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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:42:28 GMT -5
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 1: Demon Inc vs. The Royles --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 2:Trent Goodwin vs. Wayde Russeller --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 3: Josh Robertson vs. Chris Williams --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 4: Jake Cheng vs. Thunderkiss --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Match 5: RSXZ vs. The Senator, RDK, Dan White, FSX ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:43:57 GMT -5
The show begins with its usual gimmicks of pyro and all that jazz. After it all we begin with a scene backstage involving a Welsh guy that (not to many) people care about. >_>
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:44:08 GMT -5
Segment: Doctor Doctor, Gimme the News (Credit: Dan White)
Last Monday night brought an interesting sequence of events, with Dan White, despite not managing to get anywhere near the arena, still managing to work his magic and cost the New Road Steelers the ACW Tag Team Championships. So all in all, it was a pretty good day. But Dan knows that he's got to be on his guard. He may be included in the mega main event later on in the show, but for all he knows he might not even make the Main Event, if XS3 decides to get some revenge before then.
There's a massive pop, as the camera opens up and Dan White is in an office. The door is ajar and he's got the end of a coathanger, fiddling it into a filing cabinet. Basically, he's doing something that he shouldn't be, tut tut. He has a concentrated face, biting his tongue a little as he works through the lock, and to his success, he manages to break it, and he almost shouts out, but realises that doing so would garner unwanted attention. Instead, he clenches his fist with victory, before opening up the filing cabinet. As the cabinet pulls out, it gets closer to the camera, and we can read the label on it, which reads “ACW PERSONAL FILES: CONFIDENTIAL”.
Dan pulls out a file, which bears the label “ACW WAGE BUDGET”, and starts snooping through.
Dan:[/color Hmm, let's see here. I'm making more money than Jake Steele.....gooood......I'm on the same wage as AC Evans.....well that's a surprise, but fair enough.
His eyes widen at that news, but nonetheless he continues going through.
Dan: I make less money than RDK?!
He's angry, but he calms himself down.
Dan: Heh, well I guess it shows that he only came back for the money.
Burn. But then there's a shocking revelation.
Dan: What the-Gary makes twice the amount I do?! But he doesn't do anything! Ever! And he barely ever wins a match!
Dan looks up, but it's a look of sheer rage. How does a jobber earn so much money? Well, to cover his medical bills would be one.
Dan:[/color Pah, this is bent. How the fuck does he make so much money? I mean that's well more than double my wage when Gingerpubes takes money off my wage.
Dan's about to go into a sulk, but before he goes off in a strop, his phone begins to ring. Dan rolls his eyes, pulls it out and looks at the screen, noticing that it's an unknown number. Dan is hesitant for a moment, but decides to answer it anyways.
Dan: Yeah?
??: Hey Dan
Dan: Who's this?
??: I'm Tarquin, the lab assistant..
Dan begins to chortle
Dan: Tarquin? Bloody hell mate, you must have been the unwanted child to get a name like that.
Tarquin: Ugh, don't ask. It's a family name,
Dan: Anyways what's your business? I'm a busy man.
Tarquin: I just wanted to let you know to drop by after your match this evening to pick up your drugs test results.
Dan: ...And you couldn't just tell me over the phone?
Tarquin: I've been informed that it would be best if we were to give you the news in person.
Dan rolls his eyes again, not wanting to have to do all this extra running about.
Dan: All right, whatever. I'll be there after the match.
Tarquin: Excellent, see you soo-
Dan's quick to hang up, and places his mobile in his pocket. The phonecall raises a few questions though. Why was it necessary for Tarquin to phone Dan? Why did this kind of stuff even make a slot on the show? Well, to be honest, I don't think you would be surprised to hear if Dan was caught out with cocaine or LSD or weed in his bloody system, do you?
Anyways, Dan places the file back in the filing cabinet, before realising something.
Dan: Hmm, you know I could easily get someone to recreate this sheet, only give myself a higher wage.....hmm.....
Oooh, good idea.
Fade out.[/i
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:44:21 GMT -5
Segment: The anger inside us all? (Credit: XS3/Train)
We slowly fade into the back where we see a visibly depressed XS3. The rather unfortunate events for RSXZ have carried on into this episode of Meltdown where XS3 patiently awaits the Demon Inc vs. Royles match to see if his brothers in arms will gain an advantage over Dan's friends. Just then, the door swings open and Thunder Train is standing in the doorway with a bottle of maple syrup in one hand and a rope in the other. He emits a mighty roar:
Train: MMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
XS3 looks up to see his partner.
XS3: Ugh… What is it?
Train: The Train is ALWAYS hungry! I know you were feeling bad about getting pinned in our tag match so I decided to cheer you up, the only way I know how!
XS3: …
Train then tugs on the rope and brings in a moose. He then approaches XS3 and hands him the syrup and rope as the moose continues chewing on a piece of cud.
Train: See, I brought you a moose to eat and a bottle of maple syrup to drink since that seems to be the diet of choice for all Canadians. Now, how do you cook it?
XS3: …
Train's attempts to lighten the mood have seemingly done no good as XS3 tosses the bottle of syrup aside and throws the rope right at Train's chest.
Train: What…? What's wrong?
XS3: You think this is fucking funny? You see me laughing?
Train: No…Actually, I thought--
XS3: You thought? YOU THOUGHT, EH?
Train: …lolomg XD! He said "eh!" like a true Canadian!
XS3: SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!
Without even contemplating the consequences of pissing off this behemoth, XS3 lunges forward with a headbutt to the chest that sends the big man staggering back. Train's eyes go wide at the attack as it has become quite evident XS3 finally has snapped.
XS3: You want to know why I'm pissed off?! It's because of the fact that we lost the tag titles because of those fucking hooligans that Dan absolutely loves and clings to like a cheap whore to a billionaire. If it wasn't for those two, we'd still be riding cozy with the tag titles. In addition to that… I'm sick of every stupid little action made by the three stooges that I have to call my stablemates! First of all, Jake Steele has to go so low to attack a man's family! Not only is it something I stand against but also it's an act of pure cowardice if I ever saw one! Then Jay Zero… He has the audacity to force me to go against a man that I love like a brother and respect with every fiber in my being, Senator Steve Phillips. And you…
XS3 pauses, shaking with rage at the same time. Train doesn't quite know what to make of this as XS3 heads over to his bag. He searches around inside before pulling out the ever-familiar mask of Exemplar. XS3 places it on the top of his head but doesn't pull it down yet. He turns back to Train.
XS3: …call forth your darker side.
Train holds his hands up and shakes his head, not wanting the evil in him to come out. A worried expression grows on his face.
Train: N-No, you don't want that. Trust me. It won't--
XS3: BRING HIM OUT. NOW.
It appears that XS3 clearly means it as he turns his back to Train and slips on the mask. He folds his arms defiantly as Train gulps nervously.
Train: Okay fine… But don't say I didn't warn you......
Train closes his eyes and within mere seconds, he becomes Doomtrain. Upon arrival, the beast emits a wicked cackle and finds Exemplar with his back turned to him, unaware of the transformation taking place.
Train: Well well well… What do we have here…?! Hahaha, it's XS3. I hear you and your wife are having a baby soon… Is he going to suffer the same fate as little Jerome?! HAHAHA!
Train then laughs before spinning Exemplar around. Upon seeing the mask of the man who called him forth, Train recoils with a surprised look on his face.
Train: Master…
Train slowly drops to one knee and bows his head.
Train: I am at your service....
Exemplar: You fool.
Train looks up and sees that Exemplar means business. He slowly brings himself up to his full vertical base and looks down at Exemplar.
Train: Eh? What do you speak of, master!!
Exemplar: I am not your master; if anything, you are slave to your own weak will, James. I only called you forth because we needed extra strength during our war with Double Penetration. How foolish it was of me to not have sent that side away permanently when we were finished. The doom inside you has overcome what you truly stand for, James. Your hunger has been replaced with malice and despair. Desolation shall cloud you throughout your life should you choose to remain dormant without confronting your inner demons.
An awkward silence takes place between the two. Just then, Train chuckles softly before once again laughing evilly.
Train: You weak being! You will never comprehend what lies in store for this poor feeble sad hungry man. I will always reign over this pathetic shell of a host.
Exemplar: No, you shall not. So long as Leon Chase breathes for vengeance, you will not succeed in your mission! And if Chase cannot complete the task in due time, then I will gladly destroy this evil spirit within you. The doom shall no longer reign terror over ACW. Until then, I bid you adieu.
Before Train can say anything else, Exemplar snaps his fingers and a flash is seen. After a short while, Train is back to his hungry ways and he looks over at the moose and the spilled bottle of maple syrup, licking his lips, before turning to see Exemplar pull his mask off to revert back to XS3.
Train: …
XS3: Hmmph.
XS3 then brushes Train aside and carefully makes his way past the moose, which is the last thing the camera gets a shot of.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:44:32 GMT -5
Segment: It's Cooking Up (Credit: Train)
Gourmet Race Metal Mix plays over the arena and to the boos that have been so familiar to this man, Train walks out from behind the curtain. Except, you can see that it's Doomtrain. The fans though just think it's serious Train. He makes his way down to the ring, looking down on the fans who continue to boo him. He motions for Phillip to leave the ring and takes his microphone.
Thunder Train: This past Monday we saw a different side of one Leon Chase. We saw a coward. Leon Chase showed what I knew was true. When the cards were laid on the table, he folded. When his true colors were shown, he ran. He hid away in some house he has on this island. Then he comes on the air and wastes YOUR time, this SHOWTIME to make a stupid announcement that everyone knew, he wasn't going to fight me.
"You Suck" chants begin to start as well as "We Want Chef"
Thunder Train: NO! You people don't understand. The Chef is no more. He is a coward that would never try to fight someone of my stature. He can't stand up for himself OR his family. And yet, you people cheer for him as if he's the greatest wrestler since...me. Why? You know what, I know why....Because you are just like him, you are all cowards.
Cheap heat, but hey, what works right?
Thunder Train: Like I said, he can't even defend his family. I'm sure if you've been on the internet anytime in the past few days that his son was burned in an "accident" causing him to look like his father, scared and burned. And I think that's why when he saw his son laying there with his flesh boiling and his tears going down his face, he realized that if he faced me, he would never be able to attempt to take care of his son.
Suddenly, Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" plays over the speakers and the crowd jumps to their feet cheering the man who can stop this monster. Train turns his attention to the stage and paces around a bit.
Thunder Train: WE HAD A DEAL CHEF! WE HAD A DEAL!
The crowd's cheers grows even louder as Chef comes out from the crowd with a barbed wire frying pan. He slides into the ring behind Train and smashes him in the back of the head. Train doesn't fall so Chef smashes him again and again right in the face. Train now goes down and Chef begins to grind the frying pan across his face. He lets up and Train rolls onto his stomach, holding his face. Chef picks up Train's microphone.
Chef: DOOMTRAIN! WE DID HAVE A DEAL! BUT YOU BROKE THAT DEAL WHEN YOU HURT MY SON! I'M GOING TO HURT YOU DOOMTRAIN, BECAUSE THE MATCH IS STILL ON! AT RAGNAROK, YOU WILL BE HURT IN THAT HELL'S KITCHEN MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Chef: And Train, I know you can hear me. But just think about it, in due time you will be vanquished of that evil being inside of you. You can't blame XS3 for this, you can't even blame yourself. There is nobody you can blame Train. But you NEED to allow me to do whatever is necessary in order to stop him. I beg of you. I tried to talk to you about this before, but I just can't get through "him". So Train, this may hurt you a lot, but it will be nothing compared to what could happen if he is able to take over ACW...
Chef drops the microphone and falls to his knees. He raises his arms up and picks up the frying pan again. He turns Train over, who is bleeding now. Chef continues to hit Train until security rushes down and grabs Chef. They handcuff him and take him up the ramp into the back. Train just stares back with the blood flowing down his face and evil smirk that would make the devil cry.
Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:44:44 GMT -5
Segment: Clash of the Egos (Credit: Dan White, XS3)
The camera opens up in the arena area, and the fans go barmy as “Anarchy in the UK” hits the PA System, and Dan White walks out. Despite the fans being a bit wayward about the way they think about Dan, they still think he's a great guy, and they're loving being able to see him back in the ring in a talking role for the first time in a few weeks. The Welsh Dragon is still in his street clothes, wearing some baggy grey jogging bottoms and a Wales National Team football top on. He enters the ring, taking a microphone and stretches his arms as his music fades.
Dan: Well then, that first match was pretty interesting, yes?
The fans shout out their opinions, mostly raving for the result.
Dan: Right, well let's get down to business. Me and XS3 have a little bit of beef going on, and I think that we should end this petty talk of interfering in each other's matches. I think it's gone on long enough.
The fans pretty much agree. As much as they're loving this feud, they'd rather have seen XS3 still hold the Tag Titles and Dan hold the International Title.
Dan: So I just want to make a quick proposition to XS3. But first, I want you to come out here so we can talk about this man to man.
There's a hush in the crowd as they await for XS3. As "Two Weeks" enters the arena, the fans are heard giving a more mixed reaction than what XS3 usually receives as XS3 heads down the ramp and enters the ring. Despite everything that's been going on recently, XS3 remains calm as he gets a mic and approaches Dan.
XS3: Well Dan, I think I know what you're going to say. And as far as a challenge at Ragnarok goes, heh well I say it's a deal.
Huge pop from the crowd.
XS3: And for once, I agree with you. Shock and awe. This thing between us has gone on long enough and it needs to end. This match is the perfect way to decide who the better man is.
Dan smiles, looking down as he does so, a clear sign that somebody has got the wrong idea.
Dan: Listen smartarse, you didn't let me finish. What I was going to say was that in light of tradition, I want to make a proposition to you.
XS3 has a puzzled look on his face, but anticipates Dan's idea, as do the rest of the crowd.
Dan: Basically, Ragnarok is a Pay Per View that has tradition. That has history. And I want to be able to add my contribution to that history. It's been four damn years since I fought at that Pay Per View, and I want to make damn sure that I make it a memorable return.
XS3: Come on Dan, I don't have all day.
Dan gives XS3 an evil look.
Dan: What I was going to say was that I am going to face you. But you get three of your pals, and I'll get three of mine, and we'll have a good old fashioned Four vs. Four Elimination match.
Huge pop from the crowd for the announcement, as Dan nods his head with a smirk.
Dan: And in case you're wondering, I've already got my three men. I've got The Royles, Ivor Biggin and Pat McGroin, and Duke Cogburn on my team. How about that?
It's certainly an interesting team, and I think both XS3 and the crowd were expecting a team not quite so filled up with Fallout superstars. But XS3 responds quickly, with his own team.
XS3: Great. Makes perfect sense. You know how the next match is between your boys, the Royles, and my friends from Demon Inc?
Dan: Yeah..
XS3: Well, considered Fox and Ken as my teammates along with, for the first time in what feels like forever, the return of Maximus Dungeon. At Ragnarok, Demon Inc will ride again for one night only, wrestling-wise anyway.
There's a pop for XS3's team, as it's certainly a twist on things.
XS3: And that's it. See you at Ragnarok then.
XS3 goes to leave, but Dan adds one final comment.
Dan: No, I'll see you tonight....
Huge pop for this, XS3 perhaps having a mindslip and forgetting about the Main Event tonight. But as the camera fades out, we've certainly got a match full of tradition literally on the cards. Team XS3 vs. Team White. Which team are you going for?
Fade Out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:44:59 GMT -5
Title: More Than A Journal Entry Credit: A.C. Evans They say to me, you are insane...[/i] We fade up to the scene of A.C. Evans sitting in a black room. A single light from a small lamp. He sits up against a wall with a black leather bound journal sitting in his lap. He scribbles something down in what we assume to be his journal. They say that I'm not fit to be in this business, because I'm not stable. How fucking wrong they are. Today, I proved that I'm the smartest person in this business. For you see, the blood is no longer on my hands. I've washed my hands clean of this mess. The blood of the ACW is now on the hands of the fans. Soon, they will see their favorites drop like flies. Jonny Hughes is the first to fall to my power and it's not stopping there. Monday, I seem to be facing Wayde Russller once more. In our previous encounters, Wayde barley walked out alive. This week will prove to be different. Wayde will NOT walk out alive. He will walk out reborn. He will walk out as a new man..[/i] He grins and begins to slowly jot down some more thoughts. They say I don't know exactly what I'm doing. It's quite evident that people don't know exactly what I'm capable of, do they? Just a few days ago, I was a wanted man. This is no longer true. Using my wits, I turned Jonny Hughes against his family, his fans and further more against himself. Hughes is now under my control and I was the catalyst that forced him to drop the charges. Within a few minutes, I went from being wanted to being completely...innocent. Brilliant. I know.A knock at the door. Lynch and Hughes slowly walk in. It's time to spread the word. Today will be fruitful.Evans looks up and slowly closes the journal with the pen inside. He places it on the ground. Evans stands up. A.C. EVANS: Ready?[/color] Everyone nods and the scene fades to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:45:16 GMT -5
21/01/09Jack Jefferson/Jonny Hughes/ * The following video is a www.JackJefferson.com exclusive * \ - Enjoy! -Jack Jefferson is sat in his apartment, I say sat but he’s actually sprawled out on his leather sofa channel hopping in a vain attempt to cure his boredom. With him is Mike, the cameraman, which is fairly obvious because he’s filming this and Jack’s brother – Brad, or BJ, Jefferson. That’s right Jack Jefferson has a younger brother. Brad is a few months shy of 6 years younger than his older brother and at just 20 years old is a mere upstart in the pro wrestling world, but there’s plenty of time for that later. Right now he levers himself out of his seat and begins stalking about the room, the boredom clearly getting to him.BJ: Remind me again why we’re here stuck in your tiny apartment rather than hitting the town? Jack: Look, I told you. Since that knob Craig Lewis suspended my pay for two weeks I’m totally skint. In case you hadn’t notice there’s a fucking financial crisis on, you seriously need to start watching the news!! BJ: Hey, I watch the news! I just don’t see why we can’t be doing anything interesting. Anyway, you’re supposed to be helping get my career off the ground! Jack: And who exactly trained you? That’s right, it was me you ungrateful little shit! Now if you’ve got nothing better to do go make me a sandwich, I’ve got some pepperoni somewhere. BJ scowls at Jack but, realising he’s hungry too, he heads off towards the kitchen.BJ: Ham and lettuce? Jack: Yeah, and throw some cheese on there too! With BJ out of the room Jack scans around for something to entertain himself. His eyes settle on the latest edition of Pro Wrestling Illustrated which just happens to be lying on his coffee table. The cover story in particular seems to catch his attention; it reads “PWI’s TOP 50 TO WATCH IN 2009!” With clear interest Jack picks the magazine up and leafs through it earnestly, smiling when he reaches the page he’s looking for.Jack: ACW wrestlers, here we go. Jay Zero...I guess...Dave Tyler...who?...The New Road Steelers...yawn....Jake Steele...hardly...Josh Robertson...if he’s in here I definitely will be...Thunderkiss...FSX...blah blah blah. C’mon, where am I? This has gotta be a mistake, maybe I missed me. No...no...nope...no...Jonny Spade?!! How can that spunk stain be in here and not me!? Hearing his brother yelling at a magazine BJ pops his head around the door.BJ: You what? Jack: The retards editing Pro Wrestling Illustrated have put Jonny Spade in their Top 50 to watch in 2009 but they’ve managed to leave me off the list! BJ: YA BURNT! BJ laughs then quickly has to duck back into the kitchen as Jack hurls the magazine in his direction.Jack: You cheeky little bastard! Where’s my sandwich anyway? BJ: It’s coming, don’t you worry. But seriously, after we’ve eaten we need to find me some work. Jack: Yeah, I guess so. After all without me to offer as a tag partner no-one’s gonna look twice at you are they? BJ: Oh ha ha, you’re so funny aren’t you? Dick. Jack: C’mon now, I’m just breakin your balls. Chill out little brother, we’ll get you something. You need to remember though, you’re not as good as me so don’t be expecting the big time just yet. People think I’ve got an attitude, wait til they meet you! BJ jokingly punches Jack as he lays down the sandwich in front of him and gets a slap round the head for his troubles. They both laugh though and sit down to eat, finally keeping the TV on a solitary channel long enough for it to sound like the TV is in full working order. The problem remains though, will Jack be able to help his brother find work?
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:45:32 GMT -5
Segment: Celebrate Good Times!...Just Clean Up Afterward. (Credit: Thunderkiss/FSX -- DOUBLE PENETRATION!)
Traditionally, each new title reign starts out in a very familiar way. Whether it be a huge celebration that has everyone rejoicing in the heat of the moment, or a speech by the champions where they say they would truly not have it any other way, and are prepared to prove that they have what it takes, and truly deserve to be the champions that they are now. Whatever the case, however, most will quickly pursue proving that what they said was not simply talk, and that they truly are determined to prove they will be the champions that they claim to be, and in many cases have claimed to be for months prior. However, there is the rare occasion when such enthusiasm and drive is actually more hype then reality, though not necessarily intentional as such. For on a few specific occasions it is notable that champions will make these claims, party with their fellow man, then do absolutely nothing at all of value with the title or titles they have obtained. Simply sitting on them for months at a time, only to make a single wild appearance before a match in order to ensure they can keep them. Those people are truly terrible, and should be punished...but with that said, could it be that Double Penetration are those people as well?
Going into their recent Tag match with The New Road Steelers, it was immediately notable that both men were not pursuing another tag team with a vengeance, or even on the heels of a great rivalry with the opposing tag team. No, this time around they were actually busy with singles competitors that had gotten on their bad side, and were primed for justice!...Considering this, however, the titles they just obtained don't appear to have any direction. This is usually seen as a recurring theme with the tag titles, but for two lengthy veterans that are known to do all they could to build titles, it left things a bit awkward. What would happen? Well, let's find out..Taking things to the backstage area, we see that Double Penetration have been partying for a long, long time. How long in fact is probably better left as a mystery. The exhausted, yet distinctly pleasured expressions on their faces is all the effect that was neccesary...even if Fallen was soon sprinting to the nearest toilet, with the express need to purge himself.
Thunderkiss: Well buddy, we did it! There is no more question that we are the best of the best! The finest of champions! The heroes of everyone! The lady ramming, grand slamming BEST IN THE WORLD!
FSX: Ugh...yeah...
Kiss would look over with a moment of worry as Fallen seemed to be near death over the toilet. What a great way to be prior to a huge tag team match later on in the night! After waiting a moment to allow his partner to let out a groan and vomit once more, The grin that was plastered on his face a moment ago would quickly return. Thunderkiss: We came back from the brink of death to capture something no one thought possible, and reign on top of the mountain again. X, I'm going as far to say that nothing can stop us now! No team is better then us, and no wrestler is more talented then us. Not to mention we can have casual sex with anyone we want!
FSX: I think that little White House thing you pulled proved that wasn't the case...
His grin widening a moment as he thought back to what had occurred at the inauguration a few days earlier, soon chuckling softly as a true pervert would, leaning back a bit in his seat.
Thunderkiss: Well, maybe to the untrained eye! Just because I didn't have sex with Michelle doesn't mean I didn't hit Hilary!
FSX: Well, props to you for nailing a senior citizen. Tell us all what you've won!
Thunderkiss: A bad itch on my balls!
Gazing up for a moment to TK as he appeared so proud of the possible disease he had caught from the former first lady, Fallen would do the logical thing and return to vomiting for a moment. As he finished, he would shudder a bit and slowly return to his feet, making his way back into the room Kiss was in.
FSX: ...Anyway, what should we do now? I mean, we've got the titles, and we've broken through the glass ceiling. You've got that Grand Slam thing going, and I don't give a damn about having absolutely every title in existence. So we're set! We've got everything we could want! Now what?
Kiss would stand triumphantly for a moment, pointing to the ceiling in victory!...Only to sit back down a moment later.
Thunderkiss: I have no idea. I was kinda hoping you had something crazy planned.
FSX: Uh...no. If anything, shouldn't we be rebuilding the tag division? I mean, it sat in a rape-induced coma for two years, and it hasn't really got out of the funk yet.
Thunderkiss: Very true! We'll save the tag division now by destroying anyone who opposes us!
The blind enthusiasm at the thought of destroying all those who dare to oppose them was inspiring, in a way, to the extent that Fallen seemed to smile for a brief moment, perhaps feeding off the energy as he contemplated what it would be like if they destroyed everyone in their path!! Then, just as quickly, he shook his head and quirked a brow.
FSX: I'm not...exactly...sure how that works, but sounds good to me! Where should we start, buddy? Who is there to beat?
Thunderkiss: The New Road Steelers!
FSX: Uh...we just did that.
Appearing a bit stumped for a moment as he heard this, Kiss would sink down into his seat and think about the situation. If the one team that had just lost the titles to them wasn't considered a competitor anymore, and a viable way of expanding the division, then who was there left? Who could take there place? Were there any other teams? Good questions, and no doubt Thunderkiss had the answers!
Thunderkiss: Oh..then no one! Is that good?
FSX: No, that's bad.
Thunderkiss: OH NO!
Slapping a hand to his face in a rather soap opera-esq fashion, Thunderkiss would feign a faint back as Fallen seemed a bit taken back by the dramatics, soon making his way forward to slap his over-sized partner in the back of the head as he quickly sat up, acting as if nothing happened a moment ago.
FSX: ...Right...you see, if we have no challengers then we're hardly champions! We've gotta start pissing alot of people off, and getting them to form unexpected yet long lasting duos in an attempt to stop our wrath!
Thunderkiss: Sounds good. But who?
FSX: Ah...I've honestly got no idea, but it needs to be done. We can't just sit around and have titles for laughs, then we would be assholes. No, we gotta fight to stay the best! Because being the best of nothing..well..then we'd suck.
Truer words have never been spoken of champions, and they knew the consequences for not doing what they needed to do as champions! Standing up now, Kiss would look to his partner and reach out a hand, Fallen shaking his head a moment as he wasn't about to be drawn in by the overtly cheesy moment, Kiss clearly understanding as he would nod a moment later and took a serious expression a moment, staring to his partner intently.
Thunderkiss: Good call! But can it wait until after Ragnarok? I mean, I've got some unfinished business to take care of.
Seeming to understand the logic before not biting off more then you can chew when your not done with your last meal Fallen was quite quick to accept this, nodding in agreement as he took a step back, seeming to have an epiphany of the night ahead of him, and just how little he'd accomplished so far.
FSX: Hmm...Good point. Speaking of unfinished business, I've got to go teach a stupid child how to grow up. That and I've got a match later on!
Thunderkiss: Alright, let's do the best we can then buddy! You finish vomiting, I'll see you more after the show!
Giving a thumbs up and patting his partner on the back, Kiss wouldn't waste anytime making his way out of the room quickly and without a word as Fallen was left there dumbfounded, soon letting out a groan as he reached down to clutch at his stomach and tremble a bit, soon stumbling over to the bathroom once again to proceed to do just what he had been doing earlier.
FSX: Right!!...Wait...fuck...more vomiting. Ugh.
Soon only the loud groans of the tag champion were heard and he, for whatever inexplicable reason would continue to purge himself again and again of whatever horrible things had been put in him a few moments ago. Such a terrible sickness is one of success however, so he couldn't feel too bad about it. After all, both of them had big nights ahead of them, hoping to come up with big victories as well. They were trying to push themselves harder toward Ragnarok, and prove they deserve the shots they get. Prove they can compete with everyone. Prove they were still champions!
Fade out.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:46:00 GMT -5
Segment: The less-anticipated return you've all been waiting for (Credit: XS3)
We now cut to the backstage area where we enter a room with a black curtain in the background. In two steel chairs are Ken Dante and Punished Fox, the guitarist-drummer tag team of Demon Inc. Standing behind them is bassist Maximus Dungeon, who folds his arms.
Ken: Good evening, ACW public. You already know me but just in case, my name is Ken Dante.
Fox: And I'm Punished Fox. Fwa-cha.
Maximus: And I'm Maximus Dungeon… Though you can call me Jon if you want.
The three of them collectively nod as Fox randomly adjusts his invisible tie. Maximus shoots a "WTF" look to the drummer.
Ken: Now people have been asking… "Why should you two care about what happens between Dan and Matt?" Well, we felt that we needed to interject ourselves to combat the forces of the Royles, though we're fully aware Matt can fight his own battles. Tonight marks our first match in about a year since our feud with Alex Richmond didn't exactly pan out…
Fox: >_>
Ken: Regardless, we're determined to give the Royles sheer hell while Matt and Dan fight it out in the main event tonight.
Fox: All right, my turn to talk. Pat McGroin and Ivor Biggin, hahaha! Those are such original names! "Hey guys, let's name ourselves after penises! We're so clever!" As far as I'm concerned, you two are goons who must've got really lucky to become Fallout Tag Team Champions! If we were in Fallout instead of ACW last year, we would have been more than happy to mop the floor with you clowns! But now, we stand from our sides of the ring to determine who the better tag team is. And Royles, we plan on being the better team.
Maximus: And I shall attend ringside to make sure that Dan doesn't show his face during the match. With all this said, good luck Royles. You'll need it.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:46:12 GMT -5
Segment: You'll Regret This, I Guarantee It (Credit: Train)
We open inside of Craig Lewis' office. He looks down at some papers and writes on a separate one. His office door gets kicked open, much to his surprise. He jumps a bit then looks in the doorway. Train steps in, holding his head, which has been recently bandaged from the earlier assault. Train groans as he steps inside and sits down.
Thunder Train: What do you want Craig?
Craig: That's Mr. Lewis! Why does nobody call me by my proper title?
Thunder Train: I don't know. Now, I really want to know why you called me in here. My head hurts like a motherfucker and I have a match later!
Craig: Well Train, do you remember the New Year's Show that ACW had?
Thunder Train: The show where I kicked Kudo's ass? Yeah I remember that.
Craig: Do you even know what happened Train?
Thunder Train: What I just said. Are you listening to me?
Craig: I'll take that as a no. Thankfully I have a video for you.
Craig clicks a nearby remote and his television pops on.
Thunder Train: That is shopped footage. Is Dace in here?
Craig: Listen Train, I went over some documents that Gingerdude had neglected. I found a very interesting one. It was a paper for you go to to Alcoholics Anonymous.
Thunder Train: WHAT? For one little night of partying? You can't be serious.
Craig: I am. He also wanted you to go on Celebrity Fit Club in order to lose some weight.
Train's expression just went from "I can't believe this" to "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" Train hops up and gets in Craig's face.
Thunder Train: ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?
Craig: N-No Train. I'm not. Gingerdude made the paper. But I do agree with this. You need help Train and I think you should go do it.
Thunder Train: What if I refuse?
Craig: I'll have to fire you.
Thunder Train: FIRE ME?
Craig: I'll give you the weekend to think about this Train. Just remember what will happen if you choose not to...
Thunder Train: You're gonna regret this Craig. So much....you better watch out....
Train gives an eerie stare at Craig and slowly backs up shaking his head. He closes the door and Craig shivers a bit. He goes back around his desk and continues working on the papers as we fade out.
Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:46:27 GMT -5
Segment: You got what for me now? (Credit: Mikaru Daiety)
The Alpha-tron goes to static before the static cleared it shown Mikaru facing some unknown wrestler. The male tried to counter an Irish whip with a clothesline which Mikaru ducks and waits for the man to stop before he turns the male around and nails him with the Daiety Devistator.
Mikaru quickly goes for the cover and the ref slides down.
Ref: 1,2,3
Mikaru stood up and pulled the man up to be a good sport and slid out of the ring. He grabbed a towel, and began to dabb the sweat off his face, he wrapped it around his neck and wiped off some more sweat as a distant clapping is heard. The camera pans over seeing a man in a slick white and gold suit.
Mik: Mr. Marie, it's a pleasure to see you. What do I owe you with this visit?
Marie: Mikaru, I didn't know how you'd do in the ring since your accident in ECF...so I was hesitant when you walked into my office asking to join ACW...but as your agent, I gotta make you happy, and that performance just now put my faith back into you.
Mik: We'll have to wait on your faith until ACW puts me into a match, after all...someone that I've practiced against before is different than facing a new opponent.
Marie: Don't say that...hey...remember your return to ECF the first time?
Mik: You mean against Tyson?
Marie: Yes thats him! You blew the roof off that joint! You defeated an undefeatable opponent, and then you won a two vs one handicap. You earned the title you weild so proudly...'The Master of the Odds'
Mik: I know how I earned my title...but here it's a clean slate...Do you have anything else you wish to say?
Marie: Yes I do...infact...I wanted to present you with this.
Marie digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out what appears to be a action figure dressed in Mikaru's attire.
Marie: your own action figure! HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!
Mikaru takes a deep breath and slaps hsi forehead with his palm and looks into the sky with a 'why me' look.
Mik: I don't need an action figure...What I need is a chance by ACW...and once I step into the ring...get the three count...I'll begin my climb to the top of ACW. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to shower...
Mikaru took two steps off the camera, and then leans in and holds up a finger and snatches the Action Figure from Marie's hand. Before walking off goofing around with the figurine.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:46:45 GMT -5
Segment: Is That YOU?… Will Smith? Credit: Steele/FSX Ah… it’s a Thursday… again. So that simply means that another edition of Meltdown is on it’s way. Well actually it’s already started but you get the idea. But what else does it mean? Of course the answer to that is easy… Jake Steele and the rest of RSXZ are booked. Yet tonight this isn’t any ordinary match, no… this is the equal to Ragnarok, actually you could say tonight’s match is an ode to Ragnarok and the entire month of January. Because Jake Steele, Thunder Train, XS3 and Jay Zero have to compete against four pissed off men who want to crack their SKULLS OPEN! Okay… maybe just three of them do, cause after last week the fourth man on Team “TSRDKDWFSX!” really could care less about some huge multi-man rivalry, cause he got what he wanted; the ACW World Tag Team Titles! Yes we’re talking about Fallen Souls, who as this scene fades in is seen walking down the halls of ACW with his title over his shoulder and a extra kick in his step compared to his mood to last week. He isn’t exactly peppy, but you could say that even with the psycho and slightly ex-girlfriend like Danny Mainer on his tail, FSX is calm. Well atleast he is until THIS happens…~!SWOOSH!~ Steele - HA! RIGHT IN YO FACE THUNDERBITCH! IN YO - Oh damn.[/color] Looking around the corner, Steele sees that these weren’t the droids that he was looking for. Instead, with brass knuckles and a baseball bat in his hand, Steele swung for the fences of what he thought was Thunderkiss’ face, but instead just missed the now stunned face of Fallen Souls.FSX: Why doesn't this surprise me..? What the fuck is wrong with you?! Steele - My bad, usually you wit’ TK so I thought if you were around, he would be too.[/color] FSX: Well, that explains everything. Because I follow the man around everywhere, and cling to his leg in fear when trouble brews, right? Ohh, Daddy Thunderkiss! Please protect me from this dumbass! Seriously, I'm not his fucking shadow...but...thinking about it, how did you even know anyone was coming around that corner? Steele - Morgan Freeman told me.[/color] Awkward silence.FSX: Well, that explains that...Anyway, is it safe to assume you have some reason to want to cause Kiss to die a painful, painful death? Because that seems like the popular thing to do nowadays. Steele - I already said dat I wanted to deflate dat roided up muthafucka last week. But Monday I got a little caught up with dat nigga RDK…[/color] FSX: Aha...well, I suppose that you have your priorities on who to kill first in order. Another awkward silence.Steele - So uh… yeah, about dat money dat I owe you…[/color] FSX: Just forget about the money, Steele. We both know it's not happening. Somewhere nearby we can hear the sound of a cash register opening, and the b-boy inside of Steele could probably drop to the ground and breakdance right about now. Everyone knows that Steele isn't the best when it comes to paying someone... and now he's in the clear. Might as well be on his way now that he's got that settled.Steele - Oh, well, I’mma go kill ya bitch ass friend now. Tell him to watch his back, and shit like dat.[/color] Steele throws up the peace sign and brushes past Fallen, who cocks his face to the side and scoffs, before turning around and grabbing Steele by the arm. Steele, who was trying to get away pretty quick has been pulled back by the Triple Crown Champion, and as Steele turns around to face him, he sees that his calm expression during their brief exchange has grown back to that of the anger he showed last week. Blood is boiling deep down within FSX, and unfortunately for Steele he is about to find that out firsthand…FSX: Yeah, I said to forget about the money. I didn't say to prance off and to forget about what you just fucking did. Steele - I missed![/color] FSX: Which makes it alright to indiscriminately swing a bat at someones head? Bull fucking shit! Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the rights to prance around and do whatever the fuck you want, then leave a moment later as if nothing even happened?! Not one man in this business has earned the right to do that, and you only just crawled into it a year ago as far as I can tell. Your a child running around doing as he pleases, and taking no responsibility for his actions! When did I become ACW's babysitter? Seriously, I'm getting tired of setting you kids straight! Steele - Ain't nobody gotta babysit m-[/color] FSX: Who gave you permission to speak?! Do I look like I'm done yet? No, I've barely even started. You see, I have to deal with people like you ever single day. Who think they are above everyone else, yet will only subtly show it. That think they have no reason to show respect to others, because their too damn busy living as some kinda superstar. I'll admit, just about everyone falls into this dumbass state at least once in their lives, but have you ever got out of it? Has there ever been a single moment you stopped and thought about what you did? The people you beat to get to become a champion, the journey to get to the top. Have you taken a fucking second to think about the past, or do you just shout out something profane and raise your arm in victory? Steele - I don't need to think about da past. I'm lookin' to da future, and I got big plans for den, so lookin' at shit I did before ain't gonna effect what I do here and now. You dig?[/color] FSX: See, this is exactly what I mean! If you just paid a tiny bit of attention to the past you might just become humble, and you might just deserve your place. But until that happens, no matter what you say or how many people cheer for you, or simply hate you, there will be no reason to respect you. And after that Fallen has simply nothing left to say. He doesn't even take time to scoff or take one final look at Steele, as he goes off to his next destination. It's hard to tell if those words really meant something to the man who is now standing alone, with only his brass knuckles and his baseball bat to keep him company. And for the time being, it will remain unknown. Because despite being verbally knocked down a few steps on his ladder to the top, Steele still has a mission for tonight. A mission... which he plans to accomplish.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:47:59 GMT -5
Match 1: Demon Inc. vs. The Royles (Credit: Dan White)
This match is sure to be a great forerunner to the Pay Per View a week on Saturday, with XS3 and Dan announcing a Ragnarok-style 4 on 4 elimination match. And four competitors from that match are in this one, with The Royles and Dante and Punished Fox from Demon Inc. in the ring. Biggin and Punished Fox start out, and the match at first starts out pretty innocently, with Fox and Biggin circling the ring, giving each other suplexes, reversing holds, that kind of stuff. A quick tag is made to Dante, and Biggin is thrown over the top rope with a double move. McGroin wants to interfere, but is stopped by the ref. Dante tries to work on Biggin, but Biggin manages to escape him with a great T-Bone Suplex, and scrambles over to make the tag on McGroin.
McGroin comes in and looks like he's ready for a fight, using his fists against Dante, against the referee's wishes, and after numerous punches is given an official warning by the ref for using closed fists. McGroin then stops, but Dante responds with a huge lariat, knocking him off his feet. He goes for a leg drop, planting it perfectly, but he's unable to get the pin. He tries a hurricanrana next, but McGroin reverses it into a Powerbomb. For some reason, this causes utter chaos to descend on the ring, as both Biggin and Punished Fox enter, and all four men begin to fight in the centre of the ring. The referee tries to maintain some democracy, but is unables, panicking and ultimately calling for the bell, which angers the fans.
But that's not the end of the action, as The Royles decide to get some weaponry, taking two steel chairs. Punished Fox manages to wrestler a chair off Biggin, and there's a stand-off, which is met with dire consequences, as chairs are thrown all over the place. It takes about ten referees and backstage security guards to separate the four, and they're all dragged in different directions as the camera fades.
WINNER: No Contest
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:48:27 GMT -5
Segment: Pain? The only way to deal with it is just like every other man - ignore it. Credit: Josh Robertson The scene opens up just a short walk away from the ACW arena...at the beach. Like any self respecting island ACW Island has a gold sand beach that glistens in the moonlight. However, we are not here to admire the scenery nor are we here for leisure; we are here to observe the plight of one man. You could say it is self inflicted, or even well deserved but that doesn't stop it still hurting, does it? Either way, everyone whether they like to admit it or not loves nothing more than to see at somebody worse off than they are, so we are doing just that!
Slowly in this distance an object can be seen making its way nearer. As it approaches the large black dot slowly grows into the form of a human shape as a man can be seen slowly walking across the planes of sand. With the man coming into full view we can now see he is donning an attire of a black jacket and blue jeans. This man is none other than ACW Superstar Josh Robertson. Robertson has the look of a troubled man. He looks lost. The usual confidence and self assurance has drained away from his face to reveal a man miles away from the one seen on national television. Seemingly struggling to decide where to stop as he glances around and pauses at several locations, this is a man that has been shocked to the core by the revelation of the betrayal of the closest thing he ever had to a true father.
Robertson turns to face the big blue ocean, as he looks at the waves his expression remains the same. He looks to be in deep thought but also at the same time unable to comprehend the thoughts that are going around in his head...but then again who would? He came to ACW by the side of his mentor to what he thought was aid his vision of what wrestling should be, but it had turned out this was nothing more than a cover story for a bitter old man to try and get his "revenge". As Robertson slowly knelt down onto the sand and ran his hand through the fine grains of sand, he questioned whether a word Bill had ever said to him was real, or was it all fake, designed to let Bill have a "toy" to do all the work for him when he needed it.
Getting back to his feet Robertson lets out an agonised sigh. Where does he go from here? Should he confront Bill? Could there really be any other explanation? Robertson may not exactly be life-wise, but even he knew when he had been duped. He knew that there was no turning back. He had been left alone in the world. Again. The loneliness that he had felt as a child suddenly began to come flooding back, sending shivers through his spine. Through all the times of trying to make Bill happy over the past 2 months, carrying out all the requests asked of him, he at least had a sense of belonging and having someone that cared about him.
Well, this was gone. Forever. As Robertson felt the tide beginning to reach his feet he knew that a decision had to be made. Hell, he had a match against Chris Williams tonight too. Bill may have taught him everything "he knew" but that wasn't going to stop him doing what he loved and that was to wrestle. Continuing to stare at the ocean Robertson seemingly felt comfort as it soaked his feet. With the pain burning away at the inside of him Robertson made the same mistake that many men before him have - he decided to ignore it. Slowly backing away but still facing the ocean Robertson had all but with one thing to say... Josh Robertson: I guess it is time I started taking matters into my own hands, isn't it?As Robertson continues to back away before finally turning and heading back in the direction he came from, it becomes clear that things are far from over in this saga of events.
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