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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:14:25 GMT -5
Segment: FREE MONEY!!! Well, now that I have your attention, you can read the segment <_< Credit: Dave Tyler
As the camera cuts backstage, a young man walks out through a fire escape stairwell, looking around anxiously. He is dressed in a cheap looking suit and has a microphone in hand, as he looks up and down the aisles of cars as if searching for something. As he listens carefully, he hears a sound in the distance. Music. “Superstar” by the Spice Girls. A look of confusion sweeps across his face as he starts to make his way down the car park, approaching and looking for the source of the music.
As he finds it, he can’t help but be taken aback; in between two large cars sits a desk with sheets of paper scattered across it. Some posters and framed pictures are hung up on the side of the cars, and some hang from some exposed pipes on the wall behind the desk. The music comes from an old looking cassette player on the desk, and beside it, with his head on the desk and sitting in a swivel chair, is Dave Tyler. The Candyman. A small amount of droll drips from the side of Tyler’s mouth, sticking to the papers.
Interviewer: Mr. Tyler? Tyler? DAVE!
Dave pops up, his eyes looking bleary and bloodshot, his drool causing the sheets to stick to the side of his face. He looks round, pulling the sheets from his face; as he spots the camera man and the interviewer, he sits back in the chair and smiles, trying to look confident. Instead, he looks drugged out and perverted….
Tyler: Hello.
Interviewer: You ok?
Tyler: Wha? Oh, this? Yeah, I’m fine. I was just up all night last night.
Interviewer: Let me guess. The usual wrestler’s nightlife of drugs, girls and booze?
Tyler: Lord no. Will and Grace marathon!
An awkward moment of silence passes between Dave and the man, their eyes darting back and forth. It is Dave who breaks the silence…
Tyler: Sooo….
Interviewer: I see you’ve got a bigger office than you had last week?
Tyler: Yeah, well I went to Gingerdude and said that I’d like a bigger office space. I think he may have thought I meant I wanted a bigger office space than him though. He told me that I could have one of the biggest room in the arena, and when I arrived today, I found my desk out in the car park.
Interviewer: Oh? So is that why you have the Spice Girls songs? To drown out the noise of cars driving by?
Tyler: No, I just like the Spice Girls.
Interviewer: Oh.
The uncomfortable silence returns between the two of them, as “Superstar” ends and is replaced by “2 Become 1”. Tyler continues to look at the man with a dead straight face.
Interviewer: Ok then, well I guess I should just ask you the question I came down here to ask you then. What’s happening between you and Chris Williams? I mean, last week you two had to be broken up in a fight backstage after a heated exchange, and I know that….
Tyler: Dude, let me stop you right there. Can I just say something? I feel really bad about what happened between Chris and me on Monday, cause you know what? He’s not a bad guy and I think it may have just been a bit of miscommunication between the two of us.
Interviewer: Pretty big miscommunication if you ask me?
Tyler: It was, but I’m sure its one that the two of us will be able to look back on within a few days or weeks and laugh on. Chris is a talented young wrestler with the ability to go far in this company, and I hope he thinks the same about me.
Interviewer: So you think you two can make up and put this whole mess behind you?
Tyler: I hope so. And to see if that’s possible, I’ve requested a chance to go out to the ring tonight, so there can be an apology and we can sort things out. Hey, I know that’s not how things usually happen here in ACW or indeed in this industry as a whole. I know that, but I’ve decided we don’t need to slip into an old cliché. “Oh damn you, you have insulted me and now its time we settle this in the ring like men and beat the heads off each other and yada yada yada.” That’s over done, and as much as I’m sure the fans would love to see us go at it, I think an apology will be just fine to sort this stuff out.
Interviewer: Wow. That’s actually very…very….
Tyler: Mature?
Interviewer: No.
Tyler: Civilised?
Interviewer: No…. Boring! That’s it. This is a wrestling show. You two should…wrestle.
Tyler: …..OK! Well, now that you’ve had your say, how bout we wrap things up. I’ve got something to do and say in the ring, and I think I’m getting carbon monoxide poisoning out here.
Dave gets up out of his chair and heads round the side of his desk. The interviewer gets up and the two start to walk away from the “office”. Tyler throws his arm round the interviewer casually, as if walking off with a best friend, the interviewer looking very nervous, as the walk off to the side of the screen….
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:15:00 GMT -5
Match 2: Thunder Train vs. Fallen Souls (Credit: Train)
The bell rings and both men go into the center of the ring. For the second time this week Thunder Train has a much larger size advantage over his opponent. Then again he does with most everyone. Nevertheless, FSX doesn't give up and instead of trying to lock up with the monster of a man, and actually goes on the attack. As the two stare down, FSX stomps on the foot of Train and begins to give him some body shots. Trains backs up a bit, but looks unaffected by the moves. FSX notices and runs to the ropes. He charges at Train and hits him with an elbow. Train stumbles back, stunned, but doesn't fall down. FSX repeats his attack and Train stumbles once more. FSX tries to do it a final time, but before even hitting Train, Train falls on his ass. FSX shrugs and dropkicks Train's head. FSX covers but Train throws him up into the air.
Train gets up to his knees and holds his face. FSX lands on his feet and turns around. He attempts to roundhouse kick Train, but Train grabs the leg of FSX. Train stands on his feet, still holding the leg and shakes his head to FSX. FSX tries to enziguri Train, but Train ducks. Train now grabs the other leg of FSX and picks him up. FSX uses the ropes to help also and when he is holding onto the top rope, Train puts his legs in his shoulders, looking like he is going to catapult FSX out of the ring. FSX wraps his legs around the head of Train and actually pulls Train toward the ropes. FSX then uses all of his body weight and sends Train to the outside. FSX then goes to the outside as well and checks over his shoulder to make sure Train is there then moonsaults using the second rope and hits Train. The crowd cheers as FSX hits it perfectly.
*Commercial*
We return and Train is once again in control. A replay is shown that during the break, Train threw FSX into the ring steps, regaining momentum. Train has FSX in a curbstomp like set up with the ref asking FSX if he wants to quit. FSX shakes his head and the crowd starts clapping. As they attempt to will FSX back into fighting shape, Train gets angrier. He sees that FSX is starting to break out of his grip so he slams his face into the mat. The crowd "Oohs" as a sickening thud is heard. Train covers but only gets a two count. Train, dumbfounded, stands up and yells at the ref. He turns back to FSX and lifts him up. He Irish Whips him into the ropes and on the rebound he attempts to hit a double axe handle on FSX. FSX ducks and when Train turns around, FSX kicks Train low, very low. Train grabs his stomach/groin area and FSX DDTs Train onto the mat.
FSX covers and only gets a two count. FSX gets off Train and begins to watch him. Train gets to a knee and FSX runs off the ropes and attempts the Silence Scissor Kick. As FSX comes down to land the kick on Train's head, Train side steps and backs up a bit. FSX turns around and Train goes for the Pumpkin Smasher (Flying Knee to the Head). FSX rushes to the turnbuckle and goes for the Launch Kick. FSX goes over Train and kicks him into the turnbuckle. Train hits hard and bounces out of the corner. FSX grabs Train's head and does a reverse DDT. Train is now on his back and FSX looks to finish this as quick as he can. He runs to the ropes and jumps off, going for the Frozen Motion. As he jumps off the bottom rope, Train begins to stand up. When FSX is on the top rope, Train is fully standing. As he lionsaults back into Train, Train grabs him. He lifts him up and swings him around on his shoulders. He then hits the OM NOM BOMB and pins FSX for the win.
Winner: Thunder Train
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:15:49 GMT -5
Segment: I Deserve It (Credit: Train)
We open inside of Gingerdude's office. He is sitting at his desk doing some paperwork and comparing some charts. Suddenly, the room begins to shake. Gingerdude gets a worried expression on his face. The door then flies open, smashing into the wall and causing a few pictures to fall to the ground and shatter. Thunder Train stands there, still sweaty after his match but with a big grin on his face.
Gingerdude: Ah yes Train, what can I do for you?
Train: I want it to be official...
Gingerdude: Want what official?
Train: A match with me and XS3 against D Penetration X. Over the past few weeks we have made a few subtle references to wanting the match and I want it to be official. At Winter's Discontent, The New Road Steelers against D Penetration X for the ACW Tag Team Titles. Look at what I just did out there, I beat FSX, a former WORLD champion. Come on, you gotta give me this.
Gingerdude: Hmm....sounds like a good idea.
Train: "SOUNDS" like a good idea? It's probably the best idea you've heard in a long time. I can get rid of Thunderkiss from ACW. I can beat him so bad that his broken ass would never be able to walk, or drive a tanker truck, to the ring again! I could cleanse ACW of him for good. No more stupid come backs, no more Demons flying out of him. No more 500% power.
Gingerdude: ....You had me at "I can get rid of Thunderkiss." In my mind, that is an excellent idea. You got your match Train. At Winter's Discontent, it will be you and XS3 against Thunderkiss and FSX for the tag team titles.
Train: Yes! Thanks a lot Gingerdude. You won't regret this. Those sons of bitches are going down...
Train grabs the hand of Gingerdude and shakes it. Train then turns around and slams the door behind him, sending more pictures to the ground. Gingerdude looks at his hand and sees some BBQ sauce, and wipes it onto a paper towel sitting on his desk. He then sits back down in his chair and continues working.
Fade out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:16:12 GMT -5
Segment: Procession (Credit: Dan White/Freeman) The night is still young, yet the brisk Winter fog sets up a beautiful sight of the Las Vegas strip, as an ACW camera pans over it. It cuts back to the arena, where Maxwell McNally curiously stands in the centre of the ring, holding a microphone.McNally: Well folks, how are you? It's a long time since we've been in Las Vegas!Huge pop from the crowd. McNally smiles, cutting the small talk.McNally: Now I've been requested to do an interview here by a particular wrestler, so without further ado, I would like to present the self-proclaimed ACW International Champion....Dan White!!ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits,the fans go crazy as Dan White walks out, with the old International Title belt over his shoulder. He's wearing pretty simple clothing as he walks down to the ring: white ¾ length shorts, a Newcastle United football top, and some Reebok Classics. He enters the ring, smirking as he embraces the pop, and takes a microphone from McNally.McNally: Well Dan, it's always a pleasure to interview you.Dan: I wou- Crowd: DAN WHITE! DAN WHITE! DAN WHITE! DAN WHITE! DAN WHITE! Dan smiles, looking down a bit and stroking his chin with his free hand. He looks back up, and makes a motion with his hand for the crowd to quieten down, to which they oblige.McNally: Well, I guess the first thing to start on is Hell in a Cell. I mean it's one of the most brutal matches devised by anyone in wrestling. The only matches I guess that are in anyway similar are the Asylum, and the Pyramid From Hell match. Interestingly, you've fought in two of the three.Dan: Yeah, it's pretty harsh stuff man. I mean I suppose that arsewipe Gingerdude just couldn't hack it anymore, which makes me wonder why he's still in a match booking role here. Anyways, Hell in a Cell is going to be intense. Don't be put off by this Championship Scramble bullshi-poo, this will be on par with every other Cell match there's been. The fact that we've only seen 5 previous Cell matches is an indicator itself. And I'm the only one with experience. He smirks, and McNally nods backMcNally: So Dan, there has been a lot of confusion to why you took the International Title from Steele last Monday night on Warfare. Can you shed light on the situation?Dan: Basically McNally, I ain't no fool. When I see a chance to make something of myself, I take it. That fool Steele had messed up big time. He'd ruined his reputation, made a mockery of the International Title, and I for one, as a self respecting citizen... He looks back, breaking the fourth wall style, and winkingDan: ...cannot stand for such behaviour! So I have taken it upon myself to bring back the good old days. ”Rule Britannia” (http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=BTZEcAY_95A for added audio effect during this segment) plays in the background, as Dan, with one hand on his heart, delivers a speech in a very satirical manner.Dan: In ACW's fine four and a half year history, there has never been a British International Champion. Passed around the dregs of the roster, it has never quite been able to bear witness to true wrestling talent. Us British, we are a modest bunch, and all we ask is for the best. We rule the waves, with Lady Britannia looking over our shoulder every step of the way. We created the finest empire the world has ever seen. We found new worlds, we created the language each and every one of you speak today. We established the Industrial Revolution. He pauses as the chorus plays, but continues with a louder tone.Dan: I will PROMISE to hold this championship belt on behalf of my Queen. I will PROMISE to defend it with HONOUR and INTEGRITY. I will PROMISE to allow everybody a fair title shot, and to let anyone step up to the challenge and fight Britain's finest I- And Dan is abruptly interrupted. The sounds of Britain's true anthem are cut short, and are replaced by the sounds of “Ugly” by The Exies, and Jason Freeman walks out to a chorus of jeers.Freeman: Alright, alright. Dan, shut up, please! Dan glares at Freeman, clearly breathing heavily, like a bull who's just seen red.Dan: Freeman, get the hell out of my arena. You're not wanted here. As McNally slickly leaves the ring to resume his commentary position, Dan and Freeman lock eyes on each other. It's easy to say that they haven't exactly become the best of friends over the last few months, and if anything, they must have gotten rather sick of the sight of each other. But the staredown continues to go on, before Dan breaks the silence.Dan: Okay Freeman, what the fu-hell do you want here. What went on earlier was pretty mad, but we got each other in that Cell match at Winter Discontent. But all I wanted was to do an effing interview with McNally. What's your game? Freeman snarls towards Dan, as he replies.Freeman: You know, I couldn't think of a better way to end this between the two of us. We've been wanting to get rid of each other for such a long time. It's a shame that three other guys will be in there as well, but let me set something straight. Since it doesn't matter WHO I pin, I don't care about the other men in the match. You're the one I'm going after. Dan raises his eyebrows.Dan: Really? Because whilst you're doing that, I'm gonna go after defending my International Championship! Freeman clenches his mouth up like he's sucking a lemon, before exploding a Dan.Freeman: You're not even the champion! You don't even deserve to be in contention! You just stole that from Jake Steele! You're- Dan: Freeman, if you want to talk straight up, come down to this ring and fight me man-on-man. Who cares about our “no-touching” bollocks ban. And I just lost £250 quid. Freeman smirks, not falling for the trap, whatever the trap might be.Freeman: Do you really think that I'm going to fall for that? I don't need to resort to fighting you. No, I'll be patient. I can wait until Winter's Discontent. Dan looks disappointed at first; he was up for a fight, and it looks like he might have to go up there and find a fight himself.Dan: ...Actually, you know what Freeman? I think that might a little word I like to use.....Freeman, you're WEAK! Crowd, what did I say? Crowd: Weak! Dan: Again? Crowd: WEAK!! They're getting into this, as Freeman stands clearly stressed, but unable to get a word in.Dan: One more time?! Crowd: WEAK!!Another large cheer as Dan smirks, but Freeman responds quickly.Freeman: Well Dan? You might have each and every one of these ignorant sheep on your side, bu- Dan: What is he?! Crowd: WEAK!!Freeman: I ju- Crowd: WEAK!!Freeman: SHUT U- Crowd: WEAK!!Freeman: ... Another large pop as Freeman is reduced to silence, Dan's almost laughing at the other side of the ring, as Freeman finally gets a chance to respond.Freeman: LIKE I WAS SAYING......I don't need to be reduced to laying a finger on you until I need to. I'm beyond you, Dan, and I'll prove that when Steele and I beat your sorry ass later tonight. Freeman's music plays as he smirks at Dan before exiting. But the crowd here know that Dan got the upper hand in their argument, as tempers flare in preparation for the Hell in a Cell Scramble match next Saturday.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:16:50 GMT -5
Segment: Zero Tolerance
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
As the night rolls on the crowd get more and more excited to be at a live ACW event. Who wouldn’t, considering the Main Event has Scott Andrews in it? But the fans truly are ecstatic and can’t wait for the next part of the show.
The camera fades into an interview area that Kevin Anderson has obviously set up due to the amount of pictures of his face covering the back wall. He stands next to the Scarlet Assassin himself, dressed in his usual backstage t-shirt and jeans, and the audience claps and cheers their favourite wrestler, who peers down at the ground, awaiting the start of the interview.
Kevin: Hello, everybody and welcome to another Kevin Anderson interview extravaganza!
Streamers burst from the sides of the room, covering Scott and Kevin. Andrews gets a fright at first, not expecting anything to explode into him and he doesn’t seem too keen on being covering in crape paper. He begins removing the red and gold streamers from himself as Kevin just continues to talk.
Kevin: With me at this time is none other than the Scarlet Assassin, the Skill, Thrill, and the Kill --- SCOTT ANDREWS!
The fans in attendance go wild as Scott looks up, finished with his streamer dilemma.
Kevin: So Scott, my first riveting question to you is about the International Title. We all know you and Jake Steele have had some sort of rivalry ever since before Seven Deadly Sins, but why target his title now?
Scott: It’s so simple, Kevin, even you could understand. Y’see I’ve never held the International Title before; it’s eluded me my whole career in ACW. Needless to say, I’m a World Title threat, but I’ll deal with the champ in my own time. I have goals in this company, and one of them is to be a Triple Crown Champion and have my name in etching on the walls of the ACW arena, and I can’t do that unless I win this belt. Jake Steele can try and duck me all he wants, but I won’t stop coming for that belt as long as I can wrestle.
Kevin: What about the others who have been trying to get their shot at the champ? Where do they lie in your plans?
Scott: These jackass’s think they can waltz into an International Title match without earning their spot? Forget about it; not while I’m around. I earned my spot by beating Dan White cleanly. If Freeman wants a shot because of his cheap win over Thunder Train then he can have it. If he’s the champion when I get my shot, I’ll beat his ass down and take it from around his waist. Because it doesn’t matter who my opponent is; I – will – destroy them; plain and simple. I’m a two time Tag Team Champ and a two time Light Heavyweight Champion and I plan on capturing the International Title and adding it to my list. Because when I’m old and grey and my grand kids want to know what I did in my time I want to be able to be proud of my life and my accomplishments and show them things I’ve done. So if Dan, Hughes, or anyone else wants to try and take away my opportunity at this title; give it your best shot, cos’ the assassin always comes out guns blazin’ and ready to take out an army of stupid bitches like yourselves! So be ready, cos’ when the time comes to face me in that ring; you’ll need to be prepared...
Kevin: This title obviously means more than a piece of gold to you, but speaking about tonight, you have a match against Jay Zero, someone you have had trouble with in the past. Tonight he made a statement that he doesn’t fear you and that he isn’t scared to fight. What are you thinking going into this match up?
Scott: Yeah me and Zero have beef. Ever since Ginger put us in the same team last month he was trying to take over Team ACW as leader; trying to call the shots and giving people orders. I don’t take orders from anyone I don’t respect. And on top of that I covered for his ass when he was knocked out in the War Games match and left me and Kudo to do all the dirty work until he miraculously recovered in time to pin BK. What a cop out... If it wasn’t for me he would’ve been made mince meat out of by BK and Cheng. And what thanks do I get for it? None. The son of a bitch doesn’t even have the balls to thank me for saving this company, and that’s what pisses me off. Everyone thinks Jay Zero saved ACW; BULLSHIT! Scott Andrews saved ACW and tonight, Jay, I accept your challenge because I have unfinished business with you. You want to act high and mighty, little man? Pfft; don’t make me laugh. I’m going to kick you in the head so hard it’ll come out your ass! I’ll see you in the ring...
Scott walks off out of frame leaving Kevin to wrap things up.
Kevin: Well, as you can see, Scott is obviously a man with direction, but will his obsession with vengeance be his downfall tonight against Jay Zero? Stay tuned, folks!
The camera slowly zooms out as the picture begins to fade.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:17:29 GMT -5
Segment: The war will never end (Credit: DP/RSX3)
Though the battle between FSX and Train had just concluded, Thunderkiss had other plans. He enters the ring from behind and goes to stalk Train. Sure enough, once Train is in Thunderkiss' sights, he is leveled with a big boot before getting the boots put to him. FSX perches himself in the corner as Thunderkiss grabs a mic and looks down at the fallen Train, reminiscent of Monday's attack.
Thunderkiss: Well! Well! Well! It’s becoming apparent that this TRAIN is extremely easy to DERAIL! Now you listen and you listen good, you traitorous son of a BITCH! If was the Thunder Team days, I’d be out here in no time flat trying to save your ass! But it’s not, oh no, these are the ROAD STEELERS days! *spit* Did you make the right choice, James?! Where is your partner James?! Where is he? WHERE IS YOUR XS3 NOW? I'll tell you where he is. He's scared. He's scared that his one and only title reign will come crashing down because of Double Penetration!
FSX simply watches on as Train is picked up once again. Thunderkiss grabs him by the head and winds up.
Thunderkiss: Now it's time for you to say NIGHTY NIGHT, you backstabbing bastard!
Before anyone can get kissed, FSX suddenly approaches his partner and swings him around to face him. The crowd is actually confused as is Thunderkiss.
FSX: This is a waste of our time. What do we gain from beating up Train, anyway? If anything, we should be working together...which involves you calming the fuck down.
TK: NO! THIS IS NOT YOUR FIGHT RIGHT NOW, X! IT’S MINE! STAND BACK!
With venom spewed in those words, Thunderkiss turns back to Train and once again sets him up for the Goodnight Kiss. FSX is seen shaking his head as he mumbles under is breath.
FSX: At least Hunter listened…
His thoughts are suddenly cut off as he spots a blur coming through the crowd. A small murmur is heard from the crowd followed by cheers as XS3 hops the guardrail, holding a steel chair. He slides into the ring and goes to swing at Thunderkiss, who drops down to avoid contact and rolls out of the ring. XS3 looks over at FSX, who engages in a small staredown with a man he beat at Ultimate X. Finally, FSX regards XS3 with a calm nod before exiting the ring and joining Thunderkiss at ringside. XS3 drops the chair and tends to his partner.
Voice: Hold on, boys. Hold on.
Everyone turns their head to the entrance ramp, where we are treated to the familiar face of Chairman Gingerdude.
Ginger: I've seen quite enough of this macho posturing and bravado from both sides. Since it's obvious you four cannot contain your hatred for each other, then we are going to settle it. It's official: At Winter's Discontent, it will be Double Penetration vs. the Road Steelers for the ACW Tag Team Championship.
Thunderkiss smiles, pleased at Ginger actually making a decision he liked. FSX salutes Ginger in a tranquil manner before turning back to XS3 in the ring. XS3 has helped Train to his feet and together, the champs hold their titles for the world to see. As the staredown ensues, dueling chants of "DP! DP!" and "ROAD STEELERS!" engage as we begin to fade out on this heated scene.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:18:56 GMT -5
Segment: Apology Credit: Dave Tyler & Chris Williams As the camera cuts back to the ringside area after the commercial break, “Candyman” plays over the sound system, the fans on their feet cheering and chanting. Dave Tyler stands in the middle of the ring, dressed in wrestling gear and with his personalised white jacket hanging off one arm. He has a huge smile on his face, as he looks round at the crowd and signals for them and the music to die down a bit. He looks round and finds the camera, looking dead straight into it.Tyler: Ok, so I said that I knew an apology was in order, and Chris, I think the time has come. I’d like you to come on out here and we can settle this thing like real men.Dave looks up the ramp, waiting for Chris to come out. He walks back and leans against the ropes, as a silence engulfs the arena, the crowd waiting with Dave to see if Chris is going to come down to the ring. After a few moments, Dave walks forward to the center again.Tyler: Ok, Chris, I get it. You’re mad and you….“Headstrong” starts to blast over the sound systems, cutting off Dave in midsentence. Smoke fills the arena, lasers and strobe lighting shining through them, as Chris Williams walks out on to the stage to a massive cheer from the crowd. He is dressed in a casual shirt and jeans combo, as he turns his attention to Dave. He walks down the ramp, his face a mixture of emotions; smiling due to the reaction from the crowd but also anger and disappointment as he looks at Dave. Dave backs into the corner and sits up on the top turnbuckle, as Chris makes his way down the ramp, climbs the stairs and gets into the ring. He grabs a microphone, as his music dies down.Chris: Give me a chance Dave. I had to get from my dressing room to the curtains when I heard you wanted to talk. So, here I am Dave.Tyler: And thanks for coming down Chris. I think its about time for this apology though, so ladies and gentlemen, here it is.Tyler walks to the center of the ring as he and Chris stand about a meter apart, the two young superstars looking at one another. Tyler looks at Chris with a smile, while Chris looks slightly confused. A moment of silence passes between the two of them, as the crowd too look confused….Tyler: Well?Chris: Well, wha….hang on? You want me to apologise?Tyler: Obviously! What did….oh hang on! You thought I was going to apologise? What the hell should I apologise for?Chris: Well, how bout acting like a paranoid jerk for the last week and a half? Or for accusing me of talking shit behind your back?Tyler: You want me to apologise for sticking up for myself? I’m sorry Chris, but I won’t…Chris: Apology accepted!Tyler: Wait, what?Chris: You just said, “I’m sorry Chris”, and I want you to know I forgive you.Tyler: Chris: ;D Tyler: Son of a bitch! Ok, that’s it Chris. Enough of this bullshit. I was hoping we could just settle this and get it over and done with, but there’s obviously a problem between the two of us that isn’t going to be sorted out all that easily.Chris: No, you know what, I agree. There isn’t. I thought that this might pass between you and me, but it obviously hasn’t and it’s obviously going to just keep getting worse. So, I think we should just end this, ok. I think we need to have a match….Mystery Voice: I agree! Chris and Dave turn their attentions up to the top of the ramp, their attentions drawn from their own personal squabbles. Gingerdude stands at the top of the ramp, looking down at the two of them. Chris and Dave move to stand right beside each other, looking back from Gingerdude to themselves, a look of annoyance on their faces. Gingerdude: I’ve been keeping an eye on you two, for obvious reasons. And I agree with what Chris just said. You two do need to have a match, so next week on Warfare, its going to be Chris Williams and Dave Tyler…. The two begin to smile as they turn their attentions back to each other.Gingerdude:. …teaming up with each other in a tag team match. The look of shock on Dave and Chris’s face is mirrored in the reaction of the crowds’ gasp. The duo turn their attentions back to Gingerdude, Dave kicking the bottom rope as Chris shouts up at Gingerdude. They try to use their microphones, but find out that they’ve already been turned off. Gingerdude: You two have a whole load of potential, so I want to see what you two can do when you team up. So congratulations guys. You two are now partners! Good luck on Monday. The camera cuts back to Dave and Chris, Dave walking to the center of the ring, running his hands through his hair. He turns back as he and Chris look at each other; neither looks at all happy about what has just been announced, but Chris sticks his arm out. Dave takes his hand and they shake, but as soon as Chris lets go, Dave turns and climbs out through the ropes, heading back up the ramp. Chris stays in the ring, as the scene…
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:19:45 GMT -5
Segment: YAY! A generic interview! (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show Charlotte King standing with the Television Champion, Jason Freeman. With the International Championship match coming closer, he certainly has to be in the final stage of preparing for what may be his final shot in a while.
Charlotte: I am here with the Television Champion, Jason Freeman. Freeman is one of five men that will compete in a very intriguing International Championship contest at next Saturday's Winter's Discontent pay-per-view, and while he may not be exactly a favorite to win, he---
Freeman: Hold on a second. Did you just say I'm not a favorite? Can you tell me why that is?
Charlotte: Well, I---
Freeman: No, don't say it. Your opinion is one that is shared by many of the fans, and it blows my mind every time I hear it. After all I've done, all I've accomplished since my return, all the wins I've racked up...how is it possible that I can still be viewed as anything BUT a favorite. Might I remind you that I pinned Thunderkiss. I pinned Dan White. I pinned Steve Phillips. I've pinned Thunder Train. The list goes on. I have never been pinned since my return. Not by ONE man. And still these fans will talk about how I'm apparently not a favorite...
Freeman sighs and shakes his head. These fans will never learn.
Freeman: You see, Charlotte, these people look at me, and they still see the Jason Freeman of old. They are incapable of understanding. Soon enough, however, they will be able to deny it no longer. When Jason Freeman holds the International Championship over his head for the THIRD time in his career, they will be FORCED to give in.
Charlotte changes the subject, as he seems on the verge of getting angry.
Charlotte: At Winter's Discontent, you will be facing not one man, as I'm sure you would have wanted, but four of them. Dan White, Scott Andrews, and Jonny Hughes will all be receiving title shots as well. Now, as per the rules of this match, it is very possible that you may never make it to the ring before the winner is decided. How do you feel about the match rules?
Freeman: Well, how do you think I feel? I earn a shot due to hard work, and an in-ring victory, and then I may lose it without ever participating in the match? Personally, I think it's ridiculous. On the one hand, I will love roughing up Dan White inside hell in a cell, however I would have preferred to not have to risk my title shot to do it. No, in a perfect world, it would be me vs Jake Steele one-on-one, but I suppose I've accepted that that is not going to be happening.
Charlotte: Okay, and how about your individual opponents in this match?
Freeman: Well, Jonny Hughes and I...we had formed a tag team back around Omega Effect, when the tag division was restated. The Dynasty, we had decided to call ourselves. That fell through once I was injured, and I'm very glad that it did. He would have done nothing but hold me down, and while he is a very good competitor, and I do admit that his in-ring skills are admirable, I am made for bigger things than Jonny Hughes. I'm sure he feels the same about me, and I suppose that until we face each other one-on-one, we won't know who is right or wrong. I wouldn't mind facing him some time, but that doesn't mean I think he deserves to be in this match. He had his title shot at Hello Goodbye. It's time he moved aside, and gave up.
Charlotte: Well, now what Scott Andrews? You can't say he didn't earn his shot, so what do you think about him?
Freeman: While, yes, Scott has earned the shot, I don't think he needed to have it at the same time. Look, I don't exactly want to talk about him right now, understand?
Charlotte: Well...okay...but...you will also get a chance to get your hands on Dan White, a man who you haven't been able to touch since Ginger stepped in. This could be the tiebreaker between you two, if one of you ended up pinning the other.
Freeman: It would, wouldn't it? The big question that I had to think of was, who should I pin? Steele or Dan? On the one hand, pinning Steele would feel like a more complete victory, having been unable to do so the last few times. On the other hand, pinning Dan would certainly be sweet, and end my business with him once and for all. I decided it doesn't matter. I'll go for Dan when I enter the ring, but I'll pin whoever I have to. As long as I become International Champion, the specifics are unimportant. Once I'm the champion, if any of them have a problem, they can just take it up with me.
Charlotte: Well, certainly some strong words. Be sure to order Winter's Discontent next Saturday to see the International Championship match with has the potential to be one of the most interesting matches of the year. This is---
Freeman steps in front of her, interrupting.
Freeman: Before you give a generic closer, allow me. This is Jason Freeman - your soon-to-be International Champion...
And with that, Freeman turns and walks off, as the camera fades to black.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:20:32 GMT -5
Segment: The biggest gamble of your life (Credit: BK London) We're in the city of bright lights - on the western front of the United States however. Las Vegas wasn't the place where dreams would come true, but it certainly was a fine place to lose everything you own. You could lose your 401k, your house, your life savings, all with just one game of blackjack. Or a wrong pull of the slot. Or landing on the wrong color or number. Everything in Las Vegas was a game of chance, and ironically, the same thing could be said for Jay Zero.BK London: Las Vegas, a place where the dreams of fame and money could come true in an instant. Las Vegas, a place where pain and your worst nightmares could manifest - in an instant. At Winter's Discontent, in a mere nine days, I go up against Jay Zero - and it seems the entire world is pushing for him to defeat me, pushing for him to dethrone me, pushing for him to knock me off my pedastal and become the new World Champion heading into the year 2009. London walks through the empty hallways of the Palms Resort in Las Vegas, probably one of the most popular places in the entire United States. The Real World Las Vegas, VMAs, and other special events have taken place at this casino of debauchery. London eventually stops and looks outside the window from above, staring down at the Las Vegas Strip at night - it's beautiful.BK London: Everyone wants the underdog to win, everyone wants to believe that somehow Jay Zero can do what no one has been able to do for half of 2008 - and that's defeat BK London. But deep down inside, beneath that exterior of fantasies, there is that gut feeling. That gut feeling that whether you want Jay Zero to win or not, the reality is that BK London will be walking out ACW Heavyweight Champion. And why? Because love me or hate me, you know that I am the best. I have said it time after time, I have proven it time after time, and until someone proves me otherwise - until someone takes the belt from around my waist - the fact of who's better or not is undisputed. And while you all haven't quite figured that out yet, the man who has truly figured it out - is Jay Zero. From the windows, to the casino itself, BK London walks through the the area of the slots. It's sort reminscent to the Mohegan Sun Casino they traveled to earlier in the tour, the place where BK London first laid his hands on Jay Zero. Really the turning point of this lengthy feud they've had.BK London: Jay Zero puts up that tough man facade. That me against the world facade. That cocky, arrogant, kid facade - that no matter what you have accomplished, he is still better than you. But Jay Zero is just like all you fans, he too has a gut feeling about the outcome of his match. He knows full well that this match is a lot more about just winning or losing. This is his big opportunity with the lights on bright to showcase that he can back up everything that he has said over the past two years. Everything he has, from his reptuation to his pride is riding on THIS MATCH right here. It's the biggest gamble he has ever made in his life, and HE KNOWS the odds aren't in his favor. He'd like to believe they are, but which man has main evented the most pay-per views? Me. Which man has won the most ACW titles? Me. Which man has the most experience in a big match atmosphere? Me. He's gambling everything on this match when the chances of him winning are quite slim, and quite embarassing even. London now takes a step in front of the building, and here we see the enitre shot of the Palm Casino Resort. It's beautiful at night as it reflects the lights of the strip. London looks up at the moon.BK London: From the DAY Jay Zero stepped in ACW, he proclaimed himself as the best wrestler on the roster. And how do I know that? Because Jay Zero made quite an impact upon debuting, he interrupted ME! He interrupted me and said that he was the best thing to come into ACW. Familiar? He said that I used to be the best wrestler on the roster, but not anymore. Familiar? It seems Mr. Jay Zero is a splitting image of himself 2 years ago.Well I am too. I was the best then. I am the best now. And on Decmeber 20th 2008 - I will prove ONCE AGAIN that I am still the best. The championships, the main events, the matches, everything I have in my corner going into this match Jay Zero...so there's one question I have for you.. Dramatic pause for this. The camera slows in and BK London turns his head towards the camera and chuckles a bit. London [/color] :: "Can you beat me now?"[/center] London walks off camera and the scene fades out.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:21:17 GMT -5
Segment: Gimme some of dem chips, I had chips befo! Credit: RSX3 (yes, all of us!) It’s Thursday Night and we’re still in Las Vegas. So you know what that means… right? I SAID RIGHT!? Well anyway, it means that once again all of ACW will take time away from their heated rivalries with whoever to spend some well deserved time in casinos. And in the case of RSX3, they’re taking time away from seven men who all want them dead, just so they can gamble, wasting all of their spare change on slot machines and then get FUCKING WASTED. Ah, you have to love a night out with RSX3. Let’s tune in…Steele - Aight, we gonna split dis shit down da middle. Dat means dat no matter how much we wind up getting off these slot machines, we still split dis fifty, fifty, fifty.[/color] XS3: Uhm, Steele, aren’t you rich?Steele - Dat’s besides da point. We got a deal, right?[/color] XS3: Yeah -- hey, when the hell did you start doing segments with us again?Train: He’s always been here, in spirit.Steele - Anyway, I’m about to go make dis money, take dis money![/COLOR] XS3: Yeah, yeah?Train: That money, money!XS3: Yeah, yeah!Train: That money, money!XS3: Yeah, yeah!Train: That money, mone-Steele - Stop dat![/color] XS3: So who brought the coins so we can get started and win some chips?Train: CHIPS!? WHERE?! I'M HUNGRY!Steele - I brought em. Here, we’ll split it into three.[/color] Steele pulls out a bag of coins and hands them to both XS3 and Train. They then begin heading for the slots. Steele finds his slot machine, which is called “Happy Negro Slots” and XS3 finds his, which is called “Mark “The Friend” Jenkins Friendly Slots”. Train looks around for his own slot to go to, but he doesn’t really care about money and after two seconds of searching, he shrugs and just decides to watch. Time passes by slowly, which causes us to go into a montage of what happens next.MONTAGE
Steele pulls the slot lever and chips pour out from it, as he gets almost buried in it.
MONTAGE
XS3 grabs a guitar from one of the country western acts in the casino and he smashes it against the slot machine, which causes for piles of chips to come out.
MONTAGE
Train is… well, he’s not doing anything but standing idle and seeing if he can eat the coins. He looks to his left and realizes he’s apart of a montage, which causes him to stop what he‘s doing and yell into the camera.
Train: HEY, DIDN’T THUNDERKISS DO THIS LIKE A YEAR AGO?!? CUT THE SHIT STEELE!Steele and XS3 stop the montaging and they just go back to normally winning big. After some more time passes, they grab all of their shit and walk over to Train, smiling from all of their winnings.Steele - CHEA! BIG MONEY WALKIN’! ME AND X HIT DA JACKPOT![/color] XS3: We got more chips than a Pringles can.Steele - Hey Train, since you didn’t do shit but kill our montage, can you go and cash these chips in for us?[/color] Train shrugs and throws his bag of coins down. It’s empty and he burps, go figure.Train: Sure, whatever.Train grabs the chips from Steele and X and goes on his way. He walks down the casino until he reaches the stand where the people cash in your chips for money. Train sees no one is there and looks over the booth, wondering where the fuck those people are.Train: WHERE THE FUCK ARE THOSE PEOPLE?Suddenly a old lady pops up looking tired and eating a bag of ruffles chips. Train’s eyes widen up and he begins to lick his lips as the old lady responds.Old Lady: What do yah want? Train: … The chips… I NEED… those chips.Old Lady: Oh, these? I’ll trade jah for that bag of chips you got there. Train: DEAL!Train and the old lady quickly trade and Train runs off eating the entire bag of chips whole. Train rubs his belly in enjoyment before he reaches Steele and X, who see no money in Train’s hand and his mouth covered in ruffles chips residue. X face palms as he knows what happened before Train can even say anything.XS3: ...You traded our chips for a real bag of chips didn’t you?Train: Uhm… *burp* … No?Steele - Goddamnit… fuck dis I‘m goin‘ back to da hotel.[/color] XS3: I’m right behind you.X and Steele make their leave as Train watches on with a sad look on his face.Train: Is it too late to ask if we can get out to the buffet now?Steele and X: YES! Train: Oh well…[Fade][/b]
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:22:01 GMT -5
Rage, Baseball Bats...and a Midget?! Alex Richmond
We open to the ACW gym. The usual gym, located on ACW Island, is quite possibly the best equipped gym you’ll ever see but because we’re on the road this is much sparser than the ACW stars are used to. As a result the gym is pretty much empty, except for a figure in the far corner going hell for leather as he throws blow after blow into an old, battered looking punching bag. As we get closer it is revealed that the figure is Alex Richmond who, due to the lack of suit, looks rather odd. This may possibly be the first time he’s been seen on TV wearing a loose-fitting ACW hoody, tracksuit bottoms and trainers. Richmond roars as he throws a final punch into the bag before walking to the water cooler, leaving the bag swinging. He takes a large gulp of water before turning around to reveal the large medical pad taped to his head, covering the gash he received at the hands of Will Slaughter on Warfare. Richmond breathes out heavily before muttering to himself.
Richmond: This just isn’t working, I need to find that little bastard and take my frustrations out on him.
As he’s saying this Richmond rummages in his gym back for a second before pulling out a wooden baseball bat, a wide grin on his face. He swings the bat with all his might into the punching bag, once more making it swing around wildly.
Richmond: Yeah, that’s gonna work!
Richmond, bat in hand, proceeds to storm out of the gym, nearly knocking the cameraman out of the way as he does so. He then proceeds to walk at high speed down the corridor at high speed, zig-zagging through the many different twists and turns with apparent ease. He comes to a sudden halt as he reaches a door and cracks his neck in preparation for whatever is about to come. Thanks to this pause in his relentless motion the cameraman has time to catch up, his heavy breathing audible and as he finally gets to where Richmond is stood the name plate on the door is clearly visible. It simply says “Godly”, the extremely arrogant moniker Will Slaughter has bestowed upon himself.
Richmond steps back a couple of steps, a determined grimace on his face, before hurling himself forward, crashing through the door. Once inside he pauses, scanning the room for any signs of life as the cameraman follows him in. The cameraman coughs, clearly the cough of someone trying to get someone else’s attention rather than a cough of illness, and Richmond spins around to stare daggers straight down the camera.
Richmond: What!?
Cameraman: Er...the door wasn’t locked.
Richmond almost chuckles to himself as the cameraman gives him this invaluable piece of information. Before shrugging and turning back to face the camera.
Richmond: Ah well, what’s done is done. Unfortunately little Will doesn’t appear to be in. I’d better leave him a message though...
On this note Richmond brings his baseball bat crashing down on Slaughter’s flat screen TV, making sure he does a sufficient enough job to void the warranty, before hitting pretty much everything in sight. He manages to rip open the leather sofa, and smashes numerous mirrors in his rage-filled path of destruction. Finally the only undamaged object in the room is Slaughter’s locker which Richmond eyes up, malice written all over his face, before bringing his bat crashing down on that too. He keeps on smashing too, repeatedly sending his bat crashing into the metal until the door pops open. Richmond smiles, satisfied at the damage he’s caused, but his smile suddenly fades and is replaced by a look of sheer confusion. The camera follows Richmond’s eyeline to see a midget dressed in a green suit darting from the room whilst holder onto his, also green, bowler hat for fear life. Richmond looks at the camera with one eyebrow raised.
Richmond: Well that was fuckin random! Anyway, I think my work here is done, let’s go.
Fade to Black
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:23:05 GMT -5
Segment: Drowse (Credit: Dan White/Alex Richmond)
Richmond is walking backstage, his expression isn't one of a happy man thanks to him not being able to get his hands on Slaughter yet. As he enters his locker room someone grabs him from behind and pins him to the wall. Richmond makes to retaliate but the assailant quickly backs off, holding their arms aloft.
Richmond: ...What do you want?
The camera pans back and it's none other than Dan White. There's a huge pop as he's shown on television. He has a rather serious look on his face, as though he's been rushing to get to Richmond.
Dan: Alright dude, I need to ask you a favour.
Richmond looks at him with a weird glare.
Richmond: Why exactly should I help you? Quite frankly I don’t even know who you are.
Dan: Yeah? Well that's besides the point. I need you to do me a favour and join my team tonight.
With a puzzled look, Richmond continues to question the self proclaimed International Champion.
Richmond: Um....okay, I guess I have no choice but to hear you out.
Dan: Aha, excellent, man. Basically, I want you to join Hughes and I against Steele and Freeman.
Richmond: So it would be a handicap match?
Dan: Yeah!
Richmond: ...why?
Dan hadn't thought of an answer, but he quickly manages to come up with a reason off the top of the head.
Dan: Um....basically.....Freeman is a little nob, and he needs taught a lesson. And Steele is a punk who needs to be put down.
Richmond: What the fuck?! That’s sick. I’m not interested in being part of some organised assault!
Richmond goes to leave in disgust, but Dan grabs his arm, forcing him back around.
Dan: Look, give it a chance. If anything a big win against two formidable-
He almost gags saying such a lie.
Dan: -opponents would look good on your track record.
Richmond looks at Dan, pondering for a moment.
Richmond: Well I suppose that it couldn’t hurt to put one in the win column.
Dan: Excellent! Our match is next!
Richmond: !!
Fade Out
Commercial.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:24:03 GMT -5
Close, but no fine Cuban cigar Alex Richmond/Will Slaughter
It’s been quite a show for Alex Richmond, he trashed Slaughter’s locker room in the hopes of sending him a message, joined the Senatorial Stable, helped his team win the 3-on-2 handicap match he became a part of at the last minute and then was involved as a mass brawl broke out. Yet despite all this the look on Richmond’s face, as he walks out into the car park and over to his bright yellow Ford Mustang Shelby GT500K (yes, that’s the top of the range model – he has black stripes on it too), is not one of satisfaction. It is clearly playing on his mind that, once again, Slaughter was able to attack him and, thus far, appeared to have the upper hand.
Not a man easily derailed from his aims, however, Richmond is plotting something in return for Slaughter. He isn’t sure what it is yet, he just knows it needs to be spectacular and needs to show once and for all that he is better than Slaughter. For now, it’s the end of the show and he can put such matters to the back of his mind until Monday at least. It’s still been a great day for him and he wants to get home and relax in style (watching a 50 inch plasma screen while in the Jacuzzi with your supermodel girlfriend, naturally).
Richmond drops his bag into the boot and wastes no time in climbing into the driver’s seat and firing up the masterpiece of an engine that lies beneath the bonnet. Richmond closes his eyes and revs the engine a few times, enjoying the roar that it emits, before pulling out of his parking space. Richmond’s eyes light up as he turns a corner to see none other than Will Slaughter walking about 100 yards in front on him. Slaughter turns as Richmond floors the accelerator and lurches forward towards him. Slaughter is like a rabbit caught in the headlights as Richmond continues to accelerate towards him but manages to throw himself out of the way at the last second.
Seeing that he failed to hit his target, Richmond comes screeching to a halt and wastes no time in jumping out of the car to pursue the now-fleeing Slaughter. Slaughter’s agility advantage comes into play as he dives over car bonnets to evade Richmond, who is having to try hard to keep up. As Slaughter leaps over a Hummer he smirks to himself as he pulls his own car keys out of his pocket, using the remote locking system to open the door from a distance. Slaughter dives into his car and fires up the engine in record time as Richmond gains on him fast. Just as Slaughter pulls out and begins to speed away Richmond comes from between to parked cars and latches onto the driver-side door handle. Slaughter simply begins to speed up and, when that doesn’t dislodge Richmond, he calmly winds his window down and punches him square in the mouth.
This definitely gets rid of Richmond, who tumbles to the floor. He gingerly picks himself up, wincing from the soon-to-bruising that has occurred from bouncing off concrete and scowls after the ever-shrinking Will Slaughter before wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. In a sign of total disrespect Slaughter slows down to stick his left hand out of his window, his middle finger stood up proudly on its own.
Richmond: FUUUCK!!
So frustrated is Richmond by being evaded by Slaughter once more that he lashes out, putting his hand through the nearest car window. This just happens to be Chairman Gingerdude’s Mercedes Benz and, as the alarm bursts into life, Richmond beats a hasty retreat, muttering obscenities under his breath.
Fade to Black.
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:24:25 GMT -5
”Memories and Minds” Credit: Andrew Hunter/Danny Mainer The scene slowly fades in, revealing the much less startling image of Andrew Hunter walking through the backstage hallways of ACW. The fans already know what he is after based on the interaction that he had previously with Ginger...well, at least, they have half of an idea. As Hunter travels through the halls and looks around, he nibbles on an apple, nonchalantly reacting to the assorted looks he receives from former co-workers, until he eventually ends up in front of a door with a bright "EXIT" sign hanging above it. He shrugs and opens the door, looking out into the cold. Seeing nothing, he turns...until he hears a loud crash. He raises an eyebrow and turns back around, this time exiting the premises. He continues to hear loud crashes, and he approaches the sound to eventually see the image of a large man repeatedly hitting a car with a crowbar. He nods.Hunter: Now, I'm hardly Sherlock Holmes, but I'm gonna go ahead and venture a guess that you're Danny Mainer. Danny Mainer turns around, the crowbar still in his hand. He knows who Hunter is, but naturally he is very surprised to see him.Danny Mainer: ”You again? What the fuck do you want?”Hunter: I'm just admiring your handiwork, I suppose. Mainer scoffs and walks away from Hunter, hitting the car from another angle. Hunter approaches and does, indeed, begin admiring the damage.Hunter: You know, I get angry too. Most of us do. The difference between you and me is I don't break innocent people's cars in a fit of rage. Danny Mainer: “Hold up, INNOCENT? Are you on crack, this is Ginger’s car! For God’s sake if it were up to me he’d be dead and –“Hunter: Hold the phone, short stop. Mainer raises an eyebrow.Hunter: Ginger's car? Danny Mainer: ”Yeah?”Hunter shakes his head knowledgeably, and then approaches the car slightly. He kicks repeatedly at the bumper until it falls off with a loud crash.Hunter: Proceed. Mainer continues hitting the car, while Hunter eats his apple and continues to watch. After a little bit of time, Mainer stops once again.Danny Mainer: “What the fuck do you want?!”Hunter: You like to repeat yourself, don't you? Danny Mainer: ”Yeah, sometimes it’s the only way you’re gonna’ get your message across. It’s called indoctrination, the Nazi’s used it a lot?”Hunter: Right, well, I need something from Ginger and he told me to take you down in order to get. Danny stops and stares Hunter dead in the face. His cheekbones ache as every inch of him wills himself not to burst out laughing. After about 10 seconds the pressure is too much and he drops to the floor in a fit of mirth as Hunter’s statement.Danny Danny Mainer: ”BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! OH GOD! OH GOD! This is too good to be true! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! This is so good it HAS to be fattening!”Hunter: No, it's true. Danny hoists himself up holding back his merriment at Ginger’s decision-making abilities and contains himself long enough to address Hunter.Danny Mainer: ”Just when I thought I’d seen EVERYTHING. That man comes up with something more retarded. The man’s incompetence makes me laugh.”Hunter: Likewise. But hey, I want what I want. Danny Mainer: ”And that would be?”Hunter: That's for me to know and for you to not know. The audience cheers slightly at Hunter's reuse of one of his classic phrases. Hunter takes a bite from his apple in the mean time.Danny Mainer: ”Listen, cupcake. You're not going to "rub me out" or whatever bullshit you're thinking, so don't even waste your time trying. It wouldn’t matter if you, BK London and Kudo Yasuda wanted to stop me. At the end of the day it’s all prices worth paying to get what I want and deserve.”Hunter: And what do you want? Danny Mainer: ”I want revenge. Simply put, Aiden, Thunderkiss ruined me. Because of him I’m living like a tramp in a motel room having to listen to the fat sweaty neighbour bring home a different prostitute each night. Simply put, I want my own back.”Hunter: Lovely. And why all that? Danny Mainer: ”Do you not pay attention to anything that happens in ACW?”Hunter: No, my attention span sucks. Pause. Danny Mainer: ”Alright well here goes. Sometime back, TK destroyed my arm. He had all the bone sticking out the arm, it was horrible. It shoulda’ ruined my career but alas I don’t really care. Because of TK wrecking my arm I lost my job, my girlfriend, my house and most of my money. Now? I’m just stuck like a hobo living in some Mexicans motel while his gangster buddies take over my apartment and operate in Vegas. It takes the biscuit, you onto it?”Hunter: Right. Well umm, I’m gonna’ leave you to it now. Anything else I can do? Danny Mainer: ”Do you have any plastic explosive?”Hunter: No, sorry. Danny doesn’t even listen for Hunter’s response continuing his handiwork on the car. Hunter flings the remaining apple core over his head hoping it’ll hit Ginger’s car as he swaggers off into the distance. Things are... heating up... maybe? I don't know what's really happening but something's happening and tension may or may not be rising. We'll see soon.FADE
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Post by BK London on Dec 11, 2008 19:26:42 GMT -5
Match 3: Jake Steele and Jason Freeman vs. Dan White, Alex Richmond, and Jonny Hughes (Credit: Steele) Match 3: Jake Steele & Jason Freeman VS Alex Richmond, Dan White & Jonny Hughes Credit: Mainer/Steele Opening bell rings.Phillip Jones: This following contest is scheduled for one fall... and is a 3 on 2 handicap match! Introducing the first team... ANARCHY!!!!!! ”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Dan White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He does that on two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and preparing for a fight.‘Spitfire’ begins to play over the AlphaTron to a chorus of boos from the fans as Jonny Hughes steps out onto the stage and poses for the fans before heading down to the ring. He slides into the ring and poses for the fans once more before removing his jacket and draping his towel over the turnbuckle as he awaits the start of the match, making sure to look over at Dan aswell.“Cigarettes & Alcohol” by Oasis hits the speakers as the lights dim, leaving the arena bathed in a golden light. Alex Richmond strides through the curtain, arms held out and face turned towards the heavens, a smile growing on his face as the crowds cheers become ever more audible. Pyros explode behind him, the lights return to their full beam and Richmond fixes his gaze on the ring before slowly striding down the ramp whilst slapping the hand of the odd nearby crowd member.
Richmond slowly walks up the steel steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping between the top and middle ropes. He stands midring and snaps his head backwards, forcing the hair out of his eyes before once more smiling and looking upwards, eyes closed, as pyros shoot out of all four turnbuckles. Richmond then removes his robe, handing it to the referee to pass onto the timekeeper, and rolls his shoulders to warm himself up as Hughes and Dan do the same.Phillip Jones: And their opponents... "Ugly" by The Exies plays which signals the arrival of Freeman. During the slow intro of the song, the lights dim, and he walks out onto the ramp slowly. When the chorus hits the lights turn on and flash brightly as a bit of fire pyro goes off. He walks slowly, and poses a bit as he walks down the ramp. He pauses at the ramp and looks at the three men in the ring, waiting for his tag partner...Everyday I'm hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin' Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
[/size][/center] The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the hood anthem of "Hustlin" by Rick Ross blares over the speaker system. The 808 of the beat pounds, and so does the jeers. A few moments pass by, and International Champion, Jake Steele steps from behind the curtains with his title placed over his shoulder. Almost as soon as he steps out onto the stage the booing begins to grow louder. Steele brushes his shoulders off, then does the same for his title looking out into the crowd and snickering. He makes his way down to the ring ignoring the yelling and the abrasive foul language by the crowd, as he stops by Freeman and takes a brief moment to look at him reluctantly. He then raises his title into the air and shows everyone, including Freeman, why he is better than them. Both men then climb onto the apron and into the ring as this match is set to start.*Ding, Ding* MATCH BEGINNING: The match begins with Jake Steele and Alex Richmond in this 3 V2 handicap, Jake and Alex have a bit of a test of strength with Richmond smashing Steele in the stomach with a big ol’ knee followed by an old school Scoop Slam straight to the mat. Richmond then hit a big ol’ leg drop right across the chest of Steele to the delight of the audience. Richmond starts showing some of his brawler side with violent mounted punches straight to the temple and Steele barely has time to breath between each shot. Steele fights back though with a slap to the face and a double boot thrust to the chest. Richmond flew back to his corner and Steele rolled back to his corner as Hughes tagged himself in. Hughes knocked down Richmond with a Yakuza Kick sending Steele crashing to the mat. MATCH MID-SECTION: Hughes then started to beat on Steele with some typical chain wrestling nailing a Brainbuster in the centre of the ring for a narrow 2-count but nothing else. After a bit more of a violent Suplex offence including a snap Butterfly Suplex and a double German Suplex Hughes went for a wristlock but Steele cart-wheeled out of it. Steele attempted to lariat Hughes but Hughes ducked and took Steele down with a surprise Roaring Elbow straight to the face. Steele was then dragged by his legs to the Big-Team Corner where he tagged in Richmond. Richmond climbed in and grabbed Steele by his head preparing to scoop slam him again, and with a prompt to Dan White; he tagged himself in and looked to hit a Scoop Slam to the knee. Steele knew where it was going and elbowed his way out. He darted back to his corner making the hot tag to the disappointment of Dan White. Steele flies into Freeman touching his hand barely for the hot tag. Freeman climbs into the ring to shout at him but Steele points at Dan to distract him momentarily. Steele pushes Freeman forward and then dropkicks him in the back sending him crashing into White in a massive heel heat bid to cost them their title shots. However, I doubt it counts and so instead Dan tags in Richmond again. MATCH END: When Richmond comes in, he’s ambushed immediately by the crafty Freeman who starts pounding away at him in the opposing teams corner with repeated strikes to the back and head making eye-contact with Dan as he does it to send a message to him. Richmond is defenceless to this assault as he slowly gets closer to the floor with repeated kicks to the stomach. Freeman slaps his chest cockily while staring directly at Dan. However, he wasn’t expecting to be punched in the face by Hughes. Freeman wobbles back into the centre of the ring clutching his nose being set up by Richmond. Richmond sprints behind Freeman and when he turns around he’s decimated with a vicious Clothesline from Hell. Steele can only watch from the sides as Freeman is left flat-out unconscious from THE BOTTOM DOLLAR! courtesy of one Kevin Steen. Freeman bounces off the mat and Richmond covers him. The rest is history. 1. 2. 3. *Ding, Ding* Phillip Jones: And your winners, by pinfall. The team of Dan White, Jonny Hughes and Alex Richmond! Dan's team has their arms raised in victory, with them visibly pleased by their win. Steele on the other doesn't seem quite as happy. He jumps off the apron and walks around the ring to pick up his version of the International Championship. He throws it over his shoulder and makes his way back around the ring and to the ramp. He looks at the four men in the ring and seems intent on leaving, continuing to walk backwards on the ramp, getting away from the possible hostile environment. Hughes looks like he wants to jump out and brawl with the champ, but Dan tells Hughes to step back and just wait. Steele looks a bit confused himself as to why Dan didn't let Hughes get another shot on him, but as his body begins to press up against the body of another superstar, Steele figures it out. Steele feels behind himself, and after he moves his hand towards the superstars hair, it becomes clear who it is - Scott Andrews. Steele can clearly be seen saying "aw shit" before he just decides to turn around. And when he does Steele can tell by Scott's expression that he should have just fought Hughes and got hit with a kendo stick again. Scott hits Steele with a right hook, which is so hard that it sends Mr. International rolling down the entrance ramp. Steele gets back up mid-roll, but is met with another right hook, which sends him down the ramp even more. Then finally Scott just clotheslines Steele and he rolls all the way down before stopping when he reaches the ringside mat. But as Scott walks down the ramp, he makes it clear that this is far from over. He picks Steele up and rolls him into the ring. With the three vicious superstars awaiting in the ring, Scott thinks twice before just dashing in in rambo mode. Though Scott just throws caution to the wind and dives into the ring, which immediately leads to a onslaught by all three men! They stomp away at the body of Scott, as he can do nothing but lay down and take it. The Las Vegas natives don't seem to like this one bit as they rain boos down into the ring. Even with Richmond and Dan being fan favorites, they don't appreciate the group mentality they are displaying here tonight. McNally: Freeman is out, Steele was just taught a lesson by Scott and now Andrews himself is being pummeled by the three men in that ring, who are just bloodthirsty to prove themselves.Edison: No one can save him!Then cheering is heard, the fans begin to get excited as it seems that someone is coming through the crowd. Even Edison and McNally look on to see who it is. Could it be? The man the fans seem to be cheering runs through the crowd in a hood with only a few fans being able to see his face. He jumps over the barricade with a chair in his hand as for some reason the people are cheering on this hooded assailant. He slides into the ring and oddly hits Richmond directly over the head with a chair. Now that gets a mixed reaction from the fans in Las Vegas. Some people wonder who is under the hood as Hughes and Dan back up a bit, wondering the same. The mystery man moves his finger over his hood and pulls it back, to reveal... McNally: Will Slaughter?! What the fuck is he doing out during this match?Slaughter sees the anger now growing on the faces of Dan and Jonny, as he quickly makes his leave, going back in through the crowd, now to some pretty loud booing by the fans. He cockily smiles, knowing that once again he's gotten Alex Richmond, and knowing he escaped a beatdown aswell. And thanks to Slaughter's distraction, it gave Steele and Scott both ample time to get back up for some revenge. Steele jumps at Dan and Scott targets Hughes. The ever so different men work in semi-unison, to make sure both brits get just what either man thinks they deserve. Steele slams his fist into the face of Dan, and follows it up with a elbow to the gut and a neckbreaker. Scott irish whips Hughes into the ropes, but Hughes stops himself short. Scott runs at Hughes in a attempted clothesline, but Hughes ducks and Scott goes flying over the top rope - landing on the apron. Hughes gets up and throws a forearm into the face of Scott, trying to knock him fully off the apron. He throws another but still Scott hangs on. Hughes tries to throw another, but just then Steele runs up behind Hughes and smashes him in the back with a RIGHT IN YO' FACE! Scott goes flying back and Hughes goes over the top rope. Steele looks and points at Hughes laughing, but what he doesn't see is Dan running up behind him, recovered from that quick neckbreaker and sending Steele flying over the top rope with a clothesline to the back. If only this was Fallen Heroes, Dan would be going to Omega Effect to face the World Champ. But alas, it's not. Dan raises his arms into the air, posing for the fans to a rather large pop. Dan continues his posing and gloating until he realizes Freeman is still in the ring - and he's getting to his feet. Both men know nothing can be done at this point, but still the tension is clearly there. Freeman just has to glare across the ring at Dan, wanting to end his rivals career so badly that he probably has dreamed about it. Dan has that same look in his eye, but with more of a confident glow to himself. Something is about to boil over, despite Ginger's orders. Any moment it could happen. Too bad that Steele grabbed Freeman by his legs and pulled him out of the ring. Steele begins taking his own personal anger out on Freeman, as the realist can do nothing but accept it as he was caught off guard. Scott is back up also and now he grabs Steele and turns him around, aiming to punch him in the face but hitting Freeman instead! Freeman is dazed by the punch, but he is tired of being pushed around. He hits Scott back, and now those two begin brawling. Steele watches the men brawl and now focuses on Dan, who stands in the ring with his arms crossed, ready for another challenge. He doesn't get it though, because Hughes elbows Steele in the back of the head and now they begin brawling too. McNally: And then there was one Eddie...Edison: I guess Dan's claim about being the true champion were right. Now he is the last man left sta-Just before Edison can finish, the lights dim to near complete darkness. All that can be seen are glow in the dark fan made signs and the thousands of camera flashes from fans in the arena. Dan uncrosses his arms in confusion, as the other four competitors halt their altercation to get a grasp of the situation at hand. It isn’t long before The Welsh Dragon himself jumps back in surprise at the words he thought he’d never hear again… OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH BRUDDAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
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