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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:45:03 GMT -5
Segment: It's time to win the war Credit: Josh Robertson
The first ACW show of the new year cuts back into the ringside arena from backstage to show the crowd waiting in anticipation for the show to continue. The camera pans around, zooming in on anything of interest. The crowd begin to grow slightly restless as they wait to see Phillip enter the ring and start the introductions for the next (or first) match. Finally, the crowd's appetite for action is satisfied as the entrance curtain can be seen rippling.
The crowd all cheer at the sight of life, however the cheers quickly turn to raucous boos and other forms of abuse as they see who has just stepped through the entrance curtain. It's Josh Robertson, closely followed by Bill Wright. Accompanied by the familiar sound of no theme music Robertson makes his way out onto the top of the entrance and glances around the arena. The crowd are clearly not happy to see the pair, and the feeling seems to be reciprocated by Robertson and Wright. Ignoring the boos Robertson hastily heads down the ramp and rolls under the bottom rope while Wright makes his way up the steps and across the ring apron before stepping into the ring. While Robertson paces about seemingly eyeing up the arena Wright demands a microphone from Phillip who is seated at ringside and walks into the centre of the ring.
Bill Wright: We have come out here tonight for one reason and one reason only, and that's to make something very clear to Jake Cheng...things between us are FAR from over. Everyone saw what happened at Winter's Discontent - everyone saw that Josh Robertson made Jake Cheng tap out with The Purifier. Or so we thought. You see, it appears that all too coincidentally that the referee was unable to see it happen due to being incapacitated in a collision with Jake Cheng. So what happens? Even you people should know this; the referee isn't replaced until Jake Cheng has managed to squirm his way out of it. Now, something doesn't add up here. First Cheng was allowed to "beat" Josh with an illegal manoeuvre in their previous "match" and when Josh had the match won at Winter's Discontent there wasn't a replacement referee in sight.
Wright pauses, he takes a moment to think through his words carefully as Robertson waits for him to continue.
I think even you people can see what I'm getting at here; somewhere along the line there's been foul play, and with the sort of stuff Jake Cheng has already pulled in past weeks it's obvious to me, and to Josh who by. Now, that said, even with the substantial evidence at hand Gingerdude still refused to overrule the result of the match, so that has left us with no other choice. We have come out here tonight to show not only you, not only Jake Cheng but the entirety of ACW just who really won that match at Winter's Discontent.
Wright lowers his microphone and turns to Robertson.
If you will, Josh.
Robertson takes the microphone from Wright as the crowd continue to boo, obviously not pleased at having to sit and listen to the pair again. Robertson begins to speak.
Josh Robertson: Thank you, Bill. Now, Cheng has already wasted enough of our time, so let's get straight to the point. Jake, regardless of what you may think or say, or even what the official match result may be, you did not win our match at Winter's Discontent. The only thing you won at Winter's Discontent Jake was another reason for your purification. However, how about we all take a look at Jake Cheng's supposed "victory" at Winter's Discontent, huh? How about we look at Jake Cheng use his incredible wrestling abilities to defeat his opponent?!
As Robertson finishes he turns to face the alphatron. After a few moments the screen fades into Josh Robertson Vs Jake Cheng at Winter's Discontent. It shows Robertson getting to his feet in the centre of the ring, dragging Cheng with him. Robertson then quickly executes a snap suplex before following it up with a delayed vertical suplex and getting a near fall. The clip slowly fades to black as the camera returns to Robertson.
Now excuse me if I'm wrong, but to me that hardly seems like a dominating performance from Cheng...well quite the opposite really. Not even so much as an attempt at countering either move - not that he'd have the knowledge or skill required to, though. Let's move on to our next example of Jake Cheng' s dominating performance in his victory at Winter's Discontent.
This time the alphatron screen fades into a later part of the match. Cheng is shown turning around and getting levelled with a clothesline before getting picked up receiving a swinging neckbreaker followed up by a shinbreaker. As Cheng looks exhausted and out of it on the ground Robertson goes down to the canvas and grabs a hold of Cheng's legs before locking in The Purifier. Cheng fights for a short amount of time but eventually taps just as the clip stops.
Well, well, well - it looks to me that right there was Jake Cheng submitting, wouldn't you agree? Let's take another look.
The clip on the screen rewinds to the start of the tap and keeps replaying, showing Cheng in agony and submitting to Robertson's submission. The camera returns to Robertson who has a small smirk.
I think that's pretty conclusive, don't you? Jake Cheng clearly tapped out...but why then wasn't I declared the winner? Why was the match allowed to continue?!
Robertson pauses as he is starting to get worked up.
THIS is why.
Robertson takes several deep breathes as the attention once again turns to the alphatron screen. This time it's Jake Cheng who's shown on the offense, looking to connect with a front dropkick. However, Robertson manages to dive out of the way just before it connects and instead executes to the referee. Cheng is shown looking down at the out cold referee before looking over towards Robertson as the clip stops.
As you can all see, Jake Cheng deliberately took out of the referee so I would be unable to win the match. HE knew that if he did it any other way he would be disqualified, and HE knew that I would be able to evade his attack so he would connect with the referee instead. The fact is, Jake Cheng knew EXACTLY what he was doing at Winter's Discontent, and it was yet another piece of foul play that we have come to expect from him. Now, Jake, regardless of what the match result may say we both know deep down that I won that match. We also both know deep down that if you played clean then I would of taken care of you weeks ago now. Now, let me spell this out for you in a way even you can understand; you may have won those "battles" with your foul play, but there is no way that we are going anywhere, anytime soon. Fact is, you may have won those "battles" but we ARE going to WIN the war, and you will be purified from ACW and this industry whether you like it or not. All evidence you need was what I did to you at Winter's Discontent.
As Robertson finishes he takes a short time to stand in the ring and calm down before slowly heading to the ropes and making his exit. The boos from the crowd increase as he heads up the ramp followed by Wright. The camera slowly fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:45:17 GMT -5
Segment: Well If This Ain't A Coincidence..... (Credit: Dan/Steele)
The segment opens up in the backstage arena, and we're greeted with Dan White again, as he stands outside a room which bears the title “ACW Testing Lab”, which may spark some cause of discussion. He sighs as he rests against the wall, but quickly shoves himself forward, into a defensive stance. The camera pans across to see Jake Steele standing there, looking less than impressed.
Dan: The hell are you doing here?
Steele - I'm wonderin' dat same shit about you. But whateva' man, I'm just tryin' to get in and get out. You dig?[/color]
Dan smirks at Steele.
Dan: Ah well, suppose it's fitting to see you here. The first show back, all cleaned up after Winter Discontent. Looking at the new Inter-
Steele - Aye look, I ain't in the mood for you to be rubbin' dat shit in my face. You know damn well dat you wouldn't beat me one on one. I'm better than you. Shit, I'm da best wrestler here! You just got lucky.[/color]
Dan takes a step back, not interested in getting into any kind of fight, but still ready to take an attack if it comes his way.
Dan: Listen dude, just accept that I was the better man. My tactics were better. I kicked all your arses, and-
He's interrupted by the sound of the lab door swinging open, and a slightly elderly man with a white beard and white labcoat walking out, holding a clipboard and two cups.
Doctor: Now then, Mr. White, Mr. Steele. If you would please step this way.
Steele - Oh hell no! I ain't goin' in dat room with R. Kelly Jr, he gon' try and piss on me like he did to Freeman![/COLOR]
Dan: Oh piss off! I was only doing what everyone else was too scared to do.
Steele - Everyone was scared to piss on Freeman!? Shit... where is Freeman? I'll piss on em right now![/color]
Doctor: Listen you two! I need you to take this test urgently. I didn't pick the names, it was just the two random names that the computer decided.
Steele - Aight... but why da fuck is there a camera recording us?[/color]
Doctor: To show an example that ACW tests its wrestlers. With all these scandals flying about you have to ensure that we get the message across that we're not letting our wrestlers get off easily!
Dan grabs the cup.
Dan: Alright then, whatever. Gimme the cup, I'm going first.
Steele - SNATCHIES![/color]
Steele grabs a cup and charges into the room, but Dan catches him and shoves him against the doorframe.
Doctor: For god's sake....SECURITY!!
Without a moment's hesitation, the area is swarmed by seven burly security guards, who pull Steele and White away from each other.
Dan: You can't take it man! Just cos I'm the champ!
Steele - I held dat title for 79 days! I got seniority, which means dat I go first![/color]
Doctor: Listen! Dan, get your test done now. And Steele, you'll wait here until I call you in. You hear me?
Steele rolls his eyes and glares at Dan, who smirks back at his rival, straightening himself out and entering the room.
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:45:49 GMT -5
”What the FU-*explodes*” Credit: Danny Mainer After the events of Auld Lang Syne over the Christmas Break we witnessed Danny Mainer delivering a bullet to the stomach of old friend Dimitri Rubrev before kicking him straight into New York’s famed east river leaving him left for dead as new ally Raymond King watched with enthusiasm. Now of course any normal guy would be laying low in New Jersey and shitting themselves but Danny Mainer? No sir, he’s free up in ACW Island at the arena for the show tonight. Free as a bird though not for long it seems as our opening shot is that of a mixed-sex police unit walk casually up to his locker room door. The female knocks and they stand back, both are armed should the situation get out of hand as they know exactly what they’re dealing with here. Danny opens the door and peers around half-dressed.Danny Mainer: ”What the fuck do y-woah. Sorry officers, I thought you were one of the development talent asking me to train them! Heheheh, hehehe,--eerrrhh.. Can I help you?””I never have been too good at talking to the police. Have I? Oh cock. Those officers don’t look impressed.”Officer Shannon McKlinney: “Mr. Masterson. We’d like to talk to you about this man.” She holds up a snapshot of Dimitri Rubrev to him and his face still remains slightly embarrassed, he shrugs it off though and looks at them.Danny Mainer: ”Dimitri? What about him?”Officer Shannon McKlinney: “When was the last time you saw him?” Danny Mainer: ”Last time I saw him? Does a recorded video message count?”Officer Shannon McKlinney: “No sir.” Danny pauses and cups his chin, he muses and then comes to a conclusion.Danny Mainer: ”Then about six months ago. I can’t pinpoint exactly when, I think it was when I was in hospital after my surgery.”Officer Tyrone Cormack: “Alright. Sir, where were you on New Years Eve?” Danny Mainer: ”At a party in America. In a place called Camden County in the state of Georgia.”Officer Tyrone Cormack: “Do you have anyone that can testify to that? Any alibis that can confirm your presence in Georgia?” Danny Mainer: ”Anyone who was working the shift at the Scumbucket Motel and of course security tapes. I was there all night with my girlfriend. Why all the questions anyways? What’s happened?”Officer Tyrone Cormack: “Daniel, Mr. Rubrev has gone missing. We know he was not supposed to be in this country but his body was found on the coast of Manhattan at six AM on New Year’s Day with a bullet wound in his stomach. We have no evidence to pinpoint you but we believe you may be a suspect.” Danny, as would be expected drops his jaw and gasps at the officers. His acting is so perfect you’d almost believe he actually believed his own story.Danny Mainer: ”Oh my God, is he OK?!”Officer Shannon McKlinney: “He ‘s in Critical Condition right now but with the healthcare he’s receiving from the ACW funds he should be back on his feet in a few months.” Danny Mainer: ”That’s good to hear… How did this happen?! When?! I mean, I know I had my reasons to dislike the guy but… I’d never want ANYONE to go through that!”Officer Shannon McKlinney: “Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn’t. Dimitri has drifted in and out of conscience and we’ve managed to scrape a few words together but he hasn’t made an accusation or charged anyone. I suspect that this was just some random mugging that turned ugly but we can’t be too sure. The reason we’re assuming higher causes is because there’s been increased activity of the Bin-Faisal gang in New York, an Islamic organised crime syndicate and not many people who are street thugs can just walk In and get connections with them.” Danny is a little over the top with his display of shock this time but it goes unnoticed by the police.Danny Mainer: ”Muslim… gangs?!?! Damn… I don’t know anything about them or any particular gangs to be honest. I’m not really bothered just as long as he’s OK, you’ll keep me posted on how he is right?”Officer Tyrone Cormack: “As best we can .” Danny Mainer: ”That’s a relief. Thank you for alerting me, I’ll send him some fruit and chocolate and stuff in a basket. He’d like that. Anything else I can do for you officers?”Officer Tyrone Cormack: “Yeah, you can stop spraying profanity on the ACW walls. Mr. Gingerdude isn’t pressing charges but he’s asking nicely.” Danny laughs at the officer in a rather embarrassed tone.Danny Mainer: OK. I’ll stop sir. Good day to you both officers.Officer Shannon McKlinney: “And to you too.” Danny Mainer: ”Thanks! Later.”Danny shuts the door and locks it as he does. Suddenly he loses the feeling in his legs and he falls to the floor slowly leaving a golden trail of puke on the floor. The heat is now on as Danny seems to be slipping into shark infested waters but the seemingly connected Raymond King is going to make everything happen, right?!FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:46:08 GMT -5
Segment: *Insert Entertainment-related Pun Here* Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams. As we cut to the next segment, the cameras cut back to the arena. The crowd are all in their seats, as a buzz passes between the various people of all ages. Everyone is having a great time, as they await the next match-up between the ACW Gladiators who attempt to entertain them. Sweet! Sugar! Candyman! As the arena is thrown into a swash of red and white lights, spiraling round the building, the crowd jump to their feet, cheering. Dave Tyler comes bouncing out through the entrance curtains, a big smile on his face as he dances (Poorly) to his theme music. He makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands, before leaping up on to the apron and climbing in to the ring. He runs round the ring once, waving to the crowd, before he stops and askes for a microphone from the announcer at ring side. As his music dies down, he takes center stage, his huge smile growing by the moment. Dave: Ok, ladies and gentlemen. I really do mean this when I say it, and I am in NO way trying to get a cheap pop, but it really is fantastic to be here tonight. It’s always a pleause to get a chance to stand out here in this ring and have a chance to entertain each and every one of the loyal and amazing ACW fans. And what’s more, it’s even better when we are told that we are entertaining our peers as well. That’s why, a few weeks ago, I was delighted by the fact that we were given a chance to fight it out over the Entertainment Championship. By we, I of course mean myself....The crowd cheer slightly....
Dave: And Chris Williams.The crowd cheer again, possibly even just a bit louder. Dave smiles and runs his hand through his hair, nodding.
Dave: So, we got the chance to get into the record books here in ACW. And this happened....Dave turns and points up at the big screen at the top of the ramp; the fans follow his gesture and look up as well....As the scene cuts back to the live footage of Dave Tyler, the crowd are torn, some cheering, some booing the ending of the match. A small portion of the crowd start trying for a duel “Williams”, “Tyler” chant, but Dave keeps talking.
Dave: Three pay per views in a row now, I’ve got a shot at winning the Entertainment Championship. And well....they say that history has a habit of repeating itself, and it did at Winter’s Discontent. As a result, the title is now vacant, until a new champion can be determined. Now, I am pleading with the powers that be to give myself and Chris one last opportunity to fix this mess we made. We know the situation is not ideal, but we promise each and every person here that we will think of some way to fix this. Cause hey! We are entertaining to watch. And any chance the Candyman gets to walk away with a championship belt? Well, that’s just Sweet.Dave smiles and looks to be finished, but instead of his music hitting, another one does. “Headstrong” starts blaring over the sound systems, as Chris Williams walks out through the curtains. He too has a big smile on his face, as he struts down to the ring, slapping the odd hand as he does so. He walks up the steps and climbs in through the ropes, picking up a microphone on the way. He signals for his music to be cut, as he looks at Dave. Dave opens his arms, in a mock gesture for a hug. Chris laughs, but there is still obviously some tension between the two men.
Chris: You know, ladies and gentlemen, Dave is a smart guy. He was right when he said we were entertaining. He was right when he said we would fix this. And he was right to say that we appreciate the opportunities we’ve been given. What he was not right about was the fact that he thinks he is going to walk out of this situation as the champion. Sorry to burst your bubble Dave. But I am the next Entertainment Champion. Dave shakes his head and looks to the crowd in disbelief. He laughs, as Chris kinda chuckles as well.Chris: Now, title shots and such aside, we’ve got other things to worry about here tonight Dave. Tonight, we’re partners again, and we’re going up against the Tag Team Champions, the New Road Steelers.The crowd cheer for the mention of XS3 and Thunder Train, their fan base obviously very prominant tonight. Chris and Dave looks round, their smiles growing ever bigger.
Dave: I had noticed Chris.Chris: Good. Well, what I wanted to ask you was whether or not we can trust each other out here tonight. I mean, our last match as a team, we managed to pick up a win over BK London and Jay Zero....Dave: And became the last people to pick up a win over BK London on TV.Chris ....Yyyyeeeaahh. By DQ. Dave: Pfft. Details, details. A win is a win.Chris: Fair enough. My point was that we worked pretty well as a team. And I want you to know that if you say you’ve got my back tonight, then I’ve got yours. When the time comes to crown a new champ, then so be it. We go at it like there’s no tomorrow and may the best man win. But for tonight, we’re partners. We need to work together, or we risk being eaten by XS3 and Train. Dave: Yeah, fine. Agreed. No dirty work. Fine, fine, fine.Chris: Cool. Cause the last thing these fans want is to see me get hurt before I have a chance to beat you, isn’t that right?The crowd all cheer for Chris as he laughs. Tyler looks gobsmacked.
Dave: Woah! You’re not taking his side now, are you? Surely, you guys want to see me kick HIS ass more? The crowd cheer again louder. The two are getting everyone riled up.
Chris: Ok, ok. Dave, you want to play it that way. Let’s see who really is more popular, and who they think is more entertaining, ok? Ladies and gentlemen, if you think Dave is the better ACW superstar, cheer now....The crowd cheer even louder still, as Dave laughs and sticks his tough out at Chris. Chris nods, as Dave puts the microphone up to his mouth.
Dave: And if you really believe Chris is better than me, cheer now...Again, the crowd cheer, the difference between the last two cheers inaudibly; everyone is on their feet, and most people seemed to cheer both. Chris and Dave look really happy. As Dave starts to talk again though, Chris subtly makes a cut throat motion towards the camera. A static tears through the sound systems, as Dave looks puzzled. He hits his microphone, trying to fix it.
Chris: Well, that settles it! I guess the crowd love me more, Tyler. And since you obviously have no objections, HIT MY MUSIC!“Headstrong” by Trapt starts to play, as Chris drops his microphone, shrugs to Dave and drops to the canvas, rolling out of the ring. Dave continues to try and talk in to the microphone, but to no avail. He throws it aside, and though obviously annoyed that Chris got one over on him, he still smiles. He walks to the ropes and looks up at Chris, who backs up the ramp, milking the crowd for everything he’s worth. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:46:38 GMT -5
Days of Wrath (or Welcome Home, Henry)
[As Meltdown returned, the lights dimmed to a deep crimson red and smoke began pouring out of the entrance ramp. As all of the fans in attendance nearly gave themselves whiplash turning their heads in the direction of the entrance way, ten crewmen holding large black flags came through the black curtain and lined the entrance ramp, five on each side. Just as the crewmen unveiled their flags and held them up at an angle over the ramp, the haunting Gregorian chant “Dies Irae” began playing over the PA. Then, for the second time of the night, the God of War exited the black curtain with a smirk on his face as the fans erupted into boos. Casper also exited the black curtain behind Henry, but still unknown to the fans; she was ignored by the majority of the audience as they made their way down the ramp. The camera focused on one of the flags which sported an alpha symbol and an omega symbol fused together in a deep red. As Henry and Casper climb into the ring, the crewmen exit back through the black curtain and Henry asked for a microphone from the ring announcer. As the house lights came back up, Henry brought the microphone to his mouth.]
Henry McKaye: “In the past, stories were told about great men who went on quests to please the Gods. Why? Because pleasing their fellow man was a waste of their time.”
[The crowd, obviously unimpressed with Henry’s philosophical point of interest, let him have it as the boos roared at him like an angry ocean. Behind him, dressed in a modified German military uniform, Casper lounged behind him with a deep look of disinterest in Henry. So much so, in fact, that she had pulled a needle and thread out and began knitting. This, however, didn’t seem to interest the God of War who just continued with what he was saying.]
Henry McKaye: “My point exactly…. I had a moment of self-realization as BK London was unceremoniously tossing me from Omega Championship Wrestling. A moment of truth, if you will, that helped me figure out why I haven’t gotten to the point in ACW that I deserve to be at. Ladies and gentlemen, I am not a soldier…I am not a pawn for someone else to move and place wherever they wish. No, I am not someone’s underling or lap dog… I am a conqueror… a deity… I am the God of War. It is not my destiny to be a footnote in the story of OCW… but to have my legacy etched out of stone, sweat, tears, and blood. My destiny is to become the harbinger of doom, to usher in the Age of Apocalypse into ACW… to take the reigns of control of this promotion as the ACW World Champion!”
[Henry paced the ring with a small, but sinister grin across his bearded mug. For a man who dubbed himself the future harbinger of doom, Henry looked well dressed in a form-fitting black sweater, black slacks, and boots. Casper looked away from her knitting to Henry with no real interest in her face before returning to her work.]
Henry McKaye: “Simply put, I am better than Zero, I am better than Steele, I’m better than everyone else in this company. They shouldn’t be the ones drinking from the chalice of glory here, I should be! Unfortunately, politics are some people’s specialty here and fate has the habit of being a cruel mistress, so if I have to jump through hoops to get things done, so be it. The wretches and lepers in the locker room and in the main office have yet to realize that they started playing a dangerous game the moment they signed me to an ACW contract… a game I can not and will not lose. My game is vengeance, retribution… revenge. My game is to get even with those who have hurt me… who have spoke ill of me… who have taken my name in vain, and that list has grown larger every day.”
[It was abundantly clear that not only did Henry still have unresolved issues with Jay Zero and Jake Steele, but he was essentially declaring war on the entire ACW roster. Henry, as well as Casper, had signed new contracts to ACW and Gingerdude, which makes one wonder why Gingerdude would agree to sign back a man who was a member of a group that did their damnedest to destroy his company. Whatever the reason, Gingerdude may soon find himself regretting that decision. ]
Henry McKaye: “No longer do I take orders from Russo or BK London, now I hunt by myself… I kill by myself… and I will rule this company by myself. I don’t care who I have to hurt and I don’t care how I have to hurt them. I’ve been held back so long that the chains that subdued me have rusted over and I am chomping at the bits for retribution. I will take on any man, woman, demon, angel, or beast that this promotion can throw at me. I will fight them one at a time, two at a time, or even five at a time as long as I can have my opportunity to jam a finger into an eye socket and steal the sight of non-believers! My anger burns more than the heat of a thousand suns. My thirst for conquest is unquenchable. My desire to see the world burn yearns to be fulfilled. I am the spirit of vengeance incarnate. I am the swollen bellies of starvation… the open sores and lesions of malnutrition… the festering corpses of mass genocide. My hatred fills me and burns brilliantly like gasoline. I vow to make this company bleed, I vow to make this company suffer, I VOW to make this company cry tears of blood at the destruction that I bring with me. ACW, I am a human cancer… I am the God of War… and in the eyes of this God, there are no innocent parties. You are all guilty and you will all be punished severely for the crimes you have committed against me!”
[Finally, seemingly satisfied with her work on the white piece of fabric, Casper moved towards Henry and tapped him on the shoulder. Henry tilted his head towards the fabric and then towards a cold-faced Casper. A small smirk escaped his face as he raised an eyebrow towards her. Casper returned said look with a small nod and Henry’s grin grew wider before suddenly snapping back into a grim expression as he turned towards the camera. ]
Henry McKaye: “I am the Alpha and the Omega of ACW… the beginning and the end.”
[With that, Henry dropped the microphone and rolled out of the ring. As he made his way around the ring, Casper hopped off of the apron and joined him on his way up the ramp. Henry’s theme “Dies Irae” played over the PA once more and the duo representing the German stable made no sign of acknowledgement of the other’s presence. The audiences’ displeasure with his return seemed like it didn’t affect the duo either as they continued their march back up the entrance ramp, Henry walking two or three person lengths in front of Casper, who was busy admiring her handiwork on the white fabric. Whatever it was, it certainly made Henry all smiles. ]
[Regardless of what Casper had carefully stitched unto the fabric, Henry McKaye was back in ACW for goals both new and old. He wanted revenge… and he wanted glory… and with his old “friend” at his side, it would take a lot to keep him from accomplishing either. ]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:47:11 GMT -5
“2008 Crackerjack Award Presenation!” Credit: Jake Steele, Thunderkiss [After some brief down time, the crowd is treated to the entrance of the one, the only - THUNDERKISS. Iced Earth’s beats drive him to the ring that has been remade into a makeshift awards show set complete with satin carpet and podium. The AlphaTron proudly displays not his entrance video, but five images of men who Thunderkiss has personally nominated for this very unflattering award. He has had his fair share of experience with each one of them, and after tonight, he will get to know one man a lot better ...] Thunderkiss: Good evening and welcome to the first annual Crackerjack awards, celebrating the dimmest of the dimwits here in Alpha Chumpionship Wrestling. 2008 was filled to the brim with cheap, forgettable moments and wrestlers. Why? Because I didn’t wrestle for the entire year and that’s what happens when I am gone. Every second rate jobber comes out of their hole to try to capture a piece of my massive spotlight. Well as all of you saw toward the end of this year, when the big man comes back, these wannabe’s scatter like cockroaches. Be that as it may, there can only be one king of the cockroaches and tonight we shall crown him in the first ever Crackerjack award! Let’s make haste to this year’s nominees! 2008's BIGGEST CRACKERJACK Thunder Train Thunderkiss: First up is Thunder Train. This massive sack of shit turned his back on me so he could join forces with a “has been” and a “never will be.” In 2012 and the Fashion Express he stood in my shadow because he realized that if it wasn’t for me, he’d still be blocking the door for some seedy nightclub. So what does this genius decide to do next? Go stand in two more shadows and continue his role as nothing more than glorified body guard. While I was disgruntled with his betrayal at first, in the end I got to see his true colors. 2008's BIGGEST CRACKERJACK Danny Mainer Thunderkiss: My old high school friend continues to dazzle me with his stupidity. Any normal man would add two and two together and see that it’s not wise to mess with a man who gave you a FREAKIN’ compound fracture! Yet, this moron decides that he want’s to come back for seconds. You hold that stupid contract up Mainer like it’s some sort of victory for you. Well guess what? That’s not a contract for a match with me. No, it’s your DEATH SENTENCE! You have no idea what psycho is all about, Mainer, but I’ll make sure you get a PhD in it by the time I’m done with you. 2008's BIGGEST CRACKERJACK XS3 Thunderkiss: A perennial favorite to this list, that is if this wasn’t the first time I wasn’t presenting this award. This loser continues to feed off his wet dreams of ultimate success. Amusingly, he fails to realize that’s all they will ever be - dreams. I must say though that you have to respect his ability to not become a “hero.” For years upon years he has watched all those around him achieve success while his only claim to fame has been one measly tag title win. Out of pity and fear that he might cut himself, I might give him this award tonight. Even losers should win sometime.2008's BIGGEST CRACKERJACK Chairman Gingerdude Thunderkiss: Toward the end of this past year, I lost all respect for this once great man. While his vision of a Thunderkiss led ACW was the smartest decision he ever made in his life, he threw it all away to please his repulsive seed. Corrupted by his Daughter, he has shown me that he is nothing but weak of mind and heart. Our Chairman’s bad decisions are costing this company greatly and I dare say the time is neigh that he be replaced with someone who has more brains. Like me! 2008's BIGGEST CRACKERJACK Jake Steele Thunderkiss: Who the fuck does this clown think he is? Seriously? Did Ginger pull this guy off the street? After my hiatus, I discover that this two bit punk has aligned himself with one of my greatest foes and my former body guard. At first, I thought nobody could be that stupid, but it gets better. Next, he walks into one of MY matches. Let me say that again in case you missed it, this punk walked into one of MY matches. NOBODY WALKS INTO ONE OF MY MATCHES! NOBODY! You want to make a name for yourself, kid? You came to the right place but you’re doing it ALL WRONG! I will make your ass famous by beating you in the middle of the ring. That’s what I do. But you shall not receive any benefit if I break every bone in your body and have you sucking your food out of a straw for the rest of your life. When I am done with you, you will NEVER wrestle again. You wanna play, little man? COME ON, LET’S PLAY MY GAME![With an evil vigor, TK whips the winner’s card out of his front vest pocket and places it before his eyes.] Thunderkiss: It goes without saying that my reaction has given away the obvious. Out of this list of five dumbasses, there is only one man that is king of them all and his name is JAKE STEELE! SO JAKE PLASTIC, COME DOWN AND GET YOUR AWARD! MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
MONEY!
CAKE!
... I need da' cake nigga ...
Thunderkiss: Congratulations, you big cracker -
[Jake Steele rips the microphone from TK’s hand and shoves his finger deep into his chest. Deep enough to draw blood.]
Steele - Cracka?... Da only cracka in dis ring is you pimpin'. You know you got some big balls TK. Matta' fact, you got some ol' T-Rex balls. Cause you really tryna pass dis bottom of the cereal box trophy off as some type of achievement. You really think dat your steroid pumpin', and your threats gon' make me just pull a Tupac and move to Cuba. Well newsflash patnah, I'm not goin' nowhere, whether yo pounk ass likes it or not.[/color] Thunderkiss: I can see that someone’s mamma didn’t teach him any manors. Well, screw the bitch, I guess I’m going to have to do her job for her. ~!~WHAM~!~ Maxwell McNally: OH MY! Thunderkiss has just been blasted! “Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh His face has been crushed in, Maxwell! Look at that blood! [Jake Steele beats TK to the punch, literally. His metal plated Crackerjack award impales itself onto TK’s skull causing him to fall to the canvas like a sack full of bricks. A crimson mask dawns itself on TK’s face almost immediately, a scene one would have no problem deeming as rare. TK can accuse Jake Steele of many things but slow will never be one of them. The Worldbreaker never saw it coming.] Steele - POW! Right in da kisser, down goes Thunderbitch! I'm too fast, I'm too smart, and I'm too pretty! I'm da motherfuckin' truth when it comes to dis shit! You want BEEF, Thunderkiss!? You wanna play games!? Well da beef is on and poppin'... ya dig?[/color] [Jake puts a few more boots into TK’s fallen body for good measure and then actually has the intestinal fortitude to place his boot upon him and pose for the crowd. The fans respond with a loud chorus of boos, a show of support that hasn’t been seen for Thunderkiss since his championship run. Believing he has satisfied his photo op, Jake Steele spits on Thunderkiss to add insult to injury. In a trance like state he leaves the ring, watching a larger than life image of Thunderkiss on the Alpha Tron, bleeding like a stuck pig while being attended to by Dr. Gibson and his rag tag crew.] “Fast” Eddie Edison: For the second time in less than two weeks Jake Steele has ruined another Thunderkiss moment. What was intended to be some more fun and games has turned into a “nightmare” for the big man. Maxwell McNally: And Thunderkiss is left to choke on his own blood. [FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:47:36 GMT -5
Interview Credit: Jake Cheng Charlotte King: Backstage, I am here with former ACW World Champion Jake Cheng. Jake, first question. Did you have a good break? The camera fades in to the generic interview scene: interviewer, interviewee and the backstage of the ACW arena. Jake Cheng: Heh. Yeah, it was fine. You? Charlotte King: Yes, I did, thank you. So what’s next for you in ACW, now that Top Draw is a thing of the past? Jake Cheng: I…I have no clue. You tell me. Charlotte King: Haha. Well what about Josh Robertson? He made some claims in the ring today about your match at Winter Discontent. Jake Cheng: Did he? Charlotte King: You didn’t watch? Jake Cheng: I really don’t care what he has to say to or about me. I am done with his punk ass. Winter Discontent was put up or shut up. He didn’t put up so well…shut up. Charlotte King: But he had video evidence of you tapping out. Jake Cheng: Charlotte, you have never been put into a submission hold, have you? But incase you haven’t noticed, it hurts. And the way I was dealing with the pain was slapping the mat. And I guess it’s a good thing the referee wasn’t around because he might have misread it as every one else apparently did. Charlotte King: Right. Well you got the win anyway, that’s all that matters. Jake Cheng: Unfortunately that’s also not true. I mean, if Josh Robertson keeps flapping his gums, then we are all still losing. Charlotte King: Word. Jake Cheng: Excuse me? Charlotte King: I saw that is so true. Jake Cheng: Ok… Charlotte King: Well that’s all the time we have today. Thanks Jake. Back to the ring. Jake Cheng walks away from Charlotte as the scene fades away.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:48:19 GMT -5
"Obligatory Feud Starting Segment" Credit: Danny Mainer & Fallen Souls It’s the Thursday show backstage and FSX is doing nothing but minding his own twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his tag team partner Thunderkiss to arrive. However before that can happen X has another issue to deal with, Butcher McGee or "Danny Mainer" as he's known in some circles storms onto stage and he doesn't look like he's just happy like the couple of Jason Freeman and Bethany from justintv.com. He walks straight into him and prods him in the chest aggressively dictating the tone of the rant he's about to melt X's face with. X doesn’t look too happy about this attack but keeps the peace nonetheless while Danny challenges him.Danny Mainer: “Fallen, you and I have unfinished business you pervert!”FSX: So you've finally come to admit the truth. The horrible things you've done should be punishable by death! Danny stares at X like he would a kid with downs. Eyes wide, jaw dropped and a “What the fuck?” look on his face.Danny Mainer: "...What?"FSX: You stole my lunch. Bitch. Danny Mainer: “Yes and I don’t regret doing that, I’m fat. Deal with it. I’M HERE to talk about the International Title! How come when I won your belt you then got moved up the ranks and got a World Title opportunity and I didn’t even get entered for the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal?!”FSX: Wait, what do I have to do about the Fallen Heroes Battle Royal? I mean, everyone was free to enter. There was a sign-up sheet and everything. As far as that International Title thing is concerned? Well...you cheated. You beat me repeatedly with a chair, then barely pinned me. It was kinda embarrassing that you can even consider that a win, let alone the one highlight of your career. Danny Mainer: “As if Wee-Man! You’re nowhere near as good as I was in that ring!”FSX: Are you kidding? You lost to Taylor! Of all the people to lose too, could it be anyone more pathetic then Taylor? I wiped the floor with that guy! Yet you’re getting all pouty because I made something of myself and moved on, instead of cheating to crawl up the ranks. Seriously, you couldn't even beat Sarin. Danny gasps in OTT-shock while X makes aggressive retaliation.Danny Mainer: “Cheating? I didn’t cheat! That’s SLANDER and I could sue you for said comment! I have half a mind to call Felipe!”FSX: You hit me with a chair. Repeatedly. PWNT 2 Danny.Danny Mainer: “I Tornado DDT’s you into a chair which JUST HAPPENED to be lying on the floor X. Don’t get on my back just because the butcher beat you.”
FSX: Right. I honestly don't care anymore, Mainer. You’re a sad excuse for a man if the fact you won a title is something to complain about, and you should be happy I'm so merciful and don't simply kick your ass. But hey, if it makes you feel at all better no one can talk like you. You’re one of a kind. Thank fucking god your one of a kind. So, if you'll excuse me I'm off to stop Kiss from making an ass of himself, only to fail and make an ass of myself.
Danny Mainer: “That’s some real interesting stuff you have to do. Listen X I’m not going to lie. I think you’re the biggest basket case in ACW. Your microphone skills are as poor as your foster parents back in Uzbekistan and you have the combat skills of a 12 year old girl on cocaine. That said, I’d like to waste my time by proving I’m better then you in a contest of some descript. I want to wipe the floor with your ugly face, piss all over said floor and then wipe it again.”
Confusion strikes X. He looks at him a little taken aback.
FSX: Wait...what? Uh...I'm flattered and all, but I'm really not into watersports...or androgynous guys for that matte--
Danny yells at the top of his lungs in gibberish “Asian”.
Danny Mainer: “NI-HAO KING KONG PAKATOW!!! I’m talking, Jesus, let someone else have some airtime you man-whore. I’m going to make sure you get your fair share of the butcher Fallen because you deserve it more then most. See, when I took your International Title instead of getting the respect I deserved I had to face ‘Tits McGee’ Sarin Rossi in a fight to the death for that International belt and then I had to fend off Jon Taylor which admittedly didn’t work. Then when I got my title back I had to defeat your brethren Jake Cheng which I did many a time successfully but I got screwed over at the final hurdle. Then I got dropped to SILENCIO’S level, I mean come on. You lost to me and get pushed up to main event status and get a world title run, I lose the International Title TWICE after a stellar fifty day reign each time and all of a sudden I’m working amateur hour like I’m fucking Alex Trixer. That’s why I have beef with you Fallen. That’s why I want your head on a pike at Ragnarok“
FSX: Wait, you want to face ME at Ragnarok? You’re still a wrestler then?! Woah...by the sound of things you were retired, and working as Tracy Finn's man servant or something...Anyways, if you really want to suddenly segway into an epic, intense feud with preschool insults and constant sobbing...
Danny Mainer: “You know it porkpie. So whatt’ya say? You want this or not?”
FSX: Suppose that's just as good a way to kill time as anything else I had planned. Alright, let's give it a go.
Danny Mainer: “Your ass is grass, X. I’ll see you in a bloody heap on the floor dude.”
FSX: You really should go and find some clean urine soon, because I don't know what your on...but they've been doing some random drug testing of late. I know a place if you’re interested.
Danny Mainer: “Are you paying for it?”
FSX: Am I going to buy you some urine?
Danny Mainer: “Well, I’m broke. Sorry anyways. Peace.”
FSX: Right, I'll see you later then.
It ended as quick as it begun and the segment faded as fast as someone could say “OH IT’S AWN!” With the two going their separate ways on plans for the night, we now cut to the next segment which might involve a tap dancing monkey and a golfbag. Or it might not. FSX VS Danny Mainer two… “It’s awwwwwwnnnn…”
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:48:38 GMT -5
..::ACW::.. THE NEW ROAD STEELERS VS. DAVE TYLER & CHRIS WILLIAMS ..::MELTDOWN::..
Time limit: 20 Minutes Referee: Keiji Makabe
-* Tale of the Tape *-
Chris Williams & “Candyman” Dave Tyler Ages: 23, Unknown Heights: 6'3", 5'8" Combined Weight: 414 lbs. Hometowns: Detroit, Michigan. Las Vegas, Nevada.
XS3 & Thunder Train Ages: 28, Unknown Heights: 6'6", 6'8" Combined Weight: 628 lbs. Hometowns: Maple Creek, Saskatchewan, Canada. The End of the Tracks. As “Headstrong” by Trapt is booming from the speakers, strobe lights adorning the stage light up like wildfire, flashing along to every beat. The crowd noise is quickly rising, as they see Chris Williams emerge from backstage. As he runs to the ring, slapping hands with fans, the cheering grows louder. He rolls into the ring, and walks into his corner.
“Candyman” by Christina Aguilera hits, as Dave Tyler struts out through the curtains, a big smile on his face. Red and white lights flash over head, illuminating the ring, the ramp and the crowd, as he dances his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of some fans. The crowd dance along, as he runs and jumps up onto the apron. He steps in through the ropes, and continues to dance to the music, laughing and obviously having fun.
The opening guitars of “Two Weeks” kick in along with blue lights. The crowd begins to cheer as XS3 appears from the back, decked out in his ring attire and a baseball cap. He pauses to look on and listen to the audience's reactions before finally deciding to head down the ramp, high-fiving the fans he passes. When he approaches ringside, XS3 takes in a deep breath then exhales, wondering what the ring will hold for him tonight. Finally, XS3 slides into the ring under the bottom rope and mounts on the second rope, raising his left arm in the air. XS3 hops down and hands his cap to the referee and watches as the lights return to normal and the music fades.
A loud whistle sounds off over the loud speakers and blows repeatedly until the metal cover of Gormet Race plays! Out comes the big, the bad, the THUNDER TRAIN! Taking a few steps out of the entranceway, he extends his hands outwards and above him, displaying his massive frame to the crowd. He then drops his pose and takes off to the ring, stopping every so often to pound his chest in approval of himself. Rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, the big Train rises to his feet and folds his arms over his chest. He stays in this posture as he turns to the entranceway and awaits the arrival of tonight’s victim.~!~DING,DING,DING~!~ MATCH START: Tyler and Williams do a bit of bickering before deciding that it will be the Candyman to start us off tonight. Well, truth be told they didn’t decide for the Candyman has virtually shoved himself into the match. This isn’t taken kindly by Williams and Chris slaps Tyler’s back for the immediate tag. Tyler argues to get back in but Makabe will have none of it. Meanwhile, the big Thunder Train steps out for his team and his shadow casts itself over Williams. Not a small man in his own right, Williams has no fear as he rushes Thunder Train and nails him with a big roaring elbow. It connects right on Train’s jaw and immediately Thunder Train is rocked. Wanting to keep the momentum up, Williams takes Train by the arm and Irish whips him into the far corner! FSX closes his eyes as he watches Chris run right toward his partner and take him down with a massive DIVING CROSS BODY! Thunder Train stumbles out of the corner into a side slam, a feat that stuns both the crowd and XS3! From the outside Tyler watches on and has a tough time cheering for his teammate and instead turns his nose up on his job well done. For the next few minutes Williams continues to dazzle the bigger man and keeps him off balance with his faster speed. MATCH MIDPOINT: Williams is finally sent to the apron using the very same tactic he used against Williams. One back slap sends the Candyman in the ring and his efforts allow Train to recover enough to roll to his corner and make the tag. In comes XS3 and the Canadian is all riled up. He sends a flurry of punches in Tyler and Dave staggers back to the ropes. XS3 runs in and manages to lariat him right over them and he lands hard on the floor. Dave now lays prone on the padded concrete and XS3 jumps down to continue the fun. As he does so, he lands right into Dave’s boot that is sent upwards for just an ocassion. Immediately XS3 falls back clutching his jaw and Tyler takes full advantage of this. He picks up XS3 and whips him into the fan barricade. While the fans get a kick out of this, XS3 surely doesn’t share the same feelings. Not one known for outside fighting, Tyler picks up XS3 and pushes him back into the ring. He has the advantage and that’s all that matters to him at this point. Once inside, Dave sets XS3 up for a DOUBLE FACE FOOTWASH! He nails all of it and the fans leap to their feet as the rookie continues to shine. His partner could not feel more the opposite. Wishing to get back into the ring, he tries to swipe Tyler for a surprise tag but the Candyman sees it coming at the last second and manages to pull away. This causes bickering to break out which provides all the time XS3 to recover and pull a school boy on Tyler. He only gets a two and the match continues! MATCH ENDING: We are finally near the end of this contest and Williams/Tyler’s dominance is now slipping. Stunned, XS3 comes charging back in this match with a massive SHADOW STEP after a throw into the ropes by Tyler! Unfortunately for XS3, he is too weak to cover but is laying right in his corner. He tags in the big Train and out of desperation and not teamwork, Tyler tags in Williams. Williams charges the Train out plays him with a FULL SPEED AHEAD! Williams’ body is sent flying in the opposite direction and the Thunder Train leaps on top of him for some flurry punches! Makabe manages to pull Train off and Train is really playing the crowd! He pumps his fist several times and Williams leaps back up onto his feet. His vertical stance is not held long as Thunder Train takes him back down with a lariat! From here, Train lifts Williams back up onto his feet and puts his head in between his legs. This is the set up for the OM NOM BOMB and the crowd knows it! They leap to their feet as Thunder Train hoists Williams up above his head and prepares to send him back down hard! Tyler leaps into the ring to stop it, but the recovered XS3 cuts him off! Both men tumble out of the ring and Train drops Williams like a pile of bricks! With no one left to interfere, Thunder Train leaps on top of Williams and hooks his leg for a classic textbook cover! ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!! MELTDOWN WINNER: THE NEW ROAD STEELERS!
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:49:03 GMT -5
Segment: A bridge to nowhere? Thanks but no thanks (Credit: Dan/XS3)
Almost three weeks have passed since the last PPV event of 2008 for ACW but for what it was worth, it was one for the ages. With the majority of ACW's fanbase still buzzing about BK London's retirement, they are leaning more towards the future rather than dwell on the past year. With Jay Zero as World Champ and Dan White as International Champ, they have a lot to look forward to in terms of sheer in-ring brilliance and excitement. And for one person, that excitement is about to come in an unexpected form.
As we cut into the back, we are treated to the sight of Dan White himself. The cheering is clearly audible in the background as Dan makes his way down the halls. The International title rests comfortably on his left shoulder as he is seen in his ring attire, making his way to face Jason Freeman and defeat his rival once and for all. There isn't much of a smile as there is a confident look in his eyes. As he turns the corner, Dan spots someone looking at him and stops. The camera pans over to see XS3, donned in jeans, a shirt and a skullcap. He leans up against the wall with a nonchalant look on his face as Dan approaches him.
Dan: Now look who we have here. It's the Failed Artist himself. Let's see, you're gonna pull out your guitar and play an emo song about how your little buddy Jake Steele lost the International title?
XS3's eyes go wide for a small second before he stands to a full vertical base. Dan gets in a defensive stance and holds his fists up.
Dan: Listen, pal! I may have to fight that rogue Freeman but I got no problems kicking your arse first.
XS3 nods before approaching Dan. After a small staredown, Dan looks down and sees XS3's hand extended to him. Dan looks up at XS3 and gives him an angry, perplexed look.
XS3: I just wanted to say congratulations on winning the title and you have my respect.
The crowd can be heard in the background cheering as Dan looks to the side.
Dan: This isn't some stupid Road Steelers trap, is it?
XS3: No.
Dan: You're serious about this?
XS3: Yes.
XS3's eyes seem to agree with the words he speaks and Dan realizes that XS3 does indeed mean what he says. With a small shrug, Dan slowly brings his hand up… Then pulls it back and slicks back his hair.
Dan: Ha, nice one. I know what you're like with your little buddies over there. You do your own little stuff but when things aren't going right, you hunt in packs and ambush people who have rightfully won what's theirs. You mean jack shit to me pal! And yes I'm aware I've just lost £250 quid.
Dan then pushes XS3 aside and continues down the halls. He pauses and turns back to a dejected XS3.
Dan: Oh, and one more thing, this is as close as you're getting to the International title. God forbid it winds up back in your little clique.
Dan then continues to walk on, basically giving pure disregard to XS3, despite his good intentions. The camera pans on XS3, who nods and turns on his heels and walks off, muttering something under his breath along the way.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:50:00 GMT -5
A Conference Of Legends Credit: Jake Cheng and RDK What better is there to do In the ACW Arena when you are not wrestling in a match? I mean, they had to take out the open-for-superstars bar because of Latino. And Predator made it so superstars cannot hire ‘escorts.’ That bastard couldn’t keep his hands to himself. So the only thing to do is walk around the arena. Which is just what Jake Cheng and RDK happen to be doing when they run into each other. Jake Cheng: Well if it isn’t the Macho Man Randy Dallas Kanyon. Macho Man: Hey there Chinese Bruddah! How’s it going?Jake Cheng: It’s going alright. I got some stuff on my mind. You have time? Macho Man: Yeah, the Mach has time.Jake Cheng: Great. Seeing that Jake is in need, RDK volunteers to help out. The two ACW originals walk down the hallways of the ACW arena that they have been accustomed to for years. As they walk, they initiate in small talk. Jake Cheng: So, what made you come back? Macho Man: Brudah, I only left because BK London fired my ass out the door. I was infuriated that Gingerdude did not reverse that decision right away so for a long time I stopped contact with all people inside the company. But at OE III when I faced Thunderkiss...and defeated him for the 1-2-3...I knew that I had longed to come back. So I then went into negotiations with the brudah and here I am a year and some after that match, ready to layeth' the smacketh' down on ANY CANDYASS THAT GETS IN THE MACHO MAYUN'S WAY! OoOoH Yeaah!Jake Cheng: You’d miss it when you were gone. Macho Man: Performing infront of my millions........AND MILLIONS [/b][/size][/center] Macho Man: --Of fans across the world was definitely missed brud!Jake Cheng: No. I mean wrestling. Did you miss it? Macho Man: Well of course I missed it Jake! It was my life! My passion! I went back to teaching for the time I had been away....but it just wasn't as electrifying....just not the same.........wait, why do you ask?Jake Cheng: No reason. No reason….riiiiiight. There is awkward silence between the ACW veterans before RDK takes a gamble bring up a sore subject.
Macho Man: Brudah Mach was a little dissapointed to hear ol' BK ended up leavin'....I really would have liked to kick his ass one more time!Jake Cheng: Yeah. His own fault. Knowing him though, he is making the best of it. Macho Man: Vacationing on a beach? Cruising?Jake Cheng: Probably got a shit ton of hookers. Macho Man: Oooh yeah?Jake Cheng: Haha, yeah. Oooh yeah indeed....Ooooh Yeaah indeed.... Jake begins to walk away as RDK stands still, watching him as he leaves. The Macho Man cocks an eyebrow before giving a shout...
Macho Man: Chickity China the Chinese Chicken, OoOoH YEAAAAAAHHH!RDK flexes his biceps before striking a pose, the audience laughing at this gesture. Jake turns his head and makes a smirk before continuing to walk down the corridors, seeing that Macho Man's sense of humor has not skipped a beat since his absence.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:51:26 GMT -5
Segment: Entertainment Challange. Credit: Dave Tyler and Chris Williams
As the camera cuts backstage, Chris Williams stands in the locker room, wiping himself down with a towel and looking a bit red. Still in wrestling gear, some semblences of bruises are starting to show. He looks slightly beat up after his match. He reaches in to his bag and takes out a bottle of water, opens it and downs half the contents in one go. He puts the lid back on and throws it back into his bag. He sits down on the bench, and starts to undo his boots.
As he does, someone walks up beside him. Chris recognises the pants; red and white with “Candyman” emblazed down the legs. He sighs to himself and stands up, as Dave Tyler shuffles back a step. He too looks slightly worse for wear, as he holds the back of his head. There is an akward silence between the two, as they look at each other.
Chris: Dave. I’ll be honest. I didn’t think I’d see you again after the match.
Dave: Yeah, well, I needed to say something. Something in private, away from the ring.
Chris: Well, there's no time like the present. What do you want?
Dave: We do need to sort out this Entertainment title situation. As great as our matches are, we cocked up. They aren’t going to let us leave the belt vacant for long, so we need to sort out a more long term solution.
Chris: I agree. We need to work out some way of making sure we can’t draw. We need to make sure that the next time you and me have a match against each other, one of us not only walks out the winner, but also with the title around our waist.
Dave: Agreed. So do me a favour Chris. Get thinking. I’ll get back to you if I have an idea, ok?
Chris: Yeah, fine. Now if you don’t mind?
Chris motions towards the door, as he looks at Dave. Dave tweaks his head and looks slightly twitchy. He’s got something else to say....
Dave: In the mean time, I have another idea I wanted to run by you.
Chris lets a small sigh, and sits down. He nods as he leans back against the wall behind him, trying to remain calm and collected.
Dave: Me and you need to continue to show why we are the best possible candidates for the Entertainment Championship. We need to maintain the high level of enjoyment which we provide people with week after week.
Chris: I’m presuming this is going somewhere?
Dave: I think we should do a little series. Not of matches Chris. Just of competitions to try and prove which one of us is the more entertaining. I propose an Entertainment Challange Series.
Chris: Ok. Out of curiosity. If I accept this....
Dave: I’ll ask you to trust me, and let me set it up. I’ve got an idea for the first round of it. A new match type. But I’ve still got to run it by the powers that be. And you wouldn’t want me to spoil the surprise now, would you? Get training Chris, cause this series will be intense!
A big, wide, devilish grin spreads accross the face of Dave Tyler. He starts laughing quitely to himself, as he turns and walks out of the room. Chris looks after him, worried. He stands up and shouts out after him...
Chris: Dave? Dave? What new match type? DAVE? What’s the new match type?
In the distance, Dave’s laugh grows louder and louder, as he walks away. Chris puts his hands on his hips, and looks down at the ground, shaking his head. He appears to be sweating more now than he did after his match.
Chris: What the hell is he up to?
As the scene....
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:53:04 GMT -5
Match: Josh Robertson Vs AC Evans Credit: Josh Robertson
In what is one of the more stranger matches of the new year, Josh Robertson and AC Evans stand in the ring ready to compete. As the bell rings both men begin to pace slowly around the ring, trying to feel out their opponent before making a move. Robertson makes a few dummy movements, trying to intimidate Evans, though Evans appears to be unfazed. Finally, Robertson lets his lack of patience get the best of him, and possibly his anger as he rushes in for a double leg takedown only to be leap frogged by Evans. As Robertson turns around to see what has happened he doesn't have a chance in hell as he is completely levelled by a rolling kick from Evans. With Robertson briefly taken out of the equation Evans uses his speed and agility to quickly recover to his feet. Noticing that Robertson is still feeling the effects of the kick to the head Evans decides to head outside the ring and onto the ring apron. Checking one last time, Evans springboards into the air and back towards Robertson as he executes a springboard elbow right to the throat of Robertson. With Robertson taken down by Evans' superior speed and quick thinking Evans quickly follows up by hooking the leg for the cover. Unfortunately for Evans however, Robertson manages to comfortably get his shoulder up at 2.
Robertson tries to battle back to his feet before Evans can react but is met by a series of rapid strikes aimed at his legs to stop him in his tracks. Determined or not, Robertson finally succumbs down onto one knee as Evans doesn't allow him any space. Evans dashes towards the ring ropes and rebounds off of them back first as he lines up his next offense. With Robertson trying to get to his feet Evans prevents him from doing so with authority, as he connects with a sharp kick straight to the back. Robertson recoils as Evans shows just how dangerous he really is in the ring. The crowd seem to be supporting Evans in this match as he gets to his feet and waits for Robertson to stir. As Robertson finally begins to get to his feet Evans is there to lend a hand as he grabs a hold of his opponent's head and pulls him to his feet. Evans backs off towards the nearest turnbuckle as a dazed Robertson feebily tries to escape his grip. Evans tightens his grip as he begins to scale up the turnbuckle backwards. The crowd look on as Robertson looks powerless and is in a set-up for the Tornado DDT. However, to the bemusement of all, Evans releases the grip. Robertson stumbles back slightly and steadies himself on his feet as Evans has other ideas in mind. He raises his arms in the air above his head before leaping into the air and directly towards Robertson. Evans pulls his two knees together mid-air to execute the Open Your Eyes (top rope lung blower) on Robertson. However, as he attempts to grip the back of Robertson's head to finish the move and crush his chin into his knees, Robertson manages to somehow have enough wits about him to pull up and step backwards. This means that Evans instead lands flat on his back with all the momentum of the move. Robertson still barely with it takes a few moments to recover as Wright does everything he can to wake up the youngster, before Robertson finally manages to crawl over to Evans who is motionless and hook his leg. Despite mounting no offense whatsoever Josh Robertson somehow gets the 3 count and walks out the victor.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:54:36 GMT -5
A Return of Epic Proportions…
So epic, I don’t think you even deserve it…
But you are going to get it anyway….
So be greatful…
Ungrateful people…
Are you ready…..because I don’t think you are.
Se7en Days
S.C.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 8, 2009 16:58:54 GMT -5
Segment: Thunder Train’s True Hollywood Stories pt. 2 Credit: Steele/Train I bet you all thought I had forgot about the rest of this story, right?… Wrong motherfuckers! So without further ado… adu… adieu, whatever, without any other shit to prevent this, I now give you… the second part of:
Thunder Train’s True Hollywood Stories. Cut back to Thunder Train in front of the green screen, wearing the same outfit as last time, continuing the story directly from where we last left off, following the Club Indigo incident.[/I] Thunder Train: So after the Club Indigo shit was over, and I’m thinking “Alright, Steele probably learned his lesson.” but NOOOOOO, here we go again.
Steele - Cocaine is a powerful drug. [/color] Thunder Train: One night, he shows up at my house… just completely fucked up.[/center] The scene cuts to Train’s house, where we see Jake Steele walking along the carpet and looking around.Steele - Ya got a nice place nigga.[/color] Thunder Train: Steele was just walking all over my brand new carpet with these dirty, nasty cowboy boots on. Plus he barged in the house, and decided to sit his ass down on my new suede couch. He gets on the couch and says -- Steele - Why don’t I stretch out, ahaha![/color] Steele, who was sitting back on the couch, now stretches back some more and lays down on it, boots and all. A close up of Steele’s boots are shown, as he begins grinding his feet into the suade couch, with chunks of dirt coming off of his boots and onto the couch.Thunder Train: He was just grinding dirt into the fucking couch!
Steele - Yeah I remember grindin’ my feet into Train’s couch. Da muthafucka was probably just gonna eat da shit, he didn‘t need it. Steele - Fuck yo couch nigga. Buy anotha’ one ya fat muthafucka! FUCK YO COUCH NIGGA. FUCK YO COUCH. FUCK. YO. COUCH. FATNESSES. FATNESSES![/COLOR] Thunder Train: Of course because of my weight he would call me Brother Fatness. All the time...See this was way before Bob Sapp, or Big Daddy V. Back then I was the fattest mother fucker in town.
Steele - Train was Brother Fatness. Brother Fatness Supreme is what I called him. [/color][/center] Steele is now jumping up and down on the couch, with his feet pounding into the once new suade fabric, as Train continues to narrate.Thunder Train: He’s like looking right into my eyes as he grinds his mud into MY couch.
Steele - What? Nah, I never did shit just to do it man. I mean how would I look if I just went into a niggas house and just started grindin’ my feet into his couch, like it was somethin‘ funny?…
Yeah, I remember grindin’ my feet on Train’s couch.
lolwut? Rewind.
Steele - What? Nah, I never did shit just to do it man. I mean how would I look if I just went into a niggas house and just started grindin’ my feet into his couch, like it was somethin‘ funny?…
Yeah, I remember grindin’ my feet on Train’s couch.
Thunder Train: But enough was enough. I walked right over to and body slammed his ass back onto the couch, and I started punching on his legs. Just pounding his bones into jell-o. I had one hand holding his body down from moving, and I had the other just punching away. Train is shown doing just what he said, as Steele is held down by Train and getting his legs smashed in at the same time. He starts scrunching his face up while yelling random obscenities at him in pain.Steele - You… hungry, evil, fat, five dollar footlong eatin’ muthafucka! Ol’ fat bastard muthafucka! Fat… Hungry… Da Train is always… hungrymuthafucka, awwww.[/color] Train backs off of Steele, and we see his legs twisted to two different sides. Steele holds onto the couch, as the camera closes up on Train who looks pissed off and drained from the beat down.Steele - You cold as ice.[/color] Thunder Train: But still, Jake Steele… even after taking a beating like that. He still wouldn’t shut the fuck up! Steele - …Fuck yo couch nigga.[/color] Thunder Train: I mean his legs were spread out like wings… chicken wings… mmmmmmmm. THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY! Steele rolls off of the couch, and begins using his upper body strength to drag his body… and his legs across the carpet. Still talking…Steele - I been kicked outta betta’ homes then dis nigga! I’ll be back! YOU FAT MUTHAFUCKA! YOU POT BELLY HAVIN’ MUTHAFUCKA! DEY SHOULD HAVE NEVAH GAVE YOU NIGGAS MONEY! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO APPRECIATE SHIT! YOU COULDDA BOUGHT ANOTHA’ COUCH!
WHATAMMAGONNADOBOUTMAHLEGSTHUNDAHTRAIN![/COLOR] Thunder Train: You know, one side of me that night really felt bad for Steele. I really wished that he would get some help… then another side of me thought “shit, we just helped his ass out right there. I bet he won’t be coming back again.”
Wrong. Wrong. We’re talking about Jake Steele here…
Steele - Cocaine is a powerful drug. Hahaha..haha. [/color][/CENTER] The scene ends with Jake Steele being shown in front of his aura from the last part of the story, with him saying “I’m Jake Steele, bitch” in the background. We then fade out…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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