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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:49:55 GMT -5
”Yesterdays: Mystery Guest?” Credit: Danny Mainer ”Get Busy” by Sean Paul plays only the music stops when a big-ass question mark appears on the screen to signal a mystery guest. As is per usual Mr. Mainer sits in his lavish office but this time he’s dressed in nothing but his boxer shorts throwing caution to the wind as regards to the amount of cold air rushing in through the broken window behind him. Having caught him scantily clad, a fair chunk of the younger male and female demographic scream themselves hoarse for Danny Mainer’s nearly nude photo. Danny can’t hear this, but if he would he’d probably smirk. Despite being in no clothes he seems all business and without further delay he finally starts his speech.Danny Mainer: ”Hello and welcome to Yesterdays, the show where we take a look back at ACW superstars and find out what they’re doing in the here and now. Last weeks episode was of course cancelled so I could throw a man off a building and we were supposed to interview Andrew Starr but he’s since pulled out. However, my guest THIS week is a superstar of astronomical proportions. When you think of female competitors, who do you think of? That’s right, Yoko Satoshi and Sarin. This week however we’re taking a different spin, we’re going to look at the one and only leading redhead fine-ass lady of ACW, Ms. Alicia Laureano!”The crowd boo, as most of the ACW fans are AK blow-hards anyways but Danny isn’t deterred from his original purpose.Danny Mainer: ”Now! On with the clip!”The perfect American Dream style home is shown and waving from the doorstep is Alicia and Victor Mainerinho smiling. They’re very obviously split-screened and on the left side we have Alicia wearing a floral print dress with her long red wig tied back in a ponytail. It’s strange seeing Danny dressed as Alicia, he really went the whole way with appearance including shaving his stubble and washing his hair with Herbal Essences and the androgynous psychopath even looks… kinda’ hot. Wait, what am I saying?! Nevermind. On the other side is Danny Mainer in a Super Crazy style bodysuit with the curly hair and a pizza box for a hat making his hair incredibly greasy. They look a pair. It cuts to Danny sat next to a VERY pregnant Alicia, horribly OTT on the obese thing.Alicia Mainerinho: ”Well hello there chap! How can I help you today my jolly good brethren?”Danny Mainer: ”I hope we’re not related, not after that night on the Omega Effect tour.”Alicia Mainerinho: ”Me too! Victor still doesn’t know about it, it was a fantastic show though, pip pip!”Danny Mainer: ”You’re almost good with your mouth as you are with sending Hunter packing. You’re like the only English girl I’ve ever met with good teeth!”Alicia Mainerinho: ”Well thank you very much indeed for that smashing compliment my dear heart! Would you like a cup of tea?”Danny Mainer: ”No thanks. Say, what do you all day now that your ankles have swollen up bigger then your head?”Alicia Mainerinho: ”Well, sex with Victor has been lacklustre to the tenth degree! I mean, now that I’m pregnant he couldn’t get it up if I flashed him a picture of the Mexican one from My Name is Earl! Of course, there’s little I can do about that so I just end up watching Murder She Wrote and slipping a f-“Danny Mainer: ”Shhhh! Now, listen, Alicia. I have to ask. What was your secret to becoming world champion?”Alicia Mainerinho: ”Eating crisps, working damn hard and having a cute pet cat to help me score ratings my good chum Mr. Mainer! My matches as champion were smashing displays!”It cuts to one last look of Danny trying to look up Alicia’s dress but then it changes back to Danny Mainer in the office again this time fully dressed in a Christian Dior suit with a big gold medallion. Inconsistent or hu-whut?Danny Mainer: ”After the interview, me and Alicia had a chitty chitty bang bang and we felt that Victor had to know what happened between us. Watch now as Victor’s world gets completely rocked from head to toe.”Cut to pregnant Alicia Mainerinho and Victor Mainerinho lying in bed with the pregnant lady rubbing his bare-naked chest. He’s still wearing the grubby pizza box on his head despite the fact he’s only wearing jeans. Victor’s reached that special age by where he may struggle to garner an erection by now obviously which is why they’re denim jeans and not tent jeans.Alicia Mainerinho: ”Listen babe, I have some not so smashing news to tell you. Y’know these babies?”Victor Mainerinho: ”Que?”Alicia Mainerinho: ”They’re Danny Mainers. He was the one who-“Victor swings for Alicia before she can finish the sentence but right before the impact on this act of televised domestic abuse the transmission cuts and the credits don’t even roll. There’s just a loud and annoying bleep with a green background before cutting into the next segment.FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:51:05 GMT -5
Attempt at a legacy, Halted, not ended[/size][/u] (Credit: "The Damez" Damian Deniro) There is only so much time that we have on this earth, only so much time to send a message to those we care about, and to leave our mark on the world. There are men such as Martin Luther King who’s impact is everlasting, there are people like Alexander the Great who’s impact is often overlooked, and then there are people who’s chance at greatness, at leaving an indelible mark in their lifetime are blocked for whatever reason. For some they are the reason for their own demise, whether it is substance abuse, lack of motivation or simply choosing not to reach their potential. For many people however they are a victim of circumstance, whether it is because they are born into poverty, are in the wrong place at the wrong time, or they are affected by the decisions of others. [/center] Primed for a rise to the pinnacle of the wrestling world, the man who in two thousand and eight took the world by storm had their chance at immortality cut short. The decisions of others having negative consequences on him. The man who was destined to be a champion, who it was said it was only a matter of time before his conquest of the wrestling world never reached that point. His company shut down, appearing to slam shut the door on a promising career.
For months he sat on the sideline, waiting, watching. The internet was abuzz with rumours about where he would sign, that it was impossible that someone of his stature and in the prime of his career would choose to hang it up for good, but it appeared that was the case. One day in November however the wrestling world thought they had their answers, he was rumoured to be making his return on a grand stage but it never happened, an unscrupulous federation had falsely stated that they had signed him to a contract, hoping to capitalize on his name. He however had not signed a contract with them, and did not make his return. So the wrestling world was forced to wait longer as, as he chose to bide his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to start his ascent back to the top of the world.
Now it appears as if he has chosen to make his comeback, the hopes and prayers of his followers have been answered. The “American Gangster” is poised to make his return to the ring, to once again prove that despite his situation, that despite the hardships he has faced to make it this far, that no body will stand in his way, that no one will be able to stop his pursuit of that which was stolen from him, a chance at a legacy. For his journey is not only for himself, but for those who were robbed of their dreams, that were unable to weave their own destinies. ACW prepare for him, prepare for his arrival. Stay awake. Be ready was the words in the bible for you do not know the hour of his second coming, but for the second coming of the American Gangster the time is known…
Ragnarok…January 31st. [/u][/b][/color][/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:51:22 GMT -5
Segment: Ask not what your Champion can do for you.... Credit: Dave Tyler As we cut to the next segment, the camera focuses in on an ACW logo, which has been stuck on to the front of a podium. The camera slowly moves up to reveal Dave Tyler standing behind it, standing with a straight back and a serious look on his face. His hair is tightly pulled back into a small pony tail, and he is wearing his best suit and tie. He rests his hands on the side of the podium; there is no sense of fun in the Candyman tonight... Dave: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. This week has been a highly historic week not only in the history of America, but also all around the world. Barack Obama (Who I’ll take a wild guess will be mentioned many a times here tonight <_<) was sworn in to the White House this week, becoming the President of the United States. And what a man he is. But I’m not here tonight to look for some cheap pops. I will leave that sort of speech to my fellow ACW superstars who will no doubt be as excited about the future as I am. No. Tonight, I am here to talk about a very different sort of race to power. I am of course talking about the race to become the next ACW Entertainment Champion.
Myself and Chris Williams have been doing battle for this championship for several weeks now, and it would appear as if the battles are coming close to an all out war. We’ve already said that we need to settle this in a way that determines an ultimate winner. For those keeping track, we’ve now had two matches, and both ended in draws. That’s not good. And one could certainly question the entertainment value of such results. But regardless, we’ve been trying our damned hardest, and all this is going to take is for one of us to slip up. And that is something that I personally refuse to do.
Last Monday night, I managed to pick up a win over the “God of War”, and as much as I may have mocked him on the show, the man should not be underestimated. He is in ACW for a reason and I respect him a whole lot. And tonight, Chris goes up against Josh Robertson, another young guy who is fast rising through the ranks. Chris, you’re going to have to bring your a-game to beat Josh, just like you’ll have to do so to beat me as well. Can you do that Chris? I brought my best when I fought McKaye, and I won. Now it’s your turn to return the sentiment.
Loyal ACW fans, ask not what your Entertainment Champions can do for you, but what you can do for your champions. Stand in the arenas and shout of your heads. And I promise you that I will do my best to entertain you all to the best of my abilities. Do I think I have what it takes to become the next Entertainment Champion? Do I think that I can climb that ladder of success and become a man of the people, a man that you the fans can look at and tell me that you are entertained by me? Can I become the next ACW Entertainment Champion?
YES I CAN!################### The increasingly familiar static engulfs the screen, blocking out all pictures of Dave Tyler. The noise is grating but only lasts for a few seconds, before the pictures starting popping up on the screen again... This time, a third picture pops up.... The static appears again, before the picture cuts back to.... ################## . ..Dave Tyler, standing at his podium. Except now, another man has joined him; one of the ACW staff wearing earphones and holding a small monitor in his hand. The two watch it, as Tyler looks back up, realising he’s back on air. He looks at the man, pissed. Dave: That just went out over my segment again? Man: Yes sir. Someone in the production truck must have set it playing, interrupting your feed.Dave: Someone in the production truck? Right, let’s get this sorted out right now.Dave walks round the podium, and heads for the door. The camera man follows him, obviously jogging to keep up with Dave, who is striding through the hallways of the ACW arena, taking corners at full speed. The camera man is struggling to keep up, as a door opens to Dave’s right. Alan Elfdris steps out of the dressing room, microphone in hand; seeing Tyler, his face lights up.Alan: Dave, I was just coming to look for you. Any chance of an interview?Dave: Busy! Move.Dave shoves by Alan, and heads to the end of the hall. He opens up a fire escape door, and as the camera man follows out after him, we find ourselves out in the parking lot. Dave is already halfway to the production trucks, and as the cameraman tries to catch up, Dave launches himself up the steps. He starts pounding on its door, trying to get someone to open up.Dave: Oi! Open up! It’s Dave Tyler, and I need to talk...A man opens the door, looking angrily at Dave and the camera.Man: I know. See, that’s a camera and this is where we see what they are recording. Dave: Grand, that means you know why I’m here then! What the hell is with the videos? Why do I keep getting interrupted every week? Who the hell is behind this?Man: I don’t know, if I’m being honest. The videos are coming in from somewhere in the vicinity of the ACW building. I suppose they are hacking in via a private satellite, and masking their signal with a high tech subliminal cybernet.Dave: Really?Man: No, you idiot. This isn’t CSI ACW. I’ve been told to play those tapes, and when I’m getting paid, I do my job. Understand? Whoever is sending those messages doesn’t matter to me? Understand? Now, we’ve got a job to do.... The man slams the door shut in Dave’s face, before he can reply. Dave climbs down a few steps and sits down on them. Contemplating. Alan Elfdris walks up to him, but Dave pays him no attention.Alan: Dave? Any comments? Dave sighs and shakes his head, before getting up and walking off. Alan shrugs at the camera, as we...
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:51:53 GMT -5
Getting Psyched Jack Jefferson
Jack Jefferson is sat in his locker room. He is already in his ring gear ahead of his upcoming gauntlet challenge. His head is bowed and he appears deep in thought, thoughts which come crashing down around him as there is a knock at the door. Jefferson’s head snaps up as he turns to face the door, his face a painting of displeasure.
Jefferson: Who is it and what the fuck do you want?
The door opens slightly and the man who definitely deserves an award for “World’s Most Annoying 2008” pops his head around it. I am, of course, talking about Kevin Anderson – ACW’s resident ant at a picnic. Jefferson shoots Kevin a look that simply says “What?!”
Kevin: Oh, right, yeah. Well, I was wondering if I could get a few words about the challenge issued by Jonny Spade last week. Do you feel fully prepared?
At this point Kevin has made his way into the room, shutting the door behind him.
Jefferson: Well before you showed up and interrupted me that’s exactly what I was trying to fucking well do!
Kevin: But...it just looks like you were sat down, on your own.
Jefferson: Oh fuck me, you really are ridiculously stupid aren’t you? I was getting prepared mentally you cretin! Before a match you have to get focused on the task in hand, you have to take some time to think about what you’re going to do when you get out there and exactly how you’re gonna do it. You have to get in the zone!! Just because I’m as great as I am doesn’t mean I’m going to rest on my laurels. Granted I can beat anyone at any given time but tonight I face three different men. I don’t know who they are and how they wrestle. That puts a bit of a spanner in the works wouldn’t you say?!
Kevin: Err...yes?
Jefferson: Course it does! It makes it much more difficult to prepare for. Now, fuck off and leave me to get ready before I take that microphone and put it somewhere you really don’t want it to be!
Kevin: Where’s tha--
Jefferson punches the microphone out of Kevin’s hand and stands up. The fear is evident in Kevin’s face as Jefferson looks down at him and he makes an effort not to make eye contact. This decision is taken out of his hands and Jefferson clasps his around Kevin’s face and forces him to look at him.
Jefferson: Let me make this very simple for you, you fucking retard! If you’re not out of my locker room in 5 seconds I’m going to give you a personal demo of what I’m gonna do to my three opponents tonight!! Would you like to see the first hand results of my preparations?!
Kevin shakes his head, he does have some difficulty due to Jefferson’s hand holding his head in place but you get the idea.
Jefferson: I thought not. So now...get the fuck out!
Jefferson tosses Kevin aside by his face, making him fall sideways on the couch so that he has to scramble to his feet to make his exit. Watching Kevin’s panic as he dashes out of the door brings a smirk to Jefferson’s face which lingers for a while before he goes back to thinking once again. He’s going to need to in the zone if he’s going to be able to overcome three different opponents later on tonight!
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:52:42 GMT -5
Match 2: Wayde Russeller vs. Trent Goodwin-- One Fall to a Finish (Credit: "The Damez" Damian Deniro)
This match sparked the return of a former Entertainment Champion, and the debut of a cocky new comer billing himself as “The Franchise. For Wayde, the baddest man on the planet, he looked to remind the ACW faithful of what he could accomplish in the ring, as well as re-asserting himself as a contender for the Entertainment Championship that he lost. For Trent Goodwin, the impact of beating a former champion in his ACW debut would immediately vault him onto the radars of the ACW fans and be a bright start to a career in ACW.
The Beginning
The match started off with Trent Goodwin trying to push the pace and succeeding. A collar and elbow tie up started the match, appearing to be to the advantage of Wayde Russeller. Wayde backed Trent into a corner and broke the hold, but before he could connect with a knife ends chop Trent ducked out of the way and pushed Wayde into the corner. Two European uppercuts rocked Wayde, before Trent went and took it up a notch executing a beautiful monkey flip that sent Wayde soaring through the air before ceding to gravity and crashing to the mat. As Wayde tried to get to his feet Trent connected with an énziguri to the temple that floored Wayde. Trent quickly went for the cover but was only able to get a two count. Trent immediately pulled Wayde up, but not for long as he kept pushing the pace with a snapmere and then a kick to the back, stunning Wayde. Trent hit the fair ropes running and hit a low drop kick once again flattening Wayde for a two count. As Trent got to his feet Wayde rolled out of the ring , shaking his head obviously not having got off to the start he wanted to in his return to ACW.
The Middle [/b] After gathering himself Wayde Russeller slowly climbed back into the ring, making sure that Goodwin could not catch him off his guard. The two circled before Wayde extended one arm with his hand open challenging Trent to a test of Strength. Trent accepted and took his hand but Wayde dropped out and delivered a knee to the gut, doubling Trent over. A clubbing blow to the back ensued dropping Trent to one knee. As he tried to get back to a solid base Wayde delivered with a toe kick before taking Trent down with a High Angle Front Falling Inverted DDT. Wayde rolled him over and hooked the outside leg, but was unable to put Trent away as he kicked out at two. Wayde pulled Trent to his feet looking to put an end to the match as he put him onto his shoulders and completed an Airplane Spin before taking him down with a thunderous lariat. The match appeared to be over as Wayde hooked the leg and rolled up onto the shoulders of Trent, but still Trent managed to hang on grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to break up the fall. As Maxwell McNally and “Fast” Eddie Eddison hyped how good the match had been to that point, Wayde Russeller rolled to his feet and waited for Trent to get to up, his intent malicious in nature. The EndTrent Goodwin slowly crawled to his feet, looking to be hanging in by a slim thread of hope. As he got over still doubled Wayde Russeller charged in, looking to hit the Southern Justice but Trent Goodwin ducked out of the way forcing Wayde to hit the ropes. On the rebound Wayde looked to hit a lariat but Trent ducked under it and went off the far rope at which point Wayde caught him with a rolling elbow that resulted in a two and a half count. Wayde rolled to his feet, flustered at the fact that the high impact move did not finish Trent Goodwin. Trent slowly got to his feet still feeling the effects of the elbow and Wayde took advantage, with a knee to the gut doubling Trent over. Wayde broke into a gallop hitting the ropes before coming back and connecting with the Southern Justice for the winning fall. The WinnerBy pinfall following a Southern Justice Wayde Ruseller[/u][/b][/center]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:54:08 GMT -5
“Karma” Credit: Macho Man RDK, Thunderkiss [Hot off his ACW World Tag Team Title win, Thunderkiss’ long, exhausting victory lap has caused several issues to slip his mind, mainly his bitter conflict with rivals Macho Man and Jake Steele. Now that the confetti has ceased and the roar of the crowd has died down it slowly returns to focus with an unexpected intrusion. As TK turns in the direction of his locker room door being busted in, he does a double take as he casts his vision on the man who he believes must have more brawn than brain. There stands the one and only Macho Man, who obviously has never been taught to knock first before entering. His ACW International Championship sits perfectly, strapped over his shoulder.] Thunderkiss: Well, look what the cat dragged in.Macho Man: Brudah, The Mach is by no means here to kick you in da crotch! Congratulations on the Monday Bananza.... Nacho or Macho, brudah...we gotta cut down that Jabroni Jemima Boy![/color] Thunderkiss: Mach’, please do me one favor and stop with the jibba jabba. Seriously, I have a headache and it’s making it worse. Now try to make a sentence that I don’t have to pull the “Macho Dictionary” out to try to comprehend.Macho Man: Jake Steele. I think that name has universal meaning to you and I both. He’s outta control, brudah. He needs to be reigned in and taught not to speak with the big kids are talking. You don’t like me and I can tell ya that the feeling is mutual brudah, but not long ago you shook my hand in the middle of the ring in a show of respect. This kid doesn’t know the meaning of that word. Why don’t you say you and I call a cease fire and take him to school? Thunderkiss *laughing*: You can’t be serious? Look, get lost, Mach’. The bottom line is that I don’t sweat this punk like you do. The day I have to worry about a two bit chump like Jake Steele is the day I should hang it up. Maybe that should tell you something. Catch my drift?Macho Man: I guess I was wrong about you. Should have known bettah. Fame changes people, and in your case, it turned you into an arrogant bastard. You gotta have class! You gotta have style... AND ALL THE PEOPLE KNOW, THAT NOBODY DOES IT BETTER - THAN THE MACHO MAN RANDY KANYON!Thunderkiss: Don’t confuse arrogance for confidence. I know what I can do; know how much I can take. If I were worried, you’d see it. I’ve been stabbed by Yoko’s croquet mallet. I’ve had “things” shoved down my mouth by Sarin. I’ve been grated like a piece of cheese in a steel cage by the Senator. I’ve even had a very unfortunate encounter with Alicia’s shoe. I’ve been through a lot of shit over the last two years brother and this is more of an amusing annoyance than a serious matter. Macho Man: Just don’t come crawling to me when they call your number.Thunderkiss: Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that Mach’. I wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. Now get the hell out of my locker room. [He doesn’t take this tongue lashing well. In true Macho fashion he one ups Thunderkiss before leaving his dressing room making it quite clear that there is a pecking order here in ACW and TK is lower down the ladder than he is. With his foot he kicks the room’s already injured door right off its hinges.] Macho Man: By the way, you need to get your door fixed.[Thunderkiss doesn’t pursue the matter for he has bigger fish to fry tonight. Or perhaps it should be smaller fish to fry considering his current interest is none other than Jake Cheng. Be that as it may, Macho’s words continue to haunt him but not in the way Macho had hoped for the tickle him with amusement.] Thunderkiss: *Scoff* What a loser! Me worry about RXSV. Or is it RVS3? Bah, what a stupid name. I mean, it's like they gave up on trying to name themselves and went with initials. Where is the creativity these days?![FADE]
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:54:34 GMT -5
Segment: Plain old interview (Credit: Mikaru Daiety)
Somewhere in the back of ACW
Random Man: Okay thats a wrap! Good job everyone!
Camera crews start to packing everything up, and one puts away the Mikaru Action Figure as Mikaru shakes his head and leaning against the wall.
Mikaru: Commercials are to much of a pain.
Marie: Mikaru...buddy
Mikaru: Speaking of a pain...
Mikaru pushes off the wall and walks forward, shaking the hand of Mr. Marie.
Marie: The commercial went well I hope?
Mikaru: Never have me do that again.
Marie: Small details...listen...I pulled some strings and I got a gentleman to come and interview you.
Mikaru: Oh really, who?
Kevin Anderson, walks up next to Mikaru as he shakes Mikaru's hand. Mikaru takes a deep breath and rubs his temples.
Kevin: Mikaru....I remember you when you first stepped in..you left me with that supermodel...
Mikaru: I honestly wish that I was with her right now...
Kevin: Such a kidder...
Mikaru: Whose kidding?
Mikaru looks around and sighs.
Mikaru: Lets get this done...
Kevin: Roll it...
The cameraman gives the signal, as Kevin puts the microphone up to his mouth.
Kevin: Kevin Anderson here with Mikaru, the Master of the Odds...Mikaru...Why did you chose to come to ACW.
Mikaru: That is a good question, and I've been answering all the emails I could that asked this...so let me say...that ACW is filled with elite wrestlers...and I am an elite...so I fit right in.
Kevin: Glad you think so highly of our company. So why don't you tell the viewers that don't know who you are...
Mikaru: I am the Master of the Odds...I come from the outskirts of St. Louis. I was born to wrestle, I was destined for greatness and the odds are always in my favor. As I said last time...ACW...give me your worst.
Kevin: Anything else, tell us about your past career as a Former-ECF wrestler
Mikaru: I was originally an ECF wrestler...The first week I arrived...I won the North American Championship, being branded as the first ever top title holder defeating Frank Washington in his specialty match, Ladder...and I went undefeated until the first Pay-Per-View Danger Zone, I was booked for a 3 Stages of Hell, a Street Fight, Steel Chain and Last Man Standing match were the three hells I had to go through...then later that night, I was in a triple threat for the ECF World Championship...I lost that as well. THe three matches cripled me for a month and I returned, facing an undefeated opponent Tyson Pheonix...Winning by a ring out count I tore the roof off the whole stadium.
Kevin: Sounds interesting...well-
Mikaru: There is more Kevin
Kevin: Oh sorry...
Mikaru: Now...the weeks after that, the man who put me on the injured list had formed a faction, Devestation Inc, I decided that I was going to have my own Vengance...So I went after his faction, having defeated Tyson, the DI's crown jewel, I tore through the rest of them, one after the other after the other, The owner, Debolt, now known as Alan and I were about to face off once again in the squared circle...but circumstances called that he had to leave ECF...my vengance not quenched, I went after who ever got in my way...making it to ECF's top PPV, Rebrith, I wasn't in line for the World Championship, nor did I want it...I was put for the Hardcore Championship, and I added another loss to my books. ECF then decided to join federations with some other fed, I decided to leave, so I turned my back to the whole Wrestling World, until...June 26 where the weeks prior ECF's General Manager begged me to return, and after hearing my victory over Tyson was a fluke...I asked that the condition that I get the World Championship match on my return. So, Tyson and I locked up again, we knew we were destined to do so...I have great respect for that man. The match not only blew the roof off...but I bet that a roof within a 10 mile radius was still on it's house.
Kevin: Wow...
Mikaru nods his head.
Mikaru: I may have lost that match...and then a few weeks later, I was assaulted, and the doctor said I should not return to the ring...but...Wrestling is me...it's who I am...it's my fuel...I'm not going to step away from it because a guy in a white trench coat tells me so. That Kevin...is my history in the ECF...and here in ACW...I plan on adding more history to my resume.
Kevin: Thank you for your time Mikaru...and I look forward to what we see here in ACW.
Mikaru nods his head before he walks off the camera, Kevin looks ahead and nods to the Camera.
Kevin: Back to you
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:54:55 GMT -5
”Stranglehold” Credit: Danny Mainer The familiar bassy intro of “Music for Chameleons” by Gary Numan hits as out of the curtain walks Raymond King the signature psychiatrist of one Danny Mainer with the man himself in tow. Raymond having never been out in front of a live audience before and figured that he should do it sooner rather then later. That of course was the plan for the night. The only people cheering the arrival is the teenage girls in the audience while the rest heckle and yell at the crazy English guy and his patient Danny. Raymond casually saunters down the ramp like he owns the place smirking at people in the crowd while Danny just wanders like a lost child, that is until he sees a child in the crowd. Danny leaps over to the crowd barrier at a blinding pace and barks like a wild dog sending the small kid into shock. He turns and cries as his mother thinks “That prick” while trying to reassure the child that it’s only pretend.Maxwell McNally: ”Great way to kick off the show here tonight hey Eddie? With Danny causing a kid to cry? The jerk.”Eddie Edison: ”Well let’s be honest, I don’t know if he has much control over this situation. Though you can tell that Raymond is absolutely loving this.”Raymond then casually swaggers up the stairs climbing through the middle and top rope while Danny rolls under the bottom one and into the ring. Ray then takes the microphone off of Phillip Jones and takes to the centre stage making sure that EVERY eye on the building is trained on him like a hawk and he does this by coughing while Danny just curls up into a ball on the floor.Raymond King: ”Hello ladies and gentlemen of the ACW galaxy! So glad to see all of you out here tonight, it’s a fantastic turnout and it’s great to know that myself and my patient Dan have so much of a GREAT fan base across the world. Make yourself heard guys and gals!”Maxwell McNally: ”Talk about a wind-up merchant. The uncle of Charlotte King sure knows how to play devils advocate!”Eddie Edison: ”I heard a rumour that he cut the elevator cables that Charlotte was in because she wouldn’t have sex with him!”Maxwell McNally: ”You’re aware that you’ve just broken numerous TV conduct codes right?”Eddie Edison: ”What now?””Shut the Hell Up!” chants roar through the audience like a hurricane followed by clapping. Cheap heel heat by Ray, but he’s a pretty damn cheap man if he extorts his niece for money. He continues with his discussion while Mainer lies in the foetal position.Raymond King: ”Those of you that hang in the parking lot may have seen me arriving to the building with Dan almost all the time. Most of you will know me by now but I feel it ought be best if you know just who I am. I’m Mr. Raymond Dean King of Norwich in England and let me tell you just what I’m doing for my patient here. I’ve revamped his training regime, I’ve redeveloped him psychologically and I’ve made him a better person in general. You can just see the positive effects dripping off him like sweat droplets at the speed of torrential rain. See, the thing I’m doing is supporting Danny in what HE wants to do, not what you want him to do. Do you know that even before he beat Fallen Souls for the International Champion his dream was to hit the big time? He never wanted that mediocre title, he wanted to be top of the world and now with me backing him every step of the way he’ll get that with ease. There’s nothing that you or any of the other dildo’s in the building can do to stop us. As part of Raymond King international, the alliance of UK and USA will take the world by storm by first and foremost stomping out Ching-Chong Chinaman Mr. X!”Eddie Edison: ”What an arrogant and bigoted jerk! I mean seriously, I don’t like this guy already. He’s just such an ignorant jackass.”Amazing amounts of heat for the Double Penetration sidekick, King smirks as he prepares another verbal battering for the man himself.Raymond King: ”Mr. X has been a thorn in the side of Jonathan Gingerdudes company and it’s sickening to watch him ruin this show with his unusual brand of witty banter with Thunderkiss and his regular sexual assault court-cases. Of course, Mr. Mainer is no better in that sense but when it boils right down to the meat of the meal Danny is superior in every sense. He could outwrestle Fallen Souls if he had a paper bag over his head and could out brawl him if both of his arms were cut off before the match and he had no anaesthetic… of course assuming he didn’t die of shock first. The point is, Mr. Mainer is one hundred times the competitor that Fallen is and at the pay-per-view, Ragnarok 2009 Danny Mainer is going to kick off this year with a BIG win over one of his notorious enemies. That’s not just speculating, that’s not just confidence, that’s just… The King’s Decree!”Maxwell McNally: ”Wow, I nearly felt my sides tear at that one. That was hilarious.”Ba-dum-TSH! Music for Chameleons hits again and the deadly duo exit stage left back through the entrance ramp again. Strong words for the current tag team champion but surely X must have words of his own right? Probably not. Find out on the next episode of Dragonball Z!FADE
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:55:15 GMT -5
The Jonny Spade Gauntlet Challenge Jack Jefferson/Jonny Spade
It’s time for the challenge Jonny Spade laid down on Warfare; Jack Jefferson, three other men, gauntlet match!! The crowd are well aware of this and various generic “Jefferson sucks!” signs can be seen dotted around the crowd as well as one saying “I’m No. 3!” The crowd goes wild as “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel plays and Jonny Spade walks through the curtain, wearing street clothes. He walks down the ramp, a big smile on his face, to the sound of pretty much the entire arena chanting his name and ensures he has time to do a little hand slapping on the way to the ring. As he rolls into the ring he is handed a microphone but he pauses for a couple of seconds in the centre of the ring to soak up the fans’ adoration before speaking.
Jonny: Right now it’s time for Jack Jefferson to put his money where his substantially sized mouth is. It’s time for the Three Man Gauntlet!
The crowd pop loudly for this and Jonny gives them time to cool down before he continues.
Jonny: Now, I could spend a lot of time talking pointlessly about exactly what’s going to happen next. I could go on a long rant about how Jefferson stands no chance and is simply going to end up embarrassed, but I fear I’d end up actually sounding like Jack Jefferson and that’s something nobody wants!
So, without further ado let me introduce the first participant...Jack Jefferson!
The crowd boo loudly as “Next Episode” by Dr Dre booms out of the speakers and Jack Jefferson walks out through the curtain. There is a noticeable difference in Jefferson’s walk, his swagger seems drastically reduced and the smirk on his face has been replaced by one of sheer concentration. Naturally, he ignores the fans at ringside so at least one thing hasn’t changed. As he reaches the ring he quickens his pace so that he is able to slide straight in.
He climbs onto the turnbuckle to his right, placing his right foot on the top rope whilst leaving his left on the middle rope and smirks at the audience below. He slaps his hands on his pectoral muscles and holds his arms out wide, forming a ‘gun’ with his index fingers and thumbs. He then hops down, dropping his jacket over the ropes, walks over to where Spade is stood and attempts to take the mic from Spade’s grasp. Spade, however, pulls the mic from his reach in order to announce the first competitor.
Jonny: Sorry Jeffie, no time for your self-promotional rant right now. Instead allow me to introduce your first opponent...GOONER!
“Gonna Fly Now” bursts onto the speakers and the G-Unit V2 member runs out to a decent pop from the crowd. In the ring Jonny climbs out and a referee slides in but Jefferson doesn’t notice, his entire focus is on Gooner who’s running to the ring. Oh, and if you wondered...yeah, the smirk is back in full force. As Gooner slides in the
*Bell Rings*
and Jefferson wastes no time in taking control by stomping on Gooner before dragging him to his feet in order to send him straight back down to the mat with a Snap Suplex. Jefferson then goes for the pin and receives a one count...well, I say he goes for a pin but all he does is lightly place his foot on Gooner’s chest in a show of disrespect. This riles the crowd and they boo loudly before starting a “Fuck him up Gooner!” chant. Jefferson then seems to totally disregard Gooner’s existence as he turns to address a couple of the crowd members in the front row, no doubt telling them that both they and Gooner are worthless and don’t deserve to be breathing the same air as the great Jack Jefferson. As Jefferson keeps on taunting the fans Gooner rises to his feet and walks over to where Jefferson is leaning over the ropes, pointing down at a fan, and taps him on the shoulder. Jefferson turns around and is taken by surprise as Gooner clocks him with a solid right, drawing an enormous pop from the crowd, and follows it straight up with another. Gooner then goes for the hat trick as he leaps into the air and clocks Jefferson with a dropkick, knocking him off his feet, but unfortunately Gooner ends up face planting himself as a finale to the manoeuvre.
Jefferson rises up before Gooner, anger on his face and a look in his eyes that says “The fun and games are over, it’s time to get down to business!” He walks over towards Gooner, who has just regained his vertical base, and drops him with a European Uppercut only to stand over him and talk trash. Gooner, with the crowd now firmly behind him, wastes no time in rising to his feet once again. Seeing this, Jefferson hits the rope and flies back at Gooner, hitting him with a running lariat the second he is upright again. The smirk is now back on Jefferson’s face as he deems himself to be in full control of the proceedings and he hauls Gooner to his feet, placing him in the corner, lighting his chest up with a vicious series of Knife-Edged Chops. He finishes with a shining wizard which leaves Gooner slumped on the ropes. Jefferson then adds insult to injury by hitting the Fallaway Moonsault before getting the inevitable three count.
The bell rings to signal the end of the first bout and Jefferson shoots a cocky smirk in Spade’s direction. Spade doesn’t respond but simply goes on to introduce the next opponent.
Jonny: One down, just two more to go huh Jack? Now it’s time to see how Gooner’s tag partner feels about that first bout because your next opponent is...GARY!
“Loser” by Beck hits and Gary comes charging out through the curtain and continues charging straight into the ring where he takes Jefferson by surprise, much to the crowd’s delight.
*Bell Rings*
Gary begins raining blows down on Jefferson, who has to cover up to minimise the effect of the blows, and continues doing so until the referee orders him to stop or face disqualification. This doesn’t deter Gary though, he simply runs in and hits Jefferson with a clothesline as he finds his feet in a none-too-dissimilar fashion to what Jefferson did to Gooner. Gary attempts to hit a second clothesline as Jefferson rises once again but this time he has the move scouted and instead Gary finds himself on the wrong end of an armdrag. Jefferson keeps Gary grounded as he stomps on his arm, yelling out “This is what you get for fucking clotheslining me!” and really going to work on it. Jefferson follows this up by locking in a Chickenwing Armlock, designed to further intensify the pain on Gary’s punching arm. Gary, after what seems like an age, manages to make his way to the ropes and forces the break on the referee’s 4 count.
Gary rises slowly to his feet, clutching his arm and in obvious pain, but that doesn’t stop him driving a boot into Jefferson’s gut as he approaches. Gary follows up by attempting a scoop slam. This, as it turns out, is a bad idea because Gary’s arm is causing him a lot of pain and that means he can’t lift Jefferson up. Instead, Gary collapses under Jefferson’s weight and only just manages to kick out before the two count. Unfortunately for Gary, Jefferson can now see the light at the end of the tunnel and he signals to the crowd that it’s all over as Gary gets to his feet. Jefferson then smashes Gary over his knee with a Ura-Nage into a Backbreaker. Jefferson then locks in a modified version of the Border City Stretch. The modification? He’s putting pressure on Gary’s damaged right arm rather than the usual left. Stranded in the centre of the ring Gary has no choice but to tap out and leave Jefferson one opponent away from victory, much to the chagrin of the fans. The bell rings to signal the end of the second match.
Jonny: I’m impressed. Speaking of impressive, it’s time for opponent number three...ALEX TRIXER!
“Mirror Mirror” by Blind Guardian hits the speakers and Alex Trixer walks out to a great reception from the fans. Someone, who clearly possesses mystical prediction powers, even holds up a “Trixer for Kids” sign. The young high flier smiles at the reception and holds his arms aloft before hitting the ring, not without slapping a few hands on the way down of course, and facing off with Jefferson
*Bell Rings*
Jefferson and Trixer lock up in the centre of the ring but the tie-up doesn’t last long as Jefferson stamps on Trixer’s foot and applies a wristlock. As Jefferson applies pressure Trixer sinks to his knees but then shocks Jefferson by headspringing to his feet and reversing the wristlock into a hammerlock. The crowd cheer loudly for Trixer’s flashiness but they are cut short as Jefferson drives his elbow into Trixer’s temple and drops him with a spinning enziguiri to the back of the head. Jefferson wastes little time pressing the advantage as he drags Trixer to his feet and plants him with a Brainbuster. Jefferson goes for the pin but only gets a two count. Jefferson, not satisfied, stomps on Trixer before heading for the corner and going for the first moonsault of the Trifecta but unfortunately he doesn’t even hit the moonsault from the bottom rope, let alone the other two.
As Trixer rolls out of the way of the moonsault he continues in one fluid motion up to his feet. He then takes position behind Jefferson and nails him with a flipping neckbreaker as he gets to his feet. Trixer then hops over the ropes onto the apron only to come flying back over the ropes with a slingshot elbow drop which the crowd pop loudly for. Trixer covers but he only manages to gain a two count, the crowd booing loudly as Jefferson escapes the cover. Trixer isn’t finished there, however, as he drops Jefferson like a sack of shit with a running spinning heel kick. With Jefferson knocked senseless on the mat Trixer points to the top rope and the crowd cheer extremely enthusiastically, just willing Trixer to defeat Jefferson. It just isn’t to be, however, as Jefferson rolls out of the way of Trixer’s Cosmos Crush.
Trixer lands awkwardly, on the back of his neck, and it signals the beginning of the end of the match as Jack Jefferson once more takes control. Determined to makes Trixer pay for coming close to beating him Jefferson hits one move after another, stringing them together in quick succession. The Release German Suplex followed by the Fireman's Carry into a Gutbuster followed by the Northern Lights Suplex followed by the Jump Swinging DDT has Trixer completely knocked for six. Jefferson, a smirk on his face, drags the groggy Trixer to his feet and drives him straight back down to the mat with his Blizzard Suplex. The three count is elementary by this point and the crowd boo as the referee raises Jefferson’s hand in victory. Jonny Spade seems reluctant to announce the winner as Jefferson poses atop the turnbuckle but he does so nonetheless.
Jonny: And the winner...Jack Jefferson!
Jefferson motions to a nearby crew member for a microphone and hops down off the turnbuckle once he has been passed one. The crowd boo and begin chanting “Shut the fuck up!” safe in the knowledge they won’t like what Jefferson has got to say.
Jefferson: Don’t sound so shocked Spade, that result was entirely inevitable!
The crowd boo at this statement and Jefferson scowls, clearly he wasn’t finished talking and he certainly doesn’t like to be interrupted.
Jefferson: As I was saying...I didn’t think you could show me any more disrespect than when you interrupted my return to steal my limelight but tonight you have truly surpassed yourself! I can’t believe you, or anybody for that matter, seriously thought that Gooner, Gary and Alex Trixer could provide me with any fucking competition! It’s an absolute joke – those guys don’t even remotely have any claim to belonging in the same ring as me!!
The crowd interrupt Jefferson to boo him once more. Jefferson doesn’t seem as irritated this time, in fact he seems to revel in the fact the crowd hate him so much – his smirk certainly suggests that.
Jefferson: Now, seeing as I’ve just proven myself against your “worthy” opposition how about me make things interesting?! How about instead of dishing out the orders you step down off your high fucking horse and prove yourself...in your own challenge...on Monday!!
The crowd cheer and begin chanting Jonny Spade’s name, they clearly believe Spade can equal and surpass anything Jack Jefferson can do.
Jonny: It’d be my pleasure Jeffie, it’d be my pleasure.
With that “Won’t Back Down” by Fuel hits once more and Spade makes his way up the ramp, not even looking back to give Jefferson his attention. If Jonny had twisted his neck a little bit though he would see the sinister smile growing on Jefferson’s face. That can’t be good for Spade, I’d put money on it.
Fade to Black
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:55:36 GMT -5
Highly Recommended Jack Jefferson
With a win earlier in the night Jack Jefferson has an added spring in his err...swagger. He is walking backstage, where to it’s not clear yet, and there is a definite purpose about him. As he turns a corner he is now facing a door marked “Chairman” so it becomes quite obvious exactly where Jefferson is headed. He walks right past the secretary sat outside, knowing that because she’s on the phone she can’t come after him and walks right up to the door. He does knock though, even Jefferson knows it’s not a good idea to barge into the office of your boss, whether he’s acting boss or not. The response is muffled but audible through the door.
Craig Lewis: Come in.
As Jefferson enters the office Junior Executive Craig Lewis looks far from pleased. His jaw is visibly clenched and he exhales visibly, clearly intending to show his displeasure to Jefferson.
Lewis: Two points Mr Jefferson. One – I don’t have time to discuss your fine, I’ve already explained it’s non-negotiable, and two – who allowed you into my office?
Jefferson: I’m not here about my fine. After all, there’s no point flogging a dead dog. As for who let me? You did...you said come in.
Lewis: Don’t get smart with me. You don’t have an appointment so how come you’re stood in my office.
Jefferson: Oh, your secretary was on the phone. I don’t have time to stand around while she talks to her friends about the latest fad diets or which celebrity just threw up on a baby, I’m a busy man!
Lewis: Fine, I guess you’d better have a seat. What exactly do you want?
Taking the seat, Jefferson smiles. Not only has he avoided getting chucked out but he’s actually being allowed time to talk. Perfect.
Jefferson: Well, it’s very simple. I’m here to offer you the investment opportunity of a lifetime.
Lewis: I wasn’t aware you were in business Mr Jefferson.
Jefferson: I’m not, this is about wrestling! You have the chance to be given credit for unearthing a great talent – Brad Jefferson! My brother!
Lewis: Can’t say I’ve heard of him.
Jefferson: Well of course you haven’t, he’s just starting out! This is your chance to be recognised as the guy who discovered a brilliant young talent!
Lewis: Look, I can’t just hire someone because you say they’re good. Firstly, they need some experience or they’re useless to this company. Secondly, how do I know you’re not lying to me because he’s your brother?
Jefferson: Look, he was trained by me so he’s got the credentials. You should definitely sign him up, he’s a future superstar. After all, he’s related to me that’s guaranteed talent right there!
Lewis: I’m sorry, I just can’t sign off on a guy I’ve never seen and is barely out of training. It’s too much of a risk. Tell him he’s best off working the indies for a year or so then we’ll maybe have a look at him.
Jefferson: A year?! You’re fucking insane! Trust me; this is a huge mistake if you don’t sign him!!
Lewis: That’s a risk I’m willing to take. Now if you don’t mind, Mr Jefferson, I’m rather busy and don’t have time to waste on unwanted interruptions.
Jefferson shoots Craig Lewis a cold look, muttering profanity under his breath.
Jefferson: Fine, I’m sure he’ll make big money for someone else. This decision will definitely come back to bite you on the arse!
Lewis, his head buried in his paperwork, acts like he can no longer hear Jefferson and this infuriates him, bringing a scowl to his face. So, for the second time this week, Jefferson exits Craig Lewis’ office with a loud slam of the door.
Fade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:56:04 GMT -5
Match 3: Josh Robertson vs. Chris Williams (Credit: Jake Steele)
This match picks up seriously quick, with Robertson catching Williams in a suplex! He goes for cover but only gets the two. Williams and Robertson trade punches and the like, with Williams hitting a DDT for a 2 count. Williams irish whips Robertson into the corner - clothesline! Massive damage! But Robertson isnt down yet, Chris Williams goes to suplex Robertson, but he reverses it and hits a axe handle onto the back of Williams! Robertson then hits a Piledriver onto the possible future Entertainment Champion and covers for 2. Williams picks him up and goes for the TNT-DDT! NO! Robertson reverses and hits a German Suplex before he locks in the Purifier! TAPPPP! TAPPPP! WILLIAMS TAPPPSSS!
Winner: Josh Robertson
OOC Apologies on this crappy match on the behalf of Steele and myself for not having the time to write one up for you guys. – Spade.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:56:47 GMT -5
Segment: Thieves at work (Credit: Mr.Red)
The camera fades in to see Mr. and Mrs. Red walking down the hallway snickering. They are carrying something between them.
Mr. Red: I can't believe he was not guarding this at all. Getting in and getting to this was all too easy.
Mrs. Red: Now we have something of value to him. What are we going to make him do before he gets it back?
Mr. Red: For what he did to you, he will pay a huge price.
Mrs. Red pulls the item up into view of the camera, revealing it as the TV title that belongs to Jason Freeman. Mr. Red grins evilly as they near their locker room.
Mr. Red: We have a chance to turn the tide of this battle way into our favor.
They both walk into their locker room and carelessly toss the belt across the room onto the floor. They both go about separate things. Suddenly Mr. Red lets out an angry cry that seems to startle Mrs. Red. She turns and looks at him. His eyes glare around the room looking frantically for something.
Mrs. Red: Honey, what are you looking for? What's wrong?
Mr. Red: FREEMAN!!!
Mrs. Red: Freeman?
Mr. Red: Where is my duffle bag of bats at? I left them over there before we left earlier.
Mrs. Red: Did you move them?
Mr. Red: No, Freeman was in here. I can sense it. That shit that he wears. I can smell it. That bastard. I'm going to find that guy, get my stuff back, and kick his ass.
Mrs. Red: What do you want me to do with that?
She points to the belt that lays across the room on the floor.
Mr. Red: Keep it with you. We are going to need that as collateral.
Mr. Red charges out of the room, leaving his wife in the room alone with Freeman's title belt.
Fade out
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:57:36 GMT -5
Segment: Where Are All The Good Men Dead; In The Heart Or In The Head? (Credit: Scott Andrews) Another Thursday, another Meltdown, though you could say it literally was a meltdown inside Scott’s head. He’d been dragged into this now very serious matter by his father and was really starting to see just how hungry for that money they are.
It’s never been in Scott’s nature to fear for his own safety in regards to helping others, but because of his father being the target, Scott can’t risk leaving him alone. Not for once second.
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The pair appear inside Scott’s locker room as they begin playing rounds of blackjack. Scott’s father deals two cards to Scott and himself. As the dealer, Scott’s dad flips his first card over to let Scott see; a Jack of Spades. Scott goes for it and flips his card to reveal a three. He lets out a grumpy “hmph” as his father just chuckles to himself.Dad: Y’know, ya get more than two cards if you don’t go above 21 right? Scott: Just flip your damn card, dad. He does, and in doing so reveals a 10 of Hearts. Close but no cigar. Scott is eager to flip his card over. He grabs it and slams it down face first; a King of Diamonds.Scott: HIT ME! Scott’s dad deals another card for Scott to flip over. The tension builds as the pair keep an eye on the underside of the card as it turns.Scott: YUSS!!! BLACKJACK, SUCKA!!! Scott’s card turns out to be a 8 of Clubs, which brings his grand total to the magical blackjack number of 21.Dad: Very humble in victory aren’t you, Scott? Scott: Hey, I’m not getting booked so I might as well celebrate some kind of victory around here. Dad: Would you like something from the cafeteria? I might head over there now. Scott: Well I need to go and see the new Chairman...Chairman What’s His Face, about a match between me and McKaye for Ragnarok. You sure you wanna go out alone? I seriously think you should stay here. Dad: I’ll be five minutes, besides, the security here is top class. If any of those guys get in here, the cameras will pick it up. Scott is battling his conscious again. What a struggle it always is; should I? Shouldn’t I? Will I? Can I? It’s all too much sometimes. But this time he has the weight of his decision pressing firmly against his heart and his head. He decides to let his father have his way.Scott: Alright, go. But you are 5 minutes and 5 minutes only! Ok? I don’t wanna come back here and find an empty room, or worse, one sprayed with blood. Dad: Scott, c’mon, I - - - Scott: No. You listen to me. You came here looking for help, and I have given it to you. Even after you let me in on your little secret I still helped you and risked MY ass because of it! I’m constantly dealing with other people’s problems, Dad, and yours is just that step further, so I’d appreciate it if you’d just do as I say and get in and out of there as fast as possible. Kapeesh? Dad: Yeah, alright. They shake hands as they both prepare to leave the locker room.Scott: I trust you, Dad. Dad: I glad someone does. The scene fades as Scott and his father split ways at the corridor to wander to their separate destinations.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:58:00 GMT -5
Segment: Mentor of Idiocy (Credit: FSX)
Over the years, many have come and gone from the business of ACW for many different reasons. Whether it be that they just couldn't keep up with the high intensity work environment associated with being in the toughest federation around, or simply not being entertaining enough for the audiences, and rushing off in tears over how boring they were, many have left and few have stayed. But for those that were able to last over the years, and those that have survived the great adversaries that have gotten in their paths, it has been a beautiful ride. For some the ride has been so wonderful that the veterans of the company couldn't resist taking a newcomer under their wing, and trying their best to help them cope and grow in a company they weren't accustomed too. For some this worked like a charm, and the mentors of these young stars would watch with pride as their talents grew, and they eventually became stars of their own. For others it was a roller coaster of betrayal and fury as the newcomers were simply too stubborn, or stupid to learn the basic working of things.
Then there was Fallen Souls. Despite the fact that many wouldn't consider him on the same level as some of the other big stars that ACW has produced, regardless of the accomplishments that he himself has accumulated over the years, he has taken on the bad habit of constantly mentoring someone. Whether it be behind the scenes of blatantly plastered on the shows, it's hard to come by a name that Fallen Souls was never involved with. From Hitman of the Gods, to Kudo Yasuda, even further on to the likes of Ryan Cooper, Bre Double T, Will Anger, Jon Taylor, the list simply never seems to end in the number he has taken on to assist, and in a way it has helped define him as the stubborn, angry fellow that he has become. Training and trying to assist those that wouldn't even admit or credit his impact later on in their career, Fallen couldn't stop. This is more then likely why the obsession and vigor of him was once again exposed to the public eye recently, as Danny Mainer was seen in the same strain as others...to an extent. The only difference was that this man was viewed as a truly stubborn fool, and the only way to teach someone such as that a lesson was to beat it into them.
FSX: Well, I'm finally here.
Looking up as the old, decrepit sign of what was once, long ago the Fallout Gym hung over a building, Fallen would smirk and slowly make his way into the place. Despite it's outer appearance it seemed that it was still actively in use, as many young men and women were seen training in run down rings, a determination in their eyes as they had their own individual dreams. Watching them for a moment, Fallen would give a single nod as he slowly made his way to the back room, a small office notable there as it appeared to be covered in dust and completely trashed. Grinning from ear to ear now, Fallen would simply knock at the door and wait.
FSX: Anyone there?
Frightened Man: G..GO AWAY, YOU SAVAGES! I told you...I'll have your money next Saturday! Please, just leave me alone!
FSX: I'll take that as a yes. I'm coming in, alright?
Pressing to the door, Fallen wasn't even allowed the chance to try and open it. As there was the slightest creak of it the door would suddenly fly open, a short yet reasonably buff and rugged man soon swinging a chair in the direction of Fallen's head. Already having learned that everyone seems to have an instinct to send a chair flying toward his face, Fallen was quick to duck without a second thought and let out a sigh. As the situation became a bit more clear to the livid man, Fallen could only smirk a moment.
FSX: I'd love to say that was the FIRST time that happened today...How's it going, Ray?
Ray: Oh good Jesus! It's you, Fallen! I haven't seen you in AGES!! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be off with ACW still? In fact, yeah! I was just watching it! You were just on there, standing in some shitty ass building. Do they record the shows now?
FSX: Uh...no, not exactly. This is the shitty ass building...In fact, look. You can see yourself on that television!
Pointing to the small television in the little rundown office, Ray would suddenly become incredibly pale and start to tremble at the site of himself on the screen, appearing to hyper ventilate as he shook and shifted from foot to foot.
Ray: W..what?! What the fuck do you think your doing?! I might be retired, but you know better then surprising me with Cameras! ESPECIALLY LIVE CAMERAS!
FSX: I just needed to as--
Ray: Hold on a second! Wait a second, alright?!
Suddenly slamming the door in the face of Fallen, he would flinch just once and close his eyes, looking just a bit pissed at the sudden turn as there was some rather loud shuffling and shifting heard from within the office.
FSX: Er....right. Great to see you haven't changed, Ray.
'Ray': Who is this Ray that you speak of, brother?
FSX: Oh, for fucks sake.
Looking quite angry not all of the sudden as a rather booming voice is heard from the other side of the door, some rather triumphant music being heard now as the door was suddenly launched open, a shining light seen from it as 'another', more familiar face was seen there...or rather...a familiar mask! That's right, it's...
Mr. Wrestling: HOW I HAVE MISSED YOU, MY BROTHER! HA HA HA HA!
FSX: Take of the damn mask, I need to talk to you about something serious!
Mr. Wrestling: What nonsense do you speak of, brother? I have no face to show you! This is who I am, MISTER WRESTLING!
Hanging his head in shame as he shakes his head back and forth a moment, turning away as he rubbed to his temples for a moment, sighing softly as he didn't expect such mad idiocy before he planned to divulge in it.
FSX: See, this is why I don't come and visit! Forget it, fuck off. I'll go and ask someone else.
Mr. Wrestling: Wha..? Wait, hold up. I need the air time! This place..er..MR. WRESTLING'S COSMIC SCHOOL OF TALENTED FIGHTERS! Needs more advertising. Please, Fallen!
Freezing up a moment as he was ready to walk off and forget about this entire mess, he would gaze back over his shoulder after a moment at the desperate plea of the faux luchador, sighing softly as he never was one to run off when another needed help...no matter how annoying.
FSX: ...Fine, but I'm trying to be taken fucking seriously. You idiot. Anyway, I was hoping that you could pull up some early videos of Danny Mainer. I need to take a look at his older work, and see how he was back then. I'm not going to rant on the guy just for being a douchebag, I want to help the kid improve well telling him to go fuck himself.
Mr. Wrestling: I see...FAIR ENOUGH, BROTHER! They will be in your dressing room as you return there, but you must go!
A bit surprised as he had desperately wanted him to stay just a moment later, Fallen would give him a bit of a frustrated glare as he was being sent such odd mixed messages. What could be more important then international publicity?!
FSX: Wha..? Why do I have to leave?
Mr. Wrestling: I've got a lesson with some kindergartens in about thirty minutes, and they tend to show up early. So if you would, get out of here. Your bad with kids.
Suddenly looking just a bit frantic himself as this came up, Fallen would nod and immediately turn around and begin walking with his intent to leave swiftly, shuddering at the thought of being caught there with a bunch of noisy, angry small children was just maddening. He would go insane in a second if he got caught with children. He could only take so much! Pausing a moment as he walked, he looked back and gave him just a single nod.
FSX: Right...whatever, it better be there. We'll catch up some other time, Ray.
Mr. Wrestling: WHO IS THIS RAY FELLOW? HE SOUNDS QUITE HANDSOME! ONLY MR. WRESTLING HERE! HA HA HA HA!
FSX: Dumbass...
As he was heard gallivanting in the background and celebrating his sudden reappearance on ACW television, Fallen would slink his way out of the building, quite defeated to be so strained by such an idiotic situation. The Mr. Wrestling days were a painful time for him, and seeing it all come back was just the worst taste of nostalgia. You can only look back at so much in your past and feel happy, or proud of what occurred. However, for everyone, there was also the exact opposite...disgust...
Fade to black.
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Post by Jonny Spade on Jan 22, 2009 16:58:41 GMT -5
Segment: Confrontational (Credit: Freeman / Red)
"Ugly" by The Exies blares over the speakers as Freeman emerges from backstage. He carries over his shoulder a duffle bag with baseball bats sticking out of it. It is obvious that the bag belongs to Mr. Red. He doesn't even look into the crowd, as he keeps his eyes fixed towards the ring, a constant glare on his face. He tosses the bag into the ring and then climbs into the ring. He walks over and grabs a mic.
Freeman: Well, Mr. Red, it seems that you just can't learn your lesson. I was nice enough to give you this match against me, and yet once you get it I end up getting my head smashed with a steel chair. Red, I don't know if you were listening when I gave you that little speech about how you should respect me, but if you were, you didn't pay it very close attention.
Never mind the fact that Freeman was the man who brought the chair into the ring, in his mind all that matters was that Red was the one who used it. Nothing made him more anrgy than being knocked out by a man that in his mind was worth nothing.
He picks up one of the bats, looks at it for a second thoughtfully, before smashing it in two over his knee, and throwing it to the ground. He looks up, and glares up the entrance ramp.
Freeman: Are these valuable, Red? They certainly seem important to you at least.
He picks up another one, and turns it in his hand, looking curiously at two names on the side of it. They are clearly autographs of some sort and this seems to amuse Freeman more than anything.
Freeman: Well ,well...Jay Bruce? Joey...Votto...does that say? Well, now, isn't that impressive.
And then Freeman smashes the authentically autographed bat just like the last one. His voice seems taunting, but his face bares no smirk. He is not having fun with this, he is merely trying to once again show Red what happens when he's messed with.
Freeman: The thing is, Red---
Another bat is smashed.
Freeman: Just like you couldn't do anything to help your wife---
Two more bats are smashed.
Freeman: You can't do anything to help your bats either. You should NOT have done what you did Red. It was a mistake, and I hope you're learning something from it. What did I say? I am NOT a man to be messed with.
Another broken bat, Freeman is beginning to get major heat from the crowd, as they boo him loudly. He ignores them, grabbing yet another bat, this one the camera shows clearly has the name Johnny Bench autographed on it.
Freeman: You can't stop me, Red, and if you want to try...well then---
"Welcome to the Jungle" hits the speakers as Red charges from backstage and sprints for the ring. As he gets closer, Freeman pulls a bat up and readies it to swing at Red. Mr. Red slows up but doesn't get into the ring. Freeman and Red stare each other down for a moment. Mr. Red begins to walk around the ringside area. He doesn't shift his gaze from Freeman. Once on the opposite side of the ring, he reaches his hand out and signals for a mic. Still, his eyes remain locked on his rival.
Mr. Red: Freeman...just what in the hell do you think you are doing? First, you break into my home and assault my wife? Now, you break into my locker room and swipe my most valuable prizes...my bats? Are you ready to die? Cause when I get in that ring and get my hands on you, I am going to kill you.
Freeman: Well, good luck with that, but from the looks of it, I have the higher ground and the advantage.
Mr. Red: I wouldn't be so sure of that. See, Freeman, I have what some people call....an equalizer.
Freeman: Your wife? What good is she going to do? Unless you want me to beat her ass for real this time when I finish with you.
Mr. Red: It's not my wife. It's what my wife has.
"Low" by Flo Rida hits the speakers and Mrs. Red finally comes out from backstage. Freeman eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of his TV Title over her shoulder. Freeman angrily yells up the ramp at her as Mr. Red slides in the ring unnoticed.
He grabs his bat out of the hand of Freeman, spins around with his fists raised. Freeman looks back and forth from Mr. and Mrs. Red as she makes her way down and slides into the ring.
Freeman: Give me my championship, damn it. Right now. That is an ORDER. Or what happened to you last week will be nothing compared what I do to you now.
Mr. Red: You lay a hand on her again and I will make sure that you never have the ability to go near her again.
Mrs. Red raises the belt into attack position. Freeman backs up a couple steps. He continues to bait Mrs. Red
Freeman: Do it. Hit me. I dare you.
Mrs. Red twitches to charge.
Freeman: You're just a bitch. You can't do a damn thing.
Mrs. Red charges and swings the belt at Freeman. Freeman ducks and Mrs. Red nails her husband with the belt. Mr. Red falls to the mat. His wife drops the belt and kneels over her fallen man, crying out her apologies.
Freeman walks up behind Mrs. Red and shoves her hard out of the way. He walks over and stands over her as Mr. Red struggles to his feet behind him. Freeman looks over his shoulder to see it. As Red nears his feet, Freeman spins around and connects with his Shining Axe Kick that floors Red once again.
Freeman scoops up his belt and slides out of the ring. He begins to back up the ramp and now he smirks at the fallen couple in the ring. Perhaps this time, Red has finally learned his lesson. Freeman's music hits to guide him out as the scene fades away.
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