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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:23:22 GMT -5
ACW Proudly Presents: Winter Discontent 2008 Saturday 20th December 2008
ACW Manifest Destiny Tour: The Grand Finale Staples Centre, Los Angeles
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Steel Cage Match Alex Richmond vs. Will Slaughter
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Fallout Openweight Title Stan H. Johnston vs. Dangerous Nicholas Alger
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Dave Tyler vs. Chris Williams
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Jake Cheng vs. Josh Robertson
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Ginger's Favor Match - Falls Count Anywhere Hunter vs. Danny Mainer
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ACW Tag Team Championships The New Road Steelers vs. Double Penetration
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ACW International Championship Match - Hell in a Cell Jake Steele vs. Jonny Hughes vs. Scott Andrews vs. Dan White vs. Jason Freeman vs. The Macho Man RDK
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ACW World Championship BK London vs. Jay Zero
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:24:13 GMT -5
It is a cool December evening in Los Angeles. Across the city, people are looking forward to a peaceful Christmas, and hoping that the global financial crisis will somehow sort itself out in 2009. Tough times lay ahead for many... and ACW is not exempt from that rule.
The last PPV of 2008 has attracted a fine crowd, and the air is thick with debate. Is this to be the start of a new era, or the redefinition of the current one? Titles are on the line, and there are more than a few surprises in store...
The traditional pyro firestorm signals the start of festivities, and a highlights reel brings everyone up to speed.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:25:00 GMT -5
”My name is Dan” Credit: Danny Mainer Outside of the Scumbucket motel, an unrecognised car was pulling in for the first time stopping in a parking space with effortless grace. Nobody was out at the moment, as it was fairly late at night in Camden County. 11PM and on the Wednesday before Winter’s Discontent, two men had come to the Scumbucket Motel with the intention of visiting Danny. The car, a yellow and black Ford Mustang stopped and a man got out, he appeared mid-50’s with slate blue eyes and worn features like he’d suffered a long life of disappointment, slightly chubby with heavy signs of wear and tear around the eyes. He did however, cover that with his sunglasses and his denim jeans and leather jacket. He sat on the hood of the car as his grey hair blew around in the cold night air. He had a passenger with him as denoted by the reference of two men visiting him but the other one hadn’t gotten out of the car yet.
The older man on the front of the car sighted to himself as he, like a trained deer hunter surveyed the property to tot up how he was going to catch his prey. He saw the numerous stairways to the upper-levels and he saw some of the fire exits all around and he made a mental map of the place. With his mission in set, he waited for the passenger to get out which he soon did. Stepping out of the shadow and into the light you’d be surprised to see just who was actually coming to visit Danny Mainer.Chairman Gingerdude: “King, you’re absolutely positive this is the right place?” The man replied in a mild West Country accent, he was quite obviously from England right from the first word and he sounded like Jeremy Clarkson with his smooth low tones with a hint of apple-picker.Raymond King: ”Of course I’m sure, there’s nobody else that would take his sorry arse here. Now are we going to stand out here all night in the freezing cold or are we uhh, going to grow some co-jones and actually go and find this miserable git?”Chairman Gingerdude: “I guess we should find him. Should we ask the receptionist or what?” Raymond King: ”No need. I already know what room he’s in, 23. Top floor. I did my research.”Chairman Gingerdude: “I can tell… I just hope he’s not in too bad a state.” Raymond slyly locked his car automatically, setting the alarm on it as he walked away with Ginger towards the hotel rooms. They headed up the stairs together with Ginger trailing behind Raymond still slightly unsure of the situation. Raymond took off his sunglasses and pocketed them realizing he was a twat for driving in the dark with them on while continuing to jog up the stairway. The two reached the top and they strolled towards the door of Danny’s motel room. Ginger prayed he wasn’t asleep or doing something unsavoury as it was eleven o’clock and well, Danny wasn’t the type that wouldn’t hold back if he were disturbed from his sleeping pattern. They reached the door and King simplistically kicked the door with his boot causing his spurs to rattle.Chairman Gingerdude: “Oh God, I hope this was a good idea..” Raymond King: ”Of course it’s a good idea, it was mine. You wanted to give him the best psychiatric treatment in the business and so I hired myself for the job. Simple. I’ll talk to him and sort him out.”Chairman Gingerdude: “I think you’re underestimating the sit-“ The door opened and Juliana Lopez peered out of the door in a thin nightgown. She squinted at the two well-dressed men before her unaware of their identity. She immediately mistook them for Immigration Services and quaked in fear quickly leaping back shivering like a leaf, failing to even shut the door in her panic.Juliana Lopez: ”NO! I left my green card downstairs! DON’T TAKE ME AWAY!”The two men pushed their way in while Juliana sought to use Danny as a human shield from these two advancing men.Raymond King: ”Woah easy there compadre. We’re not here to deport you love we’re here for your man Danny.”Juliana leapt up and ran straight into Raymond grabbing the collar of his shirt violently. Pure fury was ablaze in her eyes.Juliana Lopez: ”You stay AWAY from my brother Manny or I swear to God I’ll-!”Raymond grabbed Juliana’s shirt and threw her off sending her to a heap on the floor. Raymond fumed up, nearly going completely crazy losing his temperature right there. Ginger was tempted then and there to just walk away.Raymond King: ”DANNY… DANNY! Jesus woman YOU need to take some ziprasidone or something! You’re a bloody mentalist! Now WHERE is Danny?” Danny Mainer: ”I’m right here…”Ray and Gingerdude turned to the king-sized motel bed where The Psycho Butcher was sat on the edge just watching events unfold. Ray broke his combat stance upon seeing The Butcher while Ginger managed to walk in. Ginger nearly jumped out of his skin upon seeing him while Raymond was still puffing and panting about ready to leap onto Juliana punch her in the mouth. Raymond regained his composure and walked over taking a seat right next to Danny. Ray was going to put his arm over his shoulder but he remembered watching the ACW episode where Kevin nearly got pummelled for it and second-guessed the idea.Raymond King: ”So, the great Danny Mainer eh?”Danny Mainer: ”I’d hardly call myself great.”Raymond King: ”Hardly call yourself great? The kids of the world look up to you my friend. Hell, my son Darryl is so pissed off with the amount of women you get he’s often wanted to punch your face in.”Danny Mainer: ”Your son wants to kick my ass?! How old is the dude?!”Raymond King: ”21, but that’s another story for another time. Would you like a mint Danny?”Raymond pulled out a Murray Mint in a wrapper and offered it to Danny. Danny accepted the uhh, gracious offer and scoffed the sweet in one. He smiled a little while Raymond chuckled. He looked at Gingerdude and started using Danny as a case study.Raymond King: ”The first thing on the road to recovery Jon is to teach them not to bite the hand that feeds.Danny sighed, trying not to annoy Raymond or Ginger.Danny Mainer: ”I wanted the mint because my breath reeks of tuna, not because I’m accepting your “help”. Who are you anyway? I don’t normally accept sweets off of strangers. Not unless they drive a Ford Mustang.”Raymond King: ”Funny story Dan, I drive a Mustang. Yellow and black. I call it the Bumblebrawler because of its power and speed. I love it. It’s a 1971 model, excellent condition.”Danny Mainer: ”You’re kidding, right?”Raymond King: ”Not at all, I love Ford. They make cars for men.”Danny Mainer: ”Ehh. What do you two morons want anyways?”Chairman Gingerdude: “Now Danny, this is Raymond King. Ray here has a PhD in Human Biology and a doctorate in Psychology. I wouldn’t say he was stupid by any stretch of the imagination.” Raymond King: ”Lay off the biology stuff Jay. Dan, I’m here to help you get your life back on track. I know you’ve had a rocky road, all you’ve got to do is take the spoon of willpower and eat your way through it like that fat chunt Thunder Train. Do that and you’ll be King once again.”Danny Mainer: ”You’re patronizing me, I don’t have issues… Whether you drive a sexy car or not is completely irrelevant, at the end of the day I don’t have any problems as is being portrayed by the fact that I’ve yet to set fire to anyone or anything in this room within the conversation. I can’t be The King of Vegas anymore because I’ve lost my apartment, I’ve lost my casino. I’ve lost my restaurant and above all I’ve lost my Queen.”Raymond King: ”Dealing with the loss of a loved one is difficult, no matter who you are but just remember that she’s going to be in a better pl-“Chairman Gingerdude: “Ahem. Uhh, Ray, she’s not dead. She just left.” Raymond started to whistle one single note, starting at a low pitch rising up into a higher note simulating the sound of a falling bomb before making the exploding noise. “Oooh awkward.” Ray brainstorms for about ten seconds, snapping his fingers appealing to Gingerdude.Raymond King: ”Umm, Ginge. Bail me out?”Chairman Gingerdude: “BUT Danny check it out. You may not have your apartment but you’ve got this lovely motel here. I mean sure, it’s not a palace in size but the interior is fantastic. I mean look at the wallpaper and the nice TV.”[/color] Raymond King: ”Yeah Dan, how do you pay for a flat-screen TV like that when Ginge is only paying you 5k a month?”Danny Mainer: ”I’m renting my apartment out to crooks and can’t get it back.”Ginger gawped at Danny’s revelation that he was involved with criminals. He expected better of him.Chairman Gingerdude: “You what now?!” Danny grunted powerfully, he was getting a little fed up of this now.Danny Mainer: ”Yeah you know when you ’accidentally’ forgot my hotel room booking?! I went back to my old apartment and had to go to sleep with my one lullaby song being the sound of some guy called Umberto trying to PRY A HAMSTER OUT OF A HOOKERS ASSHOLE WITH A CROWBAR!!!!”Chairman Gingerdude: “Argh, Danny I’m sorry I cocked up. Listen, could we by any chance forgive and forget or something? I don’t want this to drag on.” Danny Mainer: ”NO GINGERDUDE because over the last few days I’ve been writing up this list! A list of ALL the people that have wronged me in the past and when I boil it right down!!! Excluding the first man crossed off the list, James Murphy and his windshield gunnerdrop almost ALL of the bad things that have happened in my ACW career can be stemmed because of YOU. All of this is YOUR. FUCKING. FAULT."Raymond King: ”And CUT! Fantastic emotion there Danny, look we’re going to hit the hay for tonight here in the motel for free no matter what Sexy Mexican Maid over here thinks alright? We’re crashing on your floor, or at least I am. Jon may shell out for his own room but only if he’s a dick like that.”Chairman Gingerdude: “Yeah I’m taking my own room. I don’t want to further sunder any rebuilding opportunities here.” Raymond King: ”Alright Danny, I’m taking the floor and Ginger is taking the next room. Tomorrow me and you are gonna’ work on rebuilding your psyche. Me and Ginge are gonna’ go check in now because he’s too much of a spineless pussy to do it alone. We’ll cya in a bit.”With that, King and Ginger left the room together heading for the check in for the Scumbucket Motel while Danny started to strip off for bed. Ginger had unwillingly assigned one of his mates as the psychiatrist of one of the biggest headcases he’d ever met. He’d never normally doubt Ray’s abilities as he was a bloody intelligent man, a trait shadowed by his arrogance but this time he may have been out of his depth with Dan. Ginge felt he was a step too far and unwilling to cooperate but well, stranger things have come to pass. For now, they slumber but tomorrow who knows what could happen.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:26:22 GMT -5
Segment: Number 3 Credit: Josh Robertson
With the final Pay-Per-View of 2008 just getting proceedings underway we cut to a shot of the backstage area of the Staples Arena. As the shot fades in we are shown two people making their way through a hallway, they give the distinct impression that neither one is in a good one mood. It's no surprise that this pair turn out to be Josh Robertson and Bill Wright. The last Warfare ended with Jake Cheng one-upping the pair one final time as he brutally assaulted Wright with a baseball, an attack that can still visibly be seen by the mark on the forehead of Wright. As they make their way through the hallways neither man says a word, though it is quite clear that they are here tonight with one thing in mind; to get retribution against Jake Cheng. Robertson can be seen donning a black and white tracksuit over his in-ring attire while Wright chooses to dress for the occasion in a pinstripe suit. The pair continue to head towards their intended destination, however they stop in their tracks as they hear a call behind them...
?: Hey guys, wait up!
Both men turn around to see a fairly large man jogging after them (more like waddling but hey, we'll be kind to the guy). Donning a large blonde afro, black sunglasses and a strange arrangement of clothes it's obvious who this man is. Still, Robertson raises an eyebrow as he looks on in disbelief while Wright who has had the unpleasant fortune of encountering this man before looks like a bad smell has just approached them. The man is of course Kevin "The Internet" Anderson. Having caught up Anderson has to take several moments to get his breathe back after jogging all of what, 50 metres?
Josh Robertson: May I ask, who the hell are you?
After a couple of moments the rare moment of Anderson being unable to speak ends as he responds to the confused looking Robertson.
Kevin Anderson: Me?! Why, I'm "The Internet", Kevin Anderson!--
Josh Robertson[Interrupting]: So, what's so important that you felt compelled to interrupt my pre-match preparation for tonight?
Kevin Anderson: I was wandering whether you would be able to answer a few questions about your match tonight and the like.
Robertson turns away from Anderson to look at Wright, waiting for a sign of approval. As Wright appears to mull the idea over in his head Anderson butts in...
Kevin Anderson: ...a few quick questions of course.
Wright begrudgingly gives his approval as Anderson grins.
Josh Robertson: Fine, but make it quick - we don't have any time for any nonsense or messing around tonight.
Anderson looks on in glee as he adjusts his stance and is able to drop the nicey nice act now he has the interview down. As Anderson opens his mouth again Wright looks on sternly with Robertson not showing many signals that he's all that keen to give an interview.
Kevin Anderson: So, really, what is the deal about wanting to "purify" ACW and the wrestling industry? I mean, it does seem a bit absurd to want to try and take something back to what it has evolved from. Secondly, do you really you think it's possible, let alone realistic to attempt such a thing?
Naturally Robertson doesn't react well to Anderson's immediate provocative approach and responds with an irritated tone in his voice.
Josh Robertson: I'm sorry, but what? Is that actually a serious question? Hmm, I thought the other girl was as incompetent as they came, but it looks like you may yet have a say in that matter. As for your "question"; of course I do. Not only is it possible and realistic, it's more achievable than a lot of things that people set out to do in this industry. As a matter of fact, we have already disposed of two unwanted pieces of trash - with a third on its way later on tonight. People may look at what we are doing and think that it is a lot of effort for not a lot of visible change, but bit by bit and piece by piece we are slowly purifying ACW and salvaging what little standing it has left in the real world of professional wrestling.
Kevin Anderson: Let's say you did hypothetically manage to "purify" ACW and the rest of the industry, what would you do if it died because no one wanted to watch anymore? Let's be honest here, if people wanted to watch your "pure" wrestling in the first place it wouldn't of evolved into sports entertainment, would it?!
Robertson does well to keep a cool head as Anderson's provocative style is hardly the best match-up for the young hot-headed newcomer. Wright continues to watch on, cross-examing the situation incase anything flares up.
Josh Robertson: Kevin, I fail to see why you call yourself "The Internet" because you obviously fail to utilise the research tools on it. Let me put this in a way that even you and everyone else can understand, since for some reason you seem to be failing to grasp the concept of why this industry is in the sorry state that it is. Sports entertainment didn't come about because people became bored of professional wrestling, it came about due to one thing and that is greed. Everyone was blinded by the dollar signs, and by the time they realised what they had done to the industry of professional wrestling you now had the industry known as sports entertainment. So, Kevin, to answer your question; once we purify ACW and the rest of the sports entertainment industry, there is no chance of professional wrestling falling back into the unknown...because there are people waiting to bring back the seemingly forgotten values of wrestling to where they belong.
Kevin Anderson: Well now we have that sorted, let's move onto tonight. I think it would be fair to say you've had your fair share of problems with Jake Cheng over the last few weeks, what with you getting hit over the head with a steel chair and Bill getting clubbed with a baseball bat last Monday...how do you feel going into the match tonight? Are you happy to finally get your hands on Cheng? Or after what happened Monday are you nervous to be stepping into the ring with a man who's already laid you and your mentor out cold?
It's pretty easy to guess that being asked if he's scared of Jake Cheng or not didn't please Robertson. In fact, as he scowls it looks like he wouldn't think twice about expressing this physically, however he manages to somewhat restrain himself and reply angrily with an increasingly irritated tone to his voice.
Josh Robertson: How do I feel about going into tonight's match, Kevin? I feel like finally a huge weight is about to be lifted off of my shoulder and that is the embarrassment that I was subjected to when Cheng illegally won our unscheduled match several weeks ago. You see, ever since that night when I had the most unfortunate experience to meet the biggest piece of trash in this industry - let alone company - I have had to put up with him acting like he is some form of god...like he is actually worth something when comes down to the business of "wrestling". Well, as you've seen, Jake Cheng has proven to be nothing more than a common thug, he has proven to be biggest coward to ever grace the squared circle. Not only has Cheng attacked myself and Bill armed with a weapon, but he has also shown he doesn't have an ounce of respect for either industry by doing it following our match being made.
Robertson momentarily pauses, the anger and intensity of his voice increasing with each word.
If you haven't already got the hint, Kevin, it's Jake Cheng who should be scared of me - not the other way round. Over the past several weeks he's been playing with fire and tonight he's about to realise what happens when you play with fire - you get burnt. Jake Cheng may very well be an ACW Grandslam Champion, but he's never faced someone like me before. He's never faced someone who can destroy another man without the aid of weapons or illegal aids. What Cheng did with his chair or baseball bat is child's play of what I am capable of in the ring, and tonight he's going to learn just that. Tonight, Jake Cheng is about to become the third piece of trash in this company to be purified...and this is still only just the beginning.
As Robertson he stays fixed to spot, staring directly into the eyes of Anderson. The interview looks unnerved and uncomfortable with the situation and is relieved as Robertson finally turns away and begins to head through the hallway as Wright follows. Anderson stays silent, unsure of what to make of what just happened.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:26:58 GMT -5
ALEX RICHMOND IS GHEY Credit: Will Slaughter [/size] Alex Richmond? Moar liek Alex Isuckman!
This guy is fail. Complete, utter fail. He will notice how much he sucks when he opens up his Christmas present from me and has a giant shit turd staring him down.
Now...THIS guy:Is GOD. William Bernard God Jesus Slaughter at your mother fuckin' service. I am godlier than god, jesusier than jesus, more badass then Bruce Lee, Chuck Norris and Bruce Campbell starring in a zombie action movie with cookies. Lots and lots of cookies. Fudge cookies. I love fudge cookies.
Uh...but anyways, I am the FUCKING macdaddy mother fucking pussy grinding fucking fuck awesome fucking god of fucking greatness. Yesterday, I abducte--I mean polled all the ACW acolytes (AKA the fans to you unintelligent people) to see who they though deserved to win moreri43.tinypic.com/2qk5i8j.jpgAll calculations are made in the eleventy million billionsOne person said Richmond. I raped and murdered her body and threw her into a wood chipper. She won't be missed.
But now, onto me and Failman in a cage match. I am 2-0 MOTHER FUCKERS. THAT'S UNDEFEATED. FUCK. I AM ON FUCKING FIRE.
But onto the cage match, again. Richmond, you WILL be SLAUGHTERED. HAH! Get it? Will? Be? Slaughtered? HAHAHAHAHAHA--fuck you.Will does a John Morrison slow motion pose before walking away.FIN[/center]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:28:59 GMT -5
TIME[/size][/color][/font]
Time is not on your side.
Time will not help you.
Time is slowly dwindling.
He has returned.
After months of anticipation, his return is coming.
It was inevitable.
Back for revenge.
He returns.
And, when he returns there will be hell to pay. Can you feel anymore? Are you numb?? Eventually, we all become numb. Very few people live life correctly. And he is returning to fix them. Now, your time is near. So, brace yourself.
The return is inevitable.
TIME IS DEAD.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:29:45 GMT -5
OTA Segment: Badabababaaa, I’m NOT lovin’ it... BRUDAH. Credit: Steele/RDK December 20th, 2008. The day of Winter's Discontent. The day men who have tried to make a name for themselves the entire year round will get their final chance to shine, and rise above. It's also the final time of the year that the ACW superstars can get some good, American food that's fresh and doesn't come in a box like on ACW Island. And what better food to enjoy than some McDonalds!? After all they are one of the most popular fast food chains in the US, and anyone who has eaten there before knows they never disappoint in what they promise… whether it's making you fat, lazy and clogging your arteries, or filling you up with some of their processed meat and frozen egg patties! Everyone loves Mickie Dees... including International Champion; Jake Steele. With much time left before our special event, Steele has decided that he wants a nice, tasty, breakfast sammich. In his brand new, completely unscratched and totally clean 2009 Chevrolet Camaro, he is driving down the highway at 80 miles per hour. Steele has the car in blue with silver stripes going down the hood, and as he blasts “Arab Money” by Busta Rhymes, he rocks his head to the beat and sings the chorus out loud.Steele - Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, Alhumdulillahi Rabil A’lameen We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money
Bismillah ir-Rahman ir-Rahim, Alhumdulillahi Rabil A’lameen We gettin Arab Money We gettin Arab Money [/color][/center] Steele, despite driving at a insanely high speed on the highway, decides to do the Arab Money dance, as he takes his hands off the steering wheel and points to the sky as the beat and chorus goes on. In the process, Steele’s camaro slides in and out of lanes, as various cars beep and shout random obscenities at him. Steele stops pointing and then starts shaking his arms in the air, still not paying attention to anyone or anything that is in his way… like that cat that just went flying into the air. Not realizing, a truck begins speeding up behind Steele and it looks to be within seconds of impact. But in a stroke of luck the first verse comes on and Steele puts his hands back on the steering wheel, switching out of that lane and driving off into another Exit. Suddenly a huge explosion is heard, but Steele continues to drive in style, now grabbing his Gucci shades and sliding them on. He drives for a few more seconds before finally turning into McDonalds and parking his car. He jumps out of the car and stares at the famous “M“ logo.Steele - Finally I done arrived. Shit, a nigga is starvin’ like Marvin.[/color] Steele walks up the sidewalk and quickly opens up the door as people inside turn their heads and some jump up and rush to him for an autograph. Steele doesn’t have time to sign his name though as he is FUCKING HUNGRY. Steele just brushes past the fans and goes straight to the service counter. He slams his hands down on the counter as some ghetto hoodrat walks up to him with her head down, as she fiddles with her nails.McDonalds Hoodrat: Welcome to Mickie D’s, my name is Shaquanna, how may I assist you… sir? Steele - Yeah, baby girl, I wa-[/color] Shaquanna: EXCUSE ME!? I AM NOT YO’ “BABYG-” In the middle of her “YOU AIN’T MY MAN!” speech, she looks up and realizes just who she is talking to. Lucky for Steele, Shaquanna here is a avid follower of ACW and she just happens to think the International Champion is FOINE. She starts getting all giddy and is now more than happy to serve some food.Shaquanna: OH MY GOODNESS! I’M SO SORRRRRYYY. Steele - It’s aight, happens all da time.[/color] Shaquanna: What would you like baby doll? Steele - Haha. Let me get a Sausage, Egg and Cheese McGriddle, and some Hashbrow-[/color] OoOoOoOoOooH YEAAAAAAAAAH BRUDDAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!Steele - What da fuck?[/color] Out of nowhere, and for some odd reason… Macho Man’s infamous line is heard in stereo throughout McDonalds. Steele and everyone inside looks around confused before bursting through the door comes… MACHO MAN RDK! He struts into the restaurant like he owns it and without so much as a second thought he decides to walk up the counter and begins ordering.Macho: Can I get eight big macs, six double cheeseburgers, some chicken Mcnuggets and a supersized helping of OoOoOoOoOOOOH YEAAAAH!For some reason we hear the sound of a crowd and them simultaneously popping. Or maybe it’s just the dozens of people in McDonalds, meh. Either way, everyone starts going nuts over the appearance of Macho Man inside of this common McDonalds restaurant. Well, almost everyone. Steele just stands there with a “oh hell no” look on his face as he confronts RDK.Steele - What da fuck is you doin’?[/color] Macho: ARE YOU BLIND!? THE MACH IS ORDERIN' SOME FOOD!Steele - I can see dat… but how you just gon come up in here orderin’ shit while I’m tryin’ to order shit?[/color] Macho: Because I’m the Macho Mayun! OoOoOOoOoOh YEEAA-Steele - Shut da fuck up. Please. Just, shut da fuck up. You haven’t been back in ACW for no more than a week and I already can’t stand yo ass. First, you randomly get a shot at my hard earned title… den you got da nerve to interrupt me while I’m talkin’ on Warfare. Den you gon come up in here… WHILE A NIGGA IS TRYIN’ TO EAT? OH HELL NAW. I’m not gonna take dis shit too much longer. So I suggest you just mo-[/color] In the middle of Steele’s rant, Shaquanna decides to pop in for a moment.Shaquanna: Uh, sir. That’ll be $5.52 for you and… $132.23 for you. Macho: Is mine the highest, or Steele’s?Shaquanna: Yours. Macho: OoOoOoO YEAAHHH, EVEN MINE COSTS MORE THAN YOURS SQUIRT!!!Both of them reach into their pockets and hand her the respective money they owe. Then Steele goes right back into rant mode.Steele - Like I was sayin’, I suggest you move along… cause if you really think you walkin’ out with gold dis Sunday… den you dead wrong.[/color] Macho: OoOoOoOoO Yeah? Well I suggest that you get ready to take that nice little Camaro of yours, put it into gear, back it out of McDonalds and then make a left… you go straight, straight, straiiigghtt over the Jemima boulevard.... until you hit a fork in the road. You make a right down jabroni drive, and then drive into a little place called The Macho Motel. You stop. Park your car. Step out of it. Then stop and take a look up at the MILLIONS…McDonalds Employees: AND MILLIONS…Macho: ....OF THE MACHO MAN'S BEDROOM ACCOMODATIONS! *Restaurant Pops* Macho: ...AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE DOIN' THAT BRUDAH....take a step into the Macho Motel for the rootenist, tootenist, jabroni beatin', pie eatin' MACHO MAYUUUNNNN chitty chitty bang bang BEATIN' EXPERIENCE, OF YO' LIFE!!Following that, Shaquanna decides to pop in yet again, this time with bags and cupholders.Shaquanna: Here’s yo food sirs. Steele, with a sour look on his face grabs his bag and Macho Man grabs his MILLIONS… I mean four bags of food, and he begins heading towards the door.Macho: Well, sorry to cut this meeting short Steele, but I got a International Championship with my name on it!Macho makes his leave as everyone in McDonalds just looks as Steele got verbally pwned, for a better lack of a word. Steele looks at the people looking at him and says one last thing…Steele - Yo… uh… can I get some fuckin’ jelly with my McGriddle?[/color] [Fade]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:30:39 GMT -5
Match 1: Steel Cage Match Alex Richmond vs. Will Slaughter (Credit: Richmond) Match will be posted upon receipt.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:31:52 GMT -5
“This is a Nice Belt ... For Me to Poop On!” Credit: “Macho Man” RDK, Thunderkiss [It is his first show back as Chairman of the company. With Stephan Russo a fading memory, tonight couldn’t be better for Ginger, or could it? Walking out of the entranceway, he has just the thing to lift his spirts even more, though if he were smart he would tread very softly. The subject at hand weighs in at 353 pounds and has a very, mean streak. To steal a line from Dr. Banner, you wouldn’t like him when he’s angry.] Chairman Gingerdude: According to ACW bylines, the ACW Entertainment Title MUST be defended twice per month. The current champion, Thunderkiss, was given an entire month to defend his title but has refused to do so. Based on his blatant lack of respect for these regulations, I have no choice but to strip him of his title. In an era where the future of this company is as bright as the horizon, it did not take long for me to find a more suitable candidate, two them actually. The winner of the Dave Tyler, Chris Williams battle shall become the new face of the entertainment division! At this time, I request that Thunderkiss relinquish the ACW Entertainment Title to me. [Ginger lowers his microphone and turns his attention toward the stage entrance. Seconds turn into minutes and it quickly becomes apparent that Thunderkiss is not going to play this game.] Chairman Gingerdude: We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mr. Joseph. I demand your presence with MY title immediately. [Apparently, he has had a change of heart as “God of Thunder” blasts over the sound system. The Kiss Army readies themselves and explode on cue the moment their hero emerges from the smoke. Ginger couldn’t have a more opposite reaction as he looks as if he is going to vomit. This uneasy feeling continues to intensify until it reaches critical mass when his mustache bearing former golf buddy stands just feet away from him in the ring.] Thunderkiss: So, let me see if I heard you correctly. You want this belt, right?Chairman Gingerdude: You heard correctly. Thunderkiss: Good. Good. Well, here, you can have it.[Thunderkiss obliges by taking the ET title off his shoulder and pushing it in Ginger’s direction. Ginger’s hand stretches out to seize it, but as his finger tips lay themselves upon it, Thunderkiss snatches it from his grasp.] Thunderkiss: In just a second!Chairman Gingerdude: You son of a bitch. Thunderkiss: Yeah, yeah. Like I haven’t heard that before. Now, Gingersnap, the moment you said we can do things the “hard way” you should have realized that I would take you up on your offer. I know you have been salivating all month to get me back for my not so flattering comments about your daughter and if this your way to do so you should just know one thing - I really could care less. You see Ginger, much like your daughter, this belt is weighing me down like a ball and chain. Reliving me of this title is doing nothing more than extracting a burden from my life. If you were smart then you would make me the permanent Entertainment Champion but “smart” and “Gingerdude” should never all into the same sentence. I mean, shit, you almost lost your company to BK London and his lackey, what does that say about you?[The crowd lets out a massive “ooohing” sound upon hearing TK’s scathing words. Ginger reacts with his trademark red face and crossed arms. He is becoming impatient but an explosion here would not deter the object of his hatred, only incite.] Thunderkiss: Anyway, enough of me yammering. My voice alone drives up the buy rate and I’m not in that much of a giving mood, Ginger. You’ll have your belt back but not before I give it one last polish.[Ginger and the entire viewing audience look on in disbelief as Thunderkiss drops the belt between his legs and begins to disrobe the lower half of his body. His pants slide down his legs and only his boxer shorts prevent this show from earning a triple X rating.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: THUNDERKISS IS GOING TO DROP A DEUCE ON THE ENTERTAINMENT CHAMPIONSHIP! Thunderkiss: Step aside, Wyvern! This may not be a belt burning but this morning’s protein shake wants free! [His thumbs now on his trousers, Thunderkiss is prepared to hang a full moon over the Staples Center, until ... ] OoOoOoOoOoOoOH YEAH! Thunderkiss: ..... Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding me.[TK’s head turns toward the entranceway in unison with the millions and millions of Machomaniacs. There on the ramp way stands Randy Dallas Kanyon, a sight Thunderkiss has certainly seen before. Deja vu. It has been over a year since the Macho Man interfered with TK’s evil and it appears he has returned for seconds. It takes a brave man to stick his neck out against Thunderkiss. It’s a good thing that Macho is as brave as they come.] Maxwell McNally: It’s good to see that honor and pride still have a place in this company. Thank you Macho. [Making haste, Macho arrives to the ring in little time. TK’s antics immediately cease as he watches Macho yank a microphone from the time keeper’s table and raise it to his lips. Ginger sees Thunderkiss distracted and takes full advantage of this opportunity by yanking the Entertainment Title away from under him and escaping underneath the ropes.] Macho Man: Bruddah, you better pull those pants up right now or I’ll plug that hole with my size 15!!!! Thunderkiss: WHY. WON’T. YOU. JUST. RETIRE!?Macho Man: Shut your mouth Kiss! Unlike every other brudah you have ever faced, I don't care about provin' to the world that Thunderkiss isn't all he's cracked up to be! You know why jabroni? CAUSE I BEAT YOUR ASS AT OMEGA EFFECT III! YOU BETTAH BELIEVE DAT BRUDAH!Thunderkiss: Second verse will NOT be the same as the first, Macho Puke! You think you can just waltz into this place and throw your weight around as if it were 2005? Think again! You are looking at a former World Champ, Macho, and I didn’t beat “downwithbush” to win MY belt. No, I had to beat Hunter, BK London and Jake Cheng. Let’s see you do THAT! Macho, your time has been over for years now. It’s time for you to gracefully take your last ride into the sunset. Trust me, I am bigger, badder and meaner than the man you fought before and the LAST thing I really want right now is you riding my fame to make a name for yourself again. You were on your last legs over a year ago, do you honestly think you have what it takes to take down the ULTIMATE MALE NOW?!Macho Man: Last time I checked I didn't have to beat Downwithbush for my title either brudah! Get your facts straight! You thought you could end my career,but there was no way....AND THE MACH MEANSMach/Crowd: NOOOO WAYYYY!Macho Man: THAT YOU COULD STOP THE MACHO MAYUN, FROM STEPPIN' INTO THE RING AT OMEGA EFFECT, WHOOPING YOUR CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG ASS AND SCORIN' THE....Macho/Crowd: ONNNNNE.....TWOOOOO....THREEEEEE!!!!Macho: ..So what do you SAY we SEE RIGHT NOW, WHOS THE MACHOEST OF EM' ALL, ONCE AND FOR ALL!?[Macho slides underneath the bottom rope and TK shows him no mercy. Seeing this as an act of aggression, Thunderkiss begins to drop boot after boot into Macho Man’s back, immediately softening him up for a something more sinister to come. Now unfortunately for Kiss, Macho Man has no intentions of allowing that to happen. Showing the Thunderman that there is much more in his tank that he thinks, Macho explodes upwards and begins to assail his rival with a flurry of punches, the like he has never experienced before. Taken off guard, Thunderkiss stumbles back to the ropes and is send up, over and down thanks to Macho’s well placed lariat.] Thunderkiss: You’re lucky I have a match tonight, Slim. Damn lucky! Macho: Lucky brudah? LUCKY? I'll tell you WHO is lucky! [The crowd listens in anticipation] Macho: You haven't even SEEN lucky, Jemima-boy! THAT IS GUARAN-DAMN-TEEEEEEEEED! OoOoOoH YEAAAH![The crowd pops for Macho’s verbal lashing of Thunderkiss and cheer even more as he excites the crowd with some of his patented posing. With the return of the Macho Man a few weeks ago, this confrontation was inevitable. It did not take long for the “Super Face” to confront the “Ultra Heel” just as it happened long ago. There was an element of truth in TK’s words, that being that things have changed. Thunderkiss is no longer an upstart in the company and has become an established, bonafide star. On the other hand, it has been quite a while since Macho has wrestled inside an ACW ring regularly. Will TK’s prediction hold true or has Randy not missed a beat? It goes without saying that we will find out sooner than later.] [FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:32:56 GMT -5
Credit: Jonny Hughes[/center] Tonight’s action-packed Winter’s Discontent broadcast moves swiftly from it’s previous scene to the backstage interview area where ACW Interviewer Charlotte King is standing by, looking as glamourous as ever, with ‘Agent to the Stars’ Brian Bravado who is dressed in his finest of ivory white suits which is perfectly accented by a sky blue t-shirt, a touch of a retro Miami Vice here tonight for Brian Bravado. Conspicuous by his absence is “Spitfire” Jonny Hughes.Charlotte King: Ladies and Gentlemen it’s Charlotte King here and I am joined at this time by the agent of Jonny Hughes, Brian Bravado1 Brian Bravado: That’s right sweetcheeks and it’s an honour and privilege for you that I’m here talking to you tonight Charlotte: Riight....I was expecting to be speaking to your client rather than yourself at the moment Bravado: Jonny has more important things to be doing right now than waste time speaking to a second rate interviewer such as yourself.Charlotte already looks frustrated with the way this interview is going and decides to speed things up just a little.Charlotte: Okay then, tonight your client is taking part in the International Title Hell in a Cell match. What are his, I mean, your feelings on tonight? Bravado: Tonight’s the night baby! Tonight’s the night that ACW fans will look back on with great fondness in years to come. And do you know why that is folks? You see tonight is the night that my client Jonny Hughes rids this company of the menace that is Jake Steele, and tonight is the night that my client gets his second taste of ACW gold and this company finally gets a credible champion. And that’s all I have to say about that toots.And with that Brian Bravado leaves, bringing the interview to an end and leaving Charlotte King confused and alone once againFade
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:33:38 GMT -5
Segment: Dementia shall overcome Credit: Steele/XS3/Train
The Staples Center. Home of the famous NBA team the Los Angeles Lakers… and that’s about it. Oh yeah, they also host Clippers game, but who cares about them? Los Angeles is also the home of many famous wrestling events such as Wrestlemania 21, and of course tonight it is the host to Alpha Championship Wrestling’s fifth edition of Winter’s Discontent. And already a few of the stars of the event are in the arena, preparing for their huge and epic matches. Like for example; RSX3. In the main part of the arena where the ring is, Jake Steele, The Exemplar and Doomtrain are in the ring having a epic pre-match training session. Well mostly Exemplar and Doomtrain. Steele is sitting on the top turnbuckle with a bucket of popcorn, eating and watching as his partners train. After around ten minutes, both men stop and Exemplar looks over to Steele with a wondrous look on his face.
Exemplar: Jake… Care to join us in preparation for our final battle?
Steele stops in mid-crunch of his popcorn, looking to Exemplar.
Steele - You want me, Jake Steele, who is 6’1, 234 lbs… da man known for his kicks and occasional use of a chair - to step in da ring with you and Train? Two “transformed“ giants. Both of whom who could probably snap me in half like a blunt. Let me think about dat one…[/color]
Doomtrain and Exemplar wait for the answer as Steele sits on the turnbuckle doing the Dan White pose.
Steele - …I think I’mma stay up here for dis one.[/color]
Doomtrain: Oh come on Jake… we do not want to harm you. We just simply want you to participate in a simple training match.
Steele - You high.[/color]
Exemplar: Jake. Come off of the turnbuckle.
Steele - No.[/color]
Exemplar: You heard me. Off.
Steele - NO![/COLOR]
Exemplar: Off. Now. Before I resort to tactics not normally used on people I consider family.
Steele - FUCK YOU![/COLOR]
Steele throws his bag of popcorn at Exemplar. As the kernels fall, Steele just continues to sit and now he begins chuckling. Then suddenly Exemplar removes his mask to bring back XS3.
XS3: Alright, you smug little shit, we're going to do this the hard way.
Steele - Oh damn![/COLOR]
Before Steele can react, XS3 runs over to the top turnbuckle and yanks Steele off of it, letting his back smash against the mat. Steele for a brief second thinks that was all X had in mind… until he feels Doomtrain lifting him up in the air and spinning him around over his head. Doomtrain spins, and spins, and spins Steele around, as all he can do is just scream for help and try to hold his food back.
Steele - TRAIN! I’MMA *burp* KILL *burp* YOUUUUUU!!!
BLLLAAARRRRGGGGGGG[/color][/size]
Right after Steele barfs, Doomtrain body slams him down… right next to the puke. Steele looks over to the puke and pukes some more right into the pile. Then he gets up holding his stomach and his back. Steele wipes some puke from his mouth and then shakes the dizziness out of his head. He breathes a sigh of relief as it seems that everything is over… but it’s not.
SHADOW STEP!
In the blink of a eye, XS3 comes out of nowhere and spears Steele!… right into his pile of puke. Steele is hurt, but way moreso disgusted by laying in a pool of BARF. XS3 gets up and looks over at Doomtrain, who looks nonchalantly into space. XS3 walks back over to his Exemplar mask and puts it on, transforming back into the calm giant. He then walks over to Steele and offers him a hand. Steele sees Exemplars hand and reluctantly takes it, standing up with his back now covered in regurgitation.
Exemplar: No harm done, I presume?
Steele - No harm done? NO HARM DONE!? YOU JUST FUCKIN’ HAD TRAIN SPIN ME AROUND LIKE A FUCKIN’ HOOLAHOOP! DEN YOU, OR X, OR WHOEVER DA FUCK YOU ARE NOW JUST SHADOW STEPPED ME INTO MAH OWN PUKE![/COLOR]
Doomtrain: No need to shout…
Steele whips his head around and looks at Doomtrain like he could kill him.
Steele - No need to shout?…[/color]
Steele runs up to Doomtrain and stops. He breathes in air like he’s Kirby, which causes Doom to raise a eyebrow. Steele then exhales and the entire arena begins to shake.
NO NEED TO SHOUT!?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!![/I][/COLOR][/SIZE]
Steele causes a massive windstorm indoors by his shouting, but Doomtrain and Exemplar don’t budge. Papers fly everywhere and one unfortunate intern is sucked up in the wind, then torn to shreds Mortal Kombat style. This continues for two minutes, then it suddenly stops. Once it stops Steele breathes heavily in and out with his arms slouched to the side. He stops and looks at Doomtrain, then Exemplar… who both are still completely calm… after the storm. Steele sees this and scowls, wondering how the hell are they still so mellow.
Steele - WHY DA FUCK YOU TWO NOT ALL MAD AND SHIT!?[/COLOR]
Exemplar: Because we have moved past that stage. It’s what we’ve been trying to explain this entire time. The training, and the beating you suffered was us trying to show you that our power is far beyond your wildest dreams.
Doomtrain: If we wanted to… we could break someone in half.
Steele calms down for a bit and listens.
Exemplar: But we won’t keep singing the same tune to you Jake. We all have very big matches later tonight, and we all need to prepare... And I think now is the time... To call forth the persona who shall assist you in victory.
Steele - …[/color]
Exemplar casually smirks before walking over to his cape that he wore to the arena, the same one he wore when first confronting Train about transforming. He pulls out an armband from the hood of the cape; the band is black and contains the word "AKUMU", the Japanese word for nightmare.
Exemplar: Place this on your arm. Have faith in me for this one.
Steele - Aight… You betta not rape me.[/color]
Much like with Train a week ago, Exemplar sighs and facepalms as Steele slips the armband onto his right bicep. After a couple seconds, Steele suddenly drops to his knees and almost collapses in the puddle of puke. Exemplar and Doomtrain pause for a brief moment before Steele shoots his head up, looking more worn out than normal. In place of his normal eye color is a crimson hue. With no one left to stop these three, he utters two words in a more sinister tone…
The Nightmare - …I'm back.[/color]
Fade.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:35:52 GMT -5
Segment: Macho don't got time, brudah! (Credit: Freeman/RDK)
Tonight was the night. The camera fades in, showing Jason Freeman, ready to address the crowd. Just a short time away from his International Championship opportunity, Freeman is confident. He knows that he is going to go in there, and do everything in his power to make sure he walks out with the title in hand.
Freeman: Tonight is the night that I've waited for. Tonight is the night, that I, live on pay-per-view, take Jake Steele's International Title. Undoubtedly, the rules of the match are going to make that a harder task than I had envisioned, however it is a task that WILL be completed nonetheless. I spent every day since Monday preparing myself, both physically and mentally, for the contest that shall take place later on tonight. I. am. ready.
And he certainly SEEMS ready. His eyes show his confidence. Whether or not the fans agree with him, there is apparently no doubt in FREEMAN'S mind that tonight he will win.
Freeman: Now, of course, I still insist that this match is completely unfair, but in any case, I---
And suddenly he pauses and looks off screen...the crowd not knowing what has caught his attention. He glares to somebody who appears to be standing right off camera.
Freeman: Well, look who it is...
And the camera zooms out to reveal...RDK! The crowd erupts into cheers at the mere sight of him!
Freeman: Well, how nice to be in the presence of the legend himself. I'm sure you've heard what I've said about you, and I'd like to reiterate it now. You, more than anybody else in the ring tonight, have absolutely no right to participate. I think it's a disgrace that you can just barge your way into this match, but since you have, I hope you realize that tonight in that ring I am NOT going to allow you to take MY moment away from me. This is MY time to win the International Championship, and you better not think that I'm going to let some worthless, washed-up---
And suddenly he is cut off by RDK
Macho: ---THE MACH don't know how many jabronis he’s gonna have to lay the smacketh down on until he gets HIS POINT ACROSS BRUDAH! In case you hadn't realized, I lost the international title due to not renewing my contract, not because I was pinned or submitted! Get your facts straight! So latah on tonight, when your Jemima-ass is flat out in the ring, Macho Mayun is gonna go to the top rope....HIT THE MACHOSAULT!
Crowd: OoOoOoH Yeaah!
Macho: ....ONE TWO THREE, BADDA BOOM BADDA BING, NEW CHAMPION! And that's all the answers I got to give to a squirt like YOU! Now outta my way, candyjack!
RDK shoves Freeman out of his way as he walks down the hallway, clearly annoyed with the amount of "jabronis" he’s had to deal with tonight. Freeman grabs RDK by the shoulder and turns him around
Freeman: That's all you got to say?!
Macho: Oh yeah, I almost forgot....
Freeman waits with anticipation....
Macho: Brush your teeth.
And with that, RDK walks away down the corridors, to get a macho gatorade of sorts, to the sheer delight of the audience,,,, leaving Jason to prepare himself for perhaps the biggest match of his entire career....
Fade Out[/b]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:37:26 GMT -5
Match 2: Fallout Openweight Title Stan H. Johnston vs. Dangerous Nicholas Alger (Credit: Senator)
As ACW experiences the chilling bite of Winter’s Discontent, their recently re-acquired secondary promotion, Fallout prepares to leave its mark on the face of the pay-per-view.
R.J. Fisher: It’s great to be sitting here at Winter’s Discontent alongside my longtime colleague, Dean Bardo!
Dean Bardo: Likewise.
Fisher: You know, Dean, this match is exciting, but I think we’re all excited to see what will happen later on tonight when Jay Zero faces off against BK…
Bardo: Quit the shilling, we’re here to focus on this match, and this match alone.
Fisher: But, but, I really am excited! Anyway, yeah, the match at hand is one that’s been brewing for months, and…
Suddenly, “Ginger’s Theme” plays over the PA system, as the sole ACW Chairman heads out onto the entrance ramp.
Fisher: I wonder what this could be about…I’m getting a bad feeling…
Bardo: Hush, you.
Ginger, the stern look of authority written on not just his expression, but his very manner of being, addresses the crowd as a whole, focusing on the announcers.
Gingerdude: Very well then, I know you people are all eager to see Johnston test his batty lariat against Alger’s loopy submissions, but I have some matters at hand to address, specifically, the staffing situation in ACW.
The audience, especially the Fallout fanatics in attendance, are not pleased, and echo Ginger’s announcement with a smattering of boos.
Ginger: Tracking back to right after Stephan Russo made the unfortunate move to buy Fallout out, and hand it to Peter Bannatyne, I noticed that his appointed chairman was firing people left and right. Now, that’s ok, especially in these tough times, and Fallout needed to remain solvent.
The crowd, if they didn’t like Ginger’s speech before, REALLY don’t like it now.
Ginger: Oh, stop it. You’re forcing me to cut this short. Anyway, Peter Bannatyne fired someone who was a great benefit not just to Fallout, but to ACW as well. We have not had a top level trainer or a head road agent since then, not that Russo would have cared. So then, I made the effort to re-hire this individual, and he stands before you now, ready to join the commentary crew for this match! Thank you and do welcome “Textbook” Tim Dwight back to the ACW family!
“Into the World” by Antonin Dvorak plays, as Dwight steps out from the entranceway, a large grin on the Dayton native, as he waves to the crowd, jogging down to the ring, still in excellent condition for his age.
Bardo: Good to have you back, Tim.
Fisher: Likewise, I’m ecstatic, not only do we get to call an excellent match, but we’re going to do this with Tim Dwight at our sides! Welcome back!
“Textbook” Tim Dwight: Glad to be back, feeling a bit jet lagged, but hey, that’s the price to pay for an ACW contract again. So then, Johnston vs. Alger, I sure have been anticipating this one. And to earn my keep for the night, a bit of analysis: Johnston’s style may seem one dimensional, but he keeps adding new moves and his instincts are the best I’ve ever seen, they have to be, to have held this title for as long as he has. On the other hand, Alger was trained up in MMA, transitioned to wrestling, and was told to completely change his style, he was awful, simply awful at it for his first few years. But since then, the man we call DNA re-integrated his MMA skills into his wrestling style, and he’s gotten better and better since then, an astounding turnaround, beating such people as Daniel Ness and Colossus Rhodes.
Bardo: Well stated, Johnston’s still going to focus on hitting that lariat, while DNA prefers either to knock you out with the head kick, or put you down with the triangle. He’s good with armbars, but that’s not his specialty technique, and despite his size, Alger needs to be wary of trying to use any submissions that Johnston could power out of.
Fisher: Well, that’s good for now, let’s quiet down, and watch the entrances!
Bardo: That’s a first…Fisher telling me to shut up.
Soon, “Eagleheart” by Stradivarius hits the PA system and the crowd hushes in anticipation, exploding in a loud cheer as DNA walks out through the entranceway, flanked on either side by his old MMA trainers, and for once, raising their arms for the audience to acknowledge them.
Bardo: Classy move, there.
Fallout ring announcer, the always scrambleheaded Cruiser Khan is at ringside for the introductions...
Cruiser Khan: Is this on...I think it's on...ok, then. Welcome all my friends to the show that never ends, come insiiiiide, come insiiiiiide...aww, comeon, I always wanted to do that! So yeah, we got your Fallout Openweight Title match here tonight, an' it's between two big bad dudes, an' announcin' first, the challenger, he's Dangerous, yeah, he's Dangerous, and his actual name is Dangerous Nicholas Alger!
Alger and his entourage make their way down to the ring, and the crowd calms down for a moment, right before "Sunrise" plays, the classic(and appropriated) Stan Hansen theme heralding the entrance of the Openweight Champion. Johnston does not appear in the entranceway as expected, but instead, takes the long climb down through the crowd, using his bullrope to clear people aside, the Openweight Title latched firmly around his waist.
Khan: Aww, I gotta speak again, don't I? That kinda sucks...wait, this is on? No wonder I sounded so echo-y and all! So yeah, yer next wrestler needs no introduction...really, he don't need no introduction! But, cause some dudes over here want me to introduce him, he's the pro-bono master of the lariatooo, Stan, H. Johnston! An' he's the Openweight Champion, too!
Dwight: Does me proud to see Johnston here, as much as I'd like to take credit for his time in the Dwight Gym, it's his drive and motivation that's kept him undefeated on Fallout.
Johnston, hurtling over the crowd barrier, stomps up the steps, and raises an arm to the sky as he enters the ring, presenting his belt to the world. DNA merely nods at the display. Suddenly, "Mongolian Wolf Star" plays, as a large contingent of Fallout wrestlers make their way out onto the entrance ramp, all dressed in similar Fallout shirts and red windsuit pants.
Fisher: What's this about?
Bardo: Looks to me that neither Alger nor Johnston want any interruptions...and I might or might not have had a hand in organizing this backup.
Wolf, the Texans, the Royles, Julio Rivera, and OLYMPIA all make their way down to the ringside area, with their proud Fallout attire, and take their seats all around the ring.
Back within the ring, former Fallout head referee, and newly re-instated ACW ref, Jacob Jones, checks both men, before declaring them ready to begin.
***Bell Rings***
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:38:18 GMT -5
The two competitors shake hands, and nod, acknowledging the war that they are ready to undertake, and back off, circling around. Neither competitor is ready just yet to make the first move, tentatively looking for the smallest of openings to strike out. The audience starts to grow restless, and with them, Johnston loses his patience, and throwing caution to the wind, lunges in. Alger, though, quickly parries the grapple attempt aside, stepping back, and throws a low kick of his own to the knee. The Openweight champion shakes off the impact for a moment, and without warning, responds with a gigantic openhanded strike to the face, leveling his opponent.
Fisher: Ouch! That had to sting!
Alger hits the mat, and rolls back to his feet with an instinctive Judo technique, throwing a big head kick, but Johnston ducks the potentially lethal strike, catching his opponent in a side headlock as he spins back around. DNA, though, does not remain in the basic submission for long, and instead, pries an arm off his neck, going back into a quick hammerlock, before transitioning into a standing side headlock of his own. Johnston, this time, backs into the ropes, throwing Alger off, lining up, and with a great effort, leapfrogging DNA on the return, and as the challenger bounces back off the ropes again, Johnston readies a back elbow.
Alger, though, sees this coming, and brings both arms up to block the elbow, spinning around with a backfist, which Johnston again ducks, letting loose with a flurry of hook punches to the ribs, backing his opponent into the corner. As referee Jacob Jones backs Johnston off, Alger pulls himself up onto the middle rope, springing off with a Thesz Press before Johnston can move in again...
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...Johnston kicks out with ease!
Dwight: Now, that was a heck of an opening exchange, and I must say I am surprised with the technical variety displayed, certainly not what you'd expect from these two.
Bardo: Agreed. They're not Colossus Rhodes, or Cernunnos, but Johnston and Alger didn't make their names with mat wrestling.
Both competitors stand back up, Johnston cracking his neck, as Alger shakes out his wrists, once again at a standstill, but again, Johnston is the one to make the move, running up with a big shoulder charge, bowling his opponent over. DNA rolls back to his feet, and takes his turn, running off the ropes, but is unable to dislodge the big-boned Texan off his own stance.
Instead, though, Alger ducks down, shooting in for a double leg takedown, only for the champ to catch him in a front facelock. Johnston lifts Alger back up, using his free arm to shoot a Texan longhorn sign to the audience, before dropping down with a big face first DDT! Johnston covers, hooking a leg for the pin...
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Fisher: That was quite a counter by Johnston, he just drove Alger face first into the mat!
Johnston keeps the advantage, clamping down with a big arm around the neck of his opponent, locking in a sleeper, reminiscent of Duke Cogburn's Badman Sleeper, intending not to take a breather, but rather to force Alger into an unwanted sort of rest, as he applies pressure onto the hold. DNA, as well versed in submissions as he is, cannot find an immediate escape, shifting his weight, but still remaining in the clutches of his foe.
For his part, the champ leans forward, forcing his weight down upon Alger's neck, albeit, a bit too far, as DNA is now able to snapmare Johnston over, right into a rear naked choke of his own! Johnston now leans back, this time, all the better for pinning Alger on his back...
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...DNA rolls the submission back onto his side, avoiding the pinning situation. Jacob Jones, sensing trouble, checks on the Openweight champion, making sure that the rear naked choke is not improperly applied, and then raises an arm once, twice, but before he can even try a third time, Johnston barrel rolls over onto his stomach, pushing up on all fours, and with a superhuman effort, makes it to his feet, running over into a corner, turning just in time to smash DNA right into the turnbuckles!
Fisher: Whatamove by Johnston! He just...that took more power and stamina than I thought anyone had to pull something off like that!
Bardo: Fisher, you're making no sense.
Dwight: Sorry, R.J, but I'm rather inclined to agree, there. Amazing counter by Johnston, nevertheless.
Both competitors collapse out of the corner, each damaged in their own way from the exchange. Alger, holding his back, is the first to get up, immediately going after his opponent's arm, placing Johnston in a hammerlock. The cowboy spins out of the basic submission, but this is exactly what DNA had expected, allowing him to do so, while maintaining a wristlock, and at the right moment, he jumps up, applying a vertical cross armbreaker. Johnston, having properly scouted his opponent, does not allow his arm to be instantly snapped or pulled out of the socket, but instead, incredibly, tries to bicep curl the near-three hundred pound Alger.
Fisher: No way...
Using his other arm for support, and carefully keeping his defenses up, Johnston deadlifts DNA right off the mat, pausing for the briefest of moments before dropping his opponent back down into a low angle folding powerbomb...
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Dwight: Yet another incredible show of power by Stan Johnston, but you also have to give a ton of credit to Alger, he held onto that jujigatame with pure tenacity, and a stubbornness you'll only see in those who truly know what it takes to win a belt like this!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Dec 20, 2008 15:38:54 GMT -5
Johnston, without missing a beat, presses forward, wildly raining down mounted punches onto his foe, not giving DNA any time to recover. This undisciplined flurry is not without its consequences, however, as Alger, using his years of MMA experience, catches one of the punches, and again is able to pull Johnston over into a cross armbreaker, this time, on the ground.
The rugged Openweight champ reaches across, clutching his forearm with his free hand, disallowing the completion of the joint lock. This time, instead of trying to power out with brute force, Johnston merely stalemates his opponent for a good while, all the while, subtly scooting over towards the ropes, and before DNA realizes what happened, lunges out, placing the toe of his boot on the bottom rope. Alger is not pleased to have Jones break up his submission attempt, but, with a newfound control, lets go, only to stand up, and lash out with a vicious stomp onto Johnston's arm.
Bardo: If you've noticed, Alger's targeting the lariat arm of Johnston, trying to take away his deadliest match ending weapon.
Alger, focused directly on damaging Johnston's right arm, now dives to the mat with an elbow to the shoulder, sending his opponent flat on his stomach, and from there, straightens the arm out, before throwing a knee to the elbow. The MMA expert continues with his methodical assault, this time, turning Johnston over, this time, locking in a double underhook hold, forcing the Openweight champion into a seated position.
Dwight: I've seen Masa Chono do that quite a few times...and Dean, you see that DNA isn't just targeting the arm, he's gone after the whole thing, from the wrist, right up to the shoulder now. Impressive attention to detail, if I do say so myself!
DNA slowly stands up, taking Johnston with him, kneeing him in the solar plexus, and then, lifting him up, hits a thunderous Tiger Driver for the pin...
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Fisher: That took a ridiculous amount of strength by Alger and now what?
DNA, who in the past, would likely have clocked the referee with a high kick after having such a move kicked out of, this time, simply presses on, again lifting Johnston up in the double underhooks, throwing a barrage of knees to the face and midsection, before this time, lifting him back up, stalling, and sitting back into a piledriver variation! Alger takes a few moments to catch his breath, before turning over and covering for a pin...
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...Johnston kicks out again! Neither man gets up for a few moments after the underhook piledriver, both rather winded at this point, beaten and bruised, but with the Openweight Title on the line, and the pride of Fallout at stake, neither Alger nor Johnston give in, and each make their painful ways back up to a standing position. Stan Johnston recovers the fastest, ignoring the numbness in his arm and the pain shooting down his spine, and he jumps up with a dropkick, the impact of which sends DNA reeling back against the ropes. The Openweight champ walks forward, whipping his opponent off the ropes and catches him on the return with a standing spinebuster, transitioning into an astounding jackknife cradle...
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Fisher: I can't believe I just saw that! Johnston just flipped over into a pinning situation!
Dwight: Now THAT is something I never saw him do back in his days with the Dwight Gym...
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