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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:02:00 GMT -5
Match 2: Scott Andrews vs. Jason Freeman (Credit: Freeman)
Scott Andrews is eager for revenge after Thursday, and he runs forward, clotheslining Freeman to the ground before Freeman gets a chance to put up much of a fight. Freeman gets up off the ground, and Scott nails him with punches to the head, as the crowd cheers...Freeman begins to return punches, and then slips behind Scott, trying for a schoolboy pin off the bat, but Scott kicks out forcefully. Freeman gets up and goes for a shot, but Scott ducks, gets behind him, and hits a huge german suplex to Freeman.
For the first few minutes, Scott manages to stay in control, and the crowd cheers him the whole way. When Scott irish whips Freeman into the turnbuckle however, Freeman reverses, whipping Scott into the turnbuckle. Freeman runs forward, and before Scott has a chance to reverse, Freeman hits a double knee into the corner, before using the momentum to handstand on the top rope, and swing down into a double dropkick. Freeman backrolls onto his feet, as Scott falls forward. Freeman waits for Scott to get up, before running in with a bicycle kick, and dropping down for the pin...1....2...Kick out. Freeman tries to keep the momentum on his side, and when Scott gets up, Freeman grabs him, looking for a lifting compelte shot. Scott elbows Freeman in the face, knees him in the midsection, and then lifts him up looking for the Decapitator, but Freeman slips down behind him, grabs him in a full nelson, and twists him sideways into a faceplant for another two count.
The two fight back and forth, with many of them hitting high impact moves, and kicking out of them all. For fifteen minutes they continue this back and forth war, and now it comes towards the end. Both men are tired, and yet both know that a win here is important going into Winter's Discontent, as it can help them gain some momentum as they both look to capture Steele's International Championship. Freeman grabs Scott, looking for his lifting inverted final cut! Scott twists out however, and yanks Freeman into a Reassuring the Kill MKI! Scott makes a shooting motion, and waits for Freeman to get off the ground...and as he does, Scott goes for the Headshot! Freeman dives towards the ground however, and it goes over his head...The momentum carries Scott in a circle, right into a lifting complete shot from Freeman! Freeman rolls to the apron, and stands up...as Scott begins to get on all fours as he tries to get off his stomach. Freeman jumps to the top rope, and springboards off, looking for his springboard stomp, when Scott jumps off the ground, and Freeman falls RIGHT into the HEADSHOT! The crowd pops at the sickening kick out of nowhere, and Freeman lies motionlessly on the ground, as Scott goes for the pin...1.....2...3!
Phillip: Here is your winner...Scott Andrews!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:02:21 GMT -5
Segment: Last minute stipulation..(Credit: BK London)
It's the typical Ginger segments ladies and gentlemen. Somewhere in the anals of the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington lies Chairman Gingerdude's office - and just as many would assume, he has the finest things out of anyone else on the roster. Oak work table, fruits galore, a nice view of the rest of seattle from his window - it's a pretty nice office. An office fit for a king, or a Chairman in this case.
Nonetheless, the Chairman is back to work in his office - already preparing for the new year..until he is interrupted by a very familiar face. A knock on the door is heard, but the person doesn't bother to even listen for the approval to enter - he simply does so, like the badass he is.
Stepping into the camera shot is none other than BK London, and Chairman Gingerdude stands up on the opposing side of his desk and stares at the young superstar - only 24 years of age.
BK London: So, is there a reason you called me here - are you just going to continue to get lost in my eyes?
Chairman Gingerdude: Sit down London.
BK London: I'd rather stand...
Chairman Gingerdude: Sit DOWN!
Rather than piss off the Chairman any more, and to get this thing done before his match gets started. London places his fanny in the well comfortable seat, and his championship slams down on the oak table with a emphatic thump.
Chairman Gingerdude: Ever since Hello Goodbye BK London - well, stemming from a few months before the PPV, you have expressed your disapproval for this company.
BK London: That is true.
Chairman Gingerdude: Since June 13th 2008, you have dedicated the following six months into trying to take this company under because you weren't exactly happy with the way you have been treated.
BK London: You're two for two.
Chairman Gingerdude: And for that, I'd like to say...I'm sorry.
BK London: Whaaaaaaa? </Miley Cyrus>
Chairman Gingerdude apologizing? This is definitely a first in ACW, as the man who holds all the power doesn't see fit to apologize for anything he has done. He has been successful with each move he has made, and never once did he even think of apologizing - until now.
Chairman Gingerdude: I apologize for the way I treated you prior to Omega Effect, not even thinking of giving you a sole title shot. You are a great commodity, and I didn't treat you like one. And for that, I'm sorry.
BK London: Hmm, well I don't necessarily know how to respond to something like this, so I'm just not going to. Are we done here? Because I have a tag team main event to get to.
Chairman Gingerdude: Hold your horses - trust me, I'm not done. Now, I know you have a big match against Jay Zero next Saturday - but I'm requesting this. I am requesting that as of this moment, you hand over that ACW Championship to me. Despite the fact that OCW is just a bitter memory, despite everything the rest of the roster has done, you have yet to show even an iota of respect to any competitors, and to myself since being under my company again. Since it’s as clear as day that nothing is going to pierce that super-inflated ego of yours, therefore - I am requesting that you give up the belt, and quit from my company.
London chuckles.
BK London: You can't be serious, right?
Ginger looks the ACW Champion right in the eye, the look of a man for whom patience is now totally off the agenda.
Chairman Gingerdude: Oh, I am absolutely serious.
BK London: You - you really want me to give up this? The championship that I earned? The championship that over the past 4 and a half months I've defended month in and month out, and no one has been able to take from me? You want me to quit my job, the thing that puts food on my table, all because I show a lack of respect for your company?
Chairman Gingerdude: That's just about it.
BK London: Hmm...I'll tell you what Gingerdude. I'll do it. I'll do it under one condition.
Chairman Gingerdude: And what condition is that?
BK London: I'll do it under the condition that Jay Zero beats me at Winter's Discontent. You see, working here for the past four and a half years, I have saved up quite a bit of money. Others like Jake Steele or Thunder Train have spent each and every pay check on fancy new things, but you see - I invested. I don't need ACW, as much as ACW needs me. So I'll tell you what, if Jay Zero manages to defeat me at Winter's Discontent this Saturday - I'll full out retire from active competition in ACW. As far as I am concerned, after that - you will never see me compete in an ACW ring again. But keep this in mind Jonathan, I have no intention to lose this Saturday, just like I have no intention to lose tonight. I think I'll take off for my match tonight.
BK London rises up from the chair and strolls right out of the locker room with his championship.
Shocked.
You bet you are.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:03:05 GMT -5
Segment: Texan Openweight Excellence (Credit: Senator)
As the show continues, Stan H. Johnston is seen in the back, as Charlotte King prepares to interview him, with his Openweight Title proudly displayed over a shoulder, and his usual cowboy hat adorning his head.
Charlotte King: Welcome to Warfare, Mr. Johnston! Charlotte King here, and I've got one heck of an interview for all you ACW fans out there! Stan Johnston, Fallout Openweight Champion, unbeaten warrior of the ring...
Johnston: An' don't ya' forget, proud Texan!
Charlotte King: Hehe, that too, well, then, Mr. Johnston...
Johnston: Ya can call me Stan, there!
Charlotte: Ok, Stan, how do you feel about having one of the largest matches of your career on an ACW PPV?
Johnston: Just gotta thank you for the interview here, we don't get purdy ladies like you asking the q's on Fallout! But yeah, I'm more than ready, DNA can bring it on, this is the biggest fight of the year for Fallout an' I know that I gotta bring my best fight to beat him!
Charlotte: Do you think that Alger has a good chance of beating you?
Johnston: Charlotte, of course he's got a good chance. Alger's one of the best in the business, an' I know he's a darned tough fella. He can kick my head off, or he can break my arm off, I know he's that good. But at the same time, I'll be damned if I don't come away from this one having given better than I took! DNA, he deserves this belt like few others, but I didn't win this belt, I haven't defended this belt just to drop it on the big stage! Alger, you're one of the Fallout originals, an' I know you've been through hard times back then, but I had ta' go through the Dwight Gym, and I had ta' fight my way to the top, one match at a time, an' this big lariat arm of mine ain't gonna back down until it connects flush with your neck! Be ready, 'cause I'm ready to take the fight right to your face!
Charlotte King: Well, that sounds like it's gonna be a match for the ages! Stan H. Johnston's got a plan, and he aims to follow through on it! Max, Eddie, back to you!
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:03:34 GMT -5
“Double Penetration ... No More?!” Credit: FSX, Thunderkiss: A Double Penetration Promo [With under a week until their debut as “Double Penetration,” FSX and Thunderkiss have a few issues to work out. Every great tag team has a finisher and this thought has not escaped both men. Now having a sit and talk, they in a hot debate over what will eventually become theirs. As the words fly back and forth, they will soon realize that a team finisher is the least of their current ills. When you put two former world champions on one team it goes without saying that there will be some arguments, especially when both men are as charismatic as these two. Their union has been brief. Will it always be remembered as such?] Thunderkiss: So here is what I was thinking. You come into the right side of our opponent with one of your ninja kick dealies while I hit their left side with my trusty Goodnight Kiss. FSX: Nah, that's a terrible idea. How about we go with my Soul Transfer, and then you can hit some kinda leg drop. It will be exciting, to the fans. You know, the ones I have. The onl-- Thunderkiss *interrupting*: You mean the cleverly named Fall From Glory Leg Drop?! Because you see, I have fallen from glory into corruption! I thought of that myself. FSX: Right, because that's exciting. How does that even work, anyway? Ohh, I dropped my leg on you! Now your dead! Thundermania, brother! Thunderkiss: Haven’t I ever given you one before? FSX: Not even close. Thunderkiss: Well, I thought I did. Oh that’s right, our epic battle came when I was not feeling quite myself, if you catch my drift. FSX: Yeah, because that's what you say whenever you lose. I'm sure you were really under the weather at the time, too. Cough cough. Thunderkiss: Oh cut me a break! It’s been over three months ago so who really cares at this point! I was living the life I “thought” I always wanted to live. Since Thunderkiss is standing before you right now, that should confirm to you it was nothing but a pipe dream. Alright, let’s get back on track here. To answer your question .... look at my leg! It’s all muscular and heavy. Now imagine that coming down right across your neck. It hurts, brother! FSX: I'll just take your word for it. Thunderkiss: Don’t take mine, the countless victories I have scored by using it will back up my claim. Anyway, I don’t like it.FSX: Hmm..? What don't you like? Thunderkiss: Your version of the Double Penetration finisher. If we use your suggestion, then I don’t get to hit my finisher. If you recall, my leg drop is technically a wear down move and NOT a finisher.FSX: Oh mercy! You mean you wouldn't get to show off? See, this is the fucking problem! Thunderkiss: That statement would be more effective if I knew what you were talking about, X.FSX: A sidekick. A fucking puppet to your every little damn desire. I've become one of your bitches, and I'm not going to take this bullshit! [His partner’s words sting. At first his blood pressure sores and he wishes to warn him to not have the door hit him on the ass on his way out of the room. However, as his mind calmly rationalizes the situation, he sees that Fallen is right. There is not “I” in team and there most certainly is not a “TK” in team either. It’s time for him step aside and allow more room for Fallen’s “cock” if he wishes the Penetration to continue.] Thunderkiss: I see. I didn’t know you really felt that way, X. To be honest, I see your point. Sometimes I am a bit overbearing, but I want you to realize that I am that way because I’ve always had to be. Whether I was in the Entourage or Senatorial Stable, I’ve always had to be the leader because I had to do most of the leg work. People know I mean business, X, and sometimes that can work against me. When others know that they are working with someone who will take it upon themselves to ensure things get done, sometimes they scale back on their efforts. I can see with you buddy that I don’t have to do that anymore; that’s not you. Please forgive me. Since I’ve come back, not so many things have gone my way. This is the one, soul thing that has kept me going during all the dark times.[Now it is time for Fallen to analyze the situation. Months ago, he was the talk of the town, the ACW World Champion. Now, he has seen himself in a backup role to another man who also feels he lost a bit of his swagger. Seconds ago he was ready to walk out of this room and wash his hands of this situation. However, he now sees something in TK’s words to him that he fines genuine and can see the reasoning behind TK’s aggressiveness. If his partner is willing to do whatever it takes to see that the team continues, so will he.] FSX: Alright Kiss, I'll try and be serious here for a moment. This is more then a tag team finisher, this is more important then that. You need to give me room to breathe, and you need to let me be myself. I understand you feel like no one gives you what you deserve, or your respect. You just have to understand that I've been under you this entire time. I've given alot to people, now I need to be equal...if that can be dealt with, I'll be happy to continue the penetration. [FSX’s words wash away the hostilities in the room. A smile crawls across TK’s face and in jubuliance he approaches his partner and places his hand upon his shoulder.] Thunderkiss: Sounds good to me, now back to business. We now need to end our finisher. I was thinking .... THUNDERCOCK!FSX: You ruined another great moment, buddy. [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:03:56 GMT -5
Segment: I Gotta Have Faith! Credit: Dave Tyler
As the scene cuts backstage again, we see Dave sitting at an exercise machine in the middle of a dressing room, his top off and wearing tracksuit bottoms. His body glistens with sweat, as he works his arms, pulling together the handlebars and hoisting up the large weights behind him. He counts to himself, as he hears a knock on the door. Not stopping, he yells for whomever it is to come on in. The young man who has been interviewing him for the last few weeks walks through the door, microphone in hand.
Interviewer: Dave Tyler?
Tyler: Yeah. I was wondering when I’d see you. Come on in?
The man closes the door behind him and approaches Tyler. Tyler sits up, and climbs off the exercise frame, moving to an open space in the dressing room and starting to stretch his legs, warming up.
Interviewer: Training for your match with BK and Zero tonight?
Tyler: Yeah, of course. This could well be the biggest match of my career, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going into it at the peak of fitness. I need to make sure I’ve got every advantage I can muster going into the match.
Interviewer: So do you think things will be different this time? I mean, its only been just over a week since you faced BK London in a main event match. What’s different this time?
Tyler: Several things. There are several new factors that you have to take into account. Let’s see. For one, I didn’t request a match against the champ in the main event this time. You and the ACW fans saw me demand my match with BK. And they also saw Gingerdude reluctantly give it to me, laughing in my face as he did. But this time, I didn’t ask. I was given. That shows me something. That shows that I’ve impressed someone in that first match with him, and I want to continue to impress. Last time I nearly won. By this time next week, I want to be able to drop the word “nearly”.
Interviewer: Of course though, this time he’ll be teaming up with Jay Zero. Thoughts?
Tyler: I’ll be honest. I didn’t know much about Jay Zero, so I decided to check up on him. I went to his Wikipedia page, and I must say, I was impressed. He’s won the Entertainment title, International title, Tag Team title, Light Heavyweight title. He was the 2007 Breakout Star and the 2008 Emperor of the ring. Dude, if I’m being completely honest, he’s everything I’d like to be by this time next year. He’s got a great style and to be honest, I really can’t wait to step into the ring with him. It’s a shame I’ll have to beat him tonight, but I’ll give him some help in softening up that ACW traitor before the title match this Friday.
Tyler stops his stretching and reaches over into his bag. He pulls out a skipping rope, and starts to skip on the spot, jumping up and down, his hair flopping over and back. The interviewer steps forward and back, watching and making sure he doesn’t get hit in the head with the ropes.
Interviewer: Well, its all well and good, but I’m guessing you didn’t see the results of the ACW.com poll?
Tyler: No.
Interviewer: Well, in the weekly prediction poll, we asked ACW fans to vote, who would win you match against BK and Zero.
Tyler: And?
Interviewer: It was 50/50. Half the people who voted said you and Chris would pick up the win, half said you’d lose. That’s not bad, given the position you’re in.
Tyler: Hey! See what I mean? We're getting noticed around here, which is always a good thing. It goes to show you some people have faith in the future of this business. And I fully plan on letting themselves have a sense of pride in being able to accurately predict who is the future of this company. I fully plan on going out there tonight….
Dave stops skipping, and catches the ropes.
Tyler: …and winning that match. And that? That will be Sweet!
Tyler throws the rope back over to his bag, and starts to head towards a locker. He opens it up and pulls out his coat and pants. He throws them on to the exercise bench, before removing a towel and a bottle of water, wiping himself down and taking a drink.
Tyler: Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a match to head out to.
Interviewer: One last thing. Things are really boiling up between you and Chris Williams, to the extent that many people believe you two won’t be able to co-exist tonight in the tag match. Do you have a response to those people?
Tyler: Yeah. Believe me when I say that those thoughts have crossed my mind. I don’t particularly trust Chris Williams, nor does he trust me. And as time goes on, things just seem to be deteriorating between the two of us. Still, hopefully he can see that what we’ve got tonight is a chance to prove we have what it takes, and we can really call ourselves the future of this business. And once we both can say that we deserve that title, I’m going to show him why I deserve it more. Now, get out.
The interviewer realises that his job is done and its time to go. He leaves and closes the dressing room door behind him. Tyler looks at his name, emblazed across the back of his jacket as he lets out a big sigh.
Tyler: Come on Tyler. Time to man up. You can do this.
Tyler starts to get dressed for his match as the scene….
[FADES]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:05:04 GMT -5
Match 3: Thunder Train w/XS3 vs. Thunderkiss w/FSX (Credit TK) ..::ACW::.. THUNDERKISS VS. THUNDER TRAIN ..::WARFARE::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Joey Reynolds
-* Tale of the Tape, brought to you by Angry Reporters! – Mr. President, look out for that SHOEEEEEE! *-
Thunderkiss w/FSX Age: 31 Height: 6'7" Weight: 353 lbs. Hometown: New York, New York
Thunder Train w/XS3 Age: 28 Height: 6'8" Weight: 360 lbs. Hometown: The End of the Tracks "God of Thunder" by Iced Earth begins to bounce itself off of the arena speakers. The lights dim and silhouettes from two strippers can be seen dancing on the side Alpha Tron screens. Thunderkiss' video plays on the center one as the man himself along with his tag team partner, FSX, makes their way through the entranceway. He stands atop of the ramp way looking out into the crowd for a moment, when suddenly he lowers his body and sends his fist flying into the metal below. Upon this impact, pyro lights up both sides of the ramp way creating a sea of hell fire to escort Thunderkiss and FSX into the ring. Thunderkiss takes his time coming to the ring as he lets the world know they wait for him and him alone. His arrogant walk finally comes to an end as he makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. Upon entertaining, Thunderkiss takes command of all four corners making a statement that THIS is his house.
The metal cover of Gormet Race blasts on the sound system and out comes Thunder Train along with his tag team partner, XS3. The World Tag Champions stand atop the mat, patting their gold in an effort to ensure Double Penetration sees it. They indeed do and the rage begins to build up inside. RXS3 finally hits the ring and a confrontation immediately breaks out. After some hard work by Joey Reynolds, FSX and XS3 are forced to the outside and Thunderkiss and Train take center stage. The fans take a deep breath and they are going to need it, this one is going to be one for the highlight reel.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Thunderkiss has been waiting for this moment for an eternity and so has his former protege, Thunder Train. Both men stand in the middle of the ring, their chests bumped in aggression. After some trash talking, Thunder Train shoves TK and the shove is returned with a massive right cross. Train staggers back to the ropes and Thunderkiss rushes in for a clothesline to put him over, but Train counters with a big foot to the face. TK’s chops get busted and now it’s the Pain Train’s turn to whip out a lariat. Thunderkiss goes crashing to the mat and the scene of this causes XS3 to jump for joy. FSX continues to cheer TK on, though for the next two minutes Thunder Train puts a hurting on Kiss. Stomp after stomp and elbow drop after elbow drop, Thunderkiss does his best to cover up but Train’s blows have incredible merit. Not one to be shown up, Thunderkiss goes wild with some hurting bombs that connect onto Train’s torso. Train bends down in pain and Thunderkiss combos with an incredible DDT that flattens Train’s forehead. MATCH MIDPOINT: As we near the midpoint of this match, the two “X” factors standing outside the ring begin to come into play. After Train throws TK out of the ring, XS3 puts the boots to him while Reynolds is distracted. FSX does not take kindly to this and advances on his counterpart, causing him to back up and cease his attack. Slowly but surely Thunderkiss pulls himself back into the ring and beats the 20 count. The moment Train has his hands on him he goes to work by bringing out a GOLDEN SPIKE DDT! TK’s head gets impaled and Thunder Train picks him up and Irish whips him into a nearby corner! He rushes with a big body splash and TK gets crushed! He stumbles out of the corner directly into a FULL STEAM AHEAD! Thunderkiss is almost broken in half and Train leaps on top of him for a pin fall! Reynolds’ hand hits the mat twice and here comes FSX for the save! He latches onto TK’s big boot from outside the ring and pulls him to safety! XS3 rushes him in return and FSX and XS3 begin to trade blows outside the ring! Reynolds tries to break them up and turns his back on Kiss/Train. With no referee watching, Thunder Train ducks down and racks TK with a massive nut punch! Thunderkiss falls down to the mat and falls victim to the CARAMEL CLUTCH! TK is in major pain and is close to tapping out, but what helped Train a while ago now hurts him. With Reynold’s back turned, TK is able to bite Train’s hand until he finally releases him from his clutches. MATCH ENDING: Things have taken a wild turn as our minutes pass by. Thunderkiss and Train go on a rampage while their tag partners create a second match outside the ring. Reynolds is beside himself trying to restore order but is failing to do so and badly. Hitting the Shadow Step on an unsuspecting FSX, XS3 balances the numbers to his teams favor but the gap closes quickly. As he climbs up onto the ring apron, Thunderkiss shoots him off the ring with a massive body block. XS3 lands right into the guardrail and slumps down to the floor. This in turn allows Thunder Train to come up from behind and blast Kiss with a double axe handle. Kiss falls forward and then stops. His body begins to shake and its evident that Train is about ready to get a taste of Thundermania. One finger point later, TK goes to work and his tirade accidently hits Reynolds. Just grazed, Reynolds takes a brief moment to recover and that’s all the time the Fallen one needs! FSX shoots himself into the ring and nails Train with a superkick that knocks him into next week. Stunned, Thunderkiss is easily able to propel himself off the ropes and deliver the knock out blow in the form of the GOODNIGHT KISS! Train falls like a ton of bricks and TK covers! Reynolds’ hand begins to smack the mat and XS3's save attempt is cut off by FSX! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! WARFARE WINNER: THUNDERKISS!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:05:49 GMT -5
Segment: Trust Is a Virtue (Credit: Jake Cheng and BK London)
The show returns from commercial break, and BK London is waiting around in the interview area. He looks left, looks right, and has a bit of a confused look. It would seem as if he were waiting for either Charlotte or Kevin to interview him, but it neither interviewer was present at the moment. With only an hour or so left until his match starts, he looks to boogie back to his locker room - but not before he bumps into his tag team partner, Jake Cheng.
Jake Cheng: What the FUCK man!
BK London: ...and hello there to you too Jake. What can I help you with today?
Jake Cheng: You can help me by telling me what the hell were you thinking earlier tonight. I mean, you're putting your career on the line just to make a point to Gingerdude? Are you - ARE YOU CRAZY?!
BK London: Now, let me explain…
Jake Cheng: Retiring! Don’t sign your soul to the devil BK! This is a terrible idea, what if you lose, huh? Then I'm stuck with all these weirdos alone.
BK London: Whoa whoa whoa Jake. Now I don't know if you noticed, but you've done pretty well for yourself over the past few months. You've won quite a bit of titles, defeates some big names, hell - you're the best Light Heavyweight to ever step in ACW. You're a big deal. You can handle anything yourself. But, as I told Gingerdude, I DO NOT plan on losing. And you need to have some confidence in me, alright?
Jake Cheng: …yeah. I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m running out of allies here. And I don’t want to lose my best friend either.
BK London: You won’t. I’ll beat Zero and you’ll tear Robertson to shreads. And then you’ll go celebrate or something.
Jake Cheng: Can we go to a titty bar?
BK London: There are titty bars all around Los Angeles. Not in this lame town known as Seattle, Washington though.
Cheap heat.
Jake Cheng: You're right. Now if you excuse me, I have to go hit a man with a baseball bat.
BK London: Have fun.
Jake Cheng: Later.
And just like that, Jake Cheng leaves the locker room of the ACW Heavyweight Champion. BK smiles at his best friend’s antics but then gets serious again thinking about his concern. Only time will tell.
Fade Out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:06:19 GMT -5
Segment: Metal Gear Penetration: The Twin Sna—Oh my.. (Credit:TK/FSX – DOUBLE PENETRATION) ------------------------------------------------------- OOC NOTE: In order to comply with forthcoming European Internet Safety legislation, certain random segments will hence be issued with a guidance certificate. This segment has been rated WTF. -------------------------------------------------------- Despite the location, there is always a familiar insanity related to an ACW show. Zany occurrences are almost guaranteed, and no matter where the company goes it seems that mayhem comes with them! But as they travel to a place so incredibly peaceful and innocent, such as Seattle, what could the top performers possibly do to make this dull, quiet city interesting? Rumor has it that Nazi's will be involved, and there may very well be a retelling of Jason Freeman's life. That's right, this is a Double Penetration Segment! Remember back on Meltdown when Thunderkiss paid mention, well wearing a Santa suit mind you, that he would tell the Jewish people the story of NAZI JASON FREEMAN? That's right, it was said to be concluded on Warfare! So how will Double Penetration possible be able to tell this story? Is TK still wearing that Santa suit? Did they actually remain at that temple on ACW island this entire time?! Will they now travel THROUGH time?!?!?! EXCITING! As the scene begins to open, it seems that the location has changed slightly...no, it seems that Double Penetration has made their way to Seattle for the final stop on the tour! Well, prior to Winter Discontent anyway! But as Thunderkiss is still wearing his Santa suit, you know what that means!Thunderkiss: Are you ready for this, Brother? We're gonna go and stop Jason Freeman from starting World War II! We'll be timeless heroes, and able to sleep with our own grandmothers! After this, nothing will be able to stop us!FSX: Yeah...about that... Thunderkiss: Hm? Is something wrong?Hesitating for a moment, Fallen ponders if he should really have to just come out and say it as he looks over to TK, before shaking his head with a sigh. How ridiculous.FSX: I was actually kinda thinking that we wouldn't...you know...do any of that. It's just...well..it's a horrible, horrible idea. We're bound to change the future if we do it, and it could lead to a world where the Back to the Future movies were never made. I'm not really up for it. Thunderkiss: But...I got the Santa Suit for another day and everything...this is supposed to be my community service!This was a very important situation, no doubt. Fallen might of been irritated with the pointless entertainment that TK had on the mind, but just a few months earlier it would of been all that he did. It was his specialty...No, there had to be a way they both could relate to each other. As Kiss would continue to stare a hole into the former ACW World Champion, FSX seemed to come up with a compromise.FSX: Seriously, if we're going to dedicate are final moments of training before the Pay Per View to time travel, and stopping a war that has ALREADY FINISHED...well..I suggest we just accept what has already happened, you know? Thunderkiss: Ah, but your forgetting the--FSX: I'm not becoming my own grandfather. I don't fucking care what you saw on Futurama, that's just NOT gonna happen. Alright? Do you understand? We're not traveling back in time, we'll just have do something else. Clearly angry with the fact he was losing his only chance to obtain a very 'special' mind, Kiss would simply stubbornly pout as he stood their a moment, trying to think up another good reason to make the trip back in time. However, as nothing came to him, he just let out a cry of anger and ripped his Santa suit off quickly. When in doubt, rip off your clothes...of course he was wearing a fabulous suit under it, of course.Thunderkiss: FINE!! But you better have a GOOD idea, brother. I'm not about to let those two jobbers one-up us the final Warfare! WE GOTTA SHOW THEM UP! WE GOTTA BE THE VERY BEST! LIKE NO ONE EVER WAS MOTHERFUCKER!Ducking all of a sudden, Fallen seems startled as a chair suddenly goes whirling by his head. Where the hell did that come from?! Let's just say an angry, angry man knows where to get stuff to throw in any situation. Thunderkiss is always prepared. FSX: Where do you keep getting those chairs from?!...Anyway, don't you worry buddy! I've got a great idea! It's even location-appropriate! Thunderkiss: Really? Well, what is it? Are we going to go fishing? Could cook up some Mariners, maybe make a soup or something. Would be delicious.FSX: Uh...nah, maybe later. The idea is pretty simple, actually. If we're going to destroy the pure, true evil that is the Road Steelers we have to practice. We need to prepare ourselves, and grow a greater unity as a team. We need to do anything necessary to become greater partners, and greater friends. We need to become...one. A grin slowly growing on his face, Fallen seems quite disturbed as TK grows more and more giddy with each passing moment. What's on his mind? If you knew, you'd be dead.Thunderkiss: I understand that we penetrate the ladies together, but I'd rather keep my meat out of your bun if you catch my drift.FSX: ...No...no..NOOO! I'm not talking about sex, damn it! I'm talking about taking down the empire of Starbucks, and saving the world from paying twenty bucks for a 'Grande' coffee! Looks like there will be little penetration tonight! Too bad, as we all know that unexplained sex is the best way prepare for something completely unrelated to it. Ha, the fun...That's not saying that taking out a coffee mogul is a much better idea for preparation, however. Don't you worry. It's a FSX idea. Something will happen that makes it work. TK knows it, just look!Thunderkiss: Not bad. Can I put in a counter offer to destroying their company?FSX: Sure, what do you have in mind. Thunderkiss: GETTING THEM TO CARRY THUNDERGY!Well...he kinda gets it. As Fallen can only stare blankly at his tag team partner at what he hears, it's clear that he's not about to agree to such a thing. In fact, he might go crazy and use his villainous powers to hurt someone. With a crowbar, or something. Anyway, Thunderkiss catches on quickly.Thunderkiss: ...Uh...so! Destroy a company, you say? You got it!FSX: That's better. It shouldn't be very hard. In fact, we should be able to finish up and return to the arena with time to spare! Thunderkiss: Oh good! We can get a mocha latte well we're there, and bond some well telling story! Great team building techniques!FSX: ...Sure...right. Anyway, their headquarters are downtown. Let's get going! Finally, we can get down to the excitement! Will Double Penetration be able to defeat the evil that is Starbucks? Signs point to yes, given the current economy. As they both nod to each other, and begin their journey toward the headquarters of the building, the epic conclusion will be coming soon! The intensity can hardly wait, on this story guaranteed an ending! Well they rush off into the distance, the scene inevitably fades to black...
Meanwhile, in the evil lair of Starbucks task force...A man watches ACW television, likely learning of this plot! Oh no!Man: So...you think that you can destroy what I started, do you? Foolish mortals...no one can stop the beast that is STAAAAARBUCKS!Raising his arms and staring up to the ceiling as if to let out a loud, furious cry of disgust at the situation...he realizes it would probably be better off to go with Plan B.Man: You there, minion! Call on my third cousin, twice removed. Tell him I have the role of a lifetime for him. Minion: Uh...you mean Alec, Mr. Baldwin? Gasp! But that could only mean that this is logically Jerry Baldwin, one of the founders of Starbucks! So...this is what he's up too now...I guess he's pretending to be related to Alec Baldwin.Jerry Baldwin: That's Jerry to you!!!....I mean...Mr. Baldwin! You were right the first time!!...Anyway, yeah. Alec. It is time I send out The Garden Snake to capture the mice in my maze. Minion: Alright, I guess. Are you going to keep cracking bad one liners? If so, it is my last day and all...I might just head out early. Scoffing at such disrespect being shown to him, the pure epitome of coffee lunatics, he wouldn't waste a moment. He simply pulled out a gun from his pocket, and shot the man in the face. My...that's not very TV friendly...THIS IS REAL EVIL, PEOPLE! Disrespect the man, and die! See, FSX isn't so bad, is he? Either way, he finally lets out his maniacal laugh as he's done killing his minion.Jerry Baldwin: That's what happens to people that don't respect me! Now, call up Alec and tell him to KILL THEM!!! Pausing for a few moments as he waits there, beginning to pace back and forth as anger fills him more and more with each passing moment. How DARE this sniveling, poor individual still disrespe--oh, wait. He killed the minion. Silly Baldwin!Jerry Baldwin: Oh...right...I shot you. I'll do it, then...Just can't get good help nowadays. Remember kids, never work for Starbucks. You'll end up like this poor minion, here. Dead and tastelessly made reference too. Either way, that's finally the end of that. The scene doesn't waste a moment fading out, as Jerry takes a hold of the phone and begins dialling. Will Alec Baldwin kill our heroes? Only time will tell.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:09:15 GMT -5
Segment: One step too far Credit: Josh Robertson
With the show now at around the mid-point the camera opens up at the locker room of one Josh Robertson. Robertson can be seen standing looking at a wall length mirror and presumably examining his muscles as he does a series of exercises to loosen up. Either way, it isn't hard to notice the radiating smile on his face, something clearly went right. And for those of you who pay attention, and actually bother to read segments, yes it did! Having finally gotten what he wanted earlier on tonight there was really little doubt that Robertson would want to discuss events with his mentor a little more as he begins to speak.
Josh Robertson: Well, I have to say, that went surprisingly well. After our previous dealings with Cheng I have to admit, I thought we were going to be in for a considerably longer night than that.
Robertson pauses as he rotates his neck around several times.
Josh Robertson: I'll be honest and tell you that I wasn't quite comfortable with how we took care of things on Thursday, but I guess in the end things have worked out how we wanted them to. I finally get the chance to REALLY show that thug what professional wrestling is all about.
There is a slight glint in Robertson’s eye as he finishes doing his little "exercises" and smirks as he turns around to face his mentor. In stark comparison to Robertson's positive and possibly even happy complexion Wright is slumped in his chair looking fairly unenthusiastic and seemingly puzzled by something. At first Robertson is oblivious, carrying on to talk.
Josh Robertson: Cheng may have thought he was smart pulling the stuff he pulled, but come this Saturday he's going to have more to regret then simply losing a match...
As Robertson continues to speak he eventually begins to realise that Wright isn't actually paying too much attention, if any, and tails off as he finishes. There is an awkward silence before Robertson breaks it.
Josh Robertson: ...have you actually heard anything I have just said in the last 5 minutes?
There is a pause again before Wright finally turns to look at Robertson and respond.
Bill Wright: Yes, but can't say I share the same view of the situation as you do.
Wright pauses as Robertson looks slightly dumbfounded.
Bill Wright: Cheng may have accepted the match earlier on, but that doesn't mean that's all he has in mind. It was all a bit too easy for my liking, if I didn't know any better I would say Mr. Cheng has something else up his sleeve.
Josh Robertson: Like what? It doesn't matter, this time in the ring I will be prepared for his tricks and be able to stop them--
Bill Wright[Interrupting][/i]: I didn't mean in the ring, I meant between now and then. I have a sneaking suspicion that he's going to try to do something to stop you going into that match 100%.
Bill pauses.
Bill Wright: Which is why we need to get there first. We can't take the risk that Cheng will play by the rules for once; we need to make sure he does. We need to show him that we're prepared to go even further than we did last Thursday. We need to--
Robertson's mood looks to have swung as he interrupts Wright looking irate.
Josh Robertson[Interrupting][/i]: Stop right there. I don't know what the deal is, but since this whole situation with Cheng started you've been increasingly dropping down to his level. Now, I'm sorry, but I only did what I did last Thursday because that was the only way he was going to give me the match. Well, now I have the match and the opportunity to show on Pay-Per-View what a loser Jake Cheng really is. I'm going to do what I came here to do - purify this industry - and the only way to do that is in the ring. You may have a case of paranoia Bill, but I think even Cheng has enough decency to wait until our match on Saturday to settle this.
Robertson pauses as Wright looks taken aback by his reaction.
Josh Robertson: So, unless you want to try your luck with Cheng alone, I suggest you find something to distract yourself with until Saturday.
As Robertson finishes he sits down on a chair, showing that he is clearly not going to do anything under any circumstances. Finally, Bill lets out a sigh to indicate he is in agreeance and the locker room descends into an awkward silence as neither man looks in the mood to converse anymore.
The camera slowly fades to black.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:11:29 GMT -5
”Danny Mainer and The Anti-Gift: Double Trouble”Credit: Danny Mainer/ & Inside Danny Mainer’s locker-room, Danny was tired after having an incredibly strenuous day doing sod-all but playing on his DS. He should have been training for his match with Hunter at Winter’s Discontent but it was the last thing on his mind right now. Right now he wanted to finish the Mushroom Cup on 150cc and he’d be damned if exercising and training were to get in the way of that. Playing as Luigi, his traditional character for the last 10 years or so he was looking to finish up first in this grand prix on the final stretch of track. Revving up the engine he was neck and neck with The Princess Peach and he didn’t want to lose, not to that silly bitch. If she can’t even escape an evil dragon she SHOULDN’T be able to best Danny in his favourite track Mushroom City.Danny Mainer: ”Fucking slut! I’ll kill YOU!”This was it, he was about to win with such grace and honour as he picked up a box. He was literally JUST about to throw the red shell that he’d obtained when lightning literally struck him. He flipped out and being the cheating fucker that the game is, Peach managed to avoid the shrinking effects around about the time there was a heavy knocking on Danny’s door. Danny fumed as Peach won stealing his Grand Prix from him and of course the rage would be targeted at the person who distracted him.Danny Mainer: ”What the FUCK do you want?!?!”The person lets himself in, it appears to be some random assistant with a clipboard and glasses. Danny turned and stared at him. He was clearly a little nervous to be there due to the fact that he was shaking like a leaf.Crew Worker Guy: “Umm, Ginger said that you didn’t do an Anti-Gift segment last week and that’d be an idea for you to do two THIS week.” Danny Mainer: ”I don’t have to do shit. I’m trying to train for my match with Hunter.”Crew Worker Guy: “Oh but you do, if you don’t he’s not booking the match! He’s also going to cut your wages down by 25% if you don’t.” Danny Mainer: ”SON OF A BITCH! He can’t fucking do that.” Biting his lip, the crew worker guy just couldn’t contain his snide remark.Crew Worker Guy: “It doesn’t look like you’re busy anyways, you’re playing games!” Danny Mainer: ”Excuse ME?! I’m playing Mario Kart, you have NO IDEA how much of an exercise this is. You couldn’t last an HOUR in my converse. Don’t try and tell me what is and ISN’T a proper workout or son you’ll be on your ass so fast that the medics won’t even hear about you ‘til you’re dead.”The crew worker guy turned to run in fear but Danny shouted after him.Danny Mainer: ”Wait up bish-bosh! You wanna be mouthy?! How about you help me. Take my phone, press the random contact button and tell me who it ends up as.”Crew Worker Guy: “Umm, OK!” Danny threw his phone at the crew worker guy who jumped back in shock to catch it. Clasping it tightly fearing the results if he dropped it, he opened up the RAZR and went onto his contacts list .He hit the Random Selection button and his eyes lit up with shock as he saw the result.Danny Mainer: ”Who is it?!”Crew Worker Guy: “Thunder Train!” Danny Mainer: ”I’m sure I deleted that pricks number after Entourage split. Whatever, how hard could it be?! Again my friend.”The crew team guy pressed the button again and he seemed even more impressed with the second answer. His eyes lit up and even though he was still scared shitless, he told him anyways.Crew Worker Guy: “XS3.” Danny Mainer: ”Son of a bitch, you’re kidding me right?”Crew Worker: “Nope.” Danny Mainer: ”Do it again!”Beep. He presses the button.Crew Worker: “Umm, it’s Thunder Train again.” Danny Mainer: ”WHAT?!?! AGAIN!”LOL! Another one.Crew Worker: “XS3!” Danny Mainer: ”And AGAIN.”Crew Worker: “Thunder Train again.” Danny Mainer: ”ARGH! GOD DAMMIT! Fucks sake, I have over 300 people on my contacts! Show me”He turned the phone to Danny who could see clearly that it had in fact pulled up Thunder Train’s phone number. Twisted ideas entered his mind as he finally decided it was fate and that he’d roll with it. A fat, bald guy and a metal-head with a fine-ass wife. What would this turn out to be? Well, we’ll see. Danny took back his phone and headed out onto the streets of Seattle for half an hour and he had some ideal-gifts. When the vision returned in this very obviously pre-taped segment, Danny wandered along the corridor with a basket. This time, Danny had even gone to the efforts of wrapping the presents. Danny walked along to the RSX3 locker-room and knocked on the door repeatedly doing his traditional sprinting away leaving the basket in his shadow. XS3 soon opened the door immediately noticing the gift basket.XS3: ”Hey Train! Come check this out.”XS3 picked up the hand-basket and took it into the locker room putting it in the middle of the floor. Train walked out of the bathroom with a sandwich in hand, no surprises there. He nearly dropped the sandwich when he saw the basket lying there, he jumped for joy and yelled.Train: ”Oh my God! Is that a baby?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!”XS3 face-palmed as Train ran over to have a look at the basket.Train: ”CAN WE EAT IT?!”XS3: ”No Train, I think someone’s left a Christmas gift. Check it out.”Train: ”Dah, babies are a delicacy y’know, they’re so juicy and tender! …mmmm….”XS3: ”Tell me some other time Train.”Train took the blanket off and saw the cards and the gift-wrapped presents and his eyes lit up.Train: ”Our gifts are about the same size! They’re probably the same thing. Let’s see!”Train threw X’s present and card to him, he caught them easily and they both went for the cards first.Dear Thunder Train, With the upcoming new year, I figured you’d do your best if you lost a little bit of weight as like a resolution before you’re “due”. So I bought you a gift that was appropriate. Merry Christmas. Love, Danny Mainer Train: ”What?”Train quickly ripped the paper off of his gift and roared angrily.Train: ”Look at THIS!”XS3 started laughing his ass off at Train’s gift unaware that he was going to get something equally worse. XS3 ripped open the card and pulled it out.Dear Matt, AKA XS3 My old Entourage buddy, the guy that beat me at OE III. Now I’ll admit that when I bought this gift for you I had your wife in mind but I figured you’d benefit from it too. No, it’s not a ThunderVibe. I’m not that unoriginal. Merry Christmas. Love, Danny Mainer XS3 was already concerned, he tore off the paper on his gift and started in horror.XS3: ”Whatever...”He lobbed the book away as Train started having his own back laughing in X’s face. The scene faded with the two returning to what they were doing before, but now both with an inherent dislike for Danny Mainer. Laughing his ass off around the corner Danny had bigger things to worry about now that that was done. For X and Train they had to defeat Fallen Souls and Thunderkiss and for Danny he had to beat Hunter. Who would win their respective matches? Find out at Winter’s Discontent.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:12:16 GMT -5
”HelloGoodbye” Credit: Danny Mainer Saturday night, and in Hollywood the time had come for those evil sons of bitches from all over The City of Angels to get their asses out of bed or out of the movie studios and into the hottest nightclubs in the city. Tonight was party time and nobody knows just how to party like LA. Our focus was drawn to a sushi restaurant on a good ol’ stretch of main road which looked like God had ripped it straight out of China and dropped it into downtown Los Angeles. From outside the restaurant you could hear the soft sounds of traditional Chinese music playing as people walked in and out to get food. To the owner of the club, a man named Kenji Kasa this was just another days work while to the population it was a fantastic night out.
Kenji was a shateigashira or second lieutenant of the Kasa yakuza family and he was quite popular with the rest of the gang, At this stage, he was counting his money in the safe as the night begun. Outside of the club about twenty metres down the road was Danny Mainer trying to find some sort of way in there. To get in you had to be Asian, dressed well and had a reservation and that was something Danny wasn’t any of. He needed a way in and he needed a way in soon but how, how? That was what Danny was trying to work out sat on a bench with his head in his hands.
Danny was dressed entirely in black with a full-sleeve t-shirt, cargo pants and a Lucha Libre hoodie zipped up with the mask pulled over his face completely obscuring his identity and two extra-grip climbing gloves. Over the past few months as we’ll see at Winters Discontent Danny had taken to free-running to increase his acrobatic abilities making flips easier and to be able to do more and more incredible stunts in the ring then ever before. So, the idea had crawled into Danny’s head to try and scale the walls of the building or find some other way in.
Using a satellite navigation system inside his phone he’d determined that there was an alleyway around the back which would’ve been the best way to enter. So, he decided to roll with that. Switching his phone to silent he crossed the road being sure not to get run over by Saturday night traffic. He double-checked that nobody was watching before dipping into the dark side-alley around the restaurant. In front of him stood his first mission, a chain-link fence which was electrified and had barb-wire running the top. Either side of that was a brick-wall and on the left side is a dumpster.Danny Mainer: ”My oh my, this is such a blocking obstacle. I have absolutely no way of entering now…”Danny took a good run up before bouncing onto the dumpster and vaulting across the top of the fence, gapping it cleanly with a front-flip landing on one knee on the other side. He then stands up skulking around the corner towards the back-door of the restaurant. This would be where the sushi is prepared before being pushed out onto the conveyor belts. Danny wasn’t interested in that though, he needed the location of where his target was. Here was the kicker, Danny was going through all of this for revenge. His phone buzzed in his pocket softly and he drew it out. Danny smirked, switching off his phone and placing it back inside his trousers. Stood at the back-door, his heart skipped a beat when the fire-escape started to rattle open. Danny looked around for somewhere to hide noting the ladder just next to the door. He sped up the ladder like a man with a firecracker up his ass and hung merely a few feet over some chef’s head as he lit up a cigarette. Danny needed out before he was seen. He looked around for something, anything and just above the door-frame he saw second floor windows. He hopped off the ladder onto the window-frame and pulled himself up to see inside.
Through the window he could see an elaborate office, where a bald Asian man in a black suit was fast sleep at a desk. Clearly this was the manager. There was a large suitcase on the desk probably filled with money but Danny wasn’t interested. He tested the window and to his surprise, it was unlocked. He opened it slowly and could immediately hear the snoring of the man inside. He slowly pulled his way up and through the window and climbed into the office treading as quietly as possible across the dark red carpet and out to the door into the main office. He peeked through the keyhole and saw the hustle and bustle of the top floor of this sushi restaurant. He opened the door and gently shut it behind him and then he looked around at the hustle and bustle of the restaurant.
His anonymous benefactor was right, it was obvious. Sat over by the balcony was a pretty girl in her mid-20’s and a fairly weedy looking guy in glasses and finally his target. At the table munching on a California roll dressed in a pair of black denim jeans and a late ‘60’s brown and orange sweater shirt was the man himself James Murphy. Danny’s instincts from then took over as he sprinted forward and leaped over the sushi bar into the centre. He then leapt over the other side and it was too late for James to do anything when he saw him. James Murphy: “What the FU-!” Danny crashed into him taking him to the floor with a shoulder barge knocking him out of his chair. The weedy guy ran to try and attack him but Danny just elbowed him in the face and knocked him unconscious as the woman started to scream. Danny grabbed her by the neck of her shirt and threw her to the ground harshly.Danny Mainer: ”THIS is between ME and him.. THIS is MY job Stay the fuck out of my way!”James desperately was looking for a weapon of sorts to defend himself with, his chair being much too heavy for the task. Danny didn’t give him any breathing room. He sat on him to stop his movement and started with some rapid mounted punches making him bleed within moments sending crimson spattering out of his mouth and onto his shirt within seconds. A random sous chef tried to stop him but all that happened was a punch in the face for his troubles sending him flat on his ass. Danny then grabbed James and lifted him up pushing him to the very edge of the nearby balcony. Danny hissed at him like a mad-man as the look of pure fear completely dominated James’s face.Danny Mainer: ”It’s a long fall from the top, James… You’re gonna’ see this first hand.”James Murphy: “D-d-DANNY?!” Danny Mainer: ”Bingo! Y’know what comes next right?”James Murphy: “Dan, this is bloody madness! Let me go! You seemed the best choice, I’m sorry!” Danny Mainer: ”Madness you say?. Well, maybe. See James, I just got back from the vacation you contributed into putting me on and it wasn’t the best time of my life. I’m repaying you the favour now. I’m sending you packing like you did to me six months ago!”James Murphy: “WHAT?!” With that, Danny dropped James with the Psycho Holiday. The sheer impact of the knee to the face knocking all sense out of James as he was sent tumbling backwards over the balcony plummeting towards his end. Blood and saliva sprayed out of his mouth as he fell over the balcony heading to the ground back first, back flipping in the air. As Danny got up to observe his handiwork he marvelled at what was about to happen. Something which he hadn’t planned for.BEEP BEEEEEEEEP! SMACK! As James fell, a Hummer-V8 going about 30 miles an hour ploughed into his falling body sending him rolling across the hood and into a battered and broken heap behind it. The perfect hit and run case, the Hummer sped off without waiting leaving James an absolute wreck on the street below. Danny vaulted over the balcony rail grabbing onto the edge of the concrete balcony floor. He then lowered himself as far as he could go before dropping down onto street level laughing his ass off at the events that had just unfolded. He jogged casually over to James who was delirious with the amount of pain he was in. A crowd had formed around the event and Danny pushed his way through, sitting on James’s stomach much to his displeasure as he groaned in pain.James Murphy: “I t-t-told you I was sorry!” Danny Mainer: ”YOU ruined my life James. You betrayed me and I swore to myself I’d get revenge, you speak out about me to ANYONE and I promise you, this WON’T be the last time we meet. Clear?!”James Murphy: “Crystal.” James then coughed up a big wad of blood onto his chest, disturbing Danny to no end. Seeing the huge crowd that had formed and the sound of sirens wailing around him he decided to do a runner. He shoved his way through the crowd off into the night as the scene came to a close. Revenge had been served and now, off the hit-list he could scratch James’s name. Justice was a sweet, sweet dessert and Danny was full-up. It was so good it just HAD to be fattening. There’s more to come, just wait and see.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:15:22 GMT -5
Segment: He who laughs last, last best. But he who enters Hell in a Cell first, will most likely retain title. </Confucius> Credit: Steele/Dan
"Are you taking the piss, dude? I don't want to be in the same room as this gimp.
“Yeah, fuck you too nigga.”
As the scene opens up, we see our International Champion - well both of them. Standing before the desk of Chairman Gingerdude is the Brooklyn native; Jake Steele. And right next to him is the rebel from Cardiff, Wales; Dan White. Both have the obvious look of not wanting to be in the room and both probably would love nothing better than for the man standing next to them to get a taste of what they deserve. Whatever that may be. Gingerdude sits in his chair, clearly noticing this as he speaks to the both of them.
Gingerdude: You two are the worst. Just when I thought neither of you could annoy me any further, you BOTH prove me wrong. Congratulations gentlemen.
Dan: Piss off, Ginger. I'm fully aware that piss isn't a swear word, so I can say it as much as I pissing like without getting a pissing fine. So hurry the piss up, cos I need to get readying for my pissing match with wankstain here.
Steele - Yeah and I still got my match with dat commie ass nigga from Wales.[/color]
Dan: My match is gonna be somewhat easier, considering I'm literally wrestling a piece of crap tonight.
Steele - Dat ain’t shit compared to mine. I’m goin’ up against some old, washed up piece of trash.[/color]
Gingerdude: Stop it! Now inside of my office I will not go for this pissing contest.
Dan: You sure? I thought the show had started already.
Gingerdude: Funny. Anyway, as both of you know… your Hell in a Cell match for Winter’s Discontent will be under Championship Scramble rules. So that means someone and another man will have to enter as the first two unlucky competitors.
Steele - What dat mean for us?[/color]
Gingerdude: And you two have a very special match tonight. Which I have decided to make even more special. Because I’ve added my own personal stipulation…
Dan: Get to the point, gingerpubes.
Gingerdude: Right. The winner will not only be International Champion, but they will enter the Cell as the very first competitor.
Dan: Alright, fine by me.
Steele - Haha. Looks like you gonna be last in Dan. Too bad da match will be over before you can even come in. I guess all of dat “experience” is gonna be a lost cause.[/color]
On that note, Steele makes his leave, shoving Dan in the shoulder as he leaves. Dan goes to retaliate, but he looks at Ginger and keeps his cool
Gingerdude: You know, the word "piss" counts as a swear word.
Dan has no time to argue, snapping out.
Dan: Fuck off, wankface.
Gingerdude: !!!
Fade out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:18:12 GMT -5
Segment: The Boy Wonder (Credit: Jay Zero)
For nearly two years now, there have been friends, and there have been foes. There have been the times where you've cheered, and the times when you've booed. Through the darker times of losses and defeat, and through the glory days of victory and golden titles - he's nearly seen it all. However, as these all lie in the past, time seems to begin to slow itself down to barely a crawl. Everything that's been done has made its mark, but in only 6 days, Jay Zero faces his biggest challenge yet. Moreso than defeating Rattlesnake at Omega Effect or Scott Andrews at Heatwave, Zero will need to dig down into the deepest part of his soul and reach to pull out everything he has inside him. Heading full force into the biggest match of his career, Jay Zero needs all that he can get in order to take out the top dog, also known as BK London. The 3X World Heavyweight Champion. Never before have the odds seemed so unbalanced, and never before has Jay Zero had to push himself to such limits just to stand toe to toe with an opponent. For weeks on end, months in total, BK London and the ring-leader of the former OCW, Stephan Russo have pushed Jay Zero around, making him look like a fool. But last Thursday, Zero snapped. Zero showed no mercy, and that brings us here today. Just days after nearly shattering the neck of the World Champion, we find Jay Zero being met alongside Charlotte King, one of ACW's backstage interviewers. Dressed very nicely, Charlotte looks slightly nervous as she prepares herself to question the slightly unstable World Title contender. Dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans, Zero stares off to the side of the screen, and it isn't until Charlotte speaks that he seems to wake from a deep slumber.
Charlotte King: Jay. Let's not waste time, shall we? Last Thursday, what was running through your head that truly just made you snap?
He looks over at Charlotte and does not respond, as if he himself does not even know the answer.
Zero: Charlotte, let me tell you something. I don't think you know what's it like. None of you do. Nobody really knows the pressure I'm under right now! I'm--- I'm goin' crazy here Charlotte! Never before have I ever wanted anything so ... erggg so BAAAADLY! And now that I'm closer to it than ever before, I can't even begin to describe what I'm willing to do to finally get what I've worked so hard for! Thursday, you all saw what happened. You all saw the carnage - and just let me explain Charlotte! I did not do what I did to BK out of spite! I did not do what I did just for the hell of it! I did what I did to BK London because the man has pushed me! Constantly! He's poked at me, and he's pushed at me! And Thursday, that push came to shove! I am SICK of hearing the insults Charlotte and I am absolutely TIRED of hearing that worthless scum run his mouth about how I'll never stand a chance against such a "legend as himself!" The reason why I "snapped" you could say, is because quite frankly Ms. King, I don't give a shit about being right or wrong anymore! This far into my fight for the World Title, if he wants to play rough, then you better believe that I'm willing to fight harder.
Charlotte King: Well you say nobody knows what it's like, yet what about those that have gone through the same fight as you? People like Jake Cheng, Thunderkiss, or FSX, all climbing up the ladder to earn their title reigns! You don't believe that they too know what you're going through?
Zero: ...What? Jake Cheng? Thunderkiss? FSX? Charlotte, do you even realize what the hell you're saying right now?! Of course they don't know! Sure, they all may say their stories were historic and they fought a long, hard fight for it, but hell! Jake Cheng comes back from nowhere and lucks out against Hunter, not even earning his shot! Then all that ThunderRoids needed to do was simply break that undeserving transitional Tiny-Man champion into two! And FSX? Please. Fallen Souls can argue that he worked the hardest for his World Title win at Omega Effect, but let's face facts! For one, it was Sarin that he beat for the title! I know you're all saying "Who?" but yes, that's right Sarin! Remember her? She was the knockoff imitation of Yoko Satoshi that never came to be!
The crowd watching this promo of the Alphatron gives out a long "Oooooooh" from the insult thrown at the former champion.
Zero: And once he did defeat that former love-toy, what did Fallen Souls ever do with that World Title? Did he ever defend it against some high class, worthy opponents and show that he deserved that Championship title? Did he ever even walk out to that very ring in front of all of the fans and simply go "Here I am! I'm officially on the top. Come and get me!" Well let me answer my own question here Charlotte, he did not! BK London took it upon himself to use the World Championship Title match as stated in his newly updated contract, and he simply took the title away from FSX! So going back to your original question, no Charlotte. These men don't know what I'm going through, because one is nothing but a sidekick, another a glory hound that lives just to stand under the spotlight, and the former a washed up "legend" of ACW that can't even be considered a has-been as he truly never was on the top in my books! The only thing that these men have in common other than being former World Champions is the fact that all three of these men were never something that I am - and that is being worthy of the World Heavyweight Championship Title!
Some fans are really not liking this "Do-or-Die" attitude of Jay Zero as he expresses going into his match with BK London.
Charlotte King: So what does make you different from all of them? What makes you worthy?
Zero: Charlotte it's simple. I've really worked up from the bottom. I didn't just sit there and wait for my shot. I didn't just sit around on my ass going "One day, I'll be at the top!" No! Since the day that I stepped into ACW, I knew that I was only going to get there by working my ass off, and I have! The moment I signed my ACW Contract, do you remember what I did? I got straight up into BK London's face and I told him just how it is!
Charlotte King: Yes! BK actually mentioned that encounter last Thursday!
Zero: So he did! But did you listen to what BK said about it? He said that I was exactly a splitting image of the man that I was 2 years ago. But that's not all! He also said HE was a splitting image of the man he was 2 years ago too! Now, I do suppose that has some truth in it. Because two years ago, I was STILL making an impact on BK London, and last Thursday, everybody knows what an IMPACT I made on him again! And just like two years ago when I stepped into ACW, BK is still nothing but a shadow of his former self! Sure he may be the champion, but that will NEVER, EVER mean that he's the blood-thirsty, competitive athlete that he was back in his earlier days, and come this Saturday, I'm going to show you all the truth behind that when I walk out the new World Heavyweight Champion!
The crowd cheers, but we still aren't done here!
Charlotte King: Now you may say that now, but clearly, you can't just be counting him out! These past few weeks, minus last Thursday, BK has gotten the upper hand on you in each and every encounter! And now after all that's happened between you two, Chairman Gingerdude earlier on has made tonights Main Event a Strange Bedfellows matchup with you teaming up with BK London to take on Dave Tyler and Chris Williams! How are you two possibly going to co-exist with eachother with this standing feud going on inbetween yourselves?
Zero: --Pft. Do you HONESTLY think that after what's happened between BK and I, that for even a second we're going to coexist as a tag team? Charlotte honey, I'll tell you right here and right now! Tonight, BK London and I are not going to work as one. We are NOT going to look out for what's best for our team! What we are going to do, is simply walk out to that ring, do what we need to do and win the goddamn match! And if he doesn't want to even go that far, then hell, I'll do it on my own!
Charlotte King: Take on Dave Tyler and Chris Williams alone? That seems a bit risky considering you ought to be saving yourself up for this Saturday!
Zero: Yeah Charlotte well I think it's been made aware that if I'm going to walk out with the World Title over my shoulder at Winters Discontent, I'm going to HAVE to get a bit risky! And what's it matter anyways? Chris Williams is nothing than a manipulative push-over, and Dave Tyler... Well. Dave Tyler simply reminds me of myself back in the early days. Looking to make a name for himself! But still, that doesn't change a thing, cause if he steps inbetween BK and I tonight, he'll sure as hell make a name for himself as the kid that never was!
Charlotte King: Well Jay I wish you luck tonight in our Main Event, and I wish you all the luck this Saturday.
Zero: Thank you Charlotte... but luck is only there half of the time. If I relied on luck, I'd never even make it this far.
Jay squints his eyes a bit at Charlotte as he finishes up with his last statement. Turning his shoulders now, Zero begins to walk off of the scene, most likely to prepare himself for tonights main event matchup. Zero stated that they won't work together, but how will that affect the entire match? Can these two even last an entire match before all hell breaks loose?
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:18:51 GMT -5
Match 4: Jake Steele vs. Dan White - International Championship Match (Credit: Dan White / Jake Steele / Macho Man RDK) As we fade back into ACW programming, Phillip Jones is standing in the middle of the ring and has his announcing game face on.Phillip Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Alpha Championship Wrestling - International Championship! Coming to the ring first, our special guest announcer for this match-up.... The Macho Man RDK!OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH BRUDDAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"Macho Man" by The Village People hits and the crowd goes nuts. The Macho Man himself comes out with a very enthusiastic attitude as he points to all of the fans in the state of Washington. He slaps a few hands in the audience and pumps them up with his signature motions. Macho Man walks around the ring, and sits down at the announcers table, shaking the hands of McNally and Edison.Phillip Jones: Now, for the competitors. Introducing first, the challenger to this contest. He hails from Cardiff, Wales and is weighing in at two hundred and fourty pounds! He is "The Welsh Dragon" - Dan White!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 with his own International Championship. 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 as he hands off thw "championship" to Phillip.Phillip Jones: And now introducing the reigning champion. From Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty four pounds! He is The Truth, The One Man Dynasty, The SEX! Jake Steele!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 climbs the apron and steps into the ring. He raises his title into the air and shows everyone in the crowd - and Dan White why he is better than them. And just as Dan did, Steele hands over the OFFICIAL championship over to Phillip and this match gets underway.The bell rings. Edison: Ladies and gentlemen we have the Macho Man RDK with us here at ringside for commentary, and he is one of the most successful superstars in ACW history, having claimed over a dozen awards and championships throughout his career! Randy: That's right Eddie, and don't you forget it! The Mach has been layin' the smackethm down on jabronis and Jemimas out every day of the goddamn week since he was BORN brudah! And that's what has brought me my fame and fortunes! Not to mention my millions of machomaniacs out there!Steele pounces upon Dan, grabbing him around the neck and flinging him at the ropes. But Dan responds in the way he knows best, furiously clotheslining Steele down to the floor, and the crowd pops loudly as Steele crashes to the mat. Steele is quick to his feet, but is more weary of Dan, who smirks back at him. They lock up this time, and Dan ruffles Steele up with a few punches to the chest, but the referee is quick to break it up. McNally: Dan White - the ACW Veteran, always taking control in the early going!Macho: Dan White is the biggest piece of crumpet crap, to ever grace the ACW Federation brudah! I'm surprised he hasn't twiddle dee twiddled his ass on outta here by now!Edison: You can't deny that Dan White is probably the greatest ACW Superstar never to hold the ACW Heavyweight Championship!Dan smirks as he rubs his hand, as Steele yells at him. They lock up a second time, and Dan whips the International Champion at the ropes. Dan doubles himself over and Steele retaliates with an elbow to the back of the neck. Dan falls to all fours, and Steele runs at him from an angle, rolling him into a pin attempt, but the Welsh Dragon kicks out before the 3. Macho: Come on Steele! Know your role brudah!Steele looks a tad annoyed at both his failed pin and Macho's comments, but appreciates that it'll take more than that to beat Dan. Dan meanwhile looks peeved that he allowed himself to be pinned in such a way, but knows that a mere rollup isn't going to finish him. McNally: It'll take alot more than that to take out the Welsh Dragon!Macho: Again brudahs, The "Welch's Grape Juice Wagon" is the very DEFINITION of trash!Edison: Well he may be a piece of trash, but you're going to have to meet him and 4 other men at Winter's Discontent---Macho: YEAH well he's gonna have to meet ALL MY MACHOMANIACS if he wants to even get CLOSE to the Macho Man at Winter Discontent!They both want the win, as they lock up again, and Steele forces Dan against the ropes. He uses the top rope against Dan's throat, and the referee comes in to intervene, forcing Steele away with the five-count. Steele takes advantage of all five seconds, then letting go as Dan chokes, walking to the centre of the ring with his arms aloft, to the jeers of the Seattle crowd. Steele turns back around, ready to capitalise on Dan's situation, but is shocked to see that Dan has made a speedy recovery. He's more shocked to see Dan's foot flying in his direction, and he's even more shocked to see Dan pull out the Brighton Rock out of nowhere. There's a huge cheer from the crowd as the boot connects with Steele's face with absolute brutality, and he flies down to the ground. From the indication of the audience, it looks as though Dan has got the win already, and he crawls over to make the cover: 1.... 2.... Kickout by Steele Macho: And THAT'S why Dan White doesn't have what it takes to take down the Mach!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 15, 2008 17:19:19 GMT -5
There's a sigh of frustration from the crowd; Dan looks disappointed too, but to win the International title inside five minutes is an ambitious attempt. He gets to his feet, and yells some encouragement into the fans, and the response is positive. Steele follows suit, but looks a tad groggy from the force of the kick. Nonetheless, he locks up with Dan, and is duly chucked towards the ropes. Dan attempts a clothesline, but Steele ducks it; both turn around, and Steele is more aware than Dan, catching him in a Rock Bottom style Backbreaker.
Eddie: A modified rock bottom by the champion! DANGGGGEROOOOUS!!!!
Macho: People are runnin' outta ideas SO BAD these days that they have to resort to copying the mach's moves? That just makes me SICK!
He makes a cover, but Dan is able to kick out before three. Steele picks Dan back up and throws a few Booker T style chops, weakening the body of Mr. Omega Effect. He then whips Dan at the ropes, and smirks as he runs up, planting him with an Ole Kick. The Broken Legacy looks to be completed as he hooks Dan's arms, ready to plant the Half Nelson, but Dan hits Steele with a sly low blow with the foot. Steele immediately releases Dan, although to his dismay, the referee fails to notice it, but the fans aren't really that fusses. They're egging Dan on and encouraging him to take advantage, but he's still a bit loopy from that Ole Kick.
Macho: CALL THE MATCH RIGHT THERE BRUDAH, IT'S OVER! ILLEGAL TO SAY THE LEAST!
A chant begins to form from the crowd, and Dan looks up, smirking. He grabs Steele around the neck, but cannot plant the Stunt Bomb as Steele elbows his way out of it. Dan's now the groggy one and Steele hits the ropes and hits the RIGHT IN YO' FACE! right into midair. As you see, Dan managed to duck. Not only that, but he grabbed Steele's arm and attempts to lock it into the Fujiwara Armbar. But despite the cheers, Dan can't get Steele onto the ground, who instead chops Dan's arm away. Dan tries to come back with an immediate response, but Steele plants him with a DDT. Both men are down and out on the floor, but Steele rolls along and grabs the ropes before the referee begins any form of count. He exits the ring and begins to climb to the top rope, as Dan slowly stirs. He reaches the top, pointing towards Dan, who is on his feet. He leaps off in a Top Rope Clothesline, but Dan again manages to duck – and Steele plants the referee square across the jaw, knocking him back against the ropes and onto the floor. He won't be up for a while.
McNally: The referee down and out on the outside! Things could get gruesome here, Edison!
Macho: I tell ya how things are gonna get brudah! Somebody's gonna steal this match!
Steele gets to his feet and it's only then that he realises that he's knocked the ref down, and not Dan. He looks surprised to say the least, but suddenly churns up some overwhelming horror as he hears the crowd roar. He quickly turns around and takes a couple of steps back, noticing that Dan is brandishing a steel chair. How he managed to get the chair in that quick amount of time is unknown, but the fact is that with the referee down, Dan has the perfect opportunity. He doesn't care about cheating, he just wants that title. He swings at Steele, but the champ ducks and spears Dan down to the ground, firing several shots to the kidneys and stomach.
Edison: THE CHAMPION - EVER RESOURCEFUL, AND VERY DETERMINED!
Dan manages to roll over, and responds with a few punches of his own into the face. The crowd are completely eating it up, and going mental over the situation, as both men roll around trying to get the upper hand. Steele manages to leap off Dan, and he quickly grabs the chair, but by the time he turns around, Dan has escaped again. Steele is on his guard, as he notices Dan grabbing something from the side of the ring. Steele looks in shock as Dan unveils his trusty modified tennis racket, and grins as he slides back into the ring.
Macho: WRONG TIME to be playin' games jabroni!
McNally: It's al coming to a head right here!
Both men, at opposite sides of the ring, glare at each other with the look of sheer hatred for one another. Their weapons held with both hands, they both look ready to strike at any time. After all, a loss via disqualification doesn't matter if they can severely injure their opponent come Winter Discontent. They look to square up like two stags about to buck antlers, their breathing and grunting growing louder with each second. They both take a quick look around, before Dan suddenly pounces, leaping forward and swinging his racket back. Steele is taken back a bit and so remains on the spot, but furiously swings his chair. The racket connects with Steele's head, piercing the skin with the barbs, as Dan's skull takes the full whack of the chair, and both crumble to the ground, right under the eyes of the slowly recovering referee. He sluggishly notifies for the bell, and to the boos of the crowd, Philip takes up the duties.
Edison: I didn't expect that one, McNally! I thought for sure we were gonna have a simple disqualfication victory, but that is not the case here!
McNally: A victory now doesn't mean anything, with their match at Winter's Discontent only a few days away. This is merely a chance to hurt eachother, in hopes of hindering the other's chances in coming out the victor this Saturday at the PPV...
Macho: Well either way you roll the dice brudah, we're still dealing with a couple of jabronis who just aren't up to snuff with the---
Dan White, fed up with Macho's comments, has struck him with a right hand. Mach stands up with his head set on and retaliates, hitting Dan with his own blows.
Macho: WELL LOOK WHAT WE GOT HERE! BIGGEST PIECE OF WELSH TRASH TO EVER GRACE GOD'S GREEN EARTH!
Macho kicks Dan in the stomach before clotheslining him to the ground. He then proceeds to stomp his face into the ground.
Macho: WELL LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HERE WE ARE - AT THE MACHO MOTEL, WHERE MACHO MAN RANDY KANYON LAYS THE SMACKETH' DOWN ON BRUDAH DAN'S CANDY ASS! I--
SLAM! The championship title to the back of RDK's head! Jake Steele from behind!
Edison: THE CHAMPION! THE CHAMPION! DANNNNGERRROUUUUS!
Dan White gets up during RDK's distraction time and grabs his "championship", staggering away to fight another day. Jake Steele looks at RDK who is now crumbled on the ground, to the dismay of the fans.
Steele - RDK... dis Saturday... we both gonna be enterin' dat ring... but I can't promise ya dat we'll both be leavin'... ya dig?[/color]
Steele drops the mic onto RDK, and leaves him to be attended to by ringside officials. RDK relishes up when Jake gets to the stage, and Jake holds up his championship, recieving a pop from the crowd. Macho Man RDK holds his head and shakes it in disgust.
Only one man will walk out of Winter's Discontent the ACW International Champion. Not three. Not two. One.
December 20th, 2008 - A New Era Begins
Fade Out.
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