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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:55:07 GMT -5
Monday Night Warfare 19th January 2009
Schedule of Matches: ---------------------------------
Jason Freeman vs. Mr. Red
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Dave Tyler vs. Henry McKaye
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ACW World Tag Team Title Match The New Road Steelers vs. Double Penetration
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Battle of the Jakes Jake Cheng vs. Jake Steele
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ACW World Heavyweight Title Match Jay Zero vs. The Macho Man RDK
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:55:43 GMT -5
(Pre) Opening Segment: Punishment. (Credit: Zero)
Just before the true opening of the show, we find the Alphatron opening up to a backstage office, giving the fans a little treat before the arena's roof is nearly blown off with a massive light show. Once again we find Jay Zero standing in the office of the Junior Executive Craig Lewis, but this time, the authority figure looks more angered than before. Sitting down behind his desk, he glares at the World Champion in which the crowd begins to boo.
Craig Lewis: Listen... I gave you your warning the other day Zero. I told you no more harassing of the Senatorial Stable, and I certainly believe I made it clear to you that I am in charge, did I not?
Craig pauses, awaiting an answer from the Champion, but he doesn't give him the satisfaction of one.
Craig Lewis: Mr. Zero, I've had it up to here with you. Since the day that Mr. Gingerdude left and placed me in charge, I've watched as you've soiled your own name and my good World Titles! You walked into this new year as a fan favorite! These people cheered for you, and they truly did adore you, but now you're nothing but a scoundrel! Did you really think that turning your back on The Senator would make you gain anything? Did you feel that turning your back and joining a new group would elevate you to some status that you've not been to? Mr. Zero - your actions lately have been despicable, and you should blame no man but yourself!
Zero now responds to the Junior Executive.
Zero: Me?
Craig Lewis: Yes, you!
Zero: Now Craig, why should I blame myself? Hm? Wasn't it really these people that made me turn on Senator?
Craig Lewis: No Zero, it was not.
Zero: Oh but Craig, I think it was. They never "Adored" me as you say they did - in reality, they loathed me and for very good reasons. Craig, I said it before and I'll say it again - you may have that "important" job of being the Junior Executive, but around here, you don't call the shots! Nobody hear respects you because you're just the random guy to come out from left field and attempt to take over! Stephan Russo would have made a better choice, cause hell, at least the man knows how to raise the hairs on your skin! You on the other hand - you don't know shit, and that's your problem Craig. You don't call the shots around here, I do. Enough bullshitting and giving me these talks about how I'm soiling "your" World Title when the most you are to this company is a wasted amount of space!
Craig Lewis: Oh, is that so? Hm?
Zero: Yeah, it is!
Craig Lewis: Well you know something Mr. Zero? Last time I checked, I DO run this show, and tonight I'm going to emphasize that power!
Zero: Yeah?
Craig Lewis: Yes! So Mr. Zero, consider this as a punishment! I warned you not to stir up any more trouble on my shows and after that brawl you started after my Main Event last Thursday, -- uhh.... umm -- tonight I'm not only punishing you, but your new friends too!
The crowd watching all wonders where this is going. As a matter of fact, so does Zero.
Craig Lewis: That title match that I told Double Penetration they could have? Well... they got it! TONIGHT!
Zero furrows his brows and the crowd cheers loudly!
Craig Lewis: The New Road Steelers put their World Tag Team Titles on the line against Double Penetration!
Zero quickly begins to try and defend his group.
Zero: Yeah? Well fine then! They beat 'em before and they'll do it again!
Craig Lewis: Well then we'll just have to wait and see about that!
Zero: Whatever.
Craig Lewis: Alright, as for Jake Steele, ACW.com already announced that tonight, he'll square off against The Asian Extraordinaire - Jake Cheng!
Zero rolls his eyes, having complete faith in Jake Steele.
Craig Lewis: And last but not least, we have your punishment! Mr. Zero, I brought you in here tonight because enough is enough! We want to keep ruining my shows, and you want to keep ruining MY title? Then fine! Last Thursday I said I have the power to make you or break you, and after that little fiasco with your boys and the good Senatorial Stable, I've made my mind up to choose to break you!
The crowd cheers for the way that the Junior Executive has decided to act towards the World Champion.
Craig Lewis: Whether you like it or not, I DO call the shots around here and tonight, you'll be putting that World Heavyweight Title on the line!
Zero: What?! Against who!?
Craig hesitates, himself not knowing who it will be.
Craig Lewis: Uh... uhm.. -- !
Suddenly, his eyes burst open with life they glow brightly as it's suddenly come to him.
Craig Lewis: Tonight you defend the World Heavyweight Title against a Two-Time ACW World Champion of his own! He's the new International Champion!
Zero's eyes begin to squint down to tiny slits as he hears the last words and the crowd already begins to erupt.
Craig Lewis: The Macho Man! RDK!
Now actually hearing it, the crowd literally explodes with cheers, jumping to their feet at the PPV-Quality Main Event that's been made for later on tonight. Jay Zero glares disapprovingly at the Junior Executive, but there's no more he can say or do - he has the final say whether Jay likes it or not. Tonight... he defends. Tonight, RSXZ is punished.
The scene fades out.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:56:58 GMT -5
“Change With the Times or Become the Past” Credit: The Senator, Thunderkiss [Almost a year go, scenes like the one were an everyday occurrence. Nowadays, it is rare that any interactions happen here if at all. The famed Senatorial Stable has undergone many changes over the last year. It gladly accepted one of its greatest rivals of all time, saw him go insane and depart from the group only to be replaced by one of his former allies. It was on the front line of a hostile take over attempt and a couple of months later now inches its way closer to obscurity. Through all the turmoil one thing is for sure, the final nail in the coffin has not been hammered and as it is said, “the night is always darkest before the dawn.” Thunderkiss: Ahh, the famous Senatorial Stable locker room. Well, perhaps we should call this place the “quiet room.” It would be more fitting considering the circumstances.Senator: If you have come to gloat, you have come to the wrong place. There is nothing you can say that would cause me dismay. Trust me, I have had my fill over the course of the past couple of weeks...or months, if you count the political scene. Thunderkiss: Gloat? Naw. I haven’t come to gloat. I just came to ask you where you’re head has gone. I’ve had enough of you being a damn pinata! You were once one of the toughest son of a bitches not only in this federation but in any ring across the world! This past Summer I had to watch on as BK London and his misfits walked all over you. And when I mean walked over, I MEAN walked ALL over. Now you listen and listen well you dumb bastard, it’s time for you to quit clowning around and make them remember what you are made of! Senator: Oh? Before you start judging me, perhaps I should remind you of your recent failure against the World Champion. Perhaps all that abuse of “performance-enhancing” substances has clouded your memory. Thunderkiss: Funny, Senator, though you do have a point. I did lose against that damn midget. But there is a difference between my failure and yours. When the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to ensure that I give him a headache the size of the grand canyon. You on the other hand have never had the guts, the tenacity, to do what needs to be done!Senator: You have the audacity to question my fortitude? I have stepped into that ring with a busted knee, a bad back, a weak neck, against competitors twice my size, and half my age, and you call me a coward? And anyone who has crossed me in the ring knows that I am full well capable of leaving a headache for them, and more, from the Stranglehold Buster off the concrete to the floor on Dan White, the Nuclear Option on Latino, the bloody welts from darned near every pay per view opponent who has recieved more than a few of my knife edge chops...I fight as hard as anyone ever has in ACW! I do so with honor and dignity, but I do not hold back, and I do not allow anyone to leave the ring without knowing they sacrificed their blood sweat and tears, win lose or draw. Thunderkiss: Just who are you trying to kid, old man? You think you are taking the “high road?” Think again. All you are doing is living by a set of rules that nobody in this federation follows. Its every man for himself and if you need proof of that Senator, just look around. This room is empty. Things have changed. You either change with them or become a relic of a past that no longer exists.[Stinging words. Whether or not the Senator sees them as true is beside the point. He is being verbally assaulted within the confines of what is supposed to be his safe place. With a tone in his voice that would rival the Wizard Gandolf, Phillips suddenly springs forward, pressing a forearm against TK's throat, backing the larger man against the wall.] Senator: Do NOT push me. I beat you before, in a steel cage, and I have no problem taking you on, anywhere, including this very room. But that, I think we both know, is not what I would prefer to do. [The Senator lets Thunderkiss go, ceasing with the physical violence, but the glare in his eyes is unmistakable, a sign of a hairtrigger waiting to be tripped.] Senator: No, that would simply play into the lap of Mr. Zero and his unruly associates. Do not be mistaken, though. I may not be "with the times" like Jay Zero, I may not be the "current thing" in ACW, my Senatorial Stable may be depleted, but I still know how to get it done in the ring where it counts, and I will not be crossed. Senator Steve Phillips is nobody's stepping stone. And if Zero wishes to persist with his current demeanor, he might just find that out. Now, get out of my office, before I have security come and escort you out. Thunderkiss: You want me gone? No problem. It's a good thing you found your balls again. Maybe now you will join me in ridding ACW of a midget, a fat ass, a guy who can’t learn phonics and the eternal loser. In the meantime, if you refuse to get your hands dirty MY way, then stand back. I'll be doing the dirty work for you and maybe one day you'll come to your senses. ~!~SLAM~!~ [Though he is now gone, TK’s words reverberate within the room for much time to come and the Senator hears every one of them over and over again. On the other side of this chamber the same thing is happening to Thunderkiss. The darkened tone in Phillips voice and the ire seething from his every word tells him one thing - Mission accomplished.] Thunderkiss: Sometimes, you just have to push a few buttons to make someone go "boom." Have fun, Jay. You crackerjack champ.[FADE]
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:57:17 GMT -5
Segment: The Dirt… Credit: Road Steelers (Steele and Train) In a world where they are winners and losers… two men have risen above them all, in ability, looks, and pure talent… to give you…
THE COOKIE SHEET! [/u][/size] Starring: Jake Steele and Thunder Train[/center] The scene cuts to see the Original Road Steelers members, Thunder Train and Jake Steele sitting side by side in two separate directors chairs. Train has his half of the Tag Team Titles over his shoulder and Steele has… nothing, but a smile on his face and of course his signature designer clothes, with his sunglasses indoors.. They are in a green screen area, and behind them is a CGI’d photo of railroad tracks. With everything been seen, they begin to introduce themselves to the ACW public.Steele - Ayo, I’m Jake Steele. And before Biggie Smalls died, he came to me to do a guest spot on Life After Death…[/color] Thunder Train: And I’m the Fried Chicken Magnet, THUNDER TRAIN! Now, we’ve decided that since we’re such big stars we couldn’t contain ourselves to just the ACW arena anymore. Oh no, we went straight to Jake Cheng’s hotel room, and told him “HEY, WE WANT A SHOW ON ACW.COM! AND WE WANT IT NOW!”Steele - Yeah, then he called da cops on us… cause we were bla-[/color] Thunder Train: Blocking him! Blocking him from… preparing for his match with you… right?!?!?!?!Steele - No, I was gonna say cause we were black.[/color] Train face palms.Steele - But yeah, speakin’ of matches, dis week dat slimey muthafucka Craig Lewis has decided to put every member of RSXZ in a match. Matches dat are suppose to put every last one of us to da test in some type of way. I mean you got Thunda Train and X defendin’ their World Tag Team Titles against Thunderkiss and FSX. Zero is defendin’ his World Heavyweight Title against RDK. And I’m defendin’ jackshit against Jake Cheng. I mean did anyone else realize dat? Dat I’m da only muthafucka in RSXZ without a title? Or did everyone just decide to imagine me with a big ass piece of gold over my cold, lonely shoulder. Did they damnit!?[/color] Thunder Train: I’m pretty sure they noticed… but hey, you don’t need a championship to beat Jake Cheng, right?Steele - And I’m sure you and X don’t need titles to beat dis guy:[/color] Steele - We don’t let guys who kiss other guys into da Palace of Money.[/color] --- Thunder Train: Recently ACW has seen the return of many past superstars, from RDK!Steele - To Jonny Spade.[/color] Thunder Train: To Henry McKaye.Steele - Even AK waddled her way into da arena for BK’s retirement.[/color] Thunder Train: But one return that sticks out the most in my mind is that of Leon Chase. The Chef, if you will. OH GOD NO!! But it doesn't matter. I will crush him no matter what at Ragnarok. Then Steele, I might even come after you, or maybe XS3, or maybe Jay Zero himself! MUAHAHAHHAHAH!! Huh what? Oh sorry about that.--- Steele - Wow. Dat shit was more awkward den da time BK London was advertised for a NAACP pep rally.[/color] Thunder Train: BK seems so out of place...Steele - Okay so dis week, not only am I facin’ Cheng for da fourth time, but it’s been advertised on ACW.com dat I’m supposed to be in a “Pose Down” with Thunderbitch and Macho Man RDK. First I want to know who da fuck booked dat, it was probably Craig Lewis. Everyone knows he hides in da boys dressin’ room at Macy‘s. Ol‘ pervert ass nigga. Now I gotta take my shirt off, and flex for some hoes Hugh Hefner probably already caught herpes from? Fuck dat shit. You bitches don‘t deserve to see my physique. You don‘t deserve to - Train hold my jacket.[/color] Steele gets up from his chair and rips his jacket off, handing it to Train before he shows off his nicely built biceps and forearms. Then he lifts up the wife beater he was wearing to expose his stomach, and all of his well defined abs. Some pre-recorded female cheering is heard in the background as Steele almost busts a blood vessel posing. He then sits back down and wipes off a bead of sweat from his forehead, getting the jacket back from Train and throwing it over his shoulder. A random stagehand runs in and gives him a drink of water, before running back off screen. Train face palms again.Steele - Thunderkiss and RDK ain’t got shit on me.
...especially not RDK.[/color] Thunder Train: Anyway…Steele, do you know what ELSE happens tonight?Steele - Da second coming of Martin Lutha?[/color] Thunder Train: No...Steele - Senator Steve Phillips finally retires?[/color] Thunder Train: No…tonight we got a big match on the card!! JASON FREEMAN VS. MR. RED!A pre-recorded sound clip of JR saying “BAH GAWD” plays.Thunder Train: Freeman hasn’t been seen in the ring since he was ran over a truck by Dan White in their I Quit match a week ago. And tonight after being challenged time and time again, Freeman has quite the challenge in Mr. Red. I mean, Red is a genius out in that ring. Remember the time he beat BK London?Train slouches back in his chair and looks over to Train, with a “WTF” look on his face. He then responds to him.Steele - My hair has more talent then Mr. Red, what da fuck are you talkin’ about?[/color] Crickets.Thunder Train: I’m talking about Mr. Red’s talent! I believe he is the future of ACW. He just might be the next World Champion. play along jackass…Steele - What? Oh, oh, oh yeah! Mr. Red is dat dude, I don’t think he can be stopped right now. Dude is just too good man.[/color] Thunder Train: I predict tonight that Freeman loses to Mr. Red, and that he --Suddenly, the phone rings… and then a phone pops up in between Steele and Train‘s chairs… and then a desk pops up underneath the phone.Thunder Train: OH MY! I wonder who that could be?Train picks up the phone and it’s none other than Jason Freeman himself! Oh my I wonder what he has to say…Freeman:[/color] WHAT DO YOU MEAN RED IS BETTER, I HAVE WORKED MY ASS OFF....I AM BETTER THAN RED...YOU CANT BE SERIOUS GUYS! EVEN BK SAID I WAS BETTER NOW! LOOK AT MY MATCHES! I WAS GREAT IN THE HELL IN A CELL! COME ON GUYS, ROOT FOR ME! ROOT FOR ME! EVERYONE ROOTS FOR ME JASON FREEMAN, ESPECIALLY HUNTER! After that, and before "Freeman" can finish his rant, Train slams the phone down on the hook and both him and Steele’s eyes widen in shock.Thunder Train: WHO CARES ABOUT JASON FREEMAN?!?!?!?!?Steele: Oh that's right, nobody! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Thunder Train: You know what Steele. I don't even think it matters what else is going to happen tonight. The most entertaining part of the show has just happened.Steele: That's right. And remember everyone, in life there are winners! Steele points to himself and Train, who is raising his arm up.Steele:...and there are losers! A montage of all the pictures we have seen pops up.Train: We are the ACW Tag Team Champions of the year.Both: BE ENVIOUS!Dolla by Fort Minor plays and the two men raise their arms in the air in victory as we fade out... but not without one last message.This edition of The Cookie Sheet was brought to you Josh Robertson... when you need someone to talk to, there gets no more generic...Fade...
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:58:16 GMT -5
Segment: Mending broken bridges Credit: Josh Robertson Following on quickly from the previous segment we cut into a shot of the inside of a locker room. In the centre of the room Josh Robertson can be seen standing there alone. Wearing casual attire including a pair of blue jeans and smart black shirt he looks anxious and uncomfortable. Robertson checks down at his wrist watch before turning around and glancing at the locker room door. He lets out a sigh before taking a seat on a fold-up chair facing the door. Robertson rests his head on his hands as he looks down at the floor.
Following how things transpired on Meltdown it isn't a surprise to see Robertson in a sedate mood. He clearly has things on his mind, one of them presumably being whether Wright will join him tonight after how he reacted on Meltdown. Robertson continues to wait in hope, willing the door to slowly open in front of him. Well, it seems Robertson has conquered the power of telekinesis as moments later the handle on the door slowly begins to turn. As Robertson looks up to see Wright entering the room there is an awkward silence. Wright takes a couple of steps before halting; neither man sees sure how to react. Robertson and Wright: I- Both immediately stop as they try to jump in at the same time. Bill Wright: You go first. Josh Robertson: I have to admit I thought that I was going to be alone in the ACW arena for the first time tonight. Robertson attempts to smile but it looks strained. There is obviously tension between the two after what happened. Bill Wright: I never had any attention of that happening, even if the traffic tried it's best to say otherwise. Traffic on the ACW island? Not likely. There is another awkward of silence as neither man seems to want to press the conversation. Josh Robertson: Have you thought anymore about what I said on Thursday? I know I might of been a bit hot headed about it, but what I said still stands.Bill Wright: As I expect it too. I know I messed up bad Thursday but you have to believe me when I say it; I didn't do it because of not trusting you or wanting to treat you with no respect, I did it simply because I'm an old fool who's set in his ways. Josh Robertson: I don't think you should quite say that, after all everybody makes mistakes. What we need to do is concentrate on working as a team; you need to let me help you instead of you being landed with all the responsibilities. After all in a team everything should be 50/50, shouldn't it? Bill Wright: I believe so. Josh Robertson: Well, we're a team aren't we? We both came here to purify this company as a team, it is only right we both make decisions and take the responsibility that comes with them. There is a tone of hopefulness in the voice of Robertson as he waits for Wright to respond.
Bill Wright: Yea, I'm sorry Josh. Lately I've let my previous tenure here and dealings with Cheng influence how I have acted. Looking at it now I can see it was motivated by my desires and not the team's like it should of been. Can you forgive me?Josh Robertson: Of course. Now, what we need start doing is focusing on the present instead of the past, because I'll be damned if I let Cheng leave ACW without setting things right. Bill Wright: Thanks, son. That goes without saying; we need - to as a team - come up with a plan to back him into a corner where he has no other choice but to face you at Ragnarok. Now, I need to go take care of some irregularities in some paperwork quickly, do you mind if I do that now? I don't want you to get the impression that I've just ignored everything just said. Josh Robertson: No, that's fine. I need to go sort something out myself now I come to think of it. Bill Wright: Good, it looks we're on the same page again then. Both manage a proper smile this time as they seem to be back on normalish terms. They head out of the locker but go separate ways, with Wright heading left towards the office and Robertson turning right towards the main central open area. It looks like the pair has been able to mend their broken bridges, but it remains to be seen how long the supports will be able to last for.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 16:59:46 GMT -5
The Scoop on McKaye, pt 1 (Credit: Henry McKaye) As the cameras opened up to a shot backstage, Kevin Anderson turned around with a huge smug grin on his face. Of course, the sunglasses were on, the hair was finely coiffed, and the suit? An Armani knock-off he scored on eBay for fifty bucks. Simply put, this was the best Kevin had looked, and probably will look,in some time. Kevin Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Kevin Anderson and tonight, I've got the scoop on a man who calls himself the "God of War". For the better part of a year, Henry McKaye has been a force to be reckoned with in ACW but no one really knew who the man behind the facial tattoo REALLY is. So, this weekend, I managed to get Henry to drop by the studio and film a two-part sit down interview with just the camera, me, and a few candid photos from throughout his career. Columbia University, start polishing those Pulitzer Prizes for me. Kevin stepped to his left, revealing a large, flat screen HD monitor and held his hands out to present it to the camera. The camera started zooming into the monitor, before cutting to footage of the pre-recorded interview. The studio was solid black and empty, decorated with large, flat-screen monitor hung up on a wall, and two chairs facing each other with a small coffee table separating them. The camera suddenly zoomed in on the first chair, which occupied a smartly dressed Kevin Anderson, sans shades. Anderson, who still prided himself on a Hagar suit this time, looked at the camera with a smile before looking across the table. In the chair opposite him, sporting a look of no real care, Henry McKaye sat in a casual garb of a black button-up with black slacks. Kevin Anderson: First of all, Henry. Thank you for joining me here today. You’ve had an on-again, off-again role within the company since joining, but you’ve never had a problem making a name for yourself. I’m sure that isn’t so much of a compliment as much as it is stating a fact considering that you have been in this business for over ten years. So far in ACW, you created the extremely short-lived team of the Debasers with AC Evans, became a prominent member of Omega Championship Wrestling, as well as put on a match of the year candidate with Jay Zero and Jake Steele. Despite all of these accomplishments, I’m afraid no one here in the company much less our viewing audience really knows who the REAL Henry McKaye is. So, Henry, would you please fill us in on your early days in the business from the very beginning? Behind Kevin the two of them on the monitor, a picture flashed up on a younger McKaye. Henry noticed the picture out of the corner of his eye and smirked at how serious he had tried to look back then. Henry McKaye: I trained in Portland, Oregon under the watching eyes of a former close friend of mine that went by the name of “Beautiful” Bobby Henson. At the time, we wrestled a very dirty, Memphis-influenced brawling style. It wasn’t the prettiest in the world, but we were both young and hungry for opportunities. So, by our logic, it was the easiest style to pick up on and the quicker we finished the sooner we could go out and wrestle. Since we were such close friends, he came up with the idea of calling ourselves the Washington Hardbodies. So, I grew out my hair, started calling myself “Handsome” Henry McKaye and the opportunities rolled in pretty quickly. From that point on, we received pretty regular booking in the west coast until we split up after career differences. He wanted to stay in California and I wanted to branch further out into the mid-west and east coast. From there, I received additional training from a man named Eddie Sharkey who trained the likes of Jerry Lynn, Bob Backlund, and the Steiner Brothers. I think that was the point of my career when I started developing into a better all-around wrestler, but I didn't really hit my stride until my first trip to Japan with the Toryumon promotion. Of course there was a few years in between, but I think you have more entertaining questions to get to. Kevin smugly nodded his head and went on with the interview. Kevin Anderson: Right, well, after your stay in Japan, you came back to the States and dropped the guise of "Handsome" Henry McKaye in favor of the personas of the masked "Blonde Bomber" and "X-Ceptional" Hank McKaye. What were the real differences between the two? Henry McKaye: Night and day, Kevin. "Handsome" Henry McKaye was never anything I was comfortable with but, after the success of the Washington Hardbodies, I didn't want to lose that marquee value. While in Japan, I learned the importance of risk-taking and doing things for yourself over others so I figured I'd finally cut that part of my career off and move forward. The Blonde Bomber and "X-Ceptional" Hank was basically my way of getting two matches in one night. Japan made me hungry, Kevin, I wanted to get in the ring and gain all of the experience that would have otherwise take me twice as long to get. Sure, I pushed myself harder than everyone else, but I was also training myself to last twice as long as everyone else. If I can last two matches a night, what hope could my opponents have when they were used to only wrestling one? Sometimes you have to sacrifice some of your self to gain and all of my exhaustion and fatigue paid off when I won and held the NWA Jr. Heavyweight title for a historic year and half reign. Kevin Anderson: Speaking of sacrificing, many of your peers felt that you were sacrificing your family life while you were lighting up the wrestling world. In fact it was during your three year tour of Germany that your wife of five years and significant other of eight divorced you. In fact, rumor has it that you didn't even come back to the states for the court case, but sent a long a message claiming she could have everything. So, Henry, do you have anything else to say about what some might call the "ultimate" sacrifice? Kevin rubbed his hands together and sneered. This was the gravy train question! He was going to be the first guy to find out why the McKayes split and retain his position as the best backstage interviewer in the company. Henry, however, glared at Anderson and bluntly answered. Henry McKaye: No. I am here to discuss my career, not my personal life. Disappointed, Kevin went on with the interview. Kevin Anderson: Very well, Henry, next question. Your days in Germany saw you become the enemy, then partner of the "Death God" Johann Kroenen as you two formed the "Eyes of Apocalypse" stable. You also transformed yourself into the "God of War" and held on to the WXW Light Heavyweight title for a year. Arguably, your career in WXW is regarded as your peak in the industry... but a total 180 from what you had been doing previously. What brought on that change, Henry? The young, blonde picture of Henry on the monitor was now replaced by a picture of an older Henry backstage at a WXW event. Henry, sporting his old Eyes of Apocalypse tights, had just won the WXW Light Heavyweight title and was posing for pictures with it. Henry looked up at the photo and fondly smiled at past victories. Henry McKaye: Sometimes you need to change in order to survive. This is a responsibility I never asked for, but I got it anyway. Did I complain? Did I cry and whine and point accusatory fingers at others? No. Fate is fickle and all you can do is accept the hand that you’re dealt and roll on with the punches. I was one match… one match from retiring, Kevin. Forces beyond my control prevented that from happening. At that point, it was a gift in disguise and really opened my eyes to how the business really works. Do you know, that in my career, I have never won a World Heavyweight title? In fact, I wasn't even given a shot at one. I had the talent, the ability, the name recognition, and don't even try to feed me that bullshit line about "weight limits". The truth is that the head honchos always line up the boys they think can make them the most money. The Eyes of Apocalypse was about destroying the world that these "promoters" are used to and building it back up in our own image. I assisted Kroenen in destroying everyone that stood between us and the titles we wanted, and the only way someone could challenge for them is if they proved they could take them from us. Simply put, it was natural selection. If you wanted to take a belt from us, you first had to show us that you could stay alive. It was very Nietzchean. As Henry's answer went on, his tone became more aggressive and louder. Kevin Anderson: Well, Henry, if things were so perfect there, why did you leave WXW to be a part of ACW? Henry McKaye: Like all great empires, the Eyes of Apocalypse became sluggish. We had been on top of the promotion for almost two years at that point and it was getting boring. Kroenen was growing arrogant and no one wanted to face us because no one could beat us. Hell, I was phoning it in for six months and I was still the light heavyweight champion. Even at my worst, I was better than everyone who dared to challenge me. I like to compare myself to Alexander the Great... a man who conquered most of the known world... and WXW was merely Judea. I wanted more... and Stephan Russo managed to give me a pretty convincing argument to leave. After Henry answered his question, Anderson turned to the camera and smiled. Kevin Anderson: Alright, fans, this has been part one of my exclusive interview with Henry McKaye. In part two, we will discuss Henry's tenure with OCW as well as his future plans and this will air shortly. One more question, Henry, what is up with that tattoo on your face? Henry treated the question the same way he had treated the one about his divorce: a glare and a cold, aggressive tone. Henry McKaye: That is none of your or anyone else's concern. You mention it again and I'll fucking destroy you. Sensing defeat once more, Kevin turned back to the camera. Kevin Anderson: Once again... this has been Kevin Anderson... see you in part two.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:00:34 GMT -5
Segment: Fountain of Youth (Credit: FSX)
There is only one constant for everything in this universe, and only one thing that is fated to occur in a lifetime. Some may believe that it is an understanding of ones own purpose, or perhaps a clarification of what one finds important to themselves. Neither option is necessarily correct, however. The single consistency of mankind and those beyond it is time. Something likely overlooked on a greater stage, only being referenced as a way to classify the weather, or a countdown to doomsday, but it's pull is greatly beyond these simple things. You see, time brings with it change...but not always the change that we expect. Perhaps tragic, often pleasant, and even morbid occasionally, everyone has been effected on at least one occasion by the essence of change through time. One serious consequence of this that happens to effect everyone is a growing maturity. Though it isn't always obvious, through time people will grow more and more into themselves, and realize themselves foolish for some of the things that they have done. Overcoming their childish instincts, and truly becoming respectable in their outlook.
Also there are those that will change more subtly, as they truly don't believe themselves to have an deficiency in comparison to another due to opinion, and are perfectly happy with who they are...but perhaps not how they are acting. You see, in the case of an individual by the name of Fallen Souls he changed quite rapidly, yet in a different means of way. Just look, as the camera follows him walking through the backstage area. As a familiarity to the past he feels no need to state just where he is headed, or bother to shield himself from the forced recording of this action, but rather continue his routine and everyday life. Continue to be himself. What has changed here, however, is his outlook on the grander scheme of things. Though many may not consider it such, performing at a high quality for nearly fifteen years takes it's toll on anyone. Fallen is a bit slower then he used to be, undoubtedly more experience...but perhaps not feeling the life he did once, long ago. The adrenaline of performing for a crowd of screaming fans, or the thrill of entertaining them with his own unique style of doing business. Perhaps in a sense, time has made him bored with his own routine. With his own humanity.
FSX: Alright, I suppose I should get started then.
Broken is any train of thought, as his voice is heard throughout the silence. One may notice he has come to a stop, the cameraman barely taking note to this as his focus seemed to lack on the scene of the aged veteran, perhaps if only due to a common belief that time should no longer be spent on those considered 'over the hill' as they say. After all, everyone that he had started with in the business had long since retired, and nearly everyone that had been around in ACW alone when he joined are already gone. His persistancy is impressive, but anything but appreciated if he doesn't have the energy to be what people expect, or the will to change. Perhaps he's grown stubborn, as the camera focuses on him as he pauses a moment.
FSX: I can't help but feel that this is alot like that movie from a few years back that pissed everyone off...you know, the one about the penguins. Morgan Freeman was talking about them for about two hours. You can only stand so much of penguins, after all.
He would smirk for just a moment, a familiar observation of the events around him would allow the light inside him to glimmer for another passing moment, only to darken again as the brief brightness upon his face would soon shift into an expression of distress. Frowning softly, he looked away for a moment as his thoughts seemed to be racing. Could he always just be looking back to the past, and trying to relive the days he could create a world of interest in one that lacked any substance? Even now he is standing in a baron hallway, what can he possibly expect to do? Does he even have anything left to talk about after so many years of activity? One must believe all material has gone dry long ago.
FSX: Well...you know, it would be weird if Morgan Freeman was ominously following me around from place to place, stating every single little thing I did and why I did it. Almost like a documentary about myself, yet at the same time...how could it be? I mean, Morgan Freeman doesn't know me...right?
Pondering the question he asked himself for a moment, thinking nothing of the subtle way his words had strung together with no one necessarily to hear him, the scene was a bit more grim then many may expect. With a lack of light or fire in his eyes, the words that flowed from the sarcastic Asian mans mouth would lack the sting they usually carried, the entire scene playing as one of an aged, out of touch comedian trying desperately to reconnect with his audience. Inevitably he would surrender trying as they continued to heckle him, and inevitably commit suicide. If Fallen Souls life was made into a motion picture, that would undoubtedly be the outcome as things stand.
FSX: Anyway, I assume you must have a pretty good reason for following me around today, right? I mean, you seem to usually ignore me when Kiss isn't around...so...did I do something incredibly exciting or something?
Cameraman: Not really, we just figured doing this would let Danny Mainer look a bit better when you guys inevitably fight.
FSX: Ah...well, I guess that makes sense.
The slightest look of sadness would cross his eyes as he heard this, not having the power to control and contain his emotions as he once did in such a situation. The younger, verile Fallen Souls would of likely exploded at such a comment, going into an anger filled rant as many raved and cowered at his expression and state, only to laugh as he committed assault before their eyes on the innocent bystander. That was something they likely would of raved about would it have occurred, but for the time being such a thing appeared unlikely to happen.
FSX: Well, is there anything that I should do then? I mean, you can't just film me standing around and expect anything to get done, right? I should at least..uh...verbally attack him and hype myself up in the process, right? That's how the generic kids today are continuing their feuds, right?
Cameraman: Sure, you may as well. Might kill some time.
FSX: Alright, no worry. I can definitely do this.
Forcing a sly expression onto his face, Fallen would suddenly lean himself back to the wall in order to create a mood of brooding, gazing up to the camera after a moment with a slight smirk upon his face. The credentials of Fallen as an actor were rather questionable, as one may believe that he was always much more natural as a performer. In this current state, however, there really was little choice otherwise. Beginning to sweat softly as it seemed evident Fallen lacked any clear idea on how to present his thoughts to the man before him, he appeared flustered and hesitant to say anything that wasn't the peak of entertainment. Woe soon filled his eyes, as he soon was gripping his fists, looking away from the camera for a moment. He knew he needed to create magic, he just wasn't sure he could anymore...Until.
FSX: Forget that shit, I can't just be a bitchy kid. I've been in this business forever, and if I start conforming to it now then EVERYTHING I did in the past would of been for nothing. No, that might happen to everyone else that sticks around in the business, but it's not going to happen to me. I'm always going to be me, alright? You got that, punk?
Cameraman: Whatever you say, Mr. Eastwood.
FSX: Oh, a hilarious kid. Aren't you just precious? Well listen to me, if you could for just a second. I have been known to beat the sense into camera junkies for as long as I've been around, as the good guy or as the bad guy. What makes you special? Absolutely nothing. I'm not the same guy I used to be, and I don't have the will to be the same guy I used to be, but I'll still kick your ass if your a wised mouth little bitch.
Suddenly filled with a fire that appeared to surprise the man that was filming the scene into a stunned silence, no one could possibly believe what depths this was pulled from. A man that appeared exhausted and out of ideas just a moment ago suddenly was full of the same life he was at the very peak of his career, and was suddenly bobbing around in his place as he couldn't seem to sit still. What had possibly brought him to this reserve of spirit that wasn't yet tapped? That fiery determination and youth just moments ago thought gone forever suddenly flowing from him, in expression and the point he was trying to make.
FSX: So you want me to talk about that angry little boy named Danny Mainer? Well, I don't care how psychotic he happens to get with meat, I'm not about to be intimidated by him. He came up to me and bitched and moaned about how his achievement was out shined by my consistent success, and started sobbing until I gave him the time of day. It was pathetic, who does he think he is to call me out? I'm a legend, if you believe it or not it's the fucking truth, I'm not trying to be a dick, or to be conceded, but I've done everything I possibly could for this business and those in it. So after all that I'm supposed to let someone that made Jon Taylor look intelligent walk all over me with his childish insults then run away with his tail between his legs? Fuck no!
Beginning to pace back and forth now as he raved a bit, he wouldn't allow any notable breaks in his train of thought, not about to derail the adrenaline and life that was suddenly flowing in his body. His eyes almost looked ready to explode from his head as he stared to the camera on occasion, grinning now as he stopped again and leaned back tot he all, pointing to himself with a hand as he raised his hair from his face.
FSX: The boy dared to disrespect me, and then never even considered remembering what he did. Taking responsibility for his actions. No, he just forgot about the situation and started doing a bunch of stupid shit for no conceivable reason. This is a man who claims himself worthy of being the World Champion before me? That's one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard...So what did I do? I just appeared in front of him, and only appeared. All I did was show my face and he flipped out, running after me with the speed and ferocious nature of a little girl who just can't get her way. Boo fucking hoo? So well he was busy being pathetic, I earned my way back into the Tag Title picture with a man who actually deserves the praise and accolades he's achieved. What has Mainer done of value since then, though? Seriously! Tell me ONE FUCKING THING!
Pausing there as he would stare to the cameraman, clearly determined to actually receive an answer for the question he posed to him, it was quickly apparent that there was in fact no logical one to such a quizzical remark. What had Mainer done of value since calling Fallen out on his achievements, and how much he deserved them? Absolutely nothing of memory. He may of entertained the masses for a brief second, but it was nothing more then that and soon forgotten. It was as if he wanted to be a Poor Man's Fallen Souls, only with the personality and talent ripped from him.
FSX: So what can I do about all of this? It's simple, I'm going to call on everything I have and teach Mainer a lesson he should of learned a long fucking time ago. I'm going to make this boy into a real man, and I don't honestly care what happens to him in the process. He needs to grow up, and no one seems to realize it. So what I'm doing is a favor for everyone. Gee, look. I'm throwing myself out there for the people again! Well, after I'm done winning the Tag Team titles against all odds I'll go ahead and get to that. Gee, I'm such a nice fucking guy!
Turning his head in an angle that not many could possibly believe to be one the human head was ever intended to turn in, he would just scoff at all of this and begin to walk off in a huff. There was little explanation of just how all this youth flowed back into him at such a sudden, accelerated pace, but is it such a bad thing? This company needs more people to actually fight for something, and know exactly what their fighting for, and as he rushes off to prepare for his match, Fallen Souls will once again have to be the trend setter.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:01:45 GMT -5
”Return to Sender” Credit: Danny Mainer So I’m sat in my locker room chilling out before I have out my beef with X, Raymond’s here and we’re getting on fine as we sit at my little dinner table playing Connect 4 and laughing our asses off about nasty shit we’ve seen. Funny, lewd, crude, that kinda’ stuff. I’m doing pretty damn awesome at Connect 4 and with my young, new, fresh brain I’m convinced I’m about to play the smackdown on his ass. Of course, Raymond is like most British people in this industry and is a sore fucking loser. As I slammed down that last chip that signalled my glorious four in a row he did a knife-edge chop under my arm sweeping my glass of Kirov and Coke as well as the game straight off the table in a fit of anger. I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.Danny Mainer: ”You’re cleaning that up, y’know that right?”Huffing and panting in sheer rage as he stood up, Ray sought quickly to calm himself down by taking long breaths having ignored my question entirely but hey. He’s an ass.Raymond King: ”What’re you gonna’ do about it?”Danny Mainer: ”When Thundermania runs wild on me? Say “Shit, that tickles! Stop it!” and laugh in his ugly face!”We shared a chuckle as he took a sip from his Breezer bottle, the one he deliberately missed as he chopped away the Connect 4 board and my drink. He opened wide letting the alcopops caress his mouth with its sweet taste and sighed with relief as he finally regained his composure and took his seat again.Raymond King: ”Yup, so Mainer. What you think we should do about the economic crisis?”Danny Mainer: ”A serious population reduction and a cutback on our capitalist culture. Stop giving out loans for useless shit we don’t actually need and maybe we’ll see a brighter tomorrow.”Raymond King: ”Are you thinking what I’m thinking on the reductions?”Danny Mainer: ”Nuke the Chinese? Have ourselves a re-do of Hiroshima?”High five moment as we connected with expert accuracy. The saying “Great minds think alike” came to mind and I laughed inwardly about it. I was bored shitless and about ready to dig out Monopoly as Warfare truly is that long a show but before I could I was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door. I grunted “I’ll get it” under my breath and heaved myself out of my directors chair from my old Hollywood days waltzing over to the door. I opened it and was greeted by the sight of a total stranger dressed in a smart business suit. He seemed important but I wanted to punch him like I would a bee. God do I ever hate bees, they’re so buzzy and whatnot. Regardless, I look at the man and I think “Who the fuck are you?” as he babbles some bullshit to me about who he is. That said, I should probably listen.Craig Lewis: “-ewis and I’m the interim chairman during Mr. Gingerdude’s temporary leave of absence in the Bahamas. Mr. Gingerdude said that he liked you and the work you’d been doing for the roster and that he was proud of the work Ray had done but Charlotte King, our interviewer has filed a complaint and claims that you two have stolen some important documents from her. They’re supposed to be contained in a briefcase of some descript?” Danny Mainer: ”Documents? SHIT-Oh right yeah, I know what you mean.”I turned inside and barked at Ray to go get the blueprints. He scuttled off like a lab-rat into the kitchen area before performing a Michael Jordan-esque shot as he lobbed the briefcase over the counter which I caught in my hands. I held them up in front of the geezer and winked at him.Danny Mainer: ”These babies?”
Craig Lewis: “Yes, they say Charlotte King on the handle so I’m assuming that’s affirmative. She also said that you stole some items of clothing from her. Could you also hand them to me?”
I stared at him like he’d just asked me what an Oreo was and he could pick up on my surprise. I looked at Ray who had found Monopoly and was making the dog and the iron have a fight on Pall Mall. Clearly he hadn’t heard the question but after realizing we were watching him he dropped the dog and iron and sauntered over to us. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked at Craig. He held up a tape cassette and pressed the play button.
Tape Cassette: ”FSX stole your panties, incest isn’t my vibe dear.”
I just remained unfazed while Craig stared at us. Ray shrugged it off and Craig seemed a little weirded out by this whole business. Ray put the cassette player into the blazer pocket of Craig and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.
Craig Lewis: “Riiiiight. I’ll have to get going now. As is the norm, any issues or problems I’d like to request that you bring to my attention. I’ll be in The Chairman’s office.”
We weren’t gonna’ let him leave without introducing ourselves. As he turned to walk I put my hand on his shoulder and turned him back to face us. He looked a little panic-stricken at first but saw my smile and was calmed.
Danny Mainer: ”I’m Danny Mainer by the way and this is Raymond King, my psychologist. You’d do your best to stay WELL out of my way or I’ll make sure you get sent packin’ to The Bahama’s with Ginger. Are we clear?”
Craig Lewis: “Right you are sir.”
And with that, he walked off. The second he was out of earshot me and Ray just laughed our asses off and high-fived making remarks about “the look on his face” and so forth. It was going to be an interesting two months, that’s for sure.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:02:43 GMT -5
Segment: Easy Like a Sunday Morning (Credit: Dan White)
The camera opens up in the parking lot, and curiously, a limo begins to park up. This is curious because ACW doesn't have nearly as many limousine segments as other certain federations seem to have. Anyways, the limo is as white as snow, without a stain on the paintwork. It parks up near to the front entrance and the driver steps out, wearing a perfect navy blue uniform, complete with a chauffeur's hat. He rubs the creases off the top, before going over to the rear door, and opening it up. A pair of legs step outside, and the man in question pulls himself up and takes a deep breath. But the man isn't Craig Lewis, and there's a massive pop as Dan White steps out, with The Royles following him.
Dan: Now then lads. I told you it was a good thing Gingerdude isn't around. I knew Lewis would be too inept to run ACW by himself. I got myself the number to this limo firm and credited to bill straight to the company! Easy boys, easy stuff.
The Royles smirk at each other as Dan hands the driver a couple of notes tip. The trio then look on, making their way through the entrance.
McGroin: So Dan, we still going forward with the plan for tonight?
Dan: Aye, get that little scrotum XS3. He cost my title. He's going to pay tonight.
The Royles look at each other, as though they know something Dan doesn't.
Biggin: Dan....you do realise that XS3 has a Tag Title defense tonight, right? I mean, if you do the maths......
McGroin: Haha, fuck you boyo! You got an F in maths at school!
Biggin's clearly annoyed and embarrassed at McGroin's outburst.
Biggin: Yeah, but you only got a C cos you shagged Ms. Parker!
McGroin and Dan laugh.
McGroin: Haha, she had an awesome rack. Cracking.
McGroin and Dan continue laughing, but the brotherly love is souring up as Biggin takes another shot.
Biggin: Aye fuck that you! I heard the reason Newstead stopped seeing you was cos you couldn't get it up!
McGroin's now the embarrassed one, not liking his past conquests or failed ones, as it seems) being revealed to the world.
McGroin: Ah fuck off, unless you want a smack, eh?
Biggin: Bring it on then!
Dan rolls his eyes, quickly turning to the pain of them, arms pushing the duo apart.
Dan: Now then, you pair of softcocks. Nobody's going to fight, cos your sex lives have got nowt to do with XS3 and his little stable. Now, are you going to help me find him, or are you gonna get yourselves kicked out the arena for fighting?
Biggin and McGroin roll their eyes simultaneously.
Biggin: All right then, we'll gan this direction. If we find XS3 I'll call you.
Dan: Excellent. I'll go this way. See you in a bit.
The Royles nod their head and make their way down a corridor, fully intent on finding their man. Dan rubs his hands, anticipating finding XS3, preferably when he least expects it and in a place where XS3's buddies would be unable to find him. Either way, you feel that it's not going to be a great night to be XS3.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:03:13 GMT -5
Segment: Schoolyard Bullshit Credit: Jake Steele/ Thunder Train/ Macho Man RDK/ Warfare is kicking off and looks to yet again do what it always promises to do, deliver. People all through the crowd are buzzing, and wooing along as the impatiently wait for whatever is going to come up next in this broadcast. Everyone would be wondering about what‘s coming up next… that is if there wasn’t a row of Playboy Playmates at ringside and inside the ring was oil, towels and three stools. This could mean only one thing; the pose down is coming up! We cut to Phillip Jones who is getting up from his seat near the announce table and walking up the ring steps, microphone in hand. He enters the ring and makes his way to the middle of it, fixing his tie and smiling as he happens to notice a playmate or two winking at him.Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen are you ready?! Because right now is a contest just for the ladies! It is the official Playboy Pose Down! To win this you have to make these Playmates - wet! Now for Contestant #1, he is the current ACW International Champion, MACHO MAN RDK! ”Macho Man” by The Village People hit’s the sound system and to a explosion of cheers, out comes RDK in jogging pants with his entire upper body exposed for the viewing public. He makes his way down to the ring and gets up on the apron, deciding not to flex his muscles and make everyone wait for the big showdown. He enters the ring formally and sits on one of the stools, awaiting his challengers.Phillip Jones: And contestant #2, he is the Thunder - and he is the Kiss! THUDERKISS! ”Paradise City” by Guns N’ Roses hits and in a completely different nature to RDK, Thunderkiss comes out flexing his biceps and triceps for the entire Kiss Army. A few of the females in the crowd orgasm at the sight of Thunderkiss and he knows it, oh he knows it. He has his usual wrestling attire and just like RDK his upper body is completely exposed, with all of his muscles bulging out in a display of hard work, and definitely some steroids. Thunderkiss struts down the rest of the way down the ramp and he walks up the ring steps, looking at RDK, who doesn’t look the slightest bit intimidated by Thunderkiss’ body structure. RDK keeps his place on the stool and rolls his eyes as Kiss steps in and flexes some more in the middle of the ring. He then decides to chill and sits on the stool next to TK. Tonight they have decided that they will settle their problems in the ring old school muscleman style. The way of a posedown. Like those of ACW’s past such as Amo the Great once did. Phillip Jones stops flirting with the Playmates and gets ready to announce the final line in this triangle.Phillip Jones: And contestant #3, he is a man who goes by many names but tonight he hopes to be called Lord of the Posedowns! JAKE STEELE! Money, Money, Money, Money… what the fuck? Where is the huge bolded letters up on the titantron? The huge pyrotechnics? The super flashy entrance that would be expected at this exact point in time? Something odd is going down, and by the look on Thunderkiss’ and RDK’s face they may be figuring that same thing out. Suddenly, Craig Lewis appears on the titantron to a dull reaction from the crowd, seeing as they still aren’t sure what to make of this weak willed replacement for the vacationing Chairman. He seems to be very nervous. Hmm, let’s find out why.Craig Lewis: Now…I know all of you were expecting a spectacular pose down between these two men in the ring, and Jake Steele. But I have just been informed that neither Thunder Train or Jake Steele have made it to the arena. So… that would mean that this posedown is cancelled. I’m sorry everyone, I really am. A huge roar of boos ring out through the crowd and a look of anger quickly erupts over Thunderkiss’ face, who knows that there is something more to this. He doesn’t take any time to argue what Craig just said, and instead storms out of the ring towards the backstage area. Craig’s feed stays on the titantron while the boos continue, and RDK gets up from his stool, having to shake his head at the antics RSXZ are doing to try and knock him off of his game. Deep down he knows this is all a ploy for something bigger, he just swears that this is all a trick. Then all of those thoughts are falsified as he begins to make his way up the ramp.
“Aye, RDK! Up here brah!
He knows that voice. And so does everyone else sitting behind those barricades. And with the voice RDK’s thoughts of foolery was annihilated and now confusion arose on his mind. He stopped in his own tracks, lifting his head up to get a full view of the AlphaTron. And in a very familiar room stands not only Jake Steele… but Thunder Train as well. Steele begins smiling as RDK can see him perfectly and has begun to wonder what the hell Steele is doing. Steele doesn’t let him think too hard though, as he starts talking again.Steele - Yeah, RDK my nigga. Sorry I couldn’t make it man. Real sorry, but something came up. I got a call from dis school… out in Yellowknife, you may have heard of it. Dey said dey need a substitute… so here I am.[/color] At this very point, what RDK was least expecting to happen is happening. Jake Steele has “invaded” his hometown of Yellowknife, and for some reason is inside of the school that he used to teach at, claiming to be the “substitute teacher”. RDK can’t do anything but watch as he fist begins to ball, just when Steele drops down to his knees and reveals that he is standing next to one of the kids RDK use to personally teach.Macho: YOU TOUCH LITTLE SHELDON AND I’LL KILL YOU JABRONI![/COLOR] Steele - Shut yo bitch ass mouth, nigga! What we gonna do, Train?[/color] Train: THE TRAIN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OM NOM NOM!!!!!!!Steele chuckles, and the kids inside the class room look visibly frightened.Steele - Guess dat means you fucked, my dude.[/color] In an instant, the kids disperse as Train charges towards the rows of desks. The children literally leap to the side in order to avoid danger as the Thunder Train goes to work, running through the wooden surfaces like the juggernaught. Steele claps his hands in excitement as Macho watches on in anger, and it isn't long before an old colleague of his enters the scene. Why its the teacher who left the sub plan....Sean Levenson.Levenson: Hey there, I just came to drop off----WHAT!? What in the HELL is going on here? Train has a kid by the scruff of his shirt, fist raised in air...he turns his head back to look at the teacher with a shit-eating grin on his face....
Train: Shiiiiit....Steele brushes himself off before approaching Sean.Steele - Oh dis ain't no big thing! Nothin' dat concerns you in da slightest, I suggest dat you just turn yo ass around and forget dis ever happened, ya dig?[/color] Levenson looks over at his kids again, most of them huddled in a corner.Levenson: I think I better notify the administr-- ~!SLAM!~ Levenson is knocked out cold, Steele stands over him with a smile on his face before looking back at the camera.Steele - You see what you lead me to do, RDK? YOU SEE WHAT HAPPEN WHEN YOU FUCK WITH DA RSXZ!? YEAAAH! SICK EM', TRAIN![/color] Train: CHOOGA CHOOGA CHOOGA CHOOGA CHOOGA WOOOO WOOO! Train tosses the kid he had to the side and runs towards the corner of the room where all the kids are. Just as he is about to approach the final destination - Train is dropkicked in the side of the head, propelled to the ground....why, its none other than RDK's brother: Julien!Steele - Da fuck... who you?[/color] Julien: Soon as I heard about you coming into town, I knew there was trouble. Steele - How in da HELL did you find out about ME, comin' to town?[/color] Julien: It's a small town, squirt. Steele - AIGHT DEN NIGGA, YOU WANNA GET FUCKED UP TOO!? BRING YO KANYON ASS ON! [/color] Steele wastes no time in running towards Julien and beginning a brawl with him. Most of the staff are at the doorway watching on, while the students still stay huddled in a corner. Steele, not expecting a real fight is almost caught off guard by the power of RDK's brother, who quickly gets the advantage - but not for long...
TRAYUN!
Train completely stops any fight momentum Julien had, as he drove his massive hands into the back of his skull with a Double Axe Handle! Julien quickly drops to the ground, that little failed display of courage really going to bite him in the ass now. Steele holds his jaw from a punch that caught him directly on the chin, and he spits out a bit of blood, visibly pissed from it. Steele tells Train to back up a bit and he picks up Julien by the head, holding his face up so RDK and all of ACW can see.Steele - Hmph, looks like yo brother was really tryin' to scrap. Man he just like you... don't know when to stay out of grown folks business. But it's aight though, cause I'm about to give ol' Julien here a little taste of YOUR own medicine... do you dig!?[/color] Steele moves around the classroom, the camera following as RDK is scared for his brother's life and what Steele may do to it. Steele then stops about 10 ft. away from... a window. Steele stops and looks back at the AlphaTron smiling, before he takes the body of Julien and ----
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*Fzzzt* [/center] The feed dies. And the thought of what Steele may have done to his brother hurts RDK more than actual seeing for him. He's had more than enough.Macho: THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR SHIT, BRUDAH! I'M COMIN' JULIEN! [/COLOR] RDK bolts up the ramp, clearly intent on leaving the arena and heading to Yellowknife as we fade to commercial.*Commercial* We return from Commercial break, with RDK in the parking lot, frantically trying to get to his car and ultimately leave the arena. Going to the nearest airport and flying back to Yellowknife, NT. After a bit of walking he gets to the car, his keys already in his hand as he opens up the car door and gets ready to start it up and be gone. But just as he is about to he is stopped by Junior Executive Craig Lewis! He looks even more nervous than he did earlier in the night after probably seeing the events that just took place. He grabs hold of RDK's shoulder, trying to keep him from leaving.Craig Lewis: Mr. Kanyon! Mr. Kanyon! Just please, listen to me! Macho: Listen to what!? That jabroni Steele touched my kin! He's officially on The Mach's hitlist![/color] Craig Lewis: Yes, yes I know! I know! But you can't leave the arena tonight, remember that you are booked against Jay Zero for the ACW World Heavyweight Championship! You cannot just disappoint your millions of fans! And -- and if you do leave now I will be forced to -- uhm - suspend you! Macho: You don't have enough pull to suspend The Macho Mayun, brudah![/color] RDK brushes Craig off of him and he gets inside of his car, slamming the door shut. He rolls down the window and begins to pull off, but in a crazy attempt at making sure "his" show goes as planned, he latches onto the car, still pleading with Macho.Craig Lewis: Macho! I almost forgot to tell you, I have just gotten word that Thunder Train has made it to the arena! Macho: How did they get here so fa-... What about Steele?[/color] Craig Lewis: He wasn't seen with Train, but he can't be too far behind, right!? Macho stops the car, and Craig takes his grip off of it. He begins to step back and Macho opens up the car door, stepping out to look Craig directly in the eye.Macho: ...You lyin' to me, brudah?[/color] Craig Lewis: I swear! Don't you worry, you WILL get revenge. But as for right now - you have a match to worry about, and it's against the World Champ. So... maybe you should get ready? Macho doesn't say anything, looking Craig straight in his eye who turns his head around a bit trying to avoid eye contact. Macho sees that something is admist here but he decides to stay in the arena and focus on his huge match. He's pissed, and unfortunately for Jay Zero he plans to take all of that anger out on him tonight.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:03:41 GMT -5
Segment: So much to discuss, so little time.... Credit: Dave Tyler & ? ? ? ? As we come back from a commercial break, the words “Earlier Today” flash up in the bottom right of the screen. Out in the car park at the back of the arena, Alan Elfdris stands with a microphone in hand. He is wrapped up tightly in a large woolly coat, shaking from the coldness. He looks at the camera, and as he talks, he shivers, obviously wishing he could be anywhere but there.Alan: Ladies and gentlemen, you join me outside the ACW arena, as we await the arrival of The Candyman, Dave Tyler. We hope to get his opinions on some of the dramatic events which have shaped the company since last week, and....wait, I think this is him coming now. Alan has to take a step back to avoid being run over by a long stretch limo. It is massively long, as he stands and waits for the end of it to reach him. When the car finally stops, Alan opens the back door, a friendly smile on his face as he gets ready to conduct the interview with Dave Tyler. However, it isn’t the Candyman in the car. Junior Executive and current “power that be” Craig Lewis steps out, looking a tad confused.Craig: Who the hell are you? Alan: Em...I’m Alan Elfdris sir. Craig: You work here? Alan: Yes sir, I interview people. Craig: Ah. If you say so. Craig closes the door of the limo as the car pulls off. Craig walks off, away from Alan without another glance back. Alan looks annoyed, as he looks in to the camera.Alan: Could have sworn that was Dave. He should have been here by now? Where is he? As Alan says this, a dirty, run down taxi pulls up behind him. The back door opens as Dave Tyler climbs out, wearing a tracksuit and carrying a large gym bag over his shoulder. He closes the door and starts to head in to the arena, as the driver’s window opens down; a fat, hairy and dirty man leans out and shouts at him. Taxi Driver: Oi, that’s 24 dollars. Dave stops in his tracks, not looking back at the driver. He pads down his trousers, but finds nothing. He looks slightly nervous, but he spots Alan and the camera man. In the blink of an eye, his trademark big smile spreads across his face. He walks up to Alan and throws his arm round him, acting unusually friendly.Dave: Mr. Elfdris. I need a small favour. Pay the man, would you? I’ll take care of this...Dave takes the microphone off Alan, and turns him round, giving him a slight push towards the taxi driver. Alan shoots him a deadly look, but Dave ignores it. He drops his bag, looks at the camera and begins to talk...Dave: Well, since I’m here, I guess I may as well address some topics which have come to my attention over the last few days. Number one on the list, Wayde Russeller. Wayde, last week you made your big return, so I guess now I know who posed the question in the verbal debate. The one which asked “What are you going to do when the greatest ever entertainment champion comes back to reclaim his championship title belt?” Wayde, I’ve never been a fan of yours. I’ve made no secret of that/ Yes, you provided me with my first chance, and I do thank you for that. But that doesn’t excuse you for what you said and what you did last week. I have no doubt that our paths are going to cross, and if your after the Entertainment title, then I have a feeling that means it will be sooner rather than later. You want the Entertainment title, then I’ve got news for you. Get in line. Cause right now, myself and Chris are the most entertaining things going. Yeah, Wayde. You were a great champion, and you had some fantastic matches. But when I beat Williams for that title, then I have absolutely no plans on losing it. Especially to someone like you. Alan walks back up to Dave as the taxi rips out of the car park again. Alan doesn’t look impressed as he puts his hand on the microphone; Dave lets go of it and lets him take it back.Alan: Where are we? Dave: Wayde. But I’ve said all I want to say on him. He doesn’t deserve the justification that a mention of him awards.Alan: Oh, ok. Well...In other news, what about that weird message that appeared last week during your interview. Dave: Yeah, I’m still not sure what happened there. But I went to the production team, they told me they don’t know what happened, or why it appeared, but told me that there was no chance it would hap....############################### Static comes over the screen, interrupting Dave mid speech. The noise is grating but it disappears after a few seconds. A picture flashes up on screen....
As quickly as the picture appears, it disappears. The static returns, but this time, a second picture appears. Another message....
The picture disappears again, as the static covers the screen again. After a few seconds, the picture is restored to....############################## ...Dave who continues to talk.Dave: ....his sister!Alan: Whoa, what a shocking revelation! Well, before you go, do you want to say anything about your on going problems with Chris Williams? Dave: Problems is far too harsh a word. Listen, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I respect Chris Williams so much. It’s just a matter of unfortunate circumstances that he stands between me and my goal. That’s it. I’ll deal with him when I have to. And speaking of, if you see Chris tonight, would you send him my way? I need to talk to him.Alan: Sure. But, one last thing. Tonight, you’ve got a match with the “God of War”, Henry McKaye. Any words for him before your match? Dave: Sure. But not for you. I’ve got a very special segment later tonight for Henry. Let’s just say I’m going to show Henry my more...sensitive side.Dave claps Alan on the back and his smile grows even bigger. He hands the mic back to Alan and picks up his bag again, before heading off in to the arena, off to get ready for what is sure to be an action packed evening....
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:04:42 GMT -5
Match 1: Jason Freeman vs. Mr. Red (Credit: Freeman)
The bell rings, and Red is off. Freeman stepped over a huge line last week, when he went into Red's house and harassed his wife, and a furious Red is getting his revenge. He flies into Freeman, with such a furious display of chops, that Freeman can't do much to avoid it. Punch chop, punch chop, punch chop, the furious assault continues, the fans loving every minute of it...Freeman finally blocks one, and grabs Red, trying to arm drag him to the ground, but Red flips onto his feet, and spins around, ducking a punch thrown by Freeman, and then dropkicking him HARD...Freeman falls backwards against the ropes, turning and grabbing them, and as Red runs forward, Freeman kicks one of his legs backwards right into Red's gut. Red falls backwards, into a sitting position, and Freeman charges forward, diving down into a forearm, that sends Red backwards. Freeman gets up, mad now, because Red's opening assault has hurt him. He waits for Red to stand, and then moves forward, kneeing Red into the gut, and going for a DDT, but Red spins out of it, goes for a clothesline, Freeman ducks grabs Red in a full nelson, but Red fights out. Freeman goes for a hard right hand, but Red ducks and runs forward, springboarding onto the second rope. Freeman turns towards him, but Red leaps off, grabbing Freeman's head, and spinning...before coming down with a HARD tornado DDT, that causes Freeman to practically bounce up into the air. Freeman rolls over onto his stomach, getting up, but very groggy. Red is waiting for him. He grabs Freeman, going for his British Fall (scoop Inverted DDT), but as he is about to DDT him, Freeman grabs Red's head, and jumps, throwing his knee over his head and cracking Red in the head with it. Red goes back, and Freeman gets up. Red clutches his head, but then turns out of nowhere looking to hit Freeman with the back of his elbow, but Freeman ducks, Red spins full speed, turning around right into a HUGE lifting complete shot by Freeman, this time keeping Red down.
Freeman gets up and raises his hands, causing the fans to boo him, but all of them are enjoying this fast-paced match. Freeman drops down into a cover, but Red kicks out at two, to no surprise. Freeman begins to stomp on him, before dropping down and slapping the back of Red's head a couple of times. Red gets onto his hands and knees, and Freeman gets onto the apron, before jumping looking for a springboard stomp, but Red rolls out of the way. Freeman turns, and Red is on his feet, JUMPING for the cincinatti swing, so early into the match! Freeman dives for the floor, which is a smart move, as Red's 360 enzuigiri connects with the head of the referee, knocking him out instantly. Red turns, and he goes right into a bicycle kick by Freeman...a desperation one to stop Red from gaining momentum again. Red hits the ground, and Freeman sits for a second, regaining his strength. He seems a bit shaken at how close Red to hitting him with that kick, and he is getting a little annoyed at the fight that Red has put up here in the opening minutes. He begins to stomp on him angrily...and lifts him up, hitting a few hard shots, but then Red out of nowhere headbutts him! Freeman draws back, and Red then kicks him in the gut, Freeman bends over and Red begins ot hook his arms looking for the Drop of Red! Freeman quickly drops out of this position, and rolls away and as Red comes forward, Freeman explodes off the ground, clotheslining Red down. Freeman is annoyed now, and he figures he's had it.
Freeman goes to the outside, and grabs a steel chair. He comes into the ring, to boos, and yells at Red to get up. Red begins to do so, and as he does, Freeman swings the chair, but Red forward rolls and dodges it. Freeman drops the chair, and turns around, and runs forward, but Red baseball slides under Freeman, and as he does so...goes right to the chair. Red grabs it, and jumps to his feet, seeing out of the corner of his eye that the referee is beginning to get up, but not caring. This one is for his wife. Freeman turns around and
CRACK!
The chair connects with Freeman's head! The fans pop like mad! And even though the bell rings as the ref goes for the disqualification, Red takes no notice. Freeman falls to the ground hard, the chair having connected perfectly, and rolls off the apron, flopping to the ground. Red holds the chair up as the fans cheer him, perhaps this revenge being just as satisfying as a win would have been.
Freeman may have won the match by disqualification, but it's Red's music that plays, as "Welcome to the Jungle" hits the speakers, Red continues to look down at the fallen Freeman outside the ring, and celebrate, feeling that he's taught Freeman what happens when you mess with his wife.
Freeman slowly gets up off the ground after a period of time, and he is bleeding from the head, after that shot. He gets up and looks up at Red, glaring. Red holds the chair up, daring Freeman to enter the ring and do something about it. Freeman fakes left, and darts right, trying to slide under, but the chair slams down to the ground as he quickly draws back, the chair managing to hit him on his hand. Freeman doesn't try again, as he backs up the ramp, clutching his hand, and almost tripping over himself, in the grogginess of having his head smashed by a chair just minutes earlier. Freeman gives Red a look that is clear, it's a look that says "Just you wait"....It's a look that says Red has gotten his attention, but maybe...maybe that's not such a good thing after all.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:05:19 GMT -5
Cheng Of Love? Credit: Jake Cheng Did you know that the ACW Arena has a basketball court? Well it does. It’s right next to the weight room, you know down the hallway, next to the…nevermind. Anyway, today the gym isn’t being used to play basketball, it rarely is on show days. That’s why Stan the Cameraman has decided to borrow it.
As Jake walks into the gym, he not only sees Stan, but the massive weaving line of people that have formed to apparently see Stan. And they aren’t just any old people. These are Fallout superstars. Stan the Cameraman: Next! Jake approaches Stan, cutting off a man known only as El Froggy Mask. Froggy isn’t to happy and tries to mover Jake out of the way, but doesn’t budge. He gives up and Stan and Jake have started a conversation Jake Cheng: Stan, what the hell is all this? Stan the Cameraman: Tryouts. Jake Cheng: For… Stan the Cameraman: The new hit TV show, Cheng of Love. Jake Cheng: Cheng of what! Stan the Cameraman: Yeah, ever since last Monday, I’ve been trying to figure out ways to find you an opponent for Ragnarok. And I have a buddy over at VH1 so I pitched the reality show idea to him. Jake Cheng: And its called Cheng of Love? Stan the Cameraman: Well, VH1 has this rule….all shows have to have the word Love in the title. I Love New York, Chance of Love, I Love the enter decade here. Jake Cheng: So…if this show is about love, why are there all dudes here….and why are none of them ACW wrestlers? Stan the Cameraman: They all are ACW wrestlers- Jake Cheng: Stan, I have bad news for you. Since you’ve been gone, Fallout broke off from ACW. Stan the Cameraman: Fuck. Hey everyone, tryouts are over.They all boo and hiss and complain before scattering and leaving the arena that they aren’t welcome in. Jake Cheng: Brilliant idea Stan. Stan the Cameraman: Shut up. Jake Cheng: Back to the drawing board then. Cut to Black
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:06:04 GMT -5
”Yesterdays: Andrew Starr” Credit: Danny Mainer The Yesterdays title sequence plays to the drum and bass remix of “Get Busy” but once again the set has changed due to Danny’s ever-decreasing low budget. Danny’s now sat on the roof-top of a high building in downtown ACW island looking nonchalantly at the floor below him as he points a hand-held digital camera at himself. He has a huge grin on himself and the ladies echo their pleasure at the sight of Danny as he sits shirtless overlooking ACW city-centre. There’s something manic in his face which indicates that he’s really going to do something bizarre today. He stares into the camera and breathes heavily and to some people the idea that he might do something bold like jump has been stricken into people. Inside the mind of Danny though he has no such idea to jump, he has too much to live for right now and is savouring every second life has to offer.Danny Mainer: ”Tonight ladies and fellas, heheh, I’m breaking the canon. Tonight I was supposed to get the exclusive on Andrew Starr and his no doubt pathetic and miserable life back in the hellhole from whence he came but this time it’s a special episode. Officially speaking, this isn’t an episode of “Yesterdays” but the debut of “The Butcher’s Dozen” which we’ll be seeing a lot of after this series of Yesterdays finishes. Rest assured, you’ll be seeing PLENTY of me in the coming months after I sever the last remaining strands of Fallen Souls’ career! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”Danny continues to laugh like a maniac, nearly causing him to fall off the ledge of the building but he regains his balance while cackling. He resumes his rant to the camera, his words filled with pure and unadulterated loathing.Danny Mainer: ”See, X you’ve been a thorn in my side as long as I can remember. You come on the air, you spout bullshit about being an orphan and Indiana Jones and how Thundergy is made of people and how Gingerdude tried to ruin your life and deprive you of a title shot. You got everything you wanted thus far but now things are going to get tilt-a-whirled because you’re going to be facing me again. I kicked your ass a million different ways and I’m going to do it a million times more. Unfortunately for you the time for your extinction is nigh. I want you to have a glimpse of a fraction of what I’ve got in store for YOU Fallen. With that, I’d like to introduce you to my friend Tommy who’ll be joining with us momentarily.”As if on cue, a guy comes up through the roof escape door dressed in denims and a bomber jacket with short greasy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looks to be the type that goes to college but does nothing but ass off and party, smoking weed and screwing the drunk girls and buzzing about it the next day. He walks over looking a little confused to Danny who’s sat on the edge. His eyebrows raise when he sees the cleaver strapped to his buckled belt. He clears his throat and Danny turns, half surprised, half relieved at the sight of this creepy dude.Tommy McGuire: “Hey Danny, you called me up here?” Danny Mainer: ”Yeah man, you wanna help me make a statement to the world?”Tommy McGuire: “Anything for you bro, you’re the man!” He beams enthusiastically as he pulls out a pair of aviators and lobs them to Danny. Danny picks them up and slips them on to help resist against the glare of the bright sun. Danny points the camera at Tommy and the crowd observe his greasy, unwashed gestures as he feels awkward under the camera. Danny drops the camera intentionally but carelessly and it falls to a gentle stop at the roof. Heard but not seen, the sounds of Tommy getting beaten up by this angry Vegas resident can be heard as Danny jibes at him with insults like “You stupid, pathetic, modern-dance degree taking fuck!” After about thirty seconds worth of scuffling, Danny picks up the camera and smiles weakly with a laugh. Just above his eyebrow is gashed and a slight trickle of blood pours down along his eye line but he doesn’t seem to notice it.Danny Mainer: ”As I was saying. X you’re going to get a glimpse of what I’m about to do. So stick tight and lemme show you what you’ve missed in the time I dropped the camera.”Danny turns the camera away and shows the whole roof. It’s completely empty of anyone except him. The crowd assume he’s thrown him back down the stairs but then the camera walks to the edge where Danny was sat. To the horror of the audience, they can see that McGuire is attached to the roof by a thick rope wrapped tightly around the hook. McGuire dangles upside down as the blood rushes to his head. He’s been blind-folded, gagged and had his feet tied together in thirty seconds flat and is barely conscious from his beating. People on the street are now starting to take notice of the defenceless McGuire as he dangles helplessly about 15 metres above street level, his arms hanging limp and heavy due to the rush of blood. Back to Danny, he smirks like a mad man as his master plan is unveiled with the unsheathing of his cleaver.Danny Mainer: ”You think this is bad X? You think what I’m doing to young Tommy here is evil, depraved and dangerous? This is NOTHING compared to what I’m going to do to you. This doesn’t even touch the surface of the scratch card lotto leading to your bitter and painful defeat. Tommy McGuire, Fallen Souls. I hope you paid attention, you should NEVER trust the man who has NOTHING to lose and everything to gain. Get ready for Ragnarok X, I’m sending you PACKING!”And with that, Danny swiftly cuts the rope. Tommy drops downwards at a high speed and The Butcher focuses the camera on his dropping body. The wind whistles around him due to the downward force as gravity takes its toll. The audience brace for the final result but at the last second the screen turns to heavy static leaving only the sound of Mainer’s chilling laughter to echo throughout the speaker system.FADE
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Jan 19, 2009 17:07:09 GMT -5
15/01/09Jack Jefferson/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive * \ - Enjoy! -Jack Jefferson is sat backstage in his locker room; he is looking directly at the camera with an excited smile on his face.Jefferson: All of you out there are witness to a new dawning of a new age of entertainment! This is the first of many videos for my website www.JackJefferson.com which will follow me in everyday life. Firstly, I’d like to introduce my cameraman – Mike Porter. He’s the guy who’s gonna follow me around and film me which makes him the luckiest guy alive cos he gets to hang out with me! The camera spins around to give a quick shot of Mike smiling. He is slightly on the chubby side and has a small beard but other than that he looks fairly normal. The camera then spins back around to face Jefferson once again.Jefferson: Right now we’re backstage after my triumphant, if slightly ruined by that fuckwit Jonny Spade, debut and I think it’s gonna be party time soon! This will probably be the last time you see me actually addressing the camera like this because I’d rather have it more as a fly-on-the-wall experience than me presenting my life. This way you can see how awesome my life is for yourself. My site will regularly be updated with new videos every few days or so. Sit back and enjoy the ride! The scene fades out and we’re greeted with another. This time it is, as promised, the camera is following Jack Jefferson. He is outside one of ACW Island’s many nightclubs and he looks ready for a celebration. He struts past the queue and barges past the bouncers who look perplexed until Mike can be seen handing them some money to stop them chasing Jefferson down.
As we follow Jefferson into the main club area pumping music can be heard and the club is clearly already packed with the majority converging on the dance floor to strut their stuff with varied success. Jefferson, however, heads straight over to the bar and orders himself a Double JD and Coke. He turns, leaning on the bar to scan around the club and to assess the people inside. His eyes light up as he spots the VIP area which is literally crawling with beautiful women. He turns to Mike.Jefferson: I say we head over to VIP, after all I’m the most important person in this place and the pussy is much better over there compared to the skanks on the dance floor! Jefferson wastes no time in strutting across to the VIP area, acting as if he owns the place. He totally disregards the huge bouncer who guards the entrance and walks right past him. Unfortunately for Jefferson this bouncer is much more vigilant and quickly grabs him by the collar and drags him back.Jefferson: What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Let go of me! Bouncer: Name sir, I need to check if you’re on the list. Jefferson: You even need to ask my name? What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you even watch the fucking show?! Bouncer: Of course I watched the show sir, now if you’d give me your name please? Jefferson: I’m not giving you anything you stupid fuck. If you watched the show you should know exactly who I am, after all my spectacular return was the best thing in the entire damn show! Bouncer: Sir, the only big return I remember from tonight was that of Jonny Spade. That got me really excited, after all he is an ACW legend. Jefferson: Jonny Spade? Jonny Spade?! You’ve got to be taking the piss! All that Jonny Spade did was try and ruin my moment and steal my limelight! Jonny Spade is washed up and past it, I am the future of ACW now you’d better fucking recognise my brilliance and let me into VIP cos I’m the most important person in the room!! Bouncer: Wait, you’re the guy Jonny Spade interrupted? I remember you now, it’s Jack something isn’t it? Jefferson: Jack JEFFERSON you halfwit, do you want me to say it slower so your tiny brain has chance to process it?! Bouncer: No that’s okay sir. It appears you’re not on the list, I can’t let you in no matter how brilliant you say you are. Jefferson’s face turns a deep shade of red as the bouncer delivers this news. How dare he, some brain-dead nobody tell the almighty Jack Jefferson what he can and can’t do! With no warning Jefferson delivers an unexpected low blow which drops the big guy to his knees in pain. Jefferson follows this up by kicking the bouncer directly in the face, his nose pretty much exploding as blood begins to pour out. Jefferson then struts past him into the VIP area and picks up a bottle of champagne. He pops it open and tilts it into his mouth, giving a satisfied “aaah” as he finishes. He then walks back over to where the bouncer is still on the floor.Jefferson: Here’s what I think of your fucking list! Jefferson then proceeds to pour the rest of the bottle’s contents over the list, dropped by the bouncer when Jefferson sucker kicked him. All the commotion has attracted the attention of the other bouncers who are rushing to make their way over. Seeing this Jefferson tosses the bottle down at the felled bouncer, a look of distain on his face, and turns to Mike.Jefferson: Let’s get out of here. This place is shit anyway! With that Jefferson quickly makes his exit...out of the fire door in order to avoid the enraged bouncers. Jefferson sprints down the alley connected to the club and quickly hails down a cab, diving in and gesturing for Mike to hurry up and join him. As Mike finally gets in the cab speeds off, both men breathing heavily, and not a moment too soon because the bouncers are left behind, mere seconds from catching up with them.
Fade to Black.
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