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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:46:50 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 15th December 2008
ACW Manifest Destiny Tour: Seattle, Washington
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------------
Alex Richmond vs. Jonny Hughes
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Scott Andrews vs. Jason Freeman
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Thunder Train w/XS3 vs. Thunderkiss w/FSX
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Jake Steele vs. Dan White - International Championship Match
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Strange Bedfellows: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams vs. BK London and Jay Zero
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:47:22 GMT -5
Opening Segment: I Am NOT Will Smith (Credit: FSX)
The human body is something that can near extinction and miraculously repair itself to a point of use once again. Those that were once crippled have overcome all odds in order to walk once again on their own, and they have been overjoyed with this success. Science has given them such a gift, and they express their gratitude everyday. Truly enriched, and expressing a happiness that was only a shell in the past. Still...one must remember that this individual will NEVER forget. All the pain they experienced through their life, and the sickening feelings that they were but a burden. Years of living with incredible pain and depression as they couldn't shield themselves from the thought they weren't like everyone else. They were a freak. They were a monster...Nothing will change those memories.
So for someone to suffer a true hardship, or to live their life in a fashion that they wished they hadn't....is there any escape from the memories of their mistakes? The human mind is the definition of destruction. Psychological suffering is something that can never really be healed, after all. Once it exists, it is always yours and yours alone. No amount of science will allow you to escape it, after all. Jim Carey proved this. Either way, it explains the scene. It sets the mood. It has served its purpose of introducing the eternal protagonist, antagonist, and afterthought wrapped into one. Fallen Souls would sigh softly as he rested himself back to a wall outside of the building, his eyes close for the moment as he seemed to be lost in thought.
FSX: Why are you here..?
The camera would search for just who Fallen may be speaking of, but no one was in sight. Could he be having some sort of an incredibly deep, spiritual moment in which he questions his own existence?! That might of been it, but as he was staring at the cameraman now it would seem that's not the case.
FSX: Don't you have somewhere else to be? Someone more interesting to be filming? Or are you just a lazy paparazzi who thinks watching me brood will earn them an easy buck? It's not going to work, kid. Many have tried...it's common knowledge.
Cameraman: No, no...I work for the company, sir. We noticed you weren't following Mr. Joseph around, so we figured you might have been injured. Or replaced. Or died!...I must admit, this is likely the least interesting situation we could have found you in.
Scoffing at what he heard, Fallen quickly turned away from the camera and returned to his thoughts, not about to waste his time on such nonsense again. It was hard to keep a level head when such crude comments were common place.
FSX: Well, I guess that makes sense. Sorry that I'm not dead then. Will that be all?
Cameraman: Well, we've actually got some time to kill. What was your name again?
Hesitating a moment, a smirk would appear on Fallen's face as he gazed back to the camera with the corner of his eye, waiting a moment before turning back to face it and shaking his head for a moment bemused.
FSX: ...Are you fucking serious? you can't actually be serious, because that just might be too much for me to deal with.
Cameraman: What? You’re new too, right? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make it some day.
FSX: Your vote of confidence would of been reassuring...if it was FUCKING TEN YEARS AGO! Seriously, I've had enough of all this bullshit! You think your being funny because you can make some damn topical humor? Well I don't give a damn! You’re just another douche bag!
Beginning to let his cool demeanor slip, Fallen would slam a fist back into the wall he had been simply resting against a moment earlier, beginning to pace back and forth after a moment. A tell tale sign for those that are aware of FSX to any degree.
FSX: Where do you think you’re going? Ohhh, the strange rookie is going crazy because of what I said! Well guess what? I'm tired of all of this. I'm tired of this company, and the way it treats me. I've given years of my life to these people, and no matter WHAT I do...nobody cares. Nobody notices. Nobody gives a damn. NOBODY REMEMBERS ANYTHING! Seriously, is the three month rule real to some fucking people?
Is there a window in the fourth wall of every room? Wait a second, they’re outdoors! That's unrelated! Either way, it seems Fallen is drifting away from anything he had planned on saying as he comes to a stop, trying his best to calm himself and express his emotion constructively. Before all hell breaks loose, anyway.
FSX: I was an ACW World Champion. I sacrificed months of my life doing what I could to help train a number of people on the roster right now, or at least help them hone their skills. I've done this for years, but nobody even remembers who I am?! And why?! Because some roided asshole pushes me around? Fuck that. Fuck all of this. I get no..NO DAMN RESPECT
Pausing a moment after he said that, he would stare directly to the camera for a moment sadistically. This would usually be the point where someone went to the hospital, and Fallen merrily wandered off to forget any of this happened! The camera guy, however, seems less than willing to let something like this occur.
Cameraman: H..hey...easy guy.
FSX: Easy? I even got put in a fucking insane asylum just because I give so much. I try so hard. I do everything I can, and give everything I have to entertain you people. To help you people. Then what happens? I get ridiculed, and I get stepped on. I'm classified as a forgettable sidekick JUST because my friends are egotistical narcissists who can't share the spotlight!
Thinking back to any team he had ever been on, this was notably a recurring element. Did Fallen have any control left over his own destiny at this point, or was everything simply pre-determined and lead by a higher power? That was something Fallen couldn't possibly agree with. He ranted as if there was no god to him, which might be a good thing. He's fucking blasphemous.
FSX: I shouldn't be ranting outside an arena in Seattle. It just makes me seem more pretentious then a snobby asshole in a Starbucks. This is bullshit! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE A LEGEND, BUT NO ONE KNOWS WHO I AM!
Cameraman: ...Well, what do you want me to do about it?
Those words might have just put a major damper on his fun, as Fallen seemed to calm down significantly as he thought about it for a moment. What was some insignificant nobody going to do for him, exactly? What was the point of ranting at him if there was simply no benefit?
FSX: Not a god damn thing, you stupid bastard. Why? Because I know how things are going to go. I'm going to re-enter that arena and get told off by a drunken man, whose desire for attention has led him to COMPLETELY disregard the feelings of people around him. I'm going to do my best to try and help him conquer his former pupil, and then prepare for a tag team match. People are going to laugh and compare me to Dick Grayson as I follow around the guy, and then I'm going to go to watch as people I used to consider friends look down at me. As people mock me for my current status as a half-assed attempt to make themselves look better.
Cameraman: Maybe things would be better if you weren't so emo about it.
Laughing softly to himself, Fallen would let out a sigh as the thought of beating this poor man to a pulp crossed his mind once more for a fleeting second, shaking it off as it all seemed meaningless. He wouldn't benefit at all from doing justice and destroying the douche bag that stood before him. Though at the same time, he had no intent of being in his presence any longer.
FSX: What the fuck is that? I'm a grown man, I don't care about kids’ trends. I'm getting old, and I'm dealing with it. I'm just pissed off, there's a fucking difference. So unless you want me to shove that camera down your fucking throat, and film your insides as I rip them out of your torso...LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!
Not wasting a moment of time, the cameraman would stumble over himself and drop his camera to the ground as he rushed off. He might not be the brightest individual in the world, but he was at least aware of when someone was primed and ready to kick his ass. Either way, one would think that was the end of the scene. It likely would of been if he'd forgotten to drop the camera, but instead it focused on the looming figure of FSX for a moment as he gazed to the wall.
FSX: I don't belong in the shadows, and I don't deserve this disrespect...
Sometimes, there isn't an exclamation mark on things. There is no way to lighten the mood. This is just a passing moment now, though. But a memory...
Fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:47:50 GMT -5
”If at first you don’t succeed…” Credit: Danny Mainer/Hunter “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails hits signalling the arrival of the tweaked and tormented Danny Mainer. Ever since his vacation recovering his arm Danny has been somewhat of a loner after his family, friends and girlfriend left him to die in a cheap Vegas apartment but THIS TIME he has company! Who’s that you might ask? Well we don’t know per se. We don’t exactly know the gender or appearance of this person because it’s covered in a heavy duty burlap sack no doubt found in the basement last minute. All that can be seen is a pair of bare legs from the knee down and stiletto shoes kicking and flailing as Danny fireman carries her down the entranceway. You would of course assume the person in the bag is female. Edison: ”I guess Danny isn’t alone anymore! I think he’s made a new friend!!!”McNally: ”Something tells me from the potato sack and the fact she’s kicking and screaming like someone who’s just snorted a LOT of Prozac, the friendship isn’t mutual!”With little effort, he carries her down the ramp smiling and waving at the fans with his free hand beaming brilliantly like his cocky old self. Besides the fact that he’s wearing black baggy clothing and has heavily blood shot eyes you’d almost be able to think for a second that this was the OLD King of Vegas that used to hang around with Entourage and punch girls in the vagine for giggles. However, it’s not and now we see Mainer lumbering the girl onto the apron. He reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair before sliding it under the bottom rope and shoving the girl in a sack into the ring. The crowd boo loudly at this scenario as Danny flips through the ropes setting up the steel chair in the middle of the ring. He sits the girl in the bag on the steel chair and produces a pair of handcuffs from his pocket sealing her fate by snapping her to the chair. Danny then takes a microphone from Phillip Jones who has still yet to evac the ring. Danny glares crazily into a nearby camera as he pulls the bag off of the girls’ head revealing a rather petite white girl with black red hair and thick, red lips. Tears are flooding from her eyes and her eyeliner is clearly ruined. She’s dressed in a tight black leather skirt which rises up high above the knee and a slightly too small white blouse showing off a lot of her full cleavage with 3 buttons undone. Edison: ”Who the heck is that?!”McNally: ”I THINK we’re about to find out!”Danny Mainer l The Psychotic Maniac: ”Ladies and gentlemen in the audience… inhabitants of the ACW universe! I’m out here today with my LOVELY female assistant here Ms. Helen Walsh. Now, Helen why don’t you tell ALL us what you do around here?!”The girl can barely choke back her tears long enough to tell the audience her profession. It’s nothing bad or anything but Danny clocked her in the back of the head with a lead pipe to stun her long enough to put her in a bag and it’s a pretty traumatic experience for her. Danny isn’t amused and he furiously whips out a small black plastic device from his pocket. He presses the big button on it and thunder sparks out the tip causing a gasp from the audience and a ‘Holy Crap!’ reaction from Walsh. Danny Mainer: ”BITCH! ANSWER ME!”She freaks and screams out her answer while trying desperately to escape her restraints. Helen Walsh: “I’m the chairman’s secretary! PLEASE don’t hurt me!!!” She continues to sob as Danny raises the tazer in the air. Danny Mainer: ”Damn right! This bitch here is Gingerdude’s leading lady when it comes to putting out. I mean am I right in assuming that by just looking at her you can see the essence of slut written ALL over her face?! Look at that short skirt, and that cheap blouse that’s JUST hanging off her heavily modified chest! What a dirty WHORE!”He turns around and gives a belter of a slap to the face of the traumatized young secretary causing the crowd to gasp. McNally: ”What in the HELL?! That sick bastard, traumatizing this poor, defenseless woman! HE should be ashamed of himself!”Edison: ”She’s just a casualty of war. I do agree though, when Mainer said he’d lost EVERYTHING he truly meant it didn’t he? He’s lost his pride!”Danny fans a hand in front of his face, cringing at what seems to be an unpleasant smell. Danny Mainer: ”Ugh! That is REVOLTING! All I can smell is the scent of harlot! I’m just getting this disgusting waft of all of the cum that this girl has swallowed, it’s extremely offensive to my sense of smell! Just from snorting this in I can tell how many times this girl has straddled the Gingerhorse in the back of a van or gone down on him in a limo! She’s done at least twice, this kinky, horny slut! I bet it makes a change to being abused by someone OTHER then that old deadbeat molten-mane?”Walsh goes bright red in the face as the crowd roar with displeasure at the new Danny Mainer’s vicious actions against an innocent woman. Blushing with horrific embarrassment through the tears, she scrunches her eyes hoping it’ll all go away but as this happens Mainer grabs a chunk of her hair yanking her head backwards exposing her neck to the audience. The crowd stare in disbelief as Mainer begins to straddle Walsh’s lap still holding onto her hair. She writhes at first but realizes his weight is too much and she’s completely defenceless to his advances. Microphone still in hand, and tazer still in pocket he stares at her neck like a maniac. Danny Mainer: ”Say Hel, how does this feel? How does it feel to be in the presence of a REAL man?!”Danny doesn’t wait for an answer and dives onto her neck licking at it tentatively watching her shiver in either disgust or pleasure, probably a mix of the two. The crowd are again in awe at just how low the man has sunk as he then suddenly sinks in with romantic love bites onto her neck, he sharply sinks his teeth into the girl savouring the hatred as she screams in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Danny smiles at this reaction as he works her over for a few seconds on the neck. However, just when it looks like through tears she’s beginning to enjoy this a little he climbs off of her with a look of sheer disgust on his face. Walsh goes red in the face at the realization she’s being turned on on national TV. Danny Mainer: ”Yuck! Tastes like cheap perfume! Y’know what the funny thing is? I think this girl is getting off at me treating her like the complete and utter cumslut that she is! Shall we have a look and see how moist and shivering with desire for more this mini-masochist is?!”Danny again doesn’t wait for an answer and attempts to rip off the short skirt that covers her possibly moistening crotch. To everyone's surprise, however, something hits the speakers to intervene. And it may just be the last person they expected. ...AND HELL FOLLOWED WITH HIM...The fans pop like mad as "1776" hits the speakers, and Andrew Hunter appears atop the stage, wearing shabby street clothes and holding onto his sunglasses by the tip of his nose. This precarious position allows the audience to see that Hunter's eyebrow is raised, and as the music shuts off and the mic in his hand comes to his lips, everyone is instantly silent. Hunter scoffs, but chuckles at the prospect. Hunter: ...well okay. You know, sociopath and cretin I took you for, but pornography-obsessed lecher? That was hardly on my list of possibilities. Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck do you want, Hunter? I thought I told you to fuck off last week?”Hunter: No, you did. But as any of these lovely people out here tonight will tell you, I don't like to listen to anyone but myself. Schizophrenia helps in that regard. The audience chuckles. Danny Mainer: ”Look, unless you want to double team this fucking disgusting whore, you can go die for all I fucking care!”Hunter: Death isn't my shade of fun, I must say. Been through it a few too many times. Mainer drops Helen forcefully and stands at the ready. Danny Mainer: ”Well come down here and I'll send you on your final journey!”Hunter: Oh look, he's gone all Highlander on me. Tell me something, dear, what do you hope to accomplish right now? Danny Mainer: ”What are you talking about?”Hunter: You know...your motive? I mean, clearly you don't want to fuck that thing who's now...well...not there anymore... Mainer turns around to see that the ring is empty, and Helen is nowhere to be found. Hunter, it seems, always has a plan indeed. Hunter: So why ARE you here? What do you want? Danny Mainer: ”That's none of your fucking business. I'm not talking to anyone but GINGER about this shit!”As if on command, “Ginger’s theme” hits, and the angry and flushed Chairman Gingerdude marches out of the curtain. The crowd are mixed on this appearance, however. Gingerdude: “All right, Danny, YOU HAVE MY ATTENTION. What is it that you want from me? I’m FED UP of your antics, you're torturing my staff live on stage and I will not have it. You’ve destroyed my office, my car and now my secretary. Name it and I’ll do my best to make sure you can have it” Hunter: Well someone's pussy whipped. Ginger shoots Hunter a look, but Hunter simply looks off at nothing. Danny Mainer: ”RIGHT. Now! NOW that you’re listening I’ll lay MY CARDS on the table. See Ginger, as different a person we are; we both share one common factor that unites us in all our passions! What could that be perhaps? COMMON. ENEMIES. You and I BOTH hate Aiden ‘I’m a Judas’ Joseph for EVERYTHING he has put us through! You can&’ deny that! He’s attacked your daughter, ruined my career, pulled more shameless scandals then I can even be bothered to count! End of the line? We both think he’s a PRICK. So, this is this. I WANT A MATCH!”Gingerdude: “Done and done Dan! You DIDN’T need to go through all this! I would’ve GLADLY given you his head on a platter if you’d asked for it an-“ Danny Mainer: ”WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH. WOAH. WOAH. WOAH. WOAH.Gingerdude: “Wha-“ Danny interrupts him. Danny Mainer: ”WOAH!
WOAH!”An awkward pause for a few seconds, Gingerdude waits it out to see if the coast is clear after Danny’s WOAH fit. Hunter keeps an eyebrow raised over this whole scene. Ginger finally chooses his moment. Gingerdude: “What is it Danny?” Danny Mainer: ”I haven’t fucking finished, Angela Lansbury. Now shut up and let me tell you the rest of the story in Balamory! I want a match with Thunderkiss, we’re good with that. However, here’s the aftershock. I want it; WHENEVER I want!”Gingerdude: “Done!” Danny Mainer: ”LET ME finish. I want this match with Thunderkiss WHENEVER I want, WHEREVER I want, and most importantly, this is the absolute icing on the cake! HOWEVER I want! You give me that and I’ll let your floozy go and even more importantly I’ll stop destroying YOUR stuff unless you piss me off again or I want something, got it?!? If not, I’ll destroy everything you love and hold dear until I come for your own fucking THROAT!”Ginger seems torn, on the one hand giving Danny an opportunity to COMPLETELY control his mortal nemesis, Thunderkiss would be an opportune way to completely rid ACW of Mr. 500%. However, on the flip-side if Thunderkiss gets injured it would be easy enough for him to sue and if this plan backfired there’d be a very angry Thunderkiss on his case. So, what does Ginger do? He goes and leaves it out to chance. Gingerdude: Well... Ginger looks at Mainer, and then at Hunter, who has quite literally begun twiddling his thumbs because of the scene before him. Gingerdude: I know what I'll do, then. Lucky for you, the former two-time World Champion standing right next to me... He motions to Hunter, who, in missing this motion, looks around the stage for someone else. Gingerdude: ...ALSO wants something that I'm not very confident in giving him. So tell you what, gentlemen. I want to see you two FIGHT IT OUT. For the first time ever, we will see Danny Mainer vs. Hunter at Winter's Discontent, in a match of my choosing! The winner gets MY favor. And that's the best I can offer you. Danny Mainer: ”Normally I don’t negotiate with flaming-haired terrorists but you know what? Stomping Hunter’s goofy ass all around the ring will be a DEEEEEE-LIGHTFUL! So you’re on! Once I’ve fixed up Hunter and shipped him off to Afghanistan THEN we’ll see if we can solve your problem of electricity problems!”Hunter, on the other hand, has a different perspective. Hunter: There is no goddamn way I'm wasting my time with this two-bit piece of shit hack! Are you fucking kidding me right now? I absolutely refuse to go into the ring AGAIN for your sorry ass, much less to wrestle something pervert with a bad case of the "IT'S NOT MY FAULT" syndrome! Fuck that! Gingerdude: Do you want what we discussed? Hunter: Yeah, but--- Gingerdude: Then there are no arguments to be made. This is the only way I'll grant either of you your favor. Done and done. Now stop breaking my shit! And with that, he angrily turns away from the two men and heads backstage as his music plays once more. Hunter looks sullenly at the microphone in his hand, and then up at Mainer, who looks at him in a devious manner. Mainer licks his lips in excitement, but Hunter simply stares back. There is no fear that goes through him, no - he's annoyed beyond the very definition of the word. But he realizes he has no choice. Because of this, his determination is at an all time high. May God have mercy on them both. FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:48:18 GMT -5
Segment: The Dangerous Case for Openweight Gold (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns from the break, Fallout's very own, Dangerous Nicholas Alger is seen in the backstage area, interviewed by Kevin "The Internet" Anderson.
Anderson: I'm here with Dangerous Nicholas Alger, a guy who's gonna go up against the unbeaten Stan Johnston in an Openweight Title match at Winter's Discontent...now, Nicholas, do you really think a Fallout match deserves to be on a ACW pay per view card?
DNA: I dunno about that, but I know my foot deserves to be right upside your face, you little big haired nerd! Look here, Stan Johnston, I respect the hell outta you, you're one of the toughest guys in any sport that I've ever seen, but you better believe that I'm not ready to roll over and lose to you! Peter Bannatyne kept trying to build bad blood between us, but I know that if I stay calm, and approach this with a sportsman's attitude, I'll find a way to win, whether it be knocking you out, pinning you, or my favorite, forcin' a submission!
Anderson: Uh, you really think you can beat Johnston? He's kinda undefeated, and you've lost to everyon...
DNA: Yeah, I can beat Johnston. See, I'm perfectly calm now, it's like I'm in a Zen state. I might not win, but I might not lose. What I know is that like never before, my head's clear, and I'll do whatever it takes, within the rules, to beat Johnston, and finally win the one prize that's eluded...
Anderson: What about the UFC Heavyweight Title?
DNA: The one PRO WRESTLING prize that's always eluded me, you immature little twig! I'll snap your neck, your arm, your ribs, and your skull before you even cry out! And when you do that, I'll break your knees, your tibia, your fibia...
Anderson: You mean, my fibula?
DNA: ARRGH!
The Internet, having successfully annoyed his subject, goes running off into the depths of the back, while Alger calms down again.
DNA: Anyway, the Openweight Title is the one thing I've wanted to top off my career, and nobody, nothing, not even my own troubles will be enough to stop me.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:49:31 GMT -5
Segment: Champion’s Discontent. Credit: Steele/RDK
The last Warfare before and we’re in Seattle, Washington. It’s kind of sad for the major patriots in ACW that this is the final TV stop for our US Tour, and for the rest of ACW, they will probably be happy to get back on ACW Island where most have called home. But alas, the show is definitely going to be explosive, and has already begun. As we fade in, we see the International Champion and officially marked man; Jake Steele standing in the ring dressed in his casual wear. Plain white T, baggy Southpole blue jeans, a pair of clean white Air Force 1’s, a platinum Rolex watch and his platinum “M.V.P.” chain. Steele also as always has his International Championship over his shoulder, still with the new clean design. He stands by Charlotte King, who looks completely stunning in a shiny, tight, tight gold dress. Steele looks her up and down for a moment, as she just smiles holding the microphone in her hand and opting to begin this interview.
Charlotte King: Welcome ladies and gentlemen… to a special Charlotte King exclusive interview. Here with me tonight I have a man who can definitely be claimed as a marked man; Jake Steele. Steele, over the past month, certain ACW superstars have been trying everything possible to cut your reign short but somehow you still managed to keep a distant smirk on your face. But now, with the recent revelations that was made on Thursday, do you really think you’ll be able to get past this very grave challenge.
Steele - Charlotte… you answered ya own question just naw. Dis whole month, I’ve been knocked down, beat up in parkin’ lots, arrested, had my title stolen from me, and even had to team with Jason Freeman. All of dat would usually break down a normal man. But I mean, pft, come on Charlotte you know dat I am far from bein’ normal. Sometimes I think I’m a robot, or a cyborg or some wild technical shit like dat. One time I got real pissed off, and I swear to god… my eyes turned bloodshot red. And den I found da nigga and used da five finger palm of death move. Shit was ill.[/color]
Charlotte King: Wasn’t that the exact same thing that happened in Kill Bill Vol. 2?
Steele - Tarantino got dat idea from me. I inspired dat whole movie.[/color]
Charlotte King: Right… moving. Last Thursday, Chairman Gingerdude was clearly pissed by everything that has been occurring. So to keep all of you in line he made the then five man Hell in a Cell Scramble match. You of course have no experience in this environment, and those who have been in it have never walked out the same. And to add to that, Gingerdude added in Championship Scramble style rules. What will you do to survive?
Steele - Over the course of eight months, I’ve been in numerous high-risk matches. Seven Deadly Sins Match, Tables Match, TLC Match, Barbed Wire Brutality, Ladder Match… and da list just goes on. I’ve been in situations dat other people would be broken under. I kicked Kudo Yasuda through a window, I’ve been Silver Spaded through a table, and I’ve fallen off of more Ladders den Jeff Hardy. So if you thinkin’ fear is a factor in dis match den you wrong. And if you think me not wantin’ to get bloody, or bruised up, den you still wrong. See it’s like dis Charlotte, right now, I’m discontent.[/color]
Charlotte King: With what may I ask?
Steele - I’m discontent wit’ a lot of shit. I’m discontent wit’ Scottie cause he look like Mistah Kennedy. I’m discontent wit’ Freeman cause he’s a jew. I’m discontent with Hughes cause called me a nigga… and I’m discontent wit’ Dan White cause he’s a STD carryin’, DNA testin’, WOO! Semen spillin’, Bob Dillon lookin’ son of a bitch! WOO!
Steele brushes past Charlotte and starts strutting like Ric Flair. He bounces off the rope and elbow drops the ring, which gets some laughs out of the crowd. Steele then gets back up and gets a more serious look on his face. Charlotte is pretty much speechless after that and lets Steele continue, as he snatches the mic away and begins yelling into it.
Steele - AND I’M DISCONTENT WITH DA MACHO MAN RANDY DALLAS BECAU--[/COLOR]
OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH BRUDDAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
"Macho Man" hits the sound system and The Macho Man RDK steps out onto the stage to the delight of the fans in the arena tonight. RDK has a mic in hand, and puts his palm up in the air, motioning for the music to cut and for everyone to simmer down. RDK goes to speak...
Randy: ...NOW THE MACH SAYS THIS BRUDAH....
The crowd cheers, RDK adjusts his sunglasses.
Randy: Mach has got a little challenge in mind! And that challenge goes to the winner of tonight's International title match! The Mach doesn't care if it's Dan White...The Macho One doesn't care if its Jake Steele!
Jake's eyes bulge in disgust. The Mach holds the mic up and speaks louder into it. The crowd is going ballistic.
Randy: ...And WHEN the match is made, the match is done....AND THE MACH STANDS DEAD SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MACHOMANIAC'S RING....THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION....THEN ALL THE MACH'S FANS....THE MILLIONS
FANS: ....AND MILLIONS....
Randy: ...OF THE MACHO MAN'S FANS LET THE MACHO ONE KNOW ALL BY CHANTING AT ONE TIME...THE MACHO MAN'S NAME!
R-D-K! R-D-K! R-D-K!
The fans can't contain their excitement. It's been a long time since the Macho Man has been in an ACW ring. He stands around with a cocked eyebrow, Steele clearly pissed off, addresses the Macho Man's challenge.
Steele - I admiyah yo' spirit Mach...but dat ain't happenin' tonight nigga! You got yo' shot comin' up at Winters Discontent...just like da rest of all of dem' suckas! You'll just have to sit back and enjoy da fire works, cuz' I gots my plate full!![/color]
Chants for both Steele and RDK are audible, both men staring at eachother: Stage - Ring. RDK puts his palm up again and the entire crowd quiets down once more.
Randy: If the ACW fans want to see Macho Mayun Arrrr-Deee-Kayyy GO ONE ON ONE, WITH THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD...GIMME AN OoOoOoH YEAAAAAAAAH!
OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH
Randy: The fans have spoken! The time has come! The Macho One and the gangstah from the hood who does not brush his teeth when he should...WILL GO ONE ON ONE, HERE TONIGHT!
Before any more marking out can continue, before Jake can make another comment, the titantron flickers on. Gingerdude comes on the screen, looking into the camera from his office.
Gingerdude: RDK...you're going to have to wait! Your new contract states you cannot compete until the PPV...so you shall not compete!
Many audible boos are heard at this announcement, RDK clenches his fists in rage. Jake nods in acknowledgement, not wanting to wrestle two matches back to back here tonight.
Gingerdude: That will be all, see you two at Winter's Discontent!
The titantron flickers off and the crowd is clearly displeased with the Chairman's announcement. RDK takes off his sunglasses before Jake speaks into the mic again.
Steele - There's nothing saying you still can't watch mah match later here tonight Mach'! I will SHOW YOU how me and mah boys get shit done in da' hood![/color]
Randy: You're on brudah! I will be watching....I'LL BE RIGHT THERE AT THE ANNOUNCER'S TABLE, THE BEST SEATS IN THE HOUSE! YOU BETTAH BELIEVE DAT' BRUDAH! OoOoOoH YEAAAH! MACHO---MAYUNNNNNNNNNNN!
The Mach tosses his mic to the floor and "Macho Man" hits the speakers as he makes his exit. Steele just looks on smiling, as this night is bound to very... discontent.
[Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:51:46 GMT -5
Segment: Freeman is here! YAY! <_< (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to a backstage area, showing the door to the ACW arena. The door opens, and in walks an arriving Jason Freeman. The crowd boos, predictably. Before Freeman takes three steps into the building, he hears a voice from the side.
Kevin Anderson: Jason Freeman!
Freeman turns, and rolls his eyes, obviously not wanting to do an interview at the moment. Kevin walks into the shot.
Freeman: Look, at the moment, I'm---
Kevin: It'll only take a second. I know a lot of the fans are wondering exactly why you went out on Thursday during Scott's match and---
Freeman: Wondering? Do I really have to explain myself? Fine. I gave Scott a deal that would have greatly benefited both of us. A deal that any sane man would have accepted. I offered him to join forces with me and attempt to protect ourselves, and our title shots, by taking out some of the more undeserving members of the Winter's Discontent match this Saturday. Scott, for some reason, failed to see things my way, and not only said no, but insulted me. Not only that, but after my match...he ran down to the ring, and he ended up punching me in the face. So you can imagine that I---
Kevin: Well, yeah, he did...except he was aiming for Steele, and...
Freeman: Be that as it may, I was slightly annoyed with him anyways, and that only served to make it worse. When I noticed that he was in a match, I couldn't resist coming down and watching. I never made any physical contact with him, so perhaps he should have payed greater attention to the match? You should never let yourself get distracted.
The fans boo this explanation, but Freeman pays no notice.
Kevin: Well, tonight, you do know you are facing him one-on-one in the ring, right?
The fans cheer, and from the look on Freeman's face, he did not know that. But it fades in a second, and he merely smirks, not seeming concerned.
Freeman: Well, then I suppose we can settle our issues tonight. That is great, actually, because once I beat him, that will give me the momentum I need going into Winter's Discontent. Now, I feel that I have sufficiently explained myself, and I have a match to prepare for. If you could leave now, that would be greatly appreciated.
And as Kevin opens his mouth to reply, Freeman just walks away. Kevin looks after him, wondering whether to pursue, but then he merely shrugs, and walks away. The camera fades out into the next segment.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:53:39 GMT -5
Segment: Show Must Go On (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up in the arena, and the Seattle crowd go crazy as the camera pans across, allowing the fans to get their two seconds on national television. They go even crazier as “Anarchy in the UK” hits, and the Welsh Dragon walks out to huge cheers. Dan has a small smirk, curiously dressed in a very smart beige suit, with two gold chains around his neck. He's also wearing what are clearly expensive sunglasses, and to top it all off, a smart golden Rolex watch. And of course, the stolen International Title is across his right shoulder. He enters the ring, taking a microphone and making a cut sign towards the titantron, his music appropriately fading.
Dan: Alright, then. We've got just five days until Winter's Discontent. And this isn't going to be an easy match at all. We've got five arseholes who want to come out of that match the rightful International champion. And don't get me wrong, I'm not making myself look like the Dalai fucking Lama here because I'll admit, I'm an arsehole myself. But of course the sixth person in the match is the Macho Man RDK.
Dan pauses, admitting that the crowd will want to pop for the mention of RDK, which they duly do so.
Dan: Alright, I'll let you cheer for him. But I ain't gonna respect the Macho Man, and you gotta accept my reasoning for this. Hell in a Cell isn't a walk in the park for anyone, no matter how hardcore you claim to be. It's only for the wicked, and in this match we have six people who deserve that spot. But of course, RDK and I are the only ones with experience in this match. Role the footage.
ACW Archives: Spring Into Hell 2006: Macho Man RDK vs. “Welsh Dragon” Dan White – Hell in a Cell
He lifts Dan up into a Spinebuster, ready to hit it into a Chokeslam, when Dan reaches into his pocket, grabbing something. He drops it to the feet of RDK, and the Smoke Grenade explodes, unleashing a powerful amount of smoke.
There’s much coughing from the Macho Man it can be seen, but Dan is seen falling out of the smoke, like RDK has released him. Dan then quickly goes into the smoke, and a large amount of scuffling can be heard.Suddenly, the smoke gradually begins to clear, and Dan has the Fujiwara Armbar locked in on the Macho Man. Macho tries to squirm free, but Dan grabs his other arm, locking in under his front, and locking in a leg headlock on the Macho Man. The pain intensifies through RDK’s arm and then through his shoulder, into his back. He tries to escape, but there appears to be no option. RDK then does the surprising thing. He lifts his arm up, and taps in front of everyone. The arena silences as the bell rings, and Dan releases the hold, not quite sure what to think of what he’s done.
Philip: Your winner of this match...The Welsh Dragon, Dan White!
Dan: As you can see, I also became the first person to ever make RDK tap out. So before you doubt my chances, you just gotta remember that I have experience in that structure.
He pauses, stroking his nose as he changes subjects.
Dan: But you might wonder about why I look so different tonight. I decided to bling myself up a bit, you know what I mean? I mean I'm the real, authentic, true ACW International champion, and I felt that I had to show to you all how much I am worth. I mean as your International champ, I deserve it, don't I?
The fans look confused. The way Dan's reacting, it seems as though he's just flaunting his wealth. Not exactly what he wishes to do if he wants to get the crowd behind him in preparation for Winter Discontent.
Dan: I mean look at these shades. These are genuine Ray Ban's sunglasses. They cost me the best part of £6 grand. That's a lot of money, especially during this little credit crunch thing. Surely a man with a face as recognised as myself deserves to spend as much as he wants on a pair of sunglasses.
The crowd are almost ready to boo Dan, before he carefully and slowly removes the sunglasses. The fans curiously watch, as he grips them in his left hand, and to their surprise, with a tightened grip, breaks them in two. Dan jokingly looks shocked.
Dan: Oh my! I seem to have broken them! What a damn shame! At least I have my one of a kind Rolex watch!
He shows off his watch to the crowd, even taking it off to place closely in the eye of the camera, showing it off to the world. But he then drops it to the floor, 'accidentally' stamping on it, and again mockingly looking surprised.
Dan: Oh dear! What a darn tooting! That watch cost me an awful lot of money! Oh well, at least I have my chains...
With that, he removes his chains, smirking as he looks at them. But then he trips, blatantly intentionally, and they smash on the ground, into a thousand pieces. Again Dan “appears” shocked.
Dan: Oh dear! That was upsetting indeed! I seem to not have anything of value on me! At least I have this Armani, personally measured suit! It only cost me a daft amount of money!
Dan has no time for jokes. The crowd are getting on his side, as he grabs the suit and rips it off his shoulders. He throws it to the ground in a huff, before tearing the trousers off himself, brandishing a simple black t-shirt, and some ¾ length dark blue shorts. Dan takes the microphone again, appearing to getting to the point of all this.
Dan: The bottom line is this. Unlike some of the prima donnas that will be walking into that cell on Saturday, I don't need expensive jewellery, or expensive clothes or accessories to prove that I'm a big cheese. I'm looking at people like Jake Steele, who think that they can simply throw their money around and look like a big dick rather than prove it in the ring. Just because you look like a million quid doesn't mean that you are. People like Jake Steele ought to learn to give a little respect to those who helped built this company.
He pauses, allowing the audience to capture his words before continuing.
Dan: And that doesn't mean I'm crediting RDK either. He may have built a legacy here, but what good is that if you can't know your priorities and stay in the company. I mean yes, I went on a brief career change back in 2006 and 2007, but I never for one second turned my back on my fans. I was having a bad time, and you lot recognised that. I took a sabbatical and have come back stronger and feistier than ever. Unlike RDK, who returned from a forced retirement at the request of the fans, only to decide that that wasn't enough, so he packed up his bags and left without a trace. That, my friends, is not your International champion.
He pauses again, as the crowd begin to see a lot of sense in what he's saying, and he responds in a demanding tone.
Dan: I'm just a simple person, you know. I grew up in a rough council estate in Cardiff. I grew up on drugs, fighting, and underage sex. I mean I proved it to you the other month when I found out I made a kid at the age of 13. But I've turned my life around and I'm doing the dream. I'm making a name for myself, and it would be a hell of a story if I went from that to champion. But I don't want to sound like the dramatic underdog, the boy who went from rags to riches, the one everyone shunned only to prove them wrong, because I'm not a walking cliché.
He pauses again, but resumes in a more softer tone.
Dan: But what I am here for is to prove to myself that I am the best damn person that I can hope for. And that's what I think people can learn from me. Those people like RDK and Jonny Hughes and Jason Effing Freeman who don't understand how lucky they are. They do not deserve their run at the top, yet come Saturday, they'll have as equal a chance as any other one of us. But when push comes to shove, you cannot concede but admit that I am the number one guy going into that match. I'm happy going in as the favourite, or the underdog. Because no matter what, the end result will be the same. Dan White will become the International champion, and that, my friend, is a right......
He looks at the camera, smirking, with the crowd following up with “touch!” in the background.
Dan: ...touch.....
”Anarchy” hits again, and there's a large pop, as Dan drops the microphone and exits the ring. Winter Discontent is surely bubbling up now, and it's only a matter of time before the cauldron spills, and all hell breaks loose. Dan is certainly confident that he'll leave Saturday the International champ, but he'll want to make sure he walks in as the champion as well.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:54:57 GMT -5
Response Credit: Josh Robertson, Jake Cheng As the last Warfare of 2008 returns from a commercial break we open up with a shot of ringside. We are shown the likes of overexcited pre-teens, obese middle aged men and the seemingly out of place female gender all donning their favourite ACW Superstar's merchandise. As the camera focuses in on them, displaying them on view to everyone on the Alphatron they wave frantically in what will more than likely be their first and last appearance on national television. With these very crowd members waiting in anticipation for the first match of the evening, it would be wise to place a bet that they acted in a very different way as they identified the two figures that could be spotted making their way through the entrance curtain. Stepping out onto the top of the entrance ramp it would appear Josh Robertson and Bill Wright had grown fond of the boos of which they had now grown accustomed to. Not wanting to waste any time they immediately head down the ramp, with somewhat of a swagger in their step, something not seen before from the pair. Both men enter the ring and Phillip hands Robertson a microphone before departing the ring with similar haste. A slight smirk appears on the face of Robertson as he comes to a halt in the centre of the ring, though underneath it's clear he is still as focused as before.Josh Robertson: Last Thursday on Meltdown, for once in the walls of ACW, justice was partially achieved. Now, I'll admit how things transpired in the end wasn't exactly how I wanted to go about things, but you know, sometimes you just have to turn a blind eye. For the last couple of weeks Jake Cheng has been running around the arena like he can do what the hell he likes, in and out of the ring. Quite frankly, the biggest threat right now isn't only dealing with the sports entertainment aspect of this industry; it's Jake Cheng acting lawlessly and a common thug on national television. Well Jake, unfortunately for you, you tasted a little bit of your own medicine this Meltdown. See, you may think that you can just carry on acting like a complete and utter imbecile and eventually we will forget about you, but I can personally offer you reassurances that that will not be the case. Last Thursday you bit off a bit more than you could chew and you felt the consequences.Lowering the microphone slightly Robertson pauses, he listens to the boos and chants that surround him. He turns away, focusing on the opposite side of the arena as he lifts the microphone to speak again.Josh Robertson: Now, we're out here tonight for obvious reasons. Cheng you know what I want, and you know that I am not going to give up until I get it. I simply refuse to allow you to get away with such blatant disregard. Now, how about we get this all over and done with and you come out now. See, you can either choose to keep on acting like a common thug and receiving adequate punishment for it, or you can choose to actually stand up and show you somewhat have an ounce of respect for this industry instead of being a stuck up arrogant disg---The last jibe seems to have done it as "Crisis" by Alexisonfire hits the P.A system to signal the arrival of the man that both Robertson and Wright have clashed with over past weeks. The entrance curtain suddenly ripples as Cheng steps through it with a microphone in hand and out onto the entrance ramp, the crowd react with boos and a few cheers due to being temporarily saved from Robertson's speech. The camera pans over to a shot of Robertson smiling slightly as he watches Cheng, before returning to focus on what Jake Cheng has to say as he lifts the microphone to his mouth.Jake Cheng: What did you say? Respect? There are only two people here in ACW at this time who I am not showing respect. And they happen to be standing in the ring right now. But don’t you worry, I will fight you at Winter Discontent, but not for the reasons you want. Not so I can show I’m not a “common thug” and not to apologize to the wrestling industry, but I am going to help the industry out. I’m going to kick your ass so hard that you won’t be able to wrestle anymore, then ACW will be rid of you. And then we can all move on with our lives. Not allowing for his new opponent to respond, the Asian Extraordinaire backs off immediately towards the entrance curtain and heads back to the backstage area. Josh Robertson and Bill Wright stare up at the stage as the camera fades away.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:55:34 GMT -5
Match 1: Alex Richmond vs. Jonny Hughes (Credit: FSX)
Though the night has really yet to get underway, the action has already been phenomenal. If this was any other show this month people would of already been ready to head home, having had their fill of exploding action in the ACW ring. But seeing this happened to be the special occasion of the final Warfare ever!!!!....in 2008, anyway. ACW is about to enter yet another year of activity, and with it will come many new stars and entertaining matches. But before that happens, we still have two shows to go..and great shows they are! The culmination of so many battles is coming up at Winter Discontent, and one of those battles happens to involve Jonny Hughes and Alex Richmond. Both men have made their claim, but neither have been able to prove themselves better then the other! Well...untill now! No, tonight they will fight one on one to determine who is more deserving! It's an exciting feud, and it will be an exciting match...who will win? Let's find out!
Both men are already in the ring! Why? Because it saves time, and their was a rampage backstage. Fans were impatient to get the first match underway, so they went backstage and kidnapped them both! No doubt this won't end well!...Oh..wait...nevermind, they just came out during a commercial break. That makes more sense then that other thing. Anyway, they are staring death at each other. As Phillip returns to his seat, and the bell rings, it's time to find out!
The moment the bell was heard the two reacted like raging animals, huffing and puffing and attempting to blow each other over with explosive force. Charging at one another again and again with each passing moment as rage filled them, energy bursting from each of them as they swung punches again and again..and a third time! It looked more like a cheap UFC brawl then an actual match with the way things were going, and it continued upon this path until both men began to actually wrestle. Utilizing the skills that they had spent years honing, they would deliver all of the basic moves that everyone loves! Punches, kicks, forearms, body slams, suplexs, even of the belly-to-belly variety! It really was exciting! So much so that small children would openly sob at how much they adored these two wrestlers! Despite their position on the card, they had their position in our hearts! Clearly utilizing more energy then either of them had planned, they appeared quite spent a few minutes into the match. The adrenaline was beginning to die down, and now all they could do was try to take out one another with their explosive, signature moves! The Perfect Series! Shock and Awe! Roaring Elbow! Basically if Hughes can do it, it happened! Richmond was getting an ass kicking, and he could do nothing about it! No wonder why Hughes got tired and just went for a pin after awhile....but the match wasn't over. Not YET!
The conclusion of this contest came faster then many would of expected, as both men didn't seem to wish to use much energy in the process of battling it out with one another before the Pay Per View. Though at first they were simply attempting to capture a quick pin on one another with a variety of roll-ups and combinations leading to the like, nothing seemed to work out for either of them. This lead both to grow quite irritated, and actually lead to a brief moment in which both men took out their frustration on the referee, quickly walking over to him and arguing with him at the same time that they had gotten the three count...Being the first to realize they were doing such a foolish thing as a team, Hughes would give a smirk and attempting the Hughes Special as a springboard. Noticing this and finding himself able to react, Richmond would fall down to the mat in order to TRY and let Hughes simply crash and burn. Being the great athlete he is, however, Hughes was able to roll on the mat and quickly find his way back to his feet, using the momentum to run off of the ropes and come back to Richmond with a Yakuza Kick. Taking the brunt of the attack in order to try and catch him in the move, Richmond would utilize Hughes own momentum in the process to hit a Leg Lift Spinebuster. Unfortunately, this left both men down and out for the moment. The first to react was very likely to have the opening they needed, and unfortunately for Richmond that would be the Spitfire.
Despite expectation that he actually spit fire in order to win the match, he instead slowly dragged up the fallen form of Richmond and held him up. Both men looked simply wrecked from the previous zany exchange, and confused of their current situation as they looked to each other. Giving a sigh, Hughes would soon set-up Richmond for The Dream Shatterer. Managing to lift him in the air, it looked as if it would simply be fundamental and simple from that point, but Richmond was instead able to shift himself in the air, forcing him to hit what looked more like a suplex then the explosive finisher we're all used too. Upon taking the landing, Richmond quickly rolled over on top of Hughes and clamored up, taking a hold of both legs and pulling back as if performing some sort of a Lazy Man's Victory Roll. As Hughes was still quite tired, and clearly exhausted from the match so far, he was unsure how to react and unable to do anything before the referee counted three. That's right. RICHMOND wins.
Phillip: And the winner of your match, ALEX RICHMOND!
Well...the fans do like Richmond! People are cheering for him as he gets the hell out of the ring, as 'Cigarettes & Alcohol' by Oasis begins to play. Still, it's clear that many are in awe. Alot of people have had doubts that Richmond could still compete at this level. After all, it's been a long while since he's captured such a win...Call it an upset if you like, and Hughes just might by the lock of shock on his face, but Richmond is the better man tonight. Alex Richmond wins. Great seagway to a commercial, isn't it?
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:56:06 GMT -5
Segment: This Was a Bad Idea (Credit: RSX3)
Since we are in Seattle, it would make sense to see the sights. Unfortunately, there are barely any sights in Seattle. I guess the Space Needle will do as we join RSX3 waiting outside the Space Needle. Train is starting to lose his temper because hes hungry. Steele is pissed because the elevator is taking forever. And XS3 is the only calm one, waiting patiently for the elevator to arrive.
Steele - MAN! DIS SHIT BE TAKIN' FOREVA![/COLOR]
Train: Yeah I know. I'M STARVING! I HAVEN'T EATEN ANYTHING IN LIKE 10 MINUTES....
XS3: Will both of you shut the fuck up?! God damn, this is a vacation for us. We should be grateful that we're here, resting up for Winter's Discontent. Steele, you got your Hell in a Cell thing to do and Train and I have to make sure Double Penetration doesn't get to feel the gold around our waists.
Steele - I AIN'T GOT SHIT TO WORRY BOUT FOR SATURDAY! I'LL BEAT ALL DEM SUCKAS! I'VE BEATEN DEM ALL BEFO' AT ONE POINT AND I'MMA DO IT AGAIN! ESPECIALLY DAT BITCH RDK WHO THINKS HE CAN MAKE HIS BIG RETURN AND RAIN ON MAH PARADE!
Train: YEAH! AND D PENETRATION X IS GOING DOWN! I ALREADY BEAT THAT TRAITOR FSX AND TONIGHT I'LL BEAT THAT BITCH THUNDERKISS!
XS3: Yes...
The elevator finally comes down and they are ready. They get inside and the elevator begins to go up. About halfway though it breaks down. Steele gets pissed and begins kicking around.
Steele - DIS IS BULLSHIT! GET YO FATASS OUT DIS ELEVATOR UNCLE PHIL![/COLOR]
Train: How do you know it's my fault?!?
Steele - BECAUSE YOU WEIGH LIKE SEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS! Dis elevator only holds me, XS3 and one of my illegitimate sons! [/color]
XS3: Looks like we got the short end of the stick in terms of eleva--
Train: I DON'T NEED TO TAKE THIS!
Train stomps down and this causes something strange to happen. The elevator shoots up instead of going down at a very fast pace. They reach the top and everyone hits their head on the ceiling of it. The doors open and they all get out.
Steele - Fuck! My fuckin' head hurts.[/color]
XS3: Wow... That actually worked... Looks like I owe you a Coke.
Train: See, I am a hero! NOW LET'S EAT OM NOM NOM NOM!!!
Train starts freaking out and XS3 has to hold him back. A waitress walks up to the trio and Steele begins to talk to her, hoping to get a good table.
Waitress: Party of three, I assume.
Steele - You damn skippy! And make sure we get a ballin' ass table with a good view. [/color]
Waitress: Right. Follow me please.
She begins to walk away and Steele motions for the rest of them to follow. Train pushes XS3 out of the way and runs to follow the waitress. She leads them to a table and sits them down. She hands all three of them menus and walks away.
XS3: So what are you guys getting?
Steele - What da fuck? Why these niggas ain't got no good chicken on dis bitch?[/color]
XS3: They have shortribs.
Steele - HOW YOU GON MAKE BEEF RIBS!?[/COLOR]
Train: I WANNA GET ONE OF EVERYTHING! OM NOM!!!
The waitress walks back and pulls out a pad of paper.
Waitress: So, can I start you guys off with dri--
Train: NO DRINKS! I WANNA ORDER MAH FOODZ! THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!
Waitress: O........k then. What would you like?
Train: ONE OF EVERYTHING!
Waitress: Really? I find that hard to believe.
XS3: You haven't seen this guy in an all you can eat buffet before, mercifully.
Waitress: Well then, what would you like sir?
XS3: Me? I'll take the--
Steele - WHY AIN'T THERE ANY FRIED CHICKEN UP IN DIS BITCH? [/COLOR]
Waitress: Sir, I'm trying to get his order.
Steele - NAH BITCH! I WANNA SPEAK WITH YO GODDAMN MANAGER! [/COLOR]
XS3: JUST GET THE SEAFOOD PASTA!
Steele - ...Actually, dat sounds pretty good. I'll have da Seafood Pasta.[/COLOR]
Waitress: Alright, and for you?
XS3: I think I will have--
Train: WHERES MY FOOD? WHERES MY FOOD?
Train starts pounding his fork and knife onto the table. Steele laughs and joins in. Both men start attracting attention to the table and XS3 facepalms.
XS3: I'll just have some bread...
Waitress: Haha. Alright.
She walks away and comes back with some water for all of them. They all continue discussing boring things that growed ups talk about and their plans on how they are going to win at Winter's Discontent. It takes about 2 minutes for XS3 to get his meal. 20 for Steele and about an hour and a half for Train to get his. As he is served he attacks the food. He gobbles everything down. From the Pan-Seared Alaskan Halibut to the Snake River Farms All-Natural American Petite Kobe Top Sirloin, everything is gone in a matter of minutes.
Steele - I still can't get over how fast you eat everything. It's inhuman Train. You going to die because of dis...[/color]
XS3: I think he's already dead. But his stomach has taken over his body and still feats on foods.
Steele - Honestly, I wouldn't doubt dat.[/color]
Train sits back and burps. He looks outside and just now realizes that he is moving in a slow rotation. Train begins to get a big woozy and stands up. He runs over to the side of the restaurant and leans over the edge. The Space Needle now begins to tilt a bit. Sending everything to the side Train is on. Train throws up off the side of it and it falls down like a waterfall. It starts tilting more and people start sliding to the side.
Steele - AW DAMNNNN! WE GONNA FALL OF DIS SHIT! I DON'T WANNA DIE! I'VE GOT MAH WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF ME!
XS3: MY SON IS GOING TO WONDER WHO HIS FUCKING DADDY IS!
Train: BLARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Steele and XS3 slide off and hit the ledge. They are just about to fall off and grab the edge of the railing. Train walks back to the center of the restaurant and the Needle balances out some, but its still on a slant. XS3 and Steele stand up and walk over to Train.
Steele - What the hell was dat!? We almost died because of you! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU TRAIN!
XS3: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, LARD-ASS?!
Train: Oh man...I never thought my stomach would backfire on me like that.
XS3: YOU ATE TOO MUCH!
Train gives him a sharp look.
Train: You NEVER say that again. Understand me? NEVER!
Train walks away and gets into the elevator. The elevator drops instantly and Train hits the bottom. A loud "OW!" is heard. Steele is still pissed and the waitress walks up to him. She hands him a piece of paper and walks away again. Steele's face gets even more angry as he looks at the paper. XS3 leans over and his face drops.
Steele - Let me see dis... da bill is... $235,000!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
XS3: .....aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!
Steele - I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TRAIN! I SWEAR IT! YOU ARE GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Steele throws the bill down then puts his hands up in the air and screams. The Space Needle will never the same, and neither will Steele's wallet. XS3 picks up the bill and joins Steele in the screaming.
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:56:52 GMT -5
Segment: Dead On Time (Credit: Freeman/Dan)
The camera fades in, and walking down the hallway is...Dan White! The fans cheer the man who, coming up tonight, has a chance to take the International Championship from Jake Steele in the ring. Even if that fails, he will have one more chance this Saturday at Winter's Discontent. Surely, with those two chances in the near future, he must be confident. Suddenly, he stops...because walking down the hallway in the opposite direction is Jason Freeman. The fans boo at the sight of Freeman, and not wanting to be forced into a conversation, Dan turns and walks in the opposite direction. Freeman however, yells after him.
Freeman: Well, where are YOU going? Have you decided that---
Dan: I've decided that I don't want to waste my time with another conversation with you.
Freeman: Hmph. Well, Dan, I meant to tell you that I have to congratulate you. I told you back when I won my title shot that if you really wanted a shot, you should have done something about it. You should have acted first. And now somehow you managed to get added into a title match by doing...well...nothing at all. I guess I must applaud your ability to manage to get a chance at a championship you don't deserve, and I suppose I can't blame you. After all---
Dan: Listen, dude. I AM the International Champion. Just cos that thug Steele thinks he can run around here giving everyone a bad name, doesn't mean he's the rightful champ at all. And if anybody doesn't deserve it, it's the man who tapped out to me at Hello Goodbye.
Freeman: I have explained myself on that point, and I am not going to further flatter you by talking about it. And oh...you still have delusions of being the champion? Well, Dan, maybe at Winter's Discontent, I'll show you why those delusions are wrong. Because, I'll pin anybody I have to, but if I get the chance, I'll take a lot of pleasure out of pinning you.
Dan: That's assuming that by the time you get to the ring, I haven't already won. I mean after all, the odds are heavily in my favour
Freeman: Dan, you're lucky I can't touch you, because had I been able to do so without losing my title shot, I would've made sure that some justice was enforced, and this match was minus one competitor. Don't think I haven't tried to find a way to do it, either.
Dan: Look, I already made you get pissy the other night. Don't soil yourself, dude. I mean I know you're only in this match to get closer to me. I mean it's okay, it's alright, I know how you feel. But I'm sorry Freeman, I just don't swing that way.
Freeman's eyes glare, and he clenches his fists, before raising his arm, as if about to strike Dan. Dan on his part, looks curiously at Freeman's reactions, not looking intimidated at all, further increasing Freeman's anger. For a second, it seems that he is actually going to do it, and surely this may have been what Dan is trying to get him to do, but Freeman shakes his head slowly. He puts his hand down at his side, and smirks.
Freeman: A good try, but no, Dan, no. Five days, Dan. I'll see you in that cell.
And with that, Freeman turns and walks off. Dan looks after him, amused at the reaction he was able to get out of him, before turning down and walking down the hallway in the other direction. The two men who have so many issues to settle may get the chance to do so at Winter's Discontent, and perhaps this feud between them would finally be settled.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:58:55 GMT -5
Segment: Two Bones To Pick
(Credit: Scott Andrews)
After last week Scott was reeling due to Freeman’s interference in his match against Jay Zero. Scott had a chance to prove himself once again as a true ACW Championship contender, but Freeman, getting pay back, had to ruin his match and cause Zero to hit his finisher and eventually win the bout. But Scott never forgives nor forgets when things like this happen, and this time will be no different. There are just some things that you don’t do to Scott Andrews; pissing him off is at the top of the list.
The Scarlet Assassin walks down the backstage hallway of the Key Arena, focused on getting revenge on Jason Freeman for what he did. He is stopped in his tracks and slowly looks up. The camera pans left and slowly zooms out to reveal Kevin Anderson, microphone in hand, ready and rearing for another interview with Scott.
Scott: Let me guess...you want to interview me?
Kevin nods, confirming Scott’s suspicion.
Scott: Well I’ll tell ya’ what, since you fired streamers at me last time and almost gave me a heart attack, I’ll give you ONE CHANCE...to get it right. If you fail...I get to..ah, who am I kidding?!
Scott grabs the microphone and shoves Kevin away.
Scott: I always do these things better by myself anyway.
The crowd cheers as Scott whips his shades off his face and stares down the barrel of the camera.
Scott: Ladies and jackasses, tonight I step in the ring with Jason Freeman.
The fans boo at the mention of the name.
Scott: And tonight I plan to make a statement. I plan to show all my opponents at Winters Discontent just how it’s done. And this victory tonight won’t just be any victory, oh no! It’ll be as sweet as sugar, because when I get done with Jason Freeman, he’s not going to mess with me again!
As Scott speaks the crowd get more and more into it.
Scott: All I’ve been hearing since Thursday is “Scott, are you gonna make him tap?!”, “Scott are you gonna knock him out?!”, “Scott are you gonna...” – I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do, people! I’m gonna beat his ass so bad he’s gonna wish he was fighting Torak and Ridley at the same time instead of me! I got reason to deal to him and I’m gonna capitalise, cos if there’s one thing you don’t do to the Scarlet Assassin it’s give him a reason to get revenge...and Freeman, you sorry son of a bitch, you’re gonna get my boot straight up your ass if you think you can get away with what you did!
Again the crowd go wild at Scott’s proposal.
Scott: And why did you do it, Freeman? Why’d you come down to the ring and mess up my victory? Cos you were angry? Cos I didn’t form an alliance with you? It’s getting to the nitty gritty now isn’t it Freeman? I thought a man like you would be over rejection by now; I mean, how many times in one night do you get a bunch of women to scatter when you approach? Your Mom asked the doctor to put you back in you were so ugly!
Laughter emanates from the crowd as Scott continues his rant.
Scott: So when we meet tonight in that ring, jackass, I want you to know that I have everything in full gear and I’m coming out GUNS BLAZIN’ and you don’t stand a chance tonight OR on Saturday at Winters Discontent, which brings me to someone else; Randy Dallas Kanyon.
The crowd cheer for the ACW legend.
Scott: How does a man who rips off the best parts of certain other wrestlers get so far in ACW? I mean, can’t the fans see through the Hulk Hogan and Rock impersonations and see RDK for what he really is; a fraud?
The crowd give mixed reactions to the RDK burn and the division amongst fans begins.
Scott: This guy runs his mouth the day he appears back in ACW claiming that he’s going to come in here and take the International Title at Winters Discontent? Well let me tell you, “Macho”; it ain’t happening. You can trash talk as much you like and cling to old, forgotten accomplishments if you like, but none of that is going to help you when you go up against the COLD BLOODED KILLER, THE SKILL, THRILL, AND THE KILL, THE SCARLET ASSASSIN, SCOTT ANDREWS!
This time the majority of the crowd tend to favour Andrews as he speaks his mind.
Scott: Because y’see Randy, I earned my spot, I didn’t just walk up to Ginger and say “can I have a job, please? Oh yeah chuck me a title match while you’re at it, JABRONI!” – NO! I fought for my shot! And I’m gonna fight with everything I have this weekend to make sure that I walk out International Champion!
The fans cheer as Scott lays down the law.
Scott: So this Saturday; Hell in a Cell. Hughes, Freeman, Dan White, RDK, Steele, and the Scarlet One himself, Scott Andrews go head to head under Championship Scramble rules to determine who is truly deserving of the title. And I know one thing’s for sure, come Winters Discontent the ground will be covered in snow and the arena will have its heaters on full blast because the Cold Blooded Killer will be in the house to take Jake Steele’s title from around his waist and shove it in anyone’s face who’s been in my way on route to getting it! Because this Saturday, there’s about to be several assassinations, and guys...it’s gonna be YOU!
Scott walks out of frame, and as he leaves we see Kevin in the background using a chair to get himself back onto his feet. The fans cheer their favourite wrestler as the cameras gently fade to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 16:59:55 GMT -5
”Lovers Lament: Step Up” Credit: Danny Mainer [/I] ~WARNING~ Some of the comments in this segment are particularly vile. If you don’t want to read about Danny Mainer being naked then turn away.[/center] Deep within the heart of Camden County in Georgia lay the Scumbucket motel where like an absolute sponge Danny Mainer was lying on his bed wasting the days away, sinking into a depression. Ever since his chronic morphine binge where he ended up renting his house to crooks, selling his car to a guy called Hector and being moved into a crappy motel in a hick state Danny had yet to leave the premises of the motel. Four weeks later he had yet to wash or shave and he looks a little bit like rocker Serj Tankian. His clothing hadn’t been moved down and he hadn’t been paid for his honourable discharge from ACW. Though Danny looked more like he was too lazy to do anything about his situation and to get up out of bed, his sleep was restless as his dreams were haunted with that same still frame image of Caitlynn Dufraisne and Dimitri Rubrev embracing. When Danny sees this in his sleep, he would bolt up in rage and attempt to smash something but normally passing out and throwing up before any major damage was done.
Underneath Danny’s room in the motel was the check-in area and main office where Manny & Juliana Lopez were talking. Manny was a fairly youngish looking guy in his mid-20’s, tiny Tim as always and very obviously Hispanic. Wearing black denim jeans and a black and red cowboy shirt he looked rather smart despite his “Soy Grande” moustache that he had going on. Juliana plonked her juicy ass on the desk, cueing for a conversation with him. She smiled sweetly while Manny deliberately ignored her, too wrapped up in doing the monthly accounts for the motel on Excel, 2008 Office because he was a winner. It wasn’t too long before Juliana finally got his attention though as she noisily cleared her throat sounding more like a man then a lady as she did it. Manny looked up and glanced at her for half a second before returning to his accounts showing his awareness but not following up on it.Juliana Lopez: ”Hola Manny, how are you?”Manny Lopez: ”I’m busy Juliana. Get me a beer out of my fridge would you?”Juliana Lopez: ”No, you shouldn’t drink while you work. It’s bad for you. Anyways, it’s Danny. He hasn’t left his room in a month. He’s just been in there sleeping.”Manny Lopez: ”The guy’s having a rough patch, I mean I’m no celebrity-wizard but I know who that guy is. He’s a fighter, and what do all fighters do? Make comebacks.”Juliana Lopez: ”Yeah but the guy wasn’t eating unless I brought the food to him and even then I have to leave it less then a metre away otherwise it goes cold…”Manny continued to whack digits into the spreadsheet during the process of the conversation. Having listened to his sister throughout he looked her in the eye and smirked. He had an amusing notion brewed up in that ol’ noggin of his and he was going to speak his brain.Manny Lopez: ”You’re a little over-protective of this Danny guy. I mean I know he helped us expand into Vegas by letting us use his apartment but you’ve not shut up about him since he got here. Are you holding a touch for him?”Juliana flared up red in the face unable to believe that her brother was asking this, she leant forward and playfully slaps him in the face causing him to chuckle.Juliana Lopez: ”I do not! How dare you Manny!”Manny Lopez: ”Oh come on, I’ve seen that look in your eyes before sis. I know how you get when you think someone’s delicious!”Juliana Lopez: ”Oh whatever. Sure he smells a little off but that’s ‘cause he hasn’t showered, he’s cute, so what?”As Manny laughed at the realization he was right we change shot. Meanwhile, upstairs Danny was starting to wake up and for the first time in days actually tried to move. The cramp which while hurt like having a mini dropped on your head didn’t seem to affect Danny. As he wandered towards the bathroom in his underpants you could see how little he’s actually been eating, he looked like a stick insect in briefs, his arms swayed with him giving off the kind of stench that would make an ox cry tears of blood. Danny walked into the bathroom and upon reaching the cold tiled floor he dropped his underpants standing naked in front of the mirror. He then looked at the shower and had a fascinating idea.
Danny pushed the door open, grabbing the Head and Shoulders shampoo bottle and switching on the hot water. He then sat down and as the hot stream of water singed his skin turning it a light hot pink version. Danny ignored this opening the shampoo version laughing like a four year old as he started to give himself war paint with the shampoo. Two dashes under the eyes and a big crucifix on his chest made out of shampoo, he laughed heartily in merriment at his juvenile activities. With the paint successfully applied and the water turning the shampoo into foam, he curled up into a ball and started to fall asleep. It’s only several hours later however when Juliana walked into the room to see Danny fast asleep in the corner of the bathroom, the shower still on and him snoring like an ogre.Juliana Lopez: ”Aiaiai! Son of a bitch.”Danny lurched out of his sleep like a mad man and saw the pretty girl standing over him. He nearly crapped his p-… nevermind.Danny Mainer: ”Can’t you see I’m trying to take a FUCKING SHOWER here?!?!””Juliana Lopez: ”You’ve been wasting water for three hours, get out of the shower NOW!”Danny Mainer: ”NO! You’re not my fucking mom, your name is not Felicity Masterson and you do NOT have a penis now leave me the fuck alone so I can wash. Unlike your people I LIKE being clean, ya’ damn hermaphrodite, wash your dick from time to time! I can smell it from here, it smells like rotten socks and mint!”Juliana Lopez: ”YOU can’t talk about odour Danny, you haven’t washed your balls in months! You’ve got mushrooms growing in your pubic hair!”Danny stared at his crotch, his eyes wide open in horror but to his relief he found out she was only joshing and returns to normal immediately.Danny Mainer: ”Listen honey, I’m HAPPY with my zen-garden. Chewbacca and his team down there are going through an INDUSTRIAL Revolution right now and it sickens me that you can’t appreciate the industry!”And that’s when it happens, a cunning plan enters mind and Juliana stopped with the wicked witch of the west act. She started to turn the niceness ALL THE WAY UP TO ELEVEEEEEEEN! and smiled at Danny, Danny dropped his jaw like an absolute mess and stared at her as she swaggered over unbuttoning her blouse. She was going to sort Danny out herself, he’s a challenge and she was going to build him once again into the perfect man.Juliana Lopez: ”But Danny, I do appreciate the industry… I actually want some first hand experience with the industrial revolution. Will you let me?”She extended a dainty hand towards Danny who was still glued to the corner of the wall. Slowly but tentatively he accepted the hand and she walked backwards slowly, alternating her vision between his eyes and his crotch. She dragged Danny out of the bathroom and into the bedroom smiling pervertedly at him. Once she’d dragged him to about a metre for the bedroom she increased the proxemics rubbing his chest and kissing him softly on the lips.Danny Mainer: ”How old are you again, what, 19?”Juliana Lopez: ”Yup. The answer is yes.”Danny Mainer: ”You want to lose it to me?”Juliana Lopez: ”I feel we both stand to gain from this, you wanna get over your ex, I wanna fuck a celebrity. We both win! You wanna do it?”Danny Mainer: ”Is New York full of assholes?”Juliana Lopez: ”Yup.”Danny Mainer: ”There’s your answer then, you don’t need to ask me twice!”Juliana leapt up and wrapped her arms and legs around Danny dragging them into the bed, rolling around in a passionate embrace, necking and moaning as we start to fade to black. Danny’s had a new woman it seemed and life didn’t seem all that bad for the King of Vegas. Lord knows it was only a matter of time before it got worse. For the mean time though, Danny was enjoying the thrills of his new woman while she tried to rebuild his life for him. All is well… for now.FADE[/size
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:00:34 GMT -5
Segment: Strong Words (Credit: Freeman)
The camera fades in to show the Television Champion, Jason Freeman. Five days away from his International Championship match, he certainly doesn't have an easy night. Tonight, he steps in the ring with Scott Andrews, and a win there would certainly give him momentum going into the PPV. As soon as the crowd sees his face on the tron, they begin to boo, but he does not have the patience right now to listen.
Freeman: Ladies and gentlemen, please…if you would be so polite as to stop your useless jeering for a couple minutes, I would like to address a certain situation. Last Thursday, on Meltdown, a certain man by the name of….RDK---
And of course, the crowd inevitably breaks into cheers, so deafening that Freeman has to wait before he can even consider continuing his speech. He rolls his eyes at the crowd’s reaction, and waits until he can be heard.
Freeman: A man by the name of RDK made his return to the ACW ring. Now, despite the fact that this man has not been in the company for over two years, and that he therefore should not be considered in any sort of title contention whatsoever, he has apparently been inserted into the Winter’s Discontent title match!
Another cheer from the crowd, and as Freeman opens his mouth to continue regardless, the fans begin chanting “RDK! RDK! RDK! RDK!” Freeman snarls, seeming more than a little annoyed by the crowd’s reaction to a man, who in his mind, deserves nothing at all. Now, he can not even make his point, because the crowd refuses to shut up. He tries his best to keep his cool, and continue.
Freeman: Now, despite the fact that you fans seem to worship him for reasons I can’t fathom, the fact is he should not be here at all. Don’t think that I’m saying this because I’m afraid of him, or because for some reason I think that he could beat me. I am NOT afraid of RDK. I also however, cannot ignore the fact that him being in the match increases my chances of losing, as I do NOT have to be pinned or lose the match to lose my title opportunity. Not only that, but I do not even have to make it to the ring, and every man added to this match merely increases the possibility that this match will end before I am entered into it. In this case, I would lose my title shot. I worked HARD to get this shot. I defeated Thunder Train in the ring to win it, and I'm sorry if I'm a little bit annoyed that a man can just come right in and demand it. And it isn't just RDK. Ginger has given in to anarchy by allowing men who have NO BUSINESS in this match to get involved. I am referring to Dan White, and Jonny Hughes. And now, men like me may have to suffer.
He shakes his head. Despite what he thinks, there isn't really much he can do about it. The only thing he CAN do, is be sure that on Saturday, RDK does NOT walk out the champion. Despite the unfair rules of the match, and despite the six competitors, Freeman fully intends to walk out the champion.
Freeman: Regardless, it seems no change is going to be made. In any case, when I do walk out of that match the International Champion, it will only make my victory that much sweeter. And I WILL walk out of there the International Champion. Jake Steele, your reign is OVER. It's MY TIME now. And I will end the year by finally winning the Championship I havent held in over a year. I will become a three time International Champion, an accomplishment only held by...well...RDK himself. I want it, and therefore...I. WILL. Have it.
Freeman turns and begins to walk off screen, as the camera fades out. Strong words, but can he enforce them? We will all see at Winter's Discontent...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:01:14 GMT -5
“On the Take” Credit: Thunderkiss [The under dwelling of any arena is an area normally unknown to just a few. With no reason to venture into this forbidden space, most people do not know about it’s existence. One of the few exceptions is the man who made a place such as this his home for several months, Thunderkiss. Knowing every creek and crevasse of the concrete tomb back on the isle, he was able to easily navigate himself though the basement of the Key Arena. Hearing nothing around him, he is pleased that its solitude is as that of its counterpart. That said, it’s shadows will serve as the perfect concealment for tonight’s most illegal activities. Now standing in one of those very shadows, TK toothy grim gleams in the darkness making his guest tonight extremely nervous.] Thunderkiss: GENTLEMAN, GENTLEMAN, GENTLEMAN! We’re so glad you could make it! Keiji Makabe: Cut to the chase, Kiss. Thunderkiss: Ahh, Mr. Keiji, ever so direct. I appreciate that in a man, I truly do. I’m surrounded by so many spineless cowards these days that I sometimes forget what it is like to deal with a man who has a backbone. If its directness you want, it is directness you shall get. You work for me now, Makabe. Keiji Makabe: Are you mad? Thunderkiss: Must you really ask? Keiji Makabe: I’ve heard enough. I’m washing my hands of this situation. Thunderkiss: Fine, be that way. But oh Keiji? Before you go, I think you better see this.[Thunderkiss pulls out a few Polaroid pictures, so fresh they warm his fingers in the damp, basement air. Keiji’s gut screams at him to turn away, to not take the pictures but his curiosity wins out. Slowly they come into his vision and in turn his heart rate does just the opposite. There on each picture is an image of his beloved wife, nude and dripping wet coming out of the shower. Her expression leads him to believe she was unaware of this intrusion and he soon finds out his instincts serve him right.] Keiji Makabe: You son of a bitch, what is the meaning of this?! Thunderkiss: Yes. Yes I am a son of a bitch and she taught me well. You want to turn your back on me? Go right ahead, walk out that door right now. But know one thing, if you do, your wife is going to be carrying my baby! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Keiji Makabe: You .... you monster. Thunderkiss: I love every supple curve of your wife’s body, and yes my friend, I’ve seen them all!Keiji Makabe: I do not fear you! Thunderkiss: Oh ... I don’t think so. [Makabe targets TK’s head with a ferocious punch but it is easily defended by the professional. With his own massive hand around Makabe’s, the ACW referee is now at the mercy of his aggressor.] Thunderkiss: Kneel. KNEEL![Thunderkiss squeezes his fingers and begins to crush Keiji’s bones into pulp. Makabe is a man of great honor but the overwhelming pain brings him into a position he is very unfamiliar with.] Thunderkiss: There we go. Good boy. Now you listen well and be a good, my obedient dog. Come next Saturday, you will be placed in charge of a very important contest: the ACW World Tag Team Title match. No matter what, at the end of this match, the hands of Double Penetration shall be raised in victory with 500% certainty. Makabe: I AM A MAN OF HONOR! *spit* Thunderkiss: Nope. Not the answer I was looking for. Let’s try again. ~!~CRACK~!~ [/B][/I][/size] Makabe: AAAAARGHHHH! Thunderkiss: Now let me make myself a bit clearer. When the final bell tolls, your hands better be full of the awesomeness of Double Penetration. If they aren’t, me and the misses shall get quite acquainted with one another, and do know I have quite the taste for Asians. Not only is my partner an Asian, but also my bed partner. You mess up and I start building a harem. Capice?! Makabe: Yes. Thunderkiss: Good! ^_^ Makabe: You have brought me great shame. [Thunderkiss releases Makabe from his grip. With his head down, he sulks out of the room coming to the realization there is little he can do. Any seeking in assistance will certainly make the situation more dire for he understands Thunderkiss is a man who makes good on his threats. Until he can construe a plan of action that will remove his wife from harm’s way, he will be Thunderkiss’ puppet.] Thunderkiss: You see, buddy, it’s just like I was telling you. Training and preparing only gets you so far in this business. To the victor goes the spoils, and to be the victor, sometimes you must manipulate every factor in a match up. Heh. [FADE]
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