers.
ONE!
TWO--
*Kickout*
Zero gets his shoulder up and Train goes right back on the attack. Train grabs the head of Zero and pulls him up. He gives Zero a few forearm hits then Irish Whips him into the corner. Zero's back hits the turnbuckle and Train runs into him with a full body splash, per say. Zero falls and is now sitting in the corner. Train begins to stomp on Zero and uses his foot to choke Zero while holding onto the rope. RAF begins his count and gets to four before Train steps away. Zero grabs his neck and gasps for air, but Train doesn't care. Train picks him back up and throws him into the opposite side corner. Train charges again but Zero is able to get out of the way. Train hits the turnbuckle with full force and Zero is able to sneak behind him and do a schoolboy.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--
*Kickout*
Train throws himself off of the mat and rolls onto his stomach. Zero gets up right away and sees this as an opportunity to weaken Train and begins stomping on him. Train however, is able to get to a knee, and this makes Zero run at the ropes to get some momentum to bring Train down again. Zero runs but on his rebound, Train uppercuts him. What looks like a tooth pops out of Zero's mouth as Zero grabs his face and turns around. He leans against the ropes as Train approaches him. Train turns him around and Zero gives Train a thumb to the eye. Train falls back and holds his eye. He then charges at Zero, who pulls the top rope down, sending Train out of the ring. Zero stands up and flies over the ropes and hits Train with a Flying Crossbody, followed by some punches.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Zero notices the count and slides back into the ring. Train sees the count as well and climbs up into the apron of the ring.
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Zero tries to hit Train, sending him out of the ring for the count out, but Train shoulders the stomach of Zero and enters the ring at nine. Zero falls to his knees because of the blow. Train kicks the back of Zero's head and picks him up. Train kicks his midsection and does the Golden Spike DDT (Scorpio Sky's Blackout DDT.) Zero's head bounces off the mat and Train covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--
*Kickout*
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:31:43 GMT -5
Train can't believe it. With the impact of that, Train thought it would be over for sure. Train stands back up and complains to RAF about the count. Train slaps his hands three times together. RAF says he got his shoulder up. Train just clenches his fist and turns his attention back to Zero. He picks him up and gets ready for the Mega-Wreckage (Crossbody Backbreaker) but Zero is able to wiggle out of it. Zero kicks the knee of Train and runs to the ropes. He jumps back and does a Flying Hurricarana to Train. Train actually flips as he hits the mat. Zero covers. ONE! TWO! THR-- *Kickout* Train is able to get his shoulder up and Zero doesn't waste time complaining. He gets right back up and heads to the turnbuckle. He climbs up and waits for Train to stand as well. Train wobbles to his feet and turns around. Zero jumps at him, but Train catches him and puts him on his shoulders. It looks like the OM NOM BOMB, but Zero begins to move and is able to get behind Train. Train turns around and Zero jumps for the Zero Chance and grabs Train's head, but Train pushes him away! Train charges forward, clubbing his arm looking for a huge clothesline, but just missing, Zero ducks under and puts on the breaks very quickly! Stunning Thunder Train just as he whips around, Zero leaps up into the air, dropkicking him! The impact sends Thunder Train backwards where he falls inbetween the top and middle ropes, crashing down onto the hard, semi-padded concrete floor below! His body thumps down hard and the crowd cheers for Zero as he bursts straight back up to his feet. Upon impact, Train rolls over a bit, now lying flat or -- well, as flat as he can get on his large stomach. Train realizes that once again the much smaller Jay Zero has gotten the best of him and he knows that it's enough. He pounds his giant fist into the matted floor and stands to his feet. Walking on the outside, it looks like Thunder Train has no ambition to reenter the ring yet, and Zero takes notice. However, he's out of range for a flying manuever. Instead, Train barrels his way towards the time keepers table, scaring off Philip Jones and snatching away his steel chair. Maxwell McNally[/b]: Hey! What's Thunder Train doing with that steel chair? Inside the ring, Zero looks at Thunder Train slightly taken back. As Train proceeds closer to the ring, Zero begins to step back a bit, thinking this through. Meanwhile, RAF is quick to jump forward, standing his body in front of the 360 pound 6' 8" Thunder Train as he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. With a quick shove, RAF is right out of the picture, leaving Zero, Train, and that steel chair all to themselves. Maxwell McNally[/b]: I'm not liking the looks of this Eddie! Train smiles and begins to nod his head as he wraps his huge paws around the legs of the chair, cornering Zero into the turnbuckles. On the mat in the background, we can see RAF shaking his head in disgust after being shoved down, and just as Thunder Train pulls the chair back to strike down on Jay Zero... Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: What? Oh come on, why's he ringing the bell for! Thunder Train drops the steel chair in mid swing and turns around in an irate fashion to glare down at Referee Raymond Fleming who has just called for the bell. Train yells out, wondering what has happened, but RAF has already high tailed it out of the ring at this time, leaving Philip to call this match.Philip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner by disqualification! Jaaay! ZEEEEROO!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:32:11 GMT -5
Clearly angered, Thunder Train jumps up and stomps both feet down, shaking the entire ring and nearly making Jay Zero stumble to the ground. Thunder Train looks to blow off steam (lol, steam engine) by finishing what he started... but as he turns around, he is unfortunate enough to find that Zero has already grabbed the dropped steel chair! Ooph! Zero uses the top of the chair as a battering ram, jamming it right into Trains stomach to double him down! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: Gah! He can't do that! Zero walks around Thunder Train, sizing him up for a big shot. He nods his head in approval as he finds the most opportune moment as Train spins around now, holding his stomach. Zero takes a step back and lifts the chair up high into the air. He lunges forward, getting a big step in to help him turn the momentum in swinging the chair down hard right onto the top of Thunder Train's skull!~CRACK~ [/b] But the big man doesn't drop! The crowd cringes at the gun-shot sound that the chair makes upon formally meeting Thunder Train's head. However, the big man doesn't fall down! He's staggering back and forth, waving his arms and shaking his head trying to remain at a vertical base! Of course, this angers Zero as it only shows that he doesn't have what it takes to take down Thunder Train! And with all that's happened with BK London as of late, Zero needs to truly make an impact, as promised to Chairman Gingerdude earlier on this evening. Zero steps back once more, grabbing ahold of both legs on the bottom of the somewhat dented, black steel chair. He turns to the side a bit and shuffles forward, swinging the chair like a bat and clubbing it against the side of Train's head for a second time!~CRACK~ And once again, he begins to teeter-totter back and forth! The crowd cheers at the intensity of Jay Zero, and most stand to their feet as they watch intently, waiting for the giant to collapse! But as he stumbles backwards into the corner, his back hits the turnbuckles, helping him support himself even more. Train shakes his head and the camera catches as only one eye is truly open, and we can only assume that there's nobody home right now in his head! He stumbles forward just a tad bit, forcing Zero to back himself up now as he begins to become irate, screaming "GET DOWN!" Zero now backs up about 5 steps before slamming the steel chair straight down onto the mat. The chair has become very dented after the two consecutive shots to the head, and it looks like it's about to get even worse! He rushes forward, swinging violently and crushes him with a third shot even louder than the first two!~CRACK~ [/b] Finally upon the strike of the third, Thunder Train collapses down into the corner, his entire body mainly resting on the bottom rope now as he looks completely out of it. The crowd cheers as Zero slams the chair onto the mat and stomps his feet, yelling out. It looks like something has gone loose inside Zero's head. He rubs his hands together as if he has another idea, but after the damage that's been done so far, what else can be done? He walks back over to where the steel chair is now lying, and he kicks it over just a tad bit. He looks at the position of the chair, and then at Thunder Train. With a sick, twisted smile, Zero walks over to his fallen opponent, looking to take him up to his feet. But considering that Train is a massive 360 pound man, this is going to be tough for Jay. He grabs him underneath his arm pits and begins to pull and yank. Straining to do so, he barely sits him up and gets him to stay still, not falling back over. Now it's going to be the tricky part. He pulls and pulls, using every fiber of strength left in his arms and legs to pull Thunder Train up to his feet! Using the turnbuckles for support, Zero keeps lifting and lifting! Finally, one last effort sends Zero gritting his teeth together and groaning in agony as he lifts Train to his feet and rests him against the turnbuckles as the crowd cheers loudly! Finally, Zero takes a couple of deep breathes, looking back down at the steel chair, ready to make his final impact. He pulls Train out of the corner and leaps into the air, pulling Train straight down with his Zero Chance ace crusher face first into the steel chair! 'Fast' Eddie Edison[/b]: My god! Zero leaps back up to his feet, nearly falling right over upon doing so. He bends down, using the palms of his hands to support himself as he pulls himself back up, stumbling backwards into the ropes, his legs nearly giving out. As he rests with his body leaning back on the middle rope, his smile only grows wider as he looks at the mess he has just made on Thunder Train's body. Breathing heavily, he then turns his head, looking back at Philip Jones who he then yells at for a microphone. Maxwell McNally[/b]: Zero has just gone nuts! It took three huge chair shots to take down Thunder Train, but he wasn't even done there! That Zero Chance onto the chair was just nasty if I do say so myself! Philip walks over and hands Zero a microphone before returning to his new seat that's been replace after being stolen away earlier on. Zero flicks on the microphone and uses the ropes to bounce up to his feet, stumbling over towards the de-railed Thunder Train. Zero [Breathing Heavily]: Is... Is THIS what you wanted from me?!
Is this the kind of "impact" you wanted Ginger?! Huh! HUH!? WELL LET ME TELL YOU, --... Let me just say! What I just did - What I've done here! Heh.. Heh hah! It felt GOOOD! Zero's mouth kind of twitches, and even though many are still cheering for him - some are most likely beginning to see the change that's going through Zero. It's as if he's returning to the way he was when his World Title Hunt first really took effect back in the Summer. Zero: It felt good to watch this man -- this three hundred and 60 somewhat pound man fall flat on his face! IT FELT GOOD TO HEAR THE PLEASANT CRACK OF STEEL UPON HIS SKULL! HAH! HEHAHA!
And BK London, I truly do hope you've watched. I HOPE YOU'VE TAKEN NOTE OF HOW THUNDER TRAIN FELL! I HOPE YOU REMEMBER THE DAY THAT THE THUNDER TRAIN WAS DE-RAILED... Because.. You only got 12 more days until at Winters Discontent...
I bring YOU to a screeching halt too! At this, the crowd cheers. Zero: So now that I've made the impact that I promised you all earlier on tonight... Now that I've shown BK London what I -- JAY ZERO am capable of doing!
....Ladies and gentlemen... - BK London - I have a simple question for you! But suddenly... in a rather odd turn of events, the crowd begins to boo Jay Zero! Just on the verge of really showing his ties to his old psychotic, love-crazy persona, these fans here in Salt Lake City are booing him! Zero looks out, scrunching his face and squinting his eyes as this even takes him back as he hesitates to ask.. Zero: ...Do.. Do you-- ~BAM~ [/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 8, 2008 17:32:38 GMT -5
And just like that, we see that it wasn't Jay Zero that the fans of the E-Center were booing! Instead, it was the World Heavyweight Champion BK London that they were jeering as he raced through the crowd! And now, just after sneaking into the ring and clocking Zero in the back of the head with the World Title. Zero drops down to the canvas like a sack of bricks while Thunder Train takes this opportunity to roll to the outside of the ring, and London stands in the middle of the ring, in the middle of the jeers and insults from the fans in the E-Center in Salt Lake City Utah. The reaction almost soothes him, comforts him even, as he has begun to grow used to this type of reaction. In his interview earlier tonight, he said he took pride in crushing the dreams of others.
BK London takes in a deep breath as he stands with his championship belt raised high over his head, looking down at Jay Zero. London then drops down to his knees and then down to the level of the inert Jay Zero, and the camera gets close enough to hear what BK London is saying.
BK London: This is the CLOSEST you're going to get to the ACW Championship. Do you hear me?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! The only way you'll take this championship away from me is over MY - DEAD - BO-
London is gagged as Jay Zero's arm reaches up and wraps around his throat, and the crowd pops. The eyes of London nearly bulge out of his head upon being shocked that Jay Zero can still move after that sick shot, but quickly he throws Zero's arm off of him. Within seconds, the ACW Champion races out of the ring quicker than a hiccup for lack of a better JR phrase.
Maxwell McNally: What the-- One second we have Zero destroying Thunder Train and talking about how he's making an impact... and then the next we got BK hitting Zero with that title belt and sprinting right on out before Jay can get his hands on him! Man!
Still holding his throat he makes his way up the ramp and a smile appears over his face. He looks back and forth into the crowd, embracing the jeerful crowd before looking back at Jay Zero who continues to rest on the bottom rope holding his head. BK slowly raises his title belt high up into the air, just taunting. As the camera cuts back to Zero, we find him slightly shaking in anger now, his upper lip twitching as it lies in it's snarled position. This clearly has not fared well with Jay Zero, nor did it end as planned. Sure, he may have made an impact on Thunder Train's skull, but in the end, the sneaky BK London has once again gotten the final laugh. This certainly won't help Chairman Gingerdude put his faith into Jay Zero defeating BK London at Winters Discontent... But as we continue to look at the irritated Jay Zero, we can only wonder what BK has brought back. The past few months, the man has somewhat dwindled down, becoming a fan favorite. But tonight, Zero has begun to show signs of his former self. His deadly, unbalanced self. With 12 days until Winters Discontent, we only can wonder how much farther things can go... But what we know for sure is that things are just only getting heated up.
The scene fades out.
End Show.
OOC: (Post match credit: Zero and BK London)
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Post by Dan White on Dec 8, 2008 17:33:45 GMT -5
It's just occurred to me we're on a tour Good show though
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Post by Jake Steele on Dec 8, 2008 18:33:09 GMT -5
Fantastic show. Zero 'de-railing' Train was awesome (sorry Train but it really was >_>) and I marked for Zero almost saying DO YOU LOVE ME-*gets shot*. XS3 continues to be very impressive in his promos. I have no words for TK and FSX's segments anymore except for WTF. The Asian Phenom is about to pwn Robertson into the new year now that he's a LONER. Hunter returning to face Mainer = and great job to Dave and Chris for their feud so far as well. Oh yeah, and I'm liking Richmond/Slaughter too, it could be potentially epic. KEEP ON TRUCKIN' ACW!
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Post by Silencio/The Dan on Dec 8, 2008 18:43:50 GMT -5
Holy fuck I won against someone who's actual competition.
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Post by xs3 on Dec 8, 2008 20:47:51 GMT -5
Awesome show. WHO WILL BE WORLD CHAMPION AND GET AN IDEA FOR A MATCH AT RAGNAROK THAT WILL BE SO SMART HIS HEAD WOULD EXPLODE IF HE EVEN BEGAN TO KNOW WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT?!?!!??!!!?!?!??!!!?!
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Post by Scott Andrews on Dec 8, 2008 21:16:00 GMT -5
Steele!!! You didn't send in our promo I sent you!!!
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Post by Jake Steele on Dec 8, 2008 21:16:45 GMT -5
Steele!!! You didn't send in our promo I sent you!!! Check your PM's! I did send it, but AK didn't post it and BK still hasn't edited the damn segment in yet!
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